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Before you go knocking on doors,

I need you to understand something,

this ain't just about registering votes.

People have been beaten for less, 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.

They paid the fine and I released them.

They got in their car and left.

That's the last time we saw any of them.

Sometimes they break quickly,

other times it's a prolonged effort.

This may be a prolonged effort,

but it will be continued until it is solved.

Until we find the bodies of those three men that have

disappeared and the persons who may be responsible

for the disappearance.

Who are you?

Why are you doing this to me?

Where are the bodies at, Eddie?

I'm a man of God.

Please.

Where are the bodies at Eddie?

You know, I'm gettin' real tired of asking.

I just, I just, I just don't know nothing.

- Okay. You don't know nothing? - Nothing.

Okay, well here's the wind up.

It's the bottom of the ninth.

The bases are loaded.

Coming to the plate folks is the grim reaper.

Reaper checks his swing.

He didn't like the looks of that one.

You ain't like them Hoover boys, is you?

You different.

Yeah. I'm a hitter.

- Here's the wind up. - Wait, wait--

- Oh, it's a fastball. - Wait, wait, wait--

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...

Wait, wait, wait...

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...

All right.

Burrage's... Old... Jolly... Farm...

- Buried. - Who's buried, Eddie?

Look, I'm not letting you out until you spit it out.

We're gonna have to start all over again.

You don't want to start all over again.

Two kikes!

The nigger.

Good boy.

You know, you could've saved yourself a little discomfort

had you just shared that information out here, right?

Oof.

New guy just trying to look busy.

Oh, 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.

His Mama was half black and Choctaw.

That's why he give those white boys the murder pass.

He don't want people picking up on that one drop of nigger

he got in him.

Man, you better kill all that noise

before he McCarthy all our black asses.

Excuse me. Agent Moore?

Wayne Strider, sir.

- From Chicago? - Yes, sir.

But I'm-- I'm originally from Mississippi, Hattiesburg.

I'd like to assist in the Klan investigation.

Why did you join the Bureau, Agent Strider?

Because I believe in justice.

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

Hmm.

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.

Good night, sir.

You came back to Mississippi to make a difference,

and you are.

Just by being here.

At least in Chicago, I worked cases.

I wasn't breaking down doors, but I was--

I was a part of investigations.

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...

they better look out.

Being here helps me understand you

in a way that I did not before.

Mississippi makes you work for it.

This place does not suffer fools gladly.

You been here for three weeks, you already got us figured out?

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

Our struggle 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 arsenal.

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 here.

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 Dahmer will pay it for them.

Because you know what I believe.

- If you don't vote... - You don't count.

- I say, if you don't vote... - You don't count.

All right, troublemakers.

- Good to see you. - Great to see you.

Less than 40% of the black population

are registered to vote.

And in some districts, they're forced to pay a $2.00 poll tax

to do so.

It's important that we get Negroes out

in large numbers to vote.

It'll be the coalition of the Negro vote and the moderate

white vote that really make the New South possible.

How did he get you to 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 we could fill up with kids.

Daddy, can I just get two more cookies?

Of course you can, sweetheart.

- Get one for your brother. - Yes, momma.

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.

At least not in his heart.

He always said, "America won't be right

till Mississippi gets right."

Is that what I always say?

That guy's got some poetry, huh?

- It's them again. - Well, just...

hang up on them, then.

That phone been ringing off the hook ever since Vernon

started paying folks' poll taxes.

Yeah, we getting hateful calls all the time.

Leave us alone!

He gonna keep calling, Vernon.

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

Oh, come on. We don't need to worry about that nonsense.

We're here to celebrate the return of the prodigal son,

Wayne Strider. Our very own Elliot Ness.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah!

That's right.

Something like that.

Look at you.

And just the fact that you're a bona fide agent of none

other than the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Well, that's important.

And I want you to know that we are proud of you.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Well, thank you for having me.

And remember, if you don't vote, you don't count.

Now, that was Hattiesburg businessman

Vernon Dahmer, who's jumping in to do his part

by offering to collect a $2 poll tax

for any Negroes registering to vote.

If you cannot afford it, Mr. Dahmer will pay it himse--

It wasn't enough that he owns his 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 gonna come from.

Mm-hmm... That's right...

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.

It is a shame what we've let our nation become.

Damn shame.

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.

Amen.

Our fathers' fathers spilled their blood so that this land

could nourish our sons forever.

Damn right.

That Vernon Dahmer is a thief.

- Unplug it. - Yeah.

Hello?

Out of the sacred pages

of our dear Bible comes the story

of Calvary's rugged yet holy cross.

I'm gonna stay up for a little while, honey.

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 martyrs who died

in our most holy phase.

The cross inspired the Crusaders in their perilous attempt

to rescue the Holy Land from the heathens and is being used

tonight to rally the forces of Christianity

against an ever-increasing horde of Antichrists

and for the principle of pure Americanism.

Hattie, wake up! Everybody, wake up!

- Vernon! Vernon, are you hit? - Go to the back.

Go take care of Bettie. I'll get Euler.

Now!

Whoa!

- Come on, boy! - Daddy!

Break it! Just break it!

Go out and I'll hand them to you!

Stay down, Eulah! Stay down!

I got you, I got you. I'm right here, baby.

Come on, baby! Come on.

Come on!

Come on, baby!

Come on, Vernon!

You go to Harrison's. You run.

- Come now, Vernon! - I'm gonna hold them off!

- I'll be right behind you. - Daddy, come on!

I'll be right behind you.

I love you.

Go, go, go , go!

Another sad day in America.

Vernon Dahmer, Forest County's NAACP president

and businessman, dead at 57.

His home firebombed in the middle of the night.

Police at this hour are unwilling to...

I'm so sorry, baby.

Dear Lord, we thank you for your son

and we pray that his soul is with you

and I have never met a finer person.

And we know that though we walk through the valley of

the shadow of the death, we will fear no evil,

for God, you are with us.

You brought us here for a reason.

Amen.

Oh, God.

You wait right here, I'll be back.

Fuck do you think you're doing, boy?

FBI.

No you're not.

You see this?

I don't see shit.

Now beat it, boy.

Excuse me, ma'am. Can we ask you some questions?

I ain't got nothin' to say. No. No.

Did you learn anything?

Nothing we didn't already know.

Sir, you can tell the president this has our full attention.

It's our top priority.

Our men are out in strength as we speak.

I-- I understand, sir. I will keep you updated.

Hoover.

Who 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 gonna tell us anything.

Not willingly, that is.

So what do you wanna do, Roy?

♪ I like to feel fancy free... I like-- ♪

Why do I have to eat spinach?

Because I said so. Just eat your dinner.

Hey. I'm home.

Aaagh!

Ew!

Daddy! Daddy!

Where's Junior?

He's been in his room since school.

I mean, he knows it's dinner time.

Gregory!

Move your ass before I come get you!

Junior!

Don't disrespect your mother come sit down.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

Who did this to you?

Some guys at school.

- It's nothing. - Nothing?

Names. Now.

Tommy Russo.

Eleanor's Tommy?

Tomorrow...

You find Tommy, you put him in a hospital, you hear me?

Make sure he looks ten times worse.

Crack his fucking head from ear to ear.

- Hello? - You're a good boy.

- I love you, son. - Greg, it's for you.

Eat your dinner.

Who is it?

Yeah.

I'm eating dinner.

With my kids.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

I'm coming.

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

We need you down south.

You're going back to Hattiesburg.

For what, more Jews gone missing?

Negro.

Voting rights activist. 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 Agent Strider.

Yes, sir.

Uh-huh.

Yes, sir, right away.

Who was that?

Leave us.

Thank you.

Special Agent Strider, there may be an opportunity for you

to assist in the Dahmer 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 is uniquely qualified for this job.

You will pick him up at this hotel in Mobile.

You will take him to the Highway Host 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.

No, wait for me.

Who the fuck are you supposed to be?

Special agent Wayne Strider, FBI.

We'll be working together.

Get the fuck out of here.

A colored G-man?

Supposed to bring you this.

Say hi, honey.

Hi, honey.

Come in. Don't be shy.

This is work, baby. I told you. Have a heart.

All right.

Let me take care of my business.

What's the matter, baby?

Oh, very thorough, you FBI.

Is that it? Or you supposed to drive me too?

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

All right, well, we're gonna 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.

All right, get dressed, baby. G's gonna fetch your cab.

- No, I'm not finished. - Jesus.

Wow.

- Take this off. - You take it off.

I'll just meet y'all outside.

You don't wanna watch?

- You're gonna miss me? - I'm gonna miss you.

Hold this, baby.

- Airport. - Yes, sir.

You better keep it warm for me.

- I will. - All right.

Guess you are my driver.

So, uh, when did Hoover start letting you moulies in, anyway?

Moulies? Was that what y'all call Negroes up in...

What, New Jersey?

Hey, I ain't from fucking New Jersey.

I'm from Bensonhurst, motherfucker.

- Brooklyn. - Hmm.

You 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, cat got your tongue?

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.

Fuck.

You look like you're gonna shit yourself.

Just tell them you're a fed for Christ's sakes

so we can 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

are people who work where I work.

Fuck him.

What crime you two running from?

None, sir.

Where you headed?

Hattiesburg, sir?

What's in Hattiesburg?

Motel on US 49.

Mmm. 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!

I.D.

Now...

FBI.

The hell you got here?

What is this?

I work for the government. I'm just...

taking him home, that's all.

No trouble.

No trouble.

Impersonating a G-man.

Get out of the car. Now.

Oh, buddy. I'm gonna have some fun with you tonight.

- No, wait. - What you doing?

Wait.

No. No.

You're right, that was fun.

You shot a cop.

We fucked.

No, he's fucked. Let's go.

Drop your weapon.

You gotta be kidding me.

Drop your weapon.

You 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. Stunod.

Look around. There's no witness.

There's no weapons. There's no crime.

Let's get out of here.

You ever arrest 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.

Fuck.

Hey.

What the fuck are you doing?

I know you're not gonna call this in.

You tell anybody about this, I'm just gonna say it was you.

Who do you think they believe?

This fucking guy.

Un-fucking-believable.

This your first fuckin' day?

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

You touched the fucking thing. Wipe it off now.

All right, that's enough.

Can we get the fuck out of here now?

You hungry?

I'm fucking starving. Let's go.

Bet you never seen that before.

Do 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?

Mis'burn? The Freedom Summer murders?

That was me.

I'm the one who solved that.

You guys found those dead college kids because of me.

Like James fucking Bond.

- Come on. - Hmm.

That was nice.

So handsome.

Okay.

I got it. Okay.

Two hands, please.

Hmm. Okay, I'm not sure I can do this.

You're firing like you're scared.

You want to stand like this, you need a strong base.

Show me.

- Put your left foot... - Mm-hmm.

...a little bit in front of your right foot.

Mm-hmm.

- Pay attention. - I am paying attention.

Left foot a little bit in front of your right.

It's like you're about to punch somebody.

I ain't 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.

There you go. Two hands. Strong hand on top.

Pull the trigger. Don't squeeze.

Okay.

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 Mantle's the best whoever did it.

Yeah, you got to bet on a winner.

Like 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 betting like that, your wife's going to be gone.

She'll run off with the fucking milkman.

Even worse, she'll be laid up in the fucking bed

with that colored fucking bookie you got.

It's your boss, Agent Rhodes.

Yeah, he wants to talk to you.

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

Yeah, who is this?

Agent Rhodes.

Don't you got to tell him anything?

Anything to report?

Come on, Barney Fife, tell him

what we did the other night.

You don't want to tell him?

No, sir. Nothing to report.

Okay.

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

Now come on, Jackie, can't I get a fucking smile, please?

Where to, man?

Gilman's Gun Shop. You heard of it?

The revolver found at Dahmer's wasn't registered to nobody,

but it was sold from right here.

Guess Bobby Gilmer 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 say it, 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 no 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, you're on your own.

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.

What do you want?

Go ahead. You do the honors.

Go ahead.

You got it?

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

Say what now?

You see that?

FBI.

Well, isn't that a sight?

A colored federal agent.

...22 Magnum Rohm

found at the home of Vernon Dahmer,

firebombed by the Klan,

was sold from your shop.

Now, the problem is,

you didn't register it to whom you sold it to.

How did an unregistered gun sold from your shop

end up at a crime scene?

Well, I...

Hey!

You put that back right fuckin' 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.

Go ahead.

You can 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!

Tell us who you sold that gun to and we'll leave.

I sold thousands of guns.

I can't remember every serial number!

My moron nephew, William, he worked for me summer 'fore last.

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 belongs to.

Jackie, you're gonna believe this shit?

No, I'm telling the truth.

Please.

- Let's go. - Yeah. Give me a minute.

You all right? Come here, let me ask you a question.

You all right?

- Hey, hey! - Who bought the gun, Bobby?

I don't know.

Stop.

Did you hear what the fuck I said?

Stop!

I got it. I got it.

Give me a fucking name.

Who'd you sell the gun to?

Don't lie to me.

You no good hillbilly motherfuck.

Give me a name, Bobby.

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

Please. Please, I don't know nothin'.

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

Fuck.

Well, okay.

You wanna ask him some more questions?

He didn't know anything. That was obvious.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I needed to be sure.

Bullshit.

This ain't Bensonhurst,

and you are not here to amuse yourself.

This is an official investigation,

and you will not prevent me from enforcing the law.

You understand me, motherfucker?

Your rules ain't shit.

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

Do you really wanna be the colored guy who lets these

redneck mofos off the hook?

Jackie fucking Robinson.

I ain't shining no fucking shoes.

I'm cracking fucking heads.

Martin Luther King, huh?

Talk about a guy with a fucking target on his back.

Jesus fucking Christ.

The line to do him's around the fucking block.

Put that down.

You know, I like that Malcolm X guy better.

What do you know about Malcolm X?

Well, I know he don't take no shit.

I mean, I personally don't give a fuck about your people.

But he's got a point.

Turn the other cheek.

That ain't really working, is it?

Oh, it's working.

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.

By any means necessary.

- I like that. - Yeah, more killing.

That's exactly what we need.

That'll work 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-in' around this whole fucking hillbilly town.

'Cause making people disappear does not solve the problem.

We're gonna 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 cracker.

White.

Salty.

No flavor.

White man.

And square. Right?

What about you?

What is it, what are you?

Chocolate. Delicious.

Like a Tootsie Roll, right?

Get the fuck out.

Yeah.

You know you missed the turn for the highway, right?

Yeah, hang on. I got an idea.

The fuck are we doing here?

I am going to talk to a potential witness.

And you are gonna stay right here.

Why?

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

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

Hey there, old friend.

- Who'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 Dahmer's house the other day.

That's my wife, Allison.

- From Chicago. - Chicago?

- Mm-hmm. - Can she cook?

Yes, ma'am.

What you see that night, Miss Rebecca?

The night they burned Vernon's.

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

I work for the FBI, Miss Rebecca.

Trouble is what I do.

Is that right?

They killed Vernon, Miss Rebecca.

We can't let that go unanswered.

It was a couple of pickups.

The blue one had the tail light busted out on one side.

And it pulled out and swung around in the dark

like a-- like an evil eye, I do recall that.

Pretty sure Mr. Dahmer shot at it a couple of times

as it was driving off.

You tell the FBI that?

I ain't tellin' them white boys in those suits 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.

You done yet?

Who's this?

That's my driver.

Got anything?

- Maybe. - Pretty smart.

You know old ladies in the neighborhood.

They're always the ones with eyes on everything, aren't they?

I'm starving.

I know a spot.

Office is searching mechanic shops for this blue pickup

with a broke a back light, pellet damage.

You know, 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.

Here's what I want to know.

Shoot.

How'd you break the case?

They really don't tell you shit, do they?

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

So not real police work then?

The fuck do I look like police?

They brought me down here the 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're 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 big things for you.

Might even get to meet Hoover.

Get your picture on the wall.

How about that, huh?

You're welcome.

Can I get you started with some drinks?

- Coffee. - How you like it?

Black.

Well, can we do it Thursday?

Because I think the turnout would be better.

Right.

Let me call you back.

My husband just walked in.

Yep.

You look like you had a hell of a day.

Hey, Miss Hattie.

Hey, Wayne. You hungry?

Fix you a plate.

What's all this?

We puttin' together a march after Vernon's funeral.

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

Are you sure you want to be doing all this, Miss Hattie?

You really shouldn't be putting all this stress on yourself.

My Vernon didn't die for nothing.

So I will be working. Thank you very much.

Are you gonna tell me what's going on?

It's nothing.

Hey.

Do not do that.

Sir.

It's me.

Did it ever occur to you that maybe

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.

You're in it.

And I'm in it with you.

Who are you, man?

You mobbed up, ain't you?

That's me. Eighteen.

Young and dumb.

On the right side of the law, just like you, you know.

Merchant Marine made you a killer?

Nah, fuck.

Never saw combat.

My brother started going the wrong way.

He fell in with a local boss, began doing jobs for him.

My contract was up. My father begged me

to come home and get him on the right track like me.

I was dead broke shovelin' coal with my father,

busting my hump every day.

Talk about getting treated bad? My father's a WOP.

- Know what that is? - No.

Without papers.

The coloreds of white people.

They're one step above those dirty fucking Irish.

Anyway, my brother tells me he's got a way

for me to make $200. In an hour.

Couldn't make $200 in a month, shovelin' coal.

Of course, I said yes.

Before I know it, the wise guy's handed me a gun

wrapped in a napkin, started just like that.

Then on and on and here we are.

You're pretty proud of yourself, huh?

Proud? Not proud. Who gives a fuck?

It doesn't matter.

You people think you're doing something.

You're just shoveling that coal, man.

You vote, don't vote, whatever. It's all bullshit anyway.

And what would you do if you was a Negro?

I'd kill them all.

Every last one.

You boys found it fast, huh?

Yeah.

This shop is owned by a known Klan member,

so it'd be best I sit this one out.

Oh, I didn't see that one coming.

Hey.

Keep your hands to yourself.

We're already drawing a lot of attention.

It ain't all about the lead.

I got a finesse game, too, you know.

Being polite.

Howdy.

Can I help you?

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

I'm the guy who knocked the taillight in.

Just smacked right into it when I was distracted.

You need something, sir?

Well, now, I'm not sure I really can say.

Say what you want to.

Yeah, I was passing this diner, sweating bullets,

figured I'd grab a cold Coke and get off my ass for a minute.

And I walk in, and there she is, behind the counter.

Fine looking thing. Colored girl.

I'm talking black as midnight.

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

Don't you tell nobody now.

I ain't saying nothin' to nobody.

So I saddle 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 thinking, damn, maybe the world ain't as

complicated as folks make it out to be.

Maybe it's just me, her,

and this Coke.

And then she spots my wedding ring.

Yeah, she gives me that look.

- I know that look. - I know, I know.

God damn it, I...

Silly for me forgetting about the missus.

Yeah.

I got out of there, hopped in my truck, and I was straight

into a parked car across the street.

Took the tail light clean off.

That's quite a story.

Yeah, the thing is, that truck...

That there truck was involved in a different sort of accident.

That's just the truck I'm looking for.

Tell you what, I sure would like to make it worth your while.

Give me a minute, huh?

You in on this one?

Hey, we need him alive.

And talking.

Whatever you say.

You're gonna talk. It's just a matter of when.

Huh?

All right, all right.

That's enough.

We're gonna talk, Billy Roy.

Now, we know that you was involved with the murder

of Vernon Dahmer.

Now, who else was with you that night?

Who the fuck 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 who 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 at Yazoo City?

Cut your time, Billy Roy.

Give up Bowers and the rest, cut your time.

Hear the man speaking to you?

You're starting to open up a little bit, right?

Yeah,

you wanna get chatty, huh?

They gonna hang you from the bridge in Shubuta, boy.

No.

Is that your dog out there?

You know what?

I ain't listening to that fucking dog anymore.

No, no, no, no, no, wait!

You killed my dog.

You killed my dog.

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

Fuck you.

Oh.

Are you givin' me the green light now?

All right, stop.

All right, stop.

We need him alive.

I said stop. That's enough.

- God damn it, that's enough. - Hey don't...

I told you we're taking him in.

You fucking psychopath.

He was 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 it from here.

Do your thing.

Y'all come on, man.

You ain't going to just stand there are you?

FBI! I'm a federal agent.

And Mr. Pitts is under arrest.

Y'all need to get on back to your homes.

Hey, this nigga's got a gun.

FBI. I said FBI, god damn it.

I got him!

Look out!

Kick him!

Ah, shit.

Fucking nigga.

Stay down, boy.

Watch out!

Come on.

Hey, get the fuck back.

Fuck! Whoa! Holy shit.

You black bastard. I saved your life.

- You owe me for that one. - For lettin' them beat up on me?

Huh? What 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'd have been hanging

from a tree right now if it wasn't--

You motherfucker.

Come on.

I'm going to rip your fucking legs out of your fucking head.

Fuck.

You and your fucking rules.

Now we got to get that guy all over again.

Yeah, like you ain't got no rules.

You going to tell that to Joe Colombo

or Vito Genovese or whoever the fuck it is

- you work for! - You want to watch your fuckin'

mouth, you hear me?

You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

You know what? You're worse than the fucking Klan.

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

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

Huh? Omerta?

Code of silence?

That's bullshit.

You walk around here in your fucking fancy suits,

your little toothpicks, like you're a fucking big man.

You just a fucking rat.

What the fuck did 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're too fucking scared to do.

- Yeah, I'm done. - Yeah, I've been trying to make

a fucking man out of you. - I'm done.

You and your fucking badge.

You think I give a fuck? Huh?

Motherfucker.

- All right. - Sam.

I got you.

All right, let me take a look at you. Come right here. Come on.

The FBI killed my dog...

Let's get the cuffs off you.

- They killed Boone. - It's gonna be all right.

We'll take care of him.

They're coming after all of us, Sam.

- They know who we are. - All hands on deck.

Your orders were to leave him alone.

To let him operate.

But you chose to leave him on the side of the goddamn road.

We're relieving you of your duties, Agent Strider.

I will need your gun and your badge.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

I don't like this.

I'm sorry.

- You shot? - Mm-mm.

Go! Go! Go!

I got you!

Huh? I got you!

I got you, motherfuckers!

Oh, fuck! Move! Move!

Come on!

Huh? Come on!

Get back inside!

Come on, come on...

Lawrence Byrd.

Got your ass.

Come on. Archie gonna take you to the...

- I'm not going... - ...Edward Lee in Jackson.

...anywhere.

Allison, I can't have this conversation with you right now.

Wayne, listen to me.

Wherever you 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.

What do you want?

Get in the car.

You left me. We're done, remember?

You don't say when you're done.

I tell you when you're done.

They came for me...

and 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.

That's the motherfucker who shot up my house.

What now?

Now we wait.

This is fucking boring if you ask me.

I didn't.

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

You? Dudley Do-Right?

Cop car?

No, a cop's car.

I wanted his car, not the county's.

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.

I got away.

And your buddy didn't?

No.

The 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.

Good. He deserved it.

So what happened?

Nothing.

I got away with it, scot free. How about that?

I don't know why I'm telling you.

This fucking guy.

Only guy gets away with something

and is pissed about it. - Yeah, well.

I don't like people getting away with shit.

Wake me up when something happens, will ya'?

What's going' on?

Is that him?

I don't know. Let's go.

Howdy.

You make a fucking noise, I'll kill you right here.

You hear me?

Hey, boy.

Look at you. Full of surprises.

I know who you are.

You're that crazy man from New York, ain't you?

Yeah.

Don't think you're gonna do to me what you done to Edgar Ray.

'Cause I ain't no pussy preacher.

Sounds like a challenge.

I love a challenge.

Stop.

What'd you say?

Did you say something?

Who killed Vernon Dahmer?

Who killed Vernon Dahmer?

Who killed Vernon Dahmer?

Why do you care? Why do you care?

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

I'll only get paid if you tell him what he wants to know.

Fuck you.

And fuck you too, whoever you are back there.

I like this one.

Styles.

Clive Stiles.

Says here you got a mother. Lives in Nachez.

Here's what's gonna happen.

I'm gonna get up tomorrow.

I'm gonna go to Nachez.

And I'm gonna find your mama.

And I am going to carve her up.

Piece by piece like a Thanksgiving turkey.

How's that sound to you?

This prick.

This prick won't even save his own mother.

Nothing yet?

over there

screaming like a fucking bitch.

Get over here.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Get down on your knees.

- No. - Get in front of your boyfriend.

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

Are you thinking we're gonna 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.

Okay, okay.

Get 'em off.

Just kill me.

Oh, no, no, no, no. You're gonna feel this.

Every last slice, you motherfucker.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Please, I'll tell you. I'll tell you.

It was Sam Bowers.

Just don't cut him.

Speak.

Sam...

Bowers?

He told us to get that nigger, Dahmer.

It's me. It's Clive.

Bill Roy Pitts.

Cecil Sessum.

William Smith.

Bowers said to make sure we got Dahmer.

That nigger FBI.

And the other house.

What other house?

That nigger old lady with the big mouth

that lived across the street.

There it is, Jackie.

Stop! Stop! Please. Have mercy.

Have mercy. Have mercy...

Please have mercy.

Please have mercy, please.

Do you see where you are?

You see your friend over there?

Do you ever want to see my face again?

No, sir. Never.

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

Unless you want to be swinging from the bridge.

Yes, sir.

Hit the recorder.

Who else?

Nice and loud, nice and clear.

Charles Noble.

Melvin Martin.

Clifton Lowe.

Fourteen names.

Signed and sealed.

Not bad.

Fuck's the matter with you?

It's a great day.

You're the only colored guy in the world who gets to kill a

white man and get away with it.

Look, not for nothing, but the bosses, they're always going

to need guys like us to do these things.

They're not going to do it. That's why they're the bosses.

Well, time for me to go.

See you around, Jackie Robinson.

Local Hattiesburg businessman Lawrence Byrd

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.

The protection of all citizens' civil rights is a priority

for the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

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