Heist Page #4

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Let's recap.

A man we fired yesterday

stole $3 million,

that, if recovered

by the police,

implicates us in connection

to money laundering

for some of the city's most

well-known criminal families.

And you let them get on a bus?

No, I didn't let them.

They hijacked it.

The cops got involved.

Then I had to pull back.

- So what are you going to do about it?

- I'm gonna find 'em.

The money will be back

in this vault by tonight.

Good, Derrick.

I believe you.

Now I want to speak with

Vaughn before we finish this.

All right, we are following

this situation

of a runaway bus.

Suspected hijackers are on this bus

and there is a very heavy

police presence

following the bus

down the highway.

Sorry, kiddo.

Bus 657, please respond.

- Turn that goddamn thing down.

- Bus 657, bus 657?

Come in, please.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Give me your goddamn phone.

Did you take my picture, b*tch?

- No, I swear.

- All right, everybody give me your goddamn phones.

Give me your f***in' phones.

Give me your f***in' phone.

Give me your goddamn phone.

Put your f***in' phone in the bag.

No, no, no,

me no speak "Engrish."

Oh, no?

You speak English now?

Okay, fine, sorry.

Just my whole life is on there, man.

- Give me your phone.

- I'm looking.

- Give me your goddamn phone.

- I'm looking, I'm sorry!

I just don't know where it is!

I got it, I got it.

Go ahead, go to him.

Oh, what the f***?

- The kid's scared, all right?

- I don't give a sh*t.

- Don't move anybody else.

- Jesus Christ.

You're a real pleasure

to be around, you know that?

All right, everybody,

just stay calm, all right?

You work with us here, I promise you,

you're going to get off this bus safely.

How do you feel?

I'm pretty cold, paisan.

Put some goddamn pressure on it.

All right, listen up!

Anybody here a doctor?

Nurse? EMT? Anybody got any kind

of medical knowledge whatsoever?

I'm a veterinarian student.

- Yeah, bring her up.

- Bring her up? What the f***?

"Engrish," get your ass

up here and help her.

Uh, okay, okay.

Um, should I...

Honey, I know

this is really scary.

We're going to get off this bus.

They're not going to hurt us.

Is that a rabbit?

Does he have a name?

- Big Ear.

- Big Ear?

He used to be Big Ears,

but my sister ripped it.

Aw.

Well, I think he still looks adorable,

one ear or not.

What's your name, sweetheart?

- Joseph.

- Joseph?

Honey, why are you

all alone on this bus?

- Just keep breathing.

- I can unfuck this.

I know this guy in Texas.

Runs one of those small

dirt airfields.

It's right on the border, man.

It's perfect.

We get there,

we jump on a plane.

He can take us wherever

the f*** we want to go.

South America, Central America.

Hey.

What are you doing, man?

You're going

to get us all killed.

There's three of them

and 10 of us.

If we charge them,

they don't stand a chance.

They've got guns.

- I'm in a beaver suit.

- So?

- Mexico?

- I didn't say Mexico.

Just on the border.

Jump on a plane, go wherever.

- It's a plan.

- Why don't we just f***ing drive into Mexico?

We're not going to Mexico.

I'm going to get us out of this sh*t.

Cox's Sucker!

Jono?

Sorry we put you

in this situation.

Me too.

Remember that time

you f***ed my sister?

- No!

- Yeah, that's 'cause it never happened.

If you want it to happen,

you'll do me a favor.

Is he okay?

He ran away from home.

His sister picks on him

and his parents take her side

every time, apparently.

I hear that.

Move slow, a-hole.

Ah, this is not going

to end well for you.

Ah, go ahead.

Take the shot.

No, I'm not f***ing kidding you.

- Big-ass bags of money.

- Be the hero, man.

What if you miss?

Cox is going to turn around,

he's going to shoot immediately.

Maybe he misses,

maybe he doesn't.

- What if he hits... what's your name?

- Pauline.

She for sure is going to

be collateral damage.

And the mascot guy?

He's dead.

You're not going to do this.

Be seeing you soon.

Three hours out.

What's your name?

Eric.

Eric?

Sit in your f***in' seat.

We're on our way.

What's going on?

We need to head

to Galveston, Texas.

Galveston?

but we're not even going to

make Slidell on these fumes.

- Cops, this is robbers.

- What the f*** are you doing?

We're out of fuel.

We're ready to make a deal.

Hang tight, man.

You disobeyed a direct order,

endangered not only your life

and the life

of your fellow officers,

but dozens of citizens' lives

as well.

Anyone dies on that bus

and it's on you.

- Hand over your badge and gun.

- But, sir...

I think we're a long f***ing way from "but,

sir," Bauhaus.

I hope I'm not

interrupting anything.

But which of you decided

to endanger a busful

of civilian hostages

with an unauthorized roadblock?

- You must be he.

- Who the f*** are you?

Detective Marconi,

lead investigator on this little sh*t show.

I was sent here

by Deputy Chief Braddock,

and chief outranks captain,

so I officially release you of

your duties and responsibilities

and I officially reinstate you,

Officer Bauhaus.

Grab your sh*t, come with me.

- But, detective...

- I think we're a long f***ing way

from "but, detective," Captain.

That took balls doing what you did.

Why'd you do it?

There's a little kid

on that bus, sir.

I hate to be

the bearer of bad news,

but there's still

a little kid on that bus.

When I spoke

to one of the kidnappers,

there was something

protective in his voice.

It was almost like

he was thinking straight,

like a cop or a soldier.

- Or a sociopath.

- I don't think so, detective.

You don't think so?

Call it a gut feeling.

- How many are we dealing with?

- At least two...

the psycho and the soldier.

Possibly more.

Great.

Sir, why did you reinstate me?

I didn't. The hijackers did,

requested you personally.

Can you drive a fuel truck,

Bauhaus?

Does it have wheels?

You're a real f***in' moron,

you know that?

Driving the same car to your job

as you drove to a crack house?

I don't want...

Shut up.

You made it easy for me.

Where they headed?

Did they have an escape plan?

- Huh? Some friends? I'm talking to you.

- It's not my...

I'm talking to you.

Let's see what you got here.

Let me see what you got.

Oh, look at that.

Let me see.

Man, what the f***...

Oh, do...

Ow, ow, ow!

- I don't f***in' know.

- You don't know?

I don't know!

I don't f***ing know.

- Okay?

- Go ahead.

- Okay.

- Shut up.

What?

- He doesn't know anything.

- What was that?

Cox, Cox, Cox, Cox!

Jason Cox?

Cox said he's going to kill you?

Cox is going to come.

- Please don't hurt my baby.

- Cox said he's gonna kill him?

- Ah!

- Relax, relax, relax.

Hey, hey.

Relax. Shut up.

Please don't kill me.

- Get on your knees, get on your knees.

- Yes. Please.

I'll do anything.

Please, baby.

All right, boys. That bus is going

to stop on that f***in' bridge.

So what are our options?

We could hit 'em hard

with tear gas.

I'm not ready to gas civilians

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