21 Grams

[ Chattering ]

- [ Rock ]

- Check, please.

Look, Daddy,

a volcano.

It's very pretty.

Now drink up your volcano.

All right. We're going.

Mommy's waiting.

Daddy, please.

Just one more minute.

No. We're going.

No.

- Yes. Yes.

- No.

No.

Until I ended up

flatlining at the hospital.

But I survived.

And instead of

letting that scare me,

I kept on going.

Until...

my first daughter

was born.

And now,

I look at my girls...

and my husband,

who has been standing

by me for so long.

Think which one

you're gonna pull out.

I always think, man.

No, you don't.

They didn't lock you up this time

'cause you're not 18 yet.

Next time, they're gonna

lock you up, brother.

Come on.

Well, you're not thinkin'.

Stealing might get you money,

you can tap

some cheerleader's ass,

you can show off riding

in some pickle-colored Thunderbird,

but tell me what's gonna happen

if you shoot a pregnant woman

or an old man, huh?

[ Liquid Pouring ]

You know what'll happen?

The guilt will suck you

down to the bone.

Stealing ain't worth it.

Going to church,

reading the Bible...

and believing in Jesus, brother,

that's your ticket.

[ Snickers ]

Yeah.

You think

it's a fantasy, right?

Huh?

Come here, man.

Get up. Come here.

[ Traffic Noises ]

See that truck?

Beauty, isn't it?

[ Horn Honks ]

I won it

at a friend's raffle.

No shit.

No shit.

You know what?

It wasn't luck.

It was Jesus who wanted me

to have that truck.

That's bullshit.

I bet you stole it.

Jesus gave me that truck.

And as He who gives

and He who takes away.

Yeah, right.

He doesn't give a shit

about us.

Come back.

Come back.

Take off the hat.

Take off that hat.

God even knows

when a single hair

moves on your head.

You're wrong, Nick.

[ Machines Beeping ]

[ Man Thinking ]

So, this is death's waiting room.

These ridiculous tubes.

These needles swelling my arms.

What am I doing

in this pre-corpse club?

What do I have to

do with them?

I don't know when

anything began anymore...

or when it's gonna end.

Who will be the first

to lose his life?

He, in the coma?

Or me?

[ Buzzing ]

[ Sniffing ]

[ Sniffing ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Paper Crinkling ]

[ Clattering ]

All right.

You can get dressed now.

Your Fallopian tubes

are severely damaged.

It, uh, looks like you had

some kind of an infection...

that, uh, wasn't taken

care of properly.

We can try surgery,

but I have to tell you,

I think, uh,

the probabilities

are pretty slim.

Look.

Excuse me for asking this,

but it's important

that you tell me the truth.

Have you ever

had an abortion?

Yes.

Any reason?

I had already separated

from my husband

when I got pregnant,

and l--

No. I meant

a medical reason.

My husband's dying.

I'm sorry?

Paul, my husband,

he's dying,

and I want to have his baby.

We can operate then

and hope you get pregnant

within three or four months.

[ Snickers ]

He's got one month left,

at most.

How'd it go?

Not good, Reverend.

In one ear,

out the other.

Be patient.

All it takes is one sheep

in a thousand,Jack. Come on.

Afternoon, Reverend.

Hey, Wolf, you still having

that birthday party Wednesday?

My place, brother.

Cool.

I may be late,Jack.

I have Bible class on Wednesday.

What the f*ck

is wrong with you, man?

[ Arguing Continues ]

- I will hurt you, boy.

- Paul. Paul!

Back off.

Back off.

I told you to think.

F*ck you!

- Hit me! Hit me!

Hit me! Hit me!

-Jack!Jack!Jack!

Hey, hey,Jack!

Come on! Come on!

Leave it,Jack.

He's a kid,Jack.

- He's a punk, Reverend.

- No, he's a kid.

You think,Jack.

You think.

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