Fruitvale Station Page #5

- Get on the ground!

- You want to sucker punch me like that?

- F*** that, bruh!

- Punk-ass pig!

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- What is wrong with you?

- All right, OK. S'up.

Back up! Back up! Get back!

You gonna tase me

if I have my phone?

Yeah, I got your badge number, bruh.

Shut the f*** up

and put that phone away!

Yeah, all right. But why?

What you trying to hide, bruh?

You keep these a**holes secured,

I'm gonna check the train for witnesses.

- Punk motherfuckers. Badge...

- I got you.

- Put the f***in' phone away.

- Get the f*** out of here, bruh.

F*** these, niggas. This is bullshit.

- Cool, bruh?

- I'm good, I'm good.

We're gonna be good. I'm good.

- Shut up.

- Phina, what's up?

- Where you at? You still on the train?

- Hell no, we still at Fruitvale.

They holding us

and beating on us and sh*t.

- Who the f*** is beating on you?

- The f***in' police.

- Get off your phone!

- I'm gonna get us out of here.

- I'll meet you back, OK?

- Osc!

- I love you.

- These b*tch-ass police.

It's cool, bruh.

I'm gonna get us up outta here.

- Sit down, sit down!

- Let me talk with you...

Sit the f*** down.

- Jesus...

- Hey, come on, man.

- F*** this bullshit!

- Sit!

It's cool. You know what, man?

We good, bruh. We good, bruh.

They can hold us as long as they want,

but they can't arrest us

'cause we ain't do sh*t.

- What's that?

- I say we ain't do sh*t!

- Y'all can't f***in' arrest us.

- Oh yeah?

Cuff these two a**holes,

they're going to jail.

- F***in' what! You can't arrest us!

- How about that?

- Get on your knees.

- You can't f***in' arrest me!

Knees, now!

I'm just tryin' to get home, bruh!

We ain't tryin' to go to jail,

you feel me?

We just tryin' to get home.

We just tryin' to get home...

Maybe you should've thought about that,

before you started acting

like a punk-ass b*tch.

Don't call my partner no b*tch.

You's a b*tch-ass n*gger, for real.

Did you call me a "b*tch-ass n*gger"?

- Don't f***in' say that.

- B*tch-ass n*gger, huh?

What the f***! I ain't do sh*t!

F***!

I can't get his f***ing arm!

- Roll over!

- You're on my head, man!

Roll over!

You f***in'...

You f***in' shot me, bruh.

You shot me. I got a daughter.

Get up, bruh!

- Get him out!

- He didn't do nothing!

- Go! Go!

- Oscar, get up, bruh!

Call an ambulance!

Man, he's dying, man!

Get this train out of here!

- Back up!

- What the f***!

Get out of here.

Get the train out of here, now!

Move!

Why isn't this train moving!

- What did you do?!

- Let's go!

Get in there!

Shots fired, Fruitvale. Code 3.

Stage fire and medical.

What the f*** happened?

Huh?

Look at me. Can you look at me?

- He shot me.

- You stay right here.

Shot me... I got a... a daughter.

Keep your eyes open.

F***.

Come on, talk.

Sophina?

The police, they got Oscar and them.

I heard something and I don't know

if it was a beanbag...

Sophina, honey, calm down.

I can't hear you.

- Is Oscar there with you?

- No, he's upstairs with the police.

But we're downstairs

and we're trying to get up to them,

- and they're not lettng us upstars.

- Did Oscar get arrested?

I don't know, but I think so, Wanda.

OK, I'm gonna call you back.

Who's that for?

- Sorry, who's that for?

- Stay back.

Who's that for?

Who is that for?

Why can't you tell me what is going on?

What is the problem?

Tell me what's going on?

Jason! Jason! What happened?

What happened!

- They f***in' shot him!

- What happened?

They shot Oscar in his f***in' back

for no reason, man!

Where is he?

Where is Oscar! Where is he?

Where is Oscar? Where is he!

What is going on?

Where is he?

Oscar, can you hear me?

I have a daughter...

Tape here. Bag him.

- Please...

- That's how you feel?

My boyfriend is...

My boyfriend is up there, OK?

You don't understand. Please...

Please, my boyfriend is up there, OK?

- You need to let me up there.

- Y'all gonna shoot us too?

- Wanda...

- Sophna...

Yeah, been trying to get up there,

and they're not letting me up.

- Where's Oscar?

- Oh, my God... Oh, my God.

What did you do to him?

Did you f***ing kill him!

What did you do to him?

We have it, Carlos.

Don't worry, we'll take care of it.

You're all right now.

I need to make sure that he's OK!

That's my f***ing

baby's daddy right there!

OK, I need to be next to him!

Where y'all taking him?

- Where are you taking him?

- He's going to Highland.

Get off me!

Wanda, they shot Oscar.

They say he's alive,

but his eyes was closed.

They're taking him to Highland,

you gotta come get us right now.

- I'm on my way.

- Oh, f***.

What do you got for me?

Twenty-two year old male,

posterior scapula GSW.

He was lying face-down when he was shot.

On three. One, two, three.

- What was his blood pressure?

- Seventy systolic.

- Was he moving his limbs?

- Yes. Moving arms and legs.

I'm gonna need a chest tube.

- Sh*t.

- We gotta get him upstairs right away.

Excuse me, my son is

Oscar Julius Grant I I I.

He's been shot and

they told me to come here.

- G-R...

- A-N-T, yes.

OK, he's in surgery.

Go to the ICU room...

- And that is where?

- Right over there.

Oh Lord, please let him be safe.

Get that blood in.

Scissors.

Suction.

Hey... Hey.

- Hey.

- Any news?

No, no news yet.

- Motherfuckers...

- Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, no. Listen, none of that.

None of that.

This is not the time or the place.

OK?

Why ain't they said nothin' yet?

We waitin'.

Come on.

Hey, we gotta keep him positive.

We gotta let these people do their jobs.

He's gonna be fine.

Let's put all our energy

towards Oscar right now.

I know y'all are upset,

but we got to lift him up.

Let's keep him lifted up.

- I don't know.

- It's OK.

- I feel, I feel weird...

- Come on man, calm down.

Y'all heard Mom.

- Ms. Johnson?

- Yes?

- The doctor's going to speak to you.

- How is he?

Ms. Johnson, as you know,

your son's been shot.

Now, we stabilized him,

but he's critical.

Critical, what is that?

Well, he has massive internal bleeding,

and we had to remove the right lung.

His lung? How...

how's he going to be able to breathe?

He's on a breathing machine right now.

So, his breathing is stable.

The main problem

is the internal bleeding.

Damn...

Now, we've had some difficulty

stopping the bleeding,

and getting his blood to clot.

He hasn't fully responded

to the transfusions yet.

But he's gonna make it, right?

He's gonna make it?

I promise you we're going to do

everything possible...

Hey! Hey!

- Please...

- We'll do what we can.

Please do what you can.

Don't come back out here

without Osc, nigga.

Bring him out, man. Bring Osc out.

We gotta lift him up, y'all.

We got to lift Oscar up.

I can't even believe this,

man, we here, bruh.

- I know.

- I can't believe this.

Y'all know he's a fighter, man.

- He'll make it.

- B*tch-ass police.

He's gonna be all right.

He's gonna be all right.

Y'all, let's pray.

Let's pray.

Heavenly Father,

we kneel before you

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