00Sex 2: Eye of the Hurricane Page #5

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You understand? Huh?

You f***ed everything up for everybody,|Rubin. It"s all f***ed-up.

Who"s that?

Y"all ain"t got no speakers in here.|Who is that?

I put us into this situation|any goddam way...

motherf***er.

I done f***ed everything up|for everybody. You know, that sh*t|that"s all f***ed up.

What the f*** they expect us|to do now, huh? Motherf***er.

I"m s-- I"m s-- I"m scared.

Just shut up. Shut the f*** up,|you little skinny motherf***er.

You thinkyour father used to beat|your little stuttering ass?

Don"t make me|jump over there on ya.

No, you shut up.|Just shut the f*** up, talkin" to me.

Fuckyou talkin" to? You ain"t--|You ain"t telling me what to say.

I"m running sh*t around here.|F*** is wrong?

Ain"t nobody runnin" sh*t.|I"m runnin" sh*t.

Shut the f*** up!

What you say?

No. No.

What are we gonna do now?

Huh?

I don"t know what.

Sh*t, ain"t nobody touchin" me.|No goddam soul touchin" me.

Put your hands on me not twice. You|better not put your f***in" hands on me.

- I got--|- Shut up!

Oh, yeah. There"s our man.|I can feel the hate. Can you feel it?

You can feel the hate, Rubin.|Don"t you wanna just hurt somebody?

I feel like|I wanna kill somebody...

"cept there ain"t nobody|in here to kill.

"Cept you, boy.

How "bout it, Rube?

Get away from me!

All right, Carter. Time"s up.

Jesus Christ.

You could really use a shower.

You smell awful, Mr Carter.|Why don"t you take a shower?

Get you a decent cell|with a bed and some food.

- You"ll feel a lot better.|- At what price do I, uh...

take this shower?

- What do you mean?|- I mean, what do I put on...

after I take this shower|that"s gonna make me feel so good?

What everyone else puts on.|That"s the rules.

Yeah, well, you can just take me|on back down to the hole.

You could die down there.

I could die up here too.

Look, what if I got you a pair|of pyjamas from the prison hospital?

As far as I"m concerned,|you"d be wearing prison-issued clothing.

They got stripes?

- No stripes.|- What "bout numbers?

- No numbers.|- What colour are they?

They"re white.

Okay, I can live with those.

- Thankyou, Mr Carter.|- You"re welcome, Mr Williams.

Shower"s all yours.

Thankyou.

It came to me as kind ofa revelation|that my own freedom...

lay in not wanting or needing anything|ofwhich they could deprive me.

If punishment consisted|of being locked in your cell...

then by simply choosing|to never leave my cell...

I deprived them ofthat weapon.

I would not work in their shops.|I would not eat their food.

I began to study. I dissected|my entire case piece by piece...

beginning with my initial arrest|through the trial itself...

and fi nally to the awful verdict.

I didn"t get a trial|free from constitutional error|and racial prejudice.

He knows that. You know it.

That"s not helpin" me|in here, Myron.

Look. Look, I"m innocent,|that"s why.

Seven years! You"re goddam right|it"s seven years!

Just get me outta here.|I want a new trial. Okay?

The people united|will never be defeated.

The people united|will never be defeated.

The people united|will never be defeated.

The people united--

It shows that there"s still hope.

There is hope for change|in America.

I believe in law and order,|and I believe that everybody...

has a right to,|uh, get another trial.

Here comes thestory|ofThe Hurricane

The man the authorities|came to blame

- Forsomething that he neverdone|- Give a hand for Miss Ellen Burstyn.

Put in aprison cell|but one time

He couldhave been|the champion ofthe world

They ain"t givin" up. They said|they"re gonna demonstrate again.

Muhammad Ali and-- and Ellen Burstyn.|Bob Dylan.

- Everybody.|- That"s good, Mae.

Everybody.

Look, Mae, uh...

we"ve already lost two trials,|and now they"ve turned down|my request for an appeal.

I"m sorry. It, uh-- It"s over.

It"s fi nished.

I"m gonna die in here,|Mae, so--

- Baby, listen, there is still a chance.|- Listen to me now.

- Now, all we have to do is hang on.|- There"s nothin" to hang on to.

I want you to divorce me,|understand?

And I don"t want you|to come back down here.

- No. No, now you listen to me.|- Mae, don"t make-- don"t make this--

There-- There are still things|that we can do.

- Wejust gotta get you out of here.|- I am not gonna be a weight|hanging around your neck.

-You are no weight around my neck!|-Well, then you"re a weight around mine.

Now, I can"t do all the years|I gotta do in here...

knowin" that they can take|your beautiful face away from me|anytime they want to.

- You understand?|- Rubin.

I ain"t walkin" away from you.

I"m dead.

- Rubin.|-Just bury me, please.

Rubin?

Rubin.

Rubin, we"re-- we"re in this together|now. Wejust gotta hang on.

Guard.

Rubin.

Rubin?

Wejust gotta hang on.

Wejust gotta hang on.

I will bend time to my own clock.

When the prisoners awake,|I will sleep.

When they sleep, I will wake.

I will live neither in their cell...

nor in my own heart...

only in my mind...

and my spirit.

""Once I reached my hand out for help.

It came down and then withered...

as dry grass blown away into dust|leaving nothin".

Now I wait for nothin".|I need nothin".

Not tomorrow, not freedom,|notjustice.

In the end,|the prison will vanish...

and there"ll be no more Rubin...

no more Carter...

only The Hurricane.

And after him...

there is no more.""

Man, what are we gonna do?

- About what?|- About The Hurricane, that"s what.

Well, there"s not much|we can do, Lesra.

B-But the man"s innocent, yet he"s been|in jail 1 5, 1 6 years. That"s not right.

- I know that"s what his book says.|- Uh, twojuries found him guilty, Les.

- Yeah, two whitejuries.|- Hey, hey, not all white people|are racists.

Not all black people are murderers.

Look, I just-- I just want|to write him a letter...

and tell him how much his book|meant to me, that"s all.

lknowyou toldme

- Such a long time ago|- Dear...

- Mr Hurricane.|- Thatyou want me

- You don"t love me no more|- No, that"s really stupid.

- l wanna know|- What"s that?

- It"s ten dollars, U.S.|- Oh, whatyou mean to me

- I thought he might need|some money for stamps...|- Believe me, darlin "

ifyou want him|to write you back.

Oh-oh, no

Yeah. Yeah, write me back.

- That"s cool. Thanks, Lisa.|- lknowyou toldme

No problem.

- Dear Mr Rubin Carter.|-Andlknow

I read your book...

and I really felt sad|about what happened to you.

I want you to know|how much your book meant to me.

Little baby, child|moveyou

Whoa-whoa-whoa

Please

It"s here! Hey, he wrote us back!|It"s here!

It"s here! He wrote us back!|Home ofthe brave!

Land ofthe free!|He wrote us back!

- Can you stand it?|- Well, open it already.

I don"t know.|You think I should?

""Dear Lesra...

please forgive|the seemingly tardy reply...

but he who bemoans|the lack ofopportunity...

forgets that small doors|many times open up into large rooms.

It was not only thoughtful,|but insightful on your part.

Stamps, paper and envelopes...

were exactly what was needed|to complete this transmission.

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