Green Room Page #3

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wait for the police!

-Darcy:

Justin?

-Reece:

He's fine...

But he's gonna wait too!

-Understood, gentlemen.

Hold tight.

-You think they know?

-I think they're

smarter than you!

-Darcy...

Man.

-I apologize.

We'll do it here.

Stage it up the road.

-Okay.

-Pat:
Hey, what was

that Gonzo sh*t, man?

-So in a tournament,

I snap his arm or he taps out

and we all go get burgers.

-Snap it.

-Come on.

-Look, we've got the gun.

Why don't we just let him--

-wait, wait. I don't want it.

All right? I don't--

i don't feel good with it.

Who wants it?

-Not me.

-Sam:
Hm?

-No. I can't shoot.

-I can.

-No, not you.

-Then f***ing keep it.

-Reece:
Keep it, Sam.

I'll take it

when I'm up.

When I let go...

What are you gonna do?

Butt-f*** everyone

in the room.

-You're gonna sit

criss-cross applesauce.

Say it.

-I'm gonna sit

criss-cross apple sau--

-nice.

-Now lean against the chair.

-Hey, is there another

way out of here?

-No.

-You fed 'em yet today?

-It doesn't matter.

They're professionals.

-Darcy:

You might lose

a couple by morning

maybe a bunch.

-Clark:

Like I said, they're pros.

They earn.

-You'll be compensated.

Christ. How many people

are on that list?

-Clark:

It's 1,200 for a prospect,

two for a bait dog.

No studs, no champs

unless you wanna pay

20 grand a head.

-Darcy:

This might cost you

your livelihood, Clark.

As long as it doesn't

cost me mine, you're covered.

-There are gonna be cops,

so clean up the residence.

Maybe leave a roach

in an ashtray.

Put Daniel on that door

and bring the Van around.

Sh*t.

The keys.

-They're with them,

i guess.

I don't know.

-We need them.

-I got a ton

of sh*t to do.

-Go on.

This is a fire hazard.

-I wouldn't put

Daniel on the door.

-Fine. Plenty to do.

Where's Daniel?

-He stepped out.

I'm covering.

Everything okay?

-Meet me

at the utility shed.

-Darcy:

This a new ride?

-Yeah.

Just turning it over.

I think it's getting choked.

Wrong filter.

-She's a beaut.

-What's up?

-Need some

of the squad.

Red laces only.

-Tonight?

-Darcy:
Now.

The list.

This is everybody

who knows?

-Yeah. Including the band.

-Knows what?

-Manageable.

From here on out,

not a single name gets added

unless they have red laces.

-There's 80 people in there.

-You plus four.

Give Gabe the keys

in case we have to play valet.

We're losing light.

-Tiger:
You got it?

-Sam:
Yeah.

Whoa, watch out!

That could be asbestos.

-Tiger:
It's not asbestos.

-You don't have

a phone, do you?

-They took it.

Hers too.

-I'm gonna search her, okay?

-Sam:

Careful. That one

could be a live wire.

-Tiger:

It's a speaker wire.

-Sam:

What'd you find?

-Pat:

Uh...

"Fleisch wolf"?

-Sam:

Uh... Fleisch means...

Uh, flesh.

Or meat.

Like a fleisch salad.

It's German.

-So "meat wolf"?

-Sam:

Yeah.

-This sh*t's solid.

-Great.

-Pat:
There's nothing here.

Okay. Empty out your pockets.

-Come search me, f*ggot.

-Just shoot him.

-Come on.

-Can I get up?

-Reece:

On the chair.

Slowly. Slowly.

-Turn 'em out.

-Come on, man.

Other one.

-Oh f***.

Good call.

-Turn it out,

for f***'s sake.

-Pat:

What is that?

Give that to me.

Hand it over!

Big Justin:
Oops.

- Wait, was that a phone?

- Pat:
Oh, sh*t. Point it--

point it at the door.

Point the gun at the door.

-Sam:
Maybe it's the police.

It's a raid.

-Amber:
Are you serious?

-Pat:
Shh!

-Sam:
F*** off, Ilsa!

-Reece:
Yo, quiet, okay?

Justin, don't move.

-Pat:
Point the gun--

-Reece:
Nobody move.

-Pat:
Now if we get all behind--

-Reece:
Nobody talk!

-Careful now.

Smoke this.

-Big Justin:

Deal.

-And if the cherry does

something that you don't like...

Shoot.

-Reece:

Thank you, Amber.

-Get comfortable.

-Sam:

Pretty smart for a Nazi.

-Amber:

I'm not a Nazi.

-Pat:

How do you fall

for this sh*t?

-Amber:
Let's just say

the people who were gonna

hurt me weren't white.

-Pat:

Any of them women?

-Amber:

It's a problem

where I grew up.

-Reece:
Guys.

-Pat:
What about tonight?

I think we got

a white people--

-Reece:
Guys! Shh.

-Amber:

Oh, f*** you.

- It looks like

we tripped our main.

-Our back-up gennie is fired up,

but we're gonna to have to

call it a day

and do some troubleshooting.

--We'll try again on Sunday.

No door charge.

Hell, free drinks

from 2:
00 to 4:00.

-Those of you attending

the racial advocacy workshop

on Wednesday,

assume it's on

unless you hear otherwise.

And remember...

This is a movement,

not a party.

--All right.

Stay safe!

Godspeed.

-Who hasn't smoked yet?

All right, you guys are

gonna come with me.

-You're not

worried they'll talk?

-They've got priorities.

Tell them the party is

on us if they hole up

for a couple of days.

Put this fire out first.

-Grove street?

-My dope n*gger stamps

in case one of these meat-heads

gets booked

for possession.

All right.

Let's get y'all

somewhere safe.

-Sam:

Treasure?

-Daylight. Underneath.

-They're moving our gear.

-Yes?

-Darcy:
Gentlemen?

We're loading you out.

-Are there cops here?

-Darcy:

They've come and gone.

It got a little complicated.

-We're so f***ed.

-Darcy:

Uh, I'm getting hoarse.

Can you hear me

if I speak at this volume?

-Yeah.

-Yes.

-Darcy:

Good.

Um...

And can we please

elect just one voice?

-Yes.

-Darcy:

Okay. Now, you're trapped.

That's not a threat.

It's a fact.

-Well, we have a loaded gun.

That's also just a fact.

-Darcy:

Oh, we have plenty

more guns on hand.

We just want you out.

Not harmed.

Now, the firearm you have

is not registered.

I wanted it out of the picture

before the authorities arrived,

but you refused,

so here we are.

-Bullshit.

-Yeah.

Here we are.

-Darcy:
Oh, I do apologize

for my associates.

They panicked.

-Yeah, no sh*t! Man, we're--

-Darcy:
Listen! Listen!

No one is trying

to wipe the slate clean.

Whatever you saw or did

is no longer my concern.

You tell whoever you want

whatever you want.

All I ask is that

you understand

you were held here

for your own safety

before you were released.

-Okay.

Yes. Thank you.

But just...

Just to be clear...

The police are coming back?

-Darcy:

They've come and gone.

-Well, that's what

concerns us, man!

-Darcy:

I just want that gun

out of the picture.

-Okay.

-Reece:
Careful, man.

-Sorry.

-What do we do?

-We dig through

the f***ing floor.

-While we just wait?

They could shoot us

at any time.

-Yeah, but they haven't.

How do we even know

that they have guns?

-They have guns.

No question.

-We're gonna trust you?

-We've got zero leverage.

-Ask for a phone...

For the gun.

-All right.

-What about him?

-Yeah, I mean,

the minute we give it up,

what if he just, like, attacks?

-Then I'll wrap him up.

-Okay.

So we see what they think?

-Mm-hmm.

-All right.

Uh, we'll give you

the gun for a cell phone.

-Darcy:

Sorry, no.

-Okay, well, how about

a registered firearm?

-Darcy:
Funny.

Justin, you alive and well?

-I'm alive.

-Darcy:
Okay, good.

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