Dredd Page #3

- Keep your eyes peeled.

Man, stop telling me what to f***ing do!

I know that new sh*t...

Cathy?

- Who's there?

- Cathy, open the door.

We're not gonna hurt you.

Clear.

Secure the woman somewhere

she can't raise any alarms.

We can't.

She has a baby. Asleep in the next room.

We can't secure her if we don't know

when she'll be freed.

Is there a father?

He's out there. Looking for us.

Say that. What you were just thinking.

- How did you...

- Lt's okay. Go ahead.

I'm not raising any alarms.

If the men out there don't know where

you are, you won't be killing them.

Go on.

There's a service elevator near here.

The sign says it's broken, but

it works as long as you're hitting

a button above level 75.

I just want you off my level.

Away from my family.

- Cathy, I...

- Don't thank me.

It's not for you.

I just don't wanna see you again.

You won't.

This drug shifts like nothing I've ever seen.

If we play this right,

we could take the whole f***ing city.

The only danger is we expand too fast.

In the last few days, we've added

distribution to three new blocks.

And pretty soon, we're looking at

making inroads into Sectors 9 and 15.

Fifteen is still Red territory.

Ma.

You better come quick.

Okay. We got one here,

maybe 11 outside the Med Center.

There's eight in the stairwell

and another five on level 18.

They've downed 30 plus

and haven't even taken a scratch.

Where are they now?

I don't know, but they seem

to be moving their way up the block.

No, wait, wait. I just picked them up.

They're on level 76, west quadrant.

Do you want me to patch you back

into the PA?

We could get level 60 through 80

converging on them.

No. Can you seal them in there?

Sure. War override gives me

total control of the building.

That's not good.

Full lockdown. They're going nowhere.

I tried to do this clean, but they wouldn't

let me. So now we do it messy.

Too late, Judge.

Caleb, come in.

Ma.

We've got them cornered.

We're taking them down right now.

We'd need oxyacetylene to cut through.

They know where we are.

Why aren't they coming after us?

That's what worries me.

Take him back to the main lobby.

Hold position behind the elevator shaft.

Be a good place to defend.

Where are you going?

If I don't come back, and you get cornered,

you might not wanna get taken alive.

Your call.

Sir.

Get away from the door!

Sit down!

He's right, you know.

About not wanting to be taken alive.

The stuff the clan

would do to a girl like you...

Nasty.

We had a girl one time,

girl about your age and...

Well, anyway...

I'm just saying,

save the last bullet for yourself.

Yeah, and I'll save

the second to last one for you.

Sure.

So you're a mutant?

Most of you poor f***ers

got three stumpy arms, or no arms.

But I guess you lucked out.

You fit together pretty well.

Psychic. So f***ed up.

Yeah, I heard about your kind.

Kind of hard to believe it's real.

Like what am I thinking about right now?

You're picturing a violent sexual liaison

between the two of us

in a pointless attempt to shock me.

You're good.

But I wasn't trying to shock you.

If I was trying to shock you,

I'd have been thinking about this.

What are you thinking about now, huh?

- What the f*** was that?

- Get back inside.

Hurry the f*** up.

Move your f***ing asses.

Move! Move!

Back in the house. Get in the house, now!

Sh*t!

Fire!

Frank! Frankie! Let's go!

Move.

Get back!

Concentrate the fire.

High ex!

Move!

There's no way they survived.

They're not dead till we find them dead.

Or part of them anyway.

Comms are back on.

Control. Do you copy?

Affirmative.

10-24 on my GPS.

Request immediate assistance.

Copy, 10-24. Judges under fire.

Showing your location as Peach Trees,

Sector 13. Confirm.

Confirm. Be advised,

blast door defenses have been triggered.

Can you hold your current GPS?

Negative.

If they come for us,

we've got nowhere to go.

Copy that. Backup is on its way.

Just stay alive.

We gotta go back in.

God damn it, man! What the f***?

No! No, no!

Your gang locks down a whole block.

Massacres an entire quadrant of men,

women and children,

just to take out two Judges.

Sound like overkill to you?

I'll tell you what I think.

I think if we'd executed you at the bust,

Ma-Ma would have let us walk out of here.

What she doesn't want

is you taken back to the Sector house.

She doesn't want you interrogated.

She's afraid of what you might say.

And that's got me curious.

- Spill it!

- F*** you!

Sir.

Sir!

If you leave it to me,

he doesn't have to speak.

What are you up to, b*tch?

Welcome to the inside of your head.

It's kind of empty in here.

I don't know what kind of mutant sh*t this is,

but if my hands weren't cuffed...

You aren't cuffed, if you don't wanna be.

My head. Do what I like?

Sure.

Thinking about hurting me

doesn't actually hurt me.

Yeah. Points to you.

Except there is that thing.

What thing was that?

That I know how to freak you the f*** out.

See, if you're talking about

my f***ed-up head

versus your f***ed-up head,

your f***ed-up head is gonna lose.

I figured that would shut you up.

Hey. I can play mind games, too.

You f***ing b*tch! You sick f***ing b*tch!

We haven't even started.

Got it.

Peach Trees is the manufacturing base

for all the Slo-Mo in Mega City One.

Ma-Ma's controlling the production

and distribution across the whole city.

Interesting.

Peach Trees. Can I help you?

We're responding to a report of Judges

under fire from within this block.

Judges under fire?

I'm unaware of any such activity.

We're actually undergoing

a scheduled war defense test.

Not anymore, you're not.

Open the blast door right now.

Yes, sir. The problem is

we've had a software malfunction

and I've lost control of the system.

We've had a fire on level 76.

You better get control fast. Or I'm slapping

you with an obstruction of justice charge.

Five years in the cubes, mandatory.

Will do, sir. I'm on it right now. Thank you.

We have new intel about Ma-Ma,

and we've managed

to get a 10-24 to Control.

Parameters are shifting.

What are the options, Anderson?

Keep moving and attempt to avoid further

detection, or find a place to defend.

Same as before, except now

we know backup's inbound.

You're giving us two options.

Defend or hide.

Yes, sir.

What about we attack?

Head straight for Ma-Ma.

Ls that an option?

Well, she's guilty. We're Judges.

Sir, with backup inbound, I think we should

wait until the odds have shifted in our favor.

Wrong answer?

You're the psychic.

Clear.

Why didn't you shoot him?

What do you mean, why didn't I shoot him?

Why didn't you?

- Okay, we could do it now.

- Do it.

- No, you do it.

- You do it!

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Why did it have to be us who found him?

All right. Come on. Come on.

Info terminal. Let's check the schematics.

Freeze!

Why?

Why what?

Well, why should I freeze?

Because otherwise I'll shoot you.

With the safety on?

It isn't.

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