All language subtitles for To.Kill.a.Mockingbird.1962.720p.BrRip.264.YIFY

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Maycomb was a tired old town

even in 1932 when
I first knew it.

Somehow, it was hotter then.

Men's stiff collars wilted
by 9:00 in the morning.

Ladies bathed before noon,
after their 3:00 naps

and by nightfall
were like soft teacakes

with frostings of sweat
and sweet talcum.

A day was 24 hours long,
but it seemed longer.

There was no hurry, for there was
nowhere to go and nothing to buy

and no money to buy it with.

Although Maycomb County
had recently been told

that it had nothing to
fear but fear itself.

That summer I was 6 years old.

Good morning,
Mr. Cunningham.

Good morning, miss.

My daddy's getting dressed.

Would you like me
to call him for you?

No, miss,
I don't care to bother.

Why, it's no bother,
Mr. Cunningham.

He'll be happy to see you.

Atticus.

Atticus!

Here's Mr. Cunningham.

Good morning, Walter.

Good morning,
Mr. Finch.

I didn't want to
bother you none.

I brought you these hickory
nuts as part of my entailment.

Thank you. The collards we had
last week were delicious.

Well, morning.

Morning, Walter.

Scout, I think maybe next
time Mr. Cunningham comes,

you'd better not call me.

I thought you'd
want to thank him.

Oh, I do.

But I think it embarrasses
him to be thanked.

Why does he bring you
all this stuff?

He is paying me for some
legal work I did for him.

Why is he paying you like this?

That's the only way he can.
He has no money.

Is he poor?
Yes.

Are we poor?

We are, indeed.

Are we as poor as
the Cunninghams?

No, not exactly.

The Cunninghams are
country folks, farmers.

The Crash hit them the hardest.

Scout, call your brother.

Atticus, Jem's up in the tree.

He says he won't come
down until you agree

to play football
for the Methodists.

Jem?

Son, why don't you come
on down out of there now

and have your breakfast?

Calpurnia has a good one.
Hot biscuits.

No, sir.

Not until you agree to play
football for the Methodists.

Son, I can't do that.

I explained to you, I'm
too old to get out there.

After all, I'm the
only father you have.

You wouldn't want me to go and get
my head knocked off, would you?

I ain't coming down.

Suit yourself.

Morning.

Good morning, Miss Maudie.

What's going on over there?

I'm having a terrible
time, Miss Maudie.

Jem's staying up in the tree

until Atticus agrees to play
football for the Methodists

and Atticus says he's too old.

Every time I want him to do
something, he's too old.

He's too old for anything.

He can do plenty of things.

You be good, children.
Mind Cal.

Good morning, Maudie.

Good morning, Atticus.

He won't let me have a gun

and he'll only play touch
football with me, never tackle.

He can make somebody's will so
airtight you can't break it.

You count your blessings and
stop complaining, both of you.

Thank your stars he has
the sense to act his age.

Jem, he is pretty old.

I can't help that.

Hey.

Hey, yourself.

I'm Charles Baker Harris.
I can read.

You got anything that needs
reading, I can do it.

How old are you?
Four-and-a-half?

Going on seven.

No wonder, then.

Scout's been reading
since she was born,

and she don't start
school till next month.

You look right puny
for going on seven.

I'm little, but I'm old.

Folks call me Dill.
I'm from Meridian, Mississippi

and I'm spending two weeks next
door with my aunt Stephanie.

My mama worked for a
photographer in Meridian.

She entered my picture in the Beautiful
Child contest and won $5 on it.

She gave the money to me

and I went to the picture
show 20 times with it.

Our mama's dead but we've got a daddy.
Where's your daddy?

I haven't got one.

Is he dead?

No.

Well...

Well, if he's not dead,
you've got one, haven't you?

Hush, Scout.

What did I do?
What did I do?

Uh, Dill, this is Calpurnia.

Pleased to know you, Dill.

Pleased to know you.

My daddy owns
the L and N Railroad.

He's going to let me run the
engine all the way to New Orleans.

Is that so?

He says I can invite anybody...
Shh.

There goes the meanest man that
ever took a breath of life.

Why is he the meanest man?

Well, for one thing,

he has a boy named Boo

that he keeps chained to a bed
in the house over yonder.

Come on.

See, he lives over there.

Boo only comes out at night

when you're asleep
and it's pitch dark.

When you wake up at night,
you can hear him.

Once I heard him scratching
on our screen door

but he was gone by the
time Atticus got there.

I wonder what he does in there.

I wonder what he looks like.

Well,

"judging from his tracks,
he's about 6'6" tall.

He eats raw squirrels and
all the cats he can catch.

There's a long, jagged scar that
runs all the way across his face.

His teeth are
yellow and rotten.

His eyes are popped, and he
drools most of the time.

Oh, I don't believe you.

Dill, what are you doing here?

My Lord, Aunt Stephanie!
You almost gave me a heart attack.

Dill, I don't want you playing
around that house over there.

There's a maniac lives
there and he's dangerous.

See?

I was just trying to warn him about Boo.
He wouldn't believe me.

You'd just better believe
him, Mr. Dill Harris.

Tell him about the time Boo
tried to kill his papa.

I was standing
in my yard one day

when his mama come out yelling,
"He's killing us all."

Turned out that Boo was
sitting in the living room

cutting up the paper
for his scrapbook,

and when his daddy come by,

he reached over with his scissors,
stabbed him in his leg,

pulled them out and went
right on cutting the paper.

They wanted to send
him to an asylum.

But his daddy said, "No Radley
is going to any asylum."

So they locked him up in the
basement of the courthouse

till he nearly
died of the damp,

and his daddy
brought him back home.

There he is, to this day, sitting
over there with his scissors.

Lord knows what
he's doing or thinking.

Six, seven, eight,

nine, ten.

Come on, Scout.
It's 5:00.

Where are you going?

Time to meet Atticus.

Why do you call
your daddy Atticus?

Because Jem does.

But why does he?

I don't know. He just started
to ever since he began talking.

Wait, stop.

Mrs. Dubose is
on her porch.

Listen, no matter what she says
to you, don't answer her back.

There's a Confederate pistol
in her lap under her shawl

and she'll kill you as quick
as look at you. Come on.

Hey, Mrs. Dubose.

Don't you say "hey"
to me, you ugly girl.

You say, "Good afternoon,
Mrs. Dubose."

You come over here
when I'm talking to you.

You come over here...

Hey, Atticus.

- You listen to me...
- Atticus, this is Dill.

How do you do, Dill?

Don't your daddy teach you
to respect old people?

You come back here,
Jean Louise Finch!

Good afternoon,
Mrs. Dubose.

My!

You look like a picture
this afternoon.

He don't say a picture of what.

My goodness gracious,
look at your flowers.

Have you ever seen
anything more beautiful?

Mrs. Dubose, the
gardens at Bellingrath

have nothing to compare
with your flowers.

I don't think they're
as nice as last year.

I can't agree with you.

He gets her interested
in something nice

so she forgets being mean.

I think your yard is going to
be the showplace of this town.

Well...

Grand seeing you,
Mrs. Dubose.

"I had two cats"

"which I brought ashore"

"on my first raft."

"And I had a dog."

Atticus, do you think
Boo Radley ever really

comes and looks in
my window at night?

Jem says he does.

This afternoon when we were
over by their house...

Scout.

I told you and Jem to leave
those poor people alone.

I want you to stay away from their
house and stop tormenting them.

Yes, sir.

I think that's all the reading for
tonight, honey. It's getting late.

What time is it?

8:30.

May I see your watch?

"To Atticus,
my beloved husband."

Atticus, Jem says this watch is
going to belong to him someday.

That's right.

Why?

Well,

it's customary for the boy
to have his father's watch.

What are you going to give me?

I don't know that I have much
else of value that belongs to me.

But there's a pearl necklace,

there's a ring that
belonged to your mother.

And I've put them away,
and they're to be yours.

Good night, Scout.

Good night.

- Good night, Jem.
- Good night.

Jem?

Yeah.

How old was I when Mama died?

Two.

And how old were you?

Six.

As old as I am now?

Mmm-hmm.

Was Mama pretty?

Mmm-hmm.

Was Mama nice?

Mmm-hmm.

Did you love her?

Yeah.

Did I love her?

Yeah.

Do you miss her?

Mmm-hmm

Evening, Atticus.

Good evening, Judge.

Rather warm, isn't it?

Yes, indeed.

How's Mrs. Taylor?

She's fine, thank you.

Atticus, you've heard
about Tom Robinson?

Yes, sir.

Grand jury will get around
to charging him tomorrow.

I was thinking about appointing
you to take his case.

I realize you're very busy
these days with your practice

and your children need
a great deal of your time.

Yes, sir.

I'll take the case.

I'll send a boy over for you
tomorrow, when his hearing comes up.

Well, uh,

I'll see you tomorrow, Atticus.

Yes, sir.

And thank you.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Jem.

I bet you a Gray Ghost
against two Tom Swifts

you wouldn't go any farther
than Boo Radley's gate.

You're scared to, ain't you?

I ain't scared.

I go past Boo Radley's house
nearly every day of my life.

Always running.

You hush up, Scout.

Come on, Dill.

Me first!

You gotta let Dill be first.

No, me.

Let her be first.

All right, get in.
Hurry up.

All right.

You ready?

Uh-huh. Let her go.

Scout!

Scout, get away from there!
Scout, come on!

Scout, don't just
lie there. Get up!

Come on, Scout.

Run for your life, Scout!
Come on, Dill.

Now who's a coward?

You tell them about this back in
Meridian County, Mr. Dill Harris.

I'll tell you what let's do.

Let's go down to the courthouse

and see the room
they locked Boo up in.

My aunt says
it's bat-infested,

and he nearly died
from the mildew.

Come on,
I bet they've got chains

and instruments of
torture down there.

Come on.

Young Finch.

Yes, sir.

If you're looking
for your daddy,

he's inside the courthouse.

Thank you, sir, but we're
not looking for...

Thank you,
Mr. Townsend, sir.

What is your daddy doing
in the courthouse?

He's a lawyer
and he has a case.

The grand jury is charging
his client today.

I heard something about it last
night when Judge Taylor came over.

Let's go watch.

No, Dill.

He wouldn't like that.

Dill!

Dill, wait a minute.

Is that the courtroom?
Yeah.

Shh.

I can't see anything.

Shh.

You all lift me up so I
can see what's going on.

All right.
Make a saddle, Scout.

Not much is happening.

The judge looks
like he's asleep.

I see your daddy
and a colored man.

The colored man...

Shh.

The colored man looks
to me like he's crying.

And I've seen him...

I wonder what he's
done to cry about.

What's going on?

There's a whole lot of men
sitting together on one side

and one man keeps pointing at
the colored man and yelling.

They're taking
the colored man away.

Where's Atticus?

I can't see
your daddy now, either.

I wonder where in the world...

Scout, Jem.

What in the world
are you doing here?

Hello, Atticus.

What are you doing here?

We came down to find out where
Boo Radley was locked up.

We wanted to see the bats.

I want you all
back home right away.

Yes, sir.

Run along, now.

I'll see you there for dinner.

Hey, Atticus.

Mr. Ewell.

Captain, I'm real sorry
they picked you

to defend that nigger
that raped my Mayella.

I don't know why
I didn't kill him myself

instead of going
to the sheriff.

That would've saved
you and the sheriff

and the taxpayers
lots of trouble.

Excuse me, Mr. Ewell,
I'm very busy.

Hey, captain, somebody
told me just now that

they thought that you believed Tom
Robinson's story against ours.

And you know what I said?

I said, "You're wrong, man.
You're dead wrong."

"Mr. Finch ain't taking
his story against ours."

They was wrong, wasn't they?

I've been appointed
to defend Tom Robinson.

And now that he's been charged,
that's what I intend to do.

You're taking his...

If you'll excuse me,
Mr. Ewell.

What kind of man are you?

You've got children
of your own.

Hey, Jem.

Jem?

I think we ought to stay right
here in Miss Stephanie's yard.

You don't have to come
along, Angel Mae.

What are you going to do?

We're going to look in the
window at the Radley house

and see if we can get
a look at Boo Radley.

Come on, Dill.

Jem, please, I'm scared.

Then go home if you're scared!

I swear, Scout, you act more
like a girl all the time.

Come on, Dill.

Wait for me.
I'm coming.

Shh.

We'll go around back,

crawl under the high wire fence
at the rear of the Radley lot.

I don't believe we can
be seen from there.

Shh.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, help me.

Shh.

Don't make a sound.

Spit on it.

All right.

Jem...
Shh.

Spit some more.

All right.

Come on.

Hurry.

Hurry.

Scout.

Quick.
Come over here.

Shh. Shh. Quiet.

What are you going
to do for pants, Jem?

I don't know.

Dill?

Dill!

You come on in, now.

Shh.

I'd better go.

Dill?

Coming, Aunt Stephanie.

So long.
I'll see you next summer.

So long.
So long.

Dill?

I'm coming.

I'm going back after my pants.

Please, Jem,
come on in the house.

I can't go in without my pants.

Then I'm going to call Atticus.

No, you're not.

Now, listen. Atticus ain't never
whipped me since I can remember

and I plan to keep it that way.

Then I'm going with you.

You ain't.

You stay right here.
I'll be back before you can count to 10.

Jem.

One, two,

three, four...

Jem.

Scout. Come on in.

Five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten,

eleven, twelve,

thirteen, fourteen.

Jem.

Shh.

Shh.

What was that?

What is it? What happened?

What's going on?
What is it?

Atticus, what is it?

Will somebody please
tell me what's going on?

Mr. Radley shot at a prowler
out in his collard patch.

A prowler? Oh, Maudie!

Whoever it was won't
be back anytime soon.

Mr. Radley must've scared
them out of their wits.

Good night.
Good night.

Good night, Atticus.

Scared the living
daylights out of me.

I swear, a prowler.
He said a prowler.

Come on, now. The excitement is over.
Time for bed.

Scout, Jem.

Morning.

Good morning, Miss Maudie.

Morning, Calpurnia.

I came to see Jean Louise ready
for her first day at school.

Scout.
Morning, Mrs. Maudie.

All ready for school?
Yes, ma'am.

Scout!

What are you going to do
with yourself this morning

with both children at school?

I don't know,
and that's the truth.

I was thinking
about that just now.

Scout?

Scout? Scout!

Did you hear me, Scout?
Now, hurry.

Hey, everybody, look at Scout.

Shh.

Come on in here, Scout.

Have your breakfast.

I think your dress is
mighty becoming, honey.

Now don't go tugging
at that dress, Scout.

You want to have it all wrinkled
before you even get to school?

I still don't see why I have
to wear a darn old dress.

You'll get used to it.

I'm ready.
Oh, Jem.

Jem...

It's half an hour
before school starts.

Sit back down and
wait for your sister.

Well, hurry up, Scout.

I'm trying to.

Come on. It's your first day.
You want to be late?

- I'm ready.
- Come on, let's go.

Bye.

Bye, bye.

Darn you, Walter Cunningham!

Come on, Walter!

Cut that out!
What do you think you're doing?

He made me start off
on the wrong foot!

I was trying to explain
to that darn lady teacher

why he didn't have no money for
his lunch and she got sore at me.

Stop it! Stop it!

Is your daddy Mr. Walter
Cunningham from Old Sarum?

Come home and have dinner with us, Walter.
We'd be glad to have you.

Our daddy's a friend
of your daddy's.

Scout here is crazy.
She won't fight you no more.

I hope that's
a dinner that you enjoy.

Yes, sir. I don't know
when I've had a roast.

We've been having squirrels
and rabbits lately.

My pa and I go hunting
in our spare time.

You've got a gun of your own?

Uh-huh.

How long have you had a gun?

A year or so.

Can I have the syrup, please?

Certainly, son.

Cal. Will you bring in
the syrup dish, please?

Yes, sir.

How old were you when you got
your first gun, Atticus?

Thirteen or fourteen.

I remember when my daddy
gave me that gun.

He told me that I should never
point at anything in the house.

And that he'd rather I'd shoot
at tin cans in the backyard.

But he said that sooner or later
he'd suppose the temptation

to go after birds
would be too much.

That I could shoot all the blue
jays I wanted if I could hit them.

But to remember it was a sin
to kill a mockingbird.

Why?

I reckon because mockingbirds

don't do anything but
make music for us to enjoy.

They don't eat people's gardens,
don't nest in the corncribs.

They don't do one thing, but just
sing their hearts out for us.

How did you like school, Scout?

All right.

Thank you, Cal.
That's for Walter.

What in the Sam Hill
are you doing...

But, Atticus, he's gone and
drowned his dinner in syrup

and now he's pouring it
all over.

Scout.

What?

Come out here.
I want to talk to you.

That boy is your company

and if he wants to eat up that
tablecloth, you'll let him, you hear?

And if you can't act
fit to eat like folks,

you can just sit here
and eat in the kitchen.

Scout.

Scout.

Scout, what in the world
has got into you?

Not going back.

Now, now.

Not going back.

Atticus, I'm not going
back to school anymore.

Scout, it's just the first day.

I don't care.
Everything went wrong.

My teacher got mad
as the devil at me

and said you were teaching me to
read all wrong, and to stop it.

Then acted like a fool

and tried to give
Walter Cunningham a quarter

when everybody knows Cunninghams
won't take nothing from nobody.

Any fool could have
told her that.

Well...

Maybe she's just nervous.

After all,
it's her first day, too,

teaching school
and being new here.

Oh, Atticus.

Now, wait a minute.

If you just learn
a single trick, Scout,

you'll get along a lot better
with all kinds of folks.

You never really
understand a person

until you consider things
from his point of view.

Sir?

Until you climb inside of his
skin and walk around in it.

But if I keep going to school,
we can't ever read anymore.

Scout?

Do you know what
a compromise is?

Bending the law?

Uh...

No. It's an agreement
reached by mutual consent.

Here is the way it works.

You concede the necessity
of going to school

and we'll keep right on
reading the same every night,

just as we always have.

Is that a bargain?

There just didn't seem
to be anyone or anything

Atticus couldn't explain.

Though it wasn't a talent
that would arouse

the admiration of
any of our friends,

Jem and I had to admit
he was very good at that.

But that was all he was
good at, we thought.

See, there he is!

Scout, Jem, come on inside.

Come on, get in.

Mr. Finch? This is Cal.

I swear to God, there's a mad
dog down the street apiece.

He's coming this way.

There he is.

He's got it all right,
Mr. Finch.

Stay inside, Son.
Keep him in there, Cal.

He's within range, Heck.

Take him, Mr. Finch.

No, Mr. Tate.
He can't shoot.

Don't waste time.

For God's sake,
Mr. Finch,

he's got to be killed right
away, before he starts running.

Look where he is.
I can't shoot that well. You know it.

I haven't shot a gun in years.

I'd feel mighty comfortable
if you did now.

Don't go near that dog,
do you understand?

He's just as dangerous
dead as alive.

Yes, sir.

Atticus?

Yes, Son.

Nothing.

What's the matter, boy?
Can't you talk?

Didn't you know your daddy is
the best shot in this county?

Hush, Heck.
Let's get back to town.

Remember,
don't go near that dog.

Yes, sir.

I'll send Zeebo out
right away to pick him up.

Hey, Atticus.
Can we go with you?

Can we, please?

Can we?

No. I have to go to the country on
business, and you'll just get tired.

No, not me.
I won't get tired.

Promise to stay in the car while I
go in and talk to Helen Robinson?

Mmm-hmm.

And not nag me about leaving
if you do get tired?

All right, climb in.

Who's Helen Robinson?

She's the wife of
the man I'm defending.

Good evening, David.

Evening.

Evening, Helen.

Evening, Mr. Finch.

I came over to tell you
about my visit with Tom.

Yes, sir.
And to let you know

that I got a postponement
of the trial.

Give things a chance
to cool down.

Would you tell my daddy
to come out here, please?

You nigger lover.

No need to be afraid of him,
Son. He's all bluff.

Nigger lover!

There's a lot of ugly
things in this world, Son.

I wish I could keep
them all away from you.

That's never possible.

Cal, you wait until I get Scout in bed.
I'll drive you home.

Yes, sir.

Jem, would you mind staying here
with Scout till I get Cal home?

No, sir.

Night, Jem.

Night, Cal.

Atticus! Atticus!

Atticus!

Atticus had promised me
he would wear me out

if he ever heard of
me fighting anymore.

I was far too old and too big
for such childish things

and the sooner
I learned to hold in,

the better off
everybody would be.

I soon forgot.

Cecil Jacobs made me forget.

What is it, Scout?

Atticus, do you defend niggers?

Don't say "nigger," Scout.

I didn't say it.

Cecil Jacobs did.
That's why I had to fight him.

Scout,
I don't want you fighting.

I had to, Atticus, he...

I don't care what
the reasons are.

I forbid you to fight.

Yes, sir.

Anyway, I'm simply defending
a Negro, Tom Robinson.

Scout,

there are some things that you're not
old enough to understand just yet.

There's been some
high talk around town

to the effect that I shouldn't do
much about defending this man.

If you shouldn't be defending
him, then why are you doing it?

For a number of reasons.

The main one is
that if I didn't,

I couldn't hold
my head up in town.

I couldn't even tell you or Jem
not to do something again.

Oh, Scout.

You're going to hear some ugly
talk about this in school.

But I want you to
promise me one thing,

that you won't get
into fights over it,

no matter what they say to you.

Yes, sir.

What're you doing?

I'm walking like an Egyptian.

We were studying
about them in school.

Teacher says we wouldn't
be no place without them.

Is that so?

Cradle of civilization.
They invented embalming and toilet paper.

That's wrong, Scout.

You dig your feet, this way.

Look, Jem.

Look, the boy wore his hair in
front of his eyebrows like you do.

And the girl
wears bangs like you.

These are us.

Jem, are you awake?

Go back to bed.

I can't go to sleep.

Go back to bed.

What you got in the box?

Nothing. Go back to bed.

Come on.

If I show you, will you swear
never to tell anybody?

I swear.

Cross your heart.

I found all of these

in the knothole of that old
tree at different times.

This is a spelling medal.

They used to award these in
school to spelling winners

before we were born.

And another time I found this.

And this.

And Scout...

Something else
I never told you about

that night I went back
to the Radley house.

Something else? You never told
me anything about that night.

Well...

You know the first time I was
getting out of my britches?

Uh-huh.

They was all in a tangle,
and I couldn't get them loose.

Well,

when I went back though,

they were folded
across the fence,

sort of like they
was expecting me.

It was to be a long time

before Jem and I
talked about Boo again.

School finally ended
and summer came

and so did Dill.

Good morning.

My, you're up
mighty bright and early.

I've been up since 4:00.

4:00?

Yes. I always get up at 4:00.
It's in my blood.

You see, my daddy was a
railroad man until he got rich.

Now he flies airplanes.

One of these days, he's just going
to swoop down here at Maycomb,

pick me up,
and take me for a ride.

Who's that in the car
with Sheriff Tate?

Tom Robinson, Son.

Where's he been?

In the Abbotsville jail.

Why?

The sheriff thought
he'd be safer there.

They're bringing him
back here tonight,

because his trial is tomorrow.

Good evening, Heck.

Evening, Mr. Finch.

Come in.

The news has gotten
around the county

about my bringing Tom
Robinson back to the jail.

I heard there might be trouble
from that bunch out at Old Sarum.

Cal, if I need you to stay
here tonight, can you do it?

Yes, sir, I can.

Thank you.

I think you'd better
count on staying.

Yes, sir.

What's going on?

Shh. Go back to sleep.

What's going on?

Shh.

Hey, there's his car.

See, there he is, over there.

No, Scout, don't go to him.
He might not like it.

I just wanted to see where he
was and what he was up to.

He's all right.
Let's go back home. Come on.

He in there, Mr. Finch?

He is. He's asleep.
Don't wake him.

You know what we want.

Get aside from that door,
Mr. Finch.

Walter,

I think you ought to turn right
around and go back home.

Heck Tate's
around here somewhere.

No, he ain't.

Heck and his bunch is out chasing
around Old Sarum looking for us.

We knew he was
so we came in this other way.

You ain't never thought about
that, had you, Mr. Finch?

I thought about it.

I can't see Atticus.

That changes things...

Atticus!

Hey, Atticus.

Jem, go home, and take Scout
and Dill home with you.

Son, I said, go home.

No, sir.

I'll send him home!

Don't you touch him.
Let him go!

That'll do, Scout.

Ain't nobody gonna
do Jem that way.

Now, you get them
out of here, Mr. Finch!

Jem, I want you
to please leave.

No, sir.
Jem.

I tell you, I ain't going.

Hey, Mr. Cunningham.

I said, hey,
Mr. Cunningham.

How's your entailment
getting along?

Don't you remember me,
Mr. Cunningham?

I'm Jean Louise Finch.

You brought us some hickory nuts
one early morning, remember?

We had a talk.

I went and got my daddy
to come out and thank you.

I go to school with your boy.
I go to school with Walter.

He's a nice boy.
Tell him "hey" for me, won't you?

You know something,
Mr. Cunningham?

Entailments are bad.
Entailments...

Atticus, I was just saying to Mr
. Cunningham that entailments were bad

but not to worry.
Takes a long time sometimes.

What's the matter?

I sure meant no harm,
Mr. Cunningham.

No harm taken, young lady.

I'll tell Walter
you said "hey."

Let's clear out of here.

Let's go, boys.

Now, you go home.
All of you.

I'll be there later.

Good luck.

Come on.

Mr. Finch, are they gone?

They've gone.
They won't bother you anymore.

Morning, Mr. Sykes.

How do you do?
Ever see so many people?

Just like on Saturday.

Where you going?

I can't stand it any longer.
I'm going downtown to the courthouse to watch.

You'd better not.
You know what Atticus said.

I don't care if he did.

I'm not going to miss
the most exciting thing

that ever happened
in this town.

It's packed solid.
They're standing all along the back.

Reverend.

Yes?

Reverend Sykes,
are you going upstairs?

Yes, I am.

Thanks, Brother Jones,
for holding my seat.

Please be seated.

Come on, children.

It's the Rev.

- This court is now in session.
- Everybody rise.

On the night of August 21,

I was just leaving my office
to go home when Bob...

Mr. Ewell came in.

Very excited, he was, and he said to
get to his house as quick as I could,

that his girl had been raped.

I got to my car and went out
there as fast as I could.

She was pretty well beat up.

I asked her if Tom Robinson
beat her like that.

She said, "Yes, he had."

I asked if he'd
taken advantage of her.

She said, "Yes, he did."

That's all there was to it.

Thank you.

Did anybody
call a doctor, Sheriff?

No, sir.
Why not?

I didn't think
it was necessary.

She was pretty well beat up.
Something sure happened, it was obvious.

Sheriff, you say she
was mighty beat up.

In what way?

She was beaten around the head.

There were bruises
already coming on her arms.

She had a black eye starting.

Which eye?

Let's see, it was her left.

Now, was that...

Was that her left, facing you, or
looking the way that you were?

Yes, that would make it
her right eye.

It was her right eye,
Mr. Finch. Now I remember.

She was beaten up on
that side of her face.

Which side, again?

Her right side.

She had bruises on her arms.

And she showed me her neck.

There were definite finger
marks on her gullet.

All around

her neck, at the
back of her throat?

I'd say they were all around.

The witness may be seated.

Robert E. Lee Ewell.

Place your hand
on the Bible, please.

Do you solemnly swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.
Sit down, please.

Now, Mr. Ewell,

will you tell us, just in your own
words, what happened on August 21?

Late that night,

I was coming in from the woods,
with a load of kindling

and I heard Mayella screaming
as I got to the fence.

So, I dropped my kindling and
run just as fast as I could,

but I run into the fence.

But when I got loose,

I run up to the window, and
I seen him with my Mayella.

What did you do after
you saw the defendant?

I ran around the house
trying to get in,

but he done run through the
front door, just ahead of me.

But I seen who it was,
all right.

I seen him!

And I run in the house

and poor Mayella was lying
on the floor, squalling.

Then I run for Mr. Tate
as quick as I could.

Mmm-hmm.

Thank you, Mr. Ewell.

Would you mind if I just ask you
a few questions, Mr. Ewell?

No, sir, Mr. Finch,
I sure wouldn't.

Folks were doing a lot
of running that night.

Let's see, now.

You say that you ran into the
house, you ran to the window,

you ran inside, you ran to Mayella,
and you ran to Sheriff Tate.

Did you, during all this
running, run for a doctor?

There wasn't no need to.
I seen who done it.

Now, Mr. Ewell, you've heard
the sheriff's testimony.

Do you agree with his description
of Mayella's injuries?

I agree with everything
Mr. Tate said.

Her eye was blacked.
She was mighty beat up.

Mr. Ewell, can you...

Can you read and write?

Yes, Mr. Finch.
I can read and I can write.

Good.

Then will you write
your name, please?

Right there. Show us.

Now what's so interesting?

You're left-handed,
Mr. Ewell.

What's that got to do with it, Judge?
I'm a God-fearing man.

That Atticus Finch, he's trying
to take advantage of me.

You've got to watch tricky
lawyers like Atticus Finch.

Quiet, sir.

The witness may take his seat.

Mayella Violet Ewell.

Put your hand on
the Bible, please.

Solemnly swear to tell the
truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

Sit down, please.

Now, Mayella,

suppose you tell us
just what happened, huh?

Well, sir...

Sir,

I was sitting on the porch
and he come along.

There was this old
chifforobe in the yard

and I said,

"You come in here, boy, and bust up this
chifforobe and I'll give you a nickel."

So, he come on in the yard

and I go in the house
to get him the nickel.

And I turn around, and
before I know it he's on me.

I fought and hollered,
but he had me around the neck

and he hit me again and again.

And the next thing I knew,

Papa was in the room,
standing over me, hollering,

"Who done it?"

Thank you, Mayella.

Your witness, Atticus.

Miss Mayella,

is your father good to you?

I mean, is he easy
to get along with?

Does tolerable.

Except when he's drinking?

When he's riled,
has he ever beaten you?

My pa's never touched a
hair on my head in my life.

You say that you asked Tom
to come in and chop up a...

What was it?

A chifforobe.

Was that the first time that you ever
asked him to come inside the fence?

Yes.

Didn't you ever ask him to
come inside the fence before?

I might have.

But can you remember
any other occasion?

No.

You say,

"He caught me, he choked me,

"and took advantage of me,"
is that right?

Do you remember him
beating you about the face?

No, I don't

recollect if he hit me.

I mean, yes, he hit me!

Thank you.

Will you identify
the man who beat you?

Most certainly will.
Sitting right yonder.

Tom, will you stand up, please?

Let Miss Mayella have a
good, long look at you.

Tom, will you catch this,
please?

Thank you.

Now, then, this time,

will you please catch
it with your left hand?

I can't, sir.

Why can't you?

I can't use my
left hand at all.

I got it caught in a cotton
gin when I was 12 years old.

All my muscles were tore loose.

Is this the man who raped you?

Most certainly is.

How?

I don't know how.

He just done it.

You have testified
that he choked you

and he beat you.

You didn't say that he sneaked up
behind you and knocked you out cold,

but that you turned around

and there he was.

Do you want to tell us
what really happened?

I've got something to say!

And then I ain't
gonna say no more!

He took advantage of me.

And if you fine,
fancy gentlemen

ain't going to do
nothing about it,

then you're just a bunch of lousy,
yellow, stinking cowards!

The whole bunch of you!

And your fancy airs
don't come to nothing!

Your "ma'am-ing"
and your "Miss Mayella-ing,"

it don't come to nothing,
Mr. Finch!

Sit down, there.

Poor girl.

Atticus?

Mr. Gilmer?

The State rests, Judge.

Tom Robinson, take the stand.

Put your hand on the Bible.

Do you solemnly swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.
Sit down.

Now, Tom...

Were you acquainted
with Mayella Violet Ewell?

Yes, sir.

I had to pass her place going to
and from the field every day.

Is there any other way to go?

No, sir, none as I know of.

And did she ever speak to you?

Yes, sir.

I'd tip my hat when I'd go by.

One day she asked me
to come inside the fence,

bust up a chifforobe for her.

She gave me the hatchet
and I broke it up.

And then she said, "I reckon I'll
have to give you a nickel, won't I?"

And I said, "No, ma'am,
there ain't no charge."

Then I went home.

Mr. Finch, that was way last
spring, way over a year ago.

And did you ever go
on the place again?

Yes, sir.

When?

I went lots of times.

Seemed like every time
I passed by yonder,

she'd have some little
something for me to do.

Chopping kindling and
toting water for her.

Tom,

what happened to you on the evening
of August 21 of last year?

Mr. Finch,

I was going home as
usual that evening.

When I passed the Ewell place,

Miss Mayella was on the porch,
like she said she was.

She said for me to come there
and help her a minute.

I went inside the fence

and I looked around for
some kindling to work on,

but I didn't see nothing.

And then she said
to come in the house,

she has a door
that needs fixing.

So I follows her inside
and looked at the door

and it looked all right.

Then she shut the door.

All the time I was wondering
why it was so quiet like.

Then it come to me, there was
not a child on the place.

And I said, "Miss Mayella,
where are the children?"

And she said they all
gone to get ice cream.

She said it took her a slap
year to save seven nickels,

but she done it,
and they all gone to town.

What did you say then?

I said something like,

"Why, Miss Mayella, it's right
nice of you to treat them."

And she said,
"You think so?"

Well, I said I best be going,
I couldn't do nothing for her.

And she said, oh, yes, I could.

And I asked her, "What?"

And she said to just step
on the chair yonder

and get that box down
from on top of the chifforobe.

So I done like she told me

and I was reaching

and the next thing I know,

she grabbed me around the legs.

She scared me so bad, I hopped
down and turned the chair over.

That was the only thing,

the only furniture
disturbed in the room,

Mr. Finch, I swear,
when I left it.

And what happened after you
turned the chair over?

Tom?

You've sworn to tell
the whole truth.

Will you do it?

What happened after that?

Mr. Finch,

I got down off the chair
and I turned around

and she sort of jumped on me.

She hugged me around the waist.

She reached up and
kissed me on the face.

She said she had never kissed
a grown man before

and she might as well kiss me.

She said for me
to kiss her back.

And I said, "Miss Mayella,
let me out of here."

And I tried to run.

Then Mr. Ewell cussed
at her from the window

and said he's going
to kill her.

What happened after that?

I was running so fast,
I don't know what happened.

Tom, did you rape
Mayella Ewell?

I did not, sir.

Did you harm her in any way?

I did not, sir.

Robinson,

you're pretty good at
busting up chifforobes

and kindling with
one hand, aren't you?

Strong enough to choke the
breath out of a woman

and sling her to the floor?

I've never done that, sir.

But you're strong enough to?

I reckon so, sir.

Mmm-hmm.

How come you were so all-fired
anxious to do that woman's chores?

Looks like she didn't have
nobody to help her.

Like I said...

With Mr. Ewell and seven
children on the place?

You did all this chopping and
work out of sheer goodness, boy?

You're a mighty
good fellow, it seems.

Did all that for not one penny.

Yes, sir.

I felt right sorry for her.
She seemed...

You felt sorry for her?

A white woman?

You felt sorry for her.

To begin with,

this case should never
have come to trial.

The State has not produced
one iota of medical evidence

that the crime
Tom Robinson is charged with

ever took place.

It has relied instead upon the
testimony of two witnesses

whose evidence has not only been
called into serious question

on cross-examination,

but has been flatly
contradicted by the defendant.

There is circumstantial
evidence to indicate

that Mayella Ewell
was beaten savagely

by someone who led, almost
exclusively, with his left.

And Tom Robinson now sits before
you, having taken the oath

with the only good
hand he possesses,

his right.

I have nothing
but pity in my heart

for the chief witness
for the State.

She is the victim of cruel
poverty and ignorance.

But my pity does
not extend so far

as to her putting
a man's life at stake,

which she has done in an effort
to get rid of her own guilt.

I say "guilt," gentlemen,

because it was guilt
that motivated her.

She's committed no crime.

She has merely broken a rigid and
time-honored code of our society.

A code so severe, that whoever
breaks it is hounded from our midst

as unfit to live with.

She must destroy the evidence
of her offense.

But, what was the evidence
of her offense?

Tom Robinson, a human being.

She must put Tom Robinson
away from her.

Tom Robinson was to
her a daily reminder

of what she did.

What did she do?

She tempted a Negro.
She was white, and she tempted a Negro.

She did something that in
our society is unspeakable.

She kissed a black man.

Not an old uncle,

but a strong, young Negro man.

No code mattered to her
before she broke it.

But it came crashing down
on her afterwards.

The witnesses for the State,

with the exception of the
sheriff of Maycomb County,

have presented themselves to
you gentlemen, to this court,

in the cynical confidence

that their testimony
would not be doubted,

confident that you gentlemen
would go along with them

on the assumption,

the evil assumption
that all Negroes lie,

all Negroes are
basically immoral beings,

all Negro men are not to be
trusted around our women.

An assumption that one associates
with minds of their caliber

and which is, in itself,
gentlemen, a lie

which I do not need
to point out to you.

And so,

a quiet, humble,
respectable Negro

who has had
the unmitigated temerity

to feel sorry for a white woman

has had to put his word
against two white people's.

The defendant is not guilty,

but somebody in
this courtroom is.

Now, gentlemen,

in this country,

our courts are
the great levelers.

In our courts,

all men are created equal.

I'm no idealist

to believe firmly
in the integrity

of our courts and
in our jury system.

That's no ideal to me.
That is a living, working reality.

I am confident that
you gentlemen will review

without passion

the evidence
that you have heard,

come to a decision

and restore this man
to his family.

In the name of God,

do your duty.

In the name of God,

believe Tom Robinson.

How long has the jury
been out now, Reverend?

Let's see.

Almost two hours now.

I think that's an awful
good sign, don't you?

Court's now in session.
Everybody rise.

Gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Will the defendant please
rise and face the jury?

What is your verdict?

We find the defendant
guilty as charged.

Gentlemen,
this jury is dismissed.

Court's adjourned.

I'll go to see Helen, first
thing tomorrow morning.

I told her not to be disappointed,
we'd probably lose this one.

Tom.

Yes, Mr. Finch.

Miss Jean Louise?

Stand up.

Your father's passing.

Atticus.

I'm sorry, Atticus.

Thank you, Maudie.

Atticus, can I see
you for a minute?

Will you excuse me?

Jem?

Yes, ma'am.

I don't know if it'll help,

but I want to say this to you.

There are some men
in this world

who were born to do
our unpleasant jobs for us.

Your father's one of them.

Oh, well.

What's the matter, Atticus?

Tom Robinson is dead.

They were taking him to
Abbotsville for safekeeping.

Tom broke loose and ran.

The deputy

called out to him to stop.

Tom didn't stop.

He shot at him to wound him
and missed his aim.

Killed him.

The deputy says,

"Tom just ran
like a crazy man."

The last thing I told him was not to
lose heart, that we'd ask for an appeal.

We had such a good chance.

We had more than a good chance.

I have to go out
and tell his family.

Would you look after
the children, Maudie?

Atticus, you want me
to go with you?

No, Son. I think I'd
better go up there alone.

Atticus.

I'm going with you.

All right, Son.

Hello, Mr. Finch.
I'm Spence, Tom's father.

Hello, Spence.

Is Helen here?

Yes, sir. She's inside, lying down,
trying to get a little sleep.

We've been talking about
the appeal, Mr. Finch.

How long you think
it will take?

Spence...

There isn't going
to be any appeal.

Not now. Tom is dead.

Dead?

Helen.

Boy,

go inside and tell Atticus
Finch I said, "Come out here."

Go on, boy.

By October, things had
settled down again.

I still looked for Boo every
time I went by the Radley place.

This night, my mind was
filled with Halloween.

There was to be a pageant representing
our county's agricultural products.

I was to be a ham.

Jem said that he would escort
me to the school auditorium.

Thus began our
longest journey together.

Scout?

Yeah?

Will you come on?
Everybody's gone!

I can't go home like this!

I'm going. It's almost 10:00 and
Atticus will be waiting for us.

All right, I'm coming.

But I feel like a fool,
walking home like this.

It's not my fault
you lost your dress.

I didn't lose it.
I just can't find it.

Where are your shoes?

I can't find them, either.

You can get them tomorrow.

But tomorrow is Sunday.

You can get the janitor
to let you in. Come on.

Here, Scout, let me hold on to
you before you break your neck.

You don't have to hold me.

Shh.

What's the matter?

Hush a minute, Scout.

I thought I heard something.

Ah!

Come on.

Wait.

Are you trying to scare me? Shh.

You know I'm too old.

Be quiet.

I heard an old dog then.

It's not that.
I hear it when we're walking along.

When we stop,
I don't hear it anymore.

Oh, yeah, my costume rustling.

Halloween got you.

I hear it now.

I'll bet it's just old Cecil
Jacobs trying to scare us.

Cecil Jacobs is a big wet hen!

Come on.

Run, Scout! Run, Scout!
Run, run!

Scout! Scout!

What happened?

I swear I don't know.
I just don't know.

Cal, you go and tell
Dr. Reynolds to come over.

Yes, sir.

You all right?

Yes, sir.

Are you sure?

Yes, sir.

Sheriff Tate, please.

Atticus, is Jem dead?

No, he's unconscious.

We won't know how badly he's
hurt until the doctor gets here.

Heck, Atticus Finch.
Someone's been after my children.

He's got a bad break,
so far as I can tell.

Like somebody tried
to wring his arm off.

I'll be right back, Atticus.

How's the boy, Doc?

He'll be all right.

Sheriff Tate.

What is it, Heck?

Bob Ewell's lying on the ground,
under that tree down yonder

with a kitchen knife
stuck up under his ribs.

He's dead, Mr. Finch.

You sure?
Yes, sir.

He's not gonna bother
these children anymore.

Miss Scout, do you think you
could tell us what happened?

I don't know.

All of a sudden somebody grabbed
me, knocked me down on the ground.

Jem found me then.

Then Mr. Ewell, I reckon, grabbed
him again, and Jem hollered.

Then somebody grabbed me.
Mr. Ewell, I guess.

Somebody grabbed him.

Then I heard someone
panting and coughing.

And I saw someone carrying Jem.

Who was it?

There he is, Mr. Tate.

He'll tell you his name.

Hey, Boo.

Miss Jean Louise,
Mr. Arthur Radley.

I believe he already knows you.

Heck, let's go out
on the front porch.

Would you like to say good
night to Jem, Mr. Arthur?

You can pet him, Mr. Arthur.
He's asleep.

You couldn't if he was awake, though.
He wouldn't let you.

Go ahead.

Come sit in
the swing, Mr. Arthur.

I guess that
the thing to do is...

Good Lord,
I must be losing my memory.

I can't remember
whether Jem is 12 or 13.

Anyway, it'll have to come
before the County court.

Of course, it is a clear-cut
case of self-defense.

I'll run down to the office...

Mr. Finch,

do you think Jem killed Bob Ewell?
Is that what you think?

Your boy never stabbed him.

Bob Ewell fell on his knife.

He killed himself.

There's a black man
dead for no reason

and now the man responsible
for it is dead.

Let the dead bury the dead
this time, Mr. Finch.

I never heard tell
it was against the law

for any citizen
to do his utmost

to prevent a crime
from being committed,

which is exactly what he did.

But maybe you'll tell
me that it's my duty

to tell the town all about
it, not to hush it up.

You know what will happen then.

All the ladies in Maycomb,
including my wife,

will be knocking on his door
bringing angel food cakes.

To my way of thinking,

taking the one man who's done
you and this town a big service

and dragging him, with his shy
ways, into the limelight,

to me, that's a sin.

It's a sin and I'm not about
to have it on my head.

I may not be much,
Mr. Finch,

but I'm still
Sheriff of Maycomb County

and Bob Ewell
fell on his knife.

Good night, sir.

Mr. Tate was right.

What do you mean?

It would be sort of like shooting
a mockingbird, wouldn't it?

Thank you, Arthur.

Thank you for my children.

Neighbors bring food with death

and flowers with sickness,
and little things in between.

Boo was our neighbor.

He gave us two soap dolls,
a broken watch and chain,

a knife

and our lives.

One time, Atticus said

you never really knew a man

until you stood in his shoes
and walked around in them.

Just standing on the
Radley porch was enough.

The summer that had begun
so long ago had ended

and another summer
had taken its place,

and a fall,
and Boo Radley had come out.

I was to think of
these days many times,

of Jem and Dill and Boo Radley
and Tom Robinson

and Atticus.

He would be in
Jem's room all night.

And he would be there when
Jem waked up in the morning.