Half Past Dead Page #3

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my life wasn't worth living.

The jury decided. I presided.

Its okay.

You're a long way from Pennsylvania

Avenue. Why'd you make the trip?

Because of that ruling

I made 17 years ago.

You want my forgiveness.

Thats why you came, isn't it?

It was my job to sentence you.

Now that your death warrants come

down, its my job to see it through.

Well, thats very honourable of you.

Goodbye, Lester.

Lets go, Petrosevitch.

What the hell?

Any last words?

Thanks for the suit.

- Whats that?

- What the hell?

Nice suit.

- Show us what you got.

- Get your ass up there.

- Come on, man.

- Come on. Come on.

- Oh, dude.

- Damn.

Your turn, Little Joe.

My big black ass up that rope?

Goddamn, Joe.

What about you, you little b*tch?

Give it a try, lets go!

- Up!

- No. Not me.

Thats not what I'm gonna do.

But you, you know,

you should climb on up there.

I'm gonna go over here myself...

...and watch you fall

and bust your ass...

...you little b*tch.

What are you doing, man?

Let it go!

Whats your 20? Over.

According to radar, I'm over you.

But I'm in a total whiteout.

Take your eyes off of the radar

and look for the lighthouse.

No!

Whats going on up there?

I think we just lost our ride.

Oh, man. You all see this?

Please Identify yourself.

- Kestner, Damon J.

- Access denied.

You gotta say it louder.

Kestner, Damon J.

Voice and handprint

recognition confirmed.

Let me handle this guy.

Make sure he's dead.

Let it be. Its blood money.

Got yourself born again

since you came to prison?

I found God, yes.

There is no God.

I told you no last week.

If you're going to kill me, do it.

I'm dead already.

Are you going to take me

to the gold? Yes or no?

Yes or no?

I can't kill you, Lester.

I need you.

But there's a lot of innocent

people here I just don't need.

I'm what shrinks call sociopathic.

Know what that means?

It means I can kill everybody

in this room and not feel bad about it.

But you...

...you had to find God

to get over your guilt.

But God is dead.

And so is everybody in this room

if you don't take me where I wanna go.

What you got?

Coast Guard reports a

helicopter went down.

- Any word from Alcatraz?

- Phones are down.

Convenient.

- A cell house was compromised.

- Which one?

E-Block. Its temporary while

they retrofit the main house.

- Is he in there?

- Cell A-5.

- Who?

- We got a man in deep cover.

- As a prisoner?

- Yeah.

What kind of man signs up for that?

Hey, mama. You got

that blue stuff working, huh?

I think its time for plan B.

- How bad?

- Total loss.

All right, get back here.

Sexy little thing, you.

Let me see that gun, mama.

- Lets get ready for the FBI.

- Right.

We got something.

- What is it?

- Cellular transmission.

- Start the trace. Put them on speaker.

- You're live.

This is Special Agent Williams, FBI.

Lets not be so formal,

Special Agent Williams.

- I like first names.

- All right. My name's Ellen.

- Lets talk hostages.

- I've got 10.

- How many women?

- Three.

- Show good faith. Let the women go.

- Relax, Ellen.

Everything in time.

Tell me what you're doing.

You a bad boy who didn't get

enough love from his mother?

Maybe trying to prove a point?

Teach Uncle Sam a lesson?

Oh, no. I love America.

- Then whats your cause?

- Me.

- And who are you?

- Who I am is not important.

But who I have...

...and what you're gonna

give me for her is.

Easy, now. I'm just

looking for my men.

They're all dead.

Get her, and throw her down here.

Who are you?

Eleven-thirty-seven.

Eleven-thirty-seven?

Bust her, Sasch!

Little Joe!

Yo, Nick.

- You got this little freak handled?

- I got her.

Yo, we got your back, dog.

Whats the matter, baby girl,

you don't like me?

I thought you liked me.

Come on, you little freak.

Nice shooting, Ma.

You just shot up a room full of cans.

Why don't we put the guns down...

...and do this like men?

You first.

- I'm telling you.

- You all right?

I'm all right, man...

...but we got issues.

You listen carefully. Here's what you'll

give us In exchange for the hostages.

A helicopter ride off this rock

and a fuelled jet waiting...

...to take us

to an undisclosed location.

I can't approve those

demands without authorization.

- Then get authorized.

- I need time.

You're boring me

with these stall tactics.

Put your playbook down, and give

the attorney general a wakeup call.

- What if he doesn't meet your demands?

- I start target practice.

And don't try that Waco, Texas

Special-Op stuff, either...

...or I'll light this justice up.

- Light her up?

Let me give you the visual.

As we speak, Miss McPherson's

strapped to the electric chair.

All I have to do is flip a switch

and, well, she's dead.

Dead by the tool of her trade.

Now send me my helicopter

before I start filling body bags.

Put Special Ops on a "Will notify."

Find out who the phone's registered to.

Computer's printing it out now.

- Nothing's ever easy, huh?

- Not today.

Hang on to this.

- Come on, dog.

- Do it, dog.

You ain't gonna make it.

Yo, you bust a cap

in that freaky b*tch, or what?

Or what.

- We lost 3, 4 and 5.

- How?

Prisoner 1137.

Who's 1137?

A major pain in your ass.

You think you're funny now?

Sascha, is that you?

How does one of the FBI's

finest marksmen...

...shoot an undercover agent?

- I don't have time for this.

Some nut says he's gonna waste

a supreme court justice.

Give me the 411.

These guys are 10, 15 strong,

minus the three I took out.

- Do they have McPherson?

- I don't know.

But I'll tell you one thing,

they're very heavily armed.

Hey.

- Whats going on?

- Welcome to the party.

- Glad you could make it.

- What are you doing, Donny?

Put your weapons down!

About time you boys grew some hair

on your chest. Now what?

Put your weapons down.

Don't stop now. You started out

with such authority...

...such conviction. Keep it going.

- Here's how its gonna go.

You're gonna unstrap Miss McPherson

and we're gonna walk her out of here.

What do you think, Miss Jane?

Do it now!

You gave it a try, boys.

I can respect that.

But I don't take orders.

Happy you wore that body armour?

What am I doing here?

Well, let me see.

I'm gonna dig up $200 million

worth of U.S. Gold brick...

...take an early retirement south

of the border. Work on my tan.

- You want in?

- I'm not dirty.

- Well, I am.

- Why? You were treated good.

won't get me a piece of the rock.

I want the American dream, Frank.

And I'm gonna get it.

Donald Robert Johnson, age 33.

Served in Kuwait and Bosnia,

three tours.

Purple Heart. He was shot four times.

Suffers from Gulf War Syndrome.

Honorary discharge.

Last 18 months, working at the Federal

Bureau of Prisons. Can you help?

- I can try.

- Without compromising...

...the life of Jane McPherson?

- I'll use a soft hammer.

- You don't own one.

- Besides me, what are your options?

- Special Ops.

- They'll see them coming.

- I could meet their demands.

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