Yo, y'all remember that nigga Daniel from 16th Street?
- Yeah. - Fucking tough-ass nigga Daniel, yo.
That's my fucking word. I see that nigga in jail, right?
Within a fucking week they had the nigga wearing a fucking wedding dress.
I'm serious... and carrying a fucking Bible.
I thought... that's my fucking word. I swear to fucking God.
Like they fucking beat his ass down mad fucking...
Fucking cocksucker-ass nigga.
So anyways, like I was telling you, right? That's my word.
I fucking slapped that nigga's fucking face.
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Move it, before the flies lay eggs.
What the fuck are you looking at, boy?
Worse than my damn kids.
Man, that's fucked up.
Just shut up and pick 'em up, sugar britches.
Bitch.
Motherfucker.
Why don't you turn up the frost?
They be getting hot back there.
Y'all cool now?
Fucking chillin', yeah.
...to endorse the emergency bailout of Goldberg, Lesser
is claiming the Federal Bank itself is on the verge of bankruptcy.
Fuck the banks, man.
G-man needs to give a serious cash injection to this shithole.
That's what... that's what the fuck needs to happen.
It's all about keeping these monkeys in the zoo.
As long as their shit doesn't spill over
in their fancy backyards, they could give a fuck.
Yeah, they pay us dumbasses to clean up the fucking mess.
Damn right, brother. And be thankful for the work.
Thankful my ass.
Make way for the man, fellows.
He got work to do.
- Mm-hmm. - We've been keeping him busy.
Shit. Yeah.
Listen, my friend,
I'll be seeing you later.
Yeah.
Fucking pussy. See how he ran in there?
Shitting his pants.
City mayor slashed the law enforcement budget
in the metropolitan area by 60% as a last-ditch attempt
to stave off bankruptcy procedures.
This follows the closing
of an additional six inner-city schools
and the Greenborough Memorial Hospital.
Help! Help!
Oh hey, brother. How's your day?
Fine.
I've got three in the back, execution,
covered with some pretty nasty shit.
Where's your porter?
Gone.
Jesus.
Where's the gurney?
Not here, please.
It was a pleasure, as always.
He gives me the fucking creeps, man.
He's a weird motherfucker, man.
You think he talks to the stiffs?
He's beautiful again.
It's as if he's reborn.
Thank you.
You have no conception of how reconciled you've made me.
Shut the fuck up, you little bastard!
Don't talk to him like that!
Then make him fucking stop!
Give him to me. Give him to me.
He's your son!
She always had class.
She was a proud,
discrete woman.
She would do anything for you.
I tried to take care of you myself,
but the state intervened.
She would do anything for you.
What the fuck did you say to me?
I do trust
you'll enjoy your time here.
Yeah, excuse the stench.
We do everything we can here,
but summer's upon us.
Hi.
Well,
this fabulous young man is Noah.
He's your replacement porter.
He's been gifted to us by the ever-so-well-meaning
offenders rehabilitation service...
gang member,
multiple gun violations, yada-yada-yada.
But due to his parole officer's
acute sense of irony,
he has to complete his probation
wheeling in bodies for your delectation.
Well, I guess you two
should get along fabulously.
You'll find a lab coat in the locker room.
And please make sure your hands are scrubbed.
A'ight, bro.
Please place that in the garbage pail.
Please, could you stop that? It disturbs me.
You need to relax, man.
So, yeah, what is it exactly
I gotta do around here?
When a delivery is made, I would like for you
to bring the bodies through here for processing.
I would also like for you
not to disrupt my concentration as I work.
Now if there's nothing else,
please let me pass.
Oh, yes sir.
I'm sorry. Excuse me. You all right, bro?
She had to bring you up on her own.
She would do anything for you.
I tried to take care of you myself.
He's been crying all day.
Jesus, take care of him. Can't you feed him something?
I ain't got nothing to give him.
Fuck. Shit.
You go get some food. You're the big man around here.
Hey, sweetie, come up. Get out of that rain.
Come on.
Oh, honey, you're soaked.
Poor baby.
Let's get you comfortable, honey.
Come on.
All right, honey, just lay back.
Relax. That's it.
Oh, honey, you are always so cold.
You need some loving to warm you up.
...$137 million
from the metro public pension program.
This is the latest
in the series of corruption scandals
that has plagued the mayor's office.
The FBI...
Fasten your lab coat.
Yes sir, master sir.
I swear to God.
Fuck this bullshit. I'll cut the motherfucker up.
Fucker! I'll fuck him up for good this time, I swear.
How's about you keep your eyes to yourself, man?
I mean there's a lot of shit you don't need to know nothing about.
You feel me? So why don't you just mind your own business?
Still locking that, huh?
You know anybody we want in there, gets in there.
Say,
you seen a little kid
about yea high,
pretty like me?
No.
Are you sure about that?
- Yes. - Yes, you've seen him?
Or yes, you're sure you ain't seen him?
I haven't seen the boy.
Say you haven't.
Know this:
I've taken a liking to that boy.
So if you come across him,
you're obliged to tell me.
You get me?
That's it. I'm out of here.
Hey kid, wait.
Wait.
This place gives me the creeps, man.
Yeah, well, you don't have to work here.
This is fucked up.
I'm telling you, Carver ain't messing.
- He wants the kid bad. - Well, he ain't here.
Yeah, well, he's bound to wind up here sooner or later.
Yo, my man, you seen the kid around here, man?
What's his fucking problem?
The dude's straight up weird.
I want to come in.
It's not permitted.
Just let me in.
No, you're not allowed.
Please.
Why do you want to come in here anyway?
Just let me in.
I can't let you in.
Well, then fuck you! Go on, fuck off.
Hey, kid, you need to calm down.
I hate you.
- You're late. - Yeah, I know.
All right, man, so I'm late. Whatever.
I had some personal shit to take care of.
Delivery.
Porter?
Just get off me.
Porter.
The name's fucking Noah, man, all right?
- What was that all about? - Mind your fucking business.
You have another 13 minutes to work before you go.
What are you talking about, man? It's 6:00.
You were 13 minutes late this morning.
You need to make it up.
Man, fuck that. Man, I'm gone.
If you do not make up the time,
it will go reported.
With who?
Don't push me.
Whatever it is, it can wait till tomorrow.
I'm over overtime, dude.
I'm over and out.
Come on, dude, just give me the money, will you?
Where the fuck are you at, boy?
Mm-hmm.
Hey, man.
Good morning, Noah.
Here's where my joyful colleague
conducts his cheery work.
Hey.
This is Noah's parole officer Mr. Clinger.
I've got stuff to do.
So how's my boy getting on?
Behaving himself?
He's been satisfactory.
Really?
That's a surprise.
See, this brother here thinks
he's something of a hard man,
a gangster.
Ain't that right, Noah?
He's been satisfactory
and performs his duties adequately.
Well, you just let me know if he steps out of line...
if he curses you under his breath,
gives you any lip,
if he's late
by a single minute.
Because it would be my absolute pleasure
to send this horrible little delinquent
right back to where he belongs.
I personally would like to ensure
that he rots there.
So you have anything to say for yourself, laddy buck?
Huh.
That's too bad, because I was hoping
that you would tell me to go fuck myself.
Well, if you don't mind, Mr. Clinger,
Noah and I have work to attend to.
Well, go ahead.
I'm done here
for now.
Bye-bye, Noah.
I'll be seeing you very soon, I hope.
I don't need you to fight my fucking war for me.
Porter.
Porter!
Fucking trying to get away from me, Kane.
I'ma kick your fucking ass. Fucking come here, come on.
- I don't care. - Stop fucking with me, man.
Don't fuck with me. Come on.
No, I don't want to leave her.
- Get off me. - What are you gonna do, huh?
What the fuck are you gonna do? Walk.
Walk. I'ma rip your fucking arm
out of your fucking socket. Come on.
Walk walk.
Fuck you're looking at, man? Mind your fucking business.
Stop it.
You fucking punk.
I could kill you myself right now, right here.
Fucking walk.
Hurry up. Get the fuck out here.
Stop fucking around, come on.
- Jesus. - No.
Get inside.
Hey, get the fuck inside.
What's happening, iceman?
You see that kid yet?
Are you sure about that?
You ain't sure or you ain't seen him?
I... I haven't seen the kid.
Shame.
You ought to be careful out here this time of night.
There's a lot of ill-minded motherfuckers
just ready to violate a fool.
Hey.
Oh, honey, come up. It's cold out there.
I want you to go back.
Roll over. That's it.
Just relax.
Mm-hmm. Okay.
Just relax. You're so...
Jesus, baby, you've got knots
the size of baseballs.
Mm, there you go.
There you go.
Shh.
It's okay, honey. You were just sleeping.
It's all right.
Thank you.
So long, honey.
I don't give a fuck who you lean on.
It's your obligation to find the kid.
I want the kid.
I ain't got the kid.
That irritates me.
Your incompetence
is an irritant.
I don't like to be irritated.
So find the fucking kid
and spare me the further irritation
of having to make an example of you.
You get me?
All right, come on, get the fuck in here. Come on.
- Get off me. - Jesus Christ, get in there.
Come here. You too, come on.
Yo, mister, you got a light?
- No. - You fucking say nothing.
- You shut the fuck up. - Get the fuck in here, man.
Stay the fuck still. You're gonna stay the fuck right here,
or I'm gonna be the first one to make sure you're back in that fucking mortuary
on a fucking slab, my nigga.
I'm freaking out, Noah.
I know. I know.
What are you doing here?
I was worried about you.
I was checking on you to make sure you were okay.
So...
are you okay?
I'm fine.
Thank you.
You know, you might want
to stop shrugging your shoulders.
You'll end up stooping like me.
Why have you been coming to the mortuary?
I want to see my mama.
They won't let me see her.
What does your mama look like?
She's pretty.
She's got long dark hair and big brown eyes.
She's got a little red ruby in her nose
and a tattoo
of some lady called Venus.
What's your name?
Kane.
Hello, Kane.
Would you like to sit down here
and tell me about your mama?
It's okay.
She smiles all the time,
even when she's sad.
She don't like me to know when she's sad.
So when I ask her why she's sad,
she just laughs and makes goofy jokes.
She sings me songs
when I go to sleep.
Sing me one of your mama's songs.
Can it be?
Do you hear?
A new freedom song
Is ringing
No more doubt
No more fear
There's a new song
That is ringing...
It's so far, it's so close
Almost near
Almost here.
You're freezing.
Wake up. I'm gonna help you see your mama.
Come on.
What are you gonna do next?
Where the fuck is Kane? Have you seen him?
Kane!
Kane! Kane!
Fucking shit. Maria, they're fucking gone.
Okay.
Here here here.
Climb the wall. Quick quick.
Motherfucker.
Fucking shit.
Here, cover your mouth.
Okay, let's go.
Argh!
Come here. Get the fuck up.
Get over here. Get over here. Come here.
Stop it. Leave him alone.
Come here, my nigga. Get the fuck over here.
Get the fuck down. Fuck is wrong with you, man?
Leave him alone. He's my friend.
Okay, I got you. I got you. I got you.
Please don't hurt him. He's only being nice.
You don't understand, all right? Look, him being fucking nice
- is gonna get us fucking killed. - You understand that?
- No. - Get the fuck down, man.
Get the fuck down.
Come here, come here. It's okay. Come here.
Maria, take him please. Take him please.
- You ain't going fucking nowhere. - Noah, don't.
What the fuck, yo? What the fuck?
Not in front of Kane.
What's going on, Noah?
Shit, mind your fucking business, my nigga.
I swear to God, mind your fucking business.
- You made this my business. - Excuse me?
If you don't tell me what's going on, I'm taking Kane with me.
You're fucking going nowhere. Get the fuck over here.
- Get over here. I'm gonna fucking kill you. - No! No!
What the fuck do you want from me, huh?
What the fuck more do you guys want from me?
Noah, what's going on?
You have to tell me, Noah.
He's my fucking nephew, dawg, all right?
Jenny Morales was my sister.
Carver thought he owned her.
Let me just check on him.
The kid's gonna have to learn to wait.
He's a sack of shit.
I swear I'm gonna give it to him one day soon big time.
Listen, I don't like him. He's an asshole. And he's a fool.
Why do you let him come in here then?
Why don't you just let him go and stay out for good
instead of coming back up in here
and just jumping you whenever he wants to?
Oh, grow up, Noah.
Having him come once in a while to get some
is just enough to keep the other hoodlums away.
- It's bullshit. - It's the way it is, so deal.
I'm gonna get us out of this place,
but until then, it's just the way it is.
Can it be?
Do you hear?
Are you singing?
She was smarter than me.
She knew how things worked.
She knew what needed to be done.
I tried to protect them, but I fucked up,
and I fucked up every fucking time.
I got sent upstate for doing some stupid shit...
enough stupid shit to land me like a two-year bit.
What the fuck's going on?
He's been loaning her out to his crew.
Crew? Excuse me? What does that mean?
Carver has been pimping her out to his buddies.
- Maria. - I'm sorry.
She tried to leave,
so he beat her... look.
I can't even fucking deal with this shit right now.
Where are you going?
Come on, let me go.
Oh God.
Hey.
You have to stay out of trouble.
I know.
Hey, kid.
You. You, come here.
You too, come here.
I couldn't bear to see her like that.
I knew I had to stand up and take responsibility.
The prodigal son.
Sit down.
Be my guest.
You need to leave her alone.
She my baby mama.
I got rights.
No no, you ain't got no right to raise your hands to her like that,
let alone let some other niggas touch her, man.
You got balls coming here talking like that.
I'm telling you that you're a man, all right?
And I'm just asking you to act like one. That's it.
You are asking me to act like a man?
No, dawg, I'm telling you to act like a man
and leave my sister alone.
Fuck that, Carver!
Whoo! Yeah! Ha!
That bitch going down.
Stop. Fucking stop. Shit.
All right.
Brutal.
Carv, you fucked that bitch up for real.
Is that man enough for you?
Shh.
We need to get out of here.
I know someplace safe.
Hey, sweetie.
You can stay here as long as you need.
Carver won't look here.
- I appreciate that. - Thank you.
You'll be safe here for a while.
It was never meant to be like this.
I tried to step up and do right by my sister,
but each time it fell apart,
leaving Jenny to pick up the pieces.
You get to load it when you pay.
All right, that's 150, right?
Come on.
It should be 170,
but you look like a sweet guy.
All right.
Drop the gun, shithead.
Now.
Best you give that back to me, don't you think?
You're a stupid fuck.
Yeah. And, oh yeah...
you're under arrest.
And with me back inside,
it got worse for Jenny. She couldn't take it no more.
I don't want to know where you are
until you are safe, you hear me?
Yeah.
Here.
Go go. Bye.
Come on, trouble man, I'll race ya.
You're gonna lose.
He spotted them at the train terminal.
He dragged them back to his hideout.
Mama pushed me through the bathroom window
and she told me to go to Maria.
But I waited for her.
Carver went psycho
when he found out that Kane had escaped.
Jenny wouldn't tell him where he went.
So he beat her.
He raped her.
He shot her.
And he threw her in the canal.
Papa gonna get ya.
Let Kane see his mother.
He needs to make his own sense out of all this.
Let him grieve.
Don't let the pain ferment.
It will entomb him
like it entombed me.
No, man, I can't do that. Are you kidding me?
It's too dangerous for him.
Carver's already got a bounty on his head.
If we don't get him out of here tonight, that's it...
All of us are as good as dead, and that includes you.
I'm not going anywhere until I can see her.
Papi, you've already seen what he can do to you.
We gotta get you out of here, man. We gotta get you out of here now.
He'll never forgive you.
Please.
Stay with Kane.
All right, man, but hurry up. We gotta get out of here.
So the kid's at the morgue.
- Who else? - Didn't see anyone.
Maybe the stiff guy's there.
That could be fun.
So it's good. Should I get Rico and G?
Oh no,
I'll deal with this myself.
Too many people have seen too much already.
So get the fuck out.
Yo, Carv,
you ought to take it easy on that kid, all right?
I mean he's your blood.
He done being my blood
when his whore mother turned him against me.
All right, Carv.
It's time.
All right, guys.
Well, ain't this some cozy-ass shit?
You have chance to be gone with the kid,
and you fucking stay?
I'm taking the kid now.
No. No.
You can't have him.
You're way out of your depth, boy.
- I take what I want. - That ain't gonna happen.
- Fuck. - No. No.
Motherfucker.
No! No!
Fuck.
No.
Noah.
It's over.
Hmm?
You're safe here.
Sleep.
Thank you.
How can I help you, Mr. Bright Lights Big City?
I'm looking for someone who might have known her.
There you go, handsome.
Careful, it's hot.
Hmm, she's beautiful.
My mother. I was hoping
I'd find someone who remembered her.
Well, you enjoy your pie, okay?
Excuse me, sir.
My granddaughter mentioned
that you've been making enquiries about a lady
who may have lived here a long time ago.
Yes. Please.
I knew her.
And I knew you too
when you were a little boy.
Your mother and I were very close.
I've written to you many times
and I always hoped you'd come.
Oh, my sweet boy.
Come with me.
We were very close.
Your mother and I used to work here together.
You know, all I can really remember is
she would leave me each night,
and one night
she didn't come home.
She loved you
more than anything in the whole wide world.
She would do anything for you.
When she couldn't make ends meet,
she began to
entertain gentlemen.
One of her clients became violent
and killed her.
That's why she never came back.
They never caught him,
never found out why.
They just dragged you away
and wouldn't even let you lay her to rest.
They wouldn't let you say goodbye.
Come on, Noah, run with us.
I am. I'm running backwards here.
Hey, Kane, are you tired or what, buddy?
- Whoo! - Touchdown!
Oh, fumble on the five-yard line.
Hey, come on, get it.
Relax. It's not like it's broken.
Thank you.
You're a kind man.
Run, get him.
Oh my God.
Enough to get you started.
I appreciate that, man.
You're a saint, you know that?
Go find a seat on the bus. Take him.
Are you ready, Papi?
Go.
Thanks, man.
Alrighty, sir, are you about ready?
You know, Ava, I must confess
I know nothing about you.
Do you have a family?
I do.
He's 13 now.
He lives in the country with my sister,
far away from this place.
I miss him.
He must love you very much.
Maybe we can visit him someday.
That would be nice.
Poor slob got fished out of the canal this morning.
Ain't had a happy night.
Hmm, what a shame for him.
Hmm.
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