The Park Is Mine Page #3

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Chief, what's your location?

Do you require assistance?

Negative. Do not

send any more men here.

We will connect with squad three

and then assess our options.

Roger. Out.

God, look at these guys.

They are really f***ed up.

- All right.

- Stretcher! Come on.

- Get a close-up on that, all right?

- All right.

I got him, I got him

I got him.

- Look at this guy with the blood.

- Help me!

- Great.

- Why don't you get back?

- Go. Get the gun in here.

- All right.

Hardy to leader.

K leader, do you copy?

Sh*t!

Nothing happening, Holmes.

They all dead!

We gotta get to the street.

I ain't moving. F*** that.

We can't stay here

till they find us.

I'm telling ya, they're

just waiting for us

to jump ourselves, then they're

gonna pick our asses off!

Come on, man! 72nd street is

just through those trees.

Bullshit, man.

I used to sell reefer there,

man! I know!

The grenade launcher's

live, boys.

Now backtrack to 72nd street,

and head out to 5th Avenue

right now.

What went on in there?

Is there a regiment in

there or something?

Can we

talk to somebody--

Got him?

Yeah.

Okay. Okay.

Relax.

Relax. This ain't no big thing.

No big thing at all.

You've only, uh,

taken over

Central f***ing Park!

You hear that, Rachel?!

I finally did something!

Took over the f***ing park.

It's light out.

The park is still closed,

right, Frank?

Where's the commissioner?

He and Curran

went to the hospital.

We have some injuries...

Broken ankle,

shock, lacerations.

These men are not gonna be easy.

You think it could be one guy?

- You don't believe that, do you?

- I believe it.

If there's one God damn man,

you know something I don't.

Shane and Oswald!

The commissioner feels that since

no violence has happened

outside of the perimeter,

we can go ahead

and open up the streets.

Otherwise, we're gonna have

traffic backed up to queens.

So get moving.

Okay, you guys, let's move

those barricades out of here!

Open the streets! Got orders

to move those barricades!

City desk, New York times.

May I help you?

Yes.

I am the individual

who controls the park.

In exactly 20 minutes,

I am going to make a statement.

The news persons, scattered,

will be able to pick it up as long as

they're within a mile of the park.

I am using an F.M. Transceiver,

and they should tune

to 1-5-1 megahertz.

I want my statements broadcast

on all commercial

and public radio stations.

You got that? Twenty minutes.

You call the commissioner.

I'll try and raise Dix.

Please stand by.

We are going to rebroadcast

a message from the terrorists

who have taken over the park.

I don't wanna hurt anyone.

That's the first thing.

I could have...

But I didn't.

Even though there have been

several attempts on my life.

It's one guy. One guy!

My name is not important.

I'm just a guy.

Nobody pays much attention

to guys like me.

I don't mean just

'cause I'm a vet.

I mean because my whole life

has been directed

by other people.

I guess I let 'em.

There's a lot of people

like me in this city...

Who don't feel any control

over their lives.

A few weeks ago,

I got fed up.

I couldn't hold a job.

I couldn't put certain

things behind me.

My wife and I split up,

and my little boy...

Whatever.

And then...A friend of mine

killed himself.

He was a vet,

a good American,

all those things.

And when he wasn't

useful anymore...

It was like he didn't exist.

It was like he

was made out of glass,

and they just looked right through

him, and that boy disappeared.

Let's hook into Manhattan

north's computers

and start running this down.

I am staying in this park

until 9:
00 Wednesday night.

That is veterans' day.

All I want is for all of you

to think about what

is going on in your lives,

and in this city...

About how you are treated,

and how you

treat other people.

I came here to say

that one ordinary man

can have some power.

Right now, I matter.

Right now,

I make a difference.

And I will not...

Disappear.

God damn it, that's not

the way you do things.

- Guy's a stoned wacko.

- No, he's not. He's...

Not by a long shot.

Gonna have to work

a hell of a lot harder now.

Public opinion is beginning

to swing heavily to this guy.

"Mr. Everyman."

The whole schmear.

I just release a statement

reiterating our belief

that he's just a spokesman

for a terrorist group.

We're expecting demands

at any moment.

Certain people are going

to be watching very carefully

how we handle this.

Very carefully.

There he is.

Come on, let's go.

Mike, get it

right on his face.

Mr. Dix. Mr. Dix,

do you think the man

is alone in the park?

No.

Can you, uh, tell us what

your next step is gonna be?

Are you gonna call

the national guard?

I can assure you...

That rumor

is completely erroneous.

However, we are certain

that a band of well-coordinated,

well-trained guerrillas

is responsible,

possibly with outside help.

Can you elaborate on the

outside help, Mr. Dix?

That's all right.

The action's concentrated

mostly in here.

- Right--

- Sir, it's him!

This is deputy mayor Dix.

Go ahead.

I didn't ask for you.

I called the mayor.

He's out of the country.

All calls from you

will be routed to me directly.

Are you in charge?

Yes. You could say that.

All right. I just wanna make

sure we understand each other.

If we do everything my way,

nobody will get hurt.

Do you understand?

I understand.

I know things can get

pretty dinky dow sometimes.

Yeah, I was in 'Nam.

A month in the bush.

I requested it.

I was a public information

officer, M.A.C.V.

Look, I'm the only

one around here

who has any idea where

you're coming from.

I mean that S.W.A.T. Team cowboy

would like to blow your sh*t away.

Why? I'm not hurting anybody

in here.

What's your name?

F*** you.

Okay. F*** me.

Look. You have any problem,

you call me on that phone.

I'm the only one

you need to deal with.

I'm gonna talk to the

commissioner, see what he says.

If I have anything positive

for you,

- I'll call you at this booth, okay?

- Right.

And since I'm an idiot,

I'm gonna go for that.

Here's what you do, big boy:

You wanna talk to me,

you use the emergency line.

Every telephone booth

in this park will ring.

I believe in safety first.

Whatever you say.

I just wanna say my peace

and move on.

I don't want any more trouble

than I already got.

I want two sharpshooters

covering every booth

in the park from now on.

Around the clock.

- Sir, it's for you.

- Wait a minute.

Yes?

We got an I.D.

On the guy in the park, David.

Weaver, w-why do you

want to do this?

- Why not?

- Well, what would Jerome say?

- What?

- Over already?

One night does not

a boyfriend make, Richie.

Yeah, but I thought

you liked this one.

I like corned beef on rye,

too, but not as a steady diet.

Why are we even

talking about this?

A diversion to keep you

from going into the park.

Come on, Richie. Picture it.

Central Park at dawn,

vacant for the second day.

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