Where God Left His Shoes Page #8

Frank!

Frank, please! Frank, stop.

Oh, my God.

Frank!

Stop!

Baby...

oh, God.

WoMAN:

Mr. Diaz.

Yeah?

Can I talk with you for a second?

Yeah, sure.

What happened out there?

I'm sorry.

I got a little out of hand out there,

but he stole my jacket.

I thought you were placed

in an apartment.

So did we,

but obviously we didn't qualify.

- Sorry to hear that.

- What's going on? He pressing charges?

WoMAN:
No, but unfortunately I have

to ask you to leave the shelter.

- He took my jacket...

- Excuse me, excuse me.

That man stole my husband's jacket.

No, no, she's not understanding clearly.

- He stole our jacket.

- Ma'am... Angie, please, okay?

I had to fight him because

he took my jacket, all right?

I'm aware of what happened, and

I will deal with him, but you've gotta go.

You're gonna throw me out?

You're gonna throw... Me and my kids,

you're gonna throw us out?

What kind of shelter is this?

- You can stay and keep one bed.

- One bed?

What do I do with one bed, ma'am?

I got two kids here.

Can you count? One, two kids!

What do I do with that?

Angela. Angie, calm down.

- Don't...

Don't tell me to calm down

after what you did.

Don't you tell me to calm down!

What are you gonna do?

He steals my husband's jacket,

and we get kicked out?

- You tell me how this is fair! You're sorry?

WoMAN:
I'm sorry, but this is our policy.

You know what?

You leave me no choice.

- You leave me no choice.

- Can't you just reconsider, please?

- Can you think about it?

WoMAN:
I'm sorry, I can't.

He took my jacket.

I'm so sorry.

MAN:

Hello?

Hello?

Hey.

Where'd you go?

I called Luis.

Come here.

What'd you do that for?

- Because we got nowhere to go.

- Yeah?

He's gonna pick us up,

and let us stay with him.

- We can go to another shelter.

- The kids can't go on like this.

You're always on me, always,

about showing them the right way,

and then you do this?

- What kind of example you...?

- You know what?

I've done the right thing all my life.

I am done.

I'm trying to fix this right now, please.

Please.

Ready, guys?

Is Frank gonna come?

Yeah, he will.

How are you?

Great.

You look lovely.

Hey, big guy. How's it going?

Sorry, can we just do this

the way we talked on the phone?

Let's just not make it harder, okay?

Yeah. Sure.

Hey, man, it's all good.

No, man, it's not all good,

especially what you did to her.

Frank, for chrissake.

Angie, go with him, all right?

Go and take the kids.

I'm gonna find a shelter. I'm fine.

Justin, grab your things.

I'm not going.

Get in the car now.

No.

Frank, tell him to get in the car.

Hey, hey. What are you doing, man?

What are you doing, champ?

Come on, what's going on?

Come on, uptown.

Come on, downtown. Cross-town.

Cross-town. Come on, man.

Don't leave me hanging.

- I'm not going.

- You gotta go, man. You gotta go.

Gotta take care of your mother

and sister when I'm not around.

- You're the big man now.

- I'm not going without you.

Yeah, it's big of you, all right,

but you got no choice.

I have a choice.

If you don't go, I don't go.

- What the hell's going on here?

- Just a minute, okay?

Justin, you can't stay with Frank.

He's gonna go to another shelter.

It's gonna be too dangerous, okay?

Justin, why don't you listen to your mom

and come with us?

You can see Frank tomorrow.

How about you go in the car

and leave me and Frank alone?

I'm your father.

You don't talk to me that way.

What's this?

What is this?

I'm sorry I called,

and I dragged you out here, okay?

Yeah, you're sorry, all right.

Look at what you're putting yourself and

these kids through. For what? For him?

This is the man you keep

my son away from me for?

You're pathetic.

Pathetic.

Oh, man, look at that.

Okay, why don't you guys wait right here?

I'm gonna go in.

WoMAN:
You're all gonna have to

step back a bit.

I'm sorry, we have no room

for the rest of the night.

I've been here all night.

I understand.

There's nothing I can do.

You're gonna have to step back, sir.

I have no room for you. I'm sorry.

There's absolutely... No.

Let me stay.

It's beyond my control.

Can I have you all just step back, please?

I'm completely full for tonight.

I'm sorry.

- I have to ask you to step back.

- Sorry, sorry.

I gotta talk to somebody, please.

WoMAN:
Can you please clear

this walkway? Can you please...?

- I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry.

- How you doing?

- I need two beds.

- We're at capacity right now.

I'm sure you are,

but I got two children.

Sir, we're completely full for the night.

I'm sorry.

- Two little kids.

- Can we please clear this walkway?

- I'm sorry, we have no room.

- I know, I know.

Can you recommend a place?

- You can try Most Precious Host, maybe.

- You know, we just came from there.

WoMAN:
There's nothing else.

There's nothing else in the area.

Try, uh, Brooklyn.

I hear they have beds

out in Fort Greene,

but they might be full by now.

It's the busiest night of the year.

I'm sorry.

Everybody, please,

can I please have you clear this walkway?

We are completely full.

We have no beds.

It's totally full.

I don't know what the hell to do.

WoMAN

Stand clear of the closing door.

- What the hell you doing?

- Playing a game.

Don't play.

Try me.

Aw.

Too low, too low. My bad.

One more try, one more try.

Aw.

See, you can't throw, man.

You got no aim.

- I wanna try it. I wanna try.

- Let her try.

A small piece, baby.

Wait, wait, wait.

That has peanuts in it. I'm allergic.

- No, you're not.

Yes, I am.

I just told you that because

you'd stuff your face and get yourself sick.

Hey.

Hey, don't look at me.

I had nothing to do with that.

That is not right.

- Your mom's slick, isn't she?

Yeah.

Yes.

- Mmm. She got it!

- Who's the best? It's you.

- I did it.

You're the champ.

I can't believe you did that to him.

- Not the worst thing.

- You're too much.

I love you.

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