Mean Guns Page #2

Oh, sh*t.

Best backstabber...

Step up, claim your prize.

Gold, bronze, silver...

To the losers...

Who gives a f***?

We are gonna find out

who the coldest 3 motherfuckers

in this building are.

Better believe that sh*t.

What's the prize?

Obviously, loyalty means nothing

to anybody in this room.

The prize

is $10 million cash.

Split 3 ways.

That comes up to

$3.3 million dollars each

for the coldest motherfuckers

in this building.

But every good game has to have

good, tough losers, too.

So, who are the losers?

So, what's the rules?

Just like life...

Survival of the fittest.

To win, you eliminate

the competition.

All competition!

Except 3.

This whole prison has been

vacated and cordoned off.

That's the ballpark.

Elevators and gates

are cut off and locked.

Everything else is open.

Deep inside the ballpark

is a briefcase filled

to the top with cash.

That's the prize.

Now, once everybody

gets spread out,

why don't you killers

give a guy a call?

Let me know what's going on,

who got took out.

That way I'll know

when my game's over.

The number's

on the back of your card

right in front of you.

There's phones

all over this joint.

If any one of you

gets a bright idea

and tries to leave

this ballpark,

you'll be disqualified

permanently.

It's the deadliest game.

The true test of your skills,

whether real or imagined.

No more bragging,

you f***ing rats.

Motherfuckers

got to show and prove now.

Let the deadliest survive.

Questions?

What the hell

you talking about, man?

Questions?

Yeah. Is there a predetermined

length for this game?

Good question.

After 6 hours, you all die.

After all, they dedicating

this place tomorrow.

Question?

Yeah. What if we

don't want to play?

Then don't!

Any other questions?

Yes.

Where can I get this cd?

You like prado?

Yes. Makes you

want to dance.

Are there

any other questions?

Good.

All of you are more or less

professionals in here,

so I expect you to act

with some form of dignity.

We're not civilians,

so I know

you understand the world.

Life is not f***in' perfect.

What's going on?

Shut up!

I'll see you later.

Get out of me

it's going!

It's going!

It's gone!

Get her!

Go! Go!

Come on, punk.

Let's see if I'm really

as bad as I say I am.

D...

Well, that's just

too damn bad, Ricky.

No! No! No!

No! Aah!

Bobby?

Bobby?!

Bobby?!

Whoo!

I'm enjoying this!

Come on, man.

Hey, there

goes the b*tch.

Hey, man! Hey, man!

Come on, curly.

That the best you can do?

Oh, fell down!

Let me get the rules

straight.

We kill everybody else

before they kill us,

and we get $10 million dollars?

That's it 10 millions

10 millions simple enough.

Yep.

But it's only...

The last 3 alive

who get the money.

Last three, what if it's only 2?

He wasn't

that specific.

He wasn't

that specific?

Yeah, he wasn't

that specific, he didn't say.

He didn't say.

No.

Hey, Joey,

you up there?

What?

Joey?

Joey!

Aah!

I don't think

this is so damn funny.

Oslo.

You think you scare me?

I would have thrown

that knife by now.

Even when you were good,

you were sh*t.

Yeah, but I would have

thrown that knife already.

I mean,

why take the chance?

First, I want an answer.

No answers.

Nothing. Zero. Nada.

No way outta here.

No way you can

get off the hook.

Then you're no use to me.

I told you.

Don't hold the knife.

Throw the f***ing knife.

Like the old days.

Like the old days.

You be good.

You be bad.

He be uglified.

Get her!

Damn! Don't shoot!

Put the gun down.

She's with me d.

Marcus...

There's room

for all of us.

Come on, lady,

if you wanna live.

Ok, room for 3.

But you better know how

to take care of business

when the time comes,

number-cruncher.

This ain't

the junior league.

I know how

to cover my ass.

You better learn

how to cover mine.

You stinking b*tch.

How do we know

we can trust her?

'Cause I say so.

I got shot.

But you got out.

We're not out yet,

and there's a lot

of problems

in here with us.

Why'd they all

just go along with it?

Because when you drop

a pile of guns and bats

into a room of killers

and tell them to go,

they're gonna go.

I'm not

part of this.

Look, lady,

reality is a cold,

hard thing

when it comes up

and bites you

in the ass.

You're telling me.

So what's the plan,

big man?

Check the perimeter

and see how secure it is.

You'll need this.

No!

No! Please!

No!

No! Don't!

No! Wait!

Where's your father,

little b*tch?

Lou!

Now we're having fun,

sweetie.

You ok?

Get down, Lucy.

We're really having fun now.

Oh, man.

Take somebody out.

That's right.

Come on. Yeah.

Yeah.

Ok.

Ok.

Ok.

Ok. I got one.

I got one.

It's Lenny.

Whose idea was this

anyway?

What does yours say?

It's not your concern.

What about you,

sweetie?

Been skimming the cream

off the top?

Let's see.

What's that...

A camera?

What the hell

were you doing,

taking pictures

of big man's wife?

Don't get comfortable.

He's getting ready to run,

isn't he?

Maybe I could

get over there,

and I could throw my jacket

over the fence.

Snipers.

So running is out.

He can't.

He is Vincent moon.

He can do what he likes.

Hello, Marcus.

We all do as we like.

I truly hate this man.

I know what

you're thinking.

And you're right.

4 is too many.

Should I make it 3?

Three, three, three?

No. 4 is good, Lou.

Would you like to hear

what it sounds like

to have a bullet

rattle around

inside that thick skull

of yours, d?

Room for 3 at the end

of the game, Lou.

You heard the rules.

Rattle, rattle.

4's good, Lou.

4 is good.

I'll put you down.

You put her down,

and we're down to 2.

I'll give you 5

to put down the gun,

or I'll spray you

all over her.

One.

Countdown to destiny.

You know I would.

I like you, d.

Don't get me wrong.

I just knew

this would be the best way

to get my point across.

You know, me...

Everything's fine.

4 is good.

Please, Marcus.

Marcus.

I want you to know

if I miss, I'm sorry.

4 is good.

4 is good.

Just like my good friend

d is saying here.

Because there can only be

3 in the crow's nest.

But 4's got a better chance

than 3, Marc-o.

But 4 is too many.

That's not a problem,

because

at least one of us

is sure to buy it

along the way.

So we start with 4...

One as ballast

through the game

and if we're the only 4

left at the end,

then...

We'll burn that bridge

when we come to it.

But 4 is better than 3.

And much, much better

than 2.

Sorry.

We're agreed then.

Logic prevails.

Come on.

We're settled,

partner.

Put it up.

Bang!

You're a crazy man.

I knew you'd hold up, d.

You always do.

Don't push me, Lou.

Don't push me.

You always back up.

Why not push?

I'm killing everybody.

I'm killing moon.

I'm killing moon's mama.

I'm killing

any little moons.

I don't care who...

No warning next time,

eh?

Right.

Let's go call in, huh?

Forgot about that.

Moon...

The a**hole.

Yeah, the boss gave us

those cards...

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