All language subtitles for The.Demolitionist.1995.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG-English

That Marlin, man,
he is one bad fish.

Boys,

the hour is drawing near.

Don't you think
we could be making

a little bit better
use of this time?

Well, fill me in
on the protocol, padre.

How exactly do we do that?

Well, you might contemplate

the nature of your crimes.

Repent of your sins.

- You hear that, L.H.?
- Yeah.

We're supposed to be thinking about
all the bad, bad things we've done.

Oh.

You know what, father?

You're right.

This was a good idea.

Hey, hey, hey, look!
It's us!

The executioner's song
is playing tonight

for the bloodthirsty
Burne brothers.

The eyes of the nation are on
Metro city as these sadistic siblings

await side-by-side seats
in the electric chair.

"Mad dog"
and "little Henry" Burne

were the first criminals
to be convicted

under the city's controversial
anti-firearms amendment

for their part in the Metro city
mall robbery two years ago,

which ended in the massacre
of six bystanders

and three Metro police officers.

Ironically, the brothers' fates

now rest in the hands of the
very person who led the crusade

to abolish all weapons
within the Metro city limits,

mayor Eleanor Grimbaum.

Early today,
by order of the governor,

Grimbaum was given penal
jurisdiction in the matter.

Only a phone call from her

can save the condemned men now.

Mr. Lee,
it's mayor Grimbaum.

It's not too late, is it?

Oh, thank god.

Mm, good. Good.

Uh, add a sesame chicken

and a pork rice to that,
would you?

Mm. Fried.

One question...

How shall I serve you?

Come again, warden?

After you're cooked.

Shall I serve you
with potatoes or stuffing?

Well, don't go preheatin'
your oven just yet.

There's been a change
of dinner plans.

David Copperfield
doesn't have shit on me.

Some last-minute substitutions
in the cast tonight, folks.

Roll it, Henry.

Sorry, no refunds.

- Move it!
- I wanna see those fuckers dance around again.

Come on, drop it,
we're out of here.

- One more time.
- No!

Mad dog!

Hey! Mad dog!

Whoo!

It's showtime.

What a sorry bunch

of drug addicts,

- degenerates, and whores.
- Yeah.

Damn, it's great to be back!

I want to thank skin here for...

Well, for running things for
me while I've been on vacation.

He's done a damn good job.

Now, skin assures me that...
Well, now that I'm back,

the transition of power,

well, will be a smooth one.

Later, skins.

Now, if you want to Rob me

and steal from me,

god bless you.

Just, uh, well,

just don't get caught.

All right.

This is no time for celebration.

My brother is dead.

And his blood is on the hands

of that fucking woman

who put us in that hole

and tried to shut us down.

Well,

tonight...

We're going to rip the tits
off that fucking bitch

at city hall!

Get rid of her.

You're new.

You know what?

I'm gonna enjoy breaking you in.

That son of a bitch landed
right in our laps!

You know,
you better warn the mayor

because they're
coming after her tonight.

I'm telling you

if I can isolate mad dog,
I'm taking him out.

No, don't do anything stupid.

So, what do you think? You
like the leather for the wedding

or you into
the traditional white?

Alyssa, now don't
do anything crazy.

- Just wait, wait for backup.
- I got to go.

Alyssa, wait for back...
She never waits.

It's about freakin' time.

What was you doin'?
Checkin' for worms?

Don't make me hurt you, boxer.

Oh, yeah. All right. When
ballerinas grow balls, right?

When ballerinas grow balls.

All right, let's
cut to the chase.

Press is trying to crucify me.

How did they get
someone on the inside?

How did they get
firearms past the scanners?

Answer me that, Higgins.

Uh, we don't know yet,
your honor.

Well, I've got
scanners everywhere.

I've even got one
at my gynecologist's office,

for Christ's sakes.

How did they get past
the ones in Metro pen?

We believe it was
a plastic weapon, ma'am.

Or a resin compound.

From the remaining traces
we've been able to...

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

What are we doing
to find mad dog?

Well, we've got a G6 Mo-Tech
unit on the scene at the prison.

Uh, they're seeing
what they can dig up

and, uh, we've alerted
the U.C.S in the field.

What the hell
are "U.C.S"?

Undercover operatives.

Would you cut
the Matt helm shit, chief?

You... honey,

I am doing a press
conference, not "Othello."

Would you blend this?!

Now look, boys, Mark my words,

if I go down on this,

I shall do so with my nails

firmly implanted
into your balls.

Have you got that?!

This is an election year.

My approval rating's
at 33%. Ow!

And that was before
mad dog escaped.

31%.

I have no time
for kiss-asses, professor.

How can I help you?

Perhaps we should discuss
how I can help you.

And what are you talking about?

Lazarus.

Oh, the prom is over, Jack.

Stop asking me to dance.

Even if I totally approve the
Lazarus project, which I don't,

there's no money
in the budget to support it.

- She's right.
- I suggest you find it.

Or else?

Or else the voters will
look at you as the woman

who gave Metro city
back to the criminals.

That's hardly fair.

At the time,
we all reacted favorably

to the civil unrest amendment.

If other measures were taken

in conjunction with
the abolishment of guns.

Lazarus was
one of those measures.

You have to move forward on
this, it's a matter of self-preservation.

Yes?

Yes. The mayor?

Is this a reliable source?

Strange time
to be washing windows.

Professor Crowley, please
put your gun on the table

and put your hands
behind your back.

You're in violation of the
civil unrest amendment.

Blow it out your ass, Higgins!

I'm green-lighting
Lazarus as of now.

Other than a check,
what do you need?

A candidate.

Hello?

It's our friend.

Yeah?

Yeah, I'm listening.

Bad news from city hall?

She's alive.

What happened?

- There's a rat on board.
- A rat?

Flush it out.

- It's not me.
- Are you a rat?

What?

You were inside a long
time and I was just thinking...

Yeah, well, I got
a lot on my mind.

Go down on me.
Make it quick.

Well, can't we go somewhere
a little more private?

Don't. Jeez!

Argh!

She never waits,
she never waits.

This is U.C. 159 to dispatch.

We got trouble.

You know what?

You got nice eyes.

- Surveillance camera.
- No.

Audio?

Hm-mm?

What do you think the range
is on something this small, huh?

Can't be too far.

Check it out.

- Wake her up.
- Here we go.

Get up!

Somebody woke up
on the wrong side of the bed.

Enough!
Take a seat, pig!

I smell bacon.

Pretty please?

See this gun?

Well, this is
my most prized possession.

Little Henry

knocked off his first
liquor store with this baby.

And, well, I only take it
out on special occasions.

You play games?

Why don't you cut the bullshit?!

We have you cold, this
place is going to be crawling...

Save it!
Save it!

Now...

I've been reading
poker faces since I was...

Eight years old.

And you know
what your face says?

"That there's no help on the way

and I'm so
afraid to die."

Yeah? Well, I'm bluffing
'cause it says go fuck yourself!

She told him.

I can read your hand, baby.

And you got Jack shit.

Time to fold, angel.

Now...

Hollow points...

The ultimate mind expanders.

Now, this is called

dealer's choice.

And the game is called

"one unlucky
pig's head explodes."

- This is what you do.
- Hey, can I play?

You take the gun

in your hand,

put your finger on the trigger,

and press.

You say a prayer.

Now if god's listening to you,

- well, then, click.
- You better be praying.

If he's listening
to your friend over here...

Bam!

Give me that.

Well, I guess god's
on my side, angel.

Now, uh,

I'm gonna throw
in a wildcard here, all right?

Now, if you two play fair,

well, the winner can take
my personal message

to the mayor.

Wake up!

Come on!

No one likes a guy who
falls asleep at parties.

Jeez.

Now, uh, where was I?

Nobody likes a guy
who falls asleep at parties.

Thanks.

Now, if you move
that piece an inch,

you're both fuckin' dead.

Let the games begin!

Come on, man.
Do it!

Oh!

Somebody get a hold of her.

Now, now.

All right, now listen.
I gave my word, right?

That's right.

- What's fair is fair.
- Fair is fair.

Give her another bullet, man.

Non-responsive to pain.-

Pupils have dilated.
He's got a bleed.

Prep his head. Get me Coen.
We're going in, stat.

There's possible penetration
to the lung cavity.

Get the blood type down.

Penetrating trauma.

Massive blood loss.
Tube her.

- Access file 2-2-5-0-1.
- Accessing file.

Alyssa Lloyd.

U.C. Operative,
badge number 751.

Next of kin?

Searching.
One moment, please.

Subject history
shows no living relatives.

- Status?
- Well, he's got serious brain damage,

- but the cat scan will
show... - the woman.

Well, it's not looking good.

Officer Lloyd, can you hear me?

Listen to me.

You are going to die, but I
can offer you a second chance.

Do you want that chance?

Do you want it?!

- I understand.
- Move!

We're going
to lose her! Move!

- Charge 200.
- Clear.

And again.

- Call it.
- No, there's still a chance.

Call it!

Be right back with the results.

Who are these guys?
This is an emergency room.

- Get out of the way, please.
- Everyone out.

Get these guys
out of here right now.

Good? Let's get her out. Got it.

Move. Let's go.

Roll on, roll on.
Let's go.

It's been 72 hours since
the funeral of Alyssa Lloyd.

The first phase of the process

has met with
considerable success.

All life signs
appear functional.

The rest is up to her.

Good morning, miss Lloyd.
How do you feel?

Where am I?

Where do you think you are?

- Am I dead?
- You were.

My condolences.

Breakfast?

Where's my partner?

Sergeant Dupre
is at city general.

He's vegetative.
There's nothing we can do.

Who are you?

I'm professor Jack Crowley.

I'm in charge
of the Lazarus project.

Yeah? What the hell's that?

At the moment, you.

Look, could you
be more specific?

Look at your hand.

In this new age of
bio-molecular mechanics,

this is god.

What have you done to me?

Replaced your blood with an
experimental plasmic serum

of engineered proteins.

Think of them
as microscopic machines

that work in conjunction
with your brain

to stimulate life
functions in dead tissue.

Dead tissue?

So, what, you're
Dr. Frankenstein?

What the hell does that make me?

I'm a scientist,
not a philosopher.

I've been commissioned
to create a solider of justice.

Someone to wage war
on the criminals of the city

with absurdly extreme prejudice.

No. Sorry to inform you,
professor,

but I retired, okay?

I think that that option
comes right along with death.

Not according to rider

48c of your contract.

What? That's, like,
an organ donation addendum.

Yes, exactly.

In the event of
an on-the-job fatality,

your body belongs to the city.

Is that your signature?

Why? Here to confess
for a lifetime of sinning?

I don't think I'm quite
ready to meet the maker yet.

Despite your surprise
attack on city hall.

I mean, you almost did me in.

You mean you didn't
get the newsletter?

Very funny, asshole.

Please, Higgs.
The language.

This is the house of god.

Look, pal.

If it wasn't for me your
ass would be fried wonton.

- you owe me.
- Little Adam doesn't owe you.

He's dead.

God rest his soul.

I'm sorry.

But that wasn't my fault.

I want more.

I want a full partnership.

A full partnership?

Well, well, well.

Let me bring in
my business negotiator.

Negotiate.

What the hell are you...
What is this, huh? Huh?

Well, Higgs. He's
waitin' to hear your pitch.

Okay. I... I got...
Access to guns.

Confiscated guns.
I got thousands of guns.

You know what, Higgs?
I'd pick up the pace.

I think my negotiator's
getting a little hungry.

All right, listen. Listen.

We'll arm all
the criminals, all right?

And there will be total chaos.

Grimbaum will be dead in
the next election, I promise.

Oh, I think she'll be dead
way before that.

We get a new mayor.
That's it. We get a new mayor.

He repeals the C.U.A.

I talk to some people, we
got backing. A new mayor!

Huh?

Your new business partner.

Me?! Huh?

Down. Down,
sweetheart. Down!

Don't want to bite
our new partner.

Who needs another mayor
without balls, huh?

Pull it back.

Progress report.

Subject's strength
increases every session...

Up 52% since Monday.

Speed and eye-hand coordination
have more than tripled.

The subject goes through
sparring partners...

like human dominoes.

She's become a fierce predator.

The question is,
will she be enough to satisfy

the mayor's war on crime?

I understand, mayor.

Yes, I know what's
going on out there.

It wouldn't be wise
to rush the process. There...

Yes.

Since you put it that way,

yes, as soon as possible.

Tense physical activity
will compromise the solution.

A booster to the jugular will
temporarily reverse the process.

For how long?

Results vary depending on
the stress level of the subject.

You know,
your subject has a name.

Clear your mind.
Eliminate the past.

Strong emotions will
compromise the solution.

And I'll accept no compromises.

Concussion grenades,
30-meter range.

Telescoping staff with
titanium carbide rotating blades.

It will cut through
just about anything.

A highly compact assault weapon.

The signature grip is based

on the specific heat pattern
from your hand.

Anybody else who tries to use it

is in for a big surprise.

Integral laser mount, 400 yards.

Yeah, well,
don't expect perfection

on the first time out.

I was trained
in close-range tasers.

I expect nothing
from the old you.

I demand perfection
from what you've become.

Let's move the target back.

The process has much
in common with dialysis.

A series of needles
penetrate major arteries.

Blood is flushed from
her body and replaced daily

with a synthetic solution
of nano machines.

This solution rapidly
regenerates damaged cells

or, when suffused with unfiltered
blood, rapidly destroys them.

I'm impressed, Jack.

It's got media savvy.

I think she's got this kind of

Joan of arc thing.
She's really...

What's wrong with it?

Uh, I think it
must be some sort of...

Neurocognitive residue.

I'd like to show you something.

No, I'm not getting back
in that thing.

You have to.

What, because of my contract?

Sue me.

And have a good time trying to
squeeze money out of a corpse.

Miss Lloyd,

the nano cells
have a finite life span.

Without a daily
transfusion in the chair,

massive organic degeneration
will take place. You'll rot.

Yeah, well,
it's my choice to make.

Your choice to make? Yes.
Your choice to make.

A choice sergeant dupre unfortunately
can no longer make for himself,

thanks to mad dog
and his companions.

Can I expect your cooperation?

Subject Alyssa Lloyd.

U.c. Operative,
badge number 751.

Deceased.

Deceased.

Deceased.

Deceased.

You walked out on an
explosives training this afternoon.

I'd like an explanation.

I wonder if anybody put
white roses on my grave.

I love white roses.

Did you know that?

Is that in your file?

Dan loved my lips.

I wonder if he would now.

I mean, what would it be like
to kiss something that's dead?

I wouldn't know.

You'll have to make up
your training tomorrow.

It's okay, baby.

This is all over for both of us.

- We have you cold!
- Save it!

Alyssa, wait for backup!

I'm gonna enjoy breaking you in.

Go fuck yourself!

I can offer you a second chance.

Do you want that chance?

Do you want it?!

What a sorry bunch
of drug addicts,

degenerates, and whores.

Sergeant dupre is
at city general.

He's vegetative.
There's nothing we can do.

It's great to be back!-

Without a daily transfusion
in the chair,

massive organic degeneration
will take place. You will rot.

If god is listening to you,

well, then, click.

If he's listening
to your friend over here...

Bam!

If I can isolate mad dog,

I'm taking him out.
Taking him out.

Who was watching the monitor
when she walked out of here?!

As a precaution for this, we
had heat sensors, we had alarms.

You were caught
completely unprepared.

Help me.

No.

I'm dying!
Help me!

Why? You have no one
to live for. What's the use?

Mad dog.

I want mad dog!

In your current state, I
seriously doubt it, miss Lloyd.

Put me in that chair now!

You need me.

Go.

Hook her up!

Your suit and body armor
have been reinforced

with bulletproof
and fireproof kevlar.

The built-in transmitter
inside your mask

allows for two-way communication
between you and your customized cycle,

which has an 11.2-second
response per quarter mile.

It too is bulletproof, naturally, with
an online computer built into the dash.

It's been calibrated to fit your body
mass within a three-pound variable.

So watch your weight.

There's been a series
of hijackings at Metro harbor.

Word is mad dog's stockpiling
merchandise for cash.

Proceed with caution.

Use of excessive force
is at your discretion.

I said shut up!

Hurry up!

Shut up!
Hurry up!

What do you think this is?
A union job?

Don't say a word.

Don't even cry out in pain.

I bet you ain't
never seen one of these

in a long time, huh?

I bet you wish
you had one of these

instead of that
sorry-ass cattle prod.

That's coming out of your asses!

Now pick it up, you ugly fucks!

Or I'll put some
real lead in your asses!

What?

Holy shit!

What the fuck?

Fuck!

Yes!

This must be my lucky day!

Excess body mass.

Access denied.

- Shut down.
- Access denied.

- What the fuck?
- Who's denied?

Whoa! Shit!
Damn! Shit!

What's the matter, boxer?

Never seen a ballerina
with balls before?

Oh, now, wait a minute.

It can't be you
'cause you was dead.

Who was dead?

Oh, lordsy, lordsy now, lady.

You wouldn't kill
a boxer, would ya?

In a heartbeat.

Congratulations.

Your approval ratings
have risen considerably.

I simply responded
to the voters' needs.

Demolitionist is
the people's weapon.

Well put, your honor.

Are you ready
for your press denial?

Oh, Christ.
Bring 'em in.

- Here we go.
- Let's set up on this side.

Madam mayor, can I have
the first question?

A clearer shot here.

Madam mayor, since the
appearance of this mysterious phantom

in Metro city, crime has
been on a steady decline.

Coincidentally, your approval
rating has shot through the roof.

- Care to comment?
- Oh, I've never given too much

credence to the polls,
miss Carruthers.

Although I must admit my
current position is rather flattering.

Crime is down. Gun
running is at a two-year low,

as I predicted
and promised. So there.

Now you got some good news to
report, miss Carruthers. For a change.

I'll sandwich it in between my
coverage on the mayoral race

and the question that's on
all our minds, your honor.

Which is?

Who is she?
She's not regular police.

Who is the Demolitionist?

That's an intriguing question.

And the answer,

as far as the good people
of Metro city are concerned,

is that
it's completely irrelevant.

Got to excuse me,
I've got a city to run.

Madam mayor, one more question.

So the question remains.

Who is the woman behind the mask

of Metro city's
crime-fighting phantom?

Who is the Demolitionist?

Viewers are encouraged
to dial in their suggestions at

1-900-555-demo.

Am I, like, really shiny?

You call that a dick?

It looks like one, only smaller.

What the hell are you
doing here? Are you crazy?

What do you think?

What do you want?

Who or what

is that psycho bitch
in the outfit?

She's been knocking off
my boys left and right.

What?
The Demolitionist?

It's a goddamn publicity stunt.

Grimbaum's ticket
to re-election.

Well, she's one goddamn
determined publicity stunt.

Pull the plug on her,
you hear me?

Now! Now!

Sorry.

You're supposed
to be the muscle.

Now if you can't handle it, I'll take
my business to somebody who can.

You know, we don't have an
exclusivity clause, you know.

Yeah, we do.

Here it is.

You screw me, higgs,
you understand?

And this will be the last time

you piss standing up, got it?

Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Now you get me
those fucking guns...

And I'll take
care of it. Okay?

Give me the fuckin' money

and you'll get the fuckin' guns.

Leave me alone.
Stop.

Let go of me.
Stop.

Let go of me.

Stop, stop!

Help! Help!

Let go of me!

Leave me alone! No! Let go!

So what do you think?

You like the leather
for the wedding,

or you into
the traditional white?

What's all this?

I thought we'd celebrate.

I guess your creation is
the real talk of the town, huh?

What is it?
Non-alcoholic?

You know alcohol
doesn't mix well with blood.

What? These roses
aren't even real?

So it never dies.

Open it.
It's for you.

It's beautiful.

Rare.
Symbol of Osiris.

Osiris?

Egyptian god of the dead.

Control your emotions or
you'll compromise the solution.

I can't control my emotions!

I don't want to control them!

God, don't you
understand that the day

that I'm able to control how
I feel, then I'm really dead?!

Kind of like how you are now!

Egyptians worship the dead.

Ho, ho, ho.

A Christmas reminder
to all of our customers.

It's never too early to start
thinking about the holidays.

With that in mind,
Metro city bank is offering

a one-time Christmas bonus.

Customers opening
a holiday account

on Friday will
receive a toaster.

- Mom.
- Stop it.

bagels and all your
holiday toasting needs.

Just our way of saying thank
you for using Metro city bank.

Who do I speak to about
making a large cash withdrawal?

I hope it's not this man.

- 211 in progress...
- Metro city bank.

Stay down. Do not
go in until I give the order.

Do you copy?

We won't need your
help on this one.

We've got the situation
under control.

Under control?
A bank full of hostages?

There are women
and children in there.

And I won't allow a
blood-bath, not on my watch.

We're negotiating with them.

You can't negotiate
with animals.

I'm ordering you to stand down.

Yeah, well,
I don't take orders from you.

Fine.
Do it your way.

- How many are in there?
- Five, maybe six...

Including mad dog.

Yeah.

Come on! Move it!

Put the money in the bag!

Come on! Put some coinage
in there, too, all right?

I got to do some laundry.

Oh, shit!

We'll be leaving now.

I don't think so.

You're killing her.

Here. Here,
turn around, honey.

It's okay. The big
bad bitch in black

doesn't want to
hurt us, does she?

You're sure she's okay?

Because we can have a doctor
look at her if you'd like. All right?

Dawson, get a medic on this.

Good work, professor.

Created quite a monster.

You're over-reacting.

No. I left
a little girl to die

because I wanted mad dog.

Okay, I mean, I didn't
even think twice about it.

You know, I just did
what I was created to do.

I mean, I don't...
I don't even think or feel

like a human being
at all anymore.

I'm just... I'm just, like,
some weird killing machine.

And you blame me?

Miss Lloyd,

your passion for vengeance
has shaped what you've become

much more than Lazarus ever did.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

You obviously harbor emotions

from your previous life.

From that night mad dog
had your lover killed.

My contribution to your psyche
has nothing to do with that

or that unfortunate
business with the child.

The choices you make about
who you are now are yours.

And yours alone.

Excellent choice.

- I am holding.
- I have been holding.

Higgins!

Well, how long do you
expect me to wait?

Yeah, get me
Christy Carruthers, please.

I have something
she might be interested in.

Has the Demolitionist,
Metro city's guardian angel

lost her wings?

Inside source has obtained
exclusive, shocking footage

that proved
the crime buster's heart

may be as black as her wardrobe.

Luckily, Metro police were
able to extract the grenades

from the crying child
and detonate them safely.

An inside source
at the mayor's office re...

How unfortunate.

That shot will make the cover
of every paper in the state.

Congratulations, Jack.

What do we get for an encore?

I'm sure it was a bit
of a political setback.

You call leaving an innocent
child to die a setback?

Registered voters
hate that crap!

It won't happen again.

You're damn right.

I'm cuttin'
my losses right here.

She's off the streets. I've
given orders to see to it.

It's a matter of, how did
you say it? Self-preservation.

- You can't do that.
- Naw, stop bleeding, Jack.

Lazarus is finished.

Il fait accompli.

Alyssa Lloyd saved your life
and your career, mayor.

You pull the plug on Lazarus,
it's just like murdering her.

No, it isn't, Jack.
She's already dead.

Officers need assistance.

Parking structure,
corner of Roosevelt and fifth.

Great response time.

Shouldn't you be out
eating donuts somewhere?

Shouldn't you be dead?

They pulled the plug.

There's nothing I could do.

How much time do I have left?

Enough time to get away.

They'll be coming for you.

As if they'd stand a chance.

Go. Quickly.

Jack, there's still
something I got to do.

What?

Finish what we started.

Okay, just
be careful. Go.

Later tonight, mayor grimbaum
will spend several hours

volunteering in the Metro city
homeless shelter,

serving dinner
to the less fortunate.

In national news,
President Bono called

yesterday's mortar attack
on the white house

"sad, really, really sad
and kind of freaky."

No suspects have been named.

Mm-mm. Ain't you
the instant hard-on?

I'm barely coverin'
my costs here.

Don't even bother me.

You know why?

It's the work, I loves it.

Like this thing tomorrow,

I'm talking a 32-meter flash
point targeted pyro sweep,

inverse concussion grenade.

Boom! I ain't just
blowin' shit up.

I's creatin' new space.

Yeah, yeah. Just so long
as the mayor ends up wasted.

Oh, don't worry about that.
All that's going to be left to Bury

is a handful of ash.

I hope you're using a
timer on that thing, pork boy,

because if you have to run for it, they're
going to Bury your fat ass in a piano case.

Lighten up!

Let's not get personal.
I's working on my weight issue.

- Who the fuck is there?
- Room service.

You fat bastard! We're
in the middle of a deal!

You one-eyed bitch. I didn't
order anything. I swear I didn't.

Somebody go check the shit out.

Aw, man.

- I don't see nothin'.
- Whoa!

Come on.

Fuck!

Ha!

- too bad.
- We got it done now.

- bring the cash.
- Did you bring your money?

As you can see, we've
delivered the goods.

Now it's time to pay the Piper.

- Time to divvy up now.
- Cough it up.

- cough it up.
- Hey, here's mine.

- could buy a few beers here, huh?
- Nice, nice. Good haul.

A lot of money!

Yes, there is.

Friends,
the revolution has arrived.

Yeah!

Tonight, we unite as one.

The streets are ours!

And tomorrow
we march on city hall!

Now for our
next order of business.

Roland, grab 'em.

- come on! Nine!
- Number six!

- number nine!
- Let's go, eight!

Number 14.

Oh, oh! Oh, hey, that's
me! That's fuckin' me!

Oh, wait a minute.
What is this?

- What raffle?
- I didn't get a number.

That's because
your number's up, higgs.

Hey, look, pal,
you can't be serious.

You can't kill
a city official.-

You know what, higgs?

Why not... why not make
my final thoughts of you

pleasant ones?

Instead of telling me what I
can and what I cannot do, huh?

I have a kid. I mean,
I have a family, huh?

- I've got a kid.
- Yeah, well, we're, uh,

we're raffling
them off tomorrow.

Number 14.

- What the hell happened?
- Everyone's wasted.

- The mayor?
- We never got a chance.

What the hell is wrong with you?

That whore shot me in the ass!

- What whore?
- The same one that iced hammerhead and big frank.

The one in black.

- I've seen some sorry-ass sights.
- Fuck you!

She dropped this.

- Where is she now?
- I took care of it.

You took care
of her, huh? How?

She's up in smoke, okay?
I done her up good.

Now will somebody please get the
cap that she popped in my ass out?

Please, before it
turns gangrene!-

Well, it's a clean entry.

No tattoo marks.

I'd say that puppy's
in one piece.

Roland, yank it out of his ass.

Hey, hey. Wait a minute!
Wait! Wait one minute, guys!

Hey! Roland!

You sterilize those things
before you use them, okay?

We're talking
about your ass here.

I know we're talking about
my ass. That's the point. Ow!

Come on, take it like a man.

What the hell is this?

It's smart, that's what it is.

You hear that, punchy?
She set you up.

It's a goddamn homer.

- blast it!
- How come it won't drop?

- Get over there and check that shit out.
- What?

Some sort of trick.

5... 4... 3... 2...

This is what you want, isn't it?

Huh?

This is the secret.

This is what you need.

You're under arrest.

Under arrest?

Really?

You're under arrest for
the murder of Alyssa Lloyd.

Alyssa Lloyd?

Well, you look like shit.

Are you a ghost? Huh?

No, no, wait.
You can't be a ghost

because you're packing heat
and wearing kevlar.

You know what, Alyssa Lloyd?

You should have killed me
when you had the chance.

- Fuck you!
- Ouch!

Shame on you.
Such language.

Now, Alyssa. I want you
to tell me your secret.

Tell me how it works.

And on my word,
on my fucking word,

I'll waste you fast.
Huh?

You want to know my secret?

Yes, I want to know your secret.

No tricks.

Just tell me how it's done.

Here's my secret.

- Jack.
- Yes, Alyssa. I'm here.

I can bring you back
or I can let you go.

Whatever you decide.

I'll understand.

Let me go.

Let me go.

99th floor.

Jack, this is a proud
moment for all of us.

You should be enjoying this.
You earned it.

You know, I wouldn't
be here without her.

Hm-mm. It's a pity
she didn't make it.

Exactly.
It's a pity.