Original subtitles

[waves crashing]

[steady music]

[suspenseful music]

[upbeat band music]

- [Woman] When in the course of human events

it becomes necessary.

- [Group] For one people to dissolve the political bands

which have connected them with another.

And to assume among the powers of the earth,

their separate and equal station.

To which the laws of nature and nature's god entitle them,

a decent respect of the opinions of mankind.

Requires that they should declare the cause

which had held them to separation.

[upbeat music]

[baby crying]

[suspenseful music]

[register chiming]

[register chiming]

[register chiming]

[no audible dialogue]

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We hold these truths to be self evident.

That all men are created equal.

- [sirens wailing] - [guns firing]

That they are endowed by their creator.

[gun firing]

With certain unalienable rights

that among these are life,

liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

That to secure these rights,

governments are instituted among men.

Deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.

That whenever any form of government

becomes destructive of these ends,

it is the duty of the people

to alter or abolish it, and...

[gun firing]

[suspenseful music]

[guns firing]

[gun firing]

[gun firing repeatedly]

[suspenseful music]

[guns firing]

[yelling]

[guns firing]

[suspenseful music]

- Johnny's been shot!

[upbeat music]

[screaming]

[upbeat music continues]

[upbeat music continues]

[upbeat music continues]

We've gotta get a doctor, Billy Joe.

- He hit bad?

- Yes, yeah.

Try and find his mama.

Andre, Gus, come on.

[suspenseful music]

- Come on, you people. Move, move back.

- I wonder if Johnny's alright. - What?

- She asked if Johnny Johnson's alright.

- I hope the son of a bitch is dead.

[ominous music]

- Why don't you douche out your mind?

- That white ego. - John.

- Was a bitch.

Now who are you that we should spend all of our time hating?

You and the rest of those zombies,

running around talking about you all dropped out.

They don't educate you in those schools, baby.

They condition you. That's their bag.

And then feed you right to their system.

They keep the machines going.

You and your brother and the rest of you,

carrying those fucking peace signs and talking the two-sided trash,

and still taking your parents' money.

- There are Blacks doing the same thing.

- What?

Let me lay something on you, chick.

By the time you hit 30, you're gonna drop back in.

Yeah, 'cause you didn't do nothing

but talk that brotherhood love and peace.

You didn't change nothing,

which means work, and making that talk talk talk happen.

But we can't drop into nothing

'cause we never had nothing to drop out of.

- Everything you say- - All the same bullshit

about how you can't deal with picking up the gun.

- That's not my trick.

- And you think it's mine? - I don't know.

Johnny, what I mean is...

I just don't see how that solves anything.

- It's not your trick, remember.

- Just look what it's doing to you.

- Fuck you!

- Every day, you just get more and more bitter.

- Little baby, I'm not bitter. I was bitter 350 years ago.

I'm violent, do you hear me, God damn it, violent!

They're gonna kill you sure as shit,

and all you're gonna have is that peace sign in your hair.

[water running]

- Hey, I can understand, but I'm not in your skin.

Johnny... I live in another world.

I would like to know.

[door slamming]

- You'd like to know?

One day, if you lived in my skin one day,

you'd blow your fucking brains out.

You'd like to know.

- Could I ever understand?

- Yeah, turn black Monday morning.

[door slamming]

[water running]

[suspenseful music]

[banging on door]

- Get off your knees, doc.

[guns firing]

[sirens wailing]

[gasping]

- Come on, Johnny, over here.

Come on, dawg. Come on.

- Take courage, you'll be alright.

Don't fuck with anybody anymore.

- We blew them away.

- But Michael was supposed to be there.

- Shit! - Oh Johnny.

- Johnny don't talk like that.

Yeah man, you're bleeding like hell.

- The doctor will be here in a little while.

- No, no. My mom, tell her stay away.

Stay home.

- She should know what we gotta do, understand why we're here.

- She probably knows. - No man.

She's no good in that way.

[ominous music]

- That's all you ever talk about, mama.

- I talk about who pays me when I work.

And who pays your daddy when he works.

Trouble with you young folks today is-

- The trouble is the white man is a rot in society.

- The white man. - But you don't want to see that.

- I understand food and shelter.

- Mom, a dog has that, mom, a dog.

- All day I'm working, slaving for y'all.

- Yes mama.

- I ain't got time to be blaming white folks for all my troubles.

- That man whose house you clean every day.

Does his wife work and slave, too?

Does his mama?

We only want one thing, mama.

We want this murdering dog to be human

and let us live like human beings.

- White folks have always helped us.

Nobody gives you nothing for nothing, son.

They know what's right and what ain't.

- Yeah I'm sure of that.

Mama, how can they do to us

what they've done and still doing, and know right from wrong?

- Them crazy niggas you're hanging out with.

Always shooting each other and getting shot up by the police.

- Did you ever ask yourself why?

Why the police are always shooting us down?

Why we hate one another?

- Because you- - We live in the same

country as the white boys.

They aren't taught to hate themselves like we are.

- Nobody ever taught me to hate.

- What did you do, mama? Listen to the way you talk about black people?

- I say what I feel, that's all.

- Mama, we believe ourselves inferior,

the cops believe we're inferior. Black animals.

That's why they shoot us down.

Those damn pig-faced sons of-

- Shut up!

Shut up.

Am I inferior, too,

that you can use words like that in my house?

- Mama, mama.

We distrust what is black

in our mind and body.

Man oh man.

And these things makes up the whole of our being.

- What's going on?

[water running]

You fussing at your mother again?

[guns firing]

- Them other brothers are burning now.

[guns firing]

I can feel it.

- If them white boys would've done what they should've...

- Billy Joe warned you, Johnny. Just talk.

[lively music] [water trickling]

- Alright man.

Okay, we in our basement, you in yours.

Reciting the declaration.

- Good, good, good.

- Now the pigs will say illegal assembly, and they'll attack us.

We fight back, just a little, enough to lead them to a midpoint.

Then make 'em follow us uptown.

- You're sure that they'll follow?

- They'll follow, man.

If you all are not there, they'll force us into a corner.

- We'll be there. - Good.

Newspapers will do the rest.

[lively music]

- Hey look.

You gotta get it together, and take it to the white part of the city.

My folks have to see it.

- Alright man.

- Look, we gotta do it. If you do it, it's no good.

- Alright.

We bring it to them, or bring them to it.

- Alright.

- Now you won't let out on us.

We're gonna be in there by ourselves.

- We'll be there.

- The pigs will be waiting to hit us the minute we get together.

We'll be at home.

But bring it together.

- We get together, recite.

But we don't start.

- Alright.

You're scared, ain't you?

- Yes.

So are you, man.

- Yeah, but a motherfucker won't let me breathe.

[suspenseful music]

- Nobody can stop us. Not now.

- We gotta keep pushing. We'll win.

We...

[gasping]

- Cool it man. - Hey we'll win, man.

[guns firing]

[guns firing]

[ominous music]

[engines rumbling]

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

- Well, what are you doing out here so early today?

- Drop something off at Billy Joe's.

- Thank you sir. - [traffic rumbling]

Didn't make near five dollars today.

Ah well, make it up on the weekend.

[steady music]

[engine revving]

That John man can get you in a whole heap of trouble.

- We ain't doing nothing to nobody.

- Yeah, just protecting yourselves.

Sure.

You better get your ass back in school and get that piece of paper.

- What's that gonna do?

They ask Reverend King's IQ or Kennedy's IQ

before they ripped them off?

- I'm talking about you.

- Yeah.

Don't kill this one, he's an intelligent nigger.

- All I'm saying is that you getting locked up or killed

ain't gonna change nothing.

- Yeah a lot of us gonna die.

- For what? For nothing?

- For me, me! I'm something!

And for you.

- Get locked up, I can't help you.

- And what if I'm right?

What if I'm right when they lock me up?

- I can't protect you.

- What?

- Well I can't protect you.

Alright, what you want me to say?

That ain't nothing changed in 300 years.

Alright I'm saying it.

How do you think I feel knowing it?

For 24 hours a day, I gotta live with it.

[gentle music]

What's the use of getting killed?

[steady music]

[guns firing]

- I'm scared, Luanna.

- You're the leader, Johnny.

You ain't scared of nothing.

Everybody knows that.

- You don't know.

You don't know.

- I know.

I've known you for three years.

- My mother's house.

I'm nothing.

[guns firing]

[shushing]

She half killed my father.

She made a nigger out of him with that white man's God.

[guns firing]

[melancholy music]

- We'll start with the head rolls to the right.

Ready, and down.

Right.

Back.

To the left.

Down.

To the right.

Back.

To the left.

[instructor drowned out by music]

Touch the floor.

And reach up, big breath.

And let's put our left foot out.

[gentle music]

Left foot forward, over.

And take a big breath.

- Hey man, come on.

- Fifth position jumps.

Ready?

Jump jump jump, up up up.

- Come on. - Jump jump jump.

Up up up up, high high high.

- Hey! [laughing]

- What's happening? - What's going on?

- Hey man, what's happening?

Right on.

My man.

- Brothers.

Brothers, New York, Chicago, Detroit.

These brothers are Los Angeles.

I understand you're full of leadership qualities,

but you don't want to lead.

Would you run that down for me?

- I'm just not there, man.

- Well that's cool.

The New York brothers, they wonder, they feel that they should

help put more stress on legal action,

instead of the anti-pig tactics.

- Yeah I mean, with the pig, we ain't got no choice.

And they won't get up off our asses. And that legal shit?

Well it's just that for us.

- Yeah you know, brother's right. So there's no controversy.

- The legal trip to us means submit to conquer.

Ain't no man in his right mind going for that shit.

- Right on, brother.

- Right on.

Well, the New York brothers,

they want to tie the man up with his own ego strings.

Now how do you feel about that?

Oh, wow.

- And put your leg way up in the air.

Up up up up up!

- Black thighs.

Man, the brother's are dying in the streets.

Now you ain't got no time for that shit.

- Maybe you don't, but I do.

- Hey man.

Don't let the meeting degenerate into the subject of sex.

- You asked me about leading. Lead what? A bunch of dead men.

- Oh man. - Man back off.

- We call each other brother.

What does that mean? Brother, what's happening?

Nothing, man. Brother, how are you making it?

Steady fighting the man.

That's just dialog of dead men.

Here we are continually shooting each other down.

That's what the pigs want. For us to keep ourselves divided.

Instead of seeing and doing what we can

for the young brothers and sisters coming behind us.

We are here smothering each other.

Brothers killing brothers.

And this has got to stop.

It's only a matter of time before we go.

We go either dying of pneumonia in some cold building,

or dying of an overdose of shit or wine in a gutter,

or they shoot us down in the street.

All that is immaterial.

If we have to die,

now let it be so that the language of the young

brothers and sisters coming behind us

can be the dialog of living men.

- [Instructor] Right,

to the back,

to the left, okay?

Right foot out.

- I think we are all acquainted with the problem.

- Yeah. - Right, right.

- It's the solution that we're after.

- We've got to take the shit off the street corners

and make it applicable.

Nothing is gonna change 'til them white people

see their kids shot down like animals.

- Well that's good.

I mean, I can dig that.

- That's where it's at, man.

- You're sincere.

But the contradictions are obvious. Listen, you don't understand

the dynamics of the culture that you live in.

- Contradiction?

- You are judging your brothers and sisters

by a society that has suppressed them.

And upon that judgment, you want to be separated.

And finally, you don't want to lead

simply because you don't think they're worthy of you.

Like you said.

They are dead men.

- Now wait a minute man, I didn't say-

- Hey man, let him finish. - Right.

- Now there are social, political,

and economic pitfalls that clearly explain

our people's position.

Now you said they are dead men, huh?

Well they are more alive than you are right now.

- Right on. - Right on.

- Dig it. - Now you talking about going out

and shooting down some white kids like animals, huh?

You know how that's gonna read in the newspaper headlines?

White radicals shot in ghetto riot, period!

- It all depends on how you set it up.

- Listen to me!

Listen to me.

You are living in a tormented cultural wasteland.

You are a black man.

And you are not dead.

And neither are the rest of us.

You are alive.

And if you know,

you must teach.

And if you know,

you must lead.

There are many brothers and sisters outside who need you,

and if you can't see that,

then you have deceived yourself.

- [Instructor] Right, down, right, back,

to the left, down.

Arms out to the side. Right foot forward.

[upbeat music]

[people chattering and laughing]

[upbeat music]

[gentle music]

- [Johnny] What's your name?

- [Luanna] Luanna.

Yours is Johnny, I know.

[romantic music]

- [Johnny] I want to dance with you.

- [Luanna] Yes.

I would like to know you.

- [Johnny] Sister.

- [Group] Sister.

Sister.

Sister.

- [Luanna] I heard a lot about you.

- [Johnny] And all you heard?

- [Luanna] That you are beautiful. And fine.

- [Johnny] I'm over the hill.

- [Luanna] Strong. - [Johnny] Dead.

All of us, dead.

[gentle music]

[upbeat music]

[traffic whirring]

[car door closes]

We're going as far as Washington Boulevard.

- [Hitchhiker] That's fine, fine.

- That's a pretty hip sign.

- It's true, you know.

- What do you do, old man?

- Whatever I can, son, whatever I can.

- I mean, what do you do for a living?

- I think maybe you better let me out.

- What's the matter with you?

- You. You're pretty uptight.

I don't do nothing, I can't get a job.

Used up, chewed up, too old.

Ah, they don't... they can't use me anymore.

- That's what happens.

- Wow, look at that, will you?

Big. Big ain't it?

Tombstones of a super technical country.

I don't belong here anymore.

I ain't got what they need.

- You pay one way or the other.

- You're next, you know.

You and others like you.

- Not if I can help it.

- You can let me off at that corner there.

[car door closes]

- [Johnny] Right on.

[upbeat music]

[upbeat music continues]

[gentle music]

[sensual music]

- What did you mean when you said we were all dead?

- We have to think two times before we do anything.

We have to think about what we want to do,

and how to get it past the white man.

We don't live life, we survive through it.

We have to run a conscious game on the man.

24 hours a day.

[guns firing] [suspenseful music]

[ominous music]

- Doc, you Black, ain't you?

- My skin's black, if that's what you mean.

- I mean, what are you doing for your people,

Mr. Doctor Smalls?

- A rat bit a child this morning. I treated her.

They couldn't pay me, but I treated her.

- A rat?

- If they could, would you take it?

- Of course.

- Well, maybe you're human after all.

- Quite.

And a little bit older than you, son.

[guns firing] [ominous music]

[people chattering]

- Oh shit! - [clinking]

- Cussing won't help. Run cold water on it.

Damn it, woman, come on!

[water running]

- Here you are.

- Dion, you late again.

You late one more time, I'm gonna kick your ass.

Now you believe that?

- Ain't nobody gonna kick my ass.

- [chuckles] Right on, brother. Come on now, give me five.

Now go on in there.

Don't turn around. The pigs are behind you.

- What them bastards want, man?

- I know what they gonna get.

- I got a job interview. I've gotta go.

- Poor Johnny trying to be a good American.

- That's what a college education does for you.

- He gonna find out.

- You've done extremely well on all the tests, Mr. Johnson.

The job is yours.

- Thanks, when do I start?

- Monday.

Excellent insurance plan for our employees.

Plus, Blue Cross and tuition.

I'm sure you'll enjoy.

[phone buzzing]

Yes?

Now?

I have a...

Yes.

Yes, sir.

Please excuse me a moment.

[keyboards ticking]

[no audible dialogue]

I'm sorry.

But the job is not available.

And I'm sure a young man with your abilities

won't have any trouble finding a job in a large city.

I know.

[ominous music]

[banging]

- Hey hey, you stole our city!

[all yelling]

- What are you doing down here, you pig bastards?

[all yelling]

[banging]

[yelling]

- How's Johnny?

- Where's the doctor, Billy Joe?

- I got him.

Found him in the house hiding.

Come on, doc!

Little dirt ain't gonna hurt you.

- Man, this ain't no time to be jiving.

[distant gunfire]

- Look, I don't know what I can do here.

- Well, fucker, you better think of something quick.

- You hear the news?

- Yeah, it's happening all over.

- They rushed me so quick,

I just stuffed what I could in my bag.

Hey, that's a bad wound.

[groans]

[guns firing]

- Be cool, man.

Please.

[gasping]

- Police do this?

[guns firing]

[ominous music]

- Halker.

Stay where you are, boy.

- You know this...

- Johnny, what did you do?

- Well we found your car, with him in it.

- My car? My car?

- Yeah, he said it was his.

- A white Rambler.

'61, license plate BBO477.

- No no, that's his.

He bought it from me last week. He paid $170.

- The white man is telling you the same thing I said.

Now maybe you'll believe him?

- You shut your mouth. - Now wait a minute.

- Didn't you ask him?

Didn't you ask him?

- Well...

Maybe we made a mistake.

Look, I'm sorry.

- Can I get my car back?

- Well, they towed it in by now.

Eight o'clock tomorrow morning.

- I have to be at work at eight o'clock.

- What kind of people are you?

Stop private citizens in the street, you take away their property?

- What kind of people are you? - Hey hey, wait a minute,

wait a minute!

It's over, okay?

- No no no, it's not okay, it's not okay!

- You're Jewish, aren't you?

- Yes.

I'm Jewish.

I'm Jewish!

What are you gonna do, take away my store?

You hear what he said?

- Please Harry, please. - That son of a bitch.

Did you hear what he said?

- Please Harry, please.

[gasping]

- Okay, you go on inside, and I'll catch you later, alright?

- Yeah. - Thanks.

[guns firing]

What happened?

- They came in buses.

Five of 'em. There are men all over the place.

- Alright alright, go on inside.

Johnny will tell you what to do!

[guns firing]

[people yelling]

- What are you doing here?

- Move it back, move it back!

- Why don't you people go home?

- Why don't you go home?

I am home.

Hey brother, brother.

Maybe he means Africa.

- Do you dig it? - Yeah.

- Hey, by the way, are you home?

Trap ass dog.

- Tell me, Johnny, we're on the front lines.

- Cops coming in rushing us, man.

Hundreds of 'em.

- They wiping us out, man.

- We've got to stop 'em! - [gunfire]

- Every time you move, blood pours out of that hole.

Now sit still, damn it, or you'll bleed to death.

- Alright, glass.

Throw glass, bottles, anything, in the streets.

Then pour gasoline for maybe a block.

I planted men in places where they can hide

with fire bombs.

- And others with shotguns. - [gunfire]

And when the buses get in the middle of the gasoline,

chuck them bombs, baby.

- And open up! - Out of sight!

- Period, man. - Yeah.

- Come on, we'll tell the others, man.

- He's clever, ain't he?

- You're killing yourself, you know that.

- He's right.

- You blow too much soul, man.

Ain't no use you cutting out on a humbug.

[ominous music]

[vomiting]

[ominous music]

[ominous music continues]

[ominous music intensifies]

[gunfire]

- Let me through!

Let me through here, let me through!

- Miss, we got a job to do. Don't make it any harder.

- My son's in there! He may be hurt!

- You gotta get back.

You can see him after.

- Let me through! - [guns firing]

- Hold it lady!

[people chattering]

- Hey!

[guns firing]

- Where's my son?

- Hey, look!

- I told you to keep her out of here.

[guns firing]

- Johnny...

- Go back home.

- Johnny! - Don't shake him, woman.

- But he's my son.

- Yes, but he's bleeding to death!

[guns firing]

- Are you a doctor?

Will he be alright?

- Oh, he's alright.

- Come on, now, Billy Joe will take you home.

- Let go of me!

Why is my Johnny hurt like this?

You the cause of it?

- He got shot by a white cop.

- Help me get him to a hospital.

- No, leave me alone!

- Johnny ain't going to no white man's hospital.

Them motherfuckers will just let him die.

- Help me, doctor.

- Every time he breathes, he pumps out blood.

If we don't do something,

he's got to stop breathing,

one way or another.

If I can get the bullet out and close up that hole...

I'd like to go back to my office

and get my instruments.

- Okay doc, get your stuff.

- Yeah, and I'm gonna make sure that you come back.

[guns firing]

- Why do you do this?

Out here with the police all over.

Thank God you're not dead.

- I'm a man, mama.

A Black man.

And the one thing I don't need [gasps]

is that white man's God to help me.

- Your daddy's a man,

- and he don't- - And where is he, mama?

- He's home, where you ought to be.

Instead of out here, shot up in this here alley.

- Is he hiding, mama?

- Hiding?

No, he's not hiding.

He's staying close to his home.

- While his woman's out in the street.

Bullshit!

- What do you know?

- Good nigga, word hard, kiss ass and you'll make it.

- What do you know?

What?

- I know, mama.

And she knows me.

- You sit there and tell me she knows.

I brought you into this world.

I fed you and clothed you.

And you tell me she knows.

Boy, I'm taking you to a hospital!

- No hospital!

You leave him alone!

- Don't you ever put your hands on me again.

- Can't you understand?

It's because he's a Black man.

Not the white man's Black boy.

That's why we're in this alley.

That white pig's waiting to kill us.

[guns firing]

[suspenseful music]

- Okay, now get back to the right.

- Andre!

Come on, I gotta take the doc here

back to get his shit.

And if I don't make it,

well you're the horse.

- How's Johnny?

- Bad.

- Come on, bub, you're losing time.

- Brown says some white boys sent a message,

asking what they can do.

- Man, we're through talking with white boys!

Poof butt motherfuckers.

- Your blood brother is losing blood.

- Shit.

Okay, come on.

- I don't like this at all.

- All this.

- This is madness, it's crazy.

- Maybe so, but we got orders.

Get rid of him.

[metal clinging]

[suspenseful music]

- Doc, you can help us get a free medical thing going.

- A clinic? - Yeah, something for the kids.

They don't have no...

Keep walking, doc.

Don't say nothing.

[suspenseful music]

- Clear the streets, clear the streets!

[suspenseful music]

- What's wrong?

[yelling and chattering]

[guns firing]

[yelling]

[guns firing]

[suspenseful music]

[gun firing]

- They're gonna kill somebody.

- What they fuck do you think they're here for?

Some god damn afternoon tea? Come on!

- No, wait wait!

Don't shoot, I'm a doctor!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot, I'm a doctor!

- Wait, he's a doctor!

- He's still a nigger! - [gun firing]

[people yelling]

- Reverend, we can go out and help this man.

- No, no, no, no, no.

- Who the hell is gonna pay for repairing my building?

- A first aid station.

- But we can't get in.

- What the hell are they doing here?

- [gasping] - [distant gunfire]

- The rat bite.

Nurse.

Get the rabies shots.

[traffic rumbling]

- What's the matter?

- I see a...

- What?

- Nothing, come on.

[thudding]

- Hey now!

- God damn.

- We gotta move Johnny!

They killed the doc. They're coming through.

And they're gonna kill him.

[suspenseful music]

- Johnny.

Johnny, we've got to move.

Johnny... Johnny!

- Johnny!

Johnny, they blew doc away.

Now we gotta move you.

They're coming through here.

- Oh we ain't going nowhere.

- No, don't, don't, don't.

[gasping]

- It's... the comedown.

- But you can't win.

- We don't have any choice.

[guns firing]

- I'm going out.

With the brothers.

- Yes.

I hope...

You don't die, brother.

[guns firing]

- Well you know how that is.

If it's over, then it is over.

[guns firing]

- Yeah.

Yes.

- Come on, blood.

[guns firing]

- [suspenseful music] - [guns firing]

- This place is crawling with cops.

[guns firing]

We gotta split up or we'll never find Johnny.

We've gotta get him out. It's our fight, too.

No matter what happens,

talk to 'em, make 'em understand

that it didn't come down right,

and we gotta take it underground.

[guns firing] [suspenseful music]

- We work him over first?

- No, let's take him in.

- Where's your white friends now?

Them liberal bastards can't help you now, nigger, huh?

- My dad died fighting Nazi Germany,

but he died fighting the wrong ones.

- You black ape.

You're fighting the wrong people, too.

[smacking]

[ominous music]

- Johnny!

From yesterday.

Some kids eat more, you know?

- Right on!

[door slams]

[engine revving]

- I swear to God I don't know the answer.

- You won't, man, as long as you're comfortable.

- They got bigger guns than you.

- We got no choice.

And you have, and we don't.

- So, off with their heads?

Shit, that's exactly what they want.

- It's that or we decide to do some hard work.

Like that grocer.

He don't gotta do nothing,

but he wants to see something different.

- Alright, but we do it together.

All of us.

All the young people, all over the country.

Then maybe we won't have any violence.

- [Johnny] If we worked together, there'd be no need for violence.

But we gotta know what we want.

It's got to be important.

- [suspenseful music] - Oh man.

- What, what the...

[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music continues]

- Well, now I just don't see what it's all about.

This hate... this violence.

If it keeps up, he'll be giving the white people

all the reason they need to kill you.

- Blacks have been exploited,

raped, and murdered since this country began.

- Son, you know I like to hear it from the horse's mouth.

- It's what we do before we go,

because we have nothing to lose.

What we're all about is our young ones

not having to be niggas 24 hours a day.

Because if that happens,

what do we live for?

- We're the ones with the hate, dad.

- Well, it'll work out. Just give it time.

We've got a democratic process here in America

- that allows us- - Democratic process.

- Well don't you go to the polls?

Don't you vote?

- Just look at what we've done to the air we breathe.

I mean, your generation has left the world-

- Wait, now you just wait.

You can't blame my generation, as you call it,

for all the ills in the world.

- Now what about the American Indian?

Can he?

- Can he what?

[door closes]

Where does that boy live?

- Why?

- "Why?"

Somebody ought to put a check on him, that's why.

Now I think I will.

- What?

That man was a guest in our house.

- You heard the things he said.

- He shared his views with us.

- Well I don't want to hear those views in this house again.

- Such violent talk is- - Well dad!

- Well they're even complaining

about the police being brutal.

- We let the cops do what they do to them.

- Well I'm glad we do.

- Well then you're responsible!

- Then so are you.

[suspenseful music]

[guns firing]

- It's over, little brother.

And I want you to get out.

- What?

- No, Billy, no man. - No look, for us, it's over.

But it don't gotta die with us.

- Yeah but- - That's it!

[loud explosion]

- Wow, man.

- No, there's more.

[explosions]

There's a way out.

Through the buildings.

[booming and exploding]

Go!

[guns firing]

[suspenseful music]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[guns firing]

[suspenseful music]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[gun clicks]

[gunshots]

[smacking]

[guns firing]

[gun firing]

[suspenseful music]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[gun firing repeatedly]

[guns firing]

[door crashes]

[gunshots]

- Thank you God for protection given by ghetto doors.

- [guns firing] - [sirens wailing]

- [Officer on megaphone] Come on out, son. It's over.

Throw out your weapon.

No one's gonna hurt you.

- I'm coming out!

I'm coming out.

I'm coming!

Don't shoot!

I got my hands up!

[guns firing]

[sighs]

White men, ain't you a bitch with your shit!

- [thudding] - [smoke bomb hissing]

[clinking]

[bomb hissing]

[coughing]

Shit!

[coughing]

[bomb hissing]

[yelling]

[guns firing]

[heavy gunfire]

- [steady music] - echoing laughter]

I'm under-qualified,

and you're over-qualified!

- [Johnny] Yeah yeah.

[laughing]

- [Billy Joe] Ain't the white man a bitch with his shit!

[steady music]

[laughing]

- [Billy Joe] My name is Billy Joe Ashley.

- [Johnny] My name's Johnny Johnson, man.

What you into?

- [Billy Joe] A whole lot of shit.

A whole lot of shit, man!

Lot of shit. [laughing]

[guns firing]

[ominous music]

- Johnny!

[sobbing] This ain't the way!

I don't understand.

That boy left here knowing that you all were gonna die.

And he was smiling!

- There's a whole new thing happening after this.

- Oh Johnny! [weeping]

- And we've got to.

This system is destroying us.

Now, we don't want to fight.

But we were alone.

And we want to live.

[sirens wailing]

So we have to fight.

And some of us have got to die.

- What in the hell?

They let you through!

It's Michael and them.

- [Michael] Johnny, Johnny!

- [Renee] Johnny, let us in!

- We let 'em in?

[sirens wailing]

- Brother, let's get out of here.

- Shit!

Where's your gun?

[guns firing] [gasping]

Mama!

[guns firing]

- [Officer] Cease fire, cease fire.

- Oh baby.

Baby.

- Johnny, I'm sorry.

- Get away from here.

- Most of the others are dead, the rest are scattered.

- [Officer] This is the police.

Drop your weapons.

You people have one minute

to come out with your hands above your heads.

- Yeah?

Like sheep.

- They're gonna be throwing gas in here.

[cocks gun]

- What are we gonna do?

- Shoot.

- [Officer] We'll give you 30 seconds to come out.

- I'm not.

[guns firing]

[solemn music]