Lila and Eve Page #3

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Sh*t, give it a facelift. You know,

I used to be an interior decorator.

I could help you.

I don't know. I'm going back

to work next week part time.

I don't know if I want to be

spending money fixing this place up.

Please. It won't cost nothing

to pull up this nasty-ass carpet

and burn it with the trash.

It was here when I moved in.

I never much liked it, but...

Let's pull it up.

You know, sometimes, they got some

real nice hardwood floor underneath here.

- Right here in the corner.

- I don't know why Justin keeps his bookbag...

See? It's already peeling up

here in the corner.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You know, maybe he was...

maybe he was scared.

Maybe he was angry.

Maybe he just wanted to protect you.

Why would... why would he do...

do something like that?

What is he supposed to do?

His big brother gets killed, and the guys

who did it, they're still out there.

Well, I can't do anything about that.

But what if you could?

Would you?

Of course I would. Who wouldn't?

You know, with my little girl,

it was just like you.

They told me I couldn't

do anything, to wait.

So I waited.

And nothing happened.

Come on.

What?

Trust me. Justin's asleep

in his bed. He's safe.

Let's go for a ride.

I want to show you something.

It's over there, right?

That's where Stephon was...

And they got another dealer

out there just like that.

He's got to be working for somebody.

Denzel's on the trail

of a kidnapper in this one.

I got my own movie to go to.

- Who are these friends?

- You met them before.

- There's some I haven't met.

- And you're never gonna meet those.

Yeah. They'd call this house day and night

when you were in eighth grade.

Hi. Can I please speak to Stephon?

So, what's up with you and that

neighbor Ben? The plumber man.

All right. All righty.

These friends you're meeting tonight,

is any of them your regular girl?

Nah. They all know

who my regular girl is.

Oh, please. I'm not falling for that one.

That's just so whack.

Whack? You...

- Whack.

- Please don't start using my words.

- All right. Have fun. What time is it?

- Please. I'm 18. Come on.

I don't care if your 18.

11:
00, please, Stephon.

- Peace, Just.

- See you, Stephon.

- All right. You, me, and Denzel, baby.

- Yeah. Like always.

Detective said he needs a name.

Let's get one.

- "Let's get one"? Let's go home.

- No.

At the meeting, you started

to say what you wanted.

I just want justice for the ones

who took my son.

So let's get it.

I just can't go over there and ask.

It's a street. It's crowded.

You know what?

Everyone goes home sometime.

That's him.

Hey. The twins ain't here.

I got the food. I'm coming home.

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