All language subtitles for Bamboozled (Spike Lee) (english)

Satire, one A.

A literary work
in which human vice or folly...

is ridiculed
or attacked scornfully.

B--The branch of literature
that composes such work.

2--lrony,
derision or caustic wit...

used to attack or expose
folly, vice, or stupidity.

Bonjour.
My name is Pierre Delacroix.

I am a television writer.
A creative person.

I'm one of those people
responsible for what you view...

on your idiot box.

The problem is,
not enough of you...

have been watching out there
in television land.

With the onslaught
of the internet, video...

and interactive games,
900 channels to choose from...

our valued audience
has dramatically eroded.

To put it
in much simpler terms...

Iike rats fleeing
from a sinking ship.

People are tuning out
by the millions...

which, needless to say,
is bad for business.

Let's get it.

If you don't dance,
we don't eat.

You slow, we blow.
You snooze, we lose.

Come on, get up.

Seriously, son, get up.

He went to Juilliard,
School of the Arts.

I gave him his first break.
He's my partner.

Don't hurt 'em.

Let me shine 'em up.

Wind it up, baby.

What? Now, before you go...

don't forget to give us
that cheese.

That m-o-n-e...Why?
Because we broke. What's up?

Thank you very much.
Bless you.

Thank you, thank you.

Hey, Sling blade,
what's happening? Thank you.

There you go.

Bless you from the bottom
of your heart, baby.

Big Dela!

It's the Dela man!

There you go with the suits.
I like that.

Good morning, Womack.

Looks like you going
to an exorcism, man.

I like the suit, though.
It's pretty nice.

Thank you.

Why don't you help me
and Manray out, man?

We're trying to get some work.
You work for the network.

I'll work on something.

Sloan says you're too talented
to be dancing in the street.

Word? Why don't you
tell Sloan to come see me?

I'll do that.
Good day, gentlemen.

"I'll do that."
He a damn magician?

You work for one of the biggest
networks in the country!

Somebody put a 10 up in here.
Check it.

Here we go.
One for you, three for me.

You the feet, I'm the brains.
Told you, boy.

Yeah, baby.

You have a grand day.

Good morning, Steve.

Hello, Margaret.

Bartholomew.

Kip!

Hey, Jarma.

...18 to 49-year-old audience.

Do you understand?
It's pretty--

Monsieur Delacroix.

-Hello.
-Good morning.

This very important
staff meeting...

commenced exactly
32 minutes ago.

My apologies around the room
for my tardiness.

Do you have any idea
how much information...

can be dispensed
in one minute alone?

Sir, had I been informed
of this important meeting...

I would have canceled
my Pilates session this morning.

I did not find out about it--

You're telling me
that everyone in the room...

knew about this little
get-together except for you.

People, you can pull a Rodman
like our friend Delacroix...

but I guarantee you'll be sent
packing just like him.

These are the ratings, people.
Read 'em and weep.

As you can plainly see...

the Continental Network System
is languishing.

Look at 'em, people.
Look very closely.

We are booty, caca.
We are doo-doo.

I don't like to be
the laughingstock...

of the entire broadcast
industry.

I don't like these pricks
who call themselves my bosses...

breathing down my back.

It makes me sweat.

These numbers
are totally unacceptable.

These numbers have to go up.

Question.

What do you want us to do?

Dumb-ass question.

I want you to write
some material that is funny.

Your material is about
as funny as a dead baby.

It's not dope. It's not new.
It's not sexy.

It sucks.

Thank you, Fish. It sucks.

This meeting is over.

But I want you to think
about what I just said...

and how you can deliver.

Otherwise, things are
gonna get very grim around here.

Monsieur Delacroix.

Can I see you
in my office now, please?

Yes.

Seeing that you're
all stretched out and shit.

Sloan, why didn't I know
about this important meeting?

Nobody sent me an e-mail.
I didn't have a memo.

What good are you if
I don't know about these things?

Well, it wasn't my fault.

I was embarrassed.
Hey, Chuckie.

Humiliated.

But if I don't know,
how are you gonna know?

That's unacceptable.
It better never happen again.

Do you know what CP Time is?

CP Time.

CP Time is
Colored People's Time...

the stereotypical belief
that Negroes are always late...

that Negroes
have no sense of time...

except when it comes
to music or dance...

then you can set
your watch to them.

I'm sorry about my blowup.

It's OK. I understand.

Listen, let's sit down.

I know you're the most creative
person I've got on staff.

I mean, you're hip,
you know what's happening.

I've got a bunch of pasty-ass
white boys and girls...

writing for me,
you know what I mean?

I grew up around black people
my whole life.

If the truth be told, I probably
know niggers better than you.

Don't go getting offended
by my use of the N-word.

I have a black wife
and two biracial kids...

so I feel I have a right.

I don't give a goddamn
what that prick Spike Lee says.

Tarantino was right.
"Nigger" is just a word.

If Old Dirty Bastard can use it,
why can't l?

I would prefer if you did not
use that word in my presence.

Oh, really?

Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger.

Whitey, whitey, whitey, whitey!

The material you've been writing
is too white-bread.

It's white people
with black faces.

The Huxtables, Cosby--
a genius, revolutionary.

Theo, Lisa Bonet--dope.

But we can't go down
that road again.

I disagree.

The Negro middle class
does exist...

and it's fertile ground for
a dramatic series or a sitcom.

Look at this stuff
I'm having to read.

A black family moves into
a white suburban enclave.

This is shit.

A black girl is adopted
by some chink American family?

They were Polynesian.

A black headmaster is hired...

at some old-money, crusty,
Eastern boarding school.

Garbage. It's too clean,
it's too antiseptic.

-It's too--
-White.

Delacroix, wake up, brother man.

The reason why these shows
didn't get picked up...

is because nobody,
no-motherfuckin'-body...

niggers and crackers alike,
wants to see that junk.

People want to be entertained.

It didn't get picked up
because no one gave it a chance.

Oh, really?
No one gave them a chance?

You got your head
stuck so far up your ass...

with your Harvard education
and pretentious Buppy ways.

Brother man,
I'm blacker than you.

I'm keeping it real.
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it.

I got the roll.

You're just frontin'
tryin' to be white.

I'm an Aryan. A sellout.

Because I don't aspire to do
"Homeboys from Outer Space"...

"The Secret Diary
of Desmond Pfeiffer"...

or, as you may put it,
some nigger show?

-ls that what you think?
-Yes, exactly.

You and I know black people
set the trends and styles.

This is a golden opportunity
for CNS...

but these idiots
have to be led to the water.

We could do this together.

I want a show
that will make headlines.

I want millions and millions
of viewers tuned and glued...

to their fucking televisions
every week saying,

"Did you see what the fuck
they did on CNS last night?"

I want advertisers sucking
my dick to buy on this show.

And I'll squeeze it out of you
if it kills you.

Peep this. I'll give you
a thousand dollars...

if you can name who the fuck
number 24 is right there.

You think I don't know?

Who is it?

That would be...

Yeah. Who is it?

I'll tell you like this...

One day soon, man...

I'm trying to live
in a phat crib...

bills paid for...

get a ride,
throw some rims on there...

with a system.

Throw up some platinum
on the body...

you know what I'm saying?
Shiny.

Ready to get some
jewelry already, huh?

That's the first thing
we do, son.

Get jewelry,
we'll get some Hillnigger...

and we get a ride.
Throw some rims up there.

Got to have some patience, man.

I'm the brain of this outfit.

And I'm the feet.

Manny, I can't
just snap my fingers...

and presto-chango,
you're an overnight sensation.

Son, it don't work like that.

What the fuck you think I am,
Houdini?

I'm just tired of waitin', man.

Feed...

the...

idiot box.

Feed the idiot box.

Idiot, feed the idiot box.

Hi.

We're backstage
at the theater.

This is where we tape
"The Chris Rock Show."

Ah, my first writing staff.

They really wanted to get
to know the black experience.

So I fired 'em.

I was never good
at performing under the gun.

Well, this wasn't a gun.

It was a bazooka pressed
point blank against my temple.

Anytime Pierre's in a jam,
I get the call.

I could always count on
my lamb--Sloan Hopkins.

Get up. Get up.

Yo, come on, come on.

Come on, come on!

Come on!

Please evacuate.

All of you are illegal residents
of this condemned building.

Leave immediately by order
of the mayor of New York City...

Rudolph Guiliani.

-Eureka!
-Oh, my God.

Please evacuate.

All of you are illegal residents
of this condemned building.

Leave immediately by order
of the mayor of New York City...

Rudolph Guiliani.

Manray!

I can't believe Manray was
under our noses the entire time.

I know.
Do you know how you use him?

Dunwitty wants a coon show...

so that's what
I intend to give him.

The show will be so negative,
so offensive and racist.

Hence, I will prove my point.

Which is what?

The point being
that him, the network...

does not want to see
Negroes on television...

unless they are buffoons.

They definitely do not want
to see dignified black people.

I mean, they proved that
by canceling your show...

"Brown Nose Jones,"
which was briliant!

After 13 episodes,
they canceled it.

They put it against "Seinfeld."
It didn't have a chance!

I don't know, Pierre.
I really don't.

It still sounds very risky.

You are not getting cold feet?

No. I'm down with you.

Good. I'm going to need
your undying support, lamb.

Have you ever thought
about just quitting?

Quitters quit.

Besides, I'll get sued.
I have a contract.

The only way I get out of that
is if I get fired...

and that is what I intend to do.

You've seen my place
down at the clock tower.

I've got a mortgage.

All right, well,
I've got some work to do...

so I will see you later.

And you have a conference call.
Don't forget.

2:00, yes.

Look, I know what I'm doing.
Follow me.

Good morning, fellas.

We're looking
for a Mr. Delapoint.

There's no one here
by that name.

Delapot, Delapoint,
Dela-something.

De La Soul's not here, either.
Step outside.

-Come on, Delacox.
-Off the premises.

You know this guy.
We asking you a question.

You can wash your ass
and brush your teeth.

Whoa, whoa!

Please. Hi, guys. Listen.

These are associates
of Mr. Delacroix.

So you know them?

Yes, I do.
I know them very well.

You need an escort?

No, I got it. Thank you.

Fellas, thank you.

Sorry. We thought
they were from the street.

You were just doing your job.

Don't worry about a thing.
Thank you.

Come on, inside.

Hello. Wait a minute.

Amos want to talk, too.

All right.

Good-bye, sweet dumplin'.

The boy with
the egg-shaped head.

I mean, wait a minute.

Hello, honey.

Enter!

Pierre. Look who I found.

Eureka!
I am so happy to see you cats.

What's up, dude?

Hey, what's up?

You'd take no offense
if we call you Dela for short?

None taken at all,
my friend.

I have a concept
for a television pilot.

Now, there's no guarantee
it will ever get made...

but it is an opportunity for
you gentlemen to make some cash.

How much?

First things first, my friend.

I need to know that
we are in sync creatively...

and that Manray is up for this.

Sure. What I got to do?

You simply do what it is you do.

And what you do best.

Cool. Where do I sign?

Whoa. "Where do I sign?"

What kind of show is this?

-Different.
-How different?

Impactful, cutting edge...

and it will incorporate both
of your very unique talents.

Yes, and it's
a hell of a lot better...

than tap-dancing
in the street for pennies.

Trust us.

I still have to pitch this
to my superiors...

but either way,
we should know something soon.

It sounds good to me.

As long as I get to hoof,
we'll be getting some loot...

Good, yo.

Because we're trying
to get some income coming in.

Money makes the wheels turn,
my friend.

What about the meantime,
in-between time?

I mean, you know, like...

You're talking an advance.
That's done.

OK.

Now, there is one
other slight thing.

I would like for you
to change your name...

if you don't mind.

Change my name to what?

To what?

Mantan.

All right. Mantan.
It's cool.

Like I told you,
as long as I'm hoofin'...

and gettin' some loot,
I'm good, man.

One thing.
Can I get some new kicks?

And some new tap shoes?

Yes, you could use those.
Sloan, new shoes.

OK, new shoes.

Let me get the whole
Hillnigger hookup, huh?

Some Hillnigger jeans?

Definitely Mos Def.

Some sweaters.

Definitely some sweaters,
nothing fancy.

Some cashmere, wool,
something like that.

Cashmere, wool.

Some underwear.

Toothpaste. Toothbrush.
Deodorant.

We have deodorant.

We might be able
to use some more, though.

I think I have this
under control.

Yes. OK.

No. I understand completely.

Yes, OK. Thank you, bye-bye.

I've never had
a real pair before.

Really? Wow.

You never had any formal
training, either, have you?

Not really.

I picked up some steps
from older cats. Slyde, Chaney.

But, you know,
most of the stuff, yeah.

What's up with you and Dela?

What do you mean,
"What's up with me and Pierre?"

Y'all together?

Y'all knocking boots?

Knocking boots?
I don't think so.

Never?

Never. Like I said...

I was at NYU,
I got an internship.

Pierre was very impressed
with my get-up-and-go...

so he kept me as his assistant.

I'm sure that was the only thing
he was impressed with.

Yes.

-You look beautiful like that.
-Thank you.

Little sister.

What are you doing here?

I need bail money.

-Again?
-Again.

What's going on?
How you feeling?

I'm doing good.

It's good to see
your little sister...

working hard for the man
on the plantation.

Enough of the family reunion
in the middle of the street.

Julius, what can I do for you?

Damn it, Sloan.

Damn, man,
you can't keep doing that.

It's not fresh.
No, I'm serious.

It's not cute no more.

You keep calling me by
the slave name our government--

It's just disrespectful, man.

I hope you don't think
I'll call you Big Black African.

I do hope that.

I would expect you call me
whatever name I chose.

I'm not doing that.

Mommy and Daddy
named you Julius...

so that's what
I'm gonna call you.

It ain't like it's disrespect
for Mommy and Daddy.

It's about I got a name
that I chose for my soul.

They named Muhammad Ali
Cassius Clay.

You don't call him Cassius Clay.
It's a dis.

You don't call El-Hajj Malik
Shabazz--Detroit Red.

You don't call him
Malcolm Little. It's Malcolm X.

You show respect.
Same thing with me, Sloan.

It's easy.
I was born with one name...

but I chose for myself
my own identity.

Big Black Af.
Big Black Africa.

It's real simple.

It ain't like
I named myself...In Fufu.

You want me to hook up
you and the Mau Maus?

Why would I hook up
some black, red, green...

flag-waving
pseudo-revolutionaries?

First, you done messed up
the colors first.

What's the colors?

Damn,
it's red, black, and green.

White people know
it's red, black, and green.

And secondly,
why are we pseudo?

If we was talking about some ice
and fuckin' Cristal...

and pushin' Bentleys
and fuckin' pop mogul...

then we would be the fly shit?

You like that shit.
Bling blinging.

Who or what
are you revolting against?

What are you talking about
in all them songs?

Mau Mau songs?

Yeah, in the songs.

Shit. We talking about
fuckin' revolution.

We talkin' about
people gettin' free...

the fuckin' America.

USA, KKK, all that shit.

This is the shit
we're revolting against.

People's hearts
is all fucked up.

People is stupid in their mind.

Please stop.

Golly day, you sound stupid.
Retarded.

I sound retarded, right?

But fuckin' Master...

That motherfucker
is a fuckin' millionaire...

gruntin' on records.
That shit is crazy.

If I had some platinum drawers,
I'd be the nigger, right?

Know what you should just do?
Just introduce me.

Word, him.
You should just let me meet him.

Why in the world would he write
a show about the Mau Maus?

Shit.

You know how many fucking--

Aw, man.
The fuckin' Monkees had a show.

The Partridge Family.

Shit, if them motherfuckers
could have a show--

They had demographics.
You don't.

The Mau Maus?

I'm telling you we got
a underground following.

It ain't big,
but it's some small shit...

that y'all could expand on
and help blow that shit up.

Let me put it to you like this.

If I ever decide to do
Brooklyn public television...

I'll call you, but until then...

I am not taking
you to my new job...

where I am on the rise...

and have you and your crew
blow up my spot.

How is that
blowin' up your shit?

Y'all are embarrassing. Period.

We're embarrassing?

Y'all ignorant. Y'all ign'ant.

Aw-ight, granted...

I got a few niggers in my crew
got problems...

Hard Black, he--
Niggers ain't perfect.

You talkin' a hole in my head.

I got stuff to do.
Let's wrap it up.

That's fucked up, man.
It's embarrasin'.

Black folks been doin'
that shit to each other...

for the last
400 fucking years, man.

This is like some house-nigger
shit when you say that.

Wait a minute.

Don't go there.
That ain't what I said.

Hold up.

Julius, are you calling
your sister a house nigger?

Sloan, that ain't what I said.

I don't even know
why you tryin' to go there.

Why don't you take
your field-nigger ass...

up out my house-nigger house?

You was just waitin'
to throw me out anyway.

All right, Martin.
Just let me get some water.

OK, get your water,
and then you...OK

Dela, my man, I'm glad
you got your mind right.

Well, it's right, tight,
and ready to delight.

I'm with this.

Mr. Dunwitty, please sit back...

and allow me
to paint a picture.

I'm all ears,
and my nose is a close second.

Now, I have been doing
a lot of soul-searching.

And, once again, you're right.

My previous work has been
all surface, superficial.

It's a thing of the past.

I've never really dug deep
into my pain as a Negro.

Hey, those things are
hard to look at sometimes.

Yes, yes, yes.

And as Mark Twain
so fully understood...

satire is the way...

if we are ever to live
side by side...

in peace and harmony.

So, my show
that I am pitching...

is about
promoting racial healing.

Healing is great.
I like this. Give me more.

Now, I know you are
familiar with minstrel shows.

They came about in the 1840s.

It was a variety show
in which the talent...

was singing, dancing,
telling jokes, doing skits...

Iike "ln Living Color."

Right, that was dope.

I ask you,
when was the last time...

there was a great variety show
on the air? Carol Burnett?

Carol was the bomb, yo.

"Hee Haw?" "Kenan and Kel?"

Yo, that's
the stupidest shit on TV.

So I say
let's take this form...

this very American tradition
of entertainment...

into the 21st century,
the new millennium.

What's the name of this show?
We need something to sell.

"Mantan: The New Millennium
Minstrel Show!"

"Mantan: The New Millennium..."

I really, really like this.
I'm gettin' a boner.

The Swanson Johnson
is getting hard.

You know what I'm saying?
I'm feelin' this shit.

I like this.
No, give me more.

It's gonna take a lot
of courage and backbone...

on the part of CNS
to get this thing on the air.

Don't worry about that.
That's my job.

You just be the creative genius
you've proven you are.

Now, who are we gonna
get to star in the show?

Because we need a star
to carry the show.

I mean, Whoopi--
can she sing and dance anymore?

Can she get jiggy?

Ms. Goldberg is the wrong way
to go with this thing.

-Fuck her.
-We want fresh faces.

New talent.

Young blood.

Sloan, enter!

-Hello, Sloan.
-Hi.

Gentlemen,
please, have a seat.

How you doin', guys?

Are these my two little stars
sitting in front of me? Mantan?

That's me.
I always wanted to be on TV.

Now's your shot, kid.

And that is Sleep'n Eat.

-What's the name?
-Sleep and Eat.

Sleep and motherfuckin' Eat.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Mantan, Sleep'n Eat.
Two real coons.

Keeping it real, baby.

I know that this is out there,
but it is satire.

No, I want you
to take it out there.

Let's swing for the bleachers
on this one.

Every week, we follow
the trials and tribulations...

of Mantan, Sleep'n Eat--

two real coons, the Dusty Duo!

What are their character traits?

Ignorant.

Dull-witted.

Lazy. And unlucky!

Exactly.
Exactly what I'm lookin' for.

Mantan here
is the uneducated Negro...

but with educated feets...

who by some stroke
of unbelievable stupidity...

always makes his best-laid plans
go haywire.

Sleep'n Eat
is his comical sidekick?

Yes. Who sings like Sammy.

He can sing, too?
This is gonna be big.

This could be bigger than
"Friends," "Ally McBeal"...

even my boys "Amos 'n' Andy."

Protests finally got
"Amos 'n' Andy" off the air...

and that could very well happen
to a program like this one.

Let 'em try.

Black folks will be outraged.

So what? We'll just give
the NAACP a little donation.

I've dealt with those guys
before. Big deal.

Where I come from, there's
no such thing as bad publicity.

This is not about the NAACP.

The content of the show is...

It's just politically incorrect.

Who wants to be P.C.
these days anyway?

A couple of minutes,
you'll go singing and dancing...

shucking and jiving,
good fun home entertainment.

Exactly.

Let me ask you,
who are the other characters?

You got characters developed?
It can't just be these two.

We have
three-dimensional characters.

How about Honeycutt?

Topsy? Rastus?

Little Nigger Jim?

And Sambo?

And I would be remiss
to not mention Aunt Jemima.

Aunt Jemima's
gonna rock the doo-rag, right?

This is gonna be crazy shit.

We're gonna hit 'em with
the bomb-diggity on this one.

Now, what's the setting?

The projects.

No. That's your first bad move.

That's the problem
with everything today.

TVs, movies, hip-hop
all takes place in the hood...

and everybody wants to bust
a cap in a motherfucker.

That's not
what we're gonna do here.

No gold teeth,
none of that shit.

Check this out.

"Mantan's New Millennium
"Minstrel Show"...

takes place on a plantation.

Check this out.

Every week, these two
Alabama porch monkeys...

they're gonna make us laugh,
make us cry...

they'll make us
feel good to be Americans.

You know what?

The Alabama porch monkey
plantation shit is wrong.

OK, let's cut it.

It should be
a watermelon patch.

What?!

I like watermelon.
It's good for you, too.

Have you lost your mind?

Do you know
how much mail we will get?

Exactly! There will be nothing
else like it on television!

Now, let me ask you
a question, Mantan.

How do you feel about performing
just a little blackface?

Whoa. In what?

It's makeup.
It'll lend authenticity.

It's cool, man.
I'm black, right?

As long as the hoofin' is real.

Motherfucker, you light-skinned.
You gonna listen--

Sleep'n Eat,
you're just keeping it real.

My name is Womack.

You want to show me
a little something-something?

Can I test out the waters here?

-Yes, you may.
-This is bizarre.

Delacroix, my motherfucker,
you dug deep.

You dug deeper than deep,
my man.

To my loins.

That's what I'm saying.

-Here, take my seat.
-Cool.

How you want it? Raw?

Flash? You want rhythm?

I want it raw dawg
without a bag, baby.

Let me see you do your thing.

I mean, keep it real.
Just keep it real.

Bust a move. Hop on up there.

Raw dawg without a bag.

Be careful, man.

This kid is off the hook!

This kid is off the hinges, yo!

That's what I'm talking about!

Mantan!
Yo, we're gonna get paid!

I'm about to go
run upstairs with this.

If CNS doesn't have the balls,
somebody else will.

My beautiful black princess.

Delacroix!

Yes, go do your little dirt.

We in!

Well...

I think he bought it.

This is some bullshit.

The name of this shit
right here...

What's that, dawg?

"Black is Black."

It's hot.

Now, that's some thinking.

That's some shit
right there, dawg.

Y'all like that shit?

The name of the album
is "The Black Album."

You know what I'm sayin'?

That's the motherfuckin' way.

"Black is Black"
on the fuckin' "Black Album."

Yo, but for real, though,
we ain't never conformed...

to none of
the white man's rules.

Fuck them motherfuckers.

Know what I'm saying?

Later for that
old slave owner Webster.

So I'm sayin', Big Black,
you know what I mean?

I respectively submit,
you know what I'm saying?

That we from here on,
henceforth and whatnot...

should spell "Black" B-l-a-k...

not b-l-a-c-k,
you know what I'm sayin'?

Respectfully now.

I'm feeling that.

That's why you got to keep
the wisdoms around, man.

B-l-a-k, man.
Blak the opposite of white, man.

Like a member
of the African community.

'Cause you know
how them gray people...

been tryin' to trick us
with they slickery?

Because of they trickery.

Peep the connotations of that.

It's, like, Blak...

Angry

Dark

Sullen

Depressed

Wicked

Blackball

Blacklisted

Black cat is bad luck

Bad guys wear black

Must have been a white guy
that started all that

You know what I mean?

Mau Mau Crew!

I don't even know...

why they put the "C"
in there to begin with.

Ain't even fuckin'
pronounced in that shit.

I love all
of y'all niggas, man.

Mau Mau Crew!

To' up!

This is Mantan Moreland.

This is one of his most popular
films--"The Lucky Ghost."

It was from the 1940s.

He was such a clown.

A bit of a buffoon,
but very funny.

That ain't funny.

Now, what is this?

How does he
make his eyes do that?

He was gifted.

Gentlemen, the show,
our show is satirical.

You know what that means?

That means
we are poking fun of this.

Our aim is to destroy
these stereotypes.

I've put together
these two portfolios...

full of pictures and articles...

everything you need to know
about a minstrel show.

Whoa, wait. Wait a minute.

We gonna need
a little more money for this.

Come on. "Ten Little Niggers?"

You get more money.

Mantan in a chicken suit?

Mantan!

Come on, Mantan.

Let's study this material.

Study hard, gentlemen.

You look great
in those Hillnigger jeans.

That motherfucker crazy, man.

The good Reverend
Dr. Martin Luther King...

did not enjoy seeing his people
beaten on the 6:00 news.

However, white America
needed to see that...

in order to move
this country to change.

They need to see this show
for that exact same reason.

I'm gonna trust you know
what you're doing, Pierre.

That's my little lamb.

I'd like to begin
this meeting...

by saying I am a fair person.
A straight shooter.

I do not hold my tongue.

So I must tell you this,
that I had nothing to do...

with any of you being hired.

If I had my druthers...

there'd be at least
one Negro writer in this room...

and that afro does not
qualify you, my Jewish friend.

Having said that, I would like
to open the floor...

to some of your questions
and comments.

Look, I agree with you.

It would be better to have
some African-American writers...

but, for whatever reason,
they're not here.

Maybe they couldn't find
any people with experience.

Or they wouldn't work
for the pay...

or they refused
to work on the show.

Or put their crack pipes down
long enough to apply.

Pierre, I don't know--

Mr. Delacroix.
You don't know...

Mr. Delacroix, I don't know...

and I don't think
anybody here does know...

but what I do know is this
will be a unique experience.

I am a damn good writer
and I'm ready to go to work.

Thank you for rallying
the troops, Peter.

I've always loved the format
of "Rowan & Martin's Laugh-ln."

"Sock it to me."

Or Pigmeat Markham.

"Here come the judge."

We should look back
at those Seventies shows...

which were groundbreaking.

I'm from lowa,
as you all know...

and my first experience
of the black...

people of col--Africa...

is shows like "The Jeffersons."

George and "Weezy!"

Better than "The Jeffersons."
"Good Times."

"Kid Dy-no-mite!"

The whole J.J. thing.

I think--and Delacroix
will agree with me...

that the politics of
this show have to be right.

This show we are doing
is a minstrel show...

which is blackface, tap dancing,
singing sketches.

You're putting
white actors in blackface?

No, my dear.

We are using black actors
with blacker faces.

Don't you think people
will be offended by this?

Yes, that's good.
I want them to be offended.

I want to wake America up.

Even though the material
will be somewhat offensive...

there is definitely
a social message...

that we should focus on...

when writing the material.

We're gonna need some big stars.

No, no, no.
You're gonna have a hard time...

getting a big star
to wear blackface...

because they become invisible.

So, I mean, to ask Denzel...

to put on blackface is foolish.

You been took!

You been hoodwinked.
Bamboozled.

Now, I know that it may be hard
for some of you...

Iiberal-minded good white folks
to write offensive material...

yet I want you
to tap into your white angst.

I want you to go back
to the O.J. Simpson verdict.

I want you to deal
with those emotions.

How did you feel
when the glove didn't fit?

It was ridiculous.
Cochran played the race card.

The man is a murderer.

If it had been a white man...

The mission was accomplished.

All of these people
left the room thinking...

they would have real input.

I was writing this pilot alone,
myself, me, moi.

...after the verdict.

I want you
to put yourself there...

and this is your time to purge
all those feelings.

This is a family show?

A family show that takes place
in a watermelon patch.

What?

We're auditioning
for a house band for the show.

The name of the group
is the Alabama Porch Monkeys.

Do we have a problem,
any concerns with that?

No, sir.

Please, let us hear
some of your funk.

Barefoot and pregnant

Let me take it to the bridge

Here we go

You're barefoot

Barefoot and pregnant

Barefoot and pregnant

She's barefoot and pregnant

This was amazing.

One small ad in "Backstage"...

had Negroes lined up
around the block.

Were people really
this desperate to get work?

Apparently so.

I'll be smackin' them hos

I'll be smackin' my hos

Everyone knows it goes,
kick 'em to the floor

Step on 'em hard,
step on 'em hard

Kick 'em to the floor,
'cause l

I be smackin' my hos

I be smackin' my hos

I be smackin' my hos

-Thank you.
-Next!

Thank you. Thank you.

That was great. Please...

That was great. Fantastic.

Thank you.

What is your background?

I'm a actor. You know, I act.

What is the last thing
I might have seen you in?

I act on my job all the time.

Can you give me
a little performance?

I do all sorts
of kind of things, man.

Whatever you need me to do.

I even do Shakespeare shit.

Do some Shakespeare.

To be or not to be, you know?

That's the motherfuckin'
question.

You know, that is
the motherfuckin' question.

And, well, you know,
like in "Hamlet"...

there's a scene
where this brother was--

Laertes was asking the king...

that he wanted
to go to Paris and shit.

The king asked his daddy,
and his daddy say...

"He hath, my lord, wrung from me
by laboursome petition..."

Was there any more to it,
or that was pretty much...

Basically he was saying
let that motherfucker go.

Let him go, you know.

I was working on this piece,
'cause I was sitting there...

I realize that
when I was looking at it...

Niggas is a beautiful thing.
You know?

Write that down.

And so it came to me.

It just came to me, you know?

Waste away your life and linger

Sittin' at home
watchin' Jerry Springer

You do blackface
and a monkeyshine

And cut a "G" at the same time

'Cause niggas
is a beautiful thang

Niggas is a beautiful thang,
hit me

Niggas is a beautiful thang

Then the audience would be
gettin' in with that.

I'm digging that.
I am so digging that.

"Niggas is a beautiful thing."

I got it here.

Then it get into a gospel thing.

Stand up

If you a nigga

'Cause, you know,
it's about keeping it real.

I'm feeling you.

We are ready if you are ready

Mau Mau 'bout
to set shit off, say

We are ready if you are ready

Mau Mau 'bout
to break shit off, say

We are ready if you are ready

Mau Mau, break it down,
a roll call

-Who are you?
-Hard Blak

Smooth Blak

Mo Blak

Your baby daddy

Double Blak

1/16th

I'm Big Blak,
and I just lay back

Now, who are we?

Mau Mau, M-a-u, M-a-u

Drop inside

Born to roll

Yeah.

It be about fuckin' freedom

Reparation and apology

The Africa to America odyssey

Guerilla-type tactics on it

Socialistic fallacies

It be about the devastation
of thought

To keep a brown man down, sport

The one you keep buying,
that wretched set

You're lucky
I ain't read wretched yet

It's fucked up

It's Big Blak,
Mr. Chairman of the Mau Mau

I hear it well
in all-black surround sound

Barricaded till you
can't move around now

Doin' the super Klan,
it ain't around now

Buried six feet deep
beneath the ground now

Pull out, bow down

Foot lies in the ground now

Shake it down

M-a-u, M-a-u on fire

Black is back

What's black?

Black move to increase
the black cause

What's black?

Shade of the universe

Mau Mau got the time,
born to roll

Hard Blak, born to roll

Mo Blak, born to roll

Mau Mau, born to roll

Back from
the motherfuckin' forest

Born to roll

Born to roll

Aw-ight, cut that off.

Cut that off.

Cut that off, cut that off!

Yo, cut that shit off
before I come up there!

Cut the fuckin' sound off!

Needless to say...

the Mau Maus did not fit
into our plans.

As I told Sloan...

"There's a black sheep
in every family."

-It's frightening.
-lt should be.

I don't want anything
to do with anything black...

for at least a week.

For the love of Mary and Joseph!

I will not be held responsible
for these revisions.

These changes are not the way
I want to go with this show.

This is an outrage,
a sham, a violation...

a debacle, a mockery.

Will you just calm down, please?

In Finland, we get upset--

I don't give a good goddamn
what they do in Finland...

Sweden, Norway,
or wherever the hell...

your young, dumb,
blond white ass is from.

We just punched it up.
Made it funnier.

Funnier to whom?
And at whose expense?

Mr. Dunwitty,
when the Negroes run amok...

and the boycotts commence...

I'm going to personally give
the Reverend Al Sharpton...

your home address.

I seriously doubt
that will ever happen.

I know your people
better than you.

Look at all
the brothers on the wall.

And if Reverend Al "Do" Sharpton
shows up at my door...

I'll invite him in,
and we'll have a sit-down...

and discuss it
like civil human beings.

Really?

Now, can you not interrupt me
while I'm discussing...

the visual style and tone
of the show, please?

What were you saying, Jukka?

How y'all doin'?

Let me hear you!

Thank you! Thank you!

I love you so much.

Whoa, I like this.

My name is Honeycutt.
Can you say that?

Whenever you see me,
I'm gonna give you my greetin'.

And you say...

Hello, Jukka.

Just wanted to wish you
good luck.

-Thank you very much.
-Do a good show.

I always try to do my best.

As usual, I did my research.

We should blacken up
like they did back in the day.

Keep the ritual the same.

So, pour some alcohol
on the corks and light it.

Let them burn to a crisp,
and when burnt out...

mash them to a powder.

Add water.

Mix to a thick paste.

And voila,
you have your blackface.

But please put cocoa butter
on your face and hands...

to protect your skin.

And the final detail...

are the lips.

The redder the lipstick,
the better.

So, I suggest fire-truck red.

Show...time.

This here's my best friend
Sleep'n Eat.

This here's
my best friend Mantan.

And we are two real coons.

We left the hustle and bustle
of uptown Harlem.

The Big Apple.

New York! New York!
Skyscrapers and everything.

To return to our roots.

Our Alabammy home.
That's right.

We is countrified.
We is sho nuff Bamas.

Here come the Bamas.

No more city slickers.

Can't you smell
that sweet aroma...

of high cotton...

and ripe watermelon?

Nigga, now don't you
get me to sniffin'.

Why don't you show us
some of them educated feets?

Cousins, first, second,
third, and distant...

why don't you let Mantan
take you back to a simpler time?

A time when men was men...

and women was women...

and nigras knew they place.

Cousins, I want you all
to go to your windows.

Open 'em up.

Go to your windows
and yell out...

"I'm tired of the drugs.

"I'm tired of the crack babies
born out of wedlock...

"to crackhead
AlD-infested parents.

"I'm tired of
the inflated welfare rolls...

"while good
wholesome Americans...

"bring less and less
of their paycheck home...

"every two weeks."

That's a long time, too.

I'm tired. You're tired.
We're all tired...

of all these so-called,
Bible-thumpin'...

Swing down, sweet low

God-fearin'...

G.P., are you with me?

whore-mongling
professional athletes.

You's a fine motherfucker, baby,
back that ass up.

Cousins, I want you
to go to your windows...

yell out, scream with all
the life you can muster up...

inside your bruised, battered,
assaulted bodies...

"I'm sick and tired
of niggers...

"and I'm not gonna
take it anymore!"

That boy something else.
Once he get to talkin'--

Lord, have mercy.
He done did it again.

Let me get him on up.
I got something for him.

Watch this.
Like a mad streak.

Got to do my watermelon patch.
Running Man.

Got to do the running slave.
Watch this.

Doctor don't know nothing
about these.

Here I go.

Down

Come on, now. Come on.

I'm rubbing the genie's lamp.

It's an emergency situation.
Clear!

Dem nigger apples
work every goddamn time!

Come on, boy!

Let's do this here.

You lucky
we ain't in the jailhouse.

I'll be like Captain Kirk
of the "Enterprise"...

going into the big black hole.

Give me one. Hut-one!

Hut...

Man, shit, just hut.

Here we go now.
I'm running, too.

Any pretty niggas in the house?

Come on out.

Take it home.

All right.

Bravo!

I just got the news
from the CNS brass...

that was at the taping.

They loved the pilot.

We're a midseason replacement.
They ordered twelve shows.

We're going to be
on the air in three weeks.

Did you hear what I just said?

They didn't even view
a rough cut.

They looked at some scenes
we quickly put together.

They were sweating us, man.

There must be
some sort of mistake.

Only mistake is I didn't believe
in your genius from jump street.

Dela, you are the man, bro.

Please, hold a second.
I have to take this call.

Peerless?

Hi, Mom.
Could you hold the line?

I have to get rid
of this other...

Mr. Dunwitty, it's my mom.
I really have to take this.

Your mama?
I want to meet her someday.

Tell the great news.
I'm out like Vanilla lce.

Peerless, your daddy called.

He wants you
to come and see him.

They got all this controversy in
Hollywood about black films...

and all this stuff
about black folks--

Are there enough of them on TV?

But we know we on the news.
We all over the news.

My favorite black show
is "Cops."

You know we on that, too.

I can't watch all that stuff--
that WB--We Be Black.

Little nigger frog
look like Quincy Jones.

I can't watch all that.

UPN--You Pick a Nigger--
any nigger you want.

But I have to confess,
I love "Jerry Springer."

It's the all-American show.

Where else can you see
three white women...

fight over a nigger
with one tooth?

And no job.

And speaks fluent Ebonics.

"Reggie,
how come you got three women?"

"They like dick, Jerry."

"Your mama like dick?"

I wrote a movie
and sold it to the studio.

I'm real excited about it.

"Last White Man on Earth."

Don't look for a sequel.
We catch him.

Starring Diana Ross
and Whoopi Goldberg.

We beat them
for about five minutes.

"Where is he?
We saw you with him."

Have you noticed that everybody
white want to be black?

White folks
want to be black folks.

I went to school
with white people.

Their lips weren't that big.

They get stuff in their lips.
They take it out their behind.

They do anything
to get big nigger lips.

Black people been killed
on the highway.

They come by. "I'll take these."

The lips so big,
the little kids look adopted.

Everybody want to be black,
but nobody want to be black.

It confuses me.

They all act black, sound black.

I hope they start
hanging niggers again.

I'm going to find out
who's black.

Tell you some street jokes.
I love them.

Ain't they the funniest?

A nigger escaped
from the crazy house.

That's already scary.

And ran to where the nuns live.

There was Sister Mary,
Sister Jane, and Mother Theresa.

He went in there buck naked...

and had the biggest, thickest,
longest penis you ever seen.

He was all skin.

So, Sister Mary wanted
to protect Mother Theresa.

She grabbed a butcher knife.

"Mother Theresa, where do you
want me to start cutting?"

Mother Theresa said,
"Here and here."

You know that shit is funny.

Who is it?

Peerless.

That's my son at the door.

How are you doing?

Looking good. Good to see you.

Looking good, son.

You look dandy
in that orange ensemble.

Have a seat, son.

-You were hilarious.
-Thank you.

Absolutely hilarious.

It was a good show.

Dot, get my son a drink.

Sure thing, baby.

I always enjoy
seeing you perform.

Good, good. I try.

You do more than try.

You succeed.

I hope this is all right.

-It's perfect. Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Cheers.

Guess I'd better leave
y'all two alone, all right?

That was a good show tonight.
Give me some sugar.

-I love you, baby.
-I love you, too.

I'm so proud of you.

All right.

Be back.

That's a good woman.

How did you end up here?

I got too much pride,
too much dignity...

integrity.

I can't do
that Hollywood stuff, man.

I can't say that stuff
they want me to say.

There's got to be
something more than that.

Reality, I mean.

Maybe you weren't funny enough.

You must be crazy, man.

Didn't you hear
that audience tonight?

They were with me.

They were laughing with me.
They got me.

I'm funny as hell, OK?
What you up to?

Trying to get my stuff
on the air.

Where do you go from here?

South Carolina,
another little nigger club.

No, I meant in life.
Where do you go?

In life?

I'm happy.

Got me a pretty woman.

Got a little money in my pocket.

Got me some tonic.

I'm above ground.
I'm ahead of the game.

And you know what
I always taught you.

Every nigger is an entertainer.

The question is...

What are you going to do,
Peerless?

And one more thing.

Nigger, where the fuck
did you get that accent?

Why do you always use
that word "nigger" so much?

I say "nigger"
a hundred times every morning.

Keeps my teeth white.

Come on, Junebug.

My father.

I'm not mad at him--
not at all.

Or the stock market crash--
Black Monday.

Junebug was the reason...

I had gotten into this business
in the first place.

You hear white folks
all the time--

"lt was the darkest day
of my life."

When they faint--"l blacked out.
I don't remember anything."

And I thank him for that.

However, it did me no good
seeing him in that state.

Father was a broken man.

...broke or lose our money--

"lt was the whitest day
of my life."

He had been a strong man...

with conviction,
integrity, principles...

and look
where it had gotten him.

Even the cartoons are racist.

Have you noticed that?

Why do they treat us like that?

I had to ask myself--

Did I want to end up
where he was?

Laughing and grinning...

Hell, emphatically, no.

Broke and the happiest people
on the planet.

That was the last time
I ever saw Junebug.

A damn shame.

Remember, son...

always keep 'em laughing.

Keep 'em laughing.

Everybody say, "Ho!"

Say, "Ho, ho!"

Say, "Ho, ho, ho!"

We're going to do something
a little different tonight.

Can you help a brother out?

Can you do this, folks?

We're going to start a chant,
and I'll start it off.

The chant goes like this.
"Let's go, niggers."

Let's welcome to the stage
two real coons...

the Dusty Duo--

Mantan...

and his sepia sidekick...

Sleep'n Eat!

Showtime.

-Go on now.
-OK, come on.

-Slow down, boy.
-He ain't here.

Come on.

We gonna get us
some of these here chickies.

Oh, boy,
I can taste me a wing now.

Look at that there.

Corn bread, biscuits,
red beans, and rice.

-What you talking about, man?
-My wish list.

Man, our massa's
gonna wish our ass.

You know my lady Lucindy?

-You mean the one with the big--
-No, not her.

-The one with the little...
-Oh, her.

Yes. You see,
tomorrow's her birthday...

and I want to get her something
really nice, like one of those--

No. Don't get her one of those.

What you need to do
is get her one of them--

No. She hates them.

That's too bad.

Why don't you get her a dress?

You mean one of those sexy,
slinky, foxy ones with the--

They're too short.

And too tight. You need
to get her one of them--

Now, that's too big.

You know,
the in-between kind--

not too loose, not too tight.

That's perfect, there.

You know that dress
is going to cost you around--

That's too much money.
I can't afford it.

I needs me a dress
that's going to cost--

Can't get it that cheap.

I'll get a less expensive dress.

Save some money,
take her out to dinner.

Boy, you getting fancy now!

Why don't I come over,
we get a double date?

No, man.
I heard your lady is wild.

No. That was her second cousin,
the one married to Lil' Bit.

Because you know
on our first date...

she let me...

That bitch didn't.

Oh, yes, she did.

I heard differently.

I heard your monkey ass
went up in there--

No. Not that time.

What time you going to see her?

-Let's say around--
-That's too early.

-How's about--
-That's too late.

Why don't you
pick us up around--

Now, that's perfect.

See, that's why we get along.

Like sweet and peas.

Now, let's go get us
some of them little chickies.

Hey, who goes in there?

Good God in the goose fat,
we better hide.

Ooh, gosh.

It's that mean, evil overseer
Master Charlie.

I say!

I say, who goes in there?

Ain't nobody in here
except us chickens!

Let's go now!

Let's go now!

Hey, you!

Come back here right now!

Well, maybe it is...amusing.

It was the day of reckoning.

After a massive advertising
and publicity campaign...

the public would finally
get a chance to view "Mantan."

I was feeling
a little like Dr. Frankenstein.

What would their reaction be?

I hadn't the foggiest.

It's getting ready to come on.

I wish I was
in the land of cotton

Old times
there are not forgotten

Look away, look away

Look away, Dixieland

In Dixieland, where I was born

Early on one frosty morning

Look away, look away

Why they got to make
my nose so big?

What's up with my lips?

No. This wasn't
supposed to be like this.

Where do you guys work,
in the lobby of the damn place?

Man, listen,
I don't know what to tell you.

You have every right
to be upset.

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It makes you get your freak on

Chemical testing has found...

that Viagra doesn't work
on black johnsons.

That's why our scientist
has developed Da Bomb for you.

It makes you feel
like a man, yo...

and it makes them bitches
feel like natural women.

I mean hos.

It makes my nature rise.

I want to get funked up.

Da Bomb makes me want
to get my freak on.

Da Bomb, baby, Bomb, baby

Da Bomb, baby, Bomb, baby.

It makes you get your swerve on.

Hillnigger

Timmi, Timmi, Timmi, Timmi

Hillnigger

Timmi, Timmi, Timmi, Timmi

Hillnigger

Timmi, Timmi, Timmi, Timmi

Hillnigger

Timmi, Timmi, Timmi, Timmi

Yo.

My name be Timmi Hillnigger.

I was born and raised
up in Strong lsland...

so you know I know
all about my peeps...

my niggas in the gheetto.

I design and own
Timmi Hillnigger...

125% authentic gheetto
activewear.

Hillnigger keeps it real.

Timmi's gots
all the latest gear.

If you want
to keep it really real...

never get out of the gheetto...

stay broke,
and continue to add...

to my multibillion dollar
corporation...

keep buying all my gear--

the Timmi Hillnigger
collection.

We keep it so real,
we give you the bullet holes.

Go, Timmi, go, Timmi!

All my niggas
wear Timmi Hillnigger...

or they don't wear
a damn thing at all!

It's ghetto fabulous!

I was sunk, dead.

My goose was cooked.

The cat was in the bag,
and the bag was in the river.

I like this.

You guys have both seen
the overnight ratings.

They're through the roof.

Mazel tov.
But in this business...

we have to be
one, two, three steps ahead.

That's why I brought in
Myrna Goldfarb.

She's the best media consultant
in the biz.

She's going to help us out.

First, I would like to say
I love your show.

It's very courageous.

My parents marched
in Selma, Alabama with Dr. King.

-Why are you here?
-Good question.

Straight to the point.
I like your style.

Because of the content
of the show...

we're going to expect
some very spirited reactions.

Myrna's here to plan
our strategy, just in case.

Right.
The best defense is offense.

Really? I thought it was
the other way around.

Exactly.
I think we're on the same page.

I've mapped out strategies
to help bolster our position.

-Which is?
-Lighten up, man, right?

This is about fun, right?

Nice, wholesome fun.

Myrna, break it down for them.

The Mantan Manifesto.
Catchy, ain't it?

So is syphilis.

Number one--

we gainfully employ
African-Americans...

in front of
and behind the camera.

You got to cover yourselves,
people--very important.

I need a black grip,
a black gaffer, a black P.A.

Have them there.

Number two--
Let the audience decide.

Three--who put these critics
in charge anyway, right?

These so-called cultural police.

Four--
Who determines what is black?

What is black?

Sleep'n Eat and Mantan
are lazy and unemployed...

but we are certainly
not saying anything...

about the entire
African-American community.

They're slackers.

I took a couple of years
after graduate school...

and walked around
the European countryside.

It's not the biggest deal
in the world.

Five--Mantan is a satire.

Six--lf they can't take a joke,
you know what? "F" 'em.

Yeah. "F" 'em.

I think that if we stick
to this kind of strategy...

it's clean sailing from here.

No disrespect,
but this is some bullshit.

Well, I've done my research.

These are Negroes
we are talking about...

not some lab mice in a cage.

We are not one monolithic group
of people.

We do not all think, look,
and act alike, Ms. Goldfarb.

Mr. Delacroix,
let me assure you--

I got my Ph.D. in African-
American studies from Yale.

So you fucked
a Negro in college.

Excuse me.
Let's keep this above the belt.

Show a little respect
for this woman.

Yes. Continue,
O Great Niggerologist.

-Enlighten us.
-I'm sorry, Myrna.

The biggest thing
in public relations...

is, of course,
to always smile.

Show dem pearly whites.

Wear Kente cloth.

Invoke the spirit
of Dr. Martin Luther King.

Use the word "community" often
when talking about "Mantan."

And, finally, our biggest asset
is you, Pierre Delacroix.

-Me?
-Yes, you.

How?

This show was created
and conceived by you, right?

A nonthreatening
African-American male.

So the show can't be racist
because you're black.

That's where you're wrong.

He's not black.
No, see, he's a Negro.

You have your small victory.

Pierre, yassa man!

A small victory, is it?

-Right on, man.
-Great show.

That's small when
you've been used to losing.

Hey, Delacroix.
Funny show, man.

And what is this?

It's a gift.

For what, pray tell?

Despite how I may feel
about the show personally...

you did come up with something,
let's say, unique.

Unique?

Why don't you open it?

Watch this.

And what do we call this thing?

It is called
a "Jolly Nigger Bank."

Ain't that something?

And it's not a repro.

It's circa turn of the century.

Thank you, I guess.

I thought it was appropriate.

And is that good or bad?

Well, got a brand-new
successful show...

so you'll be going to the bank.

Plus,
I love these black collectibles.

Really? How so?

It reminds me of a time
in our history...

in this country when
we were considered inferior...

subhuman,
and we should never forget.

Why don't you try, Pierre?

Why don't I give it a whirl?

It's something, ain't it?

It's something, all right.

When American people
want something...

they want it now
and want it big.

They wanted the hula hoop
and their yo-yos.

Who could ever forget
those lovable Pet Rocks...

Beanie Babies, Pokemon?

Now the latest, hottest,
newest sensation...

across the nation was Blackface!

Trick or treat!

Blackface!

Trick or treat!

Welcome back to
"lmhotep Gary Byrd's GBE"...

from 1 190 Talk Radio,
WLlB in New York City.

Our special guest today
is Pierre Delacroix.

He is the creator of the highly
controversial TV show "Mantan."

Pierre, we welcome you
to the "Experience."

It's good to experience
the "Experience," Gary.

Your show has created a strong
impression in the community.

You have been called a traitor,
an Uncle Tom, a sell-out.

Even been called the
Clarence Thomas of television.

It's nice to be hyphenated.

Why does your show cause
such an emotional reaction?

Well, I think it's race.

Race has always been a very
sensitive issue in this country.

I have no problem with people
disagreeing with my show.

That's fine.

But when they trample
my inherent right...

as an artist, I catch afire.

Why is every hit
Negro show criticized?

Like crabs in a barrel,
they pull each other down.

No one, in any way, shape,
or form, should be censored.

Do you believe
that that's true...

regardless of whether
the material is racist...

or sexist,
or even homophobic?

I say yes.

Because who is to judge?

Who is to stand and say
this is right or this is not?

I mean, I'm not Mayor Guiliani.

I cannot look at that painting
and say that is sacrilegious.

It's art, and that is
what it should be called.

So is "Mantan."

There are many people
who at this point...

are sick and tired
of the TV industry.

And there are many
in the community...

who say what they're doing
has got to stop now.

What do you say
about the fact...

that the line
has to be drawn here?

Those people need to wake up.

Wake up to what?

Slavery has been over
400 years ago!

We need to stop
thinking that way.

Stop crying over,
"the white man this or that."

This is the new millennium...

and we must join it.

Slavery did not end
400 years ago.

Slavery ended in 1865.
Do the math.

Your great-grandmother...

who raised your mother's mother,
was a slave...

and here you are,
in this studio...

trying to excuse
our own holocaust?

You're talking numbers, Gary.

200 years, 300 years,
it doesn't matter.

What matters, Gary,
is slave mentality...

and that is what must be broken.

I had an aunt.
We called her "Sister."

Aunt Sister went to her grave...

believing that man
had not walked on the moon.

I would argue
with this dear old woman.

I'd say,
"It's on television..."

and she'd say, "l don't care
what's on that idiot box.

"No man is on the moon."

Gary, there are millions
of Negroes in this country...

with that same mentality.

They think like my Aunt Sister,
and they must change.

We must adapt to the times.

Otherwise,
we will be left behind.

No more mess, CNS!

Ban "Mantan"!

We've come to put you on notice!

There will be no desecrating
of our people!

There will be none of this
in the new century!

We will not allow
no minstrel shows...

in the 21st century!

We're gonna close you down!

We're gonna close down
the advertising!

You wouldn't drop the bomb
on your children!

That's right, Rev!

Look at how they disgrace us!

This is what we're protesting!

Painted face!
A disgrace to the race!

Painted face,
disgrace to the race!

Yo, man, why is
the Reverend Al Sharpton...

and Johnnie Cochran down there?

Opportunists.

They love to see themselves
on television.

You sound like the media.

This is nothing.

Tomorrow it'll all be over.

Besides, as Mr. Dunwitty says...

there's no such thing
as bad publicity.

Here. That's for you.

It's a token of appreciation
for all your hard work.

All right.
Good-lookin', man.

Those are the last pair
of tap shoes...

worn by Mr. Bill
"Bojangles" Robinson.

Word?

He died with those on his feet.

Buggin'.

No joke. I'm serious.

I hope I don't go out like that.

It's a nice sound.

Wood on wood.

Here come Blak.

Whassup?

Those fuckin' Tom Sambos.

Handkerchief-head-wearing ass.

Dancin' monkey.

Benedict Arnold!

Those motherfuckers
fuckin' it up...

for the whole fuckin'--
fuckin' everybody!

They gonna dis us...

and keep them two fuckin'
smilin', happy...

Tom-laughing
coon motherfuckers...

Mantan and goddamn
Sleep'n Eat?!

You know what I'm sayin'?

They's foul, know what I mean?

-Know what I mean?
-Know what I'm sayin'?

We know, man!

Brothers, sister...

Yo, we can't let
this injustice go by.

Not this time, man.

Them two coons is ill, man.

Word up, man.
What we do on this level...

this shit gotta be
fuckin' big, y'all.

It's gotta be some
global blowout shit.

This shit gotta have some
symbolism to it! Sustenance.

This shit gotta be like fuckin'
John Carlos and Tommie Smith...

at the '68 Olympics,
you know what I'm saying?

Put the fists up!
Some big shit!

This is nice.

This is real nice.

This must have cost you
a pretty penny.

Me, I got it like that now.

Oh, you do.

I mean,
a little somethin' somethin'.

A little somethin' somethin'
is right.

I hope you saving
a little somethin' somethin'.

I ain't tryin' to end up broke.

Well, that's good.

See you got your pictures up.

I was just reading
the other day...

at the beginning
of the 20th Century...

how African-Americans
had to perform in blackface.

You know that entertainer
Bert Williams?

He was brilliant.
You know Bert?

Not really.
Maybe before my time.

Do you read?

I mean, not really.
Sort of hurts my head.

Hurts your head.
You should start reading.

Maybe I should start
doing a lot of things.

Well, as I was saying...

Bert Williams and the rest...

they had to blacken up
'cause they had no choice.

And of course,
during that time...

we were considered
3/5 of a human being.

Did you know that was
actually written...

in the Constitution
of the United States?

Sloan, why you flippin' on me
right now?

I mean,
this whole blackface thing.

Don't try to front
like you wasn't down.

It was all part of a deal,
you know?

You was down from the get-go.

You're down with Dela, right?

Yes. I'm down with Dela.

I just thought
you might be interested...

in the origins of blackface.

Look, my man Womack, myself...

we can definitely
handle this business.

I mean, for sure, I know
I can handle my business.

Well, OK.

I'm gonna check this view out
'cause it's real nice.

I'm diggin' this whole thing
right here.

This is a nice vibe.

I'm liking this.

Sleep'n Eat.

I seen a lot of troubles lately.

Oh? Well, how be dat?

I don't know who I is.

Well, I'll be a Alabama
porch monkey's uncle.

At least you know who you is.

Years ago, I married a widow
who had a grown-up daughter.

My daddy visited us often,
fell in love, and married her.

Thusly,
he became my son-in-law...

and my step-daughter
became my mother...

because she was
my father's wife.

That's right.

After that, my father's wife
gave birth to a son...

which became my brother
and my grandchild.

Because he was the son
of my daughter.

-What? You jivin'!
-I ain't!

Now, accordingly,
my wife was my grandmother...

because she was
my mother's mother.

Mantan, I was my wife's
husband and grandchild...

at one and the same time.

And lo and behold...

as the husband of a person's
grandmother is a grandfather...

That's right.

I became my goddamn
own grandfather!

Holy mackerel!

Sleep'n Eat,
that sho is a whopper!

You said it, cousin.

Or is we?

Feets...do your stuff.

Watch out now!

You ain't never seen no niggers

Standin' here with a fiddle

You ain't never seen no niggers

A-standin' here
playin' on no fiddle

You ain't seen no niggers
like this

Standin' here
playin' on a fiddle

You ain't seen
no niggers like this

Gettin' down on the fiddle,
watch this now

You couldn't hold out
any longer, could you?

I ain't worried about
money in the middle

'Cause I got my funky fiddle

I ain't worried about money
in the middle

'Cause I got my funky fiddle,
watch this now

What's so funny, man?

Fuckin' shit is funny to me.

You funny to me.

Watch him now.

No, man.

Fuck that, man.

I'm ready to merc somebody.

Pull some big fuckin'
Clint Eastwood shit...

and blow that nigger's
fuckin' cavities back.

That's what I say, right?
Blow his cavities back.

To my astonishment...

not only did the people
in television land love us...

but also the critics.

"Mantan" was being hailed
as groundbreaking...

barrier-breaking,
also earth-shaking.

I looked forward to my awards.

Just vindication
for all my hard work...

all my talent that had
previously been overlooked.

Pierre Delacroix for "Mantan"!

Mira, I love you!

You don't know this...

but we both took Mandarin
together at Harvard.

You didn't notice me,
I sat in the back of the class.

You are like the light
reflected off an angel!

That routine
would go over like gangbusters.

I would be a dancing fool.

Hollywood's new favorite Negro.

Move over,
Danny, Morgan, Samuel L.!

Out of my way,
Eddie and Wesley!

Make room for me, Will Smith!

Here comes Delacroix!

Show me the money!

...Best New
Situational Comedy is...

Pierre Delacroix...

for "Mantan: The New
Millennium Minstrel Show."

I want to thank
the Academy truly...

for this award.

Right now, words escape me.

Which is odd for a writer,
of course.

Mr. Modine, would you please
join me at the podium?

Now, I have never met this man
in my life before.

I...

am his greatest fan.

I've seen all your work.

I've seen you in "Rumble Fish"
and "Flamingo Kid"...

and "Something About Mary"
and "Wild Things."

I've just watched that
over and over--

Matt Dillon?

I'm sure if you
were in those movies...

you would have been
just as brilliant...

so I want to thank you
from the bowels of my heart...

and I want you
to have this Emmy, please.

I do not deserve it.

I can't accept this, Pierre.

That's very generous of you
and very kind.

Give it to the garbageman!

This is for "Mantan"--

Give this man his Emmy!

If I did that,
I'd be assured of work forever.

Delacroix...
the grateful Negro.

All right, we're takin' it
from the same spot.

Toehill, don't rush.

One, two, three, and...

Don't rush!

Come on, get down there!

Pivots toe.

Come on now, what was that?

Let me hear you,
Lil'nigger Jim.

Let me hear you once again, man.

Wrong! How old are you, man?

-Ten.
-You want to live to see eleven?

What's going on, man?

Y'all need a break or something?

Let's take a break.

Take a ten-minute break.

Take a break.
Y'all take a break, man!

Yo, what's up, man?

I don't know, man. Sorry.

Surprised at you, man.

Whassup?

Whassup?

Since when do you start
talking to people like that?

Tell me, when that start?

When you start that?

You see what they're doin'
to my 'ography, man?

They're messin' it up, man.

Trippin', man.
I'm not drinkin' the Kool-Aid.

You ain't drinkin'?
What you mean?

Like Jim Jones.
I'm not drinkin' the Kool-Aid.

What you talkin' about, man?

This pickaninny,
watermelon bullshit!

I'm out! I'm raisin' up!
The fuck outta here.

You out?

Know what, man?
Good. Be out.

'Cause I got a broken back...

from carrying you around
all these years anyway.

So that's what you been doing?

Stand up. Stand up, OK?

That what you been doing?

You been carrying me?

We were on the streets
you weren't talking that shit.

When you was hungry...

you wasn't taking that shit,
was you?

What you been
doing push-ups now?

Know you coppin' a diesel now?

Don't sit down, Manny.

-I don't know--
-You gonna jump?

What's up? Do you remember me?

Do you remember me?

Do you?

You remember me?

That what I thought.

Just what I thought right there.

Go ahead, man.

Do what you want right now.

I'm handling mines, man.

Got a roof over my head.

Fuckin' with you,
we'd still be on the street.

You calling me a cling-on?

You been draggin' me?
I been dead weight to you?

Is that what I been?

New millennium, huh?

It's the same bullshit!

Just done over.

Same bullshit.

Yassa, l...

What you want me to do, massa?

Anything for you, sir.

I sang for you.

I tap-dance for you, massa.

I coon for you.

Anything just
to make you laugh, massa.

Yassa.

You should call him.

I'm not really thinking
about Womack right now...

you know what I mean?

What am I callin' him for?

He left.
He should be callin' me.

You gotta be the bigger person.

Don't take it on the ego thing,
'cause it's not about that.

He comes in...

All right, it may have been
a bad time or whatever...

but he came at me, like...

Iike he was my boss
or somethin' like...

"What am I doing talkin'
to the kids like that?"

Talkin' like that 'cause
they not gettin' the 'ography.

He just gotta go into some...

"Do you remember" daze...

jumpin' at me like
he gonna knock my head off...

beat me up in the studio.

I'm just like...

"No, I'm not feelin' you
right now, Womack.

"Straight up."

You want me to call him?

I'm not callin' no Womack.

Man, he calls me.

So how long have you
and Hambone been hanging out?

We're friends.

Really? That's not what
your brother seems to think.

He's playing
that big brother role...

so whatever.

So, are you getting "jiggy"
with him?

Pierre, I don't really think
that's any of your business.

So why am I here?

Well, Mr. Dunwitty and l...

feel that you're getting
too close to him...

and that his mind
is being messed up.

He's unfocused.
I demand you stop seeing him.

Work-related or otherwise?

Otherwise, and I trust
you know the difference.

If he asks me something,
I can't lie to him.

I have to tell him the truth.

Do you have to be
so damn forthright?

You should try it sometime.

When are you gonna
come into the light?

-The light?
-The light!

Don't you give me none of
this mumbo-jumbo bullshit...

because your hands
are just as bloody as mine.

I know where I made
my big mistake.

I should have never gotten
romantically involved...

with the help.

What did you just say?

Nigger, did you just
call me your help?

Is that what you think of me?

Let me tell you a thing
or two about help...

Peerless Dothan...

if you weren't so busy fucking
Maryann, Sue, and Beth...

maybe you would have a little
more stroke in your back.

Now help that shit out.

Get out.

Get the fuck out!

You know what?

You are fucked up.

Look at that shit.

That could help
your sorry ass one day.

I trust you can
help yourself out.

What you did was dead wrong.

Wrong. Capital "W" wrong.

Buddy boy, in this business...

if you do not produce,
you get fired.

It's that simple.

Sloan is the hardest
working person I ever met.

You're a bright young man.

How do you think she got
the gig in the first place?

I hate to burst your bubble,
Mantan the Marvelous...

but Sloan is an opportunist.

Naw, man.
You don't believe that.

I don't believe that.

Do I have
to spell it out for you?

In fact, why don't you
go ask her yourself?

Ask her. Say, "Sloan,
how did you get this gig?"

How did you get this gig?

I had an internship
and I worked like a dog...

to get in the position
that I'm in today.

You leaving something out?

Like I said...

I had an internship...

Dela liked how I worked...

and he hired me
as his assistant.

And?

And what?

Don't play me right now, Sloan.

Manray, if you have something
to ask me, ask it.

You just want me to say it?

Say what?

Did you ever sleep with Dela?

Yes, I did.

I knew it.

Listen, it doesn't
have anything to do...

with how I got my job.

It was a mistake, OK?

It happened
a very long time ago...

and it doesn't have anything
to do with me and you.

You know what?

I think you was probably
gonna play me...

try to use me
just like you used Dela...

to work your way to the top.

It's funny how people
in this business...

can just flip on you like lHOP.

I'm glad he fired your ass.

You...

You know what?

Let me tell you what's funny.

It's funny how a man
always has to perceive...

an attractive young lady...

as having to fuck
or suck somebody...

in order to get to the top.

It doesn't have anything
to do with the fact...

that I'm intelligent maybe?

Or have anything to do
with the fact that I have drive?

That doesn't matter!

No, I fucked him.

Yes, I fucked him.
How about that?

The question is--
Are you a puppet for Dela?

Don't try to change the subject.

I'm not changing anything.

I'm asking you a question.

Are you a puppet for Dela?

No. I'm lookin'
at Dela's puppet.

Then the real question is...

Whose puppet are you?

Hello, Mommy. How are you?

I'm just fine, honey.

I've just been here
reading about your show.

It's everywhere.

I only saw it once.

I thought you told me
there would be no buffoonery.

Are you going to attack me, too?

The show is a hit.
Why can't you be happy for me?

Of course I'm happy for you,
honey...

but a coon is a coon.

Peerless.

What?

You work so hard
for your success, honey.

Yes, I have--very hard.

Has my father called?

Not at all?

Well, honey,
you know your daddy.

If and when he does call...

please don't forget to ask him
if he's seen "Mantan."

I will, honey.

You disappoint me.

Yes, well, I have to go now.

What the hell
are you smiling at?

Jolly nigger bank.

When I thought or imagined...

that my favorite
jolly nigger bank--

an inanimate object,
a piece of cold cast iron...

was moving by itself,
I knew I was getting paranoid.

Did I really see what I saw?

Or was I hallucinating?

What's up, my millennium people?

My name is...

Honest Abe Honeycutt.

And I just have
one thing to say.

-What?
-What is it?

Sounds so good
I got to do it again.

And four score...

and seven years ago...

they was kicking
our black asses.

Boy, I mean they had a whip...

and they was kicking
our black asses...

from can't see in the morning...

until can't see at night.

But this is the new millennium!

How's everybody doing?

Grandma Bull, is you a nigger?

Yes, sirree, bob.

Darn tootin' I'm a nigger.

Give her applause.
Give her some applause.

I love you.

My boy, is you a nigger?

Honeycutt, you be a nigger.

Let's be niggers together!

Boom, boom, Honeycutt!

Boom, boom, Honeycutt!

Are you a nigger?

Yes. I'm from the Bronx, man.

Home of the world champions!
New York Yankees!

Where you from, my sister?

Puerto Rico.

That's right, baby,
so I'm not just a nigger.

I'm a nigger, OK?

Send something
to our other sisters out there.

If you not a nigger,
be a nigger!

Is you a nigger?

I'm a Sicilian nigger...

which means I'm more of a nigger
than any nigger in here.

Because you know what
they say about Sicilians.

We're darker than most niggers.

We're bigger than most niggers.

And we rap better
than most niggers.

I'm white, not black,
but not all the time

I'm in blackface,
and I'm feelin' fine

No matter what color,
no matter what race

You know you're cold chillin'
when you're in blackface

Can I find somebody?
Wait a minute.

Lord have mercy.

Is you a nigger?

Honeycutt, I don't know about
all the other people in here...

but I'm keepin' it real.
You know what I'm sayin'?

I'm keepin' it real

I got one more thing to say.

I am a really real negress.
Thank you.

A real negress!

A negress!

Y'all ain't going
to waste no time, huh?

Him!

You!

You!

We are all God's niggers!

Even the lost souls who
don't know that they niggers.

They niggers, too.

-Do you know why?
-Why?

'Cause niggers
is a beautiful thing.

Niggers is a beautiful thing!

Sorry I'm late.
Tough time catching a cab.

Perhaps they thought
you were Danny Glover.

-Delacroix here.
-This is Bunning.

I have Mantan up there,
and he's not getting dressed...

and he's not in makeup.
What am I supposed to do?

-He's not in blackface.
-I'll be right there.

You want to check
on the little delay?

That's where I'm going.

I'm just keepin' it real.

Where is he?

Mantan, what's going on here?
We have a show to tape.

My name is Manray,
God damn it.

God damn it, Manray,
we've got a show to tape.

Please.

Go to your room, put on
your costume, and blacken up.

Look, man,
I'm not playing myself no more.

Come again?

I'm done, man.

This whole blackface buck shit,
I'm done, man.

I know what you're
going through right now.

I mean, first,
Womack and then Sloan.

Oh, my God.
It broke my heart...

to have to be the one
to pull your coattails...

as to her sexual exploits.

However,
we must remain professional.

The show must go on.

I will always be professional...

but as far
as this buck dancing...

this blackface shit,
I'm not doing it.

No costume, no blackface?

Hell, no blackface.

Fine.

It's going to be your funeral.

We want Mantan!

Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you very much.

We apologize for the holdup.

So, without any further delay,
ladies and gentlemen...

give it up for Mantan!

What's going on?

What do you mean,
you don't know?

Cousins...

I want you all
to go to your windows.

Go to your windows and yell out.

Scream with all the life
that you can muster up...

inside your bruised...

assaulted,
and battered bodies.

I am sick and tired
of being a nigger...

and I am not going
to take it anymore!

Sick and tired
of being a nigger?

What?

I don't think he's getting up.

-What is this?
-lt must be a dance.

What the fuck is going on here?

Stop the tape!

Stop the goddamn tape!

Stop! Cut it!

Cut! Cut!

What are you doing?

Stop dancing!

Get him out of the building!

-Stop dancing!
-Get off me!

Stop dancing!

Yo, what you doing?

We apologize,
ladies and gentlemen.

Just relax. We'll be right back
with a good show.

Hold that.

Get him out of here!
Get him out.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Mantan has come down
with a case of coon-itis.

We'll take him out back
and whip it right out of him.

I will have him out here even
if I have to cut off a foot.

He'll dance like...

You just relax.

Get him out.

Come on, man! I wasn't
finished doing my dancing!

But you are finished.
You're done.

Niggers like you
are a dime-a-dozen.

You think you're special?

I'm going to slide Honeycutt
right into your spot...

you fake-ass tap dance kid.

Get him out of the building.

Ungrateful mother...

-Let's go, Honeycutt.
-Yes, sir.

I'll deal with you next.

Don't ever come back no more!

This is bullshit.

You a dead motherfucker.

What did I do, man?

The cryin' motherfucker
wanna know what he did.

That's your goddamn problem.

You know exactly
what the fuck you did.

Negro, you will be executed.

For what?

For singing and dancing?

I was just hoofin', man.

Just hoofin', man.

You're going to be done
in front of the whole world.

Telemundo.

The whole world
is going to be watching this.

The Mau Maus had come up with
a brilliant, sadistic plan...

to broadcast
Mantan's execution live.

No way we gonna be found out.
You ain't even here.

Motherfucker,
you in cyberspace, man.

This is gonna really
boost your ratings.

Beat the mass, Mau Maus
be about land and freedom

Reparation and apologies

For African to America odysseys

Guerrilla-type tactics
on them socialistic fallacies

It be about the devastation

Of the social Darwinistic
thought

Keep a brown man down, sport

They wanna keep an eye
on the fetch and set nigger

The way fresh, and I'll put it

They lucky
I ain't red wretched yet

Yo, you fucked up
in the game now

The Mau Maus sent anonymous
e-mail proclamations...

to the web sites
of CNN, ABC, NBC, and CBS.

It was an invite
to witness the dance of death--

Ten p.m. prime time,
tomorrow night.

Bow down, there's four lives
in the ground now

Shake 'em down

Black monk like that Thelonious

The government
got the black phobia

Hello.
My name is Thomas Dunwitty.

I'm the senior V.P...

of the entertainment division
here at CNS.

I come to you
with a heavy heart.

This abduction is a cowardly...

vile, sinful,
and dastardly act...

and I promise that these creeps
will be prosecuted...

to the fullest extent
of the law.

This is a total, complete attack
on our American way of life.

We here at CNS...

are offering
a $1 million cash reward...

for any information that leads
to the safe return home...

of our dear friend
and homey Mantan.

Mantan,
our prayers are with you...

and may God bless America.

It was 10:00...

and the Dance of Death
was about to commence.

Since a lot of people
still don't have computers...

the networks sought a
court order to carry it live...

taking it off the feed.

It was granted.

A live snuff broadcast...

right into the comfort
of your living room.

Yo, we're live in five, four...

three, two...

We are now live in cyberspace.

Whereas Mantan is a Tom.

Whereas Mantan is a disgrace.

Whereas Mantan
is a head-scratchin'...

foot-shufflin' Negro!

Let me go, man!

Be strong, boy. Be strong.

...Dancing fool
is condemned to death.

I's a good Negro.

See that bitch's dancing feet?

Let's show you
some real educated feets.

Show us some of them
fancy moves.

Get your ass up.
Get that nigger up.

Let him do some dancing for us.

Get up on your feet, man.

Show us them feet.
Don't be ashamed.

-Dance for us!
-Showtime!

You fucked up in the game now.

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it, I say!

Leave me alone!

Spear chuckers!

Get rid of these porch monkeys!

Jungle bunny!

Yo, dawg.

Yo, I'm fucked up, dawg.

Yo, you need a light?

Yo, man, I got some fire.

Yo, who got the fire?

Who got the flame?

Shit. Hey!

Why didn't you kill me?

I'm black!

Why didn't you kill me?

I'm black! I'm black!

All it takes is
one fucking drop of black blood!

Everyone thinks he's black!

Mau Maus!

You should've killed me.

You should've fucking killed me!

All it takes is one fucking drop
of black blood, motherfucker!

You're black!

Get the fuck off me!

Hi, Peerless.

You done fucked up now.

You didn't think
I had one of these, did you?

My brother gave me this.

Oh, I see..

you brought my tape.

Get up and put it in.

Get up and put it in!

That's right.
You'll listen to me tonight.

All this time, you didn't listen
to what I had to say...

but you going to listen
to me tonight.

This is "Listen to Sloan Day."

It's my night.

I want you
to look at this shit.

Look to what you contributed to.

Because of you,
my brother's dead.

Manray. You done
fucked up everything!

-Think they're cannibals?
-You see this shit?

They wouldn't dare do that
to white people.

Maybe they want
some dark meat.

What do you have to say
for yourself?

What do you have to say
for yourself?

Sloan, give me the gun.

-Don't.
-Please.

Don't, Peerless.
Don't make me. No.

Don't come over here.

Peerless...

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

You never listened to me.
You made me do that.

As I bled to death...

as my very life
oozed out of me...

all I could think of
was something...

the great Negro
James Baldwin had written.

"People pay for what they do,
and still more...

"for what they have allowed
themselves to become...

"and they pay for it very simply
by the lives they lead."

Now it was time for me
to buy the farm...

to meet my maker.

Good-bye, cousins.

Please tune in next week
for the best of...

"Mantan: The New Millennium
Minstrel show."

Gonna to put your shoes on?

No, sir. Savin' them
in case my feet wear out.

Well, Mr. Bones,
how are you this evening?

Me?

I's the personification
of health, Mr. Christie.

Good. Who was that lady
I saw you with this afternoon?

That was no lady.
That was my wife.

I'll bust your head.

Good gracious me.

Who is that?

What gives?

What's the matter with you, boy?

My mam...Mammy.

-What was that?
-How'd I know?

Are you ready, Liza?

I's ready, Uncle Tom.

Is you ready, Simon Legree?

I'm always ready.

I broke in as a bootblack,
you know.

Here we go.

For a month and a half,
I've been dreaming...

how pretty
I was going to look tonight.

Here's my punishment
for thinking so well of myself.

This is tough
to put on and take off.

You know, you're lucky.

Cut them monkeyshines.

Chicken house?
What am I waiting for?

I don't know.

Me, either. Tally ho.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, mister.

Yes, sir.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Yes, Miss Bellmer.

Yes, Miss Maggie.

Brothers, it's certainly going
to be a lesson to me.

Maybe Baldwin was right,
maybe he was wrong...

but as my father
often told me...

"Always keep 'em laughing."