Brick Mansions Page #2

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and you forget about going

after that last scumbag.

Yeah.

Just like I thought.

Move, b*tch.

Whatchu looking at, fool?

Got your ass.

You Latino? Where are you from?

Mexico?

Brazil?

What's going on here Rayzah?

Nothing.

Me and home girl

gonna chill later.

Let me get down to business.

Lola, please.

- What do you want?

- Your boyfriend.

I don't have a boyfriend.

You and Lino broke up?

I haven't see him in years.

That's not what I heard.

Really? Well, I guess you'll just

have to add me to the list then.

What list is that?

The list of people who don't give

a sh*t about what you heard.

That's cute.

You listen to this.

I suggest we get along.

Because your pretty ass ain't going

nowhere until Lino shows up.

- Hey Lola.

- Lino, what the hell are you doing?

- If you're going to be mad, I can go.

- Your full of bullshit, I know it!

Can you two work out

your relationship

when you don't got a

gun to my throat?

His having a gun to your throat

is the issue in our relationship.

All right, everybody

just cool down.

Should I take the shot?

Nigga's got a 45

against my neck!

Move!

You too!

Tell Tyrel Glenn to step off.

Get back! Back!

Let's negotiate. We don't

need a blood spill man.

Stop selling dope in the

neighborhood, end of negotiation.

Let the mad man through.

How about this.

I forget about the 20 keys.

You go back with your

pretty girl in one piece.

- And we stay of each other business.

- Not good enough.

How far are you gonna walk out before one of

these niggas puts a shot in your back, huh?

- You get it?

- Back!

Maybe I get hit.

Maybe we all die.

- Maybe your pretty girl get hit, huh?

- Back off.

My boys, they are

going to kill you!

You think you can go back and

pretend nothing happened?

And for what, huh?

They will get in here, Lino.

I'm not so sure about that.

- Come on you son of a b*tch.

- Move!

- How is it?

- He's locked the door from the outside.

Useless, all of you!

Open the door!

Tyrel Glenn little sister

is about to wake up.

That's my Mustang you know.

That's my baby.

- The keys.

- Son of a b*tch.

- Get back!

- You drive.

Don't wreck my car woman.

You're gonna regret it.

- Shut up!

- In the back!

Man, I'm 6'3, I can't

fit back there.

You're about to get a

couple of inches shorter.

We're going to get

these b*tches!

Shoot the tire! Shoot!

Watch out, woman!

You know how much I

spent on this car?

I'll take care of it, I promise.

You don't need me here. Just let

me out, you can keep the damn car.

Always negotiating, huh?

Stay right there!

- Open that door!

- Drop it! Drop the weapon!

- Don't shoot!

- Get out of the car!

We're here to see your

captain, don't shoot.

Get down!

Stay cool.

Move!

This is Tremaine Alexander.

I'm sure you know him.

Yes, we know.

Put your gun down, son.

Nobody move.

Everybody stay cool.

Put your gun down, son.

Give me your weapon.

You did good.

Lock him up!

What? Wait! What the

hell are you doing?

Get your hands off me!

Let me out of here!

Hey! Hey!

Son of b*tches! Let me out!

Hey Mike, how's that

new house you got?

Never mind. Get out

of here, Tremaine.

Guess my donation is

coming in handy, huh?

- Come on, Miss Lola.

- I'm not going anywhere with you!

Tremaine! You son of a b*tch!

I'll kill you!

Let me go!

It's all politics, Lino.

I'm a politician.

C'est la vie

No! Open the door!

Open this door now!

- You can go.

- Yes, sir!

You gave her to those animals,

you dirty piece of sh*t.

Sorry son, the way of the world.

Detective Collier, the

Mayor is ready to see you.

Detective, come in.

Detective Collier.

Tom Berringer.

- I was in the force with your dad.

- Nice to meet you.

Your family has a

history with the city.

Damien's father led the last

police raid in Brick Mansions.

His unfortunate death pushed legislation

for us to erect the border.

He's a hero, and from what I

hear, you're a lot like him.

Thank you.

We've been made to understand that

you have somewhat of an expertise

in terms of that neighborhood.

Yeah, I know it pretty well.

- Major Reno, U.S. Army.

- Pleasure.

Detective, this is a situation

that demands the best of the best.

Last night a

government transport

travelling at a time and route with

minimal civilian traffic was hijacked.

What are they transporting?

N.A.D, Neutron Assisted Device.

A neutron bomb.

We prefer the word device.

Bomb has such negative

connonations.

The device was fitted with

an anti theft mechanism.

Which is triggered if the case

should be open the wrong way.

Device activated.

What the f***?

We need you to infiltrate,

locate the device,

and contact us for the

code to disarm it.

Nah, that can't be done.

That'd take time, planning.

We don't know where it's at,

we don't know who has it.

We know where. Brick Mansions.

We know who.

That's Tremaine Alexander.

Ex-soldier turned

illegal arms dealer.

He uses military grade

weapons, united the gangs,

and tookover the

city's drug trade.

Rules with an iron fist.

I spent my entire career

trying to take down Tremaine.

But he never leaves Brick Mansions

and there's checkpoints everywhere.

- You know the routes around.

- Yeah, but then what?

We have no intel inside.

No eyes.

We have your eyes.

Lino Dupree, French

Carribean expat.

Spent most of his adult

live in Brick Mansions.

Knows it like the

back of his hands.

So the best idea you can come up

with is to send me into this sh*t

with a convict as my partner?

Yeah.

And you got 10 hours, Detective.

What's he locked up for anyway?

Killed a cop.

Dupree, let's go.

Get in the van!

Get in!

I'll be back.

- Thanks.

- Yeah, have a good day.

Hey, hey, wait! I need this van!

Are you kidding me? Who

do you think you are man?

You trying to hijack me?

It's my van!

I don't think so.

This is my van.

Really?

It's my van, but if you want a

lift hurry up, the bus is leaving.

Recalculating itinerary.

- Where are we headed?

- Brick Mansions.

There's no way you can drive

this van past the barricades.

Three minutes ago we were handcuffed

in the back of this thing.

Why is a guy like you

going to Brick Mansions?

I'm after Tremaine Alexander.

He killed a friend of mine.

Same a**hole kidnapped

my girlfriend.

Ex girlfriend.

Sound like we got

something in common.

- How do you plan to get inside?

- There's an old smuggling route.

Take a right at 50 metres.

- Better buckle up.

- I prefer to be free.

Suit yourself.

We can't lose them at East port.

That's a checkpoint.

This GPS is broken!

Wrong direction. Please

make a U-turn now.

Sh*t!

Stop your vehicle now!

I repeat, stop your vehicle now!

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?

You need to trust me man.

Sh*t.

I can't see sh*t.

Sh*t.

Steerings gone.

Brakes are gone.

Work on it!

Sh*t. Old smuggling route, huh?

Yeah.

You got to get the

hell out of here man.

- Not we.

- What the hell are you doing?

- You're a cop.

- Are you crazy?

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