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(Suspenseful music plays)

Man: (Shouting in Croatian)

(Shouting in Croatian)

Parker: Do you know why we're all here?

It's about helping you, do you understand?

Help.

But first you have to put the gun down.

You have to put the gun down.

Man: (Making demands in Croatian)

Give me, uh, give me "gun down."

Translator: Ostavi pistolj.

Ostavi pistolj.

(Speaking in Croatian)

Give me, uh, "we want to help."

Translator: (Gives Croatian translation)

Parker: (Repeats it twice in Croatian)

Ostavi pistolj.

Put the gun down. Just put the gun down.

Man: (Speaking Croatian)

Gimme "calm down."

Translator: Smiri se.

Man: (Speaking in Croatian)

Smiri se. Just keep it calm.

Sierra, switch channels.

Jules: Switching channels.

Ed: Sierra One, copy.

(Helicopter buzzes overhead)

Come on, come on, come on.

Parker: Just keep it calm! - (Man yelling in Croatian)

Keep it calm!

(Man yells angrily, onlookers scream)

Sierra One. Sierra One.

Sierra One, go ahead.

Scorpio.

(Safety clicks)

(Rewinding)

Eddie! (Honks horn)

Clark: Hey, I saw that!

I gotta go. I gotta go, that's my ride.

I don't understand, you knew about this.

Tell your folks I wish I could. I really do.

I just don't have a choice. It's the...

It's the thing for Barney, it's his retirement.

Jakub and Dorota are flying in.

Dad wanted to show you off a little.

Clark's quartet's gonna play.

Anniversaries happen every year.

That's what they're for. This is a retirement.

It happens once. It's...

It's not something I can miss.

What are they gonna do? Demote you to rubber bullets?

(Half laughs) I gotta go.

Ed,

the world is not gonna end if you and your buddies skip a few pushups.

Clark, pack it up, it's seven.

It's okay, I'll take the bus.

Wordsworth: Ugh...

I'll be right there.

Wordsworth: Right.

Soph, everybody's gonna be there.

Everybody.

Even some of the old-timers.

I can't... This is like...

Family.

Clark: Good one. (Chuckles)

Later, kiddo.

Or not.

Sophie: So, what do you want me to tell my parents,

you missing their fortieth and all?

I... Officer Wordsworth,

what do I... What do I tell her parents?

Wordsworth: Ah, tell 'em...

Tell 'em to remember their Gilbert and Sullivan.

Wordsworth and Ed: ♪ When constabulary duties to be done ♪

♪ To be done ♪

Ed and Wordsworth: ♪ A policeman's job is not a happy one ♪

♪ Happy one ♪

Sophie: (Exasperated) Okay.

Ed: That's good. We got it.

Papa?

(Kiss)

(Subway doors close)

(Subway rumbles away)

Subway P.A.: Next station is St. Catherine. St. Catherine station.

So, what'd you think?

I told them not to waste my time.

Bremler didn't live up to specs.

Wordsworth: Really?

Rolie.

Roland: Hey, hey, hey.

Brass let him test-drive the new Bremler.

Oh, yeah?

What did you think of that double trigger?

Pssh. She's jam away.

(Laughs)

Better pray for a fat target.

Ed: I mean, it's a sweet-looking piece but...

It's all sass, no class!

Jules: Well, that's a good match for you.

All brawn, no brain.

Ed: (Laughs)

- Hey. - What's up, man?

Parker: Hey!

So you know the world of pain I face

every time the walls need to be cleaned, right?

- Sorry, sarge. - Sorry, sarge.

(Tired exhale)

What, did you get stuck up there?

Huh? Double or nothing?

- No. - No?

Who won? Who do you think?

So what's the daily special?

Bread and butter.

Drug squad's got a bust up in Jamestown.

Yeah, whose score?

Naismith's. He said it was big.

Come on. Naismith?

His last big bust is what, two kids and a couple of joints?

I know, if every day was Christmas

it wouldn't be Christmas, now, would it?

Babycakes, how are you?

Frickin' shag carpet.

Been picking it out of her treads all morning.

Ed: Price of love, Spike.

Spike: Yeah, she didn't even make me breakfast.

Say goodbye to your girlfriend. Briefing room, five minutes.

Ed: Spikie, retirement party tonight?

Spike: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I thought you were doing the family thing?

(Subway train rumbles and rattles along tracks)

What am I supposed to do?

Parker: Well, maybe what you do is you get the big picture.

Ed: What do you mean, big picture?

Parker: It's your in-law's 40th anniversary.

- C'mon. - I'm just saying.

What, did she pay you to say that?

Hey. Hey, you know what?

There's a "cop retires" every week

and one day it's gonna be you.

So who ya gonna come home to when the day comes?

(Low hum of chatter)

(Maintenance door creaks shut)

Man: Marta.

(Surprised gasp)

(Speaking Croatian)

(In Croatian)

(In Croatian)

(In Croatian)

(In Croatian)

(Frightened)

(In Croatian)

Parker: Short of any incoming,

we've got a narc warrant for Detective Naismith.

Spike: (Chuckles)

The exhilarating, electrifying details

of which we will learn en route.

Ninja teams, Ed.

Alpha: Wordy 1, Spike 2, Lou 3.

Wordy, you man the ram.

Rolie, you head up Bravo?

Roland: You got it, boss.

Five, six. Spike: DDs, flashbangs.

(Mimics explosion)

Ed: Lew, less lethal.

What? Again?

And I shall negotitate should the need arise.

Snipers: Ed, you're Sierra Two;

Jules, you're Sierra One.

Mr. Lane?

Absolutely. Absolutely.

Spread the wealth.

Is it "Jules' day"?

Every day is "Jules' day".

(Arguing in Croatian)

Marta?

(Pleading)

Marta.

(Pleading and whimpering)

(In Croatian)

(Desperate pleas)

(Shushes Marta)

Marta: (Panicked pleading)

(Overlapping arguing and desperate pleading)

Marta: (Starts yelling)

Help me! Please, someone!

Businessman: Is everything okay?

(In Croatian)

Sorry, sorry.

Marta: (Sobbing)

(Gives an order) Marta.

(Responds in Croatian)

(Angrily) Marta! Marta!

(Desperate, sobbed response)

Marta!

(Resounding gunshot, Marta shrieks)

(Speaking harshly)

(Struggling breaths)

♪♪

Dispatcher: Suspect is flagged Alpha.

Seen fleeing vicinity, exiting First York.

Male, white, 40s,

blue jacket, heavy-set.

Ten-sixty-four. Repeat, ten-sixty-four.

- Drop your weapon! - (Yells in Croatian)

I said, drop your weapon!

(Yells in Croatian)

Do you understand me?

Drop your weapon now! Don't move!

Woman: (Frightened squeal)

Man: (Breathing heavily)

(Yelling)

Code one hundred. First York Plaza,

north of the square. Immediate backup.

Extreme caution.

Bystanders. Hostage.

Jules: Rangefinders? Ed: Check.

Jules: Bipods? Ed: Check.

(Metal door clatters shut)

So how'd it go last night?

Great.

Hunh. Really?

Officers: (Overlapping chatter)

Jules: Battery packs loaded?

Ed: Yup.

And?

And it was great.

And?

And what?

What happened?

You wanted to snuggle up in front of the TV, right?

It's just I'm sitting there

and all I can think about is I wanna finish my drywall.

Parker: (Over PA) Team One, let's saddle up. We got a call.

Let's suit up.

Change of plans.

Ed: Game on.

Officer: Showtime, baby.

(Call alarm buzzes repeatedly)

(Suvs roar away)

(Sirens wail)

Jules: First York Plaza, copy. What's the guy carrying?

Parker: A Luger.

Oh, a Luger?

Parker: First victim's critical.

Now he's got a hostage, female.

Got it onscreen. Where's he at?

Parker: North square. Heavy on civilians,

so let's go careful out there.

Over.

Morning.

Good mornin'!

Let's break it down.

8:30 in the morning, rush hour, business district.

Place is gonna be packed.

Which means we gotta go high. You take...

North building. You counter...

West.

Too high.

East. East gives us...

Ed and Jules: Maximum coverage.

Don't want the guy runnin' and both of us losing him.

Right. What else?

What do you mean what else? This gonna be crazy.

Damn right it's gonna be crazy;

every unit in the city's gonna want a piece of this.

And I'm Sierra One.

Oh yeah, I'm Sierra One.

(Amused) Chill.

I'm just sayin'.

(Sirens wail)

Detective: There's nowhere to go.

Man: (Yelling in Croatian)

This is going nowhere.

Man: (Yelling in Croatian)

Here comes the cavalry.

(Sirens wail)

Man: (Yelling in Croatian)

Parker: Dispatch, be advised, SRU is on the scene.

(Guns click)

Lewis: You're good.

(Trunks slam shut)

Man: (Yelling in Croatian)

Parker: Let's keep the peace.

(Man yells in Croatian, sirens blare nearby)

(Dogs bark)

Dispatch: K9 and half the marine unit here.

Parker: Copy, 10-4.

Lewis, I need you in the truck, you're my secondary.

Lewis: You got it.

Ed: Rolie?

Southwest needs containment.

Make sure the outer perimeter's clear, I'll take the inner myself.

Ed: Good. Spike, Wordy, you cover Parker.

Sierras?

- North building. - Jules?

- East. - All right, good.

Keep a close eye. This guy doesn't look too happy.

Man: (Yelling frantically)

Onlookers: (Overlapping chatter)

Parker: Inspector.

It's all yours, sergeant.

Guy got a name?

No. He doesn't speak English.

Parker: What's he speak?

Inspector Stainton: Mid-eastern european or something, I don't know.

Well, how long have you been here?

I think it's Yugoslavian. Croatian.

- Do you speak it? - No.

- Where's the translator? - Back there.

- What's he speak? - Russian.

We need a Croatian translator, anyone you can got;

and let me know when Doctor Luria's en route.

Dispatch: 10-4.

Parker: All right, now back your guys off.

I'm trying to de-escalate here

and I don't want my boys getting shot in the back by sympathetic fire.

Let's move it out.

My name is Greg.

It's just a radio. I'm going to put it down.

Man: (Yelling in Croatian)

Let's talk, okay? Just talk.

8:46 A.M., Sergeant Gregory Parker begins negotiation.

(Auto-transcriber beeps)

(Vehicle whirs)

Driver: You mind the radio?

No.

Newscaster: I don't know the identity of the gunman

or his hostage at First York Plaza.

He's right outside the building in a stand-off with police,

who are characterizing this as a very dangerous...

Can you turn that up?

Newscaster: ...with one victim critically injured.

Police are advising people to stay away...

You know where that is?

Driver: Don't worry, we're not going anywhere near there.

Then let's take a detour.

(Traffic whirs)

(Computer keys clack)

Lewis: Sierras, switch on transponders and go to channel one.

Ed and Jules: Copy.

Sierra Two, north building:

Eleven floors, elevator to the tenth,

two lefts, one right, staircase up.

Ed: Roger that.

Sierra One, east building:

Fifteen floors. Look for a fire escape.

Ten, please.

(Button clicks)

Thank you.

Jules: Elevator?

Immobilized. We're in lockdown.

Key?

Steve, where's security contact for the Howswell building?

Thanks anyway.

Man: (Yelling in Croatian)

Parker: Easy, easy, this is all about finding a way home.

We all want to go home.

But first, you have to put the gun down.

Sierra One, what's your status?

Elevator's locked, I'm on the stairs.

Weather report?

(Computer keys clack)

Lewis: Wind's 11 knots north-northwest,

but the Plaza's sheltered.

Jules: Could be looking at some updraft.

(Door slams open)

Ed: Sierra Two, in position.

Updraft is confirmed.

Lovely. What's my elevation?

(Streetcar whirs by, onlookers chatter)

(Sirens wail in the distance)

Dr. Luria: Yeah. Thanks. Keep us posted.

Elevation...

185 feet.

Dr. Luria: Hey, Lewis.

Morning, doc.

8:52 A.M., forensic psychologist on scene.

Nothing on our guy yet.

The woman he shot,

looks like she probably won't make it.

I'll tell the boss.

Dr. Luria: Can I see the transcript?

(Keys clack)

(Auto-transcriber beeps)

Dr. Luria: Unclear, unclear, unclear.

(Footsteps echo in stairwell, breathing heavily)

Parker: We can work this out together,

one step at a time, do you understand me?

Dispatch, what's going on with my translator?

Man: (Yelling in Croatian)

Lewis: Sierra One, take a left out of the stairwell.

Go straight ahead.

(Stairs clank underfoot)

Right turn and you're there.

What?

Lew, how old are those plans?

Lewis: What's wrong?

Renovations.

Is Luria on scene yet?

Good morning.

Parker: Hey, doc, what're ya thinking?

Dr. Luria: First impression: Not substance issues.

He's in full-on tunnel vision.

I'm thinking multiple stressors.

Might help if we knew what he was saying.

Dispatch, what's going on with my translator?

Dispatch: We got someone en route. Ten minutes.

That's not good enough. Patch him on the phone right now.

Lewis: Sierra One, I have a new location for you.

Okay, take me there.

Lewis: It's a higher angle, full-value crosswind richochet risk.

Ed, what's your vantage?

Ed: I can make it work.

It's all yours.

Ed: You copy that, Lewis?

Copy.

Ed: Sierra One, in position.

Sarge, Sierra One's position was compromised.

Sierra Two is now Sierra One.

Parker: Sierra One, talk to me.

He's holding her close.

Parker: How's the view?

Cold zero.

I've got the solution.

Parker: Put the gun down.

Reporter: I'm on the scene right now at First York Plaza, in North Square,

and as you can see the hostage situation is...

(Clamps clanks)

Sierra Two, in position.

Good vantage.

Big civilian presence, north wall.

Sierra One looks good.

Easy, mister happy.

Do you know why we're all here?

It's about helping you.

Do you understand? Help.

But first, you have to put the gun down.

Man: (Yelling in Croatian)

Put the gun down!

(Yelling in Croatian)

Sierra One, you got a solution?

I got the solution.

Parker: Copy that.

Man: (Speaking in Croatian)

Give me "put the gun down." "gun down."

Translator: Ostavi pistolj.

Ostavi pistolj!

Ostavi pistolj!

(Responds in Croatian)

Give me... Give me "we want to help."

Easy, mister happy.

C'mon, stop bobbin'.

That's it. That's better.

You want to dance?

We'll dance...

Together.

Hocemo vam pomoci. Hocemo vam pomoci.

Man: (Responds in Croatian)

Ostavi pistolj. Put the gun down.

(Responds in Croatian)

Gimme "calm down."

Translator and Parker: Smiri se. Smiri se. Smiri se.

Sierras, switch channels.

Switching channels.

Sierra One, copy.

Parker: What's he saying?

Translator: "I'll shoot her. Don't make me shoot her."

- (Man yells) - Just keep it calm!

(Aggressive yelling)

Hostage and onlookers: (Terrified shrieks and chatter)

Sierra One. Sierra One.

Sierra One, go ahead.

Scorpio.

Copy. (Safety clicks)

Come on, my friend,

let me have... this...

dance.

Sarge, we got a runner!

Rolie, red wall!

Parker: Hold fire, Sierra One. Hold fire, hold fire.

Copy, holding fire.

Young man: Tata! Tata! Tata!

Roland: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Don't move! Stop right there! Stop, stop, stop!

Tata! Hey, hey, hey!

Easy, easy.

Young man: Tata! Tata!

Roland: Whoa, whoa! Easy, easy!

One step at a time, now. Tell us what's "tata"?

That's your dad? Is that your father?

(Speaks in Croatian)

'Kay, what do you got?

Male youth, breached the perimeter.

(Pleading)

Look at me. He's going to be fine, okay?

But we need to talk to him.

Parker: Rolie, what's going on?

It's the son. I got his son here.

(Pleading)

(Answers in Croatian)

Scorpio still a go?

Parker: That's affirmative, if he re-escalates.

We may have a TPI here, so let's see if we can work this out.

Ed: If he re-escalates, copy.

Still got the solution.

(Speaks in Croatian)

(Pleads in Croatian)

You know what? We need your help.

We need your help, okay?

No one's going to get hurt here,

no one's going to hurt him, but we need to talk to him.

Can you tell him, no one's gonna hurt him?

No one's gonna hurt him.

(Speaks in Croatian)

(Responds in Croatian)

What's he saying?

Roland: Hey, son, you've gotta tell me what he's saying.

(Pleads in Croatian)

(Responds in Croatian)

Son: (Pleads in Croatian)

(Speaks in Croatian)

Son: (Pleads in Croatian)

(Yelling in Croatian)

Onlookers: (Worried gasps)

Parker: Scorpio. Scorpio.

(Anguished wailing, man yells in Croatian)

Roland: Hey, hey, hey! Runner!

Man: (Anguished scream)

Jules: Ed! The boy!

(Gun fires)

(Bird's wings flap)

(Panicked breaths)

(Relieved gasp)

(Breathing hard)

Son: (Sobbing)

Roland: Police, don't move!

Police, don't move! Don't move!

Police, don't move!

Police officer 2: Police, don't move!

(Sobbing)

Son: (Sobbing) What did you do?

Why did you do that?!

(Blows out a long breath)

(Breathing hard, coming off adrenaline rush)

(Clamp rattles)

(Exhales)

♪♪

Tape it up. It's now a crime scene.

Nobody speaks to the subject officer.

Constable, I need your rifle and your kit.

Now you're under investigation; You know the drill.

Whenever you're ready.

Stainton: Now, you know you're sequestered, there's no talking, okay?

(Muted wail of police sirens)

Parker: We needed to barricade the doors

so people couldn't come in and out, all right?

(Vehicle whirs to a stop)

Holleran: Greg.

That went down fast.

Lewis has the transcripts in the truck.

I want another staging area for that media; move it.

Yes sir.

- It was by the book, Norm. - Yeah?

Stainton: That'll be for Special Investigations to decide.

Well, thank you, Stainton. Ed?

This was you?

You know better than to talk to subject officers, commander.

Thank you, inspector.

Good job, constable.

Parker, let's go, SIU's waiting.

(Police siren wails)

Parker: How ya doin', Eddie? Stainton: Parker.

You mind just plugging your earholes for a second

while I talk to my buddy here and ask how he's doing?

How ya doin'?

I'm fine.

Fine.

(Car doors open)

Hey, Ed,

it was a good job.

(Vehicle rumbles away)

(Weapon part clicks)

SRU member: (Inaudible chatter)

Hey.

Saw the whole thing.

I'm Sam. Sam Braddock.

Good for you.

Don't see lady snipers too often.

That's kinda sexy.

What's that, a Remmy 700?

Classic. Hard to top 1 MOA.

I carry a vintage Colt myself.

Pearl grips, you want to see?

Jules: Put your hands where I can see them!

SRU Team: (Overlapping yelling) Put your hands in the air!

Holleran: Lower your weapons!

Lower your weapons!

Easy!

That's my dad. Pearl grips.

Holleran: Braddock, your instructions were to report to the station.

Sorry, sir, I heard it on the radio, I didn't want to miss it.

Good work, Team One. Team Three will relieve you.

SIU needs witness statements

then see Dr. Luria for a debrief.

Braddock,

come with me.

Nice post-incident reflexes, guys.

(Cell phone rings)

(Ringing)

(Ringing)

Newscaster: In the hostage taking that shook the downtown core,

police confirm the hostage is unharmed,

but is obviously shaken.

According to reports, the gunman...

(Door clangs open)

Blair Kowalski, Special Investigations Unit.

How you doin'?

Okay, let's start with the vest.

I need your vest.

Vest.

Shirt.

Boots.

(Boots thud onto table)

Pants.

(Door bangs open)

Mcandrew: You didn't wait.

Just bagging the clothes.

They say debriefing and you take it literally?

Did you say anything?

You don't have to say anything to him.

That's your right, okay?

Frank McAndrew, I'm your lawyer, all right?

I'm gonna take care of all this.

You have nothing to worry about, all right?

Saw it on TV, that was great work.

Kowalski, this is a no-brainer.

No pun intended.

Do you wanna talk to him now or what?

Okay.

What exactly do you mean, "he called Scorpio"?

He means he got the order.

When you say you "got the order"...

(Cell phone rings)

You gonna get that?

It's okay, it's my wife.

You can get that.

If you want to get it, you can get it.

It's your right to talk to your wife.

Hey, Soph.

Nah, I can't talk.

Okay, I just wanted to know if that was that your team this morning?

Yeah.

Sophie: That was you?

Yeah.

Well, ah, we'll go home and wait for you there.

No, no, no, just...

You know what? Just go to the thing, okay?

Okay, Eddie. Bye.

So, picking up, when you say you "got--"

McAndrew: You saw it, didn't you?

Just give him the use of force wheel.

This is textbook.

Just, uh, just show him. Give it to him.

When all reasonable efforts to de-escalate the situation fail

and the suspect is threatening a member of the force,

clearly progressing from "assaultive" to "grievous bodily harm",

okay, there we have it!

Okay? Are we done here, Mr. Kowalski?

Just about.

Were you aware that the suspect's son was at the scene?

My observer said there was a, uh, male youth.

And do you believe that every effort was made

to involve the son in the negotiation

as a third party intermediary?

Yes I do.

And are you confident that all options were exhausted

before the use of lethal force?

What, the option of watching him shoot my teammate?

I'll put that as a yes.

So you know, this is the process:

We investigate alongside the coroner's inquest

and our director will deliver his statement

as to whether or not there are reasonable grounds

to believe that you or the other subject officer used excessive force.

McAndrew: He knows the process.

Kowalski: Until that time, you're under investigation.

We recommend you take a break,

spend some quality time with the family.

Thank you, Blair.

Good.

I'll see you at the inquest.

Hold on, Ed.

There's somebody else that you gotta talk to.

(Exasperated exhale)

(String quartet plays)

(Cell phone rings)

(Ringing)

Hey, Mom.

(Melody continues)

(Muted chatter)

Ed: Look...

I know, you're fine.

You did a great job out there,

but you need somebody to talk to.

It's strictly confidential.

(Chuckles softly)

Doc, if you want a date, just ask.

(Laughs)

Oh, you know what? Screw it.

I forgot who I was talking to, for a minute.

(Half laughs) You're not that guy.

You're not gonna wonder if you did the right thing.

You're not going to have any sleepless nights,

flashbacks, memory loss, time distortions.

You're not gonna... feel alone,

feel guilty.

Feel guilty about not feeling guilty.

(Scoffs) That's what happens to other people,

you'll be fine.

You know where to find me.

Not that you'll need to.

(Gunshot blasts, gun reloads, and bullet casing clinks)

(Shots blast as casings clink on the ground)

(Resounding bang)

(Gun reloads and casing clinks)

(Shot blasts, gun reloads, casing clinks)

(Gunshot blasts)

Ed, it's time.

(Takes a deep breath)

(Hum of chatter)

Jules: Hey.

Code of silence been lifted?

- Yeah. - So how'd it go?

The way they do.

Are you good?

- Yup. - Yeah?

Piece of gum? Minty fresh.

Listen, I saw you up there.

It was a clean shot.

Yeah, it was.

That guy knew what he was in for.

You saved lives.

Ed: What I'd tell ya? Making the world safe so that others may eat pie.

- Eat pie. - That's right.

Commander Barney: ...Let's hope the Stockholm syndrome kicks in fast.

Attendees: (Laugh)

Commander Barney: Mr. Lane.

You better have an outstanding reason for being late.

(Guests pound on tables encouragingly)

Commander Barney: Good job, son.

And I am done. As you were.

Guests: (Cheering and applauding) Yeah! Woo hoo! Barney!

(Music plays)

Holleran: So we're gonna try this again.

Uh, Team One, this is Sam Braddock.

Hey.

Holleran: Sam's gonna be joining you.

Sam took his babysteps at 51st Division.

Went army and joins us straight from JTF 2.

Spike: Whoa.

Holleran: This is Greg Parker, he's the team sergeant.

We've got Rolie, Lewis,

Wordy, Spike,

Jules and Ed Lane as our team leader.

Nice shot.

Thanks.

Team's full, isn't it?

Holleran: Actually, it's not.

Rolie, your application's been approved.

You are fast-tracked for sergeant.

SRU Team: (Congratulatory reponses and applause)

Holleran: On me.

Roland: Thanks, man.

You guys earned it.

SRU Team: Hey! Thank you, sir.

Well, it's about time.

Roland: (Laughs) It's about time.

SRU Team: Congrats, man. Cheers. (Glasses clink)

How you think Eddie's gonna live without you, huh?

Aw, he'll be a lost man, I reckon.

SRU Team: (Laughing)

Ed: Yeah.

Sam: So, Jules, that short for Julia?

Jules: No.

Elite special ops counter-terrorist guy

leaves it all behind for the glamour of urban policing.

Hunh. What's up with that?

So, Sam,

how many Al-qaeda guys you take out?

Sam: What, you mean like to dinner?

(Chatter becomes muted to ed)

Wordsworth: You gotta be wasted to take seven tases like that, right?

Spike: I could take seven.

Wordsworth: Seven, what? - I could take seven tasers.

Wordsworth: (Laughing) You couldn't take seven tasers.

(Conversation becomes inaudible)

(Conversation fades back in)

Wordy: You and Parker island, right?

(Laughing)

Team member: What happened in there?

(Overlapping conversation and laughter)

Lewis: I probably got tased seven times.

Team: (Laughing)

Team member: You know, everybody's on the same page.

(Unintelligible comment)

What? What does that mean?

(Tap runs, water splashes)

(Muted bar music plays)

(Parker knocks against stall)

I'm fine.

(Muted chatter of partygoers)

You may want to do the math, one day,

on all the "I'm fines".

(Muted chatter of partygoers)

♪♪

♪ And I will watch you disappear ♪

♪ From my fortress over here ♪

♪ And I will never understand ♪

♪ Every hearts a foreign land ♪

♪ And I'm so afraid to... ♪

♪ So afraid to... ♪

♪ Love you ♪

♪ And I will turn my eyes away ♪

♪ From the harsh light of your day ♪

♪ And I have slept through pouring rain ♪

♪ It was all that kept me sane ♪

♪ And I'm so afraid to... ♪

♪ So afraid to... ♪

♪ Love you ♪

(Door clicks, crickets chirp)

♪ And I have drawn lines in the sand ♪

♪ To remind us where we stand ♪

♪ And I'll build castles while you thirst ♪

♪ They'll fall down but you'll fall first ♪

♪ And I'm so afraid to... ♪

♪ So afraid to... ♪

♪ Love you ♪

♪ Love you ♪

(Kiss)

♪ Love you ♪