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MICHELLE: Deep breath.
There we go. Deep breath.
There we go, there we go.
Okay...
okay.
Good, very good.
[metal clanks]
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.
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.
MICHELLE: Oh, my God.
Everybody, clear out! There's a bomb!
MAN: Go, go, go!Clear out, clear out!
Michelle, you need to get out.
I can fix this, I can fix this.
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!
[explosion]
♪♪
It's okay. You got it.
It's arterial! Gotta bypass the tourniquet!
We need a clamp! We need a clamp!
MAN: Please...
Shit, dropped it. Hang in there. Hang in there.
It hurts!
Fuck! Fuck!I know.
Almost there, almost there.
Push 50 milligrams of Midazolam right now.
Quickly!
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.
He's stabilizing.
[beeping steadily]
There you go. There you go.
Thank you.
Hey, Frank. How you doing, man?
Hey, doc, you're in early.
Yeah, giving my favorite doctor the night off.
Hey.
[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."
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.
♪♪
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 here for Bobby.
MICHELLE: I am not leaving, I am not leaving.
[rapid beeping] I am not leaving you. No! No!
[explosion]
♪♪
[helicopters whirring]
Surprise!
Bobby, hey!
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?
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.
Why?
Are we going somewhere after dinner?
Look inside the scarf.
No way! Tickets for tonight?
Mm-hmm.
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.
[siren wailing]
Special Agent McBride, this is Agent Ellis.
You are Ryan Ethan Quinn.
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.
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?
You're fucking daft.
I guess we'll see.
MCBRIDE: Let's take him to the Terminal building.
♪♪
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.
Watch your head.
Are you tooled up?
Yeah.
You stay with him, you keep your eye on him, yeah?
All right, good luck.
[engine turns over]
What's going on?
The FBI have Ryan.
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.
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]
What's he doing?
Now.
Veer left, veer left!
Watch the fence, watch the fence!
This is for you, you fucking asshole.
SEAN: Cut them off.
Jesus, got to be quick.
Jesus...
[gunshots firing]
It's a fucking ambush!
We got bulletproof glass, it's okay, it's okay.
Stay down!
Down! Down!
[gunshot fires]
[gunshot fires][grunts]
Danny, cover!
[gunshot fires]
Fuck you, cunt.
[gunshots firing]
This is the FBI! Drop your weapon!
[gunshot firing]
Fuck off!Drop your weapon!
Get down!
[shouting, indistinct]
[gunshot fires]
RYAN: Sean...
[gunshots firing]
[shouting, indistinct]
I got them.
[tires screeching]
[gunshots firing]
Shit!
Fucking move. Johnno, Danny, come on, let's go!
Where's my phone? Wow.
Get me directions to the nearest hospital.
Calculating. Mercy Hospital. Please proceed to the route.
Is that the birthday boy I see?
Not yet. Think fast!
Ho!
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".
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.
Come on, let's-- whoa!
Got ya!
[siren wailing]
Help. Medics!
FBI. We just got ambushed.
My partner is shot and so is our witness.
Careful. Easy.Got him.
Got him.
Here, let me get the cuffs off him. Here you go.
Go, go, go, go, go.
IV is Ready!
Get them inside.
Coming through, coming through!
Holy shit.
Bobby, come here, please.
What now?
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?
Kindest heart I know, you know that?
Just like your dad.
Can I go play in the tunnels?
No. You just stay right here.
I won't be long. Copy?
Copy.Okay.
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]
Three in a row, Paddy.
Gettin' dangerous.
That was a hell of a shot, wasn't it, huh?
Now, that, I can have a little of that, eh?
Water of life.
Yeah, the water of life.
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.
[phone rings]
Sean.
Dad.
Dad?
You only call me "Dad" when you're in trouble, son.
You're not in trouble, are ya?
We have a problem.
Oh?
The FBI took Ryan into custody.
They have all his files, everything on the business.
Christ.
We tried to get him out. Things got messy.
Dad...
Ryan got shot.
What are you fooling saying to me?
Sean?
Tell me Ryan is alive.
He is.
He better be.
Where'd they take him?
They've taken him to The Mercy.
Don't make another move until I get there.
How many bullets?
One in the neck. Ruptured an artery from what I can see.
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.
All right, everyone, let's prep OR 1.
DR. TERRENCE: Let's get busy.
[sighs] He's stable.
Okay, good.
I think I got the last bullet.
What's his pressure?
One thirty over 80.
Come on, come on, come on.
Easy does it.
There you go.What is that?
MICHELLE: It might be an exploding bullet.
Be careful.
Okay.
[explosion]
Is everyone okay?
I'm okay.
Yes, Sir, ambushed.
It 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.
Exploded?
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.
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.
A 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.
♪♪
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.
[keyboard clacking]
Excuse me, sweetheart.
I'm looking for Ryan Quinn's room.
[keyboard clacking]
Ryan Quinn.
Oh, I'm sorry, Sir.
That's been flagged as a private ward.
No visitors.
No visitors?
Well, I'm not a visitor,
I'm his fucking father.
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.
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]
♪♪
See you tomorrow, Dr. Miller.
Okay.
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?
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.
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]
There you are.
I thought I asked you to stay in the waiting area?
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.
Thanks.Yeah.
Wait. We got company.
[clears throat]
Afternoon, fellas.
Hi. How's it going?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 their first baby, you know how it is.
Right. [chuckles]
Well, you still gotta pay for parking.
Not a bother.
Take care. Bye.
I don't like him checking us out like that.
Neither do I.
Come on, let's make a move.
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?
[cocks gun]Hey, you.
Put the phone down, get up against the wall.
Johnno.Drop it, fucker.
Okay.
I said, drop it!Okay, okay.
Don't fucking push it.
[gunshot][screaming]
Oh, my God.
Christ.
Come on.
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.
Come on! Round them up.
Paddy, please...
Fucking idiot.
You heard him, fucking move!
Boy, what the fuck you looking at?
[grunts]
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.
Paddy, please...
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?
Good man, Paddy.
[screaming]
Here, sit.
Sit. Here, have a seat. Sit down.
Over here.
Clean him up. You, clean him up.
Clean him up.
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?
PADDY: You tell me,
we will get him, and be on our merry way.
Simple as that.
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?
DR. 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.
Danny.
Christ, you okay?
Jesus.
♪♪
Where is he?
He was here.
I don't see him.
I assure you, he was here, with an FBI agent.
What agent?
Ellis. Agent Ellis.
They all came in together.
He's telling the truth.
How the fuck do you know?
Because I know.
Do ya?
[beeping]
PADDY: What ya doing?
SEAN: That's the little prick that nicked Ryan.
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.
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.
Come on, let's find Ryan.
MAN: Come on, then!
Watch the bag, lad.
Good man.
What the fuck? Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ, they killed him.
♪♪
[bang]
♪♪
For Christ's sake.
You could've gotten yourself shot.
You see anything?
No.
Still can't believe Paddy did that.
Oi, keep your mouth shut.
Danny's a fucking idiot.
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.
MICK: Understood?
Jesus, Frank.
They shot Shannon.
Oh, my God.
I gotta show you something.
♪♪
Huh?
MICHELLE: Those are the hostages.
Huh.
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.
Holy shit. Some doctor.
Skills from a past life.
What, as Wonder Woman?
MICHELLE: Tie him up.
And cut those wires.
Yeah, I'm on it.
♪♪
[whimpering]
Wait, wait.
Don't shoot!
A Clown. Get up.
Come with me. Come with me.
Move. Come on now. Move. Move.
Clown-- You used to love clowns.
Still do.
That's why I have five of them working for me.
Everybody's cool and calm. Good job.
Hello, big ears.
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.
Let's go! Move, move!
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]
♪♪
[shoe bangs]
The fuck?
♪♪
Ellis?
Ellis, it's Dr. Miller.
Agent Ellis?
ELLIS: Psst. In here.
[sighs]
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.
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: What-- what happened?
The meds are wearing off.
I'm gonna find him something.
Just... stay here.
[Ryan groaning]
Fucking move.
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.
Open it.
Hey, you! Can you hear me?
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.
Sir, that's Sean Quinn. Patrick Quinn's eldest son.
I know who the fuck that is.
Goddammit.
[grunts]
You think you're really fucking smart, don't you?
[grunts]
[panting]
ELLIS: Don't move.
Drop it. Now!
MICK: You come to shoot? Shoot. Don't talk.
MICHELLE: Thanks for the advice.
You okay?
Yeah, it's just a graze.
That was my da's man.
What the fuck did you just do?
SEAN: 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.
Yipee-ky-yay.
Ah, shit.
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.
Go, go, go!
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.
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?
All right?
Your dad just cut my fucking ear off.
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.
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.
[clears throat]
What do we have here?
The Quinns have men at all the exits.
Ambulance Bay, as well.
All guarded.
Fuck me.
Take a deep breath. It's going to sting.
Breathe in.
Good. There you go.
SEAN: 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.
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?
My dad wants me to take over the family business,
Sean's fucking livid.
So he shot you?
My brother's a fucking loonie.
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 it.
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 dad.
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.
SEAN: I know.
I saw that.
But Sean's only gonna use this against us.
Oh, my God.
ELLIS: You know what? 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?
Move. Move.
Sean?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]
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 onto this.
What are you gonna do?
What I swore I wouldn't.
CRUZ: What you got for me, Tim?
Captain Michelle Miller.
E.O.D.S. before becoming a Field Surgeon.
Purple Heart. Three-time Gold Star.
First tour in Afghanistan, she led a team in Operation Nasrat,
winning a Silver Star.
Her second tour, she trained the 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: Ma'am, we've got activity on the roof.
♪♪
Let's do everything we can to help that soldier.
Yes, Sir.
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: Sean.
Danny, what's the story?
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?
SEAN: What the fuck are you gonna do?
We don't have a choice, let's go.
[grunts] Jesus! Fuck!
[alarm ringing]
BOBBY: Ah!
Funny place for a lad to be hiding.
Who's this?
Time to say hello to Uncle Paddy.
[fire alarm ringing]
[bullet ricochets][grunts]
[gunshot fires]
[electricity crackling][grunting]
[energy surges as power cuts out]
Shit.
Oh, dammit. Dammit.
[panting]
Fuck.
DANNY: Hey, Paddy.
Look what I found!
Oh, the footballer.
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?
PADDY: 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.
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?
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?
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.
JOHNNO: Danny.
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 for 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.
Are you hurt?
No, I'm okay.
But there are explosives attached to my body.
AGENT JONES: Good God.
R. TERRENCE: They sent me out with a message.
AGENT JONES: What do they want?
And blast and fire...
DR. 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--
[explosion]
What was that?
What the fuck was that?
That was my brother.
CRUZ: Jesus.
You good, 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. I'll give that to 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 Sean.
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 know 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?
Like Ryan.
Yes, like Ryan.
Well, I'm sorry, Paddy, I don't have the fucking--
Come here.
I don't have the brains to become a lawyer like Ryan,
I'm sorry.
But let me tell you something,
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.
Fuck!
♪♪
Dr. Miller, did you get my message?
He was a good man.
Yeah, I know he was.
That's why I chose him.
But so was Mick.
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.
There's a morgue.
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.
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?
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 here, 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.
People, come on! Everybody in here!
Everybody, come on! Come on, come one!
Move! Move! Move!
No funny business or you're fuckin' dead!
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.
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!
SEAN: I want you all to fucking listen very carefully to me.
Behind you.
Stay still.
Arms up!
Turn around slowly.
Fuck! Come here!
[grunting]
This one's so easy.
[gasping]
Take that!
Cunt.
[Michelle gasping]
[Danny grunting]
[screams]
[grunts]
Fall back! Relax! Fall Back!
You fucking bitch!
[gunshots fire]
Johnno, go.
[gun cocks]
♪♪
Danny?
Oi!
Wake up!
[screams]
[scream echoing]
[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.
Have you lost 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 mom, see.
You stay close to me.
SEAN: Come on, Paddy.
Jesus Christ,
what the hell are they all waiting for?
The longer we wait,
the more Sean will take matters into his own hands.
[door creaks]
You stay right here.
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!
This is dangerous.
I'll be fine.
RYAN: He's right.
No matter what he told you,
my brother 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 pretty fucking bleeding.
MICHELLE: Just stay with me. I'll take a look.
PADDY: Come on, keep up.
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?
Go to your mommy.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--
I saw you, you shot right through my window.
[gunshot fires]
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 10 years
because she couldn't go home because of you!
[grunts]
Shut your fucking mouth.
Oh, yeah?Yeah.
Sean, stop it!
Stop! No!
[grunts]
Move, move, move, move!
CRUZ: Ready?
[grunts]
The snipers are in position and our men are in place.
Alright. Send them in.
Move in, now!
[grunts]
I need you to listen to me closely.
You know those tunnels, right?Mm-hmm.
[gunshot fires]
[grunting]
When I tell you so, I need you to run.
Freeze!
[gunfire]
[grunts]
What the fuck happened to you? What happened to you?
What the fuck do you mean happened to me?
[gunshot fires]
Dad?
I deserve 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 fires]
[gunshots fire]
[gunshot fires]
[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!
[gunshots fire]
[grunts]
♪♪
[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]
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...
♪♪
[beeping stops]
[scoffs]
♪♪
[sirens wailing]
Well, I'll be damned.
My God, you're shot.
Yeah.
Easy first assignment, huh?
Where's McBride?
He...
Fuck me.
Yeah.
Where's the kid?
What kid?
[rustling]
Hey, not tall boy.
Get up.
I said, get fucking up.
Are you deaf?
Good.
♪♪
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.
SEAN: You're such a clever boy, huh?
Brains to burn, very bright boy, huh?
Tell me...
is this the way out?
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 mommies 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.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 mommy is a lot fucking smarter than she looks, boy.
[screams]
[gunshot fires]
[panting]
Mom?
Okay...
♪♪
FEMALE 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.
Hey.Hey.
So Ryan made it, huh?
Yeah, luck of the Irish.
Guess Paddy might make it, too. [chuckles]
Some of the guys brought this from inside.
I thought you'd want it back.
Thank you.
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.
Now I can tell you one thing. she's an American hero.
None of us would be alive today if it wasn't for her courage.
You know...
you make a pretty good partner.
You're not so bad yourself...
for a rookie.
I had that one coming.
I'll...
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.
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.
♪♪