#FreeRayshawn s01e02 Episode Script

You driving that F-150 outside? Get your ass out here! Huh? Outside! I don't wanna shoot you.
Just tell me.
Are you the driver? Take the bag! Take it.
- Get down here! - Come on, Ray-Ray.
Come on.
- Open the door! - Push.
Push the door.
Easy does it, Poincy.
Easy does it.
Easy does it.
Okay.
Don't worry, little man.
I'm gonna take care of you, okay? You just gotta listen to me.
Just do as Daddy says, okay? Once more.
- Come on.
Come on.
Let's go.
- Outside.
Go.
- Hey, what's up, man? - Hey.
Hey.
Don't worry.
You know you only get a little time to play your game? Listen.
I want you to get your headphones and play for as long as you want, okay? Go into the back room.
You stay quiet.
Go with Mommy.
Come on.
Come on! Come on! Let's go! Go.
Everybody, move! Let's go! Move! Move! Move it! Fuck out of my house! Get the fuck outta here right now! - Get the fuck out! - Seriously? Get out of here! Go! Hey.
Stay away from the window.
Move your ass down the hallway! Go! Open up! Fuck you! - Get in there.
- Oh, shit.
Get your hands up! Get the fuck out! - Now! - I got my fucking rights.
- Get the phone.
- Get his fucking phone.
Drop the fucking phone.
Clear! Clear! I'll explain everything, baby, but now you just gotta trust me.
Come on.
Just stay back here and be quiet.
Clear! Clear! Clear.
- It's this one, right? - Yeah, yeah.
He's in there.
He's right there.
Rayshawn.
- What's wrong, Mommy? - Keep these on.
Come on! Motherfucker! Come on! Y'all ain't coming in here! All right? I got my wife and my son in here.
Listen, motherfucker! Either you come out on your own, or I'll guarantee you SWAT's bringing your ass out in a fucking body bag, you hear me? Hit it.
Hit it again.
All right, all right, all right.
All right, clear the fucking building.
Clear out.
Let's go.
Now.
Damn.
- Come on.
Out this way.
- Come on.
Come on.
Hurry up.
Move it.
Come on, you serious? According to Narcotics, we have already inside the building a 2730 on an officer.
Black male, 20s, dark clothes.
I may or may not have encountered the individual in the elevator.
If that is the case, that young man has black pants, white T-shirt, and a gold Gene's Po-Boy restaurant shirt.
He was with a young black female, 18 to 25 years old, and a young black child, male, approximately five years old.
10-4.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things that I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things that I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
Amen.
Calm down.
Just calm down.
To my all followers: anyone picking this up, I'm at 108 O.
C.
Haley, unit 403.
I'm in here with my wife and my five-year-old son.
My family My family is about to be attacked by the police.
Now, listen.
If you're in the area, I need you to get a phone.
Record, post, share.
Okay? Don't let my family turn out like Mike Brown or Tamir Rice.
Please.
I got to get this to the news.
- Hey, that's Rayshawn.
- He's right here streaming.
I just know he's up there.
Can you believe this? See this? They threatened my family.
They tried to break down my door, and now they have my apartment surrounded.
Look at these motherfuckers.
These motherfuckers is trying to kill me.
- Ray-Ray! - Daddy? What is it, Daddy? - Hey, get back in the room! - Gun! Stop firing! Stop firing!