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(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Mr. Simms? Yes.

Mr. Beach is this way.

MR. BEACH: And I think, on the next model,

the guns should be even bigger.

Yeah. Again, sir, these are not your standard guns. These are lasers.

I like bigger. People like bigger.

Yes, but what I'm trying to explain to you...

Bigger!

Mr. Beach?

I'm busy. I'm busy, Kelly, explaining to Grant the importance of "big."

You know, on second thought, why don't you explain it?

I mean, as a woman, you certainly have

a firm grasp on why big is preferred.

KELLY: (CLEARS THROAT) Sir, Mr. Diomedes Simms is here.

You're not what I was expecting.

I assure you, sir, no one tells stories as well as I.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, yes. Yes, yes.

Your kind are particularly accomplished liars, aren't they?

MR. SIMMSI Oh?

You know about my kind?

Oh, Mr. Simms, my prisons are filled with your kind.

Surely, not because of any issues with an unjust application of "just us."

Look, I'm the largest builder and owner of private prisons in this oountry,

and I can tell you, your brothers and sisters

make up an enormous part of my profits.

Hmm. Mmm.

Kelly, how long until that press conference?

Just a couple of hours, sir.

Shit. Shit.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

You've got 10 minutes to impress me.

Grant, explain to Simms why he's here.

Yes. Right away.

Sir, we are in the last stage before full production

of what I can only refer to as

a sentient robot.

MR. BEACH: The Robo-Patriot, the future of American security.

MR. SIMMS: A robot police force? That I own and control.

You ever hear of Al? That's "artificial intelligence."

Oh, I see artificial intelligence all the time.

Well, I call it...

I call it. I, Grant. I call it.

Mr. Beach calls it RI, "real intelligence."

You see, because it can learn from firsthand experience,

but like a person, it can also learn from secondhand experienoe,

so stories, fables, tales. That's where you come in.

Hmm.

That's right. You're here to tell it tales

so that it has an even broader base from which to assess

who is worthy of detention, jail, even execution.

Execufion? Well, that sounds so final,

and not nearly as lucrative as indefinite incarceration.

Some things I do are just because it's the right thing.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Indeed. Indeed.

But let's hear one of those stories

that I'm supposed to be willing to write you a check for.

GRANT: Great. We're already linked into the robot and recording, sir.

Let's see. Something to make your creation

choose the correct individual for incarceration.

Yes. Well, there are so many possibilities.

Give me a theme.

Well, let's pull one from the headlines.

Now, since I already have so many black lives

filling the beds of my facilities,

how about Black Lives Matter?

Of course. Of course.

Now this is the story of criminal behavior,

and how one particular black life mattered.

I call it, "Good Golly."

(LAUGHS)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

ZOE: What? What is he talking about?

Oh, my gosh. Where are we goin'?

This is it! Zoe! Zoe, look! This is it!

Your stupid brother is still hiking.

It's like we're not even on the same vacation.

Oh, come on. We will catch up with him later. Let's go.

Can you believe I found it? Ready?

ZOE: ldonfihkethelooks of this place.

AUDREY: It'll be fun! Come on.

(BOTH CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

Huh.

(READING)

Wait! "God bless this hell"? Jesus, do we really have to do this?

It's cool! God blessed it.

Okay, this is crazy.

AUDREY: Not as crazy as that!

Ah! Zoe, look! (LAUGHS)

No, that is insane.

Huh.

"Coon Chicken lnn."

Okay, so this is the door that people came in through when they wanted some chicken.

The Colonel's chicken make you wanna lick your fingers,

but that guy, he's licking you.

And this? This is like, what?

FLOYD: You find that amusing?

Well, yeah, actually. I mean, who looks like that?

FLOYD: Who indeed.

Slave masters used to brand their property with a hot iron,

but as we became free men and women,

America needed a new way to mark its property,

a new way to control the negro, keep him in his place.

So instead of hot coals and metal,

they used pen, paint and ink.

No branding iron necessary.

Come this way.

Lazy, shiftless, gluttonous, lying,

over-sexed, ugly, violent, stupid.

And this way, the American nigger/negro

became the first true corporate brand.

(RAGTIME BLUES MUSIC PLAYING)

Yeah, this country used to be just really messed up.

No doubt.

Better now, is it?

Well, I mean we're friends, so...

Since grade school, so...

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah.

We should go.

Uh, do you have any gollys?

UGollysu?

Yeah, like this?

Hey! Careful.

I was just leaning against a chair.

Yeah, Zoe. Careful.

That c:hair's made from the sacred wood of a slave ship.

The grain is a product of the blood

shed by men and women who were beaten and died

chained within its bowels as it traversed the Middle Passage.

That was like the black holocaust.

And, duh!

The entire American slave experience was a holocaust, which,

I might add, continues today.

Its dark repercussions keep bearing fruit.

Can we please go?

About the gollys, the golliwogs...

Um, I heard you had golliwogs for sale?

This is a museum. Nothing is for sale!

Oh, but...

Aw! He looks just like my first.

Hi, Golly. My little Golly Gee.

How about 800?

Others have offered thousands,

and I tell them all the same... No.

This doll in particular has been through too much.

It's carried over 1 O0 years of racism in its small, delicate frame,

a racism created in America

that's traveled to England, Australia and beyond.

Okay, well, my great gran had a collection and she started me collecting,

so honestly, I don't really see it as racist,

just a warm, comforting part of my childhood.

Mammy slaves also gave white children comfort in their childhoods.

Cradling them, feeding them from their swollen, bruised tits

as their own babies were sold, raped or otherwise neglected.

As comforting as they were,

I don't think you should have a mammy to play with either.

For God sakes, it's a doll.

It's a tool,

an instrument of manipulation that kills the spirit of who we really are

by presenting the lie others wish to see.

Is being your comfort any better than being your slave,

or are they the same?

Okay, seriously! This is just ridiculous.

Black rappers call themself "nigger" all the time,

and I can't even have a cute little black doll?

Your friend's whiteness is showing.

Well, she's kind of right, isn't she?

No. That doll is the reason

many black men and women still call themselves "niggers."

They, too, have accepted the branding.

Marshall McLuhan was right.

"The medium is the message," and the message has taken hold.

This poor misshapen creature

was given life by a white English woman

and nurtured on the tit of racism.

A foul aberration that refuses to die

as new generations resuscitate its tortured soul.

Trust me. This doll will bring no comfort.

It's filled with all the pain and torment 1 O0 years of hate can produce.

It may give you what you want, but not how you want it.

Good day, ladies.

Let's go.

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

So, this is where the doll is?

I can't believe you talked me into this.

Oh, come on. You hated that old guy even more than I did.

So, can you get us in?

You're kidding me.

Locks from old buildings like this are practically from the Stone Ages.

Well, go do your thing.

Done. AUDREY: Piece of cake.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

God, your brother is such a felon.

Yeah, I know.

You weren't complaining last night when I "fell in" to your you-know-what.

Shut up. Nasty.

Mmm!

I'm 00min' for that ass, girl.

(PHILLIP SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(PHILLIP AND ZOE LAUGHING)

Stop.

What is all this stuff?

Basically a museum of fucked-up history.

Yeah.

Oh, cool.

ZOE: What?

It's a whippin' post. You know,

like where if I was your masta',

I'd tie up and punish your pretty black ass

for not obeying my every perverted white-man desire.

Oh.

I'm so scared, big daddy.

Hi there, Golly Gee.

Aw! Are you tired of being locked in there?

Let me get you out.

Okay, how do I get you out?

Guess I'll just have to bring this whole thing back to the hotel with me

and get you out of this backwards town.

PHILLIP: Better turn around, girl.

I'm gonna warm them cheeks up, and then I'm gonna storm them cheeks.

You're so nasty, daddy!

Okay, ew! You guys, I do not want to hear your sicko sex talk.

Uh, you fucked my brother first.

Yeah, and we had to listen to how he used to call you his "snow white ho."

Disgusting. My brother was your nasty black golliwog.

Whatever!

Yeah, it looks like payback is my bitch.

Oh!

ZOE: Get it off me!

Are you okay? Are you okay?

(MOANS)

Oh!

Guys!

It's not like you're gonna need the glass anyway.

Yeah, and it's probably a good thing we broke some stuff

or steal some other stuff. Otherwise, it's gonna be pretty obvious

who stole it if the only thing missing is that stupid doll!

He is not stupid! He is a cuddly cutie.

Isn't that right, Golly Gee?

Golly?

Hey, look at this.

Golly? The Three Little Gollies.

Ooh!

Let me see. Where are you, Golly?

ZOE: "One time, three adventurous golliwogs,

"Golly, Woggie and Nigger

"chose to go for a walk to Bumblebee Lane.

"Golly wasn't ready, so Woggie and Nigger decided they would begin without him,

"allowing Golly to catch up as soon as he could."

AUDREY: Golly?

ZOE: "So off went Woggie and Nigger,

"arm-in-arm spiritedly singing their favorite song,

"which you may have guessed was 10 Little Nigger Boys."

That's kinda racist. Yeah.

AUDREY: Golly?

PHILLIP: LOOK at this.

Golliwog Goes to Hell.

Are you serious? Yeah. Hold on. Wait.

“A

"a nog, wake up, Golliwog.

"Make some golly fun and 'den go right back to sleep again."

ZOE: That's it?

Yeah, the rest of the pages are just blank.

ZOE: What?

(GASPS)

There you are, Golly! Hi.

Audrey? You're bleeding.

ZOE: Did you get cut from the glass?

I don't think so.

It's the doll. It's the doll! What?

(CREAKING)

Run!

No!

(CACKLING)

AUDREY: There's no need for that, Golly Gee.

Don't you know that you were always my favorite?

Hey, don't you know that I love you?

Can't you just love me?

Can't we just love each other?

Huh?

(AUDREY MOANING AND GIGGLING)

FLOYD: Childbirth is often a joyous occasion.

But I don't believe you're gonna make it through this pregnancy.

Oh, what do we have here?

You're ready to pop.

(FLOYD LAUGHING)

I promise I'll bury you next to your brother and your friend.

I don't care if I die, but for the sake of the baby,

I should give birth in a hospital!

Sorry, you can't leave. How could I ever explain this?

Goodbye, Audrey.

It's time for you to bear the fruit of your passion.

(CHUCKLES EVILLY)

(AUDREY SOBBING) (FLOYD CONTINUES LAUGHING)

(SCREAMS)

No, please!

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(sesame)

I love you, my gollies.

On, baby.

Fuckin' white women and havin' babies.

But how dare they call you a stereotype?

You're just their creation they designed you to be.

(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

(BABIES POPPING OUT)

COMPUTER VOICE: The tale has been successfully stored

in the Patriot's memory.

(MR. BEACH LAUGHING)

Well, Mr. Simms, entertaining, and I guess she got what was coming to her.

Yes, the offspring of evil intent will always find fertile ground

to bear its bitter fruit.

That was a good story, Simms, and, yes, the doll got stolen,

but do you have anything more to the point from a criminal standpoint?

How about a story about gangsters?

Gangsters, yes!

Now that's something the Robe-Patriot could go after to protect America,

and fill my prisons.

Well, this story begins as many tales in the hood do,

with a violent beatdown.

I don't know what you talkin' about.

Ooh! Goddamn! Hey, you see the sweat fly off his head?

Now see, that's some 'ol George Foreman Thrilla In Manila shit right there!

Nah, that's Rumble in the Jungle, Booze. Ali kicked Frazier's ass in Manila,

like this!

(LAUGHING)

Ooh! Goddamn.

"Down goes Frazier! The champ is down! The champ is out!

"Only four minutes left in the fight! How do you feel, Champ?"

(GROANING) (MOCK GROANING)

"ls what he said, ladies and gentlemen!"

"Mike Tyson has been knocked out!"

"Cliff Bettie, super-pimp,

"the Heidi Fleiss of the hood!" (LAUGHS)

You don't look pretty now, you sorry ho-running motherfucker!

(LAUGHS)

Now, Cliff,

I know you want to prove that you got some big-ass brass balls.

I know.

And I know you don't want to get punked out,

but these fools havin' too much fun fuckin' you the fuck up, playa.

Believe that!

Now why don't you just go ahead... No, look at me.

Go ahead on, tell us where you got that $5 million hid at so,

while ya still got some face left to lose, man.

Now don't try and deny it no more.

I'm way harder to fool than the IRS, boy, and I know...

I know where you got all these fancy-ass cars from.

Listen to me. That money is for my foundation.

"Foundation"?

Whatcha building?

I'm not a pimp anymore. I gave all that up.

I had what you call a revelation.

This nigga had an "e-pimp-phany."

Man, that nigga lyin'!

I'm a legitimate businessman now.

I got seven full franchises, three car washes and one supermarket,

all creating jobs in the community.

Come on, man. We got so many people trying to keep us down,

we need to be lifting each other up right now,

so the next generation don't have to live like this.

We gotta stop with this killing each other in the streets, man.

That money that you're trying to take is for my charitable foundation.

We're gonna open two magnet schools

and give scholarships to poor black kids so they can get up out of this hellhole.

Damn.

Damn, shit, I ain't know that.

So you're trying to give back to the community

and change lives and shit?

Like turn all that dirt you done into good deeds?

Exacfly. We all could do some good work.

I don't give a fuck about none of that bleedin' heart bullshit, nigga!

I'm in this world to get mine.

Fuck your United Nigger College Fund,

and fuck them kids!

They want to make some real money, send 'em to me.

Have 'em selling dope on the street and make all the money they need.

Shoot, start talkin' or finish dyin', nigga.

(GRUNTS)

Come on, come on, come on. There you go. There you go.

Okay. Okay.

He said okay? "Okay"?

(ALL GRUNTING MOCKINGLY)

Now that's smart.

I knew we'd eventually beat some sense into your ass.

Now go on and tell me where you got your little secret cash stash hid at.

You know that sorry-ass ho-house I used to run over on Seventh?

Yeah.

On the top floor, way in the back,

I got the nastiest crack ho in the city.

No pride at all.

Do anything to anybody.

Rumor is Animal Control uses her blood to put down rabid dogs.

So what about her?

That's your momma!

I hid the money in her snatch.

He's a funny motherfucker right here.

Yeah, nigga? Yeah, nigga? In her fuckin' snatch, huh?

You ain't sayin' nothin', bitch!

I'll bet you gonna do nothin'.

Fuckin' Chill, bitch!

Chill! Chill! Man, get off me!

Chill, bro.

Nigga, 'dat shit was funny!

You gonna tell rne this fool fuokin' around with a regular lady now?

Yep. A singer, named Sandra Blake.

What kinda pimp falls in love with a bitch that ain't even a ho?

You know where she be at?

Yeah, she'll be at the club down the street.

Yeah? Yeah.

What she look like? Bro, she bad as fuck, man.

Hmm. So we take that bitch and run,

you think this nigga gonna fuckin' start talkin' or what?

Yo, he got to talk. He in love with her, man.

A pimp in love.

Man, whatchu go and do that for? That wasn't smart.

That wasn't smart. You know that nigga crazy.

(LAUGHS)

BQy, you crazy.

(LAUGHS)

Nigga, you...

Nigga, what the fuck's so funny?

What the fuck you laughin' at?

I was just thinkin'

how you real tough now.

Real bad dude.

But I heard you wasn't so hard when you was up in Quentin.

Heard Bobby Sanchez was digging up in your ass on the regular.

Bitch-nigga.

(SPITS AND LAUGHS)

(THUDDING)

Booze, you ignorant-ass motherfucka! VVhatchu hit him that hard for?

Look, man, he was talkin' shit, a'ight?

Look, fuck his punk ass!

"Fuck his punk ass"?

How we gonna find where the money at now, huh,Booze?

He the only one that knew where it was!

What now?

What now? Look, I don't know!

Fuck!

Go.

Take this fool and you dump this nigga body somewhere nobody'll find it.

Think you could do that without fuckin' up?

That something you can handle?

MAN: Good afternoon, everybody.

I want to thank you all for being so patient.

We're running just a few minutes behind right now,

but Mr. Lloyd will be out very shortly, okay?

(AUDIENCE CHATTING)

SUSAN'S SISTER: So, since when do you believe in psychics?

He's on television.

Oh. Oh, okay. So he must be real.

Well, of course. He's on television.

He's very compelling.

Oh, good. Hmm, I'm sure he'll help you a lot.

Well, you know, there were so many things left unsaid

between Frank and I, and I just...

I just want Frank to tell me if he was always faithful.

Are you sure you'd really wanna know all that, Susan?

SUSAN: Oh, that's horrible.

SUSAN'S SISTER: No, I'm not trying to be ugly, but,

you know, this is all about Dallas, isn't it?

You see, I can't talk to you about anything.

You don't like to talk about anything.

Why don't you go to therapy?

SUSAN: That is not making me feel any better. I'm not... Okay, I'm sorry.

All right. Let's do it to it, people, because

concentration is information,

and information is the key to success.

Whoa! Ho ho! Whoa!

I just had an intense vision.

If I don't get good notes today,

I see a bunch of people on the unemployment line tomorrow.

You don't like this job?

Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah.

Too damn bad. You should have been born with talent like me.

Got that, Larry?

LARRY: Yes, sir. Dick. WOMAN: What an asshole.

(AUDIENCE CHATTERING) (BUZZING)

ANNOUNCER: And coming to the stage, John Lloyd!

(MUSIC PLAYING) (CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

You better not fret.

Ladies and gentlemen, I got something to tell you you're not gonna like.

'Cause all of us are gonna die.

But there's no reason to be afraid.

Because this life is just a practice

for a better life that's yet to come.

I've been given a gift so that I may share that gift with you.

We have, in our studio audience today, a woman

named Susan.

(AUDIENCE GASPING)

And she had a husband

named...

Frank. (GASPS) Oh! That's me!

Well, then come on down! Come on down.

Susan, welcome.

Welcome to the show, Susan. Thank you.

You seem a little nervous here. I feel very nervous.

Well, let's give Susan a big hand, make her feel at home.

(AUDIENCE CLAPPING)

Okay. Now, Susan. Susan“.

You were married to Frank? You lost Frank? Mmm-hmm.

You loved him very, very much.

You miss him very, very much.

Yes. Well, I have news for you, Susan.

We're gonna talk to Frank today.

Oh! Butlneed your help, okay?

All right. So now, I want you to think...

Think about Frank, everything about Frank.

How he looked, how he sounded,

what he smelled like,

all right? Everything about Frank.

I want you to take a deep breath

(INHALES DEEPLY)

and place your hands on the orb.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)

(GASPS)

(IN FAKE ACCENT) Susan, where are we?

Frank? Is that you?

Of course, it is, sweetheart.

Oh, Susan.

I miss you. I love you.

(sesame)

Now, there is something you, you want to ask me, isn't there?

About that time you called me at the hotel room in Dallas

and a woman answered the phone?

Yes!

Well, yeah, why didn't you just ask me, sweetheart?

It was just the maid cleaning up the room.

I never cheated on you.

I always loved you. I was a faithful husband. (SOBBING)

(AUDIENCE CLAPPING AND CHEERING)

Yo, Brian, check this shit out, dude. Turn to channel 13.

I'm looking at the solution to all our problems.

Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

That's what we do! That's what we do!

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

JOHN: Coming!

(DOORBELL RINGING) (CONTINUES KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'm comm'.

Oh, my, oh, my, oh, my. Hello.

Well, what can I do for you, miss?

Mr. Lloyd, I'm your biggest fan in the world,

and I wonder if we could talk for a minute?

Of course. Just wait one little minute.

(CHUCKLES SMUGLY)

(EXHALES)

(GUN COCKING)

Dick on, brain off. Never fails. Shit!

Sorry to wake your ass up, Mr. Lloyd, but, uh, we need a favor.

GORE: Yo, I was watching your show.

You was talking to this old lady, right.

And she was crying and shit, like c:ryin', asking about her husband and...

Uh...

Dude, what's his name?

Frank.

"Frank." Right, right.

That shit was crazy, man. And it was like all this stuff...

Hey, we just need you to kick that psychic shit like you do every day, a'ight?

Wait, what was it called when the spooks talk through ya?

Channehng.

"Channeling." He is a motherfuckin' professional.

All right, channeling. I need you to channel Cliff Bettie,

get him to tell us where that money at.

What makes you think that he will tell you now

when he wouldn't tell you when he was alive?

'Cause we got his motherfuckin' bitch now, man.

Shut up! I got this, a'ight?

All right.

But we do got his motherfuc:kin' bitch now. So I figure, look,

if Ghost Cliff don't talk, we just slay her ass.

I don't have anything to do with this!

Aw, Sandra, baby, it's not personal.

I mean, we not monsters. It's just business, a'ight?

What if I told you

that the truth is I cannot talk to dead people?

This motherfucker.

Nice try. Watch your show all the time, man.

We see what you can do.

Besides, if you are a phony,

I figure we just rob the place and murder your ass.

You know, so the night won't be a total loss.

Just askin'.

Good question.

I guess a séance is in order.

Yeah, séance that shit.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) Okay. Well, I have to go to the bathroom for a second.

I'm so fucked.

I am so fucked!

I am so fucked! lam so...

Stop, stop, stop... Stop, stop, John!

John, stop whining. Stop, stop whining.

Stop.

You are a master showman.

You fool 20 million people a week,

you can sure as shit fool a bunch of dumb-ass thugs from the hood!

Now you get out there and you blow them the fuok away.

(WHIMPERS)

(GULPS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

And you call this a party?

Could be.

Okay, I need you all

to concentrate on the red candles at the center cf the table.

And concentrate...

Concentrate on the image of Cliff's face.

Look, all right, man. We gonna do this,

but, hey, but don't try no funny shit, a'ight?

I'm going to count down from 12,

and when I get to the end,

Cliff should

possess my body.

Let's do it.

Twelve.

Eleven.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four

Three.

Two.

One. Oh, my God.

What's going on? What's...

Marvin!

Why the fuck you have to strangle me, Marvin?

I told you I wasn't fuckin' nobody else.

Latasha? Quit lyin', bitch.

Your ass ain't nothin' but old scandalous baldhead-ass ho.

Hey, I know you.

Hey, fugeddaboutit! You're that moolie that shot me on that buy.

You think you're the new king fish? Fugeddaboufifl

Sammy the Shark?

Wait, you full of shit, man. You tried to cheat me!

Booze, how you gonna put a knife in your own cousin's back?

Now, come on, Booze! I...

peewee? What the fuck?

Gore, you're a punk! You had to shoot me in a drive-by

'cause you were too chickenshit to face me straight up, huh?

Why, you're the bloody wanker who carjacked me.

This fool's bringing up every cat we ever did murder.

Hey, we... We just wanna talk to Cliff, man!

I can't believe you motherfuckers had the nerve to bring me back.

Oh, my God.

Baby, is it really you?

Yes, it is.

And you are lookin' fine tonight, sugar.

Welcome back, nigga.

Booze, what the fuck you doin'?

Shut up, nigga! I know what I'm doin'.

Now you gonna tell us where that money at,

or I'm gonna paint the walls with your bitch's brains. Huh? (couens)

You can't do that, Booze, 'cause your gun don't work.

Oh, yeah?

You done fucked with the wrong nigger, huh?

Come on. (GUN CLICKING)

(CHUCKUNG)

(GUN CONTINUES CLICKING)

What the fuck?

(JOHN CONTINUES LAUGHING)

Fuck.

Ain't this a bitch?

You couldn't find me a better body

than this motherfuckin' piece of shit to get me, huh?

(SWITCHBLADE SNAPPING)

I killed you once, I'm about to do it again

with your punk ass, motherfucker.

Oh, Oh, Oh!

Uh-oh.

What the fuck is all this dancin' shit?

Lever tell you what my favorite soul group was?

Huh? From the '70s? What was it, baby?

The Spinners, baby. That's right. The Spinners.

Fuck, man!

(GUNS CLICKING)

Shit.

You kick their fuc:kin' asses for me, papi.

B-dog, what we gonna do?

Nigga, I don't know!

Gore, you always had a big-ass mouth.

Shut the fuck up!

But people who eat glass in glass houses

shouldn't throw stones.

Ugh!

(JOHN LAUGHING)

Fuck!

Damn.

JOHN: Somethin' disagree with your tummy?

They say it's 80% what you eat, baby.

That's right.

Get back, you spawn of Satan! In the name of Christ, I command you!

Put that away! Put it away. Where'd you get religion, boy?

Since Gore showed me Horror of Dracula.

Well, you got two problems with that, nigga.

One, you gotta have faith for that thing to work,

and two, I ain't no vampire, fool!

Next time, try watchin' The Exorcist.

(SCREAMS)

Cliff, chill out, man!

I ain't the one that even killed you! That was Booze, man.

I got this motherfucker to bring you back, huh.

Yeah, and I intend to thank you for that.

Come on now, man. You got a body now, and, you know, he rioh,

richer than a motherfucker, man.

That's a famous-ass white boy right here, man.

Famous-ass nigga!

Come on. You know what kind of life you about to be pimpin' now? Huh?

Shit, as far as I'm concerned, look,

you ain't got nothing to be mad about. Fuck.

That's a good trade. Right?

Except my dick was bigger before.

Aw, man. That shit way overrated, man. Ain't that right, Sandra?

Brian, you never cared about nobody in your life but yourself.

All you cared about is power.

Well, I'm gonna give you all the motherfuckin' power

your greedy-ass heart desires.

How about 500 volts?

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(SANDRA COUGHING)

That stinks, baby!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Why are you talkin' like that?

I got to practice, baby. Ooh! I gots'ta practice.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Sit down! Sit your ass down.

All right, all right. Let's get this party started.

I am the man who gets paid, because I can really talk to dead people.

Now, which one of you motherfuckers wanna go first?

COMPUTER VOICE: The tale has been

successfully stored in the Patriot's memory.

"Who wants to go first?"

Now that's a story the Robe-Patriot could learn from.

I'm glad you liked it. I have more.

Well, I hope it's as good. Excuse me a moment.

Excuse me, Lauren.

Have you got the progress report?

He seems to be close with his employees.

He comes on to all the women who work for him.

You, too?

Me, too. But it is not why I got the promotion.

Why do you Put up with it?

Because I believe in the overall mission. American safety.

Yeah, and making a lot of money.

I'm back. Another story?

Ready to record.

How about one that deals with three favorite human pastimes?

Sex, drugs,

and this crazy idea of bros over hos.

I can't wait to hear this one. Right, Kelly?

(KELLY EXCLAIMS) (MR. SIMMS CHUCKLES)

Well, this one begins as most modern romances do...

With technology.

Hi, Ty. Carmen here with my BFF, Liz.

I told her all about you and your buddy Kahad,

and we're both really excited to hook up with you.

I texted you the address, so we'll see you tonight.

Bye. Bye.

So, you met these babes on Tinder?

Oh, yes, I did. Well, Carmen right there, the one on the right,

I met her on Tinder. We were chattin' up a storm, man.

She asked if I had a good-looking friend for her girl, Liz.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

And I said "No, but I'll bring my boy Kahad."

Fuck you, Ty.

You're lucky you're driving, 'cause I woulda knocked your ass out just now.

Would you? Yeah, tell me that again after tonight,

after you see how much I hooked us up. These girls are smokin'.

Okay! All right. Well, what did you tell them to get 'em so hyped?

I'm an agent and you're a casting director.

I can't believe that keeps working.

Like, that's not hard to check up on at all.

No, it isn't, at all. They are your typical actress,

model, wannabe singer types. It's stupid. It's easy.

Right. They're dumber than rocks, that's what they are.

Literally, and, I mean, people believe what they want to believe,

they hear what they wanna hear,

and I told 'em we were gonna get 'em real big parts.

They gonna get big parts, all right. (BOTHLAUGH)

That's my boy. Yes.

God damn it. You are bad, andlloveit

Can I get an amen? Amen!

You know that!

Nice crib! Yeah.

I thought you said they were wannabes?

Maybe they're trust-fund babes. I don't know. Let's go.

Wannabes'?

(CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

Wow!

Do you fuckin' see this?

Hi, guys! Welcome.

Hello! Come on in.

Is this Mr. Kahad?

Yes, lam.

Baby. What's up, beautiful? HomrwmJdoHf?

So glad you're cute. You look good.

Welcome to our home. Thank you, thank you.

You look amazing. This is nice.

This crib is insane. You guys could throw some sick parties in here.

It's just y'all two livin' here?

Yeah, it's what we're doin' right now.

It only takes four to make a party.

Or three, if you're naughty.

I like that. I wanna be naughty.

Yeah? Yeah, I do.

You wanna be naughty with me?

Hey, here's a crazy idea. You guys wanna play a little game?

"I've got 99 problems, but blank ain't one."

Five.

Four. Three. You're going fast here.

Two. Okay, okay, okay.

One. (IMITATES BUZZER BUZZING)

Okay, okay. What do we have here?

Okay, TY-

"I've got 99 problems, but the chronic ain't one."

"The chronic," ladies. Come on, right? Am I right?

That's what you thought was gonna win?

You can just hand me the card, man.

Agree to disagree?

I don't know about that. Agree to disagree.

Carmen. "I've got 99 problems, but smegma ain't one."

That's right. That is so...

I'm done. What in the world is "smegma"?

I'll show ya later.

What? Nasty.

And, Liz, "I've got 99 problems,

"but doin' the right thing ain't one."

No, it ain't.

You better watch it. You better get your friend.

That's my girl. Own it, baby. Own it.

This round goes to...

Liz.

TY: This is rigged. This game...

That's messed up.

Stop hatin'. Stop. I don't like all that.

All right, all right, all right.

Let's settle, children. Settle.

"A recent laboratory study shows that undergraduates have 50% less sex

"after being exposed to..." Five...

Four . .. Sh“.

LIZ: Three... Two... Ooh, girl.

One... I'm in.

LIZ; All right.

"A recent laboratory study shows that undergraduates have 50% less sex

"after being exposed to... Coat-hanger abortion."

KAHADI Dude.

Oh, don't act like that's too far. Come on.

All right, Kahad.

"A recent laboratory study shows that undergraduates have 50% less sex

"after being exposed to...

"A bleached asshole."

That should get you more play if you're doin' it right, babe.

That was it. I'll give you that.

My girl, Carmen. Yes, baby.

"A recent laboratory study shows that undergraduates have 50% less sex

"after being exposed to... A micro-penis."

Why are you pointing it this way?

TY: Kahad, Kahad, you got your feelings hurtjust now, man?

Wait, why you... Don't... Hey, hey.

CARMEN: Yeah. Super defensive. ltty-bitty.

Hey, don't say that too loud. You're gonna hurt Kahacfs feehngs.

Hey, once you go this way, you ain't goin' back, all right?

LIZ: We'll see, honey.

And the winner is...

My girl, Carmen.

Wait, wait. That beat bleached assholes?

TY: This is rigged. Afraid so.

Yeah, that beat bleached assholes? KAHADI Really?

Super defensive. TY: You're getting really defensive, man.

CARMEN: So, Ty tells me you cast a lot of blockbusters.

What's it like to work with Marvel?

Um...

Well, they're really open to all of my opinions.

In fact, I'm the one who suggested Chris Pratt for Guardians.

Wow. That's very cool!

KAHAD: I have a fourth eye for spottin' talent.

My third eye's for spottin' beautiful women like you two.

TY: All right, ladies.

After a performance like that, you deserve a drink.

Ooh. Thank you. Thank you.

All right, let's make a toast.

To not, sweaty nights spent howling at the moon.

I like that. OW!

Whoo!

Mine tastes kinda funny.

Mine, too.

God damn, these babes are gorgeous.

KAHAD: Oh, my God. I want the one with the curly hair.

All right. Don't get ahead of yourself,

'cause I'mma have both first, and then you gonna have your turn, all right?

Wait, no. I'm not about to have your sloppy seconds.

Dude, that's all you ever get.

Okay. Okay, so that's what we gonna do? We gonna flip a ooin, okay?

Okay. That's what we gonna do.

I have been in a room just like this before with that chick Ilsa.

I bet you these girls are into bondage and BDSM and all sorts of freaky shit.

They probably like what we're about to do to 'em.

Well, maybe we should look around, find their whips and chains.

Damn, Kahad. What kind of man ties up and beats unconscious women?

You need to look at yourself. I'm just sayin'.

Dang, you're right. Yeah.

It is kinda sick, isn't it? We should just fuck 'em.

That's my boy right there. Show some class.

All right. Look. I want you to frame in, focus on her tits,

and then we're gonna pan over right here.

No, what I want you to do is not tell me how to do my job.

I'm the director here, okay?

Focus on the tits, all right?

All right, man. We are...

Set.

TY: We ready?

Uh...

Yeah, I don't know. It's... I don't know.

What did you do?

It's broken. I didn't do nothin'...

The same thing I've been doing the past several times.

Okay. Watch, I'm gonna fix it.

(HISSING)

(BOTH HISSING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

They're vampires. Vampires!

Nah, bullshit! These bitches must think it's Halloween.

Trick or treat.

Trick or treat.

Give us something warm to drink.

Give us something warm to drink.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Okay. Bring it the fuck on!

Yeah, come on!

(GROANING)

Go, go, go! Get up! Get up, Ty! Get up!

Let's go! Go, 90, 9°!

I'm going! I'm going!

Let's get the fuck outta here!

TY: No, get off! Get off!

(GASPING)

(GROANING)

What is this? Where is this?

Oh, shit! Where the hell are we,

and what the fuck are those guys?

TY; What the fuck?

I don't know, but I don't wanna find out.

Let's get outta here.

I'm not feelin' too good at all, man.

Me neither, man. Those bitches practically drained us dry.

CARMEN: We thought you two would never wake up.

Why are you doing this to us? What do you want?

Isn't it obvious?

We're a pair of predators who do our hunting on the Internet just like you.

LIZ: But most of our stud-morsels

have the good manners to shrivel up and die

after we feed.

But some turn,

and we can't just let them run loose in the streets.

It wouldn't be very discreet.

LIZ: So we keep them locked down here.

Starving with bloodlust. (LAUGHS)

It would be sad, if they hadn't all been such rotten little fuckers.

Look, look. We will not tell anybody,anybody!

Just let us go, okay?

Just let us fucking go. I think I'm gonna be sick.

Shut the fuck up, man!

We like to give them the leftovers.

Stop, no! No! Do not do this!

Please! No, please don't! Please don't!

(GATE BUZZES OPEN)

No! No! Don't kill me!

Ty! Ty! Ty, help! Ty! Hey, get off! No! Dude, get off of me!

(SCREAMING)

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

COMPUTER VOICE: The tale has been

successfully stored in the Patriot's memory.

Poor bastards.

MR. SIMMSI Really?

Sounds like the Robe-Patriot won't be going after rapists.

Like hell it won't.

You do understand that aliens crossing our borders,

so many of them criminals, rapists...

We are providing the answer.

But those young guys'? Hormones. Hmm.

Boys will be boys. I mean, they have to be to become men. Am I right, Grant?

Yeah, boys have to become men, right?

You agree, Kelly?

Here's the thing.

Some women, far from virtuous, if you get my meaning.

Yes, virtue.

MR. BEACH: Yeah. Yeah, and anyone who says that all women

are bastions of virtue,

don't understand shit.

(YELLING)

The shit!

No, Mr. Beach, they do not understand the shit!

They do not understand the shit at all.

In fact, no one really understands the shit.

Do we have time for another tale?

Stay back here, boy.

(KNOCKING)

You got two boys from Chicago here?

Yes, sir.

I want the one that did all the talking down in Money.

Yes, sir.

Better turn on those lights, Preacher.

(DOOR CREAKS SHUT)

Can't, sir. Electricity's out.

You the nigger that did the talkin'?

Yeah.

Don't you "yeah" me, boy.

I'll blow your head off.

Put your clothes on.

You gonna do what I said, boy?

(GASPS)

You Okay?

Our baby kicking? It was that boy again.

Emily, it's just a dream. We talked about this.

He's not sure we deserve this baby.

What? Of course we deserve it.

Baby, I have this feeling he wants to take it away.

This time will be different.

What did Dr. Gwinett say at your last visit? "Everything looks fine."

That was last week.

Well, I'll give him a oall to oome over first thing tomorrow, okay?

For now, I just want you to close your eyes,

clear your mind,

think about how beautiful this baby is gonna be.

Go back to sleep.

No.

No, he'll just be there waiting for me.

And then...

(sesame)

He's gonna be here.

Emily, get back in bed.

(EMILY CONTINUES CRYING)

Please! Just leave him!

Please.

Just leave him! Please.

Can't you just leave him?

He ain't got good sense. He didn't know what he was doin'.

Don't take him.

MILAM: Just your shoes.

I don't wear shoes without socks.

Please. I will pay you gentlemen for whatever damages,

if you would just leave him here.

How much you got?

MILAM: You best be gettin' back to bed.

I mean, I wanna hear springs.

In fact, all you niggers need to go back to sleep.

(sesame)

MILAM: You know anybody here?

No, sir. I don't know you.

How old are you?

Sixty-four.

Well, if tomorrow you deoide you know somebody here,

you're not gonna live to be 65.

Now, get inside,

if you want to live to see another sunrise.

Well, it happened again last night.

Well, I tried that, but...

Okay.

(SIGHS) Yeah, I appreciate it. Whatever you can do.

As soon as you can get here. Thank you.

How is she? How's Emily?

Well, she finally went to sleep.

I just got off the phone with Dr. Gwinett.

He's on his way.

You know I don't think all this activity is doing her any good.

Momma, let's not do this today, okay?

I told you she doesn't need to be worrying about a campaign.

You wouldn't be saying that if I was throwin' support behind Jenkins.

It's only because it's Cotton.

True. I don't understand you supporting a race-baiting bastard like William Cotton.

But no matter who it was, I would be saying something,

because she needs rest.

You remember last year.

Yeah, I remember. I was there in the room.

I'm just saying, another loss will destroy her.

You don't think I realize that? You don't think I care?

Well, you must got a pretty low opinion aboutyourson.

For God sakes, Momma, it was my child, too!

Then, damn it, Henry, act like it.

If I were you,

I'd apologize to Mr. Bryant.

Maybe you'd get off with just a bit of a beatin'.

If you cared about your child's future,

your wife's or my future, you wouldn't be supporting Cotton.

That man wants to close down 10 more voting locations,

all of them in black districts.

No,no,no,aH in Democratic districts,

and I'm a Republican. Why you putting race into it?

"Putting"?

He's purposely making it harder for black people to vote.

Race is already in it.

No, it doesn't have to be.

You and Daddy raised me to work hard, get ahead and beat the odds.

Daddy said singles don't mean a damn thing.

Black man's gotta hit a home run if he wants to score,

and that's what I'm doing.

Not everybody can hit a home run.

I bet William Cotton and every one of those racist fools he appeals to

can't hit one either.

William Cotton's about to be governor. That's a home run.

It is not a home run when you're born on third base.

Momma. What the hell is she doin'?

Emily?

Emily, shouldn't you stay in bed until Dr. Gwinett gets here?

He's having doubts.

Who's having doubts? About what?

The boy. He's having doubts about dying.

And if he doesn't die, he's gonna oome right out of those woods. I need to...

No, no, no. Nobody's gonna take our baby, okay?

I do feel a presence.

Momma, please! Stop!

Can't you see she's wound up enough?

Now listen, both of you. Nobody's out there,

and no one's gonna touch our baby, all right?

Let's go back inside. Dr. Gwinett'll be here in a minute.

Come on. It's okay.

DR. GWINETT: Emily, the baby seems to be just fine.

You're sure? Yes.

But do yourself and your baby a favor and stay in bed.

And if things aren't better by tomorrow,

you come by my office. Good?

Yeah.

Keep an eye on her. Okay.

What about the dreams?

Pregnancy can do odd things with body chemistry, hormones.

They're just dreams. Like I used to tell my children,

think of something really wonderful as you drift off.

That often does the trick.

So you mean she shouldn't even come downstairs

for the fundraiser this evening?

I'm telling you she shouldn't leave thatbed.

All right. Thanks, Martin.

DR. GWINETT: Anytime, Henry.

You think Dr. Gwinett is right, Momma Bradley?

I just need to think good thoughts?

I don't know, but I know someone who might.

Momma, where you goin'?

I need you to stay with Emily while I deal with this fundraiser.

You watch her until I get back,

and to hell with that damn fundraiser!

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(GENERAL CHATTER)

Excuse me. Excuse me. Thank you, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please.

First of all, we'd like to thank you for coming out.

But for now, I want to introduce the man of the hour, Mayor, soon to be governor,

William Cotton.

(ALL CLAPPING)

Thank you, Henry. Appreciate that. Yes, sir.

Thank you very much. Appreciate you coming out.

I'd like to thank Henry again for this

fine event at this beautiful fabulous home he's got here.

What a place. What a place.

And take a look at this. Takes you back in time, doesn't it?

Goes well with my campaign slogan,

"Let's take Mississippi back,"

to the core values we've always had here in the South.

(SCATTERED CLAPPING)

And to have a man like Henry,

who in his past would have been serving this party instead of hosting it...

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Anyway, anyway, now Henry has this fine plantation home,

and a very fine, and a very white wife, as I recall.

Where is she, anyway, Henry?

She's feeling a little tired, sir. The pregnancy and all.

Well, we'll let that little lady rest.

I imagine it's big work carrying around all that extra weight.

It makes me glad I got an outie instead of an innie,

if you catch my meaning.

(LAUGHTER)

The thing is... Thing is, Henry, his beautiful white wife,

this fine home, only goes to prove

that we have moved past all that racial rigmarole.

Times have changed, my friends. Times have changed.

(CAR DOORS SHUTTING)

MILAM: Get on the post, boy.

I've got him. I've got him.

Now, boy,

you ain't got the right to half look at a white woman,

much less whistle at one.

I do all the time back home. Well, you ain't back home.

Down here, a nigger's gonna respect a white man and his woman.

I'm not respecting anyone that's not respecting me.

And that's all there is to that.

Chicago,

would you please apologize to the man so maybe he take it easy on ya?

You shut up, boy! That's right, boy!

I don't need one nigger tellin' another nigger how to obey me.

I can do that on my own.

WILLIAM: Them that want to get ahead can get ahead.

Them that want to vote

can get their lazy ass off the sofa they bought with a welfare check,

sign up for an ID and go to a voting booth,

on a proper weekday, to vote!

Closing a few polling locations

does not mean that we're trying to keep the blacks from voting. No, sir.

We just trying to be efficient.

After all, we're all the same party, right?

Indeed we are, sir.

It doesn't have to be about race,

when it can be about money.

And I'm gonna take all your money here tonight...

(ALL LAUGHING)

...to ensure our victory in the fall so we can take Mississippi back

to the values that made this state great.

Now, I don't know what kind of poison they feedin' niggers up North

to make 'em act the way you do.

But down here, you're either gonna be a good nigger

or a dead one.

I'll die like a man before I live like a nigger.

You uppity...

You sure that's the way you want it, boy? I'm a reasonable man.

I ain't ever beat no nigger before.

So I'm gonna give you one more chance

to make the right decision.

HENRY: Rousing speech, sir. I see a lot of checkbooks open.

Yeah, money's important, Henry. But not near as important

as you remembering how to vote on closing those polling locations, Councilman.

Now, we need you to get out front,

take some of the heat off of your less civic-minded relative.

Now you do that, and I'll see to it that you get the mayor's office,

when I get the governor's mansion.

I'm honored, sir. EMILY: He's going to live!

HENRY; Emily!

Hold on, hold on. We all know what happened last time. It'll be all right.

Henry, he's decided to live.

Emily, we all happy to know your baby done decided to live.

That boy from the fields has decided to live,

and if he does, it will kill this baby.

Emily!

HENRY; Emily!

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

No, he's out there. He's in that field.

No, lWill kill him. I'll kill him myself.

Emily!

I see you!

He's right... He's right there, Henry.

Emily, there's nobody there.

He's killing our baby.

Please, sweetie. Just put down the knife. The baby's fine.

No, Henry, look. No!

See? It's getting smaller.

He's killing our baby.

HENRY: There's no one there!

You go back and die!

What? No. Please.

No, wait. No, Henry. He's there! He has to die.

No, he has to die! He has to die!

HENRY: It's all right. Just come inside.

Thanks for nothin', Momma.

Give us a minute.

Emmett?

I brought up some tea and a little fruit.

He can see him, can't he?

He ought to see something. He been out there all night.

I do believe he can.

I knew it.

Are you good?

I can't believe you brought that crazy voodoo man over here.

Made me look like a damn fool in front of everybody.

Well, I'm glad to see you've kept your priorities straight.

Anyway, you've been lookin' like a fool for months.

Momma, not every black person has to vote the same way.

Some of us think for ourselves.

And some of you only think about yourselves.

More important to get into office than do something.

Well, we don't have to worry about that after tonight. Thank you.

EMILY: Did you see him? Yeah.

And?

He want to talk to you.

What? I'm not playing along with this BS.

EMILY: Henry, talk to him!

I don't want to lose another baby.

And you won't. MR. WINTERS: Wrong.

You gonna lose more than that.

You're gonna lose everything unless you talk to him.

And what do I talk to this invisible man about?

Sacrifice. "Sacrifice."

He doesn't think you worth dying for.

Who the hell asked him to? Jesus!

Y'all got me talking like somebody's really out there.

He said that a black man votin'

to close the polls to keep other black folks from votin',

last straw.

What? Are you serious?

So you conjure up this nonsense to get rne to change my vote?

I didn't make him say that. Unbelievable!

Henry! It's getting smaller.

I'm calling Dr. Gwinett.

Can't nothing good happen now, unless he talk.

Can I talk to him?

It couldn't hurt.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hey, Martin.

It's "Dr. Gwinett." Where is she?

She's upstairs.

I've never seen anything like this before.

It's like the child is shrinking.

What? What do we do?

We can't lose another, Doc. It'll kill her. It'll kill us both.

Wait, are you saying that this is your child inside her?

What? Yes!

Doc, wait, wait. Where you going?

I don't work for coloreds,

and I definitely don't work for any mixed marriage.

No, he's not my husband. He kidnapped me.

Emily, what? You need to leave this house now.

You can't make me leave my own house.

Bull! Negros can't own homes in this district.

Now do as I say and get your black ass out of this house!

The only one leaving this house is you. No. No.

Get out! Don't touch him.

Get out! Emily, stop! No!

Get the hell out!

You don't put your hands on a white man like that! You bastard!

Shut up!

Emily, stop!

I don't know where you stole that phone,

but unless it's got an app on it to turn your black ass invisible,

you got hell to pay, boy!

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Henry! It doesn't matter what I say. You need to talk to him.

Momma, not now. I don't know what's goin' on.

What's goin' on is that you need to see that boy.

Otherwise, your child won't be the only one lost.

All right, where's this ghost?

Stop being disrespectful, Henry. He's right in front of you.

MY apologies.

Okay, this is stupid.

If you want your wife back, then you got to see what's in front of you.

Focus. Open your eyes.

Respect the sacrifices that's been gifted you.

Where'd you come from? The past.

But I've been blessed with a chance to see the future,

and, well, it's not at all what lthought

What kind of craziness is this?

No craziness, sir.

Just realizing I went through a lot of hell for nothing, so it seems.

What do you mean? Who the hell are you?

My family calls me Bobo, but you might know me by Emmett.

Emmett Till, sir.

You're trying to tell me you're Emmett Till?

Most people recognize me more like this.

CAROL: Mr. Henry,

a lot of folks think that Emmett's death sparked the civil rights movement.

Who the hell are you? Respect the sacrifice.

I'm Carol Denise Mc:Nair, sir. And these are my friends from Sunday school.

Addie Mae Collins, Cynthia Wesley and Carole Robertson.

You're the four little girls. Yes, sir.

From 16th Street Baptist Church.

And Emmett standing up and dying like he did, helped us get voting rights.

Why would you support a party that wants to take them away?

If this boy died for civil rights,

then he should want me to have the freedom to do and vote as I please.

I didn't die so you could have more freedom to do as you please.

I died so you could have more freedom to do what's right.

Like you had a choice.

Respect the sacrifices.

You always have a choice. Mine was to live like a coward or die like a man.

But maybe it wasn't worth it. Maybe none of our deaths were worth it.

But that would mean that James,

Andrew and Michael's deaths weren't worth it either.

Chaney, Goodman and Schwerner...

Or even Mr. Evers.

And I'm pretty sure you know who that is.

Dr. King.

Don't forget her.

Who is that?

My mother.

Her sacrifice was letting the world see my body,

knowing this horrible image would haunt her for the rest of her life.

A lot of folks took a lot of pain for you to be so

cavalier about your freedom, Mr. Bradley.

Respect the sacrifices gifted you.

ALL: Respect the sacrifices gifted you.

Respect the sacrifices gifted you.

Respect the sacrifices gifted you.

No!

Respectflnasacfifices gifted you. No,no,no!

Well, it seems I have a second chance,

and this time, I think I'mma choose a bit differently.

Emmett, you can't.

Actually, he can. But you can't let him.

If Emmett doesn't die, history changes.

Perhaps none of them die.

Perhaps, only thing that dies is a chance at the civil rights you enjoy.

HENRY: No, this is crazy. No way this can be happening.

It is happening, Henry, and you need to stop it before it...

(TIRES SCREECHING)

There he is! That's the nigger that raped me.

What?

DR. GWINETT: Come here, boy. Emily, I'm your husband!

You're just makin' it worse disrespectin' that white woman.

Hold on a minute. He didn't rape her. That's his wife!

Hush up, you nigger bitch!

You motherfucker! I'll kill you!

Get him outta here! Let me go.

Let me go. Let me go!

Get him!

Can't you do something?

What would you like us to do, Mr. Bradley?

Go back and die to make your life a little easier?

It's not for me. It's for my child, for my wife.

That's not her! She's not racist. She loves me.

She did. And she can again.

But you have to join us. You have to sacrifice.

What does that mean?

It means you wouldn't be here without me. Without us.

And as you can see, without all the sacrifices,

everything in your world changes.

If what you want is worth us dying for, why isn't it worth you dying for?

'Cause you're already dead.

Don't have to be.

I can make a different choice. Live a different life.

Maybe we all live different lives.

Maybe I'll go to school, maybe I become a councilman,

and I can avoid this.

But if you want me to take that whooping,

if you want us to sacrifice our lives

to make the lives of your loved ones a little better,

you need to change, sir.

Okay. I won't vote to close the polls and I'll leave the party.

That's no longer an option.

You've got to go the extra mile.

Will you sacrifice with me?

(MUMBLES)

Well, that seems to answer it.

Looks like this is goodbye.

No...

No. Wait, wait, wait, please! Please! I need more time.

I just need more time! Please! Wait! No, get off me!

No, wait! Wait, I need more time!

Take this black bitch along, too!

Please! Let me go! Let me...

If you left any seed in rne, you can be damn well sure I'm gonna kill it.

Okay, I will.

I Will! I Will!

Get him! Son of a bitch!

Get him!

I'll do it. I'll take your sacrifice.

You sure?

Yeah. I'm a man.

Boy, he said, are you sure?

I'm a man,

and I intend to live like one until the last breath God gives me.

(PANTING)

Then take what you asked for.

(EXCLAIMS)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN: (SINGING) Southern trees

Bear a strange fruit

Blood on the leaves

And blood at the root

Black bodies swinging

In the Southern breeze

Oh, my God! What happened?

Strange fruit hanging

From the poplar trees

(HEART BEATING)

(GASPS SOFTLY)

I'm proud of you, son.

Can't say that was your best story, Simms.

Can't say that I liked that one much at all.

We should get moving, Mr. Beach.

The event is ready to start.

Grant, is Robo-Patriot prepped?

Uh, entirely, sir.

Here we go.

(LAUGHS)

When these media assholes see this, it's just gonna be like...

Holy shit!

(LAUGHING)

Yeah! The shit! Yeah.

The doo-doo!

The poopitV-POP! (LAUGHS)

MR. BEACH: Are you okay, Simms?

Apologies.

I mean, it's just that, do you mind if I watch the press conference?

I mean... (LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)

I would love to see the shit!

I think it's gonna be quite amazing!

No harm, I suppose. Let's go.

KELLY 1 So, to further explain,

let me bring up the leader in corrective technology,

Dumass Beach.

MR. BEACH: Thank you, Kelly. I'm gonna get right to it.

Here at Beach Industries, we want to do what's right for America.

Now, that means safer streets, cities and states.

Beach Industries wants to help create a country where foreign scum,

terrorists, rapists and criminals of all kinds

can not only be quickly and easily identified,

but justly convicted and punished

in a way that saves billions of tax dollars that until now

have been wasted on funding a legal system

that is woefully ineffective.

Thank you, Grant.

So today, I present to you the future of American security,

the Robe-P amok.

(BEEPING)

(AUDIENCE CLAPPING)

This machine not only has the ability to, within seconds, scan NSA,

FBI, CIA, local police and social media files

to quickly identify those who have already committed criminal acts,

but uses new technology created by my company

to predict a person's criminal or anti-American threat level

by reading brainwaves, heat patterns and DNA, which it captures

using molecules found in a person's breath as they exhale.

This gives a whole new meaning to the term, "bad breath."

Mr. Beach, are you saying this thing can predict criminal behavior?

MR. BEACH: More than that.

I'm saying it knows 100% if someone will or will not

commit a future crime that could harm any number of lawful American citizens.

This is an intelligent machine that can police our streets as well as serve

as judge, jury and, if need be, executioner.

(CROWD MURMURING)

I know, it, it sounds amazing, right?

So we've prepared a little demonstration.

We have placed among you men and women who have criminal histories.

Let's see if the Robo-Patriot can find them.

Is this thing gonna kill someone?

MR. BEACH: The Robo-Patriot will do whatever is necessary

to protect America and its true citizens.

So unless you have plans on harming America... Anyone? (CHUCKLES)

You should all be fine.

(LAUGHING) Oh!

COMPUTER VOICE: Robe-Patriot is activated

and looking for threats against America.

Robe-Patriot identifies criminals at threat level two.

Threat level two is simply small-time burglars.

Turn yourselves in to avoid further legal actions to protect America.

MR. BEACH: There we go. There we go!

How 'bout that, ladies and gentlemen.

American technology at work. Built in America.

Robe-Patriot identifies illegals without papers.

Please turn yourselves in, or I will do what it takes to protect America.

MR. BEACH: Ah, it's a beautiful thing.

How about that, ladies and gentlemen?

Here to protect your families, your American families.

How do we know these aren't plants?

Well, as you know, lrunthetoughestpfisonu. What?

Like a person, it oan also learn from secondhand experience.

Stories, fables, tales.

MR. BEACH: Those young guys? Hormones. Boys will be boys.

Your kind are particularly accomplished liars.

Your brothers and sisters make up an enormous part of my profits.

As well as serve as judge, jury, executioner.

Judge, jury, executioner.

Robe-Patriot identifies one immediate clear and present threat

to American civilization.

(LAUGHS) Oh!

Oh.

Perhaps he thinks the "fake media" is a real threat.

(LAUGHING)

Robe-Patriot recognizes Dumb Ass Bitch...

That's "Dumass Beach."

It polices much better than it speaks. Trust me.

As a lethal threat that must be immediately neutralized

to secure American safety.

Neutralizing the threat in five, four, three,

two... What the hell's...

One.

No!

Go! Goddamn thing! What the hell is...

Run,Beach! No, stop!

MR. BEACH: Somebody's gonna lose their job...

Robe-Patriot recognizes worthless accomplices aiding and abetting

Dumb Ass Bitch.

No! No!

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

I never liked him!

Help! This robot has lost its damn mind!

Shit! Shit!

Robe-Pa triot will protect America. FUCK! NO!

No,no,no,Fuck! Fuck!Fuck!

Motherfucker!

No, no... Help!

(SCREAMING)

Please...

Beach! Going my way?

Go, go, go! Drive!

I think it got me.

Christ! (GROANS)

I'm afraid Christ can no longer be of service, Mr. Beach.

Skip the religious lecture and drive, Simms!

(G ROANS AND SOBS)

Holy shit! Oh, yes.

The shit!

(LAUGHING)

What the hell is your black ass laughing about?

You think this is some kind of joke?

You drive this car to the goddamn hospital

before I bleed out and die, you crazy nigger! (GROANS)

This ain't no joke! This ain't no car.

I ain't no nigger!

And your worthless soul is no longer alive!

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(sesame)

Where am I? Where am I?

Mr. Dumass Beach,

welcome to hell, motherfucker!

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

(SCREAMING)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING EVILLY)

Welcome to hell, motherfucker!

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Now that was some shit.