Half Past Dead 2 Page #4

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He was a master thief.

Real stupid, too.

Got himself caught up.

I've been waiting for that man for years.

What about you?

Who were you here to see?

My dad.

How long has he been in?

Two years and four more to go.

Let me try.

Oh, goodness, I hope Bernard didn't go

get himself in no more trouble.

-Would you look at that?

-They're dead.

-All units--!

-Hey, come on.

--cell block C.

Get the walkie, man. It might--

Goddamn it!

-Two guards are dead.

-Jesus.

Surveillance confirms

both were last seen...

...with the transfer from New Alcatraz

when the riot started.

All officers fall back

behind the perimeter.

Fall back behind the perimeter.

Meet at security checkpoints.

You're clearing all cellblocks?

I'm pulling my men out

until they've all got body armor...

...and something to fight back with.

All officers, pull back.

Convene in the armory for body armor

and riot gear for ERT response.

Yes?

-Sir.

-What?

There's an inmate on line 101.

-What?

-It's Alex Cortez.

Put him through.

Alex? Where are you?

What phone are you on?

You don't get to ask questions.

You get to take orders.

Or else more body bags

are coming out the front gate.

If I find out you're responsible

for anyone's death--

Shut up, fool.

I'm doing life without parole.

Don't threaten me again.

-What phone is he on?

-It's impossible to tell.

Here's what you're gonna do.

Call the governor.

Tell him to get in his helicopter...

...and fly his fat ass

out here immediately.

I don't think I have the authority

to make that happen.

If you can't, the hostages die.

You have hostages?

Yeah. Two beautiful young ladies.

Not the kind of people you people

don't give a damn about.

Make it happen, Wallace.

Don't forget the helicopter.

Check the visitor records.

Find out if anyone is unaccounted for.

-Get me the governor.

-Yes, sir, right away.

Call the warden.

Get us the f*** out of here.

We're in lockdown, governor.

The two cellblocks

have been manually overridden.

-How is that possible?

-We're not exactly sure, sir.

It seems some inmates have gained

access to one of the control panels.

What's their motive?

It's gang-related. They're at war, sir.

Total chaos.

Can you contain it?

We're trying, sir. Emergency Response

Teams have been deployed.

But there have been

some officer fatalities.

Damn it, Wallace. I mean, it's the last

thing we need in an election year.

-How many officers?

-Three that we know of for sure.

All right. Look, you need to end this

thing quickly, no matter what it takes.

All right?

But protect our people at all cost.

Has the press been notified?

No, sir. We've been able

to keep a lid on that.

All right. My office will handle

all the press from this end.

Just a minute. Charlie.

Hey, call the airport...

...make sure the helicopter's ready,

wheels up in 20 minutes.

We're going to Creighton.

I'm on my way.

Yes, sir.

-Here we go.

-Tell me why you got transferred here.

-Tell me.

-What, you don't know?

-Bullshit about a fight.

-It was more than a fight.

It's three of them and they thought

because I'm little...

...I couldn't whoop that ass,

but I got this thing I did:

-You can't fight worth a sh*t.

-Shut up.

Kick your ass.

-What?

-If my ankle didn't hurt.

Hey, quit lying to me.

Why'd you get transferred here?

I-- I wanted to be closer

to my fiance, Cherise.

-You're lying.

-No, I'm not.

Your eyes are moving...

-...and you're lying.

-My eyes always move.

Yeah, that's my point exactly.

Why'd you get transferred here?

Look, I can't swim.

Creighton has no water or sharks.

You're telling me you got transferred

here just so you could escape?

Goddamn right.

I'm a crazy motherf***er.

No sh*t.

There's the motherf***er

that killed Angel.

Hey, hey, hey. Wait, wait, wait!

-Come on.

-B*tch!

Any luck?

It's not working.

Just keep trying.

Been trying.

Look, we need another way.

God knows when that guy

is gonna come back.

This is creepy.

It's where people watch

the executions.

Yeah.

-I could never do it.

-Do what?

Just sit there and watch people die.

We gotta get this door open.

It's our only way out.

You tried to get out?

After what we just said to you?

Tie her up.

What the hell is wrong with you?

I said, tie her up.

It's too much like Alcatraz.

Eric, make sure each officer gets one.

Robert, back to the office

and monitor everything from there.

All right, everybody. Time to move.

All officers,

this is the warden speaking.

Take back control

one cellblock at a time.

There's some inmates

to be on the lookout for.

One William Burke.

One Bernard ''Twitch'' Washington.

Both suspects

in the murder of two guards.

Did he just say my name?

Twitch is the transfer

from New Alcatraz.

Both he and Burke

are likely armed.

No, no, we ain't, man.

Tell him we're not.

Try to take them alive.

-Shoot to kill if you have to.

-Give me that.

-Man, you ain't talking to him.

-Look, I've gotta clear my name, Burke.

We've got another situation

we gotta handle.

Another inmate, Alex Cortez,

has taken hostages inside.

We don't know exactly

how many...

...but we believe

there are two missing visitors.

-One Cherise--

-Hey, man, give me this thing.

Wallace.

-You there?

-Who's this?

This is Twitch, man.

Just what the hell

do you think you're doing?

Hey, man, why you got this APB

out on me, man? I ain't kill nobody.

No one's accused you of anything.

Yeah, you did. You got the APB

cracking on us, man.

Rioters everywhere, man.

That's not due process.

Okay, then turn yourself in

and let's clear this up.

-What? What is it?

-We're not meeting him.

-Twitch, are you there?

-Yeah, man.

Well, what do you say?

About going over this face to face?

I know how that one works.

We get there

and all your guard dogs are there.

You can forget that one, buddy.

My men won't harm you, I promise.

Man, you gonna call the APB off

or what, Wallace?

Just tell me where you are

and we'll work this--

You're not gonna meet with him.

Man, this is bullshit.

This prison's full of sh*t.

Twitch?

Twitch. Goddamn it, let's go.

Open it.

The second hostage is Ellie Burke,

daughter of inmate William Burke.

Keep your eyes right. Move it out.

Keep your eyes right. Move it.

Hey, perro. Look at this.

Handle it.

Hurry up, men. Hurry up.

Where's Burke?

I don't know.

-Are you sure?

-I don't give a damn about Burke.

-You, motherfu--

-Wow, easy, easy. Easy.

Is that right?

Where's your jefe?

I don't give a damn about him, either.

You see, because he f***ed me over

with his escape plan, man.

-Escape plan?

-That's right. He took hostages.

And, you know,

one of them is Burke's daughter.

That's right. Yeah. And he's going

to use them to get out of here.

Bet you didn't know that, huh?

Hey, perro, that's the police

with riot gear.

-Stop!

-This don't look good, man.

Show these motherfuckers

who run this place!

Tear gas.

Get out of here.

Keep going, man. What?

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