| 1. | |
| OPEN ON: | |
| Desert. | |
| 2 EXT. CURSED EARTH - DAY 2 | |
| Blasted rock and dust, as far as the eye can see. | |
| VOICE OVER | |
| America is an irradiated wasteland. | |
| A Cursed Earth, in which a single | |
| outpost of civilization remains. | |
| Stretching from Boston to | |
| Washington ... | |
| 3 EXT. CURSED EARTH/MEGA CITY ONE - CONTINUOUS 3 | |
| A vast walled city appears on the horizon. | |
| VOICE OVER | |
| ... Mega City One. | |
| 4 EXT. MEGA CITY ONE - CONTINUOUS 4 | |
| We fly over the city. | |
| On first glance, it looks comparable to its early Twenty | |
| First Century counterpart. A sprawl of low-rise buildings, | |
| with clusters of tall skyscrapers. | |
| But as we get closer, we realize that what looked like low- | |
| rise buildings are in fact skyscrapers, and what looked | |
| like high rise buildings are in fact the MEGA BLOCKS. | |
| Brutal concrete monoliths, jutting up out of pollution | |
| haze. Each operates like self-contained town. The higher | |
| levels are residential, housing tens of thousands. On the | |
| lower levels, there are schools, med centers, shops, | |
| restaurants, bars, and recreational facilities. | |
| Over this view of MEGA CITY ONE... | |
| FADE TO: | |
| 5 INT. HALL OF JUSTICE 5 | |
| 2. | |
| In a darkened room, with single light source, a man is | |
| putting on a uniform. | |
| In the darkness and artfully positioned lighting, his face | |
| is always hidden in total shadow. | |
| We see him - | |
| - zipping up boots. | |
| - clipping on utility belt. | |
| - pulling on gloves. | |
| - picking up his LAWGIVER GUN. | |
| As DREDD'S fist closes around it, an LED light by a small | |
| digital display flashes red. | |
| Then, on the digital display, a message appears: | |
| ID OK | |
| The LED Turns green. | |
| He holsters the weapon. | |
| Finally, he pulls his helmet down over his head. | |
| Now he moves in such a way that the light falls on his | |
| face. | |
| The top half of his features are hidden below a visor. | |
| The lower half, his mouth and chin, look as if they have | |
| been carved from rock. | |
| Title: | |
| DREDD | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 6 EXT. MEGA CITY ONE/ROAD - NIGHT 6 | |
| - a ribbon of road, through a canyon of mega blocks. | |
| DREDD rides down it, on a huge, fat-wheeled motorbike. | |
| His fist twists the throttle. | |
| 3. | |
| As he accelerates, we SWING AROUND to reveal - | |
| - DREDD is in hot pursuit of a vehicle. | |
| The pursuit takes place in the tunnels beneath and through | |
| the megablocks, and the open stretches of road fly-overs | |
| between. | |
| DREDD | |
| Dredd to Control. In pursuit of | |
| vehicle, sector thirteen, moving | |
| west up Wagner Drive. Driving | |
| erratic. Suspect driver is under | |
| influence of narcotics. | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| Copy, Dredd. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 7 INT. VEHICLE - CONTINUOUS 7 | |
| INSIDE THE VEHICLE - | |
| - suddenly everything is in SLOW MOTION, and the colors are | |
| unnaturally IRIDESCENT and BRIGHT. | |
| Inside, are three men. The DRIVER, the PASSENGER beside | |
| him, and a third man in the backseat - | |
| - who is jamming a clip into a small MACHINE GUN. | |
| The DRIVER turns in his seat, shouting something at the man | |
| behind - | |
| - but the words are too slow and slurred for us to | |
| understand. | |
| THEN the slow motion abruptly starts to speed up, and the | |
| colours start to lose their sparkle - returning to normal. | |
| We can now understand what the DRIVER is shouting. | |
| DRIVER | |
| - we've got a judge on our tail! | |
| Take him out or we're dead fucking | |
| meat! | |
| The SHOOTER takes a long hit on a small device like an | |
| asthma INHALER. On the side of the inhaler are the words | |
| SLO-MO. | |
| 4. | |
| As soon as the SHOOTER takes the hit from the inhaler - | |
| - the slow motion and iridescent colours return. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 9 EXT. MEGA CITY ONE/ROAD - CONTINUOUS 9 | |
| - outside the VEHICLE, as the SHOOTER leans out of the | |
| window of the vehicle ... | |
| ... and starts FIRING his machine-pistol at DREDD. | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| Do you require back up? | |
| DREDD | |
| (into radio) | |
| No. | |
| 10 INT. VEHICLE - CONTINUOUS 10 | |
| Inside the venichle, seen through the psychedelic filter of | |
| the narcotics, we see the driver swerve to avoid an | |
| oncoming venichle. | |
| In doing so, he mounts the pavement, and - | |
| - a PEDESTRIAN slams against the front windscreen. | |
| Then is sucked downwards, and dragged beneath the wheels. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 15 EXT. MEGA CITY ONE/ROAD - CONTINUOUS 15 | |
| DREDD. | |
| DREDD | |
| Control. The perps just wiped out | |
| an innocent. I'm taking them out. | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| Copy. | |
| FROM THE FRONT OF DREDD'S MOTORBIKE - | |
| 5. | |
| - twin canons either side of the front wheel suddenly blaze | |
| into life. | |
| Bullets rip into the vehicle, blowing out its back tyres. | |
| It is immediately thrown into a skid, slides sideways, then | |
| starts to roll. | |
| CUT TO - | |
| 20 INT. VEHICLE - CONTINUOUS 20 | |
| - inside the vehicle, in BRIGHT COLOURS and SLOW MOTION, as | |
| it rolls. | |
| CUT TO BLACK. | |
| Then FADE UP TO - | |
| - inside the wreckage of the vehicle. Normal speed. Normal | |
| colours. | |
| The vehicle is upside down. | |
| The DRIVER is still strapped into his seat, impaled on the | |
| broken steering column, twitching. | |
| Blood runs down from the DRIVER onto the corpse of his | |
| PASSENGER, who is crumpled up, limbs unnaturally folded | |
| like child's doll. | |
| The only living occupant is the SHOOTER. | |
| He picks himself up and wipes blood from his eyes. | |
| 22 EXT. MEGA CITY ONE/ROAD - CONTINUOUS 22 | |
| DREDD approaches the wreckage of the vehicle, handgun | |
| drawn. | |
| He pulls open the side door, and sees, past the bodies of | |
| the DRIVER and the PASSENGER, the opposite window. | |
| Which has been kicked out. | |
| And through the hole, DREDD spots the SHOOTER, sprinting | |
| towards the pedestrian entrance of a habitation block. | |
| CITIZENS are thronged around the entrance, and the SHOOTER | |
| fires into them to clear a path. | |
| 6. | |
| DREDD steps around the side of the wrecked vehicle, talking | |
| into his radio: | |
| DREDD | |
| Paramedics to my GPS. We have | |
| citizens down. | |
| DREDD lifts his gun. | |
| We see what DREDD is aiming at. | |
| The figure of the SHOOTER appears in glimpses through the | |
| crowd. Flashing in and out of view. | |
| To pick him off from here, through the shifting layers of | |
| innocent people, would be an incredible shot. | |
| But DREDD is clearly going to take it. | |
| DREDD | |
| Armour piercing. | |
| A setting on his firearm changes, | |
| He holds the gun level, completely still, waiting for the | |
| right moment. | |
| Then fires - just a single round. | |
| A muzzle flash. | |
| Halfway between DREDD and the SHOOTER, a WOMAN drops, with | |
| a puff of blood erupting from her shoulder. | |
| And a split second later, the SHOOTER himself pitches | |
| forwards, hit in the back. | |
| At the noise of the gunshot, the crowds scream and scatter. | |
| DREDD moves forwards, gun still raised. | |
| He passes the WOMAN who was hit, who is lying on the ground | |
| in a spreading pool of blood, flapping her arms weakly. | |
| DREDD | |
| Remain calm. The bullet missed all | |
| major organs, and a paramedic team | |
| will be with you shortly. | |
| He keeps moving. | |
| To the SHOOTER. | |
| 7. | |
| 23 EXT. OUTSIDE BLOCK - CONTINUOUS 23 | |
| The SHOOTER is alive, lying on his front, leaving a snail- | |
| trail of blood as he pulls himself forwards, still | |
| hopelessly trying to escape. | |
| DREDD kicks the man's gun out of reach, then reaches down | |
| and flips him over on to his back. | |
| The SHOOTER tries to speak, but his mouth is filled with | |
| blood, and no words come out. | |
| DREDD uses his free hand to check the SHOOTER'S inside | |
| pockets. | |
| Then finds what he is looking for. An ID card. | |
| DREDD checks it. | |
| DREDD | |
| Citizen Zwirner. Your crimes are | |
| homicide, unauthorized use of a | |
| firearm, attempted murder of a | |
| judge. Do you have anything to say | |
| in your defense? | |
| More blood bubbles out of ZWIRNER'S mouth. | |
| DREDD | |
| Defense noted. | |
| DREDD levels his gun at ZWIRNER'S head. | |
| DREDD | |
| Sentence: death. | |
| ZWIRNER gazes up at DREDD, and the gun barrel aiming down | |
| at him. | |
| Then DREDD fires. | |
| A single shot. Right between ZWIRNER'S eyes. | |
| A beat. Then DREDD'S radio fuzzes back to life. | |
| CONTROL | |
| Control to Dredd. Come in. | |
| DREDD | |
| Dredd here. | |
| CONTROL | |
| 8. | |
| Is your pursuit resolved? | |
| ZWIRNER lies dead at DREDD'S feet. | |
| Behind him, the wounded WOMAN flaps around. | |
| Behind her, the wrecked vehicle smoulders. | |
| DREDD | |
| Yes. | |
| CONTROL | |
| Report back to the Hall Of Justice. | |
| The Chief Judge wants to see you. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 24 INT. HALL OF JUSTICE/OBSERVATION ROOM CONTINUOUS 24 | |
| - a girl in her early twenties, in judge's uniform, minus | |
| helmet. | |
| She is an immediate contrast with everything we have so far | |
| seen of the grim world of Mega City One. | |
| Beautiful, blonde, and slightly vulnerable. Biting her lip | |
| as she sits on a chair in a featureless room. | |
| Opposite her is a mirror. | |
| 26 INT. HALL OF JUSTICE/OBSERVATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS 26 | |
| On the other side of the two-way mirror, DREDD and the | |
| CHIEF JUDGE, a woman in her fifties, look back at the girl. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| Cassandra Anderson. Twenty one. | |
| Born in a block one hundred metres | |
| from the radiation boundary wall. | |
| At seven years old, she lost both | |
| parents to residual-fallout cancer. | |
| As is standard 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. The final Academy score | |
| put her three percentile points | |
| below a pass. | |
| 9. | |
| DREDD | |
| So what's she doing in a uniform? | |
| The CHIEF JUDGE doesn't answer. | |
| Instead, she reaches out, and presses the INTERCOM button. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| Rookie Anderson. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Sir. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| How many people are observing you? | |
| 28 INT. HALL OF JUSTICE/OBSERVATION ROOM CONTINUOUS 28 | |
| ANDERSON continues looking at her reflection, frowning | |
| slightly. Biting her lip a little harder. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Two. | |
| 30 INT. HALL OF JUSTICE/OBSERVATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS 30 | |
| DREDD reacts. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| (into intercom) | |
| What can you tell me about the | |
| person I am with? | |
| ANDERSON | |
| (through intercom) | |
| Male. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| (into intercom) | |
| Good. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| (through intercom) | |
| Another judge. | |
| (concentrating harder) | |
| I can feel anger. And control. But | |
| there's something else. Behind the | |
| control. Something almost ... | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| (cuts in) | |
| 10. | |
| Okay, Anderson. That'll do. | |
| The CHIEF JUDGE switches the intercom off. | |
| DREDD | |
| A mutant. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| The most powerful psychic we've | |
| ever come across - by a huge | |
| margin. We believe she could be a | |
| major asset. | |
| Beat. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| As I said. Her final score was only | |
| three points below a pass. It's | |
| marginal. | |
| DREDD | |
| It's not marginal. She failed. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| The girl's getting one more chance. | |
| I want you to take her out and give | |
| her one day in the field. | |
| Supervised. To see if she makes the | |
| grade. | |
| The CHIEF JUDGE turns to DREDD. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| Sink or swim. Chuck her in the deep | |
| end. | |
| On DREDD, unreadable: | |
| DREDD | |
| It's all the deep end. | |
| THEN CUT TO: | |
| 32 INT. HALL OF JUSTICE/OBSERVATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS 32 | |
| - ANDERSON. | |
| She sits quietly. | |
| Gazing at something in her hands. | |
| 11. | |
| It's a photo. Slightly battered. It shows a little blonde | |
| girl, seven years old, smiling, between both her parents. | |
| All are smiling at the camera. | |
| Abruptly, she folds the PHOTO and tucks it into her utility | |
| belt. | |
| Then turns to look at the door. | |
| A second later, it opens, revealing DREDD. | |
| ANDERSON stands immediately, and salutes. | |
| DREDD enters, and closes the door behind him. | |
| A beat. | |
| Then: | |
| DREDD | |
| A rookie judge on assessment is | |
| likely to be involved in armed | |
| combat. They may be required to | |
| carry out on the spot executions of | |
| convicted felons. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Yes, sir. | |
| DREDD | |
| Incorrect sentencing is an | |
| automatic fail. Not obeying a | |
| direct order from your assessment | |
| officer is an automatic fail. | |
| Losing your primary weapon or | |
| having it taken from you is an | |
| automatic fail. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Yes, sir. | |
| DREDD | |
| You ready | |
| for this. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| I am. | |
| A beat. | |
| Then DREDD nods. | |
| DREDD | |
| 12. | |
| Your assessment starts now. | |
| 36 EXT. MEGA CITY ONE - DAY 36 | |
| An airborne view of the city. | |
| 38 EXT. PEACH TREE BLOCK - CONTINUOUS 38 | |
| CLOSE UP on a SKATEPARK, concrete, surrounded by a high | |
| wire mesh fence, half-pipes and rails, where six SKATERS | |
| are pulling off some impressive arial moves. | |
| As one of the SKATERS soars, and revolves a neat 720 spin - | |
| - we reveal the vertiginous drop on the other side of the | |
| wire fence. | |
| The SKATE PARK is bolted on the side of a mega block, | |
| hundreds of feet in the air. | |
| This particular block is called PEACH TREES. Named in | |
| luminous peach lettering, etched into the acid-rain and | |
| fume-stained concrete flanks. | |
| The scale of the construction is colossal. Leaving the park | |
| behind, we start moving past windows, we glimpse the lives | |
| inside. Cramped apartments. People watching television. | |
| Sleeping. Eating. Having sex. Or simply absent. | |
| The only common factor between the lives we see is squalor, | |
| and poverty. | |
| Peach Trees is a slum. | |
| 47 EXT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/WINDOW - CONTINUOUS 47 | |
| We eventually settle on a single window, at the top level | |
| of the block. | |
| Looking out of the window is a woman. She could be in her | |
| late fifties or early sixties, but a diagonal stripe scar | |
| that disfigures her cheek and top lip, and heavy make-up, | |
| make her precise age hard to place. | |
| This is MA-MA. | |
| 51 INT. MA-MA'S BASE - CONTINUOUS 51 | |
| 13. | |
| 52 BEHIND MA-MA ARE FIVE MEN. 52 | |
| Behind MA-MA are five men. | |
| The first of these men is CALEB. Late thirties. Physically | |
| powerful. Intelligent and violent. MA-MA's right hand man. | |
| The next two are KAY and SY. Junior to CALEB. Soldiers. | |
| Lieutenants. | |
| And finally there are MA-MA'S two BODYGUARDS. They never | |
| leave her side, and never speak. | |
| All are inked with dense black tattoos - but share one | |
| particular tattoo on the side of their necks: a pierced | |
| heart and scroll - with the word Ma-Ma written inside. | |
| CALEB | |
| The only danger is we expand too | |
| fast. In the last few days we've | |
| added distribution to three new | |
| blocks. Pretty soon we'll be | |
| looking at making inroads into | |
| sectors nine and fifteen. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Fifteen is still Red territory. Whe | |
| make waves? | |
| CALEB | |
| I've been talking to my contacts | |
| there. They want a sit-down, but | |
| from what I hear, it's already | |
| squared. Fact is, they want what | |
| we've got. Just business. | |
| MA-MA nods. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Good. | |
| Then she turns, and gestures to the corner of the room. | |
| MA-MA | |
| And what about them? | |
| REVEAL that throughout the previous conversation, there | |
| were actually three other men in the room. | |
| Sat in a row, on chairs. Beneath the chairs are plastic | |
| sheets. Their arms are tied behind them. They are all | |
| gagged. Wide-eyed. Bruised and blood-stained. Unable to do | |
| anything but listen. | |
| 14. | |
| KAY speaks up. | |
| KAY | |
| They were selling Sternhammer | |
| product on my level. Warned them | |
| off with a beating a couple of | |
| weeks ago. Guess it didn't work. | |
| MA-MA | |
| And you can't deal with it | |
| yourself? | |
| KAY | |
| I can deal with it. | |
| CALEB | |
| The question is whether you want to | |
| make an example of them. | |
| MA-MA thinks a couple of moments. | |
| Then turns away. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Skin them and toss them over the | |
| balcony. | |
| On their seats, the GAGGEDMEN freak out, eyes bugging, | |
| struggling against their restraints. | |
| SY pulls a knife. | |
| KAY | |
| Hit 'em with a little slo-mo first? | |
| MA-MA | |
| Sure. | |
| KAY walks up to the first GAGGEDMAN. He is also - with a | |
| crude JUDGE DEATH TATTOO on his chest. | |
| KAY yanks the MAN'S head back and pulls out the gag. | |
| As the gag is released, the MAN starts to scream. | |
| Which is stifled as KAY jams a SLO-MO inhaler into his | |
| mouth, and depresses the button. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 53 INT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/ATRIUM - DAY 53 | |
| 15. | |
| - the interior of Peach Trees, which contains an atrium of | |
| dizzying scale. It spans the entire height of the | |
| construction. Effectively, the block is hollowed out, two | |
| hundred stories high, ringed with balconies. | |
| The lower levels are a shopping and recreation zone. Above | |
| the shopping and recreation zone are medical centers and | |
| educational facilities. Everything above is residential. | |
| At the base of the atrium is an area like a massive, busy | |
| Third-World train station, with people criss-crossing the | |
| area, milling about, exiting out of tunnels and escalators. | |
| We track a WOMAN with a CHILD in a pushchair as she makes | |
| her way through. | |
| Suddenly, out of nowhere, a body falls out of the sky, and | |
| lands with a sickening impact. | |
| THWACK. Right in front of the pushchair. | |
| The WOMAN pulls back. | |
| And a second body lands directly behind her. | |
| THWACK. | |
| She looks up, as the crowd around her starts to scatter ... | |
| ... and is stunned to see that another body is tumbling | |
| down towards her. | |
| She just manages to jam the pushchair forwards before the | |
| body lands. | |
| THWACK | |
| 56 EXT. MEGA CITY ONE - DAY 56 | |
| DDREDD and ANDERSON stand by their fat-wheeled motorbikes, | |
| on a ribbon of flyover, in a canyon of Mega Blocks. | |
| Vehicles flash past them. | |
| Over the roar of the traffic, their radios fuzz into life. | |
| We tap into the endless streams of radio calls that are | |
| constantly being transmitted from CONTROL. | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| 16. | |
| Responders in vicinity of Peach | |
| Tree block. We have a report of a | |
| multiple homicide. | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| Responders in Sector 13 North, we | |
| have armed robbery in progress. | |
| Four suspects on foot. Gunshot | |
| victims at scene of crime. | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| Responders on Highway Alpha Five. | |
| We have ambulance crew under fire, | |
| requesting assistance. | |
| DREDD | |
| (to Anderson) | |
| Twelve serious crimes reported | |
| every minute. Seventeen thousand | |
| per day. We respond to around six | |
| percent. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Which six percent? | |
| DREDD | |
| Your assessment. You tell me. | |
| ANDERSON glances down at her bike-nav screen. Waypoint | |
| markers are flashing all across the sector map. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Peach Trees, multiple homicide. | |
| DREDD lifts his left hand - which has his radio integrated | |
| into the glove. | |
| DREDD | |
| (into radio) | |
| Dredd responding to Peach Tree | |
| homicides. On our way. | |
| 57 EXT. MEGA CITY ONE/ROAD - DAY 57 | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON ride their bikes towards Peach Trees. | |
| 58 EXT. PEACH TREE BLOCK - DAY 58 | |
| 17. | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON walk into the south entrance of Peach | |
| Trees. | |
| Above them, against the background of grey and black | |
| concrete slab, a bright hologram of a cartoonish peach tree | |
| flickers like a neon strip-light with a bad connection. | |
| Sat against one side of the entrance is a HOMELESS MAN. | |
| In front of him is a handwritten sign on cardboard. | |
| It reads: | |
| HOMELESS JUNKIE. | |
| WILL DEBASE SELF FOR CREDITS. | |
| As DREDD and ANDERSON pass him: | |
| DREDD | |
| Anderson. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Vagrancy, three weeks, iso cubes. | |
| But prioritize murders. | |
| DREDD | |
| Correct. | |
| (to the Homeless Man) | |
| Don't be here when we come back. | |
| 59 INT. PEACH TREE ATRIUM - DAY 59 | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON enter the busy atrium. | |
| DREDD | |
| Tell me about Peach Trees. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Sir. Houses seventy five thousand | |
| registered citizens. Actual | |
| population rate probably closer to | |
| one hundred thousand. Highest crime | |
| rate in Sector Thirteen. | |
| Unemployment rate at ninety six | |
| percent. More than half of the | |
| residential levels are classed as | |
| slums. | |
| DREDD | |
| Why do you want to be a judge, | |
| Anderson? | |
| 18. | |
| ANDERSON is thrown momentarily by the non-sequitur. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| ... Sir. I want to serve the city. | |
| Make a difference. | |
| DREDD | |
| Make a difference to a block like | |
| this? | |
| ANDERSON | |
| I was born and raised in a block | |
| like this. Until the Justice | |
| Department took me. I know there | |
| are good people inside. Good | |
| families. Just trying to get by. | |
| Beat. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Yes. I think I can make a | |
| difference. | |
| DREDD glances upwards. | |
| Above the bustle of the atrium floor, the ringed balconies | |
| of the atrium stretch up into shade and darkness. At the | |
| very top is a small circle of reddish sky. | |
| It's like looking into a pit, with a pool of blood at the | |
| bottom. | |
| DREDD | |
| (flat) | |
| Admirable. | |
| 60 INT. PEACH TREE ATRIUM/CRIME SCENE - CONTINUOUS 60 | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON push past a taped cordon. | |
| Behind the cordon, a PARAMEDIC is erecting a tent screen to | |
| shield the sight of the bodies from the gathering crowd, | |
| and the onlookers who are looking down from the ringed | |
| balconies. | |
| DREDD | |
| (to Paramedic) | |
| What have you got? | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| Three stiffs in a somewhat fucked- | |
| up condition. | |
| 19. | |
| The PARAMEDIC pulls open the tent screen to allow DREDD and | |
| ANDERSON through. | |
| The bodies are the three men we saw with KAY. | |
| They have fallen from a great enough height to crack the | |
| tiles on which they landed. | |
| From the neck down and waist up, they have been skinned. | |
| DREDD | |
| You're based in Peach Trees? | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| Med center on level twenty five. | |
| DREDD | |
| Have you ID'd them? | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| Mostly. That one is registered to | |
| this block. And that one is | |
| registered to Block Sternhammer. | |
| DREDD | |
| (gesturing to the last) | |
| And him? | |
| The PARAMEDIC shrugs. | |
| CLOSE UP on the man's severely crushed head. | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| I'll have to run his blood through | |
| the DNA profiler. If I can figure | |
| out which blood is his. | |
| DREDD kneels down to take a closer look at the nearest | |
| body. | |
| Inside the man's open mouth is a white, dust-like marking. | |
| DREDD | |
| Anderson. What do you make of this? | |
| ANDERSON | |
| ... I don't know, sir. | |
| DREDD | |
| It's a cold-burn from a slo-mo | |
| inhaler. | |
| 20. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Slo-mo? | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| A new narcotic. Only just hit the | |
| grid, but it's making big waves. | |
| Makes the brain feel as if time is | |
| passing at one percent its normal | |
| speed. | |
| ANDERSON looks up to the height from which the men dropped. | |
| FLASH CUT TO - | |
| - a image of one of the men falling, screaming, in extreme | |
| slow motion, leaving a trail of suspended blood droplets | |
| from his flayed torso. | |
| CUT BACK TO: | |
| - ANDERSON, shuddering. | |
| The PARAMEDIC is also gazing upwards, obviously having much | |
| the same thought. | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| Must have felt like a long way | |
| down. | |
| 63 INT. CONTROL - DAY 63 | |
| In CONTROL, where rows of men and women sit in front of | |
| banks of monitors, operating the huge communication center | |
| within the Hall Of Justice ... | |
| ... we find a screen, on which the faces of murdered men | |
| are appearing. | |
| The CONTROL OPERATOR manning this monitor speaks into his | |
| mike. | |
| CONTROL OPERATOR | |
| Positive on your IDs. All show | |
| convictions for possession of | |
| narcotics. | |
| CLOSE ON MONITOR SCREEN. | |
| CONTROL OPERATOR | |
| Transmitting data now, | |
| 21. | |
| 67 INT. PEACH TREE ATRIUM/CRIME SCENE - CONTINUOUS 67 | |
| PULL BACK from the image on the monitor screen, to reveal | |
| we are now seeing it on DREDD'S FDA. | |
| DREDD | |
| Small-time perps. Junkies. No known | |
| gang affiliation. What's your | |
| assessment, Anderson? | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Drugged. Skinned. Dumped in the | |
| most public place you could find. | |
| It has to be a punishment killing. | |
| A message. | |
| Above them, the balconies of the atrium are ringed with | |
| people looking down. | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| Yeah. Don't fuck with the Ma-Ma | |
| Clan. | |
| ON DREDD. Turning. | |
| DREDD | |
| Who? | |
| 71 INT. MEDICAL CENTER - DAY 71 | |
| In the twenty fifth floor medical center, DREDD and | |
| ANDERSON are looking at a holographic display, on which we | |
| can see a rotating 3D MUGSHOT of MA-MA, and her medical | |
| records. | |
| In the background, the PARAMEDIC closes the medical | |
| center's heavy security door, while he provides a brief bio | |
| of MA-MA. | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| We have her on record days. The | |
| picture's pretty old, but - yeah. | |
| That's her. Madeline Madrigal, AKA | |
| Ma-Ma. Ex-hooker from the S-Nine | |
| pleasure district. Quit working | |
| after she got sliced up by a pimp. | |
| But she got her own back. Block | |
| legend says she feminized the guy | |
| with her teeth. Then took over his | |
| business interests, and never | |
| looked back. | |
| 22. | |
| The PARAMEDIC sucks his teeth. | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| Anyone else, you'd say it was | |
| bullshit. But not with Ma-Ma. Her | |
| trademark is violence. Takes it | |
| further and harder than anyone | |
| else. I've been in Peach Trees | |
| fifteen years. Used to be there | |
| were nine or ten different gangs, | |
| hustling for control. Now there's | |
| just one. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| How did she get away with it? | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| You know how often we get a Judge | |
| in Peach Trees? | |
| DREDD | |
| You've got one now. | |
| DREDD hits a console button, and the holographic display | |
| changes to a map of Peach Trees. | |
| DREDD | |
| The victims were registered to | |
| apartments on level thirty nine. | |
| Likely killed over a turf issue, so | |
| we'll find their killers in the | |
| same vicinity. | |
| (to Anderson) | |
| Anderson. Next move. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Locate where the Clan work out of | |
| on this level, and hit it hard. | |
| The PARAMEDIC lights up an area of the map. | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| That would be here. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 74 INT. METAL DOOR - DAY 74 | |
| - a viewing hatch sliding open, in a metal door. | |
| Crowded into the other side of the viewing hatch, we see | |
| the faces of the two JUNKIES. | |
| 23. | |
| One of them holds up credits. | |
| The door is opened. | |
| 75 INT. SLO MO DEN - CONTINUOUS 75 | |
| The JUNKIES enter an apartment. | |
| A squalid shit-hole. In our day and age, it would be a | |
| crystal meth or crack-den, with piss-stained mattresses, | |
| schizoid graffiti on the walls, and crushed glass pipes on | |
| the floor. | |
| But this is a slo-mo den. Much the same, but instead of | |
| crushed crack pipes on the floor, it's empty inhalers. | |
| The man by the door is SY, holding a shotgun. | |
| Sat on an armchair, with a pistol on his lap, is KAY. | |
| Our two JUNKIES score off KAY, swapping credits for | |
| inhalers. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 76 INT. LEVEL THIRTY NINE - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 76 | |
| - outside the apartment. | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON, taking position either side of the | |
| metal door. | |
| Weapons drawn. | |
| We can see ANDERSON'S nerves. | |
| The door opposite them opens - and a KID peers out of the | |
| crack. ANDERSON gestures for the kid to go back inside. The | |
| door closes. | |
| DREDD | |
| Take it this is your first time in | |
| non-simulator combat. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Yes sir. | |
| DREDD | |
| Been wondering when you'd remember | |
| you left your helmet at base. | |
| 24. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Sir - a helmet interferes with my | |
| psychic abilities. | |
| DREDD | |
| Think a bullet might interfere with | |
| them more. | |
| CUT BACK TO: | |
| 78 INT. SLO MO DEN - CONTINUOUS 78 | |
| - the JUNKIES. | |
| They find a space in a corner of the room, beside two | |
| people who are mechanically screwing on a filthy mattress. | |
| Then put the inhalers in their mouths. Take a long hit. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 79 INT. LEVEL THIRTY NINE - CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 79 | |
| - DREDD, pulling a plasti-charge out of his utility belt. | |
| He fixes the plasti-charge to the door. | |
| DREDD | |
| Ready? | |
| ANDERSON nods. | |
| DREDD notices - | |
| - glitter of sweat on ANDERSON'S face. The slight tremble | |
| in her hands. | |
| DREDD | |
| You don't look ready. | |
| ANDERSON tightens her grip around her gun to stop the | |
| shake. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Just adrenaline, sir. | |
| CUT BACK TO: | |
| 80 INT. SLO MO DEN - CONTINUOUS 80 | |
| 25. | |
| - our JUNKIES. In the grip of the drug. | |
| And we're with it too. | |
| Everything slow. | |
| Not just slow - ultra slow. | |
| All movements. Facial expressions. Blinking eyes. | |
| And we discover why people take the SLO MO - as grim | |
| reality is transformed into something lyrical. | |
| From sordid to oddly beautiful. Fascinating and hypnotic. | |
| Even the couple screwing on the floor. | |
| Then - | |
| - what was fascinating and hypnotic | |
| - becomes slightly confusing. | |
| Because the heavy door of the slo-mo den is very gradually | |
| starting to expand. | |
| To bulge. | |
| And in front of the bulge, a shock wave of air is starting | |
| to form. | |
| And contacting the guard, SY, who stands just behind it. | |
| Lifting him delicately off his feet. | |
| And now around the edges of the door, we can see a white | |
| and yellow brightness. | |
| Which becomes a blossoming explosion of flame. | |
| Until the door, and SY, are flying backwards across the | |
| room. | |
| SLOW CUTS BETWEEN - | |
| JUNKIES hunching. | |
| Faces morphing into expressions of fear and surprise. | |
| Hands reaching for guns. | |
| DREDD coming through the door. | |
| 26. | |
| Followed by ANDERSON. | |
| Now gunplay, gracefully erupting. | |
| Bullets rifling through the air. | |
| Punching through plaster work. | |
| Drilling through chests, leaving trails of hanging blood. | |
| Drilling into the head of a clan member, creating a spiral | |
| of flesh as it enters. | |
| Smoke and dust unfurls. | |
| Until it blinds us. | |
| 81 INT. SLO-MO DEN - CONTINUOUS 81 | |
| As the smoke and dust clears, it allows us to return | |
| seamlessly to normal speed. | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON stand surrounded by the corpses of gang | |
| members and those junkies who were foolish enough to reach | |
| for their guns. | |
| The survivors crouch or stand with arms raised, dazed with | |
| narcotics and fear, with the guns of the two judges trained | |
| on them. | |
| ANDERSON is breathing fast. Still charged with adrenaline. | |
| DREDD | |
| Anderson. Judgement. | |
| ANDERSON gathers her wits. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Crime: possession and use of | |
| controlled substances. Sentence: | |
| two years in the iso-cubes. | |
| DREDD | |
| Don't tell me. Tell Control. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Sir. | |
| (into radio) | |
| 27. | |
| Anderson to Control. Requesting | |
| meat wagon to Peach Trees. We've | |
| got six bodies for Resyk and seven | |
| live for the iso-cubes. | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| Copy that. Meat Wagon inbound. | |
| DREDD nods. | |
| DREDD | |
| Let's get them cuffed. | |
| 82 INT. SLO-MO DEN - CONTINUOUS 82 | |
| The perps are lined up and being cuffed. | |
| One of them winces as DREDD pulls the plasti-cuffs | |
| mercilessly tight around his wrists. | |
| ANDERSON is cuffing another man - | |
| - but hesitates as she sees the distinctive Ma-Ma tattoo on | |
| the side of his neck. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Sir, this one is a gang member. He | |
| - | |
| ANDERSON breaks off. Frowning. | |
| Then she turns the man round, revealing - | |
| - KAY. | |
| They gaze at each other for a couple of beats. | |
| Then: | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Sir. It's him. | |
| DREDD | |
| It's who? | |
| ANDERSON | |
| The man who murdered the people in | |
| the atrium. | |
| 28. | |
| KAY'S eyes narrow fractionally. Internally, he's wondering | |
| how she could know this information, but he's far too | |
| practiced with being on the wrong side of the law to give | |
| anything away. | |
| DREDD | |
| You're sure. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Ninety nine percent. | |
| DREDD | |
| Can't execute a perp on ninety nine | |
| percent. | |
| DREDD steps over to KAY. Stares him down. | |
| DREDD | |
| Save a lot of paperwork if you | |
| confessed right now. | |
| KAY says nothing. And clearly isn't going to. | |
| DREDD nods. | |
| DREDD | |
| (to Anderson) | |
| Finish securing him. We'll take him | |
| in. See how he holds up after a few | |
| hours of interrogation. | |
| As ANDERSON turns to KAY again, KAY'S eyes look up to the | |
| corner of the room. | |
| We ZOOM ON the place where KAY is looking, and find - | |
| - a PINHOLE. | |
| And through the pinhole, the glint of a lens. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| This scene, viewed from the hidden CCTV camera in the | |
| corner of the room. | |
| PULL BACK TO REVEAL: | |
| 84 INT. MA-MA'S BASE/CCTV ROOM - CONTINUOUS 84 | |
| - a monitor, showing the image of KAY'S arrest by DREDD and | |
| ANDERSON. | |
| 29. | |
| Next to the monitor, a red alarm light is blinking. | |
| PULL BACK to reveal more monitors, showing various views | |
| around Peach Trees. | |
| This is the CCTV ROOM: the technological hub of MA-MA'S | |
| operation, at the heart of her base, overlooking the atrium | |
| from the top floor. | |
| Supervising the monitors is the CLAN TECHIE. | |
| Twenty years old. | |
| Hunted, undernourished, nervy: a dog who's been kicked too | |
| many times. And he's got no eyes. | |
| Instead, attached and implanted to his face are large, | |
| bulbous robotic eye implants. Like a chameleon lizard, each | |
| eye implant can move independently of the other. | |
| And what these robotic eyes are focused on is making him | |
| worried. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| Oh shit. | |
| He reaches for a radio. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| (into radio) | |
| Uh, Caleb? I'm sorry to - no, I | |
| know. Yes, but - I think there's a | |
| problem on level thirty nine. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 88 INT. MA MA'S PENTHOUSE/ENTRANCE HALL - DAY 88 | |
| - an extreme CLOSE UP on MA-MA'S FACE. | |
| Her cheeks are rippling weirdly, and slowly. | |
| REVEAL - | |
| - compressed gas from a SLO-MO INHALOR is jetting into her | |
| mouth. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - NORMAL TIME. | |
| 30. | |
| CALEB enters the room. | |
| Reveal MA-MA'S penthouse surroundings. It's a weird mix of | |
| squalor and crass luxury. A Dolce and Gabbana crack den. | |
| Gold fittings, rococo design, holes in walls, wires | |
| trailing from empty light fittings. The artwork on the | |
| walls is softcore porn, in florid frames, much of it | |
| featuring MA-MA herself. | |
| Sees MA-MA, sprawled on day-bed, inhalor in mouth. | |
| Behind her, her two BODYGUARDS, like statues. | |
| CALEB | |
| Ma. | |
| Long beat. | |
| Vapour curling out of MA-MA'S mouth. | |
| The beat continues. | |
| MA-MA frozen. | |
| Then the drug rush fades. | |
| MA-MA focuses. Turns to CALEB. | |
| MA-MA | |
| What? | |
| CALEB | |
| We've got trouble. | |
| 90 INT. MA-MA'S BASE/CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 90 | |
| MA-MA and CALEB walk and talk, en route to the CCTV room, | |
| followed by the BODYGUARDS | |
| CALEB | |
| The judges hit the distribution | |
| point on level thirty nine. Shot | |
| the place up. Took out a few of the | |
| boys. | |
| MA-MA | |
| (unfazed) | |
| So what? We're overdue a bust. The | |
| law's just showing their faces. | |
| Reminding the citizens they exist. | |
| 31. | |
| CALEB | |
| No. Ma - they picked up Kay. | |
| MA-MA reacts. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Executed? | |
| CALEB | |
| Interrogation. | |
| This stops MA-MA in her tracks. | |
| MA-MA | |
| What? | |
| CALEB | |
| He's cuffed and they're taking him | |
| in. Right now. | |
| Beat. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Fuck. | |
| CALEB | |
| If Kay talks - | |
| MA-MA | |
| If they're taking him in, he'll | |
| talk. | |
| Beat. | |
| CALEB | |
| What are we going to do? | |
| MA-MA glazes a moment. | |
| Thinking. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 91 INT. LIFT - DAY 91 | |
| - DREDD, ANDERSON and KAY, riding the lift to the ground | |
| floor in silence. | |
| As the lift descends - | |
| - KAY is looking straight ahead at the doors ... | |
| 32. | |
| .. in which he can see himself, and DREDD and ANDERSON | |
| reflected. | |
| KAY shifts his position very slightly. | |
| DREDD'S head tilts fractionally. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Sir - he's thinking about making a | |
| move for your gun. | |
| DREDD | |
| I know. | |
| KAY shoots a glance back at ANDERSON. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| He just changed his mind. | |
| DREDD | |
| Yeah. | |
| The lift continues descending in silence. | |
| 93 INT. PEACH TREE CONTROL ROOM - DAY 93 | |
| The control room of Peach Trees. | |
| Banks of screens. | |
| Many of them down, broadcasting static or blacked out. | |
| Others showing water and electricity levels. | |
| Power levels. | |
| Refuse collection times. | |
| Engineering schematics. | |
| Manning the control room, four TECHNICIANS, playing cards. | |
| Looking round in surprise as the door to the control room | |
| is kicked open - | |
| - and CALEB, plus four other clan members pile in. | |
| A vicious burst of gunfire, and the TECHNICIANS in the | |
| control room are cut down. | |
| CALEB lifts a two-way. | |
| 33. | |
| CALEB | |
| (into two-way) | |
| Control room is secure. | |
| CALEB walks over to the central console, and pulls out a | |
| small router, and plugs it in. | |
| CALEB | |
| (into two-way) | |
| Router's in. You're good to go. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 94 INT. MA-MA'S BASE/CCTV ROOM - CONTINUOUS 94 | |
| - the CLAN TECHIE, sitting in front of the bank of monitors | |
| and assorted hardware. | |
| MA-MA and her BODYGUARDS stand behind him. | |
| MA-MA leans down to the CLAN TECHIE. Puts a slab hand on | |
| his shoulder. Makes him hunch instinctively. | |
| MA-MA | |
| What am I going to do to you if you | |
| don't pull this off? | |
| The TECHIE swallows. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| Don't know. | |
| (beat) | |
| Shoot me? | |
| MA-MA | |
| Worse. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| (small voice) | |
| Probably cut out my insides or | |
| something. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Yeah. That. | |
| The CLAN TECHIE takes a moment. | |
| Then starts tapping commands into his keyboard. | |
| We hear a phone ring over speaker phone. | |
| 34. | |
| Then a voice picks up. | |
| SECTOR CONTROL | |
| (over speaker) | |
| Sector Control. | |
| The CLAN TECHIE forces his voice to sound casual. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| Sector Control, this is Peach Trees | |
| Control. Just want to check you | |
| were notified about the def-con | |
| systems test today. | |
| SECTOR CONTROL | |
| (over speaker) | |
| Copy that. Uh ... | |
| (beat) | |
| Peach Trees, we don't have you down | |
| for a def-con test. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| We must be. Check the | |
| SECTOR CONTROL | |
| (over speaker) | |
| Nope. I've got nothing. | |
| The CLAN TECHIE injects heat into his voice. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| God-fucking-dammit, Sector! I put | |
| in the notification myself, three | |
| fucking times! We're set to go | |
| right now! I've got my supervisor | |
| breathing down my neck and - | |
| SECTOR CONTROL | |
| (cuts in, over speaker) | |
| Hold fire, Peach Trees. Let me get | |
| this. | |
| ON | |
| (beat) | |
| Okay. I put you on the system. Hall | |
| of Justice and all emergency | |
| services are notified to ignore | |
| your status. Run the test anytime | |
| you like. | |
| The CLAN TECHIE'S relief is genuine. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| 35. | |
| Appreciate that, Sector. You're | |
| saved my ass over here. | |
| SECTOR CONTROL | |
| (over speaker) | |
| You're welcome, Peach Trees. | |
| MA-MA nods her approval. | |
| On his console, the CLAN TECHIE hits the RETURN KEY. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 95 INT. PEACH TREE CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS 95 | |
| a blood-sprayed monitor in the control room, with the body | |
| of a TECHNICIAN sprawled in front of it. | |
| CALEB hauls the body of the man off. | |
| On the bloody monitor, a command screen appears, headed: | |
| DEF CON EMERGENCY PROTOCOLS | |
| The command prompt moves down the screen. | |
| Highlighting, in turn - | |
| FIRE | |
| BOMB | |
| RIOT | |
| CHEMICAL | |
| And finally ending on - | |
| NUCLEAR WAR | |
| On NUCLEAR WAR, the command prompt stops. | |
| Off camera, we hear a tap. | |
| And a moment later, a message box appears on the screen. | |
| PROTOCOL INITIATED | |
| 101 INT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS 101 | |
| 36. | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON walk KAY towards the South entrance. | |
| The HOMELESS MAN is still there, sat in the doorway. | |
| DREDD | |
| Warned you. Get up. You're headed | |
| for the cubes. | |
| DREDD is interrupted by a SIREN, which abruptly starts | |
| sounding. | |
| AS DREDD LOOKS ROUND, CUT TO: | |
| 102 EXT. PEACH TREE BLOCK - CONTINUOUS 102 | |
| - the outside of the block. | |
| Moving down as, over every window we pass ... | |
| .. A LEAD-LINED SHUTTER suddenly slams down. | |
| 104 EXT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/SKATEPARK - CONTINUOUS 104 | |
| In the SKATEPARK bolted on to the side of Peach Trees, the | |
| shutter comes down, trapping the SKATERS outside. | |
| SKATER 1 | |
| What the fuck? | |
| SKATER 2 pointlessly bangs his fist against the slab of | |
| metal. | |
| SKATER 2 | |
| Hey! What's going on? Open up! | |
| 105 INT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS 105 | |
| At the south entrance, just ahead of where DREDD, ANDERSON | |
| and KAY are standing, a two-metre thick blast door slams | |
| down with incredible speed. | |
| The HOMELESS MAN, unlucky enough to be directly beneath it, | |
| is crushed as it drops. | |
| One half of his bisected body remains on the inside. | |
| 106 EXT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/ATRIUM ROOF - CONTINUOUS 106 | |
| 37. | |
| At the top of the atrium, two massive metal shutters are | |
| closing, blocking out the light from the sky above. | |
| 107 INT. MA-MA'S BASE/CCTV ROOM - CONTINUOUS 107 | |
| The CLAN TECHIE hands MA-MA a handset. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| You're patched in. | |
| 107A INT. PEACH TREE ATRIUM - CONTINUOUS 107A | |
| DREDD, ANDERSON and KAY have returned to the atrium. | |
| Across the atrium floor, as the roof shutters close, twin | |
| shadows are moving across the floor. | |
| DREDD, ANDERSON and KAY stand in the middle of the | |
| narrowing band of light. | |
| All around them, people react with confusion and panic. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| What's going on? | |
| DREDD | |
| I don't know. | |
| But KAY seems to have an idea. | |
| He says nothing, but the barest smile appears on the corner | |
| of his lips ... | |
| ... as the roof shutters finally connect, and slam shut. | |
| And the narrowing band of light winks out. | |
| And the siren suddenly stops. | |
| A moment of silence. | |
| The whole building is now in a twilight of emergency | |
| lighting. | |
| Then a sudden FEEDBACK WHINE comes over the block-wide | |
| TANOY. | |
| Piercing. Rising fast to a deafening level, which echoes | |
| around the atrium, making people jam their hands over their | |
| ears ... | |
| 38. | |
| ... until it abruptly cuts out. | |
| And MA-MA'S voice comes in. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Peach Trees. This is Ma-Ma. | |
| The statement hangs a moment. Everywhere, everyone is | |
| frozen. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Somewhere in this block are two | |
| judges. I want them dead. And until | |
| I get what I want, the block is | |
| locked down. | |
| As she talks, we move around the atrium. Seeing the | |
| confusion and fear on people faces. | |
| MA-MA | |
| All Clan, every level, hunt the | |
| judges down. Everyone else, clear | |
| the corridors and stay the fuck out | |
| of our way until the shooting | |
| stops. If I hear about anyone | |
| helping the judges, I'll kill them | |
| and the next generation of their | |
| family. | |
| She pauses a moment, to make sure the point is rammed home. | |
| Then: | |
| MA-MA | |
| As for the judges, sit tight, or | |
| run. Makes no difference. You're | |
| mine. | |
| The Tanoy cuts out. | |
| Now, all across the balconies, above and below, and from | |
| the atrium floor, everyone single person is looking at | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON. | |
| A beat. | |
| Then: | |
| DREDD | |
| ... We'd better move. | |
| 108 INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 108 | |
| 39. | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON move down a corridor, dragging KAY | |
| behind. | |
| DREDD is talking into his radio. | |
| DREDD | |
| Control, we have a situation | |
| developing in Peach Trees. Request | |
| immediate back-up. | |
| He gets only static back. | |
| DREDD | |
| Control. Do you copy? | |
| Static. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| (nervous) | |
| My comms are down too. | |
| DREDD | |
| The shielding transmissions must be | |
| blocking our transmissions. | |
| As he says this, they turn a corner. | |
| Directly ahead is a posse of four CLAN, all armed. | |
| CLAN MEMBER | |
| (shouts) | |
| THEY'RE HERE! | |
| As DREDD, ANDERSON and KAY duck back behind the corridor, | |
| the CLAN open fire. | |
| As the plasterwork around the corner erupts - | |
| DREDD | |
| Anderson. Call it. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| ... Sir? | |
| DREDD | |
| You forgotten you're on assessment? | |
| A volley of shots almost destroys the corner they are | |
| hiding behind. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| (flustered) | |
| 40. | |
| Sir - multiple armed targets. | |
| Minimal risk of collateral. Rapid | |
| fire. | |
| DREDD | |
| Rapid fire. | |
| On Dredd's command, a setting on DREDD'S gun changes. | |
| He spins back around the corner, and opens up. | |
| Rapid fire rounds rip through the air and punch into the | |
| CLAN, mowing them down. | |
| DREDD | |
| We'll head back for the med center. | |
| This way. | |
| They take a side door into a stairwell. | |
| 109 INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS 109 | |
| In the stairwell, DREDD looks up. | |
| CLAN are coming from above. | |
| DREDD looks down. | |
| CLAN are coming from below. | |
| DREDD | |
| Respirators. | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON pull respirators from their belts. | |
| DREDD | |
| (to Kay) | |
| Advise you hold your breath. | |
| From his utility belt, DREDD pulls out two grenades. | |
| He primes them and throws them. One up. One down. | |
| Gas plumes behind them as they arc through the air. | |
| 110 INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS 110 | |
| As DREDD and ANDERSON fight their way through the gas | |
| cloud, and the choking, vomiting CLAN ... | |
| 41. | |
| ... CUT TO - | |
| 111 INT. JAPHET'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS 111 | |
| A man, JAPHET, with CLAN tattoos, is pulling apart his | |
| kitchen. | |
| He has a BERETTA 9mm stuffed into the back of his trousers. | |
| JAPHET | |
| Shit, shit, shit. | |
| He finds a box of bullets in the back of a drawer. | |
| Checks it. There are three rounds inside. | |
| JAPHET | |
| Three fucking rounds! Is that all | |
| we've got? | |
| JJAPHET takes out the clip and starts sliding in the | |
| rounds. | |
| His fingers are shaking. | |
| His WIFE, watching from the kitchen doorway, holding a | |
| horrified young baby, is watching, | |
| JAPHET'S WIFE | |
| You're going to take on two judges | |
| with an antique gun and three | |
| bullets? | |
| JAPHET | |
| They probably aren't even on your | |
| level. | |
| JAPHET'S WIFE | |
| Then just stay in here! Let the | |
| others get them! | |
| JAPHET slides the clip home. | |
| JAPHET'S WIFE | |
| Please, Japhet! | |
| JAPHET | |
| What the fuck do you want me to do? | |
| Call Ma-Ma and ask if I can sit | |
| this one out? I'd be better off | |
| fighting the judges. | |
| 42. | |
| JAPHET pushes past his wife. | |
| Then turns. | |
| Looks at her. | |
| JAPHET | |
| Lock the door. Don't open it, | |
| whatever happens. | |
| He's gone. | |
| JAPHET'S WIFE | |
| (quiet) | |
| Oh God. | |
| 113 EXT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 113 | |
| We track JAPHET as he runs down the corridor. | |
| As he runs, other CLAN are exiting from apartments, | |
| carrying firearms of various types. | |
| MAN | |
| (exiting apartment) | |
| Japhet! | |
| JAPHET | |
| Where we headed? | |
| MAN | |
| Big Joe said the med center! | |
| 114 INT. OUTSIDE MEDICAL CENTER - CONTINUOUS 114 | |
| JAPHET and the others join up with the crowd gathering | |
| outside the closed security doors of the MED CENTER. | |
| In the middle of the crowd is BIG JOE. | |
| BIG JOE is huge. He has a SAW machine gun in one hand and | |
| an ammo box in the other. | |
| BIG JOE | |
| I want the North and East corridors | |
| totally covered! Sal is covering | |
| West and South! Spread out the | |
| hardware! | |
| BIG JOE lifts his SAW, and fires a burst into the ceiling. | |
| 43. | |
| BIG JOE | |
| We're going to shoot these judges | |
| into hamburger and hand them to Ma- | |
| ma on a plate. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 115 INT. DOORWAY- CONTINUOUS 115 | |
| On the other side of the area outside the MED CENTER, there | |
| is a door. | |
| Slightly ajar. | |
| Through it, a sliver of JUDGE'S helmet. | |
| DREDD, observing the scene. | |
| 116 INT. ACCESS CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 116 | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON are hidden in an access corridor. | |
| Low lit. | |
| Utility pipework and wiring. | |
| KAY is behind them. Gagged and cuffed to a pipe. | |
| DREDD | |
| We're going to have to go through | |
| them. | |
| DREDD pulls back from the slightly open doorway. | |
| Checks his utility belt. | |
| DREDD | |
| No gas grenades. Got any | |
| flashbangs? | |
| ANDERSON | |
| One. | |
| He looks back through the doorway. | |
| DREDD | |
| Let's give them the bad news. | |
| 117 INT. OUTSIDE MEDICAL CENTER - CONTINUOUS 117 | |
| 44. | |
| TRACKING a small cylindrical object. | |
| Rolling along the floor. | |
| Under the legs of the citizen vigilantes. | |
| Until it comes to a stop - | |
| - under JAPHET. | |
| He doesn't see it, because his attention - and the | |
| attention of all the vigilantes, is distracted by the sound | |
| of DREDD'S voice. | |
| This words are amplified, as if through a loud hailer. | |
| DREDD'S VOICE | |
| Citizens of Peach Trees. This is | |
| the law. | |
| The vigilantes look around, trying to see where the noise | |
| is coming from. | |
| DREDD'S VOICE | |
| Disperse immediately, or we will | |
| use lethal force to clear the area. | |
| CITIZEN | |
| Where's that coming from? | |
| CITIZEN | |
| Over there! | |
| ALL WEAPONS swing to the doorway behind which DREDD and | |
| ANDERSON are hidden. | |
| 118 INT. ACCESS CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 118 | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON are pressed to the wall either side of | |
| the doorway. | |
| DREDD is speaking into a mike, swung out of the inside | |
| curve of his helmet. | |
| DREDD | |
| You have been warned. You now have | |
| twenty seconds to comply. | |
| 119 INT. OUTSIDE MEDICAL CENTER - CONTINUOUS 119 | |
| 45. | |
| BIG JOE, SAW trained on the doorway, shouts back. | |
| BIG JOE | |
| It's you doing the complying, | |
| judge. Twenty of us, two of you. | |
| Come out from that doorway, or | |
| we're blowing the shit out of you. | |
| DREDD | |
| Ten seconds to comply. | |
| BIG JOE flips the safety. | |
| BIG JOE | |
| You got five. | |
| 120 INT. ACCESS CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 120 | |
| DREDD | |
| Thanks for the heads-up. | |
| In his hand, he depresses a small button on a hand held | |
| device. | |
| 121 INT. OUTSIDE MEDICAL CENTER - CONTINUOUS 121 | |
| At JAPHET'S feet - | |
| - t~e FLASHBANG detonates. | |
| A blinding flash of light fills the space. | |
| As our vision returns, bleaching back from white-out | |
| brightness, deafening tinnitus ringing in our ears... | |
| ...we can see DREDD and ANDERSON are already out of the | |
| doorway. | |
| Guns blazing. | |
| And the CLAM MEMBERS are being shredded by the rain of | |
| rapid fire. | |
| Before the effects of the flashbang have cleared, the CLAN | |
| have been shot to the ground. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| ANDERSON. | |
| 46. | |
| She seems dazed by the sight of the carnage. | |
| The shattered bodies. The sprays of blood and bullet holes. | |
| She's looking at the one vigilante who is still alive. | |
| JAPHET. | |
| Blood pouring from the wounds in his stomach. Doubled up on | |
| the floor. Kneeling. Still dazed. | |
| Seeing his BERETTA beside him. | |
| With slow, drunken coordination, reaching for it. | |
| Trying to bring it to bear on ANDERSON. | |
| ANDERSON keeps her gun levelled at JAPHET. | |
| But she doesn't fire. | |
| Instead, frozen, watches as JAPHET'S arm fails him. | |
| The gun remains only half-raised, Swaying. As if it is | |
| heavy for him to lift. | |
| DREDD'S voice cuts in to ANDERSON'S reverie. | |
| DREDD | |
| Anderson - what are you waiting | |
| for? | |
| ANDERSON doesn't answer. | |
| DREDD | |
| His crime is attempted murder of a | |
| judge. His sentence is death. | |
| Beat. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| (distant) | |
| Sir. | |
| ANDERSON fires. | |
| JAPHET is hit in the head. | |
| He drops forward, and lands face down. | |
| 47. | |
| HOLD on DREDD a moment. Watching ANDERSON. His face is | |
| expressionless, but we can tell: as far as ANDERSON'S | |
| assessment goes, the balance just tipped against her. | |
| 122 INT. MEDICAL CENTER - CONTINUOUS 122 | |
| The PARAMEDIC is watching a monitor from behind his | |
| security doors. | |
| On the monitor: | |
| ANDERSON is pulling KAY out of the access corridor. | |
| DREDD is walking over the bodies of the dead vigilantes, to | |
| the video intercom. | |
| DREDD | |
| Open up. | |
| In front of the PARAMEDIC is the door release mechanism. | |
| But he makes no move for it. | |
| DREDD | |
| (leaning into the camera) | |
| Open up! | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| Negative, judge. | |
| DREDD | |
| You know what's going on. We need a | |
| place we can defend. | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| Then you'd better find somewhere | |
| else. This is a medical facility. | |
| Neutral ground. | |
| DREDD | |
| You're not neutral. You're choosing | |
| sides. | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| Peach Trees has been sealed by | |
| blast doors designed to withstand | |
| nuclear attack. No one is getting | |
| out. No one is getting in. And you | |
| have every Clan affiliate in the | |
| block after your blood. | |
| (shrugs) | |
| You're already dead. There are no | |
| sides. | |
| 48. | |
| 123 INT. OUTSIDE MEDICAL CENTER - CONTINUOUS 123 | |
| DREDD walks to ANDERSON. | |
| KAY kneels a few feet away. | |
| DREDD | |
| We're going to keep moving. | |
| They are out of KAY'S earshot, but he seems to know what's | |
| happening. | |
| He smiles. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| What about the perp? Are we keeping | |
| him with us? | |
| DREDD | |
| Explain. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| ... Just that under the | |
| circumstances, he's a liability. | |
| DREDD | |
| Also a prime suspect in five | |
| homicides. What do you say, rookie? | |
| Want to cut him loose? | |
| ANDERSON | |
| (chastened) | |
| No, sir. | |
| 124 INT. LEVEL TWENTY FIVE/CORRIDOR - 124 | |
| KAY, with DREDD and ANDERSON either side of him, move down | |
| a corridor. | |
| Echoing down the corridors, we can hear the voices and | |
| shouts of CLAN, searching for the judges. | |
| DREDD | |
| (quiet) | |
| Switch weapon to silencer mode. | |
| Minimum profile. Conserve | |
| ammunition. Don't shoot unless | |
| you're going to hit. | |
| They hit a button on their handguns, and a suppressor | |
| slides out over the barrel. | |
| 49. | |
| Almost as soon as they have done so, at the far end of the | |
| corridor, at a T-junction, we see three armed CLAN appear. | |
| They are not facing the judges. They appear to be talking | |
| to someone out of sight around the junction corner. | |
| ANDERSON'S gun raises immediately - | |
| - but DREDD pushes her hand down. | |
| He pulls her into the recess of one of the apartment | |
| doorways. | |
| DOWN THE CORRIDOR - | |
| - the three CLAN start to walk towards us. | |
| IN THE RECESS - | |
| DDREDD pushes himself flat, gun raised, waiting for the men | |
| to draw parallel. | |
| We can hear their footsteps. | |
| Getting closer. | |
| But ANDERSON is doing something else. | |
| Her head suddenly tilts to the side - | |
| - as if she is listening. Hearing something through the | |
| apartment doorway. | |
| Then stays motionless like that for a moment. | |
| Then - surprisingly, ANDERSON pushes the intercom buzzer. | |
| DREDD | |
| (whispers) | |
| What are you - | |
| She motions for him to be silent. | |
| Then whispers into the intercom. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Cathy? | |
| Beat. Then: | |
| WOMAN'S VOICE | |
| (through intercom) | |
| 50. | |
| Who's that? | |
| The ARMED CITIZENS are now only a few feet away. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Cathy, open the door. | |
| Another beat. | |
| Then the door unlatches. | |
| Immediately, ANDERSON jams it open. | |
| 127 INT. JAPHET'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS 127 | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON push inside with KAY, throwing CATHY | |
| back, and close the door behind them. | |
| As soon as we see CATHY, we recognize her as JAPHET'S wife. | |
| ANDERSON stops CATHY from screaming with her hand. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| (quiet) | |
| It's okay. We aren't going to hurt | |
| you. | |
| DREDD watches through the spyhole as the ARMED CITIZENS | |
| pass. | |
| A silent beat. | |
| DREDD | |
| They're gone. | |
| He turns, looking at ANDERSON. She obviously just went up | |
| in his esteem. | |
| DREDD | |
| Secure the woman, somewhere where | |
| she can't raise any alarms, and | |
| we'll move on. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Sir - I don't think we can. She has | |
| a baby. Joey. Asleep next door. | |
| He's three weeks old. | |
| CATHY, wide-eyed with confusion and fear, nods. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| 51. | |
| We can't secure her if we don't | |
| know when she'll get freed. | |
| DREDD | |
| Where's her husband? | |
| ANDERSON gazes into CATHY'S eyes. Not looking into them. | |
| Through them. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Out there. Looking for us. | |
| CATHY'S eyes open even wider. Awed and bewildered by | |
| ANDERSON'S abilities. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| She has something to say. | |
| ANDERSON removes her hand from CATHY'S mouth. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Go ahead, Cathy. | |
| CATHY keeps looking at ANDERSON, hyperventilating. | |
| CATHY | |
| You. You're - How did you - | |
| ANDERSON | |
| (cuts in) | |
| Calm down. Just tell him what you | |
| were thinking. | |
| CATHY takes a deep breath. Tries to control the tremor in | |
| her voice. | |
| CATHY | |
| I'm not raising any alarms. If the | |
| men out there don't know where you | |
| are, you won't be killing them. | |
| DREDD | |
| Go on. | |
| CATHY | |
| There's a service elevator near | |
| here. The sign says it's broken, | |
| but it works as long as you're | |
| hitting a button above level forty. | |
| DREDD nods. | |
| DREDD | |
| 52. | |
| You've done the right thing, | |
| citizen. | |
| CATHY | |
| I just want you off my level. Away | |
| from my family. | |
| 128 INT. LEVEL TWENTY FIVE/DOORWAY - CONTINUOUS 128 | |
| DREDD eases the door open. | |
| Checks each way down the corridor. | |
| DREDD | |
| It's clear. Let's move. | |
| 129 INT. JAPHET'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS 129 | |
| DREDD leads KAY through the door into the corridor. | |
| ANDERSON is about to follow - | |
| - then stops dead. | |
| She's seen something. | |
| On the wall - a framed photo. | |
| CATHY, the BABY, and JAPHET. | |
| A terrible, frozen beat, as ANDERSON realizes that the man | |
| she executed was CATHY'S husband. | |
| From the other room, the baby wakes, and starts to cry. | |
| ANDERSON looks back to CATHY. | |
| A moment between them. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Cathy, I - | |
| CATHY | |
| (cuts in) | |
| Don't thank me. It's not for you. I | |
| just don't want to see you again. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| (quiet) | |
| You won't. | |
| 53. | |
| 130 INT. LEVEL FIFTY/LOBBY - DAY 130 | |
| An armed CLAN MEMBER stands guard in a lobby. | |
| The glowing wall stencil reads LEVEL 50. | |
| Behind him is the service elevator. A sign in front of it | |
| reads: out of order. | |
| But - PING. | |
| The elevator just arrived. | |
| The CLAN MEMBER turns as the doors open. | |
| And sees DREDD pointing a gun right at his head. | |
| The next moment, the CLAN MEMBER drops, shot silently, | |
| right between the eyes. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 132 INT. CCTV IMAGES - CONTINUOUS 132 | |
| - a CCTV image of the dead CLAN MEMBER, crumpled on the | |
| floor by the service elevator. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| (O.S.) | |
| We've got one here. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - the strewn bodies outside the med center. | |
| CLAN TECHIE (O.S.) | |
| Maybe twenty outside the med | |
| center. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - the bodies in the stairwell. | |
| CLAN TECHIE (O.S.) | |
| Eight in the stairwell. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - the bodies in the corridor. | |
| CLAN TECHIE (V.O.) | |
| 54. | |
| And another five on level eighteen. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 133 INT. MA MA'S BASE/CCTV ROOM - CONTINUOUS 133 | |
| - the bank of monitors on which these images are being | |
| shown. | |
| Watching these images, over the shoulder of the CLAN | |
| TECHIE, is MA-MA and her BODYGUARDS. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| They've downed thirty plus, and | |
| haven't even taken a scratch. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Where are they now? | |
| The CLAN TECHIE points to the monitors. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| These bodies are from level forty | |
| six and forty eight, but - | |
| The CLAN TECHIE breaks off. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| Wait - I just picked them up. Level | |
| Fifty, West Quadrant. | |
| He points them out on the monitor. Zooms in the image. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| Do you want me to hook you up to | |
| the Tanoy? We could get level forty | |
| through sixty converging on them. | |
| MA-MA processes. Quickly. | |
| MA-MA | |
| No. Can you seal them in there? | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| Nuke override gives me full control | |
| of the building. | |
| The CLAN TECHIE starts tapping in commands to his console. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| 55. | |
| There. I just triggered the fire | |
| protocols. All doorways to | |
| stairwells, elevator shafts, and | |
| access corridors are all sealed. | |
| Full lockdown. They're going | |
| nowhere. | |
| MA-MA nods. | |
| MA-MA | |
| They're in the West quadrant, so I | |
| want three miniguns set up on the | |
| East. | |
| Tight on MA-MA. The ice in her eyes. | |
| MA-MA | |
| I tried to do this clean. But they | |
| wouldn't let me. So now we do it | |
| messy. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 134 INT. LEVEL FIFTY/LOBBY - CONTINUOUS 134 | |
| DREDD, ANDERSON and KAY stop in their tracks, as all around | |
| them, in a strange ripple of sound, all the doorways are | |
| locking. | |
| The noise starts from down the corridor, then passes over | |
| them like a wave, and continues away from them. | |
| Then a computerized voice comes over the Tanoy. | |
| TANOY | |
| Warning. Warning. Fire containment | |
| protocol initiated. All citizens | |
| remain in your apartments until | |
| further notice. | |
| DREDD | |
| This isn't good. | |
| DREDD'S gaze flicks to the CCTV camera in the corner of the | |
| lobby. | |
| He knows the Clan are watching. | |
| He lifts his gun and - | |
| CUT BACK TO: | |
| 56. | |
| 135 INT. MA-MA'S BASE/CCTV ROOM - CONTINUOUS 135 | |
| - fires. | |
| The monitor image goes dead. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Too late, Judge. | |
| MA-MA lifts her handset. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Caleb, come in. | |
| 136 INT. PEACH TREE CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS 136 | |
| CALEB lifts his radio. | |
| CALEB | |
| Here, Ma. | |
| MA-MA | |
| We've got them cornered. We're | |
| taking them down, right now. | |
| 137 INT. LEVEL FIFTY/CORRIDOR - DAY 137 | |
| A blast door covers the entrance to a stairwell. | |
| DREDD is checking it out. | |
| DREDD | |
| We'll need oxyacetylene to even | |
| make a dent. | |
| ANDERSON looks around. | |
| They are in a long corridor, with further corridors leading | |
| off. There is no cover, except the shallow recesses of the | |
| doorways. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Why aren't they coming? They know | |
| where we are. | |
| DREDD | |
| Not sure. | |
| 57. | |
| He lifts his gun and shoots out the ceiling lights of the | |
| section of corridor they are in, leaving this section of | |
| the corridor in darkness. | |
| DREDD | |
| (to Anderson) | |
| You'll see anyone coming before | |
| they see you. It'll give you a | |
| chance. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Where are you going? | |
| DREDD | |
| To find out what they're up to. | |
| He starts to walk away. | |
| Then stops and looks back. | |
| DREDD | |
| If I don't come back, and you get | |
| cornered, you might not want to be | |
| taken alive. | |
| (beat) | |
| Your call. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| ... Sir. | |
| DREDD turns and goes. Leaving ANDERSON alone with KAY, in | |
| the darkness. | |
| 139 INT. LEVEL FIFTY/CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 139 | |
| DREDD moves cautiously down a corridor. | |
| The corridor is empty. | |
| As he walks down, we cut to the interiors of the apartments | |
| ... | |
| 141 INT. LEVEL FIFTY/APARTMENTS - CONTINUOUS 141 | |
| ... and see the lives inside. | |
| The people. The families. | |
| This is the reality of the world inside Peach Trees. Normal | |
| people, managing as best they can. | |
| 58. | |
| And right now, they are silent. Frightened. Huddled. | |
| Fathers with a hand on the shoulder of teenage daughters. | |
| Mothers trying to keep babies from crying. | |
| Because on their security monitors, and through the fish- | |
| eye lenses of the spyholes on their doors, they can see the | |
| JUDGE passing by outside. | |
| They know trouble is coming. | |
| 142 INT. LEVEL FIFTY/CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 142 | |
| DRE0D turns a corner. | |
| Ahead, he can see where the next section of corridor ends | |
| ... | |
| .. . at the ringed balcony around the atrium. | |
| 143 INT. LEVEL FIFTY/DARK CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 143 | |
| ANDERSON waits with KAY. | |
| KAY is sat on the floor, hands still cuffed behind his | |
| back. | |
| ANDERSON'S gaze is flicking between the two lit ends of the | |
| corridor. | |
| KAY'S gaze is on only ANDERSON. | |
| His tongue wets his lips. | |
| Then, after a few moments - | |
| KAY | |
| He's right, you know. | |
| ANDERSON reacts. Partly because KAY has broken his silence. | |
| Partly because of what he's said. | |
| KAY | |
| About not wanting to be taken | |
| alive. | |
| (beat) | |
| The stuff the Clan would do to a | |
| girl like you ... | |
| (shakes his head) | |
| Nasty. | |
| 59. | |
| Beat. | |
| KAY | |
| I mean, there was this one time, we | |
| got a girl about your age and - | |
| (he breaks off) | |
| Well anyway. I'm just saying. Save | |
| the last bullet for yourself. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| If I do, I'll save the second from | |
| last bullet for you. | |
| KAY smiles to himself. | |
| She's made a mistake. By attempting to show that she isn't | |
| getting rattled, she has in fact shown that she is. | |
| KAY | |
| Sure. | |
| Beat. | |
| KAY | |
| So - you're a mutant. I've heard | |
| about your kind. Psychics, right? | |
| Beat. | |
| KAY | |
| Kind of hard to believe it's real. | |
| Like - what am I thinking about | |
| right now? | |
| ANDERSON turns and gazes at him evenly, determined to show | |
| he can't get to her. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| You're picturing a violent sexual | |
| liaison between the two of us in an | |
| pointless attempt to shock me. | |
| KAY raises his eyebrows. | |
| KAY | |
| You're good. | |
| (beat) | |
| But I wasn't trying to shock you. | |
| If I'd been trying to shock you, | |
| I'd have thought of this. | |
| ANDERSON suddenly winces at the image he had dropped on | |
| her. | |
| 60. | |
| Then - snaps. | |
| She lashes out with her fist. | |
| Catches KAY full in the face, and drops him. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| What are you thinking about now? | |
| Through bloody and busted lips, KAY looks up at her and | |
| smiles. | |
| He might be bleeding and cuffed, but the victory in this | |
| encounter is his. | |
| 144 INT. ATRIUM - CONTINUOUS 144 | |
| We are spiraling up through the levels, to level fifty. | |
| At level fifty, we find DREDD pressed to the wall of a | |
| corridor, as it exits on to the West quadrant of the | |
| interior balcony. | |
| The camera continues its spiral motion, but remains at | |
| level fifty, to reveal to the East quadrant. | |
| Directly opposite the West. | |
| As three MINGUNS appear over the balcony rail. | |
| Each with six rotating barrels, electric driven, air- | |
| cooled, firing six thousand rounds a minute. | |
| Behind the machine guns are MA-MA, her BODYGUARDS, CALEB, | |
| and his men. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| DREDD. | |
| DREDD | |
| ... Damn. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| MA-MA. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Fire. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 61. | |
| DREDD. | |
| Sprinting back down the corridor. | |
| Back to ANDERSON. | |
| As the miniguns open up. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 148 INT. LEVEL FIFTY MASSACRE - CONTINUOUS 148 | |
| - a staggering shooting sequence. | |
| The tracer rounds from the miniguns create an effect like a | |
| continuous streak of light. | |
| Their effect on the Western quadrant is like a band-saw | |
| cutting through the building. | |
| Shredding and ripping through walls and doors. Through | |
| apartments. Annihilating everything inside. | |
| Objects. Pets. People. All destroyed. All vaporized in | |
| clouds of blood and glass and dust. | |
| MA-MA is sacrificing the entire Western community of level | |
| fifty in order to be sure of killing the judges and KAY. A | |
| micro-genocide. | |
| And sprinting just ahead of the wave of destruction, DREDD. | |
| Shouting to ANDERSON. | |
| DREDD | |
| Get down! | |
| 149 INT. ATRIUM/LEVEL FIFTY/EASTERN BALCONY - CONTINUOUS 149 | |
| Behind the miniguns, MA-MA and her men are electrified by | |
| the level of destruction they are causing. | |
| Jaws open. Laughing. Howling. Inaudible over the roar of | |
| the gunfire. | |
| 151 INT. LEVEL FIFTY MASSACRE - CONTINUOUS 151 | |
| Deafening noise. Smoke and dust. Sparks Streaks of tracer. | |
| Darkness. | |
| 62. | |
| DREDD, ANDERSON and KAY are crawling on their bellies. | |
| Bodies flash past them. Civilians running. | |
| Some are cut down, or cut in half, by the gunfire. | |
| DREDD, ANDERSON and KAY scramble to shelter behind a thick | |
| upright concrete pillar - | |
| - which immediately starts to erode under the hail of | |
| bullets. | |
| The pillar isn't going to last long, and there is nowhere | |
| left to run. | |
| Then - on the wall opposite them, taking the full force of | |
| the rounds - a single point of BRIGHT LIGHT appears through | |
| the smoke and dust. | |
| DREDD sees it. | |
| Lifts his gun. | |
| DREDD | |
| Hi-Ex! | |
| The setting on DREDD'S gun changes. | |
| DREOD fires at the single point of light. | |
| And the high explosive round blows a massive hole in the | |
| wall, through which BRIGHT LIGHT floods through. | |
| DREDD | |
| GO! | |
| DREDD rises, driving KAY ahead of him, running into the | |
| light. | |
| ANDERSON follows. | |
| And as she goes through, CUT TO - | |
| 152 EXT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/LEVEL FIFTY - CONTINUOUS 152 | |
| - the exterior of Peach Trees. | |
| ANDERSON has exited into thin air. | |
| The brightness is revealed as daylight. DREDD has blown a | |
| hole in the side of the building. | |
| 63. | |
| ANDERSON starts to fall - | |
| - but not fifty stories to ground. | |
| Only a couple of metres - to the SKATEPARK. | |
| Where the SKATERS stand, awestruck, as just above them, | |
| tracers fire rips through the hole in the side of Peach | |
| Trees. | |
| CUT BACK TO: | |
| 152A INT. ATRIUM/LEVEL FIFTY/EASTERN BALCONY - CONTINUOUS 152A | |
| - the three miniguns. | |
| Which, one by one, run out of ammunition. | |
| The roar of gunfire is replaced by ratchet clicks as the | |
| smoking barrels keep rotating for a few moments. | |
| Then come to a stop. | |
| Leaving silence. | |
| MA-MA and CALEB stare across the atrium at the destruction | |
| opposite. | |
| CALEB | |
| I think we got 'em. | |
| CUT BACK TO: | |
| 153 EXT. PEACH TREE BLOCK - CONTINUOUS 153 | |
| - wind clearing the smoke on the outside of the building. | |
| Revealing DREDD, ANDERSON, KAY and the SKATERS in the | |
| skatepark. | |
| DREDD'S radio suddenly fuzzes into life. | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| Responders in vicinity of block Tom | |
| Frame. Small arms fire reported in | |
| shopping zone. | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON react. | |
| 64. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| The radios | |
| are working! | |
| DREDD lifts his glove to speak into his radio. | |
| DREDD | |
| Control. Do you read me? | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| Affirmative. | |
| DREDD | |
| 10-24 on my GPS. We are under fire | |
| and need immediate assistance. | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| Copy, 10-24. Your location is | |
| showing as Peach Trees, Sector | |
| Thirteen. Confirm. | |
| DREDD | |
| Confirm. Be advised, nuke defenses | |
| have been triggered in order to | |
| seal the building. | |
| CONTROL | |
| Can you hold your current GPS? | |
| DREDD glances over the ledge at the precipitous drop. | |
| DREDD | |
| Negative. If they come for us, | |
| we've got nowhere to go. Have to | |
| keep moving. | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| Copy that. Just stay alive. Back up | |
| is on its way. | |
| 154 INT. LEVEL FIFTY/CORRIDOR - DAY 154 | |
| A blast door raises - | |
| - revealing CALEB and five heavies on the other side. | |
| 156 INT. LEVEL FIFTY/REMAINS OF WEST QUADRANT- CONTINUOUS 156 | |
| 65. | |
| CALEB and his men step into the rubble of what was the West | |
| Quadrant of level fifty. | |
| In the hanging dust, they can't see more than ten metres | |
| ahead of them. | |
| Ahead of them, a glowing band of light shows where the | |
| exterior wall once was. | |
| Half poking through the rubble at their feet are the | |
| mangled remains of the people and families who have been | |
| slaughtered. | |
| HEAVY 2 | |
| No way they survived. | |
| CALEB | |
| They're not dead until we find them | |
| dead. | |
| At CALEB'S feet, an extremely badly damaged body is | |
| resting. | |
| CALEB | |
| Or part of them anyway. | |
| They fan out, keeping their guns raised. | |
| 158 INT. LEVEL FIFTY/REMAINS OF WEST QUADRANT- CONTINUOUS 158 | |
| We are looking back at CALEB and his men as they cautiously | |
| move forwards. | |
| So we see what CALEB and his men don't. | |
| Barely visible through the dust, a dark shape appears | |
| fleetingly behind them. | |
| Then - | |
| - one of the five HEAVIES suddenly jerks backwards, out of | |
| sight, as if yanked by an invisible wire. | |
| A couple of beats later, a second HEAVY vanishes exactly | |
| the same way. | |
| CALEB now has only three men with him, and he doesn't even | |
| realize it yet. | |
| But one of his surviving HEAVIES does. | |
| 66. | |
| HEAVY 3 | |
| (looking round) | |
| Hey - where's the others? | |
| CALEB and the others all turn. | |
| They see the missing space where the men had been. | |
| But don't see - | |
| - what's happening to HEAVY 3. | |
| HEAVY 3 would shout out in alarm, if DREDD'S right hand | |
| wasn't closed around his mouth. | |
| The man's head is snapped sideways. Neck broken. | |
| And HEAVY 3 is pulled from view ... | |
| ... a beat before CALEB looks round, and sees that another | |
| of his men has gone. | |
| Immediately, the remaining three men panic. | |
| They open up with their weapons, aiming wildly all around | |
| them. But in the heavy dust, they're firing blind. They're | |
| shooting at a ghost. | |
| They keep the fire sustained, emptying their clips. | |
| After the gunfire, a silent beat as they hurriedly reload. | |
| HEAVY 5 | |
| (panicky) | |
| This is fucked up. How did he do | |
| that? There's only three of us | |
| left! | |
| But there isn't. | |
| There's two. | |
| Somehow, during the firing, HEAVY 4 was spirited away. | |
| It's all happened so fast. | |
| Only CALEB and HEAVY 5 are left. | |
| And as if in answer, a red bullet hole from a silenced | |
| round punches in the middle of HEAVY S's forehead. | |
| Then his knees give way, and he drops. | |
| 67. | |
| CALEB | |
| (quiet) | |
| Ma. | |
| 160 INT. ATRIUM/LEVEL FIFTY/EASTERN BALCONY - CONTINUOUS 160 | |
| The dust cloud is slowly drifting into the atrium from the | |
| wreckage of the level fifty Western quadrant. | |
| Out of the dust cloud, into the thin air of the atrium, a | |
| body is ejected. | |
| It's CALEB. | |
| Screaming, as he starts the fifty storey fall down to the | |
| ground level. | |
| Reveal - | |
| - MA-MA watching, as CALEB drops out of sight. | |
| Silence. | |
| Then, out of MA-MA'S mouth, a howl of rage. | |
| 164 INT. ATRIUM - CONTINUOUS 164 | |
| MA-MA'S howl seems to echo down the atrium, reverberating | |
| through the entire building. | |
| 165 INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 165 | |
| The sound of MA-MA'S howl is becoming mingled with another | |
| noise. | |
| Not a howl of rage. A scream of pain. | |
| We close in on the source of the scream. | |
| Which turns out to be KAY'S mouth. | |
| And he's screaming, because DREDD is propelling him down | |
| the corridor, with his wrist twisted behind him in a nasty | |
| looking pressure hold. | |
| ANDERSON follows behind. | |
| 68. | |
| Something in DREDD'S manner feels different. In his body | |
| language, the speed he's moving, his total lack of | |
| concession for KAY'S pain - he's not fucking around. | |
| They pass an apartment with the door broken off its hinges. | |
| Inside, it is a burned-out shell, long abandoned. | |
| DREDD stops. | |
| DREDD | |
| This'll do. | |
| 166 INT. ABANDONED APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS 166 | |
| KAY is thrown inside. | |
| Landing hard, face first. Unable to break his fall because | |
| his hands are cuffed behind his back. | |
| DREDD jams the door to the apartment closed. | |
| Then turns to KAY. | |
| DREDD | |
| Homicide investigation, busting a | |
| narcotics den, bringing in a | |
| suspect for interrogation. Any | |
| other block in Mega city One, it's | |
| routine. In Peach Trees, it's war. | |
| KAY says nothing. Just spits blood, and gazes back at | |
| DREDD. | |
| DREDD | |
| Your gang locks down the whole | |
| block. Massacres an entire quadrant | |
| of men, women, children. Just to | |
| take out two judges. Sound like | |
| overkill to you? | |
| DREDD upholsters his weapon. Checks the clip. | |
| DREDD | |
| Tell you what I think. If we'd | |
| executed you in the bust, Ma-Ma | |
| would have let us walk out of here. | |
| KAY reacts slightly. DREDD'S on the money. | |
| DREDD | |
| 69. | |
| What she doesn't want is you taken | |
| back to the sector house and | |
| interrogated. Because she's afraid | |
| of what you might say. | |
| (beat) | |
| That's got me curious. | |
| DREDD steps over to KAY, yanks his hair back, and puts the | |
| muzzle against KAY'S head. | |
| DREDD | |
| Start talking. | |
| KAY | |
| Fuck you. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Sir. | |
| DREDD hesitates. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| If you leave it to me, he doesn't | |
| have to talk. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 167 INT. ABANDONED APARTMENT - DAY 167 | |
| KKAY is kneeling on the floor, with his hands plastic- | |
| cuffed behind his back. | |
| ANDERSON is standing opposite him, looking down. | |
| DREDD is watching. | |
| KAY | |
| What are you up to, bitch? | |
| ANDERSON doesn't respond, except to close her eyes. | |
| And as she does so - | |
| - DREDD and surrounding walls of the abandoned apartment | |
| melt away. | |
| Leaving just her and KAY alone, in a dark, undefined space. | |
| 168 INT. UNDEFINED SPACE - CONTINUOUS 168 | |
| 70. | |
| ANDERSON opens her eyes again. | |
| KAY looks around. | |
| The walls and substance of the space are constantly | |
| shifting, never quite resolved. | |
| KAY | |
| What the - | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Welcome to the inside of your head. | |
| She glances around. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Kind of empty. | |
| KAY looks a little weirded out. | |
| KAY | |
| I don't know what fucked up mutant | |
| shit this is, but if I wasn't | |
| cuffed I'd - | |
| ANDERSON | |
| (cuts in) | |
| You aren't cuffed. Do what you | |
| like. | |
| KAY frowns. | |
| CUT TO his plastic-cuffed hands. | |
| Exploratory, he pulls his wrists apart ... | |
| ... and the cuffs fall away, as if they were never there. | |
| A beat. | |
| Then KAY stands. | |
| Puts his hands in front of him. | |
| KAY | |
| Huh. | |
| He smiles nastily. | |
| KAY | |
| My head. Do what I like. | |
| 71. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Sure. | |
| KAY reaches out with his hand - | |
| - and ANDERSON'S weapons suddenly springs out her holster, | |
| into his waiting palm. | |
| Immediately, without any delay or ceremony, he lifts the | |
| gun, and fires a volley of shots at point blank range into | |
| ANDERSON'S face. | |
| And when the last muzzle flash has faded, and the smoke has | |
| cleared, ANDERSON stands before him, just as before, | |
| unscathed. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Thinking about hurting me doesn't | |
| actually hurt me. | |
| KAY | |
| Oh. Yeah. Point to you. | |
| He tosses the gun. | |
| KAY | |
| Except - there is that thing. That | |
| thing we already established. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| What thing was that? | |
| KAY | |
| That I know how to freak you the | |
| fuck out. | |
| When we cut back to ANDERSON, her uniform has vanished - | |
| leaving her completely naked. | |
| KAY | |
| See, if we're talking about my | |
| fucked-up head versus your fucked- | |
| up head ... | |
| As he's talking, an invisible force compels ANDERSON to a | |
| kneeling position in front of him. | |
| KAY | |
| ... your fucked-up head is going to | |
| lose. | |
| KAY unzips himself. | |
| 72. | |
| KAY | |
| Speaking of head. | |
| WE CLOSE ON KAY'S UPPER BODY. | |
| He laughs. | |
| KAY | |
| Figured that would shut you up. | |
| Gives me a moment to think up | |
| something really - | |
| ANDERSON (O.S.) | |
| Hey. | |
| KAY jumps. | |
| ANDERSON'S voice came from over his shoulder. | |
| His head turns, and he sees her. She's back in uniform, and | |
| standing directly behind him. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Guess what? | |
| (into Kay's ear) | |
| I can play mind games too. | |
| KAY | |
| What the - | |
| KAY'S head turns again, to see who is felating him - | |
| - and SHOUTS with alarm. | |
| KAY | |
| Fuck! | |
| The naked woman felating him is MA-MA. | |
| KAY pulls back like a scalded cat. | |
| KAY | |
| Aaaagh! Fuck! Jesus! FUCK! You sick | |
| bitch! | |
| ANDERSON spins him round. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Sick? We haven't even started. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 73. | |
| 170 INT. ABANDONED APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS 170 | |
| - stillness and quiet in the abandoned apartment. | |
| From what DREDD can see, there is no indication of the | |
| strange battle of wits between ANDERSON and KAY. | |
| They are both in the same positions they were in | |
| previously. | |
| KAY kneeling with his hands cuffed. | |
| ANDERSON standing in front of him. | |
| Both with their eyes closed. | |
| The calm moment is sustained. | |
| Then, abruptly, KAY pisses himself. | |
| As the dark stain spreads across his trousers, ANDERSON | |
| opens her eyes and looks at DREDD | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Peach Trees is the manufacturing | |
| base for all the slo-mo in Mega | |
| City One. Ma-Ma is controlling the | |
| production and distribution across | |
| the whole city. | |
| KAY'S looks down at the puddle on the floor, then up at | |
| ANDERSON. | |
| In KAY'S eyes, it's pure hatred. | |
| DREDD | |
| Interesting. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 171 INT. MA-MA'S BASE/CONTROL ROOM - DAY 171 | |
| The CLAN TECHIE looks under even more pressure than usual. | |
| He's shaking with fear. | |
| MA-MA is leaned over behind him, with her head | |
| uncomfortable close to his, and her right arm around his | |
| torso. | |
| On the monitor in front of him, we can see the exterior of | |
| the South Entrance. | |
| 74. | |
| And standing by the closed blast-door are three judges. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| But Ma, please - they're Judges! I | |
| can't refuse them entry! They can | |
| go where ever they like! | |
| REVEAL that MA-MA is holding a knife across the CLAN | |
| TECHIE'S stomach. Ready to cut. | |
| MA-MA | |
| If you want to keep your insides | |
| in, you better keep the Judges out. | |
| So I guess you'd better think of | |
| something fast. | |
| The CLAN TECHIE takes a steadying breath. | |
| Then flicks a switch on the console and speaks into his | |
| headset. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| Peach Trees. Can I help you? | |
| On the MONITOR, one of the judges speaks into the intercom. | |
| JUDGE | |
| (over intercom) | |
| We're responding to a report of | |
| judges under fire from within this | |
| block. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| Judges under fire? I'm not aware of | |
| any such activity. We're actually | |
| under a scheduled nuke defense test | |
| ... | |
| JUDGE | |
| (over intercom) | |
| Not any more you're not. Open the | |
| blast door right now. | |
| Sweat rolls down the TECHIE'S face. But he keeps his voice | |
| under control. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| Yes, sir. The problem is, we have a | |
| software malfunction and we've lost | |
| control over the system. We've had | |
| a fire on level forty ... | |
| 75. | |
| The JUDGE glances upwards, to the hole DREDD blasted in the | |
| side of the building. | |
| JUDGE | |
| (over intercom) | |
| You'd better get control. Fast. Or | |
| I'm slapping you with an | |
| obstruction of justice charge. Five | |
| years in the cubes, mandatory. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| Will do, sir. On it right now. | |
| The CLAN TECHIE hits the disconnect button and pulls his | |
| headset off. | |
| Wipes his hand over his mouth. | |
| Then glances round at MA-MA nervously. | |
| Beat. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Good. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 172 INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 172 | |
| - a ten year-old boy, standing in the corridor on which the | |
| abandoned apartment is situated. | |
| The KID points with his index finger. | |
| KID | |
| They went that way. All the way | |
| down. Then went in to three-four- | |
| nine. | |
| Behind the KID are two CLAN. They are AMOS and FREEL. | |
| AMOS | |
| You sure it was them? | |
| KID | |
| They walked right past my door. Two | |
| judges and one of the clan. He was | |
| screaming. I think one of the | |
| judges was breaking his arm. | |
| FREEL | |
| 76. | |
| Shit. Why'd have to be us that | |
| found them? | |
| AMOS | |
| (to the kid) | |
| All right, Joey. Run back home. And | |
| stay there. | |
| The KID legs it. | |
| AMOS | |
| Okay. Let's do it. | |
| AMOS and FREEL raise their guns, and start making their way | |
| down the corridor. | |
| ON THEIR FACES - | |
| - we can see how nervous they are. Bright beads of sweat on | |
| the top lips. Eyes darting. | |
| Then, from ahead down the corridor, from the doorway of the | |
| abandoned apartment, a CLICK of a door opening. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 174 INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 174 | |
| - DREDD exiting from the abandoned apartment, into the | |
| corridor. | |
| He looks left and right ... | |
| ... and the corridor is empty. | |
| DREDD | |
| Clear. | |
| ANDERSON, leading KAY ahead of her, follow. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 175 INT. CORRIDOR/DOORWAYS - CONTINUOUS 175 | |
| In the recess of two doorways, opposite each other in the | |
| corridor, AMOS and FREEL are hiding. | |
| They whisper to each other: | |
| AMOS | |
| 77. | |
| Why didn't you shoot them? | |
| FREEL | |
| Why didn't you? | |
| AMOS peeks around the recess - and sees the judges and | |
| their prisoner, walking away from them. | |
| AMOS | |
| We could do it now. | |
| FREEL | |
| Go on then. | |
| AMOS looks back around the recess - | |
| - and the corridor is empty. | |
| The judges have gone. | |
| AMOS | |
| Shit. | |
| AMOS wipes the sweat off his face with the back of his | |
| sleeve. | |
| AMOS | |
| Come on. | |
| 176 INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 176 | |
| DREDD, ANDERSON and KAY move down the corridor away from | |
| the abandoned apartment. | |
| DREDD | |
| We have new intel about Ma-Ma, and | |
| we've managed to get a 10-24 call | |
| to Control. Parameters are | |
| shifting. What are our options, | |
| rookie? | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Find a position to defend, or keep | |
| moving and attempt to avoid further | |
| detection. Sarne as before. Except | |
| now at least we know back-up is | |
| inbound. | |
| DREDD | |
| Two options. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| 78. | |
| Yes, sir. | |
| DREDD | |
| What about we head straight for Ma- | |
| Ma. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| ... Is that an option? | |
| DREDD | |
| She's guilty. We're judges. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Sir - if back-up is inbound we | |
| should wait until the odds have | |
| shifted in our favor. | |
| Beat. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| ... Wrong answer? | |
| DREDD | |
| You're the psychic. | |
| ANDERSON glances at DREDD. | |
| Beat. | |
| Then looks away. | |
| 177 INT. SHOPPING ZONE - CONTINUOUS 177 | |
| Ahead of them, the corridor widens into a lobby area. | |
| It's a mini-shopping zone - like the clusters of shops at | |
| the bases of large estate tower blocks. Metal grills over | |
| the windows. Everything covered in the ubiquitous graffiti. | |
| The shops are all abandoned or closed. | |
| Set into the wall is a machine that looks like a large cash | |
| dispenser. It is in fact a BLOCK INFO POINT. | |
| There is also an elevator door. | |
| DREDD | |
| Wait. Map point. Let's get | |
| bearings. | |
| DREDD approaches the INFO POINT. | |
| 79. | |
| Taps the console. | |
| Surprisingly, it works. | |
| He taps the screen. | |
| Brings up a map of the block, similar to the map we saw in | |
| the med center. | |
| He rotates the map. | |
| A flashing marker reads: YOU ARE HERE. | |
| They are about half up the block. | |
| AT THAT MOMENT - | |
| - AMOS and FREEL make their move. | |
| AMOS | |
| FREEZE! | |
| DREDD looks round. | |
| By the entrance to the lobby, AMOS and FREEL are standing | |
| with their guns aimed respectively at DREDD and ANDERSON. | |
| A beat. | |
| DREDD sees - the fear in their eyes. The sweat. The shake | |
| in their hands. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - KAY, who is standing beside ANDERSON with his hands | |
| cuffed behind him. Next to the elevator control panel. | |
| CUT BACK TO: | |
| - DREDD. | |
| DREDD | |
| Why? | |
| AMOS | |
| Why what? | |
| DREDD | |
| Why should I freeze? | |
| AMOS is momentarily thrown. | |
| 80. | |
| AMOS | |
| ... Because otherwise I'll shoot | |
| you. | |
| DREDD | |
| With the safety catch on. | |
| AMOS'S eyes flick to the safety catch of his gun. | |
| Which is, in fact, off. | |
| AMOS | |
| It isn't - | |
| The words dry up. | |
| In the brief instant that AMOS and FREEL glanced at their | |
| weapons, DREDD and ANDERSON have drawn their own guns, and | |
| are pointing them back at AMOS and FREEL. | |
| DREDD | |
| Drop the weapons. | |
| AMOS gulps. | |
| DREDD | |
| You aren't killers. If you were, | |
| you'd have shot us already. Put the | |
| guns down, and you get to live. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - KAY. | |
| Who can see the way this is about to go. | |
| And now makes his move. | |
| The following | |
| action is fast and fluid. A surprise. | |
| KAY'S hands are cuffed behind him. | |
| In a contortionist's move, KAY DISLOCATES HIS LEFT | |
| SHOULDER, then sweeps his looped arms over his head. | |
| Now, like magic, his cuffed hands are in front of his body. | |
| It's an amazing trick, | |
| for the right moment | |
| 81. | |
| and he's obviously been waiting | |
| to do it. | |
| ANDERSON is reacting | |
| to KAY'S move - | |
| - but she's too slow. KAY has grabbed her gun, forced his | |
| finger over her trigger finger, and jammed the aim in | |
| DREDD'S direction. | |
| The following action is fast and fluid. A surprise. | |
| KAY'S hands are cuffed behind him. | |
| In a contortionist's move, KAY DISLOCATES HIS LEFT | |
| SHOULDER, then sweeps his looped arms over his head. | |
| Now, like magic, his cuffed hands are in front of his body. | |
| It's an amazing trick, and he's obviously been waiting for | |
| the right moment to do it. | |
| ANDERSON is reacting to KAY'S move - | |
| - but she's too slow. KAY has grabbed her gun, forced his | |
| finger over her trigger finger, and jammed the aim in | |
| DREDD'S direction. | |
| And now ANDERSON'S gun is firing. | |
| DREDD dives for cover. | |
| Almost simultaneously, panicked by the sudden explosion of | |
| action, AMOS and FREEL open fire. | |
| DREDD rolls to upright position and returns fire. | |
| AMOS and FREEL are dropped by rapid rounds that stitch | |
| across them and the wall behind. | |
| And when DREDD brings his gun to bear on where ANDERSON and | |
| KAY should be - | |
| - he sees KAY has twisted ANDERSON'S gun back against her | |
| head, and is backing into the now open elevator doors. | |
| A glimpse between DREDD and ANDERSON. | |
| Then the elevator doors close. | |
| 82. | |
| 182 INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS 182 | |
| The elevator is rising. | |
| Still gripping ANDERSON, KAY slams his shoulder against the | |
| side of the lift, popping it back in to place. | |
| Looks unbelievably painful, but KAY deals with it. | |
| KAY | |
| Wow. | |
| KAY pushes the gun harder against ANDERSON'S head. | |
| KAY | |
| You are so fucked. | |
| 183 INT. SHOPPING ZONE/LIFT SHAFT - CONTINUOUS 183 | |
| DREDD forces open the outer doors to the elevator, and | |
| looks up the lift shaft. | |
| Far above, he can see the lift car, rapidly ascending. | |
| 185 INT. SHOPPING ZONE - CONTINUOUS 185 | |
| Outside, in the lobby, we can see the digital display show | |
| the position of the lift. | |
| The numbers rise - all the way up to 200. | |
| Then stop. | |
| A beat. | |
| 186 INT. SHOPPING ZONE/LIFT SHAFT - CONTINUOUS 186 | |
| High above, a noise floats down the lift shaft. | |
| It sounds at first like a scream. | |
| As if it might be ANDERSON. | |
| But there's something weird about the noise. | |
| It takes us a moment to realize, it is in fact the sound of | |
| metal, rending and tearing. | |
| 83. | |
| 187 INT. SHOPPING ZONE - CONTINUOUS 187 | |
| The numbers on the digital display start descending again, | |
| at an accelerating rate, much faster than before. | |
| 188 INT. SHOPPING ZONE/LIFT SHAFT - CONTINUOUS 188 | |
| DREDD pulls back just in time to avoid being struck by the | |
| plummeting lift car. | |
| It continues down, severed cabled whipping through the air, | |
| all the way to the bottom. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 189 INT. MA MA'S BASE - CONTINUOUS 189 | |
| - KAY. Back on home turf - and a hero. Dragging ANDERSON | |
| through a group of CLAN, who are cheering the capture of | |
| one of the judges, and slapping KAY on the back. | |
| KAY throws ANDERSON to the floor. | |
| KAY | |
| Now then. What am I going to do | |
| with you? | |
| MA-MA | |
| You're going to do nothing. | |
| KAY turns. | |
| Sees, coming through the CLAN, MA-MA and her BODYGUARDS. | |
| MA-MA | |
| All this trouble is your doing. | |
| When you got busted, you should | |
| have killed the judges or been | |
| killed yourself. But instead, you | |
| let yourself get taken. Like the | |
| dumb fuck you are. | |
| KAY | |
| But - | |
| MA-MA silences him with a vicious blow from the back of her | |
| hand. | |
| MA-MA | |
| 84. | |
| Shut the fuck up. I'd kill you | |
| myself, but I already lost plenty | |
| today, and I can't afford to lose | |
| more. | |
| MA-MA turns to ANDERSON. Looks her up and down. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Sooner or later, the justice | |
| department is going to come through | |
| the blast doors, looking for their | |
| judges. And they'll find their | |
| bodies, all shot up. One on level | |
| fifty five, and one in the slo-mo | |
| den they took down. Just a bust | |
| that went wrong. | |
| MA-MA'S hand reaches back, and closes around KAY'S hair, | |
| allowing her to yank his head close to hers. | |
| MA-MA | |
| That means no torture. No raping. | |
| No skinning. Just a bunch of | |
| bullets in the head and chest. You | |
| understand me? | |
| KAY hesitates. | |
| MA-MA'S fist tightens so hard we can see the hairs getting | |
| pulled out of KAY'S head. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Do you fucking understand me? | |
| KAY | |
| Yes. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Good. | |
| AT THAT MOMENT- | |
| - a CLAN MEMBER arrives. | |
| CLAN MEMBER | |
| Ma, | |
| MA-MA turns. Wipes stray hairs from her hand. | |
| The guy looks worried. | |
| CLAN MEMBER | |
| You'd better come quick. | |
| 85. | |
| 191 INT. MA MA'S BASE/CCTV ROOM - CONTINUOUS 191 | |
| MA-MA, followed by KAY, enters the CCTV room. | |
| The CLAN TECHIE is hurriedly working his console. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Now what? | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| It's the other judge. He's patched | |
| himself in to one of the terminals. | |
| I think he's trying to access the | |
| Tanoy. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Can't you stop him? | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| I can shut down the whole system. | |
| But if we let him talk, I can trace | |
| which terminal he's using. We'll | |
| know exactly where he is. | |
| On cue, over the Tanoy, DREDD'S VOICE cuts in. | |
| DREDD'S VOICE | |
| Inhabitants of Peach Trees. This is | |
| Judge Dredd speaking. | |
| The CLAN TECHIE looks back to MA-MA. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Let him talk. | |
| 192 INT. ATRIUM - CONTINUOUS 192 | |
| DREDD'S VOICE echoes down the whole atrium. | |
| All around the balconies and apartments, the citizens, many | |
| of them armed, listen. | |
| DREDD'S VOICE | |
| In case you people have forgotten: | |
| this block operates under the same | |
| rules as the rest of the city. Ma- | |
| Ma is not the law. I am the law. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - MA-MA and KAY walk out on to the top level balcony. | |
| 86. | |
| DREDD'S VOICE | |
| Ma-Ma is a common criminal. | |
| On MA-MA'S FACE: | |
| DREDD'S VOICE | |
| Guilty of murder. Guilty of the | |
| manufacture and distribution of the | |
| narcotic known as slo-mo. | |
| MA-MA'S head snaps round to KAY. | |
| The look in her eyes silences him. | |
| DREDD'S VOICE | |
| And as of now, under sentence of | |
| death. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - groups of armed citizens. | |
| DREDD'S VOICE | |
| Any who obstruct me in carrying out | |
| my duty will be treated as an | |
| accessory to her crimes. You have | |
| been warned. | |
| The armed citizens exchange glances. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| MA-MA. | |
| DREDD'S VOICE | |
| As for you, Ma-Ma ... | |
| CUT TO: | |
| CLOSE UP ON DREDD'S MOUTH. | |
| DREDD'S VOICE | |
| Judgement time. | |
| 195 INT. ATRIUM/TOP BALCONY - CONTINUOUS 195 | |
| As the Tanoy cuts out, we find MA-MA, standing by the rail, | |
| gripping it hard in her huge fists. | |
| Beside her, KAY, ashen-faced. | |
| 87. | |
| Behind her, the CLAN-TECHIE, appearing. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| I've got him. He's only ten levels | |
| below us. South Quad balcony. | |
| Terminal five. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 196 INT. LEVEL 190/CORRIDORS - DAY 196 | |
| Two groups of CLAN, automatic weapons in hand, run down | |
| corridors, exiting onto the - | |
| 198 INT. LEVEL 190/BALCONY - CONTINUOUS 198 | |
| - balcony, where they converge on Terminal Five: one of the | |
| information access booths dotted around the block. | |
| Through the frosted glass of the booth, we can just make | |
| out the shape of a tall man. | |
| CLAN MEMBER | |
| He's still in there! | |
| The two converging groups of Clan open fire as one. | |
| Hundreds of rounds simultaneously smash into the frosted | |
| glass. | |
| Blood and glittering shards cloud our vision. | |
| And when they clear - | |
| - we find the body of a CLAN member. | |
| Dead. Shot to pieces. But still held upright by the | |
| plasticuffs that secure him to the terminal console. | |
| PULL BACK FAST TO: | |
| 199 INT. LEVEL 191/BALCONY - CONTINUOUS 199 | |
| - the opposite balcony of the next level up. | |
| Where DREDD is standing. | |
| Looking down. | |
| 88. | |
| DREDD | |
| Incendiary. | |
| The setting on DREDD'S gun changes. | |
| Then he opens up. | |
| As the incendiary rounds make contact, they erupt into | |
| fireballs, engulfing the balcony of level 190. | |
| DREDD walks, calmly shooting. Spreading the flame. | |
| Until it is a ring of fire. | |
| Out of which, blazing Clan, blinded by fire and pain, throw | |
| themselves into the void of the atrium. | |
| A PARTICULARLY LARGE FIREBALL erupts. | |
| 200 INT. ATRIUM - CONTINUOUS 200 | |
| We FOLLOW the FIREBALL upwards, as it rolls through the | |
| atrium ... | |
| ... until it hits and dissipates on the roof ... | |
| Sending MA-MA, KAY, and the CLAN TECHIE recoiling back from | |
| the edge of the balcony, and diving for the floor. | |
| When the CLAN TECHIE and MA-MA look up, they see the KAY | |
| tearing at his head, screaming. | |
| He didn't pull back from the balcony quickly enough, and | |
| the fireball has caught his hair on fi | |
| KAY | |
| Aaah! AAAAH! | |
| KAY beats the flames on his head out. | |
| When he's done, half his hair is burned to the scalp. | |
| KAY | |
| Fuck! | |
| MA-MA goes back to the balcony. | |
| Looks down at the devastation. | |
| KAY watches her, smoke curling up from his head. | |
| 89. | |
| KAY | |
| Ma, this is going to shit! You've | |
| got to fucking stop this guy! What | |
| are we going to do? | |
| Fire reflecting in MA-MA'S eyes. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Got no choice. Dial 911. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 201 EXT. MEGA CITY ONE - NIGHT 201 | |
| SIRENS in Mega City One. | |
| Blue lights strobing the night. | |
| Four judges, straight-line formation, on bikes. | |
| We see them each in turn. | |
| They are judges ELMUNDO, THOZ, MUGGERS, and LEX. | |
| Each more hard-bitten than the last. | |
| Riding up the ramps, down the walkways, scattering | |
| pedestrians ... | |
| ... then pulling up at the SOUTH ENTRANCE of Peach Trees. | |
| As they get off their bike, we see ELMUNDO is armed | |
| differently to the other three. Instead of a handgun, he | |
| carries a bulky MACHINE GUN | |
| 202 EXT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/SOUTH ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS 202 | |
| LEX approaches the three JUDGES who are already on the | |
| scene. | |
| LEX is very like DREDD. Same build. Same granite face. | |
| Speaks with total economy in a low growl. | |
| LEX | |
| Got a 10-24 from this block. Two | |
| judges under fire, requesting | |
| urgent assistance. And you're | |
| standing outside. | |
| JUDGE | |
| 90. | |
| Block's under lock-down. | |
| Malfunction with their nuke defense | |
| system. | |
| LEX glances at the blast doors. | |
| ELMUNDO, the HEAVY WEAPONS JUDGE, walks over to the | |
| intercom. Speaks into it. | |
| ELMUNDO | |
| Open up. Now. | |
| A beat. | |
| Then ... | |
| the heavy door starts to rise. | |
| LEX looks back at the judges. | |
| LEX | |
| You're relieved. | |
| 203 INT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/SOUTH ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS 203 | |
| Seen from a CCTV POV, LEX, ELMUNDO, MUGGERS THOZ and enter | |
| the darkened entrance. | |
| The three judges on the outside watch them. | |
| Until the blast door suddenly slams shut again. | |
| REVEAL - | |
| 205 INT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/MEDICAL CENTER - CONTINUOUS 205 | |
| - that the CCTV image is being watched by the PARAMEDIC. | |
| He jumps up, runs to his security, and punches in the code | |
| to unlock it. | |
| 206 INT. ATRIUM - CONTINUOUS 206 | |
| LEX, THOZ, ELMUNDO and MUGGERS stand at the base of the | |
| atrium. | |
| It's the bottom of a pit of Hell. | |
| Dark, apart from the glow of emergency lighting. | |
| 91. | |
| A hundred and ninety stories up, fire burns. | |
| The base of the atrium is littered with smouldering bodies, | |
| crumpled and half exploded from the impact of their fall. | |
| LEX | |
| So what we got here? | |
| THOZ | |
| Two judges trigger a turf war. | |
| Judges die in pursuit of duty. | |
| LEX | |
| And the perps who killed the | |
| judges? | |
| THOZ gestures at the bodies. | |
| THOZ | |
| Laid out here. | |
| LEX | |
| Sounds right. | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| Excuse me. | |
| The four judges turn. | |
| See the PARAMEDIC, who has approached them from the | |
| shadows. | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| That's not what's happened. I've | |
| been here right from the start. | |
| This killing is all because of one | |
| gang - the Ma-Ma Clan. And from | |
| that fire up there, I'd say at | |
| least one of your two judges is | |
| still alive. | |
| LEX gazes at the man a beat. | |
| LEX | |
| You prepared to testify to that? | |
| PARAMEDIC | |
| Sure. | |
| THOZ shoots the PARAMEDIC in the head. | |
| 207 INT. LEVEL 199/CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 207 | |
| 92. | |
| DREDD exits a stairwell into a corridor of level 199. | |
| One level down from MA-MA'S penthouse base. | |
| One end of the corridor opens into the atrium, where we | |
| can see the glow of flames from the fire he has | |
| started. | |
| Smoke hangs in the air. Gives everything a strange, | |
| heavy atmosphere. | |
| Ahead of DREDD is an elevator lobby. | |
| The digital display by the call button shows the | |
| elevator moving between floors, upwards through the | |
| building. | |
| The elevator gets closer and closer to level 199. | |
| As the countdown is about to reach his floor, DREDD | |
| takes aim, to catch whoever is inside as the doors | |
| open ... | |
| ... but the elevator continues to the floor above. | |
| NO SOONER HAS IT PASSED - | |
| - than there is a sound behind DREDD. | |
| He turns, fast, firing. | |
| Corning out of a doorway, a CLAN MEMBER is almost shot in | |
| half by the volley. | |
| ON DREDD'S GUN - | |
| - a WARNING LIGHT flicks on. | |
| DREDD glances down. | |
| On the DIGITAL DISPLAY it reads: AMMUNITION LOW | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 93. | |
| 209 INT. MA MA'S BASE - CONTINUOUS 209 | |
| Elevator doors open, revealing the four judges. | |
| The four judges exit. | |
| Waiting for them are MA-MA and KAY. | |
| LEX | |
| One million credits. | |
| MA-MA | |
| A million? | |
| LEX | |
| You got a problem with a judge. | |
| Know who he is? | |
| MA-MA | |
| No. | |
| LEX | |
| I do. One million. | |
| Beat. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Fine. | |
| LEX | |
| Muggers, protection detail on | |
| client. Thoz and El, we're flushing | |
| him out, | |
| ELMUNDO | |
| Got it. | |
| LEX turns back to MA-MA. | |
| LEX | |
| Where's the other one? The rookie. | |
| MA-MA | |
| We've got her here. | |
| LEX | |
| Dead or alive? | |
| MA-MA | |
| Alive. | |
| LEX | |
| 94. | |
| Make her dead. | |
| 210 INT. LEVEL 199/SMOKE FILLED CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 210 | |
| Smoke hangs in a corridor. | |
| Bright sparks swirl in the air, floating up from the fire. | |
| And the sparks, through the smoke, are changing their | |
| movement ... | |
| ... as DREDD appears through them, gun raised. | |
| 211 INT. LEVEL 199/SMOKE FILLED CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 211 | |
| LEX, THOZ and ELMUNDO appear out of a stairwell. | |
| LEX silently gestures to the other two judges - telling | |
| them to fan out. | |
| They nod, and move, each taking a different direction. | |
| 212 INT. LEVEL 199/SMOKE FILLED CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 212 | |
| DREDD moves forwards. | |
| Reacts to a movement in the smoke. | |
| Brings his gun to bear, as the smoke momentarily clears. | |
| Revealing nothing. | |
| Just a shadow. | |
| 213 INT. MA MA'S BASE/CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 213 | |
| MUGGERS leads MA-MA and KAY down a corridor, towards MA- | |
| MA'S penthouse. | |
| KAY | |
| I'll do the girl. | |
| MA-MA gives KAY the nod. | |
| KAY peels off. | |
| 214 INT. LEVEL 199/SMOKE-FILLED CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 214 | |
| 95. | |
| Back to the sparks. | |
| DREDD seeing something ahead. | |
| Through the haze and pinprick points of brightness ... | |
| .... the shape of another judge. | |
| The shoulder pads. The curve of the helmet. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - the REVERSE VIEW. | |
| THOZ pulling back into an alcove, drawing his weapon. | |
| THOZ lifts his glove and speaks into his mike. | |
| THOZ | |
| (quiet) | |
| Just eyeballed him. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - LEX, elsewhere in the smoke filled corridors, lifting his | |
| glove. | |
| LEX | |
| Don't take him one on one. Stick | |
| with the plan. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| THOZ. | |
| THOZ | |
| (quiet) | |
| Copy that. | |
| THOZ lowers is glove. | |
| Then calls out. | |
| THOZ | |
| You there. Identify yourself. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| DREDD. Also ducked into an alcove, weapon drawn. | |
| DREDD | |
| Dredd. Sector Thirteen. | |
| 96. | |
| Ahead of him, THOZ steps out of cover. | |
| THOZ | |
| Thoz. Sector Nine. Responding to | |
| your 10-24. | |
| THOZ walks towards DREDD. | |
| THOZ | |
| Good to see you, Dredd. | |
| DREDD | |
| Likewise. You alone? | |
| THOZ | |
| Negative. Three man squad. Closing | |
| on my vector right now. | |
| THOZ smiles. | |
| THOZ | |
| So relax. Cavalry's here. | |
| Beat. On DREDD. His sixth sense, catching bullshit. It's | |
| THOZ'S smile. | |
| Then: | |
| DREDD | |
| There were two of us. | |
| THOZ | |
| Two. | |
| DREDD | |
| Two of us called in the 10-24. | |
| Wondering why you haven't asked | |
| about the other one. | |
| Beat. | |
| Then THOZ lifts his left glove ... | |
| THOZ | |
| Lex - move it - | |
| THOZ is cut off. | |
| DREDD'S hand catches his gun-arm around the wrist - | |
| - and with equal speed, THOZ has done the same to DREDD, | |
| holding DREDD'S gun by the barrel. | |
| 97. | |
| For a moment, the TWO judges face each other, each | |
| neutralising the other's handgun. | |
| Then - | |
| - the fight kicks off. | |
| DREDD pushes forwards, jamming THOZ'S wrist back, forcing | |
| his gun to drop. | |
| THOZ twists, turning DREDD one eighty, pulling DREDD'S gun | |
| up so that the weapon is jammed against DREDD'S throat. | |
| To prevent being choked, DREDD must release the gun. | |
| Immediately, DREDD snaps his helmet back into THOZ with a | |
| reverse headbutt. | |
| And now it's just silent HAND TO HAND COMBAT. | |
| Incredibly fast and vicious. | |
| Pure fight to the death between two hard-as-nails street | |
| judges. | |
| Carried out in the hanging smoke and whirling sparks. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 216 INT. LEVEL 199/SMOKE FILLED CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 216 | |
| - LEX hooking up with ELMUNDO. | |
| Joining to move fast down the corridor. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| DREDD and THOZ in HAND TO HAND COMBAT. | |
| Ending on a fast jab. An open hand. DREDD'S fingers | |
| slamming into THOZ'S neck. | |
| It stops THOZ in his tracks. | |
| When DREDD'S hand pulls back, there is a weird concave dip, | |
| several inches deep, in THOZ'S throat. | |
| His windpipe has been crushed. | |
| He can't breathe. | |
| 98. | |
| As THOZ'S hands move up to his neck, as if trying to push | |
| it back into shape - | |
| - DREDD steps away. | |
| And calmly picks up his handgun. | |
| BACK TO - | |
| LEX and ELMUNDO. | |
| Turning a corner. | |
| Seeing, ahead of them, the silhouette shape of a judge. | |
| Their guns immediately snap to him. | |
| But don't shoot, as the figure takes a hesitant, drunken | |
| step towards them. | |
| Revealing himself as THOZ. | |
| A final strangled noise comes out of THOZ'S blood-filled | |
| mouth. | |
| Then he drops to his knees. Hard. | |
| Then falls face down and lies still. | |
| LEX and ELMUNDO exchange a glance. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 217 INT. LEVEL 199/SMOKE-FILLED CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 217 | |
| - DREDD, who backs through a doorway. | |
| As the door closes behind him, pulled shut by a hydraulic | |
| mechanism that slows the door on its final inches ... | |
| LEX and ELMUNDO appear, guns drawn. | |
| LEX gestures at the door. | |
| ELMUNDO nods. | |
| 219 INT. SLO MO MANUFACTURINGBASE - CONTINUOUS 219 | |
| DREDD looks around at the space he has just entered into. | |
| 99. | |
| Apartment walls have been knocked out, as have sections of | |
| ceiling and floor. All to accommodate pipes, tanks, | |
| heaters, condensers ... | |
| .. . and racks of large COMPRESSED GAS CANISTERS, the size | |
| of a scuba-diver's air tank. | |
| The machinery for the large-scale manufacture and refining | |
| of the slo-mo narcotic. | |
| This is MA-MA'S MANUFACTURING BASE. | |
| As the WORKERS see DREDD, and scatter. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 220 INT. MA-MA'S BASE/ROOM - CONTINUOUS 220 | |
| - KAY. Half his hair burned off. | |
| Looking at a variety of objects, laid out on a table. | |
| Objects taken from ANDERSON. | |
| There are ammunition clips. Lock knife. Med kits. Plasti | |
| cuffs ... | |
| ... and the PHOTO of ANDERSON and her parents. | |
| KAY'S gaze hesitates on it. | |
| Then - | |
| - turns to ANDERSON, who is kneeling in front of him. | |
| Head down, not meeting KAY'S gaze. No hope left for her. | |
| Defeated, it seems. | |
| KAY glances at the weapon in his hand. | |
| It's ANDERSON'S LAWGIVER. | |
| KAY | |
| Bet you thought you were going to | |
| make your parents proud. Not much | |
| chance of that now. | |
| KAY shakers his head. | |
| KAY | |
| You were shit out of luck when you | |
| ran into the Ma-Ma Clan. | |
| 100. | |
| KAY turns over ANDERSON'S gun in his hand, appraising it. | |
| ANDERSON'S eyes stay down. | |
| KAY | |
| But don't feel too bad. I've seen a | |
| lot of Judges in my time, and you | |
| just weren't cut out for it. If it | |
| wasn't today you got killed, it | |
| would have been tomorrow. At best | |
| the day after. | |
| Beat. | |
| KAY | |
| Anyway. Today it is. | |
| He looks back at ANDERSON. | |
| KAY | |
| Any last words, bitch? | |
| Beat. | |
| Then - | |
| ANDERSON | |
| That's funny. | |
| ANDERSON raises her head. | |
| And in her eyes, there's no fear. She's totally calm, | |
| staring death right in the face. Not even blinking. | |
| She may be a failed rookie, but she looks like a judge. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| I was going to ask you the exact | |
| thing. | |
| SAME | |
| (beat) | |
| Bitch. | |
| KAY'S wrong-footed. It's fleeting, but just for a moment, | |
| it's almost like he's scared of her. | |
| Then his fingers close around ANDERSON'S gun. | |
| He lifts it, aiming right at her head. | |
| And squeezes the trigger. | |
| 101. | |
| Nothing happens. | |
| KAY frowns. | |
| Sees on the side of the gun - | |
| - a small LED light. Strobing red. | |
| Next to the light, the digital display. Which reads: ID | |
| FAIL. | |
| Just as he has time to take this in - | |
| - the gun EXPLODES. | |
| A bright flash, a detonation. | |
| And when it has passed, KAY'S arm is a stump, spraying | |
| blood everywhere. And he's screaming. | |
| Cut short as ANDERSON rises ... | |
| and delivers a single roundhouse kick. | |
| It contacts KAY'S jaw perfectly, snapping his head | |
| sideways. | |
| Breaking his neck. | |
| CUT BACK TO: | |
| 221 INT. SLO MO MANUFACTURINGBASE - CONTINUOUS 221 | |
| - DREDD. | |
| Moving through the manufacturing base. | |
| Keeping low, from cover to cover. | |
| Peering out across the lab. | |
| Seeing the door he came through | |
| Tucking himself behind a counter, he calls out: | |
| DREDD | |
| What's the price of a judge these | |
| days? | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 102. | |
| LEX and ELMUNDO. | |
| On the other side of the room, doing the same as DREDD. | |
| LEX silently gestures to ELMUNDO. Flat palm, held vertical | |
| to the ground, curving round. | |
| ELMUNDO nods. Starts moving. | |
| Then LEX calls back: | |
| LEX | |
| Million. Split four ways. | |
| BACK TO - | |
| - DREDD. | |
| Both DREDD and LEX are trying to keep the other talking. | |
| DREDD to get a fix on LEX, and LEX to allow ELLMUNDO to | |
| work his way around. | |
| DREDD | |
| Three ways now. | |
| LEX | |
| Suits me. | |
| DREDD starts to move again. | |
| DREDD | |
| Doesn't sound like much. To betray | |
| the law. | |
| DREDD steals a look across the room towards where he thinks | |
| he has made LEX'S location. | |
| DREDD | |
| Betray the city. | |
| LEX | |
| Save that shit for the rookies. | |
| Twenty years I've been on the | |
| streets. | |
| DREDD now thinks he has a clear fix on LEX. | |
| He's zeroed in on one spot - a long steel workbench. | |
| Which is in fact exactly where LEX is hiding. | |
| LEX | |
| 103. | |
| You know what Mega City One is, | |
| Dredd? It's a meat grinder. | |
| REVEAL - | |
| - BEHIND DREDD, while DREDD has been closing in on LEX, | |
| ELMUNDO has been flanking. | |
| LEX | |
| People go in one end. | |
| DREDD doesn't seem to have seen. | |
| He's easing forwards, his gun trained on the workbench. | |
| LEX | |
| Meat comes out the other. | |
| DREDD hesitates. | |
| MAYBE having heard something. Maybe sensing the trap. | |
| LEX | |
| All we do is turn the handle. | |
| A fraction of a beat. | |
| Then DREDD throws himself sideways, just in time, as rounds | |
| from ELMUNDO'S HEAVY MACHINE GUN trace into the space he | |
| occupied only a split second before. | |
| INTENSE GUNPLAY immediately erupts. | |
| GUNPLAY version of the HAND TO HAND. | |
| DREDD starts returning fire in the direction of ELMUNDO. | |
| ELMUNDO does the same in reverse. | |
| As does LEX, breaking cover. | |
| The manufacturing base starts disintegrating. | |
| Amidst the glass vaporizing, wood splintering, and metal | |
| puncturing - | |
| - we find DREDD and ELMUNDO. | |
| Finding a clear line of sight to each other. | |
| Each bringing their guns to bear. | |
| 104. | |
| ELMUNDO fires first. | |
| And nothing happens. The display on his HEAVY MACHINE GUN | |
| reads EMPTY. | |
| ELMUNDO | |
| Shit - | |
| DREDD fires. | |
| CLICK. | |
| DREDD'S weapon also just found an empty chamber. | |
| Both judges realize what's happening. | |
| ELMUNDO reaches for his UTILITY BELT - | |
| DREDD | |
| Incendiary. | |
| The gun setting changes. DREDD pulls the trigger again. | |
| Click. Still empty. | |
| ELMUNDO pulls out a fresh CLIP. | |
| DREDD | |
| Rapid fire. | |
| Click. | |
| ELMUNDO jams the CLIP home. | |
| DREDD | |
| Armour piercing. | |
| Click. | |
| ELMUNDO lifts the gun. | |
| DREDD | |
| High Ex. | |
| BANG. | |
| As DREDD'S LAST BULLET flies out of his gun, the DIGITAL | |
| DISPLAY reads: | |
| EMPTY | |
| THEN - | |
| 105. | |
| - ELMUNDO'S head is blown off. | |
| It fragments. | |
| The pieces fly apart. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - LEX. | |
| In cover, as blood patters around him like rain. | |
| LEX | |
| (under his breath) | |
| Motherfucker. | |
| DREDD calls out. | |
| DREDD | |
| Two-way split. | |
| In LEX, there's fury behind the steel. | |
| He calls back: | |
| LEX | |
| Yeah. I'd be breaking a sweat. If | |
| you hadn't just run out of bullets. | |
| LEX rises, and starts strafing the room. | |
| AS DREDD SCRAMBLES for cover, | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 228 INT. MA-MA'S BASE - CONTINUOUS 228 | |
| - ANDERSON. | |
| Moving through MA-MA'S base. | |
| She's unarmed. | |
| But only for a moment. | |
| Ahead of her are two CLAN. | |
| She moves up behind them. | |
| She doubles up the first with an extremely vicious kidney | |
| punch. | |
| 106. | |
| As the first folds over, the second is lifting his MACHINE | |
| PISTOL gun. | |
| Only to have his wrist folded back on itself, so the barrel | |
| is aiming between his eyes. | |
| ANDERSON forced the trigger down. The muzzle flash of the | |
| MACHINE PISTOL engulfs his whole face. | |
| ANDERSON empties the clip. | |
| When the muzzle stops flashing, the man's face is | |
| completely gone. | |
| He remains standing, because ANDERSON is holding him | |
| upright, as she pulls another ammo clip from his belt. | |
| Then she lets him go. | |
| As he's falling, she's sliding in the new clip. | |
| Then she turns, and shoots the man she dropped with the | |
| kidney punch. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 230 INT. MA-MA'S BASE - CONTINUOUS 230 | |
| MA-MA and MUGGERS react to the burst of gunfire. | |
| In the silence that follows: | |
| MA-MA | |
| Kay's dead. | |
| MUGGERS | |
| Get a gun. Find somewhere to hide. | |
| MA-MA | |
| Where are you going? | |
| MUGGERS | |
| I've got the girl cold. I see her | |
| first, I shoot her. She sees me | |
| first, she hesitates, then I shoot | |
| her. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 231 INT. MA MA'S BASE/CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 231 | |
| 107. | |
| - ANDERSON, moving fast in classic sweep, gun raised in two | |
| handed grip. | |
| Rounding a corner. | |
| Finding the corridor is clear. | |
| Tense beats, as she moves towards the next blind spot. | |
| A T-JUNCTION. | |
| She swings around it, and - | |
| - finds MUGGERS. | |
| He's side on to her. | |
| His head turns. | |
| MUGGERS | |
| Lower the gun, rookie. I'm your | |
| back up. | |
| A beat on ANDERSON'S face. | |
| ONLY JUST LONG ENOUGH - | |
| - for us to realize she's reading him. | |
| Then she unloads into MUGGERS'S chest. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 232 INT. SLO MO MANUFACTURINGBASE - CONTINUOUS 232 | |
| - bullets punching the cover around DREDD. | |
| DREDD moves for another place to hide. | |
| But as soon as he reaches fresh cover, he is driven out by | |
| further volleys of bullets. | |
| Finally, he finds himself behind a short section of wall. A | |
| remainder of the apartment walls that once stood. Five foot | |
| long. | |
| Nothing to hide behind where he just came from, because | |
| everything is shot to pieces. | |
| Not:1ing ahead but clear air. | |
| 108. | |
| DREDD'S options just ran out. | |
| He knows it. | |
| And on the other side of the wall, LEX knows it too. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - LEX. | |
| Unhurried. | |
| LEX | |
| Armour piercing. | |
| The setting on his gun changes. | |
| He takes aim at a mid-way point on the wall. | |
| A final beat. | |
| Then LEX fires. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - a bullet rifling out of DREDD'S stomach. | |
| We've seen a lot of bullets hit people up to now. This one | |
| is different. Almost understated. | |
| The visual impact is not what in what the bullet has done, | |
| but in who it has hit. | |
| In the wall opposite DREDD, a single hole is drilled. | |
| DREDD looks at the hole a moment. | |
| Then down to the hole in his lower torso, from which blood | |
| is running. | |
| Down onto his utility belt. Down his leg. | |
| Starting to pool on the tread under his boot. | |
| DREDD | |
| Damn. | |
| A beat. | |
| Then DREDD starts to slide down the wall. | |
| Landing in a seated position. | |
| 109. | |
| And when he looks up, LEX is standing over him. | |
| Gun trained on DREDD'S head. | |
| A beat between the two judges. | |
| Then: | |
| DREDD | |
| Wait. | |
| Beat. | |
| LEX | |
| 'Wait'? | |
| LEX hesitates. | |
| LEX | |
| Are you kidding me? Did you just | |
| say: 'wait'? Judge Dredd. The Judge | |
| Dredd. Finally gets on the wrong | |
| end of a gun. And what he says is | |
| 'wait'. | |
| LEX shakes his head, incredulous. | |
| LEX | |
| You know what? I expected more of | |
| you. | |
| (hitting his stride) | |
| I mean, wait for what? Wait for me | |
| to change my mind? Wait for another | |
| two or three seconds of life, | |
| because you're so fucking weak you | |
| can't stand to see it end? | |
| DREDD | |
| No. | |
| Abruptly, shockingly, LEX gets drilled with bullets. | |
| They smash through his chest and helmet. Through his mouth | |
| and teeth. | |
| As he drops, REVEAL ANDERSON, standing behind. | |
| DREDD | |
| Wait for her to shoot you. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 110. | |
| - DREDD'S gloved and bloody fingers popping a pouch on his | |
| utility belt. | |
| Pulling out a med-kit. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - DREDD taking a compressed antiseptic foam canister from | |
| the med-kit. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - DREDD sticking the nozzle into his bullet wound, and | |
| depressing the spray. | |
| The wound fills with a foam, which solidifies instantly. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - DREDD pulling another instrument from his utility belt. A | |
| weird little device which looks like a stapler. And pretty | |
| much is a stapler. | |
| He holds the device up to the entry wound, and depresses | |
| it. | |
| A small clamp punctures the flesh either side of the bullet | |
| hole, then contracts, stapling the wound shut. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| - DREDD taking LEX'S GUN from his dead hand. | |
| Ejecting the clip. | |
| Slotting the clip home into his own gun. | |
| Then straightening. | |
| And turning to ANDERSON. | |
| DREDD | |
| Ready? | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Yes, sir. | |
| A shared beat between then. | |
| DREDD nods. | |
| DREDD | |
| 111. | |
| You look ready. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 234 INT. MA-MA'S PENTHOUSE/ENTRANCE HALL - DAY 234 | |
| - MA-MA'S penthouse. | |
| In the entrance hall, eight CLAN are crouched behind cover, | |
| Guns trained at the front double doors ... | |
| ... which, a moment later, are blown open by an explosive | |
| charge. | |
| Dust and smoke clear. And - | |
| - nothing happens. | |
| For a beat. | |
| The CLAN exchange glances. | |
| Then - | |
| - one of the air-tank sized COMPRESSED GAS CANNISTERS is | |
| thrown into the room. | |
| It bounces as it hits the ground. | |
| Spinning up. | |
| Then, in mid air, DREDD appears framed in the blown open | |
| doors, gas mask pulled down over his face... | |
| DREDD | |
| Overdose. | |
| ... and fires once. | |
| As the bullet hits the GAS CANNISTER, it explodes. And a | |
| micro second after it explodes, we go to - | |
| - EXTREME SLOW MOTION. | |
| Watching the metal expand. Like a kid's balloon. Rip open. | |
| Releasing an expanding cloud of shimmering iridescent gas. | |
| Then - | |
| - cutting between NORMAL SPEED and SLO MO as the GAS | |
| envelopes each of the CLAN in turn. | |
| 112. | |
| Becoming - | |
| - cuts between DREDD'S unaffected POV, and the CLAN'S | |
| MASSIVELY OVERDOSED POV, where SLO MO is almost STATIC, | |
| almost FREEZE FRAMES ... | |
| ... as DREDD and ANDERSON simply walk into the middle of | |
| the room. Side by side. | |
| And shoot each of them in turn. | |
| 240 INT. MA MA'S PENTHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 240 | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON are moving through the penthouse. | |
| Cat and mouse through the space. Around corners. Through | |
| doorways. | |
| Silence between DREDD and ANDERSON. | |
| All hand gestures. Tension building. As they close in on a | |
| shut metal door at the end of a corridor. Beside which is a | |
| numbered keypad. | |
| But before they reach it - | |
| - ANDERSON suddenly turns, kicks open a side door. | |
| Revealing the CCTV room. | |
| 244 INT. MA-MA'S BASE/CCTV ROOM 244 | |
| The room looks empty. | |
| But ANDERSON enters, followed by DREDD. Weapons drawn. | |
| ANDERSON straight to the bank of monitors, then reaches to | |
| the cavity underneath the console ... | |
| ... and hauls out the CLAN TECHIE. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| Please, don't shoot, don't shoot! | |
| I'm not armed! And - | |
| His gaze flicks between the two judges, and the guns | |
| trained on him. Sensing imminent death. Looking for the | |
| out. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| 113. | |
| - and I can help you! | |
| DREDD | |
| How? | |
| The TECHIE gestures back to the corridor outside. | |
| CLAN TECHIE | |
| Ma-Ma's in her private quarters - | |
| but it's behind ten inches of | |
| steel. There's no way inside | |
| without the keypad combination! And | |
| I can give it to you! I installed | |
| it myself! | |
| ANDERSON | |
| I don't need your cooperation the | |
| combination from you. | |
| She puts her hand on the TECHIE'S shoulder to hold him | |
| steady. Then closes her eyes. Reads him. | |
| Then - | |
| - opens her eyes. | |
| Frowning slightly. | |
| But doesn't release the TECHIE. | |
| Instead, closes her eyes, and reads him again. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 245 INT. UNDEFINED SPACE - CONTINUOUS 245 | |
| - inside the CLAN TECHIE'S head. | |
| Similar to the UNDEFINED SPACE that existed inside KAY'S | |
| head. | |
| The CLAN TECHIE and ANDERSON in the same positions relative | |
| to each other as they are in the real world, as - | |
| - ANDERSON'S hand reaches out to touch the CLAN TECHIE'S | |
| cheek. | |
| FLASH CUTS TO: | |
| - the CLAN TECHIE'S memories. Key moments in his life, | |
| PLAYED BACKWARDS. Glimpsed. | |
| 114. | |
| IN REVERSE - | |
| - KAY laughing as he throws acid in the TECHIE'S face. | |
| - The TECHIE (without eye implants) in an ELECTRONICS | |
| REPAIR SHOP, cowering beside the body of his FATHER, as | |
| pooled blood runs back into him, who then springs up to his | |
| feet, bullets popping back out of his chests and head, and | |
| back into the guns of the CALEB and two CLAN, who are | |
| sticking up the shop. | |
| - the TECHIE sitting with his parents at home, as he | |
| watches his FATHER soldering a circuit board. smoke curling | |
| back to the board. | |
| His FATHER turns and smiles at the TECHIE. | |
| HOLD ON THIS a fraction longer than the other flashed | |
| images. | |
| THEN CUT BACK TO: | |
| - the UNDEFINED SPACE. | |
| ANDERSON with her hand cupping the face of the TECHIE. | |
| Except the cheek she touches is that of the BOY. | |
| Nine. Skinny. Anxious-looking. | |
| Gazing back at ANDERSON uncertainly. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 255 INT. MA-MA'S BASE/CCTV ROOM - CONTINUOUS 255 | |
| - ANDERSON removing her hand. | |
| Beat. | |
| Then: | |
| ANDERSON | |
| Go. | |
| The CLAN TECHIE doesn't understand. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| You're free. Leave the block when | |
| you can and don't come back. | |
| 115. | |
| The CLAN TECHIE doesn't need to be told again. | |
| He starts running, out the CCTV room, and is gone. | |
| DREDD turns to ANDERSON. | |
| DREDD | |
| You mind explaining what you just | |
| did? Abetting a felon is not just a | |
| fail offense. It's a crime. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| I already picked up the fail when I | |
| lost my primary weapon. I'll never | |
| be a Judge, and I don't need to be | |
| a mind reader to know it. | |
| She turns to DREDD. Stares him down. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| But you haven't yet told me that. | |
| And until the assessment is | |
| formally over, I'm still entitled | |
| to dispense justice. And that's | |
| what I did: by letting him go. | |
| (to herself) | |
| Maybe that will be the one | |
| difference I do make. | |
| She walks past DREDD. | |
| ANDERSON | |
| The combination to Ma-Ma's quarters | |
| is four nine four three six. Let's | |
| finish this. | |
| 257 INT. MA MA'S PENTHOUSE/MASTER BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS 257 | |
| The door to MA-MA'S bedroom bursts open. | |
| Revealing DREDD and ANDERSON. | |
| Opening fire on the two BODYGUARDS, who are riddled, and | |
| drop. | |
| And when the smoke clears, we can see: | |
| - a four poster with black silk sheets. | |
| - a huge window, which doesn't look out over Mega City One, | |
| but the ATRIUM. The world over which MA-MA was queen. | |
| 116. | |
| - beside the window, a plush daybed and coffee table, on | |
| which are piled SLO-MO inhalers. | |
| - and on the ceiling, above the bed, a large mirror. | |
| But no MA-MA. | |
| Then room is empty. | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON exchange a glance. | |
| Enter the room, guns raised. | |
| Sweeping. | |
| DREDD | |
| Escape route? | |
| ANDERSON | |
| No. She's near. But - | |
| ANDERSON breaks off. | |
| Then - | |
| - looks up at the mirror. | |
| At her own reflection. | |
| Which suddenly - | |
| - is drilled with two BULLET HOLES in quick succession. | |
| ANDERSON is hit in the shoulder. As she falls backwards - | |
| - the glass around the two bullet holes starts to splinter | |
| - | |
| - and MA-MA drops down from above, directly in front of | |
| them. | |
| She tries to bring her gun to bear on DREDD. | |
| But she has no hope. | |
| DREDD catches the barrel, twists it round, snapping MAMA'S | |
| fingers, which are caught in the trigger guard. | |
| Then he wrenches the gun free. | |
| MA-MA screams, clutching her mangled hand. | |
| 117. | |
| DREDD tosses the shotgun. | |
| MA-MA tries to take a swing with her unmangled fist. | |
| DREDD dodges, neatly moving sideways. | |
| Then sends his own fist smashing into her face. | |
| She staggers backwards. Towards the massive window to the | |
| ATRIUM. | |
| He punches her again. Same blow, right hand, full in | |
| the face. | |
| She staggers back more. | |
| Stops against the glass. | |
| DREDD looks at her a beat. | |
| Then leans down. Picks up a SLO-MO inhaler from the coffee | |
| table. | |
| And JAMS IT in her mouth. | |
| As he depresses the button: | |
| DREDD | |
| Citizen Ma-Ma. Your crimes are | |
| multiple homicide, and manufacture | |
| and distribution of narcotics. How | |
| do you plead? | |
| MA-MA can't answer. So much gas is being pumped into her | |
| that we can see it escaping through the sides of her mouth | |
| and nose. | |
| DREDD | |
| Defense noted. | |
| He tosses the inhaler. | |
| He tosses the inhaler. | |
| Then punches her one last time. | |
| And she flies backwards, smashing though the window in a | |
| shower of glass. | |
| 118. | |
| Then she's in FREE-FALL. With nothing but two hundred | |
| stories of thin air between her and the concrete atrium | |
| floor. | |
| And as she's falling, the SLO-MO DRUG is taking hold. | |
| 258 INT. ATRIUM - CONTINUOUS 258 | |
| BEAUTIFUL WEIRD FREE-FALL SEQUENCE. | |
| Looking up at the fire blazing around level 190. | |
| Through the smoke and flames, MA-MA'S drops, punching a | |
| hole in the smoke with the turbulence from her massive | |
| body. | |
| All seen in the grip of the drug. | |
| Watching the balconies drift past. | |
| The surprised faces of the block citizens watching. | |
| FLASH CUT TO: | |
| - REAL-TIME, from the POV of the people on the balconies, | |
| as MA-MA zooms past. | |
| FLASH CUT TO: | |
| DREDD leaning over ANDERSON'S bloody body in the penthouse | |
| bedroom. | |
| Her skin is pale. The blood is scarlet. | |
| Her eyes are closed. | |
| DREDD leans closer. | |
| Their lips touch. | |
| He is giving her the KISS OF LIFE. | |
| CUT BACK TO: | |
| - SLO MO of MA-MA'S continuing fall. | |
| The fat woman screaming. | |
| More faces of citizens on the balconies. | |
| Watching MA-MA'S literal fall from grace. | |
| 119. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| DREDD pulling back. | |
| ANDERSON'S eyes opening. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| MA-MA. | |
| Alone. | |
| Looking down, just as she - | |
| - hits the ATRIUM floor. | |
| Head first. Very slowly. | |
| Hypnotic to watch ... | |
| ... Her skull crushes, flattening. | |
| And the rest of her massive body follows. | |
| As the body is slowly pulped, GO TO - | |
| 263 EXT. MEGA CITY ONE - SUNRISE 263 | |
| - the sun rising over the city. | |
| 264 EXT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/SOUTH ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS 264 | |
| The CHIEF JUDGE stands with a team of men with oxyacetylene | |
| torches, who are trying to cut through the massive blast | |
| doors. | |
| Behind are MEDICS and an AMBULANCE. | |
| Then ABRUPTLY the blast doors start to rise. | |
| 265 INT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/SOUTH ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS 265 | |
| DREDD and ANDERSON stand side by side as the doors rise. | |
| Both bloodied, both wounded, both standing independently. | |
| In silence. | |
| Then DREDD turns to ANDERSON. | |
| 120. | |
| DREDD | |
| Your assessment is now over. | |
| A beat. | |
| Then ANDERSON unclips her ROOKIE badge, and hands it to | |
| DREDD. | |
| DREDD looks at it. | |
| But says nothing. | |
| CLUNK. | |
| The doors are fully open. | |
| ANDERSON starts walking away from DREDD. | |
| 267 EXT. PEACH TREE BLOCK/SOUTH ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS 267 | |
| DREDD follows ANDERSON out, into the throng of medics and | |
| Judges. | |
| The CHIEF JUDGE approaches DREDD. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| When I heard you'd called a 10-24, | |
| thought I'd better check it out. | |
| Seeing as I forced the rookie on | |
| you. | |
| She looks up at the MEGA BLOCK. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| What happened in there? | |
| DREDD | |
| Drugs bust. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| You look like you've been through | |
| it. | |
| DREDD | |
| Perps were uncooperative. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| Aren't they always? | |
| The CHIEF JUDGE nods to where ANDERSON is being treated by | |
| the MEDICS. | |
| 121. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| So how did she do? Is she a pass or | |
| a fail. | |
| On DREDD. | |
| Looking towards ANDERSON. | |
| As DREDD watches, two MEDICS approach her - | |
| - and she brushes them away. | |
| Then, underplayed: | |
| DREDD | |
| A pass. | |
| The CHIEF JUDGE nods. | |
| CHIEF JUDGE | |
| Knew she would be. | |
| PULL BACK from the scene. | |
| ANDERSON entering an ambulance. | |
| JUDGES entering PEACH TREES, where sunlight is punching | |
| back into the darkness as the roof shields reopen. | |
| The CHIEF JUDGE looking up at the monolithic mega block, | |
| where a holographic peach tree flicker. | |
| And DREDD walking back to his bike alone. | |
| FADE IN: | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| All responders in vicinity of | |
| sector five leisure complex, we | |
| have weapons fired in astro-dome. | |
| Four suspects on foot ... | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| Suspect wanted in connection with | |
| three judge slayings seen leaving | |
| in dark coloured vehicle, heading | |
| for North boundary road ... | |
| CONTROL | |
| (over radio) | |
| 122. | |
| Responders needed in sub-sector | |
| twenty, flyover five. Block riot | |
| has spread East. Judges on the | |
| ground requesting immediate support | |
| ... | |
| THE END | |