Stone Cold Page #4

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- A mistake? - Yeah.

He wants to re-evaluate.

- I can't back out now. You know that.

- Sorry, Joe. I don't give the orders.

Maybe you should.

You tell Cunningham I'm staying.

No, I can't. Joe, you're an Alabama cop.

Suddenly, you're out of your jurisdiction.

- I'm seeing it through. I got no choice.

- Joe.

Hey, Joe!

I'll see you back at the compound!

Let's dance!

Come on, cop!

Yeah!

F***!

Hi, there.

Come on, Joe!

F*** you, cop.

- Is Chains there?

- No, he isn't.

Nancy, right? This is Sharon in Biloxi.

He asked me to check out a

prospect named John Stone.

A friend here let me access the mainframe.

There's something funny.

Stone's driver's license is cross-indexed

with a guy in Mobile named Joe Huff.

Joe Huff. Got it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it.

F***.

Have a good time.

- What's wrong?

- That was some disappearing act.

- I had business.

- Business?

John Stone business?

Or Joe Huff business?

What are you talking about?

A sister from the Highway Patrol. She

said the names are cross-referenced.

So I got a few names.

Look, Stone. There's a

lot of things I can accept.

And there's even more I can ignore.

Look at me, right at me,

and tell me you're not a cop.

You're right, I'm a cop. Satisfied?

- Hold it down, brothers!

- Shut the f*** up.

I don't know what to say about Ice except

that he used to run his mouth a lot.

- We all know that.

- Yeah!

But we cut him slack.

Because he took care of business.

Which is why we loved him as a brother.

If you tried to out-party him,

he'd leave you in the ozone.

If you tried to out-ride him,

you'd crash and burn.

If you tried to fight him,

he'd cut your balls off and

give them to you on a plate.

He was cold.

So let's send this prick to Valhalla.

So where the hell is he?

- What's up, Cunningham?

- I'm getting a sh*t load of heat on this.

You better know what you're doing.

Sir, Joe's come this far.

I've got a good feeling about the sting.

Can we talk about that?

Chains and I will make the buy from

Martinez, down at the fish factory.

- You know the place?

- Yeah. I know where it's at.

The buy goes down tomorrow night.

We get the truck from Martinez,

we move the drugs down to North Point

where the Mob is gonna be.

Then we'll get both the Mob

and the Brotherhood in the act.

Don't f*** this up.

You're late.

I'm late.

- Any problems?

- No.

Can I talk to you for a second?

You know, Stone,

I've been thinking.

I've been getting $50,000

for turning over $1 million.

Let's take a walk. Chains.

We had a deal.

We had a non-negotiable deal.

Yeah, well, Stone,

everything is negotiable.

Everything.

I got my negotiator right here.

I'll check with my boss.

I guess we decided not to negotiate.

What happened?

You follow them.

Greek, Mudfish, you ride escort.

Damn.

- I died good tonight.

- But you ruined the shirt.

Hold this.

- Hello.

- This is Checkpoint Two.

They just turned south off

Highway 10. What's the deal?

Huff? It's Lance. Is everything okay?

You're a cop.

You're a f***ing pig!

Good going, you just

said hello to my witness.

You're f***ing using me.

You're a f***ing cop!

Look, when this deal

goes down, everyone burns.

Old ladies included.

- F*** yourself.

- Nancy, listen.

If you cooperate, I can

guarantee you immunity.

Relocation.

But you're gonna have to trust me.

What's going on, Chains?

I thought this was my deal.

- Why the switch?

- Time to crack the f***ing Whip.

What's the matter? Don't you trust me?

It doesn't matter where.

This is how I do business.

Fine. We'll settle up later.

Get off my horse.

I'll get back to you.

Joe, what happened out there?

Chains pulled a switch on me.

The deal happened at another location.

Terrific. So we got $1 million

of P2P out on the street?

As if that wasn't enough,

I overheard one of the brothers

say they're gonna crack the Whip.

- As in Whipperton?

- Yeah.

- We just dropped a dime on your boy.

- You better call Cunningham.

Sh*t!

I got to stop that truck.

You can't go back. They must

be on to you by now, Joe.

If they were, I'd be dead by now.

Look, Lance, there's a time to turn it on.

- Pull it over.

- F*** you!

The trailer's loose.

Here you go. $200,000 for the weapons.

$50,000 for the chopper.

Be back at 2200 sharp,

or we're both in deep sh*t.

Rest easy. It'll be just like old times.

I can fly this baby faster

than anyone on the base.

Stone, where you been?

Been a long day or what?

What's going on?

Loosen up a little bit.

Come on, Chains wants to see you.

Hey, man.

We're having a little going-away party.

Glad you could make it.

- Who's leaving?

- You are.

Betrayal is a b*tch.

A b*tch.

Hola, amigo.

Long time no see.

Cmo ests, my friend?

I told you, don't f*** with me.

And what do you do?

You remember? What goes

around comes around.

God forgives, the Brotherhood doesn't.

So what?

Are you asking for my

undying devotion now?

No, Joe Huff.

I want to break your heart.

You f***!

You know they say that the

devil was a rebel angel.

So they kicked him out of heaven.

If you wanna f*** with the living,

you got to learn to f*** with the dead.

The Whip dies tomorrow.

I guess you're gonna be my angel.

The State Capitol

courthouse is the setting

for today's controversial re-sentencing

of convicted murderer Trouble Owens.

A sworn member of the biker

gang known as the Brotherhood,

Owens was found guilty of brutally

gunning down a Baptist minister.

Security is extremely tight

here at the courthouse.

National Guardsmen can

be seen posted everywhere.

District Attorney Whipperton,

following up on his anti-crime claims

as candidate for Governor has

pressed hard for the death penalty.

Whipperton has spear-headed

the Persecution's appeal...

One-Eye. Poker.

... saying that the original

sentence of 45 years...

Greek.

... without possibility of

parole is far too lenient.

Leroy.

What about me?

You're going to be famous, Stone.

We're going to blow your

ass all over the sky.

You're gonna make a perfect

little diversion for D-Day.

Form two lines, please. Two lines.

Step over here.

Step over here, ma'am.

Thank you. Next.

Go in, sir. Thank you.

Hi, Father. How are you?

Go inside, Father. Go right ahead.

- Morning.

- Father.

Mr. Martinez.

All rise.

The Supreme Court of the State

of Mississippi is now in session.

The Honorable Supreme Court

Justice Townsend presiding.

The prosecution's appeal will be

heard from District Attorney Whipperton

representing the people

of the State of Mississippi

versus the defendant, Trouble Owens.

This court is now in session.

This will show those

bastards who's in charge.

First the courthouse.

Next, the White House!

These pigs won't even

know what hit them!

The Brotherhood must

be sent a clear signal

that the State of Mississippi will

not tolerate this assault on society.

When this ticker hits 20,

we're going to strap it

on and boot your ass out.

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