Evita: So, we’re doing a reading? [Shuffles cards] Clarisse: How go things with that boy of yours? Evita: He’s not mine. Clarisse: He’s yours enough. Evita: Is this your way of having the talk? Because you’re kinda predicting the past. [She spits water from a bottle] Clarisse: This reading aint for you. It’s for this city of ours. Evita: What’s wrong with the city? Clarisse: S*** goes down from time to time. [They cleanse with water] Clarisse: I aint smelling sex on you, but a connection to a power. A power I felt in that boy. Evita: What does Tyrone have to do with anything? Clarisse: I don’t know yet, that’s what the reading is for.
Fuchs: Not asking questions has been my thing because you’ve made it clear that you don’t want them asked. Brigid: And I like that about you. Fuchs: Be prepared to like me less. [Awkward silence] Fuchs: People in this city turn a blind eye and deaf ear to things out of convenience. And the people in this station house are people too, but you are forcing them to pay attention, Brigid: Well, that’s kinda the point. Fuchs: I know you know whose attention you’re coming after. Brigid: And what? You reckon that it won’t work? Fuchs: No, I’m concerned that it might. Connors is flammable. Don’t play with fire.