21 Grams

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 going to pull out.

- I always think, man. - No, you don't.

They didn't lock you up this time because you're not 18 yet.

Next time, they're going to lock you up, brother.

Come on.

Well, you're not thinking.

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 going to happen if you shoot a pregnant woman or an old man, huh?

You know what'll happen?

The guilt will suck you down to the bone.

Stealing isn't worth it.

Going to church, reading the Bible...

and believing in Jesus, brother, that's your ticket.

Yeah.

You think it's a fantasy, right?

Huh?

Come here, man. Get up. Come here.

See that truck? Beauty, isn't it?

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.

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 going to end.

Who will be the first to lose his life?

He, in the coma?

Or me?

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 I... - 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.

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.

- Let it go. - What the fuck is wrong with you?

Here, hold this.

- I will hurt you, boy. - Paul. Paul!

- ... Motherfucking dead! Back off. Back off.

- I told you to think. - Fuck you!

- Hit me. Hit me. Hit me, eh? - Jack! Jack! Jack! Hey! Hey!

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.

'For those who are making decisions that affect our life,

... we must call out to God to give them His wisdom...'

Daddy's home. I'll see you tomorrow, Tam.

I'll pick the boys up after school if you want me to.

Daddy!

- Hello. - Hey, babe.

How's my queen?

- And Hercules? - You don't have a queen.

Freddy, help me out.

- I got the cooler from the religious center. - Good.

- Dad, are we going to go buy a dog now? - Help me out.

Freddy, we agreed no dogs. Grab the other handle. Lift it up.

You said if I got good grades, you'd buy me one.

Your sister has allergies, and dog hair is bad for her.

Bad for her, not me. Get me a dog.

- Freddy, leave it alone. - Well, at least get me a hamster.

- Well, we'll see. - We'll see.

You always say you promise.

Hey, Wolf. You back, motherfucker?

Lock down six!

Six down!

Whoo! I win.

Age before beauty.

You're such a sore loser.

- Do you want to go to the Jacuzzi for a while? - Shit.

No, I can't. Michael and the girls are waiting for me already.

Okay. Well, call me later.

I'll call you.

Cristina?

And you get away from leading your family like a man of God...

ought to lead his family in prayer...

and reading the word of God and the things of God...

- and bringing them to the house of God, - Amen.

Then you're opening the door for the devil to come in and slay your family.

- Amen. - Jesus is our light.

- Jesus is our light. - Jesus is our hope.

- Jesus is our hope. - Jesus is our forgiveness.

Jesus is our forgiveness.

Jesus is the water that quenches my thirst.

Jesus is the water that quenches my thirst.

If you're saved and you know it, say "Amen."

- Amen. - Everybody up on your feet.

- Jesus is our light. - Jesus is our light.

Hey, honey, I'm home.

- Hi. - Jesus, you scared me.

- How are you feeling? - I feel great.

Have you been smoking again?

Oh, for fuck's sake, Paul.

You know if they find out you're smoking, they'll take you off the transplant list.

If I don't smoke, I'll go fucking nuts.

Better nuts than dead.

Is that necessary?

I don't know how the hell you get them.

Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!

Baby! Oh, God!

Call an ambulance!

Baby!

Call a fucking ambulance! Goddamn it!

Please, do something.

Baby!

Come on, please.

Hey, Al, you want a Coke?

Jack, boss wants to talk to you. He wants to see you now.

Come on. We both know I'm not a caddie yet,

but I'm working at it.

And I'm learning, Brown.

Man, I swear to God, I'm not going to let you down.

- No, Jack, that's not the problem. - What's the problem?

The problem is some members have started complaining about your tattoos.

- I got a long-sleeved shirt. - No, man... No long-sleeved shirt...

- You can't see it. - Is going to cover that one on your neck right there.

You're going to start wearing a scarf.

Look, Jack. This club is for people different from me and you.

No. You know, I don't drink. I don't steal.

I'm clean. Tell me, why me?

Look, I know you're clean. That's why I hired you.

But this decision comes from the administration.

And if I don't follow through, they're going to fuck me too.

Look, I cut you a hefty severance check,

and you can pick it up on the way to the cashier's.

Try to understand.

Okay. Good. So, is there any pain?

My head hurts a little bit.

That's normal. That's because of the blood pressure medicine.

We'll get you something else to make you feel better.

- Thank you. - I brought...

- ...what you asked for. - Oh, my God.

Oh. Is that my heart?

The culprit.

Which one is he?

That's him with the brown vest.

He's putting the bag up on top right now.

You okay?

Come here.

I want to kill him.

We have to kill him.

Thank you, Lord, for keeping us together,

for filling us with love and for giving us this meal.

- Amen. - Amen.

I got fired from the club today.

Because of your good pal Brown, right?

- He had nothing to do with it. - It's mine!

- You believe that, Jack? - Yes, I do.

- Ow! - Freddy, stop it.

- Mommy, Freddy hit me in the arm. - Which arm, baby?

- This one. - Jack, don't start.

Hold out your other arm and let your brother hit you.

- Give me it! - Jack, no!

Hold it out.