The Making of 'The Condemned' Page #4

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Where've you been, Jack?

You gotta tell me

what's going on, Jack.

- Just listen to me.

- You gotta tell me now.

I want you back here with me.

That's all I want.

Tell me you're coming home.

Do you understand me?

I need you.

I need you back here with me.

Breck, we got a breach of the gate.

He's in the tower.

- What's goin' on?

- It's Conrad. He's here.

Oh, great. That's nice.

Right here with us.

Shut the tower down.

Kill the generator.

- I gotta go.

- No, wait.

I spoke to an FBI agent.

Where are you?

Tell me something.

They've got nothing.

- Jack?

- I'm here. Hang on.

All right.

Write this down.

Latitude 7.549282.

Longitude is...

Jack? Jack!

Stay back.

I'm coming.

No! God.

There he is!

F***! Move it!

- He's out! He's out!

- Go! Go!

Hi. May I speak

to Agent Brad Wilkins?

- I'm sorry. He's in a meeting.

- It's urgent.

All right. Riley's contacted

Sarah Cavanaugh with a coordinate.

The island's somewhere

on the seventh parallel.

I got it right here.

Please tell me that

we're gonna do something.

Jack Riley did a year

in a Salvadorean prison.

Interrogation.

Torture.

He never gave up a word.

All to protect you...

his country.

What a woman like you do

to end up here?

Plenty.

You know we're gonna die.

I fight till the end.

This is the end.

Wake up and have a cup.

Are you okay?

Threw me from the chopper.

I landed wrong.

How's that feel?

Awful. Just awful.

Stop, please. Stop.

- You want me to stop?

- Oh, yeah, stop.

Hello.

I think they're gonna get it on.

You say the last time

you trusted a woman...

you ended up on death row.

What happened?

Well, get this.

I'm bein' transferred to Folsom.

A stroke of luck.

In transit, I bust out,

make my way to Mexico.

I'm off to Malaysia.

And I got nothin'.

I set up my own hash spot.

I started seein' this native girl.

Beautiful...

sweet, sexy.

I'm in heaven.

I'm rich, I'm free, in love.

She get nailed on some

bullshit possession charge.

She tell the cops everything.

Man, when they come, I got

You know what that means

in Malaysia?

Death row again.

It's just gonna take some time

before I let my guards down.

You know what I'm sayin'?

You feel me, baby?

Hey, baby, where you at?

B*tch got me again!

Motherf***er!

Not again! Not again! Not...

Very clever.

Smokin'.

- What the hell just happened?

- Another one bites the dust.

The black American dude, gone.

Get this off and get on

something else now.

Okay? Change it.

Oh, nice.

Mexican's down.

For the count.

Jesus Christ.

Sun ain't even up and the Mexican's

having another bad day.

McStarley's back.

This is gonna be gnarly.

Okay, cover the mess.

You're deadI

Good times.

Twenty-eight million I D's

are logged on...

- Hit him again!

- watchin' beaner boy get his ass beat.

He's not even trying.

He's my boss...

and yet he's my best friend.

A genius.

The man could sell dirt

to a ditchdigger.

We've both been sold.

I know.

Goldy, we have to stop this.

Let me get hold ofhim.

Hold on.

This is not reality.

You manipulated this.

You sent them there so they could

do this to an injured man...

who's already

watched his wife get...

Don't tell me you won't intervene,

because you already have.

Twenty-eight million people

watching something I created.

And not a single network

gets a piece of it.

It's too much for me, Breck.

I mean, I knew

what this was originally.

But it is not okay now.

It's too much.

We have now crossed a line that is beyond

the line that I thought we were gonna cross.

All right. All right. Some of it's

a little difficult to watch, okay?

But it's essential.

To create drama you need

good guys, bad guys and victims.

All right?

That's storytelling.

No. This is not a teleplay

that you are writing.

This is real. It's too f***in' real,

and I can't hold down food.

Real?

Nothing's real.

CNN, ABC, MTV...

all manufactured and manipulated

just like this.

To entertain.

Goldy, do you think this guy had more dignity

awaiting the electric chair in Guatemala City?

Yeah. I do.

You ungrateful son of b*tch.

I made you very rich.

You do not come in here and team up

against me with her. You understand?

You both knew what you were getting into.

Both of you.

I'm done debating this.

You make a choice right now.

Either you're with me

or against me...

but I want your answer.

Right now.

Right now.

What'll it be?

I'm gonna finish the show.

- You can't do the show.

- I don't wanna hear it.

- You know this as well as I do!

- I don't wanna hear it!

- I'm goin' back to the monitors.

- Goldman! Goldy!

Any idea how ridiculous you've

sounded in the last 24 hours?

What, are you trying to save

some goddamn whore?

I was trying to save you.

Nice.

- Hey!

- Hey, Yank!

- Where you been all night?

- He's had enough!

Enough?

You think this little

Mexican geezer's had enough?

Sh*t! We ain't even started.

Hit him again.

Beauty!

What do you think?

I might hit him from here, Yank.

Hold still, f***er!

You're out!

You like that, Yank?

Yo, Yank.

I got you down as military...

like myself.

Special Forces, SAS.

Me and you, we got a lot in common.

We got nothin' in common,

you and me.

That disappoints me.

That makes you soft.

But not me.

I'm the real deal.

This... I'm gonna do for you.

Burn, baby, burn!

Game on.

- What is that place?

- I don't know.

Conrad.

Get up!

Come on!

Go around!

Sh*t.

- You gotta be kiddin' me.

- Try me.

Bull's-eye!

Come on, Yank!

Show yourself!

Get me inside that bunker.

Show yourself! I'll put this

right through your f***in' heart.

Son of a b*tch.

Get up.

Get up. Come on.

Come on, Yank!

Oh, God.

That's great.

Torched the cameras.

Both my cameras are torched.

I got nothin' left inside.

Run, baby. Go. Go.

Yeah!

Give me your hand.

What are you doing?

Hey, kid.

Holy sh*t! It's Jack!

Yeah! Yeah!

All right!

Let's go, sweetheart.

Let's go.

Just you and me.

Let's dance, a**hole.

Not today.

He won't, man.

He won't jump.

F*** it.

- Okay, so where are they?

- I'm looking.

- Come on.

- I'm looking.

Where are they? Find 'em.

For God's sake. What, you don't

have a camera down there?

Do I look like Jacques Cousteau?

I don't do underwater caves.

- Hence, dead spots.

- Eddie, what do you have?

I got nothin'.

For Christ's sakes.

Found him.

He's in the canyon.

I've got angles, lots of angles.

Get the live unit down there.

Where's my boy McStarley?

Yes. Happy days.

Now for the big finish.

You helped this maniac

the entire time...

manipulated the whole thing.

He puts on a good show.

I threw him a bone.

Hey, Yank!

You lookin' for me,

you piece of sh*t?

You dance, Yank?

Let's see you dance now!

- Come on, you f***er!

- Cocksucker.

Show yourself!

I'll blow your f***in' balls off!

F*** you.

- Sh*t.

- You want some more, you f***er?

Come on!

Let's finish this man to man!

Hey!

Show your bald head,

you motherf***er!

Show's over, Yank!

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