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[music]

As you all gather under the sound of my voice today,

I'm here to tell you that one day, tomorrow will start without me.

I'm also here to tell you that as long as the good Lord blesses me

with the air in my lungs,

I will continuously spread his mighty word.

I don't fear no man.

I don't fear no organization

or anyone who carries the words

or ill will about someone or something coming for me.

We, as a collective, have work to do,

and that work cannot be done while looking over our shoulders,

sitting around, and hoping that the same people who seek to do us harm

will wake up and just decide to do right by us.

I don't know about you,

but I cannot effectively do anything right

while living in fear.

I'm placing my trust in the Lord.

I want all of us to pray for our brothers and sisters--

[humming]

My boy from Troy,

you're sure you want to still walk this walk with us?

You mean to tell me that a man of your intelligence,

a man that [?],

cannot find a better word right now than walk?

[chuckles]

What did I write and say to you six years ago in '57?

I said that-

You don't mind getting in trouble as long as it's good trouble.

[chuckles]

And that it is.

[sighs]

Let me say this, my little brother,

I for one, thought we were going to die on that bridge.

That nasty old Connor setting up dogs on us

like we weren't even human.

Screaming on that blowhorn that we were disobeying a parade order.

I actually thought we were going to get arrested.

You know I packed myself two books to read,

but once we got in that cell,

you could [?] an apple and an orange

just so I can have me something to eat.

You and my brother A.D. with these oranges.

That's cause we don't [?]

I can't argue with you on that.

[chuckles]

Lo and behold, I find myself [?] side of a paddywagon,

bagging my skull fracture.

Brother Lewis, in my heart I know that everything we're doing

is so precious and so necessary,

and I must stand up for it with everything in me.

I must speak up and speak out.

And I will be standing, locked arms and [?] with you every time out.

[sighs]

When that governor yelled out,

"Troopers advance,"

I thought right where I was standing surely was where I was going to die.

I kept telling the police,

"Just arrest us. You don't have to beat us."

We came in peace.

I declare, I must have said several times--

I know I repeated it several times,

"Officers, if we're doing something wrong outside of our permit,

just arrest us."

I'm tired, Dr. King.

I ain't even 30 yet, and I'm tired.

I'm tired of [?] my freedom.

America has failed us on its promise.

We must be free now.

They want to give us a taste of freedom here,

and a sprinkle a bit over there.

Got folks taking literacy tests and telling them they have to pass it

before one can even attempt to register to vote.

They don't even want to acknowledge our right to lawfully assemble,

let alone protect us when we do.

Brother Lewis, where we are right now,

I wouldn't want you to waste any more energy

trying to separate something that can't be separated.

[humming]

Why am I here?

Why are you here?

Do you really have to ask me that?

Why are we here?

Y'all are here to help me in some way shape or form.

For the third and final time,

I am not interested in backstabbing Dr. King.

You are very loyal to somebody that's not loyal to you.

Please tell me what the fuck is wrong with you.

I mean, are you going to stand strong by a man

who backed away from you on account of your lifestyle?

The same man who caved in to the suggestion

that if he continues to work with you,

the press will spread lies about you two actually being homosexual lovers,

even we all know that there's only one closet in the whole room,

and you're the only gay man in it.

Well, you know my story.

I'm an African-American man fighting segregation,

I'm an openly gay man fighting homophobia,

and I'm a pacifist fighting war.

Open, closeted, no matter how you dress it up,

we all know that Dr. King is going to be nowhere near you

in any photographs.

As a matter of fact, he's been told to keep you out of sight, or else.

And you're a key advisor at that.

It makes one wonder, how valuable are you?

Russ is a great man.

Yes, he's a minority within a minority,

but you'll always catch him out on the front-line

willing to die for everything that he speaks on [?].

If he is so smart, why doesn't he realize he's being used?

Why are you doing this?

This man decides to live his life as so he pleases.

However, you, Roy, Clayton, Hoover, have decided to--

No, no, no, it's all right. It's all right.

That Hoover got some nerve, but you know what?

I can't put all this at his feet.

Now, you say that you got all these so-called negro leaders

eating out the palm of your hand,

but that's because they're scared.

Scared to live any kind of free.

Now, you can't threaten me

or hold anything against me or over my head.

Are you confused, son?

Are you clueless as to what you want to put up first?

You don't know whether you want to be out there

just championing gay rights

or whether you want to keep masquerading it around

as though you're fighting for civil rights.

My resume speaks for itself, sir,

that I will always fight for the rights of my fellow civil rights leaders.

I will oppose the Southern segregationists

who don't like the whole civil rights thing,

my white agent friend,

and as long as I live, I will oppose the Northern liberals who are--

What did you say? They were looking for a more cautious approach?

[claps] We all know exactly what you do.

We also know that you will always be relegated to the background.

I want to thank you, though, for toning down that Lewis speech

away from the militant direction that he was planning on going.

You know, these wiretaps, they keep us up at night,

but they keep us on our toes and up to speed big time.

[chuckles]

This man played a major part

in orchestrating the I Have A Dream speech.

This man played a major role in organizing the buses to D.C.,

while making sure marchers had adequate bathroom facilities

and medical care if needed.

Now, as you say, you hear him on your wiretaps,

I'm sure you do, then you know that he's not out here trying to hurt anybody.

[sighs]

This man did this, and this man did that,

and this man helped start the SCLC,

and this man did blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

All we know that is this man ain't in the long-term plans of the team.

You know what? You're just wasting our time

with these divisive tactics and thoughts.

I know my role and I know my worth.

What has any of that gotten you?

It's about to get the shit smacked out of you.

Look here, look here.

The man's own assistant doesn't even practice non-violence.

Ever hear anything like that on your wiretaps [?]?

Clyde, do not try me because I'm not that far removed.

Bottom-line, I can't help you.

And he never will.

Stay your course, Russ.

You are fighting a good fight, my brother,

and what they're doing, it ain't it.

Miss Lorraine, do you realize what kind of shit we got on tape

on this negro gentleman?

Pardon my French, but fuck your tapes.

Just because you say you have something doesn't mean you really have it.

All this pressure you're applying, believe you me,

it is nothing we haven't seen before.

Oh, really?

Yes, really.

You say you listen in on everybody,

but yet you had the nerve to hire a black sister

to file a bogus report

about being raped in a room while Martin just sat there watching.

Just another sign of how stupid and desperate you all are.

How is a bunch of FBI agents going to sit in a room next door

and listen to a rape in progress?

You know what?

That would be a crime onto itself.

It certainly would.

Now, if you two ain't going to come right, then don't come at all.

What y'all say?

You know what I say about that?

I'll tell you what I got to say about that.

I'll say I got something on the both of y'all that'll make you change your minds.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Make sure you verbally tell him to pull back on [?].

So you all can focus on some alleged extramarital affairs?

Little [?] caved in, huh?

Just do as you're told.

[music]

So you're my handler, huh?

White motherfuckers sure know how to distance themselves.

Your lady, she's doing too much at her church.

We need you to tone her down.

She's not really the type to be quiet like that.

Well, the way that [?] people, she needs to be given a shot.

Excuse me?

Look, I know what you're capable of, and that's why I'm here.

Don't ever expect to see my face again.

The people you need are all in that folder

and they will be in contact,

and fall back off the [?].

I done told you, I don't want no blood on my hands.

Now we done told you that it's too late not to have blood on your hands.

Now, your friend, or should I say your leader,

he's going to be expiring very, very soon as I see it.

And we thank you.

You know, you've put yourself in a position

where you might have yourself a front-row seat,

and might be standing right next to him when it all happens.

I don't want this blood money.

You want to know what's the best thing we can do for you right now?

I'm listening.

The best thing we can do for your ass is have our guys not shoot you too.

I might go to the local cops with this.

Yes, you just do that.

Would you like me to tell you who to ask for?

No, this shit has got to prove something.

Nigga, there are more people out to quiet King than you think.

The people at the police precinct, they're tired of all this shit,

and those brothers at the--

Among the common folk at the SCLC,

they're just dying to get on line and take his spot.

We have people such as yourself

that we could just wave a few dollars in their face and then, boom.

Oh, looks like we got ourselves a co-conspirator.

[humming]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

They're coming for you, Martin.

I am so sorry that God put this mission on you.

A few of us--

A group of us have been approached by the FBI, and I--

Lady Lorraine, I refuse to live my life in fear.

My fight for justice and equality--

Martin, the people that you're fighting aren't fighting you clean.

Tell me what part of that you don't get?

I'm not concerned about the power of those I'm fighting.

I'm more concerned with my people and the liberties--

Their liberties?

Their liberties, Martin?

Will you be alive to see those liberties utilized?

They are trying to infiltrate to your friends.

It was one of your friends that sent that package to Coretta,

common folk sitting amongst us in church

pretending to worship.

I refuse to fight and go to the depths of shame

that Director Hoover has chosen.

While Hoover spares no course to break you?

Telling all the press that you're some lying negro ass preacher?

Lady Lorraine, when we do as our enemies do to us

and we decide to fight for an eye--

I wish you would stop making everything a goddamn speech

and deal with these people on the level that they need to be dealt with.

Can I talk to my friend right now?

I am your friend.

Don't go near that window, Martin.

Someone close to you is playing both sides of the fence.

Now, I can't say anything now,

but I feel uneasy about that photographer that you have on staff.

Yes, he's new to the town, but his background checked out.

He's also a cousin of Sister Martha.

Well, from what I'm hearing, whoever it is,

they're being instructed to not wear a necktie to certain speaking engagements.

I'm praying you'll be careful around these sources you have.

They keep approaching you for a reason,

which could only mean

they have something in sight for you that won't end well.

I can't take this.

That damn Agent Fisher, he followed me here this morning.

What?

Girl, he wants to know how we doing with poisoning the Reverend.

He even had the nerve to grab my arm.

What?

You know him and that other one, they sit outside our place every night.

They do that same thing to me.

My husband had to call the cops on them a few times.

Sitting in their car shining their light through the house.

What? [?], did the cops come by you?

Yes, ain't do nothing.

Said them men ain't breaking no laws in that car,

and have all rights to sit there at that.

That's cause they're white folks.

They can't come in here and blend in,

so they got to send us in there to do their dirty work.

You know what? I'm scared for Reverend King.

I'm really scared for him.

These white folks, they have the power

to come in here and find somebody to harm us.

They're really unpredictable, these white folk.

You know, Mother Alberta, that's her biggest fear.

That one day, someone's going to walk in here

and just start shooting worshipers.

It's a scary time I'll tell you.

A scary time that you can't even feel safe in the house of the Lord.

I've been trying to get to the Reverend through Deacon Clyde

that I need to meet with him as soon as possible.

Well, we can't stop praying for him.

Sister Florence, I'm here, and I'm tired of praying.

I want to do some fighting.

You understand?

I want to hurt some of them whites so bad.

Let me tell you something,

God ain't intend for us to be [?] and bitten by dogs.

You understand?

That's not the way, Virginia.

We have to be mindful that we have children to raise.

And this not what God wants.

Now hold on now, they [?] to kill our children,

so what are we waiting for to respond?

The Reverend does not preach violence.

Well, what we going to do?

We're going to keep marching, we're going to keep protesting,

and we're just going to wait our turn so we can die?

Huh, Martha? Tell me.

Did you see what happened to Malcolm?

Where's the help for Betty and them children?

Now, hold on.

Yes, I see what happened,

and also see what happened to my two cousins

and those three little girls

down at 16th Street Baptist Church five years ago.

I seen it.

Look, we're going to protest peacefully until things are better.

Peacefully?

We can't even come to the church in peace.

You just said this morning

that they followed you [crosstalk]--

No, hold on.

You just said that they followed you.

You let me know, is that bruise on your arm there

intended to be put there?

Don't you question my God.

Now, hold on, sister--

Ladies, ladies--

Oh, no, no, I'm questioning everybody but God.

Ladies, this is exactly what they want.

They want us divided.

They want us fighting each other.

We need to pull it together cause we can't win like this.

We got to pull it together

so we'll know who's with us and who is not.

Well, people can't be with you if their needs are different.

Let's get back to this later.

Right now, let's focus on the man--

Protecting the man of God.

Regardless of how you two want to move forward,

they are coming for the King.

[music]

My lady showed me her arm.

Well, you weren't moving fast enough for me,

so I had to take some action to get your attention.

We both know I'm not a big fan of this Martin guy, right?

I think that's the highlight of your recruitment

and your jacket, Beaumont.

The same jacket will tell you that I don't mind spending

a day, or weeks, or even years in jail.

Is that right, Agent Coleman?

Is what I'm asking you correct, Agent Coleman?

Sounds about right to me.

Okay, great.

With that being said,

don't you ever put your pale fucking hands

on my lady again.

You know what I'm good at.

I can make your death look just like a suicide.

All right.

Family's off-limits.

From this moment on, family is off-limits.

Don't try satisfying my fucking ears right now.

You motherfuckers have no conscience.

Family should have always been off-limits,

and why the fuck are y'all calling that man's house

threatening his wife and kids?

Why the fuck do you care?

Since when a man that we hired to work hand-in-hand

with selected mafia associates,

only to target wanted KKK members, develop a soft spot?

They made it very clear down in Jackson, they weren't coming back with us alive.

And y'all decided not to leave any witnesses

with these incidents, right?

Not me. I have a code.

And we have an assignment.

You and I, we have a duty.

We owe America.

Fuck America.

I don't owe your America shit.

America's been spitting up blood since the day it was established.

Look at the palm of your hands and look at the bottom of your boots,

because some of that blood has been spilled by men like you

and men like me.

Motherfucker, we are not the same.

Oh, yes, the fuck we are.

The only difference between you and me

is people see a killer the moment they set eyes your way.

You're a perp, nothing but a crime looking for somewhere to happen.

Fuck you and your thoughts.

Look, that's the way it is. I don't make this shit up.

But you're knee-deep in an assignment to kill a man

who only wants an even playing ground

for his kids, for his family, and for--

I just see myself

working against any agenda that allows for coloreds uniting.

You'll never understand the threat it poses.

Ain't no black messiahs coming up on my watch.

Now, you just stay in your place and work on surviving all this.

You know, you should work on surviving this, too,

cause I know my way through the suburbs.

I can definitely knock on your front door in Pine Valley.

You know what?

Scratch that.

I don't really do front doors.

My skin type is not allowed in the front of any white-owned properties.

Yes, motherfucker, I know your jacket too.

Beaumont--

Yes, motherfucker.

I know where you lay your head just like you occasionally know where I lay mine.

I'll kill you if you come near my family.

You're going to have to if you come near my lady

or go to her church again without me.

Fuck around if you want,

I'll show you that my lady is the only black life that matters to me.

[cocks shotgun]

[music]

Daddy, daddy, daddy, I picked this one.

Can you [?]?

Whoa, does your mother know you've been in our closet?

No, sir. She does not.

[chuckles]

You'll get us both in trouble bringing this shirt down here like this.

How? The other ones are wrinkled, too.

[laughs] Come here, son.

You tell your mother I'll be down there shortly.

And that you're not wearing the one she had ironed?

Just tell your mother I'll be down there shortly, son.

[?]

I know, I'll understand when I'm older.

Your family, Coretta is raising them children so well.

I don't know what I'd do without her.

Dr. King, I feel like I'm dead already.

I can imagine that feeling hurts,

just as much as my feeling of loneliness.

I tell you, I look around sometimes,

it seems like everything is backing away from me.

Everyone and everything seems so distant,

so out of my reach.

It's like I'm trying so desperately

to reach back and pull my people up,

and at the same time trying to reach up with my free hand and touch the heavens.

You can't look forward and backward at the same time.

I say, trust your heart and trust what you are seeing,

because the God that we serve,

death is small in comparison to [?].

I just pray it's glory.

I just pray it's glory.

[humming]

You will do what we need you to do.

You gave up all your rights when you decided--

Fisher, Fisher, we need him, we can't lose him this way.

Trust me, he doesn't talk to me that much after services.

Trust you?

[chuckles] Trust you?

Yes, that's what I need you to do, trust me.

He made you a deacon at his church,

how come you are not as willing to die for him as he is willing to die for you?

Here's how you make it up to us.

Look, I don't want to kill anybody, and I don't want to see anybody hurt.

You don't have to hurt nobody.

All you have to do is tell him to do us a big favor and just kill himself.

Then that will be the only embarrassing thing

the world will ever know.

Who am I supposed to tell them that this request is coming from?

We don't care.

[?], you can sort that out on your own.

Just get it done.

Then upon his death,

we will toss an extra $200 in your direction for all your troubles.

I'll see what I can do.

I know, or we know that you see.

As of now, we need you to do.

The doors of the church are now open.

You guys are going to get yours.

The same vengeance that God has in store for me,

he has it in store for you also.

You know what?

You get on home now, you hear?

You got church tomorrow,

and we don't want you to be late for the Lord on our account, you hear?

Sister Virginia?

Hello Reverend, how are you?

I'm doing just fine.

How did you like the service?

Well, I loved it.

If you didn't, would you tell me?

No, Reverend.

I know, I know, if anybody was going to tell me, it would be you.

Yes, you got to trust and believe what God tells you.

Yes.

I've been meaning to ask you something--

Come on now, that's what I've been waiting for.

Come on now.

[laughs] No now, Sister Virginia,

you know we practice that non-violence over here.

[laughs]

My apologies, Reverend.

You know God is still working on me,

I must say, [?] beginning where we're at sometimes--

No worries, but I have to ask you,

why do you keep your fist balled up for the entire service?

Oh, you caught that, huh?

Every Sunday.

Whether my father's preaching, or if I finally get the chance to preach,

I can see from the pulpit to the back door you rubbing your knuckles together.

Well, Reverend do you want the 'we're still in the sanctuary answer'

or do you want me to give you my answer?

Because I can tell you--

Never mind, never mind.

[sighs] I just thought it was funny.

I love you, Sister Virginia.

I love you too, Reverend, but before you go,

I have something on my spirit and I need to get it off.

I'm just not doing too good with this non-violent stuff, Reverend.

The church [?] and I just feel like

all I know how to do is use these to fight.

I've been fighting off men my whole life,

I really don't think I'd want to be out there

with this non-violent protest.

I'm no good. I shouldn't be out there.

I see.

Well, do you have a license?

No sir, I don't.

Well, I'm going to have to scratch that.

I just figured if was going to get into a tussle,

maybe you could drive the getaway car, but you ain't got no license.

[laughs]

Now, look here, Reverend, I ain't got no license,

but ain't said nothing about I don't know how to drive.

Now, I can do that.

Pastor, can I bend your ear for a second?

Yes, talk to me.

Is there somewhere we can talk in private?

If this can wait about two hours, we can use my study office.

Because right now, I have a meeting with some of the core leaders

and leaders of the NAACP.

I got to leave in about 20 minutes, so I guess we can do our talk here.

I think you want to seriously consider getting rid of Russ.

Deacon Clyde, not this again.

Look, let me go and get--

Pastor, you're talking about losing everything, life or death.

Losing everything we've built so far.

Look, me and you have been to the sandbox,

so I'm going to say it again, Russ is a good man.

Russ is a gay man.

What he's all about is going to destroy the movement,

and you know that.

His sissy lifestyle is not conducive to what we are trying to accomplish.

I'm not going to debate this with you, my brother.

All the things that you were involved in and that you left behind,

no man or woman can walk into this church leadership building

and tell me to cut you off because of it.

What do you think they're here to tell you?

What do you think they're going to say in that meeting?

Like I said--

That the man got caught with his pants down, literally.

He got caught having sex in a car with another man,

and a white man at that,

that you have got to get rid of him, cut him loose.

That arrest warrant he's got, it's not going to go anywhere.

He committed a lewd act, got sentenced to 60 days in jail,

and now is a registered sex offender in the State of California.

[sighs] Russ was our chief organizer for the March on Washington.

Montgomery was practically all him.

[sighs] He introduced me to the non-violent teachings of Gandhi,

and now they want me to end my friendship with him

just because he chooses to--

Look, either you could exile him [?] of your friendship,

or do nothing and get exiled along with him.

Because believe me, this movement will go on without him,

and if necessary, without you.

Is this what they're whispering?

It's no whispering.

Please keep your personal dislikes for him out of this.

He has done all he can, you just got to get rid of him now.

If not, you can't blame anybody but yourself

when it all goes downhill.

I can clearly see where you stand on this,

and whose side of this that you're on.

I stand on the outside, outside of a burning house.

You have a good meeting, peace be with you.

You got one shot, and one shot only to get this right.

Excuse me, but I do believe you called me,

and from what you were told, this is not [?]

This ain't like no entrapment that you've ever done before.

You got my money?

Slow your ass down.

This money comes with instructions and consequences.

I usually don't work with people I don't know, so--

You reached out to a mutual associate, and they reached out to me,

so apparently, they trust you, and without a question trust me.

The less I need to know about you, the better.

I trust that they told you that, if you do this,

your life as you know it will never be the same again.

Look, I was told that you needed a woman like me

to get close to Doctor King

and see if he was even interested in taking payments.

First off, I'm going to need you to hold up on that Doctor King shit.

I need someone that can sleep with, or frame,

or even go public about Martin Luther King Jr.

Wait, you want me to--?

Sleep with Martin Luther.

I don't know if I--

Need this money?

No, to even be a part of this mess.

This shit you got going ain't right.

Well, it may be too late now

because you know way more than you need to.

You're the trouble that I've been looking for.

Number two, Mr. Nat.

Excuse me, miss. Can you give us a second?

I need just a minute of his life.

This will only take a few minutes.

Don't tiptoe too far now, Miss Sophia.

Now I don't know what kind of colored man are you

but you got a lot-

Let me stop you right there, Pastor.

No, you can't stop me nowhere or the God I serve.

You're the devil reincarnated.

Nothing but pure evil.

I heard about you.

Yes, white man got you on a payroll to destroy the MIA and the SCLC.

Well, you better pray a little harder.

My assignment is way, way, way more than that.

God don't like this.

Motherfucking God don't like me.

Stay away from us.

We out here preaching the good word,

trying to put in a good fight for good honest black folk.

News flash.

I'm not the only one that's coming.

You know what?

Everybody has a dash between their birth and their death

and, if it does your heart any good, I'll preach your funeral for free.

You do that, motherfucker.

Get out of here.

Sophia, you want this money or what?

Excuse me, Miss Lorraine?

Lorraine, it is, right?

Yes, it is Lady Lorraine but I do believe you know my name already.

Hot to trot.

I was just making sure.

How can I help you this evening?

You can help all of us by staying out of Dr. King's face so much.

[?] that would help.

So you know my name

but you don't know that I'm actually his assistant.

Well, we think that--

We?

Where's the rest of we at?

Didn't the Bible say all my accusers should be present?

The Bible also speaks about the wicked

and the manner in which they carry themselves.

Let me reel you back in.

It says that the wicked are amongst us.

How many times have you denied [?]?

You see that's where we go wrong when we look at a man of God as God.

Now I love my reverends but I'm not in love with neither of them.

You can kindly take that information

and update whoever it is that you need to inform.

You see I don't take notes.

That's one of the things that you do

and I know it's going to be hard for you to keep your legs closed

when you're straddling both sides of the fence but you go on.

You go on now and play your part.

If I didn't have something more pressing to do--

Like finishing your itinerary?

I'll get you straight.

Go on now.

Scoot.

[chuckles] I know you've got to make sure that the people believe

that the poor peoples' march is still going on.

I'm sure that folks are going to have

a lot of good things to say about you, Sister Florence,

but the sad part is, and it really is sad,

that you're going to have to die first before anyone could hear about it.

Well, look at that.

You know you sound just like him now?

I'm not talking about Reverend King.

I'm talking about your half-Asian [?]

It's 3:06 PM, cousin Virginia.

I'm fixing to get ready for work.

Mr. Walters and Mrs. Laurie don't play about people being late.

Child, I ran to get you on the phone, Ellen, and now you want to go running.

I'm running because Mr. King, your pastor, and his guys are here.

Child, I see the pastor all the time.

Now what you need to do is call me

when that there Isaac Hayes comes [?] a night or two at the motel job.

I fed Mr. King and them last night.

All they ever order is hamburgers.

What I don't understand

is why they don't have better security where they are.

I don't understand that either.

That FBI, they'll watch him, they'll follow him,

but they don't put no effort into trying to protect him.

I'm pretty sure the whole town knows where he's laying his head at.

People come to that hotel all the time to get a glimpse of him.

I just don't understand why he came back here

for the sanitation stuff again.

I'm telling you there's this group that came to town called the Invaders.

They intentionally made that march violent last month.

Pastor is bent on making things peaceful this time around.

Cousin, that man is stressed.

Goes out on the balcony smoking.

Parking lot floor full of cigarette butts.

Then go back into the room

and all you hear is grown men pillow fighting.

Child, you know what?

I just pray that they make it home.

They all make it home safe.

I really, really do.

I feel something in my spirit, though, I got to tell you.

I really, really think that the last time he was there,

there was nothing but a dry run as to how they was going to set him up.

I'm telling you. I just feel it in my spirit, girl.

Virginia, I don't want to be no eye witness to history

so I just work and keep my mouth shut.

Every time I mention to our boss,

the black couple that owns the hotel,

that Mr. King should probably be on a less visible side of the hotel,

all they would tell me is that the room that they gave him

was the one they were told to place him in.

Now how are they going to let somebody else

tell them where to place somebody?

How they do that?

Ellen, I'm going to let you go, okay?

Now, whatever you do, be careful out there now.

I love you.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

Does your pastor know what a friendly is?

Does your reverend know that he is only a citizen of this here country

and he is not a citizen or a spokesperson for the entire world?

Does Dr. King understand that the speech he made a year to this day

about his opposition to the war in Vietnam

is what started crafting his own eulogy?

Hold on.

Are you going to let me answer?

There is no longer an opportunity for any answers, Sister Virginia.

Well, let me tell you this here, sister.

It's just about time we stop scratching where there's no itch

and we stop laughing where there's no tickle.

I agree but forces like J. Edgar and [?]

are doing everything in their power

to make sure that Martin doesn't make it to his poor people campaign

in Washington.

Can you please explain to us the reason for this last-minute meeting?

Make it quick because I got somewhere that I need to be.

Inside each envelope is what is needed of you next.

The location where you will be at the time of each event,

the allegations that you will put forth through

the press outlets that we will be providing,

and, last but not least, the best gift of all, your final payments.

Where's my plane ticket?

Plane ticket?

Child, where you going?

Martha, I believe you have enough money in your envelope

to cover your ticket to Memphis.

I didn't know that you was going down to Memphis.

Who are you and why am I paying for my own ticket?

You don't expect me to start a paper trail, do you?

Do you think that would be wise of me?

How are we going to explain her not being in church?

Something ain't right.

You're leaving us out to dry.

You know that, don't you?

Miss Walker-

My name is Marie St. Jean.

Sister Martha, you can spend the money as you wish.

Yes, do as you wish, but if I were you,

I would make it my business to make it to Memphis.

Fisher, who is this

and why am I paying out of my own pocket for my own flight?

You know, y'all are still not telling us

how we are supposed to cover for ourselves.

Do y'all got a plan in place for this?

There is a plan in place.

This here, this ain’t sitting right with me.

I don't think I'm going to be making this here trip.

Yes, what she really wants to know is,

are y’all going to kill her when she gets to Memphis?

The killing of Sister Martha would not be helping our agenda.

Besides, nobody cares if she’s alive or dead.

On the other hand,

if you or some of the information that Miss Martha has

goes out and about and makes itself known.

You don't have to worry about that.

Well, since I don't have to fly out, what's your plans for me?

You will meet me at the airport,

carrying one of the five weapons needed in Tennessee.

Why is every page in here blank?

Great, great job Miss Carol.

There go your loose ends.

Every now and again, you see a man down

and we refuse to help that man

because we’re too busy worried about where we're going

and what might happen to us if we do stop and help him.

How come we never become this good Samaritan

and ask ourselves

what would happen if we don’t help that man,

that woman, that child, those sanitation workers,

what would happen to them if we don't help?

We’re going to end up on the wrong side of history for this.

It depends on who's history you’re talking about.

What happened the last time King came to Memphis?

The last time he was in Memphis the protest unknowingly became violent.

Let's not forget two of your co-workers were crushed inside their own trunks.

What did we promise him?

We promised them a none violent protest.

Look, that shit broke out.

Things got out of hand but we did not cause it.

In Charlotte, I seen some familiar faces.

You saw them because she has some of the people

that work right alongside of us.

Malik, people are frustrated.

Blacks and whites are frustrated.

You have a white man standing next to a black man, that he can't--

They both hate Dr. King.

How the hell did we get here?

You paid some of the same blacks that were out there

to hold up the sign that said, "[?] stay away."

I'm being paid to do a job.

You’re selling your soul every which way you turn.

So it's my fault that we as blacks are not on the same page?

Shit, you’re not even in the same fucking book.

Planting people to incite riots isn’t anything new.

This is a different type of seed.

Dr. King has burned bridge after bridge, after fucking bridge.

That doesn’t mean we have to warm

our fucking hands off of the fucking burning bridge.

When do we push back?

When do we fight back?

When do we say, no, I cannot help you take down another black man.

You tell their asses no.

Fuck that. Let their asses do their own damn devil work.

You sound like you’re afraid to move forward.

You sound like--

You sold them out.

They’re expecting 1,300 to come out here and protest

and they’re going to be [?].

[?]

You’re talking just to be talking.

Where the fuck you and your family going to run to?

Your fucking mother is stretched out in the living room on her oxygen.

What the fuck y’all want?

You don’t even have to go out there for them.

Let’s get this shit straight.

You both are just expendable assets on a payroll.

It just so happened, it worked out perfect, that you both are sanitation workers.

I’m just sick to know that y’all pulled it to be [?]

for you, your co-workers, and Dr. King.

You’re not going to leave us out to dry.

We’re all being used.

The people who have chosen their position on Dr. King's views

and they dug themselves in

therefore trust that Dr. King [?] him is no longer.

So in a small, small way, we are all contributing

to this misdeed

and this misdeed is going to affect man for years to come.

That man is at that motel, surrounded by who he's surrounded by.

I just hope he’s praying to a known God about his unknown future.

We just got to get past this dream, this fantasy of a united front.

Too many of us has [?] the other side.

A side that never wants to see unity amongst us as a race.

I wonder how reverend Willy sleeps at night

because I know I won’t be able to.

There's a certain level of hypocrisy in America

that soon will be exposed.

If the two of you [?] remember anything,

remember that one day your usefulness will no longer be needed.

[gun shot]

[crowd screaming]

Is that the junior G man [?]?

Do you personally know of anyone

who wanted to hurt or contributed to the killing of Dr. King?

Personally, no.

Did you have a dislike for Dr. King?

No. Dr. King and I are friends.

Do you have a personal vendetta or agenda

against Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.?

Nothing?

Dr. King and I are friends.

We go back to childhood days playing in the sandbox together.

We used to walk to school together.

That man took me to church.

As a matter of fact, he gave me a personal relationship with God.

There is no amount of money in the world that you can offer me

to get me to betray him.

Who mentioned anything about betrayal?

Look, I don’t have an ounce of hate in me.

Reverend King did what he had to do.

Why I feel you have no problem with him being dead.

Don’t project your feelings out on me.

How we start with someone is not usually how we end up with them.

We did some great things with the movement

and we lost a great man.

A great, great man.

A man who helped pushed you into something that you helped create.

All because of your sexual preferences at that.

Martin was under a lot of pressure from a lot of black leaders--

Who felt that a gay man shouldn’t--

Doesn’t that make you angry?

Yes, it makes me very angry but this is not about me.

What you need to do is go out there and find who killed Martin.

Why are you not using your resources to find out

who financed the man who killed my friend?

Your friend.

Yes, he was my friend.

Are you sure about that?

Because I surely heard different with my own two ears.

I’ve heard some audio about you, this Russ guy and a client

meeting up with the now missing Agent Fisher.

Am I here so that I can give you valuable information

on the last days of Dr. King or is it because of your missing colleague?

Now if it’s the latter,

then I don’t know what it is that you are talking about.

Yes, the fuck you do know what the fuck it is I’m talking about.

Because I’ve heard audio of Dr. King himself

talking about how you yourself have set up meetings for him

and it does not look good for you, lady.

Did you bring me here to be interviewed

or to be discredited for some bullshit that you are going to be resenting later?

Now, I’m curious as to why

these accusations with audios that you’ve heard

have anything to do

with finding the real killers that murdered Marting Luther King Jr?

I don’t think you know what you think you know.

You cannot make me change my story.

I am telling you the truth.

I heard that gunshot right above my head and I looked up.

I saw the gun powder or something come right out of that rifle.

I saw that white hand pull that rifle right back into the window.

No, that gunshot came from somewhere else.

What you heard was the sound bouncing off the buildings.

No, it didn't.

That shot came from the firehouse.

Them men that was standing there looked right at me

and I got a good look at them too, before I put my head down and walked off.

I pass by that firehouse every day on my way to work

where Dr. King was killed.

I strongly suggest you rethink what you're saying right now

and rethink it as though your life depends on it.

Sir, there is nothing to rethink.

I heard those gunshots and we owe--

I don't owe shit

but you still owe the county 90 days for what Mr. Bailey said

that you stole from the motel.

Now, sadly, Mrs. Bailey passed of a heart attack

a few hours after King got shot

so the only Bailey that didn't want to see you locked up is gone.

I'm sorry about Mrs. Bailey.

God bless her soul.

I could never bring myself to steal from them.

They gave me [?] next to nothing.

We know that he found you on the streets in the gutter,

brought you in and you mean to tell me you couldn't have done better by him?

And I know you devils killed him in that there hospital.

Y'all took your shot, y'all got him down

and there was no way

y'all was going to let him leave that hospital alive.

You don't know shit.

What I do know is you bastards set him up

and then you motherfuckers killed him.

Ain't no other story to tell.

Now, what's your name?

Patterson?

I personally know that, if I was you, I would watch what it is that I was saying.

But you're not me and what you going to do?

Kill me too?

Nigga, you ain't worth the request.

You're going to watch how you speak to me.

No, I fucking won't because Fisher's still fucking missing

and two of his assets are missing.

He knew the risk.

He took the assignment.

You better tie up all them loose ends because, when this shit rolls back--

The four men got Earl is in custody

and you're still worried about what's under your fingernails.

I've washed my hands with this, Coleman.

By the time thet put all of this together,

you might be dead, I might be dead,

or I might just be an old lady sitting on the porch

listening to my great-grandchildren talk about school

or what the real enemy is teaching them on American history.

We only know what we're taught and told, right?

[music]

Freedom, spread out across my chest

and, if I die, then I pray it's my cause of death.

Baby, my freedom worth more than you'll ever know,

And if they're trying to take it from me, I'm ready to go.

Baby, my freedom worth hundreds of shots.

Before I give in, know it's coming with you in a box.

Know my freedom ain't one you could buy.

Just know my freedom got me here 'til the day that I die.

It's freedom or us.

We ready to die.

We lived in the shit, you fed us the lie,

You put us in dirt, we reached for the sky.

You needed a way, we gave you the guy.

Packed a million on a bus, this freedom gonna ride.

You can try to keep us down but this freedom gonna ride.

Black hand in the air, that's how our freedom [?]

[?]

Know that our freedom is high.

Baby girl, hand me the joint.

Time to get [?] high.

[?]

'Cause everybody on this planet know freedom is ours,

And every moment we deny that's fuel for the fire,

So, when you look me in my eyes, you see it inside.

Asking me what are my thoughts? I only got freedom in mind.

Hand me the keys to cage, I'm going to put freedom inside.

Freedom spread out across my chest,

And, if I die, then I pray it's my cause of death.

Baby, my freedom worth more than you'll ever know,

And, if they try to take it from me, I'm ready to go.

Baby, my freedom worth hundreds of shots.

Before I give in, know it's coming with you in a box.

Know my freedom ain't one you can buy.

Just know my freedom got me here 'til the day that I die.

Go ahead and spray us with the hose if you want.

You going to turn our freedom to a fight from a stunt.

You going to make a panther turn his pride into a pump.

You can make five little minutes to a month.

We going to get a president to do it how we want.

They saying, "How high?" before we even say, "Jump."

Put us in a cage and we'll put you in a trunk.

You can kill us by the two's but I promise we the one.

'Cause you [?] funds.

We going to get it out the hood, [?] by the tons.

Pull your shirt down 'cause you're [?] and got to run.

America the [?]

Through the social ladder, we the bottom of the run,

But I promise when it's done, it's African and drums.

Keep us [?] we'll control it with our thumbs.

Show up in our passages [?] how it comes.

No, when it's justice denied, then it's no justice at all.

Justice.

Being denied today is being denied too long.

You can't tuck us away in the breeze and pray for our [?]

The moon is our light.

The night is ours and yours is to come.

Freedom fight. Fight for freedom.

Freedom fighting cause fighting is our freedom.

Freedom fight, fight for freedom.

They can't stop us. You know why?

Freedom can't be denied

and, as long as we have lungs, we have a duty.

A duty to get free and stay free.

A duty to get free and stay free.

A duty to get free and stay free.

A duty.

Freedom spread out across my chest,

And if I die, then I pray it's my cause of death.

Freedom worth more than you'll ever know,

And if they try to take