In the name of Allah the beneficent, the merciful...
...all praise is due to Allah, Lord of all the Worlds...
...to the one God to whom praise is due forever...
...to the one who came to us in the person of Master Fard Muhammad...
...and raised up The Honourable Elijah Muhammad.
- Aameen. - (congregation) Aameen.
- As salaam alaikum! - Wa-alaikum salaam!
- How do you feel? - Fine, sir!
- Who do we want to hear? - Malcolm X!
- Are we gonna bring him on? - Yes, sir!
Yes, we gonna bring him on!
Well, let us hear from our minister, Mr Malcolm X!
Let us bring him on with a round of applause!
(applause and cheering)
Brothers and sisters, I'm here to tell you that I charge the white man.
I charge the white man with being the greatest murderer on earth.
- (congregation shouts) - I charge the white man...
...with being the greatest kidnapper on earth!
There is no place in this world that that man can go...
...and say he createdpeace and harmony.
Everywhere he's gone, he's created havoc.
Everywhere he's gone, he's created destruction.
So I charge him. I charge him with being the greatest kidnapper on this earth!
I charge him with being the greatest murderer on this earth!
I charge him with being the greatest robber and enslaver on this earth!
I charge the white man with being the greatest swine-eater on this earth!
The greatest drunkard on this earth!
He can't deny the charges.
You can't deny the charges! We're the living proof of those charges!
- (cheering and applause) - You and I are the proof!
You're not an American, you are the victim of America!
You didn 't have a choice coming over here.
He didn 't say "Black man, black woman...
...come on over and help me build America."
He said "Nigger, get down in the bottom of that boat...
...and I'm taking you over there to help me build America."
(applause and cheering)
Being born here does not make you an American.
I'm not an American. You're not an American.
You are one of the 22 million black people...
...who are the victims of America.
You and I, we've neverseen any democracy.
We ain 't seen no democracy in the... the cotton fields of Georgia.
Wasn't no democracy down there.
We didn 't see any democracy on the streets of Harlem...
...in the streets of Brooklyn, of Detroit, and Chicago.
Ain 't no democracy down there. No, we've never seen democracy!
All we've seen is hypocrisy!
We don't see any American Dream.
We've experienced only the American nightmare.
(wild cheering and applause)
(congregation) We love Malcolm! We love Malcolm! We love Malcolm!
We love Malcolm! We love Malcolm! We love Malcolm!
(fades) We love Malcolm! We love Malcolm!
* Joe Turner: "Roll 'Em Pete"
* Well, I got a gal She lives up on the hill
* Well, this woman's tryin' to quit me...
See that spot! Get it. The spot!
All right, Speedy, that's it.
* They shine like Klondike gold...
C'mon, Pee Wee.
* Every time she loves me, she sends my mellow soul
* Well, you're so beautiful But you've got to die someday
* All I want's a little lovin ' Just before you pass away
* Yeah!
* (piano scats)
Hey, Cholly!
Where'd you get that number you hit on? Was that your girlfriend's address?
No, my grandma gave me that number in my dreams, straight!
- Three, eight, four. - You told me Sassy Frassy gave you...
Nah, that woman quit me.
After I hit the number...
...that woman was no good to me at all. - No? What happened?
She said I was cheap cos I wouldn't cop her a diamond ring.
- And on top of that, had the indignation... - Whoo!
...to call me, of all people, Good Time Cholly...
...a cheap black son of a bitch!
- Sassy Frassy? - Cholly, where's homeboy?
- Hey, Little! - Yeah?
Your man out here waitin' on you!
There he is!
Hey! Fixin' to get that first conk laid on, eh, homeboy? Be hot like hell!
Don't be a-scared, son, you ain't got nothin' to worry about.
You in the hands of an expert!
My hair was just like yours. Look what he did for me!
- (laughter) - Heckle and Jeckle!
Don't scare the man no more than he's scared already!
- Get his forehead and eyebrows, Shorty. - Who's doing this?
- Y'all heard that. - Y'all heard that.
Pull my coat-tail if it stings, this shit could burn a hole through cement.
Hold tight, baby, and keep your eyes shut.
I thought you said this was gonna sting. (chuckles) This ain't nothin'.
- Feel good, don't it? - Yeah, real good, don't it?
- Yeah, it's all right. - Gonna feel better than that in a minute.
It is heatin' up a little bit there, Shorty. Shorty, it's startin' to heat up there.
- It's all right. - Feelin' better and better, ain't it?
- Just hold on! - All right, I'm holdin', but it's heatin'!
- We gotta make it straight. - Well, all right.
- That's what he told me, too! - (laughter)
- I gotta get this out now, it's startin' to... - Uh-oh! Uh-oh!
- Hold on. - I'm holdin', I'm holdin'! I'm holdin'!
- Well, hold on! - I'm holdin'on!
- Cholly, gimme a hand! Help me out! - Go on! Hold him! Hold him!
- Hold him! - Shorty!
- C'mon, we're goin' to the sink! - I got to get up! I got to get up!
- Cool it, baby! Cool it! - Put some water on him! More water!
Hold on! Wait, wait, you're getting it in my eye now!
How's it feel?
- Feel like I ain't got no skin on my head! - If you can talk, it's out!
- How's it look? - I can't tell yet.
It's straight, though, right? I ain't doin' this again!
Yeah. Lemme dry it. Lemme dry it.
(chuckles) I can tell, it's layin' down.
(radio) Gets on down the line, does it up so mighty, mighty fine.
- Don't take it off yet. - All right.
That's the thing to do! Come on in here and get through!
A moneymaker and a heartbreaker, every step of the way.
You gonna flip! That's right, watch your lip, dear...
Oooooo-ooh!
- (laughs) - All right! Go, Joe! He's the man!
- Looks white, don't it? - Well, all right!
- Yes! - Well, all root!
- Ow! - Well, all reet!
* Yes, yes
Swing it!
- * Yes, yes - Yeah, right now.
* Yes, yes
* Yeah, you know
* Well, all right, then
* Well, all reet, then
- Hit the brim with your left. - * Well, all root, then
* Well, all rote, then
- Hey, girl! - * Well, all right, then
Sweet thing!
* Well, all reet, then
* Bye, baby, bye
* Bye, baby, bye... *
When my mother was pregnant with me...
...Klansmen on horseback surrounded our house in Omaha, Nebraska.
They brandished guns and shouted for my father to come out.
- Earl Little! - We know you're in there! Come on out!
My mother went to the door, where they could see herpregnant condition...
...and told them my father was in Milwaukee, preaching.
Now, these hooded Klansmen said the good white Christians...
...would not stand for his troublemaking, and to get out of town.
- C'mon! - Bring him out!
- (screaming) - Come on!
- It's all right! - (children shriek)
- You and your family, Earl! - We got no place for y'all here!
(shouting and screaming)
Mommy!
They broke every window before riding off into the night.
They rode off into the moonlight as suddenly as they had come.
You see, my father was not a frightened Negro...
...as most were then, and as many still are today.
He was six feet four, a very strong man, and believed, as did Marcus Garvey...
...that freedom, independence and self-respect...
...could neverbe achieved by the Negro in America.
...on the object of building up for themselves a great nation in Africa.
Therefore, black men should leave America...
...and return to the land of their origins.
...to his original home, Africa!
My father dedicated his life to his beliefs...
...because he had seen four of his six brothers die violently.
Three killed by white men, and one lynched.
There were nine children in our family.
My mother was a proud woman, an educated woman, and a strong woman.
She was very fair-skinned because her mother was raped by a white man.
One of the reasons she married my father was because he was so black.
She hated the white blood in herbody and wanted her children to have colour.
In fact, I think this had a profound effect on me back then...
...and on most Negroes today.
So many of our sisters have been raped or violated by the white man...
...that the black men can't wait to get their hands on the white man's prize:
...the white woman.
Africa for the Africans!
(applause and shouts)
Say "Roseland"!
(both) Roseland!
Showtime!
- Showtime! - All right!
* Lionel Hampton: "Flying Home"
Whoo!
Yeah! (laughs and whoops)
Whoooo-hooo!
- Yeah! C'mon, baby! C'mon! - (gasps)
(laughs)
Hi, Shorty!
You're too big!
- I'm gonna come get you. - Oh, no!
Whoo! C'mon, Shorty, I'm gonna dance!
- Red, hold this! - Shorty, go get her, baby! I got your hat!
Yeah!
Hey!
- Hey! (laughs) - Ah! Ah! Ah!
You in charge, boy!
Yeah! Whoo!
You like what you see, baby?
No! Shorty, get back here!
Go ahead, boy!
- Red, save me! Save me! - Come back here! Gotcha!
Whoo! Yeah!
- Feels good! - C'mon, Shorty, I wanna dance again!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!
- Ho! Ho! Go on! - Shorty, Shorty! Shorty!
Hey! Hey, hey!
Aow!
- Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! - Whee!
- Whoo! - Whoa! (laughs)
Whoo... hoo!
- (laughs) - Whoo!
Yeah!
- All right, then! - Shorty! Shorty!
Whoo!
(laughs) Whoo!
Whoo!
- * (xylophone plays) - (crowd responds) Whoo!
- * (xylophone) - (crowd) Whoo!
- * (brass) - (crowd) Hey!
Flyin' home!
Whoo!
- Whoa! - Flyin' home!
- Yeah! - Come on, Shorty! Come here, baby!
(music stops, crowd cheers)
You OK, baby?
(chuckles)
- Laura sure can go, can't she? - Uh-huh.
- I gotta go freshen up. - All right, baby.
- You come on back, now. - All right, Malcolm.
Mmh-mmh-mmh! That chick is fine as May wine.
Except she live up on the Hill and got a grandmother, too.
Yeah, she a church girl, so I don't know what I'm gonna do.
* Hoagy Carmichael: "Stardust"
Wanna dance?
Yeah.
So what do they call you?
- Uh, Red. - Red?
I'm Sophia.
- How you doin', Sophia? - Very well, thank you.
I have an idea, Red.
Why don't you take that little girl home and come on back?
What?
Just walk, baby, don't run.
It'll be here when you get back.
Well, I better not come in.
- I'm not stupid. - What? I mean, it's late, baby.
No, I know where you're going, Malcolm. I am not a total square...
- I know exactly what is happening... - I'm not going anywhere! I gotta go home.
It's late, I gotta get up...
...(fakes yawn) early in the morning. You know I gotta work tomorrow.
So I call you tomorrow?
What for? I'm not white and I don't put out...
...so why would you want to call me, Malcolm?
Good night, Mrs Johnson. (lower) I'll call you tomorrow.
* The Ink Spots: "My Prayer"
* Ooh
* My prayer
* Is to linger with you
* At the end of the day
* In a dream that's divine
* Ooh
* My prayer
* Is a rapture in blue
* With a world far away
* And your lips close to mine...
* "My Prayer" plays on carradio
(playfully) Aww! Hey.
Am I the first white woman you've been with?
- Huh? - Hm?
No, you ain't! Shit, I done had plenty.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
That isn't a whore?
Hm?
(chuckles) You...
Mm... Mmm.
Take your time. Sophia's not going anywhere.
Remember, I told you to walk...
...don't run.
Shh!
I don't like women that talk too much. OK?
OK.
Who wants to talk?
* At the end of each day
* In a dream that's divine
* Ooh, ooh, ooh
- * Ooh - * My prayer
* Is a rapture in blue... *
- Yeah, Red! Bang! - Naw, you missed me, flatfoot!
Here, try this one for size! (mimics machine-gun fire)
- I ducked! - You ducked?
- I ducked! - I got you right between the toes!
Man, I'm tired of playing the cops all the time. I wanna be Bogart!
(as Bogart) Well, Shorty, you're too small to be Bogart.
- I'm not too short to be Cagney. Boom! - Aaaah! Why, you!
- Oh! Aaaagh! - Boom!
- You dirty, stinkin'... - One more! One more! Boom!
- Aw, Jesus! - (laughs and groans)
- (gunshot) - Filthy, rotten, stinkin' copper! Aah...
He used to be a big shot.
(screams)
There is just nothing I can do.
- What do you mean, took his own life? - I'm sorry, ma'am. You heard the verdict.
Verdict? A man takes a hammer and bashes in the back of his own head...
...then he lays down on the tracks and kills himself(?)
We merely act on the verdicts, we don't make them.
Well, do you pay or don't you?
Read the policy, ma'am.
It clearly states...
C'mere, Sophia.
(radio) * Ella Fitzgerald: "Stairway to the Stars"
- * Let's build a stairway to the stars - You're the man.
- * And climb that stairway to the stars - Sit down.
* With love beside us
- * To fill the night with a song... - What's your story?
You one of them white chicks can't get enough coloured stud?
* We'll hear the sound of violins
* Out yonder where the blue begins...
Kiss my foot.
Go ahead. Kiss it.
* Can't we sail away On a lazy daisy petal
Now feed me.
* Can't we sail away On the little dreams
* And settle high on the crest of a thrill?
Yeah.
(snorts) That's your story, girl. So, when you gonna holler rape, sister?
Me?
Yes, you. You would if the time came. Sure you would.
Malcolm, let me feed you.
C'mon.
While they're hot.
I sure wish your mother and father could see you now.
And that ofay you gonna marry.
I sure wish Laura could see us.
* Let's build a stairway to the stars... *
Please, Malcolm.
There's nobody around.
Nah, this ain't right.
- Why? - Because you...
No, it's...
- It's because of the white girl, isn't it? - No, it's not because of that.
- Folks say you two are running around. - It's not because of that.
Save it, all right, Laura? Save it for Mr Right...
...because your grandmother's smarter than you think.
I'm sorry she raised me that way.
Is your mother alive?
Yeah, she's alive.
When I was a kid, I was so poor I used to think "Not For Sale" was a brand name.
- I did knock. - Did you hear me say come in?
There's no point in fighting about it. I'm sorry.
- May I sit down? - As you nice enough to ask(!)
It's the same questions, Mrs Little.
Since the death of your husband...
- Murder. Murder. - There is serious question...
...as to whether or not you are capable of raising these children on your own.
Oh, well...
These are my children.
They're mine.
And there ain't no question.
Sometimes, I think, Mrs Little, candour is the only kindness.
All of your children are delinquent...
...and one, at least - Malcolm - is a thief.
Get outta here!
Your control over your children is therefore nonexistent...
Did you hear me?
You will regret this.
If you don't move out through that door, you're gonna be past regretting!
We were parcelled out, all of us.
I believe that ifever a state agency destroyed a family, it destroyed ours.
I was sent to a detention home, and lived at this woman's house.
This is your room, Malcolm, I know you'll keep it clean.
Mrs Swerlin.
Boys, this is Malcolm, our new guest. We'll treat him like a brother.
I was special. The only coloured kid in the class.
I became sort of a mascot, like a... like a pink poodle.
In fact, I got called a niggerso much...
...I didn 't think there was anything wrong with it. I thought it was my name.
(Mrs Swerlin) He's a fine athlete...
They talked about me like I wasn't there...
...like I was a pedigree dog or a horse.
...president of his class. - Like I was invisible.
Now, the important thing is to be realistic.
We all like you here. You know that.
But you're a nigger, and a lawyer is no realistic goal for a nigger.
But why, Mr Ostrowski?
I gets the best grades in class.
I got voted class president. I wanna be a lawyer.
No. I want you to think about something that you can be.
You're good with your hands. Making things.
People would give you work. I would.
Why don't you become a carpenter?
That's a good profession for a coloured.
Wasn't your pa a carpenter?
Jesus was a carpenter.
People like you as a person. You're doing real well.
Remember what we said? "Nothing succeeds like success." Let me hear it.
- Nothing succeeds like success. - Right. As long as you're realistic.
It's not the end of the world, Malcolm.
I said "Don't...
...let 'em give that boy no pig."
It wasn't the end for me, but it was the beginning of the end for my mother.
(train whistle)
- (radio) A right cross to the jaw by Louis! - (all cheer)
Conn is covering up now!
Louis takes Conn's head back with a right uppercut!
He's reeling around the ring! Louis hits a left and a right to the jaw!
And Conn is down...
- (all roar) ...with a right cross to the jaw!
- And he's taking the count! Four! Five! - Wait!
- Six! - Six!
- Seven! He's on his back! Eight! - Seven! Eight!
- Nine! He's getting up at the count... - Nine!
- No, the referee says it's all over! - (all cheer)
- The referee says it's all over! - I knew he was gonna get it!
- What in hell is going on? - Uh, nothing, Mr Cooper.
We got a lot of hungry customers!
- Uh, yes, sir! - Soup done finished, Mr Cooper!
- That's right, Mr Charlie! - The name is Mr Cooper.
And don't you forget it! Mr Cooper.
Boy, what in the hell is the matter with you? You want me to get fired?
- I got a wife and six kids! - Mr Cooper is good white folk, boy!
You is a young fool!
Damn!
...not himself! There'll neverbe another one like that...
Oh, yeah! He's got him! He's done it! He's done it!!
By a knockout...
...and still the world's heavyweight champion!
- Joe Louis! - Joe Louis!
Ham and cheese! Excuse me, sir. Ham and cheese here!
I got coffee, lemon meringue pie!
Hey, boy! Gimme one of them ham and cheese.
Yes, sir, best in the house, sir!
- Mighty pleased with yourself, ain't you? - I aims to please, sir, I'm pleased to aim.
- I like you, boy. - Thank you, sir.
- Keep the change. - Right, sir! Ham and cheese!
- * Ella Fitzgerald: Drop me off in Harlem - (hollers)
- * Any place in Harlem - * Ho-oh! (laughs) Harlem!
* There's someone waiting there Who makes it seem like heaven
- * Up in Harlem - (car horn)
* I don't want your Dixie
* You can keep your Dixie
* There's no-one down in Dixie
* Who can take me 'way from my hot Harlem... *
(announcer) Joe Louis is back in Harlem! They're celebrating! They're going crazy!
They're dancing and cheering, they're hanging from the street signs!
Everybody's out! Everybody's having a great time!
- Listen to them roar! - (shouting)
- Joe! Joe! Joe! - * If Harlem moved to China
* I know of nothing finer
* Than to stow away on a plane someday
* And have them drop me off in Harlem *
(whistling and cheering)
(announcer) Joe's a credit to his race. What a fine gentleman!
But he's also a fine American! The Brown Bomber, Joe Louis!
- Hey, sugar! - Huh?
- Slow down, daddy. What's your hurry? - Ain't no hurry.
- Lemme show you somethin' brand-new. - Nah.
Look here, champ, I got gold watches, diamond rings.
Any one of these. Whatever you want. Whatever you need.
- No, I don't need nothin', daddy-o. - You need somethin', baby.
- Well... - Coupla these, then a player look good.
You know that. What you want, champ?
* Lionel Hampton: "Hamp's Boogie-Woogie"
- Boy, you gotta see this. - Yeah?
- My man! - The word is "Excuse me", boy!
- "Excuse me" don't shine my shoes. - Then you shoulda stayed out my way.
Old country nigger.
(laughs) What you gonna do?
Go home to your mama(?)
Nigger, don't you ever, in your life, say anything against my mother!
- Let's get out. - Man! What'd he do to my face?
Hurry up. Let's move it.
Give me a whisky.
(mouths)
I ordered a single, Jack.
The double's on that gentleman... Jack.
Who is that?
That's West Indian Archie.
Yeah? What's his angle?
Some of this, some of that.
Come closer. I'm not fixin' to bite you. You look like you're new in town.
From what I can see, you're... you're pretty handy with a bottle.
- He had it comin'. - Pull up a chair.
So what they call you?
Red.
Red, and I ain't no punk.
You better not be. Any cat toe you down in this town, you stand up or make tracks.
- Man live by his rep. - You better believe it.
- So what do you do for yourself, Red? - Working on the trains, sellin'.
- Like that job? - Keep me out the army.
When they're ready for your black ass, nothing can't keep you out of the army.
Not this boy!
So, I hear tell you're a... you're a good man to know.
- Where you hear that? - Boston, where I'm from.
Kiss my neck! I ain't never been in Beantown.
Well, like the man said, a man's rep travels.
How 'bout that?
You bullshittin' me or what?
First thing my father taught me was you never bullshit a West Indian bullshit artist.
- Your daddy is West Indian? - My mama.
(lilting) She from Grenada, y'know.
Grenada. (laughs heartily)
(laughs) I like this guy.
I like you, country. (laughs) Grenada!
Yeah, but man, where did you get them goddamn vines you got on?
And them shoes? Oh, my.
Maybe we can do something about that.
Yeah, but he's puttin' a hurtin' on my vision, man! Damn!
- All right, relax. Relax, nah. - So how can I get ahold of you?
You can't. I get ahold of you.
- All right. All right, I'll write it down. - Mm-mm.
You don't ever write anything down. You file it, up here. Like I do.
Cos if the man don't have any paper, he will never have any proof.
- Dig? - Yeah. Yeah, I dig.
Right.
(chuckles)
(glasses clink)
Hey, boy, look me in the face.
Did you just now con me?
Yes, sir.
- Why? - Because I want in.
And it don't take a lot to know that you already there, daddy-o.
At least he ain't lyin'.
- I have a likkle run I have to make. - Let me make the run with you, Mr Archie.
Mm-mm.
* Early one Monday morning
* Between nine and ten...
I like your heart.
And I like your style.
You might just do, Mr Red.
Unless, of course, you have to get back to your train job.
I done already told that man what he can do with that train.
- When? - Just now.
- (both laugh) - All right.
Come with me. I'm taking you shoppin'.
Cadillac's the name.
Sammy, man.
- You ready? - Good.
* Erskine Hawkins: "Don't Cry, Baby"
Button more buttons on the jacket.
You look good.
- Yes, man! - But you're missin' something.
- Frisk me. - What?
Go ahead. Frisk me.
Nothing, right?
I'm still carrying.
This was my first gun.
Now it's yours.
* Dry your eyes
* And let's be sweethearts again...
- Thank you. - You wear it, wear it so.
Right.
Small of the back.
Now you're outfitted.
You ready to tackle the streets?
Yeah, I'm ready. Let 'em come.
Let us now turn to the Gospel...
...according to St John.
- (blast of jazz) - Chapter 3, verse 23.
And John also was baptising at Aenon, near Salim...
- (congregation) Amen. Amen. ...because there was much water...
- Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord. ...and they came and were baptised.
Yes!
Three, one, three.
- Two, fifty-five! - Got to be two, five, one.
Four, o, three!
I saw it in my dream.
Five, five, five.
- What you know, daddy-o? - I feel straight!
- Mm! Your lucky day. - Let it roll for me, man.
I told you, no paper, no trouble.
I'm workin' on it.
I keep all my numbers in my head, y'know. I have never written a number down yet.
Remember dat.
- (radio) * Billie Holiday: "Big Stuff' - (sniffs)
- * So you cry "What's it about, baby?" - Your turn.
* You ask why...
Easy.
- (snorts and chokes) - Easy!
- You there? - If I ain't, I'm right next door.
Nothin' in this world can give you that real deep cool.
Right, girl?
* Don't you know there's honey
* In store for you
(both laugh)
* Big stuff
* Let's take a ride
- Phew! Oh. - * On my gravy train
'Bout as mellow as I can be!
- * Come in from out of the rain - Whew!
- Cool enough to kill. - Yeah, I realise that.
- Ah, easy, easy, easy, easy. - Stick 'em up.
- Boom! - (mimics gunshot)
Hey, Archie. Pow!
- (mimics gunshot) - Oh!
Baby.
- Boom! - (squeals) Oh!
Malcolm, you're so funny!
Gimme some money, baby.
(clears throat) OK.
Come on, baby!
Bitch move too slow! Ain't that right?
(men laugh)
Sometimes this guy has a big, ugly mouth.
What time is it, baby?
- 8.21. - 8.21.
I like that. Combinate me.
- Eight, twenty-one. One, twenty-eight. - Careful, Red.
Two, eighteen!
- I'm taking the bet, y'know. - (laughs) Bet!
- (Archie laughs) - Gonna have to reload.
- * I'm on the square about you
* Let's have a try
- * It may be that I'm the guy... * - Yes, sir. (sniffs)
(gunshot)
* (soulful jazz sax)
- Say, Red! - Hey, Red!
- (woman) Sweet Red. - Have a drink, man.
(chatter)
* Count Basie: "The Jitters"
(giggling)
I thought you said we was goin' to the movies last night.
- I said that? - You said that, Red.
All right, baby, I'm sorry. You know I say a lot of things.
I believed you, Red.
All right. Go on, do your job now. Get me a pack of Lucky Strikes and a cognac.
- Girl, you a mess! - I'm a mess?
- Daniel come in yet, Honey? - Ain't that him now?
Hey, gorgeous! How you been doin'? You been waiting long?
Lemme look at you! Wow!
- I've been missin' you today, Laura. - How are you doing, baby?
(shakily) I'm all right. Copacetic, great. Did you work today?
Baby, you know what time we wound up last night. I didn't go to work.
- I... I need a five-spot. - I just gave you ten this morning.
- Laura, gimme the goddamn five dollars! - Look, it ain't the money, Daniel.
- I just wanna make sure you're OK. - Gimme the scratch. I... I...
I gotta pay back this guy. I'll be right back.
- Like last time(?) - I swear I'll be right back.
Laura, I love you!
You know that chick?
What are you, a private detective now or somethin'?
I just asked a question!
Well, you don't be askin' me no goddamn questions.
- I ask you the questions. Understand? - Mm-hm.
- She come in here a lot? - Just about every other night.
- With him? - Mm-hm.
- She know he's strung out? - If she got eyes, she do.
She ain't hookin', is she?
Not yet, Red, but the way things are goin'...
...he gonna turn her out any day now.
You stuck on her, huh?
Y'see, that's your problem, girl...
...you need to mind your own goddamn business, or I'm gonna...
Don't do that!
I wanna talk to you, all right?
- Have a seat, all right? - All right.
C'mere.
- You don't pay him any mind, you hear? - All right.
- You all right? - I'm all right.
Why don't you buy yourself something nice?
(Sophia) Hey, baby.
Gimme a light.
You know, you're lookin' real uptight these days. What is the problem?
- No problem. - You sure?
Nothing. Everything's all right. I'm not worried about it.
All right.
Shit, I'm thinking about my money. Six big ones you owe me, Archie.
- What? - Eight, two, one. It hit, didn't it?
You didn't have eight, two, one!
Were you high, old man? I threw the slats at you and told you to combinate me.
- Red, I'm tellin' you, you never had it. - I'm tellin' you I did. Sophia was there.
- Archie, you remember, don't you? - So, wait. What d'you expect her to say?
- (scoffs) Oh. - Don't do this.
- All right? - All right, Archie.
All right, skip it. Skip it. But you're slippin', Archie.
You done slipped.
Archie, wait. Wait.
Come on, Archie, there. Look, it's...
Come on, what you want? You want a drink? What you tastin'? I'm buyin'.
- I ain't drinkin' hot piss with you. - Oh, Archie.
All right?
Come, Sam.
I'll be right there, man.
- I never knowed him to for get a number. - First time for everything, Sammy.
What are you talkin' about, Red?
The first thing he's gonna do is check for an oversight on his ribbon.
His rep is on the line. So is yours.
And Red, if you're lyin', you're a dead man.
Dead, dead...
...dead. - (blows smoke)
You go run tell him that.
My man Red! Night to you.
I don't understand Archie. You had the number.
* Away from the city
* That hurts and mocks
* I'm standin' alone
* By the desolate docks
* In the still
* And the chill
* Of the night
* I see the horizon
* The great unknown...
Didn't I tell you "Never sit with your back to no door"?
Y'know what?
You're a damn liar. And so is she.
So you figure to take me, you bastard?
Well, I'm taking you.
- So it's you and me, huh, Pops? - That's right, my friend.
I'll give you back the 600.
- I don't want your money. - You know I'm wearing, Archie.
There's three guns on you, so you take your chances, my friend.
* Will the one I love
* Be comin' back
* To me?
Let's walk.
(chuckles)
So this is how I'm goin' out, huh, Archie?
- In a toe-down? - Toe-down, yes.
- Let's go. - Why don't we let Billie finish first?
No.
- Red. - * For the one I love
* Must soon come back
* To me...
You can't get away from me, Red!
- C'mere, man! C'mere! - Get him!
* For the one I love
Red!
You better run! You oughta run fast hard!
* To me *
(pants)
(applause, whistling)
Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you.
(crickets chirp)
(whispers) Wake up. Wake up!
- (grunts) - There's somebody out there.
Wake the kids.
- (glass shatters, children scream) - Careful! Careful! Children!
- (screaming) - Malcolm!
- Everybody out! - Follow me! Follow me! Wait, wait!
Go! Go on! Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Get out!
Get 'em out! Careful!
C'mere! C'mere! C'mon!
Boy, good thing we're good Christians! Maybe it's time you left this town!
I thought this was a free country!
We warned you about all that garbage preachin', stirrin' up the good nigras!
- I ain't a boy, I'm a man! - Next time you a dead nigger!
A real man don't hide behind no bedsheets!
You take these here bullets for them sheets!
(gunshots, shouting)
- I know you're a better shot than that. - (children whimper)
You should've killed 'em. You should've shot all them crackers dead.
I just wanted to scare 'em. They won't be around here botherin' us no more.
They won't be here no time soon.
I'm a man!
(rumbling)
That'll teach you, nigger!
(cries out)
- (shrieks) Oh, God! - Get a doctor!
He doesn't need a doctor, he needs a preacher.