The story is set in the 1960s when racial tensions were high in the U.S. The language the characters use may not be very pleasant to many but let's face it guys, this language was in use then so there'll be no point in getting pissed off about it.
The story is about a white supremacist who must work with a black civil rights activist to find his son who has been kidnaped.
While the title might appear out of place, it's a metaphoric reference to what happens when the protagonist(s) lay aside their skin/race issues and work together. It's not the best title for the piece but please note, it's a work in progress.
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FADE IN:
MONTAGE - NEWSPAPER HEADLINES FROM AROUND THE WORLD
An office with a view. Through the window the Statue of
Liberty is visible behind the man who stands by a huge desk.
He looks at one of the newspapers on the desk. The headline
reads: "KKK Mob Violently Breaks Up Civil Rights Rally in
Birmingham." Beneath the headline is the photo of a man,
ROLAND HARD, 30s, pummeling a bloody black man who's on the
ground.
Jackson - A SUPERMARKET. The sign above it's door says "Keep
Mississippi White." A lady picks up a newspaper from a
newspaper stand, glances at the headline which reads: "Lone
Freedom Rider Sentenced to Two years in Prison For Breaching
The Peace."
Big Ben looms in the background. A man boards a bus, finds a
seat then unfolds the newspaper he clutches. The headline
SHOUTS: "OUTRAGE AS ANOTHER CHILD IS KIDNAPPED IN HULL."
INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
A small moderately furnished living room. It's partly
illuminated by the flickering light of a small TV.
Three PEOPLE: two burly MEN and a gorgeous woman, Helen
(30s), follow a news story on the TV.
FEMALE NEWS ANCHOR
Police are circulating the picture
of the woman alleged to have been
behind the spate of kidnapings in
Hull city. . .
An artist's rendition, a composite of an Asian-looking lady
in her 50s, flashes on the TV.
Helen glances glances at two men.
HELEN
That make-up job worked. Spike
you're a genius.
The bulkier of the two MEN, SPIKE (30s), shrugs.
FEMALE NEWS ANCHOR (O.S.) She is believed to be an associate
of Caius Severino
The three trade glances.
FEMALE NEWS ANCHOR (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Whom Interpol believes-
Helen curses, flicks the TV off.
HELEN
Spike, get me a drink.
Spike plods off. The other man, Bob (40s), moves closer to
Helen, wraps an arm around her shoulder.
BOB
Life can be a bitch.
Spike joins them, hands a snifter to Helen and another to
Bob.
HELEN
Not for you. Interpol doesn't know
about you. We'll keep it that way.
BOB
Honey-
Helen lights a cigar. Smokes in silence for a while.
HELEN
I'll need to leave with the kid
before they start searching. You
two wait for Severino and tell him
how to find me.
BOB
Helen we could just dump the kid
and leave. We have enough money.
HELEN
Not enough to get us all the
luxuries we need. The money we'll
get off the kid will buy us a new
lifestyle, the sort we had before
the war. We can't be always
struggling, can we? We didn't
survive the Nazi camps for nothing.
The two men nod.
HELEN (CONT'D)
And this child, what he'll suffer
in Severino's hands will give me no
little pleasure.
A sharp high-pitched scream cuts through the room.
Spike produces a thin leather cord from one of his coat
pockets.
SPIKE
I'll do him.
Helen holds up one hand.
HELEN
Leave him to me.
INT. DETENTION ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
The room is totally dark.
Above the sounds of a recording of horrific screaming, the
plaintive but low-tone wailing of a child is perceptible.
The detention room's door creaks open then a light snaps on
illuminating a boy, ALEX 
, who's tied to a chair in the
middle of the room.
The boy babbles, delirious.
ALEX
I won't do it again. I swear. I
won't. I won't Miss, I-I promise.
Helen walks over.
HELEN
We'll make a deal kid. Each time
you break my rules I leave you in
the dark and let out the man in the
closet.
The boy breaks down again.
ALEX
Please Miss-
HELEN
One more thing sweetheart, make a
row like that again and I won't
even let you go.
ALEX
G-Go?
HELEN
Yeah. Like, go the toilet? You'll
have to do it right where you are.
Understand me?
Alex nods.
HELEN (CONT'D)
Now who's going to be a good boy
and do everything momma says?
ALEX
I'll be good.
Helen fixes a fierce glare on Alex for moment. She rises
abruptly, heads to the door and flicks the light off. As
though on cue, the horrific screams commence again.
SUPERIMPOSE: TWO YEARS LATER.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Partial darkness.
A sliver of moon is visible through the gossamer curtains
that cover the bedroom's window. On the bed, curled in fetal
position, Alex, sleeps. He snores softly.
Helen and Hard stand beside the bed, gazing down at the
sleeping child.
HARD
He's looks even more beautiful when
he sleeps. Like an angel.
HELEN
Yeah, like something that belongs
in heaven.
HARD
You mean comes from heaven surely!
HELEN
Hey . . . why don't you take me
there?
Hard kisses Helen's cheek. She grasps his arm, steers him
towards the door.
INT. HARD'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Hard, in a natty suit, briefcase in hand walks in. In his
other hand he clutches a gift wrapped in shiny paper. He
approaches Helen who lounges on a couch, watching TV.
HARD
Where's Alex?
HELEN
It's always Alex, Alex, Alex.
She snorts, turns back to the news.
Hard sighs.
HARD
I'm sorry then. I should have said-
Helen shushes him up, nods at the TV.
HELEN
I'm trying to concentrate here.
Hard curses, shoves off.
NEWSCASTER (O.S.)
In a landmark ruling today, the
Supreme Court-
Hard pivots around, looks at the TV.
NEWSCASTER Officially recognized the Black Brotherhood as a
legal political
party. Mobs took to the streets in Jackson to protest.
Footage of a riot in progress is shown on the TV.
INT. PORCH - LATER
A rap sounds on the door.
Hard who is on his way out, jerks the door open.
MAN (O.S.)
You heard the news sir?
HARD
Very disturbing.
MAN (O.S.)
Things are getting out of hand, you
agree?
HARD
Our people betrayed us.
MAN (O.S.)
The Grand Dragon's thoughts
exactly. But he wants us to lie
low.
HARD
Doggone him! Lie low and let jigs
walk all over us? I, most certainly
will not lie low!
HARD (CONT'D)
I'm going South to join the
protesters and do what has to be
done to safe-guard the future of
our children.
MAN
The Grand Dragon-
HARD
We'll convene tonight in my office
to draw a battle plan.
MAN (O.S.)
We need to obey the-
Hard slams the door.
INT. HOTEL RECEPTION - DAY
Customers mill about: Some checking in, others checking out.
They're all over the place. A tall, powerfully built man,
JEFF POWERS (60s), KANSAS' KKK Grand Dragon, watches the
action from a vantage position at the hotel's entrance.
A short man in a white suit, PHIL, joins him.
PHIL
Tourist season. You make good cash.
POWERS
You spoke to Hard?
PHIL
Yes. He wants our Den to meet
tonight. You were right sir, Hard
is not going to obey your orders.
POWERS
Did you explain the facts? That
President Johnson is a Southerner
and that he's my cousin? That it's
our duty not to embarrass him?
PHIL
Hard's the K's golden boy. He feels
he can do anything.
Powers moves away abruptly, SHOUTS at a bellboy arguing with
a fat lady.
POWERS
The customer is always right! Do as
she says immediately.
The bellboy nods, carries all the lady's bags and stumbles
after the lady.
Powers returns to Phil's side.
POWERS (CONT'D)
Golden boy or not if he disobeys
the edicts of his superiors, he
leaves me no option but to deal
with him as an enemy. Like a
nigger.
PHIL
Do we send a wrecking crew to
remind him how to behave? Show him
orders have to be followed. . .
POWERS
No, there's better ways to make a
branch bend. Through him I'll show
every young K member never to
question my authority. By the time
I've finished with him, he'll know
why a hog squeals.
PHIL
How will you do it without a
wrecking crew?
POWERS
You'll be my one man wrecking
squad. Once you destroy Hard my
way, you'll replace him as the
Grand Giant here in Wichita. Do we
have a deal?
PHIL
It's fab!
Powers glances at his watch.
POWERS
We don't want you to be late Phil,
you have a meeting to attend. And
from now on walk around with a gun.
When you get a chance strike once,
strike sure.
Phil nods.
INT. HARD'S OFFICE - LATER
A large office that doubles as a conference room. Hard
ushers in arriving GUESTS.
Phil arrives last.
PHIL
Sorry I'm late. I went to see
Powers. He's not happy.
A lady with a tray full of drinks, passes round, hands a
glass to each of the MEN.
HARD
Well neither am I.
Hard takes his place at the head table. He clears his throat
and all conversations cease instantly.
HARD (CONT'D)
Gentlemen, we meet at a bleak
period in our nations history. You
saw the government we voted in
betray us. As if that's not enough
our own people ask us to live and
let live! To be equal with
coloreds!
The MEN shout. A confused babble of dissent.
PHIL
White Power! White-
Hard glances at Phil. He murmurs an apology, averts his
eyes.
HARD
We can't betray the dreams of our
fathers. Can't let coloreds and
other savages take over our country
to enjoy the milk and honey our
ancestors fought for! Bled for! Got
scalped for! Can we kill our nation
by our inaction?
MEN/PHIL
No!
HARD
Then gentlemen the only way we can
save this situation is by taking
preemptive action. The Black
Brotherhood must be broken.
Destroyed! To get it done, we have
to go South.
Hard looks around at the MEN.
HARD (CONT'D)
Who goes with me?
MEN/PHIL
Me!
Hard holds up his glass for a toast.
HARD
To a more glorious America!
Glasses clink.
INT. BAR - NIGHT
Booze flows freely. On an improvised stage by the counter a
stoned performer barely able to stay on his feet, attempts
to sing.
Drunk REVELERS all of whom wield miniature flags labeled
"BLACK BROTHERHOOD" applaud the performers efforts.
A retinue of tough-looking blacks escort two men, ABDULLA
AHMED (40s) a rotund, whiskered black man and a good-looking
mulatto, AARON WHITTAKER (30s), the leaders of The Black
Brotherhood, to the stage.
One of the toughs shoves the stoned performer off the stage
then helps Abdulla up. The tough holds up a hand. Everyone
falls silent.
ABDULLA
My people, our victory today is
only the beginning of bigger things
to come -- equality and equal
opportunities!
The REVELERS applaud.
Abdulla and Whittaker trade a furtive glance.
Whittaker nods.
ABDULLA (CONT'D)
The battle has only just began. Be
sure that the whiteys will fight
back so they can still use and
abuse us. But we shall fight back
harder, both openly in courts and
secretly on the streets at night!
Thunderous applause.
ABDULLA (CONT'D)
I thank you all for your support
and in future when we need it,
shall we count on you?
The REVELERS shout their assent.
Abdulla descends from the stage.
Whittaker takes his hand, leads him to a table at one corner
of the bar.
WHITTAKER
You're sure we didn't waste money
to feed the riff-raff?
ABDULLA
Patience. By the time we are done,
we'll have milked them dry.
WHITTAKER
And then to Jamaica. . .
ABDULLA
Canada maybe. A safe place we can
get married.
WHITTAKER
What if the Klan doesn't play it's
part?
ABDULLA
They can't resist it. If they
don't, we'll force their hand.
At the bar's entrance, several BLACKS manhandle a white
reporter. They smash his camera.
ABDULLA (CONT'D)
Something like that.
Abdulla rises.
ABDULLA (CONT'D)
We can't talk here, we don't know
who our enemies are. Come on, let's
hit the street.
They head for the door.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
A main street in Wichita.
Hard hurries down the street. Enters a gun shop. A car
tailing him, stops.
Phil hops out. He grabs a camera from the dashboard, waves
the driver off then darts into the nearest phone booth. He
inserts coins into the slot, dials a number.
He waits a moment, then speaks.
PHIL
He's going South tonight. What do
we do?
POWERS (O.S.)
Follow him South. Get me his liver.
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