Original subtitles

Before you go knocking on doors, I need you to understand something.

This ain't just about registering voters.

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 might 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 the body's at, Eddie?

I don't know.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

I'm a man of God.

Please.

Where the body's at, Eddie?

You don't get real tired of action.

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

Okay.

You don't know nothing?

No, Frank.

Oh, here's the wind-up.

But it's the bottom of the ninth.

The bases are loaded.

Coming to the plate, folks, is the grim reaper.

The reaper checks the swing.

You didn't like the looks of that one.

You didn't like them Hoover boys, did you?

You different.

Yeah.

I'm a hitter.

Oh, here's the wind-up.

Oh, it's a fastball.

Burdage is all jolly farm... buried.

Who's buried, Eddie?

Oh.

Come on, Eddie.

Spit it out.

We're going to have to start all over again.

You don't want to start all over again.

King Kate!

You nigger.

Uh-huh.

Oh boy.

You know, you could have saved yourself a little discomfort

had you just shared that information earlier, right?

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.

Mama was half black in Choctaw.

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

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

Man, you better kill all that noise.

Well, he McCarthy all our black asses.

Excuse me, Agent Moore.

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 in 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.

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...

maybe I'll 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've 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 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 gonna 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.

So you tell...

everyone you know...

that if they can't pay their poll tax...

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

You can see it.

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.

Give them for your brother.

Yes, Mom.

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, um,

America won't be right till Mississippi is right.

Is that what I always say?

That guy's got some poets, really.

It's them again.

Hang up on them now.

That phone been ringing off the hook ever

since Vernon started paying folks poll taxes.

Shh.

Go.

Yeah, we getting hateful calls all the time.

Leave us alone!

He gonna keep calling Vernon.

Well, if it ring again, I'll unblock 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, Ellie Ness.

Yeah!

That's right.

So Realnee, you gave me the most important thing.

To know how my mother got the Hydrogen Plan, We apologize for this.

Fool, just telling you about the Fitzgerald stole their lives.

And how beautiful it is.

Th Bianca was really scared as a child.

Yep.

She is not going to walk that same path again.

צ How did she miss that moment we looked at on our phone?

and blowing her heart out.

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.

There was a time, not too long ago, where a

nigger wasn'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.

We took this land first.

We turned 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 Vernon Damon is a thief.

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, Hattie.

This cross is the sign of the Christian religion.

Sanctified and made holy.

Built 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 heathens.

And is being used tonight to rally the forces of Christianity.

Against an ever-increasing horde of anti-Christ.

And for the principles of pure Americanism.

Hattie, wake up!

Everybody, wake up!

Go take care of Hattie.

I'll get you to her.

Now!

Break it!

Just break it!

And I'll hand it to you.

Hattie.

Daddy!

I got you, I got you.

I'm right here, baby.

Come on, baby!

Come On!

Come on!

Go over here.

Go you over here.

Come on, seamant.

You go to Harrison.

You run!

Hattie.

Come now, baby!

No, I gonna hold him off.

I'll be right behind you.

I'll be right behind you.

I love you.

Jollie.

Another sad day in America.

Vernon Dahmer, Forest County's NAACP president and businessman, dead at 57.

His home, fire-bombed in the middle of the night.

Police at this hour are unwilling... I'm so sorry, baby.

But we'll continue to follow this story.

Negro lawmaker Julian Baum has been denied his

seat in the Georgia House of Representatives...

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 devil, you will fear no evil.

For God, you are with us.

You brought us here for a reason.

Amen.

You wait right here.

I'll be back.

What the

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.

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 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 going to tell us anything.

Not willingly, that is.

So what do you want to do, Roy?

I like to feel fancy free.

I like... Boy, I have to eat speed.

Because I said so.

Just eat your dinner.

Hey!

I'm home.

Eww!

Where's Junior?

He's been in his room since school.

I mean, he knows it's dinnertime.

Gregory!

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?

Look, Tamal.

You find Tommy, you put him in the hospital.

You hear me?

You make sure it looks ten times worse.

You crack his fucking head for me, do you?

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.

We're going back to Hattiesburg.

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?

Edith.

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.

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?

I'm supposed to bring you this.

Say hi, honey.

Hi, honey.

Come in.

Are you shy?

This is work, baby.

I told you.

Let me take care of my business.

What's the matter, baby?

Very thorough, you FBI.

Is that it he's supposed to drive me to?

I'm not sure, George.

I'm the driver.

I'm your handler.

All right, well, we're gonna need to handle her

to the F-Wife 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.

Geez.

Wow.

Take this off.

You take it off.

I'll just meet y'all outside.

You don't want to watch?

You're gonna miss me?

I'm gonna miss you.

Hold this, baby.

Yeah, boy.

What's up?

You're gonna keep it warm for me.

I will.

All right.

Guess you are my driver.

So, uh, when did Hoover start letting your movies in anyway?

I'm homeless.

What's 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 these Jackie fucking Robertson of the FBI.

What's the matter?

Can't I get out of 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 ain't ever seen.

You look like you're gonna shit yourself.

Please tell them you're fed for Christ's sake 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 are you two running from?

No, sir.

Where you headed?

Hattiesburg, sir.

What's in Hattiesburg?

Uh, motel.

On US 49.

Motel, huh?

Yes, sir.

Y'all queers?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

You huh, something funny?

Where you from?

New Jersey.

I need identification from both 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.

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, Sunai.

Look around.

There's no witness.

There's no weapons.

There's no crime.

Let's get out of here.

You ever arrested anybody before?

I didn't think so.

We were supposed to do the fucking cuffing.

Fucking unbelievable.

Alright, you got me.

You fucking got me.

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.

What do you think they believe?

This fucking guy.

Un-fucking-believable.

It's your first fucking day?

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, wipe it off.

You touched the fucking thing.

Wipe it off.

Now.

Alright, 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?

Miss Byrne?

The Freedom Summer Murders?

That was me.

I'm the one who solved 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.

You got it.

Okay.

Two hands, please.

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 a little bit in front of your right foot.

Pay attention.

I am paying attention.

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

Okay.

Just like you're about to punch somebody.

I ain't never punched nobody a day in my life.

I don't know what you 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.

Okay.

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 bail against the fucking Yankees.

The fuck's the matter with you?

Mickey Mantle's the best who ever did it.

Yeah.

You gotta bet on the winner.

I got 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 gonna 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 Rose.

Hey, he wants to talk to you.

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

Yeah, who is this?

Agent Rose.

You know when you gotta tell him anything?

Anything to report?

Come on, Barney.

If I tell him what we did the other night...

You don't want to tell him?

No, sir.

Nothing to report.

Okay.

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

Now, come on, Jack.

Can't I get a fucking smile?

Please?

Where to, man?

Gilmer'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.

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.

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 going.

Let's go.

What do you want?

God, you do the honors.

Go ahead.

Mr. Gilmer.

I'm Special Agent Strider, FBI.

Say what now?

You see that?

FBI.

Well, isn't that a sign?

A colored federal agent.

The .22 Magnum round 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 who you sold it to.

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

Well...

Hey!

You put that back 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.

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 where you sold that gun to.

I sold thousands of guns.

I can't remember every single one of them.

My moron 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 belongs to.

Jack, you gonna believe this shit?

Yeah, I'm telling the truth.

Please.

Let's go.

Hey, give me a minute.

You alright?

Come here, let me ask you a question.

You alright?

Hey!

Hey!

Who bought the gun, Tommy?

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 motherfucker.

Give me a name, Bobby.

Last time, my ex.

Who'd you sell the gun to?

Please.

Please.

I don't know none.

All right.

All right.

All right.

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.

But do you really wanna be the colored guy who lets these redneck mokes off the hook?

Jackie fucking Robinson.

I ain't shining no fucking shoes.

I'm cracking fucking heads.

I've got a tiger by the tail explaining...

Model of the king, huh?

I've got a tiger by the tail explaining...

I've got a tiger by the tail explaining... He's got a fucking target on his back.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I don't lie to do hims around the fucking block.

Put that down.

You know, I like that Malcolm X guy better.

What 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.

Attorney of the cheek.

That ain't really working, is it?

Always 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 around this whole fucking hillbilly town.

Just making people disappear does not solve the problem.

We 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.

Yeah.

Right?

What about you?

What is it?

What are you?

Chocolate?

Delicious?

Like a touch of evil, right?

You're the fuck ass.

Yeah.

You missed the turn for the highway, right?

Yeah, I ain't got no idea.

What 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.

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, Allison.

From Chicago.

Chicago?

Mm-hmm.

Can she cook?

Yes, ma'am.

What did 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.

Pulled out and swung around in the dark like an evil eye, I do recall.

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

You tell the FBI that?

I ain't tell 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!

We done yet?

Who's this?

That's my driver.

Got anything?

Maybe.

Pretty smart.

You know all the ladies in the neighborhood.

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

I'm starving.

I know a spot.

Offices.

Searching mechanic shops for this blue pickup.

Broke it back like 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.

Cool.

How 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 meat 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 throw 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 something?

I want some drinks.

Coffee.

How you like it?

A lot.

Well, can we do it Thursday?

Because I think the turnout will be better.

Let me call you back.

My husband just walked in.

Yep.

You look like you had a hell of a day.

Hey, Miss Addie.

Hey, Wayne.

You hungry?

Fix your plate.

What's all this?

We're putting together a march after Vernon's funeral.

Figured I'm a local now.

I'm getting involved.

Are you sure you won't be doing all this, Miss Addie?

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.

You're the one in the FBI.

You're the one who got me to come down here.

So if there is danger, Angel, 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, Angel.

That's me.

Eighteen.

Young and dumb.

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

Merchant marine.

Made you a killer?

Nah, fuck.

Never saw combat.

My brother started going the wrong way.

Fell on the local boss.

Can't do him jobs for him.

My contract was up.

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

That broke shoveler called my father busted my hump every day.

Talk about getting treated bad.

My father's a wop.

Know what that is?

Without papers.

The colors are white people.

They're one step above those dogs.

Thirty 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 shoveling coal.

Of course, I said yes.

Before I know it, a 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 just shovel in 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.

Maybe the last one.

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.

It ain't all about the lead.

I got a finesse game, too, you know.

Being polite.

Addie.

Can I help you?

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

I'm the guy who knocked the taillight in.

Just smacked right in two 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.

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 nothing to nobody.

So I saddle up to the counter.

Looking cool as hell.

She leans over with that smile.

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 cove.

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 missus.

Yeah.

I got out of there, hopped in my truck, and plowed straight into a park car.

Crossed the street.

Took the taillight clean off.

That's a good story.

Yeah, the thing is...

That other truck...

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

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

Tell you what.

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.

It's just a matter of when.

Huh?

That's enough.

We gonna talk, Billy Roy.

Now we know...

That you was involved with the murder of Vernon Damon.

Now...

Who else was with you that night?

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

I ain't telling you nothing.

And I definitely ain't telling you nothing.

I'm calling the fucking sheriff.

Finally.

You ain't calling no goddamn body.

Shut up.

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 at Bayazit City?

Cut your time, Billy Roy.

Give up Bowers and the rest.

Cut your time.

You hear the man speaking to you?

Starting to open up a little bit, right?

Yeah.

You wanna get chatty, huh?

I ain't gonna hang you from the bridge in Shibuta, boy.

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.

You give me the green light now.

All right, stop.

We need him alive.

I said stop.

That's enough.

God damn it, that's enough.

I told you we're taking him in.

Fucking psychopath.

That's about to pop.

The fuck is wrong with you?

FBI or you under arrest?

We taking you in.

And you will tell us.

We need to know.

Yeah, you got it from here.

Do your thing.

Y'all, come on, man!

I'm a federal agent, and Mr. Pitch is under arrest.

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

Hey, these niggas got a gun!

FBI!

I said FBI, goddamn it!

Get him!

Get him!

Holy shit!

You black bastard!

I saved your life!

You owe me for that one.

You ever letting them beat up on me?

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 been hanging from a tree right now for it.

Shit!

You and your fucking rules.

Now we gotta get that guy all over again.

Yeah, like you ain't got no rules.

You gonna tell that to Joe Colombo or Vito

Genovese or whoever the fuck it is you went for.

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 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 you call me?

Another snitch.

Working for the G.

I ain't no fucking rat.

I'm here helping you and your people.

Doing a 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 bitch!

You think I give a fuck?

Huh?

All right, man.

I got you.

All right.

Let me take a look at you.

Come on.

Come on.

Yeah, I killed my dog.

Let's get the cuffs off of you.

They killed Boone.

It'll 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.

Come on!

Come on.

Archie gonna take you to the Edward Lee and Jackson.

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?

I'm gonna 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.

Motherfucker who shut up my house.

What now?

Now we wait.

It was fucking boring.

You asked 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 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.

I got away.

And your buddy didn't?

No.

A 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 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.

Scott Free, how about that?

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

This fucking guy.

Every guy gets away with something that's pissed about it.

Yeah, well...

I don't like people getting away with shit.

We can get up with something that happens, will ya?

What's going on?

Is that him?

I don't know.

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?

I am.

The only thing you're gonna do to me is what you've done to Hector, right?

Because I ain't no pussy preacher.

Sounds like a challenge.

I love a challenge.

What'd you say?

Did you say something?

Who killed Vernon Thamer?

Who killed Vernon Thamer?

Why do you care?

Why do you care?

You know, I don't.

But my friend here does.

I'm gonna 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.

Stiles.

Clive Stiles.

Says here you got a mother.

Lives in that chest.

Here's what's gonna happen.

I'm gonna get up tomorrow.

I'mma gonna go to the chairs.

And I'm gonna 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 prick.

This prick won't even save his own mother.

Nothing yet?

It's like the German army and the Soviets screaming like a fucking bitch.

Get off me.

Please.

Please.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

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 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.

Get him off.

Just kill me.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

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

Please, I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

It was Sam Bowers.

Just don't cut him.

Speak.

Speak.

Sam Bowers.

He told us to get that nigger Damer.

This is me.

It's a cop.

At Billy Boy Pits.

Cecil Sessom.

William Smith.

Bowers said to make sure we got Damer.

That nigger FBI.

Yeah.

And the other house.

What other house?

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

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.

Head to the corner.

Who else?

Nice and loud.

Nice and clear.

Charles Noble.

Melvin Martin.

Clifton Lowe.

Fourteen names.

Signed and sealed.

Not bad.

What the 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.

Hey, look.

Not for nothing.

But the bosses, they're always gonna need guys like us to do these things.

They're not gonna do it.

That's why they're the bosses.

Time for me to go.

I'll 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.

Protection of all citizens' civil rights is a

priority for the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Someone's always gotta make them, but someone's always gotta break them.

And it's you.

You.

You're the one.

When they tell you to go away, you just go the other.

Cause there's no other code you're living by but yours.

Oh, what you need to do.

So you do a little damage.

But it's worth the trouble.

There's only one road you're going down and that's your own.

They can't make whatever rules they make.

We won't let those rules get in our way.

Laws ain't made to get you what you need.

Sometimes what you gotta do, you gotta do by enemy.

By enemy.

By enemy.

You can't scream.

They won't listen.

You can't stop.

You're on a mission.

No, you can't be held back.

No, you won't back down.

Something started there.

There's no stopping now.

They can't make whatever rules they make.

We won't let those rules get in our way.

Laws ain't made to get you what you need.

What you gotta do, you gotta do by enemy.

By enemy.

By enemy.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

By enemy.

By enemy.

By enemy.

By enemy.