The Brave One Page #3

It is...

... astonishing...

... numbing, to find...

... that inside you there is a stranger.

One that has your...

... arms...

... your legs...

... your eyes.

A sleepless, restless stranger...

... who keeps walking...

... keeps eating...

... keeps...

... living.

New York, like any metropolis...

New York, like any metropolis,

is an organism that changes, mutates.

Building sprout-like chromosomes

on the DNA of its streets.

New York, like any metropolis...

... is an organism that changes, mutates.

Building sprout-like chromosomes

on the DNA of its streets.

Look, I've got... I've got two shows

that are almost finished.

They're already mixed. All they need is an

intro and an outro, which I could do live.

I've got six shows in various stages.

I've got all these stories in my files.

You know, new stuff, better stuff.

And I know what I'm doing,

and you know that I know what I'm doing.

Erica. You've been through so much.

You need more time before

you put yourself out there.

- Don't make me beg.

- I don't mean to.

But we have a public and I'm not sure

you're ready for it yet.

You telling me I can't work

because of what happened?

I did not say that.

Look...

...I just need to keep living.

You know, I don't wanna...

I don't wanna disappear.

- station WNKW,

located at 90. 1 on the FM dial.

Up next is Street Walk.

Let's now join Erica Bain

in our WNKW studios.

Okay, Erica.

Three, two, one, you're on.

This is Erica Bain, and I walk the city.

New York...

...like any metropolis, is an organism...

Okay. Is there anything we can cut to?

Music, prerecord, anything?

Give me a minute, Carol.

New York...

...like any metropolis...

...is...

Oh, sh*t.

New York...

...the safest big city in the world.

But it is horrible...

...to fear the place you once loved.

And to see a street corner

you knew so well...

...and be afraid of its shadow.

To see familiar steps,

be unable to climb them.

I never understood

how people lived with fear.

Women afraid to walk home alone...

...people afraid of...

...white powder in their mailbox...

...darkness and night.

People afraid of people.

I always believed that fear

belonged to other people.

Weaker people.

It never touched me.

And then it did.

And when it touches you, you know...

...that it's been there all along...

...waiting beneath the surfaces

of everything you loved.

And your skin crawls...

...and your heart sickens...

...and you look at the person you once were

walking down that street...

...and you wonder, will you...?

Will you ever be her again?

Talk to me.

Look at this motherf***er right here.

Hey, what sounds

you got up in there, dog?

This motherf***er

think I'm playing, man.

Don't nobody talk in New York no more?

I asked you a motherfucking question!

I said, what are you listening to,

you f***ing f*ggot?!

- Radiohead, man.

- Radiohead?

Leave him alone, man!

Man, shut the f*** up!

Little man, you ain't know

your pop sucked dick?

He's good at it too. Now, you wanna

grow up to be like that punk ass?

That's a nice watch.

How old are you?

- Get your ass out of here.

- Tell your mom I said "What's up?"

Yo, little man, holler at me,

I'll show you how to be a G.

Hey, yo, thanks for the iPod, man.

This sh*t is nice, man.

This is all me right here.

- I'm keeping this joint.

- You kidding me, right?

This is cool.

Oh, sh*t.

- Yo, yo, yo, I got this, I got this.

- B*tch, is you crazy?

This is too easy, man.

So...

...you gonna give me some Radiohead

too?

You ever been f***ed by a knife?

I should have walked out of that train.

I could've just shown them the gun,

and they wouldn't have hurt me.

Why don't my hands shake?

Why doesn't somebody stop me?

I swear they like Oreos.

Homicide, this is Vitale.

There you go,

you're doing the tricks again.

Upside down. No, come on up.

Gotta come to the top. There you go, baby.

Okay, thank you.

We've got two confirmed shot

on a subway from Brooklyn.

Church Street, lower Manhattan.

Everyone's arguing whose jurisdiction.

- That makes it ours.

- All right, fellas, let's go.

We got two dead bodies inside

the subway car, and no eyewitnesses.

Of course not.

Did you check with BCI?

Yeah, I got this printout.

- They here yet?

- Yes, sir.

- And I'll get them to you.

- Morning, fellas.

Christ on a cracker.

Well, I hope this is their stop.

Got Radiohead, U2, Dixie Chicks.

- No Wu-Tang?

- I don't think this is his.

Money in his pocket.

Looks like a 9 mm automatic.

- Like from the other night?

- Yeah.

Check it against Brass Catchers,

see if it matches.

Hey, you.

- just go inside. I came out here for

a smoke. I just wanna go back in.

You're giving me a hard time.

You let my friends in.

They both had cash, so neither one of them

was robbed. And they had priors.

A shitload of them.

The guy at Sandy's, he had priors.

I know, but that was domestic.

No, but he wasn't robbed.

Or something.

- I mean, what are we missing?

- I wish I knew.

Now, look. You got a small guy sitting.

These two punks come at him with a knife

and, you know...

...he shoots the first one without

getting out of his seat.

Right. Go on, I'm with you.

It's like maybe Mr. Average Joe just

decided, "I'm not gonna take it anymore.

And I'm gonna take matters

into my own hands."

The kind of guy

you wouldn't even notice.

Well, if that's true, he's getting better.

Yeah. Every bullet hit home.

- Detective!

- Hey, detective!

- Detective!

- Any leads, detective? Please.

- Come on, step back!

- What about the bodies, detective?

It's a new... It's a new investigation.

We haven't talked to anybody yet, no.

It's a brand-new investigation.

- Any suspects?

- No, we're not... I'm sorry, but we're not...

Any leads? How many?

Detective!

Hey.

Excuse me, don't I know you?

- No, I don't think we've met.

- Wait a minute. I know you.

- No. You haven't. l...

- What's your name?

My name's Erica Bain.

I do a radio show.

I don't know if you'd be interested in doing

an interview. I'd love to...

I'm sorry.

We're not talking to the media now.

I'm not that kind of media.

It would be about you.

My life's not that interesting.

- Yeah, but the work you do is.

- No, thank you.

So...

... you gonna give me some Radiohead

too?

You ever been f***ed by a knife?

How the hell did this get out so quick?

Who knows? Coroner hates you,

people f***ing technicians. Who knows?

"Bloodbath."

You ever listen to NKW?

- What is that, like hip-hop?

- No.

Remember a couple of months ago...

...this girl and her boyfriend,

they got jacked in Central Park?

- No. Which ones?

- Well, anyway, she has this radio show.

- Right.

- She shows up at the subway last night...

...and guess who she wants to interview?

- Me?

What, you? You should totally do it.

Remember that Bernie Goetz thing?

Hey, is Carter in?

Reporters calling in the night.

Reporters eat that sh*t up.

No, well, she's not that kind of reporter.

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