The Making of Dredd 3D Page #2

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Positive on your IDs.

All showing convictions for possession

of narcotics. Transmitting data now.

Small-time perps. Junkies. No known

gang affiliation. What's your analysis?

Drugged. Skinned. Displayed in public.

I think it's a punishment killing.

Someone's trying to send a message.

Yeah. Don't f*** with the Ma-Ma clan.

Ma-Ma clan?

We have her on record

from her whoring days.

The picture's pretty old,

but that's her.

Madeline Madrigal, aka Ma-Ma.

Ex-hooker from the S-9 pleasure district.

Quit working when she got sliced up

by a pimp. She got her own back.

Block legend says she's feminized

the guy with her teeth.

Took over his business interests

and never looked back.

Anyone else,

you'd say it was bullshit, right?

Not with Ma-Ma. Her trademark is violence.

Not so long ago, there were three main

gangs hustling for control of Peach Trees.

The Peyote Kings,

the Red Dragons, the Judged.

Then Ma-Ma arrived.

What the f***?

Let's go.

Took over the top oor of the block

and started working her way down.

Nine months later,

she had control of everything.

Levels one to 200

are hers.

How did she get away with it?

You know how often

we get a Judge up in Peach Trees?

Well, you got one now.

The victims are registered

to apartments on level 39.

Likely killed over a turf issue,

so perps will be in the vicinity.

Rookie.

Find out where the clan operate

on this level, and hit it hard.

That would be here.

I take it this is your first time

in non-sim combat.

Yes, sir.

Been wondering when you'd remember

you left your helmet behind.

Sir, a helmet can interfere

with my psychic abilities.

Think a bullet

might interfere with them more.

- Are you ready?

- Yes, sir.

- You don't look ready.

- Just adrenaline, sir.

Rookie.

Anderson. Judgment.

Crime, possession and use of controlled

substances. Sentence, two years iso-cubes.

No, don't tell me. Tell Control.

- Anderson to Control.

- Copy.

Requesting meat wagon to Peach Trees,

level 39. We have

four bodies for resyk

and eight live for the iso-cubes.

Copy that. Meat wagon inbound.

All right. Let's get them cuffed.

Move. Up.

Sir, this one's a gang member. He...

Sir, it's him.

Him who?

The man who murdered the people

in the atrium.

You're sure?

Can't execute a perp on 99 %.

Save me a lot of paperwork

if you just confess right now.

We will take him in. See how he holds up

after a few hours of interrogation.

Sh*t.

Judges. No, no, no, no.

Caleb? There's a problem on level 39.

Judges hit the distribution point

and shot the place up.

Took out a few of the boys.

So what? We're overdue a bust.

It's just the Judges showing their faces,

reminding the citizens they exist.

- No, Ma. They picked up Kay.

- Executed?

Interrogation.

They're taking him in right now.

F***.

If Kay talks... If they're taking

him in, he will talk. Ma....

What are we going to do?

That one's still breathing.

Control room is secure.

Router's in. You're good to go.

Sector Control.

Sector Control,

this is Peach Trees Control,

I just want to check you were notified

about the def-con systems test today.

Copy that. Peach Trees, we don't have

you down for a def-con test.

- Yeah, we must be. if you check the...

- I have got nothing.

God f***ing damn it, Sector.

I put in the notification

myself three f***ing times.

We are good to go right now.

I have got my supervisor

breathing down my neck.

Hold fire, Peach Trees.

Let me get on this.

Okay. I put you on the system.

Hall of Justice and all emergency services

are notified to ignore your status.

You can run the test any time you like.

Appreciate that, Sector.

You just saved my ass over here.

You're welcome, Peach Trees.

Sir, he's thinking about

making a move for your gun.

Yeah.

He just changed his mind.

Yeah.

Then enter the pass key

and you should be inside.

Security protocols accessed.

War protocol accessed.

Blast shield initiated.

Warned you. Get up.

You're headed for the cubes.

Stand clear of doors.

All residents remain calm.

All residents remain calm.

All residents remain calm.

What's going on?

Lockdown complete.

You're patched in.

Peach Trees.

This is Ma-Ma.

Somewhere in this block are two Judges.

I want them dead.

Until I get what I want,

the block is locked down.

All clan, every level,

hunt the Judges down.

Everyone else, clear the corridors

and stay the f*** out of our way

until the shooting stops.

If I hear of anyone helping the Judges,

I will kill them and the next

generation of their family.

As for the Judges...

We better move.

...sit tight, or run.

Makes no difference. You're mine.

Control, we have a situation developing

in Peach Trees. Do you copy?

- Control, do you copy?

- My comms are down, too.

Shielding must be blocking

our transmissions.

We will head for the Med Center.

They're here.

- Call it.

- Sir?

You're on assessment, rookie. Call it.

Multiple armed targets.

Obstructed line of sight. Gas grenades.

Respirators.

Advise you hold your breath.

I want the north and east corridor

totally covered.

Sal's got the west and the south.

And spread out your hardware.

We're going to hand these Judges

back to Ma-Ma on a plate.

- Stay f***ing focused.

- Judges got it coming.

Judge, come and get me.

We're going to have to go through them.

Stun grenade.

- Kill that motherf***er.

- Let's give them the good news.

- Man up that corridor, man.

- F*** up the Judges.

F*** them.

Citizens of Peach Trees.

This is the law.

Who do you think you are

coming up in here?

Disperse immediately, or we will use

lethal force to clear the area.

- Where's that coming from?

- Over there. Access corridor.

You have been warned.

You now have 20 seconds to comply.

It's you doing the complying, Judge.

There's 10 of us, only two of you.

Why don't you step out

from behind that doorway,

or we're going to blow

the f*** out of you.

Ten seconds to comply.

- F*** you, Judge.

- You got five.

Thanks for the heads-up.

Please.

What are you waiting for, rookie?

His crime is attempted murder of a Judge.

His sentence is death.

Yes, sir.

Open up.

- Open up.

- Negative, Judge.

You know what's going on out here.

We need a place we can defend.

Then you better find someplace else.

This is a medical facility. Neutral ground.

Neutral? You're not neutral.

You're choosing sides.

Peach Trees has been sealed by

blast doors designed to withstand attack.

No one's getting out. No one's coming in.

And you have every clan affiliate

in the block after your blood.

There are no sides. You're already dead.

Looks like the Med Center's

closed early today.

Switch weapon to silencer mode.

Our best bet now is to go covert.

Conserve ammunition.

And don't shoot unless you're going to hit.

- Sir, what about the prisoner?

- Explain.

Under the circumstances,

he could be a liability.

Also a prime suspect in three homicides.

What do you say, rookie?

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