3. Not for Attribution (第5季)【完整台词】

You know, building a church for some folk, a schoolhouse for some other folks, all kind of good shit like that.

And what else y'all building? - A hospital.

- Hospital, yeah.

Except they been building that mess for about ten years now, - and nothing ever actually get finished.

- How you gonna clean my money? Got accounts at some of the banks down there.

Donations come in as cash, cashier's checks come out.

Tiny-ass Caribbean island don't truck with no subpoenas, - no court orders, none of that.

- You pay ten on the dollar.

Anything beyond that depends on your generosity, to save those who want to be saved.

I'm back.

I can see that.

Again.

I saw your text message on my cell phone today, it took me a minute to remember who the hell you were.

- It ain't been that long.

- Shit.

When you left, I was still covering the labor beat.

We ain't had a labor reporter around here in three years.

Yeah, well, now you the big, bad city editor, and I'm whoring myself for politicians.

You got out just at the right time too.

- That bad, huh? - Chicago is killing us.

One buyout after another.

I can't even begin to think what our next round of guild negotiations is gonna be like.

Well, enough of me crying.

What are you selling tonight, dear Norman? Carcetti's planning to shitcan Burrell.

He's talking to people and considering replacements.

City hall source? Who's the leading candidate? Rawls, deputy for operations, might have the job for a few months, but there's a frontrunner from deeper in the department.

Cedric Daniels.

It's been a while since I've been on the street there, Norman.

- Who's this Daniels? - Chief of detectives.

Polished.

Holds a law degree.

Brought closure to some high-level cases.

His ex-wife got herself elected to the council last go-round.

I always liked photos with my stories.

And this is aimed at who? Huh? The ministers? Nerese? You want to see if they can live with this fella here, right? A'ight.

From one whore to another.

Whoa, what the fuck? Check this shit out.

Beautiful.

Holy shit.

Look at this motherfucker.

Hit him with the spot.

CID.

Figures, don't it? Where y'all need to go? - Down Six Flags.

- You talkin' round trip? Run you 200 plus gas.

Where you at? I got 150, gas included, if it even get us there.

Don't be fretting on the ride now.

This motherfucker tried and true.

A'ight.

I got half when we get there and half on the way back.

I guess you're not up for a story.

- I need something worked on right away.

- What do you got? Mayor's thinking about firing the police commissioner.

- He's floating the idea anyway.

- No problem.

I'm all over it.

What do you know about Daniels? - Who is he? - A CID commander.

Came out of the Eastern DEU, married to the Daniels that won the council seat in '06.

Brought in a couple of big wiretap cases, they gave him the Western, hoping to clean up that district after they shitcanned Bunny Colvin.

Since getting separated, he's been shacked up with Ronnie Pearlman over at the state's attorney's office.

No suction early in his career, but now that he's got Carcetti's ear, now the brass stay out of his way.

What's the man's favorite color? - You sure? - Yeah, what the hell? I'm already on the clock.

- Ops bureau.

- Hi, darlin'.

It's Roger Twigg with the Sun papers.

- Hey, Roger.

- Is the deputy around? - Sure.

- Thanks, hon.

Hey, an hour or two, I'd have had it surrounded.

No doubt.

While Mr.

Deadwood here's working the story, see if you can feed him some react quotes.

A generous gift but your money, the money you bring me I don't need.

Money is money.

What's the difference who bring it to you? It's dirty money.

It stinks.

- We ain't in the same business? - The bills are from the street.

They're dirty, you understand? Everything runs through Joe.

Everything is clean with Joe.

Ain't a problem.

Good.

Goodbye.

Hey, Bunk.

What kind of knot you say was on that red ribbon? - The one on the homeless guy's wrist.

- Fuck yourself with your red ribbon.

Just thought of something.

I caught a vagrant months back had a red ribbon tied around his wrist.

You remember that? Helluva catch, Detective.

Helluva of a catch.

Can I see your file? Homicide? Nope, just missed him.

Won't be back until about four.

Clean bills? You mean laundered, right? - I just showed you how - Nah, nah.

He mean clean, like the money straight out the bank and shit.

All lookin' nice.

See, people ain't right.

Here you are tryin' to pay a motherfucker, an' all he worried about is what the money look like.

Normally, my fee for this would be 20 on the dollar.

You need this back today too.

Might ordinarily charge more, but seeing as how we co-op, no charge.

Speaking of co-op, tell them niggers that got burnt I'm givin' away 50 for a line on Omar's people.

His sister, his me-maw, some faggy he be with.