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with some things downstairs?

I'll be right there.

Well, this is, uh,

one hell of a deposit you've got here.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Well, you'll probably

wanna be on your way.

Uh, unless there's anything else

I can do for you.

Good. Right.

Well, I know how these vultures

out there can drive ya nuts, so...

You know, there's a back door

out if you, you know,

wanna be a little more s...

This check is bullshit, Tom.

What'd you think,

I'm just gonna waltz outta here,

you lying motherf***er? Huh?

Let you make a phone call,

have half the cops in New York

waitin' for me while I cash this thing?

- You can't lie to me.

- Look...

Shut your mouth.

F***!

You know who I am.

Now you sit down.

Everybody was gonna make out fine.

But you had to go

and put it together...

and now we got

a little problem here, don't we?

Tell me that part again about

why you didn't pay the ransom.

- I think we can do something here...

- Say it!

You were dealing with what?

- You had my son.

- You have no idea what

human garbage is, motherf***er.

Do you know what the f*** you're

talking about? No, I don't think you do.

'Cause look where you f***in' live, man.

Look at the airline man here.

This f***er won't pay one cent

to save his only kid.

- It wasn't gonna get him back, was it?

- Hey, did you read the papers? Huh?

Did you see the TV?

I took a bullet.

I risked my life to save your kid.

I took a bullet, and now you're gonna

try to f*** me out of my money. Huh?

- What's over here?

- Where are you going?

- Where's Mommy and Junior?

- Now I'll pay. Now.

- Oh, yeah.

You're gonna pay, all right.

Right now.

Do you have an account I can wire

the money to? I mean, you got to have

been all set up for this, right?

I mean, you're not dumb. You and me,

we go right now to my bank...

and we wire the money

from my account to yours.

Just the push of a button.

Just like that.

We'll just go down to the bank

and get it done.

Pick up the phone.

Wire it from here.

Uh, no, we'll go to the bank

and do it.

And you'll get the money and all I want

in return is you out of this house now.

Hey. You do not call the shots.

Well, then, you just go ahead

and kill me right here and now,

you son of a b*tch.

You f***! F*** you!

I'm not pickin' up that phone.

You got that?

I'm not pickin' it up.

Look, uh, you can kill me.

Go ahead. Kill me. Just kill us.

Let us live. Doesn't matter.

Any way you cut it, you're on the run.

Now, you can come with me to the bank

and be on the run with $4 million...

or you can just start shootin'

and be on the run with whatever

you got in your wallet.

It's up to you.

Come on, Jimmy. Let's go to the bank.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I got what I want.

Bottom line:
I got my son back.

And you d... you delivered him.

I got my own plane. I can fly you out

of here myself anywhere you wanna go.

You can still win this thing.

Think. You can still win.

We do what you say.

We go to the bank.

If anything goes wrong, you're gonna

turn around and I'll be gone.

Okay? And if that happens...

from this day on...

any time your kid leaves

this house to go to school...

go play, see a friend...

to buy a f***in' comic book,

you're gonna have to ask yourself:

Is today...

Jimmy Shaker day?

I got to him once.

I'll get him again.

And when I do...

I'm not gonna want money any more.

Do we understand each other?

Sure.

That's from Maris.

Call the airport.

Where are we goin'?

Mexico. Guadalajara.

David, this is Tom. Uh, fuel up the jet.

I'm going to Guadalajara.

Yeah, well, something came up.

I'm on my way to the bank now.

- Is the kidnapper with you?

- Absolutely.

I'll explain everything later.

Give Katie a call. Bye.

Antone, get me the Mullen house.

Sean, what's the matter, honey?

Come here.

Taxi! Taxi!

Stay on my right.

What are you guys doin'?

You can't park there.

Oh, we're just goin'

to the bank. Five minutes.

- Shaker?

- Yeah.

- How you doin', Jimmy?

- How are ya?

- Nice to meet you.

- Yeah? You too.

- How you doin', Mr Mullen?

Good to meet you.

- Hey.

Just wanna shake your hand, boss.

You made us proud.

- Well, you know, just doin' the job.

- Yeah.

What do you think

of this guy, Mr Mullen?

- Well, what can I say? He's the man.

- Yeah!

- Okay, guys, uh, take it easy.

- Later, Jimbo.

- Okay.

- You guys take it easy now.

- All right.

- You guys not gonna be long, right?

- No, just five minutes.

- No, no, no.

- No problem.

Mr Mullen,

what a pleasant surprise.

Welcome.

- Uh, have I still got any money

in this bank? I have to do

some business with Mr Shaker here.

- Yes.

- This is Michael.

- Mr Shaker, of course. Right this way.

Terrific. Okay, that's enough.

Let's get this man his money.

- Thanks very much.

- No, not a problem.

All units in the 22,

looking for DetectiveJames Shaker...

white male, 41 years,

wearing black jacket, white shirt.

Shaker is thought to be in the vicinity

of Madison and 90th Street.

Subject is an armed

New York City detective.

Just push enter and it's yours.

Four million.

Congratulations.

Yeah, thanks. Okay.

Hey, Shaker.

What's goin' on?

I just got a call over the radio.

Oh, hey, hey, it's my birthday.

You know, the guys are tryin'

to pull something.

- L-I got it covered.

- Can we talk to you for a second, man?

No, we have to detain you.

Shaker! Freeze!

Hey, he's over here!

- Put it down! Put it down!

Put the gun down!

- Put the gun down!

- Put the gun down!

- Hold your fire! Tom, it's me, Lonnie.

- F.B.I.!

- F.B.I.!

- Hold your fire!

- It's over, Shaker. Over!

- Drop it!

- Put the gun down, Tom.

Put the gun down.

- No!

- Step away! Tom!

- Drop it now! Drop it now!

- Put the gun down, Tom, and walk away.

Mullen, put

the goddam gun down!

Put the gun down.

- Down, Mullen! Now!

- Come on. Come on.

Put the gun down.

- Drop the gun!

- Come on. Walk toward me.

- Tom, don't do nothin' stupid.

- Put down the gun now!

- Put the gun down, Tom!

- Drop it!

On the ground, Shaker!

On the ground!

- Tom, put the gun down now!

- Down!

Stay right there!

Now, don't move!

Put the gun down.

That's right. Now, back off, Tom.

Just walk away.

- Go ahead, Officer.

- Two-one, Sergeant. Code eight.

A want at 1268 Madison, forthwith.

We have shots fired,

and a member of the service is down.

10-4. The bus is ordered.

Get up against the wall!

Move! Spread 'em!

Tom Mullen is with us!

Back away!

No! No!

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