Fury Page #8

You ought to have violins

playing when you talk.

- I know what I want, and I'm getting it!

- You're hanging 22 people!

No, I'm not. I'm hanging 22 rats

for something they did do.

- These are 22 human beings.

- Yeah.

- They live and breathe.

- Like me in the jail, for instance!

They're not murderers.

They were part of a mob.

- A mob doesn't think. It hasn't time.

- What about the guy in jail? He can think.

All right, it's his turn. Let them know

what it means to be lynched.

- Don't you think they know by now?

- No.

What you've felt for a few hours,

they've had to face for days and weeks!

Wishing, with all their souls, they could

have that one day to live over again.

Joe...

...don't you see?

We can be together and be happy.

Let me go with you to the judge.

And then we can start all over again.

Stop thinking about them.

Think about me.

I am thinking about you.

About what a swell guy you were...

...when you were alive.

- When I was alive?

If those people die, Joe Wilson dies.

You know that.

Wherever you go. Whatever you do.

I couldn't marry you now, Joe.

I couldn't marry a dead man.

All right, then, all right!

I don't need anybody!

Nobody!

Maybe this is crazy.

I can't help thinking we'd be

better off if you hadn't escaped.

That's what you can't help thinking?

Who cares?

This is a big night.

I ought to be celebrating.

And that's what I'm gonna do too!

Celebrate. Alone!

From now on, I'm gonna do everything

alone! I don't need any of you!

Hey.

- Yes?

- This stuff's weak.

- Get me bourbon.

- Sorry, sir...

...but with the kind of license

we have here, it's against the law.

All right. Give me a check.

- I'm sorry, sir, if you feel...

- No. It's all right. It's just, it's too noisy.

I don't like crowded places.

Are you planning to do a lot of running

around in this room?

Have a good time...

...and bye-bye.

Come in, mister.

- What's your pleasure?

- Double bourbon.

Yes, sir.

Midnight, and another day.

Two pages must've got hanged together.

Do a good job of it!

What does it matter?

Twenty-two, 23, 25!

Katherine! Katherine!

Katherine, don't leave me alone.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...

...have you agreed upon a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

You will hand the verdict

to the bailiff.

We find in the case of the people of

the state versus the defendants...

...charged with the murder of Joseph

Wilson as set forth in the indictment.

Jasper Anderson, not guilty.

Gilbert Clark, not guilty.

Richard Durkin, guilty.

Walter Dubbs, guilty.

Kirby Dawson, guilty.

Frederick Garrett, guilty.

- Walter Gordon, guilty.

- No, no! I'm not. Not me!

Go ahead, go ahead, get it over with!

Order in the court!

Your Honor, I am Joseph Wilson.

Keep your seats!

- Go on.

- I know that by coming here...

...I saved the lives of these 22 people.

But that isn't why I'm here. I don't care

anything about saving them.

They're murderers. I know the law

says they're not because I'm still alive.

But that's not their fault.

And the law doesn't know that a lot of

things that were very important to me...

...silly things, maybe,

like a belief in justice...

...and an idea that men were civilized...

...and a feeling of pride that this country

of mine was different from all others.

The law doesn't know those things were

burned to death within me that night.

I came here today for my own sake.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

I couldn't stop thinking about them,

with every step and every breath I took.

And I didn't believe Katherine

when she said...

Katherine is the young lady

who was going to marry me.

Maybe someday after

I've paid for what I did...

...there'll be a chance to begin again.

And then maybe...

...Katherine and I...

- Joe.

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