The Son of No One Page #2

Olive? Hey, Olive.

- Take that son of a b*tch 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 motherf***er!

Shut up.

F*** you!

You're gonna

f***ing regret that later.

What are you doing?

Get outta here!

I'm looking.

I'm looking.

What are you, retarded?

What are you doing? F***!

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 f*** 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 sh*t...

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! F*** you!

Sit down.

Sit down.

- Way to go, Olive.

- F*** 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 sh*t.

And Mathers said

to look at that sh*t!

The city's in

an elevated Code Yellow...

and this f***er

we should be looking...

into some unsolved sh*t

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

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