Inside Man Page #9

It's your choice. You don't want that.

I don't want that.

And, you know, they'd like to do it tonight.

You got night vision?

- You got gas masks?

- Maybe.

- I'm this close to ordering it.

- Let's cut the crap.

First, you don't order an assault

when no hostages have been killed

and there's no immediate threat.

Second, if it ends that way,

whatever happens,

you don't get to be the hero.

You want to bullshit me, try harder.

Let's go.

Okay.

I tell you what. My ass is covered, sport.

But I would not get too comfortable

in here if I were you.

No? I got the cable guy

coming on Wednesday.

- Why don't you just walk out the door?

- I will.

I'm gonna walk out of that door

when I'm good and ready.

Can I get you to do that today?

I didn't think so.

Any other proposals?

Oh, please. Do not say "proposals. "

My girlfriend, she wants a proposal from me.

- You think you're too young to get married?

- No, I'm not too young. Too broke.

Maybe I should rob a bank.

You love each other?

Yeah. Yeah, we do.

Then money shouldn't really matter.

Thank you, bank robber.

I'm just saying money can't buy love.

Thank you very much. I'm...

I'm learning so much today, you know?

Look, why don't we go across

the street to the Killarney Rose, huh?

Forget about

this dangerous hostage situation.

- I'll buy you a beer. My treat.

- Thanks, Detective,

but I'm trying to stay away from bars,

if you know what I mean.

Well, if you change your mind

there's still a standing offer, all right?

Cellblock or the graveyard?

Prison whites or a toe tag?

- Make up your mind. Tick tock, tick tock.

- Hey! Hey!

We done?

You just crossed the f***ing line!

Buses, Kojak, parked outside.

You think I'm bluffing?

You roll the dice and see what happens.

All right. Now get the bunker up.

- So, what's up?

- Got him right where I want him.

Yeah? Where's that?

Right behind me with my pants

around my ankles, but it's a start.

Jesus Christ.

- What the f***, man?

- How long?

- He got the drop on you!

- Two.

- How long?

- What if he saw your face?

- Two.

- What if I didn't have my gun?

Two, maybe three hours.

You know, you're letting this cop

get too f***ing close.

What happened?

I gave him every excuse

to blow my brains out.

Yeah.

He doesn't bite. Why? He ain't the type.

Let's just step back

and think about this for a second.

We know that they planned this whole thing.

The tape, the cameras, the costumes.

There was a game plan,

but it never included aeroplanes.

He's up to something but it ain't violence.

I'm listening.

How's the reception?

- Excuse me?

- The camera on the truck.

Give me a close-up

on the second-floor window.

- Rourke?

- I'm on it, I'm on it.

No, no, no, no, no, no! F***!

Oh, sh*t.

Keith! Keith! Keith!

What are you doing?

What the f*** are you doing?

You mean beyond the obvious?

That's what I mean.

Come on, this ain't no bank robbery!

This is your fault.

I told you to get the buses.

F*** you! I didn't kill anybody.

I got 50 more people in here.

You f*** with me again,

I'll give you two

of the longest days of your life.

All right, look, just tell me what

it is you really want and I'll get it for you.

- I promise.

- I've told you. Two buses, a plane.

Right, right. And box seats

behind home plate at Yankee Stadium.

Come on, don't bullshit a bullshitter.

You planned every inch of this thing

right from the start.

You got everybody marching to your beat,

including me, and I'm through buying it.

You're too damn smart to be a cop.

Now get the f*** out of here.

What? You going to shoot me?

Do it. Sh*t, you got nothing to lose.

I damn sure ain't got nothing to lose,

so shoot me.

Do it.

- Shoot me.

- F*** you.

Tell them to send someone sane over here.

We got a big problem.

Hey, Detective, this ain't your day.

How you doing, Captain?

Look, I know you

put your trust in me and I just...

Well, you're a good cop.

Frazier, I need more like you.

But if you're going down on this one,

I can't go with you.

You got to understand this, though, sir...

No, no, no. Let me just tell you

what my problem is, okay?

I go to bed, everything's hunky-dory.

I get a call at 3:15, and there's what?

A dead hostage.

- Right, right, right. But I can end this...

- It is ended.

See, you think I got options.

I got to answer to the Chief of D's.

Darius is calling the shots on this. That's it.

Hey, Sarge.

- What'd he say?

- That's it.

Sh*t.

It's a tactical nightmare.

I know.

Well, first, this is the only way in.

Then we got to make it up the stairs blind.

Once we get up there,

we're right out in the open.

They have the advantage of cover.

They can pick us off like sitting ducks.

Then if we make it across the floor

and down the stairs,

we still can't tell the homies

from the good guys until they shoot at us.

Even if it isn't rigged with explosives,

it's still a f***ing nightmare.

Move! Move! Move!

Open the door!

Keep moving.

To the right.

Watch the hands,

watch the hands.

And let's not forget the possibility

of hostages being killed.

Right now! Put the gun down!

Back off or I shoot! I said back off!

Well, our best hope

is to separate them from the hostages.

If we can get two or three upstairs

and take them out?

Kill them?

Gun! Gun! Gun!

What if there's more than four?

Yeah, well, that's what's so nuts about it.

Anybody in a painter's suit could be a perp.

Maybe we should dress our guys up

like a bunch of painters.

And we should use rubber bullets.

Take head shots. Put their lights out.

Not a bad idea.

Yeah.

Rubber bullets it is, baby.

If this goes down wrong,

they're going to dump this whole mess

in your lap, you know?

- I'm making First Grade.

- What?

I'm making Detective First Grade.

Things ain't all they appear to be.

- What the f*** does that mean?

- Detective First Grade Keith Frazier.

- Are you f***ing kidding me?

- Yes.

Thank the Mayor

and our mystery guest for that.

You cut a deal with those guys?

Never make First Grade? Sh*t.

Worked too hard to let that happen.

Everybody's getting theirs.

I'm gonna get mine.

I'll be outside.

What a day, what a day.

Detective, they're gonna storm that bank

without you? It's not right.

So, tell me about the kid

who pointed the gun at you, the 12-year-old.

- Now?

- Yeah.

Last year, up in the 33rd,

I was breaking up a fight

about a half a block from the high school.

This one little spic is getting

his clock cleaned by another one.

Do me a favour, Sergeant.

Just tone down the colour commentary.

So I bust up the fight,

I turn around

and this kid is pointing a. 22 at my chest.

- Is that right? Now, which kid was this?

- Another kid, an African-American.

- An African-American, right?

- Yeah.

Came out of nowhere. I didn't see him.

So, what'd you do?

What did I do then?

I'll tell you what I did then.

I got shot in the f***ing chest.

That's what I did then.

Yeah, so you'll pardon

my euphemisms, Detective,

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