IMS Subtitles www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2016 (HORN BLASTS) (TRAIN HORN) (BRAKES SCREECH) # "99 Problems" - Jay Z # I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one # Hit me # The year's '94 and my trunk is raw # In my rear-view mirror is the m... law # Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor # (PHONE RINGS) And so I'm sitting there, staring at him, right? And he tells me to get my fucking crunchy fucking fucknuts the fuck out of there. Do you believe that shit? You know what I said, right? No, what did you say? "Shit. OK." You said "OK"! I'm sure you did! (HORN BLASTS) "Control Centre, this is Stillwell 1215." Go ahead, Stillwell 1215. I'm about four cars out of 57th Street station, delayed by a red signal light. Should be green, Stillwell 1215. Tell me something I don't know. Alright, roll through it slow, extreme caution, per the rulebook. Yeah, cracked rail. 900 feet from the east end of the platform. It's the goddamn cold. Metal contracts! I got it. How long it take to fix it? Gotta put a plate on it. Two hours. Thanks. Make it 90 minutes I'll buy you a beer. Shit, GB. I hate to see you down here on the floor, man. Temporary, baby. I'll be up there behind the glass before you know it. I'm gonna need the R train to switch to the express tracks at 34th. Which express tracks? The one that Q uses. They exit the 57th Street, they can switch to the F Line into Queens. They get to Queens, they switch back at 36th Street to the R Line. Suspend the W, N and R will pick up the slack. # I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one # I can't see where I gotta look. Unlock the door. Do it, or I'll fucking kill you. Do it. Alright. Shut up and walk. First car, go. See? I told you I could do this. Big fucking deal, you did what you said you'd do. Alright... Five minutes of peace. Yeah! (CHEERING) Nice. Alright. There you go. I'm on the train and I still got you. "You still got me?" I got you. What are you doing? "You still got me?" Oh, my God! Baby? Baby? Give me the cutting key. Cutting key. Control Centre, calling Pelham 123. Come in, Pelham 123. Why'd you stop? You're all green ahead. "Control Centre, calling Pelham 123." "You got green ahead." It's OK... Life is simple now. You just gotta do what I say. Where are you from? Brooklyn. You Irish? Yeah. I thought so. Who's driving Pelham 123? Maybe something fell on the tracks. Wait. Are we going backwards? 42nd Street tower, I got a train wrong-railing on the southbound Lexington Avenue Line, north of you. Listen up, we need to stop and stay in station, all southbound locals just north of the 51st Street station. The operator on 123 is Jerry Pollard. I know Jerry Pollard. I went to motorman school with Jerry. Pelham 123, come in to me, Pelham 123. "Pelham 123, Jerry Pollard, what's going on? This is Control Centre. What's going on, 123?" Get an express train to go alongside, see what we see in the cab. "South Ferry 105. I can't get my windshield wiper to turn on." South Ferry 105, there's a circuit breaker behind you for that. What's going on? Maestro, what's going on? Cop. Fuck! Watch your backs. When I say stop, stop it hard. Transit Police. Stop. (BRAKES SCREECH) (GUNSHOTS / SCREAMING) Everybody, sit the fuck down! Down! Sit the fuck down! "Jesus, we're getting reports of gunshots down the tunnel!" Sergeant Moran. Delgado, let's call off that express. Got it. (YELLS) I'm gonna die. Down! I'm gonna fucking die, man. Come on! Everybody, up by the window! Come on, up, up, up. Stand up. Stand up. Come on. (SCREAMING) Move it. Against the window. What the fuck is going on? There was a cop. Bashkin shot him. I think... I think he's dead. "Put Bashkin on and find your fucking guts!" "Do it." Fuck. "What happened?" A cop. He's dead. Put the conductor on. "What's your name, conductor?" Regina. Regina, baby, listen, you got a job to do, honey. A job? God put you on this earth for one thing and one thing only. Conduct those people off the train and up to the platform. You got that? Let me hear it. Let me hear you do that. Listen up, everybody. We're gonna go back to the platform. I need everybody to... "Regina, let's do it again." Conduct those people! Listen up, everybody! We're gonna head back towards the platform. Slowly get up. "I'm gonna get you off this train." Good. Now, we're gonna be on the tracks, so if you don't need it, leave it. Right here, right here! Right here, right here. Cross right here, right here! (SHOUTING) Cross over right here, right here. Let's go! Up the stairs. Here you go. Every cop is on the way. Maybe it wasn't shots. It could be blowing the breakers. Or the motor blew? No, this is on purpose. Yeah, I'm coming. Get the fuck off the walls. Get the fuck off and come on. Shit. Come on! Ramos! Turn the power off from there down. What? Turn the power off from there down! OK, I got it! My fucking lucky day. Shit. What the fuck is wrong with you, man? "Pelham 123 to Rail Control Centre. Do you read me?" Yes, I read you, Pelham 123. This is Control Centre. Who is this? (LAUGHS) It's me, man! "I didn't wanna call till everything was ready." (It's not Jerry.) I don't know who it is. I understand, Pelham 123. Who the hell is this? The man who's gonna rock this city. The man who's gonna give the city a run for the money. "Look up at your screen and you tell me what you see." "You see what I've done?" I see it. One car is much more manageable than 10 with the manpower I got. Mr Motorman's gonna tell you about it. They got hostages, lots of 'em. "And they got machine guns." (That's Jerry!) (That's Jerry.) "Yeah, that's right." Check me, do you understand that? I check. I understand. Didn't I tell you to knock first? ..this is what we call a cash transaction. Now, you understand commodities, don't you? You know, pork bellies? Gold? Light crude? Listen, no disrespect, but maybe I'm not the guy you should be talking to. You are exactly the guy I wanna talk to. Look at the ticker and tell me, what is the going rate for a New York City hostage today? You think a million dollars is too much? I do. I think it's corny. Get your calculator out. You got one? Er... "Do you have a calculator?" Yeah, we got one. I got one. OK, good. Add this up. You got $526,315 and 79 cents. "That's 526,315.79." "Now, times that by 19. What do you got?" What is he, a goddamn accountant? That's 10 million? What do you got? That comes out to 10 million plus one cent. That is a deal. You call the mayor and you tell him the price. "Tell him I want it in 100,000 $100 bills, you got that?" I got it. What about the one cent? Keep that, that's your broker fee. Now, I want the rest in plain suitcases, the kind with the wheels and the portable handle, OK? Now, this is not a futures contract. This is a spot trade. "That means there's a time limit on it. You got that? What do you think is a fair time limit?" You know, I don't know. I'm really just a guy - Come on, give me a time limit! Give me a fair time limit. Thursday. I was thinking more like an hour. Now, what's your watch say? 2.13. That's exactly what my watch says. So at 3:13, I want that money here, motherfucker. "And after that, there is a late fee." "What do you think that late fee is gonna be?" "Come on, tell me what it'll be." You're gonna kill the passengers? Commodities is what I start to kill. One for every minute past the deadline I am forced to wait. They become more valuable this way, and still at the same price. He's underground. He's never gonna pull this off. Don't tell me, tell him! Who the hell is this guy? I don't know! Garber, stay with it. What's your name? What's your name, my man? My name? What's your name? (Tell him?) Garber. Garber. OK. "Seriously, man, in 59 minutes, I'm gonna start killing passengers." My advice is to get on the phone, get the mayor notified now. Listen, I mean.... I'm just a civil-service employee. I can't get hold of the mayor. That's your problem! Who's responsible for who lives and dies in New York? "That's New York City's problem!" Get the fuck off the radio and notify the mayor, motherfucker! OK. Nine months of this and I'm free. Next mayor gets inaugurated, I'm gonna be in St Tropez on the beach with a pina colada. I will never have to ride the subway again. Never say never, sir. Never. What's next for the afternoon? East Harlem Elementary at 2:30. You're reading The Cat In The Hat. Every time I go to the schools, I get sick. Call Dr Katz, tell him I want him at the school, with a flu shot. Mayor's office! He's in car three! Yeah. What happened? Somebody just hijacked a 6 train. It's stopped in the tunnel between 51st and 42nd. Another idiot with a gun. What do we know? Unclear. I have a car waiting downstairs. Subway will get us there faster. Let the doors close. Tell them we'll meet them at 59th. Tell the conductor this is an express. Skip the next five stops. What? I gotta get to work! Hold on, hold on! Everyone gets where they need to go, we'll make all the stops. Maybe he's not such a douchebag after all, huh? (LAUGHS) Funny. (PHONE RINGS) Figures you'd be the one to get a call like this. Hostage negotiation is here in five minutes. The mayor's been notified. You gonna tell him? Get the fuck outta here. My shift's over in 10 minutes. What are you staring at? Your face. Remembering for when it's not here. You gonna start in on me? Damn right. Don't fuck this up, Garber. You wanna do it? It's your station, your call. Oh, it's my call now? That's right. Come on. "Pelham 123, come in, this is Rail Control Centre. Are you there?" Gerber, baby boy. What's up? Garber. Just wanted to let you know the mayor's been notified. Are they gonna pay? I don't know. I'm just the, er, what'd you call me, the broker. No, you represent the City of New York right now, buddy. You're dealing with one of the all-time bureaucracies. "It takes time." You'd better fix the bureaucracy! Because when the time comes, these motherfuckers, these hostages are gonna go real quick. You got it, you got it. Any other demands? Yeah, no fucking pizza for them either, man. No, I mean are you guys, like, are you terrorists? Do I sound like a terrorist? Do I terrorise you? Actually you don't, not that I ever talked to one. So, what, this is just about money? Oh, is there anything else? There's not dying. You live, you die. You go with the current or you fight it, you end up in the same place. Where's that, Jersey? You watch it. I was born there. I'm just saying, you're up in the motorman's cab. That means you're on the radio, which means that you're an easy target. You gotta know the drill. I know that soon I won't be alone and if I'm the first to get shot I'm the first of many to get shot. Correct, but you'd still be dead. Dead is an improvement on a lot of things I can think of, buddy boy. Sounds like he slept with my ex. You know, we all owe God a death. And I'm a man who pays his debts. Are you a man who pays his debts? Sure. TV, cable, and my mortgage. That's like dying once a month. You're a married man. Maybe. No, no, no. You're married, man. Married men have mortgages. What about you? You got a mortgage? Why don't you tell me, then we'll both know? I don't know. I'm sure someone out there loves you dearly and, er, would be worried about you. You're in the motorman's cab, you got no cover. Sniper on the way. Well, you know, circumstances are my protection because right now hostages are good insurance. By the way I see it, I'm pretty well protected. This reminds me of being in a confessional. Are you Catholic? I'm married, you're Catholic? Maybe. I don't know. You're Catholic. And a good Catholic would know he's got a trainload of innocent people. You don't wanna kill innocent people? A good Catholic knows that nobody is innocent. I'm not gonna kill all these hostages. I'd give up my leverage. Well, I hope you know what you're doing. It's running like a fucking Swiss watch down here, so don't worry about it. So what do I call you anyway? Call me Ryder. As in "train rider"? Call me Ryder with a Y. "Ryder." I like you, Garber. I do like you, man. You may be the last friend I ever make. Well, I hope you're wrong, Mr Ryder. But, you know, I'm just a guy. I'm just a guy on the other end of the mic. Oh, you don't think this was meant to be? "You don't think this was fate, you and me?" I don't know. Things happen that lead to other things. Maybe this was one of them, but that's it. I never get excited about coincidence. Well, you got 50 fucking minutes, so check me. Alright. 50 minutes, check. And don't call me unless you got news. You got it. Motherfucker. GB. You're fucking good, man. OK. Move it the other way. Alright, come on, move it. The other way. OK, now move it back a little less. Bingo. Got it. Alright, we got it. (PHONE RINGS) (SIREN WAILS) Who's talked to these jokers? That would be me. Under my supervision. Who are you? Vincent Camonetti, NYPD Hostage Negotiation Team. John Johnson, Chief Transportation Officer. Walter Garber. I'm Console Dispatch. What can you tell me? His name is Ryder with a Y. And he's asking for $10 million by 3:13. Good. He's looking toward the future. Right. Say what he'd do if he doesn't get the money? He said he'd kill a passenger every minute we go over. Starting at 3.13? Yes, sir. Anything else? He's smart. If he's smart, why is he doing something so fucking stupid? Is he on the train radio? Yeah. Any chance that we can get a signal down there? There's no chance, not where he is. What's this? "Leverage spot trade"? Yeah, it's weird. He's like a money guy, like Wall Street. He talked about the passengers like they were commodities. "Catholic"? Yeah, I think he's Catholic. You gonna tell us what his zodiac sign is now? I'm just saying, I think he's Catholic. Man asked me about Catholic. I'm giving my opinion. Unlike other people, I have an opinion. Can we settle this dispute later? Why do you think he's Catholic? Because he talked about Original Sin and confessions. I wrote it down. I didn't know what else to do. Did he ask for a priest? No. Good. Anything else? Er, he sounded like, the way he was talking, he sounded like he's not afraid to die. Well, it's early yet. The calls are coming through...? Right here. Hit the blue button, you can reach him and he'll come back. Mind if I take your seat? Go right ahead. Thank you, Walter. You're welcome. This is the six wire. You don't have to touch that one. That goes around the room. OK. Why don't you... Just hit the talk here... Take the rest of the day off. I thought I'd stick around, just make sure that... That wasn't a suggestion. So why don't you go home? Alright. You've got all the information over here. Wait for his call. We'll work it out now. Have him call headquarters. I gotta take a piss. So who's stopping you? Alright. We wouldn't wanna end up on any Amnesty International lists. So step up to the door, face out. Open the middle door. Do what you gotta do. Can I jump down there? You gotta go or don't you? I do, I gotta go. Step up, my man. Let's go, let's go. That kid's going places. Alright, close the doors. "Pelham 123, come in. Please come in." Alright, everybody, sit down! Who is this? This is Lieutenant Camonetti. I'm with the NYPD Hostage Negotiation Team. I'd like to talk to you. Where the fuck is Garber? Mr Garber is a train dispatcher. "This is now a police -" I wanna talk to Garber! I'm sorry, Mr Ryder, but Mr Garber is no longer involved. Motorman, up! Put Garber on the line. To be honest, Mr Garber has gone home. Put Garber on the fucking line or I kill the motorman! I guarantee you I am the best person for you to be talking to right now. I'll explain why. You were always gonna be the first one to go. (GUNSHOTS) Mr Camonetti, you got 60 fucking seconds before I kill another. OK? 59... Get him. Just get, Garber. 56... We're trying to locate Garber ASAP. Why did you do that? Mr Camonetti, or whatever fucking greaseball name you got, the City of fucking New York killed Jerry, OK? "53, 52, 51..." Garber. Garber! H-He killed Jerry Pollard, man! Come on, he wants to talk to you right now. He's here. He's on the way. 11, 10, 9... eight, seven, six... He's approaching the desk. ...five, four, three, two... Hey, it's me, it's Garber. Garber! You didn't say goodbye! You killed Jerry? No, the City of fucking New York killed Jerry, OK? "The biggest rat hole in the world fucking killed Jerry." Now you can chalk another victim up to NYC. "Can everybody hear me?" Yeah. Now you don't have to tell the cops they don't tell me how to do it. I fucking tell them! Don't you ever, ever leave me again. Or I'll hunt you down and I'll kill you. Now, you got 39... 39 minutes. Check me. 39, check. 1 This is Staley to ESU2. What's your position? ESU2 approaching car from south tunnel. Go, go, go. $10 million. I'll write him a cheque and get it over with. He wants it in cash. I was joking, LaSalle. But we've been given one hour to get the money together. Where do they get these numbers? Actually, ten's the limit, sir. Why is that? You sign a request to the city controller, he forwards it, cash gets released to the Federal Reserve. Limit is 10 million. Some idiot with a gun wouldn't know. I didn't. You're very busy, sir. How do you know that? Here he is. Henry, what's the situation? They killed a hostage. These guys may be the real deal. Guys? I thought there was one idiot with a gun. Multiple gunmen. They've got 18 hostages. They'll kill more in an hour. That's the time limit. What do we know? They're not amateurs. They stopped on a rise. They can see us coming either way. How long to get the money? I don't know. Find out. You're not thinking of paying these pricks? I'm thinking of buying time. Call the controller. Tell them we'll pay. What's with you and Garber, huh? Was he scheduled to work today? Yeah, absolutely, but... But what? He's only had this particular job for a couple weeks now. Why is that? He's under investigation. What? We're gonna suspend him with pay. What's he being investigated for? He went to Japan. He had to look at some new trains, and the allegation is that he took a bribe. Does he have a record? Not that I know. Sure? Yeah. I don't think so. (PHONE RINGS) I gotta take this. "The identity of the hijackers is unclear." "The Hostage Negotiation Team has just arrived at MTA headquarters to determine if this is a terrorist enterprise." Is that what we are? An enterprise? (LAUGHS) We're an enterprise! Well, pilot reports that the aircraft has begun its descent. This is Staley to ESU4. What's your ETA? "Approximately two minutes south of target." Why is the train called Pelham 123? Comes out of Pelham Bay at 1:23 in the afternoon. How did you end up with this call? It's a Lexington Avenue train. I got the Lexington Avenue desk. Can you think of a reason why you'd be targeted? Someone wanna hurt you? Something against you? No. You recognise his voice? Er, no. As I said, it was a coincidence it came through my desk. Did you pick this desk? Or was it assigned to you? Did I...? I said, did you pick this desk or was it assigned to you? Can I take my coat off? Doesn't make any sense. What doesn't? Guy you're talking to. He ain't a train dispatcher. Walter Garber. He's a big shot. Big shot at what? Rail Control. He runs things up there. At least he did before I went up. His name is Walter? Yeah. Dude like that shouldn't be answering the phone. Mr Ryder wants to talk to you. Right. Are you sure you don't have some sort of relationship with him? I assure you, whatever relationship I have with him is better than yours. Jerry, my friend, was killed while you were talking to Ryder. Maybe that's a question you should ask yourself. I didn't have anything to do with this. I didn't say that, but what I have in you is an unknown variable. People's lives are at stake. I understand that. So excuse me if I try to get comfortable with you. It ain't working, but OK. Now with that in mind, would you agree to a consensual search of your house? Take me 40-45 minutes to get a warrant. (STUTTERS) Yes, OK. Got him. Whoa! Walter Garber, right there. No shit, look at this. Guy took a bribe, man. Yeah. Hoo-hoo! Baby! ESU2, this is Staley. What's your overall status? All positions secured. "Hold your fire until instructed." Pelham 123, can you hear me? Yeah, loud and clear back at you. Alright, the mayor has agreed to pay and they're getting the money together right now. "Good." You got 28 minutes so I advise him to make haste. I'm sure he will. So, is your first name Walter? Excuse me? Your name, is it Walter? Yes, it is. "Good." What are you doing on dispatch? I thought you were an MTA big shot. I work for the MTA. Today they put me at dispatch... and, er, my bad luck. I thought you didn't believe in bad luck. I said I didn't believe in fate. Do you believe in rigged contracts for new trains? Look... What are we talking about this for? I need to know who I'm dealing with. You need to know? Yeah, I want to know who I'm dealing with. Are you a bad penny? Let me explain something. Being accused of something is one thing. Being guilty of it is something entirely different. Agreed. But you gotta take me through this. You got to tell me from the top. This whole train thing, c'mon. I started out in maintenance. Platform maintenance, track maintenance, flagman... "Er, conductor." Conductor, really? Yeah. And then motorman. How long did you do that for? I drove them over six years. I went to tower operations, assistant dispatcher, dispatcher. I finally ended up - You're assistant chief transportation officer. "Right?" That's right. "And part of my job is to go out to the manufacturers, the people who build the trains, and bid on contracts for the trains." Is that where you took the bribe? The Japanese train over the Canadian train? I did not take a bribe. I was accused of taking a bribe. I have not been proven guilty yet. They haven't decided yet. They got no proof. I don't care what they decide. It doesn't matter - Is this when they demoted you? They demoted me pending the outcome. And they're trying to humiliate you, is that right? Motherfuckers! I know how these things work, OK? Everything doesn't seem what it is. But you've gotta be completely honest with me. Don't know what you're talking about. How did you do it? I didn't. I'm innocent. Oh, you're innocent. You're talking to a Catholic. We've been over "innocent" before. I've been through all this. So just tell me how did you do it? I didn't do it. OK, that's it! That's fucking it! Damn it. Kid. You. Me? No, you. Up. Get the fuck over there. I don't know what you did to piss him off. Garber. You know what I'm looking at? "Do you know what I'm looking at?" No, I do not. First there's my gun. And at the end,... what's your name? George. Everyone calls me Geo. Geo. He's got this 80s skateboard thing going on. He makes it work. But it's not gonna look too good in his casket. Just slow down. We haven't reached the deadline. There's no fucking deadline! You just gotta tell me the truth. About what? The bribe! Did you take it? I didn't take a bribe. You got five seconds to save this kid's life. I didn't do anything. Five... Just wait a second. Four, three... Wait a second! Two... Fucking tell him how you did it! Alright, OK. "Say it." I took the bribe. How much? (STAMMERS) 30, erm... How fucking much?! $35,000. How did you do it? I went to Japan to look at these trains. It's part of my job. I... I don't get to vote, OK? I just recommend. I chose what I thought was the best train, and I made my recommendation. That's before you took the bribe? Yes. That was the train you were gonna pick anyway? Yes. Now you're fighting for your job and they're trying to humiliate you? No. I did what I did, and, er... And it's not, you know, it's not the MTA's fault. What did you spend it on? What does this got to do with anything? What did you fucking spend it on? I used the money for my kids. To pay my children's tuition. I have a 17 year old. I have a 19-year-old daughter. I used the money to pay for their college tuition. You know what, Garber? You're my goddamn hero, you know that? "You got a kid here, you don't even know him, you saved his life." That's brave, man. That's fucking heroic. Tell Garber thank you. Thank you, Garber. "Thank you for saving my life." Thank you for saving my life. You're welcome. Sit down. You're just like me. I fuelled this city. I fed it breakfast every morning and now we're the bad guys. I don't think so. I don't fucking think so! (DOOR SLAMS) (MOBILE PHONE RINGS) Hello, Therese. Honey, look, there are police here, Walt. They want to search the house. They said you said it was OK. Er, yeah. Yeah, it's OK. Just let 'em in. Er, we got nothin' to hide. Is this about the investigation? No, no. You watching TV? This hostage thing. Yeah, yeah, I'm watching it. Well, it's just that, erm... I'll tell you about it when I get home, but they just wanna do background checks on everybody that's involved here from the MTA. Alright. OK. But you're OK? I'm fine, I'm fine. Just let 'em in. I'll see you when I get home. Alright. OK, bye. I'm sorry, Walter. I am. Don't let this guy bring you into his reality. Cos that's what he wants to do. He hurts you, you get angry, he's got the advantage. Yeah. Just deflect,... if you can. OK? Alright. Alright. (BUZZER) (SIRENS WAIL) (ENGINES REV) I hope they don't get fucking lost. Fuck me, ten-million bucks! Say we dipped in and took some? The bad guys would count it, come up short, probably kill us. No shit. Geo, what the fuck's happening? "Geo? Geo, what's going on?" Geo? (I'm a fucking hostage.) (Listen to me. Stream it on our site. Call the news.) "Shit." (Hey.) (We've gotta do something. They're gonna kill us.) (You got a plan?) (I thought you'd have one.) (Cos I'm some tough-looking black guy?) (I saw that... ring on your finger.) (That was a long time ago. OK?) (My husband had one just like it.) (COMPUTER BEEPS) "A severe sell-off under way. The Dow is down 450 points in very heavy trading as Wall Street reacts to the terrorist attack of the New York City subway system." Oh my God! SHOUTS: Yeah! Yeah, all good, love. # Na, na, na, na. PHONE CHIMES Hey, the others wanna hang out. Um... GIRLS LAUGH ALL SING: # It's time to cut and run. This time I'm really done. # GIRL SQUEALS Oh my God! SHOUTS: Yeah! TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS, GIRLS CHATTER HORN BLARES, GIRLS SHRIEK, LAUGH (SIGHS) (SIRENS WAIL) How does my hair look? It looks fine. You ready to make a statement? When I have something to tell them. It's a leadership moment, sir. I'm not running for re-election or for fucking president. I left my Rudy Giuliani suit at home! You're being selfish. It'll take 30 seconds to reassure them. (REPORTERS) Mr Mayor! Will you be making a statement? We're doing everything the situation demands. I'm not gonna speculate right now. Alright? (REPORTERS SHOUT) Mr Mayor, are they terrorists?! Alright, alright, alright! Listen, nobody said anything about terrorism or a bomb. Let's stop that right now. Alright? How about your divorce? Care to speculate about how that's going? Your divorce, sir. There's been talk in the news that you have extramarital problems! Put it on channel 15. We got a girl in Brooklyn watching it on her boyfriend's computer. It's on the Net. What? Hold on. Sonofabitch. That's Ramos, isn't it? Yes, it is. Who's Phil Ramos? A motorman. He killed a couple of passengers ten years ago. He was high on cough syrup, ran into the platform, went to jail for manslaughter. I want prison time, known associates, the works. Should the Internet be working down there? (ALL) No. Maybe that's how he knows about you. Maybe he Googled you. Or maybe Ramos told him. Who knows? Goddamn, it's the mayor. Hello, Your Honour. Do me a favour, forget about those guys. Easy for you to say. Would you rather be one of those hostages? No. Then, I'll give you a crash course on hostage negotiating. We're like rodeo clowns. We keep the bull from focusing on what he'd like to do. Which is what? Kill a cowboy. Exactly. You slow things down. Preservation of life is our mission. The guy's already proven he's serious. Next deadline will give him a chance to prove it again. How do we deal with that? Get the money there on time. And if we don't, we talk, buy time, get a little movement. Movement? Contradicts himself, inconsistency in his demand, you got some movement. Right. Alright, let's go out there. "This was the scene just moments ago outside the Rail Control Centre in Midtown." "I'm not gonna speculate right now." That is a beautiful suit. Can't get it out of my head, I'm gonna die today. Visualisation's a very powerful thing. You keep thinking it,... you never know. Please let it be me who drops this motherfucker. (RAT SQUEAKS) Hey, Garber, you there, buddy? I'm here. "A little birdie told me the mayor just walked in." Can I talk to him? "Can he hear me?" How does he know I'm here? Does he have a camera in here? Can he? Er, we can, we can, we can, we can, we can all hear you here, yes. OK, good. Er, so tell him, er, tell him I wanna make him a deal. "Tell him I'll make him a deal right now." OK. Alright. C'mon, speak up, Mr Mayor. You're talking to your constituents. We got a train full of voters. Don't you care? Don't you care about your voters? This is not a good idea. Don't talk. Don't engage with him. I know what I'm doing, Your Honour. "C'mon, buddy, speak up." You gotta hit the blue button. Yes, this is the mayor. Hey, good to meet you, man! Hey, tell me this. Is this true? I read that you make, like, one dollar a year to be a mayor of New York. Is that true? Yes, but at least it's honest work. After taxes that's, like, 87 cents, isn't it? Er, yes. Don't bullshit me, man. It would take, like, 3,000 years to pay off that suit you're wearing. What do you got, 20, $30 million? You don't get that without screwing someone. Or screwing everyone. You wife knows something about that, huh? You said you had a deal for me. Yeah, I do. I wanna make you a deal. I wanna tell you you could come down here and I will trade you for all these passengers. How's that? You could save the lives of 17 New Yorkers. Now, that's a good deal. "What do you think?" Give us a moment. OK,... I'll give you a moment. Don't turn this into a circus. Now, you entered his world, exit it. OK, time's up. "What's the deal?" I'm afraid I'm gonna have to decline. Oh, good, because if you begged me, I wouldn't give you that deal. You think anyone cares about an asshole like you? New York would love me to pull the fucking trigger on you! Garber, this is the guy that's trying to get rid of you. You gotta calm - You don't think he broke the same rules that we broke? He knows it, I know it, we all fucking know it! Calm him down. You're breaking up. You can tell him he can fucking kiss my ass. I like the deal. I think it's a good deal, but - "Fuck you, Mr Mayor!" Now, I want my fucking money now! You understand me?! Now! Just tell him the money's on the way. The money's on the way. This asshole, he can lick my bunghole, motherfucker! One mistake and everyone has something to say! Was she worth it? Yes. You have nine minutes. How are you gonna get the money? By shutting down all intersections. (SIRENS WAIL) Phil Ramos, male, Hispanic, 39. Er, sentenced 2 to 4 years for manslaughter. Paroled last month. He's living in a halfway house in Queens. He's not an absconder, he made all his appearances, but he was a no-show at work today. He didn't call in, nothing. He knows the system, the perfect place to stop the train. He's only been out a month. This wasn't planned in three weeks. Find out who Ramos's cell mates were, call lists, visitors, ASAP. (SIRENS WAIL) (POLICE RADIO) "105 North Avenue." Oh, shit! Look out! (TYRES SCREECH) "The market has tumbled nearly 7% as investors react to the events..." They came off the bridge. Why didn't we send a helicopter for the money? Walter. Now, remember what I said about talking through deadlines. We better have a plan B in case the money isn't there on the dot. Put him on his heels. He knows things. We know things, too. Right. Ask him about Ramos. Just get him talking. You can do it. Hey, Ryder. The money here yet? "On the way." Then, what the fuck are you calling me for? I just called to talk. "Oh, yeah? What do you wanna talk about?" You said that, er, being in the motorman's cab, that was a little like being in a confessional, right? Yeah. Maybe it's a little like being in a prison cell, too. You trying to say if I get caught, I'd better get used to it? No, I'm just wondering. I mean, maybe you're already used to it. I'm wondering maybe... that's how you meet a guy like Phil Ramos? How he know that?! Why don't you tell me? Then we'll both know. After that confession, you're gonna find your ass in prison, too. Which is my point. I want you to hook me up on the inside. This way, when I come up with my own heist plan, I'll cut you in. I can see I've inspired you. I got a story for you. "It might help you in prison. You wanna hear it?" Yeah. "Back in the day, when I was a high roller..." When were you ever a high roller? "Well, you know, I fed this city breakfast every morning." Grits and eggs? Oh, somethin' like that. Anyway, I took this chick to Iceland. Is that where all the high rollers go? Six hours from Kennedy. The nightclub scene is intense. I took this chick. What's her name? Ludvika. She was Lithuanian. She was an ass model. She asked you what? You heard of hand models? Advertisement? She was an ass model. She did jeans and magazines and shit. Anyway, it was Fashion Week in New York and I took her to Iceland. Ludvika, Lithuanian, ass model, Iceland, you took her to the ice. So what? Well, for 500 bucks they'll take you on a dogsled ride. Dogsled? Yeah. And you know the saying, "If you're not the lead dog, the view never changes"? Right. Otherwise, you're looking at the asshole of the dog in front of you. "That'll be funny when I get to that part." It's funny now. (SIRENS WAIL) It's 8am, we haven't been to bed yet, and we're tooling across this, er, glacier and I got this hangover that's creeping up my neck. And guess what I'm looking at. Obviously, you're staring at the ass of the dog in front of you. You got it. So this dog, out of nowhere, just lifts its hind legs up and puts them in the harness there and just takes a shit while he's running on his front paws. He's dumping and running at the same time. Now, that's multi-fucking-tasking. Get outta here. Did it hit you? Shit always hits you, man. (SIRENS WAIL) I didn't know it at the time, but it was profound. Profound? You lost me. Well, you know, er, when I went to prison later on, which you called, I had, er, trouble, er, going to the toilet. "You know, a privacy thing. And I... couldn't take a shit." I was scared shitless, literally. So you know what I thought of? You thought of the dog. "That's right." "I thought if that dog could do what it needed to do, so could I." Saved my fucking life. Wow, that is profound. (Keep going.) And, you know, it's, it's, it's... People adapt. It's like today. We didn't know how it was gonna start. Wrong. "Wrong what?" I knew how it was gonna start. Yeah, but do you know how it's gonna end? I'm tired of talking to you, Garber. No, wait. Call me when the money comes in. You got four minutes. I don't know what he looks like, but he sounds good. (MUMBLES) A sexy voice. He'd be my bitch in prison. Where are we? Less than ten blocks away. We'll make it. (TYRES SCREECH / SIRENS WAIL) Fuck, look out! (HORN BLARES) (TYRES SCREECH / HORNS BLARE / CRASHING) Jesus! (POLICE RADIO COMMS) Shit. The goddamn money car crashed on 1st Avenue. Put it on the motorcycles. Get it there. (OFFICERS GROAN) Watch it. Easy. Here, lean up here. Hey, get that last bag! (SIRENS WAIL) You got 22 seconds, Garber. Alright. We just had a little problem over here. I... don't... care! (SIRENS WAIL) Two minutes. Tell him it's here. I don't think we should lie. Tell him the truth. The truth? He's gonna make me do it. (SIRENS WAIL) Ten, nine, eight... Tell him the truth or lie? The truth. No, tell him it's there. ..four, three...! Tell him it's here. It's here! The money's at 42nd and Vanderbilt. (SIRENS WAIL) Liar! Motherfucking liar! Seven! (DOOR BANGS OPEN) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Lucky lady, up. C'mon, up. Up. I think that's him. That's Ryder. Keep talking to him. The car crashed. Tell him something! That's why the money's not there. Up! Up. Fuck, no. Get up. Get back in line! Ryder, one minute it's gonna take. (SIRENS WAIL) "Don't do this, for God's sake." C'mon. Wait. It's the only plan I got. Listen, it was an accident. It was an accident. We made a mistake. It was an accident, Ryder! C'mon, motherfucker! (GUNSHOTS / PASSENGERS SCREAM) God! ESU Team 1 to Sniper 1, do you have a shot? That's your fault. (COCKS GUN) I got an easy shot. Please advise. "Stand by." Roger. (RAT SQUEAKS) Agh! (GUNSHOT) Shit! (PASSENGERS SCREAM) "(GUNFIRE / SCREAMING)" '(GUNFIRE)' (GUNFIRE) What the fuck happened? (GUNFIRE) Accidental discharge. I just got bit by a fucking rat. It's accidental discharge. Who got shot? Ryder? No, it was Ramos. (SIRENS BLARE) Sergeant? What? The money there yet? Yes, yes. (RADIO) "Are you there?" Shoot any motherfucker that moves. That's an order! Shit on your orders. "Can you hear me, Ryder?" OK, now somebody else has to die. Two people, maybe all of us. "Did you hear me?" I heard you, but circumstances are different now. You gotta rethink this. You gotta adapt. No, I gave you instructions and you know the consequences! Don't you have a plan B? No, plan B is enforcing plan A! The minute you stop believing me, motherfucker, that's it! I believe you but you gotta understand that those cops will be next to you any second. Let them unload their guns! I don't care! And what's the point of that? I told you we all owe God a death. Now it's two minutes past the deadline, two minutes. Which means two people, almost three, have to go. They have to die. The money's there, Ryder. Nobody else has to die. "I don't know what you owe God. But you can't pay him in cash." You never see a U-Haul behind a hearse. "The Egyptians tried it. It doesn't work. You can't take money with you." "Ryder? You can't take the money with you." All this talk of God, I think I need to pray. Give me a minute. I can do that. You did good, Walter. What's the reality of ending this? We'd have to be willing to accept heavy casualties. A hard choice, but I say make it. New York City does not have an acceptable casualty rate. What do you suggest? Buy time. This son of a bitch hasn't allowed us to but this may be the first time we got through to him. You trust your man? He confessed to a felony. There are people down there who are alive because of him. Until we change the rules, we should stick with the situation we have. Do what you need to do. Hey, Garber, you there? Yeah, I'm here. "Speak up." I'm here. I talked to God. "That's good. What did he say?" Trust in him. All others, pay cash. How soon can you get it here? Um... "Hmm?" From that station, it'd take five minutes to walk it down. "No can do." About ten minutes. "No!" No, I mean you, man. How long would it take you to come down here? I don't understand. What do you mean? I wanna meet you. If you bring it, I know the cops aren't bringing it. Well, I don't know how I'll carry that money. It must weigh... 220 pounds. Stick it in a fucking wheelbarrow. Shouldn't you be thinking, "Get the fuck out of there"? OK, get the fuck out of there. Good, that's progress. Now, look, plan B. Your idea. Plan B is you deliver that money or I kill another hostage. You got that? You got seven minutes, buddy boy. You got six minutes and 55 seconds, check me. Do it! Check. Tell that sleazebag negotiator to call me when you've got the money. You don't have to do this. (SIRENS BLARE) Finally somebody got their head out of their ass. "(PHONE RINGS)" "(PHONE RINGS)" Hello? Hey, how you doing, baby? I'm watching the thing, the hostages. They said a dispatcher was talking to the terrorists. They're not terrorists. They are if they're waving guns. Right. Are you listening? I'm listening. "Look." I was the one that's been talking to them. I knew it. I am so proud of you. After everything, all this, them trying to fire you. "Sticking you in a dispatch job..." Where are you? I'm at a heliport. I'm getting ready to get on a helicopter because they want me to take the money down to the tunnel. What? Are they crazy? It's real simple. There's nothing to it. Over there. What it is is... ...he knows I'm not a cop, so he wants me to come. Can I wait here? They need me to take the money down because they know I'm not a cop and they're saying he might kill somebody, honey. Then somebody has to die because you can't. He's talking to his wife. I understand, baby. Listen to me. Just tell Angela, at the meet, when she runs over the hurdles, tell her to run through the hurdles. Just like I always tell her, OK? We gotta go. You tell her yourself. "You listen to me." I'm listening. You do what you have to do, but we need milk. So on your way home, I want you to bring a gallon. Of milk? OK. You promise. Why a gallon? Why not a half a gallon? Just bring a gallon. A gallon. OK. OK. I can get a half a gallon. I'll get a half a gallon. I gotta go. Thanks, guys. Put your... Put your headset on. You ever do anything like this before? You know, go in unarmed? Yeah. Two years ago, Brooklyn. Flatbush Avenue. I got the hostages out. Oh. And the guy with the gun? The guy with the gun, didn't end well for him. For the guy with the gun? Yeah. It's nice seeing it from this perspective, huh? You can see what you're fighting for. "I love you so much." "Did you hear me?" Yeah. "Well, do you love me back?" "Can't really talk right now." "All you have to say is 'Yes'." "That's a lot less words than saying, 'I can't talk.'" "I'm having a really weird fucking day." Oh, God. If we'd anticipated this, we could have made a lot of money. What kind of guy would you expect to take a model to Iceland? An ass model. An ass model. Wall Street guy. A Wall Street guy. (SIRENS BLARE) (SHOUTING) He's here! (TV) "The one-hour time limit has expired." "We're not sure who this is. It could be hostage negotiators." "Once we have any updates, we'll be back." Camonetti. How are you? Mr Garber. Lieutenant Staley. Pleasure. You got a radio set up to the train? Set up right there. You can talk to the train or Rail Control. OK. Just do what he says, and remember everything you see. Let's go. So who the hell did you fuck to get this job? Myself. It was easier than it looked. Yeah, fucking yourself always is. "Pelham 123, come in. Pelham 123, come in." Who am I talking to? This is Lieutenant Camonetti. We spoke earlier. Yeah. What'd you do, go out for a pizza? "What's my money doing? Where is it?" Mr Garber is in the tunnel. "The money is two minutes away." Garber, man. That is a dependable man. He's a good man too. Absolutely. How about you, Ryder? Everybody's got some good in them. Is this where you try to get through to me? I don't think so. I got three instructions. Number one, when this conversation is over, I want you to restore the power to the whole sector. Number two, clear the local tracks from 68th Street to Coney Island. "I don't wanna see no cops. I want all the lights green." Don't trip me up with a red one. Got that? Absolutely. And number three, don't play games with me or I'll track you down and I'll fuck you in your ass! (COUGHS) Over and out. 1 Let's go. Alright. Know how to use one of these? No. It's really simple. OK? Safety's on, safety's off. On, off. Aim at anything you don't like, you pull the trigger. What if they frisk me? We got that covered. That's it? That's it. It's got a false bottom. It's gonna be this one. You got that? I got it. Good. Don't worry about it. Just don't fuck it up. OK. We got an ID on Ryder. Dennis Ford. He was released from Clinton Correctional two weeks ago. Did nine years, the last four on the same cell block as Ramos. His name shows up on an Icelandic Air passenger list in September of 1998, after Fashion Week. Dennis Ford. Remember? We used his case when he was running as an example of... The nonsense that we would clean up if I got elected mayor, yeah. He ran an equity firm. His biggest client was the city pension fund. He siphoned off... $20 million. He did a plea bargain for three. The judge gave him ten. Maybe that's why he's pissed off. Judge gave him ten years because we didn't recover all the money. Couple million unaccounted for. Seed money. For what? For today, play the terrorist card, panic the market into a drop. You know it's coming, you make a lot with $2 million. What about the hostage money? It's nothing compared to market money. Let's get to the SEC. Check the trades, especially the put options. Good luck, Garber. See you when you get back. We got company. Garber. When you put your socks on this morning, did you think...? Turn around, let him frisk you. I was worried about you. I thought maybe you'd get lost but then I remembered you were a motorman, so these tunnels don't change much, do they? Just the people in them. Are we good? It's here. We're good. Alright, come on up. Let's go. Damn. You're taller than I thought you'd be. You're good-looking too. Come on, sit down. It's nice to meet you. What do you weigh, about, what, 220? Um, yeah, yeah, yeah, 220 on a good day. Oh, that's Ramos. (CHUCKLES) He's what you would have called the brains in the operation. Pow. Dumb fuck. How long has it been since you've driven one of these? Um... That's why you brought me here? You're a motorman, right? Once a motorman, always a motorman. You play your cards right, you might get a part of the cut. "(BEEPING)" (SHOUTS) (CHUCKLES) Well, this is... It's a new train. I'm not certified on the new trains. Well, I got faith in you, man. But I'm gonna ask you one question. You know when you told your wife about the 35K, how did she react? We gotta talk about - Don't be sensitive. I'm not being - Did she freak out or what? She wasn't happy, but she understood. Well, that's love, right? No, that's marriage. (CHUCKLES) You think they'll move that train? Seems like a possibility. How are we with exits? I got a blanket on the fuckers. I got radio cars and men at every exit from 42nd to South Ferry. We gotta go. Hey, Camonetti. Fucking greaseball, man. Hey, greaseball, speak up. I see red. I don't see green. What's taking so fucking long? Blanket is not tucked in yet. Stall him. Buy me two minutes. Haven't cleared the tracks. Mr Ryder, we'll be ready in less than two minutes. We'll move forward here, OK? If we get on to a red signal and the brakes trip up, your friend Walter Garber's getting it in the head. You got it? Yes, sir, I got it. Let's roll, let's roll. I hope you were bluffing. Yeah, I'm bluffing, man. You gotta say what you gotta say. You thought by coming down here, you'd be redeemed, didn't you? God bless you, Garber. You're more fucked up than I am. (LAUGHS) At least the same fucked up. Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go. (ENGINE POWERS UP) Let's go. She's on the move. Put some speed on it. "He's headed south. Male, black, at the controls." Motherfuckers. You're playing with fire. I wanna see them green. Turn to green or I'll put a hole in Garber's head right now. Do it! We're moving as fast as we can. What happens if they run a red light? It'll trip the brakes. Coming up on the first one. There, that's what I'm looking for. That's what I'm looking for. Here he comes, right now. Garber's driving the train. You saying he's in on it? No way. Sniper killed Ramos, he was their driver so they need Garber to drive. When they get to Coney Island, the brakes will come on. Is that 33rd? Yes, sir. How far to the signal? A tenth of a mile. Stop when we get there. We're moving out. Got that? I'm slowing down now. They slowing down? They have to. They're coming to a signal point. What is that? You're the old motorman, you tell me. She stopped just below 33rd Street. What the hell are they doing? Oh, jeez. Why that little stop? Train has to stop at signal points. Some kind of an override? Yep, some kind of an override, that's right. There we go. OK, let's move out. Let's go, let's go. (BEEPING) Roosevelt Tunnel, which way? Which way? She's moving again. Next stop, 28th Street. Why that little stop, huh? I told you, the signal points. How do you know they didn't set the throttle? We got every exit covered. The throttle can't be set. It has to be held. It's a dead-man's switch. Without a man's hand pressing down on it, the train stops cold. They're still aboard. It's going faster. Off the track! Come on! (HORN BLARES) Let's go! Come on! Come on! (SCREAMING) It's gonna derail before it gets to Coney Island. (ALL SCREAM) That's it right there. Roosevelt Tunnel. There's a fucking train. Come on. Cross over now. What? (HORN BLARES) Hey! (RATTLE OF GUNFIRE) Fuck it! Let's go! We got to find him! We don't have time! Let's go! (SIREN WAILS) I love you. I love you. I love you, too! (Hello? Hello?!) "(LINE BEEPS)" We're getting calls. Cops on the platforms are seeing passengers. Nobody in the motorman's booth. They're still aboard! It's alright! As soon as we hit a red light, the brakes will stop it. Yeah, but they're all green! (ALL SCREAM) (ALARM BLARES) Four stops away. Two stops. Oh, Jesus... The train just stopped! (RELIEVED LAUGHTER) (SIREN WAILS) I really gotta take that piss! There's no hijackers on board - just passengers. Where was that first stop that they made? 34th. That's by the Roosevelt spur. The what? "A derelict tunnel under the Waldorf Hotel." Converge everything on that area! Throw a dragnet over it! Hey! (HORNS BLARE) (SIRENS WAIL) "(POLICE-RADIO CHATTER)" Cops hit the place. (OVER MEGAPHONE) "Put your hands in the air!" Hey! Hey! Hey... Get out, get out, get out. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but... (HORN BLARES) Out of the... Get out of the way! (BEEPS HORN) Go, go, go! "911 operator." Hello! Hello! This is Walter Garber, MTA. "How do you spell that?" Gar... Don't worry. Just tell Lieutenant Camonetti that Ryder's headed for Manhattan Bridge. (SIRENS WAIL) You don't have a girlfriend. You don't need a lot of calls or text. You need data ` for dating sites, like Honey Badger. (LAUGHS) You do have a girlfriend. You need less data and more calls ` lovey-dovey calls. # You make me... # You don't have a girlfriend again. She won't return your calls. You need more text. Things change. Now your Prepay can too. Get more of what you need and less of what you don't with Vodafone My Flex Prepay. (SIRENS WAIL, TYRES SQUEAL) (BEEPS HORN) "(POLICE RADIO) ..nobody's going anywhere for a long time." Hey. Hey! Is he in there? No! No! Huh? Where'd he go? Brooklyn. He said he couldn't wait. He started walking... This fucking city! Ryder! Don't move! Is this how you thought the day was gonna end when you put your socks on this morning? This make you feel better, Garber? That make everything OK now? No! But it's a start. Don't move. (HORN BLARES) (HORN BLARES) Don't move! Hey! Garber, baby boy,... I ain't going back to prison. I don't think you got any options now, or leverage. Hey! Hey! We all owe God a death. I told you that. You're wrong. We owe God life. The life I gave you back today. Now you have to give me something back. What are you talking about? You got a gun. I want you to use it. Shoot me. Shoot me before they shoot me, or I'm gonna kill you. I will shoot you. I don't wanna, but I will. Hey! I thought you cared! No! You said, "Ryder, don't you have anyone who cares?" I thought that was you! Pay it back! I'm not gonna shoot you. I'll give you till ten, then the deal's off. I got a gun. I'm gonna take your life back. Hey! Come on, man! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five... You gonna take this down to zero? Come on, motherfucker! Shoot me! I am not going to shoot you! Five, four... Hey! Three... Police! Drop your weapon! I'm disappointed in you. Two... (GUNSHOT) Mm! You're my goddamn hero. Drop your weapon! Mr Garber! Interesting day, huh? Yes, sir. Just about every day I make a speech, and it starts, "I'd like to thank you on behalf of the City of New York", and I never know who I'm thanking or why. But you... did a hell of a thing today. You went to bat for the City of New York. On behalf of me, I'd like to thank you. You're welcome. I mean... It's been an amazing day. Everybody's thanking me all day. But I appreciate it. You're welcome. And I want you to know that tomorrow, the City of New York is going to go to bat for you,... in a big way. Do you understand? Yes, sir. And the city has a very good batting average. I appreciate it. I'm gonna get home. Well, take my car. Nah... Put the siren on and everything! There's a siren on there?! Yes. No, I'll take the subway. But I appreciate it. Really? Me, subway, all my life. I'll get home faster than you anyway. I mean, not you, but everybody else. But thank you, sir. You a Yankee fan? No. I... Well, yes. Yes, of course! (LAUGHS) Yeah! (DOG BARKS)