Bushwick Page #5

get us all out of here.

But we... Right now,

we can't get to them.

Coalition f***ers in the way.

- Ain't sh*t, Ma.

- Shut up, now, James.

My boys are tough,

but they ain't tough enough

to get through that blockade

by themselves.

STUPE:
Ma'am, we're not

gonna be enough to fight them.

I'm not talking about you.

Two blocks over, Church of God,

we heard they got 30, 40 people

all riled up and ready to go.

STUPE:

So what's the problem?

James, you want

to tell these nice folks

why we can't go and ask

Father John for help?

We got issues.

They need our help.

They got some people,

but they ain't got enough guns.

Well, it just so happens

that right here,

- down in this basement...

- Ma.

My boy and his little club...

- It's a gang.

- They got all kinds

of weapons...

Knives, guns, bullets...

For their little

dick-swinging gang bullshit.

Ma, they can't have our guns.

Oh, yes, they can.

This is what we gonna do.

James heads over there

and tells them we got they back,

he gets shot.

Me? I wouldn't make it

halfway down the block.

But...

this sweet little white girl,

she gonna go for us.

No.

You two are gonna stay here

for insurance.

- No.

- No. I'm...

You can't send her

out there alone.

I'm not doing that.

I go with her or no deal.

I don't recall

offering you a deal.

- I'm not going.

- Look. Look, ma'am.

You send her out there alone,

she's just gonna

get herself killed.

That's not gonna do

anybody any good, so just...

You let me go with her.

We'll figure it out, all right?

I'm not leaving my sister.

- Please?

- Lucy.

Please?

Your sister will be fine.

You and your bodyguard

go tell Father John

we'll meet him

at the Laundromat.

Tell him we're going there

right now.

You'll see your sister

in no time.

- No. No. No.

- No.

James, show these people

the front door.

- No. No. No!

- Let's go. Come on.

- Come on.

- No!

- Hurry up.

- Come on. God damn it.

- Lucy!

- Shut the f*** up.

- Sh*t!

- Get off me.

- [ Door slams ]

- Why are you doing this?

Don't f*** around.

Do what I tell you to do.

LUCY:

Don't you f***ing touch her.

STUPE:

Oh, this isn't right, man.

We're all from

the same neighborhood.

We got to stick together.

JAMES:
We're not from

the same neighborhood.

STUPE:

At least give us our guns, man.

Don't send us out there

without our guns.

JAMES:

Take your f***ing guns.

You better meet me

at the Laundromat.

LUCY:

Holy sh*t.

- [ Indistinct shouting ]

- It's getting worse.

[ Helicopter blades whirring,

indistinct shouting ]

How are we gonna

get Belinda back?

Are you okay?

Do you need help?

STUPE:

Can you walk?

Thank you for helping.

Deborah.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

- Whose street?

- Our street.

- Whose street?

- Our street.

- Whose street?

- Our street.

- Whose street?

- Our street.

- Whose street?

- Our street.

- Whose street?

- Our street.

- Whose street?

- Our street.

- Whose street?

- Our street.

- Whose street?

- Our street.

- Whose street?

- Our street.

Whose street?

[ Engine revving ]

[ Gunfire ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Engine revs ]

[ Groans ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Lucy.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Bushwick!

[ Explosion, shouting ]

[ Gunfire ]

MAN:

Go, go, go.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Go inside.

Come on. Let's go, let's go,

let's go, let's go, let's go.

[ Door closes ]

STUPE:

Jesus.

LUCY:

Do you see him?

STUPE:
No.

He's got to be here somewhere.

LUCY:

Well, let's find him.

Have you seen Father John?

[ Hushed conversations ]

Take these over there

to that woman, all right?

I'll be right back.

STUPE:
Why don't you see

if you can find him?

I'm going to help out

around here.

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Loud bang, people shouting ]

Um, excuse me.

Where is Father John?

Um, we've seen a few priests,

don't know their names.

[ Bang ]

Excuse me.

Are you Father John?

Who are you?

There's a group,

and they have a lot of weapons.

- And they sent me here...

- I'm not Father John.

He's praying downstairs.

Right through those doors.

Thank you.

Father John?

[ Indistinct praying ]

Hello?

Father John?

Hello?

FATHER JOHN:
Multitudes

in the valley of decision.

For the day of the Lord is near

in the valley of decision.

The sun and the moon grow dark.

LUCY:

Excuse me. Hi.

I'm looking for Father John.

I am Father John.

LUCY:

Oh, okay.

Are you hurt?

Are you okay?

We need to go to the Laundromat,

and there's a woman on

Starr Street with her son and...

Is anyone among you sick?

LUCY:
Sick?

No. Wait.

Let him call for the elders

of the church.

- LUCY:
I...

- And they will pray over him,

anointing him with oil

in the name of the Father

and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost.

LUCY:
I don't know what

you're talking about.

We need your help.

We have to go.

You don't understand.

The prayer of faith

will save the one who is sick,

and the Lord will raise him up.

If he is guilty of sin,

he will be forgiven.

- [ Gunshot ]

- LUCY:
Oh, sh*t!

F***!

Oh, my God.

You stupid...

[ Breathing raggedly ]

Oh, my God.

Sh*t.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

PRIEST:

Did you find Father John?

LUCY:

He's, um... He's gone.

PRIEST:

What do you mean, he's gone?

We have to go.

We have to go now.

PRIEST:
Father John wouldn't

leave this congregation.

- He's gone. We have to go.

- You didn't answer me.

Is Father John okay?

He did it to himself.

- [ Indistinct talking ]

- [ Sighs ]

Okay. Listen.

Listen up.

Um, it's not going to be safe

here for very much longer.

So we need to... we need to go.

Anybody who is able, please

help somebody who's injured.

We are going to all meet at the

Laundromat on Cypress Avenue,

where we will meet

a group of people

that have a lot of weapons,

and from there,

we are going to get

to the evacuation helicopters

inside Cleveland Park.

We need to stick together,

but we need to go now.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Stupe, come on.

Let's go.

- What happened to Father John?

- We have to go now.

- No. He's gone.

- I can't just leave him...

We have to go.

We have to go now.

- Just let me finish this.

- No.

Stupe, come on.

His shoulder is f***ed.

Jesus. Go. Go. Go.

Stupe.

STUPE:
Just give me two minutes.

God damn it.

I will meet you

by the front door. Come on.

STUPE:

Lucy! Sh*t.

Come on.

Let's go.

[ Knocking on door ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- [ Pounding on door ]

- MAN:
Open this f***ing door!

[ Loud bang,

pounding continues ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Open the door!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

- [ Door opens, gunfire ]

- Oh, sh*t. Sh*t.

[ People screaming ]

[ Gunfire ]

[ People screaming ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

MAN:

Stand down.

[ Grunts ]

Sh*t.

Holy sh*t.

Are you okay?

STUPE:

Yeah. I'm okay.

Yes, yes. I can get up.

I'm okay.

[ Gunfire continues ]

Let's go.

Ouch.

Let's go.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

Come on. Go. Go. Move.

LUCY:

I just killed a guy with an ax.

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