Doomsday

I want him alive.

Your call.

(GRUNTS)

Me and my boat, marooned

on this f***ing island

It's a full-time job,

trying to prevent

it falling apart.

Come. Mind your head.

Best I could find.

Straight from the

ghetto. Cheap. Clean.

Happy?

Very.

Shh.

What the f*** is this?

You prick!

Get the case.

(SCREAMS)

Drop the gun!

RICHTER:
F***ing nancy-boy!

Where's your partner? Tell me!

I'm getting off

this boat alive.

You go to hell.

Get back! Don't you

come any closer,

or I'll blow

his f***ing brains

all over this boat!

Sinclair, whatever

you do, don't shoot.

RICHTER:
What the

hell are you doing?

Sinclair!

She's f***ing nuts!

Tell her to back off!

I'm ordering you not

to shoot, Sinclair!

Richter, you've got

one way out of this!

Put the gun down,

or she will kill you!

You haven't

got a chance!

I'll kill him, I swear!

Sinclair, do not shoot!

Sh*t.

I'll never get

used to that.

I don't suppose

you got a cigarette?

When are you going to buy

your own? Do you know how

much these things cost?

Why do you think

I smoke yours?

Michaelson

was a good man.

Not the greatest

copper on the beat, but

a good man.

What happened in there?

(BEEPS)

See for yourself.

Whatever happened

to a good cause?

Can't remember

what she looked like.

All I have is a name on

an envelope and an address

of a place I can never go to.

I've watched you fight

your way through the

ranks, tooth and nail.

And it's made you

so full of piss

and vinegar.

You carry on the way

you're going,

you're gonna wind up

one seriously f***ed-up

individual.

Now, do me a favor.

Please, go home.

Get some rest.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

Okay, let's do it!

(ALL GROANING)

Get back!

Get back!

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

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