The Son of No One Page #2

from 16 years ago.

- Excuse me, sir?

- What, are you in the Army?

No, no, I'm just...

F***er can't even

sign his own name.

It's the third month in a row.

This reporter's making

a career out of it.

It's the first I heard of it.

Now that you're here,

you should be aware of it.

I didn't even want this.

I told him to stop coming to me.

This is where I live.

This is where I live!

I got the little motherf***er

down here in apartment number 1-C.

This is where live!

Grandmother, she's an old lady.

He takes the checks and...

I thought he was gonna kill me.

I thought he

was gonna kill me.

My grandmother does nothing! She's

an old lady. She doesn't do anything!

Sh*t! Pretend you're

taking a sh*t or something.

You can't even knock? You just

walk in people's houses and sh*t?

Listen, teenager.

I got to take a sh*t.

I'll take a sh*t right here,

right now. Outta my way.

What the f***!

What kind

of f***ing butcher shop?

He comes every day.

He takes the checks

from the mailbox...

right from the mailbox.

And she doesn't do anything.

I just didn't want him

to come here anymore.

I saw when Louie died.

Cops were all laughing.

I thought he was gonna kill me.

We'll throw him in the garbage.

- He got a bullet in him, Vin.

- Shut the f***, I don't care.

We're gonna throw his ass

in the garbage. No one gives a sh*t.

Yeah, the cops don't care.

No one does.

Yeah, trust me,

No one gives a sh*t.

Hey, baby.

Did Charlie run, Daddy?

He ran like this.

And he loved to hang

in the giant castle?

That's right,

in the giant castles.

Okay, night.

You liked the circus, baby?

Of course she liked the circus.

I loved the circus.

Loved the circus!

I'm gonna stop by the precinct.

I left my cell phone there.

And then we're gonna

watch Sponge Bob, right?

No secrets!

You were whispering!

Daddy was just saying

this is where he grew up.

Did you know that?

In one of these buildings.

The giant castles.

Come on.

Nice hip pack.

Family outing at the 118, man.

You ran out of sh*t to do on the island?

We came in from the city.

We went to the circus.

- This is Kerry.

- Hi, yeah, Kerry and Charlotte.

- Hi, did you see some lions?

- Charlie loves the lions, right?

- Everybody loves lions, man.

- Come here.

You're bringing two pretty ladies

up in this shithole? What's up?

You can sit right here, okay?

I'm gonna be right back. I'm gonna

get my cell phone out of my locker.

All right, man. I'll be up here.

I'm taking care of them.

- I'll be right back.

- All right.

Char?

- What are you doing?

- We were playing with the breathalyzer.

Stop it. This stuff's filthy.

You don't touch this stuff around here.

- We were just f***ing around here.

- Really? You don't know that well.

- You understand?

- Really?

Kerry, come on.

Really?

Come on, baby.

There she goes.

Have a safe trip

back to the island.

It's a desire and a chance to react

under certain circumstances.

The economy reacted,

the stock market too.

New York is on track to a rebound.

It's just a year

after many have said...

that a city like New York

couldn't bounce back

And see what happened

to the market.

This boy, Milk,

done took my gun.

You get a murder on Whitestone.

The kids are crying. You know?

Parents givin' 'em

days off of school.

The children here are different.

You see them from your window?

Don't worry. They'll do their

sh*t and then they'll leave.

We just can't say nothing.

I gotta go.

You better not say

nothing, Vicky!

- Everybody's freaking out now.

- I know.

But I gotta get home.

Please, just chill.

My mother's boyfriend is here...

and I don't wanna deal

with that.

He got a bullet in him, Vin.

I know that.

You don't think I know that?

- What do you want me to do?

- Just I gotta go home.

I'm serious.

What do you want me to do?

I don't know!

I'm going home.

Jonathan, your grandma

took the dog out.

So I was here just

looking at an old picture.

And I thought maybe you

and I could talk for a minute.

How about we go outside?

Nice day today.

Just you and me...

sit somewhere, just talk

a little bit. Is that all right?

Itll be fine. It'll be fine.

You seem a little

shook up, Jonathan.

A reason for that?

It ain't easy

growing up around here.

I could imagine,

especially without a father.

He was a good man.

Your father.

You know why I brought you

out here though, don't you?

With all of them

looking at us wondering...

what's Detective Charlie,

white Officer Charlie...

doing talking

with little white Jonathan?

What are they talking about?

And a few of them are particularly

concerned about some dead junkie...

last seen going through your door...

and then winding up about

twenty feet from that same door.

You don't know why?

You're a deer in the jungle here,

my boy.

And that fellow, Hanky...

he wasn't worth

two damn cents, Milk.

Yeah, that's what

they call you, right? Milk?

I'm just talking.

It's over.

You can go. But you hear anything,

you come talk to Officer Charlie.

Okay.

Good seeing you Jonathan!

Charlie?

Someone can tell me sitting

in my hallway is a f***ing crime?

F*** you outta here!

F*** that sh*t!

F*** you!

F*** that sh*t, motherf***er!

White, Prudenti! Come here.

Let's take a walk. Outside.

Olive Oyl, you look beautiful,

sweetheart.

F***ing asylum in there.

Jesus... Look.

I need you go over to the Gazette's

offices, over there by Ditmars.

I want you to talk

to the writer.

Tell her she's not hunting

the f***ing Son of Sam here, right?

Tell her we're fighting a war on terror

in this f***ing city already.

- No problem.

- Here, you take this.

Handle it.

Last thing we need...

is them demanding we reopen

some case 16 years ago.

None of us want that,

I imagine.

No. All right. Let's go.

- Just be safe.

- Okay.

Tell her to cut the sh*t.

I watched him die

in the heat of the sun.

Sucking up bullets

of a policeman's gun.

"Police at the 118 know."

Listen to this f***.

But Mathers said

it's bullshit though, right?

Yeah, it's all bullshit.

If he was a man, he would have

signed his f***ing name though.

God...

- Ms. Bridges?

- Lauren Bridges.

Like London bridges, right?

Just like that.

I know who you are.

Officer Prudenti.

Yeah, that's right.

- You're new?

- Yes, madam. Jonathan White.

Pleased to meet you.

- Look at this.

- You like that?

Yeah, I do.

Look at these f***ing a**holes.

So Marion sent you.

I understand why you're here.

Captain Marion?

All I can say, as far as me

not printing them...

you came to the wrong person.

- We'd like to see the letters.

- Of course.

Tampered evidence

is wasted evidence.

You realize it's not actually evidence

until somebody gives a f*** about this.

- Are there any more?

- Only three.

Here on, the minute

they come in, I print them.

Like doughnuts, right?

I'd appreciate you stop

touching my sh*t. Thank you.

I'm sorry.

So I called Marion

after I received them...

and he couldn't give a damn.

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