All language subtitles for In The Heat Of The Night_S02E17_Walkout

♪ IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT ♪

♪ I’VE GOT TROUBLES
WALL TO WALL ♪

♪ IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT ♪

♪ YEAH ♪

♪ MUST BE AN ENDING
TO IT ALL ♪

♪ OH ♪

♪ BUT HOLD ON ♪

♪ IT WON’T BE LONG ♪

♪ JUST YOU BE STRONG ♪

♪ AND IT’LL BE ALL RIGHT ♪

♪ IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT ♪

♪ IN THE HEAT
OF THE NIGHT ♪

IT’S A MATTER
OF HISTORY, GENTLEMEN.

YOU EITHER CHANGE
WITH THE TIMES,

OR YOU’RE LEFT
IN THE COLD.

I GUESS WHILE WE’RE
STANDING IN THE COLD,

YOU’LL RUN
178 INJECTION MOLDS

ALL BY YOUR LONESOME, HUH?

HOW WILL YOU EXPLAIN THIS
TO MR. BYRNES?

I DON’T HAVE
TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING

TO HIM OR ANYONE.

I’M RUNNING THIS PLANT.

WELL, I’LL TELL YOU
SOMETHING.

I RUN THIS UNION,

AND I SAY
NO GIVEBACKS,

NO RULES CHANGES,

NO CONCESSIONS.

COME ON, RED.
WE’RE NOT MAKING
ROCKET ENGINES.

THERE’S NOT ANYBODY
ON THAT FLOOR
I COULDN’T REPLACE.

MR. BRITTEN,

IF YOU
BRING IN SCABS,
GOD HELP YOU,

BECAUSE I WON’T
BE ABLE TO.

WELL, I’LL DO
WHATEVER’S NECESSARY.

IF YOUR MEN
WANT TO WORK HERE,

THEY’RE GOING TO WORK HERE
ON MY TERMS,

AND I’M NOT
SAYING IT AGAIN.

(FACTORY WHISTLE BLOWS)

O.K., BOYS. SHUT THEM DOWN.

WE’RE GOING OUT.

(FACTORY WHISTLE BLOWING)

MMM-MMM.
OH, YEAH. OH, YEAH.

NOW, HOW ABOUT
THIS ONE?

IT’S NOT TOO FANCY,

BUT WITH A DEFINITE
SENSE OF STYLE.

BUBBA!

I MEAN IT, CHIEF.

YOU’D LOOK TERRIFIC.

DISTINGUISHED
POLICE LUMINARY

VISITS
CHARITY FUNCTIONS.

CALL HIM
AND RENT ONE NOW

WHILE THERE’S TIME
FOR ALTERATIONS.

BUBBA, DID I HEAR
THE HORN JUST NOW

AT THE THAIL RIVER
PLANT?

DOES IT MEAN
WHAT I THINK?

YEAH.
UNION JUST WALKED.

OH, LORD, LORD, LORD.

YOU BETTER TAKE JAMISON.

GET OUT THERE RIGHT AWAY.

CAHILL PROBABLY HAS HIS
PICKETS ON THE LINE ALREADY.

YES, SIR.
COME ON, LONNIE.

CHIEF.

WHAT’S GOING ON?

I KNOW
UP IN PHILADELPHIA,

YOU HAVE
A STRIKE A WEEK,

BUT WHEN WE
HAVE ONE DOWN HERE

AT THAT PLANT,

PEOPLE GET KILLED.

ON STRIKE! SHUT IT DOWN!

ON STRIKE! SHUT IT DOWN!

GET OUT OF HERE!

ON STRIKE! SHUT IT DOWN!

ON STRIKE! SHUT IT DOWN!

GO HOME, BUBBA!

ON STRIKE! SHUT IT DOWN!

TOP OF THE MORNING.

IT AIN’T MORNING.
IT’S 3:00
IN THE AFTERNOON.

JUST AN OLD
IRISH EXPRESSION
OF GOOD WILL.

SPEAKING
OF GOOD WILL,

CHIEF’S
COUNTING ON YOU

TO KEEP YOUR BOYS
PEACEFUL.

I’LL DO MY BEST,

PROVIDING HIS LORDSHIP,
MR. WADE BRITTEN,

DON’T BRING IN
NO SCABS.

I DOUBT
HE’S THAT DUMB.

YOU’D HOPE SO.

SEE, BUBBA, WE’RE LAWFUL,
HARD-WORKING PEOPLE,

BUT WHEN YOU’RE FEELING
THAT YOUR JOB’S AT STAKE

OR SOMEBODY’S
TRYING TO TAKE FOOD
FROM YOUR FAMILY’S MOUTHS,

THAT COULD MAKE A MAN
MAD ENOUGH TO KILL.

GOOD AFTERNOON,
SAM.

AFTERNOON, BILL.

GOT AN EXTRA GUN
IN MY CAR.

SAM, YOU COULD
HEAR THAT HORN

FROM THE MILL,
RIGHT?

I HEARD IT.

THEN YOU KNOW
THEY’RE ON STRIKE.

I DON’T RUN
THAT PLACE ANYMORE.

YOU SURE ENOUGH
OWN IT.

I WAS 35 YEARS OLD

WHEN DADDY
PASSED IT TO ME.

FAMILY TRADITION--

THREE GENERATIONS.

EXCEPT THE PROBLEM
IS I NEVER HAD A SON,

CHILD OF ANY KIND.

I HAD TO CHOOSE
SOMEONE,

HAD TO GO
TO THE OUTSIDE.

WADE BRITTEN’S
A GOOD MAN.

HE’S AGGRESSIVE,

GOT DEGREES COMING OUT
OF HIS BACK POCKET.

HE’S A NORTHERN BOY,
BUT NOBODY’S PERFECT.

HE’S PART OF A NEW BREED

TAKING THIS COUNTRY
INTO THE 21st CENTURY.

HE’S TAKING THIS MILL
RIGHT INTO A STRIKE

AFTER ONLY THREE MONTHS
OF MANAGING IT.

I HATE
TO SEE THAT HAPPEN.

LAST TIME IT HAPPENED,

SOME PEOPLE GOT KILLED,

OTHER PEOPLE GOT HURT.

REALLY BAD
FOR THE TOWN,

BUT YOUR MR. BRITTEN
WASN’T HERE TO SEE THAT.

I PICKED HIM

BECAUSE THE PLANT
NEEDS TO BE MODERNIZED.

I PICKED HIM.
I LIKE HIM.
I’M BACKING HIM.

THAT’S ALL
I’M GOING TO SAY.

I EXPECT YOU’LL
HAVE MORE TO SAY
IN TIME, SAM.

I THINK YOU’LL
REGRET IT.

ALTHEA.

ALTHEA.

HONEY, I CAN HEAR YOU.

NO MATTER HOW MANY
TIMES I DO THIS,

IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO GET
THIS LITTLE TINY BUTTON

THROUGH
THIS LITTLE HOLE.

OH, DAMN.

WHY DO THEY MAKE
THESE THINGS LIKE THIS?

THAT’S TO REDUCE
EVEN THE MOST
POWERFUL HUSBANDS

INTO HELPLESS,
GROVELING CREATURES

WHO HAVE TO BEG
FOR HELP
FROM THEIR WIVES.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

LOOK AT THESE THINGS--
CUFF LINKS.

WHAT AN INVENTION.

GOD, THEY SHOULD
USE VELCRO.

VIRGIL.

WHAT?

WHAT’S WRONG?

I’M TELLING YOU
WHAT’S WRONG.

I’M JUST HAVING...

YOU’RE
TALKING TO ME,

THE WOMAN WHO CAN
SEE THROUGH
SMOKE SCREENS.

ALL RIGHT.

YOU’RE RIGHT.

I GUESS I’M...
FEELING FUNNY

ABOUT GOING TO THIS
COUNTRY CLUB TONIGHT.

FUNNY AS IN JOKE,
OR FUNNY QUEASY?

YEAH.

FUNNY QUEASY.

FUNNY AS IN...

THESE RICH WHITE FOLKS
DON’T WANT US THERE.

WELL, SOME
PROBABLY DON’T,
BUT SOME DO.

WHY DOES THE CHIEF
WANT US TO GO?

HE KNOWS IT’S GOING
TO BE A CRASHING BORE.

BUT I HATE BIG PARTIES
LIKE THIS.

I HATE THEM.

VIRGIL, SO DO I.

SO DO OTHER PEOPLE--
EVEN WHITE PEOPLE.

THEY’LL BE JUST
AS BORED AS WE ARE.

PROBABLY SO BORED THAT
THEY WON’T KNOW WHETHER
WE’RE THERE OR NOT.

OH, YEAH, AND THIS.

TYING A BOW TIE
IS EASY.

VIRGIL.

YEAH. ALL RIGHT.

(GRUMBLING)

WHICH ONE
GOES WHERE?

YOU SIMPLY GET A CLIP-ON

AND TELL THEM
YOU TIED IT YOURSELF.

I’M BEGINNING TO SEE
WHY THE CHIEF DIDN’T
WANT TO COME.

OH, LORD!

WELL, HOW ABOUT
SOME MORE KUDZU PUNCH?

SOMEONE WILL HEAR YOU.

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

WHATEVER YOU DO,
DON’T LEAVE WITHOUT ME.

PLEASE?

YES!

O.K.

HORS D’OEUVRES?

NO, THANKS.

HUSBAND TAKE OFF
ON YOU?

EXCUSE ME?

YOUR MAN. ALL MEN
EVER DO AT PARTIES

IS RUN OFF
AND TALK BUSINESS.

I’M DIANNE BRITTEN.

ALTHEA TIBBS.

WE’VE NEVER MET.
HAVE YOU BEEN AROUND LONG?

TOO LONG.

I MEANT SPARTA.

SO DID I.

ALTHEA, TRY THIS.
IT’S REAL DIFFERENT.

IT’S MADE
OUT OF CRUSHED
LEMON DROPS.

VIRGIL, I’D LIKE YOU
TO MEET DIANNE BRITTEN.

YOU WOULDN’T BE...

WADE BRITTEN’S WIFE?
THE MAN OF THE HOUR?

YES, I HAVE
TO PLEAD GUILTY.

AM I MISSING SOMETHING?

HER HUSBAND’S
THE NEW MANAGER

AT THAIL RIVER
INDUSTRIES.

REALLY?

HI!

WELL...

STILES.

MR. BRITTEN.

YOU THOUGHT ANY MORE
ABOUT THAT MATTER
I MENTIONED?

ACTUALLY, I’VE THOUGHT
OF LITTLE ELSE.

IT MAKES SENSE
TO DO BUSINESS TOGETHER.

YOU KNOW
MY FEELINGS.

I’M INTERESTED
IN FUTURE JOBS,

BUT NOT
IN PROVIDING SCABS.

WELL, THAT’S NOT
SMART THINKING.

WELL, THAT’S FINAL.

EXCUSE ME.

CONGRESSMAN STILES.

COUNCILMAN,
BUT THANK YOU.

I DO HAVE
MY ASPIRATIONS.

VIRGIL.

ALL RIGHT.

I DIDN’T THINK
IT’D BE FAIR

TO LEAVE YOU ALONE
WITH THE BEAUTIFUL
WOMEN.

THEN I’LL SAY HI
TO THE MAYOR’S WIFE.

CARE TO JOIN ME?

SURE. EXCUSE US.

HMM...

INTERESTING WOMAN.

THAT’S ONE WAY
TO PUT IT.

WHAT’S HER HUSBAND
LIKE?

FULL OF HIMSELF.

MAYBE
THAT’S WHAT WE NEED.

HE’S PLANNING ON
EXPANDING THE PLANT

AND WANTS
A LIST OF MEN
FROM MY DISTRICT.

A LIST?

MEN WHO WOULD BE
"QUALIFIED"

FOR THE NEW JOBS
HE’S CREATING.

WHAT ABOUT THE UNION?

VIRGIL,
SCREW THE UNION.

IN 25 YEARS,
THEY DON’T HAVE
1 BLACK MEMBER.

HOW DO THEY KNOW
THE JOBS WILL EXIST

ONCE THE STRIKE’S OVER?

MAYBE THE PLANT
WILL CLOSE.

MY PEOPLE DON’T
HAVE WORK NOW.

IF BRITTEN GETS
WHAT HE WANTS,
MAYBE THEY WILL.

I GUESS THAT’S CALLED
"PLAYING PERCENTAGES," HUH?

SPEAK OF THE DEVIL,
AND THE DEVIL APPEARS.

VIRGIL TIBBS,
WADE BRITTEN.

VIRGIL’S A BIG HONCHO
HERE IN TOWN.

CHIEF OF DETECTIVES
ON SPARTA’S FINEST.

HOW DO YOU DO?

I GUESS I’LL BE
KEEPING YOU PEOPLE
BUSY FOR A WHILE.

HOW LONG
WILL THE STRIKE LAST?

HARD TO SAY.
SIX, SEVEN MONTHS.

OOH! I HOPE NOT.

YEAH, FOR EVERYBODY’S SAKE.

WELL, LIKE I WAS TELLING
MR. STILES HERE.

THE QUICKEST WAY
TO BREAK IT

IS TO CROSS
THE PICKET LINE.

AS I TOLD MR. BRITTEN,
WE WON’T SCAB.

MY NEW PROGRAM
WON’T WORK

WITHOUT
UNION CONCESSIONS.

WE’LL GET THOSE BY
STICKING THIS STRIKE

RIGHT UP
THEIR NOSES.

YOU DON’T THINK
I KNEW WHAT YOU DID?

GET OUT OF HERE.

WE HAVEN’T BEEN GONE
ONE DAMN DAY,

AND SCUMBALL’S MAKING
A LIST TO REPLACE US.

THIS LIST ISN’T
FOR REPLACEMENTS.

IT’S TO FILL NEW JOBS
IF THE PLANT EXPANDS.

NOW, SIR...

GET YOUR HANDS
OFF OF ME.

LOOK OUT, LOOK OUT.

COME TAKE OUR JOBS,
YOU’RE DEAD.

YOU HEAR ME, STILES?

YOU AND YOUR SCABS!

YOU ALL RIGHT?

YOU’RE DEAD!
I MEAN IT! DEAD!

NOW, RED,

YOU CAN’T HIT PEOPLE.

YOU’LL FORCE ME
TO DO SOMETHING
I DON’T WANT TO,

WHICH IS LOCK YOU
AWAY IN A CELL.

SHOULD I JUST LET THEM
SCABS TAKE OUR JOBS?

NO ONE’S DOING THAT.

NOBODY’S CROSSED
THE PICKET LINE.

YOU SURE
THOSE STILES PEOPLE

AREN’T GOING TO CROSS
THAT LINE?

CHIEF, STILES DOESN’T WANT
THIS TOWN TORN APART

ANY MORE THAN YOU DO.

WELL--OLD RED--

HE’S JUST KIND
OF EXCITABLE.

ADMIT THAT’S
WHAT YOU ARE,

BUT STILL,
YOU’RE THE HEAD
OF THE UNION.

YOU’RE A
REASONABLE MAN.

THERE’S A ROOMFUL
OF PEOPLE AT
THAT COUNTRY CLUB

WHO DISAGREE WITH YOU.

NOW VIRGIL,
YOU AND I AND RED

HAVE GOT
TO WORK TOGETHER

TO CONTROL
THIS SITUATION.

CHIEF, THE MAN IS...

IF YOU LET HIM GO,

HE’LL GET BOTH SIDES
OF THIS THING

SO WORKED UP

THAT THEY’LL GO OFF
AT THE LEAST SPARK.

RED, I WANT
YOUR PROMISE

THAT YOU’RE GOING TO
CONTROL THOSE MEN.

IF THOSE SCABS
COME THROUGH,

NOBODY WILL BE
ABLE TO CONTROL THEM.

MY MEN WILL FIGHT.

I DON’T WANT
TO HEAR THAT!

I WANT TO HEAR

THAT YOU’LL KEEP
A TIGHT REIN
ON THEM.

I’LL GIVE IT MY BEST.

THAT’S WHAT
I WANT TO HEAR!

GO ON
AND DO YOUR BEST!

MR. TIBBS
WILL SEND YOU A BILL
FOR DRY CLEANING.

SO...A SLAP
ON THE WRIST

FOR A POTENTIALLY
VIOLENT MAN.

NOW, CHIEF,
IS THAT YOUR IDEA

OF PROPER
POLICE ETHICS?

VIRGIL,
I’M JUST TRYING

TO KEEP
THE WHOLE TOWN
FROM BLOWING UP.

THAT’S MY IDEA
OF ETHICS! YEAH.

I SAY WE GO IN NOW.
TOMORROW!

WE LOAD OUR PEOPLE
ON THEM BUSES...

AND WE DRIVE STRAIGHT
THROUGH THAT PICKET LINE.

I SAY WE WAIT UNTIL
THE STRIKE’S OVER.

WHY? WHY ARE WE WAITING?

WE’RE ON THE VERGE
OF A HUGE BREAKTHROUGH.

THINK OF THE TOWN
AND THE UNION.

WHAT DO WE CARE

ABOUT A UNION
THAT NEVER LET US IN?

AND THE STRIKE
COULD LAST SIX MONTHS.

IT’S BETTER TO WAIT
THAN TO START A WAR.

WE’VE BEEN THROUGH
A LOT TOGETHER.

LET’S NOT
BE RASH NOW.

NOW’S THE TIME
FOR PATIENCE.

PATIENCE...
THAT’S PRETTY EASY
FOR SOMEBODY LIKE YOU

TO BE TELLING US
TO HAVE PATIENCE.

WHY, LOOK AT YOU
IN YOUR FANCY TUXEDO...

AND YOUR BIG CAR,

MR. BIG DEAL
BUSINESSMAN,

MR. CITY COUNCILMAN.

I GREW UP AS POOR
AS ANY MAN HERE.

YOU’D RATHER SEE
OUR PEOPLE UNEMPLOYED

THAN RISK MAKING ENEMIES
AT THE COUNTRY CLUB.

IT’S TIME
TO PUT THIS THING
IN MY HANDS.

YOUR HANDS?
LOOK AT YOU, MAN!

LOOK AT YOU.

READY TO RIGHT
ALL THE WRONGS,

MAN THE BARRICADES,

DIE FOR
YOUR BELIEFS?

Y’ALL READY TO DIE?

HEY, LOOK, MAN, I UNDERSTAND
WHAT HE’S SAYING.

I UNDERSTAND HOW HE FEELS.

I USED TO FEEL THAT WAY.

I WANTED EVERYTHING NOW,

LIKE WHENEVER
I PLAYED BALL--

TILL COLLEGE,
WHEN I FOUND

THERE WERE GUYS BIGGER,
BADDER, AND MEANER THAN ME.

THEN WHAT DO YOU DO?

HUH, WHAT THEN, BOBBY?

YOU LEARN
A LITTLE TECHNIQUE.

YOU LEARN
A LITTLE STYLE.

YOU LEARN
WHEN TO MAKE YOUR MOVE, MAN.

THAT TAKES PATIENCE, MAN.

WHAT WE NEED NOW
IS PATIENCE.

WHEN THE TIME’S RIGHT,

I SWEAR TO YOU,

I’LL BE RIGHT UP FRONT.
I’LL LEAD YOU RIGHT DOWN
TO THAT PLANT.

IF ANYTHING HAPPENS,
IT WILL HAPPEN TO ME FIRST!

BUT THAT’S ONLY
WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT.

NOW’S NOT
THE TIME, BOBBY.

I’M IN CHARGE HERE.

DON’T YOU
LOSE SIGHT OF THAT.

♪ THE THRILL IS GONE ♪

♪ THE THRILL
IS GONE AWAY ♪

♪ THE THRILL
IS GONE, BABY ♪

♪ THE THRILL
IS GONE AWAY ♪

♪ YOU KNOW YOU DONE
ME WRONG, BABY ♪

♪ AND YOU’LL
BE SORRY SOMEDAY...♪

HEY, BABY, IT’S ME.

I WON’T BE ABLE
TO MAKE IT OVER TONIGHT.

OH, YOU HEARD?

YEAH, THE UNION
WENT ON STRIKE.

YEAH, I KNOW.

I THINK THEY’RE GOING
TO GET REAL UGLY.

I JUST HOPE I CAN
KEEP THINGS CALMED DOWN.

I’LL BE CAREFUL.

I’LL GET OVER
TO SEE YOU REAL SOON.

YOU JUST
KEEP IT WARM FOR ME.

BYE, BABES.

MAN, I CANNOT BELIEVE
SOMEBODY ACTUALLY
SAT DOWN

AND WROTE THIS STUFF.
LISTEN TO THIS.

"SUCH PROCEDURE
SHALL NOT BE IMPLEMENTED

ON ANY
MACADAM PAVEMENT--"

WAIT. MACADAM?

WHAT’S PAVEMENT
GOT TO DO WITH NUTS?

NUTS?
WHAT ABOUT NUTS?

MACADAMS--
LITTLE WHITE ROUND NUTS

THAT COME IN BLUE CANS

WITH PICTURES
OF PINEAPPLES ON THEM.

THAT’S CALLED
A MACADAMIA NUT.

WHERE IS
MACADAMIA ANYWAY?

IT DOESN’T
EXIST ANYMORE.

AT ONE TIME, IT WAS
OVER IN EUROPE SOMEPLACE.

YOU’RE TALKING
ABOUT MACEDONIA.

YOU’RE RIGHT.
THERE’S NO
MACEDONIA ANYMORE.

MAYBE THAT’S
WHY THEY SHIP THEM
FROM HAWAII THESE DAYS.

(SWEET)
SHIP WHAT FROM HAWAII?

THEM NUTS
WE’RE TALKING ABOUT.

I’M TALKING ABOUT
MACADAM PAVEMENT.

THAT’S WHAT
I’M TALKING ABOUT.

DON’T GET SO HUFFY,
SWEET.

MAYBE THAT’S
THE KIND OF ROADS

THEY TRUCK THEM
OUT ON.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

SPARTA POLICE DEPARTMENT.
PARKER WILLIAMS.

WELL, SWEET,
IT’S REAL SAD.

HE WAS TURNING
INTO A REAL GOOD
OFFICER.

SOMETIMES, I...

YES, SIR.
WELL, THANK YOU.

WHAT’S WRONG
WITH YOU?

THAT WAS
LAWSON STILES’
NEIGHBOR.

HE HEARD STILES’ DOG
GOING CRAZY BARKING.

HE WENT OVER,
AND HE FOUND STILES DEAD.

STRANGLED, GARROTED,

AND FROM THE MARKINGS
ON THE NECK,

I’D SAY IT
WAS A SERRATED WIRE.

YEAH. CUT PLUMB THROUGH
HIS NECK THERE.

UH, SWEET...BE SURE

TO GET A BLOOD SAMPLE
FROM THE FLOOR.

YES, SIR.

WHEW. THAT’S
A TERRIBLE LOSS, BUBBA.

DAMN!

I PLAYED BALL
AGAINST HIM
AT OL’ MISS.

MAN, COULD HE RUN.

MOVES LIKE
YOU AIN’T NEVER
SEEN BEFORE.

FAKED ME
OUT OF MY CLEATS.

WENT 60 YARDS
WITH THE TOUCHDOWN
THAT BEAT US.

HATED HIM FOR THAT.

AT THE SAME TIME,

I RESPECTED
HIS ABILITY.

YOU KNOW
WHAT I MEAN?

YEAH...

HE WOULD HAVE BEEN
A CONGRESSMAN,

AND A DAMN
GOOD ONE, TOO.

WELL, ONE THING’S
FOR DAMN SURE.

HIS DYING’S SURE
GOING TO HEAT THINGS UP

DOWN AT THE BOTTOMS.

JUST WHAT THIS STRIKE
DOESN’T NEED...

A MARTYR.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

(RING)

HELLO.

MR. BRITTEN?

YEAH, YEAH.
WHO’S THIS?

MY NAME IS BOBBY DOBBS.

I’VE BEEN WORKING
WITH COUNCILMAN STILES.

WHAT IS IT YOU WANT?

WELL, I WAS
JUST WONDERING

IF YOU WERE
STILL INTERESTED

IN HAVING OUR MEN
WORK AT YOUR PLANT.

YEAH--YES, I AM.

WELL, WE’RE READY.

I THOUGHT
THE COUNCILMAN

WANTED YOU
TO WAIT A WHILE.

WELL, I...I’M SORRY
TO TELL YOU THIS,

BUT THE COUNCILMAN
IS DEAD.

MR. BRITTEN?

YEAH.
THE COUNCILMAN’S DEAD?

I KNOW HE’D
WANT US TO CARRY ON,

BUT YOU’RE GOING TO
HAVE TO PROMISE US
PROTECTION

IF WE CROSS
THAT PICKET LINE.

UH, YEAH.
I’LL ARRANGE IT
WITH THE MAYOR.

GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER.

I’LL CALL YOU
IN THE MORNING.

ALL RIGHT.

IT’S 555-1924.

O.K., LOOK, MR. DOBBS...
THANK YOU.

I’M REALLY GLAD
YOU CALLED, AND, UH,

I’M SORRY
ABOUT THE COUNCILMAN.

RED CAHILL’S WIFE
SAID RED WAS SOUND ASLEEP

BY HER ALL NIGHT.

WHICH SHE WOULD’VE
SAID REGARDLESS.

WHERE IS RED NOW?

SHE DIDN’T KNOW.

HE HASN’T SHOWN UP
AT THE PICKET LINE.

OH, THERE YOU ARE.

CHIEF, RED’S WIFE
HAS ALIBIED HIM,

AND WE CAN’T FIND HIM
FOR QUESTIONING.

UH-HUH. WELL,
I’VE JUST COME FROM
THE MAYOR’S OFFICE.

WE BETTER ROUND UP
SOME OF THE BOYS

AND GO TO THE PLANT.

YES, SIR.
PARKER, LET’S GO.

CHIEF, I HOPE
THIS ISN’T WHAT
I THINK IT IS.

I HOPE YOU’RE READY
TO KEEP THE PEACE.

NOW THE BLOODSHED
STARTS.

ABOUT 1/4 OF THESE MEN

HAVE HAD
SOME EXPERIENCE.

THE REST--
WE’LL WORK WITH THEM.

STILL, YOU’RE
LOOKING AT WEEKS

BEFORE YOU
CAN SHIP AGAIN.

NO, SIR.

WE’RE MAINTAINING
OUR DELIVERY SCHEDULE.

THESE PEOPLE DON’T KNOW
WHAT THEY’RE DOING YET.

PUSH IT,

AND YOU’LL THROW OUT
MORE THAN YOU SHIP.

IF WE LOSE SOME PRODUCT,
I’LL EAT IT.

I WANT PRODUCTION.

WE’LL ONLY
BEAT THIS STRIKE

IF THE UNION THINKS
WE’RE CHUGGING ALONG

JUST FINE WITHOUT THEM.

EXCUSE ME.

THE MACHINE PUMP’S START.

EVERYTHING’S
THE SAME OVER THERE.

DOBBS,
HOW’S IT GOING?

HEY, MR. BRITTEN.

HOW ARE WE DOING?

I’M IMPRESSED.

IT’S A TOUGH
SITUATION.

YOU’RE REALLY
COMING THROUGH.

THANK YOU.

WE’RE DOING OUR BEST.

I DON’T MIND TELLING YOU
I HAD MY DOUBTS.

THIS THING WITH
LAWSON STILES...

IT’S TERRIBLE.

YEAH.

WERE YOU TWO
VERY CLOSE?

CAN’T GET MUCH CLOSER.

COMING DOWN HERE
RIGHT AFTER HE DIED--

IT WAS HARD.

I WAS DAMNED IF
I’D LET HIS DREAMS
DIE WITH HIM.

I UNDERSTAND.

AAH!

SHUT IT DOWN!

SHUT IT DOWN!

GET AN AMBULANCE.

HANG ON, NOW.
HANG ON!

NOW!

HANG ON.
WE’RE GETTING HELP.

THAT’S IT.
TAKE IT AWAY.

YOU GOT WHAT
YOU DESERVED, SCAB!

GOT A GAS BILL,
A PHONE BILL,

A DRY CLEANING BILL.

MAN, THIS GUY STILES
SAVED EVERYTHING.

IT’S ALL TAX STUFF
WEALTHY PEOPLE SAVE.

GLAD I DON’T NEED IT.

I SERIOUSLY DOUBT
YOU EVER WILL, PARKER.

WATCH IT NOW.

THERE YOU GO.
HURRY BACK.

HI.

IF I COULD WORK
ANY EXTRA SHIFTS
THIS WEEKEND,

I’D BE GRATEFUL.

OH, SURE.

SEEMS LIKE EVERYBODY
WANTS EXTRA WORK.

THAT STRIKE HAS PEOPLE
REALLY SCARED.

THEY MIGHT BE OUT
SIX MONTHS.

WE CAN’T
LAST THAT LONG.

COME ON, SWEETIE.
OF COURSE YOU’LL MAKE IT.

DON’T WORRY.

THANKS.

HI, JOANN.

DIANNE!
YOU’RE HERE FOR THAT
PIE YOU ORDERED.

I WOULDN’T GIVE A PARTY
WITHOUT YOUR PIE.

MAYBE I THROW PARTIES

AS AN EXCUSE
TO ORDER ONE.

I’VE OFFERED YOU
THE RECIPE.

ME? I’M NO KIND
OF COOK.

I’D TURN OUT
SOME AWFUL MESS.

BESIDES, IT’S EASIER
TO CALL AND ORDER ONE.

THEN IT’S
A GREAT ARRANGEMENT.

I’LL GO GET IT.

THANK YOU.

SO, MRS. BRITTEN,
YOU’RE HAVING A PARTY?

I AM.

MY DAUGHTER
TURNS 9 NEXT WEEK.

SHE WON’T
HAVE NO PARTY.

HER DADDY’S
OUT OF WORK.

YOUR HUSBAND
PUT HIM THERE

AND LOTS
OF OTHER WORKERS.

YOUR HUSBAND’S
RUINING OUR LIVES,

AND ALL YOU
CAN THINK ABOUT

IS YOUR
DINNER PARTY.

WELL, HERE’S
TO YOUR PARTY.

CHARLENE! WHAT THE HECK
ARE YOU DOING?

OH, DIANNE,
I’M SO SORRY.

OH, WHAT GOT INTO HER?

I DON’T RUN
MY HUSBAND’S BUSINESS.

I DON’T KNOW
ANYTHING ABOUT IT.

WHY’S SHE
ANGRY AT ME?

LISTEN,
TIMES LIKE THESE,

PEOPLE HAVE TO HAVE
SOMEBODY TO BLAME,

SOMEBODY
TO GET MAD AT.

I’M SURE
SHE DIDN’T MEAN IT.

OH, MESS!

HEY, CHIEF.

YEAH?
VIRGIL.

I’VE BEEN LOOKING
AT THESE CHECK STUBS HERE.

YOU BETTER
TAKE A LOOK AT THIS.

RIGHT THERE.

"UNIVERSITY OF MISSISSIPPI
ALUMNI FUND."

THE ONE UNDER THAT.

WELL, WELL, WELL.

I THINK YOU OL’ BOYS

OUGHT TO PAY
A VISIT THERE.

I REALLY DO.

ANGIE, VIRGIL TIBBS.
OPEN THE DOOR.

I CAN’T.
I’M BUSY.

GET YOURSELF UNBUSIED.
OPEN THE DOOR.

WHAT YOU WANT?

ANGIE, WE’VE GOT TO TALK.

LET US IN, PLEASE!

WELL,
HELLO THERE, HARLAN.

HEY, BUBBA.

LET ME HELP YOU
WITH THAT.

NO, NO. I CAN GET IT.

GIVE MY REGARDS
TO THE WIFE THERE.

WHY’D YOU HAVE TO
GO AND MESS ME UP?

WE HAVE TO TALK TO YOU
ABOUT LAWSON STILES.

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK
I KNOW ANYTHING?

THIS CHECK HE GAVE YOU
FOR $1,200.

EITHER YOU’RE REAL GOOD,

OR YOU DONE IT
ABOUT 1200 TIMES.

BUBBA.

IT WASN’T
LIKE THAT, TURKEY!

ALL RIGHT.
HE DIDN’T MEAN IT.

ALL RIGHT THEN, TELL US.

HE CAME HERE A LOT.

THIS WAS A PLACE
HE COULD BE HIMSELF.

HIS OWN PEOPLE
THOUGHT HE WAS
GETTING TOO WHITE.

HE DIDN’T HAVE TO
FOOL NOBODY HERE.

NOBODY WANTED
ANYTHING FROM HIM.

WHY’D HE
GIVE YOU $1,200?

THAT WAS
FOR MY MAMA!

SHE NEEDED
SPECIAL NURSING,

AND LAWSON
WANTED TO HELP.

ALL RIGHT.

ANY IDEA WHY SOMEONE
WOULD TRY TO KILL LAWSON?

OH, GOD.

HE WAS ALL WORRIED
ABOUT THIS STRIKE.

HE KNEW
THE UNION GUYS
WOULD BE UPSET

IF HE BROUGHT
SCABS ACROSS.

ONE GUY
KEPT FOLLOWING HIM.

WHAT WAS HIS NAME?

I DON’T KNOW, UH...
CATES...CAIN...

CAHILL.
WHAT ABOUT CAHILL?

MAYBE.
I’M NOT SURE.

I AM.

THANKS, ANGIE.
BUBBA, THAT’S IT.

THANKS.

PARKER, YOU THERE?

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

I’VE BEEN TRYING
TO RAISE YOU.

PARKER, GET AN APB OUT
ON RED CAHILL.

GET HIS CAR MAKE
AND LICENSE TO ALL UNITS.

BUT, DETECTIVE--

PARKER,
THIS IS URGENT.

LET ME TELL YOU--

PARKER, TELL ME AFTER
YOU GET THE APB

OUT ON CAHILL, PLEASE.

DETECTIVE,
WE FOUND HIM.

WHAT?

I’VE BEEN TRYING
TO TELL YOU.

WE FOUND HIM ABOUT
A HALF HOUR AGO.

TAKE A LOOK
AT HIS THROAT THERE--

SAME WAY
STILES DIED.

WHOEVER KILLED STILES
KILLED CAHILL, BUBBA.

PEOPLE GETTING THEIR
THROATS SLASHED
RIGHT AND LEFT,

SNOWING
IN MISSISSIPPI.

WHAT THE HELL’S
GOING ON, VIRGIL?

GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY.
POOR RED.

WE THINK WE KNOW
WHAT THE MURDER WEAPON WAS.

YOU SEE THESE
LATERAL LACERATIONS HERE,

ALMOST ALL
AROUND THE NECK?

THAT’S THE SAME
SERRATED PATTERN
WE FOUND ON STILES.

IT’S KIND OF JAGGED,

LIKE IT WAS MADE
BY A LITTLE SAW.

WELL, CLOSE.

IT’S A CAMPER’S SAW.

IS THAT IT?

IT’S NOT ACTUALLY
THE ONE USED,

BUT I’VE DONE SOME
MICROSCOPIC COMPARISONS,

AND I’M POSITIVE
THAT CAHILL AND STILES
WERE GARROTED

WITH ALMOST
AN EXACT DUPLICATE.

I BOUGHT THIS
AT A HARDWARE STORE,

BUT YOU CAN GET
THE SAME SAW

AT ANY PLACE SELLING
CAMPING EQUIPMENT.

SO MAYBE THE SAME PERSON
KILLED BOTH MEN?

ALL RIGHT. I’M NOT
ASKING YOU FOR CONCLUSIONS.

DOES PUT A DIFFERENT SPIN
ON IT THOUGH, DOESN’T IT?

OH, HI.

HI.

HOW COME YOU
CLOSED UP SO EARLY?

WITH THE STRIKE,
THERE’S HARDLY
ANY BUSINESS.

IT HARDLY PAYS
TO STAY OPEN.

I’M HERE TO TALK
TO CHARLENE. THAT O.K.?

SURE, SURE.
GO AHEAD.

IS IT KEVIN AGAIN?

YEAH. WELL...
HE GOT INTO ANOTHER FIGHT.

I TALKED THE VICE PRINCIPAL
INTO NOT SUSPENDING HIM.

KEVIN’S...WELL, HE’S
GOT SOME REAL PROBLEMS.

I KNOW
IT’S THE STRIKE.

THIS DAMN STRIKE,

IT’S HURTING
EVERYBODY IN TOWN.

ESPECIALLY THE KIDS.

THEY FEEL FRIGHTENED
YET POWERLESS,

SO THEY ACT THINGS OUT,

LIKE KEVIN.

BUT IT’S ME, TOO.

THE STRIKE JUST STARTED,

AND ALREADY IT’S
MAKING ME CRAZY.

I’VE BEEN
OUT OF CONTROL.

JOANN WILL
VOUCH FOR THAT.

I THINK THE KIDS ARE
PICKING UP ON ME,

HOW SCARED I AM.

THAT HAPPENS.

WOULDN’T YOU
THINK GROWN MEN

COULD FIND
A BETTER WAY
TO HANDLE THINGS?

WE FOUND
THESE RIBBONS.

PUT THEM ON
TO REMEMBER RED.

ON THE LEFT ARM.
REMEMBER RED.

SHOW THEM YOU REMEMBER.

REMEMBER RED.

WELL, SO THE COLD
SPELL’S STAYING
WITH US, HUH?

VERY.

LOOK, WE ALL
FEEL REAL BAD
ABOUT OLD RED.

DAMN SHAME,
ISN’T IT, BUBBA?

EXCEPT TO ABOUT
100 PEOPLE INSIDE
THAT DON’T BELONG THERE.

HARRY, IF YOU’RE
PUTTING THE BLAME
ON THEM,

DON’T EVEN TRY IT,

BECAUSE
WHOEVER KILLED RED

PROBABLY KILLED
LAWSON STILES.

THIS WHOLE THING

MAY HAVE NOTHING TO
DO WITH THE STRIKE.

WE’D LIKE YOU TO KIND
OF SPREAD THAT AROUND

AND TELL EVERYBODY
JUST TO RELAX.

YEAH. WELL,
PROBLEM IS, FELLAS,

YOUR CREDIBILITY
STINKS AROUND HERE.

IT WAS THE POLICE
DEPARTMENT THAT
LET THE SCABS IN.

NOT TOO MANY PEOPLE
ARE GOING TO BELIEVE
WHAT YOU SAY

ABOUT RED’S DEATH
OR ANYTHING ELSE,

AND SO THERE
AREN’T ANY SURPRISES,

I DON’T KNOW HOW LONG
I CAN KEEP THE BROTHERHOOD

FROM GOING INSIDE
AND BUSTING HEADS.

NO. NO, SHERIFF.

NO, I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY,

BUT IF YOU FIND
YOU CAN SPARE A FEW MEN,

WE’D SURE APPRECIATE IT.

WE HAVEN’T GOT THE MEN
TO HANDLE THIS SITUATION

IF IT GETS
OUT OF CONTROL.

YEAH. NO. THANK YOU, SIR.

YES, SIR. GOOD NIGHT.

WELL, UH, HE CAN’T
SEND US ANYBODY.

TIMES LIKE THIS,
YOU FIND OUT WHO
YOUR FRIENDS ARE.

NO. IT’S JUST
A BUNCH OF PRISONERS
ESCAPED FROM A ROAD GANG.

WENT ABOUT TEN DIFFERENT
DIRECTIONS. THAT’S ALL.

THEY PULLED A SCAB
OUT OF HIS TRUCK
AND BEAT HIM UP.

OH, LORD, LORD.

IT AIN’T
THE WORST OF IT.

WE SEARCHED THE CAR.

WE FOUND
ASSAULT RIFLES,

9mm HANDGUNS,
AND DYNAMITE.

DYNAMITE. YOU HEAR THAT?

O.K., PUT THE STUFF
IN THE EVIDENCE LOCKER.

THEY BETTER
SETTLE THIS THING.

I’M SORRY.
SHE SNEAKED THROUGH

BEFORE I COULD
STOP HER.

THIS KIND OF BOLDNESS
OUGHT TO HAVE GOOD
INTENTIONS BEHIND IT.

PARKER, YOU’RE EXCUSED.

ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T
WANT ME TO STAY

IN CASE SHE NEEDS
TO BE RESTRAINED?

SEEING THE CHAIR BESIDE
THAT TELEPHONE EMPTY--

I CAN’T TELL YOU
HOW NERVOUS
IT MAKES ME FEEL.

YES, SIR.

ANGIE, YOU WANT
TO SIT DOWN?

WHAT I GOT TO SAY
I CAN SAY STANDING.

WELL, STAND. GO AHEAD.

ALL RIGHT.
WHAT IS IT?

THERE’S
A SECRET I KNOW
ABOUT LAWSON STILES.

I SWORE
I’D NEVER TELL,

BUT HE’S DEAD, AND
ANOTHER MAN IS DEAD,

AND MAYBE IT’S
GOT SOMETHING TO DO

WITH ALL
THIS CRAZINESS
IN THIS TOWN.

YOU SURE YOU WON’T
SIT DOWN?

DON’T TOUCH ME.

DON’T TOUCH HER.
DON’T TOUCH HER.

I SAID I DIDN’T!

I’LL SAY THIS,
THEN I’LL GO.

GO AHEAD.

LAWSON STILES WAS
THE CLOSEST MAN I KNEW

TO BEING A SAINT,

BUT LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE,
HE WAS A SINNER, TOO,

AND MAYBE THAT SIN’S
WHAT GOT HIM KILLED.

WELL, WHAT DID HE DO?

HE WAS IN LOVE
WITH A WOMAN
HE HAD NO RIGHT TO.

THAT’LL WEIGH
ON A MAN’S MIND.

WHAT WOMAN WAS IT?

HE NEVER TOLD ME,

NEVER WOULD,

BUT HE KNEW
IT WAS BAD,

AND ALL HE DID
WAS SUFFER.

WHY DIDN’T HE HAVE
A RIGHT TO IT?

THE STUPID DAMN FOOL
WAS IN LOVE WITH
A MARRIED WOMAN.

GOOD AFTERNOON,
MS. BRITTEN.

MAY WE VISIT WITH YOU
A FEW MINUTES?

YES, OF COURSE.

THANK YOU,
MRS. BRITTEN.

SIT DOWN, PLEASE.

THANK YOU.

CAN I GET YOU
SOME COFFEE?

UH, NO.

I’M SORRY, BUT THIS ISN’T
EXACTLY A SOCIAL CALL.

OH, I SEE.

THANK YOU.

WELL...

I HAVE A KIND OF
UNCOMFORTABLE QUESTION

TO ASK YOU,

BUT, UH...I MUST.

WAS THERE
A THING GOING ON

BETWEEN YOU
AND COUNCILMAN STILES?

THAT IS ABSURD. NO.

BUT YOU WERE
AT OL’ MISS TOGETHER, YES?

HE WAS THERE,
I BELIEVE.

IF Y’ALL WERE THERE
AT THE SAME TIME,

YOU MUST
HAVE KNOWN HIM.

HE WAS A BIG
FOOTBALL STAR.

GOT MANY HONORS
IN ATHLETICS.

YOU WERE HEAD
CHEERLEADER,

SO YOU KNEW HIM.

I KNEW HIM.

WELL, I PRESUME
WHEN YOUR HUSBAND CAME HERE

TO MANAGE THE MILL,

THAT’S WHEN YOU
RENEWED THAT ACQUAINTANCE.

I SAW HIM, YES,

JUST TO TALK.

YOU KNOW,
ONE THING ABOUT STILES,

HE KEPT EVERYTHING

INCLUDING HIS
TELEPHONE BILL.

THIS, FOR THE LAST
THREE MONTHS,

HE MADE 74 CALLS
TO THIS HOUSE

DURING THE DAY,
WHEN YOUR HUSBAND
WASN’T HOME.

YOUR HUSBAND...

DIDN’T KNOW ANYTHING
ABOUT THIS, DID HE?

HE KNEW.

YES, HE KNEW.

CHIEF...

I FOUND THIS
IN THE TOOLSHED OUT BACK.

THERE’S WHAT APPEARS
TO BE BLOOD ON IT.

I HATE TO TELL YOU THIS,

BUT WE BELIEVE
YOUR HUSBAND KILLED TWO MEN.

MEN, NOW LISTEN.

I’M TELLING YOU
THE TRUTH.

AS SOON AS YOU ELECT
NEW LEADERSHIP,

I’M WILLING TO BARGAIN
AROUND THE CLOCK.

YEAH, RIGHT!

AND I’M SAYING PUBLICLY

WITH A FEW CONCESSIONS,
WE CAN SETTLE THIS.

HERE’S YOUR
CONCESSIONS!

MEN, ALL I WANT

IS SOME LENIENCY
ON SOME OF YOUR RULES.

MEN!

MEN!

MEN, PLEASE,
LISTEN TO ME!

NO!
NO!
NO! NO!

I’M ORDERING YOU

TO GET THOSE MEN
BACK INSIDE

OR YOU’RE GOING TO
HAVE A BLOOD BATH.

IF YOUR PEOPLE
CAN’T PROTECT ME,
I’LL PROTECT MYSELF.

(POLICE SIRENS)

GLAD TO SEE YOU’RE ALL
BEHAVING YOURSELVES.

I WISH YOU HADN’T QUIT
HIGH SCHOOL, JOHN HENRY.

NOW LISTEN TO ME!

I’M GOING IN,

AND I DON’T WANT
ANYBODY TO FOLLOW ME.

I’M NOT HERE
ON LABOR BUSINESS.

THIS IS A MURDER CASE.

IT’S MY BUSINESS.
LET ME TEND TO IT.

YOU HEAR?

COME AND OPEN
THE GATE.

MR. BRITTEN,
YOU’RE UNDER ARREST.

PARKER, PUT
HANDCUFFS ON HIM.

HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY?

NO. I’M BEHAVING
NORMALLY ENOUGH.

ALL YOU FOOLS,
I WANT YOU ALL
TO DISAPPEAR,

AND ANYBODY
WHO DOESN’T DO
WHAT HE’S TOLD

IS GOING TO BE
DOING HARD TIME

WITH SOME
OF THE UGLIEST MEN
IN MISSISSIPPI.

GO ON.

MR. BRITTEN,
PLEASE COOPERATE.

YOU’RE VIOLATING
THIS COUNTY’S
LABOR LAWS.

I’LL SUE YOU
FOR EVERY CENT
YOU’VE GOT.

WELL, THERE’S
LAWYERS WAITING
TO SERVE YOU.

MEANTIME, YOU’RE
GOING TO BE INDICTED
FOR KILLING TWO MEN.

NOW I WANT TO TELL Y’ALL
WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT.

THESE KILLINGS HAD NOTHING
TO DO WITH THE STRIKE,

THEY HAD TO DO
WITH THE FLESH.

WE’RE GOING TO ALLEGE

THAT MR. BRITTEN
KILLED MR. STILES

BECAUSE HIS WIFE
AND MR. STILES...

UH, FELL IN THE WAY
OF TEMPTATION.

HE KILLED MR. CAHILL

BECAUSE CAHILL
WAS THREATENING TO SNITCH.

THAT’S WHAT
THEY CALL BLACKMAIL

IN BOSTON
AND PLACES UP YONDER.

IS THAT RIGHT,
MR. BRITTEN?

I’M NOT SAYING
ONE DAMN WORD
WITHOUT LEGAL ADVICE.

I DON’T BLAME YOU.
YOU GOT YOUR RIGHTS.

READ HIM THAT THING
THAT EVERYBODY SAYS.

YES, SIR.

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT
TO REMAIN SILENT...

SAM, COME HERE.

I BELIEVE THESE MEN
ARE WAITING FOR GOOD NEWS.

GO HOME, MEN.
STRIKE’S OVER.

AS OF TOMORROW,
EVERYONE WILL BE BACK
AT HIS OLD JOB.

NO ROLLBACKS,
NO CONCESSIONS.

YAY!
ALL RIGHT!
YAY!

WHAT ABOUT THESE MEN?

WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN
TO THEM TOMORROW?

I CAN’T SOLVE THAT
PROBLEM FOR YOU, VIRGIL.

I’LL TRY, BUT
I JUST DON’T KNOW HOW.

WHAT ABOUT
NEW JOBS, EXPANSION?

THESE MEN TOOK
A RISK FOR YOU

BELIEVING THERE WOULD
BE WORK FOR THEM

WHEN THIS WHOLE
MESS WAS OVER.

I’LL DO WHAT I CAN.

UH, VIRGIL, LISTEN...

NO. ALL YOU’RE
GOING TO SAY IS

THAT THESE THINGS
TAKE TIME.

THEY DO.

WELL...

THAT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH.