Assault On Precinct 13 Page #7

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Now, how are we gonna

get the f*** out of here?

Visual on two men. No shot.

Moving to a better vantage.

Hey.

You sure you wanna do this?

Yeah.

All right.

Sh*t!

They're f***ing shooting!

Where'd they hit you, man?

On my shoulder.

Let's go. Come on.

Let's haul ass now.

Okay. Okay!

Go.

You go.

All right. Come on.

Come on, baby. Come on.

This was not the plan, man.

This was your idea.

Come on.

We're so f***ing close.

Come on.

l think l can still make it.

Come on, man. You can do it.

On target.

Come on, man.

What am l gonna do?

What am l gonna do, man?

Don't make me

go at this alone.

Target two locked.

No shot. Have position,

but no shot.

What the f***'s up with

that multiplication table

sh*t, b*tch?

F*** you!

lt's freaking me out.

You couldn't hot-wire my ass!

You're a liar!

Liar?

l will bite

your little white head

right the f*** off!

What is taking so long?

l'm gonna make it

for you, man!

l'm gonna do this for you!

Damn, motherf***er!

What did l tell y'all?

What'd l tell you?

You and your

sergeant boyfriend,

y'all ain't believe me.

What?

Sergeant boy. That's

your boyfriend, right?

No.

Yeah.

They made it. They're clear!

We made it! We made it!

[Whooping]

The skels are dead.

[Sighing]

We don't have

a goddamn chance, do we?

Sarge. Sarge!

God f***ing damn it,

the five of us

can't hold them back.

They're gonna take out

each and every one of us.

What are we supposed

to do, Sarge?

[Echoing]

What are we supposed to do?

What the f***

are we supposed to do?

l don't know.

What do you wanna do, Marcus?

[Alex grunting]

How many inside?

A hundred.

Answer the question.

You're a brave woman.

What do you want to do

with the body, Marcus?

Bishop's men were responsible

for all this, remember?

Let's get this thing done.

Time's up, Sergeant.

Last stand.

Your gun would be appreciated.

Why did l let her go?

l know a lot

about dying, Sergeant.

There are two ways

you can handle it.

With the self-pity

or without it.

F*** you.

Get out of my office.

l see you've made

your decision.

Sun's almost up.

Whatever Duvall's gonna do,

he's gonna do now.

We need to get ready,

or we'll be trapped.

Who the f*** asked you?

You know, l've had

all the sh*t l'm gonna

take from you, old man.

Hey, f*** you, dealer.

No.

F*** with me.

l should've

f***ed with you--

Enough!

Bishop's right.

Jasper, you just

watch the front here.

lris, the cell block.

Capra, you're on.

Take the back stairs.

Bishop and l'll roam,

covering all

the other entrances.

Hey.

What were you doing

by the back door?

What were you doing?

What the f***

are you talking about?

l saw you. What did you

tell them? Why didn't you

let them inside?

What's the plan?

What's going on?

You were wrong.

He's working for Duvall.

He removed the handcuffs

from the back door.

What's the plan? Answer me!

F***!

l'm a f***ing police officer.

l don't have to

f***ing answer you.

[Groaning]

What's the plan, officer?

Oh.

So it's about you and me now,

huh, Sergeant?

lt's not about me

and you. Not yet.

What were you doing

by the back door, Capra?

lt wasn't me, Jake.

What's the plan?

l wasn't there.

We let him live once.

He almost got us killed.

We let him live twice,

we deserve to die.

You and l are friends, Jake.

You gonna do this to me?

What is the plan?

There is no f***ing plan!

[Helicopter whirring]

Don't make me

f***ing kill you.

What the f***

are you doing to him?

Listen. They're coming!

5 getting into position.

Ten seconds to target.

[Helicopter whirring]

What the f***

are they doing up there?

What do you think?

Save your ammo.

We don't know where they are.

We need to make

a move outside.

That's what

they want us to do.

Yeah. They'll pick us off,

one by one.

Jake, l found a way out.

Down in the basement.

All right, lris, Capra.

All right. Go.

Bishop, l need you.

Come on.

lt's an old sewer tunnel.

Why didn't you

mention it before?

l didn't think of it.

We've been a little bit busy.

l don't even know

where it goes.

Of course, we can

always stay here.

JAKE:
lt doesn't matter.

Good job, Jasper.

Okay. We need to move.

The fire department

will be here soon.

There it is.

All right. lt's all clear.

Everybody up.

Come on, Jasper.

Thanks.

Son of a b*tch!

Jake!

All right. Now...

me and the secretary are

going bye-bye. You don't

follow, she don't get hurt.

You lower your weapons,

gentlemen, we can

end this on a happy note.

My apologies, secretary.

Apology not f***ing accepted.

Hold it right there.

Drop your f***ing weapons

right now.

Down, motherf***er! Down!

Damn it!

Get down!

How the hell

did they find us?

Oh, my God. lt was Jasper

at the back door. You

set us up, you motherf***er!

You just killed us, Jasper.

No, f*** you, Jake!

God damn it! l told you...

"Just let them

have the son of a b*tch.

Nobody else gets hurt."

'Cause l ain't dying

for that piece of sh*t.

Or for you either, Jake.

l thought you were a cop.

Go in the truck, Jas.

You don't need to see this.

Bishop, you

should've taken that deal.

These men aren't cops,

Sergeant. They're criminals.

They're killers, just like me.

Ain't that right, old man?

Yeah, that's right.

That's right.

You're goddamn right,

you son of a b*tch!

Not with your weapon.

Give me a clean piece.

God damn it!

Give me a clean piece!

Close your eyes.

Let him finish it.

Sh*t! Get down.

The truck! The truck!

The truck!

Go.

Get them.

You breathing? Good. Okay.

Oh, f***. Just act

like you're dead, okay?

[Twig snapping]

Motherf***er!

F*** you.

You f***ing b*tch!

Hello, Sergeant.

What the hell

are you still doing here?

Marcus Duvall still lives.

For me, this is unacceptable.

So our sh*t's back on pause.

ls that it?

Yeah.

We have a problem.

Duvall and his men can see us.

We can't see them.

l'll draw their fire.

Their muzzle flashes'll

give away their position.

Don't miss, Bishop.

Run fast, Sergeant.

Call Roenick.

Who's Roenick?

Hurts like a b*tch,

doesn't it?

Call Roenick.

Tell him l'm dead.

You know me, Marcus.

l cannot tell a lie.

Look at you.

When l first approached you

look me in the eye.

One of them nervous,

God-fearing types.

Now you put a bullet in me,

no hesitation.

You're quite the changed man

this New Year's, Marcus.

Now, for the last

f***ing time, call him.

He doesn't have to.

Drop your weapon.

What are you

waiting for?

Shut up!

Put the gun down, Duvall.

What are you gonna do?

Shoot me?

Arrest me?

You gonna kill a cop?

There's only one cop here.

Now put the goddamn gun down.

You're caught.

How many more people

are you gonna kill tonight?

As many as it takes.

You make me f***ing sick.

F***!

F***!

[Jake groaning]

[Muttering disagreement]

So it's about that time, huh?

Looks that way, don't it?

Yeah.

Well, thanks.

For what?

You didn't call my name.

That was self-preservation,

Sergeant, and it worked.

l told you.

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