Heist (2015) Movie Script

    Go!
    Morning.
    Yes, it is.
    Shit!
    Ah! Come on!
    You got $1.25 on there?
    Is this machine working?
    Is my machine working?
    - There you go. Five quarters.
    - Yes.
    All right,
    we've got a lot of people in a hurry here.
    - So whatever you can do.
    - Sir, it's what I've got.
    I got you. I got you.
    There you go.
    Hey, the machine's working.
    - $1.25.
    - All right, have a seat.
    Open the fuckin' door!
    Sir, I don't even know
    what you're talking...
    So you don't know
    what I'm talking about?
    No, sir, no.
    I do not.
    That's interesting, because we have
    you and your little slut bunny
    on camera getting all nice
    and cozy with the same guy
    in the parking lot.
    So I'm going to ask you again...
    Who is this fuckin' guy
    and where is our fuckin' money?
    I... I don't know.
    There's only so many ways
    that I can ask you nicely.
    This... this is nicely?
    Fuck.
    Oh, fuckin' Christ, man!
    What the fuck?
    What the fuck?
    Fuck!
    Fuckin'...
    No, God.
    Damn it!
    Let go of me!
    Babe... baby,
    I'm so fuckin' sorry.
    Oh, my God, baby!
    What did they do to you?
    - We don't know who he is, asshole!
    - I'm sorry.
    Asshole? Okay.
    Asshole, it is.
    She didn't mean that!
    She didn't mean it!
    Derrick!
    Derrick. Derrick.
    Thank you.
    Bat's not always the answer.
    Funny thing
    about these e-cigarettes.
    I miss the satisfaction
    of burning something
    of burning something down to fuckin'
    ashes in your hand.
    My apologies.
    Derrick can be a little
    overzealous at times.
    - Mr. Pope, this is just...
    - I'm not finished.
    You see,
    I've been Derrick's mentor for a while now.
    I taught him
    everything he knows...
    how to run a casino floor,
    how to run a business,
    how to really run a business,
    but most importantly,
    how to spot a thief.
    Because in our business,
    the #1 rule is
    "Never let anyone
    steal from you,"
    because if even one person
    steals from you,
    - even as little as...
    - 10 Gs.
    ...$10,000,
    it's a sign of weakness.
    It's a drop of blood
    in shark-infested waters,
    a hole in your defense.
    And when people
    think you're weak,
    they come in droves
    to take what's yours.
    Like flies
    to the proverbial shit.
    Now, normally I'd give
    Derrick here all night
    to make your regret
    stealing from me.
    No, but we didn't...
    we didn't...
    But now you've made me late
    for my own surprise party.
    I'm going to give you both 10 seconds
    to tell me where the money is
    and whose idea it was
    to take it in the first place,
    or Derrick here
    kills you both...
    - Oh, God!
    - ...and I lose out on 10 grand,
    which, frankly, means shit to me.
    'Cause you know what?
    This is about principle,
    not money.
    No, please.
    It's that simple.
    - 10, nine...
    - We don't know who took your fuckin' money!
    - ...eight, seven, six...
    - Please!
    - ...five...
    - No, Mr. Pope! Mr. Pope!
    - ...four, three...
    - We don't know who he is! Please!
    Mr. Pope,
    we don't have your money!
    - ...two, one.
    - Fuckin'! Glenn Haley! Glenn fuckin' Haley!
    He's staying at Candlewood, 451!
    And it's all her fuckin' idea!
    - What? What!
    - It's all your fuckin' idea!
    You fuckin' bastard! I can't...
    - Oh, fuck!
    - You see, Derrick?
    - No, fuck!
    - Bat's not always the answer.
    When it comes down to it,
    when it's you or them,
    as a species, it's in our DNA,
    our very nature,
    to choose self-preservation.
    I don't care if you're Mother Teresa,
    Mahatma Gandhi or fuckin' Ned Flanders.
    When the chips are down,
    we choose life
    over loved ones, every time.
    - Got it.
    - You know.
    Can I...
    Can I go now, Mr. Pope?
    Sure, you can go now.
    Derrick, show him the door.
    30 years. 30 years, not one
    vacation, not one sick day.
    - Now he's leaving us.
    - We're all going to miss you, Mr. Pope.
    - I'll miss you.
    - He's leaving us for good.
    If he owes you some money,
    you better get it quick,
    'cause he's out of here
    next week, okay?
    A toast to the man himself.
    Our hope,
    our savior, our Pope.
    Our Pope!
    Ain't much of a trick
    if you can't finish it, pal.
    Is that your card?
    How'd you do that?
    I can't tell you that.
    That's why it's magic.
    Slight of hand, my friend.
    While you're busy watching
    the deck in the left hand,
    the magic was happening
    in the right.
    Not sure if I want you
    handling my cards, friend.
    Will you excuse me for a moment?
    Dealer change.
    Very nice party, Mr. Pope.
    You are a very loved man.
    Thank you, Mr. Tao.
    Whoever said money can't buy love
    clearly just didn't have enough.
    This place will never
    be the same without you.
    I feel your absence may
    change my luck at the tables.
    Mr. Prince will make sure the Swan's
    tables are still the luckiest in the city.
    That's all I needed to hear.
    Sorry.
    Good to see you.
    - You need some water?
    - I'm okay.
    I just need
    a minute in the office.
    Mr. Pope?
    Mr. Pope?
    What do you need?
    - I'd like to have a word with him.
    - Not tonight.
    You've reached Sydney.
    Please leave
    your name and number
    and I'll get back to you
    as soon as possible.
    Hey, Syd, it's me.
    I was really hoping
    to see you tonight.
    I know you're busy, but, uh,
    give me a call
    when you get this. Bye.
    Hey, Carol.
    - Hey.
    - Hey.
    Any changes?
    No.
    Jesus, Luke.
    It's not going to cover what
    we owe on last month's bill.
    I'm doing the best I can, Julie.
    What? What is it?
    I'm sorry, Mr. Vaughn,
    but we've given you ample time.
    There comes a time when we
    have to accept reality.
    So what?
    I'm supposed to sit by helplessly
    and watch my little girl suffer?
    We're talking
    about my little girl here.
    You give me
    until the end of the week.
    You understand?
    You give me until the end of the week.
    - I'll get you every penny by Friday.
    - Mr. Vaughn.
    - Just listen to me.
    - Mr. Vaughn...
    Every penny by Friday.
    You keep her name on that list.
    She's going to get that surgery.
    I will get you every penny.
    Please.
    Friday, Mr. Vaughn.
    Friday.
    Hey. Talking about
    Princess Riley here
    and her best friend Monkey.
    And they were going
    to go into...
    Was it a very enchanted
    magical forest
    or was it a very scary forest?
    Scary forest.
    Oh, my goodness.
    Of course it is.
    Okay, so Princess Riley
    and her best friend, Monkey...
    Stop.
    I don't want to be
    the hero tonight.
    But you're the bravest
    little girl I know.
    I want you to be the hero.
    I want you to save me.
    Okay. I think that
    is a great idea.
    Princess Riley and Monkey,
    they got to
    the very creaky bridge.
    And there's an ogre that comes
    out from underneath the bridge.
    What do you think the ogre's name is?
    Luke.
    Smoke?
    Nah, I quit.
    Health?
    Money, actually.
    This one's free.
    Thank you.
    Vaughn, right?
    Heard you've been
    working here a long time.
    Too long.
    Bet you've seen some crazy shit.
    Yeah, man,
    I've seen some crazy shit.
    Been here about
    three or four months myself.
    And I've seen some crazy shit.
    Like this fat Chinese guy
    who comes in every week...
    biggest fucking loser, this guy.
    This guy drops a buttload
    of money every Thursday,
    just like clockwork.
    Well, you play long enough,
    the house always wins.
    It's the way this guy loses...
    making all the wrong bets,
    holding when he shouldn't,
    not splitting when he should.
    Fuckin' guy wants to lose.
    Shitload of money,
    every Thursday night.
    Nobody's got that kind
    of fuckin' money to burn.
    You know what's ever crazier?
    Every Friday night,
    a different Chinese guy
    comes to the high-rollers table,
    plays roulette,
    and wins fuckin' huge.
    I'm talking statistic-anomaly fuckin'
    huge.
    Every Friday night,
    like fuckin' clockwork.
    Why don't you just cut to the chase
    and tell me what's on your mind?
    The way it appears to me,
    is they're taking in a shitload
    of money every Thursday night
    and laundering it out
    through the casino.
    You're telling me this because?
    Put 'em in an awful bad spot,
    if someone were to rob them
    of that money.
    It's not like they're going
    to go crying to the police
    about someone stealing
    their dirty cash.
    Well, sounds like you've
    got this all figured out.
    I do, except for one piece.
    I need a guy
    who's been here too long,
    smoking habit he can't afford,
    and access to the vault.
    Thanks for the cigarette.
    So any thoughts on the matter?
    Yeah.
    Stealing from the Pope
    is suicide.
    The number you have reached
    is not in service at this time
    and there is no new number...
    Yeah?
    Got that address you wanted.
    Also a Luke Vaughn
    wants a meeting.
    All right, send him in.
    Shit.
    Luke Vaughn.
    What can I do for you? Sit down.
    I was wondering if we could
    have a word in private.
    Everything we say here
    is private.
    How are you, sir?
    I'm still breathing, Vaughn.
    Still breathing.
    Well, that's good.
    I suppose that's more than some can say.
    Oh, indeed.
    How's that pretty little wife of yours?
    Ex-wife now, actually.
    - She's...
    - Well, fuck her. I hope you traded up.
    Listen, Mr. Pope.
    I... I'm here to ask
    a favor, a big one.
    How big?
    $300,000 big, at least.
    What do you need $300,000 at least for,
    Vaughn?
    You remember my daughter Riley.
    She's sick, in the hospital.
    - Needs an operation.
    - Insurance?
    Insurance doesn't even
    cover the treatments.
    Been paying out of pocket
    for a month
    and I'm behind.
    So far behind that if I don't
    come up with money by Friday,
    she's gonna lose her spot.
    You know I don't run a charity here.
    Rule #3.
    "It's not a business
    if you give the money away."
    I remember the rules.
    This isn't charity.
    It's a favor.
    $300,000 that I'm never
    going to see again
    sure sounds like charity to me.
    No, sir.
    I will pay it back.
    I sign your paycheck, Vaughn.
    Who are you kidding?
    Mr. Pope,
    you're my only option.
    I don't make exceptions.
    Let me ask you something...
    what if it were you?
    What if you were in my shoes
    and your kid was sick?
    - Hey, hey, that's enough. Time's up.
    - What if Sydney was sick?
    Nobody's talking to you.
    All right,
    that's all the time you get.
    No, it's not all the time I get.
    He already answered
    your question. Come on.
    I don't accept
    his fucking answer!
    God damn it,
    get your fuckin' hands off me.
    I don't care what you don't accept.
    Get the fuck out of here.
    What about the shit
    that I've done for you?
    What do you want?
    A fuckin' cookie?
    What you did for me?
    You didn't do shit for me.
    You fuckin' ran away.
    I let you go away.
    You wanted to start a new life,
    you found God.
    I didn't want my little girl
    growing up hating me
    - for the man I'd become!
    - Get out of here.
    You've got what you want,
    I got what I want. Go!
    - Like you, God damn it! Fuck!
    - Move it!
    - You're a bad bet!
    - Get your fuckin' hands off me.
    - Hey, hey!
    - Damn it, don't touch me!
    You're fuckin' fired.
    Get him the fuck out of here.
    That was awkward.
    Yeah, well...
    What's with that guy?
    What's his deal?
    That guy would have been you,
    but he found love or religion,
    some bullshit.
    He just left everything.
    He turned it all down.
    I don't know, Derrick.
    What do you think?
    Maybe I should have
    just given him the money?
    I don't think the younger you
    would have even
    considered that an option.
    "Don't let sentiment
    cloud your judgment.
    "Relationships come and go,
    but principles...
    "principles are here to stay."
    Frank Pope.
    Glad someone was listening.
    Hey, ladies.
    Looking good.
    I'm in.
    But I was just fired,
    so if you want the vault codes,
    it's pretty much going
    to have to be tomorrow night.
    Let's do it.
    Who the fuck are these guys?
    My boy Dante. Mickey.
    Hey, man.
    This isn't what we agreed to.
    I've known this guy
    since we were kids.
    His favorite color is blue.
    He lost his virginity to Becky McCormick.
    Of course, I fucked her first.
    Anything you want to know,
    just ask.
    What's his dick taste like?
    Relax.
    Dante's bringing the guns.
    Mickey's got the car.
    Who said anything about guns?
    Feel free to leave yours
    with your fuckin' mommy.
    I'm not walking in there
    with just my dick in my hand.
    You do know
    who we're dealing with, right?
    We go in there with guns,
    Pope catches us,
    we're dead.
    It's my operation, Vaughn.
    The guns stay.
    You don't like it,
    take a fuckin' walk right now.
    Otherwise, nobody else here
    has a problem with it.
    So we good?
    What's your plan?
    Walk in there
    just after closing,
    stick our shotguns
    in their fuckin' faces.
    They'll be all tired and shit.
    They're not going to do anything.
    Grab the green stacks,
    walk the fuck out by dawn.
    Mm-hmm.
    - Keep it simple.
    - Yeah.
    Well,
    simple is usually the best,
    but what you've got here is the simplest
    way for us to get our asses shot off.
    You got a better fuckin' idea,
    we'd love to hear it.
    - Swan?
    - Swan.
    You got the vault, transformer room.
    Pepper's the vault.
    - Sugar should be the vault.
    - What?
    It's sweet.
    Everybody wants it.
    Makes sense for the money to be the sugar.
    Yeah.
    Fine.
    Sugar's the vault.
    Cox, you're the ketchup.
    Mickey is Sweet'N Low.
    I'm the salt.
    Dante, you're the pepper.
    Why do I got to be the pepper?
    'Cause I'm running
    out of fuckin' condiments.
    Dante, shut the fuck up.
    Nobody steals from the Swan.
    But that's because
    they're afraid of the Pope,
    not because it's Fort Knox.
    Now, the way I see it,
    we've got three things
    going for us.
    One, we have the access codes.
    That's on me.
    Two, we have the inside man.
    That's you.
    Three, we have knowledge
    of a certain security guard
    that likes his donuts and coffee
    and precisely 3:25 every night.
    - Every night?
    - Every night.
    Everybody with me so far?
    Mickey, you following me?
    Yeah, I'm following you.
    This is you with the car.
    Can I trust the car won't link back to us?
    You're going to pick
    Dante and I up
    right here at this bar
    at 3:00 A.M.
    - Where am I?
    - You're at work.
    You finish your shift,
    clock out, don't leave.
    Find your way to the
    transformer room and wait.
    - Until?
    - 3:30.
    There'll only be a few employees
    hanging around by then.
    You... you're going to be
    parked up here.
    Right by the scrambled eggs.
    Cool.
    This gives you a straight
    direction south on the freeway.
    Don't fuck it up.
    You said you
    got a straight shot,
    not we got a straight shot.
    There is no "we."
    We make it out
    of the Swan alive,
    I'm on my own.
    You have a problem with that?
    As long as we got our money,
    I don't give a rat's ass where you go.
    Let me know if you need
    a quick tutorial.
    Where'd you learn to do that?
    Fort Beginning for Boys.
    - Army?
    - Yeah.
    The only thing I served
    is fries, my friend.
    I'd never have guessed.
    Dante and I will
    lock-bump our way
    onto the Swan's main floor.
    The main casino floor
    is empty at the time of night.
    Everyone goes below
    to close out.
    Go, go, go.
    As long as I've known him, good old
    Jerry like to take a leisurely stroll
    to the break room for a
    stale donut and coffee
    right at 3:25.
    All the inner doors
    are maglocked
    with a three-point
    security seal.
    The vault itself
    is on a secure circuit.
    The rest of the system is hooked
    into the ship's old wiring.
    So wait for me and Dante
    to get into position.
    At exactly 3:30 A.M.,
    you kill the power.
    Let's go, let's go, let's go.
    From the time the lights go out,
    we have 10 minutes
    to get in and out
    before back-up generators
    come on
    and lock down the ship.
    Come on, let's go.
    Move.
    Let's go, let's go.
    Quick, come on. Let's go.
    This way. Let's hope
    this fucking code works.
    All right, you motherfucker,
    unlock.
    - Hey!
    - Whoa, whoa.
    What?
    Can you come back later, please?
    Thank you.
    Let's go!
    Move.
    Green bags only, dirty stuff.
    Let's go,
    in the bags. Hurry.
    No, we're good.
    Come on.
    - Let's do this.
    - Come on.
    Come on, come on, come on.
    Come on, guys, come on.
    Come on, come on, come on.
    Fuckin' A! Let's go!
    Quit fuckin' around.
    - Let's go, come on. Get the bags.
    - That's right.
    - That's nice, get out.
    - Let's get out.
    - Let's get out of here.
    - Let's go.
    Shit.
    If something goes bad,
    what's plan B?
    Plan B is run
    for your fucking life.
    Let's go, let's go, let's go!
    Shit, shit.
    - Fuckers!
    - Gah!
    Back to the...
    Ready? Go!
    - Ah!
    - Dante!
    I got you, man.
    I'm getting the fuck
    out of here.
    Come on!
    Get out of here, Mickey.
    Come on, get out of here.
    Get the fuck out of here.
    Get the fuck out of here.
    Get the fuck out of here.
    What the fuck?
    Un-fuckin' believable!
    This way, follow me.
    Asshole!
    This way! Fuck!
    Come on.
    Let's go, buddy.
    Come on.
    - Fuck!
    - Come on, man! Let's get out of here!
    - This way!
    - Go, go, go, go! Here!
    - Morning.
    - Yes, it is.
    - Ma?
    - Hi, honey.
    Mom, what are you doing awake?
    I couldn't sleep.
    Your medication isn't working?
    I haven't taken it yet.
    I was thinking of taking
    the dog out for a walk.
    It's 4:00 A.M., Ma.
    I worry about you.
    I'll be fine.
    God damn it, run.
    Ah!
    Ugh! Come on!
    All right, I love you.
    Good night.
    Come on.
    Go.
    Please, please.
    Open the fuckin' door!
    Open the fuckin' door!
    Let's go!
    - What the fuck?
    - Ahh!
    Close the door and drive.
    Let's go!
    Everybody be cool.
    We'll be out of here in a second.
    Cops!
    Take your mask off.
    We gotta blend in.
    Everybody act normal,
    nobody gets hurt.
    This is Officer Bauhaus.
    Multiple shots fired.
    I'm in pursuit.
    Fuck.
    She wants me to pull over!
    Keep driving.
    Fuck this!
    Ah!
    Shots fired.
    In pursuit of at least
    one armed suspect.
    Don't ever put your
    fucking hands on me again.
    Pretty sure shooting a cop is
    not very good for our situation.
    I'm in charge!
    Please describe the bus, over.
    Bus #657.
    I repeat, 657.
    I'm in charge.
    Noted.
    I'm gonna make this
    real fucking simple for you.
    Lose that cop,
    or lose your goddamn life.
    Whatever you say.
    We're cool.
    Calling all units,
    possible hostage situation.
    Commuter bus...
    bus #657.
    I repeat, bus 657.
    - Head I-10 west.
    - Cox, what are you doing?
    Improvising.
    Head 1-10 west!
    Go that way!
    Suspect appears to be headed
    towards Interstate 10 onramp, over.
    All units, we have suspects headed
    towards the Russell onramp.
    Set up stingers just west of Waterloo,
    right before the onramp.
    So what do you suppose
    they're up to now?
    Setting up a roadblock.
    Stop your vehicle.
    We're setting up a roadblock.
    There's nowhere for you to go.
    I need a phone.
    Who's got a phone?
    Who's got a lipstick?
    Thank you.
    - What's your name?
    - Rebecca.
    All right, Rebecca.
    What's your phone number?
    Get me the fuckin' cops
    on this thing.
    ...0-1...
    - Get me the fuckin' cops on that thing!
    All right, all right, all right!
    Dispatch, this is 657.
    Put me through to PD.
    Please stand by, bus 657.
    I can't stand by!
    Patch me through to PD!
    Do you need assistance?
    The fuckin' cops!
    Quit fucking around!
    - I can't wait!
    - Hey. I'm gonna need you to back off.
    - You know I can't do that.
    - Why?
    Because I'm the cop, and you're the robber.
    That's the game.
    - It's pretty black and white, pal.
    - No gray area?
    - No.
    - Oh, come on. There's always a gray area,
    - Officer...
    - Bauhaus.
    All right, you got a first name?
    Cops, now!
    - Patch me through to the police.
    - Quit fuckin' around!
    Kris, I need you
    to clear the roadblock.
    - Tell them to clear the roadblock!
    - Just give me a second.
    - I'm working on it.
    - Clear the goddamn roadblock!
    Listen to me.
    I'm going to need you to trust me.
    Kris, I can't help
    these people on the bus
    if you don't give me this one.
    Stay right there.
    Keep your eyes on us.
    But I need you
    to clear that roadblock.
    We gotta get on the Interstate.
    - They gotta clear the roadblock!
    - You do this for me,
    I promise you, I give you my word,
    no one gets hurt.
    Tell them that people
    are going to start dying.
    Captain Michaels,
    I need you to remove all roadblocks.
    I repeat... removal of all roadblocks,
    over.
    Negative, Bauhaus,
    I'm not letting them on the Interstate.
    - But, sir, I have one of...
    - The roadblock stays, Bauhaus.
    It's out of my control.
    Kris, I've got at least
    10 people on this bus,
    including a little boy
    and a pregnant girl.
    Tell them to clear
    the fuckin' roadblock!
    This lunatic?
    I can't control him if this bus stops.
    Tell them to clear
    the roadblock!
    You'd better keep
    your fucking word.
    Look out, look out!
    Go there!
    Kris, are you there?
    You okay?
    Eat a dick.
    You ever try a real cigarette?
    I only smoke vapor, baby.
    Used to just roll tobacco
    in paper,
    then enter the filter,
    now this vapor bullshit.
    Mmm.
    If and when you ever have kids,
    they won't even know
    what a real cigarette is.
    They'll just think
    it's something from old movies.
    What are you saying, baby?
    Everything dies.
    From the moment
    something's born or invented,
    we're on a one-way course
    with obsolescence.
    Obso-what?
    Yeah?
    Sorry to call you so early.
    No one calls with good news
    at 5:00 A.M.
    Derrick, there's no right way
    to break bad news.
    So how bad is it?
    - How much?
    - Three mil.
    I'm sorry. Maybe I just had a
    stroke on my way over here,
    'cause I thought I just
    heard you say $3 million.
    - Yeah.
    - Tell me it wasn't the house cash.
    - Who?
    - Vaughn, two others.
    - You sure?
    - Positive.
    - Where are they?
    - They're on a bus.
    Let's recap.
    A man we fired yesterday
    stole $3 million,
    that, if recovered
    by the police,
    implicates us in connection
    to money laundering
    for some of the city's most
    well-known criminal families.
    And you let them get on a bus?
    No, I didn't let them.
    They hijacked it.
    The cops got involved.
    Then I had to pull back.
    - So what are you going to do about it?
    - I'm gonna find 'em.
    The money will be back
    in this vault by tonight.
    Good, Derrick.
    I believe you.
    Now I want to speak with
    Vaughn before we finish this.
    All right, we are following
    this situation
    of a runaway bus.
    Suspected hijackers are on this bus
    and there is a very heavy
    police presence
    following the bus
    down the highway.
    Sorry, kiddo.
    Bus 657, please respond.
    - Turn that goddamn thing down.
    - Bus 657, bus 657?
    Come in, please.
    Are you fucking kidding me?
    What the fuck is wrong with you?
    Give me your goddamn phone.
    Did you take my picture, bitch?
    - No, I swear.
    - All right, everybody give me your goddamn phones.
    Give me your fuckin' phones.
    Give me your fuckin' phone.
    Give me your goddamn phone.
    Put your fuckin' phone in the bag.
    No, no, no,
    me no speak "Engrish."
    Oh, no?
    You speak English now?
    Okay, fine, sorry.
    Just my whole life is on there, man.
    - Give me your phone.
    - I'm looking.
    - Give me your goddamn phone.
    - I'm looking, I'm sorry!
    I just don't know where it is!
    I got it, I got it.
    Go ahead, go to him.
    Oh, what the fuck?
    - The kid's scared, all right?
    - I don't give a shit.
    - Don't move anybody else.
    - Jesus Christ.
    You're a real pleasure
    to be around, you know that?
    All right, everybody,
    just stay calm, all right?
    You work with us here, I promise you,
    you're going to get off this bus safely.
    How do you feel?
    I'm pretty cold, paisan.
    Put some goddamn pressure on it.
    All right, listen up!
    Anybody here a doctor?
    Nurse? EMT? Anybody got any kind
    of medical knowledge whatsoever?
    I'm a veterinarian student.
    - Yeah, bring her up.
    - Bring her up? What the fuck?
    "Engrish," get your ass
    up here and help her.
    Uh, okay, okay.
    Um, should I...
    Honey, I know
    this is really scary.
    We're going to get off this bus.
    They're not going to hurt us.
    Is that a rabbit?
    Does he have a name?
    - Big Ear.
    - Big Ear?
    He used to be Big Ears,
    but my sister ripped it.
    Aw.
    Well, I think he still looks adorable,
    one ear or not.
    What's your name, sweetheart?
    - Joseph.
    - Joseph?
    Honey, why are you
    all alone on this bus?
    - Just keep breathing.
    - I can unfuck this.
    I know this guy in Texas.
    Runs one of those small
    dirt airfields.
    It's right on the border, man.
    It's perfect.
    We get there,
    we jump on a plane.
    He can take us wherever
    the fuck we want to go.
    South America, Central America.
    Hey.
    What are you doing, man?
    You're going
    to get us all killed.
    There's three of them
    and 10 of us.
    If we charge them,
    they don't stand a chance.
    They've got guns.
    - I'm in a beaver suit.
    - So?
    - Mexico?
    - I didn't say Mexico.
    Just on the border.
    Jump on a plane, go wherever.
    - It's a plan.
    - Why don't we just fucking drive into Mexico?
    We're not going to Mexico.
    I'm going to get us out of this shit.
    Cox's Sucker!
    Jono?
    Sorry we put you
    in this situation.
    Me too.
    Remember that time
    you fucked my sister?
    - No!
    - Yeah, that's 'cause it never happened.
    If you want it to happen,
    you'll do me a favor.
    Is he okay?
    He ran away from home.
    His sister picks on him
    and his parents take her side
    every time, apparently.
    I hear that.
    Move slow, a-hole.
    Ah, this is not going
    to end well for you.
    Ah, go ahead.
    Take the shot.
    No, I'm not fucking kidding you.
    - Big-ass bags of money.
    - Be the hero, man.
    What if you miss?
    Cox is going to turn around,
    he's going to shoot immediately.
    Maybe he misses,
    maybe he doesn't.
    - What if he hits... what's your name?
    - Pauline.
    She for sure is going to
    be collateral damage.
    And the mascot guy?
    He's dead.
    You're not going to do this.
    Be seeing you soon.
    Three hours out.
    What's your name?
    Eric.
    Eric?
    Sit in your fuckin' seat.
    We're on our way.
    What's going on?
    We need to head
    to Galveston, Texas.
    Galveston?
    but we're not even going to
    make Slidell on these fumes.
    - Cops, this is robbers.
    - What the fuck are you doing?
    We're out of fuel.
    We're ready to make a deal.
    Hang tight, man.
    You disobeyed a direct order,
    endangered not only your life
    and the life
    of your fellow officers,
    but dozens of citizens' lives
    as well.
    Anyone dies on that bus
    and it's on you.
    - Hand over your badge and gun.
    - But, sir...
    I think we're a long fucking way from "but,
    sir," Bauhaus.
    I hope I'm not
    interrupting anything.
    But which of you decided
    to endanger a busful
    of civilian hostages
    with an unauthorized roadblock?
    - You must be he.
    - Who the fuck are you?
    Detective Marconi,
    lead investigator on this little shit show.
    I was sent here
    by Deputy Chief Braddock,
    and chief outranks captain,
    so I officially release you of
    your duties and responsibilities
    and I officially reinstate you,
    Officer Bauhaus.
    Grab your shit, come with me.
    - But, detective...
    - I think we're a long fucking way
    from "but, detective," Captain.
    That took balls doing what you did.
    Why'd you do it?
    There's a little kid
    on that bus, sir.
    I hate to be
    the bearer of bad news,
    but there's still
    a little kid on that bus.
    When I spoke
    to one of the kidnappers,
    there was something
    protective in his voice.
    It was almost like
    he was thinking straight,
    like a cop or a soldier.
    - Or a sociopath.
    - I don't think so, detective.
    You don't think so?
    Call it a gut feeling.
    - How many are we dealing with?
    - At least two...
    the psycho and the soldier.
    Possibly more.
    Great.
    Sir, why did you reinstate me?
    I didn't. The hijackers did,
    requested you personally.
    Can you drive a fuel truck,
    Bauhaus?
    Does it have wheels?
    You're a real fuckin' moron,
    you know that?
    Driving the same car to your job
    as you drove to a crack house?
    I don't want...
    Shut up.
    You made it easy for me.
    Where they headed?
    Did they have an escape plan?
    - Huh? Some friends? I'm talking to you.
    - It's not my...
    I'm talking to you.
    Let's see what you got here.
    Let me see what you got.
    Oh, look at that.
    Let me see.
    Man, what the fuck...
    Oh, do...
    Ow, ow, ow!
    - I don't fuckin' know.
    - You don't know?
    I don't know!
    I don't fucking know.
    - Okay?
    - Go ahead.
    - Okay.
    - Shut up.
    What?
    - He doesn't know anything.
    - What was that?
    Cox, Cox, Cox, Cox!
    Jason Cox?
    Cox said he's going to kill you?
    Cox is going to come.
    - Please don't hurt my baby.
    - Cox said he's gonna kill him?
    - Ah!
    - Relax, relax, relax.
    Hey, hey.
    Relax. Shut up.
    Please don't kill me.
    - Get on your knees, get on your knees.
    - Yes. Please.
    I'll do anything.
    Please, baby.
    All right, boys. That bus is going
    to stop on that fuckin' bridge.
    So what are our options?
    We could hit 'em hard
    with tear gas.
    I'm not ready to gas civilians
    on live television.
    - Full-on assault.
    - Civilian casualties?
    Inevitable in that scenario,
    but manageable.
    - Snipers?
    - We're going to need two clean shots,
    lined up from the air.
    But it's going to be risky.
    All right, start mapping out
    the assault just in case.
    In the meantime,
    get our best guys in that chopper.
    If they get a clean shot,
    we take it.
    - Roger that.
    - You heard him. Let's move.
    All right, Bauhaus!
    You good?
    You're working the hell
    out of that vest.
    All right, stay alert,
    stay alive,
    make note of anything useful.
    And if you can,
    get us a clean visual on the gunman.
    Copy that.
    No. Hell no.
    Give 'em old man death and that
    green-haired hooker back there.
    Look, we give 'em the kid
    and that woman,
    they think we're reasonable,
    they see it as a victory,
    - it buys us more time.
    - No.
    If we keep the pregnant chick
    and the kid,
    it gives us more leverage
    if shit goes bad.
    We have one medical emergency
    onboard already.
    If that chick goes into labor,
    they storm the bus,
    hostages be damned.
    All they're going to give a crap about
    is saving that baby in time
    for the 6:00 news.
    We're at the bridge!
    Talk to me, Forbes.
    You got your boys in position?
    We have eyes on the prize, sir.
    Bus is heading into position.
    - This is all you, Bauhaus.
    - Copy that.
    - Bus has stopped.
    - Bus has stopped.
    Three people leaving the bus...
    one suspect,
    one woman and a kid.
    You got a clear shot?
    Negative, too many bogeys,
    too many bogeys.
    Come back around.
    Suspect one by the fuel tank.
    That's too risky.
    May ignite.
    So what's the big plan?
    Maybe start a bus company and
    go head-to-head with Greyhound.
    Or you could turn yourself in and let
    the rest of the people off the bus.
    I can't do that yet, Kris.
    Hopefully soon.
    What about their families?
    What about your family?
    There's got to be someone
    out there that cares about you.
    I could find them,
    bring them here.
    I just need your name.
    Good try, officer.
    All right.
    Well... well,
    at least let me check out the hostages.
    You keep putting the gas in the tank,
    you can do whatever you want.
    They're heading
    into the bus, sir.
    No visual on the second gunman.
    What the fuck are you thinking,
    bringing a cop on the bus?
    Relax. She just wants to make
    sure everybody is all right,
    - we haven't hurt anybody.
    - One of yours?
    - Yeah.
    - He needs medical attention.
    - Let me take him out of here.
    - You're not taking him anywhere.
    You're going to get your ass
    off the bus.
    I always thought there
    was nothing sexier
    than a woman who fought back.
    Make one more fuckin' move.
    D, if this bitch shoots me,
    kill her and everybody else
    on this fucking bus.
    - You got it, pal.
    - All right, Kris.
    Tell your boss
    that everybody's okay.
    Bitch.
    Sir, suspect one
    and Officer Bauhaus
    have exited the bus.
    You got eyes on the other perp?
    Negative, sir.
    But we have a clean shot
    at suspect one.
    I don't know why you're doing this,
    but let me help you.
    Let me help you
    with your problems.
    You have no idea
    what my problems are.
    Come on! Let's get
    the fuck out of here!
    If you get a minute
    and have a chance,
    will you let me know
    how the girl is?
    Sir, should we take a shot?
    - It's now or never, sir. I have him.
    - Abort.
    Abort, let him go.
    Go for Marconi.
    This is Officer Bauhaus.
    - Well done, Bauhaus.
    - What have you got for me?
    ...proceeding toward Texas.
    Here you are.
    There you go.
    Enjoy.
    Can I help...
    You're a hard girl to find, Syd.
    What are you doing here, Dad?
    What? A father can't look
    for his daughter?
    And then find her
    in some grimy shelter?
    Missed you at the party.
    I was busy.
    - You know I'm leaving town?
    - Good for you.
    I'm not sure how long.
    Need me to water your plants,
    feed the cat?
    I was hoping
    to give you something.
    This says you own
    51% of the Swan.
    Derrick will
    run the whole thing.
    You won't have to lift a finger.
    The money will just be
    in a trust,
    with you
    as the sole beneficiary.
    You can't buy me.
    I don't want your money.
    - Sydney...
    - Dad,
    I know how this money is made.
    Oh, come on, don't be so naive.
    Nothing's that black and white.
    This money's as clean
    as the rest.
    Oh, that's bullshit.
    This empire you've carved out
    for yourself...
    - For you.
    - For yourself,
    it has a price.
    It cost you your wife
    and it cost you me.
    Sydney, please,
    just sign the paperwork.
    - I just want you to have it.
    - Why the urgency?
    Why now?
    What?
    What's the trick?
    There's no trick.
    It's in my...
    Are you dying?
    It's in my lungs,
    my blood, my bones.
    Nothing they can do, so...
    And you're leaving,
    and you think this might be
    the last time you see me.
    You always were
    a smart one, Syd.
    Then you should hear this
    before you walk out that door.
    You want to give me your empire,
    your beloved Swan?
    That place, that boat,
    that's been a cancer for me
    and for Mom and for everything
    good inside of you.
    That's what you're going to be
    leaving behind in this world.
    That's your legacy.
    If you love me,
    if you ever really loved me,
    you would take it and you would
    burn it all to the ground.
    You're not making
    any sense, Syd.
    - This is real...
    - Love is built on sacrifice,
    not dollars.
    What can I do to fix it?
    Oh, my God!
    Joseph! Joseph!
    So, are there any names you can remember?
    Any details at all?
    Um, yeah,
    they kept calling the one guy,
    the crazy one, Cox.
    Cox? Did they mention
    anything about a destination?
    Maybe why they hijacked the bus?
    I think they were being chased.
    - Chased by who?
    - I don't know.
    Did you see anyone chasing them?
    I didn't,
    but they were running and sweaty,
    and they kept looking
    out the window.
    So, I mean, I don't know.
    Maybe I'm wrong.
    - How's that?
    - That's perfect.
    - What do you think?
    - It's pretty... it's pretty close.
    I'll go run a search.
    Thanks, Dan.
    Listen, is this going
    to take much longer?
    There's just somewhere
    I really need to be.
    All right.
    Well, yeah, we're done here.
    We'll be in contact
    if we need anything else.
    So thank you for your time.
    Of course.
    Anything I can do to help.
    Okay, bye.
    Hello there, soldier boy.
    - Is that your kid?
    - Yup. Two tours, Iraq,
    one Afghanistan.
    He's a company commander now,
    stationed in Italy.
    That's a good assignment.
    You serve?
    I did,
    a long time ago.
    I thought they trained
    you guys to be heroes.
    Well, I seem to letting everyone
    down in that department lately.
    Everything's going to be okay.
    I need you to keep breathing,
    okay?
    What's your name?
    Rebecca.
    Thank you.
    - If I die...
    - You're not going to die.
    I just...
    I'm sorry.
    I'm gonna be right back.
    Tom, apply pressure here.
    So, um, where's my apology?
    You got tits?
    - No.
    - Then go fuck yourself.
    My name is Jason Cox.
    My bill was slightly higher
    than usual this month.
    I believe my son has been using my
    cell phone to call his girlfriend,
    who unfortunately moved
    to Texas.
    Have there been
    any outgoing calls to Texas
    within the past week or so?
    I'll just need
    the last four of your social
    in order to proceed.
    Sure, no problem.
    One-one-two-zero.
    Yes, sir.
    Several calls to Galveston, Texas.
    405-5...
    Yeah.
    Tell me something good.
    Looks like they're headed
    to Texas,
    making a run for the border
    or some shit.
    Clich.
    I'm gonna send one of our guys
    out to pick up Vaughn's daughter.
    That way we can do an exchange.
    - What, no exchange?
    - No daughter, Derrick. No daughter.
    Mr. Pope,
    I think this is just our best chance to...
    Let me make this clear...
    we are not going to kidnap
    a bedridden little girl
    with fucking cancer.
    if there's any fucking hair left
    on that poor little girl's head.
    You're gonna leave her alone,
    you're gonna leave her mom alone.
    And if she has
    a fucking teddy bear,
    you're going to leave the fucking
    teddy bear alone as well.
    Our problem's with Vaughn, not them.
    Is that understood?
    Is that understood?
    Understood.
    Now get me my money back.
    Galveston Air Cargo,
    Jono speaking.
    Anyone there?
    Hey, cocksuckers,
    someone pick up.
    Pick up, pick up,
    pick up, pick up, pick up.
    So how about it?
    A little mano-y-mano meet and greet?
    What makes you think
    we want to do that?
    I hear your compadre
    isn't doing too good.
    Word on the street
    is he's having
    a serious allergic reaction
    to bullets.
    Come on, Vaughn,
    let me get him some medical supplies.
    At least give him a chance.
    Get back to you in a minute.
    How's he doing?
    He's fucking dying.
    He needs blood.
    If not blood, he needs fluids,
    IV, something,
    - or he's gonna die.
    - He needs a hospital, man.
    Not going
    to the fucking hospital.
    You want him to die?
    What the fuck you just ask me?
    You listen to me,
    you motherfucker,
    that guy, dying,
    we grew up together.
    He's the only fucking friend
    I've ever had.
    So don't fucking ask me
    if I want him to die!
    I don't want to die, man.
    I don't want to die.
    If we get you the shit you need,
    can you keep him alive?
    Hey, fucking IV shit?
    We get it, can you keep him alive?
    Yes or no?
    Definitely for longer,
    but I don't know how long.
    You there?
    Yeah.
    All right, we need to get IVs,
    pain meds, bandages,
    clotting agents.
    Can you do that?
    I can get all that for you.
    I just need
    to deliver it in person.
    Of course you do.
    Here's the catch...
    we're not stopping the bus.
    I can work with that.
    Go for Marconi.
    Detective Marconi,
    this is Officer Bauhaus.
    I've got an ID on one of the hijackers,
    a Luke Vaughn.
    Looks like he did some time
    in Bibb's Correctional
    and served in the army.
    You get an address?
    I'm actually standing
    out front right now.
    Neighbors say that he
    moved in with his sister.
    Any ID on the sister?
    No,
    no one... no one knows anything about her.
    Well, it's a start.
    Anything else?
    Yeah, I was thinking about
    heading over to this Swan Casino.
    Vaughn works there.
    I don't know.
    - Ask a few questions, check it out.
    - No, no, no, no.
    I'll send one of my guys.
    Okay? You just...
    You've had a rough one, Bauhaus.
    Just hang at the station.
    I'll hit you back when I need you.
    - Get started.
    - Okay. Okay. Tom?
    - Nice little party you got here.
    - Hold this.
    Lucky there's a doctor
    on the bus.
    She's not a doctor.
    She's a vet student.
    Not so lucky then.
    What's this?
    Pain meds.
    Right. Okay.
    Careful.
    I have thin veins.
    - Holy shit, he's dead!
    - Oh, my God!
    - Oh, my God!
    - What the fuck do you mean, "he's dead"?
    What the fuck do you mean
    he's dead?
    - Ask the vet.
    - What the fuck you do, bitch?
    I didn't do...
    I didn't do anything!
    - Huh?
    - I didn't do anything!
    Well, you'd better do something!
    Do CPR, something!
    Work on him!
    It wasn't her.
    Okay, see what's in the bag!
    Tom, check his pulse!
    I think it's for you.
    Uh, don't die.
    Mr. Pope?
    You know, I see you every day,
    every day on that floor
    for the past five years.
    And every day I think to myself,
    "Today's the day Luke is
    going to come to the office,
    "ask to come back."
    That day never comes.
    This isn't how I wanted it
    to go down.
    I know, son, but we do have a
    bit of a situation on our hands.
    - Wouldn't you say?
    - Yeah.
    There doesn't seem to be
    a whole lot of out.
    Well, here's one you might
    not have considered.
    Put a bullet in Cox,
    throw yourself and my money
    into the man standing
    in front of you.
    Everyone gets off the bus.
    No one knows about my money
    or its origins.
    You get carted off to jail.
    Except you never make it.
    Instead, you disappear
    with enough cash to save Riley
    and start a new life
    far away from here.
    I wish I could believe you,
    Mr. Pope.
    But you and I both know you're
    a man that lives by his rules.
    I'd make an exception
    for an old friend.
    But this is a right-now,
    one-time deal only, pal.
    You need to fold your hand,
    walk away from the table,
    or I'm taking your whole stack.
    I appreciate the out.
    You and I both know that's a sucker's bet.
    You don't make exceptions.
    Sorry.
    No deal.
    Me too.
    No deal.
    - What the fuck's going on?
    - Detective Marconi here
    is in Mr. Pope's
    back pocket.
    What'd you do?
    What the fuck did you do?
    Did you kill my friend,
    you piece of shit?
    Is that what you did?
    You kill my fucking friend?
    - Fucker!
    - Whoa, whoa!
    - What the fuck are you doing?
    - No, you can't kill him.
    Just listen to me.
    To us, he's Pope's errand boy.
    To the rest of the world,
    he's a cop.
    We kill a cop,
    the whole world comes crashing down on us.
    Get him off this fucking bus
    or I'm gonna kill him!
    Something is happening.
    This is the bus 657 hostage situation.
    It appears that the bus
    is slowing down now
    and the doors are opening.
    We're seeing now...
    Whoa!
    Oh, my goodness.
    Catch these motherfuckers!
    - We've got a problem.
    - What do you see?
    SWAT bikes.
    Everybody get down!
    On the floor!
    Coming up on both sides.
    Gas!
    Get on the floor!
    I can't see anything!
    Everybody get down!
    They're on the roof!
    They're on the fucking roof!
    - Motherfucker!
    - Get behind the yellow line!
    - Get off the road!
    - Ahh!
    I can't hold it!
    He blew out a tire!
    - I can't control it!
    - Go left!
    Bus 657 has crashed
    just outside of Galveston,
    Texas, as the police...
    Oh, fuck!
    - Stay below the window line.
    - Stay down.
    What the fuck are you doing?
    - Let's go! Come on!
    - Move, move!
    We're surrounded.
    We're sitting ducks.
    Oh, what'd you do now, boy?
    Black out
    the fucking window, man.
    You got any more paint?
    Flies around shit.
    ...to interrupt here,
    but we do need to go to a live...
    So what's the plan, detective?
    One wrong move, we're
    10 million hits on YouTube.
    Call your sniper section. I want your
    boys in position 10 minutes ago.
    Roger that.
    Snipers, get in position.
    Get the the fuckin' news
    on the phone.
    Get me the fuckin'
    news on the phone!
    Cox, what the fuck
    are you doing?
    - I want my 15 seconds of fame.
    - Cox, Cox, what the fuck are you doing?
    - You don't have to do this! You don't have to do this!
    - What are you doing?
    - You don't have to do this!
    - Shut the fuck up!
    - You got 'em?
    - Please, Mr. Cox...
    You got 'em?
    They on the phone?
    Cox, what are you doing, man?
    I think you need to see this.
    ...bus 657 hostage situation
    where we have one of the
    hijackers apparently on the line,
    ready to speak with us.
    Go ahead, live on the air.
    Tell the cops to back off!
    I'll kill this motherfucker!
    I'm gonna kill him
    and everybody
    on this goddamn bus!
    He's not going
    to kill a hostage on live TV.
    Prepare to board the bus.
    - Sir?
    - Do it!
    Please, don't.
    Please.
    - Shut up, shut up.
    - Come on, man. Please.
    - Cox...
    - Tell the cops to back off!
    - Cox...
    - Shut the fuck up.
    Cox, we're not going
    to play it this way.
    Cox, we can't do this.
    You can't kill him!
    - Please, please.
    - Shut the fuck up!
    Don't shoot me.
    - You got a clear shot?
    - Negative, sir.
    - This death is on that man's conscience, not mine!
    - No.
    - I'm in charge. I'm in charge!
    - No.
    Oh, my God.
    Uh, uh...
    Fuck!
    All units withdraw.
    I repeat, all units withdraw.
    I would like to apologize
    to our viewers for that.
    I do not know what to say.
    - It's a very...
    - This is unprecedented.
    ...very grave situation.
    We will continue to learn more on this.
    That should have never happened.
    Hello.
    Hi, Daddy.
    Princess.
    What are you doing?
    Is everything okay?
    I'm fine, Dad.
    The nice policewoman said
    over here
    that you're being a real,
    real hero.
    I'm proud of you, Dad.
    I love you so much.
    You know that?
    All Daddy wants to do is to
    make everything okay for you.
    I just want you to feel better.
    If I could take
    all your pain away
    and make it mine,
    I would.
    You know that?
    I know that, Dad.
    I love you too.
    I'm gonna see you
    real soon, okay?
    Okay.
    I know about the bills.
    I know about the surgery.
    You're not going to be able to get
    that money here on time, Vaughn.
    She is going to lose her spot.
    I'll have that money there
    by 7:00.
    You and your psycho friend
    just killed a hostage.
    So for the sake
    of your daughter,
    give yourself up.
    You have no idea
    what's really going on here.
    It's not what it seems.
    Yeah, well,
    it all seems pretty fucked.
    And unless that bus grows wings,
    then you ain't got a hope
    in shit to make it anyways.
    The only way off that bus
    is with your hands up, man.
    God damn it!
    Get me off this fuckin' bus!
    Fuck! God! Fuck!
    Get me out of here!
    I got an idea.
    All right, detective,
    here's the deal.
    No more games.
    You fix the tire,
    I release
    all the hostages but one.
    Once I get where I'm going,
    I release the last hostage.
    Nobody follows us.
    I see someone follow us...
    choppers, police escort...
    I kill another fucking hostage.
    What do you think, detective?
    This gonna work for you?
    Deal.
    Sending in a mechanic,
    the bus is being repaired.
    And it appears we're close
    to a resolution.
    Go.
    I spoke to your guys
    and they're in position.
    So once the bus pulls out,
    it'll just be me and your guys out there.
    We'll take the bus,
    I'll put a bullet in Vaughn.
    I'll get your money.
    Sounds like a plan.
    Don't fuck it up.
    All right, it appears
    that some of the hostages
    are coming off of the bus now.
    One hostage remains on the bus,
    which now appears
    to be departing.
    The police have ordered
    news choppers not to follow.
    That'll be $1.25,
    gentlemen.
    Hey, Cox's Sucker!
    She's ready and waiting, my brother.
    Eh, he's a little
    indisposed at the moment.
    Wanted me to call and tell
    you we'd be there in 10, 15.
    And there could be a change
    in destination.
    She got enough fuel to get
    you anywhere you want to go.
    Hello?
    Anybody here?
    Put it down.
    You hungry?
    Eat rock salt, motherfucker.
    Marconi, please respond.
    This is a fuckin' shit storm.
    I'm done.
    All right?
    I gotta get out of here.
    I'm sorry, Mr. Pope,
    but if we'd done this sh...
    Anyone seen Marconi?
    Welcome back, Vaughn.
    I'd make this painless
    for old time's sake.
    Bullet-in-the-head
    kind of deal,
    but we had a lot
    of cleaning to do.
    What time is it?
    7:15.
    What are you laughing at?
    You remember that card trick
    you used to do all the time
    when I was a kid?
    The one I could never figure out
    'cause I was so busy
    watching the hand
    when the magic was really
    happening in the other hand?
    What the fuck you talking about?
    I needed to get the money
    to the hospital by 7:00.
    That was the deadline.
    Pay everything off by 7:00,
    Riley continues her treatments,
    she gets her surgery.
    So why are you smiling?
    You missed it.
    Are you sure about that?
    Or you been too busy watching
    the hand holding the deck?
    Check the bag.
    Where's the money?
    You forgot your own trick,
    Mr. Pope.
    You were watching
    the wrong hand.
    - You forgot the magic.
    - Morning.
    - Open the door!
    - There is no "we."
    We pull this off
    and get out of the Swan alive,
    I'm on my own.
    That pregnant chick,
    she goes into labor?
    They storm the bus.
    Hostages be damned.
    That was great, sis.
    I still don't understand
    why I have to be pregnant.
    Come on,
    who's going to suspect a pregnant woman?
    Where's the money?
    Is this going
    to take much longer?
    There's just somewhere
    I really need to be.
    Yeah, I'm her aunt,
    father's side.
    Your money's going to save
    a little girl's life.
    What about your life?
    That was a trade
    I was willing to make.
    You're a fucking hero.
    Saves your little girl's life
    by sacrificing your own.
    I'm touched.
    You see, you see...
    you have $3 million.
    So you know
    what I'm going to do?
    First, I'm going
    to light a match
    and I'm going to watch you burn.
    Then I'm going down
    to the hospital personally
    and I'm gonna see
    your little girl.
    And guess what?
    I want you to think about her suffering.
    Suffering...
    Oh, I'm gonna fuckin' touch her.
    Oh, you better believe it.
    What are you doing, huh?
    Huh? What are you doing?
    What are you
    trying to tell me? Yeah.
    See how it's not funny,
    bitch? Huh?
    Stealing $3 million is not
    so fucking funny now, is it?
    Rule #1
    is you never steal from us!
    If you do,
    we'll make an example out of a thief!
    Make sure you really know that
    you can't steal from us or me!
    I'm gonna fuckin'
    light your ass up.
    Fuck all.
    Time to light you
    the fuck up!
    This ain't on my family.
    This ain't on me.
    Don't touch my girl!
    What a fuckin' day.
    You gonna be okay?
    You know, my mother,
    she was a nurse.
    A good woman.
    Strong.
    She used to say
    when people were dying,
    on their last breaths...
    deathbed shit...
    they'd open up with regrets,
    things they wished
    they'd done different,
    stuff they were desperate
    to put right.
    And so she had this saying.
    "Regrets in death
    meant you'd lived life wrong.
    "Don't live
    life wrong, Frank."
    Dog me to a tee,
    would have made
    the same mistakes I made.
    I can't fix what I did,
    but I can stop it
    from happening again.
    I should go see my daughter.
    You're a good dad, Vaughn.
    Thanks.
    I didn't expect you to answer.
    I thought you might be...
    Dead?
    Yeah, me too.
    Strange, huh?
    You gonna arrest me, Officer Bauhaus?
    Well, the weird thing is,
    I could have sworn
    there were three hijackers.
    But everybody on the bus
    said there were only two.
    Well, that is strange.
    They're prepping Riley now.
    Vaughn.
    Best news I've had all day.
    What do you want me
    to tell her when she wakes?
    You tell her
    Daddy's coming home.

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