Dragged Across Concrete

subtitle by rubinmusicbox®

I liked you back when we was in elementary...

in Mr. Lorenzo's class.

I liked you, too.

Wish I knew that.

Though I would've needed an instruction manual back then.

Ever thought about doing something else?

Some other kind of work?

Not real serious or anything.

Worked at the mall for a little while.

Let me look if you don't mind.

I've had a long intermission.

I'mma talk with Andre on Tuesday.

You interested if something comes up?

Before I consider that kind of vocation,

I need to get myself acclimated.

Certainly.

Walk around, breathe some air, gaze at the sky,

see how blue it looks on the outside.

Enjoy yourself.

Once I've settled, I'll let you know.

Anyhow...

thanks for setting that up with Lana.

And for fetching.

Certainly.

See you.

Um, uh...

Baby, go back to your room, okay?

- Mama's busy. - This ain't Ethan.

Henry?

Yeah.

- Get some clothes on... - Look...

I got company right now. I...

Put some clothes on and eject that nigga

or I'm practicing home runs on his skull.

Move like you in fast-forward.

Look, you ain't got no right coming here.

That was a baseball bat and this door's beyond flimsy.

Okay, okay.

Let us get ourselves dressed. Damn.

Forcing my friend out.

You gotta promise you're not gonna hurt him.

Out.

Call my mother again and I'll crack your skull.

- Understand? - I do.

'Aight.

Take those garbage bags that are outside down to the trash.

Okay, I will.

Fool, you just cost me.

Ma, how long you been doing this?

Not long.

What happened to your job at the grocery?

I got fired.

I left you money before I went in.

Plenty for twice as long.

It ran out.

Yeah...

And I can see its footprints up and down your arms.

Look, you ain't got no right lecturing me about nothing.

Your ass went to jail. I did what I had to do.

Ma, let's fast-forward all this.

Ain't no point in arguing about a bunch of yesterdays.

You can't be doing this.

Hooking, needles...

and especially not in front of Ethan at all ever.

He ain't a toddler no more.

And you doing those things around him,

it'll mess him up permanent.

So, you gonna take care of us now, huh?

Like your cock-sucking father did

when he ran off with his faggot-ass boyfriend?

Pops is a yesterday who ain't worth words.

You got opportunities right out the penitentiary?

I might.

Look, we are six months behind on bills, rent, everything.

And the collection agency, they buzzing like mosquitoes...

'Aight.

Start organizing yourself and this place...

and I'll figure things.

Ethan home?

What?

It's me.

Henry?

- When'd you get out of the oven? - Today.

Can I come in?

Yeah...

Mom told me to lock the door

'cause a man was coming over later.

- I'm coming. -

Sounds like you could use some oil.

Ma, you got any? Some kind that smells good.

I got the Italian kind with the cork in it.

That'll work.

Looks like you've been working out.

Yeah, I've been doing curls.

Let's do it proper.

So, you wanna show me those video games

you talked about in your letters?

Are you gonna stay here?

I am...

till things are sort of correct.

Where's mine?

Spilled.

You didn't think to go back and get me another?

Accelerated the event.

There was little time and less inclination.

Prick.

I thought you'd be okay with...

me just telling you about mine.

Nope.

The story begins on the fields of Jamaica where...

Davids is gonna do leaky pipes?

Usually works, yeah.

You're still maintaining that...

gum is for cows and imbeciles?

I do and it is.

- -

Go away, I'm sleeping.

Come on, I'm sleeping.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Vasquez,

but there's a leak coming from your apartment.

I need to come in and check the pipes.

I don't see any leaks.

The super hired me to check the pipes.

Let me in and I'll take care of it as quick as I can.

Mr. Vasquez?

Sir.

Sir.

I need to get in there and check those pipes.

- - Mr. Vasquez.

- - I'm getting dressed.

Police. Don't move.

Don't move your arm again, comprende?

All right. Yeah.

Anthony.

Bullshit, man. Shit.

Anybody else in there?

Mi novia.

She's in the bedroom, man. It's just her.

She got a weapon? This wonderful woman you're abandoning?

No.

What's her name?

If you happen to recall.

Man, you wanna get your fucking...

- - Shit!

There's something on your boot.

Yeah, I noticed. What's her name?

- Rosalinda. - That sounds like two names.

- At least. - Yeah. Well, it's just one.

You're completely sure there's only one woman in there?

Just one, man, it's just her.

Rosalinda.

This is the Bulwark Police.

I need you to open that door and come out with your hands up.

Rosalinda, are you in there?

Rosalinda speaks English?

Yeah, yeah, but she got a problem with her ears, man.

- Is she deaf? - She wears something, man,

to make her hear better but not when she goes to sleep though.

He looks like a snorer.

Yeah, it's called sleep apnea, man.

She got a firearm in there?

No gun, man, but she got some pepper spray in her purse,

so, you know...

- Oh. Come on. Come on, man. - This will be snug.

Shit, that's cutting off my circulation.

We'll be back before your foot turns blue.

Probably.

A lot nicer than my place.

Even the smell.

We've met Davids.

- Officer? - Detective?

You dove deep on this plumber thing.

I've got a cousin who plumbs.

Vasquez a shackle?

On the fire escape.

His deaf girlfriend's in here.

You guys gonna shoot her?

- She's got a gun. - 75-percent chance, yeah.

All right. Where do you want me?

Window.

Should've let the plumber in.

Police. Okay?

Comprende, si or no?

Her handbag seemed a little heavy.

You been taking into account the amount of make-up

- Latinas carry? - Yeah, even still.

She's got a gun.

Come on. Come on, honey.

You stay there.

Why don't you shut the doors and crank up the fans?

Where did your novio put that green duffel bag

you got last night?

Can I have something to wear?

I'm cold.

I didn't understand that, did you?

No.

Sounded kind of like dolphin.

I expect she'll get more intelligible

when she answers our questions.