Bushwick Page #4

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Footsteps depart ]

[ Bubbling ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Bubbling ]

[ Coughing ]

That was Oswaldo.

I left the little

latch thing open,

and he got out.

[ Clears throat ]

Yeah. They'll do that.

What are you...

Are you trying

to f*** my sister?

- [ Clears throat ]

- You're sisters?

Yeah. My grandma...

My grandma raised us,

so we're sisters.

So don't you try and f*** with

my sister or f*** my sister.

- I'm not trying to f*** her.

- Oh, yeah?

I'm just trying

to get through the day.

What are you taking pills for?

What's wrong with you?

I shot a guy.

I crushed a guy.

I got glass in my leg, hurts.

Needs help.

You, like, a soldier?

I'm a janitor.

A janitor?

Right.

- [ Bag zips ]

- I like soldiers.

- [ Stupe sighs ]

- [ Bag zips ]

Hey, what do you think?

It's a cat.

It's a happy p*ssy.

Meow.

- Meow.

- [ Bang ]

[ Clattering ]

What the f***?

Don't even f***ing

think about it.

[ Radio chatter ]

Why are you coming in here?

Are you alone?

[ Belinda screams ]

Don't come in my house!

[ Grunting ]

[ Shouting ]

Lucy, make sure no one

comes up through that window.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Groaning ]

STUPE:

You speak English?

- [ Grunts ]

- STUPE:
Hey.

- Where are you from?

- [ Spits ]

Kentucky, sir.

[ Grunting ]

You're an American?

What the f*** is going on?

Texas is seceding

from the United States.

Bullshit.

By the order of the fathers

of the New American Coalition.

We are a united force

with the goal of establishing

an independent nation,

free from government tyranny

and the right to live our lives

the true American way.

STUPE:
Yeah. That makes perfect

f***ing sense.

- Sir?

- LUCY:
Who's "we"?

Texas, Louisiana, Florida,

North Carolina,

South Carolina, West Virginia,

and Georgia are with us.

Parts of Maryland and

Pennsylvania are on the brink.

It's like a...

Like a new Civil War?

[ Man grunts ]

I served with... with good men

from those states.

Yeah. We're a private army.

Mercenaries?

What's the plan?

We'll force Congress

to ratify the secession.

Well, how are you gonna do that?

This... This is how we're

gonna do that, insurgency.

STUPE:
What's the plan here

in New York?

MAN:
We were just supposed to

lock down Bushwick,

round people up.

No one gets hurt.

Establish a green zone

for further operations

and wait for

the president to fold.

We, uh... We didn't anticipate

so much resistance from...

Resistance from

a designated soft spot.

And why the hell is that?

Ethno-diversity, sir.

[ Scoffs ]

Racist motherf***er.

I ain't racist.

It's fact.

This racist pig f***er thinks

that because there's so many

minorities here in Brooklyn

that we won't fight back?

Well, how's that

working out for you?

How?

How is that working out?

- Our intel told us...

- F*** your intel.

There weren't supposed to be

so many guns.

They're illegal here.

Welcome to New York,

stupid motherf***er.

Once we got blowback,

they gave us orders

to shoot on sight

if our lives were in danger.

LUCY:

Killing innocent Americans.

I'm just following orders.

I'm a soldier.

- What'd you say?

- I'm a soldier, sir.

You don't get to call yourself

a f***ing soldier.

You're not a soldier!

Sir, I'm sorry, sir.

Sir, please.

Please, I was just...

Just following orders.

Who's in charge?

Who's the f***ing a**hole

who sent you

and all your dumbass buddies

out here to get yourselves

killed for nothing?

No. Nothing.

It doesn't matter.

You're a mindless f***.

Why would you

question your orders?

You were in the military, right?

You understand.

- I can't be second-guessing...

- Shut up.

Where's the DMZ?

- Where's the goddamn DMZ?

- F*** you. I ain't telling you.

BELINDA:

I know where the DMV is.

The DMZ.

LUCY:

What's the DMZ?

It's a demilitarized zone.

It's where our troops

are embedded,

where they're

getting people out.

And you're gonna

f***ing tell me.

I'm tired of playing games

with you.

You have three f***ing seconds,

or I'm gonna blow

your goddamn head off.

- Please, sir.

- One, two...

MAN:

Grover Cleveland Park in Queens.

The U.S. Navy and Coast Guard

are evacuating

noncombatants from there,

the ones that make it.

STUPE:

The ones you don't kill first.

No one was supposed to

fight back, okay?

We had too many casualties.

They gave us orders.

They told us Bushwick was a

shoot-to-kill zone, us or them.

STUPE:
And we were just

supposed to f***ing take it?

Those were our orders.

It's not my fault.

F*** your orders.

- Sir...

- F*** you.

Sir, please...

[ Coughs ]

Cleveland Park.

Three or five blocks

at the most.

We don't have much daylight.

What do you want to do?

It's up to me now?

My leg's f***ed.

What do you want to do?

Okay.

We're getting out of here.

Is it safe to go out there?

Probably not,

but it's not safe in here.

Can I get a gun?

No.

What are we gonna do about him?

Ah!

- LUCY:
Let's go!

- Okay.

Just in case he comes back.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

[ Alarm blaring ]

[ Indistinct shouting,

gunshots ]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

This is real.

[ Gunshots, explosion ]

I didn't know it was this bad.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Explosion, men shouting ]

[ Gunshots ]

I didn't know

those guys could fight.

STUPE:
Come on.

Let's go. Move.

[ Gunshots ]

If I died in my apartment

like a rat in a cage

Would the neighbors

smell the corpse

Before the cat ate my face?

Dead yet, p*ssy?

I'm trying to jettison

the ballast

With the hazardous waste

Sit your ass down.

Steep in a self-imposed

Stockholm and Lima in flux

Maybe an occupation popular

with demons and ducks

Made any mingling akin

to being seasoned and stuffed

STUPE:
F***! These streets

are crawling with soldiers.

- [ Gunshots ]

- Let's make a run for it.

Yo, we got to go upstairs.

[ Stupe shouting indistinctly ]

[ Door opens ]

STUPE:

Inside, go.

- Who the f*** are you?!

- [ Screams ]

- Put your f***ing guns down.

- Don't shoot.

- Put your f***ing guns down.

- Don't shoot.

Put the f***ing guns down.

Don't shoot.

We're just...

We're just...

[ Breathing heavily ]

We're just trying to stay alive.

Okay?

Put your f***ing guns down.

Okay.

Everybody relax.

Okay? Just relax.

Okay?

Chill.

Okay.

All right.

What the f*** are you

doing in our building?

You don't know what's

going on out there?

Look... if we can all just get

to Cleveland Park,

the U.S. Army is evacuating

people out of here.

- We can get out of here.

- That what you heard?

What does he mean?

What does that mean?

Whoa!

What the f***

is wrong with you, James?

JAMES:

Shut up, Ma.

Get your dumb asses

up here and sit down.

I said now!

Go! Hurry up.

Whoa.

[ Dogs barking ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

The United States Army is set up

at a park over in Ridgewood,

helicopters, tanks,

whatever else.

Some people know better

than to stick around

in a war zone, James.

You don't remember the '70s.

Eventually, they gonna

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