Top of the Heap (1972) - full transcript
A Washington D.C. cop is proud to be one of the few African-Americans on the force. He is not well loved by his peers, or by people. Trouble erupts when he is overlooked for a promotion.
(crowd shouting)
- Look at that, looking good.
(sirens wailing)
(exciting music)
- Bullshit.
(funky music)
- Goddamn pigs.
(woman laughs)
- You gotta talk to Valerie.
You know where I
caught her today?
In Mr. Cecile's garage
with that Fernandez boy.
I don't even know what
to say to her anymore.
- Don't say anything.
- What do you mean
don't say anything?
You've gotta talk to her.
- What difference
does it make, Vi?
She's only 13 years old.
Besides, that little boy
can't even get a hard-on yet.
- George, Valerie is almost 14.
- Okay, okay, I'll
talk to her about it.
Look, I got something
important I wanna tell you.
- Well, that's important.
I mean, it is important
that I caught Valerie
screwing in the garage?
- Yes, Vi, but I don't wanna
talk about it right now.
- Valerie is getting
to be a problem.
- Bullshit.
Look, she's a
young, growing girl.
She's just trying to find out
what's happening
between her legs.
- Oh, why don't you cut it out?
You really don't care, do you?
- Of course I care, I
just don't wanna get
into a thing about it right now.
- All you care about is
putting on that damn uniform
and gun and playing
the big nigger cop.
Oh, I'm going to bed.
(dramatic tones)
You know what?
I'm gonna do just like you.
I'm not gonna care either.
- Hey, George.
- Tony.
- I just heard
about your mother.
- How old are you?
- [Tony] She's 12.
- Talk to Valerie.
- George, I hear they passed
over you again for sergeant.
- So what?
- Nothing, except that
they did some juggling
of the eligibility list.
And if they hadn't upgraded
Skullsworth the last minute,
and you know Skullsworth--
- Man, what the hell
are you talking about?
- Well, the next time
the exams come up,
they can't pass over you and me.
- Pellegrino, if you really
believe that those examinations
have anything to do with
you becoming a sergeant,
I mean if you
really believe that,
then, man, you deserve to eat
all they put on your table.
- What do you mean?
I wanna know what you mean.
Why won't you just come
out and say what you mean?
- Morning, Lattimer.
(funky music)
- Man, the natives
are active tonight.
- There's a full moon.
Only it's so goddamn hazy,
you can't hardly see it.
- Yeah.
- George.
- What?
- How much time
are you taking off?
- What?
- Captain Walsh told me about
your mother passing away.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
And if there's
anything I can do--
- Like what?
- I'm sorry.
- Sorry about what?
- What do you mean?
- What you so sorry about?
- All right, look,
I don't want to get
into any shit tonight.
- No, what you so
goddamn sorry about?
- Besides, I gotta buy
me some quick cash here.
(dreamy tones)
- Duplicate relay systems
charts read 203.1.
408.7.
205.1.
503.2.
207.3.
504.3.
(phone ringing)
- I'll get it.
Lattimer.
- [Operator] Your
mother is dead.
(somber music)
- Is anything wrong, George?
- It was a wrong number.
(funky music)
- Man, this fat bird
is looking good, Jim.
Here.
- You're dripping the
grease on the grass, baby.
- I don't drip no grease
on the grass, shit.
- Give us a squeeze, baby.
- Damn, man, look at that shit.
Oh, I hate to be
wasting shit every time
I try to get a little, then
I got to be wasting grapes
and shit all over this table.
I almost wasted that
jive in the blow.
This blow is really outta sight.
Mm.
Damn, man.
You know what I forgot to do?
I forgot to go down to the
unemployment office today,
you understand, and
pick up my unemployment.
(laughs)
I'm not jiving.
- How the hell you gonna
collect some unemployment,
baby, when you ain't
never had a J-O-B?
(dramatic music)
- Say, brother, what it is?
You gonna shoot us, man?
Or you gonna let us go?
You gonna bust us, man,
put us off in the joint?
Take away our freedom?
- Ain't got nothing but
some silly shit here, baby.
We ain't carrying nothing heavy.
Know what I mean, brother?
Just sitting here trying to make
a clean little
hustle, that's all.
- That's all, brother.
- High, digging
up on some sounds.
- Stand up.
- Man, what kinda shit is this?
- Jive-ass nigga.
- Move over.
Over there.
Move it!
Okay, now turn around and
put your hands on the wall.
- No, man, uh-uh.
Ain't gonna be no
days like that.
Now, if you shoot me, you're
gonna have to shoot me right
in my face, Mr. Black Pig.
- Nigger cop.
- He ain't mad at you, Ben.
He's trying to do his
job like anybody else.
- Pointing that
goddamn gun at us.
Is that your job, nigga, huh?
- Turn around and put your
goddamn hands on the wall.
- No.
No, goddammit.
You're a black-ass pig.
- Okay, move up
against the wall.
Come on.
- You ain't shit, man.
You ain't shit.
(tense militaristic music)
- God.
Okay, come on.
Come on.
Move it out, move it out.
- Damn funeral, all
the way to Alabama,
like going to some
foreign country.
Kill, kill, kill, kill.
(horn honking)
- [Viola] George.
Bobby's downstairs
waiting for you.
- Yeah, okay, alrighty.
- [Criminal
Voiceover] Black pig.
(George sighs)
- I ain't got time to eat.
Man, I don't know
why I'm working this
damn overtime anyway.
- 'Cause we need the money.
Oh, would you stop by Fred's
Market on the way home
and pick up a couple of
pounds of pigs' feet?
- Black pig.
- Yeah.
When did you start
buying this crap?
- I didn't buy that
stuff, you did.
- Did you call about my ticket?
- I'll pick it up today.
Oh, and I put your black
suit in the cleaners' too.
- It's too small, Vi.
- It's all you got.
- Be back home
about one o'clock.
- Oh, will you please
talk to Valerie tonight?
- Yeah, well I wanna know
exactly what happened
between her and that boy
before I say one word.
- Jesus Christ, what
the hell are you doing?
We're gonna be late.
Captain Walsh is gonna shit.
- Captain Walsh can
kiss my black ass.
Let's go.
- Oh boy.
- I didn't want this
damn overtime anyway.
- [Bobby] Nothing
wrong with a little OT.
Besides, I can use the bread.
- [George] Yeah.
(exciting music)
So, Julie wants more money, huh?
- Oh yeah.
- She wants more money.
- That's what the
thing is, you know?
That's what chicks are
all about, I guess.
Money, money, money.
- You'll never get it.
You'll never get it as a cop.
- I'm aware of that.
- What are you gonna do?
- That's what
overtime's all about.
- Never make it
with overtime, baby.
Take a bribe.
Take a bribe like
the big boys do.
- [Bobby] Who's
coming here today?
- [George] A couple of fat
guys from the War Department.
- [Bobby] What guys
from the War Department?
- [George] Davy Crockett
and the Lone Ranger.
(children shouting)
- [Bobby] What are
we doing out here?
- [George] Working overtime.
(dreamy tense music)
- [Walsh] Hello, Discovery I.
This is Russell Walsh, Houston.
Do you read me, Bobby?
Over.
- [Bobby] Loud and clear
as a bell, Houston.
- [Walsh] Okay, Bobby.
George, do you read me?
George, do you read me?
Over.
Discovery, this is Houston.
We're not getting any
signal from George.
Please recycle 214, over.
- [Bobby] Hello,
Houston, this is Bobby.
I'm looking for a place
to plant the flag.
It seems real soft here.
- [Walsh] Sure, just like
you had, Bobby, over.
- [Bobby] We landed
pretty close to a crater.
I'd like to explore it later
if we can fit it
into our timeline.
- [Walsh] Was that George, huh?
I can't make out
what you're saying.
You're fairly audible.
George.
- [George] Damn, it's
just a little ball hanging
in the middle of nowhere.
- [Walsh] Okay, Georgie, we
hear you loud and clear, over.
- [Bobby] Here it
is, the US flag.
- [Walsh] Do my eyes deceive me?
Is that flag upside down?
- [George] Hope they
remembered to put some film
in the camera.
- [Bobby] Okay, George, ready
to pose for my moon portrait.
- [George] Okay, move
over there, Bobby.
Let's get a good framing here.
Yeah, a little further
away, good, good.
Okay, now salute.
There you go.
Good, good.
Damn, Bobby, don't you
know how to salute yet?
- [Walsh] If you
guys are finished,
maybe we can get some rocks.
- [George] Okay.
Man, move over a little bit.
Yeah, closer, closer.
Good.
Good.
Okay.
Come on, Bobby,
stand up straight.
- [Bobby] Look what
the little lady sent us
in case we got hungry, huh?
(Bobby laughs)
Look at that.
- What you got there, man?
- It's a hot dog.
- [Walsh] Come on,
get on with it.
- [Bobby] What do I do?
Anybody looking, George?
- [Walsh] Yeah, me, I'm looking,
all the way from Houston.
- Here goes.
- Don't throw that crap
on the moon like that, Bobby.
Damn, Bobby, I can't take
you anywhere with me.
Come on, take my picture.
- [Walsh] Wow,
that's what we want.
- [Bobby] Hey, Houston,
what about that crater?
- [Walsh] Roger,
Bobby, if we have time.
George, George, this
is Russell Walsh,
when are we gonna hear from you?
Over.
- [Bobby] What's
the matter, George,
you're not talking
to them down there?
- [George] Oh come on,
just take the camera
and take my picture.
- [Bobby] Watch out
for the crater, George.
Don't go swimming.
- [George] Hey hey hey hey,
I'm falling, I'm falling.
- Watch out for the flag.
- [George] To hell with
the flag, man, I'm falling.
- [Walsh] What the
hell's going on up there?
- George, are you
all right, George?
- [George] Yeah yeah
yeah, I'm all right.
Get me up from here,
you maniac, dammit.
- [Walsh] Come on,
George, pick yourself up.
- Help.
I need some help out here.
- Get some foremen
in here right away.
Sons of bitches, they
messed it up again.
Can you believe it?
Everything okay?
Any injuries?
Make a notation, that the
flagpole should be redesigned
to withstand the shock
of a man falling.
- Sir.
- What?
- I don't have a pencil.
I don't have a pencil.
- You don't have a pencil?
George, how you been?
Look, the hose is standing by.
You better go and get
checked out right away.
It's been a long day, man.
Work here has been excellent.
Look, we'll check
this lot out later
after you fellas
have rested, huh?
What do you mean you
don't have a pencil?
You're my secretary.
You're supposed to take
important notes for me.
- Mother.
- Sorry.
Sorry.
- How come you snatched the
goddamn flagpole out of my hand?
- It was falling on
the ground, dirt.
- What?
- I'm sorry.
But don't worry, it
won't happen again
when it's the real thing.
- Bobby, this is the real thing.
(tense music)
- [Walsh] And again, I must say,
let me make one thing
perfectly clear...
- [Vendor] Nice to have our boys
serving the country like this.
- Hey, man, I'm gonna
go relax in the car.
- You can't do that,
Walsh is coming down here.
- Bobby, I can do any
goddamn thing I want.
(children shouting)
- I hear the exam for
sergeant's coming up again soon.
You gonna take it?
- No, man.
- Why not, what do
you got to lose?
You might get lucky.
You might hit it this time.
- Man, I don't wanna be
anybody's goddamn sergeant.
Not anymore.
- Come on, why don't
you play the game?
Maybe they're ready for you.
- Man, these people got
a lot to get together
before they're gonna
be ready for me.
Man, you know they don't
want us to make it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Look at those examinations.
- Yeah, I know, the
exams are full of crap.
- Yeah.
That asshole captain of
ours, how in the hell
did a dumb bastard like
him become a captain?
- Well, he knows how
to play the game.
He's got his nose
in the right place.
He knows how to kiss ass.
- No shit, now you hit the
nail right on top of the head.
You all right?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm okay.
- I'm going.
Hold up.
(dog barking)
(man shouts)
(dramatic tones)
Drop it.
You drop that knife.
- You got this under control?
- Yeah, I got it, you all right?
- Yeah, but the guy back
there's bleeding like a pig.
- Handcuff him.
(dramatic tones)
- You're gonna have
to kill me, nigga.
- Drop that knife, drop it.
(gun clicks)
Son of a bitch.
(door knocking)
♪ Who is it
- [George] Hey, girl,
it's me, it's George.
♪ What do you want
(door knocking)
♪ Who love you
- [George] Come on,
girl, open the door.
♪ Open the goddamn door
♪ Open the goddamn door
♪ Oh
- [George] Come on, girl,
open the door, shit.
Come on, girl, open up the door.
What the hell's the matter?
Come on, open the door.
Come on, girl, open up.
- Damn, baby, what
you doing here?
- How come you
didn't open the door?
- It's open.
Wide open.
Door to a whole new
world is wide open.
♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah,
ah ah ah, ah ah ah ♪
- What's the matter with
you, girl, you drunk?
You drunk?
♪ I am a drunk
♪ Drunk, drunk, drunk
- Move over.
♪ I, I
Do not smoke in bed.
Do not pass go.
Go to jail.
Go directly to jail.
♪ Go to jail, go to
jail, go to jail ♪
♪ Go directly to jail
♪ Oo, oo
- You been taking this crap?
Huh?
- You wanna take a crap?
Go right ahead, brother.
♪ The John is over there
♪ Yeah
♪ The John is over
(giggles)
- Didn't I tell you I
was coming by here today?
Huh?
- Is you coming by here today?
(giggles)
I gotta fix you a drink.
- I don't want no drink.
- No, you need a drink.
- I don't want a drink.
- Oh, well you're too uptight.
Just too uptight and I
gotta get your head right.
Just gotta get your head right.
- I didn't come here
to get no damn drink.
- Well, see, I'm gonna
fix you one anyway
'cause that is what you need
to get your head straight, see?
Now you just come over here
and just try a little bit
of this and you'll feel--
- I didn't come here to drink.
- Oh.
Hey, you wanna eat something?
- No.
- Oh well you see,
that's what you need.
You see, old funky Viola doesn't
cook the right kind
of food for you.
See, she doesn't cook good old
greens, ham hocks, cornbread,
the kinda food that make
your hair stand on end.
- Come here, girl.
I didn't come here to eat.
- What's your problem?
Wow.
- Look here, girl, you better
get your head together.
I'll call you
tonight at the club.
- Call me tonight at the club.
- Yeah.
Tell the man to fix that door.
Talk to you later.
♪ Fix the goddamn door
♪ Fix the goddamn door
- Hey, buddy, you only put
two nickels in the box.
- You talking to me?
- Yeah, the first boarder,
you owe me 30 cents.
- Hey, what you
talking about, chump?
I put 40 goddamn
cents in this box.
- Okay, I'm sorry, I
just made a mistake.
I thought maybe--
- You thought, you thought.
Don't think, chump, count.
Your ass always thinking.
You see that, brother?
Jive-ass bus driver even
trying to tell us what to do.
Ain't that a bitch?
Let me get him together.
That's why I got to
carry me a damn piece.
Blow some of you
smart chumps away.
Hey.
If I wasn't so damn tired,
I'd do the thing
right here and now.
I'm talking to you.
Hey, mother, you want
me to pull out my thing
and blow you a new hole?
Hey.
- What you got in your pocket?
- Nothing, brother.
You getting kinda
serious on me, ain't you?
- Turn around and put
your hands on the window.
- What?
- Turn around and put
your hands on the window.
- Damn, brother, you
the man or something?
I ain't got nothing in
here but a bottle of wine.
- Police, police.
Police.
- I told you, I told you
I didn't have nothing
but a bottle of wine.
I told you, didn't I?
And I tell you, I
didn't have nothing
but a bottle of goddamn wine.
- Hold it right there.
Drop the bag.
- Damn.
A goddamn bottle of wine.
- Turn around.
Turn around.
Spread 'em.
Spread 'em.
What have we got here?
You always carry a gun, my man?
- You look hard enough,
you'll see we're both wearing
the same goddamn badge.
- Turn around.
Turn around.
Open your coat.
- My ID's in the inside pocket.
- I'm sorry, man, it looked
like you were trying to...
- Well, next time, baby, you
better look before you leap.
You're gonna get yourself
in a whole lot of trouble.
- I'm sorry.
What can I say?
(blues music)
(tense tones)
(tribal music)
(screams)
(shouting in foreign language)
(funky music)
- [Dispatcher]
7-10, 20, 7-10, 20.
Phone the station.
- [Officer] 11-0,
turning, Roger, 11-0-93.
11-0-93, is 11 now 20.
- Cheap bastard.
About your mother, I--
- I asked Captain Walsh
not to say anything.
Big-bellied, bad
breath son of a bitch.
- I'll tell you something,
George, I'm glad he told me.
That's right, because
you wasn't gonna tell me
and I could see
something was wrong
and I didn't know--
- Bob, my man.
Thank you very
much for thinking.
But I'm fine, I'm just fine.
- Split?
- Man, you know I don't play
that cheap shit no more.
- Oh, Mr. Goody Two Shoes, huh?
Man, I ain't looking
to make nothing
on this goddamn
police department.
- Your ass.
- Here, take it for the funeral.
How much time you taking off?
- I'm not taking any.
Look, find a
restaurant along here,
let's get something to eat.
I'm hungry like a goddamn champ.
- Wait a minute, look
at this, look at this.
Huh?
Look at that, huh?
Hm?
Look at that.
Huh?
- Yeah, that bitch of yours
is good for
something, ain't she?
- Yeah, you leave my
old lady out of this.
She gives good head
and she makes a fantastic
meatball sandwich.
Mm.
- That's all you need?
- Damn right.
(ominous music)
- Valerie, how many times
do I got to tell you
to lock the front door?
As long as I'm here,
there's something I
wanna talk to you about.
Now, your mother was
telling me about you
and that Fernandez kid.
And I want the truth.
I wanna know what
happened in that garage.
Valerie, are you
listening to me?
- Yes, Daddy.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
I'm just tired.
- Tired from what?
- [Valerie] School.
- Did you take something?
- No, Daddy.
- What did you take?
What did you--
- Nothing.
- Give me that.
- Some pills.
(tense music)
- How many did you take?
Why?
Where'd you get 'em from?
- Two.
- Okay, I want you to
take your clothes off
and go to bed and go to sleep.
Pills.
Pills, why?
- What difference does it make?
You don't care what I do anyway.
Daddy.
I'm sorry.
(tense music)
(funky music)
- I'm gonna fix this
so you won't be dealing
for awhile, baby.
You need more,
baby, you need more?
- Black stinking nigger bastard.
You're gonna have to do
more than you're doing.
You think you won, nigger?
(dealer spits)
(cackles)
- Okay, mother.
- What the hell's the
matter with you, Lattimer?
Are you crazy or something?
You can't go around beating
up on a citizen like that.
- I can do any
goddamn thing I want.
- Like hell you can.
- He was pushing dope.
- So what?
Wasn't in my precinct.
Lattimer.
How's the hand?
- It's fine.
- Well, go and get
it checked out.
You need some time, take it,
take all the time you need.
You're a good cop, George.
Don't go louse everything up
just because your mother died.
You're looking for trouble,
Lattimer, you're gonna
find it, believe me.
Do you wanna get rid
of that goddamn badge?
You will.
We'll have it off of you.
- You see, I have this friend
who works at the White House
and his name is Richard
and he's a janitor
and I promised him,
he's a very good friend,
and I promised him that
if I made it to the Moon,
that I would name the lunar
module after him, Richard.
- Listen, one at a time, please.
You, sir.
- Yes, Captain Lattimer.
How were you selected to be one
of the first men
to go to the Moon?
- Well, I was in
desperate need of a job
and I got to the
unemployment office
and there was a bulletin
for Manpower Incorporated.
I filled out the application
and after that, it
was all very easy.
And I always liked
to fly anyway.
- What are the greatest fears
that come with
being an astronaut?
- Only one.
The very prominent
fear that maybe we
are not wanted out there
with our human debris.
- Captain Lattimer,
what has the training
for the flight been like?
- Isolation.
Isolation.
Sort of like waiting
at the mailbox
for your welfare check,
you know what I mean?
- [Female Reporter] What else?
- What else, what else,
reflections, reflections.
Double reflections.
It hurts your eyes,
sort of makes you blind.
- [Reporter] What do you
hope to find on the Moon?
- Some dirt and some rocks
and anything that'll tell
us about the Moon, you know?
- Captain Lattimer,
why do the scientists
need this information?
- Well, to be perfectly
honest, I don't know.
But I guess they know.
At least, I hope they know.
Do you suppose maybe
they don't know?
I mean, I don't know.
I know the other
astronauts don't know.
Do you know?
Do you know?
- Captain Lattimer.
- Yes?
- Soon, you'll be traveling
a quarter of a million miles
in space to reach the Moon,
what will you be doing in space?
I mean, what will you and your
fellow astronauts be thinking
about on your long, long
journey into outer space?
- What was that question again?
Look, I've been waiting
for 45 minutes and I--
- Someone will be
with you in a minute.
- Look, I just want
to get an X-ray.
Can't you call upstairs
and arrange it?
- I told you, you'll
have to wait your turn.
- Now wait a minute now--
- Now, you look here.
I've already told you twice.
But I'll see if
I can get someone
if you'll just bear with me.
(tense music)
(doctors chattering)
- It's okay, fellas, I'm the
flight director, Russell Walsh.
How is he?
- [Nurse] He's been
sleeping for the last hour.
- [Walsh] Oh, what
are his vital signs?
- [Nurse] Normal.
- I want an hourly check
made for the next 24 hours.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Walsh.
- George, how you feeling?
- Fine, fine, just fine.
- [Walsh] You gave
us all a scare, man.
- Just wanted to find out
whether or not you cared.
- The medical staff all agree
you did not sustain any
injuries whatsoever.
We still want you to stay
overnight for observations.
As far as we know, there's
been no leak to the press
about your accident and we'd
like to keep it that way.
- I bailed out of that limb.
At least one whole minute
before it exploded.
There was no indication of a
malfunction at the controls.
But I heard a voice.
- A voice?
- I heard a voice.
It kept saying to me,
"Get out of this machine.
"Get out of this machine."
- No kidding.
Well, let's just be
thankful you're not hurt
and the flight will
get off on schedule.
Meanwhile (chuckles)
you rest, huh?
Now, anything you want or
need, all you gotta do is ask.
Boy, I've gotta run.
Press briefing in 15 minutes.
I'll stop by and see you
first thing in the morning.
Oh and, George, please don't
fall out of bed, George.
I want to run for
Congress next year.
Bye, see you in the morning.
(whimsical tones)
- Nurse.
- Yes, sir?
- I was feeling a bit hungry.
I'd like to order
something to eat.
- Certainly, sir,
what would you like?
- A couple of apples.
Oranges.
Tomatoes.
Grapefruit.
Crackers.
Unsalted.
And some barbecue chicken.
- Barbecue chicken?
Will that be all, sir?
- I was had a little itch here.
- Yes, sir.
- Take off your
uniform, lieutenant.
- Yes, sir.
I have forgotten to
order your food, sir.
- I won't be needing
that food right now.
What's your name?
- Bulemay Swenson.
- Bulemay Swenson?
- Bulemay Swenson, yes.
- Forgotten country, lieutenant?
- [Swenson] No, sir,
forgotten Bulemay Swenson.
(tires screeching)
- What the hell are
you trying to do, huh?
What, are you trying to
kill me, you black bastard?
You know how fast
you were going?
You were going about 70 miles.
Don't shake your head
at me, you motherfucker.
Why don't you read
the goddamn signs?
35 miles an hour.
All your kind, you
just wanna kill people.
That's all it is.
You got no respect for no one.
Come on, come on, what,
are you afraid to
get out of the car?
Huh?
You want a little fight?
I'll give you a little fight.
All your kind, you
got no respect.
Just wanna kill people,
that's all it is.
What, are you a fucking cop?
Why didn't you tell me
you're a fucking cop?
I wouldn't have said
that shit to you
if I knew you were
a fucking cop.
I'm sorry, man, I apologize.
No, don't take that off.
Come on, I got a kid.
Come on, give me a break.
- You got about five seconds
to get that goddamn
car out of here.
- Right.
- Get it out of here.
- All right, okay,
I'm sorry, man.
How am I supposed to know?
I'm getting it out,
I'm getting it out.
It's stalled, the
son of a bitch.
- Move it.
- All right!
I didn't know you were
a goddamn cop, man.
Tim?
- Georgie.
Georgie, my boy.
- Watch that boy shit, old man.
- Oh listen, boy, if
you wasn't so damn big
and I wasn't so damn old,
I'd beat you right
down to your kneecaps.
Then I'd beat your
goddamn kneecaps.
- Okay, old man, you
win, you got the power.
- Georgie, Georgie, how are you?
- Fine, Tim, just
fine, how are you?
- Oh, so damn lonely, I
can hear my teeth decay.
Sit down, sit down, Georgie.
- What's the place like, Tim?
- Oh, it's just like any
other kind of prison.
But I suppose it's a lot
better than being all alone
out there in the world.
You and Walsh still at it?
- Yeah.
Same old crap.
Yeah.
Brought something for you.
All the way from Kentucky.
- Oh, Georgie, Georgie.
That is beautiful.
The only thing that makes
any damn sense at all.
Here, here, open it up so
I can take the poison off.
Now, that makes sense.
Here, clean your pipes, Georgie.
- No.
Can't do any drinking, Tim.
I got work tonight.
- Still on the graveyard, huh?
- Yeah.
It's easier.
You know what I mean.
- I know what you mean.
Oh, that's good bourbon.
Good bourbon.
- Hell, give me a drink.
Captain Walsh can walk
my goddamn beat tonight.
(Tim chuckles)
- It's not such
a bad place, Tim.
- Oh.
- What's there to do
around here all day?
- Oh, there's nothing to do.
All I can do is dream.
That's what happens you know,
Georgie, when you get old.
Nobody gives a shit about
the way you feel anymore.
- Yeah.
- I just wish I didn't have
to be so scared all the time.
When I was a young man, I
wasn't afraid of anything.
Hard to get used
to being scared.
Strange time of
life, getting old,
feeling useless, shriveling
up, growing smaller.
That's what happens, you know?
You grow smaller and smaller
until you're too
small for your body.
I wonder what all that means.
I wonder if it means
anything at all.
I just wish life didn't have
to be so goddamned
unpleasant at the end.
(dreamy tones)
For a minute, I thought
the bastards had found it.
Open it, Georgie.
It's yours, Georgie.
I want you to have it.
I got no use for it anymore.
Catherine bought it
for me a long time ago.
Long after I knew I couldn't
shoot a gun anymore.
Well anyway, I want
you to have it.
- I don't need it, Tim.
The one I'm carrying right
here is heavy enough.
- No, no, Georgie, I
want you to have it.
- I gotta go, Tim.
- No, no, no, don't,
don't, George.
Stay awhile longer.
- No, I gotta go, Tim.
I gotta work tonight.
- To hell with those sons of
bitches down at the precinct,
guardians of the people,
goddamn executioners.
35 years of my life I gave
to those sons of bitches.
Do you know what they
gave me, Georgie?
- A wooden plaque.
- Yeah, a cheap, wooden plaque.
It's not worth 35 years
of a man's life, is it?
Is it, Georgie?
- I gotta go.
- No.
- I gotta go.
(ominous tones)
(coughs)
- George.
The success of this
mission depends
upon the three of us together.
- Right.
- You've been at
it too long, Tim.
(upbeat music)
(alarm buzzing)
- George.
Come on, George.
Wake up, baby.
- [George] Who the
hell wants to wake up?
- 7:30.
Gotta get your nerves together.
Come on, baby, you
have to get up.
Your dear wife is expecting you.
Would you rather lay
here all day with me
instead of having to go
home to old funky Viola?
- Baby, I'd like to lay
here all the time with you.
All the time.
- Get your black ass up from
here and go home and go to bed.
- The hell are you doing?
- Just taking a
picture of my man.
- Here.
It's all right, it's not broken.
- George.
- What?
- I need about $15.
Can you let me have it?
- All I got is $12.25.
- Okay.
That's enough.
- Talk to you later.
- George.
George.
What are you sleeping
out here for?
Why don't you go
in there to bed?
- I wanted something cold.
- Oh, do you want me to
fix you something to eat?
- No, I'm not hungry.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- Why don't you go to bed?
You look tired.
- Yeah.
I guess I'll go.
- Oh.
I got everything ready
for in the morning.
Your ticket cost
$110 round trip.
And your black suit's
back from the cleaners'.
- I'm not going to
the funeral, Vi.
- George, you've gotta go
to your mother's funeral.
- I don't wanna go
all the way to Alabama
to be with a lot of sad people.
Singing and praising the lord
for all the fucking pain.
(ominous tones)
(wood crashing)
(patriotic music)
Hello.
Hello.
Where is everybody?
It's me, George Lattimer.
I've come back home.
You invited me here.
Is anybody here?
Answer me.
What's the matter
with you people?
Don't you realize that
I've walked on the Moon?
I've walked on the Moon.
What have you done, you,
you faceless mothers?
It's me, George Lattimer.
I just got back from
my trip to the Moon.
I was born right
here in this town,
right back up there
on Sugar Hill Road.
My dear old sweet
mama still lives...
Mama.
Mama.
Mama.
(George sobs)
I walked on the Moon, Mama.
I walked on the Moon.
(funky tribal music)
- You know, you should
have gone to the funeral.
- Vi, I'm going to quit my job.
- Nigger pig.
- Nigger cop.
- Mr. Goody Two Shoes.
- Pass over you.
- Black pig.
- Nigger.
- Damn, brother.
- My man.
- Some pills.
- Nigger bastard.
- Black bastard.
- You crazy.
- Come on.
Why don't you go to bed?
We'll talk about it later.
After you're over this thing.
- No, Vi, it's today.
Right now.
I'm never gonna put on
a cop's uniform again.
- George, you know
you're just upset
about your mother's
funeral and of everything.
- No.
No, it's a lot more
than just that.
I'm tired of having to
look at all the shit I see
every time I go out
there in the streets
with that gun
strapped to my hip.
I've been living that way
for 12 long-ass years.
I used to really think
I was gonna make it.
Yeah.
I had me some plans.
12 years as a flat-footed
cop, for what?
No more uniforms.
I ain't going out there to
fight the man's war no more.
- How can you just
not go to work?
You have a family and you've
got to think about your family.
- I'll make it.
I'll get another job.
- Doing what, George?
I want a home for us.
It takes money.
- Viola, don't you understand
that I don't give a fuck
about the money anymore?
Can't you see I'm trying
to change our lives?
Man, the old way is bullshit.
I don't wanna live
that way anymore.
Vi, I know people out there
who hate me because I'm a cop.
You know what that feels like?
I put on this uniform and I
go out there in the streets,
the people look at
me and they hate me.
- That's because you're
a mean, selfish man.
You don't give a damn
about nobody but yourself.
- Now, what the hell is
that supposed to mean?
- I got two children in there
that I have to take care of.
Oh, I know you don't
give a damn about 'em.
- I care about my kids.
You're goddamn wrong to say
I don't care about my kids.
- And if you leave them hanging
like you left me hanging
for 12 long years--
- Yeah, but I've been
taking pretty good care
of you too, haven't I?
Who in the hell you think has
been paying the
bills around here?
- I hope you pay for
every painful moment
you've ever given me.
- Viola, goddammit,
you can kiss my ass.
Man, you haven't listened
to not even one word
I said to you since
the day we met.
- George, you never said
anything worth listening to.
- Man, I'm getting
the flick outta here.
- You never said
anything, George.
Damn you, you never
said anything.
(ominous dreamy tones)
(dramatic percussive music)
(tires squealing)
- Fathers have died.
Mothers have been broken.
Babies have cried.
No man can be a slave.
No man can be a judge.
No man can justify the
taking of another man's life.
(ominous tones)
(percussive music)
(explosion booms)
♪ I said look at yourself
♪ And you can look at
others differently ♪
♪ By putting your hand in my
hand of the man from Galilee ♪
♪ Woo
♪ My mama taught
me how to pray ♪
♪ Before I reached
the age of seven ♪
♪ She said when I'm
down on my knees ♪
♪ That's when I'm
closest to heaven ♪
- [Patron] Who is that?
- Cop, pig.
♪ What he had to do
♪ But he showed
me enough before ♪
- Bourbon.
- Don't serve him
any more, okay?
♪ Put your hand in the hand
of the man who still water ♪
♪ He said
♪ Put your hand in the hand of
the man who calmed the sea ♪
♪ He said
♪ Dig on yourself and you
can dig another differently ♪
♪ By putting your hand in the
hand of the man from Galilee ♪
♪ Woo
♪ By putting your hand in the
hand of the man from Galilee ♪
♪ Yeah
♪ By putting your hand in the
hand of the man from Galilee ♪
♪ Yeah
♪ By putting your hand in the
hand of the man from Galilee ♪
♪ Come on
♪ By putting your hand in the
hand of the man from Galilee ♪
Yeah, that'll work out.
Okay, I'll see you guys
tonight at 9:30, okay?
Hey, baby.
- How you doing?
- Beautiful.
How you like my outfit?
- Yeah, it's nice.
- I'm gonna wear it tonight.
- Drink?
- Yeah.
- Baby, there's something
I wanna talk to you about.
I want you to go
somewhere with me.
- Go where?
- I wanna talk to
you about something.
- Oh, honey, I ain't done
nothing in two weeks.
Haven't worked out
in a long time.
- Where's your coat?
- It's over there by the door.
- Come on, let's get.
- Where you going, baby?
- I'm going somewhere
with George.
- Well, I don't pay you
to go out with George.
So where you going?
- She's going out with me.
- Listen, George, just
because you're the man
does not give you the
right to come in my joint
and take away my
help from their jobs.
- I can do any
goddamn thing I want.
(grunts)
Come on, baby.
- Come with me, George.
- Come on, you nigger pig.
(grunts)
(both grunting)
- [George] Nigger pig.
Nigger pig.
Nigger pig.
(thugs chuckling)
- No, let him go, let
him go, let him go.
(George panting)
- I told you, nigger, I can
do any goddamn thing I want.
Now, you want the cops?
The number's 444-1111.
Get your coat.
Away.
Far, far away.
- Far away where?
- Maybe I'll take you
with me to the Moon, huh?
- Where are we going right now?
What are you trying
to do, kill us?
Stop, slow down the car.
- Okay.
- You're not gonna kill me.
(both screaming)
Take me home.
- I am.
I thought that you
would go away with me.
- Go away where with you?
- I...
I...
Baby, I wanna get out
of this goddamn city.
- And do what?
And what are you
gonna do for money?
Look at me.
I don't have a job.
I don't have any money.
I don't have anything.
What about my career?
What about it?
Can you help me?
What can you do for me?
You don't have anything.
- Don't you understand
that I don't give a fuck
about the money anymore?
(tires screeching)
(exciting dramatic music)
(siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
(horn honking)
(tires screeching)
Get out.
- What?
George, don't, no,
don't make me, please.
I didn't mean what I said.
- Get out, get out.
Get out.
- Wait.
- Get out, get out.
- Wait, wait, wait.
George, George!
- [Child] Four score
and seven years ago,
our fathers brought forth upon
this continent a new nation,
conceived in liberty and
dedicated to the proposition
that all men are created equal.
- I pressed your uniform.
The cleaners didn't do
such a good job of it.
You want me to fix
you something to eat?
(ominous music)
- Um.
I need some money.
- Why don't you
stay home tonight?
- No.
I can't.
I'm okay.
I'm together.
I'll see you in the morning.
- What time is it?
- 3:35.
- It's quiet.
- Yeah, everybody's sleeping.
- I've been thinking
switching over to days.
Want some salad?
- Yeah.
Hey, man.
- Yeah?
- You know anything about
unidentified flying objects?
- You mean flying saucers?
- Yeah.
- Well, I know a lot of
people believe in them.
A lot of important people.
You believe in 'em?
- Yeah, I believe in 'em.
You?
- Yeah, why not?
- You think they trying
to come down here?
- I don't know.
- I don't know why the hell
they wanna come down here.
I tell you one thing though,
if they do come down here,
they better not land in
the good old U.S. of A.
- Yeah, why not?
- They'd get wiped out.
- Come on, what are
you talking about,
they'll get wiped out?
How do you know what they're
gonna bring with 'em?
They could have anything.
Laser beams, underwater
devices, invisible soldiers.
Get wiped out.
- Bobby, Bobby,
Bobby, look here.
America can wipe out anything.
- Hey, you hear that?
Don't come down here.
(Bobby laughs)
Don't come down here.
- Don't come down here.
- We got Richard
Nixon down here.
- We got Agnew,
the golfing giant.
- Don't come down here.
- Look here, come on,
let's take a little walk.
- I don't wanna walk.
I wanna sleep.
- Yeah.
I'll be back in 15.
- You got it.
- Yeah.
♪ One of these mornings
♪ I'm gonna take a vacation
♪ Yeah
♪ By a quiet
♪ Very peaceful shore
(humming)
(crowd cheering)
(triumphant music)
(triumphant music)
(gun fires)
(funky music)
♪ Why do we try to
make it better ♪
♪ Help me, what
does it get you ♪
♪ Why plant it
♪ It's only life, and
no one gets out alive ♪
♪ Who do they give the damn
♪ If you make it even
if they let you ♪
♪ Where would you go anyway
when you finally arrive ♪
♪ At the top of the heap
♪ Top of the heap
♪ With a hallelujah
♪ Oh the top of the heap
♪ Where a man can
have some glory ♪
♪ And the power to control
♪ That's the sad
part of the story ♪
♪ He's got to sell his soul
♪ Yeah
♪ Mm-Hmm
♪ The life is to feel out to
get you, one way or the other ♪
♪ One way or the other
♪ Freedom's just a word
♪ It gives you the
right to do wrong ♪
♪ Right to do wrong
♪ Love makes us pacify the hate
we take out on our brothers ♪
♪ Oh yeah
♪ Truth used to make up a
rule then follow along ♪
♪ At the top of the heap
♪ Top of the heap
♪ With a hallelujah
♪ At the top of the heap
♪ Where the man can
have some glory ♪
♪ And the power to control
♪ That's the sad
part of the story ♪
♪ He's got to sell his soul
♪ Yeah
♪ Oh yeah
♪ Mm-Hmm
♪ At the top of the heap
♪ Where men have
to sell his soul ♪
♪ There's no chance for living
- [George Voiceover]
I heard a voice.
It kept saying to me,
"Get out of this machine.
"Get out of this machine."
♪ No chance, no
chance, no chance ♪
♪ At the top of the heap, at
the top of the heap, yeah ♪
- Look at that, looking good.
(sirens wailing)
(exciting music)
- Bullshit.
(funky music)
- Goddamn pigs.
(woman laughs)
- You gotta talk to Valerie.
You know where I
caught her today?
In Mr. Cecile's garage
with that Fernandez boy.
I don't even know what
to say to her anymore.
- Don't say anything.
- What do you mean
don't say anything?
You've gotta talk to her.
- What difference
does it make, Vi?
She's only 13 years old.
Besides, that little boy
can't even get a hard-on yet.
- George, Valerie is almost 14.
- Okay, okay, I'll
talk to her about it.
Look, I got something
important I wanna tell you.
- Well, that's important.
I mean, it is important
that I caught Valerie
screwing in the garage?
- Yes, Vi, but I don't wanna
talk about it right now.
- Valerie is getting
to be a problem.
- Bullshit.
Look, she's a
young, growing girl.
She's just trying to find out
what's happening
between her legs.
- Oh, why don't you cut it out?
You really don't care, do you?
- Of course I care, I
just don't wanna get
into a thing about it right now.
- All you care about is
putting on that damn uniform
and gun and playing
the big nigger cop.
Oh, I'm going to bed.
(dramatic tones)
You know what?
I'm gonna do just like you.
I'm not gonna care either.
- Hey, George.
- Tony.
- I just heard
about your mother.
- How old are you?
- [Tony] She's 12.
- Talk to Valerie.
- George, I hear they passed
over you again for sergeant.
- So what?
- Nothing, except that
they did some juggling
of the eligibility list.
And if they hadn't upgraded
Skullsworth the last minute,
and you know Skullsworth--
- Man, what the hell
are you talking about?
- Well, the next time
the exams come up,
they can't pass over you and me.
- Pellegrino, if you really
believe that those examinations
have anything to do with
you becoming a sergeant,
I mean if you
really believe that,
then, man, you deserve to eat
all they put on your table.
- What do you mean?
I wanna know what you mean.
Why won't you just come
out and say what you mean?
- Morning, Lattimer.
(funky music)
- Man, the natives
are active tonight.
- There's a full moon.
Only it's so goddamn hazy,
you can't hardly see it.
- Yeah.
- George.
- What?
- How much time
are you taking off?
- What?
- Captain Walsh told me about
your mother passing away.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
And if there's
anything I can do--
- Like what?
- I'm sorry.
- Sorry about what?
- What do you mean?
- What you so sorry about?
- All right, look,
I don't want to get
into any shit tonight.
- No, what you so
goddamn sorry about?
- Besides, I gotta buy
me some quick cash here.
(dreamy tones)
- Duplicate relay systems
charts read 203.1.
408.7.
205.1.
503.2.
207.3.
504.3.
(phone ringing)
- I'll get it.
Lattimer.
- [Operator] Your
mother is dead.
(somber music)
- Is anything wrong, George?
- It was a wrong number.
(funky music)
- Man, this fat bird
is looking good, Jim.
Here.
- You're dripping the
grease on the grass, baby.
- I don't drip no grease
on the grass, shit.
- Give us a squeeze, baby.
- Damn, man, look at that shit.
Oh, I hate to be
wasting shit every time
I try to get a little, then
I got to be wasting grapes
and shit all over this table.
I almost wasted that
jive in the blow.
This blow is really outta sight.
Mm.
Damn, man.
You know what I forgot to do?
I forgot to go down to the
unemployment office today,
you understand, and
pick up my unemployment.
(laughs)
I'm not jiving.
- How the hell you gonna
collect some unemployment,
baby, when you ain't
never had a J-O-B?
(dramatic music)
- Say, brother, what it is?
You gonna shoot us, man?
Or you gonna let us go?
You gonna bust us, man,
put us off in the joint?
Take away our freedom?
- Ain't got nothing but
some silly shit here, baby.
We ain't carrying nothing heavy.
Know what I mean, brother?
Just sitting here trying to make
a clean little
hustle, that's all.
- That's all, brother.
- High, digging
up on some sounds.
- Stand up.
- Man, what kinda shit is this?
- Jive-ass nigga.
- Move over.
Over there.
Move it!
Okay, now turn around and
put your hands on the wall.
- No, man, uh-uh.
Ain't gonna be no
days like that.
Now, if you shoot me, you're
gonna have to shoot me right
in my face, Mr. Black Pig.
- Nigger cop.
- He ain't mad at you, Ben.
He's trying to do his
job like anybody else.
- Pointing that
goddamn gun at us.
Is that your job, nigga, huh?
- Turn around and put your
goddamn hands on the wall.
- No.
No, goddammit.
You're a black-ass pig.
- Okay, move up
against the wall.
Come on.
- You ain't shit, man.
You ain't shit.
(tense militaristic music)
- God.
Okay, come on.
Come on.
Move it out, move it out.
- Damn funeral, all
the way to Alabama,
like going to some
foreign country.
Kill, kill, kill, kill.
(horn honking)
- [Viola] George.
Bobby's downstairs
waiting for you.
- Yeah, okay, alrighty.
- [Criminal
Voiceover] Black pig.
(George sighs)
- I ain't got time to eat.
Man, I don't know
why I'm working this
damn overtime anyway.
- 'Cause we need the money.
Oh, would you stop by Fred's
Market on the way home
and pick up a couple of
pounds of pigs' feet?
- Black pig.
- Yeah.
When did you start
buying this crap?
- I didn't buy that
stuff, you did.
- Did you call about my ticket?
- I'll pick it up today.
Oh, and I put your black
suit in the cleaners' too.
- It's too small, Vi.
- It's all you got.
- Be back home
about one o'clock.
- Oh, will you please
talk to Valerie tonight?
- Yeah, well I wanna know
exactly what happened
between her and that boy
before I say one word.
- Jesus Christ, what
the hell are you doing?
We're gonna be late.
Captain Walsh is gonna shit.
- Captain Walsh can
kiss my black ass.
Let's go.
- Oh boy.
- I didn't want this
damn overtime anyway.
- [Bobby] Nothing
wrong with a little OT.
Besides, I can use the bread.
- [George] Yeah.
(exciting music)
So, Julie wants more money, huh?
- Oh yeah.
- She wants more money.
- That's what the
thing is, you know?
That's what chicks are
all about, I guess.
Money, money, money.
- You'll never get it.
You'll never get it as a cop.
- I'm aware of that.
- What are you gonna do?
- That's what
overtime's all about.
- Never make it
with overtime, baby.
Take a bribe.
Take a bribe like
the big boys do.
- [Bobby] Who's
coming here today?
- [George] A couple of fat
guys from the War Department.
- [Bobby] What guys
from the War Department?
- [George] Davy Crockett
and the Lone Ranger.
(children shouting)
- [Bobby] What are
we doing out here?
- [George] Working overtime.
(dreamy tense music)
- [Walsh] Hello, Discovery I.
This is Russell Walsh, Houston.
Do you read me, Bobby?
Over.
- [Bobby] Loud and clear
as a bell, Houston.
- [Walsh] Okay, Bobby.
George, do you read me?
George, do you read me?
Over.
Discovery, this is Houston.
We're not getting any
signal from George.
Please recycle 214, over.
- [Bobby] Hello,
Houston, this is Bobby.
I'm looking for a place
to plant the flag.
It seems real soft here.
- [Walsh] Sure, just like
you had, Bobby, over.
- [Bobby] We landed
pretty close to a crater.
I'd like to explore it later
if we can fit it
into our timeline.
- [Walsh] Was that George, huh?
I can't make out
what you're saying.
You're fairly audible.
George.
- [George] Damn, it's
just a little ball hanging
in the middle of nowhere.
- [Walsh] Okay, Georgie, we
hear you loud and clear, over.
- [Bobby] Here it
is, the US flag.
- [Walsh] Do my eyes deceive me?
Is that flag upside down?
- [George] Hope they
remembered to put some film
in the camera.
- [Bobby] Okay, George, ready
to pose for my moon portrait.
- [George] Okay, move
over there, Bobby.
Let's get a good framing here.
Yeah, a little further
away, good, good.
Okay, now salute.
There you go.
Good, good.
Damn, Bobby, don't you
know how to salute yet?
- [Walsh] If you
guys are finished,
maybe we can get some rocks.
- [George] Okay.
Man, move over a little bit.
Yeah, closer, closer.
Good.
Good.
Okay.
Come on, Bobby,
stand up straight.
- [Bobby] Look what
the little lady sent us
in case we got hungry, huh?
(Bobby laughs)
Look at that.
- What you got there, man?
- It's a hot dog.
- [Walsh] Come on,
get on with it.
- [Bobby] What do I do?
Anybody looking, George?
- [Walsh] Yeah, me, I'm looking,
all the way from Houston.
- Here goes.
- Don't throw that crap
on the moon like that, Bobby.
Damn, Bobby, I can't take
you anywhere with me.
Come on, take my picture.
- [Walsh] Wow,
that's what we want.
- [Bobby] Hey, Houston,
what about that crater?
- [Walsh] Roger,
Bobby, if we have time.
George, George, this
is Russell Walsh,
when are we gonna hear from you?
Over.
- [Bobby] What's
the matter, George,
you're not talking
to them down there?
- [George] Oh come on,
just take the camera
and take my picture.
- [Bobby] Watch out
for the crater, George.
Don't go swimming.
- [George] Hey hey hey hey,
I'm falling, I'm falling.
- Watch out for the flag.
- [George] To hell with
the flag, man, I'm falling.
- [Walsh] What the
hell's going on up there?
- George, are you
all right, George?
- [George] Yeah yeah
yeah, I'm all right.
Get me up from here,
you maniac, dammit.
- [Walsh] Come on,
George, pick yourself up.
- Help.
I need some help out here.
- Get some foremen
in here right away.
Sons of bitches, they
messed it up again.
Can you believe it?
Everything okay?
Any injuries?
Make a notation, that the
flagpole should be redesigned
to withstand the shock
of a man falling.
- Sir.
- What?
- I don't have a pencil.
I don't have a pencil.
- You don't have a pencil?
George, how you been?
Look, the hose is standing by.
You better go and get
checked out right away.
It's been a long day, man.
Work here has been excellent.
Look, we'll check
this lot out later
after you fellas
have rested, huh?
What do you mean you
don't have a pencil?
You're my secretary.
You're supposed to take
important notes for me.
- Mother.
- Sorry.
Sorry.
- How come you snatched the
goddamn flagpole out of my hand?
- It was falling on
the ground, dirt.
- What?
- I'm sorry.
But don't worry, it
won't happen again
when it's the real thing.
- Bobby, this is the real thing.
(tense music)
- [Walsh] And again, I must say,
let me make one thing
perfectly clear...
- [Vendor] Nice to have our boys
serving the country like this.
- Hey, man, I'm gonna
go relax in the car.
- You can't do that,
Walsh is coming down here.
- Bobby, I can do any
goddamn thing I want.
(children shouting)
- I hear the exam for
sergeant's coming up again soon.
You gonna take it?
- No, man.
- Why not, what do
you got to lose?
You might get lucky.
You might hit it this time.
- Man, I don't wanna be
anybody's goddamn sergeant.
Not anymore.
- Come on, why don't
you play the game?
Maybe they're ready for you.
- Man, these people got
a lot to get together
before they're gonna
be ready for me.
Man, you know they don't
want us to make it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Look at those examinations.
- Yeah, I know, the
exams are full of crap.
- Yeah.
That asshole captain of
ours, how in the hell
did a dumb bastard like
him become a captain?
- Well, he knows how
to play the game.
He's got his nose
in the right place.
He knows how to kiss ass.
- No shit, now you hit the
nail right on top of the head.
You all right?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm okay.
- I'm going.
Hold up.
(dog barking)
(man shouts)
(dramatic tones)
Drop it.
You drop that knife.
- You got this under control?
- Yeah, I got it, you all right?
- Yeah, but the guy back
there's bleeding like a pig.
- Handcuff him.
(dramatic tones)
- You're gonna have
to kill me, nigga.
- Drop that knife, drop it.
(gun clicks)
Son of a bitch.
(door knocking)
♪ Who is it
- [George] Hey, girl,
it's me, it's George.
♪ What do you want
(door knocking)
♪ Who love you
- [George] Come on,
girl, open the door.
♪ Open the goddamn door
♪ Open the goddamn door
♪ Oh
- [George] Come on, girl,
open the door, shit.
Come on, girl, open up the door.
What the hell's the matter?
Come on, open the door.
Come on, girl, open up.
- Damn, baby, what
you doing here?
- How come you
didn't open the door?
- It's open.
Wide open.
Door to a whole new
world is wide open.
♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah,
ah ah ah, ah ah ah ♪
- What's the matter with
you, girl, you drunk?
You drunk?
♪ I am a drunk
♪ Drunk, drunk, drunk
- Move over.
♪ I, I
Do not smoke in bed.
Do not pass go.
Go to jail.
Go directly to jail.
♪ Go to jail, go to
jail, go to jail ♪
♪ Go directly to jail
♪ Oo, oo
- You been taking this crap?
Huh?
- You wanna take a crap?
Go right ahead, brother.
♪ The John is over there
♪ Yeah
♪ The John is over
(giggles)
- Didn't I tell you I
was coming by here today?
Huh?
- Is you coming by here today?
(giggles)
I gotta fix you a drink.
- I don't want no drink.
- No, you need a drink.
- I don't want a drink.
- Oh, well you're too uptight.
Just too uptight and I
gotta get your head right.
Just gotta get your head right.
- I didn't come here
to get no damn drink.
- Well, see, I'm gonna
fix you one anyway
'cause that is what you need
to get your head straight, see?
Now you just come over here
and just try a little bit
of this and you'll feel--
- I didn't come here to drink.
- Oh.
Hey, you wanna eat something?
- No.
- Oh well you see,
that's what you need.
You see, old funky Viola doesn't
cook the right kind
of food for you.
See, she doesn't cook good old
greens, ham hocks, cornbread,
the kinda food that make
your hair stand on end.
- Come here, girl.
I didn't come here to eat.
- What's your problem?
Wow.
- Look here, girl, you better
get your head together.
I'll call you
tonight at the club.
- Call me tonight at the club.
- Yeah.
Tell the man to fix that door.
Talk to you later.
♪ Fix the goddamn door
♪ Fix the goddamn door
- Hey, buddy, you only put
two nickels in the box.
- You talking to me?
- Yeah, the first boarder,
you owe me 30 cents.
- Hey, what you
talking about, chump?
I put 40 goddamn
cents in this box.
- Okay, I'm sorry, I
just made a mistake.
I thought maybe--
- You thought, you thought.
Don't think, chump, count.
Your ass always thinking.
You see that, brother?
Jive-ass bus driver even
trying to tell us what to do.
Ain't that a bitch?
Let me get him together.
That's why I got to
carry me a damn piece.
Blow some of you
smart chumps away.
Hey.
If I wasn't so damn tired,
I'd do the thing
right here and now.
I'm talking to you.
Hey, mother, you want
me to pull out my thing
and blow you a new hole?
Hey.
- What you got in your pocket?
- Nothing, brother.
You getting kinda
serious on me, ain't you?
- Turn around and put
your hands on the window.
- What?
- Turn around and put
your hands on the window.
- Damn, brother, you
the man or something?
I ain't got nothing in
here but a bottle of wine.
- Police, police.
Police.
- I told you, I told you
I didn't have nothing
but a bottle of wine.
I told you, didn't I?
And I tell you, I
didn't have nothing
but a bottle of goddamn wine.
- Hold it right there.
Drop the bag.
- Damn.
A goddamn bottle of wine.
- Turn around.
Turn around.
Spread 'em.
Spread 'em.
What have we got here?
You always carry a gun, my man?
- You look hard enough,
you'll see we're both wearing
the same goddamn badge.
- Turn around.
Turn around.
Open your coat.
- My ID's in the inside pocket.
- I'm sorry, man, it looked
like you were trying to...
- Well, next time, baby, you
better look before you leap.
You're gonna get yourself
in a whole lot of trouble.
- I'm sorry.
What can I say?
(blues music)
(tense tones)
(tribal music)
(screams)
(shouting in foreign language)
(funky music)
- [Dispatcher]
7-10, 20, 7-10, 20.
Phone the station.
- [Officer] 11-0,
turning, Roger, 11-0-93.
11-0-93, is 11 now 20.
- Cheap bastard.
About your mother, I--
- I asked Captain Walsh
not to say anything.
Big-bellied, bad
breath son of a bitch.
- I'll tell you something,
George, I'm glad he told me.
That's right, because
you wasn't gonna tell me
and I could see
something was wrong
and I didn't know--
- Bob, my man.
Thank you very
much for thinking.
But I'm fine, I'm just fine.
- Split?
- Man, you know I don't play
that cheap shit no more.
- Oh, Mr. Goody Two Shoes, huh?
Man, I ain't looking
to make nothing
on this goddamn
police department.
- Your ass.
- Here, take it for the funeral.
How much time you taking off?
- I'm not taking any.
Look, find a
restaurant along here,
let's get something to eat.
I'm hungry like a goddamn champ.
- Wait a minute, look
at this, look at this.
Huh?
Look at that, huh?
Hm?
Look at that.
Huh?
- Yeah, that bitch of yours
is good for
something, ain't she?
- Yeah, you leave my
old lady out of this.
She gives good head
and she makes a fantastic
meatball sandwich.
Mm.
- That's all you need?
- Damn right.
(ominous music)
- Valerie, how many times
do I got to tell you
to lock the front door?
As long as I'm here,
there's something I
wanna talk to you about.
Now, your mother was
telling me about you
and that Fernandez kid.
And I want the truth.
I wanna know what
happened in that garage.
Valerie, are you
listening to me?
- Yes, Daddy.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
I'm just tired.
- Tired from what?
- [Valerie] School.
- Did you take something?
- No, Daddy.
- What did you take?
What did you--
- Nothing.
- Give me that.
- Some pills.
(tense music)
- How many did you take?
Why?
Where'd you get 'em from?
- Two.
- Okay, I want you to
take your clothes off
and go to bed and go to sleep.
Pills.
Pills, why?
- What difference does it make?
You don't care what I do anyway.
Daddy.
I'm sorry.
(tense music)
(funky music)
- I'm gonna fix this
so you won't be dealing
for awhile, baby.
You need more,
baby, you need more?
- Black stinking nigger bastard.
You're gonna have to do
more than you're doing.
You think you won, nigger?
(dealer spits)
(cackles)
- Okay, mother.
- What the hell's the
matter with you, Lattimer?
Are you crazy or something?
You can't go around beating
up on a citizen like that.
- I can do any
goddamn thing I want.
- Like hell you can.
- He was pushing dope.
- So what?
Wasn't in my precinct.
Lattimer.
How's the hand?
- It's fine.
- Well, go and get
it checked out.
You need some time, take it,
take all the time you need.
You're a good cop, George.
Don't go louse everything up
just because your mother died.
You're looking for trouble,
Lattimer, you're gonna
find it, believe me.
Do you wanna get rid
of that goddamn badge?
You will.
We'll have it off of you.
- You see, I have this friend
who works at the White House
and his name is Richard
and he's a janitor
and I promised him,
he's a very good friend,
and I promised him that
if I made it to the Moon,
that I would name the lunar
module after him, Richard.
- Listen, one at a time, please.
You, sir.
- Yes, Captain Lattimer.
How were you selected to be one
of the first men
to go to the Moon?
- Well, I was in
desperate need of a job
and I got to the
unemployment office
and there was a bulletin
for Manpower Incorporated.
I filled out the application
and after that, it
was all very easy.
And I always liked
to fly anyway.
- What are the greatest fears
that come with
being an astronaut?
- Only one.
The very prominent
fear that maybe we
are not wanted out there
with our human debris.
- Captain Lattimer,
what has the training
for the flight been like?
- Isolation.
Isolation.
Sort of like waiting
at the mailbox
for your welfare check,
you know what I mean?
- [Female Reporter] What else?
- What else, what else,
reflections, reflections.
Double reflections.
It hurts your eyes,
sort of makes you blind.
- [Reporter] What do you
hope to find on the Moon?
- Some dirt and some rocks
and anything that'll tell
us about the Moon, you know?
- Captain Lattimer,
why do the scientists
need this information?
- Well, to be perfectly
honest, I don't know.
But I guess they know.
At least, I hope they know.
Do you suppose maybe
they don't know?
I mean, I don't know.
I know the other
astronauts don't know.
Do you know?
Do you know?
- Captain Lattimer.
- Yes?
- Soon, you'll be traveling
a quarter of a million miles
in space to reach the Moon,
what will you be doing in space?
I mean, what will you and your
fellow astronauts be thinking
about on your long, long
journey into outer space?
- What was that question again?
Look, I've been waiting
for 45 minutes and I--
- Someone will be
with you in a minute.
- Look, I just want
to get an X-ray.
Can't you call upstairs
and arrange it?
- I told you, you'll
have to wait your turn.
- Now wait a minute now--
- Now, you look here.
I've already told you twice.
But I'll see if
I can get someone
if you'll just bear with me.
(tense music)
(doctors chattering)
- It's okay, fellas, I'm the
flight director, Russell Walsh.
How is he?
- [Nurse] He's been
sleeping for the last hour.
- [Walsh] Oh, what
are his vital signs?
- [Nurse] Normal.
- I want an hourly check
made for the next 24 hours.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Walsh.
- George, how you feeling?
- Fine, fine, just fine.
- [Walsh] You gave
us all a scare, man.
- Just wanted to find out
whether or not you cared.
- The medical staff all agree
you did not sustain any
injuries whatsoever.
We still want you to stay
overnight for observations.
As far as we know, there's
been no leak to the press
about your accident and we'd
like to keep it that way.
- I bailed out of that limb.
At least one whole minute
before it exploded.
There was no indication of a
malfunction at the controls.
But I heard a voice.
- A voice?
- I heard a voice.
It kept saying to me,
"Get out of this machine.
"Get out of this machine."
- No kidding.
Well, let's just be
thankful you're not hurt
and the flight will
get off on schedule.
Meanwhile (chuckles)
you rest, huh?
Now, anything you want or
need, all you gotta do is ask.
Boy, I've gotta run.
Press briefing in 15 minutes.
I'll stop by and see you
first thing in the morning.
Oh and, George, please don't
fall out of bed, George.
I want to run for
Congress next year.
Bye, see you in the morning.
(whimsical tones)
- Nurse.
- Yes, sir?
- I was feeling a bit hungry.
I'd like to order
something to eat.
- Certainly, sir,
what would you like?
- A couple of apples.
Oranges.
Tomatoes.
Grapefruit.
Crackers.
Unsalted.
And some barbecue chicken.
- Barbecue chicken?
Will that be all, sir?
- I was had a little itch here.
- Yes, sir.
- Take off your
uniform, lieutenant.
- Yes, sir.
I have forgotten to
order your food, sir.
- I won't be needing
that food right now.
What's your name?
- Bulemay Swenson.
- Bulemay Swenson?
- Bulemay Swenson, yes.
- Forgotten country, lieutenant?
- [Swenson] No, sir,
forgotten Bulemay Swenson.
(tires screeching)
- What the hell are
you trying to do, huh?
What, are you trying to
kill me, you black bastard?
You know how fast
you were going?
You were going about 70 miles.
Don't shake your head
at me, you motherfucker.
Why don't you read
the goddamn signs?
35 miles an hour.
All your kind, you
just wanna kill people.
That's all it is.
You got no respect for no one.
Come on, come on, what,
are you afraid to
get out of the car?
Huh?
You want a little fight?
I'll give you a little fight.
All your kind, you
got no respect.
Just wanna kill people,
that's all it is.
What, are you a fucking cop?
Why didn't you tell me
you're a fucking cop?
I wouldn't have said
that shit to you
if I knew you were
a fucking cop.
I'm sorry, man, I apologize.
No, don't take that off.
Come on, I got a kid.
Come on, give me a break.
- You got about five seconds
to get that goddamn
car out of here.
- Right.
- Get it out of here.
- All right, okay,
I'm sorry, man.
How am I supposed to know?
I'm getting it out,
I'm getting it out.
It's stalled, the
son of a bitch.
- Move it.
- All right!
I didn't know you were
a goddamn cop, man.
Tim?
- Georgie.
Georgie, my boy.
- Watch that boy shit, old man.
- Oh listen, boy, if
you wasn't so damn big
and I wasn't so damn old,
I'd beat you right
down to your kneecaps.
Then I'd beat your
goddamn kneecaps.
- Okay, old man, you
win, you got the power.
- Georgie, Georgie, how are you?
- Fine, Tim, just
fine, how are you?
- Oh, so damn lonely, I
can hear my teeth decay.
Sit down, sit down, Georgie.
- What's the place like, Tim?
- Oh, it's just like any
other kind of prison.
But I suppose it's a lot
better than being all alone
out there in the world.
You and Walsh still at it?
- Yeah.
Same old crap.
Yeah.
Brought something for you.
All the way from Kentucky.
- Oh, Georgie, Georgie.
That is beautiful.
The only thing that makes
any damn sense at all.
Here, here, open it up so
I can take the poison off.
Now, that makes sense.
Here, clean your pipes, Georgie.
- No.
Can't do any drinking, Tim.
I got work tonight.
- Still on the graveyard, huh?
- Yeah.
It's easier.
You know what I mean.
- I know what you mean.
Oh, that's good bourbon.
Good bourbon.
- Hell, give me a drink.
Captain Walsh can walk
my goddamn beat tonight.
(Tim chuckles)
- It's not such
a bad place, Tim.
- Oh.
- What's there to do
around here all day?
- Oh, there's nothing to do.
All I can do is dream.
That's what happens you know,
Georgie, when you get old.
Nobody gives a shit about
the way you feel anymore.
- Yeah.
- I just wish I didn't have
to be so scared all the time.
When I was a young man, I
wasn't afraid of anything.
Hard to get used
to being scared.
Strange time of
life, getting old,
feeling useless, shriveling
up, growing smaller.
That's what happens, you know?
You grow smaller and smaller
until you're too
small for your body.
I wonder what all that means.
I wonder if it means
anything at all.
I just wish life didn't have
to be so goddamned
unpleasant at the end.
(dreamy tones)
For a minute, I thought
the bastards had found it.
Open it, Georgie.
It's yours, Georgie.
I want you to have it.
I got no use for it anymore.
Catherine bought it
for me a long time ago.
Long after I knew I couldn't
shoot a gun anymore.
Well anyway, I want
you to have it.
- I don't need it, Tim.
The one I'm carrying right
here is heavy enough.
- No, no, Georgie, I
want you to have it.
- I gotta go, Tim.
- No, no, no, don't,
don't, George.
Stay awhile longer.
- No, I gotta go, Tim.
I gotta work tonight.
- To hell with those sons of
bitches down at the precinct,
guardians of the people,
goddamn executioners.
35 years of my life I gave
to those sons of bitches.
Do you know what they
gave me, Georgie?
- A wooden plaque.
- Yeah, a cheap, wooden plaque.
It's not worth 35 years
of a man's life, is it?
Is it, Georgie?
- I gotta go.
- No.
- I gotta go.
(ominous tones)
(coughs)
- George.
The success of this
mission depends
upon the three of us together.
- Right.
- You've been at
it too long, Tim.
(upbeat music)
(alarm buzzing)
- George.
Come on, George.
Wake up, baby.
- [George] Who the
hell wants to wake up?
- 7:30.
Gotta get your nerves together.
Come on, baby, you
have to get up.
Your dear wife is expecting you.
Would you rather lay
here all day with me
instead of having to go
home to old funky Viola?
- Baby, I'd like to lay
here all the time with you.
All the time.
- Get your black ass up from
here and go home and go to bed.
- The hell are you doing?
- Just taking a
picture of my man.
- Here.
It's all right, it's not broken.
- George.
- What?
- I need about $15.
Can you let me have it?
- All I got is $12.25.
- Okay.
That's enough.
- Talk to you later.
- George.
George.
What are you sleeping
out here for?
Why don't you go
in there to bed?
- I wanted something cold.
- Oh, do you want me to
fix you something to eat?
- No, I'm not hungry.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- Why don't you go to bed?
You look tired.
- Yeah.
I guess I'll go.
- Oh.
I got everything ready
for in the morning.
Your ticket cost
$110 round trip.
And your black suit's
back from the cleaners'.
- I'm not going to
the funeral, Vi.
- George, you've gotta go
to your mother's funeral.
- I don't wanna go
all the way to Alabama
to be with a lot of sad people.
Singing and praising the lord
for all the fucking pain.
(ominous tones)
(wood crashing)
(patriotic music)
Hello.
Hello.
Where is everybody?
It's me, George Lattimer.
I've come back home.
You invited me here.
Is anybody here?
Answer me.
What's the matter
with you people?
Don't you realize that
I've walked on the Moon?
I've walked on the Moon.
What have you done, you,
you faceless mothers?
It's me, George Lattimer.
I just got back from
my trip to the Moon.
I was born right
here in this town,
right back up there
on Sugar Hill Road.
My dear old sweet
mama still lives...
Mama.
Mama.
Mama.
(George sobs)
I walked on the Moon, Mama.
I walked on the Moon.
(funky tribal music)
- You know, you should
have gone to the funeral.
- Vi, I'm going to quit my job.
- Nigger pig.
- Nigger cop.
- Mr. Goody Two Shoes.
- Pass over you.
- Black pig.
- Nigger.
- Damn, brother.
- My man.
- Some pills.
- Nigger bastard.
- Black bastard.
- You crazy.
- Come on.
Why don't you go to bed?
We'll talk about it later.
After you're over this thing.
- No, Vi, it's today.
Right now.
I'm never gonna put on
a cop's uniform again.
- George, you know
you're just upset
about your mother's
funeral and of everything.
- No.
No, it's a lot more
than just that.
I'm tired of having to
look at all the shit I see
every time I go out
there in the streets
with that gun
strapped to my hip.
I've been living that way
for 12 long-ass years.
I used to really think
I was gonna make it.
Yeah.
I had me some plans.
12 years as a flat-footed
cop, for what?
No more uniforms.
I ain't going out there to
fight the man's war no more.
- How can you just
not go to work?
You have a family and you've
got to think about your family.
- I'll make it.
I'll get another job.
- Doing what, George?
I want a home for us.
It takes money.
- Viola, don't you understand
that I don't give a fuck
about the money anymore?
Can't you see I'm trying
to change our lives?
Man, the old way is bullshit.
I don't wanna live
that way anymore.
Vi, I know people out there
who hate me because I'm a cop.
You know what that feels like?
I put on this uniform and I
go out there in the streets,
the people look at
me and they hate me.
- That's because you're
a mean, selfish man.
You don't give a damn
about nobody but yourself.
- Now, what the hell is
that supposed to mean?
- I got two children in there
that I have to take care of.
Oh, I know you don't
give a damn about 'em.
- I care about my kids.
You're goddamn wrong to say
I don't care about my kids.
- And if you leave them hanging
like you left me hanging
for 12 long years--
- Yeah, but I've been
taking pretty good care
of you too, haven't I?
Who in the hell you think has
been paying the
bills around here?
- I hope you pay for
every painful moment
you've ever given me.
- Viola, goddammit,
you can kiss my ass.
Man, you haven't listened
to not even one word
I said to you since
the day we met.
- George, you never said
anything worth listening to.
- Man, I'm getting
the flick outta here.
- You never said
anything, George.
Damn you, you never
said anything.
(ominous dreamy tones)
(dramatic percussive music)
(tires squealing)
- Fathers have died.
Mothers have been broken.
Babies have cried.
No man can be a slave.
No man can be a judge.
No man can justify the
taking of another man's life.
(ominous tones)
(percussive music)
(explosion booms)
♪ I said look at yourself
♪ And you can look at
others differently ♪
♪ By putting your hand in my
hand of the man from Galilee ♪
♪ Woo
♪ My mama taught
me how to pray ♪
♪ Before I reached
the age of seven ♪
♪ She said when I'm
down on my knees ♪
♪ That's when I'm
closest to heaven ♪
- [Patron] Who is that?
- Cop, pig.
♪ What he had to do
♪ But he showed
me enough before ♪
- Bourbon.
- Don't serve him
any more, okay?
♪ Put your hand in the hand
of the man who still water ♪
♪ He said
♪ Put your hand in the hand of
the man who calmed the sea ♪
♪ He said
♪ Dig on yourself and you
can dig another differently ♪
♪ By putting your hand in the
hand of the man from Galilee ♪
♪ Woo
♪ By putting your hand in the
hand of the man from Galilee ♪
♪ Yeah
♪ By putting your hand in the
hand of the man from Galilee ♪
♪ Yeah
♪ By putting your hand in the
hand of the man from Galilee ♪
♪ Come on
♪ By putting your hand in the
hand of the man from Galilee ♪
Yeah, that'll work out.
Okay, I'll see you guys
tonight at 9:30, okay?
Hey, baby.
- How you doing?
- Beautiful.
How you like my outfit?
- Yeah, it's nice.
- I'm gonna wear it tonight.
- Drink?
- Yeah.
- Baby, there's something
I wanna talk to you about.
I want you to go
somewhere with me.
- Go where?
- I wanna talk to
you about something.
- Oh, honey, I ain't done
nothing in two weeks.
Haven't worked out
in a long time.
- Where's your coat?
- It's over there by the door.
- Come on, let's get.
- Where you going, baby?
- I'm going somewhere
with George.
- Well, I don't pay you
to go out with George.
So where you going?
- She's going out with me.
- Listen, George, just
because you're the man
does not give you the
right to come in my joint
and take away my
help from their jobs.
- I can do any
goddamn thing I want.
(grunts)
Come on, baby.
- Come with me, George.
- Come on, you nigger pig.
(grunts)
(both grunting)
- [George] Nigger pig.
Nigger pig.
Nigger pig.
(thugs chuckling)
- No, let him go, let
him go, let him go.
(George panting)
- I told you, nigger, I can
do any goddamn thing I want.
Now, you want the cops?
The number's 444-1111.
Get your coat.
Away.
Far, far away.
- Far away where?
- Maybe I'll take you
with me to the Moon, huh?
- Where are we going right now?
What are you trying
to do, kill us?
Stop, slow down the car.
- Okay.
- You're not gonna kill me.
(both screaming)
Take me home.
- I am.
I thought that you
would go away with me.
- Go away where with you?
- I...
I...
Baby, I wanna get out
of this goddamn city.
- And do what?
And what are you
gonna do for money?
Look at me.
I don't have a job.
I don't have any money.
I don't have anything.
What about my career?
What about it?
Can you help me?
What can you do for me?
You don't have anything.
- Don't you understand
that I don't give a fuck
about the money anymore?
(tires screeching)
(exciting dramatic music)
(siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
(horn honking)
(tires screeching)
Get out.
- What?
George, don't, no,
don't make me, please.
I didn't mean what I said.
- Get out, get out.
Get out.
- Wait.
- Get out, get out.
- Wait, wait, wait.
George, George!
- [Child] Four score
and seven years ago,
our fathers brought forth upon
this continent a new nation,
conceived in liberty and
dedicated to the proposition
that all men are created equal.
- I pressed your uniform.
The cleaners didn't do
such a good job of it.
You want me to fix
you something to eat?
(ominous music)
- Um.
I need some money.
- Why don't you
stay home tonight?
- No.
I can't.
I'm okay.
I'm together.
I'll see you in the morning.
- What time is it?
- 3:35.
- It's quiet.
- Yeah, everybody's sleeping.
- I've been thinking
switching over to days.
Want some salad?
- Yeah.
Hey, man.
- Yeah?
- You know anything about
unidentified flying objects?
- You mean flying saucers?
- Yeah.
- Well, I know a lot of
people believe in them.
A lot of important people.
You believe in 'em?
- Yeah, I believe in 'em.
You?
- Yeah, why not?
- You think they trying
to come down here?
- I don't know.
- I don't know why the hell
they wanna come down here.
I tell you one thing though,
if they do come down here,
they better not land in
the good old U.S. of A.
- Yeah, why not?
- They'd get wiped out.
- Come on, what are
you talking about,
they'll get wiped out?
How do you know what they're
gonna bring with 'em?
They could have anything.
Laser beams, underwater
devices, invisible soldiers.
Get wiped out.
- Bobby, Bobby,
Bobby, look here.
America can wipe out anything.
- Hey, you hear that?
Don't come down here.
(Bobby laughs)
Don't come down here.
- Don't come down here.
- We got Richard
Nixon down here.
- We got Agnew,
the golfing giant.
- Don't come down here.
- Look here, come on,
let's take a little walk.
- I don't wanna walk.
I wanna sleep.
- Yeah.
I'll be back in 15.
- You got it.
- Yeah.
♪ One of these mornings
♪ I'm gonna take a vacation
♪ Yeah
♪ By a quiet
♪ Very peaceful shore
(humming)
(crowd cheering)
(triumphant music)
(triumphant music)
(gun fires)
(funky music)
♪ Why do we try to
make it better ♪
♪ Help me, what
does it get you ♪
♪ Why plant it
♪ It's only life, and
no one gets out alive ♪
♪ Who do they give the damn
♪ If you make it even
if they let you ♪
♪ Where would you go anyway
when you finally arrive ♪
♪ At the top of the heap
♪ Top of the heap
♪ With a hallelujah
♪ Oh the top of the heap
♪ Where a man can
have some glory ♪
♪ And the power to control
♪ That's the sad
part of the story ♪
♪ He's got to sell his soul
♪ Yeah
♪ Mm-Hmm
♪ The life is to feel out to
get you, one way or the other ♪
♪ One way or the other
♪ Freedom's just a word
♪ It gives you the
right to do wrong ♪
♪ Right to do wrong
♪ Love makes us pacify the hate
we take out on our brothers ♪
♪ Oh yeah
♪ Truth used to make up a
rule then follow along ♪
♪ At the top of the heap
♪ Top of the heap
♪ With a hallelujah
♪ At the top of the heap
♪ Where the man can
have some glory ♪
♪ And the power to control
♪ That's the sad
part of the story ♪
♪ He's got to sell his soul
♪ Yeah
♪ Oh yeah
♪ Mm-Hmm
♪ At the top of the heap
♪ Where men have
to sell his soul ♪
♪ There's no chance for living
- [George Voiceover]
I heard a voice.
It kept saying to me,
"Get out of this machine.
"Get out of this machine."
♪ No chance, no
chance, no chance ♪
♪ At the top of the heap, at
the top of the heap, yeah ♪