All language subtitles for Spook Who Sat by the Door, The (1973)

Alright, this is the gun lap
for the re-election,

so give it to me straight.

Well, there are no major defectors
for campaign contributions, dear.

The war chest is in excellent shape.
-Good. Very good.

What is our image?

We've programmed the latest polls, senator.

Lewis-Harris gave us the random-pattern
sampling with peer group anchorage.

Gallup, a saturization
vertical syndrome study

with horizontal
personality backstopping.

and NORC ran an ethnic study
with racial and religious breakdown,

status group compensation,
and socioeconomic balancing.

Yes. Good... but, am I winning or losing?

Losing, senator.

Losing?

But why? The computers
had me ahead last December.

It checks out on both
computers plus the one we

have as a safety valve
backstopping cross-check.

If the elections were held today, you
would lose by 1.846 percentile.

1.846 percentile. Oh, yes.
Hmm...

The computers don't lie.

Isn't there a possible breakthrough
with any of the peer groups?

How are we doing on the Jewish vote?

The senator's solid with
the Jews, Mrs. Hennington.

The Negroes are the trouble spot.

The Negroes?

I'm the best friend
those people have in Washington!

The computers indicate a
sharp decline immediately

after your law-and-order
speech last Winter.

[sighs]

Alright, alright.

Now, let's see if we can
come up with some ideas here.

First, how do we retrieve the lost

Neg...

Black vote?

Gil, why don't we accuse the CIA
of a racially discriminatory hiring policy?

They have no Negroes.
Except on a menial level, you know.

You're certain Belinda?
I mean, that may be it.

I'm positive.

But I'll check it out with
our man over at personnel.

Good.

Whoever they select will be
the best-known spy since 007.

You may now stand.

Raise your right hands
and repeat after me.

I do hereby swear
I do hereby swear

To uphold the laws of the United States of America
To uphold the laws of the United States of America

...and those laws governing
the Central Intelligence Agency.

What do you see in this ink blot?

I see a man.

If I were undercover as a
political or economic officer in an

embassy and I was questioned
about racisim in the United States,

I'd point out that they also
have racial and religous troubles.

A thing like that isn't
resolved overnight.

And that our country is
firmly behind racial progress

and great strides are being
made here.

Thank you.

And so on behalf of the director
of our Agency, I'd like to
offer congratulations

on completing our tough
preliminary training course.

After weeks of physical
and psychological testing,

you ten men have
survived the more than forty

already sworn in, who in turn were selected from a
careful screening and security check of hundreds.

You men, therefore
represent the best of your race.

The survivors of our regular training
course that begin tomorrow

will be the first of your race
to join the finest intelligence

and espionage fraternity
in the history of mankind.

I must emphasize however that
you are by no means agents as yet.

The selecting-out process
continues right up until graduation day.

So, keep on your toes,
keep your noses clean

and I hope to congratulate
you on joining the team

at the end of the training course.

Thank you.

Well, ain't it groovy to be a spy?

Right on!

Really!

We the first spooks
to be spooks for the CIA!

[group laughter]

Hey man, you know how much
this Scotch costs in the commissary?

Three dollars.

Chivas Regal.

Yeah that's cheaper overseas, man.

Yeah and rent-free
housing overseas, too.

You went to Fisk, didn't you?
I'm from Harvard.

Say, you a frat man?

Yeah man, Alpha.

No kidding baby, so am I!

Okay!

Didn't we meet last year
at the Penn Relays?

Wow man, yeah!
At that party at the motel!

[laughter]
Hey man, we got it made now.

Yeah but don't forget
what Carstairs said.

They can still flunk us out.

Yeah I don't think Carstairs would
be uptight if we all flunked out.

You know that PT
instructor Calhoun hates us.

Hey man it doesn't
matter how they feel.

Y'know, the word is integration.
From the top.

Now, some of us have
gotta make it... and we're it.

You just have to understand
the theory of tokenism.

Look...

they grade on a curve.
None of us get too eager...

Gentleman's seat for everybody, right?

Hear hear.
- Right.

Four more seconds.

[explosion]

As you can see, gentlemen
there is one quick way to fail this course.

...then we take the two wires.
Place them here and crimp them together

making the connection positive.

Take the switch there
and we throw it.

Alright, we'll operate the
ignition by remote control.

Always use those materials
which are easily accessible

to any citizen of the country
in which you are operating.

Okay.
Let's go.

[rapid gunfire]

How long before this
experiment in integration ends?

There are only six left
in the group, general.

And?

The top-ranking man academically
will fail the physical requirements.

He's no athlete.
Another figures to flunk

this week's exam,

but one might make it.

You assured me two weeks
ago no one would survive!

- Somehow I forgot Freeman even existed.

He has a way of fading
into the background,

but he's been among the top three in
academics and first in athletic training.

Yes, they do make good athletes.
Which one is he?

That one.

[door knock]
Come in!

Hey, Freeman.
- Hey. Come on in.

Listen, we're going into Washington.
Wanna come along with us?

No. Got some studying to do.
- Oh.

They been letting us in town for a month
now man and you ain't been outta here yet.

You're goin nuts in here.
- Well, maybe next time.

Maybe you oughta cool it.
- Cool it?

Mhm. Cool it. If you weren't so
eager to please the white man, and send

that grading curve up there'd be
three times as many of us here now.

What kinda Tom are you, anyway?

The same as you I guess.

Except that I don't try
to have it both ways.

And you better watch what
you say about white folks

behind their back. This
place could be bugged.

[sigh] Are you calling
me a Tom, man?

Well,

none of us were picked for
our militancy, now were we?

Now why don't you go
away and let me alone?

Why don't you join the team, man?

Team?

Man, I'm not playing any games.

Man, you just don't belong.

I think you'd be happier
with a mop in your hands!

Like your mama.

Let's step outside, now.

No.
[music stops]

No.

You don't wanna
step outside with me.

Because baby,
I would kick your ass.

Come on now.
- No no no, wait a minute, man!

No, no wait a minute!
This fool is crazy man!

[Freeman sighs]

Uh, glass of Courvoisier.

And would you give the young lady down
there at the bar whatever she's drinking?

Yes.

This is from the fella
to the end of the bar.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

You lookin' for some action?

Yeah.

How much?

Fifteen and five.
Five for the hotel.

Yeah.

And all night?

Not on Saturday, baby.

Okay.

You know,

you remind me of someone.

Oh, really?
Who?

A queen.

Look baby, all you got
to do is give me my bread.

You don't have to talk no trash.

No, really.

What kinda queen?

A queen from Dahomey.

Da-who?

What the hell is Dahomey?

Dahomey was a great nation of Africa.

Africa?

No, really.

I've got a book with a picture

and you look just like her.
I'll give you the book.

Sure.

No, you two could be
twins except that she um,

wore her hair different.

How?

Almost kinda like
natural, you know?

The way it grew.

You'd look good like that.

Look, honey...

If you a hairdresser,
maybe I can get you a boy.

No, no, no.
You'll do.

Good.

Then why don't you
just be a trick and stop

talking all that shit about
queens and kinky hair?

Okay, okay.

Listen, can I get you another drink?

Mmhmm.

[liquid pouring]

You really got a book with a
picture in it that look like me?

I'll bring you the book.

When?

The next time I see you.

Ugh!

Matte.

Rei.

Hai.

Rei.

Mr. Freeman.

You will stay for
additional instruction.

Mr. Freeman,

I don't think you people
belong in our outfit.

I don't have anything
against the rest of the group.

They just don't measure up.

But you I don't like.

I don't understand, sir.

Well, I don't like
your phony humility

and I don't like your style.

This is a team for men.

Not misplaced cotton pickers.

- Yes, sir.

Stow the "yassah boss,"
it doesn't work on me.

I'll give you a chance. Just
go up to the office and resign.

Otherwise, we fight.

Now your black belt
matches my own

so you won't be able
to whine "brutality."

Equal opportunity that
you people claim you want.

Mr. Soo, shinpan.

Hi-ya!

Hi - !
Ya!

Hi-ya!

Rest?

No.

Ain't no rest for the weary.

Hi-ya!

Hi-ya!

Hi-ya!

[Calhoun screams]

Hi-ya!

[loud slam]

Calhoun-san, are you alright?

Hey, baby.

Don't look so sad.

Be back in a month.

Well, at least we won't
have to stay in a hotel.

They let us start commuting in two
weeks and I'm gonna get us a pad.

You know, I don't mind
this place too much.

It kinda reminds me of that
hotel off campus. Remember?

Well, listen. What would happen
to the Cook County Department

of Welfare if the star caseworker
missed work tomorrow?

Casework supervisor, hon!

Okay, okay, Ms. Bigtime!
But what would happen?

You mean play hooky?

Yeah.

I found a beautiful
restaurant last week.

Ooh, do they have
shark's fin soup?

No it's a West
Indian restaurant.

Oh, shark's fin soup
with peas and rice, huh?

Yes.
- Hmm.

Hope they stay open late.

They've all been eliminated
except Freeman, sir.

Will he make it?

I think so. He has written
and oral finals this week.

Security?

Checks out so far.

Routine security checks in the training
barracks and checks on his activities

in Washington. Of course
he's only been allowed

out of the training area
for the last two months.

Anything suspicious?

Uh, no sir.

He checked into a
colored hotel, spent his

weekends in the ghetto.
Mostly on U street.

That's pretty tough territory.

Yes sir, but he
seems at home there.

He grew up in a neighborhood
much like it in Chicago.

How did he get through college?

Athletic scholarship.

That figures.

Also explains the Calhoun incident.

Sir, in fairness to Calhoun,

Freeman's been studying
Judo privately for years.

Politics?

Apolitical. He was
involved in Civil Rights

activity as a student,
but nothing pink or radical.

Men or women?

Women.

No hint of homosexuality.
Developed a liaison with a

prostitute on U street. Also
has a girlfriend in Chicago.

Apparently he's known her
since they were college students.

Why don't you run a final
six-nine security check.

It's already in progress.
It should be finished in a few days.

And whirl up a dossier on
this whore and give it to me.

Leave Freeman's file.
Security is in?

Yes sir.

Figured out something
for him to do?

Yes sir.

Well, like it or not, look's
as if we're intergrated.

Do you know if he
takes any dope?

Heroin, LSD, marijuana, pills?

No.

He don't even smoke.
He ain't no junkie, baby.

Does he have a tendency
to boast? Brag about himself?

He don't talk
about himself at all.

Most regular tricks wanna tell
you the story of their whole lives.

Does he gamble?

If he do I don't know about it.

Took him to a join one
night. Craps, poker.

If he get in, I get a cut. He
just stand around and look.

Would you say he's violent?
Uncontrollable temper?

Temper?

No. He don't
never lose his cool.

But people don't
give him no shit.

Oh? How do you mean?

He's one of them quiet kinda cats
that people just don't mess with.

Like that time I was
telling you about...

Yes.

The cat that owned it
owed me some bread.

Started to get off-
the-wall about it.

Then he check out Freeman.

Just standing there,
quiet. Diggin' the action.

And the cat. Bad.
Make two of Freeman.

Check out Freeman, look
at me, give me my bread.

Thought about that that night.

He ain't my man or
nothing like that,

but I know that if I got
in trouble, he'd be in it.

I think he'd be real bad
once he get going, too.

What about his sexual habits?

Hmm?

Do you think he
might be homosexual?

No.

You wasting your time there.

What is the guiding principle of
an underground guerilla army?

To live off the country.

To rely on nothing in the way
of logistics or supplies which

cannot be obtained easily and
simply, whether legally or illegally.

What happens in an
underground organization

when the first or second in
command are killed or captured?

Each man is trained to handle positions
three steps ahead of him in grade.

The Operations Officer takes over
and the others move up two grades.

That's fine. That concludes
our oral examination

and let me congratulate
you on being

the first Negro officer in the
Central Intelligence Agency.

We've programmed your aptitudes
into our computer personnel system.

You are to be our new Top Secret
Reproductions Center Section Chief.

Hey.

Oh. Hi Doris!

What brings you all the way down
here to the third sub-basement?

The general needs someone
to give a guided tour

for a bunch of senators.
You think you can handle it?

Yeah. Yeah I think I can handle that.
- Good.

Senators are in the general's office now.
- Okay.

Freeman, you don't
like me do you?

What makes you say that?

You never seem very friendly when you
bring Top Secret documents to the office.

Sometimes it seems like you
don't even know I'm around.

Oh, it's just that I'm
preoccupied with my duties.

I just wanna make
good here, that's all.

You're very
ambitious, aren't you?

Yeah.

I wanna be the best Reproductions
Section Chief they've ever had.

But you are! Everyone says you're
doing much better than expected.

Well, I certainly hope so.

Gentlemen, our Mr. Freeman.
He'll conduct your tour.

Senator Barton,
Senator Chambers, Senator Wilson.

How do you do sir?
- Right this way, gentlemen.

General, I'm delighted. A member
of your personal staff already!

Now that's integration in action!

You know that's not a bad idea...
put him on my personal staff.

If he doesn't bungle this
tour, we'll keep him up here.

Yes sir, we can put him out in reception.
All our visitors could see we're integrated.

I'm not coming back to
Washington anymore, Dan.

I'm getting married.

[Freeman sighs]

The doctor or the lawyer?

The doctor.

Well...

he seems like a nice cat.

Dan, I'm sorry,

but I'm not getting any younger.

And I'm not in your bag. Right.

I always knew it had
to happen someday.

It's alright, baby.

Baby.

Joy, let's say goodbye right.

[footsteps echoing]

Dan, I am certainly pleased with
the way you're fitting into the Agency.

How long have you been with us now?

A bit more than five years, sir.

And you've done well.
You're a credit to your race.

Thank you, sir.

Hard work, Dan. No shortcuts.

Other minorities have pulled
themselves up by their bootstraps.

Yes, sir.

You're a perfect example, Dan.

A fine natural athlete. Well no
denying, your people are great in sports!

Well, thank you sir, but
we still have a long way to go.

Right.

There's still a cultural
gap to be closed.

It's a question of evolution.
Of course it'll take generations.

In the meantime, you people must
earn respect by serving the country.

Freeman, you people must serve.

[distant footsteps echoing]

General, I want to serve.
- I don't understand.

Your comments last Friday afternoon

convinced me I can
make a real contribution.

So I'm going back to Chicago to work
with my people and show them the way.

Don't be hasty, Freeman!
Perhaps you should think this thing over.

After all, you do set an
example for your people to follow.

I realize that general,
and I have thought about it.

But I've decided to take
this position with the

Social Service Foundation and
help my people help themselves.

Use what I've learned here.

Well, I'll be sorry to see you go, man.

Take all the time you
need to phase out here.

Be sure to let us know how
things are going in Chicago.

Alright sir, I will.

Carstairs, bring in Freeman's file.

[door opening]

Freeman's leaving us for a
do-gooder outfit in Chicago.

More money?
- What else?

Check out this foundation he used to work
for. Saturation in-depth security check.

And Freeman?

He's safe enough. A routine
surveillance of the foundation was clean.

Phone tap, random and regular
checks on his activities and associates.

I'll telex the Chicago office today.

Dan, we really got
our work cut out for us.

Some of the baddest young
dudes in Chicago, if not the

country, are operating
right here in our territory.

The King Cobras.

I used to be a Cobra.

[laughter] You?

Yeah. They used
to call me Turk.

That gang goes back
about thirty years.

Listen, do they still hang out
down at that, what is it, Pete's?

Yeah you can find them there any
night. Except now they own the place.

Hello Mrs. Duncan.

Oh Mr. Freeman, hi.
Why don't you join me?

Good.

That looks good.

It is delicious! You oughtta try some.

Mrs. Duncan, how's
your son Shorty doing?

Oh Shorty's doing just fine.

He's got a job now.
Making good money.

In fact he just bought
me a color television set.

I hear that he's not only running
numbers, but pushing drugs.

I hear he's hooked.

No!

He ain't no real junkie...
sure, he shoots up now and then.

I don't think he got no more than about
a twenty- or thirty- dollar-a-week habit

and that ain't no habit!

Well, did you ever think
that he could end up in jail?

Not unless somebody turned
the heat on in the precinct.

And then I can't hardly
see why they'd be after

Shorty, 'cause he
ain't into it that much.

Did Shorty ever think about
finishing at least high school?

No. He don't want no part of school.

You know how them teachers are.

Well, without an education,
what's he going to do?

Mr. Freeman, you know
ain't nothing out there for us

but right out there in those
streets where Shorty is.

How you doin', Shorty?

Hey Turk.

I just saw your mother
inside the restaurant.

Yeah I was just on my way
down to lay some bread on her.

Shorty, the word is on the vine that
you're not making your payoff to the cops.

That's just a rumor, Turk.

You mind if I give
you a little advice?

Naw, go ahead.

Why don't you just
quit dealing altogether?

Aw man, you know I can't
do that Turk! It's survival!

You ever stop to think
what would happen in these

streets if we cut off the
flow of drugs altogether?

White folks control your neighborhood
through drugs, and you dealin'?

So what you gonna do
now, give me a sermon?

No, no. No sermon,
Shorty. I just thought I'd ask.

This is our table.

I been wanting to talk to you.

No talk, social worker.

You better split.

You know who I am?

Yeah, flunky. We know who you are.

[sigh] Let's go out
in the alley. This won't take long.

You don't wanna go out there, man.
That's the way you wanna go. Right now.

Yeah.
- Alright.

[yelling in pain]

Next time, social worker,
we'll have us a piece too.

Shut up!

And listen.

The big-time, bad-ass
Cobras. Poppin' away at the

pigs from the rooftops
during the riots last Summer?

Oh yeah, I know
what you was into.

The .22 rifles and
pistols did about as much

damage as a mosquito
to an elephant's ass!

What'd you expect to hit from that
range, with those weapons, at night?

You might as well have thrown
the damn pieces at the pigs.

You really wanna mess with whitey?

I can show you how.

[gun clicks]

I can show you how.

You twist the wires to make contact

and throw the switch.

C'mon with it! C'mon
with it! Bring it on here.

Easy. Easy, now. Take your time.

Touch it off.

Alright, I'll operate the
ignition by remote control.

[engine starts]

Woo!
- There ya go!

Grab him, bring him back, then
you can stab him. Then drop him.

[indistinct chatter]

Move! Get out!

[rapid rifle fire]

That's it... keep your elbow up. Put
the other elbow underneath your piece.

That's it. Lean into it.

[rapid gunfire, rifle cocking]

[gunfire continues]

[gasoline pouring]

What's wrong, William?

What are we doing messing around
like a high school chemistry class?

Man, anybody can
make explosives like this.

Okay William, you go and order us

some plastic and detonators
from Marshall Field's.

[group laughter]

Everything on this table
can be obtained easily from

a drug store, hardware
store, or medical supply house.

If we get sophisticated equipment
we'll use it, but we don't rely on it.

We live off the land. We match technology
with spontaneity and improvisation.

Men against machines.
Brains against computers.

Now, if you don't think it can work, check
out Algeria, Kenya, Korea, and the 'nam.

Can ya dig it?

I understand, man. That's cool.

You find out in the country
how difficult range estimation is.

But in the city, the problem's simplified.

A city block is two hundred
fifty yards from North to South.

One hundred fifty yards East to West.

The lamp posts are a standard thirty yards.

So we got our reference points all over.
- Right!

Since the buildings act as a funnel for
the wind, you can fire on zero windage.

Now, run it down to the sniper teams and
I'll be in my pad all night if you need me.

Cool, Turk.
- Okay.

Joy: How's the new job coming along?

Freeman: It's, uh, alright.

Alright? The word's out on the
grapevine how much money you're making.

Well nothin's changed about
the gig, except the bread.

I used to know you when you
thought making money was obscene.

Making a contribution was your thing.

Well, there's no reason
why I can't do both.

That's what I used to try to
tell you, but you wouldn't listen!

Since the War on Poverty, all the
social workers are making money.

Everyone except the poor.

[laughs] Now that's the old Dan.

But you have changed.

Maybe I should have waited.

Well, too late to
talk about that now.

You already have a husband.

Yeah, after a fashion.

He goes his way and I go mine.

By the way, Dawson's
back from California.

Dawson?

[nightclub chatter]

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Aw, hey!
- How you doin'?

Okay!

This is Peter Dawson.
Alenna, Sylvia.

How are ya?
- I came down to see ya.

I came down to see ya.

And we're goin' over to have a drink.
Can you get over with us some day?

I...
- Well, If you can, okay?

C'mon, girls.

Hey Turk.

How come you always
offer to pay me back the fifty

you owe me when
we're about to be stuck up?

Because I'm good
to you. Trust me.

Hey, listen.

Man, what a pain in the ass.

Okay.
What are you havin'?

Cognac.

So how you been, dummy?
[Dawson laughs] Okay.

Joy tells me you
were in California?

Yeah, I conducted a fifteen-week
seminar on inner-city riot control.

What's that?

Well it has to do with the Chicago Police
Department's approach to street gangs.

[Freeman laughs] And they sent you?

Who better? A five-year
warlord of the Apaches?

Oh yeah, let me tell you! This
is an ex-hoodlum turned cop!

Here's to old
friends rediscovered.

And to new ones.

Tell me about this new job.

The next stage of your training
program is to learn how to steal.

[group laughter]

Yes, sir!

I know, you're all experts...

... in stealing from your
Black brothers and sisters.

Now, you will learn how
to steal from the enemy.

Remember, a Black man
with a mop, tray, or broom in

his hand can go damn near
anywhere in this country.

And a smiling Black man is invisible.

The president of Chicago
Edison is a collector of pipes.

Stud, you will rip off the president's
pipes while he is in his office.

I wanna talk to you, Willie.

The brothers tell me you write.

Yeah.

Good. We need a propagandist.

So you're the Minister
of Information. I want

you to set up a group
and use whoever you want.

Thanks.
What you want, like, some posters?

Music? Poetry?

Anything. Just as long
as you talk to the people

in the language
that they understand.

I know about six
other cats I can use.

You know, there's a lot of
wasted talent in the Cobras.

Good, let's use it. Give
me an outline in two weeks?

Mm, one week,
man. Ain't no problem.

Beautiful.

I understand you're still
registered at the university.

Y'know I gotta take a few
courses each semester, man.

Keep that bread comin' from home.

You ever intend to get a degree?

[Willie laughs] Y'know what do I
need with a status symbol?

That's all it is to you?

For a Black man in this
country, what else is it?

You know how my
grandmother learned to read?

No, how?

Along with me.

You remember those
reading primers?

Dick and Jane?

When I first got into those books,

my grandmother used to wait
for me to come home from school

so she could help
me with my reading

and she would follow the
whole thing, line for line.

One day, I don't know
why, I just read a line wrong

and I realized

she couldn't read.

And I went into the bathroom
and I locked the door

and I cried.

And every day after that, I ran home so
that my grandmother could help me read.

And man, the first time
I saw her really read....

Get your education,
boy, she used to say.

Because that's the only thing the
white man can't take away from you.

And she was right.

Y'know I can't figure you, man.

What's to figure?

I mean what're you in this for? You
want power? You want revenge? What is it?

It's simple, Willie. I
just want to be free.

How about you?

So do I, man.

And I hate white folks.

Hate white folks? This is
not about "hate white folks."

It's about lovin' freedom enough
to die or kill for it if necessary.

Now, you gonna need more than hate
to sustain you when this thing begins.

If you feel that way, you're no good
to us, and you're no good to yourself.

You ever kill a man, Willie?
- No.

I have.

In Korea.

And when you spill a man's guts in the
gutter, you see how fast hate disappears

unless you like killin',
and I don't think you will.

Some of the
Cobras will. Stud will.

Why Stud?

Because he's a killer. He
doesn't know it yet, but he is.

[train passing nearby]

I have another job for you, Willie.

What's that?

We need money. So I
have a bank job cased.

The only thing about it is I can't have
the job connected with the Cobras.

How're you gonna do that?

We'll use Red Beans, Benny
Rooster, Po' Monty, JT, Johnny, and Tom

and you lead the team.

All the yellow niggers, right?

Look man, I am tired of that.
I am not "passing" I am Black!

Do you hear me, man?
Do you understand?

I am Black! I'm a nigger,
you understand me?

I was born Black, I live Black, and I'm
gonna die proudly because I'm Black!

Because some cracker that
knows I'm Black better than you,

nigger, is probably gonna put
a bullet in the back of my head!

Stick-up. Put your
hands up. Move.

Get on the wall!
Get on the wall!

Now! Move!

Put your hands up! Hands up!

[rapid gunfire]

[tires squealing]

[van engine revs]

[tires squealing]

[car radio] Chicago Police are seeking six
heavily-armed men after a daring daylight

robbery today of a Southwest
Chicago bank. Bank authorities estimate

the theft to be in excess
of $300,000. The men have

been described by eyewitnesses
as six caucasian males

between the age of
twenty to thirty.

Police warn that these men
are armed and dangerous.

[banter]

We played these
motherfuckers for a hundred.

Recruitment and training group ready?

Had their final exams last week.
- Transportation set?

They make two moves before
they reach their final destination.

Check for tails along the way,
pick up instructions as they go along.

Logistics?

There'll be five hundred
dollars and new identification

papers waiting for them
when they reach the other end.

After that, they live off the streets.

And when they get there?

Locate and identify
a gang like the Cobras.

Set up training, a chain of command,
organization, and a very tight discipline.

And?

No junk.

Good. I want the men assigned
to Boston, New York, Philadelphia,

Detroit, New Orleans, and Los
Angeles to move out within ten days.

Man, they got some bad
brothers in New Orleans.

You got that right.

Stagger the rest of them over
the next month. There'll be monthly

reports until they make contact
and weekly reports after that.

Now, if they get busted in a street hassle,
they recruit in prison and we replace them.

Any questions?

Hey.
- Hey man!

I just got off duty so I
just thought I'd stop by.

Beautiful, beautiful.

Hey Joy!
- Hi Pete! How are you?

Okay.
- How's the family?

Oh, just fine, just fine!
- Good, good!

Hey Freebie, I think my
oldest boy's gonna be an athlete.

Come on!
- Oh yeah man, you remember

that move I used to make
coming off the baseline?

Yeah.

Well he's got it, man! Got the head
and shoulder fake and everything.

I didn't teach him that move. I went to
a game the other day and there it was!

Reminded me of
myself twenty years ago.

I'd like to see that. Next time
you go to a game, take me along.

That's a bet.
- Okay.

How's Arlene?

Uh, just fine. She's back
in school at nights and she

got her master's last year.
Now she's going for a PhD.

Any chance of you two
getting back together again?

I don't think so.

It's not easy being the
wife of a cop. [clears throat]

Say, uh, I hear Jugg's in town.
How about us catchin' a set?

The three of
us, like old times?

Hey, I'm sorry, but I
have really got to go home.

Aw, boo!

Hey, we'll make it
around next week, okay?

Okay.

Can't cut her loose, can you?

No, and she knows me too well.

Okay, have a good time!

Mhm.
- For me?

Yeah. Bye bye.
- Bye bye.

Talk to you later?
- Yeah.

Listen, let me get this coat on. We
goin' out and maybe we catch two sets.

Okay. Then we have a nightcap
and a late dinner at the Avenue

Mhm.
- and then we cut out all this

foolin' around and go see
these two chicks that I came over

to tell you about before I
found out that Joy was here!

Aw, yes! Splendid.

What happens in an
underground organization

when the first and second in
command are either killed or captured?

Daddy?

Each man is trained to handle positions
three steps ahead of him in grade.

The Operations Officer moves
up and takes command

and everyone else moves up two grades.

Good.

Now, we're almost ready.

[Willie] We ain't no junkies.

[Freeman] From now on everybody
gonna think you are.

You put needle marks in your
arms, and you keep them fresh

and no pig is gonna bust you
for the things that we'll be doin'

as long as you got those tracks.

Alright, yeah!

That's really hip, man. During
the daytime we be noddin'.

Night time, we get out there and do it.

We are gonna get our own.
- Right on.

and stop beggin' for crumbs.
- How?

What we've got now's a colony, but
what we want to create is a new nation.

In order to do that, we gotta
pay a different kind of dues.

Freedom dues.

Right on.

Now, according to Mr. Charlie,
we have never paid any dues.

You dig those plantation
movies on television?

Yeah.
Yeah.

No chains, no whips. A
bunch of happy darkies just

waitin' on massa Charlie
and his family and diggin' it.

- Diggin' it. [group laughter]
- Like it's fun!

[mimicking a plantation movie]
Lordy, lordy, lordy!

Is Colonel Beauregard
come home from de war?

My faithful retainer
George, the war is over!

...and we lost.

You're not a slave
anymore, George! You're free.

[group laughter]
Free, massa?

Is that bad, massa?
I go-onna die?

You're free, George! You
can leave the plantation.

I wanna stay wiff you.

But I can't pay you, George. The
carpetbaggers mortgaged the plantation.

Oh don't let that worry you none.

Why, I wouldn't know
what to do with no money!

And don't let that mortuary
thing worry you either.

Everything's gon' be alright!

Bless you George!

[mimicking a banjo rendition
of "I Wish I Was In Dixie"]

George! Sit down, George!
- Massa? Massa! Massa!

[laughter]

Shiiit.

You have just played
out the American Dream.

Yeah.

And now we're gonna
turn it into a nightmare.

[crickets chirping]

Come on!

[bus engine starts]

Open the door!

Please open the door!

Please open the door!

Pigs!

Will you open the door?

This one's off-duty, lady. Can't
you read? Take the next one.

Now, let's see what we got.

Oh wow, man, what a rip-off!

You know this gonna make the headlines.

No, it won't hit the papers at all.
Might give some other people ideas

but this place will be
swarming with CIA, and FBI.

We go underground?

No. They'll be looking
for everybody except us.

You see, this took brains and
guts, which we don't have. Right?

[laughter]

Move it out.

Some of the boys is
1-A for the draft, man.

What we gonna do if they
get called? Go underground?

Yeah. If they can beat it, they should,
but we recruit every 'nam vet we can get.

Right now I'm trying to recruit
Dawson as a double agent.

Turk, you really
think we can win?

In guerilla warfare, the
winning is in not losing.

When you sleep on the
floor, you can't fall out of bed.

Then what we trying to do, man?

Fight whitey to a standstill.

Force him to make a choice between the two
things which he seems to dig most of all.

There is no way that the United States can
police the world and keep us on our ass too

unless we cooperate. When we
revolt, we reduce it to a simple choice.

When whitey finds
out he can't make even.

The Cobras is ready.

What about the other brothers
and sisters out there on the streets?

Their choice is when we start.

If they don't follow our
program and turn us in to the cops

we lose in a week.

But if they support us ...
- Yeah.

... then it's hit and run, harass and
hound, and we can paralyze this country.

Yeah, right. Training done
started already in nine cities.

Five groups is combat ready.

Plus us.

Right. And by next Summer,
we should be able to hit

the ten larges urban
complexes in the United States.

Shiiit!

Stop or I'll shoot!

[gasps]

[telephone ringing]

Yeah?

Turk, it's Daddy.

Yeah?

Looks like a riot might start,
man. The pigs burned a cat.

Who?

Shorty Duncan. Yeah,
after all the training, looks

like this shit's gonna start
over a jive-ass pusher.

Where?

Alley behind the pool hall.

Nothing moves 'til I give the word, right?

Right.

Okay.

Where you going?

Cops shot a kid. Looks
like it could be trouble.

Don't get involved, Dan.

I gotta go. Don't
worry about it.

How're things looking?

Not good. Could blow any time.

Anything we can do to help?

Just what you've been doing.
Talk to the kids, tell them to cool it.

They'll listen to you and Perk.
- Hey Perk, what about the kids?

Everybody's pretty uptight, Dan.

Look, Perk, go down to the drugstore
and call up the office. Tell the night

girl to round up all of the street
workers and get 'em down here quick.

Then join me, alright?
- You got it, Dan.

Wait a minute! Hold
it! Hold it! Hold it!

Let me go, man! Let me go!
- Wait a minute!

Listen to me, what is this gonna do, man?
You got a wife who's worried about you.

You got a new job and if
you get busted you'll lose it.

You're one of the few people
out here with a job to lose!

Man, this has got to stop sometime
or somewhere. We ain't animals!

Come on, y'all just break
it on up. Break it on up!

[police loudspeaker] Alright come
on! Let's start moving it outta here.

Come on, just go
home. Go on home.

Looks like it's coolin' down.

Yeah, I think you're right. I should be
able to pull my men out in another hour.

[crowd yelling]
- Dogs!

[dog snarling and barking]

Dogs!

[indistinct police loudspeaker]

[dogs barking]

[crowd screaming]

Get those dogs outta here!

The Captain sent me up here.

And I'm telling you to
get 'em out! I'm in change!

You know how these
people feel about dogs!

Well, I got my orders.

Just move 'em, or I'll kill 'em!

[crowd yelling intensifies]

[dogs barking]

Okay, the dogs [are gone, let's] go home!

Come on! Let's go, let's go!

It's no good anymore.

We're gonna have to move back
as soon as I can pull all my men out.

Aw man, it was gonna be alright.

Okay, let's pull it back!

[crowd yelling and screaming]

[fists pounding on the car]

[punching and bludgeoning]

Come on Dan! You know
we did the best we could.

But shit!

Yeah I know, they
were on their way home.

[crowd] Get outta
here! Get outta here!

Why did he have to bring
his goddamn dogs in here?

[crowd yelling and screaming]

[punches]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[police siren]

[gunshots]

[crowd yelling]

[fire engine siren]

[gunshot]

[crowd yelling and screaming]

[fire engine siren]

[police loudspeaker] "Everyone
here, please clear the area!"

[police siren]

[screaming]

Get in there!

Let him out! Drag him over
here! Drag him over here!

When do we hit, Turk?

Are the boys ready?

Been ready.

And mood?
- Mellow.

Primary and secondary targets?
- Check 'em twice a day.

Weapons?
- Oiled and ready.

Everything ready.

We have to wait.
- What for?

Stud, who is the man?
- Well, you the man.

And if they get me?
- Do-Daddy is.

Then?

Me, Pretty Willie, and
so on down the line.

So...

Aw man, we go when you say go.

Yeah. I'll check you tonight.
Right.

[helicopter blades whirring]

[indistinct yelling]
Pigs! Pigs!

Hey I'm not with them, dude! I
was standin' there looking.

Hey.

How long since you been in bed?

Not since the riots started.

That was three nights ago, man.

Yeah I know. I
catnap when I can.

When the National Guards come in?

Late last night. All white.

I noticed.

The people didn't dig it when
they woke up this morning

and found out the
troops were here.

What do you think they'll do?

[helicopter overhead]

I can't see 'em trying to fight the Army.

They didn't mind
fighting the police.

[police car siren]

Yeah. I've never
seen 'em like that.

Maybe that badge has put
distance between you and them.

Oh yeah! I forgot! The pigs over
here and the people over there...

...and never the
twain shall meet, huh?

Hey man, I grew up down here
too, and I know these people!

There were some good people out
there in the streets the last few nights.

Not just hoodlums like
they say in the newspapers.

With a scene like this,
anybody can get involved.

But that's only gonna make it worse!

We have to maintain law and order or
we might as well be back in the jungles.

Daws, the ghetto is the jungle.
Always has been, you understand?

You cannot cage people like animals
and not expect them to fight back someday.

There's always been an army occupation
here, but police badges and uniforms.

And you and me? A cop and a social
worker, we are keepers of this goddamn zoo!

The streets have to be safe.

Safe for who?

You're here to protect
property, not lives.

Well that's what
it's all about, isn't it?

You worked hard to get
what you got, didn't ya?

And you wanna
keep it, just like I do.

Bullshit! Listen, you think because you
got a badge and I got a couple of degrees

that makes a difference?

Do you know what white folks call
people like you and me in private?

Niggers, Daws.

Niggers.

[whistling] Hey, hey, hey.

Haven't heard you talk like
that since we were in college.

[Freeman sighs]

I'm sorry man. Maybe the last
three night have been a little bit much.

I got a board meeting. I gotta
go reassure the white folks.

Let's go get
something to eat, okay?

Okay.

[helicopter approaching]

[funk music playing]

Hey, hey old bean.
And you too baby.

This is Uncle Tom, Commanding Chief of your
Black Freedom Fighters of North America.

[radio] Bringin' you the latest news from
your fighting Black underground.

Hang on, brothers and
sisters. Liberation is near.

In just a few minutes,
at precisely three o'clock,

we will demolish the lavish offices
of the Mayor of White Chicago.

'Course we don't have a mayor, even if
they do count our votes several times

to elect him every four years.

Remember, brothers:
in spite of the lies about

an assassination attempt on the mayor,
which will appear in the white press,

this time, we blew the mayor's
office at night when he was at home

to announce the beginning
of our war of liberation.

I'd dedicate this program
to the National Guard,

but we're fresh
outta hillbilly music.

According to the press and the
television, the Guard spends all its time

playing basketball with the kids
and helpin' old ladies cross the street.

But we know better, don't we?

We know about that fourteen year old girl
the trigger-happy guardsmen shot last night.

And the people they beat up. And the
Black businesses they destroyed, don't we?

It's almost time.

Ten seconds.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

[radio] Three.

Two.

One.

Blast off.

And the Mayor's office
is now air conditioned.

Courtesy of the Black
Freedom Fighters of Chicago.

The message is this: pigs and
the National Guard have to go.

Immediately, if not sooner.

If they have not left by midnight
Sunday, we will kick them out.

Whitey, go home! We don't want
you in our neighborhood either.

And we will control our nation.

[electric shock]

We will leave when
things are back to normal.

With them at the
bottom and us at the top.

Colonel Evans, would you care to comment
on charges of brutality by the Guard?

If they obeyed the law, we wouldn't
be here. They'll get what they asked for.

There has been no
brutality by the Guard.

Colonel, what about the
threats by the Freedom Fighters

to kick the Guard out
of the neighborhood?

They said midnight tonight.

It is now twelve thirty, which tells us
exactly what we think of their threats.

It's also time to put an end to this
conference. I have a report to work on.

Goodnight and thank
you, gentlemen. And ladies.

[muffled footsteps]

[soldier gasps]

Hold it right there!

You just killed
your last white man!

- Did he die? My people attack.

- You don't scare me
none, you snakey Indian!

[TV: a cowboy movie—gunfire,
war whoops, and horses galloping]

Get up!

[multiple people laugh]

Yeah, the first Black Colonel!

Lil' Black Sambo.

How you like that? You like that, don't ya?

Always wanted to be like that, didn't you?

Uh huh!
- Yeah.

[footsteps]

Coffee, tea?

- Poison? You're gonna kill me?

No, soul brother. Just a little
acid. You're going on a little trip.

Hold him! Hold him!

[gargling]

[group laughter]

[humming a tune]

Men, how are ya?

I just met the most marvelous
bunch of niggers! [laughs]

The most marvelous bunch...

[gunshot]

You get him?

Shiiit!

[large truck engine]

Come out!

[rapid gunfire]

Move!

[loudspeaker] We need two people
over in this area, please. Hurry!

[TV news reporter] Due to
increased fighting in Chicago,

the President has
ordered a brigade from the

82nd Airborne into
the war-torn South Side

to reinforce the beleagured National Guard,
under heavy attack by Black guerillas

since late last week.
This is Pat Bennell, Chicago.

You've been here since the beginning,
Carstairs. How does it look to you?

General, it couldn't be worse.

- We have elite troops out here now,
against untrained Black fanatics.

The whole thing should
be over before the weekend.

Those troops are facing a
highly-trained underground guerilla army.

They had military weapons
and they know how to use them.

The commander
of those elite troops

insists he can put this
thing down within a few days.

You disagree?

Yes sir, I do. They're a
first-class fighting unit.

You've prepared an options book?

Yes sir.
- And?

We have three: root
them out one-by-one,

starve them out by seige,

or total evacuation of
the Black population.

Evacuation.

The first is too costly
in lives and equipment,

and neither evacuation
nor seige would work.

Why not?

General, we sealed off the ghetto for three
days last week. It paralyzed the city.

Paralyzed Chicago?

Chicago is more dependant on
Black labor than one would think.

90% of the garbage
collectors are colored.

60% of the hospital
workers are colored.

60% of the bus drivers and
80% of the postal workers.

So, although the
concentration...

...the detention camps occurring
under the 1950 Subversion Act are ready,

we can't put them to immediate use.

Your recommendation?

We can end it alone, sir.

Yes?

The Russians obviously
have a top agitprop man here.

Find him, destroy him,

and you have disorganized,
ignorant Negroes to deal with.

Cut off the head and the snake dies.

Exactly.

Alright Carstairs, get right on
it. I'm going back to Washington.

Get back to me by tomorrow noon.

Honey, I'm going back to Washington.

Why don't you amuse
yourself here for a few days?

A little shopping. Be back Sunday, eh?

Sure, baby. I can find
something to do in Chicago.

But how'd you know how to find me?

I looked in the phone book.

Ah.

Yeah well, you look great!

What are you doing in Chicago?

I'm here with my sponsor.
I'm not hustling anymore.

Got me a steady scene.

He a little bit, um,
freakish... like Black skin,

but the money's good.
Got me some property.

You know him.

I do?

Yeah. You used to work for him.

You know, you were his nigger?

All the time he'd be sayin' if
all of us niggers was like you,

wouldn't be no trouble.

At first, I thought he was
talkin' about somebody else.

So...

So they out to get Uncle Tom.

What makes you think I know
anything about, uh, Uncle Tom?

I'm not sayin' you do, but
you know Chicago and I don't.

Yeah, but what am
I supposed to do?

Warn him.

Tell him they out to kick
ass and they ain't playin'.

One thing. Why you
stickin' your neck out?

I'm Black, ain't I?

Yeah.

Yeah you are, baby.

Who's in charge?

Carstairs.

What are they up to?

They plan to get inside, find out
who this Uncle Tom is, and kill him.

Cut off the head, and the snake dies.

Do they know who Uncle Tom is?

They think he's
some guy from Russia.

They would.

You want me to see
what else I can find out?

No.

Wait a minute. Two can
play at this infiltration game.

Find out all you can, but don't pry. I'll
have somebody contact you in Washington.

Baby, be very careful. And don't contact
me again unless I get to Washington.

[groans]

Why me? Why me?

'cause it's war, honky.

[police siren]

Split!

[police siren]

And why should you feel
threatened by the Freedom Fighters?

Because I am, and you are too!
- How?

You know how!

Look, all the progress we've made
over the last few years will be wiped out

if this thing isn't stopped soon. I heard
even your foundation is on its way out.

Well, no. They decided to
increase the budget and the staff.

Yeah?
- Uh huh.

Well, my husband was
dismissed from the hospital.

And he was the first and only Negro
on a white hospital staff in this city.

What is the connection between your
husband and the Freedom Fighters?

Dan, that is the whole point! Innocent
and decent people are suffering

because of niggers who know
nothing but hate and revenge.

And it's all the niggers' fault, right?
- Don't romanticize those people, Dan.

They're not beautiful!
- Only by contrast.

Dan, those Freedom
Fighters are murderers!

Hey listen, it didn't figure to be
long before those niggers realized

that you don't have no win throwin'
a brick at somebody with a gun!

Dan, whose side are you on?

Your side.

We're in the same bag,
making the best of a bad scene.

I think he's mixed up with
those... Black Freedom Fighters.

Dan? You gotta be kiddin'.

I am sure of it. We
were talking and he just...

...for a minute he was like he used to be.

Yeah? He was somethin'
else when he was in college.

And that was before all
this became fashionable.

He was defending those...
animals. But then he caught himself.

He said all the right things, but it just
wasn't him. Just wasn't the man I know.

Perfect source of intelligence. Gig takes
him all over the ghetto.

I'll check it out.

Pete, I am doing
doing the right thing?

Come on.

Just put your coat down
right there. Come on.

[Laughing] What is this, Daws?

Come on, Uncle Tom. Come on!

Uncle what?

Uncle Tom. Up against the
wall. Come on! Against the wall.

Spread your feet out. Come on.

Hey, easy. What is this,
some kind of joke, man?

Yeah. It's a joke. The joke is on me!

I been lookin' all over for Uncle
Tom and here you are under my nose!

Cool Dan Freeman.
Hey, baby.

Only diggin' sports cars and
bread. Good clothes and chicks.

Beautiful cover, man.

Hey man, think about it.
I mean really think about it.

Now, would I risk
all of this for that?

Yeah well, I don't have to
worry about that, man.

I got enough evidence to take
you in and that's what I'm gonna do.

What evidence?

Them tapes, man. Them
Uncle Tom propaganda tapes

that you cats spread around the ghetto,
well I listened to 'em!

Over and over again!
And it's you, Dan. It's your voice.

You gotta be crazy.

We'll see if a voiceprint
proves whether I'm crazy or not.

Now what?
- Now what?

Well, the scene is over.

But, one thing. One thing. Are you
workin' with the commies like they say?

Who's behind you?

How come there gotta
be somebody behind me?

Oh, come on, man,
don't put me on.

No, no. The FBI says
it's the most sophisticated

underground movement
in the Western hemisphere.

The work of an expert!

Uh huh, and expertise is a white
man's monopoly, right Daws?

Well, I am an expert! I spent five
years flunkying to become an expert.

This gun makes me an expert.

You're a big man with that gun
and that badge. You know, Daws,

you wanna have it both ways. You
want a pat on your head from whitey

and you want the love
and respect your people.

But you can't be with your
people without betrayin' that badge.

And you can't be a cop without
betraying your people, you hypocrite.

You think nobody else
feels the way you do?

You think you're the only
nigger with a sense of outrage?

Well, then hit back! Join us! We can use
you. We got undercover people on the force.

On the force?

That's right.
- Who?

Nobody with your rank.
Come on, join us, Daws.

You were using kids!

Who else am I gonna involve,
people like you and me?

Nah, the kids are our only hope. And I got
to them before they got jailed or killed

or turned into Dawsons.

And now they'll do
anything to be free.

Who said you were free, man?

Well, Daws, even on the
wrong end of your gun,

I'm a lot freer than you are.

[Dawson yells]

[gunshot]

It's Dawson!

Hey, man. Dawson's your main man.

Y'know, that'd be like me killing Daddy.

Yeah.

Maybe one day you'll have to kill Daddy.
Or him you.

You think we playin'
games killin' white strangers?

There are a lot of Dawsons out there,
and some of them will try to stop us.

But anybody who gets between
us and freedom

has got to go. Now, that's anybody!

You got the Airborne out there now,
and 40% of those troops are Black.

Maybe they'll help us,
and maybe they won't.

But in the meantime, if you hesitate
with any one of them because he's Black,

just once!
You'll be one dead Cobra.

Now, if you ain't ready
to pay them kind of dues,

you get out and go
back to doin' nothin', but...

...don't tell me who I killed,
and what it cost me to do it.

Now, get him outta here.

Get him out.
- Right, Turk.

It is now Condition Red.
All fighters in the field.

Alert our groups everywhere.

And remember,

don't quit until you either win,
or you die.

[news reporter] This newest
outbreak in the Black section of Oakland

brings to a total of eight,
the number of uprisings

by Black guerillas
in cities across the nation.

The President has declared
a state of national emergency.

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the Revolutionary Impulse in The Spook Who
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