What happened?
l gave him every excuse to blow my brains out.
Yeah.
He doesn't bite. Why? He ain't the type.
Let's just step back and think about this for a second.
We know that they planned this whole thing. The tape, the cameras, the costumes.
There was a game plan, but it never included airplanes.
He's up to something but it ain't violence.
l'm listening. DALTON: How's the reception?
Excuse me? The camera on the truck.
Give me a close-up on the second-floor window.
Rourke? l'm on it, l'm on it.
No, no, no, no, no, no! Fuck!
Oh, shit.
Keith! Keith! Keith!
What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?
You mean beyond the obvious?
That's what l mean. Come on, this ain't no bank robbery!
This is your fault. l told you to get the buses.
Fuck you! l didn't kill anybody.
l got 50 more people in here. You fuck with me again,
l'll give you two of the longest days of your life.
All right, look, just tell me what it is you really want and l'll get it for you.
l promise. l've told you. Two buses, a plane.
Right, right. And box seats behind home plate at Yankee Stadium.
Come on, don't bullshit a bullshitter.
You planned every inch of this thing right from the start.
You got everybody marching to your beat, including me, and l'm through buying it.
You're too damn smart to be a cop.
Now get the fuck out of here.
What? You going to shoot me?
Do it. Shit, you got nothing to lose.
l damn sure ain't got nothing to lose, so shoot me.
Do it.
Shoot me. Fuck you.
Tell them to send someone sane over here.