12 Rounds 3: Lockdown Page #3

From here on out, we will not underestimate

him, and we will not stop

until he is dead

and the evidence is destroyed.

Unless you boys, and girl, care to spend

the rest of your life bent over behind bars.

Let's waste this a**hole.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Darrow, where the hell is he?

I am working on it.

(EXHALES)

Bingo. He's in the crime lab.

Of course.

We just lost eyes in the room.

Ah!

(YELLS)

(GROANS)

Ah!

Tony!

(GROANS)

You're looking at that door,

wondering if that's your escape route.

It's one of two options I am considering.

And the other option?

Putting a bullet in your head.

Unless you just want to turn in

your gun and badge right now.

Yeah, well, that's just not

much of an option, now, is it?

(TASER CRACKLING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(ALL COUGHING)

(GASPING)

He's in the vents!

Let's move.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MATTHEWS:
For the time being, we are

operating under a full media blackout.

I have spoken to Detective Burke

and he assures me....

....that he is trying to end this

as peacefully as possible.

- Chief.

- Who's running this circus?

I am, sir.

Not anymore.

Would you mind telling me

what the hell is going on?

Detective John Shaw.

He's had a few problems.

Meaning?

Shaw was shot in the line of duty

seven months ago,

along with his rookie partner,

Ray Jones, who lost his life.

A lot of cops around here

blamed him for his death.

They still do.

Shaw was suffering from post-traumatic

stress and assigned a station psychiatrist.

Made excellent progress.

Enough that, last week, he was

signed off and given the all-clear.

Looks like his assessment was inaccurate.

Well, that's the understatement

of the goddamn century, Matthews.

What's the situation inside?

We're in complete lockdown.

All phone signals are blocked.

We're communicating with Detective

Burke via walkie-talkie.

Well, at least that's one piece of good news.

I want to talk to Burke.

BURKE:
Shaw's lost it, sir.

He gunned down Meeks in cold blood.

We gave him the opportunity to surrender,

but it doesn't look like something

he's willing to do.

He's since killed another three cops

and a rookie, Officer Taylor.

I have got a SWAT team in-bound.

If you don't stop this, they will.

Copy.

Piece of sh*t.

So, what's the deal with Burke and Shaw?

How do you mean?

Well, there's history there, right?

Yeah. They used to be partners.

Came through the academy together.

There was a time

when they were inseparable.

Doesn't seem to be

a lot of love there anymore.

(CHUCKLING)

No. They see the world

a little differently these days.

See, Burke wants what's due to him.

Bigger car, better house.

Not some lousy pension and a gold watch.

That's me and that's you,

but that's not Shaw. He's...

A guy who wants to make the world

a better place?

I was going to say a dick. But, whatever.

(CHUCKLING)

Here we go.

(COMPUTER CHIMING)

DARROW:
Burke, come in.

Go ahead.

I have lost CCTV.

- What?

- Shaw's got to be in the server room.

I am on my way.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Security alert. Data override engaged.

That son of a b*tch is trying

to send the evidence to IA.

BURKE:
How?

I don't know. He must have manually

overridden the network from the server room.

Shut it down!

Yeah. I am trying.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Do it.

(THUDS)

(SIGHS)

Okay, we're good.

He's gone.

It's useless.

Burke, he's on the roof.

He could make a call from up there.

Come on, you piece of crap.

(LINE RINGING)

Yes!

If we don't have eyes in the building,

we got to figure out a way to do it.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

What's this? Is this a conduit here?

Roger that.

Roger that, sir.

John, is that you?

- Yeah, it's me.

- Where are you?

I am on the roof.

They jammed the cell phone signals

in the building. Listen, I am innocent.

- John...

- You got to believe me.

I have heard that you shot

and killed five cops in cold blood.

You know me.

You really believe that?

No, I don't.

But you need to tell me

what is happening in there.

It's Burke. He's dirty,

and I have got the evidence.

Wait. What are you talking about?

Burke and his men

were working with George Freemont.

Selling him drugs from busts

in return for a cut of the profits.

(SIGHS)

BURKE:
Did you get him?

I am working on it.

I am heading your way. Get it done!

(GROANS)

Oh, sh*t!

Eight rounds.

Six bad guys.

Love those odds.

(CRACKLING)

(SCREAMING)

Gideon?

Porter?

Freeze!

Drop the weapon.

Nice and slow.

Nice and slow.

And the pistol.

Kick it over here.

Call off your men. Turn off that radio.

Shaw's not on the roof.

DARROW:
Okay. Copy that.

You going to kill me?

Nope.

I am getting out of here and you're my ticket.

Turn around.

(CHUCKLING)

You're not getting out of here.

You couldn't save Officer Taylor,

you couldn't save Ray Jones,

and you sure as hell can't save yourself.

I wonder if your men will save you.

If they will let you die,

like you let Meeks die.

You have killed more cops than me tonight.

And why?

Because you think

you're doing the right thing.

You put your life on the line,

and what did it get you?

A cop killed, an ugly scar

and a permanent date with a shrink.

Not another word.

- It didn't have to be this way, Shaw.

- Quiet.

We all put our lives on the line

each and every day.

So what if we take

a little something back?

Take a look at your badge, Burke.

Protect and serve.

That's the difference between you and me.

You serve the badge,

when the badge should serve you.

Get the elevator working.

Be convincing.

Darrow.

Copy.

Get the elevator working.

I am coming down.

Okay. Got you.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Remember our first day as partners?

Remember how I told you.

Never cuff a man's hands behind his back,

because you can't see

what he's doing back there?

(GROANS)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Shaw?

(GUNSHOT)

I have got some advice for you, Shaw.

Try hitting some place

that isn't covered by Kevlar.

Like your head?

(GROANS)

KEPPLER:
Burke, talk to me.

Go ahead.

You have got five minutes to get out.

You have had long enough.

All you have succeeded in doing

is pissing Shaw off.

We have got five minutes

to kill this son of a b*tch.

Let's go.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(CLATTERS)

Great.

(GASPING)

Drop the gun.

You're not going to shoot me.

(GUNSHOT)

(GASPING)

Sh*t!

(BREATHING HEAVILY THROUGH MASK)

Gotcha!

(GASPS)

KEPPLER:
Burke, come in.

Burke, answer me.

- I have got this under control, sir.

- Time's up.

We're cutting the power.

SWAT are coming in.

Darrow, SWAT's cutting the power.

No, no, no, no, no.

Burke, if they do that,

we're out of lockdown

and Shaw could make calls.

Tell me something I don't know.

Power up the elevators.

You got it.

Hello, Shaw.

Offer you a ride to the lobby?

What?

Don't move. Stay where you are.

You think you can get a shot off before me?

Yeah.

At least one of you would go down with me.

Are you crazy?

You're alive, aren't you?

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