We get to the city of Toronto. The two AWs land on a skyscraper. The escapees – minus Cormack – depart from the chopper to stretch their legs, get some fresh air, and check out the view. One of the prisoners, a skinny man with a crew cut, feels happier than the others about being in the town. He says excitedly, "I never thought I'd ever come back to my hometown." He then points to someplace in the distance. "Hey, that's where me and my sister played jacks!"

Frido rolls his eyes and uses his hook hand to turn the inmate's head to face his. "We're not here to do some sightseeing, and you're not here to take a trip down memory lane." He says, reminding him to stay fixated on the task that was given to them.

"He's right!" responded Mickey. "We need to take these prisoners someplace, but where?"

Another prisoner, with black hair and an eye patch over his right eye, says, "Hey, how about there?" He points to the CN Tower in the distance.

Mickey and Frido get malicious smiles on their faces as they look at the structure. They turn to look at each other and say with wicked satisfaction, "Perfect!"

At the CN Tower's main pod Look Out level, various tourists gaze at the Ontario capital from over 1100 feet of this marvelous structure. A man and his wife enter the elevator to go to another floor. As it opens, Frido, Mickey, and the two of the other jailbirds appear, holding guns. The couple becomes frightened. Soon, the other tourists look and get the same reaction, with the mothers clutching their children with their arms. Mickey shoots the first observation glass window he sees and says to the tourists, "Get out." All of them scream in a panic and rush to the rest of the five elevators. As soon as they all go in, the four cons let out grins of pride. Frido holds up a two-way radio transceiver up to his face and tells the rest of the jailbirds to bring the hostages up.

Hours later, every member of Chris McLean's family (at least who you think how many there are) is in the lookout level, gagged with tape and has their wrists and ankles bound with rope. The other convicts are here, too – with guns in hand and guarding the elevators. Mickey starts to chat up with Frido about the next step of the plan, since Cormack's not here.

"Well, we got 'em all tied up, didn't we? Huh? Get it?" laughed Mickey. He then tries to explain the joke to Frido. "Y'know – with the ropes. That we used. To tie 'em up." However, Frido was not in the mood for jokes. So Mickey plainly said, "Alright, alright. I'll stop." He refocuses on Cormack's plan. "So, we got the hostages, got to our destination, and picked one hell of a lookout tower, as well as a sweet hostage locale. What's our next plan?"

"We wait until tomorrow at four PM for Chris to give himself in." answered Frido. "If he doesn't, we'll shoot his family right at their hearts – one at a time – and make him watch the whole thing."

"Why can't we just kill them now?"

"Those are Cormack's orders."

"'His orders.' 'His orders!' Why are we listening to that guy!? We're free! We're not behind bars! So technically, we don't have – no, need – to listen to anyone, not even him."

"Aren't you forgetting that he almost separated your head from your body… three days ago!?"

"Yeah. So what?"

"So… he's the reason we're not behind bars! We owe that guy some respect!"

"Well, if you 'respect' him so much, why don't you tell him this; why did he want us to take captive a select group of people and no one else?"

Frido begins to contemplate that query. As he is mulling, one of the prisoners on guard of the elevators shouts to them, saying that someone is coming up. They both rush to the elevator that is reaching their floor – guns pointed right at it; getting ready to shoot the person on it as soon as it opens. The elevator soon reaches the lookout level; it opens its doors and as soon as it does, the prisoner/guards gasp and stutter in disbelief.

"What!?"

"No way!"

"This can't be!"

A familiar baritone spurts out in a calm and sincere manner, "Hello, boys."