Riot Page #2

- George, can I get back with you a little bit later?

- You got it.

Thank you.

So, Miss Sinclair, what

is so terribly important

that I had to cut short my

conversation with the mayor?

That was the mayor?

- Didn't you recognize him?

- I voted for the other guy.

- Oh.

- I'm so sorry.

I made an appointment with you,

but your guard dog canceled it.

(chuckles) Well, that's Mark.

See, he hasn't been with me very long,

- and he tends to be a little overly protective.

- Yeah.

- Can we walk and talk?

- Yeah.

Okay. So, what's this all about?

Jack Stone and Balam Mogilevich.

Ah. Balam?

Well, he's been in jail for years.

The same prison that

Jack Stone was sent to.

And?

I don't think it was by coincidence.

Before killing his ex-partner,

Jack Stone was part of a three-man

crew that robbed the Orleans bank,

which many believe to be a

front for the Russian mob.

Well, that was never confirmed,

not that it's not true.

Accusations without proof...

I may have proof.

Lots of it.

What if Jack and Balam

are working together?

A city detective in bed

with the Russian mob?

(chuckles) I think it's a little more

complicated than that, Miss Sinclair.

Well, it makes sense if you think about it.

Why didn't Jack get the death penalty?

He killed a police officer.

But... It's not just Jack.

I have a whole list of names.

- Don't worry. Your name didn't come up.

- (chuckles)

Well, police corruption,

that poses a fundamental threat to

our security, our very way of life.

It impacts everything,

from how we protect our neighborhoods

and verdicts handed down in the courts.

If you have information, I think

you should come forward with it.

I plan to.

I just wanna make sure I understand

everything before I present the evidence.

Good. Good.

Well, let me know if there's

anything I can do to help.

Will do.

Here's my direct number.

You don't have to worry about Mark Crane.

(cell door opens)

Stone, you have a visitor.

Hello, Mr. Stone.

Miss Sinclair.

I've been looking forward to your visit.

How do you know who I am?

What are you gonna do with

the information I sent you?

That was you?

What do you want?

Use the information, Miss Sinclair.

(handset settles in cradle)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(fingers snap)

William. Come on.

You're like a walking roadblock.

Move! (chuckles)

- Mmm. Hey.

- Hi.

WOMAN:
Happy birthday.

Because you are my anchor,

and no matter how rough

the seas of life get,

I know that you will

always be there for me.

- I love you.

- STONE:
I love you.

(knocking)

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.

Are you... you Jack Stone?

Thanks for your help earlier.

What do you mean?

Never mind.

I'm William.

Pretty important around here.

When there's blood to be

cleaned up off the floors,

I'm the one they call.

You can imagine this

place keeps me pretty busy.

You know Balam?

Yes.

Yeah, everybody's afraid of him.

Semyon's his cousin.

You pushed his face into the...

I know who Semyon is.

But you're not afraid of Balam?

No.

You know where Balam's cell is?

Everybody knows where it

is, but nobody goes there,

not even the guards.

Well, the good ones anyway.

I like your bracelet.

Were you in the navy?

It was a gift from my wife.

She's gone now.

(sighs)

That's sad. I'm sorry.

Ha, ha! (yells)

(women clamoring)

(alarm blaring)

Get off me! Don't touch me!

Hold up. I'll take her from here.

You two are needed in "D" block.

Come on, honey.

Isn't solitary the other way?

Shut your face.

Cousin, why am I here? Everything is fine.

There are three reasons why

I choose to live in a prison.

Protection from my many enemies.

It provides a blind spot

to keep my many business dealings

off the government's radar.

And finally,

control.

Control means power.

It means order.

Control means respect.

I know all this!

Nothing happens in this prison

without my approval.

When someone takes it upon themselves

to operate on their own volition,

that shows me disrespect.

I do not tolerate disrespect,

even from my own cousin.

I would never disre... (muffled shouting)

Taking a percentage of inmates' goods

without my permission...

disrespectful.

Setting up drug deals, both

in and out of these walls,

behind my back?

Very disrespectful.

- (groans)

- (body thuds)

Trying to kill Jack

Stone and take credit...

that is very disrespectful.

(groans)

Such a shame.

Your face is the mixture

of beauty and tragedy.

- (muffled shouting)

- Like Vasily Perov painting.

Why would you risk damaging

something so priceless?

You must know Katherina

is under my employment.

That means she is also...

under my protection.

So when you are fighting Katherina,

you are also fighting me.

Do you wish to make me your enemy?

Because if you care so little...

for something so beautiful,

perhaps you do not deserve it.

I will take it and place it on my wall,

where it will not be abused by you.

(gasps, coughs)

(gasping)

You represent me in

all that you do, Cousin.

Your failure to kill Jack Stone

becomes my failure.

And in the eyes of the other inmates,

that shows weakness.

Weakness leads to dissonance,

which can quickly turn to revolt.

Please, Cousin, give me a second

chance. I won't let you down.

No.

Jack Stone's defiance cannot go unanswered.

I need you both to spread the word.

One hundred thousand dollars to the man

that brings me Jack Stone's head.

INMATE:
Kobe!

You're in trouble now.

Balam's gonna pay anyone

who'll kill you $100,000.

That goes for guards too.

What are you gonna do?

Most inmates won't make a move.

They don't want more

time on their sentence.

I'm not worried about it.

Most guards are good.

Just stay away from the bad ones.

How will I know who the bad ones are?

They'd be the ones

who'll let you get killed.

Everybody out!

Come on!

- INMATE:
Aw, man!

- Now!

INMATE #2:
That means you, Martinez.

GUARD:
Come on. You too. Hey. Over there.

Out. Move.

Who are you?

A friend.

Well, how did she get all that information?

Come on, she's got lists of

names, contacts, buyers, sellers.

Do not forget who you're speaking with.

Come on, man, she's got proof.

Paperwork, disks, thumb drives.

That's impossible.

I was told it was all burned.

- Look, I am not going down for this.

- Then it's simple.

The woman must die.

All right.

All right, I'll take care of her.

What about Stone?

He will be dead by the end of the day.

(car alarm chirps)

- (cell phone rings)

- (gasps)

- Allison.

- I'm at the airport.

I'll meet up with you

later tonight. All right?

(door closes)

(dryer buzzes)

(baton clatters on ground)

Really? Think about it logically.

- There are, what, eight of you?

- There's nine of us.

- Fine. Eight and a half.

- Hey.

I know a hundred grand

sounds like a lot of money,

but it's really not

when you think about it.

Once you divide it up amongst

yourselves, you're looking at, what?

About 11 grand each?

Eleven thousand sounds just fine to me.

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