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Jack :
470-8000. Ask for Detective Harry Temple.
Woman : Harry.
Harry, it's Jack.
Harry : Yeah.
You'd better not be
calling in sick, 'cause I
dragged my ass
out of...
Jack : Harry,
he's alive.
Harry : What?
Jack : The
bomber. He's back.
Police : He hit one
in Venice already. Fire
chief said there's nothin' left.
Mac : Temple,
we just got a ransom demand from your dead
terrorist. Says he's rigged a
city bus.
Where's Jack?
Harry : Where
do you think?
Jack : I gotta
get on that bus.
Man : You
gotta get- Yeah, yeah, you get on the bus.
Jack : Drive
straight! Stay in this lane!
Man : Watch
the road. Wait a minute. What are you doin'?
Jack : Are you
insured?
Man : Yeah.
Why? No! No! Ah! Broke my-my door.
Jack : Sir, I
need to take your phone.
Man : Take the
phone.
Jack :
Take the wheel.
Man : What are
you... What? Oh! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!
Jack : Drive
straight!
Man : Oh,
shit. Whoa, shit! Whoa, shit! Whoa, shit!
Annie : This
guy's out of his mind.
Jack : Okay,
listen. You gotta stay
above 50-
Annie : Excuse
me. Are you out of your mind?
Jack :
Whatever it takes.
Annie : Hello!
Jack :
Everybody, I'm Jack Traven, L.A.P.D.
We have a slight situation on
the bus here. Ma'am, if you'll
please sit down...
Annie : No, I
won't sit down. You're
scaring the shit out of these people.
Jack : Ma'am,
please! If everybody will stay in your seats and
remain calm, we should be able to diffuse the
problem. So sit tight
and...
Passenger :
Get away from me!
Jack : I don't
know you, man. I'm not here for you. Let's not do
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