Losing Isaiah Page #2

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Uh, oh, d-don't you have

a st-staff meeting tonight?

It's canceled.

Uh, Margaret, I can't, um...

I got a whole pile

of screwed-up wirings

got to be worked out

by tomorrow.

Oh, well.

There's a surgeon here

who's just dying to show me

some new suture-tying

techniques.

Let's go!

Take all your belongings!

Let's go!

Come on, come on!

Get off me!

Move it, move it!

Get out the way!

Move!

Get off me!

Move it! Move it!

Your names are on your beds.

You'll be expected to keep

your area clean at all times.

Now, there are those of you

who elected this program

to cut your time.

Well, if that's why you're here,

you better turn around

and get back on that bus,

because you won't last a day.

This is work... hard work.

One mistake... one...

and you're out on your

base-head, pill-popping,

alcoholic asses,

back in the general population

quicker than you can

blink your eyes.

Understand?

I don't know.

What do you want me to say, hmm?

I mean,

I've only been recommending

permanent foster care

for that child

for four years now.

No, no, go ahead...

send her back if that's

what the courts want.

But listen, you tell that

son-of-a-b*tch judge...

that if her father

finally kills her,

not to come weeping to me.

... nothing says

I would wish it to be.

That's my grandma's song.

Yeah, she would've liked you.

You're a little fighter,

aren't you, huh?

Beans, beets, rice.

Hey, Ethel.

- There you go.

- Oh, let's see.

Give me just some rice

and veggies.

- Rice and veggies.

- Thanks.

You've been a social worker

for what, 15 years?

Mm-hmm.

Let's say a nice,

well-meaning white lady

came into your office

and told you

she was thinking of taking

a black crack baby home,

thinking she could save it.

What would you say?

Not to.

It's insane, Margaret.

A black crack baby...

it's insane.

There's nothing wrong with him.

Well, he could have problems

that won't show up for years.

So could we.

Look, Charlie,

you haven't seen him.

I mean, there's something

so great about him.

He has... he has this spirit.

You can see it in his eyes.

And he has nothing.

He's so all alone.

You're lying,

you know you're lying.

Is you for real?

Bullshit.

You-you really think your kids

don't know

that you turning tricks?

What are they, retarded?

Is anybody talking to you?

Where your kids think

you is right now...

on a Carnival cruise

or some sh*t?

Shut up, okay?

Like your kids

don't know

what you be doing

late at night?

Shut up, okay? Just shut up.

She just trying to help

your lying butt... that's all.

Yeah, I'm just trying to help

your lying ass.

Shh, shh.

Whoa, yo!

It don't do no good

to beat on each other

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