The Place Beyond the Pines Page #3

In our house? You okay

with him in our house?

(JASON CONTINUES CRYING)

(ROMINA CONTINUES SHUSHING)

What are you doing here, man? Shh-shh.

You're making him cry.

Don't shush me.

You in my house, man.

You need to pack all this sh*t

up and get out the house, man.

I don't know who you think you

are, just coming up in our life

and changing sh*t around,

but this ain't gonna work.

LUKE:
You gotta lower your voice, man.

Excuse me?

Lower your voice. Romina, can

you step outside, please?

Pack all this sh*t up

and take it out, man.

You're making the baby cry.

You're making the baby cry.

Pick this sh*t up and get

it out the house now, man.

I'm not f***ing with you.

(LUKE SHUSHES)

(JASON CONTINUES CRYING)

Pick up all this sh*t, man.

F*** you, man.

(KOFI GRUNTS)

(ROMINA'S MOTHER

YELLING IN SPANISH)

Mami, el nio! El nio!

ROMINA:
Kofi. Kofi. Baby!

Mami!

ROMINA'S MOTHER:
Kofi!

(SOBBING) Oh, God, baby!

Baby.

Kofi, baby.

Baby.

Get off him.

You're crazy!

You're f***ing crazy!

Get out! Get out! Get out!

(ROMINA YELLING IN SPANISH)

Please, please, please,

no, no, no.

Okay. Call an ambulance.

Oh, my God. Okay.

(WOMEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's over.

It's over.

(SIRENS APPROACH)

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's over.

Right here.

JUDGE:
Is your name Luke Glanton?

LUKE:
Yes.

JUDGE:
Mr. Glanton,

a complaint has been filed.

It alleges assault

in the second degree,

which is a felony

in the state of New York.

When such a complaint is filed,

you have the right to an

adjournment to obtain a lawyer.

Counselor, do you wish to waive

any further reading

of the arraignment?

We would, Your Honor,

and on behalf of my client,

I'd enter a Not Guilty plea.

JUDGE:
Given the history that I

am aware of, of this defendant,

and, as well, the allegations,

I'm going to set bail

in the amount of $2,500.

Bail may be posted either in

cash or by bail bondsman.

In the meantime, I will issue the

temporary order of protection

requiring this defendant to

refrain from violent, offensive,

assaultive or harassing conduct

and to remain away

from the complainant

until further ordered...

There's your money.

Thanks for bailing me out.

I wanna do two in one day.

I wanna do

the Trustco on Brandywine.

And when all those f***ing

pigs are coming after me,

I wanna split out the back,

I wanna go down to Rotterdam

and I wanna do

that First National.

You know something, Luke?

If you ride like lightning,

you're gonna

crash like thunder.

And I'm not gonna let you

bring us both down.

F*** that. Don't be

such a f***ing p*ssy.

No, man. It's over.

Can't do it. Won't do it.

You made your f***ing choice.

F*** you.

Hey, you know what?

If you go out tonight...

(GLASS CLINKS)

(KEYS JANGLE)

Take the truck.

You'll be less visible.

Last favor I'll do you.

I'm done.

You're f***ing done?

Yeah.

You're done?

It's over.

(SLOW SONG PLAYING)

LUKE:
Ro.

Just take this.

Just take it.

Ro, I'm sorry.

I'm a f***ing maniac.

Ro, just take it. Ro.

Can I get in the car, please?

Just take this.

LUKE:
You don't love me,

you don't like me.

I f***ing get it.

I'm a piece of sh*t.

Okay? I'm still his father.

I can give him stuff.

I got this for him. Just give it to him.

Tell him it's from me.

ROMINA:
You're never

gonna see him again.

Please give that to him.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Hey.

LUKE:
Hey, it's okay.

It's all right.

Open your mouth.

Wider.

(GASPING)

You owe me a new bike.

Right?

Yeah.

Where's that bail money?

Give it to me.

(MUFFLED WHIMPERING)

(SHUSHING)

I'm sorry.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVS)

F***.

F***in' Christ.

Sh*t!

F***ing idiot.

Jesus f***ing Christ.

Everybody get down

on the f***ing floor!

You, get up!

Get the f*** up!

Fill up that f***ing bag

full of money.

Don't look at me!

Put your... No faces!

You! Get up!

Get up. Get up!

(LUKE GRUNTS)

Get the f*** up!

Get that f***ing money!

Put that f***ing money in there!

F***! Okay, here it comes.

What are you doing!

Throw it over!

F***.

WOMAN:
I'm sorry.

I was...

Throw it over!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Where's that guy back there,

your f***ing guy?

Hey, guy! Get up!

Throw that over, and you

better not f*** this up.

Jesus Christ.

This is f***ing sh*t.

Get the f*** down!

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(GROANS)

Sh*t. Sh*t.

(ENGINE REVS)

F*** you. F*** you.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Adam-5 in pursuit of robbery suspect.

North on Brandywine.

Black jumpsuit, black helmet.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Adam-5, suspect making turn

into Vale Cemetery.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

In Vale Cemetery, in pursuit

of suspect on motorcycle.

Going towards Moyerson.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Appears to have

a flat on rear tire.

He's headed on to Moyerson,

he's heading towards State.

Cut him off at State.

Down the block at barricade

to State Street.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Suspect is down. (STAMMERS)

Suspect is going down

State Street!

He got around

the barriers at Moyerson.

(CONTINUES ON RADIO)

Heading south on Moyerson,

heading towards State Street.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Get cars to Plymouth.

Suspect does have

a flat tire on rear.

104, I got a visual of motorcycle

heading south on Elmer.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Heading west on Stanford.

He is heading

north on Plymouth.

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

AVERY:
Stay down!

In foot pursuit.

WOMAN:
What are you doing?

Come here. Come here!

Are you the only ones here?

Yeah.

Come here.

Okay. Okay.

Get the f*** over here.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Just get upstairs.

Get upstairs!

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

LUKE:
Go! Go! Go!

I'm at 702 Plymouth.

I need a backup unit for the

southeast corner of the house.

I have

the northwest corner secured.

Get down over there!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

F***.

(SMASHING WINDOW)

(WIN DOW CLATTERS)

F***. F***.

(WOMAN AND BOY WHIMPERING)

(PANTING)

Get outta here.

Get down! Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground!

Is anybody else inside?

WOMAN:
Yes! He's upstairs!

Police!

LUKE:
Ro?

Ro, don't hang up.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'm in trouble.

I'm...

I'm in some lady's house.

(EXHALES)

Ro, would you do

a favor for me, please?

Just one thing. I'll never

ask for anything again.

AVERY:
Police!

Look, don't tell him

about me, okay?

AVERY:
Police!

Put your gun down!

Ro, just don't

tell him about me.

(BANGING ON DOOR) Ro.

Okay? Police! Lay

down on your stomach

with your hands spread apart!

Ro?

Face away from the door!

(SIGHS) Ro, please.

Police! Drop your...

AVERY:
Oh, f***. (GROANING)

(GASPING)

(C*CKS GUN)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

AVERY:
104, I'm at 702 Plymouth.

Shots fired. Perp's down.

I've been shot. Send a box

and a bus to 702 Plymouth.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Let's see your f***ing hands!

Get those f***ing hands up now!

Get your f***ing hands up, now!

Get the f***ing

hands up right now!

OFFICER 1:
Clyde, you all right?

OFFICER 2:
I got him. I got him.

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