All language subtitles for Mississippi.Burning.1988.2160p.4K.BluRay.x265.10bit.AAC5.1-YTS

Uh-oh.

What is it?

What do they want?

I don't know.

Just pass me.
Pass me.

Is it a cop?

I can't see.

What the fuck
are these jokers playin' at?

They ain't playin'.
You better believe it.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

OK. Hold on, you guys.

There's a truck too.

Shit. It is a cop.

Better stop.

OK. Sit tight, you guys.
Don't say anything. Let me talk.

All right? We'll be all right.
Just relax.

Y'all think you can drive any
speed you want around here?

You had us scared to death, man.

Don't you call me "man", Jew-boy.

No, sir.
What should I call you?

You don't call me nothin',
nigger-lovin' Jew-boy. You just listen.

Yes, sir.

Hell, you even startin' to
smell like a nigger, Jew-boy.

- Take it easy. We'll be all right.
- Sure you will, nigger-lover.

He's seen your face. That ain't good.
You don't want him seein' your face.

Oh, it don't make no difference no more.

Whoa, shit!
We into it now, boys.

You only left me a nigger,
but at least I shot me a nigger.

Yes, indeed.

Now listen, you communists
and niggers and Jews

Tell all your buddies
to spread the news

Your Day of Judgement will soon be nigh

As the Lord in his wisdom
looks down from on high

Will his battle be lost by mixin' the races?

We want beautiful babies,
not ones with brown faces

Never, never, never, I say

For the Ku Klux Klan is here to stay

Never, never, never, I say

Cos the Ku Klux Klan is here to stay.

These Ku Kluxers are better with
lynchings than they are with lyrics.

Just read the file, Mr Anderson.
I can do without the cabaret.

You don't like me much, do you, boss?

Sure, I like you.
I just don't share your sense of humour.

Sometimes that's all you got left.
How long you been in the Bureau?

Three years.

Right outta college, huh?

No. From the Justice Department.

Kennedy boy. Now I see.

No, I don't think you do see.

Let's get this thing straight.

I haven't had a pimple in years.
I shave every morning.

I even go to the bathroom by myself,
SO you can quit this "boss" stuff.

They put me in charge because
I've been through this before.

Birmingham? Montgomery?

Oxford.
I was with Meredith at Old Miss.

Oh yeah.

You got hit in the head with a brick,
so they gave you a promotion, right?

No. Shot in the shoulder.

Well, at least you lived.
That's important.

No, Meredith lived.
That's what's important.

What's got four eyes and can't see?

What?

Mississippi.

Big building for a small town.

Yeah.

Howdy.

...in a red pick-up driving crazily...

Good morning.
My name's Alan Ward.

I'm with the FBI.

Federal Bureau of Integration?

In that get-up, you ain't exactly
undercover, are you, now?

We're here to see Sheriff Stuckey.

Sheriff's right busy now.

You'll have to wait or
come back some other time.

We'll wait.

Listen to me,
you backwoods shit-ass, you.

You got about two seconds
to get the sheriff out here

or I'm gonna kick
the goddamn door in. OK?

Well, hell.
Looks like we got some company.

Some Hoover boys come down
to visit. How ya doin"?

Good.

I'm Sheriff Stuckey.

Rupert Anderson.

Rupert? We've been expectin' you.
I assume you met my deputy, Mr Pell.

Sure did.

Are you down here to help us
solve our nigger problems?

No. It's just a missing person case.

Well, come on.

Say... You gonna want
your boy in on this?

Sheriff... I'm Special Agent Ward
and I'm in charge of this case.

We think it might be a little more
serious than missing persons.

I don't think so, boy.

In fact, you know what I think it is?

It's a publicity stunt cooked up
by that Martin Luther King fella.

Come on.

At around 3.00pm, Deputy Pell says
he arrested the three boys for speeding.

He held them in jail until 10.00 pm
and then released them.

They drove off.

He says he followed them
as far as the county line

and never saw them again.

Why didn't they make a phone call?

Why should they?

Mr Anderson, these boys were
trained activists.

They're taught to check in every hour

and, if they're arrested, the moment
they're released from custody.

The hotel is two minutes from the jail.

They could've phoned from the lobby.
It just doesn't follow.

Maybe they went for a beer.

Not these boys. The Civil Rights Office
in Rossville started making calls

as soon as they didn't check in.

The Sheriff's Office here said
they had no idea where the boys were.

First lie.

By who? Sheriff's Office
or Civil Rights Office?

Who would you believe?

Mr Ward, I don't know
if you knew it or not,

but I was a sheriff in a little
Mississippi town just like this.

- Yes, I'm aware of that.
- Well, lyin' just don't come into it.

We were right on the border,
ten miles from Memphis,

and a million miles
from the rest of the world.

If a sheriff in a little town like this
says that's what happened,

then that's what happened.

Let's go eat.

We're full up right now, honey.
Y'all wanna wait a while?

Is the wait worth it?

We're not full for nothin, sugar.
Y'all wanna look at a menu while you wait?

- Sure enough.
- Thank you.

Well, what y'all gonna do?
Wait or leave?

We're gonna wait cos
we wanna be near you.

- There are some empty seats down there.
- Uh, Mr Ward...

That's coloured down there.
Don't even think about it.

There are some people over here
gettin' ready to leave right now.

Aren't you hungry, Mr Anderson?

Good afternoon.

Looks good.

Do you mind if I ask
you a few questions?

I'm looking for some information.

I ain't got nothin' to say to you, sir.

Just a few questions.

I ain't got nothin' to say to you, sir.

Three Civil Rights boys came here to
propose setting up a voter registration clinic.

Before the locals got a chance to say
yes, the Klan burned 'em down.

You give a man a vote
but don't let him use it.

Yeah, that's the way it works.

What did their office
in Rossville have to say?

They confirmed that the boys came back
here to apologise to the congregation.

"Sorry you folks didn't get to vote."

"I suppose most of you
never knew you even had one."

"Now you got no place to go on Sunday."

Apparently, after they came back here,
they talked to some locals down the road.

I think that's where we should start.

You can talk to 'em
but they won't talk to you.

These people have to live here
long after we've packed up and gone.

They'd rather bite their tongue off
than talk to us.

Bureau procedure, Mr Anderson.

The church caught fire and
you ran home. Is that correct?

Yes, sir.

And then the four white men stopped you?

Yes, sir.

And these four white men
attacked your husband?

Yes, sir.

But you can't identify them.

No, sir.

Did you report this to the police?

No, sir.

But you told the Civil Rights
boys what happened?

Yes, sir.

Ma'am, did they tell you
where they were going after that?

No, sir.

Nothing?

No, sir.

All right.
Thank you, ma'am.

You're welcome.

Come on, boy. Open up.

- Is your brother Hollis here, Fennis?
- Yes, sir.

Well, wake his ass up.
We wanna see him.

- Why?
- Just wake him up, boy.

That's the man.

- There you are, nigger trash!
- Come here, boy!

Come here, boy!

Hollis! Hollis!

Get your ass back here,
you fuckin' nigger!

Hollis! Hollis!

We better not catch you talkin'
to the FBI. Or you'll be dead, boy.

Real dead.

You admire these kids, don't you?

Don't you?

I think they're bein' used.

I think they're being sent down here
in their Volkswagens and sneakers

just to get their heads cracked open.

Did it ever occur to you that maybe
they believed in what they were doing?

Did it ever occur to them
they were gonna end up dead?

Maybe.

In Washington they sure as hell knew,
didn't they?

Some things are worth dying for.

Well, down here they see things
a little differently.

People down here feel some things
are worth killin' for.

Where does it come from,
all this hatred?

You know, when I was a little boy...

...there was an old Negro farmer lived
down the road from us, name of Monroe.

And he was...

Well, I guess he was just
a little luckier than my daddy was.

He bought himself a mule.

That was a big deal around that town.
My daddy hated that mule.

Cos his friends were always kidding that they
saw Monroe out ploughin' with his new mule

and Monroe was gonna rent another field
now that he had a mule.

One morning that mule just showed up dead.

They'd poisoned the water.

And after that, there was never any mention
about that mule around my daddy.

Just never came up.

One time, we were drivin' down the road
and we passed Monroe's place

and we saw it was empty.

He'd just packed up and left, I guess.
Gone up North or somethin'.

I looked over at my daddy's face...

...and I knew he'd done it.

And he saw that I knew.
He was ashamed.

I guess he was ashamed.

He looked at me and he said...

..."If you ain't any better than a nigger,
son, who are you better than?"

Do you think that's an excuse?

No, it's not an excuse.
It's just a story about my daddy.

Where does that leave you?

With an old man who was
just so full of hate

that he didn't know that bein' poor
was what was Killin" him.

Get the light! Get the light!

You all right?

I guess they know we're here.

Now you know what you're gettin' into.

I'm gonna call Washington.
I need more agents.

Would it make any difference if I told you
that's exactly the wrong thing to do?

No.

The whole place for 75 a month.

It's private.
It's central. It's perfect.

There's room for 100 more agents.
200, maybe.

More in the balcony.

We're just trying to find the three boys,
Mr Anderson.

I'll take all the help I can get.

When's the show start?

- Who's the big shot?
- It's the Klan.

No pointy hats
but plenty of pointy heads.

Let me run a check on the plates.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Anderson.

Why don't you say hello to our mayor,
Mr Tilman, here.

- How do you do, Anderson?
- Mr Mayor. Mr Barber.

Well, this looks like the place to be.
Even for me.

Nothin' like a barbershop
for jawin' your socks off.

Where you from anyway, Anderson?

Barton, Mississippi, sir.
Just a spit from Tennessee.

Well, then you must know
how we all feel down here.

We don't take to outsiders tellin' us
how to live our lives.

And I'm here to tell ya,
our nigras were happy,

till those beatnik college kids came
down here stirrin' things up.

Before that,
there wasn't anybody complainin'.

Nobody dared.

We got a real peaceful little community
down here, Anderson.

Course, they're just like any other folks,
I reckon.

When you push ‘em too far.

The way I figure it...
it's like three sticks of old dynamite.

You shake it up and we're gonna
be scrapin' bodies off the street.

I'm just down here to investigate the
missing three kids, ask some questions.

If this all boiled down to gravy...

there wouldn't be enough to cover up
a chicken-fried steak.

Them kids you're lookin' for?
I'd just about bet you a shiny new dime

they're setting up in Chicago right now,
drinkin' a cold beer

and havin' a big laugh about all the
commotion they've stirred up down here.

Well, I sure hope so.

You can tell your bosses...
people got the wrong idea about the South.

You know what I'm talkin' about.

Everybody runnin' around ragged,
backwards and illiterate...

eatin' sow belly and corn pone
three times a day.

Simple fact is, Anderson, we got two
cultures down here.

White culture and a coloured culture.

That's the way it always has been.
That's the way it always will be.

The rest of America don't see it that way,
Mr Mayor.

The rest of America don't mean jack shit.
You in Mississippi now.

Oh, that's for sure!

What's the score, Mr Barber?

St Louis on top, five to nothing.

- What innings?
- Bottom of the seventh.

You like baseball, do you, Anderson?

Yeah, I do. You know...

It's the only time...

when a black man can wave a stick at
a white man and not start a riot.

Sir.

We checked on the plate, sir.
Clayton Townley.

Townley.

Grand Wizard of the White Knights
of the Ku Klux Klan.

That's him. And I think
we have a lead on the car.

A Choctaw on the reservation thinks he
knows where it is. I'm waiting for a call.

Good.

You have your appointment
for next Tuesday?

I'll see you then. Bye-bye.

Afternoon, ladies.

Can I help you?

Well, yes, you can.
I tell you, I just...

I hate the way I look.
You know?

What do you think? A permanent wave, maybe?
Or a bleach job?

That looks pretty good.
Do you have that done in here?

No. Jackson.

I think a wig's your only hope, hon.

You ain't gonna be able to do much
with that cue ball.

If you wanna ask us some questions,
this is where you'll hear it all.

Yeah, matter of fact, I do.

I was wonderin' who that gentleman was
that just drove in over there.

- I know that isn't President Johnson.
- His name's Townley. Clayton Townley.

- Are you one of them FBI gentlemen?
- Yes, ma'am, I am.

Well, if you ask me, I think it's a shame
if those two kids are dead,

but I sure hope you find ‘em.

Thank you.

Actually, there's three kids that are missin'.
There's a coloured kid also.

Do you honestly think
your people'd be down here at all

if it weren't for those two white boys?

- Maybe not, miss.
- Mrs.

Pell. Her old man's Ray Stuckey's deputy.

But I'm single.

Move out of the way.

Move over, boy.
We'll take care of this.

It's a local problem.

We'll handle this.
We don't need your damn help.

It ain't right havin' blood on Main Street.
How'd that look on the TV news?

- Get up.
- OK, I got him. I got him.

That's the kid from the diner.

Maybe you'll think twice before you talk
to coloured kids with an audience.

They're sending a message from the big
boss from Tupelo, and you know it.

I know it, yes. Clayton Townley,
Chief Pointy Head.

Yeah, that's right.
How did you know?

Bureau procedure, Mr Ward.
You ought to try it sometime.

We did. We found the car
the kids were driving.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Two beer cans, a Coca-Cola bottle,
a green plastic bottle,

a badly burned wristwatch
stopped at 12.45 and a set of keys.

No bodies.

I want the entire area searched.
Every inch.

Yes, sir.
It's a big swamp.

Every inch, Mr Bird.

I guess they never left Mississippi.

They're dead.

They're dead.

Mr Bird?

Yes, sir?

There's a telephone
back at the truck stop.

Get to it, get on it, and get me
100 more men here by morning.

1007?

100.

Bureau people, sir?

I don't care if it's the goddamn army!
I want this entire swamp searched!

Yes, sir.

Don't do it, Mr Ward.
You'll just start a war.

It was a war long before we got here.

Your turn.

Get the fuck outta here now!

Sir?

The Sheriff's alibi is solid.

He was playing poker
with his wife's brother and two cousins.

The whole time?

For three hours.
He lost $11.38.

There's something else, sir.

We're having a little trouble
with the motel manager.

What kind of trouble?

He wants us out.
He says we're bad for business.

Buy it.

Sorry, sir?

Buy it!
The motel.

- How high can I go?
- Whatever it takes.

Today in Jessup County,
Mississippi...

amidst the violence
that has erupted here this week,

the eyes of the nation
have been firmly fixed

on the search for the three
missing Civil Rights workers.

I think it's all a big hoax, but if they are
in that there swamp then they asked for it.

Naval reserves have been
brought in to join scores of FBI agents

in their search for the missing men.

I think they planned the whole thing,

sittin' up there in New York laughin'
at us Mississippi folks.

You think it's a hoax?

Yeah, I think so. I think it's a big hoax.
They ain't gonna find nothin'.

Civil rights leaders here are still optimistic
as to the young men's whereabouts.

But privately there is mounting concern
that they will ever be found alive.

They came down here lookin' for trouble
and I think they found it.

This is Marek Barelbobi, Network News,
Jessup County, Mississippi.

Tell you what I think
they oughta be doin'.

Lookin' up in Canada for them boys,
instead of our swamps around here.

I'll tell you somethin' else too.

I think it's a publicity stunt
dreamed up by these NAAC people.

- NAAC people?
- NAACP.

Bet you all don't even know
what it stands for.

Stands for Niggers, Alligators, Apes,
Coons and Possums.

Tell you what you got.
You got your NAACP.

You got your SNCC. You got your COFO.

You know what all that mess is?
B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T.

You got it?

One day there'll come a time when we won't
have to say, “Good morning, sir, Mr Sheriff."

Maybe there'll come a time when we won't
have to say, "Mr Stuckey."

One day there'll come a time when
we'll just say "Stuckey" or "Sheriff".

And one day there'll come a time when
the sheriff won't even be a white man.

Hello.

I wonder if I could ask you a few questions.

I don't suppose you could tell me what
kind of flower these are, could you?

I been seein' 'em all over
the place here and...

Never saw such a darn pretty plant.

- They're trumpet-pitchers.
- Trumpet-pitchers?

They're beautiful.
They really are.

They don't smell so good
but they're pretty.

It's nice talkin' to you.

Sorry about interruptin' your meeting here
but we can't seem to get anybody to talk to us.

They just zip up,
like my mumma used to say.

The reason people don't wanna talk to you

is because they're afraid
it'll get back to the law.

- We are the law.
- Not around here, you ain't.

We were sent here to find out what
happened to those three boys.

They were here to help you.

It ain't coloured folks
you should be talking to.

Who should we be talking to?

Come on, Aaron.

You should start with the Sheriff's Office.

Why aren't you afraid?

- How come you ain't?
- Aaron?

Aaron, come on, son.

Here's the pitch.
Swing and a line-drive base hit.

Another runner's home.

Onto the next pitch, by the look of
Bob Gibson, he is upset.

Ron Hunt's in the centre.

Hickman rounded third and scored
the Mets' second run of the game.

Hunt holds on at first, and the Mets
now lead two to one.

The next one up there will be
Joe Christopher...

Good evening, Mrs Pell.
I'm Agent Ward.

This is Agent Anderson.
We're with the FBI.

Is your husband home?
We'd like to have a word with him.

Y'all come in, then.

It's the FBI gentlemen, Clinton. They
wanna ask you some more questions.

You want me to put your dinner in the oven?

Leave us alone.

Mind if I take a seat?

What's so goddamn important
you got to bother me at home?

Well, I just wanted to run through once
again your movements on June 21st.

June which?

June 21st.

Deputy, we both know what day we're
talking about, so let's do this civilised,

and the sooner you can get back to your
ball game and we can get back to Washington.

Please, don't let me interrupt you.

It's just when you've heard a question
asked a dozen times, it gets kinda boring.

Yeah, I guess so.

You don't eat together?

He works funny hours.

You think that's odd?

No. No, I work funny hours myself.

I eat when I'm hungry.
He eats when he can.

- Can I get you somethin'?
- No, no.

Thanks. This is a nice house.
How long have you lived here?

I was born here.

But my father lost the house in
a poker game one night a long time ago.

We've been payin' rent ever since.

It's a wicked game.

Poker.

Wicked.

Mr Anderson?

It's nice talkin' to you.
Guess I gotta go.

Them pork chops still any good, honey?
Bring me a beer, will you?

Good night.

Let's get back to baseball.
You know what they say, don't you?

It's the only game where
a black man can wave a stick...

I know.
I already heard that one.

Fifty minutes of his alibi
hinges on his wife.

You talked to her.
What's she like?

She's a nice lady.

Tell me, Mr Anderson.

- How does a woman like that end up...
- With Shithead in there?

You know what these small towns are like.

A girl spends her entire time in high school
lookin' for the guy she's gonna marry

and spends the rest of her life
tryin' to figure out why.

There's something wrong with him.
He's too confident.

- Did you see the wedding photograph?
- No.

His three pals are ushers.

They had this way of hooking
their thumbs in their belts

with their three fingers
pointing down like that.

So what is that?
Some sort of Masonic thing?

No!

KKK.

I know you ain't drunk...

- I'm not drunk.
- All right. You ain't drunk.

I'm just gonna take you
where you can sleep it off.

All right. Hold up.

Watch your head.

Hi. Uh...

There was a couple of things
I needed to check with you.

My husband's not here.

Well, actually, it was you
I wanted to talk to.

Me?

OK. Well, you'd better come in, then.

Just take a minute.

My boss, he's kind of a pain.
You know, the college kid.

He has to dot all the 'i's
and cross all the 't's.

What is it you wanted to ask me about?

Well, it's a time type thing
we're not so clear about.

Would it be better if I put your flowers
in some water while you're here?

Yeah. Actually they're for you.

They're beautiful.

They are pretty, aren't they?

They don't smell so nice
but they're pretty.

Can I get you anything?
Would you like some tea?

Yeah. Thanks.

Oh, don't you look at that.
It's a terrible photo.

Oh, I don't know about that.

- Is this recent?
- No. I wish.

Well, this here looks recent to me.

We were married 14 years ago.

Are you kidding me? No!

Come on.

- You take sugar?
- Sure do.

- You know, I grew up in a town like this.
- You were smart enough to leave.

Why didn't you?

"For better or for worse."

How about you?

- Are you married?
- Two.

Well, I was, as I remember.

It didn't last very long.
I was never home.

I guess she got fed up with phone calls
from Miami, postcards from Des Moines.

There was always a guy around.

Any guy that could spare the time for a movie
or a beer or a quarter for the jukebox.

She left.

How about you?

Well, you know the South, Mr Anderson.

You leave high school and marry
the first boy who makes you laugh.

Hey, your husband's quite a guy.

You know, my boss has
this thing about an hour...

50 minutes, to be exact, that your
husband says that he was with you.

- And I guess he was.
- Guess he was.

Well, that's a pity.

Because that means that I don't have an
excuse for hangin' around here any more.

Well...

- Thank you for the iced tea.
- Thank you for the flowers.

Sure.

Do you know what kind they are?

A fellow told me
they're called trumpet-pitchers.

Oh, that's right.

My daddy used to call 'em ladies-from-hell
because they're carni...

- Carnivorous.
- ...Nivorous

- That's the word?
- Yeah.

You see that pretty colour's the bait.

Insects just home on in there and wham, they're
dead even before they got their shoes off.

Maybe I should've picked something
more appropriate.

Maybe.

May the peace and the joy in
the Holy Ghost abide with all of you

for now and for ever. Amen.

You already been told once, nigger.

We don't wanna have to tell you again.

You go makin' any more trouble

by flappin' them boot-lips off
to any of them federal men,

and we sure as hell are gonna have to
put you in the ground, boy,

and that's without a pine box.

You understand me?

How do you think the Negroes
have been treated here in Mississippi?

They're treated about fair.
About as good as they oughta be.

If you ask me, the niggers around here
have been treated awful bad for a long time.

Again, I think Martin Luther King's
one of the leaders.

I mean, J. Edgar Hoover said
that he was a Communist

and they had proof to that effect,
but I don't know that for sure.

I hadn't seen it myself,
but that's what they say.

Hey, you really wanna find that nigger?

They say we've got to eat together and
use the same bathroom as the niggers.

And that's awful hard for
some Mississippi folks to do.

They're not like us.
They don't take baths, they stink.

They... they're nasty.

They're just not like white folks.

What do you think has
happened to the three boys?

Dead.

Just as dead as they can be.

It feels so good.

Is she asleep?
Is she?

Oh, my Lord.
I'm sorry I woke you up.

- Bye, hon. I'll be a couple of hours.
- All right.

Well, Mary, is that your Betsy's kid?

Yeah. She's growin' up
real quick, ain't she?

Tuesday'll be just fine on those, Mary.

Funny.

Their kids are so cute.

Is that thing back on me again?

If the entire Secret Service

couldn't protect the President of
the United States,

how in hell are we
supposed to protect a few nigras?

I'm telling you again, it ain't nothin'
but a bunch of lowlife white trash

drinkin' too much cheap alcohol.

More like paint thinner and snake juice,

because this state's as dry as a martini
and we got the alcoholics to prove it.

Give me a little room here.
Excuse me. Excuse me, Bob.

- Is this OK?
- Your name, please?

Clayton Townley.
Local businessman.

Are you, sir, a spokesman for the White
Knights of the Ku Klux Klan?

I told you.
I'm a businessman.

I'm also a Mississippian.
And an American.

And I am getting sick and tired
of the way many of us Mississippians

are havin' our views distorted by you
newspaper people and on the TV.

So let's get this straight.

We do not accept Jews
because they reject Christ.

Their control of the international
banking cartels are at the root

of what we call Communism today.

We do not accept Papists because
they bow to a Roman dictator.

We do not accept Turks, Mongols,
Tartars, Orientals nor Negroes

because we're here to protect Anglo-Saxon
democracy and the American way.

Thank you, sir.

I swear to God, Lester, you are livin'
proof that cousins shouldn't fuck.

What I was tryin' to say...

There's this coloured boy.

He wants to play football for
Bear Bryant over at Alabama.

So Bear says,
"I'm gonna give you a try-out."

What's he gonna run with?
A watermelon?

He's gonna keep on runnin' too.

"OK, boy," he says.
"You get down there on one goal line."

He puts a whole team on the other
goal line, a whole other team.

He throws the boy the ball and says...

Are you open?

You got to be a member to drink here.

A member?

A member of what?

A member of the Social Club.

I thought you'd just buy me a beer.

Give him a beer, Frank.

Nice to be back in a dry county again.

When I was Sheriff,
about half of my take-home pay

was from collectin' taxes
on illegal juice like this.

Probably works the same here.

I would think you'd haul in a tidy penny here,
winkin' at the bootleggers.

- I wouldn't know nothin' about that.
- Thank you. Yeah...

A tidy penny.

You got anything stronger
than this, Deputy?

No. No, we ain't.

Oh?

You know, in Thornton, Mississippi,
there's a joy-juice still in every yard.

All you need is just some corn
and sugar and a pot to boil it in.

I was tryin' to take the fingerprints
of this old boy one time.

He'd had his hand in the
mash barrel all his life.

There was no skin at all on there.
No prints.

We ain't too interested in your good old
Mississippi boy stories, Anderson.

You ain't from here no more.

Why'd you leave, anyway?

I just wanted a change of scenery.
You know...

...the grits started leavin'
a bad taste in my mouth.

Well, if that's how you feel about it,
Mr FBI Man...

why don't you drink up that beer
and get the hell on outta here

and back to your Commie, nigger-lovin'
bosses up North?

You must not know my boss - Mr Hoover.
He's not too fond of Commies.

He'd be on your side there.

I don't give two shits whose side
your Mr Hoover's on, boy.

All I know is we got 5,000 niggers in this
county who ain't registered to vote yet.

And, as far as I'm concerned,
they never will.

So you can tell your stiff suits
up there in Washington, DC

that they ain't gonna change us one bit.

Unless it's over my dead body.
Or a lot of dead niggers.

You'd kill, Frank?
Is that what you're sayin'?

I wouldn't give it no more thought
than wringin' a cat's neck.

And there ain't a court in Mississippi
that'd convict me for it.

How about you, Deputy?
How are you with wringin' necks, huh?

Just keep pushin' me, Hoover boy.

You get this straight,
you cornhole fucker.

You tell your queer-ass
nigger bosses up North

they ain't never gonna find them
Civil Rightsters down here.

So you might as well pack up your bags

and head your ass on back
up North where you belong.

And you get this straight, shit-kicker.

Don't you go mistakin' me
for some whole other body.

You got your brains in your dick if you
think we're just gonna fade away.

We're gonna be here till
this thing's finished.

How about you, Deputy?

Is that gun just for show?

Or do you get to shoot people
once in a while?

Thanks for the beer.

Ask them if they want to help save this
country from the onslaught of integration.

You know what the system is.

They want to throw white children and
coloured children

into the melting pot of integration,
out of which will come a conglomerated,

mulatto, mongrel class of people!

Both races will be destroyed
in such a movement.

I, for one, under God will die
before I'll yield one inch

to that kind of a movement in America.

Do you know how much
trouble you've caused?

They've been on the radio all day,

everyone from Townley to the
Governor, talkin' about FBI intimidation.

We're not thugs, Mr Anderson.
We're gonna do this thing my way.

I know. Bureau procedure.

And what the hell were you doing at
the beauty parlour?

If that was Bureau business,
I wanna know about it.

If it wasn't, I won't allow it.
Do you understand me?!

Get in here!

You know what your problem is?

You don't know when to speak and when
to shut up! That makes you a fool!

Mrs. Pell ain't gonna say anything to me
her husband don't want her to say.

And I'm not gonna choke it out of her!

This can of worms
only opens from the inside.

I know that.

Freedom! Freedom!

White niggers!

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Freedom! Freedom!

20 cents.

Freedom!

- Hi.
- Hey. now!

I was just passing by to say hello.
You're not out watchin' the parade?

How come none of you guys
asked me any questions?

Seems everybody in town's been
talked to ‘cept me.

Why don't you send some of them
good-lookin' FBI boys to talk to me?

Sorry about the intrusion.
I was at the hardware store and...

- Pecan?
- I'm sick of pecans.

Freedom! Freedom!

- Are you willing to stand up and fight?
- Yes!

How'd you find out about this?

Bureau procedure, Mr Ward.

Sheriff Stuckey.

He got his phone call.

Wonder who else was called.

Where you goin', boy?

Go on. Get outta here.

Here they come.

- Come on, let's go.
- We'll wait until they go back inside.

Get him!

Get him into the goddamn truck!

Get inside, you sons of bitches.

- Come on, let's go!
- Wait until they go back inside!

Come on, Ward.
Let's go. Come on!

Come on!

- Turn left!
- How do you know?

I don't. Just turn left.

There's the truck.

Go up that little road there.

Stop, stop.

Oh, crap!

What's wrong with these people?

Mrs Walker, I know this is difficult
for you, but I really need your help.

If you could just persuade
your son to press charges,

then we could pick up the
Deputy at least, right away.

He won't talk to no-one.

- And it won't do no good anyway.
- I promise you, it will.

Leave him alone.
Maybe then they'll let us alone.

If this is a pattern, I guess at least
we know what happened on June 21st.

Pell stopped the three boys
for speeding at 3.00.

He held them in jail until
the Klan could get organised.

Then he released 'em at 10.30.

By that time, his buddies
were ready and waiting.

No. Deputy Pell went with ‘em that night.
I'm sure of it.

Do you think he'll crack?

Down here they say rattlesnakes
don't commit suicide.

Deputy Pell, did you release
the three Civil Rights workers

into the hands of the Klan
on the night of June 21st?

No.

Are you yourself a member of
the Ku Klux Klan?

No.

Have you ever been a member of
the Ku Klux Klan?

No.

Are you familiar
with the term Grand Cyclops?

I've heard of it.

Were you in fact the Grand Cyclops
of the East Mississippi Klavern

of the White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan
for the past three years?

Objection. My client's already told you,
he's not even a member of the Klan.

Objection?

This is just an interview, sir.
There's really no need to be so formal.

Well, if this is just an interview,
I guess I don't have to stay here, do I?

I got work to do.

I guess you do too, don't you?

Yes, sir, and you can be sure
that we'll do it.

Good luck.

Y'all get enough to indict me,
you know where to find me.

- How'd it go?
- Fine. Just fine.

Don't you worry about a goddamn thing.

- Here he is.
- Are you about to be indicted?

Does the FBI have evidence that
the Sheriff's Office is involved?

Are you cooperating in this investigation?

We're cooperatin', just like we have all along.
Ain't one damn iota of evidence.

- Sir, could you not do that, please?
- Sir, do not do that, please.

You've already been told once!
Get the fuck outta here!

Do we have to tell you 10,000 times?
Get outta here and go back where you belong!

Get outta my face!

Get on outta here and leave us alone!
Leave us alone!

Go on home where you belong, boy!
You're gonna get hurt!

Mr Ward, this is gettin' to be
just about as much as we can take.

I cannot register my complaints more strongly.

- Not now, sir.
- Now, just a minute.

I resent your public pursuit of
my Sheriff's department.

You have made every effort to implicate
them in these disappearances.

But your goddamn slimy innuendoes
are not evidence

that they were in any way
connected with any crime.

We're just trying to get to the truth.
It's frustrating for us too.

Any jackass can point a finger, Ward,
but that ain't evidence.

Down here, us old cotton-choppers are still
stupid enough to believe in democracy.

And you can rest assured, sir,
we know our rights under the law!

You know somethin', all right.
I'd bet a cotton-choppin' dollar on that.

You know what, Anderson?
You're startin' to get so far up my nose,

I'm beginnin' to feel your boots on my chin.
And I'm tellin' you one more time, Mr Apple Red.

A couple of crazies dressed in bedsheets
dancin' round the countryside scarin' Negroes

is not the goddamn fault
of the entire state of Mississippi!

I'm telling you, Tilman, there are
three dead kids out there somewhere

and a lot of scared people because of
your goddamn Sheriff's department

so you'd better get used to
havin' us around.

And you'd better get used to
my boots on your chin too.

And you people better back off.

Goddamn FBI. Just who in hell
do they think they are,

comin' down to my part
of the goddamn country...

- Do you have a statement, Mr Mayor?
- You are goddamn right. I' ve got...

For a moment there, Mr Anderson...
It sounded like we were both on the same side.

- Are you all right, honey?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Let me know if you need anything.
- Thanks. I will.

Mumma! Mumma! Come quick!

There's no sign of him, sir.
He's long gone.

His mother, she lives across the street.
She won't talk to us.

- She won't even answer the door.
- I want the whole area covered.

Someone must have seen something.

They won't talk to us, sir.

Get going, Mr Bird. If they won't talk
to us, shake it out of ‘em.

All right, let's go. Every house.
Come on.

What?

All these white guys chasin'
around in these dog tracks

with their little notebooks
gonna get you nowhere.

OK. What would you do?

It's ok to be afraid.

Go on, Willie.
Tell ‘em what you saw.

The defendants will rise.

In this country
a man's home is his castle.

That is one of the principles
by which this community survives.

You men have done violence
to that principle.

But I want you to know that
the court understands

that the crimes you have committed
have been, to some extent at least,

brought about by outside influences.

Outsiders have come into Jessup County
and they've been people of low morality...

...and unhygienic.

And their presence here
has provoked a lot of people.

So the court understands,
without condoning them, mind you,

that the crimes to which
you men have pled guilty

were, to some extent at least,
provoked by these outside influences.

So, with all this,
I'm gonna make your punishment light.

I'm gonna sentence you each
to five years' imprisonment.

But I'm gonna suspend these sentences.

You can't go in there, sir.

FBI. Let us through.

I'm sorry, sir.
You can't go in there.

Sheriff?

Y'all really started somethin' this time.

Can you move these cars?
I wanna go in and talk to them.

No, you've gone as far as you're gonna go.

This ain't nothin' we can't handle.

Just a bunch of crazy coloureds
tearin' up their own assholes.

Local problem.

Look at those flames, Mr Ward.

- That's why they sent you down here, wasn't it?
- It would've happened anyway and you know it.

If I was a Negro, I'd probably think
the same way they do.

If you were a Negro,
nobody'd give a damn what you thought.

Aaron! Aaron! Aaron, get up!

Take your mumma, grandmumma and
the children out the back door.

When you hit the road, keep goin'.
You understand?

Keep goin', son.

Nathan! Come on, Nathan.

Get up! Get up, Nathan, now! Come on!
Get out of the bed!

- What's happening?
- Mumma!

Come on, Mumma.

Come on, Grandma.
Let's go!

Who's there?
If you're in there, come on out!

You hear?
I ain't takin' this shit no more!

It's ok, Papa.
Mumma and the girls are fine.

They just cracked your head some.

You just keep on breathin'.
Don't you go dyin' on me now.

You hear me?

You gonna be just fine.

You know, cows won't run away.

No-one knows why.
They're just stupid, I guess.

They just stand there until
their bellies swell up and they pop.

They have relatives in Detroit.

- Are they gonna go?
- I didn't give 'em any choice.

At least we know who did this.

- We did.
- Well, don't fret. It's progress.

20 years ago they'd have strung 'em up
for stealin' a watermelon.

I don't understand you, Mr Anderson.
Not at all.

Let's get somethin' straight, all right?

This whole thing was fucked up the moment
we turned it into a show for the newsmen.

The moment those three kids disappeared,
it was news.

The moment the three Civil Rights workers
disappeared, it was news.

To me they're just kids.
They're still missin".

What's missing is the 50 minutes
Pell said he was with his wife.

OK.

OK.

I love Mississippi.

They...

They hate Mississippi.

They hate us because we present a shining
example of successful segregation.

These Northern students,
with their atheist, Communist bosses

that have come into our community this
summer with the wish to destroy it...

this week have taken a terrible blow.

This week their cause has been crippled.

This week all of these federal policemen
you see out here pryin' into our lives,

violatin' our civil liberties, have learned
that they are powerless against us

if every single Anglo-Saxon Christian
one of us stands together!

This week...

- Ward?
- We have company, sir.

You got no right to be here.
This is a political meeting.

Doesn't smell that way to me, Deputy.

It's a goddamn political meeting,
Hoover boy.

Oh, it looks like a political meeting
but smells more like Klan to me.

With or without the Halloween costumes.

Gentlemen.

In the courts of Mississippi,
they have been reminded...

that they cannot by force turn our communities
into replicas of their communities.

Communities in which Negroes run riot,
unrestrained and unpunished

as they do this summer
in the streets of Harlem,

or they do in the streets of Oakland
or they do in the streets of Chicago!

Can I come in?

It's not good for you to be here.

Why?

It's ugly.

This whole thing is so ugly.

Have you any idea what it's like
to live with all this?

People look at us
and only see bigots and racists.

Hatred isn't something you're born with.
It gets taught.

At school they said segregation
is what it said in the Bible.

Genesis 9, verse 27.

At seven years of age, you get
told it enough times, you believe it.

You believe the hatred.

You live it.

You breathe it.

You marry it.

My husband drove one of the cars that night.

That's what you wanna hear, isn't it?

The bodies are buried on the Roberts farm,
in an earthen dam.

Sir!

Take a break, Mr Bird.
Put some handkerchiefs around your face.

The bodies of the three missing
Civil Rights workers

were discovered this afternoon
at an undisclosed grave.

Neither the FBI nor the Sheriff's
department will comment on the case.

The bodies have been brought here
to Jessup County Hospital,

where officials here also refused comment.

There is speculation that there will be
an autopsy performed later tonight.

OK, keep it open. Open it up.
We're comin' through.

Open it up.

Clinton, you got some problems
at home you need to attend to.

What do you mean?

I mean pull your head out of your ass
and get home!

I, Vincent Thompson, am the cheddar cheese
champion of the world.

In international competition with 42 other
entries, my cheddar won first prize

based on flavour, texture, appearance
and colour.

I've been a licensed cheese maker
since I was 17 years old.

Hey, Clinton.
I didn't expect you home so early.

Hi, Frank.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Sir.

Say again?

I'll be right there.

- Mr Bird.
- Yes, sir?

Get five men and meet me outside.

- Where's Anderson?
- He's at the motel, sir.

You two take the front door.
If anyone tries to get past you, break 'em down.

You two take the door on the corridor.

- Mr Bird?
- Sir.

OK. Go get Anderson.
Bring him here.

Don't tell him why.
Don't tell him anything. Just get him here.

Mr Anderson. Stop! Mr Anderson!

- Go to hell.
- I'm telling you to stop and I mean it.

We're not killers.
That's the difference between them and us.

That's the difference
between them and youl!

- You're not any more like them than I am.
- Wrong.

What do you care what I do to some son of
a bitch hidin' behind a sheriff's badge?

Don't you have the whole world to change?

That's right, and I'm changin' it.

You're just as arrogant as you are stupid!

You're changin' it too.

I'm damn well gonna make
some changes right now!

Don't be so stupid.
Don't go messing this up

just because you're partial to
foolin' around with witnesses.

You...!

It don't mean shit to have a gun
unless you're ready to use it.

I'll kill you right now if you don't
listen to what I have to tell you.

- Fuck you!
- Let me go.

Let me go.

We'll go after all of ‘em, together.

You wouldn't know how!

You're gonna teach me how.

You don't have the guts.

Not only do I have the guts,
I have the authority.

What is that supposed to mean?

New rules.

We nail 'em any way we can.
Even your way.

Is this you talkin'
or some guy pullin' your strings?

Both.

We do it my way.

- Your way.
- With my people!

Whatever it takes.

OK.

Give me a minute.

- You think he would've shot me?
- Oh, yes, sir.

He's a ballsy little bastard, isn't he?

They want me to say,

"Let us not forget the two white boys also
died helping Negroes help themselves."

They want me to say, "We mourn with
the mothers of these two white boys."

But the state of Mississippi
won't even allow these white boys

to be buried in the same
cemetery as this Negro boy.

I say I have no more love to give.

I have only anger in my heart today
and I want you to be angry with me!

Now, I am sick and I am tired

and I want you to be
sick and tired with me!

I am sick and tired
of going to the funerals

of black men who have been
murdered by white men.

I am sick and tired
of the people of this country

who continue to allow
these things to happen.

What is an "inalienable right"
if you are a Negro?

What does it mean,
"equal treatment under the law"?

What does it mean,
“liberty and justice for all"?

Now I say to these people...

Look at the face of this young man
and you will see the face of a black man.

But, if you look at the blood shed,
it is red. It is like yours.

It is just like yours!

You...

I'm gonna tell you a story.

A young kid named Homer Wilkes
lives about 30 miles north of here.

He'd just taken his girlfriend home
and was walkin' back along the road...

...when a car pulled up.

Three white boys took him for a ride.

Now...

He hadn't done anything...

...except...

...be a Negro.

And they took him to a shack.

A shack like...
like this one.

And they took out a razor blade...

...a regular old razor blade,
like this one...

And they pulled down his pants...

...they spread his legs...

...and they sliced off his scrotum.

Put it in a coffee cup.

And do you know how much you bleed
when somebody cuts off your balls?

Huh?

When they found Homer, they say he looked
like he'd been dipped in blood up to his waist.

He was barely alive
when they got him to the hospital.

He can hardly walk now.

Mayor, we know you know who was there
when those three Civil Rights boys was murdered.

We know you know
who pulled the trigger.

Is there somethin' you wanna say to me?

OK!

- Is he with the Bureau?
- Yeah. He's kind of a specialist.

You're sure the mayor
won't talk about any of this?

- No, they'd kill him!
- All right. What do you have?

Well, there were three cars and
seven men involved.

Pell and Bailey, they did the killing.

Sheriff Stuckey?

He knew about it, but was too smart to be there,
so Pell pulled the trigger for him.

- And Townley?
- It was his idea.

Grand Dragons,
they don't get their hands dirty.

The whole thing, huh?
Bullet by bullet.

I don't suppose you're interested in words
like "coercion" or "hearsay" or "duress".

This is no good in court.

We're not in court, Mr Ward.
We'll never get 'em on murder anyway.

That's a state charge.
These hayseeds will never prosecute.

I know that!

We've got to get 'em in federal court.
Violation of civil rights.

Just don't lose sight of whose rights
you're violatin'l

Don't put me on your perch, Mr Ward!

Don't drag me into your gutter,
Mr Anderson!

These people crawled out of a sewer, Mr Ward!
And maybe the gutter's where we should be!

Thank you.

This better be important.

Who the hell called this meeting?

- We thought you did.
- Of this group? Are you stupid?

You didn't call this? Shit.
If you didn't call this, who the fuck did?

Shut up.

Wait a minute.
Is this some kind of bullshit set-up?

Ray, are you sure you didn't call this?

Cos I got a note from my wife
and it said it was from you and Clinton.

Lester, shut up!

Now, we're all gonna walk
straight outta here and say nothing.

That means nothin', Lester.
First one who opens his mouth's a dead...

Shut up.

Hey, Clinton.

Clinton.

Looks like the rattlesnakes
are startin' to commit suicide.

Hi, Lester.

We'll give you that ride home.

What?

Well, I know you said 4.30
but we're runnin' a little late, so...

- I'll meet you in the car.
- You're cracked.

Do you have change of a 207?

Sure.

Get in the car, Lester.

Else you're gonna have a mighty hard time pickin'
your nose once l've closed this drawer shut.

Lester, you could make it a whole lot easier
on yourself by goin' on the record right now.

I ain't got nothin' to say.
You barkin' up the wrong tree, mister.

Lester, I gotta tell you somethin'.

We got you cold.
Your buddies have already talked.

You're lyin.

We think you're in a lot of trouble,
Lester.

We know you drove the second vehicle,
the green truck. And your buddy says...

- Refresh my memory here, Mr Bird.
- Yes, sir.

"Lester Cowens dragged the Negro from the car,
kicked him twice in the face and then shot him."

That's a goddamn lie.

No, it's true.
What else you got there, Mr Bird?

"Lester Cowens then said,

" "They only left me a nigger,
but at least I shot me a nigger." "

I didn't kill him.
I only shot him in the ass.

We know that. He was already dead
by the time you put a slug in him.

But your buddy sees it differently.
Your buddy tells it that you killed the kid.

You either go on the record
for us right now

or it's gonna be your ass we're talkin'
about, not just a black kid's!

Think about it, Lester.

Come on out of there.

Come on out.

This is tricky.

They make it look so easy, don't they?

I got a question for you, Clinton.

You don't mind if I call you Clinton,
do you?

I feel like I know you so well.

The way we have it,
on the night of the murders...

you made a short speech
as the bulldozer buried the kids in the dam.

How does Lester tell it?

"Mississippi will be proud of you.
You've struck a blow for the white man."

Is that what you said, Clinton?

Is that what you said?

It must've been you...

because Clayton Townley and
Ray Stuckey were too smart to be there.

And you was too stupid to think anybody'd
remember what you had to say.

But old Lester, he got a good memory.

I'm sorry.
I haven't done this for a long time.

Did you make a speech the night that
you beat up your wife, Clinton?

Huh? Did ya?

Did you strike a blow
for the white man that night?

Huh?

You got a stupid smile.
You know that, Pell?

Can you see it? Huh?
Good!

Did you smile when the bulldozer ran
over the black kid's body? Did ya?

Did you smile when the bodies
were covered over? Did ya?

Get up here. Come on.
Get up!

Did you smile that same
stupid smile, huh? Did ya?

You...

Did ya smile, Pell?
Did ya smile?

Huh? Did ya?

Make no mistake about it, Deputy.

I'll cut your fuckin' head clear off

and not give a shit how it reads
in the report sheet.

One more bite. One more bite.

One more bite, darling, one more bite.

Shit, Lester!
What the fuck is goin' on here?

Shut up! Get in the bedroom
and lock the door!

And stay away from the windows!

Shit!

Please! Please!
I didn't say a thing!

I swear! It's a set-up!
I didn't say nothin'!

I didn't say nothin'! Nothin'!

I didn't say nothin'!
I didn't say nothin'!

I didn't say nothin'!

You're lucky we've been watchin'
your ass, Lester.

If you go on the record, Mr Cowens,
we'll give you protection.

- If not...
- If not, they're gonna kill you anyway.

Oh. You need a toilet, Lester.

We really had him goin', huh?

We'll take care of the check, Mr Swilley.

Well, I suppose
I'll be back for supper.

Button up, Wesley.

Why did he do it?

He wasn't even in on it.
Wasn't even Klan.

Mr Bird, he was guilty.

Anyone's guilty who watches this happen
and pretends it isn't.

No. He was guilty all right.

Just as guilty as the fanatics
who pulled the trigger.

Maybe we all are.

Hello!

Yeah.

I just missed you at the hospital.
They said you'd gone home.

What's left of it.

- I'm real sorry.
- Soam I.

- What are you gonna do?
- I don't know.

Where will you go?

I'm not goin' anywhere. I'm stayin'.
This is my home. Born here.

Probably die here.

If I wanted to leave,
I would've done it a long time ago.

Things'll work out.

There's enough good people around here
know what I did was right.

And enough ladies
like the way I fix their hair.

Hey.

If you're ever in Des Moines...
don't send me a postcard.

OK.

You wanna drive, Rupert?

Yeah.