Original subtitles

CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY WARNER BROS.

[DOG BARKS]

[RINGING]

COME IN, Y'ALL.

GOOD MORNING.

GOOD MORNING, SYLVESTER.

MORNING, MAMA.

GOOD MORNING, GERTIE.

GOOD MORNING, AUNT SARAH.

DON'T RUN WITH THEM EGGS, ARNETT!

Woman: BIG BABY?

BIG BABY?

MA'AM, MISS WHITE?

BIG BABY, COME OVER HERE, PLEASE.

MORNING, MISS WHITE.

MORNING. WOULD YOU RUN THIS OVER

TO MR. WRIGHT AT THE STORE?

YES, MA'AM, MISS WHITE.

BIG BABY...

MA'AM?

THE NAME IS WRIGHT.

YES, MA'AM.

MR. WRIGHT, GOT YOUR BREAKFAST!

Woman: OHH! UHH!

Big Baby: MR. WRIGHT!

Woman: OH, MR. WRIGHT! OHH! OHH!

OH, MR. WRIGHT!

MR. WRIGHT, I GOT YOUR BREAKFAST!

MR. WRIGHT,

I GOT YOUR BREAKFAST!

STAY WHERE YOU ARE, BIG BABY!

STAY WHERE YOU ARE!

I'M COMING!

MR. WRIGHT! MR. WRIGHT, I GOT YOUR...BREAKFAST.

[ROOSTER CROWS]

A NICE DAY, AIN'T IT?

Y'ALL GET ON NOW.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

THAT'LL BE 2 PENNIES, PLEASE.

THANK YOU.

HA HA HA HA HA.

GIRL, YOU BETTER GO AWAY FROM HERE.

HOW'S THE FAMILY?

MORNING, MISS SARAH.

MORNING, MR. BRYCE.

LOVELY DAY, AIN'T IT?

OOH, THAT IT IS.

YOU GOT THAT EGG FOR ME, BOY?

YES, SIR.

HMM. THERE YOU ARE.

THANK YOU.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

HERE YOU GO, MAMA. ALL RIGHT.

ALL ABOARD!

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

SHOOT.

SHOOT, FOR CHRIST SAKE.

YOU LITTLE MULLET!

WHAT, ARE YOU AN AUDUBON FELLA? A BIRD-WATCHER?

COME ON.

THIS IS GOING TO BE THE FIRST BOAR YOU SMOKED YOURSELF.

YOU KNOW WHAT THEM SEMINOLE INJUNS SAY?

YOU DON'T? THEY SAY YOU ONLY SUPPOSED TO KILL WHAT YOU GONNA EAT.

THEY SAY IT'S A SIN IF YOU DON'T.

HA! DAMN SEMINOLE.

LISTEN HERE.

DON'T WANT YOU AROUND THAT COLORED BOY NO MORE.

ARNETT?

DON'T LOOK RIGHT, MY BOY TRAILING AROUND AFTER A NIGGER.

BUT HE ARNETT. HE'S MY FRIEND.

THAT HURT?

NO.

WHY YOU CRYIN'?

I AIN'T CRYING.

YOU'LL BE A MAN SOON. I'LL GET YOU THERE.

WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!

HEY, DUKE!

SEEN ANY NIGGERS OUT HERE?

NO, SIR.

WELL, ONE ESCAPED OFF THE CHAIN GANG NEAR STATE ROAD.

NAME'S JESSE HUNTER.

HE MIGHT HAVE HEADED FOR ROSEWOOD.

YOU KEEP AN EYE OUT. OH, UH, DUKE,

YOU SEE HIM, DON'T SHOOT HIM. BRING HIM TO ME.

ALL RIGHT. YES, SIR.

I SAY SHOOT HIM.

DRIVE.

AUNT SARAH!

SHERIFF.

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[WHINNIES]

MORNING.

MORNING.

[ZIPPER UNZIPS]

JAMES.

I GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU.

OOH, I WONDER WHAT IT IS.

MMM, DON'T MOVE.

COME ON, BABY. STOP IT.

JAMES, COME ON NOW.

DON'T ACT LIKE A CHILD.

FANNY. FANNY.

STOP IT NOW.

STOP IT.

STOP IT.

OH, FANNY.

I SAID STOP IT. GO TO WORK.

AAH!

DAMN!

[ZIPPER ZIPS UP]

MORNING, SARAH.

MORNING, MR. TAYLOR.

FLOORS NEED SCRUBBIN', AUNT SARAH.

RELAX, CHILD. WE ALREADY DONE SCRUBBED ALL THE CYPRUS

OUT OF THESE OLD BOARDS.

WATCH OUT!

EXCUSE ME, MR. TAYLOR.

AHH.

GOD DAMN.

SO HE WON'T COME AROUND HERE, HUH?

EARL, PUT THE GUN AWAY.

HELL, THAT BOY AIN'T NO MORE OFF A CHAIN GANG

THAN I'M GOVERNOR OF FLORIDA.

SIT ON DOWN.

[INHALES]

[WHINNIES]

BYE, EMMETT.

Woman: ALL RIGHT, SETTLE DOWN.

I'M GONNA TELL YOU A STORY, OK? PAY ATTENTION.

"ONCE UPON A TIME,

"THERE WAS A PONY NAMED DARK

"WHO EVERY NIGHT TOOK LITTLE PEOPLE TO SLEEPY TOWN.

"ONE NIGHT, AS DARK PONY STARTED OFF,

HE MET A LITTLE BOY NAMED NAUGHTY WHO CALLED OUT..."

WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!

WHOA! WHOA!

"PLEASE LET ME GO.

"SO DARK PONY WHOAED

"AND NAUGHTY HOPPED ON HIS BACK

"AND AWAY THEY WENT.

THEY WENT GALLOPING--"

I DON'T KNOW. WHO'S THAT?

HEY, COUSIN SCRAPPIE.

MR. CARTER!

YOU GOT YOURSELF A CUSTOMER!

[PANTING]

HEY, MISTER,

WHY AIN'T YOU GOT A CAR?

I LIKE A HORSE.

CAR'S FASTER.

I AIN'T IN NO HURRY.

YOU GOT A NAME, BOY?

YES, SIR. NAME'S ARNETT.

BOOKER T., MEET ARNETT.

ARNETT, THIS HERE BOOKER T.

WHY AIN'T YOU IN SCHOOL, BOY?

I'M WORKIN' FOR MISS FANNY TAYLOR.

SHE PAYIN' YOU TO FOLLOW ME AROUND?

OH, NO.

CAN I HELP YOU, MISTER?

HORSE THREW A SHOE. NEED ALL 4 DONE.

HELL, CAN'T GET TO IT TILL TOMORROW.

OOH, CLOSING EARLY TONIGHT.

WHY SO?

IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE, SIR.

DANCE TONIGHT, 8:00, MASON HALL.

PUT THAT HORSE IN THE STABLE. I'LL TAKE CARE OF HIM FOR YOU.

THAT'S A PRETTY HORSE, SIR.

THANK YOU.

NOW, LEMUEL, YOU KNOW ME, I'M FAIR.

I CHARGE A DOLLAR A JUG.

BUT SINCE YOU'RE INTO ME FOR $12 ALREADY,

I'M GOING TO HAVE TO PUT YOU DOWN FOR 3.

$3.00?

OH, NOW, MR. WRIGHT, THAT AIN'T FAIR.

I--I KNOW I OWES YOU A LOTS,

BUT I'M A REGULAR CUSTOMER.

$1.00.

THANK YOU, MR. WRIGHT.

YOU BETTER STOP DRINKING THAT...

BEFORE I OWN... YOUR HOUSE.

FREE OF CHARGE.

GO SEE AFTER YOUR FATHER.

THANK YOU, MR. WRIGHT.

AHEM. FUTURE CUSTOMER.

SORRY, I DON'T EXTEND, UH, CREDIT TO STRANGERS.

YOU OWN THAT PLOT OF LAND ACROSS THE WAY?

I WILL...

THIS TIME TOMORROW.

Mr. Wright: LOOK AT THIS, ALL THESE MELONS, NO GOOD.

SPOILED. HOG FOOD NOW.

JEWEL, DARLIN', YOU GOT TO THROW THESE OUT.

YOU GOT SOME .45 SHELLS?

CLEAN OUT.

BE GOING TO GAINESVILLE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING.

I'LL PICK SOME UP. YOU STILL BE AROUND THEN?

MIGHT BE.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU TWO TODAY?

EVERY TIME I TRY TO TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING,

YOU WON'T LISTEN.

YOU KNOW, I WILL SMACK YOU. I'LL SMACK YOU.

NO MORE PLAYTIME FOR YOU, NONE. NOT TODAY.

AHEM.

MORNIN', TEACHER, MA'AM.

I WONDER IF YOU CAN TELL ME

WHERE A MAN CAN FIND HISSELF A GOOD MEAL?

Y'ALL GO INSIDE.

WELL, MY NAME AIN'T TEACHER, MA'AM. IT'S BEULAH.

FOLKS I KNOW CALL ME SCRAPPIE.

WELL, FOLKS I KNOW CALL ME MANN...

MISS SCRAPPIE.

NICE TO MEET YOU, MR. MANN.

LIKEWISE.

NOW, THIS HERE'S RATTLER, MR. MANN.

HE A DEER DOG.

HE HELPS ME HUNT,

'CAUSE HE CAN GET REAL QUIET, KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

ALL RIGHT, COME ON, BOY.

THIS WAY NOW. THIS WAY.

[MUSIC ON RADIO PLAYS]

SO, WHAT, UH,

WHAT YOU SELLING NOW, MR. MANN?

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'M SELLING SOMETHING, MR. CARRIER?

WELL, I FIGURE A COLORED FELLOW WITH NOWHERE PARTICULAR TO BE,

THAT MAN BE SELLIN' SOMETHING...

OR HE RUNNIN'.

HA HA HA HA.

WELL...

YOU FIGURE WRONG...

FRIEND.

HMM.

COME ON INSIDE.

HEY, GERTIE, GOT SOME GOOD NEWS.

MR. MANN HERE AIN'T SELLIN' NOTHIN'.

Aunt Sarah: TURN THAT MUSIC DOWN.

MY HUSBAND GOT A SUSPICIOUS MIND.

OH, YES, I DO.

HA HA HA HA.

HE'S SWEET ON YOU.

SHH!

Aunt Sarah: HEY, COME OVER HERE AND HELP ME WITH THIS BIRD.

[SNIFFS] MM-HMM!

MUST BE NEW YEAR'S.

YES, SIR. COME ON IN, MR. MANN.

EVENIN', MR. MANN.

MA'AM.

THANK YOU.

THIS IS MY BROTHER JAMES,

HIS WIFE EMMA, AND THEIR DAUGHTER JEWEL.

[WOMAN CHATTERING] BE QUIET.

SCRAPPIE, SHOW THE MAN A SEAT.

OH. YOU CAN SIT HERE.

THANK YOU.

[WHISPERING]

Sylvester: SCRAPPIE!

NOW, I HAD A TALK WITH MR. ANDREWS ON YOUR BEHALF TODAY.

WHAT ABOUT MR. ANDREWS?

MAMA, THAT OLD CRACKER CAUGHT HISSELF WHISTLING AT SCRAPPIE AND ALL THAT.

Mann: WHAT?

Sylvester: YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT.

I WENT OVER THERE AND GAVE HIM SOME WORDS.

Aunt Sarah: SYLVESTER, WHAT YOU SAY TO THEM PEOPLE NOW?

MR. ANDREWS, I COME TO HAVE A WORD WITH YOU ABOUT MY COUSIN.

NOW, I EXPECT YOU TO SHOW HER SOME RESPECT.

YOU EXPECT, BOY?

I DON'T LIKE SCRAPPIE FEELIN' SCARED AROUND NOBODY.

THAT A THREAT THERE?

AIN'T NO THREAT NEEDED.

I'M JUST SAYIN' I DON'T MESS WITH YOUR PEOPLES,

I DON'T WANT YOU MESSIN' WITH MINES.

NOW, I THANK YOU VERY KINDLY, SIR.

Aunt Sarah: SYLVESTER, YOU CAN'T TALK TO WHITE FOLKS LIKE THAT

AND NOT EXPECT A ROPE AROUND YOUR NECK.

LOOK, TIMES IS CHANGIN', MAMA.

NOW, I AIN'T NO SHARECROPPER.

I'M A MUSIC TEACHER.

TIMES AIN'T NEVER CHANGED FOR NO CRACKERS, BOY.

THAT'S RIGHT.

DON'T YOU FORGET THEY BURNED A COLORED MAN OVER IN WYLIE LAST SUMMER

FOR WINKING AT A WHITE WOMAN.

SURE DID.

I KNOW THAT, MAMA,

BUT IT'S ALL RIGHT FOR THEM TO WHISTLE AT SCRAPPIE?

NO, THAT AIN'T RIGHT.

AHEM.

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT ALL THIS BUSINESS, MR. MANN?

OH, THAT MAN READY TO EAT.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAY THE BLESSING, MR. MANN?

NO, MA'AM.

I'LL DO IT, MAMA. I'LL DO IT.

Boy: YOU BETTER LEAVE ME ALONE.

THANK YOU FOR THE BOUNTY OF OUR LIVES

AND THE BLESSINGS YOU'VE BESTOWED UPON US AT HOME AND FAMILY.

AMEN.

AMEN. AMEN. AMEN.

Big Baby: CAN I HAVE MY YAMS NOW?

WHO WANTS HAM?

I WANT SOME YAMS.

Sylvester: SCRAPPIE, COME EAT A PART OF THE BIRD

THAT WENT OVER THE FENCE LAST. HA HA HA.

SHH.

WELL, AT LEAST ASK HIM-- ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

MA'AM, I AIN'T HAD A SUPPER LIKE THAT IN A LONG TIME.

THANK YOU KINDLY.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

YOU BEEN DRIFTING LONG, MR. MANN?

SEEM LIKE FOREVER.

THAT AIN'T NO KIND OF LIFE FOR A MAN.

YOU GET YOURSELF A GOOD PIECE OF LAND,

THE RIGHT WOMAN...

A MAN CAN MAKE A NEW START 'ROUND HERE,

MAKE SOMETHING OF HISSELF.

AIN'T THAT RIGHT, SCRAPPIE?

WELL, AUNT SARAH THINK ROSEWOOD COLORED FOLKS' HEAVEN ON EARTH.

BEST PLACE THESE OLD EYES EVER SEEN.

COLORED FOLKS OWN ALL THE LAND AROUND HERE.

ALL THE BUSINESSES, TOO,

EXCEPT FOR MR. JOHNNY WRIGHT'S STORE,

AND HE A HALFWAY DECENT WHITE MAN,

IF THERE EVER WAS SUCH A THING.

MOST OF US DOIN' BETTER THAN THEM FOLKS OVER IN SUMNER.

HMM.

YOU EVER SEEN A PLACE LIKE ROSEWOOD, MR. MANN?

NO, MA'AM.

HA HA HA HA HA.

HA HA HA HA HA.

"WELL, WE KNOW HOW TO GET MONEY WHEN WE NEED SOME, SAID PECOS.

"ALL RIGHT, NODDED ESSEX.

"THAT'S FINE.

"BUT DON'T TELL ANYBODY I TOLD YOU

OR I'LL CUT OFF YOUR EARS."

[WHISTLES]

HE'S A TOUGH CHARACTER, ESSEX.

"WELL, CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE YOU DIE, REPLIED LIGHTNING FERVENTLY.

"WELL, THAT'S FINE, REPLIED ESSEX.

NOW, GO HOME AND SHUT UP."

HA HA HA HA HA.

"OR LOSE YOUR EARS, ADDED THUNDER."

[CLOCK CHIMES]

AND THAT'S IT. NEXT CHAPTER NEXT WEEK.

I'M GOING UP SUMNER, BUYING DRINKS FOR SOME OF THE BOYS.

JOHN, I WAS THINKING WE MIGHT READ ALOUD FROM THE GOOD BOOK TONIGHT.

IT'LL STILL BE GOOD TOMORROW.

ALL RIGHT, BOYS, UP TO BED.

DAD, COME ON. DAD--

COULD WE PLEASE STAY UP JUST A FEW MORE--

BEST DO WHAT YOUR MA SAYS.

SHE AIN'T MY MA.

TIMOTHY.

WHAT'D YOU SAY?

WHAT'D YOU SAY, TIMOTHY?

OW!

WHAT WAS THAT FOR?

THAT'S SO YOU DON'T GET TO THINKING LIKE YOUR BROTHER.

GET ON TO BED NOW.

GET ON TO BED!

[DOOR CLOSES]

SORRY ABOUT THAT, MARY, LOVE.

I GUESS THE BOYS STILL MISS HER.

YOU DO, TOO, I RECKON.

YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I MISS HER. PARDON ME.

ONLY NATURAL. ONLY BEEN GONE 7 MONTHS-- 7 MONTHS, 3 DAYS.

I'M GOING TO THAT AUCTION TOMORROW.

GET THAT PLOT OF LAND.

DOES THAT MEAN WE'RE STAYING, THEN?

AIN'T NO SENSE OF MOVING AWAY.

I GET BRADLEY'S 5 ACRES, BUILD SOME BINS OUT BACK, SELL FEED.

MAKE ENOUGH MONEY, IN A FEW YEARS, WE'LL MOVE TO GAINESVILLE,

OPEN A BIGGER STORE, BIGGEST THEY EVER SEEN IN FLORIDA.

JOHN...

JOHN, DID YOU EVER CONSIDER HOW I FEEL LIVING HERE?

OH, MARY.

MARY, MARY, MARY, LOVE.

WHY DON'T YOU GO ON AND HAVE THAT DRINK?

YOU BE ALL RIGHT ALONE HERE NEW YEAR'S?

I GOT JESUS WITH ME.

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

GO AHEAD.

THERE HE IS.

Mann: GERTIE LOOKS GOOD.

HA HA HA HA HA.

WATCH YOURSELF, THERE, COTTON.

WATCH YOURSELF THERE.

I'M GONNA CUT A RUG.

CUT A RUG.

GO ON, CUT THAT RUG, BUT DON'T CUT IT TOO DEEP.

ALL RIGHT.

COME ON.

DANCE LIKE HE'S RIDING BOOKER T.

YEAH. HA HA HA.

TWIRL THAT MAN, SCRAPPIE.

LISTEN HERE, NOW. Y'ALL TAKE NOTES, ALL RIGHT?

I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO DO THIS MORE THAN ONCE.

COME ON, MAN, SHOW HIM HOW TO DO IT.

[SINGING]

SYLVESTER CAN'T DO NO DANCING.

AFRICA.

AFRICA.

NIGERIAN.

[ROOSTER CROWS]

Man: MY ARM! MY ARM! MY ARM! MY ARM!

Man: I GOT YOU. I GOT YOU.

[MAN SCREAMS]

[GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

OHH!

I--I BRUNG YOU SOME COFFEE.

I'M SORRY.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE SNUCK UP ON YOU.

YOU RIDIN' OUT TODAY?

THANK YOU.

NAH, NAH.

I MIGHT BE HERE A COUPLE MORE DAYS ANYWAY.

THINKIN' ABOUT LOOKIN' IN

ON THAT PIECE OF LAND OVER THERE.

HA HA HA HA HA.

BYE.

HA HA.

MORNIN', MR. MANN.

MORNIN', BOY.

TOMORROW'S MY BIRTHDAY. YOU GONNA COME TO MY PARTY?

YOU GONNA HAVE CAKE?

YES, SIR, CHOCOLATE.

WHY SHE SKIPPIN'?

GOOD COFFEE.

[SIGHS]

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

MORNING, MR. MANN.

SMALL TOWN, PEOPLE TALK, YOU KNOW.

OLD HANGOVER REMEDY.

MY GRANDDADDY TAUGHT ME.

HERE'S TO THE NEW YEAR.

EWWW!

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.

OHH!

I'M SOBER NOW.

I'M SOBER NOW. HA HA.

YOU GOT SOME PEACHES?

MM-HMM.

STORY GOING AROUND IS YOU WAS OVER THERE IN THE BIG ONE.

MM-HMM.

HOW LONG YOU FIGHT? FEW MONTHS? A YEAR?

I'M A VETERAN MYSELF, NAVY.

SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR.

OF COURSE, THE ASS WE KICKED ONLY TOOK ONE DAY.

STEAMED INTO MANILA BAY MAY 1, 1898,

ABOARD THE GUNBOAT CONCORDE

UNDER OLD GEORGE DEWEY.

SET THEM 8-INCH GUNS A-BLAZING TILL SMOKE BLOTTED OUT THE SUN.

SUNK THE SPANISH FLEET, STEAMED OUT MAY 2.

ONLY 8 AMERICANS GOT WOUNDED.

I HAD THE AUDACITY TO BE ONE OF THEM.

WHERE WERE YOU? FRANCE?

PUT MY FOOTS IN GERMANY, TOO.

GERMANY?

I'D LIKE TO SEE THE KAISER'S FACE

WHEN YOU COME RUNNIN' OUT OF THE BLACK FOREST. HA HA HA HA.

WE DIDN'T HAVE NO COLOREDS ON THE CONCORDE.

WHOLE SHIP FULL OF GOOD OL' BOYS.

WOULDN'T HAVE TOOK TO IT.

I'LL TAKE THAT. MAYBE.

THE MORTARS START FLYIN',

THE GAS START BLOWIN',

THERE AIN'T MUCH COLOR IN THEM TRENCHES.

IS THAT RIGHT?

YOU GOT THEM .45s?

.45s. FUNNY THING ABOUT THE DRAFT.

I CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT. PULL A COLORED BOY OUT OF HIS HOME,

SEND HIM OVER THERE, TELL HIM DIG TRENCHES, KILL WHITE FOLKS.

THAT SEEM RIGHT TO YOU?

I WOULDN'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT THAT, SIR.

I VOLUNTEERED.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

[MAN AND WOMAN MOANING]

[PANTING]

[MOANING]

[MAN WHISTLING]

YOU BEEN DOUBLE-TIMING ME.

SEEING THAT MARRIED MIZ CONNELLY OVER IN WYLIE.

I KNOW.

WHERE YOU GOING?

BACK TO WORK.

DON'T YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON ME...

WHEN I TALK!

AAH!

DAMN SWAMP TRAMP!

WHAT YOU CRYING ABOUT?

WHAT YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HITTING ME?

YOU LITTLE SWAMP TRAMP!

YOU LITTLE SWAMP TRAMP!

HUH? YOU LITTLE CHIGGER!

YOU DON'T HIT ME!

YOU DON'T HIT ME!

[FANNY SCREAMING]

YOU DON'T HIT ME!

HUH?

GIRL...

Fanny: GET OUT! GET OUT!

GET OUT!

[FANNY CRYING]

PHILOMENA!

[FANNY CRYING]

M-MIZ TAYLOR?

IS YOU ALL RIGHT, MA'AM?

GO AWAY, PHILOMENA.

B-BUT--

GET OUT.

GET OUT!

SO YOU FIGHT IN THE WAR?

KILL ANYBODY OVER THERE?

NAH. I MOSTLY DUG TRENCHES.

STILL, IT MUST'VE BEEN GRAND SEEING CHICAGO

AND NEW YORK.

SHOOT, I AIN'T BEEN NOWHERE BUT ROSEWOOD,

SUMNER, CEDAR KEY,

3 TIMES TO GAINESVILLE.

WHY YOU COME BACK SOUTH?

MAYBE...

I WAS LOOKING FOR ROSEWOOD.

THANK YOU.

WELL, HOW COME YOU AIN'T NEVER SETTLED DOWN BEFORE NOW?

I WAS MARRIED...

ONCE.

MY AUNT SARAH, SHE SAY I ASK TOO MANY QUESTIONS.

I'M SORRY IF--

NO, NO.

HOW OLD YOU BE, SCRAPPIE?

I'M 17.

NO MAN?

MM-MMM.

NO YOUNG ONES? NO.

I JUST TAKE CARE OF MY LITTLE COUSINS, THOUGH.

COME ON.

COME ON.

WHERE YOU GOING?

WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS LAND HERE?

WELL, I-- I LIKES IT FINE.

MR. WRIGHT...

HE GOING TO BUY IT, THOUGH. HE BUYING UP EVERYTHING.

MAYBE.

[LAUGHS]

HEY.

HEY!

HEY, ANYBODY!

HEY, BOY!

YES, SIR.

YOU A TRAVELING MAN?

WHO ASKING, SIR?

WE GOTS TO HELP HIM.

HE AIN'T OUR PROBLEM.

HE A MASON, TOOK THE OATH, SAME AS US.

HE'S A WHITE MASON.

DO YOU THINK HE'D HELP YOU?

AARON, BOY, I SWEAR,

SOMETIMES YOU AIN'T GOT MORE SENSE THAN SOME OF THESE HORSES.

NOW, I'M TELLING YOU...

THAT MAN...

HE AIN'T NOTHING BUT TROUBLE.

YEAH, WELL, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING.

SEE, I AIN'T NO BOY.

SEE, I'S A MAN.

I'S A MASON.

WHAT YOU BE, SAM?

EVERYBODY SIT DOWN. LET'S GET THIS DONE.

BRADLEY, YOU GOT THE DEED?

UH, YES, SIR, I DO, MR. ANDREWS.

NO, NO, BOY, I HAVEN'T PAID FOR IT YET.

Andrews: WE GOT TO SELL IT FIRST.

HERE. GIVE IT HERE. GIVE IT HERE, BOY.

WE GOTS HERE 5 ACRES IN ROSEWOOD

ADJACENT TO MR. JOHNNY WRIGHT'S STORE--

SOLD AS IS, CASH ONLY.

LET'S OPEN UP AT $52 AN ACRE.

52, 52. WHO'LL GIVE ME 52 DOWN FRONT?

53, 53, 53 FROM MONROE.

54, 54, 54.

WHO'LL GIVE ME 54?

54, 54.

JOHN WRIGHT AGAIN. THANK YOU, JOHN.

55, 55.

55, ANYBODY? MONROE, 55?

$54.

GOING ONCE, GOING TWICE--

$55.

BOY, YOU KNOW THAT'S $55 FOR EACH ACRE?

THAT'S DAMN NEAR $300.

YES, SIR, I DO.

THANK YOU KINDLY.

CASH?

MM-HMM.

Man: WHERE'S THAT NIGGER GOING TO GET THAT KIND OF MONEY?

Andrews: I HAVE $55.

GET BACK TO WORK.

AFTERNOON, MISS FANNY.

HELP!

HELP ME!

SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!

SOMEBODY!

HELP ME!

HELP!

HELP!

PLEASE!

HELP ME!

Man: WHAT'S THE MATTER, NOW?

PLEASE HELP ME!

HELP ME!

AAH!

WHAT'S GOING ON? FANNY, WHAT HAPPENED?

[CRYING]

NIGGER.

IT WAS A NIGGER.

WHAT?

HE BROKE IN MY HOUSE,

AND HE BEAT ME UP.

IT WAS A NIGGER! IT WAS!

Emme SHERIFF! SHERIFF!

HERE COMES THAT BOY AGAIN.

THAT WOULD BE EMMETT.

SHERIFF!

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, TAKE A BREATH, BOY.

WHAT'S THE MATTER?

YOUR DADDY'S STILL CAUGHT ON FIRE AGAIN?

FANNY TAYLOR GOT HERSELF BEAT BY A NIGRA.

Earl: OH, SHIT.

DAMN.

EARL, LET'S GET A GUN LOADED.

Earl: NO.

WHERE THE HELL'S MY--MY SHELLS?

CAN'T FIND MY DAMN SHELLS.

HERE.

GO TO THE MILL. GET JAMES.

HOLD ON!

KEEP THIS QUIET BEFORE I GET THE WHOLE STORY. GO.

WHAT'S GOING ON? MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS.

COME ON, BOY.

WHEN I WANT YOU TO DO SOMETHING

AND I TELL YOU TO DO IT--

FANNY TAYLOR'S BEEN RAPED BY A NIGGER.

GO ON OUT THERE AND DO THAT!

HEY, JAMES, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.

YOUR WIFE'S BEEN BEAT AND RAPED BY A COLORED MAN.

WHAT THE HELL YOU TALKING ABOUT?

57.50.

$58.

58.50.

$60.

[MURMURS]

BOY, HOW YOU PLANNING ON PAYING $300?

YOU GOT A BAGFUL OF GOLD?

COULD BE, SIR.

HENRY...

CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT THIS BOY'S DOING?

HE AIN'T GOING TO BUY NOTHING.

HE'S JUST DRIVING UP THE PRICE FOR OLD BRADLEY.

MR. ANDREWS, SIR, I DON'T KNOW THAT MAN.

Mann: WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, MR. WRIGHT...

IF THAT WHAT YOU BELIEVE,

MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP BIDDING.

YOU GOING TO LET THAT NIGGER BEAT YOU, JOHNNY?

60 GODDAMN 50.

Man: WHOO.

[WHISPERING] A nigger raped Fanny Taylor.

LISTEN UP.

WE GOT TO CALL THIS OFF FOR NOW.

John: WHAT? I AIN'T GOING NOWHERE. I GOT A BID IN.

WE'LL PICK IT UP TOMORROW AT $60.50.

LET'S GET THIS DONE NOW.

Andrews: JOHN, FANNY TAYLOR'S BEEN RAPED BY A NIGGER.

Bradley: MY DEED.

Andrews: I'LL LOCK UP THE DEED.

BOY, YOUR NAME JESSE HUNTER?

NO, SIR.

I SUPPOSE YOU CAN PROVE THAT?

GOT MY DISCHARGE, SIR.

JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BOY?

WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, MR. WRIGHT,

LONG AROUND THIS TIME TOMORROW,

I EXPECTS TO BE YOUR NEIGHBOR, SIR.

John: TIMOTHY.

BRADLEY.

WELCOME TO LEVY COUNTY, MR. MANN.

GET OUT OF THE WAY. COME ON, BACK OFF, NOW.

COME ON, COME ON, COME ON.

OH...

JESUS, FANNY.

OW.

WHO RAPED YOU?

NO, JEEZ, ELLIS, I SURE WASN'T RAPED.

I JUST GOT BEAT.

I WAS BEAT BADLY.

BADLY.

SHH. HE WAS SO BIG.

HE'S SO BLACK, THAT BOY.

SHE SAYS SHE WAS RAPED.

RAPED AND BEAT.

SHUT UP, Y'ALL! EVERYBODY GO ON OUT OF HERE!

SHOW'S OVER! YOU HEARD ME!

GO ON HOME!

GO ON!

COME ON.

[CRYING]

LET'S GO IN THE HOUSE.

IT'S OK. SHH, SHH, SHH.

IT'S ALL RIGHT. SHH, SHH, SHH.

IT'S OK. COME ON! GIVE HER SOME BREATHING SPACE!

DAMN.

SHH, SHH, SHH. LISTEN TO ME.

WE'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER A LONG TIME, HUH?

I WANT YOU TO THINK ABOUT THIS, NOW.

YOU TELL ME.

THIS IS ELLIS. YOU TELL ME THE TRUTH.

WAS IT TRULY A COLORED THAT DONE THIS TO YOU?

ELLIS...

BE SURE, DARLING, THAT IS ALL I'M SAYING.

YES, HE WAS COLORED.

HE WAS A NIGGER, NIGGER, NIGGER!

FANNY!

JESUS, ANGEL, WHAT HAPPENED?

JAMES...

[CRIES]

YOU SEEN THIS BOY, SARAH?

AIN'T GOT TO MESS AROUND. WE GOT TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS.

NO, MR. ELLIS.

I AIN'T SEEN NOTHING.

ALL RIGHT.

[BOTH YELLING]

HEY, WHAT Y'ALL DOING?

MISS FANNY-- MISS FANNY TAYLOR, SHE GOT RAPED.

AND BEAT. AND SHE GOT BEAT,

AND SHE SAID IT WAS A COLORED MAN.

BUT IT WAS A CRACKER. I SEEN HIM.

WELL, I GUESS NOW WE'RE LOOKING FOR A NIGGER CONVICT,

ESCAPED YESTERDAY OFF THE CHAIN GANG NEAR WYLIE.

NAME IS JESSE HUNTER.

OH, GOOD. HERE ARE THE HOUNDS.

TAKE THEM ALL AROUND BACK, PICK UP A SCENT.

GO ON.

Man: YOU ACTING LIKE YOU THE LEADER OF THIS HERE MOB.

Walker: I AM THE LEADER, AND THIS AIN'T NO MOB!

WE GOT HIM, BOYS.

Man: SEE WHERE THEY'RE HEADED?

Y'ALL SEE WHERE THEY'RE HEADED?

COME ON, BOY.

Walker: SHUT UP, Y'ALL! THEY GOT A SCENT!

HUSH.

GO HAVE A LOOK. Y'ALL GO THAT WAY.

HE AIN'T DONE NOTHING!

PLEASE TELL ME. WHAT'D THE BOY DO?

WHAT DID THE BOY DO?

Y'ALL BE QUIET! BE QUIET!

POLY! POLY!

PUT THAT GUN AWAY!

THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS. YES, SIR.

YOU GOT TO TELL ME THE TRUTH, BOY.

DID YOU RAPE FANNY TAYLOR?

RAPE? NO, SIR! NO!

DO YOU KNOW WHO DID? I DON'T KNOW NOTHING, MR. WALKER!

YOU KNOW WHO DID!

GO! NO!

AAH!

Father: MY BOY AIN'T DONE NOTHING!

[CROWD YELLING]

Man: HEY! HERE COMES OLD JOHNNY WRIGHT.

HELLO, JOHNNY.

HEY, BOBBY.

Andrews: JOHN.

HOW'S THAT NEW WIFE OF YOURS WORKING OUT?

SHE'S COMING RIGHT ALONG.

SORRY ABOUT THAT AUCTION, JOHN. THE BOY BID.

YEAH, A HELL OF A THING. WHAT YOU GOT HERE?

NOW WE GOT A GOOD ONE.

Andrews: THAT BOY RAPED FANNY TAYLOR.

IS THAT RIGHT?

Earl: MM-HMM. WE GOT US AARON CARRIER, JOHN.

AARON CARRIER?

WATCH THAT GUN, BOY.

HOW YOU DOING, JOHNNY?

YOU GOT THE WRONG BOY.

HATE TO TELL YOU, AARON CARRIER WOULDN'T RAPE A FLY.

DOGS LED US STRAIGHT TO HIS HOUSE.

YOU KNOW THE BOY THAT DID?

Earl: NIGGER WON'T TALK, EITHER, JOHN.

I KNOW HIS FAMILY.

LET ME TALK TO HIM.

YEAH, HELL, MAYBE YOU CAN GET SOMETHING OUT OF HIM.

I SURE AS HELL CAN'T.

AARON, THIS IS MR. WRIGHT.

YOU KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT ALL THIS?

[GAGS]

DUKE, HOW'S HE SUPPOSED TO TALK

WHEN YOU'RE CHOKING HIM LIKE THAT?

WELL, HE DON'T NEED TO TALK, JOHNNY.

HE NEED TO HANG FROM ONE OF THEM TREES OVER THERE.

[LAUGHTER]

Y'ALL THINK THIS IS REAL FUNNY?

HEY, YOU WOULD, TOO, IF YOU WAS THE ONE THAT SOLD ME THIS ROPE.

[LAUGHTER]

Man: GOOD POINT, JOHN.

HE'S A GOOD BOY.

JUST DON'T HANG HIM. HE AIN'T DONE NOTHING.

DUKE, DON'T HURT HIM.

EMMETT, COME ON OVER HERE, BOY. HOLD ONTO THIS ROPE.

THERE'S A BOY.

YOU KNOW THIS BOY'S FAMILY AS WELL AS I.

THAT'S RIGHT. I DO. I KNOW.

AND YOU KNOW HE'S A GOOD BOY.

THEY'RE GOOD PEOPLE. THEY'RE GOOD PEOPLE,

BUT WE GOT A DILEMMA HERE, JOHN.

WE GOT A DILEMMA. I'M GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT IT IS.

HOUNDS DON'T LIE.

BE A MAN, NOW.

YOU GOT TO TAKE THAT ROPE AND SNAP, CRACK.

CAN'T LYNCH THAT BOY, ELLIS. CAN'T LYNCH HIM.

I AIN'T GOING TO LET NOBODY GET HANGED.

I AIN'T GOING TO LET IT HAPPEN. IT WON'T HAPPEN.

NOW GRAB THAT ROPE. COME ON, GRAB IT.

ABOUT 4 SUMMERS AGO, I WENT OVER TO CHIEFLAND.

A COLORED BOY OVER THERE WAS LOOKING IN THE WINDOW

AT A WHITE GIRL,

WATCHING HER TAKE A BATH.

DID HE SAY SOMETHING?

NO, HE DIDN'T.

MAYBE HE DON'T KNOW NOTHING IF HE DIDN'T SAY NOTHING.

YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEM THEM GO CRAZY ON THAT BOY.

Man: UH-HUH.

BEAT HIM ABOUT HALF TO DEATH.

BOY WOULDN'T STOP SCREAMING.

WE HELPED HIM TO THE RAILROAD TRACK. NUMBER 7 COME ALONG...

CUT HIS HEAD CLEAN OFF.

NIGGERS DON'T RUN AROUND LIKE A CHICKEN.

ONCE THAT HEAD'S OFF, HE'S DEAD.

[MOB LAUGHS]

S-SAM CARTER.

SAM CARTER?

WHAT ABOUT SAM CARTER?

Walker: WHOA, WHOA! WHAT ABOUT SAM?

SAM THE BLACKSMITH?

SAM CARTER RAPED FANNY TAYLOR?

NO.

A MAN. A MASON.

WHAT MAN? WHO YOU TALKING ABOUT?

SAM TOOK HIM IN THE WAGON.

WE WAS HOLDING THE OATH.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

STRING HIM UP!

THIS BOY'S UNDER ARREST! I'M TAKING HIM TO JAIL!

WE'RE GOING TO STRING THIS BOY UP.

OH, NO, YOU AIN'T!

ALL RIGHT, TAKE THE BOY, BUT DON'T YOU LET HIM GO.

HEY, DON'T YOU WORRY ABOUT WHAT I AM OR AIN'T GOING TO DO!

YOU HEAR ME, POLY?

WE'RE GOING TO GET SAM. YOU GET ON OUT OF HERE!

DO YOU UNDERSTAND? YOU GO DO IT!

HEY, LISTEN TO ME. YOU GO WITH THEM.

DON'T LET THEM DO NOTHING UNTIL I GET THERE, YOU HEAR ME?

YOU GO, TOO. ELLIS, YOU GO.

I'LL TAKE OLD AARON IN.

THEM BOYS IS ALL RILED.

AARON, THIS IS ALL YOUR DAMN FAULT!

YOU SHOULD'VE SAID SOMETHING EARLIER!

DAMN!

[HORSE NEIGHS]

Man: CARTER!

CARTER!

HEY, BOOKER T.

UP, BOY. UP.

[NEIGH]

CARTER!

SAM.

[DISTANT DOGS BARKING]

SAM?

[COUGHS]

Aaron: THANK YOU, MR. WRIGHT.

[AARON COUGHS]

Andrews: SAM, WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS JESSE HUNTER, BOY?

I DON'T KNOW NOTHING, MR. ANDREWS!

Duke: ALL NIGGERS DON'T KNOW NOTHING! WHERE'S JESSE HUNTER?

MR. PURDY. MR. PURDY.

YOU A MASON. YOU GOT TO BELIEVE ME.

I DON'T KNOW NO JESSE HUNTER!

Man: YEAH, YOU DO, YOU DAMN NIGGER!

[MOB YELLING]

[MOB BEATING SAM]

COME ON, LET HIM GO!

COME ON! HOLD IT! COME ON!

HE'S NOT AGAINST YOU! STOP IT! STOP IT!

YOU SHUT UP AND GET AWAY!

SAM! GET UP!

Man: TALK NOW!

TALK TO ME, SAM!

TALK TO ME.

Duke: BETTER SAY SOMETHING.

AS--

AS GOD AS MY WITNESS,

I DON'T KNOW...

JESSE HUNTER.

Andrews: IT WAS THAT DRIFTER. THAT RICH NIGGER FROM THE AUCTION!

THAT BIG BUCK WITH THE BLACK HORSE,

IS THAT HIM?

[MOB KICKS SAM]

COME ON, LET HIM TALK.

DAMN YOU!

SAM!

Man: YEAH!

LOOK AT ME!

AARON TOLD US YOU GAVE HIM A RIDE!

NOW YOU SHOW ME WHERE YOU PUT HIM OUT!

SHOW ME, SAM. I CAN GET YOU OUT OF HERE.

SHOW ME, BOY.

YOU GOING TO SHOW ME?

Man: WE GOING TO STRING YOU UP.

LET'S GO. GET UP.

LET'S GO. GET UP.

[MOANS]

IF WE DON'T PICK UP HIS TRAIL WHERE YOU SAY,

YOU ONE DEAD BLACK SON OF A BITCH.

Walker: WHAT YOU GOT, EARL?

NOTHING, ELLIS.

Man: NOTHING?

Y-YOU CAN KILL ME...

BUT YOU ALL--

YOU CAN'T EAT ME.

Duke: YOU AIN'T NO SEMINOLE, BOY.

Walker: DUKE.

Man: GET BACK! GET BACK!

DAMN IT, DUKE!

WHY'D YOU DO THAT FOR?

GOD DAMN, DUKE.

DUMB SON OF A BITCH.

YOU COULD'VE KILLED ME!

Andrews: HE'S SURE DEAD.

HE AIN'T DEAD.

WELL, LET'S CLEAN THIS MESS UP.

HANG HIM UP IN THIS TREE OVER HERE.

Walker: OK, MEN, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!

I'M THE LAW HERE, YOU HEAR ME?

LET ME IN HERE!

BACK OFF NOW!

LET ME IN THERE!

STOP IT, Y'ALL! STOP IT!

A WHITE WOMAN WAS BEAT AND RAPED

BY A COLORED BOY!

NOW, YOU WANT TO TELL HER HUSBAND, HER CHILDREN,

THAT THIS BOY DON'T HAVE TO PAY FOR THAT?

HUH? I'M SUPPOSED TO UPHOLD THE LAW!

AW, LAW!

WHOSE LAW, NIGGER LAW?

YOU WASN'T NOTHING BUT A DAMN CHICKEN FARMER

TILL THEY GAVE YOU THAT STUPID BADGE!

YOU WANT TO GET REELECTED?

HUH? YOU WANT TO GET REELECTED?

LEAVE ME ALONE! THEN LEAVE IT BE!

[MOB FIRING GUNS]

I GOT YOUR WATCH, SAM CARTER!

I GOT YOUR WATCH!

Man: COME ON!

YOU'RE ALWAYS SO GENTLE.

SOFT TOUCH.

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I'M SOME KIND OF ANGEL.

YOU ARE AN ANGEL TO ME.

I'M JUST A WOMAN, JAMES.

I'M JUST A WOMAN.

THINGS ARE GETTING CRAZY OUT THERE, FANNY.

THEY'RE LIKELY TO GET WORSE.

SAM CARTER'S LYNCHED ALREADY.

THE BLACKSMITH?

WHAT'D HE DO?

HE GAVE THAT NIGGER A RIDE.

A RIDE?

SAM CARTER?

I DIDN'T KNOW.

JAMES...

THERE'S THINGS THAT I OUGHT TO TELL YOU.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Woman: EVENING, MR. TAYLOR.

WITH ALL THAT'S GOING ON AND EVERYTHING,

WE THOUGHT Y'ALL COULD USE SOME HOT COOKING.

THANK YOU KINDLY, LADIES, BUT MY WIFE AIN'T FEELING TOO WELL.

IT'S ALL RIGHT, JAMES.

EVENING, MISS WALKER.

Miss Walker: OH, FANNY...

YOU POOR CHILD.

OH, I BROUGHT YOU A QUILT, TOO.

I BROUGHT YOU SWEETBREAD.

DON'T YOU WORRY. THAT NIGGER GOING TO BE DEAD

BEFORE YOU FINISH YOUR PIE, OK?

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

[PIANO MUSIC STOPS]

GET A WAGON.

Sylvester: NOW, ME AND MR. MANN...

JUST CUT SAM CARTER OUT A DAMN TREE.

Y'ALL HEAR ME?

DIRTY, LOW-DOWN BASTARDS...

TOOK MY BOY.

THEY GOT MY COUSIN AARON OVER IN JAIL

IN SUMNER BEHIND THIS BUSINESS.

THEY SAY IT'S FOR HIS OWN PROTECTION.

NOW HOW DOES THAT SOUND?

[CROWD MURMURS]

WHAT WE NEED TO DO, WE NEED TO PRAY. NOW, DEAR LORD--

I AIN'T IN NO PRAYING MOOD, PREACHER.

NOW, WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS RIGHT NOW,

WHAT Y'ALL MENS PREPARED TO DO IF THEY RUN BACK HERE?

NOT IF, SYLVESTER. WHEN.

I'M GOIN' TO SHOOT.

Bradley: COME ON, SIT DOWN NOW, BIG BABY.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

YOU BY YOURSELF THERE, MR. WRIGHT?

I AM, SYLVESTER.

SYLVESTER, THEM CRACKERS SO RILED UP,

WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY GOING TO DO.

THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY GOIN' TO DO.

THAT'S HOW A LYNCH MOB BE.

NOW, I SAY WE SEND THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN TO GAINESVILLE RIGHT NOW.

JOHN, WE CAN'T GO NOWHERE AND LEAVE THAT BOY IN JAIL.

NO! THEM DIRTY BASTARDS

CAN TAKE MY BOY OUT OF THAT JAIL

AND HANG HIM WHENEVER THEY TAKE A NOTION.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, UNCLE.

WE AIN'T GOING NOWHERE.

WE AIN'T GOING NOWHERE, BRADLEY.

NOW, WE OWN THIS HERE LAND.

WE PAY TAXES ON IT.

NOW, WE DON'T BOTHER NOBODY AROUND HERE.

WE KEEP TO OURSELVES.

NOW, COLORED FOLK JUST CAN'T BE RUNNING ALL THE TIME.

THERE COMES A TIME WHEN YOU GOT TO STAND UP AND DEFEND YOUR RIGHTS.

SYLVESTER! SYLVESTER! LISTEN TO ME. AND YOU LISTEN.

HOLD ON THERE FOR A MINUTE.

WE GOT TO THINK ABOUT THESE HERE CHILDREN.

OH, I AM THINKING ABOUT THE CHILDREN, PREACHER.

NOW, YOU SUPPOSE THEY THINKING ABOUT OUR CHILDREN?

Crowd: NO! NO!

MR. MANN.

IF THERE BE SOME TROUBLE AROUND HERE, SIR,

WE COULD SURE USE YOUR HELP.

I JUST CAME FROM ONE WAR, FRIEND.

I AIN'T LOOKING FOR ANOTHER ONE.

Preacher: LET HIM GO, SYLVESTER.

FOR ALL WE KNOW, HE COULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE WHO DONE THIS THING.

THEY SAID IT WAS-- THEY SAID IT WAS A STRANGER ANYHOW.

YOU'RE TALKING CRAZY NOW, PREACHER.

I WISH Y'ALL LUCK.

HE AIN'T DONE NOTHING.

WHAT WAS THAT, AUNT SARAH?

MR. WRIGHT, WOULD YOU KINDLY EXCUSE US, SIR?

I SEEN HIS FACE.

HE WAS WHITE AS BUTTER.

WHAT?

[CROWD MURMURS]

THIS WHAT THEY TEACH YOU IN THE ARMY?

PACK UP AND RUN WHEN THINGS GET HOT?

THANK GOD THE NAVY DON'T LET IN--

WHAT? GO ON AND SAY IT, MR. WRIGHT.

THANK GOD THE NAVY DON'T LET IN NIGGERS.

I WAS GOING TO SAY COWARDS.

THAT'S RIGHT. I GOT YOU FIGURED, MANN.

YOU ONE OF THEM LOUD BOYS, BIG TALK.

FIGURE YOU CAN SAY ANYTHING TO A WHITE MAN

AS LONG AS YOU START OUT SAYING, "WITH ALL DUE RESPECT."

FIRST SIGN OF TROUBLE, YOU DUCKIN' YOUR HEAD RUNNIN'.

WHAT YOU GOING TO DO WHEN THAT MOB COME DOWN THE ROAD?

YOU GOING TO GRAB UP YOUR RIFLE, DEFEND COLORED FOLK?

WHAT YOU CARE?

MAN DOES WHAT HE HAS TO. AIN'T THAT RIGHT?

JUST LIKE A COLORED BOY BACK FROM THE WAR WITH A POCKETFUL OF MONEY.

AIN'T THAT RIGHT?

YOU THE MASSA OF ROSEWOOD, HUH?

SAY, BOY...

THESE PEOPLE KNOW ME.

THEY TRUST ME.

HOW LONG YOU LIVE HERE, MR. WRIGHT?

9 YEARS.

I BEEN IN ROSEWOOD ONE NIGHT...

THEY ASKING ME TO STAY.

NOW, YOU PACK UP YOUR TRUCK...

SEE WHO TRIES TO STOP YOU FROM LEAVING.

[CLICK]

[CHURCH MEMBERS SINGING AMAZING GRACE]

YOU WASN'T GOING TO SAY NOTHING.

YOU WERE JUST GOING TO LEAVE ME?

3-4 WEEKS THIS ALL BLOW OVER. THEN I COME BACK.

BUT I THOUGHT WE--

WHY, I DIDN'T THINK YOU WAS JUST GOING TO RUN OFF, IS ALL.

AIN'T YOU A SOLDIER?

SCRAPPIE.

THEM BOYS LOOKING FOR A COLORED MAN

AIN'T NOBODY SEEN AROUND HERE BEFORE.

NOW, AIN'T NO WAY IN THE WORLD

ONE MAN GOT ENOUGH BULLETS FOR ALL THEM CRACKERS.

YOUR OWN PREACHER READY TO SERVE ME UP.

NOW, IF I STAY, I'M ASKING TO BE HUNG.

LOOK IT HERE.

THEY GIVE ME THIS FOR SAVING LIVES.

MOST IMPORTANT THING ANYBODY EVER GIVE TO ME.

YOU KEEP IT FOR ME.

HOLD ON TO IT TILL I GET BACK.

NOW, CAN YOU DO THAT FOR ME, DARLING?

[PEOPLE SINGING]

* IN HARD TIMES AND DARKENED WAYS *

* OH, LOOK DOWN, SWEET JESUS *

* HOLD ME NOW *

* THIS TIME I'M COMING HOME *

MORNING, JUDGE.

MULTIPLE GUNSHOT WOUNDS.

MISSING EARS...

FINGERS.

VARIOUS OTHER PARTS.

BY JESUS, YOUR BOYS REALLY GOT TO THIS ONE. HUH, ELLIS?

[EARL SNICKERS]

YEAH.

YES, THEY DID, SIR.

LEVY COUNTY IS GROWING.

WE NEED US A SHERIFF UP HERE WHO CAN HANDLE THESE NIGGER PROBLEMS.

IS THAT YOU, ELLIS?

NOW HOLD ON.

OH, I THINK I GOT

EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL NOW, JUDGE.

UH-HUH.

THEN I HOPE SO.

NOW, WE AIN'T TALKING ABOUT

BREAKING UP FIGHTS ON SATURDAY NIGHT.

YOU CAN'T CONTROL YOUR COLORED,

WE'RE GOING TO REPLACE YOU WITH SOMEONE WHO CAN.

CAUSE OF DEATH: "MISCHIEF AT HANDS UNKNOWN..."

WRITE THAT DOWN, EARL.

ALL RIGHT NOW! GET ON IN HERE! FALL IN HERE, EVERYBODY!

NOW, HUSH UP!

EVERYBODY, COME ON, NOW! DON'T LOLLYGAG!

I WANT TO GIVE YOU A DAY OFF.

WHAT'S THAT, BOOTS?

HE SAYS YOU GOT THE DAY OFF.

THAT'S GREAT! ALL RIGHT!

THAT COLORED BOY WHO ASSAULTED FANNY TAYLOR,

HE'S STILL OUT THERE SOMEWHERE.

SO I'M GONNA GIVE YOU THE DAY OFF

SO YOU CAN GO HELP WITH THE SEARCH.

ALL I EXPECT IS...

IF YOU FIND HIM...

WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.

[MURMURING]

Scrappie: OH, LORD, AUNTIE,

THEY'RE LIKELY TO COME IN HERE AND KILL US ALL.

YOU GOT TO TELL THEM THAT MAN WAS WHITE.

CHILD, YOU DON'T THINK THEY'RE GOING TO LISTEN TO OLD AUNT SARAH?

THEY'D JUST AS SOON AS STRING ME UP LIKE THEY DONE SAM CARTER.

YOU AIN'T NEVER SEEN CRACKERS ACT THE WAY I KNOW.

WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL, ABOUT 7,

STILL ON THE WILLOWBROOK PLANTATION...

OLD MASSA'S SON STOLE $20 OUT OF THE FAMILY CHEST FOR A COCKFIGHT.

MASSA KNEW HE TOOK IT.

AS BLUE AS JESUS' EYES, HE KNEW.

BUT JUST THE SAME...

HE WHIPPED MY DADDY HALF TO DEATH.

IT DON'T MATTER WHAT MAN WAS BEATING ON FANNY TAYLOR.

NIGGER.

IT'S JUST ANOTHER WORD FOR GUILTY.

HERE YOU GO.

THANK YOU, MR. BRYCE.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

YOU'RE A NICE GENTLEMAN.

LOOK, WHY DON'T YOU GET YOUR PEOPLES ON BOARD, AUNT SARAH?

TAKE THEM UP TO GAINESVILLE FOR AWHILE.

DON'T MUCH LIKE THE LOOKS OF THINGS AROUND HERE.

THINGS BEEN LOOKING THE SAME

AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER, MR. BRYCE.

YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.

TAKE THAT.

PUT IT ON THE SIDE THERE.

Bryce: BOARD!

SYLVESTER?

GO INSIDE THE DEPOT, MAMA. SYLVESTER!

MAMA, IT'S ALL RIGHT.

MAMA, GO ON.

Sheriff: JOHNNY.

SYLVESTER!

DO YOU KNOW THE WHEREABOUTS OF THIS JESSE HUNTER?

I DO NOT.

YOU ARREST THAT MAN WHO KILL SAM CARTER YET?

DON'T YOU GET UPPITY WITH ME.

I'VE COME TO WARN YOU.

THERE ARE SOME BOYS OVER THERE IN SUMNER

LET ON IF THEY WAS YOU,

THEY WOULDN'T LET SUNDOWN CATCH THEM AROUND HERE.

WELL, THEY AIN'T ME...SIR.

WHY DON'T YOU BE A GOOD BOY

AND GO VISIT SOME OF YOUR OTHER RELATIVES FOR A LITTLE WHILE, HUH?

I AM TRYING TO HELP YOU HERE.

THEY'RE ALL OVER THERE RIGHT NOW GETTING ALL FULL OF LIQUOR

AND MAKING NOOSES.

YOU HEAR ME! HUH?

SHERIFF...

IF YOU REALLY WANT TO HELP...

I APPRECIATE IT IF YOU WOULDN'T ALLOW

THEM BOYS TO COME 'ROUND HERE.

I WAS BORN AND RAISED IN ROSEWOOD.

THIS HERE IS MY HOME.

AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I LET ANYONE RUN ME OFF IT.

NOW, YOU CAN TELL THEM BOYS THAT.

TELL THEM YOUR DAMN SELF.

DAMN COLORED FOOL.

GO HOME, MAMA.

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SETTLE YOUR ACCOUNT

BEFORE I CAN SELL YOU THE SHELLS.

WANT ME TO SETTLE ACCOUNT?

THAT'S RIGHT.

ALL RIGHT.

GO HOME, JEWEL.

JEWEL.

GIRL, YOU BEST GET OUT OF THIS STORE.

SHE BELONGS HERE. SHE BELONGS RIGHT HERE.

DO YOU SEE HOW YOU DOIN' MY COUSIN?

GET OUT THIS STORE RIGHT NOW, JEWEL! GET!

CAN'T YOU LISTEN TO NOBODY?

SHERIFF GAVE YOU GOOD ADVICE. WHY AIN'T YOU LEAVING?

I THOUGHT YOU A SMART BOY, SYLVESTER.

I THOUGHT YOU A SMART BOY.

HERE IS YOUR MONEY, MR. WRIGHT.

THAT SHOULD SETTLE MY ACCOUNT.

SYLVESTER...

DUMB...

HURRY UP!

HERE COME THEM BOYS.

UH-HUH.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

HEY, Y'ALL.

THEY AIN'T GOT NOTHING.

Walker: WHAT'D YOU FIND?

SNAKES AND TICKS.

THEM COLORED FOLKS GOT TO BE HIDING THAT NIGGER.

WHAT TIME IS IT, ANYWAY?

WELL, LET'S SEE... BY OLD SAM CARTER.

BOURBON TIME.

[LAUGHTER]

I'LL TELL YOU, BOYS.

IF ANYBODY'S HIDING JESSE HUNTER,

MY MONEY'S ON SYLVESTER CARRIER.

THAT NIGGER, HE HATES US WHITE FOLK.

UH-HUH.

HE DOES.

YOU KNOW, HE'S GOT A PIANO.

A NIGGER WITH A GODDAMN PIANO.

I'VE BEEN WORKING ALL MY LIFE,

I AIN'T GOT A PIANO.

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY ONE.

THAT AIN'T THE POINT.

OLD MAN CUMMER, UP IN THAT HOUSE OF HIS,

HE'S GOT A PIANO.

THAT NIGGER'S GOT ONE, AND I DON'T.

NOW, HOW DOES THAT LOOK?

YEAH, AND HE'S MARRIED TO THAT WHITE WOMAN.

GERTRUDE AIN'T WHITE.

HELL, SHE LOOK WHITE.

WELL, SHE AIN'T.

SHE'S HALF NEGRESS, HALF-SEMINOLE INDIAN ALL.

HE SAYS. IT WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME IF HE WAS HIDING THAT BASTARD.

HEY, JUDGE.

JUDGE.

I TELL YOU, DUKE.

HAND ME THAT BOTTLE.

* HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU *

* HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU *

* HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR ARNETT *

* HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU *

GO AHEAD NOW, MAKE A WISH.

[CHILDREN YELLING]

BLOW THE CANDLES OUT.

OPEN THIS ONE FIRST, ARNETT. OPEN THAT ONE.

OH, YEAH, THAT'S NICE, MAMA.

YEAH, THAT'S REAL NICE.

YOU'RE A MAN NOW. YOU NEED A SUIT OF CLOTHES.

Sarah: YEAH. UH-HUH.

[DOG BARKING]

ARNETT, OPEN THIS ONE HERE AND THAT ONE, TOO.

SYLVESTER GOT THAT ONE.

SIMMER DOWN. BE QUIET!

SYLVESTER, COME ON OUT HERE NOW, BOY.

WE WANT TO TALK TO YOU.

BRING THAT JESSE HUNTER OUT HERE WITH YOU.

YEAH, BRING THAT BOY WITH YOU.

JESSE AND SYLVESTER ARE PROBABLY SITTING UP IN THERE.

SHUT UP THAT DAMN DOG.

SITTIN' UP THERE NOW EATING PORK CHOPS.

LAUGHING AT US ALL.

GOD DAMN, DUKE!

SON OF A--

YOU HAD NO CALL TO DO THAT.

IT'S JUST A DAMN DOG, ELLIS.

I'LL HAVE NO MORE SHOOTING.

HOW YOU EXPECT HIM TO COME OUT HERE

IF YOU'RE GOING TO SHOOT HIS HOUND?

HELL OF A SHOT!

SYLVESTER! YOU'D BETTER GET OUT HERE NOW.

WAIT, MAMA! MAMA, HOLD ON!

GET OUT THE WINDOW, MAMA.

MAMA, GET OUT THE WINDOW.

[MOB YELLING]

ALL RIGHT. I'M GONNA GO GET THE GUNS, MAMA.

NO! YOU STAY OUT THE WINDOW.

NO, SYLVESTER!

MAMA, JUST STAY OUT THE WINDOW.

Y'ALL CHILDREN GET DOWN RIGHT NOW.

GET DOWN UNDER THE TABLE RIGHT NOW.

SCRAPPIE, GERTIE, YOU KEEP THESE KIDS DOWN.

KEEP THESE KIDS DOWN! GET DOWN!

[MOB YELLING]

Arne WHO'S OUTSIDE?

WE DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU.

WE WANT TO TALK TO YOUR BOY.

WHY DON'T Y'ALL GO HOME?

MIZ SARAH, WE WANT TO TALK TO SYLVESTER. YOU GET HIM OUT HERE!

RIGHT NOW!

MR. WALKER, MY BOY DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THIS BUSINESS.

YOU LET HIM TELL US THAT.

LET JESSE HUNTER TELL US SOMETHING.

BOYS, I KNOW Y'ALL.

I WAS MIDWIFE TO MORE THAN HALF OF YOU

AND SOME OF YOUR YOUNG ONES.

BRING THAT BOY OUT HERE NOW!

I DONE SEEN YOU COME UP FROM BABIES TO NOW.

AIN'T NOTHING GOING TO COME OF THIS.

IT DON'T MAKE SENSE.

MY SYLVESTER AIN'T HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS MESS.

WE AIN'T NEVER KNOWN NO JESSE HUNTER.

I WAS THERE WITH MISS FANNY.

I SEEN THE MAN'S FACE AS PLAIN AS DAY.

AND MOST OF YOU MENS KNOW THAT THAT MAN WAS WHITE!

[GUNSHOT]

MAMA.

WHO FIRED THAT SHOT?

YOU TELL ME RIGHT NOW.

I TOLD YOU NO MORE SHOOTING.

DIDN'T I TELL YOU THAT?

Female singer: * LOOK DOWN, LORD, LOOK DOWN *

* THIS TIME I'M COMING HOME *

AUNT SARAH.

* IT'S LATE NOW *

* SWEET JESUS, TAKE ME HOME NOW *

[MOB YELLING]

Walker: POLY, GET BACK HERE!

SHUT UP, WALKER.

QUIT SQUEALING LIKE A STUCK PIG.

Andrews: I'LL TAKE THIS BOY OUT MYSELF.

Walker: DAMN YOU, GET BACK HERE!

GET BACK! GET BACK! NO!

PLEDGE YOUR SOULS TO HELL!

GET BACK UNDER THERE. STAY THERE! STAY DOWN!

GET INSIDE, SON. GO ON INSIDE.

HOLD YOUR FIRE!

HOLD YOUR FIRE!

THINK WE GOT HIM?

I DON'T KNOW.

WE GONNA NEED MORE BULLETS.

YOU GO AND TELL, TELL THE JUDGE WHAT HAPPENED HERE.

GO!

REST OF Y'ALL MEN, GET BACK! GO ON. STAY LOW.

HERE I AM.

I'M RIGHT HERE, MAMA.

HOLD ON!

HOLD ON, OK, MAMA? I'M RIGHT HERE.

S...S...S...

DON'T TRY TO TALK, MAMA, DON'T TRY TO TALK.

SYLVESTER?

DON'T...

DON'T LET THEM SURROUND YOU, BABY.

IT'S ALL RIGHT. I WON'T, MAMA. YOU JUST HOLD ON, OK?

MAMA, NO, HOLD ON.

MAMA, HOLD ON.

MAMA, HOLD ON.

MAMA.

MAMA.

NO, NO, NO!

OH, MAMA!

[EVERYONE YELLING]

Y'ALL TAKE WHAT YOU NEED AND NO MORE!

YOU HEAR ME?

Y'ALL HEAR ME?

HOW AM I GOING TO BE PAID FOR ALL THIS?

YOU JUST KEEP TRACK, THAT'S ALL.

Y'ALL SHOOT SYLVESTER, ELLIS?

DON'T KNOW.

THEY SHOT AUNT SARAH, THOUGH, JOHN.

AUNT SARAH!

UH-HUH.

WHAT THE HELL'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, ELLIS?

YOU LET THEM COME HERE AND SHOOT AN OLD WOMAN?

I DIDN'T LET THEM DO ANYTHING.

YOU CALL THAT UPHOLDING THE LAW?

WHAT KIND OF SHERIFF ARE YOU?

HENRY AND POLY ARE DEAD.

SHOT BY THEM DAMN NIGRAS.

WHERE'D SYLVESTER GET HIS AMMUNITION, JOHN?

HMM?

ALL RIGHT, COME ON.

COME ON. HURRY UP! HURRY UP!

COME ON! COME ON!

TAKE THOSE BABIES, GO HIDE IN THE WOODS.

ALL THE BABIES GOING TO GET IN THE WOODS NOW.

GO ON! GO HIDE IN THE WOODS.

GO ON. HURRY UP. GO HIDE IN THE WOODS.

SYLVESTER, I AIN'T LEAVING YOU.

GERTIE, THEY GONNA COME BACK HERE AND TRY TO KILL ALL OF US.

NOW, YOU AND SCRAPPIE GOT TO GO HIDE THESE CHILDREN IN THE SWAMP.

WE CAN'T TAKE THE BABIES OUT THERE. YOU'RE CRAZY!

THERE AIN'T NO PLACE ELSE, SCRAPPIE. NOW, GO ON AND GET OUT OF HERE.

WHAT ABOUT AUNT SARAH?

JUST GO ON AND GET, GIRL!

COME ON. LET'S GO. COME ON, THEN. COME ON, THEN.

GERTIE. I'LL BE THERE.

YOU GOT TO GO.

YOU GOT TO GO.

COME ON, BIG BABY, GET!

I CAN SHOOT, SYLVESTER.

BIG BABY GONNA SHOOT.

ALL RIGHT.

ALL RIGHT. COME ON.

Johnson: HOW MANY ARE THERE IN THE HOUSE?

SYLVESTER, JESSE HUNTER, JAMES CARRIER.

PROBABLY THAT DRIFTER.

YEAH, RODNEY. LISTEN.

YOU GET TOGETHER ALL THE MEN YOU CAN FIND

AND YOU HIGHTAIL IT TO SUMNER.

NOW, YOU MAKE SURE THEY BRING RIFLES.

WHAT HAPPENED?

3 DEAD WHITE MEN IS ALL.

WE DONE GOT OURSELVES A GODDAMN NIGGER REVOLT UP HERE.

HOLD YOUR FIRE!

THERE HE IS!

OW!

I THINK I GOT HIM!

HOLD YOUR FIRE!

GOD DAMN YOU!

WHOO!

LIGHT 'EM UP!

SOME OF Y'ALL PICK HENRY AND POLY UP.

THAT SYLVESTER?

YOU SON OF A BITCH!

YOU WANT ME TO BURN HER, TOO?

NO.

COUPLE Y'ALL MEN, COME OVER HERE.

I WANT Y'ALL TO CARRY HER DOWN TO THE NIGGER GRAVEYARD.

OH, ELLIS.

GO ON!

I'LL DO IT IF YOU MAKE ME DEPUTY.

YOU'RE DEPUTY NOW.

GO ON, PICK HER UP.

HEY, BOYS, I'M A DEPUTY!

[CHEERING]

HOLD ON TO THAT NOW. GRAB THE OTHER SIDE.

HOLD ON, BOBBY. HOLD ON.

THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.

SHE WORKED IN MY DAMN HOUSE, ELLIS.

THEN GIVE HER A DECENT CHRISTIAN BURIAL, JAMES.

YOU MEN, GRAB THAT END.

DAMN, WHAT DID THIS OLD CROW EAT?

COME ON, LIFT IT UP!

LOOK OUT NOW! LOOK OUT!

[DOOR OPENS]

Fanny: AUNT SARAH COME IN THE MORNING.

SHE CLEAN UP.

AUNT SARAH AIN'T COMING.

NO. YOU RIGHT.

IT'S SUNDAY.

AUNT SARAH AIN'T COMIN' NO MORE.

NO MORE, NO NEVER.

SHE'S DEAD.

NO.

SYLVESTER, TOO,

NO! DEAD AS HELL.

NO.

SAM CARTER, TOO.

GOD.

OH, NO.

HALF OF ROSEWOOD'S DEAD,

AND THEY AIN'T CAUGHT YOUR NIGGER YET!

SARAH...

SARAH...

WHY THEY HURT THAT OLD WOMAN?

SHE NEVER DONE NOTHIN' TO NOBODY.

OH.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

[FANNY SOBS]

Chorus: * THIS TIME I'M COMIN' *

* HOME *

* IT'S ME, NOW, SWEET JESUS *

* SAVE ME NOW *

* THIS TIME I'M COMIN' *

* HOME *

Man: Y'ALL NEED TO COME ON DOWN HERE.

Second Man: WE'RE GONNA NEED SOME HELP.

Woman: SOME COLORED BEAT AND RAPED A WHITE GIRL.

Man: THEM NIGGERS NEED TO BE PUT IN THEIR PLACE.

Second man: HELL, THEY DONE FORGOT WHO THEY ARE.

Third man: I'M GONNA GET ME ONE.

Fourth man: WE'RE GONNA STRING UP ALL THEM DARKIES.

* YES, WE'LL GATHER AT THE RIVER *

* THE BEAUTIFUL, THE BEAUTIFUL RIVER *

* GATHER WITH THE SAINTS AT THE RIVER *

* THAT FLOWS... *

Y'ALL HEAR WHAT HAPPENED IN ROSEWOOD?

A COLORED BOY KILLED 4 WHITE MEN

AND RAPED 3 WHITE WOMEN.

* THE SHINING RIVER *

* SOON OUR PILGRIMAGE WILL CEASE *

* SOON OUR HAPPY HEARTS WILL QUIVER *

* WITH THE MELODY OF PEACE *

* YES, WE'LL GATHER AT THE RIVER *

* THE BEAUTIFUL, THE BEAUTIFUL RIVER *

RIGHT OVER THERE!

THERE HE IS! GET HIM!

ON THAT HORSE! GIVE ME MY GUN!

[GUNSHOTS]

JESSE! YOU WERE BETTER OFF ON THAT CHAIN GANG, BOY!

THERE HE IS!

LET'S GO, BOYS! COME ON! GET HIM!

[GUNSHOTS]

OH!

WHAT THE?!

[GUNSHOTS]

GO! GO!

MOVE IT!

LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.

HYAH!

GIDDYUP!

[LAUGHTER]

[GUNSHOTS]

DROP THAT GUN!

GET THEM HORSES OUT OF HERE!

HEY, YOU HOLD THAT HORSE DOWN!

NOW, GET HIM ON OVER THERE!

GO ON!

OH, ELLIS, LET 'EM RUN!

LET 'EM RUN!

HOWDY-DO!

[GUNSHOTS]

OOH, HERE COME THE PARADE.

WHOO-WHEE!

HEH HEH HEH!

HEY, LISTEN UP! COME ON! COME ON OVER HERE!

COME ON!

15 NIGGERS JUMPED US IN THE WOODS!

THEY WAS ARMED TO THE TEETH!

WHAT? THEY BUMP YOU IN THE HEAD?

SURE ENOUGH DID!

YOU GO ON AND GET THEM, THEN!

LET'S ALL GET 'EM!

WAS IT BACK THERE? BACK YONDER.

GO NOW!

YEE-HA!

[CAR HORN HONKING]

[GUNSHOTS]

HEY, ELLIS, YOU GOT A PHONE CALL, ELLIS.

NOT NOW, EARL!

IT'S THE GOVERNOR, ELLIS.

PRETTY EXCITING STUFF, HUH, ELLIS?

Wright: GO ON INSIDE, TIMOTHY.

SEE THE NIGGER? THEY GOT HIM.

NO. YOU'VE GOT TO LOOK AND SEE.

YOU'VE GOT TO REMEMBER THIS.

IT'S SOMETHIN' YOU'VE GOT TO REMEMBER. LOOK.

DADDY?

WHAT?

WHAT?

MR. WRIGHT, YOU HAVE TO HIDE ME.

YOU ARE CRAZY.

I CAN'T RUN.

MR. WRIGHT, I DON'T KNOW WHERE MY BOYS ARE,

AND MY BABY GIRL IS SOMEWHERE...

IN THE WOODS.

MR. WRIGHT...

THEY KILLED MY VIRGINIA.

[GUNSHOT]

THEY FIND YOU HERE, THEY'LL BURN MY STORE.

YOU BEST RUN HIDE IN THE WOODS.

I CAN'T RUN!

I GOT SHOT THROUGH MY SIDE.

I CAN PAY YOU.

[GUNSHOT]

WE'LL PUT YOU IN THE BACK STOREROOM.

THANK YOU.

WE'LL TALK ABOUT THAT DEED LATER, BRADLEY.

GOD BLESS YOU, JOHN WRIGHT.

TIMOTHY...

GET SOME CLEAN WHITE RAGS, BLANKET.

[GUNSHOT]

WHOO!

WHOO HA HA!

HERE THEY COME.

WHAT ARE YOU FELLAS DOING IN THE ROAD?

HOLD STEADY, BOYS.

YOU CAN BACK UP RIGHT NOW!

MOVE THEM TRUCKS OUT!

COME ON!

WHOO! WHOO!

YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW.

WE GOT BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF!

OK, NOW...

GET THEM TRUCKS OUT THE ROAD!

TURN AROUND!

WHAT ARE YOU BOYS DOING?

YOU NEED TO GET ON OUT THE ROAD!

WE GOT BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF OVER THERE!

TURN AROUND!

YOU AIN'T BRINGING ALL THIS INTO OUR TOWN.

OH, YEAH, WE ARE.

WE'RE LOOKING FOR A COLORED FUGITIVE NAME OF JESSE HUNTER.

OUR COLOREDS ARE LAW-ABIDING FOLK!

BRONSON DON'T WANT YOU.

NOW TURN AROUND!

WHAT ARE YOU ALL GOING DOWN ON US FOR?

Y'ALL GONNA PROTECT NIGGERS?

HOLD ON NOW!

THAT AIN'T NO WAY TO TREAT A WHITE MAN!

OH, HELL, HE AIN'T HERE.

I'M GONNA REMEMBER THIS!

COME ON, PEANUT!

[GUNSHOTS]

NOW, GO ON IN THERE WITH THEM.

READY?

[GUNSHOT]

EARL!

EARL!

HEY, BOBBY!

HEY, WE'RE GOIN' BACK OVER. YOU COMIN'?

YEAH. I'LL BE ALONG IN A BIT.

YOU SAVE ME SOME.

THEM NIGGERS, THEY RUNNIN' LIKE CHICKEN, BOY!

THEY IN THE SWAMP NOW. WE'RE GONNA GET 'EM!

YAH-HOO!

HA HA HA!

[BELL RINGS]

[SOBBING]

[COUGHING]

THEM'S CHURCH BELLS.

MY DADDY'S RINGIN' 'EM.

THEM CRACKERS BE RINGIN' THEM BELLS.

NOW, YOU STAY PUT, YOU HEAR?

NO. THAT'S MY DADDY IN HIS CHURCH.

HE TELLIN' US IT'S SAFE TO COME HOME.

NO, DENNY, LEE RUTH...

MAYBELLE!

DENNY, COME BACK HERE.

DENNY, NO. COME BACK HERE.

[BELL RINGING]

[CAR HORN HONKING]

Duke: BUST IT UP, BOYS!

WHOO!

[GLASS BREAKING] HA HA HA!

BUST IT ALL UP, NOW!

BUST IT ALL UP!

WHOO!

NIGGERS!

COME ON. GIT.

HEE HA HA HA HA HA!

WHOO!

THAT'S A FIRE, NOW, AIN'T IT? WHOO!

WELL, LOOK, THIS COME OUT PERFECT HERE.

13.

THEN YOU PULL THAT THROUGH THERE, SEE?

NOW, YOU PULL ON ONE OF THOSE.

THAT'S PERFECT. THAT'S GOOD.

THERE YOU GO. PULL TIGHT.

THERE YOU GO. THAT'S GOOD.

NOW, YOU'VE GOT IT, BOY.

THERE'S YOUR NOOSE.

NOW YOU MAKE ONE.

JUST LIKE THIS ONE.

OH, THAT'S A GOOD ONE.

THAT'S A GOOD ONE.

GOOD BOY.

HERE. HERE. HERE.

USE THESE AND COVER YOURSELF UP.

IT'S ALL RIGHT. YOU'RE ALL RIGHT.

Girl: SCRAPPIE, I'M FREEZING.

COME ON. COME ON.

SCRAPPIE, I'M HUNGRY.

JUST TRY TO STAY TOGETHER.

SHH! SHH!

QUIET, Y'ALL!

THEY'RE GONNA HEAR US.

[WHIMPERING]

[RUSTLING]

OH, MANN.

MANN!

MANN!

MANN!

OH!

THEY DONE KILLED EVERYBODY.

AUNT SARAH, BIG BABY, SYLVESTER.

SCRAPPIE.

LOOK.

IT'S MORE THAN 50 CHILDREN HIDIN' AROUND IN THE SWAMP,

AND THEY BEEN OUT HERE ALL NIGHT

WITH NOTHING TO EAT,

AND THEY'RE CRYIN', AND THEY'RE FREEZIN'.

WHAT WE GONNA DO? WHAT WE GONNA DO?

Y'ALL BE QUIET NOW.

NOW, HUSH!

HUSH. JUST HUSH.

I WANT TO.

STOP KICKIN' ME, HEAR?

STOP FIGHTING.

ARNETT...

FRONT AND CENTER.

QUIT CRYING, ARNETT.

YOU AIN'T A LITTLE BOY NO MORE. YOU A MAN.

NOW, YOU SEE ANY TEARS IN THESE EYES?

I NEED YOU TO BE STRONG.

YOU'RE MY LIEUTENANT, UNDERSTAND?

YES, SIR.

[CHILD CRIES]

NOW, YOU GATHER UP THESE WOMEN AND CHILDREN.

YOU'RE GONNA MOVE DEEP INTO THE SWAMP.

ALL RIGHT.

WE GOTS TO MOVE.

GET UP.

COME ON. GET UP.

COME ON. MOVE.

Arne LET'S GO. MOVE!

I KNEW YOU'D BE BACK.

IT'S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.

MOVE, Y'ALL!

LET'S MOVE IT. GET HIM UP.

OH, HE'S BAD.

HE AIN'T GONNA LAST OUT HERE.

EMMA, THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' THE MATTER WITH ME. I CAN WALK.

DADDY.

THERE AIN'T NO PLACE TO GO.

YOU COME TOO LATE!

ALL RIGHT, TIMOTHY. UPSTAIRS WITH THE TURNERS.

PUT HIM UPSTAIRS, TOO, IN THE FRONT.

THAT'S ENOUGH. THAT'S ENOUGH.

LET'S GO. UPSTAIRS.

EVERYONE UPSTAIRS!

AND CLEAN THIS PLACE UP. LOOK AT THIS.

CLEAN THIS UP.

OH, MY GOD!

THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.

[SOBBING]

WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?

OH!

MARY.

I KNOW YOU DON'T--

I KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE HAVING COLORED FOLKS IN THE HOUSE,

BUT THIS IS A SERIOUS TIME.

IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK,

THAT I DON'T LIKE LIVIN' HERE 'CAUSE OF THE COLORED FOLKS?

IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK?

WELL, WHAT IS IT, MARY?

I AM CARING FOR THE COLORED FOLKS

CALM DOWN. IN MY HOME!

IT'S MY HOME, TOO.

I KNOW. YES, IT'S YOUR HOME.

YOU ALL TREAT ME LIKE A GUEST IN MY OWN HOUSE.

I GOT NEWS FOR YOU, JOHN WRIGHT.

CAROL IS DEAD.

SHE'S DEAD. SHE AIN'T COMIN' BACK,

AND I AIN'T LEAVIN'.

OH, GOD!

James: PUT ME DOWN.

PUT ME DOWN!

EMMA!

EMMA!

PUT ME DOWN.

I HEAR YOU'RE HIDING FOLK, MR. WRIGHT.

NO, NO, NO.

I NEED YOU TO PUT AWAY OLD JAMES HERE.

YOU'RE MISINFORMED.

HE OLD. YOU BEST TAKE HIM. GO HIDE IN THE WOODS.

NO. I DON'T WANT TO GO IN THERE.

TAKE HIM, AND GO HIDE IN THE SWAMP.

I AIN'T GONNA GO IN THAT HOUSE!

COME ON, MR. WRIGHT.

WHAT? JOHN WRIGHT?

I KNOW WHAT YOU BEEN DOIN' WITH MY DAUGHTER.

WHAT?

Mann: HUSH NOW. COME ON.

I CAN RUN LIKE YOU.

NOW, YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T.

NOW, YOU GONNA GET US KILLED. JUST HUSH!

COME ON, MR. WRIGHT.

YOU THE MASTER AROUND HERE.

I AIN'T A MASTER OF NOTHIN'.

YOU BEST GIT WHILE YOU CAN.

WHAT'S THE MATTER, MR. WRIGHT?

GIT!

DON'T HE OWE YOU ENOUGH TO SAVE HIS LIFE?

YOU SON OF A BITCH.

HOW MUCH IT TAKE FOR YOU TO HIDE THIS MAN?

$10? 15?

HOW ABOUT 60 GODDAMN 50?

I'M GONNA BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF!

THIS MAN'S LIFE WORTH ONE ACRE OF LAND?

HIDE THE MAN, JOHN, FOR GOD'S SAKE.

LET HIM IN.

COME ON.

EMMA!

COME ON.

NO, MAMA.

COME ON, BABY.

NO, MAMA. IT'S ALL RIGHT. YOU GO ON.

GO, MAMA! I'M ALL RIGHT.

I CAN'T GO IN THERE, MAMA!

GO, MAMA. TAKE CARE OF PAPA.

TAKE CARE OF PAPA, MAMA.

COME ON!

COME ON, NOW. GIT!

GO.

I'LL BE ALL RIGHT, MAMA.

Mann: COME ON.

Mann: COME ON.

WAIT!

WHAT'S THE PROBLEM, BOYS? WHAT'S THE MATTER?

WE WANT JAMES CARRIER.

RIGHT NOW.

WELL, I AIN'T SEEN HIM. HELL, I AIN'T SEEN NOBODY.

DAMN IT, JOHN.

WE CAUGHT HIS DAUGHTER.

WE KNOW HE'S HERE!

WHAT DID Y'ALL PECKERWOODS DO TO HER?

WHERE'S SHE AT, DAMN IT?

WHERE'S SHE AT, ELLIS?

HEY! ONE DAMN NIGGER.

COME ON NOW! IT'S HER DADDY WE AFTER!

EXPLAIN TO ME WHY YOU WANT TO LYNCH A CRIPPLE.

WE AIN'T LYNCHIN' NOBODY DON'T NEED TO BE LYNCHED, JOHN.

I JUST DON'T SEE NO SENSE IN IT.

JOHN, JAMES CARRIER WAS IN THAT HOUSE

WITH SYLVESTER AND JESSE HUNTER!

YEAH. WE JUST WANT TO ASK HIM A FEW QUESTIONS, JOHN. THAT'S ALL.

WELL, THAT'S ALL FINE, BUT I AIN'T GOT HIM.

ALL RIGHT, BOYS!

STAY BACK!

YOU GET OFF MY PORCH! GET OFF MY--

DON'T YOU COME NEAR!

SIMMER DOWN!

JOHNNY, YOU WANT THESE BOYS TO GO THROUGH YOUR WIFE AND CHILDREN?

IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?

COME ON! BRING HIM OUT!

WE WILL! THAT'S WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO!

YOU GIVE ME YOUR WORD, ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS QUESTION HIM? YES?

MM-HMM. YEAH.

WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?

YEAH.

THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!

Y'ALL WAIT NOW.

Man: GET THAT NIGGER OUT HERE!

Second man: HE WAS IN THE HOUSE THE WHOLE TIME.

Third man: GET THAT DAMN NIGGER!

[CLANGING]

JOHN!

JOHN, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LET THOSE PEOPLE HAVE HIM?

SHH! MARY, PLEASE.

IF I DON'T, THEY'LL COME IN HERE AND SHOOT US ALL.

THEY JUST WANT TO ASK HIM SOME QUESTIONS.

I'LL BE WITH HIM TO MAKE SURE THEY DON'T DO MORE THAN THAT.

I'LL BE WITH HIM.

NOW, JAMES...

WE GOT OLD SARAH OVER HERE, RESTING HER SOUL.

IF YOU DON'T TELL US WHERE THIS JESSE BOY IS,

WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO PUT YOU IN THERE WITH HER.

IT'S A BIG BOX!

HA HA! HA HA! HA HA! HA HA!

WHY AIN'T MY SISTER BURIED?

'CAUSE YOU AIN'T BURIED HER YET.

DIG A HOLE, NIGGER.

I AIN'T GOT BUT ONE GOOD ARM.

WE AIN'T GOT BUT ONE GOOD SHOVEL.

COME ON. GET UP HERE, YOU OLD CROW,

AND DIG YOUR OWN HOLE.

COME ON!

SHOW US WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF.

COME ON! LET'S GO!

GRAB THAT SHOVEL. LET ME SEE WHAT YOU CAN DO.

GET HIM GOIN'!

WHOA! HE'S EAGER, AIN'T HE? WHOO!

YEAH.

YEAH! YEAH!

ELLIS.

WHOA!

HA HA HA! HA HA HA!

COME ON.

STOP IT.

JUST TRYING TO HELP HIM PUT THAT SHOVEL IN THE GROUND.

JAMES, LISTEN HERE.

I WANT YOU TO TELL THESE BOYS WHERE JESSE HUNTER IS.

HE WAS IN THAT HOUSE WITH YOU, WASN'T HE?

NOW, TELL ME, HEAR ME? LISTEN UP.

JAMES, YOU TELL THEM SOMETHING, HMM?

JAMES, LOOK AT ME!

YOU TELL THEM SOMETHING, FOR GOD'S SAKE.

I'M PLEADING TO YOU.

SHERIFF, I CAN'T LIE TO YOU.

I AIN'T NEVER MET THE MAN.

OH! OH! OH, BOY.

FAIR ENOUGH.

STOP! DUKE!

GOD! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, DUKE?

WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?

OH, HUSH UP, JOHN.

YOU DONE WENT AND TURNED NIGGER LOVER ON US.

EVER SINCE YOUR WIFE PASSED AWAY, YOU AIN'T BEEN THE SAME.

I'M GOIN' HOME, Y'ALL.

DUKE, MY ASS!

YOU STUPID PIECE OF SOUTH SUCKIN' WHITE TRASH!

WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?

DON'T YOU NIGGER LOVE ME, YOU WHITE TRASH!

COME ON!

TAKE OFF, YOU ALL. TAKE OFF, YOU ALL.

THINK OF WHAT YOU'RE SAYING.

DON'T DO THIS.

NIGGER LOVER.

NIGGER LOVER!

WHOSE SIDE YOU ON, JOHNNY WRIGHT?

DON'T EVEN CARE A WHITE MAN GOT SHOT!

FORGETTING WHO YOU ARE, JOHNNY?

GO HOME, JOHNNY.

YOU GO HOME RIGHT NOW.

YOU GOT THE MONEY THAT MAN OWES ME?

[SPITS]

Y'ALL GONNA PAY ME FOR ALL THE MONEY I'M LOSING?

HELL, NO!

KILLIN' ALL OF MY CUSTOMERS,

RUNNIN' 'EM OFF.

YOU WATCH WHO YOU CALL WHITE TRASH, BOY!

THAT'S RIGHT.

JUST 'CAUSE YOU RICH OFF NIGGER MONEY,

YOU THINK YOU BETTER THAN ALL THE REST OF US?

THAT'S RIGHT!

YOU GET ALL THE MONEY IN FLORIDA, JOHNNY WRIGHT,

YOU STILL AIN'T NOTHIN'

BUT A DIRT FLOOR CRACKER!

SHOPKEEPER!

HEY, Y'ALL, WAKE UP.

[COUGHING]

COME ON.

COME ON. WE GOT TO GO. TIME TO WAKE UP.

DON'T GO THIS WAY.

WHERE ARE WE GOING?

KEEP QUIET.

DON'T GO THIS WAY.

I AIN'T GOT NO BULLETS.

SHARE!

HEY, Y'ALL BE QUIET!

SHH! Y'ALL BE QUIET.

WANT THEM CRACKERS TO HEAR YOU?

RIDE THE TRAIN

TO THE OLD ROAD NEAR KELLY'S POND.

GET THERE, LISTEN FOR THE ENGINE WHISTLE.

KELLY'S POND? THAT'S ON THE OTHER SIDE OF SUMNER, MR. WRIGHT.

HOW WE GONNA DO THAT?

YOU'RE ASKIN' US TO TAKE THESE CHILDREN

THROUGH ALL THEM CRACKERS?

CAN'T STOP NEAR ROSEWOOD.

IT'S KELLY'S POND OR NOWHERE.

NO MEN ON THE TRAIN. THAT'S THE PLAN.

HOW WE KNOW WE CAN TRUST YOU, MR. WRIGHT?

GOT NO CHOICE.

IN THE TRENCHES NOW.

8:00.

THAT'S 3 HOURS.

GET THESE FOLKS THERE.

I'LL BRING THE TRAIN.

IF YOU'RE LYING, I'M COMIN' FOR YA.

SOLDIER, IF I'M LYING, YOU'RE DEAD.

YES, SIR.

WE AGREED ABOUT THE MEN?

YES, SIR.

THAT INCLUDES YOU.

JOHNNY, WE JUST WENT THROUGH THERE THIS MORNING.

IT AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT ASHES AND SMOKE.

TOWN'S IN PURGATORY.

BILLY, IT'S A REAL SIMPLE THING, WE DO IT RIGHT.

THEY GOT BOYS ON ALL THE BRIDGES,

ALL THE MAIN ROADS LOOKIN' FOR COLORED MEN.

WE GO IN AT NIGHT, ROUND BACK TO SUMNER,

PICK UP THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN,

SWEEP THEM OFF TO GAINESVILLE.

HE'S TALKIN' ABOUT SUMNER!

THAT'S WHERE THE WHOLE DAMN THING STARTED!

YOU'RE ASKIN' US TO RISK OUR ENGINE, JOHNNY!

WHO ARE YOU BRYCE BROTHERS,

A COUPLE OF RICH BOYS PLAYIN' ON YOUR TRAIN?

TO HELL WITH YOU.

YOU BOYS PUFFIN' AROUND THE COUNTRYSIDE

WAVIN' AND TOOTIN' YOUR WHISTLE?

TO HELL WITH YOU!

THESE ARE REAL FOLKS DYIN',

WOMEN AND CHILDREN AIN'T DONE NOTHIN' WRONG TO NO SOUL.

THAT AIN'T FAIR, JOHNNY!

DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT FAIR, BILLY!

THEY SHOT SARAH CARRIER DOWN LIKE A DOG ON HER OWN PORCH!

I AIN'T ASKIN' YOU TO RISK YOUR TRAIN!

I'M ASKIN' YOU TO RISK YOUR ASSES!

BILLY!

THINK THEY GONNA LET THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN THROUGH?

I DON'T KNOW.

SHH.

WAIT, WAIT, SHH.

[DISTANT YELLING, DOGS BARKING]

[WHISPERING] Stay here.

DAMN.

LET'S GO. GOTTA MOVE.

[DOGS BARKING]

HOW FAR OUT ARE WE?

ABOUT 40 MINUTES.

CAN'T WE MOVE THIS THING ANY FASTER?

PUSH THAT THROTTLE, J.B.

DON'T YOU BE TELLING US HOW TO RUN OUR TRAIN, JOHNNY.

WE GOTTA TAKE IT EASY ON HER.

SHE AIN'T BEEN ACTIN RIGHT LATELY.

OH, SHE AIN'T?

YOU BOYS HAVE BEEN TREATING THIS TRAIN LIKE A LITTLE SISTER

SINCE I'VE KNOWN YOU. GET HER MOVING.

SHE CAN'T HANDLE IT!

GET THIS SON OF A BITCH MOVING.

J.B., GIVE HER A LITTLE.

FEEL BETTER?

YEAH.

I FEEL BETTER.

Boy: I'M TIRED.

Second Boy: I DON'T FEEL LIKE GOING.

[WHISPERING] Shh, shh, hush up,

hush up, be quiet.

[MEN TALKING]

HEY, TRUCK COMING, BOYS.

WATCH OUT, NOW.

Man: WATCH YOURSELF.

GET ON UP.

[WHISPERING] Arnett.

Come on.

Wait, wait.

EMMETT.

MIGHT AS WELL COME LOOK.

MAKE ROOM FOR MY BOY HERE.

EMMETT.

EMMETT!

WHY YOU CRYIN', BOY?

THERE'S BABIES IN THERE.

A NIGGER IS A NIGGER, BOY.

NONE OF US LIKE IT.

GOD MADE THE WORLD THE WAY IT IS,

AND WE JUST GOT TO LIVE IN IT.

YOU GET AS OLD AS I AM,

YOU BECOME A MAN...

YOU'RE GONNA LEARN A LOT OF THINGS.

A NIGGER IS A NIGGER, BOY.

THAT'S THE WAY.

YOU UNDERSTAND ME, EMMETT?

YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

SHE'S OVERHEATING!

[CLANG]

[SCREECHING, HISSING]

DAMN IT!

DAMN IT, I TOLD YOU!

WE'RE STOPPING, WE'RE STOPPING!

WE CAN'T STOP. NO, NO.

DON'T YOU GET IT?

DON'T YOU GET IT?

WE ARE STOPPED!

WE CAN'T GO ANYWHERE!

IT'S YOUR FAULT!

YOUR FAULT!

GODDAMN COUNTERBALANCE PIN!

DAMN IT!

Billy: J.B., LEAVE HIM ALONE. YOU GOTTA CHECK THE ENGINE.

DON'T YOU HEATHENS TOUCH MY PORCH.

STEP ASIDE. WE HEAR YOU'RE HIDING NIGGERS IN HERE.

TURN AROUND, EARL,

BEFORE I SEND US BOTH TO DAMNATION.

Earl: JESUS CHRIST, MARY.

THAT DAMN THING AIN'T LOADED ANYWAY.

OH, YES, IT IS.

YOU GOT ANY NIGGERS IN THERE, MARY?

WILLING TO KILL A WHITE WOMAN TO FIND OUT, BOBBY?

NOW TURN AROUND AND GET HOME.

GET ON, GET!

COME ON, EARL. NO NIGGERS AROUND HERE.

COME ON, Y'ALL. COME ON, NOW.

YOU MEN BEST HOPE THE LORD FEELS MERCIFUL COME JUDGMENT DAY.

HUSH.

[CHILDREN COUGHING]

EVERYBODY FRONT AND CENTER.

LIEUTENANT.

WHERE'S ARNETT?

Boy: HE GONE.

WHERE'S MINNIE?

STAY PUT.

WHAT Y'ALL BOYS NEED TO GET THIS ENGINE RUNNING AGAIN?

SOMETHIN' WE AIN'T GOT.

COUNTERBALANCE PIN.

WHAT IS A COUNTERBALANCE PIN?

OH, IT AIN'T NOTHIN'.

PIECE OF METAL ABOUT THIS LONG.

[MINNIE CRYING]

SHH, SHH.

BE QUIET. MINNIE, BE QUIET.

[FOOTSTEPS]

[MEN TALKING]

Ellis: ALL RIGHT, Y'ALL MEN,

LISTEN UP, LET'S CALL IT A NIGHT.

BOBBY, EARL, GIVE ME A HAND.

GET THESE MEN OUT OF HERE.

COME ON.

GET THESE MEN OUT OF HERE. COME ON.

NO MORE CAMPING OUT IN MY TOWN!

YOU HEAR ME?

HUSH, Y'ALL, HUSH!

ALL RIGHT, I SEE YOU IN THERE.

WHAT YOU UP TO, DUKE? WHAT DO YOU SEE?

HOLD STILL, NOW. RIGHT UP AGAINST THAT TREE, Y'ALL.

GO GET HIM.

[CROWD YELLING]

Girl: MINNIE. MINNIE'S BACK.

ARNETT.

WHERE YOU BEEN?

WHAT--

HE'S GONNA GET KILLED LOOKING FOR YOU.

[CROWD YELLING]

SHOW YOU TO RAPE MY WIFE.

PUT HIM UP!

[CHEERING]

SIMMER DOWN, Y'ALL!

I HAD A NICE QUIET TOWN HERE,

BUT YOU PUT AN END TO THAT,

DIDN'T YOU, BOY.

WASN'T NO COLORED BOY HAD NOTHIN DO TO WITH WHAT HAPPENED THERE.

SHUT UP.

SHUT UP, JESSE.

THAT AIN'T MY NAME.

CLEAR A PATH.

Man: GET BACK, GET BACK.

RUN THE NIGGER UP.

HA!

HA!

HA, DAMN YOU!

COME ON, YOU STUPID HORSE!

JUST SHOOT THE DAMN HORSE.

BOOKER T., GO!

WHOO.

WHOOEE.

GOD DAMN.

[GASPS]

[GASPS]

Man: THAT IS ONE STRONG BUCK.

WHY WON'T HE DIE?

Second man: HE GONNA DIE, HE GONNA DIE.

HIS NECK AIN'T THAT THICK.

OH, HE'LL DIE,

ONLY HE PROBABLY DIDN'T HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.

WELL, TRUTH BE TOLD, NONE OF 'EM DID.

WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN, ELLIS?

IT MEANS, JAMES,

THAT YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I DO

WHAT FANNY'D BEEN DOING LUNCH TIMES.

SOME OF Y'ALL KNOW BETTER THAN OTHERS!

THAT'S RIGHT.

SHOULD HAVE NEVER LISTENED TO HER.

THAT WOMAN'S A WILDCAT.

[CROWD YELLING]

[GASPS]

BOOKER T.!

Man: SHOOT HIM!

SORRY I HAD TO SAY IT THAT WAY, JAMES,

BUT THIS THING'S GONE FAR ENOUGH.

FANNY LIED...

TO YOU, TO ME, AND THE WHOLE DAMN TOWN.

HUH?

DEEP DOWN, I DON'T THINK I BELIEVED HER FROM THE START.

IF THAT'S HOW YOU FEEL, WHY'D YOU TAKE HER WORD FOR THIS, ELLIS?

WHAT CHOICE I GOT, HUH?

I AM THE SHERIFF.

DAMN.

MY BADGE.

WHAT'S GONNA KEEP IT IN PLACE?

PRAYER.

Female singer: * OH, I'VE BEEN WEARY *

* AND FEELING TIRED *

* OH, LORD... *

Mann: MOVE IT!

* IT'S DARK NOW... *

Mann: MOVE, ARNETT, MOVE!

* AND I'VE LOST MY WAY *

* SWEET JESUS, LORD *

* WON'T YOU GUIDE ME NOW... *

Mann: COME ON, MOVE!

* LOOK DOWN, LORD *

* LOOK DOWN *

* I'M A-COMING HOME NOW *

* I'M COMING HOME NOW... *

GET ON BOARD, GET ON BOARD, GET ON BOARD.

GET ON BOARD.

* I'M A-COMING HOME NOW *

GET 'EM ON, GET 'EM ON!

COME ON, MOVE.

GET ON, GET ON!

COME ON. WE AIN'T GONNA SIT

ON THE TRACK ALL NIGHT. LET'S GO!

MOVE!

COME ON!

QUICKLY!

LET'S GO!

LET'S GO.

LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

[GUNSHOTS]

YOU CAN'T COME ON! YOU CAN'T COME ON!

LET ME ON THIS TRAIN!

I SAID GET DOWN!

IF THEY FIND MEN ON THIS TRAIN, THEY'LL KILL EVERYONE!

GET OFF!

Man: PLEASE!

HELP, STOP THE TRAIN!

Wright: GET BACK. IF THEY FIND MEN ON THIS TRAIN,

THEY'LL KILL ALL THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN!

YOU CAN'T COME ON HERE!

NO!

GET DOWN, GET DOWN!

WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING?

THIS IS A WAR! WE'RE IN THE TRENCHES!

[CHILD SCREAMING]

JESUS CHRIST!

COME ON, GIRL.

CHILD, STAY DOWN. STAY DOWN.

Y'ALL CAN GET UP NOW.

YOU CAN'T GO, MANN.

YOU JUST CAN'T.

DON'T LEAVE US, MANN.

PLEASE DON'T LEAVE US.

HUSH NOW.

Y'ALL GONNA BE SAFE.

SCRAPPIE IN CHARGE FROM HERE ON IN.

ARNETT, YOU'RE A LIEUTENANT.

YOU HELP HER OUT.

TAKE THESE CHILDREN INSIDE.

Y'ALL GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.

[HORSE WHINNIES]

WHAT?

THAT'S BOOKER T.!

MR. MANN, WHO IS THAT RIDING YOUR HORSE?

IT'S SYLVESTER.

SYLVESTER.

Arne ALL RIGHTY.

SYLVESTER MADE IT. ALL RIGHTY. HE MADE IT.

SYLVESTER, HOW YOU DOING?

UNCLE SYLVESTER'S ALIVE.

UNCLE SYLVESTER'S ALIVE.

I AIN'T GOT ALL NIGHT, MAN.

GERTIE, Y'ALL GET TO COUSIN WILMA IN GAINESVILLE.

COME ON.

I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU IN GAINESVILLE.

WON'T BE WAITING LONG.

BYE. BYE.

HOW'D YOU GET OUT?

THEY CARRIED ME...

IN MY MAMA'S COFFIN.

[DOOR OPENS]

[COCKS GUN]

JOHN.

THEY WERE HERE.

A MOB.

THEY TRIED TO GET IN.

WHAT HAPPENED?

MOM SCARED 'EM OFF.

BOYS.

BOYS.

James: COME HERE, GET UP, GET UP!

Fanny: NO!

[FANNY SCREAMING]

[GLASS BREAKING]

James: LIAR!

Fanny: NO, NO!

James: DAMN YOU, WOMAN!

Fanny: AAH, NO!

WHERE YOU GOING, BOY?

YOU LITTLE CRAB.

YOU EAT MY FOOD, THEN YOU WALK AWAY SIDEWAYS.

EMMETT!

EMMETT, COME ON BACK IN THE HOUSE, BOY.

I--I'M SICK.

MY HANDS IS HURTING ME BAD.

I NEED YOUR HELP, AND MY BACK--

EMMETT, I DON'T MEAN TO BE HARD ON YOU, BOY.

I JUST WANT WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU.

I WANT TO LEARN YOU HOW TO LIVE IN THE WORLD.

I HATE YOU!

YOU AIN'T NO MAN!

UH...

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE, DAD.

EMMETT, YOU COME BACK--EMMETT.

DON'T YOU WALK AWAY. COME OVER HERE, BOY.

EMMETT, COME ON BACK IN HERE.

EMMETT!

EMMETT!

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[SOBBING]

Sylvester: WHICH WAY ARE YOU HEADED?

SAME AS YOU, FRIEND.

GONNA CATCH THAT TRAIN.

Chorus: * OH, LORD *

* THIS TIME I'M COMING *

* HOME *

* IT'S LATE NOW, SWEET JESUS *

* TAKE ME NOW *

* THIS TIME I'M COMING *

* HOME *

* LOOK DOWN, LORD *

* LOOK DOWN *

* IN HARD TIMES *

* AND I CAN'T WAIT *

* OH, LOOK DOWN, SWEET JESUS *

* HOLD ME NOW *

* THIS TIME I'M COMING *

* HOME *

* THERE'S SO MUCH SORROW *

* GROWN THIS TIME, LORD *

* LOOK DOWN, PLEASE LOOK DOWN *

* OH, I'VE BEEN WANDERING FAR *

* AND TRAVELING LONG *

* I'M WEARY NOW *

* PLEASE LOOK DOWN *

* FREE ME, LORD *

* TAKE ME *

* I NEED TO COME AND WALK WITH THEE *

* SWEET JESUS *

* OH, WON'T YOU HOLD ME NOW? *

* THIS TIME I'M COMING HOME *

* I'M COMING HOME *

* LOOK DOWN, LOOK DOWN *

* LOOK DOWN, LOOK DOWN *

* THIS TIME I'M COMING HOME *

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