Lakeview Terrace Page #2

You got problems, man. Seriously.

This sh*t aside, you don't see straight.

What you got for me, Clarence?

Give me something other than

this fake-ass Vanilla Ice impression.

I know who popped that kid on Palm Grove.

Leontro Wilson.

He's running with a crew up

in the Baldwin Village.

- You got an address?

- What?

You're the sworn officer.

Go knock on some doors and sh*t.

- Are we done? I got quotas, too.

- Hold, hold, hold, hold.

One thing. One thing.

You get to stay in business

as long as you're useful, okay?

- All right, man, you told me.

- Oh, and one other thing.

No more little girls.

I don't wanna see that sh*t.

Baby ain't too little for me.

Just 'cause they don't scream when you

use them doesn't mean they're not little.

You understand me?

Now bounce.

Prick.

Watch your ass, big guy.

Give me your wallet.

Give up the wallet, man. Give it up!

- Oh, sh*t.

- Come on, hurry up! Give it up!

And turn that sh*t down!

God damn it.

Boy, you got a lot to learn.

What?

Never roll your window down

when somebody does that.

No matter where you are, Chris.

- You scared the hell out of me.

- Well, how else you gonna learn?

- Abel Turner.

- Hey. Yeah, Chris...

Mattson.

Yeah. I was meaning to come over.

- You got a lot on your hands.

- Yeah, well, you know, moving and...

- It's very stressful, you know?

- Yeah.

But you got your mad beats

and your blunt here to help you chill out.

Oh, it's just a cigarette. Organic.

Okay. Not against the law yet.

Well, it is in my house.

I hear you.

So are you a SoCal boy, Chris?

Chicago.

Went to Berkeley on a lacrosse scholarship.

Stayed there after college.

- Doing what?

- I work for Good.

Oh, the enemy of evil.

You a superhero there, Chris?

No, the supermarket chain. Yeah.

They're expanding down here,

so we talked it over...

- You and your wife?

- Yeah, Lisa.

- Is she from Chicago, too?

- No, she's from up there.

- Berkeley.

- Oakland.

Oak-town girl, all right!

Kind of, like, opposites attract.

Well, no, not exactly.

We actually have a lot in common.

Yeah? Like what?

Well...

Rap music.

Well, I like it, she doesn't.

Imagine that.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I'm going to finish my rounds.

You know, I do a little neighborhood patrol

every night, you know?

Oh. Cool.

- Welcome. Good to have you.

- Thanks, yeah. Nice to meet you.

All right.

Say, you know,

you can listen to that noise all night long,

but when you wake up in the morning,

you'll still be white.

- There you are.

- Hi.

How's the water?

Amazing.

- How was your day?

- Awesome.

So I met our new neighbor.

A.T. Abel Turner.

And?

He has a very special brand of humor.

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