In the lobby of the Hampton Inn, Cross grabs Nicole by the arm.
Cross: Look, I'm getting sick of asking the same fuckin questions over and over again. You know something, girl, so spill.
Nicole: I told you before, my friend and I didn't see anybody with a gun. We were in our hotel room when the fucking--
Cross rolls his eyes and shakes his head in annoyance, before he backhands Nicole, knocking her into the wall as she falls to the floor.
Cross: Stop with the fucking lies!
Nicole spits out blood, before Lori shouts.
Lori: No! Leave her alone!
Ford hits Lori in the temple with the butt of his pistol, knocking her down and drawing blood to her temple.
Ford: Shut your fucking mouth, bitch!
Gibbons pushes Kyle against the wall.
Gibbons: Fucking stay on the wall. Don't you fucking move.
Ford grabs A.J by the chin and forces him to look at Lori.
Ford: What are you looking away for, bro? You don't like seeing girls get beaten? Well, if you had fuckin cooperated, this shit wouldn't happen, so you're watching this.
Cross: You see that? You see that, girl?
As Nicole stands back up, Cross grabs Nicole by her lower chin with his right hand, forcing her to look at her bloodied friend.
Cross: That's your fault right there, bitch. Look at it! You don't talk, you don't fucking cooperate, Imma make her ass pay for it!
A dazed Lori struggles to stand up as Ford continues to yell at her.
Ford: Get your ass up now!
As Cross releases her face, Nicole sheds a tear at the sight of Lori bleeding and lying on the ground.
Dawson and Morgan return to the front of the Hampton Inn Hotel, when two other officers approach Dawson, blocking her way.
White Marsh Police Officer # 8: At ease, ma'am. Why don't you let BCPD handle the rest of this?
Dawson gives a compelling look while in the Hampton Inn Hotel lobby, Cross speaks to Ford, pointing at A.J.
Cross: Barbie's Black Ken. I want this boy.
Ford: He was with the other two dipshits from 410.
Cross: That bald motherfucker with the glasses and that mexican?
Ford: Yep.
Morgan returns as Cross whispers to Ford.
Cross:(quietly) A'ight. This nigga might be our squealer, so let's get him to confess, place these him, the other asshole and these two bitches under arrest and then bounce up out this motherfucker.
Ford: All right. Let's do it.
Ford steps forward, but Cross speaks.
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Tales of Baltimore (2020)
Ficção GeralIn 2015, during the riots and protests of Baltimore city, police and National guardsmen respond to an apparent shooter in a White Marsh hotel, resulting in a vicious crime being committed amongst several of the occupants of the hotel. R for Strong B...
