All language subtitles for The.Hurricane.1999

Just a reminder,
ladies and gentlemen,

this fine young fighter will
be right here in Pittsburgh

on the boxing card
this Monday night.

Time now for the main event
of the evening!

in this corner,

from Paterson, New Jersey,

wearing the white trunks
with the black stripe,

the winner of
18 of his last 21 fights,

Rubin "Hurricane" Carter!

And in the left corner,

in the dark trunks
with the white stripe,

from St. Thomas,
Virgin islands,

the Welterweight Champion
of the World, Emile Griffith!

Fighters, let's go.

All right.

All right,
keep your punches up.

It's gonna be a good,
clean fight, all right?

All right, touch gloves.
Good luck.

Go to your corners.

Hurricane,
blow yourself outta here!

Go get him, Rubin.

Let's get him.

Come on and get me!
I'm in here!

I tell you what,
first one through that door is gonna die!

And the second one and the
third one after that, so come on!

Room in here for everybody.

Collins! Becker!
Klein on the platform!

Go!
Lock them down!

It's Carter, tier one!

Got room in here
for everybody, so come on!

Three times life. That's
what I got. Three times life!

And for what? For murders
I didn't even commit?

I ain't got nothing but time,
so come on! I'm ready for you.

Come on in here
and get me!

Y'all wanna know who's
talking? Hurricane is talking!

You wanna see the Hurricane?
Come on up in here and see him!

Did you see that punch?

Oh, no!

Lucky punch!

You got him, Rubin boy!

Three, four, five, six...

You all right?
Yeah, I'm all right.

All right, let's go!

Knock him out! Come on!

He's in your corner!
Get out of the corner!

Another left to
the body! Another right to the head!

A vicious combination!

Yeah!

And he looks
like he's going down!

He hits the canvas!

Four, five...

It doesn't look like
he's gonna get up.

He's up!

The referee is checking him.
You all right?

That's it! It's over!

At 2 minutes and 13 seconds
of the first round,

Rubin "Hurricane" Carter has defeated
the Welterweight Champion of the World!

Come on, come on, come on!
Come on!

Come on! Who's first?
Shut up!

Relax there, Carter!
What the hell's going on?

I'm going in there.
Are you nuts?

You wanna get yourself killed?

Everybody stand down!
Stand down!

Come on in here. Talk to them,
Jimmy. Talk to them!

I ain't taking no shit!

Rubin, calm down! It's me,
Jimmy. Come here. Talk to me.

I ain't taking no shit in here! Rubin,
calm down!

Take it easy, champ. Now tell me
what's going on. Tell me what's happening.

Come on.

Hurricane done
killed them!

Clear the tier.
Get out of here, everybody!

They wanna toss my cell,
Jimmy.

They're gonna find
my manuscript.

That book is the only thing I got
left in here. You understand me?

That's the only chance I got
to get out of here.

I lose that,
they gonna lose, too.

Rubin, who do you think the first man
through this door has gotta be now?

It's me.

Listen...
All right.

Come on in here. Line them
up. Line them up, Jimmy.

Listen to me now. What if that manuscript
wasn't in this cell when we tossed it?

What if it was stuffed down your pants
or something and we couldn't see it?

I can make sure you weren't
strip-searched. Okay?

Don't bullshit me.

No bullshit. You have my word.

Ain't nobody putting
their hands on me, Jimmy.

Ain't nobody gonna touch me.

All right.

Nobody touches you.

You think
I killed them people?

I don't know, Rubin.

I don't know.

Shit.

Motherfuckers.

John, you been drinking?

No.

Just relax.
Let me handle this.

Okay.

License and registration.
It's on the steering post.

What's going on?

Shit, Hurricane,
didn't realize it was you.

Yeah, it's me.
What's going on, Theo?

We're looking for two negroes
in a white car.

Any two will do?

No...

Oh, shit.

Okay, get out.

All right, let's go.

Come on.

Check his vitals.

It's clear.
Air passage.

Heart rate has changed.

Chin up.
Keep the passage open.

Can he talk, Doc?

Just for a moment.

Would you raise his head?

Can you make out
these two men?

Are these the two men
who shot you?

Look carefully, sir.

Are these the two men
who did it?

He said no.
Move closer.

He said no.
Move closer.

Take another look, sir.

Son of a bitch.

Sir, look closer.

You sure these aren't the men?

Dirty son of a bitch.

Watch your mouth.

Same old shit, huh,
Della Pesca?

Shut up!

Ask him again.

You been after me
my whole life, Della Pesca.

Now you're trying
to pin a murder jack on me.

Well, I got news for you,
it don't fit.

I'm gonna
take your black ass down,

Mr. Fucking Champion
of the World.

I got your black
fucking champion right between my legs,

you short punk bitch.

You try me.

That's just what I'm gonna do.

Pistol shots
ring out in the barroom night

Enter Patty Valentine
from the upper hall

She sees the bartender
in a pool of blood

Cries out, "My God,
they killed them all!"

Here comes the story
of the Hurricane

The man the authorities
came to blame

For something
that he never done

Put in a prison cell,
but one time he could've been

The champion of the world

Now all the criminals
in their coats and their ties

Are free to drink martinis
and watch the sun rise

While Rubin sits like Buddha
in a ten-foot cell

An innocent man
in a living hell

Yes, that's
the story of Hurricane

But it won't be over
till they clear his name

And give him back
the time he's done

Put in a prison cell,
but one time he could've been

The champion of the world

Hey, man,
it's cold out here.

What are you talking
about? It's like summer for us.

Well, I like the summers
in Brooklyn better.

All these people freezing
their butts off to buy books?

That's right.

Lined up like this,
not for a movie or ball game or something?

Ain't it great?

No, isn't it.
"Isn't it great?"

Very good.
I stand corrected, Les.

Used books?
Books nobody wants anymore?

That's the great thing
about books.

Once you use them,
you can pass them along to somebody else.

Like a torch. Or a football.

You know, something you pass.

Okay, bring it on in.
Put it down.

Good, good. Down.

Okay, young man,
that'll be 25 cents.

Jesus.
Twenty-five cent?

Mustn't be much of a book.

So, Lesra,
what'd you get?

This.

What is it?

I don't know.
It's about a boxer.

It's got, like, 337 pages,
though, you know.

Well, it probably takes a lot of
words to tell someone's life story, eh?

Yeah, well, this guy must be, like, 150
years old if he going use all these words.

Sometimes we don't pick the books we read,
they pick us.

We've been homeschooling
this young man for eight months.

That's how it applies to us.

I'm not married.

Mr. Swinton, who you spoke with,
is one of the two men I live with.

No, Sam Chaiton
is the other man I live with.

I don't think you do see,
Mr. Broden.

They are my business partners
and my roommates.

You're the
Department of Education.

And you're telling me you're prepared
to stop this young man's education

because you can't find some
goddamn high school records?

Yep, that's exactly
what I'm doing, Mr. Broden.

I'm not asking you
to make an exception.

I'm asking you to do your job,
which is qualitatively different,

but I thank you for it anyway.

Shit.
Political Science 101.

That art of gentle persuasion.

Never mind 101.
I need a smoke.

So how was the book sale?

Great.

There.
Did you get The Other America?

I couldn't find The Other America,
but I got you...

Sam, Robertson Davies,
R.D. Laing.

Don't piss me off today. It's a book sale,
Lisa, not a library.

Whatever.
Hey, look, Lisa.

Got this one right here for
25 cent. The Sixteenth Round.

Oh, your first book, huh?

Yeah.

"Rubin 'Hurricane' Carter."

Hurricane is the professional
name I acquired later on in life.

Carter is the slave name that
was given to my forefathers

who worked in the cotton
fields of Alabama and Georgia

and was passed on to me.

The kindest thing I can say
about my childhood

is that I survived it.

Paterson was a run-down town,
a poor and violent place.

The only way to survive was to know
how to handle yourself, and I learned fast.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Get out of here!
Let's go! Let's get out of here!

Hold on. Wait, wait, wait.

Take this out.

Hey, Donnique, go for a swim!

Hello, boys.

Wanna see something?

Isn't that pretty?

You like that?
What's your name?

Donnique.
Donnique?

That's a pretty name,
Donnique.

You wanna be good to me,
sugar?

Hey, mister!

Leave him alone!

I wouldn't hurt your friend.

Would I?

You don't need to be afraid,
Donnique.

You're pretty.
How old are you?

Ten.
Ten?

I said, leave him alone!

Run! Run! Come on!

Get outta here!

You little bastard.

Let's get outta here!

Black bastard! Goddamn it!

Please, mister! Put me down!

Shut up, you son of a bitch!

Put me down!

I didn't do nothing!
Come on, let's go.

I didn't... I didn't...
Shut up.

I didn't do nothing.

Come on, you.

No!
Get in there.

It wasn't me!

I didn't do nothing.

Sit down, kid.

What have we got here?

It's a juvenile case.
He's a kid, Sarge.

He's only 11 years old.

It's a nigger with a knife.

I don't care how old he is.

Take care of it.

We know you were at the falls last week,
and we know what happened.

You're gonna talk,
you little son of a bitch.

You'll be making speeches when
I get through with your black ass.

Ralph. Ralph.

I'm Sergeant Detective
Della Pesca.

You wanna tell me
what happened?

What is it, you were trying
to rob this man's gold watch,

he fought back
and so you stabbed him?

Is that pretty much it?

I didn't do nothing.

Let me tell you something,
sunshine.

The man you stabbed

is a very important member
of this community,

and you are going down.

Do you see?

And I am gonna
see to it personally.

As for you, Rubin Carter,
you're a menace to society.

If something isn't done about you soon,
you'll become a dangerous man in later life.

I only wish you were old enough I
could send you to the state prison.

I therefore sentence you

to the state home for boys
in Jamesburg

from this day
till you're 21 years of age.

So be it.

Jamesburg
was a place of horror

that I would be forever sorry
to have known existed.

It was there that I spent the next eight
years learning how to maim, butcher

and fight for my survival.

I don't get what's going on.
I'm the boy's father.

I'll take care of him. I don't
know what you people...

I mean, what's it to you?

Mr. Martin, we've gotten to know
Lesra over the past few weeks.

I gotta tell you, he's got more
natural ability and enthusiasm

than just about any kid
I've ever worked with.

So when he told us
he wanted to go to college,

we figured that's the way
it was gonna be.

Well, I know he's smart.

There's no doubt about that,
but he can't read, Mrs. Martin.

But we think
we could teach him.

I mean, within two years, with a lot of
work, we could get him ready for college.

Well, that school's
sure not doing it.

Now wait.
I am that boy's father.

But if they can give him...
They're talking to me, Alma.

Mr. Martin,
we've got plenty of room.

If Lesra wants to learn,
then we can teach him.

If you don't want that that's up to you,
but no one is trying to replace you, sir.

This what you want, boy?

I wanna go to college.

If that's what
it's going take, then yeah.

It don't seem right.

Why you gotta go, Lesra?

Don't you want me to go, El?

You should be here
backing me up.

Leave the boy, Elston.
Lesra going to Toronto now.

Got a job to do.

Wants to go to college.

After eight years
at Jamesburg, I escaped.

I was angry,
embittered with life.

I ran as if on a cloud,

unaware of how high I was stepping
or of anything else around me.

There was room in my head
for only one word, one thought.

Freedom.

I ran straight into the U.S. Army
and a pair of paratrooper wings.

My whole life changed.

I learned that
knowledge of self and kind

is the only true means to
the liberation of the black man.

I could do anything.

I overcame my stutter.
I became a prizefighter.

I came back to Paterson the All-Army
European Welterweight Champ.

Let me have a soda, please.

Judy, who's that fine soldier
standing over there at the bar?

Oh, he's a local boy.

Rubin Carter, I think.

Make it two.

I think he's coming over here.

Stay cool.

I'm back.

So you missed me, did you?

So, tell me...

Well, what do you
want to know?

You're in my seat.

You know, I'm from Georgia,

and I was thinking that
afterwards you and me...

You're in my seat, country.

I don't see your name
anywhere.

That's 'cause you blinded by the
ass-kicking I'm about to put on you.

Now get up out of my seat.

Come on. Take it easy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down.

Let that motherfucker go.
Stop it.

You wanna come over
and dance with me?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Oh, you wanna fight,
or you wanna dance? He ain't worth it.

Yeah, you wanna dance.
Come on.

Probably got
a lot of hostility up in him.

Should I let myself go

In his direction?

Come on, sweet thing.

ls his love strong enough

For my heart's protection?

I don't know. I don't know,
I don't know

I don't know
I don't know, I don't know

You dance nice.

But he loves me so good
till I think I should

Thank you.

If I gave him my heart

These hands are meant
for more than just fighting.

Would he refuse it?

Would he tear it apart

Or tenderly use it?

Her name
was Mae Thelma.

She was the prettiest woman
I had ever seen.

I don't know. I don't know.
I don't know

But he hugs me so tight
till I think I might

You got a girl around?

No. I ain't got no girl.

No?

Well, I had a good time
with you tonight.

Mae Thelma,
is that you?

Yeah, Mama, I'll be right up.

You gonna call me tomorrow?

I'm gonna call you tonight.

You can't call me tonight.

I'll call you tomorrow then.

That your father?

No. My father's asleep.

Your name Rubin Carter?

Yeah.

You're coming with us.

For what?

You heard the man.

What'd you think,
we weren't gonna find you?

You still owe me time.

All right, get out.

This way now.

Okay.

From that moment on,

I decided
to take control of my life.

I made up my mind
to turn my body

into a weapon.

I would be a warrior-scholar.

I boxed. I went to school.

I began reading W.E.B. Dubois,
Richard Wright.

Move, tier one!

So I gave up
all the worthless luxury

that most inmates crave.

The girlie books, fags,

cigarettes, the movies,
I hated them.

In fact, I hated everyone.

I didn't even speak English.
I spoke Hate.

And its verbs were fists.

I made up my mind

to turn my body into a weapon

that would eventually
set me free

or kill anyone who sought
to keep me in prison.

On September 21, 1961,

I was released.

And I vowed
upon everything holy

never to come back
to prison again.

I had spent almost half
my time on this earth in jail.

Hey, come on,
Lesra. Time to get up. Breakfast, buddy.

Yeah, all right.

I'm up. I'm up.

Did you get any sleep?
Your light's been on all night.

I can't stop reading.
This book's about my life.

Jeez, Lisa,
you gotta smoke for breakfast?

Do you know
when we met in Brooklyn?

Yeah.

Why'd you take me home?

You know,
you met my folks, man,

you brought me up here,
you did all this stuff for me.

Yeah?

No, I mean why?

Why'd you do all that?

'Cause you were smart
and funny.

And short.

We figured
it'd be good for you

to spend a little time
with some tall white people.

Yeah, absolutely.

What, did you do it
'cause I'm black?

You thought
I couldn't do it myself?

'Cause Rubin...

Rubin did it all himself,
you know.

Hey, Les,
we didn't feel sorry for you.

We met you, got to know you and
realized you could accomplish some things

and, like a lot of us,
you could use some help.

I'm sure that Hurricane Carter
had some help along the way.

None of us does it alone.

As far as doing it for yourself goes,
nobody can learn anything for you.

Trust me.

Everything you're doing now,
you're doing for yourself.

I'll get it.

You know, I been thinking.

Yeah?

About what?

No, no, he's here.
He just...

Think I wanna put up a heavy bag. You know,
like a big punching bag.

Those renovations?
The end of the month.

Any special reason?

No, man. I just feel like
punching something, you know.

That's it. It's set.

A little low.
Keep the left down.

Straight out of prison,

I was a fighting machine.

One thing I could do,
and the only thing, was box.

I had tasted my own blood,

and I loved it.

This is your
ringside commentator.

Tonight's fight

brings together Rubin "Hurricane"
Carter from Paterson, New Jersey,

and Joey Cooper,
who is currently undefeated.

Yeah!
Way to go, Hurricane!

And the Champion, Joey Cooper,
seems to be helpless

against Rubin Carter,
the challenger.

You got him!

Things have taken
a surprising turn

in this middleweight fight
tonight.

Joey Cooper in big trouble,
Rubin Carter pouring it on.

Left hooks, right hooks,
uppercuts...

He did it! Oh, look at this!

What a disaster for Cooper!

Carter is punishing him.
He's gonna...

Oh, he is down, folks! He is down
for the count, and he is not getting up!

Five, six...
Come on! Get up!

Seven, eight, nine...
Get up now! Right now!

You're out!

Unbelievable!

Rubin Carter comes on
like a hurricane

and defeats the undefeated
Joey Cooper in round one

of this middleweight fight!

I don't believe it!
Unbelievable upset tonight!

Have you ever seen
anything like it?

And the crowd is going wild
here in Reading, Pennsylvania.

Rubin Carter took this fight right
away from him here this evening.

Mrs. Carter, what do you think
it's going to be like

being married
to such a ferocious fighter?

It's going be a little scary,
but I'll try my best.

Can you believe
that black son of a bitch?

He thinks
he's champion of the world.

Fighter of the year, my ass.
A low-life criminal.

My mother told me

'Fore she passed away

Said, Son, when I'm gone

Don't forget to pray

'Cause there'll be hard times

What do they expect?
Of course a riot broke out.

Hard times

Every time we try to defend
our own neighborhoods,

they send the cops in
to bust us in our heads.

If you feel so strongly about all this,
Hurricane, why aren't you out there

instead of
sitting in here drinking?

I'm drinking club soda,
first of all,

and I'm in here because
you asked me to be here.

But you're right.
Maybe I should go down there.

Maybe I should grab my gun, shoot me
half a dozen of them nigger-hating cops?

What you think, Bucky?

I know I can get me about
five of them before they get me.

Ed?

How about you?
You wanna come?

Shit. That's off the record,
by the way.

Oh, he knows that. Don't you?

Sure, champ, sure.

You betcha.

Take that, champ!

Get down.

Right here.

Rubin!

Get down! Stay down!

Oh, Lord, what is it?
Let's get outta here!

You all right, T?

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

All right, all right.

You all right?

You know why they did this.

All right. Come on, come on.

I told you
it was off the record.

Nothing with you is "off the
record." I don't wanna go into it...

You never talk to them people.

All right, all right...

Everything you say,
they gonna make up something different.

Why do you say these things?
You trying to get us killed?

I know what they're doing...

So what you want me to do?

You want me to rollover
and just lay dead?

Pride.
It ain't nothing but pride.

Damn right it's pride. I'm
guilty. Give me my baby.

You will not be able
to stay home, brother

You will not be able to plug in,
turn on and drop out

You will not be able
to lose yourself on skag

And skip out
for beer during commercials

Because the revolution
will not be televised

The revolution
will not be televised

The revolution will not be brought
to you by Xerox and ball parks

Without commercial
interruptions

The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado

White lightning
or white people

You will not have to worry about a dove
in your bedroom, the tiger in your tank

Or the giant
in your toilet bowl

The revolution will not
go better with coke

The revolution will not fight
germs that may cause bad breath

The revolution will put you
in the driver's seat

Break it up! Break it up!

The revolution will not be televised,
will not be televised

Will not be televised,
will not be televised

The revolution won't
be no rerun, brothers

The revolution will be live

Champion of the world!

Champion of the world!

Yeah, they're still out.

I've seen a lot of things
in my time,

but it's taken 35 minutes
for these judges to tell us

what this hometown crowd
already knows.

Joey Giardello
is about to lose the crown

to Rubin "Hurricane" Carter.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's a unanimous decision.

The winner and still Champion of the World,
Joey Giardello!

Giardello!

No, no, no.

What?

You've stolen it!
Shit!

Bullshit!
What's going on here?

Yeah! Yeah!

Boo!

Well, all I can say

is these Philly judges must've
been watching a different fight,

because in the one we just saw
Hurricane Carter took the title.

Oh,
now tell me where can you party, child

All night long?

tn the basement,
down in the basement, yeah

Oh, where can you go
when your money gets low?

In the basement,
down in the basement

And if a storm is taking place

You can jam and still be safe

In the basement

I got something special
for you.

Hey, Hurricane.
How you doing?

Hey, champ.

In the basement,
down in the basement

Anybody call a cab?

You got the comforts of home,
a nightclub, too

in the basement,
down in the basement

Anybody call a cab? I did,
unless Rubin's taking me home.

Yeah, if I take you,
it ain't gonna be home.

Mr. Carter! Mr. Carter.

Headed across town,
Mr. Carter?

Yeah, why? You need a ride?

Would you mind?
No, I wouldn't mind.

All right! Okay.
Come on.

You drive.
Drive your car?

Come on.
Oh, shit!

My friends are never gonna believe
I was cruising with the Hurricane.

What we wanna know is,
can we get his autograph?

No, no.

Shit.

Motherfuckers.

John, you been drinking?
No.

All right, just relax.
Let me handle this.

All right.

License and registration.

It's okay. I got it.

You guys come with me.

B-E-L-L-O. Bello.

Bradley. B-R-A-D-L-E-Y.

Are those the guys?

No?

Okay, let's go.

So what are you doing
around here at that hour?

We was just taking a walk.

Right?
Yeah.

Just getting a pack
of cigarettes. That's it.

Both of you
are in big trouble.

You're in violation
of your parole.

But I don't wanna talk
about the burglary.

We'll talk about your parole problem later,
Bello.

As far as I'm concerned,

no proof a burglary
really took place.

See what I mean?

Yeah, I see what you mean.

I'm only interested
in the facts in this case,

and you and Bradley are the only
two people that can help me out.

Do you follow?

Yeah, I follow.
Good.

Now, is there any scenario
that you can imagine

in which you could be sure,

really, positively sure

that the man you saw
that night

was Rubin Carter?

Yeah. Rubin Carter. Yeah.

Wanna tell me again what happened?
You were there having a drink?

No, no, it was a...

I was going out for a
pack of cigarettes. Yeah.

I heard a couple of shots.

Then I saw these two colored
guys come out of the bar...

And one of them was?

One of them was Rubin Carter.
Rubin Carter?

Yeah, Rubin Carter,
the fighter.

Yeah, Rubin Carter,
the fighter.

All rise!

Court will come to order.

The honorable
Judge Larner presiding.

Be seated.

The defendants will rise.

Rubin Carter,
although you still contend

you are not guilty of the
crimes charged against you,

you were afforded a full and
fair trial by a jury of your peers.

Have you reached a verdict?

Yes, we have, your honor.

We, the jury,

find the defendants,
Rubin Carter and John Artis,

guilty on all counts.

Oh, no!

It ain't right!
He's innocent!

Order!
No!

No!
Order in the court!

Order. The bailiff will
see to it that order prevails.

This ain't right!
Railroaded!

No.

Rubin Carter, John Artis,

for the murder of James Oliver
it is the court's sentence

that you be imprisoned for the
remainder of your natural life.

No!

On the second count,
the murder of Fred Nauyaks,

you are sentenced to be imprisoned
for the remainder of your natural life.

No, God, no!

As to the third count involving
the murder of Hazel Tanis,

it is the sentence
of this court

that you be imprisoned for the
remainder of your natural life.

Okay, Carter, let's go.

Take it easy.

You're a tough guy.

He thinks he's gonna stay
in a room, and that's it.

Put your clothes, shoes, your ring,
your watch and whatever else you've got

in that bag.

You are being issued a standard
inmate uniform with your number sewn on it

so that we can identify you
immediately.

You'll go to have your facial
hair shaved. You know the rules.

No, I can't do it, Warden.

I beg your pardon?

I cannot do it

Look, you have legal custody
over my body,

but I'm innocent.

I've committed no crime.

The crime's
been committed against me.

I will not wear the clothes
of a guilty man.

I'll go anywhere you want me to
go in this penitentiary, Warden,

but you let it be known
in no uncertain terms,

that any man who tries
to put his hands on me...

This place is where
we tell you the rules.

You hear that?

Do you understand me?

Do you?

Because if you do, you had better strip
right now and put on that fucking uniform!

I can't do that.

Put this man in the hole.

Give him sufficient time

to reflect on how he intends
to behave in this institution.

Ninety days.

Hey, Bobby,
we got another one for you.

I like your suit.

Three, two, one.

Lights-out.

You see?

"Though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

"I will fear no evil."

There's doubt.

The shadow is doubt.
The shadow is doubt.

But you're not gonna get me.
You're not gonna get me.

Lights-out.

What the fuck
you talking about?

You can't break me
'cause you didn't make me.

You understand?

You fucked everything
up for everybody, Rubin.

It's all fucked-up.

Who's that?

Y'all ain't got no speakers
in here. Who is that?

I put us into this situation
any goddamn way, motherfucker.

I done fucked everything up
for everybody.

You know that shit,
that's all fucked up.

What the fuck they expect
us to do now, huh?

Motherfucker.

I'm scared.

Shut up. Shut the fuck up,
you little skinny motherfucker.

You think your father beat
your little stuttering ass?

Don't make me
jump over there on ya.

No, you shut up.

Just shut the fuck up
talking to me.

Fuck you talking to?

You ain't telling me what to
say. I'm running shit around here.

Fuck is wrong? Ain't nobody
running shit. I'm running shit.

Shut the fuck up!

What you say?

No. No.

What are we gonna do now?

I don't know what.

Shit, ain't nobody touching me.
Ain't a goddamn soul touching me.

Put your hands on me not twice. You
better not put your fucking hands on me.

Shut up!

Oh, yeah. There's our man. I
can feel the hate. Can you feel it?

You can feel the hatred,
Rubin.

Don't you wanna
just hurt somebody?

I feel like
I wanna kill somebody.

Except there ain't nobody
in here to kill,

except you, boy.

How about it, Rube?

Go away from me!

All right, Carter. Time's up.

Jesus Christ.

You could really use a shower.

You smell awful, Mr. Carter.

Why don't take a shower, get you a
decent cell with a bed and some food?

You'll feel a lot better.

At what price
do I take this shower?

What do you mean?

I mean, what do I put on
after I take this shower

that's gonna
make me feel so good?

What everyone else puts on.
That's the rules.

Yeah, well, you can just take
me on back down to the hole.

You could die down there.

I could die up here, too.

Look, what if I got you a pair of
pajamas from the prison hospital?

Far as I'm concerned,
you'd be wearing prison-issued clothing.

They got stripes?

No stripes.

What about numbers?

No numbers.

What color are they?

They're white.

Okay. I can live with those.

Thank you, Mr. Carter.

You're welcome, Mr. Williams.

Shower's all yours.

Thank you.

It came to me as kind of
a revelation that my own freedom

lay in not wanting

or needing anything of which
they could deprive me.

If punishment consisted
of being locked in your cell,

then by simply choosing
to never leave my cell,

I deprived them
of that weapon.

I would not work in their
shops. I would not eat their food.

I began to study.

I dissected my entire case
piece by piece,

beginning with my initial
arrest through the trial itself,

and finally,
to the awful verdict.

I didn't get a trial free from
constitutional error and racial prejudice.

He knows that. You know it!

That's not helping me in here,
Myron.

Look. Look!

I'm innocent. That's why.

Seven years! You're
goddamn right it's seven years!

Just get me out of here.

I want a new trial. Okay?

The people, united,
will never be defeated.

The people,
united, will never be defeated.

The people, united,
will never be defeated.

The people, united...

It shows that
there's still hope.

There is hope
for change in America.

I believe in law and order,

and I believe that everybody
has a right to another trial.

Here
comes the story of the Hurricane

The man the authorities
came to blame

For something
that he never done

Miss Ellen Burstyn.

Put in
a prison cell but one time

He could have been
the champion of the world

They ain't giving up. They said
they're gonna demonstrate again.

Muhammad Ali and Ellen Burstyn
and Bob Dylan, everybody.

That's good, Mae. Everybody.

Look, Mae,

we've already lost two trials,

and now they've turned down
my request for an appeal.

I'm sorry, it... It's over.

It's finished.

And I'm gonna die in here,
Mae, so...

Baby, listen.
There is still a chance.

Now, all we have to do is
hang on. Listen to me, now.

There's nothing
to hang on to, Mae.

I want you to divorce me.
Understand?

And I don't want you
to come back down here.

No. Now, you listen to me. Mae,
now, baby, don't make this...

There are still things
that we can do.

I am not gonna be a weight
hanging around your neck.

You are no weight around my
neck. You're a weight around mine.

Now, I can't do all the years
I gotta do in here

knowing they can take your beautiful
face away from me anytime they want to.

You understand?

Rubin, I ain't
walking away from you.

I'm dead.

Rubin.

Just bury me, please.

Rubin?

Rubin?

Rubin, we're in this together
now. We just gotta hang on.

Guard.

Rubin.

Rubin.

We just gotta hang on.

We just gotta hang on.

I will bend time
to my own clock.

When the prison is awake,
I will sleep.

When they sleep, I will wake.

I will live
neither in their cell

nor in my own heart,

only in my mind,
and my spirit.

"Once I reached
my hand out for help,

"it came down
and then withered

"as dry grass blown away
into dust leaving nothing.

"Now I wait for nothing.
I need nothing.

"Not tomorrow.
Not freedom. Not justice.

"In the end,
the prison will vanish,

"and there'll be
no more Rubin,

"no more Carter,

"only the Hurricane.

"And after him,
there is no more."

Man, what we gonna do?

About what?

About the Hurricane,
that's what.

Well, there's not much
we can do, Lesra.

But the man's innocent, yet he's been
in Jail 15, 16 years. That's not right.

I know that's what
his book says.

Two juries
found him guilty, Les.

Yeah, two white juries.

Hey, hey, not all
white people are racists.

And not all black people
are murderers.

Look, I just wanna
write him a letter

and tell him how much his
book meant to me. That's all.

I know
you told me

Such a long time ago

Dear

Mr. Hurricane...

No. That's really stupid.

I wanna know

What's that?

It's $10 US.

I thought he might need
some money for stamps,

if you want him
to write you back.

Yeah. Yeah. Write me back.

That's cool. Thanks, Lisa.

No problem.

Dear Mr. Rubin Carter,

I read your book
and I really felt sad

about what happened to you.

I want you to know how
much your book meant to me.

It's here!
Hey, he wrote us back!

It's here! It's here!
He wrote us back!

Home of the brave. Land of
the free. He wrote us back.

Can you stand it?

Well, open it already.

I don't know.
You think I should?

"Dear Lesra, please forgive
the seemingly tardy reply,

"but he who bemoans
the lack of opportunity

"forgets that small doors many
times open up into large rooms.

"It was not only thoughtful,
but insightful on your part.

"Stamps, paper and envelopes

"were exactly what was needed
to complete this transmission.

"Your letter, feelings,
concerns, desires, and warmth

"literally jumped off
the page at me

"when reading
your heartfelt message.

"It is as if
you heard my thoughts

"and reached out to share yours with
me at a moment when I can hear you.

"So, thank you once again.
Forever,

"your friend and brother,

"Rubin 'Hurricane' Carter."

You got your answer.

Yeah.

Dear Rubin,

I've been thinking about
my life compared to yours.

I come from Bushwick
in Brooklyn.

My parents are alcoholics,
and my brother's in prison.

I was third in my class,
and I couldn't even read.

I couldn't write you
this letter just a year ago,

but then I met these friends from Canada
when I had a summer job at the EPA.

They offered to educate me,
and they got me out.

Sometimes I feel guilty about
my family 'cause I left them behind.

Now that I know you,
I know it isn't right.

I shouldn't cry
about my own feelings,

not if you can do
what you've done.

I've been thinking though,
I would like to come and visit you,

if that will be all right.

Palm down. Right hand.
Keep the line moving.

Put your right hand out,
please.

Keep the line moving.
Palm down.

Keep the line moving, please.

Okay, now.

Y'all listen up, now.

Visits for Jones,
Taylor, Harris, Ramos,

Sykes, Carter, Tucei,
line up right here.

You didn't call my boy's name.
Hemmings. Eric Hemmings, 65660.

Hemmings?
Yeah.

No visit for Hemmings today.
He's in lockup.

Okay, Mac, open it up!

Keep outta the way.

Extend your arms.
Palms. Turn around.

Show me your feet.
Spread them.

Next.

Open your mouth.

Roll your tongue.

Extend your arms.

Show me your palms.

Turn around.

Show me your feet.

Spread them.

Ready on the outside!

Okay. Come on. Single file.

Let's go.

Single file. Let's go.

Single file.

Mr. Carter?

Rubin "Hurricane" Carter,
that you?

Mmm-hmm.

You don't look like your
pictures. I thought you'd be bigger.

Hey, I'm bigger than you.

But don't tell anybody, okay?

All right.

Okay, sit down.

Hey, this is some place, man.
No.

No, it's not. This is no place,
not for a human being.

Don't ever get used to
a place like this, Lesra.

You got a lot of guts, kid.

Takes a lot of courage to come
all the way down here by yourself.

I'm impressed.

I was scared you weren't
gonna let me come.

Me, too.

But you're Rubin "Hurricane"
Carter. What would you be scared of?

Doors opening,
of the light outside, of you.

Me?

Mr. Carter,
I don't understand. Oh, no, no, no.

Don't call me Mr. Carter.
Call me Rube.

Rube?
Yeah.

Rube.

All right, Rube.

So, tell me about these folks
you're living with.

Oh, the Canadians? Yeah.
I got pictures of them. Here.

This is Sam, this is Terry and this is
Lisa, and they're the greatest, man.

Yeah. I met them
at an EPA in Brooklyn.

And, you know, they was doing
business and brought me home and stuff,

and the rest
is what happened, man.

Yeah. That's when
my life changed, Rube.

Just yanked a brother up and
took him up to Canada, just like that?

No, no. They asked my folks.

I see. So what they do?

Are they a religious group
or hippies or a commune or...

No. They fix up houses
and sell them. You know?

They're just people.

Just people. Just working,
eating, living together?

I don't know. This is what they do,
man. That's their thing.

What'd your folks say?

Oh, my dad, you know,
he's happy. He's glad for me.

Oh, good.
You see them much, your folks?

Yeah, but sometimes
it's hard though.

Yeah, well...

Yeah, it's hard.

You give them hope.

Yeah, I guess.
You do.

You give them hope because
you have transcended, Lesra.

It is very important to
transcend the places that hold us.

You know that? You've learned
to read. You've learned to write.

Writing is... It's magic.

You feel that sometimes?

Yeah, I guess I do.

When I started writing,

I discovered that I was doing
more than just telling a story.

See, writing is a weapon,

and it's more powerful
than a fist can ever be.

Every time I sat down to write, I
could rise above the walls of this prison.

I could look out over the walls
all across the state of New Jersey,

and I could see Nelson Mandela
in his cell writing his book.

I could see Huey.
I could see Dostoyevsky.

I could see Victor Hugo,
Emile Zola.

And they would say to me,
"Rube, What you doing in there?"

And I say,
"Hey, I know all you guys."

It's magic, Lesra.

They sure don't teach it
that way up in Canada.

Maybe you could tell me
some books to read.

I can do that.

But these people in Canada
or anywhere else,

they can only teach you so
much. It's up to you. It's your search.

You gotta find out what's true for you,
What is true for Lesra Martin.

I ain't never met nobody
like you before.

You think
I killed those people, son?

No, I know you didn't.
How you know?

I just know.

I'm so glad I met you, Lesra.

Me, too.

Visit's up.

Everybody out.

Come on, folks, let's go.

You like a quick picture of
you and your son, Mr. Carter?

Come on, folks. Let's go.

It's up to my son.

Yeah, all right. All right.

That's enough pictures.
Come on. Let's go.

Dear Lesra,

whoever is responsible for your present
condition obviously cares a great deal.

For me, it was a miracle to see
such light in a human being again.

When you came, it was like the
day had started off without the sun.

It's dim and it's cool.

Then suddenly,
and without any warning,

the sunshine breaks through the
dimness and lights up everything.

What ya gonna
do? Do you wanna get down?

What ya gonna do?
Do you wanna get down?

You been all around the world,
huh, Mobutu?

Been everywhere.

Shut your
motherfucking mouth up.

Where your people from,
Africa?

Born in the Congo.

In the blackness of black.

My mother was a pygmy.
She stood 4'1".

My father was a big Watusi.

He was 7'10".
Oh.

He'd have to pick her up
like a little child to kiss her.

Cute.

Get down on it

If you really want it,
get down on it

What do you think
of white folks?

Just a little bit too much
of this stuff, you know?

But, then again,

I once rode the rails with a
hobo by the name of Alabama.

Now, he was white folks,

and he was a good man.

He saved my life three times.

Three times?

Three times.

Three times life, huh?

Everything I lost

that really matters,

I lost
at the hands of white folks.

I know what you mean,

but they ain't all bad.

What ya gonna do?

Do you wanna get down?

What ya gonna do?

But they sure can't dance.

Oh, shit.

Hey, y'all,
this is where we go in.

Come on.

Come on!

Don't look now,
but we're being watched. Stop it.

Somehow I don't think
you can smoke in there.

Right over there.

Hey, Rube, man, we made it.
How you doing, man?

All right.

Sam.

Hey, Rubin. Good to meet you.

Yeah. Good. Good. Good.

Professor.

Yeah.

This is Terry.
Terry.

Nice to meet you.
It's my pleasure, Terry.

Heard a lot about you.

Lisa. Hi.
Lisa.

So, you don't look
like I thought you'd look.

Lesra said you were so tough.

Is that good?

Don't know.

Don't know.

Don't know.

Come on. Sit down.

Everybody together.
I can't stand it.

So, Rubin,
how's the appeal going?

We hear it's with
the New Jersey Supreme Court.

Have they set a date?

Why don't we talk about Lesra?

Well, I'm sure that Lesra wants to know
what's happening with your case, too.

My case is doing
What it's doing.

I have to focus on the fact
that I have to do the time.

Well, how do you do that?

How do I do that?

I do that by not allowing
myself to want or to need

anything.

I'm free in here because
there's nothing I want out here.

Not free to want? Not
free to risk human contact?

This place doesn't allow you
to be human.

The only contact you get in
here is getting stabbed in the back

or gang raped in the shower.

That's what
they reduce you to.

You've obviously elevated it
to something else with Lesra.

Because of you, I wanna be a lawyer
when I grow up and prove you innocent.

Except we don't have to wait
until I'm a lawyer

because these guys
are willing to help.

We all believe
in your innocence.

I've been innocent for 16 years.
That's how long I've been in here.

Innocence is a
highly overrated commodity.

None of us can judge what you've been
through, but you might wanna consider...

You're damn right none of you
can judge what I've been through,

because none of you
have been through it.

What do you know about
doing time? Tell me about it.

What do you know about
what it is to be me?

What do you know about
being in this place?

This is too much, you guys. Yeah,
you're right. This is too much.

Y'all look.
Let's just go, all right?

Rubin. Rubin. Hey. Hey.

Hey, listen,
we left a package for you in the mail room.

Yes.

Visitors left this for you
in the mail room.

We had to open it
'cause of security.

Nice to have friends.

"Special gift
for the Hurricane."

Don't trust them,
Rubin.

Don't trust them.

You trust a bunch of little
white-ass do-gooders

more than you trust me,

more than you trust us.

Yeah. No more hate.

Try that on, huh?

Don't trust them. They'll turn
on ya. Don't trust them, no.

Think me and you. Me and you.

See how that fits.

It's time.

For what?

It's time for you to go.

Don't you turn
your back on me, nigger.

Rubin!

Rubin!

Ladies and gentlemen,

in this corner...

In this corner,
from Paterson, New Jersey,

wearing the white trunks
with black stripe,

Rubin "Hurricane" Carter!

Okay, Sam. You joining us?
Yeah. Yeah.

Lesra, get up the back.

Dear Rubin, I can't believe
the warmth and beauty of your letter.

Ready?

We get a rich, deep feeling
of experiencing your presence.

You've made what
we've been saying the truth,

that you can't keep people
back who refuse to be kept back.

Here we go. Here we go.

We work out of our home,
so we're always here if you'd like to call.

We'd really
like to hear your voice.

You are
very persuasive,

and I thank you for all
the things you send me,

but you people
are a bad influence on me.

I'm starting to like all
this stuff a little too much.

You're letting me get loose.

Hello?

Yeah, I'll accept the charges. Hey, Rube,
What's happening, man?

Lesra, boy, you...

Well, you sound
more like a man every day.

Get outta here.

Where is everybody?

Oh, you know Canadians.

They're not happy unless they're
outside tapping a tree for maple syrup.

I don't know how they do it.
It's cold out there.

What's up, Rube?
Something happen?

Yeah, I

heard from the courts, Lesra.

Been denied.
I lost the appeal.

Oh, no, man.
Look, hold on, Rube.

Let me tell everyone, okay?
I gotta go, little brother.

No. Wait, Rube.
Wait. Wait. But, Rube!

Rubin!

What's going on?

Lost the appeal.

Oh, no.

Dear Lesra,
Terry, Sam, Lisa,

this is, in many ways,
the saddest letter I've ever had to write.

I appreciate your many efforts
and kindnesses,

but I am a prisoner.

My number is 45472,
and my job...

"My number is 45472, and my job,
the key to my survival,

"lies in my ability
to do the time.

"This place is not one in which
humanity can survive, only steel can.

"This will be my last letter
to you.

"Please do not write.
Please do not visit.

"Please find it in your hearts to
not weaken me with your love.

"Rubin 'Hurricane' Carter."

Open up, Ken.

Okay.

Thanks.

Rubin,

I got a letter here for you
from Canada.

I'm just gonna
slide it in here for you.

You do what you want with it.

"Dear Rube,

"I know
you asked us not to write,

"so I'm not writing,
just sending you two things.

"One's a picture of me and
my new girlfriend, Pauline.

"The other is something
that rightfully belongs to you,

"my high school diploma.

"Your friend and brother forever,
Lesra Martin."

Don't count the stars

Or your might stumble

Hello.

Yes, I accept the charges.

Rubin? Hey.

Rubin, I can't hear you.

Rube?

Hello?

He said he can't do the time.

Collect call to anyone
from Mr. Rubin Carter.

Take one.

Yes?
Rubin?

Lesra'?
No, it's Terry.

I'm here with Lisa and Sam
and Lesra's here.

Hey, how y'all doing?

Look out the window.

What?

You see that light?

The one that's blinking?

You see it?

Yeah.

Can you see Lesra?

Yeah, I see you.
What are y'all doing here?

Can he see us?

Yeah, he can see you.

Rube!

We're here.
We've moved down here.

For what?
We're in this thing full-time

until you walk outta there.

Hold on.
Lisa wants to say something.

Hurricane!

Hey, Rube.

Looks like you got
some foot soldiers now, huh?

We're all in this together,
and we're not leaving till we all leave.

You're beautiful.

We're gonna take you home.

Okay.

Okay.

Rubin has asked us to give you
copies of everything that we have

and to answer any questions.

And since we've represented
him for over ten years,

there's an
awful lot of material.

I mean,
we have rooms full of files.

Absolutely,
and please understand that we are not here

to second-guess you or...

You know, we've come down here
to help in any way we can.

Anything, you know?
Anything at all.

Well, that's very kind of you,

and I congratulate you on
your dedication to Rubin's case.

Maybe I should add

that in those ten years we've been working
on this, we've donated our services.

We've never asked for a dime.
We never expect one. Do we?

I wanted to be sure.

And also in that time there
have been a lot of people,

great people,

all well-intentioned.

Famous.
Infamous.

Or not.

Boxers, singers, writers,
actors, journalists, et cetera.

A lot of brave people
who gave of their time,

and to some degree
risked their reputations.

People like you.

And people come and go.

And, frankly, nobody lasts.

Nobody stays the course.

Nobody goes the distance.
Because it's too tough.

It's too slow,

and it's heartbreaking.

It's too heartbreaking.

With all due respect,
Mr. Friedman,

what you have to understand
is that we're here.

We've moved here, and we have every intention
of staying here until Rubin is free.

Right on.

So we finally got in to see your
lawyers, Beldock and Friedman, the other day.

How'd they take it?

Oh, I'd say we handled
ourselves pretty well.

Yeah, we hauled about, what,
ten tons of documents into the apartment.

In broad daylight?
Oh, yeah.

Wait a minute. Listen to
me. This is not Canada.

Now,
I can protect you in here,

but there's not much I can
do for you on the outside.

The only way
I'm ever leaving this place is

if a lot of very important
people are exposed.

They're not just gonna
let that happen.

You understand?
We'll be careful.

Okay. Well, why don't you walk us
through what happened that night?

Now, three cops have testified
the shooting occurred at 2:45.

So, what time
did you leave the Nite Spot?

2:30.

Oh, now tell me
where can you party, child, all night long?

In the basement

Anybody call a cab?

Time for me to get outta here.
How much do I owe you, Big Ed?

Your money's no good here.

Anybody call a cab? I did,
unless Rubin's taking me home.

If I take you,
it's gonna be more than home.

Get on outta here, girl.

Shit.

What were you doing out
so late on a Thursday night?

What does it matter
what night it was?

Wasn't Thursday night ladies
night? Didn't it matter to your wife?

I'm in the penitentiary for murder,
not attempted adultery.

So there was a cab there. He
must have seen you leave, right?

No. No, he left before I did.

Bye, Rubin.
Take it easy.

Hey, turn around.

He's gone!

I wish to God John
Artis had met a girl that night.

I wish that
he hadn't been there at all.

He didn't deserve this.
He didn't deserve any of it.

Artis, let's go. You're done.

He got
the same sentence I got

and all he had to do was lie
and say I killed those people

and they would have
let him out

and his nightmare
would have been over.

Most men couldn't have
stood up to that kind of torture,

but John Artis did.

The man is my hero.

So the police said it was 2:45
or a little after

when all hell broke loose
at the Lafayette Bar.

That's what they said.

Apparently, the two gunmen entered
the bar and immediately started shooting.

According to William Marins,
two guys barged in and just opened fire.

Oliver goes down first.
Nauyaks.

Then Marins was the only one
that got a look at them.

Then they shoot Hazel Tanis
and leave.

What's Bello doing?

Bello was a lookout
for a burglary up the street.

And who else
saw anything?

Patty Valentine. She
said she saw the getaway car.

And there was a man who lived across
the street by the name of Avery Cockersham.

Cockersham? That name
was in the police report.

That's right.

So how come he didn't testify?

The judge threw
the police report out.

Cockersham left town.
Nobody could find him.

It was two colored guys. They
just walked in, they started shooting.

Call the cops.

Now, according to the police,
the murders were racially motivated.

The bar didn't serve blacks, so,
naturally, this crazy nigger, Rubin Carter,

had to take out his vengeance
on the entire white race.

This is Exhibit 11-F.
This is 1966.

What are you talking about?
Where are you?

Trial transcripts, 1966.

Valentine first said

the car's taillights were
similar to the getaway car.

"Similar."
Right.

Then in '76, Exhibit 89-C,
she says, quote,

"The Carter car was unquestionably
the same car. There was no doubt."

Closed quote.
Exactly.

Kind of makes you wonder,
doesn't it?

Second trial, 10 years later,
suddenly she changes her story.

She drew a picture,
like a bow tie.

Yeah, yeah. I got it here.

"Taillights lit up all across the back like
a butterfly, as the killer's car drove away."

"Like a butterfly."

So the first thing we have to do is find
out exactly what Rubin's car looked like.

We need to find
a '66 Dodge Polara.

There's the bow-tie lights,
like Patty Valentine described.

I'm not so sure about that.
You ready?

Yeah.
Yeah.

See that? They don't
light up all the way.

Oh, yeah, that's a Dodge Monaco.
You don't want one of those.

They don't have the power. I'll
make you a good deal on this one.

Shit.

Monaco?

Mr. Carter?

Yeah.

I was told to get you.

Get me? By whom?

The warden wants to see you.

For what?

I don't know.

Open up, Al.

Mr. Carter.

I have a difficult job
running this place,

but I do it.

I do it really well.

You called me down here at
3:00 in the morning to tell me that?

I hear things.

I hear everything.

What have you heard, Warden?

I hear something's going down.

I don't want a mess, something
that I can't clean up.

This doesn't have anything
to do with my case, does it?

Shit happens every day,

and I wanna warn you,
that's all.

Somebody tries to take you down,
something gets started,

I can't stop it.

You understand me?

What do you suggest I do?

Stay alive.

And that goes
for your friends, too.

Guard.

Who is it?

We're looking for
an Avery Cockersham.

Do the Cockershams live here?

I'm Mrs. Cockersham.
What do you want?

You're black.

You're white.

Baked fresh this morning.
You take the white one.

Yeah, there were plenty
colored folks in the neighborhood.

And in the bar, too.

Avery and me
were regulars.

They served blacks
in the bar?

We had a running tab.

So much for
the racial motive.

My Avery got a good look
at those men,

and it wasn't Rubin Carter.

He told the police.
He told them and he told them.

He even signed a statement
for that detective.

You know the one. Heavyset.

Looked like a bulldog
with glasses.

Della Pesca.

That's the one.

Could we talk
with your husband?

Avery's dead.

He died just before the trial.

I'm sorry.

Here's stuff
I wanna check out.

Who the fuck
you think you are?

Does this look
like Toronto to you?

Excuse me?

You've got some nerve
coming down here,

poking your nose
where it don't belong.

Let me ask you something,
Mr. Canada.

What the fuck do you know
about this place?

You know anything?
You don't know shit.

Let me enlighten you.

Because you don't know
what you're doing.

You are making enemies
that you don't know exist.

We know about you.

You don't know shit about me.
You understand?

You don't know shit about this place,
so let me tell you something else.

You're not welcome here.
You're not fucking welcome here.

You got that?
Go back to where you belong.

Lesra's gonna have to
get on with school,

so we might want to
send him back for a while.

I understand. It's
probably the best. Yeah.

Yeah.

What about you?

Oh, it's gonna take a little
longer than we thought.

You all right?

Yeah.

I've asked myself, Lisa,

if I could do for anyone

what you and Sam and Terry and Lesra
have done for me, and the answer is no.

So, if you feel like you need
to go home for any reason,

I'll understand.

No, you've gotta understand
we're not...

We're not leaving Without you.

All right?

And we're gonna
find something.

Well, I found something,

a fellow
by the name of Barbieri.

He's a private investigator.
Prosecution hired him in the second trial.

Didn't he resign
from the case or something?

He quit and turned in his murder
book and crime-scene photos,

list of evidence,
but no notes.

Anyone talk to him?

Myron tracked him down.

What'd he say?
Nothing. He was scared.

Of Whom?

Of the people
he was working with.

Mrs. Barbieri?

Miss.

Hello. Is Mr. Barbieri in?

There isn't any "mister."

Dominick, Dominick Barbieri?

That was my father.
He passed away years ago.

Maybe you oughta have
a yard sale.

That case always
bothered my father.

He never talked about it.

He said he had to live
in this town.

Yeah. Do you have any idea
where his notes might be?

Well, if he kept them at all,
they'd be in one of those boxes.

Guy was a pack rat. He must have
saved every case he ever worked on.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What?

I found it. Look at
this. Look. What?

He kept a damn diary.

Oh, look.

Who would have thought he'd
put it in a diary? Look at this.

There.

A call was placed to an emergency
operator named Jean Wahl

at 2:28 am.
to report the shooting.

At 2:28?
That's right.

She then calls the cops
to tell them.

They say they already know
about it.

In fact, they've got a cruiser on its
way over to the Lafayette at that moment.

Oh, my God.
Yes.

According to Barbieri,

"Time on the record of
customer contact was changed

"from 2:28 to 2:45."

Yes.
Son of a bitch.

Which, if true,
puts John Artis and myself at the Nite Spot

at the time of the killings.

Well, if we can prove
she got the call at 2:28.

We'll prove it.

We can prove it.

Mrs. Wahl?

Hi. My name is Sam Chaiton.

We spoke on the phone
about the Rubin Carter case.

I told you,
I don't want to talk to you.

Mrs. Wahl, please,
you told an investigator named Barbieri

that an emergency ea"
you took

the night of the Lafayette Bar
murders was at 2:28.

I don't know what I told him.
It was a long time ago.

But there's a card that says
2:45 on it,

and you didn't sign the card.

According to Barbieri,
it was signed by a Miss Lenore Harkinson.

She was my supervisor.

Why would your supervisor sign the
card? Wouldn't you do that yourself?

Look, if there's a card and that's
what it says, then that's what it says.

I don't remember
anything else,

and if someone tries to make me testify,
that's what I'll say.

Look, Mrs. Wahl...

Thank you.

So this is a copy of the phone
company's record of customer contact.

It's all there,
just like Barbieri said.

2:45.

Look at the signature
on the card.

It's signed by Lenore Harkinson,
Jean Wahl's supervisor.

Does that mean anything
to you?

It means she didn't have to
write up a phony ticket.

What?

He signed it himself.

Who?

His handwriting
is on every report

that put me in prison
since I was 11 years old.

It's Della Pesca.

It's his handwriting.

Oh, shit! What's happening?

What the hell is that?
I don't know.

Oh, shit!
Hold on!

You all right?
Yeah.

Lesra, you okay?

I'm all right.

Are you all right?
Yeah? I think so. Damn.

Yeah?
Shit.

Hey, you okay?

What the fuck was that?
Need help?

We're okay. Thanks.

Are they all right?
Goddamn.

Hey, let's go!

The law states we have to take our new
evidence back to the original trial judge,

and then if he turns us down,
we go to the state appeals court...

No, no, no, no. Listen to me.

These people aren't
gonna just let that happen.

They've made their careers
on my case.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about lawyers,
prosecutors, judges

who have moved up the ladder
on my black back.

We don't know what enemies
we have out there in this state.

We gotta take it out of New Jersey
and take it to the federal court.

Rubin, if you go
into federal court

with new evidence that hasn't
been heard in the state court,

the judge
is gonna throw it out.

Okay? That is the law.

Then we transcend the law.
We get back to humanity.

You said if we take the new
evidence before the federal judge,

he's gotta look at it before
he throws it out, right?

Right. I believe that once he looks at it,
he will have seen the truth.

Having seen the truth,
he can't turn his back on me.

And what if you're wrong and
he does turn away? Then what?

Then you throw out all this
evidence that everyone's fought to get.

And you know what, Rubin?

You will never be able to
mention it in a court again.

It is finished. It's erased.
It's as if it never happened.

This evidence is the key
to getting you out of here,

and you'll be
throwing it away, Rubin.

When in a few more years...

I don't have a few more years,
Myron.

Leon, help me out.

I can't. I agree with Rubin.
It's time to move on.

Move on? What do you mean?

Move on where?
The state's biased.

We're never gonna get anything
there. We have to go federal.

We can't take the risk
of going federal with this.

Listen to me.

I'm 50 years old.

I've been locked up
for 30 years.

I've put a lot of good
people's lives at risk.

Now,
either I get outta here...

Get me outta here.

Ready?

Good luck, Rubin.

This is for you.
You stay strong.

As-salaam-alaikum.

Alaikum-salaam.

Good luck.

Peace, baby. Be cool now.

Good luck, Mr. Carter.

Rubin.

Rubin Carter, prisoner 45472.

See you around.

Okay, Jimmy.

Your Honor,
we appear before you

in our 19th year
before the courts.

Rubin Carter
has never enjoyed a full, fair

and unforced disclosure of the facts
to which he is constitutionally entitled.

For 19 years,
the truth has been hidden,

not only
from Rubin Carter's eyes,

but from the eyes
of justice itself.

Your Honor, the Prosecution
objects forcefully here.

Counsel is attempting
to present new evidence

and circumvent
the State Court of New Jersey.

Your Honor must,
according to the law,

drop this entire petition where it belongs,
into the garbage.

Your Honor, we implore you to at
least hear us before making your ruling.

Mr. Beldock, I hope you understand
the implications of your action.

That is a very slippery slope

you're trying to climb.

We do, Your Honor.

Proceed.

In 1976,
the State of New Jersey's

chief investigator of this case,
Dominick Barbieri, resigned

because he discovered
the truth.

He discovered
that this case was built

on a foundation
of forgeries and lies.

Those lies show the guilt
not of Rubin Carter,

but of a corrupt police force
and the prosecutor's office.

And now, this wall of lies
has been destroyed,

so that this court
may finally see the truth,

and, pray God,
not turn its eyes away.

This court is not unmoved
by your eloquence and passion,

but the prosecution
is correct.

This petition contains
new evidence

that has not been presented
before the State Court of New Jersey,

and there is no legal argument
that you could make

which would allow me
to consider it.

Therefore, you have
two choices before you.

I can send this case
back to the State Court

and you can present
the evidence

or, if you insist
on proceeding,

this evidence will be lost
to you forever.

You understand the choice
before you, Mr. Beldock?

Your Honor, may I request a
moment to confer with my client?

That's the smartest thing you've
said all morning, Counselor.

Rubin, listen to me.

This judge is telling us
as clearly as he possibly can

that he's going to
rule against you.

This is our last stand, Myron.

Rubin, I am begging you...

Let's proceed.

Your Honor,

my client wishes to continue
with this proceeding.

Do you do so formally,

and are you aware
of the significance

of such an action?

We do so formally.

Proceed.

But, Your Honor...

Yes?
The state is not prepared

to argue
the merits of this case.

Why not?

Well, we assumed

that the court would not hear this
petition based on new evidence.

You assumed wrong.

Proceed.

So, Your Honor,
this case was poisoned from the start.

No evidence.

No witnesses,
except admitted liars.

Only a racially
charged atmosphere,

which was fanned by the police
and the prosecutors

who knew the truth
and distorted it

and subverted it
and destroyed it

to convict an innocent man.

What more can the State of New Jersey do,
Your Honor,

than give a man not one,

but two jury trials?

And nothing has changed
since then.

Mr. Carter is,
and always has been,

a menace to society.

He's been in and out of jail
his whole life.

A criminal.
He's a violent man.

His whole life
has been violence.

And it is our duty,
Your Honor,

to continue to protect the
general public from such a man.

Thank you.

I've heard your statements.

I'll take them
under consideration.

Now, is there anything else
that counsel wishes to add

before I make my final ruling?

What are you doing?
I wanna say something.

What are you gonna say? I
wanna... I need to say something.

Your Honor, my client,

Mr. Carter,
wishes to address the court.

Request granted.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I was a

prizefighter.

My job was to

take all the hatred

and skill that I could muster,

and send a man
to his destruction.

And I did that.

But Rubin "Hurricane" Carter
is no murderer.

Twenty years I've spent
locked up in a cage,

considered
a danger to society.

Not treated
like a human being.

Not treated like a person.

Counted 15 times a day.

I serve my time
in a house of justice,

and yet,
there's no justice for me.

So, I ask you

to consider the evidence.

Don't turn away
from the truth.

Don't turn away
from your conscience.

Please, don't ignore the law.

No, embrace
that higher principle

for which
the law was meant to serve.

Justice, that's all I ask for,
Your Honor.

Justice.

This court is in recess.

Oh, thank you.

It's good.

Come along way,
huh, little brother?

Yeah.

Look, I just want you to know if this
doesn't work, I'm busting you out of here.

You are?

Yeah. That's right.

I'm busting you outta here.

What was the first book
you ever bought?

Yours.

You think
that was an accident?

No. No, me neither.

Lesra, short for Lazarus.

"He who is risen
from the dead."

Rubin.

Genesis, Chapter 29, Verse 32.

"Behold a son."

You put those two together,
Lesra, and you have,

"Behold a son
who has risen from the dead."

That's no accident.

Hate put me in prison.

Love's gonna bust me out.

Just in case love doesn't,
I'm gonna bust you outta here.

Yeah.

You already have, Lesra.

All rise.

This federal district court of
New Jersey is now in session,

Judge Sarokin presiding.

Be seated.

This court does not arrive
at its conclusion lightly.

On one hand, Rubin Carter
has submitted a document

alleging racial prejudice,

coercion of testimony
and withholding of evidence.

On the other hand,

Mr. Carter was tried twice

by two different juries,

and those convictions
were subsequently upheld

by the New Jersey State
Supreme Court.

He's gonna rule against us.
Rubin's gonna lose.

However, the extensive record
clearly demonstrates to this court

that Rubin Carter's conviction

was predicated upon an appeal
to racism rather than reason

and concealment
rather than disclosure.

To permit convictions to stand

which have
as their sole foundation

appeals to racial prejudice,

is to commit a violation
of the Constitution

as heinous as the crimes
for which the defendants

were tried and convicted.

I hereby order Rubin Carter
released from prison

henceforth,
from this day forward.

This court is adjourned.

Rube, you made it, man.
You're free.

Can you stand it?

You did it, Rube.
You did it, man.

Rubin Carter has just been freed.

All right!
You're free, Rubin!

Mr. Carter,
how do you feel?

Mr. Carter? Mr. Carter?

Mr. Carter?

Now that you're out,
are you still gonna be the Hurricane?

Oh, I'll always be
the Hurricane.

And the Hurricane
is beautiful.

This is unbelievable!

The crowd is going wild.

Everybody wanted this victory,
and Hurricane has delivered.

Yes,
that's the story of the Hurricane

But it won't be over
till they clear his name

And give him back
the time he's done

Put in a prison cell
but one time

He could have been
the champion of the world

When your life's a wall

Can't see the light of day

When your hope is gone

When you second-guess
your faith

When you turn around

And realize that no one else

Will believe in you

Only yourself

When you're holding on

You can't find
the will to breathe

Can you right the wrong

That has brought you
to your knees?

Though you barely
lived your life

You keep on believing
you'll survive

And all that's left

Is what's inside

Amazing

Oh, amazing

I have heard my inner voice

And I finally can rejoice

I was lost and way down

Never thought that I would be

Amazing and now I'm free

Desperate

So desperate

So confined

Every day losing touch
of my mind

Found the strength

Gained my pride

isn't it crazy?

So amazing

I'm alive

Amazing

I have heard my inner voice

And I finally can rejoice

I was so lost and way down

Never thought that I would be

Amazing and now I'm

Free

Amazing new I'm

Free

Yo, yo, a hurricane forever

imagine you locked
down forever

Could you stand the weather?
Could you hold it together?

I can't even explain the pain

imagine if your life
was like a hurricane

A hurricane forever

imagine you locked
down forever

Forever and ever
Could you hold it together?

Yo, can't explain the pain
with words

You know what I'm saying Imagine
if your life was like the a hurricane

The clouds clashed and the
heavens gave birth to a storm

God placed it in a man
the day he was born

Convicted minutes after
A true natural disaster

Framed for manslaughter
The Hurricane Carter rising

From out the south water
like torrential rains

in the ring, no opponent
escaped unscathed

You can't believe the world
we live in's unjust

All I see is more proof
there's no place for us

They had my man Carter
locked in a cage like an animal

Dropped him to the point where
the mind worked mechanical

Or worked by remote control
It was done to all of us

They tap directly into our
soul Either it's Sing Sing

Or it's bars around your mind

There's nowhere to run,
nowhere to hide

In a six-by-six,
a guilty man cries

For repentance
and loss is what innocence is

You're locked down forever
Could you stand the weather?

Could you hold it together?
I can't even explain the pain

You know what I'm saying If
your life was like a hurricane

A hurricane forever The
man's been behind bars forever

Could you stand the weather?
Are you built for that?

Are you cut for that? Don't be
telling me that you know the pain

if your life was
like a hurricane