12 Rounds 3: Lockdown Page #2

Shaw's got the evidence.

That credit card?

It's a damn flash drive.

Find him.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

I am in the security hub.

Got him. Third floor.

- Son of a...

- Sh*t.

He gets out of here with that card,

it's over for us.

(DIALING)

- Yeah?

- Meeks.

Take Saul and Gideon and man the exits.

Make sure Shaw doesn't leave

with everyone else.

Why would everyone be leaving?

(ALARM CHIMING)

Let's go.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Fire alarm.

Please evacuate the building.

Fire alarm.

Please evacuate the building.

Fire alarm.

Please evacuate the building.

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

He's on the second floor.

Twelve rounds.

It's Darrow. We're in.

Darrow.

I need you to put the building

into lockdown once everyone leaves.

Everything's run from the security hub.

I'd need to get in there.

Then why are you still talking to me?

Get on it.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

This is Matthews.

- Matthews, it's Shaw.

- Is everything all right?

- No, I am in trouble.

- Where are you?

- I am at the precinct.

- (LOUD BOOM)

Shaw, what's going on?

Shaw?

What the...

Gee. Great.

OPERATOR:
Metro Central Station.

This is fire dispatch.

We have got a report

of a third floor alarm.

Can you confirm that, please?

OFFICER:
Uh, we copy here at car 15.

Yes, there was a third floor

alarm pulled...

- What the hell are you still doing here?

- Making sure everybody's out.

Fire alarm! Get out!

Ah.

All right, Burke.

I am starting to lock it down.

All right. Cut the phone lines.

And jam any cell phone signals in the building.

Copy that. No problem.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

System lockdown initiated.

(BEEPS)

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Communications terminated.

All right. We're dark.

Hi, it's Officer Smith

down here at Metro South.

I just wanted to let you know that

everything down here is A-okay.

Yeah, you can call off the fire truck.

OPERATOR:

We're showing a fire on level three.

Yeah, that thing's been acting up all day.

New building. You know how it is.

Roger that, Metro South.

Have a safe night.

(BEEPS)

(BEEPS)

(GROANS)

You have got to be kidding me.

(BEEPS)

Shaw?

(GUN C*CKS)

Drop it.

Sh*t.

(GUN CLATTERS)

Let him go.

(SIGHS)

Lower the gun.

Yeah, I'd rather not.

I am a lot of things.

But I am not a cop killer.

You're a lot of things, all right.

I know all about it, Burke.

All these years I knew

something was up with you.

And they call me crazy?

You always had to do things the hard way.

I am going to give you this

one chance for old times' sake,

to just lay down the drive and walk away.

Burke, will you just shoot this a**hole?

Shut up, Meeks.

What do you say, Shaw?

Press the button.

Don't be stupid.

I am taking you down, Burke.

I don't think so.

See, I have got an army of loyal cops.

And last I checked,

your aim wasn't too hot.

Whereas mine...

I don't miss.

Ah!

(GROANING)

(CHOKES)

Sh*t.

Stay with me, Meeks.

(WHEEZES)

Stay with me.

What happened?

Shaw shot Meeks.

Give me your radio.

- Darrow, shut down the elevators now.

- Got it. Let's go.

Okay, elevator is...

Locked down.

Sh*t.

DARROW:
All right, Burke, locked down.

Copy that.

All right, Darrow.

- Turn it back on.

- Copy that.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Meeks.

All right. Let's split up.

Damn it.

- (GUN CLICKS)

- HARRIS:
Don't move.

Don't even think about it.

You know you're not going to

get away with this.

So be smart.

Oh, I am smart.

You're the one with a gun to his head.

Hand it over.

Oh, your flash drive?

No, I can't do that.

Really? Well, I guess

I will just put a bullet in your head then.

You never did have what it takes,

did you, Shaw?

To be what exactly?

Be one of us.

A corrupt cop?

No.

Oh, I am going to enjoy kicking your ass.

(YELLS)

All that time off. It's made you soft.

(GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

DARROW:
He's on the first floor.

BURKE:
Copy that.

Somebody get down there. Now.

(EXHALES)

I don't see him.

DARROW:
Stand by.

Got to be here somewhere.

Okay. I lost him.

Shaw?

Shaw? You're stuck in here too?

I can't get out.

I don't know what the hell's going on.

You shouldn't be in here.

What happened to you? Are you bleeding?

It's not my blood. Whose is it?

Officer Meeks.

Is he okay? What happened?

He's dead.

Not by me. Listen I haven't got time to explain.

All right?

Well, then put the gun down

and we will play this by the book.

I can't.

Listen to me.

You're not looking very innocent

right now, Shaw.

Don't do that.

Take your hands off the gun.

Put them behind your head and turn around.

Taser?

Are you kidding me?

Listen to me.

Find a quiet corner, put your head down and hide

until we're out of lockdown. You understand me?

Wait, where are you going?

I think the motor pool is on a separate

grid from the rest of the building.

There might be a way out.

Well, then let me come with you.

No.

Trust me.

Just do what I told you. Okay?

(SIRENS WAILING)

What the hell is going on here?

Anything?

Not yet.

MATTHEWS:
Detective Burke, if you're still

in the building, pick up on channel one.

Burke. Talk to me.

- Go ahead.

- What the hell is going on?

I have been told we got a fire in there.

No fire. I had to evacuate the building.

Shaw's lost it,

and I have got a dead cop as a result.

I had to contain the situation.

This was the only way.

Oh, my God.

Find him and keep me updated.

I will handle things out here.

Where is this son of a...

(RAPID BEEPING)

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Security breach. Parking door access.

He's in the motor pool.

Hey! Where the hell are you going?

To kill Shaw.

You go where I tell you to go.

Go to the exit and man it,

in case he gets past us.

Yeah? And who put you in charge?

Don't test me, Saul.

Hey! Play nice, boys.

Go! Go!

Where is he? Where is he?

Here. There, there, there!

- Ah!

- (GLASS SHATTERING)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

Ah!

Oh, son of a b*tch.

This guy is starting to piss me off!

(PANTING)

TAYLOR:
Detective Burke.

What are you still doing here?

I got locked in.

Sir, I saw Shaw... And he wasn't making

any sense. He was telling me to hide, but...

What's going on?

Walk with me.

(PANTING)

Perfect.

Nine rounds left.

Patch me into the PA system.

Take a seat, please.

BURKE:
Shaw.

I have got a friend of yours here.

Say hello.

Detective Shaw, it's Officer Taylor.

BURKE:
How old are you, Officer Taylor?

TAYLOR:
I am 23, sir.

And how long have you been with us?

A month, sir.

Tell me...

Are you married?

Yes, I am.

And what's the name of the lucky man?

- Brett.

- Brett.

Hear that, Shaw?

Now, if I don't see you on one of these

monitors in the next five seconds,

Brett is going to be a widower.

Now, I know you don't want another dead

rookie cop on your conscience, now, do you?

What are you doing?

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

He's on the first floor.

Find him. Kill him.

HARRIS:
Copy that. On my way.

Good job, Officer.

I will see you get a medal.

(MUFFLED GUNSHOT)

I do hate being the bad guy.

(PANTING)

Damn it!

Shaw has proven to be resourceful.

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