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Before you go knocking on doors, I need you to understand something.

This ain't just about registering bullets.

People have been beaten for less.

Some have been killed.

The dark-haired young man seated at the center of the group was Andrew Goodman.

Tonight, Goodman and fellow volunteers Michael Schwerner and James Chaney are

the focus of the nation's concern.

They've been missing since Sunday.

Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner.

were in Mississippi for the Freedom Summer Civil Rights Initiative, working

to register Negro voters.

Deputy Sheriff Cecil Price says he detained them for driving 65 in a 30

-mile-an-hour zone.

They were released that evening.

They paid the fine, and I released them. They got in their car and left. That's

the last time we saw any of them.

Sometimes they break quickly. Other times, it's a prolonged effort. This may

be a prolonged effort, but it will be continued until it is solved.

until we find the bodies of those three men that have disappeared and the

persons who may be responsible for their disappearance.

Who are you?

Why are you doing this to me?

Where the body's at, Eddie?

I'm a man of God.

Where the body's at, Eddie?

You don't get real tight action.

I just... I just... I just don't know nothing.

Okay. You don't know nothing?

No, for... Okay.

Oh, here's the wind-up.

But it's the bottom of the ninth.

The bases are loaded.

Coming to the plate, folks, is the grim reaper.

Reaper checks the swing.

He didn't like the looks of that one.

You ain't like them Hoover boys, is you?

You different.

Yeah.

On my head up.

Oh,

here's

the wine, dog. Wait, wait.

Oh, it's a fastball. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Burrage's old jolly farm.

Buried. Who's buried, Eddie?

Come on.

Spit it out.

We're going to have to start all over again. You don't want to start all over

again. Two kites!

You know, you could have saved yourself a little discomfort had you just shared

that information earlier, right?

New guy just trying to look busy.

Oh, come on, man. Don't do me like that.

I'm just trying to educate myself on what's going on down here.

It's like case after case, unsolved, unsolved.

Unsolved.

Make me wonder why Hoover even hired Negroes in the FBI.

Because he black.

Grandpappy was a slaver. Mama was half black in Choctaw.

That's why he give those white boys a murder pass.

He don't want people picking up on that one drop of nigga he got in him.

Man, you better kill all that noise.

For he McCarthy all our black asses.

Excuse me, Agent Moore.

Wayne Strider.

Sir.

From Chicago.

Yes, sir.

But I'm originally from Mississippi, Hattiesburg.

I'd like to assist in the Klan investigation.

Why do you join the Bureau, Agent Strider?

Because I believe in justice.

And I believe that Negroes have to be a part in getting it.

Well, I need to get back to this work if I stand any chance of seeing my wife

before she goes to bed.

Good night.

You came back to Mississippi to make a difference, and you are.

Just by being here.

At least in Chicago, I worked cases.

I wasn't breaking down doors, but I was a part of investigations.

This ain't Chicago, Wayne.

You're ready for the world, baby. This world ain't ready for you.

Yet. But it will be.

And when it is, I will look out.

helps me understand you in a way that I did not before.

Mississippi makes you work for it.

This place does not suffer fools gladly.

You've been here for three weeks. You already got us figured out.

No, I hope I never figure you out, Wayne Strider.

Our struggle is a uniquely American one.

It's the struggle for freedom, for justice.

It's the very struggle that this country was built on.

And we have a potent weapon in ours.

It's the ballot, brothers and sisters.

Listen, I am not saying that the ballot can... Fix everything.

But it's a voice.

And if it don't mean that much, how come they so hell bent on not letting us have

it?

It's a proclamation that we hear.

That we matter.

So here's what I'm going to do.

I'm a blessed man.

Y'all.

Buy from my store.

You work my land. You make it possible for me to provide for my family.

So I say that when a man has enough, it's his obligation to give some of it

back. So you tell everyone you know that if they can't pay their poll tax,

Vernon Damon will pay it for them.

Less than 40% of the black population are registered to vote.

And in some districts, they're forced to pay a $2 poll tax to do so.

It's important that we get Negroes out in large numbers to vote.

It'll be the coalition of the Negro vote and the moderate white vote that really

make the New South possible.

Okay. How did he get you to leave fancy Chicago, come all the way down here to

this dusty old town?

He lied to me.

He promised me a big old house we could fill up with kids.

Daddy, can I just get two more cookies? Of course you can, sweetheart.

Give them for your brother.

Yes, Mama.

Just like that.

Don't get too big a house.

Then you might need to make too many babies to fill it up. Yeah, you know

about that, don't you?

And you chose to come back.

He never really left.

It's not in his heart.

He always said, America won't be right till

Mississippi is right.

Is that what I always say?

That guy's got some poets, really.

It's them again.

I just hang up on them now.

That phone been ringing off the hook ever since Vernon started paying folks

poll taxes.

Yeah, we gettin' hateful calls all the time.

Leave us alone!

He gon' keep callin', Vernon.

Well, if it ring again, I'll unblock it.

Oh, come on, we don't need to worry about that nonsense.

We're here to celebrate the return of the prodigal son, Wayne Strider.

Out. very own Ellie Ness.

Yeah!

That's right.

Something like that.

Look at you.

And just the fact that you're a bona fide agent of none other than the

Federal Bureau of Investigation, well, that's important.

And I want you to know that we be proud of you.

Thank you.

Well, thank you for having me. And remember, if you don't vote, you don't

count. And that was Hattiesburg businessman Vernon Dahmer, who's jumping

in to do his part by offering to collect a $2 poll tax for any Negroes

registering to vote.

If you cannot afford it, Mr. Dahmer will pay it himself.

It wasn't enough that he owns his cotton machine.

No, he's making more money than any of us.

While a white family in this county doesn't know where their next meal is

gonna come from.

There was a time, not too long ago, where a nigger wouldn't so much as

whisper the word vote.

And now, that son of a bitch is on the radio

buying votes.

It is a shame what we've let our nation become.

We took this land first.

We turned a savage nation into the greatest country the world has ever

known.

We are God's chosen people.

Our father's fathers spilled their blood so that this land could nourish our sons

forever.

That burning table is the thief

Hello

Out of the sacred pages of our dear Bible comes the story of Calvary's

rugged yet holy cross.

This cross is the sign

of the Christian religion sanctified and made whole nearly 19 centuries

ago by the suffering and blood of 50 million Mormons who died

in our most holy phase.

The cross inspired the Crusaders in their perilous attempt to rescue the

Holy Land from the heathens and is being used tonight to rally the forces

of Christianity against an ever-increasing horde.

of Antichrist and for the principles of pure

Americanism.

You just go out, and I'll hand him to you.

Stay down, Eula. Stay down. I got you. I got you. I'm right here, baby.

I'll be right behind you. I love you

Another sad day in America.

Vernon Dahmer, Forest County's NAACP president and businessman, dead

at 57.

His home, fire-bombed in the middle of the night.

Police at this hour are unwilling to share details surrounding the

circumstances, but we'll continue to follow this story.

Negro lawmaker Julian Baum has been denied his seat in the Georgia House of

Representatives.

Dear Lord, we thank you for your son and we pray that his soul is with you and I

have never met a finer person.

And we know that though we walk through the valley of the shadow of the devil,

you will fear no evil for God, you are with us.

You brought us here for a reason.

Amen.

Fuck you think you're doing boy FBI hey not

You

see

this I'll see shit now beat it boy

I ain't got nothing to say.

No, no, no.

Did you learn anything?

Nothing we didn't already know.

Sir, you can tell the president this has our full attention.

It's our top priority.

Our men are out in strength as we speak.

I understand, sir. I will keep you updated.

Hoover, who just got off with Johnson.

It seems the president feels that these boys are making a mockery of his voting

rights legislation.

That segregation is over.

Say something.

Nobody's talking to us down in Hattiesburg, Roy.

Negroes and whites alike.

They're all terrified of retribution from the Klan.

Doesn't matter how many agents we have canvassing down there, nobody's gonna

tell us anything.

Not willingly, that is.

So what do you want to do, Roy?

I like to feel fancy free.

Or I have to eat spinach. Because I said so. Just eat your dinner.

Hey!

I'm home.

Ew!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Where's Junior?

He's been in his room since school. I mean, he knows it's dinner time.

Gregory!

Junior, don't disrespect your mother. Come sit down.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

Who did this to you?

Some guys at school.

It's nothing.

Nothing?

Names?

Now?

Tommy Russo.

Eleanor's Tommy?

Look, tomorrow, you find Tommy, you put him in a hospital, you hear me?

We'll make sure it looks ten times worse.

Crack his fucking head for me to hear.

Hello? You're a good boy. I love you, son. Greg, it's for you.

Eat your dinner.

Who is it?

Yeah.

I'm eating dinner.

With my kids.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

I'm coming.

Let's get this over with. I'm with my family.

We need you down south.

We're going back to Hattiesburg.

What, more Jews gone missing?

Negro. Voting rights activist.

Murdered by the Klan.

I heard that before. Who cares? I ain't going.

It's not a request.

Listen real carefully.

Fuck you. I ain't going.

Unless you want Joe Colombo to know who you really work for, you're on a plane.

Got it?

It's all there.

Ticket.

Motel and mobile.

Check in. Wait to be contacted.

Same deal.

Fire room.

Special Agent Strider.

Yes, sir.

Uh-huh.

Yes, sir, right away.

Who was that?

Edith.

Thank you.

Special Agent Strider, there may be an opportunity for you to assist in the

Dahmer murder investigation.

Your background and your familiarity with the area and the local players make

you an ideal candidate for this. This is entirely off the books.

No one knows.

No one can know.

Might this be of interest to you?

Very much.

Now, you would be partnered with a special investigator who's uniquely

qualified for this job.

You will pick him up at this hotel in Mobile.

You will take him to the highway host motor lodge just outside of Hattiesburg.

You will give him this briefcase.

You will not open the briefcase, and you will do exactly what this man says.

You will find witnesses, and you will get signed statements.

You will not discuss this case with anybody.

Any questions?

Samuel Bowers is behind this, right?

Identifying those responsible is his assignment.

You are to be his handler only.

Anything else?

No, sir.

Well, then off you go.

What the fuck are you supposed to be?

Special Agent Wayne Strider, FBI.

We'll be working together.

Get the fuck out of here.

I'll call the G-Man.

Supposed to bring you this.

Hey, hi, honey.

Hi, honey.

Come in.

You shy?

This is work, baby. I told you. Let me take care of my business.

What's the matter, baby?

Very thorough, you FBI.

Is that it he's supposed to drive me to?

I am not your driver. I'm your handler.

All right, well, we're gonna need to handle her to the F-boy before her

husband gets worried.

We will put her in a cab.

We have a long drive back to Hattiesburg.

Get dressed, baby.

G's gonna fetch her cab.

No, I'm not finished.

Geez.

Take this off. We take it off.

I'll just meet y'all outside.

You don't wanna watch?

You gonna miss me? I'm gonna miss you.

Hold this, baby.

Yeah boy Keep it warm for me

It's warm my brother

So, uh, I wonder who would start letting you mollies in anyway.

Mollies, what's that what y'all call Negroes up in?

What, New Jersey?

Hey, I ain't from fucking New Jersey.

I'm from Bensonhurst, motherfucker.

Brooklyn.

You gotta be the first one, though, right?

Huh? I mean, tell me I'm not sitting next to D. Jackie fucking Robinson in

the FBI.

What's the matter? Can I get out of your tongue? I know you can fucking speak.

Hello?

James Wormley Jones.

Who's that?

First Negro special agent appointed in 1919.

James Amos in 1921. Earl Thomas and Thomas Leon Jefferson in 22.

There's been a bunch.

Two others working at my office right now.

You're the first one I ever seen.

Fuck.

You look like you're gonna shit yourself.

Just tell them you're fed for Christ's sake so we can get out of here.

we're on an empty highway at night in alabama and i'm a negro agent working in

the bureau only thing these fellas hate more than people like me or people who

work where i work him

What crime are you two running from?

No, sir.

Where you headed?

Hattiesburg, sir.

What's in Hattiesburg?

Uh, motel.

On U.S. 49.

Hmm.

Motel, huh?

Yes, sir.

Yo, queers.

Hey.

Something funny?

Where you from?

New Jersey.

I need identification from both of y'all now.

I ain't driving. You don't need shit from me.

You don't tell me what I need.

ID.

Now.

FBI. What the hell you got here?

What is this?

I work for the government. I'm just taking him home. That's all.

No trouble.

No trouble.

Impersonating a G-man.

Get out of the car now

Oh

buddy

would have some fun with you tonight

What you doing?

Oi! No!

No!

You're right, that was fun.

You shot a cop.

We fucked.

No, he's fucked.

Let's go.

Drop your weapon.

You gotta be kidding me.

Drop your weapon.

You really have no fucking idea what the fuck you're doing, Jackie Robinson. I'm

gonna say this one more time. Drop your fucking weapon!

Hey, do not.

Look around.

There's no witness.

There's no weapons.

There's no crime.

Let's get out of here.

You ever arrest anybody before?

I didn't think so.

You were supposed to do the fucking cuffing.

Fucking unbelievable.

All right, you got me. You fucking got me.

Fuck.

Hey.

What the fuck are you doing?

I know you're not going to call this in.

You tell anybody about this, I'm just going to say it was you.

What do you think they believe?

This fucking guy.

Un-fucking-believable.

It's your first fucking date?

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, wipe it off.

You touched the fucking thing. Wipe it off now.

All right, that's enough.

Can we get the fuck out of here now?

You hungry?

I'm fucking starving. Let's go.

Bet you never seen that before.

Do whatever the fuck I want. There's no rules.

Or what they didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

This ain't my first rodeo, Jackie. I was down here two years ago doing this.

Doing what? What I do. What do you think?

Miss Byrne?

The Freedom Summer Murders?

That was me.

I'm the one who solved that. You guys found those dead college kids because of

me. I'm like James fucking Bond.

Come on.

That was nice.

So handsome.

Okay.

You got it.

Okay.

Two hands, please.

Okay, I'm not sure I can do this.

You're firing like you're scared.

Stand like this. You need a strong base.

Show me.

Put your left foot a little bit in front of your right foot.

Pay attention.

I am paying attention.

Just like you're about to punch somebody.

I ain't never punched nobody a day in my life. I don't know what you're talking

about.

You need to protect yourself, my love.

From who?

Everybody.

Here you go. Two hands. Strong hand on top.

Pull the trigger. Don't squeeze.

Okay.

Annie Oakley over here.

What is wrong with you?

I just got put on a special assignment.

Baby, that's amazing.

That is exactly what we wanted.

Yeah. Come in.

Yeah, I told you.

Don't bet against the fucking Yankees.

The fuck's the matter with you? Mickey Mantle's the best who ever did it.

Yeah, you got a bet on a winner.

Get the fuck out of here.

The Yankees won the World Series seven times in 11 years.

Yeah, 51, 52, 53, 56, 58, 61, and 62.

Yeah. You keep betting like that, your wife's gonna be gone. She'll run off

with the fuckin' milkman. Even worse, she'll be laid up in the fuckin' bed

with that colored fuckin' bookie you got.

It's your boss, Agent Rhodes.

Hey, he wants to talk to you.

Hold on, he's taking his sweet fuckin' time.

Yeah, who was this?

Agent Rose.

You only got to tell him anything.

Anything to report.

Come on, Barney. If I tell him what we did the other night, you don't want to

tell him?

I'm sorry. Nothing to report.

Okay? I told you I ain't got no fucking rules.

Now, come on, Jack. Can't I get a fucking smile, please?

Where to, man?

Gilmer's gun shop. You heard of it?

The revolver found at Damon's wasn't registered to nobody, but it was sold

from right here.

I guess Bobby Gilmer wanted to keep it off books, huh?

Come on.

It's against protocol for me to join you in there. That's not part of my

assignment. Protocol?

What the fuck is that?

Look, if I say it, you're doing it.

Unless you want to be assigned somewhere else, call your boss.

You do what I say.

Let's go. Come on, you're coming in.

Look, man, I live in this town, man.

I can't just walk into no gun shop. That ain't how things work in Mississippi.

Walk into a gun shop so they can put a bullet in my head and get a prize for

it. I know how things work, okay? Listen to me. We go in there, we ask a few

questions, we get some information, we have a little fun, we're gone. Let's go.

What do you want?

God, you do the honors.

Go ahead.

You got it?

Mr. Gilman, I'm Special Agent Strider, FBI.

Say what now?

You see that?

The FBI.

And that aside, a colored federal agent.

The 22 Magnum Rome, found at the home of Vernon Damon Firebombed by the Klan, was

sold from your shop.

Now the problem is, you didn't register it to who you sold it to.

How did an unregistered gun sold from your shop end up at a crime scene?

Well, all right.

Hey!

You put that back right fucking now.

Put it back!

Time for you to leave my shop. You too.

Now this is getting good.

Get out, or I'll blow a hole right through this nigger.

Go ahead.

You can bury him in the back.

Don't do it. I mean it.

I'll shoot you too, you greasy son of a bitch.

Christ almighty.

Tell us who you sold the gun to. I sold thousands of guns.

I can't remember every single one of them.

My moral nephew, William.

He worked for me summer before last. He was always messing up, mixing up numbers

and letters. He must have mislabeled it.

Please, sir, if it was a mislabeled gun, I can't tell you who it belongs to.

Jack, you gonna believe this shit? Yeah, I'm telling the truth.

Please.

Let's go.

Give me a minute.

You all right?

Come here, let me ask you a question.

You all right?

Hey, hey!

Who bought the gun, Bobby? I don't know. Stop.

Did you hear what the fuck I said?

I got it. I got it.

Give me a fucking name.

Who'd you sell the gun to?

Don't lie to me.

You no good hillbilly motherfucker.

Give me a name, Bobby.

Last time I asked, who'd you sell the gun to?

Please.

Please. I don't know none.

All right, all right, all right, all right.

Fuck.

Well, okay.

You want to ask him some more questions?

He didn't know anything that was obvious. What the fuck is wrong with

you? I needed to be sure.

Bullshit.

This ain't Bensonhurst, and you are not here to amuse yourself. This is an

official investigation, and you will not prevent me from enforcing the law. You

understand me, motherfucker?

Your rules ain't shit.

That's why they brought me down here, dummy.

Do you really want to be the colored guy who lets these redneck mokes off the

hook?

Jackie fucking Robinson.

I ain't shining no fucking shoes. I'm cracking fucking heads.

Yes, it is, yo.

Martin Luther King, huh?

Talk about a guy with a fucking target on his back. Jesus fucking Christ.

I don't like it. Them hymns are on the fucking block.

Put that down.

You know, I like that Malcolm X guy better.

What you know about Malcolm X?

Well, I know he don't take no shit.

I mean, I personally, I don't give a fuck about your people.

But he's got a point.

Attorney of the cheek.

That ain't really working, is it?

Always working.

What am I here, on vacation?

You don't know nothing about nothing, man. How am I supposed to explain racism

to somebody like you?

I'm just saying, you get some guns, you solve your problems real quick.

By any means necessary.

I like that. Yeah, more killing.

That's exactly what we need. That'll work out real well for us. That's a good

idea.

You know what? On second thought, maybe you should read that book.

Learn something.

I don't know why we don't just go over to this fucking Bowers guy's house right

now and put him to sleep instead of Mickey Mouse around this whole fucking

hillbilly town.

Just making people disappear does not solve the problem. We're gonna make

cases, put them in jail for breaking the law.

And make it public. Let these crackers know their consequences.

Crackers? Yeah, crackers.

What, you never heard of that? No. What's that supposed to mean?

Saltine cracker.

White.

Saltine. No flavor.

White man.

And square.

Right? What about you?

What is it? What are you?

Chocolate? Delicious?

Like I thought you were, right?

You're the fuck-ass.

Yeah.

You missed the turn for the highway, right?

Yeah, hang on.

The fuck are we doing here?

I am going to talk to a potential witness, and you are going to stay right

here. Why?

Because I don't need you to bash her head open.

She ain't going to talk to no white folks anyway.

Hey there, old friend. Who's coming up my steps?

Look at you all grown now.

It's good to be home.

I heard you brought a pretty young city girl to Damon's house the other day.

That's my wife, Allison.

From Chicago.

Chicago? Mm-hmm. Can she cook?

Yes, ma'am.

What'd you see that night, Miss Rebecca?

Night that burned Vernon's.

You don't want nothing to do with all that trouble.

I work for the FBI, Miss Rebecca.

Trouble is what I do.

Is that right?

They killed Vernon, Miss Rebecca.

We can't let that go unanswered.

It was a couple of pickups.

The blue one had the tail light busted out on one side.

And it pulled out and...

Swung around in the dark like a like an evil eye. I do recall that Pretty

sure mr. Damon shot at it a couple of times as it was driving off

You tell FBI that I Can tell them white boys in those suits

nothing they come around here.

I ain't got nothing to say to no authorities

I don't want my house burnt down, too. You understand?

Hey.

We're done yet.

Who's this?

That's my driver.

Got anything?

Maybe. Pretty smart.

You know old ladies in the neighborhood.

They're always the ones with eyes on everything, aren't they?

I'm starving.

I know a spot.

Officers. Searching mechanic shops for this blue pickup.

Broken back light, pellet damage.

Last time I was here, I got the best bacon I've had in my fucking life.

Nobody fries shit better than you people.

Bacon is bacon, asshole.

Here's what I want to know.

Shoot.

How you break the case?

They really don't tell you shit, do they?

Let's just say there's a point where everybody talks.

So not real police work, then?

The fuck do I look like, police?

They brought me down here last time.

I did what I do, and I found those poor kids. And I didn't pray or march or sit

down at some fucking lunch counter.

I knocked some fucking heads around and I cracked the case.

You're free, Jackie.

You're free to fuck with anybody who fucks with you.

You got your gun, you got your badge.

Now you gotta throw some balls.

If this thing goes right, it could be big things for you.

Might even get to meet Hoover. Get your picture on the wall.

How about that, huh?

You're welcome.

Can I get you started with some drinks?

Coffee. How you like it?

Light.

Well, can we do it Thursday?

Because I think the turnout would be better.

Right.

Let me call you back.

My husband just walked in.

Yep.

You look like you had a hell of a day.

Hey, Miss Hattie.

Hey, Wayne. You hungry?

Fix your plate.

Oh, uh... What's all this?

We put together a march after Vernon's funeral.

Figured I'm a local now, so I'm getting involved.

Are you sure you won't be doing all this, Miss Hattie? You really shouldn't

be putting all this stress on yourself.

No, Vernon didn't die for nothing.

So I will be working. Thank you very much.

Are

you

going to tell me what's going on?

It's nothing.

Hey.

Do not do that.

Sir?

It's me.

Did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want you getting involved?

You're the one in the FBI.

You're the one who got me to come down here.

So if there is danger, it is because you brought us into it.

Now we're here.

You're in it.

You mobbed up, ain't you?

That's me.

18.

Young and dumb.

On the right side of the Lord, just like you, you know.

Merchant Marine.

Made you a killer?

Nah, fuck.

I never saw combat.

My brother started going the wrong way. Fell on the local boss.

Can't do him jobs for him.

My contract was up. My father begged me to come home and get him on the right

track like me.

But that broke shovel of coal, my father busted my hump every day.

Talk about getting treated bad.

My father's a wop.

Know what that is?

Without papers.

The colors of white people.

They're one step above those dirty fucking Irish.

Anyway, my brother tells me he's got a way for me to make $200 in an hour.

Couldn't make $200 in a month shoveling coal.

Of course, I said yes.

Before I know it, a wise guy's handing me a gun wrapped in a napkin. Started

just like that.

Then on and on, and here we are.

Pretty proud of yourself, huh?

Proud? Not proud. Who gives a fuck?

Doesn't matter.

You people think you're doing something.

You just shovel in that coal, man. You vote, don't vote, whatever. It's all

bullshit anyway.

And what would you do if you was a Negro?

I'd kill them all.

Maybe that's one.

You boys find it fast, huh?

Yeah.

This shop is owned by a known clans member, so it's best I sit this one out.

Oh, I didn't see that one coming.

Hey, keep your hands to yourself.

We already drawing a lot of attention.

It ain't all about the lead.

I got a finesse game too, you know.

Being polite.

Addie. Can I help you?

Yeah, I've been trying to find that dead pickup all day.

I'm the guy who knocked the tail light in.

Just smacked right into it when I was distracted.

You need something, sir?

Well, no, I'm not sure I really can say.

Say what you want to.

Yeah, I was passing this diner, sweating bullets, figured I'd...

Grab a cold coke, get off my ass for a minute.

And I walk in, and there she is, behind the counter.

Fine-looking thing.

Color girl.

I'm talking black as midnight, smooth as whiskey, and built like a dream I

shouldn't be having.

Don't you tell nobody now. I ain't saying nothing to nobody.

So I saddle up to the counter, looking cool as hell.

She leans over with that smile, and she says, what can I get you, sweetheart?

And right then I'm thinking, damn, maybe the world ain't as complicated as folks

make it out to be.

Maybe it's just me, her, and this coat.

And then she spots my wedding ring.

Yeah, she gives me that look.

I know that look. I know, I know. God damn it.

Silly for me forgetting about the missus.

I got out of there, hopped in my truck, and plowed straight into a park car.

Crossed the street, took the taillight clean off.

That's quite a story.

Yeah, the thing is, uh, that truck, um, that other truck was involved in a

different sort of accident.

That's just the truck I'm looking for.

Tell you what, sure would like to make it worth your while.

Give me a minute.

You in on this one?

Hey, we need him alive and talking.

Whatever you say.

You're gonna talk.

It's just a matter of when.

Huh?

All right, all right.

That's enough.

We gonna talk, Billy Roy.

Now, we know that you was involved with the murder of Vernon Damon.

Now, who else was with you that night?

Who the fuck do you guys think you are busting into my house like you did?

I ain't telling you nothing.

And I definitely ain't telling you nothing.

I'm calling the fucking sheriff.

Finally.

You ain't calling no goddamn body.

Listen, Billy.

We got a witness.

Put your truck at the scene.

That's right.

So this is your chance.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't be stupid.

You know what they do to skinny white boys at Bayaza City?

Cut your time, Billy Roy.

Give up Bowers and the rest. Cut your time.

Yeah, the man's speaking to you.

Starting to open up a little bit, right?

Yeah, you want to get chatty, huh?

I ain't gonna hang you from the bridge in Shibuta, boy.

Is there your dog out there?

You know what?

I ain't listening to that fucking dog anymore.

No, no, no, no, no, wait!

You killed my dog.

You killed my dog.

And you're next if you don't talk.

Fuck you.

Oh.

You give me the green light now.

All right. All right, stop.

We need him alive.

I said stop. That's enough. God damn it, that's enough. I told you we're taking

him in.

Fucking psychopath.

What's about to pop?

What the fuck is wrong with you? FBI or you under arrest?

We're taking you in.

And you will tell us what we need to know.

Yeah, you got it for me.

Do your thing.

Y'all come on, man. You ain't gonna just stand there, are you?

FBI, I'm a federal agent, and Mr. Pitts is under arrest.

Y'all need to get on back to your homes.

Hey, this nigga's got a gun.

You black bastard. I saved your life.

You owe me for that one. You ever letting them beat up on me? What the

fuck is the matter with you? I was letting you do it your way. They was

about to have one more dead nigga on their resume.

You've been hanging from a tree right now.

You

motherfucker.

Come on.

You and your fucking rules.

Now we gotta get that guy all over again.

Yeah, like you ain't got no rules.

You gonna tell that to Joe Colombo or Vito Genovese or whoever the fuck it is

you work for. You better watch your fucking mouth, you hear me? You don't

know what the fuck you're talking about. You know what?

You're worse than the fucking Klan.

They may be devils, but at least they believe in something.

What you believe in? I believe in me, motherfucker.

Huh? Omerta?

Code of silence?

That's bullshit.

You walk around here in your fucking fancy suits, your little toothpicks,

like you're a fucking big man.

You're just a fucking rat.

What the fuck'd you call me? Another snitch working for the G.

I ain't no fucking rat. I'm here helping you and your people, doing the job

you're too fucking scared to do. Yeah, I'm done. Yeah, I've been trying to make

a fucking man out of you. I'm done. You and your fucking badge.

You think I give a fuck, huh?

All right. All right. Let me take a look at you. Come on.

Let's get the cuffs off of you.

Don't be all right. We'll take care of them. They're coming after all of us,

Sam. They know who we are. All hands on deck.

Your orders were to leave him alone.

To let him operate.

But you chose to leave him on the side of the goddamn road.

We're relieving you of your duties, Agent Strider.

I will need your gun and your badge.

I don't like this

I'm sorry

Thank you.

God you motherfuckers.

Come on.

Archie gonna take you to the Edward Lee and Jackson. I'm not going anywhere.

Allison, I can't have this conversation with you right now. Wayne, listen to me.

Wherever you're going, I'm going.

What I have to do, you cannot be a part of. It's not safe.

It's not safe for you either.

They could kill you.

This is our home. This will be our children's home. We cannot let these

animals take that from us. Jesus Christ, you're so fucking stubborn!

We can't run forever.

I love you.

I love you too.

What do you want?

Get in the car.

You left me. We're done, remember?

You say when you're done. I tell you when you're done.

They came for me.

And my wife.

Get your shit and get in the fucking car.

Let's end this and then you can go home.

That's what I've been waiting for.

Let's go.

That's the motherfucker who shot out my house.

What now?

Now we wait.

It was fucking boring. You asked me.

I didn't.

When I was a kid, I burned a cop's car.

You? Dudley do-right?

Cop car.

No, a cop's car.

I wanted his car, not the county's.

My friend stole some gum from the grocery store.

One of these deputies, he was right outside. He chased us.

About half a mile from here, right down that road.

I got away.

And your buddy didn't?

A state trooper broke his arm.

Broke his jaw.

He dropped out of school. I never did see him again after that summer.

I found out where that cop lived.

I set his fucking car on fire.

But he deserved it.

So what happened?

Nothing.

I got away with it, Scott Free. How about that?

I don't know why I'm telling you this. This fucking guy.

Every guy gets away with something that's pissed about it. Yeah, well, I

don't like people getting away with shit.

We can get with something that happens, will ya?

What's going on?

Is that him?

Howdy. You make a fucking noise, I'll kill you right here, you hear me?

Look at you, full of surprises.

I know who you are.

You're that crazy man from New York, ain't you?

Yeah.

The only thing you're gonna do to me, what you done that way, is I ain't no

pussy for you.

Sounds like a challenge.

I love a challenge.

Stop.

What'd you say?

Did you say something?

Who killed Vernon Damon?

Who killed Vernon Damon?

Who

killed

Vernon Damon?

Why do you care?

Why do you care?

You know, I don't. But my friend here does.

I only get paid if you tell him what he wants to know.

Fuck you.

And fuck you too, whoever you are back there.

I like this one.

Stiles. Clyde Stiles.

Says here you got a mother. Live in that chest.

Here's what's gonna happen.

I'm gonna get up tomorrow.

I'm gonna go in the chest.

And I'm gonna find your mama.

And I am going to carve her up piece by piece like a Thanksgiving turkey.

How's that sound to you?

This prick.

This prick won't even save his own mother.

Nothing yet?

Fucking German Unionists over here screaming like a fucking bitch. Get over

here.

Get down on your knees.

Get in front of your boyfriend.

What the fuck are you all thinking with all of this?

Are you thinking we're going to get in some sort of trouble?

These are niggas for Christ's sakes.

This is Mississippi.

Get his shorts down.

Get his fucking shorts down now.

Get his dick out. Oh, come on.

Get his fucking shorts down fucking now!

Get him off!

Just kill me.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

You're gonna feel this every last slice, you motherfucker.

Stop! Stop!

Please, I'll tell you. I'll tell you.

It was Sam Bowers.

Speak. Sam.

Bowers. He told us to get that nigger Damer.

It's me.

It's Cobb.

I've built him more beds.

Cecil Sessom.

William Smith.

Bowers said to make sure we got Damer.

That nigger, yeah.

And the other house.

What other house?

The nigger old lady with the big mouth who lived across the street.

There it is, Jackie.

Please have mercy.

Please have mercy. Please have mercy.

Please have mercy. Please have mercy, please.

Please have mercy, please.

Do you see where you are?

You see your friend over there?

Do you ever want to see my face again?

Then you keep your mouth shut about this and you testify

Unless you want to be swinging for the breeze

Hit the recorder.

Who else?

Nice and loud, nice and clear.

Charles Snowball.

Melvin Martin.

Let them know.

Fourteen names.

Signed and sealed.

Not bad.

What the fuck's the matter with you?

It's a great day.

You're the only colored guy in the world who gets to kill a white man and get

away with it.

And look, not for nothing, but the bosses, they're always gonna need guys

like us to do these things.

They're not gonna do it.

That's why they're the bosses.

Time for me to go.

See you around, Jackie Robinson.

Local Hattiesburg businessman Lawrence Byrd signed a 22-page confession

detailing his and 13 others' involvement in the murder of Vernon Dahmer.

This confession was the result of tireless work on part of both local and

federal law enforcement authorities.

The protection of all citizens' civil rights is a priority for the Federal

Bureau of Investigation.

Who somebody's gotta make them but someone's always gotta break them and

issue You You're the one

when they tell you to go away you just go

Let them think that they can change you When you're not afraid they can't

contain you You gotta do

what you need to do.

So you do a little damage, but it's worth the trouble.

There's only one road you're going down and that's your home.

They can make whatever rules they make. We won't let those rules get in our

way. Laws ain't made to get you what you need. Sometimes what you gotta do you

gotta do

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