Early Edition (1996–2000): Season 2, Episode 8 - March in Time - full transcript

If Gary is unable to defuse the hatred at a white supremacist march, the leader of the white supremacists will be shot and killed. Gary is concerned about the leader's young son, who questions his father's views.

It can happen anywhere.

Down the street,

across the block, in some
of the nicest towns you know.

Hatred, anger, violence.

(protesters chanting)

Hold those signs up high.

It's never pretty,
no matter who you are,

or what you are...

(horn honking)

...or even whose side
you're on.

You know why we
scare them, Lance?

It's 'cause they're cowards.

They know the truth,
but they fear it.

We're stronger
than them because

we're able to face
up to the truth.

What is the truth?

The superiority
of racial and ethnic purity.

That's it.


Like they say,

what goes around comes around.

Which is pretty much true
of everything.

Except maybe tomorrow's
newspaper today.

This is my turf!

I was here before you.

Hey, cut it out!

Calm down!
Stop it!

What's wrong with you? Huh?

What'd you... what'd you say
if I told you

you're gonna hit your head,
one of you,

go into a coma?

What do you think of that, huh?
Which one?

What does that matter,
smart alec?

I don't want
to skate here anyway.

Me, either.
This place is polluted.

"This place is polluted."

Hey! My wallet!


(theme music playing)

CHUCK: What if you
knew, beyond a doubt,

what was going
to happen tomorrow?

What would you do?

There's no easy answer

for a guy
who gets tomorrow's news today.

Okay, listen to this.

"Members of the supremist group
the Society For White America

"clashed with citizens
of Blue Island yesterday

"in front
of the town courthouse.

"The organization's leader,
Darrel Foster,

"had come to pick
up a parade permit

"for this afternoon's five-mile
march through Blue Island,

"when the disturbance broke out.


"claim they were provoked

by the citizens, who threatened,
then assaulted them."

Hey, you don't want to get in
the middle of that, Gare.

Coffee. Here.
Shh. Keep reading, Gary.

"When the melee was over,
four people were arrested,

"and three people were taken
to the hospital

"with fractured skulls.

One was listed
in serious condition."

Baseball bats and bigots.
Doesn't sound good, Gare.

Neither do fractured skulls.

I think they should stop these
people from marching altogether.

Well, that's
the same thing they said

about some other people
in the '60s.

That's different. You have
to draw the line somewhere.

There's good people,

there's bad people,
and then there's these people.

And the Constitution
protects these people,

no matter what we think of them.

What are you defending
these jerks for?

You, of all people.
You're not exactly going to be

one of their favorites,
you know.

Why not?
They don't like blind folks?

Ha, that's funny.

(chuckles) Let's see if
you're still laughing

when they're walking
down your street.

If I'm gonna take care of
this, I better get going.

CHUCK: Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
You're gonna go down there?

What if your skull is one of
those that becomes fractured?

Well, if I go down there,

nobody's skull's
going to be fractured.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Well, why don't you go with me?

I'd love to,
but I got Blackhawks tickets.

And don't tell me the score.

I don't want you
to ruin it for me.

Blackhawks three-one.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome. Let's go.

Just for that, I will, but if
they start using

my head as one
one of those baseballs, buddy,

(clicks tongue)
I'm out of there.

See you later.

See ya.

Vivian, we're going to need
a repairman

for that oven in the back.

You told me that
an hour ago, Robert.

I've already called.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's the march,
isn't it?

That has you so distracted.

Well, I'm not distracted. I'm...

Last week, you were, uh, in a
total upheaval about all this.

I know. I know.

Really, I-I'm okay.

I mean, I realize that this is
just a bunch of angry misfits,

and they're just trying to get a
rise out of people.

I... After tomorrow,
I'll be okay.

(phone ringing)


Okay, Louise, relax.


Yes, he's here.


Yes, I will tell him.


Louise, everything's
going to be okay.


Gus has gone down
to the courthouse.

Louise says he's all worked up.

She's afraid he's gonna
start something

with those people,
and get himself hurt.

Crazy fool. I'd
better get down there.


(angry chanting)

This is On-site News,

from downtown Blue Island,

where citizens have gathered

in protest
outside the courthouse.

Keep 'em back, Harv.
This isn't a circus.

Gus, go home.

Wayne, Wayne, you're not going
to let this happen, are you?

Can't stop them.
They have a permit.

How'd they get that?
Doesn't matter.

They have it. They're legal.

Not by me, they're not.

Gus, don't make my job
any harder.

I'm not in the mood.

CHUCK: Wow, it looks
like a block party.

What are all
the reporters for?

Foster called them.

They like him, he
loves the attention.

It's the tenth town
he's marched in.

Each time he does it,
he makes a little more news.

That's sick.

No, that's America.

(crowd booing)

There he is.

Mr. Foster, over here!

Go away! Go away!

Why Blue Island?

You folks are a little
early, aren't you?

The march isn't
till tomorrow.

Mr. Foster,
do you expect

any violence
during the march?

Well, you never know, do you?

There's not going to be
any march, Foster.

Oh, I think there is.

You people have
fought me with courts

and lawyers... it
hasn't done any good.

The Constitution's
on my side.

And a few of you, too.

You just won't admit it.

Why don't you crawl back
under that rock you came from?

I don't see any
baseball bats.

Yeah, well, they're going
to be here somewhere.

Well, does the paper
say where?

It said a brown sedan.

What's a sedan again?

A sedan.
A-A four-door car.

A brown four-door
car... A sedan!

You mean, like that?


Just like that.

Come on.

Excuse me.

All right, Foster,
here's your parade permit.

Now, take off.

Thank you, sir.

I'd appreciate a
little more respect

from a civil servant
like yourself.

Nothing in that permit that
says anything about respect.

Excuse me... CROWD: Go home!
Go home!

What's this?

Put it on.

Orange is not...
Just put it on.



FOSTER: Don't pre-judge me.
Just hear me out.

Come on, give me a chance.

You know, you people believe
the same things I believe in.

But you're wondering what
your neighbors might think.

Well, they're thinking
the same thing.

You used to live
in a free country,

where people could live
where they choose...

without worrying who might
be moving in next door.

(crowd booing)

(man grunts)

Excuse me.

You're gonna have
to move this car.

Yeah, we got a
leaky gas pipe.

It's dangerous.
It's very leaky.

We'll only be here
a few minutes.

GARY: Well, then, we're gonna
have to have your car impounded.

Watkins, get the supervisor
on the phone right now.

Right away, Mr. Borneo.

Uh, fellas, can I have a talk
with you, please, for a second?

This is a very
dangerous situation.

Just in that gas sewer
right there, there is

fumes coming, your car
is parked right by it.

You have a pencil
I could borrow?

I have to make
out a report.

Wait a minute.

You're not
impounding anything.

No, I am not...
Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

This march

is going to show you that you
can still stand up

for what you believe in.

Like what? Racism?


Call it what you like.
It's a free country.

You're not crossing that bridge.

You threatening me?

Don't you understand English?

Maybe I should repeat it
for you in German.

Heil Hitler.

All right, come on, Gus.
Don't do this.

Don't do this.
GUS: The hell I won't!

Come on, Gus.
Let's go. Come on.

Hey, what you're doing is,

you're falling right
into his game, pal.

Who the hell are you?

Hold it!

Thank goodness
you're here.

WAYNE: Gus, one more step and
you're under arrest.

Disturbing the peace.

Get him out of here.

All right, that's all.

We haven't inspected
the bridge yet.

WAYNE: You've seen enough.
You'll see the rest tomorrow.

Hey, I've got rights!

WAYNE: I'll take my chances in court.
Now, get going!

FOSTER: Whatever you say,
Officer, but I want you to know,

if anybody tries to stop us from
crossing that bridge tomorrow,

I cannot be held responsible

for what's going to happen
to these people.

Come on.

Let's go, Lance.

Hey, buddy.

Thanks for what you did.

But you'd be better off
staying out of this.

I think you'd best take heed

to what that boy's telling you.

(engine turns)

Let's get out of this
town. It creeps me out.

REPORTER (on radio):
At 2:00 p.m. this afternoon,

a federal judge began
considering a motion

to block Darrel Foster's March
Across America in Blue Island.

FOSTER: I don't care who the
guys were, they did you a favor.

How many times do I have
to tell you, it's bad publicity

to be busting skulls on TV?

Am I right?

We've got them riled up.
We've got the news watching us.

We're talking,
they're listening.

And what are we talking
about, huh, son?

The superiority
of racial and ethnic purity.

You hear that?

An 11-year-old kid knows

more about why we're here
than you two.

Now, get out of here.

And when I want you to get
rough, I'll let you know.

How you doing?

Good, Dad.


I'll tell you what.

Those women say they
need some supplies.

Why don't you go to town
and take care of that, huh?

Yes, sir.

And don't bust any heads
while you're there, okay?

Mr. Foster?

The State Attorney General
today labeled

your series of marches
across America...

The Attorney General?
You hear that?

Seems like more and more
folks in this country

are taking notice.

Doing some thinking about
who's right in this country

and who's wrong.

And we're going to keep on
marching from town to town,

right across America,
until the people decide

to purge themselves
of the poison

that's eating away
at our society.

Thank you.
God bless you.

Well, that's it from up here.

Back to you, Mike.


uh, Lurleen.

Your town is
finally on the map.

What a town.

It's incredible.

A month ago, nobody knew who he
was, now he's a political force.

If it weren't for TV, people
wouldn't even know he existed.

Think they could get
a sports channel on this thing?

Hmm? Did you see that
kid out there today?

What kid?

The kid that was... I don't know,
I guess he's Foster's son.

He didn't look like he wanted
to be out there, did he?

Don't worry about him.

Believe me, he's just like
the rest of them.

I don't think so.
GUS: Hey!

There's the guy.

Look, Gus, you promised.

You got to slow down.

The hell I do.

Mister, I don't know
who the hell you are

or why you're here,
but... I want to thank you.

You-you do?

Gus McGuffin.

Gary Hobson.
You know, you, uh,

saved me from doing
something stupid out there.

No sense attacking a creep like
that Foster in public, right?

Well, that's right.

Uh... what do you mean by that?

Meaning, that there's
more effective ways

of dealing with slime like him.

You understand
what I mean.

(church bells ringing
in distance)


Hey, watch it, you jerk!


Don't bother.

They do that to everyone.

They think
it's some kind of joke.

Yeah, well, they don't know
who they're messing with.


Yeah, that's what I always
try to tell them.

Doesn't seem to do any good.

You need some help with that?

I can handle myself.

I saw you buying that stuff.

Man, you got suckered.

Did not.

What did he charge you?

Buck a piece
for that scrap wood?



There's a pile of it sitting
over there in the lumber yard.

That's where
old man Thompson gets it.

For free.

Let me get you
your money back.

Then I'll take you
over there.

Of course, if you'd rather
waste your dough...


What do I owe you?

Two million dollars,
plus an ice cream.

No, I'm not changing my mind.

The guy's got to be stopped.

Let's just get a check and
get out of here, Gare, huh?

Is he, uh,
always like this?

Just when he really
believes in something.

Then there's
no holding him back.

Yeah, we sort of noticed that
at the courthouse.

Look, I'm Robert Dombrowski.

I own this place.
Gary Hobson.

Nice to meet you.

So what were you doing
out there, anyway?

You a reporter?

No. Uh, we, uh, well, we were
just-just passing through town.


L-Look, you got any ideas
I've got any sympathies

for this Foster guy,
you're completely wrong. I...

He's just trying to keep you
out of jail, pal.



You got it all wrong, pal.

Let me tell you something.

Anybody in this town
could take that guy out,

and there's not one soul
who'd testify against him.

(dog barking in distance)


This shot,
double or nothing,

for the ten million you owe me.


And the crowd goes wild!

If you're traveling around
with your dad...

...don't you ever miss your mom?

She's home.

Well, where's that?


Don't you ever miss her?


you know.

So, uh...

you want to come in, hang out?

Actually, I ought
to be getting back.

Yeah. My dad makes me
stay close, too,

'cause of that stupid march.

I mean, can you
believe those people?

Which people?

My dad says
they're pathetic,

white trash.

Everyone knows it.

They're not trash.
(vehicle approaches)


Never mind.



What the hell
do you think you're doing?

(door slams)

Don't you know

better than to talk to that...


I send you out on business,
and this is what happens?


He didn't do anything wrong.

Get over here.

Who are you talking to, boy?

Some big bully, I guess.

What's happening
out here?

I know who
you are.

I've seen you on TV.

You're Foster.

And what if I am?

You've got three seconds
to get out of here.


And then what?

If you don't get back
in that car, you'll find out.

Ah, you don't want to do
anything like that.

Not in front of the kids.

Might set a
bad example.

Know what I mean?

Get in the car.

No sense wasting time
out here.

(engine starts)

(tires screech)

Let's go back.

You okay, Stephon?

Home, sweet home.

So much for peace and quiet
in the country, huh?

Think that guy
Gus is serious?

I don't know.

It seems like he's pretty
serious about everything.

Sports Daily, please.

I just hope
his friend Robert

can keep him from doing
something stupid.

Hey, what are you doing
getting a paper, anyway?

Checking on my future.

In terms of the Chicago Blackhawks
three to one, remember?

Yeah, three to one...

Hey, you didn't, uh...

Oh, yeah, I had to.

I mean, you gave
me the score.

I had no choice.
No, you didn't...

Oh, yeah. Don't
worry about it.

I only bet a
couple of C-notes.

Well, you...

Now, listen,

now, now, I didn't know.

I-I didn't even look

in the sports page,
you know that.

I just lost five grand.
Well, I'm

sorry you lost five grand...

Five grand?

You told me a couple of C-notes.

I pressed the bet.

It was a sure thing.

I don't get it!

You're supposed to be my friend!

I am your friend.

Yeah, right.

(cat meows)

(paper thuds against door)


Please, for once,
give me the day off.


Just for once.

GARY: "Politics exploded
into violence today

"on the bridge at Blue Island,

turning the sleepy village into
a hot spot of racial turmoil."

No more Nazis!

(people clamoring)

You ought to be locked up!

We intend to walk right
through Main Street.

If you don't get out of the
way, we'll walk right over you.

"At exactly 2:30 p.m.,

a series of shots rang out."

(two gunshots)


Help me!



GARY: "The unknown assassin
escaped without trace."

Help him!

"Foster was struck
in the chest by a bullet

"as he led his organization
of white supremists

"across the Blue Island Bridge

during their much-publicized
five-mile march."

My God, he did it.

What are you surprised at?

The guy's asking for it.

He deserves exactly what he got.

Chuck, have
some compassion.

You know what I mean.

He's a human being.

Not by my definition.

So, what are you gonna
do about it, Gare?

The reason I get this,
I got to do what I can.

Well, what if the reason's
on page three?

Or the want ads or
in Snead's column.

Did you ever
think of that?

What are you saying?

You're saying I let this guy get
killed because of his politics?

It's worth considering.

No, it's not.

What would he do
in your position, huh?

Well, that-that's not the point.

It's exactly the point.

You're both
looking at this

the wrong way.

The issue isn't

whether to save Foster.

The issue is
saving his assassin.

"No arrests have been made,

but sources say the killer
may be a local citizen."


No, no.

Blue Island is a nice town.

Lots of nice people in it,
I'm telling you.

You can't be serious,
Mr. Hobson.

Gus is a passionate man,
but he's not a murderer.

Well, yesterday at City Hall,
he seemed a-a little stirred up,

like he was just about
capable of anything.

Nah. You know, he flies
off the handle sometimes,

but he respects the law.

He's not answering.

He's probably just
not there yet.

He'll be there.

Do you have any idea at all
where he might be?


Likes to get out in the woods,
go hunting once in a while.

Never shoots anything,

but it keeps
his blood pressure down.

So he has a rifle?

Oh, yeah. A bunch of
them, he's, uh...

collects them.


Look, he-he left
for good reason.

I mean, he sees these
people and their slogans,

and it-it
rankles him.

He can't do anything about it,

so why be here when they...
(doorbells jingle)


You know what I mean.

I-I'll get it.

ROBERT: Yeah, hold your horses.
I'm on my way.

(men chattering in distance)

Robert and Gus,
they're-they're pretty tight.

Oh, yeah.

They'd go through hell
for each other.

I mean, they grew up together.

Parents were friends
before that.

Those are,
those are Robert's parents?


Those are his grandparents.

That was in Poland
before the war.

They died in
a concentration camp,

along with most of his family...

aunts, uncles, cousins.

Only his father got out alive.

Vivian, don't bore the man.


That's-that's, uh...

Listen, thank you
for the coffee.

I have to get going.

Thank you.

Heading back to the city?

Uh, no.

I'm going to see,
uh, Mr. Foster.


Well, as I see it,
if he is in danger,

someone should tell him
about it.

And I, uh, believe he is.


What do you think he'll do?

Hopefully, he'll call
the whole damn thing off.

Call the whole thing off?

(chuckles): You hear
that, gentlemen?

This man thinks we should
just pack up and go home.

Does that sound
reasonable to you?

Uh, Mr. Foster, can I talk
to you alone, privately?

I've got no secrets
from my brothers

or my son.

Right, son?

Look, this is pretty important.

You're one of those local heroes

from the courthouse yesterday,
aren't you?

I remember you.

Mr. Foster,
you go out on that bridge today,

and you're gonna be killed.

You've got some guts, pal.

You threatening me?

Just take my word
for it... I know.

Listen to me, my friend.

I've had death threats
in every town I've been in.

You know how many
marches I've missed?


First of all, Mr. Foster,
I'm not your friend.

Second of all,
this isn't a threat,

it's just a fact.

You know what
I think?

I think you're
trying to scare me.

That's why I'm gonna tell you
why I do the things I do.

Come here, kid.

See my son here?

I want him to grow up
in a pure country,

free of scum.

That's what makes this
so hard, Mr. Foster.

So do I.


You run along home.

And if you're real lucky...

we might march through
your neighborhood one day.

Hey, guys, I think that man
needs to be taught a lesson.

Take care of it.

Hey, wait a minute.

Take Lance with you.


All right?

Time for you to
become a man.

Hello, Marissa.

Hey, how'd it go?

How'd it go?

Well, Gus is nowhere
to be found,

and Foster laughed me
out of his camp.

Anything else?

Yeah, I still can't
find my wallet.

So what are you
gonna do now?

What do you mean,
what am I gonna do?

I've done everything
I can do.

No way... you don't
really mean that.

There are two men's
lives at stake.

Oh, yeah... two men who don't
want to listen to anything I

have to say.
They might...

if they knew what you know,

and how you know it.

What if I didn't
know what I know?

I mean, would it be such
a great loss to the world

if this Foster guy, if he
just sort of disappeared?

I-I'm serious.

You don't really mean that.

Listen, I can't solve all
the problems of the world.

I mean, what
am I supposed to do,

just keep rushing in
and trying to stop them?

If I hadn't have gone
there yesterday,

Gus, he'd be in the hospital
with a cracked head.

But you know what,
he'd be in the hospital...

he wouldn't be out
trying to kill Foster.

Maybe, maybe not.

I mean, you can go on
with maybes forever.

You have to make decisions
in your life every day.

You don't know the outcome
all the time, and sometimes

you just have to do
what you think is right.

Well, what if I don't know
what's right?

You'll know when you find it.

You just haven't looked
in the right place.

Mm-hmm, and do you have any
suggestions where I might look?

Well, um, if
I had to guess,

I'd say look inside
your own heart.


Go to the office, call the police.

Go to the office,
call the police.

It's the paper. Call the police.
All right!



Good morning,
Mr. Nice Guy.

I guess you thought
that gas man routine

was pretty funny, huh?

Let me tell you something.

The cops are gonna...


Maybe we'd better hurry.

Now, the next time you
try to interfere,

it's gonna be much,
much worse.

(sirens wailing in distance)

We got to go.
Hold on.

We got to go!

Come on, Lance.
We got to go.

Move it!

Lance! Gary, what's going on?
Are you okay?

Lance, wait. Wait.


(sirens approaching)


...but there's not a thing
I can do, all right?

Are you absolutely sure
you don't want to file charges?

I'm absolutely

Gare, they trashed
our kitchen.

I'm sure. Well, then can
I press charges...?

Look, he's the only one
that could positively

I.D. the guys...
he doesn't want

to point the finger, we
got nothing to go on.

Who's this kid, anyway?

He's my nephew from Idaho.

Look, thank you
very much, Officer.

Well, I hope you're proud of your old man, kid.
Thank you very much.

Gare, I'll be in there sweeping
up the kitchen. Great.

And I'm gonna have
to hire an army to help!

No way we're gonna get dinner
out tonight. Thanks a lot!

He's a grumpy kind of guy.

Your name's Lance, isn't it?

You all right?

How come you didn't arrest me?

Would you rather
I did that?

My dad's gonna kill me
when he finds out.

What you told my dad
at camp today,

is that for sure?

Well, I-I don't think
anything's for sure, Lance.

Where's your mom?

I don't know.
She left my dad.

She tried to take me with her,
but he wouldn't let her.

She told me someday
she'd come back to get me.

You don't know
where she lives?

Indiana, I-I think.

She tried to visit me once,

but Dad found out
and chased her off.

She never believed
in the stuff he was saying.

I don't know what
he's so mad about.

Well, neither do I,
but, I, uh...

I think he's wrong, your dad.

If you think he's wrong,

then why do you
want to save him?

'Cause I got a dad, too.

Who started hating first?

What do you mean?

It seems like
ever since I was a little kid,

everywhere we go, they hate us.

I don't know.

But I do know it's got to stop
sooner or later, though, huh?

(loud clatter from kitchen)
What's your mom's name, Lance?

Uh, I got to go.

Thanks for the Pepsi.
I-I got to go.

Oh, no, that's all right,
I'll give you a ride.

No, it-it's okay. I... No, no, that's
all right, I'll give you a ride.

I can take... You just
stay right there.

I'll give you a ride.
Hey, Gare.

CHUCK: Gare, look, I've
been thinking, all right?

Now, this all happened

because of you,
so you owe the restaurant.

Great. Give me the
keys to your car.

I gotta take the kid home.
What do I look like,

a limousine service?

The kid's responsible

for trashing the place,

and now you're gonna
escort him home? No way.

What do you want?

One hockey score.

All right.

All right.

Give me the keys.
Give me the score.

No, give me the keys.
Give me the score.

Give me the keys.
Give me the score first.

Give me the keys,
or I'll take a cab.

Red Wings, five-zip.

Can I trust you this time?

Yes, you can trust me.

Goal, Federov!

(imitating excited
sports announcer)

He shoots!

He scores!

You need some help?

Why didn't you tell
me who you were?

I did tell you.

You didn't say your dad
was the head of that group.

So what if he is?

My dad said

if your kind had their way,

they would kill everyone
who wasn't their color.

I wouldn't kill anybody.

Why don't you just
go back to your march?

Do you do everything
your dad says?

What's that got to do with anything?
(horn honks)

Get in the car, Stephon.

We've got to go.

Get away from here.

Your kind isn't welcome
in this town.

Get out.

NEWSMAN: Time again to check
in at the Blue Island Bridge,

where emotions are running high.
(protestors chanting)

What's happening there, Teri?

Well, Mike, it's just
about zero hour

here at the Blue Island Bridge.

The local townsfolk
have turned out in force,

as have the police.

And in just a few minutes,

the march for truth
is about to begin.

Though it's difficult
to predict what will happen

when Foster's supremist group
arrives on the scene,

there is always the likelihood
that violence could erupt.

(crowd shouting indistinctly)

Leave us alone!

No Nazis in our town!

(indistinct shouting continues)

FOSTER: What?! Did I
hear you correctly?


My son wants me
to call off the whole march.

Does that sound
right to you?

They don't want it here, Dad.
They don't want us.

Of course they
don't want us.

They don't know
what they want, son.

That's why they're
in this mess.

Why do we march?


Why do we march?

To defend what
we believe in.

Why can't we just leave
people alone?

And they'd
leave us alone.

You know, I do
this for you, son.

So that you'd grow up
in a better country.

If you want to do something
for me, call off the march.

You sound like a coward, son.

Are you a coward?

No, sir.

You know what my daddy
used to do to cowards?

Yes, sir.

What's the big lie, Lance?

Daddy, don't march today.

What's the big lie
about the races, Lance?

Why do you have
to hate everyone?

Get him ready!




Robert, this is not a solution.

You shouldn't
have come here.

I told you it wasn't Gus.

Get down!

Get down!

All right. All right, Robert.

Robert, why are you doing this?

I came this close to never being
born because of people like him.

Most of my family lost their
lives for no reason at all,

except for the ignorance and
the evil of people like him.

Every one of you could be
proud of yourselves.

(crowd murmuring)

Proud that you're standing up
for what you believe.

Proud to be part
of this great movement.

(crowd murmuring)

It hasn't been easy.
They've spit on us.

But while they
were spitting,

we were taking ground,
and taking names.

And I'm here to tell you

that when our day comes,

we won't forget who was with us,
and who wasn't.

You shoot that man, you're gonna
make a martyr out of him.

You're gonna spend the rest
of your life in prison.

Okay, listen, you, you're
gonna be ruining the future

of a lot of people,
you understand that?

The future is what we make it.

I want you to know I've
received a death threat.

But there's nothing in the world

that's gonna stop me from
going on that march today.

And you know why?

I'm doing it for my child.

It's time to show the world
that we're not afraid

to stand up for the truth.

So let's get on out
there and do it.


Are you going with me?



You can march up front with me.

It's time to be a man.

Robert, listen.

Robert, I'm not leaving till
you put that rifle down.

Not until I do
what I came here to do.

Keep an eye on the crowd.

CROWD (chanting): Freaks, go home.
Freaks, go home.

Freaks, go home.

Freaks go home...

GROUP (chanting):
White people unite...

White people unite...
White people unite...


You a religious man?

Quoting scripture
won't change my mind.

How are you gonna feel
after you kill him?

Better than who?

What? Are you comparing me
to him?

I think after you pull that
trigger, the whole world will.

Let me tell you something.

Would you mind not
pointing that at me?

I'm sorry.

There's a graveyard
at the edge of this town.

My father's buried in it.

And this march is going
right past that cemetery.

What do you think he
would say about that?

Well, he might say that,

he might say that
ten Darrel Fosters

aren't worth one of you.

And that once you
fire that thing,

you're exactly
the same, Robert.

Be a better place without him.

(chanting): White people unite.
White people unite.

White people unite.

White people unite.

This is On-site News,

reporting from the
Blue Island Bridge,

where the forces of
separatism are once again

on the move. White people unite.
White people...


Don't get any smart ideas.

Robert, what's that boy gonna do

when he sees his father
gunned down?

Maybe he won't grow up
to be a racist.

Maybe. Or maybe
it's gonna confirm

everything his father
taught him.

Maybe he's gonna grow up with
twice as much hate, huh?

That boy is not my problem.

(chanting): White people unite.
White people unite.

Stand tall.

Come on, Gus, there's
nothing we can do.

FOSTER: We're within our rights.
You know we have rights.

White people unite.

GUS: You're not crossing
this bridge, Foster.

Come on, folks,
you can't stand in the way.

He's got a permit.

Folks you're breaking the law
here, you know that?

Come on,
let's move on.

Let's stay together, people.

Calm down, people, huh?

We don't want to
see anybody get hurt.

Please stay together.

Hold the bridge.

Stay together.

Stick together.

I have a court-approved permit.

And I expect you
to enforce it.

POLICEMAN: Come on, people, we don't
want a confrontation.

We don't want
anybody hurt.

Folks, move aside.

Let's just get this
thing over with.

Now we intend to walk
right down Main Street.

If you don't move,
we're going over you.

WOMAN: No march!
FOSTER: You hear me?

MAN: You heard us!
No march!

Robert, you sure this
is what you want?

You're gonna commit murder in
front of all your friends,

in front of their kids,

in front of your own wife?

Leave us alone.

No Nazis in our town!


Leave us in peace.

This is a God-fearing town.

We don't want
you people here.

(woman shouts
in distance)

All right, everybody
just stay calm.

Okay. Don't say

I didn't warn you.

MAN: Come on, everybody,
let's stay together.


It's time for me to be a man.

Yeah. We'll show 'em.

All right, boy,

you show 'em your stuff.

FOSTER: Where you going?
Come on now, boy.

I'm going here.

'Cause it's time
to stop the hating.

MAN: What's wrong with you, kid?

Come back here, boy.

"And a little child
shall lead them."

Isaiah, 11:6.

Fine. If that's what
you want to do,

go live with your mother,
you little coward.

And who will stay with
you, Mr. Foster?

Once they realize
who you really are.

Let's get out of here.

Where are you going?

MAN: Go back to where
where you came from.

REPORTER: Ladies and
gentlemen, this is the most

unexpected turn of events
here on the Blue Island Bridge.

Most of Darrel Foster's
supporters are dispersing.

The more appropriate word
may be deserting him.

This could mark the end

of Darrel Foster's March
Across America.

All right, Tim, let's
hit him up close here.

I'm sorry.

CHUCK: Sometimes it's the
big things that count.

Sometimes it's the small ones.

Who you learn from depends on
who's willing to teach.




Mr. Hobson?

How do you?
It's nice to meet you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You know what you are,
don't you?

You're a hero.

Like you said,

the future's what
you make of it.

That's right.

Take care of yourself.


Kid's my idol.

So, yes or no?

Yes or no what?

The score you gave
me, true or not?

Of course it's true.

I don't trust you.

You don't
care about me.

After all I've done.

Give me a beer, would ya?

(cat meowing)

(thudding against door)

CHUCK: Point is, you're never too
old to have your eyes opened.

Just when you think you've got
it figured, you don't.

(cat meows)


Something happens, something
totally impossible.

It's almost enough to make you
believe in people again.