Twelve Page #4

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Sara Ludlow is coming over.

Ludlow?

Tap that fine p*ssy, Bro.

My son Jeremy's third grade teacher gonna

disrespect him for writing on the desk.

- Yeah?

- He said, "My daddy gonna shoot you."

- B*tch backs off, quits a couple weeks later.

- No sh*t.

Sh*t, I shoot any b*tch-ass

f*** with me and my kids, Mike.

Yo, there she is up ahead.

This is Lionel.

- Hi. Jessica.

- How much?

A thousand. Here.

Get that sh*t out of my face.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Let's walk.

Ball it up in the palm of your hand.

Pass it to me.

Here.

So, Lionel, I was thinking, maybe I could

get your number, then we could just-

You know, it'd be easier

if we just went direct next time.

No. Miguel Blanco here will hook us up.

- Start stepping, b*tch.

- Sorry.

B*tch gonna ask for the number.

F***.

Have you seen my cousin Charlie around?

- Who?

- Charlie.

The guy Who hooked us up.

He's still dealing Twelve for you, isn't he?

No, I ain't seen him.

All right. If you do, let him know I'm looking

for him. I appreciate that. Later.

Peace.

We should throw my birthday party

here tomorrow night.

Just had a party last night.

No. I mean... famous party.

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The kind of party people lie

and say they were at.

I could get everybody cool to come.

Sit down.

Wouldn't want it to be too big.

Don't you want to have

a famous party for my birthday?

- Yeah. Sure, but-

- Biggest party ever.

It'll be amazing.

Wait till you see my dress.

Not too many people though.

But it has to be huge.

Besides...

people will need

to keep themselves entertained...

in case we start to have extra fun by ourselves.

Somewhere else.

Thought you had a boyfriend.

I have lots of boyfriends.

I mean, I'm not a slut.

Of course you're not.

But different guys are interesting

for different reasons.

You're interesting for a very specific reason.

What's that?

You'll have to figure that out for yourself.

I just don't want too many people.

You want me, don't you?

Just... leave the people up to me. Okay?

Now, how about some cash for your part?

Yeah. Come upstairs.

I'll grab the money. How much?

Two grand. And I'll stay here.

Okay.

- You want a beer or something?

- I'm good. Thanks.

Are we inviting everyone?

Well, not everyone.

Everyone.

Well, I mean, everyone cool.

Tobias has been a model

since getting discovered...

on the beach in East Hampton

when he was 11.

He loves hands touching

his head, face and body-

styling, primping, caressing.

He loves every minute of it.

- Yo. Medicine Man.

- Hey. How's it going?

- Tobias.

- F***.

There's a bombshell model back there

if you want me to hook it up.

- I'm good, man.

- Sure?

- Yeah.

- I'll hit you up later.

I'll let you get back to it. See you.

- Hey, Molly.

- Michael. Hey, what are you doing?

Not much. Just running a few errands

for my dad actually. How about you?

I'm just writing a report

on The Plague by Camus.

Have to finish before break's over.

Can you believe it?

Oh, my God. Yeah, I totally know The Plague.

How do you like it?

Rats dying, people dying.

It's just so much death and... dying.

I'm- I'm so sorry.

No, no. Don't worry about it.

- - You know, Michael.

I'm here for you if you ever want to talk,

you know, about your mom or-

Hey, listen. My dad's calling me

on the other line, so I'm just gonna go.

I'll talk to you When I see you. Okay?

Yeah, yeah. Are we still on for tomorrow?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna see you tomorrow. That's right.

All right. See you then.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.

Molly didn't see White Mike cry at the funeral.

Never saw him cry about it.

She saw his cousin Charlie cry about it-

and White Mike's father.

But not White Mike.

Everyone said he looked handsome

at the funeral.

He didn't care.

There was a wig on his mother's corpse,

which made him angry.

Wigs weren't real...

and he wanted real.

He would have rather

had seen her for the last time...

with her head bald.

I can see you. Can you see me?

No, Mom. Adjust your camera.

How's Saint Martin's?

Besides your father's sunburn

and the mosquitoes...

and those boring Jarvises down again...

things are going as planned.

- Everything okay, sweetie?

- Yeah.

Carmelita's nephew came in from the

Dominican, so I gave her a few days off.

Thank you, darling.

You are really taking control.

Very adult.

Are you having any fun before you-

I'm having a few people over tomorrow night.

Nothing too big.

Oh. Hmm.

Actually, I gotta go.

Mark and Timmy just showed up. Guys.

Hey! Mommy dearest! How are you?

Claude, you know

you are not welcome in that house.

Well, rehab was great. Thanks for asking.

You look tired, Mom. You still taking

your Ambien, Xanax, Sonata, Lunesta?

Did I miss any?

- I want you to leave immediately.

- But I'm just settling in!

If you don't leave immediately,

I'm gonna get your father.

I love you too, Mom.

- Chris, I'm disappointed in you.

I think I should call the police.

Mom, you have to talk to him.

Just ask him about rehab or something.

He's leaving in a few days for the Gunnery.

Just chill out, Mom.

All right. Go get him.

Mom wants to talk to you.

Claude.

- Claude.

- You guys really need to cut this sh*t out.

- F*** you!

Please talk to her, man.

"Maurice Charles." "Columbus, Ohio"?

How's it hanging, dog?

It's fake.

No. Come on. What the f***, man?

Fake, fake. No wear hat in real I.D.

Just give him the beer, okay, Al-Qaeda?

Please. Thanks.

Leave, or I call cops.

Well, how about I call my foot up your ass?

Sh*t! He just busted out a nine-mil.

He was gonna pop a cap in your ass.

So, there's a whole

lot of sh*t that goes down at school, huh?

Sure is.

Yeah, they all have bad taste in music,

and they're all a**holes.

What about her friends?

Especially her friends.

Who would you kill first

if you had to kill someone there?

- I'd kill 'em all.

- I would have to kill that Jessica b*tch first.

I'd take the nine-milli, and I'd be like

"pop, pop" right to the back of her head.

And then I'd be dead.

And I would never have to

be an honor student at Wesleyan.

Everyone would cry and say

what a lovely, lovely girl she was.

And the school would have

a moment of silence.

And then Matt Lauer would have your mom on.

Diane Sawyer

would have Sarq, Gabby and Shelly-

Katie Couric would do an in-depth report

on high school violence.

And the most moving voice of all, Ann Curry...

would look directly into the camera and say...

"Our thoughts and prayers are with her family."

Oh, no.

Uh-oh.

- Did it all.

- All gone.

Oh, f***.

- Oh, no.

Oh, f***.

- I'm looking for something special.

Cash only.

- Can I go now?

- You know a kid named Arturo Berrara?

Uh, Arturo from the rec?

Arturo can place you at the projects

a few minutes after the shots were fired.

Shots? No, he's lying.

L- I want an attorney.

I need to contact my father by satellite phone.

Forensics has a match. The blood on your

shoes and the blood at the murder scene.

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