Half Past Dead 2

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Give up. Give up, I said.

Get out of my face.

Move it. Move it.

F*** you up!

Break it up!

Come on, back off.

Take your hands off me.

Take this, take this!

Tell me, Twitch.

-Who started this?

-My name's Twitch...

...and I ain't no snitch.

I don't know nothing, man.

You're worried?

About them?

What they could do to you?

You should worry more about me.

-And what I'm gonna do to you.

-Look, man, I'm just working.

Just doing my time.

Just doing my time.

Model citizen.

See, Twitch has been here

a long time...

...seen lot of sh*t go down.

Like inmates trying to take over.

But I slapped them down

like little b*tches.

Nobody wins in my island...

...but me.

What do you think, homeys?

Should I put any of you in the hole?

Sh*t.

Lot of guys like you in the hole...

...guys who think they're tough...

...guys who are beginning

to believe...

...they're bigger...

...than my island.

You bay beauties...

...you don't know

how f***ing good you got it.

Hey...

...bag of bones.

You wouldn't last two weeks

in a place like Creighton.

-Toughest max-security joint...

-Creigh--?

...in the country.

In case you never heard of it.

It's where society took a sh*t.

And built a 40-foot wall around it.

And any of you could end up there...

...with a snap of my fingers.

So...

...everybody's on notice.

Whoever starts the next fight...

...gets a free ride, no questions asked,

to Creighton.

Then you can see

how bad you really are.

Now, get them back to their cages.

They're starting to give me

indigestion.

Come on, line it up and let's move.

Lock your chains. Let's go.

-That means you too.

-Back it up.

Creighton, huh?

That's in Missouri, ain't it?

Hey, Twitch.

Heard you got deep-sixed

at your parole hearing.

Looks like you're not getting out

anytime soon.

Oh, f*** you, Hubert.

I'm out in a month.

Mark it on your calendar.

While you rot in here, I get the gold.

Yeah, I'll be out a lot sooner

than you think.

Oh, yeah? You gonna dog paddle

off this rock?

-Oh, I got ways.

-A month, Twitch. That's what I got.

Yeah? And I got a nice,

stern ass-whupping for you...

...if you don't leave me

the f*** alone.

You.

You're gonna move, man?

Wanna move a play?

No.

Sh*t.

Perfect.

Hey. What's up, motherf***er?

-I'm talking to you, motherf***er.

-What do you want, Twitch?

I wanna kick your ass.

-Man, come on, get your ass up.

-You can't be serious.

Nigga, you've been talking sh*t

about me.

When? What proof you got?

I don't need no proof.

Man, you sound like a lawyer.

How can you see with these

motherfuckers on here--

-Give them back.

-F***, no.

Why don't you come get them from me

so I could kick your ass?

You know I'm out in a month.

-I'm not gonna fight you.

-Damn.

-But my b*tch will.

-What b*tch?

Oh, sh*t. Okay.

Here. Hey, you gotta--

Come here.

-F***, yeah.

-Oh, sh*t.

Get up and walk.

Get up and walk.

-What was that?

-Easy, easy.

-Get up.

-I'll kick your ass.

You make sure you tell the warden

that I started this, you hear me?

You hear me? You tell-- What the f***

are you--? I'll kick your ass too.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Welcome to Creighton.

My name is Mr. Wallace,

and I'm the warden of this prison.

I wanted to personally greet you

by saying:

I run a tight ship.

My prison, my rules.

Best advice I can give to you

is keep to yourself...

...do your time

and don't break my rules.

No matter how tough

you think you are--

And I know some of you think

you're real tough.

--I will break you.

That's a promise.

Understood?

I got your back. I'm with you.

Step forward.

Listen up, punk.

I know you like to cause problems.

That's why you got sent here.

I'm gonna personally see to it

that that doesn't happen anymore.

My officers will resort

to any and all measures necessary...

...to keep you in line.

Understand?

Whatever you say, man. I'm not--

You'll keep your nose clean...

...and stay out of other people's

affairs, won't you?

Hey, man, look. You know,

I only concentrate on my own--

I'm not sure

I really heard you correctly.

I just want to do my time and leave.

That's what I thought you said.

I'll remember you.

Pick up your prison blues

and your shoes.

Show them to their cellblocks.

-Here you go.

-Next.

-Here you go.

-Next.

Here you go.

Where you got your soap, kid?

Shake my hand.

Come on. Shake my hand.

This sh*t they call food--

Keep your eyes on the room.

-Copy that.

-Anything could be a diversion.

Only take one second for these

bastards to start killing each other.

Sometimes I wonder why we bother

standing in the way.

How long I gotta wait

in line to get food?

What's up with that?

Baboso wants more money

for bringing in the piece.

Mira, you know

how much that mule was paid?

Let me just cut him a piece.

What if this motherf***er's

double-dealing...

...with the Disciples, homes?

-Let me do this.

-Are you sure?

You shouldn't be sitting here,

brother.

Is that right?

Just trying to give you

some friendly advice.

Come with me

or take your chances with them.

-So I should come with you, huh?

-Yeah.

-And not with them?

-Unless you got a loco death wish.

And what if I just wanna

kick it here, keep to myself?

Then I'd imagine

you'd get two shanks in you.

One from each side.

I don't see no shanks in him.

Burke? Don't go near him.

-Why?

-Because he don't want you to.

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