Gridlocked Page #2

- Scott:
Thanks for the advice.

Sorry, what's that?

F*** yourself.

Fair enough.

Man:
Yo, police brutality, man!

Ain't none of y'all seeing this?

- David:
Shut up.

- I told you watch out for my arm.

Hey, brother! My brother!

Look at this sh*t, man!

Hey, listen!

This man needs anger management!

- Take care of this a**hole!

- What the hell?

Hey, Brody!

Wait for me. All right?

What the hell are you doing?

Go and sit down.

What's going on, Vince?

This place is empty.

Vince:
Short staffed.

Summer's tomorrow.

- What's up?

- It's where the PM lands at two.

Chiefs trying to make everything

work out following his code.

Mm-hmm, no excuses,

no overtime, right?

There isn't gonna be any overtime

if you stick around long enough.

I've been pleading

for a bigger holding cell

ever since the brass

dropped you off here.

Don't hold your breath.

Never do.

(groans)

So how long does this usually take?

Depends.

On?

The bust.

What about this one?

(whispers) Of course not.

So when are you gonna let me

shoot someone?

When they start irritating me.

So what's it like hanging with Brody?

Highlight of my f***ing life.

You think you might be able to

hook me up with an autograph?

You know, for the kids?

Vince, you don't have kids.

Doc, this is Dave Hendrix.

- Been trying to reach you all day.

- Doctor:
Yes, David.

Hi. Look, we're not

supposed to be talking.

(phone rings)

Okay, Fed-Ex this express,

not by f***ing donkey, okay?

(phone rings)

(sighs)

Brody, hi.

What's happening?

Marty, I don't wanna

do this anymore.

What's the problem?

Problem? Problem is I've been sitting

on my ass for three days

watching this guy bust f***ing

meth heads. That's the problem.

You said I'd get to see

some real action.

You said I'd get to fire a gun.

No. What I said was if you're lucky,

you might get to see him

fire his gun.

Listen, I need to

get back to my team.

Doctor:
We've been over this already.

You're still in the recovery stage.

I can't clear you.

Come on, Doc.

I've been closing down gangsters

and thugs for weeks

without breaking a sweat.

You should see some of the sh*t

they got me assigned to.

Marty, this isn't what you told me.

Many:
Brody, a lot of actors

have endured a lot worse

just to get that dream role.

Marlon Brando,

Daniel Day-Lewis or Ed Norton.

Ed Norton actually joined the Aryan

Brotherhood for American History X.

The dude tattooed a f***ing swastika

on his chest, Brody.

On his f***ing chest.

And it's still there.

Doc, I really need to do my job.

What you've got to do is you have

to grow a pair of big boy nuts

and suck it up because

this is no! public indecency, Brody.

This is f***ing assault,

which means if you don't do this,

you go to f***ing jail.

You go to f***ing jail,

then you don't do the f***ing movie.

There's no f***ing movie,

you can kiss your

f***ing career goodbye!

Okay, I'm just trying to

make myself perfectly clear.

You do your job.

It's really that simple.

Many?

Doctor:
David, I can'! talk with

you anymore about this.

Doc, please, I...

Doctor:
HI submit my reports

at the end of the month.

I'm sorry. Goodbye.

(phone beeps)

F***!

(thud)

Get the f*** down!

All you get the f*** down!

- Come here!

- Sh*t!

Get out of my way

or the kid f***ing dies!

You got to be f***ing kidding me.

Is somebody gonna help me here?

F***.

- Hey.

- Hey, back off!

You don't need to be doing this.

I'll blow his f***ing

head off right f***ing now!

Come on, now.

No one has to get hurt.

Are you f***ing deaf?

What's your problem? I'll kill him!

All right. Go ahead.

(whispers)

What are you doing?

I'm serious.

Oh, I believe you.

I'll do it.

Well, maybe you should.

- Are you crazy?

- (gun clicks)

(groans)

Officer:
Don't move.

Get this sack of sh*t off the floor!

Officer:
Hands behind you, come on.

(groans)

- You all right'?

- You f***ing hi! me.

Hey, I saved your f***ing life.

Stop your whining.

How did you know the safety was on?

- I didn't.

- I got to go to the hospital.

- Come on, you p*ssy.

- F***.

(groans)

Here.

What the f*** is that for?

It's a tampon.

Stick it up your nose.

- I'll wait for you outside.

- F***.

(music plays)

Ed? Hon?

Man:
Mr. Ross?

Who's there?

Man:
I hope I haven't startled you.

Is Bill Ross around?

No. I'm his brother, Ed.

Who are you?

Man:
Apologies.

I was under the impression

that the premises were vacated.

Name's John Lowery.

I'm with DEC.

Department of

Environmental Conservation.

We're out here investigating

reports of poaching in this area.

Your brother has given us permission

to set up a surveillance post here.

I take it this is your daughter?

(chuckles)

This is my wife, Nancy.

And we're house sitting.

Bill didn't say

anything to us about this.

Well, let me ask you.

Have you...

seen or heard

anything out of the ordinary,

anything you might deem suspicious?

No. No, nothing.

Are you able to do something

about those local boys

always littering

by the side of the road?

Nancy.

Well, Nancy, if I come across them,

I'll have a word.

You can count on that.

Look, the Department would be more

than happy to put you folks up

at a hotel for the night

while we go about our business.

Nonsense. We'll stay out of your way.

You go ahead.

No, no. I have to insist.

We don't wanna inconvenience you

any more than necessary.

No. Thank you. Save your money.

We'll be fine.

And if you know my brother, Bill,

you know he'd have my head

ifl missed a night

of feeding his fish.

All right then.

We'll just get ourselves set up.

Just one more thing.

The two of you,

you're out here alone, are you not?

Yeah, just us.

I can't tell you how

happy I am to hear that.

(gun c*cks)

- (gun shots)

- (screams)

Service will be up in 20.

Finn's preparing the feeds now.

(coughing)

(chuckles)

You f***ing kidding me?

(gasping)

Nancy, you should

have taken the hotel.

(gunshots)

(car engines start)

So how do we know we

can trust these guys'?

We don't.

(sports commentary plays on radio)

Wanna come in for a beer?

No.

Right. I have some friends

coming over anyway.

Sure you don't want...

Male Presenter:
Okay. So I wanna talk

about this kid, Brody Walker.

Did anybody see that video of him

punching that dude in the face?

What is he thinking?

Femaha Presenter: Been on TV and

doing movies as long as he has

and look at the way

he's wasting his fife.

Male Presenter 2: Twenty years old

and the kid is a washed out has-been.

Male Presenter 3: Walker falls out

of the has-beans...

Male Presenter 4: I don't why

this Brody kid is still news.

He hasn't made a good movie in years.

This guy':
doing nothing.

He's a joke.

(groans)

(phone rings)

(phone stops ringing)

(phone rings)

Shut up.

(knock at the door)

(sighs)

Brody:
Come on, man.

It took me forever to get here.

- (knocks on door)

- Open up.

Please?

Come in.

I'll probably get my rims

stolen in this place.

You know, you look a lot better

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