Lorraine returns to her table and sits back down.

At which point MOUSTAPHA HAKIM arrives. He is a black man in his 30s wearing a dark suit and tie, a round leather, African hat, sunglasses and carrying a particularly beat-up guitar.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                Greetings, folk fans.

Terry looks relieved.

                                                                 TERRY
                                You got here.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                You didn't think I would?

                                                                 TERRY
                                No, no, I did.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                And who are all of these nice-looking white people?

                                                                 TERRY
                                You know Lorraine.

Moustapha shakes Lorraine's hand.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                                           (smiles)
                                Lorraine. Always a pleasure.

                                                                 TERRY
                                That's Alvin & Debbie.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                Alvin, Debbie.

They both shake his hand and both look uncomfortable doing it.

                                                                 TERRY
                                And this is Phil.

Moustapha shakes Phil's hand, then grabs a chair and seats himself beside him.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                Be prepared, the blues're coming.

Terry leans over to Moustapha and nods toward the back.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Can we . . .

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                Cool down, my friend. Everything in good time.

Moustapha turns to Phil.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                                           (nods)
                                You like the blues?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Sure.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                Like what?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Well . . . Like Chuck Berry.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                Chuck Berry. That's your idea of blues?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Well, rhythm and blues. How about Muddy Rivers?

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                That's Muddy Waters.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Right, but I hear he's formed a group with Johnny
                                Rivers.

Moustapha turns to Terry.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                Come on, let's go.

Terry grins devilishly as he and Moustapha head off together.

Lorraine turns back to Phil.


                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Having a good time?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Oh yeah.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                What do you think of Terry?

                                                                 PHIL
                                He's interesting.

The M.C. steps up to the small blackboard and erases Alvin & Debbie's name at the top of the list. The next name is "Bobby Lee."

                                                                 M.C.
                                Ladies and gentlemen, the Purple Onion welcomes
                                back the angry, intense, and always energetic, Bobby
                                Lee Baker!

The audience applauds excitedly as BOBBY LEE BAKER, a brooding man in his 30s, dressed in black with a beret and a jazz patch. He steps up on the stage with a cigarette smoldering between his lips irritating his eyes. He slowly tunes a 12-string guitar, entirely ignoring the audience. He flicks his cigarette butt without looking and we see that it lands in an inattentive WOMAN's drink.

                                                                 BOBBY
                                We're living in a world of oppression. White
                                people hold down the black people. Rich
                                people hold down the poor people. Some-
                                times it makes me so mad I can barely talk.
                                Bile builds up in my throat and I can't even
                                spit. Those are the times when you'd kinda
                                like to see the whole shebang go up in one
                                big ball of fire, know what I mean?

The audience looks back at him wide-eyed and silent. Bobby coughs, then suddenly launches into an intense rendition of "In My Time of Dyin'" with some terrific guitar picking, as well as the use of a bottleneck.

                                                                 BOBBY LEE
                                                           (singing)
                                In my time of dyin'
                                Don't want nobody to mourn
                                All I want for you to do
                                Is to take my body home

                                Well, well, well
                                So I can die easy
                                Well, well, well
                                So I can die easy
                                Jesus gonna make up
                                My dyin' bed

The Woman drinks her drink and her eyes widen as she swallows the cigarette butt.

                                                                 BOBBY
                                Well meet me, Jesus, meet me
                                Meet me in the middle of the air
                                If these wings should fail me, Lord
                                Won't you meet me with another pair

                                Well, well, well
                                So I can die easy
                                Well, well, well
                                So I can die easy
                                Jesus gonna make up
                                My dyin' bed

                                Lord in my time of dyin'
                                Don't want nobody to cry
                                All I want you to do
                                Is to take me when I die

                                Well, well, well
                                So I can die easy
                                Well, well, well
                                So I can die easy
                                Jesus gonna make up
                                My dyin' bed

There is a big round of applause. To everyone's astonishment, Bobby Lee Baker stands up and without a look back walks right out of the club.

                                                                 BOBBY LEE
                                                           (to himself)
                                Aw shit!

Terry and Moustapha returned at some point during the song. Terry turns to Phil.

                                                                 TERRY
                                                           (impressed)
                                Man, that was good.

Phil looks like he has a headache.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah.
                                                           (changing subjects)
                                So, Lorraine said she met you at some kind of
                                meeting, right?

                                                                 TERRY
                                Yeah. SDS.

                                                                 PHIL
                                What's that?

                                                                 TERRY
                                Students for a Democratic Society.

                                                                 PHIL
                                And you like try to get laws changed and stuff?

                                                                 TERRY
                                                           (shrugs)
                                They do. I go 'cause there's usually cute chicks
                                there.
                                                           (that seems like a good
                                                           reason to Phil)
                                And cute folkie chicks that are always screaming
                                about freedom and equality sometimes put out,
                                know what I mean?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (he knows)
                                So, then you don't really care about freedom and
                                equality and civil rights?

                                                                 TERRY
                                Yeah, sure I do, but not as much as getting laid.

Terry wags his eyebrows. Phil grins.

We see Lorraine's stack of yellow flyers in her hand as she crosses the club and steps up to a table where three very cool-looking, beat-types sit, seemingly engrossed in smoking cigarettes and don't notice Lorraine . They are: DEAN, MARYLOU & BILL.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (smiles)
                                Look, it's the three dead beats.

Dean, Bill and MaryLou all look around -- where?

                                                                 BILL
                                Whoa . . . it's Lorraine.

                                                                 MARYLOU
                                Hey, Lorraine.

                                                                 DEAN
                                                           (grunts)
                                Urgh.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Wow, you folks sure look mellow.

                                                                 MARYLOU
                                Yeah, we are.

                                                                 BILL
                                Mellowville.

                                                                 DEAN
                                Hooo!

Lorraine furrows her brow and leans forward to MaryLou.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                What's wrong with you guys?


                                                                 MARYLOU
                                Wrong? Nothin's wrong.

                                                                 BILL
                                It's all right. Everything's right.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                But you guys are acting weird.

MaryLou pantomimes sticking a needle in her arm and winks at Lorraine. Lorraine looks horrified.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                You took heroin?

                                                                 MARYLOU, BILL & DEAN
                                                           (together, grinning)
                                Yeah.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Really?

                                                                 MARYLOU, BILL & DEAN
                                                           (together)
                                Yeah.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                But doesn't it hurt? Y'know, the needle?

                                                                 MARYLOU
                                                           (nods)
                                A little. Then you throw up.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (wide-eyed)
                                Oh my God, that's disgusting.

                                                                 MARYLOU
                                                           (reassuring)
                                No, it's not. It's fine. Really.

                                                                 BILL
                                Yeah, it's fine.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (nods)
                                Right, throwing up is just fine.

Bill points at the yellow flyers.

                                                                 BILL
                                Hey, what's with that?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                It's a meeting I'm having here tomorrow.

                                                                 MARYLOU
                                Cool. Very cool.

                                                                 BILL
                                Knock 'em dead, Lorraine. Save everybody.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (sighs)
                                Yeah, I will. See ya around.

Lorraine turns and leaves, shaking her head in disbelief. She puts her hand in her sweater pocket and still doesn't have any cigarettes. Just then Phil steps up.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (smiles)
                                Gotta smoke.

                                                                 PHIL
                                As a matter of fact I do.

Phil shakes two out of the pack, puts both of them in his mouth and lights them at the same time -- ala Paul Henreid -- then hands one to Lorraine.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (smiles)
                                Very classy.

                                                                 PHIL
                                That's me. I'm the classiest guy you ever knew.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (waves her smoke)
                                So? What'dya think?

                                                                 PHIL
                                I'll join up if I get you in the deal.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                If only things were that simple.

A female voice calls out . . .

                                                                 FEMALE VOICE
                                                           (O.S.)
                                Lorraine! Over here!

Lorraine sees a table with two couples in black and white evening clothes. Even from this distance we can tell they are smashed. Lorraine winces in pain.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Oh, dear God, what're they doing here?
                                                           (to Phil)
                                I went to high school with these people.

Lorraine and Phil step up to the table. The voice belongs to MINDY, an attractive 19-year old girl in a black strapless evening gown and white gloves. The boys are wearing tuxes. Mindy and Lorraine hug and kiss.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Mindy, what on Earth are you doing here?

                                                                 MINDY
                                You told us about this hootenanny thing on
                                Saturday nights and we decided to come and see
                                for ourselves. Are you singing tonight, Lorraine?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Yes, I am.
                                                           (points at Phil)
                                So's he. This is my friend, Phil.

Mindy shakes Phil's hand. She looks him up and down and obviously approves.


                                                                 MINDY
                                Phil. This is Brian, Cheryl and Tim. I'm Mindy,
                                Lorraine's former best-friend.

Phil waves and shakes hands. BRIAN says to Phil . . .

                                                                 BRIAN
                                Are you a musician?

Phil glances at Lorraine.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Uh, no. I mean, no. This is a hootenanny,
                                anybody can get up and sing.

                                                                 BRIAN
                                Right. Of course. Boy am I a square.

Lorraine hands out flyers.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                So now that you've started going new places,
                                you should come to this meeting here tomorrow
                                night, for the Springfield Five.

                                                                 MINDY
                                I read about them. Terrible. Tomorrow night?
                                Sorry, can't make it.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                It's really important, y'know. Couldn't you try?

                                                                 MINDY
                                Sorry, it's out of the question. So, when do we
                                get to hear some music?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Soon.

TIM raises his hand.

                                                                 TIM
                                No mixed drinks?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Uh, no. Just beer.

Tim and Brian turn to one another, both imitating Jim Backus.

                                                                 TIM
                                I need an Old-Fashioned the old-fashioned way.

                                                                 BRIAN
                                The way dear old dad used to make 'em.

Brian and Tim laugh. Lorraine turns to Tim.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                How about you, Tim? What are you doing
                                tomorrow night?

                                                                 TIM
                                                           (thinks)
                                Sunday night? "Lassie," then "Ed Sullivan," then
                                "Gunsmoke," why?

                                                                 BRIAN
                                Ring-a-ding-ding!

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Never mind. See ya.

                                                                 MINDY
                                Bye, Lorraine. Nice meeting you, Phil.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah, you, too.

Lorraine and Phil walk away. Lorraine looks back, then at Phil and shakes her head sadly.

                                                                 PHIL
                                What?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                The TV generation.


                                                                 PHIL
                                Are you from another generation?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Apparently.
                                                           (waves her hand)
                                This one. Where some things still matter. Ring-
                                a-ding-ding? "Lassie" and "Gunsmoke." Good
                                God! You people and your mindless amusements.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Hey, I didn't invent this stuff. Blame Edison.

Lorraine stops and turns to face Phil.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                But it's not reality, Phil. We live in reality, where
                                there's suffering and injustice and war.

                                                                 PHIL
                                I think you forgot locust and cattle disease.

Lorraine gets angry.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                It's not funny!

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (shakes his head)
                                Damn, you are one serious girl. What do you
                                want to be when you grow up? Abraham Lincoln?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (smiles)
                                Or a modern female version of him.

Phil takes Lorraine's ink-stained hand.

                                                                 PHIL
                                I have a great idea that will help all of society.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                What's that?

                                                                 PHIL
                                Let's drink some more beer. Did I mention that
                                beer is like liquid bread?

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Yes, you did.

They sit down at the table.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Well it is, you know. And dark beer is like
                                pumpernickel bread.
                                                           (pours beer)
                                Sadly, this stuff is like Wonder Bread.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                But it's OK 'cause then you don't really get drunk.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah, but I like getting drunk.

They toast and drink.

The M.C. steps back up to the small blackboard and erases Bobby Lee's name. Phil watches the M.C. erase the name, then looks down to his own first name at the bottom of the list. There's still seven people above him, but nevertheless Phil is getting nervous. He glances at his guitar, then scratches his chin. The next name listed is "Moustapha."

The M.C. steps up to the microphone.

                                                                 M.C.
                                I'd now like to introduce a personal friend of mine . . .
                                                           (he winks at Moustapha
                                                           who shakes his head)
                                . . . Moustapha Hakim!

Moustapha stands holding his beat-up guitar and steps in front of the microphone.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. I'd like to sing
                                a song by the great Huddie Ledbetter, better known
                                as "Leadbelly." This man spent most of his life in
                                prison. But even when he wasn't in prison, he wasn't
                                free. In America Negroes are still slaves, sitting in the
                                back of the bus, living in the ghetto, dying in
                                poverty. The Springfield Five are just one more
                                example of the American hypocrisy.

The audience feels ashamed. Lorraine looks around and grins. Moustapha then sings "Bourgeois Blues."

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                                           (singing)
                                Me and my wife
                                Went out on the town
                                Everywhere we went
                                The people turned us down

                                Lord it's a bourgeois town
                                It's a bourgeois town
                                I got the bourgeois blues
                                I'm gonna spread the news all around

                                Home of the brave
                                Land of the free
                                I don't want to be mistreated
                                By no bourgeoisie

                                Lord it's a bourgeois town
                                It's a bourgeois town
                                I got the bourgeois blues
                                I'm gonna spread the news all around

                                Me and my wife
                                We were starting upstairs
                                I heard a white man say
                                I don't want no niggers up there

                                Lord it's a bourgeois town
                                It's a bourgeois town
                                I got the bourgeois blues
                                I'm gonna spread the news all around
                                The white folks in Washington
                                They know how
                                They call a colored man a nigger
                                Just to see him bow

                                Lord it's a bourgeois town
                                It's a bourgeois town
                                I got the bourgeois blues
                                I'm gonna spread the news all around

                                Tell all the colored folks
                                Listen to me
                                Don't try to buy no home
                                In Washington D.C.

                                Oh Lord it's a bourgeois town
                                It's a bourgeois town
                                I got the bourgeois blues
                                I'm gonna spread the news all around

                                There is a big round of guilty applause.

                                                                 M.C.
                                Moustapha Hakim, ladies and gentlemen.

Moustapha sits back down at the table beside Phil looking satisfied.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                The blues have come.

                                                                 TERRY
                                And they were gone, man, solid gone.

                                                                 MOUSTAPHA
                                Thank you.

They slap five.

The M.C. gets back up on stage and erases Moustapha's name. Phil notes this with a wince. Next on the list is "4 Feathers."

                                                                 M.C.
                                And now I'd like to introduce some Purple Onion
                                hootenanny regulars, ladies and gentlemen will you
                                please welcome the incredible harmonies of The Four
                                Feathers!

The Four Feathers take the stage. They are all reasonably looped and get a big round of applause.

                                                                 PETE
                                The U.S. and the Soviet Union continue to conduct
                                atomic bomb tests, irradiating our land, water and
                                skies.

                                                                 LEE
                                We say, "Ban the Bomb!"

                                                                 RONNIE
                                There's only one world and we all have to live
                                in it together. It's time to wake up, people!

The Four Feathers then proceed to do a beautifully harmonized rendition of "Darling Corey."

                                                                 FOUR FEATHERS
                                                           (singing)
                                Wake up, wake up, darlin' Corey
                                What makes you sleep so sound?
                                The revenue officer is comin'
                                Gonna tear your still-house down

                                The first time I seen darlin' Corey
                                She was standing by the sea
                                She had a .45 strapped around her bosom
                                She had a banjo on her knee

                                Go away, go away, darlin' Corey
                                Quit hangin' around my bed
                                That liquor has ruined my body
                                Pretty women gone to my head
                                
                                Oh yes, oh yes, my darlin'
                                I'll do the best I can
                                I'll never give my pleasure
                                To another gamblin' man

                                Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
                                Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground
                                Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
                                Gonna lay my Corey down.

The Four Feathers pause for a big round of applause, then launch directly into "When the Saints Go Marching In" which brings on a bigger round of applause.

                                                                 FOUR FEATHERS
                                                           (singing)
                                We are traveling in the footsteps
                                Of those that have come before
                                And we'll all be reunited
                                On a new and sunlit shore

                                Oh when the saints go marching in
                                Oh when the saints go marching in
                                Oh Lord I want to be in that number
                                When the saints go marching in

                                And when the sun refused to shine
                                And when the sun refused to shine
                                Oh Lord I want to be in that number
                                And when the sun refused to shine

Phil looks like he's having a heart attack. Lorraine puts her hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

                                                                 FOUR FEATHERS
                                Oh when the trum-pet sounds the call
                                Oh when the trumpet sounds the call
                                Oh Lord I want to be in that number
                                Oh when the trumpet sounds the call

                                Some say this world of trouble
                                Is the only one we need
                                But I'm waiting for the mornin'
                                When the new world is revealed

                                Oh when the new world is revealed
                                Oh when the new world is revealed
                                Oh Lord I want to be in that number
                                Oh when the new world is revealed

                                Oh when the saints go marching in
                                Oh when the saints go marching in
                                Oh Lord I want to be in that number
                                When the saints go marching in

The Four Feathers bring down the house. The audience claps and stomps their feet. Lorraine, Terry and the whole table join them loudly. Phil honestly looks ill. He is in a total panic. His hands are sweating and he looks nauseous.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (to no one in particular)
                                I think I gotta go.

Phil starts to stand and Lorraine reaches out and takes his arm.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                What do you mean?

                                                                 PHIL
                                I can't do this.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Sure you can. You'll be fine.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (seriously)
                                No, no, you don't understand.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (smiles reassuringly)
                                Of course I do. Everyone feels this way their first
                                time.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah, but these people are really good.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Right. And their not professionals.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Yeah, but they really seem to . . . care.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Well, don't you?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (good question)
                                Um . . .

Lorraine spots someone she knows and quickly exits.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                'Scuse me.

Phil is in a deep quandary. He glances over at the door -- he could just leave and no one would be the wiser. Meanwhile, Terry is watching him.

                                                                 TERRY
                                What's wrong?

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (sighs deeply)
                                Lorraine is doing the song that I was gonna do.
                                I was all ready, too, y'know. I practiced the song
                                like a hundred times. But now I'm screwed.

Terry takes pity on Phil.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Come with me. Everything'll be just fine.

                                                                 PHIL
                                What?

                                                                 TERRY
                                Just come on.

Terry leads Phil out the back door.

EXT. THE PURPLE ONION/ALLEY - NIGHT

Terry and Phil come out into the under-lit alley behind the Purple Onion. Terry pulls out a big, fat, crooked cigarette. Phil can't believe it. He looks all around to make sure they're alone.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (shocked)
                                That's marijuana, isn't it?

Terry nods, lighting up.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Say it louder, maybe a cop'll hear you.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (frightened)
                                But, it's illegal.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Yep.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Doesn't it lead to hard drugs like morphine and
                                heroin?

                                                                 TERRY
                                                           (grins fiendishly)
                                Whoa! Slow down, tiger. One step at a time.

Terry hands Phil the burning joint. Phil hesitantly takes it, gives the issue one more brief moment of consideration, shrugs, then takes a hit.

INT. THE PURPLE ONION - NIGHT

Lorraine sits back down in her seat, looking somewhat embarrassed and straightens her hair. She notices that Phil and Terry's chairs are empty. She glances around as though people are looking at her and pulls her sweater closed. The M.C. steps up to the microphone, grinning, his hair askew.

                                                                 M.C.
                                Ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud to welcome
                                back a Purple Onion regular, a dedicated fighter
                                for equality and justice, and the organizer of
                                the Springfield Five defense fund meeting here
                                tomorrow at eight. Let's give a warm hand to
                                Lorraine Dempsey!

Lorraine throws a last look at the empty seats on either side of her where Phil and Terry used to be, shakes her head, smiles and heads up on stage holding her guitar.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Sometimes it's not easy to do what's right. We're
                                always tempted to go the other way. To take the
                                wrong path. And sometimes we don't even know
                                which path we're on. Justice, freedom and equality
                                are not just words. They're goals that we have to
                                work for. That's why I strongly urge you to be here
                                tomorrow night at eight P.M. for a very important
                                meeting. We can make a difference . . .

EXT. THE PURPLE ONION/ALLEY - NIGHT

Phil and Terry are just finishing the joint. Their eyes are bloodshot and at half-mast. They're stoned.

                                                                 PHIL
                                                           (grinning)
                                Man, If I had a hammer I'd hurt myself.

They both laugh like total idiots.

                                                                 TERRY
                                So, what'dya think?

                                                                 PHIL
                                About what?
                                                           (Terry waves his hand,
                                                           Phil grins)
                                Oh, yeah. Boss. Is it always like this?

                                                                 TERRY
                                Like what?

                                                                 PHIL
                                This?

                                                                 TERRY
                                Yeah.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Wow. How much is this stuff?

                                                                 TERRY
                                Pretty cheap.

                                                                 PHIL
                                And you got it from . . . um . . .
                                                           (he can't remember)
                                That Negro man.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Moustapha. Right.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Does he grow it.

                                                                 TERRY
                                No, man. He gets it from someone else who gets
                                it from someone else who brings it from Panama
                                or Mexico or wherever.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Wow! Too much! I feel like I'm in Panama or
                                Mexico or wherever now.


                                                                 TERRY
                                Yeah. I know what you mean. Wherever's where
                                it's at.

                                                                 PHIL
                                And that's where we are. Where it's at.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Yeah.

They start laughing idiotically again.

INT. THE PURPLE ONION - NIGHT

Lorraine proceeds to sing "If I Had a Hammer" in a pretty and forceful way.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (singing)
                                If I had a hammer
                                I'd hammer in the mornin'
                                I'd hammer in the evenin'
                                All over this land
                                I'd hammer out danger
                                I'd hammer out warnin'
                                I'd hammer out love between
                                My brothers and my sisters
                                All over this land

                                If I had a bell
                                I'd ring it in the mornin'
                                I'd ring it in the evenin'
                                All over this land
                                I'd ring out danger
                                I'd ring out warnin'
                                I'd ring out love between
                                My brothers and my sisters
                                All over this land

                                If I had a song -

EXT. THE PURPLE ONION/ALLEY - NIGHT

Terry is holding forth to a stoned and completely rapt Phil.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Elvis and Chuck Berry and Little Richard
                                and Jerry Lee Lewis all had their careers
                                taken from them, man. Where'd they all
                                go? What happened to rock & roll? They
                                were stopped, drafted, arrested, persecuted.
                                Their careers were stopped. Why? It's
                                because there's a conspiracy to stop rock
                                & roll, and I'm telling you it's the same
                                guys that killed Kennedy.

Phil has no idea what Terry's talking about.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Killed Kennedy? Lee Harvey Oswald killed
                                Kennedy.

                                                                 TERRY
                                                           (lights up)
                                Ah ha! That's what they'd like you to believe.

                                                                 PHIL
                                Then Jack Ruby killed Oswald.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Pretty convenient, huh? Get rid of the patsy.

                                                                 PHIL
                                But I saw it on TV.

                                                                 TERRY
                                Yeah? I see "Howdy Doody" on TV but that don't
                                make it true.

Phil looks all around, freaking out.

INT. THE PURPLE ONION - NIGHT

Lorraine finishes the song with a flurry.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Well, I have a hammer
                                And I have a bell
                                And I have a song to sing
                                All over this land

                                It's the hammer of justice
                                It's the bell of free-e-dom
                                It's a song about love between
                                My brother and my sisters
                                All over this land

Lorraine receives a big round of applause. She glances at the two empty seats and furrows her brow. The audience hollers for "More!"

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                All right. Now we're all gonna sing a song
                                together, because we all have to stick together
                                if we're gonna make things better. And we can
                                all start by being here tomorrow night at eight
                                to help put together the defense fund for the
                                Springfield Five. OK? Now, instead of singing
                                "the" union, let's all sing "our" union, OK?
                                And if you don't know the verses, just join in
                                for the chorus.

Lorraine begins to play the melody to "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" which becomes "Solidarity Forever." The audience hesitantly joins in at first, but gets stronger with each chorus.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                                           (singing)
                                Solidarity forever
                                Solidarity forever
                                Solidarity forever
                                For our union makes us strong.

                                When our union's inspiration
                                Through the worker's blood shall run
                                There can be no power greater
                                Anywhere beneath the sun
                                Yet what force on Earth is weaker
                                Than the feeble strength of one
                                But our union makes us strong

                                Solidarity forever
                                Solidarity forever
                                Solidarity forever
                                For our union makes us strong.

                                It is we who plowed the prairies
                                Built the cities where they trade
                                Dug the mines and built the workshops
                                Endless miles of railroad laid

                                Now we stand outcast and starving
                                'Mid the wonders we have made
                                But our union makes us strong

                                Solidarity forever
                                Solidarity forever
                                Solidarity forever
                                For our union makes us strong.

                                They have taken untold millions
                                That they never toiled to earn
                                But without our brain and muscle
                                Not a single wheel will turn

                                We can break their haughty power
                                Gain our freedom when we learn
                                That our union makes us strong.

                                Solidarity forever
                                Solidarity forever
                                Solidarity forever
                                For our union makes us strong.

                                In our hands is placed the power
                                Greater than their hoarded gold
                                Greater than the might of atoms
                                Magnified a thousand fold
                                We can bring to birth a new world
                                From the ashes of the old
                                For our union makes us strong.
                                                           (Lorraine call out)
                                Now, come on! Everybody!
                                                           (everybody joins in)
                                Solidarity forever
                                Solidarity forever
                                Solidarity forever
                                For our union makes us strong.

There is the biggest round of applause of the evening. Everybody laughs and cheers. Lorraine returns to her table to the smiles of her friends, then seats herself between the two empty seats and frowns. Debbie is drunk and gives Lorraine a fresh beer and another cigarette, which Lorraine gratefully takes. Alvin keeps one hand on his wife's belly while drinking and smoking with the other.

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                                           (drunk)
                                Good job, Lorraine. Solidarity forever!

                                                                 ALVIN
                                                           (drunk)
                                That was great, Lorraine, just great.
                                                           (points at Debbie's belly)
                                This kid is gonna grow up in a better world than
                                what we got. What we got was shit. Old and worn-
                                out and busted.

Lorraine looks all around.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                Have you seen Terry or Phil?

Alvin and Debbie look around.

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                No.

Lorraine stands.

                                                                 LORRAINE
                                I'll be back in a sec.

Lorraine leaves. Debbie drunkenly turns back to Alvin.

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                And that's why you've got to get a better job.

                                                                 ALVIN
                                Oh, Jesus Christ! I don't give a shit about a better
                                job, can't you get that through your thick skull?

                                                                 DEBBIE
                                I get it, but I'm not buyin' it.

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