Stone Cold Page #5

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Having reviewed the

record of the lower court,

which is overwhelming in its

evidence against the defendant,

my colleagues and I have

come to the conclusion

that a more severe

sentence is called for.

Time for your flying lesson, piglet.

Bombs away! Strap it on him.

Get the bomb out of here!

Sorry, sir. Got to inspect your load.

This court sentences the defendant

to die of lethal injection.

What was that?

This time it's for real, a**hole.

Take it down, A.W.O.L.

Hey, Whip!

Please.

You know, at a moment like this

I think of my father's last words.

Which were, "Don't, son.

That gun is loaded."

Gunshots, outside the Records Office.

- Take it down.

- You want down?

Sh*t. You got down.

Down! Everybody down!

Pull it up.

That's Joe! It's Joe!

Rock and roll.

We've got hostages

and we own every exit.

Make one move toward this

building and Mississippi burns!

The Whip is cracked. Come on.

Six Pack, the whole hall

of hostages is yours.

We're out of here. Let's go.

We're out of here. Pick us up.

- Mayday, Chains.

- Shut up.

Guess who, buddy? Angels don't die.

Everybody bail. You're on your own.

Get them up! F***! Nobody move.

Don't nobody move.

If you try to block our escape,

we'll kill them all!

No more bullshit!

Someone's coming!

Mudfish, what are you doing?

I'm telling you now, will you

just shut up, you little punk?

You're going too far. This ain't right.

Shut the f*** up! Shut up!

Don't send in any more guards!

What did I f***ing tell you?

I'll f***ing carve out her liver and

spit it at you, you motherfuckers!

What the hell's wrong with you people?

Anyone comes near the building,

everybody here is going straight to hell!

You just lost one of

Mississippi's finest.

We're not f***ing around!

Now pull your people back!

I'm not telling you again!

Die, pig.

Time to fly, ASAP.

It's getting a little bumpy up here.

Take the f***er out.

Die, motherf***er!

No!

Welcome to my slaughterhouse.

You son of a b*tch!

You're dead.

Imagine the future, Chains,

'cause you're not in it.

Let's have it.

It's all over, Huff.

Hey, partner.

It's time to turn it on.

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