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I'm not here right now.

So leave a...

Hanson, I gotta get to 23!

I gotta get to Chandler!

I'm gonna keep firing!

Where's medical?

This is bullshit!

- I can hear them coming!

- JACOBS:
Stay low.

- RICH:
Where's he hit?

- JACOBS:
In the chest!

- It went through his vest?

- Yes, straight through.

- You gotta cover me!

- Cover! 10-4!

- At three, I'm gonna move!

- Move, move, move!

- Move! Move!

- Move, move, move! Let's go!

Come on, take cover!

- Ah, sh*t!

- He's... he's gone!

He's gone!

Come on, he's gone!

Let's get out of here!

Let's go! Move!

Mack, my man. You're gonna

be fine, Mack, okay? All right?

- Hanson, Hanson...

- You're gonna be fine.

- I need another mag!

- I'm on my last one!

We're moving!

On three, two, one! Get up!

Go! Let's go! Come on!

HANSON:
Jacobs, we're moving!

Lay down cover fire!

- MIKE:
I got him.

- HANSON:
Let's go! Go, go!

- HANSON:
Come on, keep going!

- MIKE:
Come on!

HANSON:
Move, move, move, move!

[GRUNTS]

- MIKE:
Move! Let's go!

- HANSON:
Move, move, move!

Snap! Come on!

We're gonna lay him right here.

Be careful with him.

He's hit in the leg.

MAN:
No sign of vitals.

Give me four units of O-neg.

- We gotta move him now.

- Hell, I'm going to get Jacobs.

- All right, I'll be back!

- [SIREN WAILING]

HANSON:
I got you! I got you!

Come on! Come on!

Just hang in there!

JACOBS:
Those motherfuckers!

- [HORN HONKS]

- [SIREN WAILING]

Until SWAT gets here,

we're gonna lock this area down

so no one else dies today.

- You with me?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Where's Kenny?

- Who?

The kid! My ride-along.

He was with Jacobs.

Where is he?

- We gotta find him.

- All right, all right.

You guys go find the kid.

I'm gonna lock this place down.

- All right. Copy.

- Come on, let's move.

We're gonna have to wait

for dark. Move back!

You guys have a...

have a teenager?

A teenager? I don't think so.

- [PHONE RINGING]

- [SIREN WAILING]

- Hello?

- LISA:
Dad?

Lisa...

They're taking him

to St. Luke's. Honey, I...

It doesn't look good.

I'm sorry.

- [SIREN WAILING]

- [HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

Gunshot wound to the leg.

We already shocked him twice

on the way.

MRS. RALSTON:

Trauma one. Right here.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

SURGEON:
Excuse me? Scalpel.

[MACHINE BEEPING]

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

- Ma'am, you can't...

- That's my husband.

- Steve!

- Ma'am, you gotta leave.

I'm not going anywhere!

This is my husband!

- Let us do our job! Ma'am!

- I'm here, baby.

I'm here.

We're both here.

- [MACHINES BEEPING]

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Gunshot. Looks like

a clear exit wound.

- Jacobs? Jacobs, what happened?

- Not now.

JACOBS:
Mike and Steve stumbled

on a bank job.

Those motherfuckers

have more firepower than the...

- than the devil.

- Doc,

the dressing was plugging

the wound.

I gotta see it to fix it.

Jacobs, is my dad

still at the scene?

Probably looking for the kid.

What kid?

Ride-along.

Mike and Steve had a ride-along.

That's my baby. That's Kenny.

[PHONE RINGS]

That's him! That's his ring!

That's his ring!

Here.

Yes, baby, it's...

it's me. I'm here. I'm here,

Kenny. Where are you?

I'm in this parking lot.

I'm in this car by the bank.

They're robbing the bank.

They're shooting people.

I know, honey. I know.

Are... are you safe?

I don't know. I think

I should be good where I am.

Okay. Listen, listen.

Don't move, okay?

Don't move until the police

or somebody safe

- comes to get you, okay?

- Mom, I'm scared.

I know, baby.

I know, but we're gonna

get through this, okay?

You and me,

we're gonna get through this.

You're gonna be tough.

I'm gonna be tough.

And you're my tough guy, okay?

- [PHONE BEEPS]

- Mom, my phone is gonna go off.

Okay. You stay there, hear me?

Don't move.

Stay right where you are.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

- [PHONE BEEPS]

- Mom?

Mom?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Hello? He's...

he's gone.

My boy.

[MRS. RALSTON SNIFFLES]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

LIEUTENANT:
Gentlemen,

what's the status?

MIKE:
Lieutenant, my partner,

Officer MacAvoy and I,

were first on the scene.

We pulled up at approximately

ten hundred hours,

and immediately witnessed

a black Escalade

running curbside about 50 yards

from the entrance to the bank.

There was a white male

seated behind the wheel.

Did you notice

any of the suspects entering

- or exiting the bank?

- No, sir.

At the moment, we were focused

on the vehicle and the driver,

but just as we came to a stop,

the driver stepped out

of the Escalade

with a fully automatic

assault rifle...

and that is when...

we... we began...

taking incoming fire and my...

partner was hit.

No other passengers

in your vehicle?

Uh, yes, sir. Yes, we had

one ride-along in... in the back.

You had a ride-along

in the back?

Well, where's

the ride-along now?

Where's the ride-along now?

I don't know where

the ride-along is, sir.

What took you so long?

Chandler, I just need to know

if there was...

I need to know

where the ride-along is.

What... no, what...

what took you so long?

We... we can only get

to this active shooter

- as quick as possible...

- No, you were an hour late,

- and we were outgunned.

- Chandler...

And my... and my son is dead!

He's dead!

He has a child on the way!

What took you so long?

Chandler, you gotta de-escalate.

You gotta let me put together

my SWAT team here,

let me get an entry plan

in place,

so we can get into this building

and get this structure cleared.

I need you to bring it

down for me, okay?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Who the hell are you?

- Rossi, Interpol.

Okay and?

She gave us the lead

on the warehouse.

And?

And she confirmed

who we're dealing with.

Okay, I'm well aware

of who we're dealing with.

I'm very familiar

with these a**holes.

Well, that's very American

of you to say.

Okay, listen, listen, listen.

I got the Mayor...

excuse me... I got the Mayor

crawling up my ass, okay?

I got the Governor talking

about flying out here

to coordinate this thing.

Right now,

I don't have time for this.

I either need these guys

in cuffs,

or I need these guys in a slab.

And Agent,

whatever your name is,

if you've got useful intel

that I can use

for my entry team, then go ahead

and coordinate it, okay?

I'm done.

ROSSI:
Your Lieutenant

is an imbecile.

HORST:
Hey, you know what,

I'm pretty sure

Mike Chandler would agree

with you on that one.

ROSSI:
Officer Chandler learned

what those men

in the bank are capable of.

Thank you,

we already have a plan.

These men don't go

by the book, Captain.

They're waiting for you

to attack.

Have you read Moltke?

"No plan of operations

extends with any certainty."

"Beyond the first contact

with the main hostile force."

Is that the best you can do?

These men are experts

at the point of first contact.

They turn plans

against the planner.

An escape route becomes a trap.

Tell me, what do I do?

Do I let them go?

- Wait it out? Hmm?

- I just...

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