CHUCK: It can happen anywhere.
Down the street,
across the block, in some of the nicest towns you know.
Hatred, anger, violence.
(protesters chanting)
MAN: 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.
(shouting)
CHUCK: Like they say,
what goes around comes around.
Which is pretty much true of everything.
Except maybe tomorrow's newspaper today.
Hey. This is my turf!
Hey! 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,
and-and-and 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!
Hey.
(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.
♪
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GARY: 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.
"Baseball-bat-wielding supremists
"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.
Okay. 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)
Hello?
Okay, Louise, relax.
(sighs)
Yes, he's here.
Yes.
Yes, I will tell him.
Okay.
Louise, everything's going to be okay.
Bye.
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.
(sighs)
(angry chanting)
FEMALE REPORTER: This is On-site News,
reporting from downtown Blue Island,
where citizens have gathered
in protest outside the courthouse.
Keep 'em back, Harv. This isn't a circus.
Wayne! 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.
CHUCK: That's sick.
GARY: No, that's America.
(crowd booing)
REPORTER: There he is.
Mr. Foster, over here!
CROWD: Go away! Go away!
WOMAN: 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.
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? Huh?
Yeah.
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.
Right.
Hat.
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. Huh?
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.
Watkins! 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. What?
You're not impounding anything.
No, I am not... Hey! Hey!
FOSTER: This march
is going to show you that you can still stand up
for what you believe in.
Like what? Racism?
Bigotry?
Call it what you like. It's a free country.
You're not crossing that bridge.
You threatening me?
Don't you understand English? ROBERT: Gus!
Maybe I should repeat it for you in German.
Heil Hitler.
All right, come on, Gus. 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.
FOSTER: 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.
ROBERT: 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.
(laughing) 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.
Okay.
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. Good.
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... 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.
REPORTER: Well, that's it from up here.
Back to you, Mike.
(scoffs)
Congratulations, 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.
GUS: 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)
(grunts)
Hey, watch it, you jerk!
Hey.
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.
(laughs)
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?
So?
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...
(sighs)
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.
CHUCK: Yeah.
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.
Jail.
(chuckles)
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)
Okay.
This shot, double or nothing,
for the ten million you owe me.
(sighs)
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?
Indiana.
Don't you ever miss her?
They're...
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)
What?
Never mind.
FOSTER: Lance.
Dad?
What the hell do you think you're doing?
(door slams) I...
Don't you know
better than to talk to that...
Dad!
I send you out on business, and this is what happens?
Hey!
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.
(laughs)
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?
CHUCK: 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)
(meows)
Please, for once, give me the day off.
Please.
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."
MAN: No more Nazis!
(people clamoring)
WOMAN: 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.
GARY: "At exactly 2:30 p.m.,
a series of shots rang out."
(two gunshots) Dad?!
Help me!
Please!
Help!
GARY: "The unknown assassin escaped without trace."
LANCE: 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."
Gus.
VIVIAN: 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?
No.
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.
(sighs)
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)
MAN: Delivery.
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?
No.
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.
No.
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.
What?
Well, as I see it, if he is in danger,
someone should tell him about it.
And I, uh, believe he is.
(scoffs)
What do you think he'll do?
Hopefully, he'll call the whole damn thing off.
FOSTER: 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?
None.
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.
Fine.
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.
Lance.
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.
What?
Go to the office, call the police. Why?
Go to the office, call the police.
It's the paper. Call the police. All right!
Hey.
Well!
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...
(grunting)
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.
Lance! Move it!
Lance! Gary, what's going on? Are you okay?
GARY: Lance, wait. Wait.
Lance...
(sirens approaching)
(panting)
...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 sure.
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.
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)
WOMAN: Leave us alone!
MAN: No Nazis in our town!
(indistinct shouting continues)
FOSTER: What?! Did I hear you correctly?
Dad...
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?
What?
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!
Gus?
Robert?
Robert, this is not a solution.
You shouldn't have come here.
I told you it wasn't Gus.
Get down!
Listen... 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.
GROUP: Yeah!
Are you going with me?
Yeah.
Good.
You can march up front with me.
It's time to be a man.
GARY: 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...
GROUP (chanting): White people unite...
White people unite...
Robert...
You a religious man?
Quoting scripture won't change my mind.
How are you gonna feel after you kill him?
Better. 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.
REPORTER: 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...
Robert.
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.
WOMAN: 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.
MAN: Let's stay together, people.
POLICEMAN: Calm down, people, huh?
We don't want to see anybody get hurt.
WOMAN: Please stay together.
Hold the bridge.
MAN: 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?
WOMAN: Leave us alone.
MAN: No Nazis in our town!
(panting)
MAN: 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.
FOSTER: Okay. Don't say
I didn't warn you.
MAN: Come on, everybody, let's stay together.
LANCE: Dad?
It's time for me to be a man.
Yeah. We'll show 'em.
MAN: 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.
WOMAN: Let's get out of here.
FOSTER: 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.
Lance?
Mom?
(sighing)
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.
(sighs)
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)
(meows)
Something happens, something totally impossible.
It's almost enough to make you believe in people again.
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