The Park Is Mine

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Unit 7-3-6, unit 7-3-6.

Assistance requested,

veterans hospital.

Possible attempted suicide.

Patient on roof of cancer wing.

I.D.--Johnson, Michael.

Male, Caucasian.

Age 36.

Officers at site

request backup units.

Please respond. Over.

This is unit 7-3-6.

We are on our way.

...And veteran, Michael Johnson,

has been threatening to jump

for over an hour.

- Press. Thank you.

- Excuse me.

Damn, the network

news is here first.

Stay there!

Why don't you hear me?

I'm so damn tired.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Can't you people leave

anything alone?

I'm just doing' my job,

officer.

Yeah? Well do it somewhere else.

You've done enough here.

We don't know

what it is that drives a man

to take his own life.

We only know that each of us

deals with his private demons

as best he can.

We all hope that Mike

has found the peace

and solace that he sought.

God knows he looked for it

long enough.

Let us pray.

Yea, though I walk through the

valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,

for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff--

they comfort me.

Hey, Mr. Garnett.

Got a letter for you.

Guess you're surprised as hell

to hear from me, eh, Mitch?

I'm dead.

Yeah. If I didn't

screw it up again.

Don't feel bad

about it, man.

I...Was just trying

to make a statement.

It's not what I had

originally planned,

but...

Well, my time

was running out.

Look, Mitch, it'll

make it easier to understand

what I have to say

if you go to my special place.

Use the key at this address.

I had this plan

to make people listen.

Holy...Sh*t.

Mitch, I'm writing you, my man,

'cause you're the only

one I could trust.

Hell, I always said you

was as crazy as me, anyway.

Before veterans' day, I was

gonna take over Central Park.

It can be done.

I worked it out.

It's all on the map.

I found a section

of an abandoned sewer system.

It's my supply dump.

It's where I planned

to operate from.

Everything

you'll need is here.

There's a list detailing

my entire plan

in a brown gunnysack

behind the AK-47s...

If you wanna study it.

Most of the explosives

are already laid...

Over the entire park.

It was like a big game--

to see if I could do it

without getting' caught.

Took me most of a year,

sneaking' in nights,

to lay the stuff.

Got mugged twice.

Can you believe it?

Mugging a vet.

No respect, man.

None.

I stashed sh*t everywhere.

Careful. The clips with the

red tape are live ammunition.

Clips with the yellow tape

are blanks.

Most of the other stuff's

non-lethal--

big bang, lots of smoke--

you know the kind of thing.

I didn't wanna

kill no one. Just...

Get their attention.

Just for once.

Got real tough

the last few weeks.

That cancer really knocks

the sh*t out of you, man.

Maybe it was the chemo.

I keep thinking the cure

is worse than the disease.

Anyway...

I know I'd never be able

to go through with it.

Just too weak.

Hey, you!

What are you

doing in there?

Nothing.

Just looking around.

Come here.

You wouldn't be

taking junk in there, would ya?

No! Told ya,

I wasn't doing nothing.

What'd you put

in your back pocket, then?

Nothing. Map.

This map.

I love New York.

I want you out of the park.

What are you hassling' me for?

I told you I didn't do nothing.

God damn it, don't treat me like

I'm some kind of f***ing junkie.

- I'm a vet.

- I want you out of the park now.

So get going.

Yes, sir.

It's up to you, Mitch.

All the stuff's laid.

Just needs to be

wired up, is all.

Set the timers...

Do what you want with it.

It would be a real hell of a

thing, though, wouldn't it?

Attention would be paid.

You're a good friend,

my man...

The best.

I just couldn't

hack it anymore.

Later.

What do you want?

I told you I didn't want to see you.

How do I not come by to

see my own wife and kid?

Cut the bullshit, Mitch.

You know it always irritated me

when you talked dirty like that?

- I wanna talk to my son.

- He's sleeping.

How come every God damn time I come

by here, you tell me he's sleeping?!

Because every God damn time

you come by here, it's late.

Bullshit!

You're two months behind.

I sent you what I could.

I've only had a job for two weeks.

I have not received

any money from you

for over two months.

I sent you the money...

Yesterday.

Oh yeah. Like the check's

in the mail, right?

Look, I-I-I don't wanna

keep going over this with you

no more.

All I am asking' now

is now that you got a steady job,

you just send some money to

help support me and your son.

I told you

I sent you the money.

A-and you're gonna

keep sending it?

E-every week?

Right, Mitch?

Send you what I can.

Y-you do still

have that job?

It was a bullshit job.

I hated those people.

The boss kept calling me

"the okie from muskogee."

Oh, Mitch, when are you

gonna grow up?

This--this just

keeps going on and on.

Yeah. Yeah.

But if you'd have had a little

bit more respect for me,

things could've

been different.

Now I'm getting'

sick and tired

of hearing

what a loser I am...

Especially from you!

Well then why in God's name don't

you just do something about it?

Hey!

What are you doing in here?

We were just going through

to the West Side.

There are thugs, and muggers, and

creeps in this park at night!

You don't bring a lady

in this park at night!

- Where you from?

- Duluth.

Come here, Duluth.

Let go.

Got change for a dollar?

I gotta use the telephone.

Uh...

I-I got about 80 cents.

72nd street.

City hall, officer Balkan.

I want you to listen hard.

I have a message

for New York City:

As of right now,

Central Park is mine.

- Who is this?

- You better listen to me.

I have set a series

of explosions

around the 86th street

station house.

The first three

will blow up the yard

at 10 P.M.

After that, you will

have ten minutes to evacuate,

or else I'm gonna blow up

the station house.

I don't want anybody

to get hurt.

It is very important.

And nobody will get hurt

if we do everything

my way.

I'll have more

to say to you later.

Wait a minute. Don't--

I'm gonna let it shine

let it shine, whoa, shine

let it shine

God, it is so boring. It is

so quiet out here tonight.

Oh, that's for sure. Nobody's

been killed for at least an hour.

Check out the frequency

for the precinct...

Oh, all right, all right.

What is he doing? He's stopping!

E.M.S. 1-2-1, please respond

to the 2-2 station house.

We have a standby

with the bomb squad.

Do you know

your location, K?

That's affirmed, K.

Your time out

is 21-55. Your I.D. Number,

9-2-7 dash 6-4-2.

Operator 2-4-2.

- Did you hear that?

- Yeah!

How could that be?

The dispatch has a bomb squad

responding to the precinct

station itself.

Let's check it out.

Well,

Mike old buddy, this is is.

I hope you knew

what you were doing.

If it doesn't work, well hell,

it just wasn't meant to be.

And I'll just walk the hell

right out of here.

If it blows...

It blows.

It looks pretty quiet to me.

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