Lila and Eve Page #5

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Y'all be obsessing over that sh*t.

Ain't like... ain't like it matter

what I think no way.

I want to name the baby Worthington.

You hear me? Baby, come on, now.

Stop ignoring me.

Baby, come on, now. That was funny.

Ba...

Hey, what's this all about?

Just another drive-by,

just another two people dead.

- One named Ray.

- And one named Stephon.

Stephon was my son, and...

I want the one responsible.

It was you, Leo said.

Leo?

Teo and Donelle? That was you?

I'm the one asking the questions.

I want to know.

F*** what you want to know, b*tch.

You come up in here a... f*** you.

- Did you kill my son? Tell me.

- I ain't telling you sh*t.

- Tell me what I want to know.

- Maybe I got something I can tell you.

Maybe I can make it over there

and snap your f***ing neck

- before you pull the trigger.

- Maybe I'll ask Maya.

Remember Maya? Yeah.

Didn't even cross your selfish-ass mind?

Where is she?

- She's in the closet. She's fine.

- She's carrying my baby.

You killed my baby.

You think I f***ing care about yours?

- Oh, you not getting out of here alive.

- You think I care about getting out alive?

All right.

You want to hear?

I'll tell you.

Ray was working one of my corners

without doing what was right.

So, told Teo and Leo to go

tell him what was what,

but they ain't never get around to it.

Then Donelle sends me word that...

Ray's out there dissing me.

I was in the neighborhood.

I decided I'd take care of it myself.

I warned the motherf***er.

Everything's gonna be all good.

You know?

Tell her to chill.

Stephon's gonna be there.

But you start letting sh*t go,

pretty soon it will all be gone.

I wasn't exactly looking for your son,

but he was there.

He's right there.

So you ask me who's responsible

for that sh*t on the corner...

- It's you.

- What are you...

- You motherf...

- You let him run the streets.

- He shouldn't have been there.

- Shoot him.

He got in the way. That sh*t's

gonna happen when you somewhere

- you ain't supposed to be.

- Finish him right now.

So, it's you, it's me, it's... it's my man

Handro in Mayfield. It's the world.

Same sh*t's gonna happen tomorrow.

World's gonna keep on turning.

Do you think you can stop it?

Man, who are you?

I'm just a mother.

Are you okay? Come on.

Let's go. No! Let's go.

It's terrible. That poor girl.

Poor girl?

She knew how he got his money.

And she knew what he did to get it,

and she f***ed him anyway.

- F***ed him because of it, probably.

- She didn't deserve to get shot.

We didn't shoot her!

And that sh*t's gonna happen

if you're where you shouldn't be.

Isn't that what Zo said?

F***ing a**hole.

- You wanted justice, you got it.

- I don't feel better.

That's because it's not over.

Alonzo said his man in Mayfield

was the one who ordered that hit.

- I don't care about the man in Mayfield.

- Well, you have to.

Because it's all connected.

- You don't see that?

- No. No, I don't see.

I'm sorry, Eve, but I'm done.

This wasn't just about you, remember?

We were supposed to be helping

each other here.

What? So, what? Now we just go back

to our lives like nothing ever happened?

After all we've been through

and all that we've done,

you really think that we can go back?

I went into the closet to change.

Someone grabbed me from behind.

And I heard a voice real low

said I'd be dead if I made one sound.

- Can you give us any description?

- I didn't see. I didn't want to see.

All I can say...

- is that she sounded real mad.

- She? Did you say she?

Only a few crews got women running

with them. Someone's moving in.

I'm telling you. All we got to do now

is start running names, records.

What are you talking...

this isn't a turf war.

"She sounded real mad".

That ain't turf. It's personal.

You always say, "Work the evidence".

So where you getting that?

Call it a working theory.

- What's this all about?

- We're having a little outing.

Well, this is a really good idea.

Well, I am so glad

that you're enjoying it.

Yeah. And I know someone else

who would, too.

Excuse me.

All right, I know

you're still mad at me...

But some of us from the group

are out to dinner.

- And going to a movie, too.

- Dinner and a movie.

I know it's not your thing,

but I thought I'd just let you know.

So, holla back.

"Holla back?"

- Well, I know y'all still say that.

- No. No.

Lila, was that your friend Eve?

- Any luck with getting her to come back?

- I tried, but you know how she is.

I've heard you mention her,

but I must have missed meeting her.

- Is she that new woman from Decatur?

- No. She lives in Midtown.

Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.

I know we're here to celebrate

getting this lovely lady out of the house.

But I also want to make a toast

to her son, Mr. Justin,

the award-winning artiste.

Award? Wait a minute.

Award-winning? What award?

Nothing. It's just a school thing.

- My art project won a contest.

- Why didn't you tell her?

I couldn't. I mean,

I couldn't find the time to.

What do you mean, you couldn't find

the time to? You could just say it.

- How hard is that?

- Real hard lately. I never see you.

You're either working

on the house or with them.

So, when you get home...

I'd like to see it, please.

Show your mama.

I wasn't sure how you'd feel.

Do you like it?

I love it.

I love you.

- I love you, too, mom.

- I love you so much.

Hey.

The mailman left me some of yours.

I had nothing to...

Got the forensics. No prints.

Zo's phone was gone. I got the records.

Guess who his last call ever was from?

Teo Corlone.

Teo's got a pretty good alibi,

what with being dead and all.

So, the shooter has Zo's phone,

Teo, and Donelle...

- What are you doing? Don't touch my sh*t.

- Yeah, you better put on your jacket.

You finally got a case big enough

to get you face time upstairs?

Pretty-boy college kid

getting killed got his attention.

What's the latest

with the Bradley Tipton case?

Well, we do know it's the

same gun for all the shootings.

Phone records link them all.

Alonzo to Leo, Alonzo to Teo,

- Leo and Teo to Donelle, Donelle...

- All the varied permutations.

He's been waiting to use that $10 word.

Like I was saying, they all worked

together, now they're all dead.

The Alejandro organization supplies

the neighborhood, but...

but these guys, they're local.

It all points to a turf war.

What? No. The physical evidence doesn't,

the crime scenes sure don't.

I don't know what else it could be.

And I got the D.A. calling me.

I got the press up my ass. What would you

have me tell them, Holliston?

You can tell them no comment.

It's still under investigation.

That your heart goes out

to the families.

Turf war's our working theory.

Help me out, Scaketti.

I got it narrowed down to two crews...

Quincy Corners and 16th street.

They're the ones who've had

women running with them.

Okay. That's good. Keep me informed.

Inform me on how your theories

fit the details.

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