I Am the Night

This my cousin Fauna.

- This is Nero. - Want to give me a kiss.

Nero, bad apple, rotten tree.

Something is up.

You run with those dogs again, they'll bury you 10 feet deep.

I mean, Hodel might be a lot of things...

but he sure as hell isn't the bogeyman.

Hello. I'm Fauna.

I'm George's granddaughter.

Come to find my real mother, Tamar.

You're not black.

You're a lair.

Tamar got sent to a convent.

They hide you till the baby's born, and then... whoosh!

You never see her again.

Do you have a favorite?

Now you're anonymous. I don't feel anonymous.

Good evening, gentlemen.

There you are.

Are you ready for tonight?

Do you like what's on the menu?

Hello, my angel.

Tamar.

Tamar, are you dreaming again?

Take this kiss upon the brow...

and in parting from you now...

thus much let me avow...

you are not wrong,

who deem that my days have been a dream.

Yet if hope has flown away,

in a night or in a day,

in a vision or in none...

is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem...

is but a dream within a dream.

Hey, you all right?

Oh.

Come on in here, let me buy you a drink.

So nice to finally meet you.

Look, I can explain some things to you should know about.

I know things.

Ma'am, are you okay?

It's not really safe for you to be by yourself

in this neighborhood, ma'am.

I'm happy to help you. Maybe you need a ride home?

No, thank you, Sir.

This is my home.

You and the roaches.

LAPD, get up! Get your ass up!

Oh, shit, what...

Don't worry, cupcake, you're not under arrest.

- Right there, right there! -

Oh!

What seems to be the problem, officers?

Tough guy. Don't get so sharp you chop off your own fingers.

Hey, champ, you see this? What a psycho.

You jerk off to these, huh? These your pin-up girls?

Okay. Let's go.

Bring the pervert.

Okay. Okay, okay. All right. Okay.

Come on.

You're not black, you boring girl.

Ernest, stop.

That damn phone!

- Xander, you need some bacon? - Let me tell you...

Without Willie Mays and Koufax making peace,

they'd still be fighting at Candlestick.

- Marichal is a son of a gun. - Boys,

- They need to arrest that fool. - You need some more bacon?

- No, ma'am, coffee for me. - Yes, please, Big Momma.

Fauna, you find your grandma yesterday?

- The white one? - Yeah, I did.

And?

You ever seen a weird, ugly white man hanging around?

Drives a Buick?

All white men is ugly.

Got that right.

Mmm, not that Mick Jagger.

He got some brother in him.

His lip is all big at the bottom.

Agh!

You know, they say only the guilty ones fall asleep.

It's the innocent ones who are too nervous.

You got me, I did it.

What did I do?

I know what I'm looking at.

I just twigged it.

Oh, yeah?

Failure.

You're just another hack out there chasing a hustle.

One worn out decent suit, the rest cheap crap.

Hiding behind a garbage can with a camera.

I'm a journalist.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, you're a regular Ed Murrow,

not some loser shit-bird.

I know what I'm looking at.

I've seen guys like you get made.

Is that right?

You're just so scared.

And all that hate you got in you, it's just... fear.

And the more fear there is, the more hate until you're just a...

sack of hate...

hiding behind a badge...

hurting people.

What do you know about hate, cupcake?

Oh, I know everything there is to know about hate.

Oh, yeah, right. Right, I remember now.

You was a soldier. Korea.

You see, the thing about soldiers in my experience,

is they like to play tough.

But without orders, they just fall apart.

Maybe we'll find out someday.

Maybe we'll find out today.

What's on your mind, pal?

You keep turning up in the wrong places, cupcake.

Whatever you're sniffing on

got you running in the wrong direction.

And I feel like I've already warned you.

So now what do I do?

Oh, and by the way, you think you're slick?

You ain't slick.

The ex-wife caught you following her and gave us your plates.

What?

Not the greatest tail man in the world, are we?

Anyways, I don't necessarily think it's a good idea

to send a message, but I'm just the messenger.

Personally, I think we'd be better off without you.

So the question...

and this is at my discretion...

is what does it take

to get a message across to a smart-ass?

Is it a finger?

Is it an eye?

Probably a finger doesn't mean a great deal

to a genuine war hero like yourself...

so I think it needs to be an eye.

What happened?

Not so chatty anymore?

Now, hold still, 'cause this is gonna really, really hurt.

You gonna kick me? Kick me?

See, you thought you knew everything there was to know about hate.

I want to teach you something new about hate today.

- Billis!

- Goddamn it! -

- What?! - Billis, get out here!

Oh, shit!

- -

I don't care how protected this monkey is,

he ain't getting away with this.

What's going on, sir?

That's my investigation through...

Shut up, Billis.

Shut your face, Ohls.

- This ain't your pond. - Enough!

This ain't your pond, neither, son.

This is my Goddamn pond.

You got a charge for that detainee?

- No, Sir. - Hmm, very well.

Without charges, you can remand your suspect

over to Detective Ohls.

Sure thing.

Bunch of Goddamn clowns.