12 Rounds Page #3

- Was it any trouble getting him out?

- For me?

Nah. For the two guards

I had to kill, maybe.

- And he's waiting at the airfield?

- Yeah, he's there right now.

Why don't you give him a call?

You know what the funny thing is, Sam?

If I hadn't have found out the F.B.I.

was holding your brother...

as a bargaining chip to catch me...

you'd have gone along with this whole

double-cross without so much as a consideration.

- [Cell Phone Ringing]

- And I'd be out of my hard-earned cash.

The F.B.I. would probably

have me in custody...

and you and your douche bag brother...

would be holding hands somewhere

in the south of France.

[Rings]

[Echoing]

Yeah? Hello.

I'm sorry. Joshua can't come to the phone

right now, but thanks for the ride.

[Sirens Wailing]

Oldest trick in the book, Sam.

Turn their heads with one hand...

quietly slip out the back with the other.

Later.

- Right on time, baby.

- Aren't I always?

Mmm!

Show me.

We can finally afford that pony

that you've always wanted.

[Giggles]

I'll drive.

- Whoo!

- Right.

[Man On Radio] F.B.I. update. Suspects in custody,

but Miles Jackson is still at large.

Looking for gray van, Louisiana plates:

Alpha-Golf-November-803.

- Stand by.

- Unit 14 en route for Lower Nine.

- Whoa!

- [Truck Horn Honks]

Uh, my bad.

I didn't even see that guy.

[Siren Wailing]

Turn around.

Turn-What are you talkin' about?

Danny, we're at black. We gotta get over there.

We gotta stop that car.

That's the girl- the girl in the car.

Oh, Jesus. All right.

[Man On Radio]

Headquarters to 5-21.

[On Loudspeaker]

Pull over, please.

Come on. You heard Dispatch.

We're lookin' for an Irish dude in a gray van.

- You think this is a good idea?

- Just ask her the questions.

Such a waste of time.

[Police Radio Chatter]

License and registration, ma'am.

Evening, Officer. What'd I-

What seems to be the problem?

- Evening. License and registration, please.

- Yeah, of course.

Hope I'm not in any sort of trouble.

How does everything look?

Oh, outstanding.

But tell me, what's a pretty lady like you

doin' drivin' all by herself...

through a neighborhood like this?

Sometimes I like to be alone.

Sometimes I don't.

- Uh, give me a second.

- Yeah. No problem.

[Whispering]

Dude, do you wanna see her face?

- Here. Thank you, ma'am.

- Thank you.

Listen...

here's my card, you know,

for those times when you don't.

Ask her to open the trunk.

Come on. I'm working my sh*t

over here. What are you doing?

Ask her.

I'm gonna need you to pop your trunk.

- Gun!

- Sh*t!

- This just got interesting.

- I got this.

You all right, man?

- Oh, yeah.

- Where'd he get you?

- He shot me in my ass.

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