Lakeview Terrace Page #3

But...

You'll...

Thanks.

Chris, wait. Hold it.

Be right with you, wait a minute. All right?

Let me take you on patrol with me,

show you the neighborhood.

Okay.

Sure the neighbors appreciate this.

Well, not everybody up here's

somebody you wanna live next to.

Like who?

This guy here, for instance.

Sakorsky, Sakwasky, whatever.

Beats on his wife.

I told her to come straight to me, but...

You know, she didn't have to live that way.

Did she...

Well, other people's relationships.

You think somebody

shouldn't be with somebody,

but you can't say that to their face,

now can you?

Yup.

Over here, now, got some dealing going on,

I think, you know?

Pills, weed, maybe a little coke, meth.

A lot of coming and going.

Interesting thing is

guy's got a different car

in the driveway every week.

Maybe he's a car dealer.

So what'd they tell you about the hillside?

Behind the house?

Said there was a slide 10 years ago,

county reinforced it, and now they're

clearing it out for condos or whatever.

Yeah. Hope they knew what they were doing.

Look, Abel, we're here. Okay?

And we're counting

on being here a few years.

We really want this to be our home.

- Raise your family?

- Yeah, eventually.

Don't wanna rush it, though, right?

Whenever we decide, that's our choice.

You and your wife?

Who else's would it be?

It's a brave new world.

How's that?

You know, I got nothing against you. Or her.

LAPD. I work with all kinds.

I'd lay my life down for those guys.

- "All kinds?"

- But that's where I work.

This is where I live.

I'm trying to raise these kids by myself.

Teach them to respect themselves

and the people they come from.

So I don't need you or your lady

putting your bedroom scenes

out here for them to see.

I don't think they're ever going to forget that

little synchronized swimming exhibition.

Me, either.

Look, Abel, I'm sorry. I...

Maybe there's places where that's okay.

And maybe that's where you ought to live.

Hey.

They saw us. Last night.

- What do you mean?

- In the pool.

Him, the kids...

Oh, my God. I'm mortified.

Well, I don't think he likes us anyway.

Well, honey,

it's not the best first impression.

No, I mean, I don't think he likes

the idea of us together as a couple.

Did he say that?

In so many words.

- Then why would you say that?

- Because I just know.

It's not like your dad's my biggest fan.

Okay. There's a leap.

No, I... Just something I picked up on.

- Because your parents are perfect.

- My parents love you.

Oh, yeah, they must, because they say it

to my face every time they see me.

That's a little harsh.

Come on, we said we wouldn't do this,

remember?

You are making assumptions about this guy.

You don't even know him.

I just walked around

the entire neighborhood with the guy.

I think I know him better than you do.

Chris, you don't know him.

- Oh, come on.

- You don't.

- You're right.

- Whatever.

No, look. You're right.

I don't know him.

Guess I never will.

- I'm off to bed.

- Okay.

He's still not gonna shut off the lights.

Lis, where's your bathroom?

Down the hall, to the right.

I'll get it.

- Abel.

- Chris, hey.

Welcome. Nice jacket.

Yeah, I like it.

Mr. Turner, I'm Lisa, Chris' wife.

Abel, please.

And where are your kids?

They could not come.

- I'll take a drink, though.

- Okay.

Right this way. What are you having?

Anything wet.

Well, we have a lot of that.

- Wet and cold.

- Okay.

- Hey, Chris.

- What?

You hit the total jackpot, man.

I so want to date a black girl.

I'm working my way up, though,

doing the Pacific Rim thing right now,

if you get what I mean.

Well, good luck with that.

You know, I heard something

on the news about fires.

- Where?

- Around Santa Clarita.

- It's global warming.

- Totally. This is not even normal.

Yeah. We gotta study the problem further.

Don't wanna jump to conclusions.

Wouldn't be right.

He's right. It wouldn't be right.

Code red. Blue state.

A hundred-something degrees?

It's snowing at the South Pole.

And it's hot in Africa.

What? I just mean that's normal, right?

Anyway, there is an awful lot of

evidence piling up, so...

That something you studied up

at Berkeley, Chris?

No, Abel, just something I'm interested in.

Oh, so you're not an expert?

I mean, you work for, like,

a grocery store chain

or something like that, right?

Yeah, with a pretty strong

environmental agenda.

Timeout. Debate over.

I don't even know what that means.

- Well, what do you do, Abel?

- I am a police officer.

- Oh, you are?

- Yes, sir.

Well, Chris, hide the pot.

Not the pot I'm worried about.

It's those cigarette butts he keeps

flicking over the fence so the wife won't see.

Dude, you're so busted.

Really?

Where do you patrol, Abel?

I'm assigned to

the Valley Bureau of the LAPD,

over near Panorama City.

You know where that is?

Yes. I think.

Been there?

- Never been.

- Come on down.

We'll show you some things.

Like how to be an a**hole.

I'm sorry,

is there something you wanna say?

No.

But you seem to have an opinion about

law enforcement. I'd like to hear it.

- Oh, let's talk about something else.

- Oh, no, no, no.

We could talk about something else,

but I think your friends

wanna talk about this.

I just find that there's an attitude.

You know, a kind of aggressiveness

when you deal with them.

Which I can certainly understand.

I'm sorry, Miss...

- Eden.

- Eden.

Well, Eden, when you're getting

jacked outside your loft

and Dubya here doesn't have

the energy to stop it,

we'll see about sending

the nice police over to help you.

That's if it's not too late.

- Oh, what is this?

- White zinfandel.

- It's very refreshing.

- Oh, good.

Well, it's getting late.

Chris, Lisa, thanks for inviting me.

It's been enlightening.

Night, all.

Don't drink and drive.

What time is it?

Yeah, let's go.

That's fresh dill.

Abel, hold on.

Look, the cigarettes, I'm sorry.

I wasn't thinking. I apologize.

But in front of my wife?

That's really not cool.

You didn't like that?

No, I didn't.

And whatever it is about me,

or us, that bothers you,

we gotta figure out a way to deal with this.

All right?

So, what do you propose?

- What?

- What's your agenda?

My agenda is...

Can't we all just get along?

Oh, not Rodney King.

You playing the race card?

Come on, man, this is getting a little

out of hand, I mean...

I need you to back off.

Back off?

Yeah, a little.

Or what?

See, you keep saying stuff like that.

Like we're not welcome here,

we should move.

But we're fitting in just fine.

Says who?

Maybe you're the one with the problem.

- I don't smoke.

- You know what?

I said I was sorry. Just stay out of my life.

Stay out of your life?

You have a good night, Chris.

Jesus...

What is it with this neighborhood?

It's like they hate us.

Oh, honey? Is that the Prius?

Honey, do you see anything?

No. Hit the lights.

Okay.

Hey, babe? Did you leave this door open?

No.

Oh, sh*t.

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