12 Rounds: Reloaded

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1

Ugh.

I'm never eating popcorn again.

For the rest of your life?

Forever.

Do you know what I'm never doing?

- What?

Going to the movies with you,

because your movie selection is awful.

- Please! You loved it!

- I loved it? Come on.

One chick flick every 12 months

isn't gonna kill you.

Really? Because I feel like

I'm dying on the inside right now.

No, I literally feel

nauseous right now.

- OK. You know what?

- What?

Next time you get to choose.

Sounds good to me.

Oh, man. That's bad. Call 911!

Get my medical kit out of the car!

This isn't good.

Hello?

I got you.

I'm just gonna back you out.

There's been an accident.

I got you, sir. I got you.

Nice and slow. I got you.

All right. You're good.

My husband is an EMT.

He's checking.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

- Nick?

- Just throw it. Throw it.

- Can you hear me?

- Help me.

Sir, you're gonna be OK. OK?

Help is on the way. Nick?!

The seat belt's stuck!

Yes.

I got you, buddy. I got...

- Get you away from this car.

- My name is Sarah...

Nice and easy. Nice and easy.

Where are you hurt?

Tell me where it hurts. I'm an EMT.

- We were coming back...

- I got you. I got you.

I'm gonna give you something here.

Don't move that. Keep pressure.

- This will help stop the bleeding.

- Help me.

Please, just hurry.

I'm gonna come back for you.

I have to go check on the other car.

- It's gonna be OK!

- Please, hurry!

She's stuck!

- Where's that ambulance?!

- Nick, they're on their way!

How far away are they? Ask them.

Nick!

Come on. Come on.

Charge ready.

She's gone.

Sorry. We did all we could.

The driver appears to be intoxicated.

Still no new information on the whereabouts

of Governor Thomas Devlin.

Devlin, who was elected

for his tough-on-crime stance,

has been missing since Thursday,

when he didn't return home from work.

Police are stepping up

their search efforts

and confirm that no ransom

demand has been made.

Local police Captain John Brady

had this to say.

We are pursuing all...

Sarah, where are the rest

of my work shirts?

Right here.

- Toothpaste stain on this one.

- Hmm.

- Wonder how that got there.

- Hm?

Don't forget we're having dinner

with my sister and her new boyfriend.

- Newer than the last one?

- Yes. Anyway, seven o'clock.

Thirty-six hours

of steady rainfall left many homes...

You know, I never fit in with these guys.

Yes, you do. You always do great,

and I want you there.

Hey.

You think they haven't

made mistakes?

But you're not that guy anymore.

Besides, I'll, uh...

...owe you one

if you come with me tonight.

I'm one lucky guy.

Yeah, you are.

Man, white people

do not lock their doors.

- Hi, Jay!

- Hi, Jay.

- Hey. Ooh! Just in time.

- Oh, yeah. Mmm-hmm.

- Don't mind if I do.

- Yeah.

Thank you. Come on, now.

Show some love.

- You gotta share with your partner.

- OK, OK, fine. Here.

- No, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

- Didn't your mama teach you no manners?

That was good.

All right. You guys are gonna be late.

Let's go.

- You gonna eat that?

- OK. Yep. All right.

- Seriously, bro?

- You go.

- Oh, yeah. Mmm.

- No, no, no.

- Hey! Everybody needs a little love.

- What is going on?

- What's going on?

- Have a good day.

- Come on, son!

- Let's get out of here, man.

Ten-five 01, Dispatch.

We have an adult male in need

of medical attention

Corner of Richter and Fourth.

Condition unknown.

Dispatch, this is Unit 01.

We are en route.

Hey, buddy. How you doing?

Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, I got you.

Lean against me now.

- OK, buddy.

- One, two, three. Up.

Whoa, easy, partner.

There we go. There we go.

See that lip. Watch that lip.

OK, buddy.

His pupils aren't dilating.

He's definitely on something.

Yeah, maybe.

What'd you take tonight, kid?

Jesus Christ.

What is that?

Oh, man. Tell me that's not

the latest fad for kids these days.

You need to answer it.

Just take it easy, kid.

What'd you take tonight, kid?

- Who is this?

- He wants to talk to you!

Hey, hey, hey...

OK, OK, OK, OK.

I'll answer it.

I'll answer it. Hello?

Hello, Nick. Now we can begin.

I don't know how you got my number,

but I'm kind of busy right now.

The scales are off, Nick.

They need to be set right again.

Listen, whack job, I'm gonna

hang up and go back to work.

You hang up on me and Sarah dies!

That would be a drag, wouldn't it?

End our fun before it even begins?

Who the f***...?

- What do you want?

- Your attention!

Which I am assuming I now have.

Nick, what I want you to do

is step out of the ambulance,

so we can have

a more private conversation.

- Be right back.

- Hey.

- What the hell, Nick?

- No! No!

- What the hell, man?

- Just one second, Jay. One second.

OK, I'm out.

A few more steps, please.

That's fine, thank you.

That's right, Nick. I'm watching you.

From this moment on,

everything you do.

Look, I don't know

what your issue is with me.

Let's meet face-to-face, talk this out.

We will, Nick, I promise,

but first we're gonna play a little game.

Is that what this is to you,

some kind of sick game?

Yeah, that is exactly what it is to me!

Now, this game has 12 rounds.

You win more than you lose,

I turn myself in.

You don't, a lot of people die.

A lot of people, including you.

- What the hell, Nick?

- No! No!

Nick, he's crashing!

Come on, I need some help here.

If you refuse to cooperate,

people die.

If you make any attempt

to contact the police, people die.

Nick! Come on, buddy.

I need some help here.

Nick, he's coding.

Why me?

Why does anything happen in life?

Maybe it's all just random.

Maybe you just happened to find yourself

in the right place at the right time.

Nick, the guy's crashing!

Now, let's start things off

with a bang, shall we?

Jay, get out of the ambulance now!

- Get out now!

- What?

Now! Get out!

Hang in there, buddy. Hang in there.

Well, that was round one, Nick.

You just lost.

You son of a b*tch.

You just killed an innocent kid!

Oh, please.

Can we agree to disagree on that point?

At least you know I'm serious, yes?

- You're a f***ing maniac.

- I assure you, Nick,

once you understand what I am doing,

you will see that I am very, very sane.

Look, I don't know

what this is all about,

but I can see you're angry. I get that.

But this isn't the solution.

You send that text and Sarah is dead!

And it would be a real shame

if something horrible were to happen to her,

and it was your fault.

Yes, Nick?

He's hurt. God damn it, he's hurt!

Oh, please. He'll live!

But, trust me, if I wanted him dead,

he'd be dead.

And just in case you have any doubts...

You're quite the snorer, Nick.

Anyone ever tell you that?

- Don't you hurt her.

- I won't...

...as long as you follow the rules.

My rules!

Rule number one, no f***ing cops!

Well, there we go.

That's more like it. Any questions?

Yeah.

When do I get to see your face

so I know whose ass I'm gonna kick?

In time, Nick. In time.

Now, let's play.

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