Panther Page #11

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RODGERS:

They couldn't have thought this up

for themselves.

BRIMMER:

(sarcastic)

Yeah... Sounds like the Constitution

to me. With a little of the Bill of

Rights thrown in...

RODGERS:

Inspector Brimmer, this is no joke

During your surveillance have you

seen any outside agitators?

Professorial types? Communists?

BRIMMER:

No. I've seen Black men handing out

bags of food. Having meetings.

Patrolling the neighborhood. Having

more meetings. They ain't...

RODGERS:

They are carrying guns. They are

threatening police officers. They

are undermining the United States of

America. And you Inspector Brimmer

are not taking your duties

seriously...

DORSETT:

Now hold on Rodgers...

RODGERS:

Chief Dorsett, if the Black Panthers

are going to remain in your

jurisdiction, some fundamental changes

in attitude need to be made...

BRIMMER:

Like?

RODGERS:

Like, you Inspector Brimmer are not

going to be sitting in your car

anymore. I think it's time for a

more active type of involvement.

EXT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT

Beat by late hours, DORSETT walks to his car -- a brand new

CADILLAC, sitting in his 'reserved' spot.

A LIMOUSINE pulls up next to him. Its window rolls down. At

first we don't see the passenger's face.

VOICE:

Evening Chief. Another hard day

keeping the streets safe?

DORSETT:

(forced joviality)

What are you doing out so late?

VOICE:

I like to keep an eye on my

"investments" so to speak. You know

we still need to discuss that business

expansion we spoke of.

DORSETT:

(ill at ease)

Look, I don't think...

LOUIS TRAFFICANTE -- all style, all mobster -- LEANS out the

window. His right hand man, TONY, at the wheel. He points to

the Cadillac.

TRAFFICANTE:

That's a beautiful car. You'd do

well to remember who paid for it.

Good night, Chief, we'll speak again

soon.

INT. JUDGE AND CY'S APARTMENT - DAY

Dawn pushes pink against the loft windows as Judge, dressed

for class, pores over Cy's copy of "Wretched of the Earth."

CY:

(coming out)

Man, did you see Huey down on Grove

street? All up on that cop, that was

beautiful.

JUDGE:

Yeah, it was alright. Hey, can you

give me a lift?

CY:

You got it. Berkeley?

JUDGE:

No, Panther Headquarters.

(a smile)

Least that way we could hang out

more like we used to.

CY:

You joining? My Brother..

(hugging Judge)

My brother.

INT. PANTHER HQ - DAY

Panther HQ has improved. Bobby Seale stands behind a newly

painted display counter, interviewing NEW RECRUITS.

BOBBY'S POV - FACE MONTAGE

FACES -- all of them BLACK, all of them MEN, most of them

ANGRY -- flash into the frame, each talking.

FACE #1

Sign me up!! Just gimme a gun and

point out the cops you want me to

shoot...

FACE #2

Where's the free food at?

FACE #3

My momma, she marched with King.

Don't know exactly what kinda change

that brought. But man you put that

cop on Grove through some serious

changes!!!

FACE #4

I hear you Panther boys get the finest

p*ssy.

FACE #5

Vietnam man... I go there and then

come back to some honky motherf***er

telling me what to do, beating my

ass if I don't. Man... f*** that.

A FINAL FACE comes into view... JUDGE'S

CUT TO:

INT. PANTHER HQ - DAY

CY stands proudly next to Judge in front of Bobby.

CY:

Judge is gonna join us.

Tyrone looks less than pleased at the news.

BOBBY:

Welcome Brother, if we stand together

we can break the chains.

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