(QUIET, TENSE MUSIC)
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JULIANNA CALLAGHAN,
I VOW TO BE TRUE ALWAYS,
TO GIVE YOU ALL OF MYSELF - NO SECRETS -
UNTIL DEATH PARTS US, AND EVEN AFTER...
'CAUSE I'VE BEEN YOURS
SINCE THE FIRST DAY I SAW YOU
AND MADE A FOOL OF MYSELF.
(GIGGLES)
'CAUSE I KNEW RIGHT AWAY,
I KNEW THAT IT WAS YOU OR NO ONE...
EVEN THOUGH YOU DIDN'T KNOW IT YET,
AND I HAD TO BE PATIENT.
I WAS RIGHT. JUST SAYING.
(GUESTS CHUCKLE)
SAMUEL BRADDOCK,
I VOW TO ALWAYS BE YOURS.
(VOICE CATCHES, SIGHS HAPPILY)
I TRIED TO... THINK OF WORDS,
BUT THERE'S SO MANY...
THERE'S SO MANY WORDS.
SO, I VOW, TO YOU, THIS...
(GUESTS LAUGH AND APPLAUD)
YEAH!
(CHEERING)
SO UM... SINCE YOU GUYS ARE ALL HERE,
WE WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU EARLIER,
BUT WE DIDN'T WANT TO JINX ANYTHING.
WE'RE THREE MONTHS ALONG;
WE'RE HAVING A BABY.
(GUESTS GASP IN DELIGHT AND APPLAUD)
CONGRATULATIONS. GOOD FOR YOU. THANK YOU.
ED: RIGHT ON! SPIKE: COME HERE, YOU!
(SWITCHES BEEP)
(TOOLS THUNK IN TOOLKIT, LID CLICKS SHUT)
(PHONES RING, ROOM BUZZES WITH CHATTER)
911, WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY?
I'M WEARING A PEACH DRESS,
SO IF YOU WEAR A PEACH ROSE,
IT MEANS... GRATITUDE.
CLARK: OH, RIGHT, 'CAUSE HE SHOULD BE GRATEFUL
THAT YOU ASKED HIM TO PROM.
DEAN: WHAT COLOUR'S YOUR BOUTONNIER?
UH, WHATEVER COLOUR MEANS "NO CURFEW
'CAUSE IT'S PROM."
SERIOUSLY? YEAH,
MY PARENTS HAVE LATE-NIGHT PLANS OF THEIR OWN.
THEY'RE GOING TO SOME HOTEL DOWNTOWN.
PLUS THEY TRUST ME. IT'S WEIRD.
PLUS YOU'RE NOT GONNA TELL THEM.
(CHUCKLES) SCARY. JUST LIKE YOUR DAD.
YOU SURE YOU WANNA DATE A WALKING POLYGRAPH?
(LAUGHS) YEAH, I'M SURE.
CLARK: ALL RIGHT. YOU GUYS NEED A RIDE?
NAH. WE'RE GONNA BE OKAY, MAN.
CLARK: ALL RIGHT. SEE YOU LATER.
DEAN: LATER.
JULES: SO YOU'VE MET MY INFAMOUS BROTHERS.
GOOD TO MEET YOU.
WORDY: YOU TALKED THE BOSS OUTTA THE BROWN SUIT.
WELL, WORDY, SOMEBODY HAD TO.
PARKER: HEY, I HEARD THAT.
ED: I MEAN, REALLY,
IT'S A FABULOUS DRESS. I LIKE IT.
? YES, DONNA.
SUCH A GENTLEMAN,
AND ALWAYS A KIND WORD; THAT'S WHY I LOVE YOU.
DEBRIEF WENT LONG;
SOME PEOPLE HAVE TO WORK HARD.
HOW'S TEAM THREE?
I'M KICKING 'EM INTO SHAPE.
I TOLD YOU SHE COULDN'T STAY AWAY FROM THE JOB.
HOW ARE YOU, WORDY?
I'M GOOD. GIRLS ARE GOOD.
I MISS THE DAYS THOUGH.
DAYS MISS YOU RIGHT BACK.
YOU GOING TO THE RECEPTION TONIGHT?
ABSOLUTELY.
ED: YOU KNOW WHAT? TEAM ONE'S GOT A SHIFT TO GET THROUGH FIRST
BECAUSE SOME OF US WORK EVEN HARDER.
NOT A WORD. NOT A WORD!
911 RESPONDER: YOU'RE DOING GREAT, HON, STAY WITH ME, OKAY?
I'M GONNA NEED YOU TO BREATHE OUT FOR ME...
NICE.
FOUR MINUTES BETWEEN CONTRACTIONS,
WHICH IS AWESOME.
I'M SENDING ALL THIS TO THE PARAMEDICS
AS SOON AS THEY GET THERE...
WHICH WILL BE IN TWO MINUTES, OKAY?
YOU GOT A NAME PICKED OUT FOR THE LITTLE MAN YET?
TRISH: SO SLOW...
I THINK ONE OF THE SERVERS NEEDS REBOOTING.
NINA: (WHISPERS) CAN YOU DO IT?
I'M WRAPPING UP THE MIRACLE OF LIFE OVER HERE.
YES.
NINA: YOU GOT A BAG PACKED FOR THE HOSPITAL?
NOW DON'T WORRY.
I'M GONNA STAY RIGHT HERE WITH YOU...
(POWER BUTTON BEEPS, SERVER REBOOTS)
(SPIKE AND WINNIE LAUGH)
AW...
SPIKE: I KNOW.
WINNIE: MAN, GETTING MARRIED AND GOING TO WORK,
THAT IS DEDICATION.
WELL, IT'S THE ONLY DAY SAM'S DAD COULD BE HERE.
YOU KNOW, RECEPTION'S AT THE PARTY BOAT TONIGHT.
I WISH I COULD'VE BEEN THERE.
ME TOO.
SPIKE, YOU WERE THERE.
NO, I MEAN I WISH
YOU COULD'VE BEEN THERE TOO, TOO.
"TOO, TOO?"
"TOO, TOO," AS IN TOO, ALSO.
GOTCHA.
(SRU PHONE RINGS)
(PICKS UP) SRU.
NINA: HEY, WINNIE, THIS IS NINA FROM 911.
WINNIE: HEY, NINA. WHAT'S GOING ON?
NINA: WE'VE GOT SOMETHING IN OUR SERVER ROOM
THAT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT SHOULD BE THERE.
911'S GOT A PROBLEM.
NINA, I'VE GOT TEAM ONE HERE.
NINA: IT'S SOME KIND OF A DEVICE IN A BOX,
IN OUR SERVER ROOM.
IT'S GOT EXPOSED WIRES AND A BLINKING LIGHT.
ED: WAS IT LEFT IN PLAIN SIGHT?
NINA: NO. NO, IT WAS CONCEALED IN ONE OF OUR SERVER CABINETS.
WE ONLY FOUND IT WHEN WE WENT TO DO A REBOOT.
PARKER: GET ANY NON-ESSENTIAL STAFF OUT OF THERE,
WE'RE ON OUR WAY.
ED: WINNIE, CALL STAINTON,
GET HIM TO SEE IF THERE'S A SPIKE IN TERRORIST CHATTER.
YOU GOT IT.
SPIKE?
JUST... YOU KNOW.
I'M ALWAYS CAREFUL.
(SIRENS CHIRP AND WAIL)
(911 STAFF MURMUR, CURIOUS, TRUCKS ARRIVE, SIRENS WAILING)
ED: HITTING 911?
PARKER: THE NERVE CENTRE FOR THE CITY'S EMERGENCY SERVICES.
SAM: WE CAN'T SHUT THE PLACE DOWN
WITHOUT LEAVING THE CITY STRANDED.
BABYCAKES IS READY TO ROLL.
TRISH: MA'AM, THEY ARE ON THEIR WAY RIGHT NOW,
SO I'M GONNA NEED YOU TO CALM DOWN FOR ME, OKAY?
NINA: WE'RE DOWN TO THREE OPERATORS AND THREE DISPATCH.
THE EVAC'D STAFF IS OUT FRONT.
SAM: 'KAY, LEAH, LET'S CHECK OUT THE REST OF THE BUILDING.
I'M GONNA TALK TO STAFF, START PROFILING.
ED: WE'RE GONNA NEED CCTV FOOTAGE.
ALREADY PULLED IT. GREAT.
TRISH: YOU'RE HUSBAND IS PINNED BY THE STEERING WHEEL,
IS THAT CORRECT?
DAYCARE WORKER: HOWIE? HOWIE, GIVE ETHAN HIS BLANKIE BACK, PLEASE.
HOWIE? I NEED YOU TO LISTEN, OKAY?
THAT BELONGS TO ETHAN, HONEY.
FINE!
THANK YOU, HOWIE, GOOD CHOICE.
KIDS: LET'S GO! BACK AT SCHOOL! HERE WE COME!
(BABYCAKES WHIRS)
SPIKE: I SEE THE BOX.
SENDING OUT ELECTRONIC COUNTER-MEASURES
AGAINST REMOTE DETONATION.
HA! SEE, ETHAN? I TOLD YOU WE'D FIND IT.
RUN!
ETHAN: THERE YOU ARE! (GIGGLES HAPPILY)
(LOUD BOOM, FIRE ROARS, GLASS BURSTS)
(DEBRIS CRASHES ALL AROUND)
(PHONES RING OFF THE HOOK)
(OVERLAPPING VOICES ANSWER CALLS)
TRISH: 911, WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY? SIMCOE AND WELLINGTON?
NINA: HOW MANY ARE INJURED? HOW MANY DO YOU SEE?
WHAT'S GOING ON?
NINA: 911, WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY?
IT'S A FEDERAL BUILDING, HEALTH AND WELFARE.
TEAM, WE'RE LOOKING AT ANOTHER BOMB
THAT JUST WENT OFF DOWNTOWN.
MASS CASUALTIES IN A BUSY BUILDING -
NO WAY THIS WAS ACCIDENTAL.
WE ARE LOOKING AT TERROR.
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(SIRENS WAIL AND CHIRP IN THE DISTANCE)
NEWS ANCHOR: IT IS DIFFICULT TO GET A CLEAR PICTURE,
BUT IT APPEARS THAT THE EXPLOSION TOOK PLACE...
PARKER: SPIKE, TALK TO ME.
SPIKE: I'M WORKING IT, BUT THIS IS GONNA TAKE TIME.
GUYS, GO. I GOT THIS.
NO, SPIKE, LISTEN-
ED, GO!
OKAY, COPY! GUYS, SIMCOE AND WELLINGTON.
SAM, YOU'RE WITH ME. LET'S MOVE!
PARKER: WE'RE GONNA NEED ALL EMERGENCY PERSONNEL
ON STANDBY.
CROWD CONTROL, CASUALTY TRANSPORT.
OKAY, THANK YOU.
NINA, ALL OF YOU HAVE TO GET OUTSIDE
WITH THE REST OF YOUR STAFF.
NINA: WE CAN SPLIT SOME OF THE LOAD WITH DURHAM REGION,
BUT THEN THEY'LL BE OVERLOADED.
WE NEED TO STAY AND KEEP ANSWERING CALLS.
NEGATIVE. THIS BOMB COULD STILL GO OFF.
THE BOMB COULD STILL GO OFF,
BUT PEOPLE DEFINITELY NEED OUR HELP.
IT'S NOT JUST OUR LIVES ON THE LINE.
(RESPONDERS FRANTICALLY RESPOND TO CALLS)
OKAY.
WINNIE, I'M NOT LIKING THE WAY THIS DAY IS GOING.
I NEED ALL SRU TEAMS REUPPED RIGHT NOW.
YOU GOT IT.
(BABYCAKES WHIRS)
SPIKE: THE X-RAY IS UP.
I SEE BATTERIES, I SEE WIRES, I SEE A TIMER...
AND I GOT ANTI-HANDLING MEASURES.
THIS IS GONNA COMPLICATE THINGS.
NINA: PLEASE, MA'AM, STAY WHERE YOU...
(SIRENS WAIL)
JULES: EVERYTHING'S FINE, DAD.
JUST MAKING SURE YOU GUYS GOT ALL CHECKED IN OKAY.
WE'RE GONNA SEE YOU AT THE HOTEL
AFTER WORK, ALL RIGHT?
BYE, DAD.
YOU'D DO ANYTHING TO JUST... WRAP 'EM UP
AND KEEP 'EM SAFE.
YOUR PARENTS WERE IN HAITI DURING THE EARTHQUAKE, RIGHT?
ALL YOU CAN DO IS DO YOUR BEST.
YUP.
NO, SOPHIE, I'M OKAY. I'M OKAY.
LOOK, I'M SURE CLARK'S OKAY, TOO.
HE'S PROBABLY JUST SOMEWHERE NOISY,
WHERE HE CAN'T HEAR HIS PHONE, ALL RIGHT?
I NEED YOU TO CALL ME
AS SOON AS YOU HEAR FROM HIM, OKAY?
I LOVE YOU.
SHE HEARD ABOUT THE BOMB?
YEAH.
GUESS YOUR WIFE KNOWS WHERE YOU ARE.
"WIFE."
FEELS FUNNY, HUH?
IT FEELS GOOD.
SPIKE: NO CHEMICAL DETECTION, NO NERVE AGENTS,
NO BLOOD AGENTS, NO RADIATION.
I'M GOING IN MANUAL.
(BABYCAKES WHIRS)
24 MINUTES.
OKAY.
CAN YOU SEVER THE POWER SOURCE?
SPIKE: YEAH, I THINK SO, BUT IT'S UNDERNEATH.
I CAN'T REACH IT WITHOUT TRIGGERING
THE ANTI-HANDLING DEVICE EMBEDDED IN THE C4.
I'M GONNA HAVE TO DISABLE IT BY HAND.
(KNIFE TOUCHES SOMETHING HARD)
IT'S A MERCURY TILT SWITCH.
THAT DROP SLIDES OVER BY A HAIR,
AND TOUCHES THOSE TWO WIRES, AND I LOSE MY 24 MINUTES.
22 MINUTES.
ED: HOW DO YOU DISABLE A MERCURY TILT SWITCH?
ACETONE.
AND WHERE ARE WE GONNA GET THAT?
(CROWD BUZZES WITH CHATTER)
SPIKE: (YELLING) ANYBODY HAVE ANY NAIL POLISH REMOVER?
SERIOUSLY! ANYBODY?!
THANKS!
ED, THAT WAS STAINTON.
THERE'S BEEN NO CHATTER-SPIKE ON THE TERRORIST CHANNELS.
ED: OKAY. THANKS, WINNIE.
SO IF IT IS A COORDINATED STRIKE,
IT'S A GROUP THAT'S NOT ON OUR RADAR.
OR IT'S A LONE WOLF WITH NO GROUP TO CHATTER WITH.
PARKER: ALL RIGHT, ASSUMING IT'S THE SAME INDIVIDUAL,
WHAT'S HIS NEXT STEP?
HE HIT THE HEART OF THE CITY'S DEFENSE SYSTEM
AND A SYMBOL OF GOVERNMENT.
IT SOUNDS MORE POLITICAL THAN PERSONAL.
HE WANTS TO SHOW HE CAN MAKE A WHOLE CITY VULNERABLE.
PARKER: WELL, IF IT IS STATEMENT ORIENTED,
HE'LL COME OUT FROM BEHIND THE CURTAIN,
AND SHARE HIS WORLD VIEW.
SPIKE, WHAT'S GOING ON?
SPIKE: SUBMERGING THE MERCURY IN ACETONE.
PARKER: TWO MINUTES,
I'M MOVING THE REST OF THESE PEOPLE OUTTA HERE,
UNLESS YOU TELL ME DIFFERENT.
SPIKE: COPY THAT.
ADDING DRY ICE TO LOWER THE TEMPERATURE.
(DRY ICE FIZZES)
(THERMOMETER BEEPS)
(FIZZING)
MINUS 36 DEGREES...
TWO MORE DEGREES AND THE MERCURY FREEZES OVER.
COME ON... COME ON...
COME ON!
(FIZZING)
MINUS 38.8 DEGREES.
GOING FOR THE POWER SOURCE.
I SEE IT.
CUTTING THE POWER SUPPLY.
(SNAP) DONE! WE'RE CLEAR!
(SIGHS WITH RELIEF)
SPIKE: CALL CENTRE'S BACK IN BUSINESS.
WE'RE OKAY;
THE BOMB'S DISABLED, YOUR COLLEAGUES CAN COME BACK.
(EXHALES, RELIEVED)
(CHOPPER'S ROTORS BEAT LOUDLY)
(SIRENS WAIL, PEOPLE SHOUT FRANTICALLY)
(SIRENS CHIRP, HORNS BLAST)
(LOUD BUZZ OF FRANTIC VOICES, PAPERS FLUTTER IN THE AIR)
(SIRENS WAIL ALL AROUND, PEOPLE CRY OUT IN DISTRESS)
ED: OKAY, JULES, LEAH, HELP EMS IDENTIFY THE WOUNDED,
30 SECONDS PER PATIENT.
SAM, SAME THING INSIDE - FIND SURVIVORS.
GO!
(PEOPLE SHOUT, SIRENS WAIL, THE STREET'S IN CHAOS)
ED: GUYS, REMEMBER, FOUR LEVELS OF PRIORITY HERE:
GREEN IS FOR MINOR INJURIES;
YELLOW IS FOR URGENT;
RED IS FOR IMMEDIATE.
JULES: BLACK'S FOR DEAD.
ED: OR BEYOND SAVING - IT'S A JUDGMENT CALL HERE.
SIR! SIR! CAN YOU HEAR ME?
CHECK HIS PULSE.
SIR, I NEED YOU TO CLOSE YOUR EYES, PLEASE.
OKAY, HE'S IN SHOCK. RAISE HIS LEGS.
JULES: LET'S PUT THIS UNDER. LEAH: ALL RIGHT, GENTLY.
ED: (CALLS OUT) WE GOT A RED HERE!
TAG AND MOVE! LET'S GO!
LET'S MOVE! LET'S MOVE!
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TRISH: 911, WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY?
NINA: 911, WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY?
TRISH: WHERE ARE YOU LOCATED, SIR?
OKAY, IS ANYONE WITH YOU RIGHT NOW?
NINA: NO, STAY ON THE LINE WITH ME. BREATHE...
PARKER: WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, SPIKE?
SPIKE: I'M THINKING ONE BOMB, THAT'S PROBABLY YOUR DAY.
TWO BOMBS...
I THINK YOUR DAY MIGHT NOT BE OVER.
LET'S FIGURE OUT WHO MADE THIS.
COPY THAT.
NINA: 911, WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY?
LEAH: MA'AM, CAN YOU HEAR ME?
ARE YOU ABLE TO WALK?
(CALLS OUT) WE'VE GOT A YELLOW!
JULES: ALL RIGHT, PARAMEDICS ARE COMING.
YOU'RE GONNA BE JUST FINE, OKAY?
LEAH: LET'S GO. JULES: JUST KEEP ON BREATHING.
ALL RIGHT, HOLD HER NECK.
LEAH: MA'AM, CAN YOU HEAR ME?
DAYCARE WORKER 2: (WEAKLY) ETHAN...
ETHAN...
OKAY... HI, HONEY.
MY NAME IS JULES.
I'M GONNA HELP YOU, OKAY?
(NO RESPONSE)
(JULES WELLS UP, WEEPING)
I'M SO SORRY... I'M SO SORRY, HONEY.
(WEEPING)
LEAH: (PANICKED) JULES!
SHE SAYS THERE'S A DAYCARE IN THERE.
THERE'S MORE KIDS!
ED! INSIDE! THERE'S A DAYCARE!
ED: COPY! SAM, CHECK THE FLOORPLANS;
WE GOTTA GET THERE.
I'M ON IT!
ED: MA'AM, SOMEBODY'S GONNA BE RIGHT WITH YOU, ALL RIGHT?
JULES: IS THIS THE DAYCARE?
SAM: I CAN HEAR A WOMAN, KIDS.
SOMEBODY MIGHT BE HURT, I CAN'T BE SURE.
JULES: (CALLING OUT) HELLO! THIS IS THE POLICE!
WE'RE GONNA HELP YOU! CAN YOU HEAR US?
ED: GUYS, THE DAYCARE'S FRONT DOOR'S FIFTEEN FEET IN.
THEY CAN'T HEAR US WITH ALL THIS DEBRIS.
SAM: CONTROLLED DEMOLITION TO OPEN THE WAY?
ED: SAM, WE CAN'T DO IT.
IT'S TOO UNSTABLE. WE GOTTA GO IN.
DAYCARE WORKER: (THROUGH PARABOLIC MIC) SASHA, PLEASE, HONEY, STAY CALM ALL RIGHT?
SAM: YOU GONNA FIT THROUGH THAT HOLE?
DAYCARE WORKER: WE'RE GONNA GET OUTTA HERE, OKAY?
ED: I'M GONNA TRY.
(RUBBLE GROANS AND SHIFTS, COLLAPSING FURTHER)
SAM: ED, THERE'S NO WAY, IT'S TOO RISKY!
DAYCARE WORKER: JUST... JUST LEAVE HOWIE!
LOOK, HE CAN'T MOVE RIGHT NOW.
HE'S... HE'S SLEEPING. (KID CRIES IN BACKGROUND)
JULES: (UPSET) OKAY, THERE'S A KID...
THERE'S A KID PINNED DOWN IN THERE.
I'M SMALL ENOUGH; I CAN FIT THROUGH THAT HOLE.
ED: JULES, THE STRUCTURE'S BEEN COMPROMISED HERE.
WE CAN'T LET YOU GO IN, IT MIGHT COLLAPSE.
I CAN DO THIS!
SAM: JULES, STOP. WE'LL FIND ANOTHER WAY.
JULES: SAM, YOU'VE GOTTA LET ME DO THIS!
JULES, YOU'RE NOT THINKING STRAIGHT!
THERE ARE CHILDREN IN THERE
AND WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!
NOW, SAM, RIGHT NOW,
ARE YOU MY TEAMMATE OR MY HUSBAND?!
(DETERMINED) I CAN DO THIS.
ED: LET'S GO. LET'S GO.
JULES: (CALLING OUT) HELLO! I'M COMING IN!
(STRUGGLING GRUNTS)
(CAR PUTTERS ALONG)
(SHOCKED, FRANTIC CHATTER)
WOMAN: WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE?
MIRA: OH MY GOD...
(LOUD BOOM NEARBY, ANOTHER EXPLOSION)
(PANICKED GASPS AND SHOUTS)
TRISH: OH MY GOD...
ANOTHER BOMB'S GONE OFF!
(FRANTIC CHATTER THROUGHOUT CALL CENTRE)
NINA: SIR, COULD YOU REPEAT THAT, PLEASE?
TRISH: I'M SORRY, MA'AM, I'M HAVING TROUBLE HEARING YOU,
DID YOU SAY CITY HALL?
(PHONE BUZZES)
NINA: SERGEANT,
WE HAVE A MAN CLAIMING RESPONSIBILITY.
HE WANTS TO TALK TO THE "DECISIONMAKER."
(PHONES RING, RESPONDERS ANSWER CALLS)
THIS IS SERGEANT GREG PARKER
WITH THE POLICE STRATEGIC RESPONSE UNIT.
DIGITALLY ALTERED MALE VOICE: YOUR RANK DOESN'T IMPRESS ME.
ARE YOU THE ONE RUNNING THE SHOW?
SIR, VERY BUSY DOWN HERE. I'M GONNA HAVE TO HANG UP
IF I'M NOT CONVINCED YOU ARE WHAT YOU SAY YOU ARE.
I'M GONNA GIVE YOU TEN SECONDS. NINE, EIGHT...
MALE VOICE: THE BUILDING YOU'RE IN IS STILL STANDING.
NICE WORK, PUPPET.
I'M LISTENING.
MALE VOICE: THREE BOMBS...
YOU THINK IT ENDS THERE, BUT IT DOESN'T.
PARKER: WHOA...
MALE VOICE: THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING.
PARKER: SIR, THERE ARE MORE BOMBS? HOW MANY MORE?
MALE VOICE: LOTS MORE.
SHOULDN'T BE LONG 'TIL THE NEXT ONE.
HOW LONG, SIR?
MALE VOICE: ABOUT HALF AN HOUR,
AND ONE AFTER THAT, AND AFTER THAT...
LOOK, WHO IS THIS?
WHO IS THIS?!
YOU'RE TALKING TO THE ONE RUNNING THE SHOW.
(LINE CLICKS AS HE HANGS UP)
(DISTANT EERIE HOWL OF CAR ALARMS AND SIRENS)
NEWS ANCHOR: A SECOND DETONATION IN THE DOWNTOWN CORE
HAS GIVEN WEIGHT TO THE SPECULATION
THAT THESE INCIDENTS ARE TERROR-RELATED.
BUT WE REPEAT,
THIS IS ONLY SPECULATION AT THIS POINT.
ALL NON-CRITICAL CASUALTIES ARE BEING TRANSPORTED...
NINA: BUT WHAT'S AVAILABLE?
EVERY TRUCK YOU CAN SPARE, EVERY AMBULANCE, EVERY CREW,
WE NEED THEM ON THE ROAD TO TORONTO IMMEDIATELY.
PARKER: I UNDERSTAND. (PHONE BEEPS OFF)
ALL RIGHT, TEAM, THEY'VE JUST UPGRADED THIS THING
TO A CATEGORY ONE EMERGENCY.
FIRE AND EMS FROM DURHAM ARE ON THEIR WAY.
WE'RE REACHING OUT TO HALTON, PEEL AND YORK.
IT'S ALL HANDS ON DECK.
SAM: HAVE YOU CONTACTED THE MILITARY?
(PARKER'S CELL BUZZES)
PARKER: YEAH, WE'VE GOT UNITS FROM CFB BORDEN.
THEY'RE GONNA CONTROL THE STREETS
AND SET UP A MASS CASUALTY TRIAGE AT THE STADIUM,
ALL THE HOSPITALS ARE GONNA BE OVER CAPACITY.
WINNIE: ED, I'VE GOT YOUR WIFE ON THE LINE.
ED: WINNIE, TELL HER I'LL CALL HER AS SOON AS I CAN.
TELL HER WHAT'S GOING ON HERE.
PARKER: SPIKE, WHAT'RE WE LOOKING AT?
SPIKE: I CAN'T TRACE IT. IT'S A DISPOSABLE CELL.
THE VOICE HAS BEEN DIGITALLY ALTERED.
I CAN'T UNSCRAMBLE IT
BUT IT'S A FAIR GUESS IT'S A "HE."
THAT NARROWS IT DOWN.
ANYTHING IN THE BACKGROUND?
NO. I'VE FILTERED IT, I'VE BOOSTED IT,
BUT ALL I'M GETTING IS HIM.
MALE VOICE: YOUR RANK DOESN'T IMPRESS ME.
ARE YOU THE ONE RUNNING THE SHOW?
PARKER: HE HATES AUTHORITY. HE'S SETTING HIS OWN TERMS.
MALE VOICE: THE BUILDING YOU'RE IN IS STILL STANDING.
NICE WORK, PUPPET!
"PUPPET."
HE'S THE MASTER...
AND HE'S PULLING ALL THE STRINGS.
(PHONES RING, RESPONDERS ANSWER)
(SOUND OF VOICES NEARBY)
JULES: (CALLS OUT) HELLO!
(DEBRIS SCRAPES) CAN YOU HEAR ME?!
DAYCARE WORKER: (SLIGHTLY MUFFLED) HEY! HEY! OVER HERE!
JULES: WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!
DELLA: DELLA!
JULES: DELLA, MY NAME'S JULES. MY TEAM'S HERE.
WE'RE GONNA COME GET YOU, OKAY?
DELLA: THERE'S A HURT LITTLE BOY IN HERE!
PLEASE HURRY!
(WHISPERS) CAREFUL, JULES.
(JULES CRIES OUT IN PAIN)
SAM: JULES!
ED: JULES, WHAT'S GOING ON?!
JULES: (TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
I'M OKAY.
REBAR DUG INTO MY LEG. I'M OKAY.
(GRUNTS IN PAIN AS SHE MOVES FORWARD)
(PARKER'S CELL BUZZES)
PARKER: (PHONE BEEPS) DEAN. SON.
DEAN: DAD. (SIGHS, RELIEVED)
YOU DIDN'T ANSWER. I JUST...
WE DIDN'T KNOW.
PARKER: I'M FINE, I'M FINE.
DEAN: ED?
PARKER: ED'S FINE, WE'RE ALL FINE.
HOW ABOUT YOU? YOU'RE STILL AT SCHOOL, RIGHT?
DEAN: IT'S STUDY DAY, REMEMBER?
I'M DOWNTOWN WITH MIRA, WE'RE SHOPPING FOR PROM.
(ALARMED) WHERE ARE YOU?
DEAN: I'M ON GERRARD.
PARKER: IS CLARK WITH YOU?
DEAN: (WORRIED) HE WAS. HE SPLIT OFF, DAD.
HE WENT TO GET A PERMIT.
PARKER: A PERMIT FOR WHAT?
DEAN: FOR THE PROM - THAT OUTDOOR PARTY.
DO YOU KNOW WHERE?
DEAN: NO.
PARKER: DID YOU TRY HIS CELL?
YEAH, NO ANSWER. DAD, WHAT'S GOING ON?
EVERYBODY'S FREAKING OUT, THEY'RE SAYING IT'S TERRORISM.
PARKER: DEAN, WE'RE FIGURING IT OUT, BUDDY, ALL RIGHT?
I WANT YOU AND MIRA TO GO TO THE STATION.
WAIT FOR ME THERE.
DEAN: OKAY.
PARKER: DON'T GO INTO THE SUBWAYS AND AVOID PUBLIC BUILDINGS,
YOU HEAR ME?
AVOID PUBLIC BUILDINGS.
JUST KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN, ALL RIGHT?
DEAN?
(LINE GOES DEAD)
PARKER: DEAN. DEANO!
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
NINA: HEY, WE JUST LOST A WHOLE CELL PHONE ZONE DOWNTOWN.
LINES ARE OVERLOADED.
PARKER: THAT'S JUST GONNA ACCELERATE EVERYBODY.
SPIKE: THAT'S JUST WHAT OUR GUY WANTS -
FEAR FOR FEAR'S SAKE.
PARKER: WHAT IF WE MAKE A PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT ON TV,
ACKNOWLEDGE WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE.
SPIKE: IT'LL MAKE OUR GUY EVEN HAPPIER.
MORE ATTENTION, MORE VALIDATION,
MORE MASS PANIC.
PARKER: BUT IF WE DON'T WARN PEOPLE TO BE VIGILANT,
WE COULD BE PUTTING THEM AT RISK.
FEAR'S ABOUT NOT HAVING ANSWERS.
WINNIE, GET ME THE MAYOR'S OFFICE.
WE NEED TO GO PUBLIC, NOW.
SOMEONE NEEDS TO TALK TO THE CITY.
WINNIE: COPY.
(DELLA'S MUFFLED VOICE CARRIES AS SHE REASSURES KIDS)
JULES: I SEE IT! THE DAYCARE'S UP AHEAD.
(RUBBLE SCRAPES AS JULES CLEARS PATH)
DELLA: WE'RE GONNA BE OKAY.
WE'RE GONNA GET OUTTA HERE AND WE'RE GONNA BE OKAY.
(JULES GRUNTS, VENT CRASHES)
BOY: THERE'S SOMEONE HERE!
DELLA: (GASPS) OH, THANK GOD!
OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE TO HELP HIM!
PLEASE! PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO HELP HIM!
(PANICKED) HE'S STUCK THERE! PLEASE!
DELLA. DELLA!
DELLA, STOP IT! LOOK AT ME.
YOU'VE HELD IT TOGETHER FOR THESE KIDS
THIS LONG, OKAY?
YOU JUST NEED TO KEEP ON DOING THAT.
JUST KEEP BREATHING.
(CALMS A BIT)
LET'S GO. OKAY...
COME ON, COME ON.
HI, HONEY. CAN YOU TALK TO ME?
BUDDY?
BUDDY! (HOWIE STIRS, MOANS)
HI! HI. ARE YOU OKAY?
I'M GONNA GET YOU OUTTA HERE.
ALL RIGHT, DELLA, I WANT YOU TO GATHER THE KIDS,
GET THEM READY.
WHEN I GET OUR FRIEND OUT, WE'RE GONNA GO.
WANNA SEE HOW STRONG I AM?
YEAH?
DELLA: IT'S GONNA BE OKAY, ALL RIGHT?
WE'RE GONNA GO HOME SOON.
CHILD: I'M SCARED.
(JULES GRUNTS IN PAIN)
UNGH! THAT'S MY JACK!
LET'S SEE HOW STRONG I AM.
(PUMPS JACK, DEBRIS CRUMBLES)
JULES: DO YOU FEEL THAT? HOWIE: MM-HMM.
JULES: GOOD. CAN YOU MOVE YOUR LEGS?
HOWIE: (MOANS) YEAH... JULES: YEAH?
DELLA: (SIGHS WITH RELIEF)
(JULES AND HOWIE GRUNT AS SHE PULLS HIM FREE)
JULES: LET'S GET YOU TO YOUR MOM. HOW 'BOUT THAT?
HE'S OKAY. LET'S GO.
CHILD: I MISS MY MOM.
JULES: LET'S GO! WE'RE GONNA GET YOU OUTTA HERE, OKAY?
YES, SIR, I UNDERSTAND. I WILL DO MY BEST.
THE MAYOR GOT CAUGHT IN THE BLAST AT CITY HALL.
HE'S BEING TREATED. (SIGHS HEAVILY)
THE DEPUTY MAYOR WANTS A UNIFORM
TO TALK TO THE CITY.
BOSS, NO ONE BETTER.
LET'S GET YOU SET UP.
JULES, DELLA AND KIDS: (GRUNTING AND COUGHING)
(GRUNTS OF EFFORT)
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(GRUNTS OF EFFORT)
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NEWS ANCHOR: WE GO NOW TO THIS CRITICAL INCIDENT'S OFFICER IN CHARGE,
SERGEANT GREGORY PARKER
FROM THE POLICE SERVICE'S STRATEGIC RESPONSE UNIT.
SERGEANT?
YOU'RE PROBABLY AWARE
THAT THE CITY'S FACING AN EMERGENCY SITUATION;
TWO EXPLOSIONS RIGHT IN THE HEART OF OUR CITY.
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
THAT WE'VE GOT A LOT OF GOOD FOLKS ON THE CASE,
RESPONDERS FROM THE CITY AND FROM SURROUNDING REGIONS
ARE ALL WORKING TOGETHER TO KEEP YOU SAFE,
AND TO KEEP EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL.
NOW, YOU'RE GONNA HEAR A LOT OF SPECULATION
AND MAYBE SOME RUMOURS,
'CAUSE THAT'S JUST WHAT HAPPENS IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS,
AND SOME OF IT MAY BE ALARMING.
BUT I WANNA TELL YOU THAT THE BEST WAY TO STAY SAFE
IS TO STAY CALM AND TO LOOK OUT AFTER EACH OTHER.
HIGHWAYS, ROADS, CELL PHONES, 911 -
PLEASE USE THESE AS SPARINGLY AS YOU CAN
BECAUSE IF THESE SYSTEMS ARE OVERLOADED
THEY WILL SHUT DOWN.
TODAY IS THE KIND OF DAY
THAT WE'LL ALL LOOK BACK AT, YEARS FROM NOW,
AND REMEMBER EXACTLY WHERE WE WERE
AND WHAT WE DID.
WE HAVE A CHANCE TO MAKE CHOICES HERE
THAT WE WILL BE PROUD OF.
TODAY'S THE DAY THAT WE DID NOT LET FEAR BREAK US DOWN,
AND TURN US AGAINST EACH OTHER.
THIS WAS THE DAY THAT WE TOOK CARE OF EACH OTHER.
THE DAY THAT WE SAID NO TO TERROR,
TOGETHER.
I WANT US ALL TO THINK ABOUT
HOW WE WANT TO REMEMBER THIS DAY.
IT'S UP TO US.
I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION,
AND FOR YOUR COURAGE.
NEWS ANCHOR: THANK YOU, SERGEANT PARKER. WE RETURN NOW TO OUR LIVE...
WHAT'D YOU THINK, SPIKE? CHEESY?
NOT CHEESY, BOSS.
(SIGHS)
PARAMEDIC: YOU GOTTA STAY OFF THIS LEG.
HOW'S THE PAIN?
(IGNORING IT) PAIN'S PAIN.
ED: WELL, WHAT DO MEAN THE BOYS ARE DOWNTOWN?
PARKER THEY WENT SHOPPING TOGETHER, THEN CLARK SPLIT OFF.
THAT'S ALL I KNOW.
ED: WELL, DID HE SAY WHERE HE WAS GOING?
PARKER: TO GET A PERMIT FOR A PARTY.
ED: GREG, THAT'S AT A MUNICIPAL BUILDING.
I, I... I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET A HOLD OF HIM.
PARKER: EDDIE, I'M SURE HE'S FINE. IT'S PROBABLY CELL TOWERS.
ED: (PANICKED) WELL... WELL, WHAT AM I GONNA DO?
WHAT DO I... WHAT AM I GONNA SAY TO SOPHIE?
PARKER: LOOK, ED,
JUST WAIT TILL WE HAVE MORE INFORMATION,
BEFORE SHE GETS WORRIED FOR NOTHING.
ED! OKAY, I'LL FIGURE IT OUT.
I GOTTA GO. YEAH?
LEAH: I GOT A CASUALTY REPORT.
WHAT DO WE GOT?
FORTY-ONE GREEN, ELEVEN YELLOW,
SEVENTEEN RED, AND TOO MANY DEAD.
WHOEVER DID THIS...
IS GONNA GET HIS ASS NAILED TO THE WALL.
OKAY. THANKS, LEAH.
DONNA: HEY. WE'RE DONE TAGGING.
THEY WANT US OVER AT THE NEXT BOMB SITE,
PRIORITY ONE. OKAY.
WHAT?
IT'S CLARK. HE'S AT A MUNICIPAL BUILDING
AND I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM HIM.
CITY HALL? DONNA, I DON'T KNOW.
ED, I'M HEADED THERE.
I'LL CALL YOU AS SOON AS I CAN, OKAY?
COME ON, WHAT'RE THE ODDS, RIGHT?
OKAY.
I'LL CALL YOU WHEN I GET THERE.
NK YOU. . ALL RIGHT?
SAM: HOW'S THE LEG, JULES?
DID YOU TALK TO YOUR FOLKS?
I CAN'T GET A HOLD OF 'EM.
I'M SURE THEY'RE FINE, THOUGH.
YEAH. HOW ARE YOU?
WE'RE GOOD.
SO YOU STILL HAVEN'T HEARD FROM HIM AT ALL?
SOPHIE: I HAVEN'T.
IT'S NOT LIKE HIM, NOT THIS LONG.
ED: WELL, YOU KNOW, SOPH, LIKE I SAID, HE'S PROBABLY...
PROBABLY JUST GOT HIS HEADPHONES ON, SO...
SOPHIE: ED, I'M WORRIED. WHY HASN'T HE CALLED?
I MEAN, WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED?
SOPH, WE'RE GONNA GET HIM HOME OKAY.
HE'S GONNA BE FINE.
SPIKE: GUYS, CHECK YOUR INBOXES.
ED: SOPH, I GOTTA GO. I LOVE YOU.
OKAY. (PHONE BEEPS)
SPIKE: 52 DIVISION JUST FORWARDED AN EMAIL
FROM THE GUY CLAIMING TO BE THE BOMBER.
IT COMES WITH A TUBE LINK.
CLAIMS TO BE HIS MANIFESTO.
HE SENT A TUBE LINK TO THE POLICE?
SPIKE: NO, TO THE MEDIA OUTLETS, AND THEY SENT IT TO US.
(CLICKS ON THE LINK)
BOMBER: I LIKE TO THINK OF MYSELF AS A THOUGHT-PROVOKER,
A PROVOCATEUR.
BUT TO PROVOKE THOUGHT,
FIRST I NEED TO GET YOUR FULL ATTENTION.
WE LIVE IN MEDIA-SATURATED, TECHNOLOGY-FRACTURED,
SHORT-ATTENTION-SPAN TIMES;
IT'S NOT EASY TO SECURE AN AUDIENCE.
I HOPE WHAT I SET IN MOTION TODAY
HAS SUCCEEDED ON THAT FRONT.
SPIKE: THIS THING GOES ON FOR 47 MINUTES.
(SIREN WAILS NEARBY)
JULES: CAN YOU TRACK THE COMPUTER HE POSTED THAT FROM?
SPIKE: NO; HE'S TRANSCODED THE VIDEO -
I CAN'T GET TO THE ORIGINAL FILE,
AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE PUT IT UP USING A DUMMY ACCOUNT.
IT'S TOTALLY ANONYMOUS.
HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WAS A DUMMY ACCOUNT?
BECAUSE HE CALLED IT DUMMY, UNDERSCORE, ACCOUNT.
SAM: DID THE EMAIL ITSELF COME FROM THE SAME COMPUTER?
SPIKE: WELL, HE'S BEEN SO CAREFUL TO COVER HIS TRACKS,
I CAN'T SEE- (COMPUTER BEEPS)
HOLD ON A SECOND.
I THINK HE SLIPPED UP.
THIS PUBLICITY THING, HE SENT IT FROM A SMART PHONE.
I CAN BACK-TRACK THAT.
I CAN GET YOU A NUMBER.
PHONE NUMBER IS 555-0193.
I MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET A LOCATION TOO.
(COMPUTER BEEPS) NO. HE'S TURNED OFF THE GPS, BUT WE CAN STILL GET A NAME.
WINNIE?
THE SMART PHONE IS REGISTERED TO AN ANSON P. HOLT.
I'M SENDING HIS ADDRESS TO YOU NOW.
ED! LET'S MOVE, LET'S GO!
JULES: BOSS?
PARKER: YEAH, JULES, YOU STAY OFF THAT LEG.
I NEED YOUR HELP PROFILING.
LET'S FIGURE OUT WHO OUR "THOUGHT PROVOKER" IS,
MAYBE WE CAN FIGURE OUT WHERE HIS BOMBS ARE.
COPY.
SPIKE: ED, I'M ON MY WAY!
BOSS, THESE BOMBS ARE A HALF HOUR APART.
IF HE'S STICKS TO HIS PROMISE...
PARKER: I KNOW;
ELEVEN MINUTES TILL THE NEXT ONE BLOWS.
(DOOR CRASHES OPEN)
SPIKE: CLEAR! ED: CLEAR!
SAM: CLEAR! LEAH: CLEAR!
ED: GREG, HE'S NOT HERE.
JULES: BOSS, I THINK HE SEES THIS AS TAKING A STAND
FOR PERSONAL FREEDOM;
THE LIBERTY OF THE INDIVIDUAL AGAINST CONTROL -
ANY KIND OF CONTROL.
HE WANTS TO SHOW WE CAN ALL FIGHT BACK
BY CLAIMING OUR OWN PERSONAL AUTONOMY.
PARKER: CUT THE PUPPET STRINGS. I GET IT, JULES,
BUT IT'S JUST GENERAL THEORETICAL JUSTIFICATION.
JULES: YEAH, BUT LOOK,
HE ACTUALLY LISTS THE FORCES HE'S FIGHTING AGAINST.
EACH ONE GETS A GRAPHIC.
WHAT IF EACH ONE IS A TARGET HE'S PLANNING ON HITTING?
THE GOVERNMENT FEDERAL BUILDING.
BOMBER: JUST LIKE A SECURITY BLANKET, THE SAFETY IS ALL AN ILLUSION,
AND THE CHILD THAT DEPENDS ON IT
WILL SOON BE FORCED TO GROW UP.
"COMMUNICATIONS" -
THAT'S WHAT HE CALLS THE CITY'S "SECURITY BLANKET."
WELL, THAT'S 911 - THE PEOPLE WHO KEEP US SAFE.
JULES: PETTY POLITICS?
SPIKE: CITY HALL.
IT'S ALL LINING UP.
SPIKE: HOW MANY FORCES IS THIS GUY FIGHTING AGAINST?
JULES: SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE...
WE GOT TEN TARGETS.
OKAY, WE'RE ONTO THIS BASTARD. GOOD WORK, JULES.
PARKER: BUT THAT DOESN'T TELL US WHERE THE BOMBS ARE.
"JUSTICE" CAN MEAN ANY COURTHOUSE.
"MEDIA" COULD MEAN ANY TELEVISION STATION.
ANSON HOLT IS A PSYCHOLOGIST.
GO HEAD, WINNIE.
WINNIE: HE'S A PROFESSOR AT BROOKFIELD UNIVERSITY.
LOTS OF PUBLICATIONS, MAJOR RESEARCH GRANTS,
LECTURE TOURS...
AND ONE OF THE HIGHEST STUDENT RATINGS OF THE FACULTY.
(COMPUTER BEEPS) OH! CORRECTION.
HE WAS "LET GO" FROM THE UNIVERSITY
FIVE YEARS AGO.
WHY?
WINNIE: NO REASON ANYONE WAS WILLING TO PUT ON THE RECORD.
ALL RIGHT, GET ME THE HEAD OF THE PSYCHOLOGY DEPARTMENT,
AND I'LL GET IT OUT OF THEM.
WINNIE: DAY LIKE TODAY, BOSS, I'M GONNA DO MY BEST, BUT-
(SNAPS) WINNIE, JUST FIND THEM.
SORRY, BOSS, WILL DO.
(ED'S PHONE RINGS)
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?
CLARK: (GASPS) DAD...
CLARK, WHAT'S GOING ON? TALK TO ME!
TALK TO ME.
CLARK: (GASPS IN PAIN) CAN'T MOVE.
CLARK?
CLARK, YOU'RE AT CITY HALL?
(CLARK GROANS)
(VOICE HITCHES) ARE YOU IN CITY HALL?
CLARK: (GROANS) YES...
RUSH!
OKAY, OKAY, STAY WITH ME.
CLARK: CAN'T... (GRUNTS)
ED: IT'S OKAY, JUST STAY WITH ME.
CLARK: (GROANING) I'M HERE.
ED: CALL DONNA, TELL HER CLARK'S AT CITY HALL.
TRACK HIS PHONE.
I'M COMING TO GET YOU, STAY WITH ME.
SPIKE: BOSS, YOU COPY THAT?
YEAH, I DID, SPIKE.
BOSS, THERE WAS A FALSE BACK ON HIS OFFICE BOOKSHELF.
WHAT WAS HE HIDING?
SAM: SOME PRETTY DISTURBING BOOKS.
"EMBRACING SADISM." "THE COURAGE TO DOMINATE."
HE'S GOT A PRIVATE DVD COLLECTION,
PLAIN COVERS.
JULES: HEY, GUYS, I THINK I FOUND ANOTHER TARGET.
HE'S HIT COMMUNICATIONS, BIG GOVERNMENT,
PETTY POLITICS.
BUT HIS BIGGEST GRUDGE TO DATE IS EDUCATION.
LISTEN TO THIS.
BOMBER: SUBSTITUTE "INSTITUTION OF HIGHER LEARNING"
FOR "INSTITUTION OF CONFORMING AND CRUSHING."
I WILL CRUSH YOU BACK.
CRUSH YOU WHERE IT BEGAN IN THAT LAB.
I WILL BE WATCHING YOU.
PARKER: HIS OLD WORKPLACE, WHERE HIS GRUDGE BEGAN.
WE NEED TO FIND THAT LAB.
(SIREN WAILS, HORN BLASTS, TIRES SQUEAL)
CLARK, LET ME ASK YOU, DO YOU FEEL ANY PAIN?
CLARK: (GROANING) YEAH, MY SIDE... IT HURTS.
LEGS... LEGS ARE KILLING.
ED: PAIN'S GOOD, BUDDY. IT MEANS YOUR SPINE'S OKAY.
(HONKING) NOW, CLARK, I KNOW THIS HARD,
BUT I NEED YOU TO JUST SLOW YOUR BREATHING
RIGHT DOWN FOR ME.
LET'S GET THAT HEART RATE DOWN, OKAY?
IT'LL HELP YOU THINK STRAIGHT,
YOU'RE NOT GONNA LOSE SO MUCH BLOOD.
I TAUGHT YOU SNIPER BREATHING, RIGHT, CLARK?
(NO RESPONSE)
CLARK?
(LABOURED BREATHS)
CLARK!
I KNOW IT'S HARD FOR YOU TO SPEAK, BUT...
CLARK, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME.
YOU ARE SUCH A STRONG KID AND I AM SO PROUD OF YOU.
NOW, I NEED YOU TO STAY STRONG.
I'M ON MY WAY.
(FIGHTING TEARS) I LOVE YOU, BUDDY. I LOVE YOU.
WINNIE: SARGE, I TRACKED DOWN THE DEAN OF PSYCHOLOGY,
MONICA BUTLER.
PARKER: THAT'S FANTASTIC, WINNIE!
(HORNS BLAST)
PARKER: PROFESSOR BUTLER?
MY NAME IS SERGEANT GREG PARKER.
I'M WITH THE POLICE STRATEGIC RESPONSE UNIT.
I NEED YOU TO ANSWER A FEW QUESTIONS.
UH, YES, OF COURSE.
PARKER: WHERE'S THE LAB ANSON HOLT WORKED
BEFORE HE WAS FIRED?
UH, THAT WAS THE OLD CASEY JEFFERS BUILDING,
BUT THAT'S NOT IN USE ANY MORE. WHY?
PARKER: OKAY, JUST HOLD ON THE LINE.
WINNIE? I WANT A CITYWIDE SEARCH FOR ANSON HOLT.
ANYONE WHO'S NOT AT A BOMBSITE IS LOOKING FOR THIS BASTARD.
AND WHICH TEAM IS CLOSEST TO THE CASEY JEFFERS BUILDING
RIGHT NOW?
DONNA. TEAM THREE.
PARKER: GREAT. DONNA, YOU HEAR ME?
DONNA: YEAH, BOSS. (CALLING OUT) CLARK!
PARKER: DONNA, I NEED YOU TO GET TO THAT LAB.
THERE COULD BE ANOTHER BOMB THERE.
DONNA: I'M AT CITY HALL LOOKING FOR CLARK.
(CALLING OUT) ANYBODY HEAR ME?
PARKER: DONNA, YOU'RE THE CLOSEST TEAM TO THAT SITE, ALL RIGHT?
I'LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU.
DONNA: I KNOW PROTOCOL, BOSS, BUT THIS IS ED'S KID.
ED: DONNA, I'M ALMOST THERE. YOU GOTTA GO.
GET TO THE LAB - PRIORITY OF LIFE.
DONNA: (CALLING OUT) CLARK! EDDIE, I'M RIGHT HERE!
DONNA, I GOT IT.
DONNA: (CALLING OUT) CLARK?
DONNA, THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING.
DONNA: JIMMY, WE GOTTA GO.
TEAM THREE, LET'S MOVE!
DONNA, STAY SAFE.
DONNA: ALWAYS, EDDIE.
PARKER: EVERYONE, YOU ARE THE HEART AND SOUL.
ALL OF YOU, THANK YOU.
(SIRENS WAIL)
SOPH, WE KNOW WHERE HE IS.
BUT LISTEN TO ME...
SOPHIE, HE'S HURT. HE'S IN ONE OF THE BUILDINGS.
OH, ED...
ED: LOOK, I KNOW YOU'RE SCARED AND I'M SCARED TOO,
BUT HE'S TOUGH.
SOPHIE: (SOBBING) ED: SOPH, HE'S TOU-
(PHONE BEEPS) HOLD ON, HOLD ON, SOPH.
I GOT EMS. HOLD ON, PLEASE.
STEVE.
STEVE: ED, WE TRACKED HIS CELL SIGNAL
TO THE SECOND LEVEL OF THE PARKING GARAGE,
BUT WE HAVEN'T FOUND HIM YET.
HOLD ON! ED! ED! I GOT THE CAR.
I'M SORRY, ED, BUT UH...
IT'S CRUSHED UNDER CONCRETE.
IT'S NOT LOOKING GOOD.
OKAY, I'M RIGHT THERE.
SOPH?
NOW, I'M GONNA GET HIM OUT.
NOW YOU GOTTA BELIEVE THAT, 'KAY?
I'M GONNA BRING HIM HOME, OKAY, BABY?
(SOBBING, DEVASTATED)
DONNA: GUYS...
I THINK I'VE GOT A POSITIVE ID ON ANSON HOLT.
HE'S HERE AT THE LAB.
(SIREN WAILS)
PARKER: ALL RIGHT, DONNA,
THERE ARE BOMBS TICKING DOWN ALL ACROSS THIS CITY;
NO TIME FOR KID GLOVES.
DONNA: COPY. GO.
ANSON HOLT, PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!
TEAM THREE: SRU! ON THE GROUND! POLICE! GET DOWN NOW!
GET DOWN ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW!
GET ON THE GROUND!
DONNA: TURN HIM.
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.
DONNA: YOU MAKE ONE MOVE I DON'T TELL YOU TO MAKE,
YOU GET SHOT,
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!
GOOD!
PARKER: DONNA, WHAT'S GOING ON?
DONNA: HE'S STRAPPED TO AN M112 DEMOLITION CHARGE,
AND HE'S WATCHING THE WHOLE CITY CARNAGE
ON HIS COMPUTER SCREENS.
PARKER: DONNA, I'M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.
PROFESSOR BUTLER, WHY DID ANSON HOLT GET FIRED?
ETHICAL ISSUES WERE BROUGHT TO OUR ATTENTION.
LISTEN TO ME, PROFESSOR, IN UNDER TWO MINUTES,
I'M GONNA TRY TO TALK THIS MAN OUT OF BLOWING UP
MORE INNOCENT CIVILIANS.
PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED IN THAT LAB.
HE WAS FIRED BECAUSE OF A SERIES
OF PSYCHOLOGICALLY ABUSIVE EXPERIMENTS
THAT HE PERFORMED THERE ON STUDENT VOLUNTEERS.
HE WAS A SADIST?
YES.
ONE WOMAN DOWNRANGE, THE REST OF YOU GO.
JIMMY: SOMEBODY'S GOTTA COVER HIM.
IF HE MAKES A PLAY WHEN YOU'RE WORKING...
DONNA: OKAY, OKAY. JIMMY, STAY.
THE REST OF YOU GO.
YOU'RE GONNA RAISE YOUR ARMS, VERY SLOWLY,
AWAY FROM YOUR BODY, INTO THE AIR.
DO IT.
YOU'RE GONNA TALK TO ME, HOLT.
YOU TELL ME WHERE THE REST OF THE BOMBS ARE!
WINNIE!
WINNIE: ARE YOU OKAY?
YEAH, WE'RE FINE.
OKAY. (TYPES FURIOUSLY)
ED: STEVE! STEVE!
STEVE: ED! ED: WHERE IS HE?
STEVE: THE PHONE SIGNAL'S HERE, MAN. IT'S GOTTA BE HIM.
CLARK!
(STARTS SHIFTING DEBRIS)
CLARK!
DONNA: SPIKE, I GOT NO TIMER. I GOT C4 AND WIRES.
THIS DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOUR 911 BOMB.
DONNA, IF THERE'S NO TIMER ON THE BOMB,
THEN YOU CAN WAIT TILL I GET THERE.
DONNA: NO! I CAN HANDLE IT.
HOW MANY WIRES DO YOU SEE?
DONNA: UH... (COUNTING TO HERSELF)
EIGHTEEN.
JIMMY: ARMS UP!
OKAY, THE BOMB'S EXPOSED, THAT'S GOOD.
NOW, JUST FIND THE DETONATOR.
DONNA: I DON'T SEE ANY DETONATOR.
SPIKE: NO, THERE'S GOTTA BE A DETONATOR.
DONNA: I DON'T SEE IT, I'M LOOKING.
IS THIS THE FASTEST WAY?
SAM: IT'S THE ONLY WAY.
EVERY ON RAMP AND HIGHWAY IS JAMMED RIGHT NOW.
WE'RE GOING AS FAST AS WE CAN.
JULES: DONNA, HOW'S OUR SUBJECT?
DONNA: QUIET, CO-OPERATIVE - COULD BE THE GUN ON HIS HEAD.
JULES: BOSS, THIS MAKE ANY SENSE TO YOU?
IF HE WAS GONNA BLOW HIMSELF UP,
WHY DIDN'T HE ALREADY DO IT?
DONNA: THIS IS YOUR VERY LAST CHANCE.
TELL ME WHERE THE DETONATOR IS RIGHT NOW!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
WHAT'RE YOU LOOKING AT?
PARKER: TEAM THREE, I'M HERE. WHAT DO YOU SEE, DONNA?
DONNA: I GOT A BLINKING CAMERA IN THE CEILING.
GET OUTTA THERE, NOW!
(HOLT BREATHING HARD)
MOVE!
AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
(LOUD BOOM, GLASS BURSTS, DEBRIS CRASHES)
BOSS!
I'M OKAY.
(DEAN SIGHS WITH RELIEF)
(TEAM SIGHS WITH RELIEF)
HOLT WASN'T THE BOMBER. HE WAS THE BAIT, EDDIE.
SHE'S GONE, EDDIE.
SHE WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM.
SONOFABITCH.
(VOICE HITCHES) SONOFABITCH!
(BOMBER BLOWS OUT HIS BREATH, EXHILARATED)
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(SOUNDLESS SCREAM OF RAGE)