Rosewood
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 140 min
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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...
"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.
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 some.45 shells?
Clean out.
Be going to Gainesville
first thing in the morning.
I'll pick some up.
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,
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
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
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
over in Wylie last summer
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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