Man Down Page #6

Daddy. Daddy.

Hold on.

Dev, made contact.

Coming out.

- Johnny!

- Back, back, back, back.

All right,

you're okay. Come on.

Johnny!

- Watch your footing.

- Gabe!

Shooting in the house. He's got my son.

He's got my son. What do I do?

Police!

Shots fired!

Go back in!

You're okay. Okay. You're okay.

Come on, we'll go over here.

I'm going to go.

Stay right there.

- You okay, buddy?

- Yeah.

Whatever happens,

you'll be fine, you understand?

Dev, come in, Dev. Dev!

The f***ing thing, man.

What's wrong with you?

I'm scared.

Hey, no, you're not.

Huh?

Okay?

- Yeah.

It's all right.

Don't cry. You're gonna

be fine. Okay?

Yeah.

You're gonna be okay.

I'm sorry.

Johnny, you'll be fine.

Yeah.

I got something for you, too.

Here. Remember that'?

- Who's that?

- It's me and Mom.

She's your mom.

She's my everything.

She's your mom.

That's my everything.

Yeah.

That's my everything.

Jon, you'll be fine.

Be strong.

I got you, son.

Police! Come out!

Go! Go! Go!

What's that?

Gummy bears.

Your favorite candy, right?

That's your favorite candy.

Yeah.

I remember.

Is that your

favorite candy, huh?

- Yeah.

- The red ones, right?

Johnny's favorite candy.

- Hmm?

- Yeah.

You eat them red ones.

I'll be back

in five seconds, okay?

Say, "Yeah, Dad, I understand."

Yeah, Dad, I understand.

- Police, don't move!

- Daddy!

Daddy!

Johnny, don't look!

Gabriel!

How do you know my name?

How do you know my name?

Drummer, we got this.

Check the last room.

Okay. You okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Huh'?

Devin, team two here, Dev.

Dev, are you tracking me? Dev!

I'm in deep sh*t here.

Do you copy?

Dev, do you... F***.

We're okay. We're okay.

Yeah.

I don't even have

the doctor's number.

- Who are you?

- He's here. He's here.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Stay right there, Jon.

- Who are you?

- It's me.

Who are you?

Who are you talking to?

It's me.

Mom.

Shh. I know what you're

doing to the kids.

My kid was with his mother.

Where is she?

Where is she?

It's me.

You aren't...

Gabe.

Where is she?

Where's my kid's mother?

Where is she?

Where is she? Down.

Get down, get down.

Where's my wife?

Natalie Drummer is my wife.

Where is she?

Where is she?

Gabriel.

- Where is she?

- No, Gabriel...

Where is she?

- Where is she?

- I'm right here.

- Natalie Drummer, where is she?

- Gabriel, please.

Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is my f***ing wife?

Don't. No, no, no.

Don't.

[voices shouting, gunfire

They're not feelings, sir.

They're real.

What happened

in that room is real.

Oh, my God.

Oh' my...

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, Dad.

I didn't mean it.

I didn't know.

I was confused.

I was confused.

I didn't know.

I didn't know.

Natty, I'm sorry.

I was confused. I didn't...

In this heart

Lies for you

A lark born

Only for you

Who sings only

To you

My love, my love

My love

You know,

I was thinking about...

I was thinking about...

You know, in the old days,

we used to send letters.

I wrote these for you.

It was, like, a big process.

It was, like, impossible.

You had to, like,

write it by hand.

My love, my love

Now we got email and Skype...

It's almost like

I'm here already, you know?

...is my grief for you

No!

For only

The loss of you

I ain't Mom, but I damn

sure am gonna tell my kid

I love him when he gets

out the car, as'! right?

Yeah.

So we gotta come up some kind

of little middle ground,

like a secret word or something.

My love, my love

What about "man down"?

Man clown?

- That's pretty good.

Yeah, I like that.

- / like it, too.

Damn sure is manly enough.

Nobody will know what we're talking

about when we say it.

So, anytime I want to say I love you

what am I going to say to you?

- Man down.

- All right, good.

All right, get out the car.

All loneliness have died

My love, my love

No! Johnny, no!

My love

I will have you

Hey, man down.

Man down.

Little cowboy, go ahead.

In my arms

Have a good day, bud.

You too.

I love you.

How much?

My love

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