All language subtitles for Night.Comes.On

She used to say that the cars in the
night could sound like the ocean.

Like the waves running in
and out like the tide.

You squeeze your eyes tight enough,
you could almost see the sun...

smell the salt... feel the sand.

Doesn't matter where
you are, she say.

Just listen to that sound,

and you're on a bright sunny
beach relaxin' in the sun.

I keep trying.

But, Ma, every time
I close my eyes...

all I see is you.

Two minutes.

Angel, you have here a
string of offenses.

I see shoplifting, drug use.

But your last one, the one that
got you in here, what was it?

Unlawful possession of a weapon.

- And what was that weapon?
- A handgun.

That's right.

You turn 18 in two
days and I have here

a recommendation
for your release.

But, I don't see anyone
here with you today,

so where will you be staying?

With her girlfriend.

Hm, no family members?

I understand the mother's deceased.
And the father?

On his appeal, his murder charge was
dropped due to insufficient evidence.

But Angel has no contact
with him at this time.

Oh. Why can't you stay
with the sister, Abigail?

- Uh, she's ten.
- Oh.

How long has it been
since you've seen her?

Couple of years.

[1] You've only been in a year.

I wasn't the best influence.

She's been in 13 foster homes,

unfortunately, with some
sub-standard placements.

- Such as?
- She was

molested in her first placement.

It went unreported over a year.

Why didn't she report it?

She didn't want her
sister to be alone.

Hm.

Here's your one-day bus pass.
Sign here and here.

Bus to Philly's on the corner.

Excuse me. Do you have a charger

I could borrow for my phone?

No, I don't have no charger.

She want a charger?

I got a charger for her.

Do you happen to have a
charger for this phone?

Oh, try next door there.

Excuse me, sir.
My phone is dead.

- Would you happen to have...?
- No, I don't have that.

- You can't even look up at my phone?
- No.

Man, you acting like you so
busy in this empty-ass store.

You can't look up from your
shrimp dick to see my phone?

Hi, this is Maya. I
guess you missed me.

So, leave a message.

Hey, it's Abby.

Um, I was wondering where you
were and if you're okay.

Um, I wanted to know what you
were gonna do for your birthday.

- Marcus?
- Angel, right?

Come on in.

- How's my little Jackie?
- Ready to get out.

Yeah, I bet she is. You got
lucky rooming with her.

I'm gonna do something real special
for her when she gets out.

My little bugaboo.

You only turn 16 once, right?

Come on, follow me.

Yeah, this was my son's room,
so, don't mind the smell.

It's my office now.

Goes right for the Uzi.

What are you doing,
Rambo, robbing a bank?

It's actually... it's not
wrong to go with that one.

It's got an extra clip,
and since you don't

shoot on a regular
basis, you got 30 tries.

I already know which one I want.
I want a .380 semi-automatic.

Jackie said you have one.

And how would Jackie know?

It's like a Bryce/Jennings?

Yeah, Bryce/Jennings.

You run track or somethin'?
You got nice strong legs.

- Look, you got one or not?
- Hey, I only carry guns that work,

so, what you see
is what you get.

Oh whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no.

That's definitely not for you.

- You saying I can't handle it?
- Not like that you can't.

Come here, what are you doing?

This goes on your shoulder.

Boom. Like that.

This goes there. This
goes here, right?

Now, when you pull
that trigger...

It'll knock you on your
ass, and you'll blow a hole

the size of your
head in someone.

You gotta keep swaggin' on me?

So what happened, your
boyfriend cheat on you?

Piss you off? What happened?

This is the one you need.

It's a detective's special.

It's small, you can
fit it in your purse

or your little gym
shorts or whatever.

It's my cheapest one.
Packs a big fist.

How much?

I'll give it to you for 150.

That's bullshit. It
ain't even automatic.

- I'll give you 70.
- Darlin', I am not in the business

of girls in skin-tight
jeans coming in here

trying to get stuff free
based off their looks.

- Jackie said I could get a...
- Jackie's a 15-year-old kid.

What does she know about guns?

Look, I'll give you 70 today,
and the rest tomorrow.

You think I'm an asshole?
Is that it?

You just thought you'd come in here
and play me like I'm an asshole.

I'll tell you what.

Since you're a friend
of the family.

You see that net?

You get this in, I'll
give you that for free.

And if I don't?

I fuck you.

Ball doesn't even
fit in the hole.

Turn around.

Just let me touch it.

Fuck.

Hey, hon, what's up?

She stood you up again?
Unbelievable.

I don't know why you're
friends with her.

You're down the street?

Hey, listen, on your way home,
can you pick up some milk?

Yeah, I used the last
of it this morning.

Yeah, okay. Bye.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What do you think you're doin'?

- What?
- We didn't finish here.

- That's not my problem.
- Yeah?

Sure as shit ain't my problem.
You gotta go.

Come on.

Meet you on the
Strawberry Mansion Bridge

next to the river.

- When?
- I'll let you know.

Do me a favor.

Throw this out.

I'm skinny, and I like sausage.

Yeah!

- You want?
- Oh, no thanks.

So...

Oh. How is your day so far?

Actually, I wanted to ask you
if you have my dad's address?

Hold on now, hang on. Before we
get into that, we got some...

I wanted to apply for a program,

and they said I need my dad's
address for financial aid.

- And I thought maybe you had it.
- Are you leading

this little tκte-ΰ-tκte?

Rule number one:

You cannot travel between

the hours of 8:00
pm and 6:00 am.

Rule number two: You better
not cross state lines.

Rule number three. You report here
for your weekly drug drop tomorrow.

Can you read?

- What, too many pages?
- No.

Well, good. 'Cause you violate
one thing in that list,

and you're back inside.

So you have your goal
sheet filled out?

- My what?
- Your goal sheet?

You were supposed to
write down three goals

while you were in
the waiting room?

Oh, she didn't tell me.

- She didn't tell you?
- She didn't.

Okay, look.

I'm gonna help make this
as smooth as possible.

So, you tell me.
What are your goals?

- I mean, I want a job.
- Just any old job.

Look, I'm gonna tell you
something, Miss Lamere.

You wanna listen to me here?

At the end of the
day, nobody cares.

I mean, sure, you might be
able to get somebody's pity,

but nobody really cares if
you make it or you don't.

Miss Lamere?

You can work with
me or not, okay?

I'm your friend here, but
I got 62 other cases,

and I learned the hard way
that I only have time

for the kids that
actually want my help.

I'm not asking for your help.

Then I don't have time for you.

- I used to wanna be a teacher.
- You wanna be a teacher?

I'm saying I used to
wanna be a teacher.

- Do you have a degree?
- No.

So I'm glad we got
that out there,

'cause now you have a goal.

But more immediately,
we need a job.

You need to take concrete steps.

This world isn't just
gonna open up for you.

Okay, need a job,
how do I get that?

That is not the tactic you
wanna take with me, my friend.

Look, we're outta time, so...

I'm gonna have you interview
with Job Corps tomorrow.

This is the address.
Take some ID with you.

And I'm gonna write
this down as mandatory.

I don't have ID.

Well, then take your birth
certificate to DMV and get one.

- They can't find it.
- Apply for a new one.

Then I need my dad's address.

Okay, so your father is...

- John Lamere.
- John...

Your father was
charged with murder?

Yeah.

- Murdering your mother?
- But they released him, so...

Yeah.

I can't give you that.

- Hello?
- Hello,

Uncle Roger, it's me, Angel.

Uncle Roger?

Yeah, I'm here.

- You out?
- Yeah.

Well, that's good.

- Uh...
- Yeah, I was just wondering

if you knew where my dad was.

Did you talk to Abby?

Why?

You know he's seen her, right?

All right?

Gimme that.

- How many has he smoked?
- Twice.

- Three times.
- That's why you're so stupid.

- Get on my level.
- What's two plus two?

Twenty-two, I mean, four. Four.

No, you can't take that back.
You know that you said 22.

- Yes, I can.
- You know that you said 22.

Two plus two is four and not 22.

Don't make yourself
even more dumb.

You know your
multiplication tables?

- Twelve times 12.
- One hundred forty-four.

Give me all the totals.

Give me all the totals
and then I'll think

- that you're not dumb.
- Who is that?

- What?
- Fuck, where'd I put the weed?

I don't know, we
had it somewhere.

What y'all kids doing
back here, lightin' up?

- Who're you?
- Who are you?

Why do you care?

You a social worker?

That's my sister, dummy.

So, you're the one
adopting Abby?

'Cause she always saying, "As
soon as my sister get out",

she's gonna be 18 and
she comin' to get me."

- Blah, blah, blah, shut up!
- I am.

As soon as I get my
situation straight,

be the first thing I do.

So, can you be my mom, too?
I'm tired of this place.

- You sure she won't be home soon?
- Yeah, she just left for work.

Is that her real
daughter's room?

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You look different.

Yeah, I put on some pounds.

- No, not that.
- My hair is different.

That's Sharize's. She's crazy.

You been here awhile.
It's a good place, right?

I hate it.

Okay, well, you don't
have to like everything.

Well, I got you something.

It's okay if you don't like it.

This is great.

I said you don't
have to like it.

It's got the glue and the tape.

Guess what? I just
got a new job.

- Really? When do you start?
- I don't even know yet.

They need these documents before
I could officially start,

but they said I got it.

What do you mean?

Well, you know my binder,
with all my information?

They can't find it.

It should be fine though.

You think it's in my files?

Maybe.

I can go look.

Yeah... bring it here.

Gotcha.

No, you got me.

They got you on Seroquel,
Vyvanse and Ritalin?

Yeah.

You gonna fight me?
You gonna fight me?

- Don't take any of that zombie shit.
- I don't.

They just give it to
you so you ain't mad,

so they don't have
to deal with you

feeling things you're feeling.

- Hold me, please?
- Know what I do?

Know how foster moms get more
money if you're trouble?

Well, me and Chief,
we sell the meds.

And she ain't trippin', 'cause
she making the extra income,

and we cut her some
of the profits.

Hug.

Nobody arranges
visitations with you?

Uncle Roger, nobody?

We're busy. Come on.

It's your turn to watch him.

- No other family members?
- Like who?

I don't know. John?

All right. Give me a hug.

Gotta go.

Why?

- Gotta go.
- Where're you gonna sleep tonight?

A friend's place.

- Your girlfriend?
- Yeah.

What?

Angel, I forgot.

- I did see him a few months ago.
- Where?

We had to take one of those,
it's like not the regular buses.

Okay, what's the address?

Oh, the thing is, I
don't know it by heart.

You don't know it.

I mean, I could show it to you.

You can't come with me.

I'll remember which buses

when I see the signs.

And then we get there,

I'll know what the
houses look like

so I'll know where to go.

We can go tomorrow morning.

Abby, you cannot come with me.

Okay.

What time?

Hey, this is Maya. I guess
you missed me. So...

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K,

L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S,
T, U, V, W, X, Y and...

She's leaving me.

Hey, this is Maya.

I guess you missed me.
So, leave a message.

Hey, Maya, it's me, Angel.

Anyway, I'm out. So...

And if I can't stay
with you, it's cool.

You just gotta let me know so I
can make other arrangements.

Or maybe you ran out of
minutes or something.

Uh, anyway, just call me back.

Goddamn!

Who is that fine-looking
specimen at my door?

I'm sorry. I tried calling you.

Yeah, no, I ran out of minutes.

So, you coming from
work or something?

You look nice.

Yeah, actually, I
just got promoted.

Shit, really?

They didn't make you do, like, a
whole shit ton of things, did they?

Some guy came to check if there was an
extra mattress and no drugs around.

Oh, shit. No.

No, I'm done with all that.

It's just a little weed here and
there, but that's about it.

What's this?

- You got it by yourself?
- No.

- You should've waited for me.
- I did wait.

You weren't with nobody?

Like, your cellmate
or some shit?

My cellmate, Jackie, all
she kept talking about

was all the ways she was gonna
kill herself when she got out.

And what did you think about?

You, obviously.

- What?
- Nothing.

You're seeing someone.

It's just, you and
me, I don't know.

I can't get close to you.

I mean, you don't even
tell me everything.

- What do you want me to say?
- I don't know. Things.

Like what?

Yes, I want to do
something with my life.

But every time I tried,
it's always something.

Some form I didn't
fill out right,

some other person
I gotta contact.

And it's for what?

Because that's what
people do, Angel.

People talk about shit.

For what? I mean,
you want me to say

that I can't close my eyes at
night without seeing my father

banging my mom's head
against the bathroom wall,

and me standing there waiting for her
to get up like a fuckin' asshole?

Yeah, maybe.

Look...

But I didn't think that you
honestly wanted to crash here.

I just thought...

It's cool. I got a whole
lotta other bitches

following me and shit, so...

Fuck.

Take it easy.

And so I was, like, "Sharize,
I love your dress."

But really I was sayin', "Honey,
you need to go buy yourself",

a new dress because that's not on fleek,
unique, or any other type of word."

- How can I help you?
- Can I have two

round-trip tickets to Long
Beach Island, please?

- Sure.
- Abby, you sure that's the right one?

Yeah, I told you.
So anyway, I mean,

I think she wants to be my
sister or something be like...

Look, um, go get yourself
a snack or something.

Okay, it's gonna come to...

Um, actually, I need one
round-trip ticket and a one-way.

- Oh, so only one round-trip?
- Yes.

It's $42.50 for the round-trip,

and $26 for the one-way,
comes to $68.50.

Listen, you don't
have, like, um...

a single parent discount
or anything like that?

Hey, they only have gum.

- That's your kid?
- Yeah.

Everyone always
thinks we're sisters.

I'll give you a student discount.
Comes to $50.

Thank you.

Hey, this is not gonna be enough.
I'm hungry.

- Can we please get some real food?
- Okay.

- All right, that's one round-trip...
- Okay, thank you.

So then we're all, like,
trying to solve whatever X is,

and Ms. Grayson has her
back turned to the board.

And I'm just sitting there,
minding my own business

just finding what X is,

when, again, Sarah
just leans over to me

and says, "Ew, do you
even wash your hair?"

And so I whispered back that
she's a silly-ass thot,

and then I'm the one
that gets in trouble.

Next time you call her
little ass that after class.

So, anyway, that's
why me and Sarah,

we ain't in the
same class no more.

- So, where's Sarah now?
- Same place she's always been.

- What class you in?
- A different one.

But still advanced program?

Abby.

You gotta get back
in that program.

Hey, you, you listening to me?

You can't get kicked
out of that program.

You did.

Come on, pay up. And don't
leave her ass no tip,

she didn't even fill
your drink not one time.

What?

We used to live down that way.

So, what, he fucking
live by the beach now?

How come?

We used to go there on
birthdays, I told you that.

Stop.

Stop!

I hate my hair.

Why?

'Cause I don't know
what to do with it.

I don't know what to
do with mine either.

I just get bored and I
pull it into a twist

or a braid or something.

I don't know how to do twists.
Or braids.

- Want me to try?
- Yeah.

Ow.

- Leave some hair on my damn head!
- It don't even hurt that bad.

Ow!

Now the headband...

Now, right behind...

Thanks.

Ow, stop!

I'm gonna have to post this one.

I'm not supposed to see you
unsupervised, remember?

My belly feels funny.
I'll be right back.

The ones on their face,
it's just like...

I wanna get a tattoo
next to my eye.

I would get some type of, like,
dollar sign or something.

Abby...

Abby, what's going on?

We're playing MASH.

This is Abby's.

Abby Lamere is gonna
live in a mansion

as a roller coaster tester,
married to her principal

in Uzbekistan with 69 children.

Your principal better
be good-looking.

- Yes.
- Because if he's not,

- then that is rough.
- Oh...

I wanna do one for my sister.

- Okay, sit down.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, we'll do one.

Come on, Abby, let's let
them do their thing.

No, it's fine. Here.

Okay, give me four jobs
your sister could have.

Okay, teacher. Our mom was
a paralegal, so put that.

- Writer?
- Yeah, put that one down.

Oh, and a mogul.

All right, everybody,
we're stopping to refill.

Then we'll be on our
way out to the shore.

Please be back in ten minutes.

How do you not like them?

- You can't say that.
- Because they're just chewy.

They're toffee... toffee.

It's delicious. You know
what you should really try?

- Uh-uh.
- These.

- No.
- These are so good.

It's only raisins.

There's no eggs,
no dairy, no soy.

Are you going vegan? I
swear, if you go vegan...

No. What's wrong with that?

Abby.

Abby, come on!

I don't wanna be the
last people on the bus.

What, you shit
yourself or somethin'?

Come on. Stop playin'!

- Go away.
- All right, I'm coming in.

Stop fucking with me, Angel.
I'm not playing.

Leave me alone.

I got my fucking period, okay?

Okay, so what? Do you want me to
get you a tampon or somethin'?

- I don't know!
- What you mean you don't know?

I don't know! I never had
this happen to me before.

All I know is there's
blood fucking everywhere.

- Ain't no blood everywhere.
- Yes, there is.

All right. Be right back.

Come on, come on. Let me in.
Come on, come on, come on,

it's not like you
invented the damn thing.

Okay!

- Don't look at it.
- I won't.

- What is this?
- It's a pad.

It looks like a diaper.
I need a tampon.

You can't use a tampon
on your first time.

- Just stick it on your panties.
- But I don't want to.

Just stick it on there, it's fine.
Look.

- Good?
- Yeah.

Congratulations, you can now
pop a baby out your gooch.

Why you gotta say it like that?

- Fuck.
- Fuck!

I'm sorry.

You mad at me?

I'm gonna go talk to the lady,
see when the next bus is.

Excuse me. We were on
the bus to the beach.

I was wondering if you knew if another
one would come in and stop by?

Not 'til later tonight.

Fuck.

Is there another bus
station near here?

There's a local one that way,

but I don't know what
time it comes in.

All right, thanks.

- Are you sure you can take us?
- Yeah.

You really sure? 'Cause
I don't wanna...

Abby, come on. There's
a local bus that way.

- They can take us.
- Yeah, seriously,

you guys should just come
with us to my mom's house.

It's like a five minute walk
and then she can drive you.

She just gonna drive us?
She don't even know us.

- Yeah.
- Come on.

Like, bad at the same time,
but, like, who cares?

- Who cares?
- Like, God, it is not real.

That's true, because
it could be anything.

Yeah, like we could make
up something about...

about Ray or Mateo.

Don't you think Mateo's so cute?

- Yes. Yes.
- So cute.

- Who's Mateo?
- Oh, just this guy who plays basketball.

Like, it's just his name.
His name's cute.

- Is this your house?
- Yeah.

I saw him play
basketball yesterday.

- Yeah, yeah, I was there.
- Really?

- But Cameron's actually the best.
- Yeah, he is.

Just a trip.

He looks amazing.

It's like, everything he does.

He's amazing at basketball.

His whole scholarship.

He was ugly before
you liked him.

He wasn't ugly before,

It's just the haircut
enhanced all...

- So when's your mom coming?
- She's coming soon.

- Can I use your bathroom?
- It's right around the corner.

That wasn't eye contact.
It's not eye contact...

Angel Lamere, this is your P.O.
calling... again.

You missed your drug drop today.

I called over and you missed
your interview, as well.

Now, you better call
in immediately.

You have my number.

And this is a suicide.

Wait.

- Oh, no.
- That is disgusting.

- Ew.
- All right. Now, we need to draw straws

to see who'll drink it first.

Oh, my God, that's her.

Hey, Mom. I was gonna call you.

- Hey, don't you have to call him?
- Who?

They mean John.

Yeah, just so he
knows where you are.

Oh, uh, his cell broke.

- He doesn't have a house phone?
- It's a new house, so.

- Do you want me to look it up?
- No, it's cool.

Oh, yeah, she's really
good at finding numbers.

- Someone help me!
- Coming!

One time she found my
second cousin's cousin.

The green bag is
right back there.

Your last name is Lamere, right?

- Yeah, but...
- L-A-M-E-R-E?

No. I mean, yeah,
but just don't...

- That's fine, she can totally help you.
- No is no.

I have too much to do
for tonight, Lena.

Hi, girls!

- Hi, Jen.
- Hi, Jen.

Hi, I'm Jen.

Hi, Abigail.

Angel.

So you girls go to
Friends Central?

No.

I thought you said they
rode the bus with you?

Yes, to here, not
the school bus.

- Oh.
- I go to Martin Luther King.

Well, I hear that you
need a ride to the bus?

Yeah, but it's fine. We can just figure
out where we're going from here.

Oh, they just have to go to the beach.
Their dad lives there.

- Oh, he can't come get you?
- No, he's working.

But it's really cool.
We'll figure it out.

Okay, 'cause... I don't
know if I can...

I don't think I can drive
you right this minute.

- It's fine. We could just go.
- Wait, is this your dad?

Maybe I can call you a cab.

No, please don't, it's fine.

It says, "Father of two girls",

- arrested for murder...
- Please don't look at that.

Please, don't look at that!

Oh, shit. I'm really sorry.

- It's okay. It's okay.
- I'm so sorry.

Oh, no, it'll stain if you...

Listen, when we get there, you
gotta show me where he lives,

and then turn around
and get yourself back.

- But...
- But it might take a while.

Maybe he won't even be home,
and then you'll miss the bus.

And if you miss the bus, they'll come
looking for us and I'll be arrested.

- Do you want me to be arrested?
- No.

What are you doing?

Uh...

Happy Birthday, Angel.

But see? I crossed that out

because you've
already redeemed it.

- What's this?
- It's your birthday present.

- What?
- I didn't forget,

you told me you used to go.

I didn't forget.

Well, so, happy birthday.

Yeah, but we don't have
time to go to the beach.

So the thing is, I wanted to do
something special for your birthday.

And I'll tell you
where Dad lives.

I just wanted to
make today special.

What do you mean?

Well...

I guess the thing is,
Dad don't live here.

Okay, where does he live?

Well, I just wanted to
do something nice first.

- Where does he live, Abby?
- 'Cause I knew if I told you

maybe I won't see you
again for a while.

- I wanted to make it a nice day.
- Abby, I'm not playing games.

- Just us.
- Where does he live?

Where does he live?

He at our old house.

- What?
- I guess.

No, we don't have
the house no more.

He sold it to pay for his
lying fucking lawyer.

He rentin' back.

- So what, you went to go see him there?
- I didn't know.

- You gonna live with him there now?
- No.

- So, why you seeing him?
- I don't know!

Everybody else got a dad.
I wanted one, too.

He killed your mother, Abby!
In that house!

And look at you!

Walking around with my mother's
name on your backpack,

acting like you
love her so much?

Don't you ever say that!

What, are you crazy?

You don't love her more than me!

Stop!

You're a bitch and a fuck-up

and you act like you're
the only one alone!

You left me!

- I wanna redeem it.
- Forget it.

Please?

Look, can we please just go
to the goddamn fuckin' ocean?

I mean, the shit's right there.

Well, since you asked nicely.

So beautiful.

You gonna get in?

- Are you?
- Nah, it's too cold.

Yeah, I can't go in neither.

Yeah, you can.

Yeah, but my shirt's
not long enough.

Wear mine, it's
longer than yours.

There are too many
people around.

Here.

Don't go too far.

Come on, Angel!

Please?

All right.

Come on, ready?

- Come on.
- Nah.

- Come on. Please?
- This is far enough.

One, two, three.

Shit!

Angel!

You wanted to come to the beach!

You having fun?

When was the last time
we came to the beach?

My tenth birthday.

How old was I?

You just turned one, I think.

You kept trying to eat the sand.

- We came mad early for the sunrise.
- Why?

Ma said anybody could
see a sun set,

but it takes a motivated
person to see the sun rise.

Was he there?

Yeah.

He brought a tent, everything,

to keep you from eating the sand,
but then you'd just crawl out

and put your face
right in the sand.

Did he hate us?

He just got meaner and meaner.

How come?

He lost his job and she
was still working.

I don't really know why.

Do you think I'm like him?

I don't think you're like him.

It was weird when I saw him.

He got me these teddy bears
and this kid's chair,

like he didn't even
know I was grown.

We just sat there,
looking around.

Didn't say nothin'.

Angel, I don't
wanna be with him.

You don't need him.
You got yourself.

I don't got you?

You don't want me, Abby.
I'm no good for you.

Yes, you are.

Well, you think I'm this
okay person, but I'm not.

I think you're the greatest.

Okay.

Oh...

Abby!

- Are you okay?
- Why do you have a gun?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Why the hell do you have a gun?!

I've been trying to get
rid of the thing all day.

I was scared when I got out.

You gonna do something bad?

You think I'm trying
to go back to jail?

- I'm not gonna do nothin' bad.
- I know it!

I've been trying
to get rid of it!

Come on!

What?

Listen to me! Come
on, we gotta go!

I'm not gonna do nothin' bad!

Come on.

Come on.

Abby, come on.

Look, we gotta go. I'm not
gonna do nothin' bad.

Are you coming back with me?

I'm coming back with you.

- Got your shoes?
- Yeah.

We're approaching
our first stop.

The next stop will be
Center City, Philadelphia.

Please make sure you take
a good look around you

and grab all your belongings.
Thank you for riding with us.

It's late.

You wanna come in?

Um...

I was just about to make dinner.

Now?

I work nights now.

What do you do?

I'm cleaning... over
at an office complex.

- You're not building anymore?
- It's hard to explain.

I, um... Absence
from the work field.

You wanna eat?

I was just about
to make some soup,

but I can see if I have
something else, too.

I don't have much.

I've got some carrots.

We can add that.

Guess not the greens.

The floor is different.

They had to pull up the
tile to get to some mold.

You wanna give me a hand?

Yeah, okay.

Let it run a bit.

That way you won't
cry from the onions.

Oh, don't make 'em too small,
they may lose their integrity.

You can have a
seat at the table.

You in any kinda trouble?

No.

Got your housing situation
taken care of yet?

No.

Well, you know you
gotta do that.

I was 16 when your grandpa
told me I had to leave.

You know what me and your
Uncle Roger used to do?

Go through the garbage
bags at the donut shop.

You heard all this before, huh?

Okay, this is almost ready.

So, you wanna stay here?

Maybe.

Maybe I wanna stay here.

Why would you move back here?

I bounced around
for about a year.

I wanted to get out so bad.

But when I did, it felt
worse than being here.

I mean, all I can do
to try to keep from

falling in too
dark of a place...

was to try to...

was to try to go
back to a place...

to the last time it made sense.

- Put the gun down.
- Stay away from her.

You aren't gonna take her.

She's a kid.

Jesus!

She doesn't need to
live in this house.

All right.

Go ahead.

Shoot me.

Shoot me.

It happened.

Okay.

You don't think I'm
living with it?

What do you want from me, Angel?

Nothing.

I don't want nothing from you.

She used to live by the
ocean where she grew up.

But she said she
loved the city more.

The people everywhere,
the possibility.

She said she could always have the
waves if she closed her eyes.

Man, I miss my mother's eyes.