Half Past Dead 2 Page #5

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-Let's move it, dog. Let's move.

-F*** you.

I don't like the way this sh*t sounds.

It don't sound like they're handling

this too good, man.

Cortez ain't gonna surrender, man.

-We gotta get to him first.

-Look, I've been here before.

Nobody wins.

What are you talking about?

The Rock.

New Alcatraz.

Man, I did five years, man.

One night, man,

it was just raining like f***, man.

F***ing helicopter crashed

into the roof, man.

No!

People started coming out, man,

shooting people with all kinds of guns.

lnmates died, guards died, you know.

A lot of sh*t was going on, man.

Come on, I lost a lot of people

in there, man.

People that I cared about.

No!

No! No!

God.

Why the hell would guys

break into prison?

Man, none of that matters to me.

Just listen to me.

A lot of sh*t happened, okay?

-I ain't trying to go through sh*t again.

-Look, man, this time's different.

Follow me.

How we gonna--? Damn....

Look, I could teach you some sh*t.

Man, I should just--

-Hey, no.

-Big bad Burke.

Yeah, you couldn't do it like a man.

You had to do it like a little b*tch.

-It's not what you think.

-You know what I'm thinking?

Yeah, I didn't kill Angel.

Oh, so you still can't admit that sh*t?

I'd respect you more

if you could admit that sh*t.

So we gonna do this like men.

Old-school style.

Do what you gotta do.

Now, see, that was just the appetizer.

Now it's time for the main course.

We're gonna cut your ass up,

make you into some Chinese food...

...and serve you to the skinheads.

Look at me. Yeah.

Old-school style.

Take this motherf***er

to the cafeteria.

Yeah.

Get that fryer going. Get it going.

Yeah, yeah. This will do.

This is what we're gonna do.

What it look like?

Looks like you gonna

cook something.

Cortez killed Angel, not me.

-Oh, f***, man.

-Let him go.

-Easy, easy, cool. Let him go.

-I'll whoop your ass.

Easy.

Come on, JT, listen to me.

Listen to me.

I ain't gonna say nothing to nobody,

you already know that.

What about the rest

of these motherfuckers, sh*t?

Is everybody else gonna be quiet

about the whole thing?

-What the hell is you saying, Twitch?

-I'm just saying...

...we gonna kill this motherf***er,

right?

I mean, what, is everybody else

gonna be quiet about the whole thing?

-Damn right.

-And take it to their grave?

I mean, f*** it, cook him.

If anybody gonna speak

a word about this, it's you.

Snitch.

Now get the f*** out the way.

Fellas, we gonna have

''sum dumb f***'' on the menu.

-Sh*t. Quit pushing.

-It's too bad, Burke.

You won't get a chance

to save your daughter.

Oh, you didn't know, did you?

This motherf***er didn't know

Cortez had his daughter as hostage.

It's a first-class ticket

out of motherfucking paradise.

Yeah, and after Cortez,

I got next, motherf***er.

Come here, come on, Burke.

Burke, Burke, Burke, come on.

We gotta go. We gotta go.

-I don't like the sound of this.

-I'm going after Cortez.

-You going after him?

-He's got my daughter.

You wanna escape? Go ahead.

You tripping.

Hey, Burke. Hold on, man.

Wallace, is the governor on his way?

What do you want with him?

This is the governor. I'm on my way.

ETA 30 minutes.

I want the whole prison locked down

by the time I get there.

Now, we've got another situation

we've gotta handle.

Two guards are confirmed dead.

We have suspects.

Our men are tracking them now.

I want those guys caught.

Dead or alive.

Doesn't matter to me.

Make sure you keep the situation

under control.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Wait, wait. Hold on, Burke.

-Hold on. Damn.

-Sh*t.

-Come on, give me a hand.

-Wait, wait, wait. Let me try this.

Pull.

-Just....

-Over here, hermano.

Come on.

-Come on.

-I can't.

-Wait. I got an idea, I got an idea.

-What?

Well, you know...

...I used to steal cars.

I could hot-wire this b*tch.

Man, hurry up, will you?

So tell me your charge.

-I'll tell you mine.

-I don't really care.

Breaking and entering, huh?

-What, you hit the White House?

-Man, hurry up!

I'm not doing sh*t.

What you in here for?

-I'm in here for nothing.

-Man, that's what they all say, man.

Okay, a friend of mine knocked off

an armored car.

I should have known about it,

but I didn't.

Cops found him at my house

with a bag full of cash.

-Bag full of cash?

-Yeah.

He implicated me, knocked

a couple of years off his sentence.

I got five years.

I lost my wife.

She took my little girl away from me.

She's the only thing I ever loved.

Everybody else....

Everybody else has sh*t on me.

I got burnt before too, Burke.

I'd never burn you, homey.

Yeah, we'll see.

-Get that motherf***er. Come on.

-Oh, sh*t.

Come on, Burke.

F*** you, Burke. You're a dead man.

-Yo, dog, this way.

-All right, all right.

Ready?

-Let's go, let's go.

-Let's go. Move it out.

Total lockdown.

Let's put this all back together, now.

Get ready for anything.

Half the cellblocks are under control.

It's a matter of time for the rest.

Still no Cortez. This is a prison.

How many places can he hide?

How does he think he's gonna get out?

-Glad you could make it, sir.

-What's the status?

Afraid things have gotten worse.

Inmate Alex Cortez has captured

two civilian hostages.

-Both females.

-Christ.

Wallace, how could this happen?

Governor, the riot began

just after visitation...

...and one of the hostages

was in the conjugal room.

All right, let's get in there.

I wanna talk to this Cortez.

Burke locked us up.

He's a dead man.

Hey, you do this thing,

you're gonna get out of here. Soon.

Got it?

This place is falling apart, man.

-Oh, sh*t.

-Burke, I've been looking for you.

Check it out, man.

Where's Cortez?

You just follow me. I know

where that motherf***er Cortez is, bro.

-Come on.

-I don't like this.

This runs below the cellblock.

-It ends at the machine shop.

-That's where Cortez is?

That's right, the motherf***er.

He knew about this sh*t all along.

Just around here.

Sh*t.

-Where are you leading us, man?

-I told you, Cortez. Relax, man.

Why are you telling us this?

I was supposed to break out with this

motherfucking b*tch. He betrayed me.

And I want some

motherfucking payback.

l could use your help.

Listen, I don't give a sh*t

about payback.

I just wanna find my daughter.

Man, I don't like this.

I don't like this. How come

nobody else know about this?

A cop will sell any information

for a price.

Hey!

Rivera! F***.

What the f***? I knew we

couldn't trust this f***ing guy.

You know what? You tell the warden

when this is all over, he'll pay.

When I get my hands on Cortez,

I'm gonna snap his f***ing neck.

Gotta be another way.

Oh, sh*t.

I didn't do nothing.

-Let's go, come on.

-Twitch.

Better come.

Look, I want some answers

and I want them now.

And this time, I want the truth.

-About what?

-Why your ass got transferred here.

I already told you why.

All right, f*** it, man.

I ain't gonna find it anyway.

-Find what?

-The gold.

Let me get this straight.

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