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Macomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it.

Somehow it was hotter then.

Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning.

Ladies bathed before noon, after their three o 'clock naps.

And by nightfall were like soft tea cakes with frostings of sweat and sweet

talcum.

A day was 24 hours long.

but it seemed longer.

There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy, no money

it with, although Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing

fear but fear itself.

That summer, I was six years old.

Morning, Miss Cunningham.

Morning, Miss.

My daddy's getting dressed.

Would you like me to call him for you?

No, Miss, I don't care to bother. Why?

I didn't want to bother you none.

I brought you these here hickory. That's just part of my entailment.

Well, I thank you. The collards we had last week were delicious.

Well, morning.

Morning.

Scott, I think maybe next time Mr. Cunningham comes, you'd better not call

I thought you'd want to thank him. Oh, I do.

I think it embarrasses him to be thanked.

bring you all this stuff?

He's paying me for some legal work I did for him. Why does he pay you like this?

That's the only way he can. He has no money.

Is he poor?

Yes.

Are we poor?

We are indeed.

We as poor as a Cunningham?

No, not exactly.

Cunninghams are country folks, farmers.

Crash hit them the hardest.

Gal, call your brother.

Atticus, Jim's up in the tree. He says he won't come down until you agree to

play football for the Methodists.

Jim.

Son, why don't you come on down out of there now and have your breakfast?

California has a good one.

Hot biscuits.

No, sir. Not until you agree to play football for the Methodists. Oh, son, I

can't do that. I explained to you I'm too old to get out there.

After all, I'm the only father you have.

Wouldn't want me to get out there and get my head knocked off, would you?

I ain't coming down.

Do it yourself.

Morning, Morty.

Morning, Atticus.

He won't let me have a gun, and he'll only play catch football with me.

Never tackle.

He can make somebody's will so airtight you can't break it.

You count your blessings and stop complaining, both of you.

And she don't start school until next month.

You look right puny for going on seven.

I'm little, but I'm old.

Folks call me Dale.

I'm from Meridian, Mississippi.

And I'm spending two weeks next door with my Aunt Stephanie.

My mama worked for a photographer in Meridian. She answered my picture in the

Beautiful Child Contest and won five dollars on it. She gives the money to

and I went to the picture show 20 times with her.

is dead but we got a daddy where's your daddy i haven't gotten one is he dead

Pleased to know you, dear.

Pleased to know you.

My daddy owns the L &N Railroad.

He's going to let me run the engine all the way to New Orleans.

Is that so?

He says I can invite anybody.

There goes the meanest man that ever took a breath of life.

The one thing, he has a boy named Boo that he keeps chained to a bed in the

house over yonder.

Come on.

See, he lives over there.

Boo only comes out at night when you're asleep and it's pitch dark.

When you wake up at night, you can hear him.

Once I heard him scratching on our screen door, but he was gone by the time

Atticus got there.

Wonder what he does in there.

Wonder what he looks like.

Well, judging from his tracks, he's about six and a half feet tall.

He eats raw squirrels and all the cats he can catch.

There's a long, jagged scar that runs all the way across his face.

His teeth are yellow and rotten.

His eyes are popped, and he drools most of the time.

Oh, I don't believe you.

Dill, what are you doing here? My Lord, Aunt Stephanie, you almost gave me a

heart attack.

Dill, I don't want you playing around that house over there. There's a maniac

lives there, and he's dangerous.

See?

I was just trying to warn him about Boo, but he wouldn't believe me. Well, you'd

just better believe him, Mr. Dill Harris.

Tell him about the time Boo tried to kill his papa.

I was standing in my yard one day when his mama come out yelling, he's killing

us all.

Turned out that Boo was sitting in the living room cutting up the paper for his

scrapbook. And when his daddy come by, he reached over with his scissors,

stabbed him in his leg, pulled him out and went right on cutting the paper.

They wanted to send him to an asylum, but his daddy said no Radleys going to

asylum. So they locked him up in the basement of the courthouse till he

died of the damp. And his daddy brought him back home.

There he is to this day, sitting over there with his scissors.

Lord knows what he's doing or thinking.

Six! Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Ten!

Come on, Scott! It's five o 'clock!

Where are you going?

Time to meet Atticus.

Let me call you Daddy Atticus.

Could have done that.

Why to see?

I don't know. He just started to ever since he began talking.

Stop.

Miss DuBose is on her porch.

Listen, no matter what she says to you, don't answer her back.

There's a Confederate pistol in her lap under her shawl, and she'll kill you

quick as look at you.

Come on.

picture this afternoon.

He don't say a picture of what?

My goodness gracious, look at your flowers.

Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?

Mr. Bowes, the gardens at Bellingrath have nothing to compare with your

Oh, I don't think they're as nice as last year.

Oh, I can't agree with you. I think that your yard is going to be the showplace

of this town.

Well, grand seeing you, Mr. Bowes.

which I brought ashore on my first raft, and I

had a dog.

Atticus, do you think Boo Radley ever really comes and looks in my window at

night?

Jim says he does.

This afternoon when we were over by their house... Charlotte, I told you and

to leave those poor people alone.

I want you to stay away from the house and stop tormenting them.

Yes, sir.

Well, I think that's all the reading for tonight, honey. It's getting late.

What time is it?

8 .30.

May I see your watch?

My beloved husband.

I don't think Jim says his watch will belong to him someday.

That's right.

Why?

Well, customary for the boy to have his father's watch.

What are you going to give me?

Well, I don't know that I have much else of value that belongs to me.

But there's a pearl necklace.

There's a ring that belonged to your mother.

And I put them away.

And they're to be yours.

How old was I when Mama died?

Two.

How old were you?

Six.

Old as I am now?

Mm -hmm.

Was Mama pretty?

Mm -hmm.

Was Mama nice?

Mm -hmm.

Did you love her?

Yeah.

Evening, Atticus.

Good evening, Judge.

Rather warm, isn't it?

Yes, indeed.

How's Mrs. Taylor?

She's fine, fine, thank you.

Atticus, you heard about Tom Robinson?

Yes, sir.

Grand jury will get around to charging him tomorrow.

I was thinking about appointing you to take his case.

You know, I realize you're very busy these days with your practice.

And your children need a great deal of your time.

Take the case.

I'll send a boy over for you tomorrow when his hearing comes up.

Well, then.

I'll see you tomorrow, Agus. Yes, sir.

And thank you.

Yes, sir.

that you're a great ghost against two Tom Swifts, you wouldn't go any farther

than Boo Radley's gate.

Why?

Get to it!

I ain't scared.

I go past Boo Radley's house nearly every day of my life.

I'll wait here, honey.

You hush up, Scout.

All right, get in.

I'm about this back in Meridian County, Mr.

Deal Harris.

I'll tell you what let's do.

Let's go down to the courthouse and see the woman they left boo up in.

My aunt says it's bat infested and he nearly died from the mildew.

Come on. I bet they got chains and instruments to torture them in.

Come on.

Young Fitz?

Yes, sir?

If you're looking for your daddy...

He's inside the courthouse. Thank you, sir, but we're not looking for... Thank

you, Mr. Townsend, sir.

What's your daddy doing in the courthouse?

He's a lawyer, and he has a case.

The grand jury's charging his client today.

I heard something about it last night when Judge Taylor came over. Let's go

watch. No deal.

He wouldn't like that. No deal.

You all lift me up so I can see what's going on. All right.

Take a stand, Scout.

Not much is happening.

The judge looks like he's asleep.

I see your daddy and the colored man.

The colored man. Shh.

The colored man looks to me like he's crying.

And I see him. I wonder what he's done to...

Together on one side, and one man keeps pointing at the colored man in yellow.

Came down to find out where Bo Reilly was locked up.

He wanted to see the bats.

I want you all back home right away.

Yes, sir. Run along.

I'm real sorry they picked you to defend that nigger that raped my mother.

I don't know why I didn't kill him myself instead of going to the sheriff.

You know, it saved you and the sheriff and the taxpayers lots of trouble.

me, Mr. Ewell, I'm very... Hey, Captain, somebody told me just now that they

thought that you believed Tom Robinson's story again, aren't you?

You know what I said?

I said you wrong, man. You did wrong.

Mr. Pence ain't taking this tour against us.

Well, they was wrong, wasn't it? I've been appointed to defend Tom Robinson.

Now that he's been charged, that's what I intend to do.

You've taken his tour? Excuse me, Mr. Ewell.

What kind of man are you?

You got children of your own.

I'll stay right here in Miss Stephanie's yard.

You don't have to come along, Angel May.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to look in a wound at the Radley house and see if we can get a

Boo Radley.

Please, I'm scared.

Then go home if you're scared.

I swear, Scout, you act more like a girl all the time.

Come on. Wait for me. I'm coming.

We'll go around back and crawl under the high wire fence at the rear of the

ready lot.

I don't believe we can be seen from there.

Come on.

I'll help you.

They've never whipped me since I can remember, and I plan to keep it that

Well, then I'm going with you. You ain't.

You stay right here. I'll be back for you.

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Bay life's out of me.

MCG and Louise ready for first day at school.

Scara?

Scara? What are you going to do with yourself this morning, Calverney, with

children at school?

I don't know.

And that's the truth.

I was thinking about that just now.

Come on in here, Scout.

Have your breakfast.

I think your dress is mighty becoming, honey.

Now don't go tugging at that dress, Scout.

You want to have it all wrinkled before you even get to school?

I still don't see why I have to wear a darn old dress.

You'll get used to it. I'm ready.

Oh, Jim.

Jim.

It's half an hour before school starts.

Sit right down.

Wait for your sister.

Well, hurry up, Scout.

I'm trying to.

Well, come on.

It's your first day.

won't fight you no more.

I hope that's a dinner that you enjoy.

Yes, sir.

I don't know when I've had a rose.

We've been having squirrels and rabbits lately.

My pa and I go hunting in our spare time.

You got a gun of your own?

Certainly, son.

Cal, will you bring in the syrup dish, please?

Yes, sir.

How old were you when you got your first gun, Albus?

Thirteen or fourteen.

I remember when my daddy gave me that gun.

He told me that I should never point at anything in the house.

And that he'd rather I shoot at tin cans in the backyard.

But he said that sooner or later, he supposed, the temptation to go after

would be too much.

And that I could shoot all the blue jays I wanted, if I could hit them.

But to remember, it was a sin to kill a mockingbird.

Why?

Well, I reckon because mockingbirds don't do anything but make music for us

enjoy.

Only people's gardens.

No net in the corn cribs.

They don't do one thing but just sing their hearts out for us.

How'd you like school, Scott?

All right.

Well, thank you, Cal. That's for Walter.

I want to talk to you.

That boy is your company.

And if he wants to eat up that tablecloth, you let him, you hear?

And if you can't act fit to eat like folks, you can just sit here and eat in

kitchen.

has got into you.

No, no.

Not because I'm not going back to school anymore.

Ah, Scout, it's just the first day.

I don't care. Everything went wrong.

The teacher got mad as a devil at me and said you were teaching me to read all

wrong and to stop it. Then acted like a fool and tried to give Walter Cunningham

a quarter when everybody knows Cunningham's... won't take nothing from

Any fool could have told her that.

Well, maybe she's just nervous. After all, it's her first day, too, teaching

school and being new here.

Oh, Albus. Now, wait a minute.

You just learn a single trick, Scout, you get along a lot better with all

of folks.

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point

view.

Till you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.

But if I keep going to school, he can't ever read anymore.

You know what a compromise is?

Depending on the law?

Uh, no.

It's an agreement.

reached by mutual consent.

Now, here's the way it works.

You concede the necessity of going to school.

We'll keep right on reading the same every night, just as we always have.

Is that a bargain?

They're just... didn't seem to be anyone or anything Atticus couldn't explain.

Though it wasn't a talent that would arouse the admiration of any of our

friends, Gemini had to admit he was very good at that.

But that was all he was good at, we thought.

Gal, Jim, come on inside.

Come on, come on, get in.

Mr. Finch, this is Cal.

I swear to God, there's a mad dog down the street a piece.

He's coming this way.

inside, son. Keep him in there, Cal.

He's within range. Take him, Mr. Finch.

Oh, no, Mr. Tate. He can't shoot.

Don't waste time, Hick. For God's sake, Mr. Finch, he's got to be killed right

away before he starts running. Look where he is.

I can't shoot that well, and you know it. I haven't shot a gun in years.

Well, I'd feel mighty comfortable if you did now.

of that dog, you understand? He's just as dangerous dead as alive.

Yes.

Atticus? Yes, son?

Nothing. What's the matter, boy?

Can't you talk? Didn't you know your daddy's the best shot in this county?

hush, heck.

Let's get back to town.

Remember now, don't go near that dog.

Yes, sir.

I'll send Debo out right away to pick him up.

If you want business, then you'll just get tired.

Oh, no, not me. I won't get tired.

Well, promise to stay in the car while I go in and talk to Helen Robinson.

Mm -hmm. And not nag me about leaving if you do get tired.

All right, climb in.

Who's Helen Robinson?

She's the wife of the man I'm defending.

Evening, Mr. Finch.

I came over to tell you about my visit to the park. Yes, Mr. Finch. And I'd

to know that I got a postponement of the trial.

Give me a chance to cool down.

Would you tell my daddy to come out here, please?

You nigger lover.

Don't need to be afraid of him, son. He's all bluff.

There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son.

I wish I could keep them all away from you.

That's never possible.

Now, you wait till I get Scout in bed, I'll drive you home. Yes, sir.

Stay in here with Scout till I get Cal home?

No, sir.

Night, Jim.

Night, Cal.

Atticus had promised me he would wear me out if he ever heard of me fighting

anymore.

I was far too old and too big for such a childish thing.

And the sooner I learned to hold in, the better off everybody would be.

I soon forgot.

Cecil Jacobs made me forget.

What is it, Scott?

You defend niggers.

Don't say niggers, Scout.

I didn't say it. Cecil Jacobs did.

That's why I had to fight him.

Scout, I don't want you fighting.

I had to, Atticus. I don't care what the reasons are.

I forbid you to fight.

Yes.

I'm simply defending a Negro, Tom Robinson.

Now, Scout, there are some things that you're not old enough to understand just

yet.

There's been some high talk around town to the effect that I shouldn't do much

about defending this man.

If you shouldn't be defending him, then why are you doing it?

a number of reasons.

The main one is that if I didn't, I couldn't hold my head up in town.

I couldn't even tell you or Jim not to do something again.

You're going to hear some ugly talk about this in school.

But I want you to promise me

One thing.

That you won't get into fights over it.

No matter what they say to you.

Yes.

studying about them in school.

Teacher says we wouldn't be in no place without them. Said so.

Cradle of civilization.

They invented embalming in toilet paper.

That's wrong, Scout.

This one.

Look, Jim.

is there in front of his eyebrows like you do.

Yeah, and the girl wears bangs like you.

You awake?

Go back to bed.

I can't go to sleep.

Go back to bed.

What you got in the box?

Nothing. Go back to bed.

If I show you, will you swear and never tell anybody?

I swear.

Cross your heart.

All of these.

And they're not all of that old tree.

At different times.

You know,

they used to award these in school to spelling winners before we were born.

And another time, I found this.

Look out.

You know, something else I never told you about that night I went back to the

Radley house.

Something else? You never told me anything about that night.

Well, you know the first time when I was getting out of my breeches?

Uh -huh.

Well, they was all in a tangle.

And I couldn't get them loose.

Well, when I went back, though...

They were folded across the fence.

Sort of like they was expecting me.

It was to be a long time before Jem and I talked about Boo again.

School finally ended, and summer came, and so did Dill.

Ma, you're up mighty bright and early.

Oh, I've been up since four.

Four?

Oh, yes, I always get up at four. It's in my blood.

You see, my daddy was a railroad man till he got rich.

Now he flies airplanes.

One of these days he's just going to swoop down here and make them, pick me

and take me for a ride.

in the car with Sheriff Tate?

Tom Robinson, son.

Where's he been?

In the Abbotsville jail.

Why?

The sheriff thought he'd be safer there.

They're bringing him back here tonight because his trial is tomorrow.

Good evening, Heck.

Evening, Mr. Fish.

Come in.

The news has gotten around the county about my bringing Tom Robertson back to

the jail.

I heard there might be trouble from that bunch out at Old Sarum.

If I need you to stay here tonight, can you do it?

Yes, sir, I can.

Thank you.

I think you better count on staying.

Yes, sir.

What's going on?

See, there he is. Over there.

No, Skip.

Don't go to him.

He might not like you.

I just wanted to see where he was and what he was up to.

He's all right. Let's go back home.

Come on.

He in there, Mr. Finch?

He is.

He's asleep.

Don't wake him.

You know what we want.

Get aside from that door, Mr. Finch.

Walter.

I think you ought to turn right around and go back home.

Heck, Tate's around here somewhere.

No, he ain't.

His bunch is out chasing that old ceremony looking for us. We know what he

so we come in this other way.

Yeah, you ain't never thought about that, had you, Mr. Pinch?

I thought about it.

I can't see Atticus.

Well, that changes things, son.

Atticus!

Hey,

Atticus.

Jim, go home.

And take Scout and Daryl home with you.

Son, I said go home.

No, sir.

Well, I'll send him home.

Don't do touchdowns! Let him go!

Let him go!

I don't do touchdowns.

Ain't nobody gonna do Jim that away.

Now, you get him out of here, Mr. Finch.

Jim, I want you to please leave.

No, sir. Jim?

I tell you, I ain't... going.

Hey, Mr. Cunningham.

I said, hey, Mr. Cunningham.

How's your internment getting along?

Don't you remember me, Mr. Cunningham?

I'm Jean Louise Finch.

You brought us some hair green nuts one early morning.

Thank you.

I go to school with your boy.

I go to school with Walter.

He's a nice boy.

Tell him pay for me, won't you?

You know something, Mr. Cunningham?

Entirements are bad.

Entirements.

Atticus, I was just saying to Mr. Cunningham that entirements... were bad.

But not to worry.

Takes a long time sometimes.

What's the matter?

I sure meant no harm, Mr. Cunningham.

No harm taken, young lady.

I'll tell Walter you said hey.

Let's clear out of here.

Let's go, boys.

I won't bother.

Anything could ever happen in this town.

Excellent. Just didn't know.

Mr. Sachs, are you going upstairs?

Yes, I am.

August 21st, I was just leaving my office to go home when Bob, Mr. Ewell,

in.

Very excited he was, and he said to get to his house as quick as I could, that

his girl had been raped.

I got in my car and went out there as fast as I could.

She was pretty well beat up.

I asked her if Tom Robinson beat her like that.

She said yes.

He had.

I asked if he'd taken advantage of her.

She said, yes, he did.

That's all there was to it.

Thank you.

Did anybody call a doctor, sir?

No, sir. Why not?

Well, I didn't think it was necessary.

She was pretty well beat up.

Something sure happened. It was obvious.

Now, Sheriff, you say that she was mighty beat up.

In what way?

Well, she was beaten around the head.

There were bruises already coming on her arms.

She had a black eye starting.

Which eye?

Let's see.

It was her left.

Well, now, was that, uh...

Was her left facing you or looking the way that you were?

Oh, yes, that they would make it her right eye.

It was her right eye, Mr. Finch, now I remember.

She was beat up on that side of her face.

Which side again, Heck?

Your right side.

She had bruises on her arms.

She showed me her neck. There were definite finger marks on her gullet.

Were all around her neck at the back of her

throat?

I'd say they were all around.

You sounds to us pale, too cold, too tough, but too tough, God.

I do. Sit down, please.

Now, Mr. Ewell, will you tell us, just in your own words, what happened on

August 21st?

Well, that night, I was coming in from the wood with a load of kindling, and I

heard Mayella screaming as I got to the fence.

So I dropped my kindling, and I ran just as fast as I could, but I ran into the

fence.

But when it got loose, I run up to the window and I seen him with my mayella.

What did you do after you saw the defendant?

I run around the house trying to get in, but he done run through the front door

just ahead of me.

But I seen who it was, all right.

I seen him.

in the house and told me I was laying on a floor spot.

And I ran to Mr. Tate just as quick as I could.

Thank you, Mr. Ewell.

Would you mind if I just ask you a few questions, Mr. Ewell?

No, sir. That's meant to show.

Folks are doing a lot of running that night.

Let's see now. You say that you ran to the house, you ran to the window, you

inside, you ran to me, you know, you ran to search.

Did you, during all this running, run for a dot?

There wasn't no need to. I seen you done it.

Now, Mr. Ewell, you've heard the sheriff's testimony. Do you agree with

description of Mayella's injuries?

I agree with everything Mr. Tate said.

Her eye was blacked.

She was mighty beat up.

Mighty beat up.

Now, Mr. Ewell, can you, uh... Can you read and write?

Yes, Mr.

Finch, I can read and I can write.

Good. And will you write your name, please, right there.

Show us.

What's that got to do with a judge?

I'm a God -fearing man.

That Atticus Pinch, he's trying to take advantage of me. You've got to watch

tricky lawyers like Atticus Pinch. Quiet.

Quiet, sir.

Now the witness may take his seat.

Put your hand on the Bible, please.

If you don't swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the

truth, say it to God.

Sit down, please.

Now, Mayella, suppose you tell us just what happened,

huh?

Wilson.

Sir.

I was sitting on the porch and he come along.

Well, there's this old shift rope in the yard.

And I said, you come in here, boy, and bust up this shift rope and I'll give

a nickel.

So he come on in the yard and I go in the house to get him the nickel.

And I turn around and...

and for I know what he's on me.

And I fought and hollered, but he had me around the neck, and he hit me again

and again.

And the next thing I knew, Papa's in the room was standing over me, hollering.

Your witness evidence.

Now, Miss Naylor, is your father good to you?

I mean, is he easy to get along with?

Death tolerable.

Except when he's drinking.

When he's riled, has he ever beaten you?

My paws never touched a hair on my head in my life.

You say that you asked Tom to come in and chop up a... What was it?

A chifero.

Was that the first time that you ever asked him to come inside the fence?

Yeah.

Didn't you ever ask him to come inside the fence before?

Can you remember any other occasion?

No.

You say he caught me, he choked me, and he took advantage of me. Is that right?

Do you remember him beating you about the face?

No.

I don't... recollect if he hit me.

Most certainly will.

Sitting right yonder.

Tom, will you stand up, please?

Let Miss Nayella have a good long look at you.

Will you please catch it with your left hand?

I can't, sir.

Why can't you?

I can't use my left hand at all.

I got it caught in a cotton gin when I was 12 years old.

All my muscles were tore loose.

Is this the man who raped you?

Well, it certainly is.

How?

I don't know how.

He done it.

He just done it.

You have testified that he choked you and he beat you.

You didn't say that he sneaked up behind you and knocked you out cold, but that

you turned around and there he was.

Do you want to tell us what really happened?

I got something to say.

Rest.

Let's go, chap of God.

Were

you

acquainted with Mayella Violet Ewell?

Yes, sir.

I had to pass her place, go into and from the field every day.

Is there any other way to go?

No, sir.

None's I know of.

And did she ever speak to you?

Why, yes, sir.

I'd tip my hat when I'd go by.

And one day she asked me to come inside the fence and bust up a shiffer oak

fall.

She'd give me the hatchet and I broke it up.

And then she said, I reckon I'll have to give you a nickel, won't I?

And I said, no, ma 'am, there ain't no charge.

Defense, that was way last spring.

Way over a year ago.

And did you ever go on the place again?

Yes, sir.

When?

Well, I went lots of times.

Seemed like every time I'd pass by yonder, she'd have some little something

me to do.

Chopping kindling and toting water for.

On the evening of August 21st of last year.

Mr. Finch, I was going home as usual that evening.

When I passed the Yule place, Miss Mayella was on the porch, like she said

was.

And she said for me to come there and help her a minute.

I went inside the fence and I looked around for some kindling to work on.

But I didn't see none.

And then she said to come in the house. She has a door and needs fixing.

So I followed her inside.

I looked at the door and it looked all right.

And she shut the door.

All the time I was wondering why it was so quiet like.

And then it come to me.

It was not a child on the place.

And I said, Miss Mayella, where are the children?

She said, they all gone to get ice creams.

She said it took her a slap year to save seven nickels. But she done it.

And they all gone to town.

What did you say then?

Oh, I said something like, uh, why, Miss Mayella, that's right

nicely. Treat him.

She said, you think so?

Well, I said, I'd best be going. I couldn't do nothing for it.

And she said, oh, yes, I could.

And I asked her, what?

And she said to just step on the chair yonder and And get that box down from on

top of the chifero.

So I done like she told me.

And I was reaching.

And the next thing I know, she grabbed me around the legs.

She scared me so bad, I hopped down and turned the chair over.

That was the only thing.

Only furniture disturbed in the room, Mr. Finch. I swear, when I left it.

And what happened after you turned the chair over?

You've sworn to tell the whole truth.

Will you do it?

What happened after that?

She reached up and kissed me on the face.

She said she'd never kissed a grown man before.

And she might as well kiss me.

She says for me to kiss her back.

And I said, Miss Mayella, let me out of here.

And I tried to run.

Mr. Yule cussed at her from the window.

I was running so fast.

I don't know what happened.

Tom, did you rape Mayella Ewell?

I did not, sir.

Did you harm her in any way?

You're busting up shipper robes and kindling with one hand, aren't you?

Strong enough to choke the breath out of a woman and sling her to the floor?

I've never done that, sir. But you're strong enough to.

I reckon so, sir.

How

come

you saw all fired anxious to do that woman's chores?

Looks like she didn't have nobody to help her.

Like I said, she... With Mr. Yule and seven children on the place?

You did all this chopping and work out of sheer goodness, boy?

You might a good fella, it seems.

Did all that for not one penny.

Yes, sir.

I felt right sorry for her.

She seemed...

You felt sorry for her.

A white woman?

You felt sorry for her.

To begin with, this case should never have come to trial. The state has not

produced one iota of medical evidence that the crime Tom Robertson is charged

with ever took place.

It has relied instead upon the testimony of two witnesses whose evidence

has not only been called into serious question on cross -examination,

but has been flatly contradicted by the defendant.

There is circumstantial evidence to indicate that Mayella Ewell was beaten

savagely by someone who led almost exclusively

with his left.

And Tom Robinson now sits before you, having taken the oath with the only good

hand he possesses.

is right.

I have nothing but pity in my heart for the chief

witness for the state.

She is the victim of cruel poverty and ignorance.

My pity does not extend so far as to her putting a man's life at stake,

which she has done in an effort to get rid of her own guilt.

Now I say guilt, gentlemen, because it was guilt

that motivated her.

She's committed no crime.

She has merely broken a rigid and time -honored code of our society.

A code so severe that whoever breaks it is hounded from our midst, is unfit to

live with.

She must destroy the evidence of her offense.

But what was the evidence of her offense, Tom Robinson?

A human being.

She must put Tom Robinson away from her.

Tom Robinson was to her a daily reminder of what she did.

Now, what did she do?

She tempted a Negro.

She was white, and she tempted a Negro.

She did something that in our society is unspeakable.

She kissed a black man.

Not an old uncle, but a strong, young, Negro man.

No code mattered to her before she broke it, but it came crashing down on her

afterwards.

The witnesses for the state, with the exception of the sheriff of Macon

have presented themselves to you gentlemen through this court in the

confidence that their testimony would not be doubted.

Confident that you gentlemen would go along with them on the assumption,

the evil assumption, that all Negroes lie.

All Negroes are basically immoral beings.

All Negro men are not to be trusted around our women.

An assumption that one associates with minds of their caliber.

And which is in itself, gentlemen, a lie.

Which I do not need to point out to you.

humble, respectable Negro, who has had the unmitigated temerity to

feel sorry for a white woman, has had to put his word against two

white people.

The defendant is not guilty, but somebody in this courtroom is.

Now, gentlemen, in this country, our courts

are the great levelers.

In our courts, all men are created

equal.

I'm no idealist to believe firmly in the integrity of our courts and of our jury

system.

That's no ideal to me. That is a living, working reality.

I am confident that you gentlemen will review without

passion the evidence that you have heard,

come to a decision, and restore this man

to his family.

How long's the jury been out now, Reverend?

Well, let's see.

Almost two hours now.

I think that's an awful good sign.

Don't you?

Gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

the defendant please rise and face the jury.

What is your verdict?

We find the defendant guilty as charged.

is dismissed.

Court adjourned.

I'll go to see Helen first thing tomorrow morning. I told her not to be

disappointed. We'd probably lose this one.

Miss Jean Louise?

Miss Jean Louise, stand up.

Your father's passing.

Atticus?

I... I'm sorry, Atticus.

Well, thank you, Marty.

Atticus, can I see you for a minute?

Will you excuse me?

Yes, ma 'am.

I don't know if it'll help, but... I want to say this to you.

There are some men in this world who... who are born to do our unpleasant jobs

for us.

Your father's one of them.

What's the matter, Atticus?

Tom Robinson's dead.

They were taking him to Abbotsville for safekeeping.

Tom broke loose and ran.

The deputy...

Called out to him to stop him.

Tom didn't stop.

He shot at him to wound him.

And missed his aim.

The deputy says... Tom just ran

like a crazy man.

Last thing I told him was not to lose a heart that we'd ask for an appeal.

We had such a good chance.

We had more than a good chance.

Go out and tell his family.

You look after the children, Marty.

Atticus?

You want me to go with you?

No, son.

You'd better go out there alone.

Atticus?

Hello, Mr. Finch. I'm Spence, Tom's father.

Hello, Spence.

Is Helen here?

Yes, sir. She's inside, lying down, trying to get a little sleep.

We've been talking about the appeal, Mr. Finch. How long do you think it'll

take?

Mr. Spence, there isn't going to be any appeal.

Not now.

Tommy did.

Boy.

Go inside and tell Atticus Finch I said come out here.

Go on, boy.

By October, things had settled down again.

I still looked for Boo every time I went by the Radley place.

This night, my mind was filled with Halloween.

There was to be a pageant representing our county's agricultural products.

I was to be a ham.

Jim said he would escort me to the school auditorium.

Thus began our longest journey together.

waiting for us.

All right, I'm coming.

But I feel like a fool walking home like this.

Well, it's not my fault you lost your dress.

I didn't lose it. Just can't find it.

Where are your shoes?

Can't find them either.

You can get them tomorrow.

But tomorrow's Sunday.

You can get the janitor to let you in. Come on.

Here, Scout. Let me hold it on to you before you break your neck.

Ma 'am, you don't have to hold me.

What's the matter?

Hush a minute, Scout.

Thought I heard something.

It's not bad. I hear it when we're walking along.

When we stop, I don't hear it anymore.

Oh, yeah, my costume rustling.

Halloween gotcha.

I hear it now.

I bet it's just old Cecil and Jacob trying to scare us.

No! No!

You go and tell Dr. Reynolds to come over. Yes, sir.

You all right?

Yes, sir.

Are you sure?

Yes, sir.

Sheriff Tate, please.

Is Jim dead?

No. He's unconscious.

We don't know how badly he's hurt until the doctor gets here.

Heck.

Atticus French.

Someone's been after my children.

He's got a bad break, so far as I can tell.

Somebody tried to wring his arm off.

I'll be right back, Atticus.

mules lying on the ground under that tree down yonder with a kitchen knife

up under his ribs.

He's dead, Mr. Finch.

We're not going to bother these children anymore.

Miss Scout, do you think you could tell us what happened?

I don't know.

All of a sudden, somebody grabbed me. Knocked me down on the ground.

Jim found me then.

Then Mr. Ewell, I reckon, grabbed him again.

And Jim hollered.

Then somebody grabbed me.

Mr. Ewell, I guess.

Somebody grabbed him.

Then I heard someone panting and coughing.

Then I saw someone carrying Jim.

Well, who was it?

Well, there he is, Mr. Tate.

He'll tell you his name.

Who? Miss Jean Louise.

Mr. Arthur Radley.

I believe he already knows you.

Hector, let's go out on the front.

You'd like to say goodnight to Jim, Mr. Arthur?

You can pet him, Mr. Arthur.

He's asleep.

You couldn't if he was awake, though.

He wouldn't let you.

Let him swing, Mr. Arthur.

I guess that the thing to do

is... Good Lord.

I must be losing my memory.

I can't remember whether Jim is 12 or 13.

have to come before the county court.

Of course, it's a clear -cut case of self -defense.

I'll, uh... Well, I'll run down to the office. Mr. Finch, do you

think Jim killed Bob Ewell? Is that what you think?

Your boy never stabbed him.

on his knife.

He killed himself.

There's a black man dead for no reason.

Now the man responsible for it is dead.

Let the dead bury the dead this time, Mr. Finch.

I never heard Teller was against the law for any citizen to do his utmost to

prevent a crime from being committed, which is exactly what he did.

But maybe you'll tell me it's my duty to tell the town all about it, not to hush

it up.

Well, you know what'll happen then.

All the ladies in Macomb, including my wife, will be knocking on his door

bringing angel food cakes.

To my way of thinking.

Taking one man who's done you and this town a big service and dragging him with

his shy ways into the limelight.

To me, that's a sin.

It's a sin, and I'm not about to have it on my head.

I may not be much, Mr. Finch, but I'm still sheriff of Macomb County.

And Bob Ewell fell on his knife.

Good night, sir.

Mr. Tate was right.

Well, it would be sort of like

shooting a mockingbird, wouldn't it?

Thank you, Arthur.

Thank you for my children.

Neighbors bring food with death.

And flowers were sickness and little things in between.

Boo was our neighbor.

He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain,

a knife, and our lives.

One time, Atticus said...

You never really knew a man until you stood in his shoes and walked around in

them.

Just standing on the Radley porch was enough.

The summer that had begun so long ago had ended.

And another summer had taken its place.

And a fall.

And Boo Radley had come out.

I was to think of these days many times, of Jim and Dill and Boo Radley

and Tom Robinson and Atticus.

He would be in Jem's room all night.

And he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.