All language subtitles for Tuesdays Dead

Stupid analog,
piece-of-crap machine.

All right!

This is drunken-dog style.
If I'd have done that for real,

you'd be paralyzed.

RAY: Right this way.

On Ray Carling's birthday,
let the scotch flow free

and let no hooker spend
the night in holding. Yes.

(HOOKERS CHEERING)

I thought we were having
carrot cake and root beer.

Yeah, well, Sizable
Ted brought in a fifth,

the boys downstairs, they sent up a keg.
I mean, what was I gonna do? Come on.

No one's minding the store, Ray,
and you're taking pictures of your penis?

Relax, dipstick. The
1-1-4 is covering for us.

That leaves us free
to drink, to make merry

and to take this midnight
train to those hot pants.

HOOKER: Give me that.

(SAM SIGHS)

Hey! COP 2: Easy.

This is insanity.

RABBI LEVY: You have to
stop, or I'm filing a complaint.

No, no, it's too loud. Too
loud. Keep the noise down.

(ANNIE SIGHS)

Rabbi Levy just filed a
complaint of excessive noise,

lewdness and public
indecency, all against us.

We got off easy.

So, why aren't you
joining the party?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe because
the only women partying are hookers.

(WOMAN SQUEALING)

What's your excuse?
RAY: Who's thirsty?

Oh, maybe 'cause all
the men partying are tools.

Tools? I like that.

Like a monkey wrench
in my happiness.

I can't believe I have to cover
the desk on this, of all nights.

Sucks to be you.

After I pop this little baby
in a case file, I am done.

Thanks, buddy.

You know what? Just for tonight,
if you'll be a hooker, I'll be a tool.

(WE'RE AN AMERICAN
BAND PLAYING ON STEREO)

(SINGING ALONG) ♪
We're an American band

♪ We're an American band

Ow!

♪ We're coming to your town
We'll help you party it down

♪ We're an American band

♪ We're an American band

Oh, my God! I
think they like you.

Well, they're gonna love me
after these futuristic dance moves.

Check it out.

♪ We're an American band

Spaceman!

Spaceman! Spaceman! Spaceman!

Spaceman! Spaceman! Spaceman!

Spaceman! Spaceman! Spaceman!

Spaceman! Spaceman! Spaceman!

Spaceman! Spaceman! Spaceman!

Spaceman! Spaceman! Spaceman!

♪ We're an American band

(CRASHING)

RAY: Spaceman!

(BOTTLES CLINKING)

Who's bad?

(ALL CHEERING)

♪ We're an American band ♪

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(SNORING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

1-2-5 squad.

ROSE: Sam?

Sammy, can you hear me?

This is Detective
Tyler. Who's this?

I know you can't hear me, Sammy,
but I want you to know I'm here.

Mom?

The doctors have
tried everything.

They say they can't bring you
back. They say you're gone.

No, no, I'm not
gone. I'm right here.

I didn't want to believe them.

I wish you could give me a sign,
Sammy, that you're still in there.

A sign? What kind of sign?

I gave my consent.

At 2:00, they're turning
your machine off.

No. No, no, no.

You came into the
world on a Tuesday,

and now you're gonna
leave on a Tuesday.

No. Don't let them do that.
I'm right here. It's Sammy.

I love you so much.
Goodbye, Sam.

What the hell, Tyler?

Up, you degenerates!

We got a hostage crisis
at Memorial Hospital.

Some nut job says he's gonna
start killing people at 2:00.

What? That's what
he's promising,

that somebody dies at 2:00.

Let's put some
hustle on. Come on.

It's gonna be a cockroach
crawl. Chop suey, chop suey.

I smell a body count.

No.

No one dies today.

No one.

My name is Sam Tyler.

I was in an accident
and I woke up in 1973.

I don't know how
or why I'm here,

but whatever's happened,

it's like I've landed
on a different planet.

Now, maybe if I can
work out the reason,

I can get home.

(SIREN WAILING)

SAM: Police personnel should be wearing
ID badges. How can you tell who's who?

Where the hell's
ESU? I mean ESS?

Cool your toes there,
Spaceman. We're all hungover.

Lieutenant, we
got one armed perp

who entered the hospital
at approximately 0830 hours.

After people evacuated,
he locked all main entries.

We're not sure exactly
where he's holed up.

All this for one schmo?

How many hostages?

Not sure.

The windows are all
one-way or covered.

And we're still interviewing
the main witness.

He had a gun as long as my
arm and the eyes of a sex maniac.

I feared for my life.
Am I gonna be on TV?

All right, sweetheart, you'll
be on Carson soon enough.

But right now you just talk
to us. What did you see?

This guy came in with a shotgun
and grabbed Dr. Schwahn,

he's our psychosurgeon.

I think he knew the doctor.
Then he told us to leave.

What'd he look like?

Thirties, white, big
bohunk of a guy.

His list of demands.

He says he wants a nurse with
surgical experience and an EEG machine.

What is an EEG machine?

It's a specialized machine
that reads brain waves.

The hospital should have one.

He says it'll all
be over at 2:00.

If we go along with his demands,
he'll let go of the hostages then.

I don't care what he wants. I'm
not sending in no civilian nurse.

You could send in me.

I had some medical
training as part of my degree.

It's 9:45.

We have a little over four
hours to resolve the situation.

I will be the
primary negotiator.

Maybe I should take lead, boss.

I've trained officers in the hostage
confrontation program for years.

Nice try. The program
just started this year.

Ray, you'll take over
as commander in chief.

You got to be kidding me. I got
way more experience than him.

My Aunt Tillie's chihuahua
has more experience.

Hey, Spacejerk! I can hear you.

What's wrong with you, Tyler?

All morning, you've been
coming on like a Russian tank.

The other teams know Ray better.

Lieutenant, we're
set up over here.

(SIGHS) All right. Chris, I want to
know what's going on inside that hospital.

I need remote
monitoring methods.

Think outside the
box. Outside the box?

Be clever. I can be clever.

I need you to find out everything
you can about this hostage taker.

You have a psych degree. I
need to know his state of mind.

Sure.

Sam? Yeah?

Is there something else? Um...

I heard from my mother in 2008.

They're gonna pull the plug
on my life support at 2:00.

And why are you on life support?

Apparently, I'm in a coma.

In 2008?

And now the hostage taker's
gonna kill someone at 2:00.

That's not a coincidence.

(INHALING)

What? Your ego.
Your monster ego.

Sam, there are people
in danger in that building,

people on the wrong side
of a crazy person's gun,

and somehow this
is all about you?

My God. There's a connection.

I don't know how or why,

but something really bad is gonna
happen at 2:00, and I have to stop it.

Here's a psych term for you.

Narcissism, the exaggerated
sense of self-importance.

I think you've got
a bad case of it.

I'll do your research for you, but,
and I never thought I'd say this,

I'm glad Ray's
calling the shots.

RAY: All right.

They're setting up a direct
line between us and the hospital.

But in the meantime, got a dime?

Yeah.

Wait. You're just gonna call?

Right now? Are you even prepped?

You're right.

(SIGHING)

You don't need me to tell you
the key is keeping cool and calm.

This is Lieutenant Gene Hunt.

Yeah? Well, if you
don't come out now,

I'll send the hammer of
New York's finest up your pail!

What the hell was that?
You don't antagonize him!

That's the first rule
of hostage negotiation.

That only applies when a
criminal is in his right mind,

which this fruit
loop is clearly not.

He has a beef with the head
doctor. He doesn't want to talk.

For all we know, he's
already killed the hostages.

We hit him quick.
We hit him hard.

Shock and awe.
That's your solution.

Shock and awe. I like that.

Well, we got to keep trying
to communicate. It's protocol.

I've been in five
standoffs alone this year.

Know how many lives
we saved using protocol?

None.

But if you think you can talk
to this twerp, be my guest.

Boss, the chief's on the
radio. He wants an update.

Hey. Hello. This
is Detective Tyler.

What my colleague
meant to say...

You have to do something. You're
running out of time, Sam. 2:00.

(DIAL TONE DRONING)

Sam!

I think I got a good
out-of-the-box option in this box.

It's an EEG machine, just
like the hostage taker asked for.

But we can fit it
with a false back

and put in an electric
candid covert recorder.

It's what they use
on Candid Camera.

And with the transmitter,
we can beam the images out.

Where's the camera
and the transmitter?

That's the one snag. All
that stuff costs 12 grand.

Oh.

I went and asked Ray,
but he just laughed.

And then he called the EMT's
over, and they just laughed.

I got something on Dr. Schwahn.

What is it?

Dr. Schwahn, noted
psychosurgeon,

recently cured a man of
compulsive hand-washing

by removing part of his brain.

That sounds barbaric. I know.

I would've just
removed his hands.

Anyway, less luck
on the hostage taker.

He signed in the hospital
lobby as Michael H.

Okay. Well, that's
something, right?

Except there have been at least 50
Michael H.'s either visit or be admitted

in the last six months.

There are over a hundred
Michael H.'s in the New York area.

There's no time to
check them all out.

It could soon be over anyway.

RAY: Move out!

Oh, crap.

COP 1: Right here! Go!

Come out with your hands up!

MICHAEL: If one cop comes
in, I'm shooting all the hostages!

(GUN FIRING)

Hold your positions!
Hold your positions!

The hostage taker, Michael
H., he knew my name.

He said I had to do something,
but I don't know what.

I know. I'm a self-absorbed,
self-obsessed lunatic,

and you're tired of my
ravings, and I don't blame you.

But I believe I'm in a coma.

Or I'm insane, and I
think I'm in a coma.

I have to get a sign to my loved ones
by 2:00, or I won't make it past today.

Sam, you needing some psychic
sign and saving these hostages

have nothing to
do with each other.

What if they're the same thing,
and I'm not trying hard enough?

Take it. What?

Take it. Do you want to die?

No. I wanna live.

Get down, you idiot!

(GUN FIRING)

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

I'm unarmed! Michael?
Mike? Don't shoot. Okay?

Don't hurt the hostages, and I
promise these guys won't come in.

I'm Detective Sam Tyler from the
1-2-5. You have my word. Okay?

Even better, you can have me.

Just let me in, 'cause cops
aren't gonna mess with you

if you're holding one of their own,
right? So, how about it? We have a deal?

Tyler, if you don't stand
down, I'll shoot you myself!

(MOUTHING)

MICHAEL: Come inside.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(DOORS OPENING)

(GOING TO MAKE A
TIME MACHINE PLAYING)

MICHAEL: Down the
hallway to your right.

♪ Time machine
Come on, get onboard ♪

(GUN CLICKING)

MICHAEL: Shut the door!

Where's the machine I asked for?

I'm here to help,

to work this out without
anyone getting killed.

(ROARING) Where is my
machine? Where is my machine?

It's on its way, Michael.

Is that Dr. Schwahn?

Oh, you're acquainted? Good.

He's the one asking
for the machine.

He needs it to do an operation.

What kind of operation?

Why don't you tell him, Doc?
Tell him what you did to my brother.

My perfect kid brother. Perfect
except for a tweak in his brain.

Schizophrenia, they said.

Schizophrenia?

I didn't mind
taking care of him.

But he didn't want
to be a burden to me,

so he went to see
Dr. Schwahn for help.

You wanna see what he
did to my kid brother? Huh?

Bilateral cingulotomy.

Fried his brain. Four
years he's been like this.

But as soon as that
EEG machine gets here,

Dr. Schwahn is gonna
correct his mistake.

Ain't you, Doc? Ain't you
gonna fix my little brother? Huh?

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Seems we got off
on the wrong foot.

To show you there's no hard feelings,
I'm sending in that machine you asked for.

Okay, put it in the
emergency bay.

Now how about some reciprocity?
Let one of the hostages go.

I'll let everyone go,

but I want a bus, a big bus, in
the parking lot behind the hospital,

ready to go at 2:00 p.m.

That's not gonna happen.
You shot at the police, Michael.

I can't get you a
pony ride to Midtown.

Goodbye, Lieutenant. Wait, wait.

Then let me speak
to Detective Tyler,

just to make
sure he's all right.

He wants to talk to you.

Hi, Gene. I'm gonna
shove my fist so far down...

Yeah. I'm fine, I'm
fine. Your windpipe...

So are the other 12 patients
and staff and Dr. Schwahn,

but it's getting kind of hot in here,
though, with the sun coming in.

How's our friend doing?

I'd take his demands
seriously. He's no psycho.

Enough.

There are 13 other hostages,

and they're in the
east-facing wing.

There.

Well, that could be the pediatric
floor. Offices, psych ward...

That's it. Psych ward.

I'll get ESS ready.

It's all gonna be fine.

You're gonna ride the
train, the train to good times.

Have you thought about
how all this is gonna end?

There hasn't been a successful
standoff escape in this city ever.

So, I'm asking you, do you
know how it's gonna end?

Let me tell you a story.

A few years after
Johnny's operation,

one Monday night, instead of
watching the game with my brother,

which was our thing,

I'm spoon-feeding him apple sauce,
like I used to do when he was a baby.

That about killed me.

Then I start seeing Dr. Schwahn
again in all these magazines,

saying how, with new technology,

putting electrodes in the brain and
stuff, that he could fix almost anything.

So I ask him to try again
with Johnny, make him

more the way he used to be.

Turns out, he
didn't want to do it.

Dr. Schwahn needed
a little persuading.

You can't be serious.
I'm serious, all right.

They think they're gonna nail
me to the tree? Let them try.

Everything in the psych ward is
locked down, even the phones.

I'm not crazy.

Classic crazy-person line,
I know, but I'm Erica Filipi,

reporter for the New York Post.

Detective Sam Tyler.

I'm undercover,

researching the mistreatment
of psych-ward patients,

but now it's sort of an insider
account on a hostage standoff.

What do you know about Michael?

Well, he visits
Johnny every day.

Always brings him a big box
of games and stuff every time,

trying to get a
response from him.

Poor jerk.

I mean, even the crazies knew Johnny
wasn't playing Monopoly anytime soon.

Michael keeps taking off. You
know where he disappears to?

South of the slot.

What?

South of the slot.

Where the lizards
play on saxophones

and the old men
suck on otter bones.

Hey! Hey! Get
away from the door!

(MAN CHATTERING ON TV)

(WOMAN 1 ON TV CRYING)

WOMAN 2 ON TV: Do you
think he knows he's going to die?

WOMAN 1: Mama!

ROSE: Maybe he can hear you.

Maya?

DOCTOR: I'm afraid he
can't hear or feel anything.

As you can see, his brain
activity is practically zero.

No, the best thing you can
do for him is just let him go.

ROSE: Doctor! Doctor!

(SOBBING)

Darling...

Yes?

Darling, is that you?

It's me.

I'm right here.

(PATIENTS LAUGHING)

No, no. Don't go.

No. Don't go. Don't leave me.

(ALL LAUGHING)

MAN 1: Did you know
that the AMC Pacer

is just about as wide as
the top-selling luxury car?

It feels big, even
though it isn't.

And I feel like I'm in a big
car, even though I'm not.

MAN 2: AMC Pacer, it
feels like a big car, but it isn't.

You can't fix Johnny.

Why did you tell
Michael you could?

The man is as strong as
an ox and as dumb as one,

and he had a bomb.
What would you have said?

Michael's not dumb. He's angry.
You lobotomized his brother.

And if I were Johnny, I'd want
someone like that looking out for me.

It had to be done.
Johnny was hallucinating.

He was hearing voices. Have
you any idea what that's like?

I saw you speaking to Erica.
She tell you why she's in here?

She say she was an actress researching
a role or that she's a newspaper reporter?

Erica is in here because she
thought KGB agents were in her home,

so she set it afire,
killing her entire family,

even the dog.

Delusional psychosis, Detective.

One can seem normal, then
one succumbs to fantasy.

Time travel,
parallel dimensions,

thinking the voice on the radio
or the TV is speaking to you.

You wake up one day,

and you've torched your
loved ones to a crisp.

For Erica and for
people like Erica,

there is no happy
ending, Detective.

The machine's on its way. I
got the supplies you wanted.

That's it.

We're heading to
the surgical bay.

(WHISPERING) No. Relax.
Don't do anything stupid.

SAM: No, no, no.

(GUN FIRING)

(MALE NURSE GRUNTING)

(SAM PANTING)

(GROANING)

Now stay away from
him! Don't die on me.

Stay away! SAM:
We're all in this together.

No one dies today.

(SAM GRUNTS)

ANNIE: Wake up, Sam.

Maya?

Wake up, Sam.

(GROANS)

Wake up, princess.

What are you doing here?

The Lieut told Michael H.
That he would send in a nurse.

And a tech to operate the
EEG machine he wanted.

(SAM SIGHS)

SCHWAHN: I need some hands here!

How's he doing?

How does it look like he's
doing? He needs a surgical team.

He needs it soon.

ESS is set to come in.

We stashed three guns in
the back of that machine.

You and I will cover the
hostages when this goes down.

Gene, he has a bomb,
dynamite, strapped to his chest.

He can't detonate a bomb
with a bullet in his brain.

So we're gonna shoot him?

That's the plan?

Okay, okay, that's a good plan.

Or maybe not.

Okay, we have to warn Ray
and ESS about the bomb.

Annie's brought a little
something to the party, too.

It's the janitor key. It'll
get you out of the ward,

but Michael H. locked the
stairwells and the elevators

when he brought us up.

I saw a break room, and there
were no bars on the windows.

What are we waiting
for? Okay. Be right back.

Miss, could you apply pressure?

SAM: When you get out,

tell Ray that Michael H. has
about 12 sticks of dynamite on him,

and he has to be isolated
before ESS comes in.

Here it is.

What the hell is this?

Explosives.

I don't... I don't understand.
The room was here.

There was a window and
a radio playing some song.

(GOING TO MAKE A
TIME MACHINE PLAYING)

I got Ray and a dozen
guys about to charge in here

and put their lives on the line

based on information
you gave us.

Now is not the time for crazy
talk. Is there a way out or not?

I don't know. ANNIE:
I won't put that...

Sam! Sam! Annie!

MICHAEL: You hid the
guns in the machine?

I cooperate with the police,
and this is how I'm repaid?

You sneak two of your
own in here to kill me?

Well, I am done playing games!

Get that off of
her. Gene, don't.

You're a pretty tough guy for
a medical technician, ain't you?

Get that off of her.

Pretty tough for
a glorified nurse!

All right, we all just
need to relax for a minute.

I'm getting nowhere
with your friends out there.

I thought maybe you
could help me out,

with the right motivation.

My demands.

I want them all met,

or they're gonna get a
taste of what's gonna happen

(ENUNCIATING) to
each and every hostage.

Call.

Go. Go.

Hello?

SAM: Ray, listen carefully.

I'm gonna read out Michael
H.'s new list of demands,

and you got to make good
on every single one of them.

Like hell I do. I got ESS ready
to bust in and nail this guy.

Ray, you need to listen to me.

Listen to a renegade
whack job? I don't think so.

(COCKS GUN)

Is that Annie?

All right, I'm listening.

He wants a bus by 2:00 p.m.

The bus will take
him, his brother

and the hostages to the airport.

(MUTTERING) I'm
gonna crush you down.

I'm gonna crush you like
a bug, like a big, fat bug.

He wants a plane there,
gassed up with a pilot

to fly him and his brother to
the destination of his choice.

Is the boss okay with all this?

Uh, Gene?

You okay with this, Lieut?

Give him what he needs.

All right, I'll get the damn
bus. I'll get the damn plane,

just in time to fly his cold
corpse right to the morgue.

My thoughts exactly.

Off the phone.

Done.

You okay?

Compared to him,
I'm doing great.

I'm sorry. It's my
fault you're in here.

I came in because I was asked.

I wasn't fetching
coffee or filing papers.

I got to be a real cop.

I'm still sorry.

I was feeling everything
coming down around me,

so I came in here
looking for answers,

but I don't know
what's real anymore.

In my clinic work, I met
a paranoid schizophrenic

who had learned to live without
his meds and his treatment.

And he said whenever he felt
the walls really starting to cave in,

he would remember
his happiest memory,

because at least that was real.

I remember this one
night back in Hyde.

My partner had recently
gotten killed making a collar.

And I just ended a relationship
with a woman I thought I loved.

I was in a bar,

and there was a Tom Waits
song playing on the jukebox.

You know Tom Waits?
Is he popular yet?

I never heard of him.

He's soon to become the patron saint
of the sad and downtrodden New Yorker.

Anyway, there I was, and this
girl walks right up to the bar.

And she turns to me and
she says, "Why the glum face?

"Summer's turning into fall,
you can smell it in the air.

"And you're sitting in a bar, with
the best jukebox in Manhattan.

"And Dalton here is a bartender
whose cocktail shaker should be bronzed.

"It's time for living.

"Oh, and by the way,
I'm your new partner."

Maya?

It was the first time I saw her.

I guess she was right.
It was time for living.

You got all that crap
churning in your head.

No wonder you're seeing things.

How long you been
feeling like that?

Like what?

Like it's you against the world.

I guess since I
got to the 1-2-5.

(SCOFFS)

Now being a loon is one thing,

but this is the first I'm hearing
about your dissatisfaction

of being on my squad.

That's not what I meant.

You're alone. Are you alone now?

I should've left you here, let that
creep use you for target practice.

It's time.

ANNIE: What's your plan?

I will stimulate the
amygdala so that it

looks like there's brain
activity on the EEG.

And then what?

By the time Johnny's recovered
and Michael realizes it didn't work,

hopefully this will all be over.

Isn't that dangerous?

Johnny's mind is
barely alive as it is.

You have a better plan?

You're gonna be better soon. I
told you I'd always look out for you.

I can't believe he's
going through with this.

(GENTLY) Here you go.

Get going.

(SAW WHIRRING)

Stop.

This is not gonna work.
What are you talking about?

This operation, it's not gonna
bring Johnny back. You know that.

Keep going. Go. Do it.

What you're about to
do is not helping Johnny.

It's hurting him,
Michael. Shut your mouth!

It's not gonna change the truth.

Stop talking! Listen to him!

Stop talking! It's not
gonna fix your brother!

GENE: Not like this!
ANNIE: Stop, please!

I'm gonna kill you,
you son of a bitch!

Stop, please! Please!

SCHWAHN: He's right! He's right!

I can't do it. I can't
help your brother.

(PANTING) But you said...

You said that you could.

There's nothing that me or anybody
else can do to bring your brother back.

I tried to tell you that.

You wouldn't listen.

We're taking a
walk, kids. Let's go.

Across the yellow brick
road and down the rabbit hole.

How did you know my name? Huh?

On the phone, earlier today.

You said, "You're
running out of time, Sam."

I didn't know your name.

Mmm?

It doesn't matter, 'cause
you're not Sam anymore.

You're me,

and I am Sam.

All right, let's go. Let's
go, let's go, let's go.

We stay together in a close
group, and we'll all get on that bus.

We're almost to the end, folks.

Okay, let's do it.
Come on. Go, go. Go.

You'll all be free soon enough,
and I'll be south of the slot.

How good are these snipers?

My best guy can shoot a
dime off your nose at 100 yards.

Then when they exit,
you tell your best guy

that scazed muldoon is
wearing two nickels for a necktie.

(DOOR OPENING)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(GUN COCKING)

(GRUNTING EMPHATICALLY)

COP 1: Right there! COP
2: Get down! Get down!

(GUNSHOTS)

RAY: Drop it! Drop it! Drop it!

(HOSTAGE GRUNTING)

RAY: Hold your fire!

COP: Come on. Get up!

COP: Let's... Let's go!

GENE: That's Tyler. It's Tyler!

The building is
rigged with explosives.

Evacuate the area.
RAY: Hey, move! Move!

Everybody back. COP:
Go back! Get back!

Where is he?
ANNIE: He's not here!

RAY: Let's go, people.

ANNIE: Everybody,
get back. Get back.

RAY: Move it out! ANNIE:
Sam, where are you going?

SAM: Michael!

Michael, where are you?

Johnny? How you doing, champ?

How's he doing? He's doing fine.

He's south of the slot.

The building was
supposed to be empty,

the hostages driven safely away.

I'd set off the explosives
as a distraction.

This tunnel leads to the 63rd Street
Line, the subway to Penn Station.

We take the 3:00
train to Buffalo

then to Canada.

We would be gone.
He'd get better.

We'd spend the days fishing
and the nights watching football.

I can't go to jail.

DOCTOR: His responses
are weaker than ever.

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

Whatever limited
reality he's in...

I can't have Johnny being
treated like a damn baby.

I'm ending this.

Your brother is in
there somewhere.

And believe me, that
counts for something.

Step aside.

You're gonna have
to go through me.

You can save yourself,

(DISTANT VOICES APPROACHING)

but probably not your friend.

(MAN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

Ooh! Why such the glum face?

Summer's turning into fall,
you can smell it in the air.

And you are sitting in a bar with
the best jukebox in Manhattan.

And Dalton here,
Dalton is a bartender

whose cocktail shaker
should be bronzed.

It's time for living.

Oh, by the way, I'm
your new partner.

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

ROSE: He's smiling.
He's smiling. He's smiling.

GENE: On the floor!

(GUN FIRING)

(GROANS)

(MOANING)

SAM: Gene? I was
supposed to die today, not you.

(GENE SIGHS)

Do you smell whiskey?

(GENE GASPING)

(GROANING)

SAM: Gene?

Holy cow! What are the chances?

Actually,

pretty good.

(RAY LAUGHS)

I didn't know how long this
hostage crap was gonna go on.

(TUESDAY'S DEAD PLAYING)

You're gonna be okay!
You're gonna be okay!

♪ If I make a mark in time
I can't say the mark is mine

♪ I'm only the
underline Of the word

He was gone before
they could get to him.

♪ I can't tell you what to do

♪ Like everybody else
I'm searching through

I was supposed to die at 2:00.
Now he's dead and I'm alive.

♪ When you don't
want no one to know?

You're alive, Sam.
Can't you let it go?

FEMALE REPORTER:
Despite the harrowing events,

the police managed to
apprehend the gunman

and get the hostages to
safety with only one casualty.

Overall, a resounding
success for our boys in blue.

Hey, hey!

They're talking
about us on the radio!

I... I got to call my mom.
I got to call my mom.

♪ I wouldn't make
another demand All my life

♪ Whoa, whoa...

Sorry I almost got your head
blown off, no hard feelings.

♪ Who told tomorrow
Tuesday's dead?

Is Gene making you apologize?

No, that was a spontaneous
eruption of my true sentiment.

You know, you don't have to
treat the "crazy" cop with kid gloves.

Good. 'Cause I ain't that sorry,
and I still think you're a meatball.

Right.

You know something, Tyler?

You're not so special.

We all go crazy at some point.

Happens to every cop who
gives a crap about what he does.

That's why we're alcoholics.

That's why our women leave us.

We're broken toys.

What makes us different from
those folks in the psych ward?

We keep each other sane.

That's what it's about.
Any decent precinct house,

we keep each other sane.

He's right, Spaceman.

After all, we're
an American band.

♪ Where do you go

♪ When you don't
want no one to know?

(SNICKERS)

♪ Who told tomorrow
Tuesday's dead? ♪

(SOAP OPERA MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)

I don't care what
your tests say.

I saw him smile!

I won't let you end his life,

not while there's a chance
my little boy is still in there.

Very well. We'll keep
him on life support.

But I think you're
making a mistake.

Are you adding Peeping Tom to
the list of your bizarre attributes, Sam?

(GASPS)

(ANNIE CHUCKLING)

What was that for?

For helping me remember
something happy, something real.

That was the sign they
needed. That's why I'm still alive.

Thank you

for keeping an insane
man sane, Annie.

Yeah.

Well, I was just heading...
I was just heading out.

See you tomorrow? Tomorrow?

Yeah.

Sam, I'm so glad
you're still here.

I'm not gonna let them
pull the plug, Sam.

But I also don't think
I can keep doing this.

I'm so sorry. It's just...

It's been months.

(SIGHS)

I have to say goodbye.

I gotta let you go.

It's time for living.

(SOAP OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)