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Harry : What
do you think?
Jack : You're
the expert. I just work here. Looks pretty
solid. Anyone we
know?
Harry :
I don't recognize the
work, but he's a pro. Oh, he's
cuttin' it close.
Jack : I
don't like it.
Harry : Yeah,
well, what's to like? Mac said we hold, so we hold.
All right, pop quiz.
The airport. Gunman with one hostage. He's usin' her
for cover. He's almost to a plane. You're a hundred
feet away. Jack.
Jack : Shoot
the hostage.
Harry : What?
Jack : Take
her out of the equation. Go for the
good wound, and
he can't get to the plane with her.
Clear shot.
Harry :
You're deeply nuts.
You know that? "Shoot the hostage." Geez.
Jack : Harry,
this is wrong. He's gonna blow it anyway.
Harry : Why?
Jack : I
don't know. Gut feeling.
Harry : Well,
right now Mac outranks
your gut, so we sit.
Man : This is
taking way too long.
Jack : How
much you think that elevator weighs?
Harry : Jack,
come on.
Jack : Maybe
we can do something about those hostages.
Harry : We're
not gonna shoot 'em, right?
Man : Hey,
where are you going? What's going on?
Woman : Don't
go! Don't leave us here!
Jack : No, we
just take them out of the equation.
Harry : You
sure it'll hold?
Jack : It'll
hold.
Harry : Six
minutes.
Mac : I can't
get any more time. He's not talkin'! I need the
goddamn money now!
Jack : Tell
me again, Harry. Why did I take this job?
Harry : Aw,
come on. Thirty more years of this, you get a tiny
pension and a cheap gold watch.
Jack : Cool
Whoa!
Man : God,
it's hot in here.
Woman 1:
There's no air.
Woman 2:
Can't they just pry the doors open?
Woman 1: I
can't breathe.
Howard Payne : Don't fuck with Daddy. |
