You're a piece of work, Dredd. But so am I. You think I didn't know I'd get busted some...

Ma-Ma: You're a piece of work, Dredd. But so am I. You think I didn't know I'd get busted some day? Goes with the territory. This entire level is rigged with enough high explosives to take out the top fifty stories. If they go, the rest go too. [holds up her arm] Ma-Ma: Like the jewelry? It's a transmitter, synced to my heartbeat. My heart stops, the building blows, and everyone in it... ash. You got no way out, Judge. Put your gun down. [Dredd doesn't respond] Ma-Ma: Do you know how many people live in this block? Judge Dredd: This isn't a negotiation. Your sentence is death. Ma-Ma: You can't afford to take the risk. [Dredd lowers his aim and shoots her in the stomach. She collapses onto her bed, bleeding] Judge Dredd: We're a kilometer above ground. What do you figure the range is on that thing? Could it get through a hundred levels of concrete? How about two hundred? Let's find out. [He hauls her to her feet and drags her to the window] Judge Dredd: Citizen Ma-Ma, your crimes are multiple homicide and the manufacture and distribution of narcotics. How do you plead? [He doses her with Slo-Mo, she says nothing] Judge Dredd: Defense noted. [He throws her out the window into the atrium, and she plunges to her death. From the ground floor, the detonator on her wrist activates, signalling the bomb... and nothing happens] Judge Dredd: Yeah.