“Get the fuck out!” Marcus, who I have never seen yell—ever—gets in Elijah’s face and shouts, “Get the fuck out of this house. I want your shit out before the end of the weekend, but for tonight, leave!” “You can’t kick me out. I’m on the lease.” “And I know enough about you to tank your dad’s campaign for reelection. You want to play chicken? Because I promise you, tough guy, you’ll lose. You and I will talk tomorrow, but right now you need to go.”
