All language subtitles for Brown Paper Bag.English

- I always wanted to be in the movies.

I was almost a star.

Almost.

Then something happened
that took my dream away.

- I liked standing,
I thought it was romantic.

- If you think I was gonna let
some guy run off with my girl

while I fight a bunch of
crabs, you must be dizzy.

- Well, every gal wants a guy that's gonna

sacrifice himself for her, it's romantic.

- You see, that's the problem.

Bogart used to play the tough
guy, now he just plays a sap.

- Well, you're my tough guy.

- Hey, what're you doing in here?

I'm talking to you.

Get outta here, go on, go.

- People gotta learn their place.

- Hey, don't look
now, but I think I see Mona

Lane sitting over there in a
booth drinking a milkshake.

- Where?
- I said don't look.

I don't want
you to embarrass me.

And I think I see Jimmy
Stance over there with her.

I've read that those two are an item.

I guess it's true.

- Movie stars are people
just like us, they've gotta

put their pants on one leg
at a time, just like me.

- Hey, I told you to get outta here, boy.

Don't shoot.

- That's how things went down

at the Moonlight Cafe,

the night Mona Lane got
kidnapped by a gang of Negros.

Or at least that's how
the newspapers told it.

But we got plenty of time to get to that.

This story is as much about
me, as it is about her.

As a kid, I could still
remember goin' to the pictures,

watchin' gangsters and
cowboys on the big screen.

I wanted to be up there,
bigger than everyone.

Bigger than life, on top of the world.

I always liked pretending
to be other people.

That's me, Archie Glass.

Just a few months from
hoboing my way from Georgia.

It wasn't long before I
found myself on Central Av.

The center of Negro life in Los Angeles.

I fell in love with
Los Angeles that night.

I started busing tables, then
worked my way up to doorman at

the Dun Bar Club, which was
the hottest spot in South LA.

Every night was like a party.

You never knew who would walk in.

Leroy Tucker was a black man from Compton,

who had Indian in him
from his momma's side.

It was enough for him to pass as Mexican,

and get work as an outlaw
bandit in westerns.

Big Nadine Lomax worked a lot.

Whenever the studios needed
someone to play a maid,

they called Nadine.

She played maids in so many pictures,

they gave her an Oscar for it.

These people?

No one cared about them in Hollywood.

They were overlooked, or they
was just a butt of jokes.

But down on Central Av, they
were treated like stars.

There was magic in
every gesture they made.

Every smile was a window
into a new kind of freedom.

And the biggest of them all?

Ennis Matthews.

They called him the brown
clown, he had a series of

short films where he played
America's favorite Negro clown.

Ennis always dressed sharp,

and smoked these fancy cigars from Cuba.

I looked up to him.

I wanted to be just like him.

- What's your name, kid?

- Archie.

Archie Glass.

- Well, Archie Glass.

You don't look like a man

who wants to be a doorman all his life.

- I wanna be like you.

I wanna be in the pictures.

- I got a hot tip for you, if you want it.

- Sure, I mean...

Yes.

- Go down to Central Casting.

They got a new Negro office open.

Tell 'em I sent you.

They're lookin' to put
colored folks in movies.

- Thank you, thank you.

I just need one break, mister.

One chance to do something
big in this world.

If you give me that chance, I promise you,

I promise you, you won't be sorry.

Wait.

Is that a gun?

Why are you pointing a gun at me?

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Look at me, Ma, I made it!

Top of the world!

- Are you going to keep playing
gangster in that mirror?

Or are you gonna come over
here and keep me warm?

- The first time I saw Sandra,

was standin' outside the Dun Bar Hotel.

She was like a peacock
struttin' down the street.

She sang four nights a
week at the Foxtrot Cafe.

I'm not sure what was sweeter.

Her voice on stage...

Or her kisses in bed.

That was real fine, baby.

You sure know how to
make a fella feel good.

- You're a good sweet talker.

- I'm a good actor.

I mean, I'm a doorman right now, but,

I'm gonna be in the pictures soon.

- I can't believe I hopped
in bed with an actor!

My mama would whoop me good!

- What's wrong with being an actor?

- Nothin'!

If you're Clark Gable or Betty Davis.

Then you could be a pirate or
a princess, or even a cowboy.

That come and save the day.

But, if you are black,

the movies is just like real life.

You're just the maid or
somebody's go-fetch boy.

- I know there ain't a lot
of work for a Negro man,

but that's gonna change and when it does,

I wanna be the first.

- You're gonna be waiting
a long time for that.

- Not for too long.

I got me an audition at Victory Studio.

They're lookin' for Negro actors.

Soon, you're gonna see
my name at the Ricaknie.

"Archie Glass, the greatest
American actor alive."

- Come in.

Sit down.

What's your name?

- Glass, sir.

Archie Glass.

- How'd you hear about this job?

- Fella I met in a bar said
y'all was lookin' for black

folks, so I figured I fit the
description and came on over.

- So, here's the skinny, okay?

The studio wants to start
usin' Negro folk instead of

white actors who are dressed
up as Negros in makeup.

Now, a lot of good white
actors have lost their jobs

because of it, but, what the
studio wants, the studio gets.

All right?

Turn to your right.

Look up.

The other side.

Okay, you look black enough
to me to be a real Negro.

- I'm a man, sir, and an actor.

- Not a hothead, are you?
- No, sir.

- I don't need any hotheads.

No? Okay.

Okay, you ever been in
front of the camera before?

Have you ever acted?

- A little, sir, one or two church plays.

- Well, I've seen eight other
guys just like you today.

What makes you different than them?

- When I was a little young pup,

I got myself in some
trouble, wind up in jail.

I was in there with grown men
and I wanted to cry every day.

I was afraid, but I
couldn't let them see that.

So, I guess, sir, I can say
I've been actin' my whole life.

- Yeah, well, you're not gonna
be doin' any Shakespeare.

All right?

Just a line or two here and there,

keep the story moving around,
keep the audience laughin'.

Got it?
- Yes, sir.

- You know how to read?

- Yes, sir.

- All right, read this.

When you're ready.

- "All the world is a stage,

"and all the men and
women, merely players.

"They have their exits and an entrance.

"And one man plays many parts."

- Not bad for a colored.

I mean, you've gotta hear
the guys comin' here.

I don't understand a damn
thing they're sayin'.

Okay.

Take this slip down to wardrobe.

They're gonna get you
fitted for a porter uniform.

And then I want you to
come back here, tomorrow.

Stage seven at 6:30 AM.

Got it?
- Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You won't regret it.
- I know, go.

Next.

- Cheers.

- Donny!

How are you?

- I'm better now.

Where have you been keeping yourself?

I haven't seen you at the club in a week.

- I've been around.

Donny, this is Archie Glass.

- Like I said, where have you been?

I thought we had a good time
the last time we went out.

- Who is this clown?

- Keep your cool, nigga.

This is a nice place, for nice folks.

It's always my pleasure.

- I said, who was that?

- That's Donny Obrex.

He leads the orchestra
that I used to sing in.

He's been wantin' me to
get back with the band.

- I think he wants more than that.

- We were together once.

Before you came along.

So, tell me, how did you get the part?

What did you do to beat
all those other guys

that were better than you?

- I just told that fat
cat casting director

what he wanted to hear.

- And what was that?

- A sob story about having
to pretend to be other people

in order to survive when I was young.

- It wasn't true?

- Sure it was.

- You're awfully good at play acting.

But sometimes, I wonder.

Who is the real Archie Glass?

- Hey.

I see somebody at the bar I know.

I'll be right back, baby.

Hey, Ennis!

Hey, I owe you a drink.

That tip you gave me really paid off.

I'm in a movie now.

It's a small part, but it's a start.

And I owe it all to you.

- Congratulations.

What's your name again?

- Archie Glass.

- To Archie Glass!

The greatest actor, on Central Avenue.

- Come on, Ennis, we
gotta go do that thing.

Man, get your stuff, let's go.

- All right, camera rolling?
- Cameras are rolling!

- Sound speeding?

Actor ready?

Okay, now listen, all
you need to say is,

"I don't know, boss, I thinks
this place is haunted!"

Okay?

And action!

- I don't know, boss, I
think this place is haunted.

- Cut.

All right, I think that was swell.

Okay, let's try another one.

This time, I want you to say, um,

"I thinks this place is haunted
and I'm afraid of ghosts!"

Action!

- I thinks this place is haunted
and I'm afraid of ghosts.

- All right, all right, that was great.

Now, try this one on.

"I is afraid of ghosts.

"I think I might get so
scared, I may just turn white!"

Give it all you got, all right?

And action!

- I is afraid of ghosts.

I get so scared, I think
I may just turn as white.

- And cut.

Good, good, good, all right, all right.

They definitely brought us
the right boy for the job.

You know, this is the first time not using

a white man with blackface.

Think I like using a real Negro.

All right, great.

Next scene, okay.

- Hungry?

That's all right.

Tell me your favorite song.

- What do you think
you're doin' there, boy?

- Get away from that gal.
- I ain't done nothin', sir.

Just me and the girl, we're
just right here sharing a laugh.

- I saw you--

- I was just
sharing a piece of fruit.

- You callin' me a liar, boy?

- Punching a white
man would get you hung

in the South, and though
I was far from home,

if you stepped outta line in Hollywood,

there would be somebody
to put you back in place.

Like Mr. McCoy.

The singer who liked
dark rum and white gals,

until he was found in bed
with a producer's wife.

Three days later, he was washed up

on a beach with his throat cut.

Then you had Lenore Carole,

who was about to marry
leading man Danny Faroe

until he discovered his
bride-to-be was half-black

and crushed her skull with a
golf club in their living room.

The judge let him go on a technicality.

But I was lucky, all they
did was give me a beatin'

and throw me off the lot.

I had been blacklisted.

- Mister, you got a light?

- No.

- Well, gee, it look like
somebody done stole your lunch.

- Something like that.

- How about...

You buy Sugar a drink?

And I'll help you forget all about it.

- This road you're going
down is not an easy one.

You have to show the
world that you are a man,

and that you have the humanity
that can mirror all men.

That is your job as an actor.

You desire.

You sacrifice.

You love.

You hate.

You hurt.

You bleed.

You live.

You die.

Mr. Glass, would you like to
share with the class today?

- We're all just here wasting
our time, and you know it.

They don't care about who we are.

- Mr. Glass, don't leave.

- I hope you
are enjoying another cool

and sunny day in California.

The US Army wants you to be vigilant.

Japan has spies everywhere.

Remember, if you see
something, say something.

In other news, don't count
on seeing Hollywood starlet

Mona Lane on the streets of
Tinsel Town anytime soon.

Victory Studios says she
has eloped to Mexico.

No word if it's with Bo Jimmy Stance,

who is she is often seen with.

Support the war effort and buy bonds.

- These streets are hard for a man.

I thought you was gonna be
a big movie star one day.

What happened?

Got tired of playin' the butler?

I'll tell you what, though.

Everything you hear ain't true.

They talkin' 'bout that
girl Mona goin' to Mexico.

She ain't in no Mexico,
she got into trouble,

messin' with them bad
boys down on Central.

If she kidnapped, I'll eat my shoe.

- Whoa, whoa, wait, wait,
wait, go back, go back.

What did you just say?

- I'll eat me shoe.
- No.

About the actress.

- That girl ain't in no Mexico.

She got in a fix with some
fellas I used to know.

- What's your name?

- Archie Glass.

- You know who I am?

- You're Jack Wingate,
head of Victory Studios.

I got something you want.

Something you're looking for.

- I told you he's some sort of nut-job.

Let me bust him up some more,

and I'll go throw him
down a hole in the desert.

- Do that, you'll never find Mona Lane.

- And what do you know about Mona Lane?

- I know she's not
down in Mexico getting married.

- The town talks.

- It's not just gossip.

And you're hiding it from the
press, but once word get out,

everybody's gonna know.

- And what is it that you want?

- I'm an actor.

Or at least I was,
until I got blacklisted.

I need you to take me off the blacklist,

so I can work again, or better yet,

put me in one of your pictures.

- Why would I wanna do that?

- I can find Mona Lane for you.

- Why the hell would I need you,

when I have my own security staff?

- Where you need to go,
these big ugly white men

are gonna stick out like a sore thumb.

- And where is
it that I need to go?

- Down in South Los Angeles.

A place I'm pretty sure you've never been.

- Can you read?

- Yes, sir, I can read.

- This was left on
my doorstep last evening.

- "If you are reading this,

"then you already know
that Mona Lane is missing.

"We will kill her if we don't $10,000

"by the day after tomorrow.

"Leave the money in a brown
paper bag at the bus stop

"at Central and Jefferson,
do not delay in payment,

"if you want to see her alive again."

- It seems that Miss Lane got herself

into trouble frequenting jazz clubs.

And Miss Lane likes a
certain kind of company.

- I don't follow.

- She likes Negro men.

Now, the studio has invested
a lot of resources and money,

into the image of Mona Lane.

She's one of our up and rising stars.

I can't risk her image to be tarnished

by people thinking that
she's a nigger lover.

Do you follow me now, Mr. Glass?

- Yeah.

I guess I do.

- If you can do what you say,

I'll reward you.

I'll take you off that blacklist,

and I'll put you in one of my films.

Now, you call when you find her,

and O'Neal here will go and fetch her,

before some rogue reporter with an itch

to make a name for himself
can write about it.

- Can I trust your word?

- That's a funny thing to ask a man.

Yes, you can trust me.

- Then you have a deal.

Just one thing.

- Yeah, what's that?

- Why don't you just pay the kidnappers?

I'm pretty sure you can afford it,

and you got plenty to spare.

- Let me tell you something.

I am not about to let some
hoodling gang of Negros

think that they can boss me around.

They won't get a wooden nickel out of me.

Do you follow me now, Mr. Glass?

- Yeah.

I guess I do.

- Glass.

You find the girl, I'll deal
with the coked-up coons.

- If you're so bad, why don't
you just find her yourself?

- Just because the boss made
you a promise, doesn't mean

I won't knock out some of
your teeth along the way.

I'll be waiting for your call.

Sam?

Give me 10.

Where have you been?

You think you can just disappear on me

and come back whenever you want?

- I just been trying to figure
some things out, that's it.

- Well why don't you go talk

to your girlfriend about your problems?

- I don't have a girlfriend.

I mean, you're the only
one I wanna be with.

I think you're my girlfriend, I mean--

- You sound confused.

Go get yourself a drink.

- It just ain't fair what they did to me.

- This world ain't fair.

And you'd better get used to it.

There ain't nothin' fair about this town.

- I need to borrow your car.

- My car?

For what?

- I got a chance, a second chance, really.

A shot at the big time.

- What are you
talkin' about, Archie?

- I can't tell you everything right now,

but I need to find this white gal.

- A white girl?

- When I was in lockup,
there was this old black Joe,

and I reckon he was some
kind of actor or somethin'.

'Cause at nighttime, he
would recite these plays,

and I would close my eyes
and imagine all the people

and the places this old
buster used to talk about.

So, when time come again and I'm free,

I say I'm going to Hollywood
to become an actor.

That's my dream.

And if findin' this white
gal for some old cracker's

gonna get me closer to that
dream, then damn it all.

Damn it all.

Who knows?

I could become a star.

- A star?

Now I know you're dreamin'.

- I'm just asking you just
to trust me a little bit.

- You are not the only one

with their back against the wall.

We all have hard choices
that we have to make.

- I have to go.

- I know.

You're chasing a girl,

when you have one
standing in front of you.

- Nadine was a gossip hound.

She knew who was sleepin'
with who, when and where.

People liked tellin' her
secrets, I was hopin' that

someone had whispered
in her ear about Mona.

- How'd you get in here?
- The gate was unlocked.

I rang the bell, but no one answered.

- Who are you?

- I'm Fattius Quickstep, I'm
with the Hollywood Negro Press,

and I have some questions I wanna ask you

about an article I'm writing.

- An article!

Why didn't you say so?

You sayin' something
about doing a story on me?

- A feature.

- A feature!

- Yes, we have some questions
your fans would like to know.

- Go on.

- What's your favorite color?
- Pink.

But that's too racy, so
let's just say yellow.

- What's your favorite flower?

- Roses, of course.

Martini?
- No, thank you.

I never drink on the job.

- Shame.

- Who is your
favorite actor to work with?

- I don't wanna get in any trouble, so,

let's just say all of 'em.

- That's fine.

So, tell us, what do you like to do

on your typical Friday night?

- Well, me and my girls like to go out.

Where?

- Over on Central Avenue.

Dun Bar Hotel.

That place really swings.

- You've been seen with
your gal pal, Mona Lane.

Tell us about you guys' friendship.

- I met Mona on a night out.

She likes jazz and so do
I, so we hit it off fine.

- Mona Lane has not been
seen out on the town lately.

Do you happen to know where she is?

- Say, I thought this story
was supposed to be about me.

- It is, Miss Lomax.

We just have to answer
questions for our readers.

- You're no reporter.

Hey, didn't you used to work
the door down at Dun Bar?

- Okay.

I'm gonna shoot it to you straight.

Mona Lane's gone missing,
I've been hired to find her.

- Missing?

- We believe she's been kidnapped.

- Who's "we?"
- The studio.

- The studio hired a nigga
to find a white girl?

- They think she's been
kidnapped by a trumpet player

that plays down on Central Av.

I thought you might
know something about it.

- You're kinda cute.

I'll tell you what you
wanna know for a kiss.

- So...

This trumpet player, what's his name?

- Tweet Jackson.

That's his name.

He's from somewhere back east, but,

who the hell isn't in this town?

- That's all you know about him?

Where does he live?

- You wanna know more,
Mr. Fattius Quickstep,

you're gonna have to
meet me in my bedroom.

All I know is that he
play that horn so well,

it's like he put a spell on a woman.

He run with a rough crowd, though, so,

he plays an angel, but he's
still a nigga from the street.

- Is that all you got?

- For you...

I got a lot more.

Come on, mister.

Everybody want me to make them laugh,

and make them forget about they troubles,

forget about they pain in
life, but what about me?

I need somethin', too.

I need to feel good, too.

- Mona!

- Who is that?

- Mona!

- Sounds like Jimmy Stance.

He got a crush on Mona somethin' bad.

The studio set 'em up on a
date, just for publicity.

Ever since then, he thinks
Mona's really his girl.

- Why the hell he come here?

- He been lookin' all over town for her.

- Hey, Mona?

- I guess he finally made it here.

The boy's in love, I guess.

- He must have really fallen for her.

- Mona?

- I don't have the heart to
tell him that it's not real.

- Well you better tell him somethin',

before he knock your gate down.

- Mona, are you in here?
- Please do somethin'.

- Mona.

Mona.

Hey, where is she, where's my Mona?

I know you know where she is.

- She ain't here.

- I don't believe you,
and you know what, boy?

I'm not gonna leave until I find her.

- Suit yourself.

I left Nadine's house no
better off than when I came in.

Strike one, I had aimed high and missed.

Now it was time to aim low.

Blackie Philips was an old actor

who came up through Vaudeville.

He played every type of song
and dance you could think of.

In his day, he had starred
in over a dozen movies.

But when his knees went bad
and he couldn't dance no more,

his Hollywood career was over.

Now in his old age, he
kept a quiet card game

in the back of his house
behind the kitchen.

- The only way I know to make
some real money in this world

is workin' on them trains, being a porter.

That's good money.

- I'd rather be a porter
in pictures than to be one.

Them white boys want a
man to bend over too much.

- Hell, I've been in 15 pictures.

Been a busboy, a shoeshine
boy, a train porter.

Don't matter the part, I
always say the same thing.

"Yes, sir, boss.

"You sure is right, boss.

"I don't know, whatever you say, boss."

- Cut the shit and give me a card.

- I've been in all three Tarzan movies,

and all I ever say is, "ooga booga booga."

But me, I don't care.

Damn monkey get more lines than I do.

As long as they pay me
at the end of the day.

- Just make sure they
don't pay you in bananas.

'Cause you know, if
they could, they would.

- Damn, must be exciting
being in the pictures.

You fellas get to be right
there with the movie stars.

Tell me, what is it like
workin' with James Cagney?

- Cagney?

Yeah, he's all right.

Sold him some reefer once.

- Where'd you say you was from again?

- Just got off the bus from
Walla Walla, Washington.

Thought I'd see the ocean before I die.

- How'd you hear about our card game here?

Somebody in Walla Walla
must have a big mouth.

- No, fella I met named
Tweet, forgot his last name.

Jackson, that's it, Tweet Jackson.

Man say he play the horn.

Told me about this here card game.

Thought I'd try my luck.

- Yeah, well, your luck
ain't so good today.

- How about this horn
player, Tweet Jackson?

You fellas know where to find him?

- You ask questions make people nervous.

You sound like the police.

- Just that he owe me money
from a pool game, that's all.

- That right?

- I beat him three games
out of five, last Tuesday.

He owe me £23.

- That's a lie.

Tweet Jackson wouldn't be
there last Tuesday, all day.

- Then it must Wednesday I'm
thinkin' of, yeah.

- Try again, mister.

- Aw, hell, I don't know what day it was.

I just know the nigga owe me money.

- Cut the bullshit, motherfucker,
who the fuck are you?

And don't tell me no tales,

'cause you might just
get your face blown off.

- So you don't blow me face off.

- Let him go, Slick.

I ain't never had no
man killed here before,

and I ain't gonna start now.

I keep a nice quiet card game.

The last man who got shot
in my place was shot by me.

So, mister, you got some place to be,

I'd be gettin' there, if I was you.

- I'll leave.

I just need a question answered.

Have you seen Tweet Jackson?

- You want somethin' from me?

This world turns off
everybody gettin' a piece.

I gotta eat, too.

The last time I seen
Tweet, he was talkin' about

makin' some money, said he had
to go meet some white broad.

He was acting crazy.

- This white broad, you ever see her?

- Yeah, this one time, she
was in the car with him.

Saw her from the across the
street, she didn't get out.

- This her?

- Yeah, that's her.

Pretty as hell, look like a movie star.

- Where Tweet stay at?
- I done said enough.

All right, he always
with another horn player

at the Cadillac Club playin' pool.

- Horn player, what horn player?

- Nigga named Booker.

He got a process and always wear yellow.

- The Cadillac Club?

- Yeah, that's all I know.

- Mister Walla Walla?

- Your time is up.

You got to go.

- See y'all in the funny papers.

Where Tweet stay at?

- He always
with another horn player

at the Cadillac Club, playin' pool.

- What horn player?
- Nigga named Booker.

He got a process and always wear yellow.

- What you following me for?

- Hey, I'm Archie Glass.

- Nigga, I don't know you.

- Yes, well, I'm with the
Samwel Insurance Company.

- Insurance?

- Yes, I'm in charge of
finding family members who have

money coming to them from
recently-deceased relatives.

- What the hell are
you talkin' about, man?

- I'm talkin' about a check, a check,

which I'm tryin' to put into
the hands of one Tweet Jackson.

You see, Mr. Jackson's Aunt
Buttercup has passed and she

left him some money from an
insurance policy she took out.

So, you see, I'm tryin'
to find Tweet Jackson.

- A check?

How much?

- $300, to which I'm able
to pay a finder's fee

to anyone that can help
me find Mr. Jackson.

We're tryin' to get matters off our books.

The sooner, the better.

- I don't know, you don't
look no insurance man to me.

- Tell me where Mr. Jackson is,

and you will receive a finder's fee of $5.

- Shit, I make more than that giggin'

at the Coconut Grove in one night!

What's the name of the insurance company

you say you work for?

- Archwell.

Doberman.

- You lyin' motherfucker.

- Where can I find Tweet?

- I ain't no rat!

- You play horn, right?

How you gonna play horn with a busted lip?

- All right, all right!

There's a walk up at Hoover
Street, over the liquor store.

You can find him there.

- Pow, pow.

Pow, pow.

Pow, pow.

Pow, got you, mister.

- Hey, kid.

You see the man that live
in the apartment up there?

- No, but I see a lot of people

go in and out of a garage in the back.

- Thanks, kid.

Fuck.

- Where is she?

Where is she?

- Who're you talkin' about?
- Mona, damn it, where is she?

You know, I asked around,

until somebody told me that she come here.

Now, why would she come here?

Why would my Mona do that to me?

- Look, man, I don't know
nothin' what you talkin' about.

But you should ask him.

- Who's he?

- I don't know, he ain't talking.

- No, something's goin' on here, man.

Somethin' that somebody ain't telling me!

You know, Mona's my girl, my girl!

And I love her and you
better tell me where she is,

right now, or you're gonna
end up just as dead as he is!

Better start talking, boy.

You better start talk...

- Thanks, mister.

- You're lucky I'm a nosy reporter.

If I hadn't got a lead
on where Mona Lane likes

to hang her stockings, you
might be dead as Dillinger.

- A reporter, like for the paper?

- Skip Slater with the LA Trumpet.

Snoopin' around tryin'
to get a lead on a story.

- What kinda story?

- Listen, bother, I'm
hip to what's goin' on.

I may not know everything,

but I know Mona Lane isn't in Mexico.

And she hasn't been in her
penthouse for the last three days

so where is she?

- Look, I'm gonna tell you

the same thing I told
loverboy here, I don't know.

- Well, who are you then?

What're you doin' here?

- I was hired to find Mona.

Seems like we all lookin'
for the same person.

- Well, half of Hollywood
knows she's got the hots

for colored jazz players.

If an idiot like this guy
can figure it out, you know

the rest of Tinsel Town will
soon be figuring out, too.

I'm just tryin' to get ahead
of the story, you know?

Get the scoop.

- Looks like we all
come to a dead-end?

- I know you're not telling me somethin'.

But if you change your
mind, here's my number.

Give me a call with some info,

I'll make it worth your while.

- Hey.

What about these two?

- Well, one's dead,

the other's gonna come
to in a few minutes,

and I wouldn't be here when he does.

- Nadine say Mona liked to
look at famous dead folk.

I figure I had nothin' to lose

by killin' an hour at the local cemetery

with dead movie stars
layin' next to their fans.

Mona?

- I don't know you.

- You Archie Glass?

- Maybe, depends on who wants to know.

- Somebody wants to see you.

- Hey, I don't owe you
fellas any money, do I?

No, no.

- The world does not see you as a man.

Hollywood does not see you as a man.

That's why they call you boy, and son.

They tell you to bug out your
eyes and stick your lips out.

See, they don't think you have a heart,

or that you're intelligent.

That your soul is the soul of God.

- Cut the sermon, preach, why am I here?

- You are here because you
are working for the enemy.

- I'm workin' for Jack Wingate.

- As I said,
public enemy number one.

- What's all of this about?

- I am the leader of the
United Negro Movie Coaliltion,

and we want you to join us.

- You got a hell of a way
of recruitin' a fella.

- Well, it's a rough world
out there, Mr. Glass, and,

a man must meet force with force.

There's a revolution goin' on,

and every black man must
stand up for himself.

You cannot fight these Jim
Crow laws in these streets

bein' a buffoon on that movie screen.

Come and join us and
help us change Hollywood.

- How're you gonna do that?

You ain't nothing but a
bunch of angry church folk!

- We have power, and if we boycott,

and organize, we can bring
this town to its knees.

- Boycott?

Nobody's gonna do that.

You're a fool, preach, you're a fool.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear you think so.

What kind of black man are you?

- I'm not a black man, just a man.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Hey, I've already been circumcised!

- Every revolution needs some blood.

- I was gettin' nowhere fast.

Time to check in with O'Neal.

I gave him a call from a
payphone at Pico and Olympic.

- Glass, where the hell have you been?

You were supposed to check in
with me over three hours ago.

- This ain't like goin'
around a country club,

askin' for a tennis partner.

- Watch your lip, boy.

- Don't call me boy.

- I've had about enough
of your mouth, boy.

Now, tell me what you got.

- Right now, nothin'.

Just a dead body and whole bunch of people

stickin' guns and knives in my face.

- Well, that ain't enough.

Let me remind you we're on a deadline.

The tabloids are gonna be
on this in a day or so.

- Hey, that's another thing.

I've been goin' around here,
knockin' on people doors,

which nothin' to back me but just a smile.

I need some protection.

- What the hell did you just say?

- I need a gun.

- As a white man,
the last thing you ever

wanted to do was give a nigga a gun.

It was against everything he stood for,

but Jack Wingate was on his
ass just like he was on mine.

- Do you know how to use it?
- Hey, don't worry about me.

Just be ready next time I call you.

I headed south then east to Englewood.

I was on my way to see Ennis Matthews.

- Archie?

How do you know where I live?

- You brag about this place
all the time at the club.

It wasn't too hard to find.

- I'm sorry I pulled the pistol on you.

I thought you were one of
the neighbors come a-callin'.

- What you doin' in the dark, Ennis?

Your lights don't work?

- They work fine.

But I just keep 'em off just the same.

That way, they can't see inside.

I've been havin' some troubles.

- What kinda troubles?

- When I bought this house,
the man told me all about

the wonderful friendly neighbors.

I reckon they ain't so friendly
when a colored man moves in.

And I've had rocks
thrown through my window.

Mean letters put in my
mailbox, and my wife,

she took my boys back to New Orleans,

after they killed the dog.

So, I bought this pistol.

I saved every cent I had,

to buy this house.

- I'm lookin' for a girl, Ennis.

- Ain't none here.

- You heard of Mona Lane?

She's been kidnapped,

by some trumpet-playin'
Negro named Tweet Jackson.

What were you doin' at Tweet's
apartment today, Ennis?

- What're you talkin' about?

- You're the only Negro I know

that can afford to smoke
these fancy Cuban cigars.

- You're crazy,
plenty of folk smoke 'em.

- Yeah?

Well, that pistol you got in
your hand is missin' a bullet.

And I bet it's the same bullet

that was in that dead body I found today.

- I broke.

As soon as I bought this house,

the studio cut my contract.

- Tell me what happened.

- Some folks came to see me.

Said, they needed
someone to pick her up.

She knew me from the studio.

They needed someone that she
would feel comfortable with.

They said it would be big
money when it was over.

So, I took her over to
the apartment on Hoover.

- Tweet's apartment.

- When we got there, Tweet was missing.

There was an argument
about what to do next.

Someone pulled a gun, I
had mine, fired first.

When I got up, Mona was gone.

I just, I just hauled ass outta there.

- Who hired you?

- It don't matter, Archie.

They beat me, man.

When I was a boy in New Orleans,
there was this restaurant

that all the white folks would go to.

It was real nice,
Archie, I mean real nice.

They had candles on the table, man.

There was fancy, fancy
pictures on the wall.

They had this man who stood at the door.

With a brown paper bag.

He'd hold it up, and if you
were darker than the bag,

you couldn't get in.

I promised myself I'd get into that place.

But now I know that no matter how rich,

or famous I get,

they ain't lettin' me in.

- Just tell me what
happened, I gotta know.

- You can't help me,
Archie, can't nobody help.

- Ennis, no!

Ennis was somebody I looked up to.

The truth was, I wanted
to be just like him.

Whatever secret he had,
he took with him to hell.

I thought about Ennis's neighbors
havin' to wash the blood

off his walls, but it didn't
make me feel any better.

- I was talkin' to this
girl at the bar last night.

Skinny girl from Alabama.

She had on these glasses
and hair in a little bun,

like a little poodle.

I was waitin' for her to bark,
so I could buy her a drink.

Then I remembered I had
a bone in my pocket.

That's a cheap date out here
in California.

- Whatever it is,

it's gonna be all right.

- I'm just tryin' to be
somebody, be a good man.

- You are a good man, Archie.

It's just, you're chasing a dream,

when the best thing in life
is right in front of you.

I gotta go to work.

- Look like you're havin' a
rough time there, young bud.

You know about the three seats
of power in this country?

There's three.

You got Wall Street, controls the money.

You got the White House,
controls the military.

And you got those who control our images.

You know who controls the image?

Hollywood.

That's who controls your image, young bud.

- My man, Archie Glass.

How Hollywood treatin' you, baby?

- Not good.

But I'm still on my feet, you?

- Man, you know me, just giggin' around.

Was up in San Francisco last week.

Tomorrow, down in San Diego.

Tryin' to stay two steps
ahead of that devil.

- Well, you better stay
the hell away from me,

'cause he's nippin' at my ass.

- Archie, I heard
you lookin' for Mona Lane.

- Yeah?

What about it?

- Man, I saw her in the back
room and she is messed up.

At least, she looks that way.

Archie Glass.

- She was a dead ringer for Mona.

I know she had something
to do with all of this.

- A lot of people think I look like her.

- Where is she?

- He tried to kill me.

- Who?

- I don't know his name.

Just some fella I met last
week at the High Hat Bar.

He wasn't as good-lookin' as you, daddy.

- What did he say?

- Said we were goin' to his
friend's place, score some junk.

- What happened
when you got there?

- There was nobody there.

No friend, no junk.

Then he took a gun out
and tried to shoot me.

I bit him on the hand
and got out of there.

- This man that tried to
kill you, where does he live?

- Took me into a house.

In Venice, close to the water.

Yeah, it had red shutters.

And a round window on the front door.

Like a ship.

- What you want, mister?

- Evenin', brother.

I'm Deacon Lovechild from the most holy

First Baptist Church of Compton.

Sorry to bother you.

I know you must have been
helping yourself to some dinner,

but I wanna talk to you
about the lord Jehovah.

- I don't know nothin' about that!

- I just wanna save your soul, brother.

- My soul don't need no savin',

but y'all's might, if you
don't get off my porch!

- Perhaps it'd be better if I
talked to lady of the house?

- Perhaps if you don't
get the hell outta here,

before you get hurt.

- O'Neal, it's me.
- Glass.

Damn it, where the hell have you been?

- Shut up and listen, I'm
standin' across the street

from a house in Venice on Pacific Avenue.

I think Mona's on the inside.
- Are you sure?

- No, I'm not sure.

But I tried to get a look on
the inside, I didn't see much.

You better get down here
now before they leave.

- Don't let
them out of your sight.

I don't care what Wingate
may have promised you.

If you let them get away,
I will bust you up bad.

I'll put you under the jail.

- Hello?

Archie?

Archie, is that you?

- I just wanna say I'm sorry, Sandra.

I should had done right by you.

- Archie.

- Yeah.

- You never told me
what you went to jail for.

- Yeah, I did.

- No, you didn't.

Tell me.

- I killed a man.

The truth is, I was just a dumb nigga,

in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But that's not important.

- Tell me what's important.

- Makin' it, baby.

Seein' myself on the screen.

I want people to see me.

If I can't do that, then
I'm just another dumb nigga.

- I knew they'd send somebody.

What'd they offer you?

I knew they'd send somebody.

What'd they offer you?

- Don't do it.

Don't do it.

I can't believe it.

I didn't think I would ever find you folk.

You'll be back at your
penthouse in no time,

with all your Hollywood friends.

Nobody will ever know this happened.

You get to go home, I get
to be back in the movies.

That's right, I'm an actor.

Nothin' like you, but who knows?

Maybe someday, someday...

Hey.

If I were you, I would be celebrating.

- Celebrating what?

You killed him.

You killed Tweet.

- Wingate said you were kidnapped,
he showed me the letter.

- He showed you a letter?

You like to pretend to be other people?

Me too.

Growing up in Kansas, we
were just poor white trash.

I would dream about getting away.

Guess that's how I wound up here.

But this town, it ain't right.

They wanted to use me and cut
me up into a million pieces.

But Tweet, he was somehow different.

He was the first Negro...

The first man to treat me good.

- You and Tweet were
together this whole time?

- We tried to keep it a secret,
but I knew it wouldn't be

long before the studio found
out, so we decided to run away.

- You were gonna run away
from being a movie star?

- Crazy?

All your hopes and dreams.

I guess your dreams don't mean much,

if you got nobody to share them with.

We were gonna take the
money and go someplace

where it didn't matter who you were.

It was Tweet's idea to
fake the kidnapping.

Make it look real so that
Wingate would pay the ransom.

Instead, he sent you.

- That's right.

I used you to get to her.

And I would do it again if I had to.

You see, when you sign a contract
with a studio, we own you.

The studio decides what
color your hair is.

The studio decides what movies you make.

And the studio decides who
you're seen with in pubic.

All to sell the people
an all-American image.

And America is not ready for a movie star

who is married to a nigger.

- You lied to me and told me
she was in some kinda trouble.

- She was in trouble, and I saved her.

You saved her.

From a life of despair and disgrace.

- I don't like being lied to.

- What difference does it make

whether you knew the truth or not?

You came to me, remember?

You wanted to be a star.

Well, now you can.

And don't worry, Mr. Glass.

I intend to keep my promise to you.

For your remarkable service to me,

you've earned a part in one of my films.

And as for Mona,

who allowed herself to be
dragged through the mud,

I'll clean her up.

And just in case you're,

gettin' any ideas of changing
the terms of our agreement,

forget it.

If I'm willin' to do this to her,

just think what I'd be
willin' to do to you.

- No.

Get your hands off of me.

Get away from him!

Get away.

- I knew when
I punched Jack Wingate,

I would never work as an
actor in this town again.

It didn't matter, there
are plenty of others left

to play Sambos in the movies.

Not me.

- There is no place in this town

that I won't be able to find you.

I own you.

I created Mona Lane.

You were nothing but a
freckle-faced farm girl

when you came to me.

You go ahead and run, but
I'll be right behind you.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

It ain't the first time
I got my ass kicked.

You really loved Tweet?

- I mean, you heard him play.

Of course I loved him.

Where are you gonna take me?

- Outta this damn town.

Thank you very much.

The next train to Kansas
City leaves in half an hour.

- What will you do?

- Stay here, I guess.

I got no other place to go.

- My real name's Mary Hayden.

- Come on.

- Are you Mona?

Can I have your autograph?

I saw your last picture,
it was a real ride.

Thank you so much!

- Hey, Mona, where you been?

Everybody's been lookin' for ya.

Hey, come on, Mona,
what's the big deal?

- A nigger?

You've been sleeping with a nigger, Mona?

- Just let me get one more.

- Jimmy!

Jimmy, calm down.

- You want me to calm down,

when you've been sleeping with a nigger?

Go and play her.

- I just stayed there, watching
her bleed on the ground.

There was nothing I could do.

Just thought that somebody
should tell the truth,

about what really happened.

- Dad.

Dad.

I love you.

But you think of yourself as a black man,

and I, I think of myself as a man.