Money Monster Page #5

I'm gonna put him on the air with you.

- Kyle.

- Yeah?

I'm gonna send one of my guys

over to Ibis's office

and see if they can

get some answers in person.

We've got a producer.

This kid's name is Ron.

Where the hell is Ron Sprecher?

- Christ!

- Oh, my God!

Ron! This stuff really works!

- What's the stock trading at?

- $4.25.

Christ!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t. Sh*t. My phone.

No, it's okay.

I need a break anyway.

Hold on.

- Uh, yeah?

- Hang on, Ron.

Hey, Charlie.

Hi, Ron.

I'm gonna put you on the air with Lee.

Lee, you've got Ron.

- Uh...

- Patching Ron in.

What do you mean

you're putting me on the air?

You're going on the air?

- Who is that? Where are you?

- Um...

I'm in my office with, um, Arlene.

Who'd you just tell my name to?

Is that Arlene from Product Placement?

Get off my jeans.

I thought you said the building was cleared.

It was. We walked every floor.

Uh, so, what's up, Lee?

Hey, are you coming back?

Where are you right now?

Oh, I've just been, uh,

going through tapes for tomorrow,

uh, but everything looks good,

so I think we should be in good shape, so...

Holy sh*t! That guy has a gun!

Imagine my surprise.

Now, do us a favor and get your ass

down to Ibis Clear Capital,

would you, please?

Uh, okay.

I like when he has the strippers on.

Right. Right. Sure.

- Don't be a schmuck, Ron. Get moving.

- Is this for real?

Hey, turn it up, will you?

There's a van and a crew

waiting downstairs for you.

Let's go. Come on. Move.

You should be downstairs already. Let's go!

What's taking them so long?

It's midday traffic.

What are you gonna do?

Got it.

So the home address is outdated.

The family that's in there now

bought it six months ago

from the estate of one Clara Budwell,

a 62-years-old deceased woman.

Ah! Mama's boy. What'd I tell you?

We tracked down the escrow company.

They confirmed all the money from the sale

went to her son. Guess how much?

Sixty grand.

It's a good thing you didn't bet me, pal,

since he fits the profile to a f***ing T.

There has to be a current address

with the escrow company.

Somewhere they sent the check to.

- There is, but we need a subpoena to get it.

- Captain.

Get somebody

down to the courthouse, ASAP.

Judge Reiner. He'll expedite.

All right.

We can try to gain access

through catwalks here

or a crawlspace here, and get them out

through the hatch in the control room here.

First, we save the hostages.

Second, we take out the psycho.

Okay, we're here.

Just, uh, give us a minute to get set up.

We've got Ron. I'm putting him up.

Okay, here we go.

We've got Ron Sprecher

reporting from outside...

As if this month

couldn't get any worse.

Ron, Ron, can you hear us?

I'm here outside Ibis Clear Capital,

where their CEO...

Security, there's a man down there

with a camera crew.

Make sure he doesn't get in the building

under any circumstances.

What did Teterboro say, Marta?

I gave them the tail numbers

of both of these planes,

no communication with either.

Okay, I'm gonna down there

and try and buy us some time.

I mean, obviously,

this guy just wants some answers.

So do we.

If we knew how we lost $800 million,

we wouldn't have lost $800 million.

I get that, Avery,

but we still have to say something.

Come on. You know Walt. He's an open book.

I know if he was here...

But he's not here, Diane. He's not here.

Okay, we can't just lock ourselves away here

and do nothing and hope it disappears.

We are a publicly-traded company.

We've got shareholders.

We've got a board of directors

and we've got a CEO, even though

we don't know where he is right now.

So, look,

I'm happy to have this conversation again

when Walt lands,

but until then, it's not our call to make.

So, he's got

the stage all locked up.

These are the exits, front and rear.

Now, the problem is,

this guy's got complete range of vision

throughout the entire studio.

So our only chance for a clean shot

is from these catwalks above the stage.

We're putting a man in position there

as we speak.

What about the bomb?

This is definitely a dead man's switch

here in his hand,

which means, if you take him out

without disarming the bomb first... Kaboom.

Got the warrant, got an address.

Sending a patrol there now.

Great.

You see this bulge right here?

That's the wireless receiver.

Now, Captain, if we can destroy that,

then the dead man's switch

is just another f***ing switch.

Except, in order to destroy it,

we got to what, shoot Gates?

That's where this guy slipped up.

If he wanted to ensure a kill shot,

he should've put the receiver here,

right over the poor bastard's heart.

But instead, he put it down here

next to his left kidney.

If the bullet's on target, we get to him

quick enough to avoid too much blood loss,

there's a good chance, Captain,

he could survive it.

I'm sorry.

Are you proposing

we shoot the star of a TV show

live, on air, in front of millions of people?

Yeah.

I need you to talk to somebody

from Ibis Clear Capital.

I need to talk... You wanna touch me?

- Don't put your hands on me.

- Andre? It's okay.

- That's, that's, uh...

- Diane Lester. I'll be happy to talk to you.

Do you have an earpiece

so I can hear everyone?

- Uh, yes. Yeah.

- Okay, good.

- Come on.

- All right.

Uh, we're gonna talk to Diane Lester.

She's the PR lady. She's the, uh...

CCO.

...Chief Communications Officer at Ibis.

Diane?

Okay, get ready to put her on screen two.

We're gonna put her on screen two.

We're ready when you are.

And go, Jim.

- Here she comes.

- All right.

First, let me start off by saying

on behalf of everyone here at Ibis,

we are prepared to do whatever we can

to get you to put down that gun, Mr. Budwell.

Now, I understand that

you've offered to compensate him

for his losses personally, Lee.

Well, we are absolutely willing to do

the same if it helps put an end to all this.

All right, you walk away now,

double your money.

She knows my last name.

Everybody in the five boroughs

knows your last name by now, Kyle.

Uh...

No, it's too late for your money, lady.

All I want from you is an answer.

I just wanna know what really happened?

Oh, goddamn it!

Well, the truth is

we don't know.

We don't know why the algo

suddenly went haywire.

And we don't know why the fail-safes

built to prevent...

God, I really hope she has

more to say than "We don't know."

We just don't know.

Are you kidding?

This is all she's got? Are you kidding me?

Sacajawea.

Fine.

Are you watching this?

This is getting out of control.

The amount of scrutiny we're gonna get

after this idiot blows himself up

is going to be unbelievable.

You thought it was bad before?

It's about to get 100 times more intense.

Look, don't worry, okay? We can handle it.

Gates is an idiot.

Just stay the course, okay?

I'm working Mambo night and day.

I would like to point out

that this affected all of us.

All our board, our managers,

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