Gravesend Page #8

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JUST DON'T MOVE.

LET'S GO.

COME ON, GUYS.

OUT OF THE CAR.

JUNIOR, LET'S GO.

LET'S GO.

OUT OF THE CAR.

COME ON.

HEY, GET OUT OF

THE CAR.

LET'S GO.

LET'S MOVE IT.

COME ON. I AIN'T GOT

ALL NIGHT.

LET'S GO.

WAIT A SECOND.

ARE YOU SMOKING SH*T?

YEAH. DO YOU

WANT SOME?

LET ME SEE IT.

HE'S COOL.

LOOK AT THIS.

THAT'S GOOD, YEAH.

WHAT THE F*** IS

THE MATTER WITH YOU?

PUT YOUR F***ING HANDS

ON THE CAR.

SPREAD YOUR LEGS.

ALL RIGHT.

WHOSE CAR IS THIS?

IT'S MY FATHER'S.

HAVE YOU GOT THE KEYS?

WHO'S GOT THE KEYS?

OPEN THE TRUNK.

WHY DO YOU WANT TO LOOK

IN THE TRUNK, OFFICER?

WHY? BECAUSE I

AM GOING TO DO:

WHAT IS KNOWN:

AS A NARCOTICS:

SEARCH.

THAT IS WHY.

ARE YOU--

I'M GOING TO

OPEN THE TRUNK.

DON'T YOU NEED

A WARRANT?

EXCUSE ME?

MY FATHER'S A COP.

WHERE?

WHAT PRECINCT?

WHO IS HE?

OFFICER MOSES:

OF THE 5th PRECINCT

DOWNTOWN.

Cop:
MOSES

IS YOUR FATHER?

YEAH.

HA HA. YEAH,

I KNOW HIM.

YEAH, HE'S

A GREAT GUY.

PUT YOUR HANDS ON

THE F***ING TRUNK.

COME ON.

OPEN THE TRUNK.

LET'S GO.

LET'S GO. COME ON.

EXCUSE ME, OFFICER?

DON'T YOU NEED

PROBABLE CAUSE:

TO OPEN THE TRUNK?

PROBABLE CAUSE?

YOU WANT:

PROBABLE CAUSE?

YOUR F***ING BUDDY

OVER HERE IS SMOKING

A JOINT:

RIGHT IN:

MY F***ING FACE.

HOW'S THAT

FOR PROBABLE CAUSE?

NOW WAIT A SECOND.

I GOT A GUY:

OVER HERE BUSTING

MY BALLS:

OVER A BAG:

OF GODDAMN:

POTATO CHIPS.

NOW OPEN THE TRUNK.

LET ME SEE THERE'S

NOTHING IN THERE.

I'LL GO IN PEACE.

I COULD GO DO A LOT

MORE IMPORTANT WORK

THAN I'M DOING HERE.

LET'S GO.

OPEN THE TRUNK,

SONNY BOY. COME ON.

I DON'T THINK

MY FATHER'S GONNA

LIKE THIS, OFFICER.

COME ON.

COME ON. COME ON.

ALL RIGHT, YOU,

CHIEF, OPEN THE TRUNK.

COME ON.

OUT OF THE WAY.

LET'S GO.

MOVE IT OUT:

OF THE WAY, CHIEF.

COME ON,

OPEN THE TRUNK.

GET IN THERE.

MY FATHER'S NOT

GONNA LIKE THIS.

YEAH, YEAH.

JUST OPEN THE TRUNK.

STOP YOUR BABBLING.

Radio:
10-13.

ALL UNITS RESPOND.

SHOW US AT VERRAZANO.

ALL UNITS RESPOND.

ALL UNITS RESPOND.

WE HAVE A 10-13.

SHOW AT VERRAZANO.

SH*T.

ALL RIGHT. LOOK,

GO HOME.

DON'T GO NEAR

THAT F***ING STORE.

I DON'T WANT TO SEE

YOU GUYS FOR THE REST

OF THE NIGHT.

[SIREN]

LOOK, I NEED

TO GO HOME.

MY DAD:

NEEDS THE CAR.

Zane:
YOU GOTTA

GO HOME?

THAT'S WHAT

HE SAID.

I DIDN'T ASK YOU

WHAT YOU SAID.

I SAID, DO YOU

GOT TO GO HOME?

LOOK, I DIDN'T

KILL MARK, OK?

WE'LL GO HOME.

WE'LL GET THE MONEY

TO BURY THE BODY,

AND THEN I'M OUT OF IT.

I DON'T WANT TO DEAL

WITH IT ANYMORE,

ALL RIGHT?

Zane:
YOU'RE IN IT.

WE'RE ALL IN IT,

ALL RIGHT?

Sal:
ME AND MIKEY WERE

NEVER GOOD FRIENDS.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY

HE'S STILL WITH US.

THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER

TALKED TO HIM WAS RAY.

HE WAS ONE OF THOSE KIDS

WHO LIVED NEXT DOOR

AND HAD NO ONE:

TO STAY WITH.

SO HE'D JUST KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR

AND INVITE HIMSELF IN.

WE NEVER DID:

ANYTHING SPECIAL,

SO HE REALLY NEVER

BOTHERED US.

WHILE WE WERE OUT WITH GIRLS

OR SOMEWHERE IN PUBLIC,

WE WOULD DITCH HIM.

MIKEY WAS GOOD FOR A LAUGH.

ONE TIME,

WE STRIPPED HIM NAKED

AND THREW HIM OUT OF THE CAR

AT 86th STREET

IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.

BUT NO MATTER:

WHAT WE DID TO HIM,

HE NEVER SAID ANYTHING,

AND HE ALWAYS CAME BACK

TO HANG OUT WITH US.

I STOPPED:

BREAKING HIS BALLS

AFTER I FOUND OUT

HE HAD FAMILY PROBLEMS.

WE ALL KNEW HIS PARENTS.

THEY WOULD FISTFIGHT

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET

AND THROW GROCERIES

AT EACH OTHER.

ALL OF GRAVESEND

HAD TO HEAR THEM SCREAM

THROUGH THE NIGHT.

THIS REALLY:

SCREWED MIKEY UP.

ZANE TOLD ME:

THAT THE COPS FOUND HIM

ON THE LEDGE OF THE

VERRAZANO BRIDGE TWICE,

ALMOST ABOUT TO JUMP.

I TRIED TALKING TO HIM,

BUT I DON'T THINK

HE WANTED TO HEAR ME

OR WANTED HELP.

ALL HE SAID WAS,

"SOME DAYS ARE JUST

BETTER THAN OTHERS."

MOM, DAD, YOU HOME?

SH*T!

WHAT ARE YOU:

DOING HOME?

WHAT AM I DOING HOME?

I LIVE HERE.

I GAVE YOU:

THE F***ING CAR.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE

GONNA STAY OUT:

ALL NIGHT.

I THOUGHT YOU SAID

YOUR SON WASN'T

GONNA BE HOME.

LISTEN, STAY OUT

OF THIS SH*T,

WILL YOU?

WHAT DO YOU WAN ME TO DO?

LISTEN.

IT'S NONE OF YOUR

F***ING CONCERN.

JUST LET ME WORRY

ABOUT IT. WHY DON'T

YOU GET RID:

OF HIM?

I'LL GET RID OF YOU.

NOW GET THE F***

OUTTA HERE.

GET THE F*** OUTTA

HERE.

YEAH?

YEAH. I NEED $500.

$500!

HOW OLD IS SHE, DAD? 19?

WHAT THE F*** YOU

WORRIED ABOUT?

WHAT DO I CARE?

WHAT THE F*** IS IT

YOUR BUSINESS?

WHAT DO YOU:

NEED $500 FOR?

THAT'S MOM'S

BEDROOM.

IT'S MOM'S HOUSE,

ALL RIGHT?

WHAT DO YOU NEED

$500 FOR?

DON'T YELL AT ME THAT WAY!

I GOTTA DO:

WHAT I GOTTA DO.

THIS IS MOM'S

HOUSE!

I LIVE HERE,

TOO.

I DON'T CARE IF YOU LIVE HERE,

THIS IS MOM'S HOUSE.

I DON'T GIVE A SH*T!

ARE YOU GONNA:

GIVE IT TO ME:

OR NOT?

WHAT?

I ASKED YOU FOR $500.

YEAH, WHAT DO YOU

THINK I AM--

F***IN' ROCKEFELLER?

I WANT $500.

OH, MAN. WHAT THE

F*** YOU THINK I AM?

I GOT MONEY ALL:

OVER.

F***ING SH*T. ALL RIGHT,

I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN

F***ING FIND.

$300.

I NEED 5.

THAT'S ALL I HAVE

IN THE HOUSE.

Girl:
I THOUGHT

YOU SAID HE WASN'T

GOING TO BE HOME

TONIGHT.

Girl:
GET RID OF HIM.

Father:
I CAN'T

GET RID OF HIM.

HE'S MY KID.

GET THE MONEY?

GIVE ME THE GUN.

SHUT UP.

WHAT?

I SAID GIVE ME:

THE GUN.

SHUT UP, MIKEY.

LISTEN, MAN,

EVERYBODY'S GOT

PROBLEMS, ALL RIGHT?

I GOT PROBLEMS. EVERYBODY

HAS PROBLEMS.

OK?

I LOST MY DAD DOING HEROIN.

YOUR DAD'S IN THERE

BANGING SOME YOUNG GIRL.

GROW UP, OK?

I SAID GIVE:

ME THE GUN.

OH, YOU WANT THE GUN? HUH?

YOU WANT THE GUN?

SHUT UP, OK?

DON'T WORRY

ABOUT IT.

BEFORE MY MOM:

RAN AWAY:

WITH MY STEPDAD,

SHE SLEPT WITH:

THE UPS MAN.

YOU WANT THE GUN, HUH?

WHY, BECAUSE YOU FEEL BAD

ABOUT YOUR FATHER

BANGING SOME LITTLE GIRL?

HUH? YOU WANT THE GUN?

DO YOU REALLY:

WANT THE GUN?

I WANT THE GUN.

TAKE THE GUN,

ALL RIGHT?

DON'T BE AFRAID

OF HIM.

DON'T BE AFRAID

OF YOUR FATHER.

GO IN THERE.

IF YOU GO BACK:

IN THERE,

I'LL KICK YOUR

F***ING ASS, MAN.

DON'T GO BACK

IN THERE, OK?

YOU'RE LOSING IT.

OK, COME ON.

JUST GET OFF ME.

WAIT FOR ME.

WE'LL BUY YOU

SOME ICE CREAM.

HURRY UP.

WHAT ARE YOU:

GONNA DO?

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST

LET HIM--

HE AIN'T

GONNA DO THEM.

JUST F*** OUT,

MAN.

[GUNSHOT]

[GIRL SCREAMS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?

AH, HE GOT

INTO A FIGHT WITH A KID.

WITH WHO?

Mikey:
YOU LIKE

F***ING THAT GIRL?

A MEXICAN.

A MEXICAN?

LET'S GET THE F***

OUT OF HERE,

YOU F***ING A**HOLE.

YEAH, A MEXICAN.

YOU KNOW.

WE WERE ROBBING:

THIS STORE,

AND UH...

SHUT THE F*** UP.

I SHOT DAD.

I SHOT HIM.

HE STARTED:

TO CALL THE COPS.

AND OL' MIKEY BOY

OVER HERE WENT NUTS.

HE PUNCHED HIM:

IN THE NOSE...

AND WHACK!

F*** HER NOW!

F*** HER NOW!

SHUT UP!

SHUT UP.

I SHOT HIM!

LET GO OF ME.

SHUT UP!

BLOOD WENT ALL OVER

THE PLACE.

BE QUIET.

GIVE ME HIM.

GET THE DOOR SHUT.

GO ON.

GO GO GO GO.

1...2...3...UGH.

OH, JESUS CHRIST.

Ray:
TURN THE PLACE

UPSIDE DOWN.

MAKE IT LOOK LIKE

A ROBBERY OR SOMETHING.

I NEED $200.

WHAT ARE WE:

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