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Clear.

- Sully's down.

- What happened?

I don't know.

Some kind of explosion.

Go.

Come on, kid.

Got any movement?

(gasps)

(gunshots)

Scott:
How many spotted?

Jason:
Two, maybe three.

We got to get to Sully fast.

Oh, f*** that.

- Moving.

- (gunshots)

Come on.

Defibrillator:
Hello and welcome.

Please follow these voice

instructions and call 911 now.

And remember, stay calm.

lam calm. Can't you tell?

And cameras are back up now.

- Korver.

- (gunshots)

(groans)

Hang in there, Sull.

We got you, boss.

Defibrillator:

Firmly place paddles on

patienfs chest

and torso as illustrated.

No pulse detected.

- No pulse detected.

- No sh*t, Sherlock.

- What's the problem?

- Carnage.

Oh, sh*t.

Make the call.

- HQ, this is SRT head division.

- Sergeant Maddox.

Coms are back up and

everything's running smooth again.

Move in now. You copy?

I need my guys out of there.

(gunshots)

Go!

Come on, Sully. I got ya.

I'm out!

(Qurgles)

Sh*t, Sam's down!

- Defibrillator:
System charging.

- (defibrillator charges)

(defibrillator shocks)

System charging.

- System charging.

- Come on.

(defibrillator shocks)

(defibrillator shocks)

- (defibrillator shocks)

- (gasps)

F***!

Oh, f***!

Is this your sick way of getting

attention, you narcissistic prick?

Get the f*** up!

(groans)

Stay on me.

Holy sh*t!

- (gunshots)

- (Brody screams)

Come on, Sully. I've got you.

What the f***?

Move!

Let's move!

Let's go! Move out!

(gunshots)

(groaning)

You Okay?

Boss?

In here!

F***! Jesus Christ, man!

I've seen enough.

Get me the f*** out of here!

(groans)

We got to move.

We got to get him out of here.

David:
ls everyone okay?

Jason:
Sully's bleeding fast.

- Okay, put me down.

- You're all right.

Here, here, here.

Sh*t!

(sully groans)

Sully, you got to hang in there, man.

I'm depending on you.

I knew I was getting

too old for this sh*t.

David:
You're gonna be okay.

Somebody wanna tell me

what the f*** is going on here?

EMF'?

Yeah.

All right.

Guys, we got to call for help.

Sully, where are the phones.

Don't bother. They're fried.

It's all burnt out.

Anything electrical that was

on during the blast is useless.

The only power running through here

now is from the backup generator.

Hang in there, Sull.

We're f***ed.

Think this is a coincidence.

The night before a major summit,

we get attacked and bumped offline.

That doesn't happen.

They must be after security, right?

They're not after security.

They must have had another objective.

You just worked that out now?

All right. I don't exactly wanna

stick around and find out.

You're staying put.

Any other exits besides the garage?

Yeah, but they're reinforced steel.

There's no way they

can lift those doors.

We'll find another way.

Sully, what do you

remember about these guys?

Everything checked out.

Immaculate lD's

precleared in the system.

Guys, I know I'm not exactly

the expert here or anything...

That's right, you're not. So just

shut up, and we'll figure it out.

If we've been knocked off the grid,

that should show up on

someone's monitor at HQ, no?

They would have planned for that.

We need to get an SOS out somehow.

How? Didn't he just say

everything was fried?

Old landline behind my desk.

It hasn't been plugged in for months,

but it could be of use.

Go check it out.

Brody!

Let him go.

You don't think this thing

is gonna make a difference, do you?

I guess the good thing is

I'll be dead before we find out.

Cigarettes will kill you, you know?

(chuckles)

Got it.

Yeah?

Okay.

(dial tone)

- Holy sh*t. I've got a dial tone.

- Thank God.

So, how do we do this?

What do you mean?

Well, have you ever called

911 before?

It kind of defeats the purpose

with our profession, don't you think?

- Who else are we gonna call?

- I don't know.

Don't you guys have like a secret

emergency phone number or something?

(dialing)

You actually look kind of sexy

when you're mad.

You guys are totally f***ing,

aren't ya?

Shut up.

(phone rings)

Operator:
911, what's your emergency?

This is Scott Calloway with

Strategic Response Team Five.

We have a code red.

Several casualties.

We are in urgent need of backup.

Operator. What is your

building access code?

Building access code is three,

alpha, five, seven, whiskey niner.

Operator. Copy that,

Ofcer Galloway. Please hold.

(whispers)

Come on.

Operator:
You're in SR head division north?

Affirmative. We've got an unknown

number of hostiles in the area.

They are heavily armed.

Operator. All right, Galloway.

Hold tight

while we divert a team your way.

When they arrive, identify yourself

with the code word Tallahassee.

If you're under duress, use Malibu.

Copy that.

Dispatch EMS as well.

We've got an officer down.

He's got a gunshot wound.

I don't know how long he's got,

but you got to hurry.

(car approaching)

Well, this don't look good.

Come on.

What are we dealing with?

Six or seven of them holed up.

Put up a bit of resistance,

but shouldn't be a problem for you.

For us?

My men are not equipped

for this level of engagement.

You brought us here

purely on a contingent basis.

You don't think this is the sort of

contingency you're being paid for?

Huh?

Merc pricks.

F***ing mercs, I told you.

- Did you get it?

- Went to sh*t.

Some civvy was there,

botched the whole thing.

What about Dallas?

Sh*t.

Sir! Got to talk to you.

Sergeant Maddox.

Consider your rate doubled

for you and your men.

You got any guys who

are good with a scope?

Yeah, a couple.

You get them with the ground unit,

and you cover the gates.

One more thing.

Don't you ever try to

negotiate with me again.

Understand?

I got something.

It worked.

CRT's on the way with EMS.

That's great.

Aren't you guys CRT?

We're SRT. CRT is NYPD.

- What's ERT?

- Canadians.

David:
Jason, Scott, watch out front.

I don't want our boys

running into any surprises.

Right.

This is good, right?

We're getting out of here?

- That's the plan, yes.

- Yes.

Gina:
What do you think

they're after?

No clue.

Hey.

(coughs)

Hey.

- The door...

- What?

The door around the corner.

Yeah. This is where they took cover.

But it's just storage.

What are we even looking for?

Here, give me the flashlight.

(dragging heavy object)

Sully.

What's with the room?

Supposed to be for archives.

I know what it's supposed to be.

But what's it for?

Sully, come on.

We've known each other forever.

A couple years ago...

Department of Justice

was trying to figure out

what to do with the assets

of high profile busts.

Evidence, lock-ups,

OUCBs... ripped off.

We had to find some way

to make it more protected.

You telling me

the government's been hiding

seized assets in police facilities?

I'm telling you they found a way

to move valuables around

off the books without

anyone knowing.

Sh*t.

What we did is

we took down the next bad guy...

and the next and the next.

Think of it as a recycling program.

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