21 Bridges (2019) Movie Script

[bell tolling]

[tolling continues]

[reverend] "But if you do

wrong, be afraid,

for he does not bear the sword

in vain.

He is the servant of God,

an avenger who carries out

God's wrath

on the wrongful."

I often thought of my friend,

Officer Reginald Dean Davis,

when I would read Romans 13:4.

That he punished two of the

three men who attacked him

before he himself was killed

means I will never think of

anyone else ever again

when I read or speak this verse.

He died protecting his family,

his friends and this city.

He was a servant of God.

I assuage my rage

that a third man escaped

by trying to remind myself

of a few things.

First,

Reginald found a woman

as strong, driven

and smart as he.

And then I think of his boy,

Andre,

and I see the same,

sometimes infuriating,

fearlessness,

inquisitiveness.

I know it may not

feel like it now,

but you got more from your

father, Andre, in 13 years

than most men will

in a lifetime.

He taught you to follow

your conscience,

to not take anyone else's word

about what is right and wrong,

to find a just code

in an often cruel world.

[siren blaring]

[man 1] Thank you for making time

for IA at the end of your shift.

[Andre] I didn't have a choice.

[man 1] You could choose

not to be a cop.

Being a cop

isn't a choice for me.

[man 1] What is it, then?

DNA.

[woman] At this point,

we don't need to spell out

why we're all here.

Yes, we do. Official procedure.

Any officer who discharges his

or her weapon in the line of duty

must justify

every round of ammunition.

[man 2] You've shot

eight people in nine years.

Good shootings. Cleared on all.

[man 2] Three since you

were made detective.

Four now.

The one who survived

was sentenced to life without.

Do you regret any?

I've been to the psychologist.

That's not an answer.

No, I do not regret any.

Faces don't come to you

in your sleep?

Justice comes at a cost.

Justice is not determined

by you.

But I am the sharp end

of that determination.

Says who?

My badge.

My oath.

Your DNA?

During the Civil War,

some soldiers just kept loading

their muskets without ever firing.

Five or six balls

loaded on top of each other.

In Vietnam, only 30% of frontline

infantry soldiers ever fired a shot.

So, ten soldiers in battle,

only three truly fighting.

Are you really using war analogies

here, Detective Davis?

What do you imagine

the other seven were doing?

[train wheels screeching]

Hi, Andre.

How's she doing?

Tired, but I just

gave her her meds.

All right, you can head home.

I got this.

Okay.

You know where to find me

if you need me.

What are we watching?

You left me.

No, Ma. I had to pull a triple.

I've been here too long.

I've...

I've overstayed my welcome.

Nah. You can never overstay

your welcome.

You're here to take me home.

This is home.

Don't leave me here, Reginald.

Ma...

it's Andre.

It's Dre, Mama.

I need to take my meds.

No, no, no. You took them.

You already took them.

You look tired.

You work too hard.

Yeah, you got that right.

It's the job.

It's what I do.

I know.

You gotta look the devil

in the eye.

Yeah.

Yeah, Ma.

[kisses]

[police radio chatter]

[radio chatter continues]

[radio chatter ends]

[dog barking]

[exhales]

Well, it looks just like

you said it would.

Hey, does yours smell

like your beard?

It smells like your girl.

[both laugh]

[exhales]

Let's go.

[keypad beeping]

[door buzzes]

[bottles clanking]

Who the fuck are you guys?

[man 1] We're the guys

that are taking your cocaine.

Not smart. You guys

are gonna fucking die.

[grunts]

[spits, coughs]

[man 2] Where is it?

[panting] Freezer. Downstairs.

[man 1] We need a key?

[breathing heavily]

Just two of you?

You're gonna be here all night.

[man 2] Yo!

[man 1] Move!

That's not 30 keys.

[manager] It's 300.

Somebody fucked up.

[man 2] Shut up. On your knees.

Jeez.

[knife scrapes]

This stuff hasn't been cut yet.

Jackpot! Fuck yeah!

[man 1] No way. We walk.

- [man 2] What?

- We walk.

Small ain't always smart.

You can help or you can watch.

This is fucking stupid.

This is fucking freedom.

[police officers chattering]

[knocking on window]

Shit.

Shh.

[officer]

The fuck is this guy at?

He might be by the back door.

Check it out.

[car engine running]

[officer 2 over radio] Car

back here is still running.

Back gate open.

Possible 30 in progress.

Shit. All right.

We're coming in.

Stay back.

[grunts]

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Officer down!

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Officer down!

[panting]

Cop! Run!

We don't want any more blood!

[man 1]

You don't have to kill him.

[man 2] More are coming.

[man 2] Drive.

[siren blaring]

[panting]

[man 2] Cover me.

[grunts]

[panting]

[groans]

[officer moaning]

Move the car.

[man over radio] 8-5 Adam.

[gurgling]

8-5 Charlie.

8-5 Charlie, on the air?

[sirens blaring in distance]

8-5 Frank?

Any units at Mosto's,

please advise.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[man 1]

Don't drive like an asshole.

[panting]

Stop for this light.

- What the fuck are you doing? I said stop.

- We just fucking killed cops.

Fuck!

[continues panting]

[woman over radio] Central,

we got multiple officers down!

Put a rush on the bus.

I repeat, put a rush on the bus!

[man 1 over radio] Central,

notify highways, blood banks.

[man 2 over radio] Emergency Adam.

Main Central, show us en route.

[woman over radio]

Officers down.

[radio chatter continues]

[man 3 over radio]

Eight officers down.

[sirens blaring in distance]

[no audible dialogue]

Captain McKenna.

Okay, boys.

[chief] Detective Davis.

Captain McKenna runs the 8-5.

These are his boys

that died tonight.

My condolences.

Thank you.

It's Andre, right?

Yes, sir.

I never met your dad,

but I heard good things.

Thank you, sir.

- [sirens blaring in distance]

- [helicopter whirring]

Guys, I need you to get up.

You're sitting

in my crime scene.

Come on. He's got a job to do.

- [sirens blaring]

- [fire engine horn honking]

It's okay, Kelly.

I heard you were with IA today.

And I'd fucking love it if you

were right back there tomorrow.

If they give me cause.

Cause?

Here's your fucking cause

right there. Okay?

- You understand what I'm saying?

- Give me the room.

Your fucking cause times seven

lying dead in the fucking street.

Motherfuckers are giving you

all the reason you need...

Mac! You're not the only one

hurting here.

You're in public.

The public who never sees shit

when a cop goes down.

[chief] Lower your voice.

What were their names?

Uh, yeah.

Jennifer Montgomery

in the ambulance.

She's hanging on by a thread.

Massimo Adams, Charlie Cobb.

Jake Dominguez

and Danny Williams.

Out on the street

is Marcus Fernandez.

What?

Marcus Fernandez.

I knew Marcus.

We were at the academy together.

Out there with Marcus...

is Reuben Kizer

and Patrick Graham.

Just so you know,

they leave behind four wives,

one fiancée,

six kids.

Three are my godkids.

Now I'm gonna go wake them up

in the middle of the night,

let them know

their lives are shattered.

You know the drill.

Look, I fucking refuse

to allow these families

to be traumatized even more

with fucking trials and appeals

and horseshit narratives,

parole hearings for, fuck,

three, four decades.

I'm asking you...

to protect them from that.

I understand.

Why were they here?

My guys interrupted a robbery.

[police radio chatter]

How much cocaine is this?

[McKenna] Crime Scene

estimates about 300 kilos

before the scumbags cut into it.

How much did they take?

About 50 keys.

[woman]

One hundred and ten pounds.

That's A1 weight.

You're looking at 25 years.

Ninety-plus percent pure.

Two million, plus or minus,

before you step on it.

It's quadruple after.

Detective Andre Davis,

Detective Frankie Burns, DETF.

- She'll be working with you.

- With me doing what?

This is the biggest coke seizure

in I don't know how long.

- Narcotics will be involved.

- I appreciate the politics.

But if I don't catch these guys in the

next three or four hours, they vanish.

I don't do fucking politics.

And she's not the second team.

You can either fight me

or use me.

[dog barking]

[vomits]

[coughing]

You good?

We should

fucking kill ourselves.

Don't be like that. Not now.

We just killed more cops

than I can fucking count, Ray.

I did all the killing.

You think they give a shit

about the body math?

They're gonna figure us out.

It was dark. We moved fast.

Car's not ours. Plates are stolen.

It'll get solved, Ray.

All right?

We both hate the fucking cops,

but they're smart.

They're gonna figure out our

names by sunrise. We need to run.

We need a plan. We need money.

Fuck!

Employee?

Yeah. Came up whistle-clean.

No-scroll good citizen

named Tom Cheaver.

So, Tom took his bullet

from just a few feet.

Notice the stippling

around the entrance wound.

And judging from

the proximity of that knife,

Tom tried to make a move.

Over here,

double taps.

Automatic weapon, suppressed.

I say two shooters.

Where are you seeing that?

No one's smooth enough

to murder all these officers

and hit Tom

coming up with a knife.

And one guy probably isn't carrying

100-plus pounds of cocaine out by himself.

Yeah, but it could be

more than two.

Nah. Look at

the shell groupings.

One was back there. He hit Tom.

The second one came this way.

Then he murdered all four of us.

Yeah.

Second one's a talented killer.

You left a zero off,

motherfucker.

What?

That wasn't 30 keys stepped on.

It was 300 pure.

Wasn't my fuckup.

Whose fuckup was it?

Hawk Tyler's, maybe?

He put the job out for bid.

But you guys

got something, right?

- Fifty keys.

- Well, good.

- Fuck you!

- I'm changing the deal.

You're not selling it for us

anymore.

You're gonna bring us to Hawk,

and we're gonna sell it ourselves.

And we're not splitting it

three ways.

I owe a lot of money

to a lot of people...

Me and Ray have to run for

the rest of our fucking lives!

[man] Hawk ain't gonna hear

new deals.

Yeah, well, Hawk

hasn't heard 50 pure yet.

Give me your phone.

[man] Hit.

We got a hit!

It's a red light cam.

Two men.

Alert everybody. Send it through

the mobile unit at Mosto's.

Detective Davis.

Sergeant Yolanda Bell,

shift supervisor at LMSI.

Good to know you, Yolanda Bell.

[Yolanda]

We got something for you.

How much you wanna bet when we find

that BMW, it's burnt to the chassis?

A nickel.

If you were gonna rob

660 pounds of coke,

would you drive a BMW two-door

to the job?

Would you bring

just one other guy with you?

Would you only take 50 keys?

No, no, and no.

They weren't expecting 300.

They weren't expecting cops,

either.

This was either dumb luck...

or a setup.

[McKenna] No, fuck you!

[FBI agent] The FBI's here

because the shooters

are out of the state by now.

Half hour

since the final whistle.

Please, make one more

sports analogy.

If and when we get confirmation

that they crossed over

to Jersey or Connecticut...

The mayor would prefer that the

FBI take over sooner than later.

The mayor shits on us

every chance he gets.

The fucking guy

eats pizza with a fork.

He wants them

brought to justice.

[McKenna] No shit.

Dre.

Toine.

How'd it go

with Internal Affairs?

I'm here,

so not the way you hoped.

Like I said, the mayor

wants them brought to justice,

i.e., arrested, arraigned,

put on trial.

Not killed in a gun battle,

the details of which are foggy.

Like the seven behind us?

[Antoine] Who are you?

Narcotics.

Beautiful. What could go wrong?

We got a narc and a trigger.

You better have perfect

diction, calling me a "trigger."

[chief] Cut the shit, everybody.

Has the mayor

got his thumb on this?

This an ask or an order?

They're still in New York.

You don't walk away

with 50 keys of 90% pure

unless you have

a big local buyer.

You don't move it far

unless you're into transport.

These guys were hitters,

not drivers.

You don't know that.

Good enough to kill seven cops,

dumb enough to run a red?

What they need to do

is sell the coke, vanish.

I'm not heading east.

Long Island runs out,

and it's all accountants

and dentists out that way,

so I'm a sore thumb.

I'm not going to Queens.

You don't wholesale coke

in the middle class.

I'm not staying in Brooklyn,

scene of the crime.

Plus, it's all pop-ups and

strollers and guys like you now.

Anyone left on Staten Island who can move

this kind of weight as quick as they need?

Not since the days before

Gotti murdered Castellano.

What about Jersey?

"Sopranos" was a TV show.

And upstate?

That's fucking ridiculous.

Ain't no way to move

50 keys of yayo in Utica.

Leaves Manhattan.

[officer] Detective Davis?

What, you got a hit for me?

[officer] 911 call.

Black BMW, two-door,

on fire

in an alley in Chinatown.

Uh-oh, where's Chinatown?

- Manhattan.

- [flicks coin]

- [FBI agent] Feel good?

- It does.

- How long ago was the 911?

- [officer] Ninety seconds.

- Let's go.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- For what?

- Everything about these guys,

save the speed camera,

has been competent so far.

Yeah, so? They'll sell the

coke, catch a train,

catch a cab, jack a car,

and we're right back to hoping

we get a hit from a cam

before they vanish, show up

in Pennsylvania somewhere.

Good point.

Whereas the FBI is national...

Close the island.

What island?

Manhattan.

[FBI agent]

You having a seizure?

No, the mayor will buy it.

He's in the low 30s,

crime is ticking up,

homeless are pissing

in front of Tiffany's again,

and it's 1:00 a.m.,

not 1:00 p.m.

Anything goes wrong,

you can blame us.

Something will go wrong,

and then you're all fucked.

We get the concept of sacrifice is

like quantum physics to a fucking fed.

The mayor can say he was listening

to his commanders in the field.

Now, if your boss had a chance

to catch the murderers

of seven New York City cops

and chose not to, this city

would never forgive him.

Catch them by 5:00.

Wait, is that a yes or a no?

Catch them by 5:00.

[FBI agent] You all got balls,

not a lot of brains.

Good luck to you.

We'll be awaiting

your phone call.

Yeah, hold your breath.

How you gonna do this?

There are 21 bridges in and out

of Manhattan. Shut them down.

Three rivers, close them.

Four tunnels, block them.

[sirens blaring]

Stop every train that leaves the island.

Amtrak, PATH, New Jersey Transit,

LIRR, Metro-North,

and loop the subways.

Then...

we flood the island with blue.

[sirens blaring]

[police radio chatter]

[sizzling]

[Andre] You wanna ditch a car,

you drive five blocks, not to Manhattan.

[Burns] Two sets of tire tracks.

[Andre]

This was a meet-and-greet.

Miss Yolanda.

Hey, I need pictures of every car that

went into the alley after the BMW.

[Yolanda] There aren't any cameras

aimed right at the entrances.

Alley backs up into massage

parlors and Chinese restaurants.

It's illegal workers. Every time a

camera goes up, it gets pulled back down.

[Andre] Can you pick up every

passing vehicle on either end?

[Yolanda] What interval?

From the time the BMW

went into the alley

to the first fire call to 911.

Will do. Stand by.

Are you who they say you are?

Who do they say I am?

You tell me.

You killed a lot of perps

in the last ten years.

Never shot first.

Never?

All right, let me be

more precise, Detective Burns.

I've never fired

without just cause.

Seven dead cops feels like

a lot of just cause.

These guys are killers.

So I need to know that we got

each other's backs tonight.

'Cause I got a kid at home.

Doesn't need to wake up

without her mother.

You wear that badge,

I got your back.

[phone rings]

Talk to me.

All right.

[Burns] Where we going?

Uptown.

[man on TV] ...has closed all

access into and out of Manhattan.

In a statement from city hall,

the mayor's office was only able to offer

a vague description

of the two suspects.

They tell us both are men.

One is white, one is black.

They are known to be armed

and extremely dangerous.

Deputy Mayor Antoine Mott defends

the decision to lock down the city.

His statement says, "With no way off

the island for these two fugitives,

the NYPD has every available...

- Nice.

- ...officer scouring Manhattan."

How much have you got?

Fifty kilos.

..."until this manhunt

is successfully completed."

- What up, B?

- [buyer] What up?

This ain't usual and customary.

Nothing is tonight, man.

[both snap]

This is Ray Jackson.

And this is Michael...

The bid you put out

was for 30 keys.

We walked in on 300.

Sometimes lightning strikes,

right?

And even better when you're

a borough away from it.

[Hawk] Yeah, most definitely.

Look, we killed cops,

and now we gotta run forever.

Then get on with your negotiations

and fuck your little guilt trip, word?

I'm a drug dealer

who hit a rival drug dealer,

and you're the guns

I got to do it.

You think I fucked you because

someone somewhere forgot a zero?

Our business doesn't attract a lot

of detail-oriented motherfuckers.

You don't like it,

make your own moves.

Or go drive an Uber.

Either way, let's make this deal

so I can get you America's

Most Wanted motherfuckers

out of my crib fast as I can.

One million.

[laughs]

Pesos? [chuckles]

Yo! I love it when fools strike gold

but don't know the market price.

Fifty keys cuts into 200.

Going rate for a cut key

in Manhattan is 32 G's.

That means

after a million to us,

that's still 5.4 million

for you.

He's one of those

detail-oriented motherfuckers.

[officer] Police!

Don't move! Search warrant!

To the left!

Police! Show me your hands!

Turn around!

[man] Hey, come on.

[woman] What's going on?

Get off of him!

No, he didn't do anything!

He can't breathe!

You know if you kill him,

he can't tell us anything?

- Stand up. Step over here.

- Okay.

What's going on?

Is this you?

- No, that is not my car.

- It's registered in your name.

My ex-boyfriend, he had terrible

credit, so I put it in my name.

He said he sold it!

- He lied.

- [woman] All the time.

You beat up the wrong man!

He'll live.

Get him out of here.

Let's go.

Hey. You okay?

[Andre] Turn around.

[woman] Oh, God.

[Burns]

Knock it off. Knock it off.

It's all right. It's all right.

So, this ex-boyfriend

of yours...

[woman] Toriano Bush.

- What'd he do now?

- [Burns] Seven cops were murdered tonight.

- [woman] Well, Toriano didn't do that.

- He picked up these two men.

We think they're the murderers.

There isn't a version of this

where these two aren't found.

Cooperate now.

Tell me something I don't know,

and that's the beginning of

the end of our time together.

[woman] Toriano couldn't

kill anyone, you know?

You said that.

But he's a criminal, right?

[woman] Small-time. Wanted to get out.

He was always just too deep in debt.

Is that why you left him?

Debt don't bother me.

Who was Becky

with the good hair?

This waitress ho at the Pan-Am.

- Check it.

- Thank you.

[Andre sighs]

Sit.

Give us a sec.

Hey, Yolanda, get me everything

you have on Toriano Bush.

And get cameras up and around

the Pan-Am Lounge.

He has a girlfriend there.

[Yolanda] Got it.

[exhales]

You have it in hundreds?

Brown people spend Benjamins,

brown people get followed.

Weighs as much as the coke.

[Hawk] You about right.

A million in 20s is 110 pounds.

And stay away from all canines.

They go Cujo because every dollar in

circulation is covered in cocaine atoms,

and y'all got 50,000 of those

bills in six small bags.

- How do I clean it?

- You don't know some dude who owns a strip club

- or a parking lot?

- This is seven figures.

Who do you use?

[woman] Who everybody else with

seven or more digits does.

Sudanese brother over in

the Meatpacking named Adi.

Cops, too. He's Switzerland.

What does that mean?

[Hawk]

Means he's gonna take 300,000,

but he can sort bank accounts,

passports, whatever you need.

I heard about this dude.

Exclusive.

He owe you money?

Bush owes everybody money.

Yeah? How much?

$17,512, as of this morning.

[Ray] What are you doing?

I just bought your Lincoln.

Let's get out of here.

[Andre] They'll never know.

You'll never see me again.

I promise.

Yeah, that's...

probably Raymond Jackson.

"Probably"?

Because he always wears

a demon mask?

Not many white dudes born and raised

where we were during World War Crack.

[Andre] Okay.

So he's a tough guy.

[chuckles]

Yeah, fighting his whole life.

When we were kids,

I watched him beat a grown man

for stepping on this boy

Arvell's sneakers.

This was before the army.

Arvell?

Who's Arvell?

Arvell Trujillo.

He and Ray,

they joined up together.

They just did everything

together.

Is that who else is in the car?

No.

Arvell was blown up

in Afghanistan.

[inhales]

The other man in that car...

is probably Arvell's

little brother, Michael.

Because Ray protects him now.

Michael's smart, you know?

He could have been anything

if he'd have just been born

somewhere else.

But after Arvell was killed,

Michael joined up.

But I heard

he attacked a sergeant.

Okay.

Thank you.

[police radio chatter]

[sirens blaring in distance]

- Come on in.

- [reporter on TV] We are getting reports

of huge traffic jams at the outbound

entrances, bridges, and tunnels.

No one is getting off

this island tonight.

You're causing quite a stir.

[reporter 2 on TV] ...wanted for

the slaughter of seven officers

in Brooklyn tonight are Raymond

Jackson and Michael Trujillo.

Jackson, at 32 years old,

a long history of violent crime.

Trujillo, 26 years old,

also with an extensive rap sheet.

Both men are ex-military...

[man] Put your bags in here.

Trujillo was

dishonorably discharged.

[whispers] Fuck.

We're just getting a statement

from the NYPD, just issued.

We have been told that the injured

officer, Jennifer Montgomery,

was taken off life support and

declared dead just minutes ago.

Don't wanna count it?

No one cheats the man who

knows where all their money is.

Do not close that fucking safe.

What the fuck are you doing?

- I don't buy it.

- Buy what?

This guy, this place.

Where the fuck are we, Mike?

What are we doing?

This isn't us.

We have a million

in fucking cash.

You ever think we'd see that?

You ever think Arvell

even dreamed of this shit?

Now we're just gonna give it

to him? Then what?

He's gonna put it

in the fucking safe, type,

and give us

some fucking gift cards?

- It's that easy?

- Bush knew about this dude.

"Exclusive," remember?

Bush heard about him.

Fucking Toriano's

how all this started.

No, us not walking away

is how this started.

Look, Ray, I get it.

None of this shit makes any sense.

It ain't like anything

we've ever known.

But ain't no plan B I can see.

They shut down the island.

We can't run around with

100 pounds of stained cash.

He puts this money in some

accounts somewhere far from here,

and then we figure out

how to get to it later.

Ray, put it down.

[breathing heavily]

You fuck us,

and I will fucking bury you

where you stand.

I need a fucking scotch.

I'll pour us both one.

[officer] We got a match.

We got a hit.

Bush is at the club.

Positive ID on Toriano Bush

at the Pan-Am.

Closest units,

converge on the Pan-Am Lounge.

Toriano Bush inside.

- Stay on the exits.

- [siren wailing]

Nobody enters until I get there.

[salsa music playing]

[Bush]

No, no! Listen to me, baby.

[speaking Spanish]

Police! Drop it!

- Bush!

- [sergeant 1] Get the fuck back!

- Hey, get the fuck back!

- I'm an EMT.

I don't give a shit!

Get the fuck back!

[sirens blaring]

[Burns] Out of the way.

Get out of the way!

[Andre]

Watch it, watch it, watch it.

Move, move, move!

[phone ringing]

[line ringing]

Come on, Andre.

Answer your fucking phone.

[sobbing, chattering]

What the fuck is this?

[Andre] Hey!

- Didn't I say wait?

- [sergeant 2] We disobeyed.

- You disobeyed?

- He didn't kill one of your brothers.

So fuck if I'm gonna

let him get away with...

What are you, fucking stupid?

He didn't kill anybody!

He could have led us

to the two who did!

[phone ringing]

[waitress crying]

[sergeant 1] We yelled.

He pulled. We shot.

End of story.

One down, two to go.

[waitress]

That's fucking bullshit!

[sergeant 1] Says the side piece

of a man who helped

fucking cop killers!

[sergeant 2] How many drinks

you have tonight?

Hey, don't do

what you're doing right now.

Get your fucking hands off me.

[waitress] No!

What? What?

[sergeant 1] Officer,

get them the fuck out of here. Let's go.

You said Bush pulled.

Pulled what?

A fucking .38?

The other two got suppressed

submachine guns,

and Bush was carrying a piece you only

ever see in a meth addict's glove box...

or a fat cop's ankle holster.

[sergeant 1] Hey, whoa, whoa.

[Andre] Who was that, LMSI?

Nanny. Sorry.

My little girl's...

Is everything all right?

No, but we'll be fine.

What the fuck is going on here?

That's what I'm trying

to figure out.

[sirens blaring in distance]

Bahamas is right

for your skin color.

You'll go via Miami.

Three hundred twenty-six

is short.

[man] The rest is cash.

You are now Christopher James.

And, Ray, your new name

is William Simpson.

Take separate buses to Miami.

There's a man named Swift

in Little Havana.

He runs a bar at the corner

of Flagler and 27th Street.

He also sells passports.

They'll be under your new names.

Then you will pay cash

for a charter boat to Nassau.

There is a ski boot bag

and backpack behind that door.

I'll put 15 in each...

[loud banging on door]

[Ray] What was that?

It's exactly

what it sounds like.

Whoever is at my door,

you wait and you think.

NYPD! Open up!

What precinct are you from?

Because I'll have your fucking...

[gunfire]

[screams]

[groans]

[Ray] Going in!

[gunfire continues]

[screaming]

[moans] Fuck!

[chattering]

You two

better not have fucked up.

Are we good?

Is this my case, Captain?

This is all hands on deck,

but you're lead.

Someone should tell them.

Look, they're angry.

They're in pain.

Butchco and his wife were

close with Jennifer Montgomery.

She didn't make it.

They just pulled the plug.

[officer over radio]

10-13, we need backup!

This is Kelly!

We're on Ninth and 13th,

shots fired! 10-13!

Ninth and 13th! Suspects

Trujillo and Jackson here!

[chattering]

How the fuck

did Kelly find them?

[siren wailing]

[yells]

I can't see anything.

I can't fucking see.

We didn't fuck you over, man.

I swear.

[officer] Put those guns in your

mouths, you motherfuckers!

[muttering]

Fucking 8-5.

What?

[officer 2]

Throw your guns down,

you motherfuckers!

It's his thumb drives.

The thumb drives!

[gunfire continues]

[glass shattering]

What is it?

- "Coolhand."

- Huh?

"Coolhand," one word, lowercase.

[officer] Get the shotgun.

Get the shotgun!

We gotta fucking move.

[shotgun firing]

[gunshot]

[exhales]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[officer over radio] All units,

suspects are 90Z on foot!

- Right there. Don't call it in.

- Vicinity of Ninth and 13th.

They're ours.

[chattering]

[grunts]

We gotta split up.

We're too easy to track

if we're together.

No. No way, man. You need help.

Head down, eyes up.

[Ray grunts]

[panting]

I'll see you in Miami.

[Ray grunts]

[panting]

[grunting]

[screams]

Go!

Okay.

[phone ringing]

[panting]

[wheezing]

[panting continues]

[chokes, spits]

[wheezing]

He ain't like me.

Mike.

He ain't like me.

[panting]

[both grunt]

[both struggling]

[panting]

Is Ray dead?

I hope so.

[Andre] Michael?

Is he dead?

[Andre] Yes.

[Michael] Stop walking.

[Burns]

You got a clear shot. Take it.

Don't worry about me.

[both panting]

You got lucky.

[Andre] Yeah.

Luckier than the civilian

he just murdered.

Add that to the list of cops.

How many bodies stacked up

against you now that Ray is dead?

- Don't try and get into my head, okay?

- Simple truths, Michael.

And don't use my name!

Take the shot!

[Michael] Stop fucking walking!

I think most of this mess

is his.

But you're balls-deep

in it now, Michael.

For guys like Ray,

I'm natural causes.

But what about you?

Fuck you know

about guys like Ray, huh?

Fuck you know

about guys like me?

[Andre] Saw your records.

Marine. Tried to follow in your brother's

footsteps after he got sent home in a box.

But you...

dishonorably discharged.

Insubordination.

I get it.

Some of us are killers, Michael.

But you, I think the last thing you

want is to take a life for no reason.

And how you know that, huh?

Because you would have

killed her by now.

Shoot him!

- [Andre] No!

- Fucking shoot him!

Michael wants to talk.

So, come on, Michael.

Let's talk.

He wants to talk, tell him to do it

without a gun to my fucking head, Andre.

Burns, be cool.

This is fucking cool.

Just give me a second here.

None of this shit

makes any sense.

The manager at the spot we hit,

he knew the cops were coming.

It's called a silent alarm.

No. He checked his watch

before it all happened.

And the first four

came peacefully.

I mean, one fucking knocked with his

knuckles like a Jehovah's Witness,

not with the side of his hand

like a fucking cop.

Andre, for the love of Christ,

are you really gonna entertain this shit?

Three hundred keys, pure.

I mean, what the fuck?

This whole thing is filthy.

You can't move that type of weight

around without cartels or cops or both.

And the cops shot

the Cleaner upstairs,

fired right through

the peephole, no warning.

They were there

for more than just us.

And right before we left,

the Cleaner gave me thumb drives.

Gave what?

Drives.

USBs and shit.

- What's on them?

- [Burns] Andre.

All he said was "8-5."

Cop-killing piece of shit!

- There's no fucking...

- Burns, stop! Stop!

Michael, look at me.

- Don't fuck with me!

- [Andre] Nobody's fucking with you.

But facts: You shoot her,

I'm gonna kill you in the same breath.

And everything you think you

know or may have means nothing.

So drop your weapon,

and let's take a look at the drives.

No. No, I can't do that.

- Michael, I need you to trust me.

- I don't trust anybody!

You have no choice.

You're not gonna escape to some island

somewhere, even after they open this one.

You're smart enough

to know that.

I am, huh?

The world's just gonna

keep closing in on you.

But you can survive this if you

just give yourself up to me.

No! Michael!

No!

[panting]

Are you okay?

What the fuck are you doing?

[siren wailing]

- [radio beeps]

- This is Davis.

Lock down everything

in a seven-block radius

from Weichsel Beef's

center of the circle.

Positive ID on Michael Trujillo

leaving there 90 seconds ago.

Trujillo has information

vital to this case.

He must be brought in alive.

- Let me see.

- I'm fine.

Yeah, you look it.

I wanna know

what's on those drives.

[officer over radio] Central, advise the

units that are 84 to set up a perimeter

from West 12th Street to West 19th

and from Eighth Avenue to the water.

No one in or out.

[sirens wailing]

[chattering]

[police radio chatter]

[man laughing]

What? Can you believe that?

Disgusting. It's disgusting.

[desk clerk] And the pool

is on the 26th floor.

[elevator dings]

- [grunts]

- [Michael] Shh!

I won't hurt you

if you stay quiet.

You got it?

Nod.

[man] Shit. Fuck.

[Michael panting]

What's the password?

Um...

"Eightclap1."

Gotta spell the word "eight."

One is the number.

One word?

Mm-hmm.

Close your eyes.

[panting]

[police radio chatter]

Why didn't you shoot him?

They told me you were fearless.

The guy who kills cop killers.

I just need the truth,

that's all.

You believe a cop killer?

Good work, Kelly. Get some rest.

You took down

one vicious son of a bitch.

Yeah, not before he killed

an innocent civilian.

World's a better place

with that guy gone.

You seen his record?

Glanced at it.

I knew I had the right guy

for this.

All hands on deck, right?

It was your boys who smoked

them out of this apartment.

How did Lieutenant Kelly

even get here so quick?

[Antoine]

Look at this fucking mess.

- You still got one guy on the run, right?

- Yeah.

It's 4:37 a.m.

You've got less than an hour

before I gotta open the island.

You haven't gotten him by then,

we're all eating shit for breakfast.

Don't worry about

the other perp.

Andre put that motherfucker

in a seven-block box.

He's on borrowed time.

[reporter on TV] Michael

Trujillo is still at large,

but police believe he is surrounded

somewhere inside the Meatpacking District.

The mayor's office

has praised NYPD officers

for the progress

they've made in this manhunt.

Deputy Mayor Antoine Mott

had this to say

in a press briefing

just moments ago.

[Antoine on TV] Mayor Drum cut

short his trade mission to the EU

and is already on a plane home

from Brussels.

Asked me to pass along his gratitude

to the citizens of this city.

"World's greatest," his words.

Without your patience

and assistance,

and, I'll add, the boldness

of Mayor Drum's idea

to close Manhattan

in the first place,

we wouldn't have already neutralized

two of the three men responsible

for the ambush at Mosto's

that claimed the lives

of eight of our finest

from the 85th Precinct

last night.

A gunman identified as

Raymond Jackson

and his accomplice,

Toriano Bush,

both died resisting arrest in

the early hours of this morning.

Both men were armed

and dangerous.

Our brave officers

at the 85th Precinct...

Eighty-fifth.

"Eight-five."

We believe

we have the third man,

Michael Trujillo,

within our grasp.

Eighty-five.

We ask all residents

to shelter in place

while we apprehend Trujillo and

hold him accountable for his crimes.

Badge numbers.

Every number's a cop.

[breathing heavily]

[muffled shouting]

Help! Help! Help!

[officer] Could I speak to the

director of security, please?

I'm sorry, Officer,

just one moment.

Reception.

What?

Sir, you can't be back here.

[Burns] Where are we going?

[Andre]

We gotta bring him in alive.

[officer on radio] ...assault at the

Parallax Hotel. Sounds like Trujillo.

Direction of flight was

through the kitchen at rear.

That's 13th Street. Lock him in.

Nobody approach him! He's mine!

[officer] Sir, stop.

Hold it right there!

Show me your hands!

[gunshots]

[siren wailing]

[Andre] Take the car!

Cut him off on the other side!

[panting]

[siren approaching]

[both grunt]

[tires screeching]

[Andre] Don't shoot!

[panting]

[horn honking]

[helicopter approaching]

[siren wailing]

[horns honking]

[brakes squealing]

[helicopter whirring]

- [officer] Trujillo! Drop your weapon!

- [gunshots]

[officer on megaphone] Police.

Stop, drop on the ground.

[gunfire]

- [Michael grunts]

- [woman grunts]

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

[indistinct announcement

over PA]

[man grunts]

- [man grunts]

- [woman grunts]

[sirens wailing]

[grunts]

[panting]

[chattering]

[panting]

[police radio chatter]

Police.

Police, don't move,

don't move, don't move.

Clear the doorway.

NYPD. Take cover.

Clear! Clear!

Come on, clear!

Police. Clear, clear.

Out of the way. NYPD.

Take cover.

Move. Move. Move.

Clear. Clear. Clear.

Drop it!

You're the only cop tonight who

speaks first and shoots second.

It's fucking morning,

and you killed eight of us.

Not all eight were clean.

Who cares?

You do.

How do you know

I'm any different?

Because you would have

shot me by now.

Where are those drives

we were talking about?

I stashed them.

Okay.

Give them to me,

and I'll keep you alive.

No.

You want the drives,

you let me go.

If you don't walk out with me,

you'll be carried out by others.

Michael, your only hope

is to tell the truth,

pray to God for forgiveness,

and make peace with the fact

that you may die in prison.

Shooting you sounds

a whole lot better right now.

You don't want my face

and this dirty subway

to be the last things

you ever see.

If I die, you'll never find

out what's on those drives.

I may not find the drives,

but I will find out

why tonight happened.

But could you prove it?

I only have to prove it

to myself.

Come on, Michael.

[exhales]

Come on.

Okay.

[groans]

[Andre] Cease fire!

Cease fire!

What the fuck?

What the fuck, man?

He was surrendering.

He was giving himself up.

He was gonna shoot you.

You didn't see the gun down?

You didn't fucking see

the gun down?

I thought he was gonna shoot.

[Burns] Central, this is homicide 4-3.

Do you copy?

Central, do you copy?

Be advised, we have shots

fired on the 6 train

coming into Grand Central.

Suspect is down.

"Coolhand."

[Burns] Do you copy?

Central?

"Coolhand."

[Burns] Central, do you copy?

Central?

Central, advise if you receive

my transmission.

Shit.

[panting]

[no audible dialogue]

[Antoine] Is he gone?

What do you think?

I think they called

the right man for the job.

Hey. Good job.

You did great work.

Way to go. Well done.

Congratulations, Detective.

Thank you, sir.

- Amazing.

- Thanks, guys.

Hey.

[Burns] What's up?

- This fucking thing is dead.

- [chuckles] Oh.

Can I borrow yours?

Yeah, of course.

- I'll bring it right back.

- Sure.

Good work, Detective.

Great job, Burns.

Thanks, Kelly.

- How's the hand?

- Okay.

[no audible dialogue]

Okay. Yes, ma'am.

Voice mail.

Shit.

It's been a long night.

You get some rest.

Yeah, you too.

Go hug that daughter of yours.

[reporter 1] Manhattan

reopened at 7:05 this morning

after a night of carnage that

saw eight police officers...

[reporter 2] ...into and out of

Manhattan were closed last night.

[reporter 3] ...personally oversee the

successful conclusion of the manhunt...

[reporter 4]

...flooded by the NYPD

in what looked and felt like

a military invasion.

[McKenna] What's up?

[sighs] Goddammit.

Okay, all right, calm down.

Just come over to my place.

Yeah.

I understand.

We'll figure something out.

Just...

I gotta go.

I got a visitor.

Put your gun down here.

Who was on the phone?

My wife.

She's a nurse.

Shift just started.

And that's the story

of all married life.

Guy that owned Mosto's

was your partner.

Mosto's was your vault.

The 8-5 was armored security, moving

drugs around the city in NYPD vehicles.

Last night was just fucking

bad luck on every level.

A rival hits Mosto's at the same time

your boys drop by to move a load of coke,

run into men

with training, die, badly.

Those men with training escape,

sell the drugs and clean the money,

coincidentally with

the same launderer you use.

And you scorch earth

trying to cover it all up.

[inhales]

You're really good.

Not good enough.

Not all the cops killed

last night were a part of it.

Clean or dirty,

they're all dead 'cause of you.

So you know,

this is not about Cadillacs and

fucking Rolexes, material bullshit.

Not for me.

Not for most of my guys.

It's about having a life.

My first month running the 8-5,

I went to two of my cops' funerals.

First one went 60 miles an

hour into a bridge abutment.

His blood alcohol was .25.

Second guy

drank himself to death too.

Cirrhosis.

Three of my cops

had their homes foreclosed on.

Another guy lost his apartment.

Shitty landlord

doubled the rent.

The divorce rate in the 8-5

was over 70%.

This is about my cops

staying married,

raising their kids,

not having to spend four hours

a day sitting in traffic,

crawling to and from a city

they can't afford to live in,

a city that actively

fucking dislikes them.

But a city that they protect...

with their lives

every fucking day.

That's what this is about.

I'll tell you what, anybody tells you

money can't buy happiness is full of shit.

And the 8-5 is proof.

Frankie Burns is proof.

Did you put her on this just to

make sure I did your bidding?

I put her on this 'cause she

might be as good as you.

And she's got everything

to lose.

Three guys murdered my father.

He took two with him.

But the third,

he hit my dad so many times he

broke every bone in his face.

That's why we had to have

a closed casket.

Guy told the judge...

he didn't even remember

doing it.

He was so jacked, so...

so high on cocaine

and angel dust.

The drugs

have always been there.

And they always will be.

And people will always die

because of them.

That blood, that blood

cannot be on the badge.

You can't prove where

those flash drives came from.

And nobody is gonna

take the stand against me.

So if you go down this road,

Andre, you're on your own.

You'll be looking over your

shoulder the rest of your life.

- I know.

- [car door closing]

[car door closing]

Or you could just look

the other way.

I'd rather

look the devil in the eye.

[grunts]

[floor creaking]

[McKenna inhales]

[panting]

[Andre] I get you?

You wouldn't ask

if you didn't know.

Hurts like a motherfucker,

right?

I'll live.

You can if you give yourself up.

It's the only choice

available to you right now.

Maybe.

[panting]

[McKenna groaning]

[McKenna breathing heavily]

Don't do it.

He's gone.

It's over.

So put your gun down.

I'm gonna turn around

and face you, Burns.

No.

I'm gonna turn around.

[inhales] I have the drives.

I copied them.

They're already

out in the world.

[sirens wailing in distance]

You're going down, Burns.

Every dirty cop in the 8-5

is going down.

You pull that trigger,

you get life.

Your daughter doesn't need to

grow up without her mother.

[exhales]

Badge too.

[handcuffs jangling]

[sirens wailing]

[tires screeching]

[police radio chatter]

21 Bridges (2019) - full transcript