Buried Alive

("State Anthem of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics")

Hell's yeah, baby. That's how I roll.

Max Tek, the unstoppable off the hook, motherfucker!

I need a bump.

Yeah, you do, girl.

Like to keep you waiting.

What's the word, Amigo?

Patience, man. Say it's a virtue.

I'm in no mood to be fucking around.

Just chill, homie. He'll be here.

Man, you feelin' it?

Oh yeah, I'm feelin' it.

The adrenaline is why I do this shit. (grunts)

How 'bout you, young blood?

- (scoffs) I'd be lying if I didn't say I was ready

to shit myself.

- Just worry about keeping your head in the game

And the shit off my seats. (chuckling)

Oh, man, just worry about the computers.

We'll take care of the rest.

That's the only reason you're here.

1400 to 1400.

This is dispatch. Go for 242.

This is 242, go ahead.

- Got disabled motorist on 57th Avenue.

What's your 20?

A long way from the boondocks.

Can't someone else check it out? Maybe a car from county?

- Negative, 242, the call's all yours.

Nothing like the country air.

Bullshit.

Roger that, Dispatch. 242 en route.

10-4.

Cody Hex.

10-4.

Lazy bastards.

Is he always like this?

Like what?

You ever been to Dubai?

Man, they got some cool ways of doing shit.

Like when a deal blows up

and they make 200 million in one night,

you know what they do, they...

No, what the fuck, bro?

- Fucking freak show. - You okay, Mr. Maxi?

I'm better than okay, baby.

Okay, I'm fucking out of here, psycho.

Same.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, chill, chill, yo.

Fuck you.

Ain't your fucking party Val, bro.

Oh, whatever, man.

What do you think of that?

Lemme show you what a millionaire's bedroom looks like.

Okay. Just take it easy with the gun.

Keep your head on a swivel.

Three minutes.

Not that much traffic.

What the hell is this?

Just a little insurance policy

in case we hit a snag.

- What? - Or in case we wanna blow

a hole in the firewall.

Oh, where did you find this guy?

Radio shit.

In the middle lane.

Sir, can you hear me?

Out for a little booze cruise?

Who?

Cops.

Do you require medical attention, Sir.

Why?

242 to dispatch.

50-mile plus, 197.

242 to 20, likely DUI,

probably gonna wanna send an ambulance.

He's kinda beat up.

- Charles 123, copy 1038 (indistinct).

Identify yourself.

Parsons Piping Plumbing.

We're here to unclog the bathroom in the master bedroom.

All right, stand by.

Keep breathing

There's no further action.

Charles 123. Copy 1038.

Holy shit, this guy's plastered

Go for a traffic break.

- Am I going to jail? - At the end of the screen.

If you're lucky.

First we gotta get that cut looked at.

See the (indistinct) HOVN1.

Pleasure doing business.

Pop the brakes!

Drop your gun. - Get on the ground now!

- Drop the gun. - Drop it.

Freeze!

Matt! (gun firing)

Let's go.

Outside the perimeter.

1032C (indistinct).

10 minutes from now, over.

All right, fellas, follow me.

God damn, the party started early here.

Never stops, this way.

Not now.

Sorry to disturb you, Sir,

but the repairmen are here.

I said fuck off.

This may take a minute.

Excuse me, fellas.

Rock and roll, students.

I got a bad feeling about this.

- Just ease up, youngster. You'll be all right.

- Be serious. - Thanks, baby.

Shit, okay, fuck.

(sighs) It's not even in.

- I know. Just give it a minute, all right?

You did too much of that shit.

I can't, I can't go, I...

Dispatch, go for 242.

Hold that thought.

242 reads you.

Yeah. (indistinct).

Sorry, dispatch, didn't copy that last part.

Repeat, please. Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

How're we doin'?

It's loading the script.

Is that good?

Would you believe me if I told you

his password was password?

- Really? - But you believe me,

didn't you?

Oh man, come on.

It took our Trojan though, so.

Is that good?

- Shit. - What?

These files are encrypted.

Is that bad?

Define bad.

I mean, it's nothing to cry over.

I just need to run a brute force attack