Original subtitles

(man speaking Serbo-Croatian)

So, what have we got?

It's him.

And his whole crew?

Then it's a go. Dino, radio.

Bravo Leader to Strike Command?

Target acquisition is confirmed.

Strike is a go. Repeat, strike is a go.

- Man: Copy. - Roger out.

- Dino, quick, pull back. - Dino: We're on it.

Cover.

(child crying)

(speaks Serbo-Croatian)

- What's up? - He's got hostages... kids.

Life's a bitch sometimes. Come on.

- Hold on. - We got two minutes.

Okay, you get the kids. We'll make some noise.

You're a son of a bitch, you know that?

Let's go.

(child crying)

(speaks Serbo-Croatian)

Come on, come on, I won't hurt you.

Come on, come on.

Come on, let's go. You'll be fine.

Come on, hurry. Let's move!

Let's go. Get them out of here. Come on, let's go.

- (girl whining) - Hey! Hey!

Drop her! Drop her!

Drop her!

It's too late. It's too late.

- Get in the truck. - Let me go!

It's over. Come on.

Damn, just get me back in there!

Sometimes you can't save 'em all.

# Hello, good evening. I'm the revolution #

# Won't you sit down and let me tell you about a person #

# That lives inside of me like an alter e-g-o #

# Another personality from the ones you already know #

- # Your name is Brad # - # B-r-a-d, last name s-e-x-e #

# Straight from the bowels with a towel, without ecstasy, don't sit next to me #

# if you're stressing, learn your lesson #

- # I know there are few... # - Yo. Fuck.

Hi!

Man: Yo, look out.

# ...that I deliver. Get under your skin like a sliver #

# Mad-isms I don't use no skizz'inz #

# So I kick the spider licks she flirts with mister chick licks #

Hey guys! Guys, this is a wheelchair ramp.

How're you doing?

Get down like this. Just kinda, give it a little roll... like this.

Like, I'm gonna put up with his shit.

- Hello, ladies. Hello. - Oh, watch out.

- Watch where you're going. - Asshole.

Who does he think he is?

Hey, hey, hey. Willy, Willy, Willy, Willy, Willy.

- Slow the fuck down. - Get the fuck off me.

- What the fuck's your problem, Hogie? - Hey, Hogarth.

Come on, just chill. Why don't you stop fakin' the fall, man?

Why do you fuckin' always have to do this shit?

- Hey, hey, I told you about this. - You know, you're kinda tough.

I'm kinda tough, I'm gonna grow up and be a fuckin' retard.

- Go ahead, there you go. - Fucking detention.

Oh, a detention?

- Make you feel good? - That's right.

- Get up and walk, motherfucker. - Get up and walk?

- Let's go. - What the fuck?

Have some fucking respect, man.

Take the detention. Come on, let's go.

- All right. - Fuckin' idiot.

- Whoa, Mick. - Fuck.

Let's go. What'd I tell you about rollerblading in the hallways?

Actually, it's a fucking skateboard, but I'm not gonna stick with your rules.

Well, I am. You got detention.

- There you go, Mick. - Hey, big fuckin' deal, man.

Leon, buddy.

Yo, that's Decker.

- Shit. Decker. - What?

It's my teacher, man. Just hold it down. Shit.

Jay Tee, don't you have class?

Come on, guys, it's a school zone.

Move it along. There's no parking.

Yeah.

Got a fuckin' problem, bitch?

No.

No, you've got a problem.

Me.

Listen, you?

Wow, pretty brave for a teacher.

What do you teach? You teach... poetry?

You're a lover, not a fighter, right?

Good one, Leon. Ah, yeah.

No, it's...

it's phys-ed and history.

See, this is phys-ed...

Whoa!

- That's my teacher. ...and you're history.

I don't wanna see you around here again, you got it?

Go on, beat it.

Oh, yes.

- Hey, Sam. - Hey, how are you doing?

Leon and the boys giving you trouble again?

Oh, I got a little present for ya.

There you are.

Hey, I got a gift for you.

I took it off one of your students up the block.

I can't have it in the car so, here you go.

I don't know, Sam.

Sometimes it just feels like Bosnia all over again.

(hip-hop music playing)

Hi, Mr. Decker.

Oh, he's so hot!

Excuse me, please.

Hey, Willy, slow down.

Hey, chill out, Mr. D.

- What up, Nick? - Lovely.

- Whoa. - Why don't you slow down?

Why don't you watch where you're going, huh?

Okay, okay. Willy, listen, keep it under sub-light in the halls, okay?

- Yeah, Mr. D. - Let's go.

- Fuck you. - Now, look, Alicia,

that makeup test can't write itself.

Yeah, and how am I supposed to find the time, Mr. Decker?

I do have more important shit to worry about right now, okay?

What do you think of this, pussycat?

Very nice. What do you think?

Ah, Nice.

Disgusting.

A high school.

Who would ever suspect a high school?

It's perfect.

Just take the pictures.

You got it?

2,000 a week, plus medical and profit participation.

Start first thing Monday.

That's great.

I have enough trouble with students having sex like rabbits.

I don't need teachers making it worse.

Yeah.

Well, as a matter of fact, you've got a point there, Lyle.

I don't see any other choice so I'm just going to have to quit.

That's my letter of resignation, effective today.

Excuse me, I'm late for history class.

He's joking, right?

No. No, he's not.

So ultimately, the aerial bombing campaign by the United States,

failed to defeat the north.

Who knows why?

- Man: Who the fuck cares? - Hey. Charlee?

- Ah... - Why was that crucial?

- Sorry, Mr. Decker, I don't know. - Neither do I, sir.

- Why the hell are we talking about... - All right, guys, quiet. Mick?

What's the point? Who gives a shit about history anyway?

- There it is. See? - The point is this.

It doesn't matter who has more soldiers or more bombs.

Whoever is the most committed to their cause, always wins.

- Thank you! - Okay, guys.

- Thanks a lot. - All right, Mick.

All right, get out of here. See you in the gym.

- I'm open! - Defense.

Come on, pass it up! Whoo-hoo!

- I got this. - What?

Come on, find your zone.

What are you looking at?

- A FOG. - What's a FOG?

F-O-G, Fuckable Older Guy.

Yeah? Just don't get pregnant.

You're a good teacher, Sam.

The kind we can't afford to lose.

Come on, Lyle, we don't teach here.

This isn't a school, it's a prison.

We just detain these kids until they're old enough to graduate

with diplomas they can't even read.

It's my last day.

Okay.

Macer's mother's in the hospital.

I need someone to fill in for his detention class.

What?

You're actually making me stay after school?

Well, don't think of it as a punishment.

Think of it as a... a parting gesture.

Motherfucker!

- Break it up! - Take him down, Jay Tee.

Okay. Come on, that's enough. Hey.

That's enough.

Asshole threatened to kill me. You can expel him for that.

- What? - Come on.

- Detention should be plenty. - What for?

You can't stop shit. I heard you knocked up Alicia.

What happened? Rubber too big and fall off?

- What? - That's enough. I said enough.

Hit the showers. Hey! Go on, hit the showers.

Federal Agent Glen Prokow, Secret Service.

As of now, this precinct and all units are under my direct control

during the visit of the vice-president.

What?

Bullshit. You don't have the authority.

Federal law gives me the authority.

Since when?

April 15, 1865. The day after Lincoln was shot.

You gotta be shitting me.

Lyle's really pissed.

Yeah, I know.

He put me on detention.

Oh.

You know, I think he actually likes you,

God knows why.

It's not him. It's...

it's this place.

I don't know why you wanna stay.

You know me.

Besides, this place does have some very...

pleasant memories.

Mr. Decker, I need to see you in your classroom for a moment.

Come on, I'll be late for detention.

I don't care.

I wanna do it one last time with the teacher.

Oh, girl, what's wrong? You all right?

Nothing. Get out of my face.

Listen, why don't you come with me?

Some other lifetime, maybe.

Come on, girl, I know a nice quiet place

where we can party.

Excellent, pussycat.

What are you doing?

You don't want to cut the upholstery

because it has to look perfect.

Gloria, tell them to be careful in Hungarian.

(Gloria speaks Hungarian)

(Lamb repeats in Hungarian)

Fuck up.

We speak English, asshole.

If you fuck this up,

I will fuck you both in the ass with this gun,

and it looks you're gonna like it.

Back to work.

Well...

I can see you're all as happy to be here as I am.

- Alicia? - The sub in Math booked me.

Apparently he didn't think me having to pee all the damn time

was a legitimate excuse for being late for class.

What is this, a maternity ward?

Look, you don't have to stick around. Why don't you go home?

- What? What? - Nah, it's okay, Mr. Decker.

I'll do my time. It's okay.

- Evening, Mr. Neeson. - Hey, Milt.

- Ready for the weekend? - You betcha.

Listen, I got a teacher and four students in detention.

- Don't forget 'em, huh? - Right. I'll let them out.

- Anyone else, sir? - No, that's it.

- Oh, hi. - I thought you'd be gone by now?

- Yeah, I was just on my way out. - Well, I'll walk out with you.

Wouldn't want you to be locked inside.

Hey, I work hard.

- I don't know what you were doin'. - That's bullshit, man.

- Hey, guys... - Would you sh...

- Quiet down! - You know how I do, girl.

You guys be quiet.

I keep tryin', but this home boy don't stop talkin'.

- Detention room. - Sam? That you?

- I'm nailin' her shut now. - All right.

- A'ight? - Why are you trying?

This mask sucks.

I just love... acid.

It doesn't leave a trace.

What do you want?

I want a house in Cannes,

a boat in the Bahamas...

- Wow. ...an estate with a tennis court...

Ooh, is that good?

...and our own private jet, hmm?

Well, then, let's go get extremely rich.

Ooh.

Oh, yeah!

Hey. Hey, hey!

It's okay. Smile. Smile.

You know this is private property, huh?

I do. I'm the accountant with the firm that's building this tunnel.

My name is Dennis Kaye.

Ah, we've... we've come to inspect the work to see...

- From where? - From the...

from the firm that's building this.

I'm an accountant. They want more money, you see?

And before we do that, we want to see

what kind of work has actually been done,

because we can't just give money...

- Done here today? - Yes, today.

- Today was great. - Oh, good. Wonderful.

You should see the stuff they brought in today.

The equipment they had here today was unreal.

Today they had some really good machinery in here,

- and it was unbelievable... - That's very nice. Thank you.

Hey, hey!

The gate. The door. The thing. Chop-chop.

You go.

Jesus, Gloria, those guys are really dumb.

Are they coming? Oh, Jesus.

I hope there's no rats.

What are looking at?

Nothin'.

Oh, nothin'. You mad?

Come on, everybody. Pipe down.

She give me some evil eye shit, sir. What the fuck?

- Shut the fuck up, all right? - Shut the fuck up!

I want to get outta here tonight!

- Hey. - Mr. Decker.

- What? - I have to go to the john.

Okay, okay, okay, the phones should be right here.

Yes, there's the fuckin' phone.

All right, come on. Hurry up, hurry up!

- Hands off, hey! - Jesus Christ, we haven't got all day.

Relax, it can't go off without the detonators.

Fuck you, Chester Lamb.

Oh, you're so angry.

That was big. How was that?

Yeah? All right, good. Give it aim.

10 more minutes, Willy.

10 minutes? All right.

Dork.

- How long she need to take a pee? - Relax.

Frequent urination is normal for pregnant women, man.

- Oh. - How the hell you know that?

I got three little brothers and sisters, all right?

They all dumb and ugly as you?

What?

Hey, relax, thugs-r-us. Calm down.

Fuck it!

What you doin'?

Look, you guys can stick around if you want, but I'm bookin'.

- What are we gonna tell Decker? - You can tell him to kiss my ass.

Looks like it's just you and me now, huh?

- Okay. - Rock and roll.

Shit.

Okay, Alicia. Let's go.

- Ah... - Alicia, are you all right?

No, I feel kind of funny.

Okay, all right. I'll let the boys out their cage

and we'll get you home, okay?

- Yeah. - Okay, let's go.

Who's that?! Who's in there?

I'll go look.

Wait up!

Home at last.

Wait! Don't go!

Excuse me.

You say only one guard, Lamb!

- Alex. - What?!

Boossh!

Does he look like a guard to youse?

He's just a glitch.

Find the security guard, and...

try not to shoot each other.

Pussy-puss, why don't you stay here

and make sure there's no more glitches skulking about.

I'll be in the "orfiss."

Alek.

Alek. Alek, pick up!

(speaking Hungarian)

Okay.

Wait.

Well, it's your luck.

Where are they?

Ready to call it a night, Sam?

Yeah, I wish. We've got two fugitives.

Ashton and Barrow went up through the ceiling.

They can't get out.

School's locked down. I'll find them.

Yeah, right.

All right, kids. Outta there.

This is not a night to piss the big man off.

Surprise!

Shhh.

All right, check out time. Hogarth!

Make sure she gets on the bus okay.

Yo, it's Hogie.

And I ain't no damn nurse.

What's the grief, Hogarth?

Too tough to help an expectant mother?

Shit.

Come on. Come if you comin'.

Uh-oh.

Gloria, pussycat, come in.

- I'm here. - The guard is toast.

However, we do have three more targets...

two students and...

the teacher.

Get Alek and Victor

and head them off at the front doors.

The teacher's headed my way.

He's mine.

(speaks Hungarian) ...the main hall now.

Let's go.

See him?

Naw, he's gone. Oh shit, Mr. D... fuck.

Mick, Jay Tee?

Go, go!

Detention's over, geniuses.

Ah, ah, ah... hold up, hold up.

The teacher is headed to the cafeteria.

Alek to the cafeteria. Come on.

Come on, guys.

Come on. Let's get out of here. C'mon.

Let's go home.

Detention, gimme responsibility... whoa!

God, what was that?

Shit! Guns... auto nines.

I know that sound anywhere! Come on!

What are you doin'? You wanna live? Run.

- Who'd be shooting in the school? - How the hell do I know?

Where are you?!

We don't have time! Let's go this way!

- Wait... no! - Forget the damn bag! Let's go!

- Now what? - Go, just hide.

- Where are you guys? - I will get you!

- Hide! - Maybe this is open!

No sign of the two kids.

Okay, everyone, listen up.

Let's see if we can handle

splitting up and finding them.

I'll secure the auto shop.

You hear that?

Yeah.

Holy shit!

They trashed the place!

I was just thinkin'...

let's fuck these guys up.

We might need these.

- Let's book. - Yeah.

Testing. One, two, testing.

Anyone left in the school, listen up.

This is Mr. Decker.

There are people in the school with guns.

I repeat, there are people in the school with guns.

They've killed Milt. This is no bullshit, okay?

Pussycat. Office. Pronto.

- They've killed the security guard. - Fucker's gonna ruin my day.

There are two.

Make that four.

Now get out of the school if you can.

If you can't get out, hide.

Kids, don't try to be heroes. This is no video game.

These are killers.

Yeah, no shit, CNN.

Fuck!

How did this happen?

Kids, this is no bullshit.

Teacher!

Shit!

Baby, you all right?

Okay, now I'm really pissed off.

That's my girl. Let's go find that teacher.

Got you now.

Sweet fancy, Jesus.

Viktor?

What the hell happened, buddy?

Two kids tried to fucking cut my leg off.

They got my gun.

Jesus.

It's like a temp agency for midget criminal minds.

The target's going to be here in 50 minutes.

You load up the cars with Alek.

What about the teacher?

Crash course. Death 101.

I love you. Go.

I ordered all these motorcycle units

to be at the airport for the motorcade.

I've got over a ton of smack

going into the incinerator in this van,

- and it does not go without an escort. - We depart in 45 minutes.

You can't be suggesting that a shipment of heroin is more important

than the visit of the Vice-president of the United States.

- I've only got so much manpower. - That's your department, Sergeant.

Mine is the protection of the second most powerful man in the world.

No question in my mind which takes priority.

Why don't you find something to do?

Nice tie.

Testing.

One, two, three.

Can you hear me?

Teacher, teacher...

Lamb, they are in.

Excellent, pussycat. Get to the auditorium.

Take another gun for Viktor.

Make sure he hangs on to this one.

Oh my God.

Let's go around and onto the stairs.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!

Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on.

All right, how do we get out of here?

Stage door, that way.

Shit, the door is locked. Is there another door?

- I don't think so. - Better be another door.

- There isn't! - Damn!

- You all right? - Just really winded.

- Shit. - Hogie?

- Thank you. - Naw, thank you.

- Hey, shit! What you... - Put the gun down!

What do you think? Just trying not to get killed here.

- Did the fuckers follow you, man? - Yo, I don't know, all right?

- You all right? - They're gonna be here soon.

- Are you all right? - Whatever.

- What' you mean "whatever"? - I wonder if Mr. Decker's okay.

- Fuck Mr. Decker! - Oh, right.

Sam... Decker.

Wow. I feel like I know you.

Mind if I call you Sam?

Now, Sam,

I'm gonna lay it out for you.

Those two kids?

We have them in the auditorium.

Don't worry,

they're not going anywhere.

He said two kids.

They may not even know about us.

So what, you got somewhere to go?

I got an idea.

You give up.

We finish our work.

Everyone goes home happy.

Nobody dies.

It's win-win-win, Sam. What do you say?

Look, I know it's a big decision,

so tell ya what I'm gonna do.

I just got laid, I'm feeling really loose.

You got three minutes.

- Oh my God! - You all right?

No. Ow, ow... I don't know.

We're trapped in this auditorium and they're gonna kill us.

- Hey, hey, hey! - That's the first thing wrong.

- Holy shit, that hurt! - We're gonna be all right.

Yeah, if you call floatin' down shit creek all right!

- You know how to shoot that thing? - Who don't know to shoot a gun?

Seen it in the movies. How hard could it be?

Two minutes, Sam.

90 seconds, Sam.

Tempest she fugit, huh?

Hey, give me a hand! Shit.

Oh, right. A fence. A fuckin...

Yeah, that's gonna hold them off!

Yo, shut up, man. Why don't you give me a rope?

Genius got a idea?

I have an idea. Why don't you go and help him?

Unless you know how to deliver this baby.

- Rope. Rope. We need rope? - Yeah.

- All right. - Faster!

Shut up. Shut up.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!

Shut up!

Look, he's in the metal shop.

I repeat, the metal shop. Go.

(speaking Hungarian)

Not another move, buddy boy.

Oh, hi officer, ah...

Down the stairs, now.

Yeah, sure, we're just having a little party.

Shut up, and get up against the rail.

Okay, sure.

I'm Mr. Phelps. I'm the drama teacher.

- Don't make another move. - I won't.

You make one move, and I will kill you.

- You got that? - Yes, I do.

- Bang! - (screams)

Got you good, huh?

You said stealth and silence.

And you said, only one security guard.

It's Mr. fucking Rogers' Neighborhood in there,

and it's pissing me off!

Jesus!

- You call this quiet? - Oops.

Hi, honey. What the fuck was that?!

What are you doing? Jesus Christ!

Alek is dead.

What about Decker?

Take a guess.

All right, take Viktor,

meet me in the auditorium in two.

Scratch, Mr. Rogers!

Isn't that him there?

Fuck!

Die, die, die! Fucking die!

Die you motherfucker fuck!

Jesus! Professor Shit!

What's the matter with you? You got fucking trigger fright?

Listen, you, moron, I fire my side arm, I gotta file papers up the whazoo.

You wanna shoot an innocent bystander?

You do it a piece that can't be traced.

You get back into the school, junior. I'll take care of the grown-up.

Don't go away mad, Earl, just go away.

Hello? Hello?

Gotcha now, buddy boy.

Police?

Shit!

Officer, help!

I'm over here.

Hey, honey. It's all right. Don't be scared.

Come on down the ladder, okay?

Don't be afraid.

I'm a cop. I'm one of the good guys.

Hey, good guy.

Mr. Decker, what are you doing?!

Charlee, he's with the bad guys. He just tried to kill me.

Never heard you comin'.

Guess you haven't lost your touch, huh?

I guess you have.

Charlee, you okay?

Yeah.

Is that the way into the school?

Yeah.

Okay. You stay there.

- I'll come and help you, okay? - Okay.

Let's do this.

Fuck kids.

I want teacher. He killed my brother.

Shh, performance in progress.

To be or not to be.

That's the bitch.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...

Here, kitty, kitty, kitties.

Where could those little kitties be?

Come to the Mr. Lamb.

Fuck!

Pussy-puss! Pussy-puss!

Viktor! (speaks Hungarian)

Help me get this fucking thing up!

Pussy, are you okay? Are you okay?

Fuck!

I'm never having fuckin' kids.

Shoot them Viktor! Shoot them in the bum!

Let's go. Run, run, run!

Oh, shit!

Pussy, no, no. We've got a date with a big van now!

Hey, what about me? You need my help.

I'm sure we can manage without you.

Who just saved your ass, pussycat?

Hey, you.

Get your own pussycat.

Stay here. Make sure the kids don't leave and...

watch that other leg.

Yeah!

Yo, you all can come out now.

- Shh. - Oh.

Nice shootin', Rambo. You hit anything?

Shut up, I must have hit somethin', man.

- I'm nice with this right here. - Where'd they go?

All right, get far from here,

find a phone and call the state police.

- Okay. - Okay?

All right. I'm goin' back in.

Wait, you can't. They'll kill you!

Just get in the car. Let's go, come on.

Mr. Decker, why are you putting your butt on the line for them?

They wouldn't do it for you.

They're my responsibility.

Okay? Let's go.

Give me the keys.

Now, open the door.

Get out.

Come on! Over here! Move!

Remember I said I was a nice guy, huh?

You know what that means? It means I'm not gonna kill you.

Get in the trunk!

- Thank you. - Oh, you're so welcome.

- Oh, baby, baby. - Huh?

Is it me, or the money?

Is it me, or the money?

It's show time.

This is one of these like false labors, right?

Looks real enough to me.

Will you guys please keep it down?

Try pissing a watermelon and tell me how you feel.

- You have pretty shitty timing! - Fuck! God!

- Fuck! - Fuck you!

- You better have some fuckin' respect. - Excuse me?

- This girl is in labor... - Stop it, guys. Stop it! Stop it!

- I'm cool, I'm cool! - Sit down. Sit down.

- Fuck this! - I said... what did I say?

What did I say? What did I say?

- Ooh-hoo-hoo. - Chill!

- Hey, baby, thank you! - Yeah, no problem.

What the fuck was that for?

Now y'all both have somethin' in common.

Break my fuckin' nose, man.

Now focus, man.

They probably right outside them doors.

(police radio chatter)

Crack the egg, pussycat.

Bingo.

And Bango.

Oh, shit! Mr. Decker! Oh my God!

Willy, what the hell are you doing here?

Studying in the library... I'm trying to get a scholarship.

I didn't think it'd be this tough!

The phones are fucked!

The alarms too... I've tried. What the fuck are we gonna do?

Willy, if you can get to the main phone junction,

could you reconnect the lines? Set off the alarm?

Try me.

Okay, Willy.

I'll try to get you into the auditorium through the balcony upstairs.

Phone junction is down in the boiler room.

Can you make it?

Well, it's as easy as fallin' down stairs.

A-plus.

Look, the safety is off... it's loaded.

- Count your shots, okay? - Yeah.

- You? - Yeah.

Okay, let's go. Come on, kid!

- Hmm, good stuff. - Yeah.

How do you feel about shooting some... innocent bystanders?

You sure know how to show a girl a good time.

Haa!

Almost let you have it, big man.

Holy shit! You're not dead?

- Yo, sir! - Alicia, are you okay?

We did the wickedest thing. We hooked up this fence.

Listen, listen, is there a ladder back there?

- Yeah. - Check it out. Check it out.

- Come on. - Let's go.

- Alicia, you okay? - No, I need to get to a hospital...

Just sit down. We'll get you there, okay? Just relax.

- Yo, what're we gonna do? - Check your ammo.

- You got ammo in there? - No, I had a little accident.

Shit.

There's no way.

(footsteps approaching)

- Ahh, Viktor! - Hey!

Go load up the car. We leave in 30 minutes.

- Let's go! Come on! - Take the south stairs

down to the metal shop. You can get outside from there.

The metal shop's always locked!

I unlocked it. All right, go!

- Come on! Come on! - You can do this, man!

- Go, come on! - Surprise!

Go! Go!

Hey, wait up! Wait up!

- You wait! I'm gone. - But she's pregnant, man!

Fire!

Oh, fuck!

I smell teacher!

Shit, where the fuck are you, Sam?!

Ohh! Ohh!

Nice try, teach.

But you get an F... for fuck up!

Ah! Fuck! Jesus Christ!

Oh my God!

Ah! Ah! Fuck!

Ah, shit!

Ouch! Ow.

Hey! Hey!

(speaks Hungarian)

- I can't believe it. - Ow!

He thinks he's fast! I show him fast!

What the fuck is that, a motorcycle?

What the hell...

Go, go, go, go, go!

- Come on, come on, come on. - Where is she?

Come on, you little shit!

Fuck!

I'm catching you!

(screaming)

(laughs)

Sayonara, sucker!

Mr. Chester,

I got three kids trapped in the gym.

Right! Anybody who's still alive

and speaks English, head to the gym!

- Fuck! - That was brilliant.

Come on, pool party's over.

Shit! Holy shit!

- Fuck! - Holy shit! Holy shit!

- Na, na, na, na. - Dude!

- What are you doing here? - It's a bitch with the gun.

- He was trying to fuckin' kill me. - We know that.

There was a fight... a motorcycle, but I got...

- Now I know what Custer dude felt. - Who the hell is Custer?

We gotta fuck these guys up, man.

We ain't havin' this in our school.

- What are you doin'? - Look at this. Look at this.

Look at this. Grab one.

Gloria, go to the auto shop, please. Get the stuff.

Let's nuke these fucking kids and get it over with.

Okay, listen, there's something else you should know.

- What's that? Ow. - He's not just a teacher.

He's ex-military.

He was on the same A-team as I was in Bosnia.

Why didn't you fuckin' tell me that in the first place?

Fuck Bosnia! Give it to me, baby!

- Hey, Mick, watch out! - Fuck! Mr. D!

Stay away from there... motion activated detonators.

You cross those beams... boom! Come here.

Thanks for the warning.

- What happened to the others? - I don't know.

Last time I saw them they were headed for the gym.

So how are we gonna get out of here?

You left them behind? You ran out on them?

It's not my fault they can't keep up!

Okay. I got scared, okay?

Just gimme a break!

I am a chicken shit!

My old man's right.

No wonder he left.

Hey, Mick, come on.

It's okay to be scared.

It means you still wanna live.

You scared?

There's no time to think about that right now.

If you don't help, those kids'll be murdered!

- Your friends! - What am I supposed to do?

With two of us against those fuckers?

Shhh. It's like I said in class.

The side that believes the most wins.

Yeah, I believe they've got more guns.

And I really believe they're gonna come and blow our asses off!

So we'll have to even the odds.

How?

Armor.

You see anything?

It's too quiet.

You know how to fire one of these?

- No, man. I don't do archery. - And I do?

You kill anybody?

It's a valid question now.

(whistles)

- Duck! - Let's go! Go!

Spread out! Go, go, go!

Viktor!

Viktor!

Lamb!

Fuck!

- Jay Tee! Jay Tee! - Look out behind you!

Press it! Press it!

Watch out!

Yes!

Look out! Look out!

Come on!

Ah!

Come on! Jay Tee, he's got Alicia!

Alicia!

Get off, Mr. D! He's got Alicia!

- (screams) - (Alicia screams)

- Okay, back it up! - Back it up! That's it!

All right, push it! Push it, Mr. D!

Let's get 'em!

Right!

A little more to the left!

- We got him, Mr. D! - All right, all right.

- We got that fucker! Whoo! - Let's go. Let's go.

Yeah! Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

What the hell is going on?

These kids are startin' to adapt a little too fast, don't you think?

What now?

Give me the pad.

- Hello? - Hello? Margo Conroy?

- Yes. - Yes, this is detective...

Lance Percival of the Ninth Precinct.

There's been a... an incident involving your fianc�,

Sam Decker.

Yes, at Lincoln Memorial High.

It's essential that you meet me right away.

- Is it an emergency? - Oh, yes, a definite emergency.

I'll be in the back. Perfect.

Yeah.

- Whoo! Yeah! - Yeah!

- This is a serious machine! - This is beautiful.

- (breathing heavily) - It ain't over yet.

What are you talkin' about? We got 'em on the run, Mr. D!

- We fucked him up! - Not...

...until I get every one of you out.

Here.

Come on.

Check the back way.

So, are you the detective that called about Sam?

- No, I'm a very disturbed individual. - (screaming)

- But I did call! - Oh my God!

Walk! That's it. Turn right.

Good girl. Watch your step.

Hi, how are ya?

Babies, babies, babies,

this is your blackest of black sheep, Chester Lamb.

Comin' at you live on Radio Free Lincoln High,

and have we got a rockin' show for you tonight.

But first, we have a very...

and I do mean very, special guest.

All the way from the inner city that has no pity.

Baby, sweetie, honey,

say something for the boy in the trenches.

- Sam... - (laughing)

That's right, Sam. We've got your precious cargo Margo.

Your Delilah, live and in studio.

But for how long? Depends entirely on you.

So what's it gonna be, Sammy? Wanna take door number one?

You go home a winner, and not a sinner.

Some lovely parting gifts.

You want that don't you? Of course, we all do.

So...

here's some incentive.

Going all the way back to the revolver,

a certain sound... with a bullet, so to speak.

Let's give it a spin.

(gun clicks)

You hear that Sam?

First time lucky.

Hallway's clear.

All right, I'll check it out myself.

Fuck 'em up, Mr. Decker.

Now look it, Sam.

Being a dick is a great job, and I fuckin' love it.

So if you don't want your little girlfriend to go to pieces,

you'll see me in my office ASAP.

- Sam, don't listen to him! - Shut up!

Come on, Sam. Don't be a fuckin' drag.

Hey, Sam!

Sorry, buddy.

All those years we served together

we played it by the book and look where it got us, huh?

You're a dead teacher.

I'm a goddamn beat cop.

Now you're a dead beat cop.

Cheers.

Okay, back to the show.

- (gun clicks) - One for you...

...and one for me. - (gun clicks)

- Two for you. - (gun clicks)

- Come on, guys, let's go. - Oh my God!

All right, come on!

- Listen close. - (gun clicks)

- Listen closer. - (clicks)

Ooh-ooh-ooh! Ahh!

I'll lead down the cafeteria.

You get to the boiler room and get out.

Mr. Decker, we're not gonna leave you.

Shit.

Okay, Alicia. Let's go.

- Ah... - Alicia, are you all right?

No, I feel kind of funny.

Okay, all right. I'll let the boys out their cage

and we'll get you home, okay?

- Yeah. - Okay, let's go.

Who's that?! Who's in there?

I'll go look.

Wait up!

Home at last.

Wait! Don't go!

Excuse me.

You say only one guard, Lamb!

- Alex. - What?!

Boossh!

Does he look like a guard to youse?

He's just a glitch.

Find the security guard, and...

try not to shoot each other.

Pussy-puss, why don't you stay here

and make sure there's no more glitches skulking about.

I'll be in the "orfiss."

Alek.

Alek. Alek, pick up!

(speaking Hungarian)

Okay.

Wait.

Well, it's your luck.

Where are they?

Ready to call it a night, Sam?

Yeah, I wish. We've got two fugitives.

Ashton and Barrow went up through the ceiling.

They can't get out.

School's locked down. I'll find them.

Yeah, right.

All right, kids. Outta there.

This is not a night to piss the big man off.

Surprise!

Shhh.

All right, check out time. Hogarth!

Make sure she gets on the bus okay.

Yo, it's Hogie.

And I ain't no damn nurse.

What's the grief, Hogarth?

Too tough to help an expectant mother?

Shit.

Come on. Come if you comin'.

Uh-oh.

Gloria, pussycat, come in.

- I'm here. - The guard is toast.

However, we do have three more targets...

two students and...

the teacher.

Get Alek and Victor

and head them off at the front doors.

The teacher's headed my way.

He's mine.

(speaks Hungarian) ...the main hall now.

Let's go.

See him?

Naw, he's gone. Oh shit, Mr. D... fuck.

Mick, Jay Tee?

Go, go!

Detention's over, geniuses.

Ah, ah, ah... hold up, hold up.

The teacher is headed to the cafeteria.

Alek to the cafeteria. Come on.

Come on, guys.

Come on. Let's get out of here. C'mon.

Let's go home.

Detention, gimme responsibility... whoa!

God, what was that?

Shit! Guns... auto nines.

I know that sound anywhere! Come on!

What are you doin'? You wanna live? Run.

- Who'd be shooting in the school? - How the hell do I know?

Where are you?!

We don't have time! Let's go this way!

- Wait... no! - Forget the damn bag! Let's go!

- Now what? - Go, just hide.

- Where are you guys? - I will get you!

- Hide! - Maybe this is open!

No sign of the two kids.

Okay, everyone, listen up.

Let's see if we can handle

splitting up and finding them.

I'll secure the auto shop.

You hear that?

Yeah.

Holy shit!

They trashed the place!

I was just thinkin'...

let's fuck these guys up.

We might need these.

- Let's book. - Yeah.

Testing. One, two, testing.

Anyone left in the school, listen up.

This is Mr. Decker.

There are people in the school with guns.

I repeat, there are people in the school with guns.

They've killed Milt. This is no bullshit, okay?

Pussycat. Office. Pronto.

- They've killed the security guard. - Fucker's gonna ruin my day.

There are two.

Make that four.

Now get out of the school if you can.

If you can't get out, hide.

Kids, don't try to be heroes. This is no video game.

These are killers.

Yeah, no shit, CNN.

Fuck!

How did this happen?

Kids, this is no bullshit.

Teacher!

Shit!

Baby, you all right?

Okay, now I'm really pissed off.

That's my girl. Let's go find that teacher.

Got you now.

Sweet fancy, Jesus.

Viktor?

What the hell happened, buddy?

Two kids tried to fucking cut my leg off.

They got my gun.

Jesus.

It's like a temp agency for midget criminal minds.

The target's going to be here in 50 minutes.

You load up the cars with Alek.

What about the teacher?

Crash course. Death 101.

I love you. Go.

I ordered all these motorcycle units

to be at the airport for the motorcade.

I've got over a ton of smack

going into the incinerator in this van,

- and it does not go without an escort. - We depart in 45 minutes.

You can't be suggesting that a shipment of heroin is more important

than the visit of the Vice-president of the United States.

- I've only got so much manpower. - That's your department, Sergeant.

Mine is the protection of the second most powerful man in the world.

No question in my mind which takes priority.

Why don't you find something to do?

Nice tie.

Testing.

One, two, three.

Can you hear me?

Teacher, teacher...

Lamb, they are in.

Excellent, pussycat. Get to the auditorium.

Take another gun for Viktor.

Make sure he hangs on to this one.

Oh my God.

Let's go around and onto the stairs.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!

Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on.

All right, how do we get out of here?

Stage door, that way.

Shit, the door is locked. Is there another door?

- I don't think so. - Better be another door.

- There isn't! - Damn!

- You all right? - Just really winded.

- Shit. - Hogie?

- Thank you. - Naw, thank you.

- Hey, shit! What you... - Put the gun down!

What do you think? Just trying not to get killed here.

- Did the fuckers follow you, man? - Yo, I don't know, all right?

- You all right? - They're gonna be here soon.

- Are you all right? - Whatever.

- What' you mean "whatever"? - I wonder if Mr. Decker's okay.

- Fuck Mr. Decker! - Oh, right.

Sam... Decker.

Wow. I feel like I know you.

Mind if I call you Sam?

Now, Sam,

I'm gonna lay it out for you.

Those two kids?

We have them in the auditorium.

Don't worry,

they're not going anywhere.

He said two kids.

They may not even know about us.

So what, you got somewhere to go?

I got an idea.

You give up.

We finish our work.

Everyone goes home happy.

Nobody dies.

It's win-win-win, Sam. What do you say?

Look, I know it's a big decision,

so tell ya what I'm gonna do.

I just got laid, I'm feeling really loose.

You got three minutes.

- Oh my God! - You all right?

No. Ow, ow... I don't know.

We're trapped in this auditorium and they're gonna kill us.

- Hey, hey, hey! - That's the first thing wrong.

- Holy shit, that hurt! - We're gonna be all right.

Yeah, if you call floatin' down shit creek all right!

- You know how to shoot that thing? - Who don't know to shoot a gun?

Seen it in the movies. How hard could it be?

Two minutes, Sam.

90 seconds, Sam.

Tempest she fugit, huh?

Hey, give me a hand! Shit.

Oh, right. A fence. A fuckin...

Yeah, that's gonna hold them off!

Yo, shut up, man. Why don't you give me a rope?

Genius got a idea?

I have an idea. Why don't you go and help him?

Unless you know how to deliver this baby.

- Rope. Rope. We need rope? - Yeah.

- All right. - Faster!

Shut up. Shut up.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!

Shut up!

Look, he's in the metal shop.

I repeat, the metal shop. Go.

(speaking Hungarian)

Not another move, buddy boy.

Oh, hi officer, ah...

Down the stairs, now.

Yeah, sure, we're just having a little party.

Shut up, and get up against the rail.

Okay, sure.

I'm Mr. Phelps. I'm the drama teacher.

- Don't make another move. - I won't.

You make one move, and I will kill you.

- You got that? - Yes, I do.

- Bang! - (screams)

Got you good, huh?

You said stealth and silence.

And you said, only one security guard.

It's Mr. fucking Rogers' Neighborhood in there,

and it's pissing me off!

Jesus!

- You call this quiet? - Oops.

Hi, honey. What the fuck was that?!

What are you doing? Jesus Christ!

Alek is dead.

What about Decker?

Take a guess.

All right, take Viktor,

meet me in the auditorium in two.

Scratch, Mr. Rogers!

Isn't that him there?

Fuck!

Die, die, die! Fucking die!

Die you motherfucker fuck!

Jesus! Professor Shit!

What's the matter with you? You got fucking trigger fright?

Listen, you, moron, I fire my side arm, I gotta file papers up the whazoo.

You wanna shoot an innocent bystander?

You do it a piece that can't be traced.

You get back into the school, junior. I'll take care of the grown-up.

Don't go away mad, Earl, just go away.

Hello? Hello?

Gotcha now, buddy boy.

Police?

Shit!

Officer, help!

I'm over here.

Hey, honey. It's all right. Don't be scared.

Come on down the ladder, okay?

Don't be afraid.

I'm a cop. I'm one of the good guys.

Hey, good guy.

Mr. Decker, what are you doing?!

Charlee, he's with the bad guys. He just tried to kill me.

Never heard you comin'.

Guess you haven't lost your touch, huh?

I guess you have.

Charlee, you okay?

Yeah.

Is that the way into the school?

Yeah.

Okay. You stay there.

- I'll come and help you, okay? - Okay.

Let's do this.

Fuck kids.

I want teacher. He killed my brother.

Shh, performance in progress.

To be or not to be.

That's the bitch.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...

Here, kitty, kitty, kitties.

Where could those little kitties be?

Come to the Mr. Lamb.

Fuck!

Pussy-puss! Pussy-puss!

Viktor! (speaks Hungarian)

Help me get this fucking thing up!

Pussy, are you okay? Are you okay?

Fuck!

I'm never having fuckin' kids.

Shoot them Viktor! Shoot them in the bum!

Let's go. Run, run, run!

Oh, shit!

Pussy, no, no. We've got a date with a big van now!

Hey, what about me? You need my help.

I'm sure we can manage without you.

Who just saved your ass, pussycat?

Hey, you.

Get your own pussycat.

Stay here. Make sure the kids don't leave and...

watch that other leg.

Yeah!

Yo, you all can come out now.

- Shh. - Oh.

Nice shootin', Rambo. You hit anything?

Shut up, I must have hit somethin', man.

- I'm nice with this right here. - Where'd they go?

All right, get far from here,

find a phone and call the state police.

- Okay. - Okay?

All right. I'm goin' back in.

Wait, you can't. They'll kill you!

Just get in the car. Let's go, come on.

Mr. Decker, why are you putting your butt on the line for them?

They wouldn't do it for you.

They're my responsibility.

Okay? Let's go.

Give me the keys.

Now, open the door.

Get out.

Come on! Over here! Move!

Remember I said I was a nice guy, huh?

You know what that means? It means I'm not gonna kill you.

Get in the trunk!

- Thank you. - Oh, you're so welcome.

- Oh, baby, baby. - Huh?

Is it me, or the money?

Is it me, or the money?

It's show time.

This is one of these like false labors, right?

Looks real enough to me.

Will you guys please keep it down?

Try pissing a watermelon and tell me how you feel.

- You have pretty shitty timing! - Fuck! God!

- Fuck! - Fuck you!

- You better have some fuckin' respect. - Excuse me?

- This girl is in labor... - Stop it, guys. Stop it! Stop it!

- I'm cool, I'm cool! - Sit down. Sit down.

- Fuck this! - I said... what did I say?

What did I say? What did I say?

- Ooh-hoo-hoo. - Chill!

- Hey, baby, thank you! - Yeah, no problem.

What the fuck was that for?

Now y'all both have somethin' in common.

Break my fuckin' nose, man.

Now focus, man.

They probably right outside them doors.

(police radio chatter)

Crack the egg, pussycat.

Bingo.

And Bango.

Oh, shit! Mr. Decker! Oh my God!

Willy, what the hell are you doing here?

Studying in the library... I'm trying to get a scholarship.

I didn't think it'd be this tough!

The phones are fucked!

The alarms too... I've tried. What the fuck are we gonna do?

Willy, if you can get to the main phone junction,

could you reconnect the lines? Set off the alarm?

Try me.

Okay, Willy.

I'll try to get you into the auditorium through the balcony upstairs.

Phone junction is down in the boiler room.

Can you make it?

Well, it's as easy as fallin' down stairs.

A-plus.

Look, the safety is off... it's loaded.

- Count your shots, okay? - Yeah.

- You? - Yeah.

Okay, let's go. Come on, kid!

- Hmm, good stuff. - Yeah.

How do you feel about shooting some... innocent bystanders?

You sure know how to show a girl a good time.

Haa!

Almost let you have it, big man.

Holy shit! You're not dead?

- Yo, sir! - Alicia, are you okay?

We did the wickedest thing. We hooked up this fence.

Listen, listen, is there a ladder back there?

- Yeah. - Check it out. Check it out.

- Come on. - Let's go.

- Alicia, you okay? - No, I need to get to a hospital...

Just sit down. We'll get you there, okay? Just relax.

- Yo, what're we gonna do? - Check your ammo.

- You got ammo in there? - No, I had a little accident.

Shit.

There's no way.

(footsteps approaching)

- Ahh, Viktor! - Hey!

Go load up the car. We leave in 30 minutes.

- Let's go! Come on! - Take the south stairs

down to the metal shop. You can get outside from there.

The metal shop's always locked!

I unlocked it. All right, go!

- Come on! Come on! - You can do this, man!

- Go, come on! - Surprise!

Go! Go!

Hey, wait up! Wait up!

- You wait! I'm gone. - But she's pregnant, man!

Fire!

Oh, fuck!

I smell teacher!

Shit, where the fuck are you, Sam?!

Ohh! Ohh!

Nice try, teach.

But you get an F... for fuck up!

Ah! Fuck! Jesus Christ!

Oh my God!

Ah! Ah! Fuck!

Ah, shit!

Ouch! Ow.

Hey! Hey!

(speaks Hungarian)

- I can't believe it. - Ow!

He thinks he's fast! I show him fast!

What the fuck is that, a motorcycle?

What the hell...

Go, go, go, go, go!

- Come on, come on, come on. - Where is she?

Come on, you little shit!

Fuck!

I'm catching you!

(screaming)

(laughs)

Sayonara, sucker!

Mr. Chester,

I got three kids trapped in the gym.

Right! Anybody who's still alive

and speaks English, head to the gym!

- Fuck! - That was brilliant.

Come on, pool party's over.

Shit! Holy shit!

- Fuck! - Holy shit! Holy shit!

- Na, na, na, na. - Dude!

- What are you doing here? - It's a bitch with the gun.

- He was trying to fuckin' kill me. - We know that.

There was a fight... a motorcycle, but I got...

- Now I know what Custer dude felt. - Who the hell is Custer?

We gotta fuck these guys up, man.

We ain't havin' this in our school.

- What are you doin'? - Look at this. Look at this.

Look at this. Grab one.

Gloria, go to the auto shop, please. Get the stuff.

Let's nuke these fucking kids and get it over with.

Okay, listen, there's something else you should know.

- What's that? Ow. - He's not just a teacher.

He's ex-military.

He was on the same A-team as I was in Bosnia.

Why didn't you fuckin' tell me that in the first place?

Fuck Bosnia! Give it to me, baby!

- Hey, Mick, watch out! - Fuck! Mr. D!

Stay away from there... motion activated detonators.

You cross those beams... boom! Come here.

Thanks for the warning.

- What happened to the others? - I don't know.

Last time I saw them they were headed for the gym.