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(NEN GROANING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WORRIEDLY: Have you seen Dr. Meade?

Dr. Meade!

Oh, can you help me
find Dr. Meade?

Oh...

God, help us.

God, save the Confederacy!

(SOBBING, WHIMPERING)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC SWELLS)

Hello, my fellow Americans.

They say we may have
lost the battle

but we didn't lose the war.

Yes, my friends,
we are under attack.

You may have read about this
in your local newspapers

or seen it on the evening news.

That's right.

We are living in an era
marked by the spread

of integration
and miscegenation.

(PROJECTOR CLICKS AND RATTLES)

(BEAUREGARD YELLS)

The Brown decision.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Ah-ah-ah!

The Brown decision,

forced upon us by
the Jewish-controlled puppets

on the U.S. Supreme Court,

compelling white children
to go to school

with an inferior race,

is the final nail
in a coffin...

(CLEARS THROAT)

Is the final nail
in a black coffin

towards America
becoming a mongrel nation.

We had a great way of life.
We had...

Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma!

We had a great way of life.

We had a great
way of life.

We had a great way of life

until the Martin Luther Coons
of this world

and their army of Commies

started their
civil rights assault

against our holy white
Protestant values.

Do you really want
your precious white child

going to school with Negroes?

They're lying, dirty monkeys,

stopping at nothing to gain
their equality with white men.

- Oh, my God.
- Rapists, murderers,

craving the virgin white...

- Is it "virgin pure"?
- WOMAN: Yes.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Rapists, murderers,

craving the virgin pure flesh
of white women.

- (WOMAN SCREAMS)
- They are super predators!

And the Negro's insidious
tactics, under the tutelage

of high-ranking,
blood-sucking Jews,

using an army of outside
northern black beast preda...

What is it?
"Black beast agitat..."

- WOMAN: "Agitators."
- God, watch this! God!

Using an army of outside
northern black beast agitators

determined to overthrow
the God-commanded

and biblically inspired rule
of the white race.

It's an international
Jewish conspiracy.

May God bless us all.

WOMAN:
God bless you, too, sir.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(BIRDS CAWING)

(CLOCK TICKING QUIETLY)

Why weren't you drafted
into the Vietnam War?

I went to college, sir.

How do you feel about Vietnam?

I have mixed feelings, sir.

Would you call yourself
a womanizer?

- No, I would not, sir.
- You frequent nightclubs?

- No, sir.
- CHIEF: Do you drink?

Only on special occasions, sir.

Ever done any drugs?

Only those prescribed
by my doctor, sir.

Well, that's kind of rare

for a young, hip
soul brother like you.

Uh, yes, sir.

But my father
was in the military,

and my parents,
they raised me the right way.

How do you get along
with people, generally?

Sir, they treat me right,
I treat them right.

Like I said before, I was
raised up the right way, so...

I mean, have you ever had
any negative...

What would you do if another
cop called you a nigger?

Or worse.

Would that happen, sir?

Shit...

(CHIEF CLEARS THROAT)

There's never been
a black cop in this city.

Now, if we make you an officer,
you will, in effect,

be the Jackie Robinson of the
Colorado Springs Police Force.

And if you know anything
about Jackie Robinson,

you know he had to take
a lot of, uh, uh, guff

from his fellow teammates,
the fans,

other teams and the press.

I know the Jackie Roosevelt
Robinson story, sir.

Good. So, knowing that,
if somebody calls you a nigger,

will you be able
to turn the other cheek?

(SNIFFS)

If I had to, sir, yes.

Yes, I would.

Son...
the mayor, the chief and I

think you might be the man
to open things up around here.

Chief Bridges will be
your Branch Rickey.

I'll have your back.

But I can only do so much.

The weight of this
is going to be on you...

and you alone.

Thank you for the opportunity,
gentlemen.

- Wow. Cybill Shepherd.
- (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

I loved her
in The Last Picture Show.

Never saw it.

I don't like
black-and-white movies.

So, what do you think?

I think she's
a really good actress.

Oh, come on.
You know you want

- some of that.
- (DOOR OPENING)

MAN:
Looking for a toad here.

- You're up.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

Give me the record
for that toad,

Maurice Smalls.

While you're at it,
grab another toad,

Tippy Birdsong.

T-I-P-P-Y.

(KNOCKING ON GLASS)

Can I help you?

May I have a minute, please?

Sit.

(SIGHS)

Sergeant Trapp, Chief Bridges,

I'll get right to it.

I'd like to be
an undercover detective.

What, like Narcotics?

Whichever department
works, sir.

You just joined the force,
rookie.

I think I can do
some real good there.

- Is that right?
- I'm young.

There's a real niche for me.

Get in where I fit in.

You think a lot of yourself,
don't you?

I'll do whatever it takes.

And I hate the records room.

(CHUCKLING)

Well...

I think records is a good place
for you to start, rookie.

Chief, do you want me
clean-shaven?

I can even chop down
the natural.

No, no, no. You keep it.

I like the look.

I need a file on a toad.

You deaf?

I said I need a file on a toad.

- No toads here.
- Excuse me?

I said I don't have any toads.

I do have human beings.

You give me their names,
I'll get you the file.

I heard you think
you're hot shit,

but you ain't nothing
but a cold fart.

The name is Steven Wilson.

(PHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE)

Was that respectful enough
for you,

Officer Toad?

("OH HAPPY DAY" BY THE
EDWIN HAWKINS SINGERS PLAYS)

♪ Oh, happy day ♪

♪ Oh, happy day ♪

- ♪ Oh, happy day ♪
- ♪ Oh, happy day ♪

♪ When Jesus washed ♪

- ♪ When Jesus washed ♪
- (PHONE RINGING)

- ♪ Oh, when he washed ♪
- ♪ When Jesus washed ♪

♪ When Jesus washed ♪

- ♪ When Jesus washed ♪
- ♪ He washed my sins away ♪

- ♪ Oh, happy day ♪
- (CONTINUES RINGING)

♪ Oh, happy day ♪

♪ Oh, happy day... ♪

- Hello.
- It's Bridges.

You sleeping?

Uh, yeah, Chief.

Um, worked an all-night shift.

I've changed my mind.

You're coming in
a little early today.

I got an assignment for you.

(CLEARS THROAT, COUGHS)

12:00 noon sharp.

Narcotics division.

- Yes, sir.
- Wear street clothes.

Thank you.

♪ He washed my sins away ♪

♪ Oh, happy day. ♪

CP time?

Jimmy, the rookie's late.

You're late, rookie.

Sorry. Won't happen again.

We have limited time,
so I'll be quick.

The black radical,
Stokely Carmichael,

is giving a speech tonight
at Bell's Nightingale.

- Yep.
- Carmichael is a former

high-muckety-muck
with the Black Panthers.

And as far as I'm concerned,
FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover

was dead right when he said
the Black Panthers

are the greatest
internal threat

to the security
of these United States.

This Carmichael joker,

former Panther or not,
well, they say

he is a damn good speaker,

and so we don't want
this Carmichael

getting into the minds
of the good black people

here in Colorado Springs
and stirring them up.

Ron, your assignment is to go
to this speech tonight,

infiltrate this bunch
of subversives

and just monitor
the audience reaction

to Carmichael's speech.

You ready?

Born ready.

I'm not ready.

(RON SIGHS)

Any chance this thing fucks up?

Oh, fuck yeah.

Then what?

JIMMY:
Just stick to the game plan.

Which is?

Uh... improvise.

- Like jazz.
- Like bebop.

- This isn't some big bust.
- (JIMMY SCATTING)

We just want some intel.
That's it.

And what if someone offers you
a marijuana cigarette?

- You mean a joint?
- Yeah.

Mary Jane.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(COUGHING)

Excuse me.

Soul brother,

- I'm already high on life. Can you dig it?
- (LAUGHS)

- It's dug.
- My man.

And if someone
pulls a gun on you?

Will that happen?

- Barrel of a .45 in your face.
- Shit.

Finger on the trigger.
Now what?

Blood, get that gun
out of my face.

Peace, love and soul.

Gun is still in your face.

I de-escalate...
talk calmly, firmly.

Find a way out of there ASAP.

Relax.
We'll be outside listening in.

- Okay.
- Got it?

(SIGHS)

I got it.

I'm gone.

♪ ♪

Here we go.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- We need to take action.
- I can't believe he's here.

I just have so many questions
to ask him.

- But...
- Um...

How are you, uh...

how are you doing
this evening, my sister?

Can we help you?

I'm doing fine, my brother.
(CHUCKLES)

What? We don't know him.

What? Hakeem,
why you dragging me?

It's going to be
an amazing night.

Indeed, it is.

Have you heard Brother Kwame
speak before?

Who?

(CHUCKLES)
Uh, Kwame Ture.

Oh, uh, uh... well,
actually, I haven't, but...

- Okay.
- I didn't realize he changed his name.

(RON CHUCKLES)

Uh, yes, after he moved
to Africa.

- Hmm.
- He took the names

of Kwame Nkrumah of Ghana

and his mentor,
Sékou Touré of Guinea,

to honor the great leaders.

- Well, that is heavy.
- Mm-hmm.

You know how he got
to Colorado Springs?

Yeah, yeah. The, uh, Colorado
College Black Student Union

- invited him.
- Oh, I can dig it.

- I can dig it.
- Mm-hmm.

Are you, uh...
are you part of the Union?

I'm the president.

Really? I'm talking
to the president right now?

Yes, you are.

Right on, sister.

- Well, I bought a ticket.
- Mm-hmm.

May I skip the line since
I'm talking to the president?

There's no cutting in line.

To the back.

RON (OVER SPEAKER):
See you inside?

PATRICE: I'll see you
inside, my brother.

- RON: Mrs. President.
- PATRICE: Right on.

- Ungawa, Black Power!
- (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

The Black Student Union
of Colorado College

is honored to bring
the vanguard of revolutionaries

fighting for the rights

of black people
all over the world.

- (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
- Let's show some black love

to the one and only,
the brother man with a plan

- who is sticking it to the man.
- WOMAN: Right on, right on.

Put your hands together,
my people, for our Kwame Ture.

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE
AND WHISTLING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING
AND CHEERING)

KWAME TURE:
Thank you, Sister Patrice.

- Thank you.
- And the Black Student Union.

I want to thank all of you,

my beloved sisters
and brothers,

for coming out tonight.

- WOMAN: Okay!
- (CROWD MURMURING)

But I'm here tonight
to tell you

that it is time

for you to stop running away
from being black.

- MAN: Boom-shaka-laka!
- (CROWD MURMURING)

It is time for you to stop
running away from being black.

You're college students, right?

- WOMAN: Right on.
- WOMAN 2: That's right.

You should think.

It is time for you
to understand that you,

as the growing intellectuals
of this country,

that you must define beauty
for black people.

- WOMAN: Okay!
- Now, that's Black Power.

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE
AND WHISTLING)

Let me ask you something...
is beauty defined

as someone with a narrow nose?

- CROWD: No!
- Thin lips?

CROWD:
No!

(WHISPERS):
White skin?

- Uh-uh.
- CROWD: Hell no!

- Hell no.
- Hell no!

'Cause you ain't got
none of that.

- WOMAN: No. Okay.
- (LIGHT LAUGHTER)

(APPLAUSE)

Our lips are thick.

- MAN: Yes.
- WOMAN: Yes, they are!

- Our noses broad.
- (MURMURS OF AGREEMENT)

- Our hair is nappy.
- CROWD: Yes!

We are black,
and we are beautiful!

- WOMAN: Yes!
- MAN: Boom-shaka-laka!

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE
AND WHISTLING)

You see,

we want to be so much like
the white people

who oppress us in this country.

- WOMAN: Nope!
- And because they hate us,

and because we are ashamed
of our African heritage,

we then hate ourselves.

- WOMAN: Preach.
- (CROWD MURMURING)

(KWAME TURE CHUCKLING)

Y'all don't hear me tonight.

PATRICE:
We hear you.

Y'all dig Tarzan?

(QUIET MURMURING)

Tarzan.
I'm gonna be honest.

When I was a boy, I used to go
to the Saturday matinees

and watch Tarzan all the time.

- (LIGHT LAUGHTER)
- WOMAN: Okay. - MAN: Yeah, yeah.

And white Tarzan used to
beat up the black natives.

WOMAN:
Mmm. Mm-hmm.

And I would sit there,
yelling, "Kill the beasts!

"Kill the savages.

"Kill them.

Kill them! Kill them!
Kill them!"

But what I was saying was:
"Kill me."

CROWD:
That's right.

It was as if a young Jewish boy
saw Nazis

taking Jews off
to concentration camps

and cheered them on.

Today, I want those chiefs
to beat the hell out of Tarzan

and send his lily white ass
on back to the caves of Europe.

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE
AND WHISTLING)

- MAN: Boom-shaka-laka!
- Right on.

Right on.

But it takes time.

It takes time to become free
of the lies

and their shaming effects
on the black mind.

- WOMAN: Okay.
- It takes time to reject

the most important lie:

that black people
can't do the same things

- that white people do...
- WOMAN: That's a lie.

...unless a white person
helps them.

WOMAN:
Talk about it.

KWAME TURE: Black Power also
means that we must unite.

We must unite,
and we must organize

to form a base to fight racism.

- WOMAN: Okay!
- PATRICE: Yes. Yes.

To fight our oppressors.

The vast majority of Negroes
around this country,

they live
in captive communities.

And they must endure
their oppression

and their conditions,
because and only because

- they are black and powerless.
- WOMAN: Educate. Educate.

And now...

now we are being shot down
like dogs in the streets

by white racist cops.

- (CROWD MURMURING OVER SPEAKER)
- WOMAN: Speak the truth.

KWAME TURE: I said we are
being shot down

in the streets
by white racist cops!

- (CROWD CHEERING, SHOUTING)
- WOMAN: Fuck the police.

We can no longer endure

this kind of oppression
without retribution.

- (APPLAUSE)
- WOMAN: Hell no!

- (CHEERING, WHISTLING)
- WOMAN: No more.

That war in Vietnam,

it is not only illegal;
it is immoral.

- WOMAN: That's right.
- WOMAN 2: Talk about it.

KWAME TURE:
And you know what I tell them?

Hell no... we won't go!

CROWD:
Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no,
we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no,
we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no,
we won't go!

Hell no, we won't go!

Hell no,
we won't go!

- Hell no, we won't go!
- MAN: We ain't going!

I'd rather see a brother

kill a white racist cop
than kill a Vietnamese.

- (CROWD MURMURING OVER SPEAKER)
- WOMAN: Me, too.

KWAME TURE:
Because at least,

if he kills a racist cop,
he is doing it for a reason:

because they are shooting
black people...

- WOMAN: That's right.
- ...in the backs,

in these streets, right here
in this very country.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

- They're killing us like dogs!
- MAN: Boom-shaka-laka!

Right here!

Right here!

I just want to leave you,
uh, in closing

'cause I know it's getting late
and y'all gotta go party.

- I'm sorry, study.
- (LAUGHTER)

- Um... (CHUCKLES)
- WOMAN: We love you!

I just want to leave you,

sisters and brothers,
with these last words.

If I am not for myself,

who will be?

(CROWD MURMURING)

If I am for myself alone,
who am I?

- WOMAN: Right.
- MAN: Hear, hear.

- If not now, when?
- WOMAN: When?

And if not you, who?

CROWD:
Who? Who?

Who? Who?

We need an undying love

for black people,
wherever we may be.

- All power to all the people.
- (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

CROWD: All power
to all the people!

All power to all the people!

All power
to all the people!

All power to all the people!

All power
to all the people!

All power to all the people!

"All power
to all the people."

Pretty powerful stuff.

Incredible words,
Brother Kwame.

- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.

Thank you, brother.
Appreciate it.

Brother...

I gotta ask you something.

Do you really think

war between the black race
and the white race

is inevitable?

Let me tell you.

Arm yourself, brother.

Get ready, 'cause
the revolution is coming.

Pick up a gun and arm yourself,
because trust me, it's coming.

- Thank you for coming tonight.
- God bless you.

You looked great
on that stage tonight.

- Thank you, my brother.
- All right.

I don't know what
you have planned now,

but maybe I can buy you
a drink?

Uh, I, uh...
I gotta make sure Brother Kwame

- is all squared away...
- What?!

...and he gets
to his hotel safely.

(SIGHS) I can dig it.

But, you know, um,
if it's not too late,

maybe I can meet you
at the Red Lantern?

You know where that is?

Mm-hmm.

So I'll see you then.

Damn right. Ye-Yes.

- Cool.
- (PATRICE CHUCKLES)

RON (OVER SPEAKER):
All power to all the people.

♪ ♪

WOMAN:
Hey. How you doing?

- Sorry I'm late.
- Hey.

You won't believe
what happened.

BARTENDER:
What are you having?

Bro Pope, 7 and 7, please.

Pigs pulled us over.

Say what?

I don't want to see nothing

but black asses
and black elbows.

Spread 'em!

You that so-called big-shot
Panther nigger, aren't you?

I heard you was in town,
Stokely.

My name is Kwame Ture.

I don't give two shits

what your nigger name is!

Black bitch,
you get this Black Panther

out of Colorado Springs
before sunrise, you hear me?

- Or you'll all go to jail.
- We were born in jail.

(CHUCKLES)

- Oh...
- Don't touch me!

- Don't touch her!
- Get your fucking hands off of me!

- Get your hands off of her!
- Get your white hands off!

Keep your hands off of her!

Come on, get your hands
off of her!

Get off of me! Get off of me!

- Wait!
- Let her go, man!

You see the officers' names?

I know I should have, but...

the whole thing
was so frightening,

- I didn't.
- Oh.

Come on.

- Let's dance. Follow me.
- Mmm...

Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.

♪ To turn back now ♪

♪ I believe, I believe,
I believe I'm falling in love ♪

♪ It's too late
to turn back now ♪

♪ I believe, I believe
I believe I'm falling in love ♪

♪ I found myself phoning her ♪

♪ At least ten times a day ♪

♪ You know, it's so unusual ♪

♪ For me to carry on this way ♪

♪ I tell you,
I can't sleep at night ♪

♪ Sleep at night ♪

- ♪ Wanting to hold her tight ♪
- ♪ Hold her tight ♪

♪ I've tried so hard
to convince myself ♪

♪ That this feeling
just can't be right ♪

♪ And I'm telling you ♪

♪ It's too late
to turn back now ♪

♪ I believe, I believe,
I believe I'm falling in love ♪

♪ It's too late
to turn back now ♪

♪ I believe, I believe,
I believe I'm falling in love ♪

♪ It's too late ♪

- ♪ To turn back now ♪
- ♪ Mmm, baby ♪

♪ I believe, I believe,
I believe I'm falling in love ♪

♪ It's too late to turn
back now, I tell you ♪

♪ I believe, I believe,
I believe I'm falling in love ♪

- ♪ Oh, I wouldn't mind it... ♪
- (LAUGHING): What?

- (LAUGHING)
- No.

- Come on, you know it, you know it.
- Uh-huh.

♪ But I hate to think
that I'm in love alone ♪

♪ And nothing that I can do ♪

♪ Oh, it's too late
to turn back now ♪

♪ I believe, I believe,
I believe ♪

♪ I'm falling in love... ♪

What was the room like?

Folks were hanging
on every word.

Like a Baptist church
on Christmas Sunday morning.

- BRIDGES: Huh.
- Mm-hmm.

Sounds like he had them
pretty riled up.

RON: But I don't think
that means black folks

were ready to start
the revolution, Chief.

What makes you say that?

Nobody in there
was talking about that.

That wasn't the vibe.
Everybody was cool.

Let me get this straight.

He told a room of black folk
to get ready for a race war.

That they were going to have to
arm themselves and kill cops.

I mean, what about that?

Yeah, he said that, but, Chief,

I think it was just talk,
you know?

Rhetoric.

That's what I thought, too.

- Jimmy?
- Like my partner said.

BRIDGES:
All right, well, thank goodness

Carmichael has left
Colorado Springs.

- Kwame Ture.
- What?

He changed his name

from Stokely Carmichael
to Kwame Ture.

I don't care
if he changed his name

to that draft dodger,
Muhammad Ali.

All right?
He's still dangerous.

(LAUGHTER)

Did you hear the story
Patrice told me?

No, I didn't.

About how the CSPD
pulled over her and Ture?

Patrice... she's the one
from the Black Student Union,

the group that brought in Ture?

Kwame Ture. Correct, sir.

Getting pretty chummy
with her, huh?

No, just doing my job, Chief.
Undercover.

Let's just make sure it ain't
under the cover of the sheets.

I would never jeopardize
a case, sir.

He doesn't know what he'd do.

You're new.

You guys sit tight.

Ron, come with me.

Ron, I'm transferring you
to Intelligence.

What will I be doing there?

Intelligence.

Against my better judgment.

FLIP:
Five, four, three,

- two, one.
- (CLANGING IN TRASH CAN)

Swish!

(PHONE RINGING)

OFFICER:
Police department.

He is at lunch.

Excuse me? Yes, yes.

(LINE RINGS, CLICKS)

MAN (RECORDED):
You have reached

the Colorado Springs chapter
of the Ku Klux Klan.

Please leave a message.

- And God bless white America.
- (BEEP)

Hello.
This is Ron Stallworth calling.

I saw your advertisement in
the Colorado Springs Gazette.

I'm interested in receiving

some reading materials
from you.

My phone number is 103-9994.

I'm very much looking forward
to you returning my call.

(RINGING)

Yeah, who's this?

Ron Stallworth here.

This is Walter
returning your call.

From the Organization.

The Organization?

That's right.

We appreciate your interest.

What's your story?

Well, since you asked...

Since you asked,
I hate niggers.

- I hate Jews.
- Huh?

Spics and Micks.

Dagos and Chinks.

But my mouth to God's ears,

I really hate
those nigger rats.

And anyone else, really,
that doesn't have

pure white Aryan blood
running through their veins.

My sister, Pamela,

she was just recently accosted
by one of those black coons.

Is that so?

Yeah.

Every time I think
about that black baboon

putting his filthy black hands

on her pure-as-
white-driven-snow body...

I mean pure, Walter.

She's a saint. She's an angel.

It makes me want to puke.

You are just the kind of guy
that we are looking for.

Listen, uh, when can you meet?

How about Friday night
after I get off work?

That's a deal, buddy boy.

We'll get right back to you
with the details.

Take care, now.

God bless white America.

Did I just hear you use
your real name?

Oh, motherfucker.

(LAUGHING): Yeah,
motherfucker amateur hour.

FLIP: That's your
real name, right? Isn't...

Isn't it Ron Stallworth?
Right, isn't that

- his real name?
- Can't believe he just said that.

Well, good luck, Ron,
with your new redneck friends.

(LAUGHTER)

They want you to join the Klan?

They want to meet me first.

- They want to meet you?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, well, you probably
shouldn't go to that meeting.

Good call, Sarge.

So you're a crazy
son of a bitch, huh?

We'd have to go to Narcotics,

meaning we'd have to deal
with Chief Bridges.

Yeah, I can't spare the men.

TRAPP: Well, I've looked
over the logs, Chief,

and it seems
you can spare them.

Sergeant Trapp, Ron spoke
to the man on the phone.

All right, when they hear
the voice of one of my guys,

they're gonna know
the difference.

How so, Chief?

You want me
to spell it out for you?

They're going to know
the difference

between how a white man talks
and a Negro.

How exactly
does a black man talk?

TRAPP:
Okay, Ron, what I think

the chief is trying to say...

If you don't mind,
I'd like to speak for myself.

- Thank you, Sarge.
- Sure.

You know what
I'm trying to say.

Chief, some of us can speak
King's English.

Others speak jive.

Ron Stallworth here
happens to be fluent in both.

(SIGHS)

Okay, Ron, how do you propose
to make this investigation?

Well, I've established contact
and created some familiarity

with the Klansman
over the phone.

I'll continue in that role,
but I'll need another officer...

surprise, surprise,
a white officer...

to play me
when they meet face-to-face.

See, that's my point exactly.

Chief, black Ron Stallworth
over the phone,

white Ron Stallworth
face-to-face,

so there becomes
a combined Ron Stallworth.

- Can you do that?
- I believe we can.

With the right white man,
we can do anything.

Anything happens
to one of my men,

there won't be two
Ron Stallworths.

There'll be none.

(QUIET CHATTER)

(DOOR OPENS)

FLIP:
You're late.

Sorry.
It'll never happen again.

Seems like I heard
that one before.

FLIP:
Jimmy, when's the last time

they let a rookie lead
an investigation?

Oh, that's right... never.

(CHUCKLING):
Okay, all right, let's move on.

Let's, uh...
let's go to our bio.

Okay. Ron Stallworth.

I do wholesale manufacturing.

- Whereabout?
- Pueblo.

- What's that commute like?
- Jimmy, I'm glad you asked.

It's a straight shot down I-25.

- Hour, tops.
- It's a long ride.

What do we listen to?

KWYD, Christian talk
in the morning,

although the signal starts
to cut out near Pueblo.

On the way back,
I like to turn it to 102.7

to get my Allman Brothers fix.

Only I have to change it
every time that British fag,

- David Bowie, pipes on.
- JIMMY: Whoa!

I love Bowie.

I mean, who doesn't, right?

Remember, you have to retain

all the information
you share with these guys

so I can be
white Ron Stallworth.

Jimmy, I always wanted
to be black.

All my heroes were black guys.

Willie Mays.

(MAKES WHOOSHING SOUND)
Basket catch.

Wilt the Stilt.

Record hundred points
in one game.

But you know
my absolute favorite?

O.J.

- JIMMY: Heisman pose!
- FLIP: Whew!

- RON: The Juice!
- I love fucking O.J.

Orenthal James Simpson.

- Bet you didn't know that.
- Of course I did.

We as a Negro people
appreciate your love,

but don't share that love
with these guys.

For you, it's the
fucking Osmonds, right?

Hey, I love Marie Osmond.

I get to play you,
but you don't get to play me?

- Jimmy, does that sound fair?
- Fair? - Not to me.

Now, what else?
Wh-Who are you meeting with?

Walter... Breachway.

Become his friend.
Let's get invited back.

Well, look at you.

Okay. Anything else, sir?

I'm on the phone with the Klan.

You meet with them in person.

And?

(SIGHS)

And you need to try
and sound like my voice.

(CHUCKLING):
Oh, boy.

All right. Here.

Me, too?

Yeah. You, too, Jimmy.

- Godfather.
- RON: That's right.

You wanted to be black,
here's your chance.

Lookie here.

Some people say
we've got a lot of malice.

Some say it's a lot of nerve.

Lookie here.

Some people say
we got a lot of malice.

(JIMMY LAUGHS)

- Some... (LAUGHS)
- RON: Come on, come on.

This is life and death here.
Come on.

- Oh, is it?
- Come on.

Some say it's
a lot of nerve. Nerve!

- You want me to do this now?
- Please, now.

For all our sakes,
do it now, please.

Some say it's a lot of nerve.

Let-let it flow, though.
Let it flow.

- I'm flowing.
- Okay. I say we won't quit moving

till we get what we deserve.

I say we won't quit moving...

until we get what we deserve.

We've been buked,
and we've been scorned.

- We've been buke...
- "Buked." Say that.

- What does "buked" mean?
- Disrespected.

You've been disrespected, Flip.

- You.
- Why doesn't he just say that?

We've been buked,
and we've been scorned.

This has got to flow,
from the...

We've been treated bad,
talked about.

We've been buked.
We've been scorned.

- All right, get that shit out.
- We've been treated bad,

- talked about.
- (JIMMY LAUGHING)

Just as sure as you're born,

but just as sure as it take.

Just as sure as you're born,

but just as sure as it take.

Two eyes to make a pair. Huh!

Two eyes to make a pair.

Huh!

Huh!

- Huh!
- Huh!

- Huh! Huh!
- Huh!

Brother, we can't quit
till we get our share.

Brother, we can't
quit till we get our share.

Doesn't make grammatical sense,
but okay.

Say it loud.

I'm black, and I'm proud.

Say it for O.J., Jimmy.
You, too.

ALL: Say it loud.
I'm black, and I'm proud.

Say it loud.

I'm black, and I'm proud.

- That's right. There it is.
- JIMMY: Huh!

I believed you. (CHUCKLES)

Lose that Jewish necklace
around your neck.

Jimmy, it's not
a Jewish necklace.

It's a Star of David.

Okay.

Flip, you're Jewish?

I don't know. Am I?

♪ ♪

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Ron Stallworth?

That's me.

- You must be Walter.
- Name's Felix.

Well, I was told I'd be meeting
a Walter Breachway.

Change of plans, Mac.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

I'm gonna need you
to hop in the truck.

- Okay, well, how about I just follow you in my...
- No can do.

You come with me.

Security.

I'll drive you back.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Come on, let's roll.

♪ Boarded the Greyhound ♪

(PLAYING OVER STEREO):
♪ Alabama bound ♪

♪ I don't stop... ♪

You for the white race, Ron?

Oh, hell yeah.

Been having trouble lately
with these local niggers.

Ah, since the Civil War,

it's always trouble
with niggers.

(FLIP GRUNTS)

Walter said something
about your sister.

Makes me sick.

What are they saying?
They-they saying

- where they're going?
- (SHUSHING)

But it's also,
you know, camaraderie

I'm looking for with the Klan.

What the fuck did you say?

- Camaraderie?
- No, the other word.

The Klan?

Not "the Klan."

It's "the Organization."

The Invisible Empire
has managed

to stay invisible for a reason.

Do not ever use that word.

You understand?

Hey, I over-stand.

Right. You got it.

The Organization.

Check this shit out.

You're never
gonna believe this.

What?

A fucking jig on our bumper.

- Ron, he sees us. Back off.
- Damn!

Let's get ready.

Look under your seat.

- Yeah.
- What?

- Pull it out.
- (FLIP LAUGHING)

(FELIX LAUGHING)

Load 'er up.

Put two in the chamber.

Come on, load it up.

Come on, load it.

Don't be messing with us.

(LAUGHING):
The Organization.

Not so fast, buddy boy.

Hold your horses.

♪ Freedom ride. ♪

♪ We are... ♪

Mmm.

Ron, glad you could make it.

Walter Breachway,
chapter president.

Ron Stallworth. I appreciate
you inviting me out.

Absolutely.
I've been impressed

with our conversations
over the phone.

I think you have a lot
of fine ideas

that could really help
the cause.

Well, I meant
every word I said.

You know, I've had my own share
of run-ins with niggers.

Matter of fact, it's what
led me to the Organization.

- Is that right?
- Oh, it's become my salvation.

See, I was, uh...

shot and wounded
by a couple niggers.

Then my wife was savagely raped
by a whole pack of 'em.

- God.
- That's right, and not a one of them went to jail.

Huh.

Tell you what.

They're taking over.

Hell, it's all you see
on TV anymore.

Niggers selling soap.

Niggers selling toothpaste.

Niggers selling automobiles.

(CHUCKLING):
Everywhere you look,

it's niggers, niggers, niggers.

Yeah, wasn't long ago

them sumbitches
wasn't on no TV.

You're forgetting about
Uncle Ben and Aunt Jemima.

Oh, dang.

- I kind of like them niggers.
- (LAUGHING)

Rice and pancakes.

Hey, uh, my name's Ivanhoe,
by the way.

Hey. Ron.

Hey, all you get now
is how we gotta cater to them.

Now, watch your mouth. Yeah.

Don't say this. Don't say that.

Be nice.

Hell, they ain't even
colored no more.

Negroes. Blacks.

- Afro-Americans now.
- Yeah, fuck it.

Just call them fucking niggers.
Make it fucking simple.

- (CHUCKLES) Niggers.
- OTHERS: Niggers.

That's the right idea.

I've been saying
this stuff for years.

Well, you ain't the only one.

It's good to know
someone else gets it.

So, what kind of stuff
you guys do?

What kind of stuff we do?

We, uh... uh, cross burnings

and marches and stuff
so people don't fuck with us.

I'm tired of niggers
fucking with me.

Well, then you come
to the right place.

Nobody fucks with us.

Now, how much you know
about the history?

Some. I could know more.

We will teach you.

Yeah, this is fixing
to be a big year for us.

How so?

- Boom!
- (CHUCKLING): All right.

We're gonna make fireworks,
aren't we?

All right, all right, Ivanhoe,
shut your dumb mouth.

Ivan, shut the fuck up.

- Burnt ends.
- All right, all right.

That's enough.
Shut your dumb mouth.

Sorry about him.
He drinks too much.

(CHUCKLING):
Doesn't know what he's saying.

Just to be clear, the, uh...

the Organization
is strictly nonviolent.

Oh, nonviolent
like that nigger,

that dead nigger,
Martin Luther Coon.

Yeah, gotcha.

Ron? You mind coming with me?

Yeah, where to?

You undercover or something?

- You ask too many questions.
- WALTER: All right.

Be friendly, now.

This is family. All right?

Let's go.

Congrats.
You passed the mustard.

How about we go and get that
membership process started?

- That's it?
- That's it.

Uh, have a seat.

Go ahead and, uh,
fill these out.

Send 'em to the national
headquarters.

Now, once they send you
your membership card,

you'll be able to participate
in all our programs.

Alcoa can't wait.

(CHUCKLING):
I love those commercials.

Imperial tax
to become a member:

ten dollars for the year,
$15 chapter fee.

Robes and hoods
are not included.

That's extra.

Fucking inflation.

I can't thank
you brothers enough.

This means a lot to me.

Pleasure's all ours.

You're not a Jew, right?
Jews killed Christ.

Are you trying to offend me?

Protocol.

Course I'm no stinkin' kike.

All right, look,
we gotta ask it, is all.

But he's not a Jew, all right?
Satisfied?

S-Smells kosher to me.

Stop fucking around.

I fuck straight.

- Who you fucking?
- Double D!

All right, both of you,
give the man some space.

Jesus Christ.
Let him breathe a little.

Ron, let me buy you a beer.

- Okay.
- Come on.

Sorry about these guys.
They're a little, uh,

too friendly sometimes.

They just get excited.

(RON AND WALTER CHUCKLING)

IVANHOE (CHUCKLING):
Yeah.

WALTER:
What kind of beer you like?

FLIP:
Coors, if you got it.

That was interesting.

Not exactly
the Beverly Hillbillies.

They liked you.

Except for that Felix guy.

Do not ride his bumper
like that.

Two car lengths.

You think he got
a good look at my face?

Probably.

You get the papers?

(LAUGHING):
They want you to join.

Uh, technically,
they want you to join.

Yeah.

Yeah, they want a black man
to join the Ku Klux Klan.

I'd say that's
mission impossible.

- Double success.
- (FLIP WHISTLES)

We're in!

Slow down, brother.
Slow down.

And exactly how much should we
be worried about them?

Enough that we'd like
to dig deeper.

One of the men discussed plans
for a possible attack, so...

I wouldn't give him
that much credit.

These guys like to boast.

What kind of attack?

Uh, Ivan...

Ivanhoe said "boom," mentioned
something about fireworks.

But personally,
I didn't buy it.

I-I doubt they're even capable.

Either way, at this point,
we're looking for full support

from the department
on this, Sarge.

Let's move on
with the investigation.

Let's try to find out if
they are capable of anything.

Okay.

- RON: Thank you, Sarge.
- You got it.

("BRANDY (YOU'RE A FINE GIRL)"
by Looking Glass plays)

When we dropped Brother Kwame
off at the airport,

he told me
that the Black Power movement

needed strong sisters like me
to lead the fight

against capitalist oppression

and the politicians and pigs
who perpetuate it.

His words almost made that
whole pig nightmare worthwhile.

♪ And there's a girl
in this harbor town ♪

♪ And she works
layin' whiskey down... ♪

What's wrong?

What do you mean?

What's wrong?

I don't really use that word.

What word?

"Pigs."

Well, what else
would you call them?

Cops.

Police.

Officers.

A bunch of racist cops
on a power trip.

So, you think all cops
are racist?

It only takes one
to pull a trigger

on an innocent sister
or brother.

Hmm.

Why were you
at Brother Kwame's speech?

- He's got some good ideas.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't agree with all of them,
but he's a smart brother,

definitely worth hearing.

Are you down for the liberation
of black people?

Do we always have
to talk politics?

What's more important?

Do you ever take time off?

- No. It's a lifetime job.
- (RON CHUCKLES)

Sister Angela Davis,
most righteous sister,

can we please spend
some quality time together?

And what did you say
your J-O-B is?

Sister Kathleen Cleaver,
I didn't.

Are you a pig?

Excuse me?

Are you a pig?

You mean a cop?

Are you a cop?

No.

I'm in construction.

But more importantly,
I'm a black man

who wants to get to know
a strong,

intelligent, beautiful sister.

The very one
I'm looking at right now.

♪ But he had always
told the truth ♪

♪ Lord, he was
an honest man... ♪

You dig?

Sure enough.

That's what I'm talking about.
Power to the people.

All power to all the people.

- That's right, sister.
- Right on, right on.

(PHONE RINGING)

- This is Walter.
- Ron here.

This is Ron?

Sorry, your voice sounds
different over the phone.

Uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

My allergies...
allergies acting up again.

I get those all the time.

Listen, wanted to tell you

that it was a real pleasure
to have you swing by.

I think the brothers
really took a liking to you.

I'm honored.

If you're free Saturday,
why don't you swing by Felix's.

You can meet the rest
of the brotherhood, hmm?

- Sounds good to me.
- Well, I will see you then.

(EXHALING RHYTHMICALLY)

I've got a friend.

He, uh, keeps up
with these groups.

He says they're moving away

from the old violent,
racist style.

So, that's what Duke
is peddling now.

It's, uh, becoming mainstream.

- Duke?
- David Duke.

Current Grand Wizard
of the Klan.

But he's always in
a three-piece suit,

never seen in a hood
or robe in public,

and he now goes by
"national director."

So he's clearly got his sights
on higher office.

- Politics? How so?
- Yeah.

Think it's another way
to sell hate.

- Keep going.
- Think about it.

Affirmative action,
immigration,

- crime, tax reform.
- Hmm.

He says no one wants
to be called a bigot anymore.

I guess Archie Bunker
made that too uncool.

So the idea is,
under all these issues,

everyday Americans
can accept it,

support it,
until eventually, one day,

he gets somebody in the
White House that embodies it.

(LAUGHING):
Sarge...

Come on.

America would never elect
somebody like David Duke

president of
the United States of America.

Coming from a black man,
that's pretty naive.

Why don't you wake up?

(BIRDS CAWING)

(TRUCK DOOR CLOSES)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Ron, hi.

I'm Connie, Felix's wife.

It's so nice to meet you.

Oh!

- Want to come right in?
- Sure.

- Do you mind if I, uh, smoke in there?
- Oh, not at all.

I'm telling you,
a war's a-comin'.

That'll be the end
of the purified white race

- as we know it.
- They're right inside.

Just make yourself
right at home.

FELIX: It's time we go
on the offensive.

We gotta make sure
that everybody...

MAN:
Hey, man.

- Hello. Hey, fellas.
- Welcome. Welcome.

This is Ron, everybody.

- Mr. Stallworth.
- All right.

- That's, uh, Mike.
- Hey, Mike. How are you? Ron.

- Scott in the back.
- Ron. How are you.

- Jesup.
- Hey. How are you?

Ron, why don't you have a seat.

CONNIE:
Sorry to interrupt,

but I brought some cheese dip
and crackers.

Would you like some?

- Thanks, honey.
- FLIP: Thank you.

- Walter?
- Make 'em remember

who we are
and what we stand for.

We are the Organization.

- We have to...
- Oh, oh, oh! I read something in The Gazette

that this nigger
named Carmichael held a rally

and that some college
nigger girl

from the Baboon Student Union
was attacking our police.

I mean, this girl is dangerous.

She's like that Commie,
Angela Davis.

And I just... I think we should
shut her mouth.

Here.

I cut the article.

That'll be all.

Love you, sweetie.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Someday,

you're going to need me
to do something for you.

Just wait and see.

And I will be right in here.

- Why don't we, uh...
- (DISHES CLATTER)

...get back to our bread
and butter.

Let's talk about
the next cross burning,

which, Ron, you'll be
lucky enough to attend

if your membership
comes in time.

It'll be a tremendous honor.

- The highest hills get the most eyes.
- Yeah.

Prove you can read.

IVANHOE:
"Friday night last week,

the Colorado College
Black Student Union..."

- Hey, Ron.
- (IVANHOE CLEARS THROAT)

I gotta show you something.

"...hosted a controversial talk
featuring Stokely Carmichael

at Bell's Nightingale
nightclub."

(CONTINUING IN OTHER ROOM):
"Black Student Union."

"Black Student..."
That go together to you?

That sounds
fucking weird to me.

(IVANHOE LAUGHING)

Lookie here.

Wow.

This is really something.

Here's my favorite.

12-gauge.

I call this the Jew Killer.

FLIP: I call it
a Remington Model 1900.

FELIX:
Indeed, it is.

Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT)
We about done here?

We got a few more items
on the, uh...

Not just yet.

Gotta make sure
there's no Jew in him.

All right, now you're just
being offensive.

Okay?
We're talking about someone

who's gonna be our brother
in a few months.

You see a Star of David
around his neck?

Is there a yarmulke
on Ron's head? Hmm?

Just protocol.

My house, my rules.

This way.

Where we going now?

FELIX:
I gotta show you something.

Tough titty.

It's not necessary, Felix.

This is how we lose recruits.

FELIX: You are going to take
this lie detector test.

- Take a seat.
- What is this?

Is this your Jew den?

Is this where you make
your candles,

- you know, and your lampshades?
- (BANGING AT DOOR)

Nah, you're gonna take
this lie detector test.

WALTER:
Open the damn door.

This is some lame bullshit.

FELIX:
Lame or not, you're taking

this Jew lie detector test.

- Sit down.
- Okay, Felix.

Out of respect
for this Organization,

I'll play along with your
little Get Smart bullshit,

but I'm no fucking Jew.

Sit down.

Ask anybody.

They'll say
I'm a real friendly guy.

Thing is, I'm only friendly
to my friends.

Not Jew friendly.

Damn sure not nigger friendly.

- Me, neither.
- Know what I think?

- You think?
- Oh, yeah, I think.

What do you think about?

This Holocaust stuff...

never happened.

That's the biggest
Jewish conspiracy ever.

Eight million Jews killed?

Concentration camps?

Never happened.

Where's the proof?

Are you high?

I don't get high.

I drink.

'Cause I'd say
the Holocaust is one of

the most beautiful things
I've ever seen.

It just makes sense to me.

You have a whole race
of leeches

that you have to get rid of.

So, what do you do?
You starve 'em,

you burn 'em,
you get rid of 'em.

It's like weeding out roots
for the better people.

Haven't you seen the footage?

That's fake.

Jews run Hollywood.

Fucking hell.

Let me see your dick.

FLIP:
You gonna shoot me?

- Put that gun away.
- Sh...

I hear you Jews do something
funny with your dicks.

Some weird Jew shit.

Is your dick circumstanced?

Oh, is that what this is about?

You're trying to see
my big Jew dick,

you fucking faggot.

Who you calling
a fucking faggot, Jew faggot?

(CLUCKS TONGUE)

(DOGS BARKING NEARBY)

Now, put that fucking strap
on your arm.

Put it on your arm!

(GASPING, SCREAMING)

- CONNIE: Felix!
- Connie, what's wrong?

Felix! Felix!

- Connie! Connie, what's wrong?
- Felix! Felix!

- Connie!
- There's a black lawn jockey on our green lawn!

- (PANTING)
- CONNIE: Felix!

FELIX:
I'm coming to you, honey!

- Shit, shit.
- CONNIE: Felix!

- (YELLING)
- (ENGINE STARTS, TIRES SQUEAL)

- (YELLS)
- MAN: Kill that son of a bitch!

- (GUN FIRING)
- (MEN SHOUTING)

Yeah, keep driving,
you black spear chucker,

- piece of shit nigger!
- That son of a bitch!

Fucked up the window, man.

Still want me to take
your Jew detector test?

Everybody back in the house!

Back in the house now!

- MAN: Shit.
- Connie, you okay?

- You okay? Back in the house.
- (CONNIE WHIMPERING)

MAN: That's why
we gotta get stronger.

That's some bullshit!

Back in the house, honey.

MAN: That's what I've been
telling all you boys.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN:
We need more guns!

TRAPP:
Lie detector?

Shots fired?

You fucking kidding me?

It's a goddamn clusterfuck.

You dickheads
are fucking with me.

You're jerking my chain.
You're jerking my chain.

I'm getting a reach-around
from the chief.

It's a big fucking circle jerk!

- That's funny?
- No, sir.

'Cause if Bridges hears
about this,

this whole fucking operation's
going to be closed down.

- (LAUGHING)
- Yeah, that's funny.

And I'm going to be
a fucking school crossing guard

in fucking the ghetto
of Five Points!

I mean, is he gonna hear
about it, Sarge?

Cocksuckers.

Hear about what?

Hey, guys.

Charles, can you
give us five, please?

Sure.

I didn't want to say it
with Trapp,

but that peckerwood
had a gun in my face,

and he was an ass hair away
from pulling the trigger.

- And he didn't.
- But he could have.

And then I would have
been dead.

For what?

Stopping some jerk-offs
from playing dress-up?

- Flip, it's intel.
- Well, I'm not risking my life

to prevent some rednecks

from lighting
a couple sticks on fire.

This is the job.
What's your problem?

That's my problem.

For you, it's a crusade.

For me, it's a job.

It's not personal,
nor should it be.

Why haven't you bought
into this?

Why should I?

Because you're Jewish, brother.

The so-called chosen people.

You've been passing for a WASP.

White Anglo-Saxon Protestant,
cherry pie, hot dog, white boy.

Mmm. It's what some
light-skinned black folks do.

They pass for white.

Doesn't that hatred you've been
hearing the Klan say...

doesn't that piss you off?

- Course it does.
- Then why you acting like

you ain't got skin
in the game, brother?

Rookie,
that's my fucking business.

It's our business.

Now, I'm going to get you
your membership card

so you can go
to the cross burning

- and get in deeper with these guys.
- Okay.

(LIGHTER CLICKS, IGNITES)

- Right, partner?
- (DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(RECORDED): Wake up, white man.
The Negro wants your

- white woman and your job.
- Sorry. I'm sorry. Let me...

- The Jew wants your money, and this you...
- (MUTTERING)

Sorry, who am I talking to?

This is Ron Stallworth calling

from Colorado Springs,
Colorado.

How are you today, sir?

I'm quite well. Thank you.
Uh, what can I do you for?

I-I desperately want
to participate

in my chapter's
honorary events,

but I can't until I receive
my membership card.

Of course that's something
I can help you with.

Great.
Um, who am I speaking with?

This is David Duke.

Did you just say your name
was David Duke?

Last time I checked.

Grand Wizard
of the Ku Klux Klan?

That-that David Duke?

Yes, that Grand Wizard
and national director, yeah.

National director, too, huh?

Yes, you're darn tootin'.
(CHUCKLES)

That's amazing.

I'm honored to be speaking
with you, sir.

I'm not afraid to say it.

I consider you
a true white American hero.

Is there any other kind?

- (DUKE LAUGHING)
- No, sir. (CHUCKLES)

I'm just happy to be talking
to a true white American.

Amen.

It seems like there's less
and less of us

out there these days.

- Mmm.
- Mmm. (CHUCKLES)

Now, about that
membership card...

Yeah, Ron, I understand
the situation.

Uh, we've had some
administrative problems here.

It's caused a little bit
of a backlog.

Tell you what,
I'm gonna see to it personally

that your membership card
is processed,

approved and sent out today.

How's that sound?

Thank you, sir.

I can't express to you
how much this means to me.

Ron, please.
Pleasure's all mine.

Uh, I look forward
to hopefully meeting you

in person one day, and, uh...

well, God bless white America.

- God bless white America, sir.
- Okay, take care.

(LAUGHING)

Excuse me.

Watch where you're going.

You could get hurt like that,
hot shot.

(LANDERS CHUCKLES)

The cop that pulled
Kwame Ture over that night...

was it Landers?

How'd you know?

I can smell 'em
a mile away now.

What, do you got
Smell-O-Vision?

(CHUCKLES) He's been
a bad cop for a long time.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Few years ago,
he shot and killed a black kid.

- Jesus.
- He said he had a gun, but...

he wasn't that type.

Why do you guys tolerate this?

You want to be the guy
that rats him out?

You want to go
to Landers' office now?

'Cause we're a family.

And right or wrong,
we stick together.

That reminds me
of another group.

(GUNFIRE)

(BULLETS CLANGING
ON METAL TARGETS)

- That's a bull's-eye, Ron.
- Ooh.

WALTER: You guys heard about
this Hide N Seek room?

Here, you got a decent bar

turned into a filthy fag bar
overnight.

Fucking fags everywhere
these days.

- They're trying to colonize.
- (LAUGHTER)

You know, first they get
their own bars,

then they want equal treatment.

Forget those fags.

Those guys Army-trained?

A lot of us are, yeah.

Fort Carson myself.

God, I wish I had a scope
on this thing.

Never seen those Macs before.

Steve and Jerry?

Yeah, who are they?

That's classified information.

Hey, Ron.
I want to see what you can do

- with my .45.
- All right.

Yeah, maybe you'll get
that nigger next time.

- Ooh.
- (CHUCKLING)

50 bucks?

- You got it.
- I'll take that bet.

- Fuck, how about ten?
- (LIGHT LAUGHTER)

(BULLETS CLANGING ON TARGET)

Oh! Son of a bitch!

All right, where's my money?

Where'd you learn
to shoot like that?

Not bad. Hot damn.

Well, my old man bought me

a toy cap gun
when I was a kid, and...

- been shooting ever since.
- (LAUGHTER)

That's a hell of a cap gun.

- He can shoot.
- All right, let's go. - Damn.

Pack it up.

Ron Stallworth, motherfucker.

IVANHOE:
Hey, Walter.

Hey, I'm better
than I used to be, right?

- I'm gooder than I was.
- WATER: You're definitely doing

a little bit better, but I
don't think "gooder" is a word,

but you're doing real good.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

RON: And Bernie Casey.

PATRICE: Ooh, Bernie Casey.

RON: Brother's strong.

PATRICE: But Cleopatra Jones is the one.

It's about time
we started seeing

- a strong sister like that.
- Mmm.

RON: Well, Tamara Dobson
did play a cop, right?

PATRICE:
It's a black exploitation film,

which is a fantasy.

Real life's not like that.

Real life is no
Cleopatra Jones or Coffy.

RON: What, you don't
dig Pam Grier?

She's fine as red wine
and twice as mellow.

PATRICE:
Pam Grier is doing her thing,

but in real life, it's just
pigs killing black folks.

What if there was a cop
trying to change that?

From inside?

Yes, from inside.

You can't change things
from the inside.

It's a racist system.

You just give up like that?

No. We fight for what
black people really need...

- black liberation.
- Right, right.

So, can't you do that
from the inside?

No, you can't.
The white man won't give up

his position in power
without a struggle.

(SIGHS) What did Du Bois say
about double consciousness?

Twoness?
Being an American and a Negro?

Two warring ideals
inside one dark body.

That's heavy, Patrice.

I feel that...

like I'm two people
all the time.

But you shouldn't have to be.

We shouldn't have a war
going on inside ourselves.

We should just be black.

We're not there yet, though.

Well, I'm tired of waiting.

I got a serious question
for you.

- Oh, yeah? What?
- Very serious.

Uh-huh.

Shaft or Super Fly?

- What?
- Pick one.

A private detective over a pimp
any day and twice on Sundays.

All right.

Ron O'Neal
or Richard Roundtree?

Richard Roundtree.
Pimps ain't heroes.

Well, Ron O'Neal isn't a pimp,

although he played the hell
out of one.

(SIGHS) That image
does damage to our people.

Geez, it's a movie.
Give it a rest.

I can't let it rest.

You jive turkey.

Who you calling
jive turkey, jive turkey?

I'm calling you a jive turkey.

I got a Tamara roundhouse
coming.

- (LAUGHING): Jive turkey.
- It's coming...

- It's coming around....
- Get out of here with that!

(LAUGHING)

Jive turkey.

♪ Oh, great Googamooga ♪

♪ Can't you hear me
talkin' to you? ♪

♪ Just a ball of confusion ♪

Wrong address.

♪ That's what
the world is today... ♪

Sorry to bother you, sir.

Have a good night.

♪ Tension everywhere,
unemployment rising fast ♪

(LOCK CLICKING)

♪ The Beatles' new record's
a gas, and the only... ♪

(KNOCKING)

FLIP:
Hello?

Hey.

Sorry, had to work late.

How are you guys doing?

Got a beer for you,
Mr. Stallworth. (SIGHS)

- FLIP: Thanks.
- You got a twin.

What?

You got a twin.

Twin what?

A twin twin.

And your twin is a nigger.

Looked in the phone book.

Went over to what I thought
was his place.

I found a nig there.

Well, my number's unlisted.

What address did you go to?

Over on Bluestem Lane.

Bluestem Lane?
No, I live on 21st Street.

What'd I tell you, hmm?
Nothing to worry about.

So, you don't know that nigger?

Oh, that's that nigger
I keep in the woodpile.

- (LAUGHTER)
- FLIP: You're right.

I thought you were talking
about somebody else.

No, I don't.

1813 South 21st Street.

Come by sometime.
We'll have a beer.

FELIX:
And you know what?

That loudmouth
Black Student Union bitch

that's been in the papers
complaining about the police...

she was there.

That fucking cunt?

Like to close those monkey lips
permanently.

Hey, don't say that.

Not until I get her lips
around the head of my dick.

- (IVANHOE CHUCKLING)
- Can we play some goddamn poker now?

Are you done?

Ron Stallworth, you enter...
you entertain me.

Entertain me a lot more

than that one-eyed nigger,
Sammy Davis Jr.

(CHUCKLES)
I'll say that, though.

They can dance. They can dance.

I'll give 'em that.

About all I'll
fucking give 'em.

♪ ♪

We've got active-duty soldiers
from Fort Carson.

Going to C.I.D. with that.

Two mystery boys,
Steve and Jerry.

FLIP: Those are those
fishy Army guys

I was telling you about.

Old Klan crew.

Felix's old Klan crew.

Your buddy.

New Klan Walter.

FLIP: Walter's a general
without an army.

Felix's crew
is stronger than his.

Oh. Of course,
Felix's wife, Connie.

FLIP: It's crazy you've been
talking to David Duke.

RON: My ace boon coon
running partner.

Oh, now that we got this,
though,

Ronny boy, I'm telling you,
we're on a roll, baby.

This is it.

- Holy shit.
- (LAUGHING): Yeah.

FLIP: "Ron Stallworth, member
in good standing for the year.

Knights of the Ku Klux Klan."

That's us.
Stallworth Brothers.

Yeah, well, you don't have
that little psychopath, Felix,

staring at you,
asking where you live.

I'm Jewish, yes,
but I wasn't raised to be.

It wasn't part of my life.

I never...

thought much
about being Jewish.

Nobody around me was Jewish.

You know, I wasn't going
to a bunch of Bar Mitzvahs.

I didn't have a Bar Mitzvah.

I was just another white kid.

And now I'm in some basement
denying it out loud.

(CHUCKLES)

I never thought much about it.

Now I'm thinking about it
all the time.

About...

rituals and heritage.

Is that passing?

Well, then I...
well, then I have been passing.

I don't want that.

- It sounds like they're watching us.
- I don't know.

I was asleep. I don't know.

I don't know what
we're supposed to do.

Look at this bullshit.

RON:
Where'd you find these?

Plastered all over
my windshield,

but they're all over
the neighborhood, too.

Is this real?

Real as can be.

Intimidation?

Clearly, this is about the
Black Student Union and you.

- Me?
- Well, you've been outspoken

about the incident
with the police

when Brother Kwame was here.

So, next, they'll have
a burning cross out front?

All right, they're just
trying to get to you.

Intimidate, like you said.
Fear tactics.

If you don't let 'em scare you,
they got nothing.

But keep your eyes open.
Be cool, okay?

That's the damn problem.

We always too cool.

Way too cool.

Well, maybe we should
call the police.

How we know this ain't
some of the KKK's

honky-pig partners
passing out this shit?

Let me ask you... Excuse us.

- Let me ask you something.
- Excuse us for what?

"Cool." Want me to be cool?
I'll be cool.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

♪ ♪

IVANHOE: And it also safeguards
against the CSPD,

which is nice.

FLIP:
Yeah.

Yeah, you soak the wood
in kerosene and...

light a cig
on a pack of matches.

It kind of buys you some time
to get the fuck out

before the cross catches fire.

Yeah.

Must be quite a sight.

Oh, yeah, it is.

It's great.

It's a real bonfire.

You can see it from miles away,
you know?

Good visibility, as Walter
would say. (CHUCKLES)

Freaks out the Jew media,
and it...

well, it keeps niggers
on their nigger toes.

(SIREN WAILING)

Oh, look at that.
Damn, there's another one.

The pigs are...
pigs are out tonight, yeah.

Good job.
Send another one.

Lot of these guys in the Army?

Uh, we got a couple.

We got... got a few
on active duty, yeah.

I just finished
my second tour in 'Nam.

- No shit.
- Yeah.

- IVANHOE: My guy.
- (SIREN WAILING)

Hey, Ron, do you happen
to know anything about C-4?

You being in the military
and all?

Enough to make shit blow up.

DUKE: ...program dares
to love white people,

white heritage
and white freedom.

This program also dares
to expose

- the Jewish supremacism...
- Here come my boys.

Here come the cavalry.

DUKE: ...and the criminal
banking establishment.

These criminal bankers,
the criminal Fed,

the establishment is...

They're ethnically
cleansing our people,

not only in the United States.

Not only in
the United States.

The only... the only thing

that we hear today
from politicians...

Y'all, cross burning is off.

Too many cops, goddamn it.

DUKE: "Right,
thank you, black people.

I love black people."

And, of course,

every politician...
every politician

has to talk and genuflect

to the real rulers
of our society and say,

"I want to thank
the Jewish people.

I love the Jewish people."

And: "The Jewish people
are always our friends

"no matter what they do,

"no matter how much
they destroy our country.

"It's just wonderful.

You know, we just love
the Jews."

- (ENGINE STARTS)
- And no senator or congressman

would dare get up and say,
"I love white people.

"I love white heritage.

"I love my people,
and I love the culture

- "that was created in Europe.
- (ENGINE STARTS)

"And this great Western,
Christian civilization.

"I want to see that persevere.

You know, I want to see that
be enriched."

A lot of people think
I hate Negroes, but I don't.

And the Organization doesn't,
either.

They just need to be
with their own.

That's what Pinky would say.

(CHUCKLING): Pinky didn't mind
segregation one bit.

She just wanted to be
with her own kind.

Sounds like she was
a Mammy to you.

You ever seen
Gone with the Wind?

Pinky was my Hattie McDaniel.

She won the Oscar
for that role.

You know,
Best Supporting Actress, so...

You were Scarlett,
and she was Mammy.

(CHUCKLING):
That's right.

- Right.
- That's funny.

When she passed, it was like...

Well, it was like we lost
a member of the family.

A good nigger
is funny like that.

In that sense,
they're like a good dog.

They get real close to you,
and as soon as you lose 'em,

it just breaks your heart.

That's well said, Ron.

- I knew a coon once.
- Did you?

Yeah, that Negro lived
across the street from us.

I must have been...

six or seven.

His nickname
was Butter Biscuit.

(LAUGHING)

How'd he get that nickname?

He loved his mama's
butter biscuits.

(LAUGHS)

Yum, yum. (LAUGHS)

Me and Butter Biscuit
played together every day.

One day, my father
came home early from work.

He told me I couldn't play
with that little spook anymore

because I was white

and Butter Biscuit
was a nigger.

(LAUGHING)

That's so rich.

Well, your father sounds
like a terrific man.

He was a true American.

Taught me what was right.

This is why we need
more people like you and me

in public office...
get this country back on track.

Amen.

For America to achieve its...

uh, its greatness again.

Absolutely.

Boy, I sure wish we had
a chance to chat face-to-face.

In due time, my friend.

In due time,
I will be in Colorado Springs

for your initiation.

You're coming
to Colorado Springs, sir?

You bet your
Mayflower Society ass I am.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

You're darn tootin'.

♪ ♪

All right, I pulled the
materials that you asked for.

- Okay.
- So you just move it around

like this to see the images.

Once you try it, I think
you'll get the hang of it.

- Okay? Got it?
- Thank you.

Okay, I'll be at the desk
if you need anything.

Okay. Thank you.

WALTER:
Thanks for getting back to me.

Listen, I think

we need a new leader.

Someone everyone
can unite behind.

I just don't think
I'm gonna carry the votes.

Felix would love
to be the one, but...

I can't let that happen.

(CHUCKLES)

He's a crazy son of a bitch.

Goddamn... loose cannon.

No, we need someone articulate,
someone...

someone who displays
real leadership qualities.

(INDISTINCT ARGUMENT
IN OTHER ROOM)

I think it should be you.

I gotta think about this.

My father, he's sick,
and he lives in El Paso.

I don't know
if I can handle both.

Sorry to hear that.

Think about it.

You're a smart
and diligent man,

and I've got no doubt
that you could handle it.

(INDISTINCT ARGUMENT
CONTINUES IN OTHER ROOM)

(SIGHS)

WALTER: I think it's time
we get some new blood in here.

- Yeah?
- New ideas.

For that reason,
I'm planning to step down

as your president.

But I would like to make
a nomination.

Mr. Ron Stallworth
for chapter president.

We just met this guy.

He just walked in
off the street.

Let me ask a question.

Is there anybody here
who's willing

to put their neck
on the line for Ron?

I'll vouch for Ron.

You know who else
vouches for Ron?

Mr. Duke.

Look, it's a big honor,
but I-I can't accept.

The trouble is,
what you good men need

is a president
who will be constant.

On call day in, day out.

My old man is sick.
I just found out.

So I'm going to be back and
forth between here and Dallas.

El Paso, Flip, El Paso!

Thought it was El Paso.

It is. What did I say?

- Dallas.
- Which one is it, Ron?

Make up your mind.

Dallas is where the layover is.

El Paso is where my father is.

Dallas, that's, uh...
that's where they killed

- that nigger lover, Kennedy.
- (LAUGHTER)

Where you learned that?

I-I can read. I can.

Well, we'll pray
for your pop's health.

It's him.

DUKE (OVER PHONE):
Hey, Ron, I don't share this

- with a lot of people, but...
- Yeah.

Well, I'm anxious to meet you.

Excited to meet you, too, Ron.

Aren't you ever concerned

of some smart-aleck nigger
calling you,

- pretending to be white?
- (CHUCKLING)

No. I can always tell
when I'm talking to a Negro.

How so?

Take you, for example, Ron.

Me?

Yeah.

I mean, I can tell
that you're a...

pure Aryan white man

from the way you pronounce
certain words.

(RELIEVED SIGH)

Can you give me any examples?

Yeah, take the word...

uh, "are."

Pure Aryan like you or I

would pronounce it correctly.
"Are."

Negro pronounces it "are-uh."

Did you ever notice that?

It's like, "Are-uh...

"you gonna fry up that...

crispy fried chicken,
soul brother?"

- (SPUTTERS, LAUGHS)
- DUKE: You know?

(LAUGHING):
Sorry.

Wow.

You are so white.

Thank you for teaching me
this lesson.

If you had not brought it
to my attention,

I wouldn't have noticed
the difference

between how we talk
and how Negroes talk.

Good, good.

- (STAMMERS)
- Yeah.

I'd love to continue
this conversation

in Colorado Springs.

It's beautiful here, sir.

God's country.

Well, that's what I hear, Ron.

I look forward to meeting you,
and, uh...

we'll be talking real soon.

God bless White America.

- (RINGING)
- (LAUGHS) Come back.

- Oh, my God.
- Who are you giving the finger?

Hello?

It's Felix.

FELIX:
Catch you at a bad time?

RON:
No, not at all.

I'm just finishing a meal.

(MAKES CHEWING
AND SLURPING SOUNDS)

Meeting... my house now.

Ron, get your ass in gear.

And don't tell
mealymouth Walter.

Welcome to the promised land.

(WHISTLES)

In about a week's time,

we'll be welcoming
Mr. David Duke to our city.

- Oh, oh, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

- Who's packing tonight?
- (OTHERS MURMURING)

- I'm packing.
- (LAUGHTER)

MAN:
Amen.

Where's your piece, Ron?

Well, you know, I don't
carry it on me all the time.

(IVANHOE LAUGHING)

"Don't carry."

No, that...

I got you covered.

Won't happen again.

We're gonna need your good shot
come next Sunday.

Why? What's next Sunday?

The war is gonna come to us.

Well, fuck yeah.

Looks like we got ourselves
another soldier.

FELIX: Just make sure that when
you're at the steakhouse,

you got your new friend
with you.

IVANHOE:
And, Ron,

you're gonna want
to name your piece.

This is Betsey.

- Don't point that at me. Jesus Christ.
- I'm sorry.

Don't fucking point the gun
at anybody ever.

I know what I'm doing.
I know how to use this thing.

(IMITATES GUNSHOT, CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHTER)

- Honey.
- Mm-hmm?

Do you ever have
second thoughts?

About what?

Killing 'em.

Never think twice
about killing niggers.

You won't be able
to take it back, though.

They're the first
of many niggers

- that must die, honey bun.
- I know. It's just...

becoming so real.

I always thought
it would be like a dream.

I know.

It's just so beautiful.

We're cleansing this country

of a backwards race
of chimpanzees.

First the spooks.

Then the kikes.

Free at last, free at last.

Thank God Almighty,

- free of them niggers at last.
- (LAUGHING)

I love it
when you do that, honey.

(BOTH SIGH)

We've talked about
killing niggers

for so many years,
and now it's really happening.

FELIX:
Hmm.

My old man always told me

good things come
to those who wait.

CONNIE:
Mmm!

Thank you for bringing me
into your life.

For loving me like you do.

For giving me a purpose,
direction.

This could be
the new Boston Tea Party.

Oh...

(QUIET CHATTER, TYPING)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Mr. Stallworth.

Pleased to meet you.

Names of chapter members?

What is this about?

Two names on your list
work at NORAD.

The two mystery men,
Steve and Jerry?

Real names are Harry Dricks
and Kevin Nelson.

Two clowns with top
security clearances.

These Klansmen are in charge
of monitoring our safety.

You've done a service
to your country.

We've been following
your investigation.

Impressive.

Last night,
Fort Carson reported

several C-4 explosives
missing from their armory.

- No suspects.
- Klan?

Wait, the KKK
and the United States Army?

You won't see this on the news
for obvious reasons, but...

thought it might be
of interest to you.

If you know
about a possible attack,

I need to know when.

You're the one with
the impressive investigation.

But can't you
or the FBI chip in?

Sir?

FBI?

Federal Bureau
of Investigation?

We never had this conversation.

You can hate me all you want,
all right?

Just promise me you won't go
to that protest.

I'm going. We're going.

Wh-What are you talking about?

I can't get into specifics,

but today the Klan
is planning an attack.

Then we have to tell
the people.

It's not an option.

CROWD (CHANTING):
Ungawa, Black Power!

What's wrong with you?

No one else can know while it's
an active investigation.

Active investigation?

And pray tell,
how do you know that?

Are you a pig?

No.

Wh-What are you, then?

CROWD:
Ungawa, Black Power!

Ungawa, Black Power!
Ungawa, Black Power!

Want to sit?

No. I'll stand.

Ungawa, Black Power!
Ungawa, Black Power!

I'm an undercover detective.

I'm investigating the Klan.

Fucking KKK?

Ron Stallworth, you lied to me.

Is that even your real name?

Ron Stallworth
is my first and last name.

Look, today is not the day,
Patrice.

I take my duties
as the president

of the Black Student Union
seriously.

Well, how much good did it do?

You could sit in the middle
of Nevada Avenue,

light yourself on fire,
the KKK will still be here.

Well, at least I would be
doing something, unlike you.

- Unlike me?
- Yeah.

Don't think, just because
I don't wear a black beret

or a black leather jacket,
black Ray-Bans,

screaming, "Kill Whitey,"

that I don't care
about my people.

The night we saw
Brother Kwame speak,

were you undercover then, too?

That's not fair.

- You have to understand...
- Answer the question.

Were you undercover
the night we met?

Yes or no?

Ron Stallworth,
are you for the revolution

and the liberation
of black people?

I'm an undercover detective for
the Colorado Springs Police.

It's my J-O-B.
That's the truth.

House niggers said they had
a J-O-B, too.

You disgust me.

My brother,
you need to wake up.

Ungawa, Black Power!
Ungawa, Black Power!

FLIP:
Are you fucking kidding me?

You don't cross those lines.

This is about an investigation,
not a relationship.

Hate to break that blue wall
of silence.

Nice one.

- Is Patrice really in danger?
- Maybe.

PATRICE AND CROWD:
Ungawa, Black Power!

Ungawa,
Black Power!

Ungawa, Black Power!

Ungawa,
Black Power!

Ungawa, Black Power!

- It's off.
- (DOGS BARKING NEARBY)

(SIGHS)

Yep.

You'll know soon enough.

What?

Felix just said the march
has been canceled.

Why?

Could be all the death threats.

No, they're used to that.

And there's been nothing more
about the explosives?

No.

Fuck it.

We get 'em on weapons charges

and stop them
from doing anything that way.

Then what?
You know, misdemeanor at best.

- Then they walk.
- I have a special assignment for Ron.

Ron already has an assignment.

Yeah, what could be
more important

than preventing an attack, sir?

We have
very credible threats

against David Duke's life.

So, Ron, I am assigning you
security detail

- for David Duke.
- What?

With all due respect, sir,
I don't think

this is a wise decision,
given the situation.

Who cares what you think?

Duke needs protection.

There's no one else available.

Nut-cracking time.

Put aside
your personal politics.

Chief, it's not about that,
and you know it.

David Duke and Ron
have been talking

on the phone several times.

If he recognizes his voice...

If-if... if-if any
of the Klansmen do,

it'll compromise
our entire investigation.

- It's too dangerous.
- Correct me if I'm wrong,

but didn't you boast to me
that you were fluent

in both English and jive?

Do you remember that?

Answer the chief.

Oh, shut the fuck up, Landers.

You know, you've been trying
to sabotage me since day one.

Why are you getting
so worked up, boy?

- Hey, Ron!
- Hey, Ron, come on.

- Ron, Ron, no! Ron!
- It's not worth it.

- Okay, okay, all right.
- Just...

- Go, go, go.
- Stay put.

- Ron, whoa, whoa!
- What the fuck is that?

Gotta bring something
to get something, Landers.

LANDERS:
Eat a white dick!

You let him
get to you that easy?

You don't have a shot
with David Duke.

First, the primary target.

Felix says you're doing it.

So all you have to do

is set the pocketbook
on the front porch,

the back porch, a sidewalk.

Doesn't matter.

As long as it's against
the building,

you can plant it anywhere.

I got enough C-4 here
to take out the whole thing.

Be careful.

- You understand?
- I understand.

All you have to do when you
placed it... Hey, sweetie.

You listening?
All you have to do

when you placed it
is flip the switch.

Flip the switch.

That's it.

You got it?

Miss Black Student Union Bitch

is bringing in
some old coon to speak.

Place should be packed.

So, Brother Walker,
nothing but rubble.

And barbecued niggers.

(IVANHOE GUFFAWING)

And what happens
if that don't work?

Plan B.

Can you handle it, honey?

You can count on me.

I've been waiting
to do my part.

IVANHOE:
Oh, sweet as candy.

Ah, look at the lovebirds.

Can I feel the C-4?

No C-4 for you.

You'll blow us all the fuck
up to kingdom come.

♪ ♪

(QUIET, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- MAN: What is this black...?
- MAN 2: Out here with

- the great David Duke.
- Look at this fucking guy.

How's he getting away
with that?

RON:
Mr. Duke's security detail.

- What?
- Fuck this guy.

Mr. Duke. I'm a detective

from the Colorado Springs
Police Department.

I'm here
to keep you safe today.

I'm sorry, have...
have we met before?

Mm-mm.
You may know that there's

several credible threats
against your life.

How's it going out here?

There have been threats
on my life,

and this is the detective

they've assigned
as my bodyguard.

Mr. Duke, I don't agree
with your philosophies.

However, I'm a professional,

so I will do everything
within my means and beyond

to make sure you're safe.

Okay, I appreciate
your professionalism.

Allow me, sir.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Right this way, sir.
- Walt.

- Bro.
- Sir.

How are you?

Sorry for all the extra
security today.

Can't be too careful.

MAN: Yeah, I know.
We have a strong, strong...

Hey, fellas.

MAN:
Yeah, like you were saying,

uh, last week
on the phone, uh...

WALTER:
Well, Mr. Duke.

I would like you to meet
our newest recruit,

Ron Stallworth.

Ron Stallworth,
it is a pleasure

to finally meet you in person.

Same. Same. You as well.

This is our brother, Jesse.

- I'm Jesse.
- Hey, Jesse.

- Ron.
- Uh, Ron, yeah. (CHUCKLES)

- I've heard so much about you.
- Oh, okay.

FLIP: I didn't realize
how nervous I was gonna be.

- (LAUGHTER)
- DUKE: Oh!

Oh, that's all right.

What's that doing here?

Uh, that's the fucking cop
they got to guard Mr. Duke.

Isn't that the living shit?

DUKE:
Gentlemen...

it's time.

- Ron, why don't you follow me?
- Okay.

Ah-ah-ah-ah.

Let's go. Let's go.

(QUIET, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You stay right here.

You hear?

(EXHALES)

(MOANING):
Ah...

God, America's going to hell
in a handbasket.

(BELLS CHIMING)

JEROME TURNER: That started out
as a nice spring day

back there in Waco, Texas.

May 15, 1916.

Jesse Washington...

...was a friend of mine.

He was 17.

I was 18.

We kind of looked at Jesse
and called him slow.

(LIGHT LAUGHTER)

Today...

you'd call him
mentally retarded.

They claimed Jesse...

raped and murdered
a white woman

by the name of Lucy Fryer.

They put Jesse on trial,

and he was convicted
by an all-white jury

after they deliberated
for only four minutes.

(GASPING, MURMURING)

My brothers in Christ,

Nobel Prize recipient,

co-creator of the transistor

and a dear,
dear friend of mine,

Dr. William Shockley,

whose groundbreaking
scientific work

ushered in the computer age,

has proven, through his research
with eugenics,

that each of us here
has flowing through our veins

the genes of a superior race.

It's a fact.

It's a fact.
It can't be disputed.

Today, we celebrate that truth.

Masks off, hoods on.

I was working across the street
at the shoeshine parlor.

And after the verdict,

a mob grabbed Jesse,

put a chain
around his neck and...

(CROWD GASPING, MURMURING)

...dragged him out
of the courthouse.

Oh, my God.

I knew I had to hide.

That way.

Be careful, brother.

Well, all right.

TURNER:
Where I was, the shoe parlor

had a window up in the attic.

And I could see the crowd.

They marched Jesse
through the streets.

- They stabbed him and beat him.
- (CROWD MURMURING, GASPING)

And finally, in a bloody heap,

they held him down
in the street...

...and cut off his testicles.

(CROWD GASPING, MURMURING)

God...

give us true white men.

The Invisible Empire
demands strong minds,

great hearts, true faith,

clean and ready hands.

Men who have honor.

Men who will not lie.

Men who can stand
before a demagogue

and damn his treacherous
flatteries without blinking.

God, give us real men.

Courageous men
who flinch not at duty.

Men of dependable character,
men of sterling worth.

Then wrongs will be redressed,
and right shall rule the Earth.

God, give us true white men.

Ron Stallworth.

Rise.

Step forward.

The police
and the city officials

were out there watching him.

- They cut off his fingers.
- (GASPING, MURMURING)

And threw coal oil
all over his body.

They lit a bonfire

and raised him and lowered him

over these flames

over and over and over again.

DUKE:
Ron Stallworth,

are you a white,
non-Jewish American citizen?

Yes.

Yes... what?

Yes, I am a white,

non-Jewish American citizen.

Are you in favor
of a white man's government

- in this country?
- Yes.

Ron Stallworth, are you willing
to dedicate your life

to the protection,
the preservation

and the advancement
of the white race

in mind, in body

- and in spirit?
- Yes.

Be seated.

The mayor had a photographer
by the name of Gildersleeve.

He came and took pictures
of the whole thing.

(CROWD MURMURING QUIETLY)

Those pictures were later sold
as postcards.

(CROWD GASPING, MURMURING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

DUKE:
Remove your hood.

TURNER: They put Jesse's
charred body into a bag.

DUKE:
Remove your hood.

TURNER:
Dragged him through town.

DUKE:
Remove your hood.

TURNER:
They sold the remains.

DUKE:
Remove your hood.

- TURNER: As souvenirs.
- (GASPING, MURMURING)

DUKE:
Remove your hood.

TURNER: Lot of good white folks
just stood there

like it was
a Fourth of July parade.

(CROWD MURMURING)

They even let the children
out of school

on lunch hour.

DUKE:
Remove your hood.

TURNER:
And all I could do was to...

watch and hope

they wouldn't find me.

(FOOTSTEPS)

- Come.
- (CHEERING)

Welcome your brethren

who have been baptized
by the light.

- Please.
- CONNIE: Oh, my God!

DUKE:
Let's give them some applause!

One of the reasons
they had done that to Jesse

was a movie

- called Birth of a Nation.
- (SCATTERED MURMURS)

It had come out
the year before,

and it was so powerful

that it gave the Ku Klux Klan
a rebirth.

- (DRAMATIC PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
- CONNIE: Oh, God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. No!

No!

(CROWD JEERING)

CONNIE:
Oh, look at that one!

Oh, he's disgusting. Oh!

Oh, those poor women.

Don't you do it! Oh!

- Why?
- No.

No. Oh!

The ingenuity of white women!

(CLAPPING, JEERING)

(CONNIE LAUGHING)

CONNIE:
Oh!

TURNER: Today, they would call
that kind of movie

a blockbuster.

Everybody saw it.

CONNIE:
That's disgusting.

Even the president
of the United States,

Woodrow Wilson,
showed it at the White House.

(GASPING, MURMURING)

And he said that it was

"history written
with lightning."

- (LAUGHTER)
- MAN: What... what is really...

CONNIE: "Dem free-niggers
f'um de N'of am sho' crazy."

Oh, look at that
little pickaninny.

(LAUGHING)

Watch, watch. They're gonna
scare the pickaninnies.

MAN:
Get out of there!

- Move. Move.
- Get out of there!

(SHOUTING, CLAPPING)

The inspiration!

(LAUGHING, CHEERING)

(RAUCOUS CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

MAN:
Get 'em out of there!

- Go get 'em!
- Go!

CONNIE:
Go get 'em!

- "The trial."
- MAN: Hey!

- Send him to hell!
- String him up!

CONNIE:
String him up!

Guilty!

Get him on that horse.

Get him up! String him up!

(CHEERING)

- Yeah!
- (WHOOPING, CHEERING)

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
CONTINUE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CHANTING): White power!
White power! White power!

White power! White power!
White power!

That's why we're here today.

In the name of Black Power.

- CROWD: Yes.
- Black Power. Black Power.

(CHANTING):
Black Power! Black Power!

Black Power! Black Power!
Black Power!

Black Power!

Black Power!

(CHANT FADES):
Black Power...

I'd like you to do me
a favor and...

just look around.

That's right.
Everyone just look around.

Today, we are privileged...

to be among white men.

And white women. (CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHTER)

Such as yourselves.

Real warriors.

For the real America.

The America that our ancestors
fought and died for.

(CROWD MURMURING)

The true white American race.

The backbone from whence came
our great Southern heritage.

(CROWD MURMURING IN AGREEMENT)

And I want to thank you.

MAN:
Jesus Christ.

I want to thank you so much

for never putting
your country second.

MAN:
That's right.

- America first.
- GROUP: America first.

America first.

ALL:
America first! America first!

America first! America first!
America first!

America first!
America first! America first!

America first!

America first! America first!

- America first!
- (APPLAUSE)

Ain't this a bitch.

If I would have known
this was a Klan meeting,

I wouldn't have taken
this motherfucking gig.

Goddamn.

Right on, right on.

All right, now, when are
you boys gonna invite me

- down to Louisiana? Hmm?
- (CHUCKLES)

- We'd certainly love to have you.
- Mmm.

Still a lot of work to be done.
I mean, you've done

a great job whipping up
this chapter, but...

Well, I could do a great job
on a national level.

Excuse me.

Walter, may I?

Behave yourself.

Mr. Duke,
I just want to say how...

honored my wife, Connie,
and I are

for being in your presence.

What's your name, friend?

Felix.

Felix, the pleasure's all mine.

We'd love to have you out at
the house for dinner sometime.

We Coloradans can cook
just as good

as those Cajun ladies
you got down there.

- All right, now, Connie.
- (LAUGHTER)

We're on a very tight
schedule here,

but you made a mistake.
Next time I'm in town,

- I'm gonna hold you to that, okay?
- Oh. (LAUGHS)

CONNIE:
Oh, I see Susie.

I'll be back in just a second.

Hey.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

- Is this your wife?
- MAN: Yep.

- Hey. Ron. How are you?
- WOMAN: Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Never seen you
dressed up before.

It's a pleasure
to meet you, Felix.

- You have a fantastic night.
- Oh, thank you.

Amer... America first.

Hey, Ron, how you doing?

- I'm good, I'm good.
- Good.

- He's a cop.
- Who?

- That guy.
- Ron?

- No, the other guy.
- Ron's a cop?

His name is Phillip,
but his nickname is Flip.

- Who's Phillip?
- Who's Ron? That's Phillip.

- What the fuck are you talking about?
- That guy.

That's the cop that sent me
to the fucking big house

for armed fucking robbery.

His fucking name is Phillip.
Phillip Zimmerman.

- What's his name?
- Phillip Zimmerman.

How many times
I gotta fucking tell you?

Isn't that a fucking Jew name?

You can't go by that.

Jews change their name
all the time to non-Jew names.

I mean,
they killed Jesus, right?

Ron Stallworth
is a fucking Jew.

Could've been worse.

How so?

Could've been a nigger.

Yeah.

DUKE:
They built this stuff out of...

Uh, it starts to dissolve.

It wasn't water, you know.

The beads take the...

He is a nigger.

Who?

That cop guarding Duke.

Zimmerman's using his name.

I guess I could use mops.

Shall we tell the Grand Wizard?

No, no, no. Not yet.

I'll find the moment.

Okay.

Fucking Jew.

MAN: Yeah, I know. We have
a strong future in America.

DUKE:
I'm so glad I made this trip.

- With all these chapters...
- Well, that's what we

- have to work on.
- Uh, excuse me, gentlemen.

Hi. (CHUCKLES)

Uh, Mr. Duke...

favor to ask.

Nobody's gonna believe me
when I tell them

that I was your personal
bodyguard today.

Care to take a Polaroid
with me?

I don't know.
Do those cool shades come off?

Oh, yes, sir, they do.

- Okay.
- There we go.

Hey, Jesse. Let's do this.
It'll be right.

- Oh.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Who should, uh...
- Oh, what...

- Uh, what's his name?
- Uh, Ron.

- Uh, Stallworth.
- RON: Ron. Ron, sir.

Can you take this picture
of us, please?

All right, don't touch me.

Great.

- All right.
- All right.

Thank you so much.
Thank you.

Here we go. One.

Two. Three.

- (CAMERA CLICKS, WHIRS)
- DUKE: Jesus H. Christ!

(CHUCKLES)

What did you just do, boy?

(CHUCKLING):
I mean...

What the hell did you just do?

Sir, if you lay a finger on me,
I'll arrest your ass

for assaulting
a police officer.

(DUKE CHUCKLING)

That's worth about five years
in prison.

Try me.
See if I'm playing.

Why don't you come down
to Louisiana sometime?

See how we play.

Boy, you better get your
nigger ass out of here now.

Mm-hmm.

- America first.
- (DUKE CHUCKLES)

Excuse me.

May I? Thanks.

- WALKER: You ready?
- CONNIE: What, now?

WALKER:
Don't be nervous.

- CONNIE: Okay.
- FELIX: I'm leaving.

- WALKER: Remember what we talked about.
- CONNIE: Okay.

Come here.

Now you may do your job.

- Okay.
- Nice and easy does it.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

♪ ♪

Attention, all units.

Be on the lookout
for a brown truck

with a "white pride"
bumper sticker.

License plate: KE4108.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

FLIP: Kills this big rat
in the back of our backyard.

And I actually start to like

the fucking thing
for the first time.

I shit you not,
three days later,

this little Girl Scout
comes to our door...

- Ron, hmm?
- (FLIP STAMMERS)

I believe you know my friend.

Who's your friend?

Hey.

No, sorry, I don't think
we've met before.

Ron Stallworth.

Yeah? It's been
a few years, right?

- Been a few years?
- Yeah.

No, I'm sorry.
I don't think I can place you.

Did you two go to school
together?

No. I went to private school.

Leavenworth, Kansas.

Isn't that where
the federal penitentiary is?

Matter a fact, it is.

You know something about that.

- Don't you, Flip?
- Flip?

MAN:
Excuse me, gentlemen.

There is an emergency
phone call

in the hallway
for a Felix Kendrickson.

I'll be right back, Flip.

(QUIET CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

Hello?

- (SIREN WAILING)
- CONNIE: Felix.

Jesus, they've got cops
everywhere.

Somebody tipped them off.

Oh, God, there's another one!

Calm down, baby.

We planned for this, all right?

We'll go to plan B, okay?

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay, plan B.

All right, baby?

You can do it.

I'll be right there.

All right.

Remember when you said,

one day,
I'm gonna need your help?

This is it, baby.

I love you, honey bun.

I-I love you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN:
I can make America great again.

- MAN 2: Oh, yeah.
- MAN 3: We need lawyers,

we need doctors, and we need...

(CONVERSATIONS
CONTINUE INDISTINCTLY)

WALKER:
Excuse me, Mr. Duke.

(QUIET, INDISTINCT
CONVERSATIONS)

Let's go.

MAN: Good talker.
He's a good talker.

(CONVERSATIONS
CONTINUE INDISTINCTLY)

You'll have to excuse him,
Mr. Duke. I apologize.

What was that all about?

Why'd he keep calling you Flip?

We were in prison together.

Years ago.

Uh, it's an inside joke.

(FLIP CLEARS THROAT)

Well, I certainly hope
everything's okay.

Yeah, but I think he may have
violated his parole.

I just need to use
the restroom real quick.

- (HORN HONKS)
- (TIRES SQUEALING)

♪ ♪

(TIRES SCREECH)

Hey, where's Patrice?

Patrice and Odetta took
Mr. Turner back to his hotel.

Back up. Back up.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(HONKING HORN)

DUKE (ON RADIO):
Freedom. It dares to expose

the fact that not only
is this a country...

Not a white racist country.

It is a racist country.

(CHUCKLING):
Indeed, it is a racist country.

It's an anti-white
racist country.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Fuck.

But it's so important.

Next time, we should work
on getting a sister in here.

PATRICE: We need to be
hearing their stories.

- Yep.
- We need to start doing this every week.

I'll reach out and see
who I can get.

Yeah.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Colorado State Police.
Don't move.

I said stop, damn it!

No! Help me!

(SCREAMS) Help me!

Help me! Help me, please!

- (GRUNTING)
- RON: Stop. Stop.

(GRUNTING AND GROANING)

- Where'd you put the bomb?
- No!

You're hurting me!

Where's the bomb?
Where'd you put it?

- Get off me. Get off.
- Where is it?

- Get off of me! (SOBS)
- Hold still. Stay still.

- Stay still.
- I don't know what you're talking about!

- Where's the bomb?
- Freeze!

Get off her,
or I'll fucking shoot you.

- Whoa.
- Get off her.

Okay. All right.

- Easy.
- I'm undercover.

- He's got a gun!
- I'm a cop!

- He touched me.
- She's a terrorist.

That nigger attacked me.

He tried to rape me.
Arrest him.

- I'm an undercover cop!
- Show us your badge.

- It's in my pocket, okay?
- What are you waiting for?

- Show us your badge.
- It's in my pocket. Relax.

That nigger attacked me.
He tried to rape me.

- Arrest him. Arrest him!
- I'm-I'm... I'm a... I'm a cop.

- What are you doing?
- Get on the ground now!

- CONNIE: Yeah! Hit him!
- (GRUNTING)

DUKE (ON RADIO):
When you think about the fact

that America is still
well over 85% white,

that America was founded
exclusively by white people

who wrote a Declaration
of Independence

and who fought for our freedoms,
were the basis

of our civilization
and our culture

and our Western
Christian society,

that means
that the Christian Church

that grew up in the world

was overwhelmingly

a white, European phenomenon.

The magnificent beauty

of the, uh, European people.

But today, the word "white"
is a curse word.

- Ron!
- (YELLS)

DUKE:
...anti-white...

(SOBBING)

Patrice!

Patrice!

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Hey! Hey!

- Stand down. Stand down!
- Who the fuck are you?

Undercover cop,
you fucking idiot.

The black guy's a cop?

Give me your keys.

(CONNIE SOBBING)

CONNIE (SOBBING):
Oh, my God, Felix...

You're late.

- Felix!
- ODETTA: Patrice, are you all right?

RON:
Patrice.

CONNIE (SOBBING):
Felix.

("LUCKY MAN" BY
EMERSON, LAKE AND PALMER PLAYS)

♪ We had white horses... ♪

Our own group, Ron and P.

- Mmm, I don't know about that.
- Go on tour.

You know, they say two Afros
that touch together,

- they're... it's good luck.
- (LAUGHING): Who said that?

I-I read it somewhere.

Tell me, where'd you get this?

- Saw this brother on Soul Train
- Mm-hmm.

- Really?
- And I just thought, I'm-a take you there.

- Gonna take you to California.
- You don't know Don Cornelius.

That's my cousin
on my mama's sister's side.

- (LAUGHING): Really?
- That's my cousin, yes.

- So I got... I got access.
- Yeah?

- Wh-What is his cousin's name?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(CHUCKLING)

Who is the soul sister, Ron?

You been holding out on me.

All right, take it easy.
Take it easy.

- Oh...
- (PATRICE SCOFFS)

You don't remember me, do you?

Uh...

Brother Kwame?

Stokely Carmichael?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

You looked good that night,
but you look even better now.

How often do you do that
to black people?

Do what?

Pull us over for nothing.
Harass us.

Put your hands all over a woman
in the guise of searching her.

Call us everything
but a child of God.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Just like I told you, right,
he's just taking advantage.

In the end,
talking loud, saying nothing.

Let me tell you both something.

I've been keeping you people
in line in this city for years.

What I did to your girl
that night,

I could do to any of you
any time, any place.

That's my prerogative.

I could even bust a cap
in your black ass

if I feel like it, and nothing
will be done about it.

I wish the two of you
been blown up

instead of good white folks.
Get it?

Oh, I do get it.

- Do you get it, Patrice?
- Mmm, yeah.

I totally
and completely get it.

Jimmy, did you get it?

JIMMY:
Oh, yes, I got it.

RON:
Flip, did you get it?

- Oh, yeah, I got it.
- RON: Chief!

- Do you get it?
- Oh, I really, really get it.

- You're under arrest.
- (LAUGHTER)

- What?
- Get him out of here.

- Get up. Police brutality.
- Are you out of your minds?

Let's go. Police misconduct,
sexual misconduct...

- Thank you very much.
- Keep walking.

- Tell it to the judge.
- LANDERS: What about my rights?

- RON: Power to the people.
- Power to the people.

FLIP:
The old hidden mic trick.

Yes, it was all my work. Hello.

To tape jobs.

- Works every time.
- FLIP: Hidden mics.

RON:
Good job, everybody.

♪ And glory ♪

♪ The people would sing ♪

Stallworth!

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ What a lucky man he was... ♪

Ronny!

FLIP:
Five. Four. Three.

Two. One.

Swish!

- Look who the cat dragged in.
- Thank you, thank you.

FLIP: There he is!
The man of the minute.

Don't you mean "hour," Flip?

JIMMY:
You slow, you blow.

Ah, Jimmy.

(WHOOPING, GRUNTING,
IMITATING KUNG FU FILMS)

That Polaroid stunt you pulled,

when you put your arms
around them,

I swear to God
I almost shit myself.

I told you,
Ron was born ready.

- Born ready is Ron.
- TRAPP: There he is!

There's the crazy
son of a bitch!

- (LAUGHTER)
- Come over here.

You. You, you, you, you.

(LAUGHTER, GRUNTING)

- You did good.
- Nah, we did good.

Yeah, well, the chief wants to
see us in his office right now.

- Let's go. Here, after you.
- Let's go. No, after you.

- Come on.
- You're the man of the hour.

I cannot commend you enough
for what you have achieved.

Do you realize there was
not one cross burning

the entire time
you guys were involved?

We're very aware, Chief.

But all good things
have to come to an end.

What does that mean?

- Budget cuts.
- Budget cuts?

And when did this happen?
Last night?

I wish I had a choice,
but my hands are tied

with this inflation.

Besides,
there no longer appears

to be any credible threats.

Sounds like we did
too good a job.

Well, that's not
a bad legacy to leave.

And now...

I need you, Ron Stallworth,

to destroy all evidence
of this investigation.

What?

We prefer that the public

never knew about
this investigation.

Uh-huh.

Cease all further contact
with the Ku Klux Klan,

effective immediately.

That goes for you, too, Flip.

This is total horseshit.

Fucking shenanigans.

Aye, aye, Chief.

JIMMY:
Subterfuge.

- Skulduggery.
- BRIDGES: Hey, Ron.

Take a week off.

Take your girlfriend,
Patrice, on a vacation.

Live it up a little.
You worked hard.

When you come back,
we can discuss

maybe a new assignment, Ron.

How about Narcotics?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(PHONE RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

RON: Mr. Duke,
I'm so sorry we didn't get

to spend more
one-on-one time together.

DUKE:
Well, that was a...

(CHUCKLING)

DUKE:
...just a tragedy.

I had just met

those heroic brothers
in the cause.

(SNICKERING)

FLIP:
"Heroic."

Yeah.

And the chapter
is just shaken at the core.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

And poor Connie, right?

I mean, not only does she
lose her husband, but...

FLIP:
Poor Connie.

She's looking
at serious prison time.

- Connie's going away.
- We feel bad for Connie.

My God.

And then there was
that nigger detective.

- (LAUGHING)
- DUKE: Basically...

Shut the fuck up. Shut the
fuck up. Shut up, shut up.

Those goddamn coloreds.

- (LAUGHING)
- They sure know how to spoil a celebration.

Hey, you're getting me
in trouble.

Christ, you can say that again.

- (LAUGHING)
- Those goddamn... coloreds

sure know how to spoil
a celebration.

Can I ask you a question, sir?

Shoot.

That nigger detective,
did you ever...

did you ever get his name?

No. I don't think I...

Are-uh you sure
you don't know who he is?

(OFFICERS LAUGHING)

(RON COUGHS, CLEARS THROAT)

Are-uh you absolutely sure?

'Cause that nigga, coon,
gator bait,

spade, spook, Sambo,
spear-chucking jungle bunny,

Mississippi wind chime...

- Wind chime?
- ...detective...

is Ron Stallworth,
you racist, peckerwood,

redneck, inch worm,
needle-dick motherfucker!

(LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE)

FLIP:
Oh! Oh!

(LAUGHING):
I'll be here all week.

(CLOCK TICKING)

RON (CHUCKLES):
Ron Stallworth,

Knights of the Ku Klux Klan.

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(CHUCKLING)

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Finishing up.

Have you handed in
your resignation from the KKK?

Affirmative.

Have you handed in
your resignation

from the Colorado Springs
Police Department?

Negative.

Truth be told, Patrice,
I always wanted to be a cop,

and I'm still for
the liberation of my people.

My conscience won't let me
sleep with the enemy.

Enemy?

No, I'm the black man
that saved your life.

- You're absolutely right.
- Right.

And I thank you for it, but...

I can't do this.

I think we should...
we should talk.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(DOGS BARKING OUTSIDE)

It's okay. It's okay.

I said it's o...

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

CROWD (CHANTING):
Blood and soil! Blood and soil!

Blood and soil!

Blood and soil! Blood and soil!

Blood and soil!

Jews will not replace us!

Jews will not
replace us!

Jews will not replace us!

Jews will not
replace us!

(WHOOPING, HOLLERING)

White lives matter!
White lives matter!

White lives matter!

Black lives matter!
Black lives matter!

Black lives matter!

(CLAMORING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(CLAMORING)

WOMAN:
What the fuck, man?

You had a group
on one side that was bad,

and you had a group
on the other side

that was also very violent.

CROWD (CHANTING):
Nazis, go home!

DONALD TRUMP:
Not all of those people

were neo-Nazis, believe me.

Not all of those people
were white supremacists.

You also had people
that were very fine people.

Because I believe that today
in Charlottesville,

this is a first step
toward making a realization

of something that Trump
alluded to

earlier in the campaign,
which is...

This is the first step
toward taking America back.

(CROWD CHEERING)

- MAN: Whose streets?
- CROWD: Our streets!

Whose streets?

Our streets!

- Whose streets?
- Our streets!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

WOMAN:
Holy shit! Holy shit!

(CLAMORING, SCREAMING)

I had to jump out of the way.

I almost got hit by the car
my fucking self.

(SCREAMING)

There are people... bodies
laying on the ground right now.

Oh, my God!
We got hit by a car!

And there was a woman, uh,
laying there, hardly breathing,

and, uh, we ended up
rolling her over, and she died.

This is my town! We did not
want them motherfuckers here!

("MARY DON'T YOU WEEP"
BY PRINCE PLAYS)

♪ No, Mary, don't you weep ♪

Subtitles by explosiveskull

♪ Oh, Mary, don't you moan ♪

♪ Oh, moan ♪

♪ Yeah-yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah,
he'll be home soon ♪

♪ Oh, Mary, don't you weep ♪

♪ Oh, Mother,
don't you moan... ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ He'll be home soon ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, Mary, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, Mother ♪

♪ Don't you moan ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ He'll be home ♪

♪ Soon... ♪

♪ Oh, Mary, don't you weep ♪

♪ Oh, Mother,
don't you moan... ♪

(VOCALIZING)

♪ Mmm, Mary ♪

♪ Mmm,
Mary ♪

♪ Oh, Mary... ♪

(SCREAMS)

♪ Mother, don't you moan... ♪

♪ I got a bad, bad feeling,
baby ♪

♪ He ain't coming home, no ♪

♪ I guess you know me well ♪

♪ I don't like winter ♪

♪ But I seem to get
a motherfuckin' kick ♪

♪ Out of doing you cold ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah-yeah ♪

♪ Mama, don't you moan, no ♪

♪ Got a bad, bad feeling ♪

♪ Your man ain't coming home ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Guess you know me well ♪

♪ I don't like no snow ♪

♪ No winter ♪

♪ No cold ♪

♪ But, Mary, yeah ♪

♪ Girl, you know I like your ♪

♪ Shh, yeah ♪

♪ I got a bad, bad feeling ♪

♪ That your man
ain't coming home ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh, Mother ♪

♪ Girl ♪

♪ You cooked
the greatest omelets ♪

♪ In the world... ♪

♪ Mary ♪

♪ Mary, don't you moan ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I got that bad, bad feeling ♪

♪ Your man ain't coming home ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Home ♪

(SNIFFLES)

♪ Oh, Mother, don't you moan. ♪

(MUSIC ENDS)

(MUSIC BOX MELODY PLAYS)