Phantom Halo Page #6

Whoa, whoa, Beck.

Just...

No. No.

Just calm down, Beck.

He can have whatever he wants.

Samuel, get your things.

We're leaving.

No, Beck, just put the gun down.

You see what you do?

You let me down every

single f***ing time.

I was king last night.

Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

Go get your things!

We're leaving now!

You're not going anywhere!

Anywhere!

What the hell?

Hey, get... Just get

away from this!

This is mine!

You stole it!

You had something

you want to show me.

It was perfect, wasn't it?

Who the hell is this?

Are you okay, Beckett?

F*** off.

So I'm here.

What do you got?

Me and Beckett here

will take you to...

I'm not going anywhere with you.

I'm not gonna go by my...

What made you think you could get

away with betraying Donny, hmm?

I made the perfect note.

Where's the lab?

The lab!

Even if I took you there,

you could never do what I do.

It takes years,

you ignorant f***.

Good morning, Vietnam.

Who's this idiot?

Oh, f***.

I'm the only one who's gonna

be killing around here.

Oh, yeah?

Bang!

Bang? Bang?

Who the f*** is this?

This piece of sh*t

stole my money.

Th-That's a lie.

That's my money, all of it.

Well, this piece

of sh*t is mine.

No, Roman, look, look.

I have your money

right here, huh?

What are you talk...

That's counterfeit money.

What's that?

Yeah. I made it.

Is that what this is all about?

You need to turn around

and exit right now.

I can make you money, Roman.

You can't make sh*t.

Shut up, you little p*ssy.

Put the gun down.

You telling me what to do?

Boys, boys, boys, boys, boys.

C-Come on. Come on.

Let's put the guns down

and work this out.

Clearly there's plenty

of money to go around.

Big man.

Big f***ing man.

You think you've got

it all figured out.

Get your kids to

parrot cash for you.

All right, don't.

He's just a drunk. He doesn't...

He doesn't know what he's doing.

And what is it you

think you're doing?

This comic book,

all right,

it's his first appearance

from the Silver Age, the 1960s.

Phantom Halo.

What the hell is this?

It's being auctioned online

for, like, $100,000.

You don't know who the Halo is?

It's like not knowing

who Spider-Man is.

Probably 'cause

he's a lousy jigaboo.

Oh, God.

It's not cool to be a racist.

Your Shakespearean

slave, where is he?

I don't know. I don't know.

He... He left.

H-He was pissed

'cause I don't take any of his bullshit.

Have you got my money?

He doesn't have it.

Now leave him alone!

Can you pay your father's debts?

You just did!

Samuel!

Shakespeare!

Shakespeare!

Samuel.

Samuel.

Samuel.

Samuel.

Hey, Roman.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my...

Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Oh, my...

Beck.

Hey.

Beck! Beck!

Wake up, Beckett!

Beckett! Come on!

Beckett!

Beckett!

Beckett, wake up!

Wake up, Beckett!

Ohh. Oh, God. Ohh.

You okay?

Oh, that hurts.

Come on.

Are you okay?

You okay? Come on.

Where... Where's Roman?

I'm so sorry.

Where's Dad?

Oh, God, he's...

No.

Okay.

All right, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

You gotta come on.

Let's go.

You fixed it.

Yeah. Come on.

Now wait here.

"My darling Larry,

"Do not go back

to the house ever.

"I'll get in touch soon.

"Don't worry.

"And please tell Beckett

he saved my life.

He should know that."

What did you do with this car?

Wait. So is this why

money's gone missing?

We're disappearing

to another place.

Full fathom five

thy father lies:

Of his bones are coral made.

Those are pearls

that were his eyes:

Nothing of him that doth fade,

but doth suffer

a sea-change

into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly

ring his knell:

Ding-dong, hark!

now I hear them...

ding-dong, bell.

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