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?

There's 30 hostages in there -- for all we know --

Going in... are you out of your mind?

We're going in.

What's it look like?

What's going on?

Strangely enough, so far the terrorists have not communicated directly with the police... but an unidentified man has had several conversations which seem to indicate...

Since all the telephone lines have been cut, the only contact with the building had been through the use of CB communicators which the terrorists brought with them.

We're told that the situation began some two hours ago when an unidentified party of men took over the building and sealed off all of its entrances and exits...

Holy shit...

What else is new...?

This is Richard Thornburg, speaking to you live from Century City... where Los Angeles has joined the sad but world wide fraternity whose only membership requirement is the awesome spectre of International Terrorism...

Gennero. Miss Gennero.

Mr. Takagi chose his people well, Mrs...?

It will be done.