(the duo arrives in the Squad car and gets out and walks across the rail tracks)
CHRISTINE: Kids throwing stones in a railroad yard. I'm telling ya, they've gotta be kidding. What do we have Uniforms for?
MARY BETH: Come on. It's no great hassle, and we get the Mayor's Office off the Lieutenant's back.
CHRISTINE: How long have we got?.
MARY BETH: Twenty minutes.
CHRISTINE: It's gotta be ninety degrees already.
MARY BETH: Yeah, and they said it's going up. My aspidistra is on the blink.
CHRISTINE: You shouldn't have an aspidistra in a heat wave.
MARY BETH: (shouting inside) Hello! ...So where is everybody?
CHRISTINE: Probably out chasing our little darlings. (she picks up a rock that has broken a window and tests it's weight) It's a big crime wave, you know, kids throwing rocks. Probably got their education the same place that I did.
CHRISTINE: Let's go down here. At least there's some shade.
MARY BETH: You know the trouble with you? You got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning, that's all. You should count your blessings.
CHRISTINE: You see, there you go. Understanding me again. That's good. I hate that more than anything.
MARY BETH: Well, I'm very sorry, I happen to be feeling good today.
CHRISTINE: Well, you don't have to infect me with all your joy. All right? (stumbles in a hole) Damn it! Damn it!!
(as Mary Beth, slightly ahead, comes to the end of a container she is grabbed from behind and has a gun poked in her ribs. She drops the civilian-style uniform jacket she is carrying)
CHRISTINE: Hey! Wait!
BOYD: Back off! I need her. I'll kill her right here!
CHRISTINE: No, no. Listen to me. Listen to me. The woman that you're holding is a police officer.
BOYD: Come on.
MARY BETH: We're both of us cops.
BOYD: Oh boy.
(he looks around and sees a boxcar with an open door)
CHRISTINE: Listen to us. All right? I'm not going to do anything foolish. Neither is she.
BOYD: Good. So back off.
CHRISTINE: So just put the gun down and we'll talk about it. ...Drop your gun.
BOYD: Back off or she gets it!! You're next!
MARY BETH: Chris, do what he says! By the book. OK?!
BOYD: Back off!!!
MARY BETH: Do as he says. I'll be fine! ...I'll be fine.
(Boyd drags Mary Beth backwards towards the boxcar)
MARY BETH: (as she trips on a rail) I've got the wrong shoes for this. (at the boxcar) All right, all right. Where we going?
BOYD: Up the stairs.
MARY BETH: You don't wanna go in here.
BOYD: Come on.
(he drags her into the boxcar)
BOYD: (pushing her across the boxcar) Get over there.
(he slams the door shut)
BOYD: Get up! (she is contemplating getting her gun out of her handbag which is on the wagon floor) ...I said get up. ...Get away from me. Get up! Get up and turn around. ...Turn around!
(he empties her handbag and picks up and checks her gun)
MARY BETH: Do you mind telling me what this all about?
BOYD: You're my ticket out of here.
MARY BETH: Out of where?
BOYD: Just shut up. (as Mary Beth looks to see what he is doing) Turn around. (throwing the handcuffs towards her) Put 'em on! ...Bend down and put 'em on! Pick 'em up! ...Put one around your wrist.
MARY BETH: OK. Fella,...
BOYD: Go ahead. Put one around your wrist. ...Put your hands behind your back. ...Put 'em behind your back! (putting his gun in her back and telling her to move her free hand) Get up there. (securing the handcuffs) There. How's it feel, huh?
(two uniformed officers run up)
CHRISTINE: Detective Cagney. Fourteenth.
KELSEY: Kelsey. We're after a guy who knocked off a grocery store, at Hundred and Fifteenth, and Seventh.
CHRISTINE: Male Caucasian. Six foot two. Dark hair. Green T-shirt on under a jacket.
KELSEY: You saw him?
CHRISTINE: Yeah. He's in that boxcar over there and he's got my partner. He's got a Saturday night special.
KELSEY: Six shot. Thirty-eight calibre.
CHRISTINE: I'll get reinforcements. All right? You contain him. Just contain him.
CHRISTINE: Did you get that, buster? No shooting. You got that?
CHRISTINE: (as she runs off) No shooting!
CHRISTINE: (into radio) Central. This is detective car twenty-one with an emergency message. I have a ten thirty-two in a railroad yard near the 112th Street overpass. I'm on the scene in civilian clothes. We have a hostage situation with a member of the service being held as hostage. I repeat, we have a member of the service being held as hostage.
(dozens of police arrive including a SWAT team. There is a helicopter overhead)
TALBOT: (SWAT Team lieutenant) This guy got her piece?
CHRISTINE: He's got it. She was carrying a thirty-eight special with twelve spare rounds.
TALBOT: What's he got?
CHRISTINE: A Saturday night special. I think it's a thirty-eight.
TALBOT: We've got eighteen rounds to contend with plus at least six more on the suspect. (to his men) You two, Team A. You, you, Team B. Right. Go on out there and give those Uniform guys some relief. Hey, and when you get set up in position, watch your crossfire.
KING: (a sergeant in civilian clothes) Send those Uniform guys back. I wanna talk to 'em. (to Talbot) Lieutenant, set up a perimeter for me.
TALBOT: Clearing the whole area?
KING: Yeah. This is a big one.
TALBOT: Do you wanna see the situation?
KING: All right, where are they?
TALBOT: In the boxcar. Down the tracks. The door that you can't see is padlocked from the outside. You don't have to worry about that. The one that you can see, that's the only way in now.
KING: (indicating the office) Secure that shack for me.
TALBOT: (as he goes off) OK. You got it. I'll check it out.
KING: (noticing Chris) Excuse me, who are you?
CHRISTINE: Detective Cagney.
KING: That's your partner in there. Right?
KING: We'll get her out for ya. I never lost one yet. Look, we've handled enough of these to know what we're doing. Now you got an ID on the suspect yet?
KING: Has anyone talked to him? (Chris shakes her head) Made any demands?
CHRISTINE: Not yet. No.
KING: So, we don't know his name. ...OK. I guess this is what we call 'Square one'.
MARY BETH: Armed robber. Am I right? ...So what's your name? ...Look, I gotta be honest. There's only two possible endings here. The one, I don't wanna even think about. The other one is lay down your gun and give up. I can personally guarantee your safety. No one's gonna hurt you, but we will have to take you into custody.
BOYD: You just knock it off. I gotta think.
MARY BETH: That's good. That's what you should do, is think. Because the whole rest of your life is on the line here, right now.
BOYD: Yeah, your life too. Don't forget that. Your life's on the line here too.
MARY BETH: What did you say your name was? ...Hey, come on, we're gonna be here a while. I've gotta call you something.
MARY BETH: Boyd. OK, Boyd. So, how are ya, Boyd? Twenty-five point six years old.
BOYD: Yeah. About that.
MARY BETH: All right. Then let's get serious. What are we talking about. First offence, fifteen years. You do a third of that. Right. Good form, we're talking four and a half years.
BOYD: No. No way.
MARY BETH: Boyd, if we come out of this, we're gonna have to add kidnapping. That's two felonies. And then maybe they'd label you a persistent felon. That's heavy time, Boyd. Instead of being out before you're thirty, we're talking a potential of fifty-five minimum, sixty maybe.
BOYD: I ain't going to no joint and I ain't staying here either. I'm going out and you're coming with me.
MARY BETH: Hey, I'm trying to give you an out, Boyd. I'm being straight with you. You give up now and we charge you with, maybe unlawful imprisonment. That could be a misdemeanour. I'm giving you my best shot here, Boyd. Now what are you gonna do? ...Come on, use your head. What are you gonna do? ...Make a decision!
BOYD: You shut up! ...Just shut up!! ...I gotta think.
MARY BETH: OK. ...But think fast, would you, Boyd? It's hot in here.
(later King is using a bullhorn through the broken shack window. The boxcar door is partially open. Mary Beth can be seen sitting on the floor. Boyd is at the door with his gun)
KING: There, in the boxcar. My name in King. I'm a police officer. I know you're wondering what's gonna happen next. We've had situations like this before when they've worked out fine. We want this to work out fine. You have a police officer in there with you (Boyd disappears from sight) and you can rely on her to keep her head. Now don't do anything foolish. (Mary Beth gets up and also goes out of sight) I want you to know if you come out now no one will jeopardise your safety. You have my word on that.(Mary Beth appears in the door. Boyd's gun is sticking out from behind her) If you lay down your weapon no harm will come to you. So what do you say?
BOYD: Oh yeah, I'm coming out, all right. My way, Mister, not yours.
KING: My name is King. What's yours?
BOYD: Aw, forget it! I'm not buying that.
KING: I have to call you something. How about 'John'? OK? All right, John, we're here in force. We're not going away and neither are you. Now, like I said, no one's gonna do you anything foolish, but understand this, I want you to stay right where you are until we work something out.
BOYD: I've got this lady in here. She's my passport. Any place I wanna go. Anything I wanna do, I get. ...Or she's had it. Do you hear me!
KING: I hear you. Listen have you got anybody that you'd like to talk to? ...Family. ...Girlfriend. ...Priest. Minister.
BOYD: Oh, come on. Forget it. Give it up!
KING: That's not a bad idea. Let's both give it a rest. Think things over, huh?
TALBOT: Well, it looks like we're gonna be here for a while.
KING: You're right.
[Under the overpass]
(more police resources arrive. The media are there)
POLICE PRESS OFFICER: I've been authorised to make the following statement.
(SWAT Team members with rifles with telescopic sights get into position, including under rail wagons, on an electricity pylon and a crane tower. The sun is blazing down)
BOYD: I pull off a nickel-dime stick up and I got the whole police force out here.
MARY BETH: You did it good too. I've gotta tell the truth about that.
BOYD: Knock it off.
BOYD: It must be a hundred and fifty degrees in here.
MARY BETH: You know for what it's worth, there's shack over there. It's got running water and an air conditioner.
BOYD: Sure. Just a nice little stroll in the sun together, huh? ...You must think I'm really stupid.
MARY BETH: What I know is... He's talking of negotiating. Maybe you could work something out.
BOYD: Mm hm. What about snipers? Police rifles. I know about that.
MARY BETH: These are disciplined officers. They don't shoot without orders.
BOYD: Forget it! ...A bad idea. A stupid idea.
MARY BETH: Scary, huh? I'm... Well, I'm scared. ...And there's nothing wrong with being scared. Right?
BOYD: What makes you think I'm scared?
MARY BETH: Oh, I don't know, just being here, huh?
(Boyd kneels down and starts touching Mary Beth's knee, skirt and blouse with his gun)
MARY BETH: Look, as long as we're on the subject...
BOYD: All lady cops wear lace?
MARY BETH: As long as we're on the subject, there is one thing I would like to get out of the way, Mr. Boyd.
BOYD: What's that?
MARY BETH: Do you really wanna kill me?
(later the sun is at it's highest)
BOYD: What's with you, motor mouth? All of a sudden you've got nothing to say.
MARY BETH: I was thinking about my aunt. Actually she was my mother's aunt. But it doesn't matter. She used to put a sheet in the freezer and then she'd drape it over the fire escape and sleep out there. Did you ever do that? Better than air conditioning.
BOYD: No, I never did. You shut up about that. I don't wanna hear about your aunt.
MARY BETH: What's the matter, Boyd? Getting warm?
BOYD: No. You are.
(there is a knock at the door. In the background a western is on the TV which the kids are watching)
HARVEY: Just a minute.
(he opens the door. There are two uniformed officers standing there)
UNIFORMED OFFICER: Mr. Lacey?
(Harvey goes outside to talk to them)
[Under the overpass]
(Lieutenant Palmer arrives. Sergeant King meets him)
PALMER: I've been monitoring the calls on the way in.
KING: Detective Cagney. This is Jim Palmer, Lieutenant Palmer, the Department psychologist.
PALMER: Detective. I need to know things about Detective Lacey that may not be in her file.
CHRISTINE: Like what?
PALMER: Anything you can tell me about her that might affect the way she behaves out here.
CHRISTINE: She's spent fourteen years on the job, Lieutenant. She knows what she's doing.
PALMER: Is she familiar with the hostage book?
CHRISTINE: Cover to cover.
PALMER: How persuasive is she?
CHRISTINE: She can talk anybody into anything.
KING: Well, do you think she's smart enough to play the guy? You know, work him. Possibly keep him off balance.
CHRISTINE: I think so.
KING: Good. Good. You know, Jim, I think we're gonna play this a totally different way. I like the fact that we've got a woman down there working him full time. I like that.
CHRISTINE: Sergeant, you know it's getting pretty damn hot down there. Can you imagine what it's like with the sun beating down on that boxcar? Just how long can they take it?
KING: Time is on our side. It's one thing to drop the hammer on a total stranger. It's a lot harder to kill somebody that you know. ...The longer she's down there, the better they get to know each other. She's doing half our work for us. Do you follow me?
CHRISTINE: (to King and Palmer) Excuse me.
SAMUELS: How ya doing?
CHRISTINE: Doing my best to stay on top of it.
SAMUELS: Really? You should see yourself. Do you see that man there? He never lost a hostage. Not one. Not ever.
CHRISTINE: It doesn't make me feel better.
SAMUELS: Do you wanna help Lacey out? They're having a lot of trouble identifying the suspect. So why don't you get over to the robbery scene? See what you can find out.
CHRISTINE: No, I don't want to leave her.
SAMUELS: There's nothing to do here, Cagney, except get in the way. Go on now. ...That's an order.
CHRISTINE: Thank you, sir.
(Chris strides in past a uniformed officer and a woman)
FICKETT: Excuse me. Just a minute.
CHRISTINE: Who are you?
FICKETT: Detective Fickett. Who are you?
CHRISTINE: Detective Cagney from the Fourteenth. Have you got an ID on the perp?
FICKETT: (walking away) We're working on it. (to a uniformed officer) I want you to go out and check the staff.
CHRISTINE: (looking at a group standing in the store) Were they witnesses?
FICKETT: That's right.
CHRISTINE: Are they cooperating? What are you getting?
FICKETT: Look. We do have an on-going investigation here. Unless you've been authorised to take over...
CHRISTINE: I need an ID on this man fast! I need a psychological profile. I need a rap sheet. ...Hey, look, damn it! Do you know what's going on down at the railroad yard?
FICKETT: You're the partner. ...I see. (Chris nods) Why didn't you say so? ...All right, I understand. If you wanna talk to the victims, they're right over here.
CHRISTINE: (to the victims) Excuse me, I'm Detective Cagney from the Fourteenth Precinct. What can you tell me about the assailant?
MARY BETH: So Boyd, how's your life going? Happy? How's tricks?
BOYD: Don't get funny.
MARY BETH: No, I'm serious. Do you like the way that your life is going here?
BOYD: Sometimes you don't have a choice.
MARY BETH: You've got a choice right now.
BOYD: I don't wanna hear that.
MARY BETH: Oh. All right. OK. ...I'll change the subject. Have you thought about your family? You know, they're gonna suffer the consequences of this too.
BOYD: Ha, ha, ha. Family! Ha, ha, ha. What family?!
MARY BETH: All right. You had to come from somewhere.
BOYD: I know what you're trying to do, OK? You're trying to pull a number out of the air. You're trying to keep me talking so I don't I know what's going on. Right?
MARY BETH: Hey, I was trying to put in my twenty years, that's all. OK?
BOYD: So! What's up with your friends? Let's go and see what they're doing. Get up!
MARY BETH: OK.
BOYD: Get up!!
MARY BETH: OK.
BOYD: (pulling Mary Beth to her feet) I'm sure as hell they'll be glad to hear from us.
(he gets behind her and opens the door)
BOYD: Hey, you over there! King?! Do you hear me?
(King is on the bullhorn)
KING: I'm right here, John.
BOYD: If you still think I'm stupid, you're gonna be sorry. Stop calling me 'John'!
KING: What do I call you then?
BOYD: It's Boyd, man. Don't forget it!
KING: What's on your mind, Boyd?
BOYD: The heat. The heat's on my mind, man. You're just sitting out there waiting for me to pass out. Right? Forget it! Well it ain't gonna happen. ...We're coming out of here, right now.
TALBOT: (into wire) Suspect is threatening to move.
KING: Just a minute there, Boyd. ...All right. So you come out. Where you gonna go?
BOYD: To the shack ...that you're in. It's got water and air-conditioning. Right?
PALMER: If he insists you give it to him, I'd give it to him.
KING: You want this shack, huh?
BOYD: Yeah. Right.
KING: Well, I'll tell you , Boyd, I've got to talk this through with a lot of people. I can't authorise a move like that by myself.
BOYD: Well, you do that.
KING: You'll give me a few minutes, won't you? You'll do that for me? I need some time. I'll get back to you. OK? (to Talbot) What do you think?
TALBOT: Well it's giving him an awful lot.
KING: If we give him this, we're giving the him the chips to bargain with.
TALBOT: Well, we know the layout of this place. That's enough data.
KING: You can contain him? Right?
TALBOT: We're set up for it.
TALBOT: What about the air-conditioning?
KING: I never said it was working, did I?
CHRISTINE: (into phone) What was the name? ...Did you get anything else? ...OK. ...Er, look, what if we cut into the computer line and run names? ...It's not if his name's John or George. How many Boyds can there be with rap sheets? ...We'll just pull all the mugs and see if we get a match. ...It'll take three or four days just to run the ratings? ...Paul! You there too! ...Yeah. ...OK. Thanks guys.
[Under the overpass]
(Harvey arrives in a patrol car with the siren blaring)
HARVEY: Where is she?
SAMUELS: In a boxcar over there.
HARVEY: A boxcar?
SAMUELS: You take it easy. Don't worry about it. She's fine. Are far as we know she's doing OK.
HARVEY: Looks like you're fighting a war here.
SAMUELS: Let me introduce you to the guy in charge here. Sergeant King, this is Harvey Lacey.
KING: Let's get away from here. ...You're wife's fine, Mr. Lacey. She's rather uncomfortable but she's doing fine.
HARVEY: What are you gonna do?
KING: Well, the suspect, the guy holding her, he wants to move to the shack.
HARVEY: Are you gonna let him?
KING: Well, as a matter of fact, yes. Tactically it's to our advantage.
HARVEY: What do you mean 'tactically'? What does it mean practically? You're not gonna start shooting?
KING: Look, Mr. Lacey, nobody wants to shoot this guy! But we're all brothers-in-blue here, and so far as I'm concerned, your wife's safety comes first. I mean, the guy has threatened her life.
HARVEY: What if he dives? What if they shoot at him and they miss?
KING: Lieutenant Talbot, this is Detective Lacey's husband.
TALBOT: We're gonna get your wife back, sir. ...Mr. Lacey, I've got fourteen snipers here and believe me, they are highly disciplined officers. Any one of them could shoot a dime from your fingers at two hundred yards. They never squeeze off a round until they know where it's going.
HARVEY: I don't know.
KING: Look, Mr. Lacey, we've never lost a hostage. ...Not a single one. You're gonna have to trust us.
(Samuels takes Harvey away)
HARVEY: Can you rely on someone to never lose a hostage?
SAMUELS: Oh, absolutely. It's true. It's not just him. We've got one of the best teams in the country right here. ...How are the kids? Do the kids know?
HARVEY: They're over the hall with a neighbour. I asked her to turn the TV off.
SAMUELS: Lacey, this could be a while...
HARVEY: Oh, no, no. I'm staying, I'm not leaving 'til she's out of there.
BOYD: They've got air-conditioning in there. Right?
(Boyd is taking his belt off)
BOYD: And water, running water?
MARY BETH: (suffering from the heat) Yes, I saw it.
BOYD: (putting the belt round the back of her neck) Hey, you're not gonna pass out on me, are ya?
MARY BETH: I'll be all right. We're in this together. Right?
BOYD: I'll flat blow you away. I mean it.
(he fastens the belt tight around her throat)
MARY BETH: I'll be all right. It's just the heat here.
BOYD: You better. Because I ain't going without you.
[Under the overpass]
(members of the SWAT Team are on the move)
HARVEY: What's going on? Where they going?
SAMUELS: If they do drop the guy, then it's all over. Right? Now, you listen to me, Harvey, they're not gonna endanger her, not for one second. I mean that! ...Never!
HARVEY: I'm no good at this. I'm no good at all.
TALBOT: (into wire) Team B. Team B. This is Talbot. Either way, stay out of sight. I don't want you surprising this guy.
KING: (into bullhorn) All right, Boyd, we've got some good news for you. I've always been fair with you, and I know you're gonna be fair with me. I've cleared the track between the boxcar and the shack. Your only route is straight to that shack. I can't trust you any more leeway than that.
(Chris arrives. Harvey runs across)
HARVEY: (taking Chris's hand) Boy, am I glad you're here.
CHRISTINE: Harvey, how ya doing?
HARVEY: Not so hot.
CHRISTINE: Steady, Harvey. We've got everything pretty well under control.
HARVEY: That's what they've been telling me. Chris, I am scared to death here.
CHRISTINE: Hang on. That's no dummy out there. That's Mary Beth. Right? Does she know what she's doing or not?
HARVEY: Sure she does. She knows what she's doing, all right. I just wish there was something I could do.
CHRISTINE: So do I. Here, I've got something for you. Here. Uniform jacket. They picked this up on the site.
KING: All right, Boyd, we're ready for your move.
HARVEY: She's coming out.
KING: You're not gonna see a single officer. No one's gonna threaten you safety.
BOYD: All right, lets move. Turn around. Go on!
[Under the overpass]
KING: I want you to go straight into the shack. That's your only chance for safety. No detours. Understand? That would be dangerous.
TALBOT: (using binoculars) They're coming out. ...He's got her tethered. He's got a belt around her neck.
KING: (punching the vehicle he is leaning on) Damn. (into wire) What we're looking for here is a target of opportunity. ...You've got the green light. I repeat. You've got the green light to shoot.
FEMALE SNIPER: Roger.
KING: ...I don't wanna miss, gentlemen. ...I don't wanna dead officer down there.
(Boyd manoeuvres Mary Beth across the tracks. The SWAT Team look for their opportunity)
TALBOT: He knows what he's doing.
(Boyd gets her into the shack)
(Boyd kicks the door shut and tries the lights. They are not working)
[Under the overpass]
KING: All right. We've got a few surprises in there for him.
BOYD: They've shut the power off! (going into the toilet and trying the cistern) No water either. ...They've shut everything off! You knew about this, didn't you!
MARY BETH: That's procedure. They always do it, to the book.
BOYD: You knew about this. You let me be a walking target out there. (pulling the belt around her throat) Didn't you? ...Didn't you?!
MARY BETH: We had to get out of there. You know that. Huh?!
BOYD: You knew the set-up there, and I fell for it. ...There's no covers on the windows. Why is that? ...Come on, you know everything. Why is that?! ...Snipers? Right? ...Boy, you guys never give up, do you?
KING: Are you ready?
PALMER: Yeah, I'm ready.
BOYD: All right, we cover the windows.
(the phone rings)
MARY BETH: (as he moves her across the window) Can you get there? (shouting) We're coming. Hang on!
(Boyd picks up the receiver)
[Squad car/Yard office]
(both King and Palmer have handsets)
KING: This is King. How are we doing in there?
BOYD: You know damn well how we're doing.
KING: Come on, Boyd, you've got everything you wanted.
BOYD: You blew it pal. You lied!
(Chris, Harvey, Samuels and Talbot are all listening on a radio speaker)
BOYD: You said you'd got air conditioning in here.
KING: I didn't lie. I never said it was working.
BOYD: I want the water on and I want the power on and I want it right now.
KING: Look, pal, there is something you don't understand. You are not in control here, I am. ...You want the power on? Fine. You've gotta give me something.
BOYD: Oh, I'll give you something, all right. You want me to give you something? All right. Here. How's this!
(he pushes Mary Beth in front of the window)
BOYD: How's this? ...There. How's that?! I'll give you five. How's that?! How's that?! You see that?
KING: Look, I'll tell you what. I'll give you one or the other, but not both.
BOYD: Don't push me, King. You're running out of time here, buddy.
KING: Well, it looks like we've got a standoff then.
BOYD: You want me to waste this copper in here? Huh? Is that what you want. (Palmer whispers to him. To Palmer) Go easy. ...Now, Boyd, let's just settle down a little, huh? You're gonna have to learn to trust me.
BOYD: Blow that off, King!
KING: Oh, look I'm gonna turn the water and the power on, OK? Then you'll know you can trust me for my word. What I'm gonna do is, I'm gonna send an officer in.
BOYD: No cops.
KING: Well, then, things just stay the way they are, because you know that I can't send a civilian. You know I can't do that. ...Boyd? ...Boyd?
BOYD: All right, send a woman. That broad she was with before.
KING It's gonna take a little time.
BOYD: I've got something you ain't got, man.
KING: Boyd. I'm gonna have to guarantee her safety. Now that's gonna take time. I'll get back to you in ...ten.
[Under the overpass]
(King and Palmer get out of the car. Chris comes up to them)
CHRISTINE: Can you conceal a weapon on me?
KING: I thought you were running the legwork.
CHRISTINE: I got help.
KING: You really wanna go down there?
CHRISTINE: I could think of things I'd rather do. ...But I'm going!
MARY BETH: So Boyd, where do you think all this is gonna get you?
BOYD: Out of jail. What else?
(he finishes putting the handcuffs around a pipe in the corner)
MARY BETH: Where do you think you are now? Look around.
(he puts a yard map over a window)
BOYD: On my way out of here.
MARY BETH: Are you sure about that?
(he pulls something over another window)
BOYD: You just watch.
(he upends a desk in front of a third window)
MARY BETH: Boyd, would you look at me? Please. ...Hey, come on! ...There's no way in the world that that's gonna happen.
BOYD: They're never gonna take me out of here alive, I'll tell you that. The way I figure it, as long as you're with me, I'm calling the shots. Where I go, you go. ...Pretty simple.
[Under the overpass]
(Petrie and Isbecki arrive at the trot. Chris is talking to a reporter)
REPORTER: How many years she got on the force?
CHRISTINE: She's got a husband, two kids... (to the reporter) Excuse me. (to Petrie) What you got?
PETRIE: His file.
ISBECKI: Details. Picture.
CHRISTINE: (looking at a file he has brought) That's him.
PETRIE: Boyd Evans Strout. Parole jumper out of Illinois.
CHRISTINE: (to Samuels and King) Excuse me. The ID.
PETRIE: Pretty extensive rap sheet, Lieutenant. Went down for manslaughter. Plus two murders charges.
KING: (taking the file) This is what I've been dealing with, OK?
SAMUELS: Good work you two.
CHRISTINE: Yes. Good. Thank you.
PETRIE: Your computer run.
ISBECKI: Eighty-four Boyds. (mopping his neck) Oh God.
[Yard office/Squad car]
(back on the phone)
BOYD: I want two hundred thousand dollars and a police car with a radio, so I know I'm not being followed.
KING: One thing at a time, pal. We're turning on the water and the power. Let's not get carried away here.
BOYD: I want the cash and I want the car, and I want it right now.
KING: You want two hundred thousand dollars. You want it now?
KING: That's gonna take a little time. I'll get back to you in ...ten.
[Under the overpass]
(Chris is listening)
KING: You heard him. What do you think?
TALBOT: I think this could be the break we've been looking for.
KING: I think you're right. (passing over the file) The guy's a hard case.
PALMER: I don't think he's gonna crack.
KING: He's pulled the trigger twice already.
PALMER: Let me tell you something. This guy has a psychopathic personality. He's very disturbed. (looking at Chris) Very unpredictable.
TALBOT: So what we're gonna do is take him out.
(King turns and looks hard at Chris. Later Talbot is briefing Chris)
TALBOT: When we were in the shack, I had these pictures taken. You see this bulletin board? Well it now looks to be moved over this window. This desk is upended over this one and that yard map is tacked up over that one. In other words the odds are the door's not barricaded.
KING: So what we're gonna do is this. What we've got is a two-pronged attack. We got attack teams here and here, flanking the door. We've got a sniper out here for a shot through the window.
CHRISTINE: Wait a minute, that window's covered.
KING: Yes, but the glass is broken.
CHRISTINE: Oh. Right. Kids throwing stones.
KING: So what we're gonna do is send you down there. All he's thinking is that you're gonna turn on the power and the water for him. Right? So just play it that way.
CHRISTINE: Go it.
KING: From the moment you leave the CP you're gonna be fully exposed to Boyd's view. In fact I'm gonna call him and tell him you're out there. It's up to me to keep him on the phone while the attack teams slip into position, while he's checking you out and I'm talking to him.
TALBOT: You're gonna be unarmed. You know that?
CHRISTINE: All he has is a handgun. It's not very accurate. So they're telling me.
TALBOT: You'll be wearing a bullet-proof vest.
KING: I want you to understand ...this whole operation is key on you. If at any time at all it feels flaky, just call it off and get to hell out of there.
CHRISTINE: Right. ..So what's your trick? How are you gonna take this guy down?
TALBOT: Here's what happens. You're gonna move down the tracks toward the shack. He won't be able to take his eyes off you. Because you're a threat to his safety. Right? The switch for the power is down here at the far end of the tracks. Boyd is gonna be over here, on the phone, talking to King. Now sooner or later you're gonna have to pass out of his line of vision. Right? ...But he's not gonna like that. He's gonna want to check up on you.
KING: So what we're gonna do is confuse the suspect by giving him two choices. As soon as you pass out of sight, I'm gonna roll out that get-away car and tell him to look at it for his approval. You'll be wired so you'll hear everything we say on the phone. If he takes the bait, sooner or later he's gonna look at that car, and I'll be talking to him. Working him. When he does, that switches back to your window, the power supply and the front door. He'll never know what hit him.
CHRISTINE: How are you gonna get a clean shot?
KING: You'll be monitoring the phone call so you'll know about Boyd's conversation, when he's looking at the car. All you do is reach up through the window and pull the map down ...and then dive for cover. Cos this will open him up for the snipers field of fire. They'll drop him.
TALBOT: This is your show, really. Do you think you're up to it?
CHRISTINE: You just tell me when.
KING: Two minutes.
(at the fence Harvey, Samuels, Petrie and Isbecki are watching)
LA GUARDIA: (joining them) How are you, Harvey?
HARVEY: I'm OK, Paul. How ya doing?
LA GUARDIA: OK. I guess that's it. Huh?
HARVEY: Yeah, that's the shack, down there.
LA GUARDIA: Mary Beth? How's she doing?
HARVEY: She's still in there. She's fine as far as we know. She can be a very persistent lady, you know.
LA GUARDIA: I know.
SAMUELS: (to La Guardia) Who's running the store?
LA GUARDIA: It's six-thirty, Bert.
HARVEY: Only six-thirty? It seems like I've been here half of my life.
(Boyd is ripping the paper off of candy bar)
MARY BETH: Where did you get that?
BOYD: Out of your bag. Where did you think?
MARY BETH: Oh yeah. It's the kids' lunch. I forgot. ...I don't suppose I could have a bite.
(he breaks off a lump and throws it on the floor)
MARY BETH: It is mine.
(he throws another lump)
BOYD: You got kids, huh?
MARY BETH: Yeah, two boys. Nice... Nice boys.
BOYD: How do they feel about funerals.
(they hear a sound outside)
BOYD: Where's your friend?
MARY BETH: Hey!
BOYD: They said they were gonna call.
MARY BETH: You said it'd be in ten minutes and it hasn't been ten minutes.
BOYD: I'm getting tired. ...Stop looking at me! Every time I look over there, you're looking at me.
MARY BETH: I was just thinking about funerals. ...You know I've been a cop fourteen years last month. I never got used to dead bodies. I'd hate to see you laying dead there, Boyd.
BOYD: Who's gonna be dead, huh?
(he points the gun at her)
BOYD: Huh? ...Who's gonna be dead?
(the phone rings)
[Yard office/Under the overpass]
BOYD: It's about time.
KING: I said ten minutes, Boyd. It's been exactly ten minutes. What I want you to do is look out of the west window.
BOYD: Oh yeah. Sure. And get blown away. Right?
KING: All right, don't then, but it's a woman. It's what you asked for. She's unarmed. She's on her way. She'll turn the power and the water on for you, but you really ought to check her out.
(Chris is walking slowly with her arms extended)
BOYD: OK, I see her. She pulls one move and they're both dead. One move, King, and they're both dead. ...You got that?
(Harvey and co. can hear the conversation on a the speaker. The attack teams make a move towards the shack)
KING: What she is gonna do is go round the other side of the shack where the switches are. Right?
BOYD: Yeah, yeah. Right. Now what about my car? And what about that bread I asked for?
KING: I told you, we're working on it.
BOYD: I'm sure you are.
KING: You talk like you don't believe me.
BOYD: I don't believe you. Right?
(the attack teams make another move up towards the shack)
KING: Hey Boyd, you didn't tell me how you want the cash. Do you want it in large bills or small?
BOYD: All right, King, come on, don't jibe me!
(the attack teams are at the shack)
BOYD: I want the car and I want the two hundred thou. ...You work it out.
(Chris approaches the shack)
KING: You take it easy. You've given me a lot to do. I can't pass miracles.
BOYD: Do want this lady alive?! Huh, King?. Now you do like I tell you. (pointing the gun again at Mary Beth) Got that?
(he sees Chris pass the window with the desk up at it)
BOYD: Hey, where's she going? ...Where is that policewoman going?!
(Chris passes another window)
BOYD: Speak to me. Come on! Tell me. Where's she going?! ...Where'd she go?
KING: I told you, she has to go around the other side of the building. That's where the utilities are. I told you that.
BOYD: How do I know she hasn't got a bomb or something like that?
KING: Boyd, you know that she's unarmed. You checked it out yourself. Will you take it easy?
BOYD: I don't like this game. I don't like this at all.
KING: Hey, do you want the water on? Do you want the air-conditioning on?
(Chris ducks past the window with the yard map over it)
KING: Are you listening to me? ...Boyd? ...Boyd?
(Chris looks round the corner of the shack and nods to an attack team)
KING: Boyd, I've got the car ready for you. Do you wanna see it? Do you wanna check it out?
BOYD: I wanna know where that policewoman is. I wanna know where she's going. ...Do you hear me?
KING: I told you she's around the other side of the building. Look, we're rolling out the car now. Just look up here towards the CP And you'll see it.
BOYD: Unmarked. Right?
KING: (to the car driver) Hold it.
KING: You said police car! ...A police car has markings.
(Chris nods to Talbot who is watching through binoculars. All the snipers are in position)
TALBOT: (quietly) OK King. Everybody is in position.
BOYD: I've changed my mind. I want an unmarked car. Unmarked! You got that!
KING: OK, but that's not gonna be built for speed. You're gonna want to move, aren't you?
(he waves to the car to move)
BOYD: I said unmarked. That's what I want. Unmarked!
KING: All right, but it's gonna take a little time.
BOYD: Stop it, King! You're fooling around with me here!
KING: Listen, did you check it out? Did you see what kind of car we got you? That thing is capable of doing a hundred and twenty-five miles an hour. It's a heavy-built engine and all of that. (Boyd takes a peek) You never know when it's gonna come in handy.
BOYD: I don't see it out there. I don't see no police car out there. Where is it?
KING: We're rolling out now from under the bridge abutment. ...Take a look at it!
BOYD: Yeah, I see it! I see it and it's no good!
(Chris tears down the yard map. A sniper fires. The attack teams sledgehammer the door down and go in. They fire two shots. Harvey thinks they've failed. Mary Beth begins to cry. Chris arrives in the doorway)
KING: Is the suspect neutralised? ...Confirm.
CHRISTINE: Oh, my God.
MARY BETH: No! Chris don't look at me. OK? Please. Don't look at me.
(Chris kneels down beside her to comfort her)
[Under the overpass]
KING: (into wire) Is the suspect neutralised? What the hell is going on down there? Somebody talk to me. Damn it!
MARY BETH: Get these things off! Get them off!
(Chris releases her from the hand cuffs and belt, and the duo embraces one another)
KING: (on wire) Is the suspect neutralised?
[Under the overpass]
KING: (into wire) Somebody down there talk to me! Is the suspect neutralised?
CHRISTINE: (unhooking her body mike) Affirmative.
[Under the overpass]
KING: (to Harvey and co) She's OK.
MARY BETH: Take me home, will ya?
[Outside the yard office]
(the duo emerges to shouting and the blaring of car horns and sirens. Chris points to Harvey)