Freedomland Page #5

situation, we'd be over there in a shot.

For an Armstrong kid?

I f***ing doubt it.

Don't kill me!

- Oh, God!

- Don't do it, Calvin!

- Don't do it.

- Do it.

Coming through.

- Make way, people.

- Calvin! No, Calvin. No!

Yo, C! Come on, man!

No!

- They threw him out the window.

- They pushed him out the window.

- All right, stand back.

- Back up, y'all. Back up.

- Calvin Joy. Possession with intent.

- What did you do, huh?

- What did you do?

- We never got in the door.

Three knocks, this nitwit pulls

a Monte Cristo. F*** you.

F*** me? You son of a b*tch!

I'll show you "f*** you"!

Son of a b*tch! I'll kill you.

F*** you! F*** you!

- I'm taking you off this one.

- Don't.

- I'm taking you off!

- Don't, lieutenant, don't.

- Armstrong is mine.

- No, she's yours!

What's wrong with you,

bringing her back here?

Get her looking at mug shots yet?

- No.

- You sit her with a sketch artist?

She's yours!

- I love him so much.

- Come on, come on.

Come on, Big Daddy, chill out.

Come on.

- I love him so much.

- I know you do, Brenda. I know you do.

I wish... I wish...

I still wanna work here. I wanna...

I wanna work harder.

I have so much love in me.

I know you do, Brenda.

I know you do.

- What do I do? What do I do?

- Thanks, ladies. Let's go, Brenda.

All right. Everybody

make room, please.

- What's wrong with you?

- You are two heartbeats from a lockup.

You're gonna lock me up now?

Take me now, and lock me up.

Lock me up.

That's what you should do...

...you old hillbilly-ass cracker!

Can't you do something about this?

You can't lock people up

in their own neighborhood!

- Step behind the barricade.

- F*** them!

- Take these barricades out!

- I'm not talking till you step back.

You're not talking to me?

Fine, I'll talk.

- Do you see him?

- Hey, look...

Just go and get him, take him upstairs

before he gets in trouble, all right?

- You know where she lives?

- Yeah, why?

Meet me over there, huh?

You step off!

No, this is my neighborhood!

These are my projects.

I'm not going nowhere.

No, I'm not going nowhere.

- Billy, come on!

- No!

- You think you is, man?

- Come on.

Go home!

Attention, Armstrong residents,

this is a lockdown.

Please remain behind the barriers...

...while police conduct

their investigation.

Detective, is that Cody's mom?

- Do you think it was deliberate?

- Get the hell out of here.

Come on, Detective Council.

Look over here.

This is a lockdown.

Please remain behind the barriers.

- I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do.

- We gotta go.

- No, please.

- All right, all right.

You know, I was thinking.

Once I said,

"Cody, do you love me?"

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