Riot

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Special delivery.

(beeps)

Open 23.

(security door buzzes)

(security door buzzes)

(buzzing)

- (beeps)

- Lost again, Green. Pedophiles in the east wing.

Just looking for a disgusting

place to take a nap,

and your house was locked.

Where you headin'?

Infirmary, kitchen, then

take care of a few things.

All right. Carry on.

New mouths to feed.

New inmate patient forms.

Thank you.

Delivery for Balam.

Mask off.

(speaking Russian)

All right. Sounds good. Thanks.

(man speaking Russian on phone)

(speaking Russian)

MAN (speaking Russian):

He is here.

Move along. Move along.

Single file.

Stay within the line.

Keep it moving.

Keep it moving.

- Who's this guy?

- Jack Stone.

- GUARD:
Who's Jack Stone?

- GUARD #2:
He's the ex-cop.

Strip down, slick.

Come on. Let's go. Butts and nuts.

Jack Stone.

First a cop...

then a cop killer.

God, Stone, how long you think

you gonna last in this place?

- Looks like Green has a new girlfriend.

- (chuckles)

These prisoners are animals.

And you put a lot of them

boys in here, didn't you?

(groans)

And then there's us guards.

And there's you.

Right in the middle of it all.

WOMAN'S VOICE:
When you're ready

to talk, I'm here to listen.

(security door buzzes)

(man speaking on PA, indistinct)

- (cell phone rings)

- MAN:
We're on the roof.

MAN #1:
Does this guy have

any idea whose place this is?

MAN #2:
The amount of money

down there, you think he cares?

- (beeps)

- (man speaking Russian on radio)

Three, two, one.

- WOMAN:
What is that?

- STONE:
Everybody down!

(people screaming)

STONE:
If you wanna live, leave now.

Go this way! Go, go, go, go!

Get out of here! Go!

I'm here for the bank's money, not yours.

- Everybody down! Knee it!

- Get on the ground!

Stay down. Shut your mouth.

The bank manager, Anton Rurik, where is he?

- (whimpering)

- (shouts) Where is he?

(screams)

You have three seconds to open the vault.

One, two...

Move. Move.

Keys.

(groans)

You hear that, Jack? That sound

in the distance? The voices?

That's the sound of hungry inmates, Jacky.

They smell fresh meat.

You see, I don't know

who to place my bet on.

Will it be the inmates who

take you out or the guards?

- My money's on the guards.

- (security door buzzes)

Everybody beat it!

- (screaming)

- (tires squealing)

Oh, here they come! P*ssy bastards!

(siren blaring)

Clark, Ashdown, with me!

(sirens blaring in distance)

Move! Move! Everybody

out of the way! Get down!

(security door buzzes)

- (inmates chattering)

- INMATE:
Fresh meat!

Mmm. Look at him.

Aw.

INMATE:
Yeah!

MAN (on PA):
Attention all inmates.

Last call for an outside phone.

Last call for an outside phone.

OFFICER:
Get down! Down! Out of the way!

Ashdown, take this level.

Clark, you're with me.

(tires squealing)

(squealing continues)

Clark, take this level.

That's far enough.

Hands up. Now!

I said, hands up!

- (cell door opens)

- MAN:
Aw, hell, no.

I know you didn't just come

into my cell so you could...

Hmm. Jack, right?

Okay. You want the top

bunk or you want the bottom?

All right. All right.

Bottom it is.

They call me Silva.

(whirring)

- (knocking, faint)

- (whirring stops)

(knocking)

(bird cawing)

Gentlemen.

My name is Semyon.

I'm here to welcome you to your new home.

Once a week you'll pay me for protection.

Or you can have someone wire

money directly into my account.

Yeah, I don't think I

need protection from you.

MAN:
Always, always use protection.

My friend,

if anybody needs protection in this place,

it's definitely you.

INMATES:
Ooh!

Pick him up. Put him in his cell.

My name is Semyon... (grunts)

(bell ringing)

INMATE:
Ooh!

- (alarm blaring)

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

INMATE:
You better stay down, boy.

(security door buzzes, opens)

- Prisoners, back away!

- Come on. Get up!

(shouting in Russian)

(speaking Russian)

(man speaking on PA, indistinct)

(cell door opens)

(cell door closes)

MAN:
Detective Jack Stone.

Your name has been

a constant irritant

to my business dealings for many years.

You've cost me men, shipments, money

on more occasions than

I'd like to recall.

Pleading guilty to

share a prison with me?

That's a bold move.

You look just like the

pictures I've seen of you.

I am sorry

we are not meeting in person.

Why don't we change that?

I believe that to be

unwise on my part, Jack.

Do you ever hear of a

king taking random strolls

through his kingdom?

No. Of course not.

The king stays in his castle.

You know why this is?

Because when a king

leaves his throne,

he gives his enemies an

opportunity to claim it.

I'm not here for your throne, Balam.

Do you know what the

bounty on my head is?

One million dollars.

That is all my enemies

think I am worth.

How about you, Jack?

What are you worth?

Twenty-five? Fifty?

A hundred thousand dollars?

What did you take from my vault?

And who did you give it to?

Have it your way.

I will make sure you

die like your wife.

I hear that she bled

to death over hours,

suffering in agony,

while you watched,

helpless to do anything.

It is a shame

that you did not die as well.

Jack,

you and I,

we are at war.

Who are you, Jack Stone?

I said, hands up!

I trusted you.

Jack?

She's dead because of you.

I had no choice, Jack. I had a family.

So did I!

(groaning)

(coughing)

(door opens)

- (door closes)

- GREEN:
Uh-oh. You pull late shift again, Timmy?

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