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Hmm. Listen, man, listen. You hear that?

That's not a song about a circus man.

That Dylan, he's talking about us.

Us? And how so? We the freaks?

No, see the geek, right? The
geek is a circus performer.

Uh, they got injured on the trapeze

and now he's gotta take this other job,

this menial job in order to survive.

Mr. Jones, he's willing to come down.

He willing to pay to
see the geek in the cage,

uh, eating live chicken or whatever
'cause he wants to see a freak.

But then the geek, he
take the chicken bone,

and he hands it to Mr. Jones and says...

... "The real freak is you."

Wow. Man, that Bobby Dylan is heavy.

Okay. Have a seat right here.

Hey, man. Real freak...
Real freak is you.

The Greeks created icons.
Portraits of religious figures.

But the images became sacred,

above and apart from
the individual depicted.

Whoa.

- Wanna get the hat...
- I'll go tilt it.

Eldridge Cleaver was a man

- who understood the power of an image.
- Yeah.

Uh, he wanted one that
inspired armed revolution.

This right here says,
"Leader and defender

of the Black colony...
in white America."

The most dangerous man on the planet.

Now... ... look straight in the lens.

This is the shot.

According to the philosopher Foucault,

if an image becomes iconic,

it is impossible to see the
subject as anything else.

Roz, Roz, I promise,
he's not staying long.

- One day, two max.
- If Bert's house was raided,

it's only a matter of time
before they bust down our door.

- Is that what you want?
- No.

You wanna watch me and my
kids hauled away in handcuffs?

Mary Poppins is at it again.

Did you hear me?

I gotta finish this letter
to the Cuban government, Gwen.

- Huey, she's...
- She's not gonna want Steve to go to jail.

Oh, she doesn't care.

- Look, we can't stay here.
- Well, where else are we supposed to go?

I can't trust anybody
in the party anymore.

Okay, but why are these the
people to elude a manhunt?

Now, why would you
think they can do that?

Because I'm gonna make 'em.

Look... Look, Gwen, Bert...

- Bert did keep Ellsberg out of jail.
- Mm-hmm.

And he got Abbie Hoffman
out of the country

when he was number one
on the most-wanted list.

He brought Chaplin back.

What do all those people
got in common that you don't?

Hey.

Look, it's all... Come here.

It's all gonna be okay.

You should've never got involved
with these Hollywood fools.

All right, listen up.

For 50 years Hollywood has
failed to stand up to tyranny.

All that is gonna end
right here with you.

We're gonna be the Beverly Hills 7, man.

They call you that
after you're arrested.

No, no, no. No one's gonna get arrested.

We know planning and logistics.

We're gonna get Huey to
Cuba in the next 48 hours.

Ticking clock's good, but why so tight?

Because the FBI's started
kicking down doors.

Plus, my girlfriend's
gonna fuck her tennis coach

if this goes on any longer.

- Like I said, we're not gonna get caught.
- How can you know that, man?

We got the perfect cover.

As far as anybody knows, we're
just movie people making a movie.

Okay. What movie are we talking about?

What kind of movie?

- It's a caper, Hoppy.
- Caper?

Look, you gotta be smart.
All your phones are tapped.

So from now on, we're gonna
talk about this thing in code.

So, Huey is "The
Package." Or "The Star."

I'm "The Producer."
Artie's "The Babysitter."

Steve's "The Jew."

Wait, why am I the Jew?
You're more Jewish than I am.

Because Steve, you're "The Jew."

Yeah. Jesus, fuck.

So the story is "The Jew"
and "The Jewish Producer"...

- Thank you.
- ... take "The Package"

to the Big Cigar aka Cuba.

It's like Ladykillers with a
movie crew instead of musicians.

I mean, I love The Big Cigar, man.

- That's... I like that... But...
- That's your thing?

- But, like, black and white, you know.
- Oh, that's gonna change everything.

Look, look, look, look. Guys, listen.

Stop bullshitting. All right? From
now on, no credit cards. Cash only.

No big cash withdrawals, no paper trail.

- Stick to pay phones.
- Oh.

They're trying to frame
me for a woman's murder.

It's not a game. All
right? It's my life.

Let me out, man.

And I need a plane.

Man, one of you ruling class crackers
gotta know somebody with a plane.

Yeah, we know a guy, man. He's Cuban.

He's a, uh, consultant on the Che biopic

- over at Paramount.
- Yeah.

Makes all the... ... trips
down to South America.

I mean, he could be the guy.

Man, I don't care who it
is. Just get hold of a plane.

The Feds busted down the door
in the middle of the night.

Threw us out of our own home.

Wouldn't even let me put on my clothes.

Okay, okay. Um... One second, okay?

- Hello?
- Hey. Is, uh... Is the line clear?

Yeah, we at Larry's grandma's.

Huey, the Feds came and took
all our houses last night.

Because I skipped bail?

The moment you left.

Today, they closed the
schools, the clinics...

... breakfast programs.

I got 30 people who slept on the street.

All right, uh, tell
them we'll work it out.

Uh, just give them the
keys to the penthouse.

You ain't got 30 beds.

Well, then take the reserve cash
and put everybody else in motels.

- What reserve? They took it.
- Well, then find some.

- How?
- I don't know. Shit.

Sorry.

Look, I just don't want this
bullshit to bring down the programs.

Okay.

We can't lose what we
risked everything to build.

Okay, I'll figure something out.

Careful. Wanted posters up all over.

All right.

It was one thing for the
Feds to come after me,

but I couldn't let
them hurt the community.

The stars came out today

as the Black Panther
Party opened a new location

for their expanded breakfast program.

You want an autograph?

- Want me to sign my name for you here?
- Thank you.

Thanks for being here.

- I knew it.
- All right.

- All power to the people.
- All power to the people!

I'm glad you all, uh, finally came out,

uh, to get a chance to
see what we're all about.

See, we've, uh... we've been
doing this work for many years,

and, uh, for me it's
important because, uh,

when I was in primary school,
there was always a problem.

Some of the kids, the ones who
had the money to pay for it,

uh, would get, uh, cookies
and, uh, graham crackers.

And, uh, the ones who didn't, had
to put their heads on the desk,

you know, while the other ones ate.

And, uh, I always thought
that was very bad...

Excuse me a moment.

I guess he prefers
guns to pancakes, huh?

Yeah.

But we got a major network here.

It's a big deal. It is.

Yeah, man.

Hate that we have to get the, uh...

the stars, you know,
to lure the cameras.

They didn't have any trouble finding
us when we were out in the street

with our guns policing the
police, you know what I mean?

It's the society of spectacle.

I don't wanna be that guy in
the wicker chair anymore, man.

I mean, I understand why people
like the image, but it ain't me.

That's some shit Eldridge came up with.

And when I got out of the pen, man, I...

I got a second chance at life that
I didn't think I was gonna get.

You understand?

And I don't wanna spend that time
sending people to their graves.

If I'm gonna have an image,
I want it to be one that...

that helps people.

With this money we're
bringing in from Hollywood,

we can feed, we can clothe, we can
house a whole bunch of more folks.

And we're just getting started.

All right? We're talking about
survival pending revolution.

Brother Huey, with respect,

people don't come to us because
they want to start a charity.

Like Brother Eldridge says,

the party stands for violent
struggle against oppression.

We have to shift to survive, brother.

Only brother I ever seen go
into the joint and come out soft.

- What you say?
- Huey.

You ever been to the hole, brother?

You ever face down a line of
police with your own 12-gauge?

Oh, I see. So you're not really
ready to die for revolution.

You just... You just
like wearing the threads.

I think some of you brothers and sisters

are in need of a
revolutionary education.

This party has moved
on from armed struggle.

That's right.

We are about survival and
we are about social change.

Now if you wanna be with us,

you can go teach some
of our kids how to read.

All right? Or you can go...
go volunteer at a clinic.

Do something to help our people.

But if what you wanna do is go
out in the street with a shotgun,

trying to overthrow the
government and get yourself killed,

then you can get your ass on a plane

and fly to Algeria and be with Eldridge.

- That's right.
- Mmm.

Yeah. That's right.

Huey?

Those punks down there trying to
tell me how to run my own party?

It's not just them, Huey. Lot
of talk like that out there.

Most of our members joined
up while you were in the pen.

Young folks who had your
poster on their wall.

They thought they was coming
in here to be soldiers.

Sounds like you agree with them.

You think I should stick with the guns?

You think that's what's
best for the party, Gwen?

It stopped being about just the
party for me a long time ago.

Gwen, come on.

I'm just worried.

There is a lot of
talk, and at some point,

talk ain't all it's gonna be.

What you think I ought to do?

- Call Eldridge.
- Hell no.

Get him to unite the party with you.

No. If I call him, he'll just
go around telling everybody,

"Oh, Huey P. came to me with
his tail between his legs."

Got me here looking like a chump.

- That pride of yours.
- It ain't pride, Gwen.

It's common sense.

Oh. Oh, you wanna look at it practical.

Okay, fine. How important
are the programs?

They're my life's work.
You know that, Gwen.

Then maybe you should humble yourself.

Take a risk. Call the man.

Hmm?

Please tell me you got
something on Schneider.

It ain't good. Our guys
were at it all night.

All we got was some of Schneider's coke,

couple of kids on weed charges...

- ... and a bunch of togas. No sign of Huey.
- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

We gotta smoke 'em out.

Those fucking producers
know where he is.

Oh, great. I thought we might be done.

Fuck! I'm so sick of
looking like this hair!

I hate the goddamn hippies.

Every morning I wake up, look
in the mirror, and what do I see?

A funky-ass hippie.

Yeah, man.

Give me the fucking drugs.

Right.

The FBI was emptying its playbook
to neutralize the Panthers.

Harassment, arrest, fabricated evidence.

Informants and provocateurs.

Man, they even had Feds like Agent Clark

living as members of communities
they were hell-bent to destroy.

Scored.

Mmm.

Flying to Cuba is a lot of risk.

How much would it cost?

- Depends. What's the package?
- You don't need to know.

Well, the price for
"you don't need to know,"

it's 25K up-front.

What else do you need?

Another 25 on arrival.

Oh, and you need to clear an
airstrip in Rancho Cucamonga.

Rancho Cuc...

Man, w-why we gotta
clear you an airstrip?

This doesn't sound like something

you can just load up
in front of everyone

at Van Nuys, does it?

And I'm assuming you don't
wanna file a flight plan. Huh?

I don't do construction.

Only transpo. It's...
It's a union thing.

Seventy-two hours. Get your
plane there. Ready to take off.

4:00 p.m., Friday?

Adiós.

Man, I don't like that dude.

Three days from now, you're
gonna be sipping Cuba libres

on the beach in Havana. Trust me.

Yeah, I do trust you.
I just don't trust him.

You know, look, all these guys
are risking everything for you.

We're in the meeting this morning,
we're... we're planning a thing

- and you blow off to go make a phone call?
- Look, man.

I left a lot of shit
behind in Oakland, Bert.

My pops is sick, man. The Feds
closed down my survival programs.

I got kids and families
sleeping in the street.

Well, that's a lot. I
didn't know about your dad.

It's fine. I just need
things to go right.

No, I understand. I'm all over it.

We're gonna build that airstrip,

and you just focus on the
party and your dad. Okay?

Pop?

Oh, hey. Huey.

- You just missed Melvin.
- I was actually looking for you.

It's Saturday, I figured I
might know where you'd be.

Sitting right here like
always, working on my sermon.

Got anything in there for me?

Prodigal son come looking for answers.

Well, come on. Sit on down.

I'm getting tested, Pop.

Trying to, uh, walk a
new path, as you tell it.

Walking that path ain't easy.

Can't figure out where it
is half the time or where...

... which way I'm supposed to go.

You remember when you was coming up,

you used to follow Sonny Man
everywhere wanting to be just like him?

Yeah, well...

Then you got into books. And
you and Melvin became tight.

You know, you've been through a lot.

- Hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

So now, who is it you really wanna be?

I want to, uh... I wanna
transform society, Pop.

I envision a world beyond
conflict and violence.

Does that path take
you through Hollywood?

Look, change comes in many forms.

All right, revolutionary
culture is a powerful weapon,

and that... that right there,
that television is a nuclear one.

I... Politics is-is
telling a story, and...

and Hollywood helps amplify my message.

I know a little something
about preaching a message.

All right. All right.

When you was little, you remember,

your auntie took you up to that
big church up there on 45th?

Yeah, she, uh... she
loved that preacher.

Big choir and all that.

Yeah. Well, it made an
impression on you too.

You come home,

"Pop!" "How come you don't
preach at church like that?"

You always been drawn to the big stage.

Do you remember what I told you?

You said that, uh,
in those big churches,

the preacher sometimes
becomes the message.

And that's where the danger lies.

Now you think about it.

Most of the world's problems comes

when the messenger
thinks he's the message.

Hmm.

There's a reason they
consider pride a deadly sin.

You're right. Thank you, Pop.

You ain't hear a word I said.

No, I heard you. I heard you.

Gotta go talk to Eldridge.
Try to unite this party.

Finish up your sermon.

We're not building you an airstrip.

You stiffed us for the
overage on your last movie.

Yeah, that's right. When we
were, uh, switching accountants.

Yeah, it must have been
a studio mix-up or...

- Yeah.
- No, buddy,

the mix-up is you still think it's 1972.

Easy Rider's in the rearview.

You're out of stardust, baby.
And money, by the looks of it.

We have enough to sweeten the deal.

We'll pay double time.

Sure.

- For a working airstrip in three days?
- Rush job rates.

Cash on the barrelhead for all your men.

- Ah, just take it all.
- Hmm?

- Triple pay, fellas.
- Yeah!

You just gave them the last of our cash.

Let me tell you something, Bert.
Okay, look, you do what you want,

because you always do, but if
you stiff these guys again...

Look at me. Look at me.

They're gonna chop you up and
dump your parts in the desert.

I'm not gonna stiff them.

We're making a movie to
get Huey out of the country.

Let's rustle up some investors.

It's fucking pathetic.

So, Bert called in some
favors. Not sure to who.

But he found some cash,
and we moved it discreetly.

The cigar is lit. Pre-pro is underway.

PA is on the move.

Budget's approved at that number,

but there's no room for breakage.

These assholes and the fucking movie.

Give me something on Huey!

Is transpo ready to
head out to the location?

It was all happening.

We, uh, threw the Feds off the
scent. They had no idea where I was.

One thing I learned about Hollywood,

you do whatever it takes
to get your shit made.

Wiring that petty cash to the
transpo department right now.

Stop calling me, man.

A freak snowstorm just blew through.

I got Santa here with Margot
Kidder and her friends.

I'll call you next week.

The star's call time is confirmed.

Set construction is 70% complete.

Can't believe we're
actually getting it done.

It shows what the people can accomplish

when they have resources and access.

Reminds me, man, I, uh,
caught some of the footage

for your Hearts and Minds
film. Best thing you ever done.

You're either gonna get an Oscar,

or you're gonna get blacklisted
for exposing Vietnam like that.

You hear that, Steve?
We're gonna win an Oscar.

Well, we better,

'cause everything we have is tied up

in that picture...

... including your house.

House shmouse. Gonna be
lines around the block.

Mmm.

Hey, we gotta get you
back here for the premiere.

Hey. We are gonna get you back here.

Strange, man.

Thinking about how I might never,
uh... never see my home again.

My friends, my dad.

And my people sleeping on the
street 'cause I skipped bail.

And what am I doing, man? I'm
out here running just like...

just like, uh, Eldridge.

After all that shit I said about him.

Really, we see, uh, the true
nature of our movement as,

uh, oriented around the
promotion of... of human life.

I think that's certainly different

than what most of our viewers
would imagine, Mr. Newton.

- Yeah.
- Uh, now, um, as you know,

we're being joined by Eldridge Cleaver,

on the line from his exile in Algeria.

- Uh, Mr. Cleaver, are you there?
- Hey, my man, Eldridge.

How... How's it going
over there in Algiers?

Yeah, not too good, Huey. Not too good.

What you mean, man?

On... On the news, it...
it looks pretty good.

You on that rooftop, uh, looking
out at the beach and all that.

Yeah, you must be thinking of your view

from the Malibu Hills, jack.

I'm talking about this, uh,
survival program bullshit.

Excuse me, brother?

Now, Huey, that's not what
the Panthers are about.

What about taking up arms?

I... I don't think you
know what you're saying.

Uh, we talked about this. You
said you'd back the programs.

Yeah, I know what I'm saying.
I'm saying you were out there

flippin' sausages, and
the party's falling apart.

Oh, I see. You, uh... You
trying to, uh... trying to drop,

uh, a... drop a bombshell this morning.

But you've been talking about
that, uh, armed struggle thing

from exile for years now, brother.

That's pretty convenient.

How about this for a news flash? The
international section is expelled.

Expelled? What, you
shutting me out, brother?

That's right. That's right. Buried.

You're a madman.

Right, I'd rather be a
madman than to be a coward.

What the hell are you talking about?

You ran off after getting
Lil Bobby Hutton killed.

Lil Bobby, the third
member of our party.

Eldridge took him on a suicide mission,

got him gunned down in cold blood.

Cops shot him over a dozen times.

He was 17 years old.

Lil Bobby's been with me ever since.

I stay here, you understand? I
stay here, and I face the gas.

You're a coward and you're a punk.

Uh...

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Huey P. Newton.

And on the line, Eldridge Cleaver.

And we'll be right
back after this break.

Fuck Eldridge.

- I did not think he was gonna do that.
- Damn fool just declared war.

Yeah, he's forcing you to choose.

You stick with the programs and
risk losing part of the party or...

Or stay with the guns
and let Eldridge win?

There is no choice.

One of J. Edgar Hoover's primary
objectives with COINTELPRO

was pitting Panthers against
each other to split the party.

He wanted to weaponize egos
and erode trust amongst us.

Hoover wanted conflict, paranoia
and Panther blood in the streets.

And the shit worked too.

I don't know, man. I think
I should come with you.

Nah. It's too risky.

Now, you know you don't
wanna be in Cuba alone.

The kids could stay with
my mom until we get settled.

Nah, you know those kids need you, Gwen.

Shit. Besides, for all I know,

the man might decide to use
the plane for target practice.

You don't need me?

I need you to go up north
and help out with the party.

If I had a hard time getting
folks on the same page,

I know it won't be easy
for Teressa and Elaine.

Hmm.

Gwen, come on. Come on, now.

I don't have time for
all of this, all right?

I need you to go to
Oakland and talk to my pops.

I never... I never got a chance to call.

You have to.

You have to tell him you
love him before it's too late.

Well, my pops... my pops is
southern. He's... He's old-school.

He don't go ahead for all
that... free love hippie bullshit.

You have never once told
your father that you love him?

He never told me.

Well, maybe it's time to change that.

Am I ever gonna see you again?

Yes. Gwen, I'm gonna
send for you and the kids.

Promise.

I can't believe Huey's
taking off tomorrow.

What the fuck? Did fucking
Bert send out invitations?

This is the white leftie
farewell tour, man. Look at it.

You know how Hollywood
loves a going away story.

This is great, isn't it?

Reminds me of the first day of shooting.

But hey, uh, look, I
gotta show you something.

- What the fuck is this?
- Huey's going away present.

The whole town already thinks
that we're shooting a movie,

so why don't we really shoot a movie?

"The Big Cigar."

Man, I gotta introduce
you to some black artists.

I mean, they could've
funked this thing up.

Gave it some Superfly.

Far fucking out.

- Listen, this has never been done before.
- Hmm.

They're gonna be writing about what
we're doing while we're doing it.

- Artie's already started a script.
- Has he? Okay.

Why don't we just send the FBI
a letter, with all our sizes,

so they can have our prison
suits waiting for us, huh?

- How does that sound, Bert?
- You know how this business works.

It will be 50 years before
this thing gets into theaters.

By that time the whole
thing will have blown over.

It's amazing! I mean,
he looks just like me.

Burt Reynolds is playing you?

Hey, Huey. Come check this out.

I'll go burn this.

I'm out here running for
my life and you, uh...

you fucking around with a poster?

- Oh, wait...
- I thought you had got it by now.

The reason I got down with
you in the first place is

because you helped our programs.

I thought by now we
had... we had got somewhere

- and here you come with this bullshit.
- I'm just trying to sell the lie.

Everything all right in here?

Tell you, man, I need a ride.

Good thing I know a nigga with a Rolls.

- I'm gonna watch your back.
- All right.

Make it quick, brother.

- Hello?
- Pops.

Huey. You okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'm... I'm all right. Um...

How you feel?

Like they're making a bed
for me in the upper room.

Where are you?

I can't... I can't say.

They got a bull's-eye on my back.

Yeah, well, so did
Jesus. He turned out okay.

Listen, Pop, there's, uh...

there's something I
need to, uh, say to you.

Now you take care of yourself, Huey.

Uh, please, just, uh, just listen to me.

I... I...

You, uh... You... You
know how I feel, right?

No, no, no. Now, you
don't have to say anything.

Come on. Keep him talking, Walter.

Oh, shit.

Huey, we got a couple of slave
catchers coming our way, man.

Huey, we gotta split, man.

All right, all right.

- See, the thing is, Pop, I'm leaving.
- I know.

- Hey, officers. Thank God.
- Pops, just let me speak.

Some fools done scratch my
Rolls and run off that way.

Oh, shit.

- Are you Richard Pryor?
- Now, see.

Just when I thought justice
was blind, you motherfuckers

can recognize a nigga with money!

- Damn right, I'm Richard Pryor.
- Well, Dad, uh...

- Huey...
- Mr. Newton, is that Huey?

- I'm fine.
- Mr. Newton, give me the phone.

Dad, hello?

No. Huey, you are upsetting your father.

Hey, put my father
back on the damn phone.

Huey.

- Do not talk to me like that.
- I need to speak to my father.

Put him back on the goddamn phone.

Will you give me the phone, miss?

That guy with you?

Ah, that's just my driver.

- He gotta check in...
- Huey.

- Daddy. Hey, Dad.
- Mr. Newton, I'm sorry,

- but I have to insist.
- No. I'm fine.

Hand me the phone.

Daddy, I l...

Hello?

- That was Richard Pryor, man.
- Yeah.

Shit!

Come on, man. Let's go.

Nigger's got a gun.

You're gonna die.

You have never once told
your father that you love him?

- You know how I feel.
- You don't have to say anything.

I don't wanna be that guy in
the wicker chair anymore, man.

Huey, the Feds came and took
all our houses last night.

You ran off after getting
Lil Bobby Hutton killed.

How's it help the
movement if you're dead?

You out there hiding in plain sight.

It's not a game. It's my life.

Fuck you and all the
niggers that follow you.

I always knew I was gonna
die for the revolution.

You're gonna be the most
dangerous man in America.

Am I ever gonna see you again?

Power implies possession of liberation,

and I refuse to die a powerless man.

- Hey! Hey! Hey!
- Power implies possession of liberation,

and I refuse to die a powerless man.

Guard!

Power implies possession of liberation.

... refuse to die a powerless man.

Guard!

Hey, hey! Hey, Guard! Guard!

Power implies possession of liberation,

and I refuse to die a powerless man!

Shit.

Lil Bobby!

Lil Bobby!

Bobby!

What kind of plane
are you flying to Cuba?

Hmm?

What kind of plane
are you flying to Cuba?

I-I don't know, man.

Say, uh, are you a...
you a good student?

In some stuff.

But I hate book reports
in front of the class.

Yeah, I couldn't stand them either.

Why not?

Mmm. Because I couldn't read.

- You couldn't read?
- Hey, Michael.

Why don't we play the,
uh, license plate game.

What do you say, pal?

It's cool, man.

Yeah?

See, uh... ... I had a lot
of trouble with the words.

And my teachers, they
didn't really care.

So, uh, I had to teach myself.

Know what I did then?

Uh-uh.

I started my own school.

All right, pal. Let's
grab your backpack.

We're almost at your school.

Where's Tajo, Bert?

Tajo's late.

I mean, I'm sure he's
on his way. Traffic.

- What? Air traffic.
- Ah.

At least the light is good. Get
to have one more sunset together.

The light? Where the fuck is the Cuban?

All in.

You owe us, Tajo.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I got something, something
you're gonna want.

I know where Huey Newton is.

What's taking him so long, Bert?

All right, he'll be here.

Fellas, come on. Let's just...
Let's just hang tight, okay?

I told you not to trust that dude.

You know, I don't get it.
Guy's done a million runs.

What did you expect, man?

Yeah, you're too, uh...

you're too busy playing
mogul, throwing parties,

and you didn't take time to make
sure the fucking plane was here.

- I mean, something must've happened.
- I'll tell you what happened.

You told me to trust
you. That's what happened.

And then you went out
and hired a drug runner

because he looked the part.

That about says it all, man.

Where the hell is he?

Huey, where you going?

Huey, what you doing?
Huey, where you going?

I'm going to kill a Cuban.

But that's my car. Huey, that's my car!

Hey! That's my car!

Oh, this is wonderful. This
is... This is just dynamite.

There he goes!

Isn't that great? There he goes, Bert.

Why don't you put that
in your fucking poster!

One. We want freedom.

We want power to determine the
destiny of our own Black communities.

Two. We want full
employment for our people.

Three. We want decent housing fit
for the shelter of human beings.

Four. We want an end to the
robbery of the Black community

by the white racist businessman.

Five. We want decent
education that teaches us

about the true nature of this
racist and decadent system.

Education that teaches
us about our true history

and our role in society
and the world today.

Six. We want all Black brothers
to be exempt from military service.

Seven.

All power to the people.

All power to the people.

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