12 Rounds 2: Reloaded Page #6

I didn't have a choice.

- I don't want money.

- Then what do you want?

I don't want anything, all right?

The guy that called your motel room

is behind all of this.

He's already killed one person,

he's threatened my wife,

and he won't stop

unless I play his crazy game.

And what does that

have to do with me?

I don't know yet.

But there has to be a connection.

Hey, hold on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

You hear that beeping?

- That's my locator.

- Locator?

Yeah. I'm on parole, b*tch.

Which I just violated because of you.

So thanks a lot, a**hole.

What are you on parole for?

Congratulations, Nick.

That's another one in your column.

And we are almost at the halfway point.

Very exciting.

- Who is that?

- Ah! Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

Welcome to the game.

Now, I am sure your new best friend

has filled you in on the details.

And, Nick, I don't know if you've noticed,

but Tommy is wearing

an electronic tracking bracelet.

Now, because you've been

following the rules,

I'm gonna give you a little help.

I have blocked the signal

to Tommy's anklet,

so the police can't find you... yet.

We wouldn't want to end our fun

so soon, now, would we, boys?

But... let me leave you both

with a little reminder.

Are you the lead on scene?

- Yes, I am.

- What's going on?

- In position.

- Yes, sir.

We're missing something. We got to be.

He said 12 rounds. Why 12?

- I don't know, man.

- There has to be a connection.

Your anklet, why are you on parole?

It was a... a DUI.

Stupid mistake.

I got out two days ago.

And you don't think

that's a coincidence?

Man, I told you, I don't know

what any of this sh*t is about.

- Maybe someone you knew in prison?

- I wasn't in prison, I was in rehab.

- That was money well spent.

- Hey, I was celebrating.

And besides, you don't look like you're

doing too bad, driving a car like this.

Hey, f*** you. This isn't my car.

- Well, whose car is it?

- I don't know.

Why don't you check the glove box,

see if there's any registration in there.

The owner is Roberta Shaw.

Do you know her?

No. You?

Yeah, I do.

That was my lawyer.

Tell me we just got really lucky

and it failed to go off.

It's deactivated. Get this,

Malloy told the clerk about it.

Told him to call the cops.

So we're dealing with the politest

domestic terrorist ever?

Car is registered

to a Donald Perlmutter.

Lives out in the suburbs,

in one of those gated communities.

We're still trying to reach him.

Hey. Jensen.

- We all set?

- Yeah?

You were right,

that traffic cam was being tapped.

- By whom?

- Uh, we don't know that.

It's been encrypted.

Yeah, guys, the truth is, this signal's

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