All language subtitles for E089CDD9D2248A40E7C1DBE28D974BF5_eng (ASSAULT ON PRECINCT 13) ( IND AND ARAB)

Listen to me. What are
we talking about, really?

Getting high? No. We're
talking about a journey, man.

A subconscious safari.

A mental expedition,
okay? A mind trek.

This planet has been raped,
pillaged and fucked, all right?

And the mind is the
only uncharted territory

and this shit is the ship.

It's the Niña, the Pinta and the Santa
Maria, and you are fucking Magellan.

Oh, fuck! I spilled some!

So, what do you say, my
Serbian motherfucking friend?

Do you wanna take a trip or
do you wanna sit on your ass?

Yeah, okay, Napoleon,
let's see what you got.

Robi.

That dog is really creeping me
out, man. It's a big fucking dog.

It makes my girl very
uneasy. I don't really like dogs.

The pooch was not invited.

You don't talk about my
fucking dog, okay? I handle it.

Can you tie it up or something?

He do what I say.

Once I show him who's boss,
with a few treats and some smacks.

Good boy. Here's treat.

He knows who's boss, yes?

Shit, man! Hey,
hey, I got a dog, too.

Yo, Tony! I love this guy.
He works his ass off for piss.

All right, once I
show him who's boss

with some few smacks
and some treatsies.

You got that? You got a smoke?

No, no, I'm fucking
out. I told you.

Are you giving me some static?

No.

You giving me the hairy
eyeball? You Irish fucking pig!

Fuck! Huh? See?

I got my dog, too.

Here you go, dog.

Are you guys in? Are you in?

Fuck you!

What's your fucking
lackey saying?

He say that he knows your dog.

My dog?

He say that your dog testify at
his brother's trial three years ago.

Oh, shit.

He also say that your dog
is not even a fucking dog.

He's a dirty, fucking pig!

And I believe him.

Oh, God!

Fuck! Call for backup!
Call for backup!

Unit 17 requesting backup.

You okay?

Fourth floor, one suspect.

Yeah, I'm all right. Come on!

Good dog. Good dog. Shit! Shit!

All right, Coral, you take
that back stairwell there.

Got it. Tony, come on.

Come on. Oh, shit. Okay.

You take this
hallway on the right.

All right.

I'll take the left. Got you.

Can't believe that
cocksucker shot me.

Let's go.

Shit!

Tony! Tony?

Oh, shit.

Officer down! I
repeat, officer down!

Suspect on north
stairway! I'm going after him!

And where the fuck is my backup?

Freeze!

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Help me!

I'm a police officer! Help
me! Call an ambulance!

Shit. Shit. Call an ambulance!

Shit!

Hello?

Yeah. Shit, yeah.

No, no, no. I'm up. I'm up.
I'll be right there. All right. Bye.

Hi. Good morning, buddy.

Come here, shithead. Come here.

Good morning.

It's cold, people.

Detroit's gonna have a
white New Year's this year

because we're getting
hit with yet another storm.

No shit.

Sports coming up.

This kind of sex is
evolutionary instinct, gentlemen.

Example, Tiger Stadium. Bleachers
empty, except me and a friend.

We always get it on
whenever and wherever we can.

No one saw us except
for the left fielder.

Let's just say he
enjoyed the show,

and, well, I didn't
mind the audience.

Impulsive sex is in our genes,
boys. Don't deny yourselves.

I gotta go jump in the
snow to cool my shit off.

Have a good New Year, I.

You, too, babe.

That animal is your type,
Iris. Probably an ex-con.

You two should hook up. Shit.

Fuck off, Carlyle.

We were just talking about
acting on impulses with no guilt.

Don't get angry, I. You only bed
criminals. Everyone knows that.

Which is unfortunate for me,
because I am in love with you.

I don't bed criminals. I fuck
bad boys. Big difference.

I just hope I don't
have to become

a fucking ax murderer
to prove I'm worthy.

What the hell is
this? Fun and games?

Buzz kill.

Does anybody work
around here anymore?

Hey, Sarge, you're
late. Happy New Year.

Hey, you're pissing me off.

Get out of here before I
give you something to do.

I think you boys don't wanna
get stuck with us here tonight.

Bye, boys.

I'll see you guys
at the new precinct.

Happy New Year, Iris.

Later, Iris.

Stuck? That's not
very nice, boss.

You're right. I apologize.
You're lovely and amazing,

and it's my honor to spend
New Year's Eve with you.

You're a sarcastic
prick, aren't you?

We are going to have a
good time tonight, boss.

We officially shut
down at midnight,

but all calls are
being diverted,

so we might as
well be closed now.

We could start getting
fucked up real early!

All right, not too
early, all right?

We still gotta
pack this shit up.

Not much. All the computers
are gone, most of the gear.

Now, come on, Sarge.
It's my favorite holiday.

I even put on my very
special, sexy holiday boots.

Even though we're
here, I wanna do it right.

How could you
possibly do it wrong?

Never take for granted
the greatest power of all.

The power to choose.

Consider the choices
you have made in the past.

And when they led you astray.
Faith, in times of opposition

will lead to your salvation,
for often the easy way

will lead only to temptation.

Think of consequences

and cherish your power to
choose the righteous path.

You figure I'd be more liable to
tell the truth with God watching.

If you believe in
God, Mr. Portnow.

You don't? Never met a
brother who didn't have faith.

I've stood in front
of dozens of men

who were all staring
death in the face.

Every single one of them
begged for God's help.

After seeing all those
pleas go unanswered,

I lost my faith.

...and know that
promise lies ahead.

If we believe His word.

So, what's the what?

My answer is this.

And in the day of rebellion,
I tell them, "Go forth."

No.

Hold your head high...

I guess we're done here.

This day is the first day...

What'd you think, I was
gonna let you walk out of here

with the crowd for protection?

Get the fuck up.
Walk in front of me.

Police!

Hold it right there!

Freeze, Bishop!
Drop your weapon!

Drop it now, motherfucker!

We're here at the
new Precinct 21,

where one of the city's most
powerful crime figures, Marion Bishop

is being held in
the alleged murder

of an undercover police officer.

Bishop, notorious for his
brutal execution methods,

earns untold millions from
his various criminal operations

in the Detroit area.

Bishop's crew.

Yeah?

Come on.

Now is not the time.

I'm Lieutenant Holloway.

Marcus Duvall, Organized
Crime and Racketeering Squad.

This is my team.

I know who you are.
Sorry about your man.

Where is this son of a bitch?

I don't spend one night,
not one night inside

and we both know why.

You do whatever you have
to do to get me out of here.

Do you understand?

That guy's a cop killer.

Judge hands down bail,

I swear to Christ, I'll...

No arraignment
'cause of the holiday.

Bishop spends two days inside
until he has a chance to make bail.

Don't worry, Cap. We got him.

We ain't gonna
fucking let him go.

Happy New Year!

Come on, man, there's
only three of us here.

Yeah, well, one of us is Irish.
My God, look at this thing.

That's gotta be older than me.

You'll never take
me alive, G-man!

Look at this room.

Boy, there's got to
be evidence in here

from some of my first
busts back in the day.

They got rid of all
the Civil War stuff.

Oh! Hey, that's so funny.

Don't quit the
day job, all right?

Sarge? Yeah?

Your Friday appointment's here.

Are you kidding me?

Any feelings of anxiety lately?

Yeah. Two words. The Lions.

They give me a lot of anxiety.

Please stop avoiding
my questions, Sergeant.

Are you still taking
the painkillers?

Come on, Doc.

I mean, even you have
got to be getting a little bored

of these conversations.

Why don't we talk
about the real reason

that you would come down
here on New Year's Eve,

in the middle of this storm?

Okay. Let's see. We
had an appointment.

I think the real reason
is you're in love with me.

Huh? I can see it in your eyes.

Interesting.

That's why you come
wearing these fancy clothes.

It's very flattering,

but I think you should
stop denying it, you know?

I hear... No, I hear
you. You're right.

You're right. You're right!

My face obviously betrays me.

I didn't get
dressed up like this

because I'm going to a New
Year's Eve party later tonight. Oh, no.

No, Sergeant.
This was all for you.

A form of seduction.
Is it working?

Wonderfully.

I'm glad.

Okay, well,

we'll have to finish this
conversation another time.

What is this thing you got?

Hey, hey, hey that's mine.

All right, relax. I don't
care about the file.

So, you got a desk
job at Precinct 21, I see.

Oh, Jesus H. Christ.
You don't quit, do you?

How do you feel about it?

How do I feel about
it? It's no big change.

So, I guess the new year's not
bringing anything different for you.

How's your leg, by the way?

I noticed you weren't
limping anymore.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's just an observation.

Five years of undercover
work and now this. Wow!

Goodbye.

You must be itching to
get back on the streets.

Goodbye.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year to you. I'll
see you at the new precinct.

God, you know, I cannot wait.

I'd walk you out, you know,
but I just have so much...

I know the way, thank you.

So much to do.

Jake, you should see this.

And now, Lieutenant
Marcus Duvall,

that's Officer Ray Portnow's
superior, is coming out of...

Hey, that's Duvall.
Good cop. Good man.

...notorious crime kingpin
Marion Bishop in custody.

That man is in hell right now.

...responsible for the slaying,

the fifth in Motor
City this year alone.

Hey, you okay, Jake?

We'll have more details on this
story as they become available.

Everybody in the bus. You
know what a bus looks like.

New Year's Eve in a house with a
thousand doors. How about that?

Huh? You'll be sitting
in that cell of yours.

You're gonna want some champagne
and you're not gonna get any.

No. No, no, Dick Clark's
Happy Rocking New Year's Eve.

Losers.

I ain't no loser,
baby, all right?

I'm just trying to exist 'cause my
people lack the power to consume

what the media
emphasizes in society,

so I'm forced to take
shit that ain't mine.

Simply how it is. What?
Beck, your eyes are red.

How come, you been
snorting, you been drinking?

I don't know, your
eyes are glazed.

What, you been eating
donuts? Is that what it is?

That's funny.
Pretty original, too.

Is it funny, motherfucker?

Where'd you read that? In a comic
book? Get in the fucking back...

Round them up.

Well, we won't
need that anymore.

All right, boys and girls. We
must raise our glasses in a toast.

A toast to this old shithole
before they tear it down.

I got a terrible feeling
I'm gonna miss this place.

Of course, not as much
as I'm gonna miss you two.

What are you talking about?

I have news, boys and girls.

Old school here is retiring.

You're kidding.

I'm packing it in.
Just like this place.

Congratulations, Jasper.

But why didn't you tell us?

I just got the word officially.

Anyway, here's
to this old shithole.

Here's to me and
here's to my new life.

Cheers.

Cheers!

And now, little lady,
may I have this dance

to celebrate my retirement, huh?

Come on. Oh.

Don't go away, maybe
you'll learn something.

One more. There you go.

We never should've
left in this shit.

Shit. What do you mean?

Their captain didn't want
these scumbags in there.

Wanted to give his men
more time off for the holiday.

You're Marion
Bishop. Marion Bishop.

Chief, head cheddar
and whatnot, baby.

You know, I heard
about you getting shot

five times, man.
Five fucking times.

What was it, your left
shoulder, your stomach,

upper back, lower back,
right hip? Ain't that a bitch?

You didn't wanna
die though, right,

'cause you're a
persistent motherfucker?

You're like the black Rasputin
and whatnot. I'm serious, man.

Let me introduce
myself. My name is Beck.

I'm an entrepreneurial
motherfucker like yourself,

slash lawyer, slash...

Got any openings, man?
Throw me a bone or something?

Hey, what the
fuck's going on, man?

Pump the brakes, God
damn it! Don't slam them!

Shut the fuck up!

Hey, Ray Charles, slow
this motherfucker down, man!

Officer Balls and Officer Cock.

Eye contact, man. Eye contact.
Let me tell you something.

The Constitution requires
that the state provide secure...

Sit down...incarceration.

I'm just saying that I'm
feeling pretty fucking unsafe.

Shut the fuck up.

Transport 1121,
this is Dispatch.

Transport 1121, Dispatch. Go.

We're gonna have to reroute you
to Precinct 13 until the storm breaks.

No problem. What's
going on, Dispatch?

There was an injury
accident on the Parkway 101.

We're getting
everyone off the road.

You'll stay at 13
until further orders.

They've already been advised.

Copy.

13, what a piece of shit.

I don't care.

Just glad to get out of this.

Well, how about this for
a New Year's present?

That scumbag, Bishop,
is hand-delivered to us!

I'm gonna get some
righteous payback

from that skel for Ray Portnow.

What are you doing here?

What? I've heard so
much about this Bishop guy

over the years. I wanna see him.

I thought you gave up
bad boys. Get back inside.

It's not the New
Year yet, Sarge.

You must be Roenick.

No offense, officer, but I'm
pretty fucking perturbed about this.

We're closing down.
We're short-staffed.

Central said we park here
overnight until the road's clear.

You got a problem
with that, call it in.

Yeah, I already tried. All
right, I'll give it another shot.

Jake, come on.
Jake, you're not gonna

send these guys back
out in that weather.

Now, look. We'll lock them up
and we'll let them be. No problem.

All right, fine, fine, but
they're your responsibility.

I don't wanna hear jack
shit about them or from them.

Let's go. Inside.

Bring them in. Come
on, bring them in!

Interesting cast.

Yeah, we got a
female gangbanger,

who swears she never
committed a crime in her life.

This guy here specializes
in counterfeit merchandise.

Need a fake Rolex,
he's your man.

Some junkie who robbed a deli.

Allegedly.

Allegedly. He's still
riding on a high right now.

And the star of the show. He
needs no intro. You know his credits.

Sarge,

when it rains, it snows.
Got another freaking guest.

How's your car?

Won't move.

Must've walked two
miles in this damn weather.

I'm soaking. Look at me.

Well, thank God you're not hurt.

So, how did you enjoy your file?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
you dropped this...

Oh, really? I dropped
it? That's strange,

because I was
sure that you took it.

Definitely dropped it.

That's disappointing.

If you had stolen it, it
would've been the first time

you were taking a proactive
interest in your therapy.

And you know it's
a bunch of bullshit.

So, you read it?

Yeah, I fucking read it.

Did you steal it?

You know I stole it,
all right, you know.

And stop being so goddamn
happy about it, Dr. Sabian.

It makes me sick.

"I think he's hiding behind
his injury. He's not really hurt.

"Jake Roenick no longer
considers himself a cop."

What kind of
bullshit is that, huh?

You think I'm scared? That's what
it is, right? You think I'm scared.

If you've read further on, you
would see that's not what I think.

All right, well, then
tell me what it is

that you think,
Dr. Mrs. Mindfuck?

What is it that you
think I'm hiding from?

I'm not gonna
explain myself to you

if you're gonna act
like a child, excuse me.

Run away.

We both know you can't handle
this shit 'cause you want to fuck me.

Sergeant, if I wanted to fuck
you, it would've happened already.

Gotta learn to
control yourself, Doc.

It's affecting your work, you
know? It's very unprofessional.

Don't try to discredit me because
you're afraid I may be right.

Right? Yes.

About what? Come on.

Tell me what it is you
think I'm hiding from,

and then I'll tell you
whether I think you're right.

Okay!

I believe that the prospect of
responsibility has rendered you impotent.

Impotent? Yes.

And that's why you're working
at this old precinct behind a desk.

Look, I'm injured, all
right? That's why I'm here.

Bullshit! You feel responsible for the
death of your team eight months ago

and that's why you're here!

I didn't do anything wrong.

A board of inquiry cleared me.

That's right. You didn't
do anything wrong.

But it was your decision that
sent them down the left hallway

and not the right, out the
front door and not the back!

And you don't want to make
decisions like that again.

Yeah, so? Yeah,
maybe you're right.

What, you want a medal?

So, now you're hiding
behind that desk,

and behind that
liquor in your drawer,

and those pills in that
stupid little matchbox.

But there's still one life
you're responsible for,

no matter where
you go, you know?

Oh, let me guess. My own?

Yeah, your own.

And if you don't start
taking care of yourself,

you're never gonna be
the cop you used to be.

Bishop.

Bish.

Bish, Bish, Bish, Bish, Bish!

All right.

Yo. Bish, Bish. Bish, just
check it out. Check it out, man.

Puerto Rican guy and a black
guy in a car. Who's driving?

The cops.

You're killing me, man. You're
killing me. That was... That was...

We had something.
Did you feel that?

Okay.

This jail shit ain't for Smiley.

This is definitely out
of Smiley's essence.

Who the fuck is Smiley?

I'm Smiley. Me, I'm Smiley.

Look, I'm facing a
lot of jail time here.

I didn't do shit to
be up in this bitch.

They looking for my sister
and they picked me up.

I ain't never committed a
crime in my motherfucking life!

Right, right.

What, you still waiting
for that tow truck?

It's not gonna come.

Oh, shit. It's
almost time, people.

Bish, how you get
in the life, man?

For me it was... I
wanted this bicycle.

I was always
praying for it, right?

And God, in all his wisdom,
decided not to give it to me,

so I stole it and then I asked
him to forgive me after that,

but that was the beginning, man.

I could never
stop after that shit.

That was... lt was over for me.

All right.

Okay. Okay. 20,

19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14,

13, 12, 11,

10, 9, 8, 7...

Listen to them trying
to demoralize us.

...6, 5, 4,

3, 2, 1!

Happy New Year!

You gonna do it?

I'm doing it.

Look at him. All jacked up and
shit, sweating out his fucking ass.

Looking like fucking Mike
Tyson in a spelling bee.

What, you two slandering
me? You slandering me?

I'll give you some
free advice. Don't.

Yo, why don't you leave
her alone, you fucking junkie?

Leave her the fuck alone.

Who's talking to you, man?

Yeah, but I'm talking to
you. So, what's the problem?

What was that? You heard me.

Who the fuck are
you pushing, man?

I'll smack the smack out of you!

All right, man.

Happy New Year.

...motherfucker up.

That's it, you freaking
little bitch-ass punk!

I'll fuck you up!

Hey!

Hey, you fucking animals!

What the hell?

Who the hell you pushing on?

What the fuck?

Get off. Oh, shit! What's that?

Shit!

Won't you fucking monkeys
keep it down for Christ's sake.

Hey, stop yelling, you fucking
animals! It's only New Year's...

Who the fuck are you?

What's going on down there?

Hey, Rosy!

I'm all right.

Are you all right? Stay
with him. Stay with him.

Get us out of here!

Get us out of here, man!

Iris, get in here! Get in here!

What the fuck is going on?

Son of a bitch!

Just keep breathing!
What the hell is going on?

Shit.

Oh, man!

Come on.

Come on. Come on.
Hang on. God damn it!

Look at that.

Rosy, yeah, that's right.

Talk to me, God
damn it! Talk to me!

Keep breathing,
God damn it! Rosy!

Iris!

Iris.

How is he? Is he all right?

"Is he all right?" He's
dead for Christ's sake!

That's how all right he is!
God damn it! Fucking Bishop!

It was his guys. They're
trying to bust him out of here!

You son of a bitch!

Get us out of here, man. Come
on. Come on, get us out of here!

All right, relax!
All right, relax!

The threat is over!

Look, get us out of here!

Calm down! The threat is over.

You fucking kidding
me, Sergeant?

Oh, I know. I know.
Take it easy, come on.

How's he doing, Iris?

I'm sorry about your partner.
We just moved him to an office.

Oh, shit.

He needs a doctor fast.

Why wasn't there an
alarm on your back door?

That alarm hasn't worked in
months. They're still out there.

Some kind of a truck out there
in the forest. It's not moving.

Are you kidding me? They must
have assumed we'd call for backup.

I'm having a little problem
here. The phones aren't working.

Sure, they cut the wires.

The storm could've
taken the phones out.

Bullshit. Those are Bishop's
guys out there. They cut the wires.

Just try the radios!

Forget it. Frequencies
are blocked.

The frequencies are
blocked? That's not easy to do.

Well, they must've got
professional help then

because all the
frequencies are blocked.

They probably screwed
up your cell phones, too.

I'm not getting a signal.

Neither am I. What
the hell is this?

I told you! They're
Bishop's guys out there!

They're gonna break him
out of here one way or another.

Maybe somebody heard the
gunshots and will come check it out.

Nothing out there but factories.

No, no. I don't buy any of that.

They, whoever
they are, are gone.

And if they did hear the gunshots,
they're gonna think they're fireworks.

They don't give a shit about
me and I'm going. Thank you!

Oh, my God.

What the hell is happening here?

This is a fucking police
precinct for God's sake!

Jesus Christ!

Sarge, if you're all right,
you better take a look at this.

They're surrounding the
place. It's a goddamn siege.

I am not supposed to be
here. Not supposed to be here.

I'm not supposed to be here.

Shit!

Cease fire! Cease fire!
Cease fire! It wasn't gunshots.

Bishop. I told you. Those
are Bishop's troops out there.

They're taking him out of
here tonight, no matter what!

This doesn't make any
sense. This is a police precinct!

Shut the fuck up, Doc.
You said that already.

All right, look.
Everybody just listen up.

Maybe they're trying to
give us a way out of this.

Let's just give them
what they want.

Let them have
Bishop and it's all over.

Nobody else gets hurt!

Not a bad fucking idea.

No, we can't let that
scumbag gangster, a cop killer

walk out of our precinct!
It's not an option!

I'm trying to
defuse this situation.

You got a wounded
cop over there!

I already said no!

What in God's name are we
supposed to do then, Sergeant?

They're getting ready
to storm the fort here.

I don't think so, all right?

I think they're just trying to
scare us into giving up Bishop.

They're doing a damn good job.

You see this blackout,
this is the kind of shit

that deflates human smugness

about the government's so-called
miraculous technologies, doesn't it?

Shove it up their lying,
corporate fucking asses.

This ain't no blackout, junkie.

Something suspect is going on.

I wanna know
what the funk it is.

I know it hurts,

but we just got to get you
away from these windows.

All right. All right.

Hell of an attack scenario.

They've blinded us.
They can see 20/20.

Jasper, you got
those flashlights?

I don't know where the fuck they
are! Everything's been packed.

Roenick!

Get down! Get down!

Jasper, get the blinds!

All right. All right.

Yeah, we're perfectly safe now.

These are just scare
tactics, all right?

They don't know how much
firepower we have or don't have.

They're not gonna come
in here again. It's too risky.

What about us getting
out there, Sergeant?

I need help real bad.

I need it.

Let's barricade up
these doors and windows,

and I'll figure out how
to get some help in here.

What are you
doing this for, Jake?

Nobody gives a shit
anymore about anything.

We can end this right now.

I can't let a murderer
walk out of here.

Can't do that.

I'll get us out of this,
Jasper, I will. I promise.

You got almost no
chance out there, buddy.

That cop in there
dies if I don't try.

You keep the place locked
down until I get some help.

All right.

I'd better cover from
the front windows.

I can see the truck
better from there.

Keep your head down.

Schmuck.

Shit!

Oh, shit!

I found this on
our friend out there.

Fuck it. Fact or fiction?

You pulled a guy's spine
out once, didn't you?

You a surgeon?

I heard that bullet
you took in your belly

is still lodged in
there rattling around.

I bet you it's causing you
a lot of intestinal issues.

Right? Right, man?

Bishop, I need to talk to you.

So, I just killed a man.

His name was Danny Barbero.

A cop. A cop who
works for Ray Portnow.

The man you killed.

So, tell me why cops are risking
their lives to get to you, Bishop?

Why should I
answer that question?

Because I'm thinking about
sending you out to the wolves

and saving my
own ass if you don't.

I assume you know
who I am, Sergeant.

You're a scumbag gangster.

And one of my scumbag
partners in crime

is your fellow officer,
Marcus Duvall.

Marcus Duvall
and his entire team.

We used to split things 50-50.

Marcus got greedy.
He wanted more.

So, you killed Ray Portnow?

After he tried to kill me.

Mmm. Right.

They're here to execute me
because if I make it to court,

every single one of them goes
to jail for the rest of their days.

How many cops
are involved in this?

I can't say exactly,
but the blood money

runs through your
entire department.

I bet they're all here now

and they can't allow me
to leave this precinct alive.

They can't allow any
of us to leave here alive.

Now that we all know
it's them out there.

Sarge.

Poor guy, he never had a chance.

Anyone know if
he had any family?

Someone's coming! Shit, someone's
coming! Someone's coming.

All right. Jasper.

Hit squad, Sergeant.

They're here for all of us.

Me?

All of us. You especially.

Fuck you, dealer.
This is all your fault.

Those are your brethren
out there, old man, not mine.

Don't compare me with your
scumbag friends out there.

If it was up to me, I'd
kick your ass out the door.

I'd like to see you come try it.

Yeah, sure. You'd love to kill

another cop today, wouldn't you?

Only you.

They'll be coming on strong now.

Why? Why? Why are
cops coming to kill us?

They need to kill him

before he fingers them in court.

They need to kill us, too,
now that we know it's them.

Oh, my God.

So, here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna take positions
all around the precinct,

and we're gonna hold
them off until dawn.

Iris, Alex, you know
how to use a firearm?

No. No.

Why don't you give me
one of them guns, Sergeant?

I'll help you fend
off the black hats.

Oh, shit. Men are here.

Good.

What a fucking mess this is.

I know.

I'm looking at this as a
matter of simple mathematics.

If we walk and those
eight people survive,

then 33 lives are destroyed.

The lives of my men
and their families.

People I'm responsible for.

People I...

People I love.

I don't see any
other way, Marcus.

The blood trail leads right
back to us. We have no choice.

We go through this,

we are gonna have to live
with this for the rest of our lives.

But you know something, Mike?

I could live with that

more than I could
live with a cellmate.

Once we step outside,

those people are no
longer civilians or cops.

We got to put them all down.

Without pause, without regard.

1,024.

2,048.

4,096.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The complex problems
force me to concentrate,

neutralizing any feelings of
fear I have at a given moment.

I hide behind its structure.

You're gonna be all right, Doc.

No. You don't know
that. You don't know that.

You're so calm.

Thank you so much. Thanks.

You don't have to do this.

Yes, I do. I do.

If I'm gonna die, at least
I should die gracefully.

How are you keeping it together?

I just think about living.

I want to live as opposed
to I don't want to die.

That, and I keep telling myself,

everybody's gonna
make it this time.

We both know what could
happen here, Sergeant.

Safety off.

Right.

All right. Wake up.

Wake up. Wake up.

All right, already.
Come on. Get up.

Come on.

Look,

here's the deal.

Those men that came in
here, they're still outside.

And I have no idea
how many there are,

or what they're prepared to do.

Don't sweat it, man.
There's nothing you can do.

You can't stop Bishop's people.

Go ahead, Sergeant. Tell them.

They're not Bishop's people.

They are police officers.

What? Po-po popping each other?

That's the fuckingest
shit I ever seen.

This shit ain't
Smiley's fight, man.

Let Smiley go, man. Let me go.

Shit, I totally figured it out.

Assassination politics, right?

By your
government-sanctioned thugs

abusing their
authority again, man?

Who's gonna save us from your
corrupt brethren, Sarge? You?

You?

I'm gonna do my best to
protect you. All right? All of you.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
I feel real safe, man.

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

Fuck!

What the fuck is going on now?

Get down!

Fuck.

Fuck.

What happened to
the fucking window?

Cover the front.

All right.

I'll be right back!

The window,
Sergeant! The window!

Look out! Look out! Shoot him.

Shoot him again,
man! Shoot him again.

Shoot him! He's not dead!

Man down. Denied entry.

You gotta get us
out of here, man.

Smiley feels very
fucking unsafe.

It's scary. I'm scared to death.

You can't leave us here like
fucking live bait, man. Come on.

Think about it. We're hostages.

Please, don't leave us here.

I know. They could come
for us. Come on, man.

Come on. You can't
do that. Think about it.

Can't leave us here, man.
Please. Come on, man.

You can't leave us here as fucking
animals to fucking die. Come on.

Smiley's scared shitless,
man. Please. We're nothing.

We're sitting
ducks here. Please.

Come on. Don't
leave us like this, man.

All right, choose a
weapon. Anything you see.

Tell me again why we should help

your little, skinny, white ass?

'Cause if you don't, you'll die.

No resistance.
Advancing to the front door.

We're going in.

Spread out across the precinct.

Stop anything that approaches.

We might make it
through this night.

Christ Almighty.
What are you doing?

You can't trust these people.

What the hell are you doing?

You're supposed to be
covering the front. God damn it!

Come on.

430.

13,760.

25,027.

All right. Just hold the front.

And don't move this time!

Million, three hundred thirty...

thousand, five
hundred and eight.

You fucker!

I can't believe you make me
your defendant, you son of a bitch!

Make me set bail.

You all right?

I feel better. I'm better.

Shit, I got mine,
baby. Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Come on, you
motherfuckers. Come on. Run.

Come on.

Come on. Yeah.
There you go, secretary.

Jesus Christ.

All right. They're pulling back!

You all right?

He saved me. She's fine.

Yo, there is nobody
out there in the front.

Them motherfuckers
running scared.

All right.

I drove them back,
baby. I drove them back.

We're gonna have a red-raw
revolution on our hands, man.

All right. Good job.
Good job. Good job.

Maybe they'll leave
for fucking good now.

They're not going anywhere.

Put that goddamn weapon down.

Old man, you do not wanna
point that weapon at me.

That is not a
bright thing to do.

Put that goddamn
weapon down slowly,

then back away
from it, all of you.

Jake, get their weapons.
Take their weapons.

Ain't this a bitch. We saved your
asses. Now you wanna turn on us?

Yeah, well, thank you for that, sweet
cheeks. Now, put your weapon down.

The problem is outside, not
inside. Put the gun down, Jasper.

No. You know
what the problem is?

That we criminals
got rights, baby.

That's right. We got rights to
be protected against assault

under any
circumstances. That's right.

And if you can't provide
that, well, fuck you, we will.

You're a fucking psycho.

Jesus Christ, Jake. What? Are
you gonna trust these freaks?

Huh? The first chance they
get to blow our brains out,

they'll try to make
a break for it.

They need us as
much as we need them.

We all gotta start
trusting each other,

right now if we're gonna
make it through this night.

Put the gun down, Jasper.

Put the goddamn gun down.

What?

Shit. I fucking
knew it. All right.

All right.

Now, let's all introduce
ourselves to each other.

It's New Year's Eve.
Let's turn over a new leaf.

All right. Well, let's not
all fucking speak at once.

The name's Smiley.
And I'm a Libra, and...

I'll handle these jokers,

you handle your people,
maybe we get out of here tonight.

He armed his prisoners.

It's a smart play.

Must be at least eight
guns in there now.

Just a couple hours
till the sun's up.

If we can't breach,
what do we do?

Get the AV-5 here.

Are you sure about that?

Yep. I'm not taking
any more chances.

It's gonna take a
while in this weather.

Marcus?

What the fuck do we do
if it doesn't arrive in time?

We'll have to think of some
other way of ending this.

You either flirting with
me or clocking my game

'cause you don't trust me.

I don't like your
beady little eyes

all over my goodies,
so turn the fuck away.

You're manipulative, weak knees,

and that sexy copper complexion.

You're definitely
an Aries, baby.

You're pretty good.

Smiley thanks you.

You and me got something
in common, you know that?

'Cause you coming down
off some shit, ain't you?

Don't be ashamed,
man. Don't be ashamed.

What's your poison?

Seconal to bring me down.

Adderall to bring me back up.

You gotta get up to get down.

Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, yeah.

All right. That's enough. I mean,
come on. Let's pay attention.

I want a cigarette so bad.

Stupid New Year's resolutions.

Hey, gangster, you
make any resolutions?

Hmm?

What do you think, secretary?

Oh, my God. I can't
stop thinking about sex.

I mean, I usually think about
sex a lot, but this is crazy.

Well, sex and death
are very closely related.

The Greeks called it Eros
and Thanatos, love and death.

Or sex as a way of
nullifying thoughts of dying.

What's your deal, gangster, huh?

You actually been
shot five times?

Six.

You really pull a
man's spine out?

It was an Adam's apple.

You ever get into
a tussle, secretary,

you grab a man by his throat.

Dig it? And then you squeeze.

I guarantee you he will drop.

He will not get up
for quite some time.

Oh, God. It's really
quiet out there now.

Yeah.

That's what worries me.

We're not gonna
make it till morning.

Marcus Duvall will not allow it.

We've got eight people
covering six entry points.

If we work together,
all right, we will make it.

Look at it this way.
That's me out there.

You think I'd let you
survive until the morning?

We don't have a
lot of options here.

Well, we got to
figure something.

'Cause I'm not gonna stay
here all night, waiting to get killed.

If you use the situation to try
and escape, it's about me and you,

'cause when this is over,
you're going back to jail.

Relax, Sergeant.

Relax.

This ain't about
me and you. Not yet.

Our shit's on pause, huh?

Yeah. Our shit's on pause.

You saved my ass back there.

Why?

Everyone in here is my
responsibility. It's my job.

That's noble. Unfortunately,
I don't share the sentiment.

I see a cop in jeopardy,
he's on his own,

unless it benefits me
to jump in for the save.

Listen. I don't try to
be anything I'm not.

That ain't gonna change.
I don't care what day it is.

You remember that, Sergeant.

Hey. Someone's coming.

Oh, God. It's Capra, Sarge!

You know this guy?

He's a cop. He works here.

They'll execute him.

Capra!

Yeah. Drive. Drive!

Oh, my God. He's gonna make it.

He still has to
get by the sniper.

Come on, Capra!

He's still moving.
They didn't get him yet.

What? Where are you going?

Come on. Come on.

Come on! Come on, Capra!

Come on!

What the fuck is going on?

Who's fucking
shooting at us, Sarge?

Who the fuck are
all these people?

What are you doing here, Capra?

What are you doing here?

It's New Year's Eve. I
knew you'd be here alone.

I came to have
a drink with Iris.

Oh, God. You
picked the wrong night

to make your move,
baby, believe me.

You know, that's really sweet.

That's really sweet,
but, unfortunately,

I don't believe a
fucking word of it.

Put that goddamn weapon
down, you psycho. He works here.

I don't care that he fucking works
here, man. He could be a plant.

No, Jasper. Put the
gun down, all right?

Let's not start that
again, all right?

He comes here in the
guise of courting that lady.

It's a fucking ingenious plan.

They get one of
their boys in here

and then take us out one by
one by one. Come on. Tell them.

They shot at him. Oh, yeah.

All right? They
shot at him. Yeah.

Oh, but they conveniently
fucking missed, didn't they?

The act is a fucking charade.

Come on. Tell them.
He's fucking right, Anna.

Isn't it a fucking charade?

Do I have a gun?

Do I have a fucking
gun? I can't hurt you.

That's not fucking
good enough, rat-bitch.

Come on. Just lock him up, man,

so he doesn't do any
damage. Come on.

Come on, Roenick.
Listen to me, man.

We're not locking this man up.

Not in my precinct, all
right? I vouch for him.

Okay.

Okay, but I'm fucking sorry,

but your authority has been
super-fucking-seded. You understand?

You're not in charge anymore.

Right, Bish? Bish, tell them.

He could be one of them,
man, and so fucking easily.

You don't think we
see right through you?

Can't fucking believe that shit.

Comes in here playing
that game, playing stupid.

You don't think we know?

Right, man? Let's do the math.

Come on. Let's put him away,
man, just play it safe, you know?

Put it down.

No, no, no. Come on.
Come on, man. Come on.

Just do the math. Come on.
Motherfucker comes in like that, playing...

Come here.

Sergeant Roenick is
in charge. Understand?

Yes.

Let's go.

Only because I respect you.

But I still say this shit is
fucking illogical bullshit, all right?

He may not be who he says
he is. Just mull that shit over.

Think it over.
Think it over, man.

Iris, look after Capra. Fill
him in on what's going on.

All right, Capra? Just be cool,

so no one else
here gets spooked.

Everybody else,
back to your positions.

Thank you.

Don't. That was
self-preservation.

The more men we have,
the better chance we stand.

Are you sure you
vouch for this man?

I do.

Come with me.

You know, I hate to admit it,

but Smiley agrees with
what you said back there.

Smiley want a fucking medal?

Hear me out, man.

Look, we're out of
our shackles for what?

The last time in the
next 15, 20 years?

All right, man. Get to the
point. What do you want?

Listen to me, man. Look out
that window. That's freedom, baby.

Get what I'm saying?

Look, maybe this
New Year's can bring

something different
for us after all.

Beck like Smiley now.

Eight months ago he loses
his team when a deal goes sour.

Problem with drugs and
alcohol since the incident.

A burned-out cop. Only a matter
of time before he drops his guard.

Watch the truck. They'll
eye it as a way out.

What's the word on the AV?

Storm's starting to let up,
so it shouldn't be long now.

Good.

Someone gets inside,
takes off, goes for help.

That's too obvious.
We'd need a distraction.

We also need the keys. Your cop
said he dropped them in the snow.

I could hot-wire a car.

I thought you never
committed a crime in your life?

I haven't.

Oh, yeah.

Just picked up some
shit along the way.

Oh, hold on.

How do we know she's not
just gonna drive out of here

and leave us all here to die?

Who the fuck are you,
Miss Fucking Little Skirt?

Shake that skinny ass
in somebody else's face.

Okay, Anna. No offense, but I'll
feel better if somebody goes with you.

Maybe I should go.

I promise I'll make
her get some help.

Scout's honor.

It's either me or Jasper.

Can't be.

We need your
guns. It's gotta be...

Me.

Me.

You?

Shoot.

Hey, I'll go. I'll do it.

What? It's the only thing
that makes sense, right?

Whatever. Whatever the fuck
ever. Let's just do this. Come on.

Me and the doc.

Fine. Okay.

What?

It's the right move,
Sergeant. I know that.

All right.

I'm the doctor, right?

Right. You can handle that? Yes.

You can?

I don't know. I don't know.

But I have to try, okay?

No. No.

Please. I have to go.

I have to do it.

Whoa!

Shit!

Hey!

Those two skels are bugging out,

just like I told you they would.

They torched the bus
for a diversion, I guess.

Come on!

Jesus. They're gonna
get themselves killed.

They're dead already.

We can use this.

Very smart.

They knew we'd expect
them to make for the car.

Freedom, baby. We did it.

Yeah. I told you.

Happy New Year.

Now, how are we gonna
get the fuck out of here?

Visual on two men. No shot.

Moving to a better vantage.

Hey.

You sure you wanna do this?

Yeah. All right.

Shit!

They're fucking shooting!

Where'd they hit you, man?

On my shoulder.

Let's go. Come on.
Let's haul ass now.

Okay. Okay!

Go. You go.

All right. Come on.
Come on, baby. Come on.

This was not the plan,
man. This was your idea.

Come on. We're so
fucking close. Come on.

I think I can still make it.

Come on, man. You can do it.

On target.

36, 45, 54, 63,
72, 81, 90, 99...

Come on, man. What am I gonna
do? What am I gonna do, man?

Don't make me go at this alone.

Target two locked.

No shot. Have
position, but no shot.

36, 45...

What the fuck's up with that
multiplication table shit, bitch?

Fuck you! It's freaking me out.

You couldn't hot-wire
my ass! You're a liar!

Liar?

I will bite your little white
head right the fuck off!

63, 72, 81, 90!
9, 18, 27, 36, 45...

What is taking so long?

I'm gonna make it for you,
man! I'm gonna do this for you!

72, 81, 90, 99...

Damn, motherfucker!

What did I tell y'all?

What'd I tell you?

You and your sergeant
boyfriend, y'all ain't believe me.

What?

Sergeant boy. That's
your boyfriend, right?

No.

Yeah.

They made it. They're clear!

We made it! We made it!

The skels are dead.

We don't have a
goddamn chance, do we?

Sarge. Sarge!

God fucking damn it, the
five of us can't hold them back.

They're gonna take out
each and every one of us.

What are we
supposed to do, Sarge?

What are we supposed to do?

What the fuck are
we supposed to do?

I don't know.

What do you wanna do, Marcus?

How many inside?

A hundred.

Answer the question.

You're a brave woman.

What do you want to do
with the body, Marcus?

Bishop's men were responsible
for all this, remember?

Let's get this thing done.

Time's up, Sergeant.

Last stand.

Your gun would be appreciated.

Why did I let her go?

I know a lot about
dying, Sergeant.

There are two ways
you can handle it.

With the self-pity
or without it.

Fuck you. Get out of my office.

I see you've made your decision.

Sun's almost up.

Whatever Duvall's gonna
do, he's gonna do now.

We need to get ready,
or we'll be trapped.

Who the fuck asked you?

You know, I've had all the shit

I'm gonna take
from you, old man.

Hey, fuck you, dealer.

No.

Fuck with me.

I should've fucked with you...

Enough!

Bishop's right.

Jasper, you just watch the
front here. Iris, the cell block.

Capra, you're on.
Take the back stairs.

Bishop and I'll roam,
covering all the other entrances.

Hey.

What were you doing by the
back door? What were you doing?

What the fuck are
you talking about?

I saw you. What
did you tell them?

Why didn't you let
them inside? Hmm?

What's the plan?

What's going on?

You were wrong.
He's working for Duvall.

He removed the handcuffs
from the back door.

What's the plan? Answer me!

Fuck! I'm a fucking
police officer.

I don't have to
fucking answer you.

What's the plan, officer?

Oh.

So it's about you and
me now, huh, Sergeant?

It's not about me
and you. Not yet.

What were you doing
by the back door, Capra?

It wasn't me, Jake.

What's the plan?

I wasn't there.

We let him live once.
He almost got us killed.

We let him live twice,
we deserve to die.

You and I are friends, Jake.
You gonna do this to me?

What is the plan?

There is no fucking plan!

Don't make me fucking kill you.

What the fuck are you doing
to him? Listen. They're coming!

A V-5 getting into position.
Ten seconds to target.

What the fuck are
they doing up there?

What do you think?

Save your ammo.

We don't know where they are.

We need to make a move outside.

That's what they want us to do.

Yeah. They'll pick
us off, one by one.

Jake, I found a way out.
Down in the basement.

All right, Iris, Capra.

All right. Go.

Bishop, I need you.

Come on.

It's an old sewer tunnel.

Why didn't you
mention it before?

I didn't think of it. We've
been a little bit busy.

I don't even know where it goes.

Of course, we can
always stay here.

Lt doesn't matter.
Good job, Jasper.

Okay. We need to move. The
fire department will be here soon.

There it is.

All right. It's all
clear. Everybody up.

Come on, Jasper.

Thanks.

Son of a bitch! Jake!

All right. Now, me and the
secretary are going bye-bye.

You don't follow,
she don't get hurt.

You lower your weapons, gentlemen,
we can end this on a happy note.

My apologies, secretary.

Apology not fucking accepted.

Hold it right there. Drop your
fucking weapons right now.

Down, motherfucker! Down!

Damn it!

Get down!

How the hell did they find us?

Oh, my God. Lt was
Jasper at the back door.

You set us up, you motherfucker!

You just killed us, Jasper.

No, fuck you, Jake!

God damn it! I told you,

"Just let them have the son of
a bitch. Nobody else gets hurt."

'Cause I ain't dying
for that piece of shit.

Or for you either, Jake.

I thought you were a cop.

Go in the truck, Jas.
You don't need to see this.

Bishop, you should've
taken that deal.

These men aren't cops,
Sergeant. They're criminals.

They're killers, just like
me. Ain't that right, old man?

Yeah, that's
right. That's right.

You're goddamn
right, you son of a bitch!

Not with your weapon.

Give me a clean piece. God
damn it! Give me a clean piece!

Close your eyes.

Let him finish it.

Shit! Get down.

The truck! The truck! The truck!

Go.

Get them.

You breathing? Good. Okay.

Oh, fuck. Just act
like you're dead, okay?

Motherfucker!

Fuck you.

You fucking bitch!

Hello, Sergeant.

What the hell are
you still doing here?

Marcus Duvall still lives.

For me, this is unacceptable.

So our shit's back
on pause. Is that it?

Yeah.

We have a problem.

Duvall and his men can
see us. We can't see them.

I'll draw their fire.

Their muzzle flashes'll
give away their position.

Don't miss, Bishop.

Run fast, Sergeant.

Call Roenick.

Who's Roenick?

Hurts like a bitch, doesn't it?

Call Roenick. Tell him I'm dead.

You know me, Marcus.
I cannot tell a lie.

Look at you.

When I first approached
you 10 years ago,

you couldn't look me in the eye.

One of them nervous,
God-fearing types.

Now you put a bullet
in me, no hesitation.

You're quite the changed
man this New Year's, Marcus.

Now, for the last
fucking time, call him.

He doesn't have to.

Drop your weapon.

What are you waiting for?

Shut up!

Put the gun down, Duvall.

What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

Arrest me? You gonna kill a cop?

There's only one cop here.

Now put the goddamn
gun down. You're caught.

How many more people
are you gonna kill tonight?

As many as it takes.

You make me fucking sick.

Fuck!

Uh-uh.

So it's about that time, huh?

Looks that way, don't it?

Yeah.

Well, thanks.

For what?

You didn't call my name.

That was self-preservation,
Sergeant, and it worked.

I told you. I'm
not gonna change.

You try to follow me, you'll
find out just how true that is.

You're not gonna get very far.

I'll manage.

Well,

you take care of
yourself, Sergeant.

I will find you.

No other cop. Just me.

Jesus.

Sarge?

Sarge? Sergeant.

Yeah, Iris.

Oh, Christ. Look at you.

It's okay. I told these
firemen what's up.

They're not leaving us
alone. Not for a second. Okay?

All right. Help me up.

We have some questions
for you, Sergeant.

Yeah, well, I'd like to get
this wound looked at first.

Anybody else out there?

No, man. There's nobody
else. Just me and them.

Let me get you on a stretcher.

No. No, man. It's all right.

I'm walking out of here.

So do you think we have to show
up at the new precinct tomorrow?

Shit. This is fucking tempting.

No. Don't break
your resolution, huh?

Give me one. I didn't
make that promise.

You know, Sarge, I didn't
even recognize you tonight.

You were like a whole different bad
ass, motherfucker back there, huh?

Mmm. You think so?

Yeah.

Well, get used to it.

Happy New Year, Sarge.