Blood Out Page #2

The murder of my brother.

OK, yeah, follow me.

Thank you.

Are we here?

Whore was dumb enough to offer me

a blow job to let her go.

- Well, what did you do?

- I let her suck my dick.

- (MEN LAUGH)

- Oh, man.

Then I busted her for

attempting to bribe an officer.

- That's ballsy.

- What?

She swallowed the evidence. (LAUGHS)

- (ALL LAUGH)

- Hey, guys, who's Hardwick?

Right there.

I'm Hardwick.

Why you so uptight?

Deputy Savion. I've been calling you.

Hammond Sheriff's Department.

Oh, yeah. Savion, right.

Sorry I didn't get back to you.

I've been real busy.

Yeah, I see that.

You wanted to know about that banger

that got whacked a week ago, right?

You mean my brother, right?

My brother who was murdered?

Any leads? Anyone in custody?

Best we could figure

was a member of a rival gang.

Right. It's taken you, what,

a week to work that out?

The case has been filed 'Unsolved', OK?

What are you talking about?

You closed this?

He was shot in the f***ing back

by a.50-cal handgun.

There's, what,

like, four in the f***ing state?

How hard is that to trace, guys?

Look, sorry to hear

about your brother, alright?

- Really?

- Really.

But you probably know better than I do

what he was up to.

A lifetime banger, slinging drugs

on the streets for years.

Yeah, I knew what he was doing.

My brother, though, you know?

Yeah, well, we look at it

like a problem solved, alright?

Another low-life thug off the streets.

Now, I don't know how you boys

handle things down in Mayberry,

but here we don't lose sleep

when the bad guys

do the dirty work for us.

All of you,

you're a f***ing disgrace.

- Disgrace?

- F***! Oh!

(CHUCKLES)

What the f*** are you

doing to me? To a cop?

Oh! Arggh!

- Tough guy.

- Arggh!

(CHUCKLES)

He waltzes in here... Where the f***

he think he at? Kansas?

HARDWICK:
Savion.

Whew! It's hot in here. You alright?

Yeah.

I'm gonna hold on to these

till your sheriff in your

podunk town call for it.

And I personally wanna thank you

for staying here at

Hotel Central Lockup.

- They look good on you, man.

- Yeah.

But do come again.

We'll always have this suite here

available for you personally.

Yeah, I'll be back.

You had your fun, you had a good time.

You're a f***ing joke, you know that?

F*** you very much,

Officer Sayvion...Savion,

whatever the f*** your name is.

- What about work?

- You kidding me?

Still think I got a job

after what went down in there?

That's not true, man.

They'll probably just put you on a desk

till they get this sorted.

You're probably right.

Can you imagine me behind a desk?

- No.

- Yeah, me neither.

I'll call you, man.

Hey, Mike, I did

some more snooping around.

- What you get?

- Something's really weird.

It smells like somebody high up

is taking control on a local

or even state level.

- Are you kidding me?

- No.

That's bullshit.

This prick in here's got my gun

and my badge. Can you go get it?

- I got you, brother.

- Alright. I'll call you, man.

OK.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SIREN BLEEPS)

This is unit 17. I have

a possible 4-2 in progress.

Male suspect is on foot.

3200 Black Oakland Avenue.

In pursuit now.

MAN ON RADIO:
Unit 17. stand down.

You are outside yourjurisdiction.

Unit 17. stand down.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

We look at it like

a problem solved, alright?

We don't lose sleep when the bad guys

do the dirty work for us.

MAN'S VOICE:
Yeah, feathers --

that's gang related too.

He's definitely a stool pigeon.

We don't lose sleep when the bad guys

do the dirty work for us.

He's definitely a stool pigeon.

(VOICE ECHOES)

(BELL CHIMES)

(IRISH ACCENT) Can I help ya?

Yeah, I need some work done.

What are you looking for?

Sleeves, front, back, all of it.

Start it off with this.

Right here.

Oi.

I don't know, bro.

Do you know what this is?

Mm-hm.

No.

I suppose I could put two guys on you.

Of course you can.

This goes nowhere.

I think we could work something out.

When do you want to get started?

Right now.

(HEAVY ROCK MUSIC)

Yeah, I like it.

OK.

I'll take it.

Great. Rent's due on the 1st,

late on the 5th.

But I need first and last month now.

Should cover the first six.

What do you think?

Mm. I like you already.

If you need anything, anything at all,

I'll be right down the hall.

I'll bear that in mind.

(MEN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

(HOLLERS)

Yo, white boy.

(ROCK HIP-HOP MUSIC)

What's a f***ing Assassin

doing on lndigo's turf?

It's your turf, right?

F***ing right it is.

To me, that street looked like

it belonged to hookers and drunks.

That's a lot of sh*t

you might wanna clean up.

What do you got? That's it?

That's it. That's all you got?

SONG:
If there's a p*ssy in the club

Beat 'em up. beat 'em up

Put that f***ing coward out

Beat 'em up. beat 'em up

A motherfucking pig

Beat 'em up. beat 'em up

Somebody hit you when you flipped

Beat 'em up. beat 'em up

If some b*tches wanna f***

Beat it up. beat it up

And if their man wanna dunk

Beat 'em up. beat 'em up

Somebody f***ing with your click...

Beat 'em up. beat 'em up...

I'm gonna get you, white boy.

You motherf***er!

You won't get a chance, motherf***er.

(YELLS INDISTINCTLY)

(SONG CONTINUES)

(FUNKY MUSIC PLAYS)

- Oh!

- Ooh!

Stand up!

Do you think this is funny?

Where do you want me to hit your sister?

Ohh!

There.

Oh!

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

(WHIP CRACKS)

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

(BRITISH ACCENT) Will somebody

get the f***ing door?

Ohh!

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

(LOCK BEEPS)

(DOOR BUZZES)

So how about you, Squat?

Do you think you're a match

for Miss Bellona?

(LAUGHS)

There's someone new in town,

an Assassin. Not our set.

Yo, he took out four lndigos by himself.

He took out four lndigos

by himself? Impressive.

No piece, no weapons, no tools, nothing?

He even took their gear

when he was done.

Nice touch.

- You sure it was our ink?

- No doubt.

OK, go find him.

If he wants to tip up,

then see if he'll blast a cop.

Go.

And, Anthony, remember --

we cut off the heads

of those that don't bow.

Yes, boss.

(RINGING TONE)

(PHONE RINGS)

- It's Billy.

- Hey, it's Michael.

Man, where the hell you been, bro?

I, uh, need your help.

Can...can you do a crosscheck on Elias

and the Red Stick Assassins?

You OK? Sh*t, you sound terrible.

I don't have time

to explain any of that.

I just need... Can you do

the crosscheck, Billy?

I got you, brother.

I'll check the system for you,

but how do I get back to you?

Not a good idea. I'll call you

same time tomorrow, OK?

OK, not a problem.

Mike, be careful, man.

OK, yeah. Later, man.

Yo, cuz. You wanna go

take care of some business?

(SWITCHES OFF ENGINE)

Well, you know what to do.

Make us proud.

Mm-hm, I'll be right back.

(FUNKY HIP-HOP MUSIC)

This is kind of

f***ing dangerous, right?

Hanging out at a f***ing cop shop.

What the f*** is he

waiting for, man? Come on!

Hey, you need a hand with that?

Oh, f***!

Holy sh*t! Yo, that was Hardwick, bro.

Yeah, it was, or what's left of him.

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