All language subtitles for Women Of The Movement s01e04 Manhunt.eng

RUBY: Hey, now.

♪♪

It's got to be 100 degrees
in the shade today.

I-I was hoping I could
trouble you for a sip.

You work around here?

RUBY: Just down the road
at the Shurden place.

I-I cut through here sometimes
on my way to the market.

Saves me a few steps.

MANDY: You could fry an egg
in this heat today.

Sure could.

Thank you.

Thank you.

♪♪

[water rushing]

Down at the Shurden place,
all anybody can talk about

these days is that
Till boy turned up dead.

Some folks say he was
seen around here

the morning he went missing.

[Mandy grunts]

You hear anything like that?

Folks say a lot of things.

But I ain't got time
for gossip.

[panting]
You take care now.

♪♪

I don't work at the
Shurden place, ma'am.

My name is Ruby Hurley.

I work for
the National Association

for the Advancement
of Colored People,

and I've been chasing
down leads all day

to try to find the folks
that saw Emmett Till

on the morning
that he was murdered.

From what I hear, you might
be one of those folks.

I ain't seen nothin',
and I ain't got nothin' to say.

Ma'am, that boy was hunted down
and killed in cold blood.

Now, if you know something,
you can expose the truth.

And what good is that gon' do?

-He's dead!
-Look!

I know that you're scared.

I-I know that you'd be risking
y-your job and your livelihood

-to come forward.
-"Livelihood"?

I been picking cotton
all my life,

and I'm still waitin'
to make a profit.

That is exactly what
I am talking about.

Nothing is gonna change for us

unless folks like you
come forward.

And if you don't, who's to say
it won't be your child next?

♪♪

All I saw was a truck parked

over at the shed that morning...

and -- and four white men
standing around.

Did you recognize
any of those men?

I didn't get a good look.

♪♪

But one of them was tall and...

was kind of bald-headed.

I heard Emmett Till was seen
in the back of a truck

with two Negro men.

Did you see any of them?

No.

But I know someone over
at the Shurden place.

Name's Willie Reed.

He saw that boy.

And those other men, too.

Only he says there was
three of them in the back.

Three men were with Emmett?

♪♪

Where can I find
Willie Reed?

I don't know.

He went missing
a couple of days ago,

and ain't nobody seen him since.

♪♪

NEWS ANNOUNCER: Jury selection
began yesterday in the trial

against J.W. Milam
and Roy Bryant --

the two men accused of killing
14-year-old Negro Emmett Till.

Noticeably missing
was Mamie Bradley,

mother of the alleged victim,

but the courtroom was packed
with spectators.

Many Mississippi locals
complained about

the level of publicity
this case has drawn

and what some believe has been
an unfair portrayal

of their region.

This trial comes at a time

when racial tensions continue
to escalate in the area,

as several Negro activists were
shot dead in recent months

with no arrests made.

The discovery of the body
alleged to be Till

has set off a series
of protest rallies

led by the NAACP.

At one event held in Chicago,

Mamie Bradley reportedly
referred to Mississippi

as a "den of snakes."

Yeah, we were out there
half the night.

I was just about ready
to give up,

but the Chief here
managed to track down

Willie Reed's grandfather
and get him to talk.

Turns out he was on the
plantation that morning, too.

Said he heard
sounds of beating

coming from the shed,

and someone screamin'.

But did he actually
lay eyes on Emmett?

No. Apparently, the only one
who did was Willie Reed,

and I got the sense
from the grandfather

that Willie's hiding out
'cause he's too scared to talk.

So, Bryant and Milam had
at least two white accomplices,

one who fits the description

-of Milam's brother.
-Mm-hmm.

And I'd wager that
two of the Negro men

who were in the back
of the truck

are the same fellas
I heard about

at the dance hall --

"Too Tight"
and Henry Lee Loggins.

Yeah, one of them
has to be the third man

who went with Bryant and Milam
to Mose Wright's.

So, where are they?

Well, either they're
hiding out like Willie Reed

or someone's
keeping them quiet.

We don't have enough evidence
to place Emmett

at that plantation
without any of them.

But we do have enough
to take this public,

call for further investigation.

This is our last chance
to get this case

moved out of
Tallahatchie County

and out of Sheriff Strider's
jurisdiction.

-Then let's run the story.
-DR. HOWARD: No.

If we go to press now,

we put those witnesses' lives
in jeopardy.

No, we have to get them
to safety first.

And how can we protect them
if we can't even find them?

If jury selection wraps up
this morning as scheduled,

they'll begin hearing testimony,

and we won't be able to
introduce any new evidence.

Which is why we need
the authorities.

They have the resources
to find those witnesses

and finish what we started.

Or make it all disappear.

Exactly.

Sheriff Strider wants this case,

and he won't let it leave
this county without a fight.

He's dirty and connected.

We have to be careful
who we involve.

What about Chatham?

By all appearances,
he's putting in the work --

a good-faith effort.

Think we can trust him?

Maybe.

And his associate,
Robert Smith --

uh, he's former FBI.

RUBY: [clicks tongue]
It doesn't matter who we go to.

They're not gon' listen to us.

On a good day, they see us
as outside agitators

with no business
in local affairs.

On every other day,
we're just a bunch

of uppity Negroes
causing trouble.

You got a better idea?

What if Chatham learns
about the witnesses

from someone else?

Someone who can
hold him accountable.

Someone white.

Yeah, and he would have no
choice but to take it seriously.

Question is...

who can we trust
with something this big?

♪♪

[indistinct conversations]

MAN: Hey, there she is.

-MAN #2: Hey!
-MAN #3: Hey!

-Mrs. Bradley?
-MAN #4: Mamie!

-MAN #5: Mrs. Bradley?
-MAN #6: Mamie, over here!

MAN #7: Mamie,
what evidence do you have

that's relevant
to the case?

Are you here
to seek revenge?

-MAN #8: Mrs. Bradley?
-MAN #9: Over here.

What do you intend
to do here today?

[reporters shouting]

I am here to answer
any questions that my --

that the a-attorneys may ask me
to answer to the best --

Do you have any evidence
bearing on this case?

I-I do know that this is my son.

How do you respond
to local citizens

who say a civilized mother

would never have put a child's
body on public display?

We've looked away
for too long.

Opening my son's casket
made it impossible

to ignore what really
goes on down here.

What about your son's father,
ma'am?

-MAN: Where is he?
-[cap guns firing]

[laughter]

Just keep moving.

♪♪

DEPUTY: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm gonna need
you boys to stop.

Hold your hands out
to the side.

It's okay.

Just wait for us over there.

DEPUTY: Come on.

[sighs] All right.

Come on.

♪♪

I'm fine.

Just wrinkled my good shirt,
that's all.

DEPUTY [sighs]:
All right, go ahead.

♪♪

[indistinct conversations]

♪♪

[flashbulbs snapping]

[sighs] Mr. Booker.

What a relief to see
a familiar face.

Mm.

My goodness,
it's hot in here.

It's supposed to be
95 degrees today,

and that's just outside.

Get your ice-cold sodas.

Don't worry.

We got plenty of water with us
at the press table.

Meet Ruby Hurley
from the NAACP.

[sighs] Mrs. Bradley.

Oh. [laughs]

You made it.

It is such an honor.
Thank you.

I-I must admit,
you're the first woman

I've met in the NAACP.

We are few, but fierce.

Well, I'd say so.

So, what is it that you do?

Oh, I'm the
Southeastern Director,

which basically means
I travel around

to the worst sections
of the country

raising hell
in the name of justice.

-[Ruby chuckles]
-Ruby leads an army of 35,000

and is probably the only one
to receive death threats

and marriage proposals
in equal measure.

It's a hazard of the job.

Sometimes you gotta
flip your hips

if you want to get people
to talk to you.

[chuckles] Well,
it's good to know

that women are a part
of the movement.

Oh, we're not just part of it.

We're essential to it.

And seeing you fighting
for your child

is gonna inspire other women
to do the same.

STRIDER: Mamie Bradley.

Nice of you to join us.

Your subpoena.

♪♪

You are now officially
a witness in this trial.

While you are here,
you will come under

all rules of Mississippi.

-STRIDER: Understood?
-Yes, sir.

♪♪

My God, they allow children
in the courtroom?

All rise.

-[flashbulb snaps]
-The court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge Swango
presiding.

Please be seated.

SWANGO: Thank you.

I would like to remind
the members of the press

that neither photography
nor sketching will be permitted

while this court's in session,

though it may resume
during recess.

Counsel, you may continue
jury selection.

Thank you, Your Honor.

-CHATHAM: Mr. Lay...
-[babbling]

CHATHAM: ...have you
ever contributed to either

Mr. Bryant or Mr. Milam's
defense fund?

♪♪

-[voices fade]
-LAY: Well, I might have...

might not have.

CHATHAM: Would you please tell
the court how you feel about...

CAROLYN:All right,
you be good now.

-Mind your granny.
-JOHN: You ready for some lunch?

MAMIE:
I don't know that I have much of an appetite after all that.

But I would like to find
the ladies' room.

The closest we could use is
over at James Griffin's Place --

the diner across town.

-We'll take you.
-Across town?

Meanwhile, there's
a "whites only" bathroom

on every floor
of the courthouse.

Even the defendants
get to use the one

in the judge's chambers.

RUBY: We'll have plenty
of time to grab lunch

then make it back to hear
testimony with time to spare.

I say it's a miracle
they found 12 men

who hadn't contributed
to the defense fund --

or at least admitted
to contributing.

They were a motley looking
bunch, weren't they?

-[chuckles]
-Well, let's just hope

Mr. Chatham selected a few
jurors with enough good sense

-to distinguish truth from lies.
-Yeah.

SIDNEY: Why, it was just
a few years ago,

J.W. Milam saved
a little Negro girl

from drowning
in the Tallahatchie River.

He has loaned his own car
to his workers on --

on several occasions,
and once even rushed one

to the hospital when
he'd slashed a vein.

Now, these are not
the actions of a man

with racial hatred
in his heart.

Mr. Milam is loved by all
the Negroes in his community.

[sighs]

♪♪

That sheriff has his deputies

frisk the family of the victim
this morning,

then has the gall
to eat lunch with them?

As if they're just
a couple of old pals?

Try not to focus on them.

But how can I ignore it?

There is nothing
for me to do here

except sit still and watch

and wait.

Oh, God. Maybe if y'all
could just catch me up

on what you've been working on,
I-I could be of help somehow.

There must be something
I can do.

You showed up.

I know that wasn't easy.

And it won't be
any easier tomorrow

or the next day,
but it matters.

It really does.

So just keep showing up.

♪♪

PACKTON: Mr. Chatham, Mr. Smith.
Y'all have a moment?

I'm sorry, son, but we won't
be making any statements

-to the press at this time.
-I'm not looking for anything.

I have something
for you.

From Dr. Howard.

Well, I can't imagine
what he'd have for me.

Witnesses.

He's found at least three
who saw Emmett Till

on the morning of his death,

can identify the location
where he was taken --

where his murder
likely occurred.

And they can even place
the defendants there

and confirm they
did not act alone.

Where are these people?

Dr. Howard and his team
will disclose their identities

as soon as they receive
assurances from law enforcement

that they'll be brought in
safely to testify.

But they're gonna need you to
reach out to trusted officials.

No Strider.
Understood.

There's more to it
than that.

According to
these witnesses,

Till was likely killed
on a plantation

in Sunflower County.

Well, if that's true,
we'll have to forfeit this case

over to their District Attorney.

Sanders is chomping
at the bit.

[chuckles] I thought
you might be relieved

to have it off your plate.

It's a tough case.

The kind that legacies
are made from.

Well, it wouldn't be
much of a legacy

if you lost, would it?

Without these witnesses,
that's a strong possibility.

♪♪

BAILIFF: All rise.

♪♪

Court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge Swango
presiding.

You may be seated.

SWANGO:
Court will now hear the case

of the State of Mississippi vs.
Roy Bryant and J.W. Milam.

Both sides present,
ready for testimony?

Ready for the defense,
Your Honor.

Your Honor, I'd like
to request a continuance.

[spectators murmuring]

[gavel bangs]

We're about to begin
testimony, Mr. Chatham.

What cause do you have
for delay?

Your Honor, moments ago,
our office was informed

of the existence
of several witnesses

previously unknown to us --

witnesses who could
provide evidence

that could change
the course --

if not the very nature --
of these proceedings.

-[spectators groan]
-I need order in this court.

SWANGO: Please remain quiet

while we discuss
this matter further.

Uh, t-the defense has
not been made aware

of any new witnesses,

and we move to exclude
any additional testimony

and that we continue
with the proceedings

without undue delay.

Court finds the state's
position reasonable.

Continuance is granted.

Witness testimony will begin
tomorrow morning.

Court is adjourned for
the remainder of the day.

[indistinct conversations]

You knew?

We wanted to tell you, but we
weren't sure how it'd pan out.

We didn't want
to get your hopes up

till Medgar here
gave us the all-clear.

Well, tell me now.

Well, we found some
local plantation workers

who either saw or heard Emmett

on the morning
of his disappearance.

They heard him?

Tell me.

What did they hear?

Your son crying out.

RUBY: They wanted to help.

They just didn't see
how they could.

And it won't be easy to hear
what they have to say,

but if we can get this case
moved to Sunflower County,

we are one step closer
to justice for your son.

I hope you're right.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I think I've had enough
for today.

Um, I'd like to settle in
at Dr. Howard's.

[laughter]

Okay, okay.
All right.

[The Cosmic Rays with Sun Ra
and Arkestra's "Dreaming" plays]

-MAN:♪ Dreaming♪
-MAN #2:♪ Dreaming♪

-MAN:♪ Dreaming♪
-MAN #2:♪ Dreaming♪

MAN:♪ Here I am
dreaming again♪

MAN #2:♪ Here I am
dreaming again♪

-MAN:♪ Dreaming♪
-MAN #2:♪ Dreaming♪

-MAN:♪ Dreaming♪
-MAN #2:♪ Just dreaming♪

MAN:
♪ I'm in a deep dream again♪

MAN #2:
♪ I'm in a deep dream again♪

-MAN:♪ Sleeping♪
-MAN #2:♪ Sleeping♪

MAN:♪ Just a-sleeping♪

♪ It's time for me to wake up♪

♪ For no matter how I dream♪

♪ It always makes me cry♪

Welcome to Mound Bayou.

[engine turns off]

Thank you.

[chuckles]

It is a pleasure to finally
meet you, Mrs. Bradley.

Thank you for opening
your home to us.

I am very grateful.

Ah, Mr. Mooty.

It's a real
honor, sir.

Ah, Mr. Carthan.

[chuckles]
Show these gentlemen

to their rooms, will you?

I'm going to give
Mrs. Bradley here

the VIP tour.

[laughs]

Wow.

Did I see a pool
on my way out here?

Oh, indeed, you did.

Where else are our children
going to swim?

-[laughs]
-Everything in our community

is meant to enrich
its people.

Even our hospital employs
an all-Negro staff,

so when one of us is sick,

we can enter through
the front door,

and we can do so knowing

that we'll be heard
and counseled by someone

that can see our pain
and acknowledge it.

And you are
the chief of surgery.

-Yes.
-My goodness.

I didn't even think a thing
like that was possible.

It wasn't.

Until it was, huh?

Until you made it so?

[chuckling]
Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, I can't take
the credit, no.

Mound Bayou was founded
out of necessity

by Isaiah Montgomery
and Benjamin Green.

Now, both men had been enslaved,

and as soon as they were
free and capable,

they recruited
the best of their people

and turned this town into
a self-reliant community.

-A safe haven.
-Absolutely.

Well, the settlers had
spent their entire lives

building up this land
for white folks.

They decided it was time
they built something

for themselves, huh?

[laughs]

68 years later,
I am humbled

to play a small role
in its continued growth.

It's wonderful --
all of it.

Since I crossed
the state line,

I've been made to feel
like a fugitive.

I feel like I've been
holding my breath for days.

I know the feeling well.

Thank you for giving me a space
where I can breathe.

Of course.

And if there's anything
else I can do

to make you feel more at home,
you just let me know, huh?

There you are.

I'll have our cook
whip up something fine

and Southern for supper
at around 6:30.

[chuckles]

Dr. Howard.

You're the freest Black man
I've ever met.

You could live anywhere.

Why don't you move up North?

That pool...

those children,
this community --

these are my people,

and there is far too much work
to do down here.

If I leave Mississippi...

...I leave them behind.

♪♪

SANDERS: Willie Reed?

You're a hard one
to find.

My name is Mr. Sanders,
and I'm a District Attorney

in Sunflower County.

And I heard you know something
about that Chicago boy.

The boy from the papers?

No, I don--
I don't know nothing, sir.

Willie, these men here
just spent half a day

trying to track you down.

Now, I know you're not
gonna waste our time.

Well, I-I think I seen him

on the back of some truck.

Whereabouts?

Down by the Sturdivant property.
Sir.

That confirms it.

If all goes
as it should,

we'll be taking over
from Tallahatchie County

and you'll be called in
as a witness for the state.

Now, you understand
what that means?

Yes, sir.

Now, normally,
we'd be taking you in

to give your
official statement,

but we know tensions
are a little hot

right now amongst the Negroes.

So we've worked out a deal
with that doctor fella

down in Mound Bayou.

You heard of him?

Dr. Howard.
Yes, sir.

Well, he's offered up
his home if you feel

the need for protection
during the trial.

Well, what about
after the trial, sir?

What are we supposed
to do then?

Leave the questions
to me.

Now, we're asking you to meet
out there at his place

at 6:00 tonight
to give your statement,

and we're asking you
to come willingly.

But we're not
gonna ask twice.

♪♪

SANDERS: Mighty fine place
you have here, Dr. Howard.

I admit --

never seen a Negro
in such a home before.

Not legally, anyway.

[chuckles]

I think the folks
at the tax board

must share your astonishment,

considering how many times
I've been audited.

But rest assured, gentlemen --

it all checks out.

♪♪

It's been nearly an hour.

[sighs] I don't think
they're coming.

If we had taken them
into custody,

this would've been
a whole lot simpler.

If you had taken them
into custody,

they never would've felt
safe enough to tell the truth

the way they did with us.

Do I need to remind you folks
our boys tracked down

the witnesses
y'all failed to locate?

You tracked them down
by threatening

and intimidating the community

that was trying
to keep them safe,

and the only reason
they are not here now

is because you and your posse

scared the living daylights
out of everyone.

All the locals are saying
they thought you were FBI.

She goes on talking
this way to me,

we're gonna have a problem.

♪♪

DR. HOWARD: Enough!

♪♪

We all want the same thing here,
don't we?

♪♪

We want these witnesses to talk.

We want the best possible chance
at a fair trial down here.

And you, Sheriff Smith?

The same thing.

And we want the trial moved out
of Strider's jurisdiction.

Then I'd say the answer
to my question is yes, correct?

If the law says
the case is mine,

then I want to win --
simple as that.

Well, in order to win,
you need these witnesses

to come forward.

He's right, Stanny.

These witnesses have
a story to tell,

and we just need to make them
feel safe enough to tell it.

And I think working together
is the best chance we've got.

Even if it takes all night.

♪♪

RUBY: Mandy, d--

Please, ma'am.

I was wrong about
what I said before, ma'am.

I got confused.

B-But I didn't see nothing,
I swear.

[stammers]

Just give us a minute, please.

♪♪

Look, I said something to you
before that's been nagging me.

I said that
if you spoke up,

you'd be risking
your livelihood.

Well, that was a-a stupid
thing for me to say,

and I apologize, because
we both know damn well

that you'd be risking a whole
hell of a lot more than that.

You'd be risking your life
to testify.

I just want to keep
my family safe.

I know, I know.

And I promise you, they will be.

We have all the resources
of the NAACP

and Dr. Howard to protect you --

and not just during the trial,

but afterwards, too.

I-I can't just
leave my granddaddy.

Well, he could go with you.

A-And Dr. Howard will provide
financial assistance

until you can both
get on your feet up there.

We don't need
no handout.

Never have.
I work hard.

So does my grandson.

He's just starting
to make his own way.

So why would he want
to throw all that away

by talking in court
about somethin'

that ain't none
of his business anyhow?

Because if he speaks up
about what he saw,

he can help change the way
things go around here for us.

MEDGAR: And you'll both be free
to start again in Chicago.

Free to make
a better life

where you aren't
living like slaves.

Ain't nothin' wrong with
the life we got here now.

A life where you can't
speak the truth

for fear of what will
happen to you after?

What kind of life
is that?

Now, I am telling you,
there is a better way,

but it has to start
with all of us.

Come in.

-Oh.
-[both chuckle]

I hear you missed dinner.
Is everything okay?

Oh, I apologize.

Time slipped away, I suppose.

It's my fault.

I-I should've sent someone
to check on you.

It's been hard to get away
with all of the excitement

trying to track down
those witnesses.

Any progress?

We shall see
in the morning.

I hope I haven't
come off as rude.

It's just, every time
I try to leave,

the sky keeps
pulling me back in.

It's not like this
in Chicago.

-DR. HOWARD: Hmm.
-So many stars.

DR. HOWARD: Yeah.

It makes me wonder if Emmett
had a chance to see them.

♪♪

I want to believe he did.

Sounds like you're having
a hard time, though --

believing.

I am.

And I'm ashamed to say
that when I got here,

I was angry at my Uncle Mose.

I-I --
I couldn't say it,

but I-I felt it
in the pit of my stomach,

for him promising
to give Emmett

the summer camp experience.

And now?

The anger's gone.

I just -- I feel
so sorry for him,

because he believed.

He really thought he could
give that to my boy.

Do you think it's possible

for a Black boy in Mississippi
to see the stars?

Well, if I didn't, I wouldn't
be fighting like I do.

Fighting so that
the next generation

can live without fear and...

be fully human.

♪♪

And see the stars.

But what about now?

Are men like Uncle Mose

supposed to keep
living by the code?

Suppressing their emotions
to get by?

I mean, that's
no kind of life.

Well, that's the life
he's always known.

I don't know.

♪♪

Maybe white folks
down here...

don't think
we have feelings.

If they did, how could they
treat us like they do?

Mamie.

You are showing them
that we do feel --

that we hurt like them,
that we love like them.

You opened that casket
so they'd see your pain.

You showed up

so they could see your love.

And what if
they're blind to it?

You have more faith
than that.

I used to think so.

But the "code" will
serve Uncle Mose

on the stand tomorrow.

He will fall in line.

I don't suppose every
Black man down here

could be as brave as you are,
Dr. Howard.

My means
have afforded me

the privilege

of raising hell.

But I assure you,
Mrs. Bradley,

any witness who takes
that stand tomorrow

is doing so knowing
that they are putting

everything on the line.

♪♪

Courage looks different
on every man.

[indistinct conversations]

♪♪

Oh, excuse me,
young man.

-S-Sorry, ma'am.
-That's quite all right.

♪♪

I didn't see her.
I'm sorry.

It's okay, Simmy.

♪♪

It's okay, son.

If they call me,
what are they gon' ask?

What you saw that night
they took Bobo -- that's all.

After I tell them,
can I come home?

When are things
gonna go back?

They're not going back, son.

[indistinct conversations]

♪♪

[sighs] They've been
in there for ages.

Chatham has to clear
each witness with the judge

and the defense before
they can be admitted.

Hopefully, they're just
being thorough.

[door opens]

♪♪

[door closes]

The court has made
a decision.

The state will be permitted
to call on these new witnesses

to present their testimony
to the jury tomorrow.

[indistinct conversations]

But the trial will
remain in Sumner.

[indistinct conversations]

I guess we're stuck
with Sheriff Strider.

Why isn't the trial moving?

I can only assume that
the judge didn't believe

there was enough
evidence to prove

that the murder occurred
on that plantation.

But he's allowing them
to testify.

Doesn't that mean
he finds them credible?

He, uh, might find it credible

that Emmett was brought there,

but what actually
happened there

might require
more convincing.

Either way, the fact
that the jury will get

to hear from them at all
is still a big victory for us.

[gavel bangs]

SWANGO: This court
is now in session.

The state may call
its first witness.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The state would like to call
to the stand Mose Wright.

[indistinct conversations]

[door opens]

♪♪

It was August 28th...

at about 2:00
in the morning.

I woke up and heard someone
at the front door saying,

"Preacher, Preacher."

And when I got there,
I asked who it was.

He said,
"This is Mr. Bryant,

and I want to talk to you
and that boy."

What did you do?

Well, I got up,

opened the door...

and...

Mr. Milam
was standing there

with a pistol
in his right hand

and a flashlight
in his left hand.

Now, I want you
to stop right there

for a minute, Uncle Mose.

I want you
to point out Mr. Milam

if you can see him
in here.

There he is.

[spectators murmuring]

And do you see
Mr. Bryant in here?

CHATHAM: Now...

after you opened the door,

what happened next?

UNCLE MOSE: Well,
Mr. Milam said,

"I want that boy that done all
the talkin' down at Money."

CHATHAM: And what did you do?

We went to a bedroom,

and we found Emmett and Simeon
in there.

And, uh, Mr. Milam
told him to get up,

so they got up and dressed,
and they started out.

And what happened
after that?

Mr. Milam asked me,
"How old are you?"

I said 64.

He said, "Well...if you know

any of us here tonight,

then you will never live
to get to be 65."

[spectators murmuring]

And then, did they leave
your house with Emmett Till?

Yes, sir.

CHATHAM: What, if anything,
did you see

when Mr. Milam and Mr. Bryant

took Emmett out
in front of your house?

I saw a truck headed off
toward Money.

CHATHAM: Before Mr. Milam
and Mr. Bryant

got to the truck
with Emmett Till,

did you hear them
make any statement

or ask anyone
any question?

UNCLE MOSE: I sure did.

They asked
if this is the boy,

and someone said yes.

CHATHAM: Hmm.

Was that a man's voice
you heard,

or a lady's voice you heard?

UNCLE MOSE: Well, i-it seemed
lighter than a man's voice.

CHATHAM: Did you say it seemed
like a louder voice?

Lighter.
Lighter voice.

Now, I want you to tell
the court and the jury,

when was the next time --

after Emmett Till was taken
from your house --

that you saw either him
or his body?

I saw his body when he was
taken out of the river.

CHATHAM: I want you
to tell the jury

whether or not you could
tell whose body it was.

UNCLE MOSE: Yes, sir.

It was Emmett Till.

[spectators murmuring]

CHATHAM: Now, when you
first saw the body,

did you notice whether or not

the undertaker took a ring
off of Emmett's finger?

Yes, sir, he sure did.

CHATHAM: Is this the ring that
the undertaker took off

of Emmett's finger
that morning?

Yes, sir, it is.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Mose, when the two men came
to your house that night,

as you say, was anybody else
with them at that time?

Yes, sir.

There was a man who stood
by the screen door.

BRELAND: And how
was he standing?

[stammers] He was, uh, standin'
kind of with his --

his head down,
like this here -- peering.

He was trying to hide,
it looked like.

In other words, you think
he was trying to hide

to keep you
from seeing him?

UNCLE MOSE: Yes, sir,
that's right.

And I believe you said
before that you thought

he was a colored man.

-Is that right?
-Yes, sir.

He -- He acted
like a colored man.

[laughter]

Now, you say Mr. Milam
had a flashlight in his hand.

Where was that
flashlight pointed?

It was out like this
at me.

And, uh, did you ever have
any lights turned on

in your house while
those men were in there?

-No, sir.
-BRELAND: Hmm.

And did Mr. Milam ever shine
the light in his own face?

No, but I could see
from the light.

You know how it will shine out
from the side like that?

BRELAND: Ah.

Mose, uh, y-you talked to me
over at my office last week,

-is that right?
-That's right.

Is it a fact, Mose,
that on that day

you told me and my colleagues
that you thought

this was Mr. Milam
in your house that night

because he was a big man
with a bald head?

That's right, sir.

BRELAND: And the first time
that you ever saw him

was when they came into
this courtroom,

isn't that right?

No, I-I-I knew them
from that night, sir.

But the only reason
you say you know him now

because the man at your house
had a bald head,

isn't that right?

No, I-I-I knowed his face
a-and his stature.

I knowed his face just like
I see him sitting there now.

You changed your story,
haven't you?

They was at my house.

No, the only thing
you saw at your house,

the only man you saw was
bald-headed, isn't that right?

Well...

no.

I-I mean,
yes, that's right.

And isn't it a fact
that you told me

and these other gentlemen here

that you saw Mr. Milam
in the newspaper

before you
saw him in the courtroom?

I don't remember
saying that.

Do you deny
saying that to me?

-I don't remember.
-[Breland clears throat]

Mose, did you ever see the light
shining in the face

of the man you say
identified himself

as Mr. Bryant that night?

No, sir.

Had you ever seen him
before that?

Not to know him.

Have you ever
been in his store?

UNCLE MOSE: I never have.

And the first time
you ever saw Mr. Bryant

was in the courtroom
this week, wasn't it?

The first time I ever saw
his face, that's right.

BRELAND: Now, Mose,
the only reason

you identified
that man as Mr. Bryant

is due to the fact that he said
he was Mr. Bryant.

Isn't that right?

That's right.

Now, let's, uh --
let's go on up there...

...to the morning
on the river, Mose.

Isn't it a fact that you
only identified the body

as that of Emmett Till's

because it didn't have
any whiskers?

And so you figured it was
the body of a child,

and since Emmett
had gone missing,

you just assumed it was him.

I never mentioned
no missing.

Mose, do you deny that
you made this statement?

No, I did not say it.

You did not make that statement?

No! I did not make it!

♪♪

I'm so sorry.

They got me so flustered
up there.

-Made a fool of me.
-Don't apologize.

-Mamie?
-For anything.

They're not gonna call
Simmy to testify.

Did Mr. Chatham say why
he changed his mind?

No, and I-I know
I shouldn't be relieved, but...

if they'd gone at him the way
they went at me,

I'd have full-out lost it.

They tried to tear you down
and keep you small.

That could've broken any man,

but it didn't break you.

Not today.

Not in the 60-somethin' years
leading up to this day.

[Uncle Mose chuckles]

When you stood up to them,
you stood up for Emmett.

What you did in there
took courage.

Well, I spent my whole life
with my head down,

only looking up
when I was talking to God.

But I'm starting to think

that the sky is
just too beautiful

not to keep my head up.

♪♪

It ain't easy looking up.

I know.

I know that now.

I do.

I'm gonna try.

♪♪

You promise me...

that you do the same when you
up there on that stand tomorrow.

You hear me?

I'll try.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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