The Crow: Salvation Page #2
She's sick.
- Actually, she never had
Mai Tais before.
- But you've had 'em.
Oh, not tonight.
Honest.
lf you had a license,
l bet l'd have seen it by now.
How old are you?
What?
Fifteen?
Look, l'll tell you the truth.
Jannie drove us and
was supposed to drive us back.
She has a license, but--
l mean, look at her.
Jannie, get up.
Come on, get up!
Get up!
[ Continues lndistinct ]
Why don't you get out?
Want me to walk
a straight line?
- l want you to bend over.
- Can l just call a cab?
What'd l say?
Very nice.
Maybe l'll just ask
your friend here.
l want you to bend over,
Officer Dutton.
What the f*** did you--
Get out of the car. Now!
Hey, punk!
- Get your hands on the car.
- These hands?
You're dead, ditch weed.
Oh, my God!
[ Screams ]
- [ Screams ]
- You're up!
[ Groaning ]
Ladies, drive carefully.
You might want to call 9-1 -1 .
Report an officer down.
That was a f***ing
hollow point!
Guess it's true.
Guns don't kill people.
Think, uh,
Keep that thing
away from me.
Phillip, this is not
just some " thing."
lt's " AC-005."
You're the skell that broke into
the evidence room.
F***!
What do you want?
A scar
on the arm...
of the man who planted this
in Alex Corvis's car.
There was no scar, you freak.
The Corvis kid made it up.
He was innocent.
You killed him!
You and Erlich
and Roberts and Toomey.
What do you think,
Officer Dutton, huh?
An eye for an eye?
[ Screams ]
No! No!
[ Men Shouting ]
- [ Gunshot ]
- Get her!
[ Screaming ]
You were there?
All four of you?
You killed her!
l saw it!
B*tch killed herself
when she shot a cop in the foot.
lf she had just shut up and acted like
a girl, nothing would have happened.
So you're right, spooky.
You happy?
[ Gunshot ]
l'm working on it.
[ Gunshot ]
[ Rock, lndistinct ]
[ Continues lndistinct ]
[ Chattering ]
- Police!
- F***! What the f***?
Don't do that, man.
That's f***in' really cool.
Thank you.
So, how'd the month
end up?
- Fantastic.
- Yeah.
- Never been better.
Where's Dutton?
some high school with a hard-on.
[ Laughing ]
- You know why Dutton's not here?
- No.
Rigor mortis.
Dead!
One shot to the head.
Then 53 stab wounds
with a six-inch blade.
This cause any kind of deja vu
for you guys?
Rumors multiply as police
refuse to confirm or deny reports
of multiple, multiple stab wounds.
- Dad, come in here.
- Yeah, what is it, honey?
- That cop who found
the knife in Corvis's car.
- [ TV] They're moving him now.
Body covered. lt would appear
that 37-year-old Phillip Dutton
is dead in the line of duty.
Let's go.
Watch her. What are you doing?
Get back behind the line.
lt's shocking,
even for these mean streets.
The word " Daisy"
carved into his forehead
by the perpetrator still at large.
A name?
Perhaps a message.
What's the matter, honey?
Lauren used to call me that
when we were little.
Daisy.
Nobody knew but us.
Honey, it doesn't mean anything.
lt's not a message.
No, that guy at the cemetery said
he knew everything about Lauren.
lt still doesn't
mean anything.
He said he'd prove it.
[ Squawks ]
Come on,
you're hiding something!
l don't know anything
about any knife.
- l'm tryin' to forget that case.
- Well, someone isn't .
They killed Dutton.
- lt wasn't me.
- No sh*t.
You couldn't get close to him.
But l am betting...
that you know who did.
You're the only one who gave a flying
f*** about him when he was alive.
- Yeah, well, b*tches are crazy.
The richer they are,
the crazier they get.
Yeah? Maybe if you hadn't
fried an innocent kid--
Who is it?
Who is it?
Maybe it's the real killer.
Did you ever think of that? Huh?
lf you're covering up for someone,
that's jail time.
l've got my eye on you.
[ Rock, lndistinct ]
[ Continues lndistinct ]
Queen to bishop five.
" Check."
[ Squawks ]
Alex?
- [ Squawks ]
- [ Car Radio ]
[ Groaning ]
[ C*cks Gun ]
Don't move.
[ Screams ]
[ Rock, lndistinct ]
- [ Gunshot ]
-Jesus!
F*** me.
l heard you were looking
for this.
You're the guy
who killed Dutton.
The way l see it,
l want you to think of me
as the guy who killed you.
l'm a police officer, man!
Yeah? What happened
to your leg there, Officer?
ls that like
a hunting accident, huh?
[ Screams ]
Lauren Randall shot you
trying to get free.
The 53 stab wounds
she died of came from you!
Am l right?
Ballpark?
[ Grunting ]
What the f*** do you want?
l want Lauren! l want my life back!
l wanna know why!
lt's all money, man!
The girl just got in the way.
The scar.
Which of you has it?
Nobody. lt's just a bullshit f***ing
story the loser boyfriend made up.
[ Rock, lndistinct ]
Are you out of your f***in'mind?
We're gonna die!
How can you die
if you're already dead?
You're him... Corvis.
F***!
[ Screaming ]
[ Helicopter Blades Whirring ]
[ Rock Continues ]
Go, go!
C'mon!
Here, here, take it.
F***!
[ Squawking ]
[ Squawks ]
Daisy.
How did you know?
l told you.
l knew her.
You killed that cop,
Dutton.
And another one.
Erlich.
Took a wrong turn.
l know who you are.
That's why
you paint your face.
To hide.
l'm not hiding.
l'm right here.
You killed Lauren!
You killed her!
Not me! Dirty cops killed her.
Dutton and Erlich!
My dad was right.
He said you'd ruin her life.
No!
Listen to me!
Lauren found out something
they didn't want her to know. This!
Look at it.
Look at it.
Because you need
to understand.
You need to be careful.
l'm sorry.
Your father...
wasn't right.
All right, all right!
Listen up!
Yo!
We've got a cop killer
out there.
Till we get some l.D.,
treat everyone like a suspect.
He knows. l saw him.
He's got a f***ing zombie mask.
- Calm down.
- No, you calm down!
Whose name's next on the f***ing list,
huh? lt's not yours.
You didn't testify.
You're not on the list.
- Scary guy.
- Yeah, scary.
He survives that crash,
takes time out for art?
Madden, the old man's requested
the pleasure of your company.
All right, boys and girls, to quoteJohn
Wilkes Booth, "Just watch your backs."
- Glad l'm not you.
- Right back at ya.
Sit down.
l thought we had
an understanding.
l thought we understood
that discretion is paramount.
- Yeah, we do.
- Shut up!
goddamn hot rod is not discreet.
l've got reporters
asking me how much he made.
l've got the entire force
looking at this case now.
- l know.
- You know.
l know... the guy,
he leaves a sign.
No sh*t he leaves a sign!
He's goddamn Picasso.
What else do you know?
You know this?
Tommy Leonard.
The eyewitness in the Corvis case.
Some hooker phoned it in. There was
a riot at his apartment yesterday.
- Guy dressed for Halloween?
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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