Detroit Page #7

They the ones

that's acting crazy.

They lost they mind

when they seen...

...a couple white girls

in a room with a black man.

They're lookin' for

a sniper, okay?

But Carl wasn't

no sniper, man.

So if a guy goes for your gun,

...you gonna let him have it

because he's black?

Come on!

A cop has a shotgun

like yours, right?

You hold that tight

with two hands.

How you even gonna

try to take that?

Lotta ways.

(SIREN WAILING)

(BOTTLES CLANGING)

(GRUNTING)

There's no guns

in this whole motel...

...except the ones

these cops brought.

There's no guns.

(PANTING)

(SIGHS)

We takin' something

for those crazy boys.

Pick 'em up.

What's the point?

Look, I understand. Okay?

But don't antagonize

those guys.

I need you

to survive the night.

Survive the night.

(SIGHS)

All right?

You don't think

you're gonna talk?

I'll f***ing make you talk.

Where's the f***in' gun?

FLYNN:
Get up!

Get the f*** up!

You gonna tell me

where the gun is?

- FRED:
I don't know.

- FLYNN:
Bullshit!

(GRUNTING)

FLYNN:

Stop f***ing lying to me!

Where's the f***ing gun!

I swear to God,

I'll pull the f***ing trigger!

Where is it?

AUBREY:
I don't know,

I swear...

FLYNN:
Bullshit!

SERGEANT:
Come here.

What's going on?

I gotta tell you, Detroit PD

is going nuts in there.

What do you mean?

Looks like they're

terrorizing suspects,

...beating and so forth,

trying to get a confession.

Well, that's not correct,

they got their civil rights.

That's what I'm saying.

Don't look right to me.

FLYNN:
Where's

that f***ing gun?

Don't lie to me!

Where's the gun?

All right.

Let's let them have the case.

I don't wanna get involved in

any civil rights mix-up, you know?

Let's go.

(SIREN WAILS)

- Where's the f***ing gun!

- I don't know!

FLYNN:
Bullshit!

You people are always lying!

Who's the shooter?

KRAUSS:
Find it?

No.

All this looks stolen.

I searched

the whole room, myself.

He wouldn't even

tell you, huh?

All right.

Get Demens to watch the line.

Come with me.

Get in there. Quickly.

- LEE:
Wait, wait, wait.

- KRAUSS:
Lie down.

Come on!

We need you in here.

Get the...

Get on the goddamn floor.

(GROANS)

LEE:
You don't have to

do this, man.

(LEE SOBBING)

We're gonna hold the line.

(GIRLS WHIMPERING)

Why you gotta f*** them, huh?

What's wrong with us?

KRAUSS:
Listen to me.

You need to tell me...

...where the gun is

and who the shooter is...

I swear to you there's no gun.

There's no gun, man!

KRAUSS:
...or I swear to God,

I will kill you.

LEE:
There's no gun, man.

(SOBBING)

Okay.

I don't know nothing, man.

No!

(GUNSHOT)

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

AUBREY:

He shot him. He shot him.

DEMENS:
Face the f***ing wall.

(ALL SOBBING)

KRAUSS:

Be still and stay quiet,

...or the next one is for real.

Understand?

This'll make 'em talk.

Watch this.

That one didn't even kick.

That's what happens

when you lie to us.

Who else wants to kill one?

You wanna kill one?

Okay.

All right.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MICHAEL:
Officer, wait!

I didn't shoot nobody!

- Officer, wait!

- Shut up!

MICHAEL:
F***!

ROBERTS:
Shut up.

Get the f*** in there.

I told you I don't know where

the f***ing gun is, man.

- You looked for it, right?

- Shut your mouth!

Hey, man. You gotta tell me where

the gun is so all this can stop.

- Where's the gun?

- I don't know.

- You can't do this sh*t!

- Shut the f*** up!

(GUNSHOT)

AUBREY:
Michael. Michael.

(GIRLS CRYING)

KRAUSS:

You think we're bluffin'?

This is Detroit.

We don't bluff.

(WHISPERS) Now, be quiet,

...or the next one

will be for real.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

I killed that n*gger.

There you have it.

AUBREY:
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Get your goddamn hands

off her. Turn around.

What's your part

in all this, huh?

Probably know

where the gun is.

Probably know

who the shooter is.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

KRAUSS:
Yes, you do.

And you're lyin' to me.

Get away from me!

You think you'd get a pass

'cause you're white?

No, whore. You don't.

Find out what she knows.

It's okay. Easy, easy.

KRAUSS:
Face the goddamn wall.

I'm not gonna tell you again.

It's just you and me.

Take a seat.

(FLYNN SNIFFS)

Sit down.

Sit down.

Ouch.

You all right there, miss?

Is everything okay?

(SCOFFS)

You're okay though, right?

Don't touch me.

Try to keep calm.

What are you doin'

living here?

It's a hotel, isn't it?

Yeah.

So you're up here

for a while?

Some, uh,

...prostitution, maybe?

I'm visiting from Ohio.

My father is a judge.

And your father,

he knows you're here, right?

Living amongst the blacks?

Are there black people here?

I didn't notice,

I'm colorblind.

Really?

What color am I? Blue?

(CHUCKLES)

You look yellow to me, sir.

(GRUNTS)

- You're working prostitution.

- No!

(SOBBING)

(CHAIR SCRAPING)

FLYNN:
Look at me.

You're f***in'

these black guys, right?

They're kids.

What's the matter with you?

I'm trying

to protect you, miss.

Stay there.

She's a hooker.

All right, f*** it.

Come here.

So, you are the pimp.

No, sir.

I think you're mistaken.

(GRUNTS)

- F***!

- KRAUSS:
Listen.

We've got

all the time in the world.

We are gonna get

to the bottom of this.

So think very carefully about

how you answer our questions,

...or you're gonna end up like

your friends in the next room.

How long you been pimpin' out

these young girls, huh?

Destroying their bodies

and minds.

I just met 'em.

I ain't pimpin'.

I just got back from the war.

You're a veteran?

Yes, sir.

(GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

KRAUSS:
F***in' stupid

do you think I am?

You wear army green,

...you try to be

a f***ing serviceman.

We don't need

pimps in the army.

Probably drove

a f***ing supply truck.

(GREENE GROANING)

I was airborne. (WHIMPERS)

(THUDDING)

(GREENE GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

OFFICER 1:
Look out!

OFFICER 2:
Take cover!

Move to cover!

Get down! Get down!

OFFICER 1:
Go, go, go!

(GUNSHOTS)

- OFFICER 1:
Take cover!

- OFFICER 2:
Sniper!

(GUNSHOT)

Down, down!

OFFICER 1:
Across the street!

They're running up Euclid!

- OFFICER 3:
Three houses up.

- OFFICER 4:
I see him!

OFFICER 5:

Who's got eyes on him?

Don't worry about it. If it

was anything, they'd grab us.

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Larry, what are you doin'?

Larry.

Get back on the wall.

Let's get the f*** up

outta here.

AUBREY:
They're gonna

come back.

We can. Let's go.

No.

FRED:
What are you doing, man?

Come on. Come on.

Fred, let's go.

No, Larry. Stop.

OFFICER 1:

Who's got eyes on him?

OFFICER 2:
Watch the roof!

KAREN:
Just breathe,

just breathe.

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

AUBREY:
It's okay.

I'm here, I'm here.

(GASPING)

Come on, come on.

Stay the f*** away.

(OFFICERS SHOUTING)

OFFICER 1:

Check all those windows!

Hold your perimeter!

FRED:
They're shooting.

You hear that?

Shut up!

OFFICER 2:
Fall back!

Covering fire! Put it down!

Fire! Fire!

(GUNSHOTS)

LARRY:
Oh, sh*t!

FRED:
Oh, sh*t!

- OFFICER 3:
We got 'em!

- OFFICER 4:
Hold your fire!

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