Detroit Page #8

ROBERTS:

All right, it's clear.

Snipers everywhere, tonight.

OFFICER 5:
Clear!

(CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)

DEMENS:
Is that your

buddies out there, huh?

Is that who was

shooting at us?

Huh? What do you gotta say?

(PANTING)

F***!

GREENE:
Says right there.

Paratrooper, eight years.

Two deployments.

(PANTING) Honorable discharge.

- This is a fake.

- No, sir.

- This your girl?

- GREENE:
I just met her.

What's his name?

I don't know.

His name is Karl Greene.

I wasn't asking you,

I was asking her.

You just said,

"What's his name?"

You're lucky I haven't broken

your f***in' neck, yet.

GREENE:
Okay.

All right, man. I see

what you're trying to do.

I'm not gonna cause

any trouble, okay?

But I'm not gonna

lie down for you, either.

What are you doin'

in Detroit, huh?

Like everybody else,

I'm lookin' for work.

KRAUSS:
Left one war zone

and joined another.

GREENE:
Yeah.

All right. Get this

motherf***er back in line.

Give me back

my government card, man.

(DOOR OPENS)

(GREENE GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERS)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(SHUSHING)

Why don't you

get outta here?

Run out the back door. Run.

Right now, go!

You know the one

who was praying?

He's okay, it's not him.

And you can

scratch off G. I. Joe.

That little twerp with

the big, f***in' prayer.

Yeah, it's not him.

That leaves us with the big

motherf***er who's in that room.

I like him for it.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

Flynn.

F***!

He's escaped.

Well, we need another one.

I know.

(WHIMPERS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GASPING)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Still... Still no gun.

So, who wants to go next?

Hmm?

KAREN:
(WHISPERING)

Please, please, please.

Please. Just, please, please.

Officer, can I say something?

There we go.

Yes, you can.

I think you have

the wrong house.

'Cause nobody we saw...

'Cause nobody we saw here

was shooting at the police.

Please.

It's possible

we made a mistake.

But I need to know for sure.

Can't let a cop killer

get away with it, can I?

KAREN:
(WHISPERING)

Please, please.

(ALL SOBBING AND WHIMPERING)

How about you, sweetheart?

You wanna be next?

KAREN:
No.

KRAUSS:
Hmm?

(KAREN STAMMERING)

KAREN:
No, I don't, please.

KRAUSS:
I think you know something.

KAREN:
I don't.

KRAUSS:

You wanna just die now...

KAREN:
No.

KRAUSS:
...or watch me

kill the others first?

Which one, huh? Which one?

(KAREN SCREAMING)

Get her outta here. Jesus!

And her! Up!

Upstairs!

JULIE:
No!

(SCREAMING AND CRYING)

Shut up!

You wanna cry, huh?

KRAUSS:
Jesus Christ!

FLYNN:
You wanna cry?

I'll give you something

to cry about.

KRAUSS:
Watch them.

This one's coming with me.

FLYNN:
Shut up!

You wanna cry, huh? I'll give

you something to cry about.

JULIE:
Leave her alone!

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

I guess there are no weapons

on your person.

(LOUD FOOTSTEPS

ASCENDING STAIRS)

Stay over there

and keep quiet.

(DOOR SHUTS)

God.

Aren't you ashamed

of yourselves?

You're the one

checking out my tits.

You're having

sex with n*ggers.

It's 1967, a**hole.

Honestly.

It doesn't bother you?

The Afro Sheen in their hair?

The way it smells?

You're on some trip.

You think you can

come into my city...

...and pimp out a bunch

of young girls?

I said it wasn't like that.

I don't care

if you were in the army.

I'll drown all you pimps in the

river until the city's clean.

You gonna question them or

I'm gonna take 'em outta here.

KRAUSS:
Just hold on.

Look.

You might not be

such bad girls after all.

But be straight with me.

Who was shootin' at the

National Guard out there?

Mister?

I didn't see anybody shoot

at the National Guard.

I would tell you if I had.

You would?

You can think I'm a slut if you

want, but I was raised right.

All right. I'm gonna

get 'em outta here.

Let's get you

covered up, okay?

You too.

(DOOR OPENS)

KRAUSS:
Come on.

Hey, can I get a hand?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER

ON POLICE RADIO)

F***.

F*** those f***ers.

You're f***ing

murdering those kids!

Why don't you stop them?

JULIE:
This animal did it too.

He shot one of them!

Don't concern yourself.

They're just scaring them.

It's an interrogation tactic.

Are you nuts, Mister?

I saw the bodies!

Those guys are getting

murdered in cold blood.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

ROBERTS:
I didn't really

shoot the guy.

It's not real.

I didn't shoot that guy,

and neither did the other.

It's to get the guys to fess up

about the location of the gun.

Who said they even had a gun?

I don't know.

If they did, it was just a

toy. It wasn't a real gun.

Well, thanks for saving us.

We gotta head out.

KAREN:
Are we safe here?

She means, are you gonna tell

the police where we are?

No.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(SOBBING)

JULIE:
Karen.

We're gonna be okay.

But those boys...

(SIREN WAILING)

(GRUNTING)

F***ing stay there.

You see that? See that sh*t?

That is your fault

right there. Look at it.

You don't talk, that's

what happens. Look at it.

(INDISTINCT POLICE

RADIO CHATTER)

At ease.

That kid. Him.

He was up there

in the same room...

...as those other

two delinquents.

Yeah. Let's get

our confession out of him,

...vacate the premises,

all right?

- Okay.

- Demens should do it.

Do what?

You haven't

killed a n*gger yet.

(CLEARS THROAT) Uh...

Well, I don't know

about that.

KRAUSS:
Sure you do.

What's the matter, partner?

Problem?

Whatever you say.

Which one?

(GUN C*CKS)

Come with me. I gotta ask you

some questions.

Please.

(SOBBING) Please don't

kill me, please.

Please don't

shoot me, please.

Where is the gun?

AUBREY:
I don't know. Please.

I don't know. I swear to God,

I don't know. Please. Please.

I got no cause

to shoot you.

AUBREY:
Please don't

shoot. Please.

DEMENS:
Where's the gun?

AUBREY:
Please don't

shoot me, man.

I ain't never shot

anybody before in my life.

Please! I don't know

where... Please.

Please, don't...

(GUNSHOT)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

KRAUSS:
Turn around.

(SOBBING)

They f***ing killed him.

So that's done.

Good. Great job.

I didn't think I could do it,

but I did it.

Boy, I feel funny.

Yeah. It's the right thing.

He'll talk now.

What do you mean?

Another one bites the dust.

I bet some of you thought

we weren't serious, huh?

Well, we still

don't have our gun...

...and we are running

out of time, people.

Who was the sniper?

Just be honest with us

so we can all go home.

KRAUSS:
You shot him, Demens.

DEMENS:
Yeah, I got him.

Jesus Christ, Marty.

We weren't actually

shooting the other guys.

We're playing with them.

What do you mean?

Playing.

Playing what?

A game.

A game to get them to talk,

scare the sh*t out of 'em.

Interrogation tactics.

F***.

This is strictly

police business.

ROBERTS:
Hey, boys,

let's move out.

KRAUSS:
Have you got...

You don't have a knife.

- F*** me.

- DEMENS:
Oh, f***.

Okay, listen. Listen.

(GROANS)

- Listen to me.

- Oh, f***.

He grabbed your gun,

all right,

...and you warned him, okay?

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

And you were forced to shoot

him, okay? Line of duty.

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