The police department has announced the suspension of protectioning...
...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 spokeperson confirm 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 the city owns.
Now, with your cooperation and your backing,
we can restore Detroit to its former glory.
And, just in time for the election.
Bill, I'm so glad that we share the same bright vision of the future.
Mr. Mayor.
This land is currently the Brick Mansions housing project.
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.
Gentleman,
to the future.
- Yo, yo, yo. - 'Sup?
Check that shit out.
- Yo, who is that? - Dunno.
What's cooking my brothers?
Yeah, you best keep on rolling dawg.
Change the shocks in that low ass bike, too.
- Yeah, whatcha doing here K2?
- Come on now, why the hatin'?
I thought your towers was about unity and shit.
Like Malcolm X.
Damn shame,
Got no niggas like those no more.
Damn shame, all we got is a punk-ass nigga Tremaine.
Tremaine keeps his towers fed.
Why don't you take your fat-ass back to Tremaine, black homie?
Little meg got jokes!
I got no beef for y'all. I'm lookin' for Lino.
He borrowed something of ours.
- Lino ain't here. - Nah.
I'ma bet Lino's up there right now.
Thinkin he can change the ghetto 20 kilos at a time.
- And now I'ma bet you ain't gon' find out. - Whoa!
I'ma leave you my number.
And when Mr. Clean comes back, you tell him to give me a call.
Damn white sons of bitches of good ???.
Skin like paper.
Come on, K2.
Which apartment?
Find it!
Do you know where Lino stay at?
Good, show me the way.
- Where? - Right, right.
Right at end of hallway, last door!
You, knock this fucking door now.
One...
Two...
Move!
Catch that little bastard!
Lock this piece of shit building down!
- She is cute, I know.
- She's got a great ass, man.
- Hi, kids! - Hi, Lino.
Ah, hell no.
- Tremaine's gonna slice y'all.
- What do we do? - Who's we?
I'm gonna kill this motherfucker!
Get him!
Motherfuck, he's on the roof!
Catch this bastard!
Don't let him get away!
Ah, shit!
How much do you need?
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?
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.
You know, my mama be turning in her grave
if she see me adding this much pepper to her chili gold recipe.
Ya know what I appreciate most about my mother's recipe.
You get the right ingredients.
You follow the proper instructions.
You can never go wrong.
Which leads me to this morning, K2.
I believe you had the right ingredients,
hell you led 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 blamin this on no woman, dawg.
There'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?
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 you've been with me now...
- ...Damien, a year? - Yeah, about that.
It's a good time for you to see what we're 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 is it going?
You kill me, Cheng. You kill me.
Damien ... Cheng ...
Nice to meet you.
- You're a man of many talents. - I try.
Shit, I can't see anything.
Cheng, you have some change for me?
Cool.
I have lost them.
You ever been to Southeast Asia, Damien?
No, I never been there.
He's found the stash.
Hey, prep me 20 keys. 20. It's a rush.
South East 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.
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.
4 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?
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! I fucking told him!
Damien, you take this.
Take them out.
In the sewers! Let's go! Let's go!
Go to the mile marker, come up clean.
All teams, go!
Damien, follow me.
- Put it down! - The hell are you doing?
Nobody moves! Some of my friends are outside, 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'll hang out for my buddies.
Where the fuck are you?
Come and meet me on the south side of the building.
Where are they?
We have a situation. Who speaks Chinese?
Go!
Okay, get this bastard off my car!
Faster!
Damn, this kid is determined.
Do you have anything stronger?
I like it.
Keep it steady.
I got him!
What the fuck!
Shit!
Get out of the car!
Get out of the car now!
That's George the Greek. Check your most wanted list.
Get out of the car now!
I'm Detective Collier, undercover narcotics.
- Show us your ID. - Sure.
Ouzo drinkin' prick.
You're next.
ID please.
I'll handle this.
All right, I take over.
- How long do you need? - One hour tops.
Here you go, sir.
- Can I help you m'am? - Uh la la, Lola.
Nurse Clara. There she is. What you've 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?
Damien, I'm sure you're a 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 grandpa. He loves vicariously through me.
Right, well...
When you're ready to live your life for a little less thrill, why don't you give me a call?
So what's he doing out there anyway?
He thinks we don't know what he's up to.
Are you kidding me? Come on.
- I'm going to have to kick his old ass. - All right.
- We'll see you. - All right.
- Twelfth time's a charm. - Yeah, I'm waitin'.
Grandpa.
What was our deal?
One a day.
What's all that down 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 want to bury my grandson, too.
Most of what you're reading here is blown out of proportion.
You can't believe everything that you read.
Like where it says, uh...
"The unidentified undercover hanging on at 80 miles an hour."
Exaggeration.
"Over 300 rounds fired."
Looks like a 100 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.
I know. 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 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, you know...
- 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 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.
I'll cut this out altogether right now,
and you forget about going after that last scumbag.
Yeah. Just like I thought.
Move, bitch.
Yo Latino, where are 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 ol' Lino broke up?
I 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.
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?
He's having a gun to your throat is the issue with our relationship.
All right, everybody just cool down.
Should I take the shot?
Nigga see this fucking 45 against my neck?
He is mine.
Everybody cool the fuck out.
Move!
You too!
Tell Tyrel Glenn 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 the mad man through.
One time offer, Lino.
I forget about the 20 kgs.
Let you go back with your pretty tower, leave in peace.
And we stay of each other business.
Not good enough.
How far are you gonna walk out before one of these niggas puts a shot in your back, huh?
Maybe you get hit?
Back!
Maybe I get hit. Maybe we all die.
Maybe your pretty girl get hit, huh?
Back off.
My boys, they are going to kill you, frenchie!
Then go back and burn down your pretty former class buildings on the ground.
And for what, huh?
They’re 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.
Fuckin' serious?!
Open the motherfuckin' door!
Open the door!
Tyrel Glenn's a little sensitive about his weight.
The only way out of this ghetto man, is with a tag on your toe.
That's why they call it a ghet-to.
Shut up! Move!
That's my Mustang you know. That's my baby.
- The keys. - Son of a bitch.
Get back!
Lola, you drive.
Move!
You scratch my whip woman, you're 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 ???, you're gonna pay for it!
??? these bitches!
??? motherfuckin' car!
Get them Rayzah.
Shoot the tire! Shoot!
You crazy, woman!
You know how much the transmission in one of these things cost?
I'll take care of it, I promise.
There's no place out of here Lino! Just let me out. You keep the damn car.
Always negotiating, huh?
It's the end of the road.
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!
Tremaine, 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.
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! Wait!
What the hell are you doing?
Hey! Let me out of here! Hey!
Son of bitches, Let me out!
Hey Mike, how's that new house you got?
Never mind. Get out of here, Tremaine.
It's gonna be hard to keep get up on a military salary.
Guess my donation is 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. And I'm a politician.
You see America ain't no different in back home.
You all are just seeking a better life in a broken system.
Problem is, you think you can save Brick Mansions,
when I know it's just another third world country,
and they don't give a shit about us.
C'est la vie. (This is life).
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, the way of the world. Like the man says, ???.
Detective Collier, the Mayor is ready to see you.
Detective,
Come in.
Detective Collier. Tom Berringer.
- I was in the force with your dad. - Nice to meet you.
The Collier family has a distinguished history with the city.
Damien's father led the last police raid...
...in Brick Mansions. His unfortunate death,
pushed legislation for us to erect the border.
He's a real hero.
And from what I hear, you're a lot like him.
We've been made to understand that 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 Development of 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 are they transporting?
N.A.D.
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 open the wrong way.
Device activated.
What the fuck?
This is not good. Close it up, man.
This is cedure of war 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.
Nah, that can't be done.
That'd 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.
Are you interested now?
I 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?
We have no intel inside. No eyes.
We have your eyes.
Lino Dupree.
French Caribbean expat.
Spent most of his adult live in Brick Mansions.
Knows it like the back of his hands.
So the best idea you can come up with is to send me into this shit...
- ...with a convict as my partner? - Yeah.
And you got 10 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 him in the van!
- 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!
Are 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 can drive this van past the barricades.
Two minutes ago we were handcuffed 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 metres.
Attention, prison van!
This is the Detroit 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.
Back off!
Sergeant, what's going on?
Let the man drove.
- It'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.
Ah, shit!
Stop your vehicle now!
I repeat, stop your vehicle now!
What are you doing?
Are you crazy?
You need to trust me man.
I can't see shit.
Shit.
Whoa, wait, steering’s gone.
Whoa, 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 of here. What am I suppose to do?
Look in the police manual under "shit happens."
Yeah, that's really funny.
French asshole.
Whatcha doing here, pretty boy?
Shit, this is your car, huh?
Hell yeah. It's my ride.
Well, brakes failed man, so, you get me out of here, we'll go sort this out.
Your health's 'bout to fail you now.
Shit.
He's in.
Collier is good.
Question is, can he locate the device in 3 hours?
If they can stay alive.
Fire department can't send their trucks in there without them getting shot up. It's the jungle.
That's right.
You're dead, look at you.
Yo, yo, put that shit down. Put it down.
Que pasa, mamacita?
Hope you've been enjoying our accommodations.
Look, you keep it cool with me,
I 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 underpowered.
What the fuck you talking about?
A hundred keys of American engineering, and you let some chop shop put after market rims on it?
Throws off the balance.
Certain people just manage to screw up anything.
So, you're some kind of mechanic now?
Why it gotta be that?
What do you know? Maybe I have a lawyer friend who has one.
A lawyer friend?
That's who's been keeping that hot pussy warm,
while Lino's running around destroying my streets?
I so don't miss this place.
I bet there's not too many loyal friends coming down to that fucking 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.
Then people like you remind me of 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.
I try to impress education on my boys over here, but they are a different breed.
If they're not out capin' niggas in the streets,
they're in some dark room capin' 'em on a video screen.
So I get '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 lot alike. I can see why you are together.
Separated.
Well, don't worry, mamacita. Your hero will be here soon.
Oh, you haven't heard the good news?
Lino escaped.
I'm sure he's gonna be comin' here.
Damn straight.
And I wouldn't wanna be you all when he gets here.
Tremaine, we all good on the roof. You wanna head back over?
Hey counsellor,
I got some ??? to handle, ???you're not bout to broke that ghetto to me???, you know.
???, Rayzah here will keep you company.
Crazy!
The fuck I told you?
Don't you put your hands on my chips again.
Move!
Fuck!
- How did you know I was a cop? - You smell like a cop.
You don't belong here.
- How did you find me? - I put a bug in your pocket.
Cop's tricks.
- That's all you people have. - No, we have the law.
- It just 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 gonna find Tremaine.
I'm gonna find him before the weapon he hijacked...
...kills everybody inside of Brick Mansions.
Probably didn't occur to you there's somebody on the outside...
...could actually give a shit about what happens in here now did it?
Where's the evidence?
He's 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 trophy.
At least I'll die trying.
Which is a hell 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.
And the first chance you get, what are you gonna do?
You gonna put a bullet in the back of my head?
I could've kill 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 gonna be a lot of fun.
Not bad, right?
Ooh la, la, Lola.
Safe words are for pussies.
The important thing to remember is that the...
...more it hurts you...
...the better it feels for me.
Where are you going?
I knew you'd be fun to play with from the second I saw you.
How'd you like that, huh?
I really love this game.
Do you want to act like a bitch?
Hey, Rayzah. I heard shouts.
You can play but not too hard, okay?
You are one lucky bitch.
Hi, whatsup guys?
Take us to Tremaine.
K2, get your fat ass up here! We got a guest coming!
Yeti, move it! Upstairs, now!
Show time!
Damien, you 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.
- I've come for Lola. - 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're the new Sheriff in town?
I must admit it.
You're a brave man.
Where is Lola?
No Woman No Cry.
I know the big man, he sang it better.
Let's talk about this bomb.
You're here to buy it?
No, I came to disarm it.
That thing's gotta make you a little bit anxious, ticking.
Tremaine Alexander don't do anxious.
I cause anxious.
Now I could be halfway down South before this thing goes off,
or you can make me and my peeps a motherfuckin' 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.
Gentleman, please, you're gonna love the view.
Only a crazy person would have a rocket.
We live in a war zone, we prepared for war.
Now this thing is rigged to fly straight downtown at a push of a button.
Let's talk numbers.
You 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's okay.
Rayzah.
Bring the girl as a view.
Curtain number three.
What do you see?
What do you see, Lino?
No, no, wait. No, no, wait.
- You wanna die here man? - Don't shoot.
Now's not the time. Lino, not now.
Now you boys all excited,
let's do this shit the uptown way. On the auction block, alright?
I got a rocket, I got a bomb and I got a pretty woman.
I say we start the bidding there at, 10 million dollars, huh?
- Do I hear 11? - 11.
- 11 million! - 12.
Oh, that's a spicy bid right there. Oh, we gettin' there now.
- 15. - Stop the bullshit!
You tell me how much it's worth to you?
How much the 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.
Doorman, woman waitin' on tables.
Where the bitches at now?
In the alley, shooting it up. Or give me somebody's brain...
Because of drugs dealer like you.
I didn't cause this reality.
I just help them ease the pain.
Now, cut the bullshit. Let's get back to that money.
- It's at 15 million, right? - 15.
- Do I hear 20 million? - 20.
Okay, stop the game. What's it gonna take?
You got 3 million people downtown.
10 dollars per person. Price of a happy meal.
- That's 30 million dollars for me. - Then 30 million?
- 30 million. - Done.
- 30 million it is. - 30 million.
Sold to Lino Dupree and the new Sheriff of Brick Mansions.
Call your people and make it happen.
And Lino, stay out of my business.
- Yes? - It's Detective Collier.
Collier? Why aren't you using 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 problem is that the new owner wants to sell.
Are you sure the bomb is there?
Yes, and I can tell you that there's only 48 minutes before it blows up.
Okay.
How do we proceed?
You have an 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 fuckin' numbers.
Bank, 83675.
Account, 0210-84.
6098Z.
- What's he asking? - 30 million dollars.
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 in the money.
- Let's go disable that bomb. - Hold on.
Wait a minute, let my man verify the transfer.
Bank doesn't open for another 25 minutes.
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 got to have a rocket.
What's going on over there?
The fuck do you care? Huh?
I'm still gonna cut your ass up even if the city pays.
Them payin' depends on two things.
Oh, really?
And what's that?
If they think your man is bluffing...
My man Tremaine don't bluff, bitch.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, what was the second thing?
My man, Lino.
Go see what the fuck is 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 can not be here, I am claustrophobic.
You move, he kills you.
If you talk, he kills you.
If you breathe...
And you're gonna give me a kiss?
K2. You know you said tho, "You move, he kills you".
You mean that?
'Till Tremaine gets his 30 mill their life's worth more than both of ours.
Put it this way. They die, you die.
See what not having a plan gets ya.
Hey, you know where the bomb is, I know where Lola is.
And in 25 minutes, we're heroes.
In 25 minutes Tremaine is gonna shoot us.
And device is gonna kill 3 million people.
What? 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?
That's my father. He used to lead some officers on a drug raid.
He's 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!
Shut up!
I need to get out!
- I need to get out! - Shut up!
Help him man!
Stop it!
- Son of a bitch. - What happened?
Oh, shit. He's not breathing.
What?
We got to get him out of here.
We'll fix it.
- Oh, come on! - He's not breathing, come on!
Okay, go!
- Open the gate! - I will talk to the boss.
Hurry up, and get out!
Go!
Shit!
- So I 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 down at the base told me about some weapons being moved.
No profile, no car boy.
Shit was easier than high school pussy.
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 back flip?
On three.
Three!
Catch them!
- You know where we going? - More or less.
Shit.
Damien!
What the fuck!
Different method, same result.
Let's go.
K2, they're movin' outside the building.
I'm on these bitches one time!
- It's faster. - But you still need the key.
I see them ??? ! Go, go!
I'll drive.
Don't shoot!
The next that dare to shoot my car gon' die last slower than that.
Get out of the way, you fool!
Let's get these guys!
Faster!
- Faster! - What? You wanna drive?
- Ya, go ahead, drive. - Whoa, whoa.
I need to get out.
What are you trying to do jumping out of the damn car for?
- Where you going? - I'm trying to get rid of these guys.
Will you shut up?
I don't see them! Where are they?
- Who taught you how to drive? - Who taught you how to speak english?
- Rooftops back that way! - Why didn't you tell me that?
- Come on, tell me, which way? - Left, left!
Lola and your bomb are back there! We don't have much time!
Back where?
Damn.
Come on!
I told you to stay down!
Say, look. We can't just go running up on that rooftop. That's when 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 wall out. - Come on, this way.
Go, they went around the corner, let's get these bastards!
Stay down this time.
They're in the bus! Shoot them!
You, go around!
Let's split up!
Bring them behind the building.
Break down 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.
What's that?
That's an old Russian service missile. Has a radius about 5 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 the NED blast.
What options do we have then? Drone?
Too late. We'll never get authorization just like that.
- Bank is open. - I'll check.
I think they fooled us. No deposit.
And you wonder why I can't fucking trust the government.
What the hell is going on?
Not only did they not make the transfer.
- They're emptyin' all our accounts. - How get evil bastards!
I'm gonna blow them fuck!
Rayzah. The motherfuckin' didn't pay. We're gonna launch. Stay clear.
Time's up, bitch.
Downtown is about to get remodeled.
Sorry girl you would've made a good lawyer.
The fuck was that?
This fucking Russian piece of shit.
Those are controller. Now I wanna get her out of the picture.
Be careful. You'll hit Lola.
No, I wanna get this one away from her.
Trem. Trem, they took out the fucking receiver.
Now I got to shoot the Sheriff and his deputy.
Damn it. Out of ammo. Let's go.
Brick Mansions gangster!
Time to strap up boys!
We fight, or we die!
(DISABLED)
- What was that? - Looks like they shot the launch mechanism.
- The missile can't launch. - We're still in the game.
I want the building sealed down. Nobody in, nobody out.
Tremaine's here. 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 up! Yeti, with me.
Move it!
That sucks. Excuse me.
- One, two, three... - Hey, what are you doing?
- ...four, five, six... - Hey, stop that.
- ...seven. - Hey, this, this is a bad idea.
I believe you said we're gonna do it or die trying.
It's an expression.
Don't think. Jump. All instinct.
Ah! This is a really bad idea.
Block this exit, man. Be easy enough for a man of your size.
- Got a plan? - Kick his ass, don't get squashed.
I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going. Shit!
- On three. - Three!
Fuck!
What are you doing? Hurry up!
He's really pissed off!
Hurry!
That was fucking awesome.
Each 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 the 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 boy?
I don't give a blood what you're telling the boys! Untie the girl!
Then maybe I should just kill you and do this myself.
I guess I always needed a good lawyer.
Sorry for all of this, counselor.
Step away from her.
It's okay. It's okay.
I'm 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 want to shoot an unarmed man, Sheriff?
At least you're going to see it coming. It's better than my father got.
- What I have to do with your father? - Lieutenant John Collier.
Collier?
- They're still blame me for that one? - He was shot right in your headquarters.
Wait.
He never entered the building of mine.
I saw the whole thing from my surveillance camera.
His own men shot him in the back and left him for death on my doorstep.
A cold blooded setup.
You're full of shit. Now get down on your knees.
- Get down on your knees! - Damien.
- There's a problem. - What? The number didn't come through?
No, it did.
- 48216. - That's... our ZIP code.
That's alright. Punch it in.
It wasn't supposed to be here but the code is our zip. It's a setup.
"Perceive to evacuation immediately."
- Punch it in. - Listen to your man.
Shut up.
They playing you for a fool the way they played your father, boy.
Shut up!
??? 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 a problem.
- But the bomb has been stolen. - Yes, and the van highjacked.
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.
You're gonna get us all killed.
Back off.
Stop both of you!
Lino, stop! Help me!
Please!
Hurry up!
- Collier! - 20 seconds.
You die now, or wait 5 seconds and we all die together.
"Ten seconds. Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, four, three, two, one."
"Countdown completed."
Jokes 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.
I'm 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.
Let's go!
Hey, caveman, come on, no stairs! Elevator! Let's go, now!
- This is better than the stairs. - Yeah.
I can't reach him.
We don't have a satellite image. If the bomb went off, we would've 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.
Mr. Mayor. Great place you got here.
Tremaine Alexander. You can see I'm like the Mayor of Brick Mansions.
It's a pleasure to meet my constituents.
On behalf on myself, a new appointed Sheriff and Lino,
and the great citizen of Brick Mansions.
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? 4-8... - Detective.
- We can take it from here. - 2-1-6.
Are you sure about that?
I think Lino, you said it couldn't be 6 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 that jumping around rooftops has losing his marbles.
You hit your head one too many times. You're having a hard time to remember.
Gentleman, thank you very much, we'll take it...
I'm pretty sure the last number is 6.
Hey Mr. Mayor, you want to press the button? Or do my man Damien gotta do it?
- Go for it man. - Give it 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 decision for the city.
And I sent this bomb in there,
to get rid of it's 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 a Mayor, I have to do what's best for all the people of the city.
- The hardworking 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 catch it on the news in about 5 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 deliberated a guilty verdict,
but judge declare that in lieu of Mr. Alexander's commitment to the community,
she would give him the minimum 5 years sentence.