Dear White People (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Chapter X - full transcript

[Troy] How are you gonna feel
when AP is gone

and it's your fault?

Troy, people have tried that before.

It didn't happen then,
and it won't happen now.

And I will not be bought.

Fine.

But I'm gonna fight you on this.

Bring it.

[door closes]

[narrator] Samantha White...

on the eve of the biggest moment
of her political career at Winchester,



and yet there was only one thing
on her mind...

Gabe Mitchell.

He prided himself
on always doing the right thing.

But for once,
he had no idea what that was.

-[ringing]
-[cell phone vibrating]

[beeps]

[cell phone vibrating]

[narrator] Reggie Green...

finally at the center
of a grand call to action,

and yet he can't even get
his calls returned.

Lionel Higgins,
though he's used to feeling small...

-Yo.
-Hey, just making sure

I'm good to stop by today for the article.

-Yeah, sure.
-[Coco] Are you fucking kidding me?



What was that?

...today, he's on the verge
of something big.

Drama. See you in a bit.

-That's a relationship.
-That's a delusion.

[narrator] Coco Conners
and Troy Fairbanks--

they could have been big,

but with their town hall
and its impending protest,

one thing remained out of reach-- unity.

[Run the Jewels' "Legend Has It" playing]

[bird cawing]

♪ Hear what I say
We are the business today ♪

♪ Fuck shit is finished today... ♪

All right, y'all, up next, as promised,

the man whose personal tragedy
led us all to protest--

Mr. Reggie Green.

♪ Doctors of death
Curing our patients of breath... ♪

So I'm just gonna read my poem...

if that's cool.

Sam? That cool?

Sounds great. Um, I'll be right back.

Is there a button I'm supposed to push
or something?

-[door opens]
-Bitch, you got a Super Plus?

Aunt Flo is in town,
and she brought all her kids.

Oh! Hey, Reg.

What you doing here?

Supposed to be a guest on this show,

but Sam just left me hanging.

She does that.

Here, let me help you.

-Sorry.
-Yeah.

Uh, so this fades the music down,

and that's your mic.

Okay.

[Reggie clears throat]

Uh, this is Reggie Green...

and here's something that I wrote.

We hold these truths to be self-evident,

that all men are created equal...

that they are endowed
by their creator

with certain unalienable rights...

He's here promoting the protest.

Yeah, of course he is.

[sighs] I really don't know
why I came here.

I'm really glad you did.

I've been calling you.

Yeah, I know.

I didn't really want to talk,

but I heard your voice on the radio,

and...

Fuck, Sam.

You did the right thing...

the night of the party.

It wasn't fair the way we treated you.

I should have said something.

White skin, light-skinned,

but for me not the right skin.

I have never...

said "I love you" to...

anyone before you.

And I know I'm not good
at any of this stuff,

but I want to be.

Why'd you sleep with him?

[stammers] I really tried
to convince myself that you didn't.

But I know you did.

I just-- I just want to know why.

We shouldn't have done that.

I needed to know for sure what I wanted.

Well, that's a hell of a litmus test.

Gabe, I love you.

[Sam] I want this.

Do you?

I don't know.

I shouldn't have come here.

Gabe.

[Reggie] Nothing self-evident about it.

Thanks.

Hope to see y'all at the protest.

[Joelle] Reggie, that was so powerful.

I have a good feeling about tonight.

-I really do.
-[Reggie] I hope you're right.

I'm sorry.

All good...

thanks to Joelle.

I finished him off--

um, helped him.

I'm gonna stop talking now.
My mouth is broken.

What was that?

What do you think?

Thanks for dropping by, Reggie.

[sniffles]

Ay.

You good?

Say something funny and specific.

Is it just me, or is Drake's entire career

a response to that episode of Degrassi

when he was in the wheelchair
and couldn't get it up?

Yeah, we get it, Drake. You fucks.

[both laugh]

What am I doing, Jo?

What did you do, Sam?

[knocks on glass]

Am I late?

This isn't another Troy article, right?

Am I the villain
in another article about Troy?

No, it's an obligatory,
just-the-facts report

on the town hall.

I wanted your perspective.

So your protest is just a few hours away.

What are your objections to the town hall?

Have you been to a Winchester town hall?

They're so regimented
even Kim Jong-un is like,

"Guys, chill. Let somebody talk."

But we can't be swept
under the rug this time.

I don't care what bullshit Troy and Coco
are peddling for the dean.

What do you mean by that?

Um...

Off the record.

They came in here talking
about some big donors

trying to break up AP
if I go through with the protest.

-Whoa.
-Yeah.

But that's nothing new.

The minute black kids sit together
in the cafeteria,

white folks cry self-segregation.

Never mind that white people
have always sat together and always will.

I'm going through with this, Lionel.

I have to.

I can't let everybody down.

You won't.

You have the guts to say
what needs to be said.

Something I can never seem to do.

Who led a group of AP kids over
to bust up a blackface party?

You're braver than you think.

The Hancocks?

Students don't get to meet the Hancocks.

This is the inner, inner circle.

[Lionel] The Hancocks are into
a whole lot of hooey.

Say "shit" just once.

It seems benign, but they fund cases

that are against affirmative action,

against voter rights
for minorities, against--

Lionel, this wasn't your assignment.

This is bigger than my assignment.

The administration is in bed with bigots.

Look at this.

Every year the Hancocks give ten million--

The Hancocks are absolutely off-limits.

Why?

This is the Independent.

We can go after whoever we want.

This paper is independent of Winchester

because it's paid for
by its founders, the Hancocks.

Just once can you focus
on the story I assigned you?

[Lionel] Fine.

I'll see you at the town hall.

How about "fuck"? Can you say "fuck"?

No.

[bell tolling]

Hey.

Where do the town hall guests enter?

Side entrance.

Coco, you're here?

Am I supposed to be home, devastated?

Oh, you know what?

I'm fresh out of fucks to give.

-Do you have any fucks?
-No fucks here.

-Do you have any fucks?
-[all] No.

-Do you have any fucks?
-No, ma'am.

Troy, we are all out of fucks.

I have gum, though.

So this is how they want us
to run this, guys--

Troy, I started already,

because you were late.

As the students file in,

try to identify the ones

with likely harmless questions.

Troy will make sure those are
the only ones who get the mic.

I'll cut us off after 30 minutes.

The dean will protest
and act like he could go all night,

and then I'll allow one more question.

It works every time. [chuckles]

So we're gonna silence our own?

Listen, guys, I know
that this doesn't sound pretty,

but this is how real change begins,

slowly from within.

Now, I know it feels like
the protesters out there are brave.

Believe me, it is easy

to scream into the night.

I don't even know what to say.

I don't need your permission
to take my time.

I'm taking my time.

Okay, you're arguing with a phone.

Just don't respond.

Or maybe a quick response like,
"Okay, thanks."

Or a one-word response.

Or even one letter.

"K" with a period.

Guys don't say "K."

"K," I'm gonna say...

[clamoring]

[Joelle] Those goddamn ellipses
are some bullshit.

My blood pressure is sky high.

That's all them nuggets and McRibs.

Fuck.

I don't know what to say.

All I know is that she's
the only girl I've ever loved.

Then go to her.

But she slept with him.

You're right. Tell her to kick rocks.

But am I ready to just let go what we had?

I can't say all that in a text message.

Go to her?

You're right, I should. Thank you, Milo.

Anytime.

[chattering]

[whispering]

[protestors shouting]

All right, what's the situation outside?

I know there's a lot riding
on quelling the protest.

I tried to talk to Sam.

But he failed and then gave up.

Come on, you know what's at stake.

I pieced together

what the Hancocks want out of this.

Troy...

I'm sure there's
something else you can do.

[Clifton] Winchester, stop and think!

[all] No one else should die from drink!

Winchester, stop and think!

[all] No one else should die from drink!

-Clifton, what is this?
-Much respect, dawg,

but binge drinking
is the deadliest challenge

facing Winchester,

and the administration
won't acknowledge it.

Nigga, really?

Troy, that's really racist.

And from our
Student Body President, no less.

To think, I voted for you.

[Clifton] Winchester, stop and think!

[all] No one else should die from drink.

[Clifton] Winchester, stop and think!

[all] No one else should die from drink!

What in white hell?

They feel binge drinking
is taking a back seat.

They're "All Lives Mattering" this shit?

This ain't even
what Thane would have wanted.

That motherfucker loved binge drinking.

Sam, it's not too late.
Just come inside, please.

Are you gonna give us the floor
to say what we want?

You know I can't do that.

Then what are you doing, Troy?

[Clifton] Winchester, stop and think!

Hey, just checking in.
Everything okay?

Uh, where's Troy?

I'll go check on him.

[Clifton] Winchester, stop and think!

[all] No one else should die from drink!

[Clifton] Winchester, stop and think!

[all] No one else should die from drink!

[Clifton] Winchester, stop and think!

[all] No one else should die from drink!

[Clifton] Winchester, stop and think!

[all] No one else should die from drink!

[Clifton] Winchester, stop and think!

[all] No one else should die--

I couldn't find him.

What is wrong with that boy?

I've done everything.

I've pushed him. I've brought him in.

Dean, I got this.

Hi. I'm Coco Conners,

and on behalf of CORE

and the entire faculty at Winchester,

I'd like to welcome you.

Tonight we're discussing race
and safety on campus.

While some prefer to rail against a system

-that's trying to help...
-Mm.

...you should all applaud yourselves

for having the courage
to listen as well as speak.

Thank you, Coco.

Now let's open this up for questions.

[audience murmuring]

[mouths word]

Hi. Kelsey Phillips, AP resident,

and I'm a psych major.

-Actually, I wanted to talk about that.
-Kels.

Right.

I wanted to say thank you so much
for my comfort dog.

-Oh, you're welcome.
-[laughs]

Go on.

That's all.

Okay! Anybody with a question?

[audience murmuring]

Yes, you, sir.

[crowd shouting]

Can you feel this? Everyone here for you?

Not everyone.

[Sam] When are you gonna grow up, Troy?

What the fuck is going on? I mean, like--

It's always something with her.

[all] No one else should die from drink!

Reggie, I know it sucks
to want something from someone

they're not willing to give you...

but you got to let it go.

Trust me.

[all] No one else should die from drink!

They're just gonna drown you out out here.

Better to get drowned than to be silenced.

-[feedback whines]
-We pay tuition to this place!

[all] Get your guns up out my face!

[Sam] We pay tuition to this place!

[all] Get your guns up out my face!

We pay tuition to this place!

[all] Get your guns up out my face!

[Sam] We pay tuition to this place!

Uh... [clears throat]

I just have a question that I think

is on everyone's lips.

Why is campus security armed at all?

Well, that's a great question.

As part of our university policy,

we make a promise to our students

and to their parents
to keep everyone safe.

[woman] Reggie didn't feel too safe!

Okay, we're almost out of time.

Oh, no, already?

Surely we could have one more.

One more.

[audience murmuring]

[Coco] Here you go, sweets.

We pay tuition to this place!

[all] Get your guns up out my face!

We pay tuition to this place!

[all] Get your guns up out my face!

Winchester, stop and think!

[all] No one else should die from drink!

Winchester, stop and think!

[all] No one else should die from drink!

We pay tuition to this place!

[all] Get your guns up out my face!

[Kurt] Black lives matter! So do blue!

We got shit to whine about, too!

Black lives matter! So do blue!

We got shit to whine about, too!

Black lives matter! So do blue!

We got shit to whine about, too!

Oh, for fuck's sake.

[muffled shouting continuing]

Lionel Higgins,

sophomore.

Just a quick question
for President Fletcher.

How much money are we worth to you?

I'm sorry, young man?

-What the fuck is this?
-Taking a stand.

You're stomping
on an already marginalized--

Cut the shit, Sam!

So a few dumb kids offended you
by accident.

Was that worth all of this?

What I hear Lionel saying is--

There are 234 black undergrads
on this campus.

That's roughly $55 million,

assuming we make it all four years.

And yet you're willing to disregard

our right to safe spaces?

What are you talking about?

The Hancocks!

So, because I call it out,
racism is my fault?

Think about that night with Reggie.

Everyone at that party--

hell, this whole campus--

has been on edge because of you.

[Lionel] The namesake of this very hall.

I wonder if anyone here knows
just how much power this administration

is willing to give them
over a $10 million donation,

especially when this school's endowment
is $14 billion!

With a B!

[mouthing words]

The truth is you like things
to be fucked up

so you have a machine
to rage against, Sharpton.

None of this is a threat to you
because you already have the power, Kurt.

Can't you see that?

Just ask yourself,

has anything that you've done

actually made things better?

Has it?

We could have been allies, Sam.

But you was tripping.

In fact, because of the protest outside,

they're using their money
to blackmail the administration

into integrating Armstrong-Parker.

How the hell did he know that?

That's enough, young man.

Right about... now,

you should all be receiving an alert

from the Winchester Independent website.

There you can read all about this!

-[cell phones chiming]
-[chattering]

[shudders]

It's crazy.

Everyone decided to piggyback
off my protest,

because God forbid black people
say anything without--

Oh, forget it.

I'm so glad you're here.

I couldn't let Reggie down.

And they put their name
on our new student center?

I set 'em, you spike 'em.

Seeing what you did to your son,
I imagine it involves brainwashing.

He invited me to some big donor thing
because he wants me to get more involved.

And less like a puppet.

Look, nigga, you're gonna hit
these ivy-lined streets,

and you're gonna leave
neither hand unshaken

or baby unkissed.

Yes, sir.

-[man] What the fuck?
-[shouting]

What part of "the Hancocks are off-limits"
possessed you

to post a story
about the motherfucking Hancocks?

Silvio, can you shut up?

Do you even know
how much shit I'm gonna be in?

What'd you say?

I said, can you shut the fuck up?

[overlapping shouting]

[lock rattling]

It's like nothing
about our relationship has been easy.

Who said it was supposed to be easy?

No one.

I just know
it doesn't have to be this hard.

-Listen, I just--
-No, you listen.

This is important to me.

And if you want me on the Independent,

these are the types
of stories I'm gonna write.

And if you don't like it,
then you can just go fuck--

The more I think about it...

the more I know that...

this won't work.

[overlapping shouting]

Everyone, calm the fuck down!

[overlapping shouting]

[all gasp]

Oh, my God.

Hands behind your back.

Let's go.

[Troy] Get off!

Off of me!

Get your hands off me!

[man] Don't resist!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

-That's my son!
-Dad, I'm cool.

I'm cool.

[man] Clear a path. Go.

-[Troy] It's okay.
-[man] Clear a way.

-[Troy] Everyone, it's okay.
-[man] Move.

[Troy] I'm fine.

[man] Move back, people.

[chattering]

[Troy] Everything's fine.

[chattering]

-[car door opens]
-Sam...

-[car door closes]
-He's okay.

[engine turning over]

He's okay.

[siren wailing]

[Sam] He's okay.

[Reggie] Can't believe Troy gets arrested
for the movement before I do.

[Joelle] You've done your share
for the movement, Reggie.

So what now?

Well, it is Wednesday.

Olive, what have you done?

I-I killed him.

But he was the vice president's clone!

[excited chatter]

Defamation night
is basically the epicenter

of black life at Winchester.

Hmm. The more you know.

Okay, if I don't ask you this,
it's gonna bug me all night.

You and Sam-- is that a thing?

Absolutely not.

Anyone sitting here?

What a shitshow, huh?

First few seasons were solid,
then it just...

went off the rails.

I meant--

Yeah, tonight.

I'm trying to block it out.

I think we all are.

How did we end up
pitted against each other?

I always thought it was because of you.

Really, bitch?

You see, it's that. That right there.

[chuckles]

You're not wrong.

You think they'll do it?

Take AP from us?

[A Tribe Called Quest's
"We the People..." playing]

I don't know.

♪ We don't believe you
'Cause we the people ♪

♪ Are still here in the rear
Yo, we don't need you ♪

♪ You in the "killing off
Good young nigga" mood ♪

♪ When we get hungry
We eat the same fucking food ♪

♪ The ramen noodle ♪

Guys, guys.

Stop everything.

Girl, can't this wait
for the commercial break?

Sorbet's been dognapped.

Kelsey, he is probably
just wandering around.

No, this is a hate crime.

Someone left this awful note on my door.

"Black girl, white dog, not on my watch."

Guys, this is racially motivated.

What are we gonna do?

Kelsey, it's been a long day.

♪ All you black folks, you must go ♪

♪ All you Mexicans, you must go ♪

♪ And all you poor folks, you must go ♪

♪ Muslims and gays ♪

♪ Boy, we hate your ways ♪

♪ So all you bad folks, you must go ♪

♪ The Tribe be the best in they division ♪

♪ Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision ♪

♪ Who can come back years later ♪

♪ Still hit the shot? ♪

♪ Still them try and move we
Off the fucking block ♪

♪ All you black folks, you must go ♪

♪ Muslims and gays ♪

♪ Boy, we hate your ways ♪