Dredd Page #4

How do you want it, kids?

Body bags orjuve-cubes?

Makes no difference to me.

F***!

Stun!

You are so f***ed.

- Blondie.

- Come on!

Come on, you b*tch.

Hold that b*tch down.

Jesus.

- Now then, what am I gonna do with you?

- You're going to do nothing.

All this trouble is your doing.

When you got busted, you should have

killed the Judges or been killed yourself.

But instead you let yourself

get taken like the dumb f*** you are.

But I...

Shut the f*** up.

I'd kill you myself, but I already lost

plenty today. I can't afford to lose more.

Sooner or later, the Justice Department

is gonna come through the blast doors

looking for their Judges.

They'll find their bodies all shot up.

One on level 25,

one in the Slo-Mo den.

Just a bust that went wrong.

That means no torture.

No raping, no skinning. Just a bunch

of bullets to the head and chest.

- Do you understand me?

- Yes.

- Do you f***ing understand me?

- Yes.

Ma.

He's back.

It's the other Judge. He's patched himself

into one of the terminals.

- I think he's trying to access the PA.

- Can't you stop him?

I can shut down the whole system,

but if you let him talk,

I can trace which terminal he's using.

We'll know exactly where he is.

Inhabitants of Peach Trees.

This is Judge Dredd.

Let him talk.

In case you people have forgotten,

this block operates under the same

rules as the rest of the city.

Ma-Ma is not the law.

I am the law.

Ma-Ma is a common criminal.

Guilty of murder.

Guilty of the manufacture and distribution

of the narcotic known as Slo-Mo.

And as of now, under sentence of death.

Any who obstruct me

in carrying out my duty

will be treated

as an accessory to her crimes.

You have been warned.

And as for you, Ma-Ma...

Judgment time.

I got him. He's only 10 levels below us.

South quad balcony. Terminal 5.

Motherf***er.

F***er still hasn't gone down.

It's not him.

Incendiary.

How the f*** are we gonna stop this guy?

Call 911.

Got a 10-24 from this block.

Two Judges under fire, requesting urgent

assistance and you're standing outside.

Block's under lockdown.

Malfunction with their defense system.

Open up. Now!

You're relieved.

So what have we got?

Two Judges trigger a turf war.

Judges die in pursuit of duty.

- And the perps who killed the Judges?

- Laid out here.

- Sounds right.

- Excuse me.

It's not what's happened.

I've been here from the start.

This killing's all about one gang.

The Ma-Ma clan.

And from the sound of gunfire,

I'd say at least one of your two Judges

is still alive.

- Are you prepared to testify to that?

- Sure.

One million credits.

A million?

You have a problem with a Judge.

You know who he is?

No.

I do. One million.

Fine.

Kaplan, protection detail on client.

Chan, Alvarez, we're flushing him out.

You got it.

- Where's the other one? The rookie.

- We got her here.

- Dead or alive?

- Alive.

Make her dead.

You, there. Identify yourself.

- Chan. Sector 9.

- Dredd. Sector 13.

Responding to your 10-24.

Good to see you, Dredd.

Likewise. You alone?

Negative. Three-man squad.

Closing on my vector right now.

So relax.

Cavalry's here.

Two.

Two?

Two of us called in the 10-24.

Wondering why

you didn't ask about the other one.

Lex, move it!

Choke on it, Dredd.

Choke on that.

Sh*t!

Bet you thought you were gonna

make your family proud, huh?

Not much chance of that now.

Now this, I always wanted one of these.

This is...

You were sh*t out of luck when you ran into

the Ma-Ma clan. But don't feel too bad.

I seen a lot of Judges in my time,

and you're just not cut out for this.

I mean, if you didn't get killed today,

it was gonna be tomorrow.

Or it was gonna be the day after that.

Anyway,

today it is.

You got any last words, b*tch?

That's funny.

I was gonna ask you that.

B*tch.

Kay's dead.

- Find somewhere to hide.

- Where are you going?

I've got the girl cold.

I see her first, I shoot her.

She sees me first, she hesitates,

then I shoot her.

What's the price of a Judge these days?

Million.

Split four ways.

Three ways now.

Suits me.

Doesn't sound like much.

To betray the law.

Betray the city.

Save that sh*t for the rookies.

Twenty years I've been on the streets.

You know what Mega City One is, Dredd?

It's a f***ing meat grinder.

People go in one end.

And meat comes out the other.

All we do

is turn the handle.

Rapid fire.

Incendiary. Armor piercing.

High ex.

Motherf***er.

Two-way split.

Yeah, I'd be breaking a sweat,

if you hadn't just run out of bullets.

Lower your gun, rookie. I'm your backup.

Armor piercing.

Wait.

Wait?

Are you kidding me?

Did you just say "wait"?

Judge Dredd,

the Judge Dredd

finally gets on the wrong end of a gun,

and what he says is "wait."

You know what? I expected more of you.

I mean, wait for what?

Wait for me to change my mind?

Wait for another two or three seconds of life

because you're so f***ing weak

you just can't stand to see it end?

No.

Wait for her to shoot you.

Okay.

Basic field dressing.

Reload.

Ready?

Yeah.

You look ready.

No, don't shoot! Please don't shoot me!

I'm not armed. I'm not armed.

I can help you.

How?

Ma-Ma's in her private quarters,

but it's behind 10 inches of steel.

So you can't get in there without the keypad

combination. I can give that to you.

I don't need your cooperation

to get the combination from you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Go.

Get out of here.

Mind explaining yourself, rookie?

Abetting a felon is not just a fail offense.

It's a crime.

I already picked up the fail

when I lost my primary weapon.

I'm not gonna be a Judge, and I don't need

to be a mind-reader to know it.

He's a victim, not a perp.

And until my assessment is formally over,

I'm still entitled to dispense justice.

And that's what I just did by letting him go.

Maybe that'll be

the one difference I do make.

The code to Ma-Ma's chambers is 4-9-4-3-6.

Let's finish this.

You're a piece of work, Dredd.

But then so am I.

You think I didn't know I'd get busted

some day. Goes with the territory.

This entire level is rigged

with enough high explosives

to take out the top 50 stories.

If they go, the rest go, too.

Like the jewelry?

It's a transmitter synched to my heart beat.

My heart stops beating,

the building blows. Everyone in it, ash.

You got no way out, Judge.

Put your gun down.

Do you know

how many people live in this block?

This isn't a negotiation.

The sentence is death.

You can't afford to take the risk.

We're a kilometer above ground.

What do you figure

the range is on that thing?

Could it get through 100 levels of concrete?

How about 200?

Let's find out.

Citizen Ma-Ma.

Your crimes are multiple homicide

and the manufacture

and distribution of narcotics.

How do you plead?

Defense noted.

Yeah!

Anderson.

Victims first.

Let the perps lay where they lie, huh?

Your assessment's now over.

Sir.

When I heard you'd called in a 10-24,

I thought I'd better check it out.

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