Freedomland Page #5

- No! No!

- F***.

- No!

Man, this is bullshit!

F*** this b*tch, man.

Make a hole, make a hole,

make a hole!

Hey, hey, hey.

- Get off me, man.

- Get in there!

You know you're wrong.

You're wrong. You're wrong.

- Yo, what's going on?

- What y'all doing?

Y'all better bring him back.

You better bring him back.

- Bobby!

- Who are you talking to?

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Felicia!

Felicia!

- Felicia!

- Felicia. Felicia, don't...

- Everyone's getting unruly.

- Felicia.

Do me a favor. Watch her.

Take her to your apartment.

I'll be back for her.

- Back up!

- Damn! Come on, y'all!

Hey, Lorraine, I just saw Cassandra.

She... She made me a drawing.

- What are you doing with her?

- Excuse me?

- What is she doing here?

- You don't know her?

I don't know nobody from Gannon.

And you stay away from my child.

What? What?

Fair-weather b*tch.

Come on, Brenda.

Come on, Rafik.

Why don't you just cop to it?

- Leo.

- You can do better than that.

- We wanna know the truth.

- Something's going on.

- He bolted on us.

- Let's go!

- We're serious here, Rafik.

- Yo, yo, yo. Hey.

Hey, fellas.

- You got to go through me.

- Yeah, well, we got tired of waiting.

- Waiting for what?

- For you.

You said you'd pick him up for us.

You brought him

in on that bullshit car stop?

In this town, drugs is drugs.

- Lorenzo, they setting me up.

- Setting you up for what, brother?

Lorenzo, you know, me and Rafik,

we go way back, right?

I come up on my man with this, as

you just said, two-bit warrant today?

And all of a sudden he

goes all-out rabbit on me.

I don't get it. Unless there's

something you're worried about.

- Is there?

- Hey.

Hey.

This is you?

- This is you? Where's my nephew?

- Hey! Get him out!

- Get off!

- Get him out!

- Come on, come on.

- Come here!

Pull him off!

- Get him out of here!

- Where's my nephew, huh?

- Come on, get him off.

- Where is he?

- Come on!

- You mother...

- Oh, my God, stop!

- Danny!

- Stop!

- Come here!

- Danny!

- Come on, man, what are you doing?

- Hey, chill out.

- Hey, Rafik!

- Take it easy, man.

- Get the f*** off me!

- You know God?

- Keep on going.

F*** God! There is no God!

I'm God!

It's just you and me, motherf***er!

You hear me? It's just you and me!

What the f*** are you doing?

- What, me?

- Lorenzo, take a hike.

I'm doing your job. You're supposed

to be king of the jungle over there?

How'd you miss this monkey?

- I think you better leave, brother.

- Kiss my ass, brotherfucker!

You are balling things up for

everybody, your sister included.

And if your peoples here had any

sense, they'd tell you the same thing.

Hey, Lorenzo.

What are you doing here, huh?

Protecting your own?

I don't know. But maybe I ought

to ask you the same question.

Because you know and I know

there ain't no f***ing jacker.

- You calling my sister a child-killer?

- I know nothing about a dead child.

You know something about

a dead child?

I'm just saying your sister's a liar.

What's going on in there? Lorenzo!

- Lorenzo, open up this door!

- Lorenzo!

Come on, Lorenzo, open the door!

- You better talk to me.

- Open the door right now, Lorenzo.

- What is this?

- What the hell y'all doing to Rafik?

What is going on?

He didn't do nothing!

- Who let them in?

- Yo, you beat him for weed?

- Hey, get out of my face!

- Or what, you gonna beat on us too?

- Shut your hole and get out of here!

- Who are you to talk to us like that...

...you three-piece

Uncle Tom motherf***er?

Come on, look.

Just let me handle it.

Buzz us in. Buzz the...

Buzz us back in!

- He didn't take that kid.

- I know.

Why'd they do that to him?

He didn't take that b*tch's kid.

- I know.

- What'd they do that for?

- Just go home.

- What'd they do that for?

I said, go home.

Let me handle it, okay?

Lorenzo.

I don't know who

you think you are...

...but I think you best

be sticking with them.

- Well, it's over.

- What?

The DA wants us to hand it over

to the feds.

Look, it's a good thing, Big Daddy.

Gets you off the hook.

No. No, no. No.

Come on. The kid's dead.

She did it. I mean, f*** her.

Hey, slow your roll there, Bobby. We

don't know either one of those things.

What I do know is...

...there's a whole hell of a lot

about that night that she ain't telling.

I'm not quitting

till I get to the bottom of it.

Do me a favor, Bobby.

Go back, buy me one more day.

We organize search parties.

We work with the families.

We work with the cops.

But most of all, we're just

a bunch of parents, you know?

Concerned parents. Because of

that, because of who we are...

...we get in tight with the moms in

a way that's different from the police.

- You know what I'm saying.

- You were in on that...

...Sandra Howard thing

in Bayonne, right?

- Am I remembering that right?

- Yeah, we helped.

The mother got locked up

on that one.

Like I said, we helped.

Well, I don't want you jumping

to conclusions about Brenda.

No. No, that wouldn't

serve anybody.

And I call the shots.

Yes. It goes without saying

that we'd cooperate...

No, no, no. I call the shots.

Now, I got something

in my head...

...that would play out better coming

from somebody other than me.

I'll let your people

do whatever it is they do...

...but with all due respect, you'll be

working for me and not with me.

If that's unacceptable,

all you do is...

You tell us where you wanna go,

and we will help you get there.

Yeah, all right. Okay, then.

We just want the boy back.

Have you or any of your people

ever been out to Freedomland?

You guys still hazing

your rookies there?

Yeah.

Detective Council here brought us up

to speed from the police point of view.

But we are not here as cops.

We're here as parents.

We're here because

we all have children too.

What happened to your son...

...could have happened

to any of our own children, okay?

Okay.

Now, this is Marie. And Lewis.

This is Elaine. This is Tina.

Elaine is her mom.

Who's Kent?

He's the first boy we ever

tried to find. Ten years ago.

We've been helping find kids

ever since.

- Did you find Kent?

- Brenda?

Would you like our help?

Okay.

Good. Good.

Okay, now, first off, what I need

is to hear from you what happened.

I can't. I can't say that.

I told the police everything.

- I told them...

- I know, I know, I know, I know.

It's just... Look, like I said, they

have their priorities and we have ours.

One more time, Brenda, and

I wouldn't put you through this...

No. No. I can't. I just...

No.

Okay.

Okay. I understand.

We'll just go with the police report

if you want.

Okay. Now first thing,

we come to the question head-on.

Where is your son?

Right? Where do we look?

Where do we look?

What is your gut feeling, Brenda?

- He took off in a car.

- Okay, well, let's say your son...

...woke up. Let's say the guy

realized he had a kid in the car...

...sooner rather than later.

So let's keep it within a mile.

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