The Cobbler Page #5

New York One.

Hello, Mrs. Greenawalt.

Danny Donald for New York One.

You're who?

Yeah, that's Danny Donald.

Care to tell me

what you're doing here?

What am I doing here?

I just heard you threaten

to kill Mr. Solomon

and then threaten to kill

his daughter in Chicago.

I'm not in Chicago!

I did not say that!

No? Oh, because we

have it all on tape.

I could play it back

for you right now.

You know what,

I did not give consent

to being filmed for

television right now.

You set this up

and I will make you pay.

Maybe they've got

duck ragu in prison.

You son of a b*tch!

Get away!

Hi.

I came to get Emiliano's shoes.

Oh, yeah.

New soles.

Perfect.

He's gonna be happy.

He wanted to wear them tonight.

Oh yeah? Going out

on a big date?

No. It's boys' night.

Huh. No charge.

Really? That's really

sweet. Thank you.

Thank you.

Hi, Max.

Hi, Carmen.

My favorite boots.

I busted the zipper and I

thought they were goners

and then I remembered that

I know a badass cobbler.

Ah, well, these are good shoes.

I could do something with these.

Yeah, work your magic.

So, I talked to

Mr. Solomon this morning.

Oh, yeah?

How's he doing?

He said he's having

a wonderful time

and that when he comes home,

he wants to thank you in person.

Oh, okay.

How did you pull it off, Max?

Pull what off?

Solomon, Greenawalt, all of it.

Here's your ticket.

Thanks.

Don't lose it.

So, do you have plans

next Friday night?

No. Why?

You having another rally?

No.

I would like to have

dinner with you.

Would you like to have

dinner with me, Max?

Yeah. Sure, yeah.

Got a pen?

Here's my number.

Don't lose it.

I won't.

Good.

Bye, Max.

Bye, Carmen.

Sh*t!

Whoa, whoa. Hold it.

I'm not here to hurt you.

Bullshit.

Leave me alone.

I'm not staying.

I just want to give you these.

Take a look.

You're giving me your watches?

Sell them, they're worth a lot.

Why are you doing this?

I'm sorry for what I did.

You deserve better, much better.

Hey, man, you got a light?

No.

I do. Let's go.

Hello, Leon.

Remember me?

Ratprick?

My name is Patrick,

you piece of sh*t. Patrick.

Time for some payback.

Okay, hold up.

Just let me take my shoe off.

Don't worry about your shoes.

You're not gonna need them.

But I let you go.

Well, we all make mistakes.

You look like crap,

by the way. Let's go.

You smell like crap, too.

You been rolling around

the garbage, Leon, hmm?

Well, you should've stayed...

Hey, look out!

Where am I?

You're in my shop.

How did I get here?

Here, drink.

You took quite a knock.

What happened, Jimmy?

You were in a car accident.

I found you, pulled you out.

Have a pickle.

No, I'm good.

Just take one.

I don't want a pickle.

I don't care if you

want one, you need it.

Just take one.

What're you talking

about, I need it?

Pickles preserve you

when you change, Max,

they give you strength.

Otherwise you get all screwed

up jumping from body to body.

You know?

Of course I know.

Who do you think got rid of that putz,

Ludlow?

That stiletto heel

made quite a mess, kid.

That was you. How?

You see the thing is,

I'm not just a barber, Max.

I'm also a cobbler.

And...

I'm your father.

Pop?

That's right, Max.

But you're...

No, I'm right here.

Oh!

You were right next door to me the

whole time and you didn't tell me?

I wanted to tell you.

Yeah, you should have.

I was all alone. And Ma?

Ma never knew.

She thought you were

dead or something.

I felt like I was dead.

All that time on the

outside, looking in.

Because you left us!

No, because I didn't

have a choice, Max.

You had a choice.

Will you try to understand?

No! I don't understand.

I don't understand!

I don't understand any of this!

Maxie, I wanted to

tell you so many times,

but it was too dangerous.

If it was so dangerous, why

are you telling me now, huh?

Because it's time.

It's time you knew the truth.

You're ready.

I'm ready?

That's right, son.

For what?

What are you talking about?

Come to the basement, Max.

You need to see something.

See what?

Your birthright.

You gotta be kidding me.

As my father's shoes worked for me,

mine will work for you.

Who are all these people?

Customers.

They help us to help others.

They're all labeled.

Derek Jeter?

That one was for me.

Pop, you made all these shoes?

These shoes go all the way back to

your great grandfather, Pinchas.

He passed them on to

my father, Herschel,

just as I am passing

it onto you.

It's a privilege to walk

in another man's shoes, Max,

but it's also a responsibility.

I think you've learned

that by now.

You're a guardian of souls, Max.

You are the cobbler.

This is your thing.

I missed you, Max.

I really missed you.

Pop...

I'm so...

Listen to me, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about Ma.

I didn't mean to.

Oh.

I didn't know.

I'm the one who left.

I made the mistakes.

And you...

You did right by her.

By me...

You did right.

It's been a long day.

What do you say we close

up shop and go home?

Yeah, let's go home.

Son, I can't go out the front.

Not like this.

Let's go out the back.

What back?

This back.

Wow! I don't believe it.

Believe it.

Beats the subway.

Pop, this is yours?

It's ours.

Webb, this is my son, Max.

Nice to meet you, Max.

Hi, Webb.

Webb, we are heading

home to Brooklyn.

Very good, sir.

Did Jimmy have this place?

No, no, no, no.

I put this in after I bought Jimmy out.

Where is he?

The Caribbean.

He sends his regards.

You know, barbers have always

been very trusted friends to us.

We never have to

worry about 'em.

Who do we have to worry about?

Dry cleaners.

Dry cleaners?

Really?

They're not nice fellas

and they're very powerful.

Wow.

Uh...

So, Pop, you mean

we're not the only ones?

No, no, no. There's plenty of

tradesmen like us out there.

Some good, some bad,

and it's been that

way for centuries.

Tomorrow, we'll sit down with the stitcher.

I'll show you everything.

Oh, man,

that thing is great, Pop.

Where did we get it?

The stitcher?

Oh, that's a good story, actually.

A long time ago,

on the coldest of winter nights,

a vagrant came knocking

at the door of our shop.

Your great-great grandfather

gave him shelter

when no one else would.

He fed the man,

mended his shoes...

In the morning, the vagrant...

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