(FRANK PANTING) (DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE)
(GENTLE PIANO PLAYING) (BIRDS CHIRPING)
(CHILDREN CHATTERING IN DISTANCE)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
REPORTER: (ON TV) You can see the temperatures
are chilly this morning, a lot of 20's...
(BUTTON CLICKS) (MUSIC STOPS PLAYING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(TRAFFIC HUMMING IN DISTANCE) (BIRDS CHIRPING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(CELLPHONE RINGING)
Hey, you! (GENTLE PIANO PLAYING)
(CHUCKLES) Of course I'm gonna be there.
Have I ever missed one before?
Well, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise,
now would it? Hey, Sam, ask your mother
if she needs me to bring anything
wine, beer, whatever.
Yeah, just... make sure she knows I asked.
A hint?
You want a hint?
All right, here's a hint. (GUN CLICKS)
You ready?
It has a neck, but no arms or legs.
Yeah, I got you a snake. Highly venomous, too.
You crazy?
Look, you're gonna be happy, I promise.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) (GENTLE MUSIC CONCLUDES)
You're gonna need to slow down, Shaw.
You're gonna get us in trouble again.
You got Barnett, right?
Didn't even need a warrant for him.
He's off the streets.
Yeah, he is, but so were we, almost.
(SCOFFS) For doing our job. **** IA.
Hey, a job I can't afford to lose
'cause you wanna go play ****ing cowboy again.
Think it's up there.
I got the boat to pay off. Yeah.
I got the twins in BU this fall.
You got any idea how much that cost?
No, I do. I know. I hear you.
Do you? Yeah.
I don't know that you do. No, I do. I just...
I hope Dent's still there, that's all.
He'll be here. Christ!
Didn't the foreman just tell us that?
Stop being Super Cop. Super Cop?
DOUG: **** me, 58 grand.
That's just for tuition. FRANK: What? They don't have, like,
a two-for-one deal or something? DOUG: That's funny.
FRANK: Just send them to the academy.
It's like three grand, total.
DOUG: So, they can have a glorious career,
chasing down the bad guys,
while serving a community that hates their guts?
FRANK: Yeah, don't forget that gold watch.
Forgot about the gold watch.
Hey, if you need help, dude, you know I got your back.
You're drowning in alimony, pal. What are you gonna do,
sell your precious record collection?
**** you. I'm serious, though, you know?
I know you are.
Thanks, but we're good.
Foreman didn't say anything about him being on a break.
Could've taken him alone at his spot,
if that ****ing warrant came in sooner.
Should have brought back-up.
Let's, uh... let's just take it easy.
(WORKERS CHATTERING) FRANK: Jimmy!
There he is.
Hey, I'm Frank Shaw. This is Dougie Slater.
We're from Homicide. How are you?
(CHATTERING CONTINUES)
You mind taking a break from that ham sandwich
and stepping over here for a sec?
DOUG: Sorry to interrupt your break, fellas.
This will just take a minute.
I'm eating my lunch.
Come on Jimmy, jump to it. Let's go. Step over here.
(SIGHS)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Weapon!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Get back! Move. Whoa! Whoa! Hey, hey, hey!
I said put the gun down and get the **** back!
Glock 42, six rounds.
Just take a breath! Shut up! Put it down!
Just do it, Frank, put it down. I said put the gun down!
DOUG: Put it down. DENT: Get the **** back!
Let me take the shot.
Frank... DENT: **** you, pig!
(DOUG GRUNTS)
(WORKERS CLAMORING) (MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
FRANK: Watch out!
Frank! FRANK: Move!
DOUG: Frank! (TRUCK HORN BLARING)
That's four, Jimmy!
(TENSE MUSIC FADES)
(PANTS)
(SCREAMS) ****. That'd be five.
(DENT BREATHES HEAVILY)
Hey, Jimmy!
(GUN CLICKS REPEATEDLY)
Nice shooting, Jimmy.
But you're out, so get on your ****ing knees.
(GRUNTS) (TENSE MUSIC RESUMES)
(PANTS)
(HORN BLARING) (DENT SCREAMS)
(MUSIC STOPS)
DOUG: (FAINTLY IN THE DISTANCE) Frank!
Frank!
(HIGH-FREQUENCY RINGING) (HEARTBEAT PULSATING)
(HEARTBEAT SLOWING DOWN)
(MUSIC FADES OUT)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) (HEARTBEAT PULSATING)
(REPORTER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY IN THE BACKGROUND)
(STATIC HISSING OVER EARPIECE) (INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
(TRAFFIC HUMMING IN THE DISTANCE)
(HEARING AID SCREECHES, HISSES)
(MOTORCYCLE REVVING) (BELL TOLLING IN THE DISTANCE)
(CHILD CHATTERING) (DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE)
(DOOR SHUTS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
(PAPER SHREDDER WHIRRS)
(HEARING AID SCREECHES)
(STATIC HISSING)
(CELLPHONE BUZZES)
(CELLPHONE CHIMES) FRANK: Hey, you!
(CHUCKLES)
(IN ASL)
Sam... What are you doing? (CHUCKLES)
Hey, listen, you don't need to...
Okay, all right, I'm reading. Yeah.
"Eat my...
shorts." Oh, okay.
(CHUCKLES) Ha-ha, Dad, very funny.
I asked if you were-- FRANK: Yeah, I know,
coming to the recital. Yeah, I got it, I got it.
I got one for you. You ready? Okay.
SAM: "Please, bear with me."
"I'm an old dog learning new tricks."
That was good, Dad.
Yeah, you like that? I learned that one just for you.
I'm happy you're practicing. It's good. You need to.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) So?
You are coming, right? Next Friday.
Come on, Dad. You never missed one before.
So, Sam...
SAM: You don't need to sit with Mom.
Um... It's fine. I don't care anymore.
I'm so over that. FRANK: No, no. It's... it's...
it's not about that. You know, I'm not...
I'm not good in... in crowds, and, uh...
I just don't know how much
I'd be able to really appreciate--
The school can arrange for a hearing assistant,
it's not a problem.
I-- I'm not...
I would not want that. SAM: Dad!
This is important to me. You gave me that guitar.
I want you to see how good I am. (HEARING AID SCREECHES)
(GROANS) ****!
(HISSING STOPS)
(MUFFLED GROANS)
(FRANK, MUFFLED) Wait, wait, wait. I...
I... I can't hear you. Um.
(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(FIST THUDS)
(MACHINE BEEPING) (BUTTON CLICKS)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
AUDIOLOGIST: There was a Wi-Fi connector loose
in this one. I fixed it.
FRANK: I knew something was wrong.
Yeah, but it's not just the hearing aids, Frank.
The damage to your cochlea, it's becoming more progressive.
Back in July, you got 50 percent,
and now you're down to 30 percent.
Thirty? AUDIOLOGIST: It's been, what?
Ten months since your accident?
Eleven. Eleven.
Well, in another eleven, I can't say with any certainty
how much ability you'll have left.
(IN ASL)
AUDIOLOGIST: (CHUCKLING SOFTLY)Very good.
I have a very... (AUDIOLOGIST CHUCKLES)
...insistent daughter.
You should listen to her. She's smart.
I don't see much point myself.
(SIGHS) Look, this isn't the first time I'm saying this,
but... because of the nature of your injury,
implants may not be an option.
And more exposure to loud noises
could lead to even further damage. (SOFT TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
You need to start preparing yourself
for the possibility of a more profound loss in the future.
Yeah. I hear you.
"Hear you." Means I'm not deaf.
All right, thank you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO)
(SIGHS)
(CRESCENDO BEEPING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(SIRENS WAILING) (HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER PA)
DETECTIVE: Frank!
Frank! (CHUCKLES)
Hey, good to see you back, my man. Hey, hey, hey.
Been too long. Yeah.
What do we got?
(LOUDLY) Uh, two mid-level dealers, uh--
Hey. You don't need to shout, all right?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
Okay, we got two mid-level dealers, late twenties,
single shots to the head, execution style.
Probably a hit.
This guy stumbled upon 'em about an hour ago,
but the medical examiner thinks that the hit happened
sometime last night.
FRANK: Excuse me, sir. I got this.
POLICE OFFICER: Sure.
Frank Shaw. Homicide. How you doing?
Okay. Good. Can you tell me what happened here?
WITNESS: (FAINTLY) I was going, looking for a place to sleep... (BLADES WHIRRING INTENSIFIES)
...and I... I came across this guy.
Uh, sorry, sir, can you, um, speak up a little bit?
They were in my spot, these guys were...
(VOICE FADES)
I-- What?
(CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(SIRENS WAILING INTENSIFYING)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS INTENSIFYING)
(TENSE MUSIC STOPS) WITNESS: They're there, they shouldn't be there.
This isn't-- It's my spot. That's where I have to be.
DETECTIVE: Frank! Frank?
(STATIC OVER HEARING AIDS)
(CASUAL MUSIC PLAYS FAINTLY OVER SPEAKERS)
(MUFFLED THUMP)
(SHARP CLINK) BARTENDER: You okay, buddy?
(DOOR CHIME RINGING) (APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)
Hey.
This your new office?
(SCOFFS)
How did you find me?
Well, I'm a detective.
What?
I'm a detective. I detect. Can I get a beer?
(CRESCENDO BEEPING)
(SIGHS) So, how's the new beat with the narc squad?
I don't know. Uh...
Less bodies, more drugs.
(CHUCKLES) (CHUCKLES)
Can't complain.
Kind of miss the view from the sixth floor, though.
Come on up anytime.
Or you could come down.
BARTENDER: It's on the house, Detective.
How you doing?
Wonderful.
Come on, Frank, there's plenty of handicapped off-- Uh,
disabled off--
I don't know. What the **** do you call-- Deaf.
Doug, deaf is good.
You know what I'm trying to say.
There's plenty of them on the force.
Yeah.
Hell, even like this,
you're better than half the ***holes out there.
Just half?
Why? What are you gonna do? You going to walk away?
Shit, are you?
The gold watch? **** that, that's not you.
You'd go crazy. Police is in your blood.
**** am I going to do? (DOOR CHIME RINGING)
****ing useless.
(LIVELY BACKGROUND CHATTER)
Might have a lead on those Hyde Park hits.
A witness. Yeah?
What'd they see?
We don't know yet.
She's deaf.
Official interpreter's off duty till next week.
So, that's why you're here?
I'm not a ****ing interpreter, Doug.
Brass says it can't wait. It'll only take half an hour.
And look, this isn't me just looking for help on a case.
This is a way for us to get you back out there,
get you back on your feet, you know,
so you get your feet wet again.
I don't want your pity.
I ain't giving you any.
You help me, I help you. That's what partners do.
We were partners once, right?
I don't know, maybe I miss that.
(SIGHS)
Maybe I miss you.
I don't even have my weapon. I'm off-duty.
My signing's a shit show.
(CHUCKLES)
It's better than mine.
****.
All right, you got me.
So, what's... what's the deal?
Okay. (TENSE MUSIC STARTS)
Ava Fremont,
(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE) Thirty-three years old.
She was in the alley that night.
Apparently, she witnessed the hit.
Called it in via the 911 relay this morning.
FRANK: This morning? DOUG: Yeah.
FRANK: But the hit was on Wednesday night.
Why'd she wait this long?
DOUG: Well, that's what we're going there to find out, partner.
(HEAVY METAL MUSIC CONTINUES LOUDLY IN BUILDING)
DOUG: Jesus Christ, she's lucky she's deaf.
FRANK: Yeah.
Doesn't have to listen to that noise all day long.
What a ****ing racket.
This new clown they've saddled me with,
she's a ****ing millennial.
Can't stay off her phone.
Her?
That's the only upside.
WORKER: Hey! Hold the elevator!
(WORKER KICKS DOOR) DOUG: Jesus.
WORKER: ****ing ***hole! DOUG: That's cute.
It's a ****ing death trap.
(ELEVATOR WHIRRING)
How do you say "cute ***"?
(CHUCKLES) Come on, man, relax.
I'm not an interpreter.
Just do your best.
You've been back in the field, what? A month?
****ing liability out here, D.
Give it time. (ELEVATOR DINGS, OPENS)
Didn't you always say half of what we do
is like a sixth sense thing, anyhow?
Like intuition?
You got this.
Uh. Apartment 10G.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(OBJECT CLATTERS)
(SCOFFS NERVOUSLY)
Hi. Uh. (IN ASL)
And, uh, this is Detective...
(IN ASL)
Uh. Yeah. Yeah.
So, uh, we, um, uh, need to take your...
No, wait. This is the-- (IN ASL)
Sorry. Slower. I don't understand.
(IN ASL)
Bullshit? Uh, no, ma'am.
Uh, he had an accident about a year ago.
The official interpreter's not available.
Hey. Uh. (IN ASL)
(CHUCKLES)
(IN ASL)
(SIGHS)
(HUMS)
DOUG: Thank you, ma'am.
(GROANS)
So, it, uh... it looks like you're moving out.
(IN ASL)
Sorry. Uh.
I got, uh, "****ing," that's it.
(IN ASL)
Uh. Everyone got evicted.
Oh. Sorry.
(IN ASL)
DOUG: So, Ms. Fremont?
Um, Hyde Park?
Do you... do you read lips?
Does she... does she read lips?
Yeah, I got it.
DOUG: Okay, so, what did you see?
(IN ASL)
She was out, taking photos Wednesday night.
She saw
a... a fight, an argument.
And she filmed it.
DOUG: Okay. (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(man 1 over phone) Just a little more time. man 2: A little more time?
man 1: That's it.
man 2: Can we talk about this? man 1: All right.
Just need a little more time, man.
man 2: Let's give him some more time.
man 3: Now, can we get the **** out of here?
You often out this late at night, taking photos?
(SCOFFS)
(IN ASL)
It was a full moon. It's... pretty.
Hm.
Uh. Ever seen these guys?
No.
Do you know any of these people?
No.
(IN ASL)
Uh, we, uh, need to...
take your statement.
(IN ASL)
(CHUCKLES) Sorry. Uh. Again.
(AUDIBLY)
Yeah.
DOUG: Now, we're going to need to take your phone.
D, she can't see your ****ing face.
Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Uh, Ms. Fremont, we'll need to take your phone
because that video file is evidence,
but you'll get the phone back.
It's evidence, but we'll get it back to you.
DOUG: Now, I'm going to write down
everything you've told us here today,
and then you can read through it and tell me
whether it's exactly as you've described. Okay?
Okay.
(HEARING AIDS BEEP)
Oh. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Uh. I like them.
It's... Dark.
(IN ASL)
Yep.
(IN ASL)
Yeah.
DOUG: I told you, you were great.
While you were pissing, I had the boys run her file.
She's got a record.
A couple of minors for possession, stints in rehab.
Found a Naloxone kit in her bathroom.
No shit. Yeah.
So, she was not out taking pretty photos that night.
FRANK: Not in this neighborhood.
No, sir.
This place must have been nice once.
(ELEVATOR DINGING)
I wonder what these units will go for.
When I hear about those perps, I'll hit you up, okay?
FRANK: Yeah. (CLEARS THROAT) Teamwork.
I missed this. Say again?
You did good.
(MUSIC TENSES UP)
(HEARING AIDS SIGNAL LOW BATTERY)
(SIGHS)
You gotta be ****ing kidding me.
(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Wait right there.
(TENSE MUSIC PEAKS, FADES OUT)
(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(IN ASL)
'Sup. SIMMS: What's up, man?
(DOOR OPENS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
(EXHALES)
(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYS IN THE DISTANCE)
I do not want to hurt you.
You understand?
(MOUTHED) What is this? ****ing Charades?
She saw us do it.
Let's just-- MASON: Angel,
shut up. All right? Be cool.
Can't you see the lady is disabled?
Give her a chance.
****.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Oh, no, no, it's okay.
We know that. It's okay. Just calm down.
I just have a couple of questions for you.
One...
Any copies of the video?
Any copies?
No. No? No copies?
Okay. Okay. Okay. Just one last question.
Did anyone else see the video?
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
No.
MASON: No?
Okay, okay, okay.
I believe--
(AUDIO STOPS)
(MOUTHED) Move her to the couch.
(MUSIC TENSES UP)
ANGEL: Come on, let's go.
(AVA GASPS, SCREAMS)
ANGEL: Get on there!
Lie down! AVA: (SCREAMS) No!
(SCREAMS) Leave me! (ANGEL GROANS)
No! Please! No!
Stop moving! AVA: No!
Please! Stop!
MASON: Hold her down! ANGEL: Do it!
(ERRATIC BREATHING) I really am sorry about this.
(AVA SCREAMS)
It'd be so much better for you...
No! Please!
...if you were blind.
(GRUNTS)
What the ****?
Get back! All right! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Get the **** back. Gun on the floor.
All right! All right! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Jesus! ****! Hey! Hey!
All right! FRANK: Put the ****ing gun down.
MASON: I'm putting it down. Okay?
FRANK: Back up. See? It's down.
FRANK: Come here.
Look, this ain't your business. Get behind me.
Hey. Put the ****ing gun down!
Whoa! Whoa!
MASON: **** me! Hold on.
Get down! Get down! (GROANS)
****!
ANGEL: Mason! Mason! I'm hit.
Come on!
Go, go, go, go!
MASON: Where's the ****ing gun? Where is the gun?!
Simms! Simms, get in here! Shit!
Who the **** was that?
South side! Take the stairs! Go down, now!
(AVA PANTING)
Sal! East side fire escape!
Copy that. I'm on it.
MASON: Got two of 'em coming down to you!
Come on, come on, come on.
MASON: Sal, we're coming down! Fire escape, east side!
I got 'em.
****!
Do not shoot.
You understand me? Do not shoot.
Shit.
MASON: They're on six! They're on six! Go to six!
No, no, no, no! Come on! (WHIMPERS) No!
Come on, we gotta go!
Shit.
(MASON PANTS)
All right, Sal, get back to the lobby.
SAL: The lobby? MASON: Yeah.
Cover the elevator at the bottom of the stairs.
(GASPS)
(HURRIED FOOTSTEPS) (GASPS)
(MASON GASPS)
SIMMS: They ain't on the stairs. Shit.
(SIGHS) SIMMS: I didn't see 'em.
All right, listen.
They didn't have time to make it to the lobby,
so they're still in this building.
There's so many goddamn places to hide in here.
Look, they're in the building.
I'm just saying, if that dude has a phone,
then we are ****ed.
We might need more guys.
Okay.
Just take that elevator down to the lobby, all right?
Go help Sal keep watch or something.
SIMMS: All right. Go!
SIMMS: All right.
(SIGHS)
Hey, Angel, I'm on my way up to you.
(BREATHING FRANTICALLY)
FRANK: Hey, hey. Shh.
(PANTS)
(PANTS, BREATHES DEEPLY)
Hey. Hey. Hey.
(SLOW, CONTROLLED BREATHING) (PANTS)
(IN ASL)
Okay?
I don't give a shit. I need both of you now.
Yeah. Call me as soon as you get here.
****ers.
How you hanging in there, brother?
(GROANS) I need a hospital, Mase.
MASON: Come on now, you know that can't happen. (SCOFFS)
(CELLPHONE CHIMING) (SIGHS)
Yeah, I need the medic. SIMMS: You believe this shit?
Both stairwells, fire escapes, and a ****ing elevator.
How are we supposed to cover all that?
Sal's got a plan.
Come check it out. Look.
They got every exit point.
The elevator, what floor it's on,
everything except the fire escape.
Okay, nice.
Look, I'll stay here and hold point.
No, no, no. SIMMS: Take the fire escapes outside.
**** off, ****head. SIMMS: The ****?
SAL: It's my plan.
You ****ing go.
(SCOFFS)
Greaseball ****.
Don't let 'em hear you coming.
AVA: Hey!
(IN ASL)
What?
(IN ASL)
They have to have someone that's working for them
on the inside.
(IN ASL)
FRANK: Yeah.
Did you report it--
You called it in this morning, right?
Yeah, they have someone there,
a ****ing mole.
Probably in dispatch, just waiting to let them know
if anyone reports anything about those murders.
AVA: They knew about me.
(IN ASL)
Yeah, because my partner
ran your file, so they got a look at it too.
They knew what you were into.
Yeah.
That night...
you weren't out taking photos.
You went out looking to score.
(IN ASL)
I saw your overdose kit in your bathroom,
so don't bullshit me.
(IN ASL)
Hey, I'm risking my ****ing *** here for you.
(IN ASL)
(PANTS) Slow down.
(IN ASL)
So, why did you wait two days before you called it in?
(IN ASL)
(SIGHS) Okay.
(SNIFFLES) Hm.
(IN ASL)
(CHUCKLES)
(IN ASL)
All right.
(in ASL)
(AVA CHUCKLES)
(IN ASL)
I know.
We need to find a phone.
Hey.
How many people still in the building?
(IN ASL)
"Dante."
(IN ASL)
Yeah, yeah. I hear him.
But I meant on this floor.
(HEARING AIDS SIGNAL LOW BATTERY)
AVA: What?
Hey, sweetheart. You here for the party?
MEDIC: Which room?
10G.
Elevator's that way.
Mother Teresa's on her way up. MASON: Good.
Farrell's on his way, too.
Have them sweep from the ground up,
flush 'em out!
(GROANS)
Angel, enough already, all right?
Help is on the way.
**** this ****ing guy, man.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
All right.
(IN ASL)
I'll be back. But lock the door.
(IN ASL)
Oh, ****.
Hm. (GASPS, IN ASL)
Lock.
Right over there.
(ANGEL GROANS)
MASON: Got a gunshot wound to the left--
First, three rules.
No, I... I know the rules. One, no names.
(SIGHS) MEDIC: Two, no details
of any illegal activities are to be discussed.
Three. I would only participate in a job
that was agreed through the broker.
Yes, I understand that.
In return, I will not reveal any details of the job
to any third parties, including law enforcement.
Do you agree to these rules?
Yes, yes, I agree to your rules.
Now, would you please help the man?
Help me get him up.
(SCOFFS)
AVA: Hey!
(WHIMPERS)
MEDIC: Hold this up. What?
MEDIC: Up. Me?
(MASON SIGHS)
AVA: Hey!
Look!
(PANTS)
(CHUCKLES, PANTS)
SAL: Hey, the ****ing infantry's arrived.
They armed? Negative.
Other tenants? Not many.
You get the north stairwell.
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(MUSIC FADES OUT)
Oh, yeah, that's good.
Get me a wet towel.
Yeah, sure thing.
Holy shit.
All right, everybody listen up.
They got no phone,
but you better believe they're looking for one
or the internet.
Find out which of these apartments are still occupied
and you hit those first.
Jake, Farrell, clear the building.
Make this clean. We don't want any witnesses.
BPD. Open up.
MASON: Simms, you watch the back exit
and those fire escapes.
SIMMS: Yeah, yeah, I'm here.
MASON: Sal, you contact dispatch.
You make sure that any 911 call
connected to this building is rerouted to us.
Now, listen to me.
If any of them get out, if they talk to anyone,
then we are ****ed. You understand that, right?
Everyone's got everything on the line here,
so do not **** this up.
(SIGHS)
(GROANS)
(IN ASL)
Police? They here?
Oh, thank ****ing God.
(IN ASL)
(SCOFFS) I don't understand. Wha--
(IN ASL)
The police?
Working with them?
****.
(LIGHT TENSE MUSIC PLAYS)
That means they're police.
That means they're gonna control every exit point,
the lobby, stairwells, (BREATHES SHAKILY)
search every floor.
(IN ASL)
Where does this connect?
(IN ASL)
(GASPS, IN ASL)
Elevator? No.
They'll have someone down there. They'll see us.
AVA: Just look.
(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
(HEARING AIDS POWER DOWN)
Batteries.
(SIGHS)
(IN ASL)
(MUSIC TENSES UP)
Elevator's going up.
Second.
Third.
Fourth.
Fifth.
(ELEVATOR DINGS) SAL: Sixth.
Sixth. They're on six.
Let's go.
(IN ASL)
(CLICKS BUTTON) My name--
(IN ASL)
Shit, he's on a phone. It's an intercom.
He's calling out.
(SIGHS)
(PHONE LINE RINGING)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Thank you for calling.
(VOICE CONTINUES MUFFLED)
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
...hostage situation at the York Building in Roxbury.
AUTOMATED VOICE: All our operators
are busy at the moment,
please, hold... I can't hear anything, so just listen.
Please contact Detective Doug Slater,
Department C6, and tell him to send units
to the York Building in Roxbury, sixth floor.
AUTOMATED VOICE: ...are busy at the moment.
Thank you for call--
OPERATOR: Bedford Security, how can we help you? Hello?
Anyone there?
Stop!
Drop your weapon!
Get the **** down!
****.
You okay?
Elevator, they're going up.
He's going up to seven.
Oh, ****, he's got a weapon.
He's got a gun.
No, the mag is spent.
That is my gun!
Mother****er, he took out the ****ing camera.
Okay, I got him on ten.
(GASPS)
What the **** are you doing?
(IN ASL)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
Nine! They're getting off at nine!
Everyone go to nine!
(ELEVATOR DINGS) (FRANK PANTS)
(PANTS)
I'm on nine.
(IN ASL)
(GRUNTS)
What the ****? I said no gunfire.
FARRELL: There's no one here.
Yeah, but we don't know that yet.
We're going to check every goddamn apartment
on this floor. Now, go, go.
(SIGHS)
(RADIO STATIC) Checking nine, checking nine.
JAKE: BPD. Anyone home? Open up.
(IN ASL)
Oh, shit. Don't ****ing move.
Don't ****ing move.
Don't ****ing move. I'll blow your ****ing brains out.
All right.
(IN ASL)
Just look everywhere.
Don't ****ing move.
MEDIC: (MUFFLED) Put the gun down.
Put your ****ing gun down!
Put it down.
MEDIC: (AUDIBLY) Gun down!
His gun is empty.
Get on the floor or she's dead. (ANGEL LAUGHING)
ANGEL: Wait. All right.
ANGEL: His gun is empty.
It's empty.
Kick it away. (ANGEL CHUCKLES)
You dumb, deaf **** with an empty gun.
Shoot his ****ing ***!
(MUSIC CONCLUDES) (AVA PANTS)
Not part of the job.
What? What do you mean?
Where are you going? Mother****er.
Hey! Hey!
They're here right now! Both of them are here right now!
They're here now!
Right now! Right-- (AVA SCREAMS)
(PANTS)
MASON: Angel, come in. What'd you say?
(BREATHES HEAVILY) (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Angel, repeat.
Angel, can't hear you.
(CELLPHONE CHIMES)
(IN ASL)
MASON: Angel!
Get his eyes.
MASON: I'm coming to you!
(CELLPHONE BEEPS) Got it.
(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(ANGEL GROANS)
MASON: What the ****?
(GROANS) MASON: Hey, where the hell are they?
Where are they? What?
MASON: What happened? Where are they?
ANGEL: I don't know.
MASON: You don't know? (GROANS)
****. They were here and then they, uh...
I guess they're gone.
Jesus Christ.
(SIGHS) Shit.
(SIGHS)
Why'd they leave my gun?
Why is my gun here?
Hey, hey! What were they doing in here?
Why did they leave my gun?
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
MASON: Hey, Angel,
what the **** were they doing in here, huh?
I don't... I don't know.
(MASON SIGHS)
Oh! My phone.
****, man! And I just bought that, too.
Here, take this ****ing gun. ANGEL: All right.
(MASON SIGHS)
(MOUTHED) I'm gonna call your cell.
(IN ASL)
(LINE DIALING)
(CELLPHONE BUZZES) (SIGHS)
ANGEL: No, no. Wait. He can't hear anything.
The medic was talking to him, but he didn't hear a thing.
MASON: The man wears hearing aids, Angel.
He's gonna call 911 and dispatch is gonna lead us right to him.
MASON: Well, maybe he's smarter than that.
You know what?
Yes, this is Lynch. Narcotics.
Yeah, I need you to run a trace on a cell. Yes, now.
Now!
(BUBBLE WRAP POPS) (MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE)
(GROANS) Shh! Shh!
Did you hear that?
All I hear is that music, man.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(IN ASL)
Just go that way. Go, go.
Really? Go, go.
****. All right.
(IN ASL)
Just...
(CAR HORN HONKS) SIMMS: **** off, will you?
(CAR HORN HONKING)
You want me to get the **** out of the way? Why don't you--
(CAR HORN BLARING) SIMMS: Get the **** out of the truck, ***hole.
Come on, get out the truck. Get this bullshit out of here.
Simms, stop playing goddamn traffic cop
and do your goddamn job.
Where in the **** are these people?
Does anyone have anything at all?
JAKE: One through three are clear.
Heading up to four. Good.
And can someone please find the ***hole
who keeps blasting that music
and clear him the **** out of here?
(TENSE MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(IN ASL)
Okay.
(IN ASL)
(CELLPHONE BUZZING)
Frank, what the hell? (TENSE MUSIC RESUMES)
What the hell is going on? Doug, wait, listen.
I... I can't hear shit. My hearing aids are toast.
Wait.
Listen, Doug, I'm with Ava Fremont,
the witness, in her building.
Look, she's in danger. And I am too.
I can't hear a ****ing thing, so I need you to put your face
close to the screen when you're talking,
Ava's gonna try to... to read your lips
and tell me what you're saying.
Okay.
(HARD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)
RESIDENT: What the ****, man?
ANGEL: This shit's falling apart, man.
What if someone reports gunshots?
What if they send units? No, no, no.
Farrell and Potter, they'll pull rank,
let everybody know that we have it all under control,
which we do, okay?
The overdose story don't work no more.
MASON: Angel, we're gonna be the ones
that do the investigation.
Whatever we say is the story is the story.
Yeah, well, what if we just threaten them instead, huh?
What if, uh, you know, we tell them,
if they talk, we'll come after them and their family?
You really think that this guy is intimidated by us? Hmm?
I don't know. MASON: If someone here talks,
we are done.
And someone will break, you better believe that.
Someone will cut a deal.
You really think that Simms is gonna keep his mouth shut,
if it means covering his own ***?
What about Potter? Hmm?
You really wanna bet your future on some patrol cop?
No.
All right, then, look, brother, listen to me, listen to me.
Yeah.
We all got our reasons for being here, right?
Sal, he's got that... that house on the Cape, right?
Yeah. You got those Ducatis.
(CHUCKLES)
And me, I got Gemma.
All those medical bills, uh, her therapy...
So, you really think, for one second,
that I would give up on my daughter
because of this... this ****ing hiccup? Do you?
No. No, I don't.
All right.
Then let's go get this prick.
(IN ASL)
Names? No, I didn't get their ****ing names.
They were shooting at us. Gotta be some undercover unit
from a different district.
Frank, you got your piece?
(IN ASL)
No. And they're all armed. Six of them, two unis.
Dougie, bring backup.
Hold on.
I'm coming to you right ****ing now.
(CHUCKLES)
(IN ASL)
(CELLPHONE BEEPS OFF)
(IN ASL)
I'm trying.
(IN ASL)
(CELLPHONE CHIMES)
MASON: We got a ping.
Holy shit.
Farrell, Potter, get your ***es up to ten.
Grab your coat. Let's roll. Yeah.
MASON: We got him now.
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
(IN ASL)
Money. It's always money.
They take a cut of every deal that goes down on their turf.
He probably got greedy.
It sends a message that they're in charge.
They justify it by saying that they're underpaid,
that it's a necessary perk of the job.
They say that they're actually keeping the crime levels down.
MASON: Hey, hey.
FRANK: They're just brothers in blue,
keeping the streets safe.
Let's make it look amateur.
These guys, they aren't cops.
They're just gangsters with badges.
(GASPS) Door.
(FARRELL GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS) (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(MASON BREATHING HEAVILY)
Clear!
Goddamn it!
****!
All right, move, goddamn it! Move out the ****ing way!
They're going for the stairs!
Yeah, I need another ping.
(IN ASL)
****.
(IN ASL)
MASON : Sal, got a ping in the north stairwell.
They're coming down. Get in there.
Sal, you got 'em?
Sal! You got 'em?
Hey, sweet. It still works.
****ing phone! Hey, ****!
MASON: They dropped it from up there,
so they're still in the goddamn building!
(SIGHS) All right, look.
Angel and me, we're gonna start from the top and come down.
You two, you start down here and go all the way up,
kicking every goddamn door until you find 'em.
You got it?
The **** you still standing here for?
Go! Move! Move!
(IN ASL)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(IN ASL)
I... I can't do what I used to.
I... I can't be a cop anymore.
(IN ASL)
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYS)
(SOBBING)
(CHUCKLES)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
FRANK: It's Doug. (AVA GASPS)
What? He's alone?
He didn't bring backup.
He's walking into a ****ing ambush.
We... we need to get down there.
(IN ASL)
(GROANS)
Okay.
Grab there. Grab there. Grab there. Climb down.
(IN ASL)
Or we can jump.
(IN ASL)
(BREATHING HEAVILY) (SIGHS)
FARRELL: (MUFFLED) Hands up, mother****er.
(SIGHS)
I got both of them. The elevator on the sixth floor.
MASON: Keep 'em right there. I'm coming to you now.
FARRELL: Put your hands up now.
(IN ASL)
FARRELL: Hands up! Now!
Jump.
Hey, I said step back and put-- (GROANS)
(SCREAMS, PANTS)
(FRANK GROANS)
(BOTH GRUNT)
(GRUNTS) (FARRELL SCREAMS)
(PANTS)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
(PANTS) (FARRELL GROANS)
(GROANS)
(MUSIC TENSES UP)
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
(GROANS) (GROANS)
(BOTH GROANING)
(GROANS)
What the **** was that?
(STRAINING, GRUNTING)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
All right, go ahead, hit six.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(DOOR OPENING) (GASPS)
Where the **** are they?
Well, not here, **** stick.
The stairwell's clear. (SIGHS)
Farrell, where the **** are you? (WALKIE-TALKIE ECHOING VOICE)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
Farrell? (WALKIE-TALKIE ECHOING VOICE)
(GROANS, LABORIOUSLY) They're in the shaft,
going down to the ****ing lobby.
(IN ASL)
(GROANS, PANTS)
SAL: Gun, put it down, slow, slow, slow.
Your gun, slow.
DOUG: I'm doing it now. I'm doing it slow.
(MUSIC TENSES UP) (INDISTINCT MUFFLED SPEECH)
SAL: Where the **** is your partner? DOUG: I'm unarmed. I got no--
FRANK: ! Drop the gun!
SAL: Drop the ****in' gun, ***hole. I will ****ing--
(INDISTINCT, MUFFLED SPEECH)
Drop the ****in' gun! FRANK: ****. All right.
DOUG: Frank, do it.
Kick it over.
Don't ****ing move.
I'm so sorry, Frank.
You weren't supposed to come back.
Why the **** did you come back?
You had to go cowboy, didn't you?
Well, this is on you, Frank. All of this is on you!
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
MASON: Grab her. Get her!
Don't! No! Please! (SCREAMS)
Show me her arm. Let me see her arm.
Mother****er. (AVA BREATHING ERRATICALLY)
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC DROWNS AUDIO)
MASON: All right, you two, you get out of here, all right?
The less of us here, the better. Go, go, go. (SIGHS)
Let's finish this shit.
Don't look at me like that.
I saw an opportunity to help my family...
the boys.
So, I took it.
And I'd do it again--
Why are you talking to him? He can't hear you.
He knows what I'm saying.
Go ahead, put her in the bedroom.
This way. (GROANS)
Sit. Sit! (GRUNTS)
MASON: Hey, Angel.
Here.
You know what to do with this. Spread this around.
Make it look real. ANGEL: I know what to do.
MASON: All right. (SIGHS)
Two dead bodies?
How are you going to explain that?
DOUG: It doesn't have to be two.
This...
is for your silence.
(MUFFLED) You understand? Silence.
Think of it as compensation for your injury.
You deserve this. MASON: Yeah, the **** he does.
Listen, I'm done with this ***hole.
Hey, hey. Read my lips, okay?
It's either this or it's this.
You do understand that, right?
DOUG: Come on, Frank, do it for Sam.
If anyone, do it for Sam, give her a better life.
You know that's all that matters.
You know what? You got five seconds.
(MUFFLED) Five, four, three, two...
(CLEARLY) ...one! All right, I'm in. I'm in.
(SIGHS)
Oh, yeah? FRANK: But...
I want 50K up front.
Fifty?
What the **** is he talking about, 50?
You must be out of your ****ing mind!
Hey, hey, come on, come on, come on.
Hey, let me tell you something, if you think
I'm giving this piece of shit my cut, you're out of your--
(MUFFLED VOICES)
(MUFFLED) Go ahead, deal with him.
Okay. Okay.
(CLEARLY) Okay. But you got some balls, Frank.
Let's go. ANGEL: Let's get the **** out of here.
MASON: Yeah.
You did the right thing. You did what you could for her.
One less junkie makes the world a better place.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(MUSIC TENSES UP)
(HEARTBEAT PULSATING)
(HEARTBEAT SPEEDS UP)
(HEARTBEAT SLOWS DOWN)
DOUG: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey! Hey! Shit!
MASON: ****! This ****ing guy.
(MUSIC FADES)
FRANK: Hey! Hey.
(SIGHS) (ELEVATOR DINGS)
You said he wasn't going to be a problem!
That he was going to help us find out what this ***** knew.
Yeah, well, just... just let me deal with him, okay?
No! Get your *** to the lobby
and make sure no one else comes in the building.
Now, get the **** out of here!
What do you want to do, Mase? What do you want to do?
(RADIO STATIC)
Hey, Sal, he got away. SAL: What?
Yeah, I want you to get to that fire escape now!
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) (FRANK PANTS)
Shit.
Hey. Hey!
Come on.
Hey. Hey.
(COUGHS, PANTS)
It's okay.
MASON: All right, everyone, listen up.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) He is going to go back to her.
So, Simms, you get to the fire escape at 11,
in case they try to climb to the roof or something.
Angel, you get to ten, wait outside her door.
No more ****ing second chances for this guy.
(IN ASL)
Ten minutes?
(PANTS)
MASON: Sal, you there? I'm in position.
Just going to point it right at that window.
AVA: Okay. Gonna point it there.
Okay?
MASON: (OVER WALKIE-TALKIE) Simms, what's your 20?
I'm on the 11th floor.
MASON: Slater? Yeah, I'm here too...
***hole.
MASON: Angel? I'm in position.
MASON: That means they have nowhere to go.
(GROANS)
Nobody move! I'm gonna finish this myself.
(KICKS FOOT, IN ASL)
(CHUCKLES)
Hey. Matches.
(GASPS) Oh, shit!
(AVA SCREAMS)
(MUFFLED GUNSHOTS)
(SHRIEKS)
(PANTS, CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Okay. (CHUCKLES)
Hey, man, the ***** is still alive, man!
Angel, push in! ANGEL: Really?
MASON: I need a distraction. Push in!
ANGEL: The door's not opening.
MASON: Then ****ing shoot through it!
****!
He just set the place on fire.
ANGEL: Mase! Mase!
Hey, man, you got a plan here or what?
MASON: Just stay put. They're trapped. ****.
The smoke is gonna push 'em right to me.
Shit.
Hey, man, what's going on? ****in' audience here.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Oh, ****.
Shit. What are we doing here, Mase?
(SIRENS BLARING)
**** this. I'm out of here.
Mason, the **** are you-- **** it.
(HORN BLARING)
Mase, get the **** out of there, man.
(MASON GROANS, COUGHS)
SAL: Enjoy the show, folks.
(MASON COUGHS)
Mase, what do you want to do, man, huh?
Mase!
Ah, **** it.
(SCREAMS)
What the ****?
(PANTS)
FRANK: Hey, mother****er!
(GROANS, SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
You okay? Okay, come on.
(SIRENS BLARING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What the **** is going on?
This is a shit show. We're out of here.
It's fallen the **** apart.
Hey! Hey!
Hey. Just let him go. Let's get out of here.
(GUNSHOT)
(AVA PANTS)
DOUG: Frank!
(GASPS) (GUNSHOT)
DOUG: Holy Christ! What the **** are you doing?
Hey! I can't ****ing see!
Now, where'd they go?
DOUG: They're down there, last door!
(TICKING IN THE DISTANCE)
(MUFFLED TICKING)
(INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYS)
(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(IN ASL)
(GUNSHOTS)
(GRUNTS, PANTS) (PANTS)
(GROANS) All right, all right, finish him.
**** you. Why me?
Hey, you got him into this, so you ****ing finish him!
(GROANS) (MASON PANTS)
(UNEASY MUSIC PLAYS)
Oh, ****.
(GROANS)
Frank?
(DEATH METAL MUSIC BLARING OVER SPEAKERS)
(DOUG GROANS)
Oh, you stupid ****.
(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)
(MUSIC STOPS) (PANTS)
(CYMBAL CLATTERS)
Ava! Ava!
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(DOOR BANGS)
(GASPS, GROANS)
(PANTS, GROANS) (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROANS)
Help! Help!
She's OD'ing!
PARAMEDIC: Watch her head! Watch her head!
Pupils are pinpoint. Start bagging her right now.
(SOMBER MUSIC CONTINUES)
Clear!
(MUSIC CONCLUDES) (SILENCE)
(SOFT COUNTRY SONG PLAYING) ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
SAM: ♪ Ooh ♪
♪ I feel it all, I feel it all ♪
♪ I know more Than I knew before ♪
♪ Ooh, I'll be the one ♪
♪ Who'll break my heart ♪
♪ I'll be the one To hold the gun ♪
(SONG CONTINUES MUFFLED)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GENTLE MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(TENSE, SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)