The Raid 2: Berandal

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It's a question of ambition really.

Let me rephrase that.

It's a matter of limitation.

And the importance of knowing yours.

Your boss, Tama.

He had a reputation, yes.

But he also knew where he stood,

understood how high he should climb.

That's why Bangun

let him be the man he was.

Don't mind them.

I'm a reasonable man.

Like you, I have ambitions.

But you see, in this world of ours,

it's really more of a

"one step at a time" kind of thing.

And you should have been

some f***ing steps away

from a meeting like this.

Bangun will--

Bangun is an old man!

He's on his way out.

I gave you a chance.

You chose him.

So...

I guess this brings us back

full circle, ambition...

and limitation.

Bejo. Bejo!

Please don't do this.

I already told you.

- Don't worry.

- No, no!

Don't, Bejo, wait!

You called?

Rama.

I know who you are.

My brother says

you're someone I can trust.

He's right.

They got you pretty bad.

Yes, sir, they did.

Take him through,

get him treated.

Be careful.

No, wait! Stop!

What the f***?! No!

What the f*** was that?!

It's okay. Just calm down.

Take a seat. Sit.

Take his jacket, gloves

and any official threads he has.

Dump him far away from here.

He'll float to shore by dawn.

Yes, sir.

Trust me.

He would've never survived

until morning.

This is the only way we can be sure

he won't say a word about you.

About us.

Us?

I run a unit that weeds out

crooked cops like him.

And I could do with someone like

you to help me dig out some more.

We're a small division.

But we're small for a reason.

Trust.

I have evidence.

We could've made a case.

I could've testified.

No, you have hearsay,

and a box of tapes.

I've been down that road before.

All it does is cough up

a few more names to take the heat.

All foot soldiers just like him.

No, if we're going

to clean up this city,

we have to aim higher.

All of them.

Whether or not you like what happened

here today, they will come for you.

They'll do anything to

remove you from the equation.

If we don't act fast,

you'll be gone.

Your family too.

But it doesn't have to

be that way.

Let's say we keep this internal.

If you keep your mouth shut

until everything is taken care of,

I can protect you.

For you,

today never happened.

You were never here.

In their eyes you're still a rookie

for f***'s sake.

They won't even blink an eye

at one name missing from the report.

Is this all of them?

All 18.

No survivors.

What do you think?

Reza.

I'll keep looking.

I'll take care of it personally.

You have to.

What do you want?

I want you on my team.

You'll be re-trained

until you have better skills.

For the good

of this city. What do you say?

No. Not interested.

Come again?

Sir,

with all due respect,

I brought him in to do time.

So he could be brought to justice.

And we put a bullet in him

to protect your life!

There's no such thing as a clean

war in this world. Open your eyes!

My eyes are wide open, sir!

We may be after the same thing,

but I'm not going to follow

the same path as you to get there.

Who killed him?

My brother.

His name is Bejo.

He's been on the up

for some time now.

I know the name.

Rama,

your brother had big enemies.

But they're nothing compared

to what's coming for you.

I can provide safety

for your wife and child.

We can keep them out of reach.

But I need you.

Right now,

this city is carved up

between our local kingpin,

Bangun,

and the Goto family from Japan.

Tama's job is to bribe everyone.

And the police are being bribed

at his office so no one knows.

If we get you close enough

to Bangun,

then sure as f*** we can weed out

the rest of those crooked bastards.

Rama,

for this to end,

I need those names.

I need evidence that Reza

is connected to Bangun.

So, what's the next step?

Uco, Bangun's only child.

He's serving time in prison.

It's the perfect opportunity.

Get in, get close.

Meaning?

I have to arrest you.

It will only be a few months.

You can't know where I am.

And I can't be seen

anywhere near you or Angga.

But if I don't do this,

I can't protect us this time.

Please understand.

This is the only choice

I have left.

He's out of the hospital now, right?

I heard he was discharged.

Shut your f***ing mouth!

You nod here.

Yes or no.

Do you understand me?

So, what did he do?

What did he do?

Enough.

I need more than that.

He's the a**hole son

of an a**hole politician.

Can't you just put me in,

lock me up?

Why does this kid have to bleed?

His daddy is the reason

Uco is in prison.

If we're talking earning credibility,

doing this puts you

immediately on his radar.

At the very least, it gives

you two something to talk about.

If you really want me

to beat him up,

I mean really beat him up,

I need a better reason.

He's also a major benefactor...

for Bejo.

Rama, listen,

do enough to get inside,

but not enough

to keep you there for good.

Where is he?

I believe Benny and his boys

introduced themselves yesterday?

Which one is Benny?

Him.

Now while I'm in here, Benny and

his associates are with me.

Oh, yeah? And who are you?

You'll figure that out at some point.

And when you do, maybe you'll show

me a little more f***ing respect.

But for now, I'll be tolerant.

So, what does that mean?

Want me to apologize?

This.

This is my "just in case."

There's never enough walls

to cover your back.

Even you.

Especially after

your little "display."

I'm someone who can

put walls up.

I can cover your back

in any square inch of this place.

You may not know who I am now.

But when you do, you'll

realize how real my offer is.

Join with us

and own this wing with me.

We could use someone like you

fighting on our side.

I'm flattered but--

Just so you know,

I hate rejections.

With all due respect,

I don't really like spending my time

acting tough in toilets.

Excuse me.

Listen.

In here you'd be wise

to pick a side.

Loners don't tend to last long.

Clearly.

The warden tells me

you've got quite a group here.

I got who I could.

I'm working to get some of our

guys inside to cover your back.

But until I do,

you got to keep a low profile.

- You can't trust any of these f***ers.

- Low profile?

I'm my father's son.

That alone makes me a target here.

All I can do is use that

to protect myself.

Your job is to protect me here.

It would make my job a lot easier

if you'd cool things down here.

When was the last time

you did time, Eka?

Keeping quiet is not an option.

Unless I want to wake up every

morning with a broom up my ass.

Rather than lecturing me,

find out about that guy.

Why's he here?

Him?

He wheel-chaired your favorite

politician's kid in Fuazan's club.

Not bad.

His name's Yuda.

He's from the sticks.

He's a nobody.

Well, that "nobody"

took out 15 of my guys.

So he can fight,

so what?

He's clean,

no connections on the outside.

Who the f*** are you?

I'm the guy gifting you

five years of my graft

just so you can say you belong.

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