When I was a kid, my first year playing baseball,
I sat on the bench the whole time.
That didn't discourage dad though.
He was in those bleachers every single game,
cheering his head off.
When we finished the season in the cellar,
dad volunteered to coach.
He treated every single one of those kids
like they were his very own, and he never played favorites.
My dad was a good guy.
Fair and decent, and--
Grandpa, you wanted to say something?
My son set an example for all of us
by working hard for his family and community.
We all remember how strong he felt about preserving
the values of our country.
Richard was born in a time when everybody knew the difference
between right and wrong.
That time doesn't exist any longer in America.
But my son fought to bring it back,
and we owe it to him to carry on that fight.
Richard James Schalin, my son.
God rest his soul.
[theme music playing]
[SINGING] We never thought we'd find a place where we belong.
Don't have to stand alone, we'll never let you fall.
Don't need permission to decide what you believe.
I said jump down on Jump Street.
Your friends will be there when your back is to the wall.
You'll find you need us 'cause there's no one else to call.
When it looks hopeless, a decision's what you need.
You'd better be ready to-- be ready to jump.
21 Jump Street.
I pledge allegiance to Adolf Hitler, the immortal leader
of our race--
[all repeating]
--and to the new order for which he stands--
[all repeating]
--one great cause, sacred and invincible.
[all repeating]
--the hope and future of all Aryan men.
[all repeating]
Heil Hitler.
[all repeating]
OK, folks.
First order of business--
to whoever brought the cheese Danish,
it's the highlight of my week.
Thanks a lot.
[laughter]
Pass them around, please.
Secondly, coming around is a map that shows you where to park
for the demonstration tomorrow.
Joe, I thought we were going to open this up to the group.
We are.
Actually, Silvia's concerned about picketing
at Schalin's Salvage Yard, considering their Nazi leader
just got murdered.
It makes us look pretty unsympathetic.
You know they suspect one of us are killing the guy.
So you're worried about payback?
Look.
It's not going to happen at the picket.
We'll have police protection. - How much?
The city don't want to pay overtime for the extra cops.
You let up now, you're sending out a very dangerous message.
We don't fight back.
She's right.
[sounds of agreement]
OK.
Let's vote on it.
All those want to lay low for a while.
OK.
All those want to go ahead with the demonstration?
[sounds of agreement]
All right.
We're going to see you bright and early tomorrow, gang.
[cheering]
They killed your old man, and all you
do is sit around like a wuss.
We are not a street gang.
When are you going to get that through your head?
Could take some time with me, man.
[laughter]
Our every move is being watched
closely, so we have to find ways to make that work for us.
Your father wouldn't have cared what others thought.
And where did that get him?
Where did that get any of us-- standing out
in some field at night, dressed in white sheets and dunce caps
while the NAACP just cruised through
with whatever they wanted?
My father had no idea what was going on.
Hell, you shirts and skins would fight between yourselves
while Uncle Tom took your jobs.
Now we're at war.
Sit down, Cecil.
Name's not freaking Cecil.
It's Bane!
Enough!
Sit down!
The old way is dead.
Be patient.
Follow me now and I will get you where you want to go.
Lab says the bullet that killed
Richard Schalin came from a weird caliber
gun, possibly an antique.
Isn't that guy, Joe, a collector?
Harry, I feel weird.
I mean, it's like--
it's like we're spying on these people
when, if it weren't for the case, you know,
we'd be right in there with them.
One of them may have killed a man.
A Nazi.
That makes a difference?
You know what I mean.
A lot of those people victimized in there were Vietnamese.
You're going to tell me you don't just want to hang
those guys by their toenails?
What I want is to bust whoever it was
that killed Richard Schalin.
I don't care if the guy was a Nazi or a card-carrying member
of the ACLU.
Well, I didn't know you were so evolved about all this.
Judy, we are cops.
We got a job to do.
I love the smell of the Earth and the grass when it rains.
You know how a smell will bring back the memory of something?
It reminds me of Sackle Road.
The old house?
Yeah.
Your dad-- he used to mow the lawn for $1.
But first he had to pick up all of Champ's dog poop.
[laughs] He'd wrap his shoes in newspaper just in case
he missed something.
I miss him.
I want my father back.
I wouldn't know it from the way you talked at that meeting.
Gramps, I love dad, but he couldn't lead.
Don't confuse how I felt about him
and how I feel about purifying our race.
Well, maybe your father couldn't move us forward.
Maybe it was a cause, or maybe it was the time.
But Lance, the time is right again.
Exactly.
Don't hesitate.
I don't intend to.
Start using force.
It worked before.
No.
It won't work now.
And what's it been since you were last at a meeting?
Five years?
I'm coming back.
I want to help.
I need to help, for Richard.
PEOPLE CHANTING: Take their business, shut it down!
No more Nazis in our town!
Take their business, shut it down!
No more Nazis in our town!
Take their business, shut it down!
No more Nazis in our town!
[chanting continues]
They murder one of us and then get
police protection while they run us out of business.
40 years ago this wouldn't have happened.
40 years ago was 20 years before Martin Luther King.
It's a damn disgrace.
Gramps.
[chanting continues]
[shouting]
Pigs!
This sucks! Let's do some stomping!
Now!
We got to wait until Lance gives the word.
What I'm trying to get you to understand
is, as American citizens we have a right--
Do you believe Hitler was a great man?
We have a right to free speech.
We have a right to express our ideas--
Do you believe that?
Hitler believed in purity.
We believe that.
We believe in the purity of the races.
We don't believe in the mongrelization--
Well, we certainly don't believe Hitler was a great man.
History has proven that Hitler was horribly misguided.
And yet he still stands as the figurehead of your movement.
Because he recognized the need for a new order.
He had the vision, the ability to bring about that--
I want everyone to understand something.
We do not believe in violence.
What we do believe in is America and Americans.
That's what we believe in.
And what exactly is an American to you?
Shut your mouth or I'll shove a stick of dynamite in it!
Back up your rock, cue ball!
Why don't you go back to Africa, jiggaboo?
[whack]
[shouting]
Eight stitches.
Another scar you can brag to your grandchildren about.
Really?
You think it's going to scar?
So what are you going to tell them--
that you kicked some skinhead butt?
Or that you incited a riot?
I was the one who was hurt, remember?
Yeah.
And other people could have gotten hurt because of you.
[scoffs] I don't believe what I'm hearing.
Are you trying to tell me the skinheads
had nothing to do with this?
Judy, you were wrong.
You crossed the line first.
No.
They cross the line every time they
say nigger or kike or gook, and you of all people
should understand that.
Those are just words.
I taught myself that a long time ago.
When?
After the first or the hundredth time someone called you a name?
You know, maybe you didn't have to face things I had to
when I was a kid.
I'll tell you what I had to face.
In Vietnam, I knew what it was like to be
part of the majority.
I mean, I was the majority.
When I got here, the school I went to had two other Asians.
I didn't even know what some of the names they called me meant.
All I knew was that it hurt, and it made me ashamed of who I am.
Then you understand how I feel.
I made a promise to myself I would never let anybody
hurt me like that again.
So did I. I don't hear it.
Well, if you can shut it out, fine.
I guess you're just a better person than I am.
But just stepping back every time doesn't solve the problem.
Sooner or later you're going to run out of room.
And then you tell me how to deal with it.
Where's your loyalty?
Doesn't it make you want to give, knowing they killed
our leader and we go to jail?
I mean, how would you like to be sitting down there in jail
knowing we can't even raise bail money?
Why don't you get it from them for once?
Hey man, you think beer grows on trees?
We wouldn't even need bail money if you hadn't showed up.
These guys are our soldiers.
They make different kinds of sacrifices.
[shouting]
[interposing voices]
It's very difficult for him to get a job.
Why do you think we became skins in the first place?
People around here discriminate.
They won't hire just because their hair is short.
Then why don't they let their hair grow out?
[sounds of agreement]
I mean, think of the money you could save on hair cuts alone.
We cut our own hair.
We've got more important--
Hey, hey, hey.
I know it's frustrating.
The courts, the cops, our jobs--
it's all been taken away.
That's why we're uniting.
The worst thing we can do now is fight amongst ourselves.
Now Hank, Blitz--
Shake hands.
What about it, Hank?
Can you float us a couple hundred
to help us get the guys out?
Sorry, Al.
Youngest needs braces.
Let's have a Nazi car wash.
[laughter]
Let's make a deal.
A few hundred dollar loans will move you up in the movement--
let's say captain.
Since you put it that way--
Our newest member, uh--
Doug.
I have some money saved up from a job I did in Idaho.
Been to the Aryan Nation's church up there?
I worked Reverend Butler's computer network.
Well, we appreciate the offer, Captain.
[shouting]
How you boys doing?
You guys miss us?
Huh?
I thought I had a ground score, man.
- White trash. - What can I say?
I used my head.
[laughter]
I'm going to make sure you get a Purple Heart.
That was beautiful. That was beautiful.
Great work, everybody.
Here you go. Yeah.
Celebrate. Cheers.
Great work.
And thanks for coming.
Every time we demonstrate, every time we voice our opposition
we get closer to ridding our problem
and declaring this city a Nazi-free zone.
All right.
[cheering]
Cheers.
What are you doing?
I couldn't resist your collection.
You like guns?
I don't know anything about them.
Do these things work?
Like they were made yesterday.
Let me show you.
I've got some beauties here.
Here.
Try this.
See how nice it balances.
Go ahead.
Don't be afraid.
Guns aren't dangerous.
It's the people behind them, you know?
Ever have to use them?
Only legally.
I'm the shooting champ down at the gun club, you know?
You're, um-- what nationality?
Japanese?
Yeah.
I had to ask because, you know, sometimes it's hard to tell.
But, I really admire you people.
Very industrious.
Not like the Vietnamese that come over, you know?
Yeah.
They are sneaky.
Yeah.
Exactly.
[laughs] You're a good guy, Harry.
I'm really glad we're on the same side, you know?
Laces.
Red means white power.
White laces mean white pride.
What do, uh, yellow laces mean?
Yellow laces, like, claim you killed somebody.
Really? Hey Cecil, you killed somebody?
Don't call me Cecil!
It's Bane!
OK, Bane.
Hey, you getting your hair cut or what?
Why should I?
To fit in, man.
Why?
I feel the same way as you guys.
[scoffs] No, you don't.
Lance brought in those poser Brown Shirt fems,
but they ain't the same as us.
I hate greasers as much as the next guy,
but when it comes to busting heads--
You gotta do it, man.
Why?
Because it's a war.
They take our jobs.
So take them back.
Little snarf's will do crap like be
maids or work in the fields.
I won't do that.
Right.
OK.
Maybe I'm a high school dropout, but I still deserve
better than picking peas.
Tell me why you hate kikes, Doug.
When I was a kid my family told me how it is.
As I grew up, I saw they were right.
You're a good talker, Doug.
You finish school?
My family, man-- they fought for the
freakin' Himey's in the war.
I go, you idiots.
We'd be better off if Hitler won the war.
What'd they say?
They threw me out of the house.
But, uh-- you know, that's cool.
That's what I wanted, you know?
Yeah.
My mom-- the day I shaved she locked herself in a room.
She wouldn't come out until I left.
She should see your tattoos.
OK.
Enough philosophy.
Sit down.
[clippers buzzing]
You with us or what?
You gonna wuss out and be a poser,
or are you gonna shave for battle?
That's it?
The guy's got an antique gun collection?
I say we get a warrant, run ballistics on them.
Harry, I agree that Joe's a suspect, but I don't--
The man is dangerous.
I know what his kind is like.
His kind?
You're starting to sound like a skinhead.
You know what?
There's only one difference between Joe and the skinheads.
The skinheads are more honest.
At least you know where they stand.
With Joe or people like him you--
you never know it until you don't get the job
or you can't move into the apartment.
They're both out to hate.
And what about you, Harry?
We're not talking about me.
If I came to you with the same kind of evidence,
you'd suspect there's something more to it.
Now, what's going on?
Nothing.
In fact, I'm the only one here who hasn't
let this thing affect me.
That's what worries me.
Well, after we got the guys out of jail
we went to the skins' hangout.
LANCE: Yeah?
To make a long story short, they wanted me to join them.
Well, I wasn't going to do nothing
until I talked to you first.
I'm glad you did.
Well, so what?
Can you use me as a soldier?
You know, Doug, the skinheads are very important to us.
There was a time before Reagan when activity was on a decline.
Nobody wanted to dress up in white sheets
and stand around their four by fours listening
to a bunch of dumb rednecks.
I hear that.
Take a kid like Cecil.
Drop out, directionless, shaven head.
He and his young pals listening to their Oi!
Music-- hip, young, urban, romantic even--
but they're stupid idiots.
And you give them direction.
I thought I could.
Nah.
They'll all grow out of it--
at least the skinhead thing.
But when these kids are parents they're
going to have a place in their hearts
for the only people that paid them any attention when
they needed it.
Well then you're all out of skinheads.
Nah.
Their younger brothers will fall right in line.
After a while that's a lot of people on your side.
Now, Gramps-- he'd tell you go, shave, be a soldier.
He's as fooled as anyone.
You're a smart kid, Doug.
I can use you without your brains beat in.
Just tell me what to do.
We need to meld educated racists like yourself
with these skins, start mobilizing
into every aspect of society.
I'm glad you didn't lose your head, Doug.
Hey Chinaman, what's for dinner tonight--
chopped saki?
Yeah.
Invite us over.
I'll bring the rice wine.
I'll bring the soy sauce.
Hey, slope, I'm talking to you.
Say something.
This is America.
We speak English here.
My father's Chinese.
My mother's Japanese.
I'm all mixed up.
[laughter]
[whacking]
[grunting]
[shouting]
It's about time somebody dealt with these punks.
Hey, Harry.
Hey.
I heard about last night.
No big deal.
I was attacked, and I just reacted.
No big deal?
One of them's in the hospital.
- Hey, I tried to walk away. - Lighten up.
I'm on your side.
Ioki, I read the report and the witnesses accounts.
Aside from a few quibbles from the skins,
it all looks straight.
I wouldn't worry about it.
Thanks, Captain.
Harry, cases like this one makes
it a little hard to maintain professional detachment.
I think you did the right thing.
Good work.
What is this crap?
What do you mean?
You're the one that wanted to get the message out.
Unbelievable.
Something wrong with a little initiative, son?
Of course not, but I have no patience for stupidity.
These will make the people sit up and listen.
[grunting] I'll make them throw up!
You don't get people to listen by waving around that maniac!
You get people to listen by breaking Geraldo's nose.
You don't even have a clue, do you?
And what are you doing hanging around him?
I thought you knew better.
I bumped into Albert while I was
visiting Bane at the hospital.
Did you go see him?
I didn't think so.
You use those people to fight for you,
and then you forget about them--
just like every other politician.
You're going to go far, Lance.
It's not true, Doug.
Albert is just a crazy old man.
Then let's go to the hospital.
If you really want those guys to fight for you,
you ought to at least pretend to care.
[sighs]
Hey, Harry, bring it over this way.
Hi.
How you doing?
What's up?
Come on.
Don't hold out on me.
Give me all the details.
[sighs] It was nothing.
You're kidding.
We're leading two to zero.
This is a victory lunch, and I'm buying.
Bring us two of your biggest steaks, rare.
You like rice with yours?
Baked potato would be fine.
A couple of potatoes, a couple of beers.
You know, you don't have to do this.
Nah, in this country we reward our heroes, man.
I didn't do anything so great.
[laughs] You took two skins out of action.
Their leader just got whacked.
All we need is a little follow through.
We can break their backs, man.
Thanks.
You've proven that you're a man of action.
Let's get up there and go to bat.
I take it you don't mean another picket.
No, no, no.
That's fine for the rest of the group.
I like to deal with things more directly.
I could go for that.
[clinking]
How are you feeling?
Those pigs, man--
they won't let me watch "Green Acres."
They changed the channel to the freakin' "Love Connection."
I'd sure feel better if I could watch
Mr. Douglas and Arnold Ziffel.
What happened, Bane?
I don't know, man.
Buddha-head freaked on us.
You know, we're hassling him and all, nothing major,
then he gets all Bruce Lee on us.
He got in a real cheap shot and I went down.
Zipperhead keeps wailing on my ass while I was down.
Total ape wire.
The dude was nuts.
What about the other skins?
I got to make a phone call, OK Bane?
I'll be back.
So, uh, what is it?
I mean, what happened that you can't tell Lance?
Did you tell my mom to come here?
Uh, no.
Did she?
The nurse told me she was here, then left.
I didn't even see her.
Oh, forget her.
Bitch.
I was just wondering.
They ran away.
Who-- your parents?
The skins.
Blitz and Zing.
They hauled ass when I went down.
When I close my eyes I don't see that Oriental guy kicking me.
I just see them running away.
Don't worry about it.
Lance will take care of you.
Lance.
He used me the most.
I whipped his behind.
I won't tolerate it. Not in my house.
Oh, I know what you mean.
I caught Sammy watching "Sesame Street" a couple of times, too.
White children right in there with those others.
Commercials, too.
Everybody all thrown in there together.
You have to be so careful what they watch.
Why don't we try putting our own show together?
[kids playing]
Why not?
We could teach the kids the right way?
So you think mainstream America is ready to tune
into "Nazi Street" with Big Bird and Oscar the Fascist?
Well, you were the one that--
It's a dumb idea.
I was just trying to--
Don't try so hard, Grandpa.
Bang. I got you.
No, I got you first.
Sammy, not here while we're talking.
Let's go to my room.
BOY: Yeah.
Lance-- Put the gun down, son.
Hey, Lance--
Where did you get this gun?
Nowhere.
It's just that real guns are very dangerous.
Do you understand?
How did you get it?
Lance, this is my gun.
Now, where did you find it?
Under the house.
Where?
Under the house behind some of Dad's boxes.
Was this after Grandpa Richard died?
I'll put it back.
I promise.
Yes.
You put it back, and--
and we'll make this our secret.
DOUG: Albert.
Hey, I was just driving by.
Is everything OK?
Don't worry about it.
I'll get it.
Maybe I should get Lance, huh?
No, no.
No.
OK.
All right.
I'll get-- is it this one?
Oh.
All right.
There.
Scoot over. I'll drive.
With my own gun.
What are you talking about?
I expected to fight the outsiders.
My strength always came from my family, from each other.
We have--
--for the cause.
Yeah, but we haven't lost.
I don't know who I'm fighting.
I don't know who I am.
Albert, what happened?
What about your gun?
I found it.
He killed him.
Who?
[sobbing] Lance.
killed his father.
Why didn't you just go in and get the gun?
I wasn't going to risk blowing my cover just so Albert
could get back at Lance for not letting
him put up Hitler posters.
You don't believe him.
If I had to believe somebody it wouldn't be Albert.
Oh, so now there's good Nazis and bad Nazis?
One advocates violence, the other doesn't.
No, wrong.
It's all violence.
Because the bottom line is, what they preach is hate.
They have the right to preach whatever they want,
regardless of how sick it is.
I'm surprised at how well you argue for the Nazis.
Or maybe I shouldn't be.
[scoffs] Well, that's really cheap.
I'll tell you what.
Why don't you just follow your leads and I'll follow mine,
and I'll forget we had this little conversation?
Uh, Truman?
You better figure out what's eatin' you.
What are you talking about?
That fight you had with the skins?
I know what went down.
Hitler would-- no.
Joseph Goebbels-- he'd have a blast with television.
He sees techniques all the time, as long as people don't know.
How did your father's ideas differ from Albert's?
They're both just old, outdated.
You know, in a lot of ways I felt
my father's heart wasn't in it.
Must have been pretty frustrating to have
the ideas that you got and have to just sit back.
"Hitler was right."
Oh brother.
Intentions were good.
He's still living in 1941.
Albert's intentions are violent, Doug.
It's not the way to take power.
Not anymore.
He paid for them out of his own pocket.
I'll see he gets paid back.
I've seen the skins run through here a million times.
There's a restaurant they go to about a block away.
It's over here.
Great.
Man, you're a funny guy.
I mean, I never figured you for the hero type. you know?
Nah, it's--
Hey, don't be embarrassed.
I think it's great.
[scoffs] You do all right, fighting them your way.
Courts, demonstrations?
Come on.
The Nazis eat up that kind of publicity.
So, what?
You have something in mind?
Yeah.
I want a kick ass like you did.
For every name they called us.
For every time we had to look at their ugly faces.
You gave some back.
I just defended myself.
Yeah.
I'll bet it felt good, too.
You know something?
I've been dying to defend myself, too.
Hey, listen.
I'm no glory hog, OK?
You take him out.
I'm just here for the leftovers.
Show time.
[door slams]
[engine starts]
Where the hell are you going?
Hey.
I'm sorry I'm late.
That's OK.
Where are all the others?
Well, it's kind of weird.
Albert came by with some beer, and they all decided
to go to the park and hang out.
Albert did this? Yeah.
He just sort of Pied-Pipered them
right out the door with just a couple of cases of beer.
You don't think that he's trying to cut your legs out
from under you, do you? - No.
No.
Albert probably just wasn't aware we were going to meet.
He-- he was aware.
It's my father all over again.
Look what had to happen to solve that.
You know, Doug, I really believe in what I'm doing.
I'm not some maniac.
You know?
I know that people don't outwardly agree with us,
but it's clear that America is not what it used to be.
It makes me sad.
And if you look at the facts, America's
gone downhill ever since the Civil Rights,
ever since the Mexicans started pouring across the--
Lance, what do you want from me?
In order to make things right again, some of us
are going to have to sacrifice things
for the good of the cause--
things close to us.
Others are going to have to take a more intense role.
I thought Cecil was that person, but--
no.
He doesn't have the brains.
But you do.
I'm just not sure that you have--
How do I prove it to you?
How'd it go?
Joe's not our man.
I thought he wanted to go skinhead hunting.
No.
He wanted to watch while I did all the work.
He thinks I'm a hero.
For defending yourself?
I lied to you about the skinhead.
I wanted to hurt him, and I did.
What?
I could have walked away.
I worked hard to become part of this country.
It wasn't my choice to be here, but I made a life trying
to replace what I'd lost.
Now these people, these skinheads
tell me I don't belong.
But they're wrong.
You know that.
But I still feel this incredible rage that anyone
could even say that to me.
You know?
Yeah.
And Joe-- all I could see was his pettiness, his ugliness--
I didn't realize he admired those same things in me.
I'm no better than him.
That's not what I see, Harry.
I see a man who's opening his heart
and trying to change the parts he doesn't like.
More flyers.
Gramps--
Leave us alone.
Us?
Is there somebody here that Doug and I can't see?
Maybe Hitler, Goebbels, Dr. Mengele maybe?
"Us" means the movement.
You're out.
The skins will never follow you.
The skins will follow anybody that'll give them enough beer.
You think they really care about your words?
I'm not words.
I take action.
Yeah.
Like killing your own father.
Doug--
Who is he-- your new Cecil?
You'll look good in yellow laces.
Kill him, Doug.
Don't listen to him.
He's not one of us.
Oh yes, he is.
He's a direct line, from you straight to his father.
You made him.
Lance's things.
She'll never accept that he hanged himself.
She'll think the guards did it.
She'll believe what she believes.
Beliefs can hurt a lot of people.
How are you doing?
I just wanted to say I'm--
I kind of--
I thought maybe-- maybe it can start here.
I'm sorry.
[music playing]