Rosewood

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Good morning.

Good morning,

Sylvester.

Morning, Mama.

Good morning, Gertie.

Good morning, Aunt Sarah.

Don't run...

with them eggs, Arnett!

Big Baby?

Big Baby?

Ma'am, Miss White?

Big Baby, come...

over here, please.

Morning, Miss White.

Morning. Would you run this

over to Mr. Wright at the store?

Yes, ma'am, Miss White.

Big Baby...

Ma'am?

The name is Wright.

Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Wright,

got your breakfast!

Mr. Wright!

Oh, Mr. Wright!

Oh, Mr. Wright!

Mr. Wright,

I got your breakfast!

Mr. Wright,

I got your breakfast!

Stay where you are,

Big Baby!

Stay where you are!

I'm coming!

Mr. Wright! Mr. Wright,

I got your... breakfast.

A nice day, ain't it?

Y'all get on now.

That'll be two pennies, please.

Thank you.

Girl, you better...

go away from here.

How's the family?

Morning, Miss Sarah.

Morning, Mr. Bryce.

Lovely day, ain't it?

Ooh, that it is.

You got that egg

for me, boy?

Yes, sir.

There you are.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Here you go, Mama.

- All right.

All aboard!

Shoot.

Shoot, for Christ sake!

You little mullet!

What, are you an Audubon fella?

You a bird-watcher?

Come on.

This is going to be the first

boar you smoked yourself.

You know what them

Seminole injuns say?

You don't?

They say you only supposed

to kill what you gonna eat.

They say it's a sin

if you don't.

Damn Seminole.

Listen here.

Don't want you around

that colored boy no more.

Arnett?

Don't look right, my boy

trailing around after a n*gger.

But he Arnett.

He's my friend.

That hurt?

No.

Why you cryin'?

I ain't crying.

You'll be a man soon.

I'll get you there.

Hey, Duke!

Seen any n*ggers out here?

No, sir.

Well, one escaped off

the chain gang near State Road.

Name's Jesse Hunter.

He might have headed

for Rosewood.

You keep an eye out.

You see him,

don't shoot him.

Bring him to me.

All right. Yes, sir.

I say shoot him.

Drive.

Aunt Sarah!

Sheriff.

Morning.

Morning.

I got a surprise for you.

- I wonder what it is.

- Don't move.

Come on, baby. Stop it.

James, come on now.

Don't act like a child.

Fanny. Fanny.

Stop it now.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Oh, Fanny.

I said stop it.

Go to work.

Damn!

Morning, Sarah.

Morning, Mr. Taylor.

Floors need scrubbin',

Aunt Sarah.

Relax, child. We already done

scrubbed all the cypress...

out of these old boards.

Watch out!

Excuse me, Mr. Taylor.

Goddamn.

So he won't come

around here, huh?

Earl, put the gun away.

Hell, that boy ain't

no more off a chain gang...

than I'm

governor of Florida.

Sit on down.

Bye, Emmett.

All right, settle down.

I'm gonna tell you a story, OK?

Pay attention.

"Once upon a time,

"there was

a pony named Dark...

"who every night took

little people to Sleepy Town.

"One night, as Dark Pony

started off,

"he met a little boy named

Naughty who called out...

"Please let me go.

"So Dark Pony whoaed...

"and Naughty

hopped on his back...

"and away they went.

"They went galloping..."

- Who's that?

- I don't know.

Hey, Cousin Scrappie.

Mr. Carter!

You got yourself

a customer!

Hey, mister,

why ain't you got a car?

I like a horse.

Car's faster.

I ain't in no hurry.

You got a name, boy?

Yes, sir. Name's Arnett.

Booker T., meet Arnett.

Arnett, this here Booker T.

Why ain't you in school, boy?

I'm workin' for

Miss Fanny Taylor.

She payin' you

to follow me around?

Can I help you, mister?

Horse threw a shoe.

Need all four done.

Hell, can't get to it

till tomorrow.

Closing early tonight.

Why so?

It's New Year's Eve, sir.

Dance tonight,

Put that horse in the stable.

I'll take care of him for you.

That's a pretty horse, sir.

Thank you.

Now, Lemuel,

you know me, I'm fair.

I charge a dollar a jug.

But since you're

into me for $12 already,

I'm going to have

to put you down for three.

Three dollars?

Oh, now, Mr. Wright,

that ain't fair.

I... I know

I owes you a lots,

but I'm

a regular customer.

One dollar.

Thank you, Mr. Wright.

You better stop

drinking, Lemuel,

before I own...

your house.

Free of charge.

Go see after

your father.

Thank you, Mr. Wright.

Future customer.

Sorry, I don't extend

credit to strangers.

You own that plot

of land across the way?

I will...

this time tomorrow.

Look at this,

all these melons, no good.

Spoiled. Hog food now.

Jewel, darlin',

you got to throw these out.

You got some.45 shells?

Clean out.

Be going to Gainesville

first thing in the morning.

I'll pick some up.

You still be around then?

Might be.

What's wrong

with you two today?

Every time I try to tell you

to do something,

you won't listen.

You know, I will smack you.

I'll smack you.

No more playtime for you, none.

Not today.

Mornin', teacher, ma'am.

I wonder

if you can tell me...

where a man can find

hisself a good meal?

Y'all go inside.

Well, my name ain't

"teacher, ma'am." It's Beulah.

Folks I know

call me Scrappie.

Well, folks I know

call me Mann...

Miss Scrappie.

Nice to meet you,

Mr. Mann.

Likewise.

Now, this here Rattler,

Mr. Mann.

He a deer dog.

He help me hunt,

'cause he can get real quiet,

know what I mean?

All right, come on, boy.

This way now. This way.

So, what, uh,

what you selling now,

Mr. Mann?

What makes you think I'm selling

something, Mr. Carrier?

Well, I figure a colored fellow

with nowhere particular to be,

that man be

sellin' something...

or he runnin'.

Well...

you figure wrong...

friend.

Come on inside.

Hey, Gertie,

got some good news.

Mr. Mann here

ain't sellin' nothin'.

Turn that music down.

My husband

got a suspicious mind.

Oh, yes, I do.

He's sweet on you.

Scrappie, come over here

and help me with this bird.

Must be New Year's.

Yes, sir.

Come on in, Mr. Mann.

Evenin', Mr. Mann.

Ma'am.

Thank you.

This is my brother James,

his wife Emma,

and their daughter Jewel.

Be quiet.

Scrappie,

show the man a seat.

You can sit here.

Thank you.

Scrappie!

Now, I had a talk

with Mr. Andrews...

on your behalf today.

What about Mr. Andrews?

Mama, that old cracker...

caught hisself whistling

at Scrappie and all that.

What?

Yeah, that's right.

I went over there

and gave him some words.

Sylvester, what you say

to them people now?

Mr. Andrews, I come to have

a word with you about my cousin.

Now, I expect you

to show her some respect.

You expect, boy?

I don't like Scrappie

feelin' scared around nobody.

That a threat?

Ain't no threat needed.

I'm just sayin'

I don't mess with your peoples,

I don't want you

messin' with mines.

Now, I thank you

very kindly, sir.

Sylvester, you can't talk

to white folks like that...

and not expect a rope

around your neck.

Look, times

is changin', Mama.

Now, I ain't

no sharecropper.

I'm a music teacher.

Times ain't never changed

for no crackers, boy.

Don't you forget

they burned a colored man...

over in Wylie last summer

for winking at a white woman.

Sure did.

I know that, Mama,

but it's all right for them

to whistle at Scrappie?

No, that ain't right.

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