Hey. I'm looking for Matt Sharp.
I'm Sharp.
[Laughs] Irony. Nice. I need to talk to you for a minute.
I'm on the clock, Sheriff. I don't know if you heard, but the market's down, unemployment's at 9%. You wouldn't want to keep an honest man from making a buck, would ya? An honest man, no.
You? Eh, I could give a shit.
Listen, guys, we just got a couple of questions for you. You're gonna want to put that down.
Are you one of those affirmative action hires? Hey. How do you like sitting in the front seat versus the back?
Not as good as it'll feel when I put my boot up your ass and out your mouth.
Whoa. Hey, we're just messing around. We didn't mean nothing by it. Yeah, spic, slope, coon, kike, fɑggоt. Soon as you put the uniform on, we dislike you all the same. Yo, I recognize this dude. You're that football player, right?
Real big deal in college. Running back.
Yeah, what happened? Did you quit? Or did somebody figure out that a nigger running like he stole something ain't nothing new? [Laughs]
Emmett, be cool, all right? Emmett?
I'm cool.
All right.
Don't hold back on my account.
A verbal taunt does not fulfill the protocol for self-defense, Sheriff, only a life-threatening act. And these little men aren't what I'd consider to be threatening.
[Throws cigarette in Emmett's face] Fսck you, O.J. I do believe I now feel threatened.
I would. [White supremacist punches Emmett in the face, merely turning his face and gets himself punched in the face] [To Matt Sharp attempting to flee] Hey, hey, hey, hey! Don't you fսcking move! [Brock is on the ground with a man on top of him holding off a pipe] You okay, Brock?!
No!
Emmett, you need a hand?! [Matt takes off] Oh, fսck! Emmett! You all right?! Yeah?! [Takes after Matt through the junkyard and catches up with him pointing a gun at Matt's head] Slow down, Sharp.!
What do you want, cop?
You're gonna tell me about Proctor's ecstasy operation.
[Leans towards the gun making contact with forehead] I don't know what the fսck you're talking about!
Okay. [Kicks Matt in the crotch] Let me get you started. You were a driver. You did runs from Banshee... to Philly.
Who told you that?!
Well, that's none of your business!
[Laughs] You think I'm gonna roll on someone like Proctor 'cause of you? Ah! Go ahead, arrest me. At least in jail I got my health.
Yeah, but right now... [Gets Matt in an armlock in sing-song] I got your arm.
Stop!
So tell me how it works.
Fսck you!
Okay!
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