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Same time again
next week?

Yeah.

John.

Hardy.

Howdy boys.

- Thank you, Sheriff.
- How you doing?

Good, good.

You boys better take
the Carrollton Road.

State Alcohol's got their
eyes on the Newnan Pass.

I'll see you
boys later.

Okay, Sheriff,
thank you.

I need a ride
to services.

Well, now John,
I got this nigger out there in the car.

He's the one that's been
siphoning gas on the farm tanks.

Told me when I caught
him to bring him to you.

Take him
out of there.

Get out
of there, boy.

Take the cuffs
off of him.

Put your thievin' hands
up against that door jamb.

Mr. Wallace,
I didn't do it.

Put 'em up there.

Please, Mr. Wallace.

* Onward Christian soldiers,
marching as to war

* With the cross of
Jesus going on before *

Well, good mornin'
everybody.

John Wallace.

Missed your voice in
choir this morning.

My apologies, Reverend,
but the ox was in the ditch.

However, I heard that
you'd be making an appeal

for the new pews
this morning,

and I, I didn't wanna
neglect my Christian duty,

so I'll send over some of my
field hands to do the labor.

John,
I can't say there's a more charitable man

in all of Meriwether.

Thank you,
Reverend, thank you.

Service was good this
morning, I bet, wasn't it?

Hi there, hi there.

Federal agents!
Hands in the air!

Robert Lee, I swear
you 'bout half rabbit.

I am, and you, you
'bout half crazy.

Crazy? Oh yeah,
I'm crazy alright.

Looky here, see
how crazy I am.

Where'd you get that?

Running my share of this
shine, all 20 gallons.

Mr. Wallace said not to
run no shine for a while.

Sheriff Collier told
him that the revenuers

was laying for us.

Oh, they was, they was.

Had that highway
all staked out.

I just did me a little heel
and toe on the floorboards,

got my new truck
to kickin' dust.

Had them laws fishtailin'
every which a way.

Mr. Wallace said
not to run no shine.

Mr. Wallace ain't
got no sick baby,

and no pregnant
wife neither.

Well...

See you made yourself
a little money, Wilson.

I heard you did
some fancy drivin'.

Yes sir,
I believe I did.

Yeah, I guess so.

I seen that Revenuer
car this mornin',

belly up in that drainage ditch,
wheels still a spinnin'.

Hand it over, son.

Mr. Wallace, that
was my share I run.

No, your share is
setting right there.

Seem like you took
the wrong bottles.

That's what happens when you
don't check with me first.

Give it on up.

I need this money.

Got bold, boy.

You got greedy.

New truck,
store bought clothes for your wife,

runnin' to the
doctor every time

your baby gets a
little bit sick.

You startin' to act
like you was somebody.

I don't need that
around here.

I want you
off my land.

But I got crops
in the field.

The crops are
in MY field.

Now get.

John Wallace owes me.

Well, Mr. Wallace,
your prized Guernsey just got stole.

Let's see you
swallow that.

What are you
gonna do?

Little pasture over in Carrollton,
way back in the woods.

Keep her there until
I find me a buyer.

Wilson, I helped you
'cause you're my sister's husband

and you need the money,
but messing like this with John Wallace,

I don't think I wanna be
around you for awhile.

Easy there, girl.

Got a man who's gonna
pay cash money for you.

You busted, son.

Sheriff Threadgill.

Uh, you're not taking me
back to Meriwether are ya?

You're not handing me over
to Sheriff Collier are ya?

You're in my
custody, cow thief,

and you ain't going nowhere
but Carrollton jail.

Yes sir, Sheriff.

Yes sir.

Turner, get up.

You're being transferred
to Meriwether.

What for?

'Cause that's where you stole the
cow and they've got jurisdiction.

Sheriff Collier
brought the warrant.

No, Sheriff, you
can't let them take me!

That's John Wallace,
Collier's one of his boys!

Wallace'll kill me!
Collier'll let him!

Please God, don't
let 'em take me!

Wallace'll kill me!

Thank you, Sheriff.

Supper.

I don't want my supper,
I want my phone call.

Ain't had one since
I been arrested.

Sheriff says you
don't get no phone call.

Look, my wife
don't know I'm here.

Nobody knows I'm here.

Let me just send a note
or somethin', please.

You don't eat that
supper, it's gonna

sit right there and
be your breakfast.

Hey! Hey, lady!

My name is
Wilson Turner.

I've got relatives
in Carrollton.

Uh, Tommy Windham,
Millard Rigsby.

Tell 'em I'm here,
have 'em get my wife.

No, wait,
they'll pay ya.

Tell 'em I said
they'll pay ya.

Please, lady!

Tell somebody about me!

What are you doing?

Turnin' you loose.

How come?

Somethin' about
lack of evidence.

Sheriff said to let you
out at straight up 12.

How come 12 o'clock?

Where is the Sheriff?

Are you goin'
or stayin'?

I got errands.

Your truck's out front.

Hey, I had a full
tank of gas in here.

Y'all been
joyridin' or what?

Afternoon,
Mr. Wallace.

Guess Sheriff Collier
told ya, been released.

No, boy,
you wrong again.

You ain't
been released.

You escapin'.

Stupid Collier,
was supposed to empty that tank.

Too excited, you
can't hit nothin'.

You don't catch
him, I'll shoot you.

We been seen.

Keep goin'.

We just
entered Coweta County.

Keep goin'.

But John, this is Lamar Potts' county.
- Keep goin'!

Help me! Help!

Don't let him kill me!

Stop it! Don't
kill him! Stop it!

What are you
boys doin'?

Escaped criminal,
wanted for murder.

Wait, stop!
Help me!

Why don't you
just handcuff him?

Why don't you mind
your own damn business?

What we gonna do?

I'm gonna call
Sheriff Potts.

Irene,
you do make a world beatin' cheeseburger.

Glad you like it, J.H.

Want some of these?

Hey, J.H., I've been
noticin' Berryman Brown.

His britches are gettin'
tight and his pride is sufferin'.

I want you to buy him a new pair.
Take 'em out to his mama.

Don't tell her where
they came from.

Size 12?

14, he's
still growin'.

Lamar.

Hey, Otwell.

We just got a call from
the Sunset Tourist Camp.

They think they
seen a killin'.

Where you goin'?

Well, we might have
ourselves a murder.

No, no, need you
around the office.

Stay on the phone,
might be somethin' comin' in.

And I'd like you to try
to get those britches

for that boy today.

I'll drive.

He was just a
little fella, Sheriff.

No more than
130 pounds.

And the way they
kept beatin' on him.

One of 'em had a
fancy pearl handle gun.

I never saw nobody so mean
and hateful in all my life.

And then the
gun went off.

Was he shot?

No, he hit him on the
head with the barrel.

Cracked him
in the skull.

And then he fell
and didn't move.

He was dead, Sheriff,
he had to be dead.

I'm sorry Mr. Wilson,
it's all over now.

Would you see
Mr. Wilson home?

I'll be glad to.

I got half a license number
on that tan four-door

and description
of the assailants,

and the witnesses are inside
whenever you wanna talk to 'em.

How 'bout the truck?

Well, license frame said
Lagrange Motor Company

so I called 'em up and it's
registered to a Wilson Turner.

He's a tenant farmer over
on John Wallace's place.

And Lamar, the feller
who did the killin',

well, he sounds an awful
lot like John Wallace.

He got as far
as he was goin'.

Run those chase car
numbers through Atlanta,

crosscheck 'em against
the local registries.

Send some of your boys by Turner's house,
ask around,

see if maybe he
shows up somewhere.

He might
still be alive.

Lamar, John Wallace...
he just about owns Meriwether County.

This ain't Meriwether.

Lamar,
them license numbers came back from Atlanta.

They belong to
Herring Sivell.

Wasn't he indicted
on murder a while back?

Killed a man over a poker game,
shot him in the back.

Five witnesses,
Wallace got him off.

Any sign of Turner?

No, but guess where he was right
before Wallace got ahold of him.

Where?

How 'bout Sheriff
Hardy Collier's jail?

Let's go.

Lamar, can I
drive this time?

Wilson Turner was released
at 12 noon yesterday.

Guilty as sin.
Didn't have enough evidence to hold him.

Release paper's
right here.

The assailant said somethin'
about an escaped criminal.

Well, that's nonsense as
you can see right there.

Accused of stealing
one of Wallace's cows.

Well, we got
the cow back.

There really wasn't
no harm done.

I'd like to talk to
Wallace and Sivell.

Now, John Wallace didn't have nothin'
to do with no killin'.

We're not sure
anybody's dead yet.

Well, whatever.

John was here with me
yesterday eatin' lunch.

Matter of fact, we
had my favorite.

Hamsteak and okra.

That right?

Yes sir.

We talked about livestock,
price of feed.

John must have stayed, yeah...
the radio said it was 2:30.

I walked him out to
his car, he got in it,

and headed west,
went on home.

You know where Wallace
might be right now?

Yes, sir, he's out
of town on business.

Now let me make something clear to you,
Collier.

I have jurisdiction
on this case

and I didn't come
here out of law,

I came here
out of manners.

Now, I want John Wallace
and Herring Sivell

brought to my office, and
I want you to bring 'em.

You want 'em so bad,
why don't you get 'em?

That's your job,
Sheriff.

Now you got until 9 AM
tomorrow mornin'.

"Release papers"
my hind end.

Turner was set up.

Well, let's
ask around.

Maybe we can find somebody
who saw what happened.

Miss Baker?

Mrs. Baker, I'm
Sheriff Lamar Potts

from over in Coweta County.
This is my brother J.H.

and we were wondering if maybe you
saw anything unusual yesterday

out there on the square,
sometime around noon.

This about that
Sunset killin'?

Possible killin',
yes ma'am.

I didn't
see anything.

You didn't see John
Wallace anywhere?

John Wallace is a fine
man, a Christian man.

He bought all new pews for
Reverend Wainwright's church.

Gave Widow Thompson a milkin'
cow when her old one died.

Built a new barn for Jake
Henley when his burnt down.

And I have to say,
I don't particularly appreciate outsiders

comin' around here meddlin'
in Mr. John Wallace's affairs.

Yes ma'am, thank
you for your time.

Seems that John Wallace
is a real generous soul.

John Wallace didn't
buy any pews or barns.

He bought people.

Alright, let her go.

Pull her out, Kay.

Come on, come on
Kay, take it up.

Come on, Kay
come on here.

Come on here, Kay,
come on here.

Pull it Kay,
pull it Kay.

Come on, like a
Missouri mule, Kay,

not a little cotton field mule.
Come up here, come up here Kay.

Don't back off. C'mon.

Hello, Hardy.

You look a little peaked
here. C'mon Kay!

That angina kicking
back up on you again?

Need to talk
to you, John.

Keep workin' with her, boys,
keep workin' with her.

Sheriff Potts paid me
a visit this mornin'.

Yeah? What'd he want?

What he wants is the man
who killed Wilson Turner.

Is that's what got
you so bothered?

Real bothered.

Well, Turner was nothin' but thievin',
weasely white trash.

What kind of man is gonna go breakin'
a sweat over the likes of him?

Lamar Potts.

The man was insolent,
stole from me.

I let him get away and every
dirt farmer I got's gonna

wanna start helpin'
himself to my possessions.

I had to kill Turner.
It's business.

Potts ought to
understand that.

He don't see things
that way, John.

Now, if you don't walk right,
Potts'll come at ya,

and he keeps comin'.

Hey, you remember
that field hand

that killed his wife and
chopped her legs off?

Now, Potts tracked him
all the way to Kansas

and yanked him out
of a wheat field.

That was a nigger.

It don't make no
difference to him, John.

I don't believe you know who you talkin'
to.

This is the Kingdom,
this is Meriwether.

Nobody around here gonna
say a word against me.

Except you didn't
kill him in Meriwether,

you killed him
across the line,

with eight Coweta witnesses
and a Sheriff that won't quit.

Now, I'm tellin' you John,
if Potts can find a nigger

in Kansas,
he can sure find white trash in a swamp.

Now I don't know, and I don't wanna
know where you dumped the body,

but wherever it is,

better be hid good.

I ain't goin'
in there.

Miss Mayhayley.

Who is it?

John Wallace.

Dogs, git!

Evenin',
Miss Mayhayley.

Well, you went ahead and killed him,
didn't ya?

Who told you that?

I have seen
the wicked,

spreading himself
like a green bay tree.

Evenin', Miss Sally.

I'd like a readin'.

What do you see?

Deep in the well.
Deep in the woods.

A body is lost.
But not for good.

What else do you see?

A man who is strong.
A man who is true.

A man who is just as
determined as you.

Will he find the body?

The steps of a righteous man
are ordered by the Lord,

and the evil shall go
down into the mire.

Will he find the body?

You encourage yourself
in an evil thing.

You accomplish
an evil thing.

God's arrows shall
bring you down.

Answer me, will
he find the body?

You shall be brought to
the pit of destruction.

Damn you,
you old witch!

And damnation be
unto you, John Wallace.

What'd she say?

Gibberish.

So what we
gonna do now?

State of Georgia calls
for a "corpus delicti".

They ain't no body,
they ain't no murder.

Potts is a tracker, now
he just might find it.

He can't find a body
if they ain't no body.

Get me out of here.

Yes, ma'am,
and when do you think he might be back?

Uh huh, would you
tell him we called?

Thank you, ma'am.

Well, Collier's out,
housekeeper doesn't know

where, for how long,
it's already 11:30.

He's duckin' us, Lamar.

Have Otwell meet us
here as soon as he can.

Jim Hillin too. I want
the GBI in on this.

I'm going to see
Judge Boykin,

get a search warrant
for Wallace's place.

We're through waiting.

That's
Wallace's house?

I thought he'd have
a big ol' mansion.

Wallace don't care
about looking powerful,

just bein' powerful.

Good afternoon.

Mrs. Wallace?

Yes.

Good afternoon,
Mrs. Wallace.

I'm Sheriff Lamar Potts.
This is J.C. Otwell,

Georgia State Police,
my brother J.H.,

and Jim Hillin, Georgia
Bureau of Investigation.

Gentlemen.

Mrs. Wallace,
I apologize for any intrusion,

but I'd like to speak
with your husband.

Oh, I'm afraid
he's not in, Sheriff.

He hasn't been home since
day before yesterday.

Do you know
where he is?

I have heard that he has
another who suits him better.

Do you like
flowers, Sheriff?

Yes ma'am, my
wife raises some.

She'd envy your
talent there.

I'm especially
proud of my geraniums.

They're such a brave
flower, don't you think?

Yes ma'am.

Mrs. Wallace, I know it
might be an inconvenience,

but I have a warrant
to search your house.

Search the house?

We'll be as
careful as we can.

Of course, Sheriff.

Somewhere around here.

I remember the clearing,
I remember these briar bushes.

What is it we supposed to be lookin' for,
Mr. Wallace?

An old abandoned well.

What's in the
well, Mr. Wallace?

Package.

What kind of package?

There's an old well
over there, Mr. Wallace.

Yeah, that's it.

That's it. Get those
boards off of there.

Hold it, hold it,
hold it.

I don't see nothin'
down there.

Drop that grappling hook on down there,
go ahead.

Go ahead, yeah.

Alright, fish around.

See if you can catch
ahold of anything.

Yeah...

Alright.

Give him a hand,
give him a hand.

Pull it on
out of there.

Come on pull,
everybody pull. Pull.

Come on.

His skull,
it's bust open.

Cut a pole.
We're movin' him.

Mr. Wallace, I don't
think I want to do that.

Somebody around here
asked you what you want?

Hey, Sheriff.
- Yeah.

Look here.

Hey... hold 'em
up like this.

Yeah, the blood line
runs from his shoulder,

down his back, across his
hip, even down the leg.

Evidently, he carried
Turner's body somewhere.

Slung over his
right shoulder.

Well, one thing's
for certain.

No man's gonna bleed
that much and live.

We got ourselves a
definite murder here.

We're all finished
now, Mrs. Wallace,

and I wanna thank you
for your cooperation.

I have freshly baked
tea cakes, Sheriff.

Perhaps you and your men would
care for some refreshments.

No, thank you ma'am.

We'll just be
on our way.

Goodbye, Sheriff.

Goodbye,
Mrs. Wallace.

Albert, Albert, why
don't we just quit?

Why don't we just
lay it down, go home?

Mr. Wallace killed this white
man over 50 dollars and a cow.

You still wanna
lay your burden down?

Who's out there?

This is Sheriff Lamar
Potts from over in Coweta.

I'm looking for
Mrs. Wilson Turner.

Did you say Coweta?

Yes sir.

That's Julia over
there, Sheriff.

You weren't easy
to find, Mrs. Turner.

Sheriff Threadgill
said you might be here

at your uncle's place.

Well, Sheriff, now,
we ain't hidin' from the law.

We just feel somethin'
awful might've happened to Wilson,

and we're afraid
whoever done it just

might not
be finished yet.

Yes sir,
I realize that.

Wilson didn't mean to
steal that cow, Sheriff.

He tried to find
honest work.

Mr. Wallace put out the
word, nobody'd hire him.

Mrs. Turner, I'm not
here to arrest anybody.

I ain't seen Wilson
for five days now.

I'm scared, Sheriff,
I'm real scared.

You ain't found
him, have ya?

No ma'am, but
I'm trying to.

Mrs. Turner, I wonder
if I could have a piece

of your
husband's clothing?

What for?

Our bloodhounds.

Lamar.

Hmm?

Are you alright?

Mm hmm.

I want him, J.H.

Wallace?

He ain't walkin'
away from this.

Lord... have
mercy on me.

Alright, Sheriff
Lamar Potts.

Come get me now.

You boys do
a good job.

Scrape it clean,
right down to the dirt.

When you're finished,
get back to the fields.

I got business
in Coweta.

- Yes sir, Mr. Wallace.
- Yes sir, Mr. Wallace.

You fellas are here kinda early this mornin'
aren't ya?

Yeah, didn't want to
miss nothin', Sheriff,

not with this
Wallace case on hand.

Me neither.

Good mornin'.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Hey, Luther, don't
you be cheatin' Woody.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Lamar, Wallace's
attorney just called

from Meriwether.
They're bringin' him in.

Here they come.

You ain't gonna believe
this, they drove over

in the chase car.

I wish you boys would
lighten it up a little.

I've seen brighter
faces at a train wreck.

Look at old Hardy, man's
about to pop a vein.

Now, John,
do me a favor.

Don't get brassy in there,
not with Sheriff Potts.

Just relax, counselor.
Everything's under control.

Sheriff Potts, this
is a real pleasure.

I've been wantin'
to meet you for quite a while.

Are these
your clothes?

That's right.

Wanna explain the
bloodstains on 'em?

Sure, I was
out ridin',

and I cut myself
on a briar.

See?

Otwell, bring in
Steve Smith.

Steve, is this the man you
saw beating Wilson Turner?

Yes sir.

That one too.
He drove the car.

Wallace, you
are under arrest

for the kidnapping and
murder of Wilson Turner.

Now
just a minute.

Murder? What murder?

Where's the body?

Man,
do you realize who it is you're handcuffin'?

I realize who
might be next.

Are you
Herring Sivell?

Yes sir.

Is that your car?

Yes sir.

Same charges.

Where's the body?

Now John, don't worry.
I'll see a judge, arrange bail.

Ain't gonna
be no bail.

That's not for
you to say.

There ain't gonna
be no bail.

Otwell, take 'em
to county jail.

Sheriff,
you're gonna be very embarrassed about this.

I'm impounding Sivell's
car for evidence.

If you men would
like a ride home,

I'll have one of my men take
you back to Meriwether.

We can arrange our own transportation,
thank you.

If I might
use your phone?

Help yourself.

Do the license
numbers check out?

It's the one that
ran Turner down.

Drove it right up
under our noses.

Blood all over.

You can see where they
tried to wash it out.

Not very hard,
I might add.

That's not all.

Look what Wallace
brought with him.

Still traces of blood
left on the cylinder.

We got enough
blood already,

what we need is the
body it came from.

Without that,
Wallace goes free.

Now, I want you to
organize a search posse

and ask any citizens
to help you with 'em.

And ask them to do it as
a personal favor to me.

If that's not enough,
tell 'em there's a 500 dollar reward.

Lamar.

Okay, I got 'em broke
down into teams.

Location captain for each,
command center in the field.

Everyone of them's here
'cause you asked for it.

Good.

Hello fellas.

There's a man who thinks
he's above the law.

Killed a fella
in our county.

Thinks he's gonna
get away with it.

We're gonna see that
he don't, alright?

Let's do it.

Lamar.

Elzie!

How you doin'?

Elzie Hancock.
What's an old revenuer

like you doin'
out here today?

You wanna foot race
around the block?

Fact is I called
for Elzie myself,

made a special request
to the Governor for him.

He ain't nothing
but the best tracker

in the state
of Georgia.

Hey, Elzie,
ain't you the one

gunned down Wallace's uncle,
old man Strickland?

Yeah, I laid for him by that
hundred horse still of his,

he went down firing,
took a piece out of my elbow.

I see you got your
raidin' clothes on there.

You want an
assignment?

Nah, I got some
ideas of my own.

Okay, well boys,
we best hit it.

Lamar, I know a thing
or two about the Kingdom.

Those kin of Wallace
don't mind shootin',

they don't care
who they shoot.

You stay sharp
out there.

Yes sir,
you do likewise.

That is some big
territory out there.

Any help from
Collier and his men?

No, deputies
are all busy.

Collier's in bed,
heart problems.

Meanin' he ain't
got the heart for it.

What else?

Well, there is
this one thing.

It seems that there's
this fortune teller

over in Heard County.
Her name is Mayhayley Lancaster.

Now, rumor has it that
Wallace sets a good deal

of store in her, pays
her an occasional visit.

Well, at least we know
he's superstitious.

Lamar Potts,
come in, Jim Hillin.

Yeah, Jim.

I got a gang
of road workers here.

They were out here
workin' last Tuesday,

almost got run
over by the chase.

Thing is, they said
they saw two cars

in pursuit and only
one car comin' back.

Sivell's tan four door,
it was the only one on the return.

Any ID on
the second car?

Not much, only that it
was an older dark model.

These boys were hittin'
the dirt when it flew by.

Ask around, see
if you can find out

who was driving it, Jim.

I'll try.

Folks around here ain't
real easy to converse with.

Well, do the
best you can.

Otwell, did you
get directions

on how to find that
Mayhayley Lancaster woman?

Well, yeah.

J.H., you're
in charge here.

Keep it going as long
as there's daylight.

Right.

Let's go.

Mayhayley Lancaster.

Who is it?

The law.

Who's
law? God's law?

I'm Sheriff Lamar
Potts, Coweta County.

Sergeant J.C. Otwell.

I can't be too
careful these days,

there's just too
much badness about.

I've been robbed
22 times.

Dogs, get!

This is my sister,
Sally Lancaster.

Miss Mayhayley, I
understand John Wallace

sometimes visits you.

He killed
Wilson Turner.

Did he
tell you that?

Well, he
didn't have to.

I am an oracle
of the ages.

So was I born
and so do I live.

Yes ma'am.

Well, we're looking for
Wilson Turner's body

and if there's any information
that you could give us...

Well, it's a
dollar and a dime.

A dollar and a
dime? What for?

Well, it's a dollar
for me, and then

it's a dime for
my dogs.

Yes ma'am.

Okay, alright,
over here.

Right here?

Right here.

I see four men,

three alive,

one not.

I see them moving.

Let destruction come
upon the evil one

and into his own
pit let him fall.

I see fire...
and water,

and fire...
and water.

I've told you
all I can.

Yes ma'am.
I appreciate it.

Hey Sheriff...

Blessed is the man
who pities the poor.

The Lord will deliver him
in his time of trouble.

How'd it go
with Mayhayley?

Oh, nothin' definite.

Any word on
that second car?

Well, if anybody's seen it,
they ain't talkin'.

What about the posse?

Well, we pulled
two bicycles

and a box spring mattress
out of Greenville Lake.

Euger Simpson got bit
reachin' in a hollow log.

Aside from that...

Well, get the men back out tomorrow,
as many as will go.

And tell Euger to watch
where he's reachin'.

Sheriff's Office.

Tom Strickland.

Uh oh, we got
the whole family.

That ain't no
reunion picnic.

I don't want a
bloodbath now.

Take off your guns and
leave 'em in the car.

Has he gone crazy?

The first one
that touches

one of my deputies,
I'm gonna kill him.

Now, I want
Tom Strickland.

You can bring him out,
or I'll go in after him.

We're all
Strickland's.

If you wanna take him,
you're gonna have to take us.

Well, that's
just fine with me.

All you gotta do
is stand in my way.

You
ain't takin' me.

Ya ain't takin' me.

You ain't takin'
me anyplace.

Ya ain't takin'
me to no jail.

I told ya,
I ain't goin'.

You in the Kingdom
now, Sheriff.

You know somethin',
Strickland?

I don't care about
your Kingdom.

You ain't takin'
me to no jail.

Stop him! Stop him!

Don't let him take me
out of the Kingdom.

Stop him! John
won't like this.

Jody, stop him!

Don't let him take
me to jail, stop him.

John! John, they're
gonna lock me up!

You gotta do
somethin', John!

Don't tell 'em nothin'!
Just keep your mouth shut!

You hear me?

Where're you
takin' me?

There's cells back there.

No, we got a
special place for you.

I don't need no
special place.

Put me in with John.

What're you gonna
do to me?

Let me out!

Well,
we've only covered a third of the territory.

And that's if he hid
it in the Kingdom.

We gotta keep goin'.

I can't hold Wallace
forever without evidence.

Well, we got enough to prosecute
kidnapping and assault.

He killed a man.
That's what he's gonna pay for.

Sheriff... that was County.
Tom Strickland broke.

He wants to talk.

Your cousin talked.

Gave us all the
details about him

and Henry Mobley
in that second car.

That right?

Uh-huh.

About how you waved
him off at Sunset,

how you come back by
with Turner's body,

transferred it
to Mobley's car,

took the back road
to your place,

stopped at your pasture
gap, slung Wilson Turner

over your shoulder and
walked off in the woods.

Well...

You have to
understand, Sheriff,

Tom Strickland's kind
of the family fool.

Little pressure and he's
liable to say anything.

I wouldn't get to
carried away with it.

What'd he say
about me?

Everything.

He didn't say I
killed nobody, did he?

I just done the drivin'.
I didn't kill nobody.

Shut up,
you stupid fool.

You 'member that
poker shootin'!

You 'member who
got you off?

You owe me.

But I didn't kill
Turner, you did that.

I'm not gonna
hang for you.

Shut up I said!

I don't know, John.

Looks like the Kingdom
is beginnin' to crumble.

It don't make no
difference what they say.

You still don't
have a body.

Sheriff, Elzie
just checked in.

He thinks he
found somethin'.

You remember Elzie
Hancock, don't you, John?

He's the one that
got your uncle.

Now, there's two sets
of shoe prints here

dug in rather deep.

You can even see
their nail marks

on the sole, trade
marks on the heel.

Now, either they was
two big men, or...

Or they was carrying
something heavy.

Probably carrying
it between 'em.

This second set follows almost
right on top of the first.

Now, look what happens when
the second man does swing out.

Brush between 'em
snapped off

about four feet
from the ground.

Whatever they was carryin'
was hangin' on a pole.

Two poachers
haulin' out a deer?

Would you bother to wrap a
deer in a burlap blanket?

Now, correct me if I'm wrong,
but that is burlap, isn't it?

There's also a set of mule
tracks up in the road

runnin' parallel
to the stream.

Somebody up there's
watchin' out.

Where's it all lead?

Well, trail starts
about a mile back,

ends just a little ways ahead comin'
out on the road.

Traffic's wiped out
the tracks from there.

That road leads straight
back to Wallace territory.

My guess is they brought the body here,
got rid of it,

went up on the road,
and walked back home.

Got rid of it where?

There. Weighted
it down, dumped it.

One of those
deep holes.

That Mayhayley woman did say somethin'
about water.

You're not gettin'
superstitious?

No, just eager.

Get some drag teams.

Lamar, we're
comin' up empty.

We might be cuttin'
ourselves short here.

Suppose they didn't just
dump it and go home.

Suppose they crossed
over and kept goin'.

Well, then we're
in a mess of trouble.

Ain't nothing over
there but mud and swamp,

suck a man up,
never give him back.

I think I'm gonna
take a little walk.

Well, you best take
some men with you.

No, keep 'em
on the stream.

Drag it every foot
of that trail.

Is it true what they said
about that 500 dollars?

It's true.

I've been wantin'
to talk to you.

First time you've been
out here by yourself.

I'm the one that called you and
gave you Strickland's name.

I appreciate that.
But the reward is for Turner's body.

You know who I am?

But you wouldn't go
tell nobody, would you?

Not if you
didn't want, no.

Now, you understand if I'm
seen anywhere near you...

I'll have somebody
else deliver the money.

Not to me.
Not in Meriwether.

To my folks over
there across the line.

You have my word.

Well, Wallace
burned the body.

Throwed it in a
liquor still pit, and

doused it with
shine and set it off.

Had two colored field
hands a helpin' him.

Albert Brooks and a feller
named Robert Lee Gates.

You could see them
flames for miles.

Albert and
Robert Lee?

They's back there
in the fields, workin'.

Thank you.

Now, Sheriff,
I want you to understand right now,

I just put my life
in your hands.

Come on.

Are you
Robert Lee Gates?

Yes sir.

You ready to talk
about burnin' that body?

Yes sir, I am.

We stacked the
wood three layers high.

Another'n on top.
Soaked it down with every drop we had.

Then Mr. Wallace
put the torch to it.

He had us come back
the next mornin'

with sugar sacks
and shovels.

Said make sure and
scrape it clean.

Yeah, well, you
sure done that.

What'd you do
with the ashes?

Took 'em down to the
stream, spilled 'em in.

Show me exactly where,
walk the same way.

You boys don't move,
don't disturb anything.

Elzie.

Right along here,
down by that tree.

Stood right here,
spilled 'em in.

Fire and water.
Whew...

He beat us.
He's just gonna up and walk away.

Lamar...

Yeah.

Look.

Bone chips.

Would you men be willin'
to testify that these

are the final remains of
the body of Wilson Turner?

Yes sir.

Yes sir.

Hey, boys!

We got him!

We got serious
problems, John.

Those field hands
of yours

took Sheriff Potts
on a grand tour.

The pasture, the
well, the liquor pit,

the entire
trail of crime.

Potts snatched up every
piece of linking evidence.

They even lowered a
man into the well.

Found a piece of
brain you left behind,

together with
those bone chips.

Pig bones,
cow brains.

They sent 'em to
Atlanta, the crime lab

confirmed
they're human.

What human?

Albert and Robert Lee are
gonna testify it was Turner.

In all of Georgia,
not one white man

has ever gone to the
chair on a nigger's word,

and they're gonna
testify against me?

How long you think they're
gonna be around to do that?

Just got confirmation
from Columbus.

Albert and Robert Lee arrived
safely at Muskogee Prison.

They're in
protective custody,

registered under
assumed names.

They won't be moved
till you call for 'em.

You found homes
for the families?

Oh yeah, a couple
of farms in Coweta.

Good people, know
how to keep a secret.

Move
'em over there as soon as they're loaded up

and make sure
you're not followed.

Right.

We got
one more trip.

Ma'am,
tell Sheriff Collier I've come for him.

Tell him yourself.
He's taken to his sick bed again.

Don't even breathe.

Otwell, pull the blanket
off of him real slow.

Kind of a warm day to be all covered up,
ain't it, Sheriff?

You ain't haulin'
me off like no dirt dog criminal.

I'm an elected official
of this county.

I'm a Sheriff.

You sold that badge.
The same badge I stand behind.

I oughta end that heart problem
for you right here and now.

Have a warrant for your
arrest. Accessory to murder.

I can't leave. I gotta stay in bed.
I gotta take pills.

That's where
you better stay.

You run, and I promise you,
there ain't a place

on God's green earth that
I won't track you down.

Alright, go
ahead in there.

Thank you, thank
you, thank you.

Sir, could I just
check you real quick.

Thank you very much.

How do, ma'am.

Sir, could you have the deputy
check you just real quick, please?

Sir, can I just
check you real quick?

Miss Mayhayley.
Miss Sally.

I appreciate you comin'
to testify this mornin'.

Well, I's just doin'
my duty, Sheriff.

You know, justice
must be served.

Miss Mayhayley,
I notice

you have a different
hat on today.

Well, the other one's
from World War I.

Belonged to my brother.
He got killed in action.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, that's
alright. We still talk.

Miss Mayhayley,
I just bet a hundred dollars

he's gonna get off.

I got a hundred dollars
says Wallace's guilty.

How's that gonna go?

Well, I ain't sayin'.

I don't wanna
influence this trial

by telling what's
gonna happen.

J.H.,
let's get these ladies some proper seats.

She said I'm right,
didn't you hear her?

She didn't say nothin'.
Your ear is pinned on backwards.

Did you boys hear Wallace
hired A.L. Henson

to his defense team?

He's a slick dude
out of Atlanta.

Folks say he could
get Sherman's March

reduced to trespassin'.

Don't mean nothin'.

It does mean
somethin'.

Superior Court
of Coweta County,

Case Number 446,
The State versus John Wallace.

The Honorable Samuel
J. Boykin presiding.

Court is now
in session.

Gentlemen of the
jury, what the state

is about to contend,
is that the defendant, John Wallace,

on April 20th, 1948,

did willfully,
feloniously,

and with malice
aforethought,

kill and murder
Wilson Turner.

Now, we will present to
you 38 sworn witnesses.

We will corroborate
their testimony

with 43 pieces of
physical evidence.

We will detail
every step of this

most heinous and
barbarous act.

I am certain you gentlemen will,
in all good conscience,

have no choice but
to find John Wallace

guilty as charged and
sentence him to death.

They had a fallin'
out over 20 gallons of liquor.

Wilson said Mr.
Wallace threatened him.

Mr. Wallace told Wilson
to get off his land

and if he ever seen
him again, he'd...

he'd kill him.

You say you saw a body in the well.
How'd you see?

Crawfish's eyes are in his tail.
Mine are in my head.

You can tell what's gonna happen
in the future, can't you?

Well, I'd like for you to tell
what's gonna happen to me.

Well, you look-a-here.
You might just get what Turner got.

They drug that fella
out to the car door

and tried to
force him inside...

that's when Wallace
brought it down against

that fella's head so hard
that the gun went off.

That fella never
hollered no more.

Well...

I'm afraid I must agree
with the state prosecutor.

Your Sheriff, Lamar Potts,
has amassed a remarkable,

almost incontrovertible
chain of evidence.

Yet one question
remains to be answered.

Where exactly did
Wilson Turner die?

We've heard testimony
he was hit on the head

in Coweta, then
driven to Meriwether.

Which county did
he actually die in?

If he died
in Meriwether,

then I submit that Sheriff
Potts had no jurisdiction,

that, in fact, he made
an unlawful arrest,

and I will move that
this trial be transferred

to Meriwether or
dismissed altogether.

Who can answer the question
of Turner's death?

Only those men who
drove him out of Coweta.

With their testimony,
I will prove that Turner died

in Meriwether,
and I will move for dismissal.

Your Honor, as
my first witness,

I call to the stand
Mr. Henry Mobley.

Your Honor, my client
refuses to testify

on the grounds that it might
tend to incriminate him.

In that case, Your Honor,
I call on Mr. Herring Sivell.

Your Honor, my client
refuses to testify

on the grounds it might
tend to incriminate him.

Mr. Thomas Strickland.

Your Honor, my client refuses
to testify on the grounds...

Your Honor,
at no time has the state absolutely proved

that the blow administered
at the Sunset Tourist Camp

did indeed
kill Turner.

They don't have
to, it's up to you

to prove that it
did not kill him.

Now get on
with this trial.

Hey, hey, you
can't believe it.

Ain't nobody wants to
testify for Wallace.

Mr. Wallace,
you have the right

to make an unsworn statement
on your own behalf.

Neither the defense,
nor the prosecution, may interrupt you.

You will not be
placed under oath,

but your testimony will
be a matter of record.

Do you wish to make
such a statement?

There's no reason
for you to go up there.

The less said about this incident,
the better.

That's where you're
wrong, counselor.

You don't understand
the power of my word.

These people'll believe
what I tell 'em to.

As your attorney,
I'm advising you to stay off that stand.

You Honor, I do
wish to testify.

Wallace's gonna
take the stand.

He's gonna save my
hundred dollars.

I believe
I should begin

with how I met
Wilson Turner.

Was in 1945. He came
to me lookin' for work.

At first I
was against it.

I don't believe in mixin'
white and colored help.

Promotes social equality,
and causes serious problems.

But he was a young man needin' a start.
I hired him.

And the first few years,
he proved to be a good worker.

I was...
I was very happy with our association.

But then word came
to me that Turner

was makin' liquor
on my land.

Well, naturally,
I was distressed.

What if someone should
think I was involved

in this illegal trade?

I asked him to discontinue
his liquor makin',

to get back on the
straight and narrow.

He ignored me,
made threats against my person.

Finally,
with grave fear for my life and reputation,

I requested he
leave my property.

He did, but not
before taking

my prized Guernsey
cow with him.

Now, many of you men
are workin' farmers

such as myself,
and you know what a loss this can be.

Well, not long after
that, I received a call

from my Sheriff,
Hardy Collier,

sayin' that Turner had been
arrested and transferred,

legally and properly,
to the Meriwether Jail.

I told him that
I would come down

and decide what should
be done with Turner.

I drove in the next day with
my kinsman Tom Strickland

and friends, Henry Mobley
and Herring Sivell,

who are under some
obligation to me.

I wanted to
talk to Turner,

but not in jail,
somewhere's else.

That's not the
first time a man

has been taken out of
jail and talked to.

As we arrived,
I noticed Turner

in his new truck
headin' for Coweta.

We took pursuit, I
meant to catch him

and bring him
back to jail.

I never consented for Sheriff
Collier to release him.

Your Honor, I think
it's obvious my client

is under a good deal of
stress and beginning to tire.

If we might take
a short recess?

Seems energetic
enough to me.

Go on.

I'm... I'm not gonna
lie to you gentlemen.

I had a gun in my hand
when we caught Turner.

But not for the intention
of hurting anyone.

I'm a churchgoing man.

I believe in my God as
you believe in yours.

Now, these...
these witnesses have testified

that I struck
Turner with that gun

and that is not
what happened.

As I went to put
him in that car,

he grabbed the doors
and pushed back,

hitting his head on the gun,
causin' it to go off.

It made a small cut on his right ear,
a little bleeding.

I put him in the car,
ordered him to sit on the floor.

At that time, he was
as alive as you and me.

I know this because

as we drove away,

he commented on
the poor fitting

of the door panels and
how the dust blew in.

We drove him to the pasture
where the cow was stolen.

I meant to get a
confession out of him.

and as... as we walked
through the gate,

I heard a noise.

I turned to look, and
as I turned to look...

the gun went off.

When I... when
I looked back,

Turner was lying on
the ground with...

with his scalp
torn off.

It was...
it was horrible,

it was a
horrible thing.

The death
of Wilson Turner

was an accident.

I, uh...

I do not remember how
he got in that well

or what happened
to him afterwards.

I've been under
considerable strain

and I just...
do not remember.

I've asked my God to guide me
through this presentation.

And I ask you to
commune with Him,

let Him guide you
to your decision.

Let me go home to
my wife and family.

I thank you.

Your Honor,
I wonder if you could direct the defendant

as to where the
accident took place?

You know the rules
on unsworn statements.

There is to be no
suggestion from counsel.

Your Honor...
may I continue?

You may.

The well and pasture,
where all this took place,

are in
Meriwether County.

How'd I do?

John, you just
buried yourself.

Sheriff, I understand
you raise fox hounds.

Now, I'm a fancier
of that breed myself.

Maybe when this whole thing's over,
you and me...

Miss Turner,
I'm glad I got a chance to see you.

I want you to know,
I don't hold a grudge

against you for your
husband's actions.

In fact, you're
more than welcome

to pick out any place
you want on my land

and stay there as
long as you like.

I like to take
care of my own.

Aw, is this
little William?

Was that
really necessary?

The jury is in.

Has the jury
reached a decision?

We have,
Your Honor.

Will the defendant
please rise?

I caution
this courtroom,

I will tolerate no
expression of opinion

on this decision, be
it favor or disfavor.

Mr. Foreman, what
is your verdict?

We, the jury,
find the defendant,

John Wallace,
guilty as charged.

John Wallace,

you have been duly tried and
found guilty as charged.

Would you please
step forward.

On the 30th day of
July, between the hours

of 10:00 AM
and 2:00 PM,

you will be put to death
by means of electrocution.

Mornin', boys.

Looks like we're gonna have
another pretty day, doesn't it?

Okay, this one?

Hello, John.

I'm about ready
to leave.

Thought I'd
drop by and see

if there's anything
you might need.

You mean like
a fancy last meal?

No, I wouldn't want you to go huntin'
fried chicken

and strawberry pie
today, and then tomorrow

I wind up eatin'
supper at my own house.

It ain't gonna happen,
they ain't gonna kill me.

There'll be a phone call.
Always has been.

You know, Lamar,
we're a lot alike.

Each runnin' his own county,
havin' power over other men.

Best feelin' in the world.
Make you do anything...

'cept give it up.

How powerful is a man who
can't control himself?

You're still down on me for my murderin'
ways.

I've only killed four
men in my whole life.

And each one of
'em had it comin'.

Those lives didn't
mean anything to you?

I'm the head of the Kingdom.
I was raised for that.

My mama always told me,
"Do what you have to do."

"Never let your conscience
get in your way."

I'm gonna pray
for you, John.

Goodbye, Sheriff.

Bye, John.

Sheriff, you
got 20 minutes.

No, I'm going back
to Coweta County.

You're not stayin'
for the execution?

We saved you a seat.

No thanks.
I don't think so.

Sir?

Is this line still open?
- Yes, sir.

Good.

Is there anything
you'd like to say?

Yes.

Almighty God, you
alone know my heart.

Stand by to receive
me into Your House.