Brick Mansions Page #3

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against my neck!

Move!

You too!

Tell Tyrel Glenn to step off.

Get back! Back!

Let's negotiate. We don't

need a blood spill man.

Stop selling dope in the

neighborhood, end of negotiation.

Let the mad man through.

How about this.

I forget about the 20 keys.

You go back with your

pretty girl in one piece.

- And we stay of each other business.

- Not good enough.

How far are you gonna walk out before one of

these niggas puts a shot in your back, huh?

- You get it?

- Back!

Maybe I get hit.

Maybe we all die.

- Maybe your pretty girl get hit, huh?

- Back off.

My boys, they are

going to kill you!

You think you can go back and

pretend nothing happened?

And for what, huh?

They will get in here, Lino.

I'm not so sure about that.

- Come on you son of a b*tch.

- Move!

- How is it?

- He's locked the door from the outside.

Useless, all of you!

Open the door!

Tyrel Glenn little sister

is about to wake up.

That's my Mustang you know.

That's my baby.

- The keys.

- Son of a b*tch.

- Get back!

- You drive.

Don't wreck my car woman.

You're gonna regret it.

- Shut up!

- In the back!

Man, I'm 6'3, I can't

fit back there.

You're about to get a

couple of inches shorter.

We're going to get

these b*tches!

Shoot the tire! Shoot!

Watch out, woman!

You know how much I

spent on this car?

I'll take care of it, I promise.

You don't need me here. Just let

me out, you can keep the damn car.

Always negotiating, huh?

Stay right there!

- Open that door!

- Drop it! Drop the weapon!

- Don't shoot!

- Get out of the car!

We're here to see your

captain, don't shoot.

Get down!

Stay cool.

Move!

This is Tremaine Alexander.

I'm sure you know him.

Yes, we know.

Put your gun down, son.

Nobody move.

Everybody stay cool.

Put your gun down, son.

Give me your weapon.

You did good.

Lock him up!

What? Wait! What the

hell are you doing?

Get your hands off me!

Let me out of here!

Hey! Hey!

Son of b*tches! Let me out!

Hey Mike, how's that

new house you got?

Never mind. Get out

of here, Tremaine.

Guess my donation is

coming in handy, huh?

- Come on, Miss Lola.

- I'm not going anywhere with you!

Tremaine! You son of a b*tch!

I'll kill you!

Let me go!

It's all politics, Lino.

I'm a politician.

C'est la vie

No! Open the door!

Open this door now!

- You can go.

- Yes, sir!

You gave her to those animals,

you dirty piece of sh*t.

Sorry son, the way of the world.

Detective Collier, the

Mayor is ready to see you.

Detective, come in.

Detective Collier.

Tom Berringer.

- I was in the force with your dad.

- Nice to meet you.

Your family has a

history with the city.

Damien's father led the last

police raid in Brick Mansions.

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