Final Chapter: Walking Tall
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- 1977
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Walking Tall III
I had to take position
alone.
And you know what I did.
Until all men do not take positions for their beliefs
same misfortune can happen to you each of you!
Baby!
Buford?
Now is a year, right?
I bet Mike thinks about his girlfriend.
- Do not you, Mike?
- Come on Carl. Give me that.
Since his grandfather's say, Carl?
I said that's okay,
between us as adult men.
Why?
Have you ever thought about how I feel when I say an adult
, Grandpa?
If this chicken thing probably
want to tell you and I by name.
You could.
Stay 's your hair grow some white
and talk about it.
Response.
I bet the Lurner Jennie was given.
Talk of little Jennie Lurner,
they play last summer?
It's not small,
has some big tits.
- Dwan, to shame.
- But it's true.
Okay, Grandma, I apologize.
- It's not nice to talk like that.
- Thus says everyone these days.
- Pa tre` to go to school.
- Pa.
- See you soon, Buford.
- However, it is high.
Buford?
Son to me about my father,
clear?
How do you tell me all the time?
Know that Dwan is right,
girl has some balconies...
jerk you are!
Today is one year old, Pauline.
If I had listened,
If you give up the post of sheriff,
today you were still alive.
Sorry.
Me and children
I painted the house a few weeks ago.
A nice out.
You always said to paint.
Children is doing well.
I miss you, baby.
Would you like how things go
here now.
We still have some problems from time to time.
But it's not like it was before, Pauline.
That's much better.
I have to go now.
Bye, baby.
We want to do it in a professional manner.
We do not speak up, Pusser.
Analyze your affirmations well.
We have no solid proof,
which to build the case.
John Witter was behind
ambush that killed my wife.
And I know it, you know it.
But we can not prove.
- No evidence, no witnesses.
- What do you mean, no witnesses?
What about Pinky Dobson and his girlfriend?
Pinky Dobson paralyzed.
Unable to testify.
Girl is scared to death, and he retracted
any previous statement.
There's no solid evidence.
I hear, sheriff?
Evidence to prove that Witter ordered ambush.
Your feelings for the deceased...
died?
Sir, talking to my wife.
Your feelings for your wife...
Thank you.
I warn you to look at the problem from a proper perspective.
Perspective?
I want the f***ing guy for first degree murder.
To stay away from him.
The day you shot Dobson,
Witter went to New York,
because he was frightened of what you could do it too.
And we are afraid of the same thing.
I warn you, Pusser.
This will be resolved in a lawful manner.
Legal manner, you've got it?
Yes, Brownard, I understand.
Thanks a lot, guys.
Wait, Pusser.
Come back here.
- Lloyd, I want to talk to you.
- Sure, Buford, what's wrong?
Just came from the FBI.
And Brownard
I only mumble nonsense about legal
how
I am not able to catch him on Witter.
Tre` to hear from you, Lloyd.
So it works?
You have said it correctly.
So go law today.
A work that way,
but there's something wrong with the law that shielded the guilty
,
and do not care about the innocent.
It's not fair.
I know it's not right, Buford,
but you must have patience.
I do not have patience, Lloyd.
I know that, Buford.
But to have to leave it alone.
Why?
John Witter make a mistake these days.
And you close it forever.
But they should do it,
not you.
Buford, I want to be your
more useful.
It's not your fault, Lloyd.
Thank you.
That's all, Mr. Witter?
Yes, that's all.
Thanks so much.
Pay attention to what I say.
Pusser will make a mistake sooner or later.
I still have eyes and ears out there.
A:
to tell me when something happens.
And then I was
settle accounts with him once and for all.
No, John.
Haste you again.
We do not have any game mechanic
any distillery or prostitutes remaining in McNairy County.
And caused us many problems
Pusser, do not want back there.
Get out of there,
and recognize that you won.
I leave my ass.
John, I decided that because all
dirt and...
unwanted advertising that we've brought
to transfer a quarter of your territories, some other gentlemen.
Do not have to support it.
Yes, I do.
Hard to believe, right?
It came out from prison two weeks ago
.
And coming back to the same pit,
the same boiler as the last time.
Since his wife learned
as bail,
fled with her lover.
A boy left.
Do you think you could go and slower?
- But it's hard, Dad.
- Tough on hell.
How do you do muscles?
You did that on purpose.
You act like a girl.
I bet you lean when you pee.
I did not.
Do not you answer me back to me.
Do not hear you, boy.
No, leave me alone.
That's it. I'll take care of O.Q.
- Teach you mind, boy.
- I hurt.
- Leave me alone.
- Mouth.
Get out of the water.
- Grady?
- Here.
- You got him?
- Yup.
What's your name, son?
Robby.
Look, Robby.
I was often cut,
and do not want to be.
Leave me alone.
You must go to the station.
You know that, right?
Want to put that aside,
siren if we go back on while you want?
Want?
- How old are you, Robby?
- Do not say anything.
Know what to expect.
Only your dad to make.
See what I said.
Out of the car, O.Q.
Come on.
What the hell are you doing, Pusser?
Grady, me and O.Q.
We'll have a little chat.
I would appreciate it if you showed him
Robby, how to walk on the radio.
And give it to the fullest.
Robby?
- See the thing with the red button?
- Yup.
Want to give me?
You're not supposed to do that, Pusser.
I know that.
Now give your pants.
Take off your pants, O.Q.
Or I will.
Is it inhumane, Pusser.
Stop taking yourself to your boy?
Yes!
- Day one more.
- YUP !!!
Normal yes.
Shoot your back that you.
Come on, get out of here.
- Hello, Aaron.
- Hello, Grady.
- I think I know Teal brothers.
- Yup.
- Hello, sheriff.
- Joan.
I want you to get acquainted with
a friend. Robby, she's Joan.
Hi, Robby.
You think you can get a milkshake and a cheeseburger
?
Yes, I can.
You would like that, Robby?
Yes, sir.
How about then some chocolate chip cookies
?
I have ever eaten.
Well, son,
one to eat now.
Joan, call the orphanage.
Let's get a warrant for the boy.
Yes, I understand.
Send me to jail, sheriff?
No, son. Do not send.
- Have a seat.
- I can not take place.
- I said sit down.
- I said, go f***.
I know right, nigga.
I have the right to an attorney.
And I can not afford one, and the new law says that tre`
provide me one.
And I know exactly who I want.
I bet you do.
I said sit down.
This is, Robby.
- E-n Valley?
- Yup.
What kind of place is this?
Has good food. Very good.
Most guys your age.
You have your own room, a clean bed and
bus to take you to school.
Watch this.
- View riders that?
- Yup.
Hello, sheriff.
Who you got?
He's your new friend.
I called Robby.
Hi, Robby.
- What about ponies?
- Are beautiful.
You like to ride one?
- Are you sure?
- Yup.
- Are you ready?
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