Where God Left His Shoes
Eric, be back in a minute,
all right? Keep hitting.
Hey, Frank.
Frank, you got a minute?
I just got off the phone with the promoter
for the December fight.
- Oh, yeah? What did he say?
- Pulling you from the card.
- You're kidding me.
- No.
Why would they do that?
Come on, Frankie. You know why.
- Yeah.
- Nothing I can do.
Right.
Don't worry, papi.
There'll be other fights, right?
Hell, yeah.
I mean, they can't just do that.
You have a contract.
- They can do whatever they want.
- Well, sue them.
Yeah, well, who am I gonna sue?
What, who am I gonna sue?
I can't sue nobody.
- Mom, Justin hit me.
- No, I didn't, she's lying.
Did too!
- No, I didn't!
Did too!
Who was a liar?
- She's lying.
- Just go wash up.
- Dinner's ready.
But...
- Do you see that?
Hey.
You heard your mother. Get out.
- Well, she just hit...
Now.
- But she...
Now.
Man.
Can Hector do something?
I'm not dealing
with that parasite anymore.
I took all my stuff out of the gym
and out of the locker.
Oh.
"Oh," what?
What's that supposed to mean?
I was counting on the money.
We have no more.
- What am I gonna do? I'm behind bills...
- I know, I was...
I'm counting on it too, okay?
I'll figure something out, I will.
I promise you, I will. Come on.
- Don't be like that.
- Don't... Don't "come on" me.
Stop it.
Stop it.
- Go to basketball tryouts today?
- No.
Why not?
Because I don't wanna play basketball.
I wanna play football.
He's gonna get hurt if he plays football.
- Tell him he needs to play basketball.
- You need to play basketball.
Wow, that's just the enthusiasm he needs.
- What do you want me to say?
- I want you to encourage him.
I would, but he can't shoot hoops.
- Why not?
Why not?
When he dribbles,
he looks like a retard.
- I can dribble.
No, you can't.
- I can.
- No, you can't.
- Yes, I can.
- I've seen you dribble. You can't dribble.
Your sister dribbles better than you.
- Can I box?
- Can you box?
- What are you gonna box, oranges?
No boxing.
- Out of your head.
- Why not?
Because I say so.
Don't look at me.
If you throw a punch the way you dribble,
you're not even gonna see 13.
I can't be worse than you.
- Hey, what'd you say?
- Nothing.
You said something. I wanna hear it.
- I didn't say anything.
What'd you say?
I didn't say anything.
- So?
- What?
What now? Jesus Christ.
- You check the fuse box?
It's not the fuse box.
We're the only ones out.
Did you pay Con Ed?
You wanna do this in front
of the kids right now?
Can you turn on the lights?
I'm scared.
Oh, sweetie, don't be scared.
Come here, come here, come here.
There's nothing to be scared of.
The dark is actually a lot of fun.
Hey, hey, Justin, grab your plantain
and throw it at me.
- What?
- Come on, throw it at me.
I'll get in trouble.
You're not gonna.
- Throw it at me.
- What are you doing?
- What are you doing?
- Watch.
- Get it in my mouth.
You're cleaning this up, okay?
Yeah, okay, yeah. Come on.
- Ready? You ready?
- All right, watch your sister.
She's gonna outdo you.
One for the team!
One for the team.
- Guess whose turn it is.
- Mom's.
That's right.
- I'm not...
Don't you dare throw that.
Don't throw that at me.
You're playing this game
no matter what.
- That's right, that's right.
I ain't playing this game.
- Yes, you are.
- Come on, concentrate, woman, focus.
Don't throw that at me.
- Open up, Mom.
Come on, it loves you.
Wait, wait, baby,
let me do it, let me do it.
Let me get it, Mama.
Watch, watch.
Come on, open your mouth. She's right.
Come on.
That's right. You know how we like it.
Oh!
Ah.
You spit it out. I got it in.
I wanna demand a recount.
Justin.
Aw.
All right, that's enough.
No more. Come on.
We're not gonna waste all the food.
That was fun.
- You're not scared anymore, right?
No, I'm not.
- What was that?
Not anymore.
CHILDREN:
Trick or treat!
All right, I'm coming, I'm coming.
Hey, can I help you?
Yeah, New York City
Department of Housing.
Trick or treat.
- What's going on?
What is this?
Sorry, man. You got two hours
to pack your stuff.
Come on.
All right, how much do we have?
Two hundred and twenty-nine.
Two hundred and twenty-nine, okay.
If I sell the car, we could probably get
what, another 800, maybe 900,
if we're lucky.
- I'll look for a job tomorrow.
- You can't look for a job.
Who's gonna take care of Tina?
Come on, we can't afford it.
- Where are we gonna go tonight?
- I don't know, I don't know.
Why don't we just go to a hotel,
sleep the night, try to figure things out?
Why don't we call your cousin Benny?
No way. We're not staying with Benny.
There's no way I'm staying with him.
He's been shot, like, five times.
He's a goddamn hoodlum.
I can call Luis.
What are you thinking?
I wasn't thinking. I mean...
Hey, I'm sorry.
Look, I'm fine. Just forget it.
Just forget it, all right?
Check, please. Check.
Everything okay here?
- Yeah, it's great.
- What's the damage?
- Uh, it's 16 pumpkins.
Sixteen, that's a lot of pumpkins.
- How much are the shakes?
Five dollars apiece.
- And the fries?
Three ninety-five.
Okay, so five and five and four is what, 14?
Well, there's tax too.
Right, right, tax.
Who can forget the government, right?
Excuse me. I'll give you a minute.
Can I get some money, please?
What's the matter?
Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?
What, what, what?
What's the matter?
Come on.
Look, this isn't easy
on either one of us, all right,
but we gotta be strong.
Gotta be strong, baby.
We've gotta make a pact, no crying
in front of the kids. You got me?
- I'm just tired.
- I know, I know.
But the best thing for us right now
is to stay together, you got it?
Yeah.
We're gonna make it.
I promise you, we're gonna make it.
- Okay.
- All right?
Yeah.
I love you. Now come on.
Let's pay the bill
and go to sleep, all right?
I'll take care of it.
Take the kids out.
- I need a moment, okay?
- All right.
Come on.
Come on, hurry up.
Put all the candy away.
I got it.
I'm not done watching.
You pick them up.
Why do I gotta go pick it up?
Why can't you?
Don't start.
- But we...
- I got enough things on my mind.
- What the hell you doing?
I'm sorry.
- I'm really sorry.
- Clean it up.
Help him.
Here you go.
Here you go.
Here you go.
- Don't you usually give me 75?
- What about those bricks you dropped?
- You expect me to pay for that?
- Come on. I broke 10 bricks.
How much are bricks,
You want the 50 or not?
Come on, man. All I'm saying is
that 10 bricks at 50 cents is how much?
I mean, do the math.
You know what?
I don't got time for this sh*t. Take the 75.
Just don't ever expect me
to hire you again.
It's your choice.
Keep it.
There's a smart man if I ever saw one.
Hey, have you got any work
coming up in the next few days?
I don't know if you noticed
all the decorations
all over the place, but it's Christmas.
Thanks a lot.
- Ha.
- You scared me, you idiot.
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