HE GRUNTS
Argh!
Ugh.
– You...
You broke my arm.
– There are 215 bones in the human body.
That's one.
– Now, don't move. – All right.
WHISPERS: What are you going to do?
– Why do we stop now?
– Now, you gotta promise me you're not gonna kill anyone, right?
– Right. – Swear?
– What?
– Just put up your hand and say, "I swear I won't kill anyone."
– I swear I will not kill anyone.
– All right. Let's go.
– Visiting hours is 10:00 to 4:00,
Monday through Friday.
GUNSHOTS
GUARD SCREAMS AND GROANS
– What the hell are you doing? – Argh!
You son of a bitch! You shot me!
SOFT BUZZING Crazy bandit! Oh, God!
Don't shoot me again. Don't kill me.
– Oh, my leg. – He'll live.
GUARD GROANING
MOTORBIKE REVS
QUIET, INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND
– Son of a bitch!
Let's all try to remain calm.
– Open it, or he'll be dead before he hits the floor.
– There's no way, Connor. Let him go.
– Open the door! – It ain't gonna happen.
– Take it easy, Sarah. Easy.
– It won't work, Sarah. You're no killer. I don't believe you can do it.
– You're already dead, Silberman. Everybody dies. You know I believe it.
So don't fuck with me!
– Open the door.
Open the door!
DOOR BUZZES OPEN – Open it.
SILBERMAN GROANS – Back off!
Get back!
I'll pump him full of this shit.
– I swear! – Back, back, back.
SARAH: Don't move!
- Drop the shit! - Do it. Do it!
– All right..
Get in the office.
On the floor, face down.
Not you!
Open the door.
On the floor. Hold it open.
Face the wall!
– Arg!
This...
SILBERMAN: Get her. Get her!
ALARM BLARING
ALARM CONTINUES TO SOUND IN DISTANCE
ALARM BLARING
– Argh!
MUFFLED VOICES: Open it up!
– Hurry up! Open the door! The door's locked!
Let's go! Come on! Open it!
– Let's go, let's go! – Come on, come on, come on!
Argh!
– She broke it off. –Open it!
SARAH PANTS