Deadly Impact Page #5

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

You still have much to contribute

to the world, so let's finish this.

The information

we have at the moment is sketchy,

but it appears that a man has somehow

seized control of the Nativo Hotel.

He only wants

to speak to you.

I've just been given a cell phone

from a person who works inside the hotel.

It seems that the man in question

is expected to call me.

- Hello.

- Hello, Miss Mulligan.

Please listen to me carefully.

Listen. We can't allow this to be broadcast.

The FBI does not allow a criminal

to broadcast public grievances

as part of negotiations.

We aren't negotiating,

I'm telling you what to do.

Now, you're familiar with my file.

I have rigged the hotel

with enough explosive

to destroy the city block.

You do as I instruct,

or I will detonate this bomb

and I will make sure

that the families of the victims know

their loved ones died in vain

because Special Agent in Charge

William Hopter

could not follow simple instructions.

Now, please put Miss Mulligan

back on the line

and don't try to trace this call.

Thank you.

I think the terrorist is about to tell me

what's gonna happen to the hostages.

Terrorist? No, no, Miss Mulligan, please,

do not lump me into that crowd.

I'm a thief.

I'm sorry. The man in question

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

Julie, do me a favor,

hit the speaker button.

I'd like to get this on TV.

I promise not to say bad words.

Come on, Julie. Put him on.

Tom! So, tell me,

what is it like sitting there

knowing that all of those innocent people

are about to die?

You better answer my questions,

or I'm gonna put that hotel into orbit.

Have the FBI complied with my demands?

Sir? Detective?

- I heard him.

Did...

Yeah. Yeah, the money's ready to be wired.

We have a web page set up

for you to verify.

You know that that web page is a dummy.

And the moment that I log on,

the Feds will trace my location.

Do these guys have any intention

of wiring the money?

I can't speak for the FBI.

Yeah, but you know the answer,

so answer the question.

The FBI cannot negotiate the terms

that you are demanding.

We are, however,

open to an alternate discussion.

THE LION... Tom,

I don't do alternate discussions.

The FBI needs to understand

how f***ing serious I am.

They leave me no choice but to detonate.

I'm sorry, sir, I have to turn off the speaker.

I'll continue to translate for you,

but, at this time, I don't think

it's in the best interests...

Shut up. What are you, stupid?

You do as I ask.

This is the biggest break in your career.

Now, I'll contact the FBI in 48 hours

and give them a chance to wire the money.

Seems that this is the first lesson.

It won't be the last.

And because of this inconvenience,

I want $200 million.

He wants $200 million. Today is a lesson.

If the money's not available in 48 hours,

there will be another lesson.

Say the words,

"The FBI caused this building to explode. "

The FBI caused the hotel to explode.

Honey, I'm gonna get you

out of here, okay?

THE LION... I'm not going to kill her. You are.

Hey. You've been sleeping

for 19 straight hours.

I was worried.

- How's Amy?

- She's good. We have her in a safe house.

Hopter?

He's fine. He's got a few cuts and bruises,

but he'll be all right.

Anyone else make it out of the hotel?

No.

Christ.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

I hesitate.

I don't trust my instincts.

I'm no use like this.

That's not true.

I'm not working with you out of pity.

Everybody at the hotel...

My wife...

It's 'cause of what I do.

Don't.

You know, she worked two jobs

when I was at the Academy,

to make ends meet.

I don't know, she was the one

that made all the sacrifices.

Doesn't really matter.

There was nothing I could do.

It happened, and there's nothing you can do

to change it,

but you did save 10 lives that night.

Don't forget that.

And now you have the opportunity

to make things as right as they can be.

I'm not doing this without you, Tom.

You were there at the beginning,

and you should be there at the end.

You come up with anything?

Well, if he did use fertilizer,

it had to be underneath the floor.

Flower pots aren't big enough

to make the hotel explode like that.

Which makes sense,

since he used a PETN grout mix.

PETNs would've made the kick.

So he used specialized grout

when he laid the floor tile?

Yeah.

I asked for all the hardware receipts

from around town.

See if I can pick up any odd pairings

in purchases of tile and grout.

It's gonna take me a few days

to get all the receipts back,

but I do have one receipt

from Rack's Hardware Store

that is interesting.

What they did is they isolated it down

to the amount of tile and grout

it would take to cover the floor.

Then they divided that into two categories,

those paid by credit card,

those paid by cash.

How many paid with cash?

For that amount of tile and grout

in the last month, 14.

These are shots

from the hardware store's security cam.

This man seen here buying tile,

grout, and patio cleaner is the target.

Parking lot cam footage shows him

leaving in a black Ford F-150.

These are shots of the Nativo Lodge

taken from across the street.

We believe it's the same man.

His walking manner and gait

have been determined to be the same.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Go back to the hardware store

parking lot, the exterior.

There, stop. Yeah.

A police officer issuing a citation.

See if you can get the dash cam.

May be able to

pick up a plate on that truck.

That's great. Get on that, will you?

That's it, people.

Skittles, you didn't pass your polygraph.

I don't know how.

I'm telling you the truth. I...

Something's gotta be wrong

with your machine.

It says you're a confidential informant

for APD

and that The Lion offered you a job,

but you turned it down.

This statement didn't pass poly.

I told you guys everything I know.

I... I met this dude,

a real psycho case by the way,

and he offered me a job.

I went right to APD,

and I ain't even got my C.I. Money yet.

What kind of job, Skittles?

He wanted me to help

with the assassination of Senator Cordero.

Ryan, call the senator's office.

Let him know

we suspect he might be the target

of an assassination attempt.

- Hello.

- Hey, Juan.

- I bet you know who this is.

- What do you want?

I want you to do

what you politicians do best.

Let's cut a back door deal.

CORDERO... you know

I can't give you $200 million.

Well, I know that.

Who needs that kind of money?

- So, give me 20.

- That's an insane amount of money.

It's your family's fortune,

and 20 million is a drop in the bucket.

And in exchange, I leave Albuquerque alone

and you get to save your political future.

Now, I've placed 80 bombs

around Albuquerque.

You pay me, you save the city.

The FBI released a report

that they are interested

in speaking with a man

who drives a black Ford F-150...

- Hey.

... and a blue Ford Escort.

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