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Damn spooky.

Scared the hell out of me. Why you think
they call me spooky, fool?

Where's your brother at? How should I
know?

What's this?

It's not a toy.

It's mine.

Give me that.

You gonna be hanging out here after
hours. You need to be shooting with

something that can do a little bit more
damage, don't you think?

Pictures can do plenty of damage.

You sure you don't want to hang out with
the big boy?

You put in county like y 'all?

No thanks.

Young cop.

Spooky.

Stepson Warner, a .k .a. Spooky.

Top dog of the Oakwood Crest.

Not anymore.

This is 1PB3. I got a 187 male, Afro
-American, approximately 17, in Venice

Beach parking lot. Call the coroner and
the crime scene unit.

Roger, 1PB3. Copy that.

Don't try to talk it down.

Why, everyone bags on my town.

Just stand and see It was for me Take a
look around

Just another day in L .A.

Anybody See more than me Anybody

Big C is free.

Stop it.

Run it down. Just another day, oh.

Not bad in yourself, Adolf.

Hey. What'd I tell you about talking to
trash, Ricky? Step off, Ty. You heard

what happened to Spooky. Now I want you
to get where you're going and watch your

back.

Let the boy choose his own friends,
Tyrone. Man, you ain't his friend. Sure

am. It's you who's his enemy.

You and all your vines swinging muck
like a guzzling homie. Man, you muck.

What you want, 5 -0? What do you think
we want?

Unfortunately, I think y 'all just want
to ask me some dumb cop questions.

Well, where were you last night?

Hey, my homeboy's dead, man.

Man, I ain't the one you should be
arresting, man. Don't worry, you're not

alone.

Man, I told you. I ain't seen that fat
Mexican in months.

Tyrone, if you and your crew violated
the truce and killed Jorge Rodriguez,

you'd be as guilty as if you put a cap
in your pal Spooky yourself.

Pop the cap in Spooky?

Charlie, you know that be asking for
some serious retribution?

You gonna try to tell me you and your
locos haven't broken the truce?

Truce has been good for business, homie.
Oh, yeah? Why?

Because with the streets quiet, there's
less of us snooping around and

interrupting your drug dealing?

Oh, you think this is funny, Manolo?

Huh? No, I don't think it's funny. I
think it sucks.

You pigs just looking to blame us
because it's easy.

Blame the niggas. Blame the beaners,
right?

Same old story.

So you think someone else is doing this?

Think about it, listen.

You know how my body operates?

If we thought that tying this Oakwood
Crips to Jack Torque, there'd be a grip

blood flowing the streets by now.

You know?

Well, if it's not the Oakwood Crips and
it's not the Venice Locos, then who is

doing this?

If I knew that, the mother would be
wearing a toe tag by now.

This project's called After Hours. It's
all shot in the Oakwood area.

At night?

This kid's really got an eye.

Hey, you guys were in there so long, I
was beginning to worry.

Ricky, show these are the pictures.

Actually, there's someone else I'd like
you to show them to.

Councilman Zivon, we weren't expecting
you. Just thought I'd drop by to make

sure everything was in order for the
exhibit.

You must be the famous Ricky Davis.

Not yet, but I will be one day.

Well, I'll be sure to remember your
name.

You know, Councilman Zevon's the one
who's gotten us all those city grants.

This has told me a lot about your
project, Ricky.

He was right.

You're a very talented young man.

Thank you.

Well, I better be getting back to work.

How did you put it?

Gritty realism?

Ricky sees things in the shadows no one
else even realizes are there.

It's a real gift.

Well, I have to go, but if there's
anything else you need, let me know. And

thanks again, Mr. Steven.

Hey, Bobby Cruz.

Long time no see, Bobby.

Too long.

You look a little bigger since the last
time I saw you. Food on the outside is a

lot better than the cafeteria at Lompoc.

Well, it looks good on you, man.

Freedom suits you.

Hey, was that Andrew Vivan who just left
here? Guy from the city council?

Studio's patron saint, my friend.

He's helped tons of kids touch bullets
and drugs.

Unfortunately, I've got three who
couldn't.

Two from the Oakwood Crips and one from
your old crew.

Jorge, I heard.

And you're here to find out if they've
gone back to war.

Both sides say they're still honoring
the truth, but... They are telling you

truth, Bobby.

Believe me.

Hey, can you enhance that?

What you mean, a Nazi?

Do you know him?

No. I live across the street from him.

Name's Ed Drazy.

But I call him Adolf.

I also call him Spawn of Satan.

You're proud of it?

I'm spreading the truth.

You spread hatred.

I disseminate information.

How people respond to it is their own
business.

Really? Then why'd you set fire to the
administration building at Pacific

University? They hindered my
constitutional right to expression. They

business influencing young
impressionable minds.

You incited a race riot on campus where
two impressionable minds got beat to

hell. I struck a chord, didn't I?

People got impassioned.

Look, cut to the chase or I'll call my
lawyer because I don't need to be stuck

in a sweatbox with a beaner with a badge
and an inferiority complex.

You want to end up back in Chino with
the rest of your Aryan brothers?

You ain't got nothing on me, Officer
Taco.

The guy is a Nazi psycho with a record
for assault, disorderly conduct, and

possession of illegal firearms.

But he's also a psycho with a
constitutional right and an alibi.

Oh, come on, Lieutenant. Drazian moved
back from Idaho two months ago wearing a

swastika, and suddenly we got three
brown -skinned guys pumped full of lead

a seven -millimeter Luger? Come on, it's
not too hard to figure out.

It's not so easy, either.

We've canvassed for witnesses. We've
checked all the local gun shops for the

sale of lugers and ammo. And so far,
we've turned up a zip.

Look, Bobby, I understand your
frustration. But unfortunately, Drazian

the only racist in town.

These racists actually think they're
waging some kind of holy war.

They'd sooner do time or die than crack
in the interrogation room. Then we'll

crack them from the inside.

Okay, listen up. Now, your uncle's name
is Russell McCarthy.

From Montana.

I spent every summer with him until I
was 17. We'd hunt, fish, go to Aryan

rallies, write letters of support to our
brothers in prison, and listen to

lectures on Hitler's philosophy.

Hey, you really created a thorough cover
for yourself.

It's not really a cover.

What? Look, you want to know why I don't
keep in touch with my family? Now you

know.

Does anyone else?

Would you go around telling people you
spend every day trying to forget?

And as in the world around us.

Life is representative of all that is
good.

It is the means.

But it is also.

And. The way in which we find the way.
God's truth.

And the truth shall set you free. Amen.

In 1920.

One out of every three people on this
planet.

Were what?

Today.

Only one out of twelve.

It's a sad world we live in, sister.

But how could this happen?

You know, any good intention taken to
its extreme ultimately becomes bad. Our

people have historically been so
concerned with helping others resolve

issues that we subsidize their survival
at the expense of our own.

You know, rumor has it that you'll be
taking over for Cross someday.

And the way you put ideas into words, I
bet my very last nickel on it.

That'd be our last nickel, sweetheart.

Excuse me a sec.

The boy's name is Ricky Davis.

Do you know him?

He sees Muddy Little Mug every morning,
dirtying my street.

Looks like he's got as much right to be
there as I do.

But he doesn't, does he?

How'd you get in here?

Come on, come on, please.

Just hold on a second, okay? Wait.

You want to go blow our money on buying
another gun instead of fixing that

truck? That's fine.

Just don't come back here after.

Hey, what kind of piece you looking for?

Something to match this here bad boy.

Well, I can make a couple suggestions if
your problem's not to tell your wife.

She might be the mother of my future
child, but she ain't never going to be

wife, that's for sure.

Hell, did you say smart mouth?

He said that he loved you and that he
feels blessed that you're going to have

his baby.

Well, hello there, neighbor.

I got so caught up the other night, I
never did introduce myself.

I'm Coraline Bishop.

I'm Ed Drazen. I like your spirit. Nice
to have you here. Likewise.

We haven't always been so lucky with our
neighbors.

Hey, I'm Russell Butler.

I've read some of your essays on the
Brotherhood's website.

I like that stuff you're talking about.

Russell's uncle is Russell McCarthy from
Montana.

You mean the one that was up there
helping Matthews before he got killed by

commies? Yeah.

Well, I'm impressed, friend.

If only the scenery here was quite so
impressive.

Will be someday.

Russ dragged us west so he could be
useful to the cause. Said your

inspired him to want to help reclaim
this territory from the enemy.

Is that so?

As much as I love the justice in letting
these animals kill each other, I don't

believe that I should stand idly by.

And, well, hell, I'd do anything for you
and Cross, so... Well, we got a lot of

good soldiers around here, Russ, but we
could always use someone with your

pedigree.

Yep.

Who's this?

Aaron! Follow him!

Aaron's my bleeding -heart, liberal,
confused sister.

Aaron?

I want you to meet your new neighbors,
Corey and Russ.

Don't talk too much.

You might not make a bad impression on
them. You know, just give me the phone.

Not with that attitude.

Can you please give me the phone?

Dark.

Hello?

You're a woman.

Is she pure?

Yeah, a quarter Cherokee. She's from
Oklahoma. They're all right.

Engines don't bother me that much.

Especially ones that look like that.

She drives me nuts.

Look at that.

Aish.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Was it usual for him to be here late at
night?

Mm.

No, no, he must have been getting things
ready for the exhibit this weekend.

How am I going to tell a kid?

Know what this is?

Michelle, it's with 765 Luger.

How much you want to bet it's from the
same gun that killed Jorge Spooky in one

eye? What I don't understand is that
Cesar wasn't even gangbanging anymore.

Maybe all that mattered is he wasn't
white and he lived in the Oakwood area.

What did Aaron say about the back door?

Says they lock the door even in the
daytime, and the only ones who have the

is herself, Caesar, and the landlord.

How many witnesses saw you at this
meeting last night?

Plenty more than you need to question.

Why are you staring at me?

You must realize that you're the epitome
of the Aryan ideal.

And is it ideal for an Aryan to lease
properties to minorities?

When Aaron Drazian approached me... She
said the studio had used visual arts to

help local kids.

She was a pure white blood in good
stock, so I trusted her. What do you

about the guy who was just killed?

You mean the bean picker?

Nothing.

Except he was probably shot by one of
his own kind.

You more than anyone should know.

That's how all subhumans operate.

Which is why the races will never
dominate.

Mr. Cross, your lips are saying one
thing, but your wallet is saying

Officer, this country is influenced less
by ideas and more by wealth.

If I increase my wealth, I increase my
power base.

If I increase my power base, I can
change the world around me.

Sorry if I seemed rude this morning.

Your brother was being a jerk.

He has no right to talk to you like
that, even if you do disagree with his

ideas.

And yours?

Look, hon, I'm carrying a man's child,
and the way I was raised, where he goes,

I go.

At least I have to learn to sound like I
agree with him.

Is this your co -worker?

You two were close, weren't you?

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
intrude. It's just that I was walking by

thought it wouldn't be neighborly
fighting.

I'll be happy to.

We were engaged.

Right, me and a Mexican.

Did your brother know?

Caesar insisted that we hide it from
everybody. He thought that Ed would kill

me.

Erin, I'm sorry. I really am.

What's the matter?

Ricky's negative. They're calling.

Are you sure that's everything?

Sir. And I, uh, created a bit of chaos
for your suggestion. So nothing in

particular was noticed.

You're a smart young man, Edward.

And you're going to have a bright
future.

Unless something gets in your way.

Such as?

Such as yourself.

What are you talking about?

Cesar DiValle.

Jefferson Warner. Gang name Spooky.

Jorge Rodriguez.

Three reasons why the world's a better
place. What more do you need to know?

Definitely sounds like motive to me.

If we can prove Ed found out about
Caesar and his sister, what it doesn't

explain is the other three victims.

In the meantime, let's see if we can get
Ed to talk about it.

Uh, look, I gotta go.

Tell me you're not responsible.

Hey, uh, hey, you had everything all
right?

Oh, yeah, man, we're cool. It's cool.

I don't understand. We do not operate
like they do. You're not an animal. No,

I'm a soldier. That's your word.

I'm a soldier, and this is a war for the
survival of our people.

The casualties are a part of any war.

Words are our weapon, along with the
truth.

If you bring down this kind of
attention, this kind of heat on us, it's

over. Maybe your precious rhetoric
should have been a little bit more

Because the meaning was pretty clear to
me. I was following your orders.

You're talking back to me, Edward?

Because a good Aryan soldier always
knows his place.

No, sir.

You want to arrest him right now? I know
what I heard.

What you heard was two suspects arguing,
not a murder confession.

Get back in there.

You got a woman like that, and you're
asking me questions about Ed's sister.

I got this cousin in San Diego.

Good guy.

Before he meets her, I want to make sure
those rumors weren't true.

What are you talking about?

I heard she was spreading them for that
wetback she was working with.

Yeah, I got that on good authority, pal.
That's right.

Yeah, well, maybe Ed knew.

Took care of the problem himself, you
think?

You ask a lot of questions, you know
that?

The hell you guys talking for damn
serious about?

Sit here and try to motivate us, and all
you're doing is telling, uh...

A fairy tale from your daddy's day about
how L .A. used to be like. And will be

again.

Once we've achieved our goals.

Maybe we should start by cleaning up our
own families, huh?

What the hell are you talking about?

That's all this boy does, Ed. Talk.

First he starts asking me questions
about Cross and him being pissed off at

today. Then he starts shooting off his
mouth about your sister.

Well, I heard she was disgracing you.

Dirt in her pure blood with a little
shot of the border spice.

You know...

And people that repeat that kind of talk
usually the same cowards and hypocrites

that hide behind talk. Hey, she
embarrasses you. She embarrasses all of

I'm just looking out for the cause.

See that?

That's pure Aryan blood right there. And
I'd give every drop of it to help my

brothers. Now you know where my blood
comes from.

And I know where yours comes from. The
only question is, what are you going to

do with it?

Everything all right?

Depends on your boy here.

Everything's fine.

Just go in the kitchen and clean
something.

Go!

Are all reporters as nosy as you are?

Asking questions is how we learn about
things that interest us. Why don't you

like answering them?

Usually only one's asking are cops.

And you don't trust them.

Why should I? They ain't never did
nothing to help me.

You think they're even looking for the
crackhead who tore up the studio?

Actually, that's what I wanted to talk
to you about.

Your negatives were the only ones that
were taken from the studio that night.

you have any idea why?

I don't know.

Maybe the guy was tripping.

I'm just glad my bat stuff was at the
lab.

You have more pictures?

A roll from a couple nights ago. They're
being put on disc.

Hey, hey, monkey!

Isn't it a little late for you?

To be out of your cage. Is the zoo not
safe now?

Get out of here, Ricky.

I'm not going anywhere.

Get out of here. I'll be fine.

They sure can run, can't they? Well, at
least he left us something to play with.

Just let me get back in my car and
there'll be no trouble.

There'll be no trouble, master.

Say it.

Go to hell.

You show a lot of spirit there, Aunt
Jemima. I'm gonna break it.

Aunt Jemima?

You know, the only thing worse than a
redneck is...

Gee, now that I think about it, there is
nothing worse than a redneck.

I hate to admit it, but this one's kind
of pretty.

Looks game enough to give us some fight,
too.

Guns your ass.

Think you can take her?

I think you should leave her alone.

Don't you know they carry diseases?

Turn around.

What?

I said turn around so I don't have to
look at your ugly, black face.

Now you know what I'm going to do to
you, huh?

Not much, considering you don't have the
equipment.

Just consider yourself lucky that you
get to feel one of God's chosen people.

Man,

let her go!

Well, what do we got here?

Kunta Kinte. Is this one of your
bitches, Kunta?

No. His mama's his bitch.

That's funny. Coming from a guy whose
mama sold her for nothing more than a

bottle of cheap wine.

Oh, you're dead.

Stop! Police!

I'm fine.

What the hell is going on here? We're
just, uh, we're just, you know, having a

little friendly chat about cleaning up
the neighborhood streets.

That's it.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'd
do anything to be back on patrol right

now. Judges these days require a lot
more before granting warrants.

You just bought us a little bit more
time.

Damn, Corey, did you have to wait so
long before getting Bobby and Monica

Keep it together, Granger.

We're getting close.

You didn't see her face?

It's all part of the job.

I'm sure she understood.

She shouldn't have to.

Damn, Ricky, you took all these.

Let's look at that one.

Okay.

I'm serious, Ricky. You've got a heck of
a future.

No offense, sister, but this magazine
you're reporting for, they better know

that these pictures are worth a lot more
than a thousand words.

You know what I'm saying?

Yo, Cy, you can't be putting a price on
art.

But when I start shooting the
supermodels, then you can worry about

okay?

That one.

Pull that one up, will you?

What the heck is that?

Not what.

Who? Now, I don't know much about
politics, but I'm guessing.

A picture like this gets out.

A local hero getting tight with Satan.

That'll have what you call a negative
spin, right?

Mm -hmm.

Frankly, Miss Williams, I don't believe
in the term spin or the notion of it.

So when I write my piece on the Oakwood
Visual Art Studio, are you saying that I

don't find some way to downplay the
recent violence there?

Absolutely not.

Because once again, these brave kids
have found the inner strength to triumph

over adversity.

Is it possible that this attack on the
studio was aimed at you?

Or what I represent, perhaps.

There are many powerful white
organizations in L .A. who would like to

brothers and sisters trapped in their
own barrios until they exterminate one

another. The thing they fear the most is
the Latino or black who escapes and

flourishes. You're talking about
somebody like Malcolm Cross?

He personifies everything about these
new white supremacy organizations.

I've seen the two of you battle it out
in the media.

He's got real passion.

It's what makes him so dangerous.

What's Cross like in person?

I haven't had that pleasure yet.

For his sake, I hope I never do.

Stevens had big money transferred into
his bank account for the past six

About the same time the telephone calls
began between him and Michael Cross. And

at the same time, he's been quietly
pushing for rezoning in his old

neighborhood. He's trying to create a
new commercial area surrounded by

expensive homes.

So the local hero is selling out his
roots.

And guess who owns those roots?

And guess who's going to get a big
payoff if the city council passes it?

Malcolm Cross.

Can we say kickbacks?

If it comes out, they're in bed together
before the rezoning gets approved.

Zevon and Cross will both lose, and
that's just a hell of a lot of money.

Also their careers.

Which makes Ricky Davis' picture very
valuable and very dangerous.

I think it may already be too late,
Lieutenant.

No negatives?

We're still searching.

There's an email sent from this computer
to Zevon.

The content's been erased, but it had a
photo attached to it.

You think Ricky's looking to make a few
bucks off of Zevon?

I don't know, maybe.

Ricky's a pretty smart kid.

All right, I'm gonna send Strickland
over there. In the meantime, you guys

looking. Oh, wait.

Wait, Monica just found something.

The negative?

Better. I think it's our murder weapon.

I don't understand why the sudden change
of heart.

Sometimes the student shows his teacher
the light.

Philosophers like me deal in ideas and
words.

But it takes men of action to give them
significance.

You mean like this mission you said you
heard from me today?

There's a nuisance in your territory.

As we speak, he's poised to ruin all our
plans to sanitize your neighborhood.

We'll find him here.

Now this email's addressed to that
beaner politician, Zevon. From your old

enemy, Tyrone Davis, who's now added
blackmail to his list of misdeeds.

I knew nothing would give you more
pleasure than finally removing this dark

thorn from your side.

Are you in business with Zevon? A strong
adversary is important when waging a

war in the public eye.

Otherwise, the Jewish media discredits
you as merely a bully.

In a strange twist of fate, Zevon and I,
and you, Ed.

currently have a mutual enemy.

I thought you'd be honored to handle it.

Shall I have someone else?

No.

I don't want to do it.

I don't want to watch that animal die.

That was my grandfather's.

Erin, your brother's not home. Do you
think you know where he could be?

No, why?

This just isn't a common gun. Four
people from the Oakwood area, Hispanics

blacks, were killed with a gun just like
this.

Including Caesar.

You think Ed did this?

We need the fingerprints to confirm it,
but that's what we're expecting.

I'm sorry, Erin.

Ah, lose a piece.

What the hell do you want?

Give me the film.

Uh, Ed, I know I'm not supposed to ask
any questions here, but I'm kind of

confused. This animal's trying to hurt
Malcolm and the Brotherhood. This ain't

about your Nazi leader.

I'm supposed to meet Zeevon.

Give me the film, boy. I ain't giving
you Jack.

Especially since you're about to kill me
anyway.

Uh, Ed.

Malcolm Cross, he lied to you.

What?

Zeevon's rezoning your neighborhood.

So Malcolm can sell out to some big
developer who's going to tear it all

and build up new high -class buildings.

No, no, he's buying everything to clean
it up.

You're right.

But first he's got to get rid of the
trash.

Especially the white trash.

Malcolm's paying Zeva on a pretty penny
to make it all happen.

How the hell do you know about all this?

I'll show you.

We were talking about seeing the proof,
Ed. Well, here it is.

Because it's in front of his face
doesn't mean he'll see it.

Dan, what the hell are you doing here?
Get out of here before you get hurt.

Is that why you killed Cesar?

To protect me? The thought of you in
that sleazy Mexican makes me want to

You deserve to die.

I did it because I love you.

After years of hatred and anger, he
taught me peace.

He showed me that the world was a better
place. You destroy everything.

Erin, I'm a police officer. Put the gun
down.

Good, then you can arrest me when I'm
doing it. It's not worth it. It's not

worth it.

Yeah, maybe not.

What about all the lives he took and the
ones he has yet to take?

It's not ironic.

The gun you bought me, Eddie.

The one you made me keep in my car for
when the mud men tried to jack me.

Funny thing is, the only men who ever
tried to hurt me were white.

I'm assuming you're done.

I'm quiet.

It's a lie.

It's me. It's all of us.

I've never lied to you, Ed.

My whole life, my purpose has been to
discover and share truth. God's truth.

Shut up.

None of this has been about God or his
truth.

It's been about greed.

Your greed.

Zevon's greed.

You're going to deal with that devil.

And me and the rest of the Aryan
brothers who got you where you are. We

sacrifice. I told you that I was able to
help our cause.

Your cause.

I know all about the plans for the
neighborhood.

I don't know what you've heard, but...
He's heard the real truth.

He knows you were planning on selling
out to commercial developers.

And who do you think would be the owners
and clientele? Our people, God's

people. You promised me a better place
to live. You promised me if I followed

your teachings.

My children will grow up safely.

And I believed you.

And I killed for you. Your children will
grow up safely.

With the money we'll pay for your house,
you'll be able to move to any number of

nice white areas. While the mud people
will be swept away to some other little

ghetto. You've got to look at the bigger
picture, Ed.

Stop it!

Stop talking.

Your talking has ruined my life.

No, it hasn't.

You might have bought into this a long
time ago, but you can still cash out.

You can cash out like I did.

You just gotta make a choice.

Make a choice to walk away.

Why would I lie to you? I got nothing to
gain.

Maybe you don't know what happens when
an honest man

tells the truth for what he believes.

No, no, no, no!

Call an ambulance.

This is 1 -PB -7. We need an ambulance
at Ocean and Fifth.

I'm going to see Kenny.

His little brother.

He was playing on the front lawn when he
was killed during a drive -by.

You used his tragedy to suit your own
purpose.

You liberated him. You manipulated him.

That's what you do.

You twist people's pain and rage until
it's so trapped inside of them they

even see or think.

You know what I see?

Someone whose only difference from me is
that I'm honest.

Son of a bitch, you're under arrest.

I want my lawyer.

Yeah, and unfortunately, you're going to
get one.

Who are you to blame other than me,
John, now?

Oh, boy.

And none of this would be possible
without Andrew Zevon's unfailing

to this community and its children.

It's because of him that the Oakwood
dreamers are able to do more than just

dream. They're actually able to pursue
their dreams.

I would like to announce that the L .A.
Herald's Young Photographer of the Year

Award has been renamed the Cesar del
Valle Award in memory of a young man who

no longer with us, but whose spirit
lives on in the work of these kids.

And the $1 ,000 prize and summer
internship at the L .A. Herald goes to a

talented young man who was inspired to
show, and this is in his own words, how

things are seen more clearly in the
shadows than in the glaring light of

The Oakwood Dreamer's very own Ricky
Davis.

For his photo entitled After Hours, part
of a project of the same name.

Hey, what's going on? You're under
arrest.

You have a right to remain silent, and I
suggest you use it.

That picture pretty much says it all.
Just one moment in time. It doesn't tell

the whole story.

All the kids who grew up around here, we
all looked up to you.

We always thought you were so noble,
struggling to get where you are.

Too bad you were just doing it so you
could forget where you'd been.

Come on.

So you're going to say anything or
you're just going to wait to breathe

I've gone?

Maybe I don't know what to say.

Of course you don't.

So I'll just tell you because I'm sure
that you're interested.

The DA thinks that the cases against
Yvonne and Cross look really good. And

L .A. Herald paid a lot of money to
Ricky Davis for that photo.

You mean for the contest?

I mean they're running it on the front
page of tomorrow's paper under the

headline Black, White, and Green.

It's about how the only disease in
America stronger than racism is greed.

Jamie, wait.

Look, can we just forget about all this?

Like you forgot about your family?

Wait, wait, wait.

Just because I don't want to talk about
them, you think I could ever forget what

they are or who they are or what they
try to turn me into?

You can never forget about your history,
Ruth.

But to learn from it so that you don't
repeat it.

Jamie, if you knew...

How much I care about you.

You would know that what happened hurt
me more than it did you.

You think it's bad when hate comes at
you from the outside.

Well, at least then you can defend
yourself. You can fight it.

You can let it roll off.

But when you're programmed as a kid to
manufacture it, when the poison

is from the inside of you, there's no
place you can go.

There's no place to run.

And it eats away at you.

Until you're empty.

Do you still feel empty?

No.

Because I found the reason.

Don't try to talk it down.

Why everyone back on my town?

The fantasy,

it works for me.

Take a look around.

Just another day in L .A.

Anybody, she's all that needs.

Anybody,

makes me free.

Someday, once it lets down, just

another day.