Torn: Dark Bullets (2020) Script

(downbeat ambient music)

(faint music) (static crackling)

(downbeat ambient music)


(moves to somber orchestral music)


(siren blaring) (police radio chatter)

In pursuit of two white males currently believed to be suspects at east side convenience stores 10-31.

Heading south into Turret Park.

[Dispatcher] 10-4, back up's en route.

(siren blaring) (tires squealing)

Come on, let's get those motherfuckers.

(intense music) (tires squealing)

Cut 'em off as they head towards the tunnel.

(intense music)

(tires squealing)

Damn it!

He's right there!

Fuck!

(tires squealing)

We're done, man.

We're fuckin' done!

Fuck that.

(gunshots blasting) (glass shattering)

Fuck this guy.

Saks, get back in the car!

(gunshots blasting)

Shit!

Drop it!

Now!

Are you gonna shoot this fucker?

Now! Shoot the fucker!

[Detective Pearce] Drop it!

(intense music)

(thudding) (man groaning)

Hands behind your back.

Damn, Pearce.

You feeling lucky, huh?

You could have shot him.

You had every right.

It was empty.

What was he gonna do?

Besides, I taught you better than that.

You got that prick?

Yeah.

Wow, that's awesome, sweetie.

What else did you do?

I played princess with mommy.

[Detective Pearce] Yeah?

We made play dough, didn't we, mommy?

Oh, good morning, my beautiful wife.

Here.

Thank you.

So, I hear you finally broke down and made that play dough you're so fond of, huh?

Well, I didn't really have a choice.

This little monkey's relentless.

I wonder where she gets that from.

(Pearce chuckles)

You got home late.

Yeah, another robbery.

I crashed on the couch.

I didn't want to wake you.

Oh, hey.

Did you hear back from the you know what place?

Oh yeah, they said they could do the whole thing for 300.

300?

That would be fun.

Go ahead and set it up.

What will be fun?

Are you guys talking about my birthday?

Hey, little miss snoopy pants, mind your own business.

Put your shoes on.

Go on.

The bus is gonna be here soon.

Go on.

(Pearce vocalizing) (Callie giggling)

Hey.

Are you sure we can afford this right now?

We'll work it out.

And this is a big deal.

I want her birthday to be epic.

Okay, well let's not burn down the house before her birthday.

Ah, damn it.

That one was for you.

I'll stick with my coffee.

Oh, shit, I gotta go.

I gotta pick up Saks and drop off him off at court by 8:00.

Okay, I'll do this.

You go.

Okay, all right.

Bye. All right.

Be safe. Always am.

Hey, bye princess.

Be good at school today.

Oh by the way, I got three cases today, so you're flying solo this shift.

Yeah, once again, my wing man's taking off to play special expert.

It's double the pay, buddy.

500 bucks for me to sit in a chair, talk about the specifics of gunfire all in the safety of a courtroom and on salary time.

That is a great deal.

I get to do all your paperwork today.

You get all the money.

I have to go do a solo night shift and I gotta pay for all my fuckin' coffee.

That sounds great.

Thanks for setting me up with that, by the way.

Yeah, I'm beginning to have second thoughts about that.

Have a nice day, pretty boy!

Later, old man.

♪ People in the middle or the alley wanna bump ♪

♪ And everybody who just say ♪

♪ That people's not gon' be the trump ♪

♪ People in the middle or the alley wanna bump ♪

♪ And everybody who just say ♪

♪ That people's not gon' be the trump ♪

♪ For the people in the middle ♪

♪ Or in the middle, or in the middle, or in the middle ♪

(siren blaring)

Stay calm.

Don't say nothing.

(police radio chatter) (suspenseful music)

Stash that shit.

Not there! Roll down your window.

Sorry.

Officer, did I do something wrong?

You realize you're driving without a license plate, right?

It was stolen last night and I haven't had a chance to get to the DMV today.

License and registration.

[Dispatcher] All units in the vicinity of Vine and Lot, please be advised of a possible 10-35.

Suspects are on foot-- License and registration.

Yup, I got it.

[Dispatcher] Suspects are described as black males ages 15 to 20 wearing jeans and a hoodies.

You know what?

It's your lucky night.

Get that plate first thing in the morning.

I will.

I told you not to put it in there.

Shit.

[Dispatcher] Traveling south on Lot.

Suspects could be armed.

All officers proceed with caution.

This is Pearce.

Blocks away, en route.

(siren blaring)

Not that.

Give me that.

What's the matter with you?

(tires squealing)

Suspect spotted on foot, heading east on (mumbles).

Requesting back up.

(siren blaring) (intense orchestral music)

(tires squealing) (gate clattering)

(people chattering)

Freeze!

Don't move!

On your knees, hands on your head!

On your knees, hands on your head!

Now!

Don't do it, don't do it!

(gunshot blasting)

(Pearce sighing)

(Jessica scolding faintly)

(Pearce sighing)


(Jessica scolding faintly)


(Pearce sighing)

(glass shattering)

(suspenseful music)


(rock music) (billiard balls clattering)

(knocking on bar) The usual?

Hey.

All right.

Come on, Pearce.

You can't sit there.

Yeah? Okay.

(suspenseful music)

Trey Bell pronounced dead at the scene, sustained five gunshots center mass.

Your shots were fired when the deceased ignored several warnings shouted out and pulled out a six round 38 caliber firearm.

Found on the deceased were a pack of gum, backpack with some notebooks, keys, and a cell phone.

The gun was taken to police forensics.

It was found to have not been fired.

The serial number had been filed off and it could not be traced.

This material was all brought up at the hearing.

Why is it being brought up again?

As you were aware, detective, the court has acquitted you on all charges.

However, as the disciplinary board, we have our own set of guidelines and standards to follow in situations like this.

It's the board's decision you be placed on paid psychiatric leave for six months.

When you return to work, you'll be assigned to administrative duties for 12 months.

No, I did nothing wrong.

I'm not a desk jockey.

I'm a detective, I'm a good one.

I've been acquitted of all charges.

Detective, you are no doubt aware of the publicity surrounding this case.

To be clear, you are not being punished.

We are simply waiting for public opinion to die down and in so doing, protecting the reputation of this police department.

In doing so, we also believe that we are protecting you, detective.

Since when did supporting the media's agenda overpower the rights of a decorated officer?!

That's enough, detective.

We're on your side.

You can sit down now.

No, you're not on my side!

You're covering your own asses!

Sit down, detective.

You know about this, suits, huh?

You need to sit down now.

(phone vibrating) (phone ringing)

(people chattering) (upbeat music)

(phone vibrating) (phone ringing)

Fuck you, phone.

Detective.

Pearce, where the hell you been, man?

I've been calling you for days.

Doing some paperwork.

[Detective Saks] What?

Where are you right now?

I'm in a meeting with Jack.

What do you want, partner?

Just wondering if you had a moment 'cause we need to talk.

I'm listening.

[Detective Saks] They want me to testify.

Want you to testify what?

Yeah, testify in your civil suit.

What are you talking about?

Your civil suit.

If you answered your damn phone, you'd know what I was talking about.

Look, this is serious, Pearce.

The Bell family, they're suing you for damages and loss of life.

Pearce?! Yeah.

[Detective Saks] Can you hear me?

I'm here.

Look, the family, they're making this out to be a racial profile shooting.

Okay?

The departments asking several officers from your past to come in and testify.

What the fuck is this, Saks?

I'm not a god damn racist!

I didn't do anything wrong.

I'm a good detective.

All I've done is-- Look, I know, I know that.

You don't have to convince me of this, okay?

You and I, we've been doing this a long time together, brother.

They're always out for the money, man.

And they want to burn me to the ground.

Where are you, man?

You at the (mumbles)?

I can come pick you up right now, okay?

I gotta go.

Shit.

(glass shattering) Hey!

Buddy, what are you doing?!

You're cut off, man.

You gotta go.

Hey!

Hey, you can't take that bottle!

Hey, buddy!

Asshole.

(somber piano music)

(tires squealing) (horn honking)

Watch where you're going! Fuck!

Open your eyes!

(somber music)

(phone beeping)

[Dispatcher] Call center, please state your ID.

This is Detective Pearce from the 14th, batch 5-5-2-5.

[Dispatcher] Go ahead, detective.

Yeah, I need a follow up address from a recent case.

[Dispatcher] I'm sorry, detective.

You know we don't provide that type of information here.


Damn it.

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)


Are you heading to bed?

Yeah.

I wish you wouldn't drink that stuff.

Me neither.

Nothing's gonna bring our boy back, Ethan.

And that stuff's just adding to the pain and distancing us.

I know, baby.

Baby, I know.

It probably makes things worse.

Which parent thinks that they're gonna outlive their children?

I have a hard time thinking of anything else.

You should come tomorrow to the bereavement meetings with me.

You know I have a tough time talking to strangers and sharing my feelings and all that.

You didn't have a tough time talking to me when I was a stranger.

Yeah, that's 'cause you was fine as hell though.

(laughing)

Trey would want you to be happy.

Yeah.

That boy sure could make me laugh.

(laughing)

It's gonna take time and we have to be strong for Damon and Dom.

Okay?

Yeah.

Plus, that stuff makes you a little grumpy, just a little bit grumpy.

What's wrong with grumpy?

(laughing)

I'm gonna head to bed before you start calling me sleepy, or happy, or one of them little motherfuckers.

Okay.

I'm just gonna finish tidying up.

I'll be up soon, okay?

Okay, I love you baby.

I love you.

All right. Okay.

It'll be 49.20, buddy.

All right, thanks.

Hey, that's 50 bucks, man!

[Detective Pearce] Yeah, keep the change.

(Pearce sighing)


(gate clattering)


(knocking on door)

Ethan!

Who is it?

Mrs. Bell?

(Imani screaming)

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Ethan!

Ethan!

(thudding) (Pearce groaning)

Get somewhere safe.

(Pearce groaning)

Fuck.

Call 9-1-1.

Mr. and Mrs. Bell?

I'm just here to apologize.

Don't call the police please.

Just put the gun down.

You kill our son and you come into our home?

To what, tie up loose ends?

No.

No, god no, no.

Why the gun?

I'm a detective.

I carry a gun.

A detective court ordered to stay the hell away from us.

I'm not here to hurt either of you, okay?

I just want to apolog--

(thudding)

[Imani] Ethan!

Freeze!

Don't move!

On your knees, hands on your head!

[Imani] Ethan.

On your knees, hands on your head!

Ethan, stop! Don't do it, don't do it!

(thudding)

[Imani] Ethan, stop!

Just call the police.

Don't call the cops.

Please.

Okay.

I'm gonna leave and no one has to know I was here.

Please.

I've lost everything.

You've lost everything?

You took everything from us.

You stole our son!

And then you enter our home illegally and for what?

Why are you here?

I just wanted to apologize.

Apologize?

Only those who are guilty need to apologize.

Do you have something you want to apologize for?

Is there something you want to admit, like killing my baby for no reason in cold blood and then you planted a gun on him?

No. Yeah.

Nuh-uh, nuh-uh.

I know you did it.

You have no idea what it's like out there, okay?

I put my life on the line every day for people like you.

And what's the thanks I get?

I'm being demoted.

I'm losing my family.

I'm losing the respect of everyone for what?

It was an accident.

An accident?

You know that's bullshit!

I lay awake every night for four months, four months of torture, tossing and turning, consumed with emptiness,

thinking of all the ways I could kill you.

And here you are now.

You have the gun.

Now's your chance.

(suspenseful music)

(gunshots blasting)

Ethan?

Ethan?

I will not tarnish my son's memory with revenge.

You're not worth it.

I thought you said you came here to apologize.

[Imani] I don't want to hear that, Ethan.

Let him speak.

Speak.

I did what I was trained to do.

Why would you shoot?

He was just a kid, you know?

He was a good kid.

He wouldn't hurt anyone.

He had a gun. Bullshit!

There's no chance my baby had a gun.

That's a damn lie.

We know our boy.

He was an artist, not a criminal.

There's more to it and I know you're lying.

I never meant to hurt anyone, okay?

But now it's like I have the plague.

I go from being a respected public servant to being the media's new story of the week, soon to be forgotten while my life is left in ruins.

Can you even hear yourself?

You took the life of another human being, a child.

And all you can do is stand here and talk about yourself and your public image.

You remorseless piece of shit.

Do you think I feel bad?

What do you want me to say, that I could have done it differently?

I followed protocol.

I was just doing my job.

You are not the victim here.

You killed my son!

You killed my son!

Our son.

You didn't come here to apologize, so what did you come here for?

Look, what's done is done.

What?

Why are we dragging this out?

Why make the situation worse?

Worse?

How can it get any worse?

You come into our home harassing us after ripping out of soul?

I had enough of your shit.

I'm calling the cops.

We'll let the cops decide.

Okay, you call the police, but you're the one with the gun.

That's my gun.

Hm?

How are you gonna explain that?

Look in the mirror.

Who are they gonna believe?

I didn't do anything.

I didn't hurt anyone.

I just came here to talk and you attacked me.

Ethan.

No.

I refuse to give up my rights.

I'm an American citizen in my own home!

You're not gonna kill a cop.

Maybe.

Maybe not,

but I could.

Nobody is killin' anybody.

And I'd have every god damn right to do so and it's but a little bit too late for that, isn't it?

But it's not too late now.

Please.

You're not just a cop.

You're the man that killed our son.

(phone ringing)

It's Damon.

Leave it.

He will worry if we don't pick up.

You need to leave our house.

Yeah, you give me my gun back.

You ain't getting your god damn gun back.

Ethan.

Give me my gun back and I'll go.

Hell no.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Mom, I got the offer.

Oh, that's nice.

That's nice?

That means I'm moving back.

I got the tenure.

Now I can help you and pops more with the house.

That's wonderful, dear.

Can we talk tomorrow?

Mom, did you hear what I said?

I got the tenure.

I'm moving back home.

(thudding) (Imani gasping)

What was that?

Mom, are you listening to me?

I'm watching TV with your father.

I'll give him the news, okay?

Ain't the TV broken and I've been tenured.

Is everything okay?

Your dad fixed the TV.

Dad hasn't fixed anything in his life.

He called someone to fix the TV.

I'm gonna call you tomorrow, okay?

I love you, son.

(phone beeping)

You stupid.

Who's Damon?

He's our son.

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

He calls every night.

This is wrong.

This is wrong!

(upbeat music) (people chattering)

(phone vibrating) (faint moaning)

(Sienna laughing)

(phone vibrating) (faint moaning)

Dom?

[Sienna] Dom's kinda busy.

Hey, Sienna.

Can you grab a brother for a second?

Oh, sure.

Where do you want me to grab him?

(Sienna laughing)

Ha-ha-ha, you got jokes.

Seriously though, can you put him on the phone for a sec?

Yeah, yeah, you're no fun.

Yeah, what up, bro?

Yo man, listen.

I need you to head over to mom and dad's crib real quick.

Why?

It's like 10 o'clock, man.

Ain't they asleep by now?

No.

I just spoke to mom and I gave her some really exciting news and she acted all weird and shit.

I don't know.

Dam, come on, man.

You're trippin' for nothing right now.

And besides, I'm kicking with Sienna tonight.

You know what's up.

Man, just shut up and head over to the crib please.

Take 10 minutes out of your night, okay?

And just, I don't know, just check on 'em and then you can get back to whatever it is you and Sienna were doing.

Besides, you can drop off that 50 spot you owe me.

Whatever, cock block.

You can get your damn loot when I see your ass at Christmas.

Matter of fact, forget that.

I'm gonna keep that 50 for gas now.

Later, bitch.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. What?

Make sure you holla at me when you get there so I know everything's 100, all right?

All right, you bet.

Peace.

(upbeat music) (people chattering)

Hey, babe.

I gotta roll out for a few minutes.

What, why?

I'll be a few minutes.

It's Dam.

He's worried about my mom again.

He's always worried.

Ever since he moved cross country, he's been worried.

I know.

But ever since Trey's, well, ain't nobody been the same.

I'll be like a half hour at the most.

Okay, well if you're leaving, I'm coming.

(laughing) No, because you, my dear, have been drinking, and you know my mom don't play with that booze stuff.

Oh god, I know.

Okay, I'll wait in the car.

We need more wine.

We can grab some on the way back.

All right, that works.

Hurry up and go get ready then.

The movie's waiting.

You mean the chill part.

(Dom laughing)

That too.

(rap music) (Sienna laughing)

Okay, it is not just for hook ups.

I've been to two swipe right weddings.

Whoa.

Well, I've been to like three Black Planet weddings.

Beat that.

(Sienna laughing)

You know, speaking of weddings, my parents are so happy your parents are coming down for their 20th anniversary party next weekend.

I'm just glad my dad really likes you.

(Sienna laughing)

For real, huh?

Yeah.

Works for me.

Oh, I love this jam.

My sister and I used to make dance routines and perform them for our parents and this was one of them.

My brothers and I used to do that same thing.

Yeah, Dam was always the lead singer and he'd make Trey and I be his back up dancers.

(Sienna laughing)

♪ She's playing hard, won't let me hit it ♪

♪ Let's say you're committed ♪

♪ Then again ♪

♪ My body lookin' hard and I can just feel it ♪

♪ I ain't got nobody ♪ So, you got some moves?

Yeah, yeah, I got some moves.

All in due time.

(Sienna laughing)

Well, you should show me some of those moves by (mumbles).

Be careful now.

(Sienna laughing)

♪ Feel the music ♪

(Pearce muttering)

Look would you made me do.

I just wanted to talk, not this.

Talk?

You came here on your own guilt, nothing more, so just say what you have to say and leave.

It's not that simple now, is it?

You two have turned this into something it didn't need to be!

Us two?

You came into our house and you attacked my wife!

I didn't attack anybody.

I wanted to stop her from screaming so I could explain.

Explain what?!

How you set up our son and killed him in cold blood?

Is that what you came here to explain, detective?!

I didn't set him up.

He had a gun.

My son would have never had a gun on him.

He was not that type of person.

Well, maybe you didn't know your kid as well as you think you did.

You people are all the same. Oh, there it is.

What was that?

You people?

I was just doing my job.

Okay?

And now I can't leave my house without being called a racist.

I'm chained to my desk at work.

My wife barely talks to me.

But I guess that's what happens when a white man shoots a black criminal.

He's called a racist.

Get out!

Get out.

Just leave our home please.

Just leave.

We won't say a word, like you said.

What's done is done

and you're free to go with no worry or repercussion.

Please just leave our family alone.

If either of you say a word of this to anyone,

what's left of my life is over and I will have nothing to lose.

Do you understand that?

We have nothing to gain by calling the police.

We just want to be left alone.

You have our word.

We understand.

Please just leave.

(suspenseful music)

(knocking on door) Mom, mom?

Who the hell is that?

Who the hell is that?!

Hey, ma, pops? No, no.

Dam be trippin', told me to come by.

What's going on?

What the hell's he doing here?

Everything's okay.

He's just leaving.

He only came by to talk, okay?

Everything is okay.

Everything don't look all right to me, ma.

It's fine, son.

It's fine.

Just let the detective leave.

Yeah, it's--

He ain't supposed to be here.

There's a broken table.

And pops, you got blood on your mouth.

Put the phone down, Dom.

There's no need to call anyone.

He's just leaving, okay?

The question is how come none of y'all ain't call the police yet?

There's no need to call anyone

'cause I was just here to set things right.

Set things right?

You don't get to set things right.

You ain't even supposed to be near my parents, and that's court orders!

You're right.

That's why I'm gonna go.

I didn't want to cause any trouble--

Damn right, you shouldn't be here!

And yeah, you need to leave in handcuffs.

Dom, we're fine, honey.

Just listen to your parents, son, okay?

There's no need to call anyone.

Just drop the phone.

Don't!

Don't touch me, man.

And I for damn sure ain't your son.

You got that?

Put the phone down.

Detective, please. Hang up the phone, son.

[Imani] Please, please, please.

Put it down.

(Imani crying) Detective?

9-1-1, what is your emer-- Put it down.

(phone beeping)

(phone vibrating)

Okay.

You cancel that call.

Cancel it and tell them it was a mistake.

Tell them it was a mistake.

Do it now.

Dom.

And play it nice.

[Dispatcher] 9-1-1, what is your emergency?

Hello.

Yeah, sorry about the confusion.

A kid got hold of the phone.

It won't happen again.

[Dispatcher] Okay, sir.

Thank you.

Please be more careful next-- (phone beeping)

Get over with your parents.

Move.

(thudding) What are you doing?!

Easy, kid.

I'm still a cop.

Just let the detective go.

Oh no.

Did you really think it was gonna help the situation having your son stop by, huh?

I didn't ask anyone to stop by.

You created this situation.

You can end it by leaving.

Doesn't seem that easy anymore with your little hero busting through the door.

No one wants any more problems.

We already said we wouldn't say anything.

What do you mean, pops?

You a murderer and a racist, man!

Dom.

Oh yeah, that's real easy to say when the situation is reversed, isn't it?

I mean, who's really the victim here?

All anyone hears is white cop.

I didn't have a choice and I was guilty before I even pulled the friggin' trigger!

Don't play that victim shit with me, man.

I mean, why are you even here in the first place?

Can't sleep?

I get it.

Flashes of murder revolving around that tiny little head of yours, huh?

Yeah, it's real haunting, I'm sure.

Dom, enough.

The situation's already way out of control.

(phone vibrating)


Hello?

Where are you?

You were supposed to be here hours ago.

Once a week.

You get your daughter once a week and you manage to screw that up?

Just stop, stop.

Sorry, okay?

Something came up.

It's important.

What's more important than your daughter?

She's six.

She needs her father.

You know, you can mess up your own life but I will not let you mess up hers.

Sorry.

I messed up.

I know, but you can make up for it if you just--

No, no, no.

I'm messed up.

What did you do?

Where are you?

Just trying to figure this thing out.

Well, you better figure it out soon

'cause we might lose our house and then when are we supposed to go then, Tom?

No, no.

You know?

Saks told me.

Look, I just need some more time.

I'm talking to them.

Everything's gonna be okay.

[Jessica] Jason...

I didn't do anything wrong, did I?

[Jessica] I can't go back in time.

I know, but how do I fix things?

Fix us?

No, just fix everything?

Just stop.

Stop drinking, stop running away, and then maybe one day, we can heal and forgive each other for what we said,

if not for us, for Callie's sake.

So you forgive me?

I don't know.

I don't know if they'll forgive me.

Not now.

They're afraid.

Who?

[Callie] Mama?

I'm in here, baby.

We woke up Callie.

I'm just on the phone with papa.

I'm gonna come tuck you back in.

But I want to talk to papa.

[Jessica] She wants to talk to you.

No.

No, Jess.

I can't talk right now, please.

[Jessica] She was waiting for you to tuck her in.

Jess, please.

[Callie] Hi, papa.

Hey, princess.

Are you at work?

Yeah.

It's work.

[Callie] You said you'd be (mumbles) with me tonight.

I'm so sorry, baby.

When are you coming here?

You just need to go back to bed, princess, okay?

I'll see you soon.

[Callie] Are you coming now?

No, not now.

I got a new Stella book.

Oh yeah?

Okay, say bye to papa. Good night, papa.

Good night, Callie.

I love you.

Love you, papa.

[Jessica] Jason, let's talk tomorrow.

I love her so much.

I know you do.

If anything happened to her, I don't know if I could forgive myself.

Nothing's gonna happen to her.

You just need to go to bed now and sleep it off.

Yeah.

No, no, please, please.

I should go.

(phone beeping)

Okay, time for bed.

Mommy, are you okay?

Of course, I'm okay.

Why would you ask that?

Because you won't let papa come home.

Papa just needs his own time right now.

Did papa do something wrong?

Is that why you're mad at him?

I'm not mad at papa.

He's mad at himself.

How can you be mad at yourself?

I hope you never have to find out.

Okay?

Now, time for bed.

You just climb right in here.

You're a father?

How old is your daughter?

She's six.

She means everything to me.

I know how you feel.

So did my son.

Enough of this sentimental bullshit!

You're just a coward and a racist, man.

Come on.

This has nothing to do with race.

This has everything to do with race!

I'm not a racist.

My whole career has been based on cleaning up your neighborhood, protecting your kids, basically protecting you from yourselves.

Oh yeah?

Like how you protected my bruv?

Your brother was a criminal.

Oh yeah.

But all black men are criminals to you.

Ain't that right?

I've been surrounded by black people my whole life.

You murder them too?

Dom. Enough.

Baby, please.

No.

There's a reason why my brother's dead.

It's because a white cop saw a black kid and had the typical reaction.

Aw yeah, look at that black kid.

He must be trouble.

You weren't there.

I didn't need to be!

'Cause it's always the same goddamn thing.

The white kid gets away with a warning.

You gonna shoot this fucker?

Now!

While the black kid.

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot blasting)

He don't even get the warning shot.

Dom. Please stop.

No! Dom!

I'm sorry, ma, but I'm sick of this.

See, good young black men like Trey have a hard enough time trying to survive in they own hood, let alone getting slaughtered in the streets because some white man just afraid.

We know this, son.

Your father and I have lived with this our entire lives.

Well then, mama-- You're right, son,

but this isn't helping.

It's not.

What are you hoping to gain from being here?

Your only option is to leave.

Impossible.

You're stealing my life.

Stealing your life?

I just want to forget all this, but you can't drop it!

Is this what this is about?

The lawsuit?

Money?

This is about my life, my family's life, my reputation.

You've already made that quite clear.

This is why you shouldn't be here and why you should leave.

Just leave.

Can you really put a price on a life?

What happened happened.

It was an accident.

No one was at fault, but I'm paying for it because I'm white.

It was an accident?

Hold up.

I thought you said he had a gun.

You fucking liar!

Don't! Come on!

Don't be stupid, kid.

Stop, Dominic, I can't lose you too.

Please, please.

I didn't come here to kill anybody.

(horn honking) (suspenseful music)

Who is out there?

I don't know.

Don't lie to me, kid.

It could be anybody.

In the car parked right in front of the house.

Who is it?

Look, man.

She ain't got nothing to do with this.

You should have thought of that before you brought her here.

She ain't gonna be any trouble.

You need to make her leave now.

She's waiting on me.

What do you want me to do?

You need to make her leave now.

Walk!


What's taking so long?

If you were gonna have a visit, maybe you could have invited me in.

I'm sorry, babe.

My parents ain't really feeling too well tonight.

Is everything okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Everything's fine.

I'm gonna just hang around for a little while and make sure they get to bed okay.

Tell you what.

Take the car, right?

Go pick up some of that wine you like, head back to the spot.

I'mma hook up with you later.

They're not really up for a full visit tonight.

That's all.

Oh, okay.

Are you sure everything's all right?

No! (intense music)

Get outta here!

(Imani crying)

(thudding) (men groaning)

[Imani] Ethan!

Pops!

Get off!

Get off!

(Sienna moaning)

(intense music)

(gunshot blasting) (Sienna moaning)

[Imani] No!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Baby!

(Sienna moaning) (Dom shushing)

It's okay, it's okay. Oh, baby.

Don't!

Sit down!

(Sienna moaning) (Dom moaning)

Sit down, sit down!

Slow your breath. It's okay, it's okay.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

(siren blaring)

Don't I know you?

I'm sure, John.

Don't you remember?

We woke up beside each other just the other day.

Oh yeah.

Yeah, I know you.

You don't know anybody.

What a jerk.

(phone ringing)

I just gotta take this.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Jessica.

Everything okay?

Yeah, I think so.

I just got off the phone with--

[John] I didn't do anything.

[Jessica] And what have you gotten yourself into?

[John] You got the wrong guy.

You want to shut up?

This is a phone.

I'm on it.

You're in there, I'm out here.

Hey, Jess, sorry about that.

Everything okay?

I'm just worried about Jason.

Yeah, hey, you know what?

We all are, okay?

But don't worry.

He'll push through this.

All kinds of officers deal with these same demons whenever they're in a shooting.

I know.

I'm just worried.

Maybe you can check up on him tonight.

He's been drinking again.

Yeah, I will.

I will.

I gotta run.

Okay.

(Sienna moaning) Okay.

Just try to slow your breath, slow your breath.

(shushing) Just slow your breathing, okay?

Just try to relax.

Try to relax.

I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

She needs help. I know, I know.

[Jason] Drop the phone.

She needs an ambulance, man.

No ambulance!

Put the phone down!

You could bleed out and die and nobody gonna care, but my girl ain't dyin' tonight!

(thudding) (Dom grunting)

No phones, no cops, not now!

(thudding)

(Sienna moaning)

Fuck!

I have to figure this out.

Fuck.

(Sienna moaning) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Take a seat, pops.

No.

She needs medical attention and you're not letting us call an ambulance.

So I'm grabbing a first aid kit and it's in that room back there.

No one leaves my sight.

Well then you can come with me where I'm about to go.

Take a seat!

Where are they gonna go?

Sit down!

Take a seat!

Sit down!

She needs help!

You, hey, you, (snapping fingers) come with me.

(Jason shushing)

Nobody fucking moves.

Nobody talks.

You understand?

[Ethan] We understand.

Just hurry up.

Pops, you need to go get help.

I'm not leaving you guys alone with him.

No, I can take care of him.

If he was gonna do something, he would have done it already.

You guys are my life.

There's no way I'm leaving you alone with him.

Detective, Sienna is bleeding out.

We've got to call an ambulance.

There's nothing but loss on the other side of this.

No, it's too late for that.

It's not too late.

Think of your daughter.

That's all I think about.

Why do you think I came here in the first place?

Then let it end in a better way.

Just hurry up and get what you need.

[Imani] Look.

[Jason] Before they do something stupid.

Your daughter needs you.

She needs a father.

You can't read her bedtime stories from prison.

Enough!

Let's just grab the (mumbles) and let's go.

He's a coward.

Here.

(mumbles)

If she dies, you're gonna lose a lot more than a civil suit.

You scandalous piece of shit.

You're telling me my brother's dead and now she's shot 'cause you're worried about money?!

What, you think it's easy being a white cop in this neighborhood?

She got shot because you, okay?

You came at me.

You couldn't just leave it alone.

You couldn't leave her alone.

And every time you people get pulled over or you're handed a ticket for jay walking, you pull the race card.

Only a mindset like that would try to make money off their own son's accidental death.

You're disgusting.

How else are us lower class supposed to get justice?

With a system that's so corrupt that you cops get away with murder?

You see, there you go again, pops.

You're pulling the race card, okay?

I'm not a racist.

I just call it the way I see it and I see a lot day in and day out.

Hearing excuses coming from every direction, blaming the system for all your problems as I walk down the street waiting to get shot in the back, waiting for one of your little knives to stick me with a needle while I protect you from yourselves.

It's got nothing to do with color.

A spade is a spade.

Hm, is that so?

You are a racist, man.

You can't even call it for what it is.

Ignorant ass bitch.

You don't even realize everyone on the outside looking in.

All we see is how you spew hate with your music, hating one another, disrespecting women, glorifying murder and crime.

Yeah?

You've been dealt a shitty hand, but slavery is over.

It's time to move on!

You know, you want change?

Change starts with all of you.

So don't blame me for an environment you choose to support.

You explain that.

You'd like nothing more than for me to be a racist so you can justify your white cop hating agenda.

[Ethan] Dom.

He's not worth it.

Focus on Sienna.

For the record, I don't hate all white cops, just the corrupt power tripping ones like you.

See, while you all, how'd you put it, call it as you see it, I call it how it really is.

It's not too late to save Sienna.

If you're truly sorry for taking my boy's life, then please don't take any more of my family from us.

I know her father and he loves her just as much as you love your daughter.

Don't rob him of a life with her.

Listen.

I'll trade my testimony for Sienna's life.

You gotta know it's the only way, right?

I won't trade my life for a situation you put me in.

I won't go down for this.

Your only hope is to do the right thing.

You're right.

Once again, I'm the one left making all the hard choices.

It's time for me to clean up this mess.

Sit down!

[Female Speaker] Your last chance for a double shot extra caramel macchiato.

[Detective Saks] Yeah, no.

Plus, I need to check in on Pearce.

[Jason] Hello?

Pearce, hey!

[Jason] Saks.

I fucked up.

Brother, we all fuck up sometimes, man.

What's going on?

No.

This is bad.

Just breathe okay, honey?

[Jason] I'm losing everything.

Hey, you know what?

Half of these lawsuits are settled outside of court anyway, man.

Everything will be fine.

Trust me.

Court's the least of my worries now.

Okay, well, Jessica's been calling me.

We're worried.

I mean, you want me to come pick you up?

You gotta sleep this one off or what?

I just had to set things right.

I just wanted to talk, not this.

I shouldn't have come.

Pearce, where are you right now?

I never meant for any of this.

Saks. What?

If anything happens to me, you remember our deal.

Our deal?

Pearce, what are you say-- (phone beeping)

What the hell are you talking about?

Our deal?

(phone ringing) Just keep your head back.

It's gonna be okay.

(Sienna whimpering)

Come on.

Shit.

(horn honking)

Hey, come on, let's go!

(horn honking)

Come on, let's go! What?

Let's go!

I just ordered a coffee! Let's move!

Our deal?

You know, you owe me $6.

That was a caramel latte I was waiting for.

Our deal, our deal?

What the hell are you up to, Pearce?

Our deal?

What is our deal?

Shit, he's gotta be in some kind of trouble because he said if anything were to ever go down, I'm supposed to take care of his family and he'd take care of mine.

That's our deal.

So that means some kind of shit's going down.

That's what that means.

So we need to head back to the office.

We'll get you a coffee some other time.

You gonna be all right?

Oh, fuck you.

Get up.

Get down, get down.

Come here. No!

Get over there! (Imani yelling)

[Imani] No!

[Jason] Fuck over there!

(Sienna whimpering) (intense music)

(Jason screaming)

[Detective Saks] Sit tight, I'll be right back.

Can you grab me a-- (door slamming)

A coffee?

Thanks, partner.

Come on.

(phone ringing) (people chattering)


Hey, Saks.

I didn't think you'd be here.

Since you are, do you want to take a look at this?

You know what?

I'm actually off the clock.

I'm just looking into something.

Yeah, all right.

(phone ringing) (people chattering)

(phone ringing) (phone vibrating)

Hello?

Hey, Jessica.

Hey, it's Saks.

Listen, sorry to bother you.

Saks, what time is it?

I was just wondering if you'd heard from Pearce.

Not since I talked to you.

What's happening?

Nothing.

It's probably nothing.

You would be calling me at this time if it wasn't something.

What's going on?

Pearce called me earlier, sounded worried, kinda like he got himself into some trouble or something.

And then he just hung up and I've just been trying to call his phone and I just get voicemail, that's all.

Well, where is he?

You know what?

I'm not sure, but I have an idea and I'm gonna go check it out.

Okay.

Well, call me when you find him.

Absolutely.

(suspenseful music)

I need rope, zap straps, anything to tie you up.

We don't have any of that stuff.

Well then get me shoelaces.

Now!

Come on, hurry.

There isn't much time.

What do you mean there isn't much time?

Sit down.

So, what now?

You're just gonna let my girl bleed out and kill us all?

Is that part of the master plan?

Yeah, something like that.

Don't make it worse.

He ain't gonna kill us, pops.

He's have done it already.

Punk bitch.

Why tie us up?

That's enough, kid, unless you want to be the first to go.

Hurry up!

Sit down.

Unlace all of these.

Go on, hurry.

Okay, you tie him up first.

No, not in front.

Behind.

Don't play games with me.

Good.

Okay, you do him now.

(Dom grunting) (Imani gasping)

Are you messing with me?

Are you messing with me?!

No.

Tie him up tighter.

Tie him up tighter. Okay.

Okay, now you do him.

Hey, no, wait here, no, turn around.

Turn around.

It's okay.

Okay.

Now, sit down back there.

(phone ringing)

Fuck.

(phone ringing)

You're a popular guy.

Not a fucking word.

(phone ringing)

Jess?

Jason, what's going on?

Saks called me.

Are you in trouble?

What have you gotten yourself into?

I made a mistake and now I'm paying for a bad decision.

What did you do?

All I've ever done was try to protect you and Callie, to give you a proper life different from theirs.

You're scaring me, Jason.

Just listen to me, okay?

Just listen.

I haven't told everyone the truth.

I haven't told the whole truth.

[Dom] What is the real truth?!

That you planted that gun on Trey?!

Who is that?

Where are you?

Jess, Jess, I have to go.

No, don't you hang up on me.

Callie?

It's papa.

He's on the phone and he wants to talk to you.

Don't do this.

[Jessica] Take it.

[Callie] Papa, are you coming home?

Callie.

You should be in bed.

Could you put mommy back on the phone please?

I was sleeping, silly.

Mommy woke me up.

I have a recital.

Are you coming?

I'm sorry, princess, I can't come.

I have to go on a trip.

Where are you going?

Can I come?

No, baby, you can't come on this trip.

I have to go alone for a little while, okay?

But I'm gonna come home real soon.

Listen, I want you to be a big girl and you take care of mommy for me.

Can you do that, princess?

Okay, papa, I will.

Good.

I love you, Callie. Love you, papa.

Papa, he loves you so much, okay?

You go back to sleep, okay honey?

Jason, what's happening?

You can't run away from us.

She needs you.

I need you.

Everything I did was to protect us.

I won't let these people ruin our lives.

If it wasn't this kid, it would have been another.

(mumbles)

Let him speak.

He's digging his own grave.

What difference does it make if he runs his mouth?

Ain't nobody gonna believe us.

You're right, son, but they will believe him.

Look.

We had 'em installed after Trey.

Your mother wanted to feel safe.

(suspenseful music)

Jess.

I have to go.

I love you, both of you, to no end.

I'm sorry.

(phone beeping)

(suspenseful music)

No, no!

Is that recording?

It looks to be your confession.

Fuck!

(Jason grunting) (Imani whimpering)

Where is the recording?

Tell me where the fuck it is!

I wouldn't know anything about it.

Sorry, officer.

[Jason] Maybe a bullet to your pop's head will make you--

No!

You hurt him or any other member of my family, I swear to god, I will personally--

Personally do what?!

Huh?!

Leave him alone!

Pops will be easier to convince.

Get up! No, no!

Get the fuck up.

No. Let him go!

Let him go, man!

(Imani crying) (Sienna moaning)

It's gonna be okay.

Hang in there.

We're gonna help.

Okay, honey? Leave him alone!

Hey!

It looks like it's just you and I Monday, so what do you say we just make this simple?

You tell me where the recording is.

I'll leave and you guys are safe.

No one's safe with you on those streets.

No one else needs to get hurt.

Just tell me where the fucking recording is and let's be done with it!

Kill us all, but your confession will be heard.

You have no power in this house.

Leave now and make a run for it while you still can.

One last time.

Tell me now or your wife is next in line and I will take everything from you.

You already have.

You killed my boy and you're not getting away from that.

You have nowhere to run.

It's over.

(thudding)

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Okay.

Who's next?

What did you do to my pops?

No!

The same thing I'm gonna do to your mom if you don't fucking speak up.

Psychotic pig!

You ain't gotta do this, man.

You just don't fucking give up, do you, kid?

Stay the fuck down.

Okay.

One more time.

One more time.

Where does that camera record to?

I don't know!

She's telling the truth.

Please.

(Jason yelling)

(furniture clattering)

I will burn this fucking house down if I have to!

That footage is not getting out, so speak the fuck up now!

No?

No?

No, no! (Sienna yelling)

Are you listening now?

Huh?

All right!

Enough, man!

That's enough.

I'll show you.

No, son, he'll just kill us.

Just let him go.

Let 'em all go and I'll show you where it records.

You ain't gonna find it without me, man.

(Jason laughing)

(Sienna screaming)

You don't have room to negotiate, so speak up now!

Stop!

I have the clips.

It's right here.

Pops, no!

Ethan.

Just let my family go.

Finally, something smart from one of you.

You people are stubborn as fucking hell, all of you!

You know I have to kill all of you, right?

Look, you have what you want.

Just leave us alone.

You still don't get it.

I'm doing the world a favor getting rid of you people.

You're poison, an infection.

See, I never had a problem with your kind until I moved here and started watching you steal, and loot, and kill each other, and breed where you don't belong.

That's why you killed my brother?

Huh?

I killed your brother because he was a criminal.

He was guilty from the moment he decided to hang out at all hours of the night with a bunch of gang bangers, drinking, causing trouble, stealing, breaking into cars, anything that gave him money without working for it.

See, that's your fucking M-O.

I work protecting you thugs while you live off my money.

Huh?

Hardly seems fair, does it?

Trey wasn't a criminal.

You planted that gun.

You, and you alone!

Covert or not, you're racist.

Yeah.

Well, I guess we'll never know.

Okay, enough chatting.

Who's first?

You, mother-- (gunshot blasting)

No, no!

(men grunting) (intense music)

(crying) No, baby.

(Ethan grunting) Baby.

(men grunting) (intense music)

(glass shattering) (thudding)

(men grunting) (intense music)

(Ethan grunting) Are you okay?

Go help Sienna.

(Ethan grunting)

No, no.

(men grunting) (intense music)


(gunshot blasting)

Fuck!

(Dom grunting)

Give me the card.

Go to hell!

Give me the fucking card!

You're a stupid fuck!

You just couldn't leave it alone!

I just wanted to be with my family.

No one forced you into the fucking ghetto.

This place became the ghetto when you people moved in here.

Your fucking homeland is a diseased fucked up war torn wasteland because that's what happens when you're left to yourselves.

And now you want to do it to my country?!

And my daughter will have to grow up without a father, you stupid fucking nigger!

A spade is a spade, huh?

Get off me, man.

Hey, Pearce.

What are you doing here, brother?

Hey, he's got a gun.

[Jason] It wasn't my fault.

Look, I'm not sure what's going on, okay, but I'm sure we'll work it out, okay?

It wasn't my fault!

There's no need for the gun.

Pearce, did you hear her?

Just drop the weapon, okay?

Pearce, drop the weapon.

Like I said, I'm not sure what's happening right now, but this, this isn't the answer, okay?

You gotta be smart here.

You gotta think, okay?

Think about Jessica, all right?

Think about Callie.

Can you do that for me?

You remember our deal?

What?

Remember our deal!

Don't.

Don't! Don't do it!

(people chattering) (sneakers squeaking)

Trey!

Trey, come on!

Come on, Trey!

Don't move!

On your knees, hands on your head!

On your knees, hands on your head!

On your knees, hands on your head!

Now, don't do it, don't do it!

(gunshots blasting)


(siren blaring)

Hey, hey.

(mumbles)

Dom!

(Imani crying) (Dom wincing)

Sienna, Sienna?

She's okay.

(somber piano music)


(moves to downbeat orchestral music)