Malcolm's Echo: The Legacy of Malcolm X Page #4

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[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

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