All language subtitles for Slow Burn (2005).en

They say surprise
is the enemy of a prosecutor.

I learned that long before
I became a D.A..

The way I see it,

we have to know what can go
wrong before it does.

The art of anticipation.

Why did you run off to the highway?

Nora Timmer, my best prosecutor.

As an assistant D.A. of colour,

she's better suited to kick ass
in certain neighborhoods, than the rest of us.

Gang convictions tripled under her.

And if you're running for Mayor
on the promise to clean up the streets,

it doesn't hurt to have
the best "gang" prosecutor in the state.

But being the best
is not always enough.

Even if you stay one step
ahead of the odds

and one move ahead of the other guy,

anticipation... can only take you so far.

After that, it's luck.

And when our luck runs out,

there is always a price to pay,

no matter who you are.

- Why?
- Why what?

Ty Tripping, Vanity Fair.
You wrote a piece on me.

Why?
I'm not a celebrity.

A city cop goes to Law School at night,
becomes D.A.,

and now has got his sight set on Mayor.

If we add that the most eligible bachelor

in this city, we've got a history.

- What is that?
- The first question you will ask me.

I wrote it 20 minutes before we met.

Is this why they call you
a control freak?

First rule in court:

"Never ask a question you don't
already know the answer to."

I try to take it one step further
and know the question before it's asked.

What about women?

I'm the D.A..
Who cares about my love life?

They will when you're Mayor.

Ok, Ok, you've got the pulse of the people.

The opinion polls are looking sweet,

but let me ask you one thing...

- Who are your enemies?
- Right here.

Danny Looden and his gang,
the Omens.

If they were incorporated,
they would be a Fortune 500 company.

They have an annual revenue
of over 100 million dollars.

Drugs, extortion,
Gun running... Real estate...

And Danny Looden, you can call him
a gang lord but,

he is just another CEO
with a franchise.

He has branches in 11
cities. And you laugh!

Is that why you tried to have
Danny Looden assassinated?

- What?
- Story goes you gave an Omen

the offer of immunity,
if he killed Danny Looden.

Why would I do that?

You can't get him any other way.

You posted you had Danny Looden
in jail for prosecution.

Turns out it was not Danny!

Danny gave 20 Omens drivers licenses
with the name Danny Looden

so no one would know
who the real Danny is.

You want a Danny free city
by Election Day.

- You got that right.
- How are you going to get

Danny Looden, if you
do not know who he is?

Danny Looden can
kiss my black ass!

You can print that.

- What's going on, officer?
- Just a gas leak, sir.

This is all Omen territory.

Housing project,
when it was built.

The nearest street of middle-class
was 2 miles away.

Now, Neiman Marcus is ten blocks from here.

Starbucks and Borders,
will be eight blocks away.

So, that project will now
be worth what?

500 million dollars, to develop.

Excuse me...

Yes?

It's Chet. We've got a situation.
How fast can you get here?

I want her protected. Nobody
talks to her. Where's the weapon?

They have not found it yet.
She was running into shock.

Said she dropped it.
If we're lucky, the media

won't be on it till dawn.
- He is a media. Get rid of him.

Excuse us. Have a seat.

Turn off the camera.

It's all right.
Everything's ok now.

Are you alright?

He raped me.

Who?

His name tag said Isaac.

His name tag?

Last week.

Where last week, Nora?

In the store where I first saw him.

A fine sister like yourself
can't walk around like that.

It's that puddle of water
on the sidewalk.

Only crackheads walk barefoot
around here.

I'll be catching a taxi.

I get off in about... ten minutes.

- I can give you a ride.
- Thanks anyway.

Taxi! Taxi!

Damn!

You don't want a patrolman stopping you
and searching for rocks, do you?

My mom always said
that the rain hides the pain.

All sorts of things
you can't hear with the rain.

Crying, yelling...

Sister Irma Thomas...

Four kids and two husbands by 19.

This is my place.

I said this is my place.

With my compliments,

Nora Timmer.

How do you know my last name?

My credit card.

Sister Irma tells you... Love, sex,

Pain... in the rain

Did he say anything else?

No.
He just played it.

In my answering machine every night.

You never said anything to anyone?

- I just thought he was a creep.
- But not tonight.

When I got home,
he was inside the house.

He was on top of me...

inside of me...

I could not let him live
to Finnish.

You got control of the gun?

His blood was...

It was on my face and...

I tasted it.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

They're gonna have to keep you here.
Do you want anything?

I'll be right back, okay?

Has she seen a doctor yet?
- Yes, she's already been to the hospital.

Look. Should we do
a press conference?

No press conference.
Just, hum...

Just make a statement.
She was raped and defended herself.

You write about famous people?

Sometimes.

My sister-in-law cleaned
Oprah Winfrey's hotel room.

- Yeah?
- She sold her garbage on ebay.

What's going on back there?

All kinds of rumors.

None I can tell you about.

Thanks.

Sir...

Ford!

Someone showed up at the crime scene
looking for the dead guy.

Looking for him there?

- Why?
- He is here.

He'll only talk to the D.A.
He said you would understand why.

I'm the District Attorney.

What's your name?

Do you mind?

May I?

I'd be more comfortable.

- By all means, make yourself comfortable.
- Thank you.

- What's your name?
- His name is Luther Pinks.

Did you know the dead man, Luther?

Isaac Duparde.

Was my ace bone.

Tonight, Mr. Pinks.
How did you find out about this incident?

Oh, that's a nice word, incident.
It's better than murder.

Why did you go to Ms. Timmer's?
Why did you think you might find him there?

Where else was I gonna find him?

- How's that?
I don't know why he still had a place,

since they were
basically living together.

Mr. Duparde and Ms. Timmer?

Except when she
spent the night at his crib.

He was basically on a rain check.

She sucked him into her world
until she blew him out.

I warned him.

The first night she walked in,
I still remember it.

- The city smelled like grapefruit.
- Grapefruit?

It's like a short in my brain,
the way I process smell, you know.

Everything smells like food
all the time.

Like right now,

this place smells like... pot roast.

Burned pot roast.

You were there when they met?

What do you want to know?
The sex...?

The pay-offs...?

The first murder?
What?

You were there when
they met last week?

What last week?
I'm talking about Easter.

Four months ago?
- About midnight.

It's that puddle outside.

You know, only crackheads
walk barefoot around here.

I could use a ride.

What's that?

Gas money.

We're here.
That's my place.

You know, a cab
would cost you $7 dollars.

So, what's that for?

The next night,

right before closing,

she comes in.

Looking for one thing,
but wanting another.

That music in your car
last night. What was it?

I loved it.

The money.

Why?

Two days later,
she's waiting for him in his car.

Your name is Isaac Duparde.

You make $7.35 an hour
and work in the night shift.

Occasionally, you get
a bar tending gig for a party,

sometimes spin records
at a club.

All in, you do
$17,000 or $18,000 a year.

Word on the street, when you were 14,
you saw Danny Looden kill a man.

You did not cooperate with the police.

You
want me to identify Danny Looden?

If it is that she is
playing a game, what the hell?

He has played worse games.
And none with anybody as fun as her.

- What does she want with you?
- Don't know. Maybe she's a freak.

Maybe you just became
her chance to be black.

- No, she's black.
- Blacker.

- Do you know who she is?
- No.

Assistant D.A.

Tears apart the other lawyer
for being a racist.

So he's scared to say anything.

She parades as sister to you,
but she's so light, she can pass for white.

She turns it on and off.

She's a shadow, a trick of light.

Hey, she's bi-racial.
So what if she can pass?

Maybe you just became
part of her guessing game.

Who am I?

On Tuesday she's black,
Wednesday she's not.

She doesn't know who she is.

I've seen her at the clubs,
watching,

always watching.

Somebody should ask her
what she's watching.

You know what I think?

That a sister like me
shouldn't walk around barefoot.

Not in this neighborhood.

People might get the wrong idea.

You're off in 5 minutes.

I sure could use another ride.

The only thing is...
I'm out of gas money.

She stood there
smelling like a tangerine,

ripe, ready to be peeled.

My man was falling on.

Why the money?

To interest you.

- I was already interested.
- You don't know what I want.

Danny Looden.

Maybe..., maybe not.

Then why are we here?

Let's find out.

The next thing he know
they're back at her place,

on the floor.
They did not even make it to the bed.

Bullshit!

Do you expect me to believe this story,
just because you walk in here and say it?

I'm just telling you
what my man told me.

Right down to the
African violet tattoo on her ass.

My scar.
A bike accident when I was 7.

The tattoo is supposed to hide it.

A flaw.

It's the only way to know
I didn't dream you.

Hey.

You've been long with him.

Are you OK?

Just some details...

Alright?

There is something
I didn't tell you before.

It wasn't an accident
that I met Isaac Duparde.

We had a conversation
beyond what I told you.

I was working on a lead
that he could identify Danny Looden.

Your name is Isaac Duparde.

We had one conversation.

One conversation?

I did all the talking,
he said nothing.

Word on the street that when you were 14,
you saw Danny Looden kill a man.

And you couldn't tell me this before?

And implicate your office
in the official record?

With an unauthorized approach?
A paid informant?

Aren't there enough rumors
about your willingness to set up Danny,

without it involving a dead man killed
in the bed of your assistant D.A.?

- You payed him?
- My money.

Just to talk to me.

Look, I just wanted to give you
a birthday present, Danny Looden.

But then he started following me,

stalking me.

He was everywhere I was.

- And tonight?
- He did what I said he did.

And you just didn't bother
to tell me about this plan?

Look, you would have deniability
if you knew nothing,

just in case anything went wrong.

Wrong? As in seducing
and killing Isaac Duparde?

I was raped!

Who is Luther Pinks?

Am I supposed to know?

He is here. He said he was there

the night you met Isaac Duparde
and then the night you took him home,

four months ago.

So you're gonna take the word
of a total stranger...

A total stranger who happens to know
about an African violet tattoo

that's over your ass.

Isaac Duparde was stalking me.

He could have looked in through my windows
saw me undressing at night.

Maybe the questions you should be
asking is: how does this man know

and why is he here.

He happens to think
that Isaac Duparde was murdered.

Isaac Duparde.
I'm still checking on next of kin.

- No record?
- No. Lives over in West Lamard.

Maybank send two cops
to check it out.

2302.

Ok.

Jesus!

What the fuck is this place?

- Hey, look at this.
- What?

This place is soaked.

Watch your head! Get back!

Move back! Get back!

Go! Let's go, stay with me.

Freeze! Police!

Driver: Derew Brulov, 19.
Two arrests in the past 18 months.

Torcher: Seal Goodman, 18.
Three arrests in 11 months.

- For what?
- Gang crimes.

Omens.

If Godfrey finds out I'm giving you
heads up, I'll be taking early retirement.

- Where is he?
- He's on his way.

Duparde's phone records
for the last 12 hours.

He called your office at 6:57 tonight.

Check your messages.

You have one message.
Message one.

If you think "5 AM" is gonna stay
a secret, you've got it wrong.

If she knows what's going
down, then so do you.

Do you think you can hide behind her?
Well, you can't.

To save this message, press 1.

No, nothing.

This is the stuff in the car.
They must have taken it from his place.

What's that envelope?

"5 AM"?
That's 4 hours from now.

I was in the middle of a dream.

I was playing the seventh hole
of the US Open.

Tiger Woods was carrying my club.
- Hello, Godfrey.

I don't like it when my town
goes boom at 1 am.

Assistant D.A. shoots a man in her bed.

Imagine that!
- It was self-defense.

Oh yes?
If it's so open and shut,

why am I looking at two dead Omens?

I don't know, you'd have
to ask a dead guy.

Well, maybe that dead guy
is already talking.

The results of her rape exam:
she had semen inside her.

But not a trace of semen
on her sheets or on him.

She had sex tonight.
But not with him.

You know...

There is a rumor that she's
more than your Assistant D.A.

Are you asking if I was
with her in the last 12 hours?

You've had your free throw,
my crew is moving in.

- Fourteen shots.
- What?

Your officers, they fired 14
shots into that car,

no return fire from those kids.

The torcher didn't care
if my guys burned alive!

But they didn't, they escaped.
It's gonna look like your cops

killed them in anger,
not self-defense.

- What do you say?
- You've got eight incidents of brutality

going under investigation
and you just survived the Galligan Inquiry.

I'd think you want a break.

- What do you want?
- Dawn. I want until dawn.

You know, you go on T.V.,

you're the man who will
clean up this city. Which means

I'm not doing my job.
And you want privileges here tonight?

Well, guess what?
You're in my house tonight.

- What is that?
- Why you're gonna give me till dawn.

March 12. I know what went down,
I know who was there,

the officers involved
and who covered it up for them.

You think a head start
is gonna save you?

Look, I've got a gas leak
on the south west side.

Four thousand sleeping people
have to be gotten out of bed,

put out on the street behind barricades
in the worst neighborhood of this city

and I gotta make sure
nobody gets killed.

How long do you think that's gonna take?

- Because, that's how long you've got.
- Dawn.

Just give me until dawn.

Eight hours ago,
your lady asked us to drop

charges on one Jeffrey Sykes.
Any idea why?

- Jeffrey Sykes?
- Oh, yeah, I almost forgot.

He's an Omen.

Jeffrey Sykes. He was arrested
2 days ago. I want everything on him.

I'll run his priors.

Yo, motherfucker,
where are you going?

If you think "5 AM" is gonna stay
a secret, you've got it wrong.

If she knows what's going down,
then so do you.

Do you think you can hide
behind her? Well, you can't.

Gas leak.
Take Foster...

Isaac Duparde called me.

Four hours before he died,
he left me a message.

He said, if you know about "5 AM",
then I know about "5 AM".

Why does he think I know about
something I don't know?

He was he delusional?
A paranoid schizophrenic?

He imagined an intimate relationship
between us that did not exist!

I don't know why he called you.

An hour ago, the Omens tried to
burn down Isaac Duparde's house.

Jeffrey Sykes.

An Omen.
You tried to get him released today.

- Why?
- Insufficient evidence.

I'd like to go home now.

It obviously means nothing to you,
but I was raped.

Then why does the rape test
only confirm

that we were together this afternoon?
- I told you.

He didn't live to finish.

- You don't believe me?
- I want to.

Make it possible for me, Nora.

You know me.

If a Prosecutor knows anything,
is that nobody knows anybody.

Most people, the Internet
search engines know more about them

than their loved ones.
- So, if I'm lying,

what's my motive?

How do I know this was self-defense?

Would it be in your political interest
to be romantically linked to a murderer?

If I were you, I would be
looking for self-defense...

As it happens... you're in luck.
It was.

Jeffrey Sykes is in an Omen cell
over in West Foster.

Busted two days ago with a
suitcase full of Angolan diamonds.

Let's go, Jeffrey,
time for photo op!

- Say cheese, Mr Sykes.
- Smile, Jeffrey!

My eyes!

Can't see? It doesn't matter. It's just
for Danny Looden to see that we're friends.

That way when I put the word
on the street, he'll believe me.

- Believe what?
- That you cut a deal to set him up

in order to save your own ass.

Business degree from NYU
with a minor in English Lit,

kid from a previous marriage,
negotiated purchase of arms from Pakistan.

I have hay fever.
They won't give me any Kleenex.

They tell me to wipe my nose
in my sleeve. That's nasty!

Business degree, English Lit,
hay fever...

You can't take life in here,
can you, Jeffrey?

Nora Timmer tried to get you
released nine hours ago. Why?

What's going down at
5 AM, Jeffrey?

Listen to me...

You tell me or these photos are going
to hit the street within an hour.

Danny may or may not buy it, but it
doesn't matter. He'll kill you anyway,

just so he can sleep better. Why did
Nora Timmer tried to get you released?

I don't know man, ask her.
She works for you.

I'm asking you.

You know too much?
She doesn't want you to go to trial?

Why?

- What did he say?
- He speaks four languages.

I think he said "fuck you"
in one of them.

So I got this idea for a cop show.

A guy works the night desk,
at a precinct.

But what nobody knows
is that by day,

he's a contract killer.

He's schizophrenic.

When he's working the night shift,
he doesn't know he's a contract killer.

When he's out killing people,
he doesn't know he's a desk sergeant.

What do you think?

I think it's genius.

Something you might
want to help me write up?

I'll tell you...
If you need me,

I'm going to be right over there.

What I got on Luther Pinks.

You're a cop?

Was. I quit.

What the fuck is this,
a living room?

He said his back was hurtin',

and that the light was hurtin' his eyes.

Detroit cop.
Worked gang territory.

Two bullets in the line of duty.
A decorated cop quits,

comes back to his hometown
to work the night shift at a record store?

The way you ran out of here,
I almost got the impression

you didn't want to hear
the rest of my story.

- The rest of your story...
- Yeah, that was just an appetizer.

You might want to get yourself
a comfortable chair like I've done.

The first night,

after they did it,

she said something

Your cousin...

he was busted eight days ago
for drugs.

Third strike.

So, what do you know about it?

He's facing 30 years.

The lawyer said he could get him 20.

Your aunt owns a property
in West Claremont.

On a good day,

the market value for what she owns
is a little over 1 million.

She has refused to sell it for $ 1.3.

Tomorrow, your aunt will be offered
900.000 for the property.

Tell her to take it.

If she does,
her son will never go to trial.

Who are you?

Someone who can
make that promise.

And do some breakfast.

And the lunch.

So, now he knows what
the $500 car rides are for...

But why is she so interested
in real estate?

He has got a lot of questions
on his mind, and not a lot of answers.

She takes a shower,

so my man starts looking around.

During the night, she told him
her mother was the cocoa,

her dad was the milk.

She is bi-racial.
So what?

That's the thing.

Nobody in her family looks
any darker than Celine Dion

after a bad day at the beach.

My man's thinking, maybe there's
some Mediterranean in her blood,

but the closest her family
has been to Africa

was Whitney Houston's greatest hits.

He keeps his little secret.

If she wants to be a wigger,
that's cool.

Why would a white woman
want to be black?

Why would a Gerry
want to be Geraldine?

Do you have any explanation for that?

The looking for the soul

you were born with.
- Do you know what I'm smelling?

You smell it, Chet?

As a D.A., you become a connaisseur,

because you smell it
every waking hour of the day.

Not just bullshit!
Every kind you can imagine!

Cow shit, pig shit, chicken shit!

And I'm smelling a sample platter.

Nora Timmer won an award from the NAACP.

This one day I went to
see my cousin.

She owns a beauty parlor
on West National.

There she was, Mariah Carey herself,

smelling like mango.

Her has got a kick,
but not at the roots.

The law needs us.
It's the time to be a "sister".

Jurors on inner city crimes
are 60% black.

They need blacks prosecuting.
That makes her D.A. bait.

Sister's going to rise, but
I don't think any of that matters to her.

You see, poppies, I think you got
a head job in there, who thinks she is black.

What's the matter?
Can't imagine someone leaving

the race of white people
for the life of Michael Jordan?

Of course, that means your office
was built on a lie, doesn't it?

I saw my face on this the other day

and I though
I wouldn't vote for that guy.

How would you say
something like that?

There's a point in our life
when you realize

that greatness is not going to happen.

So you settle for survival.

I'm just going to have to give you
a face you can vote for.

You could vote for this guy?
Well, you have it.

If you don't like the face
that life has given you,

just choose another one.

Come on... Alright.

- Trick or treat.
- No, leave it on.

Leave it on.

It suits you.

I know what's going on.
I know when someone is lying to me.

Ford...

He wanted me to miss my plane.

He figured the more time I spend
with him, the bigger the story.

They all do.

Bill Clinton made me
miss three flights once.

You tell him if it didn't work
for Mother Teresa,

it's not going to work for him... OK?

OK?

McKenna!

- Was she bleeding?
- No.

Then who was?

So you took two bullets, hum?
Why does a cop getting shot...

make him a hero?

Maybe he's just some
dumb unlucky son of a bitch.

Word is Danny Looden once got shot.

Sat down to have dinner, before he got
the gunshot wounds taken care of.

Even had dessert and a cigar.

Danny is a dead man,

he just doesn't know it yet.
- Nobody knows who Danny is.

You don't even know
if Danny is a man.

Do you believe in ghosts, Luther?

A few years ago,
I got a lead on Danny.

By the time I got there,
he was gone.

Barely.

It was like
he was still in the room.

A ghost... teaching me who he was,

giving me knowledge
of his habits,

his weaknesses...

"Friends"...
Every fucking episode.

And that moment,
I knew Danny was going down.

- Are you a ghost, Luther?
- Why you ask?

Ghosts walk through walls.
They see things that humans don't,

they know too much.

- Like you.
- Maybe Danny is a ghost.

One Omen told me
that Danny was bragging

he'd get right under your nose,
sit down with you, have a conversation,

you wouldn't even know it was Danny.
- You think so?

Given that you don't recognize me
and we've been to parties together.

Sure thing, Ford.
One night 48 hours ago...

The owner is in the Cayman's
so he told my people

that we could use the place.
- The big business

already looking for influence, hum?
- I've never even met the guy,

but maybe I'll influence him.
- I'll leave you to it.

When can we finish the interview?

How about tomorrow night?
I've got some time. Take you around the city.

- Good.
- See you later. Enjoy yourself.

She walked in smelling
like mashed potatoes

and every guy within 30 feet
wanted to be the gravy.

But suddenly, he's the invisible man.

I don't know you here,
you got that?

It's not what you said last night,
and the night before.

And the night before that.

Would you want more?

How many more will have to die
on those stairwells,

before they finally tear them down?

It has nothing to do with the fact
that you want that land, hum?

So do half the people in this room.

Twelve blocks from here, penthouses

are going for over 2 million dollars.

This is the most
undervalued land in the city.

When that project gets thorn down,

today's market development rights
are 500 million.

Well, nobody can develop the southwest
quarter without Danny Looden.

He's been buying up the land
around this project for five years

through his shell companies.

He knows one day
this buildings will be thorn down.

So if the projects are thorn down
before you catch Looden,

that makes him a city father.

The man who can single handedly
redevelop the entire southwest side.

He's going to be waiting a long time.
City politics is going to take

10 or 15 years before
these buildings are thorn down.

How many of them
wake up every day and resent they're...

Born black?

Maybe they just had a hard time
seeing the truth, given their situation.

Blackness is a gift.

It's a strength,
not a deficit.

Oh, really?

There's millions of little white
suburban boys who buy rap,

call each other 'nigger',
dress like gangsters,

why? Why does the white man
want to suck the black man's blood?

Because they know
we've got the pulse.

I'm still working on my drink.
Thanks, brother.

Excuse me?

Your tie is a little crooked.

He's had it...

- He's about to leave when...
- You're late.

- Late?
- We've been waiting.

Waiting?

We can both stop pretending
we don't know why you're here.

Someone pointed you out
or I wouldn't recognize you.

Then it gets weird.

I thought we told you to rent a tux.

So you've got it straight?

Straight.

You get it done,
you walk away...

We don't meet again, Rupert.

But before he can tell them
he's not Rupert...

Somethin' tells him that if he says
he's not Rupert,

he's not walking out of here alive.

It never mind he doesn't know
what he's supposed to do for the 50,000,

or who they think he is.

August 17th,
right before dawn, 5 AM.

- August 17th?
- Saturday morning.

The day after tomorrow.
You said it was the optimum time.

Get him out of here.

After the party, he calls her.

I gotta take it.
But tomorrow, you'll have lunch with me, yes?

He's there, isn't he?

Are you with him?

Is he involved, too?

The day after tomorrow.
August 17th. 5 AM.

You didn't say anything?

They thought I was this Rupert,
and I couldn't tell them I wasn't.

I told them you were Rupert.

That's why they paid you.

You?

So you would have money...

to leave.

Leave?

- Who is this...
- Rupert?

Somebody who couldn't make it to the party,
somebody who was supposed to do the service.

- The service?
- That's all you need to know.

Let me ask why..

I pointed you out.
Mistaken identity.

They don't know what he looks like.

You take this money...

You leave
and you don't come back.

Hey! What happens...

when they find out
that this Rupert didn't get his money?

They will come looking for you

and you will be killed.

Which is why you're leaving tonight.

- You trying to get rid of me?
- You've been obsessing on me.

- Obsessing on you?
- When you saw me with him tonight!

- Who's obsessing on who?
- Look... it's over.

It's over. It's over.

Is that what you want?

You're afraid.

I'm afraid?

Of what this is.

You want it, too.

I can't...

Fuck you!

Look at me.

Look at me.

See?

See?

So, this 5 AM thing...

Is someone going to die?

If you're in town
this time tomorrow.

Please leave tonight.

It's all a game to you, isn't it?

Putting people against each other...

- What other games do you play?
- Games?

Sister Nora...

What are you, Greek? Italian?

- How come you can pounce?
- People evolve.

That include changing your race?

Stay here.

You don't believe me?
Check it out.

Two bodies were found
in a dumpster on West Monroe.

Car keys found in the pocket
of one guy, fit a Camry

two blocks from here.
A piece of paper in the car's ashtray

had Isaac Duparde's name
and address on it.

The car is registered to
City Vista Holdings,

a company incorporated in
the Cayman Islands.

The owner is in the Cayman's, so he told
my people that we could use the place.

The guard says somebody spends
the night, every now and then.

I've never met the owner.

It's on the market.

Look at this.

- The housing project.
- That's the land around it.

Danny's land.

Nobody's going to develop Danny's land,
as long as that project is still there.

You said it yourself, it'll take 10 or
15 years, before that thing comes down.

Then why am I looking at a
model for a new South West Side

with the housing project done?

It's his apartment.

You held a fund raising
in Danny Looden's apartment.

It's a setup.

"Mayor candidate holds fund raising
at gang lord�s apartment."

Who is the middleman?
Who told you it could be used?

- It's nice! Who owns it?
- Jackie Longbow.

- He has a company of real estate.
- I never heard of him.

The weapon she killed him with?
I found it.

The serial number is traced
to a weapon owned by you.

Three shots fired from it tonight.

Two bullets match the ones
found in Isaac Duparde.

- Dawn. I have until dawn.
- I'm not through yet.

She wasn't alone after the shooting,
someone else was there.

He dripped blood on the way out.

How does Danny feel
about you killing his people?

Or did he even know?

- Danny?
- Stop lying to me!

- Please...
- Don't fucking lie.

I'm not the one telling you stories.

Get away from me.

You want a story?
Here is your story.

Isaac Duparde was a fire
that you couldn't put out.

Danny couldn't stand
the heat of your fuck up.

So Isaac was a dead man walking.

You tried to push him out of town before
it happened, but he wouldn't leave.

When you pulled the trigger, you knew it was
just a matter of time before Danny found out.

In that moment,
Isaac's fate was sealed.

- You're insane.
- My semen, my gun.

You and Danny set me up.

Was he there tonight?

Did Danny pull the trigger?

Or did you pull the trigger yourself?

Doesn't matter, either way...

- You killed Isaac Duparde.
- If you were setup...

did you ever stop to think
that I was setup

and that this Luther Pinks
is partnered with him?

Stop.

Somebody on this door, now!

One Omen told me
that Danny was bragging

he'd get right under your nose,
sit down with you, have a conversation,

you wouldn't even know it was Danny.

I want an Army around
that interrogation room!

- Why would he come here, if he's Danny Looden?
- Because he's Danny Looden!

He wants to watch my face
as I realize I can't destroy him

without destroying myself.
- You don't have any proof that it's him.

I'm going to get the proof.

Unless you've changed the channel to
"Die Hard," let me know what's going on.

Come on, Joey!

- Danny? You'll never gonna get him.
- I already got him.

- Are you sure about that?
- I'm sure.

If I give you Danny, me and my kid
will be dead in 24 hours.

If you give me Danny, I'll take you
out of the city under protection.

If you don't, you'll only bee seeing
your kid with bars between you.

Ok, if I do this,
it's going to be my way.

I don't need the witness
protection program.

I can take care of myself
way better than you can.

Take the stairs.

What do you know about Nora Timmer?

Tell me what you know, Jeffrey!

Danny used to call her a "trick of light".

Depending on how the light would hit her,

she almost looked like a "sister".

She was right out of law school
already clerking for your office,

and she was working
the clubs for information

on a gang drive-by when she
met a guy who called himself Leon.

If she needed an inside edge,
Leon could provide.

And did.

She came back for more,
not caring how and why Leon knew so much,

because he was giving her something else...

Authenticity.

- They were lovers.
- For a while.

It wasn't until she saw the deference
with which others treated Leon

that she realized...
- Leon is Danny.

He knew there was something
twisted about that girl,

but he was cool because...

Danny likes twisted.

First, he thought she was a sister
trying to be white.

Michael Jackson nose job,
that sort of thing...

Then he started thinking
it was the other way around.

Maybe she's like the kid
from California who joined the Taliban,

did it to shit on everything
she was raised to be,

betray her own...
So he decides to help her.

He gives her so much aid, she
high jumps to prosecutor of gang crimes.

She prosecutes his enemies.
Even an occasional Omen.

You didn't make
a gang prosecutor, Danny did.

She gave him gifts.

A Tupac cigarette lighter,
six grand at Sotheby's,

His lizard dies,
she gives him a new one.

It's a chameleon.

The perfect camouflage.

She tells him to learn a lesson
of the chameleon,

If his organization is to grow,
it has to be all colors.

Reds, browns, blacks,
whites, and yellows.

She told him to incorporate into the
Cayman Islands to keep the assets moving.

So he tells me to look into it and
I tried, but it had already been done.

She did everything, she made a company,
transferred all the assets...

I looked at the chart and it says

the president is one Jackie Longbow.

If anything happens to Danny,
Jackie Longbow is to manage the assets.

I guess that is Danny's signature.
I don't even know who Jackie Longbow is.

What's going on at 5 AM?

- I don't know about 5 AM...
- Listen to me!

You move his money, you buy his guns
and tell me you don't know about 5 AM?

Listen man, once he knew I was trying
to get out, he wouldn't tell me anything.

- I was cut out.
- But you knew about Nora, didn't you?

Everyone knew about Nora.
She was his bride!

He gets your girl and then turned her
against you, that's not my fault.

He was obsessed about you finding out, too.

He said he'd deliver the message himself.

10-34 Riot in progress.
South Hamilton Street.

Gas leak site, shots fired.

I repeat:
Riot in progress, shots fired.

I'm tellin' you man,
these are Danny's streets.

They're stopping this van
so they can get at me.

- Come on, man. Drive!
- Shut up.

A cop from the 14th shot a looter.
That's what set this all up.

Danny's streets, hum?
Doesn't look like he's in control tonight.

I'm a dead man, I'm dead.

It doesn't matter whether you get me
to the station or not, either way I'm dead!

If anything happens to me,
promise me you'll take care of my kid.

Nothing will happen to you.

Right here. Is that Danny Looden?

Jeffrey, look up.
Is that Danny Looden?

5 AM, what's going down, Danny?

What?

Get up!

5 AM, what's going down?

The riot's getting close,
fucking gas leak!

- A gas leak.
- It's a gas leak.

- I've got a gas leak in the south west side.
- Gas leak.

Without that project,
this land is going to worth what?

500 million.

No one can develop the south
west quarter without Danny Looden.

The housing project is gonna blow!

The housing project is gonna blow!
It's a fix! It's gonna blow.

It's a fix! It's a...!

Yes, it's fixed!
Fixed as in done. It's over.

I handled it myself.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like
to go home. It's been a long night.

It's over...

Let's get the hell out of here.

You got Danny.

Maybe 5 AM isn't anything.

Never was.

They were all evacuated.

How considerate...

The records of City Vista Holdings,

a Cayman Islands corporation,

will reflect that you own shares,
as does the governor,

the Chief of Police and the Mayor.

Regardless of whether they know it or not...

or wanted.

The stocks are held in trust,
for all of you,

but the records will become public
in the event of a trial.

- Blackmail.
- A racist word,

if ever there was one.

Consider it a complication.

Cities, like people, evolve.

Or they die.

They evolve?

If a gangster remade himself
into a industrialist,

isn't that the American way?

No, it's too bad he's not gonna enjoy it.

- You'll never catch him.
- I already got him.

Want to say good-bye?

Wait!

I didn't give him anything against you.

- What?
- Danny, they've got nothing against you from me!

No. No, wait!
She's lying.

He said he wanted to deliver
the message himself.

Your lady asked us to drop charges
against a Jeffrey Sykes, any idea why?

Get her back, here! Get her back!

Alright, who are you?

FBI?

I've been watching her for three months...

- ...and you for the last two.
- Me?!

- Ellsworth Dill?
- Check it out.

- Check it out!
- Cuffs.

Who's Luther Pinks?
He's in the system.

Because we put him there.
He doesn't exist.

We had to see if you were
involved, how much you knew.

How much I knew?

We knew Danny infiltrated your Office,
we didn't know how high.

Why shouldn't we suspect you?

Isaac got the money in a bag
with your name and picture on it

at your fund-raiser.

Danny Looden owns people in almost
every branch of law enforcement,

including the FBI.

You and her were a set.

Six months ago, you prosecuted a guy
who presented as Danny Looden.

Who knew if you were
covering for the real Danny?

What about this game tonight?

How was I to know
unless I played it today?

The record store
was Omen central.

They started staking it
out me undercover.

Then one night,
your girlfriend walked in.

When she started giving Duparde cash,

I started watching him,
to watch her.

Then he told me about her coming on to him
with the real estate deal.

so I knew that
she was working for Danny.

That made us suspicious of you.

When Duparde told me about
the 50,000, I followed him to her house,

but I got there too late.

What about the bleeding?

I was parked in the car, I heard the gunshot,
I jumped over a fence and got cut on it.

Must have dripped on the way into her place,
I didn't know I was leaking.

You could have questioned her then.

And risk not getting you?

She had the story of self-defense
and we let her play.

Yes, but at what cost?

The FBI confirmed.
Ellsworth Dill is theirs.

The prints match.

Ford...

As if I can't hold an FBI man.

How would you know they'd
drag Sykes down there?

Who knew...

I should have seen it coming.

Sykes would ID a three legged dog
as Danny Looden,

if it meant he could walk.

Just as well they killed him.

Saved me the trouble.

Jeffrey Sykes prints.

Match the prints of Jeffrey Sykes.

So he got into the system and flipped them.

He was 12 years old?

In 1983, Jeffrey Sykes was printed.
Prints match.

Somebody left this for you.

Ford...

How dumb can a brother be?

Now, the brother knows
that the pocket you're in

ain't always the pocket you're in.

You could have told me what you had
going down at 5 AM, Danny.

- As a sign of respect.
- And spoil the surprise?

Now Ford knows who owns the city.

How did you know
I wasn't just playing a rat?

Trying to find out what you had going down
at 5 AM and all that?

I know straight from astray

and you ain't.

You were born a crooked liar, brother.

I can tell.

Otherwise, we wouldn't be talking.

- What's this?
- Keep it.

Thanks, Danny.

- Did you see the woman that was in there?
- She left with the chief ten minutes ago.

The records of City Vista Holdings
reflect that you own shares in it,

as does the Governor, the Mayor
and the current Chief of Police.

Records that will eventually
become public in the event of a trial.

- Blackmail.
- A racist word,

if ever there was one.

The pocket you're in ain't always
the pocket you're in.

I liked that!

The president is one
Jackie Longbow.

If anything happens to Danny,
Jackie Longbow has full rights

to sell or transfer assets.

Take a breath, Danny.

Smell that?

It's a Big Mac.

With a Big Mac,

you never know what's under
all that dressing.

Who's tripping now?

What do we do now?

"We"?

What are you going to do?

Get a realtor's license.

I wouldn't vote for myself, anyway.

So, who was she?

I don't know.

And looking back, she was the one
question I didn't know the answer to.

I should have considered it fair warning.

I got off lucky,

Isaac Duparde didn't.

They never could prove she killed him.

To know she killed him is one thing,
but to prove it, that's another.

Where is she now?

Count on it being a place with
offshore banking and no extradition.

Wherever she is,

I probably wouldn't even recognize her.

In the end,
she became what she always was,

a trick of light.

Is this the first time
in the Cayman Islands, Miss Longbow?

Call me Jackie.