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£25 a month. They'll put
us in a safe house.

You, me and Dhari.

(CULLEN) A month and nothing to show.

They're getting ready
to take this away from us.

They're gonna make things right
about him with the pigs.

This can't be because of Julian.

- These three, what are you hearing?
- Nothing.

Go into the neighborhood.

- I've tried.
- Then try again!

Your son is not only
a user of narcotics,

he's an addict as well.

You need to stop thinking about yourself

and start thinking about what
you're doing to your brother.

I'm the one who gave you your
voice! I wrote your book!

Your words don't mean shit
without my life!

If you want people
to take you seriously,

you have to show them that
you're more than just a thug.

Is that girl filling your
head with that shit?

We need a real soldier!

I don't think your man has
a problem with your tactics.

I think the problem is you
succeeding without him.

This is Jas Mitra. I'm going to read

a Declaration of a State of War.

Power to the people.

_

This is Jas Mitra.

I'm going to read a Declaration

of a State of War.

(Tape rewinds rapidly)

(Tape rewinds rapidly)

This is Jas Mitra.

I'm going to read
a Declaration of a State of War.

(Voice speeds up, followed by click)

(Tape spools forward, followed by click)

(Tape rewinds, a click,
tape rewinds again)

- ...of Che and Hampton.
- (Click)

(Tape playing in slow motion)

(Continues in slow motion)

(Tape rewinds)

...of Che and Hampton,
who first inspired us

by their fight behind enemy lines.

(slowed down) ...for the liberation...

- This is Jas Mitra...
- (Tape rewinds)

- ...behind enemy lines.
- (Mellow jazz)

- This is Jas Mitra...
- (Tape speeds up)

- (Tape speeds up)
- The example of Fanon,

L'Ouverture, of Che and Hampton...

(Slowed down) ...for the liberation...

- ...of Che...
- (Mellow jazz continues)

(Slowed down) ...for the liberation...

This is Jas... This is Jas...

(Slowed down) ...for the liberation...

This is Jas Mitra...

(Tape plays in slow motion)

I'm going to read a Declaration

- of a State of War.
- (Tape speeds up)

(Jazz foregrounded)

(Jazz starts to break down)

(Music turns funky)

(Music turns discordant
and drowns dialog)

(OMEGA) You were supposed
to be shaking hands

with the agenda setters.

Not doing cocaine
with some porcelain tart.

- I was being sociable.
- Oh, I can imagine!

No. Those are the ones
you need to engage.

Who do you think is going
to sway Parliament?

Some MP's fawning daughter?

The... the... the youth
of the privileged,

who are going to rail
Mom and Dad and say,

look, you know...

...point out the systemic inequities...

(Laughs) You sound like
Darcus Howe's parrot!

Wasted your brand,
preaching your race hate

and scaring white people.

You need me to be your face.

So don't get upset
when I use my own voice.

I honestly don't care how many little

short-skirted wiggers you
wanna line up and lay down.

Just... Jesus Christ!

Liberals are only liberals

until you start trying to
shag their daughters.

Stop the cab. We all get
something out of this...

...if we each play our parts.

(Engine running)

(Engine revs)

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(KENT) Meanwhile,
there are good blacks...

How would you define "good blacks"?

Well, you know, blacks that
have dedicated themselves

to the struggle

and-and-and put their
wellbeing at risk, daily.

Not the lives of others. Not, not...

You know, not putting
others a-a-at risk.

(INTERVIEWER) And that's
how you would characterize

what's being called
the Bishop-Mitra Gang?

Uh, no, no. (Kent laughs)

No, I-I would um... I would character...

I-I would refer to them
as um... hooligans...

Hooligans and, um, troublemakers.

Is Eliette back?

What, you can't go
ten minutes without her?

- Where are you going?
- Target practice.

You know that costs us money, right?

(Door slams)

...have used racial strife as an excuse

to commit violence
for the sake of violence.

Alberta is easily one
of the most beautiful places

you can ever visit.

Are you an outdoors person?

I suppose.

It offers a variety of landscapes -

mountains, rivers,

grassland...

If you're more interested
in a city experience...

the dining and accommodations in Toronto

are as elegant as you'd
find in any other...

What about Quebec?

It's uh... pleasant.

- You don't like it?
- It's just...

France is right here.

And it's... so much more cultured.

Thanks for the time.

My pleasure.

- Cool?
- Cool.

I used to be right there in Newark.

I ain't never been to Canada.

Like America without black people.

(Scoffs)

It sounds shitty.

- It is.
- (Jangle of keys)

(Starts engine)

Four people working in the office -

three women and a manager.

Had three people pass through, slow.

Nobody's trying to go to Canada.

And the TWA office?

The same, a little more activity to it.

Same with BOAC, same with Lufthansa.

(LEROY) Why are you even
bothering? Travel offices?

Each of those offices
represent commerce.

They represent the interests

of countries that support oppression.

So what's the plan?

Move under the cover of dark,
we strike simultaneously.

We both deface the property...

- Deface?
- And ransack the offices...

- What do you mean, like deface...
- looking for any sensitive...

...like vandalize, like
some drunk soccer thug?

Let him finish.

Look, we cause capital damage,

as well as look for
any sensitive documents...

- Uh-huh?
- ...that can...

- Why's it gotta be night-time shit?
- Because we're...

trying to avoid the police.

(ELIETTE) We should bomb them.

If you want to avoid the
police, we should bomb them.

Where are we gonna get four bombs?

We're not trying to blow up the masses.

You don't kill masses.

You plant the bomb,
you phone in a warning,

give people the time
to evacuate the building.

Where the hell are we
gonna get four bombs?

They're not that hard to
make. I gave you the manual.

No, we ain't making no bomb.

Petrol bombs, then.
We firebomb these offices...

We're not trying
to burn down the block.

Yeah, all you're trying to
do is steal some papers

and check for bad spelling.

I'm sick of how they're talking
about us - "muggers" and "thugs".

Ain't we supposed to be soldiers?

Soldiers stand and fight.

We're gonna give 'em
something to remember.

Negroes with guns.

That's a whole new conversation -

ain't that right, Jas?

That's like our thing now, yeah?

That's like the Bishop-Mitra
Gang signature -

show up and start blasting?

When you was looking them
Rhodeys in the eyes

and they was pissing themselves,

are you gonna tell me
that didn't feel good?

Hell, yeah, it did.
That's power. That is power.

Let them see that shit in our eyes.

I do TWA, Jas can hit up BOAC,

Eliette does Canadian Pacific

and you can go at Lufthansa
for your little Germans.

What you thought up,
all this here, it's good.

But what I'm saying is...
throw in some guns.

- There's a plan.
- (LEROY) Damn straight.

(Knocks)

Hey.

Hey.

I was um...

I just wanted to see if everything
was alright with your brother.

At least he hasn't got
himself picked up again.

I put the word around,

asked the coppers working the Irish

to give him the go-by if they could.

Thank you.

Are you Irish?

My parents were from the North.

I was born here.

I grew up, I guess,
understanding the Troubles,

but not the violence.

Irish against Irish?

It's the Brits who get the last laugh.

I'll see ya.

I got a message from them.

Jas sent me a message.

Sent it how?

She said what's happening now,

they're doing it in Julian's name.

Your boyfriend?

This can't be about Julian.

He was an advocate, he wasn't a killer.

If you know anything...

..you need to tell somebody
before Pence finds out.

He's gonna take it out
on them, on you...

on your brother.

I can't get Connor caught up in this.

Your brother's already caught up.

Look...

I can help.

But you have to let me do it
now before it's too late.

If you wanna do something
for your brother,

I'll help how I can.

Alright?

(Gun clicks)

(Instructor speaks German)

What's this?

When you take action against Lufthansa,

I want you to read that out loud.

You're having a laugh?

It's a... it's a Marxist screed.

Favor for favor.
You come to us for weapons,

then you can spread our word.

Lufthansa's all we care about.

The rest, you can make
any statement you want

from the Bishop-Mitra Gang.

(Instructor continues in German)

(Gunshots)

(Speaks German)

- Eliette?
- (Gunshot)

- Eliette?
- (Machine-gun fire)

(Rapid gunfire)

I want to read the next communique.

After this action,

I want to read the next
communique to the press.

Alright.

It's the Black Army Faction.

They keep calling it
the Bishop-Mitra Gang.

I can't help what people call it.

It makes our objectives unclear

if people aren't clear about who we are.

We're the Black Army Faction.

It's not just about you and Dhari.

Okay.

(Rapid gunfire)

You alright?

Yeah.

(Rapid gunfire)

(Retches and coughs)

(Panting)

(Groans)

(Coughs)

(Ronnie breathes heavily)

(Ronnie coughs)

(Water running)

(RONNIE) It's better.

I'm... better...

...now.

This whole...

This experience...

I was going the wrong way in life.

I see that.

I needed to get well.

And I'm well now.

I am.

I think...

I would like to...

I'd like to go home...

now.

I want...

I want to go home.

(Sniffs)

You should um...

You should stay until you're better.

Until you're cured.

This has gotta be
street-level investigation.

Work your informants,

work those you've got
relationships with.

Trust built is the path
to information gained.

By taking advantage of those...

Thanks for joining us.

By taking advantage of those

in the targeted communities

who are willing to be reasonable...

(CULLEN) It's getting to be a problem.

No, it's beyond that.

Now, if you've got issues,
if you need to take time...

- It's personal.
- Look, whatever it is...

Not "whatever".

It's my boy.

Then take the time.

Well, if you need it, take it.

But you not being here,
it makes me look bad.

The um...

...the friend, the Irish girl?

I think she's coming around.

We stay with her,
we're likely to get a break.

The Germans told me they have
passage for me to Algeria.

When?

Thursday.

From there, I can get to Lebanon,

spend three months training,
then back to Canada.

Yeah.

You can stay with us.

We need you.

This isn't my fight.

Self-determination, if it's
here, if it's in Canada...

It's not my crowd, okay?

They are not my crowd.

The Germans could get
you to Algeria too.

Shooting up a bunch of travel offices?

In Lebanon, you could do a lot.

I can't just leave.

It's not "just". You're not
running off on holiday.

For every one of us
who learns to fight,

there are 20 more we can teach.

You know they're not calling it

the Black Army Faction, right?

They call it
the Bishop-Mitra Gang.

You're the one they're afraid
of, not your boyfriend.

I'll have to talk to Marcus.

You don't need his permission.

I'm not asking for it.

I won't go without talking
to him, without telling him.

(Engine outside)

(Birdsong)

(Music plays)

'I saw one of them
coming out of a flat.'

He was with the guys who attacked me.

These two have been all over the news.

And Dhari...

he's the one that cut me.

No way I'm ever gonna forget him.

(Marcus sighs) What...

Why'd you come to us?

Why haven't you gone to the police?

To tell them what, brah?

You think they care about some colored

that got messed up dealing?

Half the time, the filth are
the ones ripping us off.

Now, you...

you are the one I seen on TV

talking about people
need to be held responsible

for the shit they do.

Well, I mean...

Well, they beat my friend!

And they cut me.

Cut me for nothing
but a handful of drugs.

It ain't right what they did to us.

It ain't right.

Are you going to do something or not?

(Door opens)

Kent!

Kent!

This isn't something you want
to get in the middle of.

I can handle this.

You ain't gotta prove
anything to Omega.

Trevor, either you've
misread the situation,

or you've misread me.

- Look...
- No.

(PENCE) He knows where
to find this gang?

(KENT) He's seen the individual
that's connected with them.

(PENCE) This boy, the one that got cut.

What's his name?

You need to tell us what you know.

There are certain conditions that...

- Conditions, eh? Eh?
- ...you might agree to...

These are terrorists.

If you don't wanna talk,
we can compel you.

I can assure you,
there are any number of...

well-connected individuals

whose outrage would be noticed...
and public.

(CULLEN) What do you want?

- To observe the arrest.
- No, no, no, no.

(CULLEN) To what end?

- To make sure it's lawful.
- (Pence scoffs)

You can cocktail with all
the liberals you want.

We'll still run you in.

If you tell us what we're getting into,

there's less chance
things will turn violent.

Hey. Hey.

We're not negotiating.

We've got how many leads to go on?

Seven weeks, how many?

In exchange for solid information...

...we'd allow you to observe the arrest.

- Is that acceptable?
- Yes.

Yes.

(PENCE) Take him out.

It's a small price.

It's better to work with
a couple of them

- than fight them all.
- Don't speak against me!

Not ever!

And not in front of one of them!

Hey, stay here.

We agreed that I could observe.

Watch from here.

(Car door slams)

Hey, you, come here.

You know the fella that lives there?

- Which one?
- Don't muck me around.

Do you know the fella that lives there?

A couple of fellas that live here, mate.

Alright. Don't get smart with me.
You just stay in your flat.

What?

I...

I... I don't even know how to say it.

Hey.

Don't be scared.

- I'm not.
- Yeah?

'Cause I am.

I am.

The last time a gun was put into things,

it didn't go so well.

But it's everything Dhari said.

They're on the ground
and you're standing,

they're begging, you're demanding.

To the people with
the guns goes the power.

They use it for oppression,
we use it for liberation.

Eliette's going to Lebanon
to train. I'm going with her.

- For how long?
- (Footsteps)

I want to learn to fight.

For how long?

Three months, at least.

And we're to do what?

Do the exact same thing - go
attack some travel offices.

(Marcus sighs)

You're letting it get to your head.

- This Bishop-Mitra Gang.
- That's not me.

- I'm not the one calling it that.
- You're like a popstar.

One snappy record and
you think you're someone.

I let you read my communique.

"Let me"?

"Let me"? Hey!

You didn't "let me" do anything.

I earned the right to be a voice

when I went after the Rhodesians.

I fucking saved you!

I saved you from turning
into a petty thug,

stealing from petty drug dealers.

And you "let me" read your communique?

You and your... your fancy words!

You just hand them round like favors

and yank at them like a leash!

I k...

You know, you do it
to Dhari, you do it to me!

I keep turning you all into symbols.

- And you keep turning your back...
- Hey.

...on the struggle! Okay,
this is where the fight is!

In our streets, in our towns,
not in fucking Lebanon!

Hey, don't be arguing
with guns in your hands!

- Just leave! Just leave!
- You know what? Fuck it.

Yous two work it out.

I'm not asking for your permission.

Marcus, I am telling you what I'm doing!

Okay, just like that, you desert us?

I'm not deserting you, I'm
learning to be a better soldier.

Look, a soldier stays
loyal to the fight!

If you have to go to Lebanon
to figure that out,

- you're never gonna learn.
- You fucking don't get it.

Oh! How can I get it, huh?
You're the immigrant!

I'm just a fucking natural-born.

- I need to do more!
- No, no.

You don't "need", you "want".

You want something else,
you want to be celebrated.

I want to be black for a cause.

(Mutters)

What, they're going to Canada?

Maybe. Maybe they've got
a connection here.

Start going through flight manifestos.

I'm gonna check the travel office.

- This is for us, not him.
- (Engines start)

Where's he off to?

Just uh... to make a report.

Five, four, three, two, one.

(Engine starts)

(Man whistles)

(ELIETTE) When you let off
your rounds, aim up.

A ricochet will get someone killed.

Meet back here at quarter past.

If you're late, I'm leaving you.

(Tires screech)

Dhari!

Dhari!

Hey, Marcus!

(Bus bell)

(Rapid gunfire)

Power to the people of Quebec!

(Rapid bursts of gunfire)

(Screaming and gunfire)

"We take this action against the regime

of the propertied classes."

For the Black Army...

(Dialing tone)

For the Mitra-Bishop Gang.

"The German proletariat must
repudiate the bourgeois politics

of trade union economism..."

We ain't gonna be victims!

"Mahler and Schubert are shining

examples of the universal Marxist..."

Your government lies to you.

It oppresses you.

"...against the ever
encroaching new fascist..."

Fuck it.

Black people, organize
and arm yourself now.

(Gunfire)

(Gunshot)

Armed police! Stop!

(Gunshot echoes)

(Gunfire)

(Gunshot)

(Eliette gasps)

Throw out your weapon!

Throw out your weapon!

(She breathes heavily)

(Moaning)

(Sirens approaching)

Step out!

Stand up!

Hands up!

(She speaks French)

(Gunshot)

(Sirens approaching)

Hey! Hey!

Get out the car. Get out the car.

- Get out, get out!
- (Woman screams)

- Just go!
- (Siren approaching)

We can't leave without Eliette.

She was gonna leave us.
Get in! Get in!

(People screaming)

Dhari!

(Sirens rapidly approaching)

(Radio news broadcast)

(JAS) Eliette?

Eliette?

Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey, hey,
be cool, Jack! Be cool!

What the hell, man?

What happened?

Hell, I was about to lickety-
split right outta here.

We pulled the actions, then we
heard uh... sir... sirens.

Eliette didn't make it back
to the rendezvous.

- She ain't made it.
- No, something went wrong.

Been on the news. She ain't made it.

What do you mean?

There were cops at Canadian Pacific.

There was a shootout. The pigs got her.

Let's go back!

You ain't hearing me? She ain't made it.

She got set up.

Hell, I thought all you all was set up.

(DHARI) Set up how?

I was on my way back
to my apartment, right?

This brother flags me down,
tells me my joint got raided.

How'd they know where to find you?

I don't know, man. I swear.

All I know, that one coconut
got something to do with it.

- Who?
- That one that's always on TV.

Kent, whatever.

That brother who was
looking out for me,

he tells me when he's
rolling from our building,

he sees Kent rapping with the fuzz.

Yeah, that same nigger that
was putting us down.

Now he's selling us out to the cops.

We gotta... The Germans.

- We go back to them.
- No.

- We explain things to them.
- I read their screed

during the action, okay?

They're as hot as we are right now.

Someone else who can hide us.

- Maybe Bailey.
- Right.

Let's get what we need,
let's get what we can take.

Let's put it in the car.

(Broadcast continues)

(PENCE) Look at her.

Look at the photo.

(Fallon exhales heavily)

Is that what you want for your friend?

Is that what you want Jas to come to?

(Fallon exhales)

That girl is 20 years old.

Maybe.

I've got a son who's not mu...

If you won't do right, blood
is gonna run in the streets.

This is how it begins.

(Flames crackle)

All the slum buildings you
run, this is all you got?

(BAILEY) Well, you got two problems.

One: you're all as hot as hell.

And any place I could put you, well,

you alienated a whole bunch of coloreds

- cutting people up.
- Man,

what we did, we did that for you.

I'm just letting you know
how it is, man, cha.

Look, you got four days.

Whatever it is you need
to get figured out,

you need figured by then.

Four days.

(Distant vehicle horn)

(CULLEN) That girl who got shot.

She just as easy could
have been your friend.

Informing on her
might be the hardest thing

you ever have to do. But...

...she'll be alive
to forgive you one day.

But only if you do something about it.

Jas was always the strong one.

Always.

We both came from nothing.

Broken families, didn't matter.

No matter what was in front of her,

she always knew how to fight it.

Just once, I would like
to be as strong as she is.

I can't tell you where she is.

I won't even try to find her.

(Cullen exhales)

I, um...

I extended my hand to you.

And that's all I get in return?

(Laughs bitterly)

I really thought... I put that...

...little hooligan brother
of yours in a hole...

- Wait.
- ...I thought you'd wake up some.

You said you'd got him out. You said

you'd got my brother out of jail.

Well, how would I get him out if
I wasn't the one who put him in?

Uh, where are you going?

(Fallon cries out)

(Fallon groans)

Sit the fuck down.

All the time I've put into you,

you don't get to walk out.

- (Fallon cries out)
- Now, that...

that old country cop
I've got for a partner,

all his sob stories
about his junkie kid,

he's not worth a damn thing,

except getting everyone to
think that this Irish dog

is soft for the blacks.

I'm tired of it.

You're gonna deliver me those niggers.

Or your brother's gonna live

the rest of his short, little
ass-fucked life in the Maze.

And I promise you...

they don't take kindly to young poofs

acting like they're Provos.

Leave him alone. Please leave him alone!

Ah, now you beg, huh?

You ain't begged yet.

(Fallon gasps)

Give them to me.

Huh, you understand?

Give... them... to me!

(Fallon cries out)

The bitch is drunk.

(Fallon groans)

That's for her mess.

(Fallon sobs)

(Sobs)

(Car engine running)

(Jas gasps)

(Footsteps approaching)

(MAN) Have you cleaned it yet?

Have you cleaned it?

No.

Get to it. We've got
to start her autopsy.

(Footsteps withdrawing)

(Exhales)

Get the fuck down! Everybody, down!

- Kent!
- Put your head down! Head down!

- (JAS) Kent!
- (LEROY) Stay down!

Kent!

Did you tell the police
where to find us?

- Jas, what the...
- Yes or no?

Just trying to keep you
from getting killed.

(She exhales)

This is our next action.

- A bomb?
- A bomb.

Planted at the Black Power desk

at Metropolitan Police.

We've been fighting the filth.

The filth's who we've got
to take action against.

How do we get the bomb
inside Scotland Yard?

I don't know.

But I know we will.

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