Guerrilla (2017) s01e04 Episode Script

1 £25 a month.
They'll put us in a safe house.
You, me and Dhari.
(CULLEN) A month and nothing to show.
They're getting ready to take this away from us.
They're gonna make things right about him with the pigs.
This can't be because of Julian.
- These three, what are you hearing? - Nothing.
Go into the neighborhood.
- I've tried.
- Then try again! Your son is not only a user of narcotics, he's an addict as well.
You need to stop thinking about yourself and start thinking about what you're doing to your brother.
I'm the one who gave you your voice! I wrote your book! Your words don't mean shit without my life! If you want people to take you seriously, you have to show them that you're more than just a thug.
Is that girl filling your head with that shit? We need a real soldier! I don't think your man has a problem with your tactics.
I think the problem is you succeeding without him.
This is Jas Mitra.
I'm going to read a Declaration of a State of War.
Power to the people.
This is Jas Mitra.
I'm going to read a Declaration of a State of War.
(Tape rewinds rapidly) (Tape rewinds rapidly) This is Jas Mitra.
I'm going to read a Declaration of a State of War.
(Voice speeds up, followed by click) (Tape spools forward, followed by click) (Tape rewinds, a click, tape rewinds again) - of Che and Hampton.
- (Click) (Tape playing in slow motion) (Continues in slow motion) (Tape rewinds) of Che and Hampton, who first inspired us by their fight behind enemy lines.
(slowed down) for the liberation - This is Jas Mitra - (Tape rewinds) - behind enemy lines.
- (Mellow jazz) - This is Jas Mitra - (Tape speeds up) - (Tape speeds up) - The example of Fanon, L'Ouverture, of Che and Hampton (Slowed down) for the liberation - of Che - (Mellow jazz continues) (Slowed down) for the liberation This is Jas This is Jas (Slowed down) for the liberation This is Jas Mitra (Tape plays in slow motion) I'm going to read a Declaration - of a State of War.
- (Tape speeds up) (Jazz foregrounded) (Jazz starts to break down) (Music turns funky) (Music turns discordant and drowns dialog) (OMEGA) You were supposed to be shaking hands with the agenda setters.
Not doing cocaine with some porcelain tart.
- I was being sociable.
- Oh, I can imagine! No.
Those are the ones you need to engage.
Who do you think is going to sway Parliament? Some MP's fawning daughter? The the the youth of the privileged, who are going to rail Mom and Dad and say, look, you know point out the systemic inequities (Laughs) You sound like Darcus Howe's parrot! Wasted your brand, preaching your race hate and scaring white people.
You need me to be your face.
So don't get upset when I use my own voice.
I honestly don't care how many little short-skirted wiggers you wanna line up and lay down.
Just Jesus Christ! Liberals are only liberals until you start trying to shag their daughters.
Stop the cab.
We all get something out of this if we each play our parts.
(Engine running) (Engine revs) (KENT) Meanwhile, there are good blacks How would you define "good blacks"? Well, you know, blacks that have dedicated themselves to the struggle and-and-and put their wellbeing at risk, daily.
Not the lives of others.
Not, not You know, not putting others a-a-at risk.
(INTERVIEWER) And that's how you would characterize what's being called the Bishop-Mitra Gang? Uh, no, no.
(Kent laughs) No, I-I would um I would character I-I would refer to them as um hooligans Hooligans and, um, troublemakers.
Is Eliette back? What, you can't go ten minutes without her? - Where are you going? - Target practice.
You know that costs us money, right? (Door slams) have used racial strife as an excuse to commit violence for the sake of violence.
Alberta is easily one of the most beautiful places you can ever visit.
Are you an outdoors person? I suppose.
It offers a variety of landscapes - mountains, rivers, grassland If you're more interested in a city experience the dining and accommodations in Toronto are as elegant as you'd find in any other What about Quebec? It's uh pleasant.
- You don't like it? - It's just France is right here.
And it's so much more cultured.
Thanks for the time.
My pleasure.
- Cool? - Cool.
I used to be right there in Newark.
I ain't never been to Canada.
Like America without black people.
(Scoffs) It sounds shitty.
- It is.
- (Jangle of keys) (Starts engine) Four people working in the office - three women and a manager.
Had three people pass through, slow.
Nobody's trying to go to Canada.
And the TWA office? The same, a little more activity to it.
Same with BOAC, same with Lufthansa.
(LEROY) Why are you even bothering? Travel offices? Each of those offices represent commerce.
They represent the interests of countries that support oppression.
So what's the plan? Move under the cover of dark, we strike simultaneously.
We both deface the property - Deface? - And ransack the offices - What do you mean, like deface - looking for any sensitive like vandalize, like some drunk soccer thug? Let him finish.
Look, we cause capital damage, as well as look for any sensitive documents - Uh-huh? - that can - Why's it gotta be night-time shit? - Because we're trying to avoid the police.
(ELIETTE) We should bomb them.
If you want to avoid the police, we should bomb them.
Where are we gonna get four bombs? We're not trying to blow up the masses.
You don't kill masses.
You plant the bomb, you phone in a warning, give people the time to evacuate the building.
Where the hell are we gonna get four bombs? They're not that hard to make.
I gave you the manual.
No, we ain't making no bomb.
Petrol bombs, then.
We firebomb these offices We're not trying to burn down the block.
Yeah, all you're trying to do is steal some papers and check for bad spelling.
I'm sick of how they're talking about us - "muggers" and "thugs".
Ain't we supposed to be soldiers? Soldiers stand and fight.
We're gonna give 'em something to remember.
Negroes with guns.
That's a whole new conversation - ain't that right, Jas? That's like our thing now, yeah? That's like the Bishop-Mitra Gang signature - show up and start blasting? When you was looking them Rhodeys in the eyes and they was pissing themselves, are you gonna tell me that didn't feel good? Hell, yeah, it did.
That's power.
That is power.
Let them see that shit in our eyes.
I do TWA, Jas can hit up BOAC, Eliette does Canadian Pacific and you can go at Lufthansa for your little Germans.
What you thought up, all this here, it's good.
But what I'm saying is throw in some guns.
- There's a plan.
- (LEROY) Damn straight.
(Knocks) Hey.
Hey.
I was um I just wanted to see if everything was alright with your brother.
At least he hasn't got himself picked up again.
I put the word around, asked the coppers working the Irish to give him the go-by if they could.
Thank you.
Are you Irish? My parents were from the North.
I was born here.
I grew up, I guess, understanding the Troubles, but not the violence.
Irish against Irish? It's the Brits who get the last laugh.
I'll see ya.
I got a message from them.
Jas sent me a message.
Sent it how? She said what's happening now, they're doing it in Julian's name.
Your boyfriend? This can't be about Julian.
He was an advocate, he wasn't a killer.
If you know anything .
.
you need to tell somebody before Pence finds out.
He's gonna take it out on them, on you on your brother.
I can't get Connor caught up in this.
Your brother's already caught up.
Look I can help.
But you have to let me do it now before it's too late.
If you wanna do something for your brother, I'll help how I can.
Alright? (Gun clicks) (Instructor speaks German) What's this? When you take action against Lufthansa, I want you to read that out loud.
You're having a laugh? It's a it's a Marxist screed.
Favor for favor.
You come to us for weapons, then you can spread our word.
Lufthansa's all we care about.
The rest, you can make any statement you want from the Bishop-Mitra Gang.
(Instructor continues in German) (Gunshots) (Speaks German) - Eliette? - (Gunshot) - Eliette? - (Machine-gun fire) (Rapid gunfire) I want to read the next communique.
After this action, I want to read the next communique to the press.
Alright.
It's the Black Army Faction.
They keep calling it the Bishop-Mitra Gang.
I can't help what people call it.
It makes our objectives unclear if people aren't clear about who we are.
We're the Black Army Faction.
It's not just about you and Dhari.
Okay.
(Rapid gunfire) You alright? Yeah.
(Rapid gunfire) (Retches and coughs) (Panting) (Groans) (Coughs) (Ronnie breathes heavily) (Ronnie coughs) (Water running) (RONNIE) It's better.
I'm better now.
This whole This experience I was going the wrong way in life.
I see that.
I needed to get well.
And I'm well now.
I am.
I think I would like to I'd like to go home now.
I want I want to go home.
(Sniffs) You should um You should stay until you're better.
Until you're cured.
This has gotta be street-level investigation.
Work your informants, work those you've got relationships with.
Trust built is the path to information gained.
By taking advantage of those Thanks for joining us.
By taking advantage of those in the targeted communities who are willing to be reasonable (CULLEN) It's getting to be a problem.
No, it's beyond that.
Now, if you've got issues, if you need to take time - It's personal.
- Look, whatever it is Not "whatever".
It's my boy.
Then take the time.
Well, if you need it, take it.
But you not being here, it makes me look bad.
The um the friend, the Irish girl? I think she's coming around.
We stay with her, we're likely to get a break.
The Germans told me they have passage for me to Algeria.
When? Thursday.
From there, I can get to Lebanon, spend three months training, then back to Canada.
Yeah.
You can stay with us.
We need you.
This isn't my fight.
Self-determination, if it's here, if it's in Canada It's not my crowd, okay? They are not my crowd.
The Germans could get you to Algeria too.
Shooting up a bunch of travel offices? In Lebanon, you could do a lot.
I can't just leave.
It's not "just".
You're not running off on holiday.
For every one of us who learns to fight, there are 20 more we can teach.
You know they're not calling it the Black Army Faction, right? They call it the Bishop-Mitra Gang.
You're the one they're afraid of, not your boyfriend.
I'll have to talk to Marcus.
You don't need his permission.
I'm not asking for it.
I won't go without talking to him, without telling him.
(Engine outside) (Birdsong) (Music plays) 'I saw one of them coming out of a flat.
' He was with the guys who attacked me.
These two have been all over the news.
And Dhari he's the one that cut me.
No way I'm ever gonna forget him.
(Marcus sighs) What Why'd you come to us? Why haven't you gone to the police? To tell them what, brah? You think they care about some colored that got messed up dealing? Half the time, the filth are the ones ripping us off.
Now, you you are the one I seen on TV talking about people need to be held responsible for the shit they do.
Well, I mean Well, they beat my friend! And they cut me.
Cut me for nothing but a handful of drugs.
It ain't right what they did to us.
It ain't right.
Are you going to do something or not? (Door opens) Kent! Kent! This isn't something you want to get in the middle of.
I can handle this.
You ain't gotta prove anything to Omega.
Trevor, either you've misread the situation, or you've misread me.
- Look - No.
(PENCE) He knows where to find this gang? (KENT) He's seen the individual that's connected with them.
(PENCE) This boy, the one that got cut.
What's his name? You need to tell us what you know.
There are certain conditions that - Conditions, eh? Eh? - you might agree to These are terrorists.
If you don't wanna talk, we can compel you.
I can assure you, there are any number of well-connected individuals whose outrage would be noticed and public.
(CULLEN) What do you want? - To observe the arrest.
- No, no, no, no.
(CULLEN) To what end? - To make sure it's lawful.
- (Pence scoffs) You can cocktail with all the liberals you want.
We'll still run you in.
If you tell us what we're getting into, there's less chance things will turn violent.
Hey.
Hey.
We're not negotiating.
We've got how many leads to go on? Seven weeks, how many? In exchange for solid information we'd allow you to observe the arrest.
- Is that acceptable? - Yes.
Yes.
(PENCE) Take him out.
It's a small price.
It's better to work with a couple of them - than fight them all.
- Don't speak against me! Not ever! And not in front of one of them! Hey, stay here.
We agreed that I could observe.
Watch from here.
(Car door slams) Hey, you, come here.
You know the fella that lives there? - Which one? - Don't muck me around.
Do you know the fella that lives there? A couple of fellas that live here, mate.
Alright.
Don't get smart with me.
You just stay in your flat.
What? I I I don't even know how to say it.
Hey.
Don't be scared.
- I'm not.
- Yeah? 'Cause I am.
I am.
The last time a gun was put into things, it didn't go so well.
But it's everything Dhari said.
They're on the ground and you're standing, they're begging, you're demanding.
To the people with the guns goes the power.
They use it for oppression, we use it for liberation.
Eliette's going to Lebanon to train.
I'm going with her.
- For how long? - (Footsteps) I want to learn to fight.
For how long? Three months, at least.
And we're to do what? Do the exact same thing - go attack some travel offices.
(Marcus sighs) You're letting it get to your head.
- This Bishop-Mitra Gang.
- That's not me.
- I'm not the one calling it that.
- You're like a popstar.
One snappy record and you think you're someone.
I let you read my communique.
"Let me"? "Let me"? Hey! You didn't "let me" do anything.
I earned the right to be a voice when I went after the Rhodesians.
I fucking saved you! I saved you from turning into a petty thug, stealing from petty drug dealers.
And you "let me" read your communique? You and your your fancy words! You just hand them round like favors and yank at them like a leash! I k You know, you do it to Dhari, you do it to me! I keep turning you all into symbols.
- And you keep turning your back - Hey.
on the struggle! Okay, this is where the fight is! In our streets, in our towns, not in fucking Lebanon! Hey, don't be arguing with guns in your hands! - Just leave! Just leave! - You know what? Fuck it.
Yous two work it out.
I'm not asking for your permission.
Marcus, I am telling you what I'm doing! Okay, just like that, you desert us? I'm not deserting you, I'm learning to be a better soldier.
Look, a soldier stays loyal to the fight! If you have to go to Lebanon to figure that out, - you're never gonna learn.
- You fucking don't get it.
Oh! How can I get it, huh? You're the immigrant! I'm just a fucking natural-born.
- I need to do more! - No, no.
You don't "need", you "want".
You want something else, you want to be celebrated.
I want to be black for a cause.
(Mutters) What, they're going to Canada? Maybe.
Maybe they've got a connection here.
Start going through flight manifestos.
I'm gonna check the travel office.
- This is for us, not him.
- (Engines start) Where's he off to? Just uh to make a report.
Five, four, three, two, one.
(Engine starts) (Man whistles) (ELIETTE) When you let off your rounds, aim up.
A ricochet will get someone killed.
Meet back here at quarter past.
If you're late, I'm leaving you.
(Tires screech) Dhari! Dhari! Hey, Marcus! (Bus bell) (Rapid gunfire) Power to the people of Quebec! (Rapid bursts of gunfire) (Screaming and gunfire) "We take this action against the regime of the propertied classes.
" For the Black Army (Dialing tone) For the Mitra-Bishop Gang.
"The German proletariat must repudiate the bourgeois politics of trade union economism" We ain't gonna be victims! "Mahler and Schubert are shining examples of the universal Marxist" Your government lies to you.
It oppresses you.
"against the ever encroaching new fascist" Fuck it.
Black people, organize and arm yourself now.
(Gunfire) (Gunshot) Armed police! Stop! (Gunshot echoes) (Gunfire) (Gunshot) (Eliette gasps) Throw out your weapon! Throw out your weapon! (She breathes heavily) (Moaning) (Sirens approaching) Step out! Stand up! Hands up! (She speaks French) (Gunshot) (Sirens approaching) Hey! Hey! Get out the car.
Get out the car.
- Get out, get out! - (Woman screams) - Just go! - (Siren approaching) We can't leave without Eliette.
She was gonna leave us.
Get in! Get in! (People screaming) Dhari! (Sirens rapidly approaching) (Radio news broadcast) (JAS) Eliette? Eliette? Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey, hey, be cool, Jack! Be cool! What the hell, man? What happened? Hell, I was about to lickety- split right outta here.
We pulled the actions, then we heard uh sir sirens.
Eliette didn't make it back to the rendezvous.
- She ain't made it.
- No, something went wrong.
Been on the news.
She ain't made it.
What do you mean? There were cops at Canadian Pacific.
There was a shootout.
The pigs got her.
Let's go back! You ain't hearing me? She ain't made it.
She got set up.
Hell, I thought all you all was set up.
(DHARI) Set up how? I was on my way back to my apartment, right? This brother flags me down, tells me my joint got raided.
How'd they know where to find you? I don't know, man.
I swear.
All I know, that one coconut got something to do with it.
- Who? - That one that's always on TV.
Kent, whatever.
That brother who was looking out for me, he tells me when he's rolling from our building, he sees Kent rapping with the fuzz.
Yeah, that same nigger that was putting us down.
Now he's selling us out to the cops.
We gotta The Germans.
- We go back to them.
- No.
- We explain things to them.
- I read their screed during the action, okay? They're as hot as we are right now.
Someone else who can hide us.
- Maybe Bailey.
- Right.
Let's get what we need, let's get what we can take.
Let's put it in the car.
(Broadcast continues) (PENCE) Look at her.
Look at the photo.
(Fallon exhales heavily) Is that what you want for your friend? Is that what you want Jas to come to? (Fallon exhales) That girl is 20 years old.
Maybe.
I've got a son who's not mu If you won't do right, blood is gonna run in the streets.
This is how it begins.
(Flames crackle) All the slum buildings you run, this is all you got? (BAILEY) Well, you got two problems.
One: you're all as hot as hell.
And any place I could put you, well, you alienated a whole bunch of coloreds - cutting people up.
- Man, what we did, we did that for you.
I'm just letting you know how it is, man, cha.
Look, you got four days.
Whatever it is you need to get figured out, you need figured by then.
Four days.
(Distant vehicle horn) (CULLEN) That girl who got shot.
She just as easy could have been your friend.
Informing on her might be the hardest thing you ever have to do.
But she'll be alive to forgive you one day.
But only if you do something about it.
Jas was always the strong one.
Always.
We both came from nothing.
Broken families, didn't matter.
No matter what was in front of her, she always knew how to fight it.
Just once, I would like to be as strong as she is.
I can't tell you where she is.
I won't even try to find her.
(Cullen exhales) I, um I extended my hand to you.
And that's all I get in return? (Laughs bitterly) I really thought I put that little hooligan brother of yours in a hole - Wait.
- I thought you'd wake up some.
You said you'd got him out.
You said you'd got my brother out of jail.
Well, how would I get him out if I wasn't the one who put him in? Uh, where are you going? (Fallon cries out) (Fallon groans) Sit the fuck down.
All the time I've put into you, you don't get to walk out.
- (Fallon cries out) - Now, that that old country cop I've got for a partner, all his sob stories about his junkie kid, he's not worth a damn thing, except getting everyone to think that this Irish dog is soft for the blacks.
I'm tired of it.
You're gonna deliver me those niggers.
Or your brother's gonna live the rest of his short, little ass-fucked life in the Maze.
And I promise you they don't take kindly to young poofs acting like they're Provos.
Leave him alone.
Please leave him alone! Ah, now you beg, huh? You ain't begged yet.
(Fallon gasps) Give them to me.
Huh, you understand? Give them to me! (Fallon cries out) The bitch is drunk.
(Fallon groans) That's for her mess.
(Fallon sobs) (Sobs) (Car engine running) (Jas gasps) (Footsteps approaching) (MAN) Have you cleaned it yet? Have you cleaned it? No.
Get to it.
We've got to start her autopsy.
(Footsteps withdrawing) (Exhales) Get the fuck down! Everybody, down! - Kent! - Put your head down! Head down! - (JAS) Kent! - (LEROY) Stay down! Kent! Did you tell the police where to find us? - Jas, what the - Yes or no? Just trying to keep you from getting killed.
(She exhales) This is our next action.
- A bomb? - A bomb.
Planted at the Black Power desk at Metropolitan Police.
We've been fighting the filth.
The filth's who we've got to take action against.
How do we get the bomb inside Scotland Yard? I don't know.
But I know we will.