Half Past Dead

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So, Nick...

...this is it?

As promised.

Lets do it.

I have a plane to catch.

You know, Sonny...

...you're wrong about him.

He's clean, man.

We're about to find out.

Put your guns down.

Hello, Sascha.

I'm Sonny Ekvall.

You work for me.

Nicholas, what is all this?

Caught a little heat.

One of our guys

is double-dealing with the Feds.

It's no big deal.

Just procedure.

- A polygraph.

- Nick was against this.

I see.

He says you are one of my family.

But he always did bring home strays.

That is why I am here.

Are you friend or foe?

I'm a friend.

Sascha Petrosevitch.

You are Russian.

Yeah, I'm Russian.

You got a problem with that?

I am an equal opportunities employer.

As long as you are working the scene

making me money...

...what do I care?

Who did you work for before

you landed in my lap?

Me.

- Doing what?

- I ran a highland crew...

...got popped,

did a nickel in Angola.

Just trying to get into

something simple.

I run the biggest crime syndicate

from Eastern Europe...

...to the Pacific Rim.

- That is simple?

- Cars are simple.

You work for any

law enforcement agencies?

Sometimes I work for the CIA,

the KGB...

...the U.S. Marshals, when I got a little

bit of spare time...

...I do a little something

for the Eastern Stasi.

You left out the FBI.

- Are you FBI?

- I boost cars. That's all.

I am a soldier trained in the art

of killing, not interrogation.

Nick likes you.

He's a good boy.

He's like a little brother to me.

So for him, I make an exception.

But now, my patience is at the end.

Are you FBI?

No.

Welcome to my family, Sascha.

I told you.

Make sure the boat leaves tonight.

Its time, man.

- Time for what?

- To take that ring off.

She's a memory, Sasch.

You felt the loss.

Cried the tears.

There's nothing more to do, man.

I just can't let her go.

I respect that.

I feel that.

Anyway...

...I got a job.

You want it?

Yeah.

Yo, Sasch, stop playing!

Stop driving so fast!

Come on! Watch this!

Watch the forklift!

- Yeah, you like that.

- No, I don't like this.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry about

what went down tonight.

I told Sonny you was one of us,

but he runs the show his way.

- What's a Blue Book on these wheels?

- About 198 grand.

- That makes my 5% worth what?

- 9600. Give or take.

I'll take half now,

half when I deliver, right?

You'll get it when we get there.

Half now, Nicholas,

or we give this back.

- How long we known each other?

- Two and a half years.

So for about two...

...two and a half years...

...Ive been asking you

to call me Nick.

- I like Nicholas, all right?

- No, its not all right.

Its all right. Put a little thug in it.

Maybe you'll get your money.

I love Nicholas, all right?

- Was that good?

- No, check it out.

Read my lips.

- All right.

- All right.

- How was that?

- See how I'm doing that?

All right. See what I'm getting at?

I think...

Thats tough for me.

You whiter than I thought.

- Stop playing.

- I'm a bad man, you know that.

Stop the car!

I'm gonna kick your ass one day.

What are you guys doing?

Back to work!

We're putting these cars

on the road in 37 minutes.

- Where's my money?

- Hey, I'm good for it.

- You know me.

- And you know me.

Now, I want my 9600 or I'm gonna

take this big goddamn hammer...

- Hey, come on.

...and have some fun.

Hey, Sasch. Sasch.

- You know you're crazy, right?

- Cuckoo crazy.

- You expecting somebody?

- No.

Get this car out of here.

- Nicholas Frazier?

- Who wants to know?

Special Agent Williams.

I'm with the FBI.

Maybe you've heard of us?

Yeah, I've heard of you.

Thats no way to start.

Put your guns down. Lets talk.

I don't talk to pigs without my lawyer.

I'm a lawyer.

You want my advice?

Put the guns down. I'm looking

to bring down Sonny Ekvall.

You wanna negotiate?

I'll cut you a sweet deal.

Witness protection.

No time served.

Ekvall's not for sale.

You ever done hard time, Nick?

Ever been somebody's b*tch?

You got big balls for a woman,

you know that?

And you've got exactly five

seconds to put the guns down.

Otherwise, people are gonna die.

You want that on your conscience?

- Nobody's gotta die tonight.

- I'm not talking to you!

Thats one, Nick.

- You know, Sonny has a rule.

- Whats that?

Thats two, Nick.

Three!

Nobody gets taken alive.

- Four!

- Thats a bad rule, man.

Five!

Put the goddamn guns down, now!

- Put the gun down, man.

- Its a nice night to die.

BP's dropping fast.

We gotta get this guy out of flat line!

He's going into cardiac arrest!

Clear!

Clear!

One, two, three!

One, two, three, four, five!

One, two, three, four, five!

We got a pulse!

I can't believe I ended up in this

situation. This is bullshit.

My friend.

Sasch?

How you been, man?

- I've been better. How you feel?

- Its like I'm seeing a ghost.

Give me some love, man!

- Thought you was dead.

- For a while, but I'm back.

I'm sorry about what happened

in the warehouse.

I lost it. I went ballistic.

Forget it.

Where'd you come from?

They sent me down from

the SHU, Pelican Bay.

- What about you?

- Infirmary, San Quentin.

- Got another five years in this rat hole.

- I got two.

Well, are we all right?

Or we got issues?

- Whatre you talking about?

- You might be pissed off.

I don't wanna spend

the next five years...

...wondering if my n*gger

want to slit me from ear to ear.

You're my man.

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