Assault on Precinct 13 Page #2

All you do is answer the telephone

and send over any strays.

There may be some who still think

this is a police station.

-Are there any facilities left over here?

-A couple of cells and a bathroom.

I don't understand

why this place is still open.

Well, it is and it isn't, Lieutenant.

The result of transition.

I really think someone in the central office

wanted to give you

something special on your first night out.

That sure got around fast.

I'm going to talk to Wilson. Watch me.

You don't mind if I sit down

a minute or two, do you, Wilson?

-Got a smoke on you?

-You asked me before.

-Well, I never got a definite answer.

-I don't smoke.

That's a definite answer.

Another one gone.

When you're in my position,

days are like women.

Each one is so goddamn precious.

They always end up leaving you.

What do you want?

-Why? Do I have to want something?

-You're a cop.

You're either curious about me,

or you wanna give me some sh*t.

-I don't understand you, Wilson.

-Curious.

-You're not a psychopath. You're not stupid.

-I am an a**hole.

-Can't take everything away from me.

-Why did you kill those men?

Everybody asks me the same question.

I always tell them the same thing.

First time I ever saw a preacher,

he said to me,

"Son, there's something strange about you.

"You got something to do with death."

Being real young, I believed him.

-Turned out he was right.

-That's no answer.

-I thought it was pretty good.

-Where'd you get a name like Napoleon?

-I'll tell you sometime.

-When?

Moment of dying.

I'm gonna do my best to be there

when your time comes.

Hey.

He's really sick.

I thought the warden said it was only a cold.

The man is sick.

-How long till we get to Sonora?

-Another six hours.

We gotta stop.

What's the closest precinct?

Anderson.

-Descanso to Pinehurst.

-Daddy?

-To Glen Oaks?

-Daddy?

-Daddy, the ice-cream man.

-Wait a second, Margaret.

Here you go. Okay, by your place?

Descanso to Pine...

I mean, Descanso to Glen Oaks, right?

Right. Then I...

Can I get an ice cream?

-It's late, sweetheart. I'm closed.

-The music's still playing.

Please, can't I get an ice cream?

-What flavor?

-Vanilla twist.

Oh, Jesus. Come on.

Come on, I'll give you my money.

Just don't hurt me, please. Please.

Hey, this is regular vanilla.

I wanted vanilla twist.

Okay, Margaret, I'll see you

in a few minutes. Right, bye.

Gun. In the truck, under the dash.

-Hello.

-Hello, Lieutenant, Special Officer Starker.

Ethan Bishop.

I'm on my way to Sonora

with three prisoners.

About half an hour ago

one of them got pretty sick.

-I think it's serious.

-What is it?

Well, I don't know, but I'd like to put him in

your holding tanks until I can call a doctor.

I guess you didn't see the sign.

Well, the station isn't here anymore.

It's being relocated.

Well, yeah, but you're here.

Waiting for the electricity

to go off in the morning.

Are you telling me that

I can't put them in your holding tanks?

If you just get back on the main boulevard,

go about 10 blocks...

Look, I don't have a lot of time to discuss it.

Now, if what that man has in the bus

is infectious, then all of us will have it.

Now, the sooner we can put him

in the holding tanks

and I get on the phone and call a doctor...

-Okay. Bring him in.

-All right.

-Isnt that overdoing it a little?

-Napoleon Wilson.

No kidding.

-Got a smoke?

-No. Sorry.

Well, you see one floating around,

snag it for me, will you?

-May be a sick man back there.

-Just passing through.

I have to admit it, Wilson.

You do have some fancy moves.

For a man in leg irons.

Come on, man, pull yourself together.

Come on, speak up.

Speak up.

Lieutenant?

-Who?

-Wait a minute.

-Lot of action for a closed-down station.

-Ease up a little, Chaney. He can't talk.

He says there's somebody following him.

Who...

Come on. Look, operator,

I have been waiting 10 minutes.

What do you mean?

Where's he gone to?

-He's gone on a coffee break.

-What's your name?

What do you mean

he's not available?

Who's after you?

Who's after you?

Where is he? Coffee break?

Get him off the coffee break.

Yes, I'll continue holding. Police doctors.

-Just relax.

-Just a minute. Let's calm down...

-There's nobody out there.

-Let's try to...

You're safe now.

Chaney, help me take him

to the Captain's office.

-Take it easy.

-Come on.

Hello? I just got cut off.

Do we have a blanket somewhere?

-Yeah.

-Okay, wrap him up.

-Make sure he stays warm.

-Right.

-I'll call the doctor.

-Good luck.

I mean, first I got put on hold, then I got

cut off, and now I can't even get a dial tone.

They didn't cut you off.

-What are you talking about?

-The phone's dead.

Maybe the company shut it off early.

That's it. I'm leaving.

Lieutenant, you run this station

like chicken night in Turkey.

Thanks a lot!

He was mumbling,

something about his daughter being shot.

-Where?

-I don't know. He still can hardly talk.

What about the phone?

-Now what?

-Power failure?

The streetlights are still on.

I'll call Ellendale on the two-way in my car.

Chaney just fell down.

-He didn't fall. He was shot.

-What?

Couldn't tell if he was still alive.

-But there wasn't any sound.

-Silencers. They're using silencers.

They're in those trees over there.

Why would anybody shoot

at a police station?

Starker! Lock the doors!

Stay down, away from the windows!

Phone breaks down,

the lights go off.

With the highway patrol running this place,

it's amateur night in Dixie.

Open the door! Let me in!

Get up!

You're not gonna let us sit in here.

At least take these cuffs off.

Hey! Hey!

-Leigh?

-Yeah?

I want you to stay at the window.

I'll be right back.

-You both all right?

-Fabulous, as usual.

What's happening out there?

Hey. Come on! We got a right

to know what's happening. Hey!

Left out again.

Life just seems to pass us by, doesn't it?

-I think they're gone. I can't see anything.

-Is there a back way out?

Past the holding tanks,

there's a door at the rear.

-We're blocked off back there.

-How come?

There's a big wall

with a barbed wire fence around it.

The only way out from the back

is to come around front.

Come with me.

-What about the houses behind the wall?

-Empty.

All the houses in back are condemned

and boarded up.

No one lives nearby anymore?

There are two houses

at the end of the block.

-How far are they from the station?

-500, 600 yards.

-That means no one nearby heard anything.

-That's impossible!

They're using silencers. No gun shots.

The only sounds are the windows breaking.

Well, somebody could've heard that.

I really think they're gone.

I mean, take a look.

-I found a box of magnesium flares.

-No flare gun.

Figures. Try to get that open.

Nothing.

-Not a goddamn thing moving anywhere.

-See?

If you'll just look outside,

you'll see they're gone.

Look, I can't get this open.

Damn thing's solid.

What are you doing with that thing?

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