Malcolm's Echo: The Legacy of Malcolm X Page #2

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I come home and what?

- No, just just stop.

- Who is this guy?

- Stop.

Stop it.

Please.

- Well, you're acting like I'm-

what, like-what am l?

Am I the bad guy here?

You're the one that's out-

- No, no, no, no,

I didn't say that.

I didn't say it.

- Well, what the hell

were you doing there?

- I wasn't doing anything.

- I don't want to catch you

by that door again.

- Are you all right in there?

[power tools whining]

- All right, we'll start you off

with tune-ups.

We'll see how fast you work.

You're also going to bring

the cars in and park them

behind the gate every night.

It's freshman work,

but you're the new guy.

You show me you got skills,

I'll give you more shifts

and bigger jobs.

- You hear that?

- What?

- Like a voice.

- It's a valve grinder.

Car keys are in there.

[woman whimpering]

- What is that?

- That's the drop-box.

Don't give keys out till

the customer's paid in full.

You got it?

Had a lot of cars jacked

from this shop.

Can't risk that kind

of nonsense anymore.

[woman crying]

Yo!

You with me?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- Good.

Get to work.

- Two sugars, no milk.

- I switched to Sweet'N Low.

- Are you gonna knock it,

or you gonna drink it?

- You call anyone

from the neighborhood yet?

- Yeah, I called around.

Seems like everybody moved away.

- Hmm.

People grew up.

- Things ain't what

they used to be, right?

- Did you think everything

would be the same?

- I was hoping

some things would be.

- Bobby-

- I know you got questions.

- No, no,

I don't have questions.

I had questions,

had questions for the past

few years.

I stopped asking them

when you stopped writing.

I didn't know if you were alive

or coming back.

Why on Earth

would you just cut me off?

- I thought I was

doing it for you.

- For me?

- Nothing that happened in there

was anything that we could have

talked about.

- So what did you think

was going to happen here?

You show up out of thin air,

bring me coffee,

and I forgive you?

- You don't think people deserve

a second chance?

- Bobby.

- You want to come by

the apartment some time?

- Maybe.

- I'll take maybe.

- Maybe.

I got to go.

- Can I help you?

- No.

- What are you doing?

- Are they coming from you?

The sounds, is that you?

Maybe the woman?

- What did you say?

- [stammering]

There's a woman who lives here.

I've seen her at your-

- You don't know anything

about who lives here, man.

- You hear them.

Don't you?

[locks clicking]

[water trickling]

[muffled clattering]

[muffled scraping]

- Ah!

[distant creaking noises]

[hatch slams open]

[wind howling]

- What?

Am I the bad guy here?

- No, no, no, no,

I didn't say that.

I didn't say it.

- Well, what the hell are you

doing there?

- I wasn't doing anything.

- I don't want to catch you

by that door again.

Do you understand?

Understand?

Do you understand me?

Do you understand?

- You're hurting me!

[smacking]

[woman screaming]

- There you go!

Don't you ever do that-

[door slams]

[footsteps approaching]

[distant clanging]

[door creaking]

[woman coughing]

- Oh.

[coughing]

Ew.

[sniffles]

[coughing]

[crashing]

[whirring]

- Listen.

Shh, shh.

Do you hear it?

[labored breathing]

[gasping]

No, no.

It's not in my head.

Bobby.

Bobby, where are you?

Bobby.

Bobby, why aren't you here?

Oh, it's happening again.

Shh, shh.

They're after me.

I'm not crazy.

I'm not crazy.

You hear them, don't you?

[tape whirring]

You hear them, don't you?

Oh, no.

No!

[screaming]

[knocking at door]

[screaming]

[gasping]

[gagging]

[pounding on door]

- [muttering in Russian]

- Going to the lobby?

- [muttering in Russian]

[door clicks]

[distant footsteps]

Hello?

[woman whimpers]

[machine starts and rattles]

[woman screams in distance]

[door creaks]

[girl crying in distance]

- [muttering in Russian]

[high-pitched discordant

piano music]

[knocking at door]

- Do you know if he's in there?

Hello?

Bobby?

Your door's open.

Hello?

[door slams open]

- You came.

How'd you get in?

- Your door was open.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Who-who lives

in that apartment?

- Nosy neighbors.

I guess they don't feel

too comfortable

with an ex-con in the building.

- Wow.

- Yeah, it's hers.

All this-

all this is hers.

I don't know what to do with it.

Well, it's kind of...

- Vintage?

- Ugly.

- [laughs]

- Do you like it here?

- Getting used to it.

Everybody here

seems a little off.

- Well, it's the East Village.

She looks happy.

- I don't think she was.

She was on medication.

It got so bad that, uh,

uh, she stayed here

at the apartment for weeks

and didn't leave until

eventually she starved to death.

I don't know if it was suicide.

Nobody does.

I can't even go in her bedroom.

It sounds crazy, but l-

I feel sometimes

like she's still here.

- Bobby, it's gonna take time

to heal.

- These are amazing.

- They're just rough sketches.

What?

- Do you ever wonder what would

have happened

if I didn't go away?

- Sometimes.

Do you?

- Every day.

- What was it like?

- lsolating.

But at the same time,

you never have any privacy.

You just hang onto the stuff

you had, you know, before, the-

the good things.

- It's late.

I should go.

- Yeah.

It's good to see you.

- You too.

- Please, somebody help us!

[sobbing]

- Hang on.

[knocking at door]

You okay?

Miss?

[knocking at door]

Miss?

You need some help

with something?

Whatever it is,

I'm right next door

if you need anything.

[pounding on door]

You need something?

- I want you to mind

your own business, okay?

Huh?

[locks clicking]

- Please open the door.

[knocking at door]

[whimpering]

- These measurements

aren't right.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, look at this.

Senior collection's

going up Friday,

and you haven't even sewn yet.

- I went to see Bobby.

I saw a woman standing

at his door.

She was crying.

I don't know.

I-I suppose he doesn't owe me

an explanation or anything.

- You still have feelings

for him.

- I don't know.

Maybe.

What if I do?

What am I supposed

to do about it?

I don't know what

I'm supposed to do.

[knocking at door]

- Somebody help us!

[pounding on door]

- Come here!

Come here!

Get in here.

- Let Carly go.

Run, baby, run!

Look at me.

- Carly.

Carly!

- Do what you have to do to me!

[smacking]

[screaming]

- Where are you going?

- F*** this.

- You weren't there?

What, am l-

am I seeing things?

- You okay?

- Why do you keep lying to me

all the time?

What, I go to work all day.

I come home and-

- Here, come in.

It's okay.

Come on.

What's your name?

- Am I the bad guy here?

You're the one that's out-

- No, no, no,

I didn't say that.

I didn't say that.

- My name is Bobby.

I know you probably don't want

to talk to strangers, right?

But if you tell me

what's going on in there,

I might be able to help you.

You want to tell me?

You play the piano?

- Hey!

Listen to me.

Where were you?

- Here, inside the house.

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