Brick Mansions (2014) - full transcript
An undercover Detroit cop navigates a dangerous neighborhood that's surrounded by a containment wall with the help of an ex-con in order to bring down a crime lord and his plot to devastate the entire city.
Subtitles by explosiveskull
The police department has announced
the suspension of protection
in crime-ridden housing projects
effective immediately.
The homicide rate
is at its highest in 40 years.
Community activists fear the
projects, known as Brick Mansions,
will become a no-go zone.
Police checkpoints will monitor all
movement in and out of Brick Mansions.
The mayor's spokesperson confirmed
the closure of schools and hospitals
within the restricted area.
Gentlemen, this development
is a beacon of light
in our dark city.
Eco-friendly residences,
exclusive shops and offices.
All situated on 20 acres
of the most
valuable property
that this city owns.
Now, with your cooperation and your backing,
we can restore Detroit to its former glory.
Just in time for re-election.
I am so glad that we share the
same bright vision of the future.
Mr. Mayor,
this land is currently
the Brick Mansions
housing projects.
In order for this to go up,
that has to come down.
Yes. What future do you envision for
the people currently living there?
Well, as your mayor I can assure you
that all the people of this fine city
will be taken care of.
Gentlemen, to the future.
- Yo, yo, yo.
- What's up?
- Check that shit out.
- Yo, who is that?
I don't know.
What's cookin',
my brothers?
Your ass better keep
on rollin', dawg.
Change the shocks
on that bike, too.
- Whatcha doing here, K2?
- Come on now, why the hatin'?
I thought you all Towers was about
unity and shit, like Malcolm X.
Damn shame, got no niggas
like those no more.
- All we got is that punk-ass nigga Tremaine.
- Tremaine keeps his Towers fed.
Why don't you take your fat ass
back to Tremaine's block, homey?
Little man got jokes.
I got no beef with you all.
I'm looking for Lino.
He borrowed something of ours.
- Lino ain't here.
- Nah.
I'm gonna bet
Lino's up there right now,
thinking he can change the
ghetto 20 kilos at a time.
- I bet you ain't gonna find out.
- Whoa!
I'm gonna leave you
my number.
And when Mr. Clean
comes back,
you tell him
to give me a call.
Damn white sons of bitches
are good to write on.
- Skin like paper.
- Come on, K2...
Which apartment?
Find them!
Catch him, man! Come on!
Do you know where
Lino stay at?
- Yes!
- Good, show me the way.
- Where?
- Right! Right!
Right, right!
Right. Down the hallway.
Last door.
You. Knock this
fucking door down.
One...
Two...
Move!
Catch this bastard.
Lock this piece-of-shit
building down!
- She is cute.
- She got a great ass, man.
- Hi, kids.
- Hey, Lino.
Aw, hell no!
Tremaine's gonna slice
both y'all.
- What do we do?
- Who's "we?"
I'm gonna kill
this motherfucker!
- Come here!
- Get him!
Aah!
Motherfucker's
on the roof.
- Aah!
- Catch this bastard!
God damn it!
Don't let him get away!
Aww, shit.
How much do you need?
Okay. Well, we'll see
what we can do.
But never call
my cellular phone again.
Who gave K2 my number?
I can't believe he
contacted me directly.
You know what he said
that black Sasquatch...
Excuse me! Are you picking
your nose at my table?
Mr. George,
I wasn't picking it.
This is a classy place,
not the mobile abode
where you were raised.
Look at Damien.
Takes pride in his appearance.
Hygiene. Knows how to exist
in the civilized world.
Isn't that why your father
sent you to me? Hmm?!
- Yes, sir.
- Where was I?
K2 calling.
K2 loses a package.
Needs another 20 before
Tremaine flips out.
Best part?
He wants it delivered.
Like some seven-figure
Chinese take out.
Guess where?
Brick Mansions.
Now who wants to venture
into that shithole
- on a Friday night?
- I would.
Think you can
handle it?
I handle what needs handling.
All right.
My mama
be turning in her grave
if she seen me adding this much
pepper to her curry goat recipe.
You know what I appreciate
about my mama's recipe?
You get the right ingredients
follow the proper instructions,
you can never go wrong.
Which leads me
to this morning, K2.
I believe you had
the right ingredients.
You had every man
we had to spare
and clear instructions.
Bring back Lino
and my 20 kilos
that he jacked from you.
Yet here we are.
No Lino. No kilos.
Look, Big Dawg. Me
and Rayzah, you know.
Don't you go blaming this
on no woman, dawg!
That's five of my men died today
because of your little shit show.
That's five more funerals.
Five more severance packages
I gotta send out.
- - Now tell me, nigga.
Why shouldn't I make it six?
Now, I pay good money
for the service around here.
I need some good ideas.
You got any good ideas?
How about you, Smiley?
Any ideas?
No, sir.
And that's six funerals.
Shall I make it seven?
Hold up. Hold up.
Hold up.
Lino got a girl. Back in the day,
he helped her get out of the hood.
We grab that bitch, and I
swear he's gonna come around.
You know where she's at?
Yeah.
We know where she at.
Don't come back here
without her.
Yo. Trust me, man.
All right.
That's him.
George the Greek.
How long will you have been
with me now, Damien, a year?
Yeah, about that.
It's a good time for you
to see what we are all about.
Where are you going?
Go park the car in the back.
Pick it again
and I'll kill you.
Sorry, Mr. George.
Cheng, how's it going?
You kill me, Cheng.
You kill me.
Damien, Cheng.
Cheng, Damien.
Hmm.
You're a man
of many talents.
I try.
Shit, I can't see anything.
Cheng, you have
some change for me?
Cool.
I've lost 'em.
You ever been
to Southeast Asia, Damien?
No, I've never been there.
He's found the stash.
Hey, prep me 20 ki.
Twenty. It's a rush.
In Southeast Asia, the poppies
grow by the side of the road,
which is why the dope
there is worth shit.
But every time it crosses a
border, it triples in value.
It used to be that by the
time it got to the States,
there was only so much
profit you could squeeze.
And then
we got Brick Mansions.
Our very own border,
and it's less than
a mile away.
I went to
a business school.
The best business school
in the world.
Four years.
Half a million bucks.
You just have
to remember one thing.
People pay the most
for what they cannot get.
- Can I have that GPS?
- Got it.
The routes are pre-programmed.
- Don't lose it.
- Hey, boss,
that fancy school say anything about
dealing with cops staking us out?
How the hell did
they know we're here?
How did they know
we are here?
We weren't supposed
to be here.
No one knows we're here
unless that person
is already here.
I told him,
fucking told him.
Damien, you take this.
Take them out.
In the sewers!
Let's go! Let's go!
Go to the mono marker.
Come up clean!
All teams go!
Damien, follow me.
Yeah, you're right.
What the hell
are you doing?
Put it down!
Nobody move.
Those are my friends outside.
And you're all under arrest.
Now, I want you all
to put your guns in the tank.
Put 'em in the tank!
Get down on the ground. We're
gonna hang out for my buddies.
Let's move!
Let's go!
Where the fuck are you? Meet me
in the south side of the building.
Let's go!
Where are they?
We got a situation.
Who speaks Chinese?
Fuck!
Okay.
Get this bastard off my car!
Faster!
No!
Damn, this kid is determined.
Do you have anything
stronger?
I like it.
Keep it steady. Shit!
I got him! What the...!
Shit!
Aah!
Get out of the car!
Get out of the car now!
That's George the Greek.
Check your most wanted list.
I'm Detective Collier.
Undercover narcotics.
- Show us your ID.
- Sure.
Prick.
You're next.
- ID, please.
- I'll handle this.
You're all right.
I'll take over.
- How long do you need?
- One hour tops.
Here you go, sir.
Can I help you,
ma'am?
Ooh-la-la, Lola.
Nurse Clara,
there she is.
What you been up to?
Just trying to keep up with that
rascal grandfather of yours.
- So you miss me?
- Yes.
Nice.
When are we going out?
What, is this the 11th time
you've asked me?
- So you're keeping track?
- I'm sure you're really good guy
- and an even better date, but...
- What's that supposed to mean?
The parade of women I've seen
you bring through this place.
Come on, that's all for the grandpa.
He lives vicariously through me.
Well, when you're ready to live your
life for a little less of a thrill,
why don't you give me a call?
What he doing out there
anyways?
He thinks we don't
know what he's up to.
Are you kidding me? Come on.
- I'm gonna have to kick his old ass.
- All right.
- I'll see you. Twelfth time is a charm.
- Can't wait.
Grandpa,
what was our deal?
One a day.
Well, what's all that down
there on the ground?
Come on. How many pleasures
I got left, huh?
I can't even enjoy
reading my paper.
Explain this to me.
He's a bad guy,
and we took him down.
Damien, I buried a son
who thought taking down
bad men was more important
than keeping a good one alive.
I don't wanna bury
my grandson, too.
Most of what you read in here
is blown out of proportion.
You can't believe
everything that you read.
Like where it says:
"The unidentified
undercover,
hanging on
at 80 miles an hour..."
Exaggeration.
"Over 300 rounds fired."
It was like
a hundred rounds. Maybe.
I am so close
to taking down Tremaine.
So close
to making him pay.
Revenge and justice
are not the same thing.
- They never are.
- You say that every time.
You are all I've got left.
And I'm going to be around
for a very long time
because I'm a very
healthy old man, okay?
I'm not going anywhere.
I promise you.
Well, if you're not
going anywhere,
before you go,
- there's a certain... Well...
- Clara.
- Yeah, Clara.
- I'm getting there.
I'll be dead before you get
there at the rate you're going.
- You see that guy over there?
- Yeah.
His grandson is
a famous athlete.
He couldn't get
to first base with her.
Maybe you could brag
about me a little bit.
- Put in a good word for me.
- I do all the time.
All right,
so here's the deal.
I'll get
this one last scumbag.
I'll settle down with a girl
like Clara.
And you keep these
to one a day.
Ha.
I'll cut these out
altogether right now
and you forget about going
after that last scumbag.
Yeah.
Just like I thought.
Move, bitch.
Mmm.
Yo, Latina,
where you from?
Brazil, Mexico?
What's going on here, Rayzah?
Nothing.
Let me get down to business.
Lola, please.
What do you want?
Your boyfriend.
I don't have a boyfriend.
What, you and old Lino
broke up?
Ain't seen him in years.
- That's not what I heard.
- Really? Well, I guess you'll just have
- to add me to the list then.
- And what list is that?
The list of people who don't
give a shit about what you heard.
Oh, that's cute.
You listen to this.
I suggest we get along.
Because your pretty ass
ain't going nowhere
until Lino shows up.
- Hey, Lola.
- Lino, what the hell are you doing?
If you're going to be mad,
I can go.
This is some bullshit,
I know it.
Can you two work out
your relationship issues
when he don't got
a gun to my throat?
Him having a gun
to your throat is the issue
with our relationship.
Everybody, just cool down.
Take the shot?
Nigga's got this
fucking .45 against my neck.
- He's mine.
- Everybody, cool out.
Move!
You too.
Tell Thyroid Gland
to step off.
Ease back. Back!
Let's negotiate. Talk is
cheaper than blood, man.
Stop selling dope
in the neighborhood.
End of negotiation.
Don't shoot!
Let this mad man through.
One-time offer, Lino.
I forget about the 20 ki's.
Let you go back to your
pretty tower, live in peace.
And we stay out
of each other's business.
Not good enough.
How far are we gonna walk
before one of these niggas
put a shot in your back?
- Maybe you get hit.
- Back!
Maybe I get hit.
Maybe we all die.
Maybe your pretty girl
get hit.
Back off!
My boys are
going to kill you, Frenchy.
Then go back and burn down your
pretty building to the ground!
And for what, huh?!
There ain't no more heroes
around here, Lino.
I'm not so sure about that.
Come on,
you son of a bitch!
Move!
Un-fucking-real.
He's locked the door
from the outside.
Fucking serious?
Open the door.
Thyroid Gland's a little
sensitive about his weight.
Get out!
Aah!
The only way out of this ghetto
is with a tag on your chest.
That's why they call it
a ghetto. Shut up, move.
Not my Mustang, Lino.
That's my baby.
Keys! Son of a bitch!
- Get back!
- Lola, drive. Move!
- You scratch my whip, woman, you gonna regret it.
- Shut up.
- In the back.
- Man, I'm six feet three. I can't fit back there.
You're about to get
a couple of inches shorter.
Fuck.
If you scratch my car,
you're gonna pay for it.
We're going in
on these bitches!
Get 'em, Rayzah.
Shoot the tires! Shoot!
You crazy, woman!
You know how much a transmission
in one of these costs?!
I'll take care of it.
I promise.
There's no
place out of here, Lino.
Just let me out.
You can keep the damn car.
Always negotiating, huh?
It's the end of the road
for you, brother.
- For you, yes. Take us out, Lo.
- With pleasure.
Stay right there!
Open that door!
Drop it!
Drop the weapon!
Don't shoot.
Don't shoot!
Get back.
Get out of the car!
We're here to see your captain.
Don't shoot.
Get back!
- We need to talk to him. Stay cool.
- Back off.
- Look at my fucking car.
- Shut up, move!
This is Tremaine Alexander.
I'm sure you know him.
Yes, we know him.
Put your gun down, son.
Don't shoot.
I just come for Tremaine.
Nobody move.
Everybody stay cool.
Put your gun down, son. Give
me your weapon. You did good.
- Lock him up!
- Wait! What the hell are you doing?!
Let me out of here!
Hey! Hey!
Sons of bitches!
Let me out!
Hey, Mike. How's that
new house you got?
Never mind.
Get out of here, Tremaine.
Gonna be hard to keep it up
on a military salary.
Guess my donation's
been coming in handy, huh?
- Come on, Miss Lola.
- I ain't going anywhere with you.
Tremaine! You son of a bitch!
I'll kill you!
Let me go!
It's all politics, Lino.
I'm a politician.
America ain't no different
than back home.
You were just seeking a better
life in a broken system.
Problem is you think
you can save Brick Mansions.
I know it's just another third
world country.
They don't give a shit
about us.
C'est la vie.
No! Open the door!
Open this fucking door now!
- You can go.
- Yes, sir.
You gave her to those animals,
you dirty piece of shit!
Sorry, son.
Way of the world.
Like the man says,
tuition fees are a killer. Aah!
Detective Collier? The
mayor's ready to see you.
Detective, come in.
Detective Collier,
Tom Berringer.
I was on the force
with your dad.
Nice to meet you.
The Collier family has a
distinguished history with the city.
Damien's father led the last
police raid in the Brick Mansions.
His unfortunate death
pushed legislation
for us to erect the border.
He was a real hero.
From what I hear
you're a lot like him.
You have somewhat of an expertise
in terms of that neighborhood.
Yeah, I know it pretty well.
And who are we?
Major Reno. U.S. Army. Division
of Developmental Warfare.
- Pleasure.
- Detective,
there's a situation that
demands the best of the best.
Last night, a government
transport traveling at a time
and route with minimal
civilian traffic was hijacked.
What were they transporting?
NAD. Neutron assisted device.
A neutron bomb.
We prefer the word "device." Bomb
has such negative connotations.
The device was fitted with an anti-theft
mechanism which is triggered...
if the case should be opened the wrong way.
Device activated.
What the fuck?
This is not good.
Close it up, man.
This is a precaution should it
fall into the hands of the enemy.
We need you to infiltrate,
locate the device,
and contact us for the code
to disarm it.
No, it can't be done.
It would take time, planning.
We don't know where it's at.
We don't know who has it.
We know where.
Brick Mansions.
And we know who.
I've spent my entire career
trying to take down Tremaine.
But he never leaves
Brick Mansions
and there's checkpoints
everywhere.
You know the routes
around them.
Yeah,
but then what?
You have no intel inside.
No eyes.
We have your eyes.
Lino Dupree.
French Caribbean expat.
Spent most of his adult life
in Brick Mansions.
Knows it like
the back of his hand.
So the best idea you could
come up with
was to send me into this shit
with a convict as my partner
Yeah. And you got
ten hours, detective.
And that's if he cooperates.
He will.
Tremaine's got his girlfriend.
What's he locked up for
anyway?
Killed a cop.
You sure know how to sell.
Open C-12, please.
Dupree, let's go.
Transfer.
- Get in the van!
- Get in!
Need a hand?
What's the point?
We're still in here.
Not for long.
I'll be back.
Thanks.
Yeah, have a good day.
Hey! Hey. Wait!
I need the van.
You kidding me?
Who do you think you are, man?
You trying to jack me? Is
that what you're trying to do?
I don't think so.
This is my van.
It's my van. But if you want a
lift, hurry up. The bus is leaving.
Recalculating itinerary.
- Where are you going?
- Brick Mansions.
There's no way you could drive
this van past the barricades.
Two minutes ago
we were handcuffed
and in the back
of this thing.
Why are you
going to Brick Mansions?
I'm after Tremaine Alexander.
He killed a friend of mine.
The same asshole
kidnapped my girlfriend.
- Ex-girlfriend.
- Sounds like we got something in common.
- How do you plan to get inside?
- There's an old smuggling route.
Take a right at 50 meters.
Attention, prison van
This is the police. Pull over.
Better buckle up.
- I prefer to be free.
- Suit yourself.
I repeat.
Pull your vehicle over now.
Attention, all units.
This is Sergeant Mahoney.
Do not pursue the prison van.
- What's going on?
- Let the van go.
- That's an order.
- Copy.
That's a checkpoint.
Maybe we should just pray
that this GPS is right.
Wrong direction.
Please make a U-turn now.
Oh, shit!
Stop your vehicle now!
I repeat,
stop your vehicle now!
What are you doing?
Are you crazy?
You need to trust me, man!
Ah, shit.
God, I can't see shit.
Shit.
The steering's gone.
Brakes are gone!
And now we're gone.
Shit.
- Old smuggling route, huh?
- Yeah.
We got to get the hell
out of here, man.
Not "we."
What the hell
are you doing?
- You're a cop.
- Are you crazy?
Come on. I can smell
cops a mile away.
Hey, come on. You can't
leave me like this. Come on!
Help me get out.
What am I supposed to do?
Look in the police manual
under "shit happens."
Yeah,
that's really funny.
French asshole!
What you doing here, pretty boy?
Heh.
Shit.
This is your car, huh?
Hell yeah.
It's my ride.
Brakes failed, man.
So you get me out of here,
we'll sort this out.
Your health about
to fail you now.
Shit!
- He's in.
- Collier's good.
Question is can he locate
the device in three hours?
If they can stay alive. The fire
department can't send their trucks in
without them getting shot up.
It's a jungle.
That's right.
You're dead. Look at you.
Yo, put that shit down.
Put it down.
Que pasa, mamasita?
Hope you've been enjoying
our accommodations.
Hey, look.
You keep it cool with me,
I'll keep it cool with you.
I'm not really into
material things like that,
but that Mustang Cobra, I loved
it like I love cooked food.
Obviously, you don't
love it that much.
It's under powered.
What the fuck
are you talking about?
100 g's of American engineering,
and you let some chop shop put
after-market rims on it?
It throws off the balance. Certain
people just manage to screw up anything.
You're some kind of
mechanic now?
What do you know? Maybe I have
a lawyer friend who has one.
Lawyer friend?
That's who's been keeping
that hot pussy all warm
while Lino's running around
destroying my streets?
I so don't miss this place.
I'll bet there's not
too many lawyer friends
coming down to your diner
with a Mustang Cobra.
That's my part-time job. For
the record, law is my passion.
I work at a law firm in the
morning, City College at night.
I'm impressed,
Miss Independence.
So what you gonna do
when you get your degree?
I plan to petition
for community rights.
People like you remind me
why everyone hates us.
You know, I dress like this
because I'm refined.
A man of knowledge.
That's why I'm a boss,
not my guns.
Take it.
I try to impress education
on my boys over here,
but they're a different breed.
If they're not out
capping niggas in the streets,
they're in some dark room,
cappin' 'em on a video screen.
So I give 'em a job,
you know.
At least they can feed
their families.
Look, between me and you,
I like Lino.
He has a cause.
Even if it gets him killed.
That's Brick Mansions bullshit.
You and him
are a lot alike.
- I can see why y'all are together.
- Separated.
Well, don't worry, mamasita,
your hero will be here soon.
Oh, you didn't hear
the good news?
Lino escaped. I'm sure he's
going to be coming here.
And I wouldn't want to be
you all when he gets here.
Tremaine,
we all good on the roof
if you want
to head back over.
Hey, counselor, I got
some business to handle.
While I'm gone, Rayzah
here'll keep you company.
Crazy. What the fuck
I told you?
Don't you put your hands
on my chips again.
Move!
Fuck!
How'd you know
I was a cop?
You smell like a cop.
You don't belong here.
How'd you find me?
I put a bug in your pocket.
Cop tricks.
That's all you people have.
No, we have the law, which is
something you don't care about.
The law means nothing
without justice.
That's pretty high-minded
for somebody who killed a cop.
That cop was a corrupt piece of
shit, no better than Tremaine.
I'm here to find Tremaine.
I'm here to find him
before a weapon he hijacked
kills everybody inside
of Brick Mansions.
Probably didn't occur to you
that somebody on the outside
could actually give a shit about
what happens in here, now, did it?
Where's the evidence?
Standing right
in front of you.
Believe it or not, not everybody
out there is an asshole
just like not everybody in
here is a junkie or a thief.
But you enjoy yourself. And
if I find your girlfriend,
I'll tell her
you said, " Hi."
Tremaine is a monster. You have
no idea who you're dealing with.
I know exactly
who I'm dealing with.
- You don't know how to get in.
- I'll figure it out.
- With your police tricks?
- Whatever it takes.
They will shoot you and
take your badge as a trophy.
At least
I'll die trying,
which is a hell
of a lot better
than sitting around bitching
about how the world sucks.
I got a plan to get us in.
Us?
If you're not bullshitting
about that bomb,
maybe I can save Lola
before we all go down.
Heh. And the first chance you
get, what are you going to do?
You gonna put a bullet
in the back of my head?
I could've killed you
already.
So what's your plan?
- You got a phone?
- Yeah.
Tremaine. It's Lino.
I'm coming over.
So that's it? You just
throw us in the lion's den?
Which no lion
would ever expect.
This is going to be
a lot of fun.
Not bad, right?
Unh-unh.
Unh-unh-unh.
Ooh-la-la, Lola.
Aah!
Safe words are for pussies.
The important thing
to remember is that
the more it hurts you,
the better it feels for me.
- Aah!
- Where are you going?!
Huh?
I knew you'd be fun to play
with from the second I saw you.
How do you like that, huh?
I really love this game.
You wanna act like a bitch?
- Heel!
- Hey, Rayzah. I heard shouts.
You can play,
but not too hard, okay?
You are one lucky bitch.
Hey, what's up, guys?
What do we got here?
Take us to Tremaine.
K2, get your
fat ass up here! We got guests comin'.
Yeti, move it! Upstairs now!
Showtime!
Damien, see that?
Lino!
Surprised to see you
back here so soon.
- You see, he is surprised.
- Who's your boy?
- I'm his driver.
- He's a cop.
- Come for his bomb.
- Thanks. That's... that's great.
Wow.
A real live cop.
Haven't seen one of those
around here in years.
I believe the police station
closed around the same time
as the school, the hospital,
and all them other things
the government thought
we didn't need around here.
So what,
you the new sheriff in town?
I must admit
you're a brave man.
Where's Lola?
No woman, no cry.
The big man, he sang it better.
We'll get to that.
Let's talk about this bomb.
You here to buy it?
No, I came to disarm it.
That thing's gotta make you
a little bit anxious tickin'.
Tremaine Alexander don't do anxious.
I cause anxious.
Now, I could be halfway down
south before this thing goes off
or you could make
me and my peeps an offer.
I'll offer to disable it before
it blows us all up. You like that?
Oh, that won't fly. How about I just
send it back the way I found it?
K2, let the sunshine in.
Gentlemen, please,
you're gonna love the view.
Only a crazy person
would have a rocket.
When you live in a war zone,
you prepare for war.
Now, this thing is rigged to fly
straight downtown at a push of a button.
Let's talk numbers.
You'd let all those people die over money?
That's low, even for you.
Nigga, where I come from, cash
rule everything around me.
You know that one,
right?
First, I need to know
Lola is okay.
Rayzah, bring the girl
into view.
Curtain number three!
What do you see?
What do you see, Lino?
No! No, no!
Wait! No, wait!
- You wanna die here, man?
- Don't shoot!
- Calm down, man!
- No!
You gotta calm down!
Tremaine! Calm down!
Now's not the time!
Lino, not now.
Now you boys are all excited
let's do this shit
the uptown way,
on the auction-block,
all right?
I got a rocket, I got a bomb,
and I got a pretty woman.
I say we start the biddin'
at $10 million, huh?
- Do I hear 11?
- Eleven.
- Eleven million!
- Twelve.
Oh, that's a spicy bid
right there.
We're getting there now!
- Fifteen!
- Fifteen!
Now, stop the bullshit!
You tell me how much
it's worth to you.
How much are those people
downtown worth?
Because around here, we
don't seem to be worth shit.
Look around, sheriff, this
used to be a five-star palace.
Doormen,
women waitin' on tables.
Where them bitches at now? In the alley
shootin' it up or giving somebody brain?
Because of drug dealers
like you.
I didn't cause
this reality.
I just help them
ease the pain.
Now cut the bullshit, and
let's get back to that money.
It was at
15 million, right?
- Fifteen.
- Do I hear 20 million?
Okay, stop the game,
what's it gonna take?
You got three million
people downtown.
$10 per person,
price of a happy meal.
That's $30 million
for me.
- Then 30 million?
- Thirty million.
Done. Thirty million it is.
Thirty million. Sold!
To Lino Dupree and the new
sheriff of Brick Mansion!
Call your people
and make it happen.
And, Lino,
stay outta my business.
- Yes.
- Detective Collier.
Collier, why aren't you using
the encrypted phone I gave you?
It's a long story.
Where are we now?
We're close, really close.
Close enough
to punch the code in?
No. Unfortunately, no.
- What's the problem?
- The new owner wants to sell.
Are you sure
the bomb is there?
Yes. I can tell you that there's
only 48 minutes before it blows up.
Okay.
How do we proceed?
You have a Hawaiian
bank account?
I want it in cash, man.
They can't do cash.
We still got an account
in Hawaii?
- We do.
- Give him the numbers.
Bank 83675.
Bank 83675.
- Account 021084.
- Account 021084.
- 6098Z.
- 6098Z.
What's he asking?
$30 million.
Hold on. Tremaine wants
30 million for the device.
The city's damn near broke.
- That's a non-starter, detective.
- All right. Good.
You have to find
another solution.
Exactly.
All right, good, yeah.
Perfect.
That's a wrap.
They're sending the money.
- Let's go disable that bomb.
- Hold on.
Wait a minute. Let my man verify the funds first.
Bank doesn't open
for another 25 minutes.
Ah, 25 minutes.
Well, that's just enough
time for me to finish dinner.
K2, show our guests
to the Presidential Suite.
- Nice doing business with you, sheriff.
- Move!
Sometimes you don't gotta
be a rocket scientist,
just gotta have a rocket.
What's going on over there?
What the fuck do you care?
Huh?
I'm still gonna cut your ass off
even if the city pays.
Them paying depends
on two things.
Oh, really?
And what's that?
If they think
your man's bluffing.
My man Tremaine
don't bluff, bitch.
I'm sorry.
What was the second thing?
My man Lino.
Go see what the fuck's
going on over there.
What are you fucking deaf?
Go see what's going on.
Move! Face the rack.
- On your knees.
- Shit.
Hands behind your head!
I cannot be here.
I'm claustrophobic.
You move, he kills you.
If you talk, he kills you.
If you breathe.
He gonna give me a kiss?
K2, you know you said he kills you.
You mean that?
Till Tremaine
get his 30 mil,
their lives is worth
more than both of ours.
Put it this way.
They die, you die.
Okay.
See where not having
a plan gets you?
Hey, you know where the bomb is.
I know where Lola is.
And in 25 minutes,
we're heroes.
In 25 minutes,
Tremaine's gonna shoot us
and that device is gonna kill
three million people.
But when he gets his money,
everybody walks away.
There is no money.
The city can't pay.
I was just trying
to buy us some time.
Forget what I said before. Don't
trust your instincts. They're shit.
I should've killed Tremaine
when I had the chance.
Shut up.
Wait. That story about Tremaine
killing your friend, it's true?
It was my father.
He was leading some officers
on a drug raid.
He got separated
from his squad.
Tremaine's boys
captured him and killed him.
I'm sorry.
Let's go make him pay.
I need to get out.
- I need to get out.
- Shut up!
I need to get out.
I need to get out!
- Shut up!
- I need to get out.
Help him, man!
- Yes, sir.
- Stop it! Stop!
Son of a bitch!
- What happened?
- Oh, shit!
- What?
- He's not breathing.
- What?
- We gotta get him out of here.
Well, fix it.
Ah, come on!
He's not breathing!
Come on!
Okay, come on, go, go!
- Open the gate.
- You're the boss!
Hurry up and get out! Go!
Freaks.
Something don't feel right
about this, man.
You think they'll come up
with the money?
- We'll see.
- Tell me how you got that bomb again.
This dude at the base told me
about some weapons being moved.
No profile, no convoy. Shit was
easier than high school pussy.
See, that's what's bothering me, man.
You can never trust "easy."
- I'm okay.
- You're crazy.
We're out of the room.
Your turn, cop.
Is this some
kind of game to you?
Ready for a backflip?
- On three.
- Three!
Hey!
Catch them!
- Come on, get them!
- Go, go, go!
You know where we're going?
More or less!
Shit!
Damien!
What the fuck?!
Different method.
Same results.
Let's go!
KS, they're moving outside
the building.
I'm on these bitches
one time.
It's faster.
But you still need
the key.
I see 'em around the corner.
Go! Go!
- I drive!
- Get 'em! Come on!
Don't shoot.
The next nigga to shoot my car is
gonna die a lot slower than that.
- Let's get these guys!
- Come on, man!
Faster.
- Faster!
- What, you wanna drive?
- Yeah, go ahead and drive!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- I need to get out!
- What are you trying to jump out the damn car for?
- Where are you going?
- I'm trying to get rid of these guys. Will you shut up?
Ha!
I don't see them.
Where are they?
- Who taught you how to drive?
- Who taught you to speak English?
The rooftop's
back that way!
Why didn't
you tell me that?
Come on, tell me!
Which way? Which way are we...
Left! Left!
Lola and your bomb
are back there!
- We don't have much time!
- Back where?
Damn!
Stay down.
Shit.
Come on!
I told you to stay down!
Look, we can't just go running
up onto that rooftop.
That's where they're gonna
be expecting us.
You got a better solution?
- I'm working on it.
- Can you work and run?
Whoa.
Tremaine's gonna wild out.
No! This way!
They went around the corner.
Let's get these fuckers.
Stay down this time.
They're in the bus!
Shoot them!
You go around.
- Let's split up!
- Meet up behind the building.
Damien!
- Brick on windshield.
- I got it.
- On three!
- Three!
What the...?
- Shit.
- Close enough now?
Thank you.
What the fuck?
Get Defense on the line,
immediately.
Yes, sir.
Hello. What?
Okay. I'm gonna
bring it up right now.
We have an issue.
These are satellite surveillance
images from Brick Mansions
taken several minutes ago.
There's the bomb.
And what's that?
That's an old Russian
surface missile.
Has a radius of about five miles.
How the hell did they get that?
Wait. Wait.
If they launch that thing...
- The city is ground zero.
- We're gonna have to evacuate.
- No time.
- There's a fallout shelter.
It won't help us against
an NAD blast.
What options do we have then,
drone?
Too late, we'll never get
authorization just like that.
- The bank's open.
- I'll check.
I think they fooled us.
No deposit.
And you wonder why we can't
fucking trust the government.
What the hell
is going on?
Not only did they not make
the transfer...
- they're emptying all our accounts.
- Crooked evil bastards!
I'm gonna blow them fucks. Rayzah,
the motherfuckers didn't pay.
We're gonna launch!
Stay clear.
Time's up, bitch.
Downtown is about
to get remodeled.
Sorry, girl, you'd have made
a good lawyer.
What the fuck was that?
Fucking Russian piece of shit!
There goes the controller.
Now I wanna get her
out of the picture.
Be careful! You'll hit Lola.
Nah, I wanna get this
one away from her.
Trem, they took out
the fuckin receiver!
Now, I gotta shoot
the sheriff and the deputy.
Damn it. I'm out of ammo.
Let's go.
Brick Mansion gangsters!
It's time to strap up, boys!
We ride or we die!
What was that?
Looks like they shot out
the launch mechanism.
Missile can't launch.
We're still in the game.
I want the building sealed down!
Nobody in, nobody out.
Tremaine's here. It means he's
gonna push the button by hand.
There's no way we're
gonna get up there in time.
Not up, over.
Seal the building off!
Yeti, with me.
Move it!
Grr!
- That sucks.
- Excuse me.
One, two...
Hey, what are you doing?
Three, four, five...
Hey, stop that.
Six, seven.
Hey, this,
this is a bad idea.
I believe you said we were
gonna do it or die trying.
It's an expression.
Don't think.
Jump, all instinct.
It's a really bad idea.
Aah!
Take 'em out.
Block this exit, man.
Be easy enough
for a man of your size.
How much time?
We got plenty.
Got a plan?
Kick his ass.
Don't get squashed.
I'm going! I'm going! I'm going!
I'm going! Oh, shit!
- On three?
- Three. Three!
Ahh!
What are you doing?
Hurry up!
He's really pissed off!
Hey, hey! Hey, hurry!
Whew! That was
fucking awesome.
"In this great future
you can't forget your past."
I told you, Tremaine,
don't bluff.
No, Tremaine Alexander
don't bluff,
nor do I make a stupid bet.
Loosen her chains.
This game is over.
- What are you talking about?
- I'm a businessman.
I'm not gonna kill
no millions of people.
I'm gonna have the sheriff and
the hero come disarm this thing
and get it out of here
before we all get fried.
You gone soft.
You watch your tone,
woman.
Watch my tone?
What is wrong with you?!
What the fuck am I supposed
to tell the boys?
I don't care what you tell the boys.
Untie the girl!
Then maybe I should just kill
you and do this myself.
Shit! No!
I can always use a good lawyer.
Sorry for all this,
counselor.
Step away from her.
It's okay. It's okay.
So glad you boys came
to save everyone, man.
Not everyone.
Hey, Lino, they're gonna text the code.
You punch it in.
Now get down on your knees.
No, wait! Let him explain.
You gonna shoot
an unarmed man, sheriff?
At least you're gonna see
it coming.
It's better
than my father got.
What I have to do
with your father?
Lieutenant John Collier.
Collier?
They still blaming me
for that one?
He was shot raiding
your headquarters.
Raid?
They never entered
the building, man.
I saw the whole thing through
my surveillance camera.
His own men shot him
in the back,
left him for dead on my doorstep.
Cold-blooded set up.
You're full of shit.
Now get down on your knees.
Get down on your knees!
Damien,
there is a problem.
What? The number
didn't come through?
No, it did.
48216.
- That's...
- Our ZIP code.
That's all right.
Punch it in.
It wasn't supposed to be here. The
code, it's our zip. It's a set up.
Proceed to evacuation
immediately.
- Punch it in.
- Listen to the man.
- They're playing you for a fool the way they played your father.
- Shut up!
Punch in the damn code.
Give me that.
Think about it.
Why is it our ZIP code?
Don't you see? The army lost
a bomb that only kills people
in one place
where people are prowling.
But the bomb has been stolen.
Yes, and the van hijacked.
That's the story they gave you.
How come the van had no traces
of that harpoon anywhere on it?
It's a coincidence.
Give me the phone.
My instinct says
you're arming it.
Give me the phone.
- Lino!
- Sorry, partner.
Proceed code to cancel.
4-8-2...
You're gonna get us all killed.
Back off. Back off.
Stop, both of you!
- Lido, stop!
- Please evacuate now.
Okay.
No! Damien!
Please!
- Hurry up!
- Evacuation...
Oh, God.
- Collier!
- Twenty seconds.
You die now or wait five seconds
and we all die together.
Danger. Ten seconds.
Nine, eight, seven,
six, five,
four, three, two, one.
Countdown completed.
Joke's on me.
The law never protected
this place before.
Why would it start now?
I've done many bad things, but killing
your father wasn't one of them.
"Making Detroit safer
for all."
Welcome to our world.
So what are we gonna do
with this shit?
Let's give it back.
Be careful, captain.
It's very hot.
Thank you, son.
Move!
- Move!
- Let's go! Hey, caveman!
Come on, no stairs, elevator.
Let's go now now now!
This is better than
the stairs.
Yeah.
- I can't reach him.
- We don't have a satellite image,
but if the bomb went off,
we would have heard it.
I don't like this.
I don't like this at all.
He's our man. He'll get back to us.
Hello.
What do you mean
they're inside the building?
Hey,
you boys remember Lino?
My eyes in Brick Mansions.
Well, he showed me a lot.
Wow, Mr. Mayor.
Great place you got here.
Tremaine Alexander.
You could say I'm like
the mayor of Brick Mansions.
It's a pleasure to meet
my constituaries.
And on behalf of myself, our
new appointed sheriff, and Lino,
and the great citizens
of Brick Mansion...
we decided to give you
a campaign contribution.
Device activated.
What's going on?
Believe it or not,
I forgot the damn code.
So what was it again?
- Four...
- Detective...
- Eight...
- We can take it from here.
Two, one...
- Six.
- You sure about that?
I think, Lino, you said it couldn't
be six because that was the ZIP code
for Brick Mansions and that would
be too much of a coincidence.
You said
it was a coincidence.
I said they wanted
to blow us up.
This guy. I think all this jumping around
on rooftops has loosened his marbles.
You hit your head
one too many times.
You're having a hard time
remembering.
We'll take it right from...
I'm pretty sure
the last number is six.
Mr. Mayor, do you wanna
press the button?
Or do my man
Damien gotta do it?
Go for it, Mayor,
give her a push.
Stop! Stop! Enough!
What the hell happened
out there?
You had a direct order.
You played me just like
you played my father.
Yeah, and your empathy made you
soft, just like your father.
I have to make the tough
decisions for this city,
and I sent this bomb
in there
to get rid of
its biggest problem.
Come on. You know it.
They're no better
than animals.
Animals! Who's animals?
Men struggling to survive?
Or men who would destroy
a whole community
of underprivileged
women and children?
As mayor,
I have to do what's best
for all the people
of this city.
- The hard working ones.
- You mean the rich ones.
The ones that contribute.
The ones that are sick and
tired of that cesspool.
Cesspool?
You need to wake up,
my man.
These people are rising up.
And the people...
Check this out.
They're sick of you.
You can catch it on the news
in about five minutes.
The mayor
of Detroit was arrested today
after a compromising video,
posted online,
appeared to show him plotting
an attack
on Brick Mansions residence.
And I sent this bomb in there.
The demolition of
walls that divide the city
from the Brick Mansions
projects will begin next month.
With no date set
for new elections,
the acting mayor announced plans
to reopen schools, hospitals
and police stations
in the district immediately.
In the Tremaine Alexander
trial,
the jury has delivered
a guilty verdict.
The judge declared in light
of Mr. Alexander's commitment
to the community, she would give
him the minimum five-year sentence.
- A little rough around the edges, but...
- Yeah, not bad.
Subtitles by explosiveskull
The police department has announced
the suspension of protection
in crime-ridden housing projects
effective immediately.
The homicide rate
is at its highest in 40 years.
Community activists fear the
projects, known as Brick Mansions,
will become a no-go zone.
Police checkpoints will monitor all
movement in and out of Brick Mansions.
The mayor's spokesperson confirmed
the closure of schools and hospitals
within the restricted area.
Gentlemen, this development
is a beacon of light
in our dark city.
Eco-friendly residences,
exclusive shops and offices.
All situated on 20 acres
of the most
valuable property
that this city owns.
Now, with your cooperation and your backing,
we can restore Detroit to its former glory.
Just in time for re-election.
I am so glad that we share the
same bright vision of the future.
Mr. Mayor,
this land is currently
the Brick Mansions
housing projects.
In order for this to go up,
that has to come down.
Yes. What future do you envision for
the people currently living there?
Well, as your mayor I can assure you
that all the people of this fine city
will be taken care of.
Gentlemen, to the future.
- Yo, yo, yo.
- What's up?
- Check that shit out.
- Yo, who is that?
I don't know.
What's cookin',
my brothers?
Your ass better keep
on rollin', dawg.
Change the shocks
on that bike, too.
- Whatcha doing here, K2?
- Come on now, why the hatin'?
I thought you all Towers was about
unity and shit, like Malcolm X.
Damn shame, got no niggas
like those no more.
- All we got is that punk-ass nigga Tremaine.
- Tremaine keeps his Towers fed.
Why don't you take your fat ass
back to Tremaine's block, homey?
Little man got jokes.
I got no beef with you all.
I'm looking for Lino.
He borrowed something of ours.
- Lino ain't here.
- Nah.
I'm gonna bet
Lino's up there right now,
thinking he can change the
ghetto 20 kilos at a time.
- I bet you ain't gonna find out.
- Whoa!
I'm gonna leave you
my number.
And when Mr. Clean
comes back,
you tell him
to give me a call.
Damn white sons of bitches
are good to write on.
- Skin like paper.
- Come on, K2...
Which apartment?
Find them!
Catch him, man! Come on!
Do you know where
Lino stay at?
- Yes!
- Good, show me the way.
- Where?
- Right! Right!
Right, right!
Right. Down the hallway.
Last door.
You. Knock this
fucking door down.
One...
Two...
Move!
Catch this bastard.
Lock this piece-of-shit
building down!
- She is cute.
- She got a great ass, man.
- Hi, kids.
- Hey, Lino.
Aw, hell no!
Tremaine's gonna slice
both y'all.
- What do we do?
- Who's "we?"
I'm gonna kill
this motherfucker!
- Come here!
- Get him!
Aah!
Motherfucker's
on the roof.
- Aah!
- Catch this bastard!
God damn it!
Don't let him get away!
Aww, shit.
How much do you need?
Okay. Well, we'll see
what we can do.
But never call
my cellular phone again.
Who gave K2 my number?
I can't believe he
contacted me directly.
You know what he said
that black Sasquatch...
Excuse me! Are you picking
your nose at my table?
Mr. George,
I wasn't picking it.
This is a classy place,
not the mobile abode
where you were raised.
Look at Damien.
Takes pride in his appearance.
Hygiene. Knows how to exist
in the civilized world.
Isn't that why your father
sent you to me? Hmm?!
- Yes, sir.
- Where was I?
K2 calling.
K2 loses a package.
Needs another 20 before
Tremaine flips out.
Best part?
He wants it delivered.
Like some seven-figure
Chinese take out.
Guess where?
Brick Mansions.
Now who wants to venture
into that shithole
- on a Friday night?
- I would.
Think you can
handle it?
I handle what needs handling.
All right.
My mama
be turning in her grave
if she seen me adding this much
pepper to her curry goat recipe.
You know what I appreciate
about my mama's recipe?
You get the right ingredients
follow the proper instructions,
you can never go wrong.
Which leads me
to this morning, K2.
I believe you had
the right ingredients.
You had every man
we had to spare
and clear instructions.
Bring back Lino
and my 20 kilos
that he jacked from you.
Yet here we are.
No Lino. No kilos.
Look, Big Dawg. Me
and Rayzah, you know.
Don't you go blaming this
on no woman, dawg!
That's five of my men died today
because of your little shit show.
That's five more funerals.
Five more severance packages
I gotta send out.
- - Now tell me, nigga.
Why shouldn't I make it six?
Now, I pay good money
for the service around here.
I need some good ideas.
You got any good ideas?
How about you, Smiley?
Any ideas?
No, sir.
And that's six funerals.
Shall I make it seven?
Hold up. Hold up.
Hold up.
Lino got a girl. Back in the day,
he helped her get out of the hood.
We grab that bitch, and I
swear he's gonna come around.
You know where she's at?
Yeah.
We know where she at.
Don't come back here
without her.
Yo. Trust me, man.
All right.
That's him.
George the Greek.
How long will you have been
with me now, Damien, a year?
Yeah, about that.
It's a good time for you
to see what we are all about.
Where are you going?
Go park the car in the back.
Pick it again
and I'll kill you.
Sorry, Mr. George.
Cheng, how's it going?
You kill me, Cheng.
You kill me.
Damien, Cheng.
Cheng, Damien.
Hmm.
You're a man
of many talents.
I try.
Shit, I can't see anything.
Cheng, you have
some change for me?
Cool.
I've lost 'em.
You ever been
to Southeast Asia, Damien?
No, I've never been there.
He's found the stash.
Hey, prep me 20 ki.
Twenty. It's a rush.
In Southeast Asia, the poppies
grow by the side of the road,
which is why the dope
there is worth shit.
But every time it crosses a
border, it triples in value.
It used to be that by the
time it got to the States,
there was only so much
profit you could squeeze.
And then
we got Brick Mansions.
Our very own border,
and it's less than
a mile away.
I went to
a business school.
The best business school
in the world.
Four years.
Half a million bucks.
You just have
to remember one thing.
People pay the most
for what they cannot get.
- Can I have that GPS?
- Got it.
The routes are pre-programmed.
- Don't lose it.
- Hey, boss,
that fancy school say anything about
dealing with cops staking us out?
How the hell did
they know we're here?
How did they know
we are here?
We weren't supposed
to be here.
No one knows we're here
unless that person
is already here.
I told him,
fucking told him.
Damien, you take this.
Take them out.
In the sewers!
Let's go! Let's go!
Go to the mono marker.
Come up clean!
All teams go!
Damien, follow me.
Yeah, you're right.
What the hell
are you doing?
Put it down!
Nobody move.
Those are my friends outside.
And you're all under arrest.
Now, I want you all
to put your guns in the tank.
Put 'em in the tank!
Get down on the ground. We're
gonna hang out for my buddies.
Let's move!
Let's go!
Where the fuck are you? Meet me
in the south side of the building.
Let's go!
Where are they?
We got a situation.
Who speaks Chinese?
Fuck!
Okay.
Get this bastard off my car!
Faster!
No!
Damn, this kid is determined.
Do you have anything
stronger?
I like it.
Keep it steady. Shit!
I got him! What the...!
Shit!
Aah!
Get out of the car!
Get out of the car now!
That's George the Greek.
Check your most wanted list.
I'm Detective Collier.
Undercover narcotics.
- Show us your ID.
- Sure.
Prick.
You're next.
- ID, please.
- I'll handle this.
You're all right.
I'll take over.
- How long do you need?
- One hour tops.
Here you go, sir.
Can I help you,
ma'am?
Ooh-la-la, Lola.
Nurse Clara,
there she is.
What you been up to?
Just trying to keep up with that
rascal grandfather of yours.
- So you miss me?
- Yes.
Nice.
When are we going out?
What, is this the 11th time
you've asked me?
- So you're keeping track?
- I'm sure you're really good guy
- and an even better date, but...
- What's that supposed to mean?
The parade of women I've seen
you bring through this place.
Come on, that's all for the grandpa.
He lives vicariously through me.
Well, when you're ready to live your
life for a little less of a thrill,
why don't you give me a call?
What he doing out there
anyways?
He thinks we don't
know what he's up to.
Are you kidding me? Come on.
- I'm gonna have to kick his old ass.
- All right.
- I'll see you. Twelfth time is a charm.
- Can't wait.
Grandpa,
what was our deal?
One a day.
Well, what's all that down
there on the ground?
Come on. How many pleasures
I got left, huh?
I can't even enjoy
reading my paper.
Explain this to me.
He's a bad guy,
and we took him down.
Damien, I buried a son
who thought taking down
bad men was more important
than keeping a good one alive.
I don't wanna bury
my grandson, too.
Most of what you read in here
is blown out of proportion.
You can't believe
everything that you read.
Like where it says:
"The unidentified
undercover,
hanging on
at 80 miles an hour..."
Exaggeration.
"Over 300 rounds fired."
It was like
a hundred rounds. Maybe.
I am so close
to taking down Tremaine.
So close
to making him pay.
Revenge and justice
are not the same thing.
- They never are.
- You say that every time.
You are all I've got left.
And I'm going to be around
for a very long time
because I'm a very
healthy old man, okay?
I'm not going anywhere.
I promise you.
Well, if you're not
going anywhere,
before you go,
- there's a certain... Well...
- Clara.
- Yeah, Clara.
- I'm getting there.
I'll be dead before you get
there at the rate you're going.
- You see that guy over there?
- Yeah.
His grandson is
a famous athlete.
He couldn't get
to first base with her.
Maybe you could brag
about me a little bit.
- Put in a good word for me.
- I do all the time.
All right,
so here's the deal.
I'll get
this one last scumbag.
I'll settle down with a girl
like Clara.
And you keep these
to one a day.
Ha.
I'll cut these out
altogether right now
and you forget about going
after that last scumbag.
Yeah.
Just like I thought.
Move, bitch.
Mmm.
Yo, Latina,
where you from?
Brazil, Mexico?
What's going on here, Rayzah?
Nothing.
Let me get down to business.
Lola, please.
What do you want?
Your boyfriend.
I don't have a boyfriend.
What, you and old Lino
broke up?
Ain't seen him in years.
- That's not what I heard.
- Really? Well, I guess you'll just have
- to add me to the list then.
- And what list is that?
The list of people who don't
give a shit about what you heard.
Oh, that's cute.
You listen to this.
I suggest we get along.
Because your pretty ass
ain't going nowhere
until Lino shows up.
- Hey, Lola.
- Lino, what the hell are you doing?
If you're going to be mad,
I can go.
This is some bullshit,
I know it.
Can you two work out
your relationship issues
when he don't got
a gun to my throat?
Him having a gun
to your throat is the issue
with our relationship.
Everybody, just cool down.
Take the shot?
Nigga's got this
fucking .45 against my neck.
- He's mine.
- Everybody, cool out.
Move!
You too.
Tell Thyroid Gland
to step off.
Ease back. Back!
Let's negotiate. Talk is
cheaper than blood, man.
Stop selling dope
in the neighborhood.
End of negotiation.
Don't shoot!
Let this mad man through.
One-time offer, Lino.
I forget about the 20 ki's.
Let you go back to your
pretty tower, live in peace.
And we stay out
of each other's business.
Not good enough.
How far are we gonna walk
before one of these niggas
put a shot in your back?
- Maybe you get hit.
- Back!
Maybe I get hit.
Maybe we all die.
Maybe your pretty girl
get hit.
Back off!
My boys are
going to kill you, Frenchy.
Then go back and burn down your
pretty building to the ground!
And for what, huh?!
There ain't no more heroes
around here, Lino.
I'm not so sure about that.
Come on,
you son of a bitch!
Move!
Un-fucking-real.
He's locked the door
from the outside.
Fucking serious?
Open the door.
Thyroid Gland's a little
sensitive about his weight.
Get out!
Aah!
The only way out of this ghetto
is with a tag on your chest.
That's why they call it
a ghetto. Shut up, move.
Not my Mustang, Lino.
That's my baby.
Keys! Son of a bitch!
- Get back!
- Lola, drive. Move!
- You scratch my whip, woman, you gonna regret it.
- Shut up.
- In the back.
- Man, I'm six feet three. I can't fit back there.
You're about to get
a couple of inches shorter.
Fuck.
If you scratch my car,
you're gonna pay for it.
We're going in
on these bitches!
Get 'em, Rayzah.
Shoot the tires! Shoot!
You crazy, woman!
You know how much a transmission
in one of these costs?!
I'll take care of it.
I promise.
There's no
place out of here, Lino.
Just let me out.
You can keep the damn car.
Always negotiating, huh?
It's the end of the road
for you, brother.
- For you, yes. Take us out, Lo.
- With pleasure.
Stay right there!
Open that door!
Drop it!
Drop the weapon!
Don't shoot.
Don't shoot!
Get back.
Get out of the car!
We're here to see your captain.
Don't shoot.
Get back!
- We need to talk to him. Stay cool.
- Back off.
- Look at my fucking car.
- Shut up, move!
This is Tremaine Alexander.
I'm sure you know him.
Yes, we know him.
Put your gun down, son.
Don't shoot.
I just come for Tremaine.
Nobody move.
Everybody stay cool.
Put your gun down, son. Give
me your weapon. You did good.
- Lock him up!
- Wait! What the hell are you doing?!
Let me out of here!
Hey! Hey!
Sons of bitches!
Let me out!
Hey, Mike. How's that
new house you got?
Never mind.
Get out of here, Tremaine.
Gonna be hard to keep it up
on a military salary.
Guess my donation's
been coming in handy, huh?
- Come on, Miss Lola.
- I ain't going anywhere with you.
Tremaine! You son of a bitch!
I'll kill you!
Let me go!
It's all politics, Lino.
I'm a politician.
America ain't no different
than back home.
You were just seeking a better
life in a broken system.
Problem is you think
you can save Brick Mansions.
I know it's just another third
world country.
They don't give a shit
about us.
C'est la vie.
No! Open the door!
Open this fucking door now!
- You can go.
- Yes, sir.
You gave her to those animals,
you dirty piece of shit!
Sorry, son.
Way of the world.
Like the man says,
tuition fees are a killer. Aah!
Detective Collier? The
mayor's ready to see you.
Detective, come in.
Detective Collier,
Tom Berringer.
I was on the force
with your dad.
Nice to meet you.
The Collier family has a
distinguished history with the city.
Damien's father led the last
police raid in the Brick Mansions.
His unfortunate death
pushed legislation
for us to erect the border.
He was a real hero.
From what I hear
you're a lot like him.
You have somewhat of an expertise
in terms of that neighborhood.
Yeah, I know it pretty well.
And who are we?
Major Reno. U.S. Army. Division
of Developmental Warfare.
- Pleasure.
- Detective,
there's a situation that
demands the best of the best.
Last night, a government
transport traveling at a time
and route with minimal
civilian traffic was hijacked.
What were they transporting?
NAD. Neutron assisted device.
A neutron bomb.
We prefer the word "device." Bomb
has such negative connotations.
The device was fitted with an anti-theft
mechanism which is triggered...
if the case should be opened the wrong way.
Device activated.
What the fuck?
This is not good.
Close it up, man.
This is a precaution should it
fall into the hands of the enemy.
We need you to infiltrate,
locate the device,
and contact us for the code
to disarm it.
No, it can't be done.
It would take time, planning.
We don't know where it's at.
We don't know who has it.
We know where.
Brick Mansions.
And we know who.
I've spent my entire career
trying to take down Tremaine.
But he never leaves
Brick Mansions
and there's checkpoints
everywhere.
You know the routes
around them.
Yeah,
but then what?
You have no intel inside.
No eyes.
We have your eyes.
Lino Dupree.
French Caribbean expat.
Spent most of his adult life
in Brick Mansions.
Knows it like
the back of his hand.
So the best idea you could
come up with
was to send me into this shit
with a convict as my partner
Yeah. And you got
ten hours, detective.
And that's if he cooperates.
He will.
Tremaine's got his girlfriend.
What's he locked up for
anyway?
Killed a cop.
You sure know how to sell.
Open C-12, please.
Dupree, let's go.
Transfer.
- Get in the van!
- Get in!
Need a hand?
What's the point?
We're still in here.
Not for long.
I'll be back.
Thanks.
Yeah, have a good day.
Hey! Hey. Wait!
I need the van.
You kidding me?
Who do you think you are, man?
You trying to jack me? Is
that what you're trying to do?
I don't think so.
This is my van.
It's my van. But if you want a
lift, hurry up. The bus is leaving.
Recalculating itinerary.
- Where are you going?
- Brick Mansions.
There's no way you could drive
this van past the barricades.
Two minutes ago
we were handcuffed
and in the back
of this thing.
Why are you
going to Brick Mansions?
I'm after Tremaine Alexander.
He killed a friend of mine.
The same asshole
kidnapped my girlfriend.
- Ex-girlfriend.
- Sounds like we got something in common.
- How do you plan to get inside?
- There's an old smuggling route.
Take a right at 50 meters.
Attention, prison van
This is the police. Pull over.
Better buckle up.
- I prefer to be free.
- Suit yourself.
I repeat.
Pull your vehicle over now.
Attention, all units.
This is Sergeant Mahoney.
Do not pursue the prison van.
- What's going on?
- Let the van go.
- That's an order.
- Copy.
That's a checkpoint.
Maybe we should just pray
that this GPS is right.
Wrong direction.
Please make a U-turn now.
Oh, shit!
Stop your vehicle now!
I repeat,
stop your vehicle now!
What are you doing?
Are you crazy?
You need to trust me, man!
Ah, shit.
God, I can't see shit.
Shit.
The steering's gone.
Brakes are gone!
And now we're gone.
Shit.
- Old smuggling route, huh?
- Yeah.
We got to get the hell
out of here, man.
Not "we."
What the hell
are you doing?
- You're a cop.
- Are you crazy?
Come on. I can smell
cops a mile away.
Hey, come on. You can't
leave me like this. Come on!
Help me get out.
What am I supposed to do?
Look in the police manual
under "shit happens."
Yeah,
that's really funny.
French asshole!
What you doing here, pretty boy?
Heh.
Shit.
This is your car, huh?
Hell yeah.
It's my ride.
Brakes failed, man.
So you get me out of here,
we'll sort this out.
Your health about
to fail you now.
Shit!
- He's in.
- Collier's good.
Question is can he locate
the device in three hours?
If they can stay alive. The fire
department can't send their trucks in
without them getting shot up.
It's a jungle.
That's right.
You're dead. Look at you.
Yo, put that shit down.
Put it down.
Que pasa, mamasita?
Hope you've been enjoying
our accommodations.
Hey, look.
You keep it cool with me,
I'll keep it cool with you.
I'm not really into
material things like that,
but that Mustang Cobra, I loved
it like I love cooked food.
Obviously, you don't
love it that much.
It's under powered.
What the fuck
are you talking about?
100 g's of American engineering,
and you let some chop shop put
after-market rims on it?
It throws off the balance. Certain
people just manage to screw up anything.
You're some kind of
mechanic now?
What do you know? Maybe I have
a lawyer friend who has one.
Lawyer friend?
That's who's been keeping
that hot pussy all warm
while Lino's running around
destroying my streets?
I so don't miss this place.
I'll bet there's not
too many lawyer friends
coming down to your diner
with a Mustang Cobra.
That's my part-time job. For
the record, law is my passion.
I work at a law firm in the
morning, City College at night.
I'm impressed,
Miss Independence.
So what you gonna do
when you get your degree?
I plan to petition
for community rights.
People like you remind me
why everyone hates us.
You know, I dress like this
because I'm refined.
A man of knowledge.
That's why I'm a boss,
not my guns.
Take it.
I try to impress education
on my boys over here,
but they're a different breed.
If they're not out
capping niggas in the streets,
they're in some dark room,
cappin' 'em on a video screen.
So I give 'em a job,
you know.
At least they can feed
their families.
Look, between me and you,
I like Lino.
He has a cause.
Even if it gets him killed.
That's Brick Mansions bullshit.
You and him
are a lot alike.
- I can see why y'all are together.
- Separated.
Well, don't worry, mamasita,
your hero will be here soon.
Oh, you didn't hear
the good news?
Lino escaped. I'm sure he's
going to be coming here.
And I wouldn't want to be
you all when he gets here.
Tremaine,
we all good on the roof
if you want
to head back over.
Hey, counselor, I got
some business to handle.
While I'm gone, Rayzah
here'll keep you company.
Crazy. What the fuck
I told you?
Don't you put your hands
on my chips again.
Move!
Fuck!
How'd you know
I was a cop?
You smell like a cop.
You don't belong here.
How'd you find me?
I put a bug in your pocket.
Cop tricks.
That's all you people have.
No, we have the law, which is
something you don't care about.
The law means nothing
without justice.
That's pretty high-minded
for somebody who killed a cop.
That cop was a corrupt piece of
shit, no better than Tremaine.
I'm here to find Tremaine.
I'm here to find him
before a weapon he hijacked
kills everybody inside
of Brick Mansions.
Probably didn't occur to you
that somebody on the outside
could actually give a shit about
what happens in here, now, did it?
Where's the evidence?
Standing right
in front of you.
Believe it or not, not everybody
out there is an asshole
just like not everybody in
here is a junkie or a thief.
But you enjoy yourself. And
if I find your girlfriend,
I'll tell her
you said, " Hi."
Tremaine is a monster. You have
no idea who you're dealing with.
I know exactly
who I'm dealing with.
- You don't know how to get in.
- I'll figure it out.
- With your police tricks?
- Whatever it takes.
They will shoot you and
take your badge as a trophy.
At least
I'll die trying,
which is a hell
of a lot better
than sitting around bitching
about how the world sucks.
I got a plan to get us in.
Us?
If you're not bullshitting
about that bomb,
maybe I can save Lola
before we all go down.
Heh. And the first chance you
get, what are you going to do?
You gonna put a bullet
in the back of my head?
I could've killed you
already.
So what's your plan?
- You got a phone?
- Yeah.
Tremaine. It's Lino.
I'm coming over.
So that's it? You just
throw us in the lion's den?
Which no lion
would ever expect.
This is going to be
a lot of fun.
Not bad, right?
Unh-unh.
Unh-unh-unh.
Ooh-la-la, Lola.
Aah!
Safe words are for pussies.
The important thing
to remember is that
the more it hurts you,
the better it feels for me.
- Aah!
- Where are you going?!
Huh?
I knew you'd be fun to play
with from the second I saw you.
How do you like that, huh?
I really love this game.
You wanna act like a bitch?
- Heel!
- Hey, Rayzah. I heard shouts.
You can play,
but not too hard, okay?
You are one lucky bitch.
Hey, what's up, guys?
What do we got here?
Take us to Tremaine.
K2, get your
fat ass up here! We got guests comin'.
Yeti, move it! Upstairs now!
Showtime!
Damien, see that?
Lino!
Surprised to see you
back here so soon.
- You see, he is surprised.
- Who's your boy?
- I'm his driver.
- He's a cop.
- Come for his bomb.
- Thanks. That's... that's great.
Wow.
A real live cop.
Haven't seen one of those
around here in years.
I believe the police station
closed around the same time
as the school, the hospital,
and all them other things
the government thought
we didn't need around here.
So what,
you the new sheriff in town?
I must admit
you're a brave man.
Where's Lola?
No woman, no cry.
The big man, he sang it better.
We'll get to that.
Let's talk about this bomb.
You here to buy it?
No, I came to disarm it.
That thing's gotta make you
a little bit anxious tickin'.
Tremaine Alexander don't do anxious.
I cause anxious.
Now, I could be halfway down
south before this thing goes off
or you could make
me and my peeps an offer.
I'll offer to disable it before
it blows us all up. You like that?
Oh, that won't fly. How about I just
send it back the way I found it?
K2, let the sunshine in.
Gentlemen, please,
you're gonna love the view.
Only a crazy person
would have a rocket.
When you live in a war zone,
you prepare for war.
Now, this thing is rigged to fly
straight downtown at a push of a button.
Let's talk numbers.
You'd let all those people die over money?
That's low, even for you.
Nigga, where I come from, cash
rule everything around me.
You know that one,
right?
First, I need to know
Lola is okay.
Rayzah, bring the girl
into view.
Curtain number three!
What do you see?
What do you see, Lino?
No! No, no!
Wait! No, wait!
- You wanna die here, man?
- Don't shoot!
- Calm down, man!
- No!
You gotta calm down!
Tremaine! Calm down!
Now's not the time!
Lino, not now.
Now you boys are all excited
let's do this shit
the uptown way,
on the auction-block,
all right?
I got a rocket, I got a bomb,
and I got a pretty woman.
I say we start the biddin'
at $10 million, huh?
- Do I hear 11?
- Eleven.
- Eleven million!
- Twelve.
Oh, that's a spicy bid
right there.
We're getting there now!
- Fifteen!
- Fifteen!
Now, stop the bullshit!
You tell me how much
it's worth to you.
How much are those people
downtown worth?
Because around here, we
don't seem to be worth shit.
Look around, sheriff, this
used to be a five-star palace.
Doormen,
women waitin' on tables.
Where them bitches at now? In the alley
shootin' it up or giving somebody brain?
Because of drug dealers
like you.
I didn't cause
this reality.
I just help them
ease the pain.
Now cut the bullshit, and
let's get back to that money.
It was at
15 million, right?
- Fifteen.
- Do I hear 20 million?
Okay, stop the game,
what's it gonna take?
You got three million
people downtown.
$10 per person,
price of a happy meal.
That's $30 million
for me.
- Then 30 million?
- Thirty million.
Done. Thirty million it is.
Thirty million. Sold!
To Lino Dupree and the new
sheriff of Brick Mansion!
Call your people
and make it happen.
And, Lino,
stay outta my business.
- Yes.
- Detective Collier.
Collier, why aren't you using
the encrypted phone I gave you?
It's a long story.
Where are we now?
We're close, really close.
Close enough
to punch the code in?
No. Unfortunately, no.
- What's the problem?
- The new owner wants to sell.
Are you sure
the bomb is there?
Yes. I can tell you that there's
only 48 minutes before it blows up.
Okay.
How do we proceed?
You have a Hawaiian
bank account?
I want it in cash, man.
They can't do cash.
We still got an account
in Hawaii?
- We do.
- Give him the numbers.
Bank 83675.
Bank 83675.
- Account 021084.
- Account 021084.
- 6098Z.
- 6098Z.
What's he asking?
$30 million.
Hold on. Tremaine wants
30 million for the device.
The city's damn near broke.
- That's a non-starter, detective.
- All right. Good.
You have to find
another solution.
Exactly.
All right, good, yeah.
Perfect.
That's a wrap.
They're sending the money.
- Let's go disable that bomb.
- Hold on.
Wait a minute. Let my man verify the funds first.
Bank doesn't open
for another 25 minutes.
Ah, 25 minutes.
Well, that's just enough
time for me to finish dinner.
K2, show our guests
to the Presidential Suite.
- Nice doing business with you, sheriff.
- Move!
Sometimes you don't gotta
be a rocket scientist,
just gotta have a rocket.
What's going on over there?
What the fuck do you care?
Huh?
I'm still gonna cut your ass off
even if the city pays.
Them paying depends
on two things.
Oh, really?
And what's that?
If they think
your man's bluffing.
My man Tremaine
don't bluff, bitch.
I'm sorry.
What was the second thing?
My man Lino.
Go see what the fuck's
going on over there.
What are you fucking deaf?
Go see what's going on.
Move! Face the rack.
- On your knees.
- Shit.
Hands behind your head!
I cannot be here.
I'm claustrophobic.
You move, he kills you.
If you talk, he kills you.
If you breathe.
He gonna give me a kiss?
K2, you know you said he kills you.
You mean that?
Till Tremaine
get his 30 mil,
their lives is worth
more than both of ours.
Put it this way.
They die, you die.
Okay.
See where not having
a plan gets you?
Hey, you know where the bomb is.
I know where Lola is.
And in 25 minutes,
we're heroes.
In 25 minutes,
Tremaine's gonna shoot us
and that device is gonna kill
three million people.
But when he gets his money,
everybody walks away.
There is no money.
The city can't pay.
I was just trying
to buy us some time.
Forget what I said before. Don't
trust your instincts. They're shit.
I should've killed Tremaine
when I had the chance.
Shut up.
Wait. That story about Tremaine
killing your friend, it's true?
It was my father.
He was leading some officers
on a drug raid.
He got separated
from his squad.
Tremaine's boys
captured him and killed him.
I'm sorry.
Let's go make him pay.
I need to get out.
- I need to get out.
- Shut up!
I need to get out.
I need to get out!
- Shut up!
- I need to get out.
Help him, man!
- Yes, sir.
- Stop it! Stop!
Son of a bitch!
- What happened?
- Oh, shit!
- What?
- He's not breathing.
- What?
- We gotta get him out of here.
Well, fix it.
Ah, come on!
He's not breathing!
Come on!
Okay, come on, go, go!
- Open the gate.
- You're the boss!
Hurry up and get out! Go!
Freaks.
Something don't feel right
about this, man.
You think they'll come up
with the money?
- We'll see.
- Tell me how you got that bomb again.
This dude at the base told me
about some weapons being moved.
No profile, no convoy. Shit was
easier than high school pussy.
See, that's what's bothering me, man.
You can never trust "easy."
- I'm okay.
- You're crazy.
We're out of the room.
Your turn, cop.
Is this some
kind of game to you?
Ready for a backflip?
- On three.
- Three!
Hey!
Catch them!
- Come on, get them!
- Go, go, go!
You know where we're going?
More or less!
Shit!
Damien!
What the fuck?!
Different method.
Same results.
Let's go!
KS, they're moving outside
the building.
I'm on these bitches
one time.
It's faster.
But you still need
the key.
I see 'em around the corner.
Go! Go!
- I drive!
- Get 'em! Come on!
Don't shoot.
The next nigga to shoot my car is
gonna die a lot slower than that.
- Let's get these guys!
- Come on, man!
Faster.
- Faster!
- What, you wanna drive?
- Yeah, go ahead and drive!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- I need to get out!
- What are you trying to jump out the damn car for?
- Where are you going?
- I'm trying to get rid of these guys. Will you shut up?
Ha!
I don't see them.
Where are they?
- Who taught you how to drive?
- Who taught you to speak English?
The rooftop's
back that way!
Why didn't
you tell me that?
Come on, tell me!
Which way? Which way are we...
Left! Left!
Lola and your bomb
are back there!
- We don't have much time!
- Back where?
Damn!
Stay down.
Shit.
Come on!
I told you to stay down!
Look, we can't just go running
up onto that rooftop.
That's where they're gonna
be expecting us.
You got a better solution?
- I'm working on it.
- Can you work and run?
Whoa.
Tremaine's gonna wild out.
No! This way!
They went around the corner.
Let's get these fuckers.
Stay down this time.
They're in the bus!
Shoot them!
You go around.
- Let's split up!
- Meet up behind the building.
Damien!
- Brick on windshield.
- I got it.
- On three!
- Three!
What the...?
- Shit.
- Close enough now?
Thank you.
What the fuck?
Get Defense on the line,
immediately.
Yes, sir.
Hello. What?
Okay. I'm gonna
bring it up right now.
We have an issue.
These are satellite surveillance
images from Brick Mansions
taken several minutes ago.
There's the bomb.
And what's that?
That's an old Russian
surface missile.
Has a radius of about five miles.
How the hell did they get that?
Wait. Wait.
If they launch that thing...
- The city is ground zero.
- We're gonna have to evacuate.
- No time.
- There's a fallout shelter.
It won't help us against
an NAD blast.
What options do we have then,
drone?
Too late, we'll never get
authorization just like that.
- The bank's open.
- I'll check.
I think they fooled us.
No deposit.
And you wonder why we can't
fucking trust the government.
What the hell
is going on?
Not only did they not make
the transfer...
- they're emptying all our accounts.
- Crooked evil bastards!
I'm gonna blow them fucks. Rayzah,
the motherfuckers didn't pay.
We're gonna launch!
Stay clear.
Time's up, bitch.
Downtown is about
to get remodeled.
Sorry, girl, you'd have made
a good lawyer.
What the fuck was that?
Fucking Russian piece of shit!
There goes the controller.
Now I wanna get her
out of the picture.
Be careful! You'll hit Lola.
Nah, I wanna get this
one away from her.
Trem, they took out
the fuckin receiver!
Now, I gotta shoot
the sheriff and the deputy.
Damn it. I'm out of ammo.
Let's go.
Brick Mansion gangsters!
It's time to strap up, boys!
We ride or we die!
What was that?
Looks like they shot out
the launch mechanism.
Missile can't launch.
We're still in the game.
I want the building sealed down!
Nobody in, nobody out.
Tremaine's here. It means he's
gonna push the button by hand.
There's no way we're
gonna get up there in time.
Not up, over.
Seal the building off!
Yeti, with me.
Move it!
Grr!
- That sucks.
- Excuse me.
One, two...
Hey, what are you doing?
Three, four, five...
Hey, stop that.
Six, seven.
Hey, this,
this is a bad idea.
I believe you said we were
gonna do it or die trying.
It's an expression.
Don't think.
Jump, all instinct.
It's a really bad idea.
Aah!
Take 'em out.
Block this exit, man.
Be easy enough
for a man of your size.
How much time?
We got plenty.
Got a plan?
Kick his ass.
Don't get squashed.
I'm going! I'm going! I'm going!
I'm going! Oh, shit!
- On three?
- Three. Three!
Ahh!
What are you doing?
Hurry up!
He's really pissed off!
Hey, hey! Hey, hurry!
Whew! That was
fucking awesome.
"In this great future
you can't forget your past."
I told you, Tremaine,
don't bluff.
No, Tremaine Alexander
don't bluff,
nor do I make a stupid bet.
Loosen her chains.
This game is over.
- What are you talking about?
- I'm a businessman.
I'm not gonna kill
no millions of people.
I'm gonna have the sheriff and
the hero come disarm this thing
and get it out of here
before we all get fried.
You gone soft.
You watch your tone,
woman.
Watch my tone?
What is wrong with you?!
What the fuck am I supposed
to tell the boys?
I don't care what you tell the boys.
Untie the girl!
Then maybe I should just kill
you and do this myself.
Shit! No!
I can always use a good lawyer.
Sorry for all this,
counselor.
Step away from her.
It's okay. It's okay.
So glad you boys came
to save everyone, man.
Not everyone.
Hey, Lino, they're gonna text the code.
You punch it in.
Now get down on your knees.
No, wait! Let him explain.
You gonna shoot
an unarmed man, sheriff?
At least you're gonna see
it coming.
It's better
than my father got.
What I have to do
with your father?
Lieutenant John Collier.
Collier?
They still blaming me
for that one?
He was shot raiding
your headquarters.
Raid?
They never entered
the building, man.
I saw the whole thing through
my surveillance camera.
His own men shot him
in the back,
left him for dead on my doorstep.
Cold-blooded set up.
You're full of shit.
Now get down on your knees.
Get down on your knees!
Damien,
there is a problem.
What? The number
didn't come through?
No, it did.
48216.
- That's...
- Our ZIP code.
That's all right.
Punch it in.
It wasn't supposed to be here. The
code, it's our zip. It's a set up.
Proceed to evacuation
immediately.
- Punch it in.
- Listen to the man.
- They're playing you for a fool the way they played your father.
- Shut up!
Punch in the damn code.
Give me that.
Think about it.
Why is it our ZIP code?
Don't you see? The army lost
a bomb that only kills people
in one place
where people are prowling.
But the bomb has been stolen.
Yes, and the van hijacked.
That's the story they gave you.
How come the van had no traces
of that harpoon anywhere on it?
It's a coincidence.
Give me the phone.
My instinct says
you're arming it.
Give me the phone.
- Lino!
- Sorry, partner.
Proceed code to cancel.
4-8-2...
You're gonna get us all killed.
Back off. Back off.
Stop, both of you!
- Lido, stop!
- Please evacuate now.
Okay.
No! Damien!
Please!
- Hurry up!
- Evacuation...
Oh, God.
- Collier!
- Twenty seconds.
You die now or wait five seconds
and we all die together.
Danger. Ten seconds.
Nine, eight, seven,
six, five,
four, three, two, one.
Countdown completed.
Joke's on me.
The law never protected
this place before.
Why would it start now?
I've done many bad things, but killing
your father wasn't one of them.
"Making Detroit safer
for all."
Welcome to our world.
So what are we gonna do
with this shit?
Let's give it back.
Be careful, captain.
It's very hot.
Thank you, son.
Move!
- Move!
- Let's go! Hey, caveman!
Come on, no stairs, elevator.
Let's go now now now!
This is better than
the stairs.
Yeah.
- I can't reach him.
- We don't have a satellite image,
but if the bomb went off,
we would have heard it.
I don't like this.
I don't like this at all.
He's our man. He'll get back to us.
Hello.
What do you mean
they're inside the building?
Hey,
you boys remember Lino?
My eyes in Brick Mansions.
Well, he showed me a lot.
Wow, Mr. Mayor.
Great place you got here.
Tremaine Alexander.
You could say I'm like
the mayor of Brick Mansions.
It's a pleasure to meet
my constituaries.
And on behalf of myself, our
new appointed sheriff, and Lino,
and the great citizens
of Brick Mansion...
we decided to give you
a campaign contribution.
Device activated.
What's going on?
Believe it or not,
I forgot the damn code.
So what was it again?
- Four...
- Detective...
- Eight...
- We can take it from here.
Two, one...
- Six.
- You sure about that?
I think, Lino, you said it couldn't
be six because that was the ZIP code
for Brick Mansions and that would
be too much of a coincidence.
You said
it was a coincidence.
I said they wanted
to blow us up.
This guy. I think all this jumping around
on rooftops has loosened his marbles.
You hit your head
one too many times.
You're having a hard time
remembering.
We'll take it right from...
I'm pretty sure
the last number is six.
Mr. Mayor, do you wanna
press the button?
Or do my man
Damien gotta do it?
Go for it, Mayor,
give her a push.
Stop! Stop! Enough!
What the hell happened
out there?
You had a direct order.
You played me just like
you played my father.
Yeah, and your empathy made you
soft, just like your father.
I have to make the tough
decisions for this city,
and I sent this bomb
in there
to get rid of
its biggest problem.
Come on. You know it.
They're no better
than animals.
Animals! Who's animals?
Men struggling to survive?
Or men who would destroy
a whole community
of underprivileged
women and children?
As mayor,
I have to do what's best
for all the people
of this city.
- The hard working ones.
- You mean the rich ones.
The ones that contribute.
The ones that are sick and
tired of that cesspool.
Cesspool?
You need to wake up,
my man.
These people are rising up.
And the people...
Check this out.
They're sick of you.
You can catch it on the news
in about five minutes.
The mayor
of Detroit was arrested today
after a compromising video,
posted online,
appeared to show him plotting
an attack
on Brick Mansions residence.
And I sent this bomb in there.
The demolition of
walls that divide the city
from the Brick Mansions
projects will begin next month.
With no date set
for new elections,
the acting mayor announced plans
to reopen schools, hospitals
and police stations
in the district immediately.
In the Tremaine Alexander
trial,
the jury has delivered
a guilty verdict.
The judge declared in light
of Mr. Alexander's commitment
to the community, she would give
him the minimum five-year sentence.
- A little rough around the edges, but...
- Yeah, not bad.
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