Original subtitles

A'ight. That's two-fifty.

Damn. All I got is two.

-Any way you could look out? -Sure.

I can look out for another 50 cents and let you know when I find it.

Until then, it's two-fifty.

Damn, Leslie.

[doorbell chimes]

Six dollars.

-No, I'm just getting the milk. That's it. -I know. And it's six dollars.

This is supposed to be three dollars, and that's all I got.

Well, that isn't enough now, is it?

Fine. I'll get a half gallon.

Half gallon's five dollars.

How's a half gallon five dollars and a gallon six?

Those are the prices.

You think you're the only bodega who sells milk?

-I'll go up the corner and get it cheaper. -Go ahead.

♪ It's Bruno ♪

♪ My little funny Bruno ♪

♪ Bruno ♪

♪ Yep, it's Bruno ♪

-Three dollars. -Perfect.

[rings]

One sec.

Mm-hmm. All right.

Sorry, wrong price. It's six twenty-five.

What, are you kidding me? You got a fucking sign right there.

Let's go, Bruno.

[doorbell chimes]

[camera shutter clicking]

[woman] ♪ You can run, but you just can't hide ♪

♪ He's the devil, but he's in disguise ♪

♪ Change your fate, change your name in vain ♪

♪ 'Cause he's coming for you just the same ♪

♪ And he always has the same old line ♪

♪ What is yours is mine, is mine ♪

♪ And he ain't afraid to cross the line ♪

♪ And you never know when it's your time ♪

♪ But it's stealing time ♪

♪ They want her, so they coming for blood ♪

♪ They want her, so they' coming for blood ♪

♪ They coming for blood... ♪

- ♪ They coming for blood ♪ -Barry.

♪ They coming for blood ♪

♪ They coming for blood ♪

♪ They coming for blood ♪

♪ They coming for blood... ♪

Come on, Billy.

♪ They coming for blood ♪

["blood" echoing]

Hey, what the fuck are you doing, man? Hey, look at me.

You almost hit my dog!

♪ They coming for blood ♪

♪ They coming for blood ♪

♪ They coming for blood ♪

♪ They coming for blood ♪

♪ Coming for blood, coming for blood ♪

[distorted indistinct chatter]

Bruno!

["Old Days" playing]

[singer, indistinct]

♪ In my dying days, I'm old and weak, you see... ♪

Welcome to my world...

Crackhead Malcolm.

♪ And you look with those eyes ♪

♪ Downcast and sad... ♪

Come on. I'll take care of you.

[Malcolm groaning]

There you go, baby. There you go.

[coughs and chokes]

[Malcolm whimpering]

Drugs.

Prostitution.

And homelessness?

I tell you, Nancy. He's just a shell of a man without his dog Bruno.

Regardless of how we feel about him,

no one should be stripped of something so dear to them.

Who knows what he'll do next?

I think it's his true demons coming out.

The dark person I think he is is now coming to light.

A real scum--

[retches]

[bell rings]

-Hey! That man just abducted that child! -Yeah! Get him!

-[man] Get back here! -[second man] Come here, you old hoodlum!

What'd you do with Bruno, little bastard?

A lot of people do a craft brewery.

I think maybe I'll do, like, a meadery where they serve, like, mead.

[dog barks]

Worthless ass. Come on, Angie.

I don't want you catching nothing.

[Malcolm groaning]

Malcolm?

Shit.

Uh...

Let's get up, man.

Now that I know where that little fuck is gonna be,

I can finally catch him and get Bruno back.

-Bro... -[dog panting]

you cannot be seen around any kids for a while.

You can't go to that event.

You lucky it's just a ass-whipping you got and not a jail sentence.

You're right.

I can't believe you smoked crack...

and abducted a child.

-And banged a hooker. -Shh.

Chris, can you please stop letting that dog hump you?

Oh, man. It's cool.

-He's gentle. -You gotta resist, bro.

Man, did y'all read the rest of this flyer?

[dog continues panting]

Yo, I think you walk this lady's dog, man.

[knock on door]

-Ahh. Uh-- -You're judging this, right?

Yes, in a couple of days. Why?

Do you have the contact information to the contestants?

-Yes. -Good.

What happened to your face?

[Barry laughing]

[salsa music playing]

He dancing. He dancing doggie.

Yeah, yeah. It's all about that neck jerk, Papa. Get that neck jerk.

-[vibrates] -[Barry] I love it. I love it.

Judge Jizzel, how are you?

Surprise, asshole. This ain't Judge Jizzel.

It's Malcolm.

You know, the guy who you kidnapped and drugged, whose dog you stole.

I don't... I don't know what you're talking about, sir.

Don't "sir" me, you little cocksucker.

You messed up big time, my man. Big time!

You know Jizzel, right?

The one who's judging your little fucked-up son's dance competition?

Guess what. She just happens to be a client and a real good friend of mine.

Wait. What did you tell her? Please don't do this to my boy.

-Let's talk this out. -There's nothing to talk about.

You got one option. You return Bruno to me tonight,

or I make sure your son is disqualified from every dance competition

-in the fucking state. -Okay. All right.

Just... don't get Judge Jizzel involved.

You and Billy--you bring Bruno to the park

on the corner of Evergreen and Elder in one hour.

Okay.

Oka--

Motherfucker.

[screams] Barry!

Barry! Come back here with Bruno!

Barry!

Bruno!

[Malcolm] Good boy. Let's go.

Bruno. Come on, Bruno. Bruno, Bruno.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, that's a good boy.

-Oh, my boy. Come on, my boy. -There he is as promised.

[Bruno whines]

We took good care of him. We fed him. We walked him. The whole nine.

Billy and me are sorry for everything.

Yeah. We're sorry.

[Barry] So we good now?

You got a fucked-up family. You know that?

You have any idea what you and your dog-stealing kid put me through?

You stole my dog. You drugged me.

You made me smoke crack. I abducted an innocent child.

-I banged a hooker. -Whoa. Whoa.

We didn't make you do those things.

You're gonna pay for what you did.

[Malcolm] Judge Jizzel.

What'd I tell you? Nothing but some two-bit criminals.

We had a deal. You played us.

You played yourself.

You stole Bruno?

Yes, ma'am, we did.

-Why? -We steal dogs.

It's how we pay for Billy's dance lessons.

Well, I'm sorry,

but I can't support that type of behavior from any of my dance competitors.

-[Malcolm] I don't blame you. -I'm sorry, Billy.

I don't know what this kid's crying about.

He wouldn't have stood a chance in your dance competition.

I can dance better than him on one foot. Come on.

Oh, yeah?

Prove it.

[salsa music playing]

[men singing in Spanish]

[music stops]

[new song playing]

[song ends]

-Goddamn. -[Jizzel] Ha ha ha.

Maybe bailando really can dance.

Oh, bravo. I'm sorry, Malcolm.

Though they did commit those crimes,

I can't commit one myself by not letting this boy compete.

[Jizzel laughing]

Thank you.

Whatever.

-[Jizzel] Yes. -Oh, my boy.

I promise I won't let anyone ever take you away from me again.

I missed you so much.

[man] ♪ My friend ♪

♪ Tells me that there's a road beyond this road ♪

♪ That's unending ♪

♪ Someday ♪

♪ When I walk up a happy road that... ♪

[theme music playing]