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Special delivery.
(beeps)
Open 23.
(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.
- 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! Pussy 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.
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?
Yeah. Warden's punishing me for scraping up the van on last week's run.
Fences don't just jump out in front of cars, Tim.
You gotta really go out of your way like some world-class retard
to hit one
or be texting and driving.
Yeah, somebody farted in the back of the van.
(cell door unlocks)
(snoring)
Mm-hmm. Thank you. Bye-bye.
- Hello. May I help you? - Yes.
I'm Trisha Sinclair. I have an appointment with District Attorney Johnson.
I'm sorry. I don't have any appointments with that name.
Unfortunately, I had to bump that appointment.
Hello, Miss Sinclair. Mark Crane.
Mr. Johnson wasn't able to accommodate you, so I had to cancel.
With no phone call to let me know?
I apologize for that. But if you just step over here...
I'm sorry. When is he available?
I think it would be best if you met with me.
Then I can give that information to Mr. Johnson when he is available.
- I didn't ask to speak with you... - Please hold my calls.
- Yes, Mr. Crane. - Thank you.
Look, the information you left with Mr. Johnson was relayed to me.
Jack Stone is a closed case.
This isn't just about Jack Stone.
Well, then, any information you have,
I'd be more than happy to pass it along.
So if you give it to me, I'll make sure that he gets it.
I'll just reschedule.
I don't know. Principals in your schools around here
that I'm kind of investigating...
Excuse me, District Attorney Johnson.
I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I really need to speak with you.
- And you are? - Trisha Sinclair.
Oh. The reporter from the Post.
- George, can I get back with you a little bit later? - You got it.
Thank you.
So, Miss Sinclair, what is so terribly important
that I had to cut short my conversation with the mayor?
That was the mayor?
- Didn't you recognize him? - I voted for the other guy.
- Oh. - I'm so sorry.
I made an appointment with you, but your guard dog canceled it.
(chuckles) Well, that's Mark.
See, he hasn't been with me very long,
- and he tends to be a little overly protective. - Yeah.
- Can we walk and talk? - Yeah.
Okay. So, what's this all about?
Jack Stone and Balam Mogilevich.
Ah. Balam?
Well, he's been in jail for years.
The same prison that Jack Stone was sent to.
And?
I don't think it was by coincidence.
Before killing his ex-partner,
Jack Stone was part of a three-man crew that robbed the Orleans bank,
which many believe to be a front for the Russian mob.
Well, that was never confirmed, not that it's not true.
Accusations without proof...
I may have proof.
Lots of it.
What if Jack and Balam are working together?
A city detective in bed with the Russian mob?
(chuckles) I think it's a little more complicated than that, Miss Sinclair.
Well, it makes sense if you think about it.
Why didn't Jack get the death penalty?
He killed a police officer.
But... It's not just Jack.
I have a whole list of names.
- Don't worry. Your name didn't come up. - (chuckles)
Well, police corruption,
that poses a fundamental threat to our security, our very way of life.
It impacts everything,
from how we protect our neighborhoods
and verdicts handed down in the courts.
If you have information, I think you should come forward with it.
I plan to.
I just wanna make sure I understand everything before I present the evidence.
Good. Good.
Well, let me know if there's anything I can do to help.
Will do.
Here's my direct number.
You don't have to worry about Mark Crane.
(cell door opens)
Stone, you have a visitor.
Hello, Mr. Stone.
Miss Sinclair.
I've been looking forward to your visit.
How do you know who I am?
What are you gonna do with the information I sent you?
That was you?
What do you want?
Use the information, Miss Sinclair.
(handset settles in cradle)
(door opens)
(door closes)
(fingers snap)
William. Come on.
You're like a walking roadblock.
Move! (chuckles)
- Mmm. Hey. - Hi.
WOMAN: Happy birthday.
Because you are my anchor,
and no matter how rough the seas of life get,
I know that you will always be there for me.
- I love you. - STONE: I love you.
(knocking)
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.
Are you... you Jack Stone?
Thanks for your help earlier.
What do you mean?
Never mind.
I'm William.
Pretty important around here.
When there's blood to be cleaned up off the floors,
I'm the one they call.
You can imagine this place keeps me pretty busy.
You know Balam?
Yes.
Yeah, everybody's afraid of him.
Semyon's his cousin.
You pushed his face into the...
I know who Semyon is.
But you're not afraid of Balam?
No.
You know where Balam's cell is?
Everybody knows where it is, but nobody goes there,
not even the guards.
Well, the good ones anyway.
I like your bracelet.
Were you in the navy?
It was a gift from my wife.
She's gone now.
(sighs)
That's sad. I'm sorry.
Ha, ha! (yells)
(women clamoring)
(alarm blaring)
Get off me! Don't touch me!
Hold up. I'll take her from here.
You two are needed in "D" block.
Come on, honey.
Isn't solitary the other way?
Shut your face.
Cousin, why am I here? Everything is fine.
There are three reasons why I choose to live in a prison.
Protection from my many enemies.
It provides a blind spot
to keep my many business dealings off the government's radar.
And finally,
control.
Control means power.
It means order.
Control means respect.
I know all this!
Nothing happens in this prison
without my approval.
When someone takes it upon themselves
to operate on their own volition,
that shows me disrespect.
I do not tolerate disrespect,
even from my own cousin.
I would never disre... (muffled shouting)
Taking a percentage of inmates' goods
without my permission...
disrespectful.
Setting up drug deals, both in and out of these walls,
behind my back?
Very disrespectful.
- (groans) - (body thuds)
Trying to kill Jack Stone and take credit...
that is very disrespectful.
(groans)
Such a shame.
Your face is the mixture of beauty and tragedy.
- (muffled shouting) - Like Vasily Perov painting.
Why would you risk damaging something so priceless?
You must know Katherina is under my employment.
That means she is also...
under my protection.
So when you are fighting Katherina,
you are also fighting me.
Do you wish to make me your enemy?
Because if you care so little...
for something so beautiful,
perhaps you do not deserve it.
I will take it and place it on my wall,
where it will not be abused by you.
(gasps, coughs)
(gasping)
You represent me in all that you do, Cousin.
Your failure to kill Jack Stone
becomes my failure.
And in the eyes of the other inmates,
that shows weakness.
Weakness leads to dissonance,
which can quickly turn to revolt.
Please, Cousin, give me a second chance. I won't let you down.
No.
Jack Stone's defiance cannot go unanswered.
I need you both to spread the word.
One hundred thousand dollars to the man
that brings me Jack Stone's head.
INMATE: Kobe!
You're in trouble now.
Balam's gonna pay anyone who'll kill you $100,000.
That goes for guards too.
What are you gonna do?
Most inmates won't make a move.
They don't want more time on their sentence.
I'm not worried about it.
Most guards are good.
Just stay away from the bad ones.
How will I know who the bad ones are?
They'd be the ones who'll let you get killed.
Everybody out!
Come on!
- INMATE: Aw, man! - Now!
INMATE #2: That means you, Martinez.
GUARD: Come on. You too. Hey. Over there.
Out. Move.
Who are you?
A friend.
Well, how did she get all that information?
Come on, she's got lists of names, contacts, buyers, sellers.
Do not forget who you're speaking with.
Come on, man, she's got proof.
Paperwork, disks, thumb drives.
That's impossible.
I was told it was all burned.
- Look, I am not going down for this. - Then it's simple.
The woman must die.
All right.
All right, I'll take care of her.
What about Stone?
He will be dead by the end of the day.
(car alarm chirps)
- (cell phone rings) - (gasps)
- Allison. - I'm at the airport.
I'll meet up with you later tonight. All right?
(door closes)
(dryer buzzes)
(baton clatters on ground)
Really? Think about it logically.
- There are, what, eight of you? - There's nine of us.
- Fine. Eight and a half. - Hey.
I know a hundred grand sounds like a lot of money,
but it's really not when you think about it.
Once you divide it up amongst yourselves, you're looking at, what?
About 11 grand each?
Eleven thousand sounds just fine to me.
Not when you factor in the risks.
What's he going on about?
Is $11,000 worth a fractured skull?
Ruptured eardrum? Maybe a broken femur?
Cracked ribs? Collapsed lung?
Shards of your nose stuffed up into your brain.
They're smarter than they look.
Whoo-hoo!
- (laughing) - Oh, my God.
It's okay. I'm sor... I'm sorry.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
No. No.
- No! Geez. - (laughing)
That must have been some visit, huh?
He just wasn't what I expected. He just...
(sighs)
Oh, what's wrong?
I've been going about this all wrong.
I don't think I've ever seen you so passionate about a story.
This whole time, I have been trying to connect Jack Stone with the corruption,
which is why I was getting nowhere.
All of this... this is about Balam.
His drug network, his suppliers, his buyers.
It's all these names.
City officials, police officers.
And the list is long.
- What are you gonna do about it? - Cross-check everything, make sure I understand it all
and make a call.
(chattering)
What?
Balam said I need to...
apologize.
I am waiting.
I'm...
- (alarm blares) - Yeah!
GUARD: Move away. Move away.
Let's go, princess.
- Will she be okay? - Mind your own business.
(monitor beeping)
WOMAN: BP: 126 over 78.
Pulse: 65.
Pupils are dilated and nonresponsive.
- WOMAN: Another? - MAN: No. Let's let her sleep it off.
Just make sure the next shift gets that file.
(door closes)
(water splashes)
(grunts)
(squeaking)
(closes)
(sighs)
Hey, Stone, your lady friend is back.
(door closes)
Jack, I read about your wife.
I'm so sorry.
So you've figured out I wasn't working for the Russian mob like the paper said?
But I did find out who was.
Once I went to my partner, told him what I found,
he went to the mob.
(woman screaming)
They ordered a hit on me, and that's when Elizabeth was killed.
(groans)
- (gunshot) - And I killed him.
(grunts)
What are you gonna do with the information I sent you?
Jack, I know why you're here.
You're gonna get yourself killed doing this.
What happens to me doesn't matter.
This is about those responsible.
(men chattering)
I'm totally allergic to onions, and the waitress comes over, like,
"What, you don't like no onions in your tacos? They're not for you?"
And I'm, like, "I just can't eat 'em.
I get sick." (continues, low)
(imitating Mexican accident) "No onions. Onions are no good for you."
(men chattering)
Yeah? Is she happy? Is she happier?
Yeah, she seems happier. I got a full-time job now.
(door closes)
Excuse me, Doctor.
(chuckles) That's very flattering, William, but I'm just a nurse.
- Just a nurse? - Mm-hmm.
Well, I hear the nurses do all the work
while the doctors are all off golfing somewhere.
(chuckles)
Okay, charmer, spit it out. What do you want?
Uh, well, I was hoping you could
answer an embarrassing medical question for me.
Ohh.
(chattering)
How long have you been undercover?
You're still alive?
If I were a betting man, you'd make me rich.
Which one is it? FBI? CIA?
FBI.
This place has been plagued with corruption for years. We didn't know how deep it went.
Every time we get the evidence we think we need,
it mysteriously disappears.
You know why I am here?
You gonna stand in my way?
(chattering)
I've been here for six months. I'm not gonna get anywhere as long as Balam is around.
He's lining too many government pockets to ever get a conviction.
Now, as soon as I knew you were coming in,
I knew I had the missing piece to make a difference.
Here they come.
MAN: Hey!
Oh, yeah!
There's more than just me here. Get ready to move when the time comes.
GUARD: Back it off! Back it off! Back it off!
(mumbling)
By the time I'm done with this, I'm gonna be fluent in Russian.
Mm.
(imitating Russia accent) How do you say...
"Jack, you're so sexy. I need you. I want you."
- You need help. - (laughs)
- I need boyfriend. - Mm.
(normal voice) I mean, really, why don't you hire a translator for all this?
The information's too sensitive.
If everything I've seen here is true,
a lot of people are going to prison.
(no audible dialogue)
When you transferred in here six months ago, they told me two things.
One, that you were a nonviolent offender.
And two, that I should give you trustee status.
I've never had a reason to question those until today.
William, I have to say, I'm very disappointed in you.
Three inmates say they saw you pick up Losif
and throw him over that railing.
Now, I wanna know why you'd do such a thing.
Romans 13:4...
"If thou do which is evil, be afraid:
for he beareth not the sword in vain:
for he is a minister of God,
a revenger who will execute wrath
on him who doeth evil."
I'll be honest with you, William.
The Bible came with the office, okay?
Now, if you wanna put your faith in God to save you, that's up to you, but...
but the truth is, behind these walls,
I'm the only savior you need.
And trust me, son, you need saving.
Losif was Balam's boy.
Now, if I try to put you back in "A" block... hell, any block...
you'd be dead by the end of the week.
Oh.
Well, can you help me?
Well, it's not a question of can I.
It's more a question of will I.
I don't know. Will you?
Yes, for a price.
Well, I-I don't... I don't have any money.
You don't.
But I'm certain you got some friends or relatives out there
that could scrounge up some cash for you, save your hide,
that is if they think your hide needs saving.
My brother's got money.
Well, there you go.
Now, is your brother's love for you worth, say, $10,000?
I don't... I don't know.
I'll tell you what.
Why don't you go back out and get to work and think about it, okay?
When you're ready to give your brother a call, you let me know.
But you better think quick. Huh?
'Cause you know how communication works in this place.
Balam's probably already found out what you did.
So if my brother pays you $10,000,
will you promise not to let me get killed?
My hand on the Bible.
I need to speak with Mr. Johnson, please.
- Do you have an appointment? - No, but it is important.
It always is.
- MARK: Is there a problem here? - I need to speak with the DA.
Oh. More conspiracies.
Look, Miss Sinclair, if you have a problem, call the FBI.
You're going down with the rest of them.
(speaking Russian)
(security door buzzes)
What the hell?
Not feeling well, princess?
ALL: Ohh!
(gagging)
(security door buzzes)
Move! Move! Back!
Get out of the way! Get out of the way!
Stay back!
Don't touch me! Get away from me!
WOMAN: Watch out! Watch out!
- (grunts) - What?
(grunts)
- You okay? - Yeah.
All right, let's get these guys in.
Are you sure we can trust him?
As long as Balam has the power, we can't get what we came for.
Jack's just a means to an end.
All right,
- you ready? - Mm-hmm.
Okay, let's go.
(speaking Russian)
Is this true?
Is this you?
Dad?
(blows)
(spraying)
I've been lied to my whole entire life. I thought you were dead.
I stayed away to protect you.
I was told that you were some national hero,
sacrificing a life with his family for the love of his country.
- And I... I accepted that. - Olesya, I...
Did Mom know what you are?
I do not know what you've been told,
but it is not true.
Drugs.
Weapons. Human trafficking?
I mean, I couldn't even bear to read the rest.
It was just page after page, and it...
Standing by.
(body thuds)
I'm in.
(typing)
(beeps)
For once, be a man.
Tell me the truth.
I want you to look me in the eyes
and tell me that all of those things I read in those files are not true.
Those things, they are not true.
You're not even man enough to admit it.
You know what? You... You made a choice a long time ago
not to be a part of my life.
So I'm making a choice right now never to be a part of yours.
I don't want anything to do with you.
I don't know what you are.
But I don't ever wanna find out.
Olesya, you're not safe now!
They'll come for you!
Then I guess this is the last time you'll ever see me.
(door opens)
I have Balam and a guard escort leaving the visiting area.
Semyon is in "A" block.
(typing)
Fedor and the rest of the crew are in the sublevel waiting for Balam to return.
And Jack's in solitary.
Okay, Jack, let's see if you're as good as they say you are.
(security door buzzes)
What are you messing with?
You answer me.
Solitary, go to nine.
It's Will, your cleaner friend.
I take it this is not a social call.
I got the control hub. My partner's got surveillance.
We're going to help you get to Balam.
Which way?
Head right.
WOMAN: Go left.
Door 5B.
5B. 5B.
(beeps)
(buzzes)
23C.
(security door buzzes)
(buzzes)
(buzzing)
I have a guard at the door.
All right, Jack, we're running out of time.
Just get me as close to Balam as possible.
He's getting close to you, Jack.
- (buzzes) - I left my keys in the box. Open up.
- (buzzes) - Open the door. I'd like to go home.
- (buzzes) - Open the door.
MAN: Eric, wake up!
- (buzzes) - Eric!
- Wake up! I wanna go home! - (buzzing)
- What's going on?
Sorry, sir. I left my keys inside,
and that knucklehead probably fell asleep.
(sighs, clicks tongue)
(lock rattles)
What's going on? Come on! Open up! Come on!
Hey! Hey, open the door!
- Come on! - (banging)
Jack, we've lost our eyes.
We're not messing around here. Open it up.
- Hey, open. - Hurry up!
We're screwed. They're here, Jack.
- Open them all. - What do you mean open them all?
Hallways, cell blocks, everything. Open them!
(security doors buzzing)
(beeping)
(security doors buzzing)
Back... Get back... Back in your cells!
Initiate lockdown protocol! No one in or out!
This is a level-one emergency!
(alarm buzzing)
(all shouting)
Yeah! Ha, ha!
Come on!
Back in your cells.
Go, go, go!
(shouting)
10-34! 10-34! Greater need of assistance!
(women screaming)
Guard!
Guard! Guard! Call them off!
My money is on the inmates.
No!
Hey, they want me for dead!
(screaming)
I was just about to come for you.
(speaking Russian)
No! I want Stone!
INMATES: Ohh!
(rings)
- (beeps) - Hello.
- MAN: It's time. - Great.
Best news I've heard in a long time.
Don't forget to clean up. Your money is waiting for you.
I'll get on it.
- (sighs) - Good news?
The best. This job's finally done.
I want everything.
I need all the original files.
Allison?
Disks, thumb drives, everything.
Get up now.
Stone!
Lieutenant.
Lieutenant, any sign of the warden?
- No. - Balam's close. Don't let me stop you.
(speaking Russian)
(screams)
Now get up and give me everything or I will shoot you.
You aren't gonna shoot me, Allison.
Believe me, I want to.
What are you doing? You're my friend.
They offered me a lot of money.
You're cheap labor, Allison.
Probably hired to watch and observe but not to act.
That's where you're wrong.
FBI, Miss Sinclair.
William, about got your empty head shot off.
Now, get out of the way so we can teach...
GUARD: Get out of here!
No, no, no... (groans)
I'm sorry, man. Sorry, man.
It's just my job, all right? (panting)
Okay, okay.
W-William?
No, no, no. No, wait.
Wait just a second.
I got... I got... I got money.
I got... I got drugs!
I got... I got whatever you need. Come on.
Don't you... Fr-Freedom!
I can get you freedom! I'll get you out of here!
Please. Please don't.
The Bible. The Bible. Remember the scriptures!
- You're a man of faith. - I do remember.
- Clear! - Clear!
Clear!
Take a left.
Stick on me!
(men shouting)
BALAM: Stone!
Stone!
Your wife, Elizabeth.
It wasn't personal. Just business.
You made this personal...
by dragging my daughter into this.
They'll kill her because of you!
They're gonna kill her because of you!
Get on the ground!
Get against the wall!
(all shouting)
Down! Get down! Get down!
Break it up! Break it up!
MAN: Two in!
Clear!
- Clear! - Last man!
Clear!
(door opens)
Jack?
Do what you came to do?
I did.
Why did you let me?
I lost my partner a few years back.
Balam had him skinned, cut into pieces.
Mailed the parts to his family.
You did what no one else had the balls to do.
(grunts)
Uh, meet my new partner.
Agent Childs.
You all right?
I've had worse.
All right, let's go.
Look, off the record, I'd like to thank you for what you did.
By eliminating Balam and his men, you've opened the pathway.
An opportunity to clean house, not just here, but downtown.
I appreciate that, but I should be thanking you guys.
Well, don't thank us just yet.
Yeah. We still have to arrest you.
- (chattering) - MAN: Oh, there he is.
REPORTER: Massive arrests throughout the city, including government officials and police.
District Attorney Johnson has been arrested as well.
There have been speculative rumors surrounding Mr. Johnson for months
since the story originally broke.
Rumors of embezzlement, jury tampering and even attempted murder,
among a host of other charges.
(no audible dialogue)
Sync and corrections by explosiveskull www.addic7ed.com
♪♪ (rock intro)
MAN: Huh!
♪ Every step ♪
♪ Is carefully planned ♪
♪ For me to meet you ♪
♪ Hand in hand ♪
♪ The time has come The stage is set ♪
♪ What's about to happen you will never forget ♪
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ The devil's gonna take you ♪
♪ My time My turn ♪
- ♪ I win You burn ♪ - ♪ I am coming for you ♪
♪ For the last time, it's goin' down ♪
- ♪ I'll find you It's my town ♪ - ♪ I am coming for you ♪
♪ I'm empty I'm cold ♪
- ♪ My anger controlled ♪ - ♪ You had it coming to you ♪
♪ You think it's over You're dead wrong ♪
- ♪ Sit tight 'cause it's on ♪ - ♪ I am coming for you ♪
♪ Ow ♪
♪ It's crashing down ♪
♪ Overhead ♪
♪ You took my world You left me for dead ♪
♪ Ooh, no, I can't feel anymore ♪
♪ I'll take you down to the floor ♪
♪ I'm gonna break you in a million pieces ♪
♪ You can't hide ♪
♪ The devil's gonna take you ♪
♪ My time My turn ♪
- ♪ I win You burn ♪ - ♪ I am coming for you ♪
♪ For the last time, it's goin' down ♪
- ♪ I'll find you It's my town ♪ - ♪ I am coming for you ♪
♪ I'm empty I'm cold ♪
- ♪ My anger controlled ♪ - ♪ You had it coming to you ♪
♪ You think it's over You're dead wrong ♪
- ♪ Sit tight 'cause it's on ♪ - ♪ I am coming for you ♪
♪ Ahh ♪
- ♪ My time ♪ - ♪ My time ♪
- ♪ My turn ♪ - ♪ My turn ♪
- ♪ I win You burn ♪ - ♪ I am coming for you ♪
♪ For the last time, it's goin' down ♪
- ♪ I'll find you It's my town ♪ - ♪ You had it coming to you ♪
♪ I'm empty I'm cold ♪
- ♪ My anger controlled ♪ - ♪ I am coming for you ♪
♪ You think it's over You're dead wrong ♪
- ♪ Sit tight 'cause it's on ♪ - ♪ I am coming for you ♪♪
♪♪ (ends)