Rosewood Page #5

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Look here.

They give me this

for saving lives.

Most important thing

anybody ever give to me.

You keep it for me.

Hold on to it

till I get back.

Now, can you do that

for me, darling?

Morning, Judge.

Multiple gunshot wounds.

Missing ear...

fingers...

various other parts.

By Jesus, your boys really

got to this one, huh, Ellis?

Yes, they did, sir.

Levy County is growing.

We need us

a sheriff up here...

who can handle

these n*gger problems.

Is that you, Ellis?

Now hold on, Judge.

Oh, I think I got everything

under control now, Judge.

I hope so.

We ain't talking about...

breaking up fights

on Saturday night.

You can't control

your colored,

we're going to replace you

with someone who can.

Cause of death:

"Mischief at hands unknown..."

Write that down, Earl.

All right now!

Get on in here!

Fall in here, everybody!

Now, hush up!

Everybody, come on, now!

Don't lollygag!

I want to give you

a day off.

What's that, Boots?

He says you

got the day off.

All right!

That colored boy

what assaulted Fanny Taylor,

he's still out there

somewhere.

So I'm gonna give you

the day off...

so you can go help

with the search.

All I expect is...

if you find him...

well, you know what to do.

Oh, Lord, Auntie,

they're likely to come

in here and kill us all.

You got to tell them

that man was white.

Child, you don't think...

they going to listen

to old Aunt Sarah?

They'd just as soon as

string me up...

like they done Sam Carter.

You ain't never seen crackers

act the way I know.

When I was a little girl,

about 7,

still on the Willowbrook

plantation...

old massa's son stole $20

out of the family chest...

for a cockfight.

Massa knew he took it.

As blue as Jesus' eyes,

he knew.

But just the same...

he whipped my daddy

half to death.

It don't matter what man

was beating on Fanny Taylor.

N*gger.

It's just another word

for guilty.

Here you go.

Thank you, Mr. Bryce.

You're welcome.

You're a nice gentleman.

Look, why don't you get your

peoples on board, Aunt Sarah?

Take them up

to Gainesville for a while.

Don't much like the looks

of things around here.

Things been

looking the same...

as long as I can remember,

Mr. Bryce.

You take care of yourself.

Take that.

Put it on the side there.

Board!

Sylvester?

- Go inside the depot, Mama.

- Sylvester!

Mama, it's all right.

Mama, go on.

Johnny.

Sylvester!

Do you know the whereabouts

of this Jesse Hunter?

I do not.

You arrest that man

who kill Sam Carter yet?

Don't you get

uppity with me.

I've come to warn you.

There are some boys

over there in Sumner...

let on if they was you,

they wouldn't let sundown

catch them around here.

Well,

they ain't me... sir.

Why don't you be

a good boy...

and go visit some

of your other relatives...

for a little while, huh?

I am trying

to help you here.

They're all over there right now

getting all full of liquor...

and making nooses.

You hear me!

Huh?

Sheriff...

If you really

want to help...

I appreciate it

if you wouldn't allow...

them boys to come

'round here.

Now, I was born and raised

in Rosewood.

This here is my home.

And I'll be damned if I let

anybody run me off it.

Now, you can tell

them boys that.

Tell them

your damn self.

Damn colored fool.

Go home, Mama.

You're gonna have to

settle your account...

before I can

sell you the shells.

Want me

to settle the account?

That's right.

All right.

Go home, Jewel.

Girl, you best

get out of this store.

She belongs here.

She belongs right here.

Do you see

how you do my cousin?

Get out this store

right now, Jewel! Get!

Can't you listen

to nobody?

Sheriff give you good advice.

Why ain't you leaving?

I thought you a smart boy,

Sylvester.

I thought you

a smart boy.

Here is your money,

Mr. Wright.

That should settle

my account.

Sylvester...

Dumb...

Hurry up!

Here come them boys.

They ain't got nothing.

What'd you find?

Snakes and ticks.

Them colored folks

got to be hiding that n*gger.

What time is it,

anyway?

Well, let's see...

by old Sam Carter.

Bourbon time.

I'll tell you, boys.

If anybody's hiding

Jesse Hunter,

my money's

on Sylvester Carrier.

That n*gger,

he hates us white folk.

He does.

You know,

he's got a piano.

A n*gger

with a goddamn piano.

I've been working

all my life,

I ain't got a piano.

You don't know

how to play one.

That ain't the point.

Old man Cummer,

up in that house of his,

he's got a piano.

That n*gger's got one,

and I don't.

Now, how does that look?

Yeah, and he's married

to that white woman.

Gertrude ain't white.

Hell, she look white.

Well, she ain't.

She's half Negress,

half-Seminole Indian.

He says.

It wouldn't surprise me

if he was hiding that bastard.

Hey, Judge.

I tell you, Duke.

Can I get that bottle?

Go ahead now,

make a wish.

Blow the candles out.

Open this one first, Arnett.

Open that one.

Oh, yeah,

that's nice, Mama.

Yeah, that's real nice.

You're a man now.

You need a suit of clothes.

Arnett, open this one here

and that one, too.

Sylvester got that one.

Simmer down.

Be quiet!

Sylvester, come on

out here now, boy.

We want to talk

to you.

Bring that Jesse Hunter

on out here with you.

Yeah, that's right.

Bring that boy with you.

Jesse and Sylvester are probably

sitting up in there.

Shut up

that damn dog.

Sittin' up there now

eating pork chops.

Laughing at us all.

Goddamn, Duke!

Son of a...

You had no call

to do that.

It's just a damn dog,

Ellis.

I'll have

no more shooting.

How you expect the boy

to come out here...

if you're going

to shoot his hound?

Hell of a shot!

Sylvester!

You'd better get out here now.

Wait, Mama!

Mama, hold on!

Get out the window, Mama.

All right. I'm gonna

go get the guns, Mama.

You stay

out the window.

No, Sylvester!

Mama, just stay out

the window.

Y'all children

get down right now.

Get down under the table

right now.

Scrappie, Gertie,

you keep these kids down.

Big Baby, get down!

Get down!

We don't want to talk to you.

We want to talk to your boy.

Boys, why don't y'all

go on home?

Miz Sarah, we want

to talk to Sylvester.

You get him out here!

Right now!

Mr. Walker, my boy don't know

nothing about this business.

You let him

tell us that.

Let Jesse Hunter

tell us something.

Boys, I know y'all.

I was midwife to more

than half of you...

and some

of your young ones.

Bring that boy

out here now!

I done seen you come up

from babies to now.

Ain't nothing

going to come of this.

It don't make sense.

My Sylvester ain't had nothing

to do with this mess.

We ain't never known

no Jesse Hunter.

I was there

with Miss Fanny.

I seen the man's face

as plain as day.

And most of you mens know that

that man was white!

Who fired that shot?

You tell me right now.

I told you

no more shooting.

Didn't I tell you that?

Aunt Sarah.

Poly, get back here!

Shut up, Walker.

Quit squealing

like a stuck pig.

I'll take this boy out myself.

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