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but we have not.

Because we're about to take

this thing to another level.

(CHEERING)

Because the band of brothers

I'm about to bring to this stage...

...comes straight out

of Motor City herself.

He talkin' about you.

If you would,

stand up on your feet...

...and make some noise

for Detroit's own...

The Dramatics!

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

You got to tell these folks that

they got to go home right now.

These folks

is out here rioting.

Hold on. They're doin' what?

They out here rioting.

- Right now?

- Right now.

Tell these folks

they got to go home.

ANNOUNCER:
Excuse me.

We're ready, right?

Listen, you boys can't

go out there tonight.

What do you mean

we can't go out there?

These folks is

out here rioting.

You cannot go

out there tonight.

We're on

the schedule, brother.

We all gotta get the hell

out of Fox tonight.

Now,

ladies and gentlemen,

I'm afraid

I have some bad news.

(CROWD MURMURING)

MAN:
What's going on?

It seems like we're all gonna

have to exit the building...

...and head to our homes.

(CROWD JEERS)

Come on, just one song, man!

Motown's right there!

This is Detroit,

we're no stranger to this.

(ALL GRUMBLING)

Now, the police said we have

absolutely nothing to worry about.

So if you would,

just grab your things.

Ma'am, grab your purse.

Slowly, slowly.

Exits to your left

and to your right.

- DARRYL:
Damn it!

- JIMMY:
What the hell?

FRED:
We gotta go, boys.

We gotta go.

I'm going on that stage.

We're going on that stage,

y'all hear me?

People are leaving, man.

The band's leaving.

Ma'am, your purse.

LARRY:
We won't get

another shot like this.

ANNOUNCER:
I'm sorry.

We need to get

out of here, Larry.

ANNOUNCER:

Watch your step, sir!

Now, boys, I'm sorry.

But we've got to go.

- I'm sorry.

- All right.

Larry, I mean...

What can we do?

Larry, there's

nothing we can do.

Another day...

Another day, man.

(POLICE SIRENS

WAILING FAINTLY)

Listen, I know

you want it bad, man.

Larry, we gotta go.

We gotta go.

(SIGHS ANGRILY)

Come on.

Larry!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Larry.

(SINGING)

You might be a rich man

With the world on a string

But with all your riches

You haven't got everything

If you haven't got love

Love

If you haven't got love

Ooh, love

You're lonely

You're lonely

So lonely

Ooh, baby

(SIGHS)

We were so close.

FRED:
Yeah, y'all looked good,

y'all sounded good.

There'll be a next time.

There will be.

Bus driver!

Hey, now! Bus driver!

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(HORN HONKING)

Hey, y'all seeing this?

(ANGRY SHOUTING)

POLICEMAN:
(THROUGH SPEAKER)

Clear the street.

Go back to your homes now.

Disperse

or you will be arrested.

I say we go up to 12th Street

and be a part of this.

We're working musicians, man.

I can't be singing

when I'm supposed to...

...be out there

swinging, brother.

Hey, look. We're not

too far from the Algiers.

Let's just go there

till all this blows over.

DARRYL:
We gotta

get off this bus!

BUS DRIVER:

Everybody out! Let's go, now!

(CLAMORING)

(DOOR OPENS)

- MAN:
Come on, man!

- DETECTIVE:
Sit the f*** down!

(DOOR SHUTS)

MAN:
I didn't do anything!

I'm sorry,

I've been working...

...straight shifts

since the riots started.

Yeah, that guy you shot at

didn't make it home.

Ambulance found him

bleeding out under a car.

(SIGHS)

Are we sure

it's the same guy?

He's the only

Virginia Park shooting today.

You carry a shotgun,

he had shotgun wounds.

You wanna play ballistics?

Jesus Christ, I'm sorry.

That's it?

What else?

You shot him in the back.

Right. He was...

He was running away from me.

Where else do you

want me to shoot?

My point was him being

no threat to you.

In hindsight,

but I'm thinking,

...why is he running

away from me,

...if all he did was

steal some groceries?

What if he killed somebody

in that grocery store?

He's avoiding the police.

What do you assume from that?

You don't assume.

If he had a weapon in his

hand, that's another story.

We don't shoot for robberies.

Detective, you know it's

a war zone out there, right?

Yeah. 10th had to shut down.

They're destroying the city.

We're facilitating that

with the message we send,

...which is that it's okay, go

ahead, burn down your houses,

...rob a store.

It's total chaos. And...

Where does that lead us

long term, Detective?

All right, kid. Thank you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Anytime.

I'm recommending

murder charges.

You go back to work,

wait to hear from the DA.

Yes, sir.

And kid...

Calm down out there.

Thank you, Detective.

(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)

All right?

Forget it.

- Are you in trouble?

- I'm fine, so forget it.

He's doing his job,

same as you and me.

DETECTIVE:
Stand up. Let's go.

On your feet.

(SHOUTING)

(ALARM RINGING)

JIMMY:
Go home, now! All you

people, off the streets.

Yo, we need to split up, man.

DARRYL:
I mean, the police are

going crazy out here right now.

Five brothers together, you

know they gonna say we a gang.

LARRY:
Come on, man,

we're not splitting up.

Sh*t!

POLICEMAN:
Where do you think

you're going?

- FRED:
We're going home, man.

- Get off the street!

Hands on the wall!

- Keep them up!

- FRED:
Okay!

MORRIS:
Oh, sh*t!

(GRUNTING)

POLICEMAN:
Keep moving!

What the hell

you talking about?

Look at this mess, man!

Hey, come here! You! Stop!

It's after curfew!

POLICEMAN:
(OVER SPEAKERS) This is

the Detroit Police. There is a curfew.

LARRY:
We're going home!

JIMMY:
Assalamu alaikum,

my brother!

POLICEMAN:
(OVER SPEAKERS)

Disperse!

Leave using the streets

behind you.

This direction!

MORRIS:
This is our street!

POLICEMAN:

Go back to your homes!

Go back to your homes!

(SIREN WAILS)

POLICEMAN:
(OVER SPEAKERS)

Disperse...

...or you will be arrested.

(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)

LARRY:
Hello, hello.

Hello.

How you doing?

Just need to get a room.

Y'all at the

wrong hotel, though.

Ritz down the street.

Yeah, well, the Ritz ain't got

you behind the counter, so...

(CHUCKLES) Look, all I got

is a room in the annex...

...out back down

through the breezeway.

$11 a night,

you pay in advance.

That's cool.

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)

LARRY:
A8, A8.

(UNLOCKING)

(KEYS JINGLE)

Voil!

What you expect for 11 bucks?

(SCOFFS)

(SIREN WAILING)

(GROANS)

Hey!

OFFICIAL:
With the exception

of a few isolated snipers...

POLICEMAN:
You know

what f***ing time it is, boy?

- Let me have a little fun with you.

- KID:
Come on, man!

- POLICEMAN:
What time is it?

- KID:
I ain't got no watch.

How am I supposed to know

what time it is?

POLICEMAN:
It's past curfew

and you know it, Goddamn it!

KID:
You gonna shoot me

because I don't have a watch?

POLICEMAN:

Get the f*** off my street!

- What you gonna do? Shoot me?

- Get off my street!

Do it! Go ahead.

I will kill you

right the f*** now.

DISMUKES:
So sorry!

I'm guarding that grocery store

right there. I'm guarding it.

This my nephew.

I'm so sorry, I apologize.

I'm gonna take him away.

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