: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.
:33:01
Maybe he never learned to like the smell.
:33:04
(sniggering)
:33:06
You laugh it up, smiley. You sure as shit
won't see me swallowing my gun.
:33:11
So what do you swallow?
A fifth of gin? Maybe a little speed?
:33:15
- It ain't the same.
- Yes, it is.
:33:18
Let's be clear about somethin'.
:33:21
You people landed here for a reason.
It's not just your careers you're killin'.
:33:26
Booze may be a slow burn,
but it's still suicide.