Lakeview Terrace Page #7

- "We" are now all three of us.

I really need you to start thinking that way.

I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy.

That is all I have ever wanted.

Hey. Hey!

Hey!

Hey! What are you...

Hey! What the hell are you doing?

- What? I can't hear you!

- Turn that goddamn thing off!

- Abel, what's wrong with you?

- Turn it off and put it down!

Now, you didn't ask my permission

to plant these trees.

But they're hanging over on my property,

so I don't need your permission

to cut them down.

Oh, come on!

Turn that goddamn thing off!

You wanna shut

that mouthy b*tch of yours up?

She can say whatever she wants, a**hole.

Or what? You wanna come over here

and get busy, Chris? Come on!

Come on over. Let's do something.

Abel, come on, turn it off!

Shut it off, my ass.

What is wrong with you?

Come on over.

Oh, you want her to be the man now?

- Shut up!

- Come on. Bring it on over here. Come on.

Come on, player, come on! Come on!

Come on, then.

- That's what you want? Think you're bad?

- Yeah, yeah! Yeah, that's right, I'm bad!

Yeah, put your little saw down!

What do you got now, buddy?

Stop it. Honey. Honey! Honey! Hey! Stop it!

Stop it!

You like that, huh? Lisa, back up!

- Have you lost your mind, Chris?

- Lisa, get off.

- Stop it! Stop it!

- Get off of me!

Come on!

Chris, stop it! Have you lost your mind?

Real tough now, huh?

Oh, shut up. Put the saw down and let's see.

Let's go! Come on!

Come on over here. Come on!

There you go.

Run on in the house. P*ssy. Sugar britches.

- Prick.

- That's right!

Plant something else over there,

see if I don't cut that down, too!

The flames are advancing quickly

in the hills surrounding

four counties in Southern California.

In a moment, we're gonna talk about

the drought conditions

across much of the country.

But first, we're gonna go

to where they're paying

a big price for tinderbox conditions.

Hot enough for you?

I could use another 50 degrees.

- Anything else?

- No, I'm good. Thanks.

- Well, welcome to the neighborhood.

- Thank you.

People here are describing

the harrowing scene

as they grabbed whatever they could

of their precious possessions

and fled for their lives.

As the fires roared out of control,

fanned by 65-mile-per-hour

Santa Ana winds...

Damn. I was trying to get away from you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. It's okay.

She's got a big old 12-gauge back there.

Nothing's gonna jump off.

Nope. Had my drink.

There's no need in you rushing home.

Lisa's not back yet.

That kind of woman,

you gotta let her cool off for a while.

Abel, Abel. Abel.

I don't care what you have to say.

I don't care what you think.

Just save it, all right?

All your poisonous race crap.

Okay. You know what?

Wasn't a good day for me.

Sh*t got a little out of hand. My bad.

Sweetheart, bring me my regular

and give him another

whatever it was he was having on me.

Okay? All right?

- There you go, darling.

- Thank you, baby.

Here you go.

Look at that sh*t. Headed right for us, huh?

You know what today is?

No, how would you know?

Today's the third anniversary

of my wife's death.

When Marcus went back to school,

she became a home-care aide.

Mostly old people.

Alzheimer's patients, stroke victims.

I don't know how in the hell she did it,

but it made me kind of glad that

that's what she did, you know?

Sort of, you know, balanced things out,

you know?

How's that?

Well, you know,

because of what I do on my job.

Three years ago to the day,

I get a phone call.

My wife's been in a head-on collision.

Some guy high off his ass,

going 90 miles an hour

the wrong way on the 101 just...

They took her to Hollywood Memorial.

She died on a gurney in the hall

because somebody forgot to tell them

she was the wife of a police officer,

so they treated her by pigmentation.

- How do you know that?

- Because I know things.

Well, I'm sorry.

Thing is,

what I been trying to figure out

for three years to this day

is why she was with her employer,

who took a steering column

through the chest, by the way.

Where were they going

or coming from, Chris?

My wife and her white boss?

In the middle of the afternoon on the 101

when she should have been changing

some old Jew's Depends down on Fairfax.

That really what

you wanna think about today?

- Wouldn't you?

- No, I wouldn't.

And why you telling me this?

What does this have to do with me?

Nothing.

Except you and your little chocolate drop

picked the wrong time to move

and the wrong place.

Whatever, Abel.

See, there you go.

You white boys always say that. "Whatever. "

And then you go ahead

and just do your sh*t anyway.

What's that supposed to mean?

That you think you can take

whatever you want.

And I hate that. I hate it!

That's what it means!

Hey, sorry, sweetheart.

We just having a heart-to-heart here.

Right, Chris?

You know what, Abel?

F*** you.

Is that a "we are the world" f*** you?

No. It's a special one, just for you.

You've earned it.

We're not moving.

"Whatever. "

They said it's under control.

Yeah, well, let's get this over with.

- Then what?

- I don't know.

We feel safe with Abel across the street

because there are very bad people out there.

People who steal and shoot you.

But we have a black policeman living here.

- Yes, it's very comforting.

- Annabelle, you leaving?

Hey, hey, hey. Abel's famous cornbread.

Where's Celia and Marcus?

It's their week to spend

with my sister-in-law.

Hi, Lisa. How are you?

They're probably out there sharing tales

about what a hard-ass their dad is.

They're gonna be grateful

for the rules one day.

Yeah, I keep telling them that,

but I don't think they believe me.

Fellows.

Hey, what's the word, Abel?

Are we gonna be okay down here?

Yeah. You know,

they'll stop it at the firebreak.

Never get through the pass.

Chris, how you doing?

Good.

Got his game face on. Who's winning?

Johnny and Chris right now.

All right, well, I got next.

Great.

Hope this is not Division.

- Turner here.

- It's Darlington.

- Yeah.

- I'm in the crib, homey.

Nice shot.

All right, do your thing.

Nice shot.

Ain't nobody b*tch, you prick!

Babe, I'm just really... I think I should go.

You sure? You want me to go?

No, it's fine.

You accepted the invite, you should stay.

All right.

- I'll be home in a bit.

- All right.

Come on. Pick up.

- What's up?

- Get out of the house now.

The wife is on the way home.

You said they were away.

Bail your big ass out of there right now.

Sh*t.

Chris?

Be nice.

- Calm down.

- Jesus.

No! Stop!

What is that? Is that mine?

I'll check on it. Wait. Wait.

That is mine.

Calm down.

Just hold still!

No! No!

Will you just calm down?

- Chris. Wait!

- Sh*t!

- Chris!

- What?

- Stay there!

- It's my wife!

Lisa?

Lisa?

Yo, playa!

What's up, man?

What the hell, dude? Come on.

Hey, what are you...

Lisa?

Lisa?

God damn it.

Oh, sh*t. No, no, no, no. Baby.

Don't touch her.

This is Officer Abel Turner

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