02x10 - Color Lines

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♪ Beatin' down your block it's the brother with the b*mb ♪

♪ Comin' with the sound makin' underground b*mb hits ♪

♪ New in '94 it's time for some action ♪

♪ I'm askin' which one of y'all is down for the count ♪

♪ Now still in the w*r zone in '94 it's on ♪

♪ But I'm full-grown foolin' with the microphone ♪

♪ P-dog creepin' in a drop with a 30-odd ♪

♪ Still hittin' up the man and it's kinda odd ♪

♪ Thrown down and let the trigger go ♪

♪ Still gotta pray for an L.A. replay ♪

♪ Black folk still brain-dead to the truth ♪

♪ But I still got love so I'm comin' through ♪

♪ With a trunk full of funk that will make ya ♪

♪ Separate the real from the fake each and every take ♪

♪ Understand it's a must that I tear this up ♪

♪ And I still won't budge

♪ We got the *á* that you can feel ♪

♪ And you know we comin' real baby ♪

♪ Baby

♪ You know it's hittin' in your trunk ♪

♪ Righteous guerrilla funk baby ♪

♪ Baby

♪ Ooh yeah

♪ Right back up in you with a *á* dose of the truth ♪

♪ And your house *á* can't come close ♪

♪ To the P-R the O-B-L-A-C-K still lookin' for a way ♪

♪ To make us rise each and every day ♪

♪ Brothers listen to the sound when I bump ♪

♪ P-dog and I'm hittin' in your trunk with a chunk ♪

♪ Of the down-home hits you love ♪

♪ I'll never slip trippin' with the monster buzz ♪

♪ You know it go on and on

♪ And I won't stop comin' with the militant grooves ♪

♪ That'll keep y'all spirits lit ♪

♪ Long as brothers keep dyin' I'mma keep servin' ♪

♪ Hip hop till the *á* stops ♪

♪ Lettin' ya know

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♪ We want your mind to grow

♪ Lettin' ya know ♪

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Members from the b*mb squad

and detectives from the fourth precinct

are investigating this tragic k*lling.

Detective, can I get one comment?

- Not now. - Just one comment.

Donovan, how you doing?

I'm Detective Williams from the Fourth.

This is my partner, Detective Torres. What can you tell us?

At this point, detectives, I can tell you

it wasn't C-4, TNT or nitro-dynamite.

Your b*mber wanted precision.

He focused his attack on the target

using a low expl*sive to control the blast.

- Jackson the only toe tag? - Larry! [whistles]

- Yeah, right here. - One b*mb, one martyr.

Couple of bystanders got nicked with debris,

but they're going home.

It's too bad. Jackson made a lot of sense.

You ever hear him speak?

I don't care much for politicians

or affirmative action.

- No offense. - None taken.

The b*mber didn't care for Jackson's politics either.

- So like that, um, the guy-- - The Omega b*mber.

Except he's been quiet four, five years.

Maybe he figured Jackson was worth

coming out of retirement for.

Omega leaves his symbol on a piece of the b*mb,

he knows will survive.

If it is him, we're gonna know it.

- Thank you. Nina: Excuse me. Excuse me.

I was... I was standing five feet from him.

He was speaking, and there was a bang.

Like a, a cannon going off or something.

Then a flash of light.

And do you know anyone who'd wanna hurt the congressman?

"Hurt?" How about "k*ll?"

He, he got hate mail all the time.

Death threats.

You know, sick, disgusting stuff.

Where did they keep this-- this stuff?

At the district office.

Talk to Thomas Brown.

He's chief of staff.

Williams: Did the FBI or the police department

read any of this stuff?

Brown: Only the first couple of hundred.

They couldn't get anything from them.

The Omega b*mber's problem was with affirmative action, right?

They looked for a link, but none of the letters

matched up with his writing.

They just let it go?

Brown: Public officials get this stuff all the time.

There's nothing anybody can really do.

That's too bad, man.

This guy inspired a lot of people.

His life really meant something.

You should be proud you had a chance to work with him.

I should have done more.

I should have protected him.

What do we do now?

You keep up the fight.

We're gonna find who did this.

Come on, let's chalk up another one.

That guy really meant a lot to you, huh?

Yeah, man, his ideas meant something.

Definitely.

[sighs]

What?

I just don't know about all these

quotas and stuff, you know.

Come on, Ed, you really think that

you'd have that gold shield without them?

Yes, I really think I would have this gold shield

because I am judged on my own.

Well, a whole bunch of people died

fighting for your right to be judged on your own merit.

Now that you got yours, you just...

How you say sell-out in Spanish?

Look, I'm not even gonna dignify that with a comment.

Yeah, because you know I'm right.

No, you're not right.

Woman on TV: This senseless bombing which took the life

of Congressman Jackson this afternoon

has deeply shocked the people in this city.

Members from the b*mb squad

and detectives from the fourth precinct

are already investigating this tragic k*lling.

Detective, can I get one comment?

- Not now. - Just one comment.

Woman on TV: If there are any leads at this point

the detectives are not discussing them.

There has been some speculation about Congressman Jackson's

enemies and foes of affirmative action.

Everybody with a grievance

wants to blow up the freaking world.

What about this Omega guy?

Last blast? Four years ago. Owner of a paper mill.

Started a training program for native Americans.

Before that there was a chancellor of Packard College

before that a city councilman from Buffalo.

Both supported of affirmative action.

Yeah, well, the FBI's been after this guy for ten years.

They're sending an agent over.

When he or she gets here

I want you to give them the hate mail.

I wonder what his problem is.

Maybe someone got his job on a quota.

He should have sucked it up and found another one, right?

Looks like he already has.

I'll go check on the feds.

Later.

- So you get anything? - Nothing.

God, my back is k*lling me.

I'd help you out, but I'm fresh out of pain pills.

I'm joking.

Do you miss them?

Every once in a while, you know.

Meetings help though

and they give me something to do with my dad.

Craziest things bring people together.

You know, you shouldn't look at me that way.

You're good.

- You're very good. - Thank you. I know.

Am I interrupting something? Hey!

Carmen! What are you doing here?

- How you doing? - Huh? Mm.

- So good to see you. - I know. You too.

Ah, Nina Moreno. My sister Carmen.

Hi. It's nice to meet you.

Hi. I heard a lot about you.

Good, I hope.

All good.

[clearing throat]

I gotta get back to work.

Nina: Nice to meet you. - Likewise.

Ah, speak to you later.

So?

What? What is that look?

She's not your usual type.

- What is my usual type? - I don't know.

Something a little more, um, glamorous.

- Hey. - Hey!

- Carmencita, mi amorcita. - J.C.

- [speaking in foreign language] - Good to see you.

- Hey, okay, calmate, okay? - Oh, okay, okay.

Listen, I heard that you guys caught the Jackson bombing.

Wanna talk about it? Come on.

- What? - Spit it out.

An exclusive interview with you

and the cops on the case?

I won't call my competition if you don't.

- [chuckles] - Come on.

Look, I can't help you, Carmen.

Oh, come on, Ed.

Just throw me a few quotes.

Torres: Told you it's department policy

to give out information to the press without...

Williams.

Man on phone: I would like to discuss

the Marcus Jackson bombing.

Who is this?

Man on phone: Tell me, detective,

did you get your job through fair competition?

Because you're not fair, are you?

I've seen you on TV.

Maybe somebody gave you your job because you're dark.

Williams: Would you identify yourself, please?

Oh, well, I think even you get the picture

and don't bother tracing the call.

It's blocked.

I find it deliciously ironic that two minorities

have caught my case.

What do you want?

Who said, "Not by the color of their skin

but by the content of their character?"

Williams: King. - Correct.

Doesn't sound like the man would have

approved of quotas, does it?

He was against discrimination.

Man on phone: Do us both a favor and don't try

and debate with me. You just muddy the waters.

What do you want?

The FBI has been trying to catch me for ten years.

You and the cisco kid aren't good enough

to hump my ruck let alone capture me.

By the way, is he there listening in?

- Yeah, I'm here. Man on phone: Good.

Then hear this, detectives...

I'm going to make an example of you two incompetents.

I'm going to humiliate you

and the New York City Police Department for hiring you.

Yeah, and how are you going to do that?

I'm going to blow up somebody else

and it's gonna be triggered by something simple,

a stove, telephone, toilet, doorknob.

Be careful out there, guys.

It's an expl*sive situation.

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Allen: Six murders in ten years.

So then he takes four years off?

How does the FBI explain that, Agent Allen?

Well, you're not dealing with a rational individual.

He could've been in jail, mental hospital

or living down the street raising kids.

Yeah, maybe he just figured his work was done.

Civil rights haven't exactly been a top priority lately.

Until Marcus Jackson started making more press.

Could have jerked Omega's chain all over again.

Well, so what do we know?

Reports now just puts in-between 35 and 50.

He uses military terms, probably in the army or marines.

Ah, definitely looks like

he's trained in expl*sives, maybe 'Nam?

What's his psych profile?

He plans carefully,

probably rehearses his crimes.

He loves his press.

He loves taunting his opponents.

He's highly intelligent.

He treats his victims like objects.

He feels he's been persecuted

and feels absolutely no remorse.

Now he gets off running down minorities.

I bet that makes him feel superior.

Allen: I concur.

It also convinces him that he'll never be caught.

Or that he'll get caught eventually

and intends to do as much damage as he can until then.

So what do we do?

Push forensics and wait on him.

It's sick, but he has a relationship with you guys.

Trust me, he'll be in touch.

We'll be at the b*mb squad talking to Donovan.

If Omega calls, please put him through.

The Greek letter omega,

this is what he wanted us to find.

And that's how we know it's him?

You got it.

Does he put that on all of his bombs?

- And it survives. - This guy knows his business.

For ten years, nothing identifiable survived his blasts

except this symbol. But he's getting careless.

Torres: What is that?

Computer circuit board fragment.

ME dug it out of the victim's clothing.

The fabric melted right around it.

Any possibility you can get anything off it?

Almost a full print.

Maybe your friends at the FBI

can do something with it.

Good work, Donovan. Thank you.

Don't forget to sign for this.

- Good hunting. - Alright.

Let's do this.

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Torres: I've seen it.

Virginia: What is she doing

reporting on this investigation?

It's her job. She was here when the b*mber called.

Well, then you should have asked her to leave.

Torres, this is how these lunatics get their jollies.

Each time they're glorified by the press

it encourages them.

Look at this, "The wily Omega b*mber

has the police befuddled."

"Befuddled?" Who talks like that?

- It won't happen again. - No, it won't happen again.

Because I don't want your sister in this precinct

unless she has a crime to report

or unless she's being charged with a crime.

Is that clear?

Lieutenant, could I see you a minute?

Um, we got something.

The partial off the fragment belongs to Dwayne Armstrong.

The print was taken in 1965 Fort Dix, New Jersey.

- When he went into the army. - Bingo.

Can you expedite his military records?

Allen: I've already called the center in St. Louis.

He's on the phone.

You know, I'm gonna mention his name.

- Rattle his cage a bit. - No, no, no.

- I don't think that's a-- - Couldn't hurt.

Whatever he does, remember, we got the info.

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Williams.

Did you read the papers this morning?

Williams: Yeah, I saw it.

Is that your sister who wrote that, cisco?

Torres: "Torres" is like "Smith," man.

We're everywhere.

Man on phone: I didn't figure there could be

two high achievers in one family.

Maybe you should just quit while you're behind.

Open a bodega somewhere.

Yeah, well, maybe we will

after we throw your sorry a*s in prison.

How 'bout that?

[chuckling]

- You're slipping, babe. Man on phone: Oh, yeah?

How's that, detectives?

Your last b*mb?

You left your mark on it.

I always do.

Learn the game before you play, fool.

We're not talking about the Omega, fool.

We know about that.

Man on phone: That's all you're gonna know about, cisco.

There's something else, Dwayne.

What did you say?

Dwayne Armstrong.

That is your name, isn't it?

What's the matter, Dwayne?

No more wisecracks?

Not until you catch me.

It's just a matter of time, man.

Very little time before I take down my next target.

We got him.

Let's not get c*ck.

This guy's been doing it a long time.

Hopefully, the pressure will make him screw up.

I hope so, before someone else gets hurt.

Here's your file.

Lieutenant.

So Staff Sergeant Dwayne Armstrong disappeared

in covert action near the Cambodian border

June 28, 1970.

Mm-hmm, still listed as MIA.

And we're sure this is the same guy?

Fingerprints don't lie.

Fort Dix, Fort Benning, Fort Bragg,

that's special forces training.

Take a look at this.

Specializing in demolitions and communications.

Yeah, he was on his third tour in Vietnam.

Three purple hearts, two bronze stars, one silver star.

They don't give those things away.

He must have been a brave man.

Well, I'm glad you put that in the past tense.

Alright, so, Allen, what do you think?

He just slipped into the jungle

and reinvents himself here or what?

Who knows?

No one in his unit saw him captured.

Armstrong had excellent survival skills.

He might have gotten on a freighter.

Forged a new ID.

Started over.

[phone rings]

Yeah. Cooper.

What?

Right now?

Thank you.

Man on radio: Again, our top story,

the Omega b*mber has announced

that his next target is Congressman Walter Jennings

who he describes as a race traitor.

The b*mber taunted police by saying

minority cops won't be able to save Jennings.

The b*mber has yet to indicate

a specific time and place for the next b*mb

Jennings: But it doesn't make sense.

Virginia: No, it doesn't, Congressman Jennings,

but we're not dealing with a rational person here.

I changed my position on affirmative action

over 20 years ago.

My voting record, it stands for itself.

You really think I'm in danger?

Well, not if you stay put.

The b*mb squad swept the house.

We have people in the house

and on the street around the clock.

Does the name Dwayne Armstrong

mean anything to you?

No, not a thing.

Is there any problem you might've had with him

over affirmative action?

Look, I supported it in the '60s and '70s.

Now, I don't that think it's necessary.

We'll need authorization to go through your papers.

Well, consider yourselves authorized.

This guy, h-- he wouldn't hold a grudge

for over 20 years, would he?

Maybe longer.

It'd be a mistake to take chances here, congressman.

♪ Can't you see the hurt in me ♪

♪ I feel so all alone

♪ I wanna run to you

♪ Ooh-ooh

♪ I wanna run to you

♪ Ooh-ooh-hoo

♪ Won't you hold me in your arms ♪

♪ And keep me safe from harm?

♪ I wanna run to you

♪ Ooh-ooh

♪ But if I come to you

♪ You-ooh-hoo

♪ Tell me will you stay

♪ Or will you run away?

Simone: Are you okay?

Wanna talk about it?

Son of a b*tch is playing me.

And he's enjoying every minute of it.

You can't leave it at the office, can you?

It's what you would call an occupational disease.

It's not supposed to get personal,

but sometimes it does.

That's a choice, isn't it?

Sometimes. Sometimes not.

Then there's this other b*stard that's out there

who, who k*lled my fiancee.

So, did you k*ll him back?

He's still out there

running around, just like this b*mber.

That bother you?

Why should it? I'm not your fiancee.

Yeah, well, I thought

you might be a little concerned, you know?

You wouldn't wanna get too close.

Oh, I wanna know everything about you.

I want to know everything about you, as well.

Although sometimes you seem to have your head up in a fog.

I can be mysterious for a while, can't I?

♪ I wanna run to you

♪ Ooh-ooh

♪ But if I come to you

♪ Ooh-ooh-hoo

♪ Tell me will you stay

♪ Or will you

♪ Will you run away?

♪ Ooh-ooh-hoo ♪

It's been a long time since I've had this much attention.

Aw, my lighter's on the fritz.

- Anyone have a match? - Yeah, yeah. Here.

- Thank you. - That looks like a Havana.

It is. Are you going to arrest me?

No. My father smokes those.

It's my one indulgence.

I have one Havana every night before bed.

Well, you've got 15 minutes before your shift starts.

Well, please make yourself at home.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Goodnight.

He's a creature of habit.

Yeah, but check out his habit.

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[phone rings]

Williams.

Man on phone: Ten minutes, detective.

Ten minutes till what?

Till Jennings dies.

And there is nothing that you can do about it.

You won't win any medals on this one.

- Damn it. - Who're calling?

Williams: I've gotta call Ed.

Damn it! There's no connection here.

Listen, uh, I got to go. I'll talk to you.

This is a big place for just one person.

Some people like to be alone.

Yeah, well, from what I hear

the congressman isn't always alone.

From what I hear, neither are you.

You know, that's funny

because I never hear anything about you, Nina.

So, what do you want to know?

Oh, uh, whether or not you're always alone.

You first.

Well, back in the day when I was young and carefree, maybe.

Oh! Listen to you old man of the mountain.

Speak to me, viejo.

[speaking in foreign language]

Okay?

[speaking in foreign language]

Williams: Communications are jammed up.

I need backup at the senator's house, ASAP.

There is nothing better than being with one person...

that you really care about.

Forsaking all others?

Nah, I didn't say all that now.

- But, uh... - Does it scare you?

No.

- You? - Maybe.

I told you, if it doesn't work out

it creates problems.

Yeah, but what if it does?

Williams: Torres! Moreno! Where are you?

- What's up, man? - All the phones are jammed.

Let's go. We got to get him out of here. Come on.

Alright.

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Allen: He knew Jennings' habits.

He knew when he smoked, where he smoked.

He probably knew when he went to the bathroom.

Listen to this, "In a letter delivered to this reporter

"the b*mber claims to have called

"NYPD Detective J.C. Williams, an African-American

and given him ten minutes warning."

Now, on top of everything else he's humiliating

my detectives in the press!

You're late! What the hell happened to your b*mb sweep?

The damn thing was in the smoke detector.

Too high up for the dogs to sniff.

Armstrong upped the sensitivity of the triggering mechanism.

The signal set off the blasting cap.

Oh, that's great.

In the meantime, no more Congressman Jennings.

I'm not making excuses but that b*mb was made from Semtex.

Wouldn't even show up in an X-ray.

That's just like Armstrong.

He's never used his social security number again.

Probably not his name, his family's gone.

- It's like he doesn't exist. - Yeah.

And in the meantime, he's making his mark.

There has to be a connection between him and Jennings.

But the question remains, who the hell is next?

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So what are we gonna do about this?

I guess it depends on what we want.

Well, what do you want?

I'd like to kiss you again.

But that's not all I'd like to do.

Discipline.

See? That's easy for you to say.

It's not as easy as you think.

So?

So, how about...

dinner, you and me...

sitting down...

candlelight?

When?

Soon.

Soon.

Mm.

Real soon.

[indistinct chatter]

- Here you go. - Thank you.

"Omega two, NYPD zero."

Son of a b*tch.

- Got your heating fixed. - Great.

It's supposed to be a cold winter,

but at least the drought is over.

Check this out.

Now he's writing to your sister

telling her how he tipped us off

and we, especially me, screwed this up.

[scoffs] Look, man, they'd all be writing it.

It was an exclusive. You can't blame Carmen.

Well, maybe if no one wrote it up he'd go away.

Or maybe he'd keep on bombing until somebody did.

Yeah, but it doesn't help if people keep...

[phone rings]

Torres. Yeah. Hey, Carmen.

It's-- it's alright. Forget about it.

Ah... He did?

- Yeah. I'll meet you. - What's up?

She just got a letter from him.

I'm gonna go meet her.

I'm going over to the feds

to help with Jennings' papers.

Later.

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I mean, this guy's finally coming out in the open

and he loves his press.

So what does he want?

Well, it's a little rambling

but basically it involves access to the press.

His own column?

Detailed coverage of his exploits

especially when he humiliates

the, uh, minority cops on the case.

Yeah, well, he's already done that.

And he wants a forum for his grievances.

He wants all faults with affirmative action.

He wants the lists of people who've been wounded

by colleges, companies, that kind of thing.

Maybe he should have his own talk show.

- Yeah, I know. - Is there a time limit on this?

Well, he says he plans another definitive statement

of his views and then we'll get down to business.

I'mma take this to the feds.

Cool.

Listen, do you think you got your job

because you're a Torres?

Probably because I'm a female Torres.

No, no, no, no. I'm serious.

I mean, do you think you may have been picked

over somebody more qualified?

It's possible. I mean...

Ed, if I couldn't do my job

I'm sure I'd be emptying wastebaskets at the paper.

Nah. They wouldn't let you do that.

You're no good at cleaning up anyway.

[laughing]

That's right because I'm a Torres.

- Just like my brother. - Come on.

I gave the letter to Cooper.

She's gonna get with the feds.

Maybe you could debate him on Letterman.

I can go with that.

And then maybe you and your girl can watch.

See, now, why you even gotta go there, right?

'Cause I see what I see.

Hey, look, man, it's all good. Do your thing, man.

Look, I'm happy for you.

- Ain't nothing going on. - Uh-huh.

Well, if nothing's going on something needs to be going on.

- Because, uh... - [scoffs] Whatever.

It's about damn time you got some.

[phone rings]

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Williams.

Good morning, detective.

Nice job last night.

Yeah, you're a regular superman, Dwayne.

Dwayne: Ah, there's something new.

Has cisco picked up yet

or is he still recovering from his bodyguard duties?

Torres: Oh, yeah, I'm here.

Well, last night was so easy I had to invent a new challenge.

It was so good to see all of you today.

Even chiquita was there.

Place is starting to look like the post office.

While I was placing a little gift in the heating duct

behind you, we had our talk about the weather.

Just get to it, man.

You have ten minutes from when I hang up.

I left a screwdriver to help you with the grate.

Just the two of you in there, no one else.

Ten minutes is not enough time.

For an intelligent person with basic manual dexterity

that is more than enough.

One more thing.

No evacuations, or the place goes sky-high.

Good luck, people.

Your colleagues are counting on you.

Look, get me the lieutenant right away!

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So the guy walks in here, plants a b*mb

says hello, and then jets.

- What the hell is that? - The b*mb was for real.

Donovan said it would have taken out the whole floor.

Lieu, what kind of place are we running here?

Look, the guy waltzed in here

with what looked like a legit work order, alright?

Who the hell is gonna question him

in this rickety old building? You?

No. Definitely not the way I froze in here last winter.

So on top of everything else the heat still ain't fixed.

- Lieu, right? - That would be correct.

[phone rings]

Williams.

Man on phone: So, you're still sucking air.

What the hell are you calling for?

You want us to thank you?

I hate stating the obvious,

but I am calling to remind you that you could be dead

any time I want you to be.

Then why didn't you do it?

Man on phone: Well, I wanted to see what you and cisco

were made of.

B-plus for courage and nerve.

But that was child's play.

The next one is the real deal.

What next one?

Man on phone: You're the detectives.

You figure it out.

Here's a clue.

How many stars are there in heaven?

This guy is right.

He could have k*lled us any time he wanted to.

- Maybe it's a test. - Of what?

See what you're capable of.

I mean, maybe in his own sick way

he actually respects you.

J.C.!

November, 1964.

Dwayne Armstrong wrote Congressman Jennings

asking for a recommendation to west point.

Now, Armstrong wanted this more than anything

but Jennings wrote him in January

saying there was someone else he thought

was better suited for the appointment.

Is that all the correspondence?

No, Dwayne wrote him twice more,

once asking for reconsideration

and then chewing him out

for picking someone who was less qualified.

Let me guess, it was a black man.

Mm-hmm, and Armstrong had slightly better grades and SATs,

but the guy Jennings picked was more well-rounded

and had more leadership potential.

Colin Powell, right?

Close. Very, very close.

The name's Arthur Darden.

Now he's a major general.

Great record in 'Nam, desert storm,

even helped get that downed pilot out of Bosnia.

Wait a minute.

That guy's in town.

I was just reading in the paper

he's gonna be up in Harlem

receiving an award.

He's getting another star.

And that will send him to heaven.

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So the guy thinks I got his spot at the point, huh?

Well, that was 30 years ago.

- Where has he been? Williams: We don't know that.

What we do know is that he's bombed in the past,

all supporters of affirmative action.

He goes dormant, then he flares up again.

I've studied t*rrorists.

These loner types are usually nuts

not consistent.

Hey, anything can set them off.

Something in the news,

an insult on the street, the sunrise.

Hey, I can't worry about them.

About your promotion ceremony tomorrow,

we'd like you to consider postponing it.

Sorry, guys.

Look, this isn't worth your life

or anyone else's, for that matter.

If the group wants to call it off, fine, but I won't.

Look, it's not like you're fighting desert storm

or anything here.

Yeah.

It's just a lunch for some people from Harlem.

A hundred people in a little hotel.

But who knows what they take away from it,

who they talk to, who might wanna try

just a little harder because of what I've done?

Yeah, and what good are you gonna do if you're dead?

Same as anyone else,

as much as I can up to that time.

Bottom line, I don't give in to terrorism

whether it's a bully in a schoolyard

or anybody saying where my place ought to be.

So you're just gonna leave it up to fate, huh?

Not at all, son.

I'll leave it to you.

This is your job.

Guy doesn't scare easy, does he?

Yeah, well, he's pretty impressive, I say.

- Or stupid. - Yeah, we're here too, right?

Yeah, but that's our job, kid.

Look, I guess he feels he's doing his, right?

Now, that's a perfect example of what I'm talking about.

What? General Darden isn't part of some quota.

Yeah, but see, Jennings picked him over Dwayne, why?

Because he saw something there.

Ed, look, if it wasn't for sl*very,

there wouldn't have been a need for the civil rights movement

which created the need for affirmative action.

I'd say it worked out pretty good.

Yeah, and I say Dwayne is about to disagree with you.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[upbeat music]

[indistinct chatter]

Ah, what's up?

We've gone over every inch of this place.

It's clean.

[sighs] Good.

We've had it under constant surveillance.

We got people in the alley, people on every corner.

Guess he could always hire a plane.

Sorry. They're all okay with this.

- No more hiding. - Good.

It will be a pleasure watching you receive your third star.

Thank you.

[instrumental music]

Sir!

- Yo, J.C. - Yo.

Torres: Another army guy is coming.

Looks important.

Well, all the big guys are inside

so why don't you check him out?

[instrumental music]

[tires screeching]

[siren wailing]

- Hold it! - Get out of the way, you...

"You," what? Say it.

It begins with an "N." Say it!

- You... - That's right, baby.

Live and in living color.

Stay back, y'all. I got him.

There's a b*mb in this box, Williams.

If I go, you go.

One of those precision bombs, Dwayne?

Built to take out one man.

Try me.

Williams: Right here, baby.

I ain't going anywhere, and neither are you.

That's right, that's right, because I have a mission!

Get Darden out here!

He ain't coming, chief.

The people wanna hear from him.

He made general. What did you make?

They gave it to him!

They gave him my appointment.

- They gave him my star! - He earned that.

He would have gotten those stars without an appointment.

Know why? He finds a way.

He doesn't waste his life feeling sorry for himself.

It is you people that are always feeling sorry for yourself.

You're always...

[screams]

[expl*si*n]

[instrumental music]

Oh, damn.

Like you said, Dwayne, it's an expl*sive world out there.

Look, let it go. The man is gone.

Paperwork's done. It's over.

- It's not that easy, Ed. - Sure it is. You know why?

Because there's gonna be somebody else tomorrow.

See, now that's the problem, man.

It's like that-- that beast in mythology,

you cut off one head, two more grow back.

Then we gotta keep chopping, yo.

Oh, we better get it together soon

'cause if we don't there's gonna be expl*si*n

a lot bigger than the one that took out Dwayne.

I just worry about my son.

Come on, G is gonna be fine.

He's a smart kid. He's going to a good school.

You got nothing to worry about.

Yeah, what about the rest of 'em?

We won today. That is what's important.

No, no. We win today, they win tomorrow.

Somebody else wins the next day.

People get further and further apart.

It's not supposed to be like that.

If you can find a way to change it, you let me know.

All people need to do is sit down

and talk about the truth with some kind of respect.

If you can get everybody to sit down then I'll be there

and I'll stay till we work it all out.

But in the meanwhile, I think you got a date

with a girl named Simone.

Yeah. You wanna join us?

No, man. I gotta get my beauty rest.

Yeah, I know what you're gonna do.

You're gonna sit down and--

And talk to her with respect.

- Yeah. - Somebody's got to start.

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[doorbell buzzing]

- Eddie. - Yeah, hey.

I thought you were going home and going to bed.

Well, I, um, I was a little too wired to sleep.

You gonna invite me in?

I don't know.

Still thinking about it.

Oh, yeah.

Well, uh, it looks like you got a nice place.

Hmm. It is.

Ah... how long do you think before you make up your mind?

Well, sometimes I can be pretty indecisive.

Really?

[instrumental music]

Mmm.

Eddie...

we probably shouldn't be doing this.

No? You want me to stop?

♪ Each day

♪ Each day I've been alone

♪ I'm someone

♪ Always in control

♪ But at night

♪ I come home I turn the key ♪

♪ There's nobody there

♪ 'Cause no one cares for me

♪ Ohh-oh what's the sense

♪ Of trying hard to find a dream ♪

♪ Without someone to share it with ♪

♪ So tell me what does it mean? ♪

♪ I, I wanna run to you

♪ Ooh-hoo

♪ I wanna run to you

♪ You-ooh-hoo

♪ Won't you hold me in your arms ♪

♪ And keep me safe from harm ♪♪

[wolf howling]

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