Lila and Eve Page #4

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I'll leave the tip. But it's all you.

I'm going home.

You think they're going home?

Yeah! Hey, bro.

I'm whupping the sh*t out

this motherfucking game, dawg.

Ain't nobody f***ing with me. I'm about

to get the last cherry and sh*t.

Hey, I know he been talking to you, boy.

Sh*t. I'm the greatest, cuz.

Got to level 180 on candy crush.

Beat that sh*t.

I only see one of them.

Maybe the other one's in the car.

Better call Saul, b*tch.

Get the f*** over there.

Hey, bro, I told you

we was being followed.

Look at this sh*t.

All right, bro. What you want,

a scooby snack or some sh*t, man?

I'm just saying. You always trying to act

like I'm not paying attention and sh*t.

Call it correct.

We saw you at the diner.

Saw you following us and sh*t.

You have fun?

What the f*** do you want, man?

I want to know who did the drive-by

on one of your corners.

Oh, you do?

Is that all? I mean, that's why

you came all the way down here for?

Nah. Nah, you see?

There's something you ain't telling me.

You know something

about who shot Donelle, b*tch?

Who's Donelle to you?

- Answer the motherfucking question.

- You first.

- Yo, yo.

- What the f*** is wrong with you, bro?

Sorry.

The Greek party was so sick, son.

I had to make another run.

Who we got here?

We got a f***ing procedure, Bradley.

I told you don't be rolling up

all quick like that.

Chill, man. Why you always sweating me?

All the business I bring you.

Dude, I bring you

all the campus green, son.

You keep plenty for yourself.

Oh, sh*t! No, no, no, no!

Give it to me. Let's go.

No! No! Let's ask. Let's ask.

You got it. But hurry.

Tell us what we want to know,

and your brother gets a doctor.

- F*** you. Get him one right now.

- Donelle's corner. The drive-by. That name.

- Was it you, or was it him?

- Don't say, sh*t, man.

Better say something or you're

gonna hear his last breath.

- It's a sound you never stop hearing.

- F***! All right! It was Alonzo T.

He runs the south side

for Handro and them.

Teo!

F***ing b*tch.

Come on. We got to go if we're

gonna make it. Let's go!

You know, maybe you found the serenity

to accept the things you cannot change,

and maybe you gained the courage

to change the things you can.

But finding the wisdom

to know the difference

is the real challenge because the grief

of your loss can be so debilitating,

it can cloud your judgment.

That goes for the Olsen twins.

Ashley here has no wallet, no cash,

no cellphone. Unlike Mary-Kate, here.

And what should we call the one

down here? Humpty Dumpty? Opie?

I'm gonna ask for overtime. If they're

gonna task us and keep sending us out,

- I mean, that's unfair.

- They didn't send us.

I heard it was a revolver.

Something about it.

- I called in and asked for it.

- I knew it. I knew it.

What are you doing?

You volunteering us now?

That's not procedure. Since when

have you stopped following procedure?

Revolver again, no cellphone again.

- Kid have any drugs on him?

- Yeah.

Enough to make it the best f***ing

prom ever. So what?

Ballistics comes back, it's gonna be

the same shooter as Donelle.

- We're gonna be ready.

- They won't give a sh*t upstairs.

Our task force is not gonna get

another task for these motherfuckers.

A series of related shootings.

They're gonna give a sh*t.

Yeah. Of course they will.

Somebody just killed Opie.

- Justin?

- Yeah?

- Justin?

- I'm in the bedroom.

What do you...

what do you think you're doing?

- I cleared out his stuff.

- Where... where is everything?

- In the attic.

- Who said you could do this?

- This is my room. And I can't...

- No. No. This is my house.

All right? So you bring it all

back now. Now!

No! I can't look at his stuff

every day! I'm sick of it!

He is not coming back, mom! He's...

Lila, I'll send him home if you want.

But he wants to stay on my couch.

All right... tell him...

Tell him all right, and...

tell him I'm sorry.

Here I am, hurting over memories,

and he's having to look at it every night.

Look... don't blame yourself too much.

It was like he was trying to put

his brother away for good.

No. No. He kept Stephon's watch

as a reminder.

You ever keep anything?

Of course.

I kept some clothes,

some pictures.

- And on my phone, I...

- I know what you're gonna say.

I know what you're gonna say

'cause I do the same thing.

I even paid the bill so I could.

Yo, it's Stephon. You know what to do.

Hear how he's trying to be cool?

Yo, it's Stephon. You know what to do.

It sounds to me like

he's trying to tell us something.

- We already have a name.

- Exactly.

And I know to find him.

Look what they did!

You don't think I know who you are?

You think you can just show up

like no one would know?

We said no reporters.

I'm not a reporter.

Then who are you?

I'm from a grief support group

for mothers.

And...

I just wanted to leave

a card, just in case.

Thank you.

The family wanted to send along

a thank-you card,

and he didn't leave an address

so we decided to call the florist.

Alonzo, yes. Business address is fine.

Promiseland Atlanta?

What's that?

Oh, a night club.

Okay.

We're going to a night club.

It's been so long.

I almost forgot how to do this.

You're stepping out.

Might as well step out in style.

What do you think?

You look good!

- Almost as good as me.

- Almost is good enough

'cause I don't want to look

like no hoochie.

Really? It's like that?

- Your hair looks good.

- You like it? Really?

Chopped it myself.

Used to be down to my ass, but...

After my girl passed, I just took

a scissor to it. Now I kind of like it.

Looks good.

- All right. Let's take a picture.

- Okay.

All right. Ready?

- That's a good one. Do another one.

- Okay, okay.

- Different pose.

- Hold on. Okay.

How do we know if Alonzo's even here?

We don't. You got Teo's phone?

Alonzo isn't on here.

But there's a Zo.

Yo. Who's calling me on Teo's phone?

Hello?

That song.

You're in my club.

The f***?

- Looks like they're leaving.

- No. No, not tonight. Look at her.

Lila, don't worry. I got this covered.

Trust me.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

- God. How far along are you?

- Oh, six months.

Six months? You know what I remember

about being six months pregnant?

I wanted it all the time.

My hormones are jumping.

- Nope. Don't Bend. Do not Bend.

- We got you covered.

- Did you ever go out to dinner...

- I know what you're gonna say.

Before I even opened the menu,

I would be dragging him back home.

- Where do you think I'm going now?

- I know what you're gonna say.

You look great.

I know. I know you got responsibilities,

but you can take a night off.

Where am I? I'm at your place.

- That is such a typical answer.

- It's such a typical question.

Have you thought about a name

for the baby yet?

No. 'Cause when the time come,

you gonna look up at me, and I'm gonna

just go with whatever name you say.

What about you?

Of course I have.

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