`` i know it 's not like that with us . she raises an eyebrow at luis . who are how did you fall what is happening here ? like lacy , his belly had been ripped open . i step back over to him as he lies there , curled up in agony , and lean over as i smack the papers on the ground next to his face , telling him , `` you 're gon na drop these charges today and f**k off . '' does it really matter who the painter is ? 