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CHAPTER 2
"Police Watch"
Written By: Matt Layden
28/06/06
INT. CAR - NIGHT.
Michael is behind the wheel. He's tall with dark hair and
even though it's dark he is wearing sun glasses. Nick, is
in the passenger seat. He has dirty blonde hair, that is
spiked with gel.
MICHEAL
So then the bartender says, I;m
sorry, but we don't serve food.
They both laugh.
NICK
My kid said his first words
today.
MICHEAL
Which were?
NICK
You'd think dada or mama right?
Well, it's was weewee.
MICHEAL
His dick?
NICK
Yeah, my son's first words were
referring to his dick.
MICHEAL
That's a conversational piece.
NICK
Yeah well, wait, what do we have
here?
Nick points over to a man in an alley way.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT.
A man with a needle in his hand stands in an alley way.
Michael and Nick confront him in the alley way. The man
struggles to get away but is immediately taken down by one
of the police officers. They handcuff the drug addict and
throw him in the back of the police car.
Both of the police officers enter the front of the car.
INT. CAR - NIGHT.
Michael is behind the wheel once again with Nick in the
passenger seat.
MICHEAL
So where did you get the stuff?
DRUG ADDICT
Fuck you guys. I'm not saying
shit till I get my mother fuckin
lawyer here. You got that? I want
my god damn fucking lawyer. Ask
me all the questions you want,
you can go fuck yourselfs for all
I care.
NICK
This guy seems to have an
attitude problem.
DRUG ADDICT
Hey fuck you man, you don't know
me. You don't know me. Your job
is so fucking easy and shit, my
job, now my job was a real
fucking problem and take these
god damn handcuffs off me.
MICHEAL
Sorry, no can do.
Michael throws the keys on the dashboard to screw around
with the drug addict.
NICK
You have a job?
MICHEAL
Wait a second, you think this job
is easy? Let me tell you
something, this job ain't easy.
We get the call, we got to go and
talk down a guy with a gun, some
crazy raving pyscho mad mother
fucker in some grocery store. Or
we have to put up with some kind
of drug addicted fuck, like
yourself. But we still do it,
because this is our job.
NICK
If we save at least one life
today it's all worth it.
MICHEAL
And judging by what you were
about to stick in your arm, we
saved your sorry ass.
DRUG ADDICT
For your information, all my
veins are fucked. I can't inject
them in any of my veins on my
arms, or my legs, or even my
fucking ass man.
MICHEAL
Then where the hell were you
giong to inject it?
DRUG ADDICT
My eye.
Michael and Nick glance at each other.
NICK
Why the fuck would you inject
that shit in your eye?
DRUG ADDICT
Cause that's the only fuckin'
place left.
NICK
Alright, calm down back there.
DRUG ADDICT
Don't you fucking tell me to calm
the fuck down mother fucker.
NICK
Listen up you little shit, if you
don't shut the fuck up back
there, I will beat your ass, then
take you in.
DRUG ADDICT
You can't do that man?
NICK
Oh I can't? Who are they gonna
believe? A respected cop, or a
fucked up eye injecting drug
dealer.
DRUG ADDICT
I ain't no fucking dealer man.
NICK
I don't give a good shit...
An object falls on the hood of the car, breaking the window
and damaging the car pretty good. It's wrapped up in a
carpet and it's big.
DRUG ADDICT
What in the fuck was that?
NICK
Holy shit.
MICHEAL
Jesus
(pause)
Go check it out.
NICK
You fucking check it out.
Michael looks back at the drug addict, then back to Nick.
MICHEAL
Get out of the god damn car.
Michael and Nick both step out of the police car.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT.
The object has destroyed the front of the car. It's no good
to drive. Michael inspects that object. Nick looks up at
the building the object came from.
NICK
Check the building.
MICHEAL
And just what the hell are you
going to do?
NICK
I'm going to inspect this thing.
MICHEAL
Why am I always doing the
dangerous shit?
NICK
What dangerous shit? You're
walking into an apartment
building and checking it out.
MICHEAL
Exactly, checking it out. We have
no clue where the hell this came
from, what it is, why it's here
and you want me to go and find
out this shit?
NICK
What's so difficult about that?
MICHEAL
What happens if it's a body?
NICK
It's not a fucking body.
Nick unwraps the carpet and inside of it is a dead body.
NICK
Ah, shit.
MICHEAL
Now you want me to go in there?
What happens when I get my head
blown off?
NICK
You're a cop. This is your job.
You just gave that guy in the
back of the squad there a rant
about it.
MICHEAL
Well now that you know what it
is, you are coming with me.
NICK
No can do buddy. I got to call
this in. After which I'll come in
as back-up.
MICHEAL
You think I'm need back-up?
NICK
Well I don't know. That's why you
need to go in there and check it
out to see if you need back up.
Michael takes out his gun.
MICHEAL
I hate this job.
Michael walks into the apartment building.
INT.APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT.
He scans the area, nothing. He moves to the staircase and
looks up. Yet nothing. His gun is drawn and he slowly moves
his way up the steps.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET - NIGHT.
Nick is standing outside the police car with the radio in
hand.
NICK
We got a 420 on our hands here.
White male, mid 30's, brown hair
balding. He has one bullet wound
in the face.
DRUG ADDICT
Will you please take these god
damn fucking cuffs off me?
NICK
Hold on please.
Nick throws the radio back into the car and moves to the
back seat. He violently opens the door and grabs the drug
addict. Nick throws the drug addict to the ground and takes
out his nightstick. He begins to beat the drug addict as he
screams in pain.
NICK
Say it again, say it one more
time. I dare you, I double dare
you.
The drug addict screams in pain
DRUG ADDICT
I'm sorry!
NICK
You're damn right bitch!
The radio goes off.
DISPATCHER
There's a 837 on the corner of
James and Wellington. Two cars,
and shots fired.
NICK
Negative, that's a negative, we
cannot get there. We have a
situation on our hands here.
DISPATCHER
Nick, Nick is that you? I've got
you on the GPS, it says your 3
blocks away from the crash site.
No one else is in the general
area. Leave Michael with the car
and you go to the accident.
NICK
You can't be serious.
DISPATCHER
Leave the perp in the car and
Michael can take care of it.
NICK
I'll have to leave him a note or
something, he's in the apartment
building the body fell out of.
DISPATCHER
Get to the accident.
NICK
Copy.
Nick throws the drug addict back into the car and slams the
door shut. Nick looks up and sees Michael in the apartment
building the body fell out of. Nick screams to Michael
NICK
There's an 837, I'm heading out,
it's on James and Wellington.
Stay here with the car and body.
MICHEAL
Uhh...Okay.
Nick runs off in the direction of the accident. Nick is
running down the street in the cold night. He's not out of
shape but the running is taking a tole on him. The street
begins to get brighter and brighter, then Nick turns a
corner and sees the two cars, one of which has been set on
fire.
NICK
Jesus Christ.
Nick draws out his gun and runs towards the two cars. He
sees a man holding another.
NICK
Freeze, this is the police.
The man holds his hands up.
NICK
I didn't say hold your hands up i
said freeze.
The man puts his arms back down.
NICK
No, put them back up, you already
had them up, so leave them up.
The man put his arms back up.
NICK
Now step away from the body,
slowly.
The man slowly gets up from the ground and turns around.
It' Robert.
ROBERT
Listen man, I called this in.
This guy was in an accident then
he was shot.
NICK
Shut up, we'll wait for back-up.
Suddenly Michael shows up, out of breath.
NICK
What are you doing here?
MICHEAL
I've come for the accident.
NICK
What about the body, the car, the
building and the drug addict?
Michael stops to think.
MICHEAL
Oh, shit.
Michael starts to run back. Leaving Nick with Robert and
the dead body. Michael is already out of breath, so running
back is harder. When he finally gets back to the car, the
drug dealer is gone, and the keys he had thrown on the
dashboard are missing.
MICHEAL
Well, I'm not getting blamed for
this one.
End of Chapter 2.
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