Brotherhood of Death (1976) Movie Script

♪ High horse, get

off your high horse ♪

♪ So high

♪ High horse, get

off your high horse ♪

♪ So high

- [Man] Good morning, Leroy.

- [Leroy] Morning.

- [Man] Early enough for ya?

- [Leroy] (scoffs)

You know every time

I get up in the morning

and look at the damn paper

I say I'm not gonna

do it anymore.

Reading what Johnson is

doing up there in Washington

for these damn

niggers down here.

Worst thing is, you know

all the niggers down here,

they didn't want

none of that stuff,

that free stuff 'til

the federals started

spoon feedin' 'em.

I mean they were happy.

You know, took it easy.

- [Man] Right.

- [Leroy] They

didn't work too hard,

they had plenty of work

when they needed it,

and that's all there was to it.

They sees them out

there in the fields

and they feel sorry for them,

and they said ah look,

they're working too hard.

They don't realize

all them years

of breeding in Africa made 'em

fit for that physical labor,

I mean they like it.

(man laughs)

'Course picking bananas off

the trees made 'em lazy.

(man laughs)

♪ Can you tamper

with the light ♪

♪ Do you have the

right, no, no ♪

♪ Who are you to judge

a man's right to live ♪

♪ And stomp out a

candle so bright ♪

♪ Not tonight

♪ Get off your high horse

♪ And hear me

♪ Hear me now

♪ Do you hear me,

gonna be crucified ♪

♪ Get off your high horse

♪ High horse

♪ And hear me

♪ Can't you see it's suicide

♪ Don't drag us down we ain't

- Here we go boss,

right here, right here.

I got something for you, boss.

- What is that?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Man, you need

to go in the army.

They might teach

you how to walk.

- No, it'd teach

him how to duck.

- You gonna join the army?

- Me?

- Mm hmm.

- Oh yeah, I'm gonna

join the army alright.

I'm gonna become one of them

things you call a killer.

- Well okay.

- Yeah, you just want

to plaster a uniform.

- Like when you were an usher.

- Impressed you didn't it, baby?

- It wasn't your

uniform, sweetheart.

- Well, what was it then?

- Your sparkling blue eyes.

(laughing)

- Oh!

- Hey!

- [Man] You idiot!

- Gimme some gas.

- [Attendant] High test?

- Regular.

Make that 87 cents worth.

Raymond, Raymond, come

here, Raymond, come here.

- What you, what you want, man?

- I'll bet you $10 I make

that shot, what you say?

- Oh man, you ain't got $10.

- Well it don't matter

'cause I'll make it anyhow.

- Get on out of here, man,

let me show you how to do it.

- Quit pushing on me!

- Make this thing, man.

(laughs)

Yes!

- You know that's

luck, don't you?

- Need something, mister?

- Yeah, fill it up.

Look at that.

Them God damn niggers breed

like flies, don't they?

God damn!

- Oh, the mother

fucker didn't go in.

- Hey boy, don't you know

there's a white

woman in that car?

Now you listen to me,

you gotta go over

there and apologize

for what you just said

and then you clean

your mess off my car.

- Like hell I will.

- Well, like hell you won't.

Now you just come right on.

- Hey man, take

your hands off me.

- Now listen, I'm

going to punish you.

- Hey man.

- What you doing?

- I'm gonna get you

niggers for this.

(engine revs)

- Let's get outta here.

- Raymond, see I done told

you about your temper, boy.

You gotta watch out

for them white boys.

- Every time I save your ass,

I'm the one that

got us in trouble.

- With Winniford.

The news is out that the Ku

Klux Klan is out after us.

In fact, we're the

A number one reason

for them getting

back into high gear.

- Shit, I don't much

like running away.

- [Driver] But you like

breathing, don't you?

- What makes you think it's

gonna be any better in the army?

- Well you got to get into

a good outfit, you see?

The better trained you are,

the better chances you got.

Eh, we get into that

special forces thing,

then maybe we can stay together.

- Special forces!

Man, are you crazy?

We'll go to war, for sure.

- Being as how there's a war,

we gonna go to war anyway.

- We'll have to jump

outta airplanes.

(explosions booming)

(gunfire popping)

(men yelling)

(explosion booms)

(gunfire popping)

- We're supposed to ambush them.

That asshole test got the

whole thing all ass backwards.

- I know one thing man,

I ain't going back

out there no more.

I'm tired, they can

have this damn war.

- Shit, fat lotta

a choice you got,

you got us into this damn war.

- Me?

You the one suggested that we

come here in the first place.

- Damn, it doesn't

make any difference.

Somebody must know what

he's doing out here.

We gotta join up with something

better fore it's too late.

- Hi, men, this

is Captain Quinn.

He says he has a

proposition for us.

- That's right, Captain Quinn.

On your feet, soldiers.

You grunts had your butts in

the grass long enough to know

this here is a jungle

war, guerrilla war,

only it's being fought by men

who think it's World War I.

Fixed defenses that get overrun.

Shit, fixed defenses

are something to hide in

and not fight from

and my men don't fight

from no fixed defenses.

We're hunters and

we stay on offense.

We eat cold meals out of a can

and sometimes we sit

stone still for hours

while the bugs crawl all over us

but we kill a lot of charlie

and they don't kill many of us.

Now if you want in,

I can arrange it.

If you don't, I hope

you bastards can run

'cause you're gonna

be picking 'em up

and putting 'em down.

- Well God damn, Captain.

- This could be your guts

spilling all over the terrain.

This is a sick ass war, troops.

The enemy's imagination

is unlimited.

And when you're out with Quinn,

you're right in

the VCs backyard.

Now they put these

in the ground.

Some grunt comes

along, steps on it

and Charlie racks

up another casualty.

So we got hip and we

installed steel inserts.

So Charlie comes

right back at us

with something else like this.

Now the spikes are

pointed downwards.

Try to jerk your foot out,

the deeper they dig in

and no steel insert's

gonna stop that.

Alright, here's another

one of Charlie's toys.

We call this a mud tato.

The rain peels the potato and

the potato peels your ass.

Now since you never know

what Charlie's gonna leave

behind for you,

the only thing that you can do

is try to avoid the places

where he's likely to leave 'em.

Now never take a path and

never walk parallel to one.

Never take the easiest

route around anything.

Look out for bridges

and watch out for

stepping stones.

Cross where it's deep,

don't cross where it's shallow.

Charlie can do more

with a river bed...

- We could take this night

advantage away from the VC.

You up for a little

night fighting?

- Why not?

- Get the VC so God damn jumpy,

they'd start

shooting themselves.

- Yeah but if the VC

moved big at night,

we might run into a big forest.

- Now you know how Charlie

feels about us during the day.

(gunfire pops)

(explosions booming)

- We got cut off.

We're in trouble, as soon

as those rockets stop.

(gunfire pops)

(explosions booming)

(gunfire pops)

- [Man] Halt.

Who goes there?

- Private Moffat, Private

Tiese and Private Moffat.

- [Man] Advance one

to be recognized.

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Man] Come forward.

You guys with Quinn?

- [Man] Yeah.

- [Man] Quinn bought it.

- [Man] What?

- He's dead.

(coughing)

- Good, huh?

That stuff is bad, man.

- It's bad alright.

- Come on, Junior,

get up off of it.

(coughing)

- Do you know the world's

largest smack factory

is right here in Saigon?

- Yeah, but you don't want

none of that stuff, Junior.

- It's worth a lot

of money stateside.

- Yeah.

- You know,

the kid got a point.

- Takes a big bank

roll though, Junior.

- That's the new thing.

We could pool it.

As a matter of fact, I

already got some investors.

- Be cool, man, be cool.

- You got the shit?

- You got the bread?

- No, no, no, no.

Let me see it.

- Let me see the bread.

- Watch it, that

stuffs almost pure.

- What'll it cut to?

- I don't know.

Depends on how greedy you are

and how eager your

customers are.

100 to one maybe.

- Hey, little something for

all my sicks friend, huh?

- Right.

Let me know when your

friends get sick again.

(funky music)

- I sure am glad to see y'all.

Relly.

- How you doing Ace?

- Well, I know she gonna

be glad you back, Raymond.

Sure thought that street

corner was gonna fall down

without you holding it up, Ned.

You guys sure looking sharp.

Hey, you want a drink?

Can I get y'all a drink?

(funky music)

- Lay it on, Ace.

- So get out of KP and

go down to the dispensery

and guess what?

It turns out he got the clap.

(laughing)

- Ace.

Did you know Winniford?

- Mm hmm.

- Does he still

have it in for us?

- It's been a long time.

- What do you know?

He ain't the kind of person

that'd be getting

over these things

kind of easy like, you know?

- Well, I heard

something awhile back.

He had a few (mutters).

They got over that soon enough.

- [Raymond] Shit, I ain't

afraid of that son of a bitch.

- You ain't afraid,

huh, Raymond?

What you gonna do, off him?

- [Raymond] Shit I might.

- Oh forget about him.

He's small potatoes anyway.

Anyway, when are we gonna

get out of these monkey suits

and get some real clothes?

- Monkey suits?

Jimmy, this might be

a monkey suit to you

but in this suit, I feel

just like King Albert.

- You look like King Kong.

- You are King Kong,

nigger. (laughs)

- Raymond, you never

could hold your liquor.

- Shit, don't you

drink to get drunk?

- I guess some of us do.

- Being that you're

so good at it.

- Oh, get off my case, Junior.

- Now come on, come on y'all.

You want another drink, Raymond.

Ace, give him another drink.

Give everybody another drink.

- Yeah, yeah,

let's do it, do it.

- [Man] Hey Ned, come on,

man, let's get out of here.

- [Man] Hey Ned,

time to hit the road.

- Go away, man, I'm busy.

- [Man] Come on, man.

(knocking)

- [Man] Hey Ned!

- (growls) Jesus Christ,

will you look at this here.

- Boy, this fool had a good

time last night, didn't he?

- 'Cause he sure

paying for it now.

- He must've had a DTs.

- Yeah, I think

he needs our help.

(Ned exclaims)

- Come on, man.

Why don't y'all get out of

here and leave me alone?

Why we got to go to Montgomery?

- So nobody here knows

how much money we got.

- Come on, man, they

got all them bad stores

down in Montgomery.

We can buy some rags and shit.

- Oh, come on, Raymond.

Them stores'll be there

when we get there.

Just leave me alone,

man, leave me alone.

- Come on, man.

(horn beeping)

Man!

- Get up here.

- Take your hands off me.

You want to go, then let's go.

Driver, onward to Montgomery.

And watch the holes in the road.

(laughing)

- [Woman] Quiet, Jimmy.

- [Jimmy] Why?

Come on.

- What if somebody comes by?

- Ain't nobody coming

out here, okay?

- What if I said you just

don't turn me on anymore?

- Well then you're gonna

have to give me a chance

to redeem myself.

- You slow down,

you gotta take your

clothes off anyway.

You gotta get your

shoes off too.

- [Jimmy] Come on.

- Jimmy, what if I

said, not today, sucker?

- Hey, come on!

(laughing)

God damn, tease.

Hey, come on!

Well, that's more like it.

(funky music)

(laughing)

- Hey Snowball.

- What you got on your mind?

- What do you want?

- Nothing boy, you

go right ahead,

we just gonna sit down and

make ourselves comfortable.

Now don't cover up, hon,

we ain't seen nothing yet.

- Maybe he ain't up to it.

- (laughs) Is that right, boy?

- He ain't gonna do nothing.

- Well then, maybe we just

gonna have to do something

for that boy.

(woman screams)

- [Man] Get that

nigger outta here.

(panting)

- Hey, got you now, got you now!

- [Woman] No.

- Slide down there, you bitch.

(laughing)

- Please stop.

- Gonna split me some black oak.

- [Woman] No!

No!

(woman exclaiming)

- It's your last one today.

You know, you owe me $6.

- Okay, well just fill up the

glass and we'll talk tomorrow.

- All you got is mouth.

- What's happening, Ace?

- I don't know.

This whole Louise

Freeman business

is bugging the hell out of me.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, I mean like, you know--

- Hey Ace, what's

happening catch?

- [Ace] Oh, look at this,

must be some kind

of parade in town.

- Oh, just shut your mouth,

fool and pour me something

kind of tall, sweet and nice.

- [Ace] You got a

deal, coming up.

- Hey.

(men muttering)

- Y'all hear about

Louise Freeman?

- No, what about her?

- [Ace] She got

raped, that's what.

- By who?

- [Ace] Winniford and two pals.

- Winniford?

- Yeah, she and her boyfriend,

they got jumped by them.

They beat her boyfriend up

and then two of 'em nailed her.

- And?

Well, what happened to 'em?

- [Ace] That's just it,

ain't nothing happened.

- You mean they

got away with it?

- Yeah, they walking around

like, ain't nothing happened.

- Well Ace, did

somebody call the cops?

Do they know?

- The cops don't give a shit.

- Well, I give a shit.

- Well, you ain't the cops.

- Now come on, man.

When something like this happen,

we all go to the church and

we have a meeting and we--

- Fat lotta good

that's gonna do.

- That's just the way

things are around here.

- Well, we'll see about that.

(ominous music)

(yelling)

(men grunting)

(punches thudding)

- Oh shit.

- Well Leroy, look like a God

damn highway fatality there.

- Hey, you got no

cause to make jokes,

especially not with you

standing there on my porch

and a whole gang of niggers

rampaging through

Kincaid County.

- Oh, there's a gang of 'em huh?

- That's right.

- Well, how many would

you say there was?

- Had to be at least five.

- Five of 'em, huh?

Did you recognize any of 'em?

- No, they come up behind me

in the middle of the night.

- Well, I mean was there

a tall one or a short one?

- I told you, they

come from behind.

You can't tell one

nigger from another

in the middle of

the night no how.

- And they didn't

steal anything, huh?

- They didn't steal anything.

- Now let me see if I

got this straight, Leroy,

you're telling me

that five black men

that you never saw

before attacked you

for no apparent reason?

- That's right.

- Uh huh.

Leroy, I got to tell ya,

I think you brought

this on yourself.

- Jim, what are you

trying to drive at?

- What I'm trying

to tell you, Leroy,

is that if you're smart,

you will just forget this

whole incident right now.

- Forget it?

Hell, eight niggers come

along here on my property

in the middle of the

night and try to kill me

and you tell me to forget it?

Jim, you ought to go down

to nigger town right now

and arrest a few of them bucks,

make a few examples out of 'em.

- Alright now,

Leroy, listen to me,

you know and I know

why you were attacked

and unless we call a halt

to this thing right now,

things in this county are just

gonna go from bad to worse.

- You know, Jim, I

can't believe my ears.

I mean, you sound like

a God damn nigger lover.

- You can that talk, Leroy.

Now listen to me, Leroy,

we don't know who beat you up

but we sure as hell know

who raped that Negro girl

now, don't we?

- You ain't got no proof.

- You are just damn lucky

that I didn't throw your

ass in the slammer then

and I might still do it.

So you watch what

you call me, Leroy.

- You need to protect

white folks not niggers.

- I am paid to keep the peace

and that means keeping the

crazies off the street.

Now right now that

includes you, Leroy.

So you watch your step.

(ominous tones)

- Does the sheriff know?

- Yes, the sheriff

knows but he says

Winniford's got three witnesses

says he was playing

cards all night.

- Lot of good it'd do to

be going to that sheriff.

- Now don't judge the

sheriff just because--

- Now listen, preacher, listen,

now when's the last time they

done locked up some white man

for raping one of our women?

- Now don't get like that.

- Well, we can't let

'em get off scot free.

- Well, we're sending a petition

to the county attorney.

Maybe with some outside

pressures of community pressure,

we'll let 'em know that we

won't stand for such abuse

and treatment of

our young people.

- Reverend, how many of

your petitioners are voters?

- Not too many, I'm afraid.

- Well then, the county

attorney won't pay it any mind.

He don't care about black

folks in the first place

and especially if

they don't vote.

- Look, I tried to lead him.

They're set in their ways.

They won't follow

me to register.

They want nothing to

do with government.

- There are more black people

in this county than white.

Now if we got 'em

all out to vote,

we could have our own

county attorney and sheriff.

- Junior, I don't know.

You might be right.

- How would you do it?

You'd have to reach

a lot of people.

- The Baptist churches

are a natural network

for getting the word out.

- Brothers and sisters,

the word today comes

from the book of Proverbs

where it say, when the

righteous are in authority,

the people rejoice

but when the wicked bear rule,

the people mourn.

We have been a mournful people,

torn from our homelands,

our loved ones and our heritage.

We are the slave labor

upon which this land

of freedom and

justice was built.

- Amen.

- [Congregation] Amen.

- [Preacher] Am

I right or wrong?

- [Congregation] You're right.

- We have felt the

oppressor's whip

upon our backs,

his rope around our necks

and his bullet in our hearts

and yet, we have persevered.

Well, the Lord was with us.

- [Congregation] Yes he was.

- He gave us strength.

- Praise the Lord.

- Oh, praise the Lord.

- He brought us far.

- Outta the valley.

- But the journey

is far from over.

There are still wicked

men who would deny us

the right to live and prosper

as free people of this society.

- Preach it, brother, preach it.

- For today we possess a weapon

which would deny them

the power to do this.

We have the capacity

to utilize the tool

that dictates the

will of a free people,

the one instrument

that ensures our future

and our rights as free people,

the ballot, our votes.

Your vote, sister and

yours, brother and my vote.

- Hallelujah, amen.

- Amen.

- We will support the righteous

and we will vote to

cast out the wicked.

- Hallelujah.

- Amen.

- We will vote and the

people will rejoice.

- [Congregation] Amen.

- Man, you better get

out off that bottle

and get on down to that

courthouse and register.

(upbeat music)

- Nice shopping.

(music overpowers voices)

- Excuse me,

I came to register.

- Register to vote?

(upbeat music)

Here, take these forms with you.

(music overpowers voices)

Yeah, you too, you all

want to vote, how many?

- Come on, come on.

You just go right up

there and stand in line.

- The niggers is

taking over the town.

- Raise your right hand,

raise your right hand.

- What?

By the busload?

- This place is full of Negros.

- Now look, you close

down that office.

I don't care, you just

close it down now.

- Maybe I'll run for sheriff.

- You, a law man?

- Well, why not?

- 'Cause you'll wind

up arresting yourself.

- Now who'd ever heard of

a cop arresting himself?

(upbeat music)

- [Raymond] We're trying

to introduce a new breed

of lawmen into the county.

- Well, I ain't got

nothing to hide.

- You ain't got

nothing to hide, huh?

Then what about your

source of wealth, huh?

- Well if anybody

ask, I'll lock 'em up.

- Oh, you gonna lock 'em up?

- You can't lock

up a string bean.

- Hi Junior.

- Newt!

- Hey, what's happening?

- Hey man.

- You doing man?

- Hey man, you gonna get

out of school this year

or you gonna have Mr. Howard

ragging your ass again?

- Oh, no way, man.

I got out of there and I'm

getting out of this town, too.

I'm a college boy.

- Football!

- Alright, Penn State.

- Oh yeah?

Well, maybe I'll go with you.

- Junior, they ain't got

a uniform small enough.

(siren wails)

- Not to play fool,

to take classes,

you've got to do that too.

- Yeah, I'm ready.

(yelling)

- The church is on fire!

It's burning down!

(men exclaiming)

- [Junior] I guess we really

pissed 'em off this time.

- Well that's it,

man, I've had it.

Want war man, let's

give it to 'em.

(laughing)

- Did you see that

big dirt pile?

They burning on the wind now.

Oh yeah, now Sheriff,

if you don't mind

I'll be taking a

little pull on that.

You know we keep up

this sort of thing,

there ain't gonna be no

niggers left in this county

to shine our shoes.

- You can say that.

I ain't had so much

fun since my brother--

- Now hold on, hold

on just a minute,

Night Hawks, Night Hawks,

Night Hawks of the Ku Klux Klan,

I give you the grand cyclops

whose identity we are all

bound never to reveal.

(snapping fingers)

- Night Hawks of

the Ku Klux Klan,

tonight this klan has

reached the highest glory.

The foundation of Christian

life that has persevered

in the most demanding of times

including carpet bagging

invasions from the north,

Jewish treachery and deceit

and an international

Catholic conspiracy

spearheaded by a

Catholic president

has once again survived

the severest test.

Communist agitation,

of simple minded Negroes

who think themselves

the social and political

equal of the white man.

Now those responsible have

felt the full fury of our wrath

but to kill the

snake, gentlemen,

you must first cut off its head.

Now we know who is

responsible for this revolt

against the Christian

sanctity of our land.

Three obstreperous Negroes

instigating a heinous plot

involving the colored churches

have incited the peaceful

Negroes of this country

to challenge the

white leadership

that has served us all

so well for so long.

These men, Raymond Moffat,

Junior Moffat and Ned Tiese,

are responsible for

this conspiracy.

Now let their sentence

for these crimes

be swift and terrible.

Let the long and righteous

arm of the Ku Klux Klan

reach out and smite

those who would dare

to defile our

Christian civilization.

(men yelling)

(mysterious music)

- [Junior] Hey I

could use some help.

(funky fusic)

(gunfire pops)

(laughing)

- You like that boy?

You got plenty more coming

if you don't admit

to what you done.

- Fuck off, white man.

(punch thuds)

- God damn, hot headed nigger.

- Shit, my old man used to

hit me harder than that.

- Now hold on just

a minute, Myrick.

Ain't no need to waste

yourself on this boy.

We gonna be

scientific about this.

Now, I ain't seen no nigger yet

that would burn before he'd

say anything you want, Myrick.

What's it gonna be nigger,

you gonna burn or

you gonna talk?

- What the hell's going on here?

Back off, Leroy.

- This boy killed one

of his own people.

- That don't give you the

right to torture him, does it.

You got a case against this boy

or are you just

getting your rocks off?

Jesus Christ, Myrick.

First it's Leroy

here and now you.

Just keep it up, keep it up.

Pretty soon I'm gonna have

the whole God damn

klan in the slammer.

Alright boy, now did

you kill somebody?

- I didn't kill nobody but

somebody did 'cause

Newt Biggars is shot.

- Been shot?

Myrick, did you test this

boy for powder burns?

- [Myrick] No sir.

- Jesus Christ.

Well there's one simple way to

solve this then, ain't there?

Untie him.

Untie him!

- Well, well, well, you

don't look too bad, Raymond,

not for the bruise.

- [Junior] What's going on?

- They said I shot Newt Biggars.

- Shot Newt Biggars?

He dead?

- Stone dead.

- They tested me for powder

marks then they let me go.

- Let you go?

After he beat you up?

- No, it wasn't the sheriff.

It's that damn

Myrick and some dudes

that the sheriff

called Klansmen.

- [Junior] That's

a big surprise.

- [Ned] Hey Raymond, who

do you think shot Newt?

- I know who shot Newt.

It was that Turner.

I saw his car driving off.

- You tell the sheriff that?

- You think I'm crazy?

With Myrick and them

Klansmen still in there,

I aint saying nothing.

Soon as they go, I'll

tell the sheriff.

I got something to say to

you about tonight, Sheriff.

- Oh come on now, boy,

you know damn good and well

that the county attorney

is not gonna

prosecute that deputy

for what he did to you.

- I ain't talking

'bout me Sheriff.

I know who shot Newt.

It was Harold Turner,

the county attorney.

- Shit boy, get out of here.

- [Raymond] I saw

his car, Sheriff.

- Well hell, that's no proof.

- [Raymond] You could

test him for powder burns.

- Maybe I could,

maybe I couldn't.

- Uh huh.

You want me to go to

the papers then, huh?

Tell them you refused to

follow a lead on a murder?

- Now wait a minute, wait

a minute, wait a minute,

alright, alright.

Now we'll go and we'll

test Harold Turner

for powder burns, alright?

- [Raymond] That's awful

white of you, Sheriff.

(chuckles)

- No Leroy, I got

rid of the gun.

No, no, there's no way

they can pin it on me.

We starting a rumor that

the niggers did it anyway.

Yeah.

Well, what difference

does it make

if nobody believes us, huh?

(doorbell ringing)

Who the hell is that?

Come in.

No, no, it's just

somebody at the door.

Yeah, now look, you

just relax now, Leroy.

I'll get back to you as

soon as I can, alright?

Now keep calm.

Alright, talk with you, bye bye.

Well, Sheriff,

didn't hardly expect to

see you this time of night.

- [Sheriff] Harold.

- [Harold] What

can I do for you?

- Well Harold, this boy here

has a pretty serious

charge against you.

- [Harold] Oh?

What's that?

- He claims he saw you

shoot and kill a Negro man

by the name of Newt Biggars.

- Why now that's ridiculous.

- Yeah, yeah.

Well that's what I told him.

So I figured you wouldn't mind

if I was to test you

for powder burns.

- [Harold] Mind?

Of course I'd mind.

- Oh come on now, Harold,

just take a minute.

Now you don't want to make

yourself look guilty, do you?

- That's what he's afraid of.

- Yeah, just to prove him wrong.

- No, absolutely not.

- Now don't be a fool, Harold.

You know I don't need

a warrant to test you.

What do you want me to do,

arrest you for

failure to cooperate?

- I said no, John.

You going crazy

listening to this nigger?

- You the one that going crazy.

- Car three, what

the hell do you want?

- [Man] The Negroes

were just in here.

He took the sheriff over

to test Harold Turner

for powder burns.

- Holy shit.

Where are they?

They leave here yet?

- [Man] They already left.

- Curse, I could never get

over to Harold's in time.

Wait a second, wait a

second, let me see now.

Hold on now, hold on.

Alright I got it.

Now here's what we're gonna do.

(phone ringing)

- Mind if I answer the phone?

- Yeah, sure go ahead.

- Yeah, hello.

Hold on, hold on just

a second, alright.

I'd like to take this

in the other room.

Is that alright with you?

- Yeah, yeah.

- He's guilty as hell, Sheriff.

- Still find that

hard to believe.

- But did you see his

face when you asked

to take those tests

for the powder marks?

- Alright Sheriff,

I'm ready to be tested now.

But I'd like to do it downtown

where I can get me

a reliable witness.

Now get that lying

bastard outta here.

- Be a pleasure.

I hope you fry,

you son of a bitch.

- Alright, alright,

alright that's enough now.

Come on, come on, come on,

let's just get out in the car.

Come on, come on.

- What fucking gaw!

I'm gonna want him arrested

for giving false witness

to the police, Sheriff.

(funky music)

- Just keep moving,

no reason to get mad.

- [Myrick] Sheriff,

come in, Sheriff.

- Alright Myrick,

I'm here, what is it?

- [Myrick] I got

the killer cornered.

I need help.

- Where are you?

- [Myrick] The old power

plant on Smart Road.

- Alright now you take it easy.

I'll be right there, 10-4.

Harold, I got an emergency here.

Now you wait right

here, don't you leave.

Raymond listen, I can't

take you back to town.

Now you get back by

yourself, you hear me?

(funky music)

Myrick?

- It's me, Sheriff.

Nigger lover.

(gunfire pops)

(funky music)

- Come on, what

we gonna do here?

Look at that.

- Dealer pull the card.

- Price is going up.

- Going up, huh?

- Come on, come on.

- Now watch this.

I know I'm gonna

get me something.

Oh come, well, alright

now, deuces bet.

- Deuces bet, $1.

- Only a dollar?

- Only deuces.

I mean, what you

want for nothing?

- Well, there's your dollar.

There's two more.

- Oh!

- Diamond ace.

- Diamond ace in the hole.

- Oh, keep your mama

out of this, Ned.

- $3 to you, junior.

- [Junior] Fold.

- Fold?

To two deuces?

- [Junior] To $3.

- Oh come on now, fool.

What's $3 to you?

- [Junior] Nothing compared

to what I lost already.

- $3 to you, Ned.

- $3?

- Yeah.

- $3, right.

- Yeah.

- Oh let me see, I fold.

- [Raymond] What?

(laughing)

- [Junior] You jive turkey.

- Just you and me, cutthroat.

- Put your $2 in the pot.

Put your $2 in the pot.

- I'll see your damn $2.

- You boys better

get outta here.

The Ku Klux Klan

are looking for you.

- That's news.

- They're gonna come

directly for Raymond

and maybe you too.

- The sheriff won't be out here

looking for anybody

anytime, any place.

- The sheriff?

The sheriff is dead.

- Dead!

- What are you

talking about Rose?

- I just saw, Rose

how do you know that?

- I heard Turner talking

on the telephone.

- Then Turner must be the one.

- Right.

Killed the sheriff

- Or had him killed.

- [Junior] And he

can have us killed.

- You catching on and this

is gonna be the first place

they gonna come

looking for you, too.

- Hey Dig, this

isn't even a good

fixed defense for us.

We gonna have to get our of here

where we can go into

offense to them cats.

- Thank you.

(funky music)

- Nobody move.

Check out that back room.

- What you want, man?

- I want Raymond Moffat

and his two partners.

- They ain't here.

- I can see that, asshole.

Where are they?

- I don't know.

- I'm gonna have to

shoot you, nigger.

- Please sir,

Mr. Myrick, sir,

I don't know nothing.

- I oughta shoot you anyway.

Let's get out of here.

- We appreciate y'all

coming out here.

Awful glad as many of you

showed up as you could

and as you know by the drum,

we at war with the Ku Klux

Klan and we need y'all's help.

We don't want you to fight

for us or nothing like that

but we do want something

that's just as important.

We want you to provide

us with some intelligence

'cause you never know which

ones of them white folks

you working for

belongs to the klan.

You know who be like, in the

kitchen washing the dishes

while Miss Annie's

talking on the phone

or Irvin like when you

serving Mr. Frank them drinks

and he's sitting out

there on the back porch

talking to his friends.

You know his tongue

gets a little bit loose

and he's liable to say anything.

Just keep your ears open.

And then when you get

all that information,

just bring it all back to

me and I'm gonna see to it

that it gets put

to some good use.

'Cause the only way

we gonna be able

to know what they

doing and outsmart 'em

is if we keep our eyes

open and our ears open.

- Ace, Ace, this is Rose.

Old man Turner's still

got it in for them boys.

No, no, he don't know

where they at but Ace,

they gonna start some more

foolishness though, Ace.

- Like what?

- They gonna get

after the preacher.

- You know when?

- [Rose] This

evening after supper.

- How many?

- [Rose] Myrick,

Myrick and two more.

- Myrick and two more, huh?

Thanks Rose.

I'll just do

something about that.

- Now I don't care if we have

to beat this fool preacher

half to death.

He's gonna tell us where

them boys is hiding.

- It's gonna be a piece of cake.

- Just be careful

you don't kill him.

- Well, it ain't gonna

be nobody's loss.

- I'm beginning to

worry about the FBI.

There's enough dead already.

- FBI, won't they just

figure that Moffat done it?

- I reckon they'll figure

he killed the sheriff.

They'll know he didn't

do in his own preacher.

- Come on, let's go do it.

Be quiet now.

(suspenseful music)

(men grunting)

- They've got Winniford and

now Turner's disappeared.

I tell you, we gotta

be more careful.

I think I know how we

can get to that preacher.

Believe I might have to

make another little visit

to that boy down in nigger town.

- Get on the phone, boy.

Call your preacher.

You tell him ifren

he don't tell us

where them Maffot boys is hid,

I'm gonna blow your

nappy head off.

Move boy!

- That won't be

necessary, Mr. Myrick.

I knows where they at.

- You do?

Tell me, boy.

- They's down at old mad river

in a old barn.

- How do I get there?

- You take the dry road

out by Sutter Stove

'til you get to the end.

Then you got about a

mile, mile and a half

'fore you get to the barn.

- Thank you, boy.

You better be telling the truth

or we're gonna have your

black ass on a pole.

- Your ass on the God damn pole.

- Hey boy,

look at me.

Look at me, you slimy bastard.

Now what I want to know

is why you spreading around

here that we's communists?

- [Turner] Because it's true.

- Horse shit, Turner!

Winniford may be stupid

enough to believe that shit

but you don't believe it.

- It's a good way

to keep the white

population scared though,

isn't it, Turner and to

keep yourself elected?

- It's well known that

communist rebel rousers

go around the country--

- It's not well known.

It's well rumored

by cats like Turner.

Where in the hell

did you first hear

about communist rebel rousers?

From Turner?

And who's private

army did you fight in?

Turner's you stupid

son of a bitch.

Do you actually believe

that you can put on

evil spirit costumes

and call yourself

dragons and burn crosses

and all the darkies will

shake in their shoes

and afraid to fight

your white supremacy?

Well, these darkies are

about to do you in, mother.

- Harold, they--

- They're wrong, shut up.

Now look here, you are

dealing in kidnapping here,

plain and simple.

Now you think you can

get away with this?

- Hey, we've already

got away with it.

- Yeah, yeah for now.

Now look here, now I

can't promise nothing

but if you release us,

I'll do what I can.

- To have us dead.

You already killed the sheriff

so what the hell is

a couple of niggers?

You already killed one for fun.

- You'll be killed regardless.

- You too, white boy.

But first...

We gonna set fire

to this whole shack

and then we gonna nail

your balls to the floor

and then I'm gonna

give you a razor blade

and it's either cut or burn.

(laughs)

Burn baby.

(laughs)

Burn.

(laughs)

- Junior, they're here.

- [Junior] Alright, does

everybody know what to do?

(funky music)

- [Man] I'm lucky I got

up the hill in this thing.

- [Man] That's alright, scares

the hell out of the niggers.

(mysterious music)

(gunfire pops)

- What the hell you

doing, man, you missed?

- I didn't miss.

I shot the same one you did.

Hey assholes, we got

your pals in here.

You shoot and you kill 'em.

- Maybe we can flank 'em.

Take a couple of men

and move around to

that side of the house.

(beeping)

- There's three of them

coming up on our left flank.

Get ready.

- Get up.

Listen to me, you

make one more sound

and I'll blow your head off.

Now get up.

(explosions booming)

(frenzied music)

(clicking)

(yelling)

(gunfire pops)

- [Man] The niggers

is high tailing it.

(gunfire pops)

- [Man] We got him, move up.

- A little something

for old Myrick.

(snake hissing)

- What the fuck?

(ominous tones)

Good God, it's Leroy.

(gunfire pops)

- [Man] Snake!

(men exclaiming)

- You think we got 'em all?

(funky music)

- We got 'em all.

- Are you sure?

(funky music)

- Looks like I got the drop

on two murdering niggers.

Looks like they was

resisting arrest.

Looks like--

(gunfire pops)

- [Raymond] Die nigger.

(babbles)

- You better hurry now,

it's gonna be light soon.

Yeah and the Klan's gonna

be after you soon enough.

- Take care.

- You too, Ned.

See you, Junior.

(funky music)

♪ What are the facts, are

you sane are you mad ♪

♪ Does your daddy have

money at all, money at all ♪

♪ What are the facts

♪ Are you good, are you bad

♪ Do you think that

it matters at all ♪

♪ Matters at all

♪ Get off your high

horse and hear me ♪

♪ Should anyone be crucified

♪ Crucified

♪ Get off your high

horse and hear me ♪

♪ Can't you see it's suicide

♪ Suicide

♪ Can you tamper with

light like the tallow wax ♪

♪ Do you have the right,

do you have the right ♪

♪ Who are you to judge

a man's right to live ♪

♪ Can you snuff out

the candles of right ♪

♪ Get off your high

horse and hear me ♪

♪ Should anyone be

crucified, crucified ♪

♪ Get off your high horse

and hear me, hear me ♪

♪ Can't you see it's

suicide, suicide ♪

♪ Don't drag us down,

keep fooling around ♪

♪ Keep your distance,

don't start no fight ♪

♪ Start no fight

♪ You ain't our boss

♪ So lay down your cross

♪ Who was it that

gave you the right ♪

♪ Who gave you the right

♪ Get off your high horse

and hear me, hear me ♪

♪ Should anyone be

crucified, crucified ♪

♪ Get off your high horse

and hear me, hear me ♪

♪ Can't you see it's

suicide, suicide ♪

♪ Get on off

Brotherhood of Death (1976) - full transcript