Money Monster Page #9

Where'd they go?

God damn it!

I knew this would happen.

- Let's go. Who's next?

- Charlie, in the sound booth.

How stupid am I?

Okay. Quick as you can.

Get those hackers working.

It's all your fault, Lee. You so stupid.

This is Dave.

I got your email, Dave.

Help you, we will.

This is Eagle One.

Target is in position.

Bunch of crooks.

Camby's never coming here.

We have to figure out a way, Kyle.

Patty, I really need to, uh, tell you something.

Okay, hold on, just a second, Bree.

No! Damn it! You need to hear this.

Okay. What is it?

Don't stop. Don't panic. Stay low.

I'm so f***ed!

- Eagle, Do you have a clean shot?

- I'm yellow. Yellow.

- Are you sure?

- Positive.

They're going to shoot Lee.

I heard every word. I was five-feet away.

Let's go. This isn't voluntary.

- Grab whatever you can grab.

- Jim. Take Jim.

- Let's go.

- Be careful.

I can't catch a f***ing break.

I'm never getting out of here. F***!

Lee.

- Just one time. One f***ing time.

- They're making us leave.

- Don't stop. It's gonna be fine.

- I'm good. Get Patty.

Look at me.

Don't look up. Look at me.

There is a sniper on the catwalk

at your one o'clock.

Where'd they f***ing go?

Huh?

He's about to lose it, Benson.

- Hold on. I got one lagging.

- Benson, hurry the hell up!

There is a receiver on your vest.

- Two seconds, I pull out my cuffs.

- Don't look down.

If he shoots it out,

it disables the trigger.

Get out of there, right now!

Come on!

- You got a shot?

- Are you green or red?

- Green.

- Take the shot!

- What are you doing? What are you doing?

- F***!

The button!

- Are you all right?

- What the f***?

They're shooting at me, not you!

God damn it!

Just keep your finger on the button.

Lee, can you hear me?

What is this? You been talking to the cops

this whole time?

That's Patty.

Listen to me!

She found Walt Camby.

I'm gonna take you to him.

But you got to trust me.

I got a plan.

Listen, you got to block my vest.

Go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Hey, wait. What are we doing?

- We're getting out of here.

Give me the mike.

Are you setting me up?

You want some answers?

We're gonna get some answers.

Lenny, you coming?

We're coming out!

Lenny.

You mind?

Ah, balls.

Holy sh*t.

- What's the matter with you?

- I don't like elevators.

Come on, Lenny.

Lenny, where are you?

What did I ever do to deserve

such a loyal goddamn crew, Lenny?

- Not much.

- That's right.

I need a satellite van and an audio package

downstairs in two minutes.

Lenny, where are you?

Jim, where's my feed with Lenny?

I need it right now.

Come on, Lenny.

Patty tells us to stay, we stay.

Okay, Lenny's up! He's live.

Yeah, Patty. It's always Patty.

My first day on the job she told me

I had a penis where my brain should be.

She's right. She's always right.

She stayed here longer

than she should have.

I know that.

The truth is I don't know what I'd do

without her at this point.

But if she was standing right here, right now,

I couldn't admit that.

But luckily it's just you in front of me, Lenny.

You and your...

Your warm eyes and your gentle soul.

All right, get the f*** out of here.

- I got a signal.

- Okay, are we live?

Time to find Diane Lester. Let's go.

- If you're still with us, here we go.

- Come on.

- We're going that way, Lenny. That way.

- Okay.

- Captain.

- No.

We're on the move.

Clear a path.

- That van comes with us!

- Clear the sat van.

What are these people doing here?

Now they've left the building.

They are taking to the streets.

Kyle Budwell and host Lee Gates

seem to be working together at this point.

Hello?

We're on our way to you now,

but we need something more.

We've figured out where,

we need to find out why.

He's been lying about everything.

Keep him away from the news

until we figure out the connection.

I understand.

Here. You should put your suit on.

I'll come back up for you

once they're all set up.

Thanks.

Jim, throw the feed into my sat van.

You stay with Lenny on foot.

We're gonna go Nat sound from his camera.

Where the hell is Ron Sprecher?

Patty! I just left the SEC.

I've been trying to call you.

Yeah, Ron, listen.

- Yeah, they got nothing over here.

- What?

Ibis's algorithm trades in dark pools,

so all their transactions are concealed.

The one thing I was able to find out was,

on the day of the crash,

Ibis's transaction volume

dropped by nearly 90%.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

How far away are you?

I'm on... Where am I? I'm on Vesey Street.

Bring me what you have, Ron.

I'll meet you at the corner of Pearl and Pine.

Start running. I'll see you in three minutes.

What, three minutes? That's a half-mile away!

I can't run a half-mile in three...

Hello?

What are you folks doing?

He's not O. J.!

Get off the street! That's a bomb!

Bombs explode.

You don't want to be near them

when they do.

Frank Ross,

reporting from the eye in the sky.

He is safely hovering above them.

It's a rather distressing scene

down here, honestly.

New Yorkers flocking to the melee

despite repeated police warnings

to stay clear of the path of a man

with a bomb strapped to his chest.

Apparently, a lot of people

sharing the feelings

of gunman Kyle Budwell this moment.

They are lining the streets,

they're cheering him on, as if to say,

"Hey, Ibis, show us the money."

...mat swollen fat

In stupid stacks, the cash

My money ain't funny...

They're a bunch of crooks!

Blow 'em all to hell!

Get off me, man! Come on!

Stay close.

Don't let them get a shot at the vest.

Now might be a good time

to tell you something about that vest then.

There's not actually any Semtex in there.

It's just clay. Blocks of clay.

What?

Yeah, I wanted to get your attention,

not blow up a goddamn building.

Stand down. Easy.

Well, they think it's real.

So whatever you do, don't take your finger

off that goddamn trigger.

We're in this together, you dumb sh*t.

The drama featuring

host Lee Gates and Kyle Budwell.

Wow, this is getting crazy!

Look at all these people!

My phone is blowing up on this.

If Kyle makes it out of this thing,

we got to get him on the show.

And the next time I have a bad day,

I'm gonna come in, "Glitch!"

Diane, why would Ibis's trading volume

suddenly drop 90%?

90%?

No, that's not possible.

Ibis's algorithms trade continuously.

Somebody would have had to have

taken the computers offline.

They would have...

Human fingerprints.

Walt.

If Walt took that $800 million

away from the algorithm,

what did he do with it?

I have his phone. Sh*t.

He's deleted all his emails.

Try texts.

Goodloe.

Mambo... Mambo...

He and the COO keep mentioning

"Mambo" over and over again.

"Mambo"?

Mambo, like the dance?

- "Mambo"?

- Keep it clear. Back it up, back it up!

Hey! Hey!

Get out of the way! Hey!

Get out of the way!

Patty!

- We're on it, Diane.

- Stop. Stop. Stop. Patty.

Get this earpiece to Lee.

He needs to hear me.

Great. But how exactly

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