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Yo.
Be good, Clean.
I'm workin' on it.
There were 25 victims...
I'm still lookin' for answers.
I just don't know the questions anymore.
I just know there's too much out there.
Sea of filth.
An endless onslaught of ugliness.
Blight
Plastic.
Cheap shit cloggin' up our minds.
Cloggin' up the drains,
poisoning our water, turning us to shit.
Where does it all go?
I've got blood on my hands.
I'm stained.
I'm dirty.
No matter how hard I try,
I can't wash away the past.
Come here.
Travis.
Addict.
You know, I got hurt serving.
They gave me some pills.
I just kept on taking 'em
'til I couldn't think about nothin' else.
And, uh, one day, they turned off the tap.
Got so sick I...
My legs wouldn't straighten out.
But the physical was nothin'
compared to what was goin' on up here.
A good dose is hard to cop.
Streets were flooded with that good, good dope, so...
The rush of violence is better than dope.
Better than blow. Better than base.
Meth. Crack.
If you're lucky, it'll let you come down this way.
It's about cleaning up my side of the street.
And lettin' it go.
So I can be of maximum usefulness
where my feet are.
Right under me.
Here. Now.
What is it that makes us return to
that empty place we keep going back to?
The beaten dog that needs his owner.
The jilted lover full of hope.
A failed father...
who failed his child.
Many of these animals are almost out of time.
- Hey. - Hey, neighbor.
You're grandma missed the meeting.
Figured you might need lunch.
You know people are gonna start saying
you're my dad.
Let me guess.
It's good for you.
Ever think about eating fish once in a while?
- Nah. - Just mix it up a little.
Fish is dirty.
- You don't like it, I can stop bringing it. - No, no. Hold on.
I got something.
Used to make these for my parents before the accident.
That's for me?
It's a gratitude bracelet.
Go on, now, you're gonna miss the bus.
Bye.
Hold up, please, I'm coming.
- Shit. - Yo.
It's cold out there, motherfucker, huh?
Yeah.
You know, man,
I can set my motherfuckin' clocks on you.
What you got here today?
Oh, shit.
Fuckin' Electrolux 30. Damn.
I ain't seen one of these in years.
Yeah. I rebuilt the cord winder,
I put new hoses, another plug. You can check it out.
No, you say it's proper, it's proper, man.
I'll give you 45 bucks for it.
All right.
- Thanks. - My man.
Yeah.
Shit, you think I don't know that?
Yeah, I know that.
Of course.
Hey, my man, let me see the one with the pistol grip.
Motherfucker, if you can't see what's goin' on,
you must have a stye on your eye, nigga,
I don't know what you got goin' on.
Let me get that one right there.
This one?
Nah, nah, nah, not that one, man,
the one with the pistol grip, the pistol grip.
Nah, nah, nah, wait right there, I'm comin' right now.
- It's 300. - 300?
It says 250 on the sticker.
- Hey, man. - What up? Something's up.
- How's it goin'? - Good.
What do you got for seconds?
Uh...
three today.
Ugly as shit.
Maybe you can give 'em a second life.
That'll work.
Half off for public service.
Nice of you.
Where's my doughnut?
I just ate it.
I'll get you one next time.
I promise.
Hey.
Let me guess.
Bye.
I'll meet you right here, girl.
Gotta get the bus.
Where are your feet?
Under me.
What you say?
Come on, man, I said right here, under me.
It is my job to remind you...
that choosing not to talk...
is still choosing.
That's on you.
We do the work.
And that's it.
Most guys I sponsor,
they got a hard time doin' work.
Don't want to see what they did,
don't want to take care of it.
They just want to leave the mess that they made.
Sweep it up under the carpet...
And hope that it goes away.
But you...
you got a different sort of malady.
Yeah, it ain't the work.
That's the problem.
It's the lettin' go.
Some things you can never clean up
no matter how hard you try.
What happens then?
Well, you find a way...
to make peace with them.
Or they make war with you.
You must trust in the plan.
Be a warrior of the lord.
Can you?
Then join us in this commitment.
Shout it out.
I'm a warrior in service of a powerful god.
Here I am, Jesus...
There's my boy.
Here I am.
And I will stand for the redemption of everything.
Fuckin' embarrassing.
Want me to get him?
Let him get it out of his system.
- Yo! - Yo!
...shot in front of a convenience store
when police responded to reports of a man selling CDs
in front of the store. Now reportedly...
Oh, hang on.
He'd been shot at...
New cuts. Gotta open up your route a bit.
Sorry, boss.
...initial reports from police. They suggested that...
All good.
...he was actually running away...
Hey.
What's up? No school?
- The bus didn't come. - Didn't come?
They said service cuts.
Stopped running it to the neighborhood.
Your grandma can't take you?
Car's broken.
But it's fine. I can walk.
You can walk, huh?
You miss people?
What?
I mean, I always see you alone.
Just wonder if you miss being around people.
I am around people.
Just...
seems like you wouldn't be alone, that's all.
Like you'd have a girl or whatever, all that.
Nah. I ain't really good at all that.
Yeah.
Catch y'all on another level, though,
yo, ya'll stay up, be safe, y'all.
I love y'all niggas, man.
Catch y'all when I get home.
You're late.
Yeah, my fault.
We got work.
You're on the clock.
Maybe I don't feel like smellin' like fuckin' fish tonight.
That's the smell of success.
What do you got, one left?
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