Freedomland Page #4

- Are you getting high again?

- No!

- You can tell me. I won't get angry.

- No!

"No, I'm not doing dope,"

or, "No, I won't tell you"?

No, leave me alone!

What the hell is wrong with you?

Can't you even raise a child?

Brenda, I'm sorry, but, please...

Brenda. I'm sorry, but...

Brenda, I'm your brother.

I love you. Just tell me

what happened.

Jesus Christ!

He came in here.

I didn't know what to do.

Did you find him?

No. No, not yet.

I'm gonna take you back

to Armstrong.

You can see the scene

during the daytime, okay?

- How's that look to you?

- Did they arrest anyone?

No, not yet.

Wait! Ms. Martin!

Have they found Cody?

Ms. Martin, please!

Yo, what's the deal, Zo?

What's the deal, huh?

- That your girl, Zo?

- Let her loose, man.

Let her loose, Zo.

Put your heavy away.

We ain't doing nothing.

Just keep on walking.

This place is locked down

and you know it.

We didn't do nothing!

- How's it look to you from up here?

- What are they doing?

Brenda. Show me.

Point out where you

tried to cut through the park.

Exactly where that guy

came on to you.

How can I tell? It was night.

Okay, Brenda,

I gotta ask you something.

If I don't, I wouldn't be doing my job.

Two-thirds of the kids missing,

the person that called it in...

...is usually the person

that made the kid go missing.

- So I gotta ask.

- What, did I kill my son?

I have... Since I've been little,

I have been nothing.

Less than nothing.

In... In my family, in... In the world...

...the only time anybody noticed me

was when I f***ed something up.

Dropped out of college, lost a job,

lost an apartment, did drugs.

When I had to move back

into my childhood bedroom...

...because I didn't have

a penny to my name.

And when they did notice me, my

so-called people, my family?

The eyes, the smirks.

But you know when all that stopped?

For them? For me?

When I had my son.

When I had Cody.

As soon... As soon as I had him

in my arms, I became, like, more.

I became like...

Like, "F*** you, f*** all of you!

You cannot touch this! You cannot be

this... This... This baby's mother, me!

I am that!"

So did I kill him?

He gave birth to me.

He made me.

I would slaughter myself

...before I would touch

a hair on his head.

Nothing you can

tell me that would help?

Can't you stop it?

I would if I could, Brenda...

...but it's got a life of its own now.

I tell you, 22 years of policing

in this city...

...things I see day in, day out...

...makes it very, very hard

to have faith in humanity.

But I do believe in God.

I believe that whatever happens to us,

the good things, the bad things...

...they all happen

because God wills it.

Like this thing with your son.

You know, looking for your son.

Now I know somewhere in the back

of your mind is the great, great fear...

...that things are gonna

turn out unhappy.

Well, me too, Brenda.

Me too.

But you got to take strength.

You gotta believe that if something,

you know, happened...

...if that's the case...

...it's because God

wanted that little boy...

...like he's gonna want

all of us one day.

And it ain't nobody's fault.

Wasn't nothing nobody could do.

But know this, Brenda.

I will not rest until I find your son.

And the person that...

The person that he was last with.

You know, the more we try to know,

the more mysterious life gets.

Sometimes there's nothing else

to do but just let go.

You just gotta let go...

...and let God.

Come here.

Look at that.

This place is ticking

like a time bomb.

Now, you know what that means

because you ain't no tourist.

In fact, from what I hear, you get

much love around here, right?

- I'm so tired.

- Brenda, Brenda.

Brenda, Brenda. Brenda...

...I want to find your son.

That's first.

But I wanna find him

before anybody gets hurt.

Now, we're banging our heads

against the wall on this thing.

We're doing all we can,

so if there's anything you can say...

...that would stop this,

now is the time.

Brenda, please.

Now, come on. Please.

I'm trying.

I'm trying. It's just so hard.

You have no idea.

Can I just see the kids?

- There she is.

- Ms. Martin!

Oh, my goodness.

- Hi. Hi, Brandon.

- Did they find Cody yet?

No, baby, they didn't.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Hey, what are you making?

Show me.

Show me, let me see.

Oh, my goodness.

Here, can I share your seat?

- Oh, look at that.

- So where's Felicia?

Dealing with Billy.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Did Brenda come

to work yesterday?

- Yeah.

- How'd she seem to you?

- She seemed kind of out of it. But...

- She bring Cody with her?

No. She said he was sick.

- Do you wanna see my son?

- What?

Here.

You know, I think it was good for him

to be the only white kid here.

You know, it's important to know

what it feels like to be the only one.

You think it's okay

I borrow Cody's picture?

- Take mine!

- You can have ours, go ahead.

Oh, I love these pictures.

Thank you so much.

- Ms. Martin?

- Yes, sweetheart?

What happened to your hands?

I just got some cuts in them,

but see these bandages?

It's gonna make it all better.

I'm gonna be just fine.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Oh, Cassandra.

For the latest developments

in the search for Cody Martin...

...we take you now live

to Gannon, New Jersey...

...where local detective Daniel Martin,

uncle of the missing 4-year-old...

...is about to make a public appeal

to Cody's abductor.

No questions asked.

Just drop him off on any corner

in any city. Call 911 and go.

There'll be no retribution,

no follow-up, no pursuit.

We just want the boy back. Please.

Do the right thing.

That was Detective Daniel Martin

appealing for information...

...on the whereabouts of

Cody Martin.

The 4-year-old boy went missing

when his mother's vehicle...

...was carjacked in

Gannon, New Jersey.

Okay.

Thank you. "Jack Russell Terrier."

Drama.

- Come on, man, you deaf?

- What?

Candygram.

- Hey. Rafik!

- Get him!

Get the f*** off me!

Get the f*** off!

Get off me!

You son of a b*tch!

If you can't afford me the respect,

if you can't treat me like a man...

...if you insist on emasculating me...

- Emasculating?

- Yeah!

- You emasculate yourself!

- Is that what I do?

- You mope around my apartment.

- Ain't looking for work.

- That's what the f*** I'm talking about.

You ain't a man.

You ain't supporting your family.

- I beg your pardon.

- Nobody is allowed out, all right?

- For what?

- He can go on out.

- But I don't know these kids.

- You don't need to know these kids.

- Let them through.

- But we...

- Whose side are you on?

- You know who I am.

You know what I'm about.

Nothing's changed.

What goddamn carjacker, huh?

Put some heat under your girlfriend,

you might find out what's going on.

- Do not tell me how to do my job.

- And do not tell me how to do mine.

- I know how to do mine.

- Let them through.

No. Not yet. Forget it.

Not yet. Come on.

- What the f*** you want?

- Salim!

- What the f*** is up now?

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