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Brother, you're the one with the big mouth, and I would really enjoy closing it, especially in front of all my friends. But my hands are registered as lethal weapons. That means, we get into a fight, I accidentally kill you? I go to jail.

Anybody accidentally kills anybody in a fight, they go to jail. It's called manslaughter. I think all that lethal weapon horseshit is just an excuse so you dancers never have to get in a real fight.

Nothing's sadder than locking a beast in a cage.

I told you, just be honest with her. None of this would've happened if you were just honest.

That shit always leads to an ass-whupping or a jail sentence.

That's just a taste of what's on that drive. I've uploaded it all to a secure server. Now, if you kill any one of us, or my daughter ever sees the inside of a prison, it goes public. If we all go free, it never has to see the light of day.

I told you I'd make you a leader, DuBois. You got a deal.

You know the deal. Successfully complete the mission and you get ten years off your sentence. You fail to follow my orders in any way, and I detonate the explosive device in the base of your skull.

What are you doing back in prison, Harls?

I got road rage. In a bank.

This isn't a hospital, Pocahontas. It's a cage. And now you're trapped in it forever.

If the bank finds out I'm transferring funds for personal loans for you, I could go to prison.

Well, that's your job. So make sure that doesn't happen.

Two things are gonna happen in the next 90 seconds.

Excuse me?

First, that phone over there is gonna ring.

[Sheriff looks at pay-phone]

And second... You're gonna be wearing these cuffs on your way to prison.

Well, that is one magnificent prophecy, Mr. Reacher.

[the phone starts ringing]

We'll see which one of us goes to prison.

My bet? Neither one.

With a name like yours, you're gonna feel right at home.

Prison? In America? A retirement home. If I go to prison at all.

You think you're gonna walk?

You are a homeless drifter wanted for murder. Meanwhile, I am an old man in the wrong place at the wrong time. Thanks to you, who is left to say otherwise? Who?

Do you know what I'm talking about?

The Matrix.

Do you want to know what it is? The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work... when you go to church... when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

What truth?

That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind.

So you're my uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid.

We have to go.

We came here for the Turk.

We can't get it if we're in prison.

Your mom was in prison?

Mental hospital. You go around blowing up buildings and ranting about robots, it happens.