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I'm on it.

Pinky swear?

I thought you didn't wanna

be treated like a child.

There's nothing childish

about a pinky swear.

Oh, my God!

You're the witness!

- What witness?

- Triple Six, the gang!

Her father was the money guy,

the accountant or whatever.

Until he got the brilliant idea to help

the Feds build a case against them...

They found out and they killed him.

- What you say...?

- She saw the whole thing!

She is supposed to testify tomorrow!

What? Am I supposed to

apologize for reading the news?

Maybe they'll think she's safe now.

And they're leaving...

Right, because they'll

take down an FBI convoy

but five dip-shits in a

shopping mall is too much.

They are coming back.

This guy had our phones jammed

before he even knew she was in here.

He knew how many we are,

he even knew where we were.

He came to the Montclair's door,

not to the food court like Jamie did.

How would they know that?

What about the police patrol,

he knows, he said they weren't coming.

- Fire arms?

- There is hardware in the laneways

So, we leave right now...

We get out and...

- Oh, my... - How many are there?

- Is there some place she can hide?

Wait... What? No way!

I don't get cut out!

- You promised!

- I also promised to keep you safe.

- I'm staying.

- We can't keep them out, Jamie.

Whoa, whoa, whoa... what?

No, no, those men are coming in.

It's just a matter of time.

- We have to hide her and we have

to do it now! - I know a place.

Now, now, come on.

Follow me!

Oh, my God!

OK.

It's just ahead.

I said it's not much

but it is hard to find.

Go.

Right.

Here you have a flashlight,

water and a walkie.

I know, I know...

But it's low frequency and

it still works a little.

That also means it doesn't

have a great range, so...

you know, don't get

scared if nobody answers.

I'm not gonna get scared.

Good. Now, is there anything

I could bring to help?

I don't know... a Teddy

bear or something?

- A Teddy bear?

- Yeah.

I thought you said you

have a daughter my age.

You don't have a clue, do you?

No, actually, we don't

see much of each other.

My parents are dead.

I've been in Witness

Protection for a year.

Even if I survive this

and testify tomorrow...

I still won't have

a family or a home.

- Eddie!

- Yeah?

- You got come and see this.

- Alright.

So, listen. Lock the door.

Don't make a sound.

Don't try to get out!

No matter what you hear. Right?

This is bullshit.

What? I promised to protect you and

that is exactly what I'm going to do.

Lock the door.

It is wrong.

- There! - Oh, Jesus!

- Where?

This is good.

Excuse me?

This is good.

- That's funny, I was just thinking this

is the worst night of my life. - Yes.

He's bluffing.

What do you mean?

If he knew for sure the

patrols weren't coming...

he would have his men drive in.

But what are they doing?

- Disabling our cars.

- Oh, my God!

- Oh, sh*t! They're gonna find Betty!

- What?

It's a 30.57 I keep in under my seat.

Like... conceal and carry?

What is the point of a conceal

and carry if you don't carry?

Rules! Bacon, you can't

have a gun on the job!

- We have to get out of here.

- No! We can't leave!

Of course we can! And should!

Because there are men coming

to kill us... right now!

And you know what?

Who are you anyway?

- You are not in charge.

- He is now. - What?

I, for one, do not wanna die tonight.

If you can do a better job,

let's see you hit it, yeah.

Whatever.

You're scared.

And it's gonna get you killed.

These guys are pro.

Hired under contractor.

You wanna get home to your wife and kid?

Stay in the building.

You don't wanna help us? That's fine.

Go, hide somewhere.

Nobody will judge you.

Tell me you have a plan.

Well...

The attack happened 45 minutes ago.

By now, the Feds know she's missing.

They'll come for her.

When?

That, we don't know.

Right now, time is our enemy.

Let's make time our friend.

There.

Come, go, go!

How do we get on the roof?

This place is sh*t.

Status?

Clear on Route Six.

Clear on the turn-in.

All clear, Sir.

Go.

- What the hell are we doing, man?

- Sending them a message.

Oh, my God!

Head out!

Move out!

Come on! We can't sleep out here!

Come on! Go! Go!

Get it cleaned up.

Come on, come on!

Go, go, go, go!

Come on!

Wait, I gotta go.

Vance! Damn it!

Wait for me!

Sh*t!

No, no!

Ruby?

Come on.

Worst possible sh*t to be hung over for.

Yeah.

- Get the body back here.

- Yes, Sir.

- Get this truck out of here.

- You got it.

We get the stuff.

Flashlight!

- Flashlight?

- Yeah. - OK.

- Power?

- Jesus! Tear the map down!

So, what's really going on here?

A girl showed up... Now this

psychopath is trying to kill her.

OK.

- We got a whole f***ing

gang after us. Go! - Sh*t!

- The doors?

-They seem to be holding for now.

- Hair Heady? - Upstairs.

- I took care of that.

He's the guy?

Yeah, he's Eddie.

He's in charge.

- You told her what's going on?

- For the most part. - Hmm.

The girl and gang...

I'm with you.

Well...

We don't have a lot of time.

I figured maybe 30 minutes before

they get into Montclair's

and another five to ten before they

are into zone B. We need to be ready.

So, what's the plan?

Buy time.

Take as many of them

out as we can, so...

If you got the opportunity to

hurt them, do not hesitate.

- I can use a bow.

- I can make bombs.

- Wow.

- What?

Internet, man!

Let's get to work!

Ruby, you hide in the perfume store.

Vance, you go to the KitchenWares,

you're the first line of defense.

Mason, you head to the Home and

Garden Store. You are the look-out.

All we gotta do is spend enough time

distracting them til the Feds get here.

- All right.

- OK.

Easy. It's a bomb.

- Yeah. - OK.

- Now...

- We go round the side.

- OK.- Yeah? - Go, go, go!

You got it?

I got it, I got it. OK.

All right, let's go. OK.

OK, OK, come on.

Right.

OK.

All right. Vance says the

patrols come through the lot.

Now, if you see them...

do not go out.

Get them to come to you. Right?

OK, OK.

Now, remember:
SOS,

short, short, short...

long, long, long,

short, short, short, OK?

short, short, short,

long, long, long...

- Short, short...

- Johnny, Johnny, listen, listen to me!

Do as I say and you'll be fine.

Alright?

OK.

Go, go!

- What are you doing?

- Watching out for myself.

What if you get scared, tells them where

I am? I'm screwed in that stupid closet.

If I'm gonna hide,

it'll be somewhere where nobody knows.

Plus, I can help.

No way! We talked about this.

- I have an idea.

- Really?

You got a lot to clear.

The car's ready.

Plug us in.

Sh*t.

She's in the building.

Scorched Earth.

Nobody gets out alive.

They're in.

Channel 47.

47's open.

Over.

What do I call you?

- Eddie.

- Call me Charlie.

Well...

Last chance, Charlie.

The girl is gone.

An ordinary patrol

will be by any minute,

not to mention the Feds when

they realize she's missing.

And we have home court advantage.

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