The Butler Page #8

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a rich Uncle Tom.

Look at you.

All puffed up.

With your hat on your head.

Coming in here,

saying whatever you want.

Girlfriend belching at the table.

You don't even feel

you gotta go to school,

even though I gave you the money.

You need to go.

Yeah, Louis.

I need you to get out of my house.

- What?

- Get the hell out of my house!

- What are you doing?

- Get on out!

- He's gotta go!

- No, Cecil, no!

- I can't take this no more!

- We ain't seen this boy!

We ain't seen this boy!

I'm gonna snatch the life

out of you, boy!

- Now, everybody just sit down.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Butler,

I didn't mean to make

fun of your hero.

Everything you are and

everything you have is...

...'cause of that butler.

Now you take that trifling

low-class b*tch...

...and get out of this house.

I like Sidney Poitier, Daddy.

What's that movie he did?

Look Who's Coming to Dinner?

Everything ain't a joke.

- Carol came to dinner.

- Hush, Charlie.

Police took Louis the next day.

Y'all gonna make me late for work.

Unc, I'm sorry.

Who else I'm supposed to call

to bail him out?

What they got him in for this time?

Sit up!

Louis said they

stopped him just because.

Just because.

He said he wasn't going

to get beat no more, so...

...he got out the car

and he hit 'em back.

What about that little gal of his?

They put her in the hospital.

The hospital.

Charlie.

This sh*t's gotta stop, man.

I'm late for work.

You tell Louis I'm not his mama.

I want my money back.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Thanks, Uncle Carter.

You need to take all this Black

Panther sh*t somewhere else.

Now, I'm not them.

I want my money back, hear me?

- Yes, sir.

- Every dime.

- Yes, sir.

- Hey, Unc... don't tell Daddy.

How you avoid all that sex

in prison?

Do they teach you that

with the Panthers?

They teach you how to... to sit...

- She been drinking again?

- No. She's sober.

She ain't doing nothing but sewing

and feeding them damn fishes.

Feed them more than she feed me.

You excited about

going back to Howard?

Excited about not going back.

- What?

- Yeah.

I'm going to Vietnam.

Charlie, don't do this.

Don't do this.

- This country treats us like dogs!

- And do what? Don't do this?

You fight your country.

I want to fight for my country.

- I won't go to your funeral.

- Good.

'Cause I don't want you there

with all of that...

...black leather and latex,

shining and taking away the attention

off of my pretty face in my casket.

What do they call you now, Louise?

- Shut up.

- Louise Gaines.

Charlie, shut up.

I want to know every goddamn

domestic policy decision right now,

and I want it on the table right now.

- OK.

- OK.

Did you get

the memos we sent last week?

John and I strongly agree

that the time calls for...

A goddamn fly,

a goddamn fly in here.

- Jesus Christ.

- John and I both think

that the time calls for

a period of benign neglect.

- Benign neglect.

- Yes.

I like that. I like that.

You know, the pigs in the

media describe us as terrorists.

A terrorist is one who

terrorizes and frightens others.

We the ones getting terrorized.

How can we exist in, in peace,

when we scared to walk

down the street to the store?

All right, there's this whole black

power movement going on, right?

- Right.

- What if we, um...

What if Nixon promotes black power

to mean "black businesses"

and we find ways to support

black entrepreneurs, pass the buck

on desegregation to the courts.

Push black enterprise

to win the 20 percent

of the votes it could swing our way.

- Excellent, sir.

- Absolutely.

You don't know if your ceiling gonna

cave in 'cause your slum lord

too busy running around

collecting rent checks.

But he won't fix your roof.

It's time we take a stand

against these injustices

that have plagued our community.

They take one of ours,

we taking two of theirs.

- That's right.

- It's been time.

We just need to make sure

that Nixon black power

doesn't equate Nixon

with the Black Panthers.

Have you lost your mind, man?

Did you read Hoover's last memo on that?

- That's my point.

- Goddamn terrifying.

No, no, no. I gave him the green light

to gut those sons of b*tches.

- Good.

- Good. Absolutely.

No, round 'em all up and

throw 'em down an elevator shaft.

I don't proclaim to know everything.

But I promise you...

...they'll always beware

of the n*gger with a gun.

Will there be anything else,

Mr. President?

How many kids we got coming

to the breakfast tomorrow morning?

Got about 25 to 30 coming.

Twenty-five to 30 kids

will be able to go to school

and focus on their lessons.

'Cause they don't want us

to be able to feed our kids.

They don't want us

to be able to protect ourselves.

What are we doing here?

Thought this was going to be

our community service.

This is community service.

"Someone kills one of ours,

we kill two of theirs?"

Community protection.

Are you ready to kill somebody, Carol?

'Cause I ain't.

I am.

Did you ever love me, baby?

Today, a day after police

shot it out with the Black Panthers,

killing two of them,

they raided the apartment...

...the shooting of 26

Panthers in the past year,

may represent a national campaign

by police to wipe out the Panthers...

...the criminal reaction

of the occupants in shooting

at announced police officers,

emphasizes the extreme viciousness

of the Black Panther Party.

- Hey, baby.

- Hey.

- Happy birthday.

- Happy birthday to me, huh?

Happy birthday to you.

Right now, this is the present

I want, right here.

Well, you want it right here?

Mm-mm, you know right...

- Right here?

- Kids up... Kids down...?

Ain't no kids in the house no more.

Hey, I made you a birthday cake.

I got all the cake

I want right here.

No, you crazy.

I got some champagne

cooling in the icebox.

And some ice cream, too.

Get some ice cream.

You gonna be drinking with me?

You know I don't drink.

I don't drink.

Just playing with you.

I just want to see you move

a little bit. Go ahead.

Oh, my God!

We get any mail

from Charlie today?

No.

- No?

- Haven't heard from Charlie.

I know. I got an idea.

I think we should go

to Shantay's tonight.

Oh, no.

No, I'm too old for disco.

We not old. Come on. We ain't old.

I just don't feel like

doing no disco.

Our boys are gone.

It's just you and me.

You and me, we are free.

I forgot this. I forgot this.

Now, look at us.

Little happy birthday present.

I want you to go put it on, upstairs.

- Put it on?

- Yeah. Go put it on.

- All right.

- Make it snappy.

Bring down my sewing kit,

'cause I need to do some alterations.

Make it snappy!

Hello.

Hi. Where are you?

Where?

You should call me back,

because this is not a good time.

- He's home again.

- It fit!

- We gonna go on out tonight.

- Where?

- He's home and...

- Boy, you good, aren't you?

- You all right?

- Who that?

Call me back.

- OK?

- Oh, it's Louis.

He asking for some money?

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