Detroit Page #3

FLYNN:

Oh, I almost hit that one.

(LAUGHING)

LYNDON B. JOHNSON:

There is no American right...

...to loot stores...

...or to burn buildings,

...or to fire rifles

from the rooftops.

That is crime.

And crime must be

dealt with forcefully...

...and swiftly,

and certainly under law.

AFRICAN-AMERICAN LEADER:

...LBJ tell you...

...that, "Violence never

accomplishes anything,"

"...my fellow Americans."

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Don't you see,

the real problem with violence...

...is that we have

never been violent.

We have been too nonviolent!

(ALL SHOUTING)

Excuse me!

POLICEMAN:
Go back

the way you came!

I need to go down this road

to get to work.

What did I say? Back!

I need to go down this road

to get to work, Ford Assembly.

Hold on! Where you going?

Hey! Let him go!

You cannot go this...

(GUNSHOTS)

(SCREAMING)

POLICEMAN:
Take cover!

We might have a sniper on...

KRAUSS:

Boy, would you look at this.

So sad.

It's preventable, you know.

That's the worst part.

Look at this.

This looks like f***ing 'Nam.

You believe this is the USA?

And we're to blame.

(HONKS HORN)

By standing by,

the trouble started. Now this.

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

FLYNN:

What can you do with this?

They're crazy.

They're not crazy. They know

exactly what they're doing.

This is gonna

be worse than '43.

KRAUSS:
No, we need to stop

failing these people.

They're looking to us, and

we keep letting them down...

...left, right, and center.

Take this motherf***er

right here. Halt!

(TIRES SCREECH)

Halt!

Halt!

(GUNS COCKING)

Get back!

(SHOUTING)

- DEMENS:
Stay off the street!

- KRAUSS:
Halt!

DEMENS:
Back up!

Hey!

(GRUNTS)

KRAUSS:
Come here!

Get back off the street!

(WHIMPERING)

Hey, Phil! Come on!

Hey, Phil!

Forget him! Come on!

F***!

(GASPS)

FLYNN:
You're not supposed to

shoot the looters anyway.

(PANTING) Yeah.

How the hell

are we supposed to stop them?

What a f***ing specimen, huh?

(GROANING)

(GASPING)

(LEON WHIMPERING)

OLD LADY:
Confound it!

What... What are you doing

under there?

(STUTTERING)

I just live down the street.

If you can go

get my wife Roberta?

You want me to

call the ambulance?

No, no police!

Just, please, Roberta.

OLD LADY:
Goodness!

LEON:
Get me Roberta.

MALE REPORTER:

1,100 National Guardsmen...

...have been rushed

into as many areas...

...as they can cover,

protecting police.

Looters carry off thousands

of dollars' worth of goods...

...with a gay sort of leisure.

Many negro shop owners

put up signs...

...reading "Soul Brother"

to avoid damage.

But the fire bombers

and looters...

...are indiscriminate.

POLICEMAN:

Just cuff him to the chair.

I'll get to him

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