is Christine.
Happy birthday,
Christine.
WBAZ time is 8:06.
Three more nights, New York.
Three more nights
left in the century.
Three more nights left
in the millennium.
Three more nights
until every computer fails.
Three more nights
until the biggest...
celebration in the
history of this city...
starts in Times Square.
Where will you be?
Hey, Bobby, come over here.
Something weird's goin'on.
What do you got there, Charlie?
- I don't know.
Pressure's climbin' off the gauge.
Go the other way.
Excuse me.
What the hell are you--
Mmm.
You're on Gotham Talk.
Say something interesting.
I'm trying to figure out
what everyones predicting here.
Is the world going
to come to an end...
at exactly 12:01 on New Year's, or--
I'll tell you what.
You should play it safe,
not quit your job just yet.
Tell you something else.
In two more nights,
this place is gonna see
the wildest party ever.
We're gonna be there with the first...
hundred callers, we're
gonna make the most noise,
and were gonna be the craziest,
and if the world comes to an end,
what the hell,
we're all gonna be together.
And if it doesn't,
and I don't think it will,
then we'll all have the best time
anybody has ever had.
Let's go. Were gonna be late.
Honey, I'm home.
I Was just pulling myself together.
It's gonna take a lot more pulling.
You are looking
very sharp this morning.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
You got about five minutes
to get ready. Here.
There's enough caffeine in this
to kill an elephant.
Oughta get you started.
So what's today?
- Transport.
Anyone special?
No, just some
Wall Street scumbag.
Why the hell does he need
all this protection?
Well, I guess he fucked
with some people...
that didn't like being fucked with.
Personally, I like scumbags.
They pay better.
They say breakfast is
the most important...
meal of the day.
No, I'm good.
Thanks.
Striker One, F.D.R. Drive--
Follow Three,
F.D.R. south bound.
Striker One, stay close.
Striker Four-- Okay, you zeroes.
These people are
paying us good money.
Get your heads out of
your asses and start...
earning those paychecks.
Follow Three,
give me a visual sweep.
Striker One,
rooftops 125 to 136 clear.
- Keep them clear.
Striker Four, advise
and contact the--
Follow Three is on approach.
E.T.A., two minutes.
Striker One, Follow Two
and Three to report...
tight formation. Do you copy?
Air One, make a final sweep.
Roger that.
Follow Three.
We have nest in sight.
Air One, westbound over zone two.
Ten seconds out.
Roger. Ten seconds.
Follow Three,
we have arrived.
Keep everyone close.
We're exposed.
Roger.
Sky Two,
fire escape, southwest corner.
Fire escape's negative.
You're Wrong. Shooter.
Eva. Evac.
Get in the car.
Call N.Y.P.D..
Get me an ambulance.
What the hell's goin' on?
- I see him. I see him.
Shit.
Oh, shit. Tell me you remembered.
Come on.
Get up,
you pussy.
Where's the shooter?
- Headed for the roof.
- So are we.
Sky Two, get the fuck
down here, now.
Come on. Hurry.
Take us up there.
Move in. Move in.
Set us down. Hurry.
There's too much
crap on that roof.
We'll tear off the main rotor.
Then get us down
as low as you can.
Hurry now. Go.
Strap me in.
You're good.
He's gonna jump off the roof. Shit.
He's got him.
Gun. Gun.
Oculus Dei.
The thousand years has ended.
The Dark Angel is loosed
from his prison.
Get down on the ground and
put your hands behind your head.
You don't know what you've done.
Get down, or I'll put you down.
- The thousand years has ended.
You don't know What you've done.
Priest that drinks.
Can't be all bad.
I think the police
may want that at some point.
- They call it evidence.
- I like to get a head start.
- No reason to make
it easy for them.
- Yeah.
All right.
Watch the lines.
Go through here.
She doesn't look happy
with the statements.
Should've just killed that son
of a bitch. Less paperwork. Yeah.
Hey, Detective.