00Sex 2: Eye of the Hurricane Page #4

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So what you want me to do, huh?

You want me to roll over|and just lay dead?

- Pride. It ain"t nothin" but pride!|- You"re damn right it"s pride.

- I"m guilty.|- Give me my baby.

Sh*t.

You willnot be able|to stay home, brother

You willnot be able toplug in|turn on anddrop out

You willnot be able|to loseyourselfon skag andskip out|forbeerduring commercials

Because the revolution|willnot be televised

The revolution willnot be televised

The revolution willnot be brought|toyou byXerox andballparks

Without commercialinterruptions

The revolution willnot be right back|aftera message about a white tornado|white lightning or whitepeople

You willnot have to worry about a dove|inyourbedroom, the tigerinyourtank|orthegiant inyourtoilet bowl

The revolution|willnotgo better with Coke

The revolution willnot fightgerms|that may cause badbreath

- The revolution willputyou|in the driver"s seat|- Break it up! Break it up!

The revolution willnot be televised|Willnot be televised

Willnot be televised|Willnot be televised

The revolution|won"t be no rerun, brothers|The revolution willbe live

Champion ofthe world!|Champion ofthe world!

Yeah, they"re still out.

I"ve seen a lot ofthings in my time,|but it"s taken 35 minutes...

for thesejudges to tell us|what this home town crowd already knows.

Joey Giardello|is about to the lose the crown...

to Rubin ""Hurricane"" Carter.

Ladies and gentlemen...

it"s a unanimous decision.

The winner|and still champion ofthe world...

Joey Giardello!

Giardello!

No. No, no. No. No.

Hey. What?

- You"ve stolen it!|- Aw, sh*t!

- This is bullshit!|- What"s goin" on here?

- Yes, yes!|- Boo!

Well, all I can say|is these Phillyjudges...

must have been watching|a different fi ght...

because in the one wejust saw,|Hurricane Carter took the title.

Oh, nowtellme|where canyouparty, child

-Allnight long|- ln the basement

Down in the basement, yeah

Oh, where canyougo|whenyourmoneygets low

ln the basement|Whoa, down in the basement

Andifa storm is takin "place|you canjam andstillbesafe

- ln the basement, down in the basement|- I got somethin" special foryou.

- Hey, Hurricane, how you doin"?|- Hey, champ.

ln the basement|Down in the basement

- Oh, yougot the comforts ofhome|- Anybody call a cab?

-A nightclub too|- ln the basement

- Oh, down in the basement|- Anybody call a cab?

I did, unless Rubin"s|taking me home.

Yeah, if I take you,|it ain"t gonna be home.

Mr Carter. M-Mr Carter.

- Headed "cross town, Mr Carter?|- Yeah. Why? You need a ride?

- Wo-- Would you mind?|- No, I wouldn"t mind.

- All right! Okay.|- Come on.

- You drive.|- Drive your car?

- Come on.|- Oh, sh*t!

My friends are never gonna believe|I was cruising with The Hurricane.

- You know, what we wanna know is,|can we get his autograph?|- No. No, no.

Oh, sh*t.

Motherfuckers.

-John, you been drinkin"?|- No.|- All right.

All right, just relax.|Let me handle this.

All right.

Licence and registration.

It"s okay. I got it.|You guys come with me.

B-E-L-L-O. Bello.

Bradley. B-R-A-D-L-E-Y.

Okay.

Are those the guys?

No?

Okay, let"s go.

So what are you doing|around here at that hour?

Well, we wasjust out, you know,|takin" a walk, right?

- Yeah.Just gettin" a pack|ofcigarettes. That"s it.|- Yeah.

Both ofyou are in big trouble.

You"re in violation|ofyour parole.

But I don"t wanna talk|about the burglary.

We"ll talk about|your parole problem later, Bello.

As far as I"m concerned...

no proofa burglary|really took place.

See what I mean?

Yeah, I see what you mean.

I"m only interested|in the facts in this case...

and you and Bradley here are the only|two people that can really help me out.

Do you follow?

- Yeah, I follow.|- Good.

Now, is there any scenario|that you can imagine...

in which you could be sure...

really, positively sure...

that the man you saw that night...

was Rubin Carter?

Yeah, Rubin Carter. Yeah.

Wanna tell me again what happened?|You were there having a drink?|What was that?

No, no, it was, uh--

- I was goin" out|for a pack ofcigarettes.|- Yeah.

I heard a couple ofshots,|then I saw these two coloured guys,|they come out ofthe bar.

And one ofthem was?

- One ofthem was Rubin Carter.|- Rubin Carter?

- Right, Rubin Carter, the fi ghter.|- Yeah, sure.

All rise.

The court will come to order.|The HonourableJudge Larner presiding.

Be seated.

The defendants will rise.

Rubin Carter...

although you still contend|you are not guilty ofthe crimes|charged against you...

you were afforded a full and fair trial|by a jury ofyour peers.

Have you reached a verdict?

Yes, we have, Your Honour.

We, thejury, fi nd the defendants,|Rubin Carter...

and John Artis,|guilty on all counts.

Oh, no!

- No!|- That ain"t right! He"s innocent!

- Order.|- No!

- Order in the court.|- No!

- Order! Bailiff will see to it|that order prevails.|- No! No!

This ain"t right. Railroaded!

- No.|- Rubin Carter...

John Artis...

for the murder ofJames Oliver,|it is the court"s sentence...

that you be imprisoned|for the remainder ofyour natural life.

No!

On the second count,|the murder of Fred Nauyaks...

you are sentenced to be imprisoned|for the remainder ofyour natural life.

No, God, no!

As to the third count involving|the murder of Hazel Tanis...

it is the sentence ofthis court|that you be imprisoned...

for the remainder|ofyour natural life.

Okay, Carter, let"s go.

Take it easy.

You"re a tough guy.

He thinks he"s gonna stay in a room,|and that"s it.

Put your clothes, your shoes,|your ring, your watch and whatever|else you"ve got in that bag.

You are being issued a standard inmate|uniform with your number sewn on it...

so that we can identify you|immediately.

And you"ll go to have your facial hair|shaved. You know the rules.

No, I can"t do it, Warden.

I beg your pardon?

I cannot do it.

Look, you have legal custody|over my body...

but I"m innocent.

I"ve committed no crime.|The crime"s been committed against me.

And I will not wear the clothes|ofa guilty man.

Now, I"ll go anywhere you want me to go|in this penitentiary, Warden...

but you let it be known|in no uncertain terms...

that any man who tries|to put his hands on me--

This place is where we|tell you the rules.

You hear that?

Do you understand me?

Do you?

Because ifyou do,|you had better strip right now...

and put on that f***ing uniform.

I can"t do that.

Put this man in the hole.

Give him sufficient time|to reflect...

on how he intends to behave|in this institution.

Ninety days.

Hey, Bobby,|we"ve got another one forya.

I like your suit.

Three, two...

one.

Lights-out.

You see?

""Though I walk through the valley ofthe|shadow ofdeath, I will fear no evil.""

There"s doubt.

The shadow is doubt.|The shadow is doubt.

But you"re not gonna get me.|You"re not gonna get me.

Lights-out.

What the f***|are you talkin" about?

You can"t break me|"cause you didn"t make me.

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