The Son of No One Page #4

Get this piece of sh*t up.

Bring him over to the desk,

rear cuff him.

People wonder why we pump

Forty one!

I got half the city watching

my every f***ing move...

and this a**hole can't control

himself in his own precinct.

Look at him.

Look at him.

He thinks it's funny.

- I think it's funny.

- Look at him.

Yeah, he's laughing.

It's like you're retarded.

Un-f***ing-believable.

Let me ask you

something, Jonathan.

When you were out there...

did you feel like shooting

that piece of sh*t Puerto Rican?

Putting two in his head?

- Probably not the best idea.

- Why? Why is that?

We'd have your back.

It's important that you know that.

It's important

that you understand...

that that's not going above

and beyond the call of duty.

It's doing your job.

It's our job.

It's what we do.

- Okay. Answer that.

- Sorry.

You take the night off.

You saved a cop's life today.

Even if he is an a**hole.

Kerry?

Why aren't you answering your phone?

I got a call.

He told me to ask you

about two murders in 1986.

What the f***

is going on, Johnny?

They don't know anything, Jim.

They don't know

nothing about this.

This is life.

Everything you, you want

or care about in this world...

it ends up nowhere, right?

My mom says she's gonna

put me back in the hospital.

It's like they're always

trying to get rid of me or something.

But when I get out,

I'm gonna get a job.

I'm gonna get enough money

to get an apartment...

and we're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay, Milk.

As long as we don't say nothing.

And I never will.

I never will.

Vinny.

Hello?

Ms. Carter? I was friends

with Vincent a long time ago.

I lived downstairs.

Milk.

I was here to see Vinny.

Jonathan! It's so nice

to see you. Look at you.

You look like you're

doing well with yourself.

Vicky?

- You here for Vinny?

- Yes, is he here?

Vincent's not

the same boy you knew.

He is still my boy,

but he's not the one you knew.

I'm just gonna check up

on the roof real quick.

Jonathan, please

don't go up there.

The past bothers

Vincent a lot.

Jonathan, please!

Hey, Vinny.

Hey man.

It's me...

It's Jonathan.

Milk. My man, Milk.

Milk, my little man.

What's up, Milk?

Been a long time.

Yes, Milk.

Someone's calling

my house, Vinny.

Someone's

calling my house.

Yeah, he's talking to my wife.

He's calling my...

I always knew you

was gonna be good.

I always knew it.

I always knew it.

- I know, man, but you got...

- I think I should go.

If you're writing

letters, you gotta listen.

You're not hearing me.

If you're writing these letters

you'll destroy our lives. You hear me?

Enough.

Enough.

Hello?

Yeah, I'm on my way.

No, I'm coming home now.

All right.

What part of our conversation...

made you take another

two hours to get home?

- Did he call back?

- I am asking you a question.

Did he call back?

Kerry, I love you.

- I'm asking you a f***ing question!

- Shut the f*** up, man!

You just can't f***ing talk

to me right now!

I love you Kerry,

so just stop. Stop, all right?

Don't tell me you love me.

Don't tell me that.

Why don't you look at me?

Why don't you f***ing look at me?

Look at me!

Look at me!

Look at me! Stop staring

at the sink! You look at me!

You look at me!

My God!

What happened?

What happened?

I never...

I never told anyone else.

I didn't. I never told.

I'm sorry.

I'll never tell anyone.

Okay, here he is.

Look who's here.

Detective Stanford.

He's gonna ask you

some questions.

- Hey, Jonathan.

- All right?

Okay, Mrs. White.

I'm going to the store.

I'll see you later.

Okay, thanks.

Sit down.

Why don't you just sit down?

Your grandmother told me about

your dog. I just heard about it.

I'm so sorry.

It's just awful.

Nothing quite as painful

in this world as that.

Dog's name was Charlie,

right?

You know, Jonathan,

I don't apologize about things...

but I have to say I shouldn't have

paraded you around here, like I did.

That was, it wasn't right.

You see...

when your father died...

I had an obligation.

You understand?

It wasn't like we worked

in a department store together...

or a bakery shop or something.

We were partners.

And when you're partners,

you're family...

like you are

with your grandmother.

I got two dead bodies

on my hands, Jonathan.

Now, that's a lot.

I got barking dogs,

people looking through peepholes...

drug talk about Hanky.

And it's all leading me...

to this.

To this.

To this.

To this.

You know the severity

of which I'm talking about here.

I want you to answer me.

These buildings

are full of secrets, Milk.

They're full of things people

shouldn't be doing.

Mrs. Carter,

up on the sixth floor...

she's telling me Little

Vinny's hearing voices again.

What I'm gonna do with that?

I gotta worry about my own.

I can't save the world.

This ain't a f***ing

Superman outfit I'm wearing.

I've got two worthless pieces of over

No one cares.

Not a single f***ing person.

So what do I do?

Case is closed.

I closed it.

So you can go live

your long life.

Next time we meet though...

you'll be a man like I am.

And a man has to learn

to live with sh*t.

Okay.

I noticed you got a rental.

Come here, we need

to talk. Come on in.

Come on.

It's funny. Whoever's writing

these bullshit letters...

seems to be interested in everyone,

except the actual f***ing killers.

It's time this sh*t stopped...

don't you think?

This next article comes out...

naming names...

all of us are f***ed.

But you...

your life's destroyed.

Yours and your family's.

Obliterated.

You understand

what I'm saying?

This would be

the place for that.

That thing that you're thinking

there, with your gun...

you ain't wrong in it.

You're just projecting it

on the wrong people.

Sit down, Jonathan.

Let me tell you

something, Jonathan.

All that guilt and hate...

and all that other sh*t you've got

bottled up inside your f***ed up head.

You've gotta realize what you

gotta do to save your own sh*t.

I'm worried about a promotion,

simple things.

You, this comes out...

I'll see to it that your secret life

is the headline...

in the New York

f***ing-Times.

And that, Milk, that's

what we're talking about now.

Ms. Bridges! Ms Bridges!

Ms. Bridges!

So, brethren have been calling.

I know why you're here.

No.

I'm here on my own.

This has nothing

to do with the cops.

This has everything to do

with the cops.

- We're just getting a lot of pressure.

- We're?

Yes, we're...

You love that term

here in America.

Makes you feel like you're

part of something, family.

Everything about them

will be over come Saturday.

The kind of thing

a newspaper should be breaking.

Not a single witness questioned.

Not a single suspect brought in.

How very 1986.

This isn't out yet, is it?

Saturday

is gonna be a huge day.

Marion had me all confused,

and I kept thinking...

he could give two damns

about these letters.

And he's got plainclothes

following me over some articles?

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