Liberty Stands Still Page #2

so I don't want | to have to kill you.

Walk closer

to the stand.

If your cell phone | goes dead

or you touch the mute button | for any reason, it'll blow.

It's irreversible translation.

No off switch.

There's enough | explosive in there

to take out | the whole block.

So...

you have a little problem | on your hands.

Now take a breath.

Liberty, could please | check your battery?

'Cause we need to know | how much time we have.

It's half charged.

Joe:
That gives us | about 80 minutes.

There's a pair of cuffs | hanging on the cart.

You've got quite | a decision to make.

Tell me what you want.

Your soul.

Fine, name a price.

Do you really think | I'd go through all this trouble

for cash?

You're going to have | put on that ankle cuff.

Then we're going | to have a talk.

Do it.

Do it. | No!

Okay, okay.

Joe:
No.

On your ankle, please.

Tug. | Show me it's secure.

Good.

Okay, now I'll make | an honest man of my self.

Open the top left door | of the cart.

Liberty:
Jesus.

Joe:
I'm guessing you know | what that is.

I take it you have | some political affiliations.

Joe:
No.

That's the problem.

I need yours.

Look, we could just cut | to the chase here.

I'm guessing you have a 223. | It's sophisticated.

You mean expensive. | That too.

Which means you're connected. | Yeah.

All right, you've got me | standing still. What's next?

Easy.

I get to decide | how this goes down.

(phone beeps) | Joe: I know it's not Russell,

because he's backstage | thinking about your future.

He's wondering whether you | put your panties back on

and are making | a run for it.

I'm sure you're wondering | if I'm working for your husband.

I'm not.

If he knew about Russell | he'd take it hard

and he's a very | violent man.

Hey, is Dwayne around?

No, he stepped away.

Is he going | to be back soon?

Did he leave anything | for Frank?

Tell him something, | he looks desperate.

No. | What?

No, I don't eat meat.

(Joe laughs) | Thank you.

He thinks you warned him | about the cops.

You having fun, Joe?

Yes.

But not like you think.

How much do you want?

Nothing. | It's not about cash.

It's about you.

You have two choices...

First, you die | an American hero.

Second...

you die still working | for the fat man.

Look, I have accounts | all over the world.

I have unlimited resources. | Tell me how much you want.

Is it all champagne | inside that pretty head?

I don't see | where this is going.

Ah, Liberty.

Memory lane.

The former you.

Life before | the Bulgari handbag.

What happened?

You know my husband... | Can't pin this on him.

He's just a thug | working on any side of the law

that'll give out | a check.

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