The Last Heist Page #5
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- 2016
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But it doesn't matter a whole
damn. We're gonna breach anyway.
This is pretty much the
worst idea I've ever heard.
It's gonna be a
bloodbath in there.
You're playing with the
big boys now, Detective.
This is how we roll.
Whatever happens in there,
is on you.
Damn right it is.
What happens if Windows
is actually in there?
Then we'll take him down, too.
-He's our caller.
-I'm going in with you.
Then you better get
a vest on, Detective.
Sorry about this, man.
You should have thought
about that sooner.
Best laid plans.
Boss, you might
want to come see this.
Here we go.
Put your hands behind your back.
Put your hands behind your back.
You are?
-No, you're not.
You're Sinclair's guy.
AJ, take this medic
to the back room.
-You don't understand.
-Yeah, I do.
We've all read the same manual.
Get upstairs,
fuckface, let's go.
-Move!
-Move!
Hurry up, a**hole.
So, what's the
next play, Danny?
Why should I care?
Come on, you used to
be good at this stuff.
They're gonna breach.
They'd have sent a real
medic otherwise, man.
Yeah.
-We need to get him up.
-He's barely breathing.
He's better off out
there than he is in here.
-Hey.
-Looks like you're going home.
-Come on.
-I got you Rick.
Come on, come on.
There you go.
You OK?
Hold him steady.
You take care of him.
All right, come on.
Hey, Captain,
we got you some hostages.
Team two, go get 'em.
Everyone else cover.
-What about me?
-No, you we need.
Biggs!
Now's your
time to shine, boys.
I want you to go in the back
and tell me what you can see.
Yeah, we're on it, Detective,
but what if we make contact?
Observe and report only.
do you hear me?
Observe and report, my ass.
F*** that, we're going in.
-All right.
-Get down.
One, two.
This room.
Now, you listen carefully.
You want to live?
You do everything I say.
Yeah, yeah, tough guy.
Shut the f*** up
-F*** you.
-F*** you.
You do everything I tell you
and you won't get killed.
Sit down. Move!
How you doing up there, Chen?
Found my spot.
Setting up now.
Copy, let me know
when you're ready.
I could kill you
with my f***ing teeth.
That's great, because I can
kill you with my f***ing gun.
Hey.
On your knees.
Hello.
I said, "on your
knees," a**hole.
I just need a
moment of your time.
Take one more
step and you die.
OK.
-You killed my friends.
-I saved them.
-You cut out their eyes.
-I just want to go home.
Found an X-ray.
Good shot.
Stand by.
-You good?
-Let's go.
What have we got here?
What's taking him so long?
Biggs, tick tock.
Two minutes.
Yes.
All systems go, boss.
All systems go.
-Why don't you?
I'm not a murderer.
I'm not like you.
We're all the
same in God's eyes.
Just f***ing shoot him!
I'll be with you in a minute.
-Shut up.
-Come on!
Shut the f*** up.
It took me a long
time to understand
that we're all the same.
The street punk, the
professional, like you.
The cop, the banker.
We're all the same.
Sinners.
And then God spoke to me.
Yeah?
What's He sound like?
You wouldn't understand.
It was like I suddenly
knew what I had to do.
You're f***ing crazy.
I've been told so.
But you know what?
Maybe I'm the only
one who isn't crazy.
When God spoke to me,
He told me to save souls.
As many as I could.
Does that sound like
a bad thing to do?
God told you to cut
people's f***ing eyes out?
Couldn't just preach,
join a f***ing church?
He told me the eyes were
the windows of the soul.
And it was my destiny
to collect souls.
You see?
It's very simple.
God just spoke to me.
About f***ing time.
X-Ray's about to
execute a hostage.
Green light, repeat,
green light.
God protects
those who serve Him.
I just need
a moment of your time.
X-ray down, X-ray down.
Time to saddle up.
Keep your men outside,
whatever happens.
I don't know about this...
Listen, it's gonna be
blundering around.
Just stay out of our way.
All right, but if
we're coming in.
Fair enough.
Ready?
Showtime.
Go.
F*** you.
Hey, Paul.
You still with us?
That you, Sinclair?
You know this guy?
We go back a long way.
So, our mutual friends
and I were wondering,
did you get the stuff?
I got it.
It's right there on the counter.
So, it is.
Doesn't look like much.
Well, it's all there.
Shame you won't
get to spend it.
And you will, Sinclair?
You bring up a good point.
I don't think they'll miss it.
What's going on, Sinclair?
Just one of those macho moments
you like so much, Detective.
So, Paul, you know, the boys
aren't too happy with you.
Fifth time you've
ripped them off.
Sixth, actually.
Trenton, that was you.
We get around.
That's enough.
Really?
'Til I figure out what
the hell's going on,
you're under arrest.
I can see the wheels
turning, Detective.
So, let me guess,
you're not really DOD?
He's cartel, if you hadn't
already figured it out.
Is that true?
It's a gray area, but at least
you nailed a dangerous criminal.
We only realized what was
going on when you sent
that photo through,
so thanks for that, Detective.
You're welcome.
Jesus.
-What did you say?
-He said, "Run."
Looks like the
Calvary's arrived.
Hey, Detective.
Just in time, boys.
Like I told your
boss, Detective.
Stay out of our way.
Jones.
Over here.
-Don't be an idiot.
-Easy for you to say.
You don't have a f***ing family.
Drop it.
Drop it.
We can all get
something out of this.
We'll just say Paul got
away with the money.
We'll split it three ways, it will be
a pretty good payday for all of us.
Good luck spending
it in Folsom, a**hole.
It was just a thought.
I wouldn't worry
about me, Detective.
Give it up, Paul. There's
two of us and one of you.
It's time, don't you think?
You know he's right.
F***.
Well, you nearly did it.
Yeah.
Ten minutes, in and out.
It was supposed to be
the easy one.
Place like this, I didn't
think they'd miss it.
What was the back-up?
The elevator?
How did you know about that?
I'm not an idiot, Paul.
I read the building plans.
But you got it working?
Yeah, they bricked it up,
but they left everything there.
Smart.
Not smart enough, obviously.
No, sorry, Paul.
Paul?! Paul!
So, this is it?
Yeah, worth the trouble,
don't you think?
Yeah.
Sorry about your brother.
Go f*** yourself.
I'm starting to see
the family resemblance.
What are we gonna do with you?
If you're doing what
I'm the least of your problems.
But you can't be too careful.
Chen.
I'm here, I'm here.
It was always...
What the f***?
Are you OK?
I've been better.
I got this, Detective.
Do me a favor.
Go put a bullet in him.
Absolutely.
What the f***?
Danny, is that f***ing you?
Don't f*** with me, Danny.
Danny?
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