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Anything I have to say I say tomorrow night

at the university, loud and clear.

Cora Sanders.

Comrades! I am happy to be here with my...

[gunshot]

Bill: Police! Hold it!

That's what they want. For me to quit.

[Indistinct chatter]

The threats haven't stopped.

I thrive on threats.

[Screams]

I don't like you either, Cora.

You don't have to. I'm not your cleaning lady, sergeant.

[Screams]

Bill: Get out of here!

You bang on the door, round us up at five in the morning.

Like farm animals.

And we want to know why?

We don't like it any better than you do.

Okay, Michaels. What we want to know is...

Did you or any of your buddies

send us a little love letter last night?

If it's of any interest to you, and I'll bet it isn't,

I graduated cum laude in philosophy I flunked typing.

"Keep Cora Sanders out of this city, this country,

or else she gets wasted

and maybe some of you pigs go with her."

I didn't send that and I didn't type that.

You see, I wouldn't waste the time on Cora Sanders.

You still don't dig her since she split from you, Michaels?

We should never have let her in the organization

in the first place.

You felt she might detract from your masculinity?

We felt, sergeant Anderson,

that she detracted from our blackness.

You see, she's a communist, a marxist,

preaches how all brothers of all colors

should groove it together.

And we're black. Alright?

This washroom and this world for blacks only.

Yeah, well, black Cora Sanders arrives here this morning.

Now she's gonna be here about two and a half days.

So, gentlemen, I suggest that

you behave yourselves at all times, for the next 60 hours.

You, you, and you.

In fact, your whole little organization,

is gonna have a little company on your tails,

makin' sure that those tails keep the hell out of our way.

And out of Cora Sanders' way. Does everybody get my message?

What else is new?

-Smile, pep. -Why?

You might get your picture in the paper.

Look, I was up all night going over her jacket

and checking out those threats.

And I had an honest to goodness weekend coming to me.

And I'm not exactly crazy about her politics.

What difference does it make if we like her politics or not?

We've got a job to do. She's a citizen,

we ve got to protect her.

-How's it going? -Perfectly.

That's the welcoming committee. Neil armitage.

Pete: He teaches at Landon. Joe: Sociology.

Great white father figure.

She was his prize pupil, and from what I understand,

she was supposed to stay with him

and his wife over the weekend.

Photographer: Hey, here she comes now.

Cora!

- Oh, you look marvelous. - It's just a front.

-I'm pooped. -Here.

Face the camera, please, miss Sanders.

- Oh, they're gorgeous. - Frances picked them.

Sends her love.

Female reporter: Miss Sanders, I'm from the herald.

I may just get sick.

Photographer: Big smile over here, miss Sanders.

Look, 15 hours ago I was in Moscow.

I've had a very long trip. I'm tired.

Anything I have to say, I say tomorrow

night at the university, loud and clear.

And wide awake, I hope.

Sand then you go to Japan?

My more liberated Japanese brothers

have offered me a teaching job, which I will accept. Thank you.

Male reporter: Just one more question, miss Sanders.

Ooh, is she a charmer.

So you finally learned to drive and come to pick me up

-in your chariot, huh? -Oh, no.

I still won't touch one of those infernal machines.

Look, uh, these people over here have something to say to you.

-They're police. -No. No police.

-I don't need police. -Now wait a minute.

The university won't let you talk tomorrow night

unless you have police protection.

And I don't want to see anything happen to you either. Come on.

Miss Sanders, I'm sergeant crowley

with the police department. This is sergeant Anderson,

investigator styles, investigator royster.

I'll meet you outside.

-There's been a threat. -Threats.

Threats don't bother me. They never have.

Yeah, well, they bother us. They bother us a lot.

I guess you could say I'm back home. So?

We've been assigned to stay with you.

-To protect me. -That's right.

Or set me up.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's been known to happen to some of my brothers...

Cops setting us up for the execution.

-Right, brother? -Wrong.

Ha! Brother. All right.

I just want you all to know something. I'm me.

Used to taking care of myself, doing what I want to do.

Which of you bureaucrats gets to stay with the red menace?

This one, naturally.

And of course you're thrilled.

My bosses hand me a job, I'm stuck with it.

Miss Sanders, you and sergeant Anderson

are gonna stay at the Gregory house.

That's a new hotel here in town.

You can come and go as you like,

just so long as you're with sergeant Anderson

or the proper police protection.

And we'd appreciate it if you wouldn't

pass around the name of the hotel too freely.

That's the Gregory house.

I want you and Frances to phone me, hear?

And, Neil, call boomer and tell him to get in touch.

Please.

Looks like you got your work cut out for you.

I love you. Even though we remain, as ever,

out of sync politically.

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

Said liebknecht. Or was it cabet?

One of those misguided socialists.

Thanks for arranging for tomorrow night.

Now listen, Cora, I can't guarantee a huge crowd.

Oh, how soon they forget.

Only a year and a half, and already

I'm a yesterday's terror.

There wasn't much time to arrange things, you know?

Neil, if I can talk to only one kid...

Black, yellow, brown or white... I mean, if I can just get

through to one brother or sister,

it'll be worth it to me.

Hey, folks, my last fare. I wanna get going.

All right. Now, listen, 2:00 tomorrow. Don't forget.

My office. I want you to meet some of my new geniuses.

See you, Neil.

Miss Sanders, you will ride with sergeant Anderson here.

We'll accompany you to the hotel.

-Like a convoy. -Yeah, something like that.

[Sighs]

-You like sunflower seeds? -Yes.

-Help yourself. -I buy my own.

I don't like you either, Cora.

You don't have to. I'm not your cleaning lady, sergeant.

Understood, miss Sanders.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Hey, bill, there's a friendly out in the hall.

Has something about Cora Sanders.

-Hey, hey! Joe: All right, already.

Anson croy. Does that name mean anything to you guys?

Oh, yes, the Nazi jerk. That's tautologic.

-That's what? -Redundant.

What about anson croy?

I'd keep an eye on him if I were you.

He's been making a lot of noises about that Cora Sanders.

Yeah, we don't that. We also know he's out of town.

-No, he was. He's back. -Oh? Back when?

Last night. I saw him. He was drinkin' beer.

Drinkin' lots of beer and makin' lots of noises about her.

- Where was this? - At that, uh... what is that?

Rotskeller? Ratskeller? Whatever it is on sixth Avenue.

You know the place... on the corner?

-Yeah. Get on him. -Right.

Okay, Eddie.

-Thanks a lot. -Yeah. Hey, anytime.

Anything to keep them weirdos off the street, man.

Yeah, stay in touch.

Yeah, get me the Gregory house, will ya?

You got it, bill. Bye.

Sure you don't want any of these?

No, thanks.

There's a problem.

What sort of problem?

The threats haven't stopped. That was my boss.

The department hopes you'll call off your lecture tomorrow night.

No, way. Mm-mmm.

I thrive on threats.

Means people know I'm here, sergeant.

People can get hurt. Innocent people.

Innocent people, oppressed people in this country,

in this world, are used to being hurt,

stomped on, exploited, oppressed, hurt.

[Phone ringing]

Or hadn't you heard, sergeant?

Oh, I've read about it.

Yeah?

Hold on.

It's for you.

I thought I asked you not to make a public announcement

of where we were.

So you did, sergeant.

Hello?

Hello, Cora?

It's boomer. How ya doin'?

Fine, boomer. Where are you?

Well, I don't know about that.

I mean, I don't know if it's possible.

Oh. Okay.

Fine, boomer. Yes.

Cora: You know something? I'm hungry.

Okay. I could eat too. I'll order.

There must be some menus around here someplace.

Hey, I'm not a prisoner.

They got a nice dining room here.

We could just traipse out past that cop in the hall

and take one elevator down to that fancy dining room.

Okay. Show 'em your badge, sergeant.

They might not try to stick us at a table near the kitchen.

They won't.

Let's go.

I'd like to freshen up first.

-Hi. -Hi.

You know, I didn't think you'd call.

You knew I'd call. You also knew I'd be here.

But a married man.

- My goodness, boomer. - No jokes about that, Cora.

We're having problems.

Oh, poor, mixed-up marnie.

Oh, she... she was the wrong woman for you, you know?

I could have told you that.

It's not good between us, but I'm gonna keep trying.

No frown.

That's not why I traveled a million miles... for frowns.

That's not why I just ditched a fuzz.

That's not why I wanted to see you.

Why did you want to see me?

To talk about old...

Old and good times.

Beautiful times they were, boomer.

-How was Russia? -Very big.

I want a little Noel coward.

And very efficient and very friendly and...

[Speaking foreign language]

-You learned the language? -Mm-hmm.

[Speaking foreign language]

She asked me to take her up to the top floor.

Let's go.

How's the team doing?

Or should I ask, considering that their coach is...

One big, together boomer Reed.

[Gunshot]

Murder!

And you never saw anybody on that other roof?

-No. -You mean there was no warning?

-No warning at all? -No.

Why did you leave the hotel room

without notifying me or the patrolman in the corridor?

I wanted to see him alone.

You could have asked me.

I didn't. I was wrong.

I just wanted to be alone with him.

Miss Sanders, would you tell me, please,

what the exact relationship with Ralph Reed was?

[Sighs]

Um, we were very close friends.

I was in love with him once,

and we went to the same college together,

and he was one of the few black people in any of my classes.

So in that sense, it was kind of a natural attraction,

and it grew, and... we... planned

to marry at one point.

But you didn't?

His-his beliefs... they...

They didn't coincide with mine.

No, instead he married a marnette Gibson.

Yeah.

What has any of this got to... got to do with his death?

He was murdered this afternoon.

Anything you can tell us might have something to do with it.

Well, whoever it was was after me.

I think that's pretty obvious.

Nothing is obvious to us

until we know exactly what happened and why.

I think I'd like to get back to the hotel.

Bill: The hotel is out, I'm afraid.

You'll have to stay with sergeant Anderson,

at her apartment.

You'll both be under guard.

Well, I would rather not stay at her apartment.

It's very nice. You'll like it.

-Isn't there someplace else? -Like where?

Well, Neil... professor armitage and his wife. I could go there.

I'm sure you could.

And I'm sure they'd be pretty nervous about it.

You could be endangering their lives, miss Sanders,

or don't little things like that bother you?

Look, somebody's been killed.

I know that, sergeant! I know that.

All right, I'll go. But what is it?

-What do you want me to do? -Miss Sanders,

won't you reconsider your decision?

My decision to speak?

No, no. The meeting's still on.

Even now when someone's been murdered?

Don't you see? That's what they want.

Whoever did this to boomer...

Whoever tried to do this to me...

That's what they want. For me to quit.

There's nothing some people want more.

I want to ask you both...

Would you back off?

Well, I'm not. I'm not running.

There. That's not so bad, is it?

Thanks, John. See you in the morning.

I'll flip you for the bedroom. It's upstairs.

-Does this open up? -Yeah.

-I'll sleep here. -Suit yourself.

You must be hungry.

No, no, I'm not.

-Would you like some coffee? -Okay.

Instant's all I've got.

That's what they used to serve

in some of the better jails I've known.

Instant's fine.

That's my sister.

She's very pretty. What's her name?

-Cheryl. -She has a kind of strange,

kind of infinite smile.

Unfortunately, she's autistic.

Why do you say unfortunately?

What do you mean?

Oh, there are times like now...

Today... when that's the only way to be.

Not to react to anything in this rotten world.

She's a very ill, very sick child

that has nothing to do with politics.

I'm sorry.

Are you really?

I said it! I'm sorry!

Look, I'm very tired. I've lost a friend today,

and inside me is just empty, empty.

All right, listen. I can understand how you feel

when you lose someone you love,

and yet... you gave him up.

He understood why. The few other men I've known,

loved in my way... they've understood.

But you don't, do you?

Well, I really don't care what you think,

what your type thinks.

People who do what you do in the name of, what is it, justice?

-Danke schön. -Same to you.

How do you say "these creepies give me the creepies"?

-Quietly. -Mmm.

That him?

Anson croy?

Shove off! How'd he get in here?

-Police officers. Let's go. -Go where?

Downtown. We wanna talk with you.

-You'll have to drag me. -I'll drag you.

Hey.

All right! Now everybody's gonna go. Come on. Let's move.

I don't want a lawyer.

I don't need a lawyer.

And I'll tell you something. Murder, killing...

It's not my style.

I believe in purified race, in purified blood,

but I don't have to shed any to prove my point.

Time will prove my point.

At approximately 1:00 this afternoon, what were you doing?

I was in my room, reading.

-Reading what? -The constitution.

What's it to you what I read?

Your pals down the hall. They were at the university, right?

- I don't know where they were. - Hassling all the kids.

I'm not their keeper. I don't know where they were.

-You own a rifle? -No. I have a revolver.

And it's registered. But I don't have a rifle.

And at approximately 1:00 this afternoon,

you're doing nothing more than a little harmless reading, right?

-That's right. -You got any witnesses?

If only books could talk.

Let me tell you something.

Don't get cute with me, okay?

Look! If it's murder you're trying to accuse me of,

okay, I did it!

In my conscience, in my soul.

Look, I got rights the same as you, see? Same as you.

And one of them's to take a polygraph, correct?

And that test is gonna show you crud that I'm tellin' the truth.

I want that test now!

-Did he cop out? -No, he showed truthful.

-May I help you? -Reed. Ralph Reed.

Yes, chapel one. Right this way, please.

Thank you.

Hello, marnie. I'm very sorry.

Aren't you going to kneel and pray for him?

Don't you pray, you godless tramp?

I pray in my own way.

Then, uh, pray for forgiveness, Cora.

Pray to be absolved of my husband's murder,

because he wouldn't be dead, lying in there...

In that suit and tie he hated wearing, if it weren't for you.

-You know that. -Yes.

-Who are you? -I'm sergeant Anderson.

You're protecting her?

-Yes, I am. -Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

She gets herself sweetly protected.

She lured my husband up to that roof.

I'm not sure about that.

Oh, she lures men to shame, to death.

Did she tell you about the time she spent with my husband?

It seems that was before you were married.

How about Neil armitage, her sacred, her beloved professor?

Did she tell you about the affair she had with him

when she was his darling student?

Even though he was married. Get out!

Take her with you. I don't want her near him.

Take her out of here!

- I'm sorry about what she said. - Please don't be!

I didn't expect anything else.

[Door opens]

Here we go.

So I'll, uh, see you tonight at the auditorium.

Oh, by the way, Frances won't be there.

Oh. Is she afraid to come?

Well, yeah. I guess a lot of people are.

I can understand that.

Okay, I'll see you tonight.

-Take care. -Okay. See you later.

Well, how was the seminar?

All right. It was all right.

It was very interesting.

Really?

Oh, you didn't make a convert out of me.

My big revolution's gonna come

if my landlord raises my rent again.

[Clattering]

[Screams]

Get outta here!

All right, hold it!

Joe, you wanna get that?

Yeah. I'll get it.

Easy now.

Easy.

All right.

It's a toy, man. It shoots caps.

Same here, man.

Bill: What's your name?

Name's Harold. But m-most people call me Harry.

I like... I like to play cowboy.

Harry? You all right, Harry?

Yeah, daddy. Oh, yeah.

We ready to go home?

In just a little while, Harry.

-You the police? -Yeah, that's right.

I'm sorry about this.

He's a good boy. A lonely boy.

I'm a gardener here, and I bring him to work with me

once in a while.

And I'll always tell him no trouble, you understand?

Well, let me tell you something. This boy could've been killed.

I'm awfully sorry.

We'll do better.

Come on. Let's go home.

-Can I get you something? -No, thank you.

A poor, retarded soul on the roof with a toy rifle.

We've got nothing on Michaels and his troops.

Croy and his goose-steppers are as pure as the driven slush.

Yeah, well, you don't think any of them sent those warnings,

-do you, bill? -I don't know.

All I know is that somebody knew she'd be at the Gregory house.

-Yeah, but not on the roof. -True.

Maybe they were casing the window.

Pepper: Bill, what you just said...

I mean, it may be silly, but that cabdriver...

What cabdriver?

When she was saying good-bye to armitage at the airport,

the cabbie was standing there.

I mean, I heard her say, "I'll be at the Gregory house."

Maybe he heard her.

Do you remember what he looked like?

Oh, he was kind of tall, uh, heavyset, white, 50, 51.

Like about three million other guys?

Yeah.

-Company cab? -No, city.

I do remember it was a city cab.

- You guys wanna check into that? - Absolutely.

I'm going over to the campus, check out the auditorium.

Why don't you take her home?

See if you can talk her out of this thing tonight.

I can't, bill.

How are you two getting along?

Haven't you noticed? She hates cops.

Good. We're in time for the news.

I don't know about you, but I'm starved.

Do you want to split a sandwich?

Cora: No, thank you.

You could eat something.

How about some cheese and crackers?

-No, no. I'm just not hungry. Reporter: The mayor's office

announced today...

But I would like a shower, if that's okay.

Sure.

-Sergeant? -Yeah?

Never mind.

Hey, raynor, do mine up good this time.

-Capisce? -What do you mean, lombardi?

"What do you mean, lombardi?" I mean no streaks this time.

No streaks. My windshield looks like

I been through the okefenokee swamp.

Ah, come on, lombardi.

[Tire screeching]

Oh, good morning.

Hi.

You fellas lookin' for a job?

Hey, I'm on welfare. I don't work.

You don't hire ex-cons, do you?

- Where's the manager? - The manager? Right back there.

Go ahead. Okay. Hey, don't let him con you about tips, huh?

Heavyset, 50s. Sounds like half the guys I got workin' for me.

Yeah, well, look. Do your men keep ledgers?

Yeah. I mean, for the fares they record.

Well, we're interested in a cabbie

who picked up a fare at the airport yesterday about 11:00.

A professor. Probably dropped him off at Landon university.

Okay, let's see. This might take some time.

That's what we don't have, time.

I want six men working the exterior of the auditorium

and 10 men on the inside.

Also, Fred, there's a basement door to the orchestra pit.

Slap a padlock on it

and have a man check it just before the speech.

Right. You been up on the roof of that building?

No, not yet.

I could pick off our subject with a slingshot from up there.

Yeah, but how would you get down?

-How would I get down? -Uh.

I would, uh, jump to the roof of the next building.

Or I would shimmy down a drainpipe.

And the cops would be shooting at you from down there.

So i'd, uh... I don't know.

No, I think I'd still shimmy down the drainpipe,

crawl into one of the Johns

and try to make it out from the inside.

Uh-uh. You know the heat would be all over the building.

Yeah, but I'm the kind of killer who thinks

that the heat are stupid.

So, what do you want?

I want a man on the roof and a man in the John.

-For two hours? -You're right.

So give him a yo-yo to play with.

-Here it is. -What do you got?

Driver named Maddox. Lou Maddox.

Picked up a fare at the airport. Dropped him off at Landon.

Four dollars and 50 cents. I don't cut in on their tips.

Well, that's very nice of you. Where's Maddox now?

Well, he works nights and mornings.

He's off now. Home, probably.

Oh, are you from the phone company?

No, we're from the police department. May we come in?

Oh, who's done what to who now?

Lou Maddox... he a tenant of yours?

The best kind. I never see him.

He done somethin'?

No, no. We just want to talk with him.

Well, he's not here right now.

Do you know where we might be able to find him?

You know, I had some trouble here once,

and I phoned for a cop.

Just one cop.

It took him 35 minutes to get here.

You should've seen him walk in, takin' his own sweet time.

Now two of you show up askin' questions...

About a fine gentleman that wouldn't hurt a fly.

Well, do you know where we might be able to

find that fine gentleman?

He's eatin'. This is his time to eat. Then he plays cards.

And where might that be?

Over at blanca's.

He goes all the way over to blanca's to eat?

You know anybody else that makes such a good hero sandwich?

A nice man. Sometimes he brings one back for me.

Well, if it were me, I would bring you a nice bowl of fruit.

Thank you.

Good night.

It's almost time to go.

Bill oughta be along any second.

-I like your outfit. -Thank you.

I like your apartment, very much.

Oh, it's a little bourgeois, but it's home.

[Laughs]

I'm used to that kind of joke, you know.

It wasn't a very good one.

Not bad.

Well, tomorrow about this time, you'll be on your way to Japan.

Now, that's exciting. That's a place I'd like to go sometime.

It's exciting, yes, mm-hmm. But I'd rather stay home.

Then why don't you?

I have no home.

Beliefs are one thing.

But where you park your suitcase, that's another thing.

Figuratively, I have no home.

I mean, my ideas are restless.

They cry in the wind, kind of, and the wind drags them

and me all over the place.

I'm not complaining, mind you.

It's just that I have something to say, you understand...

Something I feel I was born to, raised to say,

that I can at least say.

Wherever the wind and the mood and the circumstance take me.

Sergeant,

there's something I started to say to you a while ago.

Mm-hmm.

Never mind.

I'll bet I can guess what it was.

You wanted to, uh, thank me

for defending you with boomer's wife.

About your thing with boomer and professor armitage.

That's right.

Those matters are private,

and the reasons for them are yours.

Thank you.

Now, you wanna know about my fare yesterday.

- Professor, right? - What we wanna know about is...

Do you remember the black woman he was talking to

just before he got into your cab?

-Cora Sanders? -Cora Sanders.

He didn't say nothin' about her.

But he didn't have to,

'cause I recognized her from the newspaper. Why?

Well, did she mention anything about the Gregory house?

How'd you know?

Did you pass that information on to your next fare, maybe?

Mmm, there was no next... there was no next fare.

I clocked in after I deposited him.

Then I went straight back to the garage,

then home and then here.

Hey, look, uh, you live in a rooming house, right?

-Yeah. -Did you tell anybody there?

-Nah. -All right, what about here?

-Tell anybody? -No.

Are you sure about that?

The garage... I might have mentioned it to raynor.

-Who's that? -A kid that works for us.

He sweeps, hoses down the cabs. Nice kid.

Yeah, I can dig that. Uh, what did you say to him?

Well, you know, whenever I pull in, he says... he says to me,

"what big movie star did you see today?"

You know, what celebrities, what diplomats.

He wants to know if I brought him an autograph.

I mean, he digs that stuff, you know.

Or he'll say, "hey, you know,

Raquel Welch just flew in from New York.

Did you see her when you dropped that fare off at the airport?"

You know, a couple of times I said, "yeah."

And he got a real big kick out of it

when I gave him Faye dunaway's autograph.

[Doorbell rings]

Who is it?

Bill: It's me, pep.

Hi.

Convoy ready to roll, miss Sanders.

Thank you. Anything from Pete and Joe yet?

-No, not yet. -I'm ready, sergeant.

Good. Let's go, huh?

Sergeant.

Joe: That's a heck of a monologue.

Now all we wanna know about is yesterday. Cora Sanders?

Ring a bell?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, raynor wanted to know who I saw out at the airport.

So I told him I saw her, 'cause, after all, she's a celebrity.

I mean, she's in the papers and on the TV news.

Then you did mention the Gregory house, right?

Well, he wanted to know what they were talkin' about,

so I told him.

-Bad crowd. -Yeah.

-They start yet? -Yeah.

-Excuse me. -That's all right.

Niel: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we're going to hear

from an old friend, of many, and a new friend,

I trust, of many more.

A poor girl, a black girl, a brilliant girl,

one that I had the pleasure of teaching for a while...

And with whom I've had many disagreements,

but never, never with any loss of respect.

As a matter of fact, my admiration for her

only continues to grow.

Students, faculty, friends,

Cora Sanders.

[Applause]

Cora: Comrades!

Comrades.

Say, can you all hear me without this microphone?

Yeah!

Comrades that are, comrades that will be,

I am very happy to be with

my brothers and sisters here tonight.

[Phone rings]

-Yes? -Hello?

- Is sergeant bill crowley handy? - Sergeant crowley?

-Yeah. Crowley. -Yeah, bill?

His name is raynor, Caucasian, 160 pounds,

24 years old, blond long hair,

and usually wears a red windbreaker.

Okay, Joe.

Cora: And sometimes my grandmother would read to us

from writings that grandmothers don't

normally read to children from.

She used to say, "you gotta know about it all."

I remember this from the song of Solomon.

"Many waters cannot quench love.

Neither can the floods drown it."

And these words have stayed with me because I love.

I love my people.

I love and grieve for all of the oppressed

brothers and sisters in this world of ours.

And no flood of criticism, of ridicule, of hatred,

of ignorance, fear, shall drown that love.

Because it's all I have to give. It's all I have to give.

Now, one of the earliest loves...

You know, it seems strange, because

I was a poor girl on a farm,

and we were very poor and black and therefore hopeless...

But one of my earliest loves was a man named Marx.

Not one of the funny brothers you see in the movies.

This brother was a genius of another kind.

He was a very important man. His name was Karl Marx.

It seems strange because, you know,

until I came across his writings,

I'd never heard of him; His name meant nothing to me.

But I'd like to read you something from h.G. Wells.

And I quote. He says...

"When I was a boy of 14, I was a complete marxist,

long before I had ever heard of him.

I had been cut off from education,

caught in a detestable shop, and I was being broken into

a life of mean and dreary toil.

I was worked too hard and for such long hours

that all thoughts of self-improvement

seemed hopeless.

I would have set fire to..."

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

Freeze! Hold it!

Pepper!

Pepper.

P.A.: Dr. Curtis, Dr. Curtis, please call 104 west. Dr. Curtis.

-How's she doin', bill? -She's okay.

I'll tell you. That doctor would be in a lot of trouble

if she wasn't.

They tell me the creep that shot her is doing okay too.

They're holding him under psychiatric observation.

Just a psycho. My, my, my.

Yeah. He stole that uniform he had on.

He said he had to get you because

a lot of people wanted you out of the way,

but he was the only one who'd do anything about it.

It's a sick mind.

Yeah, we got a lot of 'em around.

Can I go and see her now?

Yeah. She's expecting you. Go ahead.

-Hi. -Hi.

How are you? How do you feel?

My pride hurts.

Well, I just wanted to say thank you and good-bye.

Good luck to you, Cora.

Thank you.

Even though something tells me you don't mean that.

I do.

In my own way, I do.

As you said, you pray in your own way.

I guess what it all boils down to is...

You have to do your thing, and I gotta do mine.

Thank you, sergeant. Good-bye.

Good-bye.