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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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