NAPOLITANO
That's my car.
DUVANE
They found traces of Scottish peat in the trunk. The same substance that suffocated those three victims.
NAPOLITANO
No one's gonna buy that.
DUVANE
Your fingerprints will soon be found at the Davis murder scene. They're on the way now, straight from tonight’s dinner dishes.
NAPOLITANO
Yeah? That doesn't surprise me with you, Duvane. Good luck with that.
He starts to go.
DUVANE
I'm aware you have your friends in City Hall, but it's like Chief Hoovler says -- "no one's above the law."
Seething, Napolitano begins to realize the extent of Duvane's reach.
DUVANE
Of course it needn't come to that.
He puts a solicitous hand on the mayor's shoulder.
DUVANE
Take a day or so. Think about that alternate route.
He turns to go, but Napolitano grabs his robe.
NAPOLITANO
Duvane --
The Prefect turns back, and Napolitano clocks him with a right to the jaw, knocking him sprawling to the floor.
NAPOLITANO
I thought about it.
He stalks out, slowing only to raise a defiant middle finger to one of the video cameras tracking his every move.