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All right? Okay, Earl?

l want you to take that gun and point it

away from-- What's your name, Miss?

- Debbie.

- You point that gun away

from Debbie's head, okay?

Debbie's f***in' brains are gonna be all

over the floor in five minutes...

- if you don't get my f***in' car, man!

- No, please!

- No, Earl. Earl.

That's the worst thing you can do.

That's a really bad move if you do that.

Okay? Let's be clear

about something.

lf you kill anybody,

l can't help you.

- No, please, God! No!

- All right? l can't help you.

Rules of the game change then. SWAT will

take you out if you kill somebody.

- That's what they gear up for.

- No, please, don't!

They're ready to do you right now.

l want you to see something.

Come here. Just look--

Just look out the window here.

Look across the street.

There's a sniper

in the window.

He's lookin' at you right now

on a scope on his rifle.

The window next to it,

sniper in there too.

- Oh, sh*t.

- All around the building,

we got SWAT on the roof.

And they been given the word.

You kill anybody--

anybody, they'll

take you out.

And they don't give a sh*t. They'll take

you out and go right to lunch, okay?

F***! F***, man! Fu--

- What are my chances, man?

- Not bad.

You know, last month somebody

robbed a bank in Daly City.

They made it all the way

to the freeway. Cops gave him a car.

He got on the freeway and he lost 'em.

- Oh, God!

- Really?

- But they didn't kill anybody.

Hmm? How you doin', Harold?

- Hey, what are you doin' to that, man?

- Okay, uh, Earl?

l gotta take Harold outta here.

He's bleedin' pretty bad.

l took an oath as a negotiator.

lf l ever go into a hostile situation

and there's an injured party...

l'm duty bound by that oath

to take the person to safety.

Now, you can shoot me if you

want, but the next negotiator's

gonna tell you the same thing.

- All right?

- Just gimme my car, man,

all right? Gimme my car.

Everybody, everything's gonna

be all right. We're gonna get

everybody out of here. Okay?

- You get me my car or l'll

do her, man! l f***in' swear,

l'm not f***in' around!

- We'll get you your car.

All right? And Earl, Earl.

Take that gun down from Debbie's head.

- Don't mess wi--

- We don't wanna have any accidents.

- Don't f*** with me, man.

- Everything's gonna be cool.

- Get me my car, man!

- God, no, don't kill me!

- Shut up!

- Come on!

- Hold your fire!

- Let's go! Let's go!

That's one out.

Seventeen to go.

Okay, Harold, here you go.

- Gimme your gun.

- What?

- Gimme your gun.

- Man, l haven't had to shoot

anybody in three years.

- Why not keep the streak alive?

- 'Cause this strung-out

junkie's gonna kill somebody.

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