All language subtitles for Amos_and_Andrew.ia_نوادر_نـيـكـولاس_كـيـج_1993

Somewhere beyond the sea, somewhere
waiting for me.

My lover stands on golden sand and
watches

the ship that goes sailing.

Somewhere beyond the sea, she's there.

watching for me if I could fly like
birds on high

then straight to Iran

the shore.

Beyond the shore We'll kiss just as
before

Happy we'll be Beyond the sea

And never again I'll go see

Thought I'd check in.

They don't turn our phone on until
tomorrow, and I just wanted to say...

night.

Okay, boy.

I got one phone call.

Make it short.

Taxpayer money you're spending.

Well, drive carefully.

Tell your sister I said hello.

And you two.

What's the matter, boy?

Got no one to talk to?

Okay, are we acquiring all this?

Right, one giant combination with
everything on it.

A couple of sodas.

Listen, you sure you can't bring beer?

I could really use a beer.

Hey, man, what about my phone call?

Well, it looks like Bob and Rita Beeson
are home.

Probably just got in today.

Yeah, let's go down and say hello.

That's a good idea.

Come here, boy. Come on.

Honey? Yeah?

You don't suppose it was Bob and Rita
that almost ran us over, do you?

I'll bet it was Christy or Bobby Jr.
Which one graduated this year?

I can never remember who's older.

It's a black man in the Beeson's living.

Huh? Look.

He's still in this area.

Run! Come on! Judy!

Come on, Judy, tell me! Run!

Taking everything.

We've got to call the police.

A heck of a way to stop this from
happening.

Well, what are you doing? Oh,

I mean, where are you going?

The watch.

Oh, Phil, you can't go down there. You
don't know what's going to happen when

they arrest that man. He looked
desperate. Phil, you're only a lawyer.

Ronald, where's your leash?

Sir, will you take the flashlight out of
my eyes? Oh, sorry. Step away from the

car, please.

All right.

You folks are going to have to vacate
the area. We've got some trouble up

We're the ones who called you.

Officer, it's okay.

My husband is a lawyer.

Yes, ma 'am. Yes.

Sir.

Excuse me.

Oh, sure.

Hey, Chief.

This couple right over here are the
people who called in a little while ago.

I don't know. You can get the name.

Evening. Hi. Chief Tolliver.

I'm standing with the people who
reported this.

Phil Gilman.

How are you?

Yes, we did.

Judy Gilman. I'll call right away. Good,
good. You saw someone in the house?

What was he doing?

Well, believe me, Chief Tolliver, I'm no
racist, I can assure you of that.

But when you see a black man on this
island with his arms full of stereo

equipment... You know damn good and well
what he's doing.

You know who owns the house?

Bob and Rita Beeson. Very nice people.

Have you seen them tonight?

Tell them about the car.

Oh, yes, yes.

One of the kids. We don't know which
one.

Dawn near hit us while we were out
walking our dog.

You have to understand, they just got
the car for graduation. You know how

are. We see the car in the driveway, so
naturally we're assuming that the kids

are...

Hostages.

Okay, you know, get Riley out here with
this odd six and scope.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I don't want body armor for everyone. I
don't want him to wear it.

Well, I want to thank you folks for your
help tonight.

We only did what anyone on this island
would have done.

I know. I think it'd be best if you go
back to your house. I've got a job to do

here. Isn't there anything else we can
do to help?

Well, actually, you could remember me
this fall.

If we just stay put, he might get in
that car and try to drive on out of

We've got hostages in there.

What are you going to do, Chief?

I'm in an election year.

Not tonight.

You really are. So much excitement for
you.

Excuse me. Can you tell me where Old
Country Road is? I seem to be lost.

You're on Old Country Road.

I am.

You're not a policeman, are you?

I have the curious habit of monitoring
certain radio frequencies.

You're a reporter!

All right, gentlemen.

You all know what the situation is.

Night ops, Chief.

Any questions?

What are your names?

Gilman. G -I -L -L -M -A -N.

And Judy with a J.

Tell me what happened.

Well, there was this man and... It was a
black man.

Hey, dog.

Freeze! Freeze!

Drop your weapon!

What, pal?

Put it down!

Okay, okay, dog!

Release it.

Drop your weapon!

What?

Police! Surrender or else!

Nothing! I can't hear you!

Let me turn off the alarm!

gave my position away.

You opened fire.

He had a gun, Chief.

I didn't see a gun.

I'm telling you. The guy had a gun. It
looked like a 9mm to me. I saw it,

He was holding it in his hand. Pointed
the thing right at me.

There he is.

Get that away.

Stop it.

Stop shooting at him.

Okay, Stan and Earl, go around to the
side. One of you keep an eye on the

Riley, you stay put.

Donnie, you come with me.

Look.

He's turning the lights off.

No, he stepped in it.

Now we have to worry about hostages.

Pick it up, Ernie. Let's get down there.

Can we go with you?

We're practically campaigning for the
chief of police.

Yeah, we're big supporters.

How big?

Very big.

All right, I want you to get on the horn
of the friggin' phone company and get a

direct line into the house. I want no
other calls going in or out of there. Do

you understand?

Maybe if we're lucky, I mean real lucky,
talk that guy out of there before he

hurts somebody.

Wipe that dirt off your face, you're a
police officer.

Hi, Chief.

Waldo Lake.

Been listening to that radio of yours
again, have you?

Hi. Hello, Chief Palava.

We

don't

know how many family members are in the
house. We think one of the children.

We also believe that he had a gun.

Chief? Yeah?

Phone company says they'll have us a
line into the house in a few minutes.

All right, good. Good work.

I'm sorry. Where was I?

He had a gun.

He had a gun. He had a gun, yeah.

A 9mm.

Maybe he bled to death, Chief.

Hello? Hello?

Who is this?

Who's this?

It's the chief of police. Oh, thank God.

There was a man with a gun.

All right, look, we're outside.

We have your house surrounded. Are you
all right?

Yes, I'm all right.

Now, look, we're going to get you out of
there. Can you see the man with the

gun? Do you know where he is?

No, I don't see him. Where are you?

I'm in an upstairs bedroom.

Can you tell me who you saw? Was it just
one man?

Yes, yes, there was only one, but let me
warn you. He was armed to the teeth. I

tried to turn my car alarm off, and he
started shooting. You should see what he

did to my front door.

Mr. Beeson?

Beeson? My name is Sterling.

Andrew Sterling.

Waldo, come here.

Not the camera, okay?

Ernie, go get some sound bites or
something.

You get around, Waldo. Why does the name
Andrew Sterling sound familiar?

You mean THE Andrew Sterling? Who is THE
Andrew Sterling?

Gee, Andrew Sterling's a very talented
man.

I think he... Well, he's very famous. I
see him all the time. I can't quite

recall what it is he does exactly, but I
do know one thing.

What's that?

He's black.

I'd say it was because I'm black.

Look, I know who you are, Mr. Sterling.
Now, what exactly are you talking about?

I'm talking about the fact that someone
on this island tried to kill me. All

right, all right. We're going to get you
out of there. You just sit tight.

Sit, baby.

Sit. Good, good, good.

So you work for a local station?

Oh, no.

Waldo and I are freelance.

Lie down. Lie down.

Thank you.

Good, good.

Most of our stuff goes to shows that are
syndicated, but we are trying our best

to crack the networks.

We're aiming for prime time. Cop shows,
emergency rescue, that sort of thing.

Oh.

Speak, Rama, speak.

People love reality, drug busts,
homicide, domestic violence.

America eats that stuff up.

Officer Donaldson.

Put them in the back, please.

Can you step in the whole car, please?

Oh, yeah.

Come on, baby.

Oh, let us know when the show's on.

We'd hate to miss it.

Son,

I'm afraid I'm going to have to take
that tape. Oh, what about the First

Amendment?

Fuck the First Amendment.

Donnie, you ever hear of a guy named
Andrew Sterling?

Yeah, sure, Chief. I didn't know
everybody.

Bye -bye, Chief.

Good night, now. Good night.

Boy, you know, he looks tired.

Maybe he has a headache.

There's no burglar, there's no hostage,
and there's no crime being committed.

What about a gun, Chief?

A black guy pointed a gun right at me.

That was Andrew Sterling trying to turn
off his goddamn car alarm.

And thanks to you and those two idiots
in there, we goddamn near killed a man

his own home.

God. Let's get Sal to a crucifix.

It's crazy, but I got an idea.

Amos O'Dell.

What do we have here?

A couple of drunk and disorderly
convictions that are contributing to the

delinquency of a minor charge.

What do you have to say about that?

She looked 18.

Cut the crap, okay?

You hopscotch your way across five
states, you end up on my island in a

car.

It was a father's car, and she gave me
the keys.

And I suppose I could find out what a
sawed -off shotgun and a bunch of small

bills were doing in the trunk.

Well, sir, I suppose you could.

I suppose I could, too.

Now, this is your lucky day, pal. I got
a little proposition for you.

Now, you're not exactly what I'd call
a...

professional, but unless you cooperate
with us, I'm sure I could convince a

judge that you're what we in law
enforcement call a career criminal.

You know what I mean?

You know what the voters in this county
are most concerned with?

Crime.

That's right.

Law and order.

Fighting crime is just as important to
my constituents as taxes and

spending.

You listening to me?

Yes, sir. I go in, take the guy hostage.

Give myself up, and I'm on the first bus
out of town.

Ain't that the deal, boss?

That's the deal.

Just make sure that bus finds Canada,
and you're on it.

Have you been?

Listen to me.

We'll come in and after you.

Oh, one more thing. Do you have a
weapon?

Not the frying pan.

Now, look, I want you in and out of
there. Do you understand?

In and out.

Get the camera in here. We're back in
business.

What business?

I'm calling the local police.

There's no reason in the world why this
can't be on the 11 o 'clock news.

I heard Jack.

Don't worry, Mr. Sterling. He was
shooting at us.

Where is he now?

You're right about him being armed to
the teeth.

All right, he's in an upstairs bedroom.

Wait a minute.

Hey! Hold it, hold it.

He's got a frying pan.

Scary.

Come on, Donnie.

Time for a little spin control.

What was that?

Don't make a sound, Mr. Sterling. He
doesn't know where you are.

I know you're in.

Come out from under the bed.

All right, get up. Get up. Come on.

All right, turn around.

Let's get a good look at you.

What, uh... What are you doing in here?

This is my house.

No kidding. This is your house. You own
this place.

Yes, I own this place.

You sure you ain't the cook here?

Listen to me.

I bought this house. I paid cash for it.
I own it.

It appears he bought the house over the
winter.

And, of course, we're proud to have him
here. It's just too bad about this

jailbreak. It's not very nice.

Welcome to the island.

Don't worry, bro. This is just for
appearances.

I'm not your brother.

Nothing personal.

Well, stick around, old buddy.

You may get that TV show of yours yet.

Come on, Donnie. Let's go.

I hope you don't mind, but I could
really use a beer.

You're an assassin, aren't you?

You know, that's the one thing about
jail.

No beer.

Well, they had no women, but hell, I was
having one of them delivered.

You tried to kill me.

Why would I want to kill you?

Because I'm a thorn in the side of the
white man.

I'm the voice of my people, a loud,
angry voice that's not afraid to speak

truth about white America.

What's your name?

Andrew Sterling.

Mr. Sterling, apart from being a thorn
at the side of the white man, you got a

regular job?

I hold a Ph .D. in cultural
anthropology.

I teach, I lecture, I produce and
direct. I'm also the author of a

play, now a motion picture.

What's it called?

Yo brother, where art thou?

Yo brother, where art thou?

Never heard of it.

Well, maybe you've heard of the Pulitzer
Prize.

You won that?

I did.

How much you win?

Who sent you here?

Do you work for the government?

Because I know the FBI keeps extensive
files on me. As a matter of fact, I've

seen them.

I wonder if they got one on me.

I want to know who sent you here to kill
me.

I have a shotgun.

You have a frying pan.

If I was here to kill you, you better
believe, bro, you'd be a dead man by

I told you before.

I know. You're not my brother.

There is no escape.

Hey, you know who I got in here?

Yes, I do. I mean, some black dude.

Some black daddy's living in this house.

That doesn't matter. What matters is you
let him go and come out of there.

Well, if you ask me, he's got kind of an
attitude problem.

Look, you're gonna make me come in there
after you.

All right, okay, okay, I'm coming out.

But you remember our deal.

No names, no faces, nobody knows
nothing.

I give myself up and...

First bus out of town.

Press.

Okay. The real press.

Hey, okay?

Are you there?

Make it ten minutes.

Ten minutes?

You heard me?

Read the gossip column when you can read
the front page.

Get my necktie out of the car.

Got a cold?

Hay fever.

You got hay fever? I got hay fever.

Only from cutting the grass, but put me
in a yard where they just mowed the lawn

and I'm a goner. I get it bad.

What time is it?

That's a nice watch.

I've seen a watch like that in a
magazine once.

I sure wish I could get me a watch like
that someday.

I doubt you could afford it.

Who said anything about buying one?

Donnie? Yes, Chief?

Listen, get those other guys up here,
okay? I need some crowd control, and I

kept on the people of the press.

I don't want another Vietnam out here.

Roger that, Chief. No more Vietnams.

I'm standing live on a dark country road
where after tense negotiations, an

armed assailant seemed finally ready to
release the hostage he killed.

Well, escape, assault with a deadly
weapon, kidnapping, you can add those to

long list of prior convictions.

His name is Amos O'Dell. He's what we in
law enforcement refer to as a career

criminal.

You can bet them cops out there get half
a chance.

They're going to pull a plug on me like
a tub full of dirty water.

This is

the chief of police.

I'm out of the house. Put your hands up.

Thank you.

There he is.

Son of a bitch.

Macro, that's Andrew Sterling.

That's Andrew Sterling?

Put your weapon down. Let your hostage
go.

All right, listen up.

I want a million dollars and a
helicopter or I blow him away.

Thank you.

Andrew Sterling, the noted black author,
scholar, and celebrity, and the man

holding him hostage in his exclusive
island home.

I told you, brother.

I told you about those so -called
liberals up there on that damn island.

The chief.

The DA's gonna send some backup and a
hostage negotiating expert down to help

out. Tell him not to bother.

It won't last much longer.

A million dollars and a helicopter.

My, aren't we original.

Ain't that what everyone wants?

Money and a chance to escape.

I just said it to Stalin.

Exactly how did someone like you end up
on this island anyway?

I thought it was Canada.

I beg your pardon?

Look, I don't know. I'm from Pittsburgh.
I've never been up here before.

Guess I must have been thinking about
some other island.

Incredible. Yeah.

Well, I flood geography, and my sense of
direction sucks.

Anyway, I'd had a couple of beers, and I
tried to change some American money

into Canadian.

Mostly small bills.

And I guess those people at the bank got
a little suspicious, because...

The next thing you know, the cops showed
up, and I was busted.

Amos O'Dell.

Stay back.

I mean, don't you come any closer!

Give me the gun, Amos.

Why don't you just go ahead and shoot
the nigger?

We don't want him on this island anyway.

You're not a killer.

Just a cheap opportunist.

Yeah? Well, that makes two of us, then,
don't it?

Yeah.

Well,

I'm sorry about that nigger thing, Mr.
Sterling. I just said it in order to...

Nigga that!

I hate to do this to you.

I really do.

But if I'm ever going to make it to
Canada, it looks like I've got to have

least one ace up my sleeve.

Sherman? The Reverend Fenton Brunch
here.

We have an emergency situation on our
hands. We have to call the troops.

Well, I know it's the middle of the
night.

Well, pay them if you have to.

This is network television.

We need every man, woman, and child we
can get.

Chief, do you read me?

Over.

Earl? Riley?

You guys better forget about those press
people. We got no one down here around

the town.

Roger. We're on our way.

Chief, can you hear me? Over.

Turn around.

Catch.

Let's go.

What are you doing up here?

Oh, this is big enough for the networks
to cover. They won't want what we can

give them.

Does this mean we won't be on TV?

Even worse. The chief of police
confiscated the tape.

You can't do that. We did.

That sounds to me like a violation of
your First Amendment rights.

That's what I said.

I have half a mind to make you think
about this.

Phil was one of the lawyers for the
Chicago 7.

He even got his picture in Life
magazine.

I was an associate, actually, just out
of law school.

He handles personal injury cases now.

Yes, but if I had the time, there's
nothing I'd like more than to argue the

points of the Constitution.

Well, where to now, Magellan?

I know it's that dog again.

I'll get the whole neighborhood in on
this.

Don't look like anybody's home.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Doggy, doggy, doggy.

Good boy.

Look at that.

I think he wants to shake hands with
you.

I'm not shaking that dog's hand.

But you hurt his feelings if you don't
shake his hand.

No.

You think he's going to hurt you?

I'm allergic to dogs.

You're allergic to dogs and you have hay
fever.

Yes, I'm allergic to dogs and I have hay
fever.

That's too bad.

Anyway, to him, I'm probably just
another nigga.

Dogs are colorblind.

I can look at this dog and tell he
doesn't like black people.

Well, one thing is for sure, he won't
like the next one that comes in here if

you don't shake his hand.

Paul.

Dr. Ari Fink, criminal psychologist and
freelance hostage crisis counselor.

Dr. Fink.

Call me Roy.

Come now, brothers and sisters. I want
the sun to rise on an ocean of black

anger at the injustices of a racist
community whose goal is to keep a black

man.

not a steel car.

You watch too much TV, man.

And I ain't no car thief.

I never stole a car in my life where
somebody didn't give me the key to

Hmm. No car keys in there.

White Google.

Hello, Amos.

This is Dr. R .A.

Fink.

Well, but you can call me Roy, if you
like.

I'm here to help you.

I'd like to be your friend, Amos.

Look what I found.

Hidden treasure.

Why don't you get out of here while you
can?

And do what? Walk to Canada?

Liar.

I think maybe it's you who watches too
much television.

Not all black people use drugs.

Ones I know do.

See, he likes you. He just had to get to
know you, that's all.

You guess you probably didn't have a dog
growing up, huh?

Oh, we had a dog.

I thought you said you were allergic to
dogs.

I got shots.

I went in every week and the doctor gave
me allergy shots.

I hate shots. I hate needles.

Well, what about those tattoos?

Didn't they use needles?

Well, that's different.

I was drunk.

We never had no pets when I was a kid.

My old man didn't like animals set to
shoot.

He wouldn't even let me have sea
monkeys.

What are sea monkeys?

You know what sea monkeys are?

They're something that backs the comic
books and magazines you've seen me at.

No. You put them in water and it's like
you got this little city of creatures

all your own.

And I always wanted sea monkeys because
they look really happy in the pictures.

You know, they swim all around, smiling,
laughing.

Whole family of them.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I wanted my family to be
more like a sea monkey family.

After my old man leaves home for good, I
start asking my old lady for sea

monkeys at every birthday and every
Christmas.

And finally she gets so sick and tired
of listening to me that she sends away

for them.

Yeah, she sent away for them.

I was pretty excited when they came.

What? What happened?

Nothing.

I poured that stuff in the water and I
waited and waited and it just got all

dirty and full of scum and finally my
old lady had to flush it down the

Yeah, but, you know, what the hell? I
never really could follow directions.

Hey, you cops, can you hear me?

Who is it?

Ma 'am, it's Amos O'Dell.

How do you get a walkie -talkie?

Chief, he's got the chief.

Hey, you guys out there?

This is Officer Donaldson.

Where's my million dollars and my
helicopter, Donaldson? Now, just hold on

minute, Amos.

I need to know if the chief is okay.

Okay?

I knew it.

These dumb cops think we're still in the
other house.

On my honor, Officer Donaldson, sir.

He's okay.

Let him go to the window so we can see
him.

Let him go to the window so we can see
him.

Well, what if I told you we weren't in
the house?

Well, then...

I would have to say that you're a liar,
Amos. Hey!

Don't talk to me about lying!

Don't make him mad, whatever you do.

Don't make him mad.

It's all right, Amos.

We just don't want anyone to get hurt at
all.

Then get me my money and my chopper and
be quick about it.

That's all.

I'm going to go call him in private.

He's reaching out.

He seems to want to communicate now.

You

want

me to sweat on you? No.

I'm going to go back.

Dog needs to get out of here. You sure?
I'm fine.

You know what Rommel does to the house
if he's cooped up for very long?

You got a family?

I have a wife.

I only had one of them once.

You want to call her?

She's on her way to Boston to visit her
sister.

Well, we can call her there.

Maybe she's seen you on the news.

Let's leave my wife out of this, okay?

You tie one of these?

Your wife's Wyatt, isn't she?

You think you've got it all figured out,
don't you?

Hey, I see it all the time.

Black man makes a name for himself, gets
a little money in his pocket.

Next thing you know, he's got a skinny
little blonde with a tit job.

And he's living large in a fancy -ass
neighborhood, just trying to forget who

is and where he comes from.

Careful now.

You ever been to New York City?

Uh -uh.

I grew up in New York.

We lived in a nice part of Harlem.

When I was 12, I came home one day with
some friends.

We were talking loudly and using slang
we'd learned in the streets.

My father overheard us.

He told my friends to leave.

Then he marched me into the bathroom and
washed my mouth out with soap.

It was because he didn't want me
sounding black.

He was an educated man, my father.

He had a college degree, just like his
father.

He was an accountant, just like his
father.

He worked for a big New York firm.

There were only two black men in the
whole building.

My father and the janitor.

After 38 years, he retired a full
partner.

Less than a week later, he died.

Not one person from that job came to his
funeral.

38 years of his life and not one white
face.

Only that broken -down old janitor cared
enough to show up.

My father made it in the white man's
world.

He wanted his son to make it in the
white man's world, too.

But don't you for one second think that
I've forgotten who I am

or where I come from.

Well, Amos, I just think that we're
probably very much alike.

Because I can be very passionate and
demanding and have quite a temper.

Actually, I have a very serious temper.

But we really must be able to discuss
our problems and resolve them in ways

society deems acceptable.

Violence is never the answer.

Uh, yeah, the name is Rommel.

R -O -M -M -E -L.

And that's, uh...

49 Old Country Road.

That's right. Yeah, one giant
combination with everything on it. Okay,

Bye.

You ordered a pizza? Hey, man, I didn't
order a pizza.

I ordered a pizza truck.

Mr.

and Mrs. Rommel, I presume.

Please don't hurt us. We know who you
are.

Take whatever you want.

Cash, jewelry... We've got a stereo, TV,
cameras. Oh, I have a very valuable

baseball collection.

Ted Williams, rookie year, mid
-condition.

You've got the right to attack.

You live here?

Well, during the season.

During the season?

What season? What's he talking about?

Just to make him give you the car keys
and get out of here.

Not the car.

That car was an anniversary present from
my wife.

I'm sorry, lady, but I'm in kind of a
tight spot.

Fork him over.

No, not me. That was his second wife.

Get up.

Are you married, Mr. Sterling?

May I call you Andrew?

You don't like talking about his wife.

Oh.

She's white. I never said that.

Oh, um, well, Bob and Rita Beetham were
very good friends of ours, and we would

love the opportunity to get to know you
and your wife, even if she is white.

Donnie, I bet if we wait long enough,
he'll probably just give himself up.

What about the chief?

Well, what are you gonna do?

In an election year?

I remember my 11th birthday.

I had a party.

And my mom and dad hired a clown.

It was a very, very funny time. I
juggled and did magic tricks.

My friend Ruby peed on the floor. She
was really embarrassed, but I had a good

time. And then the next year, my mom
called us out to hire him for my 12th

birthday party.

His wife was just there.

And she said, I'm sorry, he's not a
clown anymore.

He's at school learning how to be a
dental technician.

I don't think I'll ever forget that
moment.

This key doesn't work. That key doesn't
work. This key. This key. What?

What is this? What? What? The key to the
doghouse?

Where are the car keys, Mr. Rommel?

Give me the car keys!

Open the door.

And then I had a rabbit. His name was
Nosey. And I really loved him, but he

scratched me and he had to be returned
to the pet store.

And then I wanted a pony.

Oh God, how I wanted a pony.

They gave me turtles.

I had 15 turtles.

They lived in a really big tank, and we
put in palm trees.

They were plastic.

And a lot of small islands, but I never
gave up.

Open the door.

How do you want it anyway? Open the
door.

Open the goddamn door.

I want those keys.

Oh, my God.

I found it.

I'm going to give you one more chance to
put your weapon down and come out of

that house.

Everybody on the floor!

Stay away from those windows.

You don't think he's done anything to
hurt anybody, do you, Chief?

I heard the two of them talking
upstairs.

Sounded like they were getting pretty
chummy to me.

How about it, Amos? You coming out of
there?

Give it up, man.

Those cops will kill us all.

Please.

I can recommend a good lawyer. I
recommend you shut up.

Ain't you forgetting something, boss?

You gotta be dreaming if you think
holding Andrew Sterling hostage is gonna

your ass.

I'll get my hands on Mr.

Sterling. I'm gonna charge him with
attempted murder.

Well, then, I guess you ain't heard the
good news.

Say something, Mr. Rommel.

No tricks.

Hello.

Hi. That Sterling fella must have had
guests for the weekend.

How'd you like them apples?

What do you want, Amos?

You give me a million dollars, I give
you a hostage.

You give me a helicopter,

I give you a hostage.

You let me fly out of here. All right,
all right. I saw the damn movie.

It's going to take a little time,
though.

We won't go nowhere, boss.

Give me a hand.

Where the hell is Donaldson?

I don't know, Chief. He was here just a
while ago.

Nacho cheese, Mr. Sterling?

Look on the bright side, homeboy. At
least you're getting to know your

neighbors.

Ain't that right, Mr. Rommel?

I wish you would stop calling me Mr.
Rommel.

My name is Gilman.

Phil Gilman.

Phil Gilman?

Name rings a bell.

Phil was one of the lawyers for the
Chicago 7.

Yeah, well, that was a while ago.

Hostage drama.

Interview with Phil and Judy Gilman.

What's that?

You tell me.

Oh, my God.

They spelled my name wrong.

Well, what is it, anyway?

Nothing. It's nothing. It's the blue.

Let's have a look at that thing.

No. No.

Oh, no, no, no. Oh, no, no, no. Hey,
hey, you know, there's really nothing

important.

Well, Mr.

and Mrs.

Gilbert.

Well.

What's on this bill?

Something kinky?

Well, when you see a black man on this
island with his arms full of stereo

equipment, you know damn good and well
what he's doing.

We call the police right away.

You know damn good and well what he's
doing.

We call the police right away.

Talk about the sky falling.

We thought... I know what you thought.

It was an honest mistake.

It was supposed to be different.

It was supposed to be the kind of place
where you don't lock your doors at

night, where you don't count your change
at the grocery store, where a man in

his own home doesn't have to worry about
being shot at and nearly killed by the

local police simply because he's black!

You know, if that's true, you have one
heck of a lawsuit pending.

Geronimo, you ordered a large
accommodation.

Smells good.

How'd you get past the police?

The police.

Well,

what's so funny?

The chief of police ain't gonna look too
smart when they find out he's been

watching an empty house all night.

What's your name?

Stacy.

Stacy.

I'll name it. Yeah, I know.

We've been watching you all night at the
pizza parlor.

You're a lot cuter than your picture.

Thank you.

You're not scared, are you, Stacy?

Of what?

I thought you had a delivery truck.

I ride the motorbike to work. I'm
actually on my way home.

You live on the south.

I live on the mainland. I work at the
pizza pub during the summers.

So, how old are you, Stacy?

Seventeen.

You got a boyfriend?

Yeah.

Are you in love with him?

Not really.

Be sure to pray.

You ever been to Canada?

No.

That's where I was headed before all
this happened.

I guess it's cold up there.

Call me.

Wait a second.

We think you had a gun.

I never had a gun.

You still don't get it, do you, man?

Yeah, I get it.

They used you to save themselves.

Are you catching on?

I want you to give this to one of them
reporters.

They'll know what to do with it.

Well, what about you? What's going to
happen to you?

Don't you worry about me. I think Mr.

Rommel in there is going to give me the
keys to his car.

Hm.

David, helicopter is here.

How about my million dollars?

You got my million dollars?

Don't worry, you'll get your money.

Every last dime of it.

Trust me.

Ready when you are, boss.

Standing live on a dark country road,
where after tense negotiations, an armed

assailant seems finally ready to release
the hostages he's held.

Freeze! When I was twelve and a half, we
moved to this building, and the

elevator bed would really lead to me.

Let's go.

No sign of them, Chief. Check
everywhere.

Call Bloodhound Bob.

Tell him to bring the twins out here.

Mr. Tulliver!

Mr. Tulliver!

We found them.

All right, Amos, where

are they?

Where are they, Gilman?

Please, don't take my car.

You have three seconds to tell me where
them keys are.

Or else.

Or else what?

One.

Two.

He won't do it. Do what?

I'll do it.

Do what?

Three! No, he won't.

He's not a killer. He doesn't have it in
him.

What you going to home there for?

Because it's true.

Now what?

What are you doing?

What's he doing?

When you see a black man on this
island...

with the key to a $50 ,000 car in his
hand.

You know damn good and well what he's
doing.

Don't worry, Phil.

I'll drive careful.

All right.

O'Dell. Read him his rights and get him
the hell out of here.

Do what?

Hey, Mr. O'Dell, you have the right to
remain silent.

Sherman, get on up there and let them
know that Reverend Fenton Brunch is

And he means business!

Okay, you drive.

Get in.

Hey, get out!

Go on, get in.

Get in the car.

No!

You're going to have to get yourself
another nigga to hold hostage.

Look, I ain't holding you hostage
anymore, okay? But you gotta know, we're

this together now, right? You and me,
Amos and Andrew, let's go. Don't say

What? Our names.

Together.

Why?

Well, I'll spare you the history lesson.

Besides, you wouldn't understand.

What do you mean I wouldn't understand?
You don't understand, man.

We're gangsters.

We're outlaws.

Gangsters?

Outlaws?

You're a nickel -and -dime criminal, a
petty crook, and you need to figure out

very quickly where it is you think
you're going. Because let me tell you,

boy, you are definitely headed in the
wrong direction.

about you you think the whole world's
against you just because you're black

something don't go your way it's because
you're black they add a beer at the

supermarket it's because you're black it
rains and you get wet it's because

you're a black man well you saw for
yourself there ain't no conspiracy here

plot to get you off the island nobody
trying to assassinate you that's all

as crazy as thinking that everybody with
black skin is your brother what do you

know about black skin

I know for all your talk, you're about
the whitest damn black man I ever met.

As we just saw Amos O'Dell being led
away, the whereabouts of two hostages,

including black entertainer Andrew
Sterling, are still unknown.

Where is Brother Sterling?

What have they done to Brother Sterling?
Reverend Brunch?

Excuse me.

It's real grass.

Miss me every time.

There may be some truth

to what you said about me.

But don't you think I should be able to
set up a stereo in my own home

without being mistaken for a thief?

it on the TV.

The twins never tracked nobody in the
house before.

Listen to me, brothers and sisters.
Listen to me, brothers and sisters.

A crime has been committed here tonight.

We got him, Chief. We're hiding in that
ground now.

A crime against black people everywhere.

Disperse. All you people out there,
disperse.

the house.

He isn't the house! No, he isn't.

Well, some people think so, yeah.

I'm supposed to give this to a reporter.

Where did you get this?

He said you know what to do with it.

Ernie!

You know what we have here, do you?

Prime time.

at a movie of the week.

Maybe even a miniseries.

So thanks to swift and efficient police
action, this island has not fallen prey

to criminal elements.

The lives and property of its
inhabitants are well protected by the

law enforcement.

What about Andrew Sterling?

Well, I've said this before. I'll say it
again, but we're proud to have Andrew

Sterling on this island.

Hey, what are you doing? Are you crazy?

I don't care what you say, dogs really
like you.

is my brand new summer home.

What's the matter with you?

It's my house.

I just hate the thought of that guy
getting the best of us.

Who?

Cecil Tolliver.

What are you doing?

What goes around, comes around.

Hey, dog!

Over here!

Hey, you know what? Are you crazy? Those
are bloodhounds, man. That's not the

family pet. They hunt people for a
living. Hey, dog!

Over here!

Here, smell, smell. Here, here.

Smell it, smell it. Go, go, go.

That'll do it.

That will work.

Go get him, go. Get him, get him.

You have a criminal mind.

What effects will tonight's events have
on your future?

Oh, my God.

If you're trying to imply that I've
given a moment's thought to November's

election... Oh, Chief, I wonder if the
good people of the press would be

interested in the contents of this tape.

Chief?

Who are you? What's on that tape? Did he
call your name?

His name is Waldo Lee.

Name, please?

Sterling. This is Andrew Sterling. I
have a reservation.

Andrew Sterling.

Sterling?

I think this is your stop.

Here's your watch back.

Keep it.

Whoa.

Thanks, bro.

You're welcome.

Hey, baby.

Hey, baby.

What was that for?

I'm just glad to see you, that's all.

How was your first night on the island?

Well, let me just say that I think the
house is going to need a little more

than we thought.

Thank you.

Right. You can

check my blackness. Now I got to change
what I practice. So I went to the

suburbs and bought me a big house and
now they want to run a brother out.

I'm a well -educated young maker of
revenue rolling in a big black BMW.

So I'm supposed to fit because I'm
straight. Let's get what the police

want to trip.

They accused me of robbing myself.

Never seen a brother with wealth. Hell,
I thought I was big and now I'm trapped

in a house because the cops got my crib
faked out.

The police chief is running for
commissioner. But if I get out of this,

I'm getting ya. Chief needs a cover -up
plan because he heard I'm famous. Call a

crazy white boy. Name was Amos. I
thought Amos was a burglar.

But when he saw me, he said I never
heard of ya.

He couldn't tell north from south. But
Amos was my only way out of this

suburbian nightmare.

My suburbian nightmare.

I may not look like Beaver, but you
don't either.

I bought a big house for the Beaver.
Even in the suburbs, cops are my enemy.

And all the rich liberals ain't
friendly. So Amy's got a shotgun and I

feeling. Anything moving, I'm a straight
up killer. I'm a black man on my thumb

up. I got done up and roughed up by a
cop trying to get a hook. I got a meal

I just filled two more deals and now I'm
running from the cops. This ain't real.

You see the cops didn't aim to play that
role, be a burglar and rob my home.

They offered him a deal and then took it
back. Old Amos should have signed him a

contract. Chief walks in talking that
nigga smack.

Now they want me for a tempted murder.
The craziest case that I've rather ever

heard. The neighborhood fears me.
They're scared to get near me. The cops

to smear me. My suburbian nightmare.

Suburbian nightmare.

I used to eat pig feet. Now I'm eating
lobster.

Getting my check for the health and
proper.

Life still ain't changed because I got
to get my hustle on.

Just to get these cops gone, four or
five mil can't make my waist change. It

make the face change, but it won't
maintain. I can't go outside the jog,

my next door neighbor got a prejudiced
dog.

But it's America, home of the free. Life
and the birds ain't nothing like TV.

Now I'm running from the cop clan, cause
my neighborhood told the cops. Mr.

and Mrs. Gilman next door, fucking on a
joint, kinky to the core.

And that's a typical role model.

White picket fence, big house, and a
bottle. Who can I blame for the

that go mixed up and innocent again?

Just stuff things that's supposed to
change when you go to my side.

Open your eyes to my suburbian
nightmare.

My suburbian nightmare.

My proverbial nightmare!

Yo,

Amos, hook up the pizza, homie.

Mothaburbian nightmare!

And we outie.

Misty! Mindy! Come back here.

You hear your daddy?

Come back here.

Come back here. You listen to your
daddy?

Come back here.

Come back here.