Crave

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You look into the mirror.

You realize

you're going to hell...

for the things you've done,

for the things you didn't do.

For the people you could have

saved, but didn't.

You just do your job, Aiden.

Composing, exposing,

hiding behind your lens,

not taking action,

letting the innocent die.

Like her.

I mean, look at her.

She's so beautiful.

What did she do, God?

What did she do to deserve this?

Next time...

Next time I take action.

I'll protect the innocent.

Like Pete over there.

That's all he does.

And I'll make it my job too.

And then maybe...

Maybe you'll forgive me, God.

Forgive me for

the things I've done,

and for the things

I've yet to do.

This is the

financial district station.

The next station is...

Joe Louis Arena.

Oh!

Sh*t.

What if she's red down there

too, you know what I mean?

Yo, you got

a fire bush on?

Aw, come on, Red.

What you trippin' for?

Come on, you know

what I wanna do.

Let me get a little taste

of that Big Red, babe.

You know how

I'm tryin' to do.

Would it look just as soft

and pretty as it would be?

Come on, don't be that guy.

Please.

Please?

Please what, b*tch?

Please nut in yo' eye?

That kind of please?

Come on, baby.

Hey.

'Sup, yo?

Come on, guys.

Ain't no need for this,

am I right?

What the f***

is this sh*t?

Go sit your

f*ggot ass back!

Sh*t, hey, man!

What the--

Ah, ah, ah!

Oh, sh*t!

Am I right?

I'll waste you,

motherf***er!

Sh*t.

Okay.

Okay, please.

Please, please, please.

Please?

What kind of please?

What, this kind of please?

Aah!

Help me, God!

He said all that stupid sh*t!

Not me, man.

Right.

Aah!

Any time now.

You go.

Help me!

Hey, get up, Chuchi.

Come on, man.

Let's get the f*** outta here!

Come on!

It ain't over,

motherf***er!

Aah!

Hey.

Are you okay?

Oh, this?

You know,

uh, actually I'm--

I'm a freelance

photographer, so...

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Holy sh*t.

Come on,

don't be that guy.

Please.

Please?

Please what, b*tch?

Please nut in yo' eye?

That kind of please?

This is the

Joe Louis Arena station.

Security to

platform, security to platform.

What the f*** you

lookin' at, b*tch?

Fellas, fellas.

Come on, let's go,

let's go.

Hey, come on, bro!

You're a coward.

You keep thinking that one day

you'll get your sh*t together.

You'll be the man you wanna be.

But instead, what do you do?

You roll up

into a tiny little ball

at the first sign

of anything.

A tiny little ball

of total nothing.

Is that really

how you want to end up?

Afraid to live life?

If only you did have a gun.

A real gun.

They'd finally take you

seriously.

Like at your big press

conference tomorrow

where you announce to the world

that device you invented.

What device?

Oh, you know, Aiden,

your device that isolates

the moral signature

of every human being on Earth

and tracks them from space,

allowing you to instantly

disintegrate

all the bad people once and

for all. You'll be able to--

Hello, Aiden.

This is Bill Gates.

Aiden, listen,

about this press conference.

I've been following your work

and I have to say

I'm very impressed.

I'd like to buy your device

for a billion dollars.

One billion dollars.

Wow, thank you, Mr. Gates.

Uh-huh.

So now you'll be able to pay

all your overdue bills,

get out of debt,

get your car fixed,

and maybe even get out

of this city for good.

Or maybe, just maybe...

You can finally

meet that special someone,

that amazing woman

who completes you.

Who really...

finally...

truly...

Oh, my God, you're like!

Do something

with your life!

a f***ing broken rec--

I mean, look!

My f***ing God.

It's so f***in'

easy for you to say!

I'm gonna go home

and slit my wrists.

F*** you.

It's always

the same sh*t with you, Ravi!

Um, what floor?

It's gonna be okay,

you know?

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Hey, Jimmy, it's Aiden.

Look, uh, I'm about to send you

through some shots

of that homicide

down by Greektown.

Yeah, well, just take what you

want at the usual rate.

Hey, listen,

while I got you,

um, if you've got any other side

projects or any other kind--

Okay, right.

It's fine.

That's-that's fine.

Thanks.

Okay, I appreciate it.

All right.

Bye, man.

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All right, we got Gallagher!

We're gonna start

with the watermelon!

Aah!

Then we're gonna go to the

pineapple, which isn't as good!

Too hard!

We need an evidence bag.

You got it.

There he is.

Well, well, well.

Beat the heat.

What's new, kid?

You tell me, man.

Yeah, I don't think you want

any part of this one, Aiden.

It's what we in the profession

call a bad one.

A bad one?

What, you got

any good ones?

Oh, yeah.

Lots.

Public service homicides?

Sh*t.

Gang-bangers getting caught

in their own cross-fire,

kiddy-f***ers

sitting on chainsaws.

We got a million of 'em.

You're not gonna be able

to sell these.

Make it quick.

Yeah.

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People are sh*t.

You are sh*t.

Why are you

shooting this, Aiden?

Pete was right.

You can't do anything

with these.

Why aren't you stopping?

You should drop your gear

and run away.

Run...

far away.

Told ya.

No.

No, you're not going anywhere.

You're staying

and taking a stand.

You're gonna break through,

cross over...

be the one...

the one you really are.

Christ,

you stupid, old b*tch.

You touch me one more time

and I'm gonna punch you

in the f***in' face!

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Aiden?

It's Bill Gates again.

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