The Son of No One Page #5
Captain Marion?
All I can say, as far as me
not printing them...
you came to the wrong person.
- We'd like to see the letters.
- Of course.
Tampered evidence
is wasted evidence.
You realize it's not actually evidence
until somebody gives a f*** about this.
- Are there any more?
- Only three.
Here on, the minute
they come in, I print them.
Like doughnuts, right?
I'd appreciate you stop
touching my sh*t. Thank you.
I'm sorry.
So I called Marion
after I received them...
and he couldn't give a damn.
Seems no one's interested
in the possibility...
of police doing anything corrupt,
since this whole 9/11 debacle.
You must feel
like a real reporter then.
We have
a circulation of over 100,000.
You can tell me the last time
that many people...
knew a cop for a good reason?
Look, if you get another letter,
why don't you give us a call?
Officer, you do know
the hero tide will turn?
- My cell is on the back.
- Of course, you know no one...
stays loved
in New York for long.
What do you think?
What do I think?
I think she's a dyke.
Hello?
Milk?
Please, don't hang up.
You know, I would never
do any of that stuff.
Vin, I didn't see
anything anyways.
Do nothing. I swear.
I swear I wasn't gonna do nothing.
He just said,
if I didn't...
he'd tell my mother
to put me back in the hospital.
And if they put me back
in that hospital...
I can't do anything,
I can do nothing.
What are you
talking about, Vin?
You don't think I'm a f*ggot,
Milk, I'm not a f*ggot right?
No.
You're the only f***ing person
in this whole world I can trust.
I hate it.
I hate it here so f***ing much.
I f***ing hate it here.
Me too.
Listen, Milk.
In my mother's
boyfriend's apartment...
he has a thousand dollars.
I saw it, Milk.
A thousand dollars.
That's a lot of money.
I got the key.
I got the key to his apartment.
I can go in.
I can find it, Milk.
I know where it is. I saw it.
I can take it. And, man,
we can get outta here, Milk.
We can get outta here.
Okay.
What's up, Milk?
You kids are cold-blooded.
Killing junkies, partying
and sh*t afterwards.
Vinny up there...
sucking his mama
boyfriend dick.
F*** is that about?
Hanky OD'd in my apartment.
OD'd?
F***er jumped in the bathtub
for one last bath.
Gun went off.
I could see that.
Anyway,
Hanky was a no-good junkie.
Junkie with a $300 tab
and a gun like this.
When I'm putting
the pieces together...
pieces of a f***ing murder.
Somebody, definitely,
killed Hanky...
except me.
I'm not going to the cops.
They could give two shits about me.
I just want the $300
he owed me.
Listen, little man.
I want $300 or I'm gonna go
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