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VASH: The employees
are not gonna get nervous

and call the Federales,
are they?

HATEM: What do you expect
when you make them bait?

MABE: Don't worry,
I've shut down
all the outbound calls.

He may have a future
as a cyber-athlete.

You know,
some people make a living
playing those computer games.

Sitting at a computer console

playing first-person
shooter games 24 hours a day

does not make you an athlete,
it makes you
a college applicant reject.

Go on, move!
Move! Move! Move!

God, I always
wondered what it'd be like

sitting in a Trojan horse
all day and all night.

VASH: Huh. They just
couldn't stay away

from the fabled pot of gold.

MAFIA LEADER: Move! Move!

Oh, God. It looks
like they got Sharon.

I told her to leave.

If she wants to be bait,
I say let her be bait.

You got our full
payment up front, right?

What's she
doing here anyway?

She likes Vash.

She's whacked.

You know,
the other day, her eyes

were rolling in
the back of her head.

She was
complaining of a headache.

You know, so I asked her,
you know,
if I could get her something,

you know,
like a glass of water.

She sends me to
the damn pharmacy.

Cost me
over a hundred bucks.

Hasn't paid me back yet.

That is nothing.
I went to the pharmacy

to get Denise's nebulizer.
$160.

Is Tave in position?

Yeah.

You know, I'm telling you

your son is one of the best
computer game players
I've ever seen.

Last summer,
he spent 10 hours a day,

every day,
playing that damn game.

If you had kids,
you'd change
your tune, trust me.

All right,
I can see them all now.

VASH: Mabe baby,
let's open this Trojan horse.

All right,
Tave, we're moving.

Rule number one, people?

We do not take a bullet...

For a client.

Amen.

Combination!

You know what
I'd like to see?

They've got steering wheels
for the driving games, right?

Like, joysticks that vibrate

and all kinds of stuff
for the flight sim games.

What they need is
a gun or a rifle

for these
first-person shooter games.

I'm sure they have them.

Yeah,
you'd have to aim, reload.

Have sensors so you
can duck and stuff.

And then maybe a foot pedal

to control your movements
and where you face,
instead of a mouse.

Any women play
these
first-person shooter games?

Not you too, huh?

I'd say less than 5%.

So it's just a bunch
of pale-skinned guys,

sitting around,
whose only meaningful

relationships
are with their DSL?

Right? Is that what it is?

VASH: Yeah, those losers.

All right.
This hallway is clear.

Thank God.

There's nothing here.

She's right.
There's nothing here!

(MAN GROANS)

All right,
all right.

We'll start beating
her hand.

I don't have the combination!

You don't have to have it!
No.

You don't know what
you're up against.

It doesn't matter.

They're gonna kill
us anyway, Sharon.

Sharon. Sharon Careington,
here in the flesh.

Your daddy is gonna
get real pissed off.

One guard, four hostages.

(GUN FIRES)

(HOSTAGES GASPING)

(HOSTAGES WHISPERING)

Shh.

(SCREAMING)

So much for surprise.

You know, Mabe,
his son, Robert, is good.

He's real good.

See, that's
exactly why I can't wait

for you to get
married and have kids.

People running
around cyberspace,

killing each other
with guns, is not real.

At least if he
makes a mistake online,
he lives another day.

Hey, hey, hey,
come on now, I--I shushed her.

She didn't shut up.

What? I should shoot her?

MAFIA LEADER:
Move it! Sit down! Move!
Move! Move! Move!

Sit down! Don't look up!

Oh, my God,
they're gonna kill us all.
Look at this.

Look at this.
They're lining us up.

They're gonna kill
us all one at a time.

Somebody say something,
do something to these people.

Oh, my God, my wife.

I have a wife and
a little girl at home.

I just ordered
a sports car.

Haven't even driven it yet.

I love my car.

(HOSTAGES EXCLAIM)

(HOSTAGES MURMURING)

You guys are getting sloppy.

All right, Tave,
you and Mabe take
care of these people.

We'll clean up
the last little bit.

Please don't kill me yet.

I just bought a new HDTV.

My wife hasn't
finished her boob job.

Please don't shoot me.

The other day, Robert was
the last member
of his team, right?

Yeah.

His instincts
were great, man.

He was up against
four pretty good players,
he took each one of them out,

the last one
with a wall shot.
He won the game.

(EXCLAIMS)

Precisely my point.
It's a game.

It's not just a game, man.

You can make a living
in the CPL.

All right, freeze! Freeze!

Move that!
Move it! Move in there!

Move back!
Move back! Move back!

Don't listen to him! Shoot!
What did I say?

What did I tell you?

You bastard. My father
will have you killed.

You shut up, bitch!

Drop your gun right now!
Drop it right now!

Robert spent so much time...
Drop the gun right now!

...on that game.

I'm just starting to get
a little bit jealous.

Just think of all
the hand-eye coordination
he's getting

from the hours
spent on the mouse.

Right.
Drop your gun right now!

I'm telling you guys!
Drop your gun right now!

You're a dead man!
Don't listen to him.

You shut up!

You got those SS109's?

All I have
are these soft 7.62's.

Oh, no.
Oh, yeah.

No.
Yes.

No.
Yes.

MAFIA LEADER:
Put your gun down right now!

Or I'll shoot her right now!

We haven't been paid yet.

Shoot the bastard!
Now! I order you!

She is ordering us.

Drop your gun right now!

Shoot!

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Mabe, come on in,
bring your med kit.

You tell him what...

Don't, don't let him
tell you what to do.

Oh, the MVP Award?

How can you call him
a little girl

when you're the one
who screamed?

You know what?
I didn't just...
You're the one who screamed.

You won't let it go.
And you.

You know how much coffee
I had to drink
to talk that fast?

I will tell you
one other thing.

The next time
I send you inside

you are going in
as a deaf mute.

Robert De Niro you ain't.

Okay, deaf mute.

(MY INNOCENCE PLAYING)

RECEPTIONIST: Welcome
to Billings Laboratories.

How may I direct your call?

I'm sorry. Mr. Billings
isn't taking any calls.

Would you like to speak
with his assistant, Monica?

BILLINGS: Emily,
I want you in on the test.

But no one else.
And it'll be Lab C.

Why not the main lab?

Magnetic shielding issues.

I don't give a damn
about shielding.

I just don't want
the mongrels watching this.

That's how
rumors get started.

Power levels are ready.

Distance to target would be

thirty-six inches.

Everything's set.

BILLINGS: What did you
tell them?

That you wanted
to run some tests yourselves.

And no, they don't
think it's ready yet.

But you did finish the...

Yes, Dad. It's ready.

Yeah. Well, we'll see.

Initiating pre-sequence.

Power to 80.

80.

Initiating primary trigger.

Now.

The hole's diameter
is two inches.

Depth is 4.5 inches.

4.5 inches?

It's three inches more than...

We did it!

We?

It doesn't seem very warm.

It's not supposed to be.

It doesn't split.
It separates the quarks,
destabilizing the atom.

But a destabilized atom...

The quarks come together,

held by gluon
to create stable atoms
and thus stable molecules.

You see,
what my father found was that

by neutralizing the gluon
he could create
a concentrated particle beam.

Where the hole is now,
it didn't explode?

It separated, Emily.

It separated
at the most basic level.

The atoms ceased to bond.

So it worked?

Three inches deeper
than I expected.

BRICE: And we should be
able to increase that.

Well,
the client will be thrilled.

No, they won't be.

And,
as head of my security team,
I'll need you at the meeting.

Brice, I'm sure that he knows
that he couldn't have
done this without you.

BILLINGS: There are some
shielding problems
with the power supply.

You wanted this portable.
We're gonna need
to redesign some elements.

We're 40%
over budget in development

and now
you want us to go back,
back to the drawing board?

You'd be more unhappy
if you took possession of
something that doesn't work.

Yes, but we
expect results.

We'll eat some of
the overages ourselves.

We'll talk again in a month.

Dr. Billings, I think
you need to understand

that these people
that I represent

are, uh,
very serious people.

Look,
I went to work for you guys
to give you my absolute best.

That's what I'm gonna do.

Yes, you are.
I'll be in touch.

Brice.
Take the prototype
and hide it.

Clean the computer
as well.

You try
and help some people...

Emily didn't inform me
you were coming down, sir.

Let's see.

Is Emily my boss?
Or am I Emily's boss?

Of course, sir.

(HUMMING)

* If that mockingbird
don't sing

* Papa's gonna buy you a...

You're out of water again.

(STUTTERING) I brought you
your candy bar.

It's one of one of
your favorites. I'll...

I'll just
leave it here for you.

Now I need you
to do me a favor.

I need you
to watch this crate for me.

(BRICE LAUGHING)

It's very important.

Can I count on you, Shawn?

(EERIE LAUGHTER)

Trouble?

It's gone.
The crazy bastard.

(EXHALES)

Hey. It's gone.

And the computer's
been wiped clean.

I don't know.
If you don't put together
something tonight,

we're screwed.

What did you find?

Nothing.
Just Brice's entry.

And I talked to the guard.

He complained about Brice.

I wouldn't worry about that.
Take a look.

I--I don't see
anything.

You see that?

There's a record
of something there.

I do see it.
Somebody changed something.

Somebody on the inside.

Well, I will find him.
I'll get my team right on it.

In the meantime,
you'll bring in
some outside help.

Uh, sir,
my security department...

Is compromised.

Put them somewhere else.

You had a break-in
at the Fort Worth plant.

You get your people
on that today.

Sir...
I don't want them here.

I've been
watching you, Emily.

There is only four people
who know
that this thing works.

Well,
I haven't said anything.

I know.
Keep it that way.

Now, I'm gonna need
some serious protection,

more than your staff
can handle.

Get me that guy we gave
the Malaysian operation to
several years ago.

He was good.

What was his name?
Bash, Basher, something.

Vasher. With a "V."

Yeah, yeah, that's him.

Uh, what--what
do we tell him?

That a stalker
took a dump in my bed,
left life-threatening notes.

Hell, you can tell him
I'm being chased
by werewolves, I don't care.

Okay.

I'll tell him to pack
the, uh, wooden stakes.

Silver bullets.

Sir?

Yeah, it's, uh,
silver bullets
with werewolves.

Right.

Am I the only one
that knows this shit?

Yeah. He asked for you.

No, not by me.

I wouldn't say that.

VASH: Well,
let me think about it.

EMILY: Well,
don't take too long.
You start tonight.

Can you wire
the first half today?

I'm sure
accounting can do that.

Fine, I'll tell them.

We move fast,
we drop everybody
who gets in the way.

Except Billings, of course.

BOB: What about...

KILMER: That's not
gonna be a problem.

Questions?

He's bringing in
some private contractors
as well.

Yeah, that's why
we've got to move quick.

The good news is
they're having trouble
paying some bills.

Looks like I'm gonna need
my Fed suit again.

(PROMISES PLAYING)

* Promises, promises

* Watch out that you do
what you say

* Promises, promises

* So many promises, promises

* How many got in the way?

* Promises, promises

VASH: The Careington job
is done. Over.

It's time to move on.

I'll file it under Mosul,
Houston and Santa Clarita.

Hey, hey, Santa Clarita
was not my fault.

Honey,
could you go see if your mom

needs your help
in the kitchen?

Hey, shortcake.

Vash, it's bad. Real bad.

I was hoping Careington
would pay the balance.

They still might.

You don't have a family.

You know,
you're the best tactical guy
I've ever seen.

I mean, in that realm,
you are the man,

but nobody,
nobody's great at everything.

Nobody does
everything A plus.

Let me handle the business.

No, that's my job.

So, let me help.
No.

Emily called.

Emily Johanson?
I thought...

Yeah.

Yeah, she called anyway.
She has a job for us.

Wants us to do
bodyguard work.

That's not our style.

That's what I told her,
"No thanks."

She works over at Billings.

Billings Lab, right?

Yep.

That billionaire guy?

Yep.

Does it pay a lot?

What's the point?
We don't do bodyguard work.

It pays a lot.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hey, Robert! Robert!

Wait, wait.
Hold, hold, hold.

You guys aren't
going out now are you?
We talked about this already.

You said it was okay.
No we didn't.

You, me and Denise
were supposed
to all go out together.

Look, I'll be back home
later tonight.

You said
it was okay already.

Thanks. Let's go, guys.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Bodyguarding isn't
one of your three rules.

Don't take a bullet...
For a client.

Always...
Plan.

BOTH: And don't go against
the U.S. government.

Hmm.

You're right.

Bodyguarding
isn't one of the three.

VASH: Well.

The time for planning
isn't great,

but the other two seem to fit.

I've already sent Tave ahead.

Building maintenance.

So we start tonight.
They pay up front?

(SIGHS)

Vash,
dinero, dollars and cents.

Come on, brother,
I need it.

Two weeks.
That's not gonna cut it.

Are you in or not?

(TAPS TABLE)

Dig it.

All right,
I've got to collect
a few things.

I'll swing back by here
in one hour.

Have Mabe meet us here then.

(SWEPT AWAY PLAYING)

* But if you tell me
that it's all right now

* I'll believe in you
and get so high

* That I get swept away

* Into the blackest oceans

* And I'm swept away

* And now I drown...

Thanks, Dad!
You're welcome.

AMANDA: Bye, Mr. Hatem!

Bye, Amanda.

What's up with Mom?

Go enjoy your friends,
sweetie.

KILMER: Agent Kilmer, FBI.

I've got an offer
you're gonna want to hear.

* I'm swept away

* Into the blackest oceans

* And I'm swept away

* And now
I drown in you again

* I'm swept away up in...

Eugene.
Here's yours, John.

And you must be Mabe.
MABE: Yeah. Hi.

Hi. Well,
let me get you guys situated.

Billings works
until 9:00 most evenings
and then heads home.

Most of the employees
leave at 5:00 to 5:30.
Monday's a holiday.

Should be
a real quiet night.

We have a central room
for security operations.

Some parts of the facility
are under pretty tight
lock and key.

Now,
I will always cover Billings
when he's moving.

When he's not,
I lead the first shift

and you guys
cover the other two.

You were once
Secret Service, right?
Yes.

Yeah.

Does he stay in his office
while he's here?

Yes, usually.

And when he's not,
I will let you know.

One will be in advance
and the other behind.

Now, this is
the security operations.

I always have somebody here.

They've been instructed
on what they can
provide you with.

I'll need
the building schematics

as well as a floor plan
of the Billings' house

and--and the routes
getting to and from.

EMILY: Absolutely.
Judd can help you.

Eugene?

So, what kind of threat
are we looking at?

Uh, nothing much.

Billings is just spooked out
by some threatening letters.

You don't feel the need
for extra protection?

(GRUNTS)

(COUGHING)

Well,
that answers the question
about the last time.

(GROANS)

Okay. I guess I deserve that.

I'm not good
at that confrontation stuff.

Bullshit, Vash!
You confront just fine
when it suits you.

I deserve to know why.

I don't suppose
it would help to say
that I made a huge mistake,

that I was selfish?

No, no. It doesn't help.

Not a bit.

Can we start over?

What, wipe the slate clean?
A fresh start?

Make believe
it didn't happen?

Any of those happy cliches?
Hell, no.

You can pretend
that the injury isn't there,
but I still have the scars.

All right. That's fair.

I--I don't know how,
but apparently

we're gonna have to
work together now.

You do look great, Em.

BILLINGS: Mr. Vasher?
Ted Billings.

Don't know
if you remember me.
Of course I do, sir.

This is my son,
Brice.

He's got an I.Q.
higher than me

and still stupid.
Got that from his mother.

Well, let's sit down.

I know this is probably
just a milk run
for somebody like yourself.

The truth is
I think someone's
coming after me.

What do you base that on,
sir, the threats?

No.
Somebody's got it out for me.

I'm sure it's just
some kind of harmless nut,

but they can be
the worst kind.

Probably one of
the union leeches
that lost his job.

"Each according
to his abilities,
each according to his needs."

You know who said that?

Abraham Lincoln?

No. Lenin.

Oh.

I thought he wrote,
"Imagine all the people..."

Not that one, dumb shit.

The first leader
of the Soviet communists.

Yes, sir.
Do you have any specific
union leech in mind?

You have a name?

What does it matter?
They're all part of
the same damn mafia.

Just keep me safe
for the next few weeks.

Can you do that?

That's affirmative, sir.

Mr. Billings,
about this wire...

Mr. Vasher,
I don't do the accounting.

That's why I have
an accounting department.

If you have
a question for them,

pick up the phone
and call them.

Anything else?
No, sir.

Real good.

I'll be here till 10:00.
Then I'm going home.

Why are you
playing with him?

Why do you say that?

You have a political
science degree, Vash.

Abraham Lincoln.

If somebody's
really after him,
he's done for.

Yeah? And I thought
you were the best.

I am, as long as
I have all the information.

I'll call down
to accounting for you.

By the way, it's Karl Marx,
not Vladimir Lenin.

Where'd you put it?
Haskell.

What the hell's
Haskell?

The old warehouse?
There's no security there.

Dad, sometimes
the best hiding place

is just
right out in the open.

Hell, no!

What were you thinking?
You go get it.

No, never mind.

I'll get it tonight
after the conference call
with Malaysia.

Take it to the house.
You pick me up in
the garage at 9:00 p.m.

Hey!
You taking your medication?

I will put you back.

Ought to be the poster child
for birth control.

VASH: Brice.

Milk run, huh?

So, has... Hi.

Has anyone talked to you
about the, uh...

About what?
It's really more
of an office legend.

Legend?

Oh, a couple of
mysterious deaths,
unexplained.

But... Gotta run.

You know, for such
a high level of access,

there sure are
a lot of closed doors.

JUDD: Well,
that's the thing
about this place.

Left hand doesn't know
what the right arm is doing.

Hand.

Huh?

Right hand,
left hand.

Never mind.

Mabe,
after you get this set up,
you can head on home.

You've got
first shift tomorrow.

Meet at Billings at 6:00 a.m.
and relieve Hatem and myself.

I don't know
what the hell
I'm doing with Tave yet.

Copy that.
All right, here's your PDA.

It's got all the files on it
from the Billings house.

At least
the latest that's on file

with the Planning
and Zoning Commission.

All right, great.
I'll leave this here.

I'll call Tave
and have him come pick it up.

All right.

Listen, uh, Judd.
It is-- It is Judd, right?

What's this about
an "office legend"?

Billings' son Brice
mentioned something about it.

He thinks
something's wandering around
killing people.

Oh.

Good.

Shawn,
did you take
the motorcycle out again?

How are you?
Fine.

It clears out
pretty early around here,
doesn't it?

Yes ma'am.
After 5:30,
there's not many people left.

I'll be back bright and early,
that's for sure.

Thank you, ma'am.

Thanks.

Yeah, sorry, uh,
no I.D., no appointment.

I'm just here to kidnap
and torture Billings
to get some information.

CLYNT: I took care
of the stairwell cameras.

The doors
are locked from the inside.

Got it.

Remember,
when I give you the signal,
kill the power.

(RATTLING)

(THUDDING)

(SCREAMING IN PAIN)

He's in the power room.
Let's go.

Some of these floors
have very little security.

We don't need it
on every floor.

I'll be walking
the halls.

Enjoy your trip.

He's on
a conference call right now

that should be
finishing up at any time.

He also said something about
running an errand
on the way home.

Where?

Uh, he hasn't
mentioned it to me yet.

You know, in the meantime,
I can cover Billings.

So if you guys
want to take a break,
feel free.

A break?
Yeah.

There's an employee lounge
one floor down

and on the other side
of the building.
It's really nice.

A break.

Yeah, yeah.
A break, Vash.

She said
we could take a break.

I'm not hungry.
Vash, go take a break.

You really dig
this corporate stuff, huh?

Well, they say
if you can win the rat race,

you get to
call your own shots.

Well, I've heard
that winning the rat race
makes you number one rat.

Break time.
Yeah, I think
I'm gonna take a break.

Break time.
Break time.

That was harsh, Vash.

She was just
trying to be nice.

You know...

(CHUCKLES)

Okay, kill the lights.

CLYNT: Killing the computers,
exterior and elevators.

Killing the main now.

(CLANGING)

(WHISPERING)
Bob?

Great.
What the hell was that?

Tave, check power.

(GRUNTING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

What's going on?
I don't know.

Shots fired.

BILLINGS:
What the hell was that?

What's going on out there?
I lost the call!

Get that call back right now
and turn on the lights!

Turn on the damn lights!

Is anyone out there?

Get the phone
and the lights back on.

Sounds like he's okay.

Vash,
we've got to get him
out of here.

BILLINGS: Emily,
you'd better make damn sure
it's safe up here.

Let me check this out.

John.

KILMER: Okay,
regroup in the garage.

Looks like
the power's been turned off.

Computers and elevators
are still on-line though.
Stand by.

I've got a bad feeling
about this.

Yeah, but why didn't
they snatch Billings?

Maybe they didn't
want to tangle with us?

How do you like me now,
bitch?

(SIGHS)

Power's gonna be out
for a while.

Tave,
call Mabe and get her moving.
Truck, full kit.

I don't like this stairwell.

Well, the elevators
might still be on.

What about the stairwell
on the other side
of the building?

Sir!

BILLINGS: I'm not coming out
until I know it's safe.

I'm telling you, Emily,
this is no
pissed-off union worker.

We've got one body
in the stairwell,
clean as a whistle.

Sir, we need
to get you out of here.

All right, let's move.

I'm in the parking garage.
Move in.

Elevators are still on.

That's nice,
but I still want to use
the other stairwell.

I don't wanna get stuck
in a box.

Sir, come on.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

That other stairwell
will be around this way
to the left.

You remember that time
you wore
that little black dress

when we went to that
restaurant on top of...
Vash, please.

It was the last time
we were on
a dark floor together.

We really had something, Em.

Yeah. Yeah, we did.

You know, you get
to the point in your life
when you can look back

and see the biggest mistake
you ever made.

Hey, make war,
not love.

(RATTLING)

You almost got shot, son.

(SCREAMING)

Get him out of here!
Mr. Billings.

(GUN FIRING)

(GUN FIRING)

(BUZZING)

Our garage
is closed right now.

I got three,
maybe four targets
with automatics.

Damn it.

Copy that.

Look, we've got
to get him out of here.

Negative.
Parking garage is O.B.

What does that mean?
The parking
garage is hot, sir.

We cannot go down there
right now.

No, no, no.
This is crazy.

We'll take
the other stairwell.

Look, we don't know
what we're up against.

We might walk into something
we're not equipped to handle.

Well, too late for that.
Uh, stairwell C.

Tave. Sitrep,
stairwell C.

Negative. Leads
to the same parking garage.

Sir. Sir!

You know,
maybe we should all
just stick together?

Sure, why not?

(VASH COUGHING)

(GUNS FIRING)

(DOOR OPENS)

VASH: Miss, stay in there
and keep the door shut,
please.

(BEEPS)

(EXPLODING)

(COUGHS)

Oh, good.
You're gonna make me do this.

(GRENADE CLATTERING)

You okay?

Sun Tzu says
to pitch the battle
on the field of your choice.

All right, get the men,
regroup down the road.

(GUN FIRES)

(BELL DINGS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(WHISPERS)
Mr. Billings?

Sir?

Emily?

VASH ON RADIO: Well,
whoever that was is gone now.

Situation?

Tave did a firefight,
then a lower stairwell.

Billings bolted
at the fourth floor offices,

Emily pursued
and I'm trying to locate them.

Parking garage is clear.

(RADIO STATIC BUZZING)

Easy.
What's going on? Who are you?

That's exactly
what I want to know.

Brice Billings.

My father told me
to pull the limo around
at 9:00.

I'm already late, so...

Call them all in.
Billings will probably go
to where he's keeping it.

We'll take care
of business there.

Yeah,
we'll hear from the inside.

Look, if you catch up to him,
you hold him
till I get there, you got it?

Right.

Hey, how's it going?
You good?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.
How about you?

I've been better.
Yeah, you got it.

Rally point.
Hold this position.

Yeah, you got it.

Lose something?

He ran away.

That's what
we should be doing.

Not me, Vash. This is my job.
I've got to find him.

Em, what's so important
that people are willing
to die here tonight?

Oh, you're bleeding.
Yeah.

Here,
go take off your jacket
and your shirt.

What's going on?

Next-generation weapons.

(EXCLAIMS)

For
the Department of Defense?

Let's just say
Billings fulfills
a niche market.

He got in early
and he knows what he wants.

What market?

When Black Ops
needs technology,

they can't just pop down
to Electronics-R-Us
for what they need.

W-Wait a second.

These are
government Black Ops people?

No, no.

There might be other groups

that want to get their hands
on some of this technology.

Other groups?

Your shirt.

(CLOTH RIPPING)

So, uh,
you have a boyfriend now?

Ow!
Sorry.

I never figured
you'd stick out
this corporate thing.

Yeah? Why's that?

You were the most
idealistic person I knew.

Young and stupid,
you mean?

I learned from you,

if you don't have
your own agenda,

you get sucked
into somebody else's.

Some people's agendas
can be good.

Yeah? Well, now
who's the idealist?

That's a very funny thought
coming from
Mr. "I'll Do Whatever I Want."

Well, maybe I've changed.

Or, at the very least,
in the process of changing.

When you left me

you left something behind.

That didn't survive.

I'm sorry.

(GIGGLING)

Yeah, hey, uh, John,

we are down one
"Over the Hill"
40th birthday party balloon.

HATEM: Copy that.
Down one balloon.

We need to find Billings.

That shouldn't be
too hard.

Where would I hide
if I were
a narcissistic son of a bitch?

Vash.

I would look
for the darkest corner
of the room

and try to find
the darkest place there.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Mr. Billings,
the place is secure.
We can leave now.

How can you
be so sure?

Hey. Mabe's moving.

Coordinate with our route
to his house.
Which route we taking?

Just follow us.
You'll be told
when you need to know.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

"Need to know"
was about an hour ago.

Em?

Leave the cell phone at home
next time, man.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

You need to level with me.

What's really going on?

Nothing. Billings is getting
a bit antsy.

I don't want him
to just go off again.

(HORN BLARING)

Look, I don't think
we're dealing
with just one thing here.

And one is professional.

Is there any chance
that this group is part
of the U.S. government?

No.

Fair warning,
if it is, we're out of here.

Fine. Look,
we'll take him to his house.

It's a fort.

What's going on?

Well, it seems
a pretty well-armed group

is a little pissed
at your dad.

Oh, and there's
that ninja wanna-be
that attacked us upstairs.

S-Someone attacked you?

Cut the crap.
What do you know?

It's my brother.

Your brother?

Yes, my brother.

He has a disease. Porphyria.

Makes him insane,
madness of King George,
all that stuff.

My father

keeps him locked up.

Your brother.

Well, you better
lock him up tighter
before he gets himself killed.

Or kills someone.

What's up?
Hey.

So, she's telling you
that this has nothing to do
with Uncle Sam, right?

That's what she's sayin'.

I figure
we should walk away
on this one.

Come on, man,
don't play.

You got any proof?

No.

It's just a feeling.

I hear you.

* You're in love
with the best man

* And when you went
to find him *

Who was that?

Kilmer and his thugs.

No, I mean that maniac
that attacked us up there.

How the hell would I know?

Yeah, Mabe, when we
get to Billings' house,

I need you
to run me a blood sample.

Also, I need a report
on a disease
called porphyria.

All right, thanks.

* I can't be seen

* You wanna sleep

* In his bed of roses

* You wanna be

* The one he chooses

What's up with you, man?
I've never seen
you this nervous.

We should walk, Vash.

Those same headlights
have been with us
for a few miles.

They're gaining.

Yeah, they probably
were waiting for us
right outside of Billings.

* Can't cure your pain

* While you float away
in a river

* To the desert rains

* When you were
six feet under *

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

We've got company.

EMILY: Can you handle it?

Yeah,
but it'd be nice to know
where we're going.

Not over the phone.

Just tell him
to keep following.

Can you just
keep following?

VASH:
Probably not.

You're not heading
to his house are you?

Just do your best.

No, bullshit!

Billings starts
leveling with me,
or all bets are off.

We're gonna walk.

We don't...

You listen up.

This is a terrorist group
that wants a very serious
piece of technology I have.

I will not risk
national security
over an unsecured line.

Just follow us
and keep the bastards off me.

John, don't scratch my car.

TAVE: Want me
to take care of them?

Yeah.
What are you waiting for?

No, no, no! Don't! Don't!
They might be government!

Fine.

Stand down.

* I can't believe

* I heard myself

* I can't be seen

* I can't be seen

* I can't believe

* I heard myself

* I can't believe

TAVE: Left! Left!

Go, man.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

VASH: Are you throwing
this fight, John?
Are you throwing this fight?

Up here. Up here.

I think they went this way.

No, they did not, Vash.

Hey, who's driving here,
me or you?

You better hope
they went this way.

Tave!
Tave, give me the phone!

Give me the phone back!

She's not answering.

John, you'd better tell me
why you sandbagged us.

What're you doing? Lose them!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

VASH: You took money, John.
You sold us out.

Vash, he came to my house.
What was I supposed to do?

Why?

It wasn't gonna hurt us.

No! No! Not good enough!

You're gonna tell me why!

Maggie said
she's leaving me.

She's taking my kids
away from me, Vash.

What?
My wife!

She's walking out on me
and she's taking
my children away from me!

I had to do something, Vash!
Nobody else is.

How? How could you do this?
How could you do this, John?

Look, it's not just
the Careington job.

The Rodgers case.
The Monterey job.

You son of a...
Vash, enough!

Come on! Let it go!
You're a piece of shit, John!

Do you hear me?
You're a piece of shit!
Come on!

Get off me, Tave!

Vash, you know, for you,
this--this--this whole thing
we do

is a noble, noble,
grand cause, Vash.

But the rest of us,
we have to pay bills!

(WHISPERS)
I have bills to pay.

You don't cover my ass.

You don't.

You'd leave me
hanging out there.

Come on.

I'm telling you, Tave.
I'm telling you, man.

You know
when we met each other
in Desert Storm,

we hated each other.

Veteran sergeant
and a green lieutenant,
right?

So we solved it
the old-fashioned way.

We took our discussion
out behind this house
that was there before Abraham.

And it took
everything that I had,

but I finally
made that asshole
see it my way!

You know, in the olden days,
you strike an officer,
it meant death.

But instead,
that bastard saved my life
three different times.

And now this, man...

I don't-- I don't know
what to...

Come on. Come on.

* So lonely there

* Walk on empty streets

* Somehow miss the narrow road

* Playing in a crowd of people

* Just hiding on my own

* Oh, so lonely there

* Oh, just loneliness

* Some place over the rise
lies a silent sea

* But my eyes will hide
where no one can hurt me

* As I unfold

* Just feasting
on my inner soul

* Oh, so lonely now

* Oh, oh

* Burning away
the fuel and fires

* The words, the thoughts,
the hopes, the plans

* The dreams
of what may yet

* So breathe

Mabe baby,
get me an analysis on these.

Sure.

Locator's a little weak.
We need to move fast
before we lose the signal.

Well,
the blood will prove it.

TAVE: Prove what?

She's not talking to you.
Just drive.

Porphyria.

The blood
doesn't produce enough heme.

It causes
all sorts of problems,
including mental instability.

Mental instability?

What do you mean,
like, insanity?

MABE: Yeah.

Yup,
it looks like your friend

from the Billings building
has it.

Sir, wouldn't we be safer
at your house?

That's where we'll go
after we pick up the device.

It's got a lot
of normal elements.

But there's some...

There's some traces
of chlordane in it as well.

Chlordane?
What's that?

Uh, it's a pesticide.

Hold on.

Looks like
it's a pesticide.

Was discontinued
by the U.S. government
in 1976.

Could a porphyria patient
possibly use that
as a treatment?

No, I--I wouldn't think so.
I should think
it'd make it worse.

So, uh, a factory,
an old warehouse

that manufactured it,
that's the site.

That's where
he could be staying.

It's possible, yeah.

Tave,
where's the locator taking us?

Towards
the southeast part of town.

Bingo.
The industrial section.

I think this porphyria guy
hasn't given up on Billings.

I don't like this.

We'll get the device
and get out of here.

Give me a hand.

Brice, grab
the other side.

(INDISTINCT MUMBLING)

No, Shawn,
I can do this myself.

Who are you talking to?
My brother.

You don't have a brother.
Yes, I do!

(WHOOPS)

Brice, get this off of me.

Shut up!

Don't do it!

Okay. It's just
a cell phone.

Don't do it!

It's just a cell phone. Okay.
Put it down! Put it down!

Put it down!

Put it down!

Brice!

Shut up!

Come here.
Come here.

Okay.

You see, Shawn?

I told you
I could have her.

(BRICE LAUGHING)

Yeah, I'm on Highway 26
moving toward
the industrial section.

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
Move in.

I gotta take this.

Yeah?

The battery's already dying
on this locator.

The best I can do
is this area here.

It's maybe
within a block or two.

Okay,
cross-reference that section

for any of Billings' holdings.

You know,
I'm not getting this.

Billings has another son
who wants to get even
for something?

What does that have to do
with Kilmer and his thugs?

Maybe nothing.

Mabe,
you got that file on Billings?

Yeah.
It's right here.

It says here
Billings only has one son.

All right, I've got it.
It's, uh,
1400 South Haskell.

It's an old warehouse
and factory.

They used to make pesticides
with chlordane.

(HUMMING)

* I've been noticing
the looks
you've been giving me *

We'd make
such a great team.

You know what, Brice?

You're right.
I have been looking at you.
You don't need the gun.

Oh, that's good.

All right,
here's the latest copies

of the floor plan
on file with the city.

That's probably
20 years old.

They're gonna be pissed
you're not working
for them anymore.

They're gonna take back
more than their money.

Maggie's
packing the kids up right now.

She won't even tell me
where she's going.

You know, man,
I'm no marriage counselor,

but it seems to me
this relationship needs

more than just
a quick infusion of cash.

You're right.
You're no marriage counselor.

Is it too late, bro?

I don't know.

Hey.

I'm not giving you any reason
to take other money
ever again.

TAVE: We're almost there.

Yeah, copy.

* You'll join the new religion

* When you know
you're in the high life

* We're going out tonight

* At half past ten

* I'll see you there

* And I'll bring you
to the new light

* And if you feel
that you might

* You'll know
that you'll be all right

* Inside my sanctuary

There's only one child.

I don't know
what Brice's been feeding you,
but he has no brother.

* You know
that you'll be all right

* Inside my sanctuary

* Oh, yeah, yeah!

You want to stay here
with Mabe and the truck?

Hell, no.

All right, then.

Let's do this.

You like that?
Yeah.

Brice!

Vash.

I'm sorry, Dad.
Let me give you a hand.

(BILLINGS SCREAMS)

Shut up!

(INDISTINCT MUMBLING)

Get off!

Oh! My leg!

(MIMICKING BILLINGS)
"Oh, my leg."

Shut up!

(GROANS)

Comfy? Good.

(HUMMING)

Come on.

You don't know
how to do this!

What is my I.Q.?

What is my I.Q.?
182!

(IMITATING BELL RINGING)

One hundred and eighty-two!

Do you really think

you could have succeeded
without me?

I'm gonna wait here
for Kilmer.

You guys secure
the perimeter.

Nothing leaves
that building.

You know what
I learned, Dad?

(GRUNTS)

I learned that porphyria

is treatable. Yeah.

You can't cure it.
No, no, no, no.

But you can
at least treat it!

Oh, but you knew that,
didn't you?
Please, Brice, no.

You knew that

and you still locked him away
in the basement.

Son, you have no brother.

Look at him!

God, Dad.

All those years,

locked away
in a basement.

You think that some food
and some freaking
board games is enough?

I gave you
everything you needed.

You were
a difficult child to raise!

Your son, Dad!
Your son!

You treated him

like an animal.

(BILLINGS SCREAMING)

Is there anyone else in there
with him?
I don't know.

Does he have
any other weapons?

It all happened
too quick, Vash.

Tave, threats unknown.
Find out what you can.

TAVE ON RADIO: Copy that.

Mabe, you've got company.
Lock it down.

MABE ON RADIO:
Truck is going out.

TAVE: Vash,
I see five on the street.
Our friends are back.

Mabe, we've got
two down at the truck.

The other two
are trying to flank.

(THUDDING)

John, Mabe might have
more than she can handle.

VASH: Tave, anything inside?

Stand by.

Just Billings.

(GASPS)

(GUN FIRES)

TAVE: I don't have a shot.
I don't have a shot!

Bye, bitch.

I count four down,
plus a second SUV.

Might have two more.

You're lucky it
didn't go through. Easy.

Easy.
It feels like it did.

Easy.

Yeah, Mabe took one.

She got hit in the vest.

VASH: Get her
back to the truck.

Just give me a minute.
I'll be fine.

Oh, Christ,
it stings like a bitch.

When was your
first job with us?
Remember?

You remember your first job?
Where was it?

Oh, God. Cardiff, Wales.

You were there. You know.

You--You didn't like me
being there.

You didn't like the idea
of having an Irish girl
on your team.

Yeah. Can you blame me?
All right, easy, easy.

I mean, you Irish and all.

You never lose your temper.

Just a little tough
to get you riled up.

I know.
All right.

All right.
Go back to the truck.

Lock yourself in.

I want to stay here.

Don't come out.

Fine.

BILLINGS: Brice!

Stop, please!

I had no help. No choice.

Where is he?
Where is who?

You got a son
nobody one knows about?

No, just Brice.

He had a disease.
I didn't know what to do.

He'd have been laughed at
if I'd have let him out.

That basement kept him safe.

I did it for him,
not to him.

I even gave him
personal tutors.

He's smart!

I did good.

"Hickory dickory dock
The mouse ran up the clock

"The clock struck one

"The mouse ran down"

That doesn't rhyme.

Come on.
We're getting out of here.
No! We need to take this.

Screw this device.
We're leaving.

BILLINGS: No!

Drop your weapon.

(GRUNTS)

VASH: Emily,
what are you waiting for?
Shoot him!

(SCREAMS IN PAIN)

You know, I don't care
what you're wearing,
that has got to hurt.

You know, Vash,

I never did get
to answer your question
about a boyfriend.

Let's go see
if this thing works.

Sounds good.

Yeah, you're in pain.
Come on.

EMILY: It works
three to four feet.

That's about right.

No, I got this. I got it.

Yeah, that's fair
after you shot me three times.

She shot you twice,
he shot you once.

I haven't shot you yet.

I was
a political science major,
asshole.

Not a math major.

Sit down.

I've got an FN 5.7 there.
That's armor-piercing.

You'd be dead
if I would've
capped your ass.

You're gonna wish I was.

You should have
let your partner
take my money.

Then we would have been done
with all of this.

Is it too late
to change my mind?

Yeah, I think it is.

Well, all right, then.

Never saw your agenda.

That's fascinating,
because you were the one
that taught me

in the personal
agenda department, Vash.

Emily, I was wrong.

(SHUSHING)

Vash. Did you ever think
that the only way
to be truly free

is to die?

(BRICE SCREAMS)

BILLINGS: Brice, my son.
I'm so sorry.

No, no.

Emily.

You got him.

Armor-piercing.

(GROANS)

Tave! We've got a man down!
Damn it, Vash.

You broke rule number one.

I didn't take
bullet for a client.

John!

(COUGHING)

I don't know
who's the bigger monster.

That freak

or the one that created him.

W-Why'd you do that?

I'm okay. I'll be okay.

John. Your family.

(GASPING)
You got to take care of
your family.

Robert's got to turn pro.

Yeah, let him play,
I know.

I know. He's just a kid.

You're right, I'm wrong.

And Mr. Billings,
about that wire transfer.

Tave! Mabe! Get in here!
We've got a man down!

Hey, don't you go anywhere.
Don't you go.

Don't you go. Don't you go.

Don't you go anywhere.

Psst!

Get down.

We got five.

Don't get so cocky, you hack.

HATEM ON RADIO: Just trying
to earn a paycheck.

Hey,
you got paid on the last job,
didn't you?

Copy that.

* Through the sidewalks

* 'Cause the cracks
are just deep

* Forgetting
all you had to offer

* There's nothing I can keep

* You can't turn to me
for solace

* Because I live to be a creep

* So stop chasing me
for answers

* You're just running
in your sleep!

* There's no time
to put this all together

* There's no time
to search for all the answers

* You've got me running

* From the things
that make me feel

* I'll keep on hanging

* From the thread
that makes me real

* No matter what follows

* I have nothing left to lose

* So I'll keep on waiting,

* And I'll just
leave it up to you

* I'll just
leave it up to you *

(DEEPER PLAYING)

* There's a veil

* A shadow covers my view

* Pull it down

* But it moves in you

* So I dance

* In the foyer of my mind

* And I find

* A package of my own life

* Will it go deeper?

* I'm standing in the way

* Please take me deeper

* No empty cliches

* I want to go deeper

* Past the shallows tone

* Please take me deeper

* Teach my feet to walk

* Comfort and convenience

* Stand sentry on my soul

* I ask for something more

* I just want
something to hold

* I'll take it to the edge

* My walk becomes a run

* And will there be a bridge?

* Or will I die?

* I want to go deeper

* I'm standing in the way

* Please take me deeper

* No empty cliches

* I want to go deeper

* Past the shallow tone

* Please take me deeper

* Teach my feet to walk