12 Rounds 2: Reloaded Page #6

was random.

He planned it all.

Well, his fun's about to end.

The geeks have traced the signal

he's been tapping into.

We got an address. SWAT's en route.

We're taking Heller tonight.

I used to play here as a kid.

Hey, watch out for the floor.

It gets really slippery, all right?

- Welcome to round eight.

Dad?

Dad!

- Thomas!

- Dad!

- Dad, I'm coming!

- Tommy, no. Tommy, no!

Tommy!

They're burying him alive!

They're gonna bury him alive!

Come on, let's go!

Dad!

Thomas, help me!

- Tommy, help me!

- All right, Dad, I'm coming!

Tommy!

Oh, God! I'm cuffed to a chair!

All right, keep digging!

I'm gonna try and find a way

to shut it down. Keep digging!

I'm sorry, Dad!

Nick!

Oh, Dad! Nick!

You didn't really think it

was gonna be that easy, did you?

You've got about 90 seconds

before our dear governor meets his sweet end.

Go, go, go. Move in.

Hold, hold.

Hold up.

Freeze, police!

Show us your hands!

Oh, Nick!

Nick! Come on, please!

Nick, you got to help me!

He rigged the belt.

I couldn't shut it off!

This isn't working, Nick!

Please! Nick! Do something!

Hey, hey. I'll be right back!

I got an idea!

Hurry, Nick!

Just keep breathing, all right?

Keep breathing. I got you.

Hurry, Nick!

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah!

Move in! Go, go, go!

- He's got a gun!

- Put the weapon down!

Hold your fire!

Stop! Cease fire! Stop!

Damn it! I said hold your fire!

Call the medics! F***!

Why? This is all my fault.

No, Dad, no, this is... my fault.

OK? You know,

I just need a second chance.

Come on.

- Yeah?

- You seem upset, Nick.

You were expecting someone else?

Sh*t. Gun's glued to his hands.

It's not him.

Who the hell is it?

Judge Perlmutter.

Well, it's just you and me again, pal.

No more distractions.

No more police either,

as a matter of fact.

- But, hey.

- No more police?

They went ahead and they took

care of round nine for you.

I think he's in here.

Hey, you want to punish me?

You want to punish me?

Stop hiding behind your phone like a p*ssy!

Come do it in person.

Nick!

Sarah!

All right, then!

Round ten!

" No!

God! No, no, no...!

- Oh, no.

- All right, not another step!

- Come on, Dad. Keep pressure on it.

- Goodbye, Governor.

No! Don't!

No! No, please!

See? Now, that's being tough on crime!

Hi, Nick.

Thought it was time you and I

got to meet face-to-face.

- Nick!

- Shut up!

- You psycho. Don't you touch her.

- What? Who, her?

Why don't you shut the f*** up?!

I'm giving orders!

- You better not put a finger on her.

- Of course I'm gonna hurt her!

I'm gonna hurt her,

and you're gonna watch!

- No.

- Hey, Tommy.

How does it feel to have someone

you love so dearly ripped away from you,

and there's not a damn thing

you can do about it?

You f***!

I'm gonna f***ing kill you!

You know, I have to admit,

there was never a chance

for you to win that round.

You think I was gonna let

your dad walk away from this?

- You psychotic a**hole.

- Sorry, Nick.

This round is Tommy's to play.

Tommy. You know what they say

about karma, don't you?

Karma.

It's a b*tch.

- No!

- Shut up!

That's a good boy.

Guess that explains why it was

his car that Malloy left at the motel.

Hello, Detectives.

Nice try.

- I know what happened.

- Oh, you think you know?

Why don't you ask your young partner?

Ask him what he had to do

to get out of that uniform so quickly.

Tell them.

What is he talking about?

What did you do?

Tell them how you were

the first officer on the scene that night.

Tell them how, in order to get the charges

reduced, they had to bury evidence.

Tell them what you got in exchange

for helping them betray the law,

young detective.

Is it true?

I'm sorry.

Fall back! Move!

-Everybody out!

- Let's go!

- Move now!

- You guys, move back!

Please. I did what you wanted.

I helped you, so...

If you let me go, I'll turn myself in.

I promise I'll pay for what I did.

So you remember?

A year ago? This place?

I'm sorry.

All right? I'm so sorry.

But I'll give you anything.

I'll give you anything you want.

- Anything?

- Yes, anything!

Anything. Money, justice...

anything in the world.

Fine.

I want my wife back!

I'm sorry.

Please.

Apology not accepted.

You said you would do anything.

Let's put that to the test.

Round 11.

This is your chance to prove

how far you'll go to live.

Both of these bottles contain

your beverage of choice.

You're gonna choose one,

and you're gonna drink it.

- That's it?

- That's it.

That's it?

That... that's all I have to do.

Oh! I forgot to mention, one of them

is laced with poison, so...

So, come on, Tom.

Choose. Pick your poison.

You said you'd do anything.

I am giving you the opportunity to prove it.

I can't.

I can't, I'll die.

No, you might die.

Then again, you might not.

Choose.

Or I swear to God, you son of a b*tch,

I will choose for you.

- Fine.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I am giving you a chance, Tommy.

That is something my wife never had.

Now, you choose a bottle,

or I will choose the gun.

Bottle gives you a 50-50 chance,

the gun gives you zero.

- OK. OK.

- Choose.

- OK, I'll do it.

- One...

Two !

That's it. Drink up.

Looks like my luck's changing.

Not quite.

What the f*** are you doing?

You said I had a chance!

You said I had a chance!

Nick.

Nick, come on. Nick!

Ah, damn.

- Are you OK?

- Hey, welcome back, Nick.

Just in time for the final round.

What the f***?

We're taking a little ride

down memory lane.

A ride that ends the same way

that my dear Diana's did.

Heller, stop.

You don't have to do this.

Of course I do, Nick.

You know, you've been a really,

really good sport tonight.

Unfortunately for all of us,

the game's about to end.

None of us are gonna win this one.

You were never gonna turn yourself in.

Sorry about that, pal,

but justice must be served.

Justice? This is your idea of justice?

Killing an innocent woman?

Sarah has nothing to do with any of this.

Yeah, neither did my wife!

Tell you something, Nick.

The system is broken,

and it can be manipulated by those in power.

We are very, very lucky that your father

found a judge that will work with us.

Twelve months rehab.

You're gonna be a free man.

The scales.

He said something about scales.

That they were out of whack.

- Is it true?

- And I'd help him rebalance them.

The only justice that we have

is the ones we make for ourselves.

This isn't justice, this is murder.

Damn. This makes you

exactly like Tommy.

Hey! I am nothing like him!

lam not like him.

- Looks the same to me, man.

- Yeah? Well, let me prove it to you.

Emergency services, how can I help?

- Help!

- Shut the f*** up!

You listen very carefully to me.

In the next few minutes, there is going

to be a rather horrific accident

that's gonna take place

at the intersection of Sherwood and Grant.

I suggest you get ambulances there now.

- Help!

-Shut up! Huh?

See, Nick? Huh? I just gave you

a better chance than my wife ever had.

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