[dramatic music]
[grunting]
[gunshot]
[music continues]
Well, if it isn't the long-lost Ilsa Pucci.
Hello, Connie.
It's been almost a year.
Not a phone call, nothing.
Well, don't just stand there.
Give your sister-in-law a hug
so we can both go in.
[chuckles]
(Connie) 'Apologies for wanting to meet in the alley like this.'
'Security, you know.'
And I'm sorry to drop in on such short notice.
Oh, please. I'm thrilled you're here.
And I hope you don't mind my asking to meet your new team.
Of course not. You have every right to meet them.
[chuckles] You're Chairman of the Board of my foundation.
They're technically your employees.
What?
You're like a teenager who doesn't want daddy
to meet her new friends.
Don't be absurd.
I mean, these are men of skill, of... of character.
They're professionals..
Of the highest caliber.
(Chance) 'Okay, shoot me.'
Dear God!
- What are you doing here? - What am I doing here?
What are you doing?
We just got some new body armor in the mail.
- I wanna try it out. - Try it out? Here?
We can't do it outside, there's..
You know, kids and stuff.
Dude, we gonna do this or what?
Yeah. Let's go.
Didn't anyone get my messages?
That guy's not gonna call.
Really?
Five minutes. I leave you alone for five minutes!
Well, hard to see how that could have gone any worse.
Gentlemen, this is my sister-in-law Connie.
Marshall's sister.
She's treating me to the opera tonight.
'Connie, this is the team.'
- How you doing? - Hi.
Hi.
Good, well, perhaps we could end my humiliation there
retire to my office.
Listen, by the way, Mrs. Pucci, you still gonna need
that security escort we talked about..
You asked for an escort?
I just had a scare a couple of nights ago.
I thought someone was following me.
- 'You saw someone?' - Well, no. Uhm..
On second thought, Mr. Winston, that won't be necessary.
I think I was just imaging things.
- You sure? - Yes.
(Ilsa) 'Quite sure.'
Besides, Mr. Patrick from Connie's security detail
will be joing us. So I'm sure there won't be a problem.
Wow. Sister-in-law's smoking hot.
What?
Boss lady seems kind of frazzled, don't you think?
Well, what do you expect after that..
Incident at her apartment with that Lopez maniac?
And then she brings her sister-in-law
down here to meet all of us. And what does she get?
'You two taking target practice on each other.'
I can see it in your face, Connie.
The board disapproves of what I'm doing here.
Car chases and shootouts don't exactly fit
our mission statement.
They're worried you might be out of your depth.
So they sent you to check up on me?
Nobody sent me to do anything.
Do you know when the last time was that we saw each other?
Not offhand. I mean...
It was Marshall's funeral.
[sighs]
Even though he's gone..
I still consider you family, Ilsa.
And the only reason I'm here is to make sure you're okay.
I'm fine.
Honestly.
I'm in good hands here.
How's it going?
So is there any particular reason
why you're tagging along tonight?
Come on, a little shoptalk.
Someone hacked the firewall around
the Opera House security system last night.
Really?
- You guys check that out? - Of course.
Ten-second breach, probably some parazzi
trying to peek at the guest list.
But after her brother's death we don't take any chances.
I'm sorry. You said it was a ten-second breach?
- That's right. - You sure it wasn't fifteen?
I don't know. Maybe it was.
Are we done now?
Yeah. Yeah.
Thanks. Have fun.
Guerrero, let's do this.
[instrumental music]
(Connie) Well, what do you think?
The concept is interesting.
Ilsa, the chandelier.
'It's from Marshall's collection.'
We donated it to the production in his name.
Doesn't it look magnificent?
It does, Connie, truly.
Are you sure everything's alright?
I think I'm just a bit overworked.
(Connie) 'Then a night out is just what you need.'
[music continues]
Speaking of work, about earlier..
Oh, Ilsa, relax.
I expected your new employees to be somewhat unconventional.
I'm glad to know they delivered.
Especially Mr. Chance.
I imagine he cleans up rather nicely.
I wouldn't know.
Well, uh, I suppose you're about to find out.
[music continues]
Why in God's name are you here?
Same reason you're here, to see the show.
Guerrero says it's fantastic.
You know La Traviata?
Alright, I'm not gonna lie.
If I have to sit through this baroque stuff
I much prefer Rossini.
Will you excuse us a moment?
I heard someone's got box seats in Venice.
Sweet.
Love to join you sometime.
Alright, Mr. Chance.
Why are you really here? I want the truth this time.
I told you.
I'm here to see La Tortellini.
That's a type of pasta.
Is it?
Next, you'll tell me you have Mr. Winston outside
in the surveillance truck and that Miss Ames is working
the concession stand.
Well, you're right on the first one.
Ames called, says she's sick in bed.
But I'm pretty sure I heard slot machines in the background.
I want to know what's happening and I want to know now.
[sighs] Look, it's nothing.
- Nothing? - It's nothing that I know of.
- I just got a bad feeling. - Based on?
Connie's security guy said
there was a ten-second breach
in the firewall last night.
- Ten seconds? - Ten seconds.
Sounds minor.
Ten seconds is a perfectly harmless amount of time
for a firewall to be down.
Fifteen seconds..
That's something different.
'In those five seconds, on this system'
'somebody who knew their stuff could break in'
'and make a copy of the whole mainframe'
'You do that, you hijack the security system'
'shut down the cameras, open up any door'
'and take control of the whole place.'
[dramatic music]
And that's it? That's why you came along?
Well, look, I know it's pretty thin but...
Thin, Mr. Chance, is being generous.
You may not be aware but I'm under an intense amount
of scrutiny at the moment.
And while I appreciate your concern for my safety, given..
Recent events
there simply couldn't be a worse time for you
to indulge in this kind of..
Rampant speculation.
Everyone on the ground!
[gunshots]
[all screaming]
I said on the ground! Now!
[gunshots]
[all screaming]
- Get down now! - Get down!
Don't move!
[indistinct chattering]
You heard me.
[dramatic music]
- 'Just do what I tell you!' - I hate it when I'm right.
[theme music]
[intense music]
- What is that? - Plastic explosives.
- They're sealing us in. - Patrick, do something.
I wouldn't. These guys are for real.
So am I.
This should be fun, dude.
[music continues]
[grunting]
[all screaming]
Hope you provide medical.
(male ♪1) Ladies and gentlemen..
I regret to inform you that..
There has been a change in the night's proceedings.
Winston, you getting this?
Oh, man, I hate it when you're right.
(male ♪1) 'Among you are some of the wealthiest'
'most influential people in the country'
'people whose families will pay'
'a considerable sum for their safe release.'
If you're wondering why we're here... you have your answer.
I like to create an atmosphere of trust.
'Do as we say, and you will not be harmed.'
Resist us and we will be forced to do this.
[intense music]
[all gasps]
Consider this the dress rehearsal.
Great.
The next one will be real.
Is the basement team in place?
Yes. And on schedule.
Separate the hostages. I'm going to go down there.
- Move. Move. - What do you think?
Kidnapping in bulks, not the worst thing I've heard.
I'm just not buying the ransom thing.
This place has an endowment, right? Couple of million?
More like $250 million.
I'm just thinking if you're smart enough to hack
into the mainframe why not just figure out a way
to steal the money and save yourself the trouble?
But if it isn't money they're after, what are they doing here?
We're gonna find out.
What does that mean, "find out?"
(male ♪2) Alright, let's go, people. Keep walking. Stay with your group.
(male ♪3) You heard him! Take the stairs now!
(Chance) If we get stuck in here, we're not gonna get any answers.
What are you thinking?
Oh, man.
- I would keep your distance. - Great.
Ilsa, what's he doing? I don't like this.
- Relax, Connie. - Relax?
You saw what they did to Patrick.
(Ilsa) 'You're about to see why I hired this man.'
Why he's in a class of his own, and why no one
and I mean no one, can do what he does.
- Isn't that right, Guerrero? - Oh, yeah.
- Why? What is he going to do? - He's gonna puke.
[belching]
- Oh, lord! - 'Argh.'
I wish to God someone would explain to me what is going on.
Well, you know how some people have perfect pitch
others can see well at night?
Well... Chance can vomit on cue.
[belching]
Hey. Come on, let's go.
Yes, but why, Guerrero? Why is he vomiting?
Because now it's one-on-one.
You get it?
Yeah, go on.
Move it. Let's go.
[belching]
Ah, come on.
Keep going.
[grunting]
[dramatic music]
What the hell happened?
[grunting]
[all gasps]
[indistinct chattering]
Did you wash your hands first?
Brilliant work.
See? Nothing to worry about.
Ahem, sorry, folks, it's gonna be a little longer.
'Just stay in your seats.'
Only if Mr. Chance plans to get us
to the nearest exit as soon as possible.
That is your plan, correct?
No.
Why not?
'Cause the doors are wired with explosives.
Even if we could disarm them
there's a room full of other hostages.
Well, his plan is just-just to sit here and do nothing?
Not just sit here.
We have to figure out what they want.
Then we use that to leverage
to get the hostages free safely.
Winston, you with me?
I've been listening to you heave
for the last ten minutes.
Why would I go anywhere?
Look, I heard some radio squawk on the terrorists
about something going on in the basement.
That seems to be where the action is.
'Can you listen in on that?'
Let me move these mikes around
see what I can get.
[static]
Oh, we got something.
And I mean, if I can pick it up from here
it must be damn loud.
The generator?
It sounds more like drilling.
[drill machine whirring]
Maybe we're looking at this the wrong way.
Remember the job you had in Modesto?
Uh! No. No.
He is not gonna set somebody on fire.
No, no, no. The one before that.
- Yeah. - Can someone please translate?
Long story short, if I had to get something
very valuable out of some place very secure
and the front door wasn't an option, so...
He rented the building next door.
He dug underneath and then across.
Yeah. It's one of my finer moments.
The point being, maybe what they're after
isn't in the Opera House.
Alright, I'm just gonna look and see what's nearby here.
Okay.
We got apartment buildings.
We got office towers, not really much to go on.
I guess you know what that means, right?
Oh, I got to go in the basement and see what they're up to.
Alright, hang on. Let me pull up a floor plan on my skydrive.
Don't want you getting cornered.
[intense music]
[knock on door]
- 'Uh-oh.' - What?
FBI. Come out of the van with your hands in the air.
- Somebody call 911? - Dude.
What?
(male ♪4) 'Hands where we can see them.'
[indistinct chatter on radio]
Relax.
We're being held by armed thugs.
Why wouldn't I call the police?
Hey, it's okay.
We all make mistakes.
I'm just gonna have to find my way around the basement alone.
Not necessarily.
- I could go with you. - What?
I've been coming to this place for years.
I know the layout well.
Ilsa, what are you you thinking?
I'm thinking about the best way to free the hostages.
Look, I know there are risks involved but the way I see it...
Nobody cares about the way you see it.
You're not the operative. You just have to stay here.
And in light of recent events, I don't think you're up to this.
Mr. Chance, I'm fine.
And I'd prefer not to have this argument right now.
Me too.
She stays.
Have a seat, boss.
- Is he serious? - No.
I'm missing the opera right now.
You don't wanna test me. Sit down.
You too, sweetie.
[indistinct chattering]
Just wait here.
(male ♪5) 'I needed that team here an hour ago!'
'Get those cars out of here!'
Chance, you there?
Winston, you alright?
Thought I lost you there for a second.
Yeah, listen, I'm kind of in a bit of a fix.
I'm gonna need your help.
This the guy from the van?
Why is he not wearing cuffs?
- 'DHS?' - Yeah, that's right.
You think I'm an idiot.
This is a power grab.
You wanna muscle in on my operation.
I don't know who sent you here.
But whoever it was, I'm about to have their ass.
I'm calling your supervisor.
You think so. Let me tell you something, young fella.
I'm about to have your ass.
- Who are you calling? - Oh, you don't wanna know.
Oh, I see what you're doing.
You want me to give you the name of that guy at DHS, right?
That lunatic that everybody at the bureau is afraid of?
- Mm-hmm. - 'Well, rest easy, pal.'
I'm here to help.
You've always been there for me.
Time for me to return the favor.
- Teamwork. - Oh, yeah, I'll hold.
Transfer me to the supervisor.
Oh, what was that guy's name?
It begins with a C or a T..
It rhymes with an animal.
Get on with it, would you?
Clea-Cheaver.
Yeah, this is Farrell, DHS.
Get me Special Agent Cheaver, please.
Sir, is this, uh, absolutely necessary?
- On second thought.. - Hang on.
Uh, I'm sorry. What?
Maybe we can work together on this.
Oh, okay.
- I could clear you a desk. - Oh, yeah, clear me a desk.
That's good. That's good.
Nice teamwork, pal.
Thanks.
[dramatic music]
So where are you, anyway?
I'm under the Opera House.
It looks like we were right.
Terrorists hammered their way into the sewers.
What about Ilsa and Connie? Are they okay?
Oh, don't worry. They're in good hands.
[indistinct chattering]
(Connie) "Professionals of the highest caliber?"
What if your professionals end up getting us killed?
[indistinct chattering]
[music continues]
[grunting]
[dramatic music]
I don't understand. How can he hold a gun on you?
I thought he was your employee.
He's more of a freelance, really.
What was that Mr. Chance was saying about recent events?
Have you been in some sort of danger before this?
- Connie. - Come on, Ilsa.
I think I deserve to know the truth.
Okay, well..
There was this si-situation..
Some maniac broke into her apartment.
It was a random thing. Security caught him.
It's not a big deal.
Maybe the board was right.
Right about what?
Earlier when I said they had concerns..
I was being diplomatic.
The truth is, they think you've completely lost sight
'of Marshall's mission.'
They want to take a vote straight away
to remove you as head of the foundation.
Alright, sounds like you guys could use a moment.
I'm warning you, though, keep it civil.
[indistinct chattering]
Lost sight of Marshall's mission?
But you don't honestly believe that.
Is that why there's no sign of him anywhere in your office
not even a picture?
- You do agree with them? - I defended you.
I said things can't be as bad as they looked.
Turns out they're worse.
Even if we manage to get through this night alive
you have got to promise me that you will
sever all ties with these people.
Otherwise you leave me no choice.
[instrumental music]
Winston, I think I got something.
[drill machine whirring]
We were right again.
They're drilling up into the surface.
'We gotta find out what's nearby that's worth killing for.'
Alright, give me your location.
I'm about 150 meters northeast of the Opera House.
That's underneath some, some office buildings.
Hang on a second.
Hey, kid, do me a favor.
Run me a search on an address.
5566 Kearny Street.
Vance, come here, would you?
Why can't I see in that building?
I think it's pretty obvious.
It's a CIA facility. We don't have clearance.
Well, that's a problem.
Well, I don't know what to tell you. We're blocked out.
- There's nothing I can do. - Well, actually...
Sanford, don't even think about it.
Hang on a second, would you? Go ahead, kid.
I could run an intrusion script.
Got it on my personal laptop.
Get us through in a couple seconds.
And break about five federal statutes in the process.
- No, thank you. No way... - Hang on a second.
Now, I've been on this case longer than you have, Vance.
And I got a hunch whatever these guys are after
is in that building.
A hunch?
Vance... in this job
sometimes when you wanna do the right thing
you're gonna have to throw out the rule book, okay?
Now, you need to make up your mind. What do you wanna do?
You wanna save lives, or you wanna save your career?
[dramatic music]
Go ahead.
- Here it is. - "Special prisoners division."
This is some kind of safe house.
Yeah, there's a phone number right there.
You need to call it right now.
Vance.
You got a high-profile prisoner
two blocks away from this hostage situation
at the Opera House. What more do you need?
[music continues]
They're on the move.
Clock's ticking, Vance. Come on. We're running out of time.
They're patching me through now.
[phone ringing]
Good to see you again..
Brother.
No answer.
I think we're too late.
Alright, time for plan B.
[music continues]
Alright, listen up, we need to find out the name
of that prisoner, like, right now.
Pulling up the file now. His name's Victor Rosko.
Ex-Chechnyan army turned weapons dealer.
'Works with his brother Eli.'
CIA caught them selling suitcase nukes
but Eli slipped away.
Well, I guess we know who's got the Opera House, then.
Sir, can I talk to you in private?
What is it?
I called DHS to get temporary permissions
for our friend over there.
Guess what they told me.
- Agent Farrell. - Yeah.
That is your name, right?
Yes, Vance, why?
Because according to your office
you retired six months ago..
To Aruba.
(man on radio) 'We're all moving out of the tunnel now.'
Damn it.
(male ♪6) 'Hey!'
[gunshots]
'Get him!'
'Get him now!'
[gunshots]
What's happening?
Not sure.
[intense music]
[gunshots]
[groans]
[woman screaming]
[grunting]
Hold it.
Alright, fellas, only gonna say this once.
Walk away now, nobody gets hurt.
[grunting]
[gunshots]
Winston, I've been spotted.
They got me cornered.
[groans]
(Eli) 'No more shooting!'
You have made too much noise as is.
[intense music]
I'm terribly sorry to do this.
[lever squealing]
But you have destroyed our atmosphere of trust.
[music continues]
Good-bye.
Winston..
'We got a situation.'
I can't talk right now.
Guerrero. Anybody there?
[grunting]
[music continues]
[dramatic music]
Guerrero. Where are you?
Little busy, dude.
[grunting]
- What's happening? - Chance is in trouble.
Ilsa, what are you thinking?
- Stay here. - Are you insane?
- You can't go out there. - You want my decision.
You have it. Give my regards to the board.
[intense music]
Mr. Chance... I'm coming to you.
Ilsa, no. Don't come down here.
(male ♪7) Give me a hand.
This way.
I'm sorry, Mr. Chance. It appears I'm all you've got.
[music continues]
- Ilsa, what are you doing here? - What am I doing here?
- I'm helping you. - I don't need any help.
I can figure my way out of this myself, thank you.
How exactly?
That's not the point. The point is...
You're the operative, and I'm not.
Can we please stop worrying about me for a change?
Do you have any experience picking locks, by any chance?
If I say yes, would it at least make you feel better?
Throw out the rule book, huh?
Hey, I'm the least of your problems.
What're you gonna do about Rosko?
We forced him back into the Opera House. He's trapped.
Maybe he wants you to think he's trapped.
You ever think about that?
Sir, it's them.
[indistinct chatter on radio]
This is Agent Vance of the FBI. Who am I talking to?
This is the man in control of the Opera House.
I don't know how you managed to trap us
but I suppose congratulations are in order.
'In any event, I'm forced to change our exit plan.'
So here's what will happen now.
You will deliver a helicopter to the roof of the Opera House.
'At the same time, I will move the hostages'
down to the lobby.
When my men and I are safely away
the hostages will be released.
Sounds reasonable.
I just have to clear it with my superiors.
Fine, yes.
Do I need to remind you that the explosives
around the Opera House are still armed?
Any attempt to enter will cost you..
Dearly.
Trace the location of that cell phone number.
He's playing you, Vance.
As soon as the wagon arrives, put him in it.
[operatic music]
You're looking considerably better.
[man screaming]
What happened?
My nose!
He bit my nose.
Even tied up, you are a problem for me.
What is your name?
- Guerrero. - Guerrero.
Oh.
It seems that some of my men
are familiar with you.
Perhaps you should consider that.
Cut me loose.
I, uh, think not, Mr. Guerrero.
My production is almost finished.
And I think you have earned yourself..
The starring role.
[music continues]
Bloody thing.
[metal clattering]
- What? - I think somebody's coming.
Okay, that settles it. Get out of here now.
But you'll drown.
What would you do in this situation?
What do you mean, what would I do in this situation?
Just tell me as succinctly as possible
how you would rescue you, and I'll attempt
to do the same.
- What other choice do we have? - I'd jump the guy.
Jump him? Is that the best you can come up with?
Yes, that's it.
As far as I can tell, surprise
is the only advantage you have.
'So grab something heavy and hide over there'
in the corner near those pipes.
When he walks by, clean his clock.
- Is he likely to have a gun? - Yeah, probably.
What do you think the odds are... Ilsa!
[intense music]
[exhales]
[clanks]
Hello.
There's really no need for that.
[gunshots]
[sighs]
Okay, Ilsa..
'...I need you to pick up the gun.'
'You have to shoot the lock.'
You can do this, Ilsa.
[music continues]
[gunshots]
- That was so stupid! - 'Stupid?'
It was your idea.
And in case you haven't noticed
it appears to have saved your life.
Well, you're not supposed to save my life.
I'm supposed to save yours.
What do you mean by that?
- Huh? - Come on.
We've got a room full of hostages to rescue.
Alright, move it, people.
This is all about to end.
You're all going to be leaving. Keep moving.
That's the last of them.
[indistinct chattering]
[music continues]
[panting]
What's happening?
Looks like they're getting ready to release the hostages.
(Ilsa) 'But why now?'
I don't know. But I got another bad feeling.
[music continues]
[intense music]
[indistinct chatter on radio]
Winston, are you there?
Yeah, I'm still here.
Just don't ask me to use my hands.
We're in the lobby. All the hostages are here.
It looks like the terrorists are trying to blend in with them.
Sir, we got a lock on that phone.
Top floor, northeast corner.
Hang on. Are you sure?
I'm looking right at them.
They're just waiting there on the top floor.
If those aren't the terrorists
then who the hell are they?
(both) Guerrero.
[music continues]
Tell the snipers to go weapons hot.
We're gonna take them out.
Chance, this is a setup.
They're trying to bait the FBI into shooting
those hostages. Once that happens...
They're just gonna open up the lobby doors
and walk right out with the rest of us.
'By the time the FBI realizes that innocent people'
have been shot, these bad guys are gonna be long gone.
[music continues]
Winston, any way you can buy me some time?
I'll do my best.
[indistinct chattering]
- Connie. - Ilsa.
Thank God you're alright. Everything's gonna be fine.
- We're gonna be released. - About that..
[gunshots]
[dramatic music]
Sorry, folks, nobody's going anywhere right now.
Back up the stairs now.
What is he doing?
I'll explain later.
Right now I need your help.
Anyone you recognize, move them out of the lobby.
(Chance) 'Everybody remain calm.'
'Everything's under control.'
We're all professionals here.
(Winston) 'Watch your back up there, Chance.'
'Without those masks, you won't be able to tell who's who.'
(Eli) 'Take him out.'
[music continues]
[grunting]
That was my husband!
Okay, listen, folks, it's gonna be really hard
for me to tell who I'm supposed to be fighting.
So if you can do me a huge favor
just raise your hand if you're a terrorist.
[grunting]
[operatic music]
[dramatic music]
(female ♪1) 'Sir, they've wired the building to blow.'
Protocol says we take the shot.
- I know the protocol. - And so does Victor!
Don't you see that? You're a part of his plan, Vance.
You have been from the beginning.
What are you talking about?
Listen to me, Vance, use your head.
What do you think is gonna happen
when the smoke clears and you find out
you shot eight innocent people and let the bad guys get away?
Sir, we need your order.
Wait, wait, wait. Look, look, look, look.
[music continues]
What's he doing?
That looks like Morse code.
"Don't shoot.
"Not terrorists.
It's me, Double Wide."
'Who the hell is Double Wide?'
Wise ass.
It's me. I'm Double Wide.
It's my guy in there.
[music continues]
Radio the snipers. Tell them to stand down.
(female ♪1) 'Sir, if those aren't the terrorists, where are they?'
[opera music]
[grunting]
[gasps]
Chance!
Follow us..
And they die.
[intense music]
We will leave through the back alley.
Hold on a second.
Perhaps, I wasn't clear before.
Oh, you made yourself clear.
'My odds just improved a little bit.'
Ilsa, if this doesn't work out
I just want to apologize
for what I've done to Marshall's memory.
Oh, God. He's gonna do something crazy, isn't he?
Ilsa, now!
(Eli) 'Shoot him!'
[gunshots]
[groans]
[chandelier clinking]
Oh, Ilsa.
It's over.
[exhales]
[grunting] Okay, little help.
Is there a ladder somewhere?
[grunts]
[indistinct chattering]
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Just doing my job.
[instrumental music]
Well, well, well, look at you.
Don't you look happy.
I saved the hostages,
caught the terrorists, and I got you.
So who are you really?
I'm just a concerned citizen, man.
[music continues]
Well, you saved my ass.
A guy told me once
sometimes to do the right thing
you got to throw out the rule book.
Wise ass.
[upbeat music]
(Ilsa) Are you sure you can't stay longer?
I'm afraid so.
I'm due before the board in the morning.
They're waiting for my decision.
Marshall once told me that
you were the toughest person he'd ever met.
You could do anything if you set your mind to it.
Did he?
He's right.
Whatever I may think of your methods..
You and your team saved those people tonight.
You saved me.
That should make a persuasive argument to the board.
So you're standing by me?
Like I said..
You're family.
[music continues]
I'm sorry for thinking you'd forgotten about Marshall.
You know that's not possible.
[music continues]
Hey.
- Oh. - Leaving already?
Afraid so.
Thank you, Mr. Guerrero, for everything you've done.
You bet.
So we're on for Venice, then, right?
[chuckles]
Can't wait.
(Chance) So you heading home?
Are you going for a jog?
Yeah. It's a nice enough night out.
You should probably know there's construction on market street.
So I'll be taking 3rd Avenue tonight.
Why do you think I need to know that?
Mr. Chance..
I know it's you who's been following me home at night.
But it wasn't clear to me until that moment in the sewer.
You feel responsible for what happened to me
for my being attacked.
But you shouldn't feel responsible.
It's not your fault.
And the truth of the matter is..
I'm fine.
You're a strong person, Ilsa.
'Nobody's denying that.'
But taking someone's life..
Is something you can't just push out of your head.
I know what it's like and I know..
What you're going through. I know it's not easy.
But I want you to know that..
You don't have to face it alone.
[mellow music]
Thank you.
That means a lot.
I can still follow you home, though.
- I need the exercise. - No.
You've done enough..
Damage.
Good. I don't like jogging anyway.
[instrumental music]
[theme music]