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I would like to make a deal with|the United States Treasury Department.

Sir?

- It's Wooly's channel.|- Can we trace it?

I'd like to trade the life|ofa Treasury agent...

for the 42 million in gold.

Transferring signal.

Since you don't have my gold,|I'll settle for the next best thing.

If you want Mr. Wooly alive,|turn over Mr. Sanders to me.

Midtown Winslett, 36th Street.

Lisa, what's wrong with you?

Girl, what's wrong with you?

Alvin! Alvin, get up, baby.

Please get up.

Baby, get up. Come on, Alvin.

Come on, come on, please get up.|Alvin, please get up.

Why are you doing this to us?

Why? Why are you doing this to us?

Give us a break.

Did you have a nice sleep?

What'd you do with Lisa?

I put her in the other room|with Gregory.

They're fine.

This is New York. We don't play|these type of games here.

You see, Alvin,|I just want what's mine.

I was used by the government,|and now they're using you.

I have nothing|to do with the government.

Oh, yes, you do.

They used you to get to me...

and I might add, quite effectively.

Here I am.

Now for your sake...

let's hope you can help me|find my gold.

Gold?

Give me a pen.

I would like to make a deal with|the United States Treasury Department.

That son of a b*tch.

I'd like to trade the life|ofa Treasury agent...

He knew Alvin was being surveilled.

This whole thing was just a diversion.

If you want Mr. Wooly...

All right, the drill is simple.

We find Alvin before he does.

The math on this|is extremely problematic.

You have information.

I need it.

You don't provide that information,|I have to kill you.

What are my options?

Well....

Obviously...

there's torture.

No, come on.

You're more creative than that.|That's...uh-uh.

That's a point well taken, Alvin.

And besides, torture...

it's unpleasant.|- Yeah.

- It's loud.|- You're right.

So unpredictable.

Wait, no, hold on. No, wait.

See...

did that really hurt?

And if so, how much?|Nobody really knows.

But I will tell you this:|I do not have the time...

l do not have the manpower, and|I do not have the assets for error.

Do you understand that?|Do you get that?

I am tired of f***ing around|with you, Alvin!

When you get your money, you need|to get an anger management class.

You! No, you're not very smart,|are you?

The only reason you're alive|is because I allow it!

Shut up! Shut up!

You like little kids, right?|That's my boy in there.

I can't let nothing happen to him.

It don't matter what's going|on between us.

I'll do anything.

He ain't got nothing to do with this.|It's between us.

Let's make this sh*t work.

Let's go get that gold, man.

I'm sorry for that primitive outburst.

I've decided the best course|of action...

is to contrast the fear of certain|death with an indulgent incentive.

Force you to choose|between the extremes.

I'm prepared to offer you|the same deal I had with Jaster.

We find the gold, you get to keep|six bricks to do with as you please.

Roughly one million dollars.

And, Alvin...

it's a one-time,|non-negotiable offer.

All right, let me get this straight:

The offer is a million dollars...

or you kill me.

Correct.

A million ain't what it used to be|with taxes. If that's all you got...

we'll work with that.

Clear.

What is that?

It's coffee, sir.

I wonder why he didn't kill him.

Alvin must've talked.

He doesn't know anything.

I didn't say he knew anything.|I just said he talked.

Secure the building.

Check the stairwell to the roof.|Take more men.

All right, let's go.

She gonna be all right, right?

She will be, if you do|what you're supposed to do.

You're gonna have to trust me.

I could trust you a lot better|if you would let my girl and kid go.

No, no, no. I couldn't do that.

Lisa and your little boy|are motivational tools.

Air Unit, what do you got?

We got nothing.

- Do a sweep on channel 34.|- Affirmative.

- Night vision.|- Negative.

- Infrared.|- Negative.

- We got nothing.|- No signal.

Jesus! Alvin Sanders is a needle|in a haystack.

Can I help you?

All right, Detective Wooly, go ahead.

The horses for the fifth race|are on the track.

And they're off.

Let's see what we have here.

What are you doing? I told you it's|in the back stables, not here.

I understand.

Do you think he hid the sh*t|in a concession stand?

This is perfect.

Glad you like it.

Hey...

hey, little man.

Daddy got to run out|and take care of some business.

I'll be right back. You take care|of your mother, okay?

I'm waiting, Alvin.

Yeah, I'm coming.

All right, little player.

What the hell is that?

While I have no doubt about|your sincerity, if there is no gold...

l'm sure you'd agree,|there should be some penalty.

We don't need these anymore...

considering there's no way my|little toy can be disarmed without me.

All right, Alvin.

Lead the way.

I told you the sh*t wasn't over here.|It's in the back, in the stalls.

What if we don't get back in time?

We gonna end up killing 5000 people.

Perhaps we shouldn't be standing|around chatting, then.

Mess around and I'll tell you what:

Anything happen to my kid or girl,|it's gonna be bad for you.

The horses are on the track.|It's a major race for 4-year-olds.

How much gold is there?

Roughly 42 million dollars.

You the lncredible Hulk? How you|getting all this gold out of here?

Here.

Yeah. This is it.

All right, here we are.|Right here. Nine.

No, no, no, no.

No, it's not very logical.

Logical or not...

it's buried in the back.|Don't get it if you don't have to.

I gotta get to my family.

- I ain't gotta do sh*t for you...|- All right, open it.

You can open it yourself.|I don't give a damn.

Open it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's all right.

It's all right, big fella.

Calm down, now. Calm down.

Hold on, now.|Just calm down. It's all right.

Easy, easy, easy, it's all right.|It's all right. Calm down.

What the hell is that?

Where's my f***ing gold, Alvin?

You soft.

We got him.

He's at the Manhattan Race Track.

Get yo b*tch ass up. Get up!

Get some of this, huh?|Get some of this, huh?

Chest, chest, chest, nuts!

Oh, sh*t.

The horses are now leaving|the paddock for the race.

The horses are now all in the gate.

And they're off.

B*tch!

Alvin!

Frigid Pleasure in front|setting a blistering pace.

Come on, Frigid Pleasure,|you motherf***er!

That's my horse! That's my horse!

Sh*t!

What the f***?

- There's another horse on the field.|- Slow down, slow down!

We need security!

Move! I can't control this sh*t!

The horses are still heading|for the wire!

This is disastrous!

You gotta stop!

Ramirez tries to hold Frigid Pleasure,|but the horse has a mind ofits own!

Look out!

Get out of the way!|I can't control her!

All the horses and riders are down!

You don't listen, do you?

You can slow down now.

We coming to a railing.

Do you see the people? Don't you see|the people? Put the brakes on.

Couldn't be.

It's him.

It's the devil.

In my 30 years ofracing...

l've never witnessed|a spectacle quite like this.

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