Rosewood Page #7

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through there, see?

Now, you pull

on one of those.

That's perfect.

That's good.

There you go.

Pull tight.

There you go. That's good.

Now you've got it, boy.

There's your noose.

Now you make one.

Just like this one.

Oh, that's a good one.

That's a good one.

Good boy.

Here. Use these

and cover yourself up.

It's all right.

You're all right.

Scrappie, I'm freezing.

Scrappie, I'm hungry.

Quiet, y'all!

They're gonna hear us.

They done

killed everybody.

Aunt Sarah,

Big Baby, Sylvester.

Scrappie.

Look.

It's more than 50 children

hidin' around in the swamp,

and they been

out here all night...

with nothing to eat,

and they're cryin',

and they're freezin'.

What we gonna do?

What we gonna do?

Y'all be quiet now.

Now, hush!

Hush. Just hush.

Stop fighting.

Arnett...

Front and center.

Quit crying, Arnett.

You ain't a little boy

no more. You a man.

Now, you see any tears

in these eyes?

I need you to be strong.

You're my lieutenant,

understand?

Yes, sir.

Now, you gather up

these women and children.

You're gonna move deep

into the swamp.

All right.

We gots to move.

Get up.

Come on. Get up.

Come on. Move.

Let's go. Move!

I knew you'd be back.

It's gonna

be all right.

Let's move it.

Get him up.

Oh, he's bad.

He ain't gonna

last out here.

Emma, there ain't nothin'

the matter with me.

- I can walk.

- Daddy.

There ain't

no place to go.

You come too late!

All right, Timothy.

Upstairs with the Turners.

Put him upstairs, too,

in the front.

That's enough.

That's enough.

Let's go. Upstairs.

Everyone upstairs!

And clean this place up.

Look at this.

Clean this up.

Oh, my God!

This is not happening.

What's the matter

with you?

I know you don't...

I know you don't like having

colored folks in the house,

but this

is a serious time.

Is that what you think,

that I don't like livin' here

'cause of the colored folks?

Is that what you think?

Well, what is it, Mary?

I am caring for the colored

folks in my home!

It's my home, too.

I know.

Yes, it's your home.

You all treat me like

a guest in my own house.

I got news for you,

John Wright.

Carol is dead.

She's dead.

She ain't comin' back,

and I ain't leavin'.

Oh, God!

Put me down.

Put me down!

Emma!

Emma!

Put me down.

I hear you're hiding folk,

Mr. Wright.

I need you to put away

old James here.

You're misinformed.

You best take him.

Go hide in the woods.

No. I don't want

to go in there.

Take him, and go

hide in the swamp.

I ain't gonna

go in that house!

- John Wright?

- What?

I know what you been

doin' with my daughter.

What?

- Hush now.

- I can run like you.

No, you can't.

Now, you gonna get us killed.

Just hush!

Come on, Mr. Wright.

You the massa

around here.

I ain't a massa

of nothin'.

You best git

while you can.

- What's the matter, Mr. Wright?

- Git!

Don't he owe you enough

to save his life?

You son of a b*tch.

How much it take for you

to hide this man?

$10? 15?

How about 60, goddamn 50?

I'm gonna blow

your head off!

This man's life

worth one acre of land?

Hide the man, John,

for God's sake.

Let him in.

Come on.

Come on.

No, Mama.

Come on, baby.

No, Mama. It's all right.

You go on.

Go, Mama!

I'm all right.

I can't go in there, Mama!

Take care of Papa.

Come on!

Come on, now. Git!

Go.

I'll be all right, Mama.

What's the problem, boys?

What's the matter?

We want James Carrier.

Right now.

Well, I ain't seen him.

Hell, I ain't seen nobody.

Damn it, John.

We caught his daughter.

We know he's here!

What did y'all

peckerwoods do to her?

Where's she at, damn it?

Where's she at, Ellis?

Come on now!

It's her daddy we after!

Explain to me why you

want to lynch a cripple.

We ain't lynchin' nobody

don't need to be lynched, John.

I just don't see

no sense in it.

John, James Carrier

was in that house...

with Sylvester

and Jesse Hunter!

Yeah. We just want to ask him

a few questions, John.

That's all.

Well, that's all fine,

but I ain't got him.

All right, boys!

Stay back!

You get off my porch!

Get off my...

Don't you come near!

Simmer down!

Johnny,

you want these boys...

to go through

your wife and children?

Is that what you want?

Come on!

Bring him out!

We will!

That's what we're gonna do!

You give me your word,

all you want to do

is question him? Yes?

That's more like it!

Y'all wait here.

Get that n*gger out here!

He was in the house

the whole time.

Get that damn n*gger!

John!

John, where

are you going?

You're not going to let

those people have him?

Mary, please.

If I don't, they'll come

in here and shoot us all.

They just want to

ask him some questions.

I'll be with him to make sure

they don't do more than that.

I'll be with him.

Now, James...

We got old Sarah over here,

resting her soul.

If you don't tell us

where this Jesse boy is,

we're gonna have to put

you in there with her.

It's a big box!

Why ain't

my sister buried?

'Cause you ain't

buried her yet.

Dig a hole,

n*gger.

I ain't got

but one good arm.

We ain't got

but one good shovel.

Come on. Get up here,

you old crow,

and dig your own hole.

Come on!

Show us what

you're made of.

Come on! Let's go!

Grab that shovel.

Let me see what you can do.

Get him goin'!

Whoa! He's eager, ain't he?

James, stop it.

Just trying to help him put

that shovel in the ground.

James, listen here.

I want you to tell these boys

where Jesse Hunter is.

He was in that house

with you, wasn't he?

Now, tell me, hear me?

Listen up.

James, you tell them

something, hmm?

James, look at me!

You tell them something,

for God's sake.

I'm pleading to you.

Sheriff,

I can't lie to you.

I ain't never met the man.

Fair enough.

Stop! Duke!

God! What's the matter

with you, Duke?

What the hell

is the matter with you?

Oh, hush up, John.

You done went and turned

n*gger lover on us.

Ever since your wife

passed away,

you ain't been the same.

I'm goin' home, y'all.

N*gger lover, my ass!

You stupid

piece of white trash!

What did you call me?

Don't you n*gger lover me,

you white trash!

Come on!

Think of who you are.

Think of who you are.

Think of what

you're saying.

Don't do this.

N*gger lover.

N*gger lover!

Whose side you on,

Johnny Wright?

Don't even care a white man

got shot!

You forgetting

who you are, Johnny?

Go home, Johnny.

You go home right now.

You got the money

that man owes me?

Y'all gonna pay me for

all the money I'm losing?

Hell, no!

Killin' all

of my customers,

runnin' 'em off.

You watch who you

call white trash, boy!

That's right.

Just 'cause you rich

off n*gger money,

you think you better

than all the rest of us?

That's right!

You get all the money

in Florida, Johnny Wright,

you still ain't nothin'...

but a dirt-floor cracker!

Shopkeeper!

Hey, now, wake up.

Come on.

Come on. We got to go.

Time to wake up.

We're going to go this way.

Gertie, where are we going?

Keep quiet.

We're going to go this way.

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