Dredd

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America is an irradiated wasteland.

Within it lies a city.

Outside the boundary walls a desert.

A cursed earth.

Inside the walls a cursed city,

stretching from Boston to Washington, D.C.

An unbroken concrete landscape.

800 million people

living in the ruin of the old world

and the mega structures of the new one.

Mega blocks. Mega highways.

Mega City One.

Convulsing. Choking.

Breaking under its own weight.

Citizens in fear of the street.

The gun. The gang.

Only one thing

fighting for order in the chaos,

the men and women of the Hall of Justice.

Juries.

Executioners.

Judges.

Responders needed at a square at 1117.

Code 10-10.

Leisure complex. Shots fired.

Out of vehicle, in pursuit.

Request aerial surveillance.

I have a control drone flagging three perps.

Responders needed

in Sub-Sector 20, Flyover 5.

We have a positive lD on

three suspects wanted on multiple counts.

Any Judges, please respond.

Dredd to Control.

In pursuit of vehicle, Sector 13.

Driving erratic. Suspects are

under the influence of narcotics.

Got a Judge on our tail.

What?

I said we got a Judge on our tail!

Take him out or we're dead f***ing meat!

F***!

Do you require backup?

No.

F***er!

I can't get him! Straighten the f*** out!

Be advised. We have lost visual.

F***, he's right on us!

Man, we're dead. We're f***ing dead!

Control. Perps just wiped out an innocent.

I'm taking them down.

Bike. Activate crowd control.

Activated. Citizens, be calm.

Step back from the crime scene.

Interference carries an automatic

five-year sentence in the iso-cubes.

Hey, f***ing get out of here!

Control. Paramedics to my GPS.

Multiple wounded and bodies for resyk.

Copy, Dredd.

All shoppers are reminded to avoid the

level one food courts until further notice.

- Alternative refreshments can be found...

- Shut the f*** up.

- Let's talk.

- Talk about what, Judge?

Release the hostage unharmed,

and I guarantee you a sentence of life

in an iso-cube without parole.

Life without parole?

That's the deal you're offering?

Only if you comply.

Your crimes include multiple homicide

and the attempted murder of a Judge.

If you do not comply, the sentence is death.

You aren't a very good negotiator, Judge.

You know why?

You got no f***ing leverage!

Here's the deal. You let me walk

or I blow her f***ing brains out. Okay?

Negotiation's over.

What are you doing?

Didn't you hear what I said?

I'll kill the b*tch!

Yeah, I heard you, hotshot.

What?

I said "hotshot."

Control to Dredd. Come in.

- Is your pursuit resolved?

- Affirmative.

Report back to the Hall of Justice.

The Chief Judge wants to see you.

Thank you, Judge.

The level one food court will reopen in

30 minutes. Thank you for your patience.

Cassandra Anderson. Twenty-one.

Born in a block 100 meters

from the radiation boundary wall.

At age seven, she lost both parents

to residual-fallout cancer.

As is usual with orphans, she was given

a Judge aptitude test at age nine.

It classified her as unsuitable,

but she was entered into the Academy

on special instruction.

In the Academy, her record was never

better than borderline.

Her final Academy score

put her three percentile points below a pass.

So what's she doing in a uniform?

- Rookie Anderson.

- Sir.

How many people are observing you?

Two.

What can you tell me

about the person I'm with?

Male. Another Judge.

I can feel anger. And control. But

there's something else.

Something behind the control. Something

- almost...

- Okay, Anderson.

That will do.

She's a mutant.

The Judges Council have chosen to

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