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Is an ankle bracelet really necessary?
Well, Weller says we have to work with you.
That doesn't mean we have to trust you.
(Reade) All right, Lenkin and Glaser
are about 20 minutes out.
I don't understand how these guys are always so damn late.
Everyone sit tight, we'll strike after
the FBI does their shift change.
(guns clicking)
(Patterson) Hold on, there's something wrong with the battery.
Gun!
(Patterson grunts)
(groaning)
(Reade) Officers down! We need backup!
Cade's on the move. Go, go!
.
Let's go, let's go!
(Borden) Stay in pursuit! Do not let him get away!
Fall back! It's a trap, fall back!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
(Weller) This is the FBI!
You're surrounded!
Drop your weapons! Put your hands up!
Keep them where we can see them!
Freeze!
Hands where I can see them!
Now!
(gunshots)
(gunshot)
You're completely surrounded!
You've got no options!
So drop your weapons!
Weller, I got a clean shot.
Do not take that shot, Reade.
Everyone, hold your fire.
We need them alive!
What the hell just happened?
I've got Borden, entering the barn
on the south end of the property.
Don't engage.
Wait for backup!
(door clattering)
There's no way out, Nigel.
Turn yourself in.
You know I'm not gonna do that.
Are you sure about that?
'Cause we've got a nice, eight by ten
supermax cell ready for you.
(gunfire)
Do you see those propane tanks?!
What do you think "highly flammable" means?
Gah!
(both panting)
Nigel Thornton, you're under arrest.
Let go of the gun
and put your hands in the air.
No. (panting)
No, you'll have to kill me.
No...
You're gonna spend the rest of your life
rotting in a cell,
living with what you've done.
It's okay... It's okay.
Any reasonable person would want to kill me.
Shut up! Your rage is completely normal--
Shut up! You don't get to do that to me anymore!
I'm not gonna kill you.
I took an oath...
to my country,
to the Bureau, to uphold the law.
I really did care about you, you know.
(gasping)
And I didn't mean--
Yes, you did!
You lied to me.
You betrayed me.
You... you destroyed me.
You have to know.
I am sorry I did this to you.
No, you don't get to apologize,
and you don't get out of this on your terms.
Now put down the gun.
(groaning)
I didn't want to do this.
(grenade pin clatters to the floor)
(clang)
Uhh!
(fire crackling, glass breaking)
(flames roaring)