Lila and Eve Page #7

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'cause everyone wants to meet Miss Eve.

Everybody wants to meet Miss Eve.

- Here she goes.

- All right.

Girl, you looking good.

That's weird.

No worries, I'll just meet her when

she comes up to visit with the other girls.

Are you coming to bed?

Almost as good as me.

Almost is good enough 'cause

I don't want to look like no hoochie.

It's like that?

No, take one more.

I like that one, though.

Hoochie?

You want the ones responsible.

Lila, was that your friend Eve?

I heard you mention it, but...

I must have missed meeting her.

Is she that new woman from Decatur?

No, she lives in midtown.

When that child is murdered,

we feel guilt, depression.

We lose our homes, our minds.

- Charles is coming home.

- This has happened to her before?

We all have our hard times.

- If I lost it, would I even know it?

- Get some paint.

- Answer the motherfucking question.

- You first.

If she's not real, then...

I'll take care of everything.

The leather bag will be with me.

It will be with me, it will be...

it will be in the car.

Maybe he just wanted to protect you.

This got to stop.

No more.

- No more.

- No more what?

- You asked for help, and you got it.

- Not anymore.

What do you want? More advice?

Here's some advice. You sent some

f***ing a**holes to the grave early.

- Don't sweat it.

- Shut up!

What, you gonna cry?

Over them?

They made their choice, and they knew

their day was gonna come.

And when it comes, are they sorry? No.

They're still reaching for a gun,

trying to aim it at us.

Stephan is dead.

He's dead.

Killing is not gonna

bring him back, and...

and what we did...

it was wrong.

You think it's over for Alejandro?

He's coming.

- He's coming.

- I'll be...

- And he's not gonna stop coming.

- He's not gonna stop coming.

- Until he finds you at Ben's.

- At Ben's.

- And he said he's gonna kill Justin.

- Justin...

- I have to...

- Finish the job.

Finish the job. When...

- move on.

- Yes, so we can move on.

- Together.

- Together.

No.

I'm done after this.

I'm done after this.

It's not up to you.

The gun in Justin's bag.

Little girl...

who do you think did all that?

Go say your goodbyes.

Jefe?

You hungry?

Nobody's home.

I talked to Patrice about

another dinner and movie night.

I have Patrice's car.

So, where do I drive

and pick up the rest of them?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Like I said...

anything you need, let me know.

Ben?

Could you look after Justin for me,

if you don't mind,

while I just... go over to the house,

finish some stuff?

Sure. Hope you can

tear yourself away tonight.

Yeah, I can.

Damn. That b*tch

is right across the street.

Here she comes.

If you don't do it, I will.

I'm sorry, sorry... Sorry. Sorry.

You can't stop it.

- Yo, what the f*** is that?

- What the hell?

Get out, man! Get the f*** out of here!

- Can't stop it now.

- But I can stop you.

Yo, get out!

Lila!

I got you.

It's gonna be okay. Don't worry.

Adhesive on the trim.

All flammable. Not exactly safe.

Especially around a gas stove.

And right after

Alejandro's house gets shot up,

he just happens to end up at her house?

Come on. Give me a f***ing break.

Somebody's mother.

And you got her pulling "Dirty Harry."

Exploding stove, rigged house.

She gets out of the hospital tomorrow.

We bring her in, lean on her.

Then we take it upstairs.

You my partner for a long time.

But you bring this upstairs,

you bring it alone.

Detective Scaketti

to Captain Parker's office.

It's good work, though, man.

It's real good work.

So, before we eat this wonderful cake

that Patrice made,

look at all these donations for Lila.

Y'all shouldn't have done all that.

We thought you could use a little

cheering up, along with clothes and...

- well, everything you might need.

- Thank you.

I think I see a new face.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

So, why don't we take our break?

I saw some of these things.

When I was in your son's room that time.

Yeah.

Justin won an art contest,

and so the women wanted to see it.

So I brought it here today

for the party.

- Lucky it didn't get lost in the fire.

- No, I got it...

I'm gonna need you to come in.

I already answered all the questions.

We need you to clear up a few things.

I think you know what I'm talking about.

That fire, those shootings.

People got killed, and...

I'm sorry,

that's what it's come down to.

Nothing else. You sure?

That's what it has to come down to.

Who are you trying to convince?

If you don't come with me now,

it's gonna be Ben coming with me

and then Justin. It's up to you.

Now, you know they didn't

have nothing to do with this.

I'll go.

I'm willing to take whatever happens.

- What is this about?

- It's okay, Mae. I have to go with him.

If it's about the fire and all those

shootings that have been all over the news,

if that's what you want to talk to her about,

then there's something you need to know.

- Patrice, let me go with him, okay?

- Lila lives near me.

And she was having a real hard time.

Not that you'd understand that or care,

but I looked in on her from time to time.

Some of the nights you talking about,

I know I was with her.

- I spent time with her, too.

- So did I. We all did.

- Sydney and Tia and I were there.

- No!

- We went to dinner last week.

- No!

- You gave Sydney the ride.

- I don't want you all doing this.

- Lila, stop.

- I'm not gonna let you guys do this.

Lila, we have to do this.

A roomful of grieving mothers.

Hell of an alibi.

I'm gonna miss you.

Come on, let's get in.

- Take care of that leg, okay?

- All right.

- We'll see you soon, Ben?

- Okay, let me know where you end up.

- All right? All right.

- Okay.

Glad you're already thinking

about a visit.

I've been thinking

about a lot of things.

I'll be thinking about them, too.

For a real long time.

And about you even longer.

I feel the same way, too. But, I mean...

- you're leaving. I mean, I... we just...

- I don't have any words of wisdom.

I wish I did.

All I know is that you'll find your way.

And I hope to, too.

I'll keep an eye out for your mail.

Are you all right?

No, baby.

But I'm gonna be. I have you.

My boyfriend's name is Billy,

he comes from little Philly

With a cherry on his nose

and 10 big, fat toes

And that's the way my story goes

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