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[menacing music]

- I was walking under the overpass

as primly dressed secretaries and weary window washers

march onwards and upwards to start their days.

The cold winter wind whipped in my face,

and a card caught my eye.

I flipped it over to find joker.

Joker, joker.

- [car horn blares] - Go, go, go, go!

- All things in life are rarely here to stay.

The good and the bad.

So worry not, me.

I smile at the cards I'm dealt.

Just like the snow, it shall melt.

What are you hearing, Indianapolis?

It is Tuesday, February 8th.

The time is 8:45 and 55 seconds.

I'm DJ Fred Temple.

And this is Deodato.

[♪ Also sprach Zarathustra by Deodato]

[music stops] [groan]

Fucking...

[suspenseful music]

[wind whistling]

[sinister music]

[muttering]: Ah, fucking thing.

[reception din]

Hello, sir.

Where's Barb?

Barb usually sits this desk. Are you new?

- I am new, thank you for asking.

I'm Doreen.

And you are?

- Um, I'm Tony. I have a meeting with Meridian Mortgage.

- [Doreen]: Great! - M.L. Hall.

- M.L. Hall. Oh, Tony...

- Tony Kiritsis. - Kiritsis... Kiritsis.

- Yeah. - Kiritsis, okay.

Oh, Mr. Hall will be with you in just a moment.

Feel free to wait on the couches over there.

Right over there. [chuckles]

[laughs] Okay.

[phone rings]

[Doreen]: Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah, he's here.

Uh-huh...

Mr. Kiritsis?

I'm so sorry.

It seems there was a bit of a scheduling kerfuffle.

M.L.'s actually in Florida right now.

[indistinct chatter]

Your burrito, Mr. Hall.

- Oh, oh, oh! No, no, no, no.

I'm sorry, sir?

- Well, you should be, because this is wrong.

[waiter]: Oh, uh, it's the same order as yesterday, sir.

It's a grilled chicken with rice and sautéed spinach.

- No, but this is a whole burrito cut in half.

I always eat my burrito cut in thirds.

And most importantly, on Tuesdays...

Tuesday he doesn't eat meat.

- I don't eat meat. No meat on Tuesdays.

That's right. So while you were close...

certainly no cigar.

- What? [Doreen]: He's in Florida.

Boy, I tell you, sure wish I could be in Florida right now.

- It is cold out there today. - No, no, no, no,

I have a meeting with Meridian Mortgage, it's on the books.

- You still do. His son Richard's on his way down now.

[Richard]: Tony!

I'm so sorry I'm late.

[Doreen]: I told him, sir, M.L.--

- It's a last-minute work trip.

- He's, he's very sorry. - Last-minute work trip, my ass.

He's dodging me and the winter.

- Tony, I know that you and Dad have had some disagreements.

You can say that again.

- But why don't we just keep it all calm, understand, huh?

- What happened to you, Tony? - Oh, oh.

- Oh, this thing? - Yeah.

It's nothing.

I was pulling some stumps on my property, and...

and the damn cable broke and nipped my arm.

Would you believe that?

We are so sorry to hear that.

[Doreen]: So sorry. It's awful.

Hey, uh, listen,

uh, why don't you and me go up to my dad's office?

You know, the one you like, with the conference table.

Does that sound like a good idea?

Would you like that?

- M.L.'s office? - Yeah. Let's do that.

- Alright, Dick. You're the boss.

- You want a mint? - No.

- [elevator dings] - Here we go.

Sorry about that.

Just go around to the left, Tony.

Morning.

Watch your step here, Tony.

[phone rings] Good morning. Thank you.

How you doing?

Hey, Barb. How you doing? You remember Tony?

- Oh, hi, Tony. - Oh, hey, Barb.

- This is where you are. - Yeah, moving up.

- What happened to your arm? - Oh, no, it's nothing.

- Hey, uh, Barb, do you mind if we use Dad's office?

We're just gonna go through some things.

- Good to see you, Barb. You've always been nice to me.

[Richard]: Come on in, Tony.

- Um... Hey, Dick, do you mind if I shut the door?

- I could use the privacy. - Oh, yeah, sure thing.

My shorts have been riding up

past East Market Street,

and I don't want anyone catching a look.

You know, that costs extra.

[Richard chuckles politely]

Pretty little family you got there.

So, Dick, um...

do me a favor, will you, and, uh...

and open these plans over there on the table.

- Sure thing, Tony. Of course.

So I imagine you want to talk about the land

and everything that you and Dad

have been going through.

[Richard mumbling]

[gun hammer cocks]

Wait, hang on a second.

Now, you turn around.

[suspenseful music]

- Hey, Tony... - This is serious, Dick.

Real serious.

[shuffling]

I'm gonna wire this here shotgun to your neck.

- [laughs nervously] - Hey, now, Tony.

Put it away.

Tony, you... You don't want to do that.

This company's done me wrong.

So I'm gonna let the world know

what you and your dad have done to me.

Simple as that.

What do you want?

- I want you to turn around. - I'm not gonna--

- Turn around! - Okay. Okay.

I'm turning around.

You take your sport coat off.

Take it off along with your necktie.

- Tony, I don't-- - Let's get comfy.

- Okay. - Take it off.

- Goddamn sport coat off. - Okay, okay, okay.

Now...

Oh, right, here we are.

Take it off. There you go. Okay.

- Okay. - Oh, right here we are.

Fucking...

Here we go. Yeah.

Tony, what is this?

This here, Dick...

is a dead man's wire.

If you faint, stumble,

or try to run...

There it is. There it is.

This will blow your head off.

- Now listen, Tony, no one's seen us, okay?

You've made your point.

No. I'm just getting started.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

- Tony, Tony, Tony, they can't see--

They can't see us, not through Dad's windows, okay?

Don't matter anyhow.

Pick up that phone. Pick up.

[Fred]: That was the Polish maestro,

Theo Marzynski. [phone line rings]

I'm DJ Fred Temple.

WCYD.

[phone line ringing]

[operator]: 911 emergency.

[Richard groaning]

- [Richard]: Uh... uh... - Yes?

[Richard]: Just a... Just a moment, please.

[Tony]: H-H-Hello?

Sir, this is a real serious thing.

I've just taken a prisoner. This is not a crank call.

- No, no, no, sir. What problem you got?

- G-Get me the highest-ranking officer you got.

Ah, fucking thing. Sit down, Dick.

You just sit down here slowly. Slowly, slowly, slowly.

Like your life depends on it,

because it sure as hell does, buddy.

- Uh... Sir, what's your problem?

- I've got a shotgun wrapped around a man's neck. Yeah.

- Let me tell you something... - Chrissy, I got an 0-1 here.

- They have fucked me around for four years.

[knock on door] Hey... Oh!

Tell her to get out of here. [Barb]: What's going on here?

[Richard]: Barb, just, just, just give us a moment, please.

Everything's all right.

- Yeah, everything's alright, Barb.

Thank you, Barb.

Yeah, I-I'm a little upset.

- Okay. Okay, just take it easy.

Now, I'm not a bad fella.

I'm a mean motherfucker, and I'm mad.

Yeah.

Now, if anybody yanks on me

or yanks on that gun...

he'll die.

You understand?

- Where are you at? What's your name?

- Write down the full address. The full address.

Yeah. Careful now.

- Please give me some slack, Tony.

Careful.

[operator]: What's your name?

My name is Tony Kiritsis.

K-I-R-I-T-S-I-S.

K-I-R-I-T-S-I-S.

Now let me tell you something else.

I'm very concerned about this man's family.

Not particularly this man's father,

who I treated like a goddamn father myself

on many occasions,

and he treated me like a fucking dog.

And this guy here did the same thing.

- Okay, we're gonna try and get someone out there to help you.

Okay?

- Yeah, they fucked me around for four years.

Millions of dollars involved.

Now I've got his son here.

Dick Hall. A big shot here.

Yeah.

- Hey, baby. - Urgh.

I thought of that.

Give it-- Give it here!

Alright, so it's 129, East Market Street.

Uh, now I'm on the fourth floor...

in the, in the executive office.

You tell those motherfuckers to play it cool

because this is a real fucking McCoy.

Yeah, I signed those papers when they cornered me.

You see, I've been trying for four years

to get away from these motherfuckers.

They set you up to try to take everything that you've got.

Like the Mafia.

- Were they a loan company or something, sir?

You're goddamn right.

Biggest devils there are. Loan companies.

Hello?

[alarm buzzing] [sirens]

[indistinct chatter]

[Richard breathing heavily]

- So what's your plan, Tony, huh? What's next?

- Well, the plan was to drive back to my place.

But the damn key broke in the ignition walking in here.

- Would you believe that? - Okay.

- But hey! You're parked in the garage, right?

We'll just take your car.

- Tony, I'm parked about two blocks over on Earl Street.

It's a long story, but it's...

It's where I get my muffin

because they carry the sugar-frees.

- The sugar-frees? - Yeah.

Well...

- Listen-- - It's a nice little walk.

- Tony, I don't know if we want to make a scene like that.

The scene's already started.

[distant police sirens] Look at this. Look at this.

[sirens wailing]

[tires screech]

[sirens chirping and blaring]

[police whistle blows]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Beautiful.

Where are your car keys? [coughs]

Hey, I call shotgun. [Richard]: Okay.

- Oh, hey, hey! Hey! Hey!

You got the memo?

- I got the memo. Take it easy.

- Move it. [officer]: Stay calm.

- You stay calm. - Take it easy.

Excuse us.

Squeezing through.

Oh! Whoa, whoa! Hey.

Okay... Alright.

It looks like the party's started.

Move it.

Okay, officers.

Don't mind us.

We're just going for a little walk.

Yeah, hands where I can see them.

Steady. Easy now. Easy now.

This is locked and loaded. Easy.

That's right, officer. Officer. Officer.

- Walk with me. [officer]: Slow down.

- That's right. - Tony, slow down.

- Come on, Dick. We're moving.

Okay.

- Whoa! Whoa! - Hey! Hey! Hands! Hands!

Hands where I can see them.

[Richard]: The garage on Earl and Blankenship.

[Tony]: Just keep moving. [Richard]: Tony! Tony!

[Tony]: Hey, they got a gun on us!

[Richard]: We got to go...

We got to go that way.

- Okay? - Alright, good call. Move.

[dispatcher]: Officers on East Market Street...

- Nice and easy, officers. Nice and easy, officers. Okay.

- This man is armed and highly volatile.

Hostage is rigged to a shotgun without a safety device.

I repeat, hostage is rigged to a shotgun

without a safety device.

Exercise extreme caution.

Yeah, yeah, sure thing.

Yeah, we'll be right there. Thanks.

It's finally paying

to be on this early shift on this side of town.

Police activity on Market Street.

- Market Street! Let's go, let's go, let's go.

- Hey! - Yeah?

Maybe it's a robbery.

A girl can only dream.

[laughs] [engine starts]

Whoo! Let's go!

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay. [siren blurting]

Oh, God.

Sir. Sir, if I may...

- Move it, pal! - This is not the way.

What?

Purify me with your spirit,

and I will be cleansed.

Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Psalm 51.

- Why don't you wash my ass, Father?

Nice try. It's Tuesday, not Sunday.

Now get lost!

[Richard whimpering]

[Grable]: Jesus fucking Christ.

You sure they're saying it's Tony Kiritsis?

- [dispatcher]: Apparently. - Tony Kiritsis?

The Chatty Cathy from 8th & Rail?

That's what they're saying.

- With a shotgun? - Yes, sir.

There's no way it's Tony.

Fucking Tony fucking Kiritsis. Holy shit.

[tires screech]

[Tony]: Hey, whoa!

[Richard panting]

Hey, hey, hey! Hands.

Hands, or this trigger gets pulled. Stay back!

- It's all right, Tony. It's all right. I ain't armed.

Look, I ain't packing, man.

No weapon. It's okay, Tony. It's me, Mike Grable.

- [Tony]: Mike? - Mike Grable.

From 8th & Rail. The cop bar.

I'm a cop, you know? We know each other.

- Oh, hey, Mike. Good to see you.

I know this guy. He's a friend of mine.

- Tony, why don't we, uh... Why don't we go somewhere?

Listen to me, listen. Why don't we go somewhere?

- No, you listen. We're going to Pearl Street--

- Earl Street. - Earl Street,

to get into this man's car

and drive back to my apartment.

- These guys, they're not gonna let you

get behind the wheel of a car.

- Get in the left. Get in the left.

- Get in the left! - I can't.

- Get in the... I see people gathering.

- Get in the left! Wait! Wait! - Shit. Whoa!

[tires squeal]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[Grable]: Come on, why don't we just talk about it?

Come on, Tony. You don't want to do this.

[Tony]: Hey, hey! [Grable]: Hey, hey, hey!

- Hey! Hey! - Holster that weapon!

Holster that weapon!

[Tony]: Put the gun down!

[Grable]: Holster it right now!

Put that gun down!

Fucking idiot!

- Back up. We're just talking. - A fucking idiot!

[Grable]: He's an idiot, alright? It's okay, it's okay.

He's got a gun.

[Grable]: We're just gonna talk.

[Tony]: No, Mike, you're gonna listen!

- Get your camera rolling. Come on.

[Tony]: He's a fucking idiot, Mike! Put it down!

- Alright, he's an idiot. He doesn't know better.

- We're gonna get in this man's car,

and you're gonna let me.

Now if anyone yanks at us or...

or tries to run away, this trigger gets pulled.

Did you get that? You, you following, pal?

[Richard breathing heavily]

- [Grable]: Stay back. Stay back. - Oh, shit.

[Grable]: Back up, back up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stay back! Stay back!

[Grable]: Lower your weapons! Lower your weapons!

[car horn blares]

[officer]: Go. Move it.

Fuck Earl Street.

Hey, kid, give me your handcuffs.

[young cop]: Wait, what?

- Give me your fucking handcuffs.

I'm taking your car.

- You, you can't, you can't take my car.

- I see the key in the ignition. It's running. Don't play dumb.

Give me the fucking handcuffs. [Richard]: Give them to him.

Okay. Okay.

- And I ain't got no bone to pick with the police.

Some of my best friends are police officers.

- Ain't that right, Mike? - That's right.

- Stay back! Stay back! - Okay.

- I'm not taking your car for good.

I ain't no thief.

Okay.

- I'm going to the Crestwood Apartments, okay?

Crestwood Apartments. Yeah.

Yeah, and don't you worry.

And then if you can follow me,

you follow me if you need directions.

Get out of the way. Get out of the way.

Get out of the way.

- Tony, no. - I'm going first.

We can't do this, Tony.

Let me just...

[Richard]: Slow down, Tony. Slow down.

Okay. Okay.

[tires squeal]

This is unbelievable.

[police shouting indistinctly]

This is some real shit.

[producer]: What's going on? I'm hearing a robbery?

- Uh... Looked like a white guy strapped a shotgun

to another white guy's head.

Jesus, a shotgun?

It's a circus.

And they just left.

What do you mean, they left?

Well, the guy with the gun

made that little blonde fella steal a cop car just now,

and it feels like the police are just letting it happen.

- Alright, well, thanks for being there

on such short notice, Linda.

I'm gonna tell the whole department,

and we'll get the A-team on it from here, thanks.

Why don't you come on down to the studio

and uh, we'll make sure you get lunch.

- Well, hold on now a minute, I, I, I heard the name

of the apartment complex that they're going to.

I know some folks in that building.

I could be there as soon as they land.

What apartment complex?

I'll show you on camera, hmm?

And you'll let me report some real news for once,

not some fuzzy feel-good charity segment

that people will tune out, how about that?

Linda?

Fucker.

Head south towards Seward now.

- You heard her. Let's go, guys.

- We're gonna head north... as soon as they clear out

towards Crestwood, not Seward.

It's a little out of the way,

but we'll cut through the traffic.

♪ Sitting in the back seat Of my car ♪

♪ With my arms Around my guitar ♪

♪ And the rain falls

♪ From the roof Of the world ♪

♪ Nothing around

♪ Just the trees And the ground ♪

♪ There's a bird in a tree

♪ Singing a song Just for me ♪

♪ Just for me

♪ Ah, da-da-da

♪ La-da-da da-da-da ♪

♪ La-da-da da-da-da ♪

♪ Da-da da-da-da ♪

♪ Da-da-da

♪ La-da-da

[radio crackles]

♪ Ah, da-da da-da-da ♪♪

You listen to 105.2?

WYCD?

Duck in the Morning?

Smooth Jazz Sundays? Fred Temple?

Do you just drive to work in silence?

You fucking psycho!

That would make sense for you--

Tony, I listen to 105.2, okay?

I'm just... I'm just trying to focus on the road.

I love Fred Temple.

I like his takes, you know?

Great radio host, Tony.

- Heart and soul of Indiana--

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

[tires screech]

This guy's out of his mind.

- Tony, just give me some slack, okay?

I'm trying to get us there in one piece.

- Oh, the cavalry's a-comin'.

Whole city's gonna know how big a crook your dad is.

How does that feel?

Let's go. Keep going straight.

[Richard]: I think it's a left up here.

You said a left before. Am I taking a left?

[Tony]: Don't think I know where I live? Goddamnit!

- Shut your fucking mouth. - I'm just trying--

- It's a left here, you're right.

♪ I know I'll be down again With my old friend ♪

♪ This friendship Never ends ♪

♪ The blues Is always the same ♪♪

That was some good driving, Dick.

Some good, good driving.

Yeah. Yeah.

So what now, Tony?

[police radio chatter]

This thing have an intercom?

- I would not have the slightest clue.

- How do you turn it on? - I do not know, Tony.

[siren blares]

[Tony]: No.

[siren horns and wails]

[dogs barking]

- [sighs] - Fucking shit show.

- [siren blares] - Ah, fucking thing. This one?

- Tony, if you're looking for the radio,

unhook the gray device from the console

and press the red button to speak.

[siren blares]

Thank you.

- Now, Tony, we got men in your apartment.

A lot of worried folk out here.

Bullshit!

If any of your men so much as stepped foot in my apartment,

this whole place would be up in flames.

The only smoke I smell

is the one you're trying to blow up my ass.

I'm calling your bluff, Mike.

I rigged this sucker for this very moment, got it?

Well, you can't blame me

for trying to de-escalate, Tony.

- Can blame you, and I will blame you.

Now listen.

This is... This is what you're gonna do.

You boys are gonna let me and Mr. Hall here

walk into my place.

Then you're gonna get Joe Collins,

or Frank Love,

or hell, Chief Gallagher here to talk to me.

This is above your pay grade now, okay?

Okay, Tony.

[Richard]: Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Where are we going, Tony?

[Tony]: Right here.

Where are we going?

Holster that gun!

- Back up or I'll shoot! - Holster that right now!

It's all right, Tony. [Tony]: Keep your distance!

Keep your goddamn distance. I ain't playing around.

[Grable]: It's okay, Tony. It's all right. It's okay.

- Tell them just to stay back! [Grable]: Get back. Get back.

[Tony]: Mike, tell them to stay back.

Okay.

Here. In here. In here. In here.

- Okay. - Open the door.

Shit.

Alright, secure the perimeter right now. Let's go.

Up here.

- Uh, there. In the glass. In the window.

Do you see them going up the stairs?

Yeah, got 'em!

- We are the A-team now. Prime time.

[cameraman]: Fuck, yeah.

[chuckles]

[apartment din]

[Tony]: Okay... Yeah. [Richard]: Okay, Tony,

- where are we going? - Right here, right here.

Right here.

Just stay right there.

Okay.

Hey.

Yeah. Okay. Here you go.

Here we go.

- Ladies first. - Okay.

[Tony chuckles]

Yeah, get in there.

Get in.

Stop, stop, stop.

Come back. Come back. Back up...

while I get this thing on.

[metal clinking]

Yeah.

Okay. Okay.

[lights buzzing]

We're home, Dick.

We're home.

Yeah.

I'm gonna set you up over here.

- Here! Sit your f... - Okay, Tony. Okay.

- Sit down. Hands down. Hands down.

I don't want to see your hands anywhere.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah. Okay.

Now sit back. Sit back. Let this rest.

Okay, Tony.

[distant police sirens]

Now, don't you move, Dick.

I'm gonna put this...

Look at this, Dick.

Look where it goes.

On there.

This goes on here.

You see the line, right?

Now remember, I got this, Dick.

So no funny business, alright?

Alright.

Hands down. Hands down.

That's it. That's it. Nice and easy.

[Tony whistles]

[grunts]

Yeah.

You ain't going nowhere.

- [office din] - Alright.

Hey, what's up? How you doing?

Alright.

You still owe me five dollars.

Don't look at me like that.

[punk music blaring over headphones]

Hey.

Hey!

Oh! Hey there, Fred.

- What's up? How you doing? - Good, good. How are you, sir?

- You know they pay us to play the radio, not listen to it.

Um... It's just...

I told my New York friend I'd listen to this band's demo.

Uh, it's, uh...

It's punk. [Fred scoffs]

- Play Gil Scott-Heron up in here sometime, alright?

Uh, yes, sir. Absolutely.

- You know who Gil Scott-Heron is?

Yeah. Love Gil.

- Anyway, um... any mail for me?

- Hmm? - Mail!

Mail. Carrier pigeons, envelopes.

- Oh! No. Uh, slow day, sir. You know, Tuesdays.

You're high, ain't you?

- N-N-No, not at all.

It's cool.

Just not so much.

[Fred]: It is said that before entering the sea...

[groans]

Oh!

Oh, goddamn!

That was some good driving, Dick.

[laughs]

That was some really, really, really good driving.

Yeah. Feels good to be home, don't it?

[Tony sniffles]

Want something to drink? You want some milk?

Sure thing, Tony.

You like ice in your milk?

No. No ice, Tony.

- Good, 'cause I don't remember if I filled the tray.

This morning was a whirlwind, let me tell you.

I did fill the tray.

[chuckles]

I like ice with my milk. I'm weird like that.

Let's see.

[ice clinks]

You sure you don't want any ice?

No. No ice, Tony.

- It's cold anyway from the fridge.

[Tony sighs]

Oh, yeah.

[Fred]: It is said...

- Here you go, Dick. - ...that before entering the sea,

a river trembles with fear.

Oh, careful now.

- She has traveled from the peaks of the mountains,

the long, winding road...

[Tony]: Yeah, that's good.

Yep. Oh, fuck.

And here you thought I'd be a bad host, huh?

[chuckles]

Do you like this little contraption I made?

I rehearsed this thing for weeks and...

it worked.

It fucking worked.

[Fred]: But there is no other way.

[jazz music] The river cannot go back.

Nobody can go back.

To go back...

is impossible in existence.

[♪ Compared to What by Roberta Flack playing]

I love this song.

- I've got some Roberta Flack for you.

Coming at you now.

- [cameraman]: Great spot. - It's a good spot here.

We are outside the residence of Tony Kiritsis--

[cameraman]: Look, look, look.

- As you can see, reporting live,

we're evacuating the premises. [indistinct yelling]

This is an emergency situation.

[Grable]: Everyone, let's go. Let's go.

[Linda]: Coming to you first, Channel 12 News.

[man]: Go, go, go!

[Grable]: Hey! Hey!

- You guys can't be-- - Sir, excuse me.

- No, no, no, you can't be here. Clear the parking lot.

This place could blow at any minute.

- Can you confirm that authorities have confirmed

that there are explosives on the premises?

[Grable]: Now what?

We're just taking every precaution,

so we're evacuating the area.

You guys need to get behind the barricade. Let's go!

- And the hostage situation? - Ma'am, please.

Behind the barricade. Let's go.

Hey, chief.

[Gallagher]: What's this I'm hearing about explosives?

- I'm Linda Page, reporting to you live

from Crestwood apartments...

- He says he's got the place wired to blow.

Pal of yours, right?

Yeah, I know Tony.

♪ I said we're Chicken feathers ♪

♪ All without one gut ♪

What the fuck are they doing?

[indistinct reporting on TV]

Hey, hey! Hey!

Hey! I got lines rigged to the glass!

Any of you sharpshooters get cocky,

we go up in flames!

Explosives.

[reporter on TV]: ...just put a shotgun

at the head of mortgage company executive Dick Hall,

marched him from his office,

down the streets of downtown Indianapolis,

marched him into a stolen police car,

and drove here, drove here to Tony Kiritsis' apartment...

[Tony]: I saw something in that land that no one else did.

Because I'm a man of the people.

I know the people. [phone rings]

And I've paid my dues slinging ice cream as a kid,

selling used cars, trailer park maintenance.

You name it, I've done it.

- Tony, no one is saying you haven't.

[phone ringing] Tony, your phone.

- Fuck. You...

you and your dad and that godforsaken mortgage company

deterred those renters. I know it!

[Gallagher]: Hello, Tony? This is Chief Gallagher.

- One second, pal. You're gonna want to listen to this.

You think you can milk me of interest

and then just hang me out to dry?

- Tony, Dad offered to buy you out.

Exactly!

He knew I was onto something, staking that land,

providing services and groceries for those

y'all normally wouldn't take two seconds to pay mind to!

[heavy breathing]

Power's in leasing, not selling for a loss.

I don't need to explain that to you.

That's power in this world, equity.

But you couldn't let the little guy get a win, could you?

Chief Gallagher?

- Tony, uh, can we talk next step?

Gallagher, you listening?

I want a written agreement from Meridian Mortgage

and the county clerk's office.

I want my debt forgiven and financial compensation

for all the money I would have had by now.

And I want to walk out of here a free man.

No jail time and no psychiatry bullshit.

And most importantly... You getting this?

I want an apology.

I want a formal apology from Meridian Mortgage

and this poor man's father, you copy?

Now fuck off.

[sighs]

[heavy breathing]

These cuffs are awful tight.

- Well, I'm sorry, Richard. I ain't got no keys.

[heavy breathing]

I'm sorry, Richard. I-I-I really am sorry.

I'll work on getting you on a call with your family later.

How does that sound?

Sounds good.

No, you're gonna listen!

We're gonna get in this man's car,

and you're gonna let me.

Now if any one of us goes running

or gets yanked away, this trigger gets pulled.

You get that?

[reporter]: Red Cross volunteers

handed out coffee and ham sandwiches

to media people and law enforcement officers.

More than 50 gallons of coffee disappeared

and 200 sandwiches...

Tony had a piece of land,

I think it's 17 acres in size,

that he wanted to develop into a shopping center.

He claims the mortgage company took them to other sites

rather than recommending the site he had.

Of course, the mortgage company was waiting

and expecting him to pay off on the mortgage.

The squad car came here,

and I lost what I was gonna say.

The squad car came here to Crestwood Village

in the North... What part of...?

[sighs] [beep]

- I'm sorry if this is scaring you.

Yeah, well, appreciate you taking the call

at a moment's notice.

[Ibby laughs on phone]: Yeah, like I'd let you go

to the answering machine.

[she laughs]

You know what I mean.

[whispering]: Tell her how sorry I am.

Truly.

Yeah, sorry...

- Tony... [sighs]

We are sorry, and, uh...

And we'll be in touch.

I promise.

I know.

I love you so much.

I love you so much, baby.

Goodbye.

[Tony mutters]

[Tony inhales and exhales sharply]

[phone rings]

Hello?

- Tony, it's Eugene Gallagher again.

- What's up, amigo? - Talk to me, chief.

I just did a real good thing

putting this man on with his wife.

We heard.

And we have some good news as well.

Uh, your brother is on the way.

We've just sent a helicopter for him.

Jimmy? Jimmy!

[laughs]

Jimmy!

[Gallagher]: And also, I have George Martz here with me.

George is the deputy county prosecutor

who's going to go over the logistics of this deal

since James Kelly's out of town.

Um... Um, um, a prosecutor?

It's a formality, Tony.

Uh... Here, I'm gonna put him on the phone.

Hello? Tony.

I'll get down to brass tacks.

Everything that we're about to discuss

is contingent on Richard Hall's

health and safety. Understood?

- I'm listening. - We have a prepared statement

that absolves your debt

accompanying the property in question.

Meridian Mortgage has already sent a notice

to the county recorder's office.

And what about my apology?

That's really important to me, you know?

You near a TV, Tony?

Channel 9.

[TV reporter]: ...where the hostage situation

is unfolding.

[Martz on TV]: As you know,

you've made certain specific demands.

And in attempting to comply with those demands...

I've requested Cliff Chapman to make a statement to you

on behalf of Meridian Mortgage.

Hello.

I'm Clifford Chapman,

head of finance at Meridian Mortgage.

This statement has been authorized by M.L. Hall.

This is a public apology to...

[Tony]: Why are they parading Cliff?

[scoffing]: Where's M.L.?

What, they don't have cameras in Florida?

[Cliff]: ...relationships in this great state...

- Cliff's... VP, Tony. - He's a fucking nobody.

- ...Meridian Mortgage or Hall Hotel

have committed in respect to Mr. Kiritsis.

Thank you.

What, that's it? That's it?

[screaming]: What, that's it?

That's it?

[clears throat]

It is our ongoing...

- Huh? I want an apology from Meridian Mortgage.

That means M.L. Hall.

Not empty gestures from some fucking lackey.

Some goddamn catharsis! Some genuine guilt!

- Now, Tony, we delivered on our end.

The fuck you have!

- That note's debt has been sent to the recorder's office.

You can shut up now.

- Then how do I know these aren't just empty promises?

You're a prosecutor, chief says, yeah?

That's right, Tony.

- Yeah! Well, I want a lawyer of my own,

with eyes on all of the paperwork

you're teasing me with, Jimmy too.

And I want a real apology from the big man himself.

I want to hear it from M.L.'s fucking lips.

[TV reporter]: And since that time,

Tony Kiritsis has held Dick Hall hostage.

The big demand has been immunity.

First, the opportunity to voice his complaint

against the mortgage company...

[Tony]: I need the people to know my side of the story.

My side of the story. The real side of the story.

The fucking truth.

[funky soul music]

- Time keeps on slipping, doesn't it, Indianapolis?

Hope that rush hour traffic isn't too brutal for you.

But if it is, we're right here with you.

Tony?

No, I don't... no.

Are you scheduled to talk to Mr. Fred today?

This has been Fred Temple.

Let's remember to become the ocean,

not fear disappearing into it, alright?

I thank you for listening.

Take it easy.

Love on somebody.

- Forty-one?

I could try to catch him when he's coming out.

He's just about to leave.

Good night, my brothers.

- [James]: Uh, Mr. Temple? - Yeah.

- Excuse me, um... sir, you have a caller.

- I have dinner in 30 minutes, is what I have, James.

- We vetted it with the operator, confirmed it...

[Fred]: Brother, one day, you're gonna understand

that when you have a wife,

dinner at 6:45 means dinner at 6:45.

Not 7:00, definitely not 6:30, and absolutely not 6:46.

- Fred, that Tony Kiritsis fella's on the line,

and he's asking to speak to you.

The guy with the shotgun in the man's neck.

Wait.

You should have opened with that shit, James.

- Oh, uh, sorry. I thought you knew.

- Wait, he's on the line for me right now?

Yes, sir.

[sighing]: Fuck.

Okay, listen, I'm gonna need you to call my wife.

Alright? Tell her I'm gonna be late.

I don't know which call is scarier.

[inaudible chatter]

Hello?

- H-Hello? Ahem, hello? Hi.

[Fred]: Hello, Mr. Kiritsis.

This is Fred Temple.

[sighing]: Hi, Fred.

It's an honor, Fred.

Longtime listener, first-time caller.

[Tony laughing]

- Yeah. I hear you wanted to speak with me.

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Is, is, is this on air?

No, but it's being recorded.

But we can consult the proper authorities

and take it step-by-step.

- If that's okay with you. - Okay. Sounds good.

What's on your mind, brother?

Talk to me.

These people betrayed me.

They set me up and schemed to ruin my life.

Well, let me tell you something else.

I'm not a rich man. I'm a poor man.

And that never bothered me.

I could go gliding along

and being poor and working like a dog

and breaking even

and being happy as a dog in dog heaven.

But fuck these people.

They played God and they lost.

I'm a man that's fighting for everything that he owns, sir.

Now...

Now, do you have a wife and family, Fred?

- Uh, yes. Yes, I do.

And do you love them?

- Uh, yes, I do. I do.

Very much so.

Say that they set you up.

Said they're gonna take your cars

or your house or your wife, your children,

and then they're gonna laugh at you.

Now would you be ready to kill, Temple?

Well, I...

I'd be awfully...

mad, brother.

- You'd be ready to kill. Don't lie to me.

I don't lie. Why would you lie?

You'd... you'd kill in a minute.

[heavy breathing]

These people, they've ruined my life.

I'm not gonna be intimidated or humiliated by anyone.

I've been a patsy my whole life.

And that never bothered me.

But I told these motherfuckers

to document everything that they've done.

- Okay, Tony. Hey, let me tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna stop the tape right now, alright?

Okay, now I'll tell you what I will do.

I will play this tape tomorrow morning after we're clear.

Alright? How does that sound to you?

- O-Okay, well, I'll be listening, baby.

Thank you, Fred.

And I'm sorry for my language.

[stammers]

Oh, shit.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

- What are we gonna do about all those fucks, Fred?

[sighing]: Oh, man. Shit.

[lighter scratches]

- I was just on with Fred Temple.

Fred motherfucking Temple.

Hell yeah, baby.

[chuckles]

They're gonna air it in the morning.

[Tony on recording]: I told these motherfuckers

to document everything.

[Fred]: Okay, Tony. Let me tell you what I'm gonna do.

Alright?

I'm gonna stop the tape right now.

Alright?

Oh, boy. Thank you, Fred.

[Fred on phone]: Sure thing. [he sighs]

Have you spoken to him since?

- No, he's not interested in talking anymore.

- Uh, we're at a bit of a standstill

while we formulate some paperwork

with his lawyer, John Ruckelshaus.

- Okay, so what do you want me to do?

[Gallagher]: Maybe get some rest, Fred.

- Shit, you don't got to tell me twice.

I mean, but in regards to the airing.

- Well... [sighs]

...every moment Tony spends

listening to himself or talking to Fred...

is another moment we have to formulate a plan.

If Fred accommodates Tony's idea of immunity,

entertains his crusade against Meridian,

that in no way binds us legally.

I mean, the words and opinions of a DJ are not binding.

No offense, Fred.

And none taken.

[Gallagher]: So what are we saying?

- Since he refuses to talk to us...

are you comfortable letting him call you?

- Yeah, if my talking to this fella

keeps this poor guy safe, I guess I ain't got no choice.

- Thank you. Someone from the FBI

should be able to take the reins soon.

Yeah.

[sighs]

[indistinct reporting on TV]

I have to use the restroom.

Number one or two?

I'd rather not say.

Well, I'm gonna find out either way.

Let's go.

Enjoy the privacy.

Get some rest.

[Richard]: Tony? [door closes]

Tony?

[ominous music]

[Tony on radio]: Let me tell you something else.

I'm not a rich man. I'm a poor man.

And that never bothered me.

I could go gliding along

and being poor and working like a dog

and breaking even

and being happy as a dog in dog heaven.

But fuck these people. [laughing]

They played God and they lost.

I'm a man that's fighting for everything that he owns, sir.

[helicopter blades whirring]

[suspenseful music]

Jimmy?

[reporter]: You've known Tony for a number of years.

What kind of guy is he?

- Well, he's always been a kind of reasonable man.

He just seems to be excited over...

He's felt he's being beat out

of some money over this real estate deal.

[reporter]: He's still to put forward his feeling

that his mortgage company has swindled him.

He has purchased this 17 acres of land,

cleared many of the trees himself,

hoping to start a shopping center.

He said he had some commitments

from a grocery store chain

offering about $3 million to start a center.

Then he says the mortgage company moved in...

[cameraman]: I got a ham and cheese.

You want half?

- No, thanks. [chuckles]

[sirens wailing]

[cameraman]: Pretty good.

[Linda]: Aw.

Look at this.

Looks like a fed, walks like a fed,

quacks like a fed.

Must be the feds.

Wake up, sleepy boy.

How'd you sleep? You get some rest?

Oh, you don't look too good. You want some?

- No, Tony. - Hmm?

- No. - Have one.

They're not stale, Dick.

I got them from Gordon's two days ago.

I don't want any!

- What, are you watching your figure?

Don't worry, we'll get you an extra pallbearer.

This morning has been crazy, man.

They aired my interview with Fred.

Fred's on my side, and the people are listening.

I must have had five friends

call into Fred's station this morning.

Crazy.

How does that feel? Hmm?

To know that the voice of Indianapolis

is chatting with me.

Life's crazy, man.

[reporter]: We're seeing movement here

at the Crestwood apartment complex,

where it is day two of the hostage crisis

that captured the imagination of Indianapolis

that will hopefully come to an end soon.

The Army bomb squad is here,

and has begun to try to think of ways to somehow get in

without setting off the explosives.

- We're told, unofficially... - Are they making moves?

These sneaky motherfuckers!

[dramatic music]

Clear out! Clear out away from the motherfucking building!

I said clear out!

[laughing] [phone rings]

Alright.

Hello?

- Those motherfuckers just dropped bombs

on your TV affiliate,

and now they're trying to lie about it, and I don't like it.

They said it was coming to an end.

You heard what I heard, right?

[Fred]: No, brother, I didn't hear.

I just woke up.

I slept like a log all night.

I'm just trying to catch up, like...

Man, you know I wouldn't lie to you.

[Tony]: Mr. Temple, please, sir, I respect you.

You've been a hell of a man. [panting]

Now if those cocksuckers are honest,

you tell them all to clear out.

Okay, alright.

So, uh, what do you want me to do?

- Tell my brother Jimmy, or George Martz,

or whoever the fuck, I want a live press conference

on national television

so I can talk to the people directly.

You tell that command post, Mr. Temple.

I like you, okay?

[line disconnects]

[Richard]: Tony.

[Tony]: What, Dick?

What do you want?

Shut up, then.

[♪ Love To Love You Baby by Donna Summer]

- Well... [chuckles]

...he likes you.

- Ha! [laughs]

Shit.

I don't need him to like me.

- Special Agent Patrick Mullaney, FBI profiler.

- [Love]: Frank Love. - Mike Grable.

Eugene Gallagher.

- So talk to me about Mr. Kiritsis.

- Well, he has his mortgage broker

at the end of a shotgun.

Frank, why don't you bring him up to speed.

- You've been the point of contact?

- Well, I go back with Tony, sure.

Chief and I both were trying to talk to him

until Tony said he only wanted to talk to Temple.

And you're Temple?

- No, I'm George Martz, County Prosecutor's Office.

Fred Temple's WCYD, 105.2.

[Fred]: I'm DJ Fred Temple.

WCYD.

WCYD?

It's our local radio station.

Fred's a DJ.

The voice of Indianapolis.

Frank, you know Mr. Kiritsis.

You have a grasp on his psychological background?

- Well, he comes from a big family.

Tough fella, tough people.

I think he's known to make for a good friend,

but also a bad enemy, if that makes sense.

No links to organized crime or anything.

- Talk to me about... Tony's psychology.

He's mad.

- Why don't you wash my ass, Father?

Woo!

He's out of control.

He's after money and immunity.

[Tony]: Try me, motherfucker! Try me!

A real shit show.

Based on what I've seen,

the order of his taxes,

the intricacies of that device,

it seems like he's a man

who has quite the attention to detail.

It seems he's after maintaining control,

not a man that's out of control.

Let's, uh, map out Tony. I'm gonna start a mood chart.

[laughs]

I'm sorry, do you have one started

that I should work off of?

Like we said...

his mood is angry.

Mad as hell.

Except for when he chums it up with Temple man.

Shit show.

- He's angry because he's feeling betrayed.

- They were all ready to sign. I had them.

And then, poof, gone in the dead of night.

Gone.

Disrespected.

- You rig the game with your math

and your mountains of money in the bank

in order to bleed us dry.

Humiliated.

[Richard]: You know, Tony, I've been patient with you.

You know how many times I could have lunged for that revolver?

Squish us both to the ground.

Try it, motherfucker.

- And, yes, you put all this together, and...

- You silver spoon-fed cocksucker.

Miserable piece of fucking shit. [Richard]: Go on.

- It's all about giving him respect.

Let's get him the call

he so desperately wants. [phone rings]

And he'll be eating from our hand.

[phone rings]

- Hello? - Tony, it's Chief Gallagher.

What's up?

- I've got M.L. Hall on the other line.

Oh, do you now?

[Gallagher]: Yes, and he would like to speak with his son.

- Well, I'd like to speak with him first.

- No, Tony, he needs to hear Richard's voice.

He needs to hear from his son's own mouth

that he's okay.

You copy?

When do we talk terms?

[Gallagher]: After Mr. Hall speaks with his son,

we can continue our dialogue and find a resolution.

And hear his apology?

- Tony, hand the phone to Richard.

Hand the phone to Richard.

Your daddy's on the line.

He wants to know when you'll be home for supper.

Go on.

Hello?

Is this Richard?

Yes.

- Well, we'll patch M.L. in. - Okay.

- Mr. Hall, you're on with Richard and everybody else.

Richard, how you doing?

Are you hurt?

- I'm hanging in there. Tony is a fine host.

You know, all things considered.

- He's out of his mind, that's what he is.

- [laughs] - He's right here with me,

and I'm sure he'd love the chance to, you know...

sort some things out with you after we catch up.

Tell me, how's Mom?

- She's an absolute wreck, of course.

Climbing the walls now.

Come down from there!

- Right. [sniffles]

Hey, uh...

Listen, Dad, do you think there is a solution

we can sort out here?

- Well, of course. - Now, I just, uh...

I mean, regarding his terms.

- You and I don't need to brainstorm this thing.

You know, the lawyers are gonna draft whatever contract,

and you and I need to just follow their lead.

- Okay. - That's all.

- It's... Ahem. - Can you do that?

[Richard]: It's just that from where I'm sitting,

which is, you know...

behind a, uh...

a shotgun, mind you, one of the main points

is, is, is an apology.

- Well, I thought Cliff read one.

You know, there's no amount of sorry

that're gonna satisfy this man. You know that.

Well, I'm sorry he missed payments

and decided to commit a crime.

Truly, I'm sorry.

And I'm sure as hell sorry

that you're in this situation.

- Okay, Dad. So Tony's here with me.

And if you wanted to take a moment to apologize, I...

I think it would go a long way, you know,

and possibly expedite this release process.

So if you wanted to do that, then it might be a great idea.

[M.L. chuckles]

- Apologize for what exactly, Richard?

[Richard]: Well, you know, possibly setting up a deal

that wasn't in his interest.

And milking him of interest.

- And Tony's saying, "And milking him of interest."

- Apologize for how interest works?

I mean, you miss a payment and your debt increases.

That's in the terms.

- How am I supposed to-- - By saying sorry to Tony.

He thinks you're--

- I know. I know. - He's, he's...

he's saying he knows we deterred potential tenants,

that we were setting up a deal that wasn't in his interest.

Okay. And that we were purposely

waiting him out and defrauding him,

and he wants to hear you admit that and say you're sorry.

- He has a gun to your neck, son.

Why are we the ones apologizing?

What, you have that Stockholm syndrome

setting in you already?

No, Dad.

- I could say sorry a thousand times over,

but this is a recorded line.

I have to treat this as if I'm under oath.

I'm not gonna admit guilt to something I didn't do.

- This claim he has is baseless. - I don't...

And I will not be complicit

in his slander of this company.

- It sets an awful precedent... - What's he saying?

Is he gonna apologize? [sighing]: Fuck.

- [M.L.]: Richard? - Is he gonna apologize?

- Yeah, I'm here, Dad. Yeah, I'm here.

- Can we, uh, can we send anything to you?

You know, make you a little more comfortable?

- No, no, no, he's been clear. He won't allow any--

- I wanna talk to him. I wanna talk to him.

Give me the phone.

- Give me the phone. - No, no. No talk. No!

Give it to me.

- It's inappropriate! - Hello, sir.

Now, you and I were supposed to have

a little chat yesterday,

but you decided to go

on a fancy little vacation, didn't you?

Must be nice. [Richard sighs]

I've never been on a vacation in my entire fucking life.

I have nothing to say to you.

You see, we Halls are stoic people.

Humble God-fearing people.

The fuck you are.

You're greedy fucking people. Your souls are pi-pitch-black.

Now admit what you did. Fuck your family.

Fuck the Halls. Greedy sons of bitches.

What family you have, Tony?

Who are you providing for?

- Well, I-I...

I've told you.

My businesses are my children.

- A man out to make money with no mouths to feed

other than his own is no man at all.

But I do have empathy for you, Mr. Kiritsis.

I believe in you. I always did.

And your vision. And your tenacity.

- They were ready to sign! Goddamnit!

They were ready to sign!

Just, just apologize for what you did.

Just fucking apologize.

You know what you did.

- You deterred them. - No, Tony, no.

The fruit falls off the tree.

You don't shake it before it's ready.

- Oh, fuck your riddles, old man!

And fuck you!

[panting]

Just, just admit what you are.

Just fucking admit what you are and say that you're sorry.

- We're gonna get this deal done,

and you're gonna release my son.

Yeah, and what if I don't?

What if I shoot...

little pretty Dicky here in the fucking face?

What then, huh?

Well, I'll...

mourn the loss of one of my sons...

and we will all rue the day

you ever stepped foot

into the offices of Meridian Mortgage.

Stay strong, Richard.

[disconnected line tone]

Hello?

Hello?

[Richard chuckles]

Oh, Richard, Richard, Richard.

Yeah.

[soft music]

Want a cigarette?

Sure, Tony.

- What am I supposed to make him feel like?

- I don't know. I don't know. - Bend the knee?

Go down on all fours? [Mabel]: No. No, I don't know.

- I'm on a telephone call with a madman.

♪ Hey-ney, hey-ney, no-wah

♪ Witchi-tie-tie, gimee rah ♪

♪ Whoa rah neeko Whoa rah neeko ♪

♪ Hey ney, hey ney, no way

♪ Water spirit feeling Springing round my head ♪

♪ Makes me feel glad That I'm not dead ♪

♪ Witchi-tie-tie, gimee rah

♪ Whoa rah neeko Whoa rah neeko ♪

♪ Hey ney, hey ney, no way

[indistinct police radio chatter]

♪ Whoa rah neeko Whoa rah neeko ♪

♪ Hey ney, hey ney

[Tony]: I want one more thing, Fred.

Like I said before,

I am very concerned about this man's wife and children.

I don't want them to be terrorized by any of this.

[Fred]: I hear you, Tony.

But holding on to anger is like drinking poison

and expecting the other person to die.

[distant police sirens]

[Tony]: Goddamn it, Fred,

it's like you're a poet and a philosopher.

How did you come up with that?

[Fred]: I've got to credit the Buddha on this one, brother.

♪ Water spirit feeling Springing round my head ♪

♪ Makes me feel glad That I'm not dead ♪

♪ Witchi-tie-tie, gimee rah

♪ Whoa rah neeko Whoa rah neeko ♪

♪ Hey ney, hey ney, no way

♪ Witchi-tie-tie, gim-- ♪

[phone rings]

Hello?

[teenage boy]: Holy fucking shit.

Hello?

Hey, is this Tony Kiritsis?

Who is this?

- You really got a gun to that guy?

- I asked, who is this? Goddamnit!

[teenage girl]: Why don't you shoot him?

[teenage boy]: Yeah, pussy. Blow his head off on camera.

[both giggling]

Fuck you!

Who was that, Tony?

[sniffles]

- There's some sick, twisted people in this world, Dick.

[long breath]

Should we get some rest?

You rest, Dick.

You and I both know I'm not getting a wink

until this is done.

[sirens blaring]

- Excuse me, sir. - Oh!

- Hi there. - Just needed a little caffeine.

Oh, is this for the media?

- Oh, no, no, I think it's sort of a free-for-all.

I'm Linda Page from Channel 12.

I noticed you were speaking to Sergeant Frank Love?

Uh, yeah, we go back.

He's known our family for years.

Your family?

Oh, I'm Tony's brother.

Well, one of the ones he doesn't mind talking to, that is.

- Ah, you're the brother of the man of the hour.

Um, Tony Kiritsis.

Yeah. I'm Jimmy Kiritsis.

And you know something?

Look...

it's not fair what you news folk

have been saying, okay?

[Linda]: Okay.

Well, we would be more than happy

to give you the opportunity

to set the record straight if you'd like, Mr. Kiritsis.

- I'd like that very much. Thank you.

Okay, well, let's do it.

Alright? Let's...

John, why don't we just go over here by this van.

And, uh, you ever been on live television before, Jimmy?

- First time for everything, sweetheart.

When you stand long enough

outside of Tony Kiritsis's apartment,

you have time to do a lot of thinking.

And I've been thinking about men, something like him,

men who are... are desperate.

I don't mean desperate enough

to put a shotgun at the back of somebody's head.

- Is there anything you'd like to say to our viewers?

- Uh, yeah, he's... he's not a desperado

like he's been painted out to be. Uh...

He's... he's not a thief.

- There are people who think that they've been wronged

or who have been wronged.

And sometimes there isn't much difference

between the two as far as their feelings are concerned.

He's not asking for $5 million

like it's being reported by some stations.

Uh, and, and, and we're quite concerned

with the profile that's been painted of him.

Now, we got an attorney, John,

on his way to help sort this out.

So, uh, thank you.

And, uh, maybe we can, uh, resolve it tomorrow morning.

Chop it up and set it to air.

Prime time.

[Linda]: ...as of now, still in his apartment.

It's looking like it could be a long,

tense, and very cold night.

- When you stand out here long enough,

you got time to think.

And sometimes that's good.

Have a good evening.

[gunshots on television]

[man on TV]: Look out.

[gunshots continue]

[Richard]: Give me the strength...

[mumbling prayer]

[tense music]

[sighs]

[news anchor]: Childcare expert, Dr. Lendon Smith

has some tips for you.

Today, it's on medical checkups.

If there's one important time

that somebody should go to the doctor

is when we're five years of age.

Perhaps again the next time...

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[thud] [Tony screams]

Tony?

[gunshot] [Tony]: Get down!

[repeated gunshots]

Oh, my fuck!

[Tony]: Let me get the fuck off you.

I was just... You thought I was...

[continuous gunshots] [indistinct yelling]

Somebody help!

Help! [door creaks]

The fruit falls off the tree.

You don't shake it before it's ready!

[gasps]

[pants]

[water bubbling]

Do you have any pets, Dick?

We have a dog.

Golden retriever.

[laughs]

- Of course he's a golden retriever.

[laughs]

You... you got a white picket fence too?

Wow. I don't think you need to worry your head off.

I'm sure your family's feeding Sparky and--

Max.

What's that?

His name is Max, uh...

After Maxinhall Lake.

He loves it when we take him there.

- That's right. Your dad owns that plot too.

Must be nice.

Let me guess.

You got a boat.

- We do have a boat. - Yeah, that's what I...

Yeah, it's looking good out there.

Fred must have talked sense into them.

We're lucky we have Fred.

[Richard]: Mmh...

- Radio hosts probably make for good fathers.

Mm, talk sense into those kids.

Doesn't beat it into them.

- Any plans to be a father yourself, Tony?

I told you.

My businesses are my kids, Dick.

- Hmm, there is no lucky lady out there

that might, uh, help you change your mind?

- Plenty. Plenty of fish in the sea.

No shortage of options, let me tell you.

[Tony chuckles]

I've had my fair shot at love.

Hmm.

I'm a hell of a dancer, you know.

Mm. Is that right, Tony?

Oh, yeah, baby.

I got some moves.

I got that soldier's rhythm.

[Richard]: Hmm.

I'm not a formally trained dancer or anything,

but I'm a f-fun dancer.

But oh, boy, would I get an ass-whooping

for trying to dance as a kid, though.

I bet you...

Fred allows dancing in the...

in the Temple household, being a radio host and all.

Some folk have it good.

Never forget that.

- Tony, being raised by my dad...

it wasn't a walk in the park. I...

I recognize the privilege financially, I do, but...

- You recognize how your daddy gave you that corner office

and that fancy little president title of yours?

- Yes. - Well, that's good.

- Yes, I do. - Mm-hmm.

But it, uh...

it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows growing up

as his son, okay?

You heard the phone call.

[sighs]

What's your mom like?

Long brown hair and...

big smile.

How about you?

She's good.

I'll miss her.

Oh, let's turn that frown upside down.

Okay.

Oh!

Take a page out of Fred Temple's book,

shall we? [funky music]

♪ Some people say now

♪ We're living in a joke

♪ Ha [humming]

Yeah.

♪ Yes, they did

♪ This country's Going up in smoke ♪

♪ Ha

♪ I got a message

♪ They need to know

♪ Ha

[snapping fingers] [laughs]

Oh, yeah, baby.

♪ And let a man be a man ♪

♪ Gotta let a woman Be a woman ♪♪

[Fred]: Talk to me, Indianapolis.

Talk to me, baby.

[woman 1]: I'm not saying what he did is okay,

but, uh, does he have a girlfriend?

[woman 2]: I know Dick. He goes to my church.

He's a good man.

[man 1]: He is a goddamn hero is what he is.

A national treasure.

[man 2]: Finally, somebody had the balls

to stand up to these parasites

getting rich off the good people of Indianapolis.

[Fred]: That was Let a Woman Be a Woman,

Let a Man Be a Man.

And speaking of our man, Tony Kiritsis,

we found out he'll be giving a live press conference

as part of the terms for the release of Richard Hall.

Peace and love, y'all.

Peace and love.

- Alright, let's walk through this.

As we've seen,

the key is to make him feel as if he has an audience.

So the networks have agreed to air the event live.

But we need a contingency plan for Richard's utmost safety.

Grable, we'll put you...

on his right shoulder.

Same as the shotgun.

We'll be sure to have Fred

in his peripheral vision as well

so Tony can feel his presence.

[Gallagher]: If things go south,

I have this handkerchief in my coat pocket,

if I pull it, that's the signal.

And your job is to secure the barrel

away from Tony to the ceiling.

- Just give the word and I'll drop him bullheaded, chief.

I'll pull my gun.

And, well...

what does the bureau

say the most efficient way to do this is?

To make it painless, you know.

- Base of the skull behind the ear,

angled up so it passes through and exits the frontal lobe.

- Behind the ear. Angled upward.

Okay.

[Love]: You guys will have to excuse me.

[retches]

[gargling]

Ah!

[sighs]

[Tony]: You want some cologne, Dick?

No, thank you, Tony.

- Oh, yeah, your shit don't stink, does it?

- That's not what I'm saying, Tony.

- I can smell you from here, pal.

- Yeah, well, it's been a long couple of days.

I think they'll forgive me.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[man]: Whoa, whoa, whoa, watch out.

[indistinct chatter]

Good evening.

I'm in a room near the police headquarters

outside of Tony Kiritsis' apartment,

where he is currently holding Richard Hall hostage.

We have been requested air time

in order to give an address

by Deputy County Prosecutor George Martz,

an address apparently directed at Tony Kiritsis himself.

- Now here's Mr. Martz. - Thank you.

At this time, I would like to read a letter

from the office of the Marion County prosecutor,

James F. Kelley.

It's entitled,

Letter of Immunity Granted to Anthony George Kiritsis.

[Martz clears throat]

"Mr. Kiritsis, on this day, February 10, 1977,

in the state of Indiana,

Marion County prosecutor, James F. Kelley,

does hereby confer and grant to Anthony George Kiritsis

immunity from prosecution

with reference to the abduction of Richard Hall

and all subsequent acts done...

- Goddamn right. - ...or alleged

to have been done by the said Anthony George Kiritsis.

- You know, I think I used to be jealous of you.

[Linda]: I'm Linda Page, reporting live...

- But now, I wouldn't trade nothing to be in your shoes.

When we're done and this deal is finished down there,

the whole world is gonna know

who you and your father really are.

And they're gonna pay me five million for it.

[chuckles]

[police siren blares]

[indistinct chatter]

[phone rings]

- Hello? - Tony, it's Jimmy.

- Hi. [indistinct]

Alright. Alright, Jimmy.

Now, they got the promissory note? Yeah?

Uh-huh.

Alright... Okay.

[inhales sharply and exhales]

Let's get these cameras rolling.

Let's see if we're on national television.

Tony, is it over?

[TV turns on]

Tony?

[orchestral music]

[music ends] [audience applauding]

[Tony]: Fucking John Wayne.

Thank you.

- How am I supposed to compete with John Wayne?

- Tony, is it over? [knock on door]

- Tony, it's Mike. We're ready.

Tony, please.

Please!

- [Tony]: Okay. - Oh, thank you, Tony.

Now, listen, I-I-I'm happy to do anything that you want.

And I can make it happen.

And I have sure as hell learned my lesson here.

And, and, and I'll implement some changes

and, you know, do all kinds of things.

And, and, and I thank you and the Lord and, you know...

[John Wayne]: My thanks to you and Charlie Blair

for traveling...

- Wait, Tony, what are you doing?

- Time to shine, Dick. - No.

No, Tony, I'm not, I'm not going out there.

Tony, no, no, no, you're just gonna...

- You, You're gonna-- - Curtain call, baby.

- Unlock me, Tony. Unlock me.

- Curtain call, baby! - No, I'm not going anywhere.

- Tony! - Get up!

Get up, Dick!

[Richard]: I'm not going out there, Tony.

- Move! - No! No!

[grunting]

I swear to God,

I'll shoot you right here, right now.

Don't try me, motherfucker. Mike!

[knocking on door] What's the deal, Mike?

- All three networks are gonna roll cameras.

NBC, CBS and ABC.

- Tony, they're gonna shoot me and shoot you.

[grunting]

[John Wayne]: Thank you.

- If I die, you die. - I'm not going out there, Tony!

- [applause] - I'm coming out with Dick.

[gunshot]

[grunting]

...my peers, my friends...

[Richard]: Tony, they're gonna shoot me!

...and honored by the people

is about as much as a fella can ask--

[announcer]: We interrupt our regular programming

to bring you a special live report

from day three of the Indianapolis hostage crisis.

Anthony Kiritsis is about to address members

of the press and law enforcement...

- Tony, here's that statement from M.L.

and Meridian Mortgage you wanted.

- Good. Give it to Dick. He's gonna read it.

- What? - Get it, Dick.

[announcer]:...he will free Mr. Hall unharmed.

Please keep in mind this is a live broadcast,

and we do not know how events are to unfold.

- Almost impossible not to, coming from the gunman.

This is a live report.

[officer]: Everybody back, please.

[indistinct chatter]

- We have no control over what is going out

over the air right now.

[indistinct chatter]

[Tony]: Turn the cameras on!

Turn the goddamn cameras on!

Move it. Move it. [camera shutters clicking]

I'm gonna show you something.

From the lawyers. Read it.

You read it.

I want it on all national channels.

I've been called a kidnapper,

an extortionist, and everything else.

Now I'm a goddamn national hero,

and don't you forget it.

I want it on all three national channels.

Are we rolling? Are they rolling?

Hmm? I got friends all over the country!

Read it.

"February 10th..."

Okay, Tony, loosen it a little bit.

"February 10th, 1977.

A statement is being made to try and--"

- Hold it. Where's Fred? [Fred]: I'm over here.

- I'm here. - Fred.

- I'm here. - Hey.

Hey, you're a hell of a man, Fred. Come here.

- Come here. Good to see you. - Alright, alright.

[Tony]: The voice of Indianapolis.

[Tony chuckles]

Good man.

Yeah. Where's Jimmy? Where's Jimmy?

- He's coming. He's coming. - Yeah? Yeah.

- [Jimmy]: I'm here. - But where's...

Hey, hey, Frank, Frank.

I-I've known this guy for I don't know how long.

You're a hell of a cop. Hell of a cop.

Well, let's, uh, settle down and let this gentleman read.

Read it.

[Richard pants]

"February 10th...

1977.

This statement is being made

to try and state the items that Mr. Kiritsis alludes to--"

- Hold it. I need water. Give me a glass of water.

I want this goddamn thing understood!

I'll read it.

"February 10th, 1977.

This statement is being made to try and state

that the items that Mr. Kiritsis alludes..."

And I don't like that word!

I charge, and they've admitted it!

"Alludes to being illegal and unethical acts

of the Hall group."

Give me a drink, pal.

Give me a drink.

- Good? - Yeah.

Yeah, and I'm sober, friends.

I had six drinks in 1976,

and I haven't had any this year.

Don't miss them a fucking bit.

[chuckles]

Yeah.

"This possible lessee

was very interested in the Kiritsis site...

but we found it impossible to agree on terms

satisfactory to our best interest."

Their best interest!

I went up there to borrow money

and had multiple prospective tenants,

and these motherfuckers shopped it to somebody else!

Deterred each and every last one of them.

It's a private equity trap

meant to lure in common folk,

give them a taste of the American dream,

and then spit them right out!

And you're-- You're painting me a monster?

I'm just a little guy.

A lot of friends of mine are here...

and they've seen me stressed.

For four years and three months,

they had one, one of these stuck

to my, to my, to my ear.

Now it's the other way around.

Ain't that right, Dick?

[Tony]: You're a fucking... Fucking...

[camera shutters clicking]

Now, I hope this thing doesn't go off

because I'm having too much fun with him. Yeah.

[suspenseful music] You all right? You all right.

Okay. Oh, Dick, you're gonna like this.

"Mr. M.L. Hall..." this gentleman's father...

"personally takes responsibility for these improprieties."

[dramatic music]

There it is in writing.

I'm gonna frame that.

[laughs]

Yeah.

Where's, where's Fred? Fred? Fred?

Hey, Tony.

[Tony]: You're gonna be late for work in the morning, Fred.

- I think I'll, uh, I'll sleep in late.

[Tony]: I don't know if you can get away with that. Can he?

[Tony chuckles]

Not really.

- I want to thank this... this gentleman for...

for putting my interview on WCYD

and letting my friends call in.

If you hadn't done that,

I'd still be called a common kidnapper.

And I don't know, I don't know, how I'll ever thank him.

Alright.

[Tony]: Thank you for... for doing that.

I've been a big fan of yours for a long time, Fred.

[Fred]: Alright, alright.

- You're a hell of a man, Fred. A hell of a man.

Supporting the little guys is what you do.

I, I also want to apologize to this gentleman's family.

Now I, uh...

I'm sorry I humiliated this man this way,

even though he surely had it coming.

He is the one holding the gun,

and he's crying like a petulant child.

My son has the gun strapped to his neck,

and his eyes are dry as a bone.

Still and calm as that moon.

[tense music]

You see?

That's my son.

- I just wanted everybody to know that,

by God, I was right!

- Do you have a plan if he pulls that trigger?

- Pay the fine and watch the ratings roll in.

Yes, okay.

I think that's it.

Let's get this deal done.

Frank, pull up my pants, will you?

Yeah.

- Let's just get the essential parties here.

- Mullaney, if you would just-- - Right.

Alright, alright.

Well, thanks again to everybody who supported me,

and I'm sorry about my language.

Yeah.

Alright, come on.

Let's go, let's go, Dick.

[tone beeping]

Come on!

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

♪ Open wide, America

♪ We're gonna give you more

♪ Burger Chef Has everything ♪

♪ We know You're looking for ♪♪

[announcer]: Open wide for Burger...

[dramatic music]

[Tony]: Jimmy, we good, brother?

Last steps, Tony.

Lawyers are just crossing the T's and dotting the I's.

Alright, good.

[Jimmy]: We're very close, Tony. Almost there.

[heavy breathing]

- I just need your signature right here.

Alright.

[chuckles]

It's hard doing this with the left hand.

Can you hold that for me?

Alright, there it is.

Five million dollars, baby.

[laughs]

[Grable]: Tony, have a seat right here.

- Tony... - Hey, hey...

If I may.

Yeah. Yeah, sure, sure.

Alright, Dick.

Oh.

[heavy breathing]

[screaming]

You hear that, Jimmy?

It's the sound of justice.

Ain't it beautiful?

[producer]: Find out what the fuck is going on!

What was I supposed to do?

They kicked us out of the room.

- Amateur shit, Linda. - What'd he say?

- Christ, I've seen Boy Scouts work quicker than that.

Get it off. [wire snaps]

Yeah.

[officer]: Gun's clear.

[gunshot] [screaming]

- Y'all thought it wasn't loaded?

It was loaded the whole--

Get off me! Get off me! I was just--

- [cameraman]: The hell is that? - Shit.

- Did he shoot him? - That's the shotgun. Go, go.

We have to get back in there.

Mikey, get off!

Get off! Y'all get the fuck off.

It was just... I was just... Ah!

Don't you fucking move.

[screams]

Wait, are you arresting me?

[Grable]: Yes, I am.

- You're arresting me? Fucker! Fuck off!

You're not arresting me, motherfuckers!

Get that thing off me, Mike.

Hey, Jimmy! You fucked me!

- I'm sorry! [Tony]: You fucked me.

- Mr. Martz, can you give us any details at all?

- The hostage is out, he's safe. - What happened?

[Martz]: Uh... They went into the command post,

negotiated, and released Mr. Hall.

[reporter 1]: Who removed the wire? Where's Tony?

I really don't know.

And I really don't give a shit.

He fired into the air to prove some kind of point.

Richard Hall is alive.

- Mr. Martz, any more comments about his whereabouts?

[reporter 2]: Can you give us something?

[Linda]: Is Tony alive?

[reporters shouting]

[reporter 3]: There he is! [reporter 4]: Richard! Richard!

Excuse me! Richard, please!

[dramatic music]

[♪ Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head ♪ by B.J. Thomas]

♪ Raindrops keep falling On my head ♪

♪ And just like the guy

♪ Whose feet Are too big for his bed ♪

♪ Nothing seems to fit

♪ Those raindrops are falling On my head ♪

♪ They keep falling

[Richard]: Thank you.

♪ So I just did me

♪ Some talking to the sun

♪ And I said I didn't like the way... ♪

[priest]: He shall be clean.

Wash him, and he'll be white as snow.

Purge him with hyssop

and he shall be clean.

Wash him, and he'll be white as snow.

♪ But there's one thing

♪ I know

♪ The blues They send to meet me ♪

♪ Won't defeat me

♪ It won't be long

♪ Till happiness steps up

♪ To greet me

♪ Raindrops keep falling On my head ♪

♪ But that doesn't mean

♪ My eyes will soon Be turning red... ♪♪

[dramatic music]

- [Jimmy]: I'm sorry, Tony! - Cheap shot.

- I'm sorry! - Talking like a cheap shot.

Fuck you, Gallagher.

You fucked it up.

Fuck, fuck off!

Dammit... What?

- Thank you for keeping him alive, Tony.

I hope you find peace.

Who the fuck are you?

Where's Mr. Temple? Gallagher!

What about my immunity? Huh?

False fucking promise, you sons of bitches!

Where are we going?

Where are we going?

[soft music]

[news anchor]: We have breaking news.

Any minute now, Judge Michael Dugan

will call the jury to announce the verdict

in the Tony Kiritsis kidnapping trial.

How do I look, Johnny?

- [cameraman]: Sexy, baby. - Thank you.

[sighs]

[judge]: You'll pass those verdicts to the bailiff, please.

[man coughing]

Please rise, sir.

[Tony]: We're fine. It's fine.

Face the bench, sir.

[jury foreman]: We, the jury,

find the defendant, Anthony G. Kiritsis...

not guilty by reason of insanity.

[Tony]: Yes!

[sighs and laughs]

[Tony]: Jimmy! [laughs]

I knew it! I knew it!

[Tony]: Come here, baby.

[Jimmy]: Can't keep a good man down.

[♪ I've Seen All Good People by Yes]

I've got to say one thing.

I've just got to say one thing.

[judge]: Quiet. [gavel bangs]

- I'm, I'm, I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Sorry.

[judge]: We are still in session.

[Linda mouthing words] [cameraman]: Hey!

[Linda]: Uh, Mr. Kiritsis, how are you feeling?

- Hi, Linda. How are you doing? [Linda]: I'm good.

You're good? [Tony]: Yes.

Just get him, just get him.

Tony, did you think they'd find you guilty?

I, I, I did not.

But, but I'm not crazy.

- Mr. Hall, how are you and your family

responding to the news of this verdict?

- It's a sad day for justice and, uh, Meridian Mortgage.

You know, a company which is run

respectfully and devoutly

and will continue to maintain and uphold the...

[sighs]

...the values of the great state of Indiana,

even if this verdict does not.

Uh, ahem. Thank you.

[clears throat]

That was Richard Hall,

the president of Meridian Mortgage

and the man taken hostage by Tony Kiritsis,

who was just found not guilty by reason of insanity.

[reporters shouting]

♪ Yourself

♪ 'Cause it's time, it's time In time with your time... ♪

[shouting and cheering]

[Linda]: As you can hear, sympathies have been torn

across this city as a result of this case,

and now even further

by this truly remarkable verdict.

I'm Linda Page

reporting to you live

from Marion County Supreme Court.

- Back to you. - Chop it up and put it to air.

Prime time.

[excited chatter]

[cheering]

♪ Move on back two squares ♪

♪ Send an instant karma To me ♪

♪ Initial it With loving care ♪

♪ Don't surround

♪ Yourself

What a shit show.

♪ In time with your time

♪ And its news

♪ Is captured

♪ For the queen to use

♪ Do-do, do-do Do-do, do-do ♪

♪ Do-do, do-do, do-do

♪ Do-do, do-do Do-do, do-do ♪

♪ Do-do, do-do, do-do ♪♪

[gentle music]

[Fred]: Richard Hall and Tony didn't

see each other much after that.

Except there was that one time.

[chuckles]

It was in this, uh, little market...

on Earl Street

where Richard bought muffins

because they carried the sugar-frees.

[Tony]: No, no, not that one. That one.

Not that one. This one right here.

The one I pointed at. That's the one I want.

Yeah, baby. That one.

[coins jingling]

Keep the change. Have a good day.

[Richard]: Thank you.

[door slams]

[Fred]: They saw each other, but, uh...

they didn't speak.

There was not much more to say.

[♪ The Revolution Will Not Be Televised ♪ by Gil Scott-Heron]

♪ You will not be able To stay home, brother ♪

♪ You will not be able To plug in ♪

♪ Turn on and cop out

♪ You will not be able To lose yourself on skag ♪

♪ And skip out for beer During commercials ♪

♪ Because the revolution Will not be televised ♪

♪ The revolution Will not be televised ♪

♪ The revolution will not Be brought to you ♪

♪ By Xerox in four parts

♪ Without commercial Interruptions ♪

♪ The revolution will not Show you pictures ♪

♪ Of Nixon blowing a bugle

♪ And leading a charge By John Mitchell ♪

♪ General Abrams And Spiro Agnew ♪

♪ To eat hog maws confiscated From a Harlem sanctuary ♪

♪ The revolution Will not be televised ♪

♪ The revolution will not Be brought to you ♪

♪ By the Schaefer Award Theatre ♪

♪ Will not star Natalie Woods And Steve McQueen ♪

♪ Or Bullwinkle and Julia

♪ The revolution will not Give your mouth sex appeal ♪

♪ The revolution will not Get rid of the nubs ♪

♪ The revolution will not Make you look thinner ♪

♪ Because the revolution Will not be televised ♪

♪ There will be no pictures Of you and Willie Mae ♪

♪ Pushing that shopping cart Down the block ♪

♪ Or trying to slide That color TV ♪

♪ Into a stolen ambulance

♪ NBC will not be able To predict the winner ♪

♪ At 8:32 on report From 29 districts ♪

♪ The revolution Will not be televised ♪

♪ There will be no pictures

♪ Of pigs Shooting down brothers ♪

♪ On the instant replay

[indistinct chatter]

♪ No pictures Of Whitney Young ♪

♪ Being run out Of Harlem on a rail ♪

♪ With a brand-new process

♪ No slow motion or Still lifes of Roy Wilkins ♪

♪ Strolling through Watts

♪ In a red, black and green Liberation jumpsuit ♪

♪ That he has been saving For just the proper occasion ♪

♪ Green Acres Beverly Hillbillies ♪

♪ And Hooterville Junction

♪ Will no longer Be so damn relevant ♪

♪ And women will not care

♪ If Dick finally Got down with Jane ♪

♪ On Search for Tomorrow

♪ Because Black people will be Looking for a brighter day ♪

♪ The revolution Will not be televised ♪

[indistinct police radio chatter]

♪ No highlights On the 11 o'clock news ♪

♪ And no pictures of hairy Armed women liberationists ♪

♪ And Jackie Onassis Blowing her nose ♪

♪ The theme song Will not be written ♪

♪ By Jim Webb Or Francis Scott Keys ♪

♪ Nor sung by Glen Campbell Tom Jones, Johnny Cash ♪

♪ Engelbert Humperdinck Or The Rare Earth ♪

♪ The revolution Will not be televised ♪

♪ The revolution Will not be right back ♪

♪ After a message About a white tornado ♪

♪ White lightning Or white people ♪

♪ You will not worry About a dove in your bedroom ♪

♪ The tiger in your tank

♪ Or the giant In your toilet bowl ♪

♪ The revolution Will not go better with Coke ♪

[inaudible]

♪ The revolution will put you In the driver's seat ♪

♪ The revolution Will not be televised ♪

♪ Will not be televised Will not be televised ♪

♪ The revolution will be No reruns, brothers ♪

♪ The revolution Will be live ♪

- Waiting on that settlement. Waiting on that...

Waiting on that $5 million that I just stole.

[man]: Pardon me. [indistinct]

[Tony]: We ought to have some more water.

- Here, Dicky. - I'm on the job.

- Give it to Dick. - Here, Dick. Got it?

[camera shutters clicking]

- If you don't get out in front of them goddamn cameras,

you're not gonna be in any more of my shows.

- I'm upstaging you. Sorry. - You know that?

Sorry. Sorry.

You're doing a single. My fault.

[gentle music playing]

[Grable]: What a shit show.