Hans, you motherfucker, you've made your point.

Hit it again.

Fire.

I have them

James, Alexander, southeast corner.

The police've got themselves an R.V.

Well, what have we here.

Send in the car!

Just wound them.

Don't get impatient.

No, they're almost in.

Call them back.

They're going after the lights!

They're shooting at the lights.

It's panic fire... they can't see anything.

They're shooting at them

No...

It was the night before Xmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for the four assholes coming in the rear in standard two by two cover formation.

Go.

We're in position.

Wait until they're close.

Be our eyes and ears.

Theo, watch the screens.

Get ready.

They'll be coming.

If you're what I think you are you should know when to listen, when to shut up... and when to pray.

I said we'll talk later, Roy.

Christ, Powell, I told you what you're dealing with here --

That's it, isn't it?

You're coming in!

-- Oh, God.

Did something --

Al, what's wrong?

Let's talk later, okay?

I'm here, Roy, but I'm, uh, kind of busy.

What's going on? Al?

Powell? Al, you still with me?

Begin your reconnoiter.

Yo.

Rivers.

I'm coming.

Chief, we're ready.

Maybe he was a stockbroker who looked at the Dow Jones and opted for early retirement!

Who the hell knows?

What about the body that fell out of the window -- ?

All we know is that someone shot up your car, and it could be the same flake you've been talking to on the radio!

If there's terrorists, where's their goddamn list of demands?

If there's hostages why hasn't anyone asked for ransom?

We don't know shit, Powell.

-- all we know?