Unstoppable

Agent Junod? I got a caII for you. It's WiIson.

What's up Wilson?

On the corner of Sunnyside with 10th Avenue there's a diner.

Meet me there at 7 pm. I'II teII you everything I know.

We're on the radio. Tell him we're coming over.

Follow us.

Show me what you got.

He won't talk.

You know what? I'm gonna use the drug.

Sullivan said no.

You're in a graveyard, Wilson.

And if you don't tell us what we wanna know...

you're gonna be buried here.

So tell me, who's your contact?

Who were you going to meet at the diner?.

He won't talk.

Who were you meeting at the diner?.

What?

Wilson, we can't move the drug unless we know what you said.

What did you tell the FBl, Wilson?

He's coming out of it.

- What did you tell the FBl? - We've got to keep him alive.

Stop moving.

If you talked we can't move the drug...

and then nobody gets paid.

Hold him!

Shit!

That stuff really works, man!

- Do you want me to wait? - No. No.

I'll be fine.

I'm gonna do this. I'll do this.

There's no other place left, Dean.

I'm gonna do it.

Eventually.

I'm just kidding.

- I love you. - I love you back.

AII cars near Sunnyside and 98th...

please respond to 11-80.

Sunnyside and 98th, 11-80.

I still have those dreams.

But it's not as I was then.

It's as I am now. I'm 53.

I'm out in the bush, out of shape, overweight...

a big, fat and immobile target.

A lot of guys had a lot worse than me.

And they're fine. Why can't I do that?

Why do I have to keep coming here to feel any better?

What about you, Dean?

It's your first time. Wanna share?

Yeah. My name is Dean Cage.

I was in Bosnia.

This a small war compared to what some of you guys have been through.

There ain't no small war, brother.

No. I guess there isn't.

My friend, Amy...

she's more technically like...

She's my best friend's sister.

You know, she and I... it's kinda complicated.

Anyway, she suggested that I come.

They're pouring gasoline on me.

Because I'm...

The bastards are gonna burn me!

- I'm kinda stuck. - They're gonna burn me, Dean.

They're gonna burn me.

If it's alright with you guys, since it's my first time here...

I'd like to just sit this one out...

and listen if it's okay with you guys.

Of course it is, Dean.

What the hell happened?

The trucker said this guy came flying out of an ambulance.

That John Doe over there, riding like a bronco.

The bastard took an up close of each tire.

- Is this the ambulance? - No, another one.

Where is it?

That's the thing. The ambulance kept going.

What?

- Does this make sense to anybody? - Not yet.

Can you make up these letters here?

What is that, an "M"?

"N", "V"? I don't know.

So, wanna tell me about it?

Did you fuck up?

Who told you to interrogate him after the injection?

Lietch, would you put your piece to his head, please?

Do as I ask, please.

You think I like this?

Lietch doesn't like it, I know you don't.

This is where we are, because you...

despite all your training, decided on actions...

that went outside the mission parameters, do you understand?

Wilson did say something.

The guy was snitching. Supposed to have a meeting.

We know when and where. Tonight...

diner, 7 o' clock.

You can low your weapon now. The point has been made.

Of course, Wilson can't tell us what he told the Feds.

The Federal agent he's been snitching to can.

Well, why don't we stick around and see who should up for coffee?

How did it go?

It's still going on.

Dean, you left?

You know, look. These guys...

they're alright, but they're kinda cuckoo.

I was thinking...

maybe we can meet up at some place.

There are some things I wanna tell you.

I don't wanna tell them, I wanna tell you.

Meet me at the diner. 7 o' clock, ok?

I'll see you there, baby.

Alright. Bye.

MacNab... Stay.

Peterson, I want you out in the street

- Why? - Why?

Because MacNab will be doing the id...

and I want Lietch to drive. Gotta a problem with that?

Good. So take up his position.

Come here.

So what this stuff is gonna do?

What's gonna do? It's gonna make us very rich.

This is about all you need to worry right now.

Have you used one of these?

- No. - Look and learn.

You load exactly like you'd load a gun.

Lock it up.

Hypodermics. Eight of them.

You stick it in his arm, his leg. Doesn't matter where.

You clear?

Let's do it.

We id him then we wait.

You take him down outside, you understand?

Outside when you inject him.

Do not talk to him. Not a word.

- You got it? - I got it.

Let's rock and roll.

- Hi. - Hi.

- One for dinner, please. - Table 14 is open.

Thanks.

- Coffee? - Great.

Thanks.

Another guest to the party coming in.

Right on time.

MacNab, hold tight.

It's him. He's waiting for someone.

Let's make sure.

Right. OK.

Brilliant.

Alright. Here we go. You look good.

- We tried. - The best as you can.

Beautiful.

Ready? One, two, three!

Dean!

Listen, MacNab, he's not going anywhere. We wait.

Sullivan, I just got made. Big time.

What you mean 'made'? How can he make you, you're on the street!

He's right. He's anxious and scooping this place out like a pro.

- He's just made us too. - We're not sure.

Fuck! Damn it!

What we're gonna have to do is ugly.

MacNab, you're a go. Compromised authority.

- Sorry pal, that seat is taken. - I'm afraid not.

Wilson can't make it, ever again.

Look buddy, you got the wrong table.

This don't have to be messy. I just got a few questions for you.

Sorry, left handed.

You see? Now it's gonna get messy.

Get out of the way.

Hello?

How are you doing?

He's a runner, Lietch. You're out of position.

Get in position.

Get out of the way!

Back it up. We need to extract MacNab.

Are you ok, man?

Police officer! Let me see your hands!

Get your hands in the air and get on your knees!

Now!

Hands behind your head and get on the ground.

Kissing the pavement now.

Alright, down on the ground. Take it easy.

Dean!

Move!

What's with you, idiot?

You stupid man!

Sullivan, we got him.

Turn him over.

Let's go.

Lift.

Apparently, Dean assaulted another man outside...

before been picked up by an ambulance.

We're calling hospitals.

This doesn't make sense.

You don't use a hypogun as a weapon.

Look, I like Dean too. He's a war hero.

He certainly got medals to prove it.

But did you see that guy's face?

So what? He just snapped, is that it? Just went nuts?

You say like the possibility has never occurred to you.

What is this? Who are you guys?

I'm one of the guys Washington has sent you to whack.

But we didn't like that idea very much.