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MALE ANNOUNCER: Previously onThe Kill Point.

WOLF: This is a bank robbery.

Just follow these simple instructions,

and we can all walk out of here, safe and sound.

[ gunshots ]

Fall back!

This is now a hostage situation.

Give me the wallet, throw it down.

Right there. What do you have?

What do you have?

Who is this?

Captain Horst Cali.

I'’m Wolf.

This thing either ends with us free or dead.

- Chief Abrami? - Make contact.

We'’ll distract them.

[ alarm going off ]

Man down.

I want a flak jacket

for every soldier.

And I want the son of every senator who voted yes

to sign up for active duty.

Don'’t ever breach again.

You know what'’s at stake. And I know how to play.

MAN: Ask another question

and I will shatter your face.

HORST: You kill a hostage,

negotiations are over.

REPORTER: Real estate magnate

Alan Beck is indeed at the scene.

His daughter Ashley is one of the hostages.

She just became our most valuable commodity.

ROBBY: If we lose the power,

you will not be able to contact him.

Kill the electric now!

I give you exactly one hour

to give me electricity back,

or I kill a hostage.

Me and Henry know we'’re the assassins.

Mr. Wolf, choose me.

Special agent Kerry Southwell

died a couple of hours ago.

They'’re bringing someone in from Washington.

As of now, you'’re a secondary negotiator.

Follow these instructions.

If you don'’t, your daughter and my son

will not make it out of the bank alive.

I'’m a negotiator.

You'’re a secondary negotiator.

In consultant capacity.

Platoon 1013 back in action.

Let'’s get our boys home.

FEMALE REPORTER: If you are just joining us,

we'’re approaching 18 hours

here at Market Square as bank robbers continue

to hold a group of hostages inside.

And we'’ve recently noticed

a heavy presence of FBI on scene

as they appear to be getting more involved

after the death of agent Kerry Southwell.

Keep it here to News 14

as we continue to bring you live coverage.

[ suspenseful music ]

So let'’s negotiate.

Save me and she'’s free.

All right, go ahead. Go ahead and send it.

Bet you Beck already made the appropriate changes by now.

What do you wanna do?

I wanna put some heat on the FBI.

What, man?

Wh--

What-- what did I do?

What'’s that, sir?

What?

[ groaning ]

Rabbit! Rabbit!

[ punching and screaming ]

Okay, hey.

Hey, come on, man. Snap out of it.

Come on, man. Snap out of it, come on.

Look at me. It'’s Jake. Piggy, Mr. Pig.

Yo, yo, yo. It'’s all right.

I got it, I got it. Look at me. You'’re all right.

You see that, Johnny boy?

That little shake, slight tremble...

Too much sodium in the blood.

Not enough oxygen to the brain.

Toxins, maladies, emotions...

biology.

Two words that never stand side by side

in my world, Johnny boy, and that'’s second and chance.

You lose balance, you lose lives.

And last but not least,

hormones.

Oh, yes, Johnny boy

testosterone is a killer.

One voluptuous full-moon bubble ass on an African queen...

can shake this entire world.

Mike.

Collect everything we have on the H.T.s.

Tonray, I need a copy of the Sabian debrief

for agent Ash, please.

I'’d like to get her up to speed immediately.

Also get me a new set of headphones

before we talk to Wolf again.

Uh, ear bud or over ear?

So... Five confirmed H.T.s,

ID'’d by the two released hostages.

We'’re gathering intel on them now.

This is the leader, Sergeant Jake Mendez,

aka Mr. Wolf.

He'’s the man who's calling the shots inside.

The man I'’ve been talking to.

We have a psych profile on him yet?

We do.

However, it'’s all over the map.

He'’s a psychopath and a saint.

His profile, and his military record

tell me nothing about the man I'’ve been dealing with.

I think I should talk to him cold.

No introductions.

That may throw things off-kilter.

That'’s okay.

I don'’t want to give this guy any options.

- Let'’s keep him guessing. - Well.

We'’ll see how he responds.

Super.

I think we'’re in pretty good shape here.

Now, I may lean on you a bit.

Especially in the next few hours.

Lean all you want.

I intend to be here

until everyone is out of that bank safely.

Hmm.

Captain Cali, this is...

An awkward situation.

You'’re considered to be one of the best at what you do,

and if I were in your shoes, I'’d be pissed.

But I'’m here to resolve this as quickly as possible,

and I'’m really glad you'’re here to help me,

but I don'’t wanna have to explain the way I do things.

[ sighs ]

Agent Ash...

Yeah.

I think it'’s important that I tell you

that I believe Wolf can be talked down.

If we keep humanizing the hostages,

preying on his emotions,

I really believe we can extract one at a time.

Okay, I'’ll keep that in mind, Captain, thank you.

Now I'’m just gonna schedule a meeting with my team,

and then we'’ll make the call to... Wolf.

And I talked to my guys at green tree.

They were able to track down Teddy Sabian'’s boy's teacher.

Turns out the kid'’s a genius.

Some sort of computer prodigy.

[ Cat grunting ]

You'’re getting my bill when we get out of here.

A new tattoo.

Wow, look at that.

You should have never gone into the military, man.

You should have gone to art school.

Look at this shit.

It'’s good.

Don'’t look at me that way, man.

All right? It makes me feel pathetic.

It'’s infected.

Goddamn FBI.

Oh, it doesn'’t surprise me.

Mayor, media, Beck.

CONNIE: It'’s a lethal combination.

HORST: A lot of bureaucratic bullshit.

Look at that ass.

What?

What'’s wrong with her ass?

She'’s got a man's ass!

I bet every nickel I'’ve got, she was a shit'’s toss

from being a man.

God was indecisive when he made her.

Flip-flopping...

At the last second he just said,

"Nah, give her some jugs, made too many boys today."

Why the hell would Wolf release him?

Why not a child? Why not a woman?

Yeah, I hear you.

He gains nothing making that move.

Or does he? He holds the man'’s son.

He can hold that over his head.

But why would he need leverage on Teddy Sabian?

Because his son is a computer whiz.

Tonray,

find out if our communication block is still up.

Got it.

You think he'’s using that?

I don'’t know.

DEKE: Cops on site?

DERZIUS: South side, couple dozen,

not counting SWAT in the pit,

and however many more there are

in the interior of the surrounding buildings.

Entry points?

The obvious ones are locked.

There'’s a half dozen or so sewer drops,

all in the line of sight.

All right, Derz, keep working schematics.

Meantime, let'’s spread out,

find a nice high vantage, set up shop.

Need a direct line into the bank,

but we need to drop a little... Out of the mix.

Watch mine.

I don'’t like rabbits.

Ever since I was a kid.

I didn'’t like the Easter Bunny.

I hated Bugs Bunny.

I thought he was queer.

No offense, Bernard.

Or that Energizer bunny,

beating that shitty bass drum over and over.

I add that rabbit to my expanding list.

I guarantee you...

That whacked rabbit bastard is gonna snap again and again,

until one of us is done.

What can we do?

We need to talk to that lawyer about his gun.

And then we need to talk to her.

I like watching you sleep.

You say that to all the girls?

You get anything yet, kid?

No, nothing yet.

WOLF: What'’s wrong?

It'’s my birthday.

Don'’t tell me you were supposed

to have a birthday party today, man.

ROBBY: Yeah.

WOLF: Oh, man, I'’m sorry.

I'’m sorry I can't let you go out, man.

I'’m sorry you're gonna have to miss the party.

I can'’t.

It'’s okay.

It was gonna be lame anyway.

Now, don'’t put yourself down like that.

Don'’t do that, man.

My dad'’s throwing me a pool party, okay?

Now, how we even have a pool in the first place

is a mystery.

It'’s one of those, like, cheap aboveground pools.

Yeah.

We just kind of float around like bobbers.

Plus I'’ve been a "shirtie" forever.

A "shirtie"? What'’s that?

You know, I wear my shirt in the pool.

To-- to cover--

my man cans.

[ laughing ]

This kid'’s crazy.

ROBBY: Yeah, I'’ve got four friends too,

and they'’re all dudes.

I'’m having a female free birthday party,

and that'’s just really depressing.

WOLF: It is depressing man,

but you know what, I'’ll tell you?

I was a shirtie too.

I wore my t-shirt into the pool just like you.

Yeah, right.

Dude, I swear to God.

I was a tubby kid. Husky.

And I had it worse than you, man.

I had a shitty hair cut,

I had coke bottle glasses.

It sucks.

Yeah, it sucked.

[ phone ringing ]

[ beeping ]

[ phone ringing ]

What kind of cake do you want?

- Cake? - Yeah.

I don'’t know. Doesn'’t really matter.

I like all kinds.

You know, actually,

I don'’t like meringue.

I'’m not exactly sure what that is.

Nobody does.

Hey, cap. I want a cake ASAP.

Game'’s changed a bit, Sergeant Mendez.

WOLF: Very interesting.

Who may I ask is calling?

This is agent Ash with the FBI.

You'’re gonna be speaking to me from now on.

- FBI - How do you do?

WOLF: I do good.

I do real good, but you know what?

I'’m not good at breaking in new shoes,

if you get my meaning.

It'’s too uncomfortable, the chafing,

the blisters are a bitch,

and besides that, I don'’t wear heels,

you get my meaning?

LORNA: Noted.

But we find ourselves in a situation

where you don'’t have very many choices.

[ clearing his throat ] Where is the other guy?

I had an understanding with him, I had a rapport.

Can I get him back, please?

Not possible.

WOLF: You know, in these circumstances

anything is possible, where is he?

Reassigned.

I'’m here to help you, Sergeant Mendez.

I really am.

Yeah? You wanna help me?

You wanna help me? Get me a goddamn cake.

That'’s how you can help me.

Unfortunately, that'’s not the way

this is gonna work.

WOLF: You know what'’s on people'’s minds

when they yell "surprise"

at your 40th birthday, or--

or you'’re giving your wedding vows,

you know what people are thinking?

I'’ll tell you what they'’re thinking.

They'’re thinking, "How good is that cake?

And how big a piece am I gonna get?"

That'’s what they're thinking.

You get dressed up, you bring a gift,

and you do the whole song and dance,

you know what you end up with?

You end up with an empty plate,

and a fork full of frosting.

That'’s what you end up with.

This is a waste of time, sergeant.

Now I need you to listen to me.

WOLF: Ash, Ash, I want a cake, okay?

A big-ass cake, all right?

I want healthy portions for everybody.

Marble, chocolate, I don'’t care.

Are you done?

Yeah, for now.

'’Cause I think I made my point, didn'’t I?

Good.

Because Captain Cali and I

operate a little bit differently.

You see, I'’m not a DJ.

I don'’t take requests.

And your demands mean nothing to me.

If I wanna give you something, then it'’s gonna be

on my terms, and right now

I want you to send Ashley Beck out the front door.

If you don'’t, all negotiations are gonna stop immediately.

I'’m going to take away your food,

your medicine and everything else that makes you comfortable.

Are we clear on this?

Did I say no meringue?

'’Cause if I didn't, I don'’t want meringue.

'’Cause if I see meringue,

I'’m sending it back to the baker, you got that?

That was bitchy.

What the hell was that?

I was taking his blue chip away.

Getting the power back on--

You just flagged his blue chip.

You think he'’s gonna send Ashley Beck

out the door now?

If the man wants a cake, you give him a cake!

Captain Cali,

under no circumstances does the FBI

negotiate with terrorists.

You never negotiate?

Then why are we here?

Can I talk to you, please?

You know, Christ, I was really

trying to avoid the whole obvious butting of heads thing,

but look, for all intensive purposes,

your job here is done,

and regardless of what you think of me,

I know men like Mendez.

He thrives in climatic situations.

You take away his power, you highlight his weaknesses.

That'’s what you do. Now, you didn'’t do that.

In fact, you did the opposite of that.

I didn'’t campaign for this job. I was requested.

So let me do what I do,

'’cause I am very good at it.

We done?

Actually we'’re not.

First of all, there'’s nothing intensive about a purpose.

I also think you meant to say "climactic,"

unless of course, you think Mr. Wolf thrives

in meteorological situations,

in which case,

"climatic" would be an appropriate choice of words.

And this is what you care about, my grammar?

I'’m talking about the fact

that I am not buying your bullshit.

So now for all intents and purposes,

we'’re done.

Tonray said the communication block is fine.

Good.

But that... That is not good.

No.

Tonray.

Get me a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, please.

I wanna talk to Teddy Sabian.

Why?

We can'’t communicate with Wolf,

but we can continue to work him.

Something'’s up with Teddy Sabian.

We'’re gonna find out what it is.

[ phone vibrating ]

Jimmy, you know, when Ashley was a little girl,

she used to come in our room and jump on the bed

until Nancy and I woke up,

I must have told her 100 times to be careful.

You'’d think she'd listen to me.

So she ran in one day,

and she starts jumping on the bed as usual.

The ceiling fan catches her right in the back of the head.

I mean, she was all right,

she just got a couple of stitches, that'’s all.

Couple of days go by,

she comes back into the room again,

she jumps up on the bed and she says to me,

"Daddy...

You'’d better take that ceiling fan down."

That'’s my daughter.

DEKE: Derz, Stan, we'’re in.

What'’s your 20?

Just wrapping up down here.

How'’s that new office space?

DEKE: Safe and sound, baby.

We have a very nice view.

And if she stays in there too long,

she'’s gonna try something.

I want you to get me clearance into command.

I want to get in there first hand,

and see how the FBI is playing this thing.

Okay.

But, Alan--

I think it'’s time we took matters into our own hands.

Let'’s handle it how we know how.

All right.

Do it.

I can'’t believe we got taken off the perimeter.

We got to talk to Lou.

We gotta get back into the pit.

The only interesting thing to do with this post

is scratch my rocks.

There'’s nothing more satisfying

than isolating that itch

in between your thumb and your forefinger

and just giving it the old pinch and roll,

you know what I mean?

That'’s dangerous.

I drew blood once using that technique.

Gotta try the "flip and drag" sometime.

Utilize the back of the nail.

Gently brush the back.

This won'’t take long, Mr. Sabian.

We forgot to cross a few T'’s, dot a few "I"s.

Where are we?

I mean, what are we doing up here?

[ sighs ]

This is uh...

This is where I like to come,

clear my head.

Where I sit with my thoughts.

Try and figure out how I'’m gonna get your son

out of that bank down there.

You know what I need from you

in order to accomplish that.

I need you to trust me, Teddy.

It'’s not an easy thing, trust.

It'’s one of those...

Intangibles in life that so often betrays us.

I won'’t betray your trust, Teddy.

I'’m gonna get your son out of that bank safely.

I don'’t give my word often.

But I'’m giving it to you now.

All I need is for you to trust me.

Connie.

Look, I'’ve--

I'’ve asked Tonray twice now for intel updates.

He'’s falling way behind.

Could you please deliver this message to him?

You can come this way.

[ inaudible ]

My greatest concern...

You know you make me nervous

when you do that thing with your face.

What was that about?

Alan Beck.

Despite everything that'’s going on,

he takes the time to shake every hand in this building,

except for one,

Teddy Sabian, that'’s right, why?

I'’ll tell you why.

'’Cause that little farce of an introduction,

that wasn'’t their first meeting.

[ suspenseful music ]

What are they doing? What are they doing?

Loudspeakers, cap. FBI ordered them.

That was not my call.

You may want to go over there, and talk to Ash about it.

You know what?

I'’m gonna do just that.

[ clearing his throat ] Excuse me.

What'’s with the sound system?

You know it is becoming very time-consuming

having to explain myself to the consultant.

- Really? - Careful, Cali.

I'’m being careful, sir.

Just curious. Okay, so-- what?

You'’re gonna make some noise?

Is that how you plan on saving lives?

You know, Mr. Beck,

you may wanna pay attention to this, sir,

you have a lot at stake here.

Cali, I gave you fair warning.

Duly noted, sir.

Yes, we'’re gonna make some noise, captain.

I also ordered the A/C to be up on full blast,

it'’s gonna be 30 degrees in that bank.

It'’s called psychological warfare.

You'’ve heard of it?

Yeah, they spent winters in Fallujah

with bombs going off as they slept.

That'’s noise. That'’s cold.

What do you think they'’re gonna do?

Think you'’re gonna break them down

by playing music over a stereo system

and turn on a fan, and that'’s gonna break these guys down?

- Is that what you think? - We need to talk.

- Excuse us. - You know, try country music.

'’Cause that's usually enough to make me

wanna blow my goddamn brains all over the sidewalk.

What?

You stop talking for once, and listen.

You said it,

bureaucratic bullshit'’s the reason you'’re in this spot.

Well, bureaucratic bullshit

may be even more dangerous than them H.T.s.

But you want them hostages out?

You need to swallow your pride

and play this one straight.

Okay.

Don'’t even come back at me.

You are not in a position

to buck the system right now,

because it is bucking you back.

Now, come on.

Okay.

[ suspenseful music ]

Leroy.

It'’s time to talk.

About what?

Your gun.

If we can get the one you stashed,

and then get our hands on his gun,

we got this side of the bank covered.

How are you gonna get it?

I'’ve been working the electrical in the bank this week.

There is a spot in the men'’s bathroom

that I can get to.

Send this place in the black

for as long as we need.

Okay, so...

We got this side covered.

But what about over there?

We'’re gonna hire the rich kid.

She can get Piggy under her thumb.

Hopefully she'’s telepathic.

I got a way to communicate with her.

[ clattering ]

[ whispering ] Hey.

How did he get your dad'’s email?

Is he gonna get you out?

They'’re not gonna let me go.

Relax.

PIGGY: Psst.

[ whispering ] Are you ladies talking about me?

And what if we were, Mister Pig?

I don'’t know.

Hey, Mister Piggy, do me a favor, man.

Can you go get the manager guy?

Bring him over here to the thermostat

on the double, thank you.

Come on, come on, come on.

FBI broad must have jacked up the A/C in here.

Any response yet?

No, nothing yet, man.

What do you think is going on?

Cap, help me send a message.

You wanna write a message?

- Yeah. Can you set it up? - Go ahead.

It'’s up as high as it'’ll go.

Right.

But the compressor'’s up on the roof--

Do I want to have a conversation with you?

Just fix it.

Come on. It'’s your bank. What...

Jesus, what is wrong with you?

Oh, hey, hey Mister Wolf,

you don'’t have to fight the cops about my cake, dude.

You have enough on your plate, man.

Hey, man.

If I say I'’m gonna make something happen,

I make it happen, all right?

Let'’s just see if--

CAT: Sarge?

I gotta-- I just gotta ask you,

what is it with this cake thing?

I got my reasons, man.

But sergeant, I mean,

we shouldn'’t be playing with the FBI--

I know what I'’m doing, man.

What are you gonna question me for?

[ loud piercing noise ]

[ phone ringing ]

[ clears throat ]

Where'’s Ashley Beck, Sergeant?

WOLF: What?

Candy, I can'’t hear you.

I'’m in this freakin' club.

Hey, look.

I'’m looking for a post-op tranny.

The bigger, the better, baby.

I'’m looking for soft in the south,

and chiseled on top, okay?

Square jaw, Adam'’s apple is all good, baby.

But if I see any sign of a Johnny,

I'’m gonna ship the she-whore back to you

in a pine box, you got that?

Sergeant, this isn'’t a game.

WOLF: Oh, shit.

I thought you were Candy,

my he-whore merchant, sorry.

[ phone ringing ]

[ clears throat ]

Yeah.

Oye, mira papi chulo,

I want three pies on the fly, mad fast.

You got that?

One traditional, one white with asparagus.

Yeah, and throw in the clam with the, uh, garlic.

Yeah, I know, I'’m gonna get ass flames,

but you know, it'’s good going down, ain'’t it?

Huh?

Oh, hey, sorry. Wrong number.

[ tone ]

[ phone ringing ]

Kill the sound.

[ phone keeps ringing ]

I'’ll be right back.

Where the hell are you going?

[ suspenseful music ]

Our guy'’s in place.

[ beeping ]

It'’s on! It'’s on!

He took the bait!

Come on, come on. Get up, queen bee.

Come on.

Time to earn your keep.

Hold it right there, sweetie pie.

[ phone ringing ]

[ beeping ]

Ashley Beck, sergeant.

WOLF: Keep your eye on the door.

We'’re coming out.

Sh--

Let'’s go.

[ phone vibrating ]

All teams ready.

Wolf'’s coming out of the bank.

All right, line up and hold.

A low show and tell.

Breathe easy.

[ dramatic music ]

DEKE: Who'’s this guy?

Fellows, we have a problem.

Sniper on a rooftop.

He'’s not a cop. This is a pro.

Shit. Where?

Where is he?

DEKE: 2282 Penn Ave. Move. Move!

[ radio chatter ]

Shit.

Sarge is outside the bank.

[ whispering ] What the hell is this man doing?

[ dramatic music ]

[ groaning ]

[ crying ]

[ whispering ] Run, baby.

Come on.

Who'’s firing? Who'’s firing?

Go! Go!

They shot me!

[ whispering ] Run, baby.

[ crying ]

Run.

[ crying ] Please stop!

Stop, please!

Wait!

[ crying ] Please!

Jesus Christ!

They shot me!

[ groaning ]

ASHLEY: Stop, please!

Please!

Come on, boys. Get him.

[ grunting ]

The sniper'’s... Incapacitated.

Something funky going on here.

They don'’t give a shit about the rest of us!

Another inch and I'’m dead.

An inch!

That was not cool.

We could have been killed.

I'’m sorry. I'’m sorry, come on.

I'’m not gonna let you get hurt.

I'’m not gonna let anything happen to you.

I need confirmation on all points.

Who fired?

We'’re gathering that information.

But it wasn'’t my team.

It was a couple of blocks deep,

and whoever fired used a silencer,

so there'’s no--

Just find out who fired.

You know, your incompetence

could have cost that girl her life.

Are you serious?

Agent Ash, I think your point has been made.

I decide when my point'’s been made.

Not on my watch.

Why would SWAT do that?

Why would they risk these other people?

It wasn'’t SWAT. It was Beck.

You gotta respect the man

who sees a way out for his daughter,

and takes it.

No matter what the repercussions.

ROBBY: Hey, Mister Wolf.

I would have done exactly the same thing.

ROBBY: You better come see this.

We'’re getting bombarded.

[ beeping ]

We'’re getting overrun by messages. I think it'’s Beck.

[ beeping ]

You'’ve got a problem.

Yeah, I realize that.

A new problem.

Word'’s out that you've only been willing to negotiate

for Ashley Beck'’s release.

Where is that information coming from?

That'’s a hell of a lot less important

than the fact it'’s a feature

on every live feed right now.

I am not taking the shaft for this.

[ sighing ]

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire.

Wolf!

[ footsteps approaching ]

[ keys clanking ]

Don'’t shoot me.

So what, you come bearing gifts now?

No gifts.

Just the best part of the party.

Before we light the candles,

I think you know what I need from you.

All right.

Hey, Henry!

Come on, you'’re going home.

Come on!

Come on, get up, man!

I'’ll see you soon, Rocko.

It'’s been a pleasure being a part of your tribe.

The pleasure was mine, my friend.

Come on, fellas, come on.

Let'’s go. Come on, Henry.

How about that, huh, buddy-boy?

And no meringue, right?

No meringue.

Good, man. And you know what?

I'’m not talking to that FBI bitch anymore.

I'’ll only talk to you. You got that?

It'’s not exactly my call, but I'’m working on it.

You do that.

HORST: All right.

[ people cheering and clapping ]

Whoa! Nice!

Let'’s get this man some medical attention!

[ phone ringing ]

[ beeping ]

Mister Wolf.

I apologize.

That shot was not ordered by our guys.

WOLF: Just shut up!

All right? Just shut up!

'’Cause I'm gonna start shooting, okay?

If I ever hear your voice

on the other end of this line again,

it'’s gonna cost people's lives.

You ever pick up this phone again,

I'’m gonna put blood on your hands,

you got that?

I only speak to Cali and Cali alone!

[ clears his throat ]

Crazy son-of-a-bitch.

I knew you wouldn'’t listen to my ass.

How is she taking it?

I'’m hoping for tears.

Let'’s see if Abrami has the balls

to push it through.

We reopened negotiations.

You gonna explain this?

I did a few months at Rikers

a couple of years back.

We didn'’t exactly have email in the joint.

During lockdown,

we used to have to find other ways to communicate.

So happy birthday, handsome.

How '’bout that?

- Happy birthday, Robby. - All right.

That'’s it, champ.

[ indistinct talking ]

Thank you.

WOMAN: Happy birthday, Robby.

WOLF: That'’s it, champ.

Why are they singing "happy birthday" out there?

It'’s somebody's birthday, I guess.

When'’s yours?

What? You don'’t want to tell me?

It'’s kind of the deal.

You know, stay strangers.

Bang at work. You know, simple.

We'’ve pissed in front of each other.

I think it'’s safe for you to tell me

when you were born.

[ sighs ]

April 25th.

June 27th.

WOMAN: This looks so good.

MAN: Yeah, cause we'’re hungry as hell.

What, do I like look like a buffet to you, like a caterer?

WOMAN: You'’re welcome.

WOLF: What did you wish for, man?

Ah, you little perv.

I know exactly what you'’re wishing for.

Who'’s got the knife?

WOMAN: Can I have the rice?

WOLF: Who wished for meatloaf?

MAN: Hey, meatloaf is cool.

ROBBY: Can I cut it?

WOMAN: He'’s got to cut the first piece.

WOLF: Yeah, go ahead.

Cut the first piece, like it'’s a wedding cake.

Don'’t cut it for real,

you, bozo.

MAN: Jerk. Jerk-off, jag-off.

WOLF: Fake it, man.

Fake it.

All right, I want it small-- got it.

WOLF: We'’re having cake.

WOMAN: This looks really good.

[ sighing ]

I'’m a big fisher.

I love to fish.

Freshwater mostly.

Bass, trout.

It'’s my favorite pastime.

I love it.

Usually, my days off I load up a cooler,

pack up some beer, get a good book,

or some music, and just head out of the city,

clear my head.

Anyway...

That'’s me in a nutshell.

There...

I broke the seal.

[ laughter ]

And this... Is your piece.

Come on, everybody wants cake.

WOMAN: Thank you.

So who'’s birthday did you miss?

My son'’s.

Many times.

Especially when I was over there.

You know they always say

good soldiers make bad civilians.

Well, he probably missed yours too, right?

Yeah.

Thanks.

[ indistinct talking ]

Oh, Cass.

[ distant radio interference ]

MAN: I just want to go home.

[ gunshot ]

[ woman screaming ]

ANNOUNCER: Next onThe Kill Point .

[ woman screaming ]

Man, your propensity for violence,

that'’s what's getting you in trouble, isn'’t it?

- It'’s not about me. - No, it is about you, man.

It'’s completely about you, and you know that.

My daughter is in that bank.

ALAN BECK: I need you to find someone

who can have an influence on that situation.

That girl was an acceptable casualty.

We'’re going in.

LOU: Prep for full tactical breach.

CALI: I want two!

WOLF: You get two because I say so.

Hey, Beck, I'’m getting impatient over here.

BECK: There'’ll be a knock in the vent.

The same spot the SWAT team entered once before.

It'’s morse code. Can you see what it'’s saying?

MAN: It'’s 1013. Deke is out there.

I found a way to get our boys out.