Eloise Page #2

he decided to take his own life.

With a straight razor.

I didn't know.

( OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING )

( SIGHS )

( SOFT MUSIC PLAYING )

( DOG BARKING )

( WATCH TICKING )

When things got really bad,

he decided to take his own life.

( EERIE MUSIC FADES UP )

Holy sh*t!

What the f*** are you doing

with that razor?

You scared the sh*t out of me.

What the f*** are you

doing in a ski mask?

Look, I saw the lights on,

took a chance.

Look, I was f***ing with you, okay?

Did you hear about my old man?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

- Yo, man.

Oh, you scared of a little

straight razor?

Come on!

( LAUGHING )

What's up, man, how you doing?

I'm good, man.

Yeah, I can see, you're like

the GQ of delinquency.

Thugs can have style, too...

thugs can have style.

( MUSIC PLAYING )

What can I get ya'?

I will have a Last Word.

Wait, if you don't know how to make it,

I mean, I can show you.

I'm a pretty good bartender myself.

Beer is good, too.

Uh... just two Atwaters, please.

I'm gonna need to see some ID.

Really? I'm like 30.

Awe, just a baby.

Sit anywhere, I'll find you.

It's a tradition around here.

The birthday boy buys everyone a round.

Oh sh*t.

Yeah!

Really? That's a great tradition.

( CROWD CHEERING )

Happy birthday. Man, I didn't

know it was your birthday.

It's not, it's tomorrow.

Anyway, what's up with

you, man? How's work?

I've been straight for like,

what? Two years now.

You've been straight for two

years? Running around with

a ski mask on, huh?

I got smarter, you know,

I no longer wear them

in bars, you know?

You evolved, that's nice, man.

But you right, I'm still running it.

You know...

Got something hanging

over my head right now.

Like what, some money sh*t?

Come on, man, it's always a money thing.

[JACOB] How much?

20 G's.

20 G's? Holy f***, man,

what were you doing?

F***, I'm in some deep sh*t, man.

Well, look, I might be coming

into some money.

Might be able to help you out.

What, 20 G's worth?

Yeah... more like 1.2 mil.

- Bullshit.

- No bullshit.

You just got 1.2 laying

around the house?

F***ing love my white friends.

Are you serious?

At least that's what I'm hearing

from my father's lawyer anyway.

So, how do you get it?

I have to get this death

certificate for some aunt...

I didn't know I had.

Her name's Genevieve.

Here take a look.

She was locked away in that

mental hospital, Eloise,

right outside Detroit, you know?

Yeah, yeah, that place closed

down like, what, 30 years ago?

It burned down, right?

That's what I thought, man,

but there's still a couple

old buildings there,

just a bunch of files.

All I have do is swing

by there tomorrow, pick it up,

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