Kuffs Page #2

Your brother's

a friend of mine.

Based on your description, we believe

we've picked up the man who shot him.

I'd like you to come down

to the station with me and I D him.

Okay.

- Why did you shoot my brother?

- Captain.

Let's take the stairs, kid.

Why did you shoot my brother?

- Piss off!

- You're going to jail!

Kid, you don't know sh*t

about sh*t!

Hey, Stuart Burkis

is a thousand an hour.

What is he doing defending

this guy Kane?

I don't know.

Somebody ought to find out.

Kuffs. Peter Coca, D.A.'s office.

How's it going?

You ready?

Sure.

I've already identified

Kane once now, haven't I?

Well, not officially.

Let's go.

Yeah, that's... That's him

right there on the end.

You sure?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.

Captain, can I see you a minute?

Sure.

Wait a second. You didn't see him

pull the trigger?

- No.

- I can't hold him.

What do you mean

you can't hold him?

Let me tell you how

it's gonna go down.

This guy Kane, he heard shots.

He runs to the front of the church.

He sees your brother lying there.

There's a gun.

He picks it up.

You burst through the doors.

He thinks you're the gunman.

Wait. He thinks

I'm the gunman?

Let me finish!

He thought you were the gunman who was

gonna come back and kill him, so he ran.

That's if he admits he was in

the church in the first place. He hasn't.

The priest didn't see anything.

There's no corroborating witnesses.

There's no fingerprints

on the gun.

It's your word against his.

He's about to tell me that the guy

that shot my brother is gonna get away.

He's the lawyer.

Would you excuse us?

I want to talk

to Kuffs alone.

He may be guilty, kid, but

guilt's what I can prove. I'm sorry.

The hospital just called.

Brad's dead.

Jes...

Are you sure?

Yeah.

I pulled your brother's file.

He left you his district.

That means that you now own

the right, along with the police,...

to protect and serve

the citizens of District 33.

And you have the right

to solicit funds for those services.

You own Brad's district.

You can do what you want with it...

rent it, lease it, sell it.

You don't have to tell me

right away, but soon.

I'm sorry.

He was a good man.

Hello?

Hello.

George.

George, is this you?

George?

Look, George, if this is you,

I don't want to talk to you.

George, is this you?

Where are you?

You okay?

George?

Well, "broski," this is

the nicest spot I could find you.

I don't believe

what happened.

They, uh... They caught

the son of a b*tch that killed you.

Then they let him go.

I have no idea

what to do about that.

I don't think I, uh,

ever really told you this

while you were alive, but...

I love you.

Excuse me.

Mr. Kuffs?

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