And they don't give a shit. They'll take you out and go right to lunch, okay?

Fuck! Fuck, 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?

I gotta take Harold outta here. He's bleedin' pretty bad. I took an oath as a negotiator.

If I ever go into a hostile situation and there's an injured party...

I'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 I'll do her, man! I fuckin' swear, I'm not fuckin' 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 fuck 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!