The Hurricane

Just a reminder,

ladies and gentlemen,

this fine young fighter will

be right here in Pittsburgh...

on the boxing card

this Monday night.

Time now for the main event

of the evening!

In this corner,

from Paterson, New Jersey,

wearing the white trunks

with the blackstripe,

the winner of 18

of his last 21 fights,

Rubin "Hurricane" Carter!

And in the left corner,

in the dark trunks

with the white stripe,

from St. Thomas,

Virgin Islands,

the welterweight champion

of the world,

Emile Griffith!

Fighters, let's go.

All right.

All right,

keep your punches up.

It's gonna be a good,

clean fight, all right?

All right, touch gloves.

Good luck.

Go to your corners.

Hurricane,

blow yourself outta here!

Go get 'im,

Rubin.

Let's get 'im.

Come on and get me!

I'm in here!

I tell you what

- first one through that door is gon' die!

And the second one and the

third one after that, so come on!

Room in here

for everybody.

Collins! Becker!

Klein on the platform!

Lock 'em down!

Go!

It's Carter, tier one!

Got room in here for everybody, so come on!

Three times life. That's

what I got. Three times life!

And for what? For murders

I didn't even commit?

I ain't got nothin' but time,

so come on!

Come on in and get me!

Y'all wanna know who's talkin'?

Hurricane is talkin'!

You wanna see the Hurricane?

Come on up in here and see him!

Did you see that punch?

Oh, no!

Lucky punch!

You got him, Rubin boy!

Three, four,

five, six-

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

All right, let's go!

Knock him out!

Come on!

He's in your corner!

Get out of the corner!

Another left to the body!

Another right to the head!

- A vicious combination!

- Yeah!

And he looks like

he's going down!

He hits the canvas!

Four, five-

It doesn't look like

he's gonna get up.

He's up!

The referee is checking him. You all right?

That's it!

It's over!

At 2 minutes and 13 seconds

of the first round,

Rubin "Hurricane" Carter

has defeated...

the welterweight champion

of the world!

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on!

Come on! Who's first? Shut up!

Relax there, Carter!

What the hell's going on?

I'm going in there. Are you nuts?

You wanna get yourself killed?

Everybody stand down!

Stand down!

Come on in here. Talk to

'em, Jimmy. Talk to them!

I ain't takin' no sh*t!

Rubin, calm down!

It's me, Jimmy. Talk to me.

I ain't takin' no sh*t

in here! Rubin, calm down!

Take it easy, champ. Now tell me what's

going on. Tell me what's happening.

Come on.

Hurricane done killed 'em!

Clear- Clear the tier.

Get out of here, everybody!

They wanna toss my cell,

Jimmy.

They're gonna

find my manuscript.

That book is the only thing I got

left in here. You understand me?

That's the only chance I got

to get out of here.

I lose that,

they gonna lose too.

Rubin, who do you think the first man

through this door has gotta be now?

It's me.

Listen-

All right.

Come on in here. Line 'em

up. Line 'em up, Jimmy.

Listen to me now. What if that manuscript

wasn't in this cell when we tossed it?

What if it was stuffed down your pants

or something and we couldn't see it?

I can make sure you weren't

strip-searched. Okay?

Don't bullshit me.

No bullshit.

You have my word.

Ain't nobody puttin'

their hands on me, Jimmy.

Ain't nobody

gonna touch me.

All right.

Nobody touches you.

You think

I killed them people?

I don't know, Rubin.

I don't know.

Sh*t.

Motherfuckers.

1-10, suspect at 1059-

John, you been drinkin'?

No.

Just relax.

Let me handle this.

Okay.

License and registration.

It's on the steering post.

What's going on?

Sh*t, Hurricane, didn't realize it was you.

Yeah, it's me.

What's going on, Theo?

We're looking for two negroes

in a white car.

Any two will do?

No-

Oh, sh-

Okay, get out.

All right, let's go.

Come on.

Check his vitals.

It's clear.

Air passage.

Heart rate

has changed.

Chin up.

Keep the passage open.

Can he talk,

Doc?

Just for a moment.

Would you raise his head?

Can you make out

these two men?

Are these the two men

who shot you?

Look carefully,

sir.

Are these the two men

who did it?

He said no.

Move closer.

He said no.

Move closer.

Take another look,

sir.

Son of a b*tch.

Sir, look closer.

You sure

these aren't the men?

Dirty son of a b*tch.

Watch your mouth.

Same old sh*t,

huh, Della Pesca?

Shut up.

Ask him again.

You been after me

my whole life, Della Pesca.

Now you're tryin' to pin a

murderjack on me. Well, it don't fit.

I'm gonna take

your black ass down,

Mr. F***in' Champion

of the World.

I got your black f***in'

champion right between my legs,

you short punk b*tch.

You try me.

That's just what

I'm gonna do.

Pistolshots ring out

in the barroom night

Enter Patty Valentine

from the upper hall

She sees the bartender

in a pool of blood

Cries out, My God

they've killed them all

Here comes the story

of Hurricane

The man the authorities

came to blame

For something

that he never done

Put in a prison cell

but one time

He could've been

the champion of the world

Now all the criminals in

their coats and their ties

Are free to drink martinis

and watch the sun rise

While Rubin sits like Buddha

in a ten-foot cell

An innocent man

in a living hell

Yes, that's the story

of Hurricane

But it won't be over

till they clear his name

And give him back

the time he's done

Put in a prison cell

but one time

He could've been

the champion of the world

Hey, man, it's cold out here.

What are you talking about?

It's like summer for us.

Well, like the summers

in Brooklyn better.

All these people freezing

their butts off to buy books?

That's right.

Lined up like this, not for a

movie or ball game or somethin'?

Ain't it great? No, isn't

it. "Isn't it great?"

Very good.

I stand corrected, Les.

Used books?

Books nobody wants anymore?

That's the great thing

about books.

Once you use them, you can pass

them along to somebody else...

like a torch...

or a football.

You know,

something you pass.

Okay, bring it on in.

Put it down.

Good, good.

Down.

Okay, young man,

that'll be 25 cents.

Jesus.

Twenty-five cent?

Mustn't be

much of a book.

So, Lesra,

what'd you get?

Uh, this.

What is it? I don't know.

It's about a boxer.

It's got, like, 337 pages,

though, you know.

Well, it probably takes a lot of

words to tell someone's life story, eh?

Yeah, well, this guy must be, like, 150

years old if he gon' use all these words.

Sometimes we don't pick the books we read

- they pick us.

It's unfair

Can I get some whiskey

Can I get some whiskey

Can I get some whiskey

We've been home schooling this young man for

eight months. That's how it applies to us.

I'm not married. Mr. Swinton, who you spoke

with, is one of the two men I live with.

No, Sam Chaiton

is the other man I live with.

I don't think you do see,

Mr. Broden.

They are my business partners

and my roommates.

You're the Department

of Education...

and you're telling me you're prepared

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