Lila and Eve Page #4

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What makes you think

he'll tell us anything?

No. No. What if someone... We can't!

We won't. Not unless we have to.

If I want to eat my french fries

on the way home, I'm gonna.

No. What are you gonna do?

I guess I'll get my Tina on.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Yo, yo. Don't come up

on nobody like that.

I just got a question.

- I know you?

- No, but you know Ray.

What's it to you if I do?

What you want from me?

A name.

The corner that you work,

there was a drive-by last month.

- Someone's responsible. That name.

- Look. Get the f*** out my face.

I want a name!

Is this a joke?

I want a name! Give me that name

right now or I swear I'm gonna shoot...

What did you do?

What was I supposed to do?

You saw. He came right at me.

He's somebody's child.

He tried to kill us! Come on. Let's go.

Go!

- All we wanted was a name.

- But we did get one, didn't we?

Donelle Peete. I mean,

it's not the right name, but it's a lead.

And his phone.

His phone's gonna have more names.

- We can leave a tip for that detective.

- He'll know my voice.

He didn't know your face.

He won't know your voice.

Look. I know you're

freaked out right now.

But I know you feel lighter.

Stephon.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Don't leave me yet.

You hear me? You don't leave me yet.

You don't leave your mama yet.

Okay?

Now wake up.

You wake up, Stephon.

You hear me?

You hear me?

Breathe.

Wallet's gone, watch isn't.

Rolex.

The shooter left a Rolex?

The dummy also left a pocketful of pills

containing a felonious substance.

Felonious?

I catch you with that big-word dictionary

again, I'm gonna beat you to death with it.

- Where the hell's forensics?

- You know the drill. It's the ghetto.

That means they get here

when they feel like it.

Can't blame them. It's a simple ATM case.

Insert gun, pop, pop, pop, extract cash.

He took a cellphone and left the drugs?

And no shell casings anywhere.

- Got to be a revolver.

- No, I got it.

It's the conductor of the symphony orchestra,

and he hid the casings in his opera cape.

Smartass. Columbo got it done.

- Yeah, Columbo's old as sh*t.

- No. That's what he wants you to think.

So while you're busy making fun of him,

he's solving the crime.

No, no, no. I get the whole theme of it,

but I'll be the first one to tell you,

the sh*t don't hold up.

Saw it on TV Land last night. Lots of guys

in plaid jackets and wide-ass ties.

Is that what you do when you're not

on the job? TV Land?

Don't act like you don't know.

You know the married life.

Like a broken record.

Where the hell's forensics?

I'm headed out to school.

I know you're angry

about your brother. And I am, too.

But, Justin, you will not ever put

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