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♪ Hey, fellow with
a million smackers ♪

♪ And nervous indigestion ♪

How'd you fare down at
Fort Benning, Mr. Bellowes?

Held my own, sir.

Managed two degrees
inside of five years.

Studied straight through the
summers. Thanks to the GI Bill.

'All while working part-time'

over at Dexter Broadman
Advertising, I see.

I joined their creative side
full-time after Wharton.

I'm surprised you
want to write ads

for our little
family operation.

Well, I'm not one for
three-martini lunches, sir.

I have bigger ideas.

- And I know how to sell them.
- Such as?

Well, Mr. Kemp, there's a
housing shortage here in Philly.

'I came out of the service
with Uncle Sam'

backing my first mortgage
and not a patch of ground

in this city to plant my flag,
and I am not alone.

I don't want to
build high-rises.

I'm talking about
houses, sir.

Neighborhoods of good men
and their families.

I want to make you
the Henry Ford of housing.

How exactly do you
plan to do that?

'Well, I'd like
to show you.'

You're gonna have to
take a ride with me.

♪ Have your little fun son ♪

♪ Have your little fun ♪

'Last summer, blight wrecked'

the corn and potato crops
as far as the eye can see.

There's 5,500 acres
sitting in the bargain bin.

- Get to the point, son.
- Cities are crowded.

Dirty, built on grids.

Out here, the streets'll
be peaceful

'winding, named
after colleges'

flowers, pretty girls.

Picture them lined
with ranch-style houses.

'Out front, a bright-green yard'

and an apple tree.

'We'll run print campaigns.'

We'll-we'll open a...a showroom
with plenty of fanfare

and we'll call it..

...Libertyville.

'And when the good people'

of Libertyville want
groceries, a haircut

or, God forbid, a school--

We build those, too!

Shopping plazas with-with
plenty of parking.

Recreation centers where
kids can play baseball.

It'll be a whole new way
of life, the suburbs.

Any thoughts on financing
this boondoggle?

They'll buy on spec.

Home ownership..

...is the cornerstone
of the American dream.

It is what makes
a man a man.

You trust me, sir.

We will sell out
before we break ground.

Lilly, this is
Mrs. Chisholm.

She's got information
on a murder victim

found out in
Somerton in '58.

- I'm Detective Rush.
- Hello.

Thank you.

His name was
Julian Bellowes.

Met him when I first
started out as a maid.

Gracious young man.
Worked for Harrison Kemp.

Married the boss's daughter.

Harrison Kemp
built Libertyville.

Big suburban development
in Somerton.

- Is that where you met him?
- No.

The Kemps were members
of the Senators Club

in Center City.
That's where I worked.

Place is a real
"Who's Who."

The thing is, they said Julian
was killed out in the boonies

'but I think it happened
right there at the club.'

Why is that?

'The night before
they found Julian'

I was on my way
to clean the Legacy Room

after one of Mr. Kemp's
business meetings

when I saw Julian
go back inside.

As soon as the door closes
a fight break out.

All kinds of yelling

g-glass breaking.

- What'd you do?
- Ran for help.

Nobody around.

I got back..

...didn't hear
a peep.

So I looked inside.

Never saw a meeting
end like that.

You know who else
was in there?

'Got a list.'

Been thinking about
it 50 years.

You tell your boss?

He said, "Clean up
and shut up"

if I wanted to
keep my job.

Mrs. Chisholm, why did you wait
so long to come forward?

Just saw my doctor.

Time to get my
house in order.

If walls could talk, I'm
thinking these wouldn't.

'The manager says the room
has barely changed'

'in the last 50 years.'

'Picking up on a theme here.'

'Mary said Julian'

walked through the door
to find his killer waiting.

Guy approaches.
They get into it.

Couple of swings right here.

Somebody crashes into this.

The glass Mary said
she heard breaking.

This panel's different.

Been replaced with
safety glass.

'Old leaded stuff
breaks in shards'

would have
crashed down.

Evidence from
50 years ago.

Hard to come by.

Unless it has a place to hide.

I got it.

Walls may not talk, but
the floor's got something say.

'Residue.'

- Could be blood.
- Mary's right.

Whatever ended in that field
started right here.

'Libertyville.'

"The American dream
called home."

'Some American dream.'

Thirty four year old
Julian Bellowes

throat slit out in
the middle of nowhere.

My aunt and uncle were
Libertyville pioneers.

One night my Uncle Don
has too much to drink

and walks into
the wrong house.

They all looked
exactly alike.

The wife, Caroline Kemp.
Handsome couple.

M.E. says the victim's
injury was caused

by a serrated
blade or glass.

The evidence you found
in the Legacy Room

could be our
murder weapon.

So, he's killed
at the club

then moved 15 miles
to Libertyville?

'No I-95 back then.'

Somerton was an
hour's drive away.

Felt like another planet.

Couple of locals
reported a drifter.

Victim's wallet
was missing.

Assigned was
thinking robbery.

A robbery on a farm
in the middle of nowhere?

How's that happen?

Julian's headed out
there for business

picks up this drifter.

Car was found
near the body.

Let's see if the lab
can get a DNA sample

from his wedding band,
compare it

to the glass samples
we gave 'em.

Anything from the list
Mary Chisholm gave us?

Maybe. Um, two
people stood out.

Angelo Romano and
his son Paul.

Yep. Those Romanos.

Connected a family in the
construction business.

Slit throat. Could have
been a mob hit.

Hmm.

Is that all we got?

Julian's at the Senators Club
night before his body's found.

Kemps are lifelong members there

and not a single statement
from the place?

No interviews with
the victim's family, either.

Why is this box so light?

Good question, Lil. Let me
know when you find out.

Well, I have to admit I was
surprised by your call.

The police didn't seem
to pay attention

when my husband was killed,
never mind 50 years later.

Hope to make up for that
the second time around.

'My mother was only 22'

when he was killed.

She was pregnant with me.

Completely distraught and..

not much use to
the investigation, I'm afraid.

Oh, it was...
it was a difficult time.

There's no interviews from your
husband's coworkers or family.

'Cops ever talk to you?'

Only to tell me that
Julian had been

murdered by a drifter.

Your father was
Julian's boss.

Any idea why he wouldn't
have given a statement?

Are you saying there was
some sort of misconduct?

No, got some... blanks
to fill is all.

Well, Julian was estranged
from his family.

He was close with mine.

I guess silence was my family's
way of...of grieving.

We've got a witness
who came forward.

'Heard your husband
in a fight at'

the Senators Club night
before he died.

He was at the club for a
business meeting with these men.

Recognize any of them?

Well..

...there's
Paul Romano.

Isn't he the guy you were
dating when you met Daddy?

A romance cultivated chiefly

to drive my father
around the bend.

No, it all changed
the moment I saw Julian.

Three's a crowd?

Paul didn't have
a chance.

♪ It looks like love ♪

♪ It feels like love ♪

Cocktail?

Paul, not here.

It's my father's birthday,
for heaven's sake.

So let's take a walk.

'He's gonna be 60
all year, right?'

Maybe you'd like some
champagne instead?

I thought I'd
die of thirst.

I hate to think of you
being neglected.

Think I can look
after my own date.

Not from where I'm standing.

Well, Paul doesn't cha-cha.

Well, then he won't mind warming
the bench now, will you, sport?

- Caroline.
- Daddy.

This is Julian Bellowes.

'I see he beat me
to an introduction.'

You're the "Ivy League genius"
my father's been raving about?

I was picturing
Coke-bottle glasses.

Well, I could go home
and get 'em, if you'd like.

'Julian grew up
a stone's throw'

from Rittenhouse Square,
graduated Wharton.

We have so much
to talk about.

Then shall we?

♪ Here to stay ♪

Julian made
me feel like

I was the only
woman in the room.

We were engaged
a month later.

I take it Paul wasn't too happy
with your whirlwind romance.

Oh, he was angry,
all right.

So angry he slashed
Daddy's tires

that night in
the parking lot, right?

Julian was too much of a
gentleman to call the police.

'Caroline Kemp.'

She was a catch.

If you're into
debutante types.

Saying you didn't mind Julian
Bellows making tracks with her?

Making tracks? The girl
was a prude.

My dog Snowflake had
a better sex life

than I did when
I was going with her.

So, why did you
slash his tires?

Big difference between slashing
Goodyears and killing someone.

Yeah, except Julian's throat
was slashed, too.

Making some kind
of implication?

You got anger management
issues with the guy

and I got a witness that puts
you at a meeting with him

the night before he's dead.

- That's circumstantial.
- Here's a circumstance for you.

Hear Romano Construction
specializes in cement shoes.

We start sniffing
around your sites

we gonna find a body
fresher than '58?

Truth is..

...I felt bad
for the kid.

Getting in bed with
that Protestant family?

You meet those people?

They give you frostbite
just looking at you...

Thirty percent off the top of my
housing sales is unacceptable.

That's even more
than last year.

We been supplying you
quality building materials

over 16 years.

'Without Romano Construction'

you're nothing but blueprints.

Capasso Brothers
in Camden are offering

us a better price
with no profit share.

The Capassos don't care
about your safety..

...the way I do.

We accept your offer.

What?

Now listen here,
Bellowes.

- Dad, he can't just come in--
- Harry. Not now.

Go ahead.

We'll pay your cut
on our builds in town

in exchange for complete control
of our profits in Somerton.

Somerton?

What, now you're going
to sell horse manure?

You got a deal.

Keep your spazzatura
farmland and God bless.

For the Romanos

family is everything.
But not those people.

Kemp, he didn't even know
his son left the room.

So, Julian was squeezing Harry
out of the family business?

Kid had the golden touch.

That, uh, farmland
up in Somerton?

That's Libertyville now.

My father gets his cut,
we'd be havin' this chat

on my own private island.

You ever see Harry and
Julian getting into it?

I saw Harry eating
his heart out plenty.

But it took Julian dying

for Harry to get his
seat back at the table.

Can I help you?

Philly Homicide. Thought
we'd congratulate you

on your promotion
to Vice President.

- 50 years late. 1960.
- '58, actually.

November 30th, according to
the piece we found,

ran in Philly Business Week.

What's this about?

'Your brother-in-law,
Julian Bellowes.'

His murder, your big break.
Only three weeks apart.

Where were you, night before
his body was found?

I don't remember. To be honest,
I lost a couple of years there.

Two of you get
along all right?

Sure. He was my
brother-in-law.

Family, don't you know?

Right. So, any chance you were
with him at the Senators Club?

- 'That's where he was.'
- Uh.

- Told you I don't remember.
- 'Look at this.'

November 6, 1958.

Got your autograph on a bar
tab signed at midnight

same time a witness heard

Julian fighting with someone
in the Legacy Room.

That much gin will rot your gut,
Harry. Does other things too.

I don't know where you're going
with this.

Julian made us a fortune.

What was good for Kemp
and Sons was good for me.

Well, the guy leapfrogs
you to Vice President

gets tagged "Ivy League genius"
by your father

and negotiates deals
while you're...

stammering on the sidelines.

That good for you?

Slipping down the food chain
like a clown on a Vaseline pole?

Well, my ego got a little
bruised, but I got over it.

Besides, Julian did
far worse to others.

♪ I'm not the guy
who cared about love ♪

'So, we should have a contract
in hand in under 15 minutes.'

There's ladies in tears
over the picture windows.

Raw farmland, but they can
already imagine the fruit trees.

Give the people
what they want

they stand in line
for it, Harrison.

You think if we make you
our vice president of sales

I can get you
to call me Dad?

'You're engaged to
my daughter, after all.'

- I'd be honored... Dad.
- Take your pick.

You and Caroline are
going to need more room

once you start
a family.

Early wedding present.

Bunch of thieves
stole my land!

Been in my family
over 200 years!

Julian Bellowes,
Kemp and Sons.

Save the sales
pitch, mister.

This Con man!
Convinced my senile

old granddad to sign
on the dotted line.

Don't believe
a word he says.

If it is land you want,
it is land you'll get.

Please.

Please, let me see
what I can do for you.

Julian was trying
to make it right.

I mean, charming,
full of ideas.

Those attributes were
lost on that hick.

- Old McDonald got a name?
- Julian negotiated the deal.

And you decided not to tell
the cops about this incident

even when Julian shows up dead
in the same neck of the woods?

We were selling
houses on spec.

If people thought we were
robbing farmers of their land

it would have
decimated sales.

'Tracked down the families'

who sold their land
to Kemp and Sons.

Casey Hollenbeck
filed a complaint

with the Better
Business Bureau.

Arrested in '62
for disorderly conduct.

Guy spent his life raising
and slaughtering livestock so

he would have known
his way around a knife.

Lived two miles from where
Julian's body was found.

You, uh, check out any
of those Libertyville

homes while you were
out there, Nick?

Matter of fact, saw a
few "for sale" signs.

- Might look into it.
- Well, interest rates are low.

Time to act is now.

Where is this
Casey Hollenbeck today?

Died in '94.
I'm looking for anyone

who might have seen him
at Julian's office.

Julian's secretary
still around?

Yeah, uh, Joan Rasky.

- On her way in now.
- Lab report's back.

DNA from the glass
in the heating vent

doesn't match Julian.

Working on whose
it might be.

You have a swab
from Harry?

Paul Romano, too.

What? I'm not going to sit
in the corner and knit.

Pace yourself, Will. I don't
want you busting a stitch.

Got Julian's bank records.

Guy wrote over $2,000
worth of checks to cash.

Hundred bucks a week, every
week, leading up to his murder.

Two thousand clams. That's
a lot of cash back then.

Gambling, mistress,
drugs.

Or a payoff.

I worked with
Mr. Bellowes

from February of '58 until
he passed away that November.

A farmer out
of Somerton, uh

Casey Hollenbeck...had
a gripe with Julian.

Did he ever show up
at Julian's office?

Angry as sin.

But Mr. Bellowes patched
it up with him, of course.

How did he do that?

Well, he just explained

that this city was
sprawling north

whether he
liked it or not

and he set his whole family
up in Libertyville homes.

We found weekly checks
made out to cash

in his personal
records.

Any chance Julian
was paying him off?

You know, I really don't
have any information

about his personal
accounts Detective.

Julian's gone, Joan.

And the person
who killed him

might still
be out there.

I put those checks in
the mail once a week

but not to a
Mr. Hollenbeck.

They were addressed
to an R. Reynolds.

Any idea who that was?

I didn't know,
and I didn't ask.

And then, one day,
the answer came walking in.

♪ No ♪

♪ Never again ♪

I'm here to see
Mr. Bellowes.

- Your name?
- Mrs. Regina Reynolds.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Reynolds.
Do you have an appointment?

It's urgent.

Mr. Bellowes is behind
closed doors at the moment.

Well, you can let
Mr. Bellowes know

I am not one for
causing a scene

but I am happy
to give it a whirl.

♪ Changes the two ♪

Take five,
Mrs. Libertyville.

There's a woman here to
see you, Mr. Bellowes.

She's, um...a Negro.

♪ Strong enough
to flout romance ♪

♪ And say you're out ♪

What are you doing here?

- We have an agreement.
- This can't wait.

Now is not the time.
I'll call you.

I promise.

So, you can imagine
the scandal in 1958.

Do you happen to remember the
address you sent those checks?

I do. I typed it so many times
it's in the permanent file.

22-21, Robman Street.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Thanks for joining me.

Figured, as long as I was going
to be in Philly, well--

I can't pass up Chinese.

Remember this place?

Brought you here
when you were a kid.

Used to have an aquarium
by the door.

Oh, with the angelfish.

Christmas.

We'd come here at
Christmastime.

Red lanterns,
close as we

were going to get
to decorations.

'Still love the holidays.'

Yeah.

Sure.

You know, she didn't
mess it all up.

'One year I was six.'

Well, we skipped the Chinese,
but not the gin, and..

...and I helped her walk home,
and she was so...sad.

Said we didn't have
any money for presents

but when we got home

there was this bike
on the steps.

Red Huffy with
a banana seat.

I don't know.

Maybe she had some kind
of pull with Santa.

'Why you looking
at me like that?'

Ask Santa. I'm sworn
to secrecy.

I loved that bike.

I, uh, went ahead
and ordered.

You need a menu or you
know what you want?

Um, sesame noodles,
Szechuan green beans

and hot and sour soup.

Something I said?

'Great minds
think alike.'

Sesame noodles.

'Szechuan green beans.'

Guess the soup's
still on its way.

Eat before they get cold.

22-21, Robman Street.

Pissed-off white guy
from work

can't handle Julian's
taste in women

follows him back
to Regina's place.

White guy?

How do you think Regina's black
husband was gonna take it?

His wife cheating on
him with Julian.

You got a point.

- Regina Reynolds?
- Yes?

Few questions about
Julian Bellowes.

- Remember him?
- "Remember him?"

Two of you
were involved?

Of course we were.

Julian was my brother.

'Our mother was Creole.'

Plenty of light-skinned
folks in our community

but Julian was by
far the lightest.

Kids gave him a hard time

for not being black enough.

'Made him a man
without a country.'

How were things at home?

Julian came back
from the service.

Living as a white man.

My father felt that he
had lost his only son

but he never would
have hurt him.

What was so urgent, had you
showing up at his office?

Our father was dying.

- I wanted Julian to know.
- Julian ever send you money?

Every week without fail.
Think it eased his conscience.

Of course, we would
have traded every dime

to have him
around instead.

Anyone you know find out
what Julian was doing?

Secret like that

it's bound to catch
up with you.

I see you got married.

Her name's Caroline.

She's a wonderful girl.

How much longer
does he have?

Doctor says we're
at the end.

It's not too
late, Julian.

- It's Daddy.
- He won't want to see me.

Caroline's expecting.

- We're gonna have a baby.
- 'A baby?'

But what happens if--

I haven't been able
to sleep in weeks.

Julian.

You've got to get
ahead of this.

Lieutenant Bellowes.

George Watson
from Fort Benning.

I think you're mistaken.

No mistake about it.

This is you, isn't it?

'Your wife sure
is pretty.'

Sure have done well for
yourself, Lieutenant Bellowes.

Is there something
I can help you with?

Come to think of it,
there is.

Like to come to that office
of yours sometime.

Catch up, talk business.

You have a card?

Call first, alright?

That was the last time
I saw him.

He never got a chance to say
good-bye to my father.

'George Watson.'

He the one with
the carpet company?

- Seen his ads.
- That's him.

He was just getting
started back then.

Why didn't you tell
the cops about this

when you found out
Julian was murdered?

I was a stranger

at my own brother's
funeral, wondering

who all those people were.

What they meant to him.

I realized that

he belonged to them now.

And if that's the way
he wanted it

I was going to
honor his wishes.

When's the last time you saw
Julian Bellowes, George?

In the service.

Fort Benning, Georgia.

'Peacetime enlistment.'

A witness saw Julian give
you his business card.

Hot Skillet Diner
South Philly

few weeks before
he was killed.

You're right. Sorry, Detective,
that was a long time ago.

Anything in particular you
wanted to discuss with Julian?

Let me see. Um, I was interested
in some work

he was doing up
in Somerton.

You wanted to buy
a Libertyville property?

No, not at all.

I was interested in laying
carpet in all those new builds.

We found your name in Julian's
office phone records.

You left more than
ten messages for him.

Successful men don't take
no for an answer.

That's the way
I built my company.

Any disciplinary issues when
you were in the Army, George?

'Dug up your service record.'

Three non-judicial punishments
in your first tour

all from
Lieutenant Julian Bellowes.

'W-Wait a second, now.'

He treated me fair.
Same as the rest.

Must have made you angry,
seeing him in that diner

realizing the guy who'd been so
tough on you was pretending.

I was angry because
he denied knowing me.

Truth is, I'd known for a long
time the secret he was hiding.

Man, I don't know about
that Army barber.

I mean, he gonna know
what to do with my kitchen?

You seem to be
in decent shape.

Tell him to use
the clippers.

Private Bellowes.

Yes, sir?

Soldier, how'd you get
through school

with grades like this
and never learn

how to check a box?

You marked "Negro"
instead of "white."

Excuse me?

'You could've ended up on KP
duty for the rest of your tour.'

Unless you'd rather peel
potatoes than command a unit.

My mistake.

'Now, report to Company
First Sergeant in Processing'

'before they close.'

Yes, sir.

Julian had a choice.

A way to be
treated better.

Who was I to
stand in his way?

'He ever give you that carpet
contract you were after?'

No. I guess he was afraid I
would tell someone his secret.

I thought successful men
didn't take no for an answer.

Look, I didn't
begrudge the man.

If I'd had
the same choice

no idea what
I would've done.

- 'Thank you.'
- Ma'am?

The family I..

...I always
wanted to meet.

He told me they had
nothing in common.

They'd had a falling out
over Julian's career plans.

It's something much
bigger than that.

Now that you know,
it shed any light?

It explains what he was
trying to tell me.

Julian.

'You all right?'

I'm fine.

You should go
back to sleep.

Can't remember the last
time you weren't awake

half the night.

Is it about the baby?

Are you nervous about
becoming a father?

Of course not.

Is it about Harry?

What do you mean?

He's got the silliest thing
stuck in his craw.

He had a conversation
with Gene Reilly.

Gene's a deacon
over at All Souls.

It was so strange, but Gene says
he's never heard of your family.

I told Harry he
must be mistaken.

There's got to be
more than one All Souls.

I know you don't like me
to bring up your family

and I promised myself
I'd stop asking

but...well, there's
gonna be a baby.

Your parents are gonna
be grandparents.

And they made you.

Which makes me love them.

There's so much that you don't
know about me, Caroline.

You mean you don't actually
like to cha-cha?

I'm serious.

There's nothing
you could tell me

that would make me
stop loving you.

Thank you.

I thought he was..

...he was worried about
coming from modest means.

What a world
we lived in

that he felt he couldn't
tell me the truth.

You said Harry was looking
into Julian's past.

It possible he found out
about your husband's secret?

My brother would
have told me.

Wouldn't he?

The hell you still
doing here, Will?

Could ask you
the same thing.

Fair enough.

Lab results came back.

Blood on the broken glass
from the Legacy Room

was Harry Kemp, Junior's.

Night before he died

Julian was fighting with
his brother-in-law.

Caroline said he had been
looking into Julian's past.

Sounds like it finally
caught up with him.

Well, last time we
spoke you stated

you and Julian
were pretty tight.

- Family, you said.
- Uh, that's right, yeah.

You got a little detective
in you, Harry?

'Looking into Julian's past.'

Sniffing around
the church he went to.

In 1958, where you
went to church

was your family's
social circle.

I mean, when he told me

that he went to
All Souls, I--

You-You wanted to know where
this cowboy rode in from.

Looking for a crack in
that smooth veneer of his.

Yeah, maybe.

'You found out he
didn't go there.'

Never had.

Guy lied to your
father, your sister.

Wonder why he'd lie
like that, Harry?

I don't know.

You know, my mom

always warned me
not to drink gin.

Said it messed
with your head.

Could make you do things
you didn't mean to.

And you loved your
gin martini, Harry.

Tossing 'em back in the Legacy
Room. Then Julian comes back.

Told us it wasn't you
fighting with him that night.

You want to stick
with that story?

Julian's throat
got sliced.

- Could have been broken glass.
- So?

The blood on the pieces
we found in the Legacy Room?

Guess whose DNA.

You know, juries love
that DNA evidence, Harry.

If I was you, I'd start
cooking up an alibi.

I didn't want to hurt him.

I just wanted
the truth.

Harry.

Look, I know you've been
talking to Caroline about me.

You got a problem
with that, Julian?

She's my damn sister.

Come on. I'm, I'm here
to come clean.

You lied about where
you grew up.

You lied about
who you are.

Who are you,
you damn fraud?

Okay. We'll talk
when you're sober.

Father's betting
everything on a con man

while I'm stuck in the stockroom
sharpening pencils!

I know you've gotten a raw deal
ever since I showed up.

Yes.

But everyone deserves a shot
to prove themselves

and I'm going to make sure
your father gives you yours.

Why the hell should
I believe you?

I lied about who I
was because I had to.

It was the only way
for me to be myself

and not be trapped
by where I come from.

And where the hell is that?

Abyssinian Baptist is a couple
of blocks north of here.

That's where I was baptized.

That's where my whole
family was baptized.

Right there..

...is where I grew up.

My father is a carpenter.

His name is
James Ridley Bellowes.

He's a Negro, Harry.

So am I.

You're related to them?

I'm their son.

You remember the old saw
about judging a book?

Does my sister know?

I'm gonna tell her next.

Figured I'd start with
my toughest customer.

- What's the party for?
- 'It's not a party.'

They're saying
good-bye to him.

Who?

My father.

He's dying.

Why aren't you in
there with them?

There's something
I got to make right.

When I do, that's when
I can go home again.

I don't know,
He dropped me off

Drove me home.
Never saw him again.

Anyone else find out?
Your father maybe?

Julian's death
destroyed Dad.

I got the feeling he wished it
had been me instead of Julian.

So I told him the secret.

You never saw tears
dry up so fast.

'"Don't tell Caroline."
That's all he said.'

Went in his office,
shut the door

started working
the phones.

Well, who was
he calling?

Well, his high-placed
friends.

Put a lid on the whole
investigation.

Julian said there was something
he needed to make right

before he could go home again?
You know what that was?

Yeah, he wanted to integrate
Libertyville.

He'd already implemented
the idea.

Well, how so?

A few weeks
before his death

he preapproved a loan
for a mortgage.

The first black family.

- You remember who they were?
- No, I never did know.

Took another 25 years

for the first black family
to move into Libertyville.

Libertyville handled its own
mortgage applications.

- You still got those records?
- There's a storage facility.

- And 50 years of paperwork.
- You dig, Harry. I'll watch.

Give me a shot
at this guy, John.

Doc said restricted duty.

The only thing that's gonna
cure me is doing my job.

Go on. Get in there.

'You told us you
had no interest'

in a Libertyville home, George.
Look what we found.

A mortgage application for a
model called The Philadelphian.

That you, George?

Well, that-that looks
like my signature.

'This is where it says
you've been preapproved.'

- Whose name's that?
- It's Julian Bellowes.

What happened, George?
Know you never lived there.

I don't remember.
A long time ago.

'Well, mortgage was being
set up at Emerson Mutual'

Center City branch.

Everything was
going through.

Until that morning,
November 7, 1958.

'When you went to the bank
to pick up your check'

they told you you couldn't
have that loan after all.

I built my company
from scratch.

12 stores in
the tri-state area.

- Ads on television.
- 'Had your wife with you.'

Must have been hard
having them tell you

they'd changed their mind
right in front of her.

Put three kids through
college without help.

Did it all myself.

'Look, reversing your
application like that.'

I know what happened.

They saw the color
of your skin.

Keep your grass mowed
and kids on point.

Smile friendly
and never complain.

Still..

...the neighbors
are nervous.

I know.

I lived next door
to 'em myself.

I know exactly what
you would have done

if you had the choice
Julian Bellowes had.

Hell, George, we both would
have done the same damn thing.

- Taken it.
- Yeah.

'Black or not'

Julian had no idea

what it was like for
men like you and me.

He set me up
for a fall.

Made you promises
he couldn't keep.

"Out front, a bright green
yard and an apple tree."

"A neighborhood of good men
and their families."

I just wanted
what was fair.

What every other qualified vet
was getting when they came home.

"A piece of
the American dream."

Alright, I know it
doesn't look like much

but Phase 5 is going to be
our best project yet.

I brought the sketches
for you.

We're going to put
a kidney-shaped pool right--

What the hell's the matter
with you, huh?

- Your bank rejected me!
- What do you mean?

I personally approved
your application.

My wife got herself
a new dress.

Wanted to look
her best.

Bank manager takes
one look at us

then starts talking
about some clerical error!

Just calm down, George,
I will call him myself

and I will straighten
this out.

She cried..

...all the way home.

Nothing I could say made
a bit of difference.

I let my family down
because of you!

The policies are wrong.

No matter how
hard I work

I can't make my life look like
it looks in one of your ads.

If I got to lend you
the money myself, I will.

You think I want
your charity, huh?

I got my own down payment
and the monthly.

- I just can't get a break.
- I understand.

You have no idea what
I'm talking about!

I caught more than my share of
hell for the color of my skin.

Most of it from
my own people.

What, you blaming
us now, huh?

'Cause we can't snap our
fingers, skip to the head

of the line like you did?

There's not a day that I have
not regretted that decision.

- This is my fight, too.
- How dare you?! Huh?

Running around, pretending
to be a white man

and now you want
to be my brother?

What you are
is a disgrace.

♪ This land is your land ♪

♪ This land is my land ♪

♪ From California ♪

♪ Well to the New York Island ♪

♪ From the redwood forest ♪

♪ To the Gulf Stream waters ♪

♪ I tell you ♪

♪ This land was made
for you and me ♪

♪ As I went walkin' ♪

♪ Down that ribbon
of a highway ♪

♪ I saw above me ♪

♪ All that endless skyway ♪

♪ Now I saw below me ♪

♪ That golden valley ♪

♪ And I said ♪

♪ This land ♪

♪ Was made for you and me ♪

♪ This land is your land ♪

♪ This land is my land ♪

♪ From Riverside California ♪

♪ Up to the Staten Island ♪

♪ Way on down
to Augusta Georgia ♪

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