Blood Out

(INDUSTRIAL MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(FUNKY DARK MUSIC)

Got a meth lab --

explosive, highly toxic.

Last report -- eight inside,

all presumed armed and dangerous.

Billy, Joe, you've got the back.

Go.

Hey, you guys wanna

play cops and robbers?

Yeah!

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS IN HOUSE)

(MOUTHS)

OFFICERS:
Get down! Get down!

MAN:
Get down, everybody! Freeze!

On the ground! Down! Clear.

- Cops!

- Gun!

(ALL YELL AND CLAMOUR)

(PEOPLE YELL AND SCREAM)

Ohh!

(GROANS) My leg! Ohh.

(YELLING CONTINUES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Arggh!

(AUTOMATIC-GUN FIRE)

(PANTS HEAVILY)

(GIRL SCREAMS)

No, no.

Freeze!

No...

Oh!

No.

Get me a medic now! Move it!

Hang in there, sweetie.

Damn you!

Now! Move it!

(SIREN WAILS)

(PARAMEDICS SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

Yo, Mike, David called again

twice today. This is his number.

Really? You know what?

I'm not interested.

It's your brother

we're talking about, man.

- He might be in trouble or something.

- Oh, David in trouble?

Well, that would make

a change, wouldn't it?

David's not in trouble.

He is trouble.

Guys.

Tough day today, but you did

a good job out there.

We got a couple of guys down,

but no-one lost.

Most importantly,

the dopers got shot down.

You said no-one was lost.

How's the girl?

I'm sorry. Collateral damage.

It's just terrible.

No-one wins in this, Michael.

Everyone get some rest.

MICHAEL:
Hey, give me a minute,

alright? What are you doing here?

Can I talk to you?

The one thing I asked you --

not to come here. One thing.

Mike, please, man, can I just...

Just for a second, please?

What the f*** do you need?

One of your friends banged...

- Just please...

- You need money? I can't help you.

Could you please just come out with me

and talk with me for a second?

Please?

I'll see you outside.

Hey. So what is it?

What do you need, David?

Look, uh...

..I'm getting out.

How many times do you think

you can make me believe that, huh?

I'm getting married too.

- Look at her, man.

- Yeah, she's beautiful.

Isn't she, though? Her name's Gloria.

She cares about me, man.

A lot of people cared about you, David.

I love her, man.

I'm gonna marry her.

What do you want from me, huh?

What? You want my f***ing blessing?

You got it. Go marry her, do something.

She won't marry me

unless I get out, you know?

I can't do that alone,

blood out and all that, you know?

Yeah, I know, more than you know.

You're gonna give her Mom's ring?

I am.

Let me see that.

Is this for real, David?

I swear to you, man. I'm done.

Do it for Mom, OK?

You come stay with me, we'll get

you a job, I'll get you a place, OK?

I gotta put up with your sh*t anyway.

OK.

I love you, man. Come here.

DAVID:
I love you too, man.

I'm not gonna let you down.

I promise, man.

I'm not gonna let you down.

Yo. We got a problem.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

(WHISPERS) Hey, hold up.

- Yeah.

- Yo, kid, meet me at the spot.

Come on, man.

Sh*t, can't you handle this?

Of course I can, kid,

but Elias wants us both on this one.

I guess there's some new crackers

he ain't vetted yet.

It's five bills a piece.

Five bills, huh?

Sh*t.

Just a quick pick-up and drop, right?

That's it.

Sh*t, alright. F*** it.

Alright, I'll be there.

Cool. See you, kid.

(TRAIN HORN BLOWS)

- What's up, fool?

- What it is.

So let's go. Where's this slinger at?

Oh, f***ed if I know.

(CAR DOORS OPEN AND CLOSE)

What the f*** is this?

What the f*** is he doing here?

ourselves to miss your funeral, bro.

Anthony, step away.

Step away.

It seems like all your boys

have turned up to say goodbye.

They don't look very sad to me.

Well, nobody's sad when a snitch dies.

I ain't no f***ing snitch!

So what you're saying here

is Stix over there is a liar.

Stix?

I seen you sucking up

to that f***ing cop.

No, he's my brother, man!

Look, I needed his help

with something. That was it.

I ain't no f***ing pigeon, alright?

I swear to you on that, Elias.

I just want out, alright? That's it.

OK, you want out?

That's it, it's done, you're out.

Zed? It makes no difference to me.

You're still a dead man.

You know the code.

Look, I've been banging for you

since I was 12 years old, alright?

I've done everything

you've ever asked of me.

Man, I've taken care of your beef,

jacked for you, killed for you --

everything you've ever asked of me.

Man, my own mother died in my arms

'cause of a bullet that was meant for me

and I still didn't drop the flag then.

You wanna jump out?

Yeah.

OK.

You get past them boys and you go free.

You don't, you die.

No bullshit.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(ALL YELL)

Oh! (GRUNTS)

(YELLING CONTINUES)

(GRUNTS)

Ohh!

(ELECTRO-INDUSTRIAL MUSIC)

Are you next?

Run, rabbit. Run!

Blood in.

Blood out.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

- Let me get this.

- Go ahead.

Yeah. Hello. Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. This is he.

Yeah, yeah, Deputy Michael Savion.

When...when did this happen?

OK, I understand.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

You good, bro?

It's David.

He in trouble again?

Yeah, it's more than that, man.

Deputy Savion.

I got a call about my brother.

Go through.

You Savion?

Uh-huh.

Two shots, both entry, right?

Yeah, one up close.

Any shells?

One in the wall right there.

The other one's

probably underneath him.

It looks like a.50.

You said a .50-cal.

Are you talking about a rifle?

No, no, no. No, it was short shells.

Probably a handgun.

- A handgun?

- Yeah.

You think gang-related?

Oh, yeah, yeah, definitely gang-related.

Look, uh...

..I just need to get your signature here

on this positive ID form

and we can get back to work.

You know, I'd greatly appreciate it.

- Feathers, huh?

- Yeah, something like that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, feathers --

that's gang-related too.

He's definitely a stool pigeon.

You shitting me? F***ing listen.

Hey, hey!

I'll tell you exactly what it is!

I got it.

Guess I'll get his personal effects

at the station, right?

Yeah, yeah. Hardwick's

the lead detective.

- Yeah, good to know.

- He'll call you in a couple of days.

I'm sure of it.

4/861.

What's the password?

Thanks, bro. I owe you.

Mike.

What you got?

- Gang tats, right?

- Yeah.

You recognise any of them?

Mm-hm, that one.

RSAs. Aren't they the same suit

that runs out of Baltimore?

Same gang, different set.

OK, good. Nice work. Do a run on

the.50-cal handgun for me, will you?

Got you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)

(RINGING TONE)

Hello. Hi. This is Michael Savion,

Deputy Michael Savion.

I've called at least 15 times,

left messages.

I've not got a single call back.

Yeah, yeah, I understand.

No. Excuse me.

Can you listen to me, please?

I'm just simply trying to acquire

the status of the investigation.

Can you please give me some information?

But I... No, no, I...

OK, yeah.

Look, just tell him that Michael Savion,

Deputy Michael Savion, called again.

OK? Thank you.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Excuse me.

Oh, yeah?

I'm looking for a Detective Hardwick.

And what's your name?

Michael Savion.

And what is this in reference to?

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