WOMAN: I know. I know.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Hey, man. It's been a while.
Land anywhere yet?
- No. - Yeah, it's tough out there.
Well, they say it's coming back.
Not for me, it's not.
I'm sorry.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(WOMAN SOBBING)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
Put the gun down!
Somebody had to do something.
- OFFICER: Don't do it! - (GUNSHOT)
MALE REPORTER 1: The FDA has approved Denning Pharmaceutical's new wonder drug.
MALE REPORTER 2: Another blockbuster quarter for Denning Pharmaceutical...
MALE REPORTER 3: The news that the company's new drug Prophidil,
is on the fast track to FDA approval.
A major class action suit against Denning Pharmaceutical
is gaining momentum on allegations
that the company had evidence that its flagship drug, Prophidil,
has potentially fatal side effects.
TOM: No, I'm on my way to the office now.
WOMAN: (ON PHONE) You can't put yourself in danger.
TOM: In danger? No, no, I'm not in danger.
WOMAN: The news said he worked for Denning,
isn't that the case you're on?
He killed seven people.
Yeah, including himself. So, I think I'm safe.
Though I think he may have ruined any chance of my getting a promotion.
- How come? - He screwed me.
- What do you mean? - 'Cause he was our key witness.
You don't have other witnesses?
Yeah, but without him, the whole case is a bust.
I know, I'm not an expert, but you wanna hear what I think?
Of course, I do. Talk to me.
WOMAN: I think you need a security detail.
Someone should make sure that you're okay.
SECURITY GUARD: You're good.
- Interesting, interesting. - WOMAN: Will you get reassigned?
I hope so, I wrote a memo on the Gambizzi case I'm turning in today.
That's great.
Yeah, I should be on Gambizzi by lunch.
Mom, I gotta go, I gotta go. I'm running late.
- Love you. - I love you too.
Excuse me, sorry. I just gotta... (GRUNTS) Sorry.
I need to get through. Thank you. Okay.
- Thanks. - (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(PHONE RINGING)
(BUZZING)
(REPEATED BUZZING)
Tom. It's Monday.
I knew that.
- Tom. - Janine.
So what's going on in there?
The servers went down in Kansas City last night.
- We lost all off-site backups. - Oh.
You're gonna be making copies all day long.
Yay, I love making copies.
- JANINE: Really? - TOM: Not really. Where's Emmerich?
JANINE: Hmm, on the warpath.
- I gotta get this to Moyers. - Got it.
Why don't you take the scenic route?
- And don't let him see you. - I love you, Janine.
(BEEPING)
- You're all set. - I love you too, Barney.
- Wish me luck. - Good luck.
Thank you.
- Ooh! - Oh!
- Jefe! - (SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
WOMAN: (ON P.A.) Donna, your lunch appointment has arrived.
She's in the waiting area.
EMMERICH: We need to update our file on the Pamona case.
EMPLOYEE: Per our conversation this morning,
I finally convinced Munson to get off the dime.
He's agreed to extend an offered settlement
to the amount of 1.5, structured over three years.
First payment due at signing.
EMMERICH: Tell him we'll agree to it. If he tries to counter, shut him down.
I need the Amato file.
Here.
Give this to Murray and get it back to me.
He's got to initial it by noon today. Thank you.
You notice I'm never late.
- (SIGHING) - And I've got two kids.
I wondered why you had all those pictures of children on your desk.
TOM: Oh, shit.
(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)
EMMERICH: Tom!
- Get this filed away. - Yes, sir, right away.
I also need 20 copies of each of these for the Harcourt presentation tomorrow.
Also... Sorry, hi.
I went ahead and I included Prophidil heart attack victims, uh,
along with the stroke patients already in the class.
Case goes to trial tomorrow.
Our lead witness decided to go on a suicidal rampage
at the defendant's office on Tuesday.
So I don't have time for innovation.
One motion, and it's done.
And defense won't mind 'cause they're gonna be hearing from
- the heart attacks sooner or later anyway. - Tom...
We work off a 40 cut of whatever the court awards the plaintiffs.
Lifetime care cost of each stroke victim is millions.
Burial cost of your heart attack victim is 10,000 bucks.
Got it, got it.
You think you're doing the right thing, Tom.
The one great aspect of this justice system is that
there is a market for all kinds of cases.
Large firms, like us, will take care of the expensive victims.
Small ones can take care of your heart attacks.
Psst! Tom!
I think he likes you. (CHUCKLES)
It doesn't matter anyway.
The case is a bust after the whistleblower went postal.
No case is a bust when you're billing out a $12 an hour paralegal,
at $65 an hour.
Christ, Roger, they're only paying you $12 an hour? Ouch!
Now we'll preview the unredacted versions...
WOMAN: (ON P.A.) Jack, meet your client in conference room B, please.
Your memo's on Moyers' desk.
Oh, you're my hero... (STUTTERS) Heroine, heroine.
(PHONE RINGING)
This is Tom.
Yes, sir, right away.
Looks like I'm gonna be joining you on the Gambizzi case.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
I submitted a memo this morning.
Moyers wants to see me in his office.
Hey, uh, speaking of heart attacks,
she is wearing the form fitted gray thing that is just...
- You're so gross, Roger. - ...unbelievable.
You gonna talk to her this time?
If you do, tell her I want my boxers back.
He's ready for you.
- Tom? - Yeah.
Shirt's untucked.
- (KNOCKS) - MOYERS: Come in.
You wanna see me, sir?
Yeah, Tom, hey! Thanks for coming. Here, take a seat.
Thanks.
Never been in here before.
- Yeah, yeah. - It's cool.
Yeah, it's nice, huh? 225 square feet.
- Nice. - And fifth biggest office in the building.
- (CHUCKLES) - Yeah.
So, Tom, this memo on Gambizzi...
It's all your own work? No one helped you or advised you?
It's a fascinating case.
Yes.
I really feel like there's a spousal privilege aspect to the case
that's been overlooked.
And so I hope the memo helps shed some light on different...
- (CLEARS THROAT) - (SHREDDER WHIRRING)
- I don't understand. - (SHREDDER STOPS)
Tom, when you neglect the cases that we assign you,
you neglect the client.
Without the client, all of this, it disappears.
Gambizzi's small fry.
It's cases like Harcourt v. Denning that keep the lights on.
- I understand. - Do you?
Emmerich wants a follow-up with you later.
Awesome. Thanks.
Yeah, anytime, Tom.
WOMAN: (ON P.A.) Mr. Ryan, please hold for Miss Higgins.
Mr. Ryan, please hold for Miss Higgins.
(BEEPS)
So long, Harcourt.
(DOOR BEEPS)
- Oh, hey, Thomas. - Oh, hey, Anna.
The Xerox machines in the copy room were all occupied so I just...
Oh, well, I noticed some files out of place the other day, so can I show you those?
Yeah, that's... Yeah.
- You said you quit. - Tough day.
Moyers didn't like the memo?
He shredded it, in front of me.
(LAUGHS)
- Thanks for the support. - (CHUCKLING)
How's that for support?
That's a little better.
The guy's a total loser.
You should seriously not care what he thinks.
Yeah, I don't care what he thinks.
I do care what Emmerich thinks.
Now he wants to follow up with me this afternoon.
Okay. Okay, here's what you do.
You apologize, you act sincere, and then you forget it ever happened, okay?
(SIGHING)
- Don't take it personally. - I know.
Listen, everyone's always gonna have to answer to someone.
Emmerich doesn't.
- Ever met his wife? - Well, that's true.
(CHUCKLES)
Good news is I get fired, we can stop sneaking around.
You get fired, and I'm dumping you.
That wasn't funny.
So not funny, not funny, not right now.
(LAUGHS) It's kind of.
Come on, babe, it's kind of funny.
Come here.
- You're so mean. - Shh.
(COPIER BEEPING)
I gotta get that.
Hey, don't take it personally.
(CHUCKLES)
Chin up.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
How many of those do they need?
Hey, hey!
I'm sorry.
Okay, everybody listen up.
RBE goes to trial against Denning Pharmaceutical tomorrow.
I don't need to remind you what a big day it's going to be for all of us.
I know how frustrating it's been having the servers down.
There's not a lot more work we can get done tonight.
I want everybody to go home.
- Tom. - Yes, sir.
The memo you wrote on Gambizzi references the witness list.
If I hadn't caught this before all our discovery was filed,
it would have been submitted to the district clerk.
That exhibit would have been unsealed, allowing access
to the names and addresses of everyone who's turning state's evidence
against the Gambizzi crime family.
I'm sorry, I didn't know.
You're a paralegal.
There's a lot you don't know, but I don't have a problem with that.
Hmm.
I do have a problem with you acting like you do.
This is your last day at RBE, Tom.
Tom. I'm sorry.
(CELL PHONE CHIMING)
Sorry.
- Hey, Mom. - ANNA: Babe, I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
Let's go get a drink tonight, okay? Just you and me.
Okay.
I'm heading out now, but meet me at Mahoney's at like 11:00, okay?
Bye.
- Moving back in with mom and dad? - Something like that.
- Hey, Tom. - Barney.
Sorry to hear what happened, man.
Appreciate it. I'll miss you, pal.
You'll always have memories of the file room.
Pass card log.
She was never far behind you.
What was he talking about?
- I've maybe, possibly been seeing Anna. - What?
(CLEARS THROAT) For like, three months.
Oh, my God.
You're not serious.
Ugh!
I wanna get fired.
Oh, you know what? I'll take the next one.
I gotta grab something on my desk.
- You want me to wait for you? - No, no, go ahead.
- Go see your secret girlfriend. - (SARCASTICALLY) Ha-ha.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Hey.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(BEEPS)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(SIGHS) Didn't waste any time.
Hey, Frank.
This isn't working. Can you swipe me up?
- You got it, boss. - I'll just leave this here for two seconds.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(MUFFLED CONVERSATION)
(INAUDIBLE)
(CONVERSING IN SPANISH)
Hey, Jefe.
You didn't see a guy walking around in a suit, did you?
Yeah.
(DOOR RATTLING)
(WHISPERING) What are you doing at my desk, pal?
(TAPS ON GLASS DOOR)
They canceled my pass card.
(BEEPS)
- Hey! - Hey, stupid pass card's not working.
Oh, okay.
- So you're still here? - Yeah, yeah, I tried to leave but, uh...
I just had a lot of work I had to catch up on.
Hey, you didn't see a lawyer walking around here, did you?
No. Why?
(STUTTERS) What are you still doing here?
- Just wanted one more look at the place. - Oh.
So what are you working on?
Oh, you know what, uh, Emmerich is really invested in that Gambizzi case.
- So he's got me working here late. - Right, right, right, right.
- Argh! - (CHUCKLES)
Yep! (EXHALES)
EMMERICH: Tom!
Get this filed away.
All right.
I'm really gone this time.
Okay.
You want me to let you out?
No, I'll take the scenic route, old time's sake.
All right.
- Okay. Okay. - Okay. (CHUCKLES)
- (CLEARS THROAT) - Take care.
Yeah. Don't work too hard on that Gambizzi case.
(SIGHS)
(RATTLING)
JANINE: Can I help you with something?
I'm with contractor services.
They sent me up to fix a short.
You mean building maintenance?
That's it.
Oh, well, no one told me anything about it.
Um, do you mind if I see your badge?
I forgot it.
They called me up at last minute.
I just wanna get this done and get out of here.
Oh, I'm gonna have to call Jerry about this.
Let's not bother Jerry.
- What did you say your name... - (GUNSHOT)
Come on you, let's go.
You're not helping, are you?
(OPENS DOOR)
(CLOSES DOOR)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Come on, Tom.
Who's in there?
Hello. Excuse me?
Barney?
(TOILET FLUSHING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(WATER RUNNING)
(UNZIPPING)
(URINATING)
How you doing in there, Barney?
You wanna toss me your keys?
I promise to take good care of it.
(TOILET FLUSHING)
Okay, I'll have these. Thank you, Barney.
(TOILET FLUSHING)
Stay there.
(CLOSES DOOR)
(BEEPS)
- Tom! - Roger.
- What are you still doing here? - Keep your voice down.
- Keep my voice down? - There's a guy
on the floor, he just killed Janine and Barney.
What are you talking about?
Roger, we gotta go. We gotta get out of here.
Okay, well, what did he look like?
I don't know. Six foot, 180, he's wearing a suit.
That's everyone in this city.
(PANTING)
(PANTING) It's dead.
Janine.
Shit!
Shit! We're trapped.
Look, he doesn't know we're here. Worst case scenario, we hide out till he leaves.
Worst case scenario is he finds us and kills us.
Get on a computer, see if you can get online or something.
Okay.
- Tom, the Internet... - Shut up!
(BEEPS)
Okay, here's the plan.
Take the long route around to the far side of the bullpen.
Get to your desk, call the cops.
- What are you gonna do? - I'm gonna find Emmerich.
No, listen to me.
Forget Emmerich. Forget doing the right thing for once.
He wouldn't save us.
- God damn it... - Roger, will you shut up and listen to me?
None of that matters now, okay?
You have kids at home, keep it together.
Let's go.
Give me this.
(BEEPS)
- (BREATHING HEAVILY) - Hey, hey, hey!
This isn't how I thought my day was going to go, either.
So you're gonna take the one pass card we have, you're gonna find a phone,
I'm gonna get Emmerich, and we're gonna get out of here, okay?
- Okay. - Okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
(SIGHS) Where'd you go?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(DIALING)
(PHONE RINGING)
SARAH: (ON PHONE) Hi, honey.
- Sarah, hey. It's me, listen, honey... - MAN: Excuse me, sir.
SARAH: Honey, do you want me to keep your dinner warm?
Hold on a second.
Yes?
I'm with building maintenance.
SARAH: How long do you think you're gonna be?
Okay, um... Thanks for letting me know.
- I'm just on the phone right now. - I'll wait.
SARAH: Guys, quiet. I'm talking to your dad.
- Are you okay? - Hey! No, I'm fine.
I'm... I'm at the office and...
I'm with someone right now.
You got any idea how many other people are working late tonight?
- SARAH: Hey, honey... - Sir?
Oh, Elaine and Mike invited us to go to the lake again on Saturday.
What do you want me to say to them?
Need to make sure nobody's trapped.
SARAH: I'm out of excuses.
Oh, your books from Amazon came in today. They only sent two.
Tell her you've been held up late in office. You'll be home late.
SARAH: They didn't send the restaurant guide.
Hey, I'm, uh...
(STAMMERS) I'm just stuck at the office, I'm gonna be a little late.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Tell her everything's fine. Kiss the kids night-night.
SARAH: Are you sure everything's okay?
No, no. Everything's fine. Uh, just...
Kiss the kids goodnight for me.
SARAH: Okay, well...
(WHISPERS) Don't forget to tell her you love her.
(STUTTERING) I love you, baby.
SARAH: I love you too, honey.
Now hang up and put the phone on the desk.
- Oh, please. Please... - (SHUSHING)
I didn't see anything. I...
Is anybody else working late tonight?
No, no, it was... (STUTTERS) It's just me.
Good. Good.
(CHOKING)
(PANTING)
TOM: (WHISPERING) Roger?
(RINGING TONE)
(WHISPERING) Come on, come on, come on.
- (CLICK) - What the...
Ugh.
Come on. Come on.
Oh, goddamn iPhones.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
- (DOOR OPENS) - KILLER: I need to talk to you,
you have a problem.
Call me back.
Immediately.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Shit.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
We have a situation.
Nobody was supposed to be up here.
Three.
And the one we spoke about.
I'll be in touch when it's done.
(MUSICAL RINGTONE PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(STRUGGLING)
Tom?
(LOUDLY) Tom.
(SINGSONG VOICE) Tom.
You think this is a big office, Tom, but it's about to get really,
really small.
There's only one way out.
(KEYS JANGLING)
And I've got the key.
I will find you, Tom.
I'll find you.
If I have to burn this place to the ground, I will find you.
(FOOTSTEPS)
(DOOR OPENING)
(BEEPS)
Come on.
TOM: Hey.
(CLATTERS)
Yes, come on, come on. Pick up the phone, pick up the phone!
Call the cops.
(DISTANT DOOR SLAMS)
(COUGHS)
(SPRAYING)
Wait.
I got it, I got it.
There, look, "9-1-1 ."
I got it, yes.
Yes, I'm going to shoot that kid in the face.
Yes, I am. Yes.
(DOOR OPENS)
(BEEPS)
(DOOR CLOSES AND BEEPS)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
TOM: (WHISPERING) Come on.
Oh, come on.
- (BEEPS) - (BEEPS)
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(DOOR CLOSES AND BEEPS)
Yes, yeah.
Come on, come on.
Yeah!
(BUZZES)
(DOOR RATTLING)
Got you.
Here goes nothing.
(BEEPS)
- Tom. - Thank Christ.
Give me your cell phone.
- What... What's going on? - Excuse me, do you have a cell phone?
- Tom. - We have to call the cops.
- Tom! - There's a guy on the floor with a gun.
He killed three people. Can you hurry up and call 9-1-1?
You said I'd be safe!
- (RATTLING) - Shit.
(GUNSHOT)
- Alan Z. Emmerich? - Oh, God!
Please, don't.
One of your employees, Tom, reprogrammed the cards.
- (GUNSHOT) - (CLATTERS)
(GASPS)
Please tell me there's another card reader on this floor.
I don't believe so, no.
Oh...
This lawyer has started to seriously affect my ability to do my job.
EMMERICH: He's just a paralegal.
Let him go, he's nobody.
Do not leave this office.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Who is she?
Lorraine Gambizzi.
Gambizzi's wife?
She was testifying against her husband?
That's why he's here.
He must be one of Gambizzi's guys.
But if she's dead, why isn't he leaving?
- Maybe he is. - (DISTANT THUDDING)
Doesn't sound like it.
(BANGING)
TOM: What is he doing?
What does he want in the file room?
Well, he's not gonna get in there that way.
That's reinforced steel and bulletproof glass. That's impenetrable.
So the one room where we're safe is the room where we can't get into.
(BEEPS)
It stopped.
Shit.
Tom?
Tom!
Look who I got.
Fernando.
See?
Tom, I just want to talk.
That's all, see.
I'm an employee.
Just like you, I've been hired
to do a job, and my boss isn't the kind of man who accepts failure.
Don't try and be a hero, Tom.
Nobody else has to die.
If you bring me the pass card,
I promise,
I won't hurt Fernando.
If you don't...
I will decorate that wall with his brains.
(SIGHS)
What's his nickname?
What do I call him?
The janitor!
He's already dead.
(TAPPING)
It's been fun, Tom.
(MACHINERY CLICKING)
(MOTOR RUNNING)
What's that?
He's turning the elevators back on.
He's trying to trick us.
Come on.
(BEEPS)
Stay here.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(BEEPS)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(BOTH GASPING)
You heard it too?
Jesus Christ.
What is it?
It's my number.
Oh, shit!
- (GUNSHOT) - (GRUNTS)
Go, go, go!
(SHATTERING GLASS)
(GROANING IN PAIN)
- (BUZZING) - Shit. Shit.
Oh, God.
(BEEPS)
(YELLING)
This is gonna hurt.
You ready?
(YELLING)
(MOANING)
Nice phone.
(DIALING)
You really should protect your phone with a PIN.
You wouldn't want just anyone using it.
TOM: No!
(BANGING) No!
Hey, hey, hey, leave her out of this. You already killed the other witness,
why are you doing it? Why are you still here?
I'm gonna go let her in.
You got everything you wanted, why are you doing this?
Not everything.
Hey! Hey, come back here!
Hey, come back here and listen to me!
You touch her, I'm gonna kill you.
(SHOUTING) Get back here!
Hey! Hey!
EMMERICH: What are you doing?
- Don't go out there. - I have to.
He's got Anna.
He'll kill you.
No, he won't.
I'm gonna give him exactly what he wants.
(BEEPS)
(DINGS)
Hi. I bet your name's Anna.
And who are you?
I'm the new guy,
and I'm having a really bad first day.
What are you doing?
Give me your cell phone.
Please.
Thank you.
(GASPING)
TOM: Let her go.
Oh, hello.
Let her go and I'll give you what you want.
Tom!
Anna, baby, it's okay. Everything is gonna be okay.
Just a friendly exchange.
Something you want for something I want.
Aw, cute.
You've really thought this through, haven't you?
Now, I don't like the way this is going, all I gotta do is make a cut
and it's game over, you lose.
- (GUN COCKS) - We both lose.
Except, one of us will be able to live with the outcome,
and one of us will not.
I don't believe that's true.
Emmerich, what are you doing? Emmerich.
- I'm taking a risk... - Emmerich, I've got this.
as an act of good faith.
You've been trying to get into our file room.
I think you have a job to do, and you intend to see it through.
EMMERICH: Am I right?
But I am confident that if you were to put your gun down
then Tom would throw out that card.
Then both parties
would be confident in the good faith of these negotiations.
(CLICKS)
(CLATTERS)
Your turn.
- (STRUGGLING) - (SHUSHING)
(CARD CLICKS)
Now, let her go.
That's not gonna work for me, I want him to bring it to me.
- For God's sake, let's just get this done... - No, Emmerich!
Emmerich, what are you doing?
Now, let her go.
Sorry, I'm renegotiating.
- No! - (GUNSHOT)
(GROANING)
Get up.
After you.
You shot me!
You might just live.
You're supposed to be the boss!
How hard is it to clear out your own office?
Just get this done so I can go to the hospital.
TOM: Come on.
(TIMER BEEPING)
Let him go, or I shoot.
You won't do that.
Yeah? Try me.
Anna, now!
(GUNSHOT)
(DOOR BEEPS)
(BUZZING)
(BEEPING)
(GRUNTS)
(YELPING)
(COUGHING)
(CHOKING)
- What are you doing? You can't go in there! - (DOOR BEEPS)
Go get that fire extinguisher.
(COUGHING)
(CLATTERS)
- Oh, shit. - Tom.
Yeah, give that to me. Stay back.
(FAINT HISSING)
(STRAINING)
(ANNA COUGHING)
- Tom! - (GRUNTS)
- Get off him! - (CLANGS)
(YELLS)
TOM: Hey!
(MOANING)
- You got no clue who you're... - (GUNSHOT)
(WHEEZING)
11-22.
Tom.
- You okay? - Yeah, are you okay?
Yeah.
- I'll get the elevator started. - Yeah.
I guess Harcourt's not going to trial today, huh?
Holy shit.
(DOOR OPENS)
This has nothing to do with Gambizzi.
This is why he broke in the office.
Denning hired him
to destroy the Harcourt file.
- Tom... - This is proof!
Denning knew that Prophidil could harm people, and they released it anyway.
Tom, I need you to call me an ambulance.
Okay.
- TOM: 11-22. - (DIALING)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
(VIBRATING STOPS)
KILLER: We have a situation.
Nobody was supposed to be up here.
Three, and the one we talked about.
It was you.
What, you were throwing the case for Denning?
- The money was just a way out. - A way out of what?
Think of this more as a settlement.
Oh, don't be so naive.
Every lawyer has a price, even you.
I'm not a lawyer.
You can be.
You can go wherever you want at RBE, Tom. I will make sure of that.
- Well, I want a raise. A big one! - (CHUCKLES)
And a corner office.
And then, I want to watch
when you tell Roger's wife and kids that you had him murdered for money.
You fuck.
It was supposed to be an electrical fire! No one was supposed to get hurt!
Then why did he have a gun?
Why did he call you and say "Three, and the one we talked about"?
"The one we talked about"? That was Roger, wasn't it?
Roger found this, brought this to you and you had him killed.
No, I am not a killer.
No, you just pay other people to do it for you.
It's easier.
Shred that file.
You think the Mafia is scary?
Wait till you see what a multi-billion dollar corporation will do.
Denning has people everywhere, in every firm,
every police precinct, every governmental agency.
If you don't shred that file, they will come for you.
Why would they?
You fired me.
Remember?
I clocked out at 9:00.
Thanks to you, I couldn't even swipe back up again.
Go.
(GUNSHOT)
(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)
OFFICER: (ON RADIO) Reported gunshots fired, 34th floor.
- Hey. - Tom!
Oh, my God. Are you okay?
Hi.
- Okay. We've gotta get out of here. - Okay.
Hey, where's Emmerich?
Check the perimeter offices, if you find anyone, detain them.
I'll get some backup.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
What did you do with the file?
What I do best.
(MACHINE CLACKING)
Morning, sir.
Morning, how are you doing today?
I'm gonna call in sick, give me your cell phone.
(MUSICAL RINGTONE PLAYING)
(DIALING)
If anybody asks,
- we were never here. - Okay.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah?
What does he look like?
Got him.