Visions and Omens/Transcript

: Steve: David? David!
: David: They're coming for me. Get all the women and childre upstairs, right now. Go on.
: Steve: I gotta go find Judy.
: David: Go, Cyrus.
: ATF agent: Ready for the go command, sir.
: Wiggins: Showtime, showtime, showtime.
: David: Listen up. No one do anything stupid. I'm gonna go out there, talk to them, work this out. All right? Go on.
: ATF agents: Go, go, go, go!
: David: All right. (opens door, steps outside) Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down! Please, stop!
: ATF agents: Get your hands in the air and get on the ground!
: David: There are women and children in here! (gunshot)
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: Cyrus: Get up.
: David: Okay.
: Cyrus: Let's go.
: David: (Cyrus hands him his glasses) Thank you. Here we go. I didn't wanna wake your mama. She was up all night with Bobbie Lane.
: Cyrus: I thought you just forgot.
: David: Me? Forget? Never.
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: Cyrus: Can we stop?
: David: Cyrus. That was terrible. You gotta pace yourself. You came out way too hot.
: Cyrus: Bossy, bossy.
: David: Yeah, well... when I was your age, I didn't have a dad around to be bossing me. Be grateful. Come on.
: Cyrus: Come on. Go a little faster.
: David: All right. Just a little faster.
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: David: (enters the chapel) This morning I woke up with this funny feeling right here in my gut. And it took me some time to put a name on that sucker. I thought I ate something bad, but that wasn't it. Then I realized what it was. Joy. But how could that be, out here in the middle of nowhere? No running water, no stuff. In this rickety old house... out here in the middle of the Texas plains? Joy? See, I don't know about you, but I wasn't raised out of joy. I didn't have much joy growing up. But now, after all this time... how is it a man can find joy here? Wayne. You got your law degree from Harvard. Was that enough for you, Wayne?
: Wayne: Nope.
: David: No. Mike. You ran your own pool company. Was that enough?
: Mike: Sure wasn't.
: David: "Sure wasn't." Steve. Professor of theology. Amazing. You lived with your wife, Judy, in paradise on the beach in Hawaii. Enough?
: Steve: Not even close.
: David: Not even close! See, that's the big trick. It's never enough, no matter what you do. So how is it a man can find joy here? I'll tell you. Joy doesn't come from having something, or being something. It comes from becoming. Becoming more than you are today. All right. Let's open 'em up. (grabs Bible)
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: Man: Every day I wake up, I see a world that's falling apart.
: FBI Trainee: Things aren't that bad.
: Man: Maybe not for you... but for me, it's over.
: FBI Trainee: Sir, calm down.
: Man: Don't tell me to calm down!
: FBI Trainee: Sorry. I just wanna help you.
: Man: Help me? There's no way out of this.
: FBI Trainee: We're running out of time here. If you don't come out soon, they're going to go in there... (gunshots)
: Gary: Thanks, Tim.
: FBI Trainee: What happened?
: Gary: What happened? Killed himself. And his kids. Contain. Open communication to deescalate tension. Stall for time, lower expectations, lower the pulse. But the real key is to listen. You gotta think if someone's talking to an FBI negotiator, they're having the worst day of their lives. And your voice, it might be the only thing keeping them alive. So remember, how you say something is as important as what you say. That's all for today.
: Hardwick: How's the new batch of trainees?
: Gary: None of them is as instantly brilliant as I was.
: Hardwick: God help us all. Got your go bag with you?
: Gary: Always. Where you sending me?
: Hardwick: Ruby Ridge. Idaho. Read up. It's a quagmire. Mitch Decker and HRT got out there a few hours ago. I need you on a plane as soon as possible.
: Gary: Yes, sir.
: Hardwick: Good luck.
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: Reporter: A federal agent has been shot and killed in a confrontation with fugitive Randy Weaver in north Idaho. Weaver is charged by the ATF for selling illegal sawed-off shotguns to an undercover agent. When the ATF sent authorities to Weaver's house to arrest him, a federal agent and Weaver's 13 year old son, Sammy, were killed in a brief shootout. The FBI has now taken command from the ATF and has surrounded the house.
: Mitch: Mitch Decker, FBI Hostage Rescue Team. What do we have here?
: Skinner: Cabin's 250 yards up the hill. Highly fortified. Inside is Randy Weaver, his wife, Vicky, their three daughters and another adult male, Kevin Harris.
: Mitch: What do we know about Weaver?
: Skinner: Former Green Beret, turned white separatist and antigovernment. Guy's highly trained in explosives.
: Mitch: Have you made contact?
: Skinner: Negative. They don't have a phone.
: Mitch: Why haven't you blocked off these roads?
: Skinner: We have a perimeter. There's no way the Weavers can make it that far.
: Mitch: I'm less worried about them getting out than those who want to get in. We're in the middle of an Aryan Nation stronghold here. They band together, decide they don't want us in their woods, they got enough firepower to turn this thing into a modern day Alamo.
: Skinner: I need the road sealed off for one mile out.
: Mitch: Make sure all the barricades say "ATF" on 'em. I don't want anyone thinking we made this mess.
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: David: Hey, where y'all going? You know I have a show tonight, right?
: Steve: McMahon had an extra spot at the gun show in Austin tomorrow, so I'll send Paul.
: David: I mean, aren't we waiting on permits anyways?
: Wayne: Came in a couple of days ago. We're all set.
: David: Hey... try and sell some of those vests. I know they're not moving.
: Wayne: Have you seen those vests, David?
: David: I have seen the vests, yeah. Yes, Wayne, I've seen them.
: Steve: They're pretty ugly.
: David: The women are proud of 'em, so just try and move 'em. And remind Paul we're not just in it for the money. There's a lot of lost souls at those gun shows. Mission first. All right. See you later. (goes back inside)
: Steve: Yeah.
: Wayne: We're never gonna move those vests.
: Steve: Not a chance. But you heard the man. We gotta try.
: Wayne:Maybe Paul can sell them to some garbage cans on the way home.
: Steve: At a discount.
: Judy: (walks out of the compound) Steve?
: Steve: Yeah.
: Judy: Do you got a moment?
: Steve: Sure. What's going on?
: Judy: I'm pregnant.
: Steve: You sure?
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: Lon: I have two armed men in view. Over. Repeat, two armed men. Sir? Standing by.
: Mitch: If you have the shot? Take it.
: Lon: Copy that.
: Randy: Get up. Vicky! Vicky, open the door! Vicky, open the door! You all right? You okay? Vicky... You okay? Hey, hey...
: Lon: Target eluded fire. Over.
: Mitch: Stand down.
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: Reporter: Randy Weaver has told friends all he wants is to be left alone. Northern Idaho is a hotbed for antigovernment sentiment. A vigil of angry supporters watch the authorities' every move.
: Mitch: What if we brought the APCs from the north side to insert the gas into the cabin? Would that at least push him out?
: Gary: A little premature for an assault, isn't it?
: Mitch: He's dug in, Gary. He ain't coming out.
: Gary: Guys, can you give us a minute? Thanks. Mitch, I know he's dug in. But his son's already dead, and there's three more kids in there. Now do you really want to engage in close combat with more children?
: Mitch: What do you propose we do?
: Gary: Give me a chance. Let me talk to him. It's what I'm here for, isn't it?
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: David: You see Castillo yet?
: Steve: Nope.
: David: It's kinda hard to play a set when the drummer doesn't show up, Steve.
: Steve: I guess you'll have to figure something out.
: David: Hey, what's his problem?
: Wayne: Judy's pregnant.
: David: Great. (to Thibodeau) Hey, drummer. You have anywhere you gotta be right now?
: Thibodeau: I'm not sure. Do I?
: Waitress: Don't look at me. I'm working.
: David: She's working.
: Thibodeau: Guess not.
: David: Well... our drummer didn't show up. Wanna play a set with us?
: Thibodeau: I don't know. You guys any good?
: David: Well, let's find out, shall we?
: Thibodeau: All right.
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: David: So... it just occurred to me, I never got your name.
: Thibodeau: Thibodeau.
: David: Thibodeau?
: Thibodeau: Yeah.
: David: David Koresh. Pleasure. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he plays his music.
: Thibodeau: Yeah?
: David: Yeah.
: Thibodeau: What does my playing say about me?
: David: You play loud and aggressive. Like you're scared if you don't make enough noise, the whole world might just forget about you. I see it. 'Cause the whole world almost forgot about me, too. For a little while, at least.
: Thibodeau: Yeah? How's that?
: David: When I was a kid, I couldn't read too hot, and I stuttered. Then one day, my mama comes over and she says, "I'm gonna put you in a class for special kids." And I'm like, "Wow! This is great!" And I go to class, and it is great. Finally, no kids picking on me anymore. Recess comes up, I walk outside. This kid comes over and he shouts, "Hey, look." Here come all the retards." And I turn around to see who he's pointing at. There's no one there. I was that retard. Then it all just switched. Instant night.
: Thibodeau: You know, my mom worked nights, so... I spent a lot of time by myself. I remember, one night, I was like, 12. And I was standing at the counter, eating, and I saw our neighbors through the blinds. Sitting in their dining room, just... just eating together. And I don't know, it just... it just pissed me off. So I opened up all the windows and just... played my drums as loud as I could. Just wanted to ruin their night.
: David: I get it. I'm glad we met. 'Cause I can show you you don't have to play that loud anymore if you don't want to. You know what Scripture is, right?
: Thibodeau: Like the Bible?
: David: No. It's not just the Bible. It's everything. All human knowledge. Everything that can be known by the human mind. All wisdom. In one book.
: Thibodeau: Sorry, man. I'm not really into that.
: David: Believe me, I get it. But we all have something broken in us. And whether you believe it or not, I'm telling you, Scripture's the only way to fix it. Anyways, I don't wanna sell you a bill of goods you don't want. I best be going. Where you off to?
: Thibodeau: Back to L.A.
: David: At this hour? Don't drive through the night. I got a place not far from here where a bunch of us stay with an extra room if you want it. But I'm warning you, it is a hellhole. Nothing fancy, no running water. We built it ourselves. But we play music. And we study. And we live as a family. And it's kinda fun.
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: Judy: What's going on, Steve?
: Steve: You know what's going on. You don't know how hard this has been for me. Trying to have a baby for 10 years, and now you're having David's child. It's too much. Maybe I didn't think this through. Maybe it was a mistake to go along with David's "New Light Revelation." Maybe we should have left like Mark and Elizabeth.
: Judy: If you didn't like it, why did you accept it?
: Steve: I just thought... well, if your wife has a chance to marry the "Lamb of God," who am I to hold her back? Right?
: Judy: Steve...
: Steve: No. I don't wanna talk to you. I need some time to think. (leaves, Judy follows him outside)
: Judy: Hey. Hey. You know, Steve, you men, with all your talk of suffering and sacrifice. You go ahead and feel sorry for yourself for everything you sacrifice for your faith. But you know what? I'm that sacrifice. You sacrificed me.
: Steve: No, no, no, no.
: Judy: No! I begged you to leave when David had his revelation. I didn't want to be one of his wives. I wanted to be your wife. But you wouldn't go. And now, I am his wife... and I'm having his child. We wanted a baby. We couldn't have one, and now, one's on the way. I know you feel like this baby is a curse. But I gotta tell ya... it's a miracle.
: David: (pulls up) Guys, this here is Thibodeau. Steve, Judy.
: Thibodeau: Nice to meet you.
: Steve: How are you?
: David: This guy right here, best friend in the whole world. My rock. I wouldn't even know what to do without you. (to Judy) And you... congratulations, Mama. I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am.
: Judy: Yeah, me, too.
: Steve: Good. All right, let me give you a tour.
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: Thibodeau: All these people come here to study?
: David: They come from all over the world. All walks of life... from scholars to millionaire businessmen to cops and nurses. I mean, we live in peace here as a family. Hey, Sonobe. You're welcome to stay a night, a week, as long as you like. Just no smoking, drinking or drugs. Anything like that, okay? All right. Welcome. Folks? This here's Thibodeau. He's gonna stay with us a night. Hopefully longer.
: Thibodeau: Hey, there. What's your name?
: Serenity: Serenity.
: Thibodeau: That's a cool name. You seem like the boss around here. If I have any questions, I'll make sure to bring 'em to you.
: Michelle: Serenity, what are you doing back up? I put you in bed hours ago.
: Serenity: I was bored sleeping.
: David: Hey, Michelle, will you make up a bed here for Thibodeau?
: Michelle: Yeah. Of course. Good night.
: Reporter: Walked out of a mountaintop cabin late this afternoon...
: Rachel: David? You should see this.
: Reporter: Appearance of military hardware like this. His one man stand against the law is suddenly taking on the appearance of a full blown war.
: Rachel: Look at this... They've got tanks, helicopters and troops. For what? For a family that lives by themselves in the woods?
: Woman: They're just normal people. I mean, so what if they might believe a little different? Isn't that what America's for? Freedom of speech and religion?
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: Gary: Hello, Mr. Weaver. My name's Gary Noesner. I'm head of negotiations for the FBI. Now, I know you've been shot. And I know your son is dead, and there is nothing I could ever say to make that right. But the question is, where do we go from here? I guess if I were you...I'd be thinking, "how do I make these people pay for what they've done?" If you want to strike back in the place that'll hurt them the most, you come out peacefully. Take your day in court, you tell the world what really happened up here at Ruby Ridge. You see, dead men don't get a trial. You die, you give everyone a free pass. And Vicky, I'm sure you're angry about losing Sammy, too. But you have a husband and three daughters who still need...
: Randy: You killed Vicky!
: Gary: What'd you say, Randy?
: Randy: You shot her! You killed my wife!
: Mitch: Couldn't get him to engage?
: Gary: Your guy killed his wife.
: Mitch: What?
: Gary: Your sniper... he missed Weaver and shot his wife. Doesn't help our cause much.
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: David: Hey... you hear Judy was pregnant?
: Rachel: I had my suspicions.
: David: Well, you didn't say anything. And I had to hear it from Wayne.
: Rachel: I just didn't want you to get your hopes up.
: David: My hopes up?
: Rachel: At her age, there's a chance it doesn't work out. What? Don't look at me like that.
: David: You don't have to worry. Cyrus will always be my little superstar.
: Rachel: I'm not worried.
: David: Good.
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: Thibodeau: So you're David's best friend?
: Steve: On some days.
: Thibodeau: So how did you meet him?
: Steve: That is a long story.
: Thibodeau: If you don't wanna talk, that's cool.
: Steve: About seven years ago, my wife Judy and I were living in Hawaii and I was working on my PhD in theology. And this friend of mine, he gave me an audiotape of David's interpretation of the Seven Seals. And it struck me.
: Thibodeau: The "Seven Seals"?
: Steve: Yeah. The Seven Seals. It's in the Book of Revelation. It's considered to be the most mysterious and unknowable passages in the whole Bible. You know, I didn't believe him at first. And I was trying to catch him out. I even had one of my professors come down to argue with him. But David... I've been around this stuff my whole life. I'm raised Seventh-Day Adventist. I'm going to college for it. His ability to understand Scripture was like nothing I'd ever seen. He's memorized the entire Bible. Who does that? So, it didn't take me long to realize something... miraculous, going on here with this guy.
: Thibodeau: Miraculous?
: Steve: Okay, let me explain it another way. Do you believe that things can happen that are beyond our capacity to rationalize because we have this very limited temporal view of reality?
: Thibodeau: I guess, yeah.
: Steve: Well, stay here. Spend some time with David. And you're gonna see things like that. Miracles.
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: Mitch: We can't afford to drag this out much longer, Gary. We're in a compromised position here.
: Gary: Yeah, I'm aware of the position we're in, Mitch. But sometimes the best strategy is just wait regardless of the circumstance.
: Mitch: That's your plan? Just wait?
: Bo: Get your hands off me, boy. Where the hell's Noesner?
: Gary: Nope. That's my plan. I really appreciate you coming out, Bo.
: Bo: Why'd you bring me up here? I don't even know Randy Weaver.
: Gary: Well, when I can't get a man to trust me, I try to find someone he will trust. I was thinking that might be you. You're a fellow Green Beret, similar opinions about the government... I mean, you're a hero to the radical right. You may not know him, but he sure as hell knows you.
: Bo: Nope. I ain't helping the goddamn FBI with none of this nonsense.
: Gary: Now, you know how you move a man? Fear. Figure out what someone's scared of, you can get him to do pretty much anything. Now these hotheads down here, you know what they're scared of? They're scared that Vicky and Sammy Weaver are dead and if that ever goes to court, it's gonna be a problem for 'em. And poor Randy Weaver's scared if he comes out of his cabin someone's gonna shoot him. Now, I'm scared that if I can't get you to talk them out, these boys are gonna go in there anyway and more people will get hurt. And I don't know, but I imagine you're scared that your friends will see you help the Feds and turn on you. But what you should really be scared of... is if those kids die, and you know you could've done something to stop it. How's that gonna feel?
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: Bo: Randy? It's me, Bo Gritz. I need you to open that door, unarmed, and come on out. I give you my word, we'll hand these boys their asses for what they done up here.
: Randy: Bo, is that really you?
: Bo: Yeah, it sure is, Randy.
: Randy: Bo, you wouldn't believe how pretty my wife was.
: Bo: This thing's over, Randy. It's time to start thinking about your other children. Come on out, and let's get you some justice? It's the only way.
: Randy: I'm coming out.
: Mitch: Everybody move in.
: ATF agents: On your knees! Move in! Move! Move! Move! Go! Go! Go!
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: Skinner: You wanted to see me, sir?
: Wiggins: DOJ report came out. They're pinning Ruby Ridge on us.
: Skinner: Aw, that's bullshit.
: Wiggins: Politicians are so shortsighted. Congress are talking about shutting us down, and Clinton's saying he'll support it.
: Skinner: FBI shot Vicky Weaver. How is that our fault?
: Wiggins: It was our crappy case to begin with. March 10th, they're talking about defunding the ATF. Come March 11th, we might all be out of a job.
: Skinner: What can we do to stop it?
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: Steve: Thanks, Thibs.
: Thibodeau: Yeah.
: Judy: Steve, you wanna help me?
: Steve: Yeah.
: Judy: Jeez. I feel like a whale.
: Steve: Well, you kinda look like one.
: Judy: Well, Steve! That's real nice. That's real nice.
: Steve: Come on, big girl.
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: Thibodeau: Hey, let me get that.
: Michelle: Thanks. Thanks, Thibs.
: Thibodeau: Yeah.
: Michelle: You're always so nice.
: Thibodeau: Yeah, well, you're my homie. That's what homies do.
: Michelle: What's a "homie"?
: Thibodeau: Sometimes I feel like I traveled back in time to be here... like I'm an alien from the future. Sent back to the 1800s to teach people the important things... like the word, "homie." Oof.
: Michelle: Well, we loved having you around here for the last six months. You think you'll stay?
: Thibodeau: Yeah. Yeah, for a while. Hard to say how long, though.
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: Hardwick: Come in.
: Gary: You got a minute?
: Hardwick: Sure. What's on your mind?
: Gary: The Ruby Ridge report? I have some concerns. It says that Mitch "acted appropriately."
: Hardwick: Well, in all fairness, he wasn't trying to kill Vicky Weaver.
: Gary: No, but he did break the rules of engagement in the field. He should be facing an investigation, not getting a pat on the back.
: Hardwick: This mess belongs to the ATF. Look, the boys upstairs are worried that if we reprimand Mitch then we're admitting fault.
: Gary: But we are at fault. He issued a "kill on sight" command and a woman was killed. Look. My dad used to say, "You don't earn trust by telling people how good you did. You earn it by saying the hard stuff." Now, our greatest asset as an agency is that people believe in us. But if we lose that trust, we might not ever get it back.
: Hardwick: Now, look, Gary, it's a little tricky... politically. But... thanks for coming in.
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: David: Getting those go karts may be the worst idea I ever had.
: Thibodeau: Brad's a beast on that thing. I was right behind him the day he flipped it.
: David: You happy here, Thibs?
: Thibodeau: Yeah. Yeah. It's been real nice. I'm afraid my mom thinks I've lost my mind... moving in with a Bible study group.
: David: Have her come visit, see for herself.
: Thibodeau: Trust me, you want no piece of my mom.
: David: Yeah. You want no piece of mine, either. Thing is... we don't allow tourists to stay here..
: Thibodeau: You think I'm a tourist?
: David: Doesn't matter what I think. Are you a tourist? Are you really willing to do this?
: Thibodeau: I'm for real.
: David: Good. You think you could remain celibate if you stay?
: Thibodeau: Seriously? No.
: David: Yeah. Well, four years ago, I had this revelation that really shook things up. Lost some dear friends. I had this vision that we're all slaves to our own sexual desires... that our sexuality keeps us bound to the lower parts of our beings. And believe me... it's not easy for anyone. But without sex, it opens up. It becomes clear.
: Thibodeau: And what about the married guys?
: David: They're celibate, too. I've assumed the burden of sex for us all. But not for my own kicks. Book of Revelation tells of 24 elders that will sit in judgment over the End Times. The kids we're generating, right here... they'll be those elders.
: Thibodeau: I don't know, man. I'd have to think about it. If I could just understand its purpose. I'd like to learn more.
: David: It's a toughie. Some people only focus on what they give up. But I'm telling you... those that stay... they gain so much more.
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: Skinner: I need you to look at this.
: Wiggins: What is it?
: Skinner: A UPS driver found a box of grenade casings headed for a religious group in Waco, Texas.
: Wiggins: What do we know about the group?
: Skinner: They're called the Branch Davidians. Their leader is a guy named David Koresh. Born Vernon Howell. One prior for armed assault. A former member of their group estimates they spent close to 200 grand on guns and parts in the last couple of years.
: Wiggins: Whoa! What are they planning on doing with all those guns?
: Skinner: I don't know, but get this. That guy's a polygamist. He's got a bunch of wives and children and our informant... he believes some of those kids are being abused. Now Child Services has investigated twice, but can't make a case. And we could stop it.
: Wiggins: If we come out of that compound with a bunch of innocent kids and loaded guns, it might remind Congress why they need us.
: Skinner: I'll get a surveillance team set up top of next week.
: Wiggins: No. Start one tonight.
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: Judy: I just love her so much, Steve. More than anything I've ever loved.
: Steve: Look at her. She has your eyes.
: Judy: Yeah?
: Steve: Hi.
: Judy: Do you wanna hold her? Go on, you hold her.
: Steve: Okay. Can I hold you?
: David: (knocks and enters) Let's get a good look at her, shall we? All right. Look at her. Hello. She has my eyes. Her name will be "Mayanah," like the myna bird that talks and talks.
: Judy: She's so beautiful.
: David: You done good. Real good. Steve. We're watching "Lawnmower Man" downstairs in five minutes if you wanna join. All right.
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: Gary: Birthday?
: Mitch: No. Justice Department just upped my budget another 10 million bucks.
: Gary: Congratulations.
: Mitch: Thanks.
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: Carol: You coming to bed soon?
: Gary: In a bit.
: Carol: What's wrong?
: Gary: Nothing.
: Carol: What's going on? Talk to me.
: Gary: I've wanted to be an FBI agent since I was 12 years old, you know? I saw J. Edgar Hoover on The Mickey Mouse Club and I was hooked. I couldn't imagine a better thing to be. But what if, after all these years, I've been believing we're better than we actually are?
: Carol: Where's this coming from? What happened?
: Gary: They gave 10 million dollars to HRT.
: Carol: You want them to give more money to your department?
: Gary: No. The balance of power is shifting. We're militarizing. We're changing... into something I didn't sign up for.
: Carol: Well, then, if you're that concerned, you just need to talk to Hardwick. You two are friendly.
: Gary: I did. It fell on deaf ears.
: Carol: Well, then, talk louder.
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: David: All right.
: Thibodeau: Come on.
: David: (running) Can't help yourself, can you? No. Who's passing who? Yeah! Good job. Looks like we have new neighbors. Come on, Cyrus. Let's go home.
: Cyrus: I'll race you to the house.
: David: All right. I'll beat you.
: Cyrus: You will?
: David: Yeah, I will.
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