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Derek.

Derek.

Derek.

- Fucking pervert, Dan.
- Jesus, what the fuck are you thinking?

There's a black guy outside.
He's breaking into your car.

- How long's he been there?
- I don't know.

- What's going on?
- Not right now, honey. How many?

- Danny, how many?
- One, I think.

- Is he strapped?
- Huh?

- Does he have a fucking gun, Danny?
- Man, I don't fucking know.

Wait a second.
What the fuck is going on, Derek?

- Stay right here and be quiet.
- Jesus.

- Stay right here.
- Wait a second, Derek. Wait.

Derek.

Shh, shh, shh.

They're right here.

I don't have a personal problem
with him, okay?

Don't insult my intelligence, Murray.

You hate this child
and I think I know why.

I went out with his mother a few times.

That was three years ago. It was nothing.

Nothing. Really? Hmm.

That paper, Bob, it's a travesty.

Arguing for Hitler as a civil-rights hero?

You've gotta draw the line.

Murray, you actually did this to yourself.

You told them they could
do a report on any book...

...that related to the struggle
for civil rights. In plain English.

I am not disputing the fact that the child
is confused and harbors some sick ideas...

...but I am not ready
to give up on him yet.

His brother probably put him up to it.

I can guarantee you 100 percent
his brother did not put him up to this.

I find that hard to believe. Whatever.

I know he was a good kid
and it's a shame what he's been through...

- ...but that is dangerous.
- Dangerous in what way?

Bob, that goes too far.

This racist propaganda,
this Mein Kampf psychobabble?

He learned this nonsense, Murray,
and he can unlearn it too.

I will not give up on this child yet.

- I knew it was you.
- Danny, get in here.

I said, get in here. Get in here!

Five, four, three...

...two... Shut the door.

What's it gonna be, Danny?

What's what gonna be?

This petty crap you're pulling.

I don't know.

Have a seat.

How you doing?

Fine.

Things at home okay?

Yeah.

Derek got out this morning, did he not?

Yeah, he did.

He was one of my students.
You knew that, right?

Honors English.
He was a brilliant student.

Like you. But he hung out
with simple-minded fools.

- Heh-heh-heh.
- Also like you.

Look, did you bring me in here
to talk about Derek?

Because what happened to him
has nothing to do with me.

Everything you do right now
has something to do with Derek.

Look, I followed directions
and I wrote an A paper.

"Mein Kampf"?

- I should expel you.
- Go ahead.

- You don't think I could handle it?
- No, I think the street would kill you.

Your rhetoric and your propaganda
aren't gonna save you out there.

So here's the drill.

I'm your history teacher from now on.

We will discuss current events.

We will call this class...

...American History X.

We meet once a day.

All right, your first assignment is to
prepare for me a new paper due tomorrow.

Oh, come on. It took me a week
to read Mein Kampf. That isn't fair.

- What do you want me to do it on?
- Your brother.

Oh, God, man.
Please tell me you're joking.

No, no, no. I'm not kidding.

I want you to analyze and interpret all the
events surrounding Derek's incarceration.

How these events helped shape
your present perspective...

...concerning life
in contemporary America.

The impact on your life.

Your family's.

Whatever you wanna say, Danny...

...I'll be the only one reading it.

But if it's not on my desk...

...tomorrow morning...

...you are a ghost at Venice Beach High.

Are you clear?

Yeah, I'm clear.

Telling teacher I'm fucking cheating?

Is that what's happening?

- I never cheated in my life.
- Beat his motherfucking ass, Henry.

- I didn't say anything.
- Why you tripping on me?

Why you all kicking him like that?

What's up, man?

What you scared for?
I ain't gonna do nothing.

What's up?

Want some too, bitch?
Punk. What's wrong with you?

You wanna die?

Punk-ass white boy.

You lucky I gotta go to class.
He ain't gonna do nothing.

He don't wanna see me and the heater.

Lucky the bell rung.
I would have clocked that white boy.

Punk-ass motherfucker.

We'd smoke that fool.

You gotta fucking stand up for yourself.

We got a whole file on skinheads.

- These all part of the same gang?
- Venice Beach Gang.

- Where's my buddy?
- He's doing a stretch at YA.

- This guy C.C.?
- Mm-hm.

- That him?
- Yeah, that's him right there.

This morning we have a guest coming in,
and there he is.

- Morning.
- Morning, sir.

- Good to see you, pal.
- Morning.

Gentlemen, this here is Dr. Bob Sweeney.

He's principal over at Venice Beach High.

He's been doing outreach work with gangs,
both in and out of the can.

Three years ago,
a local kid named Derek Vinyard...

...was sent up for murdering two Crips
who were trying to jack his car.

Bob taught Vinyard back in high school
and he's followed the case closely.

He was a skinhead, right?

He was more like the skinhead.
The protégé of Cameron Alexander.

- Who?
- Cameron Alexander.

Here you go. Have a look-see.

Cameron Alexander, well...

...he's a Venice Beach landmark.

He's probably the biggest distributor
of white-power literature and videos...

...in L.A. County.

He promotes white-power bands.
He writes reviews.

And, uh, in his spare time
this guy even writes hate columns.

Does he have a record?

He's pretty clean.

Been trying to pin something to him,
but it doesn't work.

Trust me. He's behind all of it.

He runs everything out of his house
down by the beach.

No white gangs in Venice Beach...

...before Cameron Alexander
and Derek Vinyard hooked up.

Alexander found in Derek
his shining prince.

Essentially, he used Derek
to recruit a slew of insecure...

...frustrated and impressionable kids.

This kid Vinyard, well,
he's got a lot of baggage...

...as you'll see in this tape
that we've gotten courtesy of NBC.

L.A. County firefighter Dennis Vinyard...

...was shot and killed battling a blaze
at a suspected Compton drug den.

We're at the Vinyard home right now...

...and Lieutenant Vinyard's oldest son,
Derek, has agreed to talk with us.

Derek, if you could come down here,
please, for just a second.

Look, I know this is tough,
but, um, how do you feel right now?

How do you think I feel?

- I think it's typical.
- Typical, how?

This country's becoming a haven
for criminals, so, what do you expect?

Decent, hardworking Americans
like my dad...

...are getting rubbed out
by social parasites.

Parasites?

Blacks, browns, yellow, whatever.

I don't understand.

You're saying your father's murder
was race-related?

Yeah, it's race-related.

Every problem in this country
is race-related, not just crime.

Immigration, AIDS, welfare. Those are
problems of the black community...

...the Hispanic community,
Asian community. Not white problems.

Aren't those issues
that deal more with poverty?

No. They're not products of their
environments, either. That's crap.

Minorities don't give two shits
about this country.

They come here to exploit it,
not to embrace it.

Millions of white European-Americans
came here and flourished.

Within a generation. What the fuck
is the matter with these people?

They have to go around shooting at firemen.

- What does this have to do with your father?
- My father was murdered doing his job.

Putting out a fire
in a nigger neighborhood...

...he shouldn't have given
a shit about.

He got shot by a fucking drug dealer
who probably collects a welfare check.

- That's enough.
- I'm sorry.

Derek Vinyard was released
from Chino earlier this morning...

...after serving three and some-odd years.

I think this is something
we gotta keep an eye on.

If something happens to him...

...things could get very ugly
down by the beach.

Just keep it low.

Venice Beach didn't always look like this.

It used to be a great neighborhood.

The boardwalk's always been a dump...

...but when my dad moved us out here...

...Venice was a nice, quiet place
to grow up.

Over the years, though,
it's just gone to hell.

The gangs are like a plague.

They moved west from Inglewood
and South Central...

...and basically took over.

It ain't fouling you.
What's wrong with you?

Fuck all y'all.

I ain't got time for all the bullshit.

Fuck y'all.

- You all right?
- I'm all right.

Yo, is that that fool
you was telling me about?

Yeah, that's that motherfucker.

Yeah, man, that's him.

Bitch-ass motherfucker.

That's why Derek started the D.O.C.

He said white kids shouldn't have to walk
around scared in their own neighborhood.

For a while there, he really made it
like it was ours again.

- Throw the ball. Throw the ball.
- Come on, Seth. Block.

Come on, Curtis. Quit chucking it up.
Pass the ball.

- Pass that thing.
- D up.

- Here we go.
- Come on, let's go. Let's go.

Come on.

Look at this fucking jungle bunny.
He does a spin move every time. Every time.

- You ain't getting shit, motherfucker.
- Over here. Over here.

This one's for you, boy!

- Fuck you—?
- Stop that.

Who you calling a boy, motherfucker?

You lucky motherfucker! I'm through
monkeying around with your ass!

You pale, pastrami-eating,
cracker motherfucker...

...a hundred bucks say
I make you my bitch.

Hear that? He's trying to make ends meet
for his cut in welfare. You're fucking on!

- It's 8-6, Seth.
- When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it.

Come on, guys, I can't cover this.
Help me out here.

- You have a big fucking mouth, Seth.
- I can take this niglet down.

You can't take a shit.
The fuck are you thinking?

- I will beat him. Give me the money.
- Shut up. Shut up.

You're gonna fucking embarrass us.
Shut up!

I'll take care of this.

Hey.

I got a bet.

I come in this game right now. Same score,
but we play black guys against white guys.

Motherfucker.

Oh, shit.

Name your price, cracker.

No money. No money. For these courts.

And not just today. For good.

If you win, we will walk away.
But if we win...

...no bitching, no fighting...

...here in front of everybody, pack your
shit and get your black asses out of here.

Man, fuck that. Take this bet, man.

Eight to six, our ball.

Let's go.

Pick him up. Pick him up.

Seth, get back and play some D!

Come on, Seth.

Come on, let's go.

All right. Defense!

All right.

Pass the fucking ball, I was wide open.

Damn!

Let's go. Let's go, yo. Let's go.

Pick, pick, Derek!

Bullshit! That's offense.

- Get out of here. He moved his feet.
- If you want to go, I'm ready!

- Don't throw elbows!
- Want to go?

Adolf Hitler-wannabe motherfucker?
What?

Kill that motherfucker! Dead!

Chill out, bro. Chill out.

- Wait, it's cool. It's cool.
- Relax.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Just give me some water.

- You gotta call offense on that shit, Der.
- Not on game point, Danny.

You can't let niggers
get away with that shit.

- Honey, it's game point.
- Shut them down, Derek. Kick some ass.

Watch this.

Get that ball.

Pass the ball, baby. Pass the ball.

Yeah!

Bye-bye.

Get the fuck off my court.

- This is my house.
- Fuck you, bitch.

- What happened?
- I dropped the ball!

Yeah!

Get the fuck out of here!
This is my court! Yes!

Yeah.

Derek wouldn't let us visit him in prison.

He said it would make it
too hard for him...

...and that if we came,
he wouldn't see us anyhow.

Three years without him,
just wondering...

...and then at 7:00 this morning...

...we picked him up outside the gate.

- Come on, Danny.
- Der.

The whole ride back,
he didn't say anything.

I wanted to stay home, but he said,
"No, go to school. I'll see you later."

Oh, come on. Give the guy a break.

What's the matter?
You too big to give me a hug?

No, man.

I just know you'll need someone to look after
you while you adjust to all this space.

Yeah, right.

This place is smaller
than the old living room.

- How you doing? How's school?
- It's good. It's good.

You gotta do something about that hair.
That 'do has gotta go.

- I don't know. The girls like it, so...
- Well, I don't.

You're keeping it pretty close.
All the way down, huh?

Yeah.

Shit, look, I forgot, man.

- It hurt like shit while they put it on.
- When did you get that?

I got it about a month ago.

Cameron made it official.

- Cameron?
- Yeah.

- He put this on you?
- Mm-hm. Yeah.

- Hello?
- What?

Hi. Just hang on a second.

Derek, it's for you.

Nothing. Nothing.

- There a phone in the back?
- Mm-hm.

I'll get it in the back.

I got it.

Yeah? Oh, hey.

What?

My eyes have seen the glory
Of the trampling at the zoo

We washed ourselves in niggers' blood
And all the mongrels' too

We're taking down the ZOG machine
Jew by Jew, by Jew

The white man marches on

You think our friend was behind that?

You know what? I don't even care.

I'm gonna take care of that tonight.

Mwah.

My sweet kid. My baby boy.

God, what's with the love fest, you guys?

No, he'll do it.
He'll do it. I'll make sure he does it.

I'll get it.

- Came to see the man.
- Can you fit through the door?

Fuck you!

- Seth.
- What's up, Dan?

How you doing? Where's Derek?

He's on the phone.

Come out, you free motherfucker!
Vinyard, where the fuck are you?

- Vinyard!
- Hang on.

- Give me a minute.
- Vinyard!

No, I'll be out in a minute.

I'm being careful. What am I gonna do? I
won't stay in my room the rest of my life.

Hold on.

Hey. Hey. What the fuck
is Seth doing here?

Did you invite him over?

No, he always comes over here.

All right. Danny, give me a minute.

Just give me one minute.

Yeah.

God, are you still here, Goodyear?

You calling me a blimp,
you fucking Democrat?

When was the last time
you were able to see your feet?

Come in here, Danny.

Seth.

Hey, man,
you going to Cam's party tonight?

Is Davina's ass watertight?

You're fucking sick, man.

All right, relax.
Let me ask you a few questions.

I'm not in the mood.
I got homework to do.

Tell me some of the shit you've learned,
fuck-ass, before I pistol-whip you.

Okay. I believe in death, destruction,
chaos, filth and greed.

Cut the shit, Dan. Come on.
Tell me what I wanna hear, asshole.

- You mean that shit about your mother?
- You wanna get fucking beaten, Danny?

I'm not fucking talking to you, Davina.
Why don't you shut up?

Look, you got to let me do this
my own way, all right?

I'll take care of it.

Who do you hate, Danny?

I hate anyone that isn't white Protestant.

Why?

They're a burden to the advancement
of the white race.

- Some of them are all right, I guess.
- None of them are fucking all right, Danny.

They're all fucking freeloaders.
Remember what Cam said?

"We don't know them. We don't wanna
know them. They're the fucking enemy."

What don't you like about them?
And say it with some fucking conviction.

I hate the fact that it's cool
to be black these days.

- Good.
- I hate this hip-hop...

...fucking influence
on white fucking suburbia.

- Good.
- And I hate Tabitha Soren...

...and all her Zionist MTV fucking pigs...

...telling us we should get along.

Save the rhetorical bullshit,
Hillary Rodham Clinton...

...because it ain't gonna fucking happen.

That's the best shit I've heard
come out of your mouth.

Danny, no. I feel sorry for you, Danny.

I know you don't believe that.

- Shut up, Davina!
- No, you shut the fuck up!

Get out of the house, you piece of shit!
Please go.

Is that any way to talk to a guest?

A friend of the family?

- Derek hates you and you don't realize it.
- Hey, how do you know who I hate?

Fucking A. Back from the dead.

God bless Jesus Christ, man.

I think you lost weight, man. I can get
my arms almost all the way around you.

Fifty fucking pounds, man.
Jesus, look at this hair. Holy shit.

- Yeah, I told him it's gotta go.
- It's good to have you back.

Grab your jacket,
let's get the fuck out of here.

All right. I wanna talk to him one second.

Look...

Hey, uh, listen...

...did you pull some shit
in school today?

- No, just the usual.
- I'm telling you, man, this kid is awesome.

- Did you turn in a paper on Mein Kampf?
- Yeah.

- Awesome.
- You should've—

- Sweeney probably shit his pants.
- He did, man.

Did Cameron put you up to that?
Did he tell you to do that?

No, man, I thought it would be cool.
How'd you know, though?

- How'd you know?
- Doesn't matter how.

This kid is smart as hell.

Was that Sweeney on the phone?

Yeah, Sweeney called.

What are you talking to Sweeney for?

- Relax. Listen.
- He's got to get a fucking life.

- He pisses me off.
- Sweeney's a good teacher, all right?

Sweeney is a nigger on a power trip,
Vinyard.

That's what he was like
when we were there.

- And it'll never change. Fuck that nigger!
- Hey, Seth.

- Seth, go away. Go away.
- What? Are you kidding?

Go wait in Danny's room. I wanna
talk to my brother. I'm glad to see you.

- I'll be there in one minute.
- Hurry up. I'm starving.

Come here. Seriously, look...

Forget this yahoo. He kills bugs for a
living. You don't wanna be like that.

I'm serious. It's not funny.

Sweeney is a good teacher.
You can learn from him.

So don't fuck it up
with small-fry shit like that.

You got to be smarter than that.

You gotta see the bullshit paper
he's making me write.

I know about it. He told me about it.
I don't care.

Do it. You do anything he tells
you to do. I mean it.

I don't want you in trouble in school,
trying to impress me...

...taking this shit in there, all right?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I guess, but I was doing it
because I thought you'd be happy.

Well, I'm not.

Shit. Listen to that.

Yeah, I know. It's been getting worse.

All right, don't worry about it.
I'll talk to you about this later.

- Okay.
- Later.

She's coughing her lungs out and you're
blowing this shit in her face all day.

- Put it out.
- I'm putting it out.

All right. Come on.

Hey. Come on, I wanna talk to you.

Mommy, are you okay?

What are you doing? Put that out.

I'm yelling at him for blowing smoke
and you're here sucking on it.

Nice thing to come home to, huh?

Yeah.

You all right?

You all right?

Look...

...you gotta take it easy.
You gotta get some rest.

I want you to take Danny's and my room
and we'll hit the couch.

- Couch is fine for now.
- No, it's not fine. It's not. This is terrible.

We can't live like this.

We gotta get out of here.

Can I go with you?

Yeah, we all gotta get out of here.
That's the point.

I could drop out of school.

No. No, absolutely not. You gotta finish.
I'll work something out.

Derek, can we please go eat?
I'm fucking starving here.

I don't give a shit!
Go wait in the living room!

- God.
- I want him out of my house.

I know, I know. Look.

He's an idiot. He's always been an idiot.

Whatever, dude. He can't help it.
I gotta do that paper.

Look, I'm gonna catch up with you
later tonight.

Not at Cameron's, all right?
I need you to stay away from there.

- Why? I thought we were gonna hang.
- Trust me. I'll explain it later.

I need you to stay away from the party,
all right?

- Whatever.
- Hey, I'm not kidding.

Promise me you'll stay
away from that party.

I'm not fucking 14 anymore, all right?

Whatever.

God!

Come on, let's go.

- Where are you parked?
- Out back.

- Yeah, that's the whole bunch.
- Right.

It didn't take long for Derek
to make a name for himself.

And Cameron knew just how to use it.

You sure you don't wanna
stick around?

You know I'd love to...

...but I gotta be careful.

Yeah, I know.

- We'll see you back at the house, then.
- Right.

- All right.
- Good luck.

He sent Derek to the kids...

...to the frustrated ones.

The ones who were sick of getting their
asses kicked by black and Mexican gangs.

Don't just be some punk...

...be part of something.

All right, let's go. Pull it together.

And everybody ate it up.
They did whatever Derek told them to.

Let's go. Come on,
we're not here to fucking socialize.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Check this shit out, man.

You want a little toke? Huh? Go ahead.

- Curtis, what is that?
- Aw, come on, Derek.

Weed is for niggers.
Put that away right now.

- Aw, Jesus fucking Christ.
- Have a little self-respect.

All right, listen up.
We need to open our eyes.

There's over 2 million illegal immigrants
bedding down in this state tonight.

This state spent $3 billion last year...

...on services for people who had
no right to be here in the first place.

Three billion dollars.

Four hundred million dollars just to lock up
a bunch of illegal immigrant criminals...

...who only got into this country
because the INS decided...

...it's not worth the effort
to screen for convicted felons.

Who gives a shit?
Our government doesn't give a shit.

Our border policy is a joke.

So is anybody surprised that south
of the border they're laughing at us?

- Laughing at our laws.
- Yeah.

Every night these parasites
stream across the border...

...like some fucking piñata exploded.

- Ha-ha-ha.
- Don't laugh!

There's nothing funny going on here.
This is about your life and mine.

It's about decent, hardworking Americans
falling through the cracks...

...and getting the shaft.
The government cares about...

...the constitutional rights of a bunch of
people who aren't citizens of this country!

On the Statue of Liberty, it says, "Give me
your tired, your hungry, your poor."

Well, it's Americans who are
tired and hungry and poor.

And I say until you take care of that,
close the fucking book!

Because we're losing.

We're losing our right
to pursue our destiny.

We're losing our freedom...

...so that a bunch of fucking foreigners
can come in and exploit our country.

And this isn't something
that's going on far away.

This isn't happening in places
we can't do anything about it.

It's happening right here! Right in our
neighborhood. Right in that building.

Archie Miller ran that grocery store
since we were kids here.

Dave worked there, Mike worked there.

He went under, and now some fucking
Korean owns it, who fired these guys...

...and is making a killing because
he hired 40 fucking border-jumpers.

I see this shit going on and I don't see
anybody doing anything about it.

And it fucking pisses me off!

So look around you.

This isn't our neighborhood.
It's a battlefield.

We're on a battlefield tonight.
Make a decision.

Are we gonna stand on the sidelines...

...quietly standing there
while our country gets raped?

Fuck that.

Are we gonna ante up
and do something?

- Fuck, yeah!
- Hell, yeah!

You're goddamn right we are.

Come here!

Don't you know it's against the law
to hire border-jumpers, you nip bastard?

Fuck that! Fuck that!

Sweetheart. No, you don't need this.
We're not gonna hurt you.

Please! Please, no!

You fucking spic!

You know what?
I think this bitch is hungry.

This bitch stinks.
Get me cleaning products.

Smells like fish and chips
and guacamole.

Here we go.

Yeah, that's it.

Get the fuck up!

Get down!

Have some fucking beans,
you goddamn beaner.

Yeah!

- Take my job.
- You donkey bitch!

Get some of that in there.

- Throw it on, throw it on.
- Hey, that's a great color on you.

You can get a white woman's job,
bitch.

- A little better than this one, huh?
- Yeah.

- White.
- You can move up in the world, huh?

Asshole!

Let's go. We're out of here.
Everybody out. Let's go. Now. Now!

All right, let's go! Let's go!

- Let's go.
- Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Let's go.

No green card, no fucking work,
comprendes?

- Come on. Come on!
- Go, go, go.

We're fucking done! Come on!

Dad was gone.
But things were almost normal again.

Derek had a good job.
Mom was starting to live a little.

Everyone was feeling so good
that we just didn't see it coming.

Maybe we should have.

The irony is that most of the stores
that were destroyed during the riots...

- ...were owned by black people.
- That's stupid, though.

Why trash your own neighborhood?

Well, that's my point.
It's an irrational act.

It's like an expression of rage
by people who feel neglected...

...and turned away by the system.

Exactly.
I mean, it's like we had in Watts...

...or the riots in Chicago in '68—

I don't buy that for a minute.

Calling a riot an irrational expression
of rage, that's such a cop-out.

It's opportunism at its worst.
A bunch of people...

...grabbing any excuse they can find
to go and loot a store.

The fact these people ripped off stores...

...in their own communities
reflects that these people...

...have no respect for the law.

And certainly no concept of community
or civic responsibility.

Wait a minute. White people commit
crimes against white people too.

But they're not offing each other
in record numbers all over America.

Look at the statistics, for chrissakes.

One in every three black males is in
some phase of the correctional system.

Is that a coincidence or do these people
have a racial commitment to crime?

Not only that. They're proud of it.

Maybe it says something about prejudice
in the judicial system.

If you wanna talk about
criminal statistics...

...you might wanna take a look at
the social inequalities that produce them.

Yap, yap. You know what?
That's exactly what I hate.

You're taking one thing
and calling it something else...

...and alleviating the responsibility that
these people have for their own actions.

It's like saying:

"It's not a riot, it's rage.
It's not crime, it's poverty."

It's just nonsense. It's bullshit. It's
exactly what happened in this trial too.

Because the media twisted things around
so people focused on these cops...

...whether they'd get convicted...

...and whether Rodney King's
civil rights had been violated.

Everybody lost sight
of Rodney King himself.

The guy's a multiple felon
by his own admission.

He's high as a goddamn kite, driving
120 miles an hour down the highway.

He gets pulled over by a bunch of cops,
and he attacks them.

He attacked police officers.
Bottom line. And he walked.

And there's some yahoo with a video
camera who turned it on halfway through...

...so all we see is them hitting him.

Exactly. Powell and Koon winding up
and cracking him with billy clubs...

...and Briseno's kicking him
in the back of the skull.

And people are going,
"Oh, this poor guy."

Poor guy who attacked 4 cops.

And those cops end up on the stand
defending themselves...

...for using absolutely standard,
textbook self-defense procedures.

I don't think the tape showed that at all.

You didn't think so?
And what, you're an authority, Ma?

Murray, what do you think?

I did think that the police used
their clubs rather excessively.

Who are you to say what's excessive?
I think it was totally appropriate.

They're in a better position
to make that call than you are.

In fact, we as society, grant cops a certain
amount of authority to make those calls...

...because we acknowledge that their job
is difficult and dangerous.

You know? Unfortunately, very few
people, like, respect that authority.

Look who's talking about respect here,
Mr. Junior-KKK.

- What?
- Davina.

You wanna go to college, Davina?
You should learn to listen.

I didn't say I respected laws.
I acknowledge a cop's authority.

I don't respect laws that let monkeys
like Rodney King on the street.

Second, I am not, as you well know...

...a member of a low-rent, disorganized
bunch of rednecks like the fucking KKK.

Please. So take your head
out of your ass.

You've gotten off the point.

- I had a point. That wasn't the point.
- Do you have one? What is your point?

All right, think about this.

If Danny had been
walking across the street...

- ...and Rodney King had plowed into him—
- Can we just drop this Rodney King thing?

Mm-hm.

Who would like some dessert?

We're having a discussion.

We're having a nice discussion, right?

If Rodney King had been hopped up
on Chivas Regal and PCP...

...and killed Danny,
you'd sing a different tune.

I didn't see him hit anybody
and neither did you.

He didn't happen to kill anybody.

- Thank God.
- Keep it down, okay? Ally's sleeping.

If he had, though? Come on, think about it.
If that monkey had run some kid over...

...everybody would have a different
opinion of this matter.

They'd be focused on Rodney King
and not on these officers.

But instead, he just attacked a few cops.

Now all the sudden it's Hands Across
America for this total son of a bitch.

I mean, it blows my mind.

We're hung up on this notion
we have some...

...obligation to help
the struggling black man.

Cut him some slack until he can overcome
these historical injustices.

It's crap. This stuff you guys
are saying perpetuates it.

All this liberal nonsense.

Everyone's looking the other way
while our country rots from inside out.

Christ, Lincoln freed the slaves,
what, like, 130 years ago?

How long does it take
to get your act together?

Well, Jews have been persecuted
for over 5000 years.

Are you saying that it's wrong
to feel sensitive about anti-Semitism?

Forget that. I'm with you.
I am with you all the way, baby.

- I'm sick of these liberal hypocrites.
- Here we go again. I love this part.

Well, look at the way that they
scapegoated Chief Gates.

They'd come down that hard
on black Willie Williams?

- No way. The video was a setup.
- Jesus Christ. Can I please be excused?

- Yes.
- No, you cannot. Don't interrupt.

Excuse me, I was talking.
I listened to you.

The hell do you think you are?

- She's in the middle of a point.
- Who do you think you are?

- Sit down!
- No. Fuck you!

- Sit down! Shut up!
- Derek, calm down.

- Sit down!
- Derek, calm down.

- Shut up!
- Don't tell him to shut up!

- Sit your ass down! No.
- Fuck you, move!

- Sit down, shut up!
- Get out of my way! Move!

Goddamn it, Derek, move!

Shut your mouth
and give my girlfriend respect.

Derek, what are you trying to prove?

Murray, stay out of it! Come here. Hey.
Where do you think you're going?

- Derek, let her go! Derek, let her go!
- Come here!

You need to learn
some fucking manners, Davina.

- Shut your fucking mouth! Shut up!
- Derek!

Stop!

She can't breathe!

Let her go!

Are you gonna apologize?

Are you gonna apologize? Are you?

You're a fucking asshole.

I hate you!

What are you doing, Derek?
This is your family.

Right, my family. So you know what?
I don't give two shits about you...

...anybody else or what you think.
You're not part of it, never will be.

- That has nothing to do with it!
- It doesn't?

You don't think I see
what you're doing?

You think I'll sit here and smile while
some kike tries to fuck my mother?

It's never gonna happen!

Fucking forget it. Not on my watch.
Not while I'm in this family.

I will fucking cut your Shylock nose off
and stick it up your ass...

...before I let that happen.
Coming in here...

...and poisoning my family's dinner with
your Jewish, nigger-loving, hippie bullshit!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Yeah, walk out.

Asshole-fucking, Cabala-reading
motherfucker!

Get the fuck out of my house!

You see this?
That means "not welcome."

- What did I do?
- You disgust me!

You disgust me! Bring him to our table!

Primping your hair and your dress!

- Don't touch me! All tarted up!
- What did I do to you?

How could you bring him to Dad's table?
How could you go from Dad to that?

Aren't you ashamed?

I'm ashamed that you came out of my body!

Go run to your fucking kike!
Go run to him!

It's okay. I'm proud of you, baby.

I'm so sorry, Doris.

I really am.

- He's gone.
- He's just a boy...

...without a father.

Doris, you don't know the world
your children are living in.

Goodbye.

Hey. You all right?

- Take this, you fucking dick!
- Hey, no. No, no, come here!

- Fuck you!
- Calm down!

- Let go of me!
- Calm down!

Let me go, goddamn it!

- Sorry. I'm sorry.
- Fuck you!

I would never hurt you. You know that.

Come on, I screwed up. I lost control.

It's not you.

I'm sorry.

Come on, I'd never hurt you guys.
I'd never hurt you.

You know that. I'd do anything for you.

I don't believe you.

I trust you, Derek.

Hi.

Hi. What are you doing out of bed, huh?

- Want a plane ride?
- Yeah.

Going for takeoff.

- Woo-hoo!
- Heh-heh-heh.

Oh, no.

No, no! Don't crash!

Gotta go to Mom.

She's a crazy flier.

Kiss Mom. Oh, yeah.

Okay.

- You don't feel too hot.
- No, it's in my chest.

- What are you up to?
- I'm just thinking.

A lot of that going around.

- I don't even know how we got here.
- Mom.

Like I let you all down.
I don't know when it happened.

Mom, it's okay.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

It's cold in here. No wonder you're sick.

Don't get sick from cold,
you get sick from germs.

No, you get sick from smoking.

You gotta quit. It's not good for you.

What are you looking at me like that for?

When are you gonna let that
beautiful hair grow back?

The day you quit smoking.

Deal.

I better get Ally to bed.

- Say good night to Mom?
- Mm-hm.

Then you have to go to bed. Come on.

- Good night, Mama.
- Good night, baby.

Good night, Mom.

I go back to that night
again and again in my mind.

I try to stop it from happening.

I want you out of this house.

That's fine. I'll be gone in the morning.

He can move in with me.

In my mind,
I imagine what would've happened...

...if I hadn't gone into that room
and told him.

Danny, get down!

No, Danny!

Mommy!

Nigger, you just fucked with
the wrong bull.

- Come here!
- Get off!

You should've learned your place
on the fucking basketball court!

But you fucking monkeys
never get the message!

My father gave me that truck,
you motherfucker!

You ever shoot at firemen?

You come here, you shoot at my family?

I'm gonna teach you a real lesson,
motherfucker.

Put your fucking mouth on the curb.

Come on, man!

Put it on the curb! Right now!

- That's it.
- Derek, no!

No!

Now say good night.

Fucker.

Drop your weapon!
Put your weapon on the ground!

Put your hands up!

I said, get your hands up!

Now turn around!

Put your hands behind your head!

Get down on your knees right now!

It's all right.

It's all right.

Let's go.

Come on.

She ain't gonna open the door?

I don't know.
Someone's there looking at us. Hello?

Danny, it's for you.

I'll be right there.

Open the door, Danny!
It's fucking freezing!

Danny, this party's gonna be sick!

Come on, Danny!

I'm gonna go get some beers.

Hey, what a party, huh, fat Seth?

I'm not fat, asshole! I'm husky.

What the fuck's up, Seth?

Drink up, Danny,
before your brother sees you.

Holy fuck. He's here?

- Yeah, he's here.
- He's fucking here.

- Go pay your respects.
- Fuck you, Seth.

Let's go talk to Cameron, Danny.

- Father Vinyard?
- How's it going? I'm Jason, this is Chris.

- We're friends with your brother.
- You are a fucking god, man!

- Oh, shit, yeah.
- Derek!

Hey.

- I thought you turned that paper in.
- I did...

...and now fucking Murray
turned me in...

...and so Sweeney's
making me write another one.

Good old Sweeney.
He never stops trying, now, does he?

He's one of those proud-to-be-nigger
people. I hate those guys.

Now, wait a minute, Danny.

He's not proud.

He's a manipulative,
self-righteous Uncle Tom.

He's trying to make you feel guilty
about writing about Adolf Hitler. Yeah.

Some nigger, some spic writes about
Martin Luther King...

...or fucking Cesar "Commie" Chavez...

- Heh-heh-heh.
- ...gets a pat on the head.

Yeah.

I mean, you can see the hypocrisy
in that, can't you?

Definitely.

Come on, let's go. Let's go.

No, listen to me.

I wanna see you, okay? I do.
But I gotta take care of something tonight.

- Okay.
- You understand?

Yeah. I'm here.
When you're ready, I'm here.

- Look, would you do something with me?
- Anything.

Leave with me.

- Leave where?
- Leave here. Leave all this.

Just come with me.

Why would you wanna leave? They
worship you. You're like a god to them.

If you think we had it good before...

- ...wait till you see what it's like now.
- I don't want all that.

I don't want my family involved.
Everything I've done here has fucked it up.

- Do you understand?
- You think what you did was wrong?

Oh, baby. Oh, come on.

Those niggers got exactly
what they deserved...

...and we all know that.

I understand you just got out...

...but no one's gonna hurt you.
No one can touch you.

There's a small army out there.

We won't let a bunch of spooks
kick us out of here.

Stacey, you're not listening to me, okay?
I'm not scared.

I don't want it anymore.

I'm done with it. I'm through with this.

It's...

It's bullshit, Stacey.

Listen, you don't need this, Stacey.
Come on, trust me.

If you wanna be with me,
just trust me. Come with me.

Come on.

You're nuts.

You are nuts. No way.

I don't think you realize
what's been going on here.

We are 10 times what we were,
and we are bloody organized.

I mean, it is like nothing
you have ever seen!

This is a mistake. Forget it.

Wait a second. Wait a second.
What was a mistake?

Stacey, just say goodbye.
Just say goodbye.

This isn't you.

- I know you.
- You don't know anything about me, Stacey.

- Hey. Are you Danny's brother?
- Yeah.

Tell him Lizzy's looking for him.

Lizzy. Thank you.

We'll let the niggers, kikes and spics
grab for their piece of the pie.

Can't blame them.

Of course,
they're gonna have to fight to get it.

And if we scare the fuck out of people...

...and a few people get killed
in the process, so be it.

You gonna put that
in your paper, Danny?

- Ha, ha. Hey, man.
- Well, look who's here.

The return of the soldier.

- What are you doing here, Danny?
- Come on, man. I had to check it out.

- You knew I was gonna come.
- Let the kid alone, Derek.

He knows when to go to bed.

- Go wait outside.
- Come on, I'm not doing anything.

There's a little blond sitting out there.

She keeps asking for you.
She's dying. Come on.

- Well, I gotta check out.
- Go easy on her.

All right.

Wait for me right outside.

Take it easy.

Chill out.

You're on safe ground.

You don't have to watch your ass
around here.

Come on, sit down. Relax.

I'm sorry. The party was a little quick.

But we're just so damned glad
you're back, Derek.

- It's only natural you should feel funny.
- I don't feel funny, Cam.

You know, you made the fat kid nervous.
He thinks the joint messed with your mind.

It did.

Glory, glory hallelujah

Glory, glory hallelujah

The white man marches on

Things have changed
since you've been gone, Derek.

You talk about organization?

Wait till you see
what we've done with the Internet.

We've got every gang from Seattle
to San Diego working together now.

They're not competing.
They're consolidated.

Only thing we lack
is a little overall leadership.

And that's where you come in.

Because people out there
got a lot of respect for you, Derek.

- When you're ready, talk to me about it.
- Well, you can forget about that.

I'm done with it, Cam.

Yeah, well, I know you grew out of that...

...shaved-head bullshit
a long time ago, thank God.

I like your hair the way it is now.

See, that's what I mean.
We're thinking bigger now.

- No more of this grocery store—
- You're not listening.

I am done with it. All that bullshit
out there and all your bullshit too.

I'm out.

I understand how you feel.
You've just done some hard time—

Don't fucking talk to me about hard time.

- You don't know a thing about it.
- I done mine.

You didn't do shit.
I found out about your story.

You did two months, then rolled over
on two kids and let them go down for you.

So don't feed me your fucking lies,
Cameron!

All right, then. This is stupid.

I'm done.

Look, you go cool off.
Get laid. Do something.

Get your head on straight,
then I'll talk to you.

But it doesn't matter if I don't, does it?

You got the next crop
all lined up and ready to go...

- ...you fucking chicken hawk!
- Excuse me?

You prey on people, Cam! You use them!

I lost three years of my life
for your fucking phony cause...

...but I am onto you,
you fucking snake.

Hey, Derek. Watch it. Be careful.

Remember where you are.

This is not a fucking country club
where you can waltz in and out of here—

Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

I came in here to tell you one thing:
I am out. Out!

And Danny is out too.

You come near my family again,
I'll fucking kill you.

Well, excuse me, but fuck you, Derek.

You can't come barking threats at me.

You can do whatever you want,
but Danny is a good kid.

He's not some whining pussy like you.
He needs my help and I'll give it to him.

If you come near Danny again...

...I will feed you your fucking heart,
Cameron.

I won't have to.

He'll come to me.

I'm more important to him now
than you'll ever be.

Shit!

You're a fucking dead man, Vinyard.

Hey, hey, hey. Where's Cameron?

Where the fuck is he?

- Hey, Derek.
- Hey, Derek.

Stay away from me, Stacey. Danny!

Why don't you share
what you just said to me...

...you piece-of-shit, race-trading nigger!

- Fucking nigger?
- You monkey-fucking traitor!

Are you a fucking nigger?

Hey, Danny! Come on.

He's a fucking nigger. Nigger. Nigger.

Cam's out cold!

Where the fuck are you going?

He's got a gun!

- Yo, yo, back up, back up.
- Seth.

You make me fucking sick!

Seth! Put down the fucking gun!

Go ahead. Shoot.

- Shoot him! Do it, Seth! Shoot him!
- Seth. Holy shit.

- Traitor.
- Kick his ass.

- Seth!
- Do it, Seth, do it.

- Shoot him.
- Do it! Shoot him!

Oh, God.

Back up. Move.

Back up. Back up. Back the fuck up.

Move. Move.

Easy, Derek. Hey. Hey.

- Danny, easy.
- Fuck you. Who do you think you are?

Danny, Danny. Relax. Relax.

- Who do you think you are?
- Danny. Take it easy, Dan. Take it easy.

I fucking hate you, Der!

All right. Shh, shh. I mean it.

Hey, come on. Come on.
Shut up. Shut up.

- Take it easy.
- What's happened to you, Der?

Take it easy. Take it easy.

What's happened to you, Der?

Come on. Come on.

This is so fucked.

Look. I'm sorry. All right?

You weren't supposed to see that.
I told you not to come.

Fuck you, man.

That was so fucked up.

I know. I know.

- God.
- It wasn't supposed to happen that way.

That was fucked up.

- That's all there is to it.
- Not what I had planned.

It just all went to shit.

It went to shit.

Totally out of control.

What's fucking happening to you, man?

Hey. Look at me.

I can't go back to that, Dan.

Can't go back to what?

To any of it. Those guys, the gang,
that life. I'm done with it.

What happened to you up there?

C Block! Back at the chow!
Don't be late today, you piece of shit!

Let's go! You wanna eat today?

Get up! Five minutes!

This is my fucking house! Get up!

What the fuck's your problem,
you asshole?

Move!

Joe, open the fucking gates.

All right, back up.

Five minutes. Step forward.

Those beds better be made.

After two days in that place,
I didn't think I'd make it a week.

Come on there, motherfuckers.

You wanna eat today, you piece of shit?

You white-trash piece of shit.
You think you're fucking special?

Button that top button. Let's go! Move!

Are you fucking eyeballing me?
Don't eyeball-fuck me, asshole.

I'll fucking kill you.

Fucking keep my eye on you,
you white piece of shit.

Don't fucking eyeball me, boy,
or I'll fucking skull-fuck you!

Step forward.

Turn to the left.

Step forward to chow. Let's go.

Come on.

Hey, fish, straight ahead.
Straight ahead, fucker.

Let's go.

All the wrong people
knew who I was anyway...

...so I figured I'm just gonna put
up a flag and hope a friend sees it.

That's the catapult right there.

- How you doing?
- Good.

Have a seat.

- Spike. Good to meet you.
- Hey.

Don't fuck with me, all right? Because
I'm the most dangerous man in this prison.

You know why?

Because I control the underwear.

All right, we pick them up over here
and we sort them over there.

I hope you work out, all right?
The last guy they sent me...

...didn't wear no drawers,
couldn't read the sizes in the drawers...

...and used to sniff the drawers.

We got two sizes: medium and large.
All right?

All you do is put the mediums
with the mediums...

...and the large with the large.

It's a boring job, but it's better than
that last shit they had me doing.

I spent two years in the kitchen, ha,
scrubbing hot-ass pots and pans.

That, you don't wanna do. All right?

You should be happy
that you landed this job.

Ain't no telling what the hell
they'll have you do in the joint.

By the way, uh...

...what are you in for?

Probably robbed some old lady, huh?

Okay, I know your kind, right?

Badass peckerwood with an attitude.

Well, let me tell you something, man.

You better watch your ass.

Because in the joint...

...you the nigger, not me.

I was a year in. I thought I was cruising.

Then everything
started getting complicated.

I'll take care of that, all right?

What the fuck is that?

What's that all about?

Oh, that's just politics, man.
Favors, you know.

He's doing favors for that fucking spic?

Mitch has got a little something extra
on the side with them boys, you know.

You're kidding, right?

No.

That's bullshit, man.
Somebody should say something to him.

What the fuck is he thinking?

Mitch is the only reason
why you're not a corpse.

- Remember that.
- You know what? I don't fucking give a shit.

I can take care of myself.
He shouldn't be doing that.

I'm getting sick of it.
A lot of hard talk around here...

...and not a lot of follow-through.

I think you'd better chill out...

...on the preaching bullshit, okay?
We're getting a little tired of that shit.

Ease up on it.

What are you doing here, Doris?

I was in the neighborhood.

Well, look, I told you I don't want you
all coming here.

I don't care what you told me, okay?

I need to talk to you now.

So how is everyone?

Davina's great.
She's, uh, getting straight A's almost.

And, uh, Ally's walking...

...and starting to talk a little.

- How's Danny?
- Danny?

Danny.

He holds you up so high.

He thinks you're the greatest.

He's always bragging about you
to Cameron...

...and all his new friends.

He's starting to remind me of you.

Jesus, don't sound so worried, all right?

I'm sure he's fine.

I mean, he's 16 years old, Doris.
He's not gonna be a little angel forever.

You think because I watched
my first-born fuck up his entire life...

...that I can sit here and see my baby
follow him down the same toilet?

You know what? I can't fix all
this shit from up here, okay?

I'm not asking you to.

It makes me feel bad. I'm trying to get
through this, you make it harder.

You think you're the only one
doing time, Derek?

You think you're here all alone?

You think I'm not in here with you?

Fuck, man.

Every day you go through these sheets
like you gonna get to the end of them.

Look, nigga, will you chill the fuck out?

Goddamn! No matter how fast
you get through them, man...

...they'll keep bringing them in
and bringing them in.

Throwing them around ain't gonna do
a thing but give you a heart attack.

Know what? That's cool with me.

But you're gonna give me
a goddamn heart attack too!

I know, I know.
I'm just a dumb stupid nigger, right?

What do I know?

I know I ain't the one getting mad
at them damn sheets, though.

As a matter of fact, the only sheets
I get mad at? I'll tell you.

"Boys, this is what we gonna do.

We gonna hate some niggers.

We gonna hate some goddamn niggers. That's
all we'll do, is hate niggers all day.

I don't know what a nigger is,
but we'll hate them.

My cousin Derek
is in the pen right now...

...working next to a nigger,
driving him nigger crazy."

See? That's the ticket.

Nice and easy.

Now we can ignore each other in peace.

I go, "What you doing?"
Know what he tells me?

He goes, "It's better than the pig
I just tried to fuck."

Never lets me finish.

- Why don't you tell a joke?
- Did you fuck him too?

I get back, she's laying on her back.
She likes the wine bottle thing, right?

What's up?

Will you get to the fucking point?
Jesus Christ.

He was taking it from the Mexicans
and dealing it out to his own people.

He didn't believe in shit.
None of them did.

Took too damn long.

Hey. Hey, Vinyard!

What?

Come on, man. Don't look at me like that.

You know what that smells like, right?

Come on, don't tell me this smell
doesn't remind you of a woman.

God, I miss that smell, man.

The job I had on the outside
wasn't much better than this one.

But at least I gotta go home at night
and lie down next to this sweet smell.

God, I miss that.

You got a woman?

Yeah, you got a woman, man.

Let me give you some advice. All right?

She comes to visit you...

...whatever you do, no matter what,
don't let her leave here in a fight.

Don't let her walk out of here
with a bad attitude. If you do...

...you spend next week wondering if she's
getting her fuck on with somebody else.

She comes to see you it's nothing
but sweet talk through that glass.

Send her away floating, all right?

Because it's not like the real world.
Where you can fight...

...but it's cool to fight because you
can make up and have make-up sex.

You know what I'm saying? That angry sex.
That sex with an attitude.

Where you lay on your back and let her
take out all that aggression on you.

All guys know that, man.
That's that good sex.

It's that pow, pow, pow.

Let her get on top
and she's gonna punish you first, right?

"You been a bad boy, huh?

You been a bad boy
and I'm gonna punish you.

I'm gonna put it on you.
Don't you ever let me catch you...

...looking at another woman.

Yeah. I may forgive you if you bring it.

I think I can. I forgive.

I forgive. Oh, right there. Right there.
You hitting it. My spot.

That's it. Right. Yeah. Yeah.
Yes. I forgive you.

I forgive you. I for— I for— I forgive you.

I love you!"

Let's keep it moving.

How do you figure the Lakers to ever
be a bigger dynasty than the Celtics?

- The Lakers are like a flare-up. A fluke.
- Are you crazy?

One good coach for four years.
The Celtics are like a dynasty!

Come on, man. The Celtics were, like,
the ugliest team in the history of sports.

A dynasty of ugly motherfuckers, man.

Look at Kevin McHale.

James Worthy?
The guy has a head like a melon.

- No, he had ladies.
- I can't even talk to you.

- I don't even know what you're saying.
- You are tweaking.

Boston Celtics.

- How many is that?
- That's enough.

Enough? All right.

I lost count, man.

- Doesn't matter, man.
- All right.

Who's counting anyway?

All right, so I wanna know something.

What the fuck landed you in here?

You didn't kill.
Too skinny for a gangbanger.

That a bitch. Don't judge a book by its
cover. I can throw these things, all right?

- You know what I'm saying?
- Whatever. Come on. What did you do?

Yo, man, it's none of your business,
all right? It's embarrassing, all right?

What? Embar—?
Everybody in here is embarrassed.

You think? Nobody in here
got away with anything.

What did you do?

Look, man, I stole a TV, all right?

So you stole a TV.
What's embarrassing?

I stole a TV from a store that was right
next door to a doughnut shop, all right?

I run out, the store owner's
running behind me, yelling, bam.

I run into three cops, all right?

I told you it was embarrassing
and you laugh.

Wait a second. Wait a second.

That doesn't make sense.

No, you didn't get six years
for stealing a TV.

- Come on.
- I go in the store, I come out...

...the police officer grabs my arm,
TV falls on his foot and breaks it.

They said I threw the TV at the officer.

Assault. Six years.

Come on. Tell the truth.

You chucked it at him. Or something.

Like I said, I came out of the store...

...he grabbed my arm, it fell on his foot.

What you got for me, baby?
What you got for me? What you got for me?

There you go, baby. Yeah, baby.

That's what I'm talking about!

Put some D on him, now.

Fuck you.

Get a towel! Hold him. Hold him.

- You wanna be a nigger, sweet boy?
- Fuck you!

We're gonna treat you like one.

Come on.

Fuck you.

- That was real sweet.
- Fuck you!

How is he?

Well, he took six stitches.

Hey, man.

Oh, man, what the hell
are you doing here, anyway?

Well, I came to talk about Danny,
but we don't have to do that right now.

I brought you some books.

Well, what about him? You know?
Don't keep me in suspense.

He's headed right where you are.

Oh, man, you know what? My mother
already laid this trip on me, man.

Danny's not my responsibility.
You know?

What do you expect me to do? It
doesn't help. Am I supposed to feel guilty?

I don't want you to do anything. I need
to know the truth about how you feel.

Well, what?
You think I want him in here? I mean...

I don't know. I don't know what I feel.
I'm all...

I feel a little inside out.

Um, you know, I don't know.
There's some things...

...that don't fit.

Well, that happens.

Look, you are too damn smart
to be floating around here...

...pretending you don't see
the holes in this bullshit.

Listen, I said I was confused.
I didn't say I didn't believe in it.

All right.
That's why you have to stay open.

Right now, your anger is consuming you.

Your anger is shutting down the brain
God gave you.

You've been talking about what's going
on in me since I was in high school.

How the fuck do you know so much
about what's going on inside me?

No, I know about me.

I know about this place.
I know about the place you are in.

What do you know
about the place I'm in?

There was a moment...

...when I used to blame
everything and everyone...

...for all the pain and suffering
and vile things that happened to me...

...that I saw happen to my people.

I used to blame everybody.
Blame white people.

Blame society. Blame God.

I didn't get no answers, because
I was asking the wrong questions.

- You have to ask the right questions.
- Like what?

Has anything you've done
made your life better?

No.

You gotta help me now.

Just help me.

Get me out of here, you know?

I'm up in four months for review.

Put in a word for me.

I already have.
So you're out there, then what?

I don't wanna fuck up
my family anymore.

I'll go as far away as I can get.

That's not good enough.

You want my help, you gotta do better
than that. My help is not unconditional.

But running just ain't good enough.

Fuck him.

Fuck him. Fuck him.
Let the niggers have him.

Yo, what's up, D?

Yo, what's all that bullshit you pulled
in the mess hall, man?

Are you out of your fucking mind?
Are you fucking crazy?

D! Look at me, man!

You can't make it on your own.

I'm not afraid of those fucking pussies.
There was six of them, they jumped me.

That won't happen again.
I hope they fucking try.

Look, I'm not talking about
your peckerwood friends!

They were protecting your stupid ass!

You dissed them in public.

Now you're on your fucking own!

Yo, man, I'm talking about the brothers.

They're gonna fuck you, toss your salad,
then smoke your motherfucking ass!

Tell me something I don't already know.
You think I haven't thought about that?

They're gonna come for me,
they're gonna come. Nothing I can do.

What can I do, man?

So I was right back where I started.

Every day, I was sure it was my day.

Every time I stepped out of my cell.

Every time I got in that shower.

I figured it was only a matter of time
before they made a move.

I just hoped that it'd be quick.

But it never came.

I couldn't figure it out.
I knew some of them were itching for it.

But after a while
I just put my head down...

...read the stuff that Sweeney sent me,
and I kept to myself.

The last six months in that place
I was like a ghost.

What's up, man? You getting out?

What the fuck you waiting on?
Get the fuck on out of here.

- Yeah, you know, I got this funny feeling.
- Oh, yeah? What's that?

I'm thinking maybe the only reason I'm
getting out of here in one piece is you.

Come on, man.
Get the fuck out of here, man!

You think I'm gonna put my neck on the line
for a crazy-ass peckerwood?

Yeah. Right. Stupid.

That's what I thought.

I owe you, man.

Man, you don't owe me shit, all right?

Yes, I do.

You'll be out in no time.

Come on, man.
It's a piece of cake. All right?

You just take it easy on the brothers,
all right? The brothers!

God, man.

I'm sorry, Der.

Sorry that happened to you.

No, I'm not. I'm lucky.

I feel lucky because...

...it's wrong, Dan.

It's wrong and it was eating me up.
It was gonna kill me.

And I kept asking myself all the time...

...how did I buy into this shit,
you know?

And it's just because I was pissed off.

And nothing I ever did
ever took that feeling away.

I mean, I killed two guys, Danny.
I killed them.

And that didn't make me
feel any different.

It just got me more lost.
And I'm tired of feeling pissed off, Danny.

I'm just tired of it.

And I'm not telling you what to do.

I'm really not.

But I need you to understand.

Because I love you
and you're my best friend.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I understand.

All right.

Whoo!

Jesus.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Everything okay?
- No, everything's great.

Great. Yeah.
You wanna sleep in our room?

- No, thank you. Yeah. This is good. I'm fine.
- You sure?

Thank you, though.

All right. Come on, let's go.

Good night.

I'm gonna take a shower, all right?

It's hard to look back
and see the truth about people you love.

I think if you asked Derek why it all went
the way it did, and where it all started...

...he'd still say it started
when our father was murdered.

But the truth is, it started earlier.

All right. Are we all meeting together
for the game tonight?

Yes, definitely.

Ben's Burgers, 7:00,
then we go watch the big guy play.

Okay. Yeah.

- Psyching up for the game?
- Yeah, I'm always ready for that.

I got an English exam third period.
I'm having a heart attack. I'm not ready.

What's the matter,
afraid you're gonna get a B?

Might do you good. B minus.

Don't laugh. This guy is different.

Dr. Sweeney? This guy's unbelievable.
I've never had a teacher like this.

He's got two Ph.D.s.
I don't know what he's doing at our school.

- He's not like other teachers.
- What's he got you reading?

We got this essay exam on this book,
Native Son.

- All on this one book.
- Native Son. I don't know that.

That's a big surprise.

What? I read.

Honey, they don't teach
Tom Clancy at school.

Well, they don't.

So, what is it? What is this Native Son?
What is it?

It's this book about this black guy.

We're doing this
whole black literature unit.

What is it, Black History Month?

No, it's just like...

This guy Sweeney, you know,
it's part of the course now.

Yeah.

What?

Nothing. It's just, you know.

It's everywhere I look now.

What?

This affirmative blaction.

Honey, a few new books doesn't
qualify as affirmative black action.

Read the book, ace the guy's test.

Just don't swallow everything
he feeds you whole.

- Just because you see it on the news.
- But like what?

All this stuff about making everything
equal. It's not that simple.

Now you got this book, Native Son.

What happened to the other books
in the course?

They're not any good anymore because
Mr. Two-Ph.D.s says they aren't?

Are you gonna trade in great books
for black books? Does that make sense?

You gotta question these things, Derek.

You gotta look at the whole picture.

We're talking about books here.
But I'm also talking about my job.

I got two black guys on my squad now
who got their job...

...over a couple of white guys
who actually scored higher on the test.

That make sense? Huh?
Yeah, sure, everything's equal now...

...but I got two guys watching my back,
responsible for my life...

...who aren't as good as two others.
They got the job because they were black.

- Not because they were the best.
- That sucks.

Yeah. Is that what America is about?

No. America's about
"best man for the job."

You do your best, you get the job.

You know, this affirmative action crap...

I don't know what that's about.
There's some...

...hidden agenda or something going on.

- You see what I'm saying?
- Yeah, I do.

I don't know,
I didn't think about it like that.

- Well...
- This guy, though...

I don't know. Dr. Sweeney,
he comes on, like, so strong...

...it's kind of hard not to listen to him.

Maybe some of what he says is kind of—

It's bullshit.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

No, no.

It's nigger bullshit.

- You see that, don't you?
- Yeah.

- You gotta watch out for that.
- Yeah, I get what you're saying. I will.

Good boy.

- I'm proud of you.
- Don't worry about it. I got it.

It's 5:40 a.m...

...and in about one minute,
I'm gonna watch the sun come up.

I don't know if I've ever done that.

Anyway, we're gonna try
to pick things up and start over.

It won't be easy,
but we're all together again.

And I feel good.

I'm not sure if this paper
is what you wanted.

If I hit the social significance,
or whatever you're looking for.

But, for what it's worth, thanks a lot.

Wow. You look great.

Look at you.

Yeah. Gotta dress up
for the parole officer.

Is she cute?

She is a fat guy named Hector.

So I'm out of luck.

I just gotta check in, then I'll
see about getting my old job back.

Great.

- Good morning.
- Yes, my love.

Davina, can you—?
Your sister's gonna help you, honey.

- You look great. Knock them dead.
- Okay.

Thanks.

- What would you like to wear?
- I wanna wear my blue dress today.

- You do look good.
- Yeah? I feel silly.

- You look good.
- Yeah?

You feel good?

Yeah. Yeah. I feel, you know...

...a little...

I'm getting there. I'm getting there.

Listen, I don't know...

I don't know if it's okay that I'm here.

I wanna be here.

- I'm gonna get a paper.
- Cool.

- What do you want?
- A maple bar and a large milk.

All right, I got it.

Let me get a coffee, a maple bar
and a large milk to go.

Right away.

- Hey, Derek.
- Hey.

Derek.

- We need to talk.
- What's going on?

Cameron Alexander and Seth Ryan
are at the ICU at St. John's.

- They were jumped last night.
- How bad?

Well, it looks like they're gonna live.

- Then they got lucky.
- Somebody's gotta lose, though.

Aw, what?

We were kind of hoping that maybe
you'd talk to your old crew.

- Come on. No way.
- This is not a good thing.

If there's anybody they'll listen to,
it's you.

No. No, I hate to tell you, but I'm out.

Those guys are probably
gunning for me now.

We're asking for your help here, Derek.

- Did you tell him I was gonna do this?
- Derek.

This has got nothing to do with me.

Yes, it does.
It has everything to do with you.

What are you doing to me?
You know, I'm doing my best.

I'm going like this to keep
my family in the clear.

- Don't ask me to fix this.
- I'm not asking that.

- It was there before me.
- You helped create it. Wanna take a break?

You take a break, you'll find no peace.

The way to find peace is to stick.

It's not gonna make
a fucking bit of difference.

It might.

Do you know what you're asking me to do?
Do you?

Yes. I'm asking you to do
whatever is in your power to do.

Man.

Fuck.

All right.

You're gonna get me shot by white boys.

- I doubt it.
- Yeah, well...

...we're all gonna have a laugh at that,
let me tell you.

I'm gonna take him to school.
I'll be back in half an hour.

Come on.

Hey, you. You got
something good for me this morning?

- I'll give it to you, Dr. Sweeney. All right?
- Yeah, okay.

What's going on?

Come on.

This is so bad for Seth, man.

- I wonder how bad they got fucked up.
- I don't know.

I'm glad they're not dead,
but other than that, I don't care.

Should we visit them?

Visit them? No. No, definitely not.

Definitely not. Just stay out of it.

Listen, too...

...I saw a car cruising by the house last
night when I pulled out of there with Seth.

If you get home before me,
look around the street, all right?

Make sure there's nothing going on.

Oh, man. This is bad.

- They're after you, man.
- It'll cool off.

If I made it through Chino...

...this should be a piece of cake, right?

- Are you gonna be okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know. I'll work it out. Hey.

Keep your head up.
Things are gonna be fine.

It's gonna be fine.

Go turn that paper in.

- Okay. All right, see you.
- Hey, hey, Dan.

I'll see you at home.

All right?

Yeah, I'll see you.

- Hey, good luck, all right?
- Yeah.

See you later.

- We're gonna be late.
- We'd better go.

- Okay.
- All right. Come on.

- Fine.
- All right. I'll catch up with you, all right?

See you later.

- Derek, no!
- Get out of my way!

- All right. All right.
- Get out of my way!

Let him go!

Oh, no. No! No! No!

Oh, Jesus.

No.

Oh, no, no. No.

Oh, Jesus.

God, what did I do?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

So I guess this is where
I tell you what I learned.

My conclusion, right?

Well, my conclusion is...

...hate is baggage.

Life's too short
to be pissed off all the time.

It's just not worth it.

Derek says it's always good
to end a paper with a quote.

He says someone else
has already said it best...

...so if you can't top it,
steal from them and go out strong.

So I picked a guy I thought you'd like:

"We are not enemies, but friends.

We must not be enemies.

Though passion may have strained...

...it must not break
our bonds of affection.

The mystic chords of memory
will swell when again touched...

...as surely they will be,
by the better angels of our nature."

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