12 Rounds 3: Lockdown Page #6

If you don't stop this, they will.

Copy.

Piece of sh*t.

So, what's the deal with Burke and Shaw?

How do you mean?

Well, there's history there, right?

Yeah. They used to be partners.

Came through the academy together.

There was a time

when they were inseparable.

Doesn't seem to be

a lot of love there anymore.

(CHUCKLING)

No. They see the world

a little differently these days.

See, Burke wants what's due to him.

Bigger car, better house.

Not some lousy pension and a gold watch.

That's me and that's you,

but that's not Shaw. He's...

A guy who wants to make the world

a better place?

I was going to say a dick. But, whatever.

(CHUCKLING)

Here we go.

(COMPUTER CHIMING)

DARROW:
Burke, come in.

Go ahead.

I have lost CCTV.

- What?

- Shaw's got to be in the server room.

I am on my way.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Security alert. Data override engaged.

That son of a b*tch is trying

to send the evidence to IA.

BURKE:
How?

I don't know. He must have manually

overridden the network from the server room.

Shut it down!

Yeah. I am trying.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Do it.

(THUDS)

(SIGHS)

Okay, we're good.

He's gone.

It's useless.

Burke, he's on the roof.

He could make a call from up there.

Come on, you piece of crap.

(LINE RINGING)

Yes!

If we don't have eyes in the building,

we got to figure out a way to do it.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

What's this? Is this a conduit here?

Roger that.

Roger that, sir.

John, is that you?

- Yeah, it's me.

- Where are you?

I am on the roof.

They jammed the cell phone signals

in the building. Listen, I am innocent.

- John...

- You got to believe me.

I have heard that you shot

and killed five cops in cold blood.

You know me.

You really believe that?

No, I don't.

But you need to tell me

what is happening in there.

It's Burke. He's dirty,

and I have got the evidence.

Wait. What are you talking about?

Burke and his men

were working with George Freemont.

Selling him drugs from busts

in return for a cut of the profits.

(SIGHS)

BURKE:
Did you get him?

I am working on it.

I am heading your way. Get it done!

(GROANS)

Oh, sh*t!

Eight rounds.

Six bad guys.

Love those odds.

(CRACKLING)

(SCREAMING)

Gideon?

Porter?

Freeze!

Drop the weapon.

Nice and slow.

Nice and slow.

And the pistol.

Kick it over here.

Call off your men. Turn off that radio.

Shaw's not on the roof.

DARROW:
Okay. Copy that.

You going to kill me?

Nope.

I am getting out of here and you're my ticket.

Turn around.

(CHUCKLING)

You're not getting out of here.

You couldn't save Officer Taylor,

you couldn't save Ray Jones,

and you sure as hell can't save yourself.

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