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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?

I bet you he's done time.

My daddy's dead.

Your daddy's dead.

Whee.

How did he die?

F***ing gang-banging, holdin'

up the liquor store, or what?

Desert Storm.

He was a soldier.

I know what

you're thinkin', boy.

The old man's weak,

the women can't do nothin',

so it's up to you, right?

It's crossed my mind.

Uncross it, motherf***er.

Ain't no use dyin'

before you see the big house.

It just wouldn't seem proper.

You know what I mean?

Let's go, boy.

You look like a farmer.

Are you a farmer?

No.

Scrap metal now.

I still fix cars, blinds,

you name it.

That sounds boring.

And what do you do?

Home care for the elderly.

I could never do it.

What about you? I bet you

ain't got no job, right?

I got one.

Deliver pizza

on Fridays, sometimes.

Sometimes. Sh*t, it must

be nice being black.

All that spare time.

Where the f*** are we at?

Anthony, no.

Not necessary, now.

He's got a knife.

Let me go, my God.

Get the f*** off of me.

I'm taking her

and my family with me.

Anthony.

I'll slice her neck, I will.

Cut away.

What the f***, Tully?

Hey!

No.

Tully, it's me.

Yeah, I don't give a sh*t.

Slice, dice,

- chop whatever the f***.

- Tully.

A-Anthony.

Put it down, boy.

P-Put it down.

You're gonna cut her?

- Go on. I got nothin' invested in her.

- Tully.

Hey, hey.

You're gonna...

Shut the f*** up, b*tch.

Get your hand off me.

Hey.

If he puts it down,

you promise not to kill him?

If-If he...

- gives it up...

Stop touching me.

You promise not to kill him?

Y-Y-Your word?

Y-Y-Your word?

Your word?

- You got my f***ing word, n*gger.

- Your word, okay.

No trouble, okay.

All right, all right?

Tell him that.

Tell him!

- No trouble.

- Okay, yeah.

Yeah, your word.

Give him your word.

My word.

All right.

That's right.

This is the stupidest

thing I've ever seen.

He violated me.

Tully, he violated me.

He had his hands all over me.

He didn't touch her.

He didn't touch her.

He did!

Yes, he did!

Anthony!

Anthony, baby?

Anthony.

Anthony, no!

Your word.

Oh, my God!

Anthony.

Oh!

Your word!

He ain't f***in' dead, is he?

Come on.

F***.

Okay.

- Okay.

- All right.

He is not f***ing dead.

That isn't

the f***ing problem.

You almost got me killed.

Nobody f***ing talks

to me that way, you understand.

Least of all you.

Sh*t.

F*** you.

F*** me.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Anthony got shot.

Is he okay?

Is he okay?

Just rest, my baby.

Tell me.

What?

What?

Is he okay?

You gave your brother up,

you little b*tch.

What the hell

am I supposed to do?

My God, I got two babies.

And I told you

not to have them.

- This is not...

- But you had them anyway, didn't you?

- You had them, anyway.

- my fault!

None of it.

I'm tired of you

blaming me for everything,

and this is not my fault.

You don't do that.

You don't give

your brother up, baby.

- Mom...

- You don't, ever.

- Mother.

- Give your brother up.

- Never!

- What was I

- supposed to do?

- Ever, ever.

What you doin'?

Unzip your pants.

What?

I said, unzip your pants.

It's okay.

I'm just gonna

do what I do best.

Yeah.

You deserve this.

You're fine now.

You like this?

- Doreen?

- You like this?

What do I got to do

to get you hard?

I have to talk a little bit?

Huh?

I can talk.

Baby, what's it take

to get you hard?

You just tell me,

I'll do it for you.

All right,

Doreen-Doreen stop, all right?

Okay, look.

That's enough.

It's like a f***ing record.

What's wrong with you?

White men are the nuts

and bolts of society.

And their warriors

must be as strong

and pure as their philosophy.

What the f*** does that mean?

It means you

sacrifice your petty needs

and desires for something

more important than yourself.

Something bigger,

you understand?

What, did you say that?

No, Sobecki did.

Sobecki said that.

Of course he did.

Well, I guess that means

prison done turned you gay.

F***!

Don't you ever f***ing

call me gay,

you understand me,

you f***ing b*tch,

don't you ever!

Get the f*** off of me.

Don't you f***ing touch...

Get off of me.

Don't you ever f***ing talk to

me or grab me like that again.

You hear me?

Don't f***ing touch me again.

F***ing touch me.

F***ing touch me.

F***.

F***ing touch me.

Let's just drive, okay?

- Let's just f***ing drive.

- Don't tell me what to do.

Everybody told

you not to have them.

Tully. Tully.

Listen to me.

We need to do

what Sobecki said.

And just slit their throat.

- Just slit their throat.

- What the f*** are you talking about?

- Use your brain.

- Listen to me, listen to me.

You gotta be

a man right now for me.

You have got to do something.

Be a f***ing Aryan.

Use your f***ing brain.

They're more

valuable to us alive.

To who?

Jesus Christ, you don't think we

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