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[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
[ Radio chatter ]
LUCY: You know, we're gonna
probably have to sleep
in my sister's empty room.
Probably don't even hold
my hand around around her.
JOSE:
It's gonna be good, right?
Hey, um, you told her
I was coming, right?
I actually haven't gotten
a chance to talk to them yet.
Stop this.
Are you serious?
Just make a good impression.
They're very protective.
Oh. Oh, okay.
Oh, I see...
I see the game we're playing.
I literally almost...
I was like, "Just leave me here.
I'm just gonna live
in the subway forever."
- God.
- They're gonna love you.
Oh, yeah. I really hope so.
Yeah. Yeah.
WOMAN:
exit in an orderly fashion.
All service at this station
is suspended.
- That's weird, right?
- This is an emergency.
I don't know.
Trains go out all the time.
At least we didn't get
stuck in the tunnel.
All service at this station
is suspended.
That's like a real-life
thing that happens?
You just get stuck down there?
Yeah, one time
we had a blackout,
and I had to use my phone
for light.
- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.
That... You just described
my worst nightmare to me,
just right back at me.
Gives me anxiety just to think
about being stuck there.
Why are you acting
like such a baby?
I'm not a baby. You're a baby.
Your face is a baby.
But it's a normal
human-being thing
not to want to get stuck
underground, you know.
Why do you say I'm weird?
Tell me.
Because you're not
being very manly.
Aren't you supposed to be all,
you know, protective and tough?
Oh. Okay, cool.
I'm supposed to be
protective of you.
I would, if I had, like,
an incentive.
- Like what?
- Um, I can't think of...
Yeah, it feels a little better.
- Mm-hmm.
- I... Yeah.
Manlier, macho, I'd say.
Shut up.
Okay, this is a little weird.
Nobody here, huh?
LUCY:
Where'd everybody go?
JOSE:
I don't know.
They're just ahead of us, right?
LUCY:
It's probably just a drill.
- After you.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- [ Man screaming ]
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
What the fuck?
- [ Screaming ]
- LUCY: Holy shit!
- Holy shit.
- We got to...
- No, no, no. Don't.
- What? We just leave him there?
All right.
- Um, let's just...
- Let's just...
No, no, no. Let's just go.
We got to get out of here.
JOSE:
All right. What...
LUCY:
Is there police around?
JOSE:
Where the fuck is everybody?
LUCY:
Let's get up to the street.
- [ Gunfire ]
- JOSE: Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
- Back up. Back up.
- [ Helicopter blades whirring ]
- This is not normal.
- What the hell's going on?
LUCY: Something seriously
must be wrong.
[ Radio chatter ]
JOSE:
Holy shit.
MAN:
Emergency alert.
LUCY: I-I don't know. I've never
seen anything like that.
This is an active combat zone.
Deadly force will be
employed against...
All right.
No, no, no.
Where are you going?
You stay here where it's safe.
I'm just gonna go check it out.
Honey, I'll be right back, okay?
- Don't. No!
- Stop.
[ Alarms blaring ]
[ Explosion ]
[ Alarm blaring ]
Jose?
Jose?
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Emergency alert.
Oh, my God.
[ Radio chatter,
helicopter blades whirring ]
[ Crying ]
Oh, my God.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Okay. Um, I'm...
I'm gonna go get help.
I'm gonna go get help.
Oh, my God. I'm gonna go
get help at the hospital.
[ Distorted music playing ]
Help!
Somebody help me, please!
Somebody help me!
- [ Gunshots ]
- MAN: Get the fuck down!
My boyfriend!
He's...
MAN:
They're coming around!
[ Gunfire ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
- [ Breathing heavily ]
- [ Siren wailing ]
[ Car alarm blaring ]
[ Gunshots ]
[ Dog barking ]
[ Gunshot ]
- [ Thud ]
- [ Gasps ]
[ Door opens ]
- MAN: What the...
- [ Gunshot ]
[ Bang, woman screams ]
[ Siren wailing ]
[ Explosion, alarm ringing ]
MAN: Hey!
Stop!
Aah.
Who the fuck are you?
MAN:
Stay the fuck down!
LUCY: Ow!
I can't breathe.
Ow! That fucking hurts.
[ Gunfire ]
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
[ Lucy groaning ]
[ Gunfire ]
[ Gunshots ]
Shit.
Okay.
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Indistinct talking ]
- Man, fuck this.
- All right. All right.
- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Lucy gasps ]
- Hey!
- Fuck was that?
Motherfucker went over there.
- You good?
- Yeah.
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
Go ahead.
I got you.
[ Gunshots in distance ]
MAN:
Where the fuck you go?
Nothing.
MAN #2:
Empty in here, too.
[ Radio chatter ]
MAN #1: Oh, ho, ho.
Look at this. What do you think?
You think someone lives
in this fucking shithole?
MAN #2:
I fucking hope not.
MAN #1: All right.
Well, grab what you can.
Yo, it fucking stinks in here.
[ Explosion in distance ]
Old-ass shit everywhere.
MAN #1: All right.
All right.
- You ready?
- Yeah.
MAN #1:
One, two, three.
Oh, hey!
Whoa! Whoa! Hey!
MAN #2: Damn! Fuck, bro!
She fuckin' maced me, bro!
Oh, yeah. And it's a bitch.
Get up.
- Fuck her up!
- Up.
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.
Drop it.
- Drop it.
- [ Can clatters ]
Hands on your head.
Hands on your head.
- Thank you.
- [ Coughing ]
It fucking burns, man.
[ Spits ]
Look at that.
That's all you got?
This cheap piece of shit?
[ Gun clicks ]
Come on, give me
your fucking purse, now!
[ Jingling ]
Fucking chump change, man.
Hey. Hey.
You ain't got nothing, do you?
Get on the bed.
- No.
- N...
- Oh. No?
- [ Chuckles ]
No?
White bitch got
something to say, huh?
MAN #1: Hey, you think
you're better than us?
- Huh?
- No, I don't.
Bushwick is our neighborhood.
When you white bitches
gonna learn that?
I'm from here, and I'm just
trying to go home.
- Oh, you're from here? Oh.
- MAN #1: Look at that.
- Oh she's got tears.
- She's from here.
Get the fuck out of here,
you're from here.
MAN #1:
I will give you a reason to cry.
How about that?
MAN #2:
Yeah. One big-ass reason.
- [ Inhales sharply ]
- Damn.
Let's see what
you got under here.
Looks good.
- Oh!
- Oh! What the fuck?
Who do you think...
- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Both grunting ]
- [ Gunshot ]
- Oh! Aah!
Oh, my God!
Oh!
You fucking bitch.
[ Crying ]
STUPE:
Are you okay?
LUCY:
Are they dead?
[ Door opens ]
[ Water running ]
- What are you doing in my house?
- [ Door closes ]
I'm... I'm sorry.
You can't just come into
someone's house like that.
LUCY:
They followed me in here.
STUPE:
You need to leave.
- They were gonna attack me.
- You need to get out of here.
Do you know what's going on?
There's, like, a whole
fucking army out there
that's just killing people.
And I was on the L train,
and there was a man...
STUPE:
Why are you out here?
- LUCY: What?
- Why are you in Bushwick?
LUCY:
I-I live here.
And I'm just...
I was trying to...
I'm just...
I'm home from school,
and I'm trying to just get
to my grandma's house,
and she just lives
a couple blocks away.
And I...
Fuck. I was supposed to call her
when I got off the...
STUPE: The cells are overloaded
or blocked.
I don't have any cell service.
STUPE:
You're not gonna get through.
She's probably freaking out
because I was supposed to be
there already by now.
[ Breathes raggedly ]
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Hey.
Hey.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Can you tell me your name?
What's your name?
Hey.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Hey, just do me a fav...
LUCY:
Don't fucking touch me.
Here. Have some water.
They declared martial law,
and my radio went dead.
Not just here, everywhere...
Boston, Chicago,
D.C., Manhattan.
LUCY:
Is, um... Is this 9/11 again?
Terrorists?
No, it's different.
It's more tactical.
LUCY: Tactical? What do you...
What do you mean?
I mean it's more tactical.
This isn't an attack.
This is an invasion.
How do you know this?
I mean, this is...
This is Bush... Bushwick.
Who fucking invades Bushwick?
I'm not sure who they are,
so we got to get out of here.
I...
This is just
really fucking crazy shit.
I'm... I'm just really confused,
and I just want to know
what the fuck is going on.
Strategic plan.
It's overwhelm...
Overwhelming our defense system.
LUCY:
Are you a cop or something?
Janitor.
How do you know this?
I really want to just go home.
Good luck.
LUCY:
Wait, where are you going?
Hoboken.
LUCY: Why?
My wife and my son are there.
LUCY: Well, I just need to get
to Cypress Avenue.
It's just a couple blocks
that way.
Sorry. I can't help you.
No, no. Please.
Don't leave me here.
Please don't leave me here.
Please.
The main assault's
probably over.
They're gonna be
canvassing block by block.
Just keep your head down.
You'll be all right.
[ Lock clicks ]
[ Explosions, gunfire ]
Wait.
Sniper.
STUPE:
I got it.
Wait.
What the fuck are you doing?
[ Gunfire, siren wailing ]
Aah!
[ Gunshots ]
[ Man grunts, thud ]
- STUPE: Stay down.
- [ Car alarm blaring ]
You're gonna get us both killed.
[ Gunshots ]
This is fucked up.
We need to find cover.
[ Gunshots continue ]
Shit.
The school.
The school.
[ Gunshots ]
Oh, my God.
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Grunts ]
Come on.
You know where you're going?
I used to go to school here.
What's upstairs?
There's a science lab
and a library
and a study hall and, um...
Can we get up to the roof?
Yeah. Teachers used to
go up there and smoke.
Okay. Let's get up there
and take a look around
and see if we can see out
on the street.
Then we get the hell
out of here.
Okay.
- [ Door opens ]
- Shit.
[ Radio chatter ]
Do you have a compact?
What?
A compact, the mirror.
Oh, God.
[ Bang ]
[ Radio chatter ]
STUPE: Go.
Go, go, go ahead.
Go ahead.
WOMAN:
Don't shoot, please!
[ Gunshots, screaming ]
[ Radio chatter ]
[ Footsteps ]
Shit.
Hold it.
Hold it.
[ Gunshots ]
[ Grunting ]
MAN:
Ah! Grenade!
[ Click ]
- [ Explosion ]
- Oh, fuck.
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
[ Both breathing heavily ]
Do you want them to figure out
we're up here?
Holy shit.
You're bleeding.
Yeah, I know.
I got to take care of it.
We can go over here.
Let's go over here.
[ Grunts ]
Oh, my God.
What are you gonna do?
Take this glass out of my leg.
Then cauterize this wound.
I'm gonna need you to help me.
LUCY:
What?
I can't do this.
I-I don't know
how to cauterize a leg.
You... You need a doctor.
Oh!
Hold that there.
Hold it there, just like that.
All right.
All right.
LUCY:
Oh, God.
STUPE:
When I take this glass out,
I'm gonna need you to count
to five for me, okay?
- LUCY: Uh, uh, okay.
- STUPE: Okay?
Take it out, count to five.
LUCY:
Okay. Yeah.
- Oh, God.
- [ Stupe groaning ]
LUCY:
Oh, God.
STUPE:
All right, ready? Count.
LUCY: One.
Two.
Three, four, five.
- Five.
- [ Groaning ]
Now what?
STUPE: I need you to do
the other side for me.
- No.
- Just like I did.
- Oh, fuck.
- I need you to do it.
I'm bleeding too much.
Okay?
Okay.
Uh...
STUPE: Just like I did.
Heat the blade.
At least five seconds, okay?
No less, or it's not gonna work.
Ready?
- All right, do it.
- Okay.
STUPE:
Do it.
LUCY:
Okay. Okay. Oh, God.
- One.
- [ Sizzling ]
- Two.
- [ Groaning ]
LUCY:
Three, four, five.
Five.
Take the alcohol and pour...
Pour alcohol over it
really good, okay?
Really good, all over it.
[ Groaning ]
Oh, God. Fuck.
It fucking stinks.
STUPE: Okay.
Wrap it with that gauze.
Wrap it up good.
Nice and tight,
right over the wound.
- All right.
- Okay.
Take that tape and wrap it
around there nice and tight
so that gauze won't
come off... come off.
- Okay.
- Is this okay?
Really gonna do it like this?
Okay.
[ Tape tears ]
I did it.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
How'd you learn how to do that?
I watched a lot of "ER."
I watched a lot of "ER."
I was in the military.
I was a Marine.
Please, take that.
Take it.
[ Gunshots ]
LUCY:
What's your name?
Stupe.
- LUCY: Stupe?
- Call me Stupe. Yeah.
Well, I don't know
how to use a gun, Stupe.
Keep your finger
off the trigger.
- Don't point it at me.
- LUCY: I'm sorry.
You look down the barrel.
You line up the front sight
and the back sight.
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
When you're ready to shoot,
and not until
you're ready to shoot,
you put your finger
on the trigger,
and you shoot to kill.
[ Gunfire ]
Now, we got to get out of here.
Are you ready?
LUCY:
Wait, are you sure you can?
Yeah. I'm good.
You worry about you.
LUCY: There's a fire escape.
Come on.
STUPE:
All right.
[ Groans ]
[ Siren wailing ]
Holy fuck.
[ Indistinct talking ]
[ Gunfire ]
[ Alarm blaring ]
We're not gonna make it, are we?
We'll make it
one block at a time.
[ Siren wailing,
helicopter blades whirring ]
LUCY:
Who are they?
STUPE:
I don't know.
LUCY:
What if it's not just Brooklyn?
What if they're in Hoboken, too,
where your family's at?
[ Gunfire ]
[ Indistinct talking ]
STUPE:
My family's safe.
Come on.
[ Gunfire ]
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
We can go to Mr. Argo's
It's right there.
Right there.
[ Explosion, people screaming ]
[ Gunfire ]
Yo, it's all free now.
Stock up.
[ Indistinct talking on radio ]
Is there any new info?
Who cares?
Just take whatever you want.
Don't ask questions.
Hey, yo. Let's go.
Are they saying
who's doing this?
You have a gun.
You figure it out. Peace.
FRAN:
The militants are American.
MAN:
We don't know that, Fran.
We don't know anything more
than the unreliable
eyewitness accounts,
and we just don't have
an official word as of yet.
FRAN: Why are we being kept in
the dark about all this?
Why is it so important
to keep the public unaware
of our situation?
MAN:
Oh, you've got to be joking.
What you're insinuating
is paranoid and delusional.
FRAN: I'm saying that,
over the last few years,
certain politicians have lied
and swindled and cheated
their way into office,
and this... this kind
of domestic terrorism
is not such an
illogical conclusion.
WOMAN: We expect to hear
from the president shortly.
The government has issued
some initial guidelines.
Stay inside.
Do not answer the door.
The U.S. military will be
setting up extraction points.
This information is coming in
very sporadically.
We'll keep broadcasting
as we get more info.
The fucking government.
Bridges and tunnels are closed.
- Useless as usual.
- JFK and LaGuardia are closed.
They got to realize
how fucked up this is.
Logan Airport is closed.
My grandmother is not
gonna understand.
If soldiers come to her house,
she's not gonna leave.
We have to get there
before they do.
Is she close?
She's about a block and a half
on Willoughby Street.
[ Thudding ]
Did you hear that?
Mr. Argo?
[ Gasps ]
Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
Mr. Argo, what happened?
Candy, they stole candy,
fucking candy.
I didn't try to stop them,
but he still stabbed me.
LUCY: Those guys?
They...
Yes.
Ohh.
It's all a game to them.
Mr. Argo?
Shit.
Mr. Argo?
[ Gunfire, people screaming ]
STUPE: Lucy. Lucy, we got to get
the fuck out of here.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Okay.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Sirens wailing ]
[ Dog barking ]
My grandmother's house
is that way.
Let's go.
Oh, God.
Shit.
MAN: Dude, get the fucking bags.
We got to get out of here.
[ Banging ]
We fucked that guy up,
some old dude.
Yo, man, got the keys.
- Got the keys.
- We got to go.
[ Clanging ]
Dragging your ass, man.
Come on, come on, come on.
Yo, come on, man.
Let's go.
- [ Gunshots ]
- What the fuck?
- Fuck! Aah!
- [ Man groans ]
- Drive, drive, drive.
- [ Gunfire ]
[ Tires screech ]
Oh, my God.
[ Breathing heavily ]
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
STUPE: Oh, God.
We need to stop the bleeding.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
What the hell were you thinking?
[ Crying ]
Are you hit anywhere else?
No.
God damn it.
What were you thinking?
Fuck.
[ Moaning ]
My finger.
There's so much blood.
Oh, my God.
We'll fix it when we get to your
grandmother's house, all right?
Come on.
We got to keep moving.
Damn it.
LUCY: That's the guy
that stabbed Mr. Argo.
He fucking killed Mr. Argo
for no reason.
He was gonna shoot
this guy, too.
What are you doing?
Giving these
to help with the pain.
LUCY:
We can't just leave him here.
- We can't just leave him.
- We can't help him.
We got to keep moving!
Let's go.
Let's go!
LUCY:
Okay. Okay.
[ Gunshot in distance ]
[ Explosion, people screaming ]
[ Explosion, dog barking ]
[ Siren wailing in distance ]
MAN: We're coming in.
Open the door.
We will use force.
This is an order.
[ Keys jingling ]
LUCY:
Grandma, where are you?
Grandma?
She must be upstairs.
[ Footsteps depart ]
Grandma?
Hello?
STUPE: Lucy?
[ Crying ]
Her heart wasn't very strong.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry I wasn't here.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
STUPE: We should...
We should get her off the floor.
Oh, God.
Fuck! God!
[ Crying ]
[ Zipper opens ]
[ Rattling ]
STUPE: Gonna check the front,
see how much time we have.
Here, take these.
They'll help you and your hand.
I'll be right back.
[ Gunshots in distance ]
[ People shouting ]
[ Gunfire ]
[ Dog barking ]
[ Gunshots ]
The neighborhood
is fighting back.
We got a few minutes.
Get that hand fixed up,
get the fuck out of here.
[ Breathes shakily ]
[ Zipper opens ]
[ Zipper opens ]
Is it bad?
Is it bad?
Looks like we stopped
a lot of bleeding.
Ow, ow. Shit.
Fuck.
Oh, God.
You're such an asshole.
That's what my wife says.
Your wife is a very smart lady.
Bet you can't wait
to see her and your kid.
What did you do in the military?
STUPE:
I was a hospital coroner.
LUCY:
Ow! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
STUPE:
A medic.
[ Crying ]
So you were a medic.
Now you're a janitor.
That's good.
STUPE:
Tired of watching people die.
[ Breathing shakily ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
Oh, God.
I feel weird.
I feel really weird.
Like...
I feel like my...
my insides are, like, floating.
It feels good. It feels...
I'm not complaining,
but it just...
I don't know what's going on.
I just...
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
What am I gonna do
when I get married?
Jose.
I guess it doesn't
really matter anymore, huh?
Why God gave you two hands,
right?
- [ Winces ]
- Got nine fingers left.
[ Groans ]
Do you believe in God?
I do.
I believe in God.
Thank you for helping me.
STUPE:
Who said I was helping you?
[ Knock on door ]
MAN:
Open the door.
[ Indistinct talking ]
- [ Knocking on door ]
- Oh!
- [ Knocking on door ]
- Is there another way out?
LUCY:
The basement.
[ Muffled pounding ]
- STUPE: Lucy!
- [ Door breaks open ]
[ Radio chatter ]
[ Gunfire in distance ]
[ Explosion ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Oh, I feel really sick.
[ Radio chatter ]
My sister's house is that way.
We're gonna go that way.
No.
The soldiers went that way.
No. We're gonna go that way.
We're gonna get my sister.
Come on.
Let's go.
LUCY:
Well, I'm going.
Lucy!
Fuck!
Goddamn it.
[ Gunshots ]
[ Car alarm blaring ]
[ Door buzzing ]
Fuck are you doing?
[ Buzzer continues ]
LUCY:
My sister lives here.
- Okay?
- [ Door buzzes ]
[ Gunshots ]
[ Knock on door ]
[ Mid-tempo music playing ]
- [ Knock on door ]
- Aah.
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Who the fuck is that guy?
- No, no, no.
- Who the fuck is that guy?
- Shut her up.
- Get the fuck out of my house.
- Shut her up.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.
- Lucy!
- Will you shut her up?
- No, no, no. Stop.
Calm down. Relax.
Listen to me.
- Get out!
- No, no, no. Listen to me.
Jose is dead, and this guy
saved me from these...
- He's a friend.
- What?
Are you on drugs?
Did he fucking drug you?
- No.
- Motherfucker!
Hey, do you have any idea
what's going on right now?
What?
No. I've been asleep.
The fucking neighbors have been
blasting "Call of Duty" all day,
and it just woke me up.
You haven't heard
any of these helicopters
or anything
that's been going on?
Lucy, there's always
helicopters.
This is Brooklyn. You've been
gone too long, college girl.
Listen, listen.
Sit down. Sit.
Okay. I want you
to pay attention to me.
Why are you being so serious?
I was thrown on the ground
and zip-tied by this soldier,
and then there was
these two guys
that followed me
into this basement.
And then this guy, he helped me.
He saved my life.
What?
This is...
This is...
This is too much.
My... My brain is gonna melt.
This is...
Lucy, this is too much.
I mean, Lucy, I think you're
just a little too high, man.
- But...
- No. I'm not on any...
I mean, I...
Well, I am on drugs.
I'm on drugs that he gave me
for my finger, but that's it.
[ Sighs ] All right.
I'm gonna...
I'm gonna go get
my shit together,
and then when I get back,
you and me and him,
we're getting out of here.
We're gonna get
somewhere safe, okay?
[ Stammering ]
What about Grandma?
She's gone.
No. What?
What?
- What?
- I didn't know what to do.
- BELINDA: No.
- LUCY: I'm sorry.
- [ Belinda crying ]
- Okay.
- I'll be right back.
- Lucy.
LUCY:
Hey, keep an eye on her for me.
[ Door opens ]
[ Door closes ]
[ Footsteps depart ]
[ Bubbling ]
[ Coughing ]
[ Bubbling ]
[ Coughing ]
That was Oswaldo.
I left the little
latch thing open,
and he got out.
[ Clears throat ]
Yeah. They'll do that.
What are you...
Are you trying
to fuck my sister?
- [ Clears throat ]
- You're sisters?
Yeah. My grandma...
My grandma raised us,
so we're sisters.
So don't you try and fuck with
my sister or fuck my sister.
- I'm not trying to fuck her.
- Oh, yeah?
I'm just trying
to get through the day.
What are you taking pills for?
What's wrong with you?
I shot a guy.
I crushed a guy.
I got glass in my leg, hurts.
Needs help.
You, like, a soldier?
I'm a janitor.
A janitor?
Right.
- [ Bag zips ]
- I like soldiers.
- [ Stupe sighs ]
- [ Bag zips ]
Hey, what do you think?
It's a cat.
It's a happy pussy.
Meow.
- Meow.
- [ Bang ]
[ Clattering ]
What the fuck?
Don't even fucking
think about it.
[ Radio chatter ]
Why are you coming in here?
Are you alone?
[ Belinda screams ]
Don't come in my house!
[ Grunting ]
[ Shouting ]
Lucy, make sure no one
comes up through that window.
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Groaning ]
STUPE:
You speak English?
- [ Grunts ]
- STUPE: Hey.
- Where are you from?
- [ Spits ]
Kentucky, sir.
[ Grunting ]
You're an American?
What the fuck is going on?
Texas is seceding
from the United States.
Bullshit.
By the order of the fathers
of the New American Coalition.
We are a united force
with the goal of establishing
an independent nation,
free from government tyranny
and the right to live our lives
the true American way.
STUPE: Yeah. That makes perfect
fucking sense.
- Sir?
- LUCY: Who's "we"?
Texas, Louisiana, Florida,
North Carolina,
South Carolina, West Virginia,
and Georgia are with us.
Parts of Maryland and
Pennsylvania are on the brink.
It's like a...
Like a new Civil War?
[ Man grunts ]
I served with... with good men
from those states.
Yeah. We're a private army.
Mercenaries?
What's the plan?
We'll force Congress
to ratify the secession.
Well, how are you gonna do that?
This... This is how we're
gonna do that, insurgency.
STUPE: What's the plan here
in New York?
MAN: We were just supposed to
lock down Bushwick,
round people up.
No one gets hurt.
Establish a green zone
for further operations
and wait for
the president to fold.
We, uh... We didn't anticipate
so much resistance from...
Resistance from
a designated soft spot.
And why the hell is that?
Ethno-diversity, sir.
[ Scoffs ]
Racist motherfucker.
I ain't racist.
It's fact.
This racist pig fucker thinks
that because there's so many
minorities here in Brooklyn
that we won't fight back?
Well, how's that
working out for you?
How?
How is that working out?
- Our intel told us...
- Fuck your intel.
There weren't supposed to be
so many guns.
They're illegal here.
Welcome to New York,
stupid motherfucker.
Once we got blowback,
they gave us orders
to shoot on sight
if our lives were in danger.
LUCY:
Killing innocent Americans.
I'm just following orders.
I'm a soldier.
- What'd you say?
- I'm a soldier, sir.
You don't get to call yourself
a fucking soldier.
You're not a soldier!
Sir, I'm sorry, sir.
Sir, please.
Please, I was just...
Just following orders.
Who's in charge?
Who's the fucking asshole
who sent you
and all your dumbass buddies
out here to get yourselves
killed for nothing?
No. Nothing.
It doesn't matter.
You're a mindless fuck.
Why would you
question your orders?
You were in the military, right?
You understand.
- I can't be second-guessing...
- Shut up.
Where's the DMZ?
- Where's the goddamn DMZ?
- Fuck you. I ain't telling you.
BELINDA:
I know where the DMV is.
The DMZ.
LUCY:
What's the DMZ?
It's a demilitarized zone.
It's where our troops
are embedded,
where they're
getting people out.
And you're gonna
fucking tell me.
I'm tired of playing games
with you.
You have three fucking seconds,
or I'm gonna blow
your goddamn head off.
- Please, sir.
- One, two...
MAN:
Grover Cleveland Park in Queens.
The U.S. Navy and Coast Guard
are evacuating
noncombatants from there,
the ones that make it.
STUPE:
The ones you don't kill first.
No one was supposed to
fight back, okay?
We had too many casualties.
They gave us orders.
They told us Bushwick was a
shoot-to-kill zone, us or them.
STUPE: And we were just
supposed to fucking take it?
Those were our orders.
It's not my fault.
Fuck your orders.
- Sir...
- Fuck you.
Sir, please...
[ Coughs ]
Cleveland Park.
Three or five blocks
at the most.
We don't have much daylight.
What do you want to do?
It's up to me now?
My leg's fucked.
What do you want to do?
Okay.
We're getting out of here.
Is it safe to go out there?
Probably not,
but it's not safe in here.
Can I get a gun?
No.
What are we gonna do about him?
Ah!
- LUCY: Let's go!
- Okay.
Just in case he comes back.
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
[ Alarm blaring ]
[ Indistinct shouting,
gunshots ]
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
This is real.
[ Gunshots, explosion ]
I didn't know it was this bad.
[ Gunshots ]
[ Explosion, men shouting ]
[ Gunshots ]
I didn't know
those guys could fight.
STUPE: Come on.
Let's go. Move.
[ Gunshots ]
If I died in my apartment
like a rat in a cage
Would the neighbors
smell the corpse
Before the cat ate my face?
Dead yet, pussy?
I'm trying to jettison
the ballast
With the hazardous waste
Sit your ass down.
Steep in a self-imposed
Stockholm and Lima in flux
Maybe an occupation popular
with demons and ducks
Made any mingling akin
to being seasoned and stuffed
STUPE: Fuck! These streets
are crawling with soldiers.
- [ Gunshots ]
- Let's make a run for it.
Yo, we got to go upstairs.
[ Stupe shouting indistinctly ]
[ Door opens ]
STUPE:
Inside, go.
- Who the fuck are you?!
- [ Screams ]
- Put your fucking guns down.
- Don't shoot.
- Put your fucking guns down.
- Don't shoot.
Put the fucking guns down.
Don't shoot.
We're just...
We're just...
[ Breathing heavily ]
We're just trying to stay alive.
Okay?
Put your fucking guns down.
Okay.
Everybody relax.
Okay? Just relax.
Okay?
Chill.
Okay.
All right.
What the fuck are you
doing in our building?
You don't know what's
going on out there?
Look... if we can all just get
to Cleveland Park,
the U.S. Army is evacuating
people out of here.
- We can get out of here.
- That what you heard?
What does he mean?
What does that mean?
Whoa!
What the fuck
is wrong with you, James?
JAMES:
Shut up, Ma.
Get your dumb asses
up here and sit down.
I said now!
Go! Hurry up.
Whoa.
[ Dogs barking ]
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
The United States Army is set up
at a park over in Ridgewood,
helicopters, tanks,
whatever else.
Some people know better
than to stick around
in a war zone, James.
You don't remember the '70s.
Eventually, they gonna
get us all out of here.
But we... Right now,
we can't get to them.
Coalition fuckers in the way.
- Ain't shit, Ma.
- Shut up, now, James.
My boys are tough,
but they ain't tough enough
to get through that blockade
by themselves.
STUPE: Ma'am, we're not
gonna be enough to fight them.
I'm not talking about you.
Two blocks over, Church of God,
we heard they got 30, 40 people
all riled up and ready to go.
STUPE:
So what's the problem?
James, you want
to tell these nice folks
why we can't go and ask
Father John for help?
We got issues.
They need our help.
They got some people,
but they ain't got enough guns.
Well, it just so happens
that right here,
- down in this basement...
- Ma.
My boy and his little club...
- It's a gang.
- They got all kinds
of weapons...
Knives, guns, bullets...
For their little
dick-swinging gang bullshit.
Ma, they can't have our guns.
Oh, yes, they can.
This is what we gonna do.
James heads over there
and tells them we got they back,
he gets shot.
Me? I wouldn't make it
halfway down the block.
But...
this sweet little white girl,
she gonna go for us.
No.
You two are gonna stay here
for insurance.
- No.
- No. I'm...
You can't send her
out there alone.
I'm not doing that.
I go with her or no deal.
I don't recall
offering you a deal.
- I'm not going.
- Look. Look, ma'am.
You send her out there alone,
she's just gonna
get herself killed.
That's not gonna do
anybody any good, so just...
You let me go with her.
We'll figure it out, all right?
I'm not leaving my sister.
- Please?
- Lucy.
Please?
Your sister will be fine.
You and your bodyguard
go tell Father John
we'll meet him
at the Laundromat.
Tell him we're going there
right now.
You'll see your sister
in no time.
- No. No. No.
- No.
James, show these people
the front door.
- No. No. No!
- Let's go. Come on.
- Come on.
- No!
- Hurry up.
- Come on. God damn it.
- Lucy!
- Shut the fuck up.
- Shit!
- Get off me.
- [ Door slams ]
- Why are you doing this?
Don't fuck around.
Do what I tell you to do.
LUCY:
Don't you fucking touch her.
STUPE:
Oh, this isn't right, man.
We're all from
the same neighborhood.
We got to stick together.
JAMES: We're not from
the same neighborhood.
STUPE:
At least give us our guns, man.
Don't send us out there
without our guns.
JAMES:
Take your fucking guns.
You better meet me
at the Laundromat.
LUCY:
Holy shit.
- [ Indistinct shouting ]
- It's getting worse.
[ Helicopter blades whirring,
indistinct shouting ]
How are we gonna
get Belinda back?
Are you okay?
Do you need help?
STUPE:
Can you walk?
Thank you for helping.
Deborah.
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
- Whose street?
- Our street.
- Whose street?
- Our street.
- Whose street?
- Our street.
- Whose street?
- Our street.
- Whose street?
- Our street.
- Whose street?
- Our street.
- Whose street?
- Our street.
- Whose street?
- Our street.
- Whose street?
- Our street.
- Whose street?
- Our street.
Whose street?
[ Engine revving ]
[ Gunfire ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
[ Engine revs ]
[ Groans ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Lucy.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Bushwick!
[ Explosion, shouting ]
[ Gunfire ]
MAN:
Go, go, go.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Go inside.
Come on. Let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go, let's go.
[ Door closes ]
STUPE:
Jesus.
LUCY:
Do you see him?
STUPE: No.
He's got to be here somewhere.
LUCY:
Well, let's find him.
Have you seen Father John?
[ Hushed conversations ]
Take these over there
to that woman, all right?
I'll be right back.
STUPE: Why don't you see
if you can find him?
I'm going to help out
around here.
[ Indistinct talking ]
[ Loud bang, people shouting ]
Um, excuse me.
Where is Father John?
Um, we've seen a few priests,
don't know their names.
[ Bang ]
Excuse me.
Are you Father John?
Who are you?
There's a group,
and they have a lot of weapons.
- And they sent me here...
- I'm not Father John.
He's praying downstairs.
Right through those doors.
Thank you.
Father John?
[ Indistinct praying ]
Hello?
Father John?
Hello?
FATHER JOHN: Multitudes
in the valley of decision.
For the day of the Lord is near
in the valley of decision.
The sun and the moon grow dark.
LUCY:
Excuse me. Hi.
I'm looking for Father John.
I am Father John.
LUCY:
Oh, okay.
Are you hurt?
Are you okay?
We need to go to the Laundromat,
and there's a woman on
Starr Street with her son and...
Is anyone among you sick?
LUCY: Sick?
No. Wait.
Let him call for the elders
of the church.
- LUCY: I...
- And they will pray over him,
anointing him with oil
in the name of the Father
and of the Son
and of the Holy Ghost.
LUCY: I don't know what
you're talking about.
We need your help.
We have to go.
You don't understand.
The prayer of faith
will save the one who is sick,
and the Lord will raise him up.
If he is guilty of sin,
he will be forgiven.
- [ Gunshot ]
- LUCY: Oh, shit!
Fuck!
Oh, my God.
You stupid...
[ Breathing raggedly ]
Oh, my God.
Shit.
[ Exhales sharply ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
PRIEST:
Did you find Father John?
LUCY:
He's, um... He's gone.
PRIEST:
What do you mean, he's gone?
We have to go.
We have to go now.
PRIEST: Father John wouldn't
leave this congregation.
- He's gone. We have to go.
- You didn't answer me.
Is Father John okay?
He did it to himself.
- [ Indistinct talking ]
- [ Sighs ]
Okay. Listen.
Listen up.
Um, it's not going to be safe
here for very much longer.
So we need to... we need to go.
Anybody who is able, please
help somebody who's injured.
We are going to all meet at the
Laundromat on Cypress Avenue,
where we will meet
a group of people
that have a lot of weapons,
and from there,
we are going to get
to the evacuation helicopters
inside Cleveland Park.
We need to stick together,
but we need to go now.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Dramatic music plays ]
Stupe, come on.
Let's go.
- What happened to Father John?
- We have to go now.
- No. He's gone.
- I can't just leave him...
We have to go.
We have to go now.
- Just let me finish this.
- No.
Stupe, come on.
His shoulder is fucked.
Jesus. Go. Go. Go.
Stupe.
STUPE: Just give me two minutes.
God damn it.
I will meet you
by the front door. Come on.
STUPE:
Lucy! Shit.
Come on.
Let's go.
[ Knocking on door ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
- [ Pounding on door ]
- MAN: Open this fucking door!
[ Loud bang,
pounding continues ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Open the door!
[ Indistinct shouting ]
- [ Door opens, gunfire ]
- Oh, shit. Shit.
[ People screaming ]
[ Gunfire ]
[ People screaming ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
MAN:
Stand down.
[ Grunts ]
Shit.
Holy shit.
Are you okay?
STUPE:
Yeah. I'm okay.
Yes, yes. I can get up.
I'm okay.
[ Gunfire continues ]
Let's go.
Ouch.
Let's go.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Come on. Go. Go. Move.
LUCY:
I just killed a guy with an ax.
[ Helicopter blades whirring,
gunfire ]
[ Radio chatter ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Where is everybody?
STUPE:
I don't know.
Are we supposed to
meet them inside?
Are we supposed to
meet them outside?
We were just with everybody,
and where did they go?
How long do you think it's gonna
take for Belinda to get here?
I don't fucking know!
Can you be patient
for one fucking second?
I don't want to be here
any more than you do.
[ Siren wailing in distance ]
[ Explosion in distance ]
[ Gunshots in distance ]
[ Explosion, gunfire
in distance ]
So what year of college are you?
Second-year grad student.
What are you studying?
Civil engineering.
That's great.
That's great.
You'll be able to help
make a difference.
That's great.
[ Explosion in distance ]
How old's your kid?
You never told me.
When my wife and I
used to argue,
she'd get pretty
worked up at me.
And I'm so stubborn.
She'd get so frustrated,
and she'd...
she'd lose her temper with me.
And she'd say, "Stupe,
you're such a fucking asshole."
I can be.
But almost immediately,
she'd come over.
And she'd put her hands
on my face.
And she'd say,
"But you're my asshole."
We were so in love.
And my son...
My son was so beautiful,
so smart.
I wish you could have seen him.
They're dead.
They were killed in
the World Trade Center attacks.
[ Breathes deeply ]
And I was so angry.
I was so full of hate.
I just wanted someone to pay.
So I enlisted
in the Marine Corps.
[ Sniffles ]
About a year and a half later,
they shipped me over to Iraq,
and I got my chance to fight.
I thought it would
make me feel better,
but it just made me feel worse.
I did a lot of things
I'm not real proud of.
So, uh...
[ Sniffles ]
I became a hospital corpsman.
'Cause I thought
if I saved lives, that would...
That would make me feel better,
but I just...
I lost more men than I saved.
And one day...
after months of nightmares
and not being able to keep
my goddamn hands from shaking,
I just stopped.
I just...
I couldn't bear to watch
one more fucking person die.
So they sent me home
on a medical discharge,
and I just turned myself off.
For years, I just wanted
to be invisible.
[ Explosion in distance ]
And here I am again,
right in the middle of it,
right in the middle of all this
fucking death and killing.
It's like it's being shoved
down my fucking throat,
and it just goes on and on.
It just never stops,
and it's fucking for what?
For what?
[ Explosion in distance,
electricity crackles ]
When my family died,
I died with them.
But we're gonna get out of here.
We're gonna get Belinda.
We're gonna get
the fuck out of here.
[ Breathes deeply ]
Thank you for telling me.
I'm sorry I lied to you.
I've just never really
been able to talk about it.
Why'd you tell me
you had to go to Hoboken?
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sniffles ]
I thought if I told you
I was going to Hoboken,
no fucking way
you'd try to follow me.
- [ Laughs ]
- [ Chuckles ]
Who the fuck wants
to go to Hoboken?
- You.
- [ Both laugh ]
I got to take a piss.
[ Sniffles ]
[ Gunshot ]
[ Thud ]
Stupe!
- What the fuck did you do?
- I'm so sorry.
[ Crying ]
He came at me, and I...
[ Crying ]
LUCY: Get the fuck out!
Get the fuck out!
Oh, my God.
[ Crying ]
Oh, my God.
Stupe.
Stupe. Stupe.
Wake up. Wake up.
Oh, my God.
No, no, no, no, no.
Fuck.
I don't know...
I don't know what to do.
Just tell me what to do,
and I'll do it.
I'll just...
Let me help you.
[ Crying ] Let me...
I don't...
Damn it.
[ Crying ]
I'm so sorry.
What am I gonna do?
Fuck.
Sorry.
[ Explosion ]
[ Gunfire ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Door opens ]
BELINDA: Lucy!
Lucy.
Oh, yes!
LUCY: Ohh.
I thought I lost you, too.
Are you okay?
What happened?
Did they do...
Hey, hey.
Get the fuck away
from my sister.
We did exactly what you asked.
Now get the fuck away from...
Hey, hey. Calm the fuck down.
The fight's outside.
You did your thing
with the church group,
and we got your sister here.
- You okay?
- Lucy, I'm really okay.
It's really bad outside.
We all just want
to get out of here.
Where's the big guy?
Look. You guys can stand
around talking about nothing,
but we're getting
the fuck out of here.
- Just give me a minute.
- Wait.
JAMES: You're wasting time.
We're leaving.
LUCY:
Come on!
Lucy, what are you doing?
Fuck me.
Really?
He's dead?
That's some shit.
We got to get out of here.
[ Gunshots in distance ]
Whoa.
We're going.
- Come on.
- Okay, okay, okay.
LUCY:
Stay close to me.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
BELINDA:
I'm so scared.
I told you it was
fucked up out here.
LUCY:
Stay close to me.
BELINDA:
Okay, okay, okay. I'm here.
There's so many people.
You can't even see anything.
LUCY:
Let's get behind this.
BELINDA:
We're stuck.
We're not going to be
able to get through.
- No, no, no.
- Lucy, let's go.
They have a plan. We just have
to get to those helicopters.
Where are they?
LUCY:
They're right over there.
[ Gunshots ]
- Stay near me.
- BELINDA: Okay.
[ Horn blares ]
[ Crowd cheering ]
[ Horn blaring ]
Whoa!
LUCY:
Okay. Let's go.
[ Gunshots ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Don't lose me.
Oh, shit.
[ Gunfire ]
- Belinda, wait.
- Got you, bitch.
Get the fuck off me.
[ Gunshot ]
Come on. Come on. Get up.
We got to move.
[ Gunfire ]
LUCY:
Belinda?
[ Shouting ]
LUCY:
This way.
[ Gunfire ]
Okay.
You're good.
You're good. You're good.
Okay.
This way. This way.
This way.
- The gun's out.
- Drop it, drop it.
[ Men grunting, gunfire ]
Take his gun.
Take his gun.
Come on.
- Aah!
- [ Gunshots ]
Help me. Help me.
Help me.
[ Grunts ]
Fuck.
Run and keep shooting!
[ Gunfire ]
Yeah? Okay.
Gonna get behind those barrels.
Ready? Okay. Run.
- Run!
- [ Grunts ]
[ Gunfire ]
You okay?
We have to make it
through there.
What?
No. Fuck.
We're not gonna make it.
Okay. We're gonna pull these.
Are you ready?
We're gonna pull these.
One, two, three.
- Throw it.
- Throw.
MAN:
Grenade! Grenade! Grenade!
[ Explosion ]
[ Gunfire ]
[ Explosion ]
- Oh, look!
- We found it.
We're almost in. The helicopters
are right over there.
We got to get
the fuck out of here.
Oh, shit.
[ Gunfire ]
I see the helicopter.
[ Men grunting ]
Come on.
We're so close.
[ Gunfire ]
Everybody keep moving
towards the chopper.
LUCY: Aah!
Aah!
MAN:
Stay low.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Belinda!
Okay.
I'm coming for you.
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
Oh. Fuck.
[ Gunfire ]
[ Gunshots ]
Fuck. Okay.
Can you walk?
I can't.
Okay, okay.
I'm gonna pull you.
- Okay?
- Okay.
Okay. One.
We're so close.
We're so close.
- [ Gunfire ]
- Lucy!
[ Grunts ]
Lucy, get up.
Lucy.
[ Man speaking indistinctly ]
[ Crying ]
Come on.
No!
MAN:
Come on, come on.
- Get up.
- BELINDA: I won't leave her.
MAN:
We got to keep moving.
BELINDA: No!
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
No!
[ Wails ]
Lucy!
[ Gunshots ]
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
[ Aesop Rock's "Supercell"
plays ]
Die already
None defy
the one-man walled city
Stone made flesh,
veins etched in his hands
88 stance draped
in invasive plants
And rain dance unsafely,
brace for the Supercell
Mutiny or footage for your
blooper reel, who can tell?
Pours hot tar
from the top of the barn
Necktie on his head,
condor on his arm
Dog Star in a jar,
bordering unsustainable
Mea culpa, Mea culpa,
maybe I should pray occult
Systematic Catholic or Sigil
of the Baphomet unraveling
Either way his ID
show a snake and skull
Always been a private dude
who couldn't keep a tally
Of which lies he told who
Flea comb, exorcism,
and deworming
Fitted for a curse
and a crown of birds circling
Search party falling forward
unthwarted
Meet him at the crossroads,
drawn and quartered
For a master of puppets,
how sad are his cupboards
Non-dairy creamers,
can of last supper
And a runneth-over cup
full of black tap water
It's a marvel of privacy
over pack hunter
Raspberry jelly
on his Jesus toast
And turn heather gray sweats
into Easter clothes
With no immediately measurable
crime-wave ice age
Christ children
still skin a cat sideways
I don't pick teams
or administer bans
I'm in the creek with a pick
and pan, it go
Forcibly ejected
or a voluntary death scene
Tell 'em what the out-of-order
blinking EMF mean
Ghost