All language subtitles for Rosewood.1997.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX].en

Good morning.

Good morning, Sylvester.

Morning, Mama.

Good morning, Gertie.

Good morning, Aunt Sarah.

Don't run...

with them eggs, Arnett.

Big Baby?

Big Baby?

Madam, Miss White?

Big Baby, come...

over here, please.

Morning, Miss White.

Morning. Would you run this
over to Mr Wright at the store?

Yes, madam, Miss White.

Big Baby...

Madam?

The name is Wright.

Yes, madam.

Mr Wright, got your breakfast.

Mr Wright.

Oh, Mr Wright.

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.

A nice day, ain't it?

You all get on now.

That'll be two pennies, please.

Thank you.

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.

There you are.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Here you go, Mama.
- All right.

All aboard.

Shoot.

Shoot, for Christ sake.

You little mullet.

What, are you an Audubon
fella? You 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.

Damn Seminole.

Listen here.

Don't want you around that
coloured 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 crying?

I ain't crying.

You'll be a man soon.
I'll get you there.

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.

You see him, don't shoot him.

Bring him to me.

All right. Yes, sir.

I say shoot him.

Drive.

Aunt Sarah.

Sheriff.

Morning.

Morning.

I got a surprise for you.

- I wonder what it is.
- 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.

Damn.

Morning, Sarah.

Morning, Mr Taylor.

Floors need scrubbing, Aunt Sarah.

Relax, child. We already done
scrubbed all the cypress...

out of these old boards.

Watch out.

Excuse me, Mr Taylor.

Goddamn.

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.

Bye, Emmett.

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...

"Please let me go.

"So Dark Pony whoaed...

"and Naughty hopped on his back...

"and away they went.

"They went galloping..."

- Who's that?
- I don't know.

Hey, Cousin Scrappie.

Mr Carter.

You got yourself a customer.

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 working for Miss Fanny Taylor.

She paying you to
follow me around?

Can I help you, mister?

Horse threw a shoe.
Need all four done.

Hell, can't get to
it till tomorrow.

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 three.

Three dollars?

Oh, now, Mr Wright,
that ain't fair.

I know I owes you a lots,
but I'm a regular customer.

One dollar.

Thank you, Mr Wright.

You better stop drinking, Lemuel,

before I own... your house.

Free of charge.

Go see after your father.

Thank you, Mr Wright.

Future customer.

Sorry, I don't extend
credit to strangers.

You own that plot of
land across the way?

I will...

this time tomorrow.

Look at this, all these
melons, no good.

Spoiled. Hog food now.

Jewel, darling, 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.

Morning, teacher, madam.

I wonder if you can tell me...

where a man can find
hisself a good meal?

You all go inside.

Well, my name ain't "teacher,
madam." 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 Rattler, Mr Mann.

He a deer dog.

He help me hunt,

because he can get real
quiet, know what I mean?

All right, come on, boy.

This way now. This way.

So, what, what you
selling now, Mr Mann?

What makes you think I'm
selling something, Mr Carrier?

Well, I figure a coloured fellow
with nowhere particular to be,

that man be selling something...

or he running.

Well...

you figure wrong...

friend.

Come on inside.

Hey, Gertie, got some good news.

Mr Mann here ain't
selling nothing.

Turn that music down.

My husband got a suspicious mind.

Oh, yes, I do.

He's sweet on you.

Scrappie, come over here and
help me with this bird.

Must be New Year's.

Yes, sir. Come on in, Mr Mann.

Evening, Mr Mann.

Madam.

Thank you.

This is my brother James,

his wife Emma, and
their daughter Jewel.

Be quiet.

Scrappie, show the man a seat.

You can sit here.

Thank you.

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.

What?

Yeah, that's right.

I went over there and
gave him some words.

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 feeling
scared around nobody.

That a threat?

Ain't no threat needed.

I'm just saying I don't
mess with your peoples,

I don't want you
messing with mines.

Now, I thank you very kindly, sir.

Sylvester, you can't talk
to white folks like that...

and not expect a rope
around your neck.

Look, times is changing, Mama.

Now, I ain't no sharecropper.

I'm a music teacher.

Times ain't never changed
for no crackers, boy.

Don't you forget they
burned a coloured 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.

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, madam.

I'll do it, Mama. I'll do it.

Thank you for the
bounty of our lives...

and the blessings you've
bestowed on us...

at home and family.

Can I have my yams now?

Who wants ham?

I want some yams.

Scrappie, come eat a
part of the bird...

that went over the fence last.

Well, at least ask him...
all right, all right.

Madam, 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 around here,

make something of hisself.

Ain't that right, Scrappie?

Well, Aunt Sarah think Rosewood
coloured folks' heaven on earth.

Best place these old
eyes ever seen.

Coloured 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 doing better than
them folks over in Sumner.

You ever seen a place
like Rosewood, Mr Mann?

No, madam.

"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."

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."

"Or lose your ears,"
added Thunder.

And that's it. Next
chapter next week.

I'm going up Sumner, buying a
drink 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 minutes?

Best do what your ma says.

She ain't my ma.

Timothy.

What'd you say?

What'd you say, Timothy?

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.

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.

Did you ever consider
how I feel living here?

Why don't you go on
and have that drink?

You be all right alone
here New Year's?

I got Jesus with me.

Go ahead.

There he is.

Gertie looks good.

Watch yourself, there, Carter.

Watch yourself there.

I'm gonna cut a rug.

Cut a rug.

Go on, cut that rug, but
don't cut it too deep.

Come on.

Dance like he's riding Booker T.

Twirl that man, Scrappie.

Listen here, now. You 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.

Sylvester can't do no dancing.

Africa.

Africa.

Nigerian.

My arm. My arm. My arm. My arm.

I got you. I got you.

I brung you some coffee.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I shouldn't have snuck up on you.

You riding out today?

I might be here a couple
more days anyway.

Thinking about looking in on
that piece of land over there.

Bye.

Morning, Mr Mann.

Morning, boy.

Tomorrow's my birthday. You
gonna come to my party?

You gonna have cake?

Yes, sir, chocolate.

Why is she skipping?

Good coffee.

Morning, Mr Mann.

Small town, people talk.

Old hangover remedy.

My granddaddy taught me.

Here's to the new year.

I'm sober now.

I'm sober now.

You got some peaches?

Story going around is you was
over there in the big one.

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 Concord
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 eight 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 running out
of the Black Forest.

We didn't have no
coloureds on the Concord.

Whole ship full of good old boys.

Wouldn't have took to it.

Maybe.

The mortars start flying,
the gas start blowing,

there ain't much colour
in them trenches.

Is that right?

You got them .45s?

.45s. Funny thing about the draft.

I can't understand it. Pull a
coloured 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.

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.

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.

You don't hit me.

Girl...

Get out. Get out.

Get out.

Philomena.

Miz Taylor?

Is you all right, madam?

Go away, Philomena.

But...

Get out.

Get out.

So you fight in the war?

Kill anybody over there?

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,

three 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...

How old you be, Scrappie?

I'm 17.

No man?

- 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 likes it fine.

Mr Wright...

He going to buy it, though.
He buying up everything.

Maybe.

Hey, anybody.

Hey, boy.

Yes, sir.

You a travelling man?

Who asking, sir?

We got 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?

Yes, sir, I do, Mr Andrews.

No, no, boy, I haven't
paid for it yet.

We got to sell it first.

Here. Give it here.
Give it here, boy.

We got 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?

Where's that nigger going
to get that kind of money?

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.

What's the matter, now?

Please help me.

Help me.

What's going on?
Fanny, what happened?

Nigger.

It was a nigger.

What?

He broke in my house,
and he beat me up.

It was a nigger. It was.

Sheriff. Sheriff.

Here comes that boy again.

That would be Emmett.

Sheriff.

Take a breath, boy.

What's the matter?

Your daddy's still
caught on fire again?

Fanny Taylor got herself
beat by a nigra.

Oh, shit.

Damn.

Earl, that scatter gun loaded?

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 coloured man.

What the hell you talking about?

57.50.

$58.

58.50.

$60.

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.

With all due respect, Mr Wright...

if that what you believe, maybe
you should stop bidding.

You gonna let that
nigger beat you, Johnny?

60 goddamn 50.

A nigger raped Fanny Taylor.

Listen up.

We got to call this off for now.

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.

John, Fanny Taylor's
been raped by a nigger.

My deed.

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
neighbour, sir.

Welcome to Levy County, Mr Mann.

Get out of the way.
Come on, back off, now.

Come on, come on, come on.

Jesus, Fanny.

Who raped you?

No, jeez, Ellis, I
sure wasn't raped.

I just got beat.

I was beat badly.

Badly.

He was so big.

He's so black, that boy.

She says she was raped.

Raped and beat.

Shut up, you all. Everybody
go on out of here.

Show's over. You heard me.

Go on home.

Go on.

Come on.

Let's go in the house.

It's ok.

It's all right.

It's ok. Come on. Give her
some breathing space.

Damn.

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 coloured
that done this to you?

Be sure, darling, that
is all I'm saying.

Yes, he was coloured.

He was a nigger, nigger, nigger.

Jesus, angel, what happened?

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.

Hey, what you all doing?

Miss Fanny... Miss Fanny
Taylor, she got raped.

- And beat.
- And she got beat,

and she said it was
a coloured 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.

You acting like you the
leader of this here mob.

I am the leader, and
this ain't no mob.

We got him, boys.

See where they're headed?

You all see where they're headed?

Come on, boy.

Shut up, you all.
They got a scent.

Hush.

Go have a look. You
all go that way.

He ain't done nothing.

What did the boy do?

You 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.

My boy ain't done nothing.

Hey. Here comes old Johnny Wright.

Hello, Johnny.

Hey, Bobby.

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.

That boy raped Fanny Taylor.

Is that right?

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?

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?

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.

You all think this is real funny?

Hey, you would, too, if you was
the one that sold me this rope.

Good point, John.

He's a good boy.

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 coloured 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 seen them
go crazy on that boy.

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.

Sam Carter.

Sam Carter?

What about Sam Carter?

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 waggon.

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.

Carter. Carter.

Hey, Booker T.

Up, boy. Up.

Thank you, Mr Wright.

Sam, what you know about
this Jesse Hunter, boy?

I don't know nothing, Mr Andrews.

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.

Yeah, you do, you damn nigger.

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.

Talk now.

Talk to me, Sam.

Talk to me.

Better say something.

As...

as God is my witness,

I don't know...

Jesse Hunter.

It was that drifter. That
rich nigger from the auction.

That big buck with the
black horse, is that him?

Come on, let him talk.

Damn you.

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?

We going to string you up.

Let's go. Get up.

Let's go. Get up.

If we don't pick up his
trail where you say,

you one dead black son of a bitch.

What you got, Earl?

Nothing, Ellis.

Nothing?

You can kill me...

but you all...

you can't eat me.

You ain't no Seminole, boy.

Duke.

Get back. Get back.

Damn it, Duke.

What'd you do that for?

Goddamn, Duke.

Dumb son of a bitch.

You could've killed me.

He's sure dead.

He ain't dead.

Well, let's clean this mess up.

Hang him up in this
tree over here.

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, you all. Stop it.

A white woman was
beat and raped...

by a coloured boy.

Now, you want to tell her
husband, her children,

that this boy don't
have to pay for that?

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 re-elected?

You want to get re-elected?

- Leave me alone.
- Then leave it be.

I got your watch, Sam Carter.

I got your watch.

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 give that nigger a ride.

A ride?

Sam Carter?

I didn't know.

There's things that I
ought to tell you.

Evening, Mr Taylor.

With all that's going
on and everything,

we thought you 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.

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?

Get a waggon.

Now, me and Mr Mann just cut
Sam Carter out a damn tree.

You all hear me?

Dirty, low-down bastards...

took my boy.

They got my cousin
Aaron over in jail.

There's Sumner behind
this business.

They say it's for
his own protection.

Now how that sound?

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 you all men prepared to
do if they run back here?

Not if, Sylvester. When.

I'm going to shoot.

Come on, sit down now, Big Baby.

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 going 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, coloured 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?

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.

Let him go, Sylvester.

For all we know, he
could have been...

the one that done this thing.

They said it was... they said
it was a stranger anyhow.

You're talking crazy
now, preacher.

I wish you 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?

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
ducking your head running.

What you going to do...

when that mob come down the road?

You going to grab up your
rifle, defend coloured folk?

What you care?

Man does what he has
to. Ain't that right?

Just like a coloured 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?

Nine 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.

You wasn't going to say nothing.

You was just going to leave me?

Three, four 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 coloured 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.

But if I stay, I'm
asking to be hung.

Look 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?

♪ 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 ear...

fingers...

various other parts.

By Jesus, your boys really
got to this one, huh, Ellis?

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, Judge.

Oh, I think I got everything
under control now, Judge.

I hope so.

We ain't talking about...

breaking up fights
on Saturday night.

You can't control your coloured,

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.

All right.

That coloured boy what
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.

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 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 a while.

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.

Board.

Sylvester?

- Go inside the depot, Mama.
- Sylvester.

Mama, it's all right.

Mama, go on.

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 around here.

Now, I was born and
raised in Rosewood.

This here is my home.

And I'll be damned if I let
anybody run me off it.

Now, you can tell them boys that.

Tell them your damn self.

Damn coloured fool.

Go home, Mama.

You're gonna have to
settle your account...

before I can sell you the shells.

Want me to settle the account?

That's right.

All right.

Go home, Jewel.

Girl, you best get
out of this store.

She belongs here. She
belongs right here.

Do you see how you do my cousin?

Get out this store
right now, Jewel. Get.

Can't you listen to nobody?

Sheriff give 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.

They ain't got nothing.

What'd you find?

Snakes and ticks.

Them coloured folks got
to be hiding that nigger.

What time is it, anyway?

Well, let's see...
by old Sam Carter.

Bourbon time.

I'll tell you, boys.

If anybody's hiding Jesse Hunter,

my money's on Sylvester Carrier.

That nigger, he hates
us white folk.

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.

He says.

It wouldn't surprise me if
he was hiding that bastard.

Hey, Judge.

I tell you, Duke.

Can I get that bottle?

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear arnett ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Go ahead now, make a wish.

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.

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
on out here with you.

Yeah, that's right. Bring
that boy with you.

Jesse and Sylvester are
probably sitting up in there.

Shut up that damn dog.

Sitting up there now
eating pork chops.

Laughing at us all.

Goddamn, 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 the boy
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.

All right. I'm gonna
go get the guns, Mama.

You stay out the window.

No, Sylvester.

Mama, just stay out the window.

You all children get
down right now.

Get down under the
table right now.

Scrappie, Gertie, you
keep these kids down.

Big Baby, get down. Get down.

We don't want to talk to you.
We want to talk to your boy.

Boys, why don't you
all go on 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 you 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 men know
that that man was white.

Who fired that shot?

You tell me right now.

I told you no more shooting.

Didn't I tell you that?

Aunt Sarah.

Poly, get back here.

Shut up, Walker.

Quit squealing like a stuck pig.

I'll take this boy out myself.

Damn you, get back here.

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 you all men, get
back. Go on. Stay low.

I'm right here.

I'm right here, Mama.

Hold on.

Hold on, ok, Mama? I'm right here.

Don't try to talk, Mama,
don't try to talk.

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.

You all take what you
need and no more.

You hear me?

You all hear me?

How am I going to be
paid for all this?

You just keep track, that's all.

You all shoot Sylvester, Ellis?

Don't know.

They shot Aunt
Sarah, though, John.

Aunt Sarah.

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 that.

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?

All right, come on.

Come on. Hurry up. Hurry up.

Come on. Come on.

Take those babies, go
hide in the woods.

You all 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.

You and Scrappie got to go hide
these children in the swamp.

We can't take the babies
out there. It's freezing.

There ain't no place else.
Go on and get out of here.

What about Aunt Sarah?

Just go on and get, girl.

Come on. Let's go.

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.

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?

Three dead white men is all.

We done got ourselves a goddamn
nigger revolt up here.

Hold your fire.

There he is.

I think I got him.

Hold your fire.

Goddamn you.

Burn.

Light 'em up.

Some of you all pick
Henry and Poly up.

That Sylvester?

You son of a bitch.

You want me to burn her, too?

Couple you all men,
come over here.

I want you all to carry her
down to the nigger graveyard.

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.

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.

Aunt Sarah come in the morning.

She clean up.

Aunt Sarah ain't coming.

No. You right.

It's Sunday.

Aunt Sarah ain't coming no more.

No more, no never.

She's dead.

Sylvester, too, dead as hell.

Sam Carter.

Half of Rosewood's dead,

and they ain't caught
your nigger yet.

Sarah...

Sarah...

Why they hurt that old woman?

She never done nothing to nobody.

You all need to come on down here.

We're gonna need some help.

Some coloured beat and
raped a white girl.

Yeah, them niggers need
to be put in their place.

Hell, they done
forgot who they are.

I'm gonna get me one.

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 ♪

You all hear what
happened in Rosewood?

A coloured boy killed
four white men...

and raped three white women.

♪ Soon we'll reach
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.

Jesse. You were better off
on that chain gang, boy.

There he is.

Let's go, boys. Come on. Get him.

Move it.

Let's get out of here.

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.

Ooh, here come the parade.

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.

Hey, Ellis, you got a
phone call, Ellis.

Not now, Earl.

It's the governor, Ellis.

Pretty exciting stuff, huh, Ellis?

Go right inside, Timothy.

See the nigger? They got him.

No. You've got to look and see.

You've got to remember this.

It's something you've
got to remember. Look.

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.

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.

We'll put you in the
back storeroom.

Thank you.

We'll talk about that
deed later, Bradley.

God bless you, John Wright.

Get some clean white
rags, blanket.

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.

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 coloured
fugitive name of Jesse Hunter.

Our coloureds are
law-abiding folk.

Bronson don't want you.

Now turn around.

What are you all going
down on us for?

You all gonna protect niggers?

That ain't no way to
treat a white man.

Oh, hell, he ain't here.

I'm gonna remember this.

Now, go on in there with them.

Ready?

Hey, Bobby.

Hey, we're going back
over. You coming?

Yeah. I'll be along in a bit.

You save me some.

Them niggers, they running
like chicken, boy.

They in the swamp now.
We're gonna get 'em.

Them's church bells.

My daddy's ringing 'em.

Them crackers be
ringing them bells.

Now, you stay put, you hear?

No. That's my daddy in his church.

He telling us it's
safe to come home.

No, Denny, Lee Ruth...

Maybelle.

Denny, come back here.

Denny, no. Come back here.

Bust it up, boys.

Bust it all up, now.

Bust it all up.

Niggers.

Come on. Git.

That's a fire, now, ain't it?

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. Use these and
cover yourself up.

It's all right. You're all right.

Scrappie, I'm freezing.

Scrappie, I'm hungry.

Quiet, you all.

They're gonna hear us.

They done killed everybody.

Aunt Sarah, Big Baby, Sylvester.

Scrappie.

Look.

It's more than 50 children
hiding around in the swamp,

and they been out
here all night...

with nothing to eat,

and they're crying,
and they're freezing.

What we gonna do?
What we gonna do?

You all be quiet now.

Now, hush.

Hush. Just hush.

Stop fighting.

Arnett...

Front and centre.

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.

Now, you gather up these
women and children.

You're gonna move
deep into the swamp.

All right.

We got to move.

Get up.

Come on. Get up.

Come on. Move.

Let's go. Move.

I knew you'd be back.

It's gonna be all right.

Let's move it. Get him up.

Oh, he's bad.

He ain't gonna last out here.

Emma, there ain't nothing
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.

What's the matter with you?

I know you don't...

I know you don't like having
coloured folks in the house,

but this is a serious time.

Is that what you think,

that I don't like living here
because of the coloured folks?

Is that what you think?

Well, what is it, Mary?

I am caring for the
coloured folks 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 coming
back, and I ain't leaving.

Oh, God.

Put me down.

Put me down.

Emma.

Emma.

Put me down.

I hear you're hiding
folk, Mr Wright.

I need you to put
away old James here.

You're misinformed.

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.

- John Wright?
- What?

I know what you been
doing with my daughter.

What?

- Hush now.
- I can run like you.

No, you can't.

Now, you gonna get us
killed. Just hush.

Come on, Mr Wright.

You the Massa around here.

I ain't a Massa of nothing.

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.

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. Take care of Papa.

Come on.

Come on, now. Git.

Go.

I'll be all right, Mama.

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 you all
peckerwoods do to her?

Where's she at, damn it?

Where's she at, Ellis?

Come on now. It's
her daddy we after.

Explain to me why you
want to lynch a cripple.

We ain't lynching 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?

That's more like it.

You all wait here.

Get that nigger out here.

He was in the house
the whole time.

Get that damn nigger.

John.

John, where are you going?

You're not going to let
those people have him?

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.

Why ain't my sister buried?

Because 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 going.

Whoa. He's eager, ain't he?

James, 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?

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.

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 going home, you all.

Nigger lover, my ass.

You stupid piece of white trash.

What did you call me?

Don't you nigger lover
me, you white trash.

Come on.

Think of who you are.
Think of who you are.

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.

You forgetting who
you are, Johnny?

Go home, Johnny.

You go home right now.

You got the money
that man owes me?

You all gonna pay me for
all the money I'm losing?

Hell, no.

Killing all of my
customers, running 'em off.

You watch who you call
white trash, boy.

That's right.

Just because 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 nothing...

but a dirt-floor cracker.

Shopkeeper.

Hey, now, wake up.

Come on.

Come on. We got to
go. Time to wake up.

We're going to go this way.

Gertie, where are we going?

Keep quiet.

We're going to go this way.

I ain't got no bullets.

Share.

Hey, you all be quiet.

You all be quiet.

Want them crackers to hear you?

Bring the train to the old
road near Kelly's pond.

Get there, listen for
the engine whistle.

That's on the other side
of Sumner, Mr Wright.

How we gonna do that?

You're asking 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 three hours.

Get these folks there.

I'll bring the train.

If you're lying,
I'm coming 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 nothing 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 looking
for coloured men.

We go in at night,
round back to Sumner,

pick up the women and children,
sweep them off to Gainesville.

He's talking about Sumner.

That's where the whole
damn thing started.

You're asking us to risk
our engine, Johnny.

Who are you Bryce brothers,

a couple of rich boys
playing on your train?

To hell with you.

You boys puffing around
the countryside...

waving and tooting your whistle?

To hell with you.

These are real folks dying,

women and children ain't done
nothing 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 asking you
to risk your train.

I'm asking you to risk your asses.

Think they gonna let the
women and children through?

I don't know.

Wait, wait.

Stay here.

Damn.

Let's go. We gotta move.

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 acting right.

Oh, she ain't?

You boys been treating this
train like a little sister...

since I 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.

I'm tired.

I don't feel like going.

Hush up.

Hush up, be quiet.

That truck coming, boys.

Watch out, now.

Watch yourself.

Get on up.

Come on.

Wait, wait.

Might as well come look.

Make room for my boy here.

Why you crying, 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.

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.

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.

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. Ain't no
niggers around here.

Come on, you all.

Come on, now.

You men best hope the Lord feels
merciful come Judgement Day.

Hush.

Everybody front and centre.

Lieutenant.

Where's Arnett?

He gone.

Where's Minnie?

Stay put.

What you all boys need to get
this engine running again?

Something we ain't got.

Counterbalance pin.

What is a counterbalance pin?

Oh, it ain't nothing.

Piece of metal about this long.

Be quiet. Minnie, be quiet.

All right, you all men, listen
up. Let's call it a night.

Bobby, Earl, give me a hand.
Get these men out of here.

You all go home.

Get these men out of here. Go on.

No more camping out in
my town. You hear me?

Hush, you 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, you all.

Go get him.

Minnie. Minnie's back.

Where you been?

What...

He gonna get killed
looking for you.

Show you to rape my wife.

Put him up.

Simmer down, you all.

I had a nice quiet town here,

but you put an end to
that, didn't you, boy?

Wasn't no coloured boy...

had nothing do to with
what happened there.

Shut up.

Shut up, Jesse.

That ain't my name.

Clear a path.

Get back, get back.

Run the nigger up.

Ha, damn you.

Come on, you stupid horse.

Just shoot the damn horse.

Booker T., go.

Goddamn.

That is one strong buck.

Why won't he die?

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 you all know
better than others.

That's right.

Should have never listened to her.

That woman's a wildcat.

Booker T.

Shoot him.

Sorry I had to say
it that way, James,

but this thing's gone far enough.

Fanny lied...

to you, to me, the
whole damn town.

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.

Move it.

Come on, move.

Get on board, get on
board, get on board.

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.

Move.

Get them on.

Quickly.

Let's go.

Let's go. Let's get
the hell out of here.

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.

Please.

Stop the train.

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.

Jesus Christ.

Come on, girl.

Child, stay down. Stay down.

You 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.

You all gonna be safe.

Scrappie in charge
from here on in.

Arnett, you're a lieutenant.
You help her out.

Take these children inside.

You all gonna be all right.

That's Booker T.

Mr Mann, who is that
riding your horse?

It's Sylvester.

Uncle Sylvester made it.
All right. He made it.

Sylvester, how you doing?

Uncle Sylvester's alive.

I ain't got all night, Mann.

Gertie, you all get to
Cousin Wilma in Gainesville.

Come on.

I'll be waiting for
you in Gainesville.

Won't be waiting long.

How'd you get out?

They carried me...

in my mama's coffin.

They were here.

A mob.

They tried to get in.

What happened?

Mum scared 'em off.

Boys.

Boys.

Come here. Get up. Get up.

Liar.

Damn you, woman.

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'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.

I don't know what you are, Daddy.

Emmett, you come back... Emmett.

Don't you walk away.
Come on here, boy.

Emmett, come on back in here.

Which way are you headed?

Same as you, friend. Going
to catch that train.

♪ 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 ♪