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Father Frank and I live in the parish house,

and we rented out the apartment

to the church custodian for the last couple of years.

But now, it needs to be emptied out.

Oh, he's not living here anymore?

No, he... It--It was a suicide.

Nice.

So you want this whole place cleaned up?

Yes, indeed, clean, clean, clean.

The man committed suicide.

That's a sin in the eyes of the church and the Lord.

So everything has to go, everything.

We can't keep it, we can't donate it.

Everything's gotta go.

Look, it's not a dream job.

It's more of a nightmare.

But... Look it here, the keys!

To the pickup, you said how cool it was, so...

you can haul everything away on that...

And, uh, this could be the beginning

of you turning your life around.

- Hi.

- Sh*t.

What the hell are you doing here, Jesus Christ.

You don't show up at somebody's house.

Bev, I brought this for him.

So what? What the hell

is wrong with you?

Come on.

God, what would you have done if

my husband answered the door?

I don't know, "Hi, I'm Tell,

I'm her other husband."

You stupid idiot...

Get in the car, drive!

- Go! Get in the car!

- Shh.

Hurry!

Okay, if I had a son, I wanna see him.

Well, you can't see him.

You told me you loved me.

Jesus, Tell, that was before I knew you were broke.

I am not gonna leave my husband

if you don't have the money.

Wait a minute.

So you're gonna dangle our son as bait

because you think I'm lying

about having "the money."

And you're here just to make sure he looks like you.

Am I right?

Okay, I'm gonna be honest with you.

No sh*t. I had the money

when I got out of the house.

But when I was looking for a place to stash it,

I passed out on the street from blood loss

because someone shot me.

Then, when I woke up in the hospital...

Money was gone.

Hmm.

Your turn.

Okay, okay.

His name is William, after your father

because is he your son.

And yes, I love you,

and I want us to be a family.

I really do.

But if you can't support William,

then I have to be with someone who can.

It's just smart parenting.

Please don't come back here, for William's sake.

Oh, this was very thoughtful.

Oh...

It's spun out of control

Let me tell you about the life I live

F*** you and your icy wrists

Out of game, man, life's a b*tch

Singing nights like this, I wish

Days I suffer so when I puff the droll

And if you got to know, then I'm a motherfuckin' outlaw

Southpaw switch it up for your ditty, though

Nigga got a uppercut, he ain't getting up

You don't love me, b*tch, don't lie to me

Guys like me die violently

In the street with my heat on the side of me

I wonder why fights are quite obsolete

I'm gonna need four-five for me, obviously

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