Riot Page #3

Not when you factor in the risks.

What's he going on about?

Is $11,000 worth a fractured skull?

Ruptured eardrum? Maybe a broken femur?

Cracked ribs? Collapsed lung?

Shards of your nose

stuffed up into your brain.

They're smarter than they look.

Whoo-hoo!

- (laughing)

- Oh, my God.

It's okay. I'm sor... I'm sorry.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

No. No.

- No! Geez.

- (laughing)

That must have been some visit, huh?

He just wasn't what I expected. He just...

(sighs)

Oh, what's wrong?

I've been going about this all wrong.

I don't think I've ever seen

you so passionate about a story.

This whole time, I have been trying to

connect Jack Stone with the corruption,

which is why I was getting nowhere.

All of this... this is about Balam.

His drug network, his

suppliers, his buyers.

It's all these names.

City officials, police officers.

And the list is long.

- What are you gonna do about it?

- Cross-check everything, make sure I understand it all

and make a call.

(chattering)

What?

Balam said I need to...

apologize.

I am waiting.

I'm...

- (alarm blares)

- Yeah!

GUARD:
Move away. Move away.

Let's go, princess.

- Will she be okay?

- Mind your own business.

(monitor beeping)

WOMAN:
BP: 126 over 78.

Pulse:
65.

Pupils are dilated and nonresponsive.

- WOMAN:
Another?

- MAN:
No. Let's let her sleep it off.

Just make sure the next

shift gets that file.

(door closes)

(door closes)

(water splashes)

(grunts)

(squeaking)

(closes)

(sighs)

Hey, Stone, your lady friend is back.

(door closes)

Jack, I read about your wife.

I'm so sorry.

So you've figured out I wasn't working

for the Russian mob like the paper said?

But I did find out who was.

Once I went to my partner,

told him what I found,

he went to the mob.

(woman screaming)

They ordered a hit on me, and

that's when Elizabeth was killed.

(groans)

- (gunshot)

- And I killed him.

(grunts)

What are you gonna do with

the information I sent you?

Jack, I know why you're here.

You're gonna get yourself

killed doing this.

What happens to me doesn't matter.

This is about those responsible.

(men chattering)

I'm totally allergic to onions,

and the waitress comes over, like,

"What, you don't like no onions in

your tacos? They're not for you?"

And I'm, like, "I just can't eat 'em.

I get sick." (continues, low)

(imitating Mexican accident) "No

onions. Onions are no good for you."

(men chattering)

Yeah? Is she happy? Is she happier?

Yeah, she seems happier.

I got a full-time job now.

(door closes)

Excuse me, Doctor.

(chuckles) That's very flattering,

William, but I'm just a nurse.

- Just a nurse?

- Mm-hmm.

Well, I hear the nurses do all the work

while the doctors are

all off golfing somewhere.

(chuckles)

Okay, charmer, spit it

out. What do you want?

Uh, well, I was hoping you could

answer an embarrassing

medical question for me.

Ohh.

(chattering)

How long have you been undercover?

You're still alive?

If I were a betting

man, you'd make me rich.

Which one is it? FBI? CIA?

FBI.

This place has been plagued with corruption

for years. We didn't know how deep it went.

Every time we get the

evidence we think we need,

it mysteriously disappears.

You know why I am here?

You gonna stand in my way?

(chattering)

I've been here for six months. I'm not gonna

get anywhere as long as Balam is around.

He's lining too many government

pockets to ever get a conviction.

Now, as soon as I knew you were coming in,

I knew I had the missing

piece to make a difference.

Here they come.

MAN:
Hey!

Oh, yeah!

There's more than just me here. Get

ready to move when the time comes.

GUARD:
Back it off!

Back it off! Back it off!

(mumbling)

By the time I'm done with this,

I'm gonna be fluent in Russian.

Mm.

(imitating Russia accent) How do you say...

"Jack, you're so sexy.

I need you. I want you."

- You need help.

- (laughs)

- I need boyfriend.

- Mm.

(normal voice) I mean, really, why

don't you hire a translator for all this?

The information's too sensitive.

If everything I've seen here is true,

a lot of people are going to prison.

(no audible dialogue)

When you transferred in here six

months ago, they told me two things.

One, that you were a nonviolent offender.

And two, that I should

give you trustee status.

I've never had a reason to

question those until today.

William, I have to say, I'm

very disappointed in you.

Three inmates say they

saw you pick up Losif

and throw him over that railing.

Now, I wanna know why

you'd do such a thing.

Romans 13:
4...

"If thou do which is evil, be afraid:

for he beareth not the sword in vain:

for he is a minister of God,

a revenger who will execute wrath

on him who doeth evil."

I'll be honest with you, William.

The Bible came with the office, okay?

Now, if you wanna put your faith in God

to save you, that's up to you, but...

but the truth is, behind these walls,

I'm the only savior you need.

And trust me, son, you need saving.

Losif was Balam's boy.

Now, if I try to put you back in

"A" block... hell, any block...

you'd be dead by the end of the week.

Oh.

Well, can you help me?

Well, it's not a question of can I.

It's more a question of will I.

I don't know. Will you?

Yes, for a price.

Well, I-I don't... I don't have any money.

You don't.

But I'm certain you got some

friends or relatives out there

that could scrounge up some

cash for you, save your hide,

that is if they think

your hide needs saving.

My brother's got money.

Well, there you go.

Now, is your brother's love

for you worth, say, $10,000?

I don't... I don't know.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you go back out and get

to work and think about it, okay?

When you're ready to give your

brother a call, you let me know.

But you better think quick. Huh?

'Cause you know how

communication works in this place.

Balam's probably already

found out what you did.

So if my brother pays you $10,000,

will you promise not to let me get killed?

My hand on the Bible.

I need to speak with Mr. Johnson, please.

- Do you have an appointment?

- No, but it is important.

It always is.

- MARK:
Is there a problem here?

- I need to speak with the DA.

Oh. More conspiracies.

Look, Miss Sinclair, if you

have a problem, call the FBI.

You're going down with the rest of them.

(speaking Russian)

(security door buzzes)

What the hell?

Not feeling well, princess?

ALL:
Ohh!

(gagging)

(security door buzzes)

Move! Move! Back!

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

Stay back!

Don't touch me! Get away from me!

WOMAN:
Watch out! Watch out!

- (grunts)

- What?

(grunts)

- You okay?

- Yeah.

All right, let's get these guys in.

Are you sure we can trust him?

As long as Balam has the power,

we can't get what we came for.

Jack's just a means to an end.

All right,

- you ready?

- Mm-hmm.

Okay, let's go.

(speaking Russian)

Is this true?

Is this you?

Dad?

(blows)

(spraying)

I've been lied to my whole entire

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