Riot (4 page)

PRISCILLA

(her face determined)

Go!

PRISCILLA stands at the doorway while the last of the CHILDREN are taken out. She looks around the still, neat room. Her face tightens, and for a moment, it looks as if she will burst into tears. But then she becomes strong again and exits.

We hear distinct sounds of glass breaking and a pounding on the door as the last child leaves. There is more pounding, and then a young white WOMAN, one of the rioters, enters. She puts her hands on her hips as she surveys the scene.

Suddenly, a black BOY pops into the room and runs to a small desk at the front of the room. He pushes aside a pile of paper and takes a Bible from the desk, unaware of the WOMAN’s presence. He starts to head for the door and then freezes as he sees the WOMAN. She crosses to him and takes the Bible out of his hand. For a moment they are frozen in time. The noise from the other room increases as the other rioters draw near.

The WOMAN gives the Bible back to the BOY and gives him a little push toward the door. As he reaches the door, PRISCILLA appears in the doorway, looking for the BOY. The two women look at each
other, and then PRISCILLA and the BOY exit.

A group of RIOTERS enters. The men look in closets and throw the bedding and clothes they find onto the floor. The women begin picking it up.

FIRST WOMAN

(holding up a child’s garment)

It’s perfect for my Mary.

SECOND WOMAN

Too good for the little picaninnies. That’s for sure.

Other WOMEN enter and begin taking linen and clothing, stuffing it into their own bosoms or waists.

MAN

Let’s burn it down!

FIRST WOMAN

Wait! Let’s go through the closets first. There might be more clothing in there.

WHITE MAN

You don’t want hand-me-downs from no blacks. You won’t be able to get the stink out of them.

The WOMEN ignore him and continue stuffing clothing into pillowcases.

A THIRD WOMAN

Look under the beds. There might be shoes. Oh, how I would love a pair of decent shoes for Katie. (Wistfully) Nine years old and she’s never had a proper pair of girl’s shoes.

ANOTHER WOMAN

(holding a coat)

This is hemmed. I can let it out nice as you please.

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LONG SHOT: The front of the Colored Orphan Asylum. There are RIOTERS milling about the grounds. Some are throwing rocks through the windows. Through the broken glass we see the first flickering of flames.

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LONG SHOT of some wagons, plus a few coaches. The camera zooms in, and we see the CHILDREN from the Colored Orphan Asylum. They are singing and holding hands. The wagons are driven by blacks and whites.

INT. 7th DISTRICT POLICE STATION—SAME DAY

A number of BLACK PEOPLE are huddled together on benches, obviously frightened. A man comforts a woman who, in turn, has her arm around an older woman, who rocks softly and hums. There are a number of POLICEMEN trying to work around the people seeking shelter.

SERGEANT

What’s the situation in the park?

OFFICER MCCLUSKER

They’re gathering their strength and drinking as much courage as they can find. We should close the bars.

OFFICER BARNES

The Dead Rabbits and the Bowery Boys are out with them, egging them on.

OFFICER MCCLUSKER

There’s an old Colored granny over there I think I’ll take around to my place. My missus will look after her. She’s got no family.

OFFICER BARNES

We’ve got a few dollars in the precinct fund. Take what you need from there—anything to help these poor people. This is getting to be more and more of a cesspool. They killed
Colonel O’Brien of the 11th Volunteers—did him in horrible, too—and all the soldiers coming into the city are growing uglier by the minute. There’ll be more widows than heroes before this thing is over.

OFFICER MCCLUSKER

And these poor devils don’t know which way to turn.

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A group of BLACKS huddled together in the station.

OFFICER MCCLUSKER

(cont’d)

They’re chasing and beating every one of them they find in the streets. Between them torturing Negroes and stealing what they can, they’ll be up all the night.

OFFICER BARNES

We find the leaders and beat a tattoo on their heads, and they’ll soon come to their senses. Give them enough headaches and some time behind bars to let the whiskey wear off enough, and the starch will leave their backbones pretty quick. They’ll see they haven’t gained anything for all their strutting and boasting.

SERGEANT

It’s not what a man has to gain that drives him to the wildness; it’s that he has nothing to lose. This is going to be worse before it smells of better. Believe me. A messenger just came in from the First Ward who said there’s a crowd milling around there, and there’s more trouble a-brewing at the armory. I don’t much care if they tackle the
Tribune
. They’ve got machine guns in the offices to ward them off.

OFFICER MCCLUSKER

In the building? They keep weapons in the newspaper offices?

OFFICER BARNES

Nae, laddie, not on a normal day. But the paper has hired some toughs and some weapons. A bad business all around if you ask me. This is all getting too ugly for words.

EXT. DOWNTOWN NEW YORK—SAME DAY

A CROWD has gathered on a street corner across from the
Tribune
newspaper offices. We see JOHN ANDREWS (41), a lawyer from Virginia and a Southern sympathizer, stirring up the crowd. ANDREWS is a
smallish man with a neat beard. He is standing slightly behind LIAM, but close enough to whisper into LIAM’s ear from time to time. ANDREWS rocks back and forth, sometimes even rising on his toes as he gets more excited.

LIAM

Lincoln is calling up the Irish to die for the darkies. It’s not that I mind the dying if the cause is good. I’ll take my chances along with the next man. I’ll fight shoulder to shoulder to save my family and the scraps I’ve sweated for. At the Union…

ANDREWS

(whispers)

Cooper Union.

LIAM

At Cooper Union, Lincoln said that he was fighting to preserve the Union, but we all know the real reason—to free the darkies so they can come and take what little chance we have to feed our own.

CROWD

You tell ’em! You tell ’em!

(there is general cheering)

IRISH WOMAN

(to OLDER IRISH MAN on sidewalk)

Well, they shouldn’t be breaking things up and hurting people no better off than we are.

OLDER IRISH MAN

What?

IRISH WOMAN

I’m saying that the Colored don’t have nothing either.

OLDER IRISH MAN

What?

IRISH WOMAN

Oh, shut up!

LIAM

(looking around, building momentum)

If the swells are so keen to be going to war, let them stop their pretty speeches and put down their silver snuff boxes and march on down to the waterfront themselves. Sure it’s me and Mickey Mud and Paddy Stink will follow right behind with our drums beating and a screeching of the fifes.

ANDREWS

(whispers)

Ten more years…

LIAM

This war will go on for ten more years. Lincoln knows that. You know that. And it’s all of us they’ll be burying in shallow graves.

CROWD

No! No!

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MEDIUM SHOT of LIAM and MAEVE, who has moved by his side. He is becoming somewhat apprehensive, while she stands with her hands on her hips. This is clearly their moment.

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CLOSE-UP of ANDREWS. He is highly animated, and we see his effect on the crowd as the camera moves slowly around him.

ANDREWS

There’s more that think like us than think like them because there are more of us than there are of the dandies at the
Tribune
! What I’m saying is when they set
the type for the lists of dead soldiers, you can be sure they don’t find their own kin there. You can believe that. We have to organize, boys. Organize!

They’re sitting behind those tall windows, and they’re asking themselves the same questions we should be asking. They’re asking if the workers of New York City are real men, or should we all be uptown on the sheep meadow ready to be marched off to whatever hell they’ve found for us? They are asking the question and we have to give them an answer!

CROWD

Men! We’re men!

And women ready to fight by their side!

The CROWD grows more and more unruly as the camera pulls back. The chanting becomes rhythmic, almost heroic. The camera blurs slowly out of focus.

INT. THE PEACOCK INN—JULY 14, 1863—EARLY MORNING

ELLEN is sitting in the semi-darkness of early morning. JOHN enters the room, putting on his jacket. He stops and looks at his wife.

JOHN

I’m off to see Dr. Smith. He has a cellar door that needs fixing.

ELLEN

How much would you laugh if I told you to be careful?

JOHN

I’m being careful. When fools don’t care who they kill, you have to watch yourself. Some of the black men from the mill travel together when they have to get somewhere.

ELLEN

Did you talk to Claire?

JOHN

She’s keeping to herself.

ELLEN

Then we need to be where she is, John. This hasn’t been an easy time for her.

JOHN

(troubled)

Yeah, I know. I know.

ELLEN

She’s not liking what she’s been seeing, that’s for sure. And can we blame her?

JOHN

Who’s liking what they see these days? This is the second day and there’s no telling where it’s going to end. They tore up the Colored Orphan Asylum last night.

ELLEN

God! Where are the children? Priscilla?

JOHN

Safe for now. Some of them are in private homes. Some are up in the Armory. Some in police stations. They’ll have to be moved after a while, but they’re safe for now. There are still decent people in this city. New York is still New York.

CLAIRE enters. She looks from her father to her mother. ELLEN forces a smile.

ELLEN

Morning, love.

CLAIRE

Morning.

There is a pounding on the door.

JOHN

(calling out)

We’re closed!

LIAM

(from outside)

It’s me! Liam!

JOHN goes to open the door, and LIAM, MAEVE, and ROSIE LYONS (14) enter. LIAM goes to a table and sits heavily. MAEVE turns a chair and straddles it while ROSIE sits across from them.

LIAM

I’ve been in the streets all night, Miss Ellen. It’s getting rough out there. People being knocked around and worse. It’s got my head addled, it has. I need something to eat.

ELLEN

We’re closed until further notice, Liam. You’ll have to be getting your breakfast elsewhere.

MAEVE

But he’s hungry here, not elsewhere. And
we’ve got the money, haven’t we?

JOHN

(sternly)

She said we’re closed, and she meant it.

ROSIE

Is she the one you said was a blackie?

MAEVE

(indicating CLAIRE)

She is. The one in green.

ROSIE

Oh, she’s a cutie.

JOHN

I think it’s time for you to leave, Liam. And take your friends with you.