That's one out. Seventeen to go.

Okay, Harold, here you go.

- Gimme your gun. - What? - Gimme your gun.

- Man, I haven't had to shoot anybody in three years. - Why not keep the streak alive?

- 'Cause this strung-out junkie's gonna kill somebody. - What the hell are you doing out there?

What's going on?

Okay, Earl, it's happening. Got your car comin'.

Harold's gone to safety. Everything is cool. And we're gonna get everybody out of here.

But first, as a show of good faith, gimme another hostage.

- Gimme Debbie. - I gave you the old fuckin' man, man!

He don't count. He was bleedin', he was gonna die in here and that would've been on your ass.

I did you a favor takin' him outta here. Now, gimme a hostage. Gimme Debbie.

- Am I gettin' my car, man? - You're gonna get your car. But gimme a hostage.

Come on. Gimme Debbie, man.

Take them, man! Take 'em! Take em'!

- Okay, you three, let's go. - Take them! Take them!

Go!

Please don't kill me! Please don't!

See, we're makin' progress. We're gonna get everybody outta here. Everybody, relax.

- I'm gonna get your car right now. - Gimme my car, man. - I'll get your car right now.