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Give me audio on that, please.

Right turn on Royal.

Can you zoom in?

-All right. Now pan right.
-Yes, that's affirmative. Male, late 30s.

Six males, Quadrant 9.
Give me the middle one.

Not a match.
Agent 486, squawk and ident.

Need your position.

I'm heading north on Clinton.

All right, let's get a sweep
moving southeast on Toulouse.

Strike that. On Conti, 800 block.

I'm going to change position.

-Two out of five, no good.
-It's no good.

Come back on Exchange
and head north.

I'm moving onto Burgundy Street now.
Got some dropouts on the back.

Possible target heading northeast
on Bourbon, 50 yards from St. Louis.

Southwest corner. Target is wearing
a red shirt and shoulder bag.

I see the target. I'm too far out
for a facial lock.

I've got him. Red shirt.

No good. Face is turned.

-Static camera missed him too.
-Gator's got eyes on him.

-I'm heading back around the perimeter.
-Gator, he's 120 yards ahead to the left.

I'm right behind him. Looks real close.

-Can't get a clear shot.
-He's coming up on your left.

Suspect in red
continuing on Conti Street.

Rabbit got him. Full face.

Give me a sec.

Beginning scan.

Negative. It's not a match.

Okay. Bulldog, take the northwest quad.
Gator, hold firm, cover that east bank.

Samuel's in position?

We are just waiting on Miles, sir.

Need a whole new sweep of the area
starting in Quad 1.

Let's get all Bank A cameras online.

Danny? You're not feeding the dog,
are you?

No, I'm looking for my badge.

They give you two things
when you're a cop: a gun and a badge.

I have one.

-I can't find my badge.
-It's on the thingy.

The thing? I was just over
by the thing. It's not there.

Shortie, remember our plan.
You stay strong...

...I'm gonna give you food.
Just don't tell Mom I gave you that.

Daniel Fisher.

Trying to build the world's most
dominant Pug. He's bulking.

-Look at him.
-Come here, Shortie. Come on.

Daddy's bad.
Come here. I'll show you the thingy.

The thing. It's by the thing.
I was just by the thing. It's not there.

The thingy.

-This is the thing?
-Yeah.

-Didn't know you meant that thing.
-Course not.

It's here.

-You know, I still got, like, 10 minutes?
-Yeah?

-Only takes you two, honey. Come on.
-I think it's a strong two.

Go to work. Be safe, okay?

Okay.

Go.

Love you, Shortie.

-Hey, Hank.
-Hey, Molly.

Come on.

Oh, shit. I am definitely not smarter
than a fifth grader.

Twenty-six, 71, 98 southbound,
10 at 90. Do you need backup?

Hey, man. What's going on?

You gotta get permission from the
old lady and the dog to come to work?

Just the dog.

Hey. Homework.

FBI's tracking this guy through the
corridor. They need hand-holding.

Coming out of the hotel.
Target matches four of five points.

Gator's on Royal, 200 block.

All available agents scramble.
We need a clear lock. Get audio in place.

He's moving towards Bourbon.
I'm 50 yards back.

Come on, people.
I can't afford to lose this guy again.

I'm in position.
Target heading towards me. Clear shot.

Hold position.

-Sir, the locals need--
-Shut up.

Show me that Irish bastard.

Confirmed. We have a positive ID
on Miles Jackson.

You wanna see the face of the devil?
There it is.

Brought down Transatlantic
flight 212...

...bombed the American embassy
in Frankfurt.

The man decapitated his own brother
for blowing a deal in Tangiers.

It's game day, people. Let's go.

Got him.

-He's got his cell phone out now.
-Sir, he's making the call.

-Hey, open up Samuel's feed.
-It's an incoming call, sir. Still encrypted.

Fifteen minutes, the abandoned wharf
on Permission Way.

Miles is bringing the weapons
and we're making the exchange.

Got three cameras,
including the harbor crane.

I need team one
to get me set up.

Remember our deal.
You wanna see your brother again...

...you do as I say when I say it.

We get Miles, we get the weapons,
you and Joshua get your freedom. Clear?

Now we dance.

-No. Hey, hey. No, no, no.
-Hang on, he stopped.

Let's see, he takes your bishop...

...knight to C-4,
pawn to A-7, rook to block.

He takes your queen,
it's all over but the crying.

Try pawn to A-6. It's better.

He's heading east.

He's hailing a cab.

Mobile Unit 6 has video on him,
hundred yards back.

Send N.O.P.D.
the new pics on Miles...

...have them establish
a 10-block perimeter around the wharf.

-Sir, should you call the director?
-No.

First time Miles
has been out in years.

Director has no idea
you're about to cut a deal.

There is no deal. We use Samuel
and Joshua to get to Miles.

We bring them all down.
Nobody's going anywhere.

This time he's not getting
away from me.

Just give me the scoop, man.
So you gonna pop the question or what?

I'm just saying, you move in with
the lady, the ring comes next.

-Bro, it's been two weeks.
-And?

Yeah, you've lived with
like 14 different girls.

Why, yes, I did,
but I'm sexier than you.

A freakishly large man
such as yourself...

...Is gonna keep a woman like Molly,
you have to put her in cuffs.

ETA, two minutes.
Cameras are up inside the wharf.

Punctual, Sam. I like that.

We got audio now.
Reading five by five.

-Okay, we're in first position.
-All teams on my mark.

We get Miles to lead us to the location
of the guns, we proceed with extract.

Okay, so....

This is how this rodeo is gonna work:

You give me the briefcase...

...I give you the PDA
with the coordinates to the weapons.

It's all very simple.

No.

I can't do this.

Don't you do this, you son of a bitch.

You can't do what?

I set you up.

The FBI knows you're here.
They're watching us right now.

They know you're here...

...and now I'm never gonna see
my brother again.

Half an hour,
Lake Pontchartrain Causeway.

You bring me my brother,
I'll bring you Miles.

That is, of course,
if he makes it that long.

Holy shit.

-Let's move. Get me an outside feed.
-You got it.

Sir, we need to stop them
before they get to the bridge.

Get me a 20 on Joshua.
Samuel is gonna try to get his brother.

-Make a deal?
-Ray, pick up the phone.

The FBI told us exactly
where they were positioned. Go around.

Okay.

You all right?

It's gonna bruise like a bitch.

You're lucky I didn't aim any lower.

Man, it's just like
those pansy-ass feds.

I mean, they call us,
we jump right away.

We call them, city's under 7 feet
of water, hey, five days, take it easy.

Those guys skin my ass, Danny.
They really do.

Look at this guy: arms trafficking,
espionage, murder.

Hell, he even sold two dirty bombs
in Paris last year.

-Interpol says he's got two more.
-Like the city needs more to deal with?

I mean, really, why can't they take
that crap someplace else? Kansas, lowa?

Helsinki.

All units, we're at black.
FBI requests assistance.

Sending information.
Eight suspects, three vehicles...

...heading to
Lake Pontchartrain Causeway.

-The feds dropped the ball again.
-Surprised?

Someone broke into the safe house.
They took Joshua and killed our agents.

-He did it again.
-How do you wanna proceed?

We'll take them.

Take them.

I threw in an extra 5 percent,
for treating my brother and I so well.

-Was it any trouble getting him out?
-For me?

For the two guards
I had to kill, maybe.

He's waiting at the airfield?

Yeah, he's there right now.
Why don't you give him a call?

You know what the funny thing is?

If I hadn't found out the FBI
was holding your brother...

...as a bargaining chip to catch me...

...you'd have gone along with this
without a consideration.

And I'd be out
of my hard-earned cash.

The FBI'd probably
have me in custody...

...and you and your douche-bag brother
would be holding hands...

...somewhere in the south of France.

Yeah, hello?

I'm sorry, Joshua can't come to the
phone right now, but thanks for the ride.

Oldest trick in the book, Sam.
Turn their heads with one hand...

...quietly slip out the back
with the other.

Later.

-Right on time, baby.
-Aren't I always?

Show me.

We can finally afford that pony
that you've always wanted.

I'll drive.

FBI update: Suspects in custody,
but Miles Jackson is still at large.

Looking for gray van, Louisiana plates,
Alpha, Golf, November, 803. Stand by.

Unit 14 en route for the Lower Nine.

Hold on.

My bad.

I didn't even see that guy.

Turn around.

Turn? What are you talking about?
We're at black, we gotta get over there.

We gotta stop that car,
that's the girl.

Jesus. All right.

Headquarters to 521.

Pull over, please.

Come on, you heard Dispatch.

We're looking for an Irish dude in a
gray van. You think this is a good idea?

Just ask her the questions.

Such a waste of time.

-License and registration, ma'am.
-Evening, officer.

-What seems to be the problem?
-Evening. License and registration, please.

Yeah, of course.

Hope I'm not in any sort of trouble.

How does everything look?

Outstanding.

What's a pretty lady like you...

...doing driving all by herself
through a neighborhood like this?

Sometimes I like to be alone.
Sometimes I don't.

-Give me a second.
-Yeah, no problem.

Dude, do you wanna see her face?

-Here. Thank you, ma'am.
-Thank you.

And listen...

...here's my card, you know,
for those times when you don't.

Ask her to open the trunk.

-I'm working my shit. What you doing?
-Ask her.

I'm gonna need you to pop your trunk.

-Gun!
-Shit.

-This just got interesting.
-I got this.

10-13, officer down.
You all right, man?

-Where'd he get you?
-Shot me in my ass.

-In your ass?
-Shut up.

Keep pressure on it.
Three minutes to EMS.

Hang on.

No. I know that look. Wait for backup.

Don't be a cowboy. Danny!

There's one on foot.

-Left or right?
-I don't know.

You watch that side,
I'll watch this side.

Pursuit on foot.

Parallel on Duquesne.
Suspect's in a gold BMW.

There he is.

Where do I go, Miles? What do I do?

Saint Claude,
right on Montmartre.

Cross the bridge, get on the jet,
never see the New Orleans police again.

Police business.

Okay, keep going.

This guy's really starting to annoy me.

-Come on. You got him?
-Not yet.

You see him?

Move!

Damn.

Down, boy. Down.

Officer Fisher still on foot pursuit.
Subject's headed towards the marina.

It's two blocks to the bridge.
Home free.

Erica!

-Move, move, move!
-Freeze. Hands in the air, now!

-Miles?
-Now!

Run!

Erica.

Stay in the vehicle. Stay in the vehicle.
Hands up, now!

-Who are you?
-On the ground!

What's your name?

Officer Fisher.

I'll remember you.

On the ground.

I'm trying to figure out
what's worse:

Your shooting at this table,
or shooting at the range.

He's got jokes, huh?
I'll take those, Jesse.

Hey, mama, this might
be a little strange...

...but Danny here wants to know
if you think I'm sexy.

-Really?
-Oh, yeah. Inquiring minds got to know.

-Don't worry. We had him neutered.
-See? Safety first.

You're an animal. Change, man.

-Hey, a toast.
-Right on.

To my partner. One year ago tomorrow,
we made detective.

Yeah, and all because
of my outstanding police work.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that you
captured an international arms dealer.

But seriously, bro, I mean,
from patrols in the Lower Nine to this?

-That never bother you?
-What?

What? The mandated pay raise?
The flashy new badge?

Benefits of being a minor celebrity?
Hell, no.

You never think what would've
happened if we'd stayed put...

...and called for backup that night?

Aside from the fact that I wouldn't have
a bullet hole in my ass cheek?

Yeah, besides that.

Yeah, no, Danny, not at all.
You know what? Neither should you.

Just saying.

Girl dies that night
and we get promoted.

-Can I get a cup?
-Sure.

-That's it?
-I got to.

-It's fellas' night out. One more.
-One more?

We've had six one mores.
I gotta go home. Why?

Because that beautiful woman,
that annoying dog...

...they're waiting for me.

-l can't argue with that, bro.
-All right, man.

Good luck.

Come on, son, I don't need luck.
This ain't about luck.

-You gotta be kidding me.
-This is not a big deal, okay?

Two inches of water on the floor,
look at Shortie.

I know. Phil's gonna be here
in a few minutes.

That's all I need.
Put his kid through college.

-Not a big deal, this is our home.
-Our home is made of papier-méaché.

Stop. Look, I have to go to the hospital.
I'm doing another night shift.

-I'm putting you and Shortie in charge.
-Fantastic.

We're fucked.

I'm gonna start sleeping
in the guest room.

There's pork chops. Make sure you feed
Phil when he's done saving our house.

Love you guys.

Dude, didn't I tell you two months ago
that you had to replace the stop valve?

-What stop valve?
-Look, I told you it had a crack.

You said that you'd take care
of it yourself, save a little cash.

Spent all afternoon
underneath that sink.

-l was gonna get to it.
-When? Two months ago?

I bought the new car.
I was trying to save some cash.

-l can't handle this, I'm gonna be late.
-Molly?

Danny, what?
Look, I need a little help here, okay?

First it was the gas bill and then
the air conditioning, and now the sink?

I mean...

...I love you, I just need to know I can
trust you with these things, okay?

I'm sorry.

I gotta go.

Molly, wait.

Look, I'll see you
in the morning, okay?

Dude, sorry, I didn't mean to make
a ruckus, but a plumber's gotta plumb.

You want a little advice?

The ones that go
underneath the sink...

...those are the ones that you don't
wanna have walk away.

Yeah.

Is this Officer Fisher of the
New Orleans Police Department?

-Detective Fisher. Who's calling?
-This is Miles Jackson.

-How you been?
-Why the hell are you calling me?

Say hello...

...chat about the weather,
see if you fancy a quick bite.

Prison food tastes like shit.

Yes, it does.
One of the many reasons that I left.

I put you there.
I'd know if you were out by now.

Really, Danny?

I'm sorry, but I think you might have
been left out of the loop on this one.

Okay, so, where are you?

Close enough to smell Molly
in the shower...

...while you were taking
your little nap.

It's a real shame about the plumbing.
I was really starting to enjoy the show.

Danny? Where you going?

I don't know what you're doing.

You come anywhere near me
and Molly, I swear to God--

Danny, please, shut up.
You killed the love of my life.

It was an accident, Miles.

Oh, and poor Phil. He was really
looking forward to those pork chops.

Phil?

Phil, get out of the house!

Now, see, that was an accident.

Okay, you listen very carefully
to me, Danny.

It's our anniversary.

One year ago today,
whether by dumb luck...

...or uncompromising skill,
you bested me.

And as such, today,
we're going to have our rematch.

I just took round one.

The last time we met, you took from me
what can never, ever be replaced.

And for that, I am going to take
from you.

Now, I just wonder, do you think Molly
is gonna be able to trust me?

Miles? Miles?

-Keep him safe.
-All right.

Excuse me, could I just use your phone?
I need to call my daughter.

-Yeah, of course.
-Thank you. Great.

From her house.

Okay.

Molly!

How about Camille's mom?

Molly!

-Out of the car.
-What?

-Out of the car. Come on.
-Okay.

Hey, watch it.

That's great.

Yeah, no problem.

-Holler at your boy.
-Hank, call DOT.

Have them stall
the Thomas Jefferson ferry.

-What's going on? Slow down.
-Miles Jackson.

He broke out of prison.
I don't know how.

If we don't stop that ferry
I'll never see Molly again.

All right, all right. DOT. I'm on it.

Did you get good grades?

Try to get some
of your homework done.

Bye-bye.

-Thank you so much.
-No problem.

-Sorry it took long.
-Don't worry.

Molly. Molly, pick up. Damn it.

Detective Danny Fisher.
Secure this area now.

Ladies and gentlemen, hold it.
Stop for a minute.

Danny. Where is she?

She's gone. She gets on the ferry
and she's gone.

Calm down. Maybe she's just
on the streetcar.

No. You don't understand.

He said I took what can never
be replaced. He's gonna kill her.

Danny, that's not gonna happen, okay?
We're gonna find her, get her back.

Molly, come on, pick up. Pick up.

Molly Porter's phone.

Let me talk to her.

How do you know
she's not dead already?

I'm just teasing, Danny.

Come on. Come on,
where's your sense of humor?

-Here, say hello to your boyfriend.
-Danny, please. We're in a silver--

Molly. Molly, where are you?

That one was for free.
The rest you'll have to earn.

I'm gonna find you.

I'm gonna hunt you down
and kill you.

Well, you know what?
I look forward to that, Danny.

It's a game. What?
You like games, don't you?

Mouse Trap, Monopoly, naked Twister.

This one's called 12 Rounds.

Round one, I took your house.
Round two, I took Molly.

The only way to keep her alive?
You do exactly what I say, when I say it.

If you're still standing after all
12 rounds, you'll have won her back.

You gotta be kidding me.

You can't expect me to believe
you're gonna keep--

You'll believe what I tell you to believe.
I don't think you've got much choice.

Okay, round three.

In 15 minutes, I will be calling
a particular cell phone in the city.

You return to where we first met, see if
you can pick up my scent once again.

Okay, Molly said
she was in a silver van.

Can't be more than six blocks
from here.

-Put out an APB. Trace Molly's cell.
-Okay.

Who are you?

What's your name? Officer Fisher.

I don't see anything.

Maybe we're in the wrong place.

No. This is where we stopped the car,
where it started.

And this is where he shot me in the ass,
but I don't see anything.

How much time?

We got 10 minutes. I definitely
think we're in the wrong place, Danny.

No, wait. I could be wrong.
That's not from Katrina.

That's today's date.

You're right. That's a code.

We got degrees, we got clocks.

Those aren't real clocks though.
There's no hours. Countdown?

No, no, no. It's just two degrees,
two clocks.

Degrees, minutes, seconds.

X.

Longitude and latitude. A location.
Where we're gonna find the phone.

Longitude and latitude.
How do you know this stuff?

Eighth-grade geography, brother.
Let's go.

Okay, read them back to me.

No, no, no. Twenty-nine degrees,
57 minutes, three seconds.

Got it. 317 Decatur.

317 Decatur?

-Yeah.
-That's my brother's firehouse.

Hey, bro. Doing an all-day
ping pong tourney. Come on down.

-You at the station?
-Why are you shouting?

Everybody out. There may be a bomb in
the house. I'll be there in two minutes.

Moving out now. Let's move.

-I need the computers patched.
-Yeah, they're clear upstairs.

-Everybody out?
-Yeah.

-This guy put a bomb in the house?
-Guy blew up my house, took Molly.

-No idea what he's gonna do.
-Fifteen seconds.

He said he was gonna call
a particular cell phone.

Everybody, cell phones out.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

You hear that? It's right there.

-Can I help you?
-Hey, Jansen, give me a second.

-Hello?
-Look at that, Danny. Right on time.

You've just earned yourself
extra minutes on the next task.

And speak of the devil,
there's the bell for round four.

There's a fire in the Orleans Savings
and Loan.

In the memory chip
of the phone you're holding...

...are the numbers of two security
deposit boxes located on the 10th floor.

To win, simply grab those boxes
by 5:55 exactly...

...or there's gonna be
an early knockout.

You gotta be shitting me.

Not enough time,
I'm just gonna come in.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Hey. Hey.
Telecom is up on your phone.

They think they found the van
that Miles used.

I'm gonna go back and set up a
war room, all right? You okay?

Hey, hey, hey, focus.

Molly needs you to focus. All right?

We gotta do this.
You gotta help me find her.

When have I ever let you down before?

You're right.

All right? Go get this done.

-Detective Fisher?
-Yeah.

Ray Santiago, FBI.
This is Inspector George Aiken.

We understand Miles Jackson's
resurfaced in the area.

-What did you just say?
-Miles Jackson.

We heard he tried to contact you--

Guy breaks out of prison, FBI knows
and nobody tells me?

-We understand that you're upset--
-It was none of your business.

You can cry
about what you didn't know...

...or you can tell us everything
that happened since you woke up.

That is, if you want your girl back.

Danny, you catching a ride?

We're your best chance, Danny.

Tell us what we wanna know,
we'll tell you what you wanna know.

You better talk as fast as they drive.

-Did you see that?
-Oh, God.

-Thank you, officer.
-Keep moving, ma'am.

Prison break in Florida
two weeks ago.

Inmates took the guards,
killed the warden...

...and demanded 30 cars
to drive out of the prison.

-And you gave them to them?
-Wasn't our choice, Danny.

Bureau gave them cars
with kill switches.

Inmates get three blocks away...

...National Guard comes in,
puts everyone back in their cells.

Everyone except Miles.

Would you please just shut up?
You're killing me with the whining.

You have no idea what
you're up against.

You "arrested him,"
but you still don't know.

The fact Miles Jackson has your
girlfriend, that interests me very little.

The fact that he's done something
that he never does...

...the fact that he's shown himself
in the city...

...that interests me quite a bit more.

You wanna catch Miles, that's fine.

I wanna keep Molly alive.
I know what I gotta do.

Just stay the hell out of my way.

Guess he didn't hear me
about the whining.

This is exactly what Miles wants.

We should stop Danny
before somebody gets hurt.

Danny? What, are you
best friends now?

If Danny keeps playing the game,
Miles is distracted.

Miles is distracted,
he might make a mistake.

And I'll bury him.

-Dave.
-Danny. How much time?

Six minutes.

Let's go. Let's head
up the south stairwell.

Up on 10, guys.
Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go. Let's get a line up there.

Let's go. Keep moving, keep moving!

Come on, guys, let's move it.

Listen up. Listen up, I need everybody.

All right, 32 minutes ago, Molly Porter
was taken from the Canal Street ferry.

We need every security camera, every
possible witness, vehicle plate number.

This asshole calls again,
I wanna know where he is.

I wanna know what he's doing,
find him...

...before he so much as thinks
about touching her.

This could be your girlfriend,
be your wife.

Could be any one of us.

All right, this asshole cannot win.

Take a guy with you, David.

-Give me some more hose.
-We got some spare air bottles?

-Take this door on the left.
-Clear out the back room.

-We got a locked door, can't open it.
-Dave.

Yeah.

Watch yourself.

All right, clear that room out.

How much time?

Two minutes.

Hold that.

-It's 590. 591.
-Right there.

Danny.

Surprise. Sometimes victory
is not all it's cracked up to be.

Hey, Danny? Round five.

Two pounds of explosives
packed inside one of these boxes.

You now have less than seven minutes
to cross the 23 city blocks...

...between here
and the Nicholls Street Wharf.

Arrive at the wharf any later,
the bomb goes off.

The other box contains the clue
to the next round.

In your time constraints, you might
wanna use the fire truck for this one.

Oh, yeah, and don't forget to wear
the hat and use the siren.

Seven minutes? We won't even be out
of the building in seven minutes.

That's if we take the stairs.

Danny.

Ten is clear. Repeat, no fire.
Just a bunch of smoke bombs.

What are you doing?

-We can start moving out this gear.
-You got gloves?

Give them here.

When you get out...

...you get to Atlanta,
find Mom and stay with her.

Make sure she's safe. I don't want
this guy to have another chance.

Anchor this down.

-Danny.
-Anchor it down.

Danny, you can't do this!

Hey, 14, I need a team
to walk it down four by four.

Oh, shoot, do you see that man?

Folks, I'm gonna ask you
to back up, please.

You got triage ready to go?

Danny.

Withdraw from the rear of the building.
Move out.

Everybody accounted for?
Have them all respond on channel two.

All right, they're moving out now.

Hey, what are you doing?

You, out of the truck, now.
Hey, what are you doing?

Did you get the trace?

No, he's using an encrypted signal.
We can't even start a trace.

-What's that sound, Danny?
-I'm driving a fire truck.

You sure that's such a good idea
right now?

Call the bomb squad, get them
to Nicholls Street Wharf. I gotta go.

Stay with him.

Hey!

Move.

No. What are you doing?

Yo, hey, hey, hello?

Sorry.

-Shut down the timers, Miles. I'm here.
-Well done, Danny...

...but I'm sorry to say
you seem to be a bit late to the party.

It was the bell.

The bell signals the start
of the next round.

You're starting
to get the hang of this.

I wanna speak to Molly.

How about I do you one better?
How about I show her to you?

As I said, the clue to the next round
is in the box you so deftly hung on to.

You put two and two together,
you might have quite the reunion.

Tell me you didn't kill anybody
with that thing.

I need a saw.

All right, let's drain this thing
and get it back to the yard.

It's clear.

-Thought you were gonna catch him.
-We switched your SIM card.

We're tapped into your phone.
We can track you wherever you go.

Miles will call again. When he does,
keep him on for 30 seconds.

-That's all we need.
-Phone's encrypted. Can't trace it.

You're funny. We're the FBI,
not Mayberry P.D. We need 30 seconds.

All teams, listen up, listen up.

We have a location.
It's the Hotel Monteleone.

I repeat, it's the Hotel Monteleone.

I need SWAT and I need KO9,
and I need all of you there. Now.

Down. Everybody down!

Blue team, seal all exits.
I need snipers on the roof.

Shut down all communication,
in and out...

...and start with the dogs.

Ray, pull the tapes. I need to know
what room this key is for.

-Where's your control room? Thank you.
-Right this way.

It's clear.

-Clear.
-Clear. Fisher.

Fisher.

Come on, come on, come on.
Where are you?

-He was here.
-I got nothing.

-Ray, get the teams ready to act.
-All right.

That's it. That's Miles.
Stop it right there.

-What time was this?
-It was like 30 minutes ago.

He's writing something down.

It's a sign. What's it say?

"We're still here."

All the exits are locked down.

We just found Miles on camera.
Stand by for location.

Hold on. He's talking to somebody.
They're leading him somewhere.

Who is that?

It's Willie.

-I'm gonna go find Willie.
-Show me everything. I need a location.

Miles rented the SUV last week
in Lafayette, left a dummy address.

We're tracking the ID
on the deposit boxes...

...and known accomplices,
but so far, nothing.

What are we missing?
Guy doesn't plan and not leave a trail.

All right, let's go over
the prison break again.

-Miles and the boys take the yard.
-Miles is the one who escapes.

How many got into cars
but wound up in their cells?

Forty-three, but the FBI
talked to them all.

-Get me the warden on the phone.
-You got it.

He gave Miles the access code
to the security elevator.

It goes all the way to the basement.
I'll meet you there.

Sorry if I did something wrong before.
This guy, he had all the right papers.

Said he was here
to service the air conditioning.

It's okay. You didn't know.

-This thing still works?
-One of the oldest in the city.

I led him this far. Said he'd go
the rest of the way on his own.

Wait. Those air-conditioning ducts.
They go straight to the top?

-Yeah, they vent out to the roof.
-Take me there.

-We're clear. There's no sign of Miles.
-So where's Fisher?

Tell me that's normal.

No service.

What's this for?

-There's supposed to be a phone there.
-Yeah, but....

Told you I'd show her to you, Danny.

"Danny:

If you're viewing this,
round six has already started.

I'm sure you've met
your friend Willie.

Sorry, Willie. Nothing personal,
just the wrong place at the wrong time.

At the conclusion of this message...

...you'll have 60 seconds
before the elevator...

...free-falls to the ground.

With 60 seconds, limited resources,
and Willie's unfortunate girth...

...there's only time
for one of you to survive.

Who lives and who dies,
that is your decision.

For the lucky, the clue to round seven
is framed in the lobby.

For the other, at least
you'll be a lot thinner."

Danny, he made me read this
to you, he had--

Is that for real, man? I can't die.
I got a wife and kids, man.

-Where's the hatch?
-I gotta radio.

-There's no time.
-You're gonna leave me here?

-No, Willie. Watch the clock.
-The latch, man. On top. The latch there.

All right, I got it.

Stay right there, I'll get you out.

-Shit. I can't fit through there.
-All right, let's go.

-I can't. It's too far.
-You gotta pull.

Come on. Let's go, come on. Up.
Come on, you can reach it. Come on.

-It's too far, man.
-Come on, you can make it.

Pull. Pull. Come on.

Willie, come on. Come on.
You gotta get up, buddy. Come on.

-How much time?
-Forty seconds.

That means we need to work together.
Come on. Come on, buddy. Up.

-Don't let go. Don't let go.
-I got you, I got you. Come on.

-Pull, Danny.
-Come on.

I don't wanna die.

Come on. Don't let go. Almost there.

I made it. I can't believe I made it.

-Oh, my back. I can't move.
-Willie, the elevator's gonna fall.

I need your hand.
You gotta get on the ledge.

-Can't. I can't! My back!
-You can make it.

I got it.

Willie!

All teams commence evacuation
of three city-block radius.

High-pressure gas leak in hotel.

All teams reposition
to clear three city-block radius.

Clear the area! Evacuate the people.

Go. Move!

All battalions, evacuate the area.
Staging B.

That's affirmative.

Keep them back. Now.

I can't die.
I've got a wife and kids, man.

You did everything you could.

Danny?

Miles didn't give you enough time.

Hold, hold it. Hey, get me Terry.
Somebody bring me Terry.

Come on, set it up.

All right.

Thirty seconds.

-Yeah.
-Danny. You sound upset.

I did everything you asked.
You had no reason to kill him.

I didn't, Danny. You had the choice
to save him. It was your round to win.

Bullshit. Screw your choices,
screw your rounds.

Are you giving up on me?
Because if you wanna stop playing...

...I'm sure other arrangements
can be made.

-No.
-All right, so...

...as Molly said,
the clue to the next round--

Molly said nothing.
I just watched a man die in there...

-...and I don't even know if Molly's alive.
-Excuse me?

Keep him on.

-I need a minute to figure this out.
-Well, there's nothing to figure, Danny.

Is the FBI trying to trace this call?

Let me guess, first it was
the police department...

...who realized this cell was encrypted.
Then it was the FBI...

...George Aiken,
and all his wonderful little toys?

Hold for position.
Everybody, hold for positions.

I must say, I really am touched...

...how you've all come together
for this little affair.

Not enough time.

Yeah.

So why don't we start over again...

...see if it's that much fun
the second time?

Or maybe--

-Yeah.
-Third time lucky?

So as Molly said before, the clue
to the next round is framed in the lobby.

A picture of a lonely man...

...which is how you will end up
if you don't play nice.

You try and trace my call again,
I am gonna start cutting Molly's toes off.

So how about I call you again
in two minutes?

Will that give you ample time
to grieve?

We lost the signal.

Miles says hello.

This isn't working.

Before today the feds had been on Miles'
cell phone a grand total of one time.

It's working just fine.

If Danny keeps doing this,
a lot more people are gonna get hurt.

-Don't answer the phone.
-What the hell you think you're doing?

Listen to me, Danny.
Willie can be the last person--

-Answer the phone. Shut up!
-We'll find Molly.

Answer the goddamn phone.

-It's Claiborne and Toulouse.
-Well done, Danny.

I must say, I am impressed
with your detective sKills...

...but with all the help you're getting
from the FBI, it seems a little bit unfair.

I'm playing the game, Miles.
That's all that counts, right?

How very true, but it's time to see you
play for yourself for a change.

Be at the location in the photo
in 10 minutes.

Come alone, and you have a fifty-fifty
chance of having the time of your life.

We're more than halfway through,
Danny...

...and I've got a little bit
of a surprise for you.

Don't be a hero, Ray.
It's not in your pay grade.

Danny, we got two teams,
three blocks out. What do you see?

I don't see anything.

He said 10 minutes, Danny.
It's been 10.

Still got nothing.

Just stay in your position.

We've got you covered.
Stay right there.

Whatever. I don't know if he's gonna
go pro, though.

-Tell me you got something.
-Danny, get ready to be happy.

I got a pissed-off member
of the Black Liberation Army is what.

Miles had him kill a couple guards...

...and then left the brother behind
to take the fall.

When can you get him to talk?

Soon as I get the judge to sign
the warrant. Give me ten minutes.

-I'm gonna need it in two.
-You got a 50-50 chance.

It's the bus. I'm getting on.

-Molly?
-Stop.

Danny, I love you.

You two lovebirds care for a sit?

I'm gonna get you out of this.

-Was he just talking to someone?
-Just stay calm, Molly.

Well, look at this. Surprise, surprise.
Testing, testing, one....

That Miles? He have Miles
on the phone or is he there?

Miles is on the bus.

We have a confirmation.
Jackson is on the bus.

Proceed with Op two Delta,
and get me a sniper team out here now.

This is it, this is his mistake.

Why don't we just take him out now?

We stop that bus,
he turns this into a bloodbath.

We know where he is,
we take our shot.

Alpha One, set up
and prepare to stop the target.

Can't have you running off now,
can I?

Round seven, Danny.
To win, you simply let me walk away.

But if my thumb
leaves the surface of this screen...

...for any reason...

...and I don't put it back
within 10 seconds or less...

...well, then, you lose the round
and two things happen.

First of all, a small charge explodes...

...and fires a 3-inch nail
into Molly's heart.

I'm aiming for the right atrium,
but we'll see what happens.

Thirty seconds later, after she's dead,
a second, larger charge will explode...

...and they'll be cleaning everyone up
off this bus in pieces.

What can I say, Danny?
I just like to play the game.

-I didn't mean for Erica to die.
-I don't think that matters.

That's the one I want.
Set up on the 10 overpass.

SWAT team, this is Agent Santiago.

Take position at the north
on the interstate overpass at Perdido.

Await instructions.

Here. Catch.

Oh, you should see the look
on your faces.

Miles, let her go.
This is between you and me.

Well, I'm afraid if I let Molly go, Danny,
you won't play the game.

Look at those eyes. You're thinking,
"Can I get to the phone on time?

Why did Miles ask to meet me here?"

Fuck youl!

Very clever.

I asked you here, Danny,
because I wanted to see the face...

...of a man who knows he can't win.

The face of a man whose life
is sitting 5 feet in front of him...

...yet he can't just
reach out and grab her.

Is there something funny?

Yeah, there is. He's gonna win,
and then he's gonna kill you.

She's a feisty one, isn't she?

-Three cover men on the west side.
-Got it.

Jason, you're scout.

-Set up section one.
-Yeah, Sniper Team 1.

TRT team in place.

What if I don't believe you?

-Sorry?
-What if I think that vest is for show?

Pick everybody up in pieces, Miles?
That bomb blows, you die too.

What's keeping me from reaching over
there and kicking the shit out of you?

Nothing, but I know you won't...

...because you're predictable, Danny.

You think I'm lying?

-Here, take it.
-All teams, hold on my mark.

That's a 75-yard shot
through a moving window.

One's gotta break glass, another's gotta
get the hit. This how you wanna do this?

Delta, prepare for visual.
Teams Bravo and Charlie...

...hold for extract once shots are fired.

We have confirmed subject,
but no clear shot.

No clear shot. Female hostage is in
and out of the target line.

Don't wanna take it, fine.

Well, here's something
that you will want. Clue to round eight.

Sniper Team 1,
you have the green light.

I repeat, you have the green light.
Take him out.

-You know you're gonna kill that girl.
-I'm gonna kill Miles.

On my mark.

-Go.
-Get down!

Target is not down.

Move!

Officer Fisher,
I didn't know you cared.

Come on.

Molly!

What the hell happened?
Get me a 20 on Miles, somebody.

-Get me a 20 on Miles.
-Negative. Lost him in the crowd.

Stop everything
getting on the 10 and the 90.

You hear me?
The 10 needs to stop traffic.

Clear.

Listen here, ready to do this?

You knew she was there
and you took the shot.

You listen to me, you little shit.
We had him. This was over.

Shoot Miles,
everybody on that bus is dead.

Yeah, you didn't know that,
did you, you prick?

She had a bomb on her chest.
You shoot Miles, everybody dies.

You got a little something right there.

Okay, you heard him.
Back them up.

You okay, Danny?

You all right?

I had her in my arms, man. I told her
I was gonna save her and I let her go.

There was nothing you could do, bro.

-Molly's gonna die and it's my fault.
-She's not gonna die, Danny.

-You gotta stop blaming yourself.
-I can't. You know why?

Miles is punishing Molly
for something I did.

-Danny, you were doing your job.
-I don't care!

Miles doesn't care.

It's me and him. An eye for an eye.

I was 3 feet. I was 3 feet away,
and I couldn't make a move.

Stop. Just stop it, man.
You won the round.

Most importantly, you bought us
some time, and now I got a name.

Remember the convict
you wanted to cut a deal?

He said Miles played chess in the prison
yard with a guy named Anthony Deluso.

Best part? Deluso got paroled
three weeks before the prison break...

...and he's in town.

Jansen's on his way
to get the address now.

-What the hell you doing here?
-Come on, I knew my boy needed me.

Wait. Wait. Here we go.

Go for Hank.

Yeah. Okay, tell Phelps
I'll meet him there in 10 minutes.

-Bingo.
-You got him?

212 Perdido.

Finally getting ahead
of this son of a bitch.

I told you I wasn't gonna
let you down.

-All right, partner.
-Hank.

Yo.

Be careful.

When am I not?

Hey.

You know you can't do this alone,
all right? Listen to me, Danny.

I'm not gonna ask you to stop.

I'm gonna ask you to let me help.

Do this together,
we get what we want.

Round eight. There's five numbers
inside this envelope.

Let me help you.

Choose wisely...

...and the number will win
the round without further action.

Choose poorly, and the number...

...will arm one of four devices
Scattered throughout the city.

You now have 60 seconds.

If you refuse to dial in that allotted time,
all four will be activated...

...and you'll have yourself
quite an adventure. Good luck.

-Run these through the directory.
-They're devices, not locations.

That doesn't make any sense.
It's gotta be a code then.

Okay, let's try it.

Text. They're text messages.

-The first one's City Hall.
-All right.

The second one
is the convention center.

We got less than 10 seconds and we got
three numbers left. You gotta pick one.

Sorry, Danny, you lose, and now
round nine is gonna be so much fun.

Very shortly, streetcar 907 will enter
the downtown area on Canal Street.

You just disarmed the brakes
and the radio.

Your task: Stop the streetcar before it
smashes through the end of the line...

...and everything else in its path.

-Let's take that one.
-Come on, let's go.

This is Special Agent Ray Santiago
of the FBI. I have an emergency.

Streetcar 907 has lost its brakes
and is speeding toward the riverfront.

-Follow the 10. Intercept them at Canal.
-Yeah.

This is not a prank phone call.

My name is Special Agent Ray Santiago.
I need to talk to somebody that can--

She put me on hold.

Come on. Come on, pick up the phone.

They're playing Barry Manilow.

Pick up the phone.

Yeah, yeah. No, no, no.
We're on our way to intercept right now.

Is there anyone there
that can help us make this decision?

Shut down the power,
streetcar comes to a stop.

Can't you guys just shut down
the power?

Miss, one more time for the cheap
seats. This is not a prank phone call.

Unit 23, you guys in position?

All clear. We got four units
waiting around the corner.

Copy that. Let's see who's home.

Ring the bell and get a prize.

Streetcar 907 to Dispatch. Come in.

Streetcar 907. Does anyone hear me?

-How fast you think that's going?
-Thirty tons of metal going downhill?

-Forty?
-Probably 50.

Will somebody please
pick up the goddamn phone?

Target is heading out the back door.

-Do you want me to take him?
-Negative.

Negative. Suspect is on the move.

Let's see where he's going.
Phelps and I'll follow him.

-Aren't we going too fast?
-Think we better hang on.

Unless we cut the power,
that thing's not gonna stop.

I got an idea.

Danny, what are you doing?

Danny.

Keep it straight,
and keep your foot on the brake.

Are you out of your damn mind?

Maybe.

Danny, look out!

Get back.

It's out of control.
I've tried the brake.

Help me. Harder!

Harder.

-It's jammed.
-Open the door.

I'll try to cut the power from the roof.

All units, suspect is entering
the Dixie welding factory on Fitzpatrick.

Wait for my go.

-It didn't work.
-Look out, look out, look out!

-What now?
-We take out the power.

You are out of your damn mind.

-Ever jump out of a moving car before?
-Not by choice.

Still going too fast. Get down!

-Move!
-Get out of the way!

Out of the way! Move, move, move!

Get out of the way!

Move. Move, move, move!

Everybody out of the way.

Get down!

Everybody all right?

You guys all right?

Is everybody okay?

You okay, man?

-Yeah?
-We're here.

I'm getting the truck now.

-Is she okay? You okay, darling?
-Yeah, she's okay.

Yeah.

Dog, we gotta start taking the bus.

No, that'd be great.
That's a great idea.

Why don't you guys go ahead
and do that? Thank you.

They're gonna shut off the power.

It's getting a little too easy, Miles.
What, are you getting soft on me?

How about you give me
something that's a challenge?

You sound pretty pleased
with yourself.

Why? Because you stopped the trolley?

Or because you went ahead
with your own round?

Very admirable. Okay.

Welding factory, second floor hallway.

If round 10 is your best friend
taking Anthony Deluso...

...then round 11 is me
taking your best friend.

Hank, pick up.

-Come on. It's going to voicemail.
-You all right?

You are persistent.

Shit.

Attaboy.

You didn't think a man like Miles
wouldn't have a plan for this?

Well, whatever the plan is,
apparently you're not part of it...

...bitch.

I got somebody on the phone.

Trying to get a straight answer.
Nobody's got anything.

How can you not?
Miles knew about it.

He knew about everything.
About Hank.

-He was at the warehouse.
-I hear--

-It's been a half hour. Anything.
-Danny.

There was an explosion at the factory.

Firefighters are on the scene now,
but Hank was inside.

There's no way he could've made it.

I'm sorry.

-Danny, wait. Danny, wait, wait, wait.
-Get off of mel

Okay, look.
Three years ago...

...Miles stole three Stingers
from a U.S. military shipment in Iraq.

Tracked him to Pakistan,
but the day the deal went down...

...I lost Miles and I lost the guns.

Two days later, one of those Stingers
shot down a 747 out of Islamabad.

This was the only thing
I could find intact in the rubble.

What I'm saying is
I made a mistake here.

Forgot why I carry this.
This isn't about Miles.

This is about the people he's hurt
and the ones he's gonna hurt.

-Never gonna see her again.
-Don't say that.

Yes, you are. We got one round left...

...and I know Miles
better than any person alive.

Let me help you.

Sorry about the delay, Danny...

...but I think that we're just about ready
for our grand finale.

It is round 12...

...and this time we won't be going
to the judges' scores.

In 17 minutes, it will be exactly
one year since Erica's death.

And I have to ask,
will Molly suffer a similar fate?

-Miles, you don't have to do this.
-Too late.

You've done well to survive this long.
Now all you have to do is find her.

She has a touch phone
strapped to her chest...

...along with some other,
more explosive items.

Except this time, only your thumbprint,
only your touch...

...can stop the timer.

Tell me where she is.

Are you sorry for what you've done?

Yes, Miles. I'm sorry.

Then perhaps
you should pay her a visit.

Tell her so yourself.
It's been fun, Danny, but game over.

Pay Erica a visit?

It's the cemetery. Where is she buried?
Where is she buried?

I need you to pull the cemetery records
of all Orleans parishes.

Last name Kessen, K-E-S-S-E-N,
first name Erica. That's with a "C."

This is Ray Santiago of the FBI.
I need a police escort.

We are at Canal and Royal,
heading out of the CBD.

Metairie Cemetery.

Tell whoever gets there I'm the one
that can diffuse that bomb.

We know, Danny.

-Anybody on the scene?
-Arriving now...

...but this is Miles.
The cemetery might be the first step.

Why have I been doing this?
If he wanted to Kill us...

...he should have just done it.

Danny, your phone.

-Yeah.
-Danny, Chuck Jansen.

Two things Hank had me working on
are not making any sense.

I ran a trace on all five numbers.

They were all connected to the device
under the streetcar. All five numbers.

Not only that, Miles had cameras
in the elevator shaft.

We pulled the tapes.
He blew the device early, Danny.

You still had five seconds
to save Willie.

Like I said, it was the last thing
Hank had me working on, but....

Danny, Danny, Danny,
why are we stopping?

-Willie was always gonna die.
-What are you talking about?

Miles had security cameras
in the elevator...

...saw I was gonna save him
and blew the charge.

And all those numbers, all five of them
were connected to the same streetcar.

You already told me once, George.

I arrested this guy,
I don't even know him.

This is your guy. What am I missing?

Joshua.

Every time he plays,
what does Miles want?

He wants to win, to be
the guy that nobody can beat.

With Samuel and Joshua, he went
through a lot of trouble to get revenge.

-But what else did we find in the car?
-Diamonds.

He steals from the U.S. military,
sells it.

He's had Molly for hours.
Not once has he mentioned ransom.

-This isn't about revenge.
-It is about the money.

Give me all the information you got
on the security guard from the hotel.

Willie Dumaine has a second job
as a Homewood security guard.

Hi, I'm Tom Baxter.

Office called, said Willie's a no-show.
I'm picking up his shift.

Thank you.

This guy's had us running all day.
We just gotta stop and think.

Today, what did I actually do?

Does this matter? You're still the one
who can deactivate that bomb.

He took my house, he took Molly.

That's what he did to get you to play.
What else happened at the hotel?

I blew the gas lines.
They evacuated three city blocks.

Three city blocks?
Give me a list of those buildings.

Any of those numbers
would have gone to that streetcar.

-I had to stop the streetcar.
-You had to cut the power.

After Katrina,
when the power was out--

Homewood Security comes in
to move all the unprotected cash.

Wait a second,
what was that last one?

Holy shit.

One of the buildings
that we evacuated...

...Is a holding facility
for the Bureau of Engraving and Printing.

That's the goddamn Mint.

Glad y'all got here. Our backup
generator's gonna run out at midnight.

Feds have been pulling all the old
hundreds and fifties out of circulation.

It's the entire Southeast allotment.
Total's just over--

A hundred million dollars?

Hey, Ray, you go with SWAT to the Mint
and you shut everything down.

Cars, pedestrians, stop it
and lock it in the Quarter.

We got eight minutes to get you
to the cemetery.

-Don't you want Miles?
-Not till we get Molly.

Thanks.

Thank me when it's over.

Tell me something. If Miles knows
we're shutting down the city...

...how's he getting the money out?

Only emergency vehicles are leaving the
Quarter. Miles isn't getting anywhere.

In your time constraint, you might
wanna use the fire truck for this one.

Hey.

Hey, what are you doing?
Molly's at the cemetery.

Nope. That asshole even told me
to wear the hat and use the siren.

Everything I did today had a purpose.

From the time Molly walked out
there isn't a thing Miles didn't plan.

Makes sure I wreck the truck...

...S0 he could steal it, threatens my
brother, I'm not thinking straight...

...shows me Molly to keep me
in the game. It's obvious.

If she's still alive,
Molly's his ticket out.

I need to speak with hospital security.

Wake up, baby. We're here.

Almost finished.

You do like I say, we will both
live happily ever after.

Now, where are those body bags?

Attention, all hospital personnel.

Explosion reported
outside the East Wing.

Please report to your stations.

Attention, all hospital personnel.

Explosion reported
outside the East Wing.

Please report to your stations, stat.

Yeah, it's some explosion.
They need us down there.

No, I'm not sure.
I'm going there right now.

Cordon off University Hospital.
Let nobody in or out.

Think you can fly us to Tahiti
in this thing, yeah?

Get in.

They're here.

She's taking off.

Eagle 1, is that you up there?

You have not been authorized
for takeoff.

Eagle 1 requesting a tak--

Fly.

You're not stalling on me,
darling, are you?

If you wanna fly this thing,
you go ahead.

Yeah, well, how about you teach me?

Take us up. Take us up.

-You all right?
-Go.

Make a good decision.

Danny.

You're gonna be fun to kill.

Danny, he's got a gun.

We're losing hydraulic pressure.
I need to find a place to put her down.

-Can you make it back to the hospital?
-Negative.

I need to stabilize flight controls
or else we are going down.

Gun, Danny. He's going for the gun.

Mayday. Mayday. This is Eagle 1.

Tell me you can still land this thing.

He busted the hydraulics.
We're going down.

-Have you locked down the problem?
-Damn it. Danny.

Please confirm status, Eagle 1.

--to emergency landing.

Danny.

Danny. Talk to me.

This is Eagle 1, full--

Knockout, Danny. This time you're not
gonna get saved by the bell.

Hold on, Danny. Hold on.

Danny, we're out of time.

I can't control it anymore.

-Eagle 1, this is tower. Stand by.
-You lose.

Danny, strap in, we're going down.

Eagle 1, you're cleared
for emergency landing.

Officer Fisher. One last move.

Remember the vest from the bus?

Knockout.

-No!
-Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Get in the seat. I can still
put her down, Danny. Strap in.

-Not in time.
-Yes, I can.

-What are you doing?
-Come on. We gotta get out of here.

No, what are you doing? No. No.

Do you trust me?

-Yes.
-Come on.

You land it...

...bitch.

I never doubted you.

That makes one of us.

What hurts?

Everything.

Helicopter explosion. No big deal.

Let's get you home.

About the house....

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