Samaritan

Many years ago,

a battle of good versus evil

was waged between Samaritan and Nemesis.

Twin brothers who became sworn enemies.

But let me start at the beginning.

They were freakishly strong.

They unintentionally hurt people.

The residents of the town

grew to fear the brothers.

They waited until the family slept,

boarded up their home,

and set it on fire.

The parents were burned alive,

but the twins were unscathed.

Samaritan grew to fight for justice, to be a protector.

Nemesis, consumed by revenge,

wanted the world to suffer as his parents had.

Samaritan tried to contain his brother's fury,

so Nemesis forged a powerful weapon.

A hammer that he poured all his hate and rage into.

It was the only thing that could destroy Samaritan.

Nemesis lured him to the power plant,

where he would defeat his brother once and for all.

Joey! What happened?

Run, man! He's...

It's Nemesis!

Get the hell back!

Nemesis knew his brother would come to save the innocent.

The brothers were equally matched.

With the hammer, Nemesis had the upper hand.

But not for long.

Samaritan and Nemesis died in the blast.

This is the story we've all been told.

But I believe Samaritan is still alive.

In fairness to our caller,

if Samaritan was in fact...

- a type of guardian... - Which he is.

Why fake his death?

Samaritan abandoned us.

- Yes, but why? - That's bullcrap.

That answer is in my book, Samaritan Lives.

Sam?

Sam, you got any cash on you?

Ma, come on.

What happened to the five bucks I lent you last week?

I need it for the bus.

Please, I'm gonna be late. I need it.

And, you know, after taxes,

it takes me about an hour of bedpan cleaning just to earn that five.

Ma, just take it.

Thank you. I love you.

- I love you. - Oh. And don't forget,

take out the trash.

It's raining.

It's smelling.

Lock this door.

- Be good. -

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Morning, Joe.

Yeah.

Wait up, wait up.

Anything good?

Maybe.

Get a puzzle.

Come on!

This again.

Damn it.

Hey.

What is that thing?

- Radio. - That's cool.

Does it work?

Dead as a doornail.

Why do you have a broken radio?

Why're you wearing a broken watch?

Shorty!

Hey, yo, Sam!

Come on, squirt.

Heard your door got taped up.

Think you might wanna help me, now?

Why would I wanna help you out? You always call me squirt.

What you want? An apology?

You wanna make some money or not, little man?

What'd I just say?

- Shut up, Jace. - You got it, squirt.

Where you going?

Come on, stop being lame.

You need the money, don't you?

All right, then, come on.

- - Whoa, man!

Stop crying and get up there, man.

Ain't nobody watching.

Let's see, let's see.

It's time to handle business.

- I want you to start right there. - What?

You heard what I said? Come on, man.

- Come on. Start over there. - Okay.

Right at the bottom.

That match your height.

Bro, don't look at me like that, bro. Come on.

Come on. Put your back into it or something.

Yeah.

Come on. Pull it up, pull it up, pull it up.

Loving it, loving it.

- Yeah. -

That's a lot of money right there.

Come on, little man. You can go faster than that.

Come on, man.

Whoo-hoo! I feel like a birdie.

- I'm flying like an eagle. -

Hey, man, you might want to downplay this type of thing where we're going.

What do you mean?

Man, Cyrus loves Nemesis.

Wanna be just like him.

We're going to Cyrus' place?

You didn't tell me we were going to Cyrus' place.

That guy is out of his mind.

All right. How much you want for it?

$400. Divide that by 10.

40, 40.

Nah, man, put a one in front of that 40.

- Are you high? - Man.

Throw it on the scale.

The scale never lies.

- 40. - Man, that don't even say 40.

You tripping, bro.

Hey, boss.

Yo!

What's up, shithead?

What you doing? Selling candy for your basketball team? What's up?

Nah, man, I'm selling wire.

Ah. You coming up. How much they drag in, Pete?

- Uh, $40. - $40!

Y'all wanna make some real bread?

There's a package store on Castle Road.

I need someone to make a fool of themselves, cause a distraction.

Hey, look, man, I ain't doing nothing for you.

Punk bitch.

- My boy Jace big, but he a pussy. - I'll do it.

What?

- Nah, come on, man. - This lil' kid here.

What? I can do this.

- Nah, man, you tripping, bro. - Yo, this kid is crazy, man.

I just distract the guy?

That's it. That's all you gotta do.

Yeah, I'm in.

Come on.

You got a problem?

No, there's no...

What you looking at, old lady?

You got a problem with my friend over there?

Yeah, you got a problem?

Come on, come on.

All right.

- You see him? Old guy? - Yeah.

Stop looking. Stop looking.

We're just taking the lotto tickets, right?

All right.

He's not gonna shoot you over that, probably.

What do you mean, shoot?

You know what to do.

- Wait. No. - Come on.

Pow.

Help! Help, please!

Help! A car...

I don't need this shit.

- A car ran the light. - What?

Help! Please!

Get the hell out of here.

This is none of my business.

I need your help. I can't get up.

Come here. What the hell is that?

Hot sauce!

- Run, run! - Goddamn thieves!

- Let's go. - Go, go, go!

Goddamn sons of bitches.

- Okay! - Let's go!

- Open the box, open the box. - Yeah. Yes.

There's some serious value in there, cuz.

- And we can do that shit anytime. - Anytime, huh?

What the hell's wrong with you?

I told them to check inside the boxes, cuz, I...

- You didn't look inside the boxes? - Hey, chips is good though.

It was him. Cuz, it was him, man.

- He took the wrong boxes. - That didn't happen.

I did exactly what you said.

Are you calling me a liar, bitch?

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