Blindfire

9-1-1. What's your emergency?

Shit. Shit.

Sir, could you try to remain calm?

What is your emergency?

I-

Let's start by giving me your name

- and your address. - Don't tell me what to do.

Don't you ever tell me what do, do you understand?

I do understand.

How can I help you?

I won't let her take my kids.

She can't take them.

She can't. They're mine.

Sir, I need to know where you are

so that I can send help.

14 Independence Square.

I'll fucking shoot her if she leaves.

You have to stop her.

If she tries to take my kids, I'll fucking kill her.

So what? It's chicken.

Don't fucking judge me.

It's not me.

Adam asks his guests all the time.

Okay, what do you have against chicken?

Nothing. Nothing.

Bake it, fry it, barbecue it.

Just don't put it in a taco.

You're crazy, it's delicious.

Oh, my god, whatever. You know what?

You get a pass.

You get a pass 'cause you grew up

around mostly white people.

Oh, well, I'm sorry I didn't grow up

eating lengua or barbacoa.

Besides, look at you.

You're eating rabbit food in a wrap.

Eh!

I love meat.

I love meat.

It's just Maria wanted us to try this vegan shit,

so what am I supposed to do?

I don't see Maria here.

Yeah, but I'm gonna go home

and she's gonna ask me what I had for lunch,

so what am I supposed to do, lie to her every day?

You tell Maria what you had for lunch every day?

Available units, we have a domestic dispute

in progress at 14 Independence Square.

Repeat, domestic in progress.

14 Independence Square.

Shit, that's close.

Unit 451 responding.

We're two minutes out.

Suspect is armed and hostile.

Turn right.

Suspect believed to be holding family hostage.

All right, go over here. Yeah.

Number of hostages, unknown.

Left on Path.

Okay, kill the lights.

Right here, right here, right here, right here.

Unit 451. We're on location.

Unit 451, set up a perimeter

and standby for SWAT.

No.

No, no! Come on!

Came from around back.

This is Unit 451. We got a hostile situation.

What's your ETA on SWAT?

SWAT is five minutes out.

Shit. Bishop.

Get your ass up, now!

Somebody's gonna get killed!

Police! Get on the fucking ground!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Fuck!

This is Unit 451. Shots fired.

Shots fired.

Copy.

Bishop!

Bishop.

Shit, shit, shit.

Bishop.

Don't you fucking move!

Let me see your hands!

Keep your hands where I can see 'em!

Are you hit?

He's bleeding out. Call it in.

Are you hit?!

I'm fine! Call it in!

This is Unit 451. Shots fired.

- Suspect down. - Stop resisting!

We need an ambulance.

- Repeat, shots fired. - Give me your hand.

- Turn around. - Suspect down.

Request for an ambulance immediately.

- (DOOR CRASHES) - Swat: All right, let's go!

- Let's go, in every closet! - Check upstairs.

Suspect down.

- Get her outta there! - Get the girl.

You did good.

I'm glad you and Wilkins made it outta there safe.

You may have saved that girl's life tonight.

Dispatch said the guy talked about burning the house down.

Are you all right?

I know this was the first time you've had to...

I'm fine, Sergeant.

It's okay.

It's not supposed to be easy.

Most officers are lucky,

they go their whole careers without firing a weapon.

It's a difficult thing to prepare for.

It's part of the job.

I'm here if you need me.

Don't have to talk to some stranger about it

if you don't want to.

Get some rest.

Someone from HR will call tomorrow

and walk you through everything.

Are you okay? - Yes, I'm fine.

Okay.

Why didn't you call me? Had to hear it from Wilkins?

Had to give my statement to the FID,

and then Sergeant wanted to talk to me.

I wasn't thinking.

I got really scared thinking about losing you.

Can we, um

Can you just come home? Can you come home?

I can't.

Wilkins and I, we have some paperwork to finish, so...

That's fine. I mean, come back home.

Jan.

I'll call you tonight.

Okay.

Really glad you're all right.

I did not see this one coming.

Yeah, I should've been there with you.

You should've waited.

Wasn't going in, I was just trying to hear

what he was saying through the window.

Then he kicked the door open,

almost took my fucking face off-

You got lucky.

You're gonna get yourself killed pulling the hero shit.

Fuck.

Fucking wired.

What makes a guy do that to his own family?

Gonna get another drink.

I'm good.

Yeah?

Hey, hero.

Celebrating your big day, huh?

All right.

What?

Andre was my guy.

Yeah. We played ball at Central together.

Good man.

- Good family. - Okay, it wasn't like that.

It was self-defense.

You even got the black chick vouching for you.

- That's cute. - Okay, who the fuck are you?

Hey, tell me something, do you get like a prize

for every brother you kill or something,

or like a cake, or like stickers.

How many niggas do you have to kill-

- You motherfucker! - Get the fuck off me!

- (PUNCHES THUDDING) - Fuck you, man!

- What? - Fuck you!

What? Hey, what's wrong?

- What's wrong? - You weren't there!

- What's wrong with you? - Fuck you, motherfucker!

- We all on the same team. - Hey, hey!

He's an asshole, all right? He wasn't there.

He wasn't. He doesn't know what happened.

Fuck you! You weren't there!

- You weren't there! - Hey, he wasn't, all right?

Let it go.

Come on.

- Listen to your girl, huh? - Chill the fuck out!

Come on. Chill the fuck out.

Bishop!

Bye, hero.

What a day.

You've been here a week, and you didn't tell me?

Nice place, right?

You can't keep pulling this shit, man.

Fuck it, give me one of those.

Just...

Gonna be good.

What was it this time?