CODE BLUE A DRAMA ABOUT POLICE RACISM AND PROFILING

Code Blue

INT. CAFÉ - NIGHT

A hippie trendy café. A couple of pretty GIRLS, work behind the counter. Busy making
drinks. HANK, 38, a handsome African American dressed in a smart suit looks dead on
his feet, totally exhausted. He's next to be served.

HANK: Coffee black. Large. To go.

The pretty girl taking his order gives him a sideways look.

PRETTY GIRL: You don't look so great. Sorry to say.

He nods. Checks his watch.

HANK: I've been awake about 18 hours now. I've just got off the phone to my mother
who wants to divorce my dad. And before that I was texting with my dad who only
yesterday broke his arm climbing up a set of ladders, he's 78 years old. And now I'm on
my way back to the office.

PRETTY GIRL: Did you forget something there? At the office?

He shakes his head.

HANK: Starting off my next shift actually. Overtime. We're short staffed again. What a
shock.

PRETTY GIRL: A short shift? Quick in and out.

HANK: Twelve hours actually.

She puffs out her cheeks.

PRETTY GIRL: That's rough man, I think you're going to need more than this coffee to
get you through that.
HANK: Well, that's all I've got. There isn't much else. So the plan is simply coffee and
sugar, injected directly into my veins.

PRETTY GIRL: That doesn't sound very healthy.

HANK: It's not and I should know better.

PRETTY GIRL: Well I hope it goes quick for you.

HANK: It's not going to. Honestly, I don't think today can get any worse.

EXT. CITY STREET - DAY

Hank, coffee in hand rummages through his pockets pulling out a set of keys. He
approached a red sports car.

He clumsily drops the keys.

HANK: God damnit.

Two white uniformed POLICE OFFICERS approach Hank from behind. The first is big
and mean looking, the second looks like he might start throwing up at any second.

OFFICER ONE: Excuse me sir, is this your car?

Hank turns around to face them, surprised.

HANK: Excuse me?

OFFICER ONE: I asked if this was your car.

HANK: Yes, it is officer.

OFFICER ONE I’m going to have to see some evidence that proves that. We’ve had a
lot of break-ins around here recently.

HANK: Am I being treated as a suspicious person? Standing here with my coffee? In

HANK; Oh, and someone like me shouldn’t be able to afford a car like that you mean?
Someone like me shouldn’t be driving a car like that?

OFFICER ONE: Sir. I’m going to have to see some evidence that you are the owner of
this vehicle.

HANK: My pleasure.

Hank picks up and dangles his car keys at the police officers. He then goes to open the
car door but then abruptly stops.

OFFICER ONE: (shouting)stop. Let me see your hands!

The first officer screams, pulling out his gun and taking aim at Hank’s head. Hank spins
around to face them, holding his hands up. The first officer has his finger on the
trigger, though the second officer beside him is just standing there, sweating and
looking ill.

Hank switches between the two of them.

HANK: Your friend beside you doesn’t look too good. The first officer glances at his
friend, nudges him.

OFFICER ONE: (hissing) Will you get your act together? Get your gun out.

The second officer slowly removes his gun, but doesn’t take aim, just holds it down by
his side.

OFFICER TWO: I don’t feel right.

HANK: Describe your symptoms to me.

OFFICER ONE: Hey! You’re talking to me right now.

HANK: Your friend could be in real trouble.

OFFICER ONE: The only one here in real trouble is you.

HANK: Tell me about your symptoms.

OFFICER TWO: My chest has felt heavy for a couple of days now. It's really heavy.

OFFICER ONE: Don’t say another thing to him.

HANK: And the sweating? Is this normal for you?

The second officer wipes some sweat from his forehead.

OFFICER TWO: No. Not normal.

HANK: Keep going.

OFFICER TWO: I’ve got this weird pain in my arms.

HANK: Anywhere else. Your jaw? Neck? Back? Stomach?

OFFICER TWO: My jaw.

The first officer gives another hard nudge to the second.

OFFICER ONE: What are you doing? We’re arresting him, not flirting with him.

HANK: I’m a doctor.

OFFICER ONE: The hell you are.

HANK: Never met a black doctor before?

OFFICER ONE: No. Plenty of Indian ones. Never black. But I’m good at spotting
bullshit and you’re full of it.

HANK: I’m a doctor. I have my bag in my car. I can help your friend.

OFFICER ONE: He doesn’t need your help.

HANK: Oh yes, he does. And he needs yours too. Call him an ambulance.

OFFICER ONE: Shut the hell up.

OFFICER ONE: He’s not a doctor.

HANK: Shortness of breath?

OFFICER TWO: Yes.

HANK: Dizziness?

OFFICER TWO: Yes.

HANK: Feel like you might be sick?

OFFICER TWO: Yes.

HANK: You’re on your way to having a massive heart attack. Fear and panic fill the
second police officer.

OFFICER TWO: No.

OFFICER ONE: He’s lying.

Hank goes to open his car door.

OFFICER ONE (CONT'D): You make another stupid move like that and I’m opening
fire. Last warning. I want to see your hands at all times. You move when I say you can
move.

Hank turns slowly back.

HANK: You need to call him an ambulance.

OFFICER ONE: And you need to provide me with some evidence that this is your car.

HANK: Forget the car, we’ve got a medical emergency on our hands.

OFFICER ONE: Oh, you’d like us to forget about this car wouldn’t you.

HANK: Yes.

OFFICER ONE: Put your hands in the air.

HANK: I’m a doctor. And your friend is having a heart attack.

OFFICER ONE: And where did you get your medical license? Facebook?

HANK: If he dies. It’ll be on you.

OFFICER ONE: Don’t you dare threaten me.

HANK: I have my medical bag in my car. I can help him. He needs to sit down and
stay calm.

OFFICER ONE: You move, I shoot.

HANK: If I do nothing, he’s dead.

OFFICER ONE: I’m calling for backup.

HANK: Good, tell them to bring an ambulance with them.

OFFICER ONE: A real comedian.

A friend of Hank walked and saw Hank having an argument with a police
officer. He approached them.

Hank slowly turns back to his car. Uses the keys to open the car door.

HANK: I’m getting my bag.

OFFICER ONE: Get your hands where I can see them!

HANK: I'm a doctor, I have to help him.

OFFICER ONE: Hands!

HANK: No!

OFFICER ONE: Your hands now!

OFFICER ONE: Hands!

HANK: My bag.

OFFICER ONE: I will shoot!

Hank’s Friend: Hey, oh my god! why did you shot him? and I'm gonna call her mom.
(crying)

Hank’s Mom: What?? Oh God! Okay, I'm coming (crying)

Hank's Friend: (You'll pay for this officer. (crying)

Narrator: (While Hank's friend waiting for Hank's mother to arrive, the officers called
their colleagues for assistance with the incident.)

OFFICER TWO: Hello mate, something bad happened. Officer One shot a civilian
(panicking)

Officer Three: What? Where are you right now? We'll be there.

OFFICER TWO: We're here at our favorite coffee shop where we always hang out.

OFFICER THREE: Copy sir, we'll be there as soon as possible.

OFFICER THREE: Hey, mate! I got a news from our colleague

Officer FOUR: Sir? What happened?

OFFICER THREE: Come with me, they need back up!

OFFICER FOUR: copy, Sir

Narrator: (When the police officer arrived, they immediately attended to him and
asked the police officer who shot the civilian and how did it happen)
OFFICER THREE: Sir, what happened? why did you shoot a civilian?

Officer One: He resisted when I was about to cuff him.

Narrator: (And they conduct an investigation.)

(After 10 minutes, Hank's Mom arrived)

Hank's Mom: SON?! Hey, wake up! sonnnn!!

Hank's Mom: Why did you do this to my son? You'll pay for this, I promise! (crying
loud)

Hank's Mom: I assure you, officers. you will be suspended and face consequences.

Narrator: A week later, Hank's loved ones held a protest at the municipal hall, seeking
justice for Hank's death

Narrator: "Welcome to a world where equality and justice are not guaranteed. Today,
we gather to protest the senseless killing of Hank, a young man with a black skin."

Protest Leader: "We stand here today to demand justice for Hank! His life was taken
away, and his family and friends are left with nothing but questions and pain. We will
not be silenced! We will not be ignored! Justice for Hank!

Reporter: Good morning, here's the news today! As you can see, A lot of protesters
are here to demand Justice for Hank,

"Can you tell me more about the circumstances surrounding Hank's death? And what
are your relation to Hank?"

Protest1: "Hank is a black man who was shot and killed by a police officer. The officer
claimed it was a mistake, but we know the truth. Hank was killed because of the color
of his skin." Justice for Hank!

Reporter: In your opinion, what do you think should be done to those responsible for
Hank's death?
Protestant (Hank's Mom): They should be dismissed from service, because they're
destroying the reputation of good police officers. Justice for Hank.

Reporter: "What do you hope to achieve with this protest?"

Protestant2: "We want justice for Hank and his family. We want to bring attention to
the systemic racism that plagues our society. Justice for Hank

Reporter: And how about you?

Protestants3: "We will not forget Hank. We will not forget the struggles of our
community. We will continue to fight for justice, for equality, and for a world where
everyone is treated with dignity and respect."

All Protestants: Justice for Hank!

Narrator: "Hank's family and community finally found peace. The officers responsible
were held accountable, their badges revoked, and justice was served.