Black August Page #2

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pissed off guy in prison.

No. Well, actually, he's a cofounder of

what's known as the Black Guerilla Family.

They're on the government's list

of subversives.

- Jackson was recruited by Huey Newton...

- Okay.

All right. Is that it? Let me see it.

It's a compilation of letters to

his lawyer, mother and father...

...Angela Davis, some other women.

It's rough...

...but that could really be something.

- What do you mean rough?

Smooth out the edges. That's your job.

This is fantastic.

This could be another Soul on Ice.

How much can we get it for?

- Twenty-five thousand. Thirty thousand.

- All right, fine.

How many textbooks are you on now?

Can you fit this into your schedule?

I'm finishing two right now.

I can get started on this one right away.

All right.

But how do we know for certain

that this kid wrote the letters himself?

Okay, apparently he honed

his writing skills...

...reading various revolutionary theorists

during four years in solitary confinement.

They welded his door shut.

Sounds like a big stretch

from Fun with Physics.

I don't like those kinds of jokes.

How do we get access to this Jackson?

They can get me in

posing as a legal investigator.

All right, get on a plane, get out there.

And don't let this one get away, Dryer.

- Go get me a sandwich.

- Yes, sir.

Step through again, please.

Remove your belt, sir.

Watches please.

Don't worry about it.

You two are gonna get along fine.

It'll be a while before I can bring

Mr. Jackson down.

He is some distance away and, of course,

we have security concerns.

Thank you.

Bullshit.

Sidle Jackson.

Listen up, warden.

Let's go.

You have two hours.

I got your letters.

I've been waiting a long time.

Maybe all my life, you know?

Fay and I have to talk over

a little piece of business first...

...and then we can jump right into it.

- Yeah.

A man was tear-gassed to death

this morning...

...and I'm organizing a protest.

- Well, we got a lot to talk about.

- Yeah.

- I got a lot of questions.

- Go ahead.

First, do you have any cigarettes?

Yeah.

Just...

I tear off the filters.

I ain't afraid of getting cancer.

I was born with it.

No, no, I quit a long time ago.

Well, you will live a long time.

Yeah. Okay then.

There, there.

- What the f*** is going on here?

- What?

I didn't write this stuff.

Whose handwriting is this?

It's mine.

- Who do you think you are, man?

- No, I'm just...

I'm trying to make the MS

more consistent so that we...

I'm not gonna have anybody

put a false face on me.

- Do you understand what I'm saying?

- I think, George, he's just trying to help.

I didn't come this far

to get sold down a river.

People have been trying to get me

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