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[SIREN WAILING]

[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[FIREFIGHTER 1] Watch the wall on the left!

[FIREFIGHTER 2] I need a line!

[FIREFIGHTERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[DARREN] I found her!

I found her!

I need some help down here!

I need it now!

Anybody hear me?

Get down here now!

Come on!

[GIRL CRYING]

Shepherd! Burr!

I got her!

I can't move! Come down here now!

[CONTINUES CRYING]

Hold on. They'll be here.

- [CREAKING] - Move!

[FIREFIGHTER 1] We heard a voice.

[DARREN] Help me!

I can't breathe!

Help me! Help me out!

Help me move her!

[FIREFIGHTERS GRUNTING]

[BREATH TREMBLING]

Bring up the Skycam. Pan it left.

[DIRECTOR] Show me what God sees.

Okay, camera two, show me the stands.

- Three, give me the ice. - [MAN 1] Okay, graphic is up.

Put game seven on preset.

How many technicians are gonna be inside the arena?

Well, we got 12 cameramen, six support. That's 18.

- [HALLMARK] I want to limit their access. - [SPOTA] It is.

Technicians and announcers are the only ones cleared.

Hey, Spota, let us in.

Work don't stop just 'cause the Vice President's coming,

you know, babe.

Must be Republicans.

Well, having everybody check in through one gate like this

- is a real pain in the butt. - It's only one night.

Yeah, but it's the last game of the Stanley Cup,

and having the Vice President here turns a headache into a concussion.

I didn't even vote for this guy.

[HALLMARK] That's what makes what you're doing such a special gesture.

[RADIO ANNOUNCER] Hello, Pittsburgh, and here we are

at the seventh game of the Stanley Cup finals.

Penguins and Hawks.

Penguins in a come-from-behind victory

to shut down the Hawks.

Shit.

Sorry, but my dog's missing.

We're out here looking for him.

Is it bad?

What? You think this might be good?

- Let me see your license. - Oh, sure.

Move. Move.

We are going to steal your car.

Don't get killed over it, huh?

[MEN SCREAMING]

It's the last game, we've got a couple of minutes to go.

Just 15 seconds to go before it comes down into the ice.

He skates up to off center. He knocks down one defender.

He knocks down another one. He's skating like a madman around the ice.

He gets to the blue line. He shoots.

[EXCLAIMING] And he scores!

Scratch my back with a hack...

Yes!

Dad!

Hey.

That's a fancy new stick.

Michael gave it to me.

- Hi. - How are you, Darren?

Darren, what are you doing here?

You can't stay. We're just getting ready to leave.

- It's his birthday. - And you've got him all day tomorrow.

[EXHALES SHARPLY] I just got these. I thought the kids might wanna...

We're all going out to dinner.

Looks like those might be Penguin tickets.

They are.

[TYLER] It's the seventh game.

Vice President's gonna be there.

Daddy! Daddy!

Hey, that's my hat!

I can wear it. Mom said I could.

- [KATHI] I did? - [GRUNTS]

You know what that means?

- [DARREN] Not a clue. - It means "I love you."

I love you, too.

She's practicing to be deaf, but that's still my hat.

I'll get you a new one at the game.

Darren, you can't just show up here and take them without talking to me first.

Besides, you only have two tickets.

I'm working at the arena.

You're back to work, Dad?

Your dad's a fire inspector at the game.

It's very important work.

[EMILY] Are you a fireman again, Daddy?

Kind of, yeah.

Kathi tells me it's only temporary.

He was trying to save a little girl...

Are we going to the game?

[SIGHS]

Don't do this again. I mean it.

It's not fair to the kids or me.

I promise.

[BRAKES SCREECH]

[MOTOR WHIRRING]

[BELL DINGS]

Excuse me.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

This is Andrew, he's the head chef.

Nobody goes in that elevator, and I mean nobody.

Even if they have proper ID, unless this man says it's okay.

If he doesn't know them, they don't get in that elevator.

After you finish serving the Vice President's party,

this kitchen is closed, and everyone goes home.

Have I made myself clear?

Abundantly.

That's how I like it. Abundantly.

Mrs. Ferrara?

Yes?

Let's just stroll into your house like I'm your favorite nephew.

Ackerman, Akers. Come on, Mac.

Mr. McCord, make sure the building doesn't burn down.

Go on through, Mr. Mac.

And who's this beauty?

This is my daughter, Emily, and my son, Tyler.

[EMILY] Want a stamp?

Love a stamp.

[MAN IN QUEUE] Hey, can you guys play after we get in?

Hey, hold your horses. I'm getting a stamp, here.

I'll never wash this hand again.

- See you later, Mr. Mac. - Okay.

Joan.

Hi, Darren. Are you working tonight?

Yeah, after I take Tyler into the locker room.

Hey, could you give Emily a look at Icey?

Icey always loves company. Come on, Emily,

I'm gonna show you where Icey is, okay?

Icey. Big deal.

Some fat guy in a ratty penguin suit.

That blonde you're staring at, she's the fat guy.

What's he doing?

Shaping the blade.

They're like horseshoes. You get them hot enough,

you can bend them.

You, uh... recognize him?

[TYLER] Yeah. Luc Robitaille.

He waved at me.

You see that, Dad? Luc Robitaille waved at me.

Come on, I'll introduce you. He won't bite.

Luc, this is Tyler McCord and his father, Darren.

Hi, Tyler, how are you?

[BOTH SPEAKING FRENCH]

[CHUCKLES]

Dad, what did he say?

He thinks they're gonna win.

Hey, that's Brad Tolliver!

Dad, he doesn't have a rocking chair.

A what?

My Dad said you should be sitting in a rocking chair,

- instead of on the ice. - Oh, is that so?

You play hockey, Tyler?

No, but my dad played. He was a goalie.

A little semi-pro in Canada. It was a long time ago.

Come by some afternoon.

I'll show you the difference between the game you played

and the one I play.

I can see the difference.

I got this one, man.

- [DRIVER] All clear? - Yes.

Did you boys have fun?

Luc Robitaille talked to me,

and we saw Brad Tolliver close up.

Ah, your friends are gonna be so jealous of you.

- I wanna go with Icey. - So does Tyler. [GRUNTS]

Icey has to hit the stands, guys.

I'll see you later, okay?

Buh-bye.

Andrew, this is Emily and Tyler.

Pleasure.

Be right back.

Come here. I want to show you something.

Whoa! Cool!

That's why you won't hear anyone complain about my cooking.

At least not to my face.

[DARREN] You got a burned-out light bulb.

[ANDREW] Could you change it? I've got my hands full.

Sure.

Is that what Daddy does, change light bulbs?

No, Emily. He's just helping out.

Firemen don't do that kind of stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Ugh, nothing.

When are we gonna sit down?

[CROWD CHEERING]

[MAN ON RADIO] Frequent Flyer is in and on his way to the locker room.

Keep him moving.

I think here, tonight, the Penguin fans

are really anxious to see for the first time

- the Penguins kicking the Stanley Cup... - Do you have any cookies?

You force your way in here with a gun and now I have to feed you?

You don't have to. But I still have the gun. [CHUCKLES]

I think I have some Fig Newtons.

Hey!

Caution.

Caution keeps you safe.

I keep my machine gun in with the produce.

Okay, Veep's coming in. Let's get decent!

Christ, Jefferson, it's a locker room.

Duckerman, why don't you put on a jock?

Well, at least you're covering the right head.

[MAN 1] Don't worry. Let's go.

All right, guys, I'm privileged to introduce Vice President Daniel Bender.

He's a big hockey fan, and he'd like to say a few words.

"A few words." There's an optimist.

[HOCKEY PLAYERS LAUGHING]

I want to wish you all the best of luck and...

Are you Democrats or Republicans?

Neither, sir. Canadians.

[ALL LAUGH]

Well, in that case, good luck.

And I hope to toast your championship after the game.

Sir, are you going to say the same thing to the Blackhawks?

Of course. Nice outfit, Duckerman.

[ALL LAUGHING]

[GAME MUSIC PLAYING]

[MAN ON TV] Two nights ago in Chicago

with the Blackhawks on the brink of elimination...

It's time!

I want you to pick up the phone

and dial 555-1793.

That's my husband's work number.

It certainly is.

When you get him on the line,

say only what's written on this.

[PHONE RINGING]

Kitchen. Yeah. Hold on.

Andrew, it's your wife.

- Hello? - Andy, Andy...

We have your wife.

Follow her instructions.

[CLEARS THROAT]

"They will not hurt me,

if you do as they say.

If you give any indication that something is wrong,

they will kill me.

When you go to the...

Vice President's box,

you will take two new assistants with you, escorted by

two security men. Get them into the box.

That's all you need to do.

That's all you need to know."

Who are these men?

How will I know them?

In 30 seconds, you'll know.

I swear this. If you hurt my wife, I'll...

You'll what? Burn my toast?

[LAUGHING]

[DIAL TONE]

[SECURITY GUARD] Mr. Ferrara?

Yes?

Are these men yours?

Yes. They're mine.

[ANNOUNCER ON PA] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

The National Hockey League presents

game seven of the Stanley Cup finals.

The Chicago Blackhawks and the Pittsburgh Penguins.

[MIKE] As we get ready for seven, the final game of the Stanley Cup finals,

you can feel the electricity in the air,

it sends a chill up your spine, Paul.

One of these two clubs is going to skate with Lord Stanley's cup

here at Civic Arena ice tonight.

[PAUL] Listen to the crowd, Mike.

They're going crazy...

Here's to a great game.

Great if we win, not so great if we lose.

[ALL LAUGHING]

We are ready.

[SECURITY GUARD] Thank you, everybody. You may leave now.

Mr. Ferrara will close up your stations.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

[MAN ON PA] ...singing of our National Anthem.

[SINGING] ♪ Oh, say can you see ♪

♪ By the dawn's early light ♪

♪ What so proudly we hailed ♪

♪ At the twilight's last gleaming ♪

Who the hell are you?

♪ Through the perilous fight ♪

- [GUN FIRING] - [GROANS]

♪ O'er the ramparts we watched ♪

♪ Were so gallantly streaming ♪

♪ And the rocket's red glare ♪

♪ The bombs bursting in air ♪

♪ Gave proof through the night ♪

♪ That our flag was still there ♪

I love that part.

Well, gotta go.

♪ O'er the land of the free ♪

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[SCREAMS]

♪ And the home of the brave ♪

[SINGING ENDS]

[PAUL] This place is going crazy right now.

You know, you could not beg, borrow or steal a ticket outside this building

before the game tonight.

I don't care if you were packing heat, you couldn't get in here.

[PAUL] Eddie Belfour starts in goal for Chicago.

Amazingly, Brad Tolliver will play for the Penguins

even though he can hardly walk today,

much less skate with a fever of 104.

And here we go. Game seven of the Stanley Cup finals.

And the Chicago Blackhawks control the opening face-off.

They're working up into Pittsburgh territory,

putting pressure on the Penguins early.

Graham, slap shot! Tolliver makes the save.

[CHOKING, GASPING]

Please, he needs a doctor.

- [ALL SCREAM] - No!

Not anymore. Go ahead.

Dead heroes get the best funerals.

- [GUNSHOT] - [GROANS]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

Thanks for your help, Andrew.

His wife's recently deceased.

He would have been lonely without her.

I hope that clarifies the urgency of this mission.

Only your best behavior's gonna be good enough.

That agent's name was Eddie Caline.

He has a five-year-old boy, a three-year-old little girl,

and his wife's pregnant.

I'll send a card.

- What do you want? - What do I want?

World peace, an end to bigotry and no more mini-malls.

- What am I gonna get? - [GUN COCKING]

And I am gonna get it.

That, boys and girls, is really hot.

What is your objective?

My objective?

[SHUDDERS]

I get funny all over when you talk like that.

I know just what you're thinking.

Evaluate the situation, calculate potential losses

and take appropriate action.

Let me do that for you.

The situation is hopeless.

The losses would be unacceptable.

So the appropriate action is for you to do nothing

and keep your fucking mouth shut.

What kind of lunatic are you?

[LAUGHS]

The best kind.

You can keep calling me names if it makes you feel better.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

- Throw me your earpiece and your mic. - [GRUNTS]

[WHIMPERING, GASPS]

[WOMAN GASPS]

[MIKE] Robitaille with a center pass.

That's just gonna miss.

We are still scoreless in game seven,

period one, the Hawks and Pens.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Watch Lohman. He's got eyes in the back of his head.

[CROWD EXCLAIMS]

They must be closed.

Oh, gross!

I have some work to do.

I'll be back before the period ends.

You two, stay right here.

I'll go, too, so you'll have company.

Thanks, sweetheart, but you stay with Tyler.

Now you won't be by yourself.

Thank you. [KISSES]

I mean it. Don't leave your seats.

Oh! In case you want a soda.

Don't get out of your seats to get it.

We get the idea, Dad.

Hey, what's that?

Nothing.

What's Daddy gotta do?

Probably change more light bulbs.

I thought you said firemen don't do that kind of stuff.

Dad's not really a fireman anymore, Emily.

[MIKE] Now, a steal by Stevens. He walks into the Chicago end.

Slap shot! He shoots and scores!

Kevin Stevens gives the Penguins the opening goal.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Get in the fast lane, Grandma.

The bingo game is ready to roll.

[SIRENS WAILING]

[CROWD] Hey!

[MIKE] He doesn't know whether to cry or wind his watch.

[CROWD] Hey!

[MIKE] The Penguins have scored.

[CROWD] Hey!

[MIKE] That one came off Steve Smith, the Chicago defenseman, and finds the net.

[MIKE] ...Pittsburgh goal, his 11th in the play-offs,

scored by Number 25,

Kevin Stevens!

[MIKE] Face-off at center ice. Naslund of the Penguins controls.

He jumps into the Chicago end with the Penguins leading 1-0 in game seven.

[PAUL] Mike, closer than we expected, the hitting here,

- early in the game, has been ferocious. - [WOMAN SOBBING]

Uh, if the smoke bothers anyone, you can speak up.

There's no reason to kill anyone else. Nobody's a threat to you.

[SCOFFS]

You know, I voted for you. I really did.

It's your sincerity and your compassion.

You happen to be wrong.

There may be a reason to kill someone else.

There's bound to be resistance to my "objective."

So I can only assure you I won't kill any more people

than it takes to convince everyone of my sincerity.

Will you make that cow stop moaning?

- [SOBBING] - [SHUSHES, WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY]

- What's that? - An invitation to the White House.

Open it and read it.

- [SOBBING] - Don't, don't, don't.

Out loud.

It's nothing but a bunch of numbers.

And they wonder why this economy's so fucked up.

Those are the numbers of 13 bank accounts in five US banks

that belong to three different countries that our government

has frozen for a variety of reasons.

They represent a total deposit of $1,700,000,000.

Christ, it runs in the family.

During the course of this game,

all that money is going to be released

and transferred to banks of my choice.

That's impossible.

At least one-third of the money must be moved

during each of the three periods of the game.

If, at the first period's end,

the deposits are behind, one of you will die.

If we're still lagging at the end of the second period,

two of you will die.

At the end of the third period... everyone in this building will die.

- You have no idea of the complexity... - I had an idea.

I had this idea,

and we are gonna make it work or we're gonna die trying.

You will call the President, and on flash precedence priority,

he will call the Secretary of State and Secretary of the Treasury.

Then banks will be notified and the money will begin to move.

Or it won't.

And if it doesn't, when the game ends,

everyone in this box and in this arena will die

by explosion, fire and panic.

Enough bombs have been planted in this building

- to stop all the clocks in the hemisphere. - You'll die with us.

Could be.

I don't think anyone with manicured fingernails,

wearing a $10,000 wristwatch

is planning on blowing himself up.

Fifteen-thousand dollar wristwatch.

I'm not sure if I like you.

When I make up my mind, you'll be the first to know.

- You're out of your mind. - Me?

Ha!

I'm not one paying some Neanderthal $40 million

to skate up and down a slab of ice.

Call the White House.

[FOSS] You need the number?

[MIKE] Left wing pass down to Steve Smith...

[HALLMARK] I've got every agent converging on the arena.

And we'll all get the support we need from local PD.

The FBI won't be necessary. He's our asset.

We lost him, we'll get him back.

Tell the President I'll keep him fully informed

until the Vice President's out.

Yes, sir, absolutely. There'll be a total media blackout on this.

We'll inform all news outlets of how serious this is.

Yes, sir, absolutely.

The place is sealed off. No one can go in or out.

And...

We messed up a few times since I've been an agent,

but how the fuck did we lose the Vice President?

[SIRENS WAILING]

[MIKE] Right side, Weinrich fires.

Down the left side, Graham shoots!

...Penguins trying to get it out...

The sound in this building is absolutely deafening.

[PAUL] Shot right on, picked up by Dubinsky.

[PAUL] Players are just playing their guts out, right now.

[MIKE] I'll tell you something, it's so loud, right now

I can hardly hear myself think.

You don't have to think, Mike. This is hockey.

[MIKE] Well, the Hawks' pressure now, under two minutes to go.

Graham moves in against Tolliver.

Fires and scores! The Chicago Blackhawks

have tied this game as Dirk Graham

nailed it home, his fourth of the play-offs.

And the Penguins and Hawks are tied at one in game seven.

[MAN ON PA] The Chicago goal, his fourth of the play-offs...

They haven't moved a dime.

[STAMMERING] You know, I don't think they believe you.

They're gonna sacrifice a life to test my will. [SCOFFS]

I'm truly disappointed.

Nobody does anything these days because it's right.

They only do it if you make them.

Would you like to vote on who gets the distinction

of demonstrating my resolve?

You're not giving them enough time.

I told you it couldn't be done that quickly.

[FOSS] Oh, you watch how much they accomplish during the next period.

- Now... - [SOBBING]

[FOSS] Would you all agree that the mayor's wife's been most annoying?

[MIKE] ...again trying to make a move.

The Hawks attacking the Penguin territory.

- An Orangeade. - Coke or Sprite.

Sprite.

No, Coke.

Are you sure this time?

[MAN ON PA] One minute remaining in the first period.

"Sprite. No, Coke. No, Sprite."

Shut up!

You're lucky Daddy's not here!

Why, is there a light bulb that needs changing?

You take that back! Daddy's a fireman!

He's too scared to be a fireman.

- He is not! - Is too.

I hate you.

Hey, Emily! Dad said to stay here!

Hey, Emily!

[MIKE] Cruising back into the right corner,

it'll be Steve Smith.

Smith back out around. He suddenly lost the puck

and Robitaille heads back down into Chicago territory.

Doesn't look too good.

[MUFFLED SOBS]

[MIKE] Graham comes down the slot.

He's stopped by Tolliver...

Hey, Joan, going out to entertain the Veep?

Hmm.

Are you okay?

[MIKE] He can't push it in. He had a chance...

[HORN BLARING]

- [GROANS] - [ALL SCREAMING]

[MAN ON PA] First period, shots on goal, Chicago, 12,

Pittsburgh, eight.

Icey!

[SCREAMING]

[CARLA] Say anything and I'll kill your mother.

[MAN ON PA] The official Stanley Cup album

is on sale now at the Arena Concourse area.

Be sure to pick up your copy now...

Where's Emily?

She went to the bathroom.

I told you two not to move.

- What did you do? - Nothing.

- She hit me and... - You soaked her.

Don't move. If the building is falling down around you,

you don't move!

Emily!

[SOBBING]

It's a young wine.

Frisky.

It's almost impetuous, wouldn't you say?

I can't think of any punishment as severe as the one you deserve.

[CHUCKLES]

They didn't listen to me and someone died.

Call the President.

Tell him how much fun we're having.

I'm sorry. You're not cleared.

What? Well, the owner just called me.

I'm Icey, the team mascot.

We're here to see the Vice President.

- Who's this? - The owner's niece.

Randy, we got clearance on a Mr. Icey?

Randy?

- Randy. - Mr. Icey's a woman, jerk-off.

- [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS] - [EMILY GRUNTS]

[DARREN] Emily!

[SECURITY GUARD GROANS]

- [GUNSHOTS] - [GROANS]

[GUN CLICKS]

Fuck it.

You owe me a Mother's Day card.

[WHIMPERING]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[FOSS LAUGHS]

What is this, a day-care center?

She saw me off a guy.

[FOSS] Then you off her.

I tried.

If you touch her, you lose me as a hostage

because you'll have to shoot me...

- Mr. Vice President. - Ah, shut up. He's campaigning.

[FOSS] Who are you here with?

My daddy, and he's a boss.

And he's very brave, and he's not afraid.

And he's gonna come looking for me, and you'll be sorry.

Oh, I'm already sorry.

What do you mean, he's a boss?

He's a head fireman. He makes sure everybody's safe here

- and there's no fire. - Who is this boss?

He must be a fire marshal.

When we have special events...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go downstairs and see if there's a nervous father

looking for his daughter.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

- What is your name? - Emily.

- Emily what? - McCord.

And your father's name?

It's McCord, too.

Would you like it if I filled your little mouth with spiders?

- What's his whole name? - Darren Francis Thomas McCord.

Thank you. Let's find out who he is.

Ugh.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Joan, I was trying to catch up with you and Emily.

She wasn't supposed to leave her seat.

I'm Carla. Joan had to go home sick.

But you were with my daughter, Emily.

Yeah, she was lost.

So I took her up to the owner's box.

Come on. We'll go get her.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[GROANS]

[GRUNTING]

[SLICER WHIRRING]

[GROANS]

[STRAINING]

[CARLA SCREAMING IN PAIN]

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

[CARLA SCREAMING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[INDISTINCT MESSAGES OVER RADIO]

[MIKE] Second period action about to begin.

The Penguins and Hawks tied at 1.

Penguins control the face-off.

Francis deals it up to the Chicago end.

And Jágr will chase it down.

He coughed it up to Steve Smith from the Hawks.

The pass is out. The Penguins...

[CROWD CHEERING]

[EXHALES DEEPLY] You've got to get the cops.

My daughter's missing, and someone just tried to kill me.

Show me where this happened.

[PHONE RINGING]

May I help you?

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

This is Matthew Hallmark, Secret Service. Put the Vice President on.

Hallmark?

[LAUGHS]

Well, I see they care enough to send their very best.

Geez, I never heard that one before.

Say hello.

This is Vice President Bender, I...

- [FOSS] Now you talk to me. - Who are you?

- Oh, is that necessary? - Yes.

I'm a disillusioned patriot

with a yen to fulfill my personal ambitions.

All right. How many are dead?

Counting Secret Service? Uh...

Oh, by the way, why do you guys tell everybody you're Secret Service agents?

If it's supposed to be a secret,

don't tell anyone.

How many are dead?

One civilian, but the room is full of candidates.

Don't kill anyone else, you hear me?

[FOSS] You were told the parameters.

Full transfer of funds by the end of this game.

No attempt to storm this box, no attempt to clear the arena.

No helicopters or police vehicles encroach on the stadium grounds.

Your demands and your timetable are unrealistic.

Oh, I'm a positive thinker, Matty.

Now we know you've already checked on these accounts,

so the wheels are turning.

By the way, don't make any transfers to the Bentley-owned banks.

Shocking as it may be,

they're CIA fronts.

You were with one of our agencies.

You're wasting some of that unrealistic timetable.

[DIAL TONE]

Did he sound like he'd do it?

Kill the Vice President and everybody?

It sounds like he knows way too much.

[MIKE] Chelios, right side of the wing, wide open, going to the net.

Tolliver! A great save there from right in front on Dubinsky.

And back come the Pittsburgh Penguins.

Hawgood's got a man, Robitaille,

but he can't connect on the pass.

- So, where's this seven-foot penguin? - She was there.

I wanna go up to the owner's box.

There's a VIP in the box stand, and you don't have clearance.

- Neither does my daughter. - Who knows if that's where she is?

Let's page her over the public address.

Maybe she's just lost.

Oh, I made this up? The penguin had a gun.

We'll page it, too.

You said her name was Carla, didn't you?

I always do things like that.

You didn't say her name, did you?

No.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMS]

What the fuck is going on?

Fuck you. And fuck your kid.

[SCREAMS]

Where is she?

I don't know.

Is she up in the owner's box?

Maybe. Maybe she went out to dinner.

[SCREAMS]

In a minute, that ear will come off.

[SHOUTING] All right! All right!

All right! We took the box.

We got people everywhere.

The whole joint's rigged with bombs.

We could bring the whole building down.

What are you, terrorists?

I'm no fucking terrorist. I'm a professional.

- How do I get in the box? - No, you don't.

Not if you want to see that kid alive.

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]

[MIKE] The game's tied at one. Chicago puts the pressure on the Penguins

in the Pittsburgh zone.

Here's Shantz around the net. He knocks it in.

Chicago has taken the lead against the Penguins.

Jeff Shantz, the goal scorer.

[PAUL] This crowd's unhappy, Mike, but you gotta give the Hawks credit...

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Ugh!

[MIKE ON TV] Joe Murphy helping the play, the Chicago center iceman...

[COMMENTARY CONTINUES]

Joan.

...to Murphy. Murphy backhanded it off the right wing boards,

and ahead it goes, into Chicago ice.

Cam Russell wearing Number 8 in a bright red Chicago uniform.

For Chicago, every step, every rush is so important.

[PHONE RINGING]

911, emergency services, Officer Lyons speaking.

My name is Darren McCord. I'm calling you from

the Civic Arena 555-1923.

This is not a crank call. The Vice President is being held hostage

in the owner's box.

And they've got my daughter, too.

This is Sergeant Kurtz.

Where in the building are you calling from?

Where? The executive offices.

Stay there for 90 seconds and keep the line clear.

[MIKE] The Hawks got a man wide open.

He's a step behind the defense.

Here he comes in on goal. His shot.

Diving to make the save...

[PHONE RINGS]

- Yeah? - [HALLMARK] Mr. McCord?

Hallmark, Secret Service. What's your situation?

Lousy.

- How long have you known what's going on? - Assume we don't.

Someone is holding the owner's box

and everybody in it, including my kid.

- What else? - Did you have agents

posted at a private elevator?

- Two. - Notify their families.

Have you had any contact with the aggressors?

I killed two. Is that contact?

Look, one of them told me

they're going to bring this whole building down.

What are you guys going to do about it?

We're still evaluating the situation.

There's no situation!

They want money, a lot of it. Give it to them.

If you fuck around and something happens to my kid...

We're considering every possible response.

If you're not gonna pay, say so. I'll get my daughter.

Do not try any kind of rescue. Do you understand me?

You will jeopardize the lives of Vice President

and everyone else in the arena.

Believe me, we know what the hell we're doing.

[SIGHS]

Our agents are entering the arena.

You stay where you are.

We're gonna do this by the numbers.

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[ALARMS BLARING]

[SCREAMING]

What number was that, three?

What I said still goes. Don't do one damn thing.

They've turned this whole place

into one big bomb. Do you understand?

- We have a couple of bomb squads. - They don't do us any good out there.

I'll find the bombs myself.

McCord, you can't do anything alone!

- I'm not alone. - [DIAL TONE]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[IMITATES EXPLOSION]

[FOSS] Watching them operate doesn't give one much hope, does it?

I'm comfortable with whatever strategy they deem appropriate.

Strategy? Shit.

They fucked up!

Two men should've been stationed in that kitchen,

one with a clean geometrical line of fire to every square inch of the room.

And everybody and everything going into that elevator

should've been searched squat and flat.

And no covered tray should've been allowed up here without inspection.

How long were you in the Service?

I still am.

This is my vacation.

Counterfeit section.

Money's good. You just can't spend it.

[PENCIL SCRATCHING]

[HELICOPTER HOVERING]

[MAN 1 ON RADIO] We have confirmation. 1,000 meters.

[MAN 2 ON RADIO] 1,000 meters. Roger.

[MAN 1 ON RADIO] 500 meters and closing.

[MAN 2 ON RADIO] Tango Alpha, going to start deployment here.

[MAN 1 ON RADIO] Sierra Papa deploying.

Deploy one.

[MAN 2 ON RADIO] Deploying two.

[MAN 1 ON RADIO] What's your rate of deployment there?

[MAN 2 ON RADIO] Roger.

[MAN 1 ON RADIO] Three hundred feet.

[MAN 2 ON RADIO] Three hundred feet. Copy.

[MAN 1 ON RADIO] Two hundred feet.

Break off! Break off!

[SCREAMING]

[MAN 1] Man down!

[CLAMORING]

[PHONE RINGS]

This is Hallmark.

[FOSS] I said no vehicles on the grounds, no helicopters in the air,

and no agents in the building.

What part of that did you not understand?

Three cars are closing in on the building that missile came from.

Ground the other choppers.

I don't want to take this guy alive.

[MIKE] Penguins slip it back behind the Chicago goal. Cullen with a play.

Sandstrom on it, but he shoots and scores!

Tomas Sandstrom and the Penguins have tied it at two.

Scratch my back with a hacksaw!

[MAN ON PA] The Pittsburgh goal, fourth of the play-offs,

scored by Number 17, Tomas Sandstrom!

The cavalry's coming.

[FOSS] Custer was in the cavalry. Let them come.

- [MAN 1 ON RADIO] Command. - [MAN 2] Access acquired.

Roger, we copy that.

Second team going. Now.

Motorola MX 360, encryption and frequency-hopping capability.

Right out of the company store. You talk, we listen.

Four at the east side entrance.

We got a light blazer, maybe a tan windbreaker with a black baseball cap.

A dark yet tasteful windbreaker and...

[CHUCKLES] A Penguin jacket and dark pants.

Oh, we pay these idiots to protect you,

and they're trying to get you killed.

As a taxpayer, I don't think you're getting our money's worth.

[HICKEY] If those guys want to see a hockey game so much,

maybe we should put them on ice.

[HALLMARK] We're giving it five minutes. If they don't report, we're moving in.

I don't think there are many options.

That's the President's choice, but I think it's the wrong one.

Unless I get an order, I'm getting those guys out.

- Sir. - What?

I think you ought to see this.

[OFFICERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[OFFICER 1] Stay back!

[INDISTINCT MESSAGES ON RADIO]

Jesus Christ.

Get them out of here.

[MIKE] Penguins gun out of their own end at the center ice.

They work it down the right wing.

Murphy got it and he gave it away.

Here's Mullen.

It goes wide off the glove of Eddie Belfour.

John Cullen going behind the Chicago net.

This guy could prove to be a pain in the ass.

He has heroic tendencies.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GASPS]

Don't get so worked up. They'll win.

[MIKE] We've got four minutes left in Period Number two...

[MIKE] Sutter is centering it into the Chicago zone.

Cullen passes to Larry Murphy.

Murphy backhanded it off the right wing boards.

To the net area, Jágr backhands to keep the play alive.

- [HOSTAGE 1] No, don't! - [HOSTAGE 2] No, don't do it!

This place is ready to explode.

[BREATH TREMBLING]

[PAUL] The last seconds of play.

- [PHONE RINGING] - Don't!

You just killed two useful members of society.

No! It's being done!

[MIKE] Time's ticking down here.

Maybe you'll do better in the third period.

They're moving some.

They're way behind.

I said one-third at the end of the first period,

one-third at the end of the second period.

I don't see anything even close to that.

[HORN BLARING]

- No! - No!

[ALL SCREAM]

[MAN ON PA] Second period shots on goal, Chicago, seven, Pittsburgh...

The mayor has decided not to run for re-election.

Now, for my second selection,

I think...

Hmm...

No, please!

They're moving more.

[CHUCKLING] But it's not that much.

Listen to me, God damn it! You're getting it!

Kids, don't try this at home.

[SCREAMING]

- [DISTANT EXPLOSION] - [GASPS]

[PANTING]

[SIGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-Yeah -I have a message for the board.

You haven't heard, a guy named Bell who invented the phone?

Hey, come on, it's been dead all day.

Which one controls the billboard?

I can't let you do that. I can't let you...

I'm having a real bad day.

[INDISTINCT MESSAGE ON RADIO]

You're assuming his detonators are radio-controlled,

we could get someone inside with equipment to jam all frequencies.

Damn!

- C-4. I hope he's wrong. - Not likely.

Arson investigator, lots of commendations.

The problem is...

Is what, sir?

He was taken off-line. He's a head case.

Shit.

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

[MIKE] And here we go, final period of the Stanley Cup finals!

And the Chicago Blackhawks control the opening face-off.

They'll work it up into Pittsburgh territory,

putting pressure on the Penguins early.

[AGENT 1] Sir, I have strong reservations about you going alone.

[HALLMARK] You've got a bloody nose.

There's no way to deploy any number of men and get close.

Nobody else under my authority is coming out there dead.

[AGENT 1] How are you gonna get from here to there, sir?

Walk! One solitary man shouldn't trigger a deadly response.

If it does, tell my ex-wife her gravy train went off the tracks.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[GRUNTING]

This is the most powerful plastic explosive in the world.

- Don't be too quick to pull the trigger. - Save it.

I placed some of that stuff.

No detonator, no "ka-boom."

Everybody's an expert.

- Bye-bye. - [GRUNTS]

[SCREAMING]

Buh-bye.

[GUN COCKING]

This is the most powerful plastic explosive in the world.

[BODY THUDS]

Do you believe me about the explosives?

Afraid not.

You're McCord. I'm Hallmark.

Have any ID?

I didn't kill you.

[GRUNTS]

That's for doing your job half-assed,

and putting my daughter's life in danger.

And the Vice President's.

How'd you happen to come down here?

I saw these two and I followed them.

Part of my job is recognizing who's out of place and who isn't.

They didn't seem interested in hockey.

- How'd you kill that guy? - Magic.

I think there's more setups just like this.

You know where they are?

I made some educated guesses.

These are the points I'd pop if I wanted to bring this place down.

Looks like you marked 15 or 20.

And I'm just hitting the places that would cause

- the most structural damage. - Third period started.

We've got less than 20 minutes, and we're guessing.

Let's hope I know what I'm doing.

Oh, listen. My son is here, too.

If I can't get back to him, he's sitting in D-10.

- I'll be there. - Thanks.

Where are the rest of your men?

[MIKE] From the Chicago end, McEachern centers.

Belfour made the stop.

Straka with a quick shot.

Just missed the far post.

[BEEPING]

Now they're moving it.

Yeah, but where? Check the codes.

Four-hundred million to Banco Bilbao Vizcaya, Madrid.

That's one of the counter banks.

And $300 million to Banco Popular, Virgin Islands.

You know, these transfers are being tracked,

no matter what happens here, you'll never get your hands on the money.

Not all of it. The money will be transferred again to 12 more banks.

I have arrangements with the presidents of two.

So once it's transferred,

it's transferred again and again, all in a matter of minutes.

With each stop, cash is siphoned and rerouted,

some converted to foreign currency,

some to negotiable instruments.

Thanks to the incredibly vast and complicated world of banking

that our CIA uses to such advantage,

about $500 million will be lost, absorbed by the system.

And the other $1,200,000,000 is just a diversion.

I only wanted enough to pay off my American Express.

You wouldn't be so generous with all that information

if you weren't planning to kill everyone here.

I wonder who gets the Cup if I blow up the building

before the game is over.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

Not on the phone. You know they've got the frequency by now.

- Don't go away. - [BENDER SCOFFS]

[MIKE] Taken away, and McEachern hustling down the right side.

Coming to the Chicago end.

Moves in towards the net. A backhand shot, off target though.

McCord's disarming your bombs.

- Is he guessing? - He's a pretty good guesser.

- Is he alone? - Yeah.

Why didn't you kill him?

'Cause two of your goons started firing at us. He ran off.

It was all I could do to keep from getting my own ass shot off.

I want him.

I would've had him if you had a little more control over your men.

The only problem my men had

is they didn't hit what they were shooting at.

Look, I was there, too.

Nice.

I got the next best thing to the fireman.

He's got a little boy here in the arena.

I know where he's sitting.

Bring him to me.

[SCOFFS] I always wanted a son.

- [MIKE] Greg Smyth against Robitaille. - [GOALIE GRUNTS]

Quick shot, save made! Rebound. Where's the puck?

Bounces free. Hawgood trying to tee it up. And stopped by Tolliver.

Tyler?

Yeah?

Pretty exciting game, huh?

How come you know my name?

Your dad and I are friends. He asked me to come and get you.

He and your sister got invited to sit in the owner's box,

way up there.

Come on, they got big soft chairs and plenty to eat.

My dad told me to stay here, even if the building fell down.

[LAUGHS]

Well, if it did come down, up there is where you'd wanna be.

Come on.

I'm gonna stay here.

I'm gonna be embarrassed going back without you.

[EXHALES SHARPLY] Do you know my mom?

No, but your dad's invited me over for dinner tomorrow night.

My mom and dad don't live together.

He didn't mention that.

He just said bring you upstairs.

Now, don't you think you should do what you're told?

I am.

Look, I need you to come with me. I'm with the Secret Service.

Come with me now.

Come on! Down in front!

I'll scream.

I told you, I'm with the Secret Service.

And I'm a little kid.

Hey, fella, I didn't pay to watch you!

Down in front!

[MIKE] Steve Smith finds the lane. He'll skate ahead.

Coming to the Penguin line.

- How many did you get? - [SIGHS IN RELIEF]

Four, so far.

- Is that all? - Christ, I'm just one guy.

How many did you get?

Just one.

You are all alone, aren't you?

[GUN COCKING]

You must be real proud.

I'm gonna be real rich.

Now, very slowly, I mean very slowly,

pull your hands out of your pockets.

What are you gonna do, drown me?

No.

[SCREAMING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[PANTING]

[SCREAMS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[BEEPS]

[PHONE RINGS]

- Yeah? - [DARREN] Hallmark's dead.

Who's this?

Tom Castillo, Secret Service.

Tom Castillo.

How you doing, Tom?

I hope you were gentle with Hallmark.

How many hostages

besides the Vice President, are still alive?

Oh, now, that's a personal question, Tom.

Ever been involved in an AOP, Tom?

I didn't call for conversation.

How many are still alive?

Tom, you'd probably think I was lying,

no matter what I told you, so...

I'm gonna let you talk to a little friend of mine. [CHUCKLES]

Hello?

- Hello? - Emily.

[SPEAKING SOFTLY] Don't let him know it's me.

I'll get you out. I'll take you home, I promise.

Look around and tell me how many people are there.

Twelve.

Well, now, wasn't that sweet?

She included me, Tom.

Now, you tell me what an AOP is,

or I'm gonna shoot this cute little pumpkin.

Listen to me. Listen good.

If you touch her, you look at her cross-eyed, you lose.

[LAUGHING] How do you figure that, fireman?

Okay, here's the game and here are the rules.

You've got hostages, and you've got your bombs,

so you can get your money.

I'm gonna try to stop you, but I don't want anyone to get hurt.

You stop me, you win.

I get your bombs, I win.

That's the game we're gonna play, you piece of shit.

Now, if you touch her, the game's off.

Then I'll come after you.

You'll have to kill me in front of everybody in this arena.

There will be panic.

The Secret Service, SWAT, the fucking navy will have to come in here.

Then you don't get your money. You lose, pal.

Well, that's not bad for a civil servant. Oh, by the way,

in the Secret Service, AOP is "assault on principle."

In this case, our esteemed Vice President.

I don't give a shit.

Ooh, now, Tom, come on.

If we're gonna play, you got to play nice.

So you go run your little ass off.

I know where the bombs are, so I know where you're going.

Then come and get me.

Would you like a glass of wine or a cigarette?

It's customary to offer these minor vices to someone before they die.

I'm not afraid of you.

Oh, sure you are. I'm the scariest person you've ever seen.

You're the meanest.

Am I, now? How do you suppose I got that way?

Maybe when you were born you had something wrong with your brain.

Don't you know any little boys like me?

If there were any at my school, they'd get expelled.

Oh, I can assure you there are one or two.

I'm gonna kill your daddy.

What do you think about that?

He promised he'd take me home.

He always does what he says.

So do I.

[STAMP CLICKS]

[LAUGHS]

[MIKE] We're in the third period of this dramatic game.

The Penguins on the rush. And Tamer brings it in.

[INDISTINCT] He puts it in!

Ron Francis!

Oh, buy Sam a drink and get his dog one, too!

[MIKE] Chicago desperately trying to get back into this game.

And Sutter cuts in around the net, fires and scores!

Chicago does get the third goal!

[PAUL] I tell you, Mike, I don't think

Tolliver looks like himself right now.

I guess we shouldn't be surprised.

He had a 104-degree temperature earlier today.

Right now, he looks like he's struggling in that goal for the Penguin.

Yo, Ref.

Right now, he's calling for the referee.

Looks like he might wanna go to the bench.

[MIKE] Tolliver is gonna head that way.

Backup for the Penguins is Ken Wregget.

What's the matter?

Coach, I really feel like shit.

I don't think I can go.

Go to the locker room. Wregget!

- Get in there. - [PLAYER] Let's go, Kenny.

[MAN ON PA] Now in goal for Pittsburgh, Number 31, Ken Wregget...

[PHONE RINGS]

Hey, fireman, where are you? You don't call, you don't write.

I'm not far away.

- How many have you found? - How many what?

I could detonate all ten right now.

Go ahead. Then you lose.

[BANGING]

Nervous stomach, fireman?

He's at number seven. Get somebody there.

[CROWD SHOUTING] Charge!

[MIKE] Roberts cannot get it out. Chelios in deep.

A shot off the stick!

Section B. Now.

[SPECTATOR SHOUTS]

[GRUNTS]

[MIKE] Chelios guns it ahead to center, Bernie Nicholls.

Here he comes! Look out!

He shoots and scores!

Bernie Nicholls carried it into the Penguins inn,

coming right down the slot.

He wrapped a heavy slap shot.

[MIKE] An old-fashioned shoot-out here at the Stanley Cup competition...

[MAN BREATHING HEAVILY]

[MIKE CONTINUES COMMENTARY INDISTINCTLY]

[MIKE] Leroux shakes his stick because he wanted that puck right there.

Mike, they're making some noise down here in the corner,

and I'm not really sure why.

I don't believe this. Brad Tolliver is actually

coming back into the game, right now.

[MIKE] This is unbelievable. This is a guy that once

finished a game with a broken ankle.

Takes a lot of guts to come back in at this point with Chicago leading 4-3.

They're on the verge of winning their first Stanley Cup since 1960.

Now he's just sitting on the bench.

Feeling better?

Then get the fuck in there.

[MIKE] And here he comes.

[MAN ON PA] Now back in goal for Pittsburgh,

Number 35, Brad Tolliver, replacing Number 31, Ken Wregget.

[PAUL] This is amazing. I don't know what he did

when he went to the locker room, if he just recharged his battery or what.

But this is the guy who was really sick,

and he's gonna go back in and try to finish the game.

I wonder if he can he can make the big saves to keep

the Penguins from within striking distance.

One thing we do know, he's got all summer long to get better.

There's Tolliver, with the crowd here at the Civic Arena,

literally crazy on their feet.

Penguins looking for a lift here

to try and get back into this game.

Here we go! Chicago will control

- the face-off, they'll dump it quickly... - Stay down there.

- ...towards the Penguin end. - [DARREN] Stay down there.

Oh, Christ.

...and they drive it back into Pittsburgh territory.

And Chicago took the puck...

sweeps in, they're trying to get some Hawks

and get the puck back, and they will do just that

as they scramble now and deliver up the right side.

[PAUL] The Hawks are still on the offense

and Tolliver's not challenging the shooters at all.

[MIKE] He hasn't challenged much all night.

Oh, shit.

Move out!

Move out! God damn it, move out!

[MIKE] He's gonna come out. He'll challenge.

- [GRUNTS] - Tolliver hits his head on the ice,

and he's hurt, but play continues. The puck gets free.

- The Penguins have command of it. - [GROANS]

[GRUNTING]

And the Penguins still trail by only one.

Tolliver hit his head on the ice.

He hit so hard that his kids will be born dizzy.

[PAUL] This is Chicago on the attack...

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTS]

[MIKE] Oh, what a save by Brad Tolliver!

That has to be the save of the year!

And he ought to get five-to-ten for robbing the Hawks on that

to keep the Penguins within a goal.

[MIKE] What's amazing to me, Paul, the fact that he's been sick.

He didn't challenge much in this game tonight.

Now all of a sudden, he comes up with the save of the year.

No question about it, that is his biggest save ever...

[PAUL] Now Tolliver makes a little move out, in front of the net.

- What's he doing? - [DUBINSKY GRUNTS]

He just slammed Dubinsky!

Tolliver, what the fuck are you doing?

He gave him a right cross and knocked him down.

He's gonna get a game misconduct and a fine.

He's put his team shorthanded.

The Penguins now, are really in the hole.

I don't believe this.

[PAUL] This has been a strange night for Tolliver.

I don't know what he's up to, Mike.

Tolliver, that's a $1,000 fine!

Get out of there!

Who the hell are you?

What the hell...

[GROANS]

[PAUL] Ysebaert on the rebound. He'll turn and shoot.

Less than three minutes to go.

[MIKE] He'll have to find the puck. And he does.

...Off with the puck he goes!

Penguins center. Nobody around.

Chicago has it back again with two minutes to go in third-period action.

On the move. The Blackhawks stopped by the Penguins' line...

[COMMENTARY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

[PAUL] The Penguins, right now, desperately trying to get back and tie.

And the Chicago Blackhawks hold on to a 4-3 lead.

Penguins have to look for a big gun

to try and topple Chicago again.

Just moments away, they're gonna pack up

the Stanley Cup and take it to Chicago.

[COMMENTARY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

- Intercepted by Chicago! - [PLAYERS GRUNT]

Big check on John Cullen of the Penguins and the play continues...

[PAUL] Jágr going for the net, Naslund shoots,

and he's stopped by Belfour...

One minute and 35 seconds to go, here in the third period.

That's all that remains for Chicago to win the Stanley Cup.

[GUN CLICKING]

The Penguins need to rally now to get back and tie the game.

Penguins reach in the corner.

Drop it.

[GUN CLICKS]

[GRUNTING]

[MIKE] Larmer drilling right for the goal! Nice stop!

He gave more moves than Mae West on that one!

[MAN ON PA] One minute remaining in the third period.

[MIKE] ...And the Penguins trailing by a goal...

Chicago still putting pressure on.

[GROANS]

Just 40 seconds remaining now.

- [GRUNTING] - [SCREAMS]

The Penguins need a goal desperately.

Remember, they're short-handed.

Thirty seconds left. Chicago's looking for the parade down Michigan Avenue.

They feel they've got the Stanley Cup this year.

[GROANING]

[SCREAMS]

[PAUL] Time again, ticking down. The Penguins running out of it.

[MIKE] Penguins right now, going back with every possible thing they have.

Can the Chicago Blackhawks take it away?

They'll drive it to center with 14 seconds to go.

The Penguins don't have much time!

Now, the puck's run by Francis, ahead to Robitaille.

- Not much time to go. Luc Robitaille... - [BEEPING RAPIDLY]

- We've got eight seconds left! - [SCREAMS]

Seconds to go...

[HORN BLARING]

Stop the press! Stop the press!

The Penguins have tied the game.

We're going to sudden death overtime!

You would have to be here to believe it!

Lucky Luc has scored for the Penguins with under a second to go!

I don't believe it!

[FANS CHEERING]

[PAUL] This series has been incredible!

Lucky Luc has done it again for the Penguins!

Sudden death?

Sudden death.

[MIKE] Paul, the Penguins just would not give up, despite the odds.

Belfour tried everything in his power to stop them.

The Penguins are absolutely out of their minds.

The Penguins have forced sudden death overtime.

It'll mean the team that scores first in the next period

will win the Stanley Cup!

[MAN ON PA] Pittsburgh goal, his 14th in the play-offs, scored by...

Life's just a shitbox of ironies, huh?

We still got money to move. I hope it's not mine.

Everybody's got a little more time.

I'd hate to see them waste it. [CHUCKLES]

Wouldn't you?

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[GRUNTING]

[PAUL] You can throw away all the clocks, Mike,

because the next goal is going to win the Stanley Cup.

That's what sudden death is all about.

[MIKE] Penguins control the draw, drop it into the Chicago end.

Jágr will carry it in right behind...

[PANTING]

[WIND HOWLING]

[PAUL] Both net-minders coming up tough here.

McEachern has it again... [CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

[GRUNTS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[SCREAMING]

[PAUL] Breaking quickly. Got a man! Move!

Bang! I'm immortal.

[GUNS SHOOTING ON VIDEO GAME]

[RUMBLING]

[CROWD CHEERING INTENSIFIES]

[GRUNTS, SCREAMS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[DARREN SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

[SCREAMING]

[CROWD EXCLAIMS]

[GRUNTING]

Jágr will carry it in, right behind the net but he's chucked off the biscuit.

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMING]

Holy shit!

[CROWD SHOUTING]

[BREATH TREMBLING]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[SCREAMS]

- [CROWD EXCLAIMS] - [GRUNTS]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[GRUNTS]

[ALL CLAMORING]

[GROANING]

[EMILY] Daddy!

Daddy!

[ALL CLAMORING]

[FOSS] How many did you find, fireman?

[ALL SCREAMING]

I didn't move, Dad. I didn't move.

Not even when things blew up.

[SOBBING] I didn't move.

I'm sorry.

You're McCord, right?

I'm Agent Saccio.

Better off not moving until this settles down.

Look, the Vice President wants very much to meet you.

He's very grateful.

Daddy. Daddy, that's the man.

That's the man, Daddy. That's him.

Daddy!

Stay with him.

[DARREN] Emily!

[EMILY] Daddy!

[WHIMPERING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[EMILY SCREAMS]

[EMILY SCREAMING]

No!

[SCREAMS]

Daddy!

Daddy!

[GRUNTS]

[BOTH STRAINING]

[GRUNTS]

[EMILY WHIMPERING]

[LAUGHS]

I'm not gonna kill you! I'd rather you spent the rest of your life

remembering you couldn't save your little girl.

Daddy!

- [GRUNTS] - [GROANS]

[LAUGHS]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[SCREAMS, GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMING]

[SNIFFLES]

[EXHALING SHARPLY]

[INDISTINCT MESSAGES ON RADIO]

You should've seen my dad.

[EMILY] My daddy's a fireman.