21 Grams Page #2
No. You know, I don't drink.
I don't steal.
I'm clean.
Tell me, why me?
Look, I know you're clean.
That's why I hired you.
But this decision
comes from the administration.
If I don't follow through,
they're gonna f*** me too.
[ Sighs ]
Look, I cut you
and you can pick it up
on the way to the cashier's.
Try to understand.
Okay. Good.
So, is there any pain?
That's normal.
That's because of
We'll get you something else
to make you feel better.
Thank you.
I brought...
- what you asked for.
- Oh, my God.
Oh. Is that my heart?
The culprit.
Which one is he?
That's him
with the brown vest.
He's putting the bag
up on top right now.
You okay?
Come here.
I wanna kill him.
We have to kill him.
Thank you, Lord,
for keeping us together,
for filling us with love
and for giving us this meal.
Amen.
[ All ]
Amen.
I got fired
from the club today.
'Cause of your
good pal Brown, right?
He had nothing
to do with it.
It's mine!
- Believe that,Jack?
- Yes, I do.
- Ow!
- Freddy, stop it.
Mommy, Freddy
hit me in the arm.
Which arm, baby?
This one.
Jack, don't start.
Hold out your other arm
and let your brother hit you.
- Give me it!
-Jack, no!
Hold it out.
Whoever slaps you
on the right cheek,
turn the other to him also.
Hit her.
Don't be afraid.
- Jack, no!
- Hit her!
Isn't that great. Wonderful.
Great parenting,Jack.
Good job.
It's okay. Shh.
He didn't hurt her.
[ Sighs ]
There's no hitting
in this house.
Understand?
Get in the corner!
Do I put the chocolate chips
in now, Mommy?
That's right, honey,
and then stir.
[ Radio, Indistinct ]
Stir really quick.
Laura, put that back.
Come on.
When is Daddy coming?
Soon. Now let's
get this finished, honey.
- Mmm!
- None for you.
Mmm!
[ Chuckles ]
- No, Laura, stop it now.
- [ All Laughing ]
Next Friday, ask Lupe
to stay the night.
I can't stay, 'cause I invited
the company managers
over for dinner.
I fired her.
What, you fired her?
Why?
She made me feel
like a cripple.
Oh, goddamn it, Paul.
So, now who's going
to cook for you?
Who's going to clean up after you?
Who's going to take care of you?
Who?
I can do it for myself.
Oh,you can do it
by yourself.
I can't do it anymore, Paul.
Really, I can't.
[ Kissing ]
What are you doing?
I'm just-- What?
What does it feel like
I'm doing?
Don't. Don't.
You might hurt yourself.
I'm not gonna
hurt myself.
Besides, I need you to--
Huh?
I went to
a fertility clinic.
Oh good, more doctors.
Mary, I can't have
this discussion again.
No, this is a--
this is a specialist.
He said that with surgery,
I might get pregnant.
You need to donate
sperm and then--
Mary, no.
I could take care ofhim.
But I can't.
So what's the point?
This is what I most want
in the world.
Do it for me, please.
This'll be $58.95.
[ Cash Register Beeping, Dings ]
[ Cashier ]
Thank you.
Find everything you need, sir?
I'll have, uh--
Oh, you know what?
I left my wallet.
[ Chattering, Laughter ]
[ Stereo ]
Gonna be hot.
Great.
When does my brother
plan to show up?
He said he'll be back
by 6:
00.One hundred percent
pure golden lager.
You outta your mind?
[ Chuckles ]
Pretty much.
Oh, it's warm.
Okay, well, hey, if you wanna
drink lemonade all night--
No, no, no, no.
Just give it here.
Give me--
Katie? Laura?
Where are you guys?
[ Keys Clatter]
Indistinct ]
Hi, sweetheart, it's Dad.
I was hoping we could have lunch
one day next week.
Give me a call.
Hi, honey.
I'm on my way home.
If you need me to pick up
anything along the way--
[ Girl ] Look, Daddy, a pigeon!
Girls, no, don't touch.
Laura, stop it.
Gimme a call on my cell.
I'll see you in a bit. Bye.
[ Woman's Voice ]
To send a message, press--
[ Chuckles ]
[ Clattering ]
[ Ringing ]
Hello.
Speaking.
What?
Where?
Stay here.
I'll be right back.
[ Door Slams Shut ]
Now, Mary,you understand
that even if the operation
is successful,
artificial insemination
doesn't always work.
It doesn't matter.
We want to try.
Paul?
Yeah.
Now, Paul, um,
this is about
having a child.
And with your condition,
you know you probably
won't ever meet him.
Mm-hmm.
Well, life goes on, right?
Yeah, right.
I'd like you to put on
contaminating the sample.
And, uh, try to make it
all land in the receptacle.
When you're done,
just leave it in here.
In case you need
a little inspiration.
Hey, big boy, what are you doing?
Oh,yeah,you ready to party?
[ Man On Video ]
Yeah, well, I'm here now.
[ Video Continues, Indistinct ]
[ Woman ]
Yeah! Yeah!
Oh, there you go!
[ Moaning ]
Good, come on. Come on!
[ Woman On P.A.]
Dr. Swann, call the operator.
Excuse me.
My husband and daughters
were in an accident,
and I was told
to come here.
What were their names?
Michael, Catherine
and Laura Peck.
Okay.
Excuse me for a minute.
Cris.
What happened, sweetheart?
I don't know.
They haven't told me
anything yet.
It's gonna be all right.
Yeah, everything
will be okay. Don't worry.
[ Rock ]
Okay, what is
the most important question
for safe sex?
What time does
your husband get home?
[ Man ]
That's good, huh? Yeah.
His Highness has arrived.
Let's see
what he comes up with.
Serve up that chili.
Uh-uh-uh-uh.
[ Squirts ]
[ Chuckles ]
It's 7:
00.What are you gonna make up
this time-- traffic?
You preaching the word?
The entire congregation
has been waiting for you.
It's your party, remember?
What's wrong?
Have you been drinking?
No.
You didn't drink again,
did you?
I just ran over
a man and two girls.
You're lying, right?
I was driving home.
Took a turn...
a little too quickly.
I didn't see them crossing.
[ Rock Continues ]
- [ Horn Honking ]
- Can't you go any faster?
[ Honking Horn ]
Baby, hold on.
[ Revs Engine, Honking Horn ]
I love you.
[ Inhales ]
[ Exhales ]
Deep breath.
[ Inhales ]
[ Exhales ]
Good.
- Your lungs are clear.
- I got a question for you.
Yeah.
Whose heart do I have?
Uh, I can't tell you.
It's hospital regulations.
Just like the donor's family
doesn't know your name either.
- But you know.
- [ Chuckles ]
Yes.
This is your heart now.
That's all that should
matter to you.
- I wanna know who saved my life.
- If you want,you can write...
an anonymous letter to the family
through the donor's association.
Personally, I think it's better
that you don't know.
Mrs. Peck?
I'm Dr.Jones.
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