The Son of No One

New York is still here.

We're here.

We're going to be here tomorrow.

This is the way

of life people want.

Democracy, the rule of law, people

treating each other decently...

people caring about each other,

and we're gonna prevail.

New York is gonna be here tomorrow

and it's gonna be here forever.

And this is the way of life that

people want throughout the world.

Daddy's home!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are you doing here?

She's been dying to do that

for the past hour. Where were you?

What's she doing still up? I had

some paper and the traffic is horrible.

What are you doing

with the balloon?

Heavy traffic.

- Let us know next time.

- I will, I will.

What are you doing? You're going

to go upstairs and brush your teeth?

- Come on, go, go, go!

- Go. Get up there.

- You're going to tuck me in?

- Yeah of course.

I'm gonna check that toothbrush.

Dad!

So what,

they change her medication?

The doctor says we'll keep trying

different ones until the seizures stop.

That sounds like a genius plan.

That's where she got

the balloon then?

They're pretty nice in there.

- Except that one idiot.

- Who? Dr. Sing?

He talks to her like there's

something wrong with her.

What are you talking about?

He talks to her like she's five.

I can't stand him.

He's an a**hole.

He is...

I'm sorry, I just...

I don't understand how they can

move you two hours away randomly.

- It's ridiculous, you know it is.

- It's temporary, isn't it, Ker?

- I don't care that it's temporary.

- Come on!

'Quality of Life' it's a bunch

of sh*t and you know it.

Daddy, I brushed my teeth.

I'm going to bed.

Okay, I'm coming up right now.

What do you want me to do?

I ain't got no seniority.

- Daddy! I brushed my teeth!

- Gotta finish this now.

I run in bed!

Okay, baby,

I'm coming up. Hold on.

I love you.

You stop it, okay?

- Hey you!

- Hay is for horses.

Yeah, it is.

How did Charlie

run again, Daddy?

How did Charlie run?

You know how Charlie ran.

And Charlie

was a good dog, right?

Yeah, what are you talking

about? He was the best.

And that's why you

named me Charlie, right?

Yeah. Psh.

We can't say that too loud.

Mommy still thinks I named

you after Grandma Charlotte.

Charlie?

Charlie!

You okay?

Okay.

You tired?

Okay.

You know all I ever dreamed about

was people like you and mommy.

Good night, baby.

And that's where

the castles were...

right?

- Where you grew up?

- That's right, baby.

The giant castles.

And they was as big as

the whole world?

Okay, go to sleep.

Good night, baby.

Milk! I want my gun!

I got the little motherf***er

down here in the apartment 1-C.

A little Casper motherf***er.

A little glow-in-the-dark motherf***er

that they call Milk. Milk!

Little glow-in-the-dark Casper

motherf***er got my gun...

and I'm gonna get my sh*t, Milk!

Where's my goddamn gun, Milk?

Give me my goddamn gun.

F*** you, Milk!

Give me my gun!

Sh*t, you stole my gun.

Where Milk at?

Where he at? Milk?

You glow-in the-dark

Casper motherf***er!

I want my sh*t!

- Get the f*** out! Get out!

- Shut up!

Get outta here, Hanky!

Go to your own f***ing house!

Vinny?

Vinny!

Seeing it is, in person...

is very different than seeing it

on television or seeing pictures of it.

It gives you a sense of the devastation

that was accomplished there.

Retiring Police Commissioner,

Charles Stanford...

and his predicted successor,

Captain Marion Mathers...

are coming under

continued scrutiny...

of the Quality of Life raid here

at the Queensboro Projects...

on Christmas Eve.

Locals are saying...

this didn't have a whole

lot to do with safer streets.

It had a lot more to do

with real estate.

A deal to turn the coveted

waterfront property into condos.

I f***ing live here!

Osama Bin Laden

and other terrorists...

are still in hiding.

Our message to them is clear.

No matter how long it takes...

America will find you

and we will bring you to justice.

- I f***ing live here! We live here!

- You live here? We know that.

All right, back up! Back up!

Captain Mathers,

I talked to one woman...

who said that the 118

isn't welcome here.

You're causing trouble

by being here tonight.

What we're doing...

is we're making a dangerous

neighborhood safer.

So that, the good citizens

who live here...

we want them

to enjoy their holidays.

- They don't agree with you.

- Well, that's what we're doing.

I'm a cop.

F***.

Twenty in, twenty right out.

Johnny.

Twenty in twenty out,

twenty in, twenty out...

that's what I f***ing

tell myself every day.

Twenty in, twenty out,

twenty in, twenty out...

twenty in, twenty out,

twenty in, twenty out.

Jesus, you're

a f***ing rookie at 30?

Sh*t. My 30th birthday...

I was halfway to retirement.

So you just spent your f***ing

twentys, having fun, being free.

Bullshit. Eating p*ssy.

You've ask me this every day,

since I've transferred here.

Yep.

You know record shop, 7-11 's,

they're not that exciting.

F*** excitement.

You know, I feel bad

for you, old man.

One day, you're f***ing pulling

over these hot Italian chicks...

the next with this sh*t?

F***.

Everybody hates America.

Meanwhile, what the f*** is anyone

else doing for the rest of the world?

Where's my money?

You got my money?

She's Olive Oyl.

Pick that stink b*tch up.

- See you two at the precinct.

- You got it.

Olive? Hey, Olive.

- Take that son of a b*tch in!

- All right, all right.

- Come on, get in the car. Get in.

- You're going to the car. Get in.

Right after you,

you bonny-assed motherf***er!

Shut up.

F*** you!

You're gonna

f***ing regret that later.

What are you doing?

Get outta here!

I'm looking.

I'm looking.

What are you, retarded?

What are you doing? F***!

You call people retarded?

Get outta here!

Thanks for coming to work

today, Mom. I appreciate it.

- Shut up!

- Stop it!

All right, all right. You know what?

Keep them separated.

Look who's here.

Olive!

- Got your Sunday best on?

- Go f*** yourself.

Not over here.

Not over here!

Are you going flying today,

Martinez? Look at you.

It smells like he flew out

of somebody's ass, Cap.

You going flying?

Look at him.

Go to hell!

Easy, Olive. What about you?

Do you mind the smell?

I don't know.

I mean, I'd rather not.

You know what we'd rather

not do is smell like sh*t...

when we go home

to our wives.

When the old man steps down,

you can beat out of anybody you want.

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

Yeah, get him.

All right, all right.

Get off me! F*** you!

Sit down.

Sit down.

- Way to go, Olive.

- F*** you!

How'd you get

the weekends off?

Just told them I wasn't

gonna transfer here without it.

Man, Mathers must have

wanted you pretty bad.

All right.

I'll see you on Monday.

Yeah, man.

Listen, think of me

from your 7/11's and sh*t.

And Mathers said

to look at that sh*t!

The city's in

an elevated Code Yellow...

and this f***er

we should be looking...

into some unsolved sh*t

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