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I have just taken a prisoner.

I got a 12-gauge sawed-off shotgun

wrapped around a man's head.

I'm gonna talk to Fred Heckman! He'll get my story out!

This is Fred Heckman speaking.

I want you to interview me live on the air.

Special Agent Cormac McNally. I'm a forensic profiler.

I'm here now to serve as point person.

Tony called my home this evening.

For whatever reason, you're the means

to getting things through to Tony.

You're the conduit.

You'll never know what it's like

to be without hope.

You don't know anything about me, Tony.

I lost a daughter.

Patricia was 11 weeks old and two days.

I'm sorry.

We don't talk about her. We have never talked about her.

And now you have... to an entire city.

I'm worried about six feet of shade

starving my roses.

I will pray for a miracle

that there will be enough light to go around.

I got in touch with Tony's brother, Jimmie.

He was traveling, but he's on his way now.

Better not be the press.

I've got a security guard in here with a cattle prod.

I'm Barbara.

We've seen each other at First Presbyterian.

This is for you. May I come in?

D.A. Kelley has authorized us

to negotiate an immunity deal for Mr. Kiritsis.

Well, aren't you worried about the precedent that this sets?

The priority is getting the hostage out safely.

Exactly.

You're not a neutral observer anymore,

and we think that it would be in the best interest

for you to step down as news director.

Who's going to replace me?

I will be acting news director.

I won't apologize

for prioritizing a man's life over a story!

Well, belly of the beast.

They better not piss backwards on this.

If even one peep comes out of the D.A.'s office,

I will personally make it my mission

to destroy them all.

I can't get disbarred.

Mm-hmm.

Times like this, I think of H.R. Haldeman.

18 months at Lompoc

just for protecting the president.

I believe he was caught on tape

pressuring the CIA to pressure the FBI

to drop the Watergate investigation.

Exactly.

Don't say anything in case they're wearing a wire.

This is it.

Tony's gonna feel 10 feet tall when he signs this.

So will I.

We're almost out of the woods, Fred.

Tony! Good news!

Come on, open up!

We got you a deal!

Tony!

You're about to walk out scot-free, brother!

What's it look like?

They giving me a fair shake?

It's the most legal-looking document I've ever seen.

Well, what do my fuckin' lawyers say?

I'm told it's air-tight.

Slide it under the door!

Slide it under the door!

Okay, okay.

Well, I'll just go wait outside, I guess.

Yeah, wait outside!

Yeah, so they're gonna give him immunity?

Un-fuckin' believable.

Hey, hey, hey.

That is not how we answer the telephone.

Please put your mother on.

It's Dad.

Mm-mm.

Mom's... busy?

Look, tell her I am on a pay phone

at the Crestwood Apartments,

and I need to speak to her, please.

He says he's at a pay phone.

Yes, Fred. What?

I think this is gonna end soon...

the crisis.

It's going to end soon.

That's good.

Is that it?

Yeah. That's... that's it.

We can... we can get back to normal.

That's what I was trying to say.

Well, I'm not sure things will go back to normal, Fred,

for me.

Okay, after I do

the "coming to you live from location,"

uh, I'll go straight into "we have an urgent update

regarding the current hostage situation,"

and then, as soon as we get the okay,

I want to go live.

Okay, where are we at?

Uh, O'Brien went to go check.

So then we'll get into "The D.A. and Mr. Kiritsis'

lawyers are negotiating--" - You're burying the lede.

No, it can't be about who did the negotiating at the top.

Yeah, no, I know. What it should be about

is when is this nightmare gonna be over.

Maybe I should take this one.

No. Ben, I don't think so.

I think that given Tony and the public,

they really need to hear it in my voice.

It's just-- - Okay. So then you go into

"Mr. Kiritsis is in the process..."

"...process of signing a deal for the..."

No, "deal" is too vague.

It needs to be something more specific.

All right, "Mr. Kiritsis is in the process

of signing an immunity agreement--"

Ben, I know that until this is over,

you're head of news,

but I can still write my own copy.

Except for the times that I helped.

Right.

Hey, Gallagher's about to make a statement.

Stand by. I'll count you in.

Yeah? All right.

In three... two...

one...

This is Fred Heckman,

coming to you live from Crestwood Apartments,

where we have an urgent update.

After 36 hours,

the crisis may very well be coming to an end.

Chief Eugene Gallagher is about to give a briefing.

Good evening.

As of 8:00 p.m.,

the Marion County District Attorney's Office

has delivered an immunity agreement

to Anthony Kiritsis

to consider and sign.

It is our hope

that this will bring a swift conclusion

to this situation.

That's all for now.

Yeah, what about the...

what about the damages that Mr. Kiritsis is asking for?

Is Meridian going to pay?

Does this mean that Kiritsis won't be prosecuted at all?

What do the men on the force think

that Tony's gonna get a get-out-of-jail-free card?

When's our next update?

As soon as Kiritsis signs. Until then, we wait.

Chief, you're promising an end to this.

What does a "swift conclusion" mean?

Come on. Chief? Chief!

Answer the question, Gallagher!

I understand the situation is tense...

Chief!

Can you hold onto this?

Excuse me.

What's wrong?

Kiritsis didn't sign the fucking document.

Why not?

How do I fucking know why?

You should know why.

We should call him.

He's not answering the fucking phone!

Well, I could talk to him.

Through the door? No.

Tony trusts me.

Look... Fred,

I appreciate the offer,

but I don't need the headache

of a civilian putting himself in harm's way.

I'll talk to him.

I'll tell him the agreement is solid,

and I'll remind him that if he signs it,

he walks out of there a free man.

Tony trusts me.

That's true. That could work.

McNally goes with you to help coach.

You can't go your fuckin' self. And you need to get suited up.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

Let's get this fucking circus over with.

Aw, shit!

Fucking erase that...

Aw, fuck it.

Oyez, Oyez!

The State of Indiana versus Mr. Richard Hall Jr.!

Mr. Hall...

time for your day in court!

As the city eagerly awaits news

of the end of a hostage crisis,

we take a look back.

In an unusual move, Fred Heckman,

the venerable WIBC news anchor

and radio essayist of My Town Indy

has at times parried with Mr. Kiritsis.

Other times, he has encouraged him

and also comforted him,

all in an effort to assuage

the volatile and unpredictable hostage-taker.

I know that you don't abandon hope

without hope abandoning you first,

that's for sure.

My wife, uh...

during her whole pregnancy,

was knitting a blanket,

forest green yarn with a moss-green stitch on it.

Beautiful.

Pretty much the only sound you heard in our house

for nine months

was the clacking of knitting needles.

We had hope coming out of our ears.

Kids! We're going out!

Mr. Richard Hall,

M.L. Hall, and Meridian Mortgage,

you are being charged with crimes against humanity

and depraved fraud!

All rise!

That's you, pal. Get up.

The Honorable Anthony George Kiritsis presiding.

Defendant Richard Hall...

...how do you plead?

Tony, I--

Defendant! How do you plead?!

We need verbal confirmation for the record.

The defendant pleads "not guilty."

Ladies and gent-- you can sit down, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...

...prosecution will show beyond a reasonable doubt

that Meridian Mortgage, represented by this man,

the son of M.L. Hall,

this man and his family of vultures

deceived my client, Tony Kiritsis,

and forced him into foreclosure.

Over the course of this trial--

M.L.

The probation officer says you can call the house,

not the office.

Bit of a horror show, if you ask me.

Tomorrow's papers will have a grand time.

"Meridian bilks veterans."

{Tony] The prosecution will bring forth

198 exhibits of grievances.

I will show that my client, Tony Kiritsis,

was a hard-working man who had good faith

that this company wouldn't lie, cheat, or steal.

You, the jury, will deliberate based on the evidence provided,

and render your verdict.

We got the scales of justice right here, baby.

It's immunity or execution.

...render your verdict.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, I need you to understand

that this trial is about more than just monetary damages.

Over the past 18 months,

my client has suffered a variety of physical ailments

due to the pressure coming from the harassment

that this man's company has put on him--

No, no. Away from the door.

Against the wall. Yeah.

Hey, Tony? It's Fred Heckman!

Fred?

Uh, yeah, it's me!

What are you doing here?

Well, I-I wanted to talk to you!

Good!

Good, yeah. We're just working out some kinks.

Okay, uh, well...

basically, I just wanted to...

reassure you that I think this immunity agreement

is a really good deal.

Well, thanks for your input, Fred!

Yeah, and I'm just--

I'm just curious as to why you haven't signed it yet.

Well, Fred, you know I love you, baby!

You'll be the first to know when I sign,

but we're in the middle of something right now,

and, uh, and I'll call you later.

Well, Tony, I-I could wait out here, if you like.

Well, I'm sorry, Fred.

Look, like I said, we're in the middle of something.

I wouldn't want you to wait on those cold stairs.

I wouldn't do that to you, pal.

Listen, I-I think this deal is--

really has everything that you've asked for.

Are they pressuring you?

'Cause if they're pressuring you,

you can tell 'em to wait a goddamn minute!

As a matter of fact, the more they pressure,

the longer the wait!

Well, now, Tony...

Fred, clear out of here! It's dangerous!

No.

Lester, would you get that?

It's probably your mother-in-law.

The cops are angry about Tony's immunity deal.

They're all getting itchy.

Is anyone ready to talk?

"Loose lips."

And God help me if the Indy Star gets an interview

before we do.

Well, they got the Effie story, and that was our gold.

Okay, Ginny, I gotta say it.

When it comes to Fred or any superior--

You saw my face?

Yeah, I-I did.

He did.

Well, maybe this isn't for me.

Maybe this isn't for you.

You. Go down to the basement

and crank up the heat

till he sweats more than a pig in a sauna!

Go!

Look, I've been passed over

for as long as I can remember.

I've even had promotions denied. I had credits stolen.

I've had people talking down to me.

All the while, people are...

are going on and on about how...

What, people go on and on how?

People going on and on about how I should be grateful

because I'm Black.

It is what it is.

I get up every morning, I put on the suit and the tie.

I put on the smile to go with it.

But I don't want to have to smile.

I-I want Fred to see what I can do.

He does.

Look, this hostage thing is gonna end

one way or the other,

and when it does,

Fred is gonna be your boss again,

and mine, just like always.

Are you sure about that?

Um...

maybe you can get one of these cops

to talk off the record.

My broadcast is at the top of the hour,

so if you don't mind...

This is McNally.

I'm in apartment Bravo-203 with Heckman.

As soon as Kiritsis phones,

patch him through here, understand?

You and Tony in the hall, that should've worked.

Well, maybe I wasn't Fred Heckman enough for him.

Talking to him through the door,

intimacy, real gravitas, trustworthy baritone...

it should've worked.

He should've signed the document right there.

He trusts you.

Well, maybe Tony, like most other people,

isn't always predictable.

No, he is.

We are.

Just need to figure out what went wrong.

Christ, it's hot in here.

Need to open a window or something.

Whose apartment did you say this was?

Pearl somebody.

Bermuda.

Look at her--

young and pretty and full of hope.

Guessing she's a widow now?

I have no idea.

Come on, Pearl. Open... something. Jesus.

Here's her husband catching a fish.

Deep-sea fishing.

No idea that someday he's gonna be dead

and she's gonna be stuck

in a tacky little overheated apartment...

with kids that never visit.

You don't know that.

Says the monkey to the chimp.

Do you like steak?

Well, I certainly enjoy a nice ribeye now and again.

'Course you do!

What honest American man doesn't?

I've been upset for 44 fucking years,

and I know what it's like.

Listen, you tell those guys to play it cool,

because this here's the real fuckin' McCoy, Jack.

You know, I'm-I'm trying to work here.

So am I.

Heckman residence.

I don't think I can keep it together much longer.

I don't know what to do, what to say...

what to tell my kids.

I couldn't stay at the house any longer, I couldn't,

and now... I don't know what to do.

Where are you?

I'm fuckin' naked up here.

Where's the goddamn heater?

You know, everyone wants to see you dance.

I've been dancing for my whole life,

and I'm done.

I'm done.

Can you turn that fucking thing off, please?

I didn't think this would upset you so much.

Found the heater. Jesus.

This place is a fire trap.

Prosecution will now present

198 documented grievances of Mr. Kiritsis's

to be entered and received as evidence.

Grievance number one.

Your father, Mr. M.L. Hall,

poached my lessee, Eisner-Osco,

who was gonna pay yours truly a pretty penny.

Grievance number two.

Your father, Mr. M.L. Hall,

was conspiring to foreclose on me

since day one!

Grievance number three.

Your father shook my hand, looked me in the eye,

and called me an American dreamer.

Number four.

On January 12th, 1977,

your father put his hands on me,

called me crazy,

and threw me out of his office.

Five.

Your father never apologized.

Six. This one's for you.

You, Dick Hall, disparaged my reputation,

insinuating that I would never be able to pay.

Mm-mm. No, I was concerned

that you couldn't pay your mortgage--

- Hearsay! - ...you didn't have a job.

Hearsay!

What I had was a $5-million idea

and plan to turn that idea into a concrete reality.

I understand that, but it takes a lot more--

Is it your turn to speak, Mr. Hall?

No! I don't think so.

You will respect the rules of this court,

or I will hold you in contempt.

Do you understand?

- Yes. - Good!

'Scuse me!

You will address this court with the proper decorum.

Do you understand?

Yes, Your Honor.

Good.

Seven.

Failure to return phone calls promptly.

My girlfriend and I saw The Omen last week.

You see that yet?

Nope.

It's good. Not as good as The Exorcist.

You see that?

Yup. Lot of vomit.

Bunch of condensation on the window.

Must be hot as hell in there.

Aah, Jesus.

Are you twisting to the right?

Do you wanna do this?

Well, there have to be directions here.

She must've buried them somewhere.

{Fred] Well, why don't you go have a look?

Huh?

In fact, here. You do it.

Come on. Give it a whirl.

Aah!

Careful. It might be hot.

Oh, you stripped it...

so I'm gonna hold it really tight here.

Come, twist. Come here.

Heckman here.

Fred, I have a little angle

on the immunity story.

Cops are not happy with how Gallagher is handling things.

Can you throw to me after the local?

Tony could be calling any minute.

Uh, I can't. I'm sorry, Ben. I can't. I don't have it.

Don't have what?

I don't-- I don't have the lede.

I've been distracted.

Uh, can you just do it, please?

Fred, get off the phone.

Shut up. I-I--

Do you want my copy, for what it's worth?

No, no. I got it, Fred.

Okay, Ben, yeah. Thanks.

Good evening.

A drama that began yesterday morning

is still unfolding tonight

on the West Side of Indianapolis.

A former used-car salesman

furious over a foreclosed mortgage,

took a real-estate president hostage yesterday.

Number 12.

August 28th, 1976,

your father criticized my sport coat.

Number 13-- nope, that's not for this case.

What're you looking at?

Is that your father?

No, that's Charles Laughton.

Huh. He looks very proud.

Yeah, he loved that truck.

Sold ice cream out of a gravel lot

behind a gas station.

Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do.

You're trying to get me to talk about myself,

about my family,

acting like we're friends.

My father was a real S.O.B.,

just like yours.

Well, we have that in common.

Oh, you don't know the first thing abou--

your father was nothing like my father.

You couldn't last a day with my father.

You have no idea what a real S.O.B. is.

People used to litter their ice cream cups

all over the parking lot.

That motherfucker would make me pick 'em up,

wash 'em out, so he could reuse 'em.

Four years old!

I get the belt

if I let any of those cups get soggy,

and trust me, you never wanted the belt,

not at four, not at ten, not at 12.

Never wanted the bel--

We will now hear from the defendant, Mr. Richard Hall.

You're up at bat.

Bases loaded, two outs, full count.

Go ahead, Dickie.

Um... ahem.

Start talkin'!

So, a company like Meridian

is in the business of risk and return.

It's high risk, high reward.

- Objection. - For what?

Argumentative.

The judge knows perfectly well how companies work!

Your Honor, Mr. Kiritsis complained

that he was feeling wronged.

Well, feeling wronged and being wronged

are two different things.

Objection!

Criticizing your jacket?

What kind of allegation is that, Tony?

You wouldn't fuckin' know!

You've had a silver spoon up your fucking ass

your whole entire fuckin' life!

It took me three months of savings

to get that fuckin' jacket.

You people think

that you're better than everyone else!

You think because I wore the wrong fucking jacket

that you're better than me?

That I'm not entitled to the same things you have?

Tony... it's not personal, Tony.

Objection! Bullshit!

You just didn't have enough capital!

Objection!

Objection, you fucker!

You motherfucker!

Strike! Strike! Strike the witness!

Strike Meridian!

Strike you!

Objection! Objection.

Strike! Strike the witness! Strike!

I was wronged.

Not "felt" wronged, "was" wronged,

and I continue to be.

I'm as hot as a fuckin' pig right now.

Oh... whew!

Oh...

I don't feel good.

Wait, here... flop sweat.

Oh, I don't feel good.

Oh, shit.

Oh, good God.

Hoo-whee.

Change that shirt--

Yeah, well, it's colder than a witch's tit up here.

Oh!

Smell like a pig pen.

How you doin'?

Dick? You look parched. Here.

I thought I was gonna throw up.

I threw up five years ago. That was the last time.

Court's in recess.

Here you go.

I got the gun. I still got the gun.

Take a drink.

Anthony Kiritsis

continues to hold Richard Hall hostage

in his booby-trapped apartment-

Hi. I'm parked right outside.

What can I get for you?

Uh, nothing, thank you.

I hate to say it, if that mortgage fella

was gonna walk out of there alive,

he would've been out yesterday.

If you hate to say it, why'd you say it?

Ibby...

I couldn't stay in that house anymore.

The phone won't stop ringing,

and the press keeps getting closer to the front door,

and I am trying to keep the kids

from knowing anything is wrong,

and I didn't want them to see me upset.

I'm not a bad mother.

And if you think I am, then you can just move along.

Can I have another?

I'll have a B&B, straight up.

What's he doing in there?

It was a bad idea to send you to the door.

I can't have sacrificed all this...

my job, my...

for this to go south now.

No way.

She'll forgive you, Fred.

What'd you say?

McNally.

No calls.

Well, when he gets one, he should take it.

Copy. Thanks.

Gallagher saying, "Why the fuck hasn't this fucking thing

fuckin' ended yet?"

Take what?

You said he should take it.

Wh-what should he take?

What kind of guns are snipers using these days?

Tsk.

I believe it's a Springfield 1903A3

with 7.62 NATO rounds.

I thought a sniper was the last resort.

What do you want me to say, Fred?

We're trying everything and anything that we can

to get Kiritsis out of his foxhole.

I'm handling a crisis.

Like you're handling me?

In a manner of speaking...

yeah.

You profiled me?

I profile everyone, Fred.

What is this, some-some kind of game to you?

Don't be a child. We're trying to win here.

The immunity agreement isn't real.

It's all bullshit.

Ding ding ding ding!

What the fuck's wrong with you?

Wow, cowboy.

I didn't know your fuse was this short.

I wasn't sure.

All that matters

is that Tony thinks the immunity agreement is real.

That's what gets us across the finish line.

Cheers!

Big night for the Elks.

My first date with Dick was here.

Mm.

My father was a diplomat,

and my mother had an interior-design business

while we were stationed in Japan,

and because I was blonde,

she would have me stand at the front door

and greet people as they would come in.

Yokoso, haitte kudasai.

Oh!

Yokoso, haitte kudasai.

And, then, when I was in high school,

I wanted to be Dovima.

From Vogue?

You know?

Anyway...

that didn't happen.

And I didn't go to New York, either.

I wound up here, and now I have...

a mother-in-law who likes to gift me his-and-her towels

because she doesn't like for things to mix and match.

Isn't that great?

Your father's a diplomat?

God, did he have thoughts about Dick.

But I...

I couldn't wait to get engaged.

Now I only see them at Christmas.

What about you?

What about me, what?

How did you find yourself in your current predicament?

I don't think I am in a... predicament.

So what, everything's just perfect over at your house?

No.

No, I didn't say that either.

You know how to antagonize a person.

That's just what Dick says.

How're you doing, Jimmie?

What do you think he's doing up there?

The sniper's looking for a shot to kill my brother.

It's a scenario.

Well, everyone's trying their best.

I know in their hearts,

the police and the rest don't--

don't want harm to come to my brother or Dick Hall.

Uh...

Uh...

...it's my mother's.

Saint Jude,

the patron saint of hopeless situations.

It's beautiful.

I'm glad she's not here to see this.

You take it.

Oh. No, Jimmie. Come on. I couldn't.

No, no, no, I-I want you to take it.

Tony would want it too.

I mean, I don't think he'd still be alive

if not for you, so come on, you take it, Fred.

Well, I'll tell you what. I'll get this back to you

when this is all over and everyone's home safe, okay?

You're a good man, Mr. Heckman.

God bless ya.

I'm gonna call and check on my sister.

Yeah, go ahead and do that.

While the city waits with bated breath,

questions remain

about whether or not Kiritsis will receive

the funds he's asked for.

When asked,

Police Chief Gallagher offered no comment.

More on the unprecedented immunity agreement

from our reporter Ginny Hughes.

Anonymous sources at the police department say

that a growing number of officers

are furious over a blanket immunity promise,

in what some describe

as, quote, "a lunatic running the asylum."

This is Ginny Hughes, WIBC News.

Thank you, Ginny.

Up next is Hockey Bob with tonight's scores.

How did I do?

Do you feel like you're about to throw up?

Yeah, definitely.

Then you did good.

Okay.

Gin?

Hi.

I just did my first report on air.

I'm sorry I didn't have time to tell you.

What are you doing here?

Your parents have been worried sick

about you being down here.

We've been trying to reach you all day.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

Yeah.

My friends and I would like to buy you ladies a drink.

Oh, uh, no, thank you.

My friend has V.D.

No. Uh, no, I don't.

No, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

She got it because her husband sees prostitutes.

Thank you anyway.

Ibby...

What? It worked, didn't it?

What do you care?

Well, you could've said you had it

instead of hanging me out to dry!

Things aren't perfect at my house.

For one thing...

I hate my neighbor.

Oh...

I think about how controlling she is

about the goddamn property line--

like we're the Rockefellers.

She makes me want to scream.

My mother used to hate her neighbor,

and I never understood why, but now I get it.

I have this...

real and deep hatred

that burns each time I even think about her.

She's built a fence that will kill my roses.

It's a rare rose...

I planted for my daughter...

Patricia.

I didn't know you had another daughter.

I did.

Your Honor, I understand that it is late in the trial,

but I'd like to make a motion

to submit an additional witness,

a surprise witness,

someone who should be here, but isn't.

We'll allow it, Mr. Prosecutor.

You may proceed with your witness.

If Mohammed won't come to the mountain...

well, you know the rest.

And the surprise witness is--

drum roll?

Ungh! Mr. M.L. Hall!

I'm never gonna answer, Dick.

Dad...

...you need to apologize.

We did that, son.

On TV and the radio.

Yes, sir, but he wants to hear it from you, only you.

At some point, we have to put our foot down

to people who can't pull themselves up

by their own bootstraps.

Dad... please.

Probation officer says

he'll call the house, not the office.

11 rings.

Dad...

♪ I's the b'y that builds the boat ♪

12.

♪ And I's the b'y that sails 'er ♪

♪ I's the b'y that catches the fish ♪

♪ And brings it home to Mabel ♪

"Meridian bilks veterans."

13!

14 fucking rings and no answer.

What is more important than the safety of your own son?

You got a gun to your head...

gun to your head, and he still won't apologize!

I should've written everything down.

The star witness is a no-show!

He put hands on me.

He put hands on me and marched me out of his office

like I was nothing!

You know what I say?

You know what I say?

Don't let it bother you.

Water off a duck's back.

Don't let him get to you.

Tony?

Yeah? Yeah?

I apologize.

On behalf of my father, on behalf of myself,

I apologize.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Let the record show that the defendant...

...gave a heartfelt apology...

...an apology that constitutes an admission of guilt.

I'm sorry, Dick...

...but the verdict is in.

- No. - Yeah.

But before I render your sentence--

Oh, my gosh. That's Tony.

That's Tony!

Command, this is Overwatch. I've got eyes.

Permission to engage?

Overwatch, this is Chief.

You see him through the window?

Affirmative.

Did you think I was gonna kill you?

Fred! Fred!

Hear anything?

Do you see him through the window?

Sniper's gonna take the shot.

Is the shot clear?

Crystal.

Take the shot.

Copy. Marking target.

Lost the shot. Standing down.

Lost the shot!

What the fuck's the matter with you?

Hey, what's going on?

What is happening?

What do you think is happening?!

Our hostage has been held for over 40 fuckin' hours!

If I can blow the head off this Tiny Tim,

goddamn it, I'm gonna do it!

He's got the immunity agreement.

- He's gonna sign it! - We don't know that.

Maybe Tony, like most human beings,

isn't entirely predictable.

So, I'm sorry, what?

We're just gonna give up? That's it?

You have to sell the immunity, Fred.

I tried that already!

On the news.

Through the radio.

That's the conduit.

You're gonna have to talk to him like your friend,

tell all of Indianapolis

that you believe in this agreement,

that you personally vouch for this agreement.

And you better fuckin' be convincing.

I'm sorry. I don't sell lies on the news.

Oh, come on, Fred.

Two men's lives are at stake here.

You got the wrong guy.

I'd say "call me when you get home," but...

I'll send up a smoke signal.

Dick... was hung over the morning it happened.

I had to tie his tie for him.

The things we do.

When this is all over...

...do you think Fred will remember us?

What do you say we partner up

and shoot our way outta this in a blaze of glory?

No, I'm just kidding. I'd never give you a gun.

I don't trust you for that.