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[dramatic music playing]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[soldiers clamoring]

[Michelle] Deep breath. There we go. Take a deep breath.

There we go, there we go. Okay.

-Okay. -[patient groaning]

-[Michelle] Good, very good. -[metal clanks]

I'm gonna need one last piece, one last piece.

Okay, great.

[man] Dr. Miller, we're going to need your help.

We've got a dozen wounded, Captain.

Apply pressure right here.

You're doing well. You're okay, hang in there.

-[patient groans] -Help me turn him over, please.

Help me turn him over. Nice and easy.

Oh, my God.

Jeff.

Oh, my God, honey.

Oh, what happened?

Michelle…

-They put a bomb on me. -[device beeping]

Oh, my God. Everybody, clear out! There's a bomb!

-[nurse] Go, go, go! -Clear out, clear out!

Michelle, you need to get out.

I can fix this, I can fix this.

Um. Blue to ignite, red--

Honey, please, go.

Somebody's got to be there for Bobby.

No, no, I am not leaving you.

-I love you. -[rapid beeping]

[Michelle] No! No! No!

[flames roaring]

[music turns heroic]

[heroic music concludes]

[birds chirping]

-[Michelle] It's okay. You got it. -[intense music playing]

It's arterial!

Gotta bypass the tourniquet!

We need a clamp!

-Doc… Please… -We need a clamp!

-[patient groans] Doc! -Shit, dropped it.

Hang in there. Hang in there.

It hurts!

-Fuck! Fuck! -I know.

-Almost there, almost there. -[heart monitor beating rapidly]

Push 50 milligrams of midazolam right now.

Quickly! Quick.

BP is dropping, Doctor.

I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die.

You're not going anywhere. Lower his head.

You're not going anywhere, okay? Hang in, hang in.

You're okay. Hang in there.

-Okay, okay. -[intense music concludes]

-He's stabilizing. -[beeping steadies]

There you go.

-There you go. -[soft music playing]

[weakly] Thank you.

Thank you.

[soft music concludes]

Hey, Frank. How you doing, man?

Hey, Doc, you're in early.

Yeah, giving my favorite doctor the night off.

Hey.

Hey.

[Terrence grunts]

Just beating myself up over here.

I've been told you saved his life.

I dropped the clamp, like, what?

Hey, it takes guts to bypass a tourniquet.

I don't know of any other doctor that would have done that.

Afghan Combat Training 101.

"Think outside the box because ISIS thinks outside everything."

[Terrence] Mm-hmm.

But you have always had ice in your veins.

I suppose that's what cools that big heart of yours.

[chuckles]

That patient was lucky to have you.

You're going to be fine.

You were the best doc I had over there,

and you are the best here.

I appreciate you bringing me on here.

One day at a time.

One foot in front of the other.

Nothing more than that.

All right.

-[chuckles softly] -[soft piano music playing]

[shower running]

[Michelle] Jeff! Oh, my God.

[beeping]

-Clear out! There's a bomb! Clear out! -Michelle, you need to leave. Now!

Honey, please, go.

Somebody's gotta be there for Bobby.

[Michelle] I am not leaving, I am not leaving.

-[rapid beeping] -[Michelle] I am not leaving you. No! No!

[explosion]

[helicopters whirring]

[music ends abruptly]

Surprise!

Bobby, hey!

Mm.

-You ready? -Yeah, just about.

Did Granny come in with you?

Just dropped me off. Big day at the bingo hall.

Oh, really?

Working her magic, huh?

I have something for you.

Take a seat.

-Eyes closed. -Why?

Just 'cause.

No peeking.

-I'm not peeking. -No peeking.

Hands out.

What could it be?

[soft music playing]

-A soccer ball? -Ah, man! How could you tell?

I don't know, how could I?

Yes!

But it's not my birthday until tomorrow.

I know, but…

I figured we'd go downtown,

grab some dinner,

and by the time we get home, it might as well be.

[Bobby] Why?

Are we going somewhere after dinner?

Look inside the scarf.

No way! Tickets for tonight?

Mm-hmm.

-[Bobby] I love you. Thanks! -[chuckles]

All right. I'm gonna fill out a quick report.

I need you to hang in the waiting area. I'll walk you out and get you settled.

Mom, I'm basically an adult.

I think I know where the waiting room is.

You're right, you are.

-All right, I'll be right there. -[elevator dings]

[soft music concludes]

[siren wailing]

[McBride] Special Agent McBride, this is Agent Ellis.

-You are Ryan Ethan Quinn. -[dramatic music playing]

Born 1991, Limerick, Ireland.

Immigrated to these United States

with charming brother Sean James Quinn

and the Big Shillelagh himself,

Patrick "Big Boy" Quinn,

patriarch of this whole sordid mess that is the Quinn Gang Brotherhood.

Quinn family, suspected of seven counts of homicide,

twelve counts of armed robbery,

a list of jury tampering,

trafficking, extortion charges,

tax evasion.

Guess you're the unlucky one to get caught.

Caught?

Or targeted as a way to get to my father?

Ryan,

we know you love your father,

you've made that abundantly clear,

but this family's going down, whether you like it or not.

Now, if you help us provide evidence against his business,

we could cut a sweet deal for you and for your brother, Sean,

and for your father.

Now, you've tried this sort of thing before,

this… bargain,

but it didn't work then, it's not working now.

My father runs a clean operation.

Now, I suggest you give me that phone call,

so I can call my fancy lawyer friends.

[McBride] You don't fool me, Quinn.

Rumor has it

that "Big Daddy Paddy"

has picked you and you alone to run the enterprise,

bypassing

your big brother, Sean.

Not to mention the fact that we've leaked how cooperative you're being with us.

That's bollocks.

-You think Sean will believe that? -Huh.

You're fucking daft.

I guess we'll see.

Let's take him to the Terminal building.

[tense music playing]

[Ellis] Watch your step.

[phone rings]

Johnno. What's the craic?

Jesus fucking Christ. Fucking shit.

All right.

Sean. It's Johnno.

Johnno, what's the story?

Sean, the Feds grabbed Ryan.

They're moving him now.

Fuck.

Maybe this is our opportunity.

[McBride] Watch your head.

-Are you tooled up? -[Johnno] Yeah.

[Sean] You stay with him, you keep your eye on him, yeah?

All right, good luck.

[engine revs]

What's going on?

-The FBI have Ryan. -[Danny] Christ.

-Do you wanna call your dad? -No, I don't want to call my fucking dad.

Hey, lads,

we have to go.

Come on, Danny.

Come on, move it, for fuck's sake.

[tense music playing]

It's not your first time in cuffs, Quinn, relax.

Fuck you.

I'm just behind them.

We're coming up right behind you.

Get ready to move in, cut them off.

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[McBride] What's he doing?

Now.

Veer left, go left! Watch the fence, watch the fence!

[McBride] This is for you, you fucking asshole.

Cut them off.

[Ellis] Jesus, got to be the Quinn Gang.

Jesus, fuck.

[gunfire]

It's a fucking ambush!

We got bulletproof glass. It's okay, it's okay.

Stay down!

Down! Down!

[gun blast]

[grunts]

McBride!

Danny, cover!

[gunshot]

Fuck you, cunt.

[gunfire]

[Ellis] This is the FBI! Drop your weapon!

[gunshot]

[Ellis] Fuck off! Drop your weapon! Get down!

-[shouting, indistinct] -[ominous music playing]

[shouting, indistinct]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[Ryan] Sean…

-[gunfire] -[tense music playing]

[indistinct shouting]

Hang on, buddy!

[tires screeching]

[gunfire]

[Johnno] Shit!

Fucking move. Johnno, Danny, come on, let's go!

[Ellis] Where's my phone? Wow.

Get me directions to the nearest hospital.

[satnav] Calculating. Mercy Hospital. Please proceed to the route.

[tense music concludes]

Is that the birthday boy I see?

Not yet. Think fast!

[Terrence chuckles]

Rumor has it, you made the under-12 team.

I've been practicing.

Hey, you two.

Well, the hardest worker I know

finally taking a night off.

-And for a soccer game. -It's "football".

[Terrence] A purist, I see.

Thanks again for tonight.

-I owe you one. -Not at all.

Happy to cover.

You all ready?

Okay. Gotta sign out and we're good to go.

-Okay. -All right.

[Terrence] Come on, let's-- Whoa!

Ha! Got ya!

-[siren wailing] -[tense music playing]

[Ellis] Help. Medics!

-FBI. We just got ambushed. -[indistinct shouting]

My partner is shot and so is our witness.

[paramedic] Careful. Easy. Got him.

[paramedic 2] Got him.

[Ellis] Here, let me get the cuffs off him. Here you go.

[paramedic] One, two, three. Go, go, go!

[paramedic] Go, go, go, go, go. IV is Ready!

Get them inside.

Coming through, coming through!

Holy shit.

[indistinct clamor]

-Bobby, come here, please. -What now?

[Terrence] You guys, go. I've got this. Call Nurse Riley, please.

What happened?

I don't know, buddy.

Maybe you should go help. We're still early.

We made birthday plans.

What if they need you?

[soft music playing]

Kindest heart I know, you know that?

Just like your dad.

Can I go play in the tunnels?

No. I need you to stay right here.

I won't be long. Copy?

-Copy. -Okay.

[music grows ominous, concludes]

[birds chirping]

[indistinct chatter]

Luck of the Irish.

[Paddy] No luck in it at all, gentlemen.

It's just a magnificent talent that the Lord blessed me with. [laughs]

[Mick] Three in a row, Paddy.

Gettin' dangerous.

-That was a hell of a shot, wasn't it? -[Mick] It was.

Oh, now,

that, I can have a little of that, eh?

Water of life.

Yeah, the water of life.

[dog whines]

Mm, Jonesy.

Jonesy, I know what you want. Here, look.

Here, there, look at this.

Here, here, here.

Jonesy, oh, you're an alcoholic doggy, Jonesy?

You're an alcoholic, but I love ya.

[laughs]

[phone rings]

[fussing]

[phone continues ringing]

-Sean. -[Sean] Dad.

Dad?

You only call me "Dad" when you're in trouble, Son.

-You're not in trouble, are ya? -[Sean] We have a problem.

Oh?

-The FBI took Ryan into custody. -[ominous music playing]

They have all his files,

everything on the business.

Christ.

[Sean] We tried to get him out. Things got messy.

Dad…

Ryan got shot.

What are you fucking saying to me?

Sean?

Tell me Ryan is alive.

He is.

[Paddy] He better be.

Where'd they take him?

They've taken him to the Mercy.

Don't make another move

until I get there.

-[tense music playing] -[Terrence] How many bullets?

One in the neck. Ruptured an artery from what I can see.

[nurse] Second patient has one in the left hip

and one in the stomach.

Wound is fairly large.

Okay, they're both bleeding out.

What are you doing here? You got a game to catch.

You're understaffed.

And I took orders from Bobby.

-Runs in the family, I see. -[chuckles]

All right, everyone, let's prep OR 1.

Let's get busy.

[nurse sighs] He's stable.

[Terrence] Okay, good.

[Michelle] I think I got the last bullet.

[Terrence] What's his pressure?

[nurse] 130 over 80.

-[Michelle] Come on, come on, come on. -[Terrence] Easy does it.

[equipment beeping]

-[Michelle] There you go. -[Terrence] What is that?

[Michelle] It might be an exploding bullet.

Be careful.

Okay.

-[explosion] -[shouting]

-[nurse] Is everyone okay? -[nurse 2] I'm okay.

[exhales] Yes, sir, ambushed. That was the Quinn Gang.

They had to have known we were coming. It was a complete shit show.

Yeah, 1100, sir. Approximately. Under the Southbound overpass.

I'm… I'm pretty sure our driver took a fatal hit.

Yep, okay, will do.

All right.

Excuse me.

Yeah, I'm Special Agent Ellis, FBI.

Are you with the ER team?

I'm Dr. Miller, yes.

Hi. I'm the one

that brought in a couple of gunshot victims.

Agent McBride, he's the one with the gray hair. How's he doing?

He's stable now.

Took a shot to the anterior jugular.

Wow. I mean, he's going to be all right, though, right?

-Yes. -Okay, good.

Oh, and what about our asset, Ryan Quinn?

Asset, huh?

Hit pretty bad.

Including an exploding bullet wedged in his lower rib cage.

Exploded in our ER.

Exploding…?

Jesus.

You wanna tell me what we're dealing with?

I'm sorry, Doc, it's not--

It's not something I can talk about.

It's a small hospital, Agent Ellis,

we're not really equipped to deal with illegal ammunition.

[Ellis] Look, I'm sorry, Doc.

It's-- It's above my clearance level to, you know, to--

You're a by-the-book kinda guy, huh?

I know the type.

The type? What's that supposed to mean?

I know a rookie when I see one.

Word of advice.

Keep your head up.

Clearance levels don't stop bullets.

[ominous music playing]

[Johnno] Oh, fuck.

-What are you gonna tell him? -Not gonna say anything.

Ryan was shot in the cross fire. It was an accident.

All right, Mick.

You should have come to me, Son.

You should have come to me as soon as Ryan was taken, and you didn't, did ya?

I know, it's my fault.

You know how many times I've had to clean up your mess?

My dog's shites are less numerous.

Put that weapon away! Put that weapon away!

What do you think this is, Chicago 1920s?

You're making a spectacle of yourself.

I never liked hospitals.

Too many people die in them. Let's go.

-You stay here. -What are you gonna do?

I'm going to see your brother.

The rest of ya,

do nothing.

Do nothing…

until I assess the situation.

-Your father means well. -Yeah, I'm sure he does, yeah.

Hey, you, Billy the Kid.

-Do you want a box in the fucking mouth? -Give me a fucking break.

I'll give you a fucking break, I'll break your fucking legs.

[tense music playing]

[keyboard keys clacking]

[ominous music concludes]

[Paddy] Excuse me, sweetheart.

I'm looking for Ryan Quinn's room.

-[keyboard keys clacking] -[indistinct announcement over PA]

[receptionist] Ryan Quinn.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. That's been flagged as a private ward.

-No visitors. -[Paddy] No visitors?

Well…

I'm not a visitor,

I'm his fucking father.

[ominous music playing]

Okay.

I'm sorry, Mr. Quinn.

There's a waiting room around the corner

-and you're welcome to sit there. -Oh, there's a waiting room.

Yeah. I'm sure one of the trauma doctors will be out soon.

Thank you, around the corner.

Thank you.

Cunt.

Hey.

Think fast, son.

Whoa-ho!

Another five years,

I'll have to pay good money just to watch ya.

Thanks.

Should I take a quiet look around now?

No, stay. Stay close. For now.

[patient coughing]

You don't think he's alive, do ya?

No way he survived.

We shot right at him.

[Sean] Fucking explosives didn't work anyway.

You know, I think Ryan was put on this Earth

just to fucking torment me.

[coughs]

[ominous music continues]

See you tomorrow, Dr. Miller.

Okay.

[patient coughing]

[Michelle] Excuse me.

Have you seen a little boy around about 11 years old?

He's got a soccer ball with him?

I think you might find him

dribbling his ball down at the end of this hallway.

Thank you.

You're a doctor, huh?

[Michelle] I'm actually off-duty, sir.

Well, perhaps you can help me, I can't seem to get any answers.

I'm looking for my son, Ryan Quinn.

Your son?

You're a very lucky man, Mr. Quinn.

We pulled two bullets out of your boy.

Two bullets? Is he…

He's heavily sedated at the moment,

but there doesn't seem to be any permanent damage

-from what we can tell. -[Paddy] Oh.

That's wonderful news.

You're an angel from God. Can you take me to him?

You'll have to clear that with the authorities, sir.

Authorities?

What happened?

I'll make sure Dr. Terrence comes to speak with you.

Appreciate it.

[elevator dings]

[ominous music concludes]

[Michelle] There you are.

I thought I asked you to stay in the waiting area?

[Bobby] Sorry, I got bored.

Are you ready for…

the biggest hotdog money can buy?

And ice-cream?

Anything for my birthday boy.

Let's go.

That's some pretty nice kicks you got.

-[Bobby] Thanks. -[Michelle] Yeah.

Oi.

We got company.

[clears throat]

Afternoon, fellas.

-All right. How's it going? -[Frank] Good, good.

-Y'all waiting for somebody? -Yeah, shouldn't be too long.

All right. You still gotta pay for a parking pass, though.

You a traffic cop?

Hey, Johnny, cop on.

Sorry, never mind him. He's just-- He's a bit nervous.

His girlfriend's having her first baby, you know how it is.

Right. [chuckles]

Well, you still gotta pay for parking.

Not a bother.

Take care. Okay.

I don't like him checking us out like that.

Neither do I.

Come on,

let's make a move.

[ominous music playing]

We have some real sleazy types out in the lot.

I'm gonna call their plate in to my guy.

Always playing detective, huh, Frank?

-Well, you know my hunches, right? -[chuckles]

-[cocks gun] -Hey, you.

Put the phone down, get up against the wall.

-Johnno. -Drop it, fucker.

-[Frank] Okay. -[Johnno] I said, drop it!

-[Frank] Okay, okay. -[Sean] Paddy?

[tense music playing]

Don't fucking push it.

-[gunshot] -[screaming]

Oh, my God.

[clamoring]

Christ.

[screaming]

Come on.

-[man] Call the police. -[screaming]

What the fuck are you morons doing?

She was about to push the panic button, Paddy.

[panting]

What part of "do nothing" didn't you understand?

All right,

move all these people to the waiting area.

Lock it down.

You, guard the entrance. No one in or out.

You, make sure the back is secure.

Get that dead woman out of there and clean up that blood.

You, come with me.

[Liam] Come on! Round them up.

-[Danny] Paddy, please… -Fucking eejit.

[Liam] You heard him, fucking move!

Oi, what the fuck you looking at?

[grunts]

[thud]

-Where are we going? -Somewhere safe. Come on.

Come in here. Come in here.

All right, I need you to wait in here.

Mom, no.

Come on, Bobby, I need you to be brave now, okay?

-This is the safest spot. -In there?

Come on, honey, you've been brave before.

Do you remember when we were camping and I was scared of that snake?

You wound up the biggest, hardest kick,

you didn't even bat an eye before kicking it away.

Do you remember that?

Mom, I heard a gunshot. I know what they sound like.

Listen,

your mom's been doing this a long time.

I am not going to let anything happen to you.

Stay in here, stay quiet,

and we'll get out of this together.

Dad'll watch over you.

That's my man.

Stay quiet.

I won't be long, okay?

Love you.

I love you, too.

[Danny] Please, please, it was an accident.

-I didn't mean to. Please, please. -Shut the fuck up.

-[Danny] Paddy, please… -Shut the fuck…

Liam.

Grab him.

I don't know what ears are for

if you don't use them.

You want to play with your gun?

Here's the consequence.

[screaming]

[flesh tearing]

Ah, fuck!

Next time,

use the other ear to listen.

Or I'll cut that one off, too!

You hear me now?

[Danny whimpering]

[Danny panting]

Good man, Paddy.

[Liam] Stand up. Stand up, come on!

-[screaming] -Come here, sit. Here, sit.

Sit. Here, have a seat. Sit down.

-[Danny sobbing] -[Liam] Over here.

Clean him up. You, clean him up.

-Clean him up. -[tense music concludes]

Quickly.

Good afternoon, folks.

Don't mind him.

Now, I'm going to speak very slowly and clearly for everyone,

because people say sometimes

that it might be hard to understand me with my Irish accent.

So, listen up carefully,

so there's no misunderstandings.

And no one gets hurt, see?

Now, can anyone please tell me

where my son, Ryan Quinn, is being kept?

You tell me, we will get him, and be on our merry way.

-Simple as that. -[ominous music playing]

Anyone?

I can.

I worked on him.

I know where he is.

[Paddy] Stand up.

Thank you, thank you, kind sir.

You must be a father, huh?

Speak up.

I have a daughter.

[Paddy] Beautiful. How old?

[Terrence] Almost 14.

[Paddy] Oh, a teenager.

Wonderful.

So, you understand why I need to find my son.

Yes.

I just don't want anyone unnecessarily hurt.

[Paddy] I don't want to see anyone hurt.

Take me to him.

-Sean. -Yeah.

No one move,

no one talk.

[ominous music continues]

Danny.

Christ, you okay?

-[groans] -[whimpers]

Jesus.

[tense music playing]

[equipment beeping]

[Paddy] Where is he?

He was here.

I don't see him.

[Terrence] I assure you, he was here,

with an FBI agent.

What agent?

[hesitates] Ellis.

Agent Ellis.

They all came in together.

[equipment beeping]

He's telling the truth.

How the fuck do you know?

Because I know.

Do ya?

[equipment beeping]

[beeping]

[Paddy] What ya doing?

[Sean] That's the little prick that nicked Ryan.

[continuous beep]

[Paddy] What the hell, Sean?

What did you do?

He's responsible for my little brother being in here.

You're both responsible.

Will you please stop killing people?

Fuck him.

-He was dead anyway. -[continuous beep]

[grunts]

Fuck.

You tried.

Let's go.

Liam,

the Feds moved Ryan.

Send the boys out to find him.

You got it, Paddy.

Search every floor, every fucking room.

-Search every floor, every fucking room. -[Mick] Come on, let's find Ryan.

Come on, then!

Watch the bag, lad.

Good man.

[continuous beep]

What the fuck? Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ,

they killed him.

[door squeaks]

[thudding]

For Christ's sake.

You could've gotten yourself shot.

You see anything?

[Johnno] No.

Still can't believe Paddy did that.

Oi, keep your mouth shut.

Danny's a fucking eejit.

Takes too much after Sean.

Easy.

That's my fucking cousin.

We're all family at this point.

You want to do well by Danny?

By yourself?

You fucking better listen to Paddy.

Understood?

[hushing]

Jesus, Frank.

They shot Shannon.

Oh, my God.

I gotta show you something.

[tense music playing]

Huh?

-[Michelle] Those are the hostages. Huh. -[Frank] Uh-huh.

[Michelle] Agent Ellis. Where is that?

[Frank] Third-floor storage area.

Been abandoned for decades.

Cut the feed to the monitors.

The monitors? Why?

I don't need them knowing where I am.

Okay.

[grunting]

-[screams] -[groans]

-[groans] -[screams]

Holy shit. Some doctor.

Holy shit. Some doctor.

[pants]

Skills from a past life.

-What, as Wonder Woman? -[Michelle] Tie him up.

And cut those wires.

-Yeah, I'm on it. -[tense music concludes]

[ominous music playing]

[whimpering]

Wait, wait.

Don't shoot!

A clown.

Get up.

Come with me.

Come with me.

-[Sean] Move. Move. Move. -Come on now.

Clown. You used to love clowns.

Still do.

That's why I have five of them working for me.

[Liam] Everybody's cool and calm. Good job.

All right, big ears?

-[muttering] -[whimpering]

Now, listen up.

It's been a long time since I've taken a life,

I prefer to leave it to God these days, but I am getting fucking desperate.

I need to find my son.

I need someone to come with me

who knows the ins and outs

of the architecture of this building.

Nobody?

[sirens wailing]

What the…?

-Jesus fucking wept. -[tense music playing]

[officer] Let's go! Move, move!

[indistinct clamor]

[beeps]

This is Agent Duncan Jones of the FBI.

I would like to speak to whomever is in charge here.

You, female nurse,

stand up, come with me.

Now.

Sean?

I'm going to talk to the cops, Paddy.

Unless you want to show your face.

[door opens]

[loud thud]

-The fuck? -[ominous music playing]

[sighs]

[whispering] Ellis?

Ellis, it's Dr. Miller.

Agent Ellis?

[Ellis] Psst.

In here.

[sighs]

-Ellis. -[Ellis] Yeah, in here.

What are you doing?

I had to move him, they were going to kill him.

They killed McBride.

-Yeah. -I'm sorry.

They just unplugged his life support, just ripped it right off of him.

I was fine with my desk job.

You know, they said you want action, huh?

You want to make a difference,

go into the field with an easy first assignment.

Yeah. Easy, my ass!

-Ellis… -My partner's dead!

I should have been there, I should have done something.

Agent Ellis, I need you to get it together.

I'm sorry about your partner,

but right now, they are searching for Ryan,

and they are not going to stop until they find him.

[Ryan mumbling] What-- What happened?

[Michelle] The meds are wearing off.

I'm gonna find him something. Just… stay here.

[Ryan groaning]

-Fucking move. -[whimpers]

Now, I'm going to tell you one last time,

you're going to do exactly as I tell you to do,

or I'm going to put a bullet in your fucking head.

-Okay. -[Sean] Open it.

Hey, you!

-Can you hear me? -[officer] Hold your fire!

[Sean] I want you to listen very carefully!

If any of you make a move

towards this building,

I will ice pick the spines of every fucking hostage in here!

Do you understand me?

I understand.

Nobody has to die, okay?

So let's work together here.

You just tell me what you want,

and we'll do our best to comply.

I want your men to back the fuck up!

Me and my family

want to leave here in one piece!

How we leave everyone else

is entirely up to you!

We'll be in touch.

[indistinct chatter over radio]

Sir, that's Sean Quinn.

Patrick Quinn's eldest son.

I know who the fuck that is.

Goddammit.

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music playing]

[grunts]

You think you're really fucking smart, don't you?

[Michelle grunts]

[gunfire]

[Ellis] Don't move.

Drop it. Now!

[gunshot fires]

[Mick] You come to shoot? Shoot. Don't talk.

-[gunshot fires] -[grunts]

[Michelle] Thanks for the advice.

You okay?

Yeah, it's just a graze.

[grunts, groans]

That was my da's, man. What the fuck you just do?

-[Sean on radio] Johnno, what is it? -[Johnno] I'll check it out, boss.

[Sean] Good man.

[Michelle] We gotta move.

I think I'm bleeding.

[Ryan groans]

"Cut the wires," she says. "It'll be easy," she says.

I don't know which wires to cut.

Yippee-Ki-Yay.

-[electricity crackles] -[ominous music playing]

Ah, shit.

[alarm beeping]

Danny, see what that is.

Paddy, I…

I don't feel so good.

It's an ear.

You got the rest of your body. Move it.

-[beeping] -[sirens blaring]

[officer] Go, go, go!

Move! Move!

Hey, asshole!

That's no way to start a negotiation!

We're just following protocol, Sean.

Now, help us out here.

Why don't you just let the lady go?

Fuck you

and fuck your protocol!

I have enough C4 in here to blow this whole fucking place to hell!

Do not think I will not use it!

I won't hesitate,

not for a fucking second.

[Jones] I hear you.

Now, listen to me.

No one has to die, okay?

Fuck!

Gimme an update.

Just doin' the rounds, Sean.

Still haven't seen anyone.

You all right, Danny?

[Danny] All right?

Your dad just cut my fucking ear off.

[Sean] Are you listening now?

That's what happens to little boys who don't do what they're fucking told.

Children, huh?

[whistles]

We meet again.

[chuckles] I know this looks bad, but I was just, you know…

I'll shut up.

You're gonna come with me.

I'm going to come with you.

[Frank clears throat]

What do we have here?

The Quinns have men at all the exits.

Ambulance Bay, as well.

All guarded.

[indistinct chatter over radio]

Fuck me.

[Michelle] Take a deep breath. It's going to sting. Breathe in.

Good. There you go.

Ah, fuck.

So, uh… where'd you learn to shoot like that?

Served two tours in Afghanistan.

Saw more than anyone should.

Afghanistan, huh?

Well, thank you for your service.

[Michelle] It'll freeze up in a few minutes.

You're lucky to be alive.

Yeah, tell that to my brother.

He's the one who shot me.

-Your brother? -Yeah, welcome to the Quinn family.

What, you've been an FBI agent for two weeks now

and you know all about me and my family?

[breathes heavily]

My dad wants me to take over the family business.

Sean's fucking livid.

So, he shot you?

My brother's a fucking loony.

I was never gonna take over without him.

Sean's smart.

I need him.

Yeah. Well, it's too bad,

because he's going to spend the rest of his fucking life in prison

for murdering federal agents, along with your old man,

who's been aiding and abetting his every move.

My old man has nothing to do with this.

This is Sean's mess, and if he was here--

If he was here? What the fuck do you think this is?

He's here looking for you, along with his gang of fucking henchmen.

Then you need to let me talk to him.

The only way out of this is to get me to my da.

You don't think he'll come looking for Mick?

The man she just killed?

It was self-defense. I had to shoot him. He was coming at me.

[Ryan] I know.

I saw that.

But Sean's only gonna use this against youse.

Oh, my God.

[Ellis] Listen to me carefully here.

There's no way in hell I'm letting you near them.

You understand that? There's no fucking way.

Then they will torture and kill everyone in this hospital without remorse

until they find me.

On that, I give you my word.

All right, what am I looking at?

[Cruz] Closed-circuit video feed from inside the hospital.

That's Agent Ellis.

And that's Ryan Quinn, sir.

Wait.

Who is she?

[beep]

Move. Move.

-Oi, Sean? -[Sean] Johnno.

[Johnno] Remember this prick?

Someone also took out one of Paddy's guys--

and I can't get ahold of Mick.

Well, I didn't do anything, I swear.

Stand over by the wall.

Are you a Fed?

[chuckles nervously]

I'm gonna ask you… once.

Where's my brother?

I don't know, okay, I promise.

I also found these.

Maps of the hospital.

Keep this to yourself.

[Johnno] All right, boss.

What the fuck's the plan?

Take the back stairs down to the boiler room.

If his brother's coming after him, it's the safest place to be.

Hang on to this.

What are you gonna do?

What I swore I wouldn't.

[Cruz] What you got for me, Tim?

[indistinct dialogue over radio]

Captain Michelle Miller.

E.O.D.S. before becoming a field surgeon.

-Purple Heart. Three-time Gold Star. -[heroic music playing]

[Cruz] First tour in Afghanistan, she led a team in Operation Nasrat,

winning a Silver Star.

Her second tour, she trained Afghan forces in hand-to-hand combat,

before providing countermeasures at the Bagram Air Base attack.

She was there during an insurgent attack in Kandahar,

where her husband…

late husband,

Jeffrey Miller,

an explosive ordnance disposal specialist,

was killed on his third tour of duty.

She survived the attack herself.

Jesus.

Yeah, that's her.

[Cruz] Looks like we've got some help on the inside.

[officer over radio] Ma'am, we've got activity on the roof.

Let's do everything we can to help that soldier.

Yes, sir.

[heroic music concludes]

[ominous music playing]

-[Johnno] Move. -[Sean] Sit him down there, Johnno.

[Johnno] On the fucking ground. You know how it is.

Don't fuckin' look at me…

Any sign of him, Da?

[fire alarm rings]

What the…

Fuck.

[Danny over radio] Sean.

Danny, what's the story?

[Danny] Mick's been shot.

He's dead.

There's another Fed in this building.

We have to find him

and we have to kill him.

All right?

You, go help Danny.

-Hurry. -Shut the fucking alarm off.

You heard him.

What the fuck?

[Ryan] What the fuck are you gonna do?

We don't have a choice, let's go.

[grunts] Jesus! Fuck!

[alarm continues blaring]

[Bobby] Ah!

Funny place for a lad to be hiding.

Who's this?

Time to say hello to Uncle Paddy.

[fire alarm blaring]

-[gunshot fires] -[grunts]

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[grunting]

[electricity crackling]

-[electricity crackling] -[grunts]

[power cuts out]

Shit.

Oh, dammit. Dammit.

[panting]

Fuck.

[Danny] Oi, Paddy.

Look what I found!

[Paddy] Oh, the footballer.

[chuckles] Your mother was looking for you.

Did she find you?

Let him go. Danny.

Did you find her, Son?

No, sir.

I also found these, Paddy.

You might want to take a look for yourself.

Oh, you done good, Danny.

You done good, huh?

This is a fine picture. Look at this picture.

Is that the family picture, huh?

Yes, sir.

[Paddy] That's your family picture.

And your father…

Your dad's in the military, huh?

He was.

He was.

What's he doing now?

[Paddy over P.A.] Paging Dr. Miller.

Dr. Michelle Miller.

I assume you can hear me, Dr. Miller,

or should I say Captain Miller?

Captain Miller.

Small world, isn't it?

Seems like not too long ago, we met in the waiting area,

just two parents looking for their kids.

I understand that you…

you've had a couple of impressive careers now.

It's a shame about your husband,

Lieutenant Jeffrey Miller.

Bobby tells me that he was quite the soldier.

Quite the soldier.

Now, our family isn't one for idle threats,

but I can assure you,

Captain Miller, that this can all go away.

Wouldn't you like that, Bobby?

Like we practiced.

Mom, all he wants is his son, Ryan.

Bobby, Mom's right here, okay?

Everything's going to be okay.

Your boy has nothing to worry about.

He's in good hands.

Of course, it's all contingent on how my boy is doing.

In fact,

I'd like to speak to him.

Let me hear his voice.

[Michelle] He's not here.

[Paddy] But you know where he is, don't ya?

-[Michelle] I do. -Good.

Can I assume he's alive?

He's alive. I promise you, he's alive.

Oh, that's very, very good news.

We have to go to plan B. Grab the bag.

Yeah.

[Johnno] Danny.

[Paddy] Now, I don't want this to go on

any longer than you.

So, as good parents,

let's both get our children back home safely. Wouldn't you like that?

Yes.

You bring me my boy,

and Bobby will be right back with you.

That's it.

You did good.

Fuck.

Where's Sean?

You don't need to do this, you know.

[Sean] Nothin' gonna happen to you, Doctor.

You don't have to worry.

I need someone level-headed and clear-minded

to be able to relay a message.

That's you.

♪ Drill, ye tarriers, drill ♪

♪ Drill, ye tarriers, drill ♪

I have a family.

Yeah, I know.

A daughter, yeah?

♪ And you work all day No sugar in your tay ♪

♪ Down behind the railway ♪

We all have family.

And blast. And fire.

-And blast. And fire. -[Sean] Mine. Yours.

♪ So, drill, ye tarriers, drill ♪

[both] ♪ Drill, ye tarriers, drill ♪

Come here to me.

Blast, fire…

Blast…

I just need you to relay a message, yeah?

♪ And you work all day No sugar in your tay ♪

♪ Down behind the railway ♪

What message?

[beep]

Come on.

Open it.

Don't shoot!

Hold your fire.

Hold your fire!

And blast, fire…

Dr. Miller.

I hate to interrupt your heroics,

but your friend has a message for you…

in the parking lot.

[music intensifies]

-[Jones] Are you hurt? -No, I'm okay.

But there are explosives attached to my body.

[Jones] Good God.

[Terrence] They sent me out with a message.

[Jones] What do they want?

And blast and fire…

[Terrence] They're planning to execute hostages

every 15 minutes until you allow them out.

Now, I've seen this type before.

God forgive me.

You need to act now

and get these sons of bitches before they hurt anyone else--

[screaming]

[choral music playing]

[screaming]

What was that?

What the fuck was that?

That was my brother.

[music concludes]

[Cruz] Jesus.

-[Jones] You good, Cruz? -[Cruz] Yeah, I'm good.

Enough of this shit.

The last thing we need are dozens of dead hostages.

Alert the SWAT team, get them into position now.

Yes, sir.

Motherfuckers.

Here. Take that, you.

In the name of Jesus.

What the fucking hell did you do?

Hey, what the fuck's going on with you?

[Paddy] I had a fucking agreement!

You've jeopardized every fucking thing--

She killed Mick.

What the fuck did you think, Paddy,

that she was just gonna hand Ryan back?

She's working for the Feds.

Little Seany.

Ah, fuck off. Fuck off!

What happened to you?

I favored you as a child.

I favored you and your little wild ways,

I saw myself in you.

The only fucking person you ever thought about

was Paddy "Big Boy" Quinn.

I was working for the family the only way I knew how.

I was fighting every fucking day with my hands

to provide you with a better life.

Come here, my life was fucking grand back in Limerick, thanks.

You were headed for trouble, and I saw it.

I had to pull you away from those terrorist boys.

Sean,

you coulda started over

when we come here.

-What, like Ryan? -[Paddy] Like Ryan.

Yes, like Ryan.

Well, I'm sorry, Paddy, I don't have the fucking--

-Fuck, fuck! -Come here.

I don't have the brains to become a lawyer like Ryan,

I'm sorry.

-But let me tell you something… -[Paddy] Yeah.

…your son, Ryan,

was going to see our family business

go down the fucking toilet.

And here's something else for nothing.

He was working for the Feds.

-I don't believe that. -Oh, don't ya?

Ryan's the reason we're here, Paddy.

No, son.

You're the reason we're here.

[Sean] Jesus fucking wept.

[somber music playing]

Fuck!

Fuck!

[sighs]

-[radio beeps] -Dr. Miller, did you get my message?

[Michelle, over radio] He was a good man.

Yeah, I know he was.

That's why I chose him.

But so was Mick.

[Michelle] I just wanted to protect my son.

I'm trying to protect my brother.

And I want him back.

And then you can have your son back.

[Michelle] There's a morgue.

-[sighs] -[Michelle] Lower basement.

You come alone, with Bobby, and I'll be there with Ryan.

Dr. Miller…

I was born at night,

but it wasn't fucking last night.

There's another Fed in this building.

[dramatic music playing]

He came in the car with my brother.

Did you really think I was just going to trust you?

[Michelle] I swear on my life, I will be alone.

Deal?

On your life, huh?

[clicks tongue]

Can't ask fairer than that.

That's the morgue.

That's the best way out.

What about the hostages?

Bring them down here.

Lock them in.

Americans love a spectacle.

-Let's give it to them. -[Paddy] He's a liability.

That's what he fucking is.

Nothing new, Paddy.

He's out of control. It's my fault.

My old man used to beat me something brutal,

and I swore I'd never do the same, but maybe Seany needed it.

You did all you could.

Not every child responds well to the stern hand.

And the apple don't fall far from the tree.

That's another piece of wisdom.

-Get these people up there, John. -Up, up, up, up, up!

Move, fuckers, move, the lot of ya's!

The lot of ya's, go!

No funny business, cocksucker!

Move, ya cunt, move!

The Feds are about to make their move.

We're making ours first.

Time's up, Paddy.

Let's go.

[sighs] Fuck.

People, come on! Everybody in here!

Everybody, come on! Come on, come on! Move! Move! Move!

[Johnno] No funny business or you're fuckin' dead!

[Liam] Where the fuck are you going? Go in there!

Get down with the rest of them!

You're not a fucking guest, you're a hostage!

Come on.

File in, thank you.

-[Paddy] Sean. -[Sean] What?

This is a bad situation we're in.

We have to think carefully now.

We have to be calm, we have to be clear.

I am being fucking calm

and I am being clear.

Why don't you just let little Seany deal with this, all right?

Right!

I want you all to fucking listen very carefully to me.

[beeps]

Behind you.

Stay still.

Arms up!

Turn around slowly.

[Danny] Fucking come here! Bitch!

[both grunting]

[grunting]

[Danny] This one's so easy.

[gasping]

[Danny yells]

Cunt.

[Michelle gasping]

[Danny grunting]

[screams]

[yelps]

Fall back! Relax! Fall back!

You fucking bitch!

[gunshots]

Johnno, go.

[gun cocks]

[tense music playing]

[Michelle panting]

Danny?

Oi!

Wake up!

[sobbing]

[screams]

[screaming continues]

[sobbing]

Give me the boy!

Give me the boy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the fuck's going on?

She killed Danny.

This is not on that boy.

This is on all of us.

Take it down a notch, we all wanna get out of here.

I'm following through on an agreement

to get Ryan back

and to get us all home,

and that's it.

I'm going downstairs, Paddy.

Fine. I'm coming with you.

Bring the boy.

Come here, have you lost a hold of yourself?

You're lucky Liam didn't shoot you in the fucking head.

Her time will come.

Come on,

we're gonna go see your mum, see.

You stay close to me.

[Sean] Come on, Paddy.

Jesus Christ. [breathes heavily]

What the hell are they all waiting for?

The longer we wait,

the more Sean will take matters into his own hands.

[door creaks open]

[Ellis] You stay right here.

Oh! Jesus.

-You guys made it. -Yeah.

[Michelle] How are you feeling?

Not so good.

Hang in there just a little longer.

I spoke to your brother.

We're gonna do an exchange and get you home.

-What? -Wait, wait, wait. An exchange for what?

He'll fucking kill me.

For my son.

-I'm coming with you. -No, you're not.

He thinks I'm working with the Feds. I told him I'd come alone.

Fuck! But Doc-- Doc, this is dangerous.

-I'll be fine. -[Ryan] He's right.

No matter what he told you,

my brother's always got another motive. It's me--

I'll protect you. I promise.

Let's go.

[sighs]

[Sean] Sign says the morgue's down here.

Doc, I'm really fucking bleeding.

[Michelle] Just stay with me. I'll take a look.

[Paddy] Come on, keep up.

-[Ryan groans] -Hang in there.

You're almost home.

Well, would you look at the fuckin' state of you, chum.

Nice to put a face to the voice.

Florence Nightingale.

-Take it easy. -Where's Bobby?

[Paddy] He's right here.

-Bobby! -Mom…

You okay, buddy?

I'm okay.

I'm relieved to see you, Son.

Hey, Da.

Now I'm going to give you back your little boy,

and you're going to give us back our little boy.

And we're gonna come out of here the way we came in.

Just like that?

Just like that.

[Paddy] Suffering Jesus, can we please put the weapons away

and get this over with?

[chuckles]

-Go to your mummy. -Come on.

We thought we lost you, Son.

We thought we lost you.

Now, let's-- let's get you out of here.

Why'd you do it?

-What? -I wanted to run the business with you.

You're my brother.

I fucking loved you.

What's he talking about?

-He's off his fucking game on drugs. -[Ryan] I saw you.

You shot right through my window.

[gunshot]

What?

That's fucking bollocks!

All I did

was look up to you.

What?

You're going to fucking believe him over me?

Why don't you convince me otherwise?

Fuck off. [chuckles]

You tried to kill him.

I'll never forgive you.

Come again?

You'll never forgive me?

Who the fuck would you be forgiving, Paddy Quinn?

You have no right to forgive anyone.

You should be asking forgiveness off of him, me,

every other person you fucked over!

I watched my mother drink herself to death for ten years

because she couldn't go home because of you!

[grunts]

Shut your fucking mouth.

-Oh, yeah? -[Paddy] Yeah.

Huh?

Sean, stop it!

-[grunting] -Stop! No!

[grunts]

[officer] Move, move, move, move!

[Cruz] Ready?

[both grunting]

-[Ryan] Da? -[both grunting]

The snipers are in position and our men are in place.

All right.

Send them in.

Move in, now!

[grunts]

I need you to listen to me closely.

-You know these tunnels, right? -[Bobby] Mm-hmm.

[gunshots]

[grunting]

When I tell you so, I need you to run.

[officer] Freeze!

[gunfire]

[indistinct clamor]

[grunts]

[hostages cheer]

What the fuck happened to you?

What happened to you?

What the fuck do you mean happened to me?

[gunshot]

[pensive music playing]

Dad?

I deserved it.

I wasn't the father you needed.

I failed you.

Go! Now! Now! Go!

[Ellis] Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

Not so fast, little man.

Drop it, you piece of shit!

Let the kid go.

-[gunshot] -[Ellis groans]

-[gunshots] -[groans]

[gunshot]

[Ellis panting]

You fucking bitch.

What in the name of God possessed you

to stick your fucking nosy tits into my father's business?

Drop your weapon!

Put your weapon down!

-[gunfire] -[grunts]

[grunts]

[muffled heartbeat]

[tense music playing]

[beeping]

[Jeff] You can fix this.

[Michelle] I can fix this.

You can fix this.

[Michelle] I can fix this.

[Jeff] Michelle…

Wake up!

[beeping]

[moans]

[grunts]

[beeping continues]

What did he used to say?

Blue to ignite. Red to make it right.

Wait, or was it red to ignite, blue to make it right?

Shit! I don't remember.

[Jeff] You can fix this, Michelle.

Red. Red's hot, like a fire.

Blue…

[music builds]

[beeping stops]

[gasps]

[panting]

[uplifting music playing]

[sirens wailing]

-[indistinct dialogue] -[sirens blaring]

[Jones] Well, I'll be damned.

[Cruz] My God, you're shot.

Yeah. Easy first assignment, huh?

Where's McBride?

He…

Fuck me.

Yeah.

Where's the kid?

[Jones] What kid?

-[ominous music playing] -[Sean winces]

[rustling]

[Sean] Hey, not-tall boy.

Get up.

I said, get fucking up.

Are you deaf?

Good.

-[intense music playing] -[groans, pants]

[Sean] If you run, I'll shoot ya.

If you scream, I'll shoot ya.

In point of fact, if you do anything I don't like, what'll I do?

You'll shoot me.

You're very clever.

You're such a clever boy, huh?

Brains to burn.

Very bright boy, huh?

Tell me…

is this the way out?

[Bobby] There's a gate at the end. I-- I used to play down there.

[Sean] Good. Take me to it.

Leave him alone, Sean! Drop your weapon!

Jesus fucking Christ.

Tiger mammies and their fucking cubs, what?

Just let him go.

It's over.

No, I won't just let him go.

And it's not all over.

I see you stopped my bomb.

One of us, Dr. Miller.

Do you think you'll be able to stop a bullet

going into the back of his fucking head?

Okay.

-Put the gun down, then. -[Michelle] Okay.

[Sean] That's it.

Okay. Easy.

[Sean] That's it.

[Michelle] Easy.

Bobby, it's gonna be okay.

We're gonna go home and practice your soccer kicks.

Your mammy is a lot fucking smarter than she looks, boy.

-[Bobby grunts] -[screams]

-[yells] -[gunshot fires]

[ominous music playing]

[pants]

Mom?

[music turns somber]

Okay… [sighs]

[reporter] An incredible scene here tonight

at the Mercy Regional Hospital.

Suspected loyalists to the Quinn Gang,

including the patriarch himself, Patrick "Paddy" Quinn,

have finally been brought to justice.

-[indistinct chatter over police radio] -[sirens wailing]

[Michellle chuckles]

-Hey. -Hey.

So Ryan made it, huh?

Yeah, luck of the Irish.

[Michelle chuckles]

[Ellis] Guess Paddy might make it, too. [chuckles]

Some of the guys brought this from inside.

I thought you'd want it back.

Thank you.

[reporter] Dr. Miller, can you confirm the reports

that you helped apprehend the terrorists and saved the hostages?

I did what any mom would do

to save her son.

[Ellis] Now I can tell you one thing.

She's an American hero.

[sirens blaring]

None of us would be alive today

if it wasn't for her courage.

You know, uh…

you make a pretty good partner.

Not so bad yourself…

for a rookie.

-[laughs] -[laughs]

I had that one coming.

I'll, uh, I'll see you around.

Yeah.

See you around.

Shall we?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

So, I think we're gonna have to make the next soccer game.

Soccer game?

Who needs that when you've got an action hero for a mom?

-Really? -Yeah.

Hey, you weren't so bad yourself. You had a killer scissor kick back there.

-That was, like-- -Mom, it's a back-heel kick.

[Michelle] Oh, I'm sorry, pardon me.

[triumphant music playing]

[music fades]

[dramatic music playing]

[music concludes]