Assault On Precinct 13 Page #3

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You got a problem with that,

call it in.

Yeah, l already tried.

All right, l'll give it

another shot.

Jake, come on. Jake,

you're not gonna send these

guys back out in that weather.

Now, look. We'll lock them up

and we'll let them be.

No problem.

All right, fine, fine,

but they're

your responsibility.

l don't wanna hearjack sh*t

about them or from them.

Let's go. lnside.

Bring them in.

Come on, bring them in!

lnteresting cast.

Yeah, we got

a female gangbanger...

who swears she never

committed a crime in her life.

This guy here specializes

in counterfeit merchandise.

Need a fake Rolex,

he's your man.

Some junkie who robbed a deli.

Allegedly.

Allegedly. He's still riding

on a high right now.

And the star of the show.

He needs no intro.

You know his credits.

Sarge...

when it rains, it snows.

Got another freaking guest.

How's your car?

Won't move.

Must've walked two miles

in this damn weather.

l'm soaking. Look at me.

Well, thank God

you're not hurt.

So, how did you

enjoy your file?

Oh, yeah, yeah,

you dropped this....

Oh, really? l dropped it?

That's strange, because

l was sure that you took it.

Definitely dropped it.

That's disappointing.

lf you had stolen it,

it would've been

the first time...

you were taking a proactive

interest in your therapy.

And you know

it's a bunch of bullshit.

So, you read it?

Yeah, l f***ing read it.

Did you steal it?

You know l stole it,

all right, you know.

And stop being so goddamn

happy about it, Dr. Sabian.

lt makes me sick.

"l think he's hiding

behind his injury.

He's not really hurt.

"Jake Roenick no longer

considers himself a cop."

What kind of bullshit

is that, huh?

You think l'm scared?

That's what it is, right?

You think l'm scared.

lf you've read further on,

you would see

that's not what l think.

All right, well, then tell me

what it is that you think,

Dr. Mrs. Mindfuck?

What is it that you think

l'm hiding from?

l'm not gonna explain myself

to you if you're gonna act

like a child, excuse me.

Run away.

We both know

you can't handle this sh*t

'cause you want to f*** me.

Sergeant, if l wanted

to f*** you,

it would've happened already.

Gotta learn

to control yourself, Doc.

lt's affecting your work,

you know?

lt's very unprofessional.

Don't try to discredit me

because you're afraid

l may be right.

Right?

Yes.

About what? Come on.

Tell me what it is you think

l'm hiding from...

and then l'll tell you

whether l think you're right.

Okay!

l believe that the prospect

of responsibility

has rendered you impotent!

lmpotent?

Yes.

And that's why you're working

at this old precinct

behind a desk.

Look, l'm injured, all right?

That's why l'm here.

Bullshit! You feel responsible

for the death of your team

eight months ago...

and that's why you're here!

l didn't do anything wrong.

A board of inquiry cleared me.

That's right.

You didn't do anything wrong.

But it was your decision

that sent them down the left

hallway and not the right...

out the front door

and not the back!

And you don't want to make

decisions like that again.

Yeah, so?

Yeah, maybe you're right.

What, you want a medal?

So, now you're hiding

behind that desk...

and behind that liquor

in your drawer...

and those pills in that

stupid little matchbox.

But there's still one life

you're responsible for, no

matter where you go, you know?

Oh, let me guess.

My own?

Yeah, your own.

And if you don't start

taking care of yourself...

you're never gonna be

the cop you used to be.

[Door opening]

[Door closing]

[Sighing]

Bishop.

Bish.

Bish.

Bish, Bish, Bish, Bish, Bish!

All right.

Yo.

Bish, Bish. Bish,

just check it out.

Check it out, man.

Puerto Rican guy

and a black guy in a car.

Who's driving?

The cops.

You're killing me, man.

You're killing me.

That was.... That was....

We had something.

Did you feel that?

Okay.

This jail sh*t

ain't for Smiley.

This is definitely

out of Smiley's essence.

Who the f***

lm Smiley. is Smiley?

Me, l'm Smiley.

Look, l'm facing

a lot of jail time here.

l didn't do sh*t

to be up in this b*tch.

They looking for my sister

and they picked me up.

l ain't never

committed a crime

in my motherfucking life!

Right, right.

What, you still waiting

for that tow truck?

lt's not gonna come.

IRIS:
Oh, sh*t.

lt's almost time, people.

[Beck scatting]

Bish, how you get

in the life, man?

For me it was.... l wanted

this bicycle. l was always

praying for it, right?

And God,

in all his wisdom, decided

not to give it to me...

so l stole it

and then l asked him

to forgive me after that...

but that was the beginning,

man. l could never stop

after that sh*t.

That was....

lt was over for me.

[Clearing throat]

All right.

[Clearing throat]

Okay. Okay. 20...

Listen to them

trying to demoralize us.

...6, 5, 4...

TV ANNOUNCER:
Happy New Year!

You gonna do it?

l'm doing it.

[Men singing]

Look at him.

All jacked up and sh*t,

sweating out his f***ing ass.

Looking like f***ing

Mike Tyson in a spelling bee.

What, you two slandering me?

You slandering me?

l'll give you

some free advice. Don't.

Yo, why don't you leave her

alone, you f***ing junkie?

Leave her the f*** alone.

Who's talking to you, man?

Yeah, but l'm talking to you.

So, what's the problem?

What was that?

You heard me.

Who the f*** are you pushing,

man? l'll smack

the smack out of you!

All right, man.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

[People chattering]

...motherf***er up.

That's it, you freaking

little b*tch-ass punk!

SMILEY:
l'll f*** you up!

Hey!

Hey, you f***ing animals!

What the hell?

SMILEY:
Who the hell

you pushing on?

What the f***?

Get off. Oh, sh*t!

What's that?

Sh*t!

ROSEN:
Won't you

f***ing monkeys keep it down

for Christ's sake.

Hey, stop yelling,

you f***ing animals!

lt's only New Year's....

Who the f*** are you?

GUARD:
What's going on

down there?

Hey, Rosy!

l'm all right.

Are you all right?

Stay with him. Stay with him.

Get us out of here!

Get us out of here, man!

lris, get in here!

Get in here!

What the f*** is going on?

Son of a b*tch!

Just keep breathing!

What the hell is going on?

Sh*t.

Oh, man!

Come on.

JASPER:
Come on. Come on.

Hang on. God damn it!

ROSEN:
Look at that.

Rosy, yeah, that's right.

Talk to me, God damn it!

Talk to me!

Keep breathing,

God damn it! Rosy!

JAKE:
lris!

lris.

How is he? ls he all right?

"ls he all right?"

He's dead for Christ's sake!

That's how all right he is!

God damn it! F***ing Bishop!

lt was his guys.

They're trying

to bust him out of here!

You son of a b*tch!

BECK:
Come on,

get us out of here!

Get us out of here, man.

Come on.

All right, relax!

All right, relax!

The threat is over!

Look, get us out of here!

Calm down! The threat is over.

You f***ing kidding me,

Sergeant?

[Moaning]

Oh, l know. l know.

Take it easy, come on.

How's he doing, lris?

l'm sorry about your partner.

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