Lakeview Terrace Page #5

you understand?

Yes, sir.

- Detective Villareal.

- Yes, sir.

Put some restraints on this young man.

- But do it gently, please.

- Absolutely.

You heard him. Come on.

Let's go. Come on!

Hey.

What are you doing?

You said any time.

Yeah, if your dad said it was okay, Celia.

I have a feeling he didn't.

- How old are you?

- Fifteen.

You're a very brave girl.

Make sure you ask

your dad next time, okay?

Yeah. Right.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

Sure.

- You got me.

- So, in school there's a lot of hooking up.

Okay.

And if a black guy goes out

with a white girl,

his boys are like, "Dawg, you the sh*t. "

Right.

But other way around and they're on you.

"Sister" this, "sister" that.

- Is that what's going on with you?

- There's this guy.

And you like him?

Well, it depends.

How much do I have to like him?

Well, if he's gonna be your boyfriend

you should probably really like him.

Especially if he's white,

because it may not be easy.

But you like who you like, right?

- Yeah.

- All right.

- Hey, what is this?

- Destiny's Child.

- Okay. I think I've heard this.

- You think?

It's nice. I like it.

No, I think I gotta move to this. Wait.

Oh, my gosh! I feel so old.

- Come on, take it.

- No!

You can shuffle around a little bit.

Sure.

Come on. You're not old.

You'll get it. Come on.

No. No, no, no.

You are doing fine for the both of us.

Come on!

Oh, my gosh, you're a great dancer.

- Come on, get down to it. Come on.

- No way!

No! No. Absolutely not. I'm not doing that.

- Remember this one?

- Who taught you that?

- What do you know about that?

- My mom did. My mom taught me that.

- Oh, my God. I feel so old.

- Come on!

Did I give you permission

to come over here?

Abel.

Answer me, young lady.

No, I'm just...

No, I did not give you, my daughter,

permission to come over here

because it matters to me

what you're learning

and who you're learning it from.

Okay, I told her she could come over

- and swim whenever she wanted to.

- Oh, so what I say doesn't matter.

That's not what I meant, Abel.

No, no, no, no, no.

I understand where you're coming from.

I need to be fresh and liberal

and open to what other people think and do,

is that right, Lisa?

- That's right.

- Okay. All right, then.

Well, let's all get crazy.

Let's just get down then, huh?

- What are you doing?

- Forget the rules, huh?

- There are no rules.

- Abel...

We make them up as we go along,

is that right, Lisa? I am right, aren't I?

You've made your point, Abel.

Whatever we wanna do,

that's all right, right?

- That's enough.

- How you say it, baby girl?

- Listen, you made your point.

- Let's get ill! This is sick!

- Okay, Dad! All right!

- This is dope! Let's keep it gangsta! Holla!

What?

It's okay for you to parade around

in your underwear, but not me, huh?

You know what that is?

That's hypocrisy. That's a double standard.

There's no room

in this world for that anymore.

Didn't you teach her that, Lisa?

I mean, you did teach her everything

you know, right?

- No.

- She knows a shitload more than you do.

- Okay, Celia...

- I beg your pardon?

Stop messing with my life!

Telling me what to do,

what to say, what to wear!

You don't know anything about me,

who I am or what I think.

You're just an old man with a badge on

and his pants off.

Okay, Abel, that is not okay.

I'm sorry.

I'm not myself these days.

You know, I'm not sleeping very well.

You have no right to hit her.

Oh, let's you and me have a long discussion

about my parental rights, why don't we?

Get off my property.

Or what?

You wanna call the cops?

Here. I'll tell you who's on duty.

You okay? You're not eating.

My stomach's been funny all day.

You getting the flu?

Just tension.

Maybe he finally got the message.

No lights tonight.

It's nice out here.

This place is gonna look really sweet

by the time we're done with it.

Just about when we're ready

to put it back on the market.

I'm sensing a theme here.

Be honest with me.

You wanna sell this place?

Do you?

Why, I certainly don't want

anyone else deciding that for us.

Not the guy next door. Not your father.

They're not the same person, Chris.

And you don't have to prove anything

to either one of them.

Come on, I know that. Why wouldn't I...

Okay, we'll just let that be your own

little transference deal.

- We won't actually talk about that, I guess.

- What?

That's what you think this is?

Oh, don't get all "I know... "

Come on, you know exactly

what I'm talking about. Don't do this.

I am constantly taking sh*t from

black guys about our relationship.

"Constantly. "

Constantly?

Okay. Whatever. Lisa...

It just gets exhausting

being on the front lines all the time.

You have no idea.

What does that mean?

I'm just gonna go upstairs

and lie down and read my book, okay?

Everything meet with your approval?

You always did keep the place neat.

Just don't seem to enjoy it much anymore.

You just said something nice to me, right?

I mean, sort of?

Hey, baby. You got everything?

Yup. I'm gonna ride

the horse this year, Aunt Dorrie.

- Are you asking or telling?

- Asking.

Well, then I think we can manage that.

- Giddyup, partner. And have fun, okay?

- Okay.

Don't I get a goodbye?

See you.

Can we go?

So, what was all that about?

I don't know. She's 15 and female.

You tell me.

Here.

You can give this back to her

if you want her walking around

like a zombie child for the next two weeks.

What is going on with you, Abel?

I mean, you seemed like you were fine.

Now all of a sudden, I don't know,

you seem different.

I am fine, and I've always been different.

Never been better.

See you, guys. Have fun.

You okay in there?

I'm pregnant.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

I did three of them.

Should we call, or...

What about your pills?

I might have missed a few. Maybe.

Well, either you did or you didn't.

I did. Okay?

So... I did.

I thought we were gonna wait.

You don't always get

to choose this kind of thing, Chris.

Yeah, you do, that's sort of the point.

Come on, you choose to take birth control,

you can read the label and...

- Come on, we had a plan.

- Our plan was to start a family.

I can't believe you're not even

just a little bit happy about this.

- Oh, come on, that's not fair.

- Well, you know, I didn't...

This is not some sort of sneak attack.

Right now,

you want to start a family right now?

Right now? We just moved in!

- I'm sorry. Is it not convenient for you?

- Oh, God! No, come on!

It's not about convenience.

It's a whole different life, you know?

And what life is that, Chris?

The one where you're not married to me?

Come on, Lisa, that's not...

I gotta go to work. I'm late.

Bye.

What's going on, Captain?

Damon Richards. You know him?

And you are?

This is Bronson and Morgada. They're...

Internal Affairs.

Yeah. It's just a procedural thing, Abel.

So, what about Richards?

We arrested him last week.

He took two shots at me and my partner.

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