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I need you to understand something.

This ain't just about registering bullets.

People have been beaten for this.

Some have been killed.

The dark-haired young man seated at the center of the group was Andrew Goodman.

Tonight, Goodman and fellow volunteers Michael Schwerner and James Chaney are

the focus of the nation's concern.

They've been missing since Sunday.

Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner were in Mississippi for the Freedom Summer Civil

Rights Initiative.

working to register Negro voters.

Deputy Sheriff Cecil Price says he detained them for driving 65 in a 30

mile an hour zone.

They were released that evening.

that have disappeared and the persons who may be responsible for their

disappearance.

body's editing you don't get real tired of action i just i just i just don't

know nothing you don't know nothing okay

oh here's the wind up that's the bottom of the

night the bases are loaded coming to the plate folks is the grim reaper reaper

checks the swings

You ain't like them blooper boys, are you?

You different.

Yeah.

I'm ahead of you.

Oh, here's the one.

What's the fastball? Wait, wait, wait, wait.

We're gonna have to start all over again. You don't want to start all over.

You could have saved yourself a little discomfort as you just shared that

information out here, right?

New guy just trying to look busy.

Ah, come on, man. Don't do me like that.

I'm just trying to educate myself on what's going on down here.

It's like case after case, unsolved, unsolved, unsolved.

Make me wonder why Hoover even hired Negroes in the FBI.

Because he black.

Grandpappy was a slaver. Mama was half black in child talk.

That's why he get those white boys some murder pads.

He don't want people picking up on that one drop of nigga he got in him.

Man, you better kill all that noise.

We'll eat McCarthy all up, black asses.

Excuse me, I need some more.

Wayne Strider, sir.

From Chicago?

Yes, sir.

But I'm originally from Mississippi, Hattiesburg.

I'd like to assist in the Klan investigation.

Why do you join the Bureau, Agent Strider?

Because I believe in justice.

And I believe that Negroes have to be a part of getting it.

Well, I need to get back to this work if I stand any chance of seeing my wife

before she goes to bed.

Good night.

You came back to Mississippi to make a difference, and you are.

And just by being here.

At least in Chicago, I worked cases.

I wouldn't bring it down doors, but I was a part of the investigation.

This ain't Chicago, Wayne.

You're ready for the world, baby. This world ain't ready for you.

Yet.

But it will be and when it is

Being

here

helps me understand

I did not before.

Mississippi makes you work for it.

This place does not suffer fools gladly.

You've been here for three weeks. You already got us figured out.

No, I hope I never figure you out, Wayne Strider.

is a uniquely American one.

It's the struggle for freedom, for justice.

It's the very struggle that this country was built on.

And we have a potent weapon in our hearts.

It's the ballot, brothers and sisters.

Listen, I am not saying that the ballot can fix everything.

But it's a voice.

And if it don't mean that much, how come they so hell bent on not letting us have

it?

It's a proclamation that we hear.

That we matter.

So here's what I'm going to do.

I'm a blessed man, y'all.

Buy from my store.

You work my land. You make it possible for me to provide for my family.

So I say that when a man has enough, it's his obligation to give some of it

back. You tell everyone you know that if they can't pay their poll tax,

Vernon Damon will pay it for them.

percent of the black population are registered to vote and in some districts

they're forced to pay a two dollar poll tax to do so it's important that we get

negroes out large enough with the vote it'll be the coalition of the negro vote

and the moderate right vote that really makes a new style possible

you leave fancy Chicago, come all the way down here to this dusty old town.

He lied to me.

He promised me a big old house to fill up with kids.

Daddy, can I just get two more cookies? Of course you can, sweetheart.

Give them to your brother.

Yes, Mama.

Just like that.

Don't get too big a house. Then you might need to make too many babies to

fill it up.

Yeah, you know about that, don't you?

And you chose to come back.

He never really left.

It's not in his heart.

He always said, America won't be right until

Mississippi is right.

Is that what I always say?

Thank God I got some poets with me.

them again.

Hang up on them then.

That phone been ringing off the hook ever since Vernon started paying folks

pro taxes.

We get hateful calls all the time.

Leave us alone.

He gonna keep calling Vernon.

Well, if it ring again, I'll unplug it.

about that nonsense.

We here to celebrate the return of the prodigal son, Wayne Strada, our very own

Elliot Ness.

Yeah!

That's right.

So, my dear, look at you.

And just the fact that you are a bonaparte agent of none other than the

Federal Bureau of Investigation, well, that's important.

It wasn't enough that he owns this cotton machine.

No, he's making more money than any of us.

While a white family in this county doesn't know where their next meal is

going to come from.

There was a time, not too long ago, where a nigger wouldn't so

much as whisper the word vote.

And now, that son of a bitch is on the radio

buying votes.

We took this land first.

We took a savage nation into the greatest country the world has ever

known.

We are God's chosen people.

Our father's fathers spilled their blood.

so that this land could nourish our sons forever.

That bird, Daniel, is a thief.

dear Bible, comes the story of Calvary's rugged yet holy cross.

This cross is the

sign of the Christian religion sanctified and made holy nearly 19

centuries ago by the suffering and blood of 50 million moms.

who died in our most holy faith.

The cross inspired the Crusaders in their perilous attempt to rescue the

Holy Land from the Hades and is being used tonight to rally the forces

of Christianity against an ever-increasing horde of Antichrists.

and follow the principle of pure Americanism.

I'm right here, baby.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, baby.

Are you going to have me? Come now, baby. I'll be right behind you.

I'll be right behind you.

I'm sorry baby.

Thank you for your son.

We pray that the soul is with you and I've never met a finer person.

And we know that we walk through the valley of the shadow of the devil. You

fear no evil for God. You are with us.

You brought us here for a reason.

Fuck you think you're doing, boy?

FBI.

Ain't not.

You see this?

I don't see shit.

Did you learn anything?

None we didn't already know.

Sir,

you can tell the president that this has our full attention.

It's our top priority.

Our men are out in strength as we speak.

I understand, sir. I will keep you updated.

Hooper, we just got off with Johnson.

It seems the president feels that these boys are making a mockery of his voting

rights legislation.

That segregation is over.

Say something.

Nobody's talking to us down in Hattiesburg, Roy.

Negroes and whites alike.

They're all terrified of retribution from the Klan.

Doesn't matter how many agents we have canvassing down there.

Nobody's going to tell us anything.

Not willingly, that is.

So what do you want to do, Roy?

Hey, I'm home.

Daddy.

Daddy.

Who's Junior?

He's been in his room since school. I mean, he knows the stereotype.

Oh, my God. What happened?

Who did this to you?

Some guys at school.

It's nothing.

Nothing?

Names? Now?

Yeah. I'm eating dinner.

With my kids?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

I'm coming.

Let's get this over with. I'm with my clone.

We need to get down south.

We're going back to Hattiesburg.

What, more Jews gone missing?

Negro. Voting rights activists.

Murdered by the Klan. I heard that before. Who cares? I ain't going.

It's not a request.

Listen real carefully.

Fuck you. I ain't going.

Unless you want Joe Colombo to know who you really work for.

You're on a plane.

Got it?

It's all there.

Ticket.

Motel and mobile.

Check in. Wait to be contacted.

Same deal.

File room.

Special agents drive.

Yes, sir.

yes sir right away who was that

thank

you

special agent

strider there may be an opportunity for you to assist in the damer murder

investigation

Your background and your familiarity with the area and the local players make

you an ideal candidate for this. This is entirely off the books.

No one knows.

No one can know.

Might this be of interest to you?

Very much.

Now, you would be partnered with a special investigator who's uniquely

qualified for this job.

You will pick him up at this hotel in Mobile.

You will take him to the highway that owes the motor lodge just outside of

Hattiesburg.

You will give him this briefcase.

You will not open the briefcase, and you will do exactly what this man says.

You will find witnesses, and you will get signed statements.

You will not discuss this case with anybody.

Any questions?

Samuel Bowers is behind this, right?

Identifying those responsible is his assignment.

You are to be his handler.

Only.

Anything else?

No, sir.

Well, then off you go.

The fuck are you supposed to be?

Special Agent Wayne Strider, FBI.

We'll be working together.

Get the fuck out of here.

I call the G-Man.

I'm supposed to bring you this.

Hey, hi, honey.

Hi, honey.

Come in.

Are you shy?

This is working. I told you.

I'm going to take care of my business.

What's the matter, Eddie?

I'm very dumb. Are you FBI?

Is that Eddie who's supposed to drive me to him?

I am not your driver. I'm your handler.

All right, well, we're going to need to handle her to the airport before her

husband gets worried.

We will put her in a cab. We have a long drive back to Hattiesburg.

Get dressed, baby.

She's going to fix your cab.

I'm not finished.

Easy.

Wow.

I'll take this off.

Me too.

I'll just meet you outside.

You don't want to watch?

Yeah,

boy

Guess you won't measure up.

So, uh, when do we start letting you moans in anyway?

What's that? Was y'all called Negro or something?

What, New Jersey?

Hey, I ain't from fucking New Jersey.

I'm from Bensonhurst, motherfucker.

Brooklyn? Mm-hmm.

Gotta be the first one, though, right?

Huh? I mean, tell me I'm not sitting next to the Jackie fucking Robinson of

the FBI.

What's the matter? Can't I hear you talking? I know you can fucking speak.

Hello?

James Wormley Jones.

Who's that?

First Negro special agent appointed in 1919.

James Amos in 1921. Earl Thomas and Thomas Leon Jefferson in 22.

There's been a bunch.

Two others working in my office right now.

You're the first one I ever seen.

You're gonna shit yourself.

Just tell him you're fed for Christ's sake. Get out of here.

We're on an empty highway at night in Alabama, and I'm a Negro agent working

in the Bureau.

Only thing these fellas hate more than people like me or people who work where

I work.

Fucking...

What crime are you two running from?

No, sir.

Where are you heading?

Hattiesburg, sir.

What's in Hattiesburg?

Uh, Motel.

On US 49.

Hmm.

Motel, huh?

Yes, sir.

Y'all queers.

Hey.

Something funny?

Where you from?

New Jersey.

I need identification from both of y'all now.

I ain't driving. You don't need shit from me.

You don't tell me what I need.

ID.

Now.

What the hell you got here?

What is this?

I work for the government. I'm just taking them home, that's all.

No trouble?

No trouble.

Impersonate the G-man.

Get out of the car.

Now!

Oh, wait.

What are you doing?

Wait. No.

No.

All right. That was fun.

No, he's fucked.

Let's go.

Drop your weapon.

You gotta be kidding me.

Drop your weapon.

I really have no fucking idea what the fuck you're doing, Jackie Robinson.

I'm gonna say this one more time. Drop your fucking weapon!

Hey, do not.

Look around.

There's no witness.

There's no weapons.

There's no crime.

Let's get out of here.

You ever hurt anybody before?

I didn't think so.

You're supposed to do the fucking cuffing.

Fucking unbelievable.

All right, you got me. You fucking got me.

The fuck are you doing?

I know you're not going to call this in.

Don't tell anybody about this. I'm just going to say it was you.

What do you think they believe?

This fucking guy.

Un-fucking-believable.

It's your first fucking date?

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, wipe it off.

You touched the fucking thing. Wipe it off now.

I'm starving. Let's go.

Bet you never seen that before.

Whatever the fuck I want, there's no rules.

Or what they didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

This ain't my first rodeo, Jackie. I was down here two years ago doing this.

Doing what? What I do. What do you think?

Miss Byrne?

The Freedom Summit murders?

That was me.

I'm the one who saw that.

You guys found those dead college kids because of me.

I'm like James fucking Bond.

Come on.

That was nice.

So handsome.

Okay.

Got it.

Okay.

Two hands, please.

Okay, how am I sure I can do this?

You're firing like you're scared.

If you stand like this, you need a strong base.

Show me.

Put your left foot a little bit in front of your right foot. Mm-hmm.

Pay attention.

I am paying attention. A little bit in front of your right. Okay.

Like you're about to punch somebody.

I never punched nobody a day in my life. I don't know what you're talking about.

You need to protect yourself, my love.

From who?

Everybody.

Here you go. Two hands.

Strong hand on top.

Pull the trigger. Don't squeeze.

OK.

Woo!

Annie Oakley over here.

What is wrong with you?

I just got put on a special assignment.

Baby, that's amazing.

That is exactly what we wanted.

Yeah.

Come in.

Yeah, I told you.

Don't bet against the fucking Yankees. What the fuck's the matter with you?

Mickey Miller's the best who ever did it.

Yeah, you gotta bet on the winner.

Get the fuck out of here.

The Yankees won the World Series seven times in 11 years. Yeah.

51, 52, 53, 56, 58, 61, and 62.

Yeah. You keep bad like that, your work's going to be done, so you run off

with the fucking milkman. Even worse, you'll be laid up in the fucking bed

with that colored fucking bookie you got.

It's your boss, Agent Rose.

Hey, he wants to talk to you.

Hold on, he's taking his sweet fucking time.

Anything to report?

Come on, Barney. If I tell him what we did the other night, you don't want to

tell him?

I'm sorry. I've got to do a report.

Okay.

Okay? I told you you ain't got no fucking rules.

Now, come on, Jake. Can't I get a fucking smile, please?

Gilman's Gun Shop, you heard of it?

The revolver found at Damon's wasn't registered to nobody, but it was sold

from right here.

I guess Bobby Gilman wanted to keep it off books, huh?

Come on.

It's against protocol for me to join you in there. That's not part of my

assignment. Protocol?

What the fuck is that?

Look, if I stay here, you're doing it.

Unless you want to be assigned somewhere else?

Call your boss.

You do what I say.

Let's go. Come on. You're coming in.

Look, man, I live in this town, man.

I can't just walk into an open gun shop. That ain't how things work in

Mississippi. Walk into a gun shop so they can put a bullet in my head and get

a prize for it.

No, I know how things work, okay? Listen to me. We go in there, we ask a few

questions, we get some information, we have a little fun, we're gone. Let's go.

Mr. Gilman, I'm Special Agent Strider, FBI.

Say what now?

You

see that?

FBI.

Lean that aside.

colored federal agent.

22 Magnum Room found at the home of Vernon Damon Firebomb by the Klan was

sold from your shop.

Now the problem is you didn't register it to who you sold it to.

How did unregistered guns sold from your shop end up at a crime scene?

Right fucking now.

Put it back.

Time for you to leave my shop.

You too.

Now this is getting good.

Get out, or I'll blow a hole right through this nigger.

All right.

You bury him in the back.

Don't do it. I mean it.

I'll shoot you too, you greasy son of a bitch.

Christ almighty.

I've sold thousands of guns.

I can't remember every single one of them.

My moral nephew, William, he worked for me several times.

He was always messing up, mixing up numbers and letters. He must have

mislabeled it.

Please, sir, if it was a mislabeled gun, I can't tell you who it belonged to.

Jackie, I don't believe this shit. I'm telling the truth.

Please.

Let's go.

Give me a minute.

I got it. I got it.

Give me your fucking name.

Who'd you sell the gun to?

Don't lie to me.

You no good hillbilly motherfucker.

Last time I asked, who'd you sell the gun to?

Please.

Please. I don't know none.

All right, all right, all right, all right.

No!

Well, okay.

You want to ask him some more questions?

anything that was obvious. What the fuck is wrong with you?

I needed to be sure.

Bullshit.

This ain't business, and you are not here to amuse yourself. This is an

official investigation, and you will not prevent me from apportioning the law.

You understand me, motherfucker?

Your rules ain't shit.

That's why they brought me down here, dummy.

Do you really want to be the color guy who lets these redneck folks off the

hook?

Jackie fucking Robinson.

I ain't shining no fucking shoes. I'm cracking fucking heads.

Jesus fucking Christ What am I here, on vacation?

You don't know nothing about nothing, man. How am I supposed to explain racism

to somebody like you?

I'm just saying, you get some guns, you solve your problems real quick.

I didn't use necessity.

I like that.

Yeah, more killing.

That's exactly what we need. That worked out real well for us. That's a good

idea.

You know what? On second thought, maybe you should read that book.

Learn something.

I don't know why we don't just go over to this fucking Bowers guy's house right

now and put him to sleep instead of Mickey Mouse around this whole fucking

hill of the town.

Just making people disappear does not solve the problem. We don't make cases.

Put them in jail for breaking the law.

And make it public. Let these crackers know their consequences.

Crackers? Yeah, crackers.

What, you never heard of that? No. What's that supposed to mean?

Saltine cream.

White.

Saltine. No flavor.

White man.

I swear.

What about you?

What is it with you?

Chocolate, delicious.

I could touch you the whole way.

You the fuck up.

Yeah.

You missed the target for the highway, right?

The fuck are we doing here?

I am going to talk to a potential witness, and you are going to stay right

here. Why?

Because I don't need you to bash her head open.

She ain't going to talk to no white folks anyway.

Hey there, old friend.

He's coming up my steps. Hey.

Look at you all grown now.

It's good to be home.

I heard you brought a pretty young city girl to Damon's house the other day.

That's my wife, Alice.

From Chicago.

Chicago?

Can she cook?

Yes, ma'am.

Would you see that night, Ms. Rebecca?

Night that burn burns.

You don't want nothing to do with all that trouble.

I work for the FBI, Ms. Rebecca.

Trouble is what I do.

Is that right?

that go unanswered

it

was a couple of pickers the blue one had the tail light busted out on one

side pulled out

Swung around in the dark like an evil eye, I do recall that.

Pretty sure Mr. Damon shot at it a couple of times as it was driving him.

You tell the FBI that?

I ain't tell them white boys in no suits or nothing.

They come around here, I ain't got nothing to say to no authorities.

I don't want my house burnt down, too. You understand?

Hey.

Not yet.

Who's this?

That's my driver.

Got anything?

Maybe. But he's smart.

You know the ladies in the neighborhood. Always the ones that always want

everything, aren't they?

I'm starving.

I know a spot.

Offices, searching mechanic shops for this blue pickup.

Broke his back leg, propeller damage.

Last time I was here, I got the best bacon I've had in my fucking life.

Nobody fries shit better than you people.

Bacon is bacon, asshole.

Get what I want.

They don't tell you shit, do they?

Let's just say there's a point where everybody talks.

So not real police work, then?

Fuck, do I look like police?

They brought me down here last time.

I did what I do, and I found those poor kids.

And I didn't pray or march or sit down at some fucking lunch counter.

I knocked some fucking heads around and I cracked the case.

You free, Jackie?

You're free to fuck with anybody who fucks with you.

You got your gun, you got your badge.

Now you gotta grow some balls.

If this thing goes right, it could be a big change for you.

Might even get to meet Uber, get your picture on a wall.

How about that, huh?

You're welcome.

Can I get you started with some drinks?

Go ahead.

How you like it?

Like it.

Well, can we do it Thursday?

Because I think the turnover will be better.

Wait.

Let me call you back.

My husband just walked in.

Yep.

You look like you had a hell of a day.

Hey, Rosanna.

Hey, Wayne. You hungry?

Fix your plate.

Oh, well.

What's all this?

We put together a march after Vernon's funeral.

Figured I'm a local now, so I'm getting involved.

Are you sure you won't be doing all this, Miss Hanna? You really shouldn't

be putting all this stress on yourself.

No, Vernon didn't have nothing.

So I will be working. Thank you very much.

Can you tell me what's going on?

Nothing.

Hey.

Do not do that.

Sorry.

I don't want you getting involved.

It's too dangerous here.

Okay.

You're the one in the FBI.

You're the one who got me.

to come down here.

So if there is danger, it is because you brought us into it.

Now we're here.

Just like you, you know.

Nah, fuck.

That was for combat.

My brother started going the wrong way, fella. Local boss.

Can't do him charge for him.

My contract was out. My father begged me to come home and get him on the right

track like me.

But that broke shovel called my father. Busted him out every day.

Talk about getting treated good.

My father's a wop.

Know what that is?

Without papers.

The colors of white people at one step above the dirty fucking Irish.

Anyway, my brother tells me he's got to wait for me to make $200 in an hour.

Couldn't make $200 in a month shoveling coal.

Of course, I said yes.

Before I know it, a wise guy's handed me a gun wrapped in a rag and started just

like that.

Then on, here we are.

Who gives a fuck?

Doesn't matter.

You people think you're doing something.

You just shovel in that coal, man. Vote, don't vote, whatever. It's all bullshit

anyway.

And what would you do if he was a Negro?

You boys find it fast, huh?

Yeah.

This shop is owned by a known Klan member, so... It's best I sit this one

out.

Oh, I didn't see that one coming.

Hey.

Keep your hands to yourself.

We already drawing a lot of attention.

I ain't all about the leather.

I got a finesse game too, you know.

Yeah, I've been trying to find that dead pickup all day.

I'm the guy who knocked the taillight in.

It smacked right in two when I was distracted.

You need something, sir?

Well, no, I'm not sure I really can't say.

Say what you want to.

Yeah, I was passing this diner, sweating bullets, figured I'd grab a cold Coke,

get off my ass for a minute.

I walk in.

And here she is, behind the counter.

Fine-looking thing.

Color girl.

I'm talking black, it's midnight.

Smooth as whiskey and built like a dream I shouldn't be having.

Don't you tell nobody now.

No, I'm saying nothing to nobody.

So I sidle up to the counter, looking cool as hell.

She leans over with that smile and she says, what can I get you, sweetheart?

And right then I'm banging my door.

Maybe the world ain't as complicated as folks make it out to be.

Maybe it's just me hiring this coat.

And then she spots my wedding ring.

Yeah, she gives me that look.

I know that look. I know, I know. God damn it.

Silly for me forgetting about the messes. Yeah.

I got out of there, hopped in the truck, and plowed straight into a park or

across the street.

Took the tail light clean off.

Yeah.

That's a good start.

Yeah, the thing is, the truck, the other truck was involved

in a different sort of accident.

That's the truck I'm looking for.

Tell you what, sure would like to make a worthy while.

You in on this one?

Hey.

We need him alive.

I told him.

Whatever you say.

It's just a matter of when.

We gonna talk, Billy

boy.

that you was involved with the murder of Ernie Damon.

Now, who else was with you that night?

What the fuck do you guys think you are, busting into my house like you did?

I ain't telling you nothing.

I definitely ain't telling you nothing.

I'm calling the fucking sheriff.

Finally.

You ain't calling no goddamn body.

Listen, Billy.

We got a witness.

Put your truck at the scene.

That's right.

So this is your chance.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't be stupid.

You know what they do to skinny white boys up in Yonzee City?

Cut your time, Billy Roy.

Give up hours in the risk of time.

You're the man speaking to you.

So open up a little bit, right?

Yeah, you wanna get chatty, huh?

Is there your dog out there?

You know what?

I ain't losing that fucking dog anymore.

And you're nice if you don't talk.

Fucking psychopaths. It's about to pop.

What the fuck is wrong with you? FBI, you under arrest.

We're taking you in.

And you will tell us what we need to know.

Yeah, you got us, man.

Do your thing.

It's on the wrist.

Holy shit.

You black bastard. I saved your life.

You owe me for that one. You letting them beat up on me? How the fuck is the

matter with you? I was letting you do it your way. They was about to have one

more dead nigga on their resume.

You've been hanging from a tree right now.

You mother fucker.

Come on.

Yeah, like you ain't got no rules.

You gonna tell that to Joe Colombo, Vito Genovese, or whoever the fuck it is. You

better watch your fucking mouth, you hear me? You don't know what the fuck

you're talking about. You know what?

You're worse than the fucking clan.

They may be devils, but at least they believe in something.

What you believe in? I believe in me, motherfucker.

Oh, Merida?

Cold assignments?

That's bullshit.

You walk around here in your fucking fancy suits, your little toothpicks.

Like you're a fucking big man.

You're just a fucking rat.

What the fuck you call me? Another snitch working for the G.

I ain't no fucking rat. I'm here helping you and your people. Doing the job you

two fucking scared to do. Yeah, I'm done. Yeah, I've been trying to make a

fucking man out of you. I'm done.

Your orders will leave him alone

She chose to leave him on the side of the goddamn road.

like this.

I'm not going anywhere.

Allison, I can't have this conversation with you right now. Wayne, listen to me.

Wherever you're going, I'm going.

What I have to do, you cannot be a part of. It's not safe.

It's not safe for you either.

They could kill you.

This is our home. This will be our children's home. We cannot let these

animals take that from us. Jesus Christ, you're so fucking stubborn.

We can't run forever

I

love you I love you

too

You left me. We're done, remember?

What are you going to say when you're done?

I'll tell you when you're done.

They came for me.

My wife.

Get your shit and get in the fucking car.

Let's end this, and then you can go home.

That's what I've been waiting for.

Let's go.

Motherfucker who shut up my house.

What now?

Now we wait.

That was fucking boring, man. That's me.

I did.

When I was a kid, I burned a cop's car.

You? Dudley Duane?

Cop car?

No, a cop's car.

I wanted his car, not the gun.

My friend stole some gum from the grocery store.

One of these deputies, he was right outside. He chased us.

About half a mile from here, right down that road.

state trooper broke his arm, broke his jaw.

He dropped out of school. I never did see him again after that summer.

I found out where that cop lived.

I set his fucking car on fire.

But he deserved it.

Godfrey, how about that?

I don't know why I'm telling you. This fucking guy.

When a guy gets away with something, he's pissed about it. Yeah, well, I

don't like people getting away with shit.

We can get with something that happens, will ya?

Salam.

You make a fucking noise, I'll kill you right here, you hear me?

Look at you, full of surprises.

There is a man from New York, ain't you?

Yeah.

All that you're gonna do to me, what you done to Henry, I ain't no pussy freak.

Sounds like a challenge.

I love a challenge.

What'd you say?

Did you say something?

You know, I don't. But my friend here does.

I don't get paid if you tell him what he wants to know.

It says here you got a mother. It is in that chest.

Here's what's going to happen.

I'm going to get up tomorrow.

I'm going to go in the chest.

And I'm going to find your mama.

And I'm going to carve her up.

Piece by piece like a Thanksgiving turkey.

How's that sound to you?

This freak won't even save his own mother.

Get down on your knees.

Get in front of your boyfriend.

What the fuck are you all thinking with all of this?

Are you thinking we're going to get in some sort of trouble?

These are niggas for Christ's sakes.

This is Mississippi.

Get his shorts down.

Get his fucking shorts down now.

Get his dick out. Oh, come on.

Get his fucking shorts down fucking now.

Hey, hey.

Get him off.

Just kill me.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

You're going to feel this every last slice, you motherfucker.

Stop. Stop.

Please, don't tell you. I'll tell you.

It was Sam Bowers.

Speak.

And the other house.

What other house?

That nigger old lady with the big mouth that lived across the street.

Do you see where you are You

see your friend over there

I don't want to see my face again.

Then you keep your mouth shut about this and you testify.

Unless you want to be swinging from the bridge.

Who else?

Nice and loud, nice and clear.

Charles Snowball.

Melvin Martin.

Fourteen names.

Signed a seal.

Not bad.

What the fuck's the matter with you?

It's a great day.

And you're the only colored guy in the world who gets to kill a white man and

get away with it.

And look, not for nothing, but the bosses, they're always going to need

guys like us to do these things.

Then I gotta do it.

That's why they're the bosses.

Time for me to go.

See you around, Jackie Robinson.

Local Hattiesburg businessman Lawrence Bird signed a 22-page confession

detailing his and 13 others' involvement in the murder of Vernon Dahmer.

This confession was the result of tireless work on part of both local and

federal law enforcement authorities.

Protection of all citizens' civil rights is a priority for the Federal Bureau of

Investigation.

Somebody's gotta make them. But someone's always gotta break them. And

it's you.

You.

You're the one.

When you're trying to go away.

You just always.

Bye. Bye.

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

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