America is an irradiated wasteland.
Within it lies a city.
Outside the boundary walls, a desert.
A cursed earth.
Inside the walls, a cursed city,
stretching from Boston to Washington DC.
An unbroken, concrete landscape.
800 million people living in the ruin of the old world,
and the mega structures of the new one.
Mega-Blocks, Mega-Highways.
Mega-City One.
Convulsing, choking.
Breaking under its own weight.
Citizens in fear of the street.
The gun, the gang.
Only one thing fighting for order in the chaos.
The men and women of the Hall of Justice.
Juries.
Executioners.
Judges.
Shots fired. - Request areal surveillance.
I have a control drone flagging three perps.
Responders needed in sub sector 20, fly over five.
We have a positive ID on three suspects, wanted on multiple counts.
Any judges, please respond.
Dredd to Control, in pursuit of vehicle, sector 13.
Driving erratic, suspects are under the influence of narcotics.
What? - I said we got a judge on our tail!
Take him out or we're dead fucking meat!
Fuck!
Do you require backup? - No.
Fucker!
Die!
Judges, motherfuckers!
Be advised, we have lost visual.
Control, perps just wiped out an innocent, I'm taking them down.
Bike, activate crowd control. - Activated.
Citizens be calm, step back from the crime scene.
Interference with a crime scene carries an
automatic five year sentence in the iso-cubes.
Fucking get out of here!
Control, paramedics to my GPS, multiple wounded,
and bodies for recyc. - Copy Dredd.
Shut the fuck up.
Let's talk. - About what, judge?
Release the hostage, unharmed,
and I guarantee you a sentence, life in an iso-cube, without parole.
Life without parole? That's a deal you're offering?
Only if you comply.
Your crimes include multiple homicide and the attempt of murder of a judge.
If you do not comply, the sentence is death.
You aren't a very good negotiator judge. You know why?
You got no fucking leverage!
Here's the deal, you let me walk or I'll blow her fucking brains out.
Negotiation's over.
What are you doing? Didn't you hear what I said? I'll kill the bitch!
Yeah, I heard you hot shot. - What?
I said, hot shot.
Control to Dredd, come in. Is your pursuit resolved?
Affirmative. - Report back to the Hall of Justice,
the Chief Judge wants to see you.
Thank you Judge.
The level one will reopen in 30 minutes.
Thank you for your patience.
Cassandra Anderson, 21.
Born in a Block 100 meters from the radiation boundary wall.
At age 7 she lost both parents to residual fallout cancer.
As is usual with orphans she was given a Judge Aptitude test at age 9.
It classified her as unsuitable, but she was
added under the Academy on special instruction.
In the Academy, her record was never better than border line.
The final Academy score put her 3% points below pass.
So what's she doing in the uniform?
Rookie Anderson? - Sir? - How many people are observing you?
Two. - What can you tell me about the person I'm with?
Male...
Another judge.
I can feel anger, and control.
But...
There's something else, something behind the control, something...
Almost... - OK, Anderson.
She's a mutant.
The Judges Council chosen to overlook her status.
So you will too.
She's the most powerful psychic we've ever come across by a huge margin.
The judges are loosing the war for this city.
We believe she could be a major asset.
As I said, her final score was only 3 points below a pass, it's marginal.
It's not marginal, she failed. - The girl's getting one more chance.
I want you to take her out, give her one day in the field, supervised.
See if she makes the grade.
Sink or swim, chuck her in the deep end.
It's all a deep end.
Rookie judge on assessment is likely to be involved in armed combat,
one five don't survive the first day.
You may be required to carry out on the spot executions of convicted felons.
Yes sir. - Incorrect sentencing is an automatic fail.
Disobeying a direct order from your assessment officer is an automatic fail.
Losing your primary weapon or having it taken from you is an automatic fail.
Yes sir. - You ready rookie?
I am.
You assessment starts now.
We got trouble.
They were selling external product on my level.
I warned them off with a beating a couple of weeks ago.
Guess it didn't work. - You can't deal with it yourself?
I can deal with it. - The question is whether you want to make an example of them.
Skin them, toss them over the balcony.
Hit them with a little Slo-Mo first? - Sure.
Responders in the vicinity of Peach Trees we have a report of a triple homicide.
The paramedic is on site, and is cordoning off the area.
12 serious crimes reported every minute, 17.000 per day.
We can respond to around 6%. - Which 6%?
Your show rookie, you tell me.
Peach Trees, multiple homicide. - Dredd to Control, we'll take Peach Trees.
OK rookie, what do you know about Peach Trees?
Sir, Peach Trees has 75.000 registered citizens.
It has the highest crime rate in Sector 13, unemployment rate of 96%.
More than half residential levels here are classed as slums.
Rookie, judgement?
Vagrancy, three weeks iso-cubes. But priority are murders?
Correct, don't be here when we get back.
So why do you want to be a judge? - Sir, I want to protect and serve the city,
to make a difference. - Make a difference? To a Block like this?
I was born and raised in a Block like this,
before the Justice Department took me. I know there are good people inside,
good families, just trying to get by.
Yes, I believe I can make a difference.
Admirable.
What do you got? - Three stiffs in somewhat fucked up condition.
You're based in Peach Trees? - Med centre, level 25.
You ID them? - Mostly, these 2 are registered to this Block.
And him? - I have to run his blood through DNA profiler,
if I could figure out which blood is his.
What do you make of this, rookie?
I don't know sir.
It's a burn from Slo-Mo inhaler. - Slo-Mo?
Only just hit the grid, but it's making big waves.
Makes the brain feel as if time is passing at 1% its normal speed.
Guess it felt like a long way down.
Positive on your ID's. All shown convictions for possession of narcotics.
Transmitting data now.
Small time perps, junkies, no know gang affiliation. What's your analysis?
Drugged, skinned, displayed in public.
I think it's a punishment killing, someone's trying to send a message.
Yeah, don't fuck with the Ma-Ma clan.
Ma-Ma clan?
We have her on record from her whoring days.
Picture's pretty old, but that's her.
Madeline Madrigal, aka Ma-Ma.
Ex hooker from the S-9 pleasure district.
Quit working when she got sliced up by her pimp.
She got her own back. Block legend says she feminizied the guy with her teeth.
Took over his business interests and never looked back.
Anyone else, you'd say I was bullshitting, right?
Not with Ma-Ma, her trademark is violence.
Not so long ago, there were 3 main gangs hustling for control of Peach Trees.
Kings, the Wet Dragons, the Judged.
Then Ma-Ma arrived.
She took over the top floor of the Block and started working her way down.
Nine months later, she had control of everything.
Levels 1 to 200, all hers.
How did she get away with it? - You know how often we get a judge
up in Peach Trees?
Well you got one now.
The victims are registered to apartments on level 39,
likely killed over turf issue. So, perps will be in the vicinity.
Rookie?
Find out where the clan operate on this level and hit it hard.
That would be here.
I take it this is your first time in non-simmed combat? - Yes sir.
I've been wondering when you'd remember you left your helmet behind.
Sir a helmet can interfere with my psychic abilities.
I think a bullet might interfere with them more.
You ready? - Yes sir.
You don't look ready. - Just adrenaline, sir.
Rookie?
Anderson, judgement?
Crime: possession and use of controlled substances.
Sentence: 2 years, iso-cubes.
Don't tell me, tell Control.
Anderson to Control.
Requesting meat wagon to Peach Tree, level 39,
we have 4 bodies for recyc, and 8 live waiting iso-cubes.
Copy that, meat wagon in bound.
Alright, let's get them cuffed.
Move, up!
Sir, this one's a gang member, he...
Sir, it's him. - Him who?
The man who murdered the people in the atrium.
You sure?
99%.
Can't execute a perp on 99%.
Saved me a lot of paperwork if you'd just confess right now.
We'll take him in.
See how he holds up after a few hours of interrogation.
Oh shit!
Judges! No, no, no...
Caleb, there's a problem on level 39.
The judges hit the distribution point, shot
the place up, took out the few of the boys.
So what, we're over due a bust, it's the judges showing
their faces, reminding the citizens they exist.
They picked up Kay. - Executed?
Interrogation, they're taking him in right now.
Fuck. - If Kay talks...
If they're taking him in, he'll talk. - Ma...
What are you gonna do?
That one's still breathing.
Control room is secure.
Order is in. You're good to go.
Sector control.
Sector control, this is Peach Tree's control,
I just want to check you were notified about the defcon system's test today?
Copy that, Peach Tree I do not have you down for defcon test.
We must be, if you check the... - I've got nothing.
God fucking dammit Sector!
I put in the notification myself, three fucking times!
We are good to go right now! I got my supervisor breathing down my neck.
Hold fire Peach Tree, let me get on this.
OK, I put you on the system, call the emergency services
and notify to ignore your status, and run the test any time you like.
Appreciate that Sector, you just saved my ass over here.
You're welcome Peach Tree.
Sir, he's thinking about making a move for your gun.
Yeah.
He just changed his mind. - Yup.
Then, enter the passkey, you should be inside.
Security protocols accessed.
War protocol accessed.
Blast shield initiated.
Warned you, get up, you're headed for the cubes.
Stand clear of doors!
All residents remain calm!
What's going on?
Lock down complete!
You're patched in.
Peach Trees, this is Ma-Ma.
Somewhere in this Block are two judges.
I want them dead.
Until I get what I want, the Block is locked down.
All clan in every level, hunt the judges down.
Everyone else, clear the corridors and stay the
fuck out of our way until the shooting stops.
If I hear of anyone helping the judges I will
kill them and the next generation of their family.
As for the judges... - We better move.
Sit tight, or run.
Makes no difference, you're mine.
Control we have a situation developing at Peach Trees, do you copy?
Control do you copy? - My comms are down too.
Shielding must be blocking our transmissions.
We'll head for the med centre.
Call it! - Sorry? - You're on assessment rookie, call it.
Multiple armed targets, obstructed line of sight, gas grenades?
Respirators.
I advise you to hold your breath.
I want the north and the east corridor totally covered.
Sal's got the west and the south. And spread out your hardware.
Wanna have these judges back to Ma-Ma on a plate.
We're gonna have to go through them.
Stun grenade.
Let's give them the good news.
Citizens of Peach Trees, this is the law.
Disperse immediately, or we will use lethal force to clear the area.
Where's that coming from? - Over there, access corridor.
You have been warned.
You now have 20 seconds to comply.
It's you doin' the complyin' judge. There's 10 of us, only 2 of you!
Why don't you step out from behind that
doorway or we're gonna blow the fuck out of you.
10 seconds to comply. - Fuck you judge.
You got five. - Thanks for the heads up.
Please...
What are you waiting for rookie?
His crime is attempted murder of a judge, his sentence is death.
Yes sir.
Open up.
Open up!
Negative, judge. - You know what's going on out here.
We need a place we can defend. - And you better find some place else.
This is a medical facility, neutral ground.
Neutral? You're not neutral, you're choosing sides.
Peach Trees has been sealed by blast doors designed to withstand attack.
No one is getting out, no one is coming in.
And you have a clan affiliating the Block after your blood.
There are no sides, you're already dead.
Looks like the Med Centre's closed early today.
Switch weapon to silenced mode.
Our best bet now is to go covert. Conserve you ammunition,
and don't shoot unless you're gonna hit.
Sir, what about the prisoner? - Explain.
Just, under the circumstances he could be a liability.
Also a prime suspect in 3 homicides.
What do you say rookie?
Want to cut him loose? - No sir.
Get up.
Hold on.
Move.
Cathy? - Who's there? - Cathy open the door.
Clear.
Secure the woman somewhere she can't raise any alarms.
We can't.
She has a baby, asleep in the next room.
We can't secure her if we don't know when she'll be freed.
Is there a father?
He's out there, looking for us.
Say that, what you were just thinking. - No, how did you...
It's ok, go ahead.
I'm not raising any alarms.
If the men out there don't know where you are, you won't be killing them.
Go on.
There's a service elevator near here.
The sign says it's broken, but...
It works as long as you're hitting the button above level 75.
I just want you off my level, away from my family.
Kathy... - Don't thank me.
It's not for you.
I just don't want to see you again.
You won't.
This drug shifts like nothing I've ever seen.
If we play this right, we could take the whole fucking city.
The only danger is if we expand too fast.
Last few days we've added distribution to three new blocks,
pretty soon we're looking at making inroads into Sectors 9 and 15.
15 is still red territory. - Ma! You better come quick.
We got one here, maybe 11 outside the Med centre,
there's 8 in the stairway and another 5 on level 18.
They've downed 30+ and haven't even taken a scratch.
Where are they now? - I don't know,
but they seem to be moving their way up the Block.
No wait, I just picked them up, they're on level 76 west quadrant.
Do you want me to patch you back in the PA? We can get level 60-80 converging on them.
No. Can you seal them in there?
Sure, war override gives me total control of the building.
That's not good.
Full lock down, they're going nowhere.
I tried to do this clean but they wouldn't let me, so now we do it messy.
Too late, judge.
Caleb, come in. - Ma?
We got them cornered, we're taking them down right now.
We'd need oxyacetylene to cut through.
They know where we are, why aren't they coming after us?
That's what worries me.
Take him back to the main lobby. Hold position behind the elevator shaft.
It will be a good place to defend.
Where are you going?
If I don't come back and you get cornered...
You might not want to get taken alive.
Your call. - Sir.
He's right, you know.
About not want to be taken alive.
Stuff the Clan would do to a girl like you...
Nasty.
We had a girl one time, girl about your age and a...
Well, anyway.
I'm just saying, save the last bullet for yourself.
And I'll save second to last for you. - Sure.
So you're a mutant.
Most of you poor fuckers got three stumpy arms or no arms.
But, I guess you lucked out.
You fit together pretty well.
Pshychic...
It's all fucked up.
I heard about your kind.
Kinda hard to believe it's real.
Like what am I thinking about right now?
Picturing a violent sexual liaison between the two of us in a
pointless attempt to shock me.
You're good, but I wasn't trying to shock you.
If I was trying to shock you I'd be thinking about this.
What are you thinking about now?
Oh shit. - Fire!
Get back!
Concentrate fire.
High Ex!
Move!
There's no way they survived.
They're not dead until we find them dead.
Or part of them anyway.
Coms are back on.
Control, do you copy? - Copy that.
10-24 on my GPS, request immediate assistance.
Copy, 10-24, judges under fire.
Showing your location at Peach Trees, Sector 13, please confirm.
Confirmed, be advised, blast door defences have been triggered.
Can you hold your current GPS?
Negative.
If they come for us we got nowhere to go.
Copy that. Backup is on its way. Just stay alive.
We got to go back in.
Your gang locks down the whole Block.
Massacres an entire quadrant, men, women and children,
just to take out two judges.
Sound like overkill to you?
I'll tell you what I think.
I think if we executed you in a bust, Ma-Ma would have let us walk out of here.
What she doesn't want, you taken back to the Sector house.
She doesn't want you interrogated. She's afraid of you might say.
That's got me curious.
Spill it! - Fuck you!
Sir.
Sir?
If you leave it to me, he doesn't have to speak.
What are you up to, bitch?
Welcome to the inside of your head.
It's kind of empty in here.
I don't know what kind of mutant shit this is.
But if my hands weren't cuffed...
You aren't cuffed, if you don't want to be.
My head, do what I like? - Sure.
Thinking about hurting me doesn't actually hurt me.
Yeah, points to you, except...
There is that thing. - What thing is that?
That I know how to freak you the fuck out.
If you're talking about my fucked up head...
Figure that will shut you up.
I can play mind games too.
You fucking bitch! You sick fucking bitch!
We haven't even started.
Got it.
Peach Trees is the manufacturing base for all the Slo-Mo in Mega City 1.
Ma-Ma is controlling the production and distribution across the whole city.
Interesting.
Peach Trees, can I help you?
We responded to report of judges under fire from within this Block.
Judges under fire? I am unaware of any such activity.
We are actually undergoing a scheduled war defense test.
Not anymore you're not. Open the blast door, right now.
Yes sir, the problem is we've had a software
malfunction and I've lost control of the system.
We've had a fire on level 76.
You better get control fast, or I'm slapping you with an obstruction of justice charge.
Five years in the cubes, mandatory.
Will do sir, I'm on it right now. Thank you.
We have new intel about Ma-Ma, and we've managed to get a 10-24 to Control.
Parameters are shifting. What are the options Anderson?
Keep moving in attempt to avoid further detection, or find a place to defend.
Same as before, except now we know backup is inbound.
You're giving us two options, defend or hide? - Yes sir.
What about we attack? Head straight for Ma-Ma.
Is that an option? - Well, she's guilty, we're judges.
Sir, with backup inbound I think we should
wait until the odds have shifted in our favor.
Wrong answer? - You're the psychic.
Clear.
Why don't you shoot them? - What do you mean why don't I shoot them?
Why don't you?
Ok, we can do it now. - Do it. - You do it.
Shit!
Why did it have to be us who found them? Alright, come on.
Info terminal, let's check the schematics.
Freeze!
Why?
Why what?
Why should I freeze?
Because otherwise, I'll shoot you.
With safety on?
It is?
How do you want it kids? Body bags or juve cubes? Makes no difference to me.
Stun!
You're so fucked.
Now then, what am I gonna do with you? - You're going to do nothing.
All this trouble is your doing.
When you got busted you should've killed the judges, or have been killed yourself.
Instead you let yourself get taken like the dumb fuck you are.
But I...
Shut the fuck up.
I'd kill you myself, but I already lost plenty today,
I can't afford to loose more.
Sooner or later the Justice Department is gonna come through the blast doors
looking for their judges.
They'll find their bodies all shot up.
One on level 25, one in the slum,
just a bust that went wrong.
That means no torture, no raping, no skinning,
just a bunch of bullets to the head and chest.
Do you understand me? - Yes. - Do you fucking understand me? - Yes.
Ma?
He's back.
It's the other judge, he's patched himself to one of the terminals.
I think he's trying to access the PA.
Can't you stop him? - I can shut down the whole system, but...
If you let him talk I can trace which terminal he's using.
We'll know exactly where he is.
Inhabitants of Peach Trees.
This is Judge Dredd.
Let him talk.
In case you people have forgotten,
this Block operates under the same rules as the rest of the city.
Ma-Ma is not the law.
I am the law.
Ma-Ma is a common criminal.
Guilty of murder.
Guilty of manufacturing and distribution of a narcotic Slo-Mo.
And as of now, under sentence of death.
If anyone obstruct me in carrying out my duty
will be treated as an accessory to her crimes.
You have been warned.
And as for you Ma-Ma.
Judgement time.
I got him. He's only 10 levels below us,
south quad balcony, terminal 5.
Motherfucker.
Fucker still hasn't gone down.
That's not him!
Incendiary.
How the fuck are we gonna stop this guy?
Call 911.
We got a 10-24 from this Block, 2 judges under fire, requesting urgent assistance.
You're standing outside. - Block's under lock down.
Malfunction with their defense system.
Open up, now.
You're relieved.
So what do we got?
Two judges trigger a turf war. Judges die in pursuit of duty.
And perps who killed the judges? - Laid out here. - Sounds right.
Excuse me.
That's not what's happening. I've been here right from the start.
This killing is all about one gang, the Ma-Ma clan.
And from the sound of gunfire, I'd say at least one of your two judges is still alive.
You prepared to testify to that? - Sure.
One million credits.
One million? - You have a problem with a judge,
you know who he is? - No.
I do, one million.
Fine. - Kaplan, protection detail on client.
Chan, Alvarez, you're flushing him out. - You got it.
Where's the other one? The rookie? - We got her here.
Dead or alive? - Alive.
Make her dead.
You there, identify yourself.
Chan, Sector 9. - Dredd, Sector 13.
Responding to a 10-24.
Good to see you Dredd.
Likewise, you alone? - Negative.
Three man squad closing on my vector right now.
So relax, cavalry is here.
Two. - Two?
Two of us called in the 10-24.
Wondering why you didn't ask about the other one.
Lex, move it!
Choke on it, Dredd.
Choke on that.
Oh shit.
I bet you thought you'd make your family proud.
Not much chance of that now.
Now this, I always wanted one of these, this is...
You were shit out of luck when you ran into the Ma-Ma clan.
But don't feel too bad. I've seen a lot of judges in my time,
and you're just not cut out for this.
I mean, if you didn't get killed today, it was gonna be tomorrow,
or it was gonna be the day after that.
Anyway, today it is.
You got any last words, bitch?
That's funny.
I was gonna ask you that.
Bitch.
Kay is dead.
Find somewhere to hide. - Where are you going?
I've got the girl cold. I see her first, I shoot her.
She sees me first, she hesitates, then I shoot her.
What's the price for judge these days?
Million.
Split 4 ways.
3 ways now.
Suits me.
Doesn't sound like much.
To betray the law.
Betray the city.
Save that shit for the rookies.
20 years I've been on the streets.
You know what Mega City 1 is Dredd?
It's a fucking meat grinder.
People go in one end.
Meat comes out the other.
All we do, is turning the handle.
Rapid fire.
Incendiary, armor piercing.
High ex.
Motherfucker.
Two way split. - Yeah, I'd be breaking a sweat.
If you hadn't just run out of bullets.
Lower your gun rookie, I'm your backup.
Armor piercing.
Wait.
Wait?
Are you kidding me? Did you say wait?
Judge Dredd.
The Judge Dredd.
Finally gets on the wrong end of a gun, and what he says is wait.
You know what, I expected more of you.
I mean, wait for what? Wait for me to change my mind?
Wait for another 2 or 3 seconds of life cos you're
so fucking weak, you just can't stand to see it end?
No.
Wait for her to shoot you.
Ok, basic field dressing.
Reload.
Ready? - Yeah.
You look ready.
Please don't shoot! Don't shoot me! I'm not armed!
I can help you. - How?!
Ma-Ma is in her private quarters, but it's behind 10 inches of steel.
You can't get in there without the keypad combination.
I can give that to you.
We don't need your cooperation to get the combination from you.
Go. Get out of here.
Mind explaining yourself rookie? Abetting a felon is not just a fail offence,
it's a crime. - I already picked up the fail when I lost my primary weapon.
I'm not going to be a judge, and I don't have to be a mind reader to know it.
He's a victim, not a perp, and until my assessment is formally over,
I'm still entitled to dispense justice, and that's what I just did by letting him go.
Maybe that'll be one difference I do make.
The code to Ma-Ma's chambers is 49436.
Let's finish this.
You're a piece of work, Dredd.
But then, so am I.
You think I didn't know I'd get busted some day? It goes with the territory.
This entire level is rigged with enough high
explosives to take out the top 50 stories.
If they go, the rest go too.
Like the jewelry?
It's a transmitter synced to my heartbeat.
If my heart stops beating, the building blows.
Everyone in it, ash.
You got no way out, judge.
Put your gun down.
Do you know how many people live in this Block?
This isn't a negotiation. Sentence is death.
You can't afford to take the risk.
We're a kilometer above ground.
What do you figure the range is on that thing?
Can it get through 100 levels of concrete?
How about 200?
Let's find out.
Citizen Ma-Ma, your crimes are multiple homicide,
and the manufacture and distribution of narcotics.
How do you plead?
Defense noted.
Yeah.
Anderson.
Your assessment is now over.
When I heard you called in a 10-24, I thought I better check it out.
Seems I forced a rookie on you.
So what happened in there? - Drug bust.
Look like you've been through it. - Perps were uncooperative.
So how did she do?
Is she a pass or a fail?
She's a pass.
I knew she would be.
Mega City One.
800 million people living in the ruin of the old world,
and the mega structures of the new one.
Only one thing fighting for order in the chaos.
Judges.