All language subtitles for Standoff s01e01 lot.eng

MAN:
It's pressure, you know?

MAN 2:
Pressure?

MAN 1:
I can't say that to them, 'cause they just think my life's great,

like it comes easy for me.

Really?

Yeah, you know why?
They're jealous.

I mean, if we're bein'
honest here, Matt,

they are seething with envy.

And you know what's sick is,
I'm-I'm jealous of them.

And they can't see that?

They can't!

And the fans...

The fans of the show,
they think I am Pastor Jim.

Like I can solve their problems.
Uh-huh.

Write me suicidal letters...
You wanna talk about pressure?

I mean, how would you deal

with pressure
like that, huh, Matt?

You'd need a release.
Anyone would.

( beep )
Hey, Rick, can you hear that?

Yeah, it's me.

My battery's dyin'.

Do you have
another one with you?

I don't know.

There might be another one
around the car here somewhere.

RICK:
Good, 'cause I wouldn't wanna lose ya.

Battery, battery, battery,
battery... Battery!

MAN:
Gridlock downtown this morning in Los Angeles.

Our situation hours long...

Put your headphones back on.

...are still held up
in this car.

Complete shock, obviously,
to the audience who watches him

faithfully every single week.

WOMAN:
Oh, absolutely.

But I think commuters
who've been

forced to just evacuate
their cars would say

this affects them even more.

Well, Jim, there's no doubt
the police are taking this

very seriously.

From what we've
been able to learn,

this all stemmed
from a custody battle

over their two boys.

Pat, that's right.
Once again,

what began over
four hours ago

when Rick Keesler's SUV
rear-ended another vehicle

has ballooned into a
hostage standoff after Keesler

fired his handgun at the
surrounding motorists.

This guy hates his image.

Okay? Maybe a scandal
can change that,

open up new
opportunities.

Mm-hmm.
It's manipulation.

He's looking for a way
out of the car.

He's been
self-rationalizing

for the last hour and he just

plugged in his charger for more.

And he wants to hang on
to what he's got.

Right.

Hey, you're doing great, okay?

Keep listening,
keep him talking.

You've almost got him.

Manipulation.

( indistinct radio chatter )

WOMAN:
All units, Code Four.

MAN:
Affirmative, Bravo, sniper has shot.

Charlie, moving into position.

Okay, Matt. You there?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm here, Rick.

Do you wanna know
another secret?

Here's one.
( laughing )

I didn't even want this job.

You didn't want
to star in Heartland?

Airbag sensor's here,
so it's gotta be tight.

Is that it, Frank?

You're just gonna shoot
Rick Keesler, call it a day?

Have you seen him act?

( men laughing )

That's great. You know
what's gonna be even better

is when you blow his brains
all over his son.

Relax, Emily.

R.O.E. is non-lethal.

Oh, right, non-lethal,
with a sniper rifle?

Well, if you can
keep him talkin'...

This is Cheryl's call?

SNIPER:
Charlie in position.

Charlie, stand by for go.

Take your positions.

KEESLER:
I'm just a real guy.

Real desire, real pain

and real... thoughts.

NEWSCASTER:
From what we can tell,

it looks like the authorities

have positioned a sharpshooter

on the roof of a nearby hotel.

If that indeed is the case,
that means...

Matt, what's going on?
What are you doin'?

I'm just sitting here

in the car, Rick. Why? What...

You said they wouldn't
come after me. You promised.

Now hey, hey,
nobody's coming after ya.

Don't lie to me!

I don't give a happy hump
who they are,

get them out of my airspace!

Cheryl, negotiator's here.

What?
What the hell are

you doing here?
I'm begging you

to hold off on tactical.
We're ready to go.

We can negotiate a surrender.
Come on, the guy is

coked out of his mind!
We are gonna get the kids, okay?

Matt is wearing him down.

Really?

KEESLER:
Just one minute!

You won't even give me that!

Sounds like it.

All right.

You wanna play it that way,

we'll play it that way.

Nobody is trying to play
anything, Rick.

Hey, hey, Rick?

Look, I told you I just needed
one minute to think.

All right, Rick, Rick.

Just one minute!

You won't even give me that!

Listen, Rick.

Dad!

Henry, shut up!

No, Rick.

You shut up!

All right?

I been listening to you
for the last

three hours now. It's your turn.

What? You think you're
the first guy who ever

messed up,
got caught cheating on his wife,

he's worried about losin'
his kids or his job?

You know nothing about...

The hell I don't! I'm--

I'm right here, I'm a person.

Like everybody, I got problems.

I got secrets
that could hurt me.

MAN:
Negotiator in HD's line of fire.

I'm sleepin'
with my partner, for one.

Now I realize that that might
not sound like a big deal to you

but where I work,
that's a big deal.

I could lose my job for that.

So could she.

I've been getting away with it.

We've been doing it
for three months now.

We had sex at the office once.

But that's out
over the radio now.

Everybody knows.

My boss, Cheryl,

she's gonna be asking me

for my resignation tomorrow.

Even if she doesn't,

the guys that I work with, hell,

they're never gonna
let me live this down.

I'm not saying that my problems
are more important than yours.

You understand?

I'm just saying
that you and I share

the same basic truth, Rick.

Life's gonna change.

I don't know about you, but that
scares the hell out of me.

'Cause I hate change.

I avoid change like the plague.

All right?
Not that my life is great...

'cause it's not...

but I don't need it
to get any worse.

That's out
of my hands now, Rick.

'Cause I can't go back now.

You understand me?

I can't go back
to the way that it was.

Tyler, Henry.

No matter what you read
or what anybody tells you...

I did this for you guys.

( gunshot )

Airbag!
( gunshots )

Come on, come on.

( helicopter whirring )

What?

Captioning sponsored by
20th CENTURY FOX TELEVISION and FOX BROADCASTING COMPANY

( scanner beeps )

Hey, where were you last night?

Hey. Oh, I was at home.

Nice suit.

So is your phone not working

or did you just not want
to answer it?

Mathers.

Hi, Emily.

Hi, Matt.

I've got your RSIMS log
and your incident

chronology
right here.

And can
I just say

congratulations on yesterday?

Thanks, Lia,
I'll read it upstairs.

Oh.

Okay.

See you up there.

Oh, my God.

Are you smiling?

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

I got home, I was tired,

I had a couple of beers,
and I crashed.

Otherwise, I would have called.

I really didn't think
you'd be this upset.

Okay, what the hell
is wrong with you?

What?

8:00 a.m. Five minutes.

Cheryl's office.
We are about to get killed.

And it's your fault.

Are you upset about work?

( stammering ):
I don't think we should be seen

walking in together.

I'm gonna take the stairs.

Is that why
you're wearing a suit?

You're overreacting.

I know Cheryl.

Cheryl doesn't care what we say

as long as we get the job done

and save the day
and nobody files a lawsuit.

So, uh, that's your defense?

No, that's my job.

That's me, and that's
not gonna change.

'Cause you hate change, right?

Now what is that
supposed to mean?

Your words. You tell me.

No, with the tone there.

What's the tone about?

Forget it!
We'll talk about it later.

What? I felt like I was
losing the guy, okay?

Tactical was gonna
lose their shot.

I had to do something

to stall him
and shock him.

God, you really
don't get it, do you?

Yeah, I get it.
Sure, you're,

you're mad because you feel like

I betrayed your trust
and I endangered your job.

No, it... it's not
about work, Matt.

Okay, what's it about?

( laughing )

Change scares the
hell out of you?

I mean, you don't need your
life to get any worse?

H-How do you think
that made me feel?

Okay, uh, I think you're right.

I think we should talk
about this later.

I'll meet you up there.

Oh, no, no, no, no, you don't.

See, this is the
problem right here.

You can share
your deepest hopes

and fears with a
heavily-armed psychopath

for hours on end,

but get you alone...

Please don't
analyze me, Emily.

I have no choice.

Unless you tell me,

I can only guess
what you're feeling.

You know, it's not
that complicated.

It doesn't mean that
I can explain it. Fine.

No analysis.

( chuckles )

I just want to know

what you're
thinking right now.

No, you don't.

Yeah, I do.

I'm wondering if the
last time we had sex

is gonna be the last
time we had sex.

( elevator bell dings )

Oh, we heard everything.

Uh-huh.

CHERYL:
We have a problem.

Out of 340 negotiators
in the C.I.R.G.,

the two of you rank
in the top five.

You can see why I would hate
to break up a team like that.

Sex in the office?

Look, I felt I was
losing the guy.

How long were we partners, Matt?

I've heard
all your lines.

Well, almost all of them.

Come on, Cheryl.
Ma'am.

Ms. Carrera.

Supervisor Carrera.

Seriously?

You think just because
I'm sitting behind this desk now

that you can get away

with anything?

You, Matt, can
get away with less.

Emily, frankly, I'm shocked
that you let this happen.

Ma'am, I understand
your concern and I...

I know you do.

Because you say so,
right here,

in your Crisis Negotiation
Training Guide.

Page 36,
middle of the page.

Do you remember what you wrote?

"The primary..."

The primary negotiator is
vulnerable to emotional bias,

due to their direct
contact with the subject.

It, thus, falls
to the secondary

to maintain a clear sense

of judgment and
to keep the primary

focused on the objective.

A clear sense of judgment.

How does that work
when you're sleeping together?

'Cause I looked, I did,

but I couldn't find that part.

But let's see.

Ma'am, your point is well taken.

Flannery and I have discussed
the matter

and we have decided to terminate

any personal relationship
outside of the office.

Okay.

You know I encourage the unit
to hang out.

I'm not saying you can't
socialize...

No, I think what Lehman's trying
to say here is that, uh,

the reason we didn't bring
this forward is 'cause,

as far as we were concerned,
there was no relationship.

It was just sex.

Although we understand your
confusion, seeing as it lasted

three months.
Two and a half, really.

Three and a week.

In the interest of
full disclosure.

I'm glad we're all
on the same page.

( gunfire )

Open minds, gentlemen.

I want to see open minds.

Cease fire!

Special Agent Flannery.

You got a minute, or am I
interrupting playtime?

Something troubling you, Matt?

Nah, I'm having a great day.

Yesterday, could've used
a little help, though.

Oh, come on, you gotta admit,
the airbag shot--

that was cool.

Yeah, you know what I thought
was really cool,

was when our hostage-taker
saw you aiming a sniper rifle

down his throat,
after I spent two hours

convincing him
that wouldn't happen.

That was unfortunate.

But, as you know...

( mock tearfully ):
I can't go back.

( officers snickering )
I can't go back.

You know, maybe if
your secondary spent more time with you

and less eavesdropping
on our communications,

you wouldn't be left hanging.

Yeah, man, you gotta keep
that bitch on a leash.

( men snickering )

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
He will kill you.

Yeah, what's your point?

What, are you in love with her?

Let's settle this
in the kill house.

Eight ball!
Eight ball!

Hill's gotta score on you
three times.

You only got to hit him once.

Let's go.

MAN:
Yeah!

( whooping )

Okay, last week,
we reviewed the wide variety

of incidents that fall
under the auspices of crisis negotiations.

This includes barricaded
subject, kidnapping,

bomb threats, stalking crimes
and high-risk warrants.

Today, we will,

uh, ( sniffles ),
cover the technique of...

active listening as applied to
abnormal psychology.

But, you know what?
Let's, let's, let's first talk

about the root of our problem.

At the heart of every crisis
lies a broken relationship.

Defining the nature
of that shattered bond could be

the key to
a successful negotiation,

even if the relationship
in question

is impossible to repair.

So...
( sighs )

Can I talk to you
for a second?

( class murmuring )

♪ I break tradition... ♪

Uh...

What's wrong, hon?

Eh, nothing.

I think I left my phone
in the car.

Well, go get it.

Might even wait for you.

( both laughing )

Hi, what can I
get started for you?

You can lock the doors.

EMILY ( in distance ):
Matt...!

Matt, this is crazy.
I'm in the middle of a class.

Yeah, well,
it'll just take a minute.

Then why do we have to
come across the street?

'Cause I need
a clear space, okay?

And I think you need to know
how it feels.

How what feels?

How it feels to have somebody
just make a decision

that affects your career
without consulting you first.

Or even giving you
fair warning.

Wh-wh-what the hell are you
talking about?

All right, you say you wanna
know how I feel?

I'll tell you how I feel.

I think Cheryl's right.

I think maybe we shouldn't
work together.

I think that it's become clear
that there's conflicting, uh...

uh... priorities,

and I think that there's
conflicts of interest,

and I think that that threatens
to undermine the objectivity.

You know what I'm sayin'?

I think that's why negotiators
don't, uh, command

and that's why commanders
don't negotiate.

Because the stakes are too high.

There's just too many variables
to take into account

and I think...

Shh.

Let's get a room.
Okay.

Flannery.

Uh, hey, Lia.
It's Emily.

Put me through
to Cheryl.

Where?

( tires screeching )

EMILY:
I want on-site access to NCIC, PID,

and I want everything
Tactical has:

Floorplans, blueprints,
situation maps.

How many hostages?

Okay, we're here
Okay, this is it, guys.

MAN:
Officers! Hey!

My girlfriend's in there.

Hey!

Matt Flannery, Emily Lehman--

Crisis Negotiation Unit.

Joe Hernandez.

You wounded?

Uh, it's paint.
Do we have orders?

My orders are to isolate
and contain the threat,

which we currently understand
to be a singular wack job

armed with an explosive device.

Can you describe him?

Yeah, he's Caucasian, 20's,
blond hair, blue eyes,

but he's wearing one of
those Islamic beanies.

He opened up his coat
to show that he had a full rig on underneath.

Hand-held detonator, wired.

All right, let's evac
the surrounding businesses.

Get those squad cars
out of here.

Where do you two want
to set up shop?

Art gallery looks cozy.

Good visibility.
Let's go.

All right.

( sirens wailing
in distance )

( "Theme from M*A*S*H"
ringtone plays )

Whose phone is this?

( ringtone continues )

Let me rephrase that.

Who wants to die right now?

I said, "Phones off."

( hostages crying,
whimpering )

Clear!
Clear!

( approaching siren wails )

Cell phone's
not an option.

We need to secure
an in-store line.

And the cellular signals
could trigger a detonator.

Oh, that reminds me:
We need to get our hands on those 911 calls

before they were cut off.

Lia, we on?

We're up.

Recording now.

Okay.
We're hooked into RSIMS.

Uh, we're up and running.

The HT hasn't made contact.

Neither have
the first responders.

We're gonna have to make
the first call.

Take the temperature.

Am I gonna have a problem
with you two?

No.
No.

Who's primary?

Me.
I am.

He's Islamic
fundamentalist.

He's not gonna negotiate
with a woman.

Yeah, exactly why I should
make the first call.

Get him to refuse me
and force a stall.

I try to find someone else.

I can't win when she gets
all smart like that.

Make the call.

( phone vibrating )

( panting )

( phone ringing )

( phone beeps )

Hello.

Hello, this is Emily Lehman
with the Los Angeles Police.

Who am I speaking with?

My name is Ali Sayid bin Hassan.

But the Western world will still
know me as Trent Cunningham.

Okay, Mr. Hassan.

Uh, everything's
under control out here.

Is everything all right
in there?

Yes, thank you,
I have control.

Now, if anyone
tries to come in here,

I will detonate explosives,
which will kill everyone.

Hey, I understand.
No one's gonna come in.

Uh, I just wanna know if...

I don't care what you want.

I want camera crews--

every major network
to be outside of these doors

in 15 minutes.

I have a message to deliver.

And it is for the world to hear.

I understand.
I would like to hear your...

15 minutes!

Or I martyr everyone.

MATT:
Lia, you get that?

Running both names now.

Thermoscans confirm:
One threat, 14 hostages.

We could take him out
with selective fire right now.

But he could still trigger the
vest, kill everyone inside. Great.

I'm working a scenario
for a rear breach-- it may yield better results.

You mean better
than everyone dead?

Yeah.

CHERYL:
Tell me something good.

Well, you settle
for weird?

EMILY:
Traditionally, suicide bombers don't make demands

and terrorist hostage takers
never work alone,

so something
doesn't add up.

Bureau's sending over
some guy from Counter Terror,

so he's gonna add it up for us.
Are we negotiable?

Yes or no?

Well, we're pretty sure Ali

intends to blow the place up
on live TV.

It makes for slightly more
dramatic footage than a crater.

Better TiVo value.

So no cameras.

No, it's the only
angle he's given us.

Uh, we can attempt to delay
satisfaction for his demand

and maybe propose
an exchange for hostages.

I can, uh, try and feel him
out on the second call.

Set up a briefing area
for the media.

We're going to need them
to play ball.

It's Mathers.

Can you put her on the thing?

Go ahead, Lia.

Ali Sayid bin Hassan

didn't raise any flags

on any of our terrorist
or criminal databases.

For Trent Cunningham,
I've got a basic 411.

20 years old, student at UCLA,

no priors,
no warning bells, nothing.

He have a home address?

455 Dominion Avenue #220.

That's, like,
five minutes from here.

He could've walked.

Oh...

Holy...

Care to elaborate, Mathers?

Sorry, ma'am.

It's just...
Trent Cunningham is not

the listed owner
of that condo at that address.

Who is?

Carl Jackson Cunningham.

As in
Congressman Carl Cunningham?

Here he is.

Wife Judith and son Trent.

( speaking Arabic )

What?

( whispering ):
Shut up!

Brother, I'm on your side.

( speaking Arabic )

I know what you're doing
you think is right for Islam.

( screaming )

Think you can talk your way out
of here, you're wrong.

You chose your side!

( tires screeching )

Laptop.

"0-6-2-

7-8-3-0-0-0-4-0-5."

That's a tracking number
for an envelope

our HT overnighted

to his parents yesterday.
Guess what I want?

You want it in your hands
right now.

Or sooner.

I'm on it.

( hostages yelling )

All right, no one speaks
without my permission.

If you talk, I promise that

you will never
leave here alive.

( phone ringing )

What?

Mr. Hassan, it's Emily.

What is it?

Everything's okay.

Uh, the media are on their way.

I-I just want to be prepared
for the next step.

Let's talk about how you and I
can, um, get your message out

in the best
and safest way possible.

Just get the cameras here,
bitch!

Okay, you sound upset.

That-that's not my intention.

Okay, my intention is to help
you get your message out.

If you let the people inside
with you walk out,

it will demonstrate to the world
your mercy and your strength.

No one will doubt my strength.

And you cannot negotiate
for my hostages.

I speak for God.

And God does not negotiate
with infidels.

Six minutes.
Uh...

I heard everything.

Called me a bitch
and an infidel.

Sweet sound of progress.

Hmm.

I don't know.

What? He's talking.
Yeah.

Are we listening?

Something bothering you?

Hey, go with your gut.

How long till his deadline?

Five minutes.

Terrorist expert's here
to brief us.

Okay.
I'll see you over there.

MAN:
Al-Qaeda loves to recruit converts.

Gives them great raw material
to mold.

You're dealing with individuals

who feel devalued, despised,
worthless.

By becoming terrorists,
they're suddenly transformed into heroes.

And they are impossible
to negotiate with.

One minute to deadline.

MATT:
That's his deadline. It's not ours.

He'll wait for the cameras.

We found specs for
the vest on his laptop.

It's lethal, but it's homemade.

Ball bearings for shrapnel,
30-foot kill radius.

Detonator's a nine-volt battery
wired to a clothespin. There's a better

than good chance we could take
him out before he triggers it,

but it has to be
done up close.

Or...
we could talk him to death.

CHERYL:
Okay. I'm going to ask for a hard number here.

Given this profile,
how many hostages

can you secure through
negotiation? Realistic.

I'd say right now,
we're probably lucky to come...

All.

The only person Trent Cunningham

came here to kill today is
himself.

We need to alter our strategy.

30 seconds.
Is she suggesting concessions?

No, we take the tactical...
That's against policy.

We do not engage
in bargaining with terrorists...

Quiet!

Matt, you're primary.

Make the call.
Tell him cameras are here.

L-Let me explain.

Matt, make the call.
Ten seconds.

Matt.

Five... four...

three... two...

MATT:
The guy's talking, Cheryl.

We switch negotiators now
and we risk losing that.

Your plan was
to switch negotiators.

EMILY:
But Trent hasn't followed the plan.

In fact, he has moved
consistently against pattern

for hostage siege.

So your profile
does not apply.

Then what profile does apply?

Ritual public suicide is used
to inflict emotional harm

on another person.

The goal of suicide terrorism
is psychological damage

on an entire population.

What seems political
is personal. Daddy.

Anyone else find it coincidental
that Carl Cunningham

is in town campaigning
for a senate seat

at the same time his son walks
into a neighborhood coffee shop

dressed as
America's greatest fear?

Look at the evidence.
His Muslim name,

the extremist propaganda
you found at his condo.

Okay, but what's more
interesting now

is how I found it--
just sitting out

on the coffee table.

Like it wanted to be found,

just like Trent wanted us

to know his real name
right from the top.

So this kid's going to blow up
Coffee Nation

'cause he's pissed at Dad?

People have done worse.

It's probably up there, though.

Let's say you're not wrong.

What do you want to do about it?

( screaming )

( phone ringing )

Hello.

Hey, it's Emily.

Uh, I just wanted
to let you know that the camera crews

have arrived and
they're unloading

their equipment
in a ready area.

Good. Good.

Trent,

your parents

are on their way here.

My parents?

I don't want to talk to them.

Yeah, I understand.

I'll call you when
the cameras are ready.

Successful reaction to the name.

Did you hear the excitement
in his voice

when I brought up his parents?

Yeah.

Thanks for, uh...

Back there.

That wasn't about us.

I backed you up
'cause I thought you were right.

Don't get used to it.

Wouldn't want it any other way.

Here are all the tracking
numbers and package data

for that shipment,
as you requested.

But like I said, it's already
left our distribution center.

So it's on the truck?

It's on the truck.

Stop the truck.

Stop the truck?

( tires screeching )

MAN:
FBI, huh?

Sweet.

Here we go.

0-6-2-7-5.
Open it.

Looks like some sort
of photo collage.

Old family pictures.
Okay, what I need you to do

is take a digital still
and send it to me.

Uh, with what?

I don't have a camera.

There should be
a package nearby.

Tracking number

1-0-9-0-2-4-3-0-0.

Inside is
a digital picture phone.

Take the photo and e-mail it
direct to me.

OK, but it's factory direct,
they won't have a--

Read me the serial number.
I'll get you service.

Set up slow.

Take your time
plugging in your cables,

assembling your tripods.

Do not indicate
that you are ready to shoot

unless you are instructed
by Commander Rogers.

Is that clear?

MAN:
That's Congressman Cunningham.

There's his wife
with him?

CHERYL:
Great.

Here we go.

EMILY:
I just wanted to let you know

that the news vans are
on their way up to the shop now.

Trent, I need to ask you
a question.

Are you going to commit suicide?

( snorts )

No, I just strapped
a bomb on my chest

because I had nothing
else to wear.

( phone speed-dialing )

Krista?

Look, everything's going to be
all right, okay, baby?

Is that because you want to die,
or is it because

of some other reason, like you,

um, you want to get
even with somebody?

TRENT:
You recording this call?

Yeah.

I want to die because

that is Allah's will.

Islamic what?

He got the recipe for the bomb
from an Islamic chat site.

Though we don't believe him
to be working

under the direction of any

known fundamentalist
group.

Mr. Cunningham...

This is our fault.
No.

We need to
speak with Trent.

We need to speak
with our son.

That's not a good idea.

Trent is speaking with one
of our negotiators right now.

If we introduce a third party--

We're not a third party.
We're his family.

See those people
behind the barricades?

Those are the families
of your son's hostages.

I'm sure they'd like
the same opportunity.

Okay, you realize what this will
do to your parents, don't you?

I mean, besides losing you, your
father will lose his career.

He'll never recover from this.

Well, Allah works in
mysterious ways, doesn't he?

Yeah, this isn't about God,
is it?

This is about you.

What did he do to you?

God?

Your father.

Hey!

Hey, is that a phone?

Trent.

( screaming )

Talking to the police?

Krista?

My boyfriend!
Someone inside's on a phone.

Trent, pick up the phone!

Hey... hey.

Trent, pick up the phone!

Time to die.

Come on, man,
pick up the phone!

Trent!

Do not come in!

Don't come in.

I promise you,
no one is coming in.

I said do not come in.

Get back.
Stay back.

Okay, you're okay.
We're okay.

All right, you don't have
to say anything.

Yeah, just
keep breathing with me.

Stay with me.
Don't put the phone down.

All right.

We're gonna get her
out of there, all right?

But that's not your job;
that's ours.

That's my job.

All right?

This just came in
from Mathers.

FRANK:
Negotiators had their chance.

We need to move now
or this is gonna end bad.

EMILY:
Trent, all I need you to do is stay with me.

Okay, you're doing great.

I just need you to stay with me.

Hold on.

Check it out.

What?
Wh-what is it?

What, is this about Mom?

I think he intended
for her to see this

after it was all over.

Looks cut and pasted.

They're not in any of the
actual pictures together.

The root of every crisis is
a broken relationship, right?

Oh, hang on.

Yeah?

We were close.

Now it's their show.

No, we're not done yet.

Trent, I need you to listen
to me, all right?

This is very important.

I understand why you don't want
to talk over the phone.

I have a suggestion
for how we can fix that.

Okay, my suggestion is

that I come
to you unarmed

and we sit down
and talk.

No phones, just you and me.

HRT, hold.

What is she doing?

Okay, I am willing to do this
for you

if you let the hostages go.

All you need is one hostage
and you are still in control.

I'll make for a good trade.

If this is a trick,
you die, too.

No, call him back.
Uh-uh, you're not going in there.

Why? I just made a deal
with the hostage taker. You want me to break it?

We have an order
for tactical action.

Y-Y-Y-You're
going against that,

and you're putting
yourself at risk.

You're acting like me.

You said go with my gut.

No, Emily.

HRT's going in.

Is this about them
or is this about us?

You walk in there
and there is no us.

( unlocking door )

( gasps )

Don't make a sound.

They're coming out.

We are live
in Brentwood,

where a terrorist hostage crisis
is underway.

You know, I was planning
on doing that anyway.

I know.

You just know
everything, don't you?

I know you came here to kill

yourself today,
not anybody else.

You know you're
gonna die with me?

We don't need help.
What we need is action.

I need a press release.
We don't need Carolyn right now.

I am just trying to...

I know exactly what you're
trying to do.

Hi.

Could you excuse us?

No, not really.

You recognize this?

Where did you get that?

In a letter addressed
to you from Trent.

You have any idea why
he'd send this to you?

No.
No? Well, I think I do.

I think he's trying to
send you a message. What message?

Loosely translated, uh,
"Mom, this is your fault."

Excuse me?

I wasn't talking to you.

Who the hell
do you think you are?

You want your son to live?

What kind of question
is that?

It's the simple yes or no kind.
Do you want your son to live?

I am not going to stand here...

Do you want your son to live?!

Yes.

Okay, tell me why he hates you.

You just lost your job.

I know this is about
your mother, Trent. Everybody knows.

So you spoke to Judith?

What did she do to you?

What did she do?
She didn't do anything. I did.

What did you do?

I don't know!

I was the valedictorian
of our class.

I got straight A's.

I played on
the soccer team.

I mean, maybe she just
didn't like my face.

EMILY:
Yeah, I saw a campaign photo of your family.

You looked happy in it.

No! You saw what Judith
wanted you to see.

She always wanted everyone
to see how happy we were

because she thought
it would help Dad get elected.

Hugs at rallies,
kisses at fundraisers.

I remember when I was a kid...

man, I would get so happy...
when we had to take a photo

because it meant
she had to be nice to me.

He could've killed
those people.

Get away from me.

But he didn't.

We're trying
to save him, Judith.

But he doesn't care
what we want.

EMILY:
Did you ever confront her about this?

I considered other options,
you know?

Knocking on her door
and lighting myself on fire

when she answered it.

Even bought this kerosene.

But, you know,
I scrapped that idea

when I realized she
probably wouldn't care.

You know what?

She'd probably find
some way to spin it.

Establish the Trent Foundation
for Suicidally Depressed Teens.

Pick up a couple
sympathy votes, right?

So you decided

to destroy the one thing
she did care about?

Just in time for election.

Pretty crazy, huh?

Yeah, I don't like that word.

Well, what would you call it?

What would you call it?

Huh?

What word would you use?

Come on.

You know you want to.
Now, what would you call it?

I would say you're
a highly intelligent,

severely bipolar
borderline personality

with an unresolved
Oedipal conflict,

which is not your fault.

Well, I am my mother's son.

My partner's inside that
coffee shop with your son.

He has an explosive vest
strapped to his chest.

You want me to tell him this?

It's what he needs to hear.

You know,
I'm getting tired.

I am just getting tired
of holding this thing apart.

You ever just feel
like letting go? Trent...

MATT ( over bullhorn ):
Trent Cunningham.

What's that?

Trent, this is Matt Flannery
with the FBI.

Can you hear me?

I've got a message
from your mother.

It's not long.

She'd like me to read it to you.

Perfect.

She'll get in
the last word.

I'm gonna read it verbatim.

Get ready for a message
of love and concern

from the mother
of the year.

"I'm sorry.

I never wanted children."

She...

Why would she...

I'm sorry.

Why would
she say that?

I can't believe
she'd say that.

Look, you did
nothing wrong, Trent.

Okay? She did.

This is your life, okay?

All right, you don't
need to live it for her.

All right?

All right.

And you don't need
to end it for her.

Okay?

It's okay.

It's okay.
It's okay.

Okay.

( crying )

I'm tired.

( cheering )
Yes!

( clamoring voices )

Hey, hey, hey-ey-ey,
get back there.

No, let me...
That's my son.

Trent! Trent!

What?

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