\r\n                                                  PATRICE\r\n                       The Colorado College Black Student\r\n                       Union invited Brother Ture.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       I can dig it. I can dig it. You with\r\n                       The Black Student Union?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  PATRICE\r\n                       I\'m


I\'m The President.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Right On. Right On.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. BELL\'S NIGHTINGALE - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          The Club is PACKED, a Sea of Black Faces punctuated by an\r\n          occasional White Face. Ron moves through The Crowd. He avoids\r\n          direct Eye Contact, trying like Hell to act casual.\r\n                         \r\n          Ron steps to The Bar and signals The BARTENDER JABBO,


to The Bar and signals The BARTENDER JABBO, 60\'s,\r\n          Black.\r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Rum and Coke with Lime.\r\n                         \r\n          As Jabbo makes his Drink, something catches Ron\'s Eye.\r\n          Patrice exits through a door with several Black Bodyguards.\r\n                         \r\n          Ron observes as a Tall figure comes out from Backstage with\r\n          Patrice, ODETTA and HAKEEM. The Tall figure hangs back\r\n          covered by The Bodyguards.\r\n                         \r\n          Ron on his feet,


Ron on his feet, Black Fist in the air with The Crowd.\r\n          Patrice on Stage with Kwame Ture with her Fist raised too.\r\n          The Shouting and Chanting finally cease, as Patrice speaks.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  PATRICE\r\n                       The Black Student Union of Colorado\r\n                       College is honored to bring The\r\n                       Vanguard of Revolutionaries fighting\r\n                       for The Rights of Black People all\r\n                       over The World. Let\'s show some Black\r\n


some Black\r\n                       Love to The One and Only, The Former\r\n                       Prime Minister of The Black Panther\r\n                       Party, The Brother Man with The Plan\r\n                       who\'s stickin\'it to the Man, put your\r\n                       Hands together my People... for Our\r\n                       Kwame Ture.\r\n                         \r\n          PANDEMONIUM! As Kwame Ture walks onto a small raised stage\r\n          with Patrice. The entire place rises to their Feet, Fists\r\n          Raised, Clapping, Shouting "Ungawa Black Power!" Ron watches\r\n          as Patrice and Kwame


as Patrice and Kwame hug. Patrice sits on Stage with Odetta\r\n          and Hakeem.\r\n                         \r\n          Kwame soaks in the Crowd\'s reaction, until...\r\n                         \r\n                                                   KWAME TURE\r\n                       Thank you all for coming out tonight,\r\n                       My Beloved Sista\'s and Brotha\'s. I\r\n                       Thank you...\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - KWAME TURE\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n          towering at Six Feet-Four with an infectious smile and\r\n          Flawless Dark Skin, he\'s oozing Charisma out of every pore.\r\n          He stands behind a small podium.\r\n                         \r\n                                   KWAME TURE (CONT\'D)\r\n                       ...I\'m here to tell you this evening\r\n                       it is time for you to stop running\r\n                       away from being Black. You are\r\n                       College Students, you should think.\r\n                                   KWAME TURE (CONT\'D)\r\n


(CONT\'D)\r\n                       It is time for you to understand that\r\n                       you as The growing Intellectuals of\r\n                       this Country, you must define Beauty\r\n                       for Black People, Now that\'s Black\r\n                       Power.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  BLACK MASS\r\n                       BLACK POWER!!! BLACK POWER!!!\r\n                         \r\n          The Black Students in The Audience are laser focused on him.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                  KWAME TURE\r\n                       Is Beauty defined by someone with a\r\n                       Narrow Nose? Thin Lips? White Skin?\r\n                       You ain\'t got none of that. If your\r\n                       Lips are Thick, Bite them in. Hold\r\n                       your Nose! Don\'t drink Coffee because\r\n                       it makes you Black!\r\n                         \r\n          The Audience laughs! Loving it.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                   KWAME TURE (CONT\'D)\r\n                       Your Nose is Boss, your Lips are\r\n                       Thick, your skin is Black, you are\r\n                       Black and you are Beautiful!\r\n                         \r\n          Everyone cheers including Ron!\r\n                         \r\n                                   KWAME TURE (CONT\'D)\r\n                       We want to be like The White people\r\n                       that oppress us in this Country and\r\n                       since they


since they hate us, we hate\r\n                       ourselves. You dig Tarzan? I remember\r\n                       that when I was a Boy I used to go\r\n                       see Tarzan Movies on Saturdays. I\r\n                       loved me some Jane too. Jane was A\r\n                       Fine White Woman. White Tarzan used\r\n                       to Beat up The Black Natives. I would\r\n                       sit there yelling "Kill The Beasts,\r\n                       Kill The Savages, Kill \'Em!" Actually\r\n                       I was saying: "Kill Me." It was


I was saying: "Kill Me." It was as if\r\n                       a Jewish Boy watched Nazis taking\r\n                       Jews off to Concentration Camps and\r\n                       cheered them on. Today, I want The\r\n                       Chief to beat The Hell out of Tarzan\r\n                       and send him back to The Caves of\r\n                       Europe. But it takes time to become\r\n                       Free of The Lies and their shaming\r\n                       effect on Black Minds. It takes time\r\n                       to reject the most Important Lie:\r\n


Lie:\r\n                       that Black People inherently can\'t do\r\n                       the same things White People can do\r\n                       unless White People help them.\r\n          The Audience laughing, overwhelmed, shouting back support! A\r\n          ROAR from The Crowd. Ron finds himself clapping along.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     RON STALLWORTH\r\n                          Right on!!! Right On!!!\r\n                         \r\n          Ron looks around at everyone caught up in Kwame\'s spell.\r\n


\r\n                                      KWAME TURE (CONT\'D)\r\n                          If a White Man wants to Lynch Me,\r\n                          that\'s his Problem. If he\'s got The\r\n                          Power to Lynch Me, that\'s My Problem.\r\n                          Racism is not a question of Attitude;\r\n                          it\'s a question of Power.\r\n                         \r\n          Ron is struck by the remark.\r\n                         \r\n


KWAME TURE (CONT\'D)\r\n                          The vast majority of Negroes in this\r\n                          Country live in Captive Communities\r\n                          and must endure their conditions of\r\n                          Oppression because and only because\r\n                          they are Black and Powerless. Now We\r\n                          are being shot down like Dogs in the\r\n                          streets by White Racist Police. We\r\n                          can no longer accept this Oppression\r\n


without retribution. The War in\r\n                          Vietnam is Illegal and Immoral. I\'d\r\n                          rather see a Brother Kill a Cop than\r\n                          Kill a Vietnamese. At least he\'s got\r\n                          a reason for Killing The Cop. When\r\n                          you Kill a Vietnamese you\'re a Hero\r\n                          and you don\'t even know why you\r\n                          Killed him. At least if you Kill a\r\n                          Cop you\'re doing it for a reason.\r\n


a reason.\r\n                         \r\n          Another Applause Break.\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - RON\r\n                         \r\n          Ron listens, challenged, torn.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. BELL\'S NIGHTINGALE - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          Kwame holds The Crowd in The Palm of his Hand. Members of the\r\n          Audience who were sitting already are rising to their Feet...\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - RON\r\n                         \r\n          sits, claps


\r\n          sits, claps vigorously, as if forgetting he is Undercover...\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - KWAME\r\n                                     KWAME TURE (CONT\'D)\r\n                         In closing I know it\'s getting late,\r\n                         may I leave you Sista\'s and Brothers\r\n                         with these Last Words. "If I am not\r\n                         for myself, who will be? If I am for\r\n                         myself alone, who am I? If not now,\r\n                         when? And if not you, who?" We


when? And if not you, who?" We need\r\n                         an Undying Love for Black People\r\n                         wherever We may be. Good Night and\r\n                         POWER TO THE PEOPLE, POWER TO THE\r\n                         PEOPLE.\r\n                         \r\n            The BLACK MASS STANDS AS ONE WITH KWAME TURE.\r\n                         \r\n                                     KWAME TURE AND BLACK MASS\r\n                         ALL POWER TO ALL THE PEOPLE\r\n                         ALL POWER TO ALL THE PEOPLE\r\n


ALL POWER TO ALL THE PEOPLE\r\n                         ALL POWER TO ALL THE PEOPLE\r\n                         \r\n            Caught up in the moment, Ron gathers himself, as if\r\n            remembering why he is here. Kwame takes Patrice\'s Hand and\r\n            raises it in Celebration and Unity!\r\n                         \r\n            INT. BELL\'S NIGHTINGALE - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n            Ron moves down the Greeting Line for Kwame. He watches as\r\n            Patrice stands near him. Kwame pulls her in close, whispers\r\n            something in her ear. She smiles, a bit smitten.\r\n


smitten.\r\n                         \r\n            Ron watches as he finally reaches Kwame, shaking his hand.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         Brother Ture, do you really think a\r\n                         War between The Black and White Race\r\n                         is inevitable?\r\n           Kwame pulls Ron in close toward his face. Too close.\r\n                         \r\n             INT. SURVEILLANCE CAR - BELL\'S NIGHTINGALE - NIGHT\r\n


\r\n            Flip and Jimmy wearing Headphones listening react to ear-\r\n            splitting Audio feedback.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. BELL\'S NIGHTINGALE - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n            Ron stands mid-grip with Kwame. Nerves pinballing. Kwame\r\n            lowers his voice, looking around conspiratorially.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    KWAME TURE\r\n                         Brother, arm yourself. Get ready.\r\n                         The Revolution is coming. We


The Revolution is coming. We must\r\n                         pick up a Gun and prepare\r\n                         ourselves...Trust me, it is coming.\r\n                         \r\n            Kwame pulls back. Returns to his normal speaking voice.\r\n                                     KWAME TURE (CONT\'D)\r\n                         Thank you for your support, Brother.\r\n                         \r\n            EXT. BELL\'S NIGHTINGALE - FRONT ENTRANCE - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n            Ron is waiting outside as Patrice steps out, followed by\r\n


out, followed by\r\n            Odetta and Hakeem. Ron nears her.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         I don\'t know what you have planned\r\n                         now but maybe I could buy you a\r\n                         Drink?\r\n                         \r\n                                                    PATRICE\r\n                         I\'m waiting for Brother Kwame, I have\r\n                         to make


to make sure he gets back safely to\r\n                         the Hotel and he\'s squared away.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         I can dig it.\r\n                         \r\n            Ron starts to walk away.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    PATRICE\r\n                         Maybe, if it\'s not too late, I\'ll\r\n


meet you at The Red Lantern. You know\r\n                         where that is?\r\n                         \r\n                                                      RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         I do.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    PATRICE\r\n                         So I\'ll see you then.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         Cool. All Power to All The People.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. RED LANTERN INN - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n            Black folks are dancing, getting down. At the bar, Ron looks\r\n            at his watch having been there a while. He finishes his Rum\r\n            and Coke with Lime watching the door open but it is not\r\n            Patrice. He decides to call it a Night, stepping off his\r\n            stool, paying his Tab to BRO POPE, The Bartender when...\r\n                         \r\n


PATRICE\r\n                         Sorry I\'m late...\r\n                         \r\n            Patrice is right there near him. She flops down on the Bar\r\n            stool, exhausted, and lights up a Kool Cigarette.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    PATRICE (CONT\'D)\r\n                         ...You won\'t believe what happened.\r\n          Patrice says to Bro Pope, The BARTENDER.\r\n


PATRICE (CONT\'D)\r\n                       Bro Pope, Seven and Seven, please...\r\n                       The Pigs pulled us over.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Say what?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  PATRICE\r\n                       Yeah, they knew Brother Kwame was in\r\n                       Town. Made us get out the Car. Pigs\r\n


Made us get out the Car. Pigs\r\n                       pulled us over for no reason. Total\r\n                       harassment.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       True?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  PATRICE\r\n                       Truth. Do Four Dogs have Four\r\n                       Assholes?\r\n                         \r\n


CUT TO:\r\n                         \r\n          EXT. COLORADO SPRINGS STREET - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          Patrice\'s Car is pulled over and a Uniformed Cop gets out his\r\n          Squad Car revealing Master Patrolman Landers. He instructs\r\n          them all with his hand on his Revolver.\r\n                         \r\n                                   PATRICE (V.O.)(CONT\'D)\r\n                       We\'re tired of Police Brutality.\r\n


We\'re tired of Police Murdering Black\r\n                       Folks.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  LANDERS\r\n                       All right everybody out the vehicle.\r\n                       Now!!!\r\n                         \r\n          Kwame, Patrice, Hakeem, and Odetta climb out of the vehicle.\r\n          Landers pushes Kwame against the Car.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  LANDERS (CONT\'D)\r\n


LANDERS (CONT\'D)\r\n                       I don\'t wanna see nuthin\' but Black\r\n                       Asses and Black Elbows. Spread \'em!!!\r\n                         \r\n          Kwame, Patrice, Hakeem and Odetta are all Spread Eagle\r\n          against the Car. Master Patrolman Landers pats them down.\r\n          Another Police Cruiser pulls up. TWO MORE COPS, SHARPE and\r\n          CINCER, both White 50\'s, get out and observe.\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - LANDERS\r\n                         \r\n          He takes Extra Time patting down Patrice getting some\r\n          "Groping" in


some\r\n          "Groping" in for Good Measure.\r\n                                                     LANDERS (CONT\'D)\r\n                          Search The Car. I know these Niggers\r\n                          are holding something.\r\n                         \r\n          Cincer and Sharpe enter Patrice\'s Car, searching it. Landers\r\n          turns Kwame around, facing him.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     LANDERS (CONT\'D)\r\n                          You that so called Big Shot Panther\r\n


called Big Shot Panther\r\n                          Nigger aren\'t you? Heard you was in\r\n                          Town, Stokely.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     KWAME TURE\r\n                          My Name is Kwame Ture.\r\n                         \r\n          Landers stares him down for a moment. You think he\'s gonna\r\n          slug him but he thinks better. The other Cops go through the\r\n          Car searching, throwing things around.\r\n                         \r\n


LANDERS\r\n                          I know you Black Bastards are\r\n                          holding. What you got in there some\r\n                          Weed, Pills, Heroin?\r\n                         \r\n          Patrice, Kwame, Odetta, and Hakeem and the others just stare\r\n          back, silent.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       OFFICER CINCER\r\n                          It\'s clean.\r\n


clean.\r\n                         \r\n          Nothing more to say. Landers gets in Patrice\'s Face.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     LANDERS\r\n                          You get this Black Panther outta\'\r\n                          Colorado Springs before Sunrise. Hear\r\n                          ME??? Or you all go to Jail.\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - KWAME\r\n                         \r\n


KWAME TURE\r\n                          Black people were Born in Jail.\r\n                         \r\n                                                            CUT BACK TO:\r\n                         \r\n          INT. RED LANTERN INN - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          Patrice at the Bar with Ron, he is stunned.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     RON STALLWORTH\r\n                          Did you see


Did you see the Officer\'s names?\r\n                         \r\n                                                     PATRICE\r\n                          I know I should have but the whole\r\n                          thing was so frightening... I didn\'t.\r\n          Bro Pope, The Bartender sets the Drink down. Patrice takes a\r\n          gulp, her hand shaking. Ron observes.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       I\'m sorry.\r\n


I\'m sorry.\r\n                         \r\n          Patrice nods, pulls herself together. Ron looks at her,\r\n          softly touches her on her back, trying to comfort, thinking\r\n          to himself, torn in many directions.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. CSPD - CHIEF BRIDGES\' OFFICE - DAY\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       What was the Room like?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Folks were hanging on every word.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       Sounds like he had them pretty riled\r\n                       up?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       But I\'m not sure that means Black\r\n                       Folks were ready to start a\r\n


Revolution.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       What makes you think that?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Nobody was talking about that. That\r\n                       wasn\'t the Mood. Everybody was Cool.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n


CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       So let me get this straight. He told\r\n                       a Crowd of "Black Folks" to get ready\r\n                       for a Race War. That they were going\r\n                       to have to arm themselves and kill\r\n                       Cops. What about that?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Yeah, he said that but I think that\r\n                       was just talk. You know, Rhetoric.\r\n


Rhetoric.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       That\'s what I thought too.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       Thank God, Carmichael has left\r\n                       Colorado Springs.\r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Kwame Ture.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                    CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       What?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       He changed his name from Stokely\r\n                       Carmichael to Kwame Ture.\r\n                         \r\n          Chief Bridges humored by as if he is suppose to care.\r\n                         \r\n


CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       I don\'t care if he changed his name\r\n                       to Muhammad Ali, he\'s still\r\n                       dangerous.\r\n                         \r\n          Chief Bridges starts to leave the room. Ron decides to say\r\n          it.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Did you hear the Story Patrice told\r\n                       me about how the CSPD pulled over her\r\n


over her\r\n                       and Ture?\r\n                         \r\n          Chief Bridges stops, drinks in the question. Everything goes\r\n          silent. He then gives Ron a deliberate look.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       No. We didn\'t hear that.\r\n                         \r\n          From Chief Bridges\'s look, Ron knows he did. Jimmy, Flip\r\n          stare at Ron. A Big White Elephant in the room.\r\n                         \r\n


CHIEF BRIDGES (CONT\'D)\r\n                       Patrice. Isn\'t she the one from The\r\n                       Black Student Union? They brought Too-\r\n                       Ray in.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Kwame Ture, Correct.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       You getting pretty Chummy with


You getting pretty Chummy with her?\r\n                         \r\n          If Ron pushes it more he knows it will go bad. He drops it.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Just doing my job, Chief. Undercover.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       Yeah and it better not be Under the\r\n                       Cover Of The Sheets.\r\n


\r\n          Flip and Jimmy chuckle.\r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       I would never jeopardize a Case...\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       ... you don\'t know what you would do,\r\n                       you just got here.\r\n                         \r\n          Ron takes this in. Dejected.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                     FLIP\r\n                       Good work.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     JIMMY\r\n                       Rookie.\r\n                         \r\n          Ron nods, appreciative.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       Ron, let\'s take a walk.\r\n


\r\n                         OMITTED\r\n                         \r\n          INT. HALLWAY - CSPD - DAY\r\n                         \r\n          Chief Bridges and Ron walk down the hall.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       I\'m transferring you into\r\n                       Intelligence.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       What will I be doing, Chief?\r\n                         \r\n          Chief Bridges stops and looks at him.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                       Intelligence.\r\n          Chief Bridges walks off. Ron stands there,Jacked!!!\r\n                         \r\n                         OMITTED\r\n                         \r\n                         \r\n          INT. INTELLIGENCE UNIT - CSPD -


INT. INTELLIGENCE UNIT - CSPD - DAY\r\n          Ron at his desk in The Intelligence Office in Street Clothing\r\n          among his COLLEAGUES. He sips Lipton Tea with Honey and\r\n          looking through various Publications. He then picks up The\r\n          Colorado Springs Gazette Newspaper.\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - Classifieds section of the Newspaper. In the bottom\r\n          right corner, in small print:\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSER - Ku Klux Klan - For Information, Contact 745-1209\r\n          Ron thinks a moment. Then grabs the phone. Dials.\r\n          After a few Rings, a Pre-Recorded Message Pops On:\r\n


\r\n                                                     PRE-RECORDED MESSAGE\r\n                          You have reached The Colorado State\r\n                          Chapter of The Ku Klux Klan. Please\r\n                          leave a message... God Bless White\r\n                          America.\r\n                         \r\n          There\'s a BEEP...\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - RON\r\n                         \r\n


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                          Hello, this is Ron Stallworth\r\n                          calling. Saw your Advertisement in\r\n                          The Colorado Springs Gazette. I\'m\r\n                          interested in receiving some Reading\r\n                          Materials. My Phone Number is 403-\r\n                          9994. Looking forward to you\r\n                          returning my call. God Bless White\r\n                          America.\r\n                         \r\n          ANGLE - ROOM\r\n


\r\n          ANGLE - ROOM\r\n                         \r\n          Ron hangs up.\r\n                         \r\n          Flip at another Desk spins around looking at Ron like he has\r\n          3 Heads.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     FLIP\r\n                          Did I just hear you use your Real\r\n                          Name?\r\n                         \r\n                                                     RON STALLWORTH\r\n


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                          Motherfucker!!!\r\n                         \r\n                                                     JIMMY\r\n                          Yeah, Motherfuckin\' Amateur Hour.\r\n                          What were you thinkin\'?\r\n                         \r\n          RING!!! RING!!! Ron\'s Phone. Flip and Ron stare at it. Flip\r\n          gestures to answer it.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     RON STALLWORTH\r\n


I wasn\'t.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     FLIP\r\n                          You dialed. Pick it up.\r\n                         \r\n          RING! RING! Ron looks at the ringing phone.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     FLIP (CONT\'D)\r\n                          PICK IT UP!!!\r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       This is Ron Stallworth.\r\n                         \r\n          Through the Receiver, a Gravelly, Secretive Voice.\r\n                         \r\n                                   WALTER BREACHWAY (O.S.)\r\n                       This is Walter. Returning your\r\n                       call... From The Organization.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       The Organization?\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                   WALTER BREACHWAY(O.S.)\r\n                       Yes. Well we appreciate your\r\n                       interest. So what is your Story, Ron?\r\n                         \r\n          Ron looks around. Shrugs. Might as well do it...\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Since you asked- I Hate Niggers,\r\n                       Jews, Mexicans, Spics, Chinks but\r\n                       especially those Niggers


especially those Niggers and anyone\r\n                       else that does not have pure White\r\n                       Aryan Blood running through their\r\n                       Veins.\r\n                         \r\n          All Heads in the Unit turn toward Ron.\r\n                         \r\n                                   RON STALLWORTH (CONT\'D)\r\n                       In fact, my Sister, Pamela, was\r\n                       recently accosted by a Nigger...\r\n                         \r\n          Ron is snarling now, every ounce of his Voice


Ron is snarling now, every ounce of his Voice projecting\r\n          White Supremacist Hate. He is utterly convincing.\r\n                         \r\n                                   WALTER BREACHWAY (O.S.)\r\n                       ...Is that so?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       ...Every time I think about that\r\n                       Black Baboon putting his Filthy Black\r\n                       Hands on her White as Pure Driven\r\n                       Snow Body I wanna


Snow Body I wanna Puke!!!\r\n                         \r\n          Silence on the other end of The Line.\r\n                         \r\n                                   WALTER BREACHWAY(O.S.)\r\n                       You\'re just the kind of Guy we\'re\r\n                       looking for. Ron, when can we meet?\r\n                         \r\n          Flip, Jimmy and all the other White Undercover Cops are\r\n          Rolling their Eyes. Stepping away, shaking their heads. Some\r\n          wanting to laugh but DON\'T.\r\n


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       How about Friday night? After I get\r\n                       off work?\r\n                         \r\n          The other Cops are losing their minds, Quietly.\r\n                         \r\n                                   WALTER BREACHWAY(O.S.)\r\n                       Deal! I\'ll get back to you with\r\n                       details. Take care, Buddy Boy.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Looking forward to meeting you.\r\n                         \r\n          Ron looks around. Everyone in the Unit is standing around his\r\n          desk. All White Faces. Looking on, astonished.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       Good Luck Ron with your New Redneck\r\n                       Friend.\r\n                         \r\n          The Undercover Gang Cracks Up!\r\n                         \r\n          INT. SERGEANT TRAPP\'S


INT. SERGEANT TRAPP\'S OFFICE - CSPD - DAY\r\n                         \r\n          Ron is facing Sergeant Trapp, who sits at his desk, Jaw hung\r\n          slightly open.\r\n                         \r\n                                   SGT. TRAPP\r\n                       They want you to join The Klan?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Well... they want to meet me First.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                   SGT. TRAPP\r\n                       They want to meet you?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       I\'ll need another Undercover to go in\r\n                       my place.\r\n                         \r\n                                   SGT. TRAPP\r\n                       Yeah... you probably shouldn\'t go to\r\n                       that meeting.\r\n


\r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       You think?\r\n                         \r\n          Everyone has a Chuckle.\r\n                         \r\n                                   SGT. TRAPP\r\n                       We\'d have to go to Narcotics. Meaning\r\n                       we\'d have to deal with Bridges.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Damn.\r\n                         OMITTED\r\n                         \r\n                         OMITTED\r\n                         \r\n          INT. OFFICE OF THE CHIEF OF POLICE - DAY\r\n                         \r\n               A spacious office, its walls brimming with Books. Chief\r\n               Bridges sits behind a wooden desk, his gaze thoughtful.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n


CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                            I can\'t spare any Men.\r\n                         \r\n                                        SGT. TRAPP\r\n                            I\'ve looked over the Logs and it\r\n                            seems you can spare them.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                            Sgt. Trapp, Ron spoke to the Man on\r\n                            the phone. When they hear the


the phone. When they hear the Voice\r\n                            of one of my Guys, they\'ll know the\r\n                            difference.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       RON STALLWORTH\r\n                            Why so, Chief?\r\n                         \r\n                                                       CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                            Want me to spell it out? He\'ll know\r\n                            the


the difference between how a White\r\n                            Man talks and a Negro.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       RON STALLWORTH\r\n                            What does a Black Man talk like?\r\n                         \r\n               Silence.\r\n                         \r\n                                         SGT. TRAPP\r\n                            Ron, I think what The Chief is trying\r\n


to say is...\r\n                         \r\n                                                       RON STALLWORTH\r\n                            ...If you don\'t mind, I\'d like to\r\n                            talk for myself, Thank You. How\r\n                            exactly does a Black Man talk?\r\n                         \r\n                                                       CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                            You know... YOU KNOW!!!\r\n


YOU KNOW!!!\r\n                         \r\n                                                       RON STALLWORTH\r\n                            Chief, some of us can speak King\'s\r\n                            English and Jive. I happen to be\r\n                            fluent in both.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                            Ron, how do you propose to make this\r\n                            Investigation?\r\n


Investigation?\r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        I have established contact and\r\n                        created some familiarity with The\r\n                        Klansmen over the phone. I will\r\n                        continue that role but another\r\n                        Officer, a White Officer, will play\r\n                        Me when they meet Face to Face.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n


CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                        ...My Point Exactly!!!...\r\n                         \r\n           Ron continues talking to Chief Bridges.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        Black Ron Stallworth on The phone and\r\n                        White Ron Stallworth Face to Face, so\r\n                        there becomes a combined Ron\r\n                        Stallworth.\r\n                         \r\n


CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                        Can you do that?\r\n                         \r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        I believe we can... With The Right\r\n                        White Man.\r\n                         \r\n           INT. HALLWAY - CSPD - DAY\r\n                         \r\n           Ron steps outside and Chief BRIDGES follows him.\r\n                         \r\n


CHIEF BRIDGES\r\n                        If anything happens to my Man there\r\n                        won\'t be Two Ron Stallworths.\r\n                        There\'ll be none.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. INTELLIGENCE UNIT - CSPD - MORNING\r\n                         \r\n           Ron walks in on Flip and Jimmy looking at him.\r\n                         \r\n                                                      FLIP\r\n


You\'re late.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        I\'m sorry. It won\'t happen again.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   JIMMY\r\n                        I heard that somewhere before.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        Hey, Jimmy when\'s the last time


Hey, Jimmy when\'s the last time they\r\n                        let a Rookie head up an\r\n                        Investigation. Oh that\'s right,\r\n                        NEVER.\r\n                         \r\n           Ron ignores the slight.\r\n                                     RON STALLWORTH\r\n          Can we move on to the Bio, please.\r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        ... Ron Stallworth. I do Wholesale\r\n                        Manufacturing.\r\n


\r\n                                                     RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        Whereabout?\r\n                         \r\n          Flip sighs.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     FLIP\r\n                        Pueblo.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   JIMMY\r\n                        What\'s that commute like?\r\n


that commute like?\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        Jimmy, I\'m glad you asked, straight-\r\n                        shot down I-25. Hour tops.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     JIMMY\r\n                        Long ride.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        What do


What do we listen to?\r\n                         \r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        KWYD. Christian Talk in The Morning,\r\n                        although the Signal starts to cut out\r\n                        near Pueblo. On the way back I go for\r\n                        102.7 to get my Allman Brothers Fix.\r\n                        Only I have to change every time that\r\n                        British Fag David Bowie pipes on.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                   JIMMY\r\n                        I love Bowie.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        Remember you\'ve got to retain the\r\n                        details of what you share with them\r\n                        so I can be White Ron Stallworth.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n


FLIP\r\n                        Jimmy, I always wanted to grow up to\r\n                        be Black, all my Heroes were Black\r\n                        Guys. Willie Mays...\r\n                         \r\n                                                   JIMMY\r\n                        Basket catch.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        Wilt The Stilt...\r\n                         \r\n


JIMMY\r\n                        A record hundred points in the game.\r\n                                     FLIP\r\n          But my favorite is O.J.\r\n                         \r\n                                     JIMMY\r\n          Love Fuckin\' O.J. Orenthal James\r\n          Simpson.\r\n                         \r\n                                     RON STALLWORTH\r\n          Well, don\'t share your Love of The\r\n          Brothers with these Guys. For you,\r\n


Brothers with these Guys. For you,\r\n          it\'s The Osmonds.\r\n                         \r\n                                     FLIP\r\n          I get to play you but you don\'t get\r\n          to play me. Jimmy, does that sound\r\n          fair?\r\n                         \r\n                                      JIMMY\r\n          Not to me.\r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         Fair? I get to play you and Jimmy and\r\n                         all the


all the other guys in the Station...\r\n                         Everyday.\r\n                         \r\n          Flip doesn\'t understand, he looks at Jimmy. Both befuddled.\r\n                         \r\n                                     RON STALLWORTH (CONT\'D)\r\n                         Who are you meeting?\r\n                         \r\n                                                    FLIP\r\n                         Walter Breachway.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         Become Walter\'s Friend, get invited\r\n                         back.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    FLIP\r\n                         Look at you. Is that it, Sir?\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         I\'m on the phone with The Klan, You\r\n


The Klan, You\r\n                         see them in person...\r\n                         \r\n                                                    FLIP\r\n                         ...And...\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         ...And you need to sound like my\r\n                         voice.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    JIMMY\r\n


JIMMY\r\n                         Oh Boy.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         Just repeat after me.\r\n                         \r\n          Ron hands out a piece of paper to Flip and Jimmy.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    FLIP\r\n                         The Godfather.\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - RON STALLWORTH\r\n


CLOSE - RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         \r\n                                     RON STALLWORTH (CONT\'D)\r\n                         Look a\'here, some people say we got a\r\n                         lot of malice. Some say it\'s a lotta\r\n                         nerve.\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - FLIP\r\n                         \r\n                                                    FLIP\r\n                         Look a\'here, some people say we got a\r\n


a\r\n                         lot of malice. Some say it\'s a lotta\r\n                         nerve.\r\n          CLOSE - RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         I saw we won\'t quit moving \'Til we\r\n                         get what we deserve.\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - FLIP\r\n                         \r\n                                                    FLIP\r\n


FLIP\r\n                         I saw we won\'t quit moving \'Til we\r\n                         get what we deserve.\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         We\'ve been buked and we\'ve been\r\n                         scorned. We\'ve been treated bad,\r\n                         talked about.\r\n                         \r\n          CLOSE - FLIP\r\n


CLOSE - FLIP\r\n                         \r\n                                                    FLIP\r\n                         We\'ve been buked and we\'ve been\r\n                         scorned. We\'ve been treated bad,\r\n                         talked about.\r\n                         \r\n          TWO-SHOT - RON STALLWORTH AND FLIP\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         As Just as sure as you\'re


As Just as sure as you\'re born But\r\n                         just as sure as it take.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    FLIP\r\n                         As Just as sure as you\'re born But\r\n                         just as sure as it take.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         Two eyes to make a pair, huh.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                    FLIP\r\n                         Two eyes to make a pair, huh.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         Brother, we can\'t quit until we get\r\n                         our share.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    FLIP\r\n                         Brother, we can\'t quit until we get\r\n


can\'t quit until we get\r\n                         our share.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         Say it loud. I\'m Black and I\'m proud.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    FLIP\r\n                         Say it loud. I\'m Black and I\'m proud.\r\n                                                       RON STALLWORTH\r\n


Jimmy, join us.\r\n                         \r\n               THREE-SHOT - RON STALLWORTH, FLIP AND JIMMY\r\n                         \r\n                                        RON STALLWORTH, FLIP AND JIMMY\r\n                            Say it loud. I\'m Black and I\'m proud.\r\n                            Say it loud. I\'m Black and I\'m proud.\r\n                         \r\n               All 3 Fall OUT - DIE LAUGHING.\r\n                         \r\n


JIMMY\r\n                            Don\'t forget to lose that Star of\r\n                            David around your neck.\r\n                         \r\n               Ron shoots Flip a look.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       RON STALLWORTH\r\n                            You\'re Jewish?\r\n                         \r\n               EXT. KWIK INN DINER - PARKING LOT - NIGHT\r\n


- NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n               Ron and Jimmy sit in an Unmarked Car. Several yards away,\r\n               Flip stands in The Lot, leaning up against a Pick Up Truck.\r\n                         \r\n             INT. UNMARKED CAR - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n               Ron watches through Binoculars as a Beat-Up, Ivory-colored\r\n               Pickup Truck pulls in.\r\n                         \r\n               BINOCULARS POV: from the Truck\'s license plate to a\r\n               Confederate Flag Bumper Sticker that reads WHITE POWER.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                          RON STALLWORTH\r\n                            It\'s Walter.\r\n               Ron writes down The Truck\'s Plate\r\n                         \r\n          Number: CLOSE - KE-4108.\r\n             EXT. KWIK INN DINER - PARKING LOT - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n               A White Male, FELIX, 30\'s, steps out of The Pickup Truck. He\r\n               wears Corduroy Pants, Uncombed Hair to his Neck and a Fu\r\n               Manchu. He pulls on a


Manchu. He pulls on a cigarette.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       FELIX\r\n                            Ron Stallworth?\r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       That\'s me. And you must be Walter.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FELIX\r\n                       Name\'s Felix.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       I was told I\'d be meeting with Walter\r\n                       Breachway.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FELIX\r\n                       Change of plans, Mack. I\'m gonna need\r\n                       you to hop in The Pickup.\r\n                         \r\n          Even with his slouched shoulders, Felix towers over Flip.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       Okay, well how about I just follow\r\n                       you...\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FELIX\r\n                       ...No Can Do. You come with me.\r\n                       Security.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. UNMARKED CAR - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          Ron and Jimmy each wear Headphones, listening in. They look\r\n


listening in. They look\r\n          at each other...\r\n                         \r\n          EXT. KWIK INN DINER - PARKING LOT - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          Flip glances in the direction of Ron\'s Car, then pulls open\r\n          the rusty passenger door of Felix\'s Pickup.\r\n                         \r\n          EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          The Pickup flies past. Ron and Jimmy are behind and gaining.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. FELIX\'S TRUCK - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          Felix adjusts


\r\n          Felix adjusts his Rear-View Mirror. Eyes it suspiciously.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FELIX\r\n                       You for The White Race, Ron?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       Hell Yeah!!! Been having some trouble\r\n                       lately with these Local Niggers.\r\n                         \r\n


FELIX\r\n                       Since The Civil War it\'s always\r\n                       trouble with Niggers.\r\n                       Walter said something about your\r\n                       Sister?\r\n                                                      FLIP\r\n                           Makes me Sick.\r\n                         \r\n          EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n           The Pickup speeds up, increasing the distance between the Two\r\n           vehicles. Ron\'s car accelerates.\r\n


Ron\'s car accelerates.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. FELIX\'S TRUCK - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n           Flip eyes Ron\'s Car in the Side-View mirror.\r\n                         \r\n                                                      FLIP\r\n                           But it\'s also the, like, camaraderie\r\n                           I\'m looking for...with The Klan.\r\n                         \r\n                                                      FELIX\r\n


FELIX\r\n                           Da Fuck did you say?\r\n                         \r\n                                                      FLIP\r\n                           Camaraderie...?\r\n                         \r\n                                                      FELIX\r\n                           No. The other word.\r\n                         \r\n                                                         FLIP\r\n


The Klan...?\r\n                         \r\n                                                      FELIX\r\n                           ...Not "The Klan." It\'s The\r\n                           Organization. The Invisible Empire\r\n                           has managed to stay Invisible for a\r\n                           reason. Do Not Ever Use That Word.\r\n                           You understand?\r\n                         \r\n


FLIP\r\n                           I overstand... Right. The\r\n                           Organization.\r\n                         \r\n           An uncomfortable silence. Felix leers into the Rear-View\r\n           mirror.\r\n                         \r\n                                                      FELIX\r\n                           Check this Shit out... you\'re never\r\n                           gonna believe it.\r\n                         \r\n


FLIP\r\n                           What?\r\n                         \r\n                                                      FELIX\r\n                           There\'s a Jig on our Bumper.\r\n                         \r\n           Flip Freezes.\r\n          INT. UNMARKED CAR - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n                                                   JIMMY\r\n                        He sees us. Back


He sees us. Back Off.\r\n          Ron eases on the Gas.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. FELIX\'S TRUCK - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          One hand on The Steering Wheel, Felix opens The Glove\r\n          compartment in front of Flip\'s knees and grabs a Box of\r\n          Ammunition.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FELIX\r\n                        Let\'s be ready, case we gotta go and\r\n                        shoot us A Alabama Porch Monkey.\r\n


Porch Monkey.\r\n                         \r\n          He tosses The Box onto Flip\'s lap.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FELIX (CONT\'D)\r\n                        Look under your seat. Pull it out.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        Pull out what?\r\n                         \r\n          Felix snaps his finger at Flip, who jumps.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                   FELIX\r\n                        Under the seat!!!\r\n                         \r\n          Flip reaches to his Feet. Pulls out a SAWED-OFF SHOTGUN.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FELIX (CONT\'D)\r\n                        Load \'er up. One in The Chamber.\r\n                         \r\n          Flip is hesitant.\r\n                         \r\n


FELIX (CONT\'D)\r\n                        Load it!!!\r\n                         \r\n          Flip dutifully opens up The Box. Pulls out a Shell. Loads it\r\n          into The Chamber and pulls the action forward.\r\n                         \r\n                                                      FLIP\r\n                        Ready to go.\r\n                         \r\n          Felix eyes The Rear-View Mirror again. Ron\'s Car has drifted\r\n          much farther back. Felix puffs away at


much farther back. Felix puffs away at his Cigarette.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FELIX\r\n                        That\'s right, Porch Monkey. Don\'t be\r\n                        Messin\' with us...\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        ...The Organization.\r\n                                                   FELIX\r\n                        Not so fast, Buddy Boy.\r\n


Not so fast, Buddy Boy.\r\n                         \r\n           EXT. CORNER POCKET LOUNGE - PARKING LOT - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n           Felix\'s Pickup turns into The parking lot of A Confederate\r\n           Bar.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. UNMARKED CAR - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n           Eyeing The Truck, Ron and Jimmy breathe a sigh of relief.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        Just a


Just a Bar.\r\n                         \r\n           Ron drives past the lot.\r\n                         \r\n                                    RON STALLWORTH (CONT\'D)\r\n                        Think he got a good look at My Face?\r\n                         \r\n                                                   JIMMY\r\n                                  Probably.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. CORNER POCKET LOUNGE - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n           A Cramped and Unfriendly Dive. LOW-LIFES mill about. The Air\r\n           filled with Dense Smoke. Pool Balls CRACK-SMACK.\r\n                         \r\n           Felix leads Flip to The Bar Area, where WALTER BREACHWAY,\r\n           White Male, 30\'s, stands. Walter is affable by nature, Short\r\n           and Stocky, with a Crew Cut and small Mustache.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        Ron. Glad you could make it. Walter\r\n                        Breachway, Chapter President.\r\n


Breachway, Chapter President.\r\n                         \r\n           They shake hands.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        I appreciate you inviting me out.\r\n                         \r\n           Felix lingers like a Bad Smell. Beside him a Drunk Man,\r\n           IVANHOE 20\'s, gives Flip The Stink Eye.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        I\'ve been impressed


I\'ve been impressed with our phone\r\n                        conversations. I feel you have some\r\n                        fine ideas that could help The Cause.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        I meant every word I said.\r\n                         \r\n           Flip\'s a Natural.\r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        How \'bout some pool?\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n          Ivanhoe hands Flip a Pool Stick and gathers the Balls.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   WALTER (CONT\'D)\r\n                        I\'ve had my own share of Run-Ins with\r\n                        Niggers. Matter of fact, it\'s part of\r\n                        what led me to The Organization.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     FLIP\r\n                        That right?\r\n


\r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        It became my salvation. After I was\r\n                        shot and wounded by some Niggers. My\r\n                        Wife... Savagely Raped by a whole\r\n                        Pack of \'EM, and not a one went to\r\n                        Jail.\r\n                         \r\n          Flip nods, expertly feigning sympathy.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. UNMARKED CAR - NIGHT\r\n


CAR - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          Ron and Jimmy each wear Headphones, listening in.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   JIMMY\r\n                        Never happened.\r\n               Ron cracks a smile.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. CORNER POCKET LOUNGE - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          Walter and Flip continue to play pool.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n


WALTER\r\n                        They\'re taking over. That\'s all you\r\n                        see on the TV Anymore. Niggers.\r\n                        Niggers selling Soap, Niggers selling\r\n                        Automobiles, Niggers selling\r\n                        Toothpaste, Niggers, Niggers,\r\n                        Niggers.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   IVANHOE\r\n                        Wasn\'t long ago them Sumbitches\r\n                        wasn\'t on no


wasn\'t on no TV.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        You forgetting Uncle Ben and Aunt\r\n                        Jemima.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   IVANHOE\r\n                        Dang!!! You know, I gotta say I kinda\r\n                        like dem\' Niggers...Rice and\r\n                        Pancakes.\r\n          Ivanhoe shakes hands with Flip.\r\n


Ivanhoe shakes hands with Flip.\r\n                                                   IVANHOE (CONT\'D)\r\n                        Name\'s Ivanhoe, by the way.\r\n                         \r\n           INT. UNMARKED CAR - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        Mad at Sanford and Son and Flip\r\n                        Wilson.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. CORNER POCKET LOUNGE - NIGHT\r\n


NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        All you get now is how we gotta\'\r\n                        cater to them. We gotta\' get us some\r\n                        "Minorities". Watch ya\' mouth, don\'t\r\n                        say this, don\'t say that, be nice,\r\n                        they\'re not Colored...\r\n                         \r\n                                                      FELIX\r\n


Negros...\r\n                         \r\n                                                      IVANHOE\r\n                        ...Blacks...\r\n                         \r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        ...Afro-Americans...\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        ...FUCK. How \'bout just Fuckin\'?\r\n


Niggers. Make it Fuckin\' simple.\r\n                         \r\n                                                      ALL\r\n                        NIGGERS!!!\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        I been saying this stuff for years.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FELIX\r\n                        You ain\'t the only one.\r\n


You ain\'t the only one.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        You don\'t know how good it is to hear\r\n                        someone that gets it.\r\n                         \r\n           Flip looks around. Gets quiet.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP (CONT\'D)\r\n                        What kinda stuff you Guys do?\r\n                         \r\n           Ivanhoe


\r\n           Ivanhoe swigs his Beer.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   IVANHOE\r\n                        You know, Cross burnings. Marches and\r\n                        stuff so people don\'t Fuck wit\' us.\r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       I\'m tired of people Fuckin\' with me.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  WALTER\r\n


You come to the right place cuz\'\r\n                       Nobody Fucks with us. How much you\r\n                       know about The History?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       Some...I could know more.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  WALTER\r\n                       We\'ll teach you.\r\n                         \r\n


IVANHOE\r\n                       This year\'s gonna be big for us.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       How so?\r\n                         \r\n          Ivanhoe moves in closer. Balls his hand in a fist, then opens\r\n          it quickly.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  IVANHOE\r\n                       BOOM!!! We\'re gonna


BOOM!!! We\'re gonna make Fireworks,\r\n                       yes we are...\r\n                         \r\n          Walter swoops in.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  WALTER\r\n                       ...Ivanhoe talking nonsense again.\r\n                       Kid can\'t hold his Beer fer Shit. The\r\n                       Organization is strictly Non-\r\n                       Violent...\r\n                         \r\n


IVANHOE                                 \r\n                       ...Like dat Dead Nigger Martin Luther\r\n                       Coon.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       Gotcha.\r\n                         \r\n          Flip looks down at his Shirt -- the Top Button has flapped\r\n          off again. The next button would mean The End. CURTAINS.\r\n                         \r\n          He quickly buttons it. Then...\r\n


He quickly buttons it. Then...\r\n                         \r\n                                                  WALTER\r\n                       Say, Ron? Mind coming with me?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       Where to?\r\n                                                   FELIX\r\n                        You Undercover or something? You ask\r\n                        too many questions. Let\'s GO!!!\r\n


\r\n           Behind Walter, Felix is Laser-Focused on Flip\'s every move.\r\n           Flip sees it. Walter points to a door. Flip walks forward,\r\n           with Walter, Ivanhoe, and Felix tailing from behind.\r\n                         \r\n           INT. UNMARKED CAR - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n                                                   JIMMY\r\n                        Where they going?\r\n                         \r\n           Ron\'s Face falls.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        Lost the damn signal.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. BACK ROOM - CORNER POCKET LOUNGE -NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n           The Men move single-file through the door, Flip first. It\'s a\r\n           small room, with a wooden table and some rickety chairs. A\r\n           lone white light bulb hangs from above.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        Congrats


Congrats you passed The Mustard.\r\n                         \r\n           Walter exchanges uneasy looks with Felix.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   WALTER (CONT\'D)\r\n                        Thought we\'d get the Membership\r\n                        process started.\r\n                         \r\n           Flip can breathe again.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        Now


Now we\'re talkin\'.\r\n                         \r\n           Walter hands Flip a stack of papers.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        Fill these out and Mail \'em to The\r\n                        National Headquarters. Once they send\r\n                        your Membership Card, you\'ll be able\r\n                        to participate in our Programs.\r\n                         \r\n           Flip sings The Alcoa Jingle.\r\n


\r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        Alcoa Can\'t wait.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   IVANHOE\r\n                        I like those Commercials.\r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        Imperial Tax to become a Member: Ten\r\n                        Dollars for The Year. Fifteen Dollar\r\n


Chapter Fee. Robes and Hoods not\r\n                        included, that\'s Extra.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FELIX\r\n                        Fuckin\' Inflation.\r\n                         \r\n          Flip shakes hands with all.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        I can\'t thank you Brothers enough.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        Pleasure, is all ours.\r\n                         \r\n          Felix and Ivanhoe give polite nods.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   WALTER (CONT\'D)\r\n                        I\'ll take you back to your Car.\r\n                         \r\n          As Flip turns to leave...\r\n                         \r\n


FELIX\r\n                        You\'re not a Jew, right?\r\n                         \r\n          Flip stops.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        You trying to offend me?\r\n                         \r\n          Flip turns to Walter: you believe this Shit?\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FELIX\r\n


It\'s Protocol.\r\n                         \r\n          All eyes on Flip. His face flares with rage.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        \'Course I\'m no Stinkin\' Kike.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        We gotta ask it, is all. I\'m\r\n                        satisfied. How about you Guys?\r\n


\r\n          Ivanhoe nods. Felix just stares.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FELIX\r\n                        Smells Kosher to me.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        Stop fuckin\' \'round.\r\n                                                   WALTER\r\n                        Felix, cut it out.\r\n


\r\n           INT. INTELLIGENCE UNIT - CSPD - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n           Ron helps Flip rip The Wire off his Chest.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        You have me dressed like one of\r\n                        the Beverly Hillbillies for\r\n                        Chrissakes. I felt too Redneck for\r\n                        those Guys.\r\n                         \r\n


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        They liked you.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        Except for that Felix Guy. Do not\r\n                        ride his Bumper like that! Two car\r\n                        lengths!\r\n                         \r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        You got The Papers?


You got The Papers? They want you to\r\n                        join.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        Technically they want you to join.\r\n                         \r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n                        They want a Black Man to join The Ku\r\n                        Klux Klan. I\'d call that Mission\r\n                        Impossible. Double Success.\r\n


\r\n          INT. SERGEANT TRAPP\'S OFFICE - CSPD - DAY\r\n                         \r\n           Sgt. Trapp sits at his desk, thumbing through The Report. Ron\r\n           and Flip stand across from him.\r\n                         \r\n                                    SGT. TRAPP\r\n                        And exactly how much should we be\r\n                        worrying about them?\r\n                         \r\n                                                   RON STALLWORTH\r\n


STALLWORTH\r\n                        Enough that we\'d like to dig deeper.\r\n                        One of the Men discussed plans for a\r\n                        possible Attack...\r\n                         \r\n                                                   FLIP\r\n                        ...I wouldn\'t give him that much\r\n                        credit. These Yahoos like to Boast.\r\n                         \r\n                                    SGT. TRAPP\r\n                        What kind of Attack?\r\n


What kind of Attack?\r\n                         \r\n           Ron looks to Flip.\r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       Ivanhoe said "BOOM", mentioned\r\n                       something about Fireworks.\r\n                       Personally, I didn\'t buy it. Doubt\r\n                       they\'re even capable.\r\n                         \r\n          Sgt. Trapp bridges his hands together, contemplating.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Either way, we\'re looking for full\r\n                       support from The Department.\r\n                         \r\n                                   SGT. TRAPP\r\n                       We\'re moving on with the\r\n                       Investigation.\r\n                         \r\n          Ron just stares at Trapp.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. ITALIAN BISTRO - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          Ron and Patrice seated across from each other, already\r\n


seated across from each other, already\r\n          eating. Patrice\'s attire more lax, but still in her Black\r\n          Leather Jacket.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  PATRICE\r\n                       The next day when we dropped Brother\r\n                       Kwame off at the Airport he told me\r\n                       The Black Power Movement needed\r\n                       Strong Sistah\'s like me to lead the\r\n                       fight against Capitalist oppression\r\n                       and The Politicians and Pigs who\r\n


who\r\n                       perpetuate it. His words almost made\r\n                       that whole Pig Nightmare worth\r\n                       while...\r\n                         \r\n          Ron goes Mute.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  PATRICE (CONT\'D)\r\n                       ...What\'s wrong?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       I don\'t really use that word.\r\n


don\'t really use that word.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     PATRICE\r\n                       What word?\r\n                         \r\n                                                     RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Pigs.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  PATRICE\r\n                       What else would you call them?\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Cops... Police...\r\n                                                  PATRICE\r\n                       Bunch of Racist Cops on a Power Trip.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       So you think all Cops are Racist?\r\n                         \r\n


PATRICE\r\n                       It only takes One to pull a Trigger\r\n                       on a Innocent Sister or Brother.\r\n                         \r\n          Patrice absorbs all of this.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  PATRICE (CONT\'D)\r\n                       Why were you at Brother Kwame\'s\r\n                       Speech?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       He\'s got some good ideas. I don\'t\r\n                       agree with all of them but he\'s a\r\n                       smart Brother who\'s worth hearing.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  PATRICE\r\n                       Are you Down for The Liberation of\r\n                       Black People?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n


Do we always have to talk about\r\n                       Politics?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  PATRICE\r\n                       What\'s more important?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Do you ever take any time off from\r\n                       The Liberation of Black People?\r\n                         \r\n


PATRICE\r\n                       NO!!! It\'s a Lifetime JOB!!!\r\n                         \r\n          Ron reaches across the table and takes Patrice\'s Hand.\r\n          Patrice pulls her Hand back.\r\n                         \r\n                                   RON STALLWORTH (CONT\'D)\r\n                       Sista Angela Davis, can we spend some\r\n                       quality time together.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  PATRICE\r\n


PATRICE\r\n                       And what did you say your J-O-B is?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Kathleen Cleaver, I didn\'t?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  PATRICE\r\n                       Are You A Pig?\r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       You mean A Cop?\r\n


mean A Cop?\r\n                         \r\n                                                     PATRICE\r\n                       You A Cop?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       NO I\'m a Black Man who wants to get\r\n                       to know A Strong, Intelligent,\r\n                       Beautiful Sister.\r\n                         \r\n          Ron tries to kiss Patrice but she moves her head away. They\r\n          finish their meal


They\r\n          finish their meal in silence.\r\n                         \r\n          INT. CSPD INTELLIGENCE UNIT - RON\'S DESK - NIGHT\r\n                         \r\n          It\'s late. Ron is the only Officer working, filling out a\r\n          Police Report and sipping a mug of Hot Lipton Tea with Honey.\r\n          Suddenly... The Undercover Line rings. Ron freezes. Picks up\r\n          the line.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       This is Ron.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                   WALTER (O.S.)\r\n                       This is Walter. Is this Ron? Your\r\n                       Voice sounds different over The\r\n                       Phone.\r\n                         \r\n          Ron has to THINK FAST.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       Allergies acting up again.\r\n                         \r\n          A steady Beat of Silence on The Line. Then...\r\n


on The Line. Then...\r\n                         \r\n                                   WALTER (O.S.)\r\n                       ...Yeah, I get that all the time.\r\n                         \r\n          Ron waits for the response.\r\n                         \r\n                                   WALTER (O.S.)(CONT\'D)\r\n                       Well, just thought I\'d say it was\r\n                       great having you swing by. The\r\n                       Brothers really took a liking to you.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n          Ron squeezes his fist. Victory. Trying to stay nonchalant:\r\n                         \r\n                                                     RON STALLWORTH\r\n                       I\'m honored.\r\n                         \r\n                                    WALTER (O.S.)\r\n                       Why don\'t you come by Felix\'s this\r\n                       Saturday? Meet the rest of The\r\n                       Brotherhood.\r\n          INT.   CSPD HALLWAY - DAY\r\n


\r\n           Sgt. Trapp and Ron walk and talk.\r\n                         \r\n                                     SGT. TRAPP\r\n                         I\'ve got a friend that\'s up with\r\n                         these Groups. He says they\'re moving\r\n                         away from the Ole Violent Racist\r\n                         Style. That\'s what Davis is peddling\r\n                         now, it\'s become Mainstream.\r\n                         \r\n


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         Davis?\r\n                         \r\n                                     SGT. TRAPP\r\n                         Devin Davis current Grand Wizard of\r\n                         The Klan, always in a three piece\r\n                         suit, he now goes by National\r\n                         Director. He\'s clearly got his Sights\r\n                         on Higher Office.\r\n                         \r\n


RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         Political Office? How so?\r\n                         \r\n                                     SGT. TRAPP\r\n                         Yeah, I guess they\'re trying to move\r\n                         away from their History of Selling\r\n                         HATE...\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         ...Keep going.\r\n


going.\r\n                         \r\n                                     SGT. TRAPP\r\n                         Affirmative Action, Immigration,\r\n                         Crime, Tax Reform. He said no one\r\n                         wants to be called a Bigot anymore.\r\n                         Archie Bunker made that too Un-Cool.\r\n                         The idea is under all these issues,\r\n                         everyday Americans can accept it,\r\n                         support it, until eventually, one\r\n                         day, you get somebody in The


day, you get somebody in The White\r\n                         House that embodies it.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    RON STALLWORTH\r\n                         America would never elect somebody\r\n                         like Devin Davis President of the\r\n                         United States of America?\r\n                         \r\n           Sgt. Trapp just stares at Ron for a long moment.\r\n                         \r\n                                     SGT. TRAPP\r\n


SGT. TRAPP\r\n                         For a so called Black Man, you\'re\r\n                         pretty naive.\r\n          EXT.   UNMARKED CAR - DAY\r\n                         \r\n           Ron is in his unmarked Car in a Middle Class Neighborhood. He\r\n           pulls on Headphones and looks out his Window where...\r\n                         \r\n          EXT. FELIX\'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - DAY\r\n                         \r\n           ANGLE - RON\'S POV - SURVEILLANCE\r\n                         \r\n           A manicured yard. Pristine. A very Green Healthy lawn. A yard\r\n


A very Green Healthy lawn. A yard\r\n           sign: AMERICA LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT! Flip rings The Doorbell.\r\n           The Screen Door is opened by CONNIE, White Woman, 30\'s,\r\n           Proper and Good-Looking. A Gold Cross dangles from her Neck.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     CONNIE\r\n                          Ron! So nice to meet you. I\'m Connie,\r\n                          Felix\'s Wife.\r\n                         \r\n           Connie hugs him.\r\n                         \r\n


FLIP\r\n                          Great to meet you.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     CONNIE\r\n                          The Boys are in the Backyard.\r\n                         \r\n                          OMITTED\r\n                         \r\n                          OMITTED\r\n                         \r\n           INT. UNMARKED CAR - DAY\r\n


- DAY\r\n                         \r\n           Ron shakes his head listening to The Transmitter, taking\r\n           notes.\r\n                         \r\n           INT. FELIX\'S LIVING ROOM - DAY\r\n                         \r\n           The Klan Members seated, some on folding chairs. Connie\r\n           enters The Backyard with an Appetizer Platter.\r\n                         \r\n                                                     CONNIE\r\n                          Sorry to interrupt. I have some\r\n                          Cheese Dip and Crackers.\r\n


Cheese Dip and Crackers.\r\n                         \r\n           They dig in.\r\n                                     FELIX\r\n          Thanks Honey.\r\n          Felix turns to The Brothers. Klansmen Feed off The Energy.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FELIX\r\n                       Make \'em remember who We Are and What\r\n                       We Stand For. We are The\r\n                       Organization.\r\n                         \r\n


CONNIE\r\n                       I read in The Gazette some Nigger\r\n                       named Carmichael held a Rally and\r\n                       there\'s some College Nigger Girl with\r\n                       the "Baboon Student Union" attacking\r\n                       Our Police. This Girl is Dangerous.\r\n                       Reminds me of that Commie Angela\r\n                       Davis. We need to shut her damn\r\n                       mouth.\r\n                         \r\n          The Men exchange uneasy looks -


The Men exchange uneasy looks - Why is Connie in Men\'s\r\n          Business?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CONNIE (CONT\'D)\r\n                       Here, I clipped the Article.\r\n                         \r\n          Connie pulls The Article from her apron. Hands it to Felix.\r\n          Felix eyes it, focused on an image of Kwame and without\r\n          looking up...\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FELIX\r\n                       That\'ll


That\'ll be all. Love you Sweetie.\r\n                         \r\n                                                  CONNIE\r\n                       One of these days you\'re going to\r\n                       need me to do something for you. Wait\r\n                       and See.\r\n                         \r\n          Connie trudges back towards the house without answering.\r\n          Felix hands The Clipping to The Klansmen, who pass it around\r\n          the room. When it reaches Walter, he sets it down.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n                                                  WALTER\r\n                       How \'bout We focus on our Bread and\r\n                       Butter. The Next Cross Burning.\r\n                       Which, Flip, you\'ll be lucky enough\r\n                       to participate in if your Membership\r\n                       Card comes soon enough...\r\n                         \r\n                                                  FLIP\r\n                       ...That\'d be a tremendous Honor.\r\n


Where?\r\n                         \r\n                                                  WALTER\r\n                       The Highest Hills get the most Eyes.\r\n                         \r\n          Walter looks for approval. Nods all around. Felix rises, his\r\n          balance uncertain.\r\n                                                       FELIX\r\n                            Hey Ron, I gotta show you something.\r\n               Felix plops a Hand on Flip\'s Back. Flip rises.\r\n


\r\n               INT. UNMARKED CAR - DAY\r\n                         \r\n               Ron takes in The Audio. He records more Notes.\r\n                         \r\n               INT. FELIX\'S HOUSE - STAIRS - DAY\r\n                         \r\n               Flip, Felix, and Walter walk downstairs to the Den.\r\n          INT. INT. FELIX\'S HOUSE - SMALL ROOM - DAY\r\n               Felix flips on the lights.\r\n                         \r\n                                                         FELIX


FELIX (CONT\'D)\r\n                            Looka here.\r\n                         \r\n               Various Guns adorn The Walls -- Rifles, Shotguns, Handguns.\r\n               Pinned on The Far Wall: White Supremacist Memorabilia\r\n               including a Magazine Cut-Out of KKK Grand Wizard Devin Davis.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       FLIP\r\n                            Wow. This is really... something.\r\n                         \r\n               Felix pulls a rusted Double-Barreled Shotgun


Felix pulls a rusted Double-Barreled Shotgun off The Rack.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       FELIX\r\n                            Here\'s my favorite. Twelve Gauge.\r\n                         \r\n               Felix smirks and points The Two Barrels at Flip\'s chest.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       FELIX (CONT\'D)\r\n                            I call this...The Jew Killer.\r\n                         \r\n


\r\n               Flip Freezes. Felix\'s Finger Rests on The Trigger. Teasingly?\r\n               Seriously? Felix stares, challenging Flip to make a Move. Any\r\n               Move.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       FLIP\r\n                            That\'s a Remington Model 1900.\r\n                         \r\n               A long Beat. Then: Felix smiles.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       FELIX\r\n


FELIX\r\n                            Indeed it is.\r\n                         \r\n               Felix places the Shotgun back on the rack. Walter outside The\r\n               Door.\r\n                         \r\n                                        WALTER (O.S.)\r\n                            Almost done in here? We still have\r\n                            some items on The Agenda...\r\n                                     FELIX\r\n          ...Not just yet. Gotta make sure\r\n          there\'s no Jew in him.\r\n


there\'s no Jew in him.\r\n           Flip keeps quiet.\r\n                         \r\n           ANGLE - HALLWAY\r\n                         \r\n                                                    WALTER\r\n                         Come on Man, this is just\r\n                         Straight-Up Offensive. We\'re\r\n                         talking about someone who\'s gonna be\r\n                         our Brother in a couple months. Is\r\n                         there a fuckin\' Star of David around\r\n                         his Neck?


his Neck? Does Ron got a YA-MA-KA on\r\n                         his HEAD for Pete\'s sake?\r\n                         \r\n                                     FELIX (O.S.)\r\n                         Just Protocol. My House, My Rules.\r\n                         \r\n          INT.   FELIX\'S HOUSE - DAY\r\n                         \r\n           Felix sets a hand on Flip\'s Back, guiding him past Walter.\r\n                         \r\n


FELIX (CONT\'D)\r\n                         This way.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    FLIP\r\n                         Where...uh...where ya takin\' me? I\r\n                         told you already I\'m not thrilled\r\n                         with you callin\' me a Jew.\r\n                         \r\n                                                       FELIX\r\n                         Tough Titty.\r\n


Tough Titty.\r\n                         \r\n           Walter follows as Felix leads Flip into the\r\n                         \r\n           ANGLE - DEN\r\n                         \r\n                                                       FELIX (CONT\'D)\r\n                         Take a seat.\r\n                         \r\n           Felix sets Flip down on a chair.\r\n                         \r\n                                                    WALTER\r\n