[Scene: After a heated argument between RJ discussing her advocacy in and around D.C, Ezekiel counters…] [arrogant and condescending] “Nobody deserves anything in this life. You work for it. You take it, by any means.”

[overwhelmed. He’s been having nightmares about the incident. He’s tired, paranoid, and trying his best to keep his shit together] “I’m done taking orders from the product of a goddamn pity fuck. Police are breathing down our necks and we are sitting here handing ourselves on a shiny gold plated platter… We have to take her out. (beat) Don’t look at me like that. Blood is already on your hands. If we go down, you are right behind us.”