Where God Left His Shoes Page #3

- Yeah.

We're gonna be in our own apartment

for Christmas after all.

What do you think of that?

I'm not kidding. I gotta see

the property manager in an hour.

- Oh, my God.

- Didn't I tell you?

- Didn't I promise you?

- You did, you did.

- I promised you, right?

- Is Santa Claus gonna come this year?

There is no Santa Claus.

Really, stupid, think about it.

How can Santa Claus

go to everyone's house

in the whole wide world in one night?

Don't listen to your brother. He doesn't

know his ass from his mouth.

Sweetie, you know what?

Santa already came.

- He brought us a beautiful apartment.

- But I want my doll back.

Aw.

- Well...

You know what Papa's gonna do?

I'm gonna call Santa personally

and make sure that he hooks you up

with whatever it is you want.

Let me get a little giggle out of you.

- Nothing?

- She's tired.

All right. I gotta go, honey. Come on.

Why don't you take

the troublemaker with you,

and I'll take Tina to the clinic

and pack everything up?

You get the easy way out, huh?

- You know he can't stay here.

- I get stuck with him.

- Come on, Justin.

- Why can't I stay here?

Because you're coming with me, that's

why. Come on, bundle up, champ.

- Bundle up.

- You can't go out like that.

Come on, baby. I'm five blocks

from the subway, then a couple of blocks...

Just take that.

- See you back here in a couple of hours?

- With a key.

With the key to our new apartment.

Thank God.

Oh, it's freezing.

- Come on, let's go.

- Why can't I stay here?

Because you can't, that's why.

It's not safe.

- I can protect myself.

- Oh, yeah?

You can protect yourself

from a grown man?

Yeah, hell, yeah.

Yeah, let someone try something.

- Where the hell you get that?

- I got it from a friend.

Can I see it?

What the hell are you doing with this,

man? What's wrong with you?

- What?

- Carrying sh*t like that.

- What's wrong with you?

- I can protect myself.

- You can protect yourself from a man?

- Yeah.

- You think you could?

- Yeah.

Come on, protect yourself.

What you gonna do now?

What you gonna do now?

Come on, what you gonna do?

Protect yourself.

If you can do it, man,

if you can protect from me,

you can stay here all day. Come on.

- Ugh.

- Uh-huh.

Just as I thought.

You're an a**hole.

Don't ever let me catch you

with a knife again, you hear me?

Whatever.

- Go under, go under.

- What?

Go under.

Go, go!

Hi. Merry Christmas. I'm Frank Diaz.

I'm here to see Carita

about an apartment.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, look. Hey, hey, look.

Yankee Stadium, man.

- We can watch the game from here.

- Oh.

- That's cool.

Okay, Mr. Diaz, it's $201 a month.

And utilities included,

first and last month's security.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes