The Son of No One Page #5

- Look, all I'm asking is...

- All you're asking...

is exactly what your captain

sent you here to ask...

and I'm not even sure

you know what that is.

Okay.

If this were a movie...

I'd say you looked like

you saw a ghost, Mr. White.

Look, you can't print this.

- Why wouldn't I?

- Please, sit down.

Why wouldn't I...

Please just.

Can you give me a week?

Give me a week.

Two murdered nobodies

from the projects you grew up in...

are about to finally get the justice

they deserve after all these years.

- You're not, you're not hearing me.

- Nothing's gonna change that.

You're not hearing me.

Can you please...

Ms. Bridges, just hold

one second. Just hold...

One second.

Just hold on, please!

Bridges, please...

- You can give me one week?

- Your father is dead, Mr. White.

I'm not sorry,

because I didn't know him...

but his partner's an old

man now, a dirty old man...

full of dirty old man secrets...

I get to f*** his legacy...

and Mathers' future

in one shot.

Gives me great delight.

Hey, Vinny.

You got something

you wanna say to me?

You wanna talk to me?

You wanna talk to me about

these letters you been writing?

I remember when you

caught me up here...

on the roof

with my mother's boyfriend.

You never told nobody.

Why you never told nobody?

'Cause you was my friend?

Are you still my friend?

When the pressures

and things started to happen...

you was the only one that came

to see me in the hospital.

They made me drink

all that stuff.

Couldn't say my words right.

Couldn't talk.

But you did talk.

- I tried to say it.

- But you did talk.

You did talk.

You said that you weren't gonna

say nothing to nobody.

But you f***ed both of our

lives up in this sh*t, man.

You said you weren't

gonna tell nobody.

I think I'm gonna go.

I knew you would do good.

I think I'm gonna go.

You're gonna be fine.

Hello?

Do I need to talk to your

wife to get this done?

- What?

- Is that I'm gonna have to do?

Kerry, you know

where my gun is?

What?

- You know where my gun is.

- I'm calling the cops, Johnny.

You're on with a f***ing cop!

I'm on my way.

I don't know.

You don't know.

No.

You don't know why people

are calling about a murder...

or why your car was totaled

or what's going on?

Because eventually you're gonna have

to know something, Jonathan. You are.

You are.

I am talking to you!

Please, just don't

touch me right now.

I just wanted to give us

a normal life.

I just wanted to give us

a normal life.

- He said it's all.

- What does that mean?

It means I don't know

what to do about this.

I have no idea

what to do about this.

It comes out next week.

I killed those people, Ker.

I killed the people those

letters are talking about.

I killed both of those people.

Charlie? Sh*t. Charlie!

Char...

It's okay. It's okay.

Okay, darling.

- I'll the ambulance.

- She's fine. Let her sleep it off.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, sweetie. It's okay.

Mama's here.

Mama's here.

Mama's here.

Mama's here.

So as it's coming in last night

at approximately 7:45 local...

writer and columnist for The Queens

Gazette, Lauren Bridges...

was gunned down

execution style...

at the foot of her office

on 31st Street in Astoria, Queens.

Witnesses say...

one man in a black ski mask

was last seen running right here...

Oh, my God.

That's the woman

from the paper.

She was killed, Jonathan.

- Hello?

- Prudenti's outside.

You'll take a drive.

You f*** with my family, I swear

I'll kill you. I don't care who you are.

You're watching the news right now.

You know how serious I am.

Now get in his f***ing car

and go.

I'm taking my own car.

You got it.

It's f***ed up

about that dyke.

F*** her though.

Let's swing it right there.

- Where?

- Pull up.

All right. Here.

Go ahead.

Come on in.

- F*** you want from me?

- Okay. Come on.

Have a seat over here.

Tommy, close the door.

Come on. Sit down.

All right, how about I sit

first. Have a seat.

Love fades. Did you ever

hear that expression?

Less than a year ago...

we lost almost 400 fellow,

officers and firemen...

and people are already getting

tired of saying thank you.

It's a tough city.

These are photographs of you

and Lauren Bridges at Mike's Diner...

seven p. M...

the night that she

was murdered. Last night.

Those pictures could cause you

a lot of problems, I imagine.

- You killed her.

- Jonathan...

- Sit down.

- Easy. Go easy.

Thomas put it away.

- Put it away now.

- That's okay. Just go sit over there.

- What's going on?

- Everything's okay.

Just do what he says.

Just relax.

Jonathan,

you don't recognize me?

- Yeah, I recognize you.

- That's good.

I'm glad to hear that.

Sit down.

Sit.

We're gonna talk.

You have to excuse

my godson Marion.

He has a tendency

to draw things out.

Last I saw you,

you were a boy.

I was a man.

Look at me now.

Jonathan, shouldn't be

concerned about this.

This is family matters,

it's between all of us.

You're here because, in 1986.

You and your friend Vincent Carter...

killed the two men referred

to in this b*tch's articles.

They were no good.

This is a family, Jonathan...

that you passed your civil

service test to rejoin.

Listen, I knew

your godfather.

No, I know you did.

He was your dad's partner.

And, as you can see now,

he's an old man.

Stop talking about me

like I was not here.

Stop talking about me like

I'm not in the f***ing room!

After all these years,

none of us were gonna allow...

the good names

of our family to go down...

because he did what was right

for two ungrateful punk murderers...

especially on the verge

of his retirement.

- You mean on your inauguration?

- I did what I had to do.

I did it for you and I did it

for your father.

That's who I did it for.

I had to do it.

Bridges first told me about

the letters, I could give a sh*t.

- But then they just kept on coming.

- They just kept coming.

We knew it either had to be you

or that other piece of garbage.

- But it didn't make any sense to us.

- That's right.

You'd gotten away with it.

So we figured you were just

suffering from a guilty conscience.

- We thought you were a f***ing moron.

- So we brought you back.

Turns out you didn't have

any conscience at all.

All the while it was your brain-damaged

friend with the desire to talk...

to confess,

to write the letters...

to be a f***ing retard.

But you were a good kid,

Jonathan.

So, let us take care of this here.

Let us do it.

- I've got a family.

- Of course you got a family.

This is what you've gotta do.

- Listen to him.

- He's listening.

Just listen to him, Jonathan.

You're gonna get back

in your car now...

and you're gonna drive

home to your daughter, Charlotte.

And, on that long drive home, you're

gonna think about her pretty face...

your beautiful wife, and your nice

life out there on the island.

And after you get there, you're

gonna think how lucky you are...

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