Dirty Page #2

not one of them.

You f***ing idiot.

You f***ing idiot.

We could've worn f***ing masks.

None of them would've known

who the f*** we were.

All right, are you gonna risk

your life behind that?

You gonna risk

Karen's life behind that?

You're gonna risk Karen.

Is that what you're gonna do?

Come on.

The geek squad...

Shut the f*** up!

Is gonna show up.

Shut up! They're

gonna be poking around.

And this story

has got to be right.

You gotta be right, Jackson.

F***!

Hello?

Mr. Jamir?

Look, I need the dolly back.

Hello?

CHRISTOPHER:
Mr. Jamir!

(SCREAMS)

(GUNSHOT)

God damn it.

Why did you do that?

My bad.

You wanna show him your badge?

Oh, f***.

(POLICE SIRENS WAIL)

Somebody must've heard.

F***, f***.

Who the f*** is this guy?

I don't know,

he's dead, you know?

(GURGLES, GASPS)

God damn it, I thought you said

he was f***ing dead!

He was dead, he was dead,

he was very...

You know he's not f***ing dead.

Are you going to f***ing kill him now?

Shut up.

I have a plan.

Grab his legs.

Grab his legs.

Grab his f***ing legs?

Grab his legs, grab his legs.

Put your f***ing gun away.

What do you want me to do?

Pull him over here.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN:
Let's get a blood type on him, stat.

DOCTOR:
Okay, let's prep for surgery.

(CHATTERING ON PA SYSTEM)

20% morphine.

What are his vitals?

What are we gonna do now?

Nothing's changed.

F*** that sh*t,

we got a live witness.

He f***ing saw us.

Hey, you need to get

a hold of yourself

and stick to the plan.

Stick to the plan?

Oh, right.

F*** you, f*** your plan.

This is a million dollar

f***ing problem,

I'm not gonna let you f*** it up for me.

You know what,

you need to come with me

right now,

to the little boys room.

Everything's okay, right?

Right? Right!

I f***ing knew that this

whole blood bath idea of yours

was bad f***ing news.

Now, instead of us

going down for robbery,

they're gonna stick

a f***ing needle in us.

You listen to me, okay,

this could be a good thing.

All right, we already have

a plan in place.

It's just the situation

like this,

if he stays alive,

we blame the thing on him.

And we always said,

that it would be better, what?

With a fall guy.

Yeah. If he were

f***ing dead, maybe.

What if it doesn't work?

What if they believe

his f***ing story?

Then what?

I'm not gonna go

to f***ing prison.

You know what they do

to cops in prison?

Hey, everything's

gonna be all right.

Let's try to just stick

to the plan,

and everything will be fine.

Have I ever let you down before?

No... no.

No.

All rise.

The Superior Court

of Los Angeles

is now in session.

The honorable judge

William Spitzer presiding.

You may be seated.

Detective, will you please

explain to us,

the events that transpired

on the afternoon of January 5th.

We responded

to a shots fired call.

And you and your partner

were the first on the scene?

That's correct.

So, what happened next?

We entered the warehouse,

weapons drawn.

At that time,

we saw the defendant

standing over the bodies,

gun in hand.

We ordered the defendant

to place his weapon

on the floor.

And what did the defendant

do then?

The defendant raised his weapon,

in a threatening manner.

And my partner,

thank god he acted accordingly.

Which was how?

He fired one shot

subduing the suspect,

till backup arrived.

(JUDGE BANGS GAVEL)

detective berg,

you've been doing this job

a long time, haven't you?

Seventeen years in august.

So, it's safe to call you

a vetted detective?

I'd like to think so.

Six commendations for bravery,

three certificates

from city hall.

That's pretty impressive.

I do what I can.

Detective, are you aware

that the defendant claims

that he saw you standing

over the bodies of the dead men

and that you and your partner

are the real killers and not he?

Objection, your honor.

Hearsay.

Overruled.

Detective, if you would.

If I had a dime for every time

one of these scumbags

expected us to save them

from their own stupidity,

I don't think I'd need

the city's dime.

DEFENSE LAWYER:
Objection, your honor.

This is anecdotal,

it's prejudicial.

I mean, is this line

of questioning relevant

in any way?

Your honor, the defense

has made it relevant.

They are pinning

the defendant's fate

on the jury finding

two upstanding police officers

guilty of murder.

Now, Mr. Walker.

You claim that you saw

detectives berg and Jackson

standing over the bodies

of these men

and that you were just there

to retrieve, um...

what was it?

A dolly.

Mr. walker, come on.

Do you really expect us

to believe

that two decorated policemen

robbed and killed these men

and then in a most

callous fashion,

shot you and framed you

for the crime?

Yes.

I know what I saw.

Who's a more reliable witness

a man accused of eight murders

or one of the city's

most decorated detectives?

Objection.

Your honor, please.

Sustained.

(BANGING CONTINUES)

You're a father,

aren't you, Mr. Walker?

Yeah. I am.

But you're separated

from your wife,

is that correct?

It's just temporary.

Oh, really?

My records show that it's

been over a year. (MUTTERS)

It seems pretty permanent to me.

Child support is expensive,

isn't it, Mr. Walker.

So?

So my records also show

that you have been

behind several payments.

One more and you lose

visitation rights.

Is there a point coming

any time soon?

Yes, the point is,

Mr. Walker,

you'd lost your wife

and now you were gonna lose

your son too.

All that money next door,

it never even crossed your mind?

You must've known

what was going on.

Objection, your honor,

we have already established

that there is

no concrete evidence

whatsoever that Mr. Walker

had any idea

of the goings on next door.

What he did have was the motive

and the opportunity.

Come on, Mr. Walker.

You saw what was

going on next door

and you just couldn't

help yourself.

You killed those men...

Objection, your honor.

No!

JUDGE:
Will the defendant please rise.

And how do you find?

We the jury find the defendant

guilty on all accounts.

Sam!

Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

JUDGE:
Order.

Sam!

JUDGE:
Order.

SAM:
Let me go. Let me go.

Order, order.

CHRISTOPHER:
Sam!

No!

Please stop.

JUDGE:
Order in the court.

(CHEERING)

oh, my god!

What are you doing?

(OVERLAPPING SHOUTING)

Tell them, tell them the rest.

Tell them the rest.

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah.

(SLURRING)

so I'm cuffing...

Cuffing the guy,

and put him in the back

of the car, right?

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

(SLURRING, GIGGLING)

I couldn't get the smell

out of my car...

Hey, we f***ing did it, man.

We did it, yeah.

F***ing did it, dude.

F***ing did it.

I'm gonna buy me a f***in' boat.

I'm gonna buy me a big ass boat.

Just like, this f***in' big.

This big.

Hey, who likes boats?

Woo!

I hate f***ing boats.

Boats make me seasick, man.

Come on, right.

What a p*ssy.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Yeah, yeah.

What a p*ssy.

Yeah, what a p*ssy.

Whoa.

What a p*ssy.

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