(Scene opens with a shot of Lockdown in his home on Kedzie Avenue on the South Side of Chicago. It is a smallish home filled with flashy, tacky decor. Looking about the place you might think it is the home of some white trash schlub who hit the lottery. Lockdown stands, leaning on the windowsill looking down at the neighborhood street. Lockdown turns to adress the camera.)

Lockdown: I guess you're one of those people who never listen to anyone, huh, Kenny? Who never learn from someone else's mistakes? I told you, all you had to do was leave my name out of your f**king mouth. But did you listen? F**k no. Now you wanna insult me by making f**king generalizations. Because I was in prison, I must be ignorant? I gotta admit, there are some g*ddamn rockdoctors in that motherf**ker, but there are just as many geniuses. They're the guys who are too smart for their own good. Then there are the guys who werent the most versed men in the world til they got there. Maybe you watch too much TV. Prison isn't like what you see in OZ on HBO. We have all this time on our hands, but we usually only spend it doing the same 4 things: Pumpin Iron, scrappin, f**kin little punks like you in the ass, and reading.

Then you go on to insult my hairstyle. Is that really the best you can do? My hairstyle? Man, that's some old schoolyard sh*t.

After that, just for kicks you call my boy a "two bit thug," but you wont say what I am, cause (in a mocking tone) "everybody already knows what Lockdown is." What am I, Kenny? tell me. What the f**k am I? Maybe everybody does know, but I tell you what... Not a damn one of em has had the nuts to say it to my face. Looks like you're no f**kin different.

Should I have looked at the tapes to see how bad ass you are, what you do to people who threaten your precious wife? Well, I got a tape for you to look at. I had it sent over from my lawyer's office this morning.

(Lockdown walks away from the window to the entertainment center. He grabs a videocassette that is sitting on top and holds it up.)

This is from my first year at Joliet. The state tried to charge me with murder for killing these f**ks, but the judge ruled it a, "justifiable homocide."

(Lockdown slides the tape into the VCR and presses play. A black and white image appears on the screen.It seems to be video taken by a security camera at the prison. We see a very young looking Lockdown step out of his cell. Four large black men walk up on him brandishing shanks. Suddenly they attack, stabbing Lockdown over and over. Lockdown turns to fight them off, which he does easily. He grabs one of the assailants and snaps his neck. This does not deter the others as they stab him even more. Lockdown manages to wrangle a shank out of one of the attackers hands, and drops him with a few stabs to the neck. Now they are practically wading in a pool of blood. Lockdown gouges the third's eyes out., blinding him. The fourth attacker turns and runs for his life, while Lockdown knocks the blind one down and begins to stomp mercilessly on his skull. The riot guards are sent in to take control of the situation and as they pull Lockdown away, you can see a shank still stuck into his side. The image on the screen cuts to static and Lockdown presses stop.)

Lockdown: Does your highlight reel have anything like that on it, Kenny? I'll bet my life it doesn't. So you're gonna kill me? How? What are you gonna do? What do you know about taking a life? It aint like in the movies. If I had a dime for every time someone tried to threaten my life since I've been in the WWA, well, I'd have about fourty cents. But thats not the point. The point is, what makes you think you can do what Zion, Shaman, Somers and Harley all couldn't do? what makes you think YOU can make good on your empty f**kin threat.

You never answered my question, Kenny. You just made idle boasts. What can you possibly do to stop me. Every one of those guys in the tape outweigh you by at least 50 pounds. We just saw what I can do. WHAT CAN YOU DO?

DEVIL'S OWN
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