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You've got to go, anyway.

- Where?

- Where what?

- Where do you want me to stab you?

- Oh. Where do you think is best?

If I stab you in the stomach

I might hit some organs and sh*t.

Yeah, you're right. Not the stomach.

What about the arm?

Nah, too wimpy.

If you turn around I can stab you in the back.

No, you'llfucking paralyse me! Not the back.

OK, my liver is on the left,

the stomach's on the...

No, my liver's on the left, my kidneys

are back here and my stomach's on the right.

No, my stomach's on the...

Or are my kidneys on the left?

I think the stomach's to the left.

I know my lungs are right here and

I definitely don't want a punctured lung.

What about if I stab you between the organs?

Maybe between where

the stomach and the kidneys meet?

Yeah. Yeah, let's do it.

- Right here.

- Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait!

Let's go over there, in the light.

You'll kill me over here.

- Which side did you say?

- This side.

- Right there.

- Yeah. Come on, let's do it.

Aahh! That f***ing hurts!

F***! Oh, sh*t, you didn't even

break the f***ing skin, man!

- The f***ing knife's too dull

- Oh, f***!

Do it again.

Aahh! Sh*t!

- Again.

- Again?

Do it again!

Aahh!

Oh, my God!

Sh*t! Again.

Aahh! Aahh!

Sh*t! Oh, sh*t! Okay, O-f***ing-kay!

Goddamn! Oh, my f***ing God!

- Are you OK?

- (SPOON):
Sh*t!

- (SPOON):
Yeah.

- Looks good, though.

- (SPOON):
Do you think so?

- Yeah. Yeah, it looks good.

(SPOON):
Alright, come on.

- (STRETCH):
Are you alright?

- (SPOON):
Yeah. Sh*t, that hurts.

(STRETCH AND SPOON ARE GASPING)

(MAN):
Get a doctor!

Are they ''Code Yellow''?

(PARAMEDIC):
No, we've got a surface

gunshot wound to the arm on one

and several lacerations in the side on the other.

Pick them up and put them over there.

(TV):
Thisjustin tonight.

A shoot-out withpolice

ended with

the apprehension oftwo suspects

apparently linkedto

drug-relatedmurders,

including one today in which a man and

apregnant woman were shot to death

in their EastSide apartment.

Alexia Cruz is atpolice headquarters.

Ballistics foundthat one oftheguns in

the shoot-out was usedin today's murders

andispossibly the samegun used

in severalrecentdrug-relatedkillings.

Thegun is believedto be registered

to an undercoverpolice officer.

This couldbe the biggestbreakyet

in a series ofmurders

- where millions in drugs andcash...

- Nurse!

..have been stolen

overthe lastsix months.

Asyou can see, the suspects are

being transferredto the countyjail

where they willbe held

until tomorrow's arraignment.

Excuse me, gentlemen...

(STRETCH):
They got them.

(TV):
Hello, hello...

Asyou can see, Bill, mum's the wordhere.

This isAlexia Cruz, PrimeAction News.

Back to you in the studio.

Thankyou, Alexia. Also in tonight.

A blind Vietnam veteran

accompaniedbyhisguide-dog

went on a rampage today

ata WestSide SocialServices office.

The branch,

locatedat 10863, EightMile Road

sustainedan undeterminedamount

ofdamage causedby the veteran,

nowidentifiedasjames W. Stewart,

andhis dog, Nixon.

Miraculously, no one was injured

in this bizarre incident.

MrStewarthadbeen recentlyattempting

to receive benefits with no success.

When asked why the violentreaction,

MrStewartsimply said.

''I was tiredofgetting the run-around. ''

A police officerandseveral

bystanders were hurt during the mle.

Paramedics were calledto the scene...

Listen, I've got to see a doctor.

Take a seat, sir. Your name will be called.

Mr Hanser!

(TANNOY):
Mr William Hanser.!

MrLarry Williams.!

Larry.!

(STRETCH'S ANSWERPHONE):

Leave a message afterthe beep.

Spoon, Stretchie? Pick up!

Are you there? Come on!

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

I can't believe you guys dumped me

in that raggedy-ass hospital

I'llfucking killyou when I get home.

Come on, pick up!

I know you're there listening to me, arseholes.

Are you going to pick up the phone, or what?

We're supposed to see

that record guy tomorrow.

I was thinking that if

we're going to do this record thing,

maybe you guys should start thinking

about kicking, know what I mean?

This could be

a really big break for us, you know.

I just thought tonight is as good a time as any.

Maybe get a clean break for the new year.

A New Year's resolution.

I hear they've got these programmes

that are easy to get into.

What do you think? Hello? Hello?

Sh*t.

Hell of a way to start the new year.

- (WOMAN):
Ezekiel Whitmore.

- (SPOON):
Here.!

(STRETCH):
That was aboutfucking time.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING AND CHEERING)

Land of the free and home of the enslaved

To the concept of time

Six hours, twenty-two minutes,

three seconds

I've been standing in this county line

By the looks of the gridlock outside

it's going to be about 3:3

Everybody rushing from place to place

The looks on their face

no different from mine

Both of us look like

we've just worked a nine-to-five.

What are they rushing

for is my interest

Rushing through trafficjam

to get to emergency room trafficjam

that's supposed to be a free clinic

to hear that you have

or if you don't have insurance

it ain't nothing but the survival of the fittest

What are they rushing for?

Damn, this man at the window is slow

The concept of time has us allfucked

and on top of that life

ain't nothing but a trafficjam

Life is too short, I feeltrapped

Hoping I don't get caught, watch my back

Lost in the traffic, heartless and tragic

Don't want to get my ass kicked

so I walk in a smiley state

Don't make me feelthis way

I tellyou, life is a trafficjam, I'm stuck

When willyou realise you're f***ed?

Don't try to change my ways, I'm hopeless,

victims to the games we play.

Stay focused, watch for the crazy ride, don't lie

Hard to the day we die is my life

Tell me if you fear me, I tellyou

life is a trafficjam, sincerely

Stretch your mind, feed your soul

Three voices you can't control

Remember, life is a trafficjam

Life is a trafficjam

Life is a trafficjam

Life is a trafficjam

(BAND):
Life is a trafficjam

Life is a trafficjam

(APPLAUSE)

Thanks! Thanks a lot!

On bass:
Poet extraordinaire - Spoon!

On keyboards:

Our poet and resident scholar - Stretch.

We're EightMile Road. Look out for us!

We're going to burn the sh*t down!

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