Let's go!
Get down!
Get over here!
I love it!
Shut up!
Big fun.
Charlie, unload the cash drawers.
Hot.
What the fuck!
Charlie.
Go check it out.
Mom! Mom!
Shut up!
Don't you fucking move.
Relax, man. I'll buy the
damn thing, all right?
Charlie!
- Son of a bitch.
- Shut up! Go check it out.
- Screw that business, man.
- Hey.
I said, "Check it fucking out." Now!
Fuck, man.
Why the fuck I got
to baby-sit? Charlie!
Charlie!
- My baby...
- Shut up!
Come on.
Is somebody playing with me?
Somebody thinking they can fuck with me?
I'm going to kill Miss Tinselteeth.
You wanna play? Okay, come here.
Try me.
Son of a bitch!
Joe, what the hell's going on?
You're still on suspension.
Let me see you sweet-talk
your way out of this one.
Huff.
What have you got to say
for yourself this time?
You got to clean up on Aisle 4.
Better not shoot me, baby.
Man, that's bullshit.
Try it up here, motherfucker.
Come on. That's it.
Give me some head, baby.
All right, brother.
Come on, man.
Well, that's cute, baby.
Look at what I got here.
Try that, motherfucker.
I demand the death penalty
Court will come to order!
The jury has found the defendant
guilty of murder in the first degree.
I hereby sentence you to 45 years,
in the State Penitentiary
without possibility of parole.
Yo, Fido!
Here we go. Soup's on, my man.
What's up? Aren't you hungry?
Come here.
Listen up. You're gonna have to eat
your grub if you wanna be a stud.
Yeah, that's easy for you to say.
Go away.
Why don't they ever listen?
Eat your food.
- What?
- Joe Huff? FBI.
Officer Huff, this is Special Agent
Frank Cunningham.
He's aware of your three-week
suspension for insubordination.
Chains Cooper. Runs the
Brotherhood in Mississippi.
They've been on a killing spree.
Three local religious figures were
murdered there in the last month.
They convicted one
Brotherhood biker of it.
The day after the sentencing,
the judge was found dead.
Yeah, I read about it.
We know they're responsible,
we just can't prove it.
We also suspect them of
working with the Mafia.
They're trying to branch
out nationwide into drugs,
contract hits,
prostitution, you name it.
Washington wants to shut them down.
So then you're not investigating me?
You've logged more biker-related arrests
than any other officer in Alabama.
How would you go about
nailing these guys?
The agent infiltrates the organization,
turns a witness, sets up a
sting, nabs them in the act.
That's right, isn't it?
Yeah. I'd give him three days before
they drag his ass down the interstate.
- Don't you think if they take a prospect...
- Prospect?
- A prospect's a new member on probation.
- Like a fraternity brother?
Yeah.
How do you feel about working in
Mississippi under FBI jurisdiction?
We can arrange to have
your suspension lifted.
We want you to go undercover
inside the Brotherhood.
Agent Dockery will be
your contact in the field.
Call me Lance.
No sale. I think I'll
sit out my three weeks.
Well, Huff, your three week suspension
just became six months. Without pay.
- On the other hand...
- That's blackmail.
No, the FBI doesn't
believe in blackmail.
The choice is yours.
Good morning. It's 6:02, time to rise
and shine. Glad you're aboard with us.
This can't be happening to me.
I got caf au lait here. I've got
croissants and those beignet-type things.
Even got a bran muffin to get you started.
Are you a bit cranky this morning, Joe?
I wasn't until you showed up.
Okay, fine. So let's rap.
The sooner we get started...
The sooner we can stop
the forces of evil, yeah.
I thought maybe we could set
up some lines of communication
and talk about a general plan of action
where you can reach me; phone number,
beeper. Since I am your partner.
I don't work with a partner, man.
Joe, do you have a dog?
What's the matter? Haven't you
ever seen one of those before?
Yeah, but not quite that well-made.
- Wake up, baby. You'll be late for work.
- Okay.
- Say hi to the schmuck.
- Hi.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
I thought I'd help you
out on your first night.
Blend into the background incognito.
The collar up is no
good, right? I knew that.
Come on, you're ruining
the whole goddamn...
Why don't you rub some
grease on your hair?
No, I draw the line at that.
If I get any germs, I'll be eating the
whole spectrum of antibiotics for a week.
- What's the matter with you?
- I'm a little phobic, okay?
Just a little bit hypochondriacal.
It's a problem, but I'm dealing with it.
- Does Cunningham know you're out here?
- No.
- Then what are you doing here, Lance?
- Facing my fears?
Follow me.
This club's one of six
owned by the Brotherhood.
Truckers get their rocks off
by watching the girls dance.
- Are you paying attention?
- Yeah.
The girls sell speed back to the truckers.
That's where your bank is.
- And get two cold ones.
- May I have a glass, too, please?
There's your glass, Junior.
Casanova with the broad upstairs.
- The one who looks like a roach?
- Yeah, the one who looks like a roach.
That's Ice Hensley, sergeant
at arms at the Bayou Chapter.
If I rattle his cage, that puts me one
step closer to our man Chains Cooper.
I just don't know how to do it.
He does look kind of viral, doesn't he?
Tell you what. I'm going to
make some noise. Sit tight.
Excuse me. Can I have
another glass, please?
This one is filthy. Thank you.
Hey, Ice.
Answer me a question.
How come your lady's been
eyeing my tail all night?
My. What have we got here?
Looks like we got us a
grown-up version of Bam-Bam.
You sure are pretty, Bam-Bam.
- Look, I just asked a question.
- You're really a pretty boy.
Ain't he a pretty boy? Real pretty face.
How'd you like me to fuck it up for you?
What do you want?
I just got out of the pen.
I heard you boys were the heavy
hitters in town. I guess I was wrong.
- You're a yard bird, motherfucker?
- I did my time.
Pretty boy like you must
have done some painful time.
You gonna use that stick?
You wanna dance with me?
Ice, get down here!
Let me go! Get out of here!
We want our money back,
and we want it right now.
You sold us some bad shit.
I heard the bitch say haul your ass!
You can do it, or I will.
We didn't come here for no fight.
Just give us $1,000 and we're gone.
I got news for you, baby.
You're already gone.
Ice, man.
Ice! Ice, man.
You all right?
Damn, man.
Next time, mind your own
fucking business, honey.
You're welcome. He's a nice guy.
- Thanks, man. You got a name?
- John Stone.
People around here call me Gut.
Good.
The Brotherhood is having a rally
this weekend. Why don't you come down?
- I'll look forward to it.
- All right.
Let's go, asshole. Come on, Bam-Bam.
Damn!
You ran one hell of a race, dude.
Too damn good.
Fuck him over!
Hey, Stone, man.
Go on, Stone. You can get him, man.
Come on, Stone.
Is that all you've got?
Fucking wimp.
Come on, Stone. Get up!
Goddamn pussy.
Kick his ass.
Come on, Stone.
Way to go, Stone.
You beat that dude, man.
That's something I thought I'd never see.
Give me my glasses.
- All right. You were great, man.
- Yeah.
Chains, this is John Stone.
Stone, this is Chains.
- Can you get your ass out of my van?
- Chill out, man.
I heard you and Gut
tasted some tar together.
Some knuckle sandwiches.
- What club are you with?
- No club. Independent.
I want to know why your old
lady's going through my shit.
She's a cockroach.
She's my house mouse.
Go slice your wrist, Gut.
- Thanks, Chains.
- Come on, let's go party, all right?
I ain't gonna tell you again.
Get out of my van.
You did good at the Tit for Tat.
It showed some attitude around here.
Yeah, whatever. Come on,
get out of here.
Take my old lady and have some fun.
We'll talk business later.
If you're gonna talk to the Brotherhood,
you're gonna have to talk to me.
- I take it you don't want me in your van?
- You're right. I don't.
Relax, man. I'm gonna
show you a real good time.
No, you're not.
Why not?
Because unlike your old man,
I never thought a pretty lady
was something you just gave away.
I don't know, brother. Big boy rides in
out of nowhere, throwing his weight around.
- It smells too sweet. I don't trust him.
- I smell business.
You know me, baby. I'm a worrywart.
It's you and me, Stone. We're going
to get into each other's heads.
You might not like
what you find, Chains.
A member of the Brotherhood
murders a minister in cold blood.
Judge gives him a lenient sentence,
he's blown to bits in return.
The days of leniency
are over, my friends.
Gentlemen, the Gulfport chapter of
the Brotherhood sends its regards.
Got a little donation.
But you're late.
Tell me something. Why we should put up
with the bullshit if the Army wouldn't?
Fuck the Army, man.
That's just why I deserted.
Take a look at that piece of shit.
I intend to appeal this sentencing
as many times as it takes
to get the death sentence.
And as the Governor of this great
state, if you choose to elect me,
I will make the war on the
underworld my first priority.
We're gonna eight-six him. Cut him off.
I'm gonna crack the Whip.
He's as good as dead.
Who are you?
Stone. I've got a package for Chains.
Tool, it's okay. Stone, man,
where have you been?
Chains has been asking about you.
You gonna prospect or what?
I'll get you something to eat, man.
What's up, brothers?
What's up, Chains?
- What's that?
- A little present.
I think you're gonna need
this when we do business.
What is it? A letter
bomb, man? Open that.
A bulletproof vest, man.
This is government-issue.
Where did you get it?
Don't play games with me, Chains.
Half my stash is government-issue.
So's every pistol in this room.
Including that piece in your pants.
You're right, boy. Let's try this on.
Gotta see how it looks.
- Turn around.
- Jump down, turn around.
I guess it works.
Chains, my man,
don't ever play games with me, Chains.
- Ice, wait!
- This motherfucker deserves to die!
He's mine!
You've got balls of steel, Stone.
You wanna prospect with the Brotherhood?
I say no way.
This is either gonna be the
biggest pork chop I ever ate
or my bulldozer.
- This is fucking bullshit.
- What do you say?
- What's in it for me?
- Colors, man. Gut!
This may be a rag to the
walking dead out there,
but this is my flag,
my cross, my church.
And these colors don't run.
If they hit the ground even in a fight,
I will peel your skin off
with a knife dipped in shit.
I'm waiting.
All right, I'm game.
That was round one, citizen.
Our Pensacola chapter needs an ear.
- What do you mean, they need an ear?
- Mudfish.
You'll recognize it.
Tattooed. Wearing an earring like this.
Name and address.
Shouldn't be hard to find, even for you.
What did he do?
Crossed our territory with a
couple of keys of Bolivian flake.
You carrying? You got a gun?
What for?
So he'll hold still, man.
You're a hell of a dancer, man.
- Thanks, amigo.
- You've got some great moves.
You should be one of
those Solid Gold dancers.
- A performance like that, I'd take a bow.
- Yeah?
You know what? Don't fuck with me, okay?
No, seriously, take a bow.
Excuse me. Trash going out.
I know my rights! What do you want?
What are you doing?
Let me go! Fuck. What are you doing?
Police? You Federals!
What the... Let me go.
I've tattooed tits.
I've tattooed a flabby ass.
I ain't never tattooed
no corpse's ear before.
My grandfather used to take a chicken,
cut its head off, put it on the
ground and watch it run around.
I see you again, I'll introduce
you to him. Don't come back.
What comes around goes around,
you fucking pinche gringo!
Look what the cat dragged in.
Here's your ear.
How did it go, man?
Let's just say I saved the
guy a fortune in Q-tips.
These are for you,
my lovely. Smell that.
They're not exactly to die for.
The day's not over yet, man.
Tool and Nancy have got some
collecting to do downtown. Oversee it.
- That's my gig.
- It's his now.
He's not even a member.
- Are you ready?
- Do I have a choice?
There are no golden calves here, man.
- Biloxi Police.
- Hi, baby.
What can I do for you today?
I'm sending you a picture
of a guy named John Stone.
I want you to run an NCIC on him.
- I need it yesterday, all right?
- All right. I'll get back to you.
All right.
Bullshit.
- Why you take so much?
- Don't start no shit.
- Come on, Tool.
- Don't fuck with me.
See you later. Bye.
What was that behind my back?
My poor brother in Vietnam.
- What was that?
- Nothing.
- You got family here or something?
- You wouldn't understand.
- Why should I explain it to you?
- What?
- You want me to give you some money?
- You know what? They work real hard.
- Take it. Get out of here.
- Thanks.
Goddamn bikers collecting in my territory.
There's that little son of a bitch.
Oh, shit!
Stupid lady tried to hold back a couple
of hundred. Brother's would eat her...
Hey!
Come on, let's go.
Fuck you!
Can you believe this fucking guy?
You picked up the
wrong passenger, buddy.
Come on, what are you waiting for?
Freeze.
I'm not gonna tell you biker
pricks again. This is my territory.
Tell Chains to keep his
castles out of my sandbox.
Get in the car.
We're out of here.
- You like to tell me who the hell that was?
- His name's Domicci.
He got the money and
Chains is gonna kill me.
- How much was there?
- $400.
Here.
Take it.
- I can't take this from you.
- Just don't forget where it came from.
Excuse me. May I help you gentlemen?
There are to be no visitors
in this hall. Can I help you?
Fuck off. What are you looking at?
I got something for you.
I got you pineapple pizza.
- Thanks, guys.
- What is this, a giant Q-tip?
Can you see what's left?
Let's see what's left.
They left the tool.
They left the tool!
Kill me, man. Please, Chains.
- Man, we need you.
- Don't talk like that.
Tool, I'm gonna give you my...
Take that fucking harmonica
down to the parking lot, man.
Sit by the bikes.
Listen now. Know what I got for you?
This one's gonna take
care of you. Right, Marie?
You're going to marry him, right?
You're gonna take good care of him.
I'm gonna marry you myself, all right?
Warfield's killing and
underworld bikers in general
have become the campaign issue.
Executing one member of the Brotherhood,
is just a drop in the bucket.
These bikers work with
the Mafia in dealing drugs.
We must hunt them down.
Checkpoints must be set up throughout the state.
That is why, only a couple of hours ago,
I counseled the outgoing governor of
this state to call in the National Guard.
Shut if off.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
If I was there,
this wouldn't have happened.
But I promise you right now,
I'm gonna take care of Domicci, all right?
- Is that what I think it is?
- P2P.
See, now you're talking, Stone.
I know a driver itching to unload 12 tons of it.
I need protection and a buyer.
Just remember, it's my deal.
- I got a buyer.
- Who?
The wops.
- Not Domicci?
- No, not Domicci.
He's out of business.
His head is all fucked up.
You knuckle-dragging wops
should keep Domicci under wraps.
- A gift?
- Yeah, a gift.
That's very nice.
But I don't ride.
That's good. Very funny. Open it.
Listen, I got some P2P here.
This is impossible to get.
In about a week, there's gonna
be a truck coming through here
with three dozen 50-gallon drums on it.
That's enough crank to
wind up half the Gulf Coast.
Hey, I wouldn't sniff
that shit if I was you.
$50,000 a drum.
Another gift.
Let's get out of here.
I intend to appeal this sentencing
as many time as it takes
to get the death sentence.
... sentencing as many times as it
takes to get the death sentence.
... to get the death sentence.
Death.
Death. Death. Death. Death.
Open it, Poker.
You going to fuck with my serenity, Ice?
I think we should talk.
I know why you're here, man. That
fear is gonna rot your heart out.
My fear?
So far, I'm the only one who's
been doing any of the killing.
You wanna know what my fear is?
My fear is that this boy Stone has got
you wrapped around his little finger.
We have a lot at stake.
I'm afraid when we wake up tomorrow,
he's gonna be in on everything.
Gonna be in on the Whip.
I don't trust the man.
If I want to, I'll milk him to a
gourd. I'll chop his arms and legs off
and weld him into a steel
tank and drop him in the bayou.
So fuck you, man. The
Whip's mine. Covert. D-Day.
Real covert.
I don't like what I'm seeing, brother.
I don't like what I'm hearing.
It's safe.
That's what you think.
That toilet seat has not
been cleaned since VJ Day.
I think George Washington
took a dump in there.
Probably got scabies,
or eczema, or psoriasis.
I never actually sat down here. I
just hovered the whole time but...
Are you through?
Yeah, I'm through.
What's up?
Cunningham wants to move.
He figured between the ear
job and the weekly collections
we got enough for
racketeering and conspiracy.
That's weak, Lance.
What do you got?
I've got the Brotherhood
and the Mob in one shot.
I'm going to need three
dozen drums of P2P.
Transportation and an agent who's
got balls enough to pull it off.
Yeah? Fries come with that shake?
How about a witness to close the case?
- Who's your witness?
- Chains' old lady.
I need a few days to nail
her down. But I'll get her.
- Look at these two, bro.
- Toy soldiers.
What's shaking, fellas?
Mandatory registration
inspection. Statewide.
- By order of District Attorney Whipperton.
- We need to see your papers.
Boys, they want to see our papers.
I got papers. How about these?
Papers. You can use these.
Look. It'll just take a minute.
Please let us do our job.
I got a job for you.
But it's a much more righteous job.
Come on, let us out.
It is better to be first in
hell than second in heaven.
Please.
Deliver them to fucking Whip. Tell
him it's a campaign contribution.
You killed them.
This is some shit, my brother!
You killed them! What
kind of a maniac are you?
Get this bitch out of my...
Turn her out. I need a new bitch.
You know me, brother. I'll be
with you till the bitter end.
Why don't you take one of my old ladies?
Hey, brothers, something
here ain't right.
Shut your fucking mouth.
- This ain't the Brotherhood that I joined.
- Shut up.
Shut the fuck up!
We ride together. We live together.
We even die for one another.
But killing in cold
blood, that ain't right.
Chains, I think you're
way out of line, man.
You do?
He's got to go, brother.
Okay, gutless Gut. I
suggest you get on your bike.
Get on your bike.
Start it up.
This is my home, man.
I didn't mean what I said.
Open it.
- I've been looking for you.
- Where've you been all day?
What's the matter?
- Chains killed them.
- Chains killed who?
One minute it was a practical joke.
And the next minute,
there's two guardsmen dead.
You saw this happen?
I should've split this
scene before it got weird.
Before D-Day. Before Chains flipped.
Wait a minute. What do you mean
"D-Day"? What's going on here?
It's what Chains needs
all his money for.
It's why he pushed his luck with the
Mob. It's why he went for your deal.
- Do you know anything about it?
- No, I don't. I don't want to know.
Why are you interested anyway?
Because, Nancy, I want to know what
I'm getting myself involved with.
I'm an outsider, remember.
I'll tell you what.
I'm getting out of here right
now. I got to get out of here.
Before you go, remember your brand?
GFBD. "God forgives,
Brotherhood doesn't."
Come here.
You can't leave this place.
'Cause if you do,
you'll become the hunted.
Who cares, Stone?
Let him kill me. Let him try.
I'm gonna take my chances.
Nancy, listen to me.
I came to the Brotherhood
for one reason.
To get what I want and get out.
That's not to say that
I can't take you with me.
You would do that?
You'd take me with you?
If you play by my rules.
Oh, my God.
We're not sure what it
is. Stay back. Stay back.
It's pretty terrible. Some of the
worst beatings you can imagine.
He wasn't my real father.
He was just a dick.
So I split that scene.
I hitchhiked around from
here to there. Partied a lot.
Made a little money when I had to.
- Got into a lot of trouble?
- Got into a lot of trouble.
Then I ran into the Brotherhood.
They were really cool. They took me
in and made me feel like I belonged.
You know, like a family.
No "please," no "thank you."
None of that pole-up-your-ass
shit that I grew up with.
Anyway, it's completely changed now.
- What's the matter?
- Nothing.
I need to make a phone call. Sit tight.
So what's the problem?
- I think you're off the hook, Joe.
- What're you talking about, Lance?
Found two National Guardsmen
murdered last night.
Cunningham thinks he made a mistake
by putting you under so soon.
- A mistake? - Yeah.
He wants to re-evaluate.
- I can't back out now. You know that.
- Sorry, Joe. I don't give the orders.
Maybe you should.
You tell Cunningham I'm staying.
No, I can't. Joe, you're an Alabama cop.
Suddenly, you're out of your jurisdiction.
- I'm seeing it through. I got no choice.
- Joe.
Hey, Joe!
I'll see you back at the compound!
Let's dance!
Come on, cop!
Yeah!
Fuck!
Hi, there.
Come on, Joe!
Fuck you, cop.
- Is Chains there?
- No, he isn't.
Nancy, right? This is Sharon in Biloxi.
He asked me to check out a
prospect named John Stone.
A friend here let me access the mainframe.
There's something funny.
Stone's driver's license is cross-indexed
with a guy in Mobile named Joe Huff.
Joe Huff. Got it?
Yeah.
Yeah, I got it.
Fuck.
Have a good time.
- What's wrong?
- That was some disappearing act.
- I had business.
- Business?
John Stone business?
Or Joe Huff business?
What are you talking about?
A sister from the Highway Patrol. She
said the names are cross-referenced.
So I got a few names.
Look, Stone. There's a
lot of things I can accept.
And there's even more I can ignore.
Look at me, right at me,
and tell me you're not a cop.
You're right, I'm a cop. Satisfied?
- Hold it down, brothers!
- Shut the fuck up.
I don't know what to say about Ice except
that he used to run his mouth a lot.
- We all know that.
- Yeah!
But we cut him slack.
Because he took care of business.
Which is why we loved him as a brother.
If you tried to out-party him,
he'd leave you in the ozone.
If you tried to out-ride him,
you'd crash and burn.
If you tried to fight him,
he'd cut your balls off and
give them to you on a plate.
He was cold.
So let's send this prick to Valhalla.
So where the hell is he?
- What's up, Cunningham?
- I'm getting a shit load of heat on this.
You better know what you're doing.
Sir, Joe's come this far.
I've got a good feeling about the sting.
Can we talk about that?
Chains and I will make the buy from
Martinez, down at the fish factory.
- You know the place?
- Yeah. I know where it's at.
The buy goes down tomorrow night.
We get the truck from Martinez,
we move the drugs down to North Point
where the Mob is gonna be.
Then we'll get both the Mob
and the Brotherhood in the act.
Don't fuck this up.
You're late.
I'm late.
- Any problems?
- No.
Can I talk to you for a second?
You know, Stone,
I've been thinking.
I've been getting $50,000
for turning over $1 million.
Let's take a walk. Chains.
We had a deal.
We had a non-negotiable deal.
Yeah, well, Stone,
everything is negotiable.
Everything.
I got my negotiator right here.
I'll check with my boss.
I guess we decided not to negotiate.
What happened?
You follow them.
Greek, Mudfish, you ride escort.
Damn.
- I died good tonight.
- But you ruined the shirt.
Hold this.
- Hello.
- This is Checkpoint Two.
They just turned south off
Highway 10. What's the deal?
Huff? It's Lance. Is everything okay?
You're a cop.
You're a fucking pig!
Good going, you just
said hello to my witness.
You're fucking using me.
You're a fucking cop!
Look, when this deal
goes down, everyone burns.
Old ladies included.
- Fuck yourself.
- Nancy, listen.
If you cooperate, I can
guarantee you immunity.
Relocation.
But you're gonna have to trust me.
What's going on, Chains?
I thought this was my deal.
- Why the switch?
- Time to crack the fucking Whip.
What's the matter? Don't you trust me?
It doesn't matter where.
This is how I do business.
Fine. We'll settle up later.
Get off my horse.
I'll get back to you.
Joe, what happened out there?
Chains pulled a switch on me.
The deal happened at another location.
Terrific. So we got $1 million
of P2P out on the street?
As if that wasn't enough,
I overheard one of the brothers
say they're gonna crack the Whip.
- As in Whipperton?
- Yeah.
- We just dropped a dime on your boy.
- You better call Cunningham.
Shit!
I got to stop that truck.
You can't go back. They must
be on to you by now, Joe.
If they were, I'd be dead by now.
Look, Lance, there's a time to turn it on.
- Pull it over.
- Fuck you!
The trailer's loose.
Here you go. $200,000 for the weapons.
$50,000 for the chopper.
Be back at 2200 sharp,
or we're both in deep shit.
Rest easy. It'll be just like old times.
I can fly this baby faster
than anyone on the base.
Stone, where you been?
Been a long day or what?
What's going on?
Loosen up a little bit.
Come on, Chains wants to see you.
Hey, man.
We're having a little going-away party.
Glad you could make it.
- Who's leaving?
- You are.
Betrayal is a bitch.
A bitch.
Hola, amigo.
Long time no see.
Cmo ests, my friend?
I told you, don't fuck with me.
And what do you do?
You remember? What goes
around comes around.
God forgives, the Brotherhood doesn't.
So what?
Are you asking for my
undying devotion now?
No, Joe Huff.
I want to break your heart.
You fuck!
You know they say that the
devil was a rebel angel.
So they kicked him out of heaven.
If you wanna fuck with the living,
you got to learn to fuck with the dead.
The Whip dies tomorrow.
I guess you're gonna be my angel.
The State Capitol
courthouse is the setting
for today's controversial re-sentencing
of convicted murderer Trouble Owens.
A sworn member of the biker
gang known as the Brotherhood,
Owens was found guilty of brutally
gunning down a Baptist minister.
Security is extremely tight
here at the courthouse.
National Guardsmen can
be seen posted everywhere.
District Attorney Whipperton,
following up on his anti-crime claims
as candidate for Governor has
pressed hard for the death penalty.
Whipperton has spear-headed
the Persecution's appeal...
One-Eye. Poker.
... saying that the original
sentence of 45 years...
Greek.
... without possibility of
parole is far too lenient.
Leroy.
What about me?
You're going to be famous, Stone.
We're going to blow your
ass all over the sky.
You're gonna make a perfect
little diversion for D-Day.
Form two lines, please. Two lines.
Step over here.
Step over here, ma'am.
Thank you. Next.
Go in, sir. Thank you.
Hi, Father. How are you?
Go inside, Father. Go right ahead.
- Morning.
- Father.
Mr. Martinez.
All rise.
The Supreme Court of the State
of Mississippi is now in session.
The Honorable Supreme Court
Justice Townsend presiding.
The prosecution's appeal will be
heard from District Attorney Whipperton
representing the people
of the State of Mississippi
versus the defendant, Trouble Owens.
This court is now in session.
This will show those
bastards who's in charge.
First the courthouse.
Next, the White House!
These pigs won't even
know what hit them!
The Brotherhood must
be sent a clear signal
that the State of Mississippi will
not tolerate this assault on society.
When this ticker hits 20,
we're going to strap it
on and boot your ass out.
Having reviewed the
record of the lower court,
which is overwhelming in its
evidence against the defendant,
my colleagues and I have
come to the conclusion
that a more severe
sentence is called for.
Time for your flying lesson, piglet.
Bombs away! Strap it on him.
Get the bomb out of here!
Sorry, sir. Got to inspect your load.
This court sentences the defendant
to die of lethal injection.
What was that?
This time it's for real, asshole.
Take it down, A.W.O.L.
Hey, Whip!
Please.
You know, at a moment like this
I think of my father's last words.
Which were, "Don't, son.
That gun is loaded."
Gunshots, outside the Records Office.
- Take it down.
- You want down?
Shit. You got down.
Down! Everybody down!
Pull it up.
That's Joe! It's Joe!
Rock and roll.
We've got hostages
and we own every exit.
Make one move toward this
building and Mississippi burns!
The Whip is cracked. Come on.
Six Pack, the whole hall
of hostages is yours.
We're out of here. Let's go.
We're out of here. Pick us up.
- Mayday, Chains.
- Shut up.
Guess who, buddy? Angels don't die.
Everybody bail. You're on your own.
Get them up! Fuck! Nobody move.
Don't nobody move.
If you try to block our escape,
we'll kill them all!
No more bullshit!
Someone's coming!
Mudfish, what are you doing?
I'm telling you now, will you
just shut up, you little punk?
You're going too far. This ain't right.
Shut the fuck up! Shut up!
Don't send in any more guards!
What did I fucking tell you?
I'll fucking carve out her liver and
spit it at you, you motherfuckers!
What the hell's wrong with you people?
Anyone comes near the building,
everybody here is going straight to hell!
You just lost one of
Mississippi's finest.
We're not fucking around!
Now pull your people back!
I'm not telling you again!
Die, pig.
Time to fly, ASAP.
It's getting a little bumpy up here.
Take the fucker out.
Die, motherfucker!
No!
Welcome to my slaughterhouse.
You son of a bitch!
You're dead.
Imagine the future, Chains,
'cause you're not in it.
Let's have it.
It's all over, Huff.
Hey, partner.
It's time to turn it on.