The Butler Page #5

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Miss Caroline.

- Miles.

- Miles.

What's that on your breath,

Gloria? Stop, OK. Stop.

- What's that?

- Baby, that's gin.

- I can smell it from here.

- It said "Addison's disease. "

Stop. Stop it, will you stop?

Did you take Charlie

to the dentist today?

Somebody at the White House

got Addison's disease?

No, I did not take Charlie

to the dentist today.

And what you asking me about it for?

You never home.

Now you gonna act like you gonna

take Charlie to the dentist?

You ain't never here.

I don't know how you gonna take him.

His teeth fall out,

waiting on you to take him.

Just go to bed, Gloria.

I'll take him tomorrow.

How many pairs of shoes

does she have?

I said, how many pairs of shoes

does Mrs. Jackie Kennedy have?

How the hell do I know?

You're in that ol' White House

day and night.

Thought you knew everything.

Coming in,

trying to tell me what to do.

Worried about me drinking.

You ought to be worried

about your house.

Our boy's in jail, Cecil.

Our boy's in jail,

and you can't come home.

You... You don't see I'm here,

trying to talk to you?

I bet you wish I spoke French,

just like Jackie.

Jackie Kennedy.

Que sera, sera.

You like that?

You like the way she talk?

Cecil,

you hear me talking to you.

You ain't asleep.

Bobby told the president

they shouldn't be worried about

the Negro sit-ins.

Polls show the US

does not support civil rights.

Told you that white boy was smooth.

A little too smooth for my money.

- Hey, Cecil, how's your boy doing?

- Out of jail, says he's back in school,

but I think he's doing

that freedom riding thing.

How's Gloria doing

with that drinking?

She's hanging.

They say that cat

that's playing is a big deal.

- Pablo Casals, world famous.

- Course he's world famous.

You think Mrs. Kennedy

is gonna have, uh...

some backwoods country fiddle

band playing out there for her?

- Man.

- Why don't you start a band?

Maybe you can go out there, too.

You know what, in fact,

let's all start a band.

I'll play the bongos.

What about you?

I play a mean... skin flute.

He refuses to play in any country

that recognizes Franco's regime.

Who's Franco?

- Forget it, man.

- Huh?

Forget it. You're ignorant.

Carol, are you tired?

You just want me to put my head

on your shoulder.

What wrong with that?

I'm not putting my head

on your shoulder.

You can.

Ever been

on a freedom bus before?

- No, it's my first time.

- No?

- How's your boyfriend feel about that?

- My boyfriend?

Yeah. I mean,

this must upset him, right?

You being on this bus down here.

- I don't have a boyfriend.

- You don't have a boyfriend?

How do you not have a boyfriend?

- You want some peanuts?

- No, thank you.

- You like peanuts or...?

- I don't like peanuts.

- I'm too hot to eat.

- Hey, can I have some of those?

- Long bus ride.

- OK.

Louis, what is that?

- It's a cross. It's a cross.

- Driver, turn! Turn the bus!

Oh, sh*t.

N*ggers, get out here!

N*gger, go home!

N*gger, go home!

Oh, my God.

Everybody out!

"In an old house in Paris

that was covered with vines...

...lived 12 little girls

in two straight lines.

The smallest one

was Madeline. "

- Like Caroline.

- Mm-hm.

"She was not afraid of mice. "

Why do people ride

in the freedom bus?

Uncle Bobby told my daddy

that the freedom bus

exploded today.

I can't tell you

if I walked off the bus

or if I crawled off

or if someone pulled me off.

I didn't know if my boy

was dead or alive.

When I got off the bus,

a man came up to me,

and I'm coughing and strangling,

and he said, "Boy, you all right?"

And I nodded my head,

and the next thing I knew,

I was on the ground.

He had hit me with a baseball bat.

Hello.

Hi, Dad.

I'm in Mississippi.

I thought you was in Alabama.

We spent two weeks in jail

there, now we're in Mississippi.

I want you to listen

to me, Louis.

I want you to come home.

I know we ain't seen eye to eye,

but your mama,

she wants you home.

- They're keeping me.

- How long?

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

They said three months.

When I get out,

I'm gonna take another ride.

- What are you talking about?

- What's he saying?

Let me talk to him.

Give me that phone.

It is my right to ride that bus.

That is my legal right.

I will exercise my rights

as an American citizen.

American citizen.

What you talking about?

You know what

they're gonna do to you?

They're gonna lynch you

and then they're gonna throw

your little ass in the river.

They're gonna kill you.

Ma, then they're just

gonna have to kill me.

...Negro

and white in Birmingham

have been building up

to scenes with clashes, like this.

The situation was perilously

close to an explosion.

Arrests were made in mass lots.

Everyone charged

with the same offense...

Here you are, Mr. President.

I'll wait for your signature.

City police were

carrying out their pledge

to fill their jails to

capacity if necessary.

They are acting

according to the wishes...

I don't know what country

I'm looking at.

...tone of the city for many years.

Get off! Get off!

Residents here

have taken to the streets

in Birmingham, Alabama,

to bring attention to their efforts

against the segregation

of black Americans.

This is following earlier boycotts

in Birmingham to pressure...

Hey, Louis, man, that little

nigga might be onto something.

Stop calling him a nigga,

'cause he ain't no nigga.

What's wrong, baby?

- What's wrong with me is this.

- What are you talking about?

This is what's wrong with me.

This is wrong. This is wrong.

- We ain't been wrong yet.

- I can't do this to Cecil.

We ain't doing it to Cecil.

I'm doing it to you.

I want you out of my house.

Why do you think God brought us

next to each other each day?

- God ain't got nothing to do with this.

- He put you right next door to me.

You always talking about how

lonely you are without Cecil

being at the White House,

and you need a man that can

appreciate the love and the

woman that you are, like I do.

I want your number-running

ass up out of my house,

off of my sofa right now.

I'm... I'm through.

I told you.

Let me make

a demonstration for you.

Don't come here with

this bullshit crazy talk.

- It's not.

- Some more of this...

This is you, right? You got

your direction that you move in.

- What you doing with my hangers?

- This is you, and this is me.

Now, we seem like we don't fit at all.

We just crash into each other.

But then when

you align things properly,

like God putting you

next door to me,

everything kind of works out.

And even if you slow down,

I got you.

You need to get your yellow

ass up out of my house.

- We need each other.

- What I need is my husband.

And not to be laying up here

in the gutter with you.

On average, how many pills do

you think I take a day, Cecil?

About... 103, sir.

- Help me up.

- Mr. President.

I know your son is a Freedom Ryder.

He's in prison right now in Birmingham

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