1
(OVERLAPPING NEWS BROADCASTS
IN VARIOUS LANGUAGES)
REPORTER: ...a matter of
establishing what this is.
If indeed this was
an act of terrorism,
then who caused it?
REPORTER 2:
All of the electricity
across the entire
Eastern Seaboard is out.
REPORTER 3:
People ordered to stay indoors
until further notice and to...
(OVERLAPPING NEWS BROADCASTS
IN VARIOUS LANGUAGES)
REPORTER 4: It is
nothing short of apocalyptic.
REPORTER 5:
...metropolitan areas,
in addition to Chicago,
are completely surrounded.
We're still awaiting
an official announcement,
but Congress is believed to
have accepted unconditionally
all terms of armistice offered.
- (HORN HONKING)
- (OVER RADIO): ...and with power
restored in the last few hours,
martial law...
- This is taking too long.
- Now all U.S. military forces
are returning to their bases
with orders to turn in arms...
- Hey!
- ...and stand down until further orders...
(BROADCAST CONTINUES,
SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)
Reports are spreading now
from Tokyo, Jakarta, Rome.
Contact with
outside news sources
has been sporadic
since the devastating failure
of the Trenton power grid,
- but eyewitnesses confirm...
- (SIREN WHOOPS)
...that the majority
of international governments
- appear to comply...
- (CAR WINDOW LOWERS)
Officer, I need to get up north.
Where you going, Detective?
You got the orders?
Stop the car. Stop the car.
- Take your hands off the wheel.
- (TIRES SCREECHING)
- Stop the engine.
- Oh.
- Oh, my...
- Stop the car!
(TWO GUNSHOTS)
(GASPS)
(SIREN WHOOPING)
(OVER RADIO): ...appear to have
followed the U.S.'s lead
and are entering
into negotiations
with this first wave
of Legislator forces.
(CLAMORING)
(BROADCAST CONTINUES)
Look, should we call
the school?
- There may be a plan.
- I'm not rolling over!
We need to get out and regroup,
then fight back.
(OVER RADIO):
...when people have no idea
- what to expect...
- (GRUNTS) John!
(WHIMPERING)
John.
(TIRES SQUEAK)
(QUIET CHITTERING)
(CLICKING)
Turn around.
Turn around!
- Come on, John.
- (HIGH-PITCHED TONE)
(SHUDDERING BREATHS)
(EXPLOSIVE WHOOSH)
- (GLASS TINKLING)
- (ENGINE CLICKING)
(RAPID CLICKING)
(WHOOSHING, WARBLING)
(BELLOWING)
(WHIMPERING)
(FLUTTERING, RAPID CLICKING)
(BANGING)
(MUSIC PLAYING INDISTINCTLY
OVER HEADPHONES)
(METAL CREAKING)
(GASPS)
(RAPID CLICKING)
(METAL CREAKING)
(CRACKLING, RAPID CLICKING)
REPORTER:
The shutdown was very orderly.
REPORTER 2: There's been
a-a sort of a level
of cooperation
that you can see here.
(QUIET CHATTER)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER VIDEO)
(KISSING)
I love you, Rula.
- (SIGHS)
- REPORTER (OVER RADIO): Another reminder to avoid
Lake Shore Drive
if you're not one of
the lucky thousands invited
to tonight's unity celebration.
This event has been
in the works
for the better part of a year,
with Mayor Ed Lee
expected to attend.
All signs are pointing
to this...
(SPITS)
(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)
(SIGHS)
You ever see the sun set
on the other side of the lake?
No. The sun sets
this side, dummy.
West side.
Yeah.
I know.
I'll come and see you later,
all right?
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Hey, yo.
Boat's all ready, man,
so you pull this off today,
- we're out of here.
- (ELECTRONIC WHISTLING)
- GABRIEL: Hey, cool it.
- (BUZZING)
Got eyes on me 24-7.
No shit.
Check her out, up there.
Yo, every day, that witch
be watching me like clockwork.
Hey, I see a rat.
Narc!
(DOGS BARKING NEARBY)
(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
Oh...
Let's go.
Your bro's a legend, man.
Yo, come on.
(DEEP RUMBLING)
(SIGHS, SNIFFS)
When's the last time
you seen one?
A roach?
A long time ago.
Come on, man, let's go.
Look, I can't be late today.
Man, I should break in
like your brother did
and bulldoze
that whole ant heap.
They can't hide down there
forever, man.
(RUMBLING CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT RADIO BROADCAS PLAYING)
(DISTANT SIREN WHOOPING,
STEADY BEEPING)
(INDISTINC POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(CAMERA CLICKS, WHIRRS)
- (MUSIC PLAYING QUIETLY)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)
(KNOCKING)
(LOCK CLICKS)
WOMAN:
I'll be ready in a minute.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING,
JEWELRY CLINKING QUIETLY)
("STARDUST" BY
NAT KING COLE PLAYING)
I don't have much time.
But I wanted to see you.
Well, then we'd better get
business out of the way.
And now the purple dusk
of twilight time
- Steals across the meadows
- (SIGHS)
Of my heart
High up in the sky
I can't do this.
The little stars climb
Always reminding me
That we're apart...
Let's go to bed.
What are we doing?
This is a mistake.
There's no such thing as
a mistake. There's only fate.
You're a cop.
You won't get caught.
(CLEARS THROAT)
I'm sorry.
Leaving me a song
That will not die...
Wait. Wait.
You forgot
what you came here for.
Love is now the stardust
of yesterday
The music
Of the years
Gone by
Beware Greeks bearing gifts.
Sometimes I wonder...
(MUSIC STOPS)
(DOOR CREAKS SHUT)
(ELEVATOR WHIRRING)
(ELEVATOR RATTLES, BELL DINGS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER,
PHONES RINGING)
WILLIAM:
I got a secondhand I.D.
So the Eagle has landed?
Phoenix.
You should pay attention.
You got a visual?
Secondhand is secondhand.
You still got authorization
from below?
They're planning something big.
They don't exist.
That's what we said
about aliens.
That's funny.
Remember Wicker Park?
Yeah, the roaches
fucked them into dust.
- They're gone.
- Don't use that word.
What?
Since when has this become
your personal workspace?
The resistance wasn't wiped out
after Wicker Park.
They went to ground.
I figured it out.
They're communicating
through the classifieds.
Their network regrouped
here in Pilsen,
right under our noses.
You got nothing
that shows that.
The... th-these are memorials.
Legislators got 'em all.
You're searching
for ghosts, Bill.
If we don't act now, we're
facing a full-blown insurgency.
I suggest you keep that idea
to yourself.
Well, too late.
Already kicked it downstairs.
It's on
the commissioner's desk.
W-Why did you do that?
They're not gone.
(TRAIN BRAKES SQUEALING
IN DISTANCE)
- You weren't followed?
- No.
Training's over.
And you back this?
I back Number One.
The way to the Closed Zone
is through Soldier Field.
Team goes tonight.
(TRAIN CLANKING
AND SQUEALING NEARBY)
(DISTANT ELECTRONIC WHISTLE)
(DISTANT BUZZING)
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(PANTING)
- It's Soldier Field.
- The Unity Rally?
Get what you need from Barbosa.
Soldier Field is miles
from the Closed Zone.
- How's that get us back inside?
- I'm trusting you.
- He'll deliver.
- He has to.
Today's the day.
(COUGHING)
(BUZZER BLARING)
(BUZZER STOPS)
(BEEPING)
(CLICKING, CHIMING)
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Gabriel Drummond, 7:04 a.m.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(MACHINES WHIRRING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER
OVER SPEAKERS)
WOMAN (OVER SPEAKER): Oh,
there it goes. There it go...
Oh! Oh, it's over.
It's a squeaker.
That was, that was a matter
of a minute and a half.
- (COMPUTER CHIMES, BEEPS)
- Oh...
(INDISTINCT CHATTER NEARBY)
MAN: Walk around,
take a look from other angles.
(BEEPING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES
OVER SPEAKERS)
(RAPID BEEPING)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING AND CHEERING)
(LAUGHING)
- (HONKS HORN)
- WOMAN (LAUGHS): Oh!
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
(QUIET CRUNCH)
- (BUZZER BLARING)
- (OVER SPEAKERS): 15 minutes.
REPORTER: Another reminder
to avoid Lake Shore Drive
if you're not one of
the lucky thousands invited
to tonight's unity celebration.
This event has been
in the works
for the better part of a year,
with Mayor Ed Lee
expected to attend.
All signs are pointing
to this being
one of those rare occasions
when the Legislators
might just make an appearance.
Traffic's being routed
around Soldier Field,
and folks are showing up early.
What a night here this is.
Lots to celebrate.
Another reminder...
You got it or what?
REPORTER:
...if you're not one of
the lucky thousands invited
to tonight's unity celebration.
This event has been
in the works
for the better part of a year,
with Mayor Ed Lee
expected to attend.
All signs are pointing to this
being one of those
rare occasions
when the Legislators
might just make an appearance.
Traffic's being routed
around Soldier Field,
and folks are showing up early.
What a night here this is.
Lots to celebrate.
CARRIE:
Here.
REPORTER: Another reminder
to avoid Lake Shore Drive
if you're not
one of the lucky...
Hope you put it to good use.
REPORTER: This event
has been in the works
for the better part of a year.
All signs are pointing
to this being
one of those rare occasions
when the Legislators
might just make an appearance.
(BUZZER BLARES)
(QUIET CHATTER)
(ELECTRONIC WHISTLING)
(BUZZING)
(QUIET CLICKING)
(WHISTLING AND BUZZING
CONTINUE)
(WOMAN GASPS)
(WHIMPERING)
(RADIO STATIC CRACKLES)
- WOMAN: Please.
- (OTHERS WHISPERING)
(OTHERS WHISPERING)
(GASPING, WHIMPERING)
(PANICKED GASPING)
WOMAN:
I haven't done anything.
(GASPING)
I... haven't done anything.
- Hey. Hey, leave her alone.
- Please, can we just...
- (SHARP THUD)
- (YELLS)
(GASPING)
(WHIMPERS)
(DEEP RUMBLING)
WOMAN (OVER SPEAKERS):
Off-planet transport...
(ANNOUNCEMENT CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)
(DEEP WHOOSHING)
(DEEP WHOOSHING FADES)
(PERSON WHISTLES)
(SEABIRDS SQUAWKING)
(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
JURGIS: Hey, hurry up, bro.
You got to check this out.
(SHARP CLANK)
All she needs is gas.
(OBJECT CLATTERS)
- (SIGHS)
- Damn, yo.
Right?
She's fast, too.
Got to be to get past
what's out there, but...
there's no checkpoint,
so we get to the other side,
and it's freedom, baby.
Let's hope so.
So, did you get the cigarette?
- Of course I got it.
- Shit, then we're out of here.
(HIP-HOP MUSIC CONTINUES)
- (DROPS BAG)
- (SIGHS)
Yo, I'm about
to come like Scarface
on these roaches.
Bah!
I'm not going down
without a fight.
Yo, what did you trade
for that?
Straight cash,
and it's fully loaded.
Oh, the cash we need for gas?
Chill, man. It's an investment.
Why are you always
trippin', man?
People are jonesing
for what we got out here!
What, you think you in
the big leagues now, Jurgis?
Huh? Yo, that shit right there
will get us
in some serious trouble.
I'm sick of this
hand-to-mouth hustling.
You think I'm not?
- I got to go, man.
- Go?
We're partners, man. Any...
Partners?
Man, I take the risk.
I saw someone get taken today.
Yeah, well, I'm out here
hustling, closing the deals,
while you're at the crib just
kicking back, chilling, huh?
Look, I got to take care
of myself and Rula.
You and Rula?
(SCOFFS)
All right, man, fine.
Have your side piece.
I'll go solo.
I'm not playing with you,
Jurgis.
- Hey, come on. Hey, chill, chill.
- Yo, I'm not...
Hey, hey, hey, chill, yo.
(SIREN WHOOPS)
Shit!
- (STEADY BEEPING)
- (DOOR UNLOCKS)
WILLIAM:
Get in the car.
(SEABIRDS SQUAWKING)
(STEADY BEEPING CONTINUES)
Special Branch ain't got
nothing better to do?
(BEEPING STOPS)
From your local.
What do you want?
What do you know about Phoenix?
I'm not one of your narcs.
What are you doing
down here, Gabriel?
- You're lucky to have your job.
- I didn't ask you for it.
I don't want you winding up
like your brother.
- Oh, you mean dead?
- I mean on the wrong side.
- It runs in the family.
- You have no right
- to be talking about my family.
- Your dad was my partner.
I have a responsibility
to that.
You have a choice
to make yourself.
Don't make the wrong one.
Get out of here.
(WIND WHISTLING)
- (DOOR LOCKS)
- (STEADY BEEPING RESUMES)
(POWER TOOLS BUZZING
AND WHIRRING)
(KNOCKS)
(BUZZER BLARES)
You got my money?
Hey, let's do this.
I got the cigarette.
Hey, hey, hey.
You said to bring it here.
Get in.
Yo, I'm just trying
to get paid, man.
- No, I'm not getting in, no.
- Come on.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, yo, look, man.
Man, you came to me, remember?
- Put this on.
- Yo, what is this?
(GROANING)
Yo, what is this?
- (WHISTLING)
- (PANTING) Wait.
Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait. Yo.
No one said nothing
about going nowhere.
(PANTING, GROANING)
(TURNS OFF ENGINE)
(DOOR CLOSES)
- (SIDE DOOR SLIDES OPEN)
- Get out.
Follow me.
Let's go.
(WIND WHISTLING)
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Wicker Park.
What are we doing here?
You want to get paid,
don't you?
(WIND WHISTLING)
(METAL RATTLES SOFTLY)
(METALLIC CREAKING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(WIND WHISTLING)
That jacket's still
too big for you.
Baby brother.
(GASPING)
(PANTING RAPIDLY)
What happened?
Before we could get
the roaches, they got us.
I'm the only one
that made it out.
Wait, your...
Your bug... where's it at?
- Gone.
- No, that's impossible.
A few of us
are off the grid now.
- Few of who?
- I don't know the others.
The others don't know me.
It's better that way.
I don't exist anymore.
In some ways, I am dead.
You couldn't come find me?
I wanted to,
but there's narcs everywhere.
You know that. Even in Pilsen.
The Drummond brothers are back.
For good.
I'm dialed in, Rafe.
My friend,
he lives by the lakeshore.
He has this boat.
- We have this plan and...
- G.
- ...we're gonna go across the lake.
- G.
This... is the plan.
I know you get it.
- So, what'd I get you?
- Information.
Information for who?
Only Number One knows.
- Number One?
- Mm-hmm.
Who the hell is that?
No one knows.
It's-it's like I told you.
It's better that way.
Bad times coming.
This will help you get out.
Go to the lake house.
Not next week,
not tomorrow. Now.
- Before it get dark.
- Come with me.
Not again, Rafe. Not again!
We just got to take care
of ourselves.
What'd Dad say
the day we tried to get out?
Regroup. Fight back.
And he dead now.
- Watch your mouth.
- Let the roaches come and take
what they want
if they want it so bad.
And we can start
all over, Rafe.
We can get back to the way
that things used to be.
Don't-don't you get it?
Harmony, peace, unity...
it's all bullshit.
It's a lie, Gabe.
They-they gonna
take everything.
In a few years, they done
stripped us to nothing.
Got one more chance
to light a fire
big enough
so the whole world can see.
To prove to everybody out there
that the roaches can be beat.
Light a match.
Ignite a war.
Long as we fight back,
we got a chance.
Why you always
got to be the hero?
You got to pick a side.
You got to pick a side, Gabe.
One day, you have to,
or this is it.
(WHISTLING IN DISTANCE)
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMEN IN DISTANCE)
You got to go.
(ELECTRONIC WHISTLING)
Gabe, when this is all over,
I'll find you.
I promise.
You just got to go.
Now.
(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)
(COUGHS)
(COUGHING)
(BLOWS)
(WINDOW SQUEAKS)
(STATIC CRACKLING)
(WOMAN LAUGHING OVER SPEAKER)
(ELECTRONIC WHISTLE,
STATIONS CHANGING)
(DISTORTED CHATTER)
- (GABRIEL PANTING)
- MAN: Got him.
(PANTING CONTINUES)
- (IMITATES GUNSHOT)
- (DOOR OPENS)
(POP MUSIC PLAYING QUIETLY)
- Baby, what's going on?
- We're getting out.
Okay.
Well, before we do that,
why don't we just...
(GABRIEL PANTING)
Grab this.
And take only
what you can carry.
What did you do?
There's gonna be some trouble.
Gabriel, what is that
supposed to mean?
What...? Come on,
you're freaking me out.
(GABRIEL PANTING)
Rafe... is alive.
RULA:
Your brother?
- Yeah.
- Nice try, Gabriel.
What did he say?
Where did you see him?
That's about enough
to last us a couple weeks.
After that, we're gonna
have to make it on our own.
No, we won't make it
past the first checkpoint.
Not if we go across the lake.
I've got a boat
that we can use.
There's nothing over there.
There's no law. It's dangerous.
You're not listening to me.
They're planning something.
Okay, and if we go,
we are involved. No way.
- Baby, baby. Come on.
- No.
Gabriel, if you want to
keep me safe, you need to stay.
Please?
- No, I can't.
- No, Gabriel.
- I can't, I can't.
- Gabriel, this is crazy.
Please, let's talk about this!
(DOOR SLAMS)
Type this.
Send it to PDHQ. Fast.
(GATE CLOSES)
(PANTING)
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(WILLIAM GASPS)
(TIRES SQUEAKING)
(TIRES SQUEAK)
(STEADY BEEPING)
Move!
(STEADY BEEPING CONTINUES)
(TIRES SQUEAL)
(STEADY BEEPING CONTINUES)
(PANTING)
(STEADY BEEPING CONTINUES)
(WATER DRIPPING)
(GRUNTS)
(QUIET WHOOSHING, CRACKLING)
(STEADY BEEPING CONTINUES)
(CRACKLING)
(BUZZING AND WHIRRING)
(BUZZING AND WHIRRING
GROWS LOUDER)
(PANTING)
(HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLE,
THUMPING ON GLASS)
(GLASS CRACKLING)
(STEADY BEEPING CONTINUES)
(BUZZING AND WHIRRING CONTINUE)
(QUIET CLICKING)
(PANTING RAPIDLY)
- (GLASS CRACKLING)
- (BEEPS)
(BEEPING STOPS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(ENGINE REVS, TIRES SQUEAL)
(BUZZING AND WHIRRING)
(PHONES RINGING IN DISTANCE)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(DROPS KEYS ON TABLE)
(DOOR OPENS, SLAMS)
(BIRDS COOING SOFTLY)
(POWER TOOLS BUZZING)
(WHISTLES)
(INDISTINC POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(TYPING)
(PHONE DINGS)
(DIALING AUTOMATICALLY)
- Can they track us?
- No. I got a few mirror I.P.s.
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
(DIAL-UP MODEM BEEPING,
STATIC DRONING)
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO
CHATTER CONTINUES)
Got him. There's your target.
Consider yourself
as informed as Special Branch.
(COINS JINGLING)
So, who is he?
Just another collaborator.
Mayor's deputy.
No, no.
Who is he?
He carries the bomb.
(PHONE RINGS)
- Classifieds.
- Got room for one more?
(NEARBY PHONE RINGING)
(BUSY CHATTER)
One more.
The late edition?
They proofread the scratch
till 3:30.
(SIGHS)
Real important, Rittenhouse.
Ah. Thank you.
(ENGINES REVVING)
(NEWSPAPER RUSTLING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY)
I hate you all the time
Ready to make crime
- Stop calling me, my baby
- (DOOR OPENS)
You're driving me
so crazy...
(MUSIC STOPS)
(OVER RADIO):
This is a request going out.
("MY WORLD" BY
WAYLON JENNINGS PLAYING)
You can look out
your window
(FAUCET SQUEAKS, WATER STOPS)
To the bright lights below
You can see it's
- A temptation's game
- (DOG WHINING)
(WHISPERS):
Hi.
Well, I've looked out
- My window...
- (LAUGHTER)
- (DOG BARKING NEARBY)
- (POWER TOOLS BUZZING)
(BARKING CONTINUES)
(DROPS WRENCH)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(UNLOCKS DOOR)
(KEYS JINGLING)
(TOOL WHIRRING IN DISTANCE)
Who wants to go first?
(RUSTLING IN OTHER ROOM)
- (TOOL WHIRRING IN OTHER ROOM)
- (FAINT GROANING)
(QUIET GRUNTING)
DOCTOR (MUFFLED):
Get him off the table.
- (DOOR OPENS)
- THEO: Next. Hurry.
DOCTOR:
Get her in here.
His heart rate went below the
limit and distressed his bug.
Drones are maternal
to all bugs.
We have to get yours out now.
(CLICK)
(QUIET MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
(HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING)
(CLICKING)
(WHIRRING CONTINUES)
(CLICKING, SQUISHING)
(WHIRRING STOPS)
(CLICKING, SQUISHING)
Got it.
(CLICKING)
Don't move. I'll stitch you up.
(RAT SQUEAKING, CHITTERING)
(QUIET CLICKING)
(RAT SQUEAKING, SCURRYING)
(TRAIN BRAKES SCREECHING)
All right.
These three bugs
are the three insiders.
Heart attack, cancer,
unlucky car wreck.
Downtown folks,
spotless records.
The other three are good enough
for your drivers.
I need two now.
All right, my shift ends
at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow.
That's the latest
I can log them in as deceased.
That's as long
as they're good for.
They get I.D.'d after that,
they're it.
You're gonna need these plates
to keep the bugs down
in their mouth.
Semper fi, Sergeant.
(TRAIN PASSING)
(GRUNTING)
(OBJECTS CLANK)
(DOOR OPENS)
I always did believe
in life after death.
(COUGHING)
(KNOCKING)
Is that you, Father?
Come on back.
(MUSIC AND SINGING OVER TV)
(OBJECTS CLANK)
- What you got me?
- The last of it.
Wait here.
(GRUNTS QUIETLY)
Now, I assume
I don't have to tell you
what they'll do if they
find this on your person.
- Where'd you get this?
- Their ship crashed, too.
Attaches best to
natural fiber, human hair,
cotton or wool;
but because it's not
chemically based,
it's undetectable to scanners.
Because it's organic,
it passes through all security.
You can smuggle this in
anywhere.
And when you arm it,
it's a chameleon.
How do we arm it?
(MUFFLED DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
(DANCE MUSIC BLARING)
(DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES,
MUFFLED)
(RAPID BEEPING)
(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)
Double tap gives you
about 60 seconds.
- Drivers are downstairs.
- (KEYS JINGLING)
(CLIPPERS BUZZING)
(BEEPING)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
Holy hell.
Take that off.
You may as well
be wearing a target.
All right,
these implants get logged
as deceased
at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow.
After that,
you're dead to the world.
You know what happens to Pilsen
if they correctly I.D. us.
Any contact, before and after,
with any friends or family
puts the entire operation
at risk.
Remember... he gets us to them.
No one gets taken alive.
(SIGHS)
ELLISON:
Okay.
You ready?
Here we go.
(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)
Courage.
(ELEVATOR RATTLES)
(ENGINES START)
- Make a right out of here.
- I got it.
MAYOR ED LEE:
People of Chicago...
welcome to a special night
of coming together.
Of sharing.
And tonight,
we have some very special guests
joining us.
Before first contact,
our political system was broken.
We were fighting
among ourselves
in the halls of Congress
and on the streets
of this great city,
slowly bleeding to death.
And we needed change.
We needed someone
to show us a better way.
Well, the facts
speak for themselves.
Natural resource production
has increased tenfold.
Employment is at record levels.
Crime at an all-time low.
Pays to play the game.
LEE: And we have
the Legislators to thank
- for this American renaissance!
- (CROWD CHEERING)
(CROWD CHEERING IN DISTANCE)
LEE:
So, will you please join me
in giving them
a real hometown welcome
that truly shows
our appreciation
for nine years of peace
- and prosperity!
- (CHEERING)
(CHEERING CONTINUES)
(RAPID BEEPING)
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Mary Johnson, 8:39 p.m.
GUARD:
Window down, sir.
(RAPID BEEPING)
(RAPID BEEPING)
Enjoy the show tonight, sir.
- (UPBEAT MARCH MUSIC PLAYING)
- (CROWD CONTINUES CHEERING)
I'm inside.
HACKER (OVER COMM):
"E" section.
(UPBEAT MARCH MUSIC CONTINUES)
(UPBEAT MARCH MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(MUSIC ENDS)
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
the United State of America.
(TRIUMPHAL MARCH MUSIC
PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
(WHIRRING NEARBY)
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMEN OVER P.A.)
ANNOUNCER:
...a colorful reenactment
of nine years ago...
(ANNOUNCEMENT CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)
They're running this thing
like clockwork.
We got to give it to 'em.
HACKER: He's leaving
the VIP section now.
(BAND PLAYING
TRIUMPHAL MARCH MUSIC)
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
ANNOUNCER:
What a privilege it is...
- HACKER: Can you see him?
- I see him.
He's on the field.
We're in position.
(BAND PLAYING
TRIUMPHAL MARCH MUSIC)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(MUSIC AND CHEERING CONTINUE)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER P.A.)
- He's not coming to "E."
- He's going the other way,
- towards the tunnel behind you.
- Got it.
(MUSIC ENDS, CROWD CHEERING)
ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,
please rise to greet
our Legislature.
(DRUMROLL)
Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the light
(IN DISTANCE): Neither army
nor a bullet fired
Did stop them
at first sight
(RUMBLING, WHIRRING NEARBY)
They have gifted us
with harmony
And sweetest sleep at night
Their truth is marching on
Glory, glory
- Hallelujah
- (RUMBLING GROWS LOUDER)
Glory, glory
Hallelujah
Glory, glory
Hallelujah
- (PANTING)
- Their truth is
HACKER:
He's coming right at you.
Marching on
(LOUD RUMBLING, WIND WHISTLING)
(SINGING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
...fore the dawn,
now we're alone no more
On a wing away,
the night takes flight
The sun has won the war
Their light will carry on
(FLUTTERING)
- Glory, glory
- (RAPID CLICKING)
- Hallelujah
- (BELLOWING)
Glory, glory
Hallelujah
- Glory, glory...
- Robert Watts.
It's Ben.
Ben Simon.
Drexel Drive.
RAFE:
Keep it moving.
(ECHOING): Sorry about it.
Sorry about it.
- Hands off of me.
- (HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING)
(SINGING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
Allow me time to translate.
Breathe between sentences.
(RAPID CLICKING IN DISTANCE)
(ENGINE STARTS)
And answer to their call
This peace we carry on
Glory, glory
Hallelujah...
We need to allow them
to communicate first.
- (RAPID CLICKING CONTINUES)
- Hallelujah
Glory, glory
- Hallelujah
- (SIZZLING)
Their truth is marching on
Their truth is
marching on.
WOMAN (OVER RADIO): ...this is
V-04 citywide dispatch.
- (COIN CLINKS)
- Heavy smoke.
We got happy zone security unit
unaccounted for,
possible Legislator.
(ALARM CHIMING)
(ECHOING CLICKS)
- (EXHALES SLOWLY)
- (NEARBY THUMP)
(GASPS, SHUDDERS)
(BUZZING AND WHIRRING NEARBY)
- (EMERGENCY ALARM CHIMING)
- (CROWD CLAMORING)
(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)
(DOOR OPENS)
(ELECTRONIC WHISTLING)
(SCREAMING, FRANTIC CHATTER)
(HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING)
- (EXPLOSIVE THUMP)
- (PANICKED CHATTER)
(HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING
CONTINUES)
(TIRES SQUEAL)
Come on.
(TIRES SQUEAL)
- Don't move!
- (YELLS)
(GUNFIRE)
(TIRES SQUEAL)
Get in the car! Get in!
- OFFICER: Keep them out there!
- (GUNFIRE, BULLETS CLANKING)
Keep that crowd back!
You are hereby ordered...
(OFFICER CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(SIREN WHOOPING)
(GUNFIRE AND SIRENS
IN DISTANCE)
(BREATHES SHARPLY)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(PANTING)
- (LOUD THUD)
- (GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
- (CHITTERING NEARBY)
- (GASPING)
(RAPID CLICKING)
(RAPID CLICKING CONTINUES)
(FLUTTERING)
(BELLOWING)
(MUFFLED BELLOWING, FLUTTERING)
(PANTING)
(SUSPENSION CREAKING)
(SHARP CRASH)
(PANTING, MUTTERING)
(SUSPENSION CREAKING)
- (GROWLING)
- (GASPING)
(ROARING, CLICKING)
(CAR ALARM BLARING)
(RAPID FLUTTERING)
- (SHARP HISSING)
- (ROARING, CLICKING)
(GRUNTING)
(SHRIEKING)
(GRUNTS)
(CRUNCHING, SQUISHING)
(GASPING)
(SQUEALING)
Come on! We got to go!
(SQUEALING CONTINUES)
(GASPING, WHEEZING)
(EXHALES SLOWLY)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(WIND WHISTLING)
(PANTING)
- (SEABIRDS SQUAWKING)
- (WAVES SLOSHING GENTLY)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
- Oh, no.
- (GLASS SHATTERS)
(GRUNTING IN FRUSTRATION)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(WHOOSHING IN DISTANCE)
(WHIMPERS)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING
IN DISTANCE)
(BEEP,
QUIET ELECTRICAL HUMMING)
(PANTING)
(WHOOSHING CONTINUES
IN DISTANCE)
(SIRENS WAILING)
- (HELICOPTERS BLADES WHIRRING)
- (SIRENS CONTINUE)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING
IN DISTANCE)
You and me go together.
(SNIFFS, GROANS)
(RAPID PANTING)
(RAPID, SHUDDERING BREATHS)
(GROANS)
We got till 7:00 a.m.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING
NEARBY)
COMMISSIONER IGOE:
What people need to understand
is this is a war.
Between order and chaos.
Between democracy and anarchy.
(REPORTERS CLAMORING)
REPORTER: Commissioner Igoe,
is the insurgency reorganizing?
IGOE:
"Insurgency."
No one's mentioned that word
since Wicker Park.
REPORTER 2:
There are rumors
that hunters
are being brought in.
- (CAMERAS CLICKING)
- Measures are being taken,
but to preserve
their effectiveness,
I'm not gonna discuss them.
And we will keep you updated
as the situation evolves.
MAN:
No, a question over here!
- Thank you.
- (EXPLOSIVE WHOOSHING)
- (REPORTERS CLAMORING)
- (CAMERAS CLICKING)
MAN:
Commander.
Commissioner Igoe
is ready for you.
They're bringing in hunters
this time
- from off planet.
- They can't do that.
The one I.D. we have...
the ex-priest
from Saint Anthony's...
points to Pilsen.
You know what that means.
We can clean this up ourselves.
Yeah, nobody's talking
about a cleanup.
Pilsen isn't Wicker Park,
Commissioner.
- Yeah, not yet.
- They torch this neighborhood,
the network will go to ground
just like they did last time.
You know,
you're too sentimental, Bill.
Pilsen's a goddamn armpit.
Only good for whoring.
Their leadership is in Pilsen.
- You know that for a fact?
- I'm working on it.
Not fast enough.
If we do our job, we can locate
the end of the thread,
their Number One,
and unravel the whole network.
Look, let me stop you
right there.
Hey, that ship has sailed.
And I have to explain why
to them in there.
I got a positive I.D.
at Soldier Field,
the man I've been tracking
for two years.
I need time
to bring him in alive.
You're not listening.
Right now,
we have resources behind us.
Now, you might not see them,
but they're there.
They're protecting you.
And the more irrational
you become,
the more unnecessary noise
you make,
the harder it's gonna be to
invite you into the lifeboat.
Do you understand me?
If there's any chance
of getting off this dying rock,
I'm not gonna waste it.
Pilsen is already dead.
They just don't know it yet.
(BEEPING)
(ELECTRICAL HUM)
(SPRAY HISSING)
They hate the way we smell.
How about that?
(BEEPING)
Sorry I got to
leave you here, Bill.
Can't take anybody with me.
If you only knew
what was inside this place.
The commissioner's
privilege, sir.
You know it.
(BEEP)
(DISTORTED): And don't get
hung up on this, Bill.
Play ball.
And keep your hands clean.
Let the hunters do
the dirty work.
And I'll tell our friends
down below
they got our full
operational support.
Now, go home, relax,
take the night off
for once, huh?
MAN (OVER SPEAKERS):
All the second-stage tanks
now pressurized.
35 seconds and counting.
We are still go...
30 seconds and counting.
(STATIC CRACKLING, BEEPING)
Feels good. T-minus 25 now.
IGOE:
Let's ride this one out, Bill.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
IGOE:
Let them take the lead.
Just until it dies down.
WOMAN:
Security clearance complete.
- MAN: Ten, nine...
- MAN 2: Prepare for descent.
- (EXPLOSIVE RUMBLING)
- MAN: Ignition sequence start.
Six, five, four, three,
two, one.
("STARDUST" BY
NAT KING COLE PLAYING)
I can't protect you now.
WOMAN:
I know.
And now the purple dusk
Of twilight time...
I have faith in you.
Why?
Why do you?
Nobody else does.
High up in the sky
The little stars climb
We can go away together.
Always reminding me
That we're apart
That's not our story.
You wander down the lane
Dance with me.
And far away
Leaving me a song
That will not die
(WHOOSHING OUTSIDE)
Love is now the stardust
Of yesterday
The music
Of the years
Gone by...
You have a job to do.
(EXPLOSIVE WHOOSHING)
- (RATTLING)
- (DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(SIRENS BLARING)
(TIRES SQUEAL)
OFFICER:
Move, move, move!
Let's go! Go!
(OVER BULLHORN):
Get back! Move back!
Dad, wake up!
OFFICER:
You got to get moving now!
You got to move back! Hurry up!
Mom, wake up. Mom, wake up.
Specials are here!
(FRANTIC CHATTER)
Everyone,
get on the ground now!
- Get down! Get down!
- (OFFICERS SHOUTING)
Specials are here!
Specials are here!
Specials are here! Wake up!
(FRANTIC CHATTER CONTINUES)
OFFICER:
That's it.
Enough of this shit!
- Move, move, move!
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Don't turn your head.
Face the wall!
Specials! Specials are here!
OFFICER:
Move now!
(FRANTIC CHATTER,
INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUE)
- WILLIAM: Gabriel Drummond.
- Get your hands on the wall.
WILLIAM: Do you know him?
Have you seen him?
Rafael Drummond. Who knows him?
- OFFICER: Hands on the wall.
- Oh, hey, what do we got here?
Hey, where'd you get
all this money, huh?
What are you selling
to get all that money?
- Carry a weapon?
- (SCANNER BEEPS)
I asked you a question, punk.
Try that cowboy shit with me?
Let's see where that goes, huh?
Are you kidding me?
Who the cowboy now, huh?
Huh?!
WILLIAM:
What are you gonna do, Gabriel?
Shoot him?
Go ahead, shoot.
Kill the bastard.
You know it'll make you
feel better.
Come on, get rid
of some of that rage.
- Take them all in.
- OFFICER: Move, move, move!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
In this neighborhood,
we shoot our own guys.
Target one man,
Rafael Drummond,
moving on a fraudulent implant.
(WHOOSHING IN DISTANCE)
(BARKING)
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMEN OVER P.A.)
(TRAIN RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)
(LINE RINGING)
- (PHONE RINGING)
- (BABY CRYING)
Hello?
I'm sorry
I couldn't say it before.
I'm doing this for Charlie.
There's someone here
who wants to talk to you.
WILLIAM:
Hello, Evan.
Tell us where your friends
are going.
- (TRAIN APPROACHING)
- (BABY CRYING)
MAN (OVER P.A.):
This is a security message.
If you see something,
say something.
- (P.A. CHIMING)
- (SCANNER BEEPING)
WOMAN (OVER P.A.): Ladies
and gentlemen, last call
for boarding for buses heading
to New York City and Montreal,
departure set for 7:00.
(P.A. CHIMING)
(SCANNER BEEPING)
(TIRES SQUEALING)
MAN (OVER RADIO):
All units, stand down.
Requisite hunter units
traveling.
(EXPLOSIVE WHOOSHING)
BOY: I don't want to go
in the circling door.
WOMAN (OVER P.A.):
Last call for boarding
for buses heading to
New York City and Montreal.
MAN: Just push the door.
Come through.
BOY:
I don't want to go in.
MAN: Y-You're making
us late, Charlie.
Would you just push the door.
BOY:
Fine.
MAN:
Thank you. Thank you very much.
- (SCANNER BEEPS)
- (INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT)
(QUIET CHATTER)
(BUS BRAKES HISS)
(BACK-UP ALARM BEEPING)
(PANTING)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
- (QUIET CLICKING)
- (EXHALES)
(EXPLOSIVE WHOOSHING
IN DISTANCE)
(CROWD SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)
(RUMBLING, ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
(ALARM BUZZING)
(CROWD SCREAMING AND CLAMORING
IN DISTANCE)
OFFICER:
On the ground now!
- Hands behind your head!
- (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
- (WHOOSHING)
- (PEOPLE GASPING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)
- (PEOPLE GASPING, MURMURING)
- (DOOR CLATTERING)
(CHITTERING)
Sit down! Sit down!
(ELECTRONIC WHISTLING)
(PEOPLE GASPING, WHIMPERING)
- (RAPID BEEPING)
- (SCREAMING, MUTTERING)
(HUNTER BELLOWS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)
(DOOR CLATTERING)
(PEOPLE GASPING, WHIMPERING)
- (PEOPLE SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)
- (GRUNTING)
(GASPING)
(HUNTER CHITTERING)
(GAGGING)
Hey!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)
Hey!
You! Get down now!
I said down!
(BEEPING)
It's not over.
(WHIRRING, EXPLOSIVE WHOOSH)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING)
(GRUNTS)
RAFE:
Somebody kill me! (SHOUTS)
(PANTING)
I want a lawyer.
In another ten...
nine and a half hours,
there'll be nothing left
of Pilsen.
I said I want a lawyer.
You and I both know
those days are gone.
(HANDCUFFS CLANK)
I didn't need a warrant
when I burned your boat.
You work for me now, Gabriel.
I told you...
I'm not one of your narcs.
I'm not gonna do shit for you.
I'm not asking you
to do anything for me.
I'm not even asking you to do
anything for your community.
Even though plenty of people
are going to die.
Like your father,
you're more of a family guy.
Blood first.
When's the last time
you saw your brother?
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
I'm not gonna tell you shit.
So you can do whatever
you want to do to me.
(WOMAN SOBBING)
- (CHAINS CLINKING)
- (SHALLOW PANTING)
You got a visitor.
Family day.
You want to say something?
(SOBS)
Go ahead. He can hear you.
Baby brother, why...?
Why didn't you listen?!
What you doing here, man?
No.
No! No!
Gabe! Hey, don't!
Don't let 'em use you!
You hear me? You hear me?!
Man, I told you not... I told
you not to be a hero, Rafe.
- Don't do it!
- I told you not to be the hero!
Look, don't do it, Gabe.
I told you,
I'm already dead, man.
Do it, and I'll
make sure he lives.
You expect me to trust you?!
Gabe, you live! Gabe?!
- (RAFE SCREAMING WILDLY)
- GABRIEL: Fuck!
(SCREAMING ECHOES, FADES)
(STATIC CRACKLING)
WILLIAM: Listen to me
carefully, Gabriel.
Right now,
the Legislators are preparing
to level Pilsen
for what your brother's done.
Same way they leveled
Wicker Park.
Our roundups are over.
You are our one way
into the network.
I need you to deliver a message
from the Phoenix.
You will not ask questions.
Do exactly what I say,
and your brother will live.
Understand?
(PANTING QUIETLY)
When you wanted to deliver
something before,
where did you go?
(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
Give them this.
(FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING STAIRS)
- (GABRIEL PANTING)
- (STATIC CRACKLING)
- MAN (ON VIDEO): Is that Gabe?
- (POWER TOOLS BUZZING)
MAN 2:
What are you doing here?
GABRIEL: I got a message
from the Phoenix.
He's inside the van.
(ELECTRONIC WHISTLING)
(CROWD CLAMORING)
(MOTORCYCLE ENGINES REVVING)
(FRANTIC CHATTER)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING
OVERHEAD)
- MAN: Come on, man, move, move!
- (OTHERS SHOUTING)
(HORN HONKING)
MAN:
The door's open.
Show him what you showed me.
(GUN COCKS)
D-Don't, don't, don't. Don't.
I'm Rafe's brother.
Put it down.
Put it down.
There's no Rafe here.
What do you want?
How'd you know about this?
ELLISON (OVER SPEAKER):
Make the call.
WOMAN:
Subject moving west.
- Now, boss?
- Not yet.
(TRAIN BRAKES HISS)
You should've left already.
No, our orders are to stay
until the end.
I think this is the end.
They got him
at the bus station.
What if we got it wrong?
He's asking to be taken
to Number One.
Says he knows a way
into the Closed Zone.
Gabriel?
You know him?
RITTENHOUSE:
He was a student of mine.
ELLISON (OVER SPEAKER):
So, what do we do now?
RITTENHOUSE: Deliver
the message to Number One.
WOMAN:
Subject moving north.
(INDISTINC POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
WOMAN:
Subject traveling.
All units, remain out of sight.
(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING
IN DISTANCE)
It's the Pilsen brothel.
Follow her upstairs.
Now we go.
- OFFICER: All right!
- Move, move, move!
(DOOR CREAKS)
(HELICOPTERS BLADES WHIRRING
IN DISTANCE)
(DOOR CREAKS)
Hello, Gabriel.
H-How... how do you
know my name?
Now.
- Down! Come on! Don't move!
- Gun!
(GASPING)
(INDISTINC POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Stand down until I arrive.
(INDISTINC POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(ZIPPING)
You know this place?
No.
Hooker is a history buff.
Clip's empty. I don't get it.
Huh.
WILLIAM:
Only picture on the wall.
This us?
(DOOR CREAKS)
It's her own setup.
Communication line to
the Closed Zone is now open.
(RAPID CLICKING AND CHITTERING
OVER SPEAKER)
Name, rank, department.
Mulligan, William.
Commander.
Pilsen Special Branch.
(RAPID CLICKING AND CHITTERING
OVER SPEAKER)
Let's begin the debrief.
Proceed.
The computer we found
contained all names,
aliases and locations
of the Chicago network.
This communication sent
some years before restrictions.
Proof of a national network.
(RAPID CLICKING AND CHITTERING
OVER SPEAKER)
The computer belonged
to the prostitute?
Number One. She recorded
her interactions with her johns
and sent relevant
information out
through the network's chain.
Her second in command
was Charles Rittenhouse,
communications,
responsible for activating
the operation
known as Phoenix.
Go. Get in.
WILLIAM:
Number three, Patrick Ellison,
- operations.
- (ENGINE STARTS)
- Before demobilization...
- Wait here.
...Marine Corps, ordnance.
Wait, wait. N-N-N-No.
I'm staying with you.
I'm staying with you!
WILLIAM:
Number four,
Raul Casillas,
materials and transport.
Foreman at
the Pilsen Auto Yards.
Systems analyst Ivan Leviev
hacked into our central
surveillance database
and tracked
Deputy Mayor Robert Watts,
the unwitting courier
of the bomb.
(KEYS JINGLING)
Harrison Ma, a medical student
before the closures,
developed a procedure
to remove identity implants,
enabling the cell
to remain invisible
to tracker drones.
These were the principals
hiding in plain sight
who enabled the cell
to carry out the attack
on Soldier Field.
REPORTER: The search
for militant suspects
has accelerated.
An unidentified female resident
is reported to have been
shot and killed.
WILLIAM: But once we had
their Number One,
they knew we had them, too.
(STEADY BEEPING)
WILLIAM:
The Chicago network
is neutralized.
(RAPID CLICKING AND CHITTERING
OVER SPEAKER)
What was her name
and background?
Her name was Priscilla Scott.
She was a history teacher
at Pilsen Elementary.
She was off the grid
for nine years,
so there's nothing else
we know about her.
(RAPID CLICKING AND CHITTERING
OVER SPEAKER)
A prostitute. Why?
Access.
She groomed her clients
very carefully,
procured members
of the Unity government,
and manipulated them
into divulging
classified information,
which she recorded
with her concealed wire.
- Play the tape, please.
- (BEEPING)
PRISCILLA (ON TAPE):
Can you imagine
what they do down there?
MAN (ON TAPE):
Stripping everything.
Every crevasse.
Fracking to the power of ten.
Taking it all off planet.
- You felt those earthquakes.
- (BEEPING)
MAN 2 (ON TAPE):
They'll crawl. They stand.
It's all the same to them.
They have this network of
tunnels under the surface...
PRISCILLA: Wait. You've been
inside the Closed Zone?
MAN 2: No, not me.
The-the commissioner.
- He's the guy with the access.
- (BEEPING)
(ON TAPE):
Always reminding me
PRISCILLA: Well, then we better
get business out of the way.
- That we're apart...
- (BEEPING)
IGOE (ON TAPE):
Yeah, it's a big deal.
How often do they come out
of the Closed Zone?
Robert Watts, he's just
this alderman's bagman,
but he'll be handling them
out at the rally.
Briefing them, taking them in.
PRISCILLA: That's an
incredible responsibility.
IGOE:
Mm-hmm. What if I told you
that the roach governor
may be one of them?
- Oh...
- WILLIAM: Stop the tape, please.
- (BEEPING)
- MAN: Eugene.
(DOOR OPENS)
Our own chain of command
was compromised.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(ROARING AND RAPID CLICKING
OVER SPEAKER)
What about you?
What about me?
(RAPID CLICKING AND CHITTERING
OVER SPEAKER)
You live in this neighborhood.
Yes.
(RAPID CLICKING AND CHITTERING
OVER SPEAKER)
These are your people.
(FEEDBACK, STATIC OVER SPEAKER)
(RAPID CLICKING AND CHITTERING
OVER SPEAKER)
Evidence will be analyzed
by the Legislature.
In the meantime,
as acting commissioner,
you are to report to the
Closed Zone for further orders.
No more questions.
(LIGHTS CLANKING)
Loading up!
(WOMAN MAKING INDISTINC ANNOUNCEMENT OVER SPEAKER)
WOMAN (OVER SPEAKER):
Lines are single file.
(DEEP WHOOSHING)
Rafe's alive.
Yeah, so what?
I don't mean nothing
to him anymore.
- You had a purpose.
- There was no purpose.
Rafe's plan failed.
What if the plan was to fail?
Like I said,
you work for me now.
And what do you want me
to do with this?
Did you pay attention
in history class, Gabriel?
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
Now, get out.
- (CROWD CHEERING)
- (GENTLE JAZZ BALLAD PLAYING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
MAN:
Commissioner Mulligan.
They made you
the big man, Bill.
Look out for us
when you get down there,
Commissioner.
(CROWD CHEERING)
We may never pass
this way again
Never get another chance
to meet
If we never chance
to meet again...
("STARDUST" BY
NAT KING COLE PLAYING)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
And now the purple dusk
Of twilight time
Steals across the meadows
of my heart
High up in the sky
The little stars climb
Always reminding me
That we're apart
You wander down the lane
And far away...
JOHN (ON VIDEO):
Here we are.
Oh, Lord. Johnny, no.
Well, I'm all sweaty.
JOHN: Come on, baby,
you look beautiful.
- (LAUGHING): No...
- (JOHN LAUGHING)
(FADING):
Love is now the stardust...
- FLORA: Priss, Charles!
- Hi!
JOHN: Words of advice
from a history teacher
to the future generation?
Hi, baby Gabriel.
I can't wait to cuddle you.
JOHN:
That's not advice.
(HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING)
- JOHN: Bill, how about you?
- I'm off duty, John.
- You got a problem, call 911.
- Get up here.
You know Priss.
She teaches at the school
with my wife.
- Hi. How are you?
- Priss.
JOHN:
Bill, any advice?
WILLIAM:
Uh, yeah.
Teacher or cop, kid?
You got to make a choice.
Whatever you are,
be a good one.
WILLIAM: You got a hell
of a family here, kid.
- Thank you.
- WILLIAM: And not just them.
- All of us.
- GROUP: Hey, hey!
WILLIAM:
Pilsen's got you covered.
The future is yours, kid.
(BUZZER BLARING)
(CRUNCH)
WOMAN:
Confirming rank and identity.
MAN:
Commissioner William Mulligan.
WOMAN:
Security clearance complete.
MAN:
Prepare for descent.
MAN 2: 15 seconds.
Guidance is internal.
12, 11, ten, nine...
Ignition sequence start.
Six, five, four,
three, two, one.
Drop.
RAFE:
Light a match.
Ignite a war.
Long as we fight back,
we got a chance.
-
- (RUMBLING)
(RUMBLING GROWS LOUDER)