Locked Down Page #4

You should be my trainer, lrv.

I don't think so.

Come on, man. If I got to

get back in the cage,

I'm going to need

all the help I can get.

Well, I was an innovator

back in the day,

and you new martial arts cats,

you need to get

back to karate, jiu-jitsu,

maybe even some aikido.

What I'm trying to say is

you really need

to get back to your roots,

then use the best

of each discipline.

You see? That's exactly

what I'm talking about.

You're training me already, lrv.

You've got another fight

coming up, cop.

This one won't be a walk in the park.

Great.

Warden says you can

train in the yard--

solo-- 4 hours a day.

He wants the fights

to be competitive.

Not solo.

Not without my trainer.

That's right.

He needs his trainer.

You're a trainer?

Sh*t.

I'm one of the original

Kung Fu brothers

from back in the '70s--

Gi, Afro-- the whole 9.

Can't you just see it?

All right, Blackie Chan.

Don't disappoint me.

Right, Danny?

F***ing a**hole.

The fundamental principle

of self-defense

is the ability to strike your opponent

in a vulnerable spot

as soon as you sense

an opening.

Think old-school kime--

You want to strike him

where it hurts the most.

Focus and power.

You're mine, motherf***er!

You're not my type, sweetheart.

Axl.

Save it for the fight.

There is a concept called mushin,

translated from

the Japanese, Nomind.

Relaxation is a fundamental

element of fighting.

A relaxed mind,

a relaxed body.

And your body

needs to be relaxed

to achieve optimum speed,

power, and movement.

Breathe. Relax.

Hello.

Gwen?

Yes.

Hey, beautiful.

I'm just returning your call.

Long time no hear.

What's happening?

I need to call in that favor, Ron.

What kind of favor?

Access to bank accounts.

Go to a judge.

I can't. This has to be

quick and under the radar.

It's going to take time

for a court order.

Ronnie, who do you think

you're talking to,

one of your new

bubble-headed paralegals?

You're the District Attorney.

You're a very powerful man.

Don't make me say please.

I need to see those bank accounts

by end of day tomorrow.

For me, Ron.

My office, 4:
30, tomorrow.

You know,

you're a quick study, kid.

You've come a long way

with your training.

I'm betting my life on it.

Thanks for the lessons, lrv.

Don't thank me, Danny.

I had my reasons.

That's what you said about

this laundry room job, too.

What's up with that?

I knew there would be trouble

if you were around.

I needed the focus to be on you.

I don't get it.

About 10 years ago,

I discovered a soft spot

in the wall down there.

I've been chipping away

at it ever since.

But it's difficult to get at.

I could only scratch at it

during my shift

when I got a chance.

Eventually, I had to

disguise it, cover it up.

When are you going to

make a break for it?

Just waiting for the right moment.

Like a distraction.

Well, a good fight has always

worked for you in the past.

That's what I was thinking.

Hey, whatever happened

to your gym?

I signed it over to my daughter

before I got collared,

just in case.

Smart move.

Yeah, but from what I hear,

the gym is just collecting

cobwebs now.

At least it's still in the family.

Oh, yeah.

You got a daughter.

What's her name?

Elissia.

She's almost

as old as you are now.

Last time I saw her,

she was in junior high.

Now she has a daughter.

Hell, I have a granddaughter.

I'm thinking I'll pay them a visit.

You have enough money

to get there?

Me and some boys

robbed a couple banks

before I got popped.

Yeah.

I'm one of the few

guilty guys in here.

You got your cash

somewhere secure, I trust.

It's in a bag somewhere

just waiting for me

to tap into it.

Well, good luck to you,

my friend.

Stand to attention, convict.

Have you got a problem, officer?

I pay you guards good

to leave you alone.

Get out of those clothes.

I thought our date was tomorrow.

I am the one giving the orders here.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, sh*t head.

You're on.

Have a good fight, kid.

Thanks, lrving.

Just you, cop.

I don't fight without my trainer.

Kirkman, stop fronting, man.

You know Vargas don't

want no damaged goods, right?

You're lucky you're about

to get your ass kicked.

Let's go, Moldilocks.

It was good.

Yeah.

On the cop?

Yeah. 200.

Show time, baby.

Show time, baby.

Ouch.

F***.

Bolan.

Where's your so-called trainer?

Probably taking a piss.

Old man's got a weak bladder.

Gentlemen.

I use that term loosely.

Welcome to the cage.

Fight!

F***.

Keep an eye

on the perimeter fence.

The f***ing mop-head slipped

out of the cage area.

F*** you!

Well? Kill him.

F*** you, Vargas.

Why don't you come down here

and fight me yourself?

Let me out of here!

Now!

Let him out.

Finish him.

F***ing slit!

Irv.

Stand down.

I got the bastard.

Do not fire!

He works for me,

and so do you!

Irv!

No!

F***!

Escaping prisoner shot.

Presumed dead.

Will confirm.

Kirkman over.

No!

If I didn't make it out alive

and somehow you do,

pay a visit to my old gym.

Then make sure my daughter

and her little girl

are taken care of.

You owe me for saving

your crazy white ass.

Irving.

My man.

These are damning

accusations, Ms. Bauer.

Where did you get this?

I can't tell you that,

but it's enough

to overturn Danny Bolan's conviction.

You want me to believe

that the witnesses,

some of my own men,

were paid off by some

mobster in Blackwater

to frame Bolan?

The ledgers are very clear

as to who received money.

Witnesses, jurors,

a sitting Federal judge.

That's ridiculous!

It explains how Danny

ended up in Blackwater.

Leave these here with me.

I'll look into it further.

We don't have much time.

Listen, I know you're a good cop,

or you would have never

had me look into these claims.

Danny is a good cop, too.

Don't work too hard, Danny.

You got the fight

of your life tonight.

You're dead, motherf***er.

Come on, save it.

Plenty of time for that.

Did you find out about Anton Vargas?

You were right.

He paid for those testimonies,

and he bribed the judge.

I'm glad you know that, Gwen.

I didn't want you

to think I'm a criminal.

What's wrong?

I'm fighting a killer tonight--

one of Vargas' men.

I'm probably not gonna

live through this.

Don't do it. Look,

I can get you out of there.

I have no choice.

I just wanted to say goodbye, Gwen.

Wait, Danny, don't hang up. W--

London here.

I just spoke to Danny.

Vargas is going to try

and kill him tonight.

What?

The prisoners, they fight

to the death in the basement.

Look, you've got to believe me.

I do believe you.

I've gone over those accounts.

Okay, but we've got to do something.

I'm going to head over to Blackwater,

see if I can get the warden

to stop the fight.

What if he's in on it?

I don't know.

Look, I've got to try.

I'll assemble an extraction team.

We'll meet you there.

Gwen, wait for me. Don't--

Gwen. Gwen--

Max, you're killing me.

Don't insult me now.

Come on.

Okay. See you at the fight.

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