I'm going to the bathroom.
I'm locked up in prison, walking on a concrete bund.
When I be scared, I don't want to be here no more.
Oh, you're not.
Because I'm a joint, I'm a joint.
Look, Missy, you're in trouble.
Frame down, I'm a joint.
You're in real trouble.
If I were you, I'd be doing a lot of talking right now.
I know you're involved with Alexander Berkman.
Sasha.
Isn't that what you call them? Look, it's going to go a lot easier if you start naming names.
Missy, I want names.
Now! I know no names but my own.
I am a Goldman.
There you had me put in prison.
I'm just as lonesome as I can be.
I believe government, organized authority, or the state, has proven itself useful only for the purpose of protecting the interests of the wealthy and for protecting the monopoly position of the moneyed class.
It is in that function alone it has proven itself efficient.
Property means dominion over things.
And it is the private dominion over things that reduces millions of people to mere non -entities, living corpses without originality or power of initiative, human machines of flesh and blood who pile up mountains of wealth for others, and they are expected to pay for the privilege with dull, gray, wretched lives for themselves.
There can be no real wealth, no real social wealth, so long as what passes for wealth is created out of the lives of human beings, young lives, old lives, and lives in the making.
Anarchism is the only philosophy that can and will do away with this humiliating and degrading situation.
PART FIVE Now...
Yes.
I have to write my speech.
And speech is a waste of time.
Sasha, stop bothering me.
There's no revolution here.
The revolution is in Russia.
You know it's a waste of time staying here in America.
Let's go back.
The people have been waiting to strike for three centuries.
What can we do? I can't understand this place.
This land of opportunity.
Let's go.
Back to Russia.
Hey, Sasha.
You're really serious this time, aren't you? Yes, you are.
I'll have work soon, Emma.
We can save money if it's possible.
Sasha, no, I can't go with you.
My work is here.
My speeches, my writing.
Continue your speeches in Russia.
Russians don't need words.
They're ready for action.
Words are needed here.
There will be an awakening of labor in America.
I want you with me.
I want you with me.
Emma, Sasha, look.
Isn't it beautiful? Yes, it's beautiful.
I just bought this at the little shop around the corner.
How much? Sasha, it doesn't matter how much.
When we have so little money for the cause, it does matter.
It doesn't matter.
I sold one of my paintings today.
I sold a painting.
You're incurably bourgeois.
Sasha, you are fanatic.
You're both being ridiculous.
Now, what is there to fight about? We all have the same ideals.
How can an anarchist spend money on luxuries when people live in poverty? Beautiful things are not luxuries.
They're necessities.
The artist is no less than a revolutionary.
I'm a revolutionary first, and a man afterwards.
Stop it.
I'm writing.
Artists, artists.
They're all the same.
Artists.
No government has ever made a great artist.
No government has ever created a great painting.
Yes.
No government has ever made a great painting.
No government has ever created an Ipsum or a Gorky.
No government has ever created an Ipsum or a Gorky.
Whatever is beautiful exists in spite of government and not because of it.
I hope you stay.
I hope you stay.
I love you, Emily.
Not like a sister, not like a comrade.
I love you.
I love you, baby.
I love you.
Love and marriage are not synonymous.
In fact, they are often antagonistic to each other.
I'm aware that some marriages are actuated by love.
But the narrow material confines of marriage, as it exists in capitalist society, more often than not crush whatever affection there might have been between the two persons.
Love is the most powerful factor of human relationships.
It defies man -made laws.
Sasha, let me explain.
You're angry.
Sasha, don't shut me out.
Do you love him? Yes, don't you love him? Sasha, don't do this.
Love is free, remember? That's what we've always said.
I love both of you.
Are you hurt? Outraged.
And it's not your love that's outraged.
It's your conceit.
You're envious.
I should kill you.
Oh, my friend.
I could feel such jealousy.
It scares me.
It's true.
What's this? Labor strike in Homestead.
Families evicted from company houses.
I think women carried into the streets by sheriffs.
In late May, labor trouble erupted at the Carnegie Steel plant in Homestead, Pennsylvania.
Henry Clay Frick, the director of the company, was determined to crush the union.
He proposed a 22 % wage cut, a ridiculous offer which the union immediately rejected.
Frick retaliated by closing down the plant, locking the workers out.
He planned to reopen the plant with non -union labor.
They'll join together against the wage system.
We'll help them.
Sasha, do you see? The revolution is everywhere.
Yes, everywhere.
Fadia, Sasha and I were determined to help the workers.
Our hearts were fired with admiration for the people of Homestead, who continued to fight that they had been evicted from their company -owned homes.
Fadia worked on posters.
I continued with my speeches.
And Sasha began writing a manifesto.
Now he realized his work, our work, was in Homestead, not Russia.
Fadia, come here.
Look at this.
The toilers of the world, the producers comprise the universe.
They alone count.
Men of Homestead, throw off the yoke of capitalism.
Not bad.
Not bad.
Not bad.
Not bad.
Let's see what the great artist is doing for the cause.
Heroes at Homestead, hold on.
Not bad.
What would you rather happen? Frick is a prick.
Not bad.
Give him that.
Where's Emma? She's late.
Maybe that speech caused a riot.
She certainly incited a riot of sorts in this house.
Fadia? Uh -huh.
Why do you love Emma? I'm not sure.
Because in the middle of all this, in the middle of everything that's happening to us, she feeds the pigeons.
She puts beautiful flowers on the table.
I've never loved a woman before.
I love her too.
Killing women and children now.
What? Where? Homestead.
It's horrible.
It's just like the war.
First, Frick put a fence around the mill.
Then he brought in a barge load of strikebreakers and Pinkerton guards.
He floated them across the river.
All the workers were waiting along the shore.
The Pinkertons just opened fire.
Just started shooting at them like they were cattle or...
Slaves.
How many? How many? I don't know.
Dozens were wounded.
They killed a little boy.
Why? Because it is war.
Frick and Carnegie aren't concerned about profits.
They can't be.
They're spending a fortune to keep the workers out.
They simply want them to starve and die.
They know that's the only way they'll win.
The press.
The press will surely unite behind labor.
Workers from all over the country will be involved in this war.
Workers' opinions don't matter, Fadia.
They change.
There's something larger.
There's something bigger than all the Fricks and Carnegie's and Homesteads and strikes and even killings.
As long as human beings sell their labor, as long as people are subjugated to a master, to any master, they will die.
It's happened again and again and again.
It's history.
Then history must be changed.
It will be.
Frick must be punished.
If by an act of terror, we remove one who preys on humanity, who slaughters it and lives off its blood, then the world will know it's been avenged.
How do we do it? Frick must die.
I'll kill him.
What? I've thought about it.
What are you saying? Wait a minute.
We've asked the workers to fight.
They're paying with their lives.
Their children are being murdered.
Are we going to stay here, safe, and wait to see what happens? Can't you see? Killing this tyrant is our duty.
Our highest duty.
You're going to work? I'll know tomorrow.
I'm making two and I'll test one.
Sasha, I must go with you.
We've been through this.
It's useless to risk more than one life on Frick.
This is the only way, isn't it? Yes.
There's no turning back.
You'll die.
They'll catch me.
And if I get out alive, they'll condemn me to death.
But I can use the trial to explain why it is necessary for people to make their own justice now.
And I'm to calmly go on living after you've been blown to pieces or strangled to death? Sasha, you can't leave me here.
You'll need me.
I can help you get into see Frick.
I can get us some money.
I've got a friend in Pittsburgh.
I could...
You don't need me now, is that it? The people need you now.
You're a speaker, Emma.
The people must know why what we did was essential.
You can tell them.
Is that cloth ready? Leave it here.
Hey.
Aren't you going to eat? We'll be through in a minute.
Are you scared, Sasha? Yes, I'm scared.
Then why do you continue with this madness? Madness? Fabia, the world is mad when a little boy can be shot and left to die.
I don't see how murder is going to make it any better.
Killing an oppressor is not murder.
An anarchist has to be a murderer.
An anarchist has too high a respect for human life to commit murder.
I don't know what you mean.
Respect? You're building a bomb while children are asleep upstairs.
Fabia, it's these children we're fighting for.
Frick is a symbol.
A symbol of oppression.
Your high sounding ideals can't hide the fact that you're going to take another human life.
Don't you hear me, Sasha? Don't you hear me? You're a killer.
Fabia, what are you doing? Just give it to me.
Stop! Stop! Stop! Damn power.
You still can't understand, can you, Fabia? I know what I'm doing.
I've done it.
I've no will to stop it.
You're going to die.
Where are your feelings? They mean nothing now.
Then you mean nothing.
Your justice means nothing.
You've never understood that life is important.
That living is beautiful.
What lesson do you have for the living? You're already dead.
You're dead.
You're dead.
You're dead.
Must have been the wrong chemicals.
Or the dampness at the beach.
I don't know.
Something went wrong.
What now? How much money do we have? Not much.
Not much.
Fifteen dollars.
Fabia.
Does he have any money? It is gone.
He left us a long time ago, Emma.
I'm going to Pittsburgh tonight.
I'll get a gun.
I'll get a gun.
You'll be with me.
Tell them why.
I'm going to Pittsburgh tonight.
I'll get a gun.
Come on, Emma! Emma? I just heard.
Sasha did it.
He shot Frick.
He's been arrested.
You got to go.
What's done, then? No, you don't understand.
Frick is still alive.
Sasha didn't kill him.
The police are looking for you.
Not dead.
Then they won't kill Sasha.
Oh, Fadia.
They'll put him in prison.
I was...
He prepared me for his...
his death.
But this...
This living death...
Oh, Fadia.
How will he bear it? How will he bear it in prison? Sasha locked in a cage.
No despair, not now.
Now I understand.
He did what he had to, but now it's me.
Now there's something I must do.
The thing I had to all along.
Nothing's changed.
Frick's still alive.
His oppression's still alive.
He'll live as long as there's silence.
There can't be silence.
There can't be an end to it here.
It's all one act.
It's all one thing.
Sasha started.
I finish.
I go on.
I finish.
I finish.
I finish.
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