12 Rounds 3: Lockdown Page #4

(YELLS)

DARROW:
He's on the first floor.

BURKE:
Copy that.

Somebody get down there. Now.

(EXHALES)

I don't see him.

DARROW:
Stand by.

Got to be here somewhere.

Okay. I lost him.

Shaw?

Shaw? You're stuck in here too?

I can't get out.

I don't know what the hell's going on.

You shouldn't be in here.

What happened to you? Are you bleeding?

It's not my blood. Whose is it?

Officer Meeks.

Is he okay? What happened?

He's dead.

Not by me. Listen I haven't got time to explain.

All right?

Well, then put the gun down

and we will play this by the book.

I can't.

Listen to me.

You're not looking very innocent

right now, Shaw.

Don't do that.

Take your hands off the gun.

Put them behind your head and turn around.

Taser?

Are you kidding me?

Listen to me.

Find a quiet corner, put your head down and hide

until we're out of lockdown. You understand me?

Wait, where are you going?

I think the motor pool is on a separate

grid from the rest of the building.

There might be a way out.

Well, then let me come with you.

No.

Trust me.

Just do what I told you. Okay?

(SIRENS WAILING)

What the hell is going on here?

Anything?

Not yet.

MATTHEWS:
Detective Burke, if you're still

in the building, pick up on channel one.

Burke. Talk to me.

- Go ahead.

- What the hell is going on?

I have been told we got a fire in there.

No fire. I had to evacuate the building.

Shaw's lost it,

and I have got a dead cop as a result.

I had to contain the situation.

This was the only way.

Oh, my God.

Find him and keep me updated.

I will handle things out here.

Where is this son of a...

(RAPID BEEPING)

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Security breach. Parking door access.

He's in the motor pool.

Hey! Where the hell are you going?

To kill Shaw.

You go where I tell you to go.

Go to the exit and man it,

in case he gets past us.

Yeah? And who put you in charge?

Don't test me, Saul.

Hey! Play nice, boys.

Go! Go!

Where is he? Where is he?

Here. There, there, there!

- Ah!

- (GLASS SHATTERING)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

Ah!

Oh, son of a b*tch.

This guy is starting to piss me off!

(PANTING)

TAYLOR:
Detective Burke.

What are you still doing here?

I got locked in.

Sir, I saw Shaw... And he wasn't making

any sense. He was telling me to hide, but...

What's going on?

Walk with me.

(PANTING)

Perfect.

Nine rounds left.

Patch me into the PA system.

Take a seat, please.

BURKE:
Shaw.

I have got a friend of yours here.

Say hello.

Detective Shaw, it's Officer Taylor.

BURKE:
How old are you, Officer Taylor?

TAYLOR:
I am 23, sir.

And how long have you been with us?

A month, sir.

Tell me...

Are you married?

Yes, I am.

And what's the name of the lucky man?

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