All language subtitles for Tales from the Hood 2 2018 eng

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Mr. Simms?
Yes.

Mr. Beach is this way.

MR. BEACH: And I think,
on the next model,

the guns should be
even bigger.

Yeah. Again, sir, these are not your
standard guns. These are lasers.

I like bigger.
People like bigger.

Yes, but what I'm trying
to explain to you...

Bigger!

Mr. Beach?

I'm busy. I'm busy, Kelly, explaining
to Grant the importance of "big."

You know, on second thought,
why don't you explain it?

I mean, as a woman,
you certainly have

a firm grasp on why
big is preferred.

KELLY: (CLEARS THROAT) Sir, Mr.
Diomedes Simms is here.

You're not what
I was expecting.

I assure you, sir, no one
tells stories as well as I.

(CHUCKLES)
Oh, yes. Yes, yes.

Your kind are particularly
accomplished liars, aren't they?

MR. SIMMSI Oh?

You know about my kind?

Oh, Mr. Simms, my prisons
are filled with your kind.

Surely, not because of any issues with
an unjust application of "just us."

Look, I'm the largest builder and owner
of private prisons in this oountry,

and I can tell you,
your brothers and sisters

make up an enormous part
of my profits.

Hmm.
Mmm.

Kelly, how long until
that press conference?

Just a couple
of hours, sir.

Shit.
Shit.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

You've got 10 minutes
to impress me.

Grant, explain to Simms
why he's here.

Yes. Right away.

Sir, we are in the last stage
before full production

of what I can only
refer to as

a sentient robot.

MR. BEACH: The Robo-Patriot, the
future of American security.

MR. SIMMS: A robot police force?
That I own and control.

You ever hear of Al? That's
"artificial intelligence."

Oh, I see artificial
intelligence all the time.

Well, I call it...

I call it.
I, Grant. I call it.

Mr. Beach calls it RI,
"real intelligence."

You see, because it can learn
from firsthand experience,

but like a person, it can also
learn from secondhand experienoe,

so stories, fables, tales.
That's where you come in.

Hmm.

That's right. You're
here to tell it tales

so that it has an even broader
base from which to assess

who is worthy of detention,
jail, even execution.

Execufion? Well, that
sounds so final,

and not nearly as lucrative
as indefinite incarceration.

Some things I do are just
because it's the right thing.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Indeed.
Indeed.

But let's hear
one of those stories

that I'm supposed to be willing
to write you a check for.

GRANT: Great. We're already linked
into the robot and recording, sir.

Let's see. Something
to make your creation

choose the correct individual
for incarceration.

Yes. Well, there are
so many possibilities.

Give me a theme.

Well, let's pull one
from the headlines.

Now, since I already have
so many black lives

filling the beds
of my facilities,

how about
Black Lives Matter?

Of course.
Of course.

Now this is the story
of criminal behavior,

and how one particular
black life mattered.

I call it,
"Good Golly."

(LAUGHS)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING
ON RADIO)

ZOE: What?
What is he talking about?

Oh, my gosh.
Where are we goin'?

This is it! Zoe!
Zoe, look! This is it!

Your stupid brother
is still hiking.

It's like we're not even
on the same vacation.

Oh, come on. We will catch
up with him later. Let's go.

Can you believe I found it?
Ready?

ZOE: ldonfihkethelooks
of this place.

AUDREY: It'll be fun!
Come on.

(BOTH CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

Huh.

(READING)

Wait! "God bless this hell"? Jesus,
do we really have to do this?

It's cool!
God blessed it.

Okay, this is crazy.

AUDREY:
Not as crazy as that!

Ah! Zoe, look! (LAUGHS)

No, that is insane.

Huh.

"Coon Chicken lnn."

Okay, so this is the door that people came
in through when they wanted some chicken.

The Colonel's chicken make you
wanna lick your fingers,

but that guy,
he's licking you.

And this?
This is like, what?

FLOYD:
You find that amusing?

Well, yeah, actually. I
mean, who looks like that?

FLOYD: Who indeed.

Slave masters used to brand
their property with a hot iron,

but as we became
free men and women,

America needed a new way
to mark its property,

a new way to control the
negro, keep him in his place.

So instead of
hot coals and metal,

they used pen, paint and ink.

No branding iron necessary.

Come this way.

Lazy, shiftless,
gluttonous, lying,

over-sexed, ugly,
violent, stupid.

And this way, the
American nigger/negro

became the first true
corporate brand.

(RAGTIME BLUES MUSIC PLAYING)

Yeah, this country used to be
just really messed up.

No doubt.

Better now, is it?

Well, I mean
we're friends, so...

Since grade school,
so...

Yeah!
Yeah!

Yeah.

We should go.

Uh, do you have
any gollys?

UGollysu?

Yeah, like this?

Hey! Careful.

I was just leaning
against a chair.

Yeah, Zoe. Careful.

That c:hair's made from the
sacred wood of a slave ship.

The grain is a product
of the blood

shed by men and women
who were beaten and died

chained within its bowels as it
traversed the Middle Passage.

That was like
the black holocaust.

And, duh!

The entire American slave
experience was a holocaust, which,

I might add,
continues today.

Its dark repercussions
keep bearing fruit.

Can we please go?

About the gollys,
the golliwogs...

Um, I heard you had
golliwogs for sale?

This is a museum.
Nothing is for sale!

Oh, but...

Aw! He looks
just like my first.

Hi, Golly.
My little Golly Gee.

How about 800?

Others have
offered thousands,

and I tell them all
the same... No.

This doll in particular has
been through too much.

It's carried over 1 O0 years of
racism in its small, delicate frame,

a racism created
in America

that's traveled to England,
Australia and beyond.

Okay, well, my great gran had a
collection and she started me collecting,

so honestly, I don't
really see it as racist,

just a warm, comforting
part of my childhood.

Mammy slaves also gave white children
comfort in their childhoods.

Cradling them, feeding them from
their swollen, bruised tits

as their own babies were sold,
raped or otherwise neglected.

As comforting
as they were,

I don't think you should have
a mammy to play with either.

For God sakes,
it's a doll.

It's a tool,

an instrument of manipulation that
kills the spirit of who we really are

by presenting the lie
others wish to see.

Is being your comfort any
better than being your slave,

or are they the same?

Okay, seriously!
This is just ridiculous.

Black rappers call themself
"nigger" all the time,

and I can't even have
a cute little black doll?

Your friend's whiteness
is showing.

Well, she's kind of right,
isn't she?

No.
That doll is the reason

many black men and women still
call themselves "niggers."

They, too, have
accepted the branding.

Marshall McLuhan
was right.

"The medium is the message," and
the message has taken hold.

This poor
misshapen creature

was given life by
a white English woman

and nurtured on
the tit of racism.

A foul aberration that
refuses to die

as new generations resuscitate
its tortured soul.

Trust me. This doll
will bring no comfort.

It's filled with all the pain and
torment 1 O0 years of hate can produce.

It may give you what you want,
but not how you want it.

Good day, ladies.

Let's go.

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

So, this is where
the doll is?

I can't believe you
talked me into this.

Oh, come on. You hated that
old guy even more than I did.

So, can you get us in?

You're kidding me.

Locks from old buildings like this
are practically from the Stone Ages.

Well, go do your thing.

Done.
AUDREY: Piece of cake.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

God, your brother is
such a felon.

Yeah, I know.

You weren't complaining last night when
I "fell in" to your you-know-what.

Shut up. Nasty.

Mmm!

I'm 00min' for
that ass, girl.

(PHILLIP SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY)

(PHILLIP AND ZOE LAUGHING)

Stop.

What is
all this stuff?

Basically a museum of
fucked-up history.

Yeah.

Oh, cool.

ZOE: What?

It's a whippin' post.
You know,

like where if I was
your masta',

I'd tie up and punish
your pretty black ass

for not obeying my every
perverted white-man desire.

Oh.

I'm so scared, big daddy.

Hi there, Golly Gee.

Aw! Are you tired of
being locked in there?

Let me get you out.

Okay, how do I get you out?

Guess I'll just have to bring this
whole thing back to the hotel with me

and get you out of this
backwards town.

PHILLIP:
Better turn around, girl.

I'm gonna warm them cheeks up, and
then I'm gonna storm them cheeks.

You're so nasty, daddy!

Okay, ew! You guys, I do not want
to hear your sicko sex talk.

Uh, you fucked
my brother first.

Yeah, and we had to listen to how he
used to call you his "snow white ho."

Disgusting. My brother was
your nasty black golliwog.

Whatever!

Yeah, it looks like
payback is my bitch.

Oh!

ZOE: Get it off me!

Are you okay?
Are you okay?

(MOANS)

Oh!

Guys!

It's not like you're gonna
need the glass anyway.

Yeah, and it's probably a good
thing we broke some stuff

or steal some other stuff. Otherwise,
it's gonna be pretty obvious

who stole it if the only thing
missing is that stupid doll!

He is not stupid!
He is a cuddly cutie.

Isn't that right,
Golly Gee?

Golly?

Hey, look at this.

Golly?
The Three Little Gollies.

Ooh!

Let me see.
Where are you, Golly?

ZOE: "One time,
three adventurous golliwogs,

"Golly, Woggie and Nigger

"chose to go for a walk to
Bumblebee Lane.

"Golly wasn't ready, so Woggie and Nigger
decided they would begin without him,

"allowing Golly to catch up
as soon as he could."

AUDREY: Golly?

ZOE: "So off went
Woggie and Nigger,

"arm-in-arm spiritedly
singing their favorite song,

"which you may have guessed
was 10 Little Nigger Boys."

That's kinda racist.
Yeah.

AUDREY: Golly?

PHILLIP: LOOK at this.

Golliwog Goes to Hell.

Are you serious?
Yeah. Hold on. Wait.

“A

"a nog, wake up,
Golliwog.

"Make some golly fun and 'den
go right back to sleep again."

ZOE: That's it?

Yeah, the rest of the
pages are just blank.

ZOE: What?

(GASPS)

There you are, Golly! Hi.

Audrey?
You're bleeding.

ZOE: Did you get cut
from the glass?

I don't think so.

It's the doll. It's the doll!
What?

(CREAKING)

Run!

No!

(CACKLING)

AUDREY: There's no need
for that, Golly Gee.

Don't you know that you
were always my favorite?

Hey, don't you know
that I love you?

Can't you just
love me?

Can't we just
love each other?

Huh?

(AUDREY MOANING AND GIGGLING)

FLOYD: Childbirth is often
a joyous occasion.

But I don't believe you're gonna
make it through this pregnancy.

Oh, what do we have here?

You're ready to pop.

(FLOYD LAUGHING)

I promise I'll bury you next to
your brother and your friend.

I don't care if I die,
but for the sake of the baby,

I should give birth
in a hospital!

Sorry, you can't leave. How
could I ever explain this?

Goodbye, Audrey.

It's time for you to bear
the fruit of your passion.

(CHUCKLES EVILLY)

(AUDREY SOBBING)
(FLOYD CONTINUES LAUGHING)

(SCREAMS)

No, please!

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(sesame)

I love you, my gollies.

On, baby.

Fuckin' white women
and havin' babies.

But how dare they call you
a stereotype?

You're just their creation
they designed you to be.

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

(BABIES POPPING OUT)

COMPUTER VOICE: The tale
has been successfully stored

in the Patriot's memory.

(MR. BEACH LAUGHING)

Well, Mr. Simms, entertaining, and I
guess she got what was coming to her.

Yes, the offspring of evil intent
will always find fertile ground

to bear its bitter fruit.

That was a good story, Simms,
and, yes, the doll got stolen,

but do you have anything more to the
point from a criminal standpoint?

How about a story
about gangsters?

Gangsters, yes!

Now that's something the Robe-Patriot
could go after to protect America,

and fill my prisons.

Well, this story begins as
many tales in the hood do,

with a violent beatdown.

I don't know what
you talkin' about.

Ooh! Goddamn! Hey, you see
the sweat fly off his head?

Now see, that's some 'ol George Foreman
Thrilla In Manila shit right there!

Nah, that's Rumble in the Jungle, Booze.
Ali kicked Frazier's ass in Manila,

like this!

(LAUGHING)

Ooh! Goddamn.

"Down goes Frazier! The champ is down!
The champ is out!

"Only four minutes left in the fight!
How do you feel, Champ?"

(GROANING)
(MOCK GROANING)

"ls what he said,
ladies and gentlemen!"

"Mike Tyson has been
knocked out!"

"Cliff Bettie, super-pimp,

"the Heidi Fleiss
of the hood!" (LAUGHS)

You don't look pretty now, you
sorry ho-running motherfucker!

(LAUGHS)

Now, Cliff,

I know you want to prove that you
got some big-ass brass balls.

I know.

And I know you don't want
to get punked out,

but these fools havin' too much fun
fuckin' you the fuck up, playa.

Believe that!

Now why don't you just go
ahead... No, look at me.

Go ahead on, tell us where you
got that $5 million hid at so,

while ya still got some
face left to lose, man.

Now don't try and
deny it no more.

I'm way harder to fool than
the IRS, boy, and I know...

I know where you got all
these fancy-ass cars from.

Listen to me. That money
is for my foundation.

"Foundation"?

Whatcha building?

I'm not a pimp anymore.
I gave all that up.

I had what you call
a revelation.

This nigga had an
"e-pimp-phany."

Man, that nigga lyin'!

I'm a legitimate
businessman now.

I got seven full franchises, three
car washes and one supermarket,

all creating jobs
in the community.

Come on, man. We got so many
people trying to keep us down,

we need to be lifting
each other up right now,

so the next generation
don't have to live like this.

We gotta stop with this killing
each other in the streets, man.

That money that you're trying to take
is for my charitable foundation.

We're gonna open
two magnet schools

and give scholarships to poor black kids
so they can get up out of this hellhole.

Damn.

Damn, shit,
I ain't know that.

So you're trying to give back
to the community

and change lives and shit?

Like turn all that dirt
you done into good deeds?

Exacfly. We all could
do some good work.

I don't give a fuck about none of
that bleedin' heart bullshit, nigga!

I'm in this world
to get mine.

Fuck your United Nigger
College Fund,

and fuck them kids!

They want to make some real
money, send 'em to me.

Have 'em selling dope on the street
and make all the money they need.

Shoot, start talkin'
or finish dyin', nigga.

(GRUNTS)

Come on, come on, come on.
There you go. There you go.

Okay. Okay.

He said okay? "Okay"?

(ALL GRUNTING MOCKINGLY)

Now that's smart.

I knew we'd eventually beat
some sense into your ass.

Now go on and tell me where you got
your little secret cash stash hid at.

You know that sorry-ass ho-house
I used to run over on Seventh?

Yeah.

On the top floor,
way in the back,

I got the nastiest crack ho
in the city.

No pride at all.

Do anything to anybody.

Rumor is Animal Control uses her
blood to put down rabid dogs.

So what about her?

That's your momma!

I hid the money
in her snatch.

He's a funny motherfucker
right here.

Yeah, nigga? Yeah, nigga?
In her fuckin' snatch, huh?

You ain't sayin'
nothin', bitch!

I'll bet you gonna
do nothin'.

Fuckin' Chill, bitch!

Chill! Chill!
Man, get off me!

Chill, bro.

Nigga,
'dat shit was funny!

You gonna tell rne this fool fuokin'
around with a regular lady now?

Yep. A singer,
named Sandra Blake.

What kinda pimp falls in love with
a bitch that ain't even a ho?

You know where
she be at?

Yeah, she'll be at the
club down the street.

Yeah?
Yeah.

What she look like?
Bro, she bad as fuck, man.

Hmm. So we take
that bitch and run,

you think this nigga gonna
fuckin' start talkin' or what?

Yo, he got to talk.
He in love with her, man.

A pimp in love.

Man, whatchu go and do that for?
That wasn't smart.

That wasn't smart.
You know that nigga crazy.

(LAUGHS)

BQy, you crazy.

(LAUGHS)

Nigga, you...

Nigga, what the fuck's
so funny?

What the fuck
you laughin' at?

I was just thinkin'

how you real tough now.

Real bad dude.

But I heard you wasn't so hard
when you was up in Quentin.

Heard Bobby Sanchez was digging
up in your ass on the regular.

Bitch-nigga.

(SPITS AND LAUGHS)

(THUDDING)

Booze, you ignorant-ass motherfucka!
VVhatchu hit him that hard for?

Look, man, he was
talkin' shit, a'ight?

Look, fuck his punk ass!

"Fuck his punk ass"?

How we gonna find where the
money at now, huh,Booze?

He the only one that
knew where it was!

What now?

What now?
Look, I don't know!

Fuck!

Go.

Take this fool and you dump this nigga
body somewhere nobody'll find it.

Think you could do that
without fuckin' up?

That something
you can handle?

MAN:
Good afternoon, everybody.

I want to thank you all
for being so patient.

We're running just a few
minutes behind right now,

but Mr. Lloyd will be out
very shortly, okay?

(AUDIENCE CHATTING)

SUSAN'S SISTER: So, since when
do you believe in psychics?

He's on television.

Oh. Oh, okay.
So he must be real.

Well, of course.
He's on television.

He's very compelling.

Oh, good. Hmm, I'm sure
he'll help you a lot.

Well, you know, there were
so many things left unsaid

between Frank and I,
and I just...

I just want Frank to tell me
if he was always faithful.

Are you sure you'd really
wanna know all that, Susan?

SUSAN:
Oh, that's horrible.

SUSAN'S SISTER: No, I'm not
trying to be ugly, but,

you know, this is all
about Dallas, isn't it?

You see, I can't talk
to you about anything.

You don't like to
talk about anything.

Why don't you
go to therapy?

SUSAN: That is not making me feel any
better. I'm not... Okay, I'm sorry.

All right. Let's do it to it,
people, because

concentration is information,

and information is the key
to success.

Whoa! Ho ho! Whoa!

I just had
an intense vision.

If I don't get
good notes today,

I see a bunch of people on the
unemployment line tomorrow.

You don't like this job?

Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah.

Too damn bad. You should have
been born with talent like me.

Got that, Larry?

LARRY: Yes, sir. Dick.
WOMAN: What an asshole.

(AUDIENCE CHATTERING)
(BUZZING)

ANNOUNCER: And coming to
the stage, John Lloyd!

(MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

You better not fret.

Ladies and gentlemen, I got something
to tell you you're not gonna like.

'Cause all of us
are gonna die.

But there's no reason
to be afraid.

Because this life is
just a practice

for a better life
that's yet to come.

I've been given a gift so that I
may share that gift with you.

We have, in our studio
audience today, a woman

named Susan.

(AUDIENCE GASPING)

And she had a husband

named...

Frank.
(GASPS) Oh! That's me!

Well, then come on down!
Come on down.

Susan, welcome.

Welcome to the show, Susan.
Thank you.

You seem a little nervous here.
I feel very nervous.

Well, let's give Susan a big
hand, make her feel at home.

(AUDIENCE CLAPPING)

Okay. Now, Susan.
Susan“.

You were married to Frank?
You lost Frank? Mmm-hmm.

You loved him
very, very much.

You miss him
very, very much.

Yes. Well, I have
news for you, Susan.

We're gonna
talk to Frank today.

Oh! Butlneed your help, okay?

All right. So now, I
want you to think...

Think about Frank,
everything about Frank.

How he looked,
how he sounded,

what he smelled like,

all right? Everything
about Frank.

I want you to
take a deep breath

(INHALES DEEPLY)

and place your hands
on the orb.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)

(GASPS)

(IN FAKE ACCENT)
Susan, where are we?

Frank? Is that you?

Of course, it is,
sweetheart.

Oh, Susan.

I miss you.
I love you.

(sesame)

Now, there is something you, you
want to ask me, isn't there?

About that time you called me
at the hotel room in Dallas

and a woman answered
the phone?

Yes!

Well, yeah, why didn't you
just ask me, sweetheart?

It was just the maid
cleaning up the room.

I never cheated on you.

I always loved you. I was a
faithful husband. (SOBBING)

(AUDIENCE CLAPPING
AND CHEERING)

Yo, Brian, check this shit out, dude.
Turn to channel 13.

I'm looking at the solution
to all our problems.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.

That's what we do!
That's what we do!

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

JOHN: Coming!

(DOORBELL RINGING)
(CONTINUES KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'm comm'.

Oh, my, oh, my, oh, my.
Hello.

Well, what can I
do for you, miss?

Mr. Lloyd, I'm your
biggest fan in the world,

and I wonder if we could
talk for a minute?

Of course.
Just wait one little minute.

(CHUCKLES SMUGLY)

(EXHALES)

(GUN COCKING)

Dick on, brain off. Never fails.
Shit!

Sorry to wake your ass up, Mr.
Lloyd, but, uh, we need a favor.

GORE: Yo, I was
watching your show.

You was talking to
this old lady, right.

And she was crying and shit, like
c:ryin', asking about her husband and...

Uh...

Dude, what's his name?

Frank.

"Frank." Right, right.

That shit was crazy, man. And
it was like all this stuff...

Hey, we just need you to kick that psychic
shit like you do every day, a'ight?

Wait, what was it called when
the spooks talk through ya?

Channehng.

"Channeling." He is a
motherfuckin' professional.

All right, channeling. I need
you to channel Cliff Bettie,

get him to tell us
where that money at.

What makes you think
that he will tell you now

when he wouldn't tell you
when he was alive?

'Cause we got his
motherfuckin' bitch now, man.

Shut up!
I got this, a'ight?

All right.

But we do got his motherfuc:kin' bitch now.
So I figure, look,

if Ghost Cliff don't talk,
we just slay her ass.

I don't have anything
to do with this!

Aw, Sandra, baby,
it's not personal.

I mean, we not monsters.
It's just business, a'ight?

What if I told you

that the truth is I cannot
talk to dead people?

This motherfucker.

Nice try. Watch your show
all the time, man.

We see what you can do.

Besides, if you are a phony,

I figure we just rob the place
and murder your ass.

You know, so the night
won't be a total loss.

Just askin'.

Good question.

I guess a séance
is in order.

Yeah, séance that shit.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) Okay. Well, I have
to go to the bathroom for a second.

I'm so fucked.

I am so fucked!

I am so fucked!
lam so...

Stop, stop, stop...
Stop, stop, John!

John, stop whining.
Stop, stop whining.

Stop.

You are a master showman.

You fool 20 million people
a week,

you can sure as shit fool a bunch
of dumb-ass thugs from the hood!

Now you get out there and you
blow them the fuok away.

(WHIMPERS)

(GULPS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

And you call this a party?

Could be.

Okay, I need you all

to concentrate on the red candles
at the center cf the table.

And concentrate...

Concentrate on the image
of Cliff's face.

Look, all right, man.
We gonna do this,

but, hey, but don't try
no funny shit, a'ight?

I'm going to count down
from 12,

and when I get
to the end,

Cliff should

possess my body.

Let's do it.

Twelve.

Eleven.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four

Three.

Two.

One. Oh, my God.

What's going on? What's...

Marvin!

Why the fuck you have
to strangle me, Marvin?

I told you I wasn't fuckin'
nobody else.

Latasha?
Quit lyin', bitch.

Your ass ain't nothin' but old
scandalous baldhead-ass ho.

Hey, I know you.

Hey, fugeddaboutit! You're that
moolie that shot me on that buy.

You think you're the new king fish?
Fugeddaboufifl

Sammy the Shark?

Wait, you full of shit, man.
You tried to cheat me!

Booze, how you gonna put a knife
in your own cousin's back?

Now, come on, Booze!
I...

peewee? What the fuck?

Gore, you're a punk! You had
to shoot me in a drive-by

'cause you were too chickenshit
to face me straight up, huh?

Why, you're the bloody wanker
who carjacked me.

This fool's bringing up every
cat we ever did murder.

Hey, we... We just wanna
talk to Cliff, man!

I can't believe you motherfuckers
had the nerve to bring me back.

Oh, my God.

Baby, is it really you?

Yes, it is.

And you are lookin' fine
tonight, sugar.

Welcome back, nigga.

Booze, what the fuck
you doin'?

Shut up, nigga!
I know what I'm doin'.

Now you gonna tell us
where that money at,

or I'm gonna paint the walls with
your bitch's brains. Huh? (couens)

You can't do that, Booze,
'cause your gun don't work.

Oh, yeah?

You done fucked with
the wrong nigger, huh?

Come on.
(GUN CLICKING)

(CHUCKUNG)

(GUN CONTINUES CLICKING)

What the fuck?

(JOHN CONTINUES LAUGHING)

Fuck.

Ain't this a bitch?

You couldn't find me
a better body

than this motherfuckin'
piece of shit to get me, huh?

(SWITCHBLADE SNAPPING)

I killed you once,
I'm about to do it again

with your punk ass,
motherfucker.

Oh, Oh, Oh!

Uh-oh.

What the fuck is all this
dancin' shit?

Lever tell you what my
favorite soul group was?

Huh? From the '70s?
What was it, baby?

The Spinners, baby.
That's right. The Spinners.

Fuck, man!

(GUNS CLICKING)

Shit.

You kick their fuc:kin'
asses for me, papi.

B-dog,
what we gonna do?

Nigga, I don't know!

Gore, you always had
a big-ass mouth.

Shut the fuck up!

But people who eat glass
in glass houses

shouldn't throw stones.

Ugh!

(JOHN LAUGHING)

Fuck!

Damn.

JOHN: Somethin' disagree
with your tummy?

They say it's 80%
what you eat, baby.

That's right.

Get back, you spawn of Satan! In
the name of Christ, I command you!

Put that away! Put it away.
Where'd you get religion, boy?

Since Gore showed me
Horror of Dracula.

Well, you got two problems
with that, nigga.

One, you gotta have faith
for that thing to work,

and two, I ain't
no vampire, fool!

Next time, try watchin'
The Exorcist.

(SCREAMS)

Cliff, chill out, man!

I ain't the one that even killed you!
That was Booze, man.

I got this motherfucker
to bring you back, huh.

Yeah, and I intend to
thank you for that.

Come on now, man. You got a body
now, and, you know, he rioh,

richer than
a motherfucker, man.

That's a famous-ass white boy
right here, man.

Famous-ass nigga!

Come on. You know what kind of life
you about to be pimpin' now? Huh?

Shit, as far as
I'm concerned, look,

you ain't got nothing
to be mad about. Fuck.

That's a good trade.
Right?

Except my dick
was bigger before.

Aw, man. That shit way overrated, man.
Ain't that right, Sandra?

Brian, you never cared about
nobody in your life but yourself.

All you cared about
is power.

Well, I'm gonna give you all
the motherfuckin' power

your greedy-ass
heart desires.

How about 500 volts?

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(SANDRA COUGHING)

That stinks, baby!

Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.

Why are you talkin'
like that?

I got to practice, baby.
Ooh! I gots'ta practice.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Sit down!
Sit your ass down.

All right, all right.
Let's get this party started.

I am the man who gets paid, because
I can really talk to dead people.

Now, which one of you
motherfuckers wanna go first?

COMPUTER VOICE: The tale has been

successfully stored in
the Patriot's memory.

"Who wants to go first?"

Now that's a story the
Robe-Patriot could learn from.

I'm glad you liked it.
I have more.

Well, I hope it's as good.
Excuse me a moment.

Excuse me, Lauren.

Have you got
the progress report?

He seems to be close
with his employees.

He comes on to all the women
who work for him.

You, too?

Me, too. But it is not
why I got the promotion.

Why do you
Put up with it?

Because I believe in the overall mission.
American safety.

Yeah, and making
a lot of money.

I'm back.
Another story?

Ready to record.

How about one that deals with
three favorite human pastimes?

Sex, drugs,

and this crazy idea
of bros over hos.

I can't wait to hear this one.
Right, Kelly?

(KELLY EXCLAIMS)
(MR. SIMMS CHUCKLES)

Well, this one begins as most
modern romances do...

With technology.

Hi, Ty. Carmen here
with my BFF, Liz.

I told her all about you
and your buddy Kahad,

and we're both really excited
to hook up with you.

I texted you the address,
so we'll see you tonight.

Bye.
Bye.

So, you met these babes
on Tinder?

Oh, yes, I did. Well, Carmen right
there, the one on the right,

I met her on Tinder. We were
chattin' up a storm, man.

She asked if I had a good-looking
friend for her girl, Liz.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

And I said "No, but I'll
bring my boy Kahad."

Fuck you, Ty.

You're lucky you're driving, 'cause I
woulda knocked your ass out just now.

Would you? Yeah, tell me
that again after tonight,

after you see how much I hooked us up.
These girls are smokin'.

Okay! All right. Well, what did you
tell them to get 'em so hyped?

I'm an agent and you're
a casting director.

I can't believe
that keeps working.

Like, that's not hard
to check up on at all.

No, it isn't, at all. They
are your typical actress,

model, wannabe singer types.
It's stupid. It's easy.

Right. They're dumber than
rocks, that's what they are.

Literally, and, I mean, people
believe what they want to believe,

they hear what
they wanna hear,

and I told 'em we were gonna
get 'em real big parts.

They gonna get big parts, all right.
(BOTHLAUGH)

That's my boy.
Yes.

God damn it. You are
bad, andlloveit

Can I get an amen?
Amen!

You know that!

Nice crib!
Yeah.

I thought you said
they were wannabes?

Maybe they're trust-fund babes.
I don't know. Let's go.

Wannabes'?

(CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

Wow!

Do you fuckin'
see this?

Hi, guys!
Welcome.

Hello!
Come on in.

Is this Mr. Kahad?

Yes, lam.

Baby. What's up, beautiful?
HomrwmJdoHf?

So glad you're cute.
You look good.

Welcome to our home.
Thank you, thank you.

You look amazing.
This is nice.

This crib is insane. You guys could
throw some sick parties in here.

It's just y'all two
livin' here?

Yeah, it's what we're doin'
right now.

It only takes four
to make a party.

Or three,
if you're naughty.

I like that.
I wanna be naughty.

Yeah?
Yeah, I do.

You wanna be
naughty with me?

Hey, here's a crazy idea. You
guys wanna play a little game?

"I've got 99 problems,
but blank ain't one."

Five.

Four. Three.
You're going fast here.

Two.
Okay, okay, okay.

One.
(IMITATES BUZZER BUZZING)

Okay, okay.
What do we have here?

Okay, TY-

"I've got 99 problems,
but the chronic ain't one."

"The chronic," ladies. Come on, right?
Am I right?

That's what you thought
was gonna win?

You can just hand me
the card, man.

Agree to disagree?

I don't know about that.
Agree to disagree.

Carmen. "I've got 99 problems,
but smegma ain't one."

That's right.
That is so...

I'm done. What in the
world is "smegma"?

I'll show ya later.

What? Nasty.

And, Liz,
"I've got 99 problems,

"but doin' the right thing
ain't one."

No, it ain't.

You better watch it.
You better get your friend.

That's my girl.
Own it, baby. Own it.

This round goes to...

Liz.

TY: This is rigged.
This game...

That's messed up.

Stop hatin'. Stop.
I don't like all that.

All right, all right,
all right.

Let's settle, children.
Settle.

"A recent laboratory study shows that
undergraduates have 50% less sex

"after being exposed to..."
Five...

Four . ..
Sh“.

LIZ: Three... Two...
Ooh, girl.

One...
I'm in.

LIZ; All right.

"A recent laboratory study shows that
undergraduates have 50% less sex

"after being exposed to...
Coat-hanger abortion."

KAHADI Dude.

Oh, don't act like that's
too far. Come on.

All right, Kahad.

"A recent laboratory study shows that
undergraduates have 50% less sex

"after being
exposed to...

"A bleached asshole."

That should get you more play
if you're doin' it right, babe.

That was it.
I'll give you that.

My girl, Carmen.
Yes, baby.

"A recent laboratory study shows that
undergraduates have 50% less sex

"after being exposed to...
A micro-penis."

Why are you pointing it
this way?

TY: Kahad, Kahad, you got your
feelings hurtjust now, man?

Wait, why you...
Don't... Hey, hey.

CARMEN: Yeah. Super defensive.
ltty-bitty.

Hey, don't say that too loud.
You're gonna hurt Kahacfs feehngs.

Hey, once you go this way, you
ain't goin' back, all right?

LIZ:
We'll see, honey.

And the winner is...

My girl, Carmen.

Wait, wait. That beat
bleached assholes?

TY: This is rigged.
Afraid so.

Yeah, that beat bleached assholes?
KAHADI Really?

Super defensive. TY: You're
getting really defensive, man.

CARMEN: So, Ty tells me you
cast a lot of blockbusters.

What's it like
to work with Marvel?

Um...

Well, they're really open
to all of my opinions.

In fact, I'm the one who suggested
Chris Pratt for Guardians.

Wow. That's very cool!

KAHAD: I have a fourth eye
for spottin' talent.

My third eye's for spottin'
beautiful women like you two.

TY: All right, ladies.

After a performance like that,
you deserve a drink.

Ooh. Thank you.
Thank you.

All right,
let's make a toast.

To not, sweaty nights
spent howling at the moon.

I like that. OW!

Whoo!

Mine tastes kinda funny.

Mine, too.

God damn, these babes
are gorgeous.

KAHAD: Oh, my God. I want the
one with the curly hair.

All right. Don't get
ahead of yourself,

'cause I'mma have both first, and then
you gonna have your turn, all right?

Wait, no. I'm not about to
have your sloppy seconds.

Dude, that's all
you ever get.

Okay. Okay, so that's what we gonna do?
We gonna flip a ooin, okay?

Okay.
That's what we gonna do.

I have been in a room just like
this before with that chick Ilsa.

I bet you these girls are into bondage
and BDSM and all sorts of freaky shit.

They probably like what we're
about to do to 'em.

Well, maybe we should look around,
find their whips and chains.

Damn, Kahad. What kind of man ties
up and beats unconscious women?

You need to look at yourself.
I'm just sayin'.

Dang, you're right.
Yeah.

It is kinda sick, isn't it?
We should just fuck 'em.

That's my boy right there.
Show some class.

All right. Look. I want you to
frame in, focus on her tits,

and then we're gonna
pan over right here.

No, what I want you to do is
not tell me how to do my job.

I'm the director here,
okay?

Focus on the tits,
all right?

All right, man.
We are...

Set.

TY: We ready?

Uh...

Yeah, I don't know. It's...
I don't know.

What did you do?

It's broken.
I didn't do nothin'...

The same thing I've been doing
the past several times.

Okay. Watch,
I'm gonna fix it.

(HISSING)

(BOTH HISSING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

They're vampires.
Vampires!

Nah, bullshit! These bitches
must think it's Halloween.

Trick or treat.

Trick or treat.

Give us something
warm to drink.

Give us something
warm to drink.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Okay.
Bring it the fuck on!

Yeah, come on!

(GROANING)

Go, go, go! Get up!
Get up, Ty! Get up!

Let's go! Go, 90, 9°!

I'm going! I'm going!

Let's get the fuck
outta here!

TY: No, get off! Get off!

(GASPING)

(GROANING)

What is this?
Where is this?

Oh, shit!
Where the hell are we,

and what the fuck
are those guys?

TY; What the fuck?

I don't know, but I
don't wanna find out.

Let's get outta here.

I'm not feelin' too good
at all, man.

Me neither, man. Those bitches
practically drained us dry.

CARMEN: We thought you
two would never wake up.

Why are you doing this to us?
What do you want?

Isn't it obvious?

We're a pair of predators who do our
hunting on the Internet just like you.

LIZ: But most
of our stud-morsels

have the good manners to
shrivel up and die

after we feed.

But some turn,

and we can't just let them
run loose in the streets.

It wouldn't be
very discreet.

LIZ: So we keep them
locked down here.

Starving with bloodlust.
(LAUGHS)

It would be sad, if they hadn't all
been such rotten little fuckers.

Look, look. We will not
tell anybody,anybody!

Just let us go, okay?

Just let us fucking go.
I think I'm gonna be sick.

Shut the fuck up, man!

We like to give them
the leftovers.

Stop, no! No!
Do not do this!

Please! No, please don't!
Please don't!

(GATE BUZZES OPEN)

No! No!
Don't kill me!

Ty! Ty! Ty, help! Ty! Hey, get
off! No! Dude, get off of me!

(SCREAMING)

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

COMPUTER VOICE: The tale has been

successfully stored in
the Patriot's memory.

Poor bastards.

MR. SIMMSI Really?

Sounds like the Robe-Patriot
won't be going after rapists.

Like hell it won't.

You do understand that aliens
crossing our borders,

so many of them criminals,
rapists...

We are providing
the answer.

But those young guys'?
Hormones. Hmm.

Boys will be boys. I mean, they have to
be to become men. Am I right, Grant?

Yeah, boys have to
become men, right?

You agree, Kelly?

Here's the thing.

Some women, far from virtuous,
if you get my meaning.

Yes, virtue.

MR. BEACH: Yeah. Yeah, and
anyone who says that all women

are bastions of virtue,

don't understand shit.

(YELLING)

The shit!

No, Mr. Beach, they do
not understand the shit!

They do not understand
the shit at all.

In fact, no one really
understands the shit.

Do we have time
for another tale?

Stay back here, boy.

(KNOCKING)

You got two boys
from Chicago here?

Yes, sir.

I want the one that did all
the talking down in Money.

Yes, sir.

Better turn on those lights,
Preacher.

(DOOR CREAKS SHUT)

Can't, sir.
Electricity's out.

You the nigger that
did the talkin'?

Yeah.

Don't you "yeah" me, boy.

I'll blow your head off.

Put your clothes on.

You gonna do
what I said, boy?

(GASPS)

You Okay?

Our baby kicking?
It was that boy again.

Emily, it's just a dream.
We talked about this.

He's not sure we
deserve this baby.

What? Of course
we deserve it.

Baby, I have this feeling
he wants to take it away.

This time
will be different.

What did Dr. Gwinett say at your
last visit? "Everything looks fine."

That was last week.

Well, I'll give him a oall to oome
over first thing tomorrow, okay?

For now, I just want you
to close your eyes,

clear your mind,

think about how beautiful
this baby is gonna be.

Go back to sleep.

No.

No, he'll just be there
waiting for me.

And then...

(sesame)

He's gonna be here.

Emily, get back in bed.

(EMILY CONTINUES CRYING)

Please! Just leave him!

Please.

Just leave him! Please.

Can't you just leave him?

He ain't got good sense. He
didn't know what he was doin'.

Don't take him.

MILAM: Just your shoes.

I don't wear shoes
without socks.

Please. I will pay you gentlemen
for whatever damages,

if you would just
leave him here.

How much you got?

MILAM: You best be
gettin' back to bed.

I mean,
I wanna hear springs.

In fact, all you niggers
need to go back to sleep.

(sesame)

MILAM:
You know anybody here?

No, sir.
I don't know you.

How old are you?

Sixty-four.

Well, if tomorrow you deoide
you know somebody here,

you're not gonna
live to be 65.

Now, get inside,

if you want to live to see
another sunrise.

Well, it happened again
last night.

Well, I tried that, but...

Okay.

(SIGHS) Yeah, I appreciate it.
Whatever you can do.

As soon as you can get here.
Thank you.

How is she?
How's Emily?

Well, she finally
went to sleep.

I just got off the phone
with Dr. Gwinett.

He's on his way.

You know I don't think all this
activity is doing her any good.

Momma, let's not
do this today, okay?

I told you she doesn't need to
be worrying about a campaign.

You wouldn't be saying that if I was
throwin' support behind Jenkins.

It's only because
it's Cotton.

True. I don't understand you supporting a
race-baiting bastard like William Cotton.

But no matter who it was,
I would be saying something,

because she needs rest.

You remember last year.

Yeah, I remember. I was
there in the room.

I'm just saying, another
loss will destroy her.

You don't think I realize that?
You don't think I care?

Well, you must got a pretty
low opinion aboutyourson.

For God sakes, Momma,
it was my child, too!

Then, damn it, Henry,
act like it.

If I were you,

I'd apologize
to Mr. Bryant.

Maybe you'd get off with
just a bit of a beatin'.

If you cared about
your child's future,

your wife's or my future, you
wouldn't be supporting Cotton.

That man wants to close down
10 more voting locations,

all of them
in black districts.

No,no,no,aH
in Democratic districts,

and I'm a Republican.
Why you putting race into it?

"Putting"?

He's purposely making it harder
for black people to vote.

Race is already in it.

No, it doesn't
have to be.

You and Daddy raised me to work
hard, get ahead and beat the odds.

Daddy said singles don't
mean a damn thing.

Black man's gotta hit a home
run if he wants to score,

and that's what
I'm doing.

Not everybody can
hit a home run.

I bet William Cotton and every one
of those racist fools he appeals to

can't hit one either.

William Cotton's about to be governor.
That's a home run.

It is not a home run when
you're born on third base.

Momma. What the hell
is she doin'?

Emily?

Emily, shouldn't you stay in bed until Dr.
Gwinett gets here?

He's having doubts.

Who's having doubts?
About what?

The boy. He's having
doubts about dying.

And if he doesn't die, he's gonna oome
right out of those woods. I need to...

No, no, no. Nobody's gonna
take our baby, okay?

I do feel a presence.

Momma, please! Stop!

Can't you see she's
wound up enough?

Now listen, both of you.
Nobody's out there,

and no one's gonna touch
our baby, all right?

Let's go back inside. Dr.
Gwinett'll be here in a minute.

Come on. It's okay.

DR. GWINETT: Emily, the
baby seems to be just fine.

You're sure?
Yes.

But do yourself and your baby
a favor and stay in bed.

And if things aren't
better by tomorrow,

you come by my office.
Good?

Yeah.

Keep an eye on her.
Okay.

What about the dreams?

Pregnancy can do odd things
with body chemistry, hormones.

They're just dreams. Like I
used to tell my children,

think of something really
wonderful as you drift off.

That often does the trick.

So you mean she shouldn't
even come downstairs

for the fundraiser
this evening?

I'm telling you she
shouldn't leave thatbed.

All right.
Thanks, Martin.

DR. GWINETT:
Anytime, Henry.

You think Dr. Gwinett is
right, Momma Bradley?

I just need to think
good thoughts?

I don't know, but I
know someone who might.

Momma, where you goin'?

I need you to stay with Emily while
I deal with this fundraiser.

You watch her
until I get back,

and to hell with that
damn fundraiser!

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(GENERAL CHATTER)

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Thank you, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I could
have your attention, please.

First of all, we'd like to
thank you for coming out.

But for now, I want to introduce the man
of the hour, Mayor, soon to be governor,

William Cotton.

(ALL CLAPPING)

Thank you, Henry. Appreciate that.
Yes, sir.

Thank you very much.
Appreciate you coming out.

I'd like to thank Henry
again for this

fine event at this beautiful
fabulous home he's got here.

What a place.
What a place.

And take a look at this. Takes
you back in time, doesn't it?

Goes well with
my campaign slogan,

"Let's take Mississippi back,"

to the core values we've
always had here in the South.

(SCATTERED CLAPPING)

And to have a man
like Henry,

who in his past would have been serving
this party instead of hosting it...

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Anyway, anyway, now Henry
has this fine plantation home,

and a very fine, and a very
white wife, as I recall.

Where is she, anyway, Henry?

She's feeling a little tired, sir.
The pregnancy and all.

Well, we'll let
that little lady rest.

I imagine it's big work carrying
around all that extra weight.

It makes me glad I got an
outie instead of an innie,

if you
catch my meaning.

(LAUGHTER)

The thing is... Thing is, Henry,
his beautiful white wife,

this fine home,
only goes to prove

that we have moved past
all that racial rigmarole.

Times have changed, my friends.
Times have changed.

(CAR DOORS SHUTTING)

MILAM: Get on the post, boy.

I've got him.
I've got him.

Now, boy,

you ain't got the right to
half look at a white woman,

much less
whistle at one.

I do all the time back home.
Well, you ain't back home.

Down here, a nigger's gonna respect
a white man and his woman.

I'm not respecting anyone
that's not respecting me.

And that's all
there is to that.

Chicago,

would you please apologize to the
man so maybe he take it easy on ya?

You shut up, boy!
That's right, boy!

I don't need one nigger tellin'
another nigger how to obey me.

I can do that on my own.

WILLIAM: Them that want to
get ahead can get ahead.

Them that want to vote

can get their lazy ass off the sofa
they bought with a welfare check,

sign up for an ID and go
to a voting booth,

on a proper weekday,
to vote!

Closing a few
polling locations

does not mean that we're trying to
keep the blacks from voting. No, sir.

We just trying
to be efficient.

After all, we're all
the same party, right?

Indeed we are, sir.

It doesn't have to be
about race,

when it can be
about money.

And I'm gonna take
all your money here tonight...

(ALL LAUGHING)

...to ensure our victory in the fall
so we can take Mississippi back

to the values that
made this state great.

Now, I don't know what kind of
poison they feedin' niggers up North

to make 'em act
the way you do.

But down here, you're either
gonna be a good nigger

or a dead one.

I'll die like a man
before I live like a nigger.

You uppity...

You sure that's the way you want it, boy?
I'm a reasonable man.

I ain't ever beat
no nigger before.

So I'm gonna give you
one more chance

to make the right decision.

HENRY: Rousing speech, sir. I
see a lot of checkbooks open.

Yeah, money's important, Henry.
But not near as important

as you remembering how to vote on closing
those polling locations, Councilman.

Now, we need you to
get out front,

take some of the heat off of
your less civic-minded relative.

Now you do that, and I'll see to it
that you get the mayor's office,

when I get
the governor's mansion.

I'm honored, sir.
EMILY: He's going to live!

HENRY; Emily!

Hold on, hold on. We all know what
happened last time. It'll be all right.

Henry,
he's decided to live.

Emily, we all happy to know
your baby done decided to live.

That boy from the fields
has decided to live,

and if he does,
it will kill this baby.

Emily!

HENRY; Emily!

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

No, he's out there.
He's in that field.

No, lWill kill him.
I'll kill him myself.

Emily!

I see you!

He's right...
He's right there, Henry.

Emily, there's
nobody there.

He's killing our baby.

Please, sweetie. Just put down the knife.
The baby's fine.

No, Henry, look.
No!

See?
It's getting smaller.

He's killing our baby.

HENRY:
There's no one there!

You go back and die!

What? No.
Please.

No, wait. No, Henry.
He's there! He has to die.

No, he has to die!
He has to die!

HENRY: It's all right.
Just come inside.

Thanks for nothin', Momma.

Give us a minute.

Emmett?

I brought up some tea
and a little fruit.

He can see him,
can't he?

He ought to see something.
He been out there all night.

I do believe he can.

I knew it.

Are you good?

I can't believe you brought that
crazy voodoo man over here.

Made me look like a damn fool
in front of everybody.

Well, I'm glad to see you've
kept your priorities straight.

Anyway, you've been lookin'
like a fool for months.

Momma, not every black person
has to vote the same way.

Some of us
think for ourselves.

And some of you only think
about yourselves.

More important to get into
office than do something.

Well, we don't have to worry about
that after tonight. Thank you.

EMILY: Did you see him?
Yeah.

And?

He want to talk to you.

What? I'm not playing
along with this BS.

EMILY:
Henry, talk to him!

I don't want to lose
another baby.

And you won't.
MR. WINTERS: Wrong.

You gonna lose
more than that.

You're gonna lose everything
unless you talk to him.

And what do I talk
to this invisible man about?

Sacrifice.
"Sacrifice."

He doesn't think you
worth dying for.

Who the hell asked him to?
Jesus!

Y'all got me talking like
somebody's really out there.

He said that
a black man votin'

to close the polls to keep
other black folks from votin',

last straw.

What?
Are you serious?

So you conjure up this nonsense
to get rne to change my vote?

I didn't make him say that.
Unbelievable!

Henry! It's getting smaller.

I'm calling Dr. Gwinett.

Can't nothing good happen
now, unless he talk.

Can I talk to him?

It couldn't hurt.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hey, Martin.

It's "Dr. Gwinett."
Where is she?

She's upstairs.

I've never seen anything
like this before.

It's like the child
is shrinking.

What?
What do we do?

We can't lose another, Doc. It'll kill her.
It'll kill us both.

Wait, are you saying that
this is your child inside her?

What? Yes!

Doc, wait, wait.
Where you going?

I don't work
for coloreds,

and I definitely don't work
for any mixed marriage.

No, he's not my husband.
He kidnapped me.

Emily, what? You need to
leave this house now.

You can't make me
leave my own house.

Bull! Negros can't own
homes in this district.

Now do as I say and get your
black ass out of this house!

The only one leaving this
house is you. No. No.

Get out!
Don't touch him.

Get out! Emily, stop!
No!

Get the hell out!

You don't put your hands on a
white man like that! You bastard!

Shut up!

Emily, stop!

I don't know where you
stole that phone,

but unless it's got an app on it
to turn your black ass invisible,

you got hell
to pay, boy!

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Henry! It doesn't matter what I say.
You need to talk to him.

Momma, not now. I don't
know what's goin' on.

What's goin' on is that
you need to see that boy.

Otherwise, your child
won't be the only one lost.

All right,
where's this ghost?

Stop being disrespectful, Henry.
He's right in front of you.

MY apologies.

Okay, this is stupid.

If you want your wife back, then you
got to see what's in front of you.

Focus.
Open your eyes.

Respect the sacrifices
that's been gifted you.

Where'd you come from?
The past.

But I've been blessed with
a chance to see the future,

and, well, it's not
at all what lthought

What kind of
craziness is this?

No craziness, sir.

Just realizing I went through a lot
of hell for nothing, so it seems.

What do you mean?
Who the hell are you?

My family calls me Bobo, but
you might know me by Emmett.

Emmett Till, sir.

You're trying to tell me
you're Emmett Till?

Most people recognize me
more like this.

CAROL: Mr. Henry,

a lot of folks think that Emmett's death
sparked the civil rights movement.

Who the hell are you?
Respect the sacrifice.

I'm Carol Denise Mc:Nair, sir. And these
are my friends from Sunday school.

Addie Mae Collins, Cynthia
Wesley and Carole Robertson.

You're the four little girls.
Yes, sir.

From 16th Street
Baptist Church.

And Emmett standing up and dying like
he did, helped us get voting rights.

Why would you support a party
that wants to take them away?

If this boy died
for civil rights,

then he should want me to have the
freedom to do and vote as I please.

I didn't die so you could have
more freedom to do as you please.

I died so you could have more
freedom to do what's right.

Like you had a choice.

Respect the sacrifices.

You always have a choice. Mine was to
live like a coward or die like a man.

But maybe it wasn't worth it. Maybe
none of our deaths were worth it.

But that would mean
that James,

Andrew and Michael's deaths
weren't worth it either.

Chaney,
Goodman and Schwerner...

Or even Mr. Evers.

And I'm pretty sure you
know who that is.

Dr. King.

Don't forget her.

Who is that?

My mother.

Her sacrifice was letting
the world see my body,

knowing this horrible image would
haunt her for the rest of her life.

A lot of folks took a lot of
pain for you to be so

cavalier about your
freedom, Mr. Bradley.

Respect the sacrifices
gifted you.

ALL: Respect the sacrifices
gifted you.

Respect the sacrifices
gifted you.

Respect the sacrifices
gifted you.

No!

Respectflnasacfifices gifted you.
No,no,no!

Well, it seems I have
a second chance,

and this time, I think I'mma
choose a bit differently.

Emmett, you can't.

Actually, he can.
But you can't let him.

If Emmett doesn't die,
history changes.

Perhaps none of them die.

Perhaps, only thing that dies is a
chance at the civil rights you enjoy.

HENRY: No, this is crazy.
No way this can be happening.

It is happening, Henry, and you
need to stop it before it...

(TIRES SCREECHING)

There he is! That's the
nigger that raped me.

What?

DR. GWINETT: Come here, boy.
Emily, I'm your husband!

You're just makin' it worse
disrespectin' that white woman.

Hold on a minute. He didn't rape her.
That's his wife!

Hush up, you nigger bitch!

You motherfucker!
I'll kill you!

Get him outta here!
Let me go.

Let me go. Let me go!

Get him!

Can't you do something?

What would you like us to do, Mr.
Bradley?

Go back and die to make
your life a little easier?

It's not for me. It's for
my child, for my wife.

That's not her! She's not racist.
She loves me.

She did.
And she can again.

But you have to join us.
You have to sacrifice.

What does that mean?

It means you wouldn't be here
without me. Without us.

And as you can see,
without all the sacrifices,

everything in your world
changes.

If what you want is worth us dying
for, why isn't it worth you dying for?

'Cause you're
already dead.

Don't have to be.

I can make a different choice.
Live a different life.

Maybe we all live
different lives.

Maybe I'll go to school,
maybe I become a councilman,

and I can avoid this.

But if you want me to
take that whooping,

if you want us to
sacrifice our lives

to make the lives of your
loved ones a little better,

you need
to change, sir.

Okay. I won't vote to close the
polls and I'll leave the party.

That's no longer
an option.

You've got to go
the extra mile.

Will you sacrifice with me?

(MUMBLES)

Well, that seems
to answer it.

Looks like this is goodbye.

No...

No. Wait, wait, wait, please!
Please! I need more time.

I just need more time! Please!
Wait! No, get off me!

No, wait!
Wait, I need more time!

Take this black bitch
along, too!

Please! Let me go! Let me...

If you left any seed in rne, you can
be damn well sure I'm gonna kill it.

Okay, I will.

I Will! I Will!

Get him!
Son of a bitch!

Get him!

I'll do it.
I'll take your sacrifice.

You sure?

Yeah. I'm a man.

Boy, he said, are you sure?

I'm a man,

and I intend to live like one until
the last breath God gives me.

(PANTING)

Then take
what you asked for.

(EXCLAIMS)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN: (SINGING)
Southern trees

Bear a strange fruit

Blood on the leaves

And blood at the root

Black bodies swinging

In the Southern breeze

Oh, my God! What happened?

Strange fruit hanging

From the poplar trees

(HEART BEATING)

(GASPS SOFTLY)

I'm proud of you, son.

Can't say that was your best
story, Simms.

Can't say that I liked
that one much at all.

We should get moving,
Mr. Beach.

The event is ready to start.

Grant, is Robo-Patriot
prepped?

Uh, entirely, sir.

Here we go.

(LAUGHS)

When these media assholes see
this, it's just gonna be like...

Holy shit!

(LAUGHING)

Yeah! The shit!
Yeah.

The doo-doo!

The poopitV-POP!
(LAUGHS)

MR. BEACH:
Are you okay, Simms?

Apologies.

I mean, it's just that, do you mind
if I watch the press conference?

I mean...
(LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)

I would love
to see the shit!

I think it's gonna be
quite amazing!

No harm, I suppose.
Let's go.

KELLY 1
So, to further explain,

let me bring up the leader
in corrective technology,

Dumass Beach.

MR. BEACH: Thank you, Kelly.
I'm gonna get right to it.

Here at Beach Industries, we want
to do what's right for America.

Now, that means safer
streets, cities and states.

Beach Industries wants to help
create a country where foreign scum,

terrorists, rapists
and criminals of all kinds

can not only be quickly
and easily identified,

but justly convicted
and punished

in a way that saves billions
of tax dollars that until now

have been wasted
on funding a legal system

that is woefully ineffective.

Thank you, Grant.

So today, I present to you the
future of American security,

the Robe-P amok.

(BEEPING)

(AUDIENCE CLAPPING)

This machine not only has the ability
to, within seconds, scan NSA,

FBI, CIA, local police
and social media files

to quickly identify those who have
already committed criminal acts,

but uses new technology
created by my company

to predict a person's criminal
or anti-American threat level

by reading brainwaves, heat
patterns and DNA, which it captures

using molecules found in a
person's breath as they exhale.

This gives a whole new meaning
to the term, "bad breath."

Mr. Beach, are you saying this thing
can predict criminal behavior?

MR. BEACH: More than that.

I'm saying it knows 100%
if someone will or will not

commit a future crime that could harm
any number of lawful American citizens.

This is an intelligent machine that can
police our streets as well as serve

as judge, jury and,
if need be, executioner.

(CROWD MURMURING)

I know, it, it sounds
amazing, right?

So we've prepared a little
demonstration.

We have placed among you men and
women who have criminal histories.

Let's see if the Robo-Patriot
can find them.

Is this thing gonna kill
someone?

MR. BEACH: The Robo-Patriot
will do whatever is necessary

to protect America
and its true citizens.

So unless you have plans on harming
America... Anyone? (CHUCKLES)

You should all be fine.

(LAUGHING) Oh!

COMPUTER VOICE:
Robe-Patriot is activated

and looking for threats
against America.

Robe-Patriot identifies
criminals at threat level two.

Threat level two is simply
small-time burglars.

Turn yourselves in to avoid further
legal actions to protect America.

MR. BEACH: There we go.
There we go!

How 'bout that,
ladies and gentlemen.

American technology at work.
Built in America.

Robe-Patriot identifies
illegals without papers.

Please turn yourselves in, or I will
do what it takes to protect America.

MR. BEACH:
Ah, it's a beautiful thing.

How about that,
ladies and gentlemen?

Here to protect your families,
your American families.

How do we know these
aren't plants?

Well, as you know,
lrunthetoughestpfisonu. What?

Like a person, it oan also learn
from secondhand experience.

Stories, fables, tales.

MR. BEACH: Those young guys? Hormones.
Boys will be boys.

Your kind are particularly
accomplished liars.

Your brothers and sisters make up
an enormous part of my profits.

As well as serve
as judge, jury, executioner.

Judge, jury, executioner.

Robe-Patriot identifies one
immediate clear and present threat

to American civilization.

(LAUGHS) Oh!

Oh.

Perhaps he thinks the "fake
media" is a real threat.

(LAUGHING)

Robe-Patriot recognizes
Dumb Ass Bitch...

That's "Dumass Beach."

It polices much better
than it speaks. Trust me.

As a lethal threat that must
be immediately neutralized

to secure American safety.

Neutralizing the threat in
five, four, three,

two...
What the hell's...

One.

No!

Go! Goddamn thing!
What the hell is...

Run,Beach!
No, stop!

MR. BEACH: Somebody's gonna
lose their job...

Robe-Patriot recognizes worthless
accomplices aiding and abetting

Dumb Ass Bitch.

No! No!

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

I never liked him!

Help! This robot has
lost its damn mind!

Shit! Shit!

Robe-Pa triot will protect America.
FUCK! NO!

No,no,no,Fuck!
Fuck!Fuck!

Motherfucker!

No, no... Help!

(SCREAMING)

Please...

Beach! Going my way?

Go, go, go! Drive!

I think it got me.

Christ! (GROANS)

I'm afraid Christ can no longer
be of service, Mr. Beach.

Skip the religious lecture
and drive, Simms!

(G ROANS AND SOBS)

Holy shit!
Oh, yes.

The shit!

(LAUGHING)

What the hell is your
black ass laughing about?

You think this is
some kind of joke?

You drive this car
to the goddamn hospital

before I bleed out and die,
you crazy nigger! (GROANS)

This ain't no joke!
This ain't no car.

I ain't no nigger!

And your worthless soul
is no longer alive!

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(sesame)

Where am I? Where am I?

Mr. Dumass Beach,

welcome to hell,
motherfucker!

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

(SCREAMING)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

Welcome to hell,
motherfucker!

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Now that was some shit.