the following story is fictional
and does not depict any actual person or event
("Are You Havin' Any Fun" playing)
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How'd you fare down at
Fort Benning,Mr.Bellowes?
Held my own,sir.
Managed two degrees
inside of five years.
Studied straight through the
summers,thanks to the GI Bill.
All while working part-time over at
Dexter Broadman Advertising,I see.
I joined their creative
side full-time after Wharton.
I'm surprised you want to write
ads for our little family operation.
Well,I'm not one for
three-martini lunches,sir.
I have bigger ideas,and
I know how to sell them.
Such as?
Well,Mr.Kemp,there's a housing
shortage here in Philly.
I came out of the service with
Uncle Sam backing my first mortgage
and not a patch of ground in this city
to plant my flag,and I am not alone.
I don't want to build high-rises.
I'm talkg about houses,sir.
Neighborhoods of good
men and their families.
I want to make you the
Henry Ford of housing.
How exactly do you plan to do that?
Well,I'd like to show you.
You're gonna have to
take a ride with me.
Last summer,blight wrecked the corn and
potato crops as far as the eye can see.
There's , acres
sitting in the bargain bin.
Get to the point,son.
Cities are crowded,dirty...
built on grids.
Out here,the streets'll be peaceful,winding,named
after colleges,flowers,pretty girls.
Picture them lined
with ranch-style houses.
Out front,a bright-green
yard and an apple tree.
We'll run a print campaign.
We'll-we'll open a... a
showroom with plenty of fanfare,
and we'll call it... Libertyville.
And when the good people of
Libertyville want groceries,
- a haircut or,God forbid,a school...
- We build those,too!
Shopping plazas with-with
plenty of parking.
Recreation centers where
kids can play baseball.
It'll be a whole new
way of life: the suburbs.
Any thoughts on
financing this boondoggle?
They'll buy on spec.
Home ownership... is the
cornerstone of the American dream.
It is what makes a man a man.
You trust me,sir.
We will sell out before we break ground.
Lilly,this is Mrs.Chisholm.
She's got information on a m*rder
victim found out in Somerton in ' .
I'm Detective Rush.
Hello.Thank you.
His name was Julian Bellowes.
Met him when I first
started out as a maid.
Gracious young man.Worked
for Harrison Kemp.
Married the boss's daughter.
Harrison Kemp built Libertyville,big
suburban development in Somerton.
Is that where you met him?
No.The Kemps were members of
the Senators Club in Center City.
That's where I worked.
Place is a real "Who's Who.
" The thing is,they said Julian
was k*lled out in the boonies,
- but I think it happened right there at the club.
- Why is that?
The night before they found Julian,I
was on my way to clean the Legacy Room
after one of Mr.Kemp's business meetings
when I saw Julian go back inside.
As soon as the door
closes,a fight break out.
All kinds of yelling,g-glass breaking.
- What'd you do?
- Ran for help.
Nobody around.
I got back... didn't hear a peep.
So I looked inside.
Never saw a meeting end like that.
You know who else was in there?
Got a list.
Been thinking about it years.
You tell your boss?
He said,"Clean up and shut
up" if I wanted to keep my job.
Mrs.Chisholm,why did you
wait so long to come forward?
Just saw my doctor.
Time to get my house in order.
If walls could talk,I'm
thinking these wouldn't.
The manager says the room has
barely changed in the last years.
Picking up on a theme here.
Mary said Julian walked through
the door to find his k*ller waiting.
Guy approaches.They get into it.
Couple of swings right here.
Somebody... crashes into this.
The glass Mary said she heard breaking.
This panel's different.Been
replaced with safety glass.
Old leaded stuff breaks in
shards,would have crashed down.
Evidence from years
ago... is hard to come by.
Unless it has a place to hide.
I got it.
Walls may not talk,but the
floor's got something say.
Residue... could be blood.
Mary's right.
Whatever ended in that
field started right here.
"Libertyville.The
American dream called home.
Some American dream.
-year-old Julian Bellowes,throat
slit out in the middle of nowhere.
My aunt and uncle were
Libertyville pioneers.
One night my Uncle Don has too much to
drink and walks into the wrong house.
They all looked exactly alike.
The wife... Caroline
Kemp.Handsome couple.
ME says the victim's injury was
caused by a serrated blade or glass.
The evidence you found in the Legacy
Room could be our m*rder w*apon.
So,he's k*lled at the club,then
moved miles to Libertyville?
No I- back then.Somerton
was an hour's drive away.
Felt like another planet.
Couple of locals reported a
drifter.Victim's wallet was missing.
Assigned was thinking robbery.
A robbery on a farm in the middle
of nowhere?How's that happen?
Julian's headed out there for
business,picks up this drifter.
Car was found near the body.
Let's see if the lab can get a DNA sample from his
wedding band,compare it to the glass samples we gave 'em.
Anything from the list
Mary Chisholm gave us?
Maybe.Um,two people stood out.
Angelo Romano and his son Paul.
Yep.Those Romanos.
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Is that all we got?
Julian's at the Senators Club
night before his body's found;
Kemps are lifelong members there; and
not a single statement from the place?
No interviews with the
victim's family,either.
Why is this box so light?
Good question,Lil.Let me
know when you find out.
Well,I have to admit I
was surprised by your call.
The police didn't seem to pay attention when
my husband was k*lled,never mind years later.
Hope to make up for that
the second time around.
My mother was only when he was
k*lled.She was pregnant with me.
Completely distraught and... not much
use to the investigation,I'm afraid.
Oh,it was... it was a difficult time.
VALENS: There's no interviews from
your husband's coworkers or family.
Cops ever talk to you?
Only to tell me that Julian
had been m*rder*d by a drifter.
Your father was Julian's boss.
Any idea why he wouldn't
have given a statement?
Are you saying there was
some sort of misconduct?
No,we got some... blanks to fill is all.
Well,Julian was
estranged from his family.
He was close with mine.I guess silence
was my family's way of... of grieving.
We' got a witness came forward.
Heard your husband in a fight at the
Senators Club night before he d*ed.
He was at the club for a
business meeting with these men.
Recognize any of them?
Well... there's... Paulomano.
Isn't he the guy you were
dating when you met Daddy?
A romance cultivated chiefly to
drive my father around the bend.
No,it all changed the
moment I saw Julian.
Three's a crowd?
Paul didn't have a chance.
("It Looks Like Love"
by Dean Martin playing)
Cocktail?
Paul,not here.
It's my father's
birthday,for heaven's sake.
So let's take a walk.
He's gonna be all year,right?
Maybyou'd like some champagne instead?
I thought I'd die of thirst.
I hate to think of you being neglected.
Think I can look after my own
date.Not from where I'm standing.
Well,Paul doesn't cha-cha.
Well,then he won't mind warming
the bench now,will you,sport?
- Caroline.
- Daddy.
This is Julian Bellowes.
I see he b*at me to an introduction.
You're the "Ivy League genius"
my father's been raving about?
I was picturing Coke-bottle glasses.
Well,I could go home and
get 'em,if you'd like.
Julian grew up a stone's throw from
Rittenhouse Square,graduated Wharton.
We have so much to talk about.
Then shall we?
Julian made me feel like I
was the only woman in the room.
We were engaged a month later.
I take it Paul wasn't too happy
with your whirlwind romance.
Oh,he was angry,all right.
So angry he slashed Daddy's tires
that night in the parking lot,right?
Julian was too much of a
gentleman to call the police.
Caroline Kemp.She was a catch.
If you're into debutante types.
Saying you didn't mind Julian
Bellows making tracks with her?
Making tracks?
The girl was a prude.
My dog Snowflake had a better sex life
than I did when I was going with her.
So,why did you slash his tires?
Big difference between slashing
Goodyears and k*lling someone.
Yeah,except Julian's
throat was slashed,too.
You making some kind of implication?
You got anger management
issues with the guy,
and I got a witness that puts you at a
meeting with him the night before he's dead.
That's circumstantial.
Here's a circumstance for you.
Hear Romano Construction
specializes in cement shoes.
We start sniffing around your sites,we
gonna find a body fresher than ' ?
Truth is... I felt bad for the kid.
Getting in bed with
that Protestant family?
You meet those people?
They give you frostbite
just looking at you...
% off the top of my
housing sales is unacceptable.
That's even more than last year.
We been supplying you quality
building materials over years.
Without Romano Construction,you're
nothing but blueprints.
Capasso Brothers in Camden is offering
us a better price with no profit share.
The Capassos don't care about
your safety the way I do.
We accept your offer.
What?
Now listen here,Bellowes.
- Dad,he can't just come in here...
- No,Harry.Not now.
Go ahead.
We'll pay your cut on our builds in town in exchange
for complete control of our profits in Somerton.
Somerton?
What,now you're going
to sell horse manure?
You got a deal.
Keep your spazzatura
farmland and God bless.
For the Romanos,family is everything.
But not those people.Kemp-- he didn't
even know his son left the room.
So,Julian was squeezing Harry
out of the family business?
Kid had the golden touch.
That,uh,farmland up in Somerton?
That's Libertyville now.
My father gets his cut,we'd be havin'
this chat on my own private island.
You ever see Harry and
Julian getting into it?
I saw Harry eating his heart out plenty,but it took
Julian dying for Harry to get his seat back at the table.
Can I help you?
Philly Homicide.Thought we'd congratulate
you on your promotion to Vice President.
years late. .
' ,actually.
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Where were you,night
before his body was found?
I don't remember.To be honest,I
lost a couple of years in there.
Two of you get along all right?
Sure.He was my
brother-in-law.Family,don't you know?
Right.So,any chance you were
with him at the Senators Club?
That's where he was.
Uh... Told you I don't remember.
Look at this.November , .
Got your autograph on a bar tab signeat midnight,same time a
witness heard Julian fighting with someone in the Legacy Room.
That much gin will rot your gut,Harry.
- Does other things too...
- I don't know where you're going with this.
Julian made us a fortune.What was
good for Kemp and Sons was good for me.
Well,the guy leapfrogs
you to Vice President,
gets tagd "Ivy League
genius" by your father,
and negotiates deals while you're...
stammering on the sidelines.
That good for you?
Slipping down the food chain
like a clown on a Vaseline pole?
Well,my ego got a little
bruised,but I got over it.
Besides,Julian did far worse to others.
So,we should have a contract
in hand in under minutes.
There's ladies in tears
over the picture windows.
Raw farmland,but they can
already imagine the fruit trees.
Give the people what they want,they
stand in line for it,Harrison.
You think if we make you our vice president
of sales,I can get you to call me Dad?
You're engaged to my daughter,after all.
- I'd be honored... Dad.
- Take your pick.
You and Caroline are going to need
more room once you start a family.
Early wedding present.
Bunch of thieves stole my land!Been
in my family over years!
Juan Bellowes,Kemp and Sons.
Save the sales pitch,mister.
Con man!Convinced my senile old
granddad to sign on the dotted line.
Don't believe a word he says.
If it is land you want,it
is land you'll get.
Please.
Please,let me see what I can do for you.
Julian was trying to make it right.
I mean,charming,full of ideas...
Thosattributes were lost on that hick.
Old McDonald got a name?
Julian negotiated the deal.
And you decided not to tell the cops about this incident,even
when Julian shows up dead in the same neck of the woods?
We were selling houses on spec.
If people thought we were robbing farmers
of their land,it would have decimated sales.
VERA: Tracked down the families who
sold their land to Kemp and Sons.
Casey Hollenbeck filed a complaint
with the Better Business Bureau.
Arrested in ' for disorderly conduct.
Guy spent his life raising and slaughtering livestock
so,he would have known his way around a Kn*fe.
Lived two miles from where
Julian's body was found.
You,uh,check out any of those Libertyville
homes while you were out there,Nick?
Matter of fact,saw a few "for
sale" signs.Might look into it...
Well,interest rates are
low... Time to act is now.
Where is this Casey Hollenbeck today?
d*ed in ' .
I'm looking for anyone who might
have seen him at Julian's office.
Julian's secretary still around?
Yeah,uh,Joan Rasky.On her way in now.
Lab report's back.DNA from the glass in
the heating vent doesn't match Julian.
Working on whose it might
be.You have a swab from Harry?
Paul Romano,too.
What?I'm not going to sit
in the corner and knit.
Pace yourself,Will.I don't
want you busting a stitch.
Got Julian's bank records.
Guy wrote over $ ,
worth of checks to cash.
bucks a week,every week
leading up to his m*rder.
, clams.That's a
lot of cash back then.
Gambling,mistress,dr*gs.
Or a payoff.
I worked with Mr.Bellowes from February
of ' until he passed away that November.
A farmer out of Somerton,uh,Casey
Hollenbeck,had a gripe with Julian.
Did he ever show up at Julian's office?
Angry as sin.
But Mr.Bellowes patched
it up with him,of course.
How did he do that?
Well,he just explained that the city was
sprawling north,whether he liked it or not,
and he set his whole family
up in Libertyville homes.
We found weekly checks made out
to cash in his personal records.
Any chance Julian was paying him off?
You know,I really don't have any information
about his personal accounts,Detective.
Julian's gone,Joan,and the person who
k*lled him might still be out there.
I put those checks in the mail once
a week,but not to a Mr.Hollenbeck.
They were addressed to an R.Reynolds.
Any idea who that was?
I didn't know,and I didn't ask.
And then,one day,the
answer came walking in.
I'm re to see Mr.Bellowes.
Your name?
Mrs. Regina Reynolds.
I'm sorry,Mrs. Reynolds.
Do you have an appointment?
It's urgent.
Mr.Bellowes is behind
closed doors at the moment.
Well,you can let Mr.Bellowes know I am not one for
causing a scene,but I amappy to give it a whirl.
There's a woman here
to see you,Mr.Bellowes.
She's,um... a n*gro.
What are you doing
here?We have an agreement.
- This can't wait.
- Now is not the time.
I'll call you.
I promise.
So,you can imagine the scandal in .
Do you happen to remember the
address you sent those checks to?
I do.I typed it so many times
it's in the permanent file.
Robman Street.
Sorry I'm late.
Thanks for joining me.
- Figured,as long as I was going to be in Philly,
- well... I can't pass up Chinese.
Remember this place?
Brought you here when you were a kid.
Used to have an aquarium by the door.
Oh,with the angelfish.
Christmas.We would come
here at Christmastime.
Red lanterns-- close as we were
going to get to decorations.
Still love the holidays.
Yeah. Sure.
You know,she didn't mess it all up.
One year-- I was six-- well,we skipped
the Chinese,but not the gin,and...
and I helped her walk
home,and she was so... sad.
Said we didn't have any money for presents,but
when we got home,there was this bike on the steps.
It was a red Huffy with a banana seat.
I don't know.
Maybe she had some
kind of pull with Santa.
Why you looking at me like that?
Ask Santa.I'm sworn to secrecy.
I loved that bike.
I,uh,went ahead and ordered.
You need a menu or
you know what you want?
Um,sesame noodles,Szechuan green
beans and hot and sour soup.
Something I said?
Great minds think alike.
Sesame noodles.
Szechuan green beans.
Guess the soup's still on its way.
Eat before they get cold.
Robman Street.
Pissed-off white guy from work can't handle Julian's
taste in women,follows him back to Regina's place.
White guy?
How do you think Regina's
black husband was gonna take it?
His wife cheating on him with Julian.
You got a point.
Regina Reynolds?
Yes?
Few questions about Julian Bellowes.
- Remember him?
- Remember him?
Two of you were involved?
Of course we were.
Julian was my brother.
Our mother was Creole.
Plenty of light-skinned folks in our
community,but Julian was by far the lightest.
Kids gave him a hard time
for not being black enough.
Made him a man without a country.
How were things at home?
Julian came back from the
service living as a white man.
My father felt that he had lost his only
son,but he never would have hurt him.
What was so urgent,had you
showing up at his office?
Our father was dying.
I wanted Julian to know.
- Julian ever send you money?
- Every week without fail.
Think it eased his conscience.
Of course,we would have traded every
dime to have him around instead.
Anyone you know find out
what Julian was doing?
Secret like that,it's
bound to catch up with you.
I see you got married.
Her name's Caroline.
She's a wonderful girl.
How much longer does he have?
Doctor says we're at the end.
It's not too late,Julian.It's Daddy.
He won't want to see me.
Caroline's expecting.
We're gonna have a baby.
A baby?But what happens if...
I haven't been able to sleep in weeks.
Julian... you've got
to get ahead of this.
Lieutenant Bellowes.
George Watson from Fort Benning.
I think you're mistaken.
No mistake about it.
This is you,isn't it?
Wife sure is pretty.
Sure have done well for
yourself,Lieutenant Bellowes.
- Is there something I can help you with?
- Come to think of it,there is.
Like to come to that office of yours
sometime,catch up,talk business.
You have a card?
Call first,all right?
That was the last time I saw him.
He never got a chance to
say good-bye to my father.
George Watson.He the one with
the carpet company?Seen his ads.
That's him.He was just
getting started back then.
Why didn't you tell the cops about this
when you found out Julian was m*rder*d?
I was a stranger at my
own brother's funeral,
wondering who all those people
were,what they meant to him.
I realized that he belonged to them now.
And if that's the way he wanted
it,I was going to honor his wishes.
When's the last time you
saw Julian Bellowes,George?
In the service.Fort Benning,Georgia.
Peacetime enlistment.
STILLMAN: A witness saw Julian give
you his business card,Hot Skillet Diner,
South Philly,few weeks
before he was k*lled.
You're right.Sorry,Detective,that
was a long time ago.
Anything in particular you
wanted to discuss with Julian?
Let me see.
Um,I was interested in some
work he was doing up in Somerton.
You wanted to buy a
Libertyville property?
No,not at all.
I was interested in laying
carpet in all those new builds.
We found your name in
Julian's office phone records.
You left more than ten messages for him.
Successful men don't
take no for an answer.
That's the way I built my company.
Any disciplinary issues when
you were in the Army,George?
Dug up your service record.
Three non-judicial punishments in your first
tour,all from Lieutenant Julian Bellowes.
GEORGE: W-Wait a
second,now.He treated me fair.
Same as the rest.
Must have made you
angry,seeing him in that diner,
realizing the guy who'd been so
tough on you was only pretending.
I was angry because
he denied knowing me.
Truth is,I'd known for a long
time the secret he was hiding.
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Man,I don't know about that Army barber.
I mean,he gonna know what
to do with my kitchen?
You seem to be in decent
shape.Tell him to use the clippers.
Private Bellowes.
Yes,sir?
Soldier,how'd you get through school with grades
like this and never learn how to check a box?
You marked "n*gro" instead of "white.
" Excuse me?
You could've ended up on KP
duty for the rest of your tour.
Unless you'd rather peel
potatoes than command a unit.
My mistake.
Now report to Company First Sergeant
in Processing before they close.
Yes,sir.
Julian had a choice,a
way to be treated better.
Who was I to stand in his way?
He ever give you that carpet
contract you were after?
No.I guess he was afraid I
would tell someone his secret.
I thought successful men
didn't take no for an answer.
Look,I didn't begrudge the man.
If I'd had the same choice,no
idea what I would've done.
CAROLINE: Thank you.
- Ma'am?
- The family I always wanted to meet.
He told me they had nothing in common.
They'd had a falling out
over Julian's career plans.
Seems something much bigger than that.
Now that you know,it shed any light?
It explains what he
was trying to tell me.
Julian... are you all right?
I'm fine.
You should go back to sleep.
Can't remember the last time
you weren't awake half the night.
Is it about the baby?
Are you nervous about becoming a father?
Of course not.
Is it about Harry?
What do you mean?
He's got the silliest
thing stuck in his craw.
He had a conversation with Gene Reilly.
Gene's a deacon over at All Souls.
It was so strange,but Gene says
he's never heard of your family.
I told Harry he must be mistaken.
There's got to be more
than one All Souls.
I know you don't like me to bring up your
family,and I promised myself I'd stop asking,
but... well,there's gonna be a baby.
Your parents are gonna be grandparents.
And they made you.
Which makes me love them.
There's so much that you
don't know about me,Caroline.
You mean you don't
actually like to cha-cha?
I'm serious.
There's nothing you could tell me
that would make me stop loving you.
Thank you.
I thought he was... he was worried
about coming from modest means.
What a world we lived in that he
felt he couldn't tell me the truth.
You said Harry was
looking into Julian's past.
It possible he found out
about your husband's secret?
My brother would have told me.
Wouldn't he?
The hell you still doing here,Will?
Could ask you the same thing.
Fair enough.
Lab results came back.
Blood on the broken glass from the
Legacy Room was Harry Kemp,Junior's.
Night before he d*ed,Julian was
fighting with his brother-in-law.
Caroline said he had been
looking into Julian's past.
Sounds like it finally
caught up with him.
Well,last time we spoke,you stated
you and Julian were pretty tight.
Family,you said.
- Uh,that's right,yeah.
- You got a little detective in you,Harry?
VALENS: Looking into Julian's past.
Sniffing around the churchhe went to.
In ,where you went to church
was your family's social circle.
I mean,when he told me that
he went to All Souls,I...
You-You wanted to know where
this cowboy rode in from.
Looking for a cr*ck in
that smooth veneer of his.
- Yeah,maybe.I...
- You found out he didt go there.
Never had.
Guy lied to your father,your
sister.Wonder why he'd lie like that,Harry?
I don't know.
You know,uh,my mom always
warned me not to drink gin.
Said it messed with your head,could
make you do things you didn't mean to.
And you loved your gin martini,Harry.
Tossing 'em back in the Legacy
Room.Then Julian comes back.
Told us it wasn't you
fighting with him that night.
You want to stick with that story?
Julian's throat got sliced.Could
have been broken glass.
- So?
- The blood on the pieces we found in the Legacy Room?
Guess whose DNA.
You know,juries love
that DNA evidence,Harry.
I was you,I'd start cooking up an alibi.
I didn't want to hurt him.
I just wanted the truth.
Harry.
Look,I know you've been
talking to Caroline about me.
You got a problem with that,Julian?
She's my damn sister.
Come on.I'm... I'm here to come clean.
You lied about where you grew up.
You lied about who you are.
Who are you,you damn fraud?
Okay.We'll talk when you're sober.
My father's betting everything on a con man while
I'm stuck in the stockroom sharpening pencils!
I know you've gotten a raw
deal ever since I showed up.
Yes.
But everyone deserves a sh*t to prove themselves,and
I'm going to make sure your father gives you yours.
Why the hell should I believe you?
I lied about who I was because I had to.
It was the only way for me to be myself
and not be trapped by where I come from.
And wherthe hell is that?
Abyssinian Baptist is a
couple of blocks north of here.
That's whe I was baptized.
That's where my whole
family was baptized.
Right there... is where I grew up.
My father is a carpenter.
His name is James Ridley Bellowes.
He's a n*gro,Harry.
So am I.
You're related to them?
I'm their son.
You remember the old
saw about judging a book?
Does my sister know?
I'm gonna tell her next.
Figured I'd start with
my toughest customer.
What's the party for?
It's not a party.
They're saying good-bye to him.
Who?
My father.He's dying.
Why aren't you in there with them?
There's something I got to make right.
When I do,that's when
I can go home again.
I don't know.He dropped
me off,drove me home.
Never saw him again.
Anyone else find out?Your father maybe?
Julian's death destroyed Dad.
I got the feeling he wished it
had been me instead of Julian.
So I told him the secret.
You never saw tears dry up so fast.
Don't tell Caroline.That's all he said.
Went in his office,shut the
door,started working the ones.
- Well,who was he calling?-
Well,his high-placed friends.
Put a lid on the whole investigation.
VALENS: Julian said there was something he needed
to make right before he could go home again?
You know what that was?
Yeah,he wanted to integrate Libertyville.He'd
already implemented the idea.
- Well,how so?
- A few weeks before his death,
he preapproved a loan for a mortgage.
The first black family.
You remember who they were?
No,I never did know.
Took another years for the first
black family to move into Libertyville.
Libertyville handled its
own mortgage applications.
You still got those records?
There's a storage facility
and years of paperwork.
You dig,Harry.I'll watch.
Give me a sh*t at this guy,John.
Doc said restricted duty.
The only thing that's gonna
cure me is doing my job.
Go on.Get in there.
RUSH: Told us you had no interest
in a Libertyville home,George.
Look what we found.
A mortgage application for a
model called The Philadelphian.
That you,George?
Well,that-that looks like my signature.
RUSH: This is where it says
you've been preapproved.
Whose name's that?
It's Julian Bellowes.
JEFFRIES: What happened,George?Know
you never lived there.
I don't remember.A long time ago.
Well,mortgage was being set up at
Emerson Mutual,uh,Center City branch.
Everything was going through.
Until that morni,November , .
When you went to the bank to pick up your check,they
told you you couldn't have that loan after all.
I ilt my company from scratch.
stores in the tri-state
area.Ads on televion.
Had your wife with you.
Must have been hard,having them tell you
they'd changed their mind right in front of her.
Put three kids through
college without help.
Did it all myself.
JEFFRIES: Look,reversing
your application like that.
I know what happened.
They saw the color of ur skin.
Keep your grs mowed and kids on
point,smile friendly and never complain.
Still... the neighbors are nervous.
I know.
I lived next door to 'em myself.
I know exactly what you would have done
if you had the choice Julian Bellowes had.
Hell,George,we both would
have done the same damn thing.
Taken it.
Yeah.
Black or not,Julian had no idea what
it was like for men like you and me.
He set me up for a fall.
Made you promises he couldn't keep.
Out front,a bright green
yard and an apple tree.
"A neighborhood of good
men and their families.
" I just wanted what was fair.
What every other qualified vet
was getting when they ca home.
A piece of the American dream.
All right,I know it doesn't look like much,but
Phase is going to be our best project yet.
I brought the sketches for you.
We're going to put a
kidney-shaped pool right...
What the hell's the matter with you,huh?
Your bank rejected me!
What do you mean?I personally
approved your application.
My wife got herself a new dress.
Wanted to look her best.
Bank manager takes one look at us,then
starts talking about some clerical error!
Just calm down,George.
I will call him myself,and
I will straightethis out.
She cried all the way home.
Nothing I could say
made a bit of difference.
I let down my family because of you!
The policies are wrong.
No matter how hard I work,
I can't make my life look like
it looks in one of your ads.
If I got to lend you
the money myself,I will.
You think I want your charity,huh?
I got my own down
payment and the monthly.
I just can't get a break.
I understand.
You have no idea what I'm talking about!
I caught more than my share of
hell for the color of my skin.
Most of it from my own people.
What,you blaming us now,huh?
'Cause we can't snap our fingers,skip
to the head of the line like you did?
There's not a day that I have
not regretted that decision.
- This is my fight,too.
- How dare you?! Huh?
Running around,pretending to be a white
man,and now you want to be my brother?
What you are is a disgrace.
("this land is your
land"by the brothers four)
This land is your land
This land is my land
From California Well,
to the New York Island
From the redwood forest
To the Gulf Stream waters
I tell you This land
was made for you and me
As I went walkin' Down
that ribbon of a highway
I saw above me All that endls skyway
Now I saw below me That golden valley
And I said This land
Was made for you and me