The Park Is Mine

Unit 7-3-6, unit 7-3-6.

Assistance requested, veterans hospital.

Possible attempted suicide.

Patient on roof of cancer wing.

I.D.--Johnson, Michael.

Male, Caucasian.

Age 36.

Officers at site request backup units.

Please respond. Over.

This is unit 7-3-6.

We are on our way.

...And veteran, Michael Johnson,

has been threatening to jump for over an hour.

- Press. Thank you. - Excuse me.

Damn, the network news is here first.

Stay there! Why don't you hear me?

I'm so damn tired.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Can't you people leave anything alone?

I'm just doing' my job, officer.

Yeah? Well do it somewhere else.

You've done enough here.

We don't know what it is that drives a man

to take his own life.

We only know that each of us

deals with his private demons

as best he can.

We all hope that Mike has found the peace

and solace that he sought.

God knows he looked for it long enough.

Let us pray.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff-- they comfort me.

Hey, Mr. Garnett.

Got a letter for you.

Guess you're surprised as hell to hear from me, eh, Mitch?

I'm dead.

Yeah. If I didn't screw it up again.

Don't feel bad about it, man.

I...Was just trying to make a statement.

It's not what I had originally planned,

but...

Well, my time was running out.

Look, Mitch, it'll make it easier to understand

what I have to say if you go to my special place.

Use the key at this address.

I had this plan to make people listen.

Holy...Shit.

Mitch, I'm writing you, my man,

'cause you're the only one I could trust.

Hell, I always said you was as crazy as me, anyway.

Before veterans' day, I was gonna take over Central Park.

It can be done.

I worked it out.

It's all on the map.

I found a section of an abandoned sewer system.

It's my supply dump.

It's where I planned to operate from.

Everything you'll need is here.

There's a list detailing my entire plan

in a brown gunnysack behind the AK-47s...

If you wanna study it.

Most of the explosives are already laid...

Over the entire park.

It was like a big game--

to see if I could do it without getting' caught.

Took me most of a year, sneaking' in nights,

to lay the stuff.

Got mugged twice.

Can you believe it?

Mugging a vet.

No respect, man.

None.

I stashed shit everywhere.

Careful. The clips with the red tape are live ammunition.

Clips with the yellow tape are blanks.

Most of the other stuff's non-lethal--

big bang, lots of smoke--

you know the kind of thing.

I didn't wanna kill no one. Just...

Get their attention.

Just for once.

Got real tough the last few weeks.

That cancer really knocks the shit out of you, man.

Maybe it was the chemo.

I keep thinking the cure is worse than the disease.

Anyway...

I know I'd never be able to go through with it.

Just too weak.

Hey, you!

What are you doing in there?

Nothing. Just looking around.

Come here.

You wouldn't be taking junk in there, would ya?

No! Told ya, I wasn't doing nothing.

What'd you put in your back pocket, then?

Nothing. Map.

This map.

I love New York.

I want you out of the park.

What are you hassling' me for? I told you I didn't do nothing.

God damn it, don't treat me like I'm some kind of fucking junkie.

- I'm a vet. - I want you out of the park now.

So get going.

Yes, sir.

It's up to you, Mitch.

All the stuff's laid.

Just needs to be wired up, is all.

Set the timers...

Do what you want with it.

It would be a real hell of a thing, though, wouldn't it?

Attention would be paid.

You're a good friend, my man...

The best.

I just couldn't hack it anymore.

Later.

What do you want?

I told you I didn't want to see you.

How do I not come by to see my own wife and kid?

Cut the bullshit, Mitch.

You know it always irritated me when you talked dirty like that?

- I wanna talk to my son. - He's sleeping.

How come every God damn time I come by here, you tell me he's sleeping?!

Because every God damn time you come by here, it's late.

Bullshit!

You're two months behind.

I sent you what I could.

I've only had a job for two weeks.

I have not received any money from you

for over two months.

I sent you the money...

Yesterday.

Oh yeah. Like the check's in the mail, right?

Look, I-I-I don't wanna keep going over this with you

no more.

All I am asking' now

is now that you got a steady job,

you just send some money to help support me and your son.

I told you I sent you the money.

A-and you're gonna keep sending it?

E-every week?

Right, Mitch?

Send you what I can.

Y-you do still have that job?

It was a bullshit job. I hated those people.

The boss kept calling me "the okie from muskogee."

Oh, Mitch, when are you gonna grow up?

This--this just keeps going on and on.

Yeah. Yeah.

But if you'd have had a little bit more respect for me,

things could've been different.

Now I'm getting' sick and tired

of hearing what a loser I am...

Especially from you!

Well then why in God's name don't you just do something about it?

Hey!

What are you doing in here?

We were just going through to the West Side.

There are thugs, and muggers, and creeps in this park at night!

You don't bring a lady in this park at night!

- Where you from? - Duluth.

Come here, Duluth.

Let go.

Got change for a dollar?

I gotta use the telephone.

Uh...

I-I got about 80 cents.

72nd street.

City hall, officer Balkan.

I want you to listen hard.

I have a message for New York City:

As of right now, Central Park is mine.

- Who is this? - You better listen to me.

I have set a series of explosions

around the 86th street station house.

The first three will blow up the yard

at 10 P.M.

After that, you will have ten minutes to evacuate,

or else I'm gonna blow up the station house.

I don't want anybody to get hurt.

It is very important. And nobody will get hurt

if we do everything my way.

I'll have more to say to you later.

Wait a minute. Don't--

God, it is so boring. It is so quiet out here tonight.

Oh, that's for sure. Nobody's been killed for at least an hour.

Check out the frequency for the precinct...

Oh, all right, all right.

What is he doing? He's stopping!

E.M.S. 1-2-1, please respond to the 2-2 station house.

We have a standby with the bomb squad.

Do you know your location, K?

That's affirmed, K.

Your time out is 21-55. Your I.D. Number,

9-2-7 dash 6-4-2.

Operator 2-4-2.

- Did you hear that? - Yeah!

How could that be? The dispatch has a bomb squad

responding to the precinct station itself.