Malcom X
Fourth draft (1991)
Screenplay by James Baldwin, Arnold Perl and Spike Lee
Based on The Autobiography of Malcolm X as told to Alex Haley
FADE IN:
1 EXT. ROXBURY STREET - THE WAR YEARS - DAY
It is a bright sunny day on a crowded street on the black side of
Boston. PEOPLE and KIDS are busy with their own things.
SHORTY bops his way down the street. He is a runty, very dark
young man of 21 with a mission and a smile on his face. He wears
the flamboyant style of the time: the whole zoot-suit, pegged legs
and a wide brim hat with a white feather stuck in the hat band.
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5 EXT. STREET - DAY
FOLLOW SHOT. Shorty dodges through the crowd with his packages.
His smile is one of anticipation. He nods to a PAL without
stopping; eyes a COUPLE OF CHICKS dancing on the street, but is
not dissuaded.
6 INT. BARBER SHOP - DAY
Shorty has his jacket and hat off, his sleeves rolled up. He is like a
surgeon preparing for an operation. His equipment is spread out on
a table: can of lye, large mason jar, wooden stirring spoon, knife,
the eggs. His actions have the character of a ritual: each thing
being done just so, in time-honored fashion.
He slices the potatoes and drops the thin slices into the mason jar.
He adds water and makes a paste of the starch.
Behind Shorty is a spirited barbershop conversation. ONE MAN is
getting a haircut; TWO OTHERS are watching (TOOMER, JASON)
one of them from behind a newspaper. A middle-aged barber,
CHOLLY, is doing most of the talking.
CHOLLY
After I hit the number that woman wasn't no good
to me at all.
The men laugh.
ANGLE - Shorty pries open the can of lye, whiffs it. It's good and
strong. He pours some in the mason jar, stirring with the wooden
spoon. He cracks the eggs into the mixture and stirs. He waits as
fumes rise and feels the outside of the jar as it gets hot.
ANOTHER ANGLE - The barbershop SEEN from a door, slightly
ajar. A woolly head, entirely in shadow, peers out.
CHOLLY'S VOICE
She says I'm cheap cuz I won't cop her a diamond
ring. Had the indignation to call me a cheap
black sunovabitch to boot.
TOOMER
And when a black woman call you a cheap black
sunovabitch you've been called a cheap black
sunovabitch.
Cholly is annoyed. It's _his_ story.
CHOLLY
Will you let me tell it?
ON SHORTY - He opens the bulky package he has been carrying,
unfolds a large rubber apron and gets into it. Now he dons a pair of
rubber gloves.
SHORTY
Where's Homeboy?
He is all ready; one of his hands is filled with a huge glob of
Vaseline. His manner is indignant as if he were asking the whereabouts
of an exasperating child.
CHOLLY
Red's in the head, man.
TOOMER
You mean hiding in the head.
CHOLLY
Hey, Red. Your man's here and waiting on you.
His hands full, Cholly opens the door with his feet and MALCOLM comes
out, a big, gawky, bright-faced country boy, wearing downhome clothes
and an expression of apprehension.
TOOMER
Gonna get that first conk laid on, hunh,
Homeboy?
CHOLLY
Man, don't scare him more than he's scared
already. Ain't too bad...
Malcolm allows himself to be led to an empty chair, where Cholly drapes
him with a double sheet, tucking it tightly around his neck and adding
a protective collar of paper.
CHOLLY
...Like anything else. First time a chick gets her
cherry popped, she might put up a little fight. But
pretty soon you can't give her enough. Right,
Homeboy?
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Malcolm gulps, his eyes on the fuming mason jar.
Shorty starts massaging a great quantity of Vaseline into Malcolm's
scalp, covering his neck and ears as well. All the men have gathered
around, involved in the ritual. For Malcolm it is closer to being a
kind of execution.
CHOLLY
Git his forehead and eyebrows.
SHORTY
I know what I'm doing.
Shorty applies the Vaseline to that area. Now he brings over the
steaming jar and places it nearby.
SHORTY (contd)
Listen. You pull my coat if it's still stinging
when I get through 'cause this shit can burn a
hole through cement.
CHOLLY
Hold tight, baby, and keep your eyes shut.
Malcolm nods his head, clenches his eyes and grits his teeth. Shorty
applies the congolene with a comb, working it into Malcolm's hair.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
I thought you said it was gonna sting... this
ain't nothin'.
For a moment nothing happens, then the heat hits him. He yells, tries
to catch his breath: his head is on fire.
MALCOLM (contd)
You motherfucker. You're killing me. I'm
burning up. My damn head is on fire.
He nearly leaps out of the chair, but the barber restrains him.
Shorty, utterly unmoved by the outburst, continues working the
congolene into his hair.
Malcolm breaks out of the chair wildly. But the three men drag him to a
basin where Shorty has attached the shower spray. His cries filling the
room, Malcolm is ducked under the spray. Shorty starts rinsing out his
hair.
SHORTY
Don't fight me, man. Let me git it out.
Malcolm is a little relieved, he tentatively opens his eyes, then he
feels the congolene again and there is another outburst. Shorty forces
his head under the spray, spurts the water all over his head, wetting
Malcolm and the shop in the process.
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9 INT. CLOTHING STORE - DAY
SHORTY
Well, Homeboy, you almost there. Turn around.
Shorty is supervising as Malcolm tries on a zoot suit. He slips into
the jacket...
Shoes-off, Malcolm steps into the tight-fltting peg-legged pants ......
dons a wide-brimmed hat with a bright blue feather.... Finally, fully
outfitted, he leans forward toward his new image in the full-length
mirror, twirling a long, dangling key chain.
SHORTY
Well, all right, then.
MALCOLM
Well, all reet, then.
The transformation is complete. The two laugh and slap hands.
10 EXT. ROXBURY STREET - DAY
Malcolm and Shorty come strutting down the street: two conked,
zoot-suited sharpies. Hometown boy has departed. And the CHICKS on the
street notice them, especially Malcolm, the taller of the two, the
lighter-skinned, the more dominant. They walk imperiously past, fully
aware of their impact.
CLOSE SHOT - MALCOLM
FREEZE FRAME. He becomes a STILL.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X
When my mother was pregnant with me, she told
me later, a party of Klansmen on horseback
surrounded our house in Omaha.
10A ANGLE. KLAN on horses in front of house.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
They brandished guns and shouted for my father
to come out. My mother went to the door where
they could see her pregnant condition...
ANGLE. A pregnant Louise Little on porch.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
...and told them my father was in Milwaukee,
preaching.
ANGLE. The Klan breaks all the windows in the house then rides off into
the glorious D.W. Griffith _Birth of a Nation_ moonlit night.
CLOSE - LOUISE LITTLE
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
The hooded Klansman said the good, white
Christians would not stand for his
troublemaking, and to get out of town.
ANGLE. The terrified Little children look out a broken window at their
mother.
ANGLE. AN OLD FRAME HOUSE IN OMAHA
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
They broke every window with their rifle butts
before riding off into the night, their torches
flaming.
ANGLE. FRONT PORCH OF THE LITTLE HOUSE - AN EMPTY ROCKER ON IT
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
My father was not a frightened Negro as most
were then and as many still are today. He was
six feet four and very black...
10B CLOSE - EARL LITTLE
He looks directly into the camera, wearing a Baptist Minister's robe.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
...and had a glass eye. He believed, as did
Marcus Garvey, that freedom, independence and
self-respect could never be achieved by the
Negro in America . . .
10C CLOSE - EARL LITTLE
He wears a Garvey hat, ornate with gold braid.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
...that, therefore, black men should leave
America and return to the land of their origin.
10D ANGLE. Earl Little, in a wagon with little Malcolm.
CLOSE - EARL LITTLE:
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
My father dedicated his life to his beliefs
because he had seen four of his six brothers
die violently...
10E WIDER ANGLE. WE SEE Earl in front of a podium in church. He is
preaching.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
...three killed by white men and one lynched.
There are nine children in our family.
ANGLE. The nine Little children.
CLOSE - LOUISE LITTLE
She is a pretty, mature woman and white-looking.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
My mother was an attractive woman, an educated
woman, a strong woman.
10F CLOSE - LOUISE AND EARL
A posed wedding picture, serious but sweet.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
She was very light, her mama was raped by a
white man. One of the reasons she married my
father was because he was so black, she
disliked her complexion and wanted her children
to have some color.
CLOSE SHOT
Flash bulb of camera flashes.
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15 INT. ROSELAND STATE BALLROOM - NIGHT
CLOSE - MALCOLM AND SHORTY
They both were posed for a picture. The music "FLYING HOME" is blaring
as LIONEL HAMPTON and his band is killing. The music is WILD, the
dancing is frantic, the clothes are OUT, and the crowd is predominately
BLACK, although there is a peppering of WHITES, especially white chicks.
And Malcolm is a little bug-eyed as he nudges Shorty, watching mixed
couples on the floor.
A BOY in extreme zoot-suit flips him; a WHITE GIRL in long blond
hair wigs him. Malcolm is a little open-mouthed.
A VOICE
SHOWTIME, SHOWTIME!
ANGLE - THE BALLROOM - NIGHT
People start moving off the floor, making room for the dancers. The
music begins to get faster and more furious.
CLOSE - HAMPTON'S BAND - NIGHT
It is a fast Lindy. People start clapping to the beat as they form a U
around the DANCERS, with the band at the open end.
16 INT. THE DANCE FLOOR
TWO COUPLES are on the floor, dancing wildly. They are quickly joined
by a half dozen OTHERS. These are the best dancers and constitute the
main event of a Saturday night black dance. People crowd and push to
get better vantage points and the competition is under way.
ANGLE ON THE CROWD
It is dominantly black, but there are some whites in the audience,
mostly women. One is SOPHIA, a spectacular blonde with a degree of
refinement, something of a thrill-seeker. Many of the men try to catch
her eye, but for the moment Sophia is just watching, looking for no one
in particular, but nonetheless looking.
ANGLE: - COUPLE ON THE DANCE FLOOR
Getting ready to enter the fray, the GIRL takes off her shoes and
bounces out on the floor barefoot with her partner. Their advent is
greeted with cheers and ad libs. Clearly the crowd has its favorites.
WIDER SHOT
The music gets faster and the dancing takes on a more frantic and more
remarkable quality.
FOLLOW SHOT - MALCOLM
He is looking for his partner, the girl he brought and now he sees her.
He makes his way through the watching audience.
CLOSE - LAURA
She is a fine chick, cool and beautiful. She smiles as she sees Malcolm
approaching.
TWO-SHOT. Laura and Malcolm stand together, delighted to be with one
another, starting to move to the music, as they watch the dancers.
MALCOLM
Come on, baby, let's show 'em how.
Laura smiles shyly; she's willing.
MALCOLM (contd)
You better get out of them shoes, girl.
Laura laughs, goes quickly to a bench and changes into a pair of
sneakers.
17 INT. THE DANCE FLOOR
Because of the competition, Laura and Malcolm begin at high speed. In a
moment they are executing the most intricate steps of the "flapping
eagle" and the "kangaroo." Malcolm starts boosting her over and around
his hips, then boosting her over his shoulders. Laura is the perfect
partner. She loves it.
ANGLE WITH THE CROWD
So does the crowd, who loves new stars. There are ad lib remarks: "Go,
man, go." "Hey, Red." "Mmmmmm ummm."
ANGLE: - SHORTY
A big, fat, hefty BLACK WOMAN takes Shorty out to the dance floor, and
she takes the lead. As they do the Lindy she is slinging Shorty around
like a rag doll. This woman slides him through her legs and Shorty has
had enough, he runs off the dance floor, and hides.
TWO-SHOT. Laura and Malcolm are, in the phrase, cooking on all burners
now; and when they execute an especially intricate step, even Hamp
waves over.
Malcolm is sweating and flushed and enormously elated. He sees that
people are watching him, goading him on. He notices that Sophia, in
particular, has not taken her eyes off him; she is clapping in time to
his steps.
Seeing new stars in the making, the other dancers move to the side of
the floor, marking time, yielding the dance floor to them. Laura and
Malcolm go into a solo.
ANGLES
The crowd loves it. Malcolm and Sophia are very aware of each other.
The finale is the classic drag, with Laura hanging limp around
Malcolm's neck as he capers off the dance floor to the spontaneous
applause of the audience.
CLOSE SHOT - SOPHIA (SLO-MO)
Clapping enthusiastically -- in open admiration.
CLOSE SHOT - SHORTY
Waiting to catch them as they come off. Shorty is whistling and shaking
his hand appreciatively. He is also looking out for his dance partner.
SHORTY
Hey, man, gimme some skin.
MALCOLM
Shorty, this is Laura.
Laura is flushed and out of breath and joyous.
LAURA
'Lo. I've got to freshen up.
MALCOLM
Now you come back.
Laura laughs as she goes. She surely will be back.
SHORTY
That's a fine chick.
MALCOLM
Fine as May wine.
SHORTY
Except she live on the hill and got a grandma.
MALCOLM
Make it too easy and it ain't no fun.
Then his vision catches Sophia, who is approaching him. She makes a
simple, direct gesture, "Want to dance?" Malcolm eyes Shorty and
wordlessly glides into Sophia's arms.
ANGLE - THE DANCE FLOOR
Immediately from the glances of the other men at the dance, he is the
cynosure of all eyes. He has new status. It's a heady feeling because
she is the first white girl he has ever been with socially who is not
an obvious whore. He begins to show off a little, cuts a few fine
steps.
TWO-SHOT. They are dancing closer than before. Sophia begins to rock
his black world.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Trying to play it cool -- but he is beginning to pant. Not from the
dancing, but from the situation: a gorgeous white chick asking for
it.
SOPHIA
Why don't you take your little girl home, Red,
and come on back?
He stops in his tracks. He can't believe it.
SOPHIA (contd)
Just walk. Don't run. It'll be here when you
get back.
He can only grin.
18 EXT. LAURA'S HOUSE - ROXBURY - NIGHT
The porch of a respectable house. Malcolm with Laura; he anxious to get
away.
MALCOLM
I better not come in.
LAURA
I ain't stupid.
MALCOLM
I mean it's late, baby.
LAURA
I know where you're going.
MALCOLM
I'm going to bed. I gotta work tomorrow, need
my rest.
Laura walks to the door.
MALCOLM (contd)
Baby, I'll call you tomorrow.
LAURA
What for? I ain't white and I don't put out.
The front door opens, it's Laura's grandmother, MRS. JOHNSON.
MALCOLM
'Night, Mrs. Johnson.
He runs down the porch steps.
19 INT. SOPHIA'S CAR - NIGHT
The lone light emits from the car radio which plays The Inkspots' "IF I
DIDN'T CARE."
ANGLE - SOPHIA
Sophia pulls her tight sweater over her head to expose two full ripe
white breasts. Malcolm's eyes are popping out of his head. NOTE: It's
very unusual for women not to wear a bra back in that day but you might
say Sophia was way ahead of her time.
SOPHIA
Malcolm, look at them. Have you ever seen white
breasts like these?
CLOSE - MALCOLM
He shakes his head.
SOPHIA (contd)
Put your black hands on them.
He is paralyzed.
SOPHIA (contd)
Please do as I say.
Malcolm mumbles something. He then kisses Sophia as if his black life
depended on it and he commences to kill it.
SOPHIA (contd)
Hey, baby.
She stops him for a moment, but he buries his head in her long neck.
SOPHIA (contd)
Am I the first white woman you've been with?
She already knows the answer. He laughs.
MALCOLM
Sheeet, you ain't. I had aplenty.
SOPHIA
...That isn't a whore?
Knowing she's right, Sophia becomes the aggressor.
A beat -- both panting -- then Malcolm stops abruptly. He raises his
hand to his face, then to Sophia's hand which is still caressing him.
SOPHIA
That's alright. Baby, take your time. Sophia's
not going anywhere. I told you to walk, don't
run.
MALCOLM
Shhhh! I don't like women that talk.
CLOSE - SOPHIA
She shrugs, then moves to embrace him.
SOPHIA
Who wants to talk?
The couple starts at it again.
19A INT. MOVIE THEATRE - DAY
On the screen, Bogart and Cagney are blasting away the dirty, flat-
footed coppers with machine guns. It's one of those great Warner
Brothers gangster B movies, maybe _The Roaring Twenties_.
ANGLE - MALCOLM AND SHORTY
Malcolm and Shorty sit, transfixed in their seats.
MALCOLM
Don't you know, you can't hump the Bogart.
SHORTY
Eat lead, coppers.
80 EXT. BOSTON COMMONS - DAY
A bright, sunny day, long shadows in the park. The Commons is almost
empty. Two improbable zoot-suited blacks race past trees, and run over
the grass. Malcolm and Shorty are playing Cops and Robbers while
PASSERSBY stare.
SHORTY
Bang, bang. You're dead.
MALCOLM
Naw, you missed me, copper. Try this on for
size.
Malcolm fires an imaginary tommy machine gun at Shorty.
SHORTY
I forgot to tell you I'm wearing a bulletproof
vest.
MALCOLM
The hell you are.
SHORTY
I'm tired of always playing the cops. I wanna
be Bogart sometimes.
MALCOLM
You're too small to be Bogart.
SHORTY
I'm not too short to be Cagney.
Shorty shoots Malcolm from behind.
SHORTY (contd)
Pow. Take that.
Malcolm acts as if he's been hit.
MALCOLM
Ahhh! You got me, you dirty, filthy, rotten,
stinking copper, only a low-down yellow rat
bastard would shoot a man in the back.
Malcolm starts to stagger, this is a long drawn out Hollywood drawn-out
death a la Cagney death in _Public Enemy_.
LOW ANGLE - MALCOLM
Malcolm falls directly into the camera, face first, and Shorty stands
over him.
SHORTY
He use to be a big shot.
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26 EXT. THE TROLLEY TRACKS - NIGHT (REMEMBERED TIME)
MATCH CUT
CLOSE EARL LITTLE
Earl Little's face is in the same exact position as Malcolm's from the
previous scene. His mouth opens in terror as the moving trolley comes
closer and closer to the black man lying on the tracks.
27 INT. A HEARING ROOM - DAY
A room, clinically empty; table, chair, and MR. HOLWAY. He is putting
papers into his briefcase; the hearing is concluded.
LOUISE
What you mean took his own life?!
HOLWAY
I'm sorry, ma'am. You heard the verdict. A man
bash in the back of his head with a hammer, lay
down on the tracks and kill himself! We merely
act on the verdict. We don't make them.
He is nearly out the door.
LOUISE
Do you pay or don't you?
HOLWAY
Read the policy, ma'am. It clearly states.
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29 INT. SOPHIA'S APARTMENT - MORNING
Malcolm lies in bed, naked under the sheet. A half-empty whiskey bottle
and an ashtray full of butts are on the night table: last night's
partying.
SOPHIA
You like 'em scrambled soft or hard, sweetie?
MALCOLM
C'mere.
WIDEN TO SHOW SOPHIA at the stove fixing eggs. She wears an apron and
nothing else. It's a nicely furnished middle-class apartment.
SOPHIA
Sweetie, they're almost ready.
MALCOLM
You hear me, girl?
She shrugs, shuts off the burner, smiles and ambles toward him.
SOPHIA
You the man.
MALCOLM
You better believe it.
She starts to sit down on the bed next to him.
MALCOLM (contd)
Sit over there.
He points to a nearby chair. Sophia makes an amiable hand-shrug and
complacently goes.
SOPHIA
You evil this morning.
MALCOLM
What's your story, baby?
He doesn't want to hear her; he wants to talk. He goes right on:
MALCOLM (contd)
You one of them white bitches can't get enough
black dick. Is that what you are?
Sophia smiles. She aims to please. Malcolm smacks the bed next to him.
She gets up and comes over.
MALCOLM (contd)
Take it off.
She takes off the apron.
MALCOLM (contd)
Now kiss my feet. Kiss 'em!
CLOSE - SOPHIA
As Sophia bends to do so.
MALCOLM
Feed me.
ANGLE. Sophia now has the scrambled eggs on a plate at Malcolm's side.
She spoons some into his mouth. He chews and swallows slowly, then
grabs her head and brings it to his. A long, brutal kiss. Then he pulls
her head away by the hair. She looks at him: anything he wants.
MALCOLM
Yeah, girl; that's your story. When you gonna
holler "rape," sister?
SOPHIA
Me?
MALCOLM
You will, baby -- if the time come.
SOPHIA
Lemme feed you, sweetie, while they hot.
Malcolm lays back on the pillow and she holds out the eggs to him.
MALCOLM
Sure wish your mama and papa could see you now.
And that ofay you gonna marry.
30 EXT. A BEACH - BRIGHT SUNLIGHT - DAY
Malcolm and Laura are on a deserted Cape beach. They are dressed but
have their shoes and socks off, and he has his trousers rolled up. They
walk, like birds, avoiding getting their feet wet as the waves roll in.
LAURA
Malcolm, you can be anything you want. You got
class and you're smart.
MALCOLM
All them books you read and you still don't
know nuthin.
LAURA
I do know I love you.
Laura stops him and moves to him. Her kiss is a tender one, exploratory.
Then Malcolm responds, embracing her fully. Her arms go around him as
they both drop into the sand.
CLOSE - MALCOLM AND LAURA
LAURA
Oh, Malcolm, I love you. Please, there's no one
around. Now?
Malcolm turns his head from her, he gets up.
MALCOLM
Let's go.
LAURA
Why? Is it because of your white gal? Folks say
you're running around town with her.
MALCOLM
Save it, baby. Save it for Mr. Right, 'cause
your grandma's smarter than ya think.
She looks at him.
LAURA
She raised me, my mother died when I was six.
Is your mother alive?
MALCOLM
Yeah, she's alive.
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33 INT. DRUGSTORE - EVENING
Laura is eating a banana split. Malcolm is smoking and drinking coffee.
MALCOLM
You know how dumb I was? I used to think that
"Not For Sale" was a brand name.
Laura looks over. She doesn't understand.
34 INT. LITTLE KITCHEN - DAY
Louise's hand reaches for a small sack of flour stamped "Not For Sale."
She brings it down on the table with a hard, controlled whap.
MISS DUNNE'S VOICE
I did knock.
Louise doesn't look up.
LOUISE
Did you hear me say come in?
WIDEN TO SHOW Louise with a WHITE SOCIAL WORKER, MISS DUNNE complete
with pad, pencil and goodwill. Huddled out of sight, but nonetheless
visible, are five small BLACK CHILDREN.
MISS DUNNE
There's no point in fighting about it. I'm
sorry. May I sit down?
Louise is very aware of the children and struggling for self-possession.
LOUISE
As you nice enough to ask, we'll git you one.
One of the children brings over a chair. Miss Dunne sets out her papers.
MISS DUNNE
It's the same questions, Mrs. Little. Since the
death of your husband--
LOUISE
Murder.
MISS DUNNE
-- there is a serious question as to whether --
LOUISE
These are my children. Mine. And they ain't
no question. None.
MISS DUNNE
I think sometimes, Mrs. Little, candor is the
only kindness.
PAN THE CHILDREN'S FACES
MISS DUNNE (contd)
All of your children are delinquent, Mrs.
Little, and one, at least, Malcolm is a thief.
LOUISE
Get out.
MISS DUNNE
(still sitting)
Your control over your children, therefore--
LOUISE
Did you hear me?!
MISS DUNNE
You'll regret this, Mrs. Little.
LOUISE
If you don't move out through that door, you're
going to be past all regretting.
The terror-stricken children huddle together.
FREEZE FRAME. It becomes a still.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
We were parceled out, all five of us. I went to
this reform school and lived at this woman's
house. She was in charge.
34A A SMALL CLEAN ROOM WITH A COT, A CHAIR AND A BUREAU.
MRS. SWERLIN
(motherly, friendly)
This is your room, Malcolm. I know you'll keep
it clean.
34B A DINING ROOM TABLE. FIVE WHITE BOYS AROUND IT.
MRS. SWERLIN
This is Malcolm, our new guest. We'll treat him
like a brother.
34C A CLASSROOM.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
I was special. The only colored kid in class. I
became a sort of mascot. Like a pink poodle.
34D KIDS PLAYING IN THE SCHOOL YARD.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
I didn't know then that I was a nigger.
MALCOLM PLAYING BASKETBALL.
34E MALCOLM SPEAKING BEFORE HIS CLASS.
34F MALCOLM DOING HOMEWORK.
34G A HORSE HAVING ITS TEETH EXAMINED.
MRS SWERLIN
He's bright.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
They talked about me like
34G CONTD
MRS SWERLIN (contd) MALCOLM'S VOICE (contd)
Good grades. I wasn't there. Like I was some
Fine athlete. kind of pedigreed dog or a horse.
President of his class. Like I was invisible.
36 INT. OSTROWSKI'S CLASSROOM - DAY
OSTROWSKI is talking to Malcolm, it's after school, the classroom is
empty.
OSTROWSKI
The important thing is to be realistic. We all
like you. You know that. But you're a nigger
and a lawyer is no realistic goal for a
nigger...
MALCOLM
But why, Mr. Ostrowski? I get the best grades.
I'm the class president. I want to be a lawyer.
36 INT. THE DRUGSTORE - P.M.
Laura and Malcolm. Neither is talking. She is simply watching him as he
sips his coffee and puffs on a cigarette.
36A INT. OSTROWSKI'S CLASSROOM - DAY
OSTROWSKI
...Think about something you can be. You're
good with your hands. People would give you
work. I would myself. Why don't you become a
carpenter? That's a good profession for a
nigra. Wasn't your pa a carpenter?
Malcolm is silent.
OSTROWSKI (contd)
Jesus was a carpenter.
36B INT. THE DRUGSTORE - P.M.
CLOSE - LAURA
LAURA
It's not the end of the world, Malcolm.
37 OMIT
38 EXT. A SIGN - BLINDING SUNLIGHT - DAY
It reads "KALAMAZOO STATE HOSPITAL FOR THE MENTALLY INSANE"
39 INT. A ROOM IN THE HOSPITAL - DAY
The room is totally white and Louise sits in a white smock at a window
in a rocking chair.
CLOSE LOUISE
As she rocks.
LOUISE
I said it just as plain, I said, don't let them
feed that boy no pig, because he got enough of
the devil in him already. I told her she ain't
got no reason talk to me that way cuz' my hair
blow in the wind. You want my skin. All right,
I'll give it to you. I'll scrape it off. See
how you like it.
ANGLE - Louise starts to sing a Negro spiritual.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
He has been standing there in deep pain all along.
THE SOUND OF A SPEEDING TRAIN IS HEARD.
40 EXT. THE YANKEE CLIPPER - DAY
The crack train of the New York, New Haven & Hartford speeds through
the New England countryside.
41 INT. GALLEY OF TRAIN - NIGHT
THREE ELDERLY BLACK WAITERS and Malcolm wearing a sandwichman's uniform
are crowded around a portable radio in the galley where food is
prepared. The four stand around TULLY, a bland-faced personification of
fine Pullman service. They are all listening to the JOE LOUIS-BILLY
CONN heavyweight championship fight.
TULLY
Nigger, shut up so we can hear.
MALCOLM
C'mon, Joe.
WAITER #1
Turn it up, Tully.
TULLY
It is up. Fool be quiet.
WAITER #2
Tully, move the antenna. . . .
Tully turns some knobs.
WAITER #3
This Mick is tough.
TULLY
Joe is just playing possum. He's waiting for an
opening.
The waiters are acting as if they are at ringside.
RADIO ANNOUNCER
A left jab to the jaw and a right cross, scored
by Louis and Conn is hurt, as Louis rips a
right to the jaw. Conn is staggering, but he
won't go down. Conn bops a left hook, he's
reeling around the ring. Louis hooks a left and
a right to the jaw and Conn is down.
The waiters are going crazy.
RADIO ANNOUNCER
He's taking the count, four, five, six, seven,
he's on his back, eight, nine, he's getting up,
no! The referee says it's over. The bout has
stopped.
The waiters are all jumping up and down when the galley door opens. MR.
COOPER, the white man in charge of the kitchen, pops his head in.
COOPER
What in hell's going on?
In a moment's notice Tully and the others have resumed their customary
servient roles.
TULLY
Nothing, Mr. Cooper.
COOPER
Got a lot of hungry customers out there.
TULLY
Yes sir, Mr. Cooper, soup done finished.
MALCOLM
On my way, Mr. Charlie.
Cooper eyes him narrowly.
COOPER
The name is Mr. Cooper and don't you forget it.
Mr. Cooper.
RADIO ANNOUNCER
The winner and still champion, Joe Louis, but
what a fight Billy Conn gave.
42 OMIT
43 OMIT
44 OMIT
45 INT. A PASSENGER TRAIN - DAY
As Malcolm hefts his sandwich basket and a large container of coffee
down the aisle, hawking as he goes.
MALCOLM
Get your good haaaam and cheeeeese sandwiches.
I got coffee, I got cake and I got ice cream
too. Right chere.
ANGLE FAVORING A WHITE CUSTOMER, BLADES.
BLADES
Hey, boy. Gimme a cheese on white and coffee.
Malcolm's mood is exuberant: the fight is still in his ears. He makes
the delivery with a flourish and a smile.
MALCOLM
Yes, sir. Best in the house.
BLADES
You mighty pleased with yourself, boy.
MALCOLM
Yes, sir. I aims to please.
BLADES
I like you, boy.
45A INSERT - FANTASY PROJECTION. Malcolm picks up a slab of cream pie and
pushes it in Blades' face.
45B BACK TO THE PASSENGER CAR
Normality again: Malcolm finishes serving him with complete servility.
He pulls out a bill.
BLADES
Keep the change.
And takes a satisfying bite out of his thin sandwich.
46 EXT. THE RAILROAD TRACKS IN HARLEM - P.M.
As the Clipper surfaces in Harlem, pulls up to the 125th Street
station.
47 EXT. 125TH STREET STATION - P.M.
Malcolm, out of uniform and dressed in his zoot suit, comes down from
the Park Avenue station in Harlem. He is hit with the sights and sounds.
Everything delights him: the noise, the lights, the women, the pimps,
the signs, the windows, the crowds, the laughter, the music.
48 OMIT
49 OMIT
50 OMIT
51 ANGLE - CROWD
A CROWD OF PEOPLE run by Malcolm yelling and screaming.
CROWD
The Brown Bomber, The Brown Bomber, Joe Louis,
the heavyweight champion of the world. Joe got
the belt back. Lawd have mercy. Great day in
the morning.
50A CLOSE - MALCOLM
He runs after them.
50B EXT. 125TH AND LENOX AVENUE
All traffic has stopped, there is a huge spontaneous celebration going
on. Black folks are everywhere, it seems as if all of Harlem is out on
the streets. The citizens of Harlem are hugging, kissing, drinking,
dancing, folks are hanging from street lamps, yelling out their
windows, holding up hand-made JOE LOUIS banners, everyone has great
reason to be joyous. The heavyweight champion of the world is a BLACK
MAN -- JOE LOUIS, THE BROWN BOMBER, he has regained his championship.
CLOSE: - MALCOLM
Malcolm quickly looks at his watch, he's running late for his train, as
he fights his way through the crowd like a salmon going upstream, the
CAMERA CRANES up to see him eventually get lost in a sea of BLACK
HUMANITY "cutting loose."
FADE OUT.
51- OMIT
56- OMIT
FADE IN:
57 EXT. SEVENTH AVENUE - NIGHT
Malcolm, newly conked and sharp as a tack (zoot suit, trouser crease
like a knife's edge, orange knob-toed shoes) walks toward his goal:
Small's Paradise.
The street is crowded with PEOPLE, KIDS and HUSTLERS.
YOUNG HOOKER
Slow down, daddy, what's your hurry? Lemme show
you somepin brand new.
Malcolm smiles "No thanks" keeps moving.
HUSTLER
Hey, man, hundred-dollar ring -- diamond; and a
ninety dollar watch. Take the both of them for
a quarter; twenty-five bucks.
Malcolm waves; he's not having any. Goes on.
58 EXT. SMALL'S PARADISE - NIGHT
Before entering, Malcolm sharps himself a bit, picking off some lint,
cocking his hat. And enters.
59 INT. SMALL'S PARADISE - NIGHT
The restaurant is crowded, both at the bar and at the tables beyond.
The immediate impression is of subdued well-being, of decorum, of easy
affluence. This is the world Malcolm wants into. He digs it, drinking
in its details.
ANGLE - BAR
A big man, FOX, accidentally bumps into Malcolm almost knocking over.
MALCOLM
The word is excuse me.
FOX
Look, country boy, you shouldn't have been in
my way.
Everyone becomes quiet in the bar.
FOX (contd)
So what are you gonna do? Go run home to your
Mama.
Malcolm grabs a bottle off the bar counter and with lightning speed
brings it crashing down on Fox's head. As he lays on the floor with
head bleeding, Malcolm kicks him in the stomach _two times_. It's done,
the fight is over and people pull him off of Fox.
MALCOLM
Don't ever again in life step on my Florsheims
again, and never talk-bout my mother.
ANGLE WITH MALCOLM AND THE BARTENDER
MALCOLM
Gimme a whiskey.
BARTENDER pours him a double.
MALCOLM
I ordered a single, Jack.
BARTENDER
The double's on that gentleman. Jack!
He points.
ARCHIE AT THE TABLE - FROM MALCOLM'S POV
The elderly man nods. He is big, he is very black. The same color as
Malcolm's father.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
He raises his glass, toasts Archie and downs it. Then leaning into the
bar, asks:
MALCOLM
Who is he, man?
BARTENDER
That's West Indian Archie.
MALCOLM
Whut's he do?
The bartender would not normally answer this, but Malcolm is the man of
the moment, so the bartender speaks:
BARTENDER
This and that.
Malcolm nods, then looks over again at Archie -- in appreciation.
Archie wiggles a finger for him to come over.
59A AT ARCHIE'S TABLE
Malcolm is standing.
ARCHIE
Sit down. We ain't fixing to eat you. You look
brand new in town. Pretty handy with a bottle.
MALCOLM
He had it coming.
Malcolm sits. There are no introductions. He just nods at SAMMY and
CADILLAC.
ARCHIE
What they call you?
MALCOLM
Red, and I ain't no punk.
ARCHIE
You better not be. Cause if a cat toe you down
in this town, you better stand up or make
tracks.
SAMMY
Man live by his rep.
ARCHIE
That's a fact. What you do, boy?
MALCOLM
I'm working trains. Selling.
ARCHIE
Bet you like that shit.
MALCOLM
Keeps me out of the army.
ARCHIE
When they want your ass, won't nothing keep you
out.
MALCOLM
Not this boy... I ain't fighting their war. I
got my own. Right chere. Heard tell you're a
good man to know.
ARCHIE
Heard where?
MALCOLM
Where I come from. Boston.
Sammy and Cadillac are watching a little skeptically. Archie is
flattered.
ARCHIE
Sombitch and I ain't never been to Beantown.
MALCOLM
Man's rep travels.
ARCHIE
How 'bout that?
Then seeing Sammy and Cadillac's dubious visages, Archie adds:
ARCHIE (contd)
You ain't bullshitting me, is you, boy?
MALCOLM
My papa taught me one thing: don't never
bullshit a West Indian bullshit artist.
Archie laughs. Even Sammy smiles. Cadillac still holds his judgment.
ARCHIE
Is your papa West Indian?
MALCOLM
No, my mama. She's from Grenada.
ARCHIE
I like you, country.
SAMMY
Only where'd you get them goddam vines.
CADILLAC
And them shoes. Oh, my.
ARCHIE
Yeah, got to do something about you.
SAMMY
You putting a hurtin' on my vision.
Sammy covers his eyes. Malcolm plays off the insults.
MALCOLM
Where can I get a hold of you?
ARCHIE
YOU can't. I'll get a hold of you.
MALCOLM
Lemme write it down for you.
Malcolm reaches for a pencil.
ARCHIE
Don't never write nothing down. File it up
here, like I do.
(touching his head)
'Cause if they can't find no paper they ain't
got no proof. Ya dig?
MALCOLM
Yes, sir.
Archie looks at him sharply.
ARCHIE
Boy, look me in the face.
Malcolm does so.
ARCHIE (contd)
Did you just now con me?
MALCOLM
Yes, sir.
ARCHIE
Why?
MALCOLM
'Cause I want in. And it don't take a lot to
know you there, daddy.
Archie and Sammy laugh at his directness. Cadillac smiles. Archie
pushes back his chair, about to get up.
ARCHIE
I got me a little run to make.
Malcolm has suddenly been excluded and he wants desperately back in.
MALCOLM
Can I run with you, Mr. Archie?
Archie eyes him, weighing him seriously.
ARCHIE
I like your heart and I like your style. You
might just do, Little. Lessen you got to git
back to that train job.
MALCOLM
I done told the man what he could do with his
train.
ARCHIE
When?
MALCOLM
Just now.
The three established hustlers smile at the newcomer in their midst.
ARCHIE
Come on, baby. We going shopping...
60 OMIT
61 OMIT
62 OMIT
63 INT. ARCHIE'S ROOM - NIGHT
Malcolm is looking at himself in a mirror in Archie's room. He has on
the full outfit now, together with a new white on white shirt and a
Sulka tie. Looks great.
ARCHIE
Just the middle button, baby. Just the middle
one.
Malcolm buttons the jacket and turns around, demonstrating for Archie's
inspection.
ARCHIE (contd)
You looking good, Little. Real clean. Clean as
the Board of Health. But you missing something.
MALCOLM
What?
ARCHIE
Frisk me, baby. Give me a real pat down.
Malcolm doesn't understand, but he senses something -- and becomes
excited. Archie has walked over to him.
ARCHIE (contd)
Go ahead. Do me.
Malcolm frisks him carefully: pats his sides, his pockets, under his
arms, his legs. Archie is clean to the touch.
ARCHIE (contd)
(triumphantly)
And I'm still carrying.
He smacks the small of his back. Then, reaching under his coat, he
takes a revolver out from the middle of his back. And hands it to
Malcolm.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Holding the deadly instrument, fascinated by it, hefting it, feeling
its power.
ARCHIE
It's yours, baby. Put it on.
Malcolm slips it carefully into the small of his back, behind his
trouser belt. His first gun: the feeling shines in his eyes, Bogart has
become a black man.
ARCHIE (contd)
How's it feel?
MALCOLM
Solid, daddy.
ARCHIE
Okay, baby. Now you outfitted. You ready to
tackle the street?
MALCOLM
Let 'em come. I'm ready.
64 INT/EXT. VARIOUS LOCATIONS - SERIES OF CLOSE SHOTS
A FIVE DOLLAR BILL. CAMERA GOES IN for the last three digits.
64A STOCK MARKET BOARD at the end of a day's trading. GO IN for the last
three numbers.
64B PREACHER in a pulpit, reading from the Bible.
PREACHER
Let us turn to the Gospel according to St.
John. Chapter 3, Verse 83.
A VOICE
3, 8, 3.
Malcolm scribbles the number onto a piece of paper.
64C A CASH REGISTER
Ringing up an amount: $2.98.
A VOICE
2, 9, 8.
Malcolm's hand writes out the number.
64D CLOSE - TRAIN TERMINAL SIGN
It reads "New York to Chicago." PAN DOWN TO SHOW "Train arrives 1:05."
VOICE
1, 0, 5.
Archie with Malcolm as the latter writes down "1, 0, 5."
ARCHIE
I told you less paper, less trouble.
MALCOLM
I'm working on it.
ARCHIE
I keep all my numbers in my head. I've never
written any down.
He taps his head.
64E CLOSE - FACE OF AN ELDERLY WOMAN
ELDERLY WOMAN
I saw it in my dream. 5, 5, 5. And last week my
sister had a dream and she hit.
64F CLOSE - FACE OF AN ELDERLY BARBER
BARBER
I got it from Ching Chow. It got to be 2, 5, 1.
65 OMIT
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67 OMIT
68 OMIT
68A INT. MOVIE THEATRE - NIGHT
CLOSE - MALCOLM
WE ARE TIGHT ON Malcolm's intense face, he is pulling on a fat joint.
We hear BOGART blasting his way out of a police blockade.
A phone rings.
69 OMIT
70 OMIT
71 INT. ARCHIE'S ROOM - NIGHT
There is music playing. Wordlessly, Archie sprinkles a few grains of
fine crystal onto a round shaving mirror. He slides it across a table
to Malcolm and hands him a short straw. Sophia sits next to Malcolm;
she and Archie are already high. Malcolm leans over the mirror, placing
the straw in his nostril.
TIGHT CLOSE SHOT - MALCOLM'S FACE
In the mirror (something satanic about him) -- as he sniffs the cocaine
well into his nose.
A beat as he leans back waiting for the drug to take hold, Malcolm
looks into dressing mirror.
ARCHIE
It hit?
MALCOLM
Nnnnnnn!
Malcolm with gun in hand does his Bogart gangster imitation.
ARCHIE
Ain't nuthin' in the world to give you that
real deep cool. Like girl. You there?
MALCOLM
I'm there, daddy. Wheww. I'm cool enough to
kill.
ARCHIE
Bet you are.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
FREEZE FRAME
SOPHIA'S VOICE
Malcolm, you're so funny.
She continues to laugh.
BACK TO REAL TIME.
MALCOLM
You got any money.
Before Sophia can answer he grabs her pocketbook, dumping all the
contents on the floor but the dough.
SOPHIA
Baby, I was gonna give it to you.
MALCOLM
Well, bitch you move too slow.
ARCHIE
Sometimes you got a big ugly mouth.
MALCOLM
Yeah, and I'm putting my money where my ugly
mouth is. I'm putting you back in the numbers
right now.
(to Sophia)
Baby, what's today?
Sophia is not sure of this, or anything else.
SOPHIA
August 2nd. I think. Yeah.
She laughs at her achievement.
MALCOLM
Daddy, put me down for a combination. Combinate
me, daddy: 8, 2, 1. You got me? 8, 1, 2; 1, 8,
2...
With each number he throws a bill at Archie.
MALCOLM (contd)
1, 2, 8; 2, 8, 1. I git 'em all?
ARCHIE
(angrily taking the money)
I'll take your goddam bet.
Malcolm slides his tongue down Sophia's throat.
72 OMIT
73 OMIT
74 OMIT
75 EXT. SMALL'S PARADISE - NIGHT
A miserable night, raining and cold. Malcolm turns into the bar.
76 INT. THE BAR - NIGHT
Shaking off the rain as Malcolm walks through. He is now a familiar
figure to the bar's DENIZENS. He is met with ad lib cries: "Hey,
Little," "Have a taste," from the men; and from the women: "Come here,
sugar," "Where you been?"
Malcolm acknowledges the greetings, strolls down in the bar. It's
immediately clear that a subtle change has come over him. He is no
longer the neophyte but a well-groomed, smooth, fully polished hustler.
ANGLE - BOOTH
Malcolm sits into the booth and motions for the waitress.
ANGLE - HONEY
A fine copper tan waitress comes to him.
HONEY
I thought you said we were going to the movies
last night.
MALCOLM
I say a lot of things.
HONEY
And like a fool I believe it.
MALCOLM
Do your job, Get me a bourbon on the rocks and
a pack of Lucky's.
Honey stares at him.
MALCOLM (contd)
I said now.
She leaves. He leans his head back against the booth --
A FEMALE VOICE
Daniel come in yet, Honey?
Malcolm turns his head sharply at the sound of the voice. It's
familiar, a sound from the seemingly distant past. He looks toward the
bar and sees the women who asked the question.
LAURA - MALCOLM'S POV
It's Laura, but not the Laura we last saw. She is still young, still
vulnerable, but she is bolder, more self-assured, more vividly dressed.
She is unaware of Malcolm.
HONEY
Ain't that him now?
ANGLE FAVORING DANIEL. He is a young, cocky, nervous, gingerbread
colored boy who comes over to her quickly. He goes to the corner of the
bar and quickly grabs Laura's neck and kisses her hungrily.
DANIEL
Hey, gorgeous, how you been? Waiting long?
Lemme see you. Wow!
It's obvious he's a junkie. And in need of a fix. QUICK!
SHOT - MALCOLM
Honey places his drink and cigarettes before him. He's watching, taking
it all in immediately. Laura is clearly crazy about Daniel.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
He looks, then belts down his drink.
CLOSER - LAURA AND DANIEL
Daniel motions to her pocketbook and she takes out a five-dollar bill.
He grabs it, and bolts for the door.
WITH MALCOLM AND HONEY
She has been watching Malcolm.
HONEY
You know that gal?
MALCOLM
Mind your own goddamn business ... She comes in
a lot?
HONEY
'Bout every other night, Red.
MALCOLM
With him?
Honey nods.
MALCOLM (contd)
She know?
HONEY
If she got eyes, she do.
ANGLE - LAURA
Walking toward the door, looking for Daniel. She leaves the bar.
CLOSE - MALCOLM AND HONEY
MALCOLM
Is she hooking?
HONEY
Not yet. But the way things going, that boy
gonna turn her out any day.
Malcolm smacks the table in frustration.
HONEY (contd)
You stuck on her?
CLOSE - GLASS
Malcolm's glass on the table is trembling.
MALCOLM
Shut up, bitch.
He raises his arm to hit her and it is held back before it can find its
mark.
ARCHIE
Don't do that.
Archie is standing above him. Malcolm nods, and Archie lets his arm go;
standing next to him is Sophia.
ARCHIE (contd)
Honey, he didn't mean it.
Archie wiggles his fingers and Honey goes, but not before throwing
daggers at Malcolm and Sophia. Archie sits down, takes out a cigar. For
a good beat there is a coolness between them. Then Malcolm reaches over
and lights Archie's cigar. Sophia stares at her man, he then motions
for her to sit down beside him.
ARCHIE (contd)
Thanks. You got it. Who's beating on you, Red?
You looking a little up tight.
The father-son thing is back, but Malcolm will never again be the
student.
MALCOLM
Daddy, where's my money?
ARCHIE
What you talking?
MALCOLM
You owe me six big ones.
Archie looks at him, non-comprehending.
MALCOLM
1, 2, 8 hit, didn't it?
ARCHIE
You din't have no 1, 2, 8.
MALCOLM
Was you that high? Old man, I threw the slats at
you. I said to combinate me.
ARCHIE
You never had it.
MALCOLM
The bitch was there.
Archie doesn't even look at Sophia.
ARCHIE
Shit, what else she gonna say?
MALCOLM
Then skip it, man. But you slipping, baby. You
done slipped.
Archie is controlling himself. Everyone in Small's is all ears, a
falling out between Malcolm and Archie -- their reps are at stake.
ANGLE. Archie looks at Sammy. Sammy is neutral. Archie digs in his
pockets, comes up with a roll. He peels off six $100 bills and throws
them on the table in front of himself, as he gets up.
MALCOLM
Oh, sit down, man. What you tasting? I'm buying.
ARCHIE
I ain't drinking hot piss with you. Come on, Sam.
SAMMY
Be right there.
Archie goes.
SAMMY (contd)
Twenty-two years he didn't never forget no
number.
MALCOLM
Got to be a first time, daddy-o.
SAMMY
He gonna, check the collector he turn into. His
rep is on the line, boy, and so's yours. If you
lying, one of you is dead.
MALCOLM
Ain't gonna be this mother.
Sammy goes.
MALCOLM (contd)
Come on, sweetlips, I got us some g-i-r-l,
girl. Let's you and me fly.
77 OMIT
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82 OMIT
83 OMIT
84 OMIT
85 EXT. ONYX CLUB - NIGHT
The well-known 52nd Street nightspot features Billie Holiday. A
stand-up cutout of her is outside.
86 INT. ONYX CLUB - NIGHT
This is a plush nightclub, with a mixed black and white AUDIENCE. Some
of the hustlers from Small's are in evidence.
CLOSE - BILLIE
Lady Day starts into "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS."
ANGLE - TABLE
Malcolm and Sophia high as a kite and on the town.
CLOSE - ARCHIE
He makes his way toward Malcolm's table. There is murder in his eyes.
ANGLE - TABLE
ARCHIE
You're a damn liar.
CLOSE - ARCHIE
ARCHIE (contd)
You _took_ me, you bastard, and now I'm taking
you.
ANGLE - TABLE
MALCOLM
It's me or you, ain't it, Pops?
ARCHIE
You know it.
MALCOLM
I'll give you back the 600.
ARCHIE
I don't want your money.
MALCOLM
I'm wearing, Archie.
ARCHIE
There's two guns on you.
His eyes gesture. Malcolm looks:
MALCOLM'S P0V
Sammy at the nearby bar: his hand in his coat pocket.
CLOSE - ARCHIE
His hand is also in his pocket.
MALCOLM
And every cat's watching, ain't they? It's a
toe-down.
ARCHIE
That's what it is. Walk on out.
MALCOLM
Let Billie finish.
ARCHIE
Now.
Archie backs away from the table, his gun on Malcolm.
ANGLE. As Sammy moves a step toward Malcolm, Malcolm rises in his seat.
SOPHIA
You had the number.
MALCOLM
Baby, I got to let this old man win. Keep the
faith, and tell Billie I'll see her later.
CLOSE - BILLIE
She knows what's going on.
ANGLE - Sammy and Archie are walking behind Malcolm, when he pushes a
waitress into their path with drinks flying everywhere, Malcolm darts
away.
87 INT. ENTRANCE TO THE TOILET
He races into the men's room.
ANGLE. Archie and Sammy run after him.
88 INT. MEN'S ROOM - NIGHT
There is an open window. Archie is leaning out, looking both ways.
89 EXT. OUTSIDE THE MEN'S ROOM WINDOW - NIGHT FROM ARCHIE'S POV
A tiny alleyway. No one is visible.
ARCHIE
The dirty yellow rat bastard.
90 INT. MEN~S ROOM - NIGHT
SAMMY
Don't push it. You way ahead. You back on top.
That boy loves you, man.
ARCHIE
What you say?
SAMMY
He gave it to you, Archie. He did.
91 EXT. THE STREET - NIGHT
Malcolm comes running out of an alleyway and onto the street. He stops
to catch his breath, to regain his composure. He is shook up,
frustrated, but mostly saddened. He then runs down the block and into a
CLOSEUP.
91A INT. LITTLE HOUSE - LANSING MICHIGAN - NIGHT (REMEMBERED TIME) -
FINAL FLASHBACK
CLOSE - EARL
Earl is sitting up in bed, he wakes his sleeping wife Louise, next to
her is a baby in a crib, another child. Malcolm sleeps between Earl and
her.
91AA ANGLE - HOUSE
Outside the house are 5 members of THE BLACK LEGION. They are dressed
in the style of the KKK, but in black sheets rather than white. WE SEE
gasoline cans being passed around.
EARL
Somebody out there. Wake the children.
Earl starts to put on his overalls and reaches for his gun which sits
on a nearby chair when an explosion of flames greets the house.
EARL (contd)
Everybody out. OUT! OUT! Get the kids.
ANGLE - CHILDREN'S BEDROOM
Flames roar through the room and the Little kids are hysterical. Louise
rushes in and pushes them past the fire, she has infant in hand covered
in a blanket.
CLOSE - EARL
91C EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT
The entire house is in flames. The Little family stands in front of it,
just out of harm's way.
ANGLE - BLACK LEGION
They sit on their horses watching the results of their work.
CLOSE - BLACK LEGION LEADER
BLACK LEGION LEADER
Boy, good thing we're good Christians. Nigger,
it's time for you to leave this town.
CLOSE - EARL
EARL
This here is 'pose to be a free country.
CLOSE - BLACK LEGION LEADER
BLACK LEGION LEADER
Rev, we warned you 'bout that Garvey preaching,
stirring up the good nigras here. Boy, next
time you're a dead nigger.
CLOSE - EARL
EARL
I ain't a boy. I'm a man, and a real man don't
hide behind no bedsheets.
Earl takes his pistol out from behind his back and fires above their
heads.
EARL (contd)
Take these here bullets for dem sheets.
ANGLE - BLACK LEGION
The bullets send the Black Legion flying into the glorious D.W. Griffith
moonlit night.
ANGLE - HOUSE
The burning house collapses behind the Little family.
ANGLE - EARL AND LOUISE
LOUISE
Earl, I know you a better shot than that. You
shoulda killed 'em all, shot 'em dead.
EARL
Just wanted to scare 'em, they won't be
bothering us no more.
CLOSE - YOUNG MALCOLM
Young Malcolm stares at his father while the house still burns behind
him, no doubt drawing on the great courage displayed by his father.
EARL
They won't be here no time soon. I'm a MAN!
91D EXT. STREET - LANSING - NIGHT (REMEMBERED TIME)
It's raining cats and dogs and it's foggy. We hear a big thud, then a
grunt and Earl Little falls across the trolley tracks, the sound of men
running away is heard in the distance.
ANGLE - A STREETCAR APPROACHES
ANGLE - EARL ON TRACKS
He has been beaten to a bloody pulp.
ANGLE - CLOSER SHOT OF STREETCAR APPROACHING
CLOSE - EARL
He opens his one good eye.
CLOSE - STREETCAR MOTORMAN
He sees something ahead in the fog and rain.
ANGLE - MOTORMAN'S POV
CLOSE - HAND REACHES BRAKE LEVER
CLOSE - STREETCAR WHEELS STOPPING, SPARKS FLY
CLOSE - MOTORMAN
Winces and then makes the Sign of the Cross.
ANGLE - LONG SHOT OF PASSENGERS
Jumping out of the streetcar to attend to Earl.
PASSENGER'S VOICE
Somebody get a doctor.
MOTORMAN'S VOICE
No doctor, get him a priest.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X
My father's skull, on one side was crushed in,
and then laid across some tracks, for a
streetcar to run him over. His body was cut
almost in half. My father, Earl Little lived
two and a half hours in that condition. Negroes
were stronger than they are now.
92 INT. A CAR - NIGHT
Shorty is driving with Sophia in the front seat. Malcolm is in the
back. They are in the country -- outside New York.
SHORTY
Man, I'm glad we got you out of there. With
West Indian Archie on your ass, your name on
the wire -- Boston the best goddam place in the
world for you -- things are too hot and it's
not even summer.
Malcolm has withdrawn within himself. He takes out a packet of cocaine
and sniffs it.
SOPHIA
We'll take it easy. I got a place fixed up on
Harvard Square. How's that sound?
SHORTY
Yeah. Cool it and lay dead for a while, Homeboy.
And don't worry none.
The drug takes hold. Malcolm is out of it.
SHORTY (contd)
I'll stake you, baby. I got my band. I'm
blowing great sax. Hell, you ain't even heard
us--
He and Sophia keep talking it up, trying to bolster Malcolm.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Stoned, his nose running, Malcolm stares out of the window at the
receding landscape. FREEZE FRAME.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X
Like every hustler I was trapped. Cats that
hung together trying to find a little security,
to find an answer -- found nothing. Cats that
might have probed space or cured cancer --
(Hell, Archie might have been a mathematical
genius) -- all victims of whitey's social order.
Music of a dance combo heard in BG.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
Three things I was always scared of: a job, a
bust and jail. I realized then I wasn't afraid
of anything. I didn't care.
93 OMIT
94 INT. HARVARD SQUARE APARTMENT - DAY
Shorty, Sophia and PEG face Malcolm -- stoned in a chair. PEG is 17,
Sophia's kid sister and Shorty's date.
SHORTY
You got to eat somethin', Red.
SOPHIA
You want eggs, baby?
MALCOLM
Yeah and get a slave, too, huh, baby?
SHORTY
I ain't doing bad.
MALCOLM
Man, the name musicians ain't got shit. How you
gonna have something? I need a stake, a bundle,
a grand. My woman can't afford it; my homey
ain't got it. How about you baby? What you got?
Peg smiles, afraid of Malcolm.
SHORTY
Jesus, Red, she's just a kid.
MALCOLM
Jesus ain't got nothin' to do with this.
Shorty eyes him with amazement. The degree of Malcolm's depravity
surprises even him.
MALCOLM
Surprise you, baby? Well, that's the way it is.
What kind of scratch you got on you? Turn out.
Let me have it. All of you--
Glances exchanged among Shorty, Sophia and Peg. Shorty reaches into his
pocket.
95 INT. HARVARD SQUARE APARTMENT - NIGHT
Malcolm with Sophia, Shorty and Peg around him.
MALCOLM
We gone rob this town blind. Anybody want out
say so.
Nobody answers; they'll go with Malcolm.
MALCOLM (contd)
Okay. I got the stake and I got a fence. I need
a driver.
PEG
How about Rudy?
MALCOLM
Who's Rudy?
SHORTY
Yeah, Rudy.
JUMP CUT:
95A SAME LOCATION - LATER
RUDY is with them. He is a good-looking, very-light skinned black,
tough as they come.
RUDY
I'm half wop, half nigger and ain't afraid of
no one.
MALCOLM
What can you do?
They are in the process of appraising each other, seeing which one has
the bigger penis.
RUDY
You name it, feller.
SHORTY
Rudy does catering. Rich joints on Beacon Hill.
MALCOLM
That ain't bad.
SHORTY
Tell him about Baldy.
RUDY
Yeah. This rich ofay, like he's 60. I give him
a bath on Friday.
Peg and Sophia are listening, a little horrified.
RUDY (contd)
Then I put him to bed and pour talcum powder on
him like a baby. He gets his jollies off.
MALCOLM
So what about him?
RUDY
So? The man got silver, china, rugs--
MALCOLM
Might be all right.
RUDY
Might be, shit. Man, I know this town. I got my
own fences. Who the hell are you? Who put you
in charge?
Malcolm smiles easily.
MALCOLM
You want to be the head man?
RUDY
That's right.
MALCOLM
Head nigger in charge?
RUDY
I'm the man.
MALCOLM
Okay, baby. Let's flip for it. Flip this.
He takes out his gun, a .38 revolver. He dumps the shells on the table,
then reinserts one shell and twirls the barrel.
MALCOLM (contd)
I'll flip first.
He puts the revolver to his own head.
PEG
Don't.
Malcolm squeezes the trigger. It clicks. Now he twirls the barrel again
and hands the gun to Rudy.
MALCOLM
Your flip, baby.
Rudy is staring at him; so are they all. Malcolm puts the gun to his
temple again.
SOPHIA
Red, for God's sake--
He pulls the trigger a second time. Click. Now he twirls it again.
SHORTY
Christ, Red, no--
PEG
I can't stand it.
Malcolm puts the gun to Rudy's head.
MALCOLM
Your turn, Rudy. You want me to flip for you?
RUDY
Jesus Christ, no. Okay, okay. You got it, you
got it! You're the boss.
A beat.
MALCOLM
Don't never try to cross someone who ain't
afraid to die.
SHORTY
You the man!
Nodding accord from Rudy and Shorty. Sophia can hardly stand.
MALCOLM
All right. We'll start with Old Talcum Powder.
You draw the house, where everything is. You
and Peg go out and buy them tools like I told
you. We hit tonight on account of in the
daytime some of us got that high visibility.
Ya dig?
Rudy is at a table drawing a diagram; the girls have left. Shorty and
Malcolm alone at a window.
SHORTY
What did you do, Homey, palm it?
MALCOLM
Yeah.
He breaks open the gun -- the bullet is in the next slot to be fired.
MALCOLM (contd)
Palmed it right in the goddam chamber.
SHORTY
Jesus Christ, Homey, you are nuts.
Malcolm starts laughing: a silent, hysterical laugh.
96 EXT/INT. A BEACON HILL HOUSE - NIGHT
The robbery, IN QUICK CUTS:
--A door lock is picked by Sophia.
96A --Pencil flashlight passes an upstairs window.
96B --Rudy in the car.
96C --Silver removed from a drawer by Shorty.
96D --Peg walking down the street, as lookout.
96E --Malcolm takes off his shoes.
96F --The sleeping OLD MAN, OLD TALCUM POWDER, as Malcolm takes a watch, a
wallet from within inches of his pillow. Then, more boldly, picks up
the man's hand and removes a ring from one of his fingers. Shorty
watching with bated breath, he's about to have a heart attack.
97 INT. MANSION - DAY
A Boston matron, MRS. CRAWFORD, is showing the girls her collection of
U.S. silver. In a fine New England home.
PEG
Beacon Hill survey.
SOPHIA
We're doing a survey for the Athenaeum Society
-- We wondered if you'd permit us to include
your collection in the catalog of Great New
England Antiques--?
MRS. CRAWFORD
Now these are my prizes. My Paul Revere silver
coffee service.
SHOT -- AN ARRANGEMENT OF MUSEUM-QUALITY PIECES
PEG
Lovely, just lovely.
Sophia is casing the room carefully as the matron continues.
MRS.CRAWFORD
And my husband's collection of scrimshaw should
be included.
SOPHIA
May we see it?
MRS. CRAWFORD
Won't you step this way?
97A OMIT
98 OMIT
98A OMIT
101 INT. A COURTROOM - DAY
The prisoners face the bench: Peg, Sophia, Shorty, Rudy and Malcolm.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X
The average first offender gets two years for
burglary. We were all first offenders. That's
what Sophia and Peg drew--
JUDGE
Two years in the Women's Reformatory at
Framingham.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X
But our crime wasn't burglary. It was balling
white girls. They gave us the book.
JUDGE
Burglary, count one -- 8 to 10 years; count two,
8 to 10 years; count three, 8 to 10 years...
He continues giving them 8 to 10 years, behind Malcolm's comment:
VOICE OF MALCOLM X
Fourteen counts of 8 to 10 years.
JUDGE
The sentences to run concurrently.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X
Shorty thought he hit us with 114 years till I
explained what concurrently meant. It meant a
minimum sentence of 10 years hard labor at the
Charlestown State Prison. The date was February
1946. I wasn't quite 21. I had not yet begun to
shave.
CAMERA HAS GONE IN for a TIGHT CLOSE SHOT of Malcolm's face: a hardened
hustler, pimp, dope peddler and now jailbird at the ripe old age of 20.
FREEZE FRAME.
CUT TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
102 INT. THE CELL CORRIDOR - DAY
It is the afternoon lockup: about 3:30 P.M. The line of PRISONERS
stands in front of their cells, as two guards, WILKINS and BARNES, one
white, one black, slowly walk past the P.M. check.
The procedure is routine, done without emotion, as it is done three
times a day: the black guard calls out the prisoner's name, the
prisoner answers with his number, then steps into his cell. Whereupon
the white guard slams the door shut and locks it.
GUARD WILKINS
Jackson.
PRISONER
A 231549.
Door is slammed and gate locked.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Each time a gate is locked his tension increases. His face is a mask
hiding his fury, violence and the hunger of an advanced junkie who has
not had a fix in over a week.
GUARD WILKINS
Crichlow.
SECOND PRISONER
A 5991301.
Same procedure.
ANGLE. SHOOTING PAST MALCOLM, FAVORING TWO OTHER PRISONERS. The guards
are approaching Malcolm's cell. Past Malcolm are two experienced
PRISONERS who have been watching Malcolm during the scene. They whisper
surreptitiously without moving their bodies, and barely moving their
lips. One of the prisoners is PETE, a huge barrel of a man, a lifer --
beaten by the system and a lifetime of incarceration. The other is
BEMBRY, a man of no great physicality, but who possesses immediately
the gift of leadership. It is clear that Pete and others look up to him
with great respect.
PETE
Looka Satan.
BEMBRY
I see him.
Bembry's language is very unhip. He speaks carefully. He respects words
and he respects himself, something which sets him apart from all the
other prisoners.
PETE
He bout to bust.
BEMBRY
No, he's not gonna bust. But he's not gonna fix
his face to please them, neither.
ANGLE. The check-in has reached the man next to Malcolm.
GUARD WILKINS
Harrington.
THIRD PRISONER
B 775717.
GUARD BARNES
Yeah. Lucky Seven.
Door slammed and locked.
CLOSE SHOT - MALCOLM
The guards are now in front of him.
GUARD WILKINS
Little.
Malcolm doesn't move.
GUARD BARNES
State your number.
Malcolm doesn't answer, doesn't blink.
GUARD WILKINS
Little.
ANGLE. Bembry in the FG of the scene.
BEMBRY
He's a new fish, Mr. Barnes. Give him a break.
It's a bold step by Bembry and the prisoners look over at him with
admiration. Barnes accepts the irregularity and calls over to Bembry.
GUARD BARNES
0kay, I'll give him a break. Now state your
number, Little.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
I forgot it.
CLOSE SHOT - BEMBRY
Shaking his head in anguish. He knows what's coming.
ANGLE. Barnes makes a small gesture and Wilkins seizes Malcolm,
grabbing his head and uniform at the same time. Stenciled on the chest
of his faded dungarees is Malcolm's number. The guard bends Malcolm's
head to the number, shoving the material in Malcolm's face.
GUARD WILKINS
Can you read, boy? Thass your number.
GUARD BARNES
Now say it.
MALCOLM
I'm Malcolm Little, not no goddam number.
GUARD WILKINS
Oh, yes you is, baby; thass all you is.
And slams Malcolm hard. He slumps to the floor.
GUARD BARNES
Two days in the hole. Take him.
Wilkins drags Malcolm off as Barnes resumes the roll call.
GUARD BARNES (contd)
Burnham.
FOURTH PRISONER
A 551613, sir.
JUMP CUT:
103 INT. A SOLITARY CELL - DAY
Only the faintest light comes into the hideous room, which consists of
a mattress and a slop bucket. If Malcolm were to stretch out his arms,
he could touch both walls. He lies half on the stone floor, half on the
mattress.
A clang as the heavy door is opened.
GUARD CONE
Time's up. Get on your feet.
Malcolm stands.
GUARD CONE (contd)
Little, state your number.
A beat as Malcolm stares at the man, refusing to answer.
GUARD CONE (contd)
You just drew two more days.
And slams the door shut.
104 INT. SOLITARY - NIGHT
It is almost pitch black. We can almost smell the stench of the room.
Malcolm sits stony-faced, his back against a wall.
TRUSTEE'S VOICE
Water.
The long spigot of a watering can is pushed through an opening in
the cell door. Malcolm, animal-like, leaps at it and bends the spout,
wrenching it off in his fury.
105 OMIT
106 INT. SOLITARY CELL - DAY
TWO-SHOT - A WHITE CHAPLAIN AND MALCOLM
CHAPLAIN GILL
Do you know what a friend you have in Jesus,
son?
MALCOLM
Preacher, take your tin Jesus and the Virgin
Mary, both, and shove 'em.
Door slam.
107 INT. SOLITARY - NIGHT
Malcolm is alone at the bars: the hope of freedom filling his mind.
Malcolm pulls at the bars, tries to shake them in impotent fury. He
pounds the walls. Empty, sick, defeated, his nails scratching the
walls, he slides to the floor of the cell.
It is the low point of his life: nowhere to turn, nothing to hope for.
108 INT. SOLITARY - LATER
Guard Cone is shaking him into consciousness.
GUARD CONE
All right, Little. Get up.
Malcolm just about makes it. The guard is in half-focus.
GUARD CONE (contd)
State your number.
He is beaten.
MALCOLM
A 859912.
A shower is heard.
109 INT. SHOWER ROOM - DAY
Malcolm stands with bowed head as the hot water cascades over his
broken body. He lets it run and run, but it cannot really touch his
problems. On a nearby bench are his clothes, his towel and the makings
for a conk: lye, Vaseline, comb, etc.
He turns for a moment as he sees he is being watched by someone. It's
Bembry standing nearby. Malcolm turns away, trying to find solace in
the water. He wants no part of the world or anyone, just to be left
alone.
BEMBRY
I know how you feel. Like you want to lay down
and die.
Malcolm shows no flicker of interest or understanding.
BEMBRY (contd)
I brought you something.
He puts down a small matchbox on the bench next to Malcolm's things.
Malcolm eyes him like a snake -- but the punishment has reduced him to
deep insecurity and his belligerence is more cautious than angry.
MALCOLM
Who the hell are you?
BEMBRY
Put it in a cup of water. It's nutmeg.
MALCOLM
Man, what do you want?
BEMBRY
You need something. It's not a reefer, but
it'll help some.
MALCOLM
Man, get outa my face. I ain't nobody's punk.
But he steps out of the shower, fills a tin cup with water and empties
the contents of the matchbox into it. And drinks it down quickly.
BEMBRY
Sit down or it might knock you down.
Malcolm sits, toweling himself as the spice hits him. For the first, he
smiles; this is the first relief he has tasted in prison. He at Bembry
wonderingly, unable to figure him out.
MALCOLM
If you ain't trying to punk me, what's your
hype?
BEMBRY
I can show you how to get out of prison. And
it's no hype.
MALCOLM
Talk, daddy, I'm listening. Hey that ain't bad.
You got some more?
BEMBRY
That's the last stuff you'll ever get from me.
MALCOLM
What did you give it to me for then?
BEMBRY
'Cause you needed it. 'Cause you couldn't hear
me without it.
This is a new breed of cat; Malcolm has never met anyone like him. He
eyes him closely, as he slips into his clothes.
MALCOLM
What in the hell are you talking about?
He begins to conk his hair, but is paying attention to what Bembry is
saying.
BEMBRY
I think you got more sense than any cat in this
prison. How come you are such a fool?
Malcolm looks over, piqued.
BEMBRY (contd)
Nobody can bust out like Bogart does it, in the
movies. Because even if you get out, you are
still in prison.
Malcolm is putting the conk into his hair now.
MALCOLM
You ain't lying.
BEMBRY
When you go busting your fists against a stone
wall, you're not using your brains. Cause
that's what the white man wants you to do. Look
at you.
These last words are spoken sharply with disgust. Malcolm turns his
hands massaging the conk into his hair.
BEMBRY (contd)
Putting all that poison in your hair.
MALCOLM
Man, you been locked up too long, everybody
conks. All the cats.
BEMBRY
Why? Why does everybody conk?
MALCOLM
Cause I don't want to walk around with my head
all nappy, looking like--
BEMBRY
Like what? Looking like me? Like a nigger?!
Why don't you want to look like what you are?
What makes you ashamed of being black?
MALCOLM
I ain't said I'm ashamed.
He turns the water on to wash out the conk -- which has begun to burn.
Bembry restrains him, holding his arm.
MALCOLM
Leggo. I got to wash it out.
BEMBRY
Let it burn. Maybe you'll hear me then.
But it is burning now.
MALCOLM
Man, you better get off me.
He wrenches away from Bembry and puts his head in the water.
BEMBRY
Sure, burn yourself, pain yourself, put all
that poison into your hair, into your body --
trying to be white.
MALCOLM
Man, I don't want to hear all that.
BEMBRY
I thought you was smart. But you just another
one of them cats strutting down the avenue in
your clown suit with all that mess on you. Like
a monkey. And the white man sees you and he
laughs. He laughs because he knows you ain't
white.
Malcolm is drying his hair, finishing his conk. But some of what Bembry
has said disturbs him.
MALCOLM
Who are you?
Malcolm is completely humiliated. Bembry sees this and stops the
barrage.
BEMBRY
The question is, who are you? You are in the
darkness, but it's not your fault. Elijah
Muhammad can bring you into the light.
MALCOLM
Elijah who?
BEMBRY
Elijah Muhammad can get you out of prison. Out
of the prison of your mind. Maybe all you want
is another fix. I thought you were smart.
And he is gone. Malcolm stands looking after him, a long thoughtful
moment. He is pulling the comb through his hair.
110 INT. PRISON LICENSE SHOP - DAY
PRISONERS are working on a beltline that stamps out and finishes
license plates. Bembry is on the stamping machines, working as he talks
to the other prisoners. Malcolm is painting the plates, a little
removed from Bembry, but listening with interest. Barnes, with rifle,
idles by a window.
A whistle sounds, ending the work shift. The inmates quickly file out
into the yard. Bembry stays. Malcolm is half decided.
GUARD BARNES
You taking the yard?
BEMBRY
I'm staying.
Barnes gestures to Malcolm.
MALCOLM
Me too.
He goes.
BEMBRY
What you sniffing around for? I told you I gave
you your last fix.
MALCOLM
I ain't never seen a cat like you. Ain't you
scared talking like that in front of an ofay?
BEMBRY
What's he gonna do to me he ain't already done?
MALCOLM
You the only cat don't come on with that
"Whatcha know, daddy" jive; and you don't cuss
none.
BEMBRY
I respect myself. A man cuss because he hasn't
got the words to say what's on his mind.
MALCOLM
Tell you this: you ain't no fool.
BEMBRY
Don't con me. Don't try...
MALCOLM
Okay, okay.
BEMBRY
Don't con me.
MALCOLM
What do you do with your time?
BEMBRY
I read. I study. Because the first thing a
black man has to do is respect himself. Respect
his body and his mind. Quit taking the white
man's poison into your body: his cigarettes,
his dope, his liquor, his white woman, his
pork.
MALCOLM
That's what Mama used to say.
BEMBRY
Your mama had sense because the pig is a filthy
beast: part rat, part cat, and the rest is dog.
Malcolm has been pondering all this and now grows animated as he thinks
he has come to the essence of a hustle.
MALCOLM
Come on, daddy, pull my coat. What happens if
you give all that up? You get sick or somethin'?
I pulled a hustle once and got out of the draft.
BEMBRY
I'm telling you God's words, not no hustle. I'm
talking the words of Elijah, the black man's
God. I'm telling you, boy, that God is black.
MALCOLM
What? Everybody knows God is White.
BEMBRY (contd)
But everything the white man taught you, you
learned. He told you you were a black heathen
and you believed him. He told you how he took
you out of darkness and brought you to the
light. And you believed him. He taught you to
worship a blond, blue-eyed God with white skin
-- and you believed him. He told you black was
a curse, you believed him. Did you ever look
up the word black in the dictionary?
MALCOLM
What for?
BEMBRY
Did you ever study anything wasn't part of
some con?
MALCOLM
What the hell for, man?
BEMBRY
Go on, fool; the marble shooters are waiting
for you.
MALCOLM
Okay, okay. Show me, man.
110A CLOSE SHOT - A DICTIONARY
WE CAN READ the fine print of the definition:
DICTIONARY
Black, (blak), adj. Destitute of light, devoid
of color, enveloped in darkness. Hence, utterly
dismal or gloomy, as "the future looked black."
MALCOLM'S VOICE
You understand them words?
BEMBRY'S VOICE
Read it.
PULLBACK TO SHOW Bembry and Malcolm in a small PRISON LIBRARY. No one
else is in the book-lined room.
MALCOLM
I can't make out that shit.
BEMBRY
Soiled with dirt, foul; sullen, hostile,
forbidding -- as a black day. Foully or
outrageously wicked, as black cruelty.
Indicating disgrace, dishonor or culpability.
DICTIONARY
See also blackmail, blackball, blackguard.
MALCOLM
Hey, they's some shit, all right.
BEMBRY
Now look up "white."
Bembry turns the pages of the dictionary to "w."
BEMBRY (contd)
Read it.
CLOSE SHOT - DICTIONARY DEFINITION OF "WHITE"
MALCOLM'S VOICE
White (whit), adj. Of the color of pure snow;
reflecting all the rays of the spectrum. The
opposite of black, hence free from spot or
blemish; innocent, pure, without evil intent,
harmless. Honest, square-dealing, honorable.
Malcolm stumbles through the definition as well as he can. Bembry takes
over the reading, giving it ironic emphasis.
MALCOLM
That's bullshit. That's a white man's book.
Ain't all these white man's books?
SHOT - THE SHELVES OF BOOKS
BEMBRY
They sure ain't no black man's books in here.
MALCOLM
Then what you telling me to study in them for?
BEMBRY
You got to learn everything the white man says
and use it against him. The truth is laying
there if you smart and read behind their words.
It's buried there. You got to dig it out.
MALCOLM
Man, how'm I gonna know the ones worth looking
at?
Bembry smiles at Malcolm. He is a remarkable man who always takes
careful measure of his listener. He never talks down to his audience;
he talks to them. (A manner Malcolm later will adopt.) Bembry can talk
funky or salty or, as we will see, in the cadence and eloquence of the
Bible. Right now he goes into street talk.
BEMBRY
I'll pull your coat, daddy. Cause lots of these
can't nobody read, be he black or white or a
Ph.D. with their suspenders dragging the ground
with degrees.
Malcolm laughs. He likes and admires the man. Then caught by a passage
he does not understand:
MALCOLM
Man, I'm studying in the man's book. I don't dig
half the words.
BEMBRY
Look 'em up and and out what they mean.
MALCOLM
Where am I gonna start?
BEMBRY
Start at the beginning. Page one, the first
one. Here--
CLOSE SHOT
As Bembry's hand opens the book to page one.
CLOSE IN ON A PICTURE OF AN AARDVARK WITH ITS DEFINITION
MALCOLM
Aardvark, noun. An earth pig; an ant-eating
African mammal. Man, that sounds like the
dozens.
ANGLE - TWO-SHOT
BEMBRY
Read it and keep on reading.
Malcolm's finger runs down to the next definition:
DICTIONARY
Abacus, noun. An ancient and primitive Chinese
counting device.
BEMBRY
If you take one step toward Allah, He will take
two steps toward you.
111 OMIT
112 OMIT
113 INT. MALCOLM'S CELL - NIGHT
He is reading on his bunk as Barnes walks by. The lights in the cell go
out. Malcolm looks up, annoyed at being interrupted. He shifts his
position to the floor of the cell so that he can catch the dim light
coming from the corridor and goes on with his reading.
CLOSE SHOT - THE BOOK
Malcolm is studying the dictionary, the last of the "a's": the words
azimuth, Azores, Aztec, azure, etc. He reads a word, then holds his
hand over the printed definition to test himself, half-mouthing its
meaning. Malcolm is also copying the dictionary in a school book word
for word.
114 INT. LIBRARY - DAY
There are several books on the desk before Malcolm. WE SEE their
titles: W.E.B. DuBois's _The Soul of Black Folks_, Carter G. Woodson's
_Journal of Negro History_, Durant's _Story of Philosophy_, H.G.
Wells's _Outline of History_, Spinoza, Thoreau, etc.
GUARD BARNES'S VOICE
Closing. Knock it off.
Malcolm is surprised the time has gone so fast. He gathers up his books
with care. He cherishes them, putting them back on the shelf carefully.
GUARD BARNES
You studying to be the first colored
President of the States?
115 INT. LICENSE SHOP - DAY
The machines are idle; no one is in the room but Malcolm. He starts
to reach inside his jacket when Barnes sticks his head in.
GUARD BARNES
You taking the yard or not?
MALCOLM
I'm staying.
GUARD BARNES
Then give me a butt.
Malcolm takes out a half-filled pack of cigarettes, about to offer one,
then pauses. Malcolm hands him the pack of cigarettes.
MALCOLM
Take 'em. I don't smoke no more.
He takes the pack happily and goes. Malcolm reaches into his jacket
again, takes out a book. WE SEE its title: Mahatma Gandhi's _My
Struggle_. He sits next to the license press to read.
116 EXT. THE PRISON YARD - DAY
A baseball game is in progress. A BLACK TEAM is playing a WHITE ONE.
Most of the CONVICTS are watching the game; partisanship at every
pitch. A base hit gets a big reaction.
ANGLE - MALCOLM AND BEMBRY
They are out along the right field wall. They walk throughout the scene.
ANGLE - The ball is hit over the fence for a home run. There is a big
cheer from the black prisoners. Pete, the batter, trots proudly around
the bases.
MALCOLM
Ole Pete ain't much in the head, but he can lay
in there with the wood.
BEMBRY
Lemme tell you about history: black history.
You listening?
TWO-SHOT - Malcolm still watching the game.
MALCOLM
You pitch, baby; I'll ketch.
BEMBRY
The first men on earth were black. They ruled
and there was not one white face anywhere. But
they teach us that we lived in caves and swung
from trees. Black men were never like that.
Malcolm is listening to Bembry's intent statement.
BEMBRY (contd)
We were a race of kings when the white men went
around on all fours.
There is a crack of the bat and Malcolm turns to watch another base
hit, by a black convict, stir the crowd.
MALCOLM
This a helluva game. Somethin's going on.
He sees a black convict, CHUCK, nearby and calls over:
MALCOLM (contd)
Hey, whatsa score?
CHUCK
10 to 1; we murdering them, Din't you hear?
MALCOLM
What?
CHUCK
The Brooklyn Dodgers brought up Jackie Robinson
and we pounding the hell out of them,
celebrating.
MALCOLM
How bout that?
BEMBRY
Sure, white man throw us a bone and that's
supposed to make us forget 400 years.
MALCOLM
A black man playing big league ball is
something.
BEMBRY
I told you to go behind the words and dig out
the truth. They let us sing and dance and
smile -- and now they let one black man in the
majors. That don't cancel out the greatest
crime in history. When that blue-eyed devil
locked us in chains -- 100,000,000 of us --
broke up our families, tortured us, cut us off
from our language, our religion, our history.
SHOTS OF THE FACES OF THE BLACK BALL PLAYERS AND THE CONVICTS
In the stands, cheering and joyous.
BEMBRY (contd)
Do they know who they are? Do you know where
you came from? We are the Original People.
Malcolm is listening to him now.
BEMBRY (contd)
What's your name, boy?
Malcolm is startled; answers like a boy.
MALCOLM
Little.
BEMBRY
No. That's the name of the slave-master who
owned your family. You don't even know who you
are. You're nothing. Less than nothing. A zero.
Who are you?
CLOSE SHOT - MALCOLM
Wrapped in thought.
ANGLE ON MALCOLM
MALCOLM
I'm not Malcolm Little and I'm not Satan.
BEMBRY
Who are you?
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Malcolm cannot answer because he truly does not know.
A ball is hit. Malcolm watches its flight but his face is fixed
somewhere between understanding and anger: it is the face of the future
leader.
BEMBRY
I told you we are a nation, the lost Tribe of
Shabazz in the wilderness of North America.
117 INT. ANOTHER PART OF THE PRISON - LATE AFTERNOON
The rays of the sun come through bars that cut across Malcolm and
Bembry's face.
BEMBRY
Allah has sent us a prophet, a black man named
Elijah Muhammad. For if God is black, Malcolm--
MALCOLM
Then the devil is white.
BEMBRY
I knew you'd hear me. The white man is the
devil. All white men are devils.
MALCOLM
I sure met some.
BEMBRY
No. Elijah Muhammad does not say "that white
man is a devil." He teaches us that the white
man is the devil. All white men.
CLOSE SHOT - MALCOLM
Listening.
BEMBRY
Have you ever known a good white man in all
your life? Think back, did you ever meet one
who wasn't evil?
A prison whistle is heard.
119 OMIT
120 INT. A NICHE IN A PRISON WALL - P.M.
Malcolm and Bembry standing close together. The feeling is of someone
taking communion: with Bembry the minister and Malcolm the communicant.
Their voices are little more than whispers.
BEMBRY
The body is a holy repository.
MALCOLM
I will not touch the white man's poison: his
drugs, his liquor, his carrion, his women.
BEMBRY
A Muslim must be strikingly upright.
Outstanding. So those in the darkness can see
the power of the light.
Malcolm lifts his head.
MALCOLM
I will do it.
BEMBRY
But the key to Islam is submission. That is why
twice daily we turn to Mecca, to the Holy of
Holies, to pray. We bend our knees in submission.
Bembry kneels in a praying position. Malcolm stands.
MALCOLM
I can't.
BEMBRY
For evil to bend its knee, admit its guilt,
implore His forgiveness, is the hardest thing
on earth--
MALCOLM
I want to, Bembry, but I can't.
BEMBRY
--the hardest and the greatest.
MALCOLM
I can't.
BEMBRY
For evil to bend its knee, admit its guilt,
implore His forgiveness, is the hardest thing
on earth--
MALCOLM
I want to, Bembry, but I can't.
BEMBRY
--the hardest and the greatest.
MALCOLM
I don't know what to say to Allah.
BEMBRY
Have you ever bent your knees, Malcolm?
Malcolm laugh-snorts:
MALCOLM
Yeah. When I was picking a lock to rob
somebody's house.
BEMBRY
Tell Him that.
MALCOLM
I don't know how.
BEMBRY
You can grovel and crawl for sin, but not to
save your soul. Pick the lock, Malcolm; pick
it.
MALCOLM
I want to. God knows I want to.
121 INT. MALCOLM'S CELL-NIGHT
Malcolm holds a letter in his hand. He reads it carefully. He has read
it several times before.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X
I received a letter that day from the Honorable
Elijah Muhammad. The Messenger of Allah wrote
me, a nobody, a junkie, a pimp and a convict.
VOICE OF ELIJAH
I have come to give you something which can
never be taken from you: I bring you a sense of
your own worth, the worth of one human being.
The knowledge of self.
The room becomes transformed. It is suddenly suffused with light. And
standing in the cell with Malcolm is ELIJAH MUHAMMAD. He has
materialized, but he can be seen through. He is MALCOLM'S
HALLUCINATION.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X
It was like a blinding light and I became aware
that he was in the room with me. He wore a dark
suit and on his face I saw a pain so old and
deep and black I could scarcely look at him. I
knew I was not dreaming. He was there.
ELIJAH
I tell you that the most dangerous creation of
any society in the world is the man with
nothing to lose. You do not need ten such men
to change the world. One will do. The Earth
belongs to us, the Black man and whatever is
around it, and on it and in it. Praises are
due to him forever for bringing to us again,
our self and our property, the UNIVERSE OF SUN,
MOON, AND STARS.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X
And suddenly as he came, he was gone.
The hallucination disappears.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X (contd)
And then I could do it.
Malcolm goes down on his knees. There are tears in his eyes as he
begins praying:
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
Allah Akbar: all praise to Him who is
all-seeing, all-understanding.
He continues to pray.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X
We are told that Saul, on the road to Damascus,
heard the words of truth, he fell from his
horse. I do not liken myself to Paul, but I
understand. It happened to me.
122 INT. BEMBRY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
A poorly furnished, small, but immaculate room. There are two couches,
a table set for eating, and, on the walls, a portrait of Elijah and a
Muslim banner. It is dinner time in a Muslim home.
SIDNEY, aged 20, a perfect specimen of the Fruit of Islam, stands
behind his chair, waiting. Their mother, LORRAINE, a woman of Bembry's
age, is seated, but she, too, awaits Bembry.
SHOT - BEMBRY
BEMBRY
In the name of Allah, the beneficent and the
merciful to whom all praise is due.
At the window Bembry saying the evening prayers.
BEMBRY'S VOICE
Dear Brother Malcolm: I am back in the bosom of
Islam, praise Allah...
He comes to the table, nods and sits. Sidney respectfully sits after
him. Food is passed. It is simple fare: natural foods, milk, greens.
The portions are small. They eat in silence, but there is warmth and
love at this table.
BEMBRY'S VOICE (contd)
... We don't have much, but what we have is
yours. Lorraine and my two sons join with me in
saying that when you come out, which will not
be too long, come straight to us.
123 INT. PRISON BARBER SHOP - DAY
Malcolm is reading Bembry's letter as he waits his turn. There is a
WHITE CONVICT in the chair, just being finished by a WHITE BARBER -
SIMMONS. A BLACK BARBER - SLIM sits by. Both are convicts. NOTE:
Malcolm now wears glasses, all that reading in his badly lit cell has
ruined his eyes.
BEMBRY'S VOICE
You write thanking me. Don't thank me. Praise
Allah. He did it all.
SIMMONS
Next.
Malcolm starts for the chair. Simmons moves away to light a cigarette
as Slim takes over.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
Dear Bembry. Please thank the Honorable Elijah
Muhammad for the money and tell him I have not
written him because I have not yet proven
myself.
124 INT. SMALL'S PARADISE - NIGHT
Archie and Cadillac are reading a letter they have received. They look
at each other incredulously.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
But I have written everyone else.
125 ANOTHER PRISON - DAY
Shorty is waving a letter he has received to his CELLMATE.
SHORTY
Look like Homey got himself a brand new hype.
126 INT. ELIJAH'S OFFICE - DAY
An immaculate room, well furnished. ELIJAH sits in a chair as Bembry
stands reading Malcolm's letter.
BEMBRY
"I wrote the Mayor, the Governor and the
President, but for some reason I haven't heard
from them"...
Bembry laughs; Elijah smiles.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
Tell the Messenger of Allah that I have
dedicated my life to telling the white devil
the truth to his face. I greet you with the
ancient words: "As Salaam Alikum."
ELIJAH
Wa-Alaikum Salaam.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
P.S. I finally worked my way through the
"Z's"...
127 INT. PRISON CHAPEL - NIGHT
TITLE - 6 YEARS LATER
A GROUP OF PRISONERS, mostly white, but with a goodly smattering of
black convicts, are listening to a lecture by CHAPLAIN GILL.
CHAPLAIN GILL
Are there any questions?
ANGLE. Malcolm seated next to a black convict, raises his hand. It's
the only hand up. The Chaplain searches for another questioner, but
there aren't any.
Pete, sitting next to Malcolm, whispers.
PETE
Watch out, baby, this cat is heavy on religion.
CHAPLAIN GILL
I see this has become a struggle between good
and evil. Satan has a question.
There is laughter from the convicts.
MALCOLM
Yes it is, Chaplain Gill. But I wouldn't want
to say which one of us is what.
Laughter, especially from the black convicts.
CHAPLAIN GILL
Why don't you just ask your question?
MALCOLM
You've been talking about the disciples. What
color were they?
CHAPLAIN GILL
I don't think we know for certain.
There are reactions from the convicts. Malcolm is sharply challenging a
white man about color.
MALCOLM
They were Hebrew, weren't they?
CHAPLAIN GILL
That's right.
MALCOLM
As Jesus was. Jesus was also a Hebrew.
CHAPLAIN GILL
Just what is your question?
MALCOLM
What color were the original Hebrews?
CHAPLAIN GILL
I told you we don't know for certain.
MALCOLM
Then we don't know that God was white.
There is a strong reaction to this.
CHAPLAIN GILL
Now just a moment, just a moment--
MALCOLM
But we do know that the people of that region
of Asia Minor, from the Tigris-Euphrates valley
to the Mediterranean, are dark-skinned people.
I've studied drawings and photographs and seen
newsreels. I have never seen a native of that
area who was not black.
CHAPLAIN GILL
Just what are you saying?
MALCOLM
I'm not saying anything, preacher. I'm proving
to you that God is black.
127A INSERT FLASH - A BLOND, BLUE-EYED JESUS ON THE CROSS
(Note: Try to get footage from _The Last Temptation of Christ_ [Willem
Dafoe])
MALCOLM'S VOICE
God is black.
128 INT. ELIJAH'S OFFICE - DAY
Malcolm opens the door, the room is dark and he sees a small, slight
man standing against the window, he doesn't move. This is the same man
who appeared in Malcolm's cell, this is the Honorable Elijah Muhammad.
Malcolm slowly moves toward him; he is completely humbled in his
presence.
CLOSE - ELIJAH
He turns from the window to Malcolm.
ELIJAH
My son, you've been a thief, drug dealer and a
pimp and the world is still full of temptation.
When God bragged how faithful Job was, the
devil argued that only God's protective hedge
around him kept him pure, the devil said remove
the hedge and he will curse his maker.
Malcolm, your hedge has been removed and I
believe you will remain faithful.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
He cannot say anything and he drops his head, he is overwhelmed with
heartfelt emotion.
129 INT. BEMBRY'S LIVING ROOM - P.M.
In contrast to the peaceful family scene, the room is a beehive of
activity. Sidney is turning out leaflets on a mimeograph machine;
Lorraine is busy making up a mailing list using 3 x 5 file cards;
Bembry is recruiting on the telephone.
MALCOLM
How many you turning out?
SIDNEY
500.
MALCOLM
Make it 1000. We got a lot of fishing to do.
SIDNEY
Brother Malcolm, I want you to meet Brother
Earl. He just joined the Nation.
Earl moves toward Malcolm and extends his hands. Malcolm shakes it
warmly.
MALCOLM
We can always use another good brother.
EARL
I'm a willing servant for Allah.
129A EXT. CHURCH - DAY
Sunday service has let out and Malcolm, Earl, and Sidney are "fishing."
They're trying to convert the Black Christians. Malcolm speaks, while
the others hand out leaflets.
MALCOLM
You think you are Christians, and yet you see
your so-called white Christian brother hanging
black Christians on trees. You say that white
man loves you and yet he has done every evil
act against you. He has everything while he is
living and tells you to be a good slave and
when you die you will have more than he has in
Beulah's land. We so-called Negroes are in
pitiful shape. Get off your knees praying to
a picture of a white, pale blond, and blue-eyed
Jesus. Come out of the sky. Build heaven on
earth. Islam is the black man's true religion.
130 EXT. STREET CORNER, 125TH AND SEVENTH AVENUE - DAY
Malcolm is talking to a CROWD from a ladder.
MALCOLM
And that the white man is the devil. Yes, God
is black and you are made in His image and
don't know it. That's how brainwashed you are.
The crowd is listening, caught up in Malcolm's intensity.
MALCOLM (contd)
My brothers and sisters, they tell you you will
sprout wings when you die and fly to heaven.
The Honorable Elijah Muhammad tells you that's
pie in the sky.
ANGLE ON SIDNEY
Amid the listeners, watching their response.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
Have you ever seen a black man who wasn't down
on his knees begging the Lord to give him in
heaven what the white devil enjoys right here
on earth?
CLOSE SHOT - SEVERAL LISTENERS
They turn from Malcolm, moving a few steps away, and now are the
audience on an adjacent SPEAKER. He is a young firebrand:
SPEAKER
The Harlem Council fights for rat control, for
rent control and for community control of our
schools.
PAN CONTINUES to take in ANOTHER SPEAKER, a few feet away. WE SEE the
street corner is Harlem's Hyde Park, with half a dozen SPEAKERS
haranguing the crowd with half a dozen panaceas. That Malcolm is just
one among many:
SECOND SPEAKER
If the man behind the counter ain't black,
don't go in. Boycott the man. Be black. Think
black. Buy black.
ANGLE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
Come to our Temple and hear the truth. Because,
brother and sister, you are dead. Yes you are,
mentally dead, spiritually dead, morally dead.
And we are here to resurrect the black man
back from the dead.
131 EXT. OPEN AIR "MAID'S MARKET" - DAY
A place where black women come to offer themselves for day work.
SEVERAL ARE SEEN. A WHITE WOMEN comes up to one to interview her
(bargain with her). Malcolm's voice is heard before he is seen,
speaking to the women from a ladder.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
My beautiful sister, for you are beautiful.
Beautiful because you are black. Because black
is beautiful. You work in the white folks'
kitchen so I don't have to tell you that
they're devils.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM (contd)
And you are putting yourselves on the auction
block, letting them examine you like a horse,
like a slave. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad
teaches that you are black and should be
proud...
FACE OF ONE BLACK WOMAN, beginning to shake her head in accord.
132 INT. TEMPLE #7 - NIGHT
The SAME WOMAN, now at a Muslim meeting. The faces of other listeners
(from the church and from the maids' market) are scattered in Malcolm's
audience.
The headquarters itself shows the progress Malcolm has made. It is
better furnished, larger, and the chairs are filled. Bembry, Sidney,
and Lorraine are in the back of the room, pleased with the growth.
Malcolm stands at a podium.
MALCOLM
We're not American, we're Africans who happen
to be in America. We were kidnapped and brought
here against our will from Africa. We didn't
land on Plymouth Rock, brothers and sister.
Plymouth Rock landed on us.
Reactions: laughter, interest. Ad lib "That's the truth."
MALCOLM
Put an end to your begging. No more "Please,
Mr. White Man, Lawdy boss, brush me another
crumb from off your table, kindly, sir." We
are a nation, a great nation and don't need a
thing from them.
Malcolm scanning the faces of his audience as they react. He sees
someone he knows and blurts out boyishly (and winningly):
MALCOLM (contd)
Shorty!
The crowd turns to Shorty, sitting embarrassedly in the audience.
MALCOLM (contd)
Come on up here, man, and give us some skin.
Here's a man, brothers and sisters, who shot
up with me, who robbed with me, and did time in
the white devil's jailhouse. Stand up, Shorty,
and be counted--
But Shorty is trying to hide from the spotlight. Malcolm comes down
from the platform and walks to him.
MALCOLM (contd)
Folks, the brother is shy and needs special
attention. So would you excuse us, while Brothers
Sidney and Earl take up the collection.
He embraces Shorty as the crowd laughs appreciatively and Brothers
Sidney and Earl have a chuckle themselves.
133 INT. MUSLIM CAFETERIA - NIGHT
Shortly and Malcolm sit at a table. Shorty has a cup of coffee in front
of him.
SHORTY
I got to hand it to you, Homey. That's the best
preacher hype I ever did hear.
MALCOLM
It isn't a hype, Shorty. And I meant what I
said: join us.
SHORTY
Come on, baby. I don't pay that shit no mind.
MALCOLM
The Honorable Elijah Muhammad says you should
pay it all your mind. If you got a mind.
SHORTY
Baby, I love you. Take it easy, greasy. How
about a snort?
MALCOLM
I've been clean for twelve years, Shorty.
SHORTY
You is something, Homeboy. My trouble is -- I
ain't had enough stuff yet, I ain't et all the
ribs I want and I sure ain't had enough white
tail yet.
MALCOLM
How's the rest of the gang? You seen anyone?
SHORTY
Well, Sammy's dead. Yeah, fell over in the bed
with a chick twenty years younger than him. Had
twenty-five grand in his pocket.
133A INSERT FLASH - Sammy, he's dead on top of TEENAGE WHORE who is
screaming, trying to push that dead weight off her.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
How about Old Cadillac?
133B INSERT FLASH - Cadillac is an old junkie, past reclaiming, sitting
staring in a MENTAL WARD, twitching, nose running.
SHORTY'S VOICE
Hooked on horse. Been in and out of Lexington Ave times.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
You seen Sophia?
133C INSERT FLASH - Sophia is a bored housewife, she's in the kitchen
cooking while her husband hides behind the Wall Street Journal.
133D BACK TO THE BAR
SHORTY
I ain't seen Archie, but the vine tells it he's
living somewhere's in the Bronx. If you can
call it living.
134 INT. A DINGY ROOM - DAY
A knock on the door rouses Archie, by now an old and dying man. All the
vigor is gone, all the life has ebbed out.
ARCHIE
Git the hell away, you bitch, I'll pay you
tomorrow.
Door opens, Malcolm enters.
MALCOLM
Hello, Archie.
Archie sits up from his bed and stares. He tries to bring back some of
his old juice, tries to stand up.
ARCHIE
My man, Red. Come on in, man.
(then giving up)
Hey, I can't make it.
Malcolm has to help him lie back.
MALCOLM
Take it easy, baby.
ARCHIE
That really you, Red?
The contrast is shocking: Malcolm tall and straight; Archie ruined.
MALCOLM
You saved my life, Archie. Running me out of
Harlem. When I think how close we came to
gunning each other down, I have to thank Allah.
ARCHIE
I wasn't gonna shoot you, baby. It was just my
rep, that's all. And don't shit me now, but
did you have that number? Tell me.
MALCOLM
I don't know. It doesn't matter. The thing is
we got to get you back on your feet.
ARCHIE
Yeah. I got a couple a new angles ain't been
figured yet. All I need's a stake and a
chance--
MALCOLM
Can you use a few bucks? I ain't got much,
but--
ARCHIE
No, man, I'm doing okay. Thanks.
MALCOLM
Take it easy. Lay down and don't think about it.
ARCHIE
Yeah.
MALCOLM
You could of been something, Archie, but the
devil got to you.
The old man is asleep.
MALCOLM (contd)
You know all the angles except how to live.
135 EXT. A STREET IN HARLEM - NIGHT
Malcolm walks thoughtfully down the street; Archie is still on his
mind, as he passes prostitute after prostitute. Once beautiful women
now selling their bodies. He passes Laura, she has been turned totally
out and she looks the part, there is no way he can recognize her. We do
though.
CLOSE - LAURA
She has just gotten a white John and leads him into an alley.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
Women who could be mothers, teachers,
scientists...
ANGLE - ALLEY
Laura kneels down to unzip her John's pants.
MALCOLM'S VOICE (contd)
Who is going to raise our children?; men who
might have been astronauts, composers,
engineers; Who is going to be the head of the
households?--
136 INT. TEMPLE #7 - NIGHT
Malcolm is addressing a HUGE AUDIENCE. His tone is more intense, more
personal than before, because of his recent encounters. In the
audience, sitting with Bembry, is BETTY, a lovely dark-skinned woman.
Her interest in Malcolm (true, also, for most of the other unmarried
sisters) is more than religious.
MALCOLM
--and what has the white devil made of them:
dead souls. Oh, my he has no conscience. He
should fall on his knees and say, "My kind
commits history's greatest crime against your
kind every day of your life." But does he? No.
He scorns you, splits your head with his
nightstick and calls you nigger. If you've had
it, then stand up and come forward. If not us,
then who? If not now, then when?
ANGLE - THE AUDIENCE
Many stand, some walk toward the podium speaking his name: "I'm with
you, Brother Malcolm," "Praise Allah," "Me, Brother Malcolm."
There is applause; some of the audience get to their feet -- Malcolm
acknowledges their approval, trying to quiet them, but caught up in the
heady excitement of leadership.
CLOSE - BETTY AND BEMBRY
Both are moved by Malcolm's performances.
BETTY
(whispering)
He ought to try to make it a little easier,
Brother Bembry.
BEMBRY
Why don't you try telling him that, Sister
Betty?
137 INT. A LARGE ANTEROOM IN TEMPLE #7 - NIGHT
The Muslim movement has grown enormously. The activity in this
anteroom, leading to other rooms off it, shows that. Betty and Bembry
stand before a Directory announcing activities in the Temple: MONDAY -
Fruit of Islam Meeting; TUESDAY - Unity Night; WEDNESDAY - Student
Enrollment; THURSDAY - Muslim Girls Training; FRIDAY - General
Civilization Class; SATURDAY - Swahili, etc.
A stir of people and activity as Malcolm enters the anteroom. He
excuses himself from a group of MUSLIMS, making his way toward Bembry.
MALCOLM
(little out of breath)
Brother Bembry, can we fix it so our
loudspeaker is heard on the street?
BEMBRY
I'm sure we can. This is a new sister, Sister
Betty.
Malcolm nods at her; she nods in return.
BEMBRY (contd)
The Sister lectures our Muslim women in hygiene
and diet.
Malcolm mutters "very good," but his mind is clearly on a million other
details.
BEMBRY (contd)
The Sister stresses care of the body and
regular eating habits.
Malcolm is still distracted.
BETTY
The Sister wonders if the Brother knows what
Harriet Tubman did between taking souls to the
Promised Land?
Malcolm is stopped. He looks at Betty.
MALCOLM
What?
BETTY
She ate.
Malcolm laughs.
BETTY (contd)
And the Sister suggests he put his actions
where his mouth is.
Malcolm's laughter is heard, in response.
138 INT. MUSLIM CAFETERIA - NIGHT TWO-SHOT - BETTY AND MALCOLM
MALCOLM
Sure I'll speak to your class. But I'm a hard
man on women. You want to know why?
BETTY
If you want to tell me.
CUT TO:
138A EXT. ELIJAH'S GARDEN - DAY
Malcolm sits next to the Honorable Elijah Muhammad. The student and the
teacher.
MALCOLM
If you want to tell me.
ELIJAH
Women are deceitful. They are untrustworthy
flesh. I've seen too many men ruined or tied
down or messed up by women.
CUT BACK TO:
138B BETTY AND MALCOLM
Betty says nothing, she merely pushes the salad plate a little toward
him. The food has thus far gone untouched. Malcolm continues.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
Women talk too much. To tell a woman not to
talk is like telling Jesse James not to carry a
gun or a hen not to cackle. And Samson, the
strongest man that ever lived, was destroyed by
the woman who slept in his arms.
BETTY
Shall I tell my sisters that we oppose
marriage?
CUT TO:
CLOSE - ELIJAH
ELIJAH
No. We are not Catholic priests. We do not
practice celibacy. If a woman is the right
height for a man, the right complexion, if her
age is half the man's plus seven, if she
understands that man's essential nature is
strong and woman's weak, if she loves children,
can cook, sew and stay out of trouble--
CUT TO:
CLOSE - BETTY
BETTY
I think you've made your points, Brother
Malcolm.
MALCOLM
What points?
BETTY
That you haven't time for either marriage or
eating--
Malcolm chuckles a bit.
BETTY (contd)
--and that women aren't the only ones who
talk a lot.
Now he bursts out laughing.
CLOSE - BROTHERS SIDNEY AND EARL
They are alarmed at Brother Minister's behavior.
TWO-SHOT - BETTY AND MALCOLM
BETTY
If you'll start eating, there is a question I
have. Go ahead. Start.
He takes a forkful of the salad.
BETTY (contd)
Considering today's standards of animal raising
and curing meats, I don't fully understand the
restriction on pork.
MALCOLM
Let me explain. No. I'll do better than that.
I'll show it to you. Scientifically. But it's
demonstration purely in the interest of
science, you understand?
BETTY'S VOICE:
Yes, I understand, Brother Malcolm. Purely
scientific.
139 INT. MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY - DAY
Before a comparative evolutionary display showing the skeletons of
various animals, Malcolm is holding forth. Betty is dressed in a vivid,
becoming red dress.
MALCOLM
Notice especially the claw, the jaw and the
skull formation. This is the rat. This the
mole. Here you have the aardvark and the
boar...
CLOSE ON THE SKELETONS
MALCOLM'S VOICE
...All members of the pig-rodent family.
BETTY
I see your point.
MALCOLM
So it is not a matter of the breeding
conditions or preparation of the meat. The meat
itself is foul.
ANGLE. As they saunter out, passing the huge skeletons of prehistoric
animals now.
BETTY
Could we sit down someplace?
MALCOLM
I'm sorry. I've had you on your feet for hours.
BETTY
You've been on your feet for days. And didn't
even finish your salad.
140 INT. SODA FOUNTAIN - DAY
WAITER
You're the strawberry soda and you're the hot
fudge sundae.
He plunks down the order before Betty and Malcolm. Malcolm takes a
long, long satisfying pull on his straw. Then he sighs:
MALCOLM
That's something I haven't done in fifteen years.
BETTY
What?
MALCOLM
Sat down with a pretty girl and had an ice
cream soda.
BETTY
How do you like it?
MALCOLM
Delicious.
She laughs. He blushes.
MALCOLM (contd)
Let's talk about you for a change.
BETTY
There's nothing to talk about.
MALCOLM
0h, yes, there is. I know a lot about you.
Brother Bembry briefed me.
BETTY
Oh? Purely scientific interest I'm sure.
MALCOLM
(a beat)
You're from Detroit, near where I come from.
You majored in education at Tuskegee. You're
studying nursing and having trouble with your
family.
BETTY
I can handle it.
MALCOLM
They want you to quit the Muslims or they won't
pay your tuition, isn't that it?
BETTY
You have enough worries of your own.
MALCOLM
No, good Sisters are rare. We need every one.
Tell me something: how tall are you?
BETTY
Why do you ask?
MALCOLM
Just an idle question.
BETTY
If it's just idle, I won't answer it.
She takes a bite of her sundae.
BETTY (contd)
But Brother Bembry says I'm tall enough for a
tall man.
MALCOLM
How old are you, Betty?
BETTY
There's a few things you don't know about
women, Brother Malcolm. They're possessive and
vain.
MALCOLM
Are you?
BETTY
And dogged when I set my mind to something.
MALCOLM
What have you set your mind to?
BETTY
Being a good Muslim, a good nurse and a good
wife.
Malcolm takes a good look at the lovely woman in front of him, then a
long sip from his ice cream soda.
SIDNEY'S VOICE
Brother Malcolm.
Betty sees him first.
BETTY
It's Sidney.
ANGLE. As Sidney runs to them at the table:
SIDNEY
Brother Johnson was attacked by the cops.
A MAN'S VOICE
There was a scuffle. The Brother was watching.
141 EXT. SIDE STREET IN HARLEM - P.M.
Malcolm listening as SEVERAL WITNESSES simultaneously describe the
attack. A small angry CROWD has gathered. The most animated one is
BENJAMIN, a very dark young black teenager, we will soon meet him
later.
BENJAMIN
The cop says, "Move on."
MAN
The Brother didn't scatter fast enough for the
ofay.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
BENJAMIN
Crack. He bled like a stuck hog.
MAN
Watcha gonna do?
VOICE FROM THE CROWD
(deprecatingly)
He'll rap a little. He's a Muslim. And make a
speech.
ANOTHER VOICE FROM CROWD
Muslims talk a good game, but they never do
nothing, unless somebody bothers Muslims.
Malcolm's face goes taut. He nods sharply at Sidney, as Benjamin
watches them both.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
I demand to see Brother Johnson.
142 INT. POLICE STATION - LATE P.M.
Malcolm facing a DESK SERGEANT, TWO UNIFORMED COPS and a PLAINCLOTHESMAN
off to one side.
SERGEANT
Who the hell are you?
MALCOLM
I'm from Muslim Temple 7.
COP
Never heard of you.
MALCOLM
Where is he?
The police respond with a squeeze play intended to intimidate Malcolm:
SERGEANT
Nobody here by that name.
PLAINCLOTHES
What's your name, feller?
He feels the power play and stiffens in resistance.
MALCOLM
I'm Minister Malcolm X. Two witnesses saw him
brought in. He was not brought out.
PLAINCLOTHES
You heard the Sergeant. Outside.
Malcolm stands his ground coolly.
MALCOLM
Take a look out that window. I intend to see
Brother Johnson.
The cops eye each other. Plainclothes walks to the window.
143 EXT. THE STREET OUTSIDE - LATE P.M.
Across from the station is a phalanx of some FIFTY MEN of the Fruit
of Islam. All are dressed in dark suits with white shirts. They stand
in military formation: eyes forward, every face burning. People from
the neighborhood have formed a crowd behind and around them. WE MAKE
OUT Benjamin among the crowd.
143A INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT
PLAINCLOTHES
Who the hell are they?
MALCOLM
Brothers of Brother Johnson.
PLAINCLOTHES
Eddie, let's see that blotter.
TWO-SHOT - FAVOR MALCOLM
As the cops examine the police blotter.
SERGEANT
Yeah. We got a Muslim. The relief must of put it
down.
PLAINCLOTHES
But you can't see him. You ain't his lawyer.
SERGEANT
No lawyer, no see.
MALCOLM
Until I'm satisfied Brother Johnson is
receiving proper medical attention, no one will
move.
Cops eye each other. Plainclothes nods slightly, he has to give in,
Malcolm is not playing.
144 INT. A LOCKUP - SAME
The back of Malcolm's head, as he examines Brother Johnson. As he comes
up OUT OF FRAME, WE SEE that Johnson has been badly beaten.
MALCOLM
(shaking)
Only a pig could do a thing like that.
PLAINCLOTHES
Watch your tongue, boy.
MALCOLM
Don't you call me boy, you pig. Letting a man
bleed like that.
Sergeant puts a restraining hand on Plainclothes.
MALCOLM (contd)
That man belongs in a hospital. Get an ambulance.
Now!
145 EXT. THE STREET - LATER (DARKER)
As Johnson's body, on a stretcher, is hurried into an ambulance. The
crowd has grown in proportions. There are ad libs: "Goddam pigs," "Damn
police brutality," "Least they got him out of the meat house."
Malcolm with the Sergeant and a LIEUTENANT, as the ambulance pulls away.
LIEUTENANT
All right, break it up. You got what you wanted.
MALCOLM
I'm not satisfied.
Malcolm starts walking down the center of the street, after the
ambulance.
MALCOLM (contd)
To the hospital.
The Fruit of Islam fall in behind him, marching slowly. It takes on the
start of a march as the neighborhood people fall in behind them. People
(especially kids) race with them on the street and on the sidewalk.
ANGLE - BENJAMIN
Benjamin fights his way through the crowd trying to walk beside Malcolm,
the Brothers in the Fruit stop him and Benjamin drops back.
146 EXT. LENOX AVENUE - NIGHT
Now the march has taken over the broad avenue. COPS are forced to
redirect traffic, holding up crosstown cars as the group walks solemnly
by. The people walking behind have swelled it to a huge demonstration.
Their faces reflect their anger and their satisfaction that, for once,
something is being done about what has happened.
147 EXT. HARLEM HOSPITAL - NIGHT
LONG SHOT SHOWS the Muslim men in perfect order, calm with their arms
folded across their chests, waiting. Their eyes are on Malcolm as he
walks toward the hospital entrance.
SHOTS
--of the growing crowd.
--of the nervous cops, including some big brass.
--of kids watching from a rooftop.
--of Benjamin trying to emulate the Fruit of Islam.
148 EXT. OUTSIDE HARLEM HOSPITAL - NIGHT
Malcolm is standing in front of the Fruit of Islam men, as HIGHRANKING
POLICE OFFICER GREEN comes over.
CAPTAIN GREEN
All right, that's enough. I want these people
moved out of here.
MALCOLM
They're all disciplined men. They're doing
nothing except waiting.
SHOT
The unruly crowd behind the Fruit of Islam. They are restive, milling,
ugly.
CAPTAIN GREEN
What about them?
MALCOLM
That's your headache, Captain. And if he dies,
I pity you.
149 EXT. OUTSIDE HARLEM HOSPITAL - NIGHT
DOCTOR
He'll live. He's getting the best care we can
give.
MALCOLM
Thank you, Doctor.
DOCTOR
I had to put a plate in his head.
MALCOLM
(to Captain)
You bastards.
CAPTAIN GREEN
All right, okay. Now disperse this mob.
MEDIUM SHOT - MALCOLM, FRUIT OF ISLAM AND CROWD
It's clear the decision is in one man's hands, Malcolm's.
CLOSE SHOT - MALCOLM
He makes a gesture with his hand, the Fruit of Islam disperse.
ANGLE. People moving away, going home. Only one person remains from the
Fruit of Islam and the crowd, it's Benjamin.
CLOSE - CAPTAIN GREEN
CAPTAIN GREEN
That's too much power for one man to have.
149A INT. MUSLIM CAFETERIA - NIGHT
Everyone is in a somber mood over the evening's events.
ANGLE - TABLE
Malcolm sits with Brothers Earl and Sidney.
SIDNEY
Brother Minister, we need to strike back.
BROTHER EARL
Put fear into those devils.
MALCOLM
I want to also, but until we are instructed by
the Messenger to do so, we will just wait and
pray.
BROTHER EARL
I'm tired of praying.
MALCOLM
That's enough, Brother Earl.
ANGLE - ENTRANCE
Benjamin comes into the cafeteria and everyone looks at him. He sees
Malcolm sitting and moves toward his table.
ANGLE - TABLE
Brothers Sidney and Earl get up to intercept him but Malcolm waves him
through. Benjamin stands.
MALCOLM
Sit down, son.
Malcolm pours some cream into his cup of black coffee, then also some
white sugar.
MALCOLM (contd)
There is only one thing I like integrated. My
coffee.
Benjamin laughs.
MALCOLM (contd)
What can I do for you?
BENJAMIN
Mr. X, I was out there tonight. I saw what you
did. I want to be a Muslim. I ain't never seen
a Negro stand up to the police like that.
ANGLE - SIDNEY AND EARL
They exchange dubious looks.
MALCOLM
Do you know what it means to be a true Muslim?
Benjamin hesitates.
MALCOLM (contd)
Do you?
BENJAMIN
Not exactly, but I want to be one, like you.
MALCOLM
I admire your enthusiasm but you should never
join any organization without first checking it
out thoroughly.
Benjamin is crushed and he starts to get up.
MALCOLM (contd)
We need more young warriors like yourself,
stick around and we shall see if your heart is
true.
BENJAMIN
Mr. X, I won't make you out a liar.
180 INT. TEMPLE #1 - DETROIT - DAY
CLOSE - NEWSPAPER HEADLINE (DAILY NEWS)
MALCOLM X WINS $70,000 JUDGMENT FOR BEATEN NEGRO
An AIDE of Elijah puts down the newspaper and shakes Malcolm's hand.
AIDE
The Honorable Elijah Muhammad would like to see
you now.
151 INT. ELIJAH'S OFFICE - DAY
Elijah is sweeping the floor with a plain hand broom. Malcolm enters
the room, is surprised and waits at the door. The two are alone
together.
ELIJAH
If I surprise you, let me explain. Menial work
teaches us humility.
MALCOLM
Let me do it then.
ELIJAH
No, each of us must relearn that work is the
only worthwhile thing. Allah has given you a
great gift. Use it wisely, never forgetting
that we are nothing, while He is all.
MALCOLM
Allah Akbar.
The sweeping done, they stand together near a table at a window.
ELIJAH
Tonight I shall introduce you as my National
Representative. It will be a difficult task.
Your assignment is to build temples all over
this nation. More work than you have ever done
in your life and you will be in the public eye.
My son, beware of those cameras, they are just
as bad as a narcotic.
ANGLE - AIDES and OTHERS come into the room now. They are listening.
ELIJAH (contd)
Yes, the white devil will watch your every
step. Even your own Brothers will become
jealous, and hostile, go slowly. So I offer you
a parable -- regarding your work.
Elijah picks up a glass and sets it before Malcolm.
ELIJAH (contd)
Here is a glass, dirty and its water foul. If
you offer it to the people and they have no
choice, they must drink out of it. But if you
present them with this glass--
He is holding a clean glass, with clear water in it.
ELIJAH (contd)
--and let them make their decision, they will
choose the pure vessel. Islam is the only
religion which addresses the needs and problems
of the so-called Negro, especially in the
ghettos -- Islam is the only way out from drugs,
crime, unemployment, prostitution, alcohol,
gambling, fornication and adultery.
Elijah holds up the clear glass.
VOICE OF MALCOLM X
This sweet, gentle man gave me the truth from
his own mouth. And I adored him, in the sense
of the Latin root of the word. Adorare, to
worship and to fear. He was the first man I
ever feared -- not fear such as the one has of
a gun but the fear one has of the power of the
sun, I pledged myself to him, even if it cost
me my life.
152 INT. A HOSPITAL WARD - DAY
Betty is administering to a PATIENT, as a phone is heard ringing. It's
answered. ANOTHER NURSE motions Betty to the phone. She finishes with
her patient and goes quickly.
BETTY
Hello.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
Sister Betty?
BETTY
Yes.
153 EXT. A PAY PHONE AT A GAS STATION - DAY
MALCOLM
I'm in Detroit.
BETTY
I know.
MALCOLM
At a gas station.
(a beat)
Will you marry me?
BETTY
Yes.
MALCOLM
Did you hear what I said?
BETTY
Yes I did. Did you hear my answer?
MALCOLM
I think so. Can you catch a plane?
BETTY
Yes. Did you eat?
MALCOLM
I love you.
154 INT. BEMBRY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Betty and Malcolm sit on the floor in the dimlit room, very close.
MALCOLM
It won't be easy.
BETTY
Just hold me.
MALCOLM
It will be rough.
BETTY
Hush your mouth.
MALCOLM
I'll be away a lot.
BETTY
You're with me even when you're away.
He embraces her. Then Betty laughs.
BETTY (contd)
I never told you, but when I first saw you on
the podium, cleaning your glasses, I felt sorry
for you. Nobody as young as you should be that
serious. But I don't think that anymore.
MALCOLM
What do you think?
BETTY
The simplest thing in the world: I want to have
a lot of babies with you. Dear Heart, I love
you.
Full embrace.
BEMBRY'S VOICE
We're waiting on you folks. You trying to starve
us?
155 INT. BEMBRY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Malcolm has just cut the cake and handed a slice to Betty. Amid
laughter and great warmth, Sidney unfurls the front page of the
_Messenger_, the Muslim newspaper. Headline reads: "MALCOLM X WEDS
BETTY SAUNDERS." Betty kisses her husband and Bembry, Lorraine, Earl,
Sidney, Peter and VARIOUS BROTHERS AND SISTERS applaud.
We notice the subtle change in the apartment: it is more comfortable;
there is even evidence of some small luxury: a TV set, a new settee,
etc.
156 EXT. RALLY - HARLEM - DAY
Malcolm is speaking to a GOOD SIZED AUDIENCE:
MALCOLM
I must emphasize at the outstart, that the
Honorable Elijah Muhammad is not a politician,
so I'm not here this afternoon as a Republican,
nor a Democrat, not as a Mason nor an Elk, not
as a Christian nor a Jew, not as a Catholic nor
a Protestant, not as a Baptist nor a Methodist,
not even as an American. For if I was an
American the problem that confronts our people
today would not exist. So I stand here as what
I was when I was born: A BLACK MAN!
CROWD REACTIONS
MALCOLM (contd)
Before there were any such things as Democrats
or Republicans, we were black. Before there
were any such things as Masons or Elks, we
were black. Before there were any such things
as Jews or Christians, we were black people. In
fact long before there was ever any such place
as America, we were black people... And after
America has long passed from the scene there
will still be BLACK PEOPLE.
CLOSE - BENJAMIN
He is neatly dressed in white shirt, jacket and tie, a fine young
Muslim.
BENJAMIN 2X
Take your time.
157 INT. CHICAGO TEMPLE - NIGHT
The Honorable Elijah Muhammad sits on the stage to the right of Malcolm.
This is a larger audience.
MALCOLM
What kind of black people does the Honorable
Elijah Muhammad speak for? Black people who are
jobless... the black masses who are poor,
hungry, and angry, the black masses who are
dissatisfied with the slums and ghettos in
which we have been forced to live... the black
masses who are tired of listening to the
promises of white politicians to correct the
miserable living conditions that exist in our
community... the black masses that are sick of
the inhuman acts of bestial brutality practiced
by these semi-savage white policemen that
patrol our community, like the occupation
forces of a conquering enemy army... the black
masses who are fed up with the anemic, Uncle
Tom leadership set up by the white man to act
as a spokesman for our people and to KEEP US
SATISFIED AND PACIFIED WITH NOTHING!
CROWD - REACTIONS
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
If the black man cannot go back to his own
people and his own land, Elijah Muhammad is
asking that a part of the United States be
separated and given to the Muslims so they can
live separately.
CLOSE - ELIJAH
MALCOLM (contd)
The Honorable Elijah Muhammad is the only man
the white people can deal with in the solving
of problems of the so-called Negro...
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM (contd)
...as Elijah Muhammad knows his problems.
158 INT. BETTY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
A modest room. She is rocking a cradle with her foot as she writes:
BETTY'S VOICE
Attallah is fine. Our firstborn is an angel and
a beauty. And misses you as I do. But the news
that you've dedicated four new temples is
almost as good as having you with us.
158A INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Malcolm sits in front of a television screen and watches the evening
news. The following speech will be INTERCUT with
A SERIES OF OLD NEWSREEL FOOTAGE - BLACK & WHITE
(newsclips from Birmingham, Selma, Mississippi, and elsewhere):
158B --POLICE using dogs against DEMONSTRATORS.
158C --The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King marching.
158D --Cattle prods used against MEN, WOMEN and CHILDREN.
158E --The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King singing "We Shall Overcome."
158F --PREGNANT WOMAN knocked down by high-pressure water hoses.
158G --The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King leading a crowd in prayer.
158H --Students sitting in at a counter.
158I --The smoldering ruins of Birmingham's 16th St. Baptist church.
158J
MALCOLM/HIS VOICE
The white people who are guilty of white
supremacy try and hide their own guilt by
accusing the Honorable Elijah Muhammad of
teaching black supremacy when he tries to
uplift the mentality, the social, and economic
condition of black people in this country. And
the Jews, who have been guilty of exploiting
the black people economically, civilly, and
otherwise, hide their guilt by accusing the
Honorable Elijah Muhammad of being anti-Semitic
simply because he teaches our people to go into
business for ourselves and trying to take over
the economic leadership in our own community.
The black people in this country have been the
victims of violence at the hands of the white
man for 400 years, and following the ignorant
Negro preachers, we have thought that it was
God-like to turn the other cheek to the brute
that was brutalizing us. 100 years ago they
use to put on a white sheet and use a
bloodhound against Negroes. Today they've taken
off sheets and put on police uniforms, they've
traded in the bloodhounds for police dogs. And
just as Uncle Tom back during slavery used to
keep the Negroes from resisting the bloodhounds
or resisting the Ku Klux Klan by telling them
to love their enemy or pray for those who use
them as spitefully today. The Honorable Elijah
Muhammad is showing black people that just as
the white man and every other person on this
earth has God given rights, natural rights,
civil rights, and any other kind of rights that
you can think of when it comes to defending
himself.
159
A-C INT. TV STUDIO
CLOSE SHOT - MALCOLM'S FACE
With a studio mike around his neck, he's on a panel show.
ANGLE - MODERATOR
MODERATOR
Mr. X, before we start our discussion tonight
-- The Black Muslims: Hate Mongers -- would you
mind explaining for us the meaning of your
name, which is the letter X.
ANGLE - PANEL
Opposing Malcolm is DR. PAYSON, a NAACP-type NEGRO.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
Yes sir. As you know, during slavery time, the
slavemasters named most of the so-called
Negroes in America after themselves. Mr. Elijah
Muhammad teaches us once you come into the
knowledge of Islam, you replace your slave name
with an X. Since we've been disconnected, cut
off from our Eastern culture for so long that
we don't know the names we originally had, we
will use X until we get back to the East.
ANGLE - MODERATOR
MODERATOR
Thank you. Now Dr. Payson.
CLOSE - DR. PAYSON
DR. PAYSON
Mr. X is a demagogue. He has no place to go, so
he exaggerates. He's a disservice to every good
law-abiding Negro in the country. Can I ask you
a question?
CLOSE: - DR. PAYSON
MALCOLM
Please, go ahead.
DR. PAYSON
Mr. Malcolm X, why do you teach black
supremacy? Why do you teach hate?
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
For the white man to ask the black man if he
hates him is just like the rapist asking the
raped, or the wolf asking the sheep, "Do you
hate me!" The white man is in no moral position
to accuse anyone of hate.
ANGLE - PANEL
MODERATOR
Certainly, Mr. X, you must admit there has been
progress.
MALCOLM
I'll talk about "progress" in a minute, but let
me finish with my brother.
Malcolm gestures to the Negro panelist. The BLACK MEMBERS of the TV
audience are lapping it up. Betty and Earl also sit in the TV studio
audience.
MALCOLM (contd)
Stop me if I'm wrong. I "polarize the community."
I "erroneously appraise the racial picture."
DR. PAYSON
You put it very well.
MALCOLM
You left one phrase out. Another educated
Kneegrew said to me and I quote: "Brother
Malcolm oversimplifies the dynamic interstices
of the Negro subculture." Would you agree?
DR. PAYSON
Entirely.
ANGLE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
Well, I have this to say. Do you know what a
Negro with a B.A., an M.A. and a Ph.D. is
called -- by the white man? I'll tell you. He's
called a nigger.
There is some blanching and guffawing from the audience. The moderator
is totally embarrassed, Betty roars.
MALCOLM (contd)
And I'm not finished. To understand this man--
He points a sharp finger at the Negro Panelist.
MALCOLM (contd)
--you must know that historically there are two
kinds of slaves. House Negroes and Field
Negroes. The house Negro lived in the big
house; he dressed pretty good; he ate pretty
good and he loved the master. Yeah, he loved
him more than the master loved himself. If the
master's house caught fire, he'd be the first
to put the blaze out. If the master got sick,
he'd say: "What's a matter, boss; we sick?"
WE sick! If someone said to him, "Let's run
away and escape. Let's separate." He'd say,
"Man, are you crazy? What's better than what I
got here?" That was the House Negro. In those
days he was called the House Nigger. Well,
that's what we call them today because we still
got a lot of House Niggers running around.
There is applause from the blacks in the audience. Moderator tries to
regain control.
159D INT. ELIJAH'S OFFICE - DAY
CLOSE - THE HONORABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD
He is enjoying this display by his prize student, the CAMERA PANS to a
CLOSE SHOT of BEMBRY and the same cannot be said.
159E BACK TO STUDIO
MODERATOR
I think, perhaps, Dr. Payson has something to--
MALCOLM
Don't you want to hear about the Field Nigger?
DR. PAYSON
Let him finish.
MALCOLM
Thank you. Now the Negro in the field caught
hell all day long. He was beaten by the master;
he lived in a shack, wore castoff clothes and
hated his master. If the house caught fire,
he'd pray for a wind. If the master got sick,
he'd pray that he'd die. And if you said to
him, "Let's go, let's separate", he'd yell,
"Yeah, man, any place is better than this."
You've got a lot of Field Negroes in America
today. I'm one.
BROTHER BENJAMIN
Tell it.
MALCOLM
--there's another one. The majority of black
Americans today are Field Negroes. They don't
talk about OUR progress, about OUR government,
OUR navy, OUR astronauts. Hell, they won't
even let you near the plant.
159F INT. ELIJAH'S OFFICE - DAY
Bembry turns off the TV set and he commences to plant the seeds of
"betrayal."
CLOSE - BEMBRY
BEMBRY
Your holy apostle, dear Messenger, I am your
true servant and the brothers asked me to tell
you Malcolm is getting too much press. The
brothers think he thinks _he_ is the Nation of
Islam, that he has aspirations to lead the
Nation. It was you who made Malcolm the man he
is. You lifted him out of the darkness.
CLOSE - ELIJAH
ELIJAH
Go and tell the brothers what Brother Minister
is doing, has done, has been of great benefit
to the Nation.
CLOSER - BEMBRY
BEMBRY
Great benefit for himself.
159G BRIEF MONTAGE. THE RISE OF MALCOLM X
EXT. STREET - HARLEM - DAY
Malcolm is walking the streets of Harlem like he is campaigning for
office. He has Brothers Sidney, Earl, and Benjamin at his side, a CROWD
follows him. Malcolm sees a WINO.
MALCOLM
Brother Man, put that bottle down, take that
poison away from your lips. That's what the
devil wants you to do, stay high, out of your
natural mind. I know, I've been there.
The wino looks at Malcolm and continues to drink his wine.
159H --Malcolm emerges from a doorway to be met by an army of TV REPORTERS
armed with microphones. He walks; they follow.
159I --Malcolm walking in Harlem, urging people to lift themselves up, come
to the meetings, etc.
159J INT. TEMPLE #7
Malcolm sits with Benjamin.
MALCOLM
It's time you received your X. But first you
must copy this letter, exactly as I give it to
you; down to the dotted "i's," crossed "t's,"
everything. And you must go on a fast, just
water and juices, that's it.
CLOSE - BENJAMIN
He takes the letter from Malcolm and looks at it.
BENJAMIN
I'll have it tomorrow.
MALCOLM
Brother Benjamin, do not rush, it has to be
exact.
--Benjamin goes off in a corner and very quickly copies the letter,
he's so anxious.
--Benjamin hands Malcolm his letter, Malcolm shakes his head and hands
it back, it's not exact.
159K EXT. STREET - HARLEM - DAY
Malcolm is talking to a group of PEOPLE who are having a rent strike.
MALCOLM
When you live in a poor neighborhood, you're
living in an area where you have poor schools.
159L CUTAWAY TO MALCOLM AND BENJAMIN
Malcolm hands him back his letter again. The fast is getting to
Benjamin.
MALCOLM (contd)
When you have poor schools you have poor
teachers. When you have poor teachers, you get
a poor education.
159M CUTAWAYS TO THE DESPAIR OF HARLEM - SLUMS, TENEMENTS, GARBAGE, RATS
MALCOLM (contd)
Poor education, you only work on poor paying
jobs and that enables you to live again in a
poor neighborhood.
159N CUTAWAY TO BLACK FACES
MALCOLM (contd)
So it's a very vicious cycle. We've got to
break it.
159O INT. MUSLIM CAFETERIA
Benjamin weakly walks toward Malcolm and gives him his letter, which he
takes. The fast is wearing him out.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Malcolm is inspecting it.
CLOSE - BENJAMIN
His face is filled with apprehension.
ANGLE - MALCOLM AND BENJAMIN
MALCOLM
You are now Benjamin 2X.
BENJAMIN 2X
All praises are due to Allah. Thank you,
Brother Minister.
MALCOLM
Come, sit with us.
ANGLE - TABLE
Benjamin 2X sits with Malcolm and Brothers Earl and Sidney.
MALCOLM
We are now sitting with Brother Benjamin 2X.
EARL
Allah Akbar.
SIDNEY
You will be good.
BENJAMIN 2X
Brother Minister, can I have something to eat?
Everyone laughs.
MALCOLM
Let's get this man some food.
160 EXT. HARVARD SQUARE - DAY
A CROWD OF STUDENTS outside the Law School. The setting is the same as
the last time we saw Malcolm and Shorty here, except now the students
part for him. Malcolm walks slowly toward the entrance, looking up at
the Latin inscription of the building when he is stopped by a WHITE
COED.
COED
Mr. X, I've read some of your speeches and I
honestly believe a lot of what you say has
truth to it. I have a good heart. I'm a good
person despite my whiteness. What can the good
white people like myself, who are not
prejudiced, or racist, what can we do to help
the cause?
CLOSE - MALCOLM
He stares at her.
MALCOLM
Nothing!
CLOSE - COED
She is absolutely crushed and runs away in tears.
161 INT. HARVARD LAW SCHOOL - DAY
Speaking to a packed STUDENT AUDIENCE.
MALCOLM
...My high school was the black ghetto of
Roxbury. My college was the streets of Harlem,
and I took my masters in prison. If you look
out the window--
161A SHOT MALCOLM'S OLD GANG HANGOUT
MALCOLM'S VOICE
--you can see my burglary hangout. I lived
like an animal. Had it not been for the
Honorable Elijah Muhammad I would surely be in
an insane asylum or dead.
ANGLE - The audience carefully listening.
MALCOLM
Mr. Muhammad is trying to get us on God's side,
so God will be on our side to help us fight our
battles. When Negroes stop getting drunk, stop
being addicted to drugs, stop fornicating and
committing adultery. When we get off the
welfare, then we'll be MEN. Earn what you need
for your family, then your family respects you.
They'll be proud to say "That's my father."
She's proud to say "That's my husband..."
Father means you're taking care of those
children. Just 'cause you made them that don't
mean you're a father. Anybody can make a baby,
but anybody can't take care of them. Anyone can
go and get a woman but anybody can't take care
of a woman. This is the type of teaching that
the honorable Elijah Muhammad teaches us so we
can build the moral fiber of our people.
SHOT OF REPORTERS IN AUDIENCE
Beginning to scribble furiously.
MALCOLM
I can see the gentlemen of the press, also the
FBI and CIA. are with us. Get it straight 'cuz
if I said, "Mary had a little lamb," they'd
write Malcolm X lampoons poor Mary.
Loud laughter from the audience. But this response is overwhelmed by
the response of ANOTHER, LARGER AUDIENCE.
162 INT. MONSTER RALLY - NIGHT
Malcolm is talking before an all-black audience. It is the largest
rally yet; the hall is packed to the rafters.
MALCOLM
We have built temples in Boston, in Detroit, in
Atlanta, Philadelphia, Washington -- 100
temples in fifty states. From a handful we
have grown to scores of thousands.
VARIOUS SHOTS OF THE RALLY
HAWKERS selling _The Messenger_, faces of Fruit of Islam near the
podium; Lorraine, Sidney, Earl, Benjamin, and Bembry. For the first
time a new note is seen in Bembry's face: reserve bordering on
resentment. When others around him cheer Malcolm, Bembry is cool.
Sidney notices this from his father, but makes no comment.
MALCOLM/HIS VOICE
The Honorable Elijah Muhammad teaches us that
God is now about to establish a kingdom on this
earth based on brotherhood and
[...]
against peace, his history on this earth has
proved that. Nowhere in history has he been
brotherly toward anyone. The only time he has
been brotherly toward you is when he can use
you, when he can exploit you, when he can
oppress you, when you will submit to him. And
since his own history makes him unqualified to
be an inhabitant or a citizen in a kingdom of
brotherhood, the Honorable Elijah Muhammad
teaches us that God is about to eliminate that
particular race from this earth. So since they
are due for elimination, we don't want to be
with them.
ANGLE - CROWD
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM (contd)
If the so-called Negro were American citizens
we wouldn't have a race problem. If the
Emancipation Proclamation was authentic, you
wouldn't have a race problem. If the 13th,
14th, and 15th amendments to the Constitution
was authentic, you wouldn't have a race
problem. If the Supreme Court desegregation
decision was authentic, you wouldn't have a
race problem. All of this is hypocrisy. These
Negro leaders have been telling the white man
everything is all right, everything is under
control. And they've been telling the white man
that Mr. Muhammad is wrong, don't listen to
him. But everything Mr. Muhammad has been
saying is going to come to pass is now coming
to pass and now the Negro leaders are standing
up saying that we are about to have a racial
explosion. We're going to have a racial
explosion and that's more dangerous than an
atomic explosion.
ANGLE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM (contd)
It's going to explode because black people are
dissatisfied. They're dissatisfied now not only
with the white man, but with these Negroes who
have been sitting around here posing as leaders
and spokesmen for black people. Anytime you put
too many sparks around a powder keg, the thing
is going to explode and if the thing that
explodes is still inside the house, then the
house will be destroyed. So the Honorable
Elijah Muhammad is telling the white man get
this powder keg out of your house, let the
black people in this country separate from him
while there's still time. And if the black man
is allowed to separate and go on onto some land
of his own, where he can solve his problems,
then there won't be any explosion. COMPLETE
SEPARATION IS THE ONLY SOLUTION TO THE BLACK
AND WHITE PROBLEM IN THIS COUNTRY!!!
ANGLE - CROWD
A wave of cheers as people explode.
163 INT. AN ANTEROOM OF THE RALLY - NIGHT
The rally is over. A small room packed with PEOPLE congratulating
Malcolm, trying to touch him. He is the hero of the hour. Sidney, Earl,
and Benjamin with him, enjoying the accolades and trying to help
Malcolm make his way out. Bembry stands apart, removed and silent.
MALCOLM
Thank you, Brother; Sister, how are you?
SIDNEY
Please make way, please--
ANGLE. A WELL-KNOWN PERSONALITY (DICK GREGORY) is at the door. He and
Malcolm know each other well. Malcolm extends a palm, but Gregory
doesn't slap it.
GREGORY
Can I ask you something?
MALCOLM
Sure, man.
GREGORY
Are you Elijah's pimp?
MALCOLM
What?
GREGORY
(scornfully)
"His greatest greatness."
MALCOLM
Say what you're saying.
GREGORY
If you don't know, man, then I feel sorriest
for you.
164 INT. MALCOLM'S HOME - NIGHT
Betty, pregnant with child, is in a chair -- a newspaper in her lap.
Malcolm is in the other room, putting his last daughter to sleep. We
hear him...
ANGLE - BEDROOM
MALCOLM'S VOICE
Okay, last hug.
As he enters, a smile on his face, but the concern of the evening
clearly imprinted. He sits down heavily. Betty watches him carefully.
MALCOLM
Long day. Long night. Long year. Long ten years.
He smiles. She doesn't.
MALCOLM (contd)
Why are you looking at me like that?
BETTY
Because you're in trouble.
MALCOLM
How do you know?
She smiles.
BETTY
Dear heart, because I know you.
A pause.
MALCOLM
I don't want to bring my troubles home. You
know that.
BETTY
I'm not made of glass.
MALCOLM
I just want to sit here and be still.
BETTY
We've never had a fight. Not a real one. But
we're going to have one right now if you don't
talk about it.
MALCOLM
Talk about what?
BETTY
The talk is everywhere!
MALCOLM
There's always talk, always been talk, and
always will be talk. Don't they say how I'm
trying to take over the Nation, how I'm getting
rich off the Nation?
BETTY
We'll get to that, too, but this isn't just
talk any more.
She picks up the newspaper and reads from it:
BETTY (contd)
"Los Angeles, UPI: Elijah Muhammad, 67-year-old
leader of the Black Muslim Movement, today
faced paternity suits from two former
secretaries who charged he fathered their four
children..."
MALCOLM
There are always slanders, always lies. You're
reading the devil's lies. Can't you see they're
trying to bring us down, bring down the
Messenger.
BETTY
"Both women, in their 20's, charged they had
had intimacies with Elijah Muhammad since
1957..."
MALCOLM
I was going to talk to Bembry about it tonight.
BETTY
To Bembry? Is Bembry your friend?
MALCOLM
Woman, have you lost your mind? What's the
matter with you?
Betty gets up, goes to him gently.
BETTY
No, what's the matter with you? Wake up! Are
you so dedicated that you have blinded
yourself? Are you so committed you cannot face
the truth? Bembry is the editor of the
newspaper you established. Ask him why your
name hasn't been in "Muhammad Speaks" in over a
year? Ask him why you rate front page in every
paper in the country, but not a single sentence
in your own.
MALCOLM
(rationalizing)
I'm not interested in personal publicity. Our
people know what I'm doing.
BETTY
Do you know what Bembry is doing? You're so
blind, everyone can see this but you!!!
MALCOLM
Bembry saved my Life. The Honorable Elijah
Muhammad saved my life.
BETTY
A long time ago. You've repaid them many times
over. Ask them why they have new cars and
houses full of new furniture.
MALCOLM
Is that what this is about? Material wealth?
BETTY
What do we have, Malcolm. A broken-down jalopy
and the clothes on our backs. We don't even own
our own home. What about our children? What
about me? You don't even own life insurance.
MALCOLM
The Nation will provide for you and the
children if anything happens to me.
BETTY
Will they? Are you sure? Are you sure or are
you blind?
She touches him very gently.
BETTY (contd)
Dear heart, you have to help me. I'm raising
our kids practically by myself, while you're
running all over the world. You don't know how
many times the girls ask me when is daddy
coming home?
MALCOLM
What do you want me to do? Our people need me.
BETTY
We need you too!
MALCOLM
What do you want me to do?
BETTY
Open your eyes, you can face death 24 hours a
day; but the possibility of betrayal never
enters your mind. If you won't do that for
yourself do it for us.
164A DETECTIVE MONTAGE
Malcolm knocks on the door of Evelyn Williams, one of the two
secretaries/wives. She opens the door and has child in her arms.
ANGLE - APARTMENT
SISTER EVELYN
Her name is Eva Marie, she's 2 years old.
Brother Minister, I did nothing wrong. I did
nothing to be put in isolation. I believed in
him. I believed in the Honorable Elijah
Muhammad.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
He cannot believe what he is hearing, but he must. The truth is before
his eyes.
MALCOLM
Sister Evelyn, believe in Allah.
CUT TO:
164B INT. SISTER LUCILLE'S ROSARY APT. - DAY
ANGLE - MALCOLM
Malcolm is sitting holding both of the children. Sister Lucille who is
pregnant with 3rd child waddles across the room to sit down on the sofa
with him. She picks up one of the kids from him.
ANGLE - SISTER LUCILLE
SISTER LUCILLE
This is Saudi, she's 3 and you have Lisha,
she's 2. Brother Minister the Honorable Elijah
Muhammad is the father of my 3 children.
She touches her pregnant stomach.
SISTER LUCILLE (contd)
Brother Minister he often talked about you. He
loves you, loves you like his own son. Says you
are the best, his greatest Minister but that
someday you would leave him and turn against
him.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
He told you that?
SISTER LUCILLE
Yes sir.
MALCOLM
Are you sure?
SISTER LUCILLE
Yes, I am, Brother Minister. All I want is
support for my children. He should provide for
his children. That's all I want.
MALCOLM
Allah will provide.
165 INT. BEMBRY'S HOUSE - NIGHT
CLOSE SHOT - MALCOLM
He has said everything on his mind and waits for Bembry's answer.
PAN TO BEMBRY
BEMBRY
What are you talking about -- "blackout"? Some
of the Brothers are a little jealous. Maybe
they think you been a little -- overpublicized.
That's all. Forget it. It's nothing.
Malcolm is listening closely. Bembry puts an arm around him, man-to-man.
BEMBRY (contd)
Now about our coming up in the world a little.
You're not naive. You're a man of the world.
The Movement's grown; we've grown with it. You
know folks. They want their leaders to be
prosperous. One hand washes the other.
MALCOLM
(quoting Bembry back to himself)
"I'm telling you God's words, not to hustle."
BEMBRY
You want a new car? You want a new house? Is
that it? It's the money, right?
Malcolm has to control his rage.
MALCOLM
We tell the world we're moral leaders because
we follow the personal example of the Honorable
Elijah Muhammad. It's hard to make a rooster
stop crowing once the sun has risen. The sun is
up.
We hear rifle shots.
DRUM CADENCE (IT WILL BE THROUGHOUT ENTIRE SCENE)
166 OMIT
167 OMIT
168 OMIT
168A INT. MANHATTAN CENTER - DAY
Malcolm, a last-minute replacement for the ailing Honorable Elijah
Muhammad, speaks before a HUGE CROWD.
MALCOLM
And what do I say of this so-called national
mourning! I say... the white man's acts are
condemned, not only by our beliefs but by his
own.
168B SHOT - AMERICAN FLAGS AT HALF-MAST
MALCOLM
Both his Bible and the Holy Koran say: "As you
sow, so shall you reap." Both say: "Sow the
wind, reap the whirl wind."
SHOT - AMERICAN FLAGS AT HALF-MAST
MALCOLM (contd)
In the soil of America the white man planted
the seeds of hate. He allowed the weeds that
sprang up to choke the life out of thousands
of black men.
168C SHOT - THE KENNEDY FUNERAL CORTEGE
MALCOLM (contd)
Now they have strangled one of the gardeners.
This is the justice of Allah. Wa-Salaam Alaikum.
168D SHOT - AUDIENCE
AUDIENCE
Alaikum Wa-Salaam.
168E SHOT - THE LONE, RIDERLESS HORSE
169 INT. MALCOLM WITH REPORTERS - DAY
REPORTER
Minister X! Don't you have even a little bit of
remorse... saddened by President Kennedy's
assassination?
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
Assassination might be too good a word, and
might I add an Arabic word at that. This was a
prime example of the devil's chickens coming
home to roost. Being an old farm boy myself,
chickens coming home to roost never did make
me sad. It always made me glad.
169A INT. ELIJAH'S OFFICE - DAY
On his desk is the black headlines: MALCOLM X CALLS ASSASSINATION
"CHICKENS COMING HOME TO ROOST." Elijah's health is getting worse, his
coughing is frequent.
ELIJAH
Did you see the papers today?
MALCOLM
Yes, sir, I did.
ELIJAH
That was a very bad statement. The country
loved this man, and you have made it hard in
general for Muslims.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
He knows what is coming.
CLOSE - ELIJAH
ELIJAH (contd)
We must dissociate ourselves from your terrible
blunder. I'll have to silence you for the next
ninety days. You are not allowed to make any
statements to the press nor are you to speak at
any temples.
CLOSER - MALCOLM
He looks at Elijah, his leader, his friend, his father and speaks with
total sincerity.
MALCOLM
I agree with you, sir. I submit 100 percent.
ANGLE - ROOM
Malcolm turns around and leaves the room.
ANGLE - DOOR
As the door is being closed, WE SEE Bembry kneeling before Elijah and
kissing his hand. The door closes, the SCREEN IS BLACK.
FADE IN:
170 OMIT
171 OMIT
172 INT. MALCOLM'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Sidney is playing on the floor with the kids. Betty scoops them up.
BETTY
C'mon girls, it's bedtime.
The phone rings. Malcolm answers it. From his expression we know it is
a threat call. He hangs up. Betty leaves with the kids.
SIDNEY
Another one?
MALCOLM
How long has this been going on?
SIDNEY
All day since you and Betty left. Brother
Minister, I have to level with you. They gave
me a mission. But I couldn't do it. I love
y'all.
MALCOLM
What mission?
SIDNEY
To wire your car so it would explode when you
turned the ignition. The Ministers say you are
spreading untruths about the Messenger. The
Ministers say you are a great hypocrite, Judas,
Benedict Arnold. The Ministers say your tongue
should be cut out and delivered to the
Messenger's doorstep.
MALCOLM
What does Sidney say?
SIDNEY
I'm with you, Brother Minister.
MALCOLM
No. You'll be marked for death.
SIDNEY
Let me die then.
MALCOLM
I won't let myself come between you and your
father. Go home.
SIDNEY
You're my father.
MALCOLM
And don't come back.
Sidney reluctantly leaves, walks out the door, past Betty. She looks at
him, then Malcolm.
173 INT. HOTEL THERESA - DAY
Malcolm -- backed by Brothers Earl and Benjamin 2X -- faces a roomful
of SUPPORTERS and REPORTERS.
MALCOLM
Because 1964 threatens to be a very explosive
year on the racial front, and because I myself
intend to be very active in every phase of the
American Negro struggle for HUMAN RIGHTS, I
have called this press conference, this
morning in order to clarify my own position in
the struggle -- especially in regards to
politics and nonviolence. In the past I thought
the thoughts, spoke the words of the Honorable
Elijah Muhammad, that day is over. From now on
I speak my own words, and think my own thoughts.
Internal differences within the Nation of Islam
forced me out of it. I did not leave of my own
free will. But now that it has happened, I
intend to make the most of it. Now that I have
more independence of action, I intend to use a
more flexible approach toward working with
others to get a solution to this problem. I do
not pretend to be a divine man, but I do
believe in divine guidance, divine power, and
in the fulfillment of divine prophecy. I am not
educated, nor am I an expert in any particular
field, but I am sincere, and my sincerity is my
credentials. I'm not out to fight other Negro
leaders or organizations. We must find a common
solution, to a common problem. I am going to
organize and head a new mosque in New York
City, known as the Muslim Mosque, Inc. This
gives us a religious base, and the spiritual
force necessary to rid our people of the vices
that destroy the moral fiber of our community.
Our political philosophy will be black
nationalism. Our economic and social philosophy
will be black nationalism. The Muslim Mosque,
Inc. will remain wide open for ideas and
financial aid from all quarters. Whites can
help us, but they can't join us. There can be
no black-white unity until there is first some
black unity.
A host of questions fired all at once: How many of Elijah's followers
will join you? etc, etc, etc.
Malcolm calms them:
MALCOLM (contd)
There is one further preparation I need. It is
a return to the source of our great religion. I
will make a pilgrimage to Mecca.
174 EXT. JFK AIRPORT - DAY
Malcolm, at the window, as his plane takes off. He is watching Betty
and the children on the Visitors' Ramp. He sees her become a tiny
figure, waving a vivid bandana.
175 EXT. VISITORS RAMP - DAY
The plane is out of sight. Betty gathers up her children. As they leave
she is subtly surrounded by the protecting BAND OF SUPPORTERS, led by
Earl and Benjamin 2X.
175A MECCA - THE PILGRIMAGE
MALCOLM GREETED AS HE DESCENDS FROM THE PLANE IN EGYPT
MALCOLM'S VOICE
My darling Betty. Everywhere I go I am welcomed
as the representative of our people.
175B SHOT OF CIA AGENT
He watches as Malcolm walks between the two pyramids.
MALCOLM'S VOICE (contd)
Our fight is known and respected worldwide.
Incidentally, there's a little white man who
follows me wherever I go.
175C SHOT OF MALCOLM
On a camel as he rides toward the Sphinx.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
I wonder who he's working for? If I was a
betting man, I'd say CIA. What's your guess?
175D GROUPS OF BURNOOSED SUPPORTERS ON THE STREETS OF JEDDA, SAUDI ARABIA.
BETTY'S VOICE
I arrived in Jedda, Saudi Arabia. I have never
witnessed such sincere...
176 INT. AUDUBON BALLROOM - NIGHT
Betty is reading Malcolm's letter to a LARGE AUDIENCE.
BETTY (contd)
...hospitality and true brotherhood as
practiced here in the ancient home of Abraham,
Mohammad and the great prophets of the
Scriptures..."
177 INT/EXT. MECCA - DAY/NIGHT
--Malcolm, wearing the garb of a pilgrim, walks with a VAST THRONG OF
OTHERS, similarly clad, around the Great Temple. He wears two white
towels, one over his loins, the other over his neck and shoulder,
leaving the right arm and shoulder bare. He wears simple sandals. The
other pilgrims are of various colors: from white, to yellow, to darkest
black.
177A --Malcolm and OTHER PILGRIMS kneeling together on a praying rug.
177B --Malcolm and SEVERAL WHITE PILGRIMS eating Muslim-style; breaking a
chicken and shaking it.
177C --Malcolm and OTHERS walking around the Great Kaaba, a black stone set
in the middle of the Great Mosque. He falls to his knees. WE SEE what
he describes:
MALCOLM'S VOICE
Today, with thousands of others, I proclaimed
God's greatness in the Holy City of Mecca.
Wearing the Ihram garb I made my seven circuits
around the Kaaba; I drank from the well of Zem
Zem; I prayed to Allah from Mt. Ararat where
the Ark landed. It was the only time in my life
that I stood before the Creator of all and felt
like a complete human being.
178 INT. ELIJAH'S HOME - NIGHT
Elijah and a GROUP OF BLACK MUSLIM LEADERS. Bembry among them, it looks
like he is the number two man now that Malcolm has been jettisoned. The
Messenger lies in bed, he is having a coughing fit, this is the worst
condition he's been in. A DOCTOR orders everyone out the room.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
You may be shocked by these words, but I have
eaten from the same plate, drunk from the same
glass and prayed to the same God with fellow
Muslims whose eyes were blue, whose hair was
blond and whose skin was the whitest of whites.
And we are brothers, truly; people of all
colors and races believing in One God and one
humanity. Once before, in prison, the truth
came and blinded me. It has happened again...
179 INT. MALCOLM'S HOME - NIGHT
Betty is with Brothers Earl, Benjamin 2X, and the children. There are
now four including another BABY - GAMILAH
MALCOLM'S VOICE
In the past, I have permitted myself to be used
to make sweeping indictments of all white
people, and these generalizations have caused
injuries to some white folks who did not
deserve them. Because of the spiritual rebirth
which I was blessed to undergo as a result of
my pilgrimage to the Holy City of Mecca, I no
longer subscribe to sweeping indictments of
one race. I intend to be careful not to
sentence anyone who has not been proven guilty.
I'm not a racist and do not subscribe to any of
the tenets of racism. In all honesty and
sincerity it can be stated that I wish nothing
but freedom, justice and equality: life,
liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for all
people.
179A SHOT. Malcolm is bent over in prayer, lone figure in a huge mosque.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
My first concern, of course, is with the group
to which I belong, the Afro-Americans, for we,
more than any other, are deprived of these
inalienable rights.
179B SHOT. Malcolm on a plane headed home.
MALCOLM'S VOICE
I believe the true practice of Islam can remove
the cancer of racism from the hearts and souls
of white Americans.
180 EXT. JFK AIRPORT - DAY
A TIGHT TWO-SHOT of Malcolm and Betty in an embrace. She breaks from
him and whispers: "Go ahead. I can wait now."
181 INT. JFK AIRPORT - DAY
A large PRESS CONFERENCE: mikes of every network, every newspaper and
wire service present. Malcolm sports a beard.
MALCOLM
Let's begin.
REPORTER #1
Malcolm, you said on your trip abroad you
sensed a feeling of great brotherhood.
MALCOLM
As I recall, I pointed out that while I was in
Mecca making the pilgrimage, I spoke about the
brotherhood that existed at all levels among
all people, all colors who had accepted the
religion of Islam. I pointed out that what it
had done, Islam, for those people despite their
complexion differences, that it would probably
do America well to study the religion of Islam
and perhaps it could drive some of the racism
from this society. Muslims look upon themselves
as human beings, as part of the human family
and therefore look upon all other segments of
the human family as part of that same family.
Today my friends are black, brown, red, yellow
and white.
REPORTER #8
Malcolm, are you prepared to go to the United
Nations at this point and ask that charges be
brought against the United States for its
treatment of the American Negroes?
MALCOLM
Oh yes.
The AUDIENCE applauds.
MALCOLM (contd)
The audience will have to be quiet. Yes, as I
pointed out that during my trip that nations,
African nations, Asian, Latin nations look very
hypocritical when they stand up in the UN
condemning South Africa and saying nothing
about the racist practices that are manifested
everyday against Negroes in this society. I
would be not a man if I didn't do so. I
wouldn't be a man.
REPORTER #3
Are you prepared to work with some of the
leaders of some of the other civil rights
organizations?
MALCOLM
Certainly, we will work with any groups,
organizations or leaders in any way, as long as
it's genuinely designed to get results.
REPORTER #1
Does the new beard have any religious
significance?
MALCOLM
No, not particularly. But I do think that you
will And black people in America, as they
strive to throw off the shackles of mental
colonialism, will also probably reflect an
effort to throw off the shackles of cultural
colonialism. And then they'll begin to reflect
desires of their own with standards of their
own.
REPORTER #2
One of your more controversial remarks was a
call for black people to get rifles and form
rifle clubs sometime back. Do you still favor
that for self-defense?
MALCOLM
I don't see why that should be controversial. I
think that if white people found themselves
victim of the same kind of brutality that black
people in this country face, and they saw that
the government was either unwilling or unable
to protect them, that the intelligence on the
part of the whites would make them get some
rifles and protect themselves.
REPORTER #2
What about the guns, Malcolm?
MALCOLM
Has the white man changed since I went away?
Have you put up your guns? The day you stop
being violent against my people will be the
day I tell folks to put away their guns.
REPORTER #3
Then you're still an extremist?
ANGLE - MUSLIM MALE
BENJAMIN THOMAS
Git your hand out of my pocket!
Everyone turns around to the back to see what the commotion is about.
The man who yelled out leaves quickly, we will see him later on, very
soon.
182 INT. MALCOLM'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Malcolm looks out the living room window, he has a rifle in hand.
(NOTE: This is the same pose as the famous photograph of him.) He
doesn't see anyone and closes the curtain. The phone rings.
CLOSE - PHONE
Malcolm picks up the receiver.
VOICE
You're one dead nigger.
ANGLE - BEDROOM
Betty has picked up also and she's listening.
VOICE
You're days on this earth are numbered, brother.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
CLICK!
He hangs up.
ANGLE - BEDROOM
Malcolm enters the room and gets into the bed with Betty, he puts his
ear down on his wife's pregnant stomach.
She kisses him.
BETTY
Get some sleep.
MALCOLM
You have to sleep for three.
Malcolm pulls Betty closer to him.
MALCOLM
I'm sorry. I haven't been the best husband or
father.
BETTY
Shhh!
MALCOLM
Families shouldn't be separated. I'll never
make another long trip without you and the kids.
We'll all be together.
BETTY
Dear heart, I love you.
MALCOLM
We had the best organization that black people
ever had and niggers ruined it.
183 EXT. THE HOUSE - NIGHT
It is a cold winter night. A Molotov cocktail is lit and hurled through
the front picture glass window.
184 INT. THE HOUSE - NIGHT
One of the children screams.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
185 INT. MALCOLM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Malcolm grabs his pistol and quickly throws a coat over Betty. She is
half-asleep, frightened, trembling and disoriented.
MALCOLM
Walk out the back, dear. Hurry.
Betty goes. Malcolm runs back for the children.
ANGLE. He reassuringly leads the four children, in their pajamas,
through the smoke-filled house.
MALCOLM
There's nothing to be afraid of. It might be a
little cold. Hang on. We'll be fine.
185A INSERT - FLASHBACK
WE CUT BACK TO Earl Little getting his family out of the burning house
in Lansing, Michigan. It should be the same exact scene we saw before
earlier in the film.
EARL
Everybody out. OUT! OUT! Get the kids.
CUT BACK TO PRESENT
186 EXT. THE HOUSE - NIGHT
Neighbors' lights have gone on. There are shouts: "What is it?" "Fire!"
"Bring those children in here."
MALCOLM
Call the Fire Department.
186A OMIT
187 EXT. THE HOUSE - NIGHT (LATER)
A hose is playing on the fire. Police cars have arrived. There are TWO
REPORTERS with the COPS. Malcolm faces them furiously.
MALCOLM
And the fire hit the window and it woke up my
second oldest baby, but the fire burned on the
outside of the house. It could have fallen on
six-, four-, or two-year-old girls. And I'm
going to tell you, if it had done it, I'd've
taken my rifle and gone after anybody in sight.
REPORTER
Are the Muslims behind this?
MALCOLM
It was bombed by the Black Muslim movement upon
the orders of Elijah Muhammad.
SECOND REPORTER
Do you know what Muslim headquarters is saying?
MALCOLM
(with total contempt)
I can imagine. I did it myself. For the
publicity.
187A EXT. TEMPLE #1 - DETROIT - DAY
Bembry is being interviewed by a reporter.
BEMBRY
We feel this is a publicity stunt on the part
of Malcolm X. We hope this isn't a case of "if
he can't keep the house, we won't get it
either."
187B EXT. MALCOLM'S STREET - NIGHT
A car comes roaring down the street with rifles sticking out the
windows, and pulls right up in front of Malcolm's house.
ANGLE - HOUSE
Brothers Earl and Benjamin 2X run out of the car up to Malcolm.
BROTHER EARL
We called your house, operator said you had
requested that your phone be turned off.
BENJAMIN 2X
Give us the command, Malcolm.
MALCOLM
I don't care about myself, my wife and four
children were sleeping in their beds, they
have nothing to do with this.
BROTHER EARL
Let's get out of this cold.
Brothers Earl and Benjamin take off their coats and put it over Malcolm
and lead him to a police car.
187C INT. BASEMENT - DAY
FIVE BLACK MEN sit around a table. They do not speak. They are Thomas
Hayer, Ben Thomas, Leon Davis, William X and Wilbur Kinley. All are
Muslims, all are the ASSASSINS.
CLOSE - 12-GAUGE SAWED-OFF SHOTGUN ON TABLE
CLOSE - 9MM GERMAN LUGER ON TABLE
CLOSE - .45 AUTOMATIC
ANGLE - THOMAS HAYER
He puts a roll of exposed 35mm film into a sock.
ANGLE - TABLE
ASSASSINS
Allah Akbar.
187D EXT. NY HILTON - DAY - ESTABLISHING SHOT
187E INT. NY HILTON
ANGLE - LOBBY
Malcolm is checking in when he is approached by a young WHITE COED.
COED
Mr. X. I have a good heart. I'm a good person
despite my whiteness. What can the good white
people like myself who are not prejudiced do to
help the cause of the Negro?
CLOSE - MALCOLM
He looks at her. He thinks. He speaks.
MALCOLM
Let sincere white individuals find other white
people who feel as they do and teach
non-violence to those whites who think and act
so racist.
CLOSE - COED
COED
I will, Mr. X, I will.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
Let's all pray without ceasing. May Allah bless
you.
187F INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Malcolm lies on his bed, and for the first time WE SEE the strain in
his face, it has begun to take its toll, he's a haunted man. A doomed
man.
ANGLE - MALCOLM
Malcolm dials the phone.
MALCOLM
Brother Earl.
187G INT. HOTEL THERESA - NIGHT
BROTHER EARL
Malcolm, where are you? We've been calling all
over the city.
INTERCUT between Malcolm and Brother Earl.
MALCOLM
I'm gonna try and get some work done tonight.
BROTHER EARL
Let some of us come down there.
MALCOLM
No, that won't be necessary. I'll be all right.
BROTHER EARL
I wish you'd listen to us. What about the
meeting tomorrow? We need to frisk people.
MALCOLM
I don't want folks to be searched, it makes
people uncomfortable. If I can't be safe among
my own kind, where can I be? Allah will protect
me.
There is silence on the other end.
CLOSE - BROTHER EARL
187K INT. AUDUBON BALLROOM - NIGHT
The five assassins are casing ballroom. They check the different
entrances, the exits, the bathrooms, staircases while the jam packed
crowd continues to dance the night away.
188 INT. A FRIEND'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Betty is putting her four daughters to sleep when the phone rings. She
picks it up.
VOICE
That red nigger of yours is dead and so are
your bastard children.
CLICK.
Betty hangs up the phone and it rings again.
BETTY
Stop calling us. Leave us alone. Leave us alone.
I'll kill you. I'll kill you.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
Betty it's me. It's me.
INTERCUT between between Malcolm and Betty.
BETTY
Malcolm, they keep calling, threatening us.
I'm going crazy, when is this going to stop?
MALCOLM
Don't answer the phone. It's all right. It's
all right. Nothing is gonna happen to anybody.
BETTY
Dear heart, where are you?
MALCOLM
At the Hilton. The girls asleep?
BETTY
I just put them to bed. Can we come to the
meeting tomorrow?
MALCOLM
I don't think that's such a good idea.
189 EXT. ROAD
A blue 1968 Cadillac passes a sign that says Patterson, New Jersey.
ANGLE - CAR
The assassins are on their way to the Audubon Ballroom, Wilbur Kinley
is behind the wheel, no one is talking.
190 EXT.STREET - DAY
Betty is driving to the Audubon Ballroom, her four daughters are in the
backseat making a racket.
190A EXT. STREET - DAY
Malcolm drives to the Audubon Ballroom.
191 INT. AUDUBON BALLROOM - DAY
Brothers Earl and Benjamin 2X along with some others are putting the
folding chairs in place for the coming meeting. The audience has not
started to come in yet.
192 EXT. GEORGE WASHINGTON BRIDGE - DAY
The assassins are driving over the George Washington Bridge.
ANGLE - CAR
KINLEY
Brothers, the time is fast approaching, it's
the hour of the knife.
193 EXT. STREET - DAY
CLOSE - BETTY
Betty is trying to quiet down her daughters as she drives.
194 EXT. STREET - DAY
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Malcolm is in deep thought as he drives.
194A INT. AUDUBON BALLROOM - DAY
Betty and her four kids walk into the ballroom and move down the center
aisle. One of the girls drops her black doll and a young man picks it
up. The young man is Thomas Hayer, he gives it back to her.
BETTY
Say thank you.
GAMILAH
Thank you.
THOMAS
You are welcome.
ANGLE. The rest of the assassins come in and go to their positions
along with the rest of the crowd, the place is starting to fill up.
195 INT. BACKSTAGE - DAY
BROTHER BENJAMIN 2X
No sign of the minister yet.
BROTHER EARL
He'll be here like clockwork.
196 EXT. STREET - DAY
Malcolm drives past the Audubon Ballroom, people are going in but no
cops are present.
ANGLE - CAR
Malcolm drives by.
ANGLE - STREET
Malcolm parks his car, it's four blocks away. He turns off the ignition
and sits there.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
It's as if he's frozen in his car.
ANGLE - STREET
Malcolm finally gets out of the car, locks the door and walks a couple
of steps, then stops.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Malcolm has stopped in his tracks, like some unseen force has overcome
him which prevents him from moving. Malcolm is paralyzed.
CLOSER - MALCOLM'S FACE
His eyes are closed, and the street noise begins to build to a
deafening _roar_. Then all of a sudden it stops.
ANGLE - OLD WOMAN
OLD WOMAN
Son, you all right?
Malcolm opens his eyes, she has brought him out of it. He looks at her
but doesn't answer.
OLD WOMAN (contd)
Are you okay?
Malcolm looks at this old woman, who slightly resembles his own mother.
MALCOLM
Ma'am, I'm fine.
OLD WOMAN
Good. We need you. I recognize you, don't pay
them folks no never mind, you keep on doing
what you doing.
MALCOLM
May Allah bless you.
OLD WOMAN
I'll pray for you too, son. Jesus will protect
you.
She walks away, carrying her two shopping bags full of groceries.
197 INT. BACKSTAGE - DAY
Malcolm walks in. Present are Brothers Earl, Benjamin 2X and a
secretary SISTER ROBIN.
MALCOLM
Is the program ready?
BENJAMIN 2X
No, Brother Minister.
MALCOLM
Why not? You've had ample time, you and the
sister.
SISTER ROBIN
I apologize Brother Minister, we'll have it
next week.
He is pissed.
MALCOLM
Folks are sitting out there _today_, not next
week, expecting to hear our program.
BENJAMIN 2X
Next week, Brother Minister.
MALCOLM
Has the Reverend called? Is he going to show?
BROTHER EARL
Reverend Chickenwing called last night and said
he wouldn't be able to attend.
MALCOLM
So now we have no opening speaker? Why wasn't I
informed last night?
BROTHER EARL
I called Sister Betty, she didn't tell you?
MALCOLM
Since when do you start telling Sister Betty my
business? Since when? She has nothing to do
with this. You tell me, not her, not anybody
else.
BROTHER EARL
I assumed...
MALCOLM
What did I tell you about assuming?
Malcolm starts pacing the room, nobody has ever seen him like this
before.
MALCOLM
Benjamin, you better go out there and explain
why the program isn't ready today.
Benjamin 2X gets up to leave.
MALCOLM
Sister, please go with the brother.
They both exit.
CLOSE - MALCOLM AND EARL
BROTHER EARL
Brother Minister, what is wrong?
MALCOLM
The way I feel, I ought not to go out there
today. In fact, I'm going to ease some of this
tension by telling the black man not to fight
himself -- that's all a part of the white man's
big maneuver, to keep us fighting amongst
ourselves, against each other. I'm not
fighting anyone, that's not what we're here
for.
BROTHER EARL
Let's cancel.
MALCOLM
Is my family here yet?
BROTHER EARL
Down front as always.
198 INT. ANTEROOM - DAY
A lone COP in uniform stands in the shadows with a walkie-talkie.
198A INT. BACKSTAGE - DAY
Malcolm is about to go on stage when he sees Sister Robin.
MALCOLM
You'll have to forgive me for raising my voice
to you.
SISTER ROBIN
Brother Minister, I understand.
MALCOLM
(to himself)
I wonder if anybody understands.
199 INT. AUDUBON BALLROOM - DAY
The place is filled. Betty and the girls sit in a boxed-off section
near the platform. Malcolm's bodyguards stand on and around the stand.
Benjamin 2X is finishing up his speech when Malcolm walks onto the
stage and sits down.
MALCOLM
Make it plain.
BENJAMIN 2X
And now, without further remarks, I present to
you one who is willing to put himself on the
line for you--
CLOSE - BETTY AND THE KIDS
CLOSE - THOMAS HAYER
CLOSE - WILBUR KINLEY
CLOSE - LEON DAVIS
CLOSE - BEN THOMAS
CLOSE - WILLIAM X
CLOSE - MALCOLM X
CLOSE - BENJAMIN 2X
BENJAMIN 2X (contd)
--a man who would give his life for you. I want
you to hear, to listen, to understand one who
is a Trojan for the black man.
ANGLE - STAGE
A roar greets Malcolm's intro. He shakes hands with Benjamin 2X, then
steps toward the podium.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
He starts to rearrange his 3 x 5 index cards in his hands.
MALCOLM
Brothers and Sisters, Wa-Salaam Alaikum.
AUDIENCE
Alaikum Wa-Salaam.
SWIFT JERKY PAN OF CAMERA
There is a commotion in the rear of the audience.
BENJAMIN THOMAS
Git your hand out of my pocket.
The bodyguards move toward the rear.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
MALCOLM
Hold it, brothers. Don't get excited. Let's
cool it--
ANGLE - WILLIAM X
He stands up from the fourth row with 12-gauge sawed-off shotgun
blasting.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
Throws up his hands, grabs his chest and is knocked backward.
SHOTS - PURE PANDEMONIUM
People hit the floor, knock over chairs, stampede for the exits.
ANGLE - BACK OF AUDITORIUM
Wilbur Kinley ignites a smoke bomb.
ANGLE - FIRST RUN
Thomas Hayer and Leon Davis stand up, run toward the stage, and empty
their .45's and Luger into the fallen body of Malcolm.
ANGLE - BETTY
She is on the floor covering her children.
ANGLE - AISLE
Hayer and Davis charge up the aisle toward the rear exit, shooting at
the crowd.
ANGLE - BODYGUARD
He stands in Hayer's way, Hayer fires, he turns, the bullet misses and
the bodyguard gets off a shot which hits Hayer in the leg.
ANGLE - HAYER
He stumbles momentarily, then limps on.
ANGLE - STAIRCASE
Hayer is running down the staircase when he is tripped, and goes flying
through the air to the bottom of the landing. The crowd starts to beat
the shit out of him, kicking him in the head, etc., they're about to
tear him apart from limb to limb when a PATROLMAN enters with gun drawn.
He shoots gun into air and the crowd backs off and he takes custody of
Hayer.
ANGLE - STAGE
One of Malcolm's bodyguards, BROTHER GENE, is over him, giving him
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Brother Gene stops, Betty moves in and
hugs her dying husband.
BETTY
Somebody call an ambulance. Somebody call an
ambulance.
ANGLE - ENTRANCE
THIRTY COPS walk in like it's a spring Sunday stroll in Central Park.
CLOSE - MALCOLM
His eyes are glazed over.
BETTY'S VOICE
They killed him. They killed him.
200 SHOT - BROTHERS EARL AND BENJAMIN 2X SITTING ON STAGE
200A SHOT - MALCOLM IS RUSHED ON A STRETCHER TO HOSPITAL NEXT DOOR
SHOT - HOSPITAL SPOKESPERSON
HOSPITAL SPOKESPERSON
The person you know as Malcolm is no more.
200B THE STUNNED FACES OF BLACK PEOPLE OUTSIDE THE AUDUBON BALLROOM...
--AND IN HARLEM.
OSSIE DAVIS speaking behind the above:
OSSIE DAVIS'S VOICE
Here at this final hour, in this quiet place,
Harlem has come to bid farewell to one of its
brightest hopes, extinguished now and gone from
us forever.
200C DOLLY SHOT of the long line of people outside the funeral parlor,
waiting to see Malcolm's body, where it lies before burial.
OSSIE DAVIS'S VOICE: (contd)
For Harlem is where he worked, and where he
struggled and fought. His home of homes, where
his heart was and where his people are. And it
is therefore most fitting that we meet once
again in Harlem to share these last moments
with him. For Harlem has ever been gracious to
those who loved her, have fought for her and
defended her honor even to death. It is not in
the memory of man that this beleaguered,
unfortunate but nonetheless proud community has
found a braver, more gallant young champion
than this Afro-American who lies before us
unconquered still. Many will ask what Harlem
finds to honor in this stormy, controversial
and bold young captain and we will smile and we
will answer and say unto them:
2OOD SHOTS - FACES OF HARLEM - PRESENT DAY - THE 90'S
Ordinary PEOPLE in ordinary pursuits of life, BLACK PEOPLE still
struggling to stay afloat in a racist WHITE AMERICA that does not have
their best interests at hand -- 8 years of Reagan and now at least 4
years of Bush.
OSSIE DAVIS'S VOICE (contd)
Did you ever talk to Brother Malcolm? Did you
have him smile at you? Did you ever listen to
him? Did he ever really do a mean thing? Was he
ever associated with violence or any public
disturbance?
200E SHOT - STREET SIGN - MALCOLM X BOULEVARD - HARLEM
200F SHOT - YOUNG AFRO-CENTRIC TEENAGERS WITH MALCOLM X T-SHIRTS, HATS,
JACKETS, JEWELRY, ETC.
OSSIE DAVIS'S VOICE (contd)
For if you did, you would know him and if you
knew him, you would know why we must honor him.
200G SHOT - NEWSREEL FOOTAGE OF THE _REAL_ MALCOLM X
OSSIE DAVIS'S VOICE (contd)
Malcolm was our manhood, our living black
manhood. That was his meaning to his people and
in honoring him we honor the best in ourselves.
200H FREEZE FRAME - A CLOSE-UP OF THE REAL MALCOLM X SMILING RIGHT AT US.
CUT TO:
200I SHOT - INT. CLASSROOM BULLETIN BOARD
A picture collage of Malcolm X. It reads P.S. 153 -- Harlem honors
Malcolm on his birthdate May 19, 1935.
OSSIE DAVIS'S VOICE (contd)
And we will know him then for what he was and
is. A PRINCE, A BLACK SHINING PRINCE who didn't
hesitate to die because he loved us so.
ANGLE - CLASSROOM
It's a fourth-grade class.
CLOSE - STUDENT
1ST STUDENT
I'm Malcolm X.
CLOSE - STUDENT
2ND STUDENT
I'm Malcolm X.
CLOSE - STUDENT
3RD STUDENT
I'm Malcolm X.
CLOSE - STUDENT
4TH FEMALE STUDENT
I'm Malcolm X.
201 INT. CLASSROOM - SOWETO, SOUTH AFRICA - DAY
CLOSE - STUDENT
1ST STUDENT
I'm Malcolm X.
CLOSE - STUDENT
2ND STUDENT
I'm Malcolm X.
CLOSE - STUDENT
3RD STUDENT
I'm Malcolm X.
CLOSE - STUDENT
4TH FEMALE STUDENT
I'm Malcolm X.
CAMERA PANS slowly to head of class where the teacher stands, it's
NELSON MANDELA.
CLOSE - MANDELA
MANDELA
As Brother Malcolm said, "We declare our right
on this earth to be a man, to be a human being,
to be respected as a human being, in this
society, on this earth, in this day, which we
intend to bring into existence by any means
necessary."
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