- Hey, Colby, SAC kicked this back. - Again?
Yeah. They wanna know where we're at on the Title Threes, okay?
- We're heading out. - Oh, you going to the stash house?
Yeah. Gonna pick up breakfast first.
- Egg whites on wheat, please. - Granger?
Lumberjack special, double the pancakes, please.
- What's going on? - Oh, Narcotics is short-handed.
The SAC asked me to fill in for a few weeks.
- Well, they asked or you asked? - I think it's better, don't you?
Liz, it's not like I don't think you're a good agent.
I still want you on the team.
Yeah, I can't help but wonder if you'd be saying the same thing
if I was the one who called it off.
Hey, Don, I got a judge on the phone about the Title Threes,
but he wants to talk to you.
You know, I'm...
When it comes to promoting the book, I'll do anything the publisher asks.
But taking publicity pictures in the FBI's bullpen seems kind of tacky.
What? Mathematician, published author, FBI crime solver.
What's tacky about being presented as the Renaissance man you are?
I don't know, I'm just a tad bit worried that the more popular the book gets,
the farther it gets away from the math.
Yeah, well, if you wanna reach your widest audience,
touch the most hearts, you have to...
- Sell out. - Sell a lot.
Going down.
Did you ever notice the first car you get is always going the wrong way?
Well, actually, the elevator paradox accounts for that.
Any elevator spends most of its time in the largest section of the building.
So that's likely the direction it's coming from when you hit the call button.
If we were to stand here for several hours...
Saved by the bell.
- Got Laker tickets for next Saturday. - And Colby can't make it.
As nice as it is to be second choice,
I'm going back east for a couple weeks.
Really? Larry mentioned that he was headed back east as well.
I knew you two were getting back together. Granger owes me 20.
- You bet on me and Larry? - You know, I left my wallet upstairs.
I'm serious, I'll be right back. I'll meet you out front.
- Hey. - There's a line right here.
Hey! Hey, bub!
- Back up. - Drop the weapon.
- Drop the weapon and let her go. - This is not my fault.
- I acted in self-defence. - Self-defence from who?
- Who's trying to...? - From you.
From all of you. You won't leave me alone.
Okay, you just... Sir, tell me what you need.
What I need?
You need a hostage.
You need a hostage, now you have two.
David?
- I'll kill her. - Then I will kill you.
Nobody wins.
Too many things to keep track of.
What's going on out there? What's going on in here?
It's hard to watch both of us, you know?
You're gonna make a mistake.
You don't wanna make a mistake.
- I'll let her go if you let the door go. - No, we can't do that.
Yes, we can, yes.
Yes, I will.
I'm ready to die right now, are you? Are you?
- Okay. What now? - Just a minute of quiet, okay?
Let me think.
- David Sinclair. - What?
While you're thinking, you think about my name.
David Sinclair.
You have a name maybe I can think about?
Ben Blakely. Surveillance subcontractor.
He's a wizard with wiretapping and hidden cameras.
All right, let's go, fellows. Look alive. All rappel gear up on six.
Special Operations can only do so much,
so sometimes we have to outsource.
He was working on a RICO case for me. Standard OC surveillance.
Agent Devane, do you have any idea why he would shoot at you?
He started acting nutty.
Thought we were following him, tapping his phones.
So I had to let him go, revoke his clearance.
Shutting him out of all government contract work?
I knew he was tightly wound,
but I didn't see him as the disgruntled-shooter type.
Obviously not.
Follow him to the hospital. I'm gonna need a complete statement.
What happened?
I've got this ex-contractor who's having paranoid fantasies.
And David trades himself? What's that about?
- Why didn't you stop him? - He made a judgement call.
Yeah, well, not a very good one.
Okay, you weren't there.
I wouldn't have done it either, but he wasn't wrong.
- He saved that woman. - You're right.
- King, SWAT. - Car's stuck between floors.
We're setting up positions here and in the bullpen.
Has anybody opened up a line of communication with Blakely?
Give him a couple minutes, let him think about his situation.
Maybe put in a psych warfare soundtrack.
Shake up his world, soften him up a little bit.
All right, before we start isolating and agitating a disturbed suspect,
maybe we should let him air his grievances.
- Let him think we're listening to him. - I agree.
You can go through the motions if you want.
But we're gonna end up assaulting, it's the way it goes.
Stay at your positions. No one moves until I say.
Get a line on Blakely, his background. Liz, I want you to go to the hospital.
So somebody just walked into the FBI and started shooting people?
Yeah, it seems to happen every year or two around here.
Actually, if you consider the number of people carrying guns in this city,
and account for the amount of criminals associated with this building,
and weight it against the security measures...
I suppose they deal with this stuff all the time here?
- David's gonna be okay? - Probabilistically.
So, what do we do now? What? We just wait?
- Until they need me. - What are they gonna need you for?
There's always something.
- What is that, Charlie? - It's a thought.
- It's more of an abstract notion. - Yeah, about what?
About getting David out of there.
- You know what's going on out there? - Guns, cops, more guns?
Your people are getting ready to kill me.
- They don't want to. - Yes, they do.
What was your plan, Ben?
Thought you'd come in here shooting and walk out the front door?
I didn't have a plan. I didn't think.
I just wanted it to stop.
- I told Devane over and over... - Who's Devane?
- And what did you tell him? - He's the FBI guy I shot.
I told him to stop following me.
He had people spying on me.
Do you know what that's like, to never have any privacy?
Always wondering who's watching you and from where?
This is Don Eppes.
To talk to me, you just push the call button on the panel there.
Now, sir, I want you to understand two things.
We want you to surrender,
and I will do anything necessary to insure the safety of Agent Sinclair.
The first step is for us to just start talking now, okay?
What you want right now, Ben, is time. You need time to think.
Now, if you don't answer, you're gonna push everybody out there to act faster.
Hey, that is exactly what you don't want.
He's fine. Tell them, tell them you're fine.
Everything's fine in here, Don.
- Everybody's keeping a level head. - Mr. Blakely, you gotta understand,
sooner or later, you're gonna come out of there.
What do you wanna do, Ben?
Ben. Ben?
I don't wanna talk right now, and I don't like being watched.
He terminated contact.
The playbook says we shut down the air conditioning, kill the lights,
run a fibre-optic line through the car, restore our visual.
Actually, Don, you're better off not looking inside the elevator.
This must be the math brother.
Exactly what made you come to that conclusion?
You're not an FBI agent, but you walked in here like one.
He earned that walk, okay? What were you gonna say?
It's a classic thought experiment called the Chinese room.
In which, there's a computer inside a room
receiving questions written in Chinese characters
that it answers back in Chinese.
It's programmed so perfect that the questioner thinks he's talking
to an actual person, which is called the Turing Test.
Now, imagine there's a man inside the room who doesn't speak Chinese,
but answers the questions back using the same rules as the computer,
writing back predetermined responses.
John Searle argued that you can't get meaning
from a blind manipulation of symbols, while other argued that...
All right, I get that the elevator is the Chinese room, right?
- Who's the computer? - It's not about the Turing Test.
The answer's far more abstract than that.
Yeah, well, I don't get it. More data is always better, Charlie.
So why not look?
I'm pointing out that there are programmed responses
logical to both David and Blakely.
- How long till you get a camera in? - Ten minutes. We get a visual,
we put an armour-piercing round through the thinnest wall.
It's not the nicest way to resolve this, but it's the fastest.
You can't guarantee you're gonna kill the guy before he pulls the trigger.
Even if I could, I wouldn't.
All right, just put the camera in for now.
I've been helping you for four years. I haven't been wrong too many times.
- Well... - I mean, this isn't just some...
Some thought experiment?
I don't believe it. Not Ben.
- He witnesses life. He doesn't live it. - Did you notice any warning signs?
Erratic behaviour? Increased agitation?
He showed all of those signs, especially before our divorce.
Our son died in a car accident seven years ago.
After that, he just disappeared into his work.
I think watching other people made him feel less lonely somehow.
He seems to think that he's being watched.
He's thought that for 25 years.
Sweeping the apartment for bugs, avoiding store cameras.
I think when you know how easy it is to take somebody else's privacy away,
you're that much more sensitive about your own.
Do you think there's any way you could get through to him?
Agent Reeves, I don't think I can help you with Ben.
He's as much a mystery to me as anybody else.
It's getting hot in here.
It's probably a safety mechanism. Save power during a malfunction.
What do you think they're doing out there?
Trying to find a way to end this peacefully.
The agent you shot.
Devane.
- He thought I wouldn't find out. - Find out what?
That they were following me, spying on me.
Why?
He destroyed my life's work to cover up his...
Cover up what?
Ben.
- Hey. - Son of a bitch.
Ben, what was Devane trying to cover up?
- Eppes. - Hey, Ben, stay with me. Ben.
- Eppes. - Yeah, Ben, what's up?
Do you really think you can pull a fibre-optic snake past me?
- You pull it. Pull it. - Ben, listen to me.
I don't care if we both die in here.
- Ten, nine... - You are gonna make me shoot you.
Then do it. Do it right now and we'll both die.
- Calm down, okay? It's just a camera. - I will not be watched.
Don't back yourself into a corner. Don't do this.
- Seven, six... - Easy, Ben.
- I don't care. - Calm down.
I will not be watched. Five.
You can't do it, Eppes. Negotiation 101.
- Four. - Lower your gun.
- Three. - Ben, I'm pulling it.
I'm pulling it. Pull it, pull it.
All the way out.
All right, it's out. It's out.
- Okay, okay. - All right.
Okay.
You realise we just told wing nut he's in charge.
Maybe we should try passive surveillance.
Thermal imaging? Yeah, we can read heat signatures through the walls.
But the problem is, it's not enough information to give us a clean shot.
- It's better than nothing. - Not according to your brother.
Everything I heard about the guy, he's like a magician.
- Are all his ideas so out there? - Yeah, sometimes.
Should we be thinking about it?
Rib stopped one, and the other was a through and through.
Good thing he wasn't a better shot, huh?
You know, something's just not making sense about Ben Blakely.
He profiles as volatile and paranoid,
but none of the bellwethers of explosive violent action are there.
- Meaning what? - Meaning he was right for an episode,
but something set him off. I'm guessing that's something you're not telling me?
Is she for real?
As real as the files we accessed on your RICO case.
The SAC shut it down six weeks before you fired Blakely.
So, what exactly has he been doing for six weeks?
Blakely already had surveillance cameras and wiretaps set up
on a dozen organised-crime figures.
I let him keep recording until the warrants expired.
I figured I might get lucky.
Unauthorized use of Bureau funds for an unapproved activity?
I mean, come on, that's a hell of a disciplinary review.
They're gonna have to move fast. I'm retiring at the end of the month.
Look, I rolled the bones, tried to go out on a win instead of a loss,
and it blew up in my face.
You think two bullets isn't punishment enough, then report me.
You know those interrogations where the subject is telling you
just enough of the truth to make it hard to tell where the lie starts?
I think he made a bad judgement call, and now he's trying to cover his ass.
Internal Investigation is gonna have to find the truth eventually.
Yeah, but David doesn't have eventually kind of time.
I think we have to go open up Ben Blakely's head
and get a good look inside.
So how long you been in surveillance?
Twenty-five years.
I made the transition from analogue to digital.
Reel-to-reel and directional microphones
to laser switchers and omni-directional receivers.
Not a lot of us did.
Must have seen and heard a whole hell of a lot.
No, not really.
It's just information that we packaged and moved on, l...
- I hear it but I never listen. - I find that hard to believe.
- Twenty-five years? - Exactly.
All those voices, all those words, If I had listened to all of it,
if I had listened to any of it, I'd have gone...
I'm not crazy, you know.
The FBI has been watching me. I can prove it.
How?
It doesn't matter, does it?
If you were working for Devane, right,
and he had everything you recorded, why watch you?
I don't know.
All right, then where was killing him gonna get you?
I mean, it wouldn't get you any answers.
Well, maybe it would.
Maybe now someone will tell me why I was being watched.
Or maybe...
Maybe all I want is for this moment, right now,
with no one watching me.
I couldn't sleep knowing they were listening.
Just...
Just... I'm just...
I'm just tired all the time now. I can't focus.
Okay, the thermal camera's in.
The car's too small. Heat signatures are blurry.
Even if they haven't changed positions, I still can't advise taking a shot.
I don't see what we can do but insert.
How many times have I been there for him? How many?
And he interrupted me. He cut me off like I'm some kind of...
- Consultant? - Okay, fine.
- But he didn't have to act like the... - The boss.
I'm getting subtle clues that you're on his side.
No, no, no sides. It's just that you're both in a very stressful situation.
You have to admit the idea of not looking inside the elevator,
- given the circumstance, is a little Zen. - Zen? Radical, maybe.
But he didn't even allow me to formulate the argument.
I mean, I know I'm right.
That's not even true. I failed. I failed to make myself understood.
Sometimes there are things in my head
that are so purely what they are,
that when I try to turn them into words,
there either are no words or I just don't know how.
And you can't imagine how that feels.
How hard it is to have an idea and not be able to share it.
Hey, can you come do me a favour? Come take a look at something?
Yeah, sure.
This is the image from the elevator. I need to know if there's any way
- of reading these that I don't know of. - Yeah, I don't know. Maybe.
If you would allow me to try to explain the Chinese room theory.
Charlie, listen to me, okay? We're going to assault.
What I need to know, is there anything I can do
to improve David's chances?
Yeah, of course.
I can do something. I can't guarantee it will be enough.
Whatever you can do, I would appreciate it, okay?
You know, when I was a kid, we lived in this brownstone.
When the phone would ring downstairs, you know, I'd pick it up.
If it was one of my older sister's boyfriends, you know,
she'd take it on the upstairs extension.
I never really cared what they were talking about,
I couldn't help but listen in, you know?
It's the human urge
to light up the dark corners for answers in other people.
But at the end of the day, there are no answers there.
Just more lives as sad and singular as our own.
That's why you stopped listening?
What answers were you looking for, Ben?
You know,
I don't think anyone understands loss until they've lost a child.
Not really.
And once you truly understand loss,
you realise it's worth anything to never feel it again.
I stopped listening, Sinclair,
because I didn't have the strength to take their pain too.
So why didn't you just quit? I mean, just walk away?
Twenty-five years, Sinclair. I don't know anything else.
More coffee. And I found some... Well, some kind of cookies.
Seems like I spend half my life
bringing you boys food and beverages, you know.
K means cluster analysis.
It's hard to believe there was a time when I considered myself math literate.
Well, the process can get complex, but the concept is fairly simple.
David and Blakely are throwing off two coinciding heat signatures.
Like two schools of fish passing through each other,
looking in the naked eye like a single group.
But when you analyse the data continuously,
examine the movement and behaviour of each individual fish,
you can separate the two clusters.
And figure out which one is David and which one is the crazy guy.
Well, first I have to separate the heat signatures.
Discerning which one is which requires a whole other analysis
of height and weight and body type.
- Son of a gun, I know this elevator. - Been on it enough times.
No, I mean, it's a Schindler 400A.
The convention centre project I've been consulting on
has four of them.
I need to talk to Don.
I didn't know there were this many ways to spy on a person.
Okay, so where do we start looking? And what are we looking for?
Let's skip all the raw surveillance material and the work stuff for now.
We're looking for a letter or an emotional trigger of some kind.
Of course, there's almost nothing personal in here.
There's not one photograph or one knickknack.
It's like he's consciously burying all of his memories.
I got a file folder labelled, "Them."
Now we're talking paranoia. Is it like a list of grievances?
- What is that? - Video files, I think.
Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that everyone isn't watching.
Okay, this pulley system here is called the over-speed governor.
It keeps the elevator from dropping too fast.
Yeah, we can drop the car any time you want.
But if you override the emergency brake,
the car will start moving slowly because that's what it's designed to do.
Well, that would give Blakely plenty of time to shoot David.
But if you reset the over-speed governor,
raise its maximum speed...
A diversion, right? How far you think it will drop?
No more than five or six feet.
So we drop the box, my guys go in while they're still rattled, right?
It's still a lot of risk, guys.
Well, less if we know where they both are.
I don't know about you, okay, but I'm getting hungry.
Yeah, sure.
Drugged food, and a chance for them to drop in some tear gas.
Hey, Ben, nothing makes them more nervous than silence, okay?
You gotta start putting some demands out there,
open the lines of communication.
You want them to stay outside,
you gotta get them talking here in this room.
What, I'm supposed to take your advice?
Ben, if they don't think there's any reasoning with you,
they're gonna bring this elevator down to the ground floor,
and they are going to breach it.
Even if we haven't shot each other by then,
I do not wanna be in the line of fire.
Ben, do you wanna live?
I'll put it another way.
You wanna live.
That's why you shot Devane, to protect yourself
because you wanted things to go back the way they were.
But you didn't think this thing through.
So now it's up to me to help you out, okay?
Ben, I am gonna walk you out of here.
I'm gonna go to jail.
Yeah. Probably.
Eight-by-eight box, 24/7, with no privacy, huh?
How do you think I'd do?
So maybe you're wrong. Maybe living isn't my best bet.
- There's dozens of files like this. - Yeah, he's warspying.
Just when I'm convinced you can't come up with something new.
Most video surveillance cameras operate in broadcast
on unprotected 2.4 gigahertz video feeds.
- You're talking like wi-fi, right? - Exactly.
And intercepting those feeds requires a video receiver,
an omni-directional antenna, really not much else.
It's probably hidden in his briefcase.
So he sweeps his loft, probably a routine check for bugs...
Realises he is being watched, unlocking all the paranoid fantasies,
- exacerbating the privacy issues. - So who the hell is watching the guy?
Can't tell you that, but I can tell you where from, give or take 35 feet.
- How? - It's like any other signal.
Okay, it gets stronger as you get closer to the receiver and the transmitter.
It gets weaker as you get farther away.
You plot enough points where the image is clear
and you apply inverse geometry.
Like fireflies, flickering on and off during a summer night.
Apparently random blinks of light in the darkness,
but math reveals their true path and purpose,
what trees they've laid eggs beneath, where they've gone to mate,
bringing rhythm and pattern to their light show.
Let's just focus on the thermal image, all right?
This programme doesn't need me to finish its work for it.
Given the wealth of data,
the geometry should take me like, 15 to 20 minutes.
Good idea, Alan, about the elevator.
You know, I feel kind of funny about being so involved here.
- And if anything should happen... - Well, it won't.
You know, I'm a little old for hollow reassurances, Colby.
You see, this was my idea,
and if David gets hurt, I am responsible for that.
Well, yeah, that's true.
Some hollow reassurance would be nice now.
Look, Alan, there's no instruction manual
for how we handle these situations. I mean, not really.
You know, we make our best guesses out there and we just hope.
So how do you wrestle with that? Having to make these big decisions?
Having people's lives literally in your hands?
I mean, sure, it's not every day that your best friend's life is on the line...
Actually, a lot of days it is.
Based on body type, a small height differential,
and allowing for inaccuracies in the cluster analysis,
I can say that this is David.
But I can say that with only 65 percent certainty.
- Yeah, well, that's a big 35 percent. - And that's why I can't advise going in.
Wait a minute, somebody's gotta ask. What does your Chinese room say?
All right, it's an analysis of Blakely's stated objectives
and David's impact on his environment.
- It's a weighted matrix of risk-reward... - Hold, hold, hold on a second.
Can't you do that and still see in the box?
No, the act of observation creates a relationship
between the viewer and the subject, all right?
I can't tell you why I know what I know.
Unfortunately, not in a way that you'd understand,
but I'm hoping to arrive at a persuasive strategy before it's too late.
Yeah, well, it's too late.
I mean, look, no demands. The guy's refusing to negotiate, okay?
We cannot wait any longer.
- Elevator's ready to drop. - All right.
Any way to give your guy a heads up?
- Yeah, our distress word is Mexico. - Mexico.
Yeah, let's do it.
Charlie.
Look, I wanna go in there, okay? David is my partner.
I know his moves better than anyone.
I can make sure these guys don't overreact.
Don, tell me the argument to make, I will make it.
All right, you can go in behind SWAT, same as any other action.
You gotta give up on this one, buddy.
I didn't get where I am by giving up on being right.
Ben, this is Don Eppes. How are you doing in there?
Everything's fine, Don. Everybody's good.
We could maybe use some water, some sandwiches.
- No, no one comes in. - Ben, listen to me.
We've been in your loft. We saw the video.
We know someone was following you.
- Someone. - We're gonna help figure out who.
- I promise you this. - You know who.
I put bullets in the son of a bitch. You tell me why.
Well, come on out, and we'll figure it out together.
Oh, you'll whitewash everything. You protect your own.
You'll throw me in a cell and stare at me.
- And what will it all have been for? - What is it all for?
Ben, you gotta talk to me here.
Ben, I wanna help you.
David wants to help you.
But you've gotta be realistic about your situation.
Ben, you're in an elevator.
You can't just walk out,
hop on a plane to Mexico.
Now.
Hold your fire. Hold your fire.
He's got a through and through to the left shoulder, otherwise stable.
It didn't work, Eppes. I have both guns now.
I'm in control now.
You tell them. You tell them. You tell them.
Everything's status quo, Don.
Why? Why are you lying?
I'm not gonna give you the power you want, Ben.
Not till you're gonna make the right decision.
- But I have both guns. - You're still in the same position.
You shoot me, you're as good as dead.
Oh, feels like I've been kicked in the ribs.
Not that I'm complaining about a bullet-proof vest working, though.
What the hell you doing shutting the door?
Trying to keep your men from killing my partner.
You got no business jumping in front of the action.
- My men are trained. - Trained to do what?
- Shoot too fast? - Guys, later.
You should talk to your brother.
He may be out there, but at least he's got a plan he's willing to stick with.
At least we know where we both stand, huh?
You tried to kill me.
Really? I distinctly remember not shooting you when I could have.
About time, I ordered a half an hour ago.
- You owe us $15. - Fifteen?
- You tip generously. - We need to talk to you
- about Ben Blakely. - Ben who?
You know, that guy you've been following around the city videotaping.
Okay, since you obviously don't have a lie handy,
you should know that Blakely's holding a federal agent at gunpoint.
So we're just a little short on patience.
Wow, this is some hobby you got here.
Well, I gross 200 K a year. I mean, not that I get to enjoy it.
I spend most of my time in places like this.
- How did you find me? - Inverse geometry.
Ben Blakely?
He's one of the best in the business. Not as good as me.
Really? He knew that you were watching him.
He intercepted your video feeds.
Oh, that briefcase. He was warspying me.
Cheap bastards wouldn't spring for the double-encrypted feeds.
- Oh, cheap bastards being? - The Elcar campaign.
The guy running for governor?
Yeah, Elcar got hit with three scandals in two weeks.
Figured they were being bugged,
so they hired me to sweep the offices, I back traced the bugs to Blakely.
Started taping him to see if we could get a lead on who hired him.
I can't believe he was onto me. Damn, he played that cool.
We're back to where we started.
"However beautiful the strategy,
you should occasionally look at the results."
Winston Churchill.
That's pretty much what King said. You've got yourself another fan.
Yeah, I tend to get more respect
from people who didn't give me noogies when I was 6.
Listen, Blakely is the man in the Chinese room.
He processes information without ever understanding its significance.
- Okay, so? - So that's the way he likes it.
You know, it keeps his world contained.
- That's his rulebook. - Right. Him, David, no cameras.
There is an impartial
two-player perfect-information game called Chomp.
In which two players take turns removing cookies.
The object being to avoid taking the lower left corner
which is the poison cookie.
You can mathematically prove that using optimal moves,
the first player will always win.
But you can't mathematically determine first moves
that will guarantee a win.
David made the first move getting in the elevator?
You became the third player and screwed up the winning strategy.
Chaos theory holds
that outcome is sensitive to initial conditions,
so you've gotta restore the decision-making process to David
because he started it.
Don, if you were in that elevator,
who would you want to make the next move?
When you told us you were retiring, you failed to mention
- that you had your next job lined up. - Governor's re-election campaign.
Official title, intelligence chief.
And unofficially, you're the dirty-tricks guy.
Without telling them you moved Blakely from RICO surveillance
to spying on the governor's political rivals.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
We're talking about misappropriation of government funds.
You're not just gonna lose your job.
You could end up bunking with some of the people you've been busting.
I had a whole story worked out,
why he was watching a campaign building,
why he was on a RICO case.
And you know, he never asked.
The man was oblivious.
Not so oblivious he didn't figure out he was being followed.
So you destroyed his career to protect your own.
What's going on over there, buddy? Talk to me.
There's no way out of this for me.
The longer I sit here not knowing what I want,
not knowing what comes next,
I'm just giving them more time to try something else,
and something after that.
Best bet, they kill me.
What do you mean, best bet?
Believe it or not,
this is the longest conversation I've had with anyone in...
Since my wife.
Since my son.
So, what am I holding on to here?
You're getting ahead of yourself, Ben. Slow down.
No. No, it's clear now.
Pick it up.
- I'm not gonna do that. - Pick it up and shoot me.
You've been through too much, okay?
- I'm walking you out of here today. - Just do it for me. Damn it.
Or I swear to God I will kill you where you sit.
Ben, Don Eppes.
You were right, Devane was following you.
We got proof and a confession.
Look, Ben, I don't know what else to give you here.
You know, I mean, I can't lie to you
and tell you everything's gonna be okay.
But I can tell you we do believe you,
and I guarantee that Devane's going to pay.
David, look, it's all yours. Negotiation is in your hands.
Okay. Look, hey.
- We're on our way down, Don. - Let's go.
- You do it and I'll kill... - You gonna kill me?
If you really wanna die, Ben, that's your best bet.
If these elevator doors open and I'm on the floor,
SWAT will fill you full of holes.
Thing is, I don't think you're a killer.
You've had too many chances today.
Even with Devane.
You could have got closer and you could have fired more shots.
End of the day, I think you're just tired.
You're tired of looking at pictures and listening to words
that don't mean anything to you.
You're tired of being alone.
You're scared. Scared of the alternative.
You sure about that?
I'm betting my life on it.
Agents standing by.
Standing by.
It's okay. It's okay.
So now what?
I ask myself the same question every morning.
Suspect is in custody. Repeat, suspect is in custody.
Hell of a last day.
What do you mean, last day?
I thought you said Narcotics was just for a few weeks?
You know what I mean.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe we should just give it another shot, huh?
Because of what we got?
Or because you don't wanna feel like you bolted from another relationship?
Come on, Don, you stuck with us.
All right? Even after it was obvious it wasn't gonna work.
Accepting the obvious isn't running away.
And for what it's worth, I don't think you're that guy anymore.
So when the right thing comes along,
you're gonna stick with it.
Well, I wanted it to be us.
See you around.
There's a leap of faith, getting back on this elevator
after they monkeyed with the over-speed governor.
I can't believe that publicity photographer.
I don't want her printing those candids.
You mean those of the intrepid Charles Eppes
working side by side with the FBI in the middle of a hostage crisis?
- No, why should she wanna use that? - Hey.
- Hi. - Hi.
Hey.
We came back up here because I thought I might have left something.
Well, I'm almost done.
Why don't you guys hang out I'll buy the first round?
- Yeah. - Yeah, okay.