12 Rounds 3: Lockdown Page #3

OPERATOR:
Metro Central Station.

This is fire dispatch.

We have got a report

of a third floor alarm.

Can you confirm that, please?

OFFICER:
Uh, we copy here at car 15.

Yes, there was a third floor

alarm pulled...

- What the hell are you still doing here?

- Making sure everybody's out.

Fire alarm! Get out!

Ah.

All right, Burke.

I am starting to lock it down.

All right. Cut the phone lines.

And jam any cell phone signals in the building.

Copy that. No problem.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

System lockdown initiated.

(BEEPS)

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Communications terminated.

All right. We're dark.

Hi, it's Officer Smith

down here at Metro South.

I just wanted to let you know that

everything down here is A-okay.

Yeah, you can call off the fire truck.

OPERATOR:

We're showing a fire on level three.

Yeah, that thing's been acting up all day.

New building. You know how it is.

Roger that, Metro South.

Have a safe night.

(BEEPS)

(BEEPS)

(GROANS)

You have got to be kidding me.

(BEEPS)

Shaw?

(GUN C*CKS)

Drop it.

Sh*t.

(GUN CLATTERS)

Let him go.

(SIGHS)

Lower the gun.

Yeah, I'd rather not.

I am a lot of things.

But I am not a cop killer.

You're a lot of things, all right.

I know all about it, Burke.

All these years I knew

something was up with you.

And they call me crazy?

You always had to do things the hard way.

I am going to give you this

one chance for old times' sake,

to just lay down the drive and walk away.

Burke, will you just shoot this a**hole?

Shut up, Meeks.

What do you say, Shaw?

Press the button.

Don't be stupid.

I am taking you down, Burke.

I don't think so.

See, I have got an army of loyal cops.

And last I checked,

your aim wasn't too hot.

Whereas mine...

I don't miss.

Ah!

(GROANING)

(CHOKES)

Sh*t.

Stay with me, Meeks.

(WHEEZES)

Stay with me.

What happened?

Shaw shot Meeks.

Give me your radio.

- Darrow, shut down the elevators now.

- Got it. Let's go.

Okay, elevator is...

Locked down.

Sh*t.

DARROW:
All right, Burke, locked down.

Copy that.

All right, Darrow.

- Turn it back on.

- Copy that.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Meeks.

All right. Let's split up.

Damn it.

- (GUN CLICKS)

- HARRIS:
Don't move.

Don't even think about it.

You know you're not going to

get away with this.

So be smart.

Oh, I am smart.

You're the one with a gun to his head.

Hand it over.

Oh, your flash drive?

No, I can't do that.

Really? Well, I guess

I will just put a bullet in your head then.

You never did have what it takes,

did you, Shaw?

To be what exactly?

Be one of us.

A corrupt cop?

No.

Oh, I am going to enjoy kicking your ass.

(YELLS)

All that time off. It's made you soft.

(GRUNTING)

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