Illegal Tender Page #2

This is between

me and Javier,

I can't talk to you, man.

Mind your f***ing business.

Javier,

what the f*** is this?

What the f***!

Put that thing down.

Put the briefcase down!

Caesar,

shoot this motherf***er.

Caesar,

shoot this motherf***er!

Don't f***ing move.

Open that briefcase.

Open that briefcase.

Here's your boy.

(BABY CRYING)

NILSA:

He's so beautiful, Millie.

JESSENIA:

Oh, he looks just like Wil.

Take care of this guy.

You two know

what this is about?

None of our business.

You taking orders

from Javier now?

Yeah.

You don't even know

what's going on here.

You're gonna

let me explain,

or what?

Nothing to explain.

This is between me and him,

just shut the f*** up!

It was wrong,

what you did, Wil.

You passing judgment on me?

This isn't about us.

You should have done

the right thing, Wil.

Look, I have a kid coming.

You gonna do me like this?

You should have

considered your kid,

not us.

Don't do this.

Don't you f***ing do,

don't f***...

I knew this much was

gonna happen.

This is the life he wanted,

this is what happens.

I told him not to go!

I told him not to go.

Yo, you gotta hear this,

you gotta hear this.

Joey, what's up?

You need to know, Millie.

I had nothing to do

with what happened to Wilson.

He was my compadre.

I loved him.

Look,

I don't want to hear it.

But that f***ing Caesar.

I think he had

something to do with it.

I'm hearing a lot of sh*t

out there in the street.

What are you hearing, Joey?

Tell me.

You're in danger.

You and the baby.

But, look,

it's gossip, people talk.

Look, let him finish!

Jessenia, please,

can you let him talk?

I'm having a conversation,

here, okay?

You gotta get out

of this neighborhood.

You gotta go.

Okay.

Thank you, Joey.

You need me for anything,

I'm on the block

in front of Lugo's.

You call me.

All right.

Anything.

Okay.

Oh, my son.

(BABY CRYING)

Don't you worry

about anything.

I'll protect you.

Hey, Joey.

Hi, nenas.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING

ON CAR RADIO)

(CAR ALARMS BEEPS)

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING

ON EARPHONES)

I know who she's going for.

I'm not bringing nobody.

GIRL:
Who are you

going for?

I don't tell, but I do.

'Cause y'all talk

too much.

Oh, come on,

this is not high school.

Ana.

You know what I'm saying?

Wilson.

How was the test?

That bad?

I couldn't finish it.

It was hard as f***.

Statistics is like anything.

It's just numbers.

To you, maybe.

To me it's like hieroglyphics

married to codes and symbols.

Well, bring it by the house

and we'll review it together.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

What's wrong?

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

MILLIE:
Well, that's what

she said all the time,

the lost art of cooking.

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