Hello, I'm Jay Bulworth.
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
Our obligation is to reduce our bloated government...
but at the same time, restore its creative power...
to reinvigorate our society--
[ Tape rewinding ]
My name is Jay Bulworth.
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
Our obligation-- [ Tape rewinds ]
California families who live by the rules...
and work hard and pay their taxes...
shouldn't be paying for people who do nothing.
I'm Jay Bulworth.
I believe in a hand up, not a hand down.
I need your support on Tuesday.
[ Beeping countdown ]
I'm Jay Bulworth.
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
I'll fight to end unnecessary affirmative action programs.
[ Overlapping ] I'm Jay Bulworth.
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
Our obligation is to reduce--
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
Our welfare system is out of control.
Of course we should help...
My name is Jay Bulworth.
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
My wife Connie and I have been married for 24 years.
She's been a loving partner, and more importantly...
Connie's been my friend.
CONSTANCE: Jay has been a great senator for California...
but the best job he's done is as a loving husband and father.
I believe in the old-fashioned values...
of honesty and decency and fidelity.
Join me in my crusade...
to strengthen California's families.
[ Beeping countdown ]
Hello, I'm Jay Bulworth.
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
I'm Jay Bulworth.
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
We can't afford any longer to give people privileges...
on the basis of race.
It's time we realized discrimination in the past...
doesn't justify discrimination in the future.
Hello, I'm Jay Bulworth.
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
Our welfare system is out of control.
Of course we should help families who truly need it...
but too often, welfare is a permanent subsidy...
for able-bodied people who could and should...
[ Overlapping ] Hello, I'm Jay Bulworth.
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
Our obligation is to reduce our bloated government...
I'm Jay Bulworth.
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
It's time we realized discrimination in the past...
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
Of course we should help families who truly need it.
I'm Jay Bulworth.
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
Our obligation is to reduce...
I'm Jay Bulworth.
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
We can't afford any longer to give people--
[ Ring ]
I'll fight to end unnecessary affirmative action programs--
JAY: Hello, this is a telephone answering machine.
Leave a message at the beep.
[ Beep ]
MAN: If you're there, pick up the goddamn telephone.
I know you're there.
Pork bellies, indeed.
I've just spoken with Hong Kong again, and I'm very upset!
That's the wrong word. I'm pissed, pissed...
pissed, pissed, pissed, pissed!
I warned you repeatedly about Fenner.
That son of a bitch and his pork belly goddamn schemes.
And now he tells me--
He tells me you've invested nearly everything you had...
and they're selling the goddamn things short.
HELEN: We got the check.
The senator would just love to have drinks with the sultan.
Will the sultan be in Beverly Hills?
- Has he buzzed yet? - No.
MURPHY: Feldman call?
DOBISH: It's 6:15 in the morning in L.A.
MURPHY: I don't care. Get me Liebowitz and Macavoy.
DOBISH: I only got two hands. I'm too old to grow a third.
MURPHY: I didn't ask you to grow anything new.
Just get me the calls.
DOBISH: And Mr. Chow? What about Mr. Ling?
Tell me, did his check clear?
DAVERS: Hey, Senator.
It's a beautiful morning.
The birds are singing. The leaves are...
doing whatever leaves do.
Did you eat anything?
It's Friday. That pizza's from Wednesday.
Ahem.
Fenner call?
He said you sold pork bellies short, and now they're up again.
I mean, is that a disaster?
Davers, do I look like a disaster to you?
Good morning.
The poll's worse than we thought.
We're down by four points...
but the new spots are playing absolutely huge...
and we'll get 900 grand from the Sunday brunch.
You might be asked about that insurance bill in five minutes.
DAVERS: Which insurance bill?
S2720-- regulates insurance companies.
Makes them sell it to poor people.
DAVERS: That's a good bill.
MURPHY: Not for insurance companies.
DAVERS: What, are we working for the insurance companies?
We do today, or Tuesday, we don't work for anybody.
We're trying to get 50 grand a table.
Should we talk on the way?
Senator, Missy Berliner, Los Angeles Times.
JAY: Sam.
Senator, your challenger in next Tuesday's primary...
said you were, quote, "an old liberal wine...
"trying to pour himself into a new conservative bottle."
JAY: We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
- That kind of mistake can hurt. - What mistake?
MURPHY: The both sides remark. Hello, Constance.
CONSTANCE: I don't know why your people would think...
I have nothing better to do than wait around.
I have no objection to doing my part...
but the least you can do is to get your staff...
to show some respect for my time.
JAY: Uh-huh. What about both sides?
MURPHY: It was Bob Sheer, right?
Weren't we supposed to go with "We'll get back to you, Bob?"
"Both sides" implies the other side is worth considering.
- Where's Becky? - She doesn't want a photo op.
CONSTANCE: She's 17. She wants to be with her friends.
Is she mad at me?
She's not mad. She's 17.
Just send her money. She'll be fine.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Smile in the back, please.
CONSTANCE: OK, that's it.
JAY: Uh, Con--Uh...
MURPHY: We want to thank you all for your help.
Any other help, please make payable to Bulworth '96.
DOCTOR: Serum cholesterol, folate level...
liver function, blood pressure, EKG-- they're all fine.
Are you eating?
Uh, no, thanks.
No, I'm asking, have you experienced a loss of appetite?
No, no, no. I'm just not very hungry.
When was the last time you ate?
HELEN: Mr. Fong and the Chung family left.
Will Mr. and Mrs. Wang be in California?
CROCKETT: Hello, Helen, how are you?
- Hello, Mr. Crockett. - Hello, Mrs. Dobish.
Mr. Crockett, American Insurance Federation.
DOCTOR: Jay. Jay.
Are you telling me you haven't eaten or slept in three days?
That's not good.
Maybe you should talk to someone.
I'll give you a name. Milton Alexander.
He's head of Psychiatry at Georgetown.
Uh, I got a meeting here.
This bill will devastate us.
- It will be-- - Crockett.
CROCKETT: Can I call you back?
DAVERS: Doc, how's he doing?
Fine. Fine.
- How are you doing? - Fine, fine. You?
- Fine. - Fine.
Can you believe this goddamn regulation bill?
Is the whole world going insane?
When you consider the dislocation...
in the relationships with the state commissioners...
or the effect on the rate structure...
This bill's gonna cost us billions.
And it's the usual people making trouble.
You think I'm gonna say it's the African Americans.
It's not the African Americans.
I have no problem with African Americans.
I'm not other people.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Colin Powell, Michael Jordan--
I have no problem with them. They have good jobs.
But you throw down some lazy, welfare-taking...
drug-dealing, rap-singing punk...
and tell me my people have to give him a policy. Why?
So he can burn down his house? Or smoke crack and get AIDS?
JAY: You can't get AIDS by burning your house down.
DOBISH: We got the broadcasters, insurance...
A.M.A... Buddhists?
What about the Buddhists?
Vinnie! Ha ha ha ha!
Vinnie, you son of a bitch, how are you?
How you been?
Other than the prostate like a coffee cake...
a little ticker trouble-- terrific.
To use an overworked phrase, this bill is--
The bill is un-American.
And I have total confidence in you...
that you can bottle up this bill in committee.
What have we got there?
Oh, I got your homeowner's insurance...
disability insurance, umbrella, liability...
and I see no reason why you shouldn't have...
a couple million dollars in life insurance.
I thought we said ten.
- What? - Ten. Ten million.
Pesos?
Senator-- Ha ha ha.
I feel constrained to remind you that what we said was...
a couple of million paid to your daughter--
Four payments, 2.5 million each...
ten million dollars to my daughter.
Would five do it?
Why don't we just say seven?
Ten million. That's a lot of life insurance.
If Jay Bulworth plays ball, we'll play ball.
DAVERS: Oh, Senator, I want you to meet Vinnie.
JAY: Vinnie, how are you?
Ready for the weekend research project?
Davers, could you excuse us? Thanks.
DAVERS: Uh, all right, Senator, I'll be right outside.
HELEN: Tell her we need U.S. American dollars.
JAY: Small bills.
I wish I didn't have to go through Davers to talk to you.
Davers can always reach me. Davers is a sweetheart.
JAY: Did Davers ask you...
what the weekend research project was?
VINNIE: [ Clicks tongue ] Uh-uh.
JAY: Good. Nobody knows but you and me.
VINNIE: You and me, Senator.
JAY: That's good.
Here's a couple of pictures of the person.
Give them to whomever is gonna do the, uh...
- Research. - Research.
This is the first time...
I've ever arranged to get a guy to off a guy...
who I don't know who the guy is who he's gonna off.
You mean, research.
Yeah, research a guy who I don't know who it is.
You said you didn't have to know.
I'm just the liaison. I don't want to know who this is...
and I don't want nobody knowin' nothin' about me.
I need to talk to you, I call Eddie Davers.
You need to talk to me, you call Eddie Davers.
That way nobody knows nothin'.
- Fine. - Except for one thing.
- What's that? - I gotta know who this guy is.
- You just said-- - But that was in the abstract.
Now that we're really doin' it...
and you don't tell me who this is, and then, uh...
Simple math.
Take a look.
Excuse me.
What's the gag?
He will be arriving at LAX...
tomorrow night at 8:40 on American Airlines.
A check for the second half of the money.
If I'm not dead by Monday, I stop payment on that check.
P.A.: Thank you for flying with us.
Have a pleasant stay in Los Angeles.
As you exit the aircraft, our flight agents...
will help direct you to any connecting flights.
Oh, and have a nice day.
MURPHY: Welcome back. Did you sleep on the plane?
We're running late, so let me run through some changes.
By the way, excellent work with Crockett.
The final haul from the Sunday brunch is 1.1.
Insurance came up with 250.
We got two from oil, banks are in for one and a half...
A.M.A. and the lawyers came in just south of 100.
Gloria Allred got very excited over your O.J. statement.
Even the women have coughed up. Came in with about 65.
We do have a new schedule.
We have a black church, and then we have Beverly Hills.
VINNIE: He's here.
MURPHY: It'd be nice later to have a drink with the sultan.
VINNIE: The guy is nuts.
FRED: Welcome home, Senator.
- What's this? - I told you.
MURPHY: Twenty-four hours on the campaign trail.
This is Gary Plunkett of C-SPAN.
And Fred Tinsdale and Mimi Binder.
FRED: How you doing? Mimi and I are gonna be...
right behind you in the truck, Senator.
MIMI: Fred, get in the truck.
So, C-SPAN is gonna be with us all night?
MURPHY: All weekend. Tonight's installment...
airs tomorrow afternoon at 2:00.
JAY: Where are we going?
MURPHY: First stop, we are going down to South Central.
Did you get a copy of the schedule?
We're gonna be on the go.
First stop is South Central and the African-American community.
Gee, your African-American constituents...
down in South Central...
don't forget what you've done for them, do they?
Where we going?
MURPHY: Down to Grace Church.
- Fred. - What?
Did you say you'd covered Bulworth before?
FRED: Yeah. These things go by the book.
MURPHY: Then over to Beverly Hills...
to meet some big names in the entertainment business.
[ Singing gospel hymn ]
MURPHY: Scotty, how are you?
Vivian, Rwanda, I didn't expect you to be here.
Those key chains look fantastic.
How you feeling, Senator?
Get any sleep on the plane?
Has Mr. Murphy forgotten something?
FELDMAN: Mr. Murphy, the senator?
MURPHY: Whoops.
Senator? Senator Bulworth.
Senator...
MINISTER: The honorable senator from California...
the Senator Jay Billington Bulworth.
- Yay! - Yay!
Hey, that's a nice little piece of timing.
MINISTER: Amen.
MURPHY: Senator, your speech, sir.
MINISTER: Amen!
[ Applause continues ]
We stand at the doorstep of a new millennium.
MURPHY: Listen to this. I put a little time in on this.
JAY: And at the same time, restore its creative power...
to reinvigorate our society...
And, uh...
bring about a, uh, rebirth of, uh, democracy, uh...
Any questions?
FELDMAN: Nice. Less is more.
WOMAN: When the riots went down four years ago...
you promised us federal funding to rebuild.
What happened?
[ Audience murmuring ]
What happened was...
we all knew that was gonna be big news...
so we all came down here-- Bush, Clinton, Wilson--
got our pictures taken, told you what you wanted to hear...
and we pretty much forgot about it.
MURPHY: Ha ha ha!
[ Audience protesting ]
Did you hear that?
Let's see where he's going.
We can't get health insurance, fire insurance, life insurance.
Why haven't you come out for Senate Bill 2720?
Because you haven't contributed any money to my campaign.
[ Audience boos ]
You know how much insurance companies come up with?
They depend on me to get a bill like that...
and bottle it up in committee during an election...
and then we can kill it when you're not looking.
When you say "by the book," what book would that be?
WOMAN: So the Democrats don't care about us?
JAY: Isn't that obvious?
Half your kids are out of work and the other half are in jail.
Do you see any Democrat doing anything about it?
Certainly not me.
What are you going to do, vote Republican?
Come on. You're not gonna vote Republican.
Let's call a spade a spade.
I mean, you can have a Billion Man March.
If you don't put down that malt liquor...
and stop backing a running back who stabs his wife...
you're never gonna get rid of somebody like me.
[ Audience continues to shout out protests ]
[ Alarm rings ]
MAN: Fire! Fire! Fire!
TANYA: Yo, fire alarm! Nina, let's be out.
WOMAN: Fire!
MURPHY: Right this way, Senator.
What are you doing?
That was good. That was really good.
WOMAN: Fire!
MURPHY: Does anybody know where the fire actually is?
Where's the fire?
Does anybody know exactly where the fire is?
I find it very worrying that in 1990 Los Angeles...
churches are burning.
Smell smoke? I don't smell shit.
FELDMAN: If there's a fire, I don't know where it is.
MURPHY: We have to be running along.
Coming through. Thank you.
TANYA: Hey, Senator! Listen, hon.
CHERYL: Like what she said. We into politics.
TANYA: We want to work on your campaign.
We need some jobs volunteering. I don't mind volunteering.
MURPHY: It's on to Beverly Hills on our new schedule...
and our friends the Liebowitzes.
TANYA: We're into that whole political-- Nina.
MURPHY: To prevent any damage to this wonderful landmark...
- Yo. - Yo. Yo to you.
- Later. - I was hoping for sooner.
- What'd you say? - Later is good.
You tryin' to mack on my sister?
MURPHY: There's no macking going on here, young man.
I really think we should be on our way.
We should go.
JAY: Feldman, my friends here would like to volunteer.
FELDMAN: What can you help us with?
It's a shame we didn't get into the heart of your remarks.
[ Girls all talking at once ]
FELDMAN: You want to volunteer?
You've always had tremendous support in this district.
Come on, that Nina. Woof!
Oh, yes.
JAY: Woof! Woof!
MURPHY: Never underestimate the value of a frank exchange.
- What does "mack" mean? - Mack?
Macavoy, what does mack mean? Gary, do you know?
Like, "You're macking on my sister"?
MURPHY: For you to be running against Hugh Weldie...
who has just leapt on the neoconservative bandwagon--
[ Engine backfires ]
[ Backfire ]
Uh, is your sciatic nerve bothering you again?
JAY: No, no, no, I'm fine.
Several of our people find Weldie's duplicity...
particularly, uh...
[ Backfire ]
You've had such a tough day.
What do you say we get you some downtime?
I could cover for you at the Liebowitzes'.
- Are you kidding me? - Absolutely.
After all the money we've worked these guys for?
We get more money from these jokers than the Chinese.
MURPHY: I'll tell you what. I've got an idea. Pull over.
Gary, what do you say you and I and your colleagues...
head on over to headquarters?
That is a good idea. Great.
Let's do that. Come on, Gar.
And we'll see you in Beverly Hills.
That is a good idea.
Gary, this is gonna be much better.
You are gonna get a behind-the-scenes look...
at how a campaign actually operates.
MACAVOY: You eat on the plane, Senator?
JAY: No.
- How long since you ate? - Wednesday.
Ha ha ha!
Pull in here, will you? I'm starving.
Let's get some chicken wings.
MANNY: Frankly, this is getting uncomfortable for me.
A third of the guests have left already.
A third of the guests are drunk.
When do you think he'll be here?
MURPHY: I think he'll be here any second.
MANNY: You do?
MURPHY: He's had such a day.
The senator is helping the state department...
work out details on a new guarantee.
MANNY: A new guarantee? I'm sorry.
MURPHY: The West Bank. You didn't hear it from me.
MANNY: The West Bank.
MURPHY: He'll be here any second.
TANYA: Yo, Senator Bulworth.
Here we are--volunteer valets.
MURPHY: Manny and Dorothy Liebowitz.
MANNY: Hello. It's good to see you.
Sid Sheinberg and Lew Wasserman had to leave...
but I'm sure they'd agree the security of the West Bank...
is more important than you being on time.
JAY: I was just grabbing a bite.
DOROTHY: Come in.
MURPHY: We'll be out shortly.
We can't ask the Liebowitzes to throw open their doors...
to a national television audience, can we?
MANNY: Nonsense. Mi casa es su casa, huh?
Yes!
JAY: Oh, miss, um...
Thank you very much.
MAN: Do you think those of us in the entertainment business...
need government help in determining limits...
on the amount of sex and violence...
in today's films and television programs?
JAY: You know, the funny thing is how, uh...
[ Jay chewing ]
lousy most of your stuff is.
You make violent films and dirty films...
and you make family films...
but most of 'em are not very good, are they?
It's funny that so many smart people...
could work so hard and spend all that money...
and make so much money on 'em...
What do you think it is?
It must be the money, huh?
It turns everything to crap.
But how much money do you guys really need?
I mean...
you be honest with me, and don't spare my feelings.
Do you have any more of the crispy crab cakes?
TANYA: Wait! Just wait a minute.
[ Backfire ] CHERYL: Aah!
MAN: Do you think it's advisable...
to schedule campaign stops with industry leaders...
when you have such a low opinion of their product?
[ Jay chewing ]
My guys are not stupid.
They always put the big Jews on my schedule.
You're mostly Jews here, right? Three out of four anyway.
MAN: Excuse me?
I bet Murphy put something bad about Farrakhan in here for you.
MURPHY: Thank you, Senator.
I know I speak for you when I say I'm energized...
by your-- this kind of give and take.
Can you play that crispy crab cakes remark again?
[ Headlight breaks ]
MAN: Hey!
Oh, great.
MURPHY: I think everybody was challenged by your candor.
Let Bob Dole put that in his pipe and smoke it.
Just get out! All of you are fired!
TANYA: Fuck you! We are volunteers.
MURPHY: The senator's gonna go to his hotel and sleep.
CHERYL: We stayed too long already. We out!
- You girls want a ride? - Yeah!
TANYA: Get the stuff.
CHERYL: Get in the limo, big butt.
- That shit be awesome! - Where we going?
MURPHY: Where can we drop you young women?
Just take us down La Brea. We'll take a bus.
CHERYL: No. We goin' down to Frankie's.
- Frankie's? - Yeah.
We'll take you.
I don't want to go down to no Frankie's.
JAY: What's Frankie's?
Are you trippin'?
JAY: Let's go, Macavoy.
TANYA: I can't stand when people wanna flex their authority.
I can't believe him tryin' to tell us to--
MURPHY: I don't think you need to feel badly...
about going to the hotel and getting some sleep.
You've had a tough day.
CHERYL: Letterman ain't no Arsenio Hall.
TANYA: I heard that Arsenio was a two-minute brother.
CHERYL: You buggin'.
I heard the head of Arsenio's jimmy big as a apple.
MURPHY: Why don't we take a look at that new 30-second spot?
My name's Jay Bulworth.
TANYA: You don't know nothin' about Arsenio's jimmy.
CHERYL: I got the 411 from Sanequa James.
- She saw it up close. - You mean his dick?
MURPHY: I really like it when you serve the potato salad.
It's very dynamic.
CHERYL: She gave him the nappy dugout.
Nappy dugout?
CHERYL: Man got a nine-inch jimmy.
TANYA: But she booty ugly!
MURPHY: Dugout, do some nappy tricks.
JAY: Nappy dugout. Jimmy and the nappy dugout.
MURPHY: Nappy tricks.
- Some of the Frisbee tricks. - Yeah.
Our welfare system is out of control.
MURPHY: Ladies, we'll just be five minutes...
because the senator is meeting the cardinal in the morning.
JAY: If I have to meet with the mackerel snappers...
can't I just dump the sultan?
MURPHY: Two seconds. Let me make a security check.
RASTAMAN: Bulworth!
[ Singing ] Oom boop sheh bam oh coo-coo mop
Can ya sing, Bulworth?
Rock until you can't be a ghost. You got to sing.
Be a spirit. That's how these niggers got here.
Ghosts got 'em when they touched each other.
Be a spirit!
And the spirit will not descend without song.
You got to sing, fool.
Don't be no ghost, Bulworth!
BOUNCER ON LEFT: Not him. No cameras.
MURPHY: That's a tough break.
I thought they'd let you follow us...
but the camera must make them nervous.
How disappointing.
- He with you? - He all right.
BOUNCER: Check your weapons.
JAY: I don't think we have any weapons.
- Expecting trouble? - No.
BOUNCER: You can't do nothin' in five years.
His family owns a pork shop for five years.
Go on. You're good.
He ain't doin' it to honor all the subspecies of life.
[ Rap music plays ]
MAN: Hey.
JAY: Good to see you, my friend. That's--
NINA: What you said at the church--brave.
MURPHY: If you haven't been able to talk to me...
you can talk to me now.
- Go stand by the door. - Why?
- Keep a look out. - Nobody can get in.
Good work. Sit down.
[ Raps indistinctly ]
[ Rapping ] Tell these niggers what's up
Come, come get it
[ Continues rapping indistinctly ]
Senator?
Sir, if you're having-- Excuse me.
I need to talk to the Senator.
If you're having a problem, we should talk about it.
What are you concerned about?
I'm concerned that you told 300 people in a black church...
they wouldn't be a factor...
as long as we're controlled by insurance.
I'm concerned you went to a Beverly Hills fund-raiser...
and told people in entertainment their product is lousy.
And, since many of them are Jewish...
you thought it prudent to mock their Jewish paranoia.
I'm concerned we're in a club in Compton...
before the most important campaign swing.
God knows what illegal activity is taking place...
and you're smoking marijuana!
I work for you. You call the shots...
but I can do my job much better if you just tell me--
what is this new strategy?
Have a drink, Murphy. Live your life.
Bartender.
RUTHIE: What the hell are you doin' here, sugar? Chillin'?
God damn! Leroy, get over here!
Have a drink on me, sweetness.
Leroy, look who's here-- Clint Eastwood! Damn!
- That ain't Clint Eastwood. - What do you mean?
LEROY: That's George Hamilton.
RUTHIE: George Hamilton?
LEROY: He got that TV show.
Hey, George, what's happenin'? What's up, man?
RUTHIE: God damn!
- He with you? - Yeah.
MURPHY: What's happenin'?
[ Alarm sounds ]
BOUNCER: I don't care who you think you know. You can't enter.
NINA: What you doin'?
Senator, this is fun, but I'm gonna tell Mac...
to get ready to go.
NINA: Put it away.
What's up?
NINA: Hi.
DARNELL: You lost, massa?
JAY: How you doin'?
DARNELL: This place ain't for you, motherfucker.
NINA: Can we talk?
DARNELL: This place is for our homies, real niggers.
- He ain't no nigger. - I ain't no what?
You ain't no real nigger.
Is you a real nigger?
You callin' me nigger, motherfucker?
Don't call me nigger, motherfucker.
JAY: Would you prefer "motherfucker," motherfucker?
DARNELL: What the fuck? You can't call me motherfucker.
NINA: Shit!
You gotta get out of here!
DARNELL: I don't need my sister coverin' my ass!
NINA: Yes, you do!
- Move. - Where you goin'?
NINA: Get in your car and go!
I saw you rush your brother out.
That's fucked up. He owes me money.
If I left him there, you'd cap his ass.
Motherfucker rip off L.D., he a dead-ass motherfucker.
I give people protection around here. Right?
HENCHMEN: Mm-hmm.
L.D.: I can give you protection or pain.
It's wrong to embarrass me, Nina...
wrong and detrimental to my way of life.
That motherfucker owe me money.
[ Burp ]
I'm workin' on gettin' it.
I'm tired of playing with you.
Whenever I see you, you say that.
I said I'm gonna get it.
L.D.: The only reason his legs ain't snapped by now...
is 'cause he's your brother.
[ Singing ] If you fall absolute
I thought ya knew, I thought ya knew
Bitches are hustlers, too
I thought ya knew
JAY RAPPING: Now, what I really want to know
Is where did little Nina go?
I'm lookin' here, I'm lookin' there
But I can't find her anywhere
Where, oh, where
Is little Nina?
I'm happy with Nina
Hello, Nina
Where you been-a
Nina, Nina
[ Knocking ] Nina
Has anybody seen 'er?
Nina, Nina where you been-a?
You're the prettiest girl
NINA: Leave.
JAY RAPPING: OK, OK
You come downstairs, and then we'll play
MURPHY: Excuse me. Coming through. Sorry.
WOMAN: Damn, motherfucker, watch yourself!
MURPHY: I am terribly--
You's a sorry-assed motherfucker.
MURPHY: I'm terribly sorry, ma'am.
WOMAN: Keep walkin', bitch.
I'll whoop your ass up, motherfucker!
I'll give you five dollars to buy a new suit, punk!
Excuse me. I'm sorry.
- He won't leave. - He's not tired?
I doubt he's slept the past five days.
- There's something else. - What?
He's rhyming now.
- Rhyming? - Rhyming.
He's talking in rhymes.
It's very, very disconcerting.
JAY RAPPING: Yo, Nina, Nina, I'm over here
And this is really good if you give it a chance
I never even knew that I could dance
I guess some people can and some people can't
But I don't even care if I splits my pants
FELDMAN: We had a neighbor who'd lose her mind sometimes.
What's weird is, when she got that way...
she'd only speak in song lyrics.
JAY RAPPING: Murphy, Feldman, you're lookin' pretty beat
I thought you might feel better with some ribs to eat
Eat 'em, gentlemen, you'll think they're really fine
And if you want a couple more, you can get 'em anytime
I'm incredibly frightened.
[ Rap music plays ]
SINGER: [ Singing ] Hey-oh
Hey, hey, hey-oh
CROWD: [ Singing ] Hey-oh, hey, hey, hey-oh
SINGER: Hey, you sing, hey-oh
Hey, hey, hey-oh
CROWD: Hey-oh
Hey, hey, hey-oh
SINGER: Let's go, come on, just bounce to the beat, yeah
Just bounce to the beat
Just bounce to the beat, yeah
LEROY: That George Hamilton sure can move.
SINGER: [ Singing ] Just bounce to the beat, yeah
[ Rapping ] I once knew a girl named Peggy Sue
The only thing that she liked to do
Was take the club, get on the funk
All I did was jump and go
[ Rap music continues ]
RAPPER: Hey, Lou, look at that girl right there
The one with the weave all in her hair
Just bounce to the beat, yeah, yeah
Just bounce to the beat, come on, come on
Tell that girl in the blue
What she got to do to get with you
Come on, just, just bounce to the beat, yeah
Just bounce to the--
Tell that girl in the big ol'...
WOMAN SINGING: Talkin' 'bout the firm
That is, that is, that is, that is
My pops used to warn me
Never fall victim to the pornie
Keep the pussy tight
The--the--the pussy, the pussy tight
The pussy--the pussy tight
That bitch
If I'm gonna fuck, raise that dick
I whip my dick out-- whu-whu--
When I whip out my dick, I do my duty
Hey, guys!
RAPPER: The dick, his dick, his dick
Plays that dick, that d-dick
I need some pussy
Some dick, dick
MURPHY: Senator Bulworth, sir? The fund-raiser!
RAPPERS: Some pussy, his dick, some pussy, his dick
MURPHY: The Beverly Wilshire fund-raiser starts in 5 minutes!
Senator, the brunch begins in five minutes.
But are you up to speaking?
JAY: Up? What's up?
Perhaps Barbara Boxer should talk.
It'll be fine. Give me the speech.
Hey, Murphy, we had a good time.
MURPHY: You're very tired, sir.
Just give me the speech.
You girls want breakfast at the Beverly Wilshire?
Where's Nina?
MURPHY: We could drop you at that chicken and waffles place.
It's really yummy. Have you ever tried it?
JAY: Where's Nina?
LEROY: Nina said she'd see you later, George.
- I'm comin'. - Oh. OK.
MURPHY: I think it'll be fine. He got it out of his system.
JAY: Don't worry. I'll be fine this time.
MURPHY: You can get some sleep at the hotel afterwards.
JAY: It's gonna be fine.
MURPHY: And freshen up.
OK, Macavoy. Beverly Wilshire, chop chop.
JAY: You got nothin' to worry about.
I'm tellin' you, the man is a rock.
He looked in my eyes and said, "This bill is un-American."
This man is granite.
Good. We're down 3 1/8, and the bill's still in committee.
It never will get out. Jay Bulworth's on this baby.
[ Cheering and whistling ]
FRED: I'm sure all he needed was a good meal and some sleep.
MURPHY: Senator?
Your speech, sir.
Go get 'em.
Hiya, Constance.
Good of you to show up. Rough night at the prom?
MURPHY: We're back on track.
- How's Edward? - Edgar.
I like Edgar. I've always liked Edgar.
Knock it off.
STONE: Once in a generation, if we're lucky...
an individual whose life and work...
are the life and work of the people he represents.
Such is the man who has served the people...
of the state of California...
Senator Jay Billington Bulworth!
JAY: Thank you, Bill Stone.
We stand on the doorstep of a new millennium.
We have an obligation...
on one hand, to reduce...
Ahh...
Yada yada...
Yada yada yada.
It's up to the people to decide...
what the state of California and the nation will do.
[ Rapping ] Biddy biddy bid-- Ooh, what'll we do?
The nation will do
It's up to you. What'll we do?
[ Rapping ] What'll we do, well, it's up to you
You know, it ain't that funny, you contribute all my money
You make your contribution, then you get your solution
As long as you can pay, I'm gonna do it all your way
Yes, money talks, and the people walk
[ Fast-forwards tape ]
[ Rap music plays ]
Yeah, now let me hear ya say it, big money
CHERYL AND TANYA: Whoa! Big money, big money
JAY: Big money, big money, big money
One man, one vote, now is that really real?
The name of our game is "Let's Make a Deal"
Now people got the problems, the haves and the have-nots
But the ones that make me listen pay for 30-second spots
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, Bank of America at this table over here
Wells Fargo and Citibank, you're really very dear
Loan billions to Mexico and never have to fear
'Cause taxpayers, taxpayers take it in the rear
CHERYL AND TANYA: Take it in the rear, take it in the rear
JAY: Yo, over here we've got our friends from oil
They don't give a shit how much wilderness is spoiled
They tell us that they're careful
We know that it's a lie
As long as we keep drivin' cars, they let the planet die
CHERYL AND TANYA: Let the planet die, let the planet die
JAY: Exxon, Mobil, the Saudis in Kuwait
If we still got the Middle-East, the atmosphere can wait
The Arabs got the oil, we buy everything they sell
But if the brothers raise the price
We blow 'em all to hell
CHERYL AND TANYA: Boom boom boom boom
JAY: Now let me hear ya say it
- Saddam - Saddam
- Hussein - Hussein
- Saddam - Saddam
- Hussein - Hussein
Mmm
MURPHY: Get me a phone number. Dr. Morris Fishman, UCLA.
He's at the Department of Psychiatry.
Get the number now.
JAY RAPPING: Yo, everybody gonna get sick someday
But nobody knows how they're gonna pay
Healthcare, managed care, HMOs
Ain't gonna work, no, sir, not those
'Cause the thing that's the same in every one of these
Is these motherfuckers there, the insurance companies
Yeah, yeah
You can call it single-payer or Canadian way
Only socialized medicine will ever save the day
Come on now, let me hear that dirty word
Socialism!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, the women in the world is mistreated and abused
But when we try to fix it, we tend to get confused
I got respect from all the sisters
They will tell you that's my style
But there's one thing in politics
That always makes me smile
I like the pussy, the pussy, I like it really fine
And when you be a senator, you get it all the time
The young ones, the old ones, they really like 'em all
And when you be in Washington, you hardly have to call
The women, they love power
And if you don't pull that rug out
No matter what they say or do, they give you nappy dugout
MIMI: Now, would we be eligible for an Emmy or a Peabody?
REPORTER: Will rap be a regular part of your campaign?
JAY RAPPING: A part of my campaign?
Now, that just sounds insane
- Went well, don't you think? - Extremely.
REPORTER: Is campaign finance reform your central issue now?
JAY RAPPING: It's the only way to go
If these guys pay the piper, then the piper does a show
MURPHY: You got that right. Bye, fellas.
MURPHY: Wait in here.
I'll be right back.
REPORTER: Patricia Ireland is expected in town.
Will you have a meeting with her?
SECOND REPORTER: How does this approach sit...
with the National Organization of Women?
- Hi. - Hi.
- That speech was phat. - "Phat"?
- You got a room here? - Huh?
A room we can go to upstairs?
- A room? - A room.
FELDMAN: What do you want to do now?
We could proceed to the church, then the debate...
or we can shut down until the debate.
Dr. Morris Fishman is in Paraguay.
- It's your call. - My call?
It's my call? I know it's my call!
JAY: Feldman?
Uh, Feldman?
REPORTER: Is Mrs. Bulworth making the campaign swing today?
Yes, sir?
Uh, Feldman, could I have the key to the room?
- The room? - The room, upstairs.
Oh! Sure.
- Feldman? - Yeah?
- Key? - Right. Sorry.
REPORTER: You have no fear...
your big money sources are gonna dry up?
What?
- Senator Bulworth? - It's in the car.
FELDMAN: The Senator needs his room key.
MURPHY: Senator, we have to get in the car now, sir.
JAY: Key's in the car. Let's go.
MURPHY: Why don't you get some sleep now?
JAY: Yes. Nina and I are going up to the room.
- That's not a good idea. - Yes, it is.
- You and her right now? - Yes.
MURPHY: I've got a better idea.
You and I get in the limo alone and circle back when you want.
JAY: Why would I do that?
MAN: Will the insurance industry respond well to your remarks?
MISSY: Senator, where is the nappy dugout?
JAY RAPPING: Where's the nappy dugout?
That's where you get the bug out
REPORTER: How are you gonna keep the American Medical...
MISSY: Who are the girls?
JAY RAPPING: The girls?
They're friends of mine, can't you see?
Feldman, Feldman, where's that key?
RASTAMAN: The key's in your hand. You got the life!
[ Rapping ] You got the life, ain't it grand?
You got the life
REPORTER: Senator, how do you intend...
RASTAMAN: You got to be a spirit, Bulworth.
You can't be no ghost.
You got it all, Bulworth.
Ain't life grand?
Ain't it grand?
You got the life, man.
MURPHY: Let's go, Macavoy. We're on the move.
JAY: Give me the phone. I need Davers.
You got to be a spirit, not a ghost!
Macavoy, you know where Davers is?
MACAVOY: No, sir.
Maybe he's at our next stop, the church.
You've had a crushing weekend--
ANSWERING MACHINE: This is Eddie Davers. Leave a message.
You should get some sleep.
Davers, this is the Senator.
Once you get this message...
call the man you introduced me to in Washington.
Tell him he has to cancel the weekend research project.
It's very important. See you at the church.
MURPHY: The church in Pasadena.
We can drop the young supporters off.
Where can we take you young ladies?
TANYA: We rollin' with y'all!
Senator, a pleasure to see you.
WOMEN: Cardinal! Yo!
I hope Mrs. Bulworth isn't under the weather.
No. She's fine. I'll be with you shortly.
TANYA: Y'all got a choir in your church?
CAMERAMAN: I'm with the network.
JAY: Find Davers.
The weekend research project has to be canceled.
Macavoy, go in there and find Davers.
I've got to find Davers.
REPORTER: Sir, a couple of questions.
[ Singing hymn ]
[ Singing ] The glory of his name
- You see him? - No.
REVEREND: We are honored today by the attendance...
of United States Senator Jay Billington Bulworth.
Let us rejoice in his presence...
and sing hymn number 376.
[ Organ music plays ]
[ Singing ] Joyful, joyful
We adore thee
God of glory
Lord of love
Hearts unfold like flowers before thee
- Get out of the car. - Why?
I got some problems, and you're not safe with me.
What does that mean?
Just get out of the car.
- You afraid of somebody? - Yeah.
PUBLIC ENEMY RAPPING: Kill 'em live
CHERYL AND TANYA SINGING: Thou our father
Christ our brother
All who live in love are thine
Teach us how to love each other
Lift us to the joy divine
[ Jay sighs ]
NINA: If you're so afraid, why don't you tell me why?
JAY: I can't. I just need a guy to call a guy.
NINA: Call the guy yourself.
I don't know how.
Let's go back to the hotel.
- You liked that hotel. - I gotta stay out of sight.
PUBLIC ENEMY RAPPING: Kill 'em live
It is worse than arrogance. It is contempt.
Contempt for the press and for the people.
Have you heard a rumor that Gephardt's looking for someone?
[ Rings doorbell ]
JAY: I'm staying out of sight until he gets back.
We can wait in the car.
MURPHY: Hi, Mimi. We lost our ride to the debate.
Can we catch a ride with you guys?
- He split with the limo? - Yeah.
JAY: So who walks in? Huey Newton.
You know who Huey Newton was?
A lot of people I talk to-- black, your age--don't know.
Huey.
Why do you think there are no more black leaders?
NINA: Some think it's because they all got killed...
but I think it's from the decimation...
of urban manufacturing bases.
Senator, an optimistic, energized population...
throws up optimistic, energized leaders.
When you shift manufacturing to the Third World...
you destroy the blue-collar core...
of the black activist population.
Some people would say the problem is cultural.
But the media is controlled by fewer and fewer people.
Add to that a consumer culture based on self-gratification...
and it means nobody wants leaders...
calling for self-sacrifice.
Fact is, I'm a materialist.
If I look at the economy...
high employment means jobs for African-Americans.
World War II meant lots of jobs for black folks.
That's what energized people for the civil rights movement.
An energized, hopeful community...
not only produces leaders, but leaders they'll respond to.
What do you think, Senator?
What do you think my age is?
Your age?
You said black people my age.
Oh. 23?
Twenty-six.
How old do you think I am?
How old?
Hmm?
Sixty.
My mother was a Panther.
Huey Newton fed kids on my block.
JAY: Huh.
DAVERS: Senator, aren't you late for the debate?
JAY: Davers, Davers, Davers.
I've been looking for you everywhere.
DAVERS: I'm here.
JAY: We have to call Vinnie.
You know what I get out of this place? Bupkus.
[ Telephone rings ]
Talk to you later.
[ Ring ]
- Yeah? - Vinnie, it's Nina.
You a fucking bimbo?
I couldn't get him up to the room.
VINNIE: You're incompetent.
You didn't have to push him off.
You just had to get him upstairs.
I've had it with you!
Vinnie, wait.
You move on to plan B.
What the fuck is plan B?
You know plan B. And you better get it done.
You said if I got him up to the room, I'd get 10 Gs.
[ Telephone rings ]
- Fucking bimbo! - Vinnie.
[ Dial tone ]
[ Telephone rings ]
DAVERS: Vinnie! Davers.
The Senator wants to speak with you.
Hey, Vinnie. Vinnie, my friend, how are you?
Vinnie, I'm very relieved to get in touch with you...
because we're gonna have to call off...
the weekend research project.
Call it off?
- That's not a problem, is it? - Not a problem?
My plans have changed.
But you keep the fee. That's not a problem, is it?
No.
Oh, good!
Good, good, Vinnie.
[ Laughs ]
Let me ask you a favor.
Can we keep this just between the two of us?
You and me and whoever's doing the thing?
We're gonna need a surcharge.
- Fine. - Cancellation fee.
OK. Just keep the check.
No. An additional 50,000.
That's good.
I'll send Davers over right away with another check.
Shall we consider it done?
Yeah.
Wonderful. Wonderful.
Good. Thanks, Vinnie, thanks.
You're welcome.
Fuckin' crazy motherfucker.
Senator, what is a weekend research project?
No, it's a-- It's nothing.
It's all off.
That guy's nuts.
I don't feel too good.
Want something?
Vinnie.
You want something?
Vinnie!
I gotta go. I'm out.
JAY: All right!
All right!
[ Rapping ] We're late, we're late, we're late!
For a very important debate!
And I'm feeling so great while I'm feeling my fate
when I get to the gate--
DAVERS: Senator!
JAY: 'Cause I got a new slate on my plate and it's great
If you want to hide, I know a place.
You think after all this crap is over Tuesday...
that maybe you could actually, like, hang?
- Hang? - Hang out with me?
Oh, hang out with you.
What do you think?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
I got the plan. Want to meet my family tonight?
Oh, that would--That's great.
[ Rapping ] That's great, that's great
I got a whole new slate
I get to meet the family, I can hardly wait
MURPHY: I think he's finally recognizing the situation...
and getting some sleep.
FELDMAN: There's...
MURPHY: OK, listen to me.
I'm not letting him on television...
until he explains himself.
Say he got a disease or stuck in traffic.
We'll stand here and block him...
arms akimbo if necessary.
Prevent him from doing further damage to his and our careers.
I'm explicitly authorizing the use of force at this point.
JAY: Murphy, Feldman, Macavoy.
FELDMAN: Hey, boss.
MURPHY: Didn't work.
I think he's OK now. Got the electric razor?
- I got the razor. - Get him to shave.
FELDMAN: They're ready. How about a quick shave?
The format agreed to is as follows--
there will be no opening statements.
Questions will be addressed to each of the candidates...
in alternating order.
The candidate to whom the question is addressed...
will have two and a half minutes to answer.
The other candidate will then have one minute to reply.
And the first candidate will then have another 30 seconds...
for a final comment on that question.
After the allotted time for questions...
each candidate will make a final statement...
of three minutes.
Mr. Weldie won the drawing of lots.
He's elected to make his closing statement.
NINA: I was supposed to set him up, not do the shit.
Now I can't even get Vinnie on the damn phone.
HILL: The first question will be from Jann Carl...
and is for Senator Bulworth.
CARL: Senator, the news today requires us to ask you...
about this sudden change in your campaign style.
Could you explain it?
JAY: Why are you here?
Admit it. It's 'cause you make a bundle.
CARL: I beg your pardon?
You're not here 'cause you're getting paid a bundle of money.
Come on, come on.
We got three pretty rich guys here...
getting paid by some really rich guys...
to ask a couple of other rich guys...
questions about their campaign.
But our campaigns are financed by the same guys...
that pay you guys your money...
so what are we talking about?
NINA: I'm bringing the man down there.
If they don't like it, they can kiss my ass.
I could tell you stories...
about getting money from them that would pin your ears back.
Stories about me.
I don't know about Hugh.
Do you have that, uh...
Well...
But, uh, I tell you--
WOMAN: He's got something hot here.
JAY: Republicans, Democrats, what's the difference?
Your guys, my guys, our guys, us guys.
It's a club...
so why don't we just, uh, have a drink? Hugh?
No?
You know, Hugh, if you win this thing...
you really gotta think about where your kids go to school.
We put our daughter in Sidwell-Friends with Clinton's.
The Gores really like St. Albans...
but a public school anywhere around Washington...
is a disaster.
CLARK: Excuse me, Senator. If you don't mind...
I think we're here to ask about the news of your camp--
JAY: News?
What are you talking about, the news?
Come on, the guys you and I get our money from...
they don't want the people to have the news.
They want you to think that corporations...
are more efficient than government, right?
You want to know why the health care industry...
is the most profitable business in the Unites States?
'Cause the insurance companies take 24 cents...
out of every dollar that's spent.
You know what it takes the government...
to do the same thing for Medicare?
Three cents out of every dollar.
Now, what is all this crap they hand you...
about business being more efficient?
MURPHY: What the hell is going on here?
JAY: These guys need to be regulated.
You think these pigs are gonna regulate themselves?
What's going on?
HILL: If you'll please pardon the interruption...
it seems as if we're experiencing...
some technical difficulties here.
JAY: Hey, Hugh, what's up?
What's up? What's happening, baby?
[ Laughing ]
I'm doing what I got to do.
I'm bringing him down there, God damn it.
HILL: Ladies and gentlemen, please stand by.
We are experiencing technical difficulties.
DIRECTOR: What's going on? Are we gonna do this or not?
PRODUCER: We're doing the best we can.
[ Jay whistling "Washington Post." ]
Oh, hi, Davers.
Uh, power failure.
If he wants to crash and burn his entire fucking career, fine.
Fuck him!
But I'll be goddamned if that asshole's taking us down, too.
It's not like I've not been completely loyal to that fucker.
I've had other offers, you know. I beat 'em off with a stick.
[ Snorts ]
Didn't he have it all, though, Bill?
Looks, brains, more or less enough...
classy wife...
but Jesus Christ, Bill-- for God's sake, he had us.
The motherfucker had us.
If he had just listened to me on welfare reform in '88.
If he just chased not quite so much pussy.
Could have gone all the way.
But, hey, we still might.
2000's wide fucking open, but now...
with this shit...
we're fucked in the ass, man.
Fucked in the ass with our pants down.
[ Coughs ]
Cocksucker.
[ Jay whistling ]
MURPHY: Fuck.
Hi, Larry.
LARRY: Murphy, Murphy, Murphy.
How the hell are you?
MURPHY: You ever seen anything like this?
Let's just say it is very unusual stuff.
Well, I don't know what to say.
Let's face it. I'm gonna have to do a show on this.
Oh, my God, no, Larry.
Come on. Do you have to?
No. Sure you wanna handle it like that?
You kidding? The guy's on a roll.
They want someone like this.
People are sick and tired of all this baloney.
I want him on my show.
That's exactly what I told him. Now he's finally listening.
The man's got this giant vision. We're finally getting it out.
I've been hammering away at him.
It's very gratifying that he's listening to me.
It's very gratifying to me. That's just between you and me.
What are we talking about?
ASSISTANT: We've got Clinton tonight.
Bump him! Just kidding.
Um, how about tomorrow?
- Book him. - We'll call you.
LARRY: Call him.
MURPHY: Nobody's seen this in years.
LARRY: This is it. Your boy is it.
MURPHY: He's it. It's kind of historic.
LARRY: You've got insight.
MURPHY: No. You've got insight. You're the guy that saw it.
LARRY: You're the one that's been telling people.
PRODUCER: Senator, Mr. Weldie, I'm sorry to say...
but we'll have to cancel this for today.
They don't want to bump Jerry Springer.
I'm sorry, folks. That will be it.
CROCKETT: Oh, fine, Senator, how are you?
You're not feeling like you need a vacation?
JAY: Not really, no, no.
CROCKETT: I gotta tell you, I'm confused...
because you and I could play ball.
But you are playing a much rougher brand of ball...
than I'm accustomed to.
I have your policy here.
JAY: Oh, the policy, Crockett, thank you.
Forget it. I don't need it.
Everything OK?
DAVERS: OK is not the word for it, Senator.
Hong Kong pork bellies are way down...
and you're back in the chips.
JAY: Good. Did you give the guy the check?
- Aw, poor guy. - What?
DAVERS: Well, he collapsed.
JAY: What? He collapsed?
Probably a heart attack.
CROCKETT: When you have a moment, we have to sit down.
Did he cancel the weekend research project?
- I guess so, boss. - You guess so?
Well, I don't know.
He was in a coma. I left the check.
Where is he?
Cedars. He's in intensive care.
You turned off the electricity...
because you knew he was telling the truth!
You could have resumed that debate...
but you didn't want Americans hearing what he had to say!
Don't bullshit me!
JAY: Go there. Sit with him. Wait till he wakes up.
You ask him if he canceled the weekend research project.
OK? Now, if he didn't...
you ask him who's he gotta call, all right?
OK, boss.
CROCKETT: Senator, when you have a moment.
[ Shouting questions ]
N.W.A. RAPPING: Runnin' with my brothers
Headed for the home base
With a steady pace on the face they just replaced
Getting longer than a motherfucking marathon
If that's what I got to do
But nobody's picking up a nigger with an attitude
Stuck and runnin' hard, haulin' ass
'Cause I'm a nigger known for having a notorious past
My mind was slick, my temper was too quick
Now the FBI's all over my dick
Got us tick and running
Just to find the gun that started the clock
That's when the "E" jumped off the starting block
A hundred miles from home, and yo, it's a long stretch
A little sprinting motherfucker that they won't catch, yeah
Runnin' like I just don't care
Compton's 50 miles, but yo, I'm gonna get there
From city to city, I'm a menace till I pass by
Ripping up shit just so you can remember
I'm a straight-up nigger
That's done in, gunnin', and comin' straight at your ass
A hundred miles and running
Running like a nigger, I hate to lose
Show me on the news, but I hate to be abused
JAY: God...
N.W.A.: So now I'm gonna get up
JAY: You gotta get out.
NINA: You're crazy, Jay Bulworth.
[ Alarm sounds ]
Larry King is pissed about it, and he's not alone!
How about the FCC?
Have you ever heard of the F-C-fucking-C-C-C?
OK, well, now you listen to me.
You guys are running an election special tonight...
and guess what?
I would like to have my candidate on it.
[ N.W.A. Rapping "100 Miles and Running" ]
[ Horns honking ]
NINA: Are we hiding again?
'Cause I said I got a safe place.
JAY: Oh, safe?
WITCH DOCTOR SINGING: Every day is a holiday
Holiday
Another motherfucking dollar day
Dollar day
Every day is a holiday
Holiday
Another motherfucking dollar day
Dollar day
Every day is a holiday
Safe, huh?
[ Telephone rings ]
Hello.
Senator Bulworth, I think we're gonna be back on track.
You gotta be back here at 7:30.
State of American politics special.
It's mostly Dole and Clinton, but they're featuring you, too.
Listen to the deal. It'll be five minutes.
Five minutes. Live, no delay.
What do you mean you don't know? Be back at 7:30.
By the way, this thing of you driving yourself?
I'm surprised by how effective that is.
Jam? You're not in a jam, Senator.
People are sick of all the baloney.
Safe? But I thought you didn't want to play it safe.
This is not the time to be safe.
Where are you anyway, sir? Senator Bulworth?
Senator, I'm losing you, sir. Hello?
[ Helicopter ]
Senator Bulworth.
NINA: Wait here.
CYPRESS HILL RAPPING: Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
NINA: Come on in. Come in.
[ Children arguing ]
NINA: Hey, y'all.
Hey!
This is Senator Jay Bulworth.
- Hold on, Steve. - Hi.
UNCLE TYRONE: Well, I'm Governor Tyrone Pickney...
and this here is Osgood, my Secretary of State...
and my Attorney General, Denisha.
NINA: Hey, Momma Doll...
we're feeding the Senator.
Senator?
NINA: You'll have to take that suit off...
and get it cleaned before you go back on TV.
Marcus Garvey, get the man some pants.
Get him some pants.
How you doing?
TV ANNOUNCER: Bulworth unveiled a new strategy...
at a fundraising brunch earlier today...
which sources within the campaign said...
raised a million and a half dollars.
Major contributors were noncommittal when asked...
how they felt about Bulworth's anti-business remarks.
Later, in a televised...
AUNT ALICE: Momma Doll is me and Tyrone's mama.
Rafeeq there is Tyrone's son by Vanetta.
She died in '83.
MOMMA DOLL SINGING: I am the sheik of Araby
Your love belongs to me
AUNT HARRIET: Nina and Darnell's mama passed.
She was the baby.
NINA: No, uh-uh.
I'm gonna tell this fool I'm going to the cleaners.
MOMMA DOLL SINGING: The lights are low
Between your legs I'll go
AUNT HARRIET: Stop playing with that food.
RAFEEQ: He ain't doing no harm, Harriet, and if he is...
I'll be the one to tell him.
NINA: I'm going to check on the suit.
Taking too long.
RAFEEQ: Ain't nobody talking to you.
Where you going?
Cleaners.
Oh.
How you like your greens, General-- Senator?
JAY: I love collard greens. Love 'em.
That's kale.
Oh, kale.
CYPRESS HILL RAPPING: Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
DAVERS: Not a peep.
Doctor says there's no telling.
Davers, just wait there till he wakes up.
Where'd you say the cleaners was?
Two blocks down, one block over?
UNCLE DAVID: You're going outside in this neighborhood?
CYPRESS HILL RAPPING: Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Went insane, got no brain
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Too much shit undercover
Now it's time for the blubber, blabber
Watch that belly get fatter
Fat boy on a diet
Don't try it, I'll jack your ass
Like a looter in a riot
My shit's phat like a sumo
Slammin' that ass, leaving your face in the grass
You know I don't take a chulo lightly
Yo.
Hey, motherfucker, you buying?
You buying or what?
No. I'm going to the cleaners.
Fuck you.
Fuck me.
We're doing business here, cracker.
Wouldn't you rather have some ice cream?
I'm buying.
MOMMA DOLL: You let that man go out by hisself?
RAFEEQ: The man is grown.
I go out every day. If I can go, he can.
UNCLE TYRONE: A U.S. Senator should be OK...
among his own constituents.
[ Rapping ]
COP: Hey!
You little spooks find some extra cash today?
BOY: Fuck you.
COP: You little black piece of shit.
Did you say "fuck you" to me?
BOY: No, sir.
I said fuck your mama.
JAY: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come on.
Everybody freeze! Freeze! Freeze!
Nobody move!
Hey, you freeze!
COP: You chicken hawk faggot. Get on the ground...
or I'm going to blow your brains out!
JAY: Could I have your badge number?
COP: Kiss my ass, badge number! On the ground, right now!
JAY: I think you ought to give me your name.
COP: My name? Shut up!
Get on the ground and do it now!
- Mark. - Get down or you're dead!
COP: Get down or I'm gonna blow your fuckin' brains out!
Mark! No, no, no, Mark!
This is Jay Bulworth.
SECOND COP: This is Jay Bulworth, Mark.
It's Senator Jay Bulworth.
- I don't give a-- - Senator?
- Senator Bulworth... - Shit!
This is my partner, Mark.
JAY: Hi, Mark.
[ Jeers and laughter ]
MARK: What the fuck is going on here? Sir.
If you get in your car, I won't recognize you in a lineup.
And it'd be a good idea to say, "I'm sorry," huh?
Oh, man, I waited my whole life for this moment.
I'm...
sorry.
Say, "No problem, Officer."
BOY: Oh, fuck your mama, you fuckin' pig cocksucker.
JAY: That's good enough. Take off.
BOY: Stupid ass, huh?
[ Jeers and laughter ]
Wha...
BOY: Oh, y'all, look. L.D.
SECOND BOY: L.D.! Kickin' ass, man.
You lookin' for Nina?
BOY: Open a can of whup ass!
CYPRESS HILL RAPPING: Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Insane, got no brain
Everything's lined up, all perfect and in sync.
The guy stumbles over his dick into his greatest opportunity...
then decides he might not show up.
You might ask, "Why the fuck not?"
[ Imitates Jay ] "I don't want to talk about it."
You don't wanna talk about it? You were on a fuckin' roll.
PRESIDENT CLINTON: Our commitment...
to carry those enduring ideals with us...
will renew their promise in a new century...
and a new millennium.
We have got...
We've got to balance the federal budget.
FELDMAN: Wanna see me balance a spoon on my nose?
CLINTON: People who like government programs that--
Shit.
Where's Nina?
L.D.: Good lookin' out on the shorties, you know?
It ain't every day that a white man...
comes to rescue my little soldiers.
I appreciate it, you know?
JAY: Little soldiers?
Uh, what--what exactly do you know about it?
Your ass live up in Beverly Hills somewhere, right?
I provide for these little brothers right here.
These little brothers is my first line of defense.
They my little eyes and ears.
Where's Nina?
L.D.: I'm givin' them entry-level positions...
into the only growth-sector occupation...
truly open to them right now.
That's the substance supply industry.
They gonna run this shit someday.
They gonna have the whole empire.
You don't give a fuck about it. You greedy-ass politicians.
That's what you tell me...
every time y'all vote to cut them school programs...
and vote to cut them funds to the job programs.
Fuck, how a man gonna handle his financial responsibilities...
workin' at motherfuckin' Burger King?
He ain't.
And don't start with the school shit.
They ain't no education goin' on up in that motherfucker.
Y'all motherfuckin' politicians done fucked the shit up.
So what they gonna do? What a man supposed to do, then?
He gonna come to me, that's what.
Why? 'Cause I'm a businessman.
As a businessman, you gotta limit your liabilities.
That's what these shorties offer me - limited liabilities...
because of their limited vulnerability...
to legal sanctions.
It's the same fuckin' thing in politics, Dog.
You find an edge, you exploit it.
That's why y'all sent them motherfuckin' teenagers to Iraq.
Die over some motherfuckin' oil money.
Send the motherfuckin' CIA up in the 'hood...
with all the yayos. Slangin' in the 'hood.
It's the same shit in politics.
[ Rapping ] There's a time when every homie
Got to risk his neck and fight
For the thing that he believe in
And he got to preach it right
If he don't got shit to die for
And he's 'fraid to shed the light
Then he ain't got shit to live for, scumbag
Is that how white people rap?
ICE CUBE RAPPING: Goddamn, it's a brand-new payback
But gangsta Mac, his drugs tested black
How many motherfuckers gotta pay?
Make sure before you fuck quick, duck quick
Dig?
'Cause I'm the wrong nigger to fuck with
JAY: Last person in the world you wanna fuck with.
You gonna hang with this man?
After your mama's life was ruined by a white man?
You know how I feel.
You been like a daddy, Tyrone, but I ain't my mama.
I just hate seeing you get involved...
in what you gettin' involved in.
You ain't got no idea what I'm involved in.
[ Stars and Stripes Forever plays ]
ANNOUNCER: Tonight on American Politics Election Special...
Bill Clinton, Bob Dole...
Jay Bulworth, Alan Simpson...
Bill Bradley, Pat Buchanan, and Ross Perot.
All appearing live tonight...
on American Politics Election Special.
What do you think?
What do I think?
Hey, yo, L.D., that motherfucker took your car.
L.D.: Dude took my car?
That shit is gone.
- Y'all go get everybody. - Come on, brother.
Let's get on the news, baby.
ICE CUBE RAPPING: Like I said, it's a brand-new payback
Now in '91, let's see who beats the jack
And watch the devil start kickin'
Run around like a chicken
Grand Dragon, finger-lickin'
Yo, turn him over with a spatula
Now we got Kentucky-fried cracker
Mess with the Cube you get cut quick, pig
'Cause I'm the wrong nigger to fuck with
WOMAN: Uh, excuse me, Bart...
do we have any idea where Bulworth is?
DIRECTOR: Give him two more minutes, Connie.
Irving, do we have Forbes and Buchanan both?
It's about time that people started saying "Ebonics."
All right, great.
ICE CUBE RAPPING: 'Cause I'm the wrong nigger to fuck with
Don't let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic
I got a habit, blow his cap backwards
I hope he wears his vest, too
And his dress blue
Goin' up against a Zulu
Make him squirm like a jellyfish
Kick his ass till I smell his shit
Off with their head, off with their head I say
And watch the devil start kickin'
'Cause I'm the wrong nigger to fuck with
MURPHY: Excuse me, sir?
Senator Bulworth, is that you, sir?
Senator Bulworth?
Think you want a coat and tie?
JAY RAPPING: Hey, what's happenin', my man?
I'm gonna have to get that tan
DOLE: ...strategy is to reflect every Republican theme...
while opposing every Republican reform.
And rather than contend for an agenda of his own...
MURPHY: I think it's important for you to have longer pants.
As a matter of fact, the shorter pants...
have a certain, a certain urban youthful quality, sir.
The glasses are good, but I don't--
I really wanna see your eyes.
The hat's wonderful. Like the hat.
GARY: Budweiser on the blimp.
They're selling "get drunk and fly around."
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Welcome back. In our Los Angeles studio...
we have incumbent Democratic Senator...
Jay Bulworth of California.
Good evening, Senator.
Senator, why this new campaign style?
Why this new manner of dress and speech?
HOST: Your ethnic manner of speech, your--your clothes...
The use of obscenity.
Obscenity?
GARY: But, gee, my third cousin?
OK, he was. It's true. On the playground...
and they're tryin' to get it above the rim.
I think it's great. I like it better.
I'm not begrudging him that, are you?
Of course not. Of course I'm not.
[ Rapping ] The rich is gettin' richer and richer and richer
While the middle class is gettin' more poor
Just makin' billions and billions and billions
And billions and billions and billions of bucks
Well, my friend
lf, uh, you weren't already rich at the start
That--that--that situation sucks
'Cause the--the richest motherfucker in five of us
Is gettin' ninety-fuckin' eight percent of it
And every other motherfucker in the world
Is left to wonder where the fuck we went with it
Obscenity?
I'm a senator
I gotta raise $10,000 a day every day I'm in Washington
I ain't gettin' it in South Central
I'm gettin' it in Beverly Hills
So I'm votin' in the Senate the way they want me to
and--and--and I'm sendin' them my bills
But we got babies in South Central
dyin' as young as they do in Peru
We got public schools that are nightmares
We got a Congress that ain't got a clue
We got kids with submachine guns
We got militias throwing bombs
We got Bill just gettin' all weepy
We got Newt blamin' teenage moms
We have factories closin' down
Where the hell did all the good jobs go?
Well, I'll tell you where they went
My contributors make more profits makin', makin', makin'
Hirin' kids in Mexico
Oh, brother can work in fast food
If he can't invent computer games
But what we used to call America
That's goin' down the drains
How's a young man gonna meet his financial responsibilities
Workin' in a motherfuckin' Burger King? He ain't!
And please, don't even start with that school shit
There ain't no education goin' on up in that motherfucker
Obscenity?
We got a million brothers in prison
I mean, the walls are really rockin'
But you can bet your ass they'd all be out
If they could pay for Johnnie Cochran
The Constitution's supposed to give them an equal chance
Well, that ain't gonna happen for sure
Ain't it time to take a little from the rich motherfucker
And just give a little to the poor?
I mean, those boys over there on the monitor
They want a government smaller and weak
But they be speaking for the richest 20 percent
When they pretendin' they defendin' the meek
Now, shit, fuck, cocksucker
That's the real obscenity
Black folks livin' with every day
Is tryin' to believe a motherfuckin' word
Democrats and Republicans say
Obscenity?
I'm Jay Billington Bulworth
And I've come to say
The Democratic party's
Got some shit to pay
It's gonna pay it in the ghetto
It's gonna pay it in the--
Senator, are you saying that the Democratic party...
doesn't care about the African-American community?
JAY: Isn't that obvious? A lot of people think...
there are no black leaders today because they all got killed...
but I think it's the decimation of the manufacturing base...
in the urban centers.
Don't you think so?
[ Whispering ] What do you think my age is?
DIRECTOR: He's had his time. Flush 'im.
[ Rapping ] You know, the guy in the booth
Who's talking to you in that tiny little earphone?
He's afraid the guys at network gonna tell him he's through
If he lets a guy keep talking like I'm talking to you
'Cause the corporations got the networks
And they get to say who gets to talk about the country
And who's crazy today
I would cut to a commercial if you still want this job
Because you may not be back tomorrow with this corporate mob
- Cut to a commercial - OK, flush 'em.
Cut to commercial, cut to commercial
Cut to commercial
OK, OK, I got a simple question
That I'd like to ask of this network
That pays you for performing your task
How come they got the airwaves?
They're the people's, aren't they?
Wouldn't they be worth 70 billion to the public today?
If some money-grubbin' Congress
Didn't give 'em away for big campaign money?
It's hopeless, you see
If you runnin' for office
Without no TV
If you don't get big money
You get a defeat
Corporations and broadcasters make you dead meat
You been taught in this country there's speech that is free
But free do not get you no spots on TV
If you want to have senators not on the take
Then give them free air time
They won't have to fake
Telecommunications is the name of the beast
That, that, that, that...
That's eatin' up the world from the West to the East
The movies, the tabloids, TV, and magazines
They tell us what to think and do
And all our hopes and dreams
All this information makes America phat
But if the company's out of the country
How American is that?
But we got Americans with families
Can't even buy a meal
Ask a brother who's been downsized
If he's gettin' any deal
Or a white boy bustin' ass till they put him in his grave
He ain't gotta be a black boy to be livin' like a slave
Rich people have always stayed on top
By dividing white people from colored people
But white people got more in common with colored people
Than they do with rich people
We just got to eliminate them
- Eliminate? - Eliminate.
- Who, rich people? - White people.
- Damn! - Black people, too.
Brown people, yellow people. Get rid of 'em all.
All we need is a voluntary...
free-spirited, open-ended program...
of procreative racial deconstruction.
Everybody just gotta keep fuckin' everybody...
till they're all the same color.
Damn!
JAY: I think it--it's gonna take a while, but, uh--
HOST: Thank you, Senator Bulworth.
We'll return with former Governor Lamar Alexander...
after this message.
[ Rap music plays ]
PUBLIC ENEMY RAPPING: Kill 'em live
- Kill - Kill 'em live
My man hits the body
Bustin' caps and hardly misses
Call the taxi, makin' sure that it records ya
For my midnight plane to Georgia
Agent double-O player, the life giver
The name William, Propaganda can't gas
The last man standing
Assassinate all the planet
Give 'em crack, what you see is what you get
More stars to truck
21st-century Robin Hood
Against the politics of robbin' 'hoods
Fought the government 'cause you know I would
'Cause the FBI's up to no good
Power to the people to cover their own trunk
Don't end up like a street punk
- Kill - Kill 'em live
Uh, kill 'em live
[ Jay laughing ]
[ Laughter grows louder ]
NINA: Bulworth?
I think you should get some sleep.
JAY: He's--You gotta get away from him.
This guy's a hitman. He's got a gun.
MISSY: Shoot 'em together.
MISSY: Are you shooting them both?
Move over here and get 'em in a two-shot.
PHOTOGRAPHER: I already got one.
MISSY: This ain't worth shit without a two-shot.
PHOTOGRAPHER: I got it. I got it. I got one.
MISSY: Yeah, yeah, like that.
Get back up over here. Here's the picture. Right here.
You're not getting the shot!
Damn it! You're not getting the picture!
- She's leaving. - I got 'em together.
- Stand over here! - Get off my case!
MISSY: I'm not on your case. Did you get the--
PHOTOGRAPHER: Of course I did. Two people.
[ Yelling and arguing ]
MISSY: I'm concerned you didn't get the shot.
PHOTOGRAPHER: I got the shot!
PUBLIC ENEMY RAPPING: Kill 'em live
- Kill - Kill 'em live
Respect puts kids without a battle
Politicians assassinated
Rappers get shot
For the haves and the have-nots
The question we ask
Keeps the haves and the have-nots guessin'
A new Smith and Wesson, Wesson, Wesson
JAY: It wasn't the guy.
[ Jet engine overhead ]
Uh...
A few days ago, I made a deal with a guy...
for a lot of life insurance...
and then l, uh...
I paid a guy to hire a guy to get rid of me.
I tried to call it off...
but the guy I paid had a heart attack.
He's in the hospital in a coma...
and there's absolutely no way to contact whoever the guy is...
that he hired to do the job and tell him it's off.
You know, there's a lesson here...
which is never try to make life or death decisions...
when you're-- when you're feelin' suicidal...
because you--you can't...
Vinnie's too cheap to hire a hitman.
All I had to do was get you upstairs.
He was the one who was gonna push you off the balcony.
But I didn't get you up there.
He said if I wanted the money, I'd have to do it myself.
NINA: Here.
I changed my mind.
JAY: Huh?
[ Stammers ]
What?
[ Stammering ]
[ Rap music plays ]
NINA: So...you get it?
Ain't nobody gonna kill you.
You get it?
[ Snores ]
Jay?
[ Snores ]
REPORTER: Senator Jay Bulworth, elaborately costumed...
made no explanation or apologies...
for what seemed a much more casual and comfortable...
mode of dress and behavior.
JAY RAPPING: How's a man gonna meet his responsibilities...
workin' in a mother [ bleep ] Burger King?
He ain't! And please don't even start with that school [ bleep ]
Ain't no education going on up in that mother [ bleep ]
[ Rapping ]
JAY: Obscenity? I'm a senator.
- You guys shut up. - Brothers in prisons.
I mean, the walls are really rockin'
Shut up, Tony!
JAY: ...if they could pay for Johnny Cochran
MURPHY: This morning...
the Senator's conferring with top advisors.
Yes, I know I'm a top advisor, and guess what?
I'll be conferring with him, too. Good morning.
Hi, Sandy. Of course I know where he is. Advisors.
He's conferring with advisors.
Yeah. OK. Bye.
Where the fuck is he?
TV REPORTER: And now the nation's attention...
is focused on California...
with its last day of heated campaigning...
before going to the polls tomorrow.
In the Democratic Senatorial race...
challenger Hugh Weldie began campaigning early today...
in the San Joaquin Valley.
His opponent, Senator Jay Bulworth...
is said to be meeting with top advisors.
JAY RAPPING: Call it single payer or Canadian way
Only socialized medicine will ever save the day
Come on now, let me hear that dirty word
Socialism!
TV REPORTER: Where is Senator Jay Bulworth?
SECOND REPORTER: Where is Senator Jay Bulworth?
THIRD REPORTER: Where is Senator Jay Bulworth?
As the Bulworth campaign heads into its final moments...
before tomorrow's primary...
it appears to have decided to keep its candidate under wraps.
JAY RAPPING: The real obscenity
Black folks livin' with every day
Is tryin' to believe a mother [ bleep ] word
Democrats and Republicans say
Obscenity?
I'm Jay Billington Bulworth
FELDMAN: Call the police?
MURPHY: Think an APB on the Senator election night...
is the kind of press we're looking for?
TV REPORTER: Where is Senator Jay Bulworth?
SECOND REPORTER: Where is Senator Jay Bulworth?
REPORTER: Where is Senator Jay Bulworth?
That's the question everybody is asking...
this election day after the Senator...
astonished the political establishment yesterday...
by making no appearances.
Bulworth Campaign Chief Dennis Murphy said...
the Senator was behind closed doors...
and would probably meet with the press later today.
TV REPORTER: Good evening. It's California primary night.
The polls have closed...
and nobody's seen anything quite like it.
The big surprise is Senator Jay Bulworth.
Bulworth appears not only to have won...
the Democratic Senatorial nomination...
with a whopping 71% of the vote...
he's received 15% of the Democratic vote...
and 8% of the Republican vote as a write-in for president.
Bear in mind, Bulworth has never expressed interest...
in running for president.
Political analysts from the Bay Area to the Beltway...
are scratching their heads in wonder...
over this unprecedented turn of events.
CHERYL: No, Nina's no idiot.
If she was tryin' to hide the Senator...
then she'd just--
What? If she were gonna hide the Senator, what?
- Is he still sleepin'? - Still sleepin'.
REPORTER: ...into the house and find out if he is here.
Feldman. Feldman.
TV REPORTER: Now, this is a most unusual situation.
BOY: Hey, L.D.
You got customers, man.
TV REPORTER: Nobody seems to have seen him.
BOY: L.D., man, come on.
Ahem. What's up?
UNCLE TYRONE: The house looks good, Momma Doll.
[ Doorbell rings ]
MOMMA DOLL: They can't see the flowers.
UNCLE TYRONE: Can't show 'em in a close-up.
MOMMA DOLL: Why don't they show my flowers?
MURPHY: Hey, man, um...
it's very important that I speak with Senator Bulworth, sir.
Is--is he here?
UNCLE TYRONE: Would you mind waiting in the street?
I--I can't wait in the street. Um, uh, I'm totally cool.
I'm the Senator's chief of staff.
I'm not a member of the press, and so--
Momma Doll said don't mess up her flowers.
REPORTER: Seems to be an impromptu powwow.
Maybe we can get some information.
You know when we might expect a statement from the Senator?
MURPHY: Very, very shortly, I promise you.
MISSY: Murphy, Murphy. It is worse than arrogance.
It's contempt. It's contempt for the press.
He's been missing two days. Who do we call, Robert Stack?
What possible explanation could possibly satisfy me?
None. Is he in that house?
UNCLE TYRONE: Uh-oh, think we got a problem.
[ Doorbell rings ] AUNT ALICE: He still sleepin'?
TV REPORTER: The group of Bulworth Democrats...
agreed on one thing--
Leading is more important than winning.
SECOND REPORTER: Jonathan, if you'd pan over here...
NINA: Just sit tight.
SECOND REPORTER: Clearly everyone is tight-lipped here.
It's still a mystery as to what is going on in this house.
We are in South Central Los Angeles.
UNCLE DAVID: What's up, L.D.?
L.D.: This brother owes me money.
- You gonna get your money. - I don't want it no more.
- What? - He don't want the money.
L.D.: Look at me, D.
Look at me, brother.
You gonna work it off.
NINA: Work it off? What's he gonna be doin'?
L.D.: We got some things we need to do...
and you're gonna help me do 'em.
And if you don't help me do 'em, Darnell...
Come here, Snag.
Look here, I got a reputation to protect...
you understand that?
So you're gonna have to wear these casts right here.
And you got a choice whether we break your legs.
Now if you're down with us...
we'll let you wear them casts without breakin' your legs.
'Cause I'm gonna flip this whole power shit a different way.
And for the sake of your pretty little daughter right here...
I hope you make--
TV REPORTER: In recent days he has not been seen.
This is one of the biggest days of his political life.
- Hi. - Hi.
Good sleep?
Yes, I had a very good sleep, thank you.
It's good to see you. How are you? Good to see you.
- How you doin', Senator? - Very well, thank you.
You got a very comfortable guest room out there.
You've been very kind. Good to see you.
UNCLE TYRONE: They been talkin' about you on TV.
JAY: Have they? Could I borrow the telephone a second?
Think I'm late at my headquarters.
- Oh, sure. - I can't thank you enough.
I only hope I can reciprocate.
MOMMA DOLL: You wanna stay for supper? We got kale.
UNCLE TYRONE: He likes collard greens, not kale.
MOMMA DOLL: He like kale.
He thinks they're collard greens.
L.D.: Hey, Senator, congratulations.
Oh, hey, we met not that long ago at your office.
Yeah, at my office.
- Good to see you, I-- - Senator?
MURPHY: Senator Bulworth? Is this great? This is great.
Congratula-- What are you wearing, sir?
- What do you mean? - Get into the old clothes.
The numbers on this thing are astounding.
- The clothes are part of it. - I don't think so.
MURPHY: Not just the clothes. But they're a part.
I have a 14-state strategy where you run as an independent.
REPORTER: Have you seen the Senator this evening?
L.D.: We got to take advantage of this crazy motherfucker.
You gotta decide now.
- You with it? - I'm down.
MURPHY: They can take that two ways.
TANYA: Aah!
How 'bout that write-in vote?
Are we runnin' for president or what?
CHERYL: You're my nigger! You won! I love you.
I love you right now so much, I swear to God.
TANYA: Don't swear.
CHERYL: I'm mean, you know...
MURPHY: Plant that thought in their heads.
If we take the Santa Monica...
we'll be at the Beverly Wilshire in 23 minutes, make "Nightline."
- Olympic's better. - It is not better.
MURPHY: We're taking Santa Monica and dump the limo.
- Find an old car. - The limo's paid for.
- We're an insurgent campaign. - I've got a taxi outside.
MURPHY: Taxi's a good idea.
TANYA: Yo, your boy Macavoy really been lookin' out for you.
DAVERS: Oh, man of the hour! Ha ha.
- How are you feelin'? - Pretty good, thanks.
DAVERS: You're back in the chips, Senator.
MURPHY: You moron.
DAVERS: Come on, they're waitin' for us.
MURPHY: Sir, Senator, um...
when you get outside, I think you just say, um--
CHERYL AND TANYA: Oh, Bulworth is the man!
MURPHY: Just say, "Our fight is just beginning."
A couple questions, then off to the hotel.
MOMMA DOLL: I'm a Bulworth Democrat, too.
JAY: Are you comin' or not?
TV REPORTER: Really an important day...
in the political life of Senator Bulworth.
MURPHY: Senator Bulworth will be out momentarily.
He will make a brief statement and then take your questions.
TV REPORTER: Victory speech. We'll see Bulworth's reaction...
to this incredible primary election.
We naturally would like to know...
what his response is.
This was an overwhelming margin of victory.
Is there an explanation for his erratic behavior...
in the last few days?
REPORTER: Murphy. Murphy.
[ Reporters all talk at once ]
MISSY: Senator Bulworth, have you committed adultery?
[ Reporters shout questions simultaneously ]
REPORTER: Have you been able to get airtime, Senator?
CHERYL: Yo, Nina!
Why you lookin' like you never seen this before?
JAY: Let me ask you-- why did you do that?
- Do what? - You just sat there.
What was I supposed to do?
You just sat, and you made me feel insecure.
- I made you feel insecure? - Of course.
- Why'd I make you feel insecure? - Are you kidding?
First, I'm too old for you.
- And, also, you know, I-- - And what?
- I'm white. - You're white?
Yeah.
You're insecure 'cause you're white?
Yes. You just sat there.
Oh, come on, Bulworth.
You know you're my nigger.
[ Cheers from the crowd ]
Ah, baby!
For my man see on the inside the outside.
MOMMA DOLL: The party's gettin' rough...
and I'm goin' home soon as I find my panties.
[ Gunshot ]
L.D.: Stay in the car, Nina.
Snag, come here, man. Get back. Stay in the car, Nina.
Where'd that shot come from, man?
RAPPER: A fuckin' holiday
Every day is a holiday
Another motherfuckin' dollar day
Every day is a holiday
Holiday
Another motherfuckin' dollar day
Every day is a holiday
Another motherfuckin' dollar day
RASTAMAN: Hold on!
We don't need no more ghosts. We need a song.
You got to sing, Bulworth.
You can't be no ghost.
But you got to be a spirit, Bulworth.
You got to be a spirit!
And the spirit will not descend without song.
We need a spirit, Bulworth...
not a ghost! Not a ghost!
Come on, Bulworth.
You got to be a spirit.
You can't be no ghost.
[ "Washington Post" plays ]
RAPPER: Y'all deaf, dumb, and blind
Before the whites got us all
Into white collar crime
Behind suits and clean shaves
I can use and abuse 'em
Choose 'em as slaves
I see jobs as plantations
I robbed the damn nations
So I can live in luxury
You fucks with me, you buried in the dirt
And I'm gonna throw in the tux for free
It's insane what's in there, can't get enough said
Action's on and we get jail from that
But on the way down from the depths of hell
You gonna meet in the grass, oh, it's psycho black
Like my nigger Jack Frost
My eyes is sore from bein' a senator
Behind closed doors, hittin' truth to the sea floor
The rich go north, ignore the tug of war
While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores
So I became hard-core, couldn't take it no more
I'm gonna reveal everything, change the law
I find myself walkin' the streets
Trying to find what's really goin' on
Ghetto superstar
That is what you are
Comin' from afar
Reachin' for the stars
Run away with me
To another place
We can rely on each other
Uh-huh
From one corner to another
Uh-huh
[ Vocalizing ]
[ Rapping ] How come, How come
[ Vocalizing ]
- Kill - Kill 'em live
My man hits the body, busting caps and hardly misses
Call the taxi
Makin' sure that it records ya for my midnight plane to Georgia
Agent double-O player
The life giver
The name William
Propaganda can't gas the last man standin'
Assassinate all the planet
Get wrecked, what you see is what you get
More stars to truck
21st-century Robin Hood
Against the politics of robbin' 'hoods
Fought the government 'cause you know that I would
The FBI's up to no good
And power to the people