The Son of No One

Synopsis: A rookie cop is assigned to the 118 Precinct in the same district where he grew up. The Precinct Captain starts receiving letters about two unsolved murders that happened many years ago in the housing projects when the rookie cop was just a kid. These letters bring back bad memories and old secrets that begin to threaten his career and break up his family.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Director(s): Dito Montiel
Production: Anchor Bay Entertainment
  1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
90 min

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.


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 a**hole.

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 sh*t 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.



You okay?


You tired?


You know all I ever dreamed about

was people like you and mommy.

Good night, baby.

And that's where

the castles were...


- 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 motherf***er

down here in the apartment 1-C.

A little Casper motherf***er.

A little glow-in-the-dark motherf***er

that they call Milk. Milk!

Little glow-in-the-dark Casper

motherf***er got my gun...

and I'm gonna get my sh*t, Milk!

Where's my goddamn gun, Milk?

Give me my goddamn gun.

F*** you, Milk!

Give me my gun!

Sh*t, you stole my gun.

Where Milk at?

Where he at? Milk?

You glow-in the-dark

Casper motherf***er!

I want my sh*t!

- Get the f*** out! Get out!

- Shut up!

Get outta here, Hanky!

Go to your own f***ing house!



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 f***ing 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 f***ing 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.


Twenty in, twenty right out.


Twenty in twenty out,

twenty in, twenty out...

that's what I f***ing

tell myself every day.

Twenty in, twenty out,

twenty in, twenty out...

twenty in, twenty out,

twenty in, twenty out.

Jesus, you're

a f***ing rookie at 30?

Sh*t. My 30th birthday...

I was halfway to retirement.

So you just spent your f***ing

twentys, having fun, being free.

Bullshit. Eating p*ssy.

You've ask me this every day,

since I've transferred here.


You know record shop, 7-11 's,

they're not that exciting.

F*** excitement.

You know, I feel bad

for you, old man.

One day, you're f***ing pulling

over these hot Italian chicks...

the next with this sh*t?


Everybody hates America.

Meanwhile, what the f*** 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 b*tch up.

- See you two at the precinct.

- You got it.

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Dito Montiel

Orlandito Montiel (born July 26, 1965), better known as Dito Montiel, is an American author, screenwriter, film director and musician. more…

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Submitted on August 05, 2018

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