Original subtitles

(light music)

(helicopter chopping)

- Looks like everything's gonna be nice and easy today, Jim.

No problems.

- Yeah, no problems.

Have a walnut.

- Thank you.

- Hey man, there's something I've been meaning to ask you.

You think things will be better for you after the war?

- You mean because I'm black?

- Yeah.

- Well I'll tell you something.

My old man keeps telling me how much better things are

then they used to be.

Do you wanna hear something?

I don't think things are gonna be a hell of a lot different.

- Yeah, I know what you mean.

You know what surprises me?

I mean even over here, everybody hates the other race.

- I'm not surprised any.

I been hearing it all my life.

- Yeah.

But you know we better do something about it.

Or we're gonna have nothing but war after war.

- Well I know one thing we could all do

that would help one hell of a lot.

- What's that?

- Well--

(guns firing) (screaming)

- (mumbles)

(funky music)

♫ Hey honky mother

♫ Where you going

♫ Who you looking for

♫ We don't want

♫ Your kind round here

♫ Knocking at our door

♫ Honky mother

♫ No soul brother

♫ Don't waste your helping hand

♫ Honky mother

♫ Nigger lover

♫ Ripped off by the man

♫ Don't be asking questions

♫ This street's a dead end now

♫ One way or another

♫ You're dead honky mother

♫ Just like your nigger friends

♫ Hey honky mother

♫ Jive sucker

♫ Black and white don't mix

♫ Honky mother

♫ Nigger lover

♫ You'll get cut for kicks now

♫ Don't be asking questions

♫ This street's a dead end

♫ One way or another

♫ You're dead honky mother

♫ Just like your nigger friend

♫ Cookie wrapped mother

♫ How you like the cover

♫ Wanna stay for good

♫ Honky mother

♫ You ain't no soul brother

♫ So split while you still can

- Sir?

Excuse me, sir.

I'm looking for Mr. Thomas Washington.

I'm sorry to disturb you

but is this the Washington residence?

- He ain't here.

I don't see him no more since he run with that gang.

You gotta talk to him, not me.

No more.

- No sir, I'm looking for Mr. Washington senior.

- Is you the new probation man?

He's at the festival.

Everybody's there today.

Right down the street at the festival.

- I think this was written for you, Mr. Washington.

- Who give you this letter?

- I was with him when he was shot.

Standing there.

It was half finished and I just didn't want you

to get it in the mail.

- You was with Clay?

You was with my boy?

- I was, yes.

(gun firing) (screaming)

- Was you shot too?

- Nothing serious.

- Was there pain when he was shot?

- No, no, nothing, it was very quick.

- Get your hands off him.

What do you want here?

- You must be Tom, Clay's younger brother.

I'm Jim Anderson.

- He was with Clay.

He brung this letter from Clay.

- Get outta here.

- You got no right, Tom.

- Tom is my slave name.

My name is Makimba.

Now you better get outta here while you still can.

No honkies allowed on my front yard.

- Hey baby, you goin' with us?

- Look man, you got it all wrong.

I'm not here in any official capacity or anything.

Your brother and I were just--

- Don't tell me how you was buddies,

how you and your black buddy killed them gooks together.

Got stoned together.

You even gonna tell me how you fucked together.

You and your buddy little black Sambo.

- We were friends, that's all.

I brought that letter and I wanted to talk to your father

about something.

- Ah.

He wanted to talk to the poor old Tom.

Ain't that sweet.

- Yeah, that's real sweet of him.

- For coming all the way to Watts to fix

a guilty conscience with the old Tom.

- What you see is what you gets, honey.

- He thinks it's funny.

All of us colored folks are funny.

- I don't see nothing funny about this honky

standing in Makimba's front yard.

- [Jim] You got it wrong.

- What do you mean, we've got it wrong?

You calling us dumb or something?

- Look all I'm saying is that Clay and I were friends.

And I thought that--

- My brother didn't have no honky friends.

- You know black brothers is dying pretty heavy over there

for friends like you.

- Your kind got my brother killed.

- You shut your mouth.

You got no right to talk to this boy that way.

He was Clay's friend!

- Clay had no honky friends.

- Mr. Washington.

- You don't understand.

He was with Clay when he got shot.

You don't understand.

He was my boy.

- We don't need you sucker-ass white liberals

coming down here.

Now get off my property.

- Look here, son.

They sent me this when Clay died.

It's from the President of the United States.

It's all I've got left of my boy.

- Honky medal.

- Better go now, son.

Go to the festival.

Everybody there today.

You leave that white boy alone!

He brought me a letter from Clay.

- (mumbles) Or we ain't gonna be able to live.

- Let's teach that honky a lesson.

- Why not?

He could use one.

(cheerful carnival music)

- Watch it honky, easy now.

Watch it honky, we gonna get you.

(intensifying music)

(mellow harmonica music)

(whistle blowing)

- There he is!

Get him!

(dramatic music)

(hollering)

- Problem, whitey?

- Come on you guys, now cool it.

Come on, I told you I'm your friend.

Cool it now.

I told you I was Clay's friend, damnit, I'm your friend too.

Come on, let's talk about this.

- White education, ain't gonna talk to you.

- You're making a mistake.

- See, we got us a little problem here.

Just what are we gonna do with his white ass?

- Look, just let me go and we'll forget this happened.

- You ain't going nowhere.

(crying out)

- Hold it, baby.

Let me show that dipshit a thing or two.

(punches)

- Oh shit man, let me hit him.

(punches)

- I am gonna rip your ass open, honky.

- Cut him and the pigs'll come down on us hard, baby.

(punches)

- You gonna remember your little visit to our home here.

(crying out)

The pigs show us real good how to work somebody over

and not leave no mark for you evidence.

That was for my brother and this is for--

- Don't move anybody!

(dramatic music)

You know me, Washington.

You got to the count of three to move against the wall.

- I count fast so move your black ass

up against the wall, move it!

- Get your ass over here before the fuzz start firing.

- Over here.

You alright buddy?

- Yeah, I'm alright, thanks.

Okay, thanks a lot officer.

- So you're okay.

Now what gives between you and these coons?

- Came down here to watch the jungle bunny festival

and they ganged up on you, right?

- No, no it wasn't like that.

Just got kinda carried out of hand.

- What are you, nuts or something?

This bastards were gonna kick the hell out of you!

- No, it's not that way.

Makimba and I, we're friends.

- Turn around, Washington!

Are you telling me this nigger son of a bitch and you

are friends?

- That's right.

- That right?

You and he friends?

I'm talking to you, boy.

Is he your friend or not?

- If he says so.

We all know white folks don't lie.

- Bullshit.

- You button your black ass, show a little respect.

- You two got something going but you sure as hell

aren't friends.

Must be a nigger lover, they never learn.

- He's chickenshit, plain and simple.

- Either way, it's his funeral.

Alright you black bastards, put your arms down

and turn around.

Now hear this real good.

Next time we catch you in anything, you together

in anything, we start pulling triggers.

You got that?

Now get your black asses out of here!

- Black cats cross our path it's bad luck.

For the cats.

- One word of advice, buddy.

Nobody makes a fool out of me.

Come back to this jungle again,

don't expect any help from us.

Stupid.

(groovy music)

- [Al] Have you seen Nancy since you've been back?

- No.

- What's wrong?

- Oh, nothing.

Just my parents been giving me kind of a hard time.

You know, I mean about college.

- Well, you two did have

sort of an understanding, didn't you?

- Yeah.

It's just that, oh hell, I don't know,

I just don't like being pressured.

I like to take my time, get used to things.

Nancy understands.

I wrote her the last week I was in the hospital.

- What's her old man gonna say?

- After her reads what the stock market did

he'll probably say goody goody.

Who the hell cares what he says?

- He always liked you, didn't he?

- Yeah.

He thought I'd be a great son in law.

- He'd sure be a great father in law.

- Be like having that great father in the sky,

streets lined with gold, everything you wanted.

The only thing is, Al, you gotta die to get there.

(ominous music)

- Our asshole buddy Washington.

(dramatic music)

- [Berry] Smart asses.

How about him?

- [Stans] We want Washington.

Check the alley.

- [Berry] Son of a bitch.

- [Stans] Hit it!

- There he is.

Now how the hell did he get up there?

- Son of a bitch, hit him!

Shit!

- Assume the position, asshole.

- Get on it!

- I ain't running from you pigs no more.

You had your fun, now split.

- He's clean.

- Cuff the bastard.

- What's the bust for?

- We got some unfinished business, boy.

- What business?

- Just a little matter of you kicking the shit

out of a white man.

- The star witness is my friend.

- Yeah, but we are not your friends.

- That's right, Makimba.

Over there.

(dog barking)

- You got nothing on me.

- Nah, nothing that'll hold up under a stupid judge.

- Arresting you is just paperwork.

Wasted paperwork.

- You see it works like this.

We get paid by the citizens to keep the peace.

Right Berry?

- Right on, soul brother.

- You are a citizen and we gonna get to keep the peace.

Get it, Makimba?

- Fuck you.

(punching) (crying out)

- That's no way to talk to Lieutenant Stans, boy.

- Our boy's gonna apologize now.

Aren't ya, boy?

Aren't ya, boy?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Fuck you both.

(hits) (cries out)

Fucking pigs!

(punching)

- Damn, forgot the cuffs.

- Damnit, they never learn, those sons of bitches.

- Niggers sure bleed.

(dog barking)

- [Jim] I got a date with Nancy tonight.

- [Al] Good, that's good Jim.

- Why is it good?

- What do you mean, why?

- [Jim] I mean why is it good?

- Come on, you know I've always liked Nancy.

She's a great kid.

- How long has it been since you seen her?

- Well.

I guess I haven't seen her since I was married.

With her going to college, she's busy I guess.

- Hey I better get going.

- Tell Nancy I said hello.

- Yeah, I will, I'll tell her you said hi.

Hey, what's the matter?

Didn't you like the atmosphere?

- I was looking for work but the manager isn't there.

- That's too bad for him.

I think you'd help business.

- Thanks.

Do you know him?

I really oughta get a job.

- No I don't, but I'll look around for you.

What's your name?

- Bobbi.

- I'm Jim.

- You know I shouldn't be doing this on a first date.

- Doing what?

- Staying out so late.

- You know what I always say.

Better late than never.

- And I always say don't be so fussy.

You never know what tomorrow brings.

How do you feel?

- Okay.

So do you.

- They say it does make things easier.

- What things?

- Well, how about your date?

- What date?

(dog barking)

(groovy music)

(knocking)

- Who's that?

- Be cool, baby.

You paid for your time, I can take care of it.

Who is it, what do you want?

- [Makimba] It's me, open up.

I'm sorry baby, I need your help.

- I'm busy.

Come back later.

- Sorry, I gotta go.

- But baby, you don't have to go now.

We didn't even finish.

Go over and sit down, I'll be back with you in a minute.

- No, no, I gotta go.

Just give me my money back.

- What do you mean, give you your money back?

You crazy?

This ain't no damn department store.

- Alright, alright, open the door, I gotta go.

- Alright, alright, but don't talk to me

about no damn refunds.

- [John] Don't expect any more calls from me, baby.

- Then you better learn to fuck yourself, honky.

What happened to you this time, baby?

- I had a little talk with the man.

- Jesus Christ.

You're never gonna learn are you?

- I'm sorry about that john.

- Oh, don't worry about him.

There's plenty more where he came from.

You just lie here on this couch and I'll have you

fixed up in no time at all.

- Those bastards really gave it to me good this time.

- Yeah, they really stomped your ass, didn't they?

- If you just let me lay here for a few days,

I'll take care of it.

- Oh you just hush, you've taken care of me plenty

enough times.

Gonna stay here until you get better.

I'm glad you come here.

- I just want to rest here a bit.

- You just rest now.

- I think it's Nancy.

- I'll take it upstairs.

- Jim, this is Nancy.

- Nancy, I want to apologize about last night,

I got detained.

- [Nancy] It's okay, I just wondered

if everything was alright.

- Sure, listen do you have any classes this afternoon?

- [Nancy] Just one, I'm done by 2.

- Look, I don't wanna talk now.

I'll meet you at 2 at Carnaby Street Fish and Chips.

Bye bye.

- Bye Jim.

Hi Jim.

God, you're back.

- Jim, how are you?

- Okay, how are you Daphne?

- [Daphne] Fine.

- Not bad, come on.

- Bye.

- [Daphne] Bye.

- Where's your car?

- My mommy brought me.

Come on, we'll take yours.

(mellow music)

Great to drive this thing again.

- Great to see you again.

- Tina.

- Good morning.

How are you feeling?

- [Makimba] I'll live.

- Well, you ain't gonna live much longer

unless you stop getting in the way of the man.

- This is never gonna happen to me again.

Never.

Cut that out, I don't need that!

- It'll help, believe me.

Stay down, baby.

Look, you got to learn to live with whitey, baby.

Why'd they beat you this time?

- I was talking to some honky.

Two pigs came down on us.

- Stans and Berry?

- Yeah.

But you know that damn guy wouldn't press charges?

Said he's my friend.

Lot of good it done me.

- You can't fight the man, baby.

If he wants you, he's gonna get you.

- Where are my things?

- You don't want me because I been with white men.

- Look, what you do is your business,

but I don't want no part of fucking whitey's chick.

- Shit man, that's got nothing to do with me and you.

We ain't been together for a long time.

From now on we're gonna do everything together,

just like we used to.

Just you and me.

It don't matter about nobody else.

- Dumb bitch.

Don't you understand nothing?

I ain't fucking whitey's whore.

- Fuck you.

You don't do this to me.

(crying)

I've gotta live.

I know what I am, but please.

- [Nancy] Let's go to our place.

- You mean our no-tell motel?

- Yeah.

But you won't have to stop this time.

Jim, I still feel the same about you.

I love you.

I knew before the first time I was sure.

I still am.

- I love you too.

It's just that, I don't know, I'm kinda mixed up.

Seems like since Vietnam everything's different.

- I'm not different and you aren't either, not really.

I know it was tough on you, getting shot and all.

- Getting shot was easy.

I was just standing there talking.

- Jim, do you still want to get married?

- I still love you.

Only I'm not sure marriage is the answer.

If you gotta have reassurance, Nancy,

I can't give it to you.

- No reassurance needed.

(bluesy music)

- I bought some of that beer you asked for.

- Let me have one.

You get ahold of brothers?

- Well I passed the word on the street.

Listen, we gotta talk.

- What about?

- Well, I saw my man on the street today.

He wants to talk to you.

- So?

- I ask him to wait outside in the hall

so you and me could discuss how we're gonna pay the rent.

- Oh, I get it.

You mean your pimp's right outside, right?

- He's right outside the door.

- Hey Willie!

You wanna talk?

Open the damn door.

- Good morning, brother.

It ain't nice to keep people waiting in the hallway.

- I'm sorry.

You want a beer?

- No.

Makimba, right?

You see Makimba, Tina here is one of my best girls.

But she ain't been turning in no bread lately.

I got nothing against my girls having a little fun

on the side, but we got to have an understanding.

- Is this the way you want it?

- I ain't saying nothing, baby.

I just want to work things out.

- Look at it this way, brother.

I could use another man out there in the streets.

You been ripped off by that honky.

Beat up by his pigs.

Now you know where it's at.

We just getting a little of ours back, that's all.

- I get mine my way.

- [Willie] What might that way be, brother?

- Them pigs come down on me again they gonna be dead.

- Oh, don't be stupid man.

You fight the man, you wind up with shit.

Now that's Willie's law.

- At least I won't be no pimp for whitey.

And you won't be no whore neither.

Now you best get your ass out of here.

- You interfering with my business, boy.

- Makimba.

You have such a hard head.

I don't want you to go, but I've gotta pay the rent,

and Willie here has been good to me.

- Baby don't you know you're selling more than your ass?

You're selling your soul, don't you understand that?

- Talk is cheap, nigger.

If you such a hard man why don't you just go on out there

and get them pigs that's been after you?

- Maybe that's what I'll do.

- Well right down the street is a shop.

They got lots of guns, all kind.

You just mention Willie.

They'll fix you up real good.

- You both crazy!

What you talking about, getting guns and killing people?

Willie, you stop pushing.

And leave us alone for a day or two,

let us both make up our mind.

- Well you wrong, Tina.

Not in a thousand years.

Not for you, not for him, not for nobody, white or black.

- Wait.

I do what you want, Makimba.

Don't go.

- It's been a pleasure making your acquaintance, brother.

- Hey, wanna pull the trigger?

Go ahead, pimp.

You got one shot coming, then I'll take it

and shove it up your ass.

- Hey you just leave now, boy.

Your friends are waiting for you.

- Tina, I'll never forget how you been to me.

But you going back to this pimp or some other for sure,

soon as the rent's due.

- Still talking, nigger.

- Now you look cute.

- See mother, I told you he'd straighten up.

Guess I know my own son, huh Jim?

- Sure Dad.

- Gonna be a great day today for you, I just know it is.

- Look at him.

He goes out with Nancy just one night,

today he's up at the crack of dawn to see about

enrolling in school.

How's that for progress?

- It's late, I've gotta rush.

Good luck, son.

- Will you be able to register for next term, Jim?

- I guess so.

- I'm sure Mr. Dorian'll help you.

- I won't need his help.

- How were Mr. and Mrs. Dorian?

- Fine, I guess.

- Didn't you see them?

- No.

But I will.

Tonight, and I'll ask them how they were.

I mean, how they are.

(bluesy music)

- Where's my clip?

My bullets, where are they?

- Where you get that gun?

- I ask you one more time, old man.

Now where'd you put my clip with those bullets?

- I know nothing about no bullets and no gun.

- You lie!

You a lying old bastard Uncle Tom.

- You crazy, boy.

You gone plumb outta your head.

Why you got no rights to lay hands on me.

I'm your father!

- You're no father of mine.

Now where's my goddamn bullets?

- Getting badder and badder, boy, but you got no reason

to hate that white boy who done brung that letter from Clay.

I'm sorry you got beat up by the police,

but you got to learn.

- I learn.

Nobody beats me and gets away with it no more.

I stop running now and I start pushing.

Now get that clip!

- I been a good man all my life.

Try my best to be a good American.

I raise you boys, most by myself since your mama died.

Got one boy dead, one boy kill crazy.

- You been a good American alright.

Whitey's nigger.

I ain't nobody's nigger.

- Listen to me, son.

There's good and there's bad.

Both sides!

- Well I need those bullets to protect me

from those bad pigs.

- You can't go after no police!

They'll kill you for sure!

- Maybe, but they won't stomp nobody else in no alley.

- Give me that gun, Tommy!

Before it's too late!

(dramatic music)

Tommy, Tommy!

Tommy!

- My name Makimba!

Oughta beat you, old man.

Oughta beat your ass good!

Now where's the clip?

Where?

Pop?

Pop?

(crying)

I make a mistake, I make a mistake, Pop!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(funky music)

♫ Hey sunshine

♫ That smile looks good on you

♫ Keep on smiling honey

♫ It's the natural thing to do

♫ Come on baby let's take a ride

♫ I've got a lot of things to say and do with you

♫ Love sure looks good on you

♫ Love

♫ You're the best thing that's happened to me

♫ Nice and easy

♫ Your lovin' touch got on me

♫ Come on baby let's get it on

♫ I want to spend my life with you

♫ Love

♫ Sure looks good on you

♫ Sure looks good on you

♫ Love looks good on you

♫ Love looks good on you

♫ Love looks good on you

- And as much as it has pleased almighty God

in his wise providence to take out of this world

the soul of our deceased brother Thomas Washington,

who lost one son in the foreign wars

and leaves one son, Thomas Junior, to mourn.

We hereby commit his body to the ground.

(choir singing)

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.

Looking for the resurrection in the last day

and in the war to come.

- Listen, I don't expect any trouble,

but if something does go wrong you just get

the hell out of here, you understand?

- Jim, I'm frightened.

Are you sure you have to do this?

- Yeah, it's alright, they've all gone now.

Besides, there's something I want to give to the old man.

- That's your purple heart.

- Yeah, doesn't mean a damn thing to me.

But it might mean something to him.

- You didn't even know him.

- I knew his son.

Both of them are victims.

- Be careful.

- I will.

- [Stans] You don't learn, do you?

(dramatic music)

- What the hell are you two guys doing here?

- Just doing our job, friend.

- Trying to be a dead hero or something?

We told you to stay out of Watts.

- Yeah and I go where the hell I want

and I do what I want.

Hey you, you!

I pick my own friends.

- Look over there.

They're your friends, aren't they?

Why don't you take your pretty girl over there

and introduce her to your friends?

They dig white girls.

- Plenty of room over there under the trees.

Lieutenant and I won't bother you at all,

we'll just stand here and watch.

- Let me tell you guys something.

That old man being buried over there died

never having a chance to live.

I think his people deserve better than being hassled

by you two sick bastards.

- That's one nigger lover that's gonna get himself killed.

- That son of a bitch is there with the pigs.

- I don't think so.

He'd have turned us in before now if he was.

- No man.

He was looking to catch Makimba alone.

- Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of him.

- Hey man, he'll wipe your tiny ass in a minute.

- Size isn't everything.

I've got four inches.

- That son of a bitch is in with 'em.

- I say you're wrong.

- And I say he's right.

You got eyes, ain't ya?

He was just with them.

- That don't prove nothing.

- I'm gonna get that bastard.

I'm gonna give that bastard something

of what his friends gave me.

Want you to do me a favor.

He won't come back to Watts no more,

so hang around Sunset Strip around whitey's joints.

He'll show up.

- Right on, brother.

(bell tolling)

(groovy music)

- (Mumbles), like you.

- Hilarious.

- Naturally, just another humanitarian.

(mumbles) Downtown Vietnam, you should do that.

Now that I like.

Don't laugh.

- Happiness is peace and love throughout the world.

- I'll buy the peace.

- Can I help you with something?

Hey Jim, surprised that you're here.

I see you kept your date.

- Well, how about your date?

- What date?

- Yeah, Nancy, this is Bobbi.

Her, I mean, you know.

We're engaged, sort of.

- Sort of?

What does that mean?

- We are only not official.

- Well best of luck.

- How long you had your job here, Bobbi?

- I got it two days after I met you that night.

That makes it about a month.

Hey I'm going to a party tomorrow,

you wanna come along?

You can bring Nancy.

We'll have a ball.

- Maybe.

- Nice meeting you, Bobbi.

(soft music)

- There he is.

- I knew we'd find him.

- Just like Makimba said.

- Hold tight.

It's too crowded around here.

Let's go inside this head shop, see if we can find out

who he is.

- I bet you're wondering about her.

- Is she why you didn't make that first date?

Right?

- Right.

Look, I just didn't want to get as involved

as we were before.

But I'm glad we did, Nancy, I mean that.

This last month's meant more to me than, well,

than anything.

I can just see things clearer through you somehow.

I know we always planned on getting married,

but I don't think marriage is the answer now.

Nancy, I love you.

Live with me?

I don't want to live together because of some paper

the state makes us sign that says it's okay.

I wanna live together because I love you.

- I love you too, Jim, but what would our parents say?

- The hell with our parents.

They haven't done such a damn good job running this world.

I'm not gonna let them run our lives.

- I want to, but there's so much to think about.

Give me some time.

- I'm gonna rent that apartment you and I looked at

over near campus.

I want you to live there with me.

- I don't know, Jim.

My parents.

- I'll see you at the beach tomorrow at 3 o'clock.

- [Makimba] Yeah.

- We found that honky Jim, man.

- Why don't you hit him there?

- Can't do it.

Can't get to him down here.

It's too crowded.

We talked to the chick over the head shop.

Seems he's going to a party tomorrow.

- Where?

- I got the address.

She even invited us.

Seeing as how she think we all such good friends.

- Hey man, look, I ain't going to no honky party!

- We all going.

Gonna teach that bastard a lesson.

I'm gonna kick his ass just like his pig friends

gave it to me.

(gentle music)

- Hi, sorry I was late.

- That's alright.

- Have you been waiting long?

- No, just a few minutes.

- I've thought about it, Jim.

I want to live with you, I do, but--

- Then live with me.

- It's so difficult.

You know I want to live with you.

But my parents, especially my father, he'd die.

- Crap on your father, Nancy.

Come on, don't cop out.

You just don't want too bad now.

- But Jim, he doesn't understand at all.

- His side or mine?

- Oh Jim, that's no choice.

You're the one I'll be with the rest of my life,

not my father.

- I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna rent that apartment near campus

and I'm gonna hope that you live there with me.

- What'll I say to them?

How will I convince them?

- Look Nancy, you're over the age of reason.

You don't have to convince anybody of anything

except yourself.

Nancy, very few people get a chance at happiness in life.

When it comes, grab it, hang onto it.

- God, I wish it were that simple.

I'm sorry, Jim.

I just can't.

- Then that's your decision

and there's nothing I can do about it.

Don't expect me to wallow in your self-made misery.

(funky music)

- Maybe he ain't coming.

- Like I told your friends, he said he might be here.

- Who might be here?

- Jim.

Just some dude I was seeing.

He was in Vietnam with Makimba's brother.

- You know, I think you blacks is just so masculine.

- Mrs. Kelly throws the most interesting soirees,

doesn't she?

- Yeah but who are all these black people around here?

- I don't know, but they should be at all the parties.

- Woo, woo!

- Hey man, how about you and I get a couple of chicks

and prove man, right here, prove (mumbles).

(laughing)

Oh, my grass.

Somebody peed on my grass.

Oh mama, I love them, I love them mama.

- Hey Carson how about another one of those crazy

flipped out jumps?

- Yeah, come on man, let's see you do one of them

crazy flipped out things.

Let's all do that crazy wild flipped out stuff,

whatchamacallit, hey you wanna do that crazy

flipped out thing with me baby?

Hey baby, that's cool.

You don't want me to flip out with your old lady,

that's cool.

- Cool it baby, little fellow's just about bite size.

- Oh.

Well, when the war comes I hope you're on my side.

- The little fellow.

- Yeah, he is a little fellow.

- Little fellow wants to integrate.

Anybody want him?

- Well, I like vanilla.

- He looks pretty cute to me.

- There's nothing better.

- Look at all these foxes.

Man I'll take that one and that one and that one!

To start.

- You got a big appetite for a little boy.

- Man, all you people look really sweet.

- Listen, baby, when do we start to swing?

- Man we're all waiting on you.

How about you introduce your broad to everybody?

- Oh hey boys, would you like to meet (mumbles)?

Hey, sonny, hey you.

- Get your hands off of me, honky.

Would you rather lose it?

- I'm sorry, I didn't know--

Is he anti-Semetic or something?

- Hey if he is we's all in trouble.

- Let's go for a swim.

- Nobody brung a suit.

- That doesn't matter.

- Whoa, like the lady said, I can dig it.

(groovy music)

(cheering)

- Mrs. Kelly, Mrs. Kelly, Mrs. Kelly!

- Oh, Mr. Adams, how nice to see you.

- Don't give me any of your nices.

I've been watching for over an hour and it's disgusting!

Who are all these people?

Nigroids and everything.

- Well, I'm terribly sorry, we'll keep the noise down.

- And all the nakedness.

Another one of your disgusting parties.

Well this time I've called the police.

Mama's due home any minute and she mustn't see this!

(playful shouting)

- Come on man, pigs on the way, let's get outta here.

- Wait a minute, what's happening?

- Somebody called the police.

- Christ, do you know where Bobbi is?

- Bobbi, I think she's back there somewhere.

Listen, is your name Jim?

- [Jim] Yeah.

- There's a black fellow looking for you,

his name is Makumba or Makamba, I don't know.

- That son of a--

What the idea is following me?

- You gotta debt to pay, honky.

- What debt?

All I did was pay my respects to an old man.

- Fuck you, I know you put the finger on me

and I got the shit kicked out of me for it.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- You saying you don't know nothing about them pigs

stomping Makimba?

- Honest to God, I don't.

- You're lying, you a lying honky prick.

- Listen, asshole, you don't know what you're talking

about and you're the prick.

Now if you want to do something about it, let's do it.

- That's okay by me.

(dramatic music)

Come on!

(kicks)

- Goddamn you, bastard!

Son of a bitch!

- Get 'em out of here!

Here's the one!

He's nothing but trash!

Get this nigroid out of here!

Take him away!

- I'll get you, honky!

I'll get your fucking ass!

- You don't know what the hell you're talking about!

(shouting)

- I believe you man, but he figures you fingered him

to the cops.

You best watch yourself, okay?

- Where's Bobbi?

(bluesy music)

- I don't want any of that stuff.

It's bad for you.

Whatever happened to that square friend of yours?

- Nancy?

- Yeah.

- Nothing.

- I don't see you for two months

and then every night for a week?

You two lovers have a fight?

- Kinda.

- What about?

- Nothing.

- Oh that's cool, fight about nothing.

What's the matter?

Don't you want to talk about it?

- What are you, some kind of goddamn doctor

with all these questions?

You know I really don't find you very amusing.

- I'll tell you I don't find you

a barrel of laughs either.

- So let's shut up and amuse each other.

(haunting music)

Nancy.

- Making love to a guy who doesn't even know who I am

is too much.

- Hey, you know I know who you are.

- You better quit hitting that stuff so hard,

it's gonna kill you.

Why don't you just call her?

- Why don't you just shut up, you dumb bitch?

What do you know?

- I know I'm not a dumb bitch!

I may not have had the breaks to have parents like yours

but at least I make it on my own.

- Make it on your own.

That's the only thing you're good for it making it.

But I gotta admit, you're pretty good at that.

- Practice makes perfect.

- Dumb bitch.

(gentle music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Jim] Hello Nancy?

This is Jim.

- Oh, hello Jim.

- [Jim] Listen, I'm at the motel.

Why don't you come on over?

- I don't know.

- [Jim] Just to talk.

- Maybe.

Goodbye, Jim.

(gargling)

- Damn, shower.

Hi.

Hey, gonna take a shower, you wanna join me?

Sure you don't want a shower?

I feel kinda sweaty.

- [Nancy] Been drinking.

- A little.

- Jim, I don't want to go on this way.

We have a fight 'cause I can't live with you.

Alright, won't live with you.

I don't hear from you for over a week.

Then I get a call in the middle of the night.

- I don't want to talk about it now.

- It's okay, there's nothing to talk about.

I'm leaving.

- No, wait.

I mean I know it's hard on you, with your parents,

but you can't live your life for them.

- I've already gone over this Jim, I'm sorry.

- Nancy.

Let's get married.

- You're drunk.

- No, I mean it.

I mean we talked about it for a long time.

If you won't live with me in sin, we'll get married.

We'll do it tonight.

- I don't think it's anything to joke about, Jim.

- I'm not joking, I mean it, I mean let's just once

do something we wanna do.

The hell with anybody else.

- But that wouldn't be fair to our parents!

They're expecting a big wedding.

It's not for me but they've been so good to me.

Couldn't we have just a small one?

Huh?

(trippy music)

(moves to bluesy music)

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Hey, can we talk?

- I'm busy.

- Just for a second.

- Okay.

Hey, I'll meet you at Fred's.

- Okay.

- Sorry about that fight.

- Oh that's alright, it was kind of stupid anyway.

Where have you been for the last couple weeks?

- Hey listen, let's go somewhere.

- I can't, I told him I'd meet him.

Maybe I can see you tomorrow.

- You're not gonna believe this.

I'm supposed to get married tomorrow.

- That's cool, so I guess you're busy tomorrow.

What do you mean you're supposed to?

- [Jim] I'm not sure I'm gonna go through with it.

- You will, your parents know about it, right?

- Right.

- You'll go through with it.

It'd take guts not to.

(gentle music)

- Hey, brother.

Heard you were back out on the streets.

- Yeah, a month in the can's a long time.

Never again.

Nobody's ever gonna beat me again

and I'm never going back there again.

Been watching that honky Jim like I told you?

- He disappeared, man.

Nobody knows where.

- What about his old lady, the one at the party?

Get his old lady and bring her over here right now.

- What you got in mind, brother?

- I got a lot in mind and I had a month to think about it.

That honky caused everything

and he's gonna pay for everything.

- Right on, brother.

- You get the brothers over here right away.

I told you to get that bitch.

(dramatic music)

(gentle bluesy music)

- I told Father Cholackain I'd meet him inside, so.

Oh, good morning Father.

- Good morning, Jim.

Mr. Webster.

- Father.

- Beautiful day today, Jim.

- Yes, it is.

- I'm telling you man, that cat didn't finger you

to the pigs!

- I seen you at that party.

Man, you so hung up on that white ass

you don't know where your head is.

- His head's in that white ass, man.

- Shit man, ass is ass, white yellow black or green.

- Right on!

Woo hoo!

- Knock that shit off.

We got plans to make.

Now if you're too chicken then you got no place with us.

Maybe you wanna tell your white buddy

what we got planned for him.

- I already done that.

- You told him what I'm gonna do to his white ass?

- I just told him to watch out.

He already know that, you told him.

- And what did you tell him?

- I just told him to watch out.

- You got no right saying nothing to nobody.

- He's trying to be our friend!

- Hey man, fuck that!

Since when do we got white friends?

- Morning, brothers.

- Hey man, what's happening?

- What's happening here?

- I called a meeting, man.

We're gonna pick up the honky's chick.

- What are you talking about, man?

Picking up who?

- His old lady.

The one at the party.

We gonna have a little fun with her

and then she's gonna tell us

where pretty boy is.

- You still hung up on getting that dude?

Man you're crazy.

- That cat didn't finger you to them pigs!

Didn't have nothing to do with it!

- Damnit, this is one big chickenshit nigger

if I ever seen one!

- Hold it!

Now you taking a lot on yourself all of a sudden.

You got a hard on for this bastard, that's your business.

But how come we're doing your business for you?

- I making it my own business!

I promise my father I'd stop running.

- You're wrong in this Makimba.

He's gonna get all our asses in a sling

and I'm telling you all, it's wrong.

Now I ain't having nothing to do with it.

- He's right.

You're wrong, man.

I ain't leaving, but I ain't gonna help you with this.

- Then you just stay out of the way.

Anybody else?

(dramatic music)

- We don't need the others.

Just you and me, quiet, in an alley.

- You realize marriage is a sacred service

that dates back to early man?

Even the pagans had their marriage rites.

Our society today is almost wholly based on marriage.

It is the most sacred service of the church.

A person should not enter into marriage lightly, Jim.

And because of the importance of this service

I wanted to have this little talk with you.

Are you sure you want to go through with this?

(knocks)

(suspenseful music)

- Look pretty good, you wanna change your luck?

- Look, I got something to tell you guys

but you gotta understand

I got nothing to do with it, nothing.

Get me?

- Yeah yeah, we get it.

- Go ahead boy, we're listening.

- Makimba's gonna kill the white guy you caught us with.

- We told the dumb shit he'd get his ass in trouble.

- Look man, that's not all.

They're gonna kidnap his girlfriend.

- White girl?

- Yeah.

- You guys have no right to treat me like this.

- Where is he?

- I don't know, he's no friend of mine.

- Where is he?

(slapping)

- My God, if you know anything, please tell 'em.

- The only thing I know is that he said

he's getting married today.

- Where?

- At the Glass Chapel.

(dramatic music)

- This better be the truth.

- What do you black bastards think you're doing

to that white girl?

Nobody fight me.

(hits)

(guns firing)

(shouting)

- There's one more honky left.

- What the hell?

We gotta get out of town and fast!

The hell with him!

Don't you understand me!

We just killed two cops!

- You're right.

But the bastard that caused all this

ain't gonna live for his wedding night.

(piano and organ music)

- Dearly beloved, we are here assembled

in the presence of the lord to unite this man

and this woman in holy matrimony.

Which estate, instituted by the lord from the beginning

and being of divine appointment is honorable

among all men.

It is therefore not by any to be entered into--

(funky music)

(gun firing)