what's taking so long back there? cut to:
step back and lemme get a good look at you.
tell me again about your assignment, andrew?
right you are. over the seat fouchet reveals a shotgun. boom!
please help! i just saw a policeman shot! send help. hurry! i'm at the corner of.
it's time. the team crosses the roof to a huge air conditioning unit. they climb inside, carrying a six-foot-long metal case and what looks like a black scuba tank.
we're in. start the video.
where's deputy dog?
then do him, now!
haul ass!
who's the girl, eddie?
i could use a friend who looks like you. turn around. lemme get a good look. max tries to size this man, then chooses to submit. she does her best model's turn. slowly giving him a view of the rear when -- fouchet draws a pistol -- bam bam!! max tumbles forward and crashes through a glass table.
you're a fucking idiot. hookers talk. now, is that my dope?
i have four more days until i make the deal. when it's done you get your money. now, what part don't you understand?
i don't need anybody. i got three little angels looking over my shoulder.
ever hear of dry cleaning? now, shut the fuck up, check for the rest of my dope.
wheels with his pistol, unloads the clip. bullets are catching up, ripping up the couch and the rest of the suite. julie dives right into the secret door.
she's a hooker. find out who she works for. find out where she lives.
okay. explain it to me, elliot. why are we behind?
we already accounted for that, elliot. it's in our fucking timetable. so what else?
you. shut up. now, listen, you little pussy. we're not making pizza.
we're making money. i gave you a deadline. if you succeed, you're a millionaire. if you fail, you're a fuckin' corpse. and so help me god, elliot. if you give me a fuckin' ulcer, i'll dig up your dead mother and fuck her with your severed dick, do you understand? christ -- noah?! bring me something for my stomach! a fuckin' snapple or somethin'.
my three little angels told me i'd get a visit from the cops tonight and there they are. when they split up, we'll drop the tall one and get the other one to lead us to the girl.
forget the cop. kill the girl!
enters, with casper and ferguson to either side.
grab her. but the doors to the second elevator open.
with balls the size of pennsylvania. two guns in hand, walks forward with barrels fixed and firing. clips out on one, tosses the gun aside, then, with his free hand, reaches down and grabs julie by the hair and lifts her until she stands.
let's go!
out of the car! the doors fly open and all three are out in the middle of the stalled traffic, julie being drug along with them. the gang cuts down an alley.
he sees his chance and guns the engine. the cab barrels at burnett, who's stuck in the middle of the boulevard, about to become instant roadkill. then --
i have something for you to listen to. fouchet lifts his pistol and fires a single shot. bam!
that bullet just killed the chemist. now, i have but four hours left to make my deal. fuck with my timetable and the next bullet kills the girl. julie is gagged and sitting on the floor, scared shitless.
yes?
yes, francine.  what is it?
is that all?
i'm very pleased, francine. you're the best pet i've ever had. he hangs up.
simply part of another transaction.
i was going to fuck her, then kill her. now it looks like i'm only going to do the latter.
what if i don't have the key.
shut up! it's gone. she's dead. unless you move aside. burnett eases further right. gun carefully aimed. his eyes are stinging. lowrey goes left. but he's lowering his gun.
pulls julie closer. gun at her head. looking to burnett. while lowrey is nodding to julie. nodding for her to --
twisting julie for all to see. the cops' rifle sights, all glinting in the sun.
i'll kill the girl!!!