DOWNSIZE THIS

Film and photographs of past labor leaders and strikes including the Haymarket Rebellion, the hanging of Joe Hill, Big Bill Heywood and the IWW, Walter Reuther and the Ford Plant Strike, Jimmy Hoffa and the Teamsters, Harlan County U.S.A., the 2003 GE Strike, and the 2004 supermarket and hotel strikes in California.
Ext. Franklin corporation-day
Super: GRAYS FERRY, philadelphia, 1972
Every other window is broken out of the large, red brick factory, which attests to the hard scrabble working class community in which it sits.
Int. FraNKLIN CORPORATION/plant-day
Machines stamp out auto parts which travel down conveyer belts. Workers protected by welders helmets sand the rough edges with powered metal brushes. A SUPERVISOR taps a worker on the shoulder.
Supervisor
Jim. What’s the count?
JIM DOOLEY’s long brown hair and beard spill out as he takes off his helmet. The halo of sparks that shoot around him reinforces his Christ like appearance.
Jim
Two hundred and forty-nine.
SUPERVISOR
Ya gotta step it up.
An ear piercing BUZZER signals a break and all machinery stops. The machinist working next to Jim removes their helmet. JOANNE COREY, a pretty nineteen year old woman, puts her arm around Jim’s shoulder.
Joanne
Don’t let him get to ya. You’ll get faster. So, how’s school?
Jim
Okay. I might have to take next semester off, though. They’re increasing the tuition.

JOANNE
You can’t do that. You don’t want to end up workin’ here with us for the rest of your life. I’ll talk to my dad. Maybe the union can help.
JIM
Billy?
JOANNE
Yeah. He’d do anything for you. You know that.
JIM
I know, but I don’t want…
JOANNE
Come on.
Jim and Joanne walk over to BILLY O’DRAIN, whose infectious grin offsets his tough physical appearance. Billy has his arm around the stocky shoulders of WISO, a machinist in his mid-twenties who sports a Johnny Unitas crew cut.
Billy
Wiso. Ya gotta lay off the supervisors. There’s only so many times the union can go to bat for ya.
Wiso
Yeah. Alright. It’s just that they’re always tellin’ me what to do.
BILLY
That’s their job.
Wiso notices Jim and Joanne.
WISO
Joanne! What are you doin’ wit’ this draft dodger? Ain’t you got a husband in Vietnam?
Joanne
Anybody who’s tryin’ to end the war is alright by me.
WISO
You better keep an eye on her, Billy. He’s turnin’ her into one of them radicals.
BILLY
You just concern yourself with apologizin’ to your supervisor. Before he reports it to the suits.
WISO
Okay, Billy.
Wiso shoves Jim aside.
WISO
You better watch your ass college boy.
JIM
Screw you, you redneck.
Wiso lunges for Jim, but Billy easily holds him off with one of his powerful arms.
BILLY
I said get movin’, Wiso.
Wiso turns around and bumps into JOHN STRONG, a tall and broadly built black man in his thirties, who pushes a broom.
WISO
Get out of my way, boy.
John
You better learn how to eat with them hands first.
Wiso skulks off.

Ext. University of pennsylvania-day
Jim walks with his arm around the waist of his girlfriend, CATHERINE. They pass a kiosk peppered with fliers advertising Earth Day events and Vietnam War protests.
JIM
Catherine, what was so important that you had to drag me out of class?
Catherine
All I know is that Mike said it was urgent for you to be at the meeting.
Ext. sds headquarters-day
Jim and Catherine walk up the tall, stone steps of a brownstone. A hand painted sign hangs over the entrance: STUDENTS FOR A DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY (SDS).
CATHERINE
Cool.
Catherine points to a banner made from a bed sheet which hangs from a third floor window: WAR IS NOT HEALTHY FOR CHILDREN AND OTHER LIVING THINGS. Jim and Catherine enter the building.
Int. Sds HEADQUARTERS/newspaper office-day
Jim and Catherine amble past two STUDENT EDITORS who hunt and peck at their typewriters. Jim knocks on a door and MIKE DEPUE, a red bearded man in his late twenties opens it.
Depue
Comrades. Glad you could make it.
JIM
(sarcastically)
What’s up, Comrade Mike?
Depue sits down behind his desk, takes out a bag of weed and some rolling papers. He expertly rolls a joint, lights it, and passes it to Catherine.

DePUE
I just received a communique from our brothers and sisters in Berkeley. We’re going to strike a blow against the military industrial complex. I’ve chosen Franklin Corporation for our target.
JIM
Franklin?
DEPUE
Yeah. I passed on your report about the contract they just signed with the Pentagon to produce jet engine parts.
JIM
Yeah, but…
DEPUE
No buts. You’re gonna help us break into their lab and steal those documents. The press will have a field day when we leak them.
Depue stands and holds out his arms to indicate the headlines.
DEPUE
Local auto parts manufacturer becomes war supplier.
JIM
Alright, I’ll help, but on one condition.
DEPUE
What’s that?
JIM
No rough stuff. I don’t want nobody getting hurt, especially Catherine.
CATHERINE
I can take care of myself, you male, chauvinist pig.
DEPUE
Agreed. Meet me and Catherine at the back gate at ten tonight.
Ext. FrANKLIN CORPORATION/rear gate-night
Jim unlocks the gate and lets Catherine and Depue inside. Depue carries a satchel and Catherine holds a flashlight.
JIM
The lab’s this way.
Ext. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/lab-night
Jim fumbles with a set of keys, chooses one and fits it into the lock. The door opens.
Jim
Easy.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/lab-NIGHT
The three revolutionaries open a glass door marked RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT. Catherine’s flashlight illuminates several tables covered by glass beakers. She focuses the light on some filing cabinets.
JIM
The documents should be in one of those cabinets.
Depue sets the satchel down on a table.
DePUE
Forget the documents.
JIM
What?
Depue takes a bomb out of the satchel.
JIM
What the hell is that?
Depue pulls a gun and points it at Jim.
DePUE
Our real mission is to blow this place to kingdom come. Now, go outside and check to see if anyone’s coming. We’ll be right out.
JIM
Catherine’s coming with me.
CATHERINE
Jim. You better do what he says. I’ll be right out.
Ext. FranKLIN CORPORATION/laB-NIGHT
An explosion knocks Jim off his feet and flames shoot out of the building. Jim gets up, moves towards the entrance, hesitates at the sight of the flames, turns, and runs.
Ext. Jim’s house-night
Jim enters.
Int. JIM’S HOUSE/living room-night
Jim finds his mother, ELIZABETH, passed out on the sofa. An empty bottle of vodka sits on the floor beside her. Jim shuts off the television and shakes her.
JIM
Mom? Mom, wake up.
Elizabeth moans, but doesn’t wake up.
Int. JIM’S HOUSE/bedroom-night
Jim throws some clothes into a backpack. He picks up and studies a framed picture of Catherine and then places it carefully into the backpack.
Int. Jim’S HOUSE/lIVING ROOM-NIGHT
Jim kneels down next to Elizabeth, kisses her on the forehead, gets up and leaves.
Ext. Joanne’s house-night
Jim knocks on the front door and Joanne opens it.
JoaNNE
Jim. Come on in.
Jim averts his eyes from her breasts which protrude through her sheer nightgown. He notices her tear stained face as he enters her home.
Int. JoANNE’S HOUSE/living room-night
JIM
What’s wrong?
JoANNE
I thought you heard. Why you came.
JIM
Heard what? I just…
JOANNE
About Vince. He’s…He stepped on a mine…
Joanne breaks down. Jim holds her.
JoANNE
They couldn’t even find his body.
JIM
Joanne. I’m so sorry. I never would have come here knowing…
JOANNE
Then why are you here?
JIM
Didn’t you hear the explosion?
JOANNE
Yeah. I saw something about it on Action News. Some crazy radicals from the Weather Underground blew themselves up in our lab.
JIM
Joanne. I was there. My girlfriend, Catherine, and another guy were killed.
JOANNE
Oh my God.
JIM
I need to get away…to Canada.
JOANNE
Don’t worry. You can stay here with me tonight. Nobody will be lookin’ for ya here. I’ll call my dad in the morning.
JIM
I don’t think he’d…
JOANNE
Don’t worry. He’ll help you.
Jim lies down on the couch.
JIM
Okay. I’m exhausted.
JOANNE
No.
Joanne takes his hand.
JoANNE
Neither one of us should be alone tonight.
Int. Billy’s station wagon-day
Billy drives Jim towards the Canadian border.
BiLLY
I can’t believe you screwed up like this. You had an opportunity for an education that me and your father never got.
Jim
My father.
BILLY
He was one of the finest union men I ever met…till he got sick.
JIM
He drank himself to death.
BILLY
He wasn’t always a drunk ya know. Your ol’ man and me organized our union together.
A news broadcast comes on the car radio as they approach the U.S./Canadian border.
Newscaster (V.O.)
The FBI has issued an all-points bulletin for one of the suspects in the bombing that killed a female revolutionary in Philadelphia last night. The suspect, Jim Dooley, is…
Jim shuts the radio off.
JIM
Hmm. I wonder why they didn’t mention Depue?
Ext. station wagon-day
Jim and Billy drive past a young, hippie couple, CHRIS AND JEN CORCORAN, who walk along the back road.
Jim
Pull over here. I can cross here tonight.
Billy pulls over to the side of the road. They get out. Jim retrieves his backpack from the rear of the wagon and faces Billy.
JIM
I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you for this.
BILLY
Just promise me you’ll come back to America someday.
JIM
I promise.
They shake hands. Billy gets back into his station wagon and drives south. Jim waits for the young couple, who smile at his presence.
Jim
Hi. My names Jim. You guys headed north?
Chris
Chris Corcoran. This is my old lady, Jen.
Jen
Peace.
Jim
Peace. Listen, I don’t know about you, but I won’t be able to cross at the main entrance if you know what I mean.
Chris
Draft resister?
JIM
Something like that.
CHRIS
I just finished my tour in Nam. I only had another few months to serve at Fort Dix, but I had to get that damn uniform off.
JIM
You deserted?
CHRIS
Yeah.
JIM
Cool.
CHRIS
We’re meetin’ some friends in the next town. I’m sure they’ll help you to cross over, too.

Ext. FrANKLIN CORPORATION-Day
SUPER:GRAYS FERRY, PHILADELPHIA, 2004
A limousine pulls up and a pack of reporters engulf TOM ROCKFORD as he exits the car. Rockford is dressed in a black suit with a gold cross on his lapel. The bible he carries in his hand heightens his ministerial manner.
Rockford
Settle down. Let’s have some order here.
KELLY O’CONNOR, a pretty, red headed reporter in her early twenties, shoves a microphone in Rockford’s face.
O’connor
Mr. Rockford, are you planning on busting up the union here at Franklin like you did at Amalgamated?
ROCKFORD
I’m only here to carry out the will of God and the stockholders. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’ve got a company to save.
An aging Depue holds a sheepdog on a leash and clears a path for Rockford and his “niece”, MARION, who is a very young and attractive Asian woman. Rockford pauses before a statue of the company’s founder, Ben Franklin, and enters the building.
Ext. Peterson worldwide industries-day
SUPER: TORONTO, 2004
A sixty-story mirrored glass building with a large globe and the name PETERSON WORLDWIDE INDUSTRIES affixed to it dwarfs the adjacent sky scrapers.
Int. PeTERSON WORLDWIDE INDUSTRIES/jim’s office-day
Jim paces, stops at his desk and picks up a copy of Rockford’s autobiography: ROCK AND ROLL. A head shot of his American contemporary glares at him from the cover. The intercom BUZZES.
Receptionist (O.S.)
Mr. Peterson?
JIM
Yes?
RECEPTIONIST (O.S.)
Mr. Corcoran is still waiting.
Jim switches on a video monitor. He surveys the lobby, offices, and plant.
ReCEPTIONIST (O.S.)
Mr. Peterson?
Jim
I thought I told Edwards in legal to handle the union.
RECEPTIONIST (O.S.)
He did, but Mr. Corcoran insisted on seeing you.
JIM
Alright, but let him wait awhile longer.
Chris enters.
Chris
This place is worse than my doctor’s office.
JIM
I’m sorry, Chris. If I had known it was you I…I’ve been pretty busy lately.
ChRIS
So I’ve heard.
JIM
Look, I won’t lie to you. We’re looking at some serious cuts here.
Chris
How serious?
JIM
Forty percent.
Chris
Forty percent? That’s outrageous. Jim, we’ve always been able to work together.
JIM
Concessions aren’t going to cut it this time. The board’s really coming down on me. We have to decrease our PE.
ChRIS
You people just don’t get it, do ya? If ya keep putting people out of work, who’s going to be left to buy your products?
JIM
We’re an international company now. There’s a big market out there.
Chris
Yeah, but what about the human costs?
JIM
I can’t afford to factor them into my business decisions.
Chris
I can’t believe that I’m hearing this from you. Are you sure you’re the same Jim Dooley who I crossed the border with?
JIM
The names Peterson.
Chris
I know some people in the States who would be interested in knowing your real name.
JIM
Is that a threat?
Chris walks towards the door, stops, and turns around.
Chris
No, comrade. That’s a promise.
Int. FraNKLIN CORPORATION/break room-day
Rockford halts his entourage in front of two vending machines.
ROCKFORD
What the hell is this?
DePUE
Break room.
ROCKFORD
I can see that, you idiot. Give me your gun.
Depue’s face begins to twitch, his usual reaction to any sign of displeasure from his boss. He unholsters one of his Glock .45’s and hands it to Rockford. Rockford riddles the vending machines with bullets.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/board room-day
Ten executives sit around a table surrounded by eighteenth century portraits. DARIUS STRONG, John’s son and the company’s only African American executive, gets up and practices with his imaginary putter.
Darius
The Vulture of Wall Street. Give me a break.
TIM ROBIS, heavy set and owlish, holds up a stack of reports.
Robis
He’s going to pick these reports apart.
Rockford and Marion enter. Rockford motions for everyone to stand. He raises his right arm in which he still clutches his bible.
ROCKFORD
Lord. Please help Rockford and those who you deem fit to remain here with Rockford…
Darius gives a side glance to Robis and snickers while Robis’ eyes remain shut.
ROCKFORD
…to resurrect this downtrodden company from the deep pit in which it has fallen. Amen.
Rockford picks up Franklin’s Annual Report and slams it on the table.
ROCKFORD
These figures are unacceptable. If Rockford was still commanding a company in Vietnam he would have some of you shot for dereliction of duty.
Rockford throws the report on the floor and his dog pees on it.
ROCKFORD
Which one of you schmucks WAS my Chief Financial Officer?
Robis raises his hand.
ROCKFORD
What’s your name, fatso?
RobIS
Robis, sir. Mr. Rockford, you have to understand…when our biggest customer transferred their manufacturing to China…
ROCKFORD
Shut up. Rockford don’t like fat people or excuses. And if you can’t make a profit, you gotta at least show a profit. That’s where our creative modern day accounting methods come in, which you obviously haven’t mastered.
ROBIS
Mr. Rockford, you can’t just…
ROCKFORD
I can’t what? Nobody tells Rockford what he can or cannot do. Get out.
ROBIS
What?
ROCKFORD
You’re fired. Gentlemen, maybe you don’t realize what Rockford’s here for. The board of directors and the stockholders have given Rockford a mandate to turn this sorry ass example of a company around.
ROBIS
I’ve worked here since college.
Robis points to a gold kite pin on his lapel.
RObIS
I just received this for twenty-five years of service.
Rockford whips out a walkie-talkie.
ROCKFORD
Depue, get the troops in here. I got a situation.
Depue and four security men in black, fascist like uniforms enter.
DEPUE
What’s the problem, Colonel?
Rockford points to Robis.
ROCKFORD
He is. Escort him off the premises.
The guards grab Robis’ arms.
DEPUE
You gonna go easy or are you gonna make it hard?
Robis resists.
Int. fRANKLIN CORPORATION/lobby-day
The guards drag Robis out the front door as Andy Williams’ song IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR plays over the loud speaker system, which reflects the holiday season.
Int. PETERSON WORLDWIDE INDUSTRIES/jim’s office-day
Jim stares at the photograph of Catherine, which sits on his desk. The BUZZER from his intercom breaks the spell.
ReCEPTIONIST (O.S.)
Mr. Peterson, Mrs. Kleinberg’s on line one.
JIM
Tell her I’m out.
RECEPTIONIST (O.S.)
She says it’ urgent. It’s about the funding you promised for the charity ball tonight.
JIM
Tell her we’re not in the charity business anymore.
RECEPTIONIST (O.S.)
Mr. Peterson, don’t you think that you should…
JIM
Just tell her! And no more calls.
RECEPTIONIST (o.S.)
Yes, sir.
JIM
And Sally.
RECEPTIONIST (o.S.)
Yes, Mr. Peterson.
JIM
Have a Merry Christmas.
Int. FrANKLIN CORPORATION/boarD ROOM-DAY
Rockford glares at Darius, who has a bemused look on his face.
ROCKFORD
Name and position.
DaRIUS
Darius Strong. Vice President of Sales and Marketing.
ROCKFORD
What’s your excuse.
DARIUS
I don’t have anything to apologize for. I just carry out orders.
ROCKFORD
So, you like to follow orders? I might be able to use you.
Rockford pats Marion on the fanny.
ROCKFORD
Get the screen for me, honey.
Marion pulls down a projection screen.
ROCKFORD
Darius. Get the lights.
Darius hits the light switch. Marion squeals.
ROCKFORD (V.O.)
Roll ’em.
An image of a barren desert landscape appears and then a poor, Mexican village.
ROCKFORD (V.O.)
This is where we’re putting the new plant.
DaRIUS (V.O.)
We’re expanding manufacturing?
ROCKFORD (V.O.)
No, we’re offshoring it.
A chart appears with the title: MERGER OVERVIEW MODEL (MOM).
ROCKFORD (v.O.)
Gentlemen, our mission is to slash costs so that we become an attractive target for takeover. And the costliest overhead we got here is the goddamn union. Lights.
The lights come on and Marion jumps off of Rockford’s lap.
ROCKFORD
The meeting’s adjourned. Now, get to work. Wait a minute. I’ll be holding a daily bible study at three o’clock sharp. Attendance is mandatory.
Ext. Chris’ house-night
Jim drives up onto the lawn and wipes out a Nativity scene. Jim and CHASTITY, a hooker, stagger from the car. They each carry a large bag of gifts. Jim picks up the Baby Jesus and places him on top of a camel.
JIM
Sorry, Little Buddy.
Chris opens the front door. His wife, Jen, peers over his shoulder.
Chris
Jim?
JIM
Merry Christmas, Corcorans. My little elf and I come bearing gifts.
Chris
You better come in before you freeze to death.
Int. Chris’ HOUSE/living room-night
Jim and Chastity follow Chris and Jen into the living room and stop in front of the beautifully decorated tree and the gifts that lie under it. A half assembled bicycle covers the rest of the floor.
JiM
Wow.
Chris and Jen’s two small children, IKE AND TINA, peek out from the stairwell.
JIM
Hey kids. Merry Christmas.
Jen
You two better get to bed if you want Santa to come.
JIM
Which way to the guest room?
JeN
I meant the other children.
JIM
Oh.
The children scramble up the steps.
Chris
Honey, we can’t throw him out in his condition. And think of his elf.
Chris guides Jim and Chastity towards the guest room while Jen stands by with her arms folded.
Int. Chris’ HOUSE/liVING ROOM-day
Jim enters and discovers Chastity and Tina playing dolls together under the tree while Chris teaches Ike to balance on his new bike.
Chris
Look what the cat dragged in.
Jim rubs his head and scratches his unshaven chin.
Jim
I don’t know about the cat, but I could sure use a little hair of the dog.
Chris
Jen.
Jen (O.S.)
Yes, dear.
CHRIS
One Bloody Mary, please.
JEN (O.S.)
Coming right up. Would the master like anything else?
Jim cringes.
JIM
Sorry about last night. Did I kill anyone?
ChRIS
No, it looks like the Savior will pull through.
JIM
I guess I came here because you’re the only family I have left.
Chris
It’s okay.
JIM
Of course, that doesn’t mean I’ve changed my mind about the layoffs.
Chris
Course not.
JIM
Look. Nobody gave anything to us. We pulled ourselves up by our own bootstraps after we landed here.
Chris
Ain’t you forgettin’ how the Canadian government funded our educations?
JIM
Hmm.
Int. FrANKLIN CORPORATION/plant-DAY
An EFFICIENCY EXPERT times Wiso whose stomach reflects every beer that he has drunk over the past thirty-two years. He works next to John who is a very grey, but still imposing figure. Wiso puts down his tools and glares at the expert.
WiSO
Get out of my face!
The expert jots a note in his pad and hurries over to another station.
JohN
You better watch yourself.
WISO
Screw you and that white collar son of yours, too.
John shoves Wiso against the machine.
JOHN
You leave Darius out of this.
Int. FrANKLIN CORPORATIOn/rockford’s office-day
Rockford and Depue observe Wiso and John on a video monitor.
RoCKFORD
Make sure they’re on the list.
Rockford focuses the lens on Joanne, who has aged like a fine wine. He zooms in on her cleavage.
ROCKFORD
She can stay.
Int. FrANKLIN CORPORATION/PLANT-DAY
John, Wiso, Billy, and Joanne stand in front of a large television monitor.
BillY
This should be good.
Two hundred employees mumble among themselves as a video extols the history of Franklin Corporation. Rockford’s image replaces that of Ben Franklin. The crowd hisses and boos.
ROCKFORD (V.O.)
As some of you may already be aware, Rockford was brought in here by the stockholders to turn this company around. In order to achieve that goal there’s going to have to be some sacrifices on the part of management AND labor. The bottom line is that half of you will receive layoff notices today, which are to take effect immediately. Finally, I want to wish you and your families a happy and prosperous New Year.
Wiso throws a wrench at the screen which splits Rockford’s image. The crowd grumbles. Wiso cups his hands over his mouth and SHOUTS.
WISO
I don’t know about the rest of you’s, but I’m not waitin’ for my pink slip. I say we wreck this joint now.
A door opens at the other end of the plant and Depue leads fifty guards onto the plant floor. Depue holds a taser gun in his right hand and uses it to clear a path to the front of the crowd.
BILLY
Quiet down everybody and listen up. The last time I checked I was still the head of this union and I say we don’t play into Rockford’s hands here. He’s just lookin’ for an excuse to throw the union out of here. So, let’s go get our paychecks peacefully and we’ll set up the picket lines on Monday.
DEPUE
Don’t listen to this old fool. Half of you still have your jobs. There’s going to be a lot of overtime, too.
BILLY
Let’s go. He’s just shillin’ for Rockford.
Billy pushes past Depue, who shoots him in the chest with the taser gun. Billy goes down like a felled tree. Joanne runs to him and holds him in her lap.
JoaNNE
Dad?
Billy opens his eyes for the last time and smiles as the melee ensues around him with guards striking men and women with clubs while the workers do their best to fight back with their fists.
BILLY
Well, at least I went out fighting.
Billy dies.
Int. PETERSON WORLDWIDE INDUSTRIES/board room-day
Jim sits at the head of the table surrounded by eight gray haired scions of old Canadian money. The Chairman of the Board, WILLIAM BURNS, stands.
Burns
Peterson, you’ve done a good job up until now, but times have changed. If we want to stay competitive globally we’re going to have to offshore some of these departments.
JIM
Yes, Mr. Burns. I’m well aware…
Chris enters the room.
Chris
Excuse me for interrupting, gentlemen.
JIM
Chris. What the hell do you think…
Chris
It’s Billy. He’s been killed. At the Franklin plant.
JIM
Killed?
Chris
It’s on the news now.
Jim stands.
JIM
Gentlemen, I’m afraid we’ll have to take this up at another time.
BurNS
Peterson. I’m warning you. You can’t put this off much longer.
Jim turns his back on the board and leaves the room with Chris.
Int. PeTERSON WORLDWIDE INDUSTRIES/jim’S OFFICE-DAY
Jim and Chris sit and watch CNBC.
Announcer (V.O.)
A federal judge in Philadelphia today announced that the court would not press charges against Mike Depue, the retired FBI agent and current Vice President of Security for Franklin Corporation, in the accidental death of union leader, Billy O’Drain. O’Drain died of heart failure while leading a wild cat strike…
Jim turns off the television.
JIM
Mike Depue? FBI? He set me and Catherine up.
Chris
You should go home. For the funeral, I mean.
JIM
Oh, I’m going back alright. Depue’s got some answering to do.
Int. Cnbc studios-day
A pretty financial commentator reads the news.
Commentator (V.O.)
The market responded favorably today to Franklin Corporation’s job cuts.
Int. Jim’s lexus-day
Jim drives unchallenged through the U.S./Canadian checkpoint.
TIME CUT TO:
INT. JIM’S LEXUS-DAY
Jim drives through his old neighborhood and witnesses the devastation which includes abandoned homes, closed businesses, and construction vehicles sitting idly in front of bars.
Ext. Newsstand-day
Rockford’s image graces the covers of Time, Newsweek and Fortune Magazines. Jim buys a paper. A homeless man approaches him and holds out a cup. Jim treats him like he has the plague, gets into his car and rolls up the window.
Ext. Philadelphia convention center-night
A sign out front reads: HAPPY NEW YEAR FRANKLIN CORPORATION. Two policemen load homeless people into their paddy wagon. A limousine pulls up and Rockford and Marion disembark.
Int. PhiLADELPHIA CONVENTION CENTER/dining room-night
Rockford, Marion, Depue, Darius and ten other executives and their wives sample the feast. Rockford stands and raises his glass of champagne.
ROCKFORD
Ladies. Gentlemen. Feliz Ano Nuevo.
The others hold up their glasses and drink.
RoCKFORD
If you look under your plates you’ll find a little bonus. And that’s only the beginning. Wait till you see what happens to our stock when the merger takes place.
Darius finds his envelope, opens it, and shows it’s contents to his smiling wife.
ROCKFORD
And now, let the games begin.
A waiter pushes a button on the wall and the doors open to reveal twelve new sports cars which are parked around an oval track in the Exposition Hall.
Int. PhILADELPHIA CONVENTION CENTER/exhibition hall-night
Rockford and the other executives careen wildly around the track and crash into one another as they play an extravagant version of bumping cars.
Int. FrANKLIN CORPORATION/plant-DAY
The floor is half empty as workers struggle to keep up with their former pace minus the manpower. Armed guards watch and joke from the perimeter. A machine malfunctions and the MACHINIST curses and kicks it.
Int. FrANKLIN CORPORATION/customer service dept.-day
BETTY BARNES, the sole survivor of her department, replaces a file in a cabinet. The telephone’s RING echoes off of the walls of the empty office. Betty picks it up.
Betty
Customer service, Betty. Yes? You got what? Hold on. Let me check the computer.
Betty does a couple of transactions on her desktop.
BeTTY
Okay. We were out of that one. So, I guess that’s why they shipped the other. Let me see what I can do.
She hangs up the phone and it RINGS again.
BetTY
Customer service. Right. You too? Never mind. Alright, let me see.
Betty hangs up and the phone RINGS immediately. She puts her head down on her desk and cries. The phone continues to RING.
Int. O’malley funeral home/reception area-night
Jim waits in the long line of mourners. Most of the crowd appears to be in tune with the spirits. It is obvious that they have tapped into this state from the presence of two kegs of beer rather than through prayer and meditation.
Int. o’MALLEY FUNERAL HOME/viewing room-night
Jim kneels in front of Billy’s body, blesses himself, and touches Billy’s hand. He gets up and walks over to Joanne.
Jim
Joanne. I’m really sorry about Billy. He was…
JoaNNE
Jim? Jim Dooley? Oh my God. It is you.
JoANNE
Boy, how many years has it been?
JIM
Yeah. I’m sorry about that, but you know…
JOANNE
We can talk about it tomorrow after the funeral.
JIM
I’m afraid I have some pressing business back home and won’t…
A commotion at the back of the room interrupts them.
JOANNE
For the love of Christ. I bet it’s the Cleary brothers goin’ at it again. Those shanty Irishmen…
The source of the disturbance becomes quickly apparent by the sight of a drunken Wiso who pushes Rockford and Depue towards Joanne.
ROCKFORD
Mrs. Corey. We just wanted to pay our respects.
JOANNE
You never respected him when he was alive.
Joanne refocuses her ire on Depue.
JoANNE
And you. You murderer. I don’t care what your judges said. You’re nothin’ but a cold blooded killer.
ROCKFORD
Well, if you’re going to take that kind of attitude.
DEPUE
Come on, boss. The smell of these Irish pigs is startin’ to make me…I don’t believe it. After all these years. Boss, meet Jim Dooley, the last of the Weathermen.
Depue pulls his gun.
DEPUE
Put your hands up. I’m takin’ you down to police headquarters.
Jim complies.
Ext. O’MALLEY FUNERAL HOME/parking lot-night
Depue prods Jim towards his car while Rockford trails at a safe distance.
DePUE
I guess you were just as surprised to find me here tonight.
JIM
Not really. Rats usually come out of their holes at night.
DEPUE
Boss. This guy made my career. Him and his little, hippie girlfriend.
JIM
You keep Catherine out of…
DEPUE
It’s a shame you didn’t hang around that night. You might have been able to save her. I can still hear her screaming your name. I let the bitch burn.
Jim turns and raises his fist.
JIM
You bastard. I’m…
Depue shoves his gun in Jim’s face.
DEPUE
Go ahead. Make my…
Depue goes limp. Wiso and Joanne appear behind him. Wiso holds a brass candlestick.
JoaNNE
Jim. Are you alright?
JIM
Yes, but I don’t want you endangering…
WISO
Listen, Ivan. Don’t get the idea that I’ve changed my mind about ya. It’s just that these two birds are a lot further down on the food chain.
Wiso hands Jim the gun.
WISO
Here. I heard what he said about your girlfriend. Here’s your chance to get even.
Jim takes the gun and looks down at Depue’s prostrate figure.
WISO
Go on. Shoot him.
JIM
I’m not like him.
WISO
Big shot revolutionary.
Wiso turns to Rockford who gets down on his knees and folds his hands together.
ROCKFORD
Please. I beg of you. Don’t…
JoANNE
Leave them be. They’ll hafta answer to God. Come on, Jim. Let’s get you out of here.
Int. JoaNNE’S HOUSE/liviNG ROOM-NIGHT
Jim sits next to Joanne on the sofa and pages through a photo album.
JoANNE
We tried to find you.
JIM
I changed my identity.
JOANNE
Did you ever marry?
Jim moves to the other end of the couch away from Joanne.
JIM
No, there hasn’t been anyone since…so what about you?
JOANNE
No, I never met anyone else either. We’re holdin’ a union meetin’ here tomorrow night. Billy would have wanted us to continue. I was kind of hopin’ that you could come.
JIM
I can’t risk it. Depue will have the feds on my trail by now.
JOANNE
Would you come for me?
JIM
Alright. I’ll be there.
JOANNE
Where are you staying?
JIM
I guess I’ll try my mother’s. Have you seen her lately?
JOANNE
Yeah. She looks great.
JIM
Well, I guess I’ll be going.
Joanne puts her hand on Jim’s arm.
JOANNE
You know you can always stay here if you want to.
JIM
No thanks. My mom’s will be fine.
Ext. Elizabeth dooley’s house-night
The house is dark, but Jim knocks anyway. A light comes on inside, but no one opens the door.
Elizabeth (O.S.)
Who is it?
Jim
Mom. It’s Jim.
ELIZABETH (O.S.)
Jim who?
JIM
It’s your son, Jim.
Elizabeth opens the door. She is now about eighty, but a sprightly eighty.
ELIZABETH
Jimmy? Is it really you?
JIM
Yeah mom.
ELIZABETH
Praise God and all the saints. My prayers have been answered after all these years. Well, don’t just stand there. Aren’t ya gonna come in and kiss your old mother.
Jim enters.
Int. ELIZABETH DOOLEY’S HOUSE/living room-night
Jim kisses Elizabeth on the cheek. She hugs him, but the hug is very one sided.
ElIZABETH
So what brings you back into town? Billy’s funeral?
JIM
Yeah. I just came from the wake and Joanne’s.
Elizabeth gives an impish grin and a wink.
ELIZABETH
Joanne’s huh? I couldn’t get to the wake tonight because of a previous commitment. The AA ya know?
JIM
Alcoholics Anonymous? You?
ELIZABETH
I just celebrated my thirtieth sober anniversary.
JIM
Wow. That’s great. I wish I had known. I would have…
ELIZABETH
I know. I know me and your father were drunks, but we did our best under the circumstances. If I could make it up to you now I would.
JIM
That’s okay. I’m just glad to see you doing so good.
ELIZABETH
So, what have ya been up to all these years? Do you have a family?
JIM
No, didn’t you get my letters or the money I sent?
ELIZABETH
Thank you. I got it.
JIM
I was hoping that you’d of moved to a nicer neighborhood with the money I sent you.
ELIZABETH
No, I could never leave Grays Ferry. Move away from my friends and the parish. I was born here and I’ll be buried here.
JIM
If you don’t mind my asking, what did you do with the money I sent?
ELIZABETH
Oh, I got a new washer and dryer and a new frigerator. The rest I gave to the neighbors or to Father for the poor. Where’d ya get all that money, anyway?
Jim reaches into his wallet and pulls out a business card and hands it to her.
ELIZABETH
President. But it says James Peterson.
JIM
I had to obtain a new identity. You know…the bombing and all.
ELIZABETH
Oh, yeah. The FBI came around for quite a while after that. They haven’t bothered me in about 20 years now.
JIM
Look. I’m bushed. Do you mind if I stay here just for tonight.
ELIZABETH
Mind. I been waitin’ thirty-two years to cook ya your favorite breakfast again. Scrapple and eggs. Right?
JIM
Right.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/roCKFORD’S OFFICE-night
Depue sits across from Rockford, who is behind his desk. The desk sits on top of a raised platform to give him more dominance.
ROCKFORD
I think it’s kind of suspicious. Him showing up here at this time.
Depue’s face begins to twitch.
DEPUE
I’m sure it’s just a coincidence. He and O’Drain were tight, although I’m surprised he’d risk it for that.
ROCKFORD
What are you planning on doing about him?
DEPUE
I still got my contacts in the police department. I’ll get on it first thing tomorrow.
Int. ELIZABETH DOOLEY’S HOUSE/kitchen-day
Elizabeth places Jim’s breakfast before him.
ElIZABETH
I hope you still like your eggs scrambled?
JIM
That’s fine.
Someone POUNDS on the front door. Jim jumps up from the table.
ELIZABETH
Now who could that be at this hour?
JIM
I better not wait to find out.
Jim flees out the back door.
Int. ELIZABETH DOOLEY’S HOUSE/livING ROOM-day
ELIZABETH
Who is it?
DePUE (O.S.)
Police. Open up. We got a search warrant.
Elizabeth opens the door and Depue and two members of the Philadelphia Police Warrant Squad barge in.
DEPUE
Where is he?
ELIZABETH
Who?
DEPUE
Don’t try to kid me. You’re son.
ELIZABETH
He ain’t here.
Depue and the two detectives brush past her. One of the detectives goes up the stairs while Depue and the other enter the kitchen.
Int. ELIZABETH DOOLEY’S HOUSE/kITCHEN-DAY
Depue notices the two plates containing the uneaten meals on the table. He touches the food.
DEPUE
Still hot. You always make two plates of food for yourself, Mrs. Dooley?
ELIZABETH
No. I was expecting a friend, but they just called to cancel.
DEPUE
This friend of yours, does he happen to have a Canadian accent?
ELIZABETH
I don’t know what you mean.
Depue steps to the kitchen counter and goes through some papers. He finds Jim’s business card underneath them and holds it out to Elizabeth.
DEPUE
James Peterson. Toronto. So, that’s where he got to.
ELIZABETH
Give that back.
DEPUE
Sorry. It’s evidence. Are you aware of the penalty for harboring a fugitive?
ELIZABETH
Screw you flatfoot. Now get out of here before I get my Irish up. Lord, please help me to be more spiritual.
DEPUE
Okay, but you tell that radical son of yours that we’ll be back. And next time he won’t be so lucky.

Int. JoaNNE’S HOUSE/LIVING ROOM-NIGHT
Joanne stands before thirty ex-Franklin employees. A distinct color barrier separates the room as Wiso sits with his crew on one side and John sits with the black workers on the other.
JoaNNE
Billy’s death’s a great loss to the union, but he would have wanted us all to carry on. So, let’s get down to business. I still need four strike captains.
Robis, who looks ridiculous and sad dressed in his Burger Boy uniform, stands up.
Joanne
Mr. Robis?
RobIS
No, I’m sorry, Joanne, but I have to get to work. Keep me informed. Okay?
Robis exits.
JOANNE
What about the rest of yas? John, can I count on you like Billy could?
JohN
Sure.
JOANNE
Great. Wiso? Can I count on your crew?
Jim enters from the kitchen. He carries a tray of sodas. Jim holds out the tray to Wiso, who notices a tattoo of a lightning bolt striking through a rainbow on Jim’s exposed forearm.
WISO
What’s this?
JIM
A tattoo.
WISO
I can see that! What’s it mean?
JIM
It’s the Weathermen insignia.
Wiso points to the U.S.M.C. tattoo on his forearm.
WISO
Now, this stands for something.
JIM
I’m impressed.
Joanne walks over to Jim and takes a soda.
JoANNE
If it’s alright with you two, I’d like to get back to OUR war. I got word today that Rockford’s gonna bring in the Mexicans for training this week.
WISO
John, how come so many brudders stayed on to train ’em?
John jumps from his seat and goes for Wiso.
JohN
Why you racist…
Jim gets between them.
JIM
Stop it. Can’t you see? You’re both falling into Rockford’s hands. Divide and conquer.
Joanne
Jim’s right. Jim, you got a lot of experience with this stuff. What do you suggest?
JIM
I been out of the radical business for a long time.
WISO
Yeah. Come on big shot.
JIM
Well, it seems to me that your union’s going to have to get more militant.
WISO
Militant? You think we want to end up on the run like you? We got families to support.
JIM
Haven’t they got you on the run already?
JohN
What you got in mind?
JIM
I say you form a new party. A Workers Party.
WISO
A Workers Party? That sounds like communism.
JIM
That’s just how the corporations are going to try to label you. Socialists. Anarchists. But your cause will win out because you are the people. One big union.
JohN
What are you sayin’ we do?
JIM
I’m suggesting that you form an army of workers and that you declare war on these corporate criminals because whether you know it or not you’re all in a battle for your livelihoods.
WISO
What are we supposed to fight this war with?
JIM
Well, I remember when Abbie, Jerry, and the rest of the movement people…

Ext. Van-day
Joanne drives and Wiso and John sit up front. Jim sits squashed in the rear of the paneled van with ten other Party members.
JoaNNE
We’re here.
Jim
Alright. Now remember what I told you. The object of this little exercise is publicity. The news crews should be here soon.
Everyone exits the van except Jim.
Ext. Rockford’s main line mansion/OUTSIDE GATES-day
The principals from the van join a couple hundred other former Franklin employees.
JoaNNE
Wiso. Do ya think ya can make it over the fence wit’ me?
Wiso gives Joanne a doubtful look.
John
I’ll go.
Ext. RoCKFORD’S main line MANSION-DAY
Two kites fly from the hands of the Franklin statue. Messages printed on the kites say DOWNSIZE THIS and SAVE OUR JOBS.
Ext. rOCKFORD’S main line mansion/outSide gates-day
Joanne
Ready gang?
The protesters chant in unison SAVE OUR JOBS! DOWNSIZE THIS! ROCKFORD IS A CORPORATE CRIMINAL!
Ext. RoCKFORD’S main line MANSION-DAY
Rockford exits, notices the kite strings, takes out a pen knife and cuts them. The kites flutter away. The protesters BOO and Rockford smiles at them, gets into his limo and drives obliviously out the gates just as a news van pulls up.
Int. Van-DAY
Jim watches as the Workers Party members pile out of the van with Joanne the last to exit.
JiM
You know the deal Joanne. Get to it.
Joanne
Yes sir.
Ext. UniVERSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA/wharton school-day
Workers Party members led by Joanne unfurl a banner which states: STOP TRAINING CORPORATE CRIMINALS. Rockford arrives and the campus police escort him through the protesters. Wiso runs up to him and throws blood on him.
WISO
Here Rockford! Ya might as well take our blood, too.
The campus police arrest Wiso, while the bloodied Rockford hustles into the building.
Int. UNIVERSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA/wHARTON SCHOOL auditorium-DAY
Rockford stands at the podium. He wears a University of Pennsylvania letter jacket, which obscures his soiled clothing.
ROCKFORD
You’ll have to forgive my appearance. Just a little incident outside with a few misguided individuals who disagree with my economic principles…
The rapt audience of future corporate criminals cheer him like he is the Second Coming and hang onto his every word as if it’s gospel, which it is. The gospel according to Wall Street.
ROCKFORD
…the main principle being that companies should be run for the benefit of stock holders, not employees, communities or other constituencies.
The students give Rockford a standing ovation.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/roCKFORD’S OFFICE-DAY
Rockford, who wears the Penn letter jacket, stews behind his desk. Depue twitches across from him. Rockford opens the jacket and points at his blood stained shirt.
ROCKFORD
Is this your idea of security? He could of had a gun. I knows who’s behind all this. Give me that business card.
Depue hands the card to him.
ROCKFORD
I think I’ll have a little talk with this Peterson’s board of directors.
Int. Welfare office-day
Wiso sits before a CASE WORKER. The woman reads his application.
Case worker
I’m afraid you don’t qualify for benefits Mr. Wisotsky because it says here you were fired.
WISO
I knew I shouldn’t of come here.
Wiso stands up.
WISO
I worked my ass off at Franklin for thirty-five years and I never thought I’d end up here. Welfare was for lazy nig…for people who didn’t wanna work and were lookin’ for a free ride from the government.
CasE WORKER
Mr. Wisotskey, I think…
WISO
The only reason I’m here is my family. We need medical coverage. I don’t want your stinkin’ welfare cheese.
A SECURITY GUARD comes over and puts his hand on Wiso’s shoulder. Wiso shakes him off.
WISO
Don’t worry. I’m leavin’. I never should have listened to them guys. The government don’t care about the little guy.
Ext. Bank/atm machine-day
Jim inserts his ATM card into the machine. He pushes a few buttons. The screen shows: ILLEGAL TRANSACTION. YOUR CARD HAS BEEN CONFISCATED.
Jim
What the…
Jim kicks the machine and injures his foot. He limps over to the van, which is parked at the curb. John sits behind the wheel.
JIM
The machine ate my card. My credit cards are probably useless, too.
John
Get in. You can stay at my house. Sleep in Darius’ old room.
Ext. John’s house-day
The freshly painted home and the clean sidewalks in front of it contrast with the rest of the block of mainly abandoned properties. A group of homeboys rap outside the boarded up house next door. They eye Jim suspiciously.
JohN
Don’t mind them. Their bark is worse than their bite. Come on in. The wife will be home soon from work.
Jim follows John inside.
Int. Universal unemployment project-day
Robis enters the Island of Broken Toys for unemployed middle aged executives. Robis’ work outfit conflicts with the rest of the members who wear business suits. HIRAM FROST, an elderly gentleman, approaches Robis.
Frost
Can I help you Mr…
Robis
Tim Robis. Someone told me that you help older executives find jobs.
FROST
Yes. That’s the idea. We have a mentoring program here where long time members show new ones the ropes.
PAUL ROMANO, a distinguished looking man of sixty dressed in a blue suit and yellow power tie, passes by.
FROST
Oh, Paul. I want you to meet our newest member, Tim Robis.
Romano shakes Robis’ hand.
Romano
I’d only be too glad to show you around.
RobIS
Thanks.
Robis and Romano walk over to a bank of computers and sit down.
RomANO
So, what’s your story?
ROBIS
I got let go after twenty-five years of service.
ROMANO
I can relate. Do you know what they call us? SAVES. You know why? Because laying us off saves them money. Funny, I don’t feel saved do you?
ROBIS
Paul, I’ve already sent out a couple hundred resumes. They keep telling me I’m overqualified. What’s this place going to show me that I haven’t done already?
ROMANO
Well, we have counseling.
Robis gets up and walks out.
Ext. Robis’house-day
Robis returns home exhausted and dirty from his shift at the Burger Boy. He enters the rear of the house so that his more affluent neighbors don’t see him in his work clothes.
Int. RobIS’HOUSE/living room-DAY
Robis’ wife, EMILY, who is still a very attractive and youthful forty, gets up from a chair. She holds a book with a baby on the cover.
Emily
How was your day, sweetheart?
RobIS
You’d think that someone with three degrees could manage a burger joint.
EMILY
Don’t worry. I’m sure this will only be temporary.
ROBIS
Maybe.
EMILY
The Lions Club called. They said you quit the board.
ROBIS
Charity begins at home.
EMILY
I have some news that should cheer you up. I went to the doctors today and…
ROBIS
The doctor? I told you that our medical insurance won’t kick in for another month. Couldn’t you have waited until…
EMILY
Darling. We’re pregnant.
ROBIS
What?
EMILY
I thought you’d be pleased. You’ve always wanted a child.
ROBIS
Not when I’m already struggling to feed the two of us.
Emily throws the baby book down, sobs, and walks out of the room leaving Robis and his guilt in her wake.
Ext. Supermarket-day
Joanne and a few other Workers Party members distribute leaflets to shoppers. Joanne gives a flyer to an elderly Asian woman.
JoANNE
Mrs. Kim. Please don’t buy anything made by the companies on this list. They’ve all laid off Americans and have offshored their jobs to foreign countries. Okay?
Mrs. Kim nods her head.
JoANNE
This is one way we can fight back.
Ext. mexican vILLAGE-night
The newly constructed Franklintown consists of large, wooden crates with Franklin stenciled on the sides. The new hires and their families sit outside their mock homes and cook their dinners on open fires.
INT. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/rockford’s office-DAY
Rockford sits at his desk with Darius across and below him.
RocKFORD
How’s the plans for the Mexes’ training coming along?
DarIUS
Great. I told our people that we’re opening another plant in Mexico. Which is true. Right?
ROCKFORD
Yeah, whatever.
Rockford hits a key on his computer.
RockFORD
What the…
Darius gets up and walks around and looks at Rockford’s computer screen.
DaRIUS
What’s the problem, chief?
The screen displays the Workers Party new insignia of a HAMMER AND CHISEL over the letters WP. A cartoon of Ben Franklin lies beneath it. Ben raises and drops his drawers and gives Rockford the moon.
Rockford
There’s gonna be hell to pay for this. Hell, I tell you. Hell!
Ext. Abandoned house-day
Jim and John survey the home next door to John’s house. They each hold a a pry bar in their hands. Jim applies his to the large piece of plywood covering the front door and it SPLINTERS away from the entrance.
Int. ABANDONED HOUSE/living room-day
Broken glass CRUNCHES under the boots of Jim and John as they wade through the trash strewn room. A couple of rodents scurry away.
John
I know it ain’t the Ritz, but at least you’ll have some privacy.
Jim
Oh my God! What’s that stench?
JOHN
The crackheads that used to live here didn’t pay no mind to indoor plumbing.
Time cut to:
Ext. AbANDONED HOUSE-DAY
A noticeably dirtier and wearier Jim places another bag onto the mountain of trash at the curb. The four young brothers who were outside the house when Jim first arrived walk down the street. Their leader, MASTER P., walks over to Jim.
Master p.
What you doin’ here, man? You some kind of social worker or sumpin’?
JIM
No, I’m just trying to get by like everybody else around here.
MASTER P.
You buy this place?
JIM
Nope. I figured since no one else was usin’ it, I might as well…
MASTER P.
Well, you figured wrong, cracker. My Uncle Bo used to own this place.
JIM
Well where can I find him?
MASTER P.
He doin’ twenty-five to life up at Graterford, but that still don’t make it right for you to steal his property.
JIM
Look, I don’t want any trouble.
John strolls over from next door.
John
What you givin’ this man a hard time for Lionel?
MaSTER P.
The names Master P. now. I wasn’t givin’ the man a hard time, Mr. John, I was just tellin’ him that my uncle owned this place before he got sent up.
JOHN
Well, he sure as hell don’t need it where he’s at and when he was here he used it for no good. So, you best just…
JIM
Wait a minute, John. I got an idea that might satisfy all parties. Lionel…I mean Master P. Would you and your three friends be interested in a little work?
MASTER P.
What kind of work?
JIM
Well, I don’t have a lot of money, but if I could pay you fellas say ten dollars an hour to paint and rehab this place would you be interested?
MASTER P.
Hold on a minute while I consult with my associates.
Master P. and his three friends confer. Jim gives the still stern faced John a wink. The young men break their huddle.
MaSTER P.
Alright, Mister…
JIM
Jim. Just call me Jim.
MASTER P.
Alright, Jim. We’ll come work for ya, but under one condition.
JIM
What’s that?
MASTER P.
We get two fifteen minute smoke breaks and an hour for lunch, which you supplies us from Mickey Dees.
JIM
Agreed.
The men shake hands all around.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/rockford’s office-DAY
Robis enters and looks nervously over his shoulder as if he expects security to pounce once again.
RocKFORD
Tim! Come on in. Take a load off.
RobIS
Thanks.
ROCKFORD
So, how have you been getting on since you left? Any luck in the job market?
ROBIS
I’m doing alright. I got a little job in the hospitality industry as an on-site manager until something else comes through.
ROCKFORD
Hospitality industry, my ass! Depue tells me you’re flipping burgers.
ROBIS
Restaurant management.
ROCKFORD
Yeah, whatever. I’ve got a proposition to for you. How would you like your old job back at twice the salary plus stock options?
ROBIS
What’s the catch?
ROCKFORD
No catch. I just need some information.
ROBIS
About the Workers Party? I’ve been to busy to attend any of their meetings lately and now that my wife’s pregnant…
ROCKFORD
Well, you’re really in a fix now.
ROBIS
Mr. Rockford, I can’t spy on those people. I’ve worked with some of them for 25 years. They’re my friends.
ROCKFORD
Are those friends of yours going to pay your mortgage? Feed your family?
Robis is silent.
Ext. Four seasons hotel-day
The marquee out front says: PHILADELPHIA DOG SHOW.
Int. four seasons hoteL/ROCKFORD’S SUITE-DAY
The GROOM brushes the hair of Rockford’s prize sheep dog, Walshie, The phone RINGS. The groom picks it up.
Groom
I can’t do that. I have to finish getting Walshie boy ready for the show. Rockford’s orders? All right. Just tell him to hold his damn horses.
The groom exits. Jim and Wiso enter. The dog BARKS.
JIM
It’s okay, Rover. Wiso here’s a great stylist, too.
TIME CUT TO:
Int. FOUR SEASONS HOTEL/ROCKFORD’S SUITE-DAY
The groom returns and discovers Walshie’s new Mohawk haircut and the letters WP shaved onto each of his sides. Walshie WHINES.
Ext. Union league-day
The building resembles a castle with the drawbridge open for only a select few conservative businessmen.
Int. Union league/lounge-DAY
Rockford sits with four other CEOs. The heavy, dark, wood furniture reflects their mood. PETER BRIDGES, tall and slim with a Palm Beach tan, stands.
bridges
Mr. Rockford, our members have always maintained a parental attitude towards our employees. Your recent business exploits run counter to that philosophy and is upsetting the balance.

RocKFORD
You blue blood sons of a bitches are too soft.
WILLIAM BIDDLE, another tanned denizen of the Main Line, gets up and heads towards the door.
Biddle
I’m not going to sit here and listen to this…
ROCKFORD
You better listen if you want to maintain your cozy lifestyle.
Biddle sits down.
ROCKFORD
You know, Hitler had the right idea when he exterminated the retarded and insane because they weren’t performing a necessary function. Downsizing’s the same principal.
MO FRANKS stands up and takes a step towards Rockford as if to assault him.
Franks
Ten members of my family were exterminated at Auschwitz. Were they unnecessary, too?
ROCKFORD
No, of course not. I wasn’t referring to the Jews, just the…
Franks
I started my company out of a little garage in Kensington. What gives you the right to talk to me this way. What have you ever built? You do nothing but destroy things.
BRIDGEs
Gentlemen, gentlemen. We’re not here to fight among ourselves. We need to work together against these radicals. Elliot, what do you think?
ELLIOT CURSOR takes his cigar from his mouth and uses it to punctuate his message.
CURSOR
I only have one question for Mr. Rockford. How much?
RockFORD
You don’t beat around the bush. I figure a quarter million a piece ought to about cover it plus access to your political and intelligence resources.
Bridges
So, we’re all agreed?
The men nod their heads.
Ext. FRANKLIN CORPORATION-DAY
A fleet of news vans clog the driveway. Rockford stands at a podium. A red banner with a gold fish symbol covers it. Two high ranking police officials and Depue, who holds a freshly shaved Walshie on his leash, flank him.
RocKFORD
Today, I am announcing the establishment of a hotline and of a ten thousand dollar reward for any information leading to the arrest of Jim Dooley, the known terrorist and leader of this so called Worker’s Party.
Jim, who is disguised as a cameraman, mingles with the other members of the paparazzi.
Jim
And the Workers Party announces a competing offer of a $20,000.00 reward for any evidence leading to the arrest and conviction of the corporate criminal, Rockford, for illegal business practices.
Rockford turns to Depue who begins to twitch.
ROCKFORD
Who said that?
Jim walks briskly towards a white van parked at the exit gate. John sits behind the wheel. Depue spots them.
DEPUE
It’s him! Jim Dooley! Someone stop him!
Jim jumps into the van and they take off with tires SQUEALING.
Int. Van-DAY
John and Jim race towards the safety of Grays Ferry. They hear SIRENS. John looks in the rear view mirror and spots a phalanx of police cars trailing not too far behind.
John
Uh-oh. Here comes the man.
John floors it as they approach the hood. They make it onto their street with the SIRENS barely audible now. John pulls the van into the driveway between their houses.
Ext. John and jim’s street-day
Master P. and his gang quickly organize a game of football. Police come towards them as they obliviously throw the football back and forth, The OFFICER in the lead car in which Depue sits as a passenger gets out.
Officer
You boys see a van go by here just now?
MasTER P.
No sir. We been playin’ out here about an hour and no ones come by. Oh, wait a minute. Was that a white van you was lookin’ for?
OFFICER
Yeah. That’s right.
MASTER P.
I seen it about a minute ago. It went up the next street towards the expressway.
The officer gets back into his car and on the radio.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/holine room-DAY
Two security guards man the silent phones. One phone RINGS and the GUARD picks it up.
GuARD
Franklin hotline…yeah, your mother, too.
The guard SLAMS the phone down.
Int. RoCKFORD’S OFFICE, FRANKLIN CORPORATION-day
Rockford opens a gift wrapped box containing a copy of Jack Walsh’s autobiography. He opens it and white powder engulfs him. Rockford takes a note out from the book. It reads: IT’S ONLY BABY POWDER–THIS TIME!
Ext. John’s and JIM’S STREET-DAY
Jim, Joanne, and John sit at a picnic table. Other neighbors and party members sit at additional tables nearby. It is a block party. Kids play games, teens and adults dance to Motown hits played by a disc jockey.
JoANNE
John, this block party was a great idea. We all needed a break.
John
Amen.
John’s wife, VELMA, a large, but pretty woman, approaches the table with a tray of barbecued ribs and chicken.
Velma
Eat up, folks. There’s plenty more where this come from.
CUT TO:
John and Velma boogie along with Master P. and some of the other youngsters. Jim and Joanne are alone at their table. A slow song comes on.
JoANNE
Ya wanna dance?
Jim hesitates.
JoANNE
Ya forget how? Come on. I’ll show ya.
Jim takes Joanne’s hand and they go out onto the asphalt dance floor. Jim puts his arms very delicately around Joanne’s waist and remains about a foot away from her body.
JOANNE
You’re doin’ fine.
Joanne pulls Jim closer and he doesn’t protest. They are soon cheek to cheek.
JOANNE
That’s better. Remember how you used to hold me back at the dances at St. Maria Gorretti’s?
Jim
Yeah, until Vince came along.
JOANNE
Yeah, well, he was pretty handsome. And that car? Remember his cherry red ’67 GTO?
JIM
Yeah, it was pretty cool. I couldn’t be mad at him. He was a good guy.
JOANNE
Yes, he was. And you know what?
JIM
What?
JOANNE
I think you’re a pretty good guy, too.
The song ends. Jim and Joanne kiss. Grand Master P. grabs the microphone from the disc jockey.
Grand master P.
Yo. Are ya’ll ready to rap wit’ me?
The crowd CHEERS. Grand Master P.’s friends join him.
GrAND MASTER P.
Yo, homeboys. This rap is for the man who’s takin’ our dreams down. The man. You know the man who wants to keep us niggahs down. The Workers Party got the plan. They gonna bring the man down. Yeah, they gonna get down.
The audience APPLAUDS. A YOUNG MAN runs up to Master P.
Young man
Yo, dude. Five-O. Five O.
Police cars appear at the end of the block with their lights flashing.
GRAND MASTER P.
I guess the parties over, ya’ll. The man has arrived.
Jim and Joanne get up from their table. Reggie runs up to them.
Reggie
Come on, Mr. Jim. This way.
Ext. Alley-night
Jim and Joanne follow Reggie. They stop at an old wood fence. Reggie lifts a loose slat.
Reggie
Just go through there and it will take you to the abandoned factory. Go around the back and you’ll see an open window. You’ll be safe there until the cops leave.
JIM
Thanks.
Jim and Joanne go through the fence. Reggie walks back up the alley which immediately floods with the flashing blue and red lights from a police car.
Int. Jim’s new house-day
Jim dials a number on his cell phone.
Jim
Hello, Chris? Yeah, I’m fine. Listen. I’m just callin’ to see what’s goin’ on. What? Okay, listen. Ya gotta hold Burns off till I can get back up there. Use any means. Well, call a wildcat strike then. Yeah. It’s really me. Alright. Good luck.
Int. television station-night
Anchor man
We’re going to go live now to Kelly O’Connor in an Action News exclusive interview with the leader of this new phenomena known as the Workers Party which is shaking the foundations of the Philadelphia corporate world. Kelly?
Kelly appears on the monitor.
Kelly (v.o.)
Dave, I’m coming to you live from an undisclosed location. I have with me a Mr. Jim Dooley, a former member of the sixties revolutionary group, the Weather Underground.
The cameraman frames Jim. A poster from the famous photograph of the sandhogs building the New York City subways provides a backdrop.
Kelly (V.O.)
Mr. Dooley.
Jim (V.O.)
Jim. Just call me Jim.
KELLY (V.O.)
Jim. What’s the purpose of this group?
JIM (V.O.)
Our purpose is to restore and protect the rights and dignity of the working people in this country who have become economically dispossessed by their corporate masters.
KELLY (V.O.)
Any comments on downsizing?
JIM (V.O.)
The government sanctions it. It’s a legal method of breaking unions and ultimately workers lives by moving operations where poor people will gladly accept low wages, no benefits, and dangerous working conditions in order to survive. And our free economic system sanctions this by allowing these corporations to receive tax benefits for their efforts.
KELLY (O.S.)
Jim, I understand that you’re still on the FBI’s Most Wanted List? What prompted you to resurface and to conduct these new radical activities?
JIM (V.O.)
I just couldn’t stand by and watch what Rockford was doing to the loyal and hard working employees of Franklin. Rockford and these other corporate criminals who are making hundreds of times more than the average working stiff.
Kelly (V.O.)
How do you propose to change things?
JIM (V.O.)
We’re gonna fight fire with fire. The public’s been lulled to sleep by politicians who claim that all of these layoffs and the offshoring that accompanies it are just the natural progression of the global economy. Well, I’ve got a message for the public.
KELLY (V.O.)
And what exactly is that?
JIM (V.O.)
Maybe you’re comfortable now. You have a job, a car, a house, but what happens to all of those things and your family if your job is suddenly taken away like what happened at Franklin? Believe me. It can happen to you. Then you’ll find yourself caring about those other people.
KELLY (v.O.)
What can the average person do to counter these conditions?
JIM (V.O.)
They can start by boycotting the products made by these corporations that are cutting jobs. They can contact their elected officials about introducing legislation which will provide tax breaks to companies that avoid layoffs and to fund government programs for national health care and job training. And lastly, let’s look at campaign funding reforms. Who is the government serving? The people or the corporations? Take a look at the voting records of these politicians in both parties. We just had a major scandal on Wall Street which is challenging our economic system, yet a lot of the laws that were written in response to these problems have been watered down by special interest groups like the accounting industry.
KELLY (V.O.)
Some of the politicians and business leaders are labeling you as a socialist. Any comment?
JIM (V.O.)
To quote Walter Reuther, the late, great UAW leader: IF FIGHTING FOR MORE EQUAL AND EQUITABLE DISTRIBUTION OF WEALTH OF THIS COUNTRY IS SOCIALISTIC I STAND GUILTY OF BEING A SOCIALIST.
KELLY (V.O.)
Would any of you other members like to add anything?
John enters the frame.
John (V.O.)
Yeah, I’d like to share a statistic with you.
KELLY (V.O.)
Yes?
JOHN (V.O.)
Did you know that fifty percent of black youths and thirty-three percent of black adults are unemployed?
KELLY (V.O.)
No, I wasn’t aware of that.
JOHN (V.O.)
Well, if you white people want us to follow your laws and get with the program, then you better start including us in the dream. That’s all I got to say about that.
KELLY (V.O.)
Thank you. And you Miss. What prompted you to join this group?
Joanne enters the frame. She smooths her hair and gives an embarrassed smile.
JoaNNE (V.O.)
Pot roast.
KELLY (v.O.)
Pot roast?
JOANNE (V.O.)
Yeah, I used to make a great pot roast for my family every Sunday. I couldn’t afford it anymore. Pork ‘n’ beans gets old real quick.
KELLY (V.O.)
Thank you. Reporting live from Workers Party Headquarters. Oops. I’m Kelly O’Connor. Action News.
Int. joanne’S house/LIVING ROOM-NIGHT
Jim, John, Wiso, Joanne and several others crowd her living room. An air of frustration and defeat permeates the room. Wiso jumps up from his seat and starts pacing.
JohN
Sit down Wiso. You’re making me nervous.
WiSO
Yeah, well I’m worried about how I’m going to make my mortgage payment. These pranks of his ain’t gettin’ us nowhere.
JOHN
I hate to admit it, Jim, but Wiso’s right.
JIM
I’m afraid we’re going to have to do something to make them take us more seriously.
JOHN
Man, didn’t you radicals use to rob banks and bomb buildings and stuff like that?
JIM
Yes, THEY did.
JOHN
Well?
WISO
Bank robberies and bombings? If we start that shit the government’s gonna come after us.
Jim
They’re already after us.
Time cut to:

Int. JoANNE’S HOUSE/living room-NIGHT
Jim holds a copy of Karl Marx’s DAS KAPITAL on his lap as he sits alone on the sofa with his eyes closed. Joanne enters and sits next to him. Jim opens his eyes and smiles. She touches his arm. Jim doesn’t recoil.
JoANNE
What’s bothering you?
JiM
These people expect me to lead them in this war of theirs. Wait till they find out I’m a phony.
JOANNE
You’re not a phony.
JIM
Look, I never knowingly participated in any violence with the Underground. It was an accident. At least I thought so.
JOANNE
You’re going to do fine. The workers believe in you. I BELIEVE IN YOU.
JIM
You do?
JOANNE
Of course I do.
Joanne leans over and kisses Jim. He doesn’t respond. She kisses him several more times on his cheeks, his forehead, and again on the lips. Jim relaxes, puts his arms around her and returns her kisses.
MONTAGE-WORKERS PARTY MEMBERS TRAINING FOR BATTLE.
–A classroom.-They practice first aid.
–A machine shop.-They make bombs.
–A paint ball camp.-They play war games.
–A pistol range.-They use magazine covers of Rockford for target practice.
EXT. TRUCK STOP-DAY
Jim, Joanne, John, and Wiso approach a TRUCK DRIVER who stands outside his cab. Jim pulls a gun on him.
JIM
What’s in the trailer?
Truck driver
It’s just a load of frozen turkeys.
JIM
Perfect. Listen. We’re with the Workers Party. If you cooperate, you won’t get hurt.
TRUCK DRIVER
You’re kiddin’ me? The Workers Party? I been followin’ you guys on the news. I can’t believe I’m bein’ hijacked by the Workers Party. Wait’ll the fellas down at the local hear this.
JIM
Yeah, okay. You can tell ’em later. After we unload these turkeys.
TRUCK DRIVER
Right. Whatever you say.
Ext. church-day
Jim, Joanne, John, Wiso, and the truck driver hand out turkeys to neighborhood families.
TruCK DRIVER
Here you go ma’am. Happy holidays.
The elderly woman takes her turkey.
Elderly woman
Bless you, sir. And God bless the Workers Party.
A chorus of AMENS go up from the crowd.

Int. VaN-DAY
Jim and John are both disguised as telephone repairmen. They pull up in front of Wiso’s house.
Jim
You comin’ in?
JohN
Naw. I’ll wait out here.
Jim exits the van.
Ext. Wiso’s house-day
Jim surprises Wiso’s wife, VERONICA, as she places tv dinners in a green trash bag next to her steps. The bag is covered with snow shoveled from the sidewalk.
JIM
Hi. I’m Jim Dooley. I’m here to pick up your husband.
VerONICA
He’s still sleepin’.
Jim tries not to stare at the trash bag. Veronica gives an embarrassed smile.
VERONICA
Fridge broke. C’mon in.
They both enter the house.
Int. WiSO’S HOUSE/kitchen-DAY
The interior of the house is in disrepair with wall paper peeling off of the walls.
VERONICA
Ever since he lost his job, he’s been mopin’ around. I guess he blames himself. Ain’t his fault. Franklin was his life. He was proud of being a machinist. He worked hard and the old owners treated him fair. It was a good relationship. Anyways, let me go wake Sleepin’ Beauty. Scuse me.
Wiso appears a few seconds later rubbing his eyes.
WISO
G’mornin’.
JiM
Hey.
WISO
Want some oatmeal?
Jim turns up his nose.
JIM
No thanks. John’s waitin’ outide.
WISO
Hmm. Alright. Just let me get some coffee in me and we can go.
Jim and Wiso look down at each other’s bare forearms. They are both sporting new tatoos which display the new Workers Party insignia: a HAMMER and CHISEL over the letters WP.
DAN, JR. strolls into the kitchen. He is a strapping seventeen year old.
WISO
How come you ain’t at football practice?
Dan, jr.
I quit?
WISO
You quit! The coach just told me last week that he had a scholarship lined up for you at Villanova.
DAN, JR.
I got a job at Walmart. It pays two hundred a week.
Wiso gives his son a look of shame and admiration. He gets up and puts his big arms around the kid’s shoulders.
WISO
Look, Ill be back to work soon and you’ll be able to get back on the team.
DAN, JR.
Sure, dad.
Jim
We better get goin’.
Int. van-day
John opens a duffel bag and takes out three chrome plated snub nose 38s.
John
I got these on credit from a local entrepreneur. Said he could get us Stinger Missiles, too, if we needed ’em.
John hands a gun to Wiso who checks it over. John tries to hand another gun to Jim who recoils.
JIM
That’s okay. I’m driving the getaway car, right? I won’t need it.
WISO
Big shot revolutionary. Listen, I just got one request. If one of us is wounded or killed we don’t leave no one behind. Just like in the Corps.
JIM
Agreed.
Ext. bank-day
People enter and exit the front doors.
Int. bank-day
Jim, Wiso, and John enter the bank. Wiso approaches a GUARD and puts his gun in his back.
Wiso
Put your hands up.
The guard complies.
WISO
Good. Now don’t do anything stupid and no one will get hurt.
Jim walks over to the BANK MANAGER and shows him his gun.
JIM
Listen up. Do exactly what I say and no one get’s hurt. Okay?
Bank manager
Yes. Of course.
JIM
Good. Now, you and I are going to go behind the tellers windows and collect some revenue. Okay?
BANK MANAGER
Whatever you say.
Jim follows the manager into the teller area. Outside the windows, some customers begin to catch on.
JohN
Listen up everybody. We’re with the Workers Party. So, we don’t wanna hurt nobody. We’ll all be out of here in a few minutes so everybody stay calm.
Jim empties the tellers drawers. He follows the bank manager out onto the floor.
JIM
Okay. That’s everything. Thank you all for your cooperation. We’ll be leaving now.
The bank robbers exit the bank and an alarm sounds.
Ext. Elevated TRAIN PLATFORM-DAY
Jim, John, and Wiso mingle with the crowd of commuters waiting to go to work. An el train sits idly by with its doors closed. Jim checks his watch and turns to John.
JIM
What’s up with these trains? Don’t they know people gotta go to work?
John
The unions conducting a slowdown to support us. Don’t ya remember?
JIM
Great. Remind me to write a letter from prison thanking them for their support.
The CONDUCTOR leaves his booth and opens the doors. Jim and the others hustle onto the car and find seats.
Int. El car-day
A POLICEMAN enters the car and pauses to look at Jim. Jim pulls his gun.
JIM
Listen, officer. We don’t have anything against you, but if you want to see your family tonight you better drop the gun belt and sit down. We’ll let you off at the first stop.
The policeman complies with Jim’s orders and the train leaves the station. A whole squad of policemen and FBI agents arrives on the platform as they pull away.
Policeman
You’re not going to get away with this you know. You’re either gonna get caputured of killed. Why don’t ya give yourselves up to me now?
JIM
We know our chances aren’t too great, but we all knew the risks involved before we started this thing.
Jim looks at the others.
JIM
Right?
JohN
Right.
WISO
Right.
JIM
See, we’re all united like workers should be. You belong to a union, don’t you?
PoLICEMAN
Yeah, but we believe in collective bargaining.
JIM
What if the corporation ain’t willing to bargain with you? Then what?
POLICEMAN
Yeah, I guess I see your point, but violence never solved anything.
JIM
We’d still be talkin’ with British accents if everyone felt that way.
The train stops at the next station. Jim motions for the policeman to get up.
JIM
On your way, officer. Make sure you give your wife and kids a good hug and kiss tonight.
The policeman exits. A train pulls up on the other track next to them. The squad of police and FBI agents open fire as both trains pull away. Jim and the others hit the floor.
JIM
We don’t have much choice here. We gotta jump off before the next stop.
Jim crawls to the conductor’s booth and kicks open the door. The conductor is shaken.
JIM
Listen. We don’t want nobody to get hurt. We just wanna get off before the next station. So you’re gonna stop and open the doors for us in a few seconds. I’ll tell ya when, okay?
The conductor nods. Jim pokes his head up. The other train keeps pace with them.
JIM
Okay everybody. Get ready to jump. Alright, Mr. Conductor. Stop the train and open the doors.
The trainman slams on the brakes and they lurch to a sudden stop. The doors open. Jim and the others jump out while the other train continues on to the next station.
EXT. PROJECT HOMELESS-DAY
A group of homeless men and women stand in line. The door opens and SISTER MARY, a bookish looking woman in her forties appears. She is wearing a blue business suit. The only thing indicating her religious association is a large crucifix draping her neck. She waves the people in. Jim and John enter with the others.
Int. PrOJECT HOMELESS/dining room-day
Jim and John sit at a table and eat soup. Sister Mary ambles over to them.
Sister mary
How is everything, fellas?
JIM
Fine. Thank you, Sister. I was wondering if we could talk to you in private about a fund raising effort.
SISTER MARY
You men have development experience? Heaven knows we could use it.
Int. prOJECT HOMELESs/sister mary’s office-day
Sister Mary sits behind her desk. Boxes are strewn about the office.
SiSTER MARY
Excuse the state here, but it’s annual appeal time.
Jim places a briefcase on her desk and opens it. Stacks of hundred dollar bills line the inside.
SiSTER MARY
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
She blesses herself and raises her eyes to the ceiling.
SISTER MARY
Forgive me Lord. Gentlemen, this is most unusual.
JIM
Sister, I’m Jim Dooley and this is John Strong. Perhaps you’ve heard of us.
SISTER MARY
Hmm. You men are with that new worker’s movement.
JIM
Yes. The Workers Party.
SISTER MARY
Where did you get all this money? I can’t afford to be affiliated with illegal activities.
JIM
Sister, I can assure you that your higher power will have no trouble with your putting this money to good use.
SISTER MARY
Well, if you say so. God knows this money will enable us to fund our computer training skills center.

Ext. johN’S HOUSE-DAY
Darius pulls up in a new Mercedes. He gets out and notices Master P. and his gang as they paint Jim’s house next door. REGGIE THOMPSON, who is about fifteen years older than the boys, paints with them.
DaRIUS
Reggie?
Reggie puts down his brush and walks over to Darius.
Reggie
Darius. How you doin’, man?
Reggie checks out Darius’ Tommy Hilfiger ensemble and the car.
RegGIE
You’re lookin’ good, dog.
DarIUS
Thanks. How you doin’?
REGGIE
Aw, you know. Gettin’ by. I heard from your momma that you’re a big executive now. What you doin’ back here with us niggers?
DARIUS
Just came to see my mom.
REGGIE
Oh, right. Well, I best be gettin’ back to work.
Reggie turns to go.
DARIUS
Reggie?
Reggie turns around.
REGGIE
What?
DARIUS
I was just wondering if you ever got married to that girl, what was her name?
REGGIE
Rasheeda. Yeah, we got hitched ’bout ten years ago. Had a couple of kids.
DARIUS
Great. How she doin’?
REGGIE
She left me a couple a years ago when I lost my job at Bryers Ice Cream. She’s livin’ with some guy somewhere. I still see the kids, though.
DaRIUS
That’s good. Well, I’ll be seein’ ya around. Gotta get in to see my mom.
Darius walks up to his parent’s house and enters.
Int. john’S HOUSE/kitchen-day
John’s wife, VELMA, balances a couple of dishes of Southern delicacies. She almost drops them at the sight of Darius.
Velma
Darius!
She places the dishes on the counter, rushes over and embraces her son.
DaRIUS
Momma.
Int. John’S HOUSE/dining room-day
John enters.
JohN
Velma, I…
John recoils at the sight of Darius who sits at the table with Velma.
DaRIUS
Daddy.
John walks back into the kitchen. Darius gets up to leave.
DaRIUS
Momma, I knew I shouldn’t have…
Velma uses her considerable girth to push Darius back down into his chair.
VELMA
Boy, you ain’t goin’ nowhere. This is still your house and that stubborn old coot is still your father. Let me talk to him.
Velma enters the kitchen. Darius hears a muffled argument. The kitchen door opens and John follows Velma back into the dining room and they all sit down to dinner.
John
Darius.
DarIUS
Dad, I…
JOHN
You’re momma says we gotta eat dinner together, but that don’t mean I have to talk to you. Unless, o’ course, you decided to leave them corporate criminals you been runnin’ around with.
Ext. fraNKLIN CORPORATION/plant-DAY
A tractor trailer pulls up in front of the gates. The driver gets out and goes to the rear and opens the doors. A hundred dirty and half starved illegals spill from the crammed trailer.
Int. RobIS’HOUSE/living room-night
Jim sits across from Robis. Theresa serves them coffee.
JIM
Thank you, Mrs. Robis. So, Tim, we were kind of surprised to hear that Rockford took you back.
RobIS
Not as surprised as I was.
JIM
You have to promise him your soul?
ROBIS
Sort of. I have to be honest with you Jim. He asked me to spy on you guys, but I told him that I don’t attend the meetings anymore. And that you all were my friends.
JIM
Are you?
ROBIS
What?
JIM
Still our friend?
ROBIS
Sure. It’s just that I got a baby coming now and…
JIM
A lot of the others have families, too.
ROBIS
I know, but…what do you want from me?
JIM
Just some information.
ROBIS
I don’t know.
JIM
Look. You and I both know that there are several methods of accounting. All I want to know is how Franklin’s keeping their books now that Rockford’s in charge.
ROBIS
I haven’t seen anything irregular, but…
JIM
But what?
ROBIS
Well, Rockford’s got an outside accounting firm coming in now on a weekly basis. That’s kind of unusual.
JIM
Can you get access to those books?
ROBIS
Rockford keeps them locked up in his office, but I’ll see what I can do.
JIM
Good. That’s all we’re askin’. That you try.
Int. SporTS ARENA-DAY
Biddle poses for pictures with his new, free agent, superstar basketball player, KAREEM ANDERSON. A group of reporters surround them.
REPORTER
Mr. Biddle. Do you think that Kareem’s signing will finally bring the Sixers a championship?
Biddle
I believe that Kareem is going to take us to the promised land.
Ext. sports arena-day
Kareem exits the building and walks towards his Humvee. A phalanx of autograph hounds surround him. Jim, John and Wiso mix with the crowd. John takes a hammer from inside of his coat.
John
This is gonna hurt me more than it does him. I’ve been waitin’ for the Sixers to win the championship since ’83.
Int. Le bec fin restaurant-night
Cursor dines with his mistress at this fashionable, five star restaurant. Jim, disguised as a waiter, approaches their table.
JIM
May I have your drink order, sir?
CURSOR
Bring us a couple of dry, vodka martinis.
Jim goes to the bar, takes a small vial from his pocket, and pours it into one of the glasses. He returns to Cursor’s table and places their drinks before them. Cursor downs his in one fell swoop.
Jim
Are they satisfactory, sir?
CURSor
Very good. A little dryer than usual, but good. Did you add something?
Jim
Yes. You just had a PCB cocktail.
CURSOR
A what?
Jim
A PCB cocktail. You know how you’ve been claiming that your factory doesn’t pose a risk to the community? Well, we went up there to that creek where your company dumps the waste and got ourselves a little sample of the water. So, if as you say the community has nothing to worry about, then I guess you don’t neither. Of course if it contains any kind of contamination, your days are numbered.
Cursor grabs his throat and runs to the bathroom.
Int. Radio station-day
Rockford looks on from the engineers booth as GEORGE O’BANNON, a conservative radio talk show host gets ready to go on the air. The engineer points to O’Bannon.
O’bannon
Good day, listeners. Today I want to talk about a group of left wing terrorists who are attacking and trying to destroy the economic foundations upon which this great country’s been built.
Int.FRANKLIN CORPORATION/RoCKFORD’S OFFICE-DAY
Rockford, Depue, and Darius watch the news.
KeLLY (o.S.)
Sir, what is your opinion of the recent activities of the infamous Workers Party?
Old man (O.S.)
I think it’s great. It’s about time that someone took the initiative and starts fighting back against these global corporations who are destroying American livelihoods. Them and these politicians in Washington who are in their pockets and who don’t care about working people anymore.
Rockford clicks the television off.
RocKFORD
I tell you these criminals aren’t going to stop with this. We’re going to have anarchy in this country. I know they’re coming for us next. Depue! Get me Senator Mariano on the phone.
Ext. washington, d.c./The capital building,-day
Int. WASHINGTON, D.C./The cAPITAL BUILDING,-DAY
SENATOR MARIANO stands up from his desk to address the Senate.
MarIANO
Mr. Speaker, distinguished members of the senate, I’m here today to address a very dangerous development in my district. I’m referring, of course, to this lawless and dangerous group of self-styled radicals calling themselves the Workers Party. They claim that corporations are exploiting workers, while I say it’s the American way. It’s time we brought down the power of the federal government on their heads. I will even go as far to recommend the imposition of Marshall law and the temporary suspension of civil rights until they have either been captured or exterminated from our midst.
Ext. Lincoln financial field-day
The Philadelphia Eagles’ offense takes the field against the Washington Redskins. Their quarterback, DONOVAN MCNABB wears a Workers Party emblem on his helmet.
Announcer (V.O.)
It looks like the NFL Players Union has come out on the side of the Workers Party. At least if Donovan McNabb’s helmet is representative of their opinion.
A referee runs up to McNabb, points demonstrably at his helmet, and throws down a yellow flag. The crowd responds with deafening BOOS and then CHANTS: WORKERS PARTY over and over again.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/Rockford’S OFFICE-DAY
Depue enters.
RocKFORD
Did you take care of that thing.
DePUE
Yeah. The message will be delivered tonight.
Ext. JOANNE’S HOUSE-NIGHT
One of Depue’s men drives up in a Hummer and rakes the house with machine gun fire.
Int. JoanNE’S HOUSE/LIVING ROOM-NIGHT
Joanne and Jim get up from the floor. They are both covered with glass, but unhurt. Jim crawls to Joanne and embraces her.
JIM
I’d never forgive myself if anything were to happen to you.
JoANNE
It’s not your fault. Anyway, I’m kinda enjoyin’ the attention. Maybe I should get shot at more often.
JIM
I’ll get those bastards for this.
Int. concert hall/bridges’box-night
Bridges and his wife take their seats. The Philadelphia Orchestra performs directly below him.
Int. Concert hall/jim’s box-night
Jim picks up a rifle with a scope and sights Bridges who sits directly across from him.
Int. Concert hall/stage-night
The orchestra is concluding the 1812 Overture. The percussionist picks up his larger sticks and approaches the kettle drums.
Int. Concert hall/jim’s box-night
Jim humms CA SA RA SA RA from Hitchcock’s THE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH. He lifts the rifle to his shoulder and sights Bridges.
Int. ConcERT HALL/stage-night
The drummer performs his solo which drowns out the shot.
Int. ConcERT HALL/bridges’box-night
Mrs. Bridges’ SCREAMS echo through the otherwise silent chamber as Bridges white shirt turns crimson.
Int. concerT HALL/JIM’S BOX-NIGHT
The box is empty now except for the weapon which sits on the chair.
Int. FranKLIN CORPORATION/roCKFORD’S OFFICE-DAY
Rockford stands with his back to Depue.
ROCKFORD
Everything set?
DEPUE
Yeah. I set the charge to go off at three.
ROCKFORD
Isn’t that when the Mexicans report?
DEPUE
Yeah, but they’re expendable.
Ext. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/PLANT-DAY
The Mexican workers line up at the entrance. An explosion kills half of the mercenaries and the rest are burned and wounded.
Ext. washington, d.c./the white house-day
Int. The wHITE HOUSE/oval office-DAY
The PRESIDENT picks up the telephone.
President
Get me the Secretary of Homeland Security. Hello. Mr. Secretary. Activate the Incident Support Group.
Ext. ElIZABETH DOOLEY’S HOUSE-day
FBI agents break down her front door.
Int. ElizaBETH DOOLEY’S HOUSE/living room-day
Elizabeth, still dressed in her house coat, sits on her sofa and smokes a cigarette. Her living room is torn apart and papers litter the floor. Kelly sits next to her. The Action News cameraman stands in front of them.
Elizabeth (V.O.)
This is what my son’s fighting against. The government’s becoming Big Business’ enforcer.
Int. franKLIN CORPORATION/roCKFORD’S OFFICE-night
Robis uses a flashlight to navigate the darkened room. He goes behind Rockford’s desk,opens a drawer, and removes a ledger. He pages through the ledger, closes it, and shuts off the flashlight.
Int. FrANKLIN CORPORATION/loBBY-night
Robis approaches the GUARD, who sits at the security desk.
GUARD
You’re working late tonight.
RobIS
Yeah. Trying to get caught up.
Robis slides his i.d. card through the laser eye.
RobIS
Good night.
Robis walks out the door. The guard picks up the telephone.
GUARD
Yeah. He just left. He’s carrying a briefcase.
Ext. broaD STREET SUBWAY/platform-night
Robis waits for the train. The platform is deserted except for a sleeping homeless person over in the corner.
Ext. BroaD STREET SUBWAY/tunnel-night
The subway train’s HORN and it’s headlight signals its arrival.
Ext. broaD STREET SUBWAY/platform-night
Robis walks to the edge of the platform. Depue emerges from behind a pillar and shoves Robis in front of the approaching train.
Time cut to:

Ext. BroAD STREET SUBWAY/tracks-night
Police and Fire Rescue personnel surround Robis’ body which lies on the tracks. His coat, with the 25 year Franklin service pin displayed prominently on the lapel, acts as a shroud.
Int. JOhn’S HOUSE/KITCHEN-DAY
Jim has coffee with Joanne, John, and Velma. Someone KNOCKS at the back door and everyone freezes. Velma gets up.
VELMA
Relax ya’ll. It’s probably one of the boys workin’ next door.
Velma leaves the room and returns a few seconds later with Wiso.
JohN
Well, I never thought I’d see the day.
WiSO
Morning.
JOHN
What brings you here to the hood so early?
Wiso points to Jim.
WISO
It’s about him. I just heard an interesting report on the radio about our Mr. Dooley here or should I say Peterson.
JoANNE
Wiso, what are you talking about? Speak English.
WISO
He’s one of them. He’s the CEO of some big corporation up in Canada that’s laying off half their workforce just like here.
Wiso pulls out a gun and points it at Jim.
WISO
So, Mr. Peterson or whatever you want to call yourself, I wanna know what this is all about. What are you doin’ messin’ around wit’ us. Is this some kind of corporate conspiracy or sumptin’?
Jim
What you said about me bein’ the CEO of that company is true, except…
The telephone RINGS. Velma picks it up.
VELMA
Hello? Yes? Good Lord. Okay. Thank you. I’ll let them know.
JohN
What’s wrong?
VELMA
That nice Mr. Robis’ been killed in an accident. He fell in front of the subway.
JIM
That was no accident. And it’s all my fault.
JOANNE
You’re fault? How?
JIM
I talked him into stealing some records that would incriminate Rockford. They must have found out.
WiSO
Ya see. There all in it together.
JOANNE
Shut up Wiso. You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.
Joanne gets up from the table and goes to Wiso.
JoaNNE
Now give me that gun before somebody gets hurt.
Wiso hands her the gun.
JOANNE
I’ve got to get over to Teresa’s. We can talk later.
JIM
Sure.
Ext. City hall-day
Thousands of people make up the funeral procession for Tim Robis. An honor guard of Workers Party members leads the way. Ten men and women including Jim, Joanne, John, and Wiso hold the flag covered coffin aloft. The throngs of participants and spectators keep the police at bay. The procession stops in front of City Hall. Jim picks up a bullhorn.
JIM
To all of the working people of this city, here lies a hero for your cause. Tim Robis was struck down by the forces of evil in the form of corporate greed and injustice. And while we have as yet no evidence to convict those individuals responsible for his murder, I am vowing today that we will root out those individuals and we will bring them to justice as God is my witness.
The police shove some of the people aside. Jim senses their attempts to get at him. He exchanges coats with John and ducks into the crowd. Fights break out between the police and the workers which allows Jim to escape.
Ext. Franklin corporation-day
A fleet of tractor trailers arrives at the gates. BESSIE MAE SMITH, an elderly, black woman hangs laundry in her yard which abuts the factory. She runs to her grandson, BOBBY, who plays nearby.
BeSSIE MAE
Go tell those men from the Workers Party that the trucks are here.
Ext. john’s house-DAY
Jim, John, Wiso and a few new members renovate an abandoned house. Bobby appears out of breath.
Bobby
Mr. Strong. My grandma said to tell you that a bunch of trucks just pulled up at the factory.
Jim and John look at one another.
JohN
Well, I guess that’s that.
Jim
What are you talking about? We can’t give up so easily. Remember what happened at Ford?
WISO
Ford?
JIM
Yeah. The UAW strikes in Detroit in the thirties. They marched in and took over the plants.
JohN
We better get movin’ and get the others.
Ext. franklin CORPORATION-DAY
Jim leads two hundred members of the Workers Party including John, Joanne and Wiso up to the gates. Depue and his security forces stand guard.
DePUE
You people better all turn around before someone gets hurt.
JIM
You’re the ones who better be careful. Now get out of our way. We’re takin’ back our factory.
DEPUE
Your factory?
JIM
Yeah. It was built on the sweat and blood of all of these men and woman and our parents and grandparents. Now move.
Depue and his men don’t budge. Jim rushes Depue who hits him on the shoulder with a club. Jim grimaces, but knocks Depue over with his other shoulder. The rest of the workers follow and fight past the outnumbered guards.
Int. franklin corporation/hallway-DAY
Jim leads workers towards the plant floor. Wiso stops in front of the time clock.
WISO
Hey, don’t forget to clock in.
He SMASHES it with a hammer. He hands the hammer to John who does the same. He in turn passes it to the next guy and so on and so forth.
Int. FrANKLIN CORPORATION/pLANT-DAY
Jim and the workers surprise the scab employees and their Mexican proteges who disassemble equipment. Wiso, still brandishing the hammer, takes a step towards them.
WISO
It’s payback time. Let’s get ’em.
The other men and women follow Wiso. The scabs escape out the rear exit. Wiso corners one of the Mexicans and lifts the hammer to strike. Jim rushes up to Wiso and knocks the hammer from Wiso’s hand.
JIM
Stop it! All of you! These people are innocent. They probably didn’t even know that they were taking our jobs.
WISO
I still say we ought to make an example of ’em.
JIM
We’re not murderers. That’s just what Rockford and his cronies expect of us.
WISO
So, what do we do with ’em?
JIM
Let them go.
The Mexicans whisper to one another. Their leader, CARLOS ZAPATA, walks over to Jim.
Carlos
Senor. Thank you for sparing us. We want you to know that we did not mean to cause your men to lose their jobs and that we are very much in favor of workers’ rights. And if it is alright with you we would like to remain here and support you in your efforts.
JIM
Of course. We appreciate your support.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/rockford’s office-DAY
Rockford stares out the window while Depue and Darius stand nearby. Rockford is wearing his old army uniform and McArthur like sunglasses.
RockFORD
They want to play hard ball with me, I’ll show them Commie bastards. We’ll starve them out.
DepUE
And shut down all of the power.
Darius looks concerned.
ROCKFORD
What’s your problem?
DarIUS
Nothing.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/plant-night
Men and women huddle against one another in the corners and try to catch some fitful sleep. Jim and Joanne warm their hands over an oil drum fire , which provides the only heat and light in the cold and darkened plant.
JoANNE
I don’t know how much longer these people can hold out without food and heat. A few people slipped out last night.
JIM
We just have to hold out until public opinion turns against Rockford.
Ext. fraNKLIN CORPORATION/front gates-DAY
Twenty-five members of the Pagans motorcycle club ROAR up on their Harleys. Their leader, GORILLA PROTO, a large and burly man dressed in their chapter colors, walks over to the GUARD.
Gorilla
Yo, brother. We got some food for our people inside. You wanna give it to ’em for us?
Guard
Nobody or nothing gets past us.
Gorilla
We’ll see about that.
Ext. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/rear gatEs-day
Gorilla and his gang dismount from their bikes and walk to the fence.
Int. FranKLIN CORPORATION/plANT-DAY
Jim and some others look out to see what the commotion is all about.
Ext. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/reAR GATEs-day
GoRILLA
Hey, you in there. We got some food. C’mon out and we’ll throw it over.
Jim, John, Wiso, and Joanne, come out of the plant and walk over to the fence. The Pagans toss hoagies and cheesesteaks over the fence.
JoANNE
I don’t know how we can ever repay you boys.
GoRILLA
My old man was a Teamster. One big union. Right?
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/roCKFORD’S OFFICE-DAY
Rockford looks like an unmade bed with his uniform buttons out of alignment and his face unshaven. Bridges sits across from him.
RocKFORD
I see you survived the paint ball scare.
BriDGES
Yes, well it could very well have been a real bullet.
ROCKFORD
It’s time to start playing hardball.
Rockford picks up the telephone.
RocKFORD
Marion. Get me Mariano. Tell him it’s urgent.
Ext. FRANKLIN CORPORATION-day
Security guards, spaced about five feet apart, ring the fence surrounding the plant. A couple of elderly, black women open their second floor windows and pour hot water down onto the guards.
Time cut to:
Ext. FranKLIN CORPORATION-DAY
A crowd of curious onlookers and supporters grows. A MAN in the crowd pokes the shoulder of the man next to him. The man points up to the sky.
Man
I guess they figure to get some free advertisin’.
EXT. SKY ABOVE FRANKLIN CORPORATION-DAY
The Monster.com Blimp flies above the plant.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/plant-dAY
Party members sit dejectedly along the walls while Jim, John, Wiso and Joanne look out the window at the increased security force.
WISO
These people aren’t going to be able to hold out much longer. I don’t know what we were hopin’ to accomplish with this anyway.
JohN
We stopped ’em from movin’ didn’t we?
WISO
Yeah, for now.
JiM
We just have to hold out until the people come to our aid.
WISO
The people. Where the hell are they? Where are the unions?
Ext. franklin CORPORATION-DAY
A full-bird COLONEL in a jeep leads a squadron of National Guardsmen up to the plant entrance. The colonel exits the jeep. He carries a bullhorn. He faces the crowd of onlookers.
COLONEL
I have a federal injunction here for you people to disperse and for those radicals to vacate the plant. I’ll give you five minutes to get moving.
Int. fRANKLIN CORPORATION/pLANT-DAY
Jim takes out his cell phone and dials.
JIM
Chris? Yeah, it’s me. Listen, we’re gonna need your help down here. Yeah, all of youse.
Ext. FrANKLIN CORPORATION-DAY
The Colonel lifts the bullhorn to his mouth.
Colonel
Attention, you in there. I am going to give you one chance and one chance only to come out of there before we have to take you out by force. Do you read me?
Ext. plANT, FRANKLIN CORPORATION-daY
The colonel blows a whistle.
ColONEL
Men, get ready to do your duty. Remember that these people are enemies of the United States and are trying to overthrow our government.
The soldiers line up with their rifles held across their chests. They take a step towards the plant. Before they can advance further, a group of women from the community led by Bessie Mae rush up and stand before the gates.
BeSSIE MAE
You’re gonna have to shoot me first, honey, before you kills those poor workers inside.
The colonel approaches the women.
COLONEL
Ladies, you better move before someone gets hurt.
BESSIE MAE
We ain’t movin’ for you or anybody, sugar? Are we girls?
The other women nod their assent. The colonel turns to a SERGEANT.
COLONEL
Sergeant. Do your duty and have these women removed. Now!
Sergeant
Sir, she reminds me of my grandmom. I ain’t touchin’ no women.
CHEERS come from inside the plant.
Int. FrANKLIN CORPORATION/roCKFORD’S OFFICE-niGHT
Rockford, Mariano, Depue, Bridges, and Darius crowd around the window.
ROCKFORD
Mariano, those chicken shit guardsmen of yours got stopped by a bunch of old mammies.
DarIUS
Mammies? Why you prejudiced mother…
ROCKFORD
Hold it right there son. It was only a figure of speech. You people are so sensitive.
DARIUS
Us people.
ROCKFORD
Let’s get back to the business at hand. Mariano?
Mariano
I’ve got a call into the Pentagon. We should have regular army here by tomorrow.
Ext. Franklin CORPORATION-DAY
Darius approaches the guard at the main gate. He carries a large manila envelope under his arm.
DaRIUS
I’ve got to deliver a message from Mr. Rockford to those people inside.
Int. frankLIN CORPORATION/plaNT-DAY
Darius walks up to John who stands with Wiso.
John
Darius! What you doin’ here, boy? Ain’t I ever taught you no sense?
Darius hands John the envelope.
DarIUS
I stole this from Rockford. It’s his books. The real ones. If you can get these accounting records to the SEC you’ll be able to blow Rockford right out of the water.
Int. franklin corporation/plant-NIGHT
The Action News cameraman lines up Jim and Kelly for a take. Kelly straightens her hair and cues the camera.
Kelly (V.O.)
I’m coming to you live with another Action News exclusive interview with Jim Dooley, the eader of the Workers Party. Jim, I just want to get your reaction to the events as they are unfolding here at the Franklin plant.
The camera switches to Jim.
JIM
We’re holding our own here, but I want to send out an appeal to all of the union members and working people in the tristate area to meet us down here to defend and take back our rights as working people and to win the first battle in our war against corporate tyranny.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/roCKFORD’S OFFICE-DAY
Rockford stands at the window. Depue enters.
DePUE
Colonel?
ROCKFORD
Yes. What is it now?
DEPUE
The General’s on his way with the regulars. I strongly advise you to secure this office and get to the safety of your bunker before the attack.
ROCKFORD
Alright.
Rockford goes to his desk and opens a drawer.
ROCKFORD
My ledger! It’s gone. Darius? Have you seen Darius?
DePUE
One of my men reported him entering the plant earlier today. He said he had a message from you.
ROCKFORD
You’ve got to go in there and get that ledger back before they hand it over to the government. Understand?
DEPUE
Yes sir.
Int. frANKLIN CORPORATIOn/PLANT-night
Jim, John, and Wiso open a trap door leading to a tunnel underneath the plant and the offices.
Int. Tunnel-night
The three commandos, who are all hunched over in the very close space, crabwalk past cables which snake through the tunnel. After navigating the crawl space for fifty yards they stop and John focuses a flashlight on some steps leading up to another trap door.
JohN
There it is. The maintenance closet. It’s only about ten yards from Rockford’s office.
John goes up the ladder first. He reaches the top and pushes on the trap door. It won’t budge.
JohN
It’s locked. Wiso. Gimme the crowbar.
Wiso takes a crowbar out of the duffel bag he’s been carrying and drops it. The noise reverberates through the tunnel.
JOHN
You tryin’ to wake the dead, boy?
Wiso hands him the crowbar.
WISO
Sorry.
John inserts the crowbar under the door and pries. The wood splinters with a loud retort, like a gunshot. A pale light filters down on them.
Int. FrANKLIN CORPORATION/administrative offices-night
A GUARD walks down the hallway towards the maintenance closet to investigate the noise.
Int. Maintenance closet-night
The three men huddle together in the close space. Jim cracks open the door and see the guard as he walks towards them. The guard, however, walks right past them and continues towards the cafateria. They exit the closet and walk down the corridor towards Rockford’s office.
Int. fRANKLIN CORPORATION/rockFORD’S OFFICE-nIGHT
Rockford sleeps next to Marion in the war room bed. Jim cracks open the door and shines his flashlight on the unconscious Rockford. Marion cups her hands over her eyes.
Marion
That you, John?
JohN
Yep. He out?
MARION
Oh yeah. I gave him an extra one just in case.
They lift Rockford by his arms and legs and carry him.
Int. fRANKLIN CORPORATION/pLANT-DAY
Rockford awakens groggily. He is strapped down onto an assembly line. He struggles with his bindings.
RoCKFORD
What the…
JIM
Good morning, Tom. Welcome to your worst nightmare.
ROCKFORD
You won’t get away with this. You’re all going to jail.
JIM
No, you’re the ones who’s on trial here. Not us. Wiso. Gag him.
Wiso places a rag in Rockford’s mouth.
ROCKFORD
Thank you, Mr. Bailiff.
Jim turns around and faces twelve workers. The jury awaits the prosecution.
JIM
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Tom Rockford stands, er lies here before you accused of engaging in several acts of corporate criminality including downsizing, offshoring and collecting excessive wages and stock options at the expense of his employees. I’m going to dispense with testimony here for brevity sake since you are all personally familiar with the offenses committed by this poor example of humanity. So, I ask you. How do you find the defendant?
John stands up.
JohN
Your honor, we find the defendant guilty on all counts.
JIM
Thank you. Let me congratulate you on your fair and impartial decision.
Jim turns to Rockford, who is bug eyed and struggling with his bonds.
JiM
Tom Rockford. You have been found guilty by a jury of working people. Therefore, I find no other recourse that to sentence you to death. The sentence is to be carried out immediately.
Joanne runs over to Jim. She carries a radio.
JoANNE
Jim. Listen.
Dj (V.O.)
This is a special announcement for the brave men and women occupying the Franklin Plant in Grays Ferry. The facists are on the march. I repeat. The facists are on the march. Look to your flanks. Look to your flanks.
Int. fRANKLIN CORPORATION/pLANT-DAY
Jim and the others run to the back windows and look out.
Ext. FrANKLIN CORPORATION/plant-DAY
A regular army GENERAL arrives with two tanks and a battalion of troops.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/PLANT-DAY
Jim returns to Rockford and takes the gag out of his mouth, places a gun to his head and smiles.
JIM
Do you have anything to say before I carry out your sentence?
ROCKFORD
Please! Don’t! I promise you that I’ll keep the plant here and restore their jobs. Raises too. Full health care. You name it.
JIM
I’m afraid you’re a day late and a dollar short for that. You know that when those soldier boys get in here that you’ll change your tune. I’m going to jail anyway. I was already a wanted man.
ROCKFORD
No. You don’t understand. You don’t have to do this. I’ll testify that Depue set you up and about all of it.
JIM
Wiso. See what’s goin’ on out there.
Ext. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/PLANT-DAY
The general walks over to the Colonel.
General
We’ll show these socialists who’s in charge here.
The General picks up a radio.
General
Take down those fences.
Two tanks move forward. The old ladies, who had remained at their posts, scatter. The tanks crash through the fences. The General picks up his radio again.
GENERAL
Lieutenant, give ’em the…what the hell.
Ext. frankLIN CORPORATION-DAY
Chris leads five thousand union members towards the plant. They all SING the Internationalle. The soldiers get down in a crouch and point their weapons at them. Chris holds up his hand and the unions halt ten feet in front of the soldiers.
ChRIS
Look, you men. We’re working people just like you. We’re your brothers and sisters. You’re fathers and mothers. You don’t want to kill them do you?
Chris and the unions march forward. The General picks up his radio.
General
Tell those men to fire. Now!
The soldiers put down their rifles and let Chris and the unions walk past them into the factory yard. Depue runs up to the General.
DEPUE
General. If your chicken shit soldiers won’t perform their duty, mine will. All I’m asking is for you to lay down some tear gas for a diversion and we’ll break in through the rear.
Int. franklin corporation/plant-DAY
Tear gas cannisters crash through the windows, land on the floor and EXPLODE. The cloud of gas immediately fills the room and men and women SCREAM and scatter. Jim grabs a man by the shoulders.
Jim
It’s alright. It’s only tear gas. Calm down.
Some of the workers head for the exits coughing and gagging.
EXT. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/rear of plant-DAY
The plant is engulfed in flames just like the Waco and MOVE infernos. Depue leads fifty of his men through the rear door.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/pLANT-DAY
Depue and his security forces fight with members of the Workers Party. Depue catches sight of Darius, who stands by John. Depue runs over to them with his gun drawn.
DePUE
I knew we shouldn’t have trusted you. Now give it up.
John
No.
Depue shoots and Wiso jumps in front of John and takes the bullet meant for John. Depue snatches the ledger and turns to escape. Joanne tries to take it back from Depue, but he hits her over the head with the butt of his gun and she goes down.
Time cut to:
Int. frANKLIN CORPORATION/PLANT-DAY
Wiso lies on top of one of the conveyor belts. He raises his head to John who stands over him.
Wiso
Promise me you won’t leave me here to burn.
John
We promised not to leave no one behind, right?
WISO
Right. Listen, I gotta tell ya something. I’m sorry for how I acted.
JOHN
You don’t…
Wiso dies.
Ext. FrANKLIN CORPORATION/plaNT-DAY
John carries Wiso’s body over his shoulder. Darius follows. John lays Wiso on the ground. Depue stands nearby with the ledger. Jim spots them and runs over.
Jim
Did she get out?
JohN
I didn’t see her?
DePUE
She’s still in there. You left her to burn just like the other bitch.
Jim lunges for Depue’s legs and tackles him. They grapple for his pistol. The gun goes off and Depue is fatally wounded. Jim gets up and faces the burning plant. He hesitates a moment and then rushes towards the building.

Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/plant-dAY
Jim ducks underneath the heavy smoke and heads towards the assembly line. Sparks fly everywhere from the electric wires that are POPPING left and right. Jim sites Joanne’s prostrate figure. Jim picks up Joanne and heads for the door.

Ext. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/plant-dAY
Jim carries Joanne to safety. Jim lays Joanne down on the grass and she begins to cough. Jim heads back into the plant.
Int. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/pLANT-DAY
Jim cuts Rockford’s ties and puts his gun in his back.
JIM
You try to run and you get it. Understand?
ROCKFORD
Thank you for saving me. I understand.
JIM
You’re not safe yet, believe me.
Ext. FRANKLIN CORPORATION/pLANT-DAY
Jim leads Rockford over to the blimp that has docked nearby.
Int. Blimp-day
Jim opens a hatch and air rushes in. He points his gun at Rockford.
JIM
Get movin’!
ROCKFORD
No.
JIM
Okay. Then I’ll just have to shoot you right now.
ROCKFORD
You wouldn’t dare. The whole ship would explode. You’d kill us all.
JIM
We’re the only ones on this ship.
ROCKFORD
You want to die. Don’t you?
JIM
Probably.
ROCKFORD
What do I have to do to get you to spare me?
JIM
I think we’re beyond that point. The only thing I have left is revenge.
ROCKFORD
I’ll give them their jobs back. I’ll resign. Whatever you want me to do.
JIM
It’s too late for that.
Ext. BlIMP-DAY
The ship sails five thousand feet over Franklin Corporation.
Int. BlIMP-DAY
Jim opens a hatch and air shoots in. Rockford stands by in terror. Jim walks over to him and handcuffs Rockford to him.
JIM
Get movin’.
ROCKFORD
No.
Jim pulls Rockford over to the hatch.
JIM
Take a last look at your empire.
ROCKFORD
Please, no, I beg you. Don’t…
Jim leaps from the blimp and Rockford is dragged out with him.
SUPER: AND SOME DAY–THE ARMIES OF BITTERNESS WILL ALL BE GOING THE SAME WAY, AND THEY’LL ALL WALK TOGETHER, AND THERE’LL BE A DEAD TERROR FROM IT. JOHN STEINBECK, THE GRAPES OF WRATH.
Montage of workers marching together with images of Jim, Joanne, John, Wiso, and Billy superimposed over them.