All language subtitles for Till (Chukwu, Chinonye 2022)_WEBRip.720p.x264.AAC_EN

♪ Sincerely ♪

♪ Oh, yes, sincerely ♪

♪ 'Cause I love you so dearly ♪

♪ Please say you'll be mine ♪

♪ Sincerely ♪

♪ Oh, you know ♪

♪ How I love you ♪

♪ I'll do anything for you ♪

♪ Please say you'll be mine ♪

♪ Oh, Lord Won't you tell me ♪

♪ Why I love that girlie so ♪

Are you looking for something?

No, I'm just doing a little shopping.

We also have shoes in the basement.

Do your other customers know that too?

Mama.

Which one do you like better?

Pardon me.

I think I like this one.

Will you really need a wallet
while you're down there?

Oh, Mama. Please?

Okay. Fine.

Let's just go pay for it and go home now.

Sing out.

♪ I love Bosco ♪

♪ It's rich and chocolaty ♪

♪ Chocolate-flavored Bosco
Is mighty good for me ♪

♪ Mama puts it in my
milk for extra energy ♪

♪ Bosco gives me iron
and sunshine vitamin D ♪

♪ Oh, I love Bosco
That's the drink for me ♪

Whoa! My man!

You did that.

You didn't stutter, not one time.

Now, Bo, you know

it's time for you to go to bed.

Aw...

You know you got a big day tomorrow.

Come on. Give Grandma a hug.

I'll see you when you get back.

Bring it in.

Good night, Mr. G.

All right.

Oh.

You two don't get married
before I get back.

Can't get married without my best man.

Good night.

What? Is it my bedtime too?

Could be.

Good night.

I'll call you after Bo gets on the train.

Mrs. Spearman.

She'll see you tomorrow.

- All right. Good night.
- Good night.

What's wrong, Mamie?

We've never been apart this long.

He's just going to see his cousins.

It's not a bad thing for him
to know where he come from.

Well, Chicago is all he needs to know.

I don't want him seeing himself

the way those people are seen down there.

Those people like me?

Even you left Mississippi, Mama.

Mamie, Bo is growing up.

You gonna have to let him go.

All right, I know that face.

That is the face of

"Mama, mind your
business, and go home."

Where's my pocket book?

Mm-hmm. Right here.

Oh, there it is.

You need to get you some rest too.

- I will.
- Come on, baby.

- I'll call you tomorrow.
- All right.

- Good night, Mama.
- Good night, darlin'.

A delightful day

here in our town of Chicago

and I presume that you're, sort of,

munching on Wrigley's Spearmint,

and you're all relaxed,

and pleasantly situated wherever you are.

The sun's probably shining

in your heart and your town too.

♪ There was a guy who had
some brand new tricks ♪

♪ Played his horn with
some crazy licks ♪

♪ The thing that made
him such a flop ♪

♪ Was he beeped ♪

♪ When he should've... bopped ♪

♪ That same old guy jumped
right up on the stand ♪

♪ But... But he couldn't
seem to dig the band ♪

♪ Thought he was the
cream of the crop but ♪

♪ He beeped when he
should have bopped ♪

I got this ready for you.

♪ All the cats would
gather around ♪

♪ To see what he was
tryin' to prove ♪

♪ But anyone could
plainly see ♪

♪ He was draggin' them
out of the groove ♪

♪ At last the leader
turned around and said ♪

♪ Listen, Pops, you
had better stop ♪

♪ Oh, there you go
You did it again ♪

♪ You just beeped when
you should've bopped ♪

All right, now, you're
gonna miss your train.

Bo, when you get down there...

Oh, not again, Mama.

I've already been to Mississippi.

Only one time before,

and you started a fight
with another little boy.

He was picking on me.

You're in the right to
stand up for yourself,

but that's not what I'm talking about.

Well, they have a different set of rules

for Negroes down there.

Are you listening?

Yes.

You have to be extra
careful with White people.

You can't risk looking
at them the wrong way.

I know.

Bo.

Be small down there.

Like this?

Instead of your father's ring,

how about you wear the cufflinks

we got you last Christmas?

They'll look so handsome on you.

No, Mama.

I wanna wear the ring.

Thank you.

Go on downstairs.

I need to finish getting ready myself.

Ah, morning, Mamie!

Morning, Preacher.
Good morning, Wheeler.

Hi, Miss Mamie. Hi, Bo.

You're leaving Chicago too soon.

You were only here a few days.

I didn't need no more days than that.

I got to see some family, a few friends.

Maybe we get you to come down...

- see us.
- All aboard!

I like it just fine out here, Preacher.

All right, now.

Bo, stay close to your cousins.

Preacher, you and Aunty Lizzie

make sure Bo calls and
writes every chance he gets.

I need to know he's okay.

Don't worry.

Me, Lizzie, and the boys
will have a stern eye on him.

Goodbye, Mamie.

All right, now. Come on, Bobo.

Buh-bye, Mama.

Oh, Bo! You didn't
kiss me goodbye.

Mama. I gotta go.

Listen to Preacher.

Stay with your cousins at all times.

Be extra careful.

I already know.

You know what?

I won't need to keep
the time on my vacation.

Wind it every day.

Last call! Train's leaving!

Buh-bye, Mama.

Come on, Bobo. Aight, Mamie.

Time to move now.

Now,

all you gotta do is pinch
the bract right here,

so you don't get your fingertips...

Hey, look at the size of that bird.

Whoa!

Where'd you get that ring?

Oh, it was my daddy's.

He died a hero in the war.

Well, let me try it on.

Um, maybe later.

All right.

- Bo?
- Is he all right?

Bobo!

Come on.

Roar!

From the depths of an ancient tomb,

echoes a sound that shakes the world.

Meet the mummy, Simmy!

Stop!

You gonna get us in trouble.

Or better yet, fired. I'm
done picking these fields.

What do y'all do with
all this cotton anyway?

We sell it.

Mr. Frederick, who own
the land, take his share.

I go to market with our haul.

- Sounds pretty square.
- Hmm.

Pa, you gonna let him sass you that way?

What way?

The boy doesn't know where
his clothes come from.

Nah.

I take it back, Bobo.
Stay off the farm.

City boy won't even know
how he found a whuppin'.

Yes, he is.

Damn near pass out.

Come on, sit down.
Sit down, come on.

Hey, young boy.

How you doin' there, young fella?

Come on, learn somethin'.

Well, I'm about raised from the dead

by all this excitement.

Pay attention here,

you gonna let us learn you something.

I'll make damn sure.

I'mma do what I do.

Thank you, ma'am.

You look like a movie star.

What?

Where's Bobo?

He's in there.

Simmy. See to Bobo
while he's inside.

See?

Come on.

Bye!

Buh-bye!

- Come on, let's go!
- Yeah?

She getting her gun. She
getting her gun, y'all.

Come on! Move!

- Get up, now! Come on!
- Move!

Move! She goin' to
get a gun, y'all!

- Get in!
- Just lay low.

Come on, Mau!

Why aren't you at work?

Is everything okay?

That trip we planned to take Bo on?

Let's go now.

You wanna go right now?

You said you weren't feeling that well.

I was just missing Bo.

I'm still missing Bo.

We have never been apart this long,

and he's gonna be gone another week.

I need to keep doing things

to take my mind off of this feelin'.

Okay.

I can't go right now, but, uh,

we'll try in a few days.

Promise me we'll go on the trip?

Of course.

I'm trying not to act so silly!

Better watch yourself.

I don't know, 'cause when he looks at me,

I just lose my mind!

Oh! But just be yourself.

Okay. I'll try. It's
gonna be all right.

Oh! Nice try.

It's a high-speed competition, huh?

They call you city boy, or somethin'?

Think you so damn funny, huh?

Why you whistle like that?

Look, it's been three days, okay?

And we haven't heard nothin' more

about what I did in Money.

That's 'cause no one knows
your face 'round here.

That don't mean they not in one of 'em cars

looking for us.

Look, I said I was sorry.

We gotta tell Pappa.

We all agreed we wouldn't say anything.

He'll make Bobo go home.

So what?

You don't see what's been
going on around here?

They killin' Negroes

for doing way less than
what you did in Money.

You ain't no White man,
Bobo. You one of us!

Hey, leave him alone, Maurice.

Mrs. Bryant must've
kept it to herself.

No one has to know.

Willie Mae, Ollie,

I swear you two are losing on purpose.

Yeah, well, you must have
all the luck tonight, Mamie.

Mm-hmm.

Now, we've been here all night,

and you still haven't told
us what's bothering you.

I'm fine.

I got a letter today from Aunty Lizzie.

She said Bo is really happy.
That's all I needed to hear.

Mm.

- That's real good, Mamie.
- -Mm-hmm.

My boy, Curtis, just made
it down to Mississippi.

I already told Uncle,

"Make sure he
see Bo tomorrow."

Bo would like that.

Yeah.

It'd be nice for him to
have another friend...

- from the city there with him.
- -Mm-hmm.

Oh, he just doesn't understand

how different things are down there.

Yeah.

Aunty Lizzie said Bo's
been working the fields.

Oh!

I can't imagine Bo in the hot sun

all day pulling some cotton.

No.

But Aunty Lizzie said I raised
one nice, hardworking boy.

- That's my Bo.
- Yes.

Can't believe he's been gone a week.

Gene and I wanna take a trip soon,

but I really wanna go down to Mississippi

and bring my son home.

If Bo could just get his feet back

onto the Chicago soil,
he'd be one happy kid.

I... I don't know
why I said that.

Looks like your little winning streak

is over, Mamie.

Well, look at that.

You wanna play one more hand?

Sure.

But you deal this time.

Absolutely. You
still gonna lose.

These cards, girl.

A grand jury has declined

to indict the suspect

for the murder of Reverend
George Washington Lee,

a Mississippi Negro man
killed while driving his car.

Lee lead the Belzoni, Mississippi NAACP

in his efforts to register
hundreds of Negroes

to vote for the first time.

Pappa, you and Mama ain't asleep?

Mm.

How can we sleep when y'all ain't home yet?

What'd you boys get into tonight?

Nothing much, Daddy.
Just taking Bobo around.

Mm.

All right. Night,
Ma. Night, Pa.

- Good night.
- Night night.

Good night.

Bobo!

We leaving early tomorrow

to mail that letter out
to your mama, you hear?

Okay. Good night.

Good night.

That was close.

After having registered dozens of Negroes

to vote in the local runoff election.

No charges have been made.

Preacher!

Preacher!

Who is it?

It's Mr. Bryant.

I wanna talk to you about that boy.

Sir?

I want that boy

who did the talking down in Money.

Talking, sir? What talking?

Open up this door, Preacher!

Bobo!

You better open up this door, Preacher!

Bobo! Wake up!

Leave me alone.

Get up! Someone's come!

You know who I'm talking about!

So what?

They've come for you!

I don't know.

Who's come?

I don't know what
you mean, Mr. Bryant.

You got that boy from Chicago.

You that big mouth nigger?

Who are you?

Get your clothes on.

Mr. Bryant, you
ain't got to do this.

He just a young boy.

Better shut them eyes.

- Oh!
- Simmy!

You don't need no goddamn socks, boy.

I... I don't wear
shoes without socks.

Don't talk back to them!

We just gonna teach him a lesson.

Stay right here, Simmy!

- Please!
- Move!

- Don't take him!
- Move!

I'll whup him if he's done something wrong!

We'll give you money.

Watch out.

We don't need no money!

Please!

The boy ain't got good sense.

He's gonna learn!

But, Mr. Bryant!

What'd you say to my brother?

All right. Get up.

Carolyn!

Is this the right nigger?

That's the one.

All right.

Get off me.

Shut up, boy! Shut up.

All right.

Look at me, boy!

Hold him down!

Watch it, now!

Shut your mouth!

Come on. Get up! Get up!

Hold him up!

Hello?

Get out of the way, Gene!
I gotta get to Money!

Money? Money? Mamie,
what's going on?

They took Bo!

- Who took Bo?
- I...

Preacher told me two men
came and got Bo last night.

I couldn't hear anything else after that.

- I gotta find Bo!
- Mamie! Mamie! Mamie!

Mamie, let's go inside, call your mama,

try and get in touch with
Preacher and Aunty Lizzie

for more information, okay?

Come on. Come on.

We give you all the glory, Lord.

- Glory to God.
- Yes.

Glory to God. Yes,
Lord. Glory to God.

- Yes.
- Mm-hmm.

He's going to bring him back to you, baby.

Yes, ma'am.

Alma.

Thank you.

Mamie.

Alma.

You weren't going to tell me?

I called your wife.

No matter the differences
between me and your mother,

I'm still your father.

Mamie,

we're gonna find Bo.

- Mm.
- Sit down.

I brought your cousin along to help us.

Do you remember
Rayfield? Rayfield Mooty.

Came by the house a lot when you was a kid.

He works with some powerful Negro people

who can help us find Bo.

It's been a long time, ma'am.

- Nice to see you again.
- Mm.

Mamie.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Thank you for
coming, Mr. Mooty.

I've, uh...

I've been in touch
with Mr. William Huff,

counsel for the NAACP
chapter here in Chicago.

He wants to meet with you
first thing tomorrow morning.

I've included the address to his office.

Here.

He has political connections

throughout the state of Mississippi.

And he's in regular
contact with Mayor Daley,

Congressman Dawson, and Governor Stratton.

I do know the NAACP,

and it sounds like he
knows the right people

who can help me find Bo.

Well, I'll meet you
in Mr. Huff's office

tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m.

- Thanks, Ray.
- Mm-hmm.

I will see you soon.

Hey.

♪ At last the leader
turned around and said ♪

♪ Listen, Pops, you
had better stop ♪

♪ Oh, there you go,
you did it again ♪

♪ You just beeped when
you should have bopped ♪

It's on your calendar,

and you have the meeting right after that.

Morning!

Hi, John. How are you today?

Mr. Huff, this
is Mrs. Bradley.

Thank you for meeting
with us, Mr. Huff.

- And Mr. Mobley.
- Yes, thank you.

I have great respect for your cousin.

His work with the United
Steelworkers has helped

to make it one of the
strongest Negro unions.

- I didn't know that.
- Mm-hmm.

Are you employed?

I work for the Air Force.

She's the only Negro woman in the office.

Mrs. Bradley.

You two aren't married?

Um...

No.

Not yet, anyway.

Where's Emmett's father?

Louis Till died overseas
about 10 years ago.

Uh, during the war.

And Mr. Bradley?

You have a lot of
questions for me, Mr. Huff.

And none of them seem to have
anything to do with my son.

I've been briefed on your case.

Bo is not a case.

I've drafted two telegrams to send.

One to Governor White in Mississippi.

The other to Governor Stratton,

here in Illinois.

It's important they know about Emmett.

We're currently investigating the murders

of Lamar Smith and Reverend Lee.

They did a lot of work getting
Negroes registered to vote.

Because of what happened to them,

the Negro press in Mississippi

started to write about Emmett's kidnapping,

but it's not creating
enough pressure needed

to force them into a state-wide search.

Now, as your counsel,

I'd like to utilize all of
the press here in Chicago.

It's more likely to get picked up

by other cities that way.

You're gonna have to talk to reporters,

speak in front of cameras.

So... we like to make sure

that the person who's telling
the story is in public favor.

It's better that I ask you questions now

than some reporter finding something later.

The reverend and Mr. Lee,

I heard they were killed right
before Bo got down there.

Mamie...

I know these Citizen Councils
are everywhere in Mississippi.

You think they had a part in any of it?

When the message to White people

is to stop Negroes from
voting or advancing,

by any means short of violence,

it's only a matter of time

before someone doesn't stop short of it.

Let's just focus on finding Bo.

Why do you call him "Bo"?

When I was carrying him,

my mama's friend would bring him gifts

all the time, and say,

"Here's another one
for little Bobo."

After he was born, it just stuck.

He was a perfect baby.

Born breech, and had his
share of problems, but...

he was a perfect baby.

Hi, we live across the street

and read about what happened to Emmett.

Everybody in the neighborhood
knows that sweet little boy.

But maybe somebody will read the paper,

and they'll know Bo's ours.

I don't care what anyone thinks Bo did

or did not do in that store.

They took my child, and I need him back.

Hello? Mr. Huff!

Yes, yes, yes. I'll get Mamie.

Sounds like he has good news.

Mr. Huff?

He wrote back?

The governor wants
to talk to Mr. Huff

about what happened to Bo.

Thank you.

Thank you for the
update, Mr. Huff.

Okay. I'll be in touch.

A reporter called me.

He didn't wanna tell you himself.

Bo's body was found in a river.

Preacher just identified
him to the sheriff.

He... He recognized the
ring Bo was wearing.

I'm so sorry, Mamie.

He's...

He's dead.

This is a breaking news bulletin.

We interrupt this broadcast

to report a breaking news story.

The body of Emmett Louis
Till has been found dead

in the Tallahatchie River
near Money, Mississippi.

Till, a Negro boy from
Chicago, was kidnapped

while visiting relatives
in Money, Mississippi.

Again, that breaking news.

The body of Emmett Louis Till
has been found in Mississippi.

We'll have details ahead...

and J.W. Milam

were already in police custody

after admitting to the kidnapping,

but they now face possible indictment

for the murder of Till.

We have proved by two or three witnesses

that the body found in Tallahatchie River

was that of Emmett Till.

We proved that the body had the ring...

this lynching

that the state of Mississippi has decided

to maintain this White supremacy

by murdering children.

Look, it was because he was a boy,

that's why they went there.

They had to prove that they were superior.

They had to prove it

by taking away a 14-year-old boy.

Mamie, you need to eat something.

The killers of the boy
felt free to lynch him

because there is,

in the entire state...

no restraining influence of decency.

Hate.

It's like a virus in the blood

of the Mississippians.

They can't help it.

That was Roy Wilkins...

the executive director of the NAACP...

You mind if I speak with Mamie?

Giving his reaction to the recent killing

of 14-year-old Negro boy, Emmett Till.

Burial preparations by local sheriffs

have already started being made

in Tallahatchie County, Mississippi,

where Till's body was found.

Mamie?

Negro leaders are calling

on local and federal officials

to investigate the murder,
and to indict J.W. Milam...

Uh...

- My sincere condolences...
- Stop.

I can't.

I need Bo's body sent back here.

I can't have him buried in Mississippi.

Mississippi won't make that deal with you.

Then make them.

I'm sure Mr. Huff
can get Mayor Daley

or the governor to talk to somebody.

Those people in Mississippi

are trying to dump Bo in the ground

like he's just another body.

He is my baby.

I need to see him.

I'll speak with Mr. Huff.

Thank you.

You know...

Mamie, you have the public's
attention right now.

And, uh,

it would be in a politician's best interest

to help you during an election year.

There's an opportunity in that.

Uh...

Some organizers and executive
members of the NAACP

have been speaking with
the justice department

about creating legislation

that would make lynching a federal crime.

What happened to Reverend
Lee was a lynching.

Lamar Smith. A lynching.

- Emmett...
- I...

uh...

We have an opportunity

to use this moment to help
us pass this legislation.

Might even help you get an indictment.

Maybe even a conviction.

I can't think about that right now.

I just need Bo's body sent back here.

Well, the public's paying
attention right now, Mamie.

See, this doesn't just
have to be about Emmett.

Mr. Mooty, my son is dead!

Make sure Mr. Huff
handles this today.

Yes, ma'am.

Rayfield's ready to take
us to the train station.

I, uh, got you a wheelchair.

You know, just in case.

I don't want you falling down.

Preacher called again.

He keeps trying to apologize to you, Mamie.

Aunty Lizzie's coming up here.

He has to stay behind to
finish working the fields

and talk to the prosecutor.

I keep asking myself...

"Why is this happening?

"Why did he take my child from me?

"What am I supposed
to do now?"

Yeah. I have to say
goodbye to Mama.

Mama.

I'm the one who told him to go down there.

I wanted him to go down there.

I told him to go down.

I told him to go down there.

All right. Get that.

Oh, my God!

My boy!

My boy! My only child!

My only boy!

Oh, my Lord! Get
him out of that box!

Get him out of the box!

Get him out of the
box! He can't breathe!

He can't breathe. My Lord!

Oh, Lord, have mercy!

Help me!

Oh, my God!

Oh, Lord, have mercy!

Show me what you want me to do.

Oh, Lord, show me what you want me to do

and make me able to do it!

My Lord!

I need to prepare you.

Remove the sheet.

Oh, God.

Everyone, leave us.

How long will it take you

to turn the body over to us?

Figure out the next step.

Talk to the church.

Gene, can you go back to my place

and bring back Emmett's black suit?

The one he wore last Christmas.

Mama can tell you exactly where it is.

And make sure to get my black dress

that Bo would approve of.

And his matching tie.

Emmett loved this suit.

It's how he'd like to be seen.

Seen?

Mamie, Bo's in no kind of
shape to be seen by anybody.

No, he's in just the right shape.

The whole world has to see
what happened to my son.

Mrs. Bradley, can I at
least fix him up a bit?

Just to make him more...

No one's going to believe what I just saw.

No.

They have to see it for themselves.

Ms. Bradley, what
would you like to say

to the men who did this?

What's that smell?

That smell is my son's body.

He came home to me
reeking of racial hatred.

His face was bludgeoned.

His teeth are gone.

He was shot in the head.

And now I want America to bear witness.

Come with me, please.

Right here, Ms. Bradley.

Ms. Bradley, right here.

Do you have a message for the perpetrators?

Will there be a
service, Ms. Bradley?

Gene, please come be with me.

News of an open-casket funeral

for the slain 14-year-old Emmett Till

has spread throughout the country.

Many people were in shock
over the brutal slaying

and couldn't believe something like this

could happen to a child.

My heart goes out to
her. I'm a mother too.

It could be any one of us.

The right thing is to show
America, and the world,

exactly what happened.

We know the boy was killed,

but you're making a
freak show of his death.

I think she brave.

Can't we just grieve in peace?

This stuff ain't gonna stop till we see it.

I support her.

It is my opinion that the guilt begins

with Mrs. Bryant...

and I wanna see Mrs.
Bryant punished,

those two men punished,

and any other persons who
were in on this thing.

The pressure should start

from the president of the United States,

all the way down to the township

of Money, Mississippi.

I won't rest until that happens,

even if I have to go to
Money, Mississippi myself.

Do you have any evidence

bearing on this case?

I do know that this is my son.

You're not just my Bo anymore.

Mamie...

Aunty Lizzie.

Simmy and Maurice stayed
back with their daddy.

It was probably too much.

I'm so sorry.

When those men came, I tried.

We all tried.

I ain't going back, Mamie.

I packed my stuff up,

and I'm staying here for good.

Preacher and the boys will join me.

I can't look, Mamie.

We have to.

♪ When peace like a river ♪

I'm sorry, Ms. Mamie.

♪ Attendeth my way ♪

Bo... Bo.

♪ When sorrows like sea ♪

♪ Billows roll ♪

♪ Whatever my lot ♪

♪ Thou hast taught me to say ♪

♪ It is well ♪

♪ It is well ♪

♪ With my soul ♪

♪ It is well ♪

♪ It is well ♪

♪ With my soul ♪

♪ With my soul ♪

♪ It is well ♪

♪ It is well ♪

♪ With my soul ♪

It is well

It is well

With my soul

With my soul

It is well

It is well

With my soul

My child is dead,

and she is going to be fine.

Carolyn Bryant is going to be fine.

You know, to get a murder indictment

on two White men in
Mississippi is not easy.

You did that, Mamie.

Now...

Their defense...

is going to try to create doubt

about the body being Emmett's.

There's no body, there's
no murder conviction,

and Bryant and Milam will
only face kidnapping charges.

You know your child better than anyone.

You saw the body soon after.

There is no testimony like a mother's.

Aren't we going to your mama's tonight?

I need to go to Mississippi for the trial.

I can testify that it was
Bo's body found in the river.

When do you want us to go?

Gene, I have to go without you.

- What?
- Mr. Mooty has arranged for me to meet some people

- down there.
- If you're going to Mississippi,

- I'm going with you.
- Mr. Huff and Mr. Mooty

don't think that's a good idea,

- and I agree with them.
- I don't care what they think!

They keep telling us

what to do and who you can talk to.

And I go along with it
because I lost Bo too.

I would do anything for him.

You tell me, Mamie.

How is risking your life gonna help Bo?

This is what they're
writing about me down there.

They're making me out to
be some kind of jezebel.

Two reporters called to ask

about my ex-husbands and about you.

Mr. Huff was right.

I'm on trial like the people who killed Bo.

Jurors will be watching me,
and reading these stories

when they decide if the men
who murdered my son go free.

I have to protect my image

if it can help get justice for Bo.

I should be going with you, Mamie.

I need you to be there for me
in a different way right now.

You're not gonna change your mind?

You know me well enough

to answer that question for yourself.

Not since the Tallahatchie River flooded

some 20 or 30 years ago

that the townspeople had more
to talk about than this trial.

I can't understand how a civilized mother

could put a dead body of
her child on public display!

I think that this is a result of the NAACP

trying to make something big...

out of just an ordinary

criminal affair in Mississippi.

You're not going.

Mamie, it's too dangerous

for you to go down to
Mississippi right now.

I heard the sheriffs are passing along

Negro license plate numbers
to the Klan members.

Mr. Huff and Mr. Mooty
already have plans

for me to safely travel.

I'll fly to Memphis first.

And then, some people from the NAACP

are going to drive me to Clarksdale.

And then, their field
secretary will pick me up

and drive me to someone's house

in a place called Mound Bayou.

You want to go alone?

I'm trying to be strong for Bo.

What are you gonna do down there?

Something you can't.

If my testimony can help in any way,

I have to go.

I have to be there for my child.

And what about my child?

I'm goin' with ya.

I know this is not what we agreed on,

but it's better for me
to go down there with her

than for her to be there alone.

You don't have to worry.
I'mma be there with you.

I promise.

I don't only need you
when I'm broken, Daddy.

I am goin' with you.

Thank you.

Mama, I know you don't agree...

No.

But I know you have to do it.

♪ One a-these mornings ♪

♪ Soon one morning ♪

♪ I'm gonna lay down my cross ♪

♪ Get me a crown ♪

Mound Bayou has been
here for over 70 years.

It's a all-Negro town.

We run all our own businesses
and all our own schools.

All the Negroes attending the trial

will be staying here.

This is the safest place for 'em.

Dr. Howard created
the Regional Council

for Negro Leadership here in Mound Bayou.

He's also the chief surgeon
at the Taborian Hospital.

He built a lot of businesses here,

including a really successful
life insurance company.

That's how I met him.

He gave me my first job.

♪ Going home one day
and tell my story ♪

♪ I've been coming over
hills and mountain ♪

♪ Gonna drink from the
Christian fountain ♪

♪ Your know all of God's sons
and daughters that morning ♪

♪ Will drink that
ole healing water ♪

♪ And we gonna live... ♪

Thank you for driving
us, Mr. Evers.

Please, ma'am, call me Medgar.

Mrs. Bradley?

Those pictures of your
son in the magazine...

changed people's lives.

My wife, she's here with our son.

And we're both helping with some of

the investigation work for the trial.

Now, I promise you...

we are doing everything we can

to get some sort of
justice for Emmett Till.

We call Dr. Howard's house
"The Black Command Center."

Reporters from all the colored press

work out of here during the trial.

They also help with some of

the investigation work for the trial.

And what kind of investigation
y'all are gonna be doing?

We're looking for witnesses

who'll be brave enough to come to trial.

- Right here.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

This here is, uh, Ms. Murdock.

Ms. Bradley.

Ms. Turner. Mr. Booker.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

This here is my son, Darrell.

And my wife, Myrlie.

It's an honor to meet
you, Mrs. Bradley.

Mr. Carthan.

Hey, you don't mind?

Over here is Amzie Moore.

He's the president

of the Regional Council
for Negro Leadership.

And I am Dr. Theodore Howard.

Welcome to Mound
Bayou, Mrs. Bradley.

- Mr. Carthan.
- Sir.

Let me just say that we are so...

honored to have you here with us.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Now, what are you drinking?

Not a lot of people would use

their money the way you do.

Well, we need money

for the freedom fight that we're in now.

We need money...

to protect Negroes who are...

simply trying to exercise

their constitutional right to vote,

to speak at trial.

I had a really good life in Chicago

before they took Bo from me.

I never thought much about the world

outside of just me and Bo,

my job, my family, my friends.

Mrs. Bradley, have
you thought about, um,

what you're going to do after the trial?

After the trial?

I'm sure you've considered

continuing your work with the NAACP.

Or with our Regional Council, right here.

Your story... speaks to
the urgency of Negro rights

more than anything this
country has ever heard.

I've been sharing my story

because I want those two men
to pay for what they did.

And I do too.

But I do not believe that
justice will be rendered

by 12 jurors who look exactly like

the two so-called men who are on trial.

And our fight, and your story,

must continue and will not
end with one single verdict.

Mrs. Bradley.

That's the mother!

Come on, get out the way.

Mrs. Bradley,
why are you here?

- Ms. Bradley.
- Ms. Bradley!

Come on, say something!

- Will you testify?
- Come on!

- You gotta give us something.
- Mrs. Bradley.

Mamie?

It's all right, Daddy.

I am here to confirm...

What's wrong with you?

Let's get inside. Come on.

No.

How dare you?

It's all right, Mamie.

Go on!

Amzie.

Mrs. Bradley, I'd like
you to meet Ruby Hurley.

She's also a part of our team.

It's truly an honor to
meet you, Mrs. Bradley.

Thank you.

Thank you, it's a pleasure to meet you.

My pleasure.

- We'll be with you, ma'am.
- Thank you.

- Right this way.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome, of course.

Hello, niggers!

I got about eight seats down there

for you and your nigger reporters.

Rest of you can stand.

You Mamie?

What's this?

That's a damn summons.

I thought you uppity niggers could read.

Mamie? Don't let
him get to you.

Come on, now.

Ah, there's James Hicks.

We can go and sit with him
and the other reporters.

Have you spoke with the prosecution team?

Only once before, on the phone.

It was brief.

Hopefully, this won't take
too long. Get together later.

- Mr. Smith.
- Yes.

Mrs. Bradley.

Mamie.

- Hmm.
- Come on.

All rise!

The Honorable Judge
Curtis Swango presiding.

Please be seated.

There will be no pictures taken

during court proceedings.

Bailiff, have the jurors
come in and take a seat.

Also, get me a Coke
sometime. All right?

Your Honor, the State has just learned

of the existence of another witness

to the murder of Emmett Till.

The State requests a recess

in order to gather the witness.

Objection, Your Honor!

Your Honor, this will only
delay proceedings. Come on.

Hmm.

Objection overruled.

It seems like a reasonable request.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I'll give you till tomorrow morning

to find your witness.

The court will have a recess.

We will resume at 9:00
a.m. tomorrow morning.

Court dismissed!

Medgar, take me to Money.

All right. Okay.

That's where it happened?

Yes, ma'am.

The shop's been closed
since the day of the arrest.

Most of the patrons were Negroes.

Your mama tells me you're
all moving up north

after the trial.

Daddy says it's not gonna be safe.

Thank you.

We're sorry, ma'am.

We're so sorry.

You all didn't know this
was going to happen.

Come here.

It's okay.

Hmm.

Where's your daddy?

You gonna sit?

I saw your boys.

Was probably hard for them to see you.

You gonna sit?

Did you have a shotgun in your house

the night they took Bo?

I've been wanting to explain
to you what happened.

You told me that part.

White men came knocking

- on my door, Mamie.
- I know that part.

They had a gun.

You have a gun!

How long did you stand there doing nothing

while they took my child?

If I'd have shot them,

they would've killed all of mine!

It'd be hunting season
for every Negro in Money!

We have to live here, Mamie.

Bobo was with my boys

when he went to talk to some White woman.

You understand what that mean down here?

Don't you dare blame Bo
for what happened to him!

I don't blame him!

I had to make a choice that night.

In a moment, I had to choose.

And you chose yours over mine.

It wasn't just two White
men with a gun that night.

It was every White man who'd
rather see a Negro dead

than breathin' the same air as him.

Every sheriff, every judge in this town

was at my door that night.

I was facin' a lot more
than two men with a gun.

He was my only child.

I know.

That's why you're moving after the trial...

because you're going to testify?

No Negro in Money has ever
spoken against a White man...

and lived.

That's the house.

If he runs, make sure he doesn't get away.

Amzie, right here.

Hey! Not so loud.

You'll scare him off.

We told you to leave Willie alone.

Let's have a conversation inside.

He didn't see nothin'!

Come out or we're comin' in.

You gonna get the boy killed.

Hey! Hey!

Come on, come on!

We need to keep him here

just in case he runs off again.

I ain't gonna run.

I'll tell 'em what I saw that night.

And what about your grandparents?

Would you say that they heard

some sounds comin' out the barn too?

No, no, I promised them I was
gonna keep them out of it.

We're gonna finance security

for your entire family after they testify,

so don't you worry none, son.

All right?

His name is Willie Reed,

a field hand for
J.W.'s brother.

He's a witness who lives on the farm

not too far from where he saw

J.W. and Roy Bryant

and several other men take Emmett.

Now, Willie's family also
works for the Milams,

so they also heard a
lot of noise that night.

There were other men?

It pains me to have to tell you this,

but there were some colored
men that were involved.

Colored men did this to my boy?

Well, they work for Milam and Bryant,

and found out Bryant had
'em paid to skip town.

What...

I can fix that for you.

It means a lot,

what you're doing.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's the right thing to do.

Go ahead and put these on.

It's difficult for me to fall asleep

before Medgar gets home.

I've wanted to meet you.

What you did with those photographs...

What you're doin' now, it's, um...

It's nothing a mother
wouldn't do for her child.

Hmm.

How old's your son?

Two.

We almost didn't take him and his sister

with us from Jackson, but I...

I'm trying to keep the family together

as much as possible these days.

I'm sure you heard about what happened

to our friends Lamar
Smith and Reverend Lee.

Yes, I have.

Medgar and I worked closely with 'em.

We did good work.

We got a lot of Negroes registered to vote

for the first time in Mississippi,

and that created the biggest
targets on our backs.

I, um...

I believe in the work
we're doin' for our people.

I do.

But I don't want my children
to have to live in fear.

I have enough fear for all of us

every time I wait for Medgar to get home.

Emmett just wanted to go on vacation

and have fun with his cousins.

He never thought anything
would happen to him.

He knew how different
things were down here,

but I never raised him to
have any fear growing up.

I wanted him to be a boy.

And to not have his childhood
taken away from him.

But it happened anyway.

We do the best we can.

Do you know Mr. Bryant?

He owns the meat market.

Hmm.

Then you know
Mr. Milam, do ya?

Not by name.

But I know him.

How do you know him?

He showed up at my door,

standing there with a
flashlight in one hand

and a pistol in the other.

And what happened next?

He held my family at gunpoint.

Then he dragged my nephew
from my home and drove off.

Sambo!

And would you

Would you recognize Mr. Milam
were you to see him again?

Yes, sir.

I would.

There he is.

The State rests.

The witness can leave now.

The court will have a recess.

What did you think you heard?

I heard loud hollering and licks

comin' from that shed.

Sounded like a boy.

I saw, uh...

J.W. Milam.

Saw a green truck with a white top.

As they drove off,

there was, uh. Two
White men in the cab

and three colored men in the back.

They was all sitting next to a body.

Are you sure that's what you heard?

Yes, sir.

Huh. If that's what you heard,

why not yell out, or call "Help"?

I...

I...

I couldn't.

No further questions.

You can leave now.

Did you certify that the body found

was Emmett Till?

No, I did not.

I just said it was a dead body.

You couldn't even tell if
the body was White or Black.

Thank you, Sheriff Strider.

You are excused.

You want my honest opinion?

I think the boy's mammy and the NAACP

plotted this whole thing.

Thank you, Sheriff Strider.

That boy's still alive somewhere.

Mamie...

Did you have a son who, in his lifetime,

was known as Emmett Till?

Yes, sir.

How old was he?

Fourteen years of age.

Is his father living today?

No, sir.

He died in service.

Oh. Uh, when your husband,

the father of Emmett
Till, was killed overseas,

were his belongings sent to you?

Yes, sir.

I now hand you

a ring that has engraved on it,

May 25th, 1943,

with the large initials L.T.

Was that among the items
that were sent to you?

Yes, sir.

And is that the ring

that Emmett came down
here to Mississippi with?

Yes, sir.

Mamie, I wish you would state to the court,

and to the jury,

whether you could identify the body

that you saw down there in the funeral home

as that of your son, Emmett Till.

I could.

It's hard to describe what a mother knows.

Please.

The first thing I noticed
when I became a mother

was that my hands were busy.

All the time.

Rocking, carrying, swaying, always full.

One hand for him,

and one hand for what he needed.

When it came time to place him down

so he could make his own way around,

I touched every inch of him.

Every bend.

My hand knew him with my eyes closed.

Just like I'd know his laughter

in a crowded room.

It's the same thing when
you know all of someone.

I started by laying my hands on a foot.

And then

found his knees.

I remembered him...

as my fingers traced his hairline,

and bumped over the crease of his eyelid.

He was spoiled and puffed,

but these were the same parts

of a boy I'd nurtured and loved.

Nothing and no one could hide him from me.

A mother knows.

Your mother would know.

And I knew.

I knew this was my
boy. Emmett Till.

Beyond any doubt.

Thank you. Uh...

Thank you, Mrs. Bradley.

I believe that's all any of
us would ever need to hear.

Mamie?

Do you happen to remember

the date Emmett Till's father died?

Yes, sir. July the 2nd, 1945.

Where was he when he died?

In Europe.

Did you have an insurance
policy on Emmett Till?

Um...

Yes, sir.

How much was it for?

I had a 10-cent and 15-cent policy,

two weekly policies, and they equaled $400.

$400?

Now, to whom were those policies payable?

Uh, we object to that, Your Honor.

Objection overruled.

The witness will answer the question.

I was the beneficiary on one,

and my mother was on the other.

He ever cause

or get in any trouble in Chicago?

No more than any other boy.

Did he attend a reform school?

What for?

No.

You've been quoted in the colored press,

"I told him several times
before he left for Mississippi

"that he should kneel in the street

"and beg for forgiveness

"should he ever insult
a White person."

Not those exact words.

Did you caution him not
to insult White women?

I referred to White people in general.

Did you caution your son

how to conduct himself and behave himself

while he was down here in Mississippi?

Several times.

Several times! Do tell us how.

I will give you a literal description

of what I told him.

How coming down here,

he would have to adapt himself
to a different way of life.

Be very careful about how he spoke,

and to whom he spoke,

and to always remember to say,
"Yes, sir" and "No, ma'am."

I told him that if ever
an incident should arise

where there would be any trouble

of any kind with White people,

that if it got to the point where he needed

to go down on his knees before them,

well, I told him not to hesitate to do so.

Like if he bumped into
somebody on the street

and they might get
belligerent or something.

Well, I told him to go
ahead and humble himself

so as not to get into
any trouble! But...

But what?

Well, I raised him with love for 14 years.

My sudden warnings about hate
weren't going to get through.

I now show you what purports to be

a photograph of your son.

This was taken in my home
two days after Christmas.

Now, tell the court and
the jury what this is.

This picture is of my son

after Mississippi sent
him back to Chicago, dead.

No further questions.

And for the prosecution?

State rests.

Court will have a recess.

They...

They killed my son again.

Hmm.

Will the jury please
retire to the jury room?

The testimony being offered here today

of a prior incident at the store in Money

is irrelevant.

Your Honor,

may we still continue the testimony

on account of the record?

Uh, Your Honor...

Sit down.

Now, I see no harm
in letting Ms. Bryant

share her side of things if she wants to.

Hell, everybody else has.

You think you can handle that, dear?

Mrs. Bryant,

was anyone in the store with you

on Wednesday night, 24th
day of August, 1955?

I was alone.

But the children were in the back.

In the living quarters.

And what time of day was it?

After dark.

Alone.

At nighttime with your children.

Well, you just tell the
court what happened next.

This nigger man came into the store

and stood by the candy case.

And you?

I was behind the counter.

I asked the man what he wanted.

And then did you get him the merchandise?

Yes.

And then what did you do?

I held out my hand for the money.

Will you show the court

how you held your hand out?

Like this.

And did he give you the money?

No, he caught my hand.

Will you show the court

just how he grasped your hand?

And was that a strong grip or a light grip

that he had when he held your hand?

A strong grip.

Will you show the court what you did?

How did you get loose?

I jerked it loose like this.

Now, just what did he say
when he grabbed your hand?

- "How about a date, baby?"
- Hmm.

Now, you freed yourself.

And what happened then?

I turned to the back of the store.

And he went on his way?

No.

He came after me.

He caught me down by the cash register.

Mrs. Bryant, can you
demonstrate for the court?

Yes.

All right, now.

Grabbed your hands, pinned
them behind your back?

Yes.

His right hand on your right hip?

Here.

Just what did he say?

He said, "You needn't be afraid of me.

"I've been with
White women before."

And what happened then?

Then another nigger came in the door...

I'm ready to go.

You want me to come and get you

when they read a verdict?

No. I'm ready to leave
Mississippi. Now.

What about the verdict?

I know what the verdict is.

After deliberating for about an hour,

the jury has just come back with a verdict

of "not guilty."

Thus the defendants Milam
and Bryant are free men.

They celebrated their victory

laughing and smiling with
their wives at their side,

clearly happy...

Her story has changed the world.

Because she had the courage
to make it not just her own,

but all of ours.

Mamie, it is an honor to
share the stage with you.

To share this fight with you.

Yes, yes!

Please welcome Mrs.
Mamie Till-Bradley.

This is just the beginning.

I would like to give honor to God,

who is the source of my strength

and the reason for my being.

I thank you, Mr. Mooty
and the NAACP,

for inviting me to speak before you all

in Harlem, New York City.

Yes.

My son's brutalized body meant nothing

to Mississippi's criminal justice system.

And while they blamed the victim, as usual,

the federal government stood idly by.

If this country fails to protect

the Black body from hate,

America has yet to meet her promise.

Amen!

Either freedom for
everyone, or freedom fails!

One month ago, I had a
nice apartment in Chicago.

I had a good job. I had a son.

When something happened to
the Negroes in the South,

I said, "Well, that's
their business. Not mine."

Now I know how wrong I was.

The lynching of my son has shown me

that what happens to any of us,

anywhere in the world,

had better be the business of us all.

I hear ya, sister!

That's right.

Tell it like it is!

I heard that!

Yes! Yes!