Mean Guns

Synopsis: A gangster boss (Ice-T) has a list of about 100 people who have screwed up at one point or another. Rather than outright killing them, he decides to have a little fun by putting all of them together in a high security prison, unarmed, and dumping bucketfulls of guns, ammo, and baseball bats on them and letting them kill each other. The final three who survive are given a prize of 10 million dollars. Let chaos reign.
Director(s): Albert Pyun
Production: Trimark
 
IMDB:
5.7
R
Year:
1997
104 min
45 Views


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Here I sit alone and wait...

Surrounded by broken tablets

and new tablets

half-covered with writing.

When will my hour come?

The hour of my going down

and going under,

for I want to go

among men once more.

For I am waiting now...

For I am waiting now...

For first of the signs

that my hour has come.

Meanwhile, I talk to myself

this one last time.

Nobody tells me

anything new.

So I tell myself...

Myself...

You want to see me?

Yeah.

Commissioner gil...

You play chess?

What's going on?

We got the dedication ceremony

in the morning at 10:00 sharp.

I think you'd

better leave.

Relax.

We got just enough time

for a game.

Perez prado...

The original

mambo king.

What?

The music.

I'm not sure I understand

your strategy, Mr. moon.

Redemption.

Redemption...

Separates the wheat

from the shaft.

Checkmate.

And I do understand

redemption.

Outward-bound passage

leaves in 5 minutes.

Outward-bound passage

leaves in 5 minutes.

Outward-bound passage

leaves in one minute.

Last call.

Outward-bound passage

leaves in one minute.

Last call.

Next passage of track 666

in 15 minutes.

Next passage of track 666

in 15 minutes.

Good to see you,

cam.

When I say I don't

want feds, I mean it.

Got the photos?

Walk with me, cam.

Where are you taking me?

Commissioner giltner's

turning state's evidence.

Moon's in trouble with

us and the syndicate.

He's desperate, cam.

He's trying to

clean out the problems.

Clean out?

Everybody who even looks

like a problem, clean.

Lord knows it's

his only chance.

I need those photos

in case moon

gets to giltner.

You want out, cam?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Now, that's more evidence

than any D.A. Could ask for.

Don't ask me to testify.

I'm leaving tonight

without the escort.

Negatives?

Stashed.

Hey...Look...

I gave you

what you wanted.

You don't need me!

Just let go!

Oh, shit!

Shut up.

Rat.

I want 15 grand

for those negatives.

Getting cam

wasn't gonna be...

Getting you...

Is what Mr. moon

wants, Jerry.

Aah!

And thank you.

We've already

got the negative.

Ricky.

No!

Purgatory systems

is checking your clearance.

Stand by.

What is this place?

It's one of the syndicate's

construction projects,

a new correctional

facility.

It's a prison, Ricky.

Now, how in the world

would the syndicate

get to build a prison?

Payoff, stupid.

It's opening tomorrow,

ribbon-cutting and everything.

Moon has got

a twisted sense of humor.

Why does he

want us up here?

This is spooky.

Because he's here.

Looks like the workers

cleaned out fast.

What's this

damned thing

all about,

fellas?

Hey, don't do that.

I hate that.

Do what?

Swear when you

don't have to.

What the hell are you

talking about, boy?

Ha ha!

I'll say "hell" whenever

I wanna say "hell," asshole.

You shut up!

Man's trying

to make

a damn cultural

point, right?

Enough!

What are you, my God-almighty

father, all of a sudden?

Are we there yet?

Ok, my space...

Your space.

Look at that, Marcus.

Strange, isn't it?

Us here and now.

Uh-huh.

Why are we all

together on this?

We?

We're together because

we were told to be.

Yeah, yeah.

And moments later,

we'll be picked up

by a damned limo

at the corner of

fifth and Broadway.

So why don't you

crawl up his ass

for saying that, Ricky?

For saying what?

"Damned limo."

Jesus. Are we

back on this?

Direct quote.

Doesn't count.

Is "damn" even

a swear word?

Who cares,

for Christ's sake?

Hey look d, I got a healthy respect

for profanity, ok?

It's just that

they're not happy words,

and it don't make me

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