Half Past Dead Page #5
Real good.
Now give up your guns,
or two things can happen.
You get killed, or you get caught.
He's right. They kept their word,
now lets keep ours. Let them go.
Comprende this!
Cease fire!
Y'all want some?
We going! Come on, man!
God!
Cover me!
We got a problem.
Acquiring target.
You mother...
- Problem solved.
- You're bad.
Yeah. Yeah!
- We gotta do something.
- Stay here or jump for that rope.
Either way, we die.
I guess we're going for the rope.
Get out of there!
Pretty good, 1137.
But not good enough.
Drop it!
I said, drop it!
Oh, hell, yeah!
Thats what you get, b*tch!
Lets see if you got the sack
to finish the job.
Don't do it.
- I got something...
- Put the gun down. Now.
McPherson's in the last cell
on the right.
Come on!
We all right.
Everything's good in the 'hood.
- Did we get them?
- Yeah, we got them.
- I'm gonna miss you, Sasch.
- Don't say that, man.
Its a nice night to die.
Just hang in there.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
Get me the hell out of here.
You just hang in there for me.
You hear?
Sascha.
Thats not McPherson.
They switched her with one
of the hostages. He still has her.
This Is FBI Air Unit
Charlie Bravo 4804...
...requesting you follow us
back to San Francisco.
We've got company.
- Sorry your girlfriend died.
- Casualties of war.
- You're not just a prisoner, are you?
- No, I'm not. Undercover FBI.
- You picked the wrong prison.
- Don't get cocky. I got what you want.
- I got what you need.
- Don't do it.
Turn that helicopter around
or she goes for a swim.
You wanna go for a swim?
I think she wants to go for a swim.
Say goodbye.
Almas nalgas, homeboy.
Someone here to see you.
- Talk.
- How you feeling?
Eight broken ribs...
...a broken leg, a broken arm.
How'd you think I was feeling?
Well, for the record,
I couldn't have done it without you.
Thats what I started out to do.
I usually like to finish what I start.
Did you find the gold?
- Did you get some for me?
- I got something better.
- Whats that?
- I spoke with McPherson.
- I had her look at your file.
- And?
She knocked your sentence back.
To what?
How fast can you get out
of those clothes?
- You better not be playing me.
- You know me. I ain't playing.
You serious?
Thats what I'm talking about!
Now, Nicholas, do we have issues,
or are we all right?
Hell, no, we ain't all right.
We all right.
- Whats up, girl?
- Hey, Twitch.
- "Hey"? You don't miss your boo?
- I miss you every day, Twitch.
Dang, girl. Act like it.
After all I've been through.
Please believe this. You gotta
believe it. It was cracking!
It was down in here. Bullets flying.
I'm ducking bullets.
Bad guys die.
I'm a good guy this time.
I'm a hero. I'm big.
I'm getting out soon.
Thats real! Me and the warden,
we like this.
Twitch, the warden don't know you.
Your name is Bernard.
- Don't talk about that.
- I'm stopping this Twitch mess.
You keep hopping the same stuff.
- I'm tired of these fake-ass diamonds.
- They look real to me.
Whats more real than Twitch?
- Whats more real than Twitch Dog?
I'm coming home.
Put your hand on the glass.
Put your hand on the glass.
- Close your eyes.
- You're aggressive behind glass.
Put your hand on the glass.
I want you to close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
I want you to feel me.
I'm coming home soon. I'll take you
anywhere you wanna go, okay?
- Anywhere?
- Anywhere.
- And I'm gonna buy you anything.
- Anything, Twitch?
I met a million-dollar man.
I'm hitting his house.
When you come home,
you be on the up and up.
- Why you wanna hit the man?
- What the hell is you looking at?
- Twitch!
- You in my zone!
Bernard, here. See, here.
You ain't never seen a lovely lady
before? You ill hustling.
Twitch! Keep it here.
Here! Keep it focused. Thats why
you're in here. You didn't listen.
I'm with you, baby. You know.
I'll be home, now. You wait for me.
You remember that time
we was by the beaches?
You remember what we used
to do back in the day?
Thats what I'm saying!
Wiggle it for me. Show me some.
What the hell you looking at?
Do the damn thing. Don't make
me go old school with you.
Do the damn thing.
Go ahead, girl.
Make them wiggle.
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