Hotel Artemis

This is Battalion 13.

Uh, we've just been taken out.

We got bottles through the windows.

Uh, I'd like to pull all our stations

to the point that...

The largest civil unrest California has ever...

Free the water!

Free the water!

Free the water! Free the water!

The Clearwater riots are now headed toward down...

Free the water!

Free the water!

Welcome to Union Calafia,

the West Coast's favorite bank.

Welcome... Welcome to Union Calafia,

the West Coast's favorite bank.

Welcome... Welcome to Union Calafia...

The body count is rising fast

and the question has to be asked:

is anywhere safe in Los Angeles tonight?

Goddamn it! We're still not through.

This job is a giant...

Fuck off, man!

I thought you said you could get us in!

Yeah, and I thought you knew how to run a bank job, fat boy.

Three minutes.

No! No, I've had it with this shit.

You! Look at me! You!

Open the fucking vault now!

I can't!

Central office controls it.

Hang on, whoa, whoa. All right, wait.

That vault's not opening any time soon.

This is...

So, what now, huh?

You work with what you got, not what you hoped for.

And we've got them.

A bunch of maids and grasscutters?

Exactly.

Okay, everyone. You're here in the middle of a riot

and I've got a theory about that.

I need you to stand up if your boss is a millionaire.

Come on. That's it.

Now, stay standing if your boss is an asshole.

Good for you.

How is this helping?

Gracias.

It's the most violent riot in LA history.

Rich folks need to get their lootables to the bank.

Who do they use for that?

A bunch of maids and grasscutters.

- Two minutes till the cops show up. - Okay, okay, I get it, man.

All right, change of plans!

Keep what you can carry.

- Let's go! - No, no, no, wait.

What about the vault?

Just blow out the fucking back wall. Now!

You know what to do, come on.

Fucking amateurs!

Gracias. Gracias. Thank you . Gracias.

Give that to me!

Thank you for your service and shit.

- Oh! - Keep moving, bruh.

That's real nice.

Oh, believe me, you don't want it.

Now I really do.

Buke, blow out the back wall. Now.

I'm on it! Jesus Christ.

This is not what I signed up for!

Ah, yeah. Great move.

Great move, Sherm. Right into a fucking riot!

That's right.

The crowd gets us to Wilshire.

That's where the backup wheelman's waiting for us.

Hey! So you had this whole other plan you didn't tell us?

You're not my crew.

I don't know you. I don't trust you.

- What about your brother? - We need to move.

Hey, man! That's not your call.

Hey, big brother says we gotta fucking...

- I'm running this game! - You fucking piece of shit!

Riot control is coming right now. Cut this shit out!

- Hey, hey! - Hit the ground!

- Hit the ground now! - Oh, shit.

You hit the fucking ground!

- Landon, stay down! - Ah, fuck!

Shit!

I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry.

No, stop! Stop!

You never listen.

Fuck!

What the fuck do we do now, Sherman?

I got a plan.

I need to make a call.

Hello. How can I help?

Ah. How many?

Yeah, I got two rooms left.

Yeah, travel safe.

Screen.

Thirty-six hours ago, the Clearwater Corporation

cut off the public water supply

in greater Los Angeles.

That has ignited the most violent riot

in California history.

Contractor ProShield has announced

a mandatory curfew for all citizens of greater Los Angeles.

Just another Wednesday. Mute.

Mm-hmm.

Showtime.

Jesus fucking Christ, it fucking hurts!

There she is. We're gonna be all right.

We got a Code Red and a possible Code Gray.

I'm gonna need a gurney down here tout damn suite.

Hey, come on. Give me a hand here. He's blacked out.

I got a bullet in my neck, okay, Sherman?

Seriously, I feel like I'm gonna die.

Easy, fellas. Everybody's gonna get fixed up.

You, lose the heat.

Drop the fucking gun, man.

Fuck. All right!

All right. Now verify your memberships and we're off to the races.

You're peachy. How about the nogoodnik?

Ah, he's fine, too.

You're up, neckhole. Swipe.

No dice, slick.

This thing is covered in blood.

It's always covered in blood.

I have the fucking chip scar. Look!

That could be from any dark room in the country.

Fine. I'll pay you then, all right?

Ah, that's against the rules. Yeah, I gotta run checks.

You could be a serial, you could be a ped, you could be a terrorist.

Plenty of other hospitals out there.

Where the cops are fucking looking for us.

You see, that's your job, lady!

To fix people like us up.

- Now, open the gate! - You raising your voice to me?

That is also against the rules.

Right there in the membership pack

under "do not kill the other patients."

- Out of the way, Buke. Move! - Fuck you, Sherman!

I'm sick of your shit!

Everest!

What now, huh?

You know why they call him Everest?

Yeah, I think you do.

Hold on.

Everest, incoming.

Give him a shot and take him out the Spring Street exit.

- That's a long way. - You need the exercise.

I'm gonna find you, Sherman! And I swear...

Everything's fine, bro. Come on.

We're safe here.

Your brother's got multiple entry wounds,

significant blood loss, and an air-conditioned liver.

- Hang in there, man. - Okay, code names.

He's Honolulu. That makes you Waikiki.

- You know the way by now. - Yeah, I do.

What's your damage?

Three shots,.45 millimeters.

The vest caught two.

Feels like a third slug got luckier.

- I got Sydolan. - Ow!

That'll keep you on your feet for now.

Yeah, thanks.

I thought you were done with all this.

I got out for a minute there,

but, uh, you know how it goes.

You were never out. Not up here.

Kept paying your membership.

Screen. Put him there under the light.

Initiated.

Okay, Alpha, give me a hepatic scan.

Beta, expose and clean the wound.

Liver scan commencing.

Hey, I'm right here. Right here. You all right?

Ah, man. I puked on my new suit.

We'll get you another one.

Without all the holes in it.

Wait a minute. What's that?

Consider it a thank you...

Liver irreparable.

Could you be more careful, please?

Want me to leave the bullets in there?

You wanna help?

Why don't you hold his hand, tell him you love him,

and then drench that vein

in super glue so the drip don't tear.

You fucking kidding me?

I'm about to play laser tag inside his rib cage.

So he needs as much of the good shit as we can get in there.

Especially with what's coming up next.

His new liver.

3-D model accepted.

Internal call. Acapulco suite.

Pick up.

Hello, Mr. Acapulco.

Oh, don't patronize me, okay?

I've got an eyeball that's falling out of my fucking face!

I need you here now!