American Justice Page #3

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Now if the Flintstones

were an old black family,

what would they be called, huh?

The n*ggers.

I need to talk to our guest.

Sheriff

Be careful,

don't get too close to that cell.

This isn't the pound,

he's not gonna bite me.

I don't know,

he looks like a junkyard dog to me.

Mr. Justice,

I find myself in the embarrassing position

of having to find a scapegoat.

See,

I have two murders I have to account for.

Oh, yeah.

So I'm the man of the hour, huh?

Oh, no, no, no.

You are the man of the year.

Do you know how I know

it is that I'm loved?

You should have died at birth?

I realize that...

perhaps we've gotten off on the wrong foot,

my men using the N-word out there

and just now the nnn...

I can't even get myself to say it.

It's a bad word.

But I assure you that

neither myself nor my men

ever want to have to stoop so low

as to intentionally have to call

any black man, woman or child...

neighbor.

Neighbor.

Oh, come on, that's funny.

You know what, Sheriff?

What is it?

You and your racist

redneck band of deputies

are about to get a little of my justice.

And believe me, you're not gonna like it.

Nah, I just don't think

that that's gonna happen.

It's a good idea, but see,

later on this afternoon,

you are going to be shot and

you are going to be killed

because you're gonna be trying to escape.

- You know what, Sheriff?

- Hmm?

Your problem is you think

you've got Flipper in here.

Well, motherf***er, say hello to Jaws.

Oh?

Well, Jaws is goin' down.

Just when you thought it was safe

to get back in the jail cell.

"Jaws".

I'll ask.

Excuse me, Mayor?

The papers would like an exclusive

regarding Officer Justice.

Well, how did they get that so fast?

From the police blog.

Well,

call that girl there and tell her to stop.

We've been flooded with

calls all day wanting to know

just how dangerous Officer Justice is.

You know what? Just refer all

of my calls to Sheriff Payden.

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

I hid the money.

I can't believe they killed Santana.

- Okay.

- This just in.

- Thank you, big brother.

- Sheriff Payden of Red Mesa PD

says they've apprehended

the suspect of the murder

of police officer Carter Boyd

and alleged drug dealer, Ray Santana.

The suspect is troubled

officer Jack Justice

of the Los Angeles PD,

who, just a few days earlier, was involved

in a sporting goods store shootout

which cost him the life of his partner,

officer Dan Henderson.

Justice killed the robbery suspects.

It is also reported that

Justice had left a manifesto

on the Mesa PD website

confessing to the murders,

vowing he would never be taken alive

and that he would take revenge

on those officers who have wronged him.

Stay tuned, we will have more

information as it unfolds.

411, how may I direct your call?

- Get me the Mayor.

- One moment, please.

Let's go. We're taking you out of here.

Come on!

Oh, look at that.

He's put on his pretty little hoodie, huh?

Yeah.

No, baby, I swear she didn't mean anything.

You must think I'm a real bad man.

Yeah, not really, boy.

We don't need that, put that away.

Move, n*gger.

Everybody get down!

Go for Payden.

Alexa, please don't shoot me.

Damn it, Jack, you're under arrest.

Don't move.

I don't want to kill you,

but I will if I have to.

I won't leave this chair if

you just put the gun down.

I just need you to think

why I came to your house.

Why are you here?

Outside of the Boy Scouts,

you're the most honest person here.

Red Mesa is a corrupt police department,

sis,

and you know.

Why do you think they never

let you on police business?

They don't want me to see what's going on.

Red Mesa Police Department

is the most corrupt police

department I've ever seen.

It's true.

But what about Boyd?

Who's Boyd?

Well, what about all the damage

and all the people you

hurt back at the station?

I did hurt a lot of people

at that police station,

but I didn't kill nobody.

And believe me, little sis,

I'm good at killing.

Clear it and call it.

You know, I need you to put

all this together right now

'cause I don't have a lot of time left.

I'm gonna need your help.

I'm gonna need to take your unmarked unit.

Dnde estel dinero?

Por fa-f***ing-vor.

Yeah?

I need to call in that one favor.

Where are you?

You know what, Sheriff?

You're gonna spend

the rest of your life in prison,

Sheriff Payden.

Oh, is that a fact?

Well, I tell you what, boy,

I don't think that's gonna happen

because I have something out here

that you want really, really bad.

Little chica

named Selena. Listen...

Help me, please! I didn't do anything!

"Help me, please! I didn't do anything!"

You gonna let this young lady die out here,

or are you gonna be a

hero and come get her?

If you touch that girl...

Oh, no, I don't think so.

Anyway,

I'm not gonna get to kill this little girl

because you're gonna come out here

and save her, aren't you, hero?

You know, Sheriff?

You're one stupid man.

Afraid that's a matter of opinion, Jack.

What's it gonna be? You gonna come

out here, you gonna save the girl?

Or am I gonna turn her over to my

boys to have something to play with?

Yeah, I'm coming.

But I'm coming for you.

He's coming for me.

Bring it on!

Magnum!

Hey, come here, boy.

Clark.

Finally awake.

What the f*** you hit me with?

It was on your porch.

You have no idea who you're messing with.

Yeah?

I've been told that before.

It just didn't work out.

The best thing you can do is

just clear on out of here.

Yeah.

Let's talk about...

how you're gonna die.

Die?

Son, I'm an officer of the law.

You don't cut me loose,

I will tear your ass inside out.

Man, I'm not a man for blood and guts,

but I did grow up in Compton.

But you know what?

I'm gonna make an exception for you.

The hell you runnin' on about?

I want to know where that girl is.

Selena?

I ain't ever known no darkie

give two shakes about a beaner.

What's she to you?

She'll take me right to the Sheriff.

Damn, boy,

you got to be about as dumb as you is ugly.

Well,

I sure as sh*t ain't gonna tell you now.

Okay.

Have it your way.

Oh, motherf***er.

You bleed a lot.

That ain't so bad...

shoot 'em all off.

Okay.

You cocksucker, I swear to Christ

I will never tell you where that...

Where that f***ing b*tch is now.

You know what, Clark?

I'm starting to believe you.

So I'm gonna take off

'cause I'm running out of patience...

and you're running out of fingers.

Hey.

What do you need?

Let me have a smoke.

Okay.

You know what, Clark?

You shouldn't smoke these things.

'Cause these...

are gonna kill you one day.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Good afternoon.

Nice day for a rodeo.

I'm Agent Cobb.

This is Agent Lobo.

I'm Mayor Dorsey.

Perhaps you're familiar

with the Dorsey name.

My great-granddaddy fought alongside

Davy Crockett at the Alamo.

What brings you boys here to Red Mesa?

It's not about that murder business, right?

Hey, hey, hey.

That's my business, all right?

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