Set It Off Page #3

is just not for me.

Sh*t.

- Who is it?

- Lorenz, it's Stevie, man.

Come on, open up, man.

Hey, Lorenz, chill, man.

Hey, I heard you robbed a bank.

Rob no bank.

- Heard your party was off the hook.

- Yeah.

You know why I didn't come,

because your sister don't like me.

She be tripping.

Here, Mr. UCLA.

Here.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm straight, man.

Are you?

Hey, that AP is phat.

Acorn Projects, bro. Thought you knew.

No, what?

You want this, huh?

- No, man, I'm straight. No.

- You want this?

You know your sister

will whoop your ass.

My sister ain't gonna do nothing.

Tanika, hook him up.

He ain't even from Acorn.

F*** all that. Hook his ass up.

Take your ass in the kitchen,

with your raggedy ass. You talk too much.

- Come on.

- Ain't nothing funny, man.

Go on, you too.

Yeah.

All right.

All right, man, cool.

- Thanks for the champagne.

- Yeah.

Freeze!

- Get down on the ground! Get down!

- Get on the ground now!

Get on the ground now!

Get down!

- Get him down!

- Get down, down!

- Get down!

- Get down, a**hole!

- Get down!

- He's got a gun!

Wait!

- Waller!

- Check apartment M, now!

- Get me an ambulance! Get me a medic!

- No! He's up there!

- Move out.

- He's up there!

Get me an ambulance now!

Come on, goddamn it.

Stay with me here.

Stay with me. You stay with me.

Get me a f***ing ambulance!

Huh?

Oh, no.

No, no, no. Goddamn it.

A f***ing champagne bottle.

Open it, quick.

Come on, move in.

Punk-ass pigs!

What you f***ing with me for, huh?

Let all you f***ers...

- Man down! Man down, get in here!

- Get him covered!

- Go, go, go!

- Let's go!

...twenty-eight. West Valley station.

Unit 5 clear.

Stay back, folks. Stand back.

Stevie.

Stevie.

All units tagged...

No! My God, don't let...

What have you done?

Excuse me.

Not this motherf***er.

If you need to talk,

if you have any questions...

...you won't hesitate to call.

There'll be a full investigation.

- Stop.

- All right, all right.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- F*** you! F*** your investigation!

You f***ing go to hell!

You son of a b*tch!

It's gonna be all right.

What do you got?

Stevie Newsom, no priors,

good student, headed for college.

I hear both parents killed in a car accident

four years ago.

Goddamn it.

Goddamn.

Damn.

Y'all she been throwing up for two days.

What we gonna do?

Let her get that sh*t out.

Somebody gotta stay with her.

I will.

I saw Stevie's hair in the bathroom.

I can't go... I can't go back in there.

I don't wanna go back in the bathroom

no more...

I never need to.

Oh, my, I don't wanna...

I don't wanna stay in here.

- I can't stay in here no more.

- Okay, okay.

No.

No, I want out of here. All of it.

No.

We can do this.

We can get some wigs,

some sunglasses and it's on.

Y'all are gonna have to do this

without me.

I keep thinking about Darnell getting killed

and Lorenz shot and Stevie...

That's because Darnell and them

were a bunch of damn fools.

They don't know half

of what I know about banks.

What if something goes wrong?

What if somebody gets hurt?

Listen to me.

Damn, you're just scared, baby.

Ain't nobody gonna get hurt.

That's why this is the perfect crime.

- I know this too well.

- What about all them folks money?

Insurance.

- Dumb-ass comment.

- Look...

...we just taking away from the system

that's f***ing us all anyway.

You know?

Let's do it.

Excuse me.

Hi, how are you? WOMAN: Hi.

Come on in.

- Go right ahead and have a seat.

- Thank you.

How can I help you today, Miss...?

- Dorsey. Yeah.

- Dorsey.

I'd like to open up a new account.

Oh. Uh...

Right this way.

You can open an interest-bearing account

with a thousand dollar deposit, if you like.

A thousand dollars?

Yeah.

Uh, do you...? Do you have long lines?

No, no, not too bad. We usually operate

typically with about 14 tellers. Uh...

Actually, Miss Dorsey,

I'm a manager in corporate banking upstairs.

I don't know what these folks do.

But when I saw you, I said to myself I said:

"Self, a woman that fine,

as fine as you are and you are that fine...

...needs to have

her own personal banker."

So I couldn't help myself.

She smiles, come on now.

Um...

Miss Dorsey, I'm new in town and

I swear to you I don't do this all the time.

I know you don't know me.

I don't know your plans...

...if you even have plans tonight.

Do you have plans tonight?

Are you asking me out?

Maybe.

Keith, well I see

you're in new accounts now, huh?

- Come on, let's go.

- Nigel, thank you.

Thank you for your observation there.

These people are gonna kill me.

Now, can I have your number?

- No.

- No?

But I'll take yours.

Well, what were you doing in there?

I was just talking.

I thought we was coming here

to case the bank.

That's what I was doing.

He has an inside track. He works here.

Plus, he grabbed me.

Did he ask you out?

Maybe.

So you ain't gonna tell me, huh?

Well, maybe he can put a smile

on my face.

Tisean.

Girl, Luther is gonna kill you

if he see that baby in here.

- T.T., what happened?

- I had to bring him with me.

Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

T.T., no, no. Don't put him there.

Please, please. Put him over there.

Put him over there.

- Come on!

- Come on, move it.

- You're gonna be all right.

- We can't waste time.

- Hold the elevator.

- Hurry up.

- Open it up! Hurry up!

- All right, it's all right.

I think your son

is going to pull through just fine.

- Oh, yes.

- Can I see him?

You need to speak to Ms. Wells

with the Child Protective Services.

No, no, no.

I know you ain't fitting to take her son.

Wait, now, hold the f*** up.

That was a accident.

I mean, we was right there.

We was looking right at him.

- Wasn't even like two seconds...

- I need to talk to the mother alone.

- Cleo.

- Go on, T.T.

Donna Kilmen, please call extension 453.

Miss Williams,

the boy has been severely poisoned.

I'm sure it was an accident.

But we're gonna retain custody just to be

sure the child isn't suffering from neglect.

That's my son.

I would die for him.

He was in an unsafe environment.

He shouldn't have been at the workplace.

Well, I didn't have a choice.

I don't have money for a babysitter.

You're gonna have to prove

you can take care of him.

But kids get into poison every day.

Not in the workplace.

To us that spells neglect.

Now, Jajuan will remain in our custody

until you can pay for proper child care.

Well, what if I can't come up

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