-What do you say, Spense?
-Not much. How’s it feel getting out? -We have a going-away message for you.
-For me? Give ’em hell, Spenser. Gotcha! You made it.
Try and stay on this side for a while. Let’s go see your girlfriend. Five years ago,
you got yourself sent to prison. -What was I supposed to do? Wait?
-I’m sorry. I love you! How do you like that? Let’s go! -Yo!
-You said I’d have my own room. Hawk, this is Spenser.
Spenser, this is Hawk. You two are gonna be roommates. I’d like you two
to get to know each other. -My friend.
-Hey, what’s up? Heard you just got out. Yo. Get in. -You’re in big trouble.
-For what? You smashed the car through a restaurant! It’s time you tell me
what’s really going on here. Picture this. Dirty cops… drug cartels… and some big politicians,
all working together. When I was a cop,
I was trying to take these guys down… but they framed me. So, what’s the plan? We’re gonna blow this wide open. You want in? No. You don’t get the cool gun. Hawk is the name of a man with a shotgun. Spenser does your taxes. That was good.
I’m gonna let you have your little gun. You never learn your lesson, do ya? You’re gonna do what’s right… with your strong moral code. This isn’t a bar for boyscouts. I thought you knew how to punch. There were five of them. You’re about to walk barefoot
through the gates of hell. That’s how you throw a punch. Holy sh– You got two grown men running around,
playing Batman and Robin. And Alfred, over here. Don’t call me Alfred.