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within the past week or so?

I'll just need

the last four of your social

in order to proceed.

Sure, no problem.

One-one-two-zero.

Yes, sir.

Several calls to Galveston, Texas.

405-5...

Yeah.

Tell me something good.

Looks like they're headed

to Texas,

making a run for the border

or some sh*t.

Clich.

I'm gonna send one of our guys

out to pick up Vaughn's daughter.

That way we can do an exchange.

- What, no exchange?

- No daughter, Derrick. No daughter.

Mr. Pope,

I think this is just our best chance to...

Let me make this clear...

we are not going to kidnap

a bedridden little girl

with f***ing cancer.

if there's any f***ing hair left

on that poor little girl's head.

You're gonna leave her alone,

you're gonna leave her mom alone.

And if she has

a f***ing teddy bear,

you're going to leave the f***ing

teddy bear alone as well.

Our problem's with Vaughn, not them.

Is that understood?

Is that understood?

Understood.

Now get me my money back.

Galveston Air Cargo,

Jono speaking.

Anyone there?

Hey, cocksuckers,

someone pick up.

Pick up, pick up,

pick up, pick up, pick up.

So how about it?

A little mano-y-mano meet and greet?

What makes you think

we want to do that?

I hear your compadre

isn't doing too good.

Word on the street

is he's having

a serious allergic reaction

to bullets.

Come on, Vaughn,

let me get him some medical supplies.

At least give him a chance.

Get back to you in a minute.

How's he doing?

He's f***ing dying.

He needs blood.

If not blood, he needs fluids,

IV, something,

- or he's gonna die.

- He needs a hospital, man.

Not going

to the f***ing hospital.

You want him to die?

What the f*** you just ask me?

You listen to me,

you motherf***er,

that guy, dying,

we grew up together.

He's the only f***ing friend

I've ever had.

So don't f***ing ask me

if I want him to die!

I don't want to die, man.

I don't want to die.

If we get you the sh*t you need,

can you keep him alive?

Hey, f***ing IV sh*t?

We get it, can you keep him alive?

Yes or no?

Definitely for longer,

but I don't know how long.

You there?

Yeah.

All right, we need to get IVs,

pain meds, bandages,

clotting agents.

Can you do that?

I can get all that for you.

I just need

to deliver it in person.

Of course you do.

Here's the catch...

we're not stopping the bus.

I can work with that.

Go for Marconi.

Detective Marconi,

this is Officer Bauhaus.

I've got an ID on one of the hijackers,

a Luke Vaughn.

Looks like he did some time

in Bibb's Correctional

and served in the army.

You get an address?

I'm actually standing

out front right now.

Neighbors say that he

moved in with his sister.

Any ID on the sister?

No,

no one... no one knows anything about her.

Well, it's a start.

Anything else?

Yeah, I was thinking about

heading over to this Swan Casino.

Vaughn works there.

I don't know.

- Ask a few questions, check it out.

- No, no, no, no.

I'll send one of my guys.

Okay? You just...

You've had a rough one, Bauhaus.

Just hang at the station.

I'll hit you back when I need you.

- Get started.

- Okay. Okay. Tom?

- Nice little party you got here.

- Hold this.

Lucky there's a doctor

on the bus.

She's not a doctor.

She's a vet student.

Not so lucky then.

What's this?

Pain meds.

Right. Okay.

Careful.

I have thin veins.

- Holy sh*t, he's dead!

- Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God!

- What the f*** do you mean, "he's dead"?

What the f*** do you mean

he's dead?

- Ask the vet.

- What the f*** you do, b*tch?

I didn't do...

I didn't do anything!

- Huh?

- I didn't do anything!

Well, you'd better do something!

Do CPR, something!

Work on him!

It wasn't her.

Okay, see what's in the bag!

Tom, check his pulse!

I think it's for you.

Uh, don't die.

Mr. Pope?

You know, I see you every day,

every day on that floor

for the past five years.

And every day I think to myself,

"Today's the day Luke is

going to come to the office,

"ask to come back."

That day never comes.

This isn't how I wanted it

to go down.

I know, son, but we do have a

bit of a situation on our hands.

- Wouldn't you say?

- Yeah.

There doesn't seem to be

a whole lot of out.

Well, here's one you might

not have considered.

Put a bullet in Cox,

throw yourself and my money

into the man standing

in front of you.

Everyone gets off the bus.

No one knows about my money

or its origins.

You get carted off to jail.

Except you never make it.

Instead, you disappear

with enough cash to save Riley

and start a new life

far away from here.

I wish I could believe you,

Mr. Pope.

But you and I both know you're

a man that lives by his rules.

I'd make an exception

for an old friend.

But this is a right-now,

one-time deal only, pal.

You need to fold your hand,

walk away from the table,

or I'm taking your whole stack.

I appreciate the out.

You and I both know that's a sucker's bet.

You don't make exceptions.

Sorry.

No deal.

Me too.

No deal.

- What the f***'s going on?

- Detective Marconi here

is in Mr. Pope's

back pocket.

What'd you do?

What the f*** did you do?

Did you kill my friend,

you piece of sh*t?

Is that what you did?

You kill my f***ing friend?

- F***er!

- Whoa, whoa!

- What the f*** are you doing?

- No, you can't kill him.

Just listen to me.

To us, he's Pope's errand boy.

To the rest of the world,

he's a cop.

We kill a cop,

the whole world comes crashing down on us.

Get him off this f***ing bus

or I'm gonna kill him!

Something is happening.

This is the bus 657 hostage situation.

It appears that the bus

is slowing down now

and the doors are opening.

We're seeing now...

Whoa!

Oh, my goodness.

Catch these motherfuckers!

- We've got a problem.

- What do you see?

SWAT bikes.

Everybody get down!

On the floor!

Coming up on both sides.

Gas!

Get on the floor!

I can't see anything!

Everybody get down!

They're on the roof!

They're on the f***ing roof!

- Motherf***er!

- Get behind the yellow line!

- Get off the road!

- Ahh!

I can't hold it!

He blew out a tire!

- I can't control it!

- Go left!

Bus 657 has crashed

just outside of Galveston,

Texas, as the police...

Oh, f***!

- Stay below the window line.

- Stay down.

What the f*** are you doing?

- Let's go! Come on!

- Move, move!

We're surrounded.

We're sitting ducks.

Oh, what'd you do now, boy?

Black out

the f***ing window, man.

You got any more paint?

Flies around sh*t.

...to interrupt here,

but we do need to go to a live...

So what's the plan, detective?

One wrong move, we're

10 million hits on YouTube.

Call your sniper section. I want your

boys in position 10 minutes ago.

Roger that.

Snipers, get in position.

Get the the f***in' news

on the phone.

Get me the f***in'

news on the phone!

Cox, what the f***

are you doing?

- I want my 15 seconds of fame.

- Cox, Cox, what the f*** are you doing?

- You don't have to do this! You don't have to do this!

- What are you doing?

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