:31:03
This is what I call the witchin' hour.
:31:06
No lessons, no Twelve Steps.
:31:09
This is your time.
:31:33
They told me to put 'em in the bag.
:31:36
The pieces.
:31:39
They were so tiny.
:31:42
Little fingers.
:31:45
Every once in a while
I'd get a whole hand or... part of a leg.
:31:51
Mostly blood. It was everywhere.
:32:02
Their little fingers were just...
rolling around.
:32:08
I dropped it. I...
:32:11
I tried to gather 'em up,
but there was so much blood.
:32:15
I can still smell it.
:32:20
21 preschoolers were blown to pieces.
:32:26
Some of their fingers
still had paint on 'em.
:32:29
They were finger-painting
when it happened.
:32:34
You got somethin' to add, Noah?
:32:37
This ain't the Boy Scouts. This ain't
about helpin' old ladies across the street.
:32:43
- He's just a kid.
- Oh, bullshit.
:32:45
He's just weak, like the rest of you
mamsy-pamsy motherfuckers.
:32:48
If you can't stand the smell of trash, why
are you workin' in the garbage business?
:32:55
Maybe he's not as strong as us.