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Rrrrrrrrrr

Big fun.

Charlie, unload the cash drawers.

What the

fuck?

Charlie, go check it out.

Don't you fucking move, man. Relax, man.

Look, I'll buy the damn thing, all right?

Johnny!

Son of a bitch! Shut up and go check it out! Screw that business, man!

Hey.

I said check it fucking out.

Now!

Man.

How the fuck I got a babysitter?

Johnny!

I'm going to kill Miss Jigsaw Teeth.

You want to play?

Okay, come here.

Joe, what the hell's going on? You're still on suspension.

Let me see you sweet-talk your way out of this one. Huh?

You gotta save for yourself this time.

You gotta clean up on aisle four.

I'm so sorry.

Give me some head, baby.

Woo!

All right, brother.

Come on, man.

Man.

Well, that's cute, baby.

Look at what I got here.

Try that, motherfucker.

I demand the death penalty. The court will come to order. The jury has

found the defendant guilty of murder in the first degree.

I hereby sentence you to 45 years in the state penitentiary without possibility

of parole.

this is the decade of shock we

welcome your every twisted thought

Yo, bite him.

Here we go.

Soup's on, my man.

What's up?

Aren't you hungry?

Come here.

Listen up, man.

You're gonna have to eat your grub if you wanna be a stud.

Yeah. That's easy for you to say.

Go away!

Why don't they ever listen?

Get your food.

What?

Johan.

FBI.

Officer Huff, Special Agent in Charge Frank Cunningham.

He's aware of your three-week suspension for insubordination.

James Cooper, Friends of Brotherhood in Mississippi.

They've been on a killing spree.

Three local religious figures were murdered there in the last month.

They convicted one Brotherhood biker of it, and the day after the sentencing,

the judge was found dead.

Yeah, I read about it.

We know they're responsible, we just can't prove it.

We also suspect them of working with the Mafia, trying to... branch out

nationwide into drugs, contract hits, prostitution, you name it.

Washington must have shut him down.

So then, uh, you're not investigating me.

You've logged more biker-related arrests than any other officer in Alabama.

So how would you go about nailing these guys?

The agent infiltrates the organization, turns a witness, sets up a sting, nabs

him in the act.

Uh, that's right, isn't it?

Uh, yeah.

I'd give him three days before they drag his ass down the interstate.

Don't you think that if they take the prospect in... Prospect?

Prospect.

A prospect's a new member on probation.

Oh, like a fraternity brother.

Yeah.

How do you feel about working in Mississippi under FBI jurisdiction?

We can arrange to have your suspension lifted.

We want you to go undercover inside the Brotherhood.

Agent Dockery would be your contact in the field.

Call me Lance.

No, Sal.

I think I'll sit on my three weeks.

Well, Huffy, three weeks suspension just became six months without pay.

On the other hand... That's blackmail.

Oh, no, no, no. The FBI doesn't believe blackmail.

Well, the choice is yours.

It's 6.02.

Time to rise and shine.

Glad you're aboard with us.

This can't be happening to me.

I got cafe au lait here. I've got croissant. I've got those beignet-type

things. I've even got a bran muffin, if that's what you need to get you started.

Are you a little bit cranky this morning, Joe?

I wasn't until you showed up.

Well, okay, fine. So let's, uh, hey, let's rap.

I mean, the sooner we get started, the, uh... The sooner we can stop the forces

of evil, yeah.

Well, I thought we maybe could, you know, set up some lines of communication

and talk about a general plan of action. You know, where you can reach me, phone

number, beeper, since I am your partner.

I don't work with a partner, lad.

Joe, do you have a dog?

Haven't you ever seen one of those before?

Uh, yeah, but not quite that well made.

Wake up, baby. You're gonna be late for work.

Okay.

Say hi to the schmuck.

Hiya.

Hiya.

I'm sure.

What are you doing here?

Well, I, uh, thought I'd help you out on your first night. You know, blending the

background incognito.

The collar up, it's no good, right? I knew that. I knew that.

Hey,

come on. Hold your goddamn... I want to run some grease through your hair.

No, no, I'm sorry. I draw the line at that. I get any germs on me, I'll be

eating the whole spectrum of antibiotics for a week.

What's the matter with you? I'm a little...

Phobic, okay? I mean, just a little bit hypochondriacal. I mean, it's a problem.

I'm dealing with it. I'm doing the best I can. Does Kenny never know you're out

here? No.

Then what are you doing here, Lance?

Facing my fears.

Well, follow me.

It's Club 1-6 owned by the Brotherhood.

Truckers get their rocks off by watching the girls dance.

Are you paying attention?

Yeah.

Girls sell speed back to the truckers. That's where your bank is.

Let me get two cold ones. May I have a glass, too, please?

There's your glass, Junior.

Casanova with a broad upstairs.

The one that looks like a roach?

Yeah, the one that looks like a roach.

That's Ice Hensley, Sergeant at Arms at the Bayou Chapter.

If I rattled his cage, that puts me one step closer on Man Chains Cooper.

I just don't know how to do it.

Does look kind of viral, doesn't he?

Okay, well, I'm going to make some noise. Sit tight.

Excuse me. Can I have another glass, please? This one is filthy. Thank you.

Hey, Ice!

Answer me a question.

How come your old lady's been eyeing my tail all night?

My, my, my. What do we got here?

Looks like we got us a grown-up version of Bam Bam.

Sure, I'm pretty bam-bam.

Look, I just asked a question.

No, no, no, you're a real pretty boy.

Ain't he a pretty boy?

You got a real pretty face, huh?

How'd you like me to fuck it up for you?

What do you want?

I just got out of the pen.

I thought I heard you boys were the heavy hitters in town, but I guess I was

wrong. Oh, you y'all bird motherfucker, huh? I did my time.

Pretty boy like you must have done some painful time.

You're gonna use that stick.

You won't dance with me.

Ice! Get down here!

Ice!

Let me go! Get out of here!

We want our money back and we want it right now.

Sold us some bad shit.

Hey, I heard the bitch say haul your ass.

You can do what I will. We didn't come here for no fight.

Just give us a grand and we're gone.

I got news for you, baby.

You already gone.

People around here call me Gut.

Good. Hey, the Brotherhood's having a rally this weekend. Why don't you come

down?

I look forward to it. All right.

it's like magic and the passion of a rocket

Mrs. Chains.

You want to get your ass out of my van?

Chill out, man.

I heard you and Gutt tasted some tar together.

Some knuckle sandwiches.

What club are you with, buddy?

No club. Independent.

You want to tell me why your old lady's going through my shit?

She's a cockroach.

She's my house mouse.

Go slice your wrist, Gutt.

Thanks, Chains.

Come on, man. Let's go party, all right? Yeah, let's do it. I ain't gonna tell

you again, man. Get out of my van.

You did good at the tit-for-tat, man.

You showed some attitude around here.

Yeah, whatever.

Come on. Get out of here.

Take my old lady and you have some fun, all right?

Talk business later.

If you're gonna talk brotherhood, you're gonna have to talk to me.

So I take it you don't want me in your van?

You're right, I don't.

Just relax, man.

All I'm gonna do is show you a real good time. No, you're not.

Why not?

Because I like your old man.

I never thought a pretty lady was something you just gave away.

I don't know, Gogo.

Old big boy riding out of nowhere, throwing his weight around.

Smells too sweet.

I don't trust him.

I smell business.

You know me, baby. I'm a worrywart.

It's you and me, Stomp.

We're gonna get in each other's heads, man.

You might not like what you find, Chance.

Member of the Brotherhood murders a minister in cold blood. Judge gives him

a lenient sentence.

He's blown to bits in return.

Well... The days of leniency are over, my friends.

Gentlemen, the Gulfport chapter of the Brotherhood sends its regards.

Got a little donation?

It's your late.

Tell me something. Why should we put up with the bullshit that the Army

wouldn't?

Fuck the Army, man. I mean, that shit's why I deserted, huh?

Take a look at that piece of shit.

I intend to appeal this sentencing as many times as it takes to get the death

sentence.

And as the governor of this great state, if you choose to elect me, I will make

the war on the underworld my first priority.

We're gonna 86 him. Cut him off.

We're gonna crack the whip. He's as good as dead.

I got a package for chains.

prospect or what?

What's up, James?

What's that?

It's a little present.

I think you're going to need this when we do business.

Hey, what is it? A litter bomb, man?

Open that.

Bulletproof vest, man.

This is a government issue, man.

They don't play games with mixed hands.

Half my stash is government-issued.

So is every pistol in this room.

Including that piece in your pants.

Joey boy, let's try this on.

Turn around.

Jump down, turn around.

Yes, it worked.

Oh, change, my man.

I said don't ever play games with me, change.

Your man.

Your man.

Iceweight.

This motherfucker deserves to die. He's mine.

You got balls to steal, Stone.

You want to prospect with the Brotherhood?

I say no way. This is either going to be the biggest pork chop I ever ate.

Or my bulldozer. This is fucking bullshit.

What do you say?

What's in it for me?

Colors, man.

Cut.

This may be a rag to the walking dead out there.

But this is my flag.

My cross.

My church.

And these colors don't run.

If they hit the ground, even in a fight, I will peel your skin off with a knife

dipped in shit.

I'm winning.

All right, Sam, game.

That was round one, citizen.

But our Pensacola chapter needs an ear.

What do you mean they need an ear?

Mudfish.

You'll recognize it.

Tattooed. Wearing an earring like this.

Name and address.

Shouldn't be hard to find, even for you.

What do you do?

Crossed our territory with a couple of keys of Bolivian flake.

You carry it?

You got a gun?

What for?

Well, so he'll hold still man

Gets great moves.

You should be one of those solid gold dancers.

Thomas, like that, I'd take a bow. Oh, yeah? Yeah.

You know what?

Don't fuck with me, okay? Oh, no, really, seriously, take a bow.

Excuse me.

Press going up.

a flabby ass? I ain't never tattooed no corpse's ear before.

I remember my grandfather used to take a chicken, cut its head off, put it on the

ground, watch it run around.

I'll see you again, I'll introduce you to my grandfather.

Don't come back.

Goes around, goes around.

You fucking bitch.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Here's your ear.

How did it go, man?

Let's just say I saved the guy a fortune in Q-tips.

These are for you, my lovely.

Smell that.

They're not exactly to die for.

The day's not over yet, man.

Tool and Nancy got some collecting to do downtown.

Oversee it.

That's my gig.

It's his now. Now.

You're not even a member.

You ready?

Do I have a choice?

There are no golden calves here, man.

Bloxy, please.

Hi, baby.

Oh, what can I do for you today?

Listen, I'm sending you a picture of a guy named John Stone. I want you to run

an NCIC on him.

I did it yesterday, Sharon, all right?

All right.

I'll get back to you.

All right.

Thanks so much. Don't start no shit. Come on, Tool.

Don't fuck with me. Tool?

See you later.

What was that behind my back?

McMove, I can see it now. Huh?

What was that? Nothing.

What, you got family here or something? You wouldn't understand. Why should I

explain it to you? What? What? What?

Oh, you want me to give you some money? Well, you know what? They work real

hard. Here, take it. Thank you, Tool. Get out of here. Thanks. Get out of

here.

Goddamn bike is collecting in my territory.

There's that little son of a bitch Stupid

lady tried to hold

back a couple of when the brothers would either

Leave this fucking guy!

You just cooked up the wrong passenger, buddy!

Come on, Tamichi! What are you waiting for?

Freeze! I'm not going to tell you biker pricks again. This is my territory.

Tell Chains to keep his castles out of my sandbox.

Get in the car.

Would you like to tell me who the hell that was?

His name's Dimitri. He got the money, and Chains is gonna kill me.

How much was there?

Four hundred.

Here.

Take it.

I can't take this from you. Just don't forget where it came from.

Excuse me. Can I help you, gentlemen? Excuse me. There'll be no visitors in

this hall.

Can I help you?

Hey, fuck off. What are you looking at?

I got one for you.

I got you some pineapple pizza, man. I'll be drinking

it right, man.

Thanks, guys.

All right, man. Let me see. What is this?

Giant Q-tip?

That looks good, man.

You see what's love?

Let's see. I'ma just let you. Hey, you left the tool.

I left the love!

Kill me, man, please.

Please change.

Hey, man, we need you. Don't talk like that, man.

Tool. I'ma give you my... Hey, take that fucking harmonica down to the parking

lot, man.

Sit by the bikes.

Now, God, you know what I got for you?

This one's going to take care of you, right, Marie?

Right, Marie?

You're going to marry him, right?

You're going to take good care of him.

I'm going to marry myself, all right?

Shit.

Executing one member of the Brotherhood is just a drop in the bucket.

These bikers work with the Mafia in dealing drugs.

We must hunt them down.

checkpoints must be set up throughout the state and that is why only a couple

of hours ago i counseled the outgoing governor of this state to call in the

national guard if

i was there this wouldn't happen bro

but i promise you right now i'm gonna take care of dimitri all right

Is that what I think it is?

P2P.

See, now you're talking, Stone.

I know a driver itching to unload 12 tons of it.

I need protection in a buyer.

Just remember, it's my deal.

I got a buyer.

Who? The Wops.

Not D'Amici.

No, not D'Amici.

He's out of business.

His head is all fucked up.

Oh, you knuckle-draggin' wops should keep Demetri under wraps.

A gift?

Yeah, a gift.

It's very nice.

But I don't ride.

That's good. Very funny.

Open it.

Listen, get some P2P here.

This is impossible to get.

In about a week, there's gonna be a truck coming through here with three

dozen 50-gallon drums on it.

That's enough crank to wind up half the Gulf Coast.

Hey, I would sniff that shit if I was you.

50,000 a drum.

Another gift.

I intend to appeal to sentencing as many times as it takes to get the death

sentence.

This,

this, this, this.

Open it, poker.

You gonna fuck with my serenity, Ice?

I think we should talk.

I know why you're here, man. That fear is gonna rot your heart out.

My fear?

So far, bro, I'm the only one that's been doing any of the killing.

You wanna know what my fears are, brother?

My fear is that this boy Stone has got you wrapped around his little finger.

That's my fear.

We got a lot at stake.

I'm afraid I'm gonna wake up tomorrow, he's gonna be in on everything, you

know. Gonna be in on the whip.

I don't trust the man.

Hey, if I want to, I'll milk him to a gourd, man. I'll chop his arms and legs

off and I'll weld him into a steel tank and drop him in the bayou.

So fuck you, man. The whip's mine.

Covert. D-Day.

Real covert.

what I'm saying, brother.

I don't like what I'm hearing, man.

I'll say it.

That's what you think. That toilet seat has not been cleaned since VJ Day.

I think George Washington took a dump in there.

Probably got scabies, eczema, psoriasis. I never actually sat down here. I just

kind of hovered the whole time, but... Are you through?

Yeah, I'm through.

What's up?

Cunningham. He wants to move. He figures between the ear job and the weekly

collections, we got enough for racketeering and conspiracy.

It's weak, Lance.

What do you got?

How about the brotherhood and the mob in one shot?

Look, I'm gonna need three dozen drums, a P2P, transportation, and an agent

who's got balls enough to pull it off.

Oh, yeah?

Fries come with that shake?

How about a witness to close the case?

Who's your witness?

Chain's old lady.

I need a few days to nail her down.

But I'll get her.

Mandatory registration inspection statewide by order of District Attorney

Whippard. We'll need to see all your papers.

Hey, boys, they want to see our papers.

I got papers. How about these?

Look,

it'll just take a minute. Please let us do our job.

I got a job for you.

But it's a much more righteous job.

It's better to be first in hell than second in heaven.

Got him, baby.

Flames.

Oh, shit.

Deliver this fucking whip. Tell him it's a campaign contribution.

You killed him. That's some shit. You killed him!

What kind of a maniac are you?

Shut her up!

I need a new bitch.

Hey, you know me, brother. I'll be there with you to the bitter end.

Why don't you take one of my old ladies?

Hey, brothers.

Something here ain't right.

This ain't the brotherhood that I joined. Shut up. Shut the fuck up!

We ride together.

We live together.

Even die for one another.

Killing somebody in cold blood, man. That ain't right.

Change. I think you're way out of line, man.

You do.

He's got to go, brother.

Okay, gutless gut.

I suggest you get on your bike.

Get on your bike.

Start it up.

what I said.

Thanks.

I'm looking for you.

Where have you been all day?

What's the matter?

Chains killed.

Chains killed who?

For a minute, it was a practical joke.

And the next minute, there's two guardsmen dead.

And you saw this happen?

I should have split this scene before it got weird.

Before D-Day, before Chains flipped. Wait a minute. What do you mean, D-Day?

What's going on here?

That's what Chains needs all his money for.

That's why he pushed his luck with the mob.

That's why he went for your deal.

Do you know anything about it?

No, I don't. And I don't want to know.

Why are you so interested, anyway? Because, Nancy, I want to know what I'm

getting myself involved with here.

I'm an outsider, remember?

Tell you what, I'm getting out of here.

Right now.

I gotta get out of here.

Before you go, remember your brand?

GFBD.

God forgives, Brotherhood doesn't.

Come here.

You can't leave this place.

Because if you do, you'll become the hunted.

Who cares, Stone?

Let him kill me. Let him try.

I'm gonna take my chances.

Nancy, listen to me.

I came to the Brotherhood for one reason.

To get what I want and get out.

But that's not to say that I can't take you with me.

You would do that?

Take me with you?

If you play by my rules.

I got you one.

Pretty terrible.

Some of the worst beatings you can imagine.

He wasn't my real father.

He was just a dick. So I split that scene.

And I hitchhiked around from here to there.

Partied a lot.

Made a little money when I had to.

Got into a lot of trouble.

Got into a lot of trouble.

And then I ran into the Brotherhood.

They were really cool.

They took me in. They made me feel like I belonged.

You know, like a family.

No please, no thank you, none of that pull-up-your-ass shit that I grew up

with.

But, anyways, it's completely changed now.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Look, I gotta make a phone call. Stay tight.

So what's the problem?

I think you're off the hook, Joe. What are you talking about, Lance?

I found two National Guardsmen murdered last night.

Cunningham thinks he made a mistake by putting you under so soon. A mistake?

Yeah, he wants to reevaluate.

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

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

Well, maybe you should.

You tell Cunningham I'm staying.

No. I can't. Joe, you're an Alabama cop, and suddenly you are out of your

jurisdiction. I'm seeing it through.

I got no choice.

Joe!

Hey, Joe!

I'll see you back at the car plant.

No, he isn't.

Nancy, right?

Yeah. 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. John 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.

That was some disappearing act.

I had business.

Business? John Stone business?

Or Joe Huff business?

What are you talking about?

A sister called from the highway patrol.

She said the names are cross-referenced.

So what? 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. Look right at me.

Tell me you're not a cop.

You're not a cop.

Satisfied?

ice except that he used to run his mouth a lot. We all know that.

But we cut him slack because he took care of business, which is why we loved

him as a brother.

You try to out-party him, he'd leave you in the ozone.

If you tried to out-ride him, you'd crash and burn.

You tried to fight with him, he'd cut your balls off and give them to you on a

plate.

He was cold.

So let's send this brick to Valhalla.

What the hell is he?

What's up, Cunningham?

Look, I'm getting a shitload of heat on this house.

You better know what you're doing.

Sir, Joe's come this far.

I've got a good feeling about the stink.

Can we talk about that?

Look, Change and I'll make the buy from Martinez down at the old 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. That's where the mob is gonna be. Then

we'll get both the mob and the Brotherhood in the act.

Don't fuck this up.

You're late.

Yeah.

Late. Any problem?

No.

Can I talk to you for a second?

You know, Stone, I've been thinking.

I've been getting 50 Gs.

Turning over a million.

That ain't even 10%.

Let's take a walk.

Chains?

We had a deal, man.

I gotta get at least 10%. We had a non-negotiable deal.

Yeah, well, Stone... Everything...

He's negotiable.

Everything.

I got my negotiator right here.

I'll check with my boss.

I guess we decided not to negotiate.

Hey, what happened?

Follow them.

Greek mudfish. You're right, that's what.

I died good tonight. Yeah, but you ruined the shirt.

Eddie Holm.

You just said hello to my witness.

You're fucking using me! You're a fucking cop!

Look, when this deal goes down, everyone burns.

Old ladies included.

Enough, 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 fucking whip. Hey, what's the matter? Don't you trust me?

It doesn't matter where.

This is how I do business, man.

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.

Deal went down at a different location.

Oh, that's terrific.

So we got a million dollars of P2P out on the street?

As if that wasn't enough.

Overheard one of the brothers said they're gonna crack the whip.

As in Whipperton?

Yeah. We just dropped a dime on your boy.

Better call Cunningham.

Shit. I gotta stop that truck.

You can't go back there. 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.

Joe.

for our...

Here you go.

$200,000 for the weapons, $50,000 for the chopper.

Be back here at 2200 sharp.

We're both in deep shit. Rest easy, man. You're just like old times.

You know I can fly this baby faster than anyone on base. Huh?

Stone, where you been, man?

Been a long day or what?

What's going on?

Hey, man, listen up a little bit.

Come on, Change 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 bitch.

A bitch.

Long time no see, huh?

Huh?

I told you.

Don't fuck with me.

Huh?

What do you do?

You remember?

What goes around, comes around.

God forgives the brotherhood, doesn't he?

So what?

Are you asking for my undying devotion now?

No.

Joe Huff.

I want to break your heart.

You fuck!

Oh, man.

You know, they say that the devil was a rebel angel.

So they kicked him out of heaven.

If you want to fuck with the living, you got to learn to fuck with the dead.

The whip dies tomorrow, man.

My angel.

The state capital courthouse is the setting for today's controversial

resentencing 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 plan as candidate

governor, has pressed hard for the death penalty.

Whipperton has spearheaded the prosecution's appeal, saying that the

original sentence of 45 years without possibility of parole... Leroy.

What about me, man?

You're gonna be famous, Stone.

We're gonna blow your ass.

You're going to make a perfect little diversion for D-Day.

Right

up

there.

Right here. Should we follow them? Yes, step over here.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Thanks, sir.

Go ahead, sir. Thank you.

Say, Father, how are you?

First. Oh, I'm sorry, Father. Go right ahead.

Morning.

Father?

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 Brent Webberton.

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 people 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!

Fuck it all!

I haven't 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.

The bug!

Get the bug out of here!

I'm sorry!

Sorry sir, gotta inspect your load.

This court sentences the defendant to die by lethal injection.

like this that i think of my father's last words which were don't son that gun

is loaded gunshots outside the records

The whip is cracked.

Come on.

Six-pack, the whole hall of hostages are yours.

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

Hey, Walt, we're out of here. Pick us

up. Shut up.

Guess who, buddy?

Angels don't die.

Everybody bail. You're on your own.

Shut up!

Don't send any more guys!

What did I fucking tell you?

I fucking tore my own liver and spit it out to you motherfuckers!

What the hell's wrong with you people?

Anyone comes near the building, everybody here is going to take the

hell!

You just lost one of Mississippi's finest!

We're not fucking around!

Now pull your people back!

I'm not telling you again!

Look at my slaughter.

Son of a bitch!

Imagine the future change.

Let's have it.

It's all over.

Hey, partner.

It's time to turn it on.

You never get enough of those high wheels.

Just another road to freedom, and you know that it ain't no crime.

Can't you hear it, baby, like thunder and awe? It's like the magic and the

passion of rock and roll. It's a heart of...

That's why you love me.

Dangerous.

That's why you love me.

That's why you love dangerous.

That's why you love dangerous.

That's why you love dangerous.