D-Tox Page #4

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Two men are dead.

If there's something you need

to tell us, now is the time.

- You should check his service record.

- I already did that.

- The guy was a patient here.

- Oh, that's great!

The son of a b*tch murdered his

commanding officer over in South Korea.

Strangled him. Psycho!

- And you gave this crazy f*** a job?!

- Come on, Lopez! Back off.

Since when did protecting women

become your specialty, Malloy?

You're right. It's not.

My specialty... is doing my job...

while the one good thing in my life

is home, being butchered.

You talk about her again,

I'm gonna kill you.

How'd Jack end up working here?

I vouched for him.

He was totally rehabilitated.

- What about Gilbert?

- A manic-depressive. He hates violence.

Look, Jack's got nothing to do with this.

I know that.

Hey, people! Gilbert found Doc.

Jones.

Jaworski.

Noah.

Lopez.

That's the Scotch drinker, all

right. Guess he never made it to detox.

- You're tellin' me this guy's a cop?

- Well, that's what he said.

Now, what the hell is goin' on up there?

I need to get up there.

Whoever did this

must have used a sledge.

They hammered the living sh*t

out of these carburetors.

The snowmobiles are finished.

Let's take the Suburban, go for help.

If I had extra hands, we could

dig our way out if we get stuck.

- The freezer's fillin' up fast.

- I think he's right.

Hank, take Jenny and Gilbert.

Manny can help with the digging.

No. Weeks can't be moved. We need

someone here with medical expertise.

It's not a request.

You don't have to be here.

Where would I be safer? Riding through

a whiteout with some yahoo like Hank,

or sitting here

in a room full of armed officers?

How about you?

No way. I'm gonna go down with the ship.

You guys go while there's still some light.

We're outta here!

C'mon, Gilbert, let's go.

- Now what? - We can rotate

two-man shifts on watch.

- Who made you king sh*t?

- He's ranking officer.

- I ain't in uniform.

- I thought SWAT boys were team players.

My team doesn't wait around to get hit

by a shitstorm. We are the shitstorm.

I'm with Noah. I say we find

this crazy piece of sh*t and Frosty his ass.

How do you know it's Jack?

How do you know that?

How do you know it's not...

Lopez, or Jones?

How do we know it isn't Slater?

How do I know it isn't you?

Me?

Yeah... right!

You better keep an eye

on that one, nursie.

He crackin'!

Split the building into sections.

Each person will clear an area.

Point me in the direction.

I see you.

But you won't see me.

He'll die without it.

Jenny, where'd you find Conner's body?

Hank! Do ya think

we can get the truck through yet?

Keep digging, Manny.

What was that?

- Gilbert's gone!

- I don't give a sh*t where he's gone!

We're gettin' the hell outta here!

Get in the truck.

What's that?

Look out! Look out!

Anything scares you, kill it.

Hank! Where'd you go?

Hank!

Jack!

Jack.

Gilbert!

Wait!

Hey.

Frozen corpses don't bite.

- You're used to seeing bodies. I'm not.

- It's OK.

Weeks is burning up. I need ice.

Will you get it for me?

Who's the f***in' brainiac

that locked the door?!

- Sh*t!

- What were you doing outside?

Noah told me to check for tracks.

- Did you see Malloy?

- Why? Should I have seen him?

Is there something goin' on here

I should know about?

Jack?

Come on, now, Jacky boy...

No more games.

Main circuit board died with

McKenzie. That means no power, no heat.

The emergency lights

are not gonna last long.

Great! It's gonna be

This is bullshit! This is bullshit, Malloy!

- Come on.

- Malloy!

- What happened?

- Jack and Manny are dead. Hank's gone.

- Where's Gilbert?

- He saw me and he bolted.

- He's still out there?

- I found the missing snowmobile.

Whoever took it

burned the personal files.

- Why?

- Makes it impossible to prove who's who.

One of us isn't a cop.

Give me a knife.

What are you looking for?

What are you looking for?!

- Confirmation!

- Confirmation of what?!

I see you. You see me.

- He's here.

- What are you talking about?

He's here!

Agh!

Dead...

- Dead... dead...

- What'd he say?

- All dead.

- They're all dead.

Open up! Come on, open up!

For the last time, I got out of there

when I saw Jack strung up.

I almost got lost in the blizzard.

I'm coming back through

the utility tunnels when Malloy comes in.

He's not just down there for a walk,

so I hide behind the woodpile, OK?

It's not Malloy. I was with him.

He went out there to help you.

Well, what do I know?!

Malloy should stay

locked in my cell. Just to be safe.

Yeah?

Tell you what... you don't have to be a fed

to read a flashing sign.

Maybe it's time for Reverend Jones

to explain the artwork!

Don't you ever paw me, boy.

You understand?

Maybe Malloy was right

about one of us not being a cop.

Somebody was out there in that storm.

If it wasn't Hank, or Malloy,

who was it?

You were outside looking for tracks, right?

Right. And I got locked out.

Did you?

Guess my cover's finally blown.

Ignorant a**holes.

It's not me, it's one of you.

Get the f*** outta my face!

Get the f*** outta my face!

- Drop the gun!

- Noah, don't!

- Back off!

- Drop the gun, a**hole!

- Mine shoots bullets, too, motherf***er!

- Stop it!

I feel safer already.

Christ, it's Slater.

I'm very close.

So close, you don't know it.

I stare into your eyes,

and you see nothing.

I see you. But you don't see me.

So what did the fed say

about all this?

He talked like it was someone

he knew. Someone he tracked.

- The cop killer?

- He's dead, isn't he?

He'd better be.

Hey, any cop killer steps my way,

I'll cap his ass.

Well, let's hope you do.

- What do you mean, hope?

- You've studied guys like this, Doc.

They don't just kill you.

They play with you.

Hey, man, I don't wanna hear this, OK?

They gouge out your eyes,

shove things down your throat.

Are you deaf?

Maybe the Lord's got other plans.

Maybe we'll freeze to death first.

You wanna show us

where that woodpile is?

What, are you nuts?!

I ain't goin' back down there.

Well, I ain't goin' down there by myself.

Lead on.

- Wood store's down this way.

- Shh!

- You hear that?

- Hear what?

I think we got company.

Not for long.

You two... clear that one.

I got this one.

Come on.

Move!

I found that hidden above Slater's room.

It's him.

He's taking trophies.

If we're gonna get outta here,

here's what we do.

You and Lopez check upstairs.

I'll take the tunnels.

- Jenny, you stay here with Jaworski.

- Why?!

Please, just trust me.

Hank!

Slater!

Hank!

Slater!

Hey, cop.

Drop the weapon.

Hands behind your head.

Fingers locked.

That's it.

Now, on your knees.

You know, I like playing cop.

How do you like playing the victim? Huh?

D'you like how it feels?

- Come on.

- Please.

Please.

Wasn't it you who was gonna cap my ass,

tough guy?

Open your eyes.

Look at me.

That a boy! See?

Look here.

You see somebody comin' up them stairs,

you let faith guide that bullet

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