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Hey.

Be careful, Johnny.

Watch your back in town.

I like her, she likes me. Got something against that?

You're not ready to be a parent.

If you don't settle down, we'll have to leave Memphis.

Wherever we go there'll be white women and I'll be black.

If I was like you, I could go wherever I want.

Just don't go there.

Johnny.

Johnny.

Joe, the Lord said,

"Father, forgive them for they know not what they do."

Let God forgive them if he can, I am just a man.

Johnny's already forgiven them. I brought him up like you in the Christian faith.

Christ wasn't black!

He was a Jew. Don't forget that they were an enslaved people, Joe.

We're not exactly cousins.

I'm leaving Memphis and I'll settle somewfere else.

Lord,

have mercy on your children.

Lord, have mercy on your children.

Lord, relieve his heart of hatred.

Lord, have mercy on your children.

Lord,

we ask for your forgiveness.

Lord, have mercy on your children.

Go away, Joe.

Go away, Joe.

I'll shoot.

You know I will, Joe. I'll shoot.

You were forewarned and you didn't do anything?

Don't do this, Joe!

If you want to find justice, hunt down the guilty ones.

Can't you be my friend?

I don't know how to be a friend to blacks.

I want to make a living.

I have to stay on my feet.

It's not my fault he went and dishonored a white girl.

No! I didn't mean to say that.

I know that's not true.

Get a hold of yourself!

Oh. It's all my fault.

I was passed out here.

I need your help, Lex.

You want me to help you?

That's why you dragged me to Mississippi!

It's just as well. I can see I'm done for.

I need your help.

I want to cross the color line.

Cross the color line?

Look at your fingernails!

They'll betray you everywhere.

Up North, they've never given me away.

Not even among friends.

I think I'll pay a visit

to Horace Chandley in Trenton.

Write.

I'm sending you this letter

with a friend from Memphis who needs work.

He has completed his studies.

His name is Joey Grant.

I must have already mentioned you.

What does he know?

You're the type to avoid.

I'll take it back.

...Of whom I've already spoken.

You can be confident in him?

How about myself?

Write what you can.

Here.

Address it.

Address it.

This is for me.

Don't go yet, Joe. I want to explain.

Don't go to Trenton.

Revenge helps no one.

It doesn't forgive anything.

Me neither. I won't forgive anything.

I'LL SPIT ON YOUR GRAVES

Listen good, Chandley.

Stan's gone away but for you he might as well still be here.

I give the orders

and you follow them.

Come on.

We're not finished, Chandley.

Sorry, old man.

The shop's closed.

He's unable to help you.

What do you want?

A book.

Didn't you hear?

The shop's closed!

It seems to be open.

You understand, Chandley?

You bring the dough over to the drugstore.

And I want it delivered before noon.

I don't know if I have free will.

That's a philosophical position that requires a lot of courage.

Ah! For pike.

Have you ever fished for pike?

In the Mississippi.

This is the first time that somebody's come from Mississippi

to Trenton to find something to read.

In the old days, the shops around here were as good as those in Chicago.

These days, Trenton's dead.

Those young men in here earlier seemed alive.

Parasites always find their way to a corpse.

I guess so.

I need a job.

My name's Joey Grant.

Oh. I know you!Lex has spoken to me about you.

Grant.

A name venerated in the North.

He's the one who liberated the blacks.

- So you're not going out? - Oh, pretty soon, to the drugstore.

I consider his invitation an imperative one.

Come on then. It's just across the way.

Well what have we here?

Take to heart what I tell you.

These youngsters have the same prejudices as the old ones.

- I'm dying to get lucky. - A nice piece of luck.

We better taken advantage of Stan being away for a while.

Well? What did I tell you?

This establishment should be the least popular in town.

Only there's nowhere else to go.

I've had enough of these thugs.

I've already lost most of my regulars.

If this keeps up, I might as well close up shop.

Stan Walker become a giant.

You wait and see.

It'll start up again and then what will happen?

This is the only distraction Trenton has going in my opinion, Joe Grant.

The usual?

A soda.

Be a love, Chandley, introduce me.

It's up to you to introduce yourself, my little Charlotte.

Oh, no. I'd never dare.

No. But just wait. They'll do it.

Ah. Here they come.

- You mind? I'm gonna go play something. - Okay.

- Hello. - Hey.

Aren't we here to dance?

Stop drooling.

Treton's rituals are going to strike you as mysterious.

You'll get the hang of it. It's an initiation ritual.

The length of my stay depends on you.

Oh. That's right. I keep forgetting.

I've got your future entirely in my hands.

Give me what you owe me.

A dollar for a tip?

You don't say.

That one's going to be an artist.

That's one way of putting it.

- Ladykiller David, huh? - Cut it out, you two.

Not until we settle this.

Remind me what I'm paying for?

Making a move on my sister.

You've gotta pay me for turning a blind eye.

Then I'd better pay you, too.

Can't have both of them.

Tough choice.

I still can't decide.

What'll it be?

An electric duel.

- Okay. - No!

Mona! Music!

Who'd have thought you'd walk right into

a scene so typically Trentonian?

Don't start that up. It's very dangerous. Mr. Walker wouldn't want you to...

Mr. Walker's gone away!

Let go of me!

Tell them, Janet!

Spot.

Go ahead, Sonny.

Do it.

Stand by...

Let's go!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Ten!

Eleven!

Twelve!

Thirteen!

Fourteen!

Fifteen!

Fifteen seconds.

A tough act to follow, David.

No! I'm begging you!

Don't do it!

Don't do it!

Let me go!

Let me go.

Let me go! I can't take it!

Let me go.

If you refuse, you'll never leave.

Spot....

Stand by...

Here we go!

I think the show's over.

Let's split. It's getting messy around here.

Tomorrow morning, I'm going fishing. Interested in coming along?

I'd have to pay up otherwise.

- Let me do that. - I'm doing it.

Move.

Shit man!

We'll get up early.

My income used to be more comfortable,

but since this mess with Stan Walker I haven't been able to turn a profit.

Did Lex tell you about him?

He never spoke much of Stan Walker.

- You could crash through to the ground. - Yes. I should have warned you.

I rigged it up with scoth tape.

Isn't it dangerous?

I get a kick out of danger.

Life goes by so fast, it astonishes me.

Good night, Mr. Grant.

Haven't you got anything to say?

Would you like to whip it out of me?

Don't act stupid.

Aren't you going to apologize to me?

For still being alive?

I beg your pardon.

It was my fault...

My name is Lizbeth Shannon.

Joey Grant.

You have a uncanny knack for running into strangers, Lizbeth.

Mr. Grant and I were just getting to know each other.

He seems to be a shady character.

This is no good at all what you are doing out here, Miss Lizbeth!

I promised Mrs. Shannon that I'd look after you.

I hate that, Harrison.

I don't like being watched.

If granny wants to keep her niggers busy, let them look after the house!

I've got to be more careful.

I was thinking I should come and look for some books tomorrow.

Perhaps I'd better come by myself.

You're always welcome, Lizbeth.

Does that sound okay, Mr. Grant?

That's one delightful girl, you know?

She's richer than anyone around here.

Once Stan Walker has married her,

he'll own all of Trenton.

Then she's bought like anything else he owns.

I'm very sorry, Miss Lizbeth,

but I'm obliged to tell Mrs. Shannon.

My poor Harrison,

Just what is there left to tell her?

Morning!

Morning.

Who was this young man who was out fishing with Chandley?

You see, Harrison. There's hardly any more to tell.

Granny, picture him:

He's a friend of Chandley's, too.

Handsome as a snapdragon.

You've found yet another boy in Trenton? You've got some luck.

Way back when, my Chandley was a handsome boy, too.

which Thomas didn't like at all.

- One can't make Miss Lizbeth do as she ought, ma'am,

- try as one might. - Don't worry.

Stan Walker's gonna take real good care of that himself.

Granny? Don't you need a book?

- I'm going to the bookstore tomorrow. - To get something to read to Stan.

There can only be one reason:

Lizbeth Shannon was able to be caught short of breath?

Be still my heart!

Me, too, I'll go I need to see this Joey Grant!

Sylvia! Cover up! You're always being so stupid.

In the South, a young daughter of the gentry should never allow the sun

- to touch her skin. - Mmm hmm.

Nobody will bite for at least three hours.

The aristocracy of Trenton is based on raised eyebrows.

Should a Shannon get called up for war,

he'd raise an eyebrow and get a reprieve.

- Did you serve in Korea? - Ah, I did a nice tour in the army.

I was already out before the Korean War.

And today, Trenton is marching to death.

Stan Walker won't allow the Queen of Tennessee Shannon Walker to get away.

If he could become King Eyebrow, he'd soon enough sacrifice Lizbeth Shannon.

To be married like that for such reasons, poor Lizbeth...

- so pure, so sincere... - So you keep telling me!

You could always become a bookseller to make a living.

Looks like a storm's coming. See you later.

Hey, Joe!

If you need anything, phone me. I won't be going anywhere.

- You should get a car to take you up. - Oh, no.

I should be back in time for Mass.

Ah!

Don't let yourself be photographed.

He wants to take them to try force you to forget her and run you out of town.

Stan Walker expects to rule alone.

As long as the rich girl allows it.

Leaving Chandley? If you go away, Trenton will be a town without culture.

Thank goodness my friend Joe Grant is here to take charge.

Pay up, Chandley.

So it's true, what I've been hearing?

Were you told you could leave the bookstore by Stan?

You've heard wrong.

Come on. I need to talk to you.

Let's go!

A spider.

I don't trust 'im.

You're quite entitled to your opinion.

And so is Stan Walker, for his part.

About what?

Did you fill him in?

He's a quick learner.

Yeah!

Joe!

It seems you'll need to fill out a supplementary application.

No need, Chandley.

There's a man here who is the boss of everyone in town.

Even the Shannons.

Stan Walker!

Thanks to whom...

To us...

Click!

Watch the birdie!

Oh, these Trenton nights.

Click!

Flirting with a playgirl.

Click!

Looking to become a daddy with a club waitress?

Click!

Stan's main squeeze with a black singer.

Where's the boss?

No. Stan doesn't bother with this place.

What's your problem?

These photos aren't for sale.

Private collection?

- A souvenir album? - I'm not buying.

- Her family will know you're no good. - What a racket.

You'll be chased out of Trenton before 4 o'clock.

What for?

Staining moral decency, for example.

You've made yourself quite clear.

Really?

That doesn't bother him. Joe isn't prejudiced.

At least he's in your corner.

So show your respect to Stan,

otherwise he'll tell everyone everything you're up to. Got it?

Seems he nothing but a coward.

I'm telling you otherwise.

What were you told about him by Lex?

I haven't seen enough of him to have noted such small details.

Spare me your lectures.

Save them for this big fat chicken.

Come on gang. We're off to the lake.

Coming?

Aren't you going along?

I'll be just swell right here.

You'd be better somewhere else.

You got somewhere better to suggest?

Doesn't that turn you on?

I love it.

I hope I'm not bothering you?

Not at all, Miss Wick.

I've come to look for the latest crime novel.

I can't find the one I'm looking for.

"The Dangling Dagger"

in the suspense collection.

Ah! Here it is!

The crime novel is a tough genre but we catch on with careful obversation.

Thanks.

You're a very nice boy, Mr. Grant,

- except you smoke too much. - I don't smoke, ma'am.

Your clever evasions don't fool me!

Your fingernails are yellowed with nicotine!

Your clever evasions can't cover up what you're hiding, Mr. Grant!

Your fingernails are yellowed with nicotine!

Shouldn't you be closing up shop?

It's late.

You're handsome Joe.

You've got shoulders like a black boxer.

Joe!

You're hurting me.

Where is Virginia?

You're going to get a headache from listening to that music the young like?

You've got me all figured out, Miss Wick.

So, Miss Shannon.

You, too? Heading for the bookshop?

- Yeah. - I knew it.

The whole town of Trenton is waiting for that boy to open up this morning.

Miss?

What do you need?

I'd like to buy some books.

What kind of books?

I'll usually find them.

Oh.

You don't know me, Mr. Grant. My name is Sylvia Shannon.

Ah...

I'm told that you know all the girls in Trenton.

Hmm. I'd better know them.

You're already open?

I placed it this week.

It's my vice... this addiction to musicals.

- I used to be a chaplain for my church. - Yes. Mr. Chandley told me about that.

Well, that's just as well.

Today's youth enjoy nothing except the niggers' music.

Me, I love the niggers!

They make the best servants.

Do you have a leak?

It's the shower.

Joe!

Where are the towels?

No. I don't see anything I like today, Mr. Grant.

You're really very nice.

You'll go over big in Trenton.

There's one quality that leaves an impressesion like no other:

- Discretion. - Exactly so.

See you soon, ma'am.

Hey! What's keeping you?

You'd better go and find out. Time's a wasting.

Take it and get out.

That should be enough to wear for someone like you?

Shush!

No, Joe. No.

Wait!

You know what they say,

Running a successful business always involves a few complications.

You should know that's crude.

I wouldn't want to compromise your honor.

Getting a little jealous?

A girl only has to take off her gloves to sweep a man off his feet.

- My jacket? - Oh.

Here.

Good morning, Miss Shannon.

Have you found what you want to read?

Oh, yes!

See you later, Mr. Grant.

Shouldn't you be going, Lizbeth?

I certainly didn't want you to walk in on this scene.

Stay a while in Trenton and more friendly overtures should follow.

It's your opinion that matters to me.

Not Trenton's.

My grandmother has prepared her book order.

Well tell me what you're thinking about me!

I have no right to judge you, Mr. Grant!

I say you do have the right!

Lizbeth.

You must listen...

Don't say anything.

Never fear, Stan's coming here.

- Where from? - Where else? The milk station.

So what else is up for today? Forgot?

I'm special advisor to the sister in charge.

- Try to be serious, for a change. - Oh, cut the crap.

So he'll be happy if we just pretend to listen to him.

Got anything to drink?

Maybe in the cabin. I'll go and look.

Hey! You forgot about that!

That's not for you.

You'll pay for that!

Go ahead, hit me!

Come on! I called you here.

I'm pitiless, too.

Been enjoying your freedom, huh?

Better enjoy it while it lasts.

I sure have, Stan.

Listen up!

Don't you have any news?

I keep getting phonecalls and they're all about Joey Grant.

What did they say... ?

Trenton is mine!

You've alway known that. What happened?

Go back to the party and don't let on you've seen me.

Let's go! You're deserve a badge for courage.

Dog! I'll let you know when I need a replacement.

Generally speaking in these tales, a woman winds up getting enslaved.

He stands uncontested while we wait for somebody to show him what a real man is.

For me, it's enough to hold my rifle.

- In keeping with your theory. - Ah! They're easy to shoot.

Yet I never get to do it.

The big game that interests me...

the law forbids its slaughter.

Anyway, it'd be quite a shot.

With this rifle!

Boom!

Stan Walker!

You're clipped in the shoulder.

Pow!

Right between the eyes!

Pow!

The drugstore manager!

Pow!

The sneeky critter!

No. Not you.

I like you too much.

All of their corpses littering the streets?

Trenton in revolution!

What keeps me from wringing their necks?

Handcuffs.

No.

No. That would be stupid. Taking them down will require a more subtle noose.

I've waited here, longing for such a scene with you.

Where are the others?

They're far away, getting drunk.

Come on.

I know a place where nobody ever goes.

It's my castle, where Beauty sleeps.

The pirate's house.

Right there.

Just tie that rope around the neck.

When it drops,

you've got a guy hanging to dry.

Just like that!

When I think about it, I tremble.

It's a huge turn-on!

You're beautiful.

Your skin is so white.

If you want, you can strangle me.

Joe!

That's not for you to wear!

Go back to Trenton and get off with Joey Grant.

Go and find him and bring him to me!

As soon as he came,

he was the big guy in town.

I've got something to show you.

Get down.

Get down!

Who is your boss here?

He's the only one you know how to follow?

You dropped the ball so quickly that nobody noticed.

And what happened in the mean time?

Trenton has fallen into revolt!

Well? What are you waiting for?

Bring Joe Grant to me at once!

You want to see me?

I already know you.

Your friends have told me all about you.

Joey Grant.

I've also heard a lot about you.

Never interrupt me... never mind whether you think you know me.

You're from Memphis, I'm told?

There was a lot of talk in Memphis last week

A black got lynched for raping a white girl.

Haven't all of you heard about that?

No?

I left Memphis months ago.

They don't like blacks very much down South, huh?

That's why they run... anybody who happens to be a nigger.

It's swarming with them around here.

That makes for

sweat, idleness,

and death.

And women? What do they lead to? Other than their greediness, what?

Money troubles?

But

Southern men have their prejudices.

Huh?

Have I lost you?

He sure is strange, that Joey.

I wonder where he came from...

Sir! There's been an accident.

Who'd have thought I'd run into you again.

We'd better not do it so often. Stan Walker won't want to marry you.

Don't you worry.

Stan has too much going on to even notice your existence.

You must know: his sobsong about how to buy his boat, he needs a girl

who'll love and marry him.

At what price did your family sell you, Miss Shannon?

You're ignoble!

Or should I be asking, at what heir?

Your price fell short.

She certainly estimated me higher.

It's clear to me where his interest lies.

All too clear.

I sure hope that your marriage to Stan Walker

will reward what's been invested.

This is what goes on every day!

How am I to do business?

How am I supposed to cut hair?

You knew I'd come.

I wasn't expect an apology from you.

You're too horrible to make one.

Every time we see each other somebody gets hurt.

I only regret that I heard those words you spoke about me this afternoon.

It's been impossible, Joe.

You'd better forget about me.

I'm hot on the trail of that story of dead black guy, mister.

And for the moment, I'm at a complete loss.

He's ignoring us.

You think?

Perhaps I haven't adequately explained what I'm after.

I don't like this kind of stuff.

It always runs out of control.

Come on.

- You can do better than me, Joe. - No!

Never say that.

I never would have, probably ever.

I want you to know everything.

Before you arrived in Trenton,

everything was simple for me:

I wanted to have money...

to marry Stan...

to go on living in this town where I was born.

Now I'm going to need a lot more courage.

Goodbye, Joe.

Just like that? I thought you liked that.

I love being kissed.

But not by you.

By Joey Grant?

You weren't invited to sit down.

Thought I'd lay down and wait for my burial.

Joey Grant's nothing like you.

You're right about that.

The guy we're talking about could spend his whole life trying to dress like me.

Maybe this idea was made too rashly but...

our parents have decided you'll marry me next month.

Why are you hiding your eyes from me today?

Ah! I love making you look at me.

You're a wild beast, Lizbeth.

It'll be my pleasure to tame you.

You can't imagine what I have in store for you.

In our bedroom, I hope I'll find you on the bed

like a purring little pussy.

Stan Walker!

No one told me you were visiting.

Pardon me, Mrs. Shannon.

I was just so eager to see Lizbeth again.

Being patient is essential virtue in life.

Don't you see that, sir?

You really ought tp know better.

In the future, Mrs. Shannon, I will only visit with your permission.

Well put.

Broad daylight and it seems you're asleep!

I've given you that umbrella so that you can shield me from the sun!

I wasn't sleeping ma'am.

Lizbeth?

Give me that umbrella and then go get lost!

Sometimes he's so fresh!

Lizbeth...

Come over here.

That trip to the bookstore has made you so sullen.

I'd have thought you'd have perked up seeing Stan Walker.

I don't want to marry Stan, nan.

I can't do it!

At your age, you imagine there's a Prince Charming out there.

I didn't want to marry your grandfather, either.

You're holding out for a great love like a genuine romantic!

I remember!

Oh, yes. Chandley!

Isn't that funny?

That man could just talk! As if mere words could lead to happiness.

Thus the books that he sells.

I'd never be happy with Stan.

You? You were happy with grandfather.

I certainly do hope that you'll find happiness with Stan Walker.

Especially when it comes to his requirements for pleasure.

Help me get up.

Go and fetch Harrison.

Lizbeth!

You're prone to such folly due to young love. What else?

But try to be good.

Trenton!

I need to get there right away.

We're going to Trenton. We'll leave right away.

Very well, ma'am.

There's no one there, ma'am.

We'll wait for him, Harrison.

Where are you going?

Stop!

You're always running off!

Hello Mr. Drugstore. You have candy, don't you?

- Aw... give me a piece! - Just a piece! - One for me!

Come on!

Everyone's is remarking about your presence.

Messing with Stan Walker, Joe, can only lead to more trouble.

Excuse me.

Now what has made you so sad?

That's a strange thing to be.

Aw... come on!

There you go.

What do you say?

It wasn't anything. You're beside yourself?

For what?

The attitudes of people change fast around here don't they Mrs. Shannon?

Don't be sarcastic, Horace!

It's you who I've come to see.

But it's been forty years since we last visited I believe, Virginia.

I guess that was a long time for me to make you wait?

But do I dare to ask my question again?

You still hold a warm place in my heart.

I can guess what you're after.

That Joey Grant,

he's seduced the whole town.

Seems you're confused againt.

You could have taken me if I hadn't been taken already.

I'm very pleased to see you again, Virginia.

Don't make me wait so long for your next visit.

- Go ahead, Harrison. - Yessum.

It wasn't my fault, Mr. Grant. Those brats were in my way.

It's been more than an hour that I've been waiting for you to come back.

I've come to bid farewell.

Why? Leaving Trenton, Miss Shannon?

Me?

Certainly not.

And you?

What is this?

Lizbeth and Stan have decided to get married in a month.

You'll have nothing more to do around here.

Besides,

Stan won't put up with your presence any more.

Trenton's been so sleepy for so long.

So...

when I telegraphed Stan to tell him about you,

I never could have imagined that it would unleash a veritable revolution.

Anyway,

we're having a reception this evening

to make the formal wedding announcement.

If it would amuse you,

you could come.

Your invitation, sir?

But I need your invitation, sir.

Go away.

Sir, entrance is restricted.

I'm astonished to see you here, Mr. Grant.

The Shannons don't usually invite shopkeepers.

James!

Aren't workers welcome in this house?

Good evening, Joe.

We weren't expecting you so soon.

Granny can't wait to meet you.

She'll want to talk to you right away.

You shouldn't have come, Joe.

You're still free. You have to decide.

Choice?

I'm Stan's.

I've fallen in love with you.

Love cannot be denied.

Oh, I knew you'd accept my invitation.

I was looking everywhere for you.

Joe. This reception is terribly boring.

Let's go amuse ourselves at my place.

Right away. I'll show you the way.

A whiskey sour.

Watch where you're going!

Mother of God! Go!

- Go on! Go on! - Oh. Better watch where you're going.

- Get up! - I'm bombed.

- There's not much further to go. - Go ahead. Go ahead.

He's too drunk!

Step aside!

Step aside. Clear the way, David!

Whiskey sour! Pour him another.

Next?

She's up for grabs.

You don't need any more tonight.

- Yoohoo! - Yoohoo!

- Take a seat. Take a shot!

- There you go. Who'll take a shot at her?

There! Throw caution to the wind.

There! There! Go on. She's waiting!

Watch out!

You're stepping out of turn.

I'm afraid Joe is my guest.

I'll leave Joe to you. I'll just have to wait.

I thought you could use one.

Let's go, David!

Don't drink so fast! We have all night.

Who's next?

All right. Let's go. Ready?

Careful!

Faster!

You're not the type Lizbeth usually goes for.

Stan... she got him. And he bought her.

Believing all the while that he's free.

Come back. Just about!

There we go. Almost!

But once he's had her long enough...

he'll cut her loose and send her marching..

Ho! ho! Look out!

What do you want, Miss Shannon?

Goddamn! Watch your step! Watch your step.

Kiss me, Joe.

Ah! Mind the line!

Go ahead... go ahead.

Go ahead. You're half way there.

Go! You're half way...

Man down!

I'm drunk.

What do you want from me?

You must be joking, David.

If you abandon Janet on the perch, someone's bound to come knocking.

I'll count.

One!

- Two! - Two!

- Three! - Three!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

OUT!

I'll find another one.

- Come on. Another shot! - I'm wasted!

Not wasted enough it seems!

Come on. Give it a shot! What a prize!

Hmm... you're trying to get me drunk.

She'll always love you, Joe.

But what she's reserved for Stan...

has proven stronger.

You're not bothered?

No.

With another girl, that'd be fine.

But with me, nothing would be held back.

And you?

What are you up to?

Me?

I'm seizing the opportunity.

Hey! David's sobering up!

David!

I could go for another. I'm game.

May I?

May I?

I think I'd play well with Joe.

Oh no. Not with Mr. Grant. This guy's a ladykiller.

He killed Lizbeth, for example.

Joe!

Well?

You resent the fact that Liz has taken Stan.

Not at all.

You're hungry for more shame.

You think this might satisfy your craving.

This fish wants to hook me!

No! No.

You're jealous of Liz.

And that is what is driving you.

Knowing that she'll have him soon,

you want your turn.

- That's not true! - Yes, that's what you're looking for!

You have to have Stan.

Whatever the price!

No. That's not true. It's you I want.

No. You don't want me.

You're only after mischief.

That's what you want.

No, Joe!

Nobody else! I want you, Joe!

Oh, Joe! No! It's you I want.

It's you...

No! Oh!

No! No!

No!

No, Joe! No.

Joe, I need you.

Shouldn't that be Stan?

No.

- You have to listen to me. - Too late.

Your sister's got my number and there's nothing left for anyone else.

Forgive me.

- I guess I was wrong. - Me, too.

Joe?

No, Joe!

Joe!

Liz!

Bow wow wow!

Joey Grant!

I want to talk to you.

I don't like seeing you upset.

When anybody's troubled, I feel sorry for him.

But I also have my worries.

Know anything about that?

It's nothing but stupid folly.

To endure all this at the same time.

It's great being Trenton's boss, but

that only makes me a shopkeeper.

You'll be married in two months.

I had to get myself hitched to get my inheritance.

To make babies.

You're Shannon Walker's lapdog.

Where are you taking me?

Where I get my confidence.

Here you have it. My hideaway.

It's cool, huh?

Have you messed around with any Europeans?

No, no, no. No, no, no.

Since I assured you before that we're not prejudiced,

a blonde won't do at all.

Drink!

Joe!

It's cool, huh?

Yeah. Whatever you want, they've got it here.

The latest arrivals.

Hope you don't mind if they cry.

They haven't been taken yet.

Well? What do you say?

This one will go with Joey Grant.

I think it'll have to be her finest hour.

Why not? I've bought her for you.

Where's he going?

Where'd he go?

Who's out there?

I'm warning you, I'll shoot.

He must have heard us coming.

Right now, I only care about what he knows.

Make Chandley give it up to save himself.

And if he won't spill his guts we'll spill his.

Mr. Walker.

Couldn't it have waited until morning to invite me to join in your party games?

Bring him over here.

Who is Joe Grant?

Haven't you had plenty of time to get to know him and ask him yourself?

- Lex sent him to me. - And?

He was born in Memphis.

That's all I know.

Tomorrow, they're gonna find poor old Chandley's body floating in the lake.

Too bad.

Stop! I'm still talking!

He's a negro who wants to cross the color line...

He's the brother of the one who they strung up.

That'll do. Let's go.

The Shannon residence!

Harrison?

I need to speak with old Mrs. Shannon.

Well bring her here. And make it snappy.

I'm gonna to have to get rid of this filthy beast myself.

- Maybe she wanted to... - That's up to my father.

Harrison?

Go and find Lizbeth for me.

Thank you, Horace.

I'll get it cleared up by tomorrow.

Close the door.

I would like to speak to you about Joey Grant.

Liz!

Liz! Come back!

Liz!

Tell me.

Do you know who you are holding?

A nigger!

- A nigger. - I know, Joe!

They strung up my brother because he loved a white woman.

I'm sorry.

You, too. You love a white woman.

I would avenge him

if I killed you.

If we're happy together,

he's avenged.

We must get away from here, Joe.

Tonight.

We can't stay in Trenton any more.

Wait for me here in a half hour.

In front by the gates.

Liz...

Hold me!

No Stan. Not tonight. I want to be alone.

Piece of shit!

You know who you've slept with?

With a nigger!

- No. That's not true... - With a nigger!

Joe Grant!

A Memphis nigger!

What you've done with him is shameful.

He swore he'd have a white girl and you've accomodated him.

No!

Then that nigger must not... have touched you at all?

Stan! Stan, I didn't know!

- If you had, would you have consented? - No.

Then it amounts to force.

He raped you.

Yes, Stan. Yes.

Yes. You know what that deserves?

Say it.

Say it!

He should die.

Whenever a black rapes a white girl,

the one that did it always gets acquited through legal maneuvering.

Help yourself.

Are my eyes deceiving me?

Joe Grant's about to leave Trenton which only proves that this is a wicked town.

This is fine thanks for the trouble your presence in Trenton has brought me.

With all of their pretentious airs,

all the people here go on making mockery a way of life.

I've been repaid in one week for everything I've lost in twenty years.

It only takes one nigger to drown all of Trenton in its shame!

Lex sure has some brilliant ideas.

You're talking out of turn, Mr. Chandley.

I guess that the pure Lizbeth Shannon had no idea, either?

No, no. Not at all.

If you'd only seen their faces when I told them about you.

How your brother got strung up for raping a white girl.

No, no... Joe. No, no.

Don't do anything stupid. They're coming after you.

And I could help you get across the border.

You still have a chance.

No!

Chandley!

Hurry, Joe! You're in danger! I'll explain everything to you!

- Mr. Walker, tell this man to leave.... - Joe Grant has murdered Chandley.

He's kidnapped Sylvia Shannon.

Probably to ransom her.

Go on. Hit the road.

And the rest of you! Split! Give me your gun.

Give me your gun!

Let's go after him before it's too late.

Why would you choose Trenton to avenge yourself?

When we didn't do anything to you?

How can you believe now that I'd want to go away with you?

As long as I avenge him.

You're going to pay dearly for what you've done.

I was just sitting there when I was taken

- by a nigger! - Don't you forget it!

No!

I won't forget anything!

Keep to your own kind!

I won't let a nigger go around saying that I slept with him.

In the South, when a nigger sleeps with a white woman,

we put him down like a rabid dog!

Stan!

I've wounded him!

Don't move. I'll go and find him.

Stan!

Kill him, Stan. Kill him!

Kill him.

Joe?

Too late, Liz.

Chandley and Stan are dead.

Let me go.

Stay with me, Johnny.

We must be close to the border, Joe.

After that, we'll be smiling pretty.

Remind me.

We've left where?

They're... they're not going to lynch you again Johnny.

Johnny...

stay with me.

I...

We've got you surrounded Joe Grant.

Don't move!

Put your hands up!

We've got you surrounded Joe Grant.

Don't move!

Put your hands up!

We've got you surrounded Joe Grant.

Don't move.

Put your hands up!

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