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 asshole.

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 shit 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 motherfucker down here in the apartment 1-C.

A little Casper motherfucker.

A little glow-in-the-dark motherfucker that they call Milk. Milk!

Little glow-in-the-dark Casper motherfucker got my gun...

and I'm gonna get my shit, Milk! Where's my goddamn gun, Milk?

Give me my goddamn gun. Fuck you, Milk!

Give me my gun! Shit, you stole my gun.

Where Milk at? Where he at? Milk?

You glow-in the-dark Casper motherfucker!

I want my shit!

- Get the fuck out! Get out! - Shut up!

Get outta here, Hanky! Go to your own fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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.

Fuck.

Twenty in, twenty right out. Johnny.

Twenty in twenty out, twenty in, twenty out...

that's what I fucking tell myself every day.

Twenty in, twenty out, twenty in, twenty out...

twenty in, twenty out, twenty in, twenty out.

Jesus, you're a fucking rookie at 30?

Shit. My 30th birthday...

I was halfway to retirement.

So you just spent your fucking twentys, having fun, being free.

Bullshit. Eating pussy.

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.

Fuck excitement.

You know, I feel bad for you, old man.

One day, you're fucking pulling over these hot Italian chicks...

the next with this shit?

Fuck. Everybody hates America.

Meanwhile, what the fuck 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 bitch up.

- See you two at the precinct. - You got it.

Olive? Hey, Olive.

- Take that son of a bitch 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 motherfucker!

Shut up.

Fuck you!

You're gonna fucking regret that later.

What are you doing? Get outta here!

I'm looking. I'm looking.

What are you, retarded? What are you doing? Fuck!

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 fuck 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 shit...

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! Fuck you!

Sit down. Sit down.

- Way to go, Olive. - Fuck 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 shit.

And Mathers said to look at that shit!

The city's in an elevated Code Yellow...

and this fucker we should be looking...

into some unsolved shit from 16 years ago.

- Excuse me, sir? - What, are you in the Army?

No, no, I'm just...

Fucker 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 motherfucker 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!

Shit! Pretend you're taking a shit or something.

You can't even knock? You just walk in people's houses and shit?

Listen, teenager. I got to take a shit.

I'll take a shit right here, right now. Outta my way.

What the fuck!

What kind of fucking 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 any more.