Supremacy Page #5

- I can't.

I bet you sucked a few

of these, all right.

Look at those lips.

They're just made for suckin'.

I should kill you.

I should, but I'm gonna

make you a deal instead.

You love your kids, right?

- Yes.

- Yes?

Yes.

You want to see them

again tomorrow, right?

Yes. Yes!

And the day after?

Good. Then you're gonna tell

me what he's thinkin' what,

plannin' what,

sayin' what, comprende?

Is that a yes?

Yes, yes, yes.

Okay.

And if I should happen

to overhear something

that you didn't report to me,

that would be

a f***ing shame, right?

- Yes.

- Yeah.

A downright f***ing tragedy.

- Um...

- Nah, I'm good.

I don't want to see it.

Tell me

about the truck you saw.

Blue, green.

Maybe brown.

No Se.

Bullshit, no Se.

It's the truth, I swear.

What about the woman?

White, maybe Black?

White or maybe Black.

Sarge, I got here

as fast as I could.

Sarge!

I got something.

The truck was

registered to a Doreen Lesser.

Rivers called this

in before he went down.

Pelican Bay says she's

an Aryan Brotherhood groupie.

Now, she picked up an inmate

this morning.

Garrett Tully. Number three

in the Aryan Brotherhood.

He finished

out 15 years today.

Of course.

We're dealin'

with a psychopath.

- Luis.

- A cop-killin' psychopath.

El senor.

If you saw anything, okay?

We got a cop down over there,

I need you to tell me.

Sir, I told you

everything that I saw.

I-I'm sorry.

Okay.

All right, thank you.

Listen, man.

We need the make and the model

of that car. All right?

- Yeah.

- We're gonna find this racist bastard.

You good?

Yeah.

They've been

comin' back and forth.

Sh*t.

Trouble with the law.

It's none

of your goddamn business.

Now, don't...

Now, don't tell me.

Wasn't a question,

just a statement.

None of my business

what you've done.

No lie there.

Not interested.

Mm.

Made my share of troubles.

What kind of trouble?

Mm.

Real trouble.

Ah.

All I'm saying is...

I don't like the law...

and you don't like the law.

You want out of here,

and we want you out of here.

Sounds like we have

something in common.

You got a match?

You got a match, light?

Come on.

Don't tell me there

isn't a single f***ing match

in this entire house.

Back here, you got one?

Yeah, I got one.

Come on, man, let's have it.

In my room.

Where?

I don't know, in the drawer somewhere.

I don't smoke.

The f*** you don't.

Show me.

- Yes.

- I'm gonna show it to you, anyway.

Get...

Patience.

Patience.

Slowly, boy.

Go on.

Where's that f***in' lighter?

You've ever done time, boy?

No.

Come on, it's a rite of passage

for you brothers, right?

No respect without time.

Not in my book.

Or, your daddy ever done time?

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