Supremacy Page #8

I don't know what to do.

Just help-help me.

No. No, no, no.

Here's my help.

You gotta go south on this.

I ain't surrenderin', Paul.

I ain't f***in'

goin' back to jail.

You are going

to do as they say.

I ain't f***in' surrenderin'.

- I ain't surrenderin'.

- Don't. Shh, hey.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

I ain't surrenderin'.

Hey.

What's the white man do,

Tully?

What's a white man do, Tully?

He brings the bolts down.

Now, right now

the bolts for you

are walking out of that house

with both hands over your head.

If I come back to jail, Paul,

what's gonna happen to me?

Am I gonna be safe?

Let me hear you guarantee it.

- I did 15 f***ing years for you, Paul.

- Tully. Listen to me.

Fifteen f***ing years.

Tell me I'll be safe.

Do you hear what

I'm sayin' to you, Paul?

This ain't

no f***in' Armageddon.

It's a business.

And you're out of it.

I need your f***ing

help right now.

Don't leave me here, Paul.

All right, they're-they're callin' me.

Tully, I gotta go.

Wait, Paul.

Paul, don't.

- See you soon.

- Paul.

F***. Paul.

Paul, I did

15 f***ing years for you!

It's done, hang the f*** up.

To dawn, motherf***er.

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

leave me, motherf***er.

F***!

You're a f***ing dead man!

You're f***ing dead.

I'm not gonna beg

for my life.

I'm not gonna beg for my life.

What is it, Tully?

Huh?

My skin?

If it's my skin...

killin' us won't save you.

Hmm?

But what if it is...

something inside of you?

Something pained

deep inside of you

that you're fighting.

Well, if it is,

maybe we're fighting

the same fight.

We're in the same boat.

I lost everything

and I ain't goin' back.

You haven't lost everything.

How?

You haven't lost everything.

You feel afraid?

Yeah.

You're afraid.

You're afraid of the choice

that you have.

And right now,

the choice you have

is to put that gun down.

Right now.

And we walk out of here.

That's the choice you have.

This is my f***ing choice.

And this is my choice.

And at the end of the day, you'll

always be a f***ing n*gger.

Yes. N*gger.

N*gger.

It always comes down to that.

Lazy, ignorant.

Takes what isn't his.

Lazy. That n*gger.

No.

Always are.

Always blaming

his circumstances

as an excuse

to get what he thinks

he deserves, that n*gger.

Hell, that n*gger

doesn't think

about the future,

tomorrow.

Today, he thinks

about getting his

sneaky, grubby, running,

grabby... that n*gger.

Yeah, that n*gger.

Huh?

There's only one

n*gger in this room,

in this house.

And that n*gger is you.

That n*gger's you.

That n*gger's you, Tully.

That n*gger is you.

The f***.

Feels good, huh?

It's a wonderful world.

- Come on.

- Don't.

Come on, man.

It's okay.

We're goin' in.

We gotta move now.

There's no choice.

SWAT, let's go.

We're coming out.

Stand down.

Here we are.

We're comin' out.

Raymond, you're here?

Stand down,

my pop's comin' out.

Ray?

You there?

Yeah, Pop, I'm right here.

Tell them to back down.

We're coming out.

Okay? We...

are coming out.

Keep movin' forward.

Don't shoot.

Tully, turn to your right.

Get down on your knees.

Clasp your hands

behind your head.

Hands clasped.

Stay right there.

Hey.

Much obliged.

It's all good, Dad.

It's all good.

Mm.

Love you.

Love you.

Got a lot of work

to do around here.

Yeah, son?

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