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Stay away from my fucking home!

Stay away!

Stay away from my family!

Keep away from here!

Stay away, stay away from my home!

Stop.

Stop.

I'm right here.

I'm right here.

I'm right here.

Come down.

Come on down for supper.

And Ms. Vernetta, you remember her. Took in laundry?

Married to that fool with the droopy eye,

used to run sour mash from his shed?

Mm.

Well, Ms. Vernetta's boy Willie made me

a really nice going-away card and...

- Mama got a whole stack of them. - Mm-hmm.

- Anything in any of them? - Henry.

I should stay home and help with the baby.

Um...

Well, who will show Mrs. Jenkins

what straight A's look like?

But I got B's.

Exactly. Come help Mama with dessert.

It's night, right?

It's just after 7:00.

Just after 7:00.

All right, give your daddy a plate first.

You're going to love this.

Here you go, baby.

Henry, stay.

Stay.

Ruby and I, we...

We made pie.

It's peach.

Stay.

Ms. - Ms. Vernetta...

she-she mentioned...

She talks a lot, doesn't she?

Yes. Yes, she does.

She mentioned that they're hiring

down at the sorghum plant.

You should get a job on trains, Daddy.

Bring me back things from all over.

That's a great idea, Ruby.

They have a line from Morehead to Richmond.

Be home by supper.

Is there a beach down there, Mama?

Remember when we did the maps in school?

Ruby, go to your room.

- Go to your room. - We made that for Daddy.

It's okay. It's okay.

Daddy's just tired.

Daddy's just tired, okay?

Okay?

They never even let us pick up a gun.

What?

Colored soldiers

weren't "battle ready" or some such.

What they did to us, you wouldn't even do to a...

What? What, baby? What?

As if fighting the Germans wasn't enough.

Using us like we were...

Army and their bullshit experiments.

Nerve gas, mustard gas.

"Recognize the effects."

That's what they told us.

See the effects on those goddamned krauts.

Not us, you know?

They did that to you?

Not as bad as some.

The smell.

They call it a mustard gas, but when you're choking on it...

It smells...

...sweet.

S-Sweet.

You understand me, Luck?

My little girl made me a pie

and I couldn't even eat it.

I'm sorry, all right? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to throw the...

You'll tell her?

No.

But we can.

Got to get right, right.

- Goddamn it. - Hey. Hey. Hey.

We got this.

Henry?

Henry.

Little guy was scratching to get in.

Oh, God.

Gonna call him Sergeant.

What you think?

Yeah, you a Sarge, all right.

Compton Police. Open up!

Compton Police! Open up!

- Daddy! - Gracie.

Sit with your mama, Gracie Jean.

Open up!

- Can we have a word with you? - Luck?

Breathe, baby.

Breathe, okay?

It'll all be over in a minute.

All right?

We know you are in there!

- We got this. - Open up!

Don't make us break the door down!

Compton Police! Open up!

Hands up!

Stop! Hands on the wall.

Get on the wall!

What took you so long to open the door?

- My girls were scared, Officer. - Oh,

your girls were scared? You know who else was scared?

Your neighbors. Say she had a gun.

What's she doing with a gun, anyway?

I locked it up, Officer.

East Compton ain't that kind of neighborhood.

These are decent, hardworking people.

Which one of you is this?

Put my brother

down!

All right, folks, I'm gonna need y'all

to take a step back now. Let's go.

- Come on. - Sergeant? Betty Wendell.

- I called. - I appreciate that, Mrs. Wendell,

but right now, I'm gonna need everyone to get up

- out of this street. Let's go. - Sergeant, that...

woman had a gun in her hand.

And she was facing my home.

And what happened then, Mrs. Wendell?

Then... her husband had the good sense

to pull her inside before she hurt someone.

She was ranting and raving like some sort of lunatic.

And once she was inside the home?

- S-Sorry? - Once she was inside the home,

any threat to you and your family was, uh, over.

Am I getting that right?

With respect...

I don't understand

how that's supposed to make me feel any safer.

Mrs. Wendell, the, uh...

the thing about a threat is that, well...

if it doesn't turn into action, there isn't a whole

heck of a lot of action I can take in return.

You understand?

I understand.

All right, let's go.

Let's go, ladies.

- Fucking useless. - Keep moving. Keep moving.

You, too, come on.

Put him down!

For Pete's sake!

What are you two doing?

Now then.

Somebody want to tell me what's happening here?

Ain't that a shame.

You know, sometimes the, uh, previous owners

will leave traps out.

Or poison.

Get all kinds of nasty critters out here...

Rats, skunks, raccoons,

opossums... whew.

Good lord, those things.

Broken.

You think someone could have gotten in?

I don't suppose much more

than a dog's getting through there.

Your wife.

She, uh...

she always pick up the morning paper

with a loaded sidearm?

You gonna get the lady who killed my dog?

- Gracie Jean, hush... - Lady?

Who said anything about a lady?

Miss Vera. She grabbed my neck.

- Gracie, stop it! - Who is Miss Vera?

Why didn't you say there was anyone else

- in the house? - She...

she, a woman might've broken in,

might've grabbed my daughter's neck.

Here.

Here... Where... Where is it?

Where is it?! It was right here...

- Mama, stop. Please stop it! - Where is it?

What's going on out here?

Sounds like you all had a visitor

this morning.

You let us know if she makes another appearance, ma'am.

She, um...

hasn't been herself lately.

But, uh...

we'll get her right soon enough.

I hope so, Mr. Emory.

I sure hope so.

Again, I am truly sorry about your dog.

Unfortunately, accidents do happen.

Meantime, we'll be patrolling the neighborhood.

Keeping an eye.

Make sure no more, uh...

hijinks happen, would you?

- All right. - All right.

Yeah, well...

In front of that man, acting like I'm crazy.

Trampling all over our things like they pay rent.

He talked to them.

You. Grinning at him like some sort of...

What?

Not today, Luck.

Somebody did this, Henry.

Somebody did this. I know it.

He tried the windows.

One's broken.

Any critter could've opened that screen.

Maybe Sarge was outside.

Tell me you at least acknowledge it's possible.

And more likely than somebody crawling

into a window barely big enough for a child,

and doing this...

...barehanded.

Just look at it

cold and plain.

That's all, Luck.

Gracie can't go telling people

about her pretend friends.

She's a child, Henry.

Telling white folks.

Go and show them how we do.

Is Mama crazy?

Ruby, never in your life say anything like that...

- She had a gun. - I know.

Outside, Daddy. And everybody saw her.

She's been through a lot...

And the way that she was talking to the policemen.

Like she was craz...

It was embarrassing.

Listen, baby girl,

I know you think you're grown,

but that's your mother you're talking about.

All right?

Sorry.

That's all right.

You wouldn't remember.

Couldn't have been more than Gracie's age now.

But I was pretty...

"out of it" myself when I got home.

But I can tell you, your mama is the one who got me right.

And we're gonna do that for her.

Help her however she needs until she feels like herself again.

Make it official, like.

There you go.

Go on now.

You got Mama's hand?

I got it.

Good girl.

It's cold.

Why are we down here, Mama?

Well, the policeman said one of the windows

might be broken.

I say we fix it before your daddy gets home.

What do you think?

Stay right there. I don't want you stepping

on anything by accident.

He was right.

Gracie?

Gracie, what are you doing over there?

I told you to stay right here.

Gracie?

She said it wasn't the window, Mama.

Who did?

Okay, Gracie.

We have to stop with Miss Vera, all right, baby?

She isn't real.

But she's looking right at you.

Can't you see her?

Do you smell her now, Mama?

What does she smell like?

Sometimes at night,

I hear her walking down the hall.

But I always smell her first.

She smells bad, Mama.

Really, really bad.

What kind of smell?

Like dead things, Mama.

Did you see her, Mama?

No, I-I didn't see anything, baby.

But you felt it, didn't you?

If I say yes, you promise not to tell your daddy?

I promise.

You've...

You've had your Miss Vera book for a while now, baby.

She ever visit you,

back home in North Carolina?

She didn't start messing with me until we got here.

There's something bad in this house.

I don't like it.

Do you?

It's all right.

For now, we just got to try.

Your daddy worked real hard for this house.

Will you try?

For me?

That's my girl.

I don't want her to get me.

Hey. Hey. Nothing's getting you.

Anyone even try to touch a hair on your head,

what your mama gonna do?

Beat their asses?

That's right.

I love you, Mama.

Oh...

I love you, too, baby.

Betts, you're early.

Busy?

It's called "The Figure 8."

Found it in "Housekeeping." This doctor in New York City

realized that gals get hungry, on average,

eight times a day. Eight.

I didn't know that.

Is that a new car in the driveway?

You know, boys and their toys.

Eight of these, eight times a day for eight days.

I know, it sounds like a bunch of hooey,

but before you judge, I have already lost four whole pounds

- in three days. - That's wonderful.

You remember the weight I kept on after I had Bobby.

- Never again. - Midge.

You look great.

You do.

- But... - I know, I still have

a few more to go before I tell every...

She had a gun.

And that policeman this morning, if you can call him that,

she might as well have been watering her lawn

- for all he cared. - Well, if the police are involved,

I'm sure it will sort itself out.

It will. Yeah.

It will sort itself out.

Because we're going to do something about it.

Tonight. At the HOA meeting.

Marty doesn't know his ass from his elbow.

- Dale needs to... - Betts, I...

I think it's best to leave this to the boys.

This is your home, Midge.

What if little Bobby

or Dale Jr. had been playing outside?

What if they had seen her?

Or worse.

This is how it begins.

How it changes.

With one family.

But it's never just the one family.

I-I've been reading the papers.

This is an article about this neighborhood

called Kensington in Chicago.

Once they get comfortable,

if they're allowed to get comfortable,

they start making phone calls.

And then, there's another family.

And another.

And soon, this street...

our street, becomes...

Make sure Dale reads this before he speaks tonight.

Ammunition.

Oh, Midge.

It'll be okay. W-We'll get them out.

We just have to...

I wanted to tell you, but...

Oh.

You're moving.

Dale told Clarke last night. I...

- I figured he would have... - He didn't.

Well, you know how he's been buttering up

the bigwigs at the plant.

It finally worked.

They want him to run the whole West Coast.

The new car.

I tried to be mad, but honestly, I think

I love it more than he does.

- Moving. - Only to Anaheim.

Which you will love, by the way. You must visit.

Promise? The new house has so many rooms.

Too many rooms.

You and Clarke could come for a weekend getaway.

Very busy.

Of course.

Of course you are, with everything going on, yeah.

There's something else.

I haven't told anyone, not even Dale.

Not yet.

I'm with child.

I just worry so much.

For you, for Nat.

My God, with these...

...people.

That woman with a gun.

This is just not the place to raise kids anymore.

If you and Clarke had...

The...

Good on you, Midge.

Best of luck in the new home.

Snap out of it, pal.

At least push your pencil around.

I can finish a whole racing form before lunch.

The all-seeing eye sees all, knows all.

- Thanks. - Sure.

I'm Henry.

Yeah, I know.

Gary.

And don't mention it.

Uh-oh. Too late.

Please, have a seat.

You comfortable?

Yes, sir.

I can't hear you.

Yes, sir.

Let me share something with you.

I've got love in my heart for all God's creatures,

but do not bend me over, Emory.

- Yes, sir. No, sir. - Yeah, yeah.

Three bags full, sir.

I went to bat for you, Emory.

With the board. Do you know that?

Do you?

Maybe you've noticed,

we don't have many Negroes around here.

You don't?

All right, I like a man with a sense of humor.

Rochester!

That's Jack Benny.

No? Oh, Emory, he's hysterical.

He's thoroughly hysterical.

Let me ask you a question. You got a television set? Hmm?

No, sir. Uh, we just moved, but I-I plan on it.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

What is it, it's, uh, it's Georgia, right?

North Carolina.

Why quibble?

How you finding it?

Uh, it's fine.

- Mm. - I mean, it's an adjustment,

like anything, but, uh, it'll be great.

I completely understand.

I'm from New Haven.

Yeah. Let me tell you something.

If you find a decent cruller around here,

you call me first, okay?

Yes, sir.

Was there anything...?

Don't bullshit me, Emory.

Now, you are either goldbricking out there...

- No, sir. - No? Really?

Hmm. Then what?

If I'm honest, Mr. Berks...

...it's just,

our family dog, sir, he died this morning.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

My girls were pretty upset.

When my little Scouty boy passed...

Eleven years old.

Hips so bad we had to carry him outside to do his business.

I'm not ashamed to admit,

I cried like a little schoolgirl, Emory.

Well...

Play hurt, Emory.

Play hurt, just get back in the game.

Yes, sir.

Did I say open that?

Get that up to Skunk Works before lunch.

- Yes, sir. - Great.

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -

that perches in the soul -

- and sings the tune without words -

that never ends - at all

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

and sore must be the storm -

- that could abash the little Bird -

that kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -

and on the strangest Sea -

"Hope is the thing with feathers."

Her most famous poem.

Can anyone tell me who wrote it?

Yes.

Mrs. Perkins?

Mrs. Perkins, that poem was written

by Emily Dickinson.

Quiet!

Quiet!

What's your name?

Ruby.

Ruby.

Just a gem, aren't you?

You've got a pretty face, you know.

For a colored girl.

You'll come around.

I'm Doris.

Hello.

Aren't you a bit young to be a carpenter?

- We're fixing the window. - You are, are you?

Well, you're in luck.

'Cause the best window fixers in all of Los Angeles say this is

the best window-fixin' store there is.

Ooh...

No candy.

Be careful, Gracie Jean.

Gracie?

Gracie, answer your mother, now.

Grace?

Gracie?

♪ Ready or not here I come ♪

♪ You can't hide ♪

♪ Gonna find ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ And keep you...

Beauties, aren't they?

I wonder.

Ever think about what the brain meat must look like, Mrs. Emory?

Some bitch killed my dog...

I might...

get...

curious.

♪ Ready or not here I come ♪

♪ You can't hide ♪

♪ Gonna find you ♪

♪ And keep you ♪

- ♪ Happy ♪♪ - Mama, are we

almost done?

Talk to Dale about anything?

Oh, shit, Betts. Anaheim?

- It's only a couple more miles. - Why give him the satisfaction?

- Maybe an hour if we haul ass. - It's not the drive, Clarke.

It's starting.

They move in, and then Dale up and sells.

You think that's a coincidence?

- I don't... - He knows.

It's just the beginning.

You'll see.

Well, Dale got that promotion.

I know they're trying for another kid,

so maybe they need the extra space.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Moving...

because he knows what's coming.

If they stay, his house will be worth nothing.

I knew she was acting queer.

To hell with them.

You can't get mad at her, Betts.

She-she's a good girl.

For Pete's sake, she's your best friend, huh?

A best friend is just someone you haven't tested yet, Clarke.

And now I know.

Now we know.

That prick.

Supposed to give this big speech about how to get them out,

- and the son of a bitch knew he was moving. - Well, he hasn't left yet,

so he can... he can still do it.

From the back of a moving truck?

Steady on, gang.

Keep up the fight.

D-Don't forget to forward our mail.

- Fuck him. - Oh, come on, Betts.

You do it.

- Huh? - I have all the clippings.

Everything you need to know.

You're smarter than that mongoloid, anyways.

- Uh, no, let Marty do it. - Oh, he's even worse.

Why don't we just move to Watts and be done with it?

You have to do it.

You always know the right things to say.

It's one of the reasons I fell in love with you.

Not these?

You can do this, Clarke.

You can...

show Dale and Midge and everyone

what taking a stand really looks like.

Well?

O-Okay, but, Betts, if...

if I do this,

then you have to go out and make peace with Midge.

Okay?

Uh, where you going?

I almost forgot.

Olive branch.

Midge needed sugar.

How was school, baby girl?

Fine.

Fine?

Come on.

I expect a little more than that from the smartest girl

at East Compton High.

It was okay.

I was, um, the only kid in class who had read Emily Dickinson.

- Yeah. - Course you were.

That's my girl.

Emily Dickinson, huh?

- Mm-hmm. - All right.

What about you, little miss?

You help your mama with all the things around here today?

Me and Mama fixed the basement window.

Mm? Well, that's awfully nice of you.

Yep. Right after we saw Miss Vera.

Well, I saw her.

- Mama only felt her. - Oh.

Okay.

Well... I guess Mama'll have to tell me

about that later, huh?

What's that?

Homemade.

You were right...

what you said to those policemen.

I haven't been myself lately.

But I'm beginning to feel better already.

Daddy?

Henry...

♪ Any... ♪

♪ Time ♪

♪ Things go wrong ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ We'll ♪

♪ Still get along ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ 'Cause we have ♪

♪ Each other ♪

♪ And our love ♪

♪ Will see ♪

♪ Us through ♪

♪ If some tears ♪

♪ Come our way ♪

♪ If the sun ♪

♪ Skips a day ♪

♪ We still have ♪

♪ Each other ♪

♪ And our love ♪

♪ Will see ♪

♪ Us through ♪

♪ Just as long ♪

♪ As you and I ♪

♪ Have ♪

♪ A little tender kiss ♪

♪ To share ♪

♪ There's no doubt at all ♪

♪ That we'll get by ♪

♪ Gray skies ♪

♪ Will all ♪

♪ Turn bare ♪

♪ So... ♪

♪ When some clouds ♪

♪ Bring the rain ♪

♪ We've no cause ♪

♪ To complain ♪

♪ 'Cause we ♪

♪ Have ♪

♪ Each other ♪

♪ And our love ♪

♪ Will see ♪

♪ Us through ♪

♪ 'Cause we have ♪

♪ Each other ♪

♪ And our love ♪

♪ Will see ♪

♪ Us through ♪♪