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Jack :
Is your watch slow?
Harry :
Uh-uh. No, no. He jumped
the gun. We had three minutes left.
Jack : Why
does he do that? He's losing his three million.
Harry : I
don't know. Maybe he couldn't hold his wad long
enough. It's a common problem among middle -aged
men. So I'm told.
Jack : He's
here.
Harry : He
could've blown that thing from Pacoima.
Jack : No. He
knew we were up to something. He's close by.
Harry : He's
not gonna corner himself in a building. We evacuated
anyway. Come on. All right. He'd want to be here,
but he'd want to stay mobile, right? The elevators.
Jack : The
passenger cars
were stopped. They checked them out.
Harry : What
about the freight
elevators?
Jack : Will
the mystery guest please
sign in?
Harry : What?
Jack. Damn it! Get to the floor! Shit! Shit! Shit!
Howard Payne : Up! Get your ass
up! I don't suppose anybody'll give
me three million just for you. Hold it! Pop quiz, hot shot.
Terrorist holding a police hostage. Got enough
dynamite strapped to his chest to blow a building in
half. Now, what do you do?
Jack :
There's gonna be 50 cops waiting for you in the
basement.
Howard Payne : Oh, standard
flanking deployment, right? Well,
maybe we'll get off on the third floor, huh? |
