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(Gasoline splatters)

Where is he?

What do you want from Joel Graves, Stan?

I want him in here.

You know what I think you really want?

What you really want, you know he can't give it to you.

You got ten seconds.

This isn't the way, Stan. It's not the way.

Your friends know that.

Your friends know when it's time to stop.

You get him in here

or this ends right now.

Just don't do it, Stan.

Just don't do it.

No!

Jules: Okay, explain this to me.

Flowers in a hospital.

Wow, thanks so much, they're so pretty.

Now you get to leave and I get to sit here and watch them die.

Sam: (Snorted laugh)

It's a gesture. It's the thought.

Jules: Mm.

Short term thought.

That's why I got you the plant;

I'm thinking long term.

How long you thinkin'?

As long as it takes, I'll be here.

Well, I don't plan on staying here for very long.

Good.

That's good, we're missing you bad.

Oh, yeah? How bad?

(Half laughs) Really bad.

Yeah?

Not so bad that the team's not looking for somebody to fill my spot.

Final round of recruiting is today.

Anybody good?

They're down to six.

(Whistles) From?

From three hundred, so... Yeah, they're good.

(Clicks teeth)

(Shots firing)

Ed: 308 round projectile travelling at 2750 feet per second,

projectile weighs 168 grains...

Eyes on the target.

Target Sierra at 100 yards.

Use standard atmospheric conditions at sea level.

(Firing shots)

What's the drop at 200 yards?

Drop at 200 yards? 3.8 inches.

Double the weight of the projectile.

What's the drop?

3.8. inches.

The drop is constant.

(Shot fires)

Ed: Donna Sabine.

You looking for a change of scenery of what?

Change of wardrobe.

Trying to get in the cool pants a long time.

Nice to meet you, Donna.

Nice to meet you, sir.

Lewis: (Role-playing) I'm not spying.

Spike: Yet, he's taking digital pictures with a zoom lense.

Personally, if I've got a gun to my neck,

your promise comes from your heart, right?

Spike: Right.

So you see where I'm going with this?

You gotta put the gun down so he can think straight.

Right down.

Nice.

Man 1: I'm telling you, you can't just walk in here like this.

You're trespassing.

Look... I'm working, I'm working on it.

Man 2: 3 registered letters have been delivered to this address.

And I've been telling you for weeks

that if you just give me a little bit more time

and you just... Out of the blue?

It's not my call, Mr. Wilks. It's not my call.

Right.

Look, you might want to look into some storage options.

The weather's not looking good.

Woman: Lorne.

Kira, I don't want the kids to see anymore of this.

Why don't you go upstairs and get your things?

You're gonna stay at Nana's.

That's a good boy.

I'll call you tonight.

We'll turn it around.

(Cell phone ringing)

Hey, Brian?

Lorne.

Okay, great.

I'll call Stan and I'll call you back.

Stan: Yeah.

Good.

I'll see you there.

Ready?

Yeah.

Stan?

All the way.

Let's go.

(Cell phone rings)

Security guard: Can I help you?

Excuse me, can I help you?

Morning.

Hey, cover me, I'm gonna check this out.

Woman: Meanwhile, some retail giants are suffering

as a result of debt-funded stock buybacks,

now having to deal with...

I'll take that again.

- Excuse me, sir? - Hey, how you doing?

Um, I'm going to have to ask you guys to leave.

Oh, I-I'm sorry, um...

Really, I don't want to inconvenience you,

but, uh... look, we'll be out of your hair,

but first we want to talk to Joel Graves.

Here, this guy.

Brian: CEO of the year?

You'd be doing us a big favour if you just...

radio that request upstairs for us, all right?

- Right, right. - Okay.

Sector 2, I'm gonna need some assistance in the media center.

That's not code for you wanna kick me and my friends out of here, is it?

- No-no, no. - We're account holders.

Excuse me, I'm Celia Westfall,

I'm with the CWGT Money Report.

Do I understand you want to talk to Joel Graves?

Brian: Yeah, I do.

Security guard: Can you turn that camera off, please?

No, keep it rolling.

Graves: We're gonna push back on your print proposal, John.

We're gonna go exclusively digital.

It's lower cost and, uh, research shows,

the Internet is one of the last "give-ups" of the consumer.

Slogan stays the same: "Your future first."

Man: Sorry to interrupt, Joel. Graves: Yeah, Howie?

Howie: You might wanna hear this.

There's a situation at the Stock Exchange Media Centre.

Some kind of protest.

Okay... so?

They say they're Grayson Kearns account holders;

they want you to come down and talk.

"Homeless, thanks to Grayson Kearns."

Thoughts?

Howie: Well, you could go down,

put in some face time before this turns into something.

Yeah, I could.

You know, you wanna gift-wrap me

before you send me down there to be a scapegoat, Howie?

They're calling your bluff on live TV and they've got a headstart.

Look, I'll go down there, but what am I supposed to say to these guys?

Listen, fellas, I'm really sorry.

This is just the price you pay for not planning ahead.

Yeah, they're going to enjoy hearing me say that, right?

Look, all I'm saying is...

Graves: Ooh, or maybe I'll go down there

and tell them that we're in a mental recession;

that, uh, we're all turning into a nation of whiners

and we all have to stand beside the choices we make.

Like, for example: The choice not to rent.

Howie: Joel.

Graves: Howie, I'm joking.

Joking.

Go down there, give 'em my personal regrets,

tell them I'm tied up for a little bit.

Which is the truth, okay?

Listen, Howie,

there's gonna be camera's, so, you know... be nice.

I'm always nice.

So, moving on...

Brian: Oh, I see.

So, we're free to access the customer relations section of your website.

Stan and Brian: (Chuckle)

Come on.

That could be a problem 'cause I don't have a computer.

Or a house to put one in.

Mister...?

Do you really care what my name is?

I'm sure Mr. Graves would consider a written request for a private meeting.

As I'm sure you can appreciate,

these are busy and challenging times for us all.

We look forward to you getting in touch.

Thanks so much.

We'll remove them.

No, let them stay.

They don't wanna see that on TV.

Lorne: That's not supposed to happen.

It's the same old brush off.

I thought Joel Graves was a lush for the media,

couldn't resist the spotlight?

Brian: Yeah, well, it's fine.

It's fine. (Half laughs)

"Plan B."

We have a "Plan B"?

Yeah. I'm going up.

Lorne: Then what?

Then you'll see.

Come on up, I'll tell you on the way.

- You stayin'? - Right here.

Brian: Stay tight, stay tight.

'Kay, go-go-go, go!

Code 113. Elevator 1.

(Both panting, Brian coughs)

It's not gonna work.

Yes, it is.

He won't come down.

Let's call it off.

No.

This is "plan b."

All those nights we spent talking about this,

I'm not walking away.

- You do this and we're in deep. - Someone is going to sit down with us

and someone is gonna do this right.

(Panicked breaths)

Brian: Good morning.

I'd like to speak to Joel Graves.

Make the call.

Do it now!

♪♪

Probably the same as you.

There's no place like this.

No work like this.

Parker: With your skills,

you could work any number of different places.

You did well in undercover.

(Sighs) Yeah.

I've done my time behind enemy lines.

Enemy?

Sorry, I don't mean...

Now, you know, the whole war zone imagery

doesn't really fly around here.

Okay, sorry.

- You know what I mean. - Do I?

It's an expression, come on.

Uh, oh yeah, it's a pretty revealing expression.

- You're mirroring me. - What?

Your body language.

You're showing me "me" now.

Do you know you're doing that?

Or is that just reflex by now

from all your time among "the enemy"?

(Inhales and exhales)

Constable Sabine,

you got the bonding moves down, belonging,

being what someone wants to see,

and that's all very, very useful.

But it concerns me a little...

When your psych eval shows inconsistencies on self-reporting.

It's like you can't keep your story straight about who you are.

This job, connecting to people,

I need to know you've got something to draw from.

Kira: (Over PA system) Team One, suit up.

Hot call, hot call.

Gunmen at large in the Commerce Tower.

Someone to draw from.

Pick this up later.

- Awesome. Parker: Awesome, yeah.

Kira, how many gunmen?

We have multiple witnesses reporting a single gunman or pair of gunmen,

at different areas on the 11th floor.

Could be one suspect, could be a team.

What are they carrying?

Kira: Handgun, rifle, shotgun? Take your pick.

Joel Graves.

Announcement over PA: Your attention please...

Just need a minute of your time.

Joel Graves, do you know where his office is?

Announcement: Commerce Tower will be under lockdown until the security...

Brian: We're not here to hurt anyone, we just...

We just wanna talk to your boss.

Do you know where his office is?

Just wanna talk to your boss.

Where's his office?

Announcement: Once again, remain where you are...

Graves!

Announcement: Thank you for your patience as we deal with this situation.

Brian: Executive floor. Let's go.

Spike: She rappels like a spider.

Thinks on her feet.

Is it time for a vote yet or what?

Parker: I'm thinking I need to think some more.

She's a no-brainer.

She's got the chops, no question about it.

Ed: But...

Boss, needs to think.

Copy that. Boss needs to think.

Let's go.

(Sirens wail)

I'm gonna just, uh...

I'm gonna call security, see what the deal is.

Howie: Joel.

It's the men that wanted to see you.

One of them's got a gun.

Announcement: Your attention please.

We are currently experiencing an emergency situation.

Commerce Tower will be in lockdown...

Brian: Hey!

Come here! Hey!

Get out of my way!

Announcement: Thank you for your cooperation.

Brian: (Struggling grunt)

Announcement: Thank you for you patience as we deal with this situation.

I don't know how this could happen?

How anything like this could happen?

I think you'll find out everything you need to know,

find out when he gets down here.

If I were you, I'd stand back.

Go on! Get out of here!

Stand back!

Parker: Number of suspects?

Security guard: 2 guys split off from the older one in the media centre,

demanding to see the Grayson Kearns CEO.

Parker: The media centre, what's that?

Security guard: It's down the escalator, off the trading floor.

It's where the reporters do all their stand-and-talks,

lots of big screens, tickers,

it's like they're right there.

Ed: Subject in the media centre, is he armed?

Security guard: No. No, visible weapons.

My guys are holding him there.

Cops just showed. I've got CCTV tapes.

Eddie, I'll take the guy in the media centre.

Spike, you're my second.

Set up a command post at that security desk.

Where were the gunmen last seen?

Grayson Kearns head office, 11th floor.

Lou, Sam, Wordy, with me.

We need one of those elevators unlocked.

Keep the rest of them shut down tight.

Security guard: He what?

The guy's spilling gasoline everywhere!

Parker: Hey, buddy, what's going on?

What're you doin'?

Stan: Don't touch the camera. Camera stays on.

I'm not gonna touch anything.

What're you doing that for?

Come on, just put that down.

Stay back! Stay back!

Okay, okay.

But why don't we just go outside, we can talk about this?

I warned you... Stay back.

Okay.

Nobody comes any closer.

Okay, okay.

All right, let's all just move back.

Let's give this man some space.

Give him some space.

11:09 a.m.

Sergeant Gregory Parker initiates negotiation.

Subject is level red, threatening self-immolation.

Parker: Hi, my name's Greg Parker,

I'm with the Police Strategic Response Unit.

And I'm here to listen to whatever you have to say, sir.

I'm here to help you.

I'm not going anywhere.

Nope, no one's gonna force you to do anything.

Spike, let's get the fire department on standby,

but no entry.

Repeat, no entry until my command.

And let's get ambulances in the area on standby as well.

Copy that.

Let's evacuate the area,

and then I need you in the security room with my guy, all right?

Miss, did you talk to him?

I want you to stay right there, okay?

(Parker clears throat)

Spike, we've got a gentleman here

releasing gasoline into an enclosed room

without any ventilation.

The concentration of vapours is high and growing

and he's holding a lighter.

Well, it's not just the lighter I'm worried about.

Anything sets off a spark, you got a fireball.

Firearms for instance?

All firearms: Lethal, non-lethal.

Muzzle flash would be all it takes.

All right, copy that.

See if you can get some airflow going in here too, okay?

Sir?

It's Greg again.

What's your name?

If you don't want to tell me that's fine,

you don't wanna talk to me that's...

Not a problem, no pressure.

In fact, I tell you what?

I'll give you one less thing to worry about, okay?

I want everyone with a firearm to leave this room.

Everyone with a firearm.

Fast is good. Right now.

Cop: Got it? Officers out. Everybody out. You too.

That's it, guys.

Sergeant, is that everybody?

Okay, all done.

You all right?

(Turns doorknob hard; It's locked)

GotCCTV of our subjects.

Portraits of the gunmen... Coming at you.

I'll be right here.

Can we cut the video?

We can't reach our cameras from here.

And I don't think he's gonna want us to turn them off;

that's sort of why he's here.

Parker: Oh yeah? What'd he tell you?

Well, he and two others

have been trying to get Joel Graves's attention for a long time.

Joel Graves? He's the guy who collects a fat bonus while Rome burns, right?

Mm, this is the guy.

Okay, I want you to tell me about his company, "Grayson Kearns."

Okay.

(Elevator dings open)

(People chattering, phones ringing)

Ed: SRU. Which way did they go?

Lewis: Clear.

Ed: Everyone stay calm.

Lewis: We're with the SRU.

Stay calm, please, everyone. Stay calm.

Hands where we can see 'em, folks.

Stay calm. Thank you.

Sam: Clear. Ed: Hands where we can see 'em.

Ed: Folks, need to see your hands please.

Lewis: We're with the SRU.

Ed: Let's see some hands.

Sam: Clear.

Ed: Which way did the gunman go?

Sam: SRU, please stay calm.

Clear.

Parker: All right, let me get this.

"Grayson Kearns" gives away mortgages like it's candy.

When the market slides,

they dump high risk clients to the highest bidder, right?

Celia: Who re-offer it at rates these guys can't afford.

You know they seem like regular guys.

They probably just want their houses back.

Yeah, I think our friend wants more than that.

He tell you his name?

Stan Matthews.

Okay, thanks.

You can get out of here. Thank you very much.

Fire department's on standby, boss,

waiting for permission to deploy.

Negative.

Negative, if he sees fire hoses,

he just needs a split second to beat 'em the the punch

and spark an explosion.

Copy that. They gotta stay out of the line of sight.

Gotta keep thinking outside the toolbox.

(Takes a deep breath)

Parker: All right, sir,

I understand, uh...

You're looking for some information from Joel Graves.

He's been in the... spotlight quite a bit these days, huh?

He's doing okay for himself.

You talking about the $22 million dollars?

His bonus?

Yeah-yeah, something like that.

Here's a guy who's got four houses already.

Books 5-star caribbean resort with his buddies

to brainstorm how to make the most of these troubled times.

What can you do?

(Breathing heavily)

What do you want from him?

I want him down here.

Okay.

All right, let's work on that.

Spike, let's get a 20 on Joel Graves.

(Breathing heavily)

It's not too late.

What do you mean?

Maybe we walk away, before the cops find us.

Lorne...

I'm just saying. All the times talked about it,

we never talked about it happening like this.

Lewis: Hands, please. Let me see your hands please.

Sit down, take a seat. Thank you.

Sam: Ma'am, let's see your hands please.

Lewis: Let's see your hands. Sam: Take a seat.

We have ID on one of our guys. Stan Matthews.

He's a Grayson Kearns account holder.

They all are.

I've narrowed the national list by city, male account holders,

there's still a lot.

Might wanna try recent foreclosures.

Foreclosures...

Here he is, Stan Matthews.

There's another one who lives on the same street, a Lorne Wilkes.

Good. See any other connections?

Hold on...

There's a Brian Baumann, same employer as Lorne Wilkes.

Ex-employer.

They were both recently laid off from the auto plant.

Copy that. You know what'd be really great, Kira?

- Some cell numbers for these guys. - Copy-copy.

Joel: You need to send someone now. Right now!

Think of Stan.

You remember that night, right?

- Yeah. - You with me?

Yeah.

Hey. Hey! (Extinguisher thuds)

I'm gonna need your keys.

Elevator.

You'll need this one for the elevator.

Yeah.

(Keys jangle)

Thanks.

I'm telling you, they're at my door.

Okay.

Mr. Graves.

Uh... (Breathing heavily)

What can I do for you guys?

You're coming with us downstairs.

You're gonna go on camera.

Uh, and then what?

Oh, we'll talk about trust.

Some promises you didn't keep.

"Your future first."

You-you don't care about our future.

His family's out on the street,

I'm livin' out of the car the past few weeks,

so, whose future's coming first here?

No-no-no, we're going downstairs.

Okay, listen to me, I'm sorry to hear about your losses,

I am, but...

I've been juggling thousands of losses, guys.

It's my job.

I'm just doing my job.

You know what your job is now?

It's to own up. Take responsibility. Hunh?

Joel and Brian: (Struggling grunts)

Let go!

Get...

Let go!

Okay, okay.

We need to end this, huh?

We need to end this.

Brian.

Janitor: It's right there. Ed: Thank you.

Wordsworth: We're gonna need your pass key.

Those guys took it.

Stan: How is that fair?

Can you explain that to me?

I don't know. You tell me, Stan.

It was just me and Carol.

39 years.

I hated math, she hated power tools,

so we had a deal:

She managed the books, I worked.

We scraped together everything we had

and we found this little... mutt of a fixer-upper.

Didn't look like much, but we knew what it could be.

And I'll never...

I'll never understand why she would do something like that.

What do you mean? What-what happened, Stan?

I loved that woman.

I loved her. (Welling up)

I'm so fed up.

Stan, Stan, it's okay. It's okay.

Really is okay.

Why don't we take a break?

Huh?

Tell you the truth,

I'm getting a headache from all the fumes.

Why don't we just step outside and just get some air?

Stan: No! No!

Okay, you don't have to do that, Stan.

Stan: No!

(Exhales heavily and then inhales)

(Sighs) It's locked.

Okay?

(Loud crash)

Police, don't move!

Wordsworth and Ed: Police!

Ed: Clear. Wordsworth: Ed, we got a hallway.

Ed, elevators are locked down, right?

Affirmative.

Spike: Well, elevator 3 is on the move.

Floor 12, going down. Hang on.

Where are the other elevators?

Ground floor.

Stairs are faster.

All right, head's up, guys, subjects are on the move,

they probably have security cards and keys.

Spike, get me uniforms on all the elevator exits,

in case they step out before they reach bottom.

Security has reported two men entering the elevator.

Just two? Where's Graves?

Kira's got cell numbers. You wanna give it a try?

Negative, you make the call, Spike.

I need my full attention on my subject here.

Spike: They're not responding to the phone.

They've stopped the elevator between floors.

Floor 7, floor 6.

Sam and Lou, cover the 6th floor exit.

We'll go above.

Sam: Copy that. Bravo team proceeding on foot.

(Gear clatters and clanks)

(Doors creak as crowbar prys them apart)

(Carabiners clink)

Bravo team in position.

Still no response on the phone.

What can you tell me about overriding manual controls?

Ed: Listen up, guys, we got a window of opportunity.

There's a trap in the ceiling.

I don't feel like dropping in without a distraction.

I hear you.

CS gas standing by.

No 555's. 9 cubic feet of air in there.

What about 517's?

Still overkill in that space. Ditto flashbangs.

Serious risk of eye and ear damage.

Hey, how about this, uh, training flashbangs?

Used them on the recruits this morning.

You got training flashbangs? Sure.

Just open the doors a little first.

Reduce the concussive effect.

I like it, let's do it.

Okay, the elevator has two emergency override patterns:

A ground floor and a nearest floor cycle pattern.

Dropping down a floor, we'll deploy from above.

Sam, Lou, meet and greet when the doors open.

Lewis: Copy. Sam: Got it.

Boss, you good with this?

Parker: Just go careful.

These guys don't have records,

it just sounds like they've been pushed too hard.

Wordy.

Copy that. Distraction standing by.

Standing by.

Spike, countdown override procedure.

Override: 5...

4... 3...

2... 1...

Triggering override.

Distraction on my go.

Back off. Back off!

Hold. Hold, Eddie.

He's got Graves.

11:36 a.m.

Armed subject with hostage in elevator.

We have one subject in the elevator with Joel Graves.

He's armed with a snubnose .38.

Parker: Fall back. New deal.

Hostage situation. Decrease pressure.

Ed: Copy that.

Wordy, I'm coming up.

Spike, keep trying the phone, maybe they're ready to talk now.

No-no-no-no.

See if we can get the ventilation going in here,

and keep your guys out of sight.

(Long, frustrated exhale)

All right, change of plans, Spike.

Go for the ground floor override sequence.

We'll have more tac options in the open lobby

than in one of these hallways.

Lewis: Freeze! Freeze!

Lorne: I'm giving up.

Sam: Put your hands on your head! Hands on your head!

Stay right there!

Stay right where you are!

Come here.

We got a subject who has surrendered.

Parker: Copy that. Sam, you're Sierra.

And, Lou, let's bring the guy down here.

Copy.

Lewis: Okay, got him.

What's he gonna do?

That depends on your friend.

Lorne: Please don't hurt him.

We don't want to.

Why don't you help us out?

What's that smell?

What's going on?!

I'm trying to help your friend.

What happened?

You don't know?

He's soaked the room with gas, including himself,

and now he's threatening to light it up.

Oh my God. No, no.

None of this was supposed to go like this.

- Let me talk to... - No, I can't let you do that.

Lou, I got him, it's okay.

You wanna help your friend?

You need to keep talking to me.

Spike.

The gas in the media room?

I think we got another option.

Talk to me, Lou.

How close can we get to the subject?

(Cell phone ringing)

Graves: You gonna answer that?

(Cell phone beeps off)

You know, you don't seem like the kind of guy.

What kind of guy?

The kind of guy who makes his point with a gun.

And what would you know about that?

In my line of work, you meet a lot of people,

you get a sense.

You know, I got two kids.

My buddy Lorne has two kids.

They went out for a drive today,

cross-country,

to go live in a house that smells like other people.

They got to watch their dad sell everything that they owned

for less than what you pay for a business brunch.

Do you think about what kind of guy Lorne was

before you sold out his family's future?

Lorne: No one's accountable.

We're all just pieces of paper crossing his desk.

He sells a piece of paper and we lose everything.

And that's what happened to Stan too?

Brian and me worked at the plant 11 years 'til it closed 5 months ago.

Stan lives on Brian's street.

We've all been buddies a long time.

Brian thought... (Inhales and exhales)

He was doing us a favour.

Here's these amazing mortgage deals.

And he talked you and Stan into it?

Me and Carol.

Carol is Stan's wife?

Late wife.

Now, Stan...

Stan fixed his place up with his own hands.

Did it for Carol.

Did it to give her the home she always dreamed about.

Lorne: Then one day they get a letter in the mail,

her payments have been tripled

and there's no way they can pay.

Their pension's already... decimated.

What're they gonna give up?

Heating? Groceries?

She sees it's coming, right?

All he put into it, all he did for her,

it's all gonna be gone.

But she can't bring herself to tell him, so she hides it, right?

And hides it...

And one day, she's out of time.

Makes no sense.

I mean... you love someone, you stick around,

you fight, but...

She couldn't.

He comes home after work one day

and he finds her...

He finds his wife.

That wasn't a great day.

You really think Graves is gonna care?

Or you just want him to see what he's done?

We want him to see the people he's wrecked, up close.

We want his face on camera saying,

"I made this choice,

I sold out a thousand families

for the price of my $22,000,000 dollar bonus,

I knew what I was doing and I did it anyway

and I'm sorry."

Okay.

Constable.

Eddie, I need to stay here with Stan.

Lorne: That's all it'll take!

I want you to meet the elevator to start negotiating.

You catch that conversation I had with my friend, Lorne?

Yeah, I copy.

Okay.

Spike, start the override procedure.

(Loud thunk as elevator moves)

Okay, listen to me, please.

No, you listen to me.

You are gonna do this, do you understand me?

You are gonna do this

or you're not walking outta here,

- you're not going home. - Okay.

Do you understand?

I can't hold the elevator doors open when they hit the lobby.

It'll cycle open automatically.

And we're at 5...

4... 3...

2... 1...

(Elevator dings open)

Move away.

Move away!

My name's Ed Lane.

I'm with the Police Strategic Response Unit. How you doing?

Brian: Get out of the way.

It's Brian, right? Brian?

We're coming through.

What's going on? Have you got him? Is he coming?!

Just try and understand where we're at, Stan.

Spike: Boss, me and Lou are working on option b.

Big Reno on the main floor.

Big paint job.

We may be able to neutralize the lighter.

Could buy you a few seconds.

Yeah, I hear you. That's good.

Stan: You better get him here. I'm done waiting!

Just calm, just calm, Stan. Just stay with me.

Lou's got uniforms moving on it.

Okay, but move fast, move real fast.

And give Ed whatever background you can on Brian Baumann.

Spike and Parker: Okay.

Still workin' on it. We're still workin' on it.

5 more minutes, Stan. 5 more minutes.

I got the solution.

Copy that.

He's gonna talk.

You gonna talk, right?

I know what's going on here, Brian, okay?

And I gotta tell you right out of the gate,

I'm sympathetic.

Spike: Laid off from the auto plant five months ago.

Lost his house to foreclosure.

No listed address.

No family.

We got a lot of people here who are very sympathetic.

They understand exactly what it is you're going through.

No, they don't. They don't.

- Yeah, they do. - No, they don't.

That's why we're going in there with the cameras,

and he's gonna say what he's done.

That's what we're here for.

Ed: I get that, Brian.

Okay, I get that.

When I was a kid, I saw my folks go through the very same thing.

You feel helpless.

You get it?

Then you get why this guy has to go in there

and own up to what he's done.

Where is he?

What do you want, Stan?

Why aren't you letting him through?

Parker: Brian and Lorne...

They want to make things right again.

Lorne wants a house for his family, I get that.

But what do you want from Joel Graves?

I want him in here.

You know what I think you really want?

What you really want, you know he can't give it you.

You know he can't bring it back.

Lou, you gotta hurry, you gotta hurry, Lou.

Lou: Okay, copy. On our way.

Brian: Don't try to stop me.

I owe this.

I owe this to Carol.

To Carol?

Stan's wife. "Recession suicide."

He found her in the garage.

She had her good coat on.

Her good coat, like she was going somewhere.

She left a note on the hood of the car 'cause she couldn't tell him.

And she, she thought she let him down.

I hear you.

That's not right. That's not right.

Yeah, it's not right.

It's not right.

You hear me?

You get it? Then you let me through.

Ed: Now, listen to me, Brian.

In this job, I hear a lot of people

asking for a lot of crazy things,

and what you're asking for, it's not crazy.

It's not.

It's just not something...

It's not something that we can do, okay?

We can't do it like this.

You know, I get it. I get it.

You just, you just wanna do right by your friends.

You just wanna do right by Stan.

Brian, Stan is down there right now,

doused gasoline, with a lighter,

and he's gonna light himself on fire.

No. No.

Now, I know you've lost a lot,

but you don't want to lose Stan too.

So I'm asking you,

show him that this isn't the way.

Just show him that there's another way to end this.

Okay?

Please?

(Weeping)

Please.

(Sigh of relief) Thank you.

Wordsworth: Weapon's down. Weapon's down.

Thank you.

Thanks.

And I know how hard it is to lose someone.

To lose someone you love,

to lose something that's so important to you

and have it ripped out of your life.

You got ten seconds. (Stan counts down)

Parker: This isn't the way, Stan. It's not the way.

Your friends know that.

Your friends know when it's time to stop.

You get him in here...

or this ends right now.

Just don't do it, Stan. Just don't do it.

Thank you, you did the right thing.

You did the right thing.

- Mr. Graves. - Hi.

What do you have to tell us about today?

Hi, uh... I'm Joel Graves and...

In response to today's events,

I'd just like to say a few words, um...

I'm moved by the losses of these men.

Eddie...

And I understand the need to turn to someone for an explanation.

What these men lost was more than four walls and a roof,

but that's the part that I took from them.

It made sense on paper, but up close...

It's a different story.

Ed: Let's go.

Up close... It's not the same,

I'm sorry.

Stan, I'm sorry.

If there's anything I can do to help?

Reporters: (Overlapping questions) Mr. Graves! Mr. Graves!

Well, he got up there,

came clean, said he was sorry,

that's what you wanted, right?

It's not enough.

I know.

I know, nothing's gonna take that pain away.

Now he wants to help.

How's he gonna do that?

Being sorry gets him off the hook?

"I wanna help" makes things better?

What's he gonna do?

Is he in the business of giving back lives?

What about my wife?

Just don't do it, Stan.

Just don't.

- Ready, sarge. - Go.

(Doors click open)

(Low distorted hum of fan blowing)

♪♪

(Sobbing)

Carol...

Carol... Carol...

12:16 p.m.

Third subject, Stan Matthews, contained.

Ed: You know what? She blew by everbydody in there.

Nobody can touch her.

Greg, nobody.

So what's the problem?

You don't think she'll work? You don't wanna let Jules go?

Mm...

(Laughs)

(Phone rings nearby)

Constable Sabine?

Sit down.

Good call today?

Well, no one died.

This guy wanted to die today, but he didn't get to.

This other guy, he's got a family

who's gonna go without a father for a while.

This guy's going to jail

'cause all he wanted to do was help out his two friends.

I get it.

Yeah?

It's not black and white.

Everyone's a constable here.

There's no rising up in the ranks.

You don't make more money

because you risk your life everyday, you make less.

- I know. - Mm-hmm.

Not gonna be out in the field alone,

you're gonna be in it with a team.

I'm not gonna lie to you,

if Jules makes it back, she's got a place here.

Fair.

But that doesn't mean I won't put my faith in you.

I'm not gonna let you down.

Okay.

Yeah? Okay?

Yeah, let's keep the peace.

Okay, let's do that.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

♪ Are you waiting ♪ ♪ for a miracle? ♪

♪ Are you waiting ♪ ♪ for a lightning bolt? ♪

♪ Are you waiting ♪ ♪ like a paranoid little boy? ♪

♪ Are you ever gonna ♪ ♪ come back home? ♪

Lorne: We're gonna get through this.

♪ Do you believe ♪ ♪ that the sky is falling? ♪

♪ Are you ever gonna ♪ ♪ pick up the pieces? ♪

♪ Do you really think ♪ ♪ that anybody will listen? ♪

♪ Do you really think ♪ ♪ that anybody will notice? ♪