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So he just takes
a shot at you, no warning,
no nothing?

I'm responding
to a call, a domestic.

I mean, I must have been
on dozens of these.

I mean, this one's
no worse than any other.

I walk in, there's shouting, screaming.

This guy is pissed to no end.

But we start talking.

He's talking, I'm talking.

Everything's settling down.

And then, out of nowhere,
he pulls a gun.

Me, I'm bailing.

I hit the door, and then my--
my foot starts burning up.

I didn't even know I was shot.

That's a million-dollar
wound right there.

What do you think,

eight-nine months
medical leave, huh?

You better write
this one up good.

I got shot on duty.

Yeah, send your postcard
from the Keys.

Picture of me, soaking the foot
in a gallon of rum, huh?

What a lucky son of a bitch.

Hey, it's only your foot.

...to bring you
a developing news story,

our camera's picking
up the police,

who are responding
to what appears to be

some sort of
emergency situation.

Those aren't your kids
up there?

They're my sister's, Lucy's.

Her and Emmet, they split up
a couple weeks ago.

- The guy's name is Emmet?
- Emmet Carey.

Idiot, moron, loser,
piece of garbage.

He was abusive with Lucy,
so she left him.

What choice has she got?

- I gotta shut you down.
- Hey, man, I'm staying
out of your way.

The hostage-taker is watching
all this on his TV.

You're showing him
the situation.
We got two kids up there.

You're jeopardizing.
Shut it down.

- You get
what you need?
- Yeah, you?

- Yeah.
- We head up to the squad room.
File this report.

Some more paperwork on another
police-involved shooting.

Maybe we could grab
some breakfast.

- Is that the wife?
- No, no, no.

That's the aunt, the wife's
supposed to be at work.

Hey, detectives!

I'm Lieutenant Wennington,
Crisis Negotiation.

A man in there says
he's gonna blow up the building.

- He says he'll talk to you.
- Wait, wait, I don't understand.

- I don't know this guy.
- Yeah, yeah.

You talk to our hostage-taker
'til the power company

can get the gas line
turned off the building.

You gotta buy us
some time, okay?

You want me
to buy you some time?

- Yeah.
- How much time?

10, 15 minutes,
and then you're out.

I won't put you
anywhere near the line of fire.

Well, if he's in, I'm in.
Give me a vest.

- You want him backing you up?
- Let me have a vest.

What the hell
does he want to talk to me for?

He saw you on TV just now.

You ready? Let's go.

Nice and easy.

Emmet? Emmet Carey?

Emmet.

Mr. Carey?

This is Lieutenant Wennington.
We were talking before.

Did I tell you I did not
want to talk to you anymore?

- Mr. Carey?
- And you are who?

- Mike Giardello.
- Gi-what?

Giardello.

The guy I asked for is Black.

A Giardello ain't Black.

- I am Black.
- Okay.

Okay, you take me
for an imbecile.

I know Italian from Black.

My grandfather was Sicilian.
My grandmother Black.

- How are the kids?
- What?

- The kids.
- What about them?

- They're okay?
- You should see inside here.

Look, no bread and no milk.

No nothing.

Maybe I can get them
something to eat.

What do they like?

- I can get you something too.
- You hungry?

The-- the cop.

The cop wants to know.

Hey, Emmet.

- Who are you?
- My name is Stu Gharty.

Gharty?

- It is Irish?
- That's right.

Your partner's Black?

Uh, with an Italian name to him?

- That he is.
- How would I make that up?

- Let's see you.
- What?

I don't know if you're the guy
I've seen on my TV.

We should get your kids
something to eat first.

- How about that?
- You son of a bitch!

If you're lying to me
about who you are--

I wouldn't.

I wouldn't, I'm the guy you saw.

- Smell anything?
- That's gas.

I turned off all
the pilots on the stove.

- Easy, Emmet.
- You check out what I got
in my hand here.

It'll be very easy, fella.

Emmet, I can't allow
Officer Giardello to come up.

Officer Giardello.

I will take you...

my kids...

my damn self, all of us,

right out of here.

You think I'm lying?

That I won't
blow us all to hell?

I believe you. No.

Just-- just hang on.

The officer comes up,
he comes protected.

Is that understood?

Let's make the acquaintance.

I have an officer
with a shield leading.

- All right, Emmet?
- Uh, sure.

I'm just curious as hell
to see this Black Italian.

Yeah. Yeah.

That's you.

Yeah, you're the one
I seen on my TV.

- Black Italian, huh?
- Yeah.

My, oh, my.

Chitlin scaloppine.
Only in America.

Hey, what are you
looking at, Giardello?

- Nothing.
- No?

- No.
- Just now you looked away.

- I did?
- Yeah.

What, are you getting some kind
of instructions or something?

No.

Sure you are.
Sure you are.

You're starting off with
the crap right off the top, huh?

What kind of way is that
to make an introduction, huh?

I was just reacting
to you calling me
a chitlin scaloppine.

Well,
I just meant it as a joke.

No offense intended.

Hey, Irish, whiskey brain.

Your friend there,
he's very sensitive.

Sensitive, yeah, that's, uh--
that's my experience, too.

That's exactly why
I picked you, Giardello.

I saw all them cops
laughing at me on the TV.

Acting like this is some kind of

big fun, some big joke.

You were the only one
who didn't laugh.

What were they saying about me?

They were just
counting their blessings.
None of them got hurt.

One of the things you do
when you know you got lucky.

That cop, he did get lucky.

- I could have nailed him.
- Yeah, he knows that.

- That's why he was laughing.
- You didn't.

- I'm not him.
- It's because you...

take me serious.

I do. How are your kids?

- They're fine.
- Good.

- Anything I can get for them?
- Their damn mother. She--

she brings them here
to her sister's.

There's nothing here
for my kids.

They could-- they could
really use a good breakfast.

- Whatever they want.
- Zoey likes pancakes.

And Zack, he, uh--
he'll eat anything.

We call him Hoover.

'Cause, you know, he--

he'll vacuum up anything
you put in front of him.

What about you?
Can I get you something?

Me? No.
No, I'm all right. I'm fine.

Just get my kids some breakfast.
That's all I'm asking.

I'd, uh-- I'd give you
a little cash, but...

...uh,

I'm caught a little short
in my circumstances here.

I haven't worked in two weeks.

- I got laid off.
- Hey, we've all been there.

We've been short on money.

It's the way things are. Living.

But it's always only--
only temporary.

Every job I had,
I busted my ass.

No doubt.

What about, uh, Zack and Zoey?

They, um-- they like McDonald's?

Oh, they could live
at that place.

Well, you mind if I ask them
what they would like?

You ask them?

Well, they-- they are your kids,

and they deserve exactly
what they want.

I mean, they're special.

I mean, you and me, you know,

we got to make
our own introductions.

I-- I'd like to meet your kids.

What is this?
Some-- some kind of trick?

- No.
- No tricks?

You have my word.
Just let me meet Zack and Zoey.

Hey, kids. Come over here.
Someone wants to meet you.

Zack, you too, come on.

What did I tell you
about picking your nose?

Come on. Come over here.

Come on!

Hi, Zack. Hi, Zoey.

Hey, you want to go out
for breakfast?

McDonald's okay?

- I like McDonald's.
- Pancakes, right?

- And could I have a juice?
- Yeah, sure.

How about you, Zack?
What would you like?

He'll have whatever
Zoey's having.

Oh, yeah, whatever
Zack wants, Zack can have.

Zack doesn't know what he wants.

Zack will have
whatever Zoe's having.

That's how you keep the peace.

Go, go,
go back to your cartoons.

We want the gun.
We want the gun.

Get the gun.

- They're nice kids.
- Yeah, they are.

You got a lot to be proud of.

Zack, he's mine.

He's gonna-- he's going to be
the real deal someday.

- Your daughter, too.
- Nah, she ain't mine.

She came with the package when
I got involved with her mother.

But I treat her
like she's my own.

Just the way I am.

But where's the gratitude,
you know?

How about we take the kids
out to breakfast, you and me.

Where are we supposed to go?
I'm supposed to just
walk out of this place?

Well, you put the gun down,
and this thing is over.

How can I do that?

Nothing's right.

I--

I gotta get things
straightened out.

It's not right
what's been done to me.

We can--
we can make it right, Emmet.

All you gotta do is think about
what's right for Zack, for Zoey.

It's your decision.
They're great kids.

- Emmet!
- Get her!

What are they saying?

- Mom! Mom!
- Hi, Mom.

Stop it! Cut your crap!

You hear that? It's the bitch.

Emmet, we'll get this
straightened out.

- By you, your wife.
- She ain't no wife.

- Yeah, bitch!
- You can do the right thing.

- Moron!
- Oh! Oh!

Did you hear that?
Yeah, I'm a moron?

- Emmet!
- Don't worry
about her, Emmet.

- Emmet, don't worry about her.
Just talk to me.
- Coward!

Emmet, come back and talk to me!

Giardello, breakfast is over!

Did you get the gas shut off?

Cut the feed in
the apartment a minute ago.

No way he could
light up the apartment.

If he was gonna do it,
he would've done it

- the second
he shut the door on us.
- The electric was still on, huh?

Yeah. For the kids, right?

Yeah, well,
he's got them watching TV.

- They should have that.
- Phone line is secure.

We can call in,
he can't dial out.

Great.

We can take it
from here, if you want.

What do you mean, if I want?

Well, he trusts you, and that
is of the utmost right now.

And trust me
when I say he trusts you.

So maybe we can talk him out.

Which is why you should stay.

But it's up to you.

He's a lying son of a bitch.

You go up there,
bust down that door,

and grab him by his stupid neck.

He has a gun and your two kids.

Nobody's going up there
and bashing down anything.

He's not gonna use that gun.
Stop!

He brings that gun
into the house six years ago.

Says it's to protect
me and the kids.

What a joke.

He doesn't know
which end of the gun is which.

Emmet, he's an imbecile.

He shot at a cop.
You were there.

I want my kids.

You guys don't do something,

I'll go up there, kick his ass.

You're asking me
to maneuver him for a kill shot.

If need be.
If-- if there's no other option.

I give you a signal,
and you get him to a window.

And one of your guys shoots him.

Carey,
he's his own way out of this.

But yeah, we'll shoot him.

Emmet? Mike Giardello.

I want to talk to my wife.

Tell her I want to see her.

First thing's first, Emmet.
I got your kids some breakfast.

I told you, no breakfast!

Just get my Lucy up here.

Oh, come on, Emmet.

Let me bring the food up.
It's getting cold.

Kids gotta be starving by now.

- Turned the gas off, didn't you?
- Yes.

Bunch of wiseasses.

All right, you feed my kids,
and then I talk to my wife.

You have to get permission.

Emmet, I gotta talk
to my boss about that.

Meantime,
we can let the kids eat.

I'm bringing the food up.

Hung up on me.

- We should get the wife.
- No.

He'll talk her
into bringing up this food,

and then he'll shoot her.

We go up, you talk.

Don't agree
to any demands he makes

that you can't deliver on.

- Don't lie.
- Don't lie?

Well, don't get caught lying.

Emmet?

I got everything
Zach and Zoey wanted.

Get it while it's hot.

You want to
deliver it to me, huh?

What kind of dope
do you think I am?

You're not coming
even close to here.

I'm hip to you, fella.
You understand?

- I do. Yeah.
- All right.

My-- my kids eat,

and then me and Lucy
get to have a private talk.

I'll have to get
an okay for that, Emmet.

Well, you will get
the okay on that, pal.

I will ask.
You can count on that.

Hot food. Coming over, Emmet.

Grab the food, Zoey.

Zoey, bring the food here.

Look at me, Zoey.

Zach wants his breakfast.

I should have never
gone to work.

Something was telling me

I should have stayed
with the kids.

I could have been shot.
He yells at me to get out.

I'm supposed to get out?
It's my apartment.

I'd have been there
when he comes.

I'd have grabbed him
and thrown him down the stairs.

I want my kids.

What? You're gonna shoot my kid?

No.

Yeah, your pals there
had her dead to rights.

No, she just gave us a--

whatever, a jolt for a second.

Because you thought it was me.

No one's gonna shoot
anyone, Emmet.

- That's not what this is about.
- Yeah, yeah.

You'd like to put
a couple pops in my noggin.

The food wasn't only
for Zoey and for Zach.

There's a coffee
and, uh, one of them

breakfast sandwiches
for you, too.

You got me something?

Yeah.

I was thinking that
you gotta be hungry, too.

I gotta talk to my old lady.
You gotta get Lucy up here.

You can't.

Hey, Zoey, Zoey,
don't let him get syrup

all over his face like that.

Get a towel, wipe him off.

- Hey, Irish. You there?
- Oh, yeah.

You know
how us Irish guys are, huh?

- Working fools, us Irish men.
- We are.

Work ourselves to the bone.

Work 60, 70 hours a week
for the wife and kids.

So she and the kids
can have it better than I did.

Well, that's what fathers do.

Yeah. It's our duty.

- It's our obligation.
- No arguing that.

- You got kids?
- Uh, who, me?

No, Mike there.

Am I married with kids? No.

Then what are you saying
you know for, huh?

You don't know.

I know what
my dad has done for me.

You don't have to have
kids and a wife

to appreciate what fathers do.

You gotta be thinking
about your kids' future.

That's what's what.

Wait, wait.

Cold coffee?

It's garbage.
What are you trying to do to me?

I can get you
some fresh right now.

You know what my old man says?

He says anyone trying
to give you bad coffee,

that's someone you don't want
to turn your back on.

Coffee gets cold.

You gave me
a lousy cup of coffee.

I-- I want to talk to Leo.

First Lucy, then Leo.

- Leo?
- Yeah.

My jerk-off boss,
the guy who fired me.

There's a guy
you don't turn your back on.

Where the hell's Lucy, huh?

How's she not here yet?
She knows all about this Leo.

You keep telling me
you arranged

to have her up here,
but I don't see her.

She's scared.

Hey, Giardello!

What'd I tell you
about taking signals, huh?

I'm talking to you.
You don't need to be
talking to anyone else.

Emmet,
I was just trying to find out

where your wife is, that's all.

What is it you want to
talk with her about?

Oh, I gotta hear this guy, huh?

He's out! Out!

Hey, Lieutenant Big Mouth,
you want this to be over?

Because this
could be really over.

- Take it easy, Emmet.
- Don't you easy me, you bitch!

Don't.

- Don't?
- Don't.

Don't, you're--
you're talking down to him.

- You're pissing him off.
- Giardello.

He's a boss.

You're leaving, Lieutenant.
You're fired.

He's going.

I don't hear anyone leaving.

A man ain't a man
if he's got no job.

You lost your job.

Lost? I was screwed, buddy.

Up the bazoo.

Fifteen years in at the Yards.

Out at Sparrows Point.

From a--
a grunt apprentice hauler

to a top welder.

I worked my way up.

Retrofit the Navy ships,
you know,

getting up to speed

to breaking them down
for scrap salvage.

Fifteen years.

Then one day, adios,
I get jacked.

I don't even get a kiss goodbye.

You got skills, Emmet.
You can pick up something quick.

- You're valuable.
- I've been downsized, fella.

My time is up.

Zoey! Zach!

Zoey! Zach! Are you okay?

- Get her! Get her!
- Mama! Mama!

- Hey!
- Emmet,
what's going on?

You get back on that couch,
Zach, you hear me?

Emmet, what's happening there?
Talk to me.

- Hey, you bitch!
- Who's he talking to?

- I don't know.
- This is what you arranged?

This is how I'm supposed
to talk to my wife?
It's not what I meant.

Look, I didn't
arrange this, Emmet.

You're not taking
my kids from me, you bitch!

Emmet,
you can be with your kids.

No one's gonna take you away
from your kids, Emmet.

You can stay with your kids.

Zoey! Zach!

I want you to walk out of there!

- You stay right where you are.
- Kids!

Your dad's
not gonna do anything.

You just get to the door
and walk out.

- You come to me!
- They're here with me!

- Emmet, talk to me.
- You let them go, I swear...

You swear? No, you shut up!

Shut the hell up!

Oh, Jesus!

- Get her!
- Emmet!

Ambulance!

We need an ambulance.
Come on.

Emmet, talk to me, damn it!

Emmet, what the hell's
going on in there?

Emmet, how are the kids?

Yeah! Zach's okay.

Zoey's okay.

Everyone in here's okay.

Hostage-taker fires two shots.

Hits his wife with both rounds.

One in the neck,
one in the chest.

From way over yonder there?
Man, that's a hell of a shot.

- Give the man a medal.
- Well, how did the wife
get there?

She slipped past
security somehow.

Means
she slipped past you somehow.

We're trying to determine
how she accomplished this.

She accomplished being dead.

Hey, it was no day at the beach

getting her body
out of the kill zone.

Oh, well,
give this man a medal, too.

This is on you, Giardello.
All's what's happened up there.

Oh, this is on me?
You want this on me?

Okay, I'll take it.

But we gotta deal
with it right now.

He's gonna want to know
about his wife.

- He'll ask. You lie.
- I lie.

He doesn't know
his wife's condition.

What, he couldn't see QRT
dragging her body out of there?

So maybe she was hurt,
but she wasn't hurt bad.

You tell him she's dead
and those two kids are dead.

He figures out I'm lying
and those two kids are dead.

We've got a news blackout.

He has no access to any
information except through you.

And I tell him what, then?

She ducked his shots,
got a scratch on her ass,

she sprains an ankle?

If that's what he wants to hear,

that's what you tell him.

But you let him take the lead.
You'll know how to talk then.

He's gotten violent already,
he gets suicidal,

or he threatens those kids,
at that moment,

you will get him to
where we can take a clear shot.

You'll shoot him.

Two kids up there we want alive.

What's the choice, Giardello?

Long time for
your partner to be gone, Irish.

He had to go take a leak.

Scared the hell out of him, huh?

Yeah.
Scared the hell out of me, too.

My wife, she's okay?

Well, my partner,
he went to find that out.

Along with taking a leak?
He's a very busy guy.

Yes, he is.

She's okay.

I couldn't hit
the broad side of a...

Well, whatever, uh...

It's the first time
I've had this gun in my hand

since I bought the thing.

I got it to protect my kids.

- Hey, Emmet.
- Giardello?

- How's it going in there?
- How's Lucy?

- Good.
- Good? How good?

Well, she had to go
to the hospital,

but nothing serious.

- What hospital?
- I think over to Hopkins.

- You see her?
- Yeah. Yeah, she's fine.

Zoey and Zack, they're okay?

Yeah, they're happy as can be.

Got their crayons
and their coloring books.

Great. Good.

They're there by you,
coloring, huh?

Well, what are they coloring?
Maybe I could, uh,
see their pictures.

You want to know
if they're here next to me?

No, no, no, just,
uh, maybe I could see

some of Zack
and Zoey's pictures, that's all.

Why do you want to know if
they're right here next to me?

They're all right, right?

Did I tell you
they're happy as can be?

But you don't believe me?

No, I do. Yeah.

They're right here.

They're guarding
the door with me.

Their idea.

They're guarding you, huh?

They don't want
their dad to go to jail.

No one's saying anything
about going to jail, Emmet.

- No?
- No.

We just want everyone
to come out okay on this.

I shoot a cop, I'm not going
to get tossed in the crap box.

Is that right?

I know how you guys
are about your own.

That officer's going to
retire early because of you.

I told you, he's got it made.
He's [indistinct].

I send my wife to the hospital.
That's nothing, huh?

She's going to be fine.

She's okay?

Why is she sent to Hopkins?

I don't understand
what you're asking, Emmet.

Hopkins is for serious cases.

Guys I work with,
they-- they get a bump or a cut,

they go to clinic.

They get really hurt,
they go to Hopkins.

Lucy's hurt bad.

- Well, she asked to go there.
- She--

She asked?

She doesn't ask. She demands.

- Yeah, she did. Yeah.
- Yeah.

That's her.

That beautiful Lucy.

Not worth a nickel,
she demands Hopkins.

Goldbrick nonsense.

She's going to wipe out
my whole severance and for what?

For a bump, huh?
Is it a bump or something?

A couple of scratches.

Scratches, huh?

Well, you've seen her, right?
I mean, you talked to her?

Yeah, yeah, she's okay.
Believe me.

Yeah, if Lucy's hurt bad,

you guys would be
storming this place.

No.

Well, if you did, you'd be
steamrolling two innocents here.

Zach and Zoey, they're not
going to see me go to jail.

Now, we wouldn't do that, Emmet.

If you hurt Zoey, she gets hurt?

What can I say? That's that.

She ain't mine.

It's terrible to say,
but she ain't.

You hurt Zach, though,
and we're going to dance.

No one is storming in, Emmet.
That is not our intention here.

Now, you know we're going to
work this thing out.

No one's hurt serious so far.
No one has to go to jail.

This is all
you need to think about.

You think I'm not thinking?

You and me, Emmet,

we're just a couple
blue-collar grinds.

Every day, we get up.

Best we can hope for
is the plumbing still works.

We get a clean wipe.

Every day I get up,
I know it's going to be

another pain
in the ass day for me.

- Yeah.
- I get garbage from my boss.

- Yeah, I know that.
- From the family.

- Yeah, what's new?
- And friends.

Yeah, where are they
when you're out of a job?

I understand you going off.

You're snapping, Emmet.
Things get stupid.

You lose it for a second.

Do things, and--
and then you wish you didn't.

I understand that.

What I don't get is
you putting your kids in this.

You can't be threatening them.

You don't put them in a jackpot.

They're in danger,
and they got no vote in this.

You and me, we got choices.

This is going to be okay.

You have to make this right.

Did I say I was thinking?

Miracle shot
to have killed that woman.

- Yeah.
- Miracle.

She got
some bad juju going on, huh?

I got a bad feeling
about this one, Bayliss.

I give you five-to-one odds.

What, you would bet on this?

You know something?
You're the bad juju.

We got kids up there.

I'm-- I'm talking
about these highly trained,

sharp-shooting chuckleheads.

They're not going to be outdone
by some clown's miracle shot.

You know they're
talking about it, you know
they're going to pop him good.

Well, we got Mike
and Stu up there talking.

Yeah, they're highly trained
for the task, too.

Mike will talk him down.

Unlike you, he's got charm.

- He's got what?
- Charm.

So you what, you backing him?

I'll give you
twenty-to-one odds.

Okay, I'll do it.

- You'll give up your gun?
- For a pizza.

Watching these kids eat
has made me hungry.

I didn't eat today,
all day yesterday,

I was tore up worrying.

You know,
see the house all empty.

I can't even remember
the last thing I ate.

The gun for a pizza.

That's a deal, Emmet.

It's kind of early
to find pizza.

I know a place.

I come out of this
with some dignity.

I walk out good. Walk out safe.

With my kids.

I'm not a moron.

I'm no coward, and I don't want
no one thinking that of me.

I understand, Emmet.

All right, then.

Make it plain.

I-- I like my pizza basic.

That way you know
what you're getting.

A basic pie.

You and me, Giardello.

We're gonna have some pizza,

and then we're gonna figure out
how I come out of this right.

Make this good as hell.

Easy. It's hot.

- You got his candy bar?
- Let me get this straight.

These crisis guys,
they're gonna let you go up

to the door
with this pizza, huh?

And our pal, Emmet,
he's gonna open the door,

you're gonna hand him
the damn pizza,

and he's gonna hand you his gun?

That's the plan, champ.

Yeah, and if he doesn't
give you the gun?

- QRT. They shoot him dead.
- What if he shoots first?

Shoots you?

And then-- and then your old man
comes back into town.

- He's where?
- I don't know. Out of town.

So the lieutenant
comes back into town,

and I gotta tell him
how I let you get shot.

My father was here,

he'd be the first one
in that door.

What, you don't trust me?

You don't trust me.

We share a pizza, we talk,
this could be all over with.

I have to come unarmed?

Yes. I'd like that.

I give up my gun,
you give up yours.

Our deal was pizza for a gun,

not gun for a gun.

You know I'm not gonna do
anything stupid, Emmet.

I'm no moron either.

Yeah, how's the pizza?

It's burning the hell out of me.

- You get my candy bar?
- Twix bar.

Right.

All right.

All right what?

Bring me my pizza.

All right,
I'm coming in with your pizza.

I'm delivering
your pizza, Emmet.

The pizza and nothing else.

Just take it easy, Emmet.

I'm gonna open
the door with my foot.

Zoey, go get the pizza.

I got a Coke here
and a candy bar for you too.

... Just the pizza.

Okay, hold your arms out, Zoey.

- Put your arms out, Zoey.
- Just the pizza.

- I want some.
- No, no, you just
had breakfast, damn it.

Got some expensive equipment
on there, huh?

Hey, on the table.

You know better
than to put food on the floor.

Take a piece out for me.

Take a bite.

- I don't like pizza.
- Did I just tell you something?

It's really good.
It's made special
for you, Emmet.

- I want some.
- No, what'd I tell you?

You have to listen to me.

You have got to learn
how to listen.

- She gets a piece.
- Just sit there and shut up.

Zach, you gotta listen
to your father.

Take a bite.

Take a bite.

She doesn't keel over.

I know you didn't put
anything hinky in my pizza.

Trust me, Emmet.
There's nothing on
that pizza except mozzarella.

Give Zach
the rest of your pizza.

You should have some, Emmet.

It's good, huh, Zach?

These kids would be
better off dead.

No. You don't mean that, Emmet.

- I know I'm going to jail.
- Emmet, we talked this out.

- You're not going to jail.
- I'm not gonna be charged?

You're taking me
for an idiot, then.

Look, I'm not saying

they're not gonna press charges,
that'd be a lie.

But being charged doesn't mean
you have to go to jail.

I'm no judge.

You got your side of the story.

You give them a chance, Emmet.

They hear you out,
you'll come out okay.

- I want to talk to my wife.
- Emmet.

You said get you a pizza,
you'd give me the gun.

I got you your pizza.

I want to call Hopkins.

You cut my phone off here.

I need to apologize to her.

Zoey,
I didn't mean to scare you.

You know I love you.

I really messed
this whole day up.

Wow.

I need to tell Lucy
that this didn't have to happen.

She means everything
to the kids and me.

She has every right
to be pissed at me.

I gotta make this right.

And I swear to you,
Giardello, I'm going to.

If I need to go to jail,
I'll go to jail.

I'll go. I deserve to.

I'll come out,
and I'll get a new job,

and I'll make things
good for my family.

I'm a church-going man.

I'm a God-fearing man.

And I got skills.
You said so yourself.

The gun.

Yeah, this is over.

I'm thirsty.

I could use a stiff drink.

I'll-- I'll have that Coke.

What's it like out?
The weather change?

Emmet, we made a deal.

The gun.

You look dead.

You give me the gun,

and everything
gets good again for your kids.

You want that.

I do.

I try all the time for them.
I'll never stop trying.

I never knew my old man.

- You get along with yours?
- Most of the time.

- Yeah, you do stuff together?
- Ah, once in a while.

But he's there
when you need him.

- I don't ask much of him.
- My old man...

I have no memory of him.

I-- I think
that's why I try so hard

to keep mine with me.

Zack, what are you doing? You--

You've had enough. Come on.

What are you going to do, huh?
Kids.

Someday he'll be big,
and I'll have to let him go.

I'll have to be a good father
so I can watch my kids go off.

Yeah, you gotta let them.

Yeah, you can't keep them
on a leash.

Not every good father
knows that.

Emmet, give me the gun.
It all gets easy.

Your father knew
when to let you go.

- So I could come home.
- And you do come back, huh?

- I'm home. That's all I know.
- He knew, too.

I'm not quite ready
to let mine go yet.

Hey, why don't you toss me
that candy bar,

my Black Italian pal?

- What?
- Nothing.

I know, I know, I know.

Pizza and soda and now dessert.

And I didn't put
anything on your plate.

I tell you what.

My Lucy will cook for you.

I'll have her--

I will ask her
to make you something.

Anything she cooks,
it tastes delicious.

She can really put it together.

She uses these
secret ingredients.

You like to eat?
You want to be at her table.

- Invite me over.
- I will, sure.

I owe you for the pizza.

If she does cook,
that first meal, I--

I think I better have
a food taster.

- That'd be wise.
- I think so.

Zoey, come over here.

It's okay. Come on.

- You can have her.
- What?

I'll let you take her.

Go on. You go on.

- Is Zack coming?
- One thing at a time.

Hey, Emmet.

We can all
walk out of this together.

Giardello, I just put
something on your plate.

Don't be an ingrate.

I'm being delayed by
the food compactor here.

Giardello.

- Before I change my mind.
- Zoey! Zoey!

- Come on. Come on.
- Zoey, it's okay.

- It's okay. Look, it's okay.
- No.

- It's okay.
- It's okay,
, everything's okay.

- Okay.
- It's okay. Come on.

Oh, my God!

You son of a bitch!

You kill yourself, you moron,

but you don't shoot your kids,
you son of a bitch!

You don't kill your son,
you moron!

- You son of a bitch! You--
- Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Hey, Stuart.

Stuart, you all right, man?

- Yeah, I'm good.
- It's one of the kids, huh?

- Yeah.
- Hey, Mike.

Mike. You okay?

The little boy?

Oh, no.

I had the moment.

There was the moment.