Standoff Page #3

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and blow your goddamn brains out!

But no, seriously, man.

I know where you're coming from though.

I do.

Sh*t, she ain't your kid.

Can't turn back time.

Believe me, I've tried.

But you know I'm going to win this thing.

Even tombstone courage runs out.

You need to go head on

and give in to the beast.

Send the little lady down here to me.

Come and get her.

Hello!

Hey!

You guys wanna order some pizza?

I'm sorry.

No, don't be sorry. I...

I shouldn't have yelled at you.

What was your son's name?

Sam.

You miss him?

Everyday.

I missed my parents too.

There ain't no quitting me.

What?

"There ain't no quitting me."

Just something my dad used to say.

It always made me feel safe.

You think I'll see him when I die?

Hey, don't talk like that, okay?

Help will be here soon.

Don't say that, Carter, I'm not stupid.

Alright.

Maybe help ain't coming.

But I can promise you this.

I won't let him get you.

You hear me?

I won't let him get you.

You believe me?

Why did your wife leave?

Me.

This place.

Reminded... her of him.

I just wish...

just...

wish...

I believe you.

Just keeping you on your toes, buddy.

Here, have another one.

How you all doing up there?

I could ask you the same question,

you little sack of sh*t.

You know you sound like a sick animal.

Just hunting around

for a corner to die in.

You feeling kind of cold? Kind of weak?

Yeah.

You're going into shock, pal.

You're gonna die, soon.

Unless you get to a hospital.

F*** you, I'm fine!

I ain't going nowhere till that little

b*tch's pushing up daisies, period!

That suits me just fine, mister.

Nothing bleeds forever.

Another few hours,

you'll be lying face down

in a puddle of your own fluids.

Hey, you don't worry though!

I'll let your daughter know you died

defending the future of your family.

Oh, outstanding, Sergeant Greene,

out-f***ing-standing!

You beat me at my own game!

You're master of psychological warfare!

Next thing you know,

you'll have me tidying up the place

and giving you a blowj*b on the way out!

Brilliant!

- Sorry.

- What are you doing?

No film in that camera.

Yeah, it just makes me feel safe.

Stupid, I know.

We all got our ways in dealing with stuff.

What? What is it?

Sh*t.

Just reminds me. We got a problem.

How big?

It's big.

There's a generator in the basement

that runs the whole power, you see.

I haven't filled it up in days.

It's running on fumes.

- I don't understand.

- It'll be night soon, Bird.

Without any power,

the whole house would be pitch black.

There's no way I can keep him

from trying something in the dark.

Not with one shot.

What does that mean?

It means I got to get you out of here.

While it's still light up.

But your leg.

I'm not going with you. I'm gonna help you

climb out a window so you can run for help.

But you said that's what he wants.

I know what I said, Bird,

but things are different now, okay?

You got to trust me on this.

This is your best chance.

Okay.

Oh, f***.

Hey, is the... shooting range

in Red Pepper open for the fall yet?

What's that, kid?

The shooting range

on Red Pepper, is it open now?

No. Why?

I'm not sure. I'm...

I'm at the cemetery and I heard...

What's that? What did you hear, kid?

Kid?

Nothing.

I'm looking into something,

I'll get back to you.

And stop calling me kid.

Alright, let's go.

What if he realizes

you aren't guarding the stairs anymore.

We got the broken glass,

we'll hear him, come on.

Now, I want you to climb down

on this roof, right?

There's a crate, jump down on it

and run like hell. Alright?

Hey, hey. Even if he hears you,

you'll be a little speck on the horizon

- by the time he gets outside.

- I don't want to do this.

Neither do I, Bird, but we have to.

We don't have a choice.

- Come on, give me the camera.

- No.

Come on. I'll take good care of it.

Don't you trust me? Come on.

Bird, I...

Okay, keep the camera. Come on, go.

That's it.

Stay low.

Okay, go. Come on.

That's it. You got it.

Afternoon, officer.

What the f***?

Sh*t.

Sh*t!

Carter.

- What?

- He hid the police car in the hangar.

What? Where is he now?

He's far.

He's walking back around the front.

Freeze! Put your f***ing hands

up in the air.

Hands up. That's right.

It's over. It's time for you to leave.

I ain't got my glasses on but that looks

that same candy ass 20 gauge

you been counting on this whole time.

Heavy on power. Sh*t for range.

That's all you got, ain't it?

You got... until the count of five...

to turn around and get

the f*** off my property!

You got to be kidding me.

You probably couldn't even nick me

with that potty trainer from up there.

Let alone make a kill shot, hell.

- How many bullets you got left, Jethro?

- I got plenty!

Alright? Don't you worry about it.

I got six reloads waiting on your ass!

Good. God damn! Six reloads!

You practically swimming

in ammunition up there.

Well, why no go ahead and try you luck.

You might sink a pellet in my eye,

take me down.

Come on, what's you waiting on? Fire away!

I'm not going to kill you

if I don't have to.

When I first go to this dump

you spit fire at me just to say howdy-do.

Now you want to play trigger shy,

I don't buy that for a minute.

Are you riding on just one shell

up there, partner?

You are, aren't you?

And if you take a shot at me

at this range and miss... it's over.

I don't think you could afford to take

that risk. Let's ask the little lady.

Five.

I ain't going nowhere. You might as well

save your breath go on and shoot.

Four.

I'm betting if I pull my pistol out

I can shoot you now.

Three!

I suggest you ought to shoot me

or get your ass back inside.

- Two!

- One!

Sh*t!

I ain't calling you a liar,

Sergeant Greene.

But you got to the most merciful man

I've ever met. Hey, little lady.

I just want to shoot you.

Yeah, you made the right call,

soldier boy. Yes, indeed.

Who are you to gamble

with that little girl's life.

Let's see if you gamble

with somebody else's.

Roll call!

As you is. Come on.

- Tell us a little bit about yourself.

- You sick son of a b*tch.

Don't you disappoint me, hillbilly.

I said, speak up!

So the man upstairs can hear you.

- My name is officer Jerry Baker.

- Jerry Baker!

Come on, tell us about...

about the wife, kids, two car garage.

- I have a wife and a son.

- Names, damn it! Give the man names!

My wife's name is Linda. My son's name...

Alright! Cut it out!

It ain't going to work.

Just save yourself the effort!

You need to think about it,

Sergeant Greene.

You need to think about it real hard.

Get your mind right, you see.

Jerry here, ain't seen my face

just like you, which means...

technically, he's off the hook.

Also, he's not hurt too bad, which means

you can probably get him to the hospital.

But you're going to have to do it

right quick, like, pronto.

You don't have the leverage

that you think you do, a**hole.

F*** leverage! Do the math, dipshit!

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