Bomb City Page #4

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- CHILL, CHILL, CHILL!

- STOP!

- [OFFICER 2] UNIT BASE,

WE HAVE THE PERPETRATORS

AT 313 WEST 8TH STREET.

REQUEST ADDITIONAL BACK-UP,

ALSO REQUEST PERMISSION

TO FORCE ENTRY, OVER.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[RADIO BEEPS]

[BRIAN]

STOP.

- IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE.

- [KING] LATE FOR WHAT?

- HEY, HEY, HEY.

- HOLY SH*T, DAWG.

[KING]

HEY, WE WERE JUST TAGGING, BRO.

[ALL CLAMORING]

- YEAH, YEAH, SURE.

- CAUGHT RED-HANDED!

- F*** YOU! F*** YOU!

- CAUGHT RED-HANDED! CAUGHT RED-HANDED!

- SHUT THE F*** UP, KING.

- CHILL, CHILL OUT.

JOHN, SHU THE F*** UP, DAWG.

THERE'S LIKE

SEVEN COPS OUT THERE.

YO, I DON'T GIVE A F***!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

HEY, LISTEN UP.

SH*T.

YOU OPEN THIS DOOR,

NOBODY GOES TO JAIL.

IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR,

EVERYBODY'S GOING TO F***ING JAIL!

- YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

- SHH. SHH. SHH.

- THERE'S NO POINT IN CLEANING UP!

- HEY!

WE JUST NEED TO AC LIKE NO ONE'S HERE.

- WE WAIT 'EM OUT, WE WAIT 'EM OUT.

- YEAH, DAWG. HEY...

THEY NEED A F***ING WARRAN TO COME IN HERE ANYWAYS.

Y'ALL KNOW THAT.

CHECK THIS OUT.

- [ALL CLAMORING]

- CHILL THE F*** OUT, ALL RIGHT?

YOU ARE SUCH:

A F***ING IDIOT, DUDE.

SHUT THE F*** UP, BRO!

WHAT, YOU GONNA

CHARGE UP ON ME, DAWG?

THIS IS GONNA BE FUN.

[LAUGHS]

- JUST CHILL THE F*** OUT...

- SHOW US A F***ING WARRANT.

SHOW US A F***ING WARRANT!

WE'RE JUST HERE

FOR TWO MEN!

GIVE THEM UP AND YOU CAN

GO ON ABOUT YOUR NIGHT.

SOME BULLSHIT.

COPS ARE SUCH A**HOLES.

GODDAMN IT!

LOOK, LOOK, LOOK,

WE'LL JUST SIT HERE,

WE'LL WAIT 'EM OUT, WE MAKE 'EM GO

THROUGH THE PROCESS, ALL RIGHT?

IT'S LIKE 4 A.M.,

IT'LL TAKE 'EM FOREVER

TO GET A WARRANT.

NOBODY OPENS THAT DOOR.

CUT THE POWER.

GRAB THUMPER.

SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS

WHAT'S UP.

F*** THIS,

I'M THROWING KING'S ASS.

- I'M NOT GOING TO F***ING JAIL!

- GET THE F*** OFF ME, MAN!

- SHUT THE F*** UP, MAN.

- GET THE F*** OFF OF ME!

WILL YOU SHU THE F*** UP, FOOL?

HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY.

YO, YO.

I THINK:

THEY'RE LEAVING, DAWG.

YEAH, YEAH.

- THEY'RE LEAVING, DAWG

- HELL YEAH!

I TOLD YOU A**HOLES.

THEY ALWAYS F***ING LEAVE, MAN.

- F***ING HATERS!

- SHUT THE F*** UP, MAN.

- F***ING HATERS!

- THEY WOULDN'T JUST LEAVE.

THAT'S WEIRD, MAN.

[MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY]

- OH, SH*T.

- DUDE...

DUDE, I THINK

THEY CUT THE POWER.

NO SH*T,

YOU F***ING IDIOT.

- MM.

- [KING] SHUT THE F*** UP, BRO.

[LAUGHS]

[ELECTRICITY HUMMING]

WHAT'S UP WITH

THE POWER, DUDE?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

- [OFFICER 1] ON THE GROUND!

- [OFFICER 2] FREEZE!

HEAD DOWN!

HANDS UP IN THE AIR! NOW!

YOU, GET DOWN, NOW!

- STOP MOVING! YOU HEAR ME?

- FREEZE!

- ON THE GROUND NOW!

- DON'T MOVE!

- STOP RIGHT THERE!

- HALT! DOWN ON THE GROUND!

GET DOWN!

- GET ON THE GROUND!

- NOW!

FREEZE!

ON THE GROUND, NOW!

STOP! FREEZE!

[KING] GET THE F*** OFF OF ME!

B*TCH! B*TCH!

[SIREN CHIRPING]

FALL ON THE GROUND!

GET ON THE GROUND NOW!

GET THE F***

OFF ME, F***ER!

- STOP! STOP RESISTING!

- I'M NOT!

HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!

F***ING PIG!

GET THE F*** OFF ME!

GET THE F*** OFF ME!

SHUT YOUR MOUTH.

I'M NOT YOUR

F***ING KID, B*TCH!

F*** YOU, MAN.

- F*** YOU!

- [HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

THIS IS EVERY DAY

FOR ME, B*TCH!

- GET THE F*** OFF ME!

- CALM DOWN, HUH?

GET THE F*** OFF ME!

[CLAMORING]

- [SCREAMING]

- YEAH, NOT SO BIG NOW,

ARE YOU, PUNK?

GET THE F*** UP.

[SCREAMING, CLAMORING]

- GET IN THE CHAIR.

- F*** YOU!

- NOW!

- F***!

GET 'EM ON THE WALL!

GET 'EM!

HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!

COME OVER HERE.

- F*** YOU! F***!

- NOW.

[JASON]

F*** YOU, B*TCH!

GET YOUR HANDS:

BEHIND YOUR BACK.

HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK.

YOU'RE A B*TCH

MOTHERF***ER, DAWG.

[OLES] YOU THINK THEY GIVE

OUT A F***ING MEDAL FOR...?

[KING]

F*** YOU!

[CLAMORING, YELLING]

GET THE F*** OFF ME! I DIDN' F***ING DO NOTHING, MAN.

TAKE THAT F***ING BADGE OFF AND

SAY THAT SH*T, MOTHERF***ER.

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA

DO NOW, PUNK B*TCH?

TAKE THAT F***ING BADGE OFF

AND SAY IT!

I DIDN'T DO SH*T!

[BRIAN] WE DIDN'T DO

ANYTHING, WE HAVE RIGHTS!

YOU LOST YOUR RIGHTS

WHEN YOU DIDN'T LET US IN.

WE DIDN'T F***ING

DO ANYTHING!

WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!

SHOW ME THE F***ING WARRANT!

JUDGING BY THE LOOKS

OF THIS PLACE,

I'M SURE ALL OF Y'ALL

ARE GUILTY OF PLENTY.

F*** YOU.

SIT STILL,

YOU LITTLE SH*T.

SPREAD 'EM, SWEETHEART.

THIS IS NOT A GAME.

GET YOUR F***ING

HANDS OFF ME.

LEAVE HER ALONE, YOU F***!

SHE'S A F***ING GIRL!

- I SAID SHUT THE F*** UP!

- F*** YOU!

[BRIAN GROANS]

ON YOUR F***ING KNEES!

LOOKS LIKE Y'ALL ARE A BUNCH OF

REAL WINNERS HERE.

[CHUCKLES]

[BRIAN]

F*** YOU!

WE DIDN'T F***ING

DO ANYTHING!

GET THAT THE F***

OFF HER!

F*** YOU, PIG!

I'M SURE

YOUR DADDY'S PROUD.

GET THE F***

OFF OF HER!

WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!

F*** YOU!

OW! F*** YOU!

YOU NEED TO LEARN

TO SHUT YOUR F***ING MOUTH.

F*** YOU!

YOU WANT TO DIE TONIGHT,

MOTHERF***ER?

GET THE F*** OUT.

[GROANING, SCREAMING]

GIVE HIM HELP ON THE WALL,

GIVE HIM HELP ON THE WALL.

F***!

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE,

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[CLAMORING]

- CALM THE F*** DOWN!

- WHAT'S UP, DAWG?

YOU HAVE THE RIGH TO REMAIN SILENT.

THOUGHT YOU SAID WE DIDN'T HAVE

ANY F***ING RIGHTS?

YOU GOT QUITE A F***ING

MOUTH ON YOU, BOY.

- F*** YOU!

- F*** ME?

F*** YOU, MOTHERF***ER.

- AH, F***!

- COME ON.

HOW'S THAT FEEL, B*TCH?

[BRIAN GROANS]

[OFFICER]

CALM DOWN! STOP RESISTING!

[BRIAN]

F***! F***!

[RADIO CHATTER,

BRIAN COUGHING, SPITTING]

[GROANING]

[PANTING]

[CLAMORING CONTINUING

OUTSIDE]

- HEY!

- YOU GOT ANY DRUGS? WHERE THE DRUGS AT?

THE F*** YOU'D SAY,

MOTHERF***ER?

[YELLING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CAMERON]

I HAVE IN MY HAND

MULTIPLE:

POLICE REPORTS FILED

OVER THE LAS FOUR YEARS.

ALL OF THESE REPORTS

TOOK PLACE:

AT THE SAME ESTABLISHMEN YOU FREQUENTED.

UNDERAGE DRINKING,

MULTIPLE ACCOUNTS

OF EXCESSIVE NOISE,

MULTIPLE ARRESTS, INCLUDING

MINORS IN POSSESSION OF ALCOHOL,

MINORS IN CONSUMPTION

OF ALCOHOL,

PUBLIC INTOXICATION,

DRUG PARAPHERNALIA,

RESISTING ARREST,

AND ASSAULT OF:

A POLICE OFFICER.

DO YOU WISH TO DENY ANY OF

THESE TRUTHS, MISS HENDRICKS?

OR DO YOU BELIEVE THA ENDING UP BEHIND BARS

IS ALL A MATTER:

OF CIRCUMSTANCE?

[PUPPY YOWLS]

[BRIAN LAUGHS]

[JADE]

THEY'RE SO FAT!

[BRIAN CHUCKLES]

[JADE]

LOOK AT HIM!

AW, I WANT THEM ALL!

THIS GUY.

HE'S, LIKE, PASSED OUT.

- [LAUGHS]

- OH, HEY!

OH, NO.

[JADE]

OH, MY GOD.

I WANT HIM.

- [BRIAN] I WANT ALL OF THEM.

- [JADE] OH.

HEY, HEY, BUDDY.

HE'S SO LITTLE.

[PUPPY BARKING]

- HEY! HEY.

- YEAH.

[BRIAN]

COME HERE, BUD.

I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL,

LITTLE BUDDY.

IT'S NO FUN BEING

LOCKED IN A CAGE.

- [PUPPY BARKS]

- [BOTH LAUGH]

[BARKING]

OH, SWEETIE.

GONNA BE LIKE SIMBA.

[BOTH LAUGH]

WHAT ABOUT "PISTOL"?

WHAT ABOUT "SHOTGUN"?

- MM...

- [PUPPY WHINES]

NO, NONE OF THOSE.

- HE DOESN'T LIKE 'EM?

- UH-UH.

OH.

[JADE]

HEY.

WHAT IS THIS,

"DESTROY EVERYTHING"?

FILTH.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

YOU...

- FILTH.

- MM-MM.

BLATZ. SH*T SPLIT.

DOUBLE CD?

ARE YOU F***ING KIDDING ME?

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