The Butler Page #4

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right here, in Nashville.

So we're gonna form an army.

You and I.

This army has one weapon.

That weapon is love.

Now, I am of the... yes.

If our only weapon is love,

and then their weapons

are weapons,

- I mean, isn't that dangerous?

- Oh, you can be killed.

If anybody's uncomfortable with that,

you know where the door is.

I understand that sounds

provocative, but it's true.

All right, kids.

It's show time.

Gandhi has demonstrated for us

that the brown man,

in his native land, or anywhere

that he's being oppressed...

...can pull himself out

of segregation

with patience, with persistence,

with intelligence and thought,

with discipline...

...and a bit

of a sense of humor.

You know y'all can't sit here.

We would like to be served, please.

This is unprecedented,

what we're talking about,

but it needs a patience

that none of us have ever seen.

You can order food

in the colored section,

but I'm not gonna be

serving you here.

We are organized.

We have a leader with every group.

We have lookouts

with pocket change

and the local phone numbers

for ambulances ready,

and when one wave comes

off that lunch counter, what follows?

A whole 'nother wave

of Negro students

sitting at that lunch counter,

blowing their mind.

We would like

to be served, please.

Now, who wants to role-play?

Jim, I need your help over here.

Now, y'all know you're

not supposed to sit there.

- Attack.

- Get up, n*gger! Get up!

This is an experiment.

So do whatever it takes

to break their spirits.

- Come on, get up, n*gger.

- Use the language.

I need to hear "n*gger" coming

out of your mouth.

- I need to hear "coon. "

- I don't feel comfortable saying that.

You came here to get yourself prepared

and to get her prepared.

So let me hear it now.

- N*gger.

- Louder.

Say the words like you mean it.

- N*gger.

- Louder.

You are a n*gger!

You need to be sitting

in the colored seating.

This is not for you,

you cannot be served here.

You need to do as you're told

and sit in your place.

- You are a n*gger.

- Make her believe it.

- I don't believe you.

- You're a n*gger.

You know that's where

the colored people sit.

You see these people over here?

They're in their section over here.

You coon ass!

Get up, you n*gger!

If you want us to shop

in this establishment, make them go.

Come on, Robert, let's go.

N*gger lover, get out!

- Get up, monkey. Get up!

- What is this?

Are you listening to us?

This says "whites only. "

Get up, n*gger. Get up!

- Coons here?

- What are you doing here?

- Does it say "coons?"

- "Whites only. "

You don't belong here with them.

This? What is this, huh?

- Does it say "coons" here, huh?

- What are you doing here?

- Pay attention.

- No, this is whites only.

You don't belong here at all.

What are you reading?

I didn't know n*ggers could read.

What are you, stupid?

You're a n*gger lover now?

Get up, you n*gger!

Look at me!

- Look at me!

- What are you doing?

You disrespectful monkey. Huh?

Do you understand?

You understand?

Stop it! Stop it!

What do you think you're doing here?

Get up! Get up, you n*gger!

Look at me! Look at me!

That up there or is that here?

You don't have to tell me,

- but you have to decide.

- I was a n*gger.

- Go back to where you came from!

- Here, you want some coffee?

...the n*ggers are better

off in their own schools

than they are in the white schools.

- To serving our country.

- Serving our country.

My man.

I feel rich right now.

I like the way that tastes.

They got no business out here.

...better off in their

own schools than they are

in the white schools.

You're all sentenced to 30 days

- in the county jail.

- What?

Bailiff, get these

n*ggers out of here.

Something special

is going on down here, Dad.

What's so special about

another colored man in jail?

What you doing

with my hard earned money, Pop?

Are you even in school?

I'm trying to change

the way Negroes...

You're breaking the law.

That judge just sentenced you

to 30 days in the county workhouse.

You fixing to get killed.

If I can't sit at any

lunch counter I want,

then I might as well be dead.

- We're fighting for our rights.

- Rights?

- What are you talking about?

- We're trying to change

the nation's consciousness

toward the American Negro.

Them postcards you've been sending me?

- You're a damn liar.

- I have been in school.

Who do you think you're talking to?

I brought you into this world,

I can take you out of it.

- Y'all been able to talk to him?

- Talk to who?

- Louis.

- Yeah, we talk to him.

Said he's joined something

called the "Freedom Riders,"

whatever the hell

that's supposed to mean.

You gonna see him?

I been fixing to trying to see him.

Every time I do,

Cecil get all riled up.

So I don't know when

that's gonna happen.

"Fixing to trying. "

See, that's the problem.

You got to stop trying,

and you just got to do it.

He take you

to the White House yet?

No. Cecil say we're going soon.

"Cecil say, Cecil say. "

Four years. That's what makes

you a little bit gullible, darling.

I don't understand.

I don't understand why he can't

- get the president to do something.

- See, Gina, that's your problem.

You just say stupid stuff.

President got more to do than be

thinking about Louis' foolishness.

You know,

why don't you just shut up?

It's just a mess.

Be nice.

Who told you

you could tell me to shut up?

- Well... You...

- Go get me a drink.

I want some scotch.

Well, I personally think Louis is

gonna get every one of us killed.

They coming to get us.

They coming to get us.

He crazy like his mama.

I meant it in a good way.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

Get back over here.

Let me get your ass.

I received also a wire from

President Eisenhower, which says...

The president lives

at the White House

until the moment the next one

is sworn in.

So the staff has exactly two hours

during the inauguration ceremony,

to move the old president out

and move the new one in.

They say

this new white boy's smooth.

I just need to get my

butt home to Gloria.

'Cause these hours,

they're killing us.

How's your boy doing, Cecil?

Gentlemen, the president's arriving.

- OK.

- Where shall we start?

I'm not sure.

This end, maybe over there?

- Thank you.

- Right this way, Mr. President.

- Hello, everyone.

- Mr. President.

I am thrilled to be

working with all of you

over the next four years.

Eight years, Jack.

Well, you see who wears

the pants around here.

I'm not gonna remember any

of your names, but I'm gonna try.

Jessie. It's a good thing you're here

'cause I'm gonna forget.

- Thank you. This is Lorraine.

- Pleasure to meet you.

- Mr. President.

- How are you, James?

- Carter.

- Pleasure, Mr. President.

- Carter.

- This is Cecil.

- Pleasure to meet you, Mr. President.

- How are you?

- William.

- Mrs. Kennedy.

- Greg.

- How are you?

Winslow.

I got it. She's all right.

Pleasure to meet you,

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