The Park Is Mine Page #4

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Deserted.

No dogs. No joggers.

No voices. Nothing.

Quiet. Empty. Chilly.

What about the guy

that's in there?

He's Loony Toons.

- No one said you have to come in.

- No sh*t.

You'll just have

to help me get in.

- How's it look?

- I must be as crazy as you.

Look, I'm gonna need your help

to get over this wall.

As soon as it's light...

You get the shots, and

you get out, right?

Right. Later.

Look...Not a word

about this to anyone, okay?

Must be crazy.

- Promise.

- You're crazy!

- Promise.

- Okay, I promise.

Thanks, Richie.

Don't move!

- What are you doing' in here?

- Um...

I'm a photographer--T.V.

I came in here to get

some footage, you know--

Footage?!

Yeah, footage in the park.

- You know what I mean?

- You're a reporter.

- No, no, really. See, this is my--

- Shut up.

I-I--

Shut up and let me think,

for Christ's sake.

You know, you gotta

be crazy coming' in here.

Don't you know I got

this whole park mined?

You could've been killed! What if I'd

jumped out of one of these trees

and cut your throat?

You really screwed things up.

I hope you can appreciate that.

Um...I'm s--

- Who knows you're in here besides me?

- Nobody--well--

uh, my partner. But he won't--

- He won't say anything.

- Ha! No. Hmm. No.

- Hell no. Of course not. Get moving.

- What are you gonna do to me?

If anything happens to you

in here, they're gonna blame me.

You get walking down this hill

and keep your mouth shut.

No--no, you see, because I wouldn't--

Shut up!

I--I wouldn't say anything--

Move! Move,

move, move, move.

Move, move, move.

Um, I--

um, where are you

taking me?

Um...Look--

Move.

- In there.

- Look...

Ow!

Look...

- Look--

- Take off your clothes.

Pardon me?

Get naked!

Please don't do this.

Look...

You do what...

You have to do--

to do, but, um...

Please don't hurt me.

Lady, I've got other things

on my mind right now.

I'd have a little bit of trouble

relaxing, you know what I mean?

Here.

Put these on.

You'll make a lot less

of a target...

In case I have to move you.

Now I don't want you wandering

around here while I'm gone.

I've got explosive booby-traps

set all over Central Park.

Make one wrong move,

you're dead.

You understand that?

I won't go anywhere.

All right.

What?

Mitch, what are you

doing' in there?

Rachel?

How'd you get this number? I

don't want you calling me here.

What difference does that make?

Are you crazy?

I didn't want anybody

to know it was me.

Aw, well, so you--so you

shouldn't go broadcasting it

all over the radio and T.V.!

You saw me on television?

No, I heard you

on television.

On the news.

Mitch, the police are here.

Have you any idea

how embarrassing all this is?

Why do you keep on

doing these things to me?

You! It's always you,

isn't it?

All you ever think about,

Rachel, is you.

That is not true,

and you know it!

How's Ben?

He's okay.

He's--he's at my mother's.

He's too young

to understand all this.

- Mitch, give yourself up.

- Why?

Because you're

gonna get killed.

You know...

Maybe that'd be

the best thing for everybody.

Uh, good-bye, Rachel.

I don't want you calling

me here no more.

Mitch!

M-Mitch...

I really do love you,

you know?

I do.

Good-bye.

He hung up on me.

Let 'em have some of this.

We'll see,

Fly boys.

Sh*t.

What the f*** is wrong with you?!

What are you trying to do?

Look, it was done

behind my back.

No authorization.

Sometimes the chain of

command gets screwed up.

You can understand that.

I could've blown that God damn

helicopter out of the sky!

Next time I will!

Jesus Christ!

I give you my word.

It won't happen again.

Look...

I'm on my way to a meeting

right now with the commissioner.

I'm gonna do everything

in my power

to make sure you

get the time you need.

We don't want anybody

killed, either.

You better get your act

together, big boy.

God damn it, Dix! I want to

know about these decisions,

especially when my own men

are involved.

Frank.

I mean, you wouldn't be

knocking on their wives' doors.

Frank, the commissioner

Okayed it.

If you got a problem,

you talk to him.

To hell with the commissioner!

Things just bounce right off

of you, don't they?

There are considerations here

I don't think you see.

Like your God damn

political career.

You have your job.

I have mine.

Seems you're having trouble

with yours!

I don't believe it.

I don't f***ing believe it.

The man tells me one thing,

then he turns around

and he tries to kill me!

Tries to f***ing kill me!

What'd I do to him?

Have I hurt anybody here?

- No.

- Have I asked for money?

Or my own country?

Or a plane to Argentina?

Do I want to be the emperor of Wyoming?

Hell, no.

All I want to do is remind people

they don't have to take

sh*t their whole lives.

I guess that makes me

some kind of God damn

dangerous person,

or some--

I didn't say

you could do that.

Look...

People should know about this--

about what they're doing to you.

Right?

You got something' to say.

That's what you're here for,

isn't it?

That's why you're in this park.

Wanna tell people something?

You want the world

to know about this?

Let me get it on tape.

And I'll make sure

it's seen.

It'll get national coverage.

All right. Here's the deal:

I let you come with me,

you take your own chances.

I am not responsible.

- Is that on tape?

- Yeah.

- Is it rolling?

- The whole time.

Fine.

City desk, New York times.

May I help you?

I am calling

from inside Central Park.

I will be talking again

in 15 minutes.

Same frequency.

What are you doing?

Come here.

I'm gonna read some clippings

I've been collecting.

They're little short

stories that were buried

in the back pages

of the newspapers.

Things people did to each other.

None of these people...

were rich.

None of these

people were famous,

and none of them

were on television.

They just lived their lives until

something terrible happened to them...

And then nobody helped.

January 14.

Gary black, 78,

an invalid, was found

frozen to death

in his apartment this morning.

Medical authorities estimate

he had been dead a week

when found.

Gary black's heat got

turned off 'cause

he couldn't afford to pay the bill.

February 9. John Flynn,

decorated Vietnam veteran,

drove his car

through a deserted building

in the South Bronx last night,

killing himself instantly.

Friends said Flynn had been

seeking help to stop the, quote,

"Horrible pictures in his head."

Unquote.

But they didn't think

it was that serious.

Um...

March 9.

Manhattan.

Toby Lester,

age six,

has been locked in the family

basement for the last three years,

chained to a steel cot

and fed from a dog dish.

The down syndrome child

was, in his father's words,

"An embarrassment."

Neighbors interviewed said they

occasionally heard screaming...

But they didn't think

it was any of their business.

May 23.

Brooklyn, New York.

Eat that.

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