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Yes, sir.

So beautiful.

This is a one in a million score.

Can't believe we pulled this shit off.

Don't get no better than this.

This cash and this gold.

What's up, man?

You're making me nervous, keep looking at that thing.

We're not in the clear yet.

What do you mean?

We got company.

I thought you lost this nigga back in East Hollywood.

I thought so too.

This motherfucker can drive.

Drive or not, he don't got sweet Sally here.

Hey, hey, hey, what the fuck are you doing?

Cheating.

Don't hit any potholes.

SHIT!

Fuck, Tweed.

Fuck him.

Call of Duty.

Tweed, stop!

Shit!

Get the fuck in.

Tweed!

Oh, shit.

Tweed, talk to me.

Get this motherfucker.

Shit.

Motherfucker!

SHIT!

Fucking bitches. Motherfucker!

Ah!

Where you at?

Where you at, white boy?

You guys would have been good protein for my dog, homie.

Oh, yeah.

See your face.

Fuck you.

Fucked up.

You shot a fucking LAPD officer.

Go to hell!

This here is the cat.

I'm a and I'm playing hard ball.

He go zero to 200 with my dawg.

You can't see inside this with them windows all tinted.

Pay attention.

Pussy niggers listen when it's mob bidnezz.

We get...

Bitch.

I'm back in the demon town.

I to do with his laugh.

You must be out of your mind if you're thinking

I'm not going to.

You might be one of your..

What are you doing.

You better leave us alone.

Fuck, nigga, this is not what you want.

I got to calm down.

They're me up on my lawn now.

I fell in love with a firecracker

Bitch on the ball now.

I got away with the words.

I really play with the word.

Shut if you play with the word.

I do not hang with rappers.

You got a chain trying to be gang.

These niggers actors, they're nowhere

to be found when shit get trashy.

Play with the game, we put your name on the wall.

You better get us involved.

Bitch, I'll knock you off.

I'm a playing hard ball.

He go zero to 200 with my dawg.

You can't see inside this with them windows all tinted.

Pay attention.

Pussy niggers listen when it's mob bidnezz.

We get ..

Yeah,

I found him.

Say again?

I found your son.

Found Vincent.

Wait a minute.

You're serious?

It was a pain in the ass, but I found a.

He's been going by the name of Victor Stavros for a while now.

And where is he?

See, that's the complicated part.

Where's my son?

Valverde State Prison.

He's in prison?

He's fine.

He's doing a stint for robbery and a bunch of other shit.

They're trying to pin the death of an undercover cop named

Ramon Chavez on him, but it's not

sticking, seen as Chavez shot at Vincent and his driver.

Wait a minute, he shot my son?

I said he's fine didn t I?

Ok, wait.

This prison, where is it?

California.

Copy that.

Check's in the mail.

4A.

To the desk.

Personal belongings.

Glasses.

Sign in, first name, last name, time in.

See my colleague?

Face me.

Arms out to your side, feet spread apart.

Turn around.

You guys done?

We're done.

Thank you, Mr. Smith.

What are you, 6' 3"?

6' 5".

OK.

Hello, son.

Hi, Alex.

Back to using first names again, right?

How'd you find me?

It doesn't matter.

It was Kirk, wasn't it?

The fucking narc still diming people out to you

after all these years.

He's a good friend.

He's a fucking tool.

What do you want?

I don't need to want anything.

I'm your father.

Victor, huh?

At least that's what I said on my fake ID.

Funny thing is it was your mother's first choice.

Her great grandfather's name.

We ended up tossing a coin, and Vincent won.

Yeah.

I know that story.

Yeah.

Penny.

Yeah?

How are you holding up in here?

Bring my fucking..

I don't know.

I mean...

Kirk mentioned something about an undercover cop.

What about him?

Man, it's me you're talking to, OK?

I'm not an attorney.

And assume I already know what happened.

I just want to hear your side of the story.

Buddy and I we, ran off with some cholo's

payload over in East Hollywood.

Security must have tipped him off

because his muscle caught up with this pretty fast.

Muscle was undercover.

No, he's a fucking cop.

Fuck, he was so dirty.

Did you shoot the police officer?

What if I did?

Yeah, it's not like you don't have

any experience killing people.

That was different Vinny.

That was a job.

I had to put food on the table.

Same fucking difference.

Look, it's been fun, Alex.

Just wait.

Make it fucking quick then.

Get the fucking...

Who do you think I am?

You can I'm a fucking idiot?

You think I'm stupid?

I know I wasn't around enough for you growing up.

I know that.

Come on, try ever.

Well, I'm trying now.

I'm trying now, Vinny.

Now you had fucking

What are you going to do now, especially now, now that I'm

in here in you're out there?

Listen, Vinny, how many times do I

have to go through this with you?

I've explained it.

I have to tell it you over and over.

Yeah, you can explain shit every time.

Black Ops, top secret.

So fucking cool.

There comes a time when you just heard enough.

Hey, don't fucking touch me!

Oh!

Fuck!

Oh!

Shit.

Fucking asshole.

What the fuck was paying for, man?

Too fucking cool.

All I'd ever do at school is talk

about how fucking cool you are.

I had my prom date asking, where's your dad?

But the real kicker is when your mom is on her deathbed,

and she's begging to see her husband just one last time.

And all I could do was lie to her.

That's all I could do.

Tell her, hey, no, no.

He's on... he's on the way.

He's coming.

He's going to be here.

You just hang on there a little bit longer.

You skip holding her hand, nice and firm.

You know, like what it means to be there

until finally I just felt her stop holding my hand back.

That should have been you!

Hey, watch it.

Settle down.

That should have been you.

I'm... I'm sorry, Vinny.

I'm really sorry.

You don't even know what that word fucking means.

Vinny.

So what?

You think you can just get me out of here, hmm?

You really think so?

There's no such thing as a guarantee.

I'm not playing these fucking games anymore.

Come on, Vinny.

Why don't you just fucking leave.

Leave!

Leave!

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Yeah, I can't wait to get out of here.

Let's get this going.

We have 10 more after this one.

Inmate 201693, Maximilian Ezekiel Chandler.

You certify that this is you?

That's me.

Warden.

Chandler.

How's the stab wound?

Healed up nicely.

How's the taser marks?

Sergeant Baker, nice of you to join us today.

I wouldn't miss this for the world.

But it's such a beautiful world.

It is.

It's be much more beautiful without you in it.

You know, considering our history,

I thought maybe you might have something perhaps a little

less cliche to contribute.

Can we continue, please?

Yes, of course.

How rude of me.

Please.

You are here to determine if you're eligible for parole

based on past time served.

You were tried for four separate terrorist bombings resulting

in numerous deaths.

Four.

I told them it was 15.

Well, cops rarely do their due diligence,

isn't that right, sergeant?

You have been in four fights resulting

in the deaths of three inmates.

You had your aforementioned encounter with the warden

here and pulled out another inmate's eyeball

from the socket while he was alive.

I guess I needed it.

Mr. Chandler, why on earth would we approve you for parole?

I found Jesus.

Do you think that erases your crime?

No.

Then why do you deserve parole?

Well, because I'm more dangerous inside than I am outside.

Have you watched the news lately?

The world is reaching a boiling point.

And keeping revolutionaries such as myself locked up just

turns up the heat.

You know, I never expected my art

to be so broadly accepted by small minds.

So I forgive you for that.

OH.

OK, I think that's enough.

I vote his ass stays here.

Second.

Unanimous.

He stays here.

Any parting words, Mr. Chandler?

Yes.

Do you have the time?

It's 12:57.

You're going to be late to lunch if you

don't make this one quick.

Looks like we still have a few minutes then.

A few minutes before what?

Don't listen to this shit.

Stop.

I'm not done talking.

You know, Sergeant.

I'm truly sorry.

I'm sorry that you spent a decade of your life tracking

me down.

I am sorry that your wife left you

and your kids don't want to see you.

And I'm sorry you're such a shitty cop that not even

drinking helps you sleep at night.

Ouch, Max.

And you, I'm sorry you do such a horrible job running

this place... should be torn down and turned into a shopping

mall.

And I'm truly sorry I stabbed you in the neck.

What are you wasting our time for, Chandler?

Who says I'm wasting anyone's time?

I almost forgot your partner, Williams.

Is he still eating all his meals through a tube?

What's the time?

The time?

It's 1:00.

I'm done with them.

Don't.

No!

No!

No!

Those ain't earthquakes, is it?

Nah.

That was no earthquake.

I can't override it.

This is bad.

I'm going out.

Copy you on your six.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I'm the next shift.

Max, you copy?

I hear you, Luke.

Well done.

That's what I do.

Time for phase two.

Test, test.

Test, test.

Good afternoon, my fellow inmates.

Max Chandler speaking.

I'm here to inform me that I am now in control of Mount Vernon

prison.

Ah!

And I'm here to offer you a chance to get freedom.

You can either choose to stay here under my command

until our demands are met, or you are free to go.

My men will not stop you.

There is no punishment for taking your freedom back.

So go, fly, be free.

And if you choose to stay here, my demand

will now be your demands.

And for those of you who are either here visiting loved ones

or working here for minimum wage,

my men are coming for your phones,

and to escort you to the cafeteria

where you will be held under gunpoint till this is over.

And if any of you try to play hero tonight,

you will be executed immediately.

Aye, this fool series?

Guess we'll fucking see.

That's Max Chandler, man.

Can't follow this crazy son of a bitch.

Man, I don't know about this.

It's like music, isn't it?

I need a phone.

Local news.

Associated Foreign Press, FBI.

Whom am I forgetting?

What are you doing?

Making our demands known.

Invitation.

You film me.

Come here.

Get my best.

OK.

Ready.

Max Chandler here.

For those of you that don't know me,

I am currently incarcerated in Val Verde State Penitentiary

in California for planting and detonating bombs

in churches and government buildings 12 years ago.

I'm here to tell you that I am now in control of Val Verde

prison, and I would like for you to hear the warden's thoughts

on this.

But he's coming off long shift, and he's dead tired.

I'll have that I've granted the other prisoners their freedom.

Good luck in finding them.

And I can assure you that if my forthcoming demands are not

met, then I will destroy the rest of this prison

with all the hostages remaining inside.

And my demands are simple.

Release the six remaining members of the Trier crime

family and provide an escort to a country

that has no extradition to the United States.

Once I receive word of their safety

in a helicopter of my own, I will

release my control of Val Verde and defuse any remaining bombs

that remain on the grounds.

You have six hours.

Hey, what the hell happened in here?

What's going on?

What are you doing in here?

Smith?

Yeah, that's right.

Why the fuck are you still in here?

We evacuated the building.

Hey, man, take it easy.

I was in the bathroom when the explosion went off.

Hurt my shoulder pretty fucking bad.

I didn't hear no evacuation notice.

Probably because you were unconscious

from the explosions.

I wasn't unconscious.

Who was that on the intercom?

One of the prisoners.

He's responsible for all the explosions.

No shit.

Yeah.

Yeah, no shit.

OK.

Well, look, I need to get out of here.

I got to get to the hospital.

I hurt my shoulder pretty fucking bad, man.

Which is the way out?

Just follow me.

This way?

Yeah, this way.

So Smith, you've got family that work in the building?

Why do you ask?

Just the two guys that checked me in this morning,

they were called Smith as well.

It's a pretty common last name.

I used to hate it when I was a kid.

Fuck!

Now we heard shots.

Smith, status.

Yeah, there was a straggler, but I took care of everything.

Everything's under control.

Good.

Hey, don't fuck around next time.

Understood.

I didn't expect to see you here so soon after the incident

downtown.

Me neither.

So what we got?

You went briefed?

I think, I'm refreshed.

Get my out yeah?

Yeah.

Well, we got explosions on the east south wings

of the facility.

Got the blast covered for now, but not

before a few of the prisoners escaped.

How many?

Handful.

Enough to keep the department and Highway Patrol busy.

Got a few arrests already, and I'm sure more coming in soon.

Who's responsible, huh?

Former LAPD bomb squad Max Chandler.

Luke!

Always good to see you, my friend.

How's the family?

As well as could be expected.

Hmm, what do we have here?

New recruits.

New recruits.

So you chose me over freedom, is that right?

Yes, sir.

Oh, boy.

What's your name?

Rico Walker.

I'll do anything you ask me to do.

Hmm.

Anything, huh?

Yeah.

Mm.

What the fuck, Chandler?

Any more kiss-asses?

Never trust the first motherfucker to speak up,

you understand me?

Apparently, there's an armory in here

to prevent this sort of thing from happening.

Does anybody happen to know where it is?

Anybody?

You do.

What's your name?

Vincent.

Yeah, maybe if you don't kill anyone else,

I could lead us all to it.

Hmm, interesting.

Well it looks like our new friend here

will escort you to the armory.

So if you're not armed, get armed.

Follow me.

Can one of the Smiths get up here

and pick up three dead bodies?

Copy.

Nice.

Oh, my kids do that.

Sure.

Hey, this is Officer Chaz Coleman.

Now, it's my understanding that the man who set off

the explosives in your prison has also

said that you could go free.

He's full of shit.

Any inmate who was apprehended off of prison grounds

will face severe repercussions.

Now I understand...

I understand what your demands are.

But please know that this is going to take some time.

We can't just set prisoners free, do you understand me?

Welcome to the party, Mr. Coleman.

That was one of the prison doctors.

It's a bullet to the back of his head.

Does that give you an idea the speed I need you working?

That definitely does.

That definitely does.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Get it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I got him right here.

It's for you.

What?

Somebody on the inside.

Hostage?

I don't think so.

OK.

Can you anyone one to crack on this?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm on it.

This is Coleman.

Don't give him what he wants.

I'm sorry?

Who am I speaking to?

Don't worry about who I am.

Just know you got a friend inside.

Well, maybe you don't want to be my friend, huh?

You want to send you a picture of the man I just killed?

Maybe some other time, you know.

I'll have to take your word for it.

The man I just killed was wearing a corrections officer

uniform.

They supposedly moved the hostages to the cafeteria.

I've yet to see a single one of them.

I'm afraid some of them may have been killed.

Who are you?

An employee?

I'm the janitor.

Taking applications?

Bad joke, huh?

Did you get it?

We're working on it.

All right, we'll get it.

Son of a bitch.

So I'd kicked that dirty hippie out of my house.

That's your place.

So my girlfriend asked me,

so are you fucking somebody behind my back?

Yeah.

What did you say?

I said, yeah.

Who the fuck you think it is?

Right?

Right?

Dumb bitch.

Hey,

Got to take a piss.

You're going to be OK out here?

Hurry up, man.

Flashbacks about the prison showers?

That obvious?

Without you saying something.

Hurry the fuck up, man.

Hold up, hold up.

I'll be right out.

Keep it together.

Come on, man.

Hurry the fuck up.

You need to hold your horses, kid.

It takes me a full minute and a half to get this behemoth out

of my pants.

Something you'd have no idea about.

Look, kid, I don't want you to get all bent out of shape

about what I said about your mom.

I was just joking about that.

Wasn't being honest.

What the fuck?

What's your name, kid?

Freddie.

OK, Freddie.

Listen to me very carefully.

Get out of here.

Jackpot, motherfuckers.

Oh.

Now, we're going to fuck some shit up.

Woo!

Check the shotgun.

You take a shotgun.

You got a gun.

No.

Just keeping an eye out.

If y'all lead, I'll follow.

All right, bro.

Fucking.

Just making sure no one gets the jump on us.

You see someone out there, you're going to need that.

Thanks but no thanks.

Is there a problem?

No.

Just last time I used one of these

is the reason I ended up in here.

Well, now it's your ticket out.

Yeah, fuck it.

Kill this, man.

So what are you going to do with your split?

Man, I'm gong to work through with this.

I don't know about you, but I can sure

go for some good floor steak.

The hell's a floor steak?

Come on, man.

That good pussy, that meat between the sheets.

Ankles up, always ready.

Motherfucker!

Telling you, he's not going to go for that.

Yeah?

When the last time someone did?

If you can tell me that, then I'll

gladly go along with this shit.

But until then, stop pulling this shit on me, OK?

I'm a 30-year man.

I've been doing this shit before you were watching Nick Jr.

No luck?

I don't think they realize they're

going to be responsible for the deaths of an unknown number

of civilians if they think that playing by the book

is the best option.

Going by the book doesn't defuse these situations.

Gut instinct does.

Only gut instinct does.

Yeah, I hear that.

Right.

I need an update.

Jenner, hey.

Nothing yet.

Nothing yet, but I need a little bit more time.

That's another hostage death because of your negligence.

I hope that helps you take me more seriously.

It certainly does.

And my transportation?

En route.

Military escort?

Working on it.

In progress.

Woo!

It's our prison now, bitches!

Our prison now!

Woo!

Is that you little, bitch?

Fuck you!

Motherfuckers.

Take a ball out of China or some shit?

Let's fucking do this shit, man.

Fuck you.

Motherfucker.

Come on, where you going, man?

Vincent, where you fucking going to the gym?

Chase, you guys clear the hallways.

I'll meet you on the West Wing.

Come on.

Let's have some fun boys.

Woo!

We got to make it to cell block six,

you know what I'm talking about?

Yeah!

You hear me motherfucker.

What you doing so far ahead of me?

Don t fucking call me... (indist

Fuck you doing, man?

Let's have some fun!

Hey, what the fuck was that?

Get the fuck down the hallway.

The fuck is going on,

Oh!

New recruits?

Where are the bodies?

Bodies?

The bodies.

You told the negotiator you're executing hostages.

I did.

You're right.

But I guess you're not.

Ruke, would you take the men out and do the rounds?

Copy that.

Come on.

Let me see.

You see these people are willfully ignorant.

They don't understand how things play out in the real world.

What people?

Those that are not enlightened.

Did you know 90% of humanity won't cry for help

until the ship is sinking?

They're like pigs to the slaughter.

As long as it means their bubbles of self-delusion

aren't they can die peacefully

believing whatever bullshit they spent their entire lives

filling their heads with.

So what's your point?

Point?

Yeah, is there a greater point?

A method to your madness?

You know, I used to be a cop, bomb squad.

No.

You know, I'm in here for blowing up churches

and government buildings.

Why would I do that?

To make a statement?

To make a statement.

You are smarter than I thought you were.

I was tired of seeing all the bullshit

and I knew I had to do something.

Did you kill innocent people?

Hmm, see, my definition of innocence

is different than others.

And do you know why they can only get me with four charges?

You got me?

Because I was told I almost had a hung jury.

You see, my lawyer had a way of convincing the jurors to see

my side of the argument.

You see, people need to get punished so I took away

their meaning of life.

Their churches, their financial institutions,

these things that they believe give their life meaning.

I hear you.

Who are these people you asked to be released?

I don't know.

Ruke gave me their names based off their confessions.

You see, if you give law enforcement

a large enough task, they will bury themselves

in it before they realize they've been duped.

Do you understand?

Yes, I do.

You're too smart to be in here.

Somebody just killed two of us.

Who?

I didn't get a good look at him, man.

Fucking smoke grenade.

He wasn't dressed like no cop.

Bomber?

Cruz?

We got a problem.

Someone is clearly not playing by the rules.

Chandler, hey.

Hey, can you to fill me in?

Someone is killing my men.

I gave a warning in my initial announcement.

Nobody comes in, nobody plays hero today.

Shit.

Who is it?

Alex?

Alex?

How'd you get the name?

Ah, the same way I figured out, you know, the janitor.

Listen, I've already told you guys I'm on your side.

We know that.

Look, we need you out.

You've made your presence known and Chandler

has begun executing hostages.

You know, I'm not sure about that.

Why?

Well, I've seen more than half of this damn place

and I haven't seen a single hostage.

And I've got to tell you, I've got a bad feeling.

Well, let's hope you're wrong, OK?

Listen, you've got to do me another favor.

What's that?

OK.

The prison inmates that were released,

any go by the name of Vincent Barros?

Vincent Barros?

No.

OK.

I'm assuming you already know that's my son.

That means he's still here.

In all likelihood, yes.

Vinny.

I don't know what's going on.

There is a snake in the henhouse.

There is someone in here stealing your freedom.

Killing your friends.

It is not a cop.

I know cops.

Special forces, it's the only kind of person

to be able to stay undetected this long.

So what do we get if we take him down?

Oh, you want a reward?

Someone's out there taking us out.

It's only right if we get more money.

OK, fine.

$1 million to whoever brings me that motherfucker.

Dead.

Let's go.

Yes, sir.

Bring him to me.

Oh.

Hey.

I found the hostages.

I don't like that tone.

I know that tone.

They're all dead, right?

Yeah, every one of them.

Every single one of them.

Ah, shit.

Hmm, that felt good.

Might as well get in the may day

You let me go.

You let me go.

Let me go.

You need to try harder.

Let me show you what a stabbing looks like.

OK.

Come on.

Alex?

Chandler.

That's right.

I figured I'd keep this one just between friends.

Yeah, well, since we're friends, I guess you should know.

I... I know your little secret.

Oh, what's that?

Oh, come on.

The hostages, they're already dead.

Let me guess, your little friend on the inside,

what's his name, Alex?

Did he tell you that?

Is that right?

That's right.

And how do you know it wasn't your friend?

Because I know his type and you should too.

I mean, it used to be a cop, right?

I can't get anything past you, John.

So where does that leave us?

Well, this gets to the higher-ups

and SWAT comes and then wipes floor with your stupid ass.

That's about it.

Unless you didn't tell them.

You didn't, did you?

No.

You really have a lot of faith in your friend Alex, don't you?

I do.

So where does this leave us now?

You're still working on your friends.

Chopper's en route.

I can't promise transportation to anywhere other than Mexico.

And once you make it there, you're on your own.

You won't be protected.

Yeah.

Win some, you lose some.

Vinny?

Dad, what the fuck?

I should have fucking known it was you.

What does that mean?

You stayed behind.

I wanted to stay behind.

I was in the bathroom when the bomb went off.

Yeah, and then you went into old ways,

picking our guys off one by one like it's a fucking wraith.

I thought you only killed people for a paycheck.

Now's not the time for that.

Now what did you say, our guys?

Yeah, our guys.

Oh, Vinny.

Come on, man.

What are you... what are you thinking?

What are you doing?

It's not the way.

Max makes perfect sense.

And he's one of the few people I've ever

met who knows how fucked up the world really is.

Trust me, Vinny, there's a lot of people

who feel the same way.

Yeah, but they don't do a damn thing about it, do they?

Listen to your father.

I've been there, OK?

I've seen some horrible things.

I've seen fucked up.

And I've also seen things worth fighting for.

And I'm telling you, this ain't one of them.

You fight for a cause?

Well, so do I. We're more similar than I ever

would have hoped.

But what you did was legal.

Vinny, this is real life we're talking about.

If you decide to leave here with Max, you'll be shot on sight.

Yeah, why's that?

Why do you think?

If only you knew the fucking truth.

You're the only one here who's killing anybody.

Oh, Jesus, Vinny.

It's true.

You're the only one killing anybody.

Max hasn't fucking touched the hostages.

That's not true, Vinny.

Yes, it is.

It's what he wants you to think.

That whole PA, execution shit, that's bullshit.

You should know that.

Shh.

Vinny, the hostages are dead.

Shut up.

The hostages are dead.

Don't try to fucking lie to me.

I'm not lying to you.

Stop being so fucking naive.

Take a look at yourself.

Don't you...

Look where you are.

Just stop being so fucking naive, OK?

That's what I used to tell your mother.

She used to listen everybody.

Talking about my mother!

Well, I'm trying to tell you, you

don't make the same mistakes, OK?

What are you...

What kind of fucking mistakes?

You're the only one making a mistake here.

Vinny, you're doing the stupidest thing

you could do, so stop being naive

and stop being like your mom.

Like my mom?

Listen to me.

Tell me more about my mom then, huh?

As if you fucking knew her like me.

Vinny.

You don't even know me.

Stop it.

You're being stupid, OK?

I'm not going to tell you again.

Your decision, what are you going to do?

Think about it.

Come on, what are you going to do?

Fucking hate you, yo.

But I'm not going to kill you.

Get the fuck out of here while you can.

All right, dad?

Oh, Jesus.

Get the fuck out of here.

One for you.

You wanna talk to it?

Yeah.

What?

I don't know.

Nothing.

Don't worry about it.

On EMT.

Don't worry about it.

Come on.

Oh.

Rhino? Rhino?

Rhino, come in.

Uh, Rhino, no, he ain't come back.

Alex, nice to meet you.

Can't say I feel the same way.

You've killed quite a few of my men today.

They had it coming.

An unfortunate side-effect of progress.

You spend enough time and a place

like this you'd understand, but you wouldn't get that,

would you?

Believe me, I would.

Where did you do your time?

Marawi City, Philippines.

We flew into expected Congressman's plane went down

and I lost my whole unit.

Ended up in some POW camp.

I had to fight my own way out because the government

wouldn't come to terms.

And so good news is, got an honorable discharge.

But the pension pays about as much as a fast food manager,

so I'm fine.

I'm good.

I made a career in the LAPD.

Had one bad session with the staff psychiatrist

and I got put on leave with a severance where I couldn't even

afford a studio in South Central LA.

But I found my higher calling.

Yeah, I remember your name.

Ex-hero cop who turned Unabomber.

But I got to tell you something, Max.

I'm not sure a bad psych evaluation is worth

killing all these innocent people, you get me?

Oh, I only killed people who were

responsible for the social and economic downfall

of this nation.

I sympathize with you on that one, pal.

You give your life to a cause then they spit in your face.

For no reason.

Other than that, no use for you in one way whatsoever.

Your particular case, Max, I think

it's time maybe you cash it in.

Call it in or call it a day, pal.

Maybe they'll look after you.

They only kept me alive because I've

been leaking Intel to the FBI.

You know, after today, I don't think

they'll have any use for me, kind of like the LAPD

after I divulged my feelings.

No, it's... it's too late for me, Alex.

I hear you.

Then let's make a deal.

If it's a cop that's going to take you out, go with me.

I'll make sure it's me first.

You know there's one thing that we forgot to discuss.

Yeah, what's that?

Well, you're not a cop.

You're not a corrections officer.

So who are you?

I'm the janitor.

Bullshit.

You wouldn't be here right now unless you were

trying to get somebody out.

Which one is this, huh?

This is me too, Alex.

Hey, thank God for that.

Alex, hey.

They have my son.

What?

He was a hostage?

No, no, no, he's not a hostage.

Somehow Max convinced him to join the team.

OK, listen, man.

There's a helicopter coming right now

and he thinks it's going to take him to the border.

The thing is, he doesn't know that my superiors are

aware he's executed the hostages already.

So once the helicopter takes off, Chandler's dead.

And then SWAT's gonna go in there

and take out the rest of his team.

And that's it.

Did you hear me, Alex?

No, wait, what... wait, wait.

Don't let them kill my son.

Look, I'm afraid it's out of my hands at this point.

It's out of my hands at this point.

How long do I have?

Not long.

Minutes.

That's all I need.

Stay frostie. It's getting done.

He's going to smile.

All right, gentlemen?

That's what I'm here for now, buddy.

You like the sound of that?

A well-earned rest.

Well, especially after our last.

Oh.

Right?

Yeah, stuff is harder than that.

That go his way?

Just that nice long vacation.

Aww, man.

I got that new girl I'm gonna take.

There you go.

Money well spent, I hope.

Yeah.

All it does is cost more.

Spend wisely.

Not tonight.

No exhume.

Back to the job stuff.

You're a smarter man than me.

Nah.

It's wise to hold down, right?

Let's do it.

Yeah.

Spend a nice long vacation.

Aww, yeah.

Get that girl in there.

There you go.

Hey.

Moment. Take Delta at three...

Remember shoot on..

Wow.

You're the snake.

I hate snakes.

It's all good.

I can do this all day.

Are you ready?

Yeah.

It's disappointing.

I bet you were a bad dude back in the day.

And now, you're old.

You're tired.

What are you anyway, hm?

Army?

Special forces?

Navy SEAL?

No, no, no.

I know what you are.

The only way you could have creeped around all day picking

us off one by one.

You're a rough fucking ninja.

Black Ops.

I know the type.

I think someone like you will be used to the pain.

I spent weeks in a Taliban camp in Afghanistan

being waterboarded.

I thought for sure I was dead at one point.

Then, the goddamn American army came in guns blazing.

Turns out the British patrol missed me by barely 50 feet.

Those motherfuckers just didn't look hard enough.

That's when I knew guys like Max had it right.

We're all expendable to those in charge.

And the only way you get them to listen is to light a fire

and watch them run.

Yeah.

Hm.

Fighting to the end, huh?

It seems like you've been around.

OK.

Now, let me take you somewhere that you haven't been.

Let's do it.

Yeah.

Your ride's here.

Be on the move in five minutes, not six.

Five.

Good.

Five minutes.

What about the others?

They're not going to make it.

Let's go.

What do you mean they're not going to make it?

I mean they're not going to make it.

Is there a problem?

Are you coming?

If you are, you probably want to leave the gun here.

They will shoot you on site.

Problem?

No.

Good.

Let's go.

Ha!

Right on time.

Oh, I should learn to trust my instincts.

He's here for you, isn't he?

Who is he?

Huh?

Your brother?

Your uncle?

Your cousin?

Who is he?

He's my father.

He's your father?

I should have known that.

I don't care about him.

I don't even fucking like him.

Let's test that theory.

How about when he comes up here, you take this gun,

and you point it at him?

You can put a bullet in his head.

How do you know I'm not going to point it at you?

Oh, I don't.

Let's play a little game.

Let's find out.

You want it?

Take it.

Take it.

, kid.

Take the gun.

Fuck off.

Take the gun.

Point it at me.

That's right.

It feels good in your hand, huh?

Now, all you've got to do is point it at me

and pull the fucking trigger.

You're in control of your own fucking destiny.

Do you want to be with me?

Do you want to be with your dad?

Do you want to be with yourself?

What do you want?

Point it at me.

That's it.

Higher.

Point the gun at my face.

Pull the trigger.

That's right.

You can do it.

That's right.

That's right.

It's hard to hold it still with a helicopter up above you,

isn't it?

See, now that is control.

Do it.

Pull the trigger.

Shut up!

You have an amazing new life ahead of you.

I'm proud of you.

Let's go.

Alex!

Dad.

You come to see us off?

Nope.

Vincent, are you OK?

Good.

You?

Yeah, I'm good.

Come here, son.

Come.

Dad!

No, no, no, no, no.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad, where are you hit?

Where are you hit?

Come on.

I got you.

I got you.

I'm good, Vinny.

Took my right arm. Lift the gun.

Lift the gun.

OK.

Lift the gun.

OK.

Do it.

Finish it.

I'm tired.

Oh, my son.

You know, you have grown big like your grandfather.

He was a big man.

I'm sorry for shooting you.

That's OK, son.

I think I deserved that one.

Come on.

Take me home.

Come on.

Let's go.

I got one problem.

You've been looking at me, and I don't like that.

Get your old man to a hospital, kid.

It's OK.

Standard

Stand down.

It's Alex Baros.

Good work.

Yeah, I am a product of change.

I got the product in bags.

Turning my L's into

looking to better their days, yeah.

You are a product of fear and the man in the..

You can't get away from them bags.

And I am aware, fully prepared to

yeah.

And this what he said.

You got to get paid.

Do what you got to do.

Get to the bag.

Stay here tonight.

If I get get on that avenue.

You ain't cut out for them bags, yeah.

You are not good enough.

You are the type that got people they shouldn't love.

Anyone knowing you knows that you phony.

You never cut out for this.

You say just give it up, yeah.

Boy, that's how they want me to feel.

I am the man of the skill, king of the hill, man of the year.

Finally feel like I got it for real, yeah.

But all of the voices we got them.

Lie to me, Hillary Rodham.

I just came back

the bottom.

And now, I'm going to bring it back all the way over here.

One time.

I'm going for rhyme.

You put it on mine.

One life.

You better believe they're looking for me.

One time.

I'm going for rhyme.

You put it on mine.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

They're looking for me, yeah.

One time.

I go for rhyme.

You put it on mine.

One life.

You better believe they're looking for me.

One time.

I'm going for rhyme.

You put it on mine.

Paper, bro.

Cut it.

Yeah, first pull up with the temp tags.

All these little niggas big men.

Bunch of paper getting blown.

Trust me.

You don't want to smoke, no.

No, I got the Quit

playing.

All my niggas ride at Six Flags.

The player ..

Got HGH on the pimp

pull up with the temp tags.

All these little niggas big men.

Bunch of paper getting blown.

Trust me, you don't want to smoke, no.

No, I got the city Quit playing.

All my niggas ride at Six Flags.

Plus, the player getting..

Got HGH on the pimp hand.

That my business.

I mean, the spinach.

Right now, my family is

My girl independent.

But she don't answer the pimp.

If not, get canceled with quickness.

I'm adding up digits. My britches.

Breast reduction.

I get racks off of women.

Stop with that because niggas switching sides

like baseball.

To ..

I'm going to shine.

Try to block me, you'll get posterized.

Middle finger to opposing sides.

Everything I do is oversized.

See me in the Porsche top off.

Watching chicks choose. Cut the toy.

Moved on.

I'm good love and joy.

Having been shot at and snitched on,

he was meant to have a weekend.

Mixing the lean with the soda, I know

I can be anything except sober, yeah.

That's my nigga pimp last, yeah. Gucci.

Now they buried him.

Bunch of snakes in the grass, yeah.

Had to put them in aquariums.

Look how they stare when they first

pull up with the temp tags.

All these little niggas big man.

Bunch of paper getting blown.

Trust me, you don't want to smoke, no.

No, I got the city by me. Quit playing.

All my niggas ride Six Flags.

Plus the player getting..

Got HGH on the pimp hand.

First pull up with the temp tags.

All these little niggas big man.

Bunch of paper getting blown.

Trust me, you don't want smoke, no.

No, I got the city by me.

Quit playing.

All my niggas ride Six Flags.

Plus the player getting

Got HGH on the pimp hand.

My beautiful ass you won't be seeing anymore.

I'll be at Darlene's house cause you know what?

She might fuck better than you, bitch.

Get your dyke-ass on out of here anyway.

I'm not a dyke, trust me.

You know what?

You got a nasty mouth on you too, girl.

I'm glad I found that out.

Big ass bitch.

Got a pair of Guccis.

I can't see you later.

Money don't make you real.

It just make you richer.

How you claim to know me, doggie

You ain't in none of my pictures. I might hit up

Johnny so I can flex on you bitches.

I can take a bite of so he

won't let me get them.

Send a couple shots round my way

trying to kill you. But if you run up, get done up,

imagine that's how I feel.

Send a couple bitches if you niggas

fall in love.

Big coops.

Big buns.

Red eyes.

New toy.

Bitch came with a red dye. Woo, woo.

That's the boy, so I spell it out.

Goddamn, I love that money sound.

When I get rich I'm going to walk out with everything

from a designer store.

It's a hit, let slip, rich shit.

I don't do that no more.

Get your mind out the gutter, bitch.

Real shit, you a lame ass ho.

Cause I done came up doing shows.

Why you niggas keep calling my phone?

Seven years ago, I left behind my family.

Atlanta back to the shot.

That was the hardest thing.

To my mother, I want you to know that I love you.

Had to go and chase my dreams knowing I come to a

sleep but only excuses and apologies.

Me and bro don't mix no more.

Grew up off the finer things.

Hello.

Bitch, what you want?

Please stop calling me.

I choose loyalty over love, so don't lie to me.

On the road to riches, keep it 100

if you want to ride with me.

Big coops.

Big buns.

Red eyes.

New toy.

Bitch came with a rare..

Woo, woo.

That's the boy, so I spell it out.

Goddamn, I love that money sound.

When I get rich, I'm going to walk out with everything

from the designer store.

Used to lets, flip bricks.

I don't do that no more.

Get your mind out the gutter, bitch.

Real shit, you a lame ass ho.

Since I done came up doing shows.

Why niggas keep calling my phone?

Big coops.

Big buns.

Red eyes.

New toy.

Bitch came with a rare..

Woo, woo!

That's my boy, so I spell it out.

Goddamn, I love that money sound.

When I get rich, I'm going to walk out with everything

from the designer store.

South Side.

Fuck it up.

Everybody tripping cause they see my niggas coming up.

Hold up.

Hold up.

Hold up, yeah.

Grind for me.

Grind for me.

Come on.

Come on.

Hold up.

Hold up.

Hold up, yeah.

Grind for me.

Grind for me.

Come on.

Come on.

It's a revolution we've all seen happen, but there's much more.

As for my buddy here, it goes without saying

that.