[asking Flip to help take a photo of him with David and another Klansman]
Can you take this picture of us, please?
Flip Zimmerman All right, don't touch me.
Great. All right, all right, thank you so much. Thank you. Here we go. One, two, three!
[just before Flip takes the picture, Ron puts his arms around Duke and the other Klansman]
Jesus H. Christ! What did you just do, boy? I mean, what the hell did you just do?
Sir, if you lay a finger on me, I'll arrest your ass for assaulting a police officer. That's worth about five years in prison. Try me. See if I'm playing.
Why don't you come down to Louisiana sometime? See how we play.
Flip Zimmerman Boy, you better get your **** ass out of here now.
[answering a phone call from Duke]
Mr. Duke, I'm so sorry we didn't get to spend more one-on-one time together.
Well, that was a just a tragedy. I had just met those heroic brothers in the cause.
Flip Zimmerman Heroic.
Yeah. And the chapter is just shaken at the core.
Yeah. And poor Connie, right? I mean, not only does she lose her husband, but...
Flip Zimmerman Poor Connie.
JC Jimmy Creek
Connie's going away.
Flip Zimmerman We feel bad for Connie.
[continuing]
... she's looking at serious prison time.
My God. And then there was that **** detective. Basically...
[the officers laugh] [to the other officers]
Shut the **** up. Shut the **** up. Shut up, shut up. Those goddamn coloreds they sure know how to spoil a celebration.
JC Jimmy Creek
[to Flip]
Hey, you're getting me in trouble.
[to Ron]
Christ, you can say that again.
Those goddamn coloreds sure know how to spoil a celebration. Can I ask you a question, sir?
That **** detective, did you ever did you ever get his name?
Are-uh you sure you don't know who he is? Are-uh you absolutely sure? 'Cause that ****, coon, gator bait, spade, spook, Sambo, spear-chucking jungle bunny, Mississippi wind chime...
[continuing]
... detective is Ron Stallworth, you racist, peckerwood, redneck, inch worm, needle-dick mother****er!
[Ron hangs up, leaving Duke bewildered]
V Voicemail
You've reached the Colorado Springs chapter of the Ku Klux Klan. Please leave a message, and God bless White America.
[After the beep sounds]
Hello, this is Ron Stallworth calling. I saw your advertisement in the Colorado Springs Gazette. I'm interested in receiving some reading material from you. My phone number is 103-9994. I'm very much looking forward to you returning my call.
WB Walter Breachway
Yeah, who's this?
WB Walter Breachway
This is Walter, returning your call...from the organization.
WB Walter Breachway
That's right. We appreciate your interest. What's your story?
Well, since you asked...since you asked, I hate ****. I hate Jews. Spics and micks. Dagos and ****. But my mouth to God's ears, I really hate those **** rats, and anyone else really that doesn't have pure white Aryan blood running through their veins! My sister, Pamela, she was just recently accosted by one of those black coons.
WB Walter Breachway
Is that so?
Yeah. Every time I think about that black baboon putting his filthy black hands on her purest white, driven snow body. I mean pure, Walter! She's a saint, she's an angel! It makes me want to puke!
WB Walter Breachway
You are just the kind of guy that we are looking for. Listen, uh, when can you meet?
How about Friday night, after I get off work?
WB Walter Breachway
Well, that's a deal, buddy boy, we'll get right back to you with the details. Take care now.
God bless white America. [He hangs up.]
Flip Zimmerman Did I just hear you use your real name?
JC Jimmy Creek
Yeah, mother****er, amateur hour.
Flip Zimmerman That's your real name, right? Is it, is it Ron Stallworth, right? Isn't that his real name?
JC Jimmy Creek
I can't believe he just said that.
Flip Zimmerman Well, good luck, Ron, with your new redneck friends. [He turns away slowly as the other officers in the room continue laughing.]
