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- Fantastic feeling up there.

- Yes, like sitting inside history.

- Did you sign the guest register?

- Yes, thank you.

- Come again.

- Cut that out.

Cut it out.

- I'm entitled to leave my mark.

It's 296 steps up and 296 steps down.

- Don't you got any respect?

- Respect for what?

What are you, some kind of squares?

- Men died here.

There's nothing square about that.

- Beat it.

- Ah, come on, guys.

- Well, I didn't think people cared anymore.

Your first trip to Boston?

- Yes, we're just passing through.

Are you a visitor, too?

No, I live in Boston.

I often come here.

- You must be even more upset by the...

- Vandalism?

That's one of the reasons I come.

Whenever I find myself in moments of weakness,

giving into feelings of faith in mankind, I come here.

I see the desecration of this shrine.

Then I remember again what people really are.

Permit me to introduce myself.

I'm John Westerbrook.

- Tod Stiles.

- Forgive the idiosyncrasy.

I never shake hands.

What are you names?

- Stiles.

- I'm Murdock.

- Murdock, Stiles.

Good names, good American names.

- Buz Murdock and Tod Stiles.

- You're sure?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

- You're planning more site seeing then?

- Oh yeah, this is our first stop.

We're going to Lexington and Concord and uh-

- Don't forget Old Ironside.

- That's right.

- Then you must allow me to be your guide.

- Aww.

- Oh no, I insist.

I know the landmarks quite well.

It would be my pleasure.

- Thank you.

That's very kind of you.

- Not at all.

You haven't met my associates.

Miss Van Ness, Mister Davis, Mister Williams.

- Hi.

- You have your car here?

- Yes, it's right down that street.

- Good, then you can follow me.

I'll pick you up at the corner.

- Say, uh...

- I beg your pardon.

- Well, I was only going to say

that your name seemed familiar to me.

- In what connection?

- When I was in college, the American History text was-

- Henry Westerbrook, my father.

I had him for a living text.

You'll follow us then?

- Thank you.

- Boy this is some guided tour you got us into.

- At least it ought to be interesting.

I wonder what happened to his hand.

- I'm not worried about that.

Why does Westerbrook need a bodyguard?

That's what I want to know.

- Is that what Davis is?

- Come on, don't put me on.

A shoulder holster in broad daylight?

What gives what this guy?

- I don't know, let's find out.

- Yeah.

Get a load of that.

That's Westerbrook's car?

- As I said, this ought to be interesting.

- Stiles, S-T-I-L-E-S.

And M-U-R-D-O-C-K, Murdock.

Apparently, they're from New York.

They're driving a gray sports car.

New York license 2D7876.

They're both in their early twenties.

Now Monitor wants to know who they are,

bloodlines and origins as quickly as possible.

- [Voiceover] I don't have a lot to go on.

- Tell him I know that.

- Yeah, listen, Monitor's aware.

- [Voiceover] I just want you to understand

that this is going to take a little time.

- Yes, we understand.

- I'd like to find out they were friends.

- It would be nice if the world were like that but it isn't.

- You can't have me all to yourself, Amelia.

The inner circle will grow, there will be other friends.

- Those of us who love you have a stake in your welfare.

- Welfare?

Would you have let me do this?

We have a habit of throwing away our past.

Every other country in the world

preserves the marks of its greatness

through the centuries.

We throw away our past before it's hardly born.

Everything must immediately be replaced by something new.

Not necessarily better, merely newer.

But I think how this great ship was discarded

to be save by a single a single palm

in the pennies of school children.

I could kill.

However, there's a great deal more to see.

- Mr. Vorhees, Henry Williams.

I've checked Monitor on your query about the mailing list.

He thinks 12,000 for the Dallas area

would be a good beginning.

And naturally, he doesn't want you hampered by money worries

so we're sending out a check this afternoon for $2,500.

Awake America.

(motorcycle engines revving)

- Lexington. This is where it all began.

The first shot in the American Revolution was fired here.

April 19, 1775.

The Bostom Massacre and the Tea Party had already happened.

The minutemen were already hiding muskets,

bullets, canon here in Lexington.

And the British were under orders to confiscate them.

So they enemy began their match

on the night of April 18, 1775.

The minutemen had already gathered there

in that tavern to await the word.

And it came.

It came.

At 10:30 that night, two lanterns were hung in the steeple

of the Old North Church in Boston.

That was the signal.

And down that road came a man on horseback.

Our first, and perhaps our greatest, hero: Paul Revere.

He risked his life to sound the warning.

"British are coming!" he said.

And the people listened.

You see this spot?

Right there they waited.

A hundred odd brave men, knowing they'd be

outnumbered four to one.

And their commanding officers sounded the battlecry.

"Stand your ground," he said.

"Don't fire unless fired upon.

But if they mean to have a war,

let it begin here."

Those were men.

Sometimes I find communication painful.

Will you forgive me if I move on alone?

- Goodbye.

- I like you both.

If you wish to see me again, please do so.

If you need help, money, advice,

power of any sort, call on me.

- Let me ask you something.

I know what money and advice are,

but what's "power of any sort"?

- Here's the lesson for us, here and now.

Look at what's happened to the memory of a hero.

It's surrounded by these misfits of foreign lands.

The undesirable, the rebel.

Better to have this landmark

wiped off the face of the earth.

I see the rodent, wittled down, eaten away

by these parasites of our heritage.

Mark those faces, because you have to

point out the enemy for those

who are going to fight on our side.

The history and purity of America must be restored.

Awake America.

- Awake America!

- Awake America!

- Awake America!

- I mean, like, what would he have against shaking hands?

Is he afraid of germs?

You think that's what's bugging him?

- Don't turn around.

Just check it in the rearview mirror.

I think somebody's following us.

- Swing around the corner.

Let's complicate his life a little bit, huh?

- Hang on.

- I have a gun, but I'm not reaching for it.

As you can see, I work for the government.

For reasons we'll explain, we didn't

want to lose track of you.

- So, here we are.

- Question is, what do I do with you

for the next hour and a half?

I was supposed to contact you at 3:30.

I was also supposed to do it quietly.

- Alright, what's this all about?

- I'll be right back.

- Curiouser and curiouser, don't it?

- Well, we said it would be interesting

and interesting it's been.

- If we had any sense, we'd open that door,

walk through it and close it behind us.

- Not me, buddy.

I wanted to find out why he couldn't

contact us 'til exactly 3:30.

- Well, in the first place, I figured

it would take me at least that long

to make a background on you.

In the second place, I had to bring somebody

I want you to meet.

And he had to come all the way from Princeton.

I'm Special Agent Ben Newcombe,

and unlike Mr. Westerbrook, we shake hands around here.

Come on in.

We'll try to ease your curiosity.

This way, gentlemen.

Now, that's Perry Hall.

Perry, I believe you know Mr. Stiles and Mr. Murdock.

Perry's face is a little red.

He's supposed to be an expert in surveillance by auto.

And this, gentlemen, is the one

I was telling you about from Princeton.

Sit down, please.

Make yourselves comfortable.

You're going to be here for some time.

In case it wasn't mentioned to you before,

you're both here voluntarily.

If you should decide to leave,

we won't even try to stop you.

But if you do what we ask you,

I'm not going to say that it might be dangerous, it will be.

Pal, make it dark for me.

Free movie.

Now, this is some film we took ourselves.

And that's a public meeting hall

which John Westerbrook hired for

one of his meetings five days ago.

That's Mr. Westerbrook's car.

- I guess that's before he hurt his hand.

- Oh you'll see him hurt his hand in this movie.

Now, the people around Mr. Westerbrook,

they're the inner circle.

They're the cadre.

The Patriot Sons of Hamilton was organized by

and belongs to Westerbrook himself.

Alright, turn the sound down, will you?

Now, the people you see in the auditorium,

they're just there out of curiosity or boredom.

They just have nothing else to do.

Or some neighbor told them about the society.

Most of them will never turn up

at a Westerbrook meeting again.

Most of the regulars, the hardcore members

of the Patriot Sons of Hamilton, are professional haters.

They belong to several other organizations, too.

That fella you're looking at right now,

he belongs to 23 different hate organizations.

Jack Davis, Westerbrook's personal bodyguard.

He was court-martialed by the Army in 1950

for unnecessary cruelty to a prisoner of war.

He's an expert on explosives.

Emery Williams, a columnist.

PhD, Phi Beta Kappa.

He's Westerbrook's personal theoretician.

He tried to get a post in the State Department some time ago

and he was turned down cold as a security risk.

He's been at mental hospitals three times.

Amelia Van Ness.

Wealthy, probably supports Westerbrook

with most of the money,

although he has some money of his own

that he inherited from his mother.

As near as we can make out,

she's not interested in Westerbrook's ideas,

she's just interested in Westerbrook.

She and Williams hate each other.

Now, Miss Van Ness also hates Jack Davis.

That is mutual.

Three of those fellas there,

they have records of assault and other felonies.

(clapping)

John Westerbrook.

If you've talked with him for 10 minutes,

he's told you that he's the son of the

famous historian, Henry Westerbrook.

He has money, personal charm, and a very fine mind.

Fine mind.

He's got five separate degrees: two PhD's,

one in philosophy, one in mathematics.

He's got an IQ of 158.

Will you turn up the sound, Perry?

- Just as this, this flaming torch is a symbol of the

liberty of which we have been deprived.

And who was it that took away that liberty from us?

May I tell you?

We are to blame, we ourselves.

We brought them here, we invited them here.

We opened up our arms.

Yes, we did.

Read what it says on the Statue of Liberty.

"Give us your poor, your huddled masses,"

we said to them, to this human garbage,

to this refuse from every other country on Earth.

We said unto them, "Come!"

And they came.

This mongrel scum washed over the shores of America

like a tidal wave of garbage.

(clapping and cheering)

Now, it's all very well to decry,

"Love thy neighbor."

But I say, which neighbor?

(laughter)

There is a time to love and time to hate.

But now love is a weakness.

Now is the time to hate.

Wake up, America, and learn to hate before it's too late.

Awake, America!

- Awake America!

Awake America!

Awake America!

Awake America!

Awake America!

Awake America!

- You think that's frightening?

I want you to watch what comes next.

Turn it up, Perry.

Now this is the question and answer period.

- Monitor, do we hae plans to establish

concentration camps in this country?

- It's a happy thought, I'm sure,

but I'm afraid that's a little premature.

Um, yes? In the back.

- This isn't a question, exactly.

It's more like a suggestion.

My friends and I have formed a royalist club on campus

because we believe the time has come

for a monarchy in America.

Now, you would be the king, of course,

and your title could be King John, the first.

- Thank you for the collegiate humor.

Any other questions?

- No, wait a minute!

We're willing to give up our

liberty to put you on the throne.

The least you can do is listen.

Now, the big problem is to find

a woman pure enough to be the queen,

so how about a nationwide beauty contest?

(laughter)

- Get them out of here.

(yelling and jeering)

- Ahh!!!

- In answer to that last question,

the least I can do is give my right hand for my country.

Will you do as much?

- YES!

- Will you follow me?

- YES!

- Without question?

- YES!

- Do you swear it?

- YES!

- AWAKE AMERICA!

AWAKE AMERICA!

AWAKE AMERICA!

AWAKE AMERICA!

AWAKE AMERICA!

- That's it, Perry.

We had a man inside Westerbrook's organization.

Three months ago, he brought us the information

that Westerbrook had acquired a store of plastic explosives.

Enough to blow up two or three city blocks.

He didn't find out where or when

Westerbrook was planning to use it.

Our man was killed in an auto accident

just after he brought us this information.

He might have been murdered.

We don't know.

- Wow.

- Now, we have to replace this man,

and until this morning, we just didn't know how.

- Well, our meeting Westerbrook was an accident.

- Well, that's one of the good things about it, Mr. Stiles.

It was an accident.

And no matter how Mr. Westerbrook checks you,

and believe me, he will,

there's nothing that he or any of his

private detective agencies can find out

that will connect you with us.

Perry, let me see that itinerary, will you?

Now, Mr. Westerbrook is planning a speaking

tomorrow in this area.

Now, that's the schedule.

I want you to get in touch with him.

Tell him that you want to become part of his organization.

He likes you, he'll accept you.

- Now, wait a minute.

- Look, we've had five men looking for those explosives.

One man is dead, and the other four got no place.

- We wouldn't know what to do or where to start.

- Just being near Mr. Westerbrook is important.

Listening, observing.

Any sign, any word that will give

us the lead to where or when.

And you don't even have to contact us.

We'll keep the contact.

- Look, we don't want to look like a couple of heels.

I mean, we're patriotic and all that.

It's just that, well, we don't

know anything about this stuff; we're not qualified.

Okay, so he has some dynamite or something.

- Plastic explosives.

They're not quite the same.

- When Westerbrook was born, his mother died.

The father, as you know, is a busy man.

He handed the child over to a nurse.

When the boy was eight, the father

was told that he was disturbed.

Nineteen, the boy was expelled from a college

because of a fight when he tried to kill

a fellow student with a knife.

On advice from the psychiatrist,

the father tried to have his son committed.

To do that, he had to take him before a jury of his peers.

The jury considered and rejected the father's testimony.

John Westerbrook was sent free to walk in the world.

Even at that time, the psychiatrist was able to predict,

that out of Westerbrook's self-hatred and self-contempt,

he would attempt to mutilate himself

and he would attempt some crime

that would make society so angry

that never again would be allowed to walk free in the world.

You saw him thrust that hand in that flame.

Now, we're asking you, not for his sake,

for the sake of the other people he may hurt,

to help prevent him from taking that next step.

You know, you must know, that not even

the thought of mass-murder will stop him.

- Are you his psychiatrist or...?

- This is Henry Westerbrook.

- That's right, I'm John's father.

- You'll start the first thing in the morning.

You'll go to him and tell him that

you spent the whole evening thinking about what he said,

wrestling with your conscience.

You think he's right.

- Then how does Monitor see the future of our country?

- Future?

There will be a commander.

Look, a real commander, not a president elected by the mob.

The people, what do they know?

This man will be chosen.

- Is that the role that Monitor sees for himself?

- Stiles, you've been attending

these meetings night after night.

Haven't you been listening?

Now, Monitor's destiny is to make it happen.

- How?

- An incident.

Blood will be spilled, and then more blood.

Then they will listen.

That's his role, to make it happen.

Then Americans will awake.

Because of him, after him there will be a commander.

- What kind of an incident?

- Don't you try to get close to me.

Don't interfere with me, mongrel.

We don't trust you.

- Mongrel?

- Yes, we checked on you, you know?

What are you? An orphan.

What are your bloodlines?

Who knows?

Is that your name? Murdock?

On the contrary, it's somebody's name chosen at random,

handed to you.

- Wait a minute, Williams.

- But not on that account your name.

Who are you?

What are you?

A mongrel.

- Stop it!

Stop it, I say!

What's going on here?

- The report.

I told this mongrel.

- You told him, Emery?

I make the decisions here.

- I know you can't stand to be touched

but I'd like to put my fingers to your forehead

and draw your pain into me.

- To be touched is to be undone.

What is the memory that holds me to my purpose

except my hate fed by my pain?

Whoever takes my pain does me no kindness.

Whoever teaches me love, destroys my purpose.

- I understand.

- I'd be surprised if you did.

You've no concept of distraction.

You've no concept of the fury

which calls the attention of the world.

Do you know what I really intend to do?

Do you understand how terrible an act I must perform?

Not Oedipus, who killed his own father,

or that other Greek, who slew his mother,

was as terrible as I will be.

Do you understand that?

How could you understand?

You relate to me through the female principle of love.

I relate to a greater love, love of country.

A love that has brought me guilt and pain and hate.

Give me an ampul, please.

- Monitor.

Monitor, we've got the permits.

He fought them like a tiger.

He took their arguments against your speaking

and he shredded them, one by one.

He tore them to pieces!

- I told them that this is a country ruled by law

and not by men.

I told them that we would fight them in the courts

and expose them in the public press.

- They gave up.

We got them.

A permit for a public meeting in the Paul Revere Mall.

- Come on, Stiles.

- There's no stopping us now.

There's a time and a tide and that tide taken at the crest

we move on never to be stopped again.

I stood there on that platform,

listening to the puny mockery of those boys,

and I felt the audience silently slipping out of my grasp.

And I knew that all was lost unless...

Unless something fantastic!

And then it came into my mind to put my hand into the fire.

But which hand? Which hand?

I stood there looking at my two hands.

My left hand precious, but not as precious as my right.

And I knew as I stood there,

that if I put my left hand into the flame,

it would give me 50,000 followers.

But if I gave my right hand...

Destiny!

- AWAKE AMERICA!

AWAKE AMERICA!

AWAKE AMERICA!

AWAKE AMERICA!

AWAKE AMERICA!

AWAKE AMERICA!

- Breaks me up to see a girl cry.

- Leave me alone.

- Crying's not going to help, Amelia.

You'll end up just standing by watching him destroy himself.

- No, he promised.

No matter what happens tomorrow,

the heart of his plan demands that he stay alive.

- And what happens tomorrow?

- He promised.

He promised.

- You know, I've been watching you for awhile.

And tell me the truth now?

Do you really believ what he stands for?

- I believe in John.

- And what if he says the sun revolves around the moon.

- Well then, for me, the sun would revolve around the moon.

- Get on your feet.

Take your hands off her.

Mongrel is as mongrel does.

- He didn't do anything.

- Alright, take him outside.

We don't want to attract attention.

- The moment you had your back turned,

he had his hands on her.

- Stiles.

Old friendships die.

New ones are born.

Are you with me or with him?

You can't have it both ways.

(grunting)

- Hey, get me the goop, will ya?

- You're ready?

- Ready.

- Nothing.

So far, not a sign.

- Well, it's plastic.

It occupies space, it's not invisible.

It's got to be around here someplace.

Brian, you're the demolition expert.

Where do we begin?

- With plastic?

Could be anyplace.

- Look, the first thing we gotta do

is get all these people out of this mall and fast.

- No, no, no, easy Perry.

If we rush in and push the panic button now,

Westerbrook won't wait.

He'll just let fly before we can get anyone to safety.

- Okay, what do we do?

- I don't know.

- Buz, now think.

Give it to me once more.

- Well, it's gonna happen today.

Westerbrook comes out alive and that's it.

- That's it.

Brian, how would they set the stuff off in this area?

- Lots of ways.

An electric charge, set it off manually or push a button.

Or a timing device.

Or even a bullet fired directly into the plastic.

Lots of ways.

- So we don't even know what

kind of device we're looking for.

But if the stuff is here, we're gonna find it.

Now, right now we're gonna comb

this entire area with a fine-toothed comb.

Alright, now get going.

How do you feel?

- Great, great.

- Yeah, that figures.

Buz, as of this minute, you know

these people better than any of us.

Now, it could be that our only

hope is to upset their plan somehow,

to get them to tip where the stuff is hidden.

Have you got any ideas?

- Yeah, I got one if you want to take a flier.

- I'll take any help I can get.

- Father, what are you doing here?

- Your ad in the paper did say

"All real Americans please attend."

Don't I qualify, John?

- Of course, but since you're here

please sit up on the platform with me.

- That's quite out of the question and you know it.

- Please, Father, you must.

The platform is safer!

I mean, with this crowd.

Please do me the honor and sit at my side.

- No.

- Please, Father.

- Did you know this is it?

It's set for today for sure.

- How'd you find out?

- Amelia.

Do you know anything?

- Nothing, except they're all set to go off like time bombs.

I better get back.

- Look, keep a good eye on me, huh?

When I do something, go with it, alright?

- Monitor, it's time.

- Please, Father.

- No.

- My fellow Americans, on this day 185 years ago,

my namesake, the first John Westerbrook,

fell at the Battle of Bunker Hill.

It is only fitting that on this day

I surrender my liberty, my freedom, and ultimately, my life.

For all, my country, the awesome event,

that will take place here today, will never be forgotten.

There are those who will call this event a crime.

If it is, I intend, I demand to pay the price.

I will be arrested and tried in open court.

That is my intention.

Then, then I will be heard!

Though I may die a criminal's death,

history will be vindicate me.

- You're a liar!

History will put you with Benedict Arnold,

'cause you're a traitor!

- In the eyes of history, I'll be a patriot.

- You're a coward!

- You're the liar!

- You're gutless!

Anybody with any courage wouldn't let

other people die while you stay alive!

- Monitor, throw the lie back at his teeth!

- Yellow!

- Monitor, show the world how a man can die!

- No!

- Somebody else once said,

"This American world is not made for me."

So be it.

No!

In the words of the men of Congress!

(yelling)

We now fire the second shot heard around the world!

Fire!

You must do it now!

Fire!

- No!

No, Jack, please!

He must live!

- Do as I tell you now!

Fire, fire!

(gunshots)

- You dare.

There's a time and a tide.

For truth!

Taken at the crest!

There's a time and a tide, one is destiny!

Destiny, destiny!

We move on, never to be stopped again.

Which hand!

Which hand!

If I gave my left hand to the flame.

Me, 50,000 followers!

Which hand!

Which hand!

- So that's what a hate-monger looks like on the inside.

- If I gave my left hand to the flame.

Me! 50,000 followers!

If I gave my right? Destiny.

Destiny.

(triumphant music)