By Any Means (2026) Movie Script
Before you go knocking on doors,
I need you to
understand something,
this ain't just about
registering bullets,
people have been
beaten for lessons,
some have been killed.
The dark-haired young man seated at the
center of the group was Andrew Goodman.
Tonight, Goodman and fellow volunteers Michael Schwerner
and James Chaney are the focus of the nation's concern.
They've been
missing since Sunday.
Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner were in Mississippi
for the Freedom Summer Civil Rights Initiative
working to register
Negro voters.
Deputy Sheriff Cecil Price says he detained
them for driving 65 in a 30-mile-an-hour zone.
They were released that evening.
When they paid the
fine and I was wasting,
they got in the car and left.
That's the last time
we saw any of them.
Sometimes they break quickly,
other times it's
a prolonged effort.
This may be a prolonged effort,
but it will be continued
until it is solved.
Until we find the bodies of those three men
that have disappeared and the persons who
may be responsible
for the disappearance.
BASED ON TRUE EVENTS
Who are you?
Why are you doing this to me?
Where are the bodies at, Eddie?
I'm a man of God.
Please.
Where are the bodies at, Eddie?
I don't get real tired, Eddie.
I just, I just, I
just don't know nothing.
- You don't know nothing?
- No, sir.
Okay, well here's the lineup.
That's the bottom of the ninth.
The bases are loaded.
Coming to the play
folks is the Grim Reaper.
Reaper checks the swings.
He didn't like the
looks of that one.
You didn't like them
booter boys, did you?
You different.
Yeah,
I'm a hit up.
Oh, here's the one at the top.
What's the fastball?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait...
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Buried.
Oh, jolly.
Born.
Buried. Who's buried here?
Oh.
Come here.
Spit it out.
We're going to have
to start all over again.
You don't want to
start all over again.
Can you try it?
You nigger.
Good boy.
You know, you could have saved
yourself a little discomfort.
Had you just shared that
information out here, right?
BY ANY MEANS
New guy's just
trying to look busy.
Oh, come on, man.
Don't do me like that.
I'm just trying to educate
myself on what's going on down here.
It's like case after
case, unsolved, unsolved,
unsolved.
Make me wonder why Hoover
even hired Leroy as an FBI.
Because he black.
Grandpappy was a slaver.
Mama was half black
and shot tough.
That's why he give those
white boys the murder pass.
He don't want people picking up on
that one drop of nigger he got in him.
Man, you better
kill all that noise.
Well, he McCarthy
all our black asses.
Excuse me.
Can I have some more?
Wayne Strider,
sir.
From Chicago? Yes, sir.
But I'm originally from
Mississippi, Hattiesburg.
I'd like to assist in
the Klan investigation.
Why do you join the Bureau,
Agent Strider?
Because I believe in justice.
And I believe that Negroes
have to be a part of getting it.
Well, I need to get back to this work if I stand
any chance of seeing my wife before she goes to bed.
Good night.
Good night, sir.
Maybe you came back to Mississippi
to make a difference than you are.
Just by being here.
At least in Chicago,
I worked cases.
I wouldn't bring it down doors,
but I was a part of
the investigation.
It's like Chicago, Wayne.
You're ready for the world,
baby.
This world ain't ready for you.
Yet.
But it will be.
And when it is,
I will look out. Thank you.
Being here helps me understand
you in a way that I did not before.
Mississippi makes
you work for it.
This place does not
suffer fools gladly.
You've been here
for three weeks.
You already got us figured out.
No, I hope I never figure
you out, Wayne Strider.
JANUARY 10, 1966
Our struggle is a
uniquely American one.
It's the struggle for freedom.
For justice.
It's the very struggle that
this country was built on.
And we have a potent
weapon in our arms.
- Welcome.
- Hello.
It's the battle,
brothers and sisters.
Listen.
I am not saying that the
battle can fix everything.
But it's a voice.
And if it don't mean that much,
how come they so hell bent
on not letting us have it?
It's a proclamation
that we hear.
That we matter.
So here's what I'm going to do.
I'm a blessed man.
Y'all buy from my store.
You work my land.
You make it possible for
me to provide for my family.
So I say that when
a man has enough,
it's his obligation
to give some of it back.
You tell everyone you know
that if they can't
pay their poll tax,
Vernon Daymond will
pay it for them.
Because you know what I believe.
If you don't vote,
you don't count.
I say if you don't
vote, you don't count.
All right, so wait a minute.
All right, you can
see which one it is.
That's because 40% of the black
population are registered to vote.
And in some districts,
they're forced to pay
a $2 poll tax to do so.
It's important that we get
Negroes out large enough to vote.
It'll be the coalition
of the Negro vote
and the moderate white vote that
really make the New South possible.
"Sambo" Toys Company
WHITES ONLY
Okay, how did he
get you to leave?
Answer, Chicago.
Come all the way down
here to this dusty old town.
He lied to me.
He promised me a big old house.
Good luck with kids. Daddy,
can I just get two more cookies?
Of course you can, sweetheart.
Give them to your brother.
Yes, Mama.
Just like that.
Don't get too big a house.
And you might need to make
too many babies to fill it up.
Yeah, you know about
that, don't you?
And you chose to come back.
He never really left.
It's not in his heart.
He always said, America won't be
right till Mississippi is right.
Is that what I always say?
Thank God I've got
some poets with me.
It's them again.
Hang up on them, then.
That phone's been ringing off the hook ever
since Vernon started paying folks' coat taxes.
They be getting hateful
calls all the time.
Leave us alone!
He gonna keep calling, Vernon.
Well,
if it ring again,
I'll unblock it.
Oh,
come on, we don't need to
worry about that nonsense.
We're here to celebrate the return
of the prodigal son, Wayne Strada.
Oh,
their own
Elliot Ness.
Yeah!
That's right.
Something like that.
Look at you.
And just the fact that you're a bona fide agent of
none other than the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Well, that's important.
And I want you to know
that we are proud of you.
Well, thank you for having me.
And remember,
if you don't vote,
you don't count.
Now, that was Hattie Ford
businessman Vernon Dahmer,
who jumped in to do his part by offering to collect
a $2 toll tax for any Negroes registering to vote.
If you cannot afford it, Mr.
Dahmer will pay it himself.
It wasn't enough that he
owns his coffee machine.
No, he's making more
money than any of us.
While a white family in this county doesn't know
where their next meal is going to come from.
That's right.
There was a time,
not too long ago,
where a nigger wouldn't so
much as whisper the word vote.
And now,
that son of a bitch is
on the radio buying votes.
It's a shame what we've
let our nation become.
We took this land first.
We took a savage nation into the
greatest country the world has ever known.
We are God's chosen people.
Our fathers' fathers
spilled their blood
so that this land could
nourish our sons forever.
That's right.
That Vernon Dahmer is a thief.
- I prefer him.
- Yes.
Hello?
Out of the sacred pages of our dear
Bible comes the story of Calvary's rugged,
yet holy,
cross.
I'm going to stay here
for a little while, honey.
This cross is the sign
of the Christian religion,
sanctified and made holy
nearly 19 centuries ago
by the suffering and blood of 50 million
moms who died in our most holy faith.
The cross inspired the Crusades in their perilous
attempt to rescue the Holy Land from the heathens
and is being used tonight to rally the forces of
Christianity against an ever-increasing horde of antichrists.
All the principles
of pure Americanism.
Hey, wake up!
Everybody, wake up!
Get back! Get me back!
Go take care of Betty.
I'll get you her.
Now!
- Let's go, boy!
- Dad!
Break it! Just break it!
You just go up,
and I'll hand it to you.
Stay down, Judith!
Stay down! I got you.
I got you.
I'm right here, baby.
Come on, baby.
Come on.
Come on!
Come on, baby.
You go to Harrison. You run.
Come now, baby! I'm
going to hold them off.
- Dad, come!
- I will catch up with you shortly.
I'll be right behind you.
I love you.
- Damn it!
- Calm down!!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Let's go!
Another sad day in America.
Vernon Damon, Forrest County's
NAACP president and businessman,
dead at 50 seconds.
His home,
fire bombs,
in the middle of the night.
Police at this hour
are unwilling to...
I'm so sorry, baby.
...to allow the
experiment's end.
But we'll continue
on this story.
Negro lawmaker Julian Bond has been denied his
seat in the Georgia House of Representatives
despite his advice of
victory at the polls.
He was named by his lawyers
as opposed to Julian Bond.
Thank you.
Dear Lord, we thank
you for your son.
We pray that his
soul is with you,
and I have never
met a finer person.
And we know that when we walk through
the valley of the shadow of the devil,
you will fear no evil,
for God, you are with us.
You brought us
here for a reason.
Amen.
You wait right
here, I'll be back.
What the fuck do you
think you're doing, boy?
FBI.
Hey, now.
You see this?
I don't see shit.
Now beat it, boy.
Did you learn anything?
None we can all really know.
Sir, you can tell the president
that this has our full attention.
It's our top priority.
Our men are out in
strength as we speak.
I understand,
sir. I will keep you updated.
Hoover.
We just got off with Johnson.
It seems the president feels that these boys are
making a mockery of his voting rights legislation.
That segregation is over.
Say something.
Nobody's talking to us
down in Hattiesburg, Roy.
Negroes and whites alike.
They're all terrified of
retribution from the Klan.
Doesn't matter how many agents
we have canvassing down there,
nobody's going to
tell us anything.
Not willingly, that is.
So what do you want to do, Roy?
I love feeling totally free.
Why do you have to eat skin?
Because I said so.
This is your dinner.
Hey! I'm home!
Ew!
Where's Junior?
He's been in his
room since school.
I mean, he knows
it's dinnertime.
Gregory!
Have you already figured out the
prize, or do I have to come get you?!
Junior!
Don't disrespect your mother.
Come sit down.
Oh my God.
What happened?
Who did this to you?
Some guys at school.
It's nothing.
Nothing?
Names?
Now?
Don't I know someone?
Eleanor's Tommy?
Look, tomorrow,
You find Tommy, you put him
in the hospital, you hear me?
We'll make sure it
looks ten times worse.
We'll crack his fucking
head for me to hear.
Hello?
You're a good boy.
I love you, son. Great.
It's for you.
Eat your dinner.
Who won?
Yeah.
I'm eating dinner.
With my kids.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
I'm coming.
Let's get this over with.
I'm with my family.
We need you down south.
We're going back to Hattiesburg.
For what?
More Jews gone missing?
Negro.
Voting rights activist.
Murdered by the Klan.
I heard that before.
Who cares? I ain't going.
It's not a request.
Listen real carefully.
Fuck you. I ain't going.
Unless you want Joe Colombo
to know who you really work for?
You're on a plane.
Got it.
It's all there.
Ticket.
Motel and mobile. Check in.
Wait to be contacted.
Same deal.
Firearm room.
Special agents driving.
Yes, sir.
Uh-huh.
Yes, sir. Right away.
Who was that?
Peterson.
Thank you.
Special agent Strider.
There may be an opportunity for you to
assist in the Daver murder investigation.
Your background and your familiarity with the area and
the local players make you an ideal candidate for this.
This is entirely off the books.
No one knows. No one can know.
Might this be of
interest to you?
Very much.
Now, you would be partnered with a special
investigator who is uniquely qualified for this job.
You will pick him up
at this hotel in Mobile.
You will take him to the highway that hosts
a motor lodge just outside of Hattiesburg.
You will give him
this briefcase.
You will not open the briefcase.
And you will do exactly
what this man says.
You will find witnesses and
you will get signed statements.
You will not discuss
this case with anybody.
Any questions?
Samuel Biles is behind this,
right?
Identifying those
responsible is his assignment.
You are to be his handler.
Only.
Anything else?
No, sir.
Well, then off you go.
Wait for me.
Who the fuck are
you supposed to be?
I'm Special Agent
Wayne Strider, FBI.
We'll be working together.
Get the fuck out of here.
I'll call the G-Man.
I'm supposed to bring you this.
Say hi, honey.
Hi, honey.
Come in. You shy?
This is working, I told you.
Let me take care
of your business.
What's the matter, baby?
You're very thorough, you FBI.
Is that it?
Are you supposed
to drive me till?
I am not your driver.
I'm your handler.
All right.
Well, we're going to need
to handle Arthur the half-wife
before her husband gets worried.
We will put her in the cab.
We have a long drive
back to Hattiesburg.
Get dressed, baby.
She's going to fetch your cab.
I'm not finished.
Wow.
Get away from me, Take this off.
Me too.
I'll just meet you outside.
You don't want to watch?
You're going to miss me.
I'm going to miss you.
Hold this, baby.
Hey, boy. What's up?
Hey, you better keep
your wall from me.
I won't.
Guess you won't
mind if you have me.
So, uh, when did we start
letting you movies in anyway?
Hmm?
Mollyz? What's that with
y'all calling Negroes up there?
what, New Jersey? Hey,
Hey, I ain't for
fucking New Jersey.
I'm from Bensonhurst,
motherfucker.
Brooklyn.
Mm-hmm.
You got to be the
first one, all right?
Huh?
I mean, tell me I'm
not sitting next to
the Jackie fucking
Robinson in the FBI.
What's the matter, Kev?
Are you talking?
I know you can fucking speak.
Hello?
James Wormley Jones.
Who's that?
First Negro special
agent appointed 1919.
James Amos in 1921,
Earl Thomas and Thomas
Leon Jefferson in 22.
There's been a bunch.
Two others working
in my office right now.
You're the first
one I ever seen.
Fuck.
You look like you're
gonna shit yourself.
Just tell him you're
afraid for Christ's sake,
until we get out of here.
We're on an empty highway
at night in Alabama,
and I'm a Negro agent
working in the Bureau.
Only thing these
fellas hate more
than people like me are
people who work where I work.
Fuck you.
What crime are you
two running from?
None, sir.
Where are you headed?
Hattiesburg, sir.
What's in Hattiesburg?
A motel on US 49.
What's in Hattiesburg, sir?
A motel, huh?
Yes, sir.
Y'all queers.
Hey,
something's funny.
Where are you from?
New Jersey.
I need identification
from both of y'all now.
I ain't driving.
You don't need shit from me.
You don't tell me what I need.
ID.
Now.
FBI.
What the hell you got here?
What is this?
I work for the government.
I'm just...
taking it all out.
No trouble.
Person A to G-Man.
Get out of the car.
Now.
Oh, buddy.
We'll have some fun
with you tonight.
Oh, wait. What you doing?
Wait.
No.
All right, that was fun.
You shot a cop.
We fucked.
No, he's fucked. Let's go.
Drop your weapon.
You gotta be kidding me.
Drop your weapon.
I really have no fucking idea
what the fuck you're doing,
Jackie Robinson.
I'll say this one more time.
Drop your fucking weapon!
Hey, fool
Come on.
There's no witnesses.
There's no weapons.
There's no crime.
Let's get out of here.
You ever arrest anybody before?
I didn't think so.
You're supposed to do
the fucking covering.
Fucking unbelievable.
All right, you got me.
You fucking got me.
Fuck.
Hey.
What the fuck are you doing?
I know you're not
gonna call this in.
Don't tell anybody about this.
I'm just gonna say it was you.
Who do you think they believe?
This fucking guy.
Un-fucking-believable.
It's your first fucking day.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, wipe it off.
You touched the fucking thing.
Wipe it off now.
All right. That's enough.
Can we get the fuck
out of here now?
You hungry?
The fuck is talking? Let's go.
Bet you never seen that before.
Do whatever the fuck I want.
There's no rules.
Or what they didn't tell you.
Tell me what?
This ain't my first rodeo,
Jackie.
I was down here two
years ago doing this.
Doing what? What I do.
What do you think?
Ms. Byrne?
The Freedom Summit murders?
That was me.
I'm the one who saw that.
You guys found those dead
college kids because of me.
Like James fucking Bond.
Come on.
That was nice.
So handsome. Okay.
You got it.
Okay.
Two hands, please.
Okay.
How am I sure I can do this?
You're firing
like you're scared.
You don't want to
stand like this.
You need a strong base.
Show me.
Put your left foot
a little bit in front
of your right foot.
Pay attention. I am paying.
A little bit in
front of your right.
Now you're about
to punch somebody.
I ain't never punched
nobody in a day of my life.
Hold on.
What you talking about?
You need to protect
yourself, my love.
From who?
Everybody.
Here you go. Two hands.
Strong hand on top.
Pull the trigger.
Don't squeeze.
Okay.
Annie Oakley over here.
What is wrong with you?
I just got put on a
special assignment.
Baby, that's amazing.
That is exactly what we wanted.
Yeah.
Come in.
Yeah.
I told you.
Don't bet against
the fucking Yankees.
The fuck's the matter with you?
Mickey Mayor was the
best who ever did it.
Yeah.
You gotta bet on a winner.
Now get the fuck out of here.
The Yankees won the World
Series seven times in 11 years.
Yeah.
51, 52, 53,
56, 58,
61 and 62.
Yeah.
You keep betting like that,
your work's gonna be gone
so you run off with
the fucking milkman.
Even worse, you'll be
laid up in the fucking bed
with that colored
fucking bookie you got.
It's your boss, Agent Rose.
Hey, he wants to talk to you.
Hold on, he's taking
his sweet fucking time.
Yeah, who is this? Yeah.
Agent Rose.
You don't even gotta
tell him anything?
Anything to report?
Come on, Barney, why don't you
tell him what we did the other night?
You don't wanna tell him?
I'm sorry, I gotta do a report.
Okay.
Hey.
I told you ain't
got no fucking rules.
Now come on, Agent, can I
get a fucking smile, please?
Where to, man?
Gilman's gun shop,
you heard of it?
The revolver found at Damon's
wasn't registered to nobody,
but it was sold from right here.
I guess Bobby Gilman
wanted to keep it up, huh?
Come on.
It's against protocol for
me to join you in there,
that's not part
of my assignment.
Protocol?
What the fuck is that?
Look, if I stay
here, you're doing it.
Unless you wanna be
assigned to someone else?
Call your boss.
You do what I say. Let's go.
Come on, you're coming in.
Look, man, I live
in this town, man.
I can't just walk
into no gun shop.
That ain't how things
work in Mississippi.
Walk into a gun shop,
they put a bullet in my head,
you get a prize for it?
No. I know how things work,
okay?
Listen to me, we go in there,
we ask a few questions,
we get some information,
we have a little fun,
we're gone. Let's go.
What do you want?
I can do the honors.
Hey.
Strider?
Mr. Gilman.
I'm Special Agent Strider,
FBI.
Say what now?
You see that?
FBI.
Readin' that sign.
A colored federal agent.
22 Magnum Room.
Found at the home of Vernon
Damon Firebomb by the Klan.
Was sold from your shop.
Now the problem is,
you didn't register it
to who you sold it to.
How did an unregistered gun
sold from your shop
end up at a crime scene?
Well, all right.
Hey!
You put that back
right fuckin' now.
Put it back!
Time for you to leave my shop.
You too.
Now this is gettin' good.
Get out,
or I'll blow a hole
right through this nigger.
Go ahead,
you bury him in the back.
Don't do it. I mean it.
I'll shoot you too,
you greasy son of a bitch.
Christ almighty!
If he tells me something,
don't tell me anything.
I've sold thousands of guns.
I can't remember
every single number.
My moral nephew, William,
he worked for me
several before last.
He was always messin' up,
mixin' up numbers and letters.
He must've mislabeled it.
Please, sir,
if it was a mislabeled gun,
I can't tell you
who it belonged to.
Jack, you're gonna
believe this shit?
I'm tellin' the truth.
Please.
Let's go.
Hey, give me a minute.
You all right?
Wait, let me ask you a question.
You all right?
Hey! What the gun?
I don't know. Stop.
You hear what the fuck I said?
Stop!
I got it.
Give me a fuckin' name.
Who'd you sell the gun to?
Don't lie to me.
You no good hillbilly
motherfucker.
Give me a name, Bobby.
Last time I asked,
who'd you sell the gun to?
Please.
I don't know none.
All right, all right,
all right, all right.
Fuck.
Well, I'm okay.
You wanna ask him
some more questions?
He didn't know anything.
That was obvious.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I needed to be sure.
Bullshit.
This ain't business, and you
are not here to amuse yourself.
This is an official
investigation,
and you will not prevent
me from enforcing the law.
You understand me,
motherfucker?
Your rules ain't shit.
That's why they brought
me down here, dummy.
Wait, do you really
wanna be the colored guy
who lets these redneck
mofos off the hook?
Jackie fuckin' Robinson.
I ain't shinin'
no fuckin' shoes.
I'm crackin' fuckin' heads.
What's wrong with the king, huh?
Talk about a guy with a
fuckin' target on his back.
Jesus fuckin' Christ.
All I had to do was
round the fuckin' block.
Put that down.
I like that Malcolm
X guy better.
What you know about Malcolm X?
Well, I know he
don't take no shit.
I mean, I personally don't
give a fuck about your people.
But he's got a point.
Turn the other cheek.
That ain't really
workin', is it?
Always workin'?
What am I, here on vacation?
You don't know
nothin' about nothin',
man.
How am I supposed to explain
racism to somebody like you?
I'm just sayin',
you get some guns,
you solve your
problems real quick.
I didn't use necessity.
I like that.
Yeah, I'm all killer.
That's exactly what we need.
That worked out
real well for us.
That's a good idea.
You know what?
On second thought, maybe
you should read that book.
Learn somethin'.
I don't know why we don't just go over to
this fuckin' Bowers guy's house right now
and put him to sleep,
instead of Mickey Mouse around
this whole fuckin' hillbilly town.
Just makin' people disappear
does not solve the problem.
We're gonna make cases.
Put them in jail
for breakin' the law.
And make it public.
Let these crackers
know their consequences.
Crackers? Yeah, crackers.
What, you never heard of that?
No, what's that
supposed to mean?
Salty cracker.
I got it.
Salty.
No flavor.
White man.
I swear.
Who are you?
Who is it? Who are you?
Chocolate. Delicious.
I could touch you all day.
Get the fuck out.
Yeah.
Hey, you missed the target
for the highway, right?
Yeah, hang on, I got an idea.
The fuck are we doin' here?
I am going to talk
to a potential witness.
And you are gonna
stay right here.
Why?
Because I don't need
you to bash her head open.
She ain't gonna talk
to no white folks anyway.
Hey there, old friend.
He's comin' up my steps.
Look at you all grown now.
It's good to be home.
I heard you brought a
pretty young city girl
to Damon's house the other day.
That's my wife,
Alice.
From Chicago. Chicago?
Can she cook?
Yes, ma'am.
What'd you see that
night, Miss Rebecca?
Night that Barney burns.
You don't want nothin' to
do with all that trouble.
I work for the
FBI, Miss Rebecca.
Trouble is what I do.
Is that right?
He killed Barney,
Miss Rebecca.
We can't let that go unanswered.
It was a couple of pickups.
The blue one had the taillight
busted out on one side.
Pulled out.
Swung around in
the dark like a...
Like an evil eye,
I do recall that.
And the red one had the taillight
busted out on the other side.
Pretty sure Mr.
Damon shot at it
a couple of times
as it was driving off.
You tell the FBI that?
I ain't tell them white
boys no suits or nothin'.
They come around here,
ain't got nothin' to
say to no authorities.
I don't want my
house burnt down, too.
You understand?
Hey!
You done yet?
Who's that?
That's my driver.
Got anything?
Maybe.
Pretty smart.
You know all the ladies
in the neighborhood.
Always the ones with eyes
on everything, aren't they?
I'm starving.
I know it's fine.
Officers.
Searching mechanic's
house for this blue pickup.
Broke it's backlight
and impeller damage.
The last time I was here I got the
best bacon I had in my fuckin' life.
Nobody fries shit
better than you people.
Bacon is bacon, asshole.
Here's what I want to know.
Shoot.
How'd you break your face?
They really don't
tell you shit, do they?
What you see is the point
where everybody talks.
This look not real
police work, then.
Fuck do I look like police?
They brought me
down here last time.
I did what I do,
and I found those poor kids.
And I didn't pray or march or sit
down at some fuckin' lunch counter.
I knocked some fuckin' heads
around and I cracked the case.
You're free, Jackie.
You're free to fuck with
anybody who fucks with you.
You got your gun,
you got your badge.
Now you gotta grow some balls.
If this thing goes right,
it could be big things for you.
Might even get to meet Hoover.
Get your picture on a wall.
How about that, huh?
You're welcome. Come on.
Can I get you started
with some drinks?
Go for it. How you like it?
Fine.
Well, can we do it Thursday?
Because I think the
turnout would be better.
Right.
Let me call you back.
My husband just walked in.
Yep.
You look like you
had a hell of a day.
Hey, Rosetta.
Hey, why ain't you hungry?
Fix your plate.
I'm, uh...
What's all this?
We put together a march
after Vernon's funeral.
Figured I'm a local now,
so I'm getting involved.
Are you sure you want me
doing all this mishandling?
You really shouldn't be putting
all this stress on yourself.
No, Vernon didn't
ask for nothing.
So I will be working.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Are you gonna tell
me what's going on?
It's nothing.
Hey.
Do not do that.
Sir?
It's me.
Did it ever occur to you that maybe
I don't want you getting involved?
It's too dangerous here.
Okay.
You're the one in the FBI.
You're the one who got
me to come down here.
So if there is danger,
it is because you
brought us into it.
Now we're here.
You're in it.
I'm gonna win you.
Who are you, man?
You mind doing this?
No. That's me.
18. Young and dumb.
Thought I'd say hello,
just like you, you know?
I always remembered how
many of you were killed.
Nah, fuck.
That was for combat.
My brother started
going the wrong way.
He found a local boss.
He began doing jobs for him.
My contract was up.
My father begged me to come home
and get him on the right track like me.
But that broke shovel
called my father,
busting my hump every day.
Talk about getting treated bad.
My father's a WAP.
Know what that is?
Without papers.
The colors of white people.
They're one step above
those dirty fucking Irish.
Anyway, my brother tells me he's
got to wait for me to make $200.
In an hour.
Couldn't make $200 in
a month shoveling coal.
Of course, I said yes.
Before I know it,
a wise guy's handed me a gun,
wrapped it in a napkin,
started just like that.
Then on and on,
and here we are.
You're pretty proud of yourself,
huh?
Proud? I'm proud.
Who gives a fuck?
It doesn't matter.
You people think
you're doing something.
You just shoveling
that coal, man.
Don't vote. Whatever.
It's all bullshit anyway.
And what would you do?
If you was a Negro?
I'd kill them all.
Every last one.
You boys found it fast, huh?
Yeah.
This shop is owned by a
known Klan member, so...
it's best I sit this one out.
Oh, I didn't see
that one coming.
Hey.
Keep your hands to yourself.
We already drawing
a lot of attention.
I didn't know about the letter.
I got a finesse game to you.
Be polite.
Hey.
Can I help you?
Yeah, I've been trying to
find that dead pickup all day.
I'm the guy who knocked
the tail light in.
It just snagged right in
two when I was distracted.
You need something, sir?
Well, now I'm not
sure I really can say.
Say what you want to.
I was passing this diner.
Sweating bullets.
Figured I'd grab a cold Coke,
get off my ass for a minute.
I walk in,
and there she is.
Behind the counter.
Fine-looking thing.
Call it good.
I'm talking black as midnight.
Smooth as whiskey
and built like a dream.
I shouldn't be happy.
Don't you tell nobody now.
I ain't saying
nothing to nobody.
So I saw her up to the counter,
looking cool as hell.
She leaned over that smile,
and she says, What can
I get you, sweetheart?
And right then, I'm thinking, Maybe the world
ain't as complicated as folks make it out to be.
Maybe it's just me
hiring this coke.
And then she spots
my wedding ring.
Yeah, she gives me that look.
I love that look.
I know, I know.
God damn it, I do.
Silly for me forgetting
about the messes.
I got out of there,
hopped a truck, And plowed
straight into a parkour.
Crossed the street,
took the tail, I cleaned off.
That's kind of a story.
Yeah, the thing is, uh,
I think a truck, um...
I think a truck was
involved in a, um,
Different sort of accident.
That's just the
truck I'm looking for.
Tell you what,
I'm sure we'd like
to make a worthy while.
Give me a minute.
You in on this one?
Hey.
We need him live. I told him.
Whatever you say.
We're gonna talk.
It's just a matter of time.
Huh?
All right, all right.
That's enough. Come on.
We're gonna talk, Billy Roy.
Now, we know that
you was involved
With the murder of Arne Damer.
Now,
who else was with
you that night?
Who the fuck do you
guys think you are,
Busting into my
house like you did?
I ain't telling you nothing.
And I definitely ain't
telling you nothing.
I'm calling the fucking sheriff.
Finally.
You ain't calling
no goddamn body.
Listen, Billy.
We got a witness.
Put your truck at the scene.
That's right.
So this is your chance.
Hey, hey, hey.
Don't be stupid.
You know what they
do to skinny white boys
Up in Yonsei City?
Cut your time, Billy Roy.
Give up hours and the
rest, cut your time.
You're the best we could do.
You start to open up
a little bit, right?
Yeah, you wanna get chatty, huh?
I think I'm gonna hang you
from the bridge and spook a boy.
Is that your dog out there?
You know what?
I ain't losing that
fucking dog anymore.
No, no, no, no, wait!
You killed my dog.
You killed my dog.
And you're next
if you don't talk.
Fuck you.
You give me the green light now.
All right, stop.
We need him alive.
I said stop, that's enough.
God damn it, that's enough.
I told you we'd take you to him.
Fucking psychopath.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
FBI, are you under arrest? No.
We're taking you in.
And you will tell us.
What do we need to know?
Now, you got us a man.
Do your thing.
Y'all come on, man.
We ain't gonna just
stand there, are we?
FBI,
I'm a federal agent.
And Mr. Pitts is under arrest.
Y'all need to get on
back to your homes.
Hey, he think he's got it going.
FBI,
I said FBI. God damn it.
Damned Zanj
Stay down, boy
Come on.
Hey, get the fuck back.
Fuck.
Holy shit.
You black bastard,
I saved your life.
You owe me for that one.
Don't let them beat up on me.
What the fuck is
the matter with you?
I was letting you
do it your way.
They was about to have one
more dead nigga on their resume.
You've been hanging from
a tree right now, boy.
Oh, shit.
Motherfucker. Come on.
I'm gonna rip your fucking
eye out of your fucking ass.
You and your fucking rules.
Now we gotta get that
guy all over him again.
Yeah, but you
ain't got no rules.
You gonna tell that Joe Colombo,
Vito Genovese, or
whoever the fuck it is.
You better watch your
fucking mouth, you hear me?
You don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.
You know what?
You worse than the fucking Klan.
They may be devils,
but at least they
believe in something.
What you believe in?
I believe in me, motherfucker.
Oh, merda.
Code of silence?
That's bullshit.
You walk around here in
your fucking fancy suits,
your little toothpicks,
like you're a fucking big man.
You're just a fucking rat.
What the fuck you call me?
Another snitch
working for the G.
I ain't no fucking rat.
I'm here helping
you and your people,
doing the job you're
too fucking scared to do.
Yeah, I'm done.
Yeah, I've been trying to
make a fucking man out of you.
I'm done.
You and your fucking badge.
You think I give a fuck,
huh?
Motherfucker. Fuck.
All right, sailor.
I got it.
All right, let me
take a look at you.
Come on.
Yeah, I killed my dogs.
Get the cuffs off of you.
Hey, kill a bum, and
we'll be all right.
We'll take care of you.
They're coming after all of us,
Sam. They know who we are.
Oh, jeez, Hunter.
Your orders were
to leave him alone.
To let him operate.
But you chose to leave him on
the side of the goddamn road.
We're relieving you of
your duties, agent Strider.
I will need your
gun and your badge.
I'm sorry.
I don't like this.
I'm sorry.
You're shot.
no, no.
I will get back at you
Did you hear me? I
will get back at you.
I lost a man.
Let's go, boy!
I've got you, motherfuckers.
Come on, come on! Move! Move!
Let's go!
Damn it!
may be responsible
for the disappearance.
Come on!
Leave it, let's go! Come on!
Come on! let's go!
Come on! Come on!
No, it's better.
Got two ways.
Come on.
Archie gonna take
you to the ambulance.
I'm not going anywhere.
Addison, I can't have this
conversation with you right now.
Wayne, listen to me.
Wherever you going,
I'm going. What I have to do,
you cannot be a part of.
It's not safe.
It's not safe for you either.
They could kill you.
This is our home.
This will be our
children's home.
We cannot let these
animals take that from us.
Jesus Christ, you're
so fucking stubborn!
We can't run forever.
I love you.
I love you too.
Who do you want?
Get in the car.
Don't laugh at me.
We're done, remember?
You don't say when you're done.
I tell you when you're done.
They came for me.
And my wife.
Get your shit and
get in the fucking car.
Let's end this,
and then you can go home.
That's what I've
been waiting for.
Let's go.
It's the motherfucker
who shut up my house.
So what now?
Now we wait.
That was fucking boring, man.
It's me.
I didn't.
When I was a kid,
I burned a cop's car.
You? W-Y.
Cop car?
No, a cop's car.
I wanted his car,
not the guy.
My friend stole some gum
from the grocery store.
One of these deputies,
he was right
outside, he chased us.
About
half a mile from here,
right down that road.
I got away.
And your mother didn't?
No.
The state trooper broke his arm.
Broke his jaw.
He dropped out of school.
I never did see him
again after that summer.
I found out where
that cop lived.
And?
I set his fucking car on fire.
What?
But he deserved it.
That's what I know.
No.
I got away, but it's got free.
How about that?
I don't know why
I'm telling you.
This fucking guy.
When a guy gets
away with something,
he's pissed about it.
Yeah, well...
I don't like people
getting away with shit.
We can get up when
something happens, will ya?
What's going on?
Is that him?
- I don't know, let's go.
Howdy.
If you make a fucking noise,
I'll kill you right
here, you hear me?
Hey, boy.
It's time, it's time, boy.
It's time, it's time.
Look at you.
Full of surprises.
I know who you are.
You're a crazy man
from New York, ain't you?
Yeah.
I don't think you're gonna do
to me what you've done to Henry.
I ain't no pussy, pretty.
That sounds like a challenge.
I love a challenge.
What'd you say?
Did you say something?
Who killed 'Vernon Dahmer'?
Who killed 'Vernon Dahmer'?
We'll kill Vernon Damon.
Why do you care?
You know I don't.
I'm a friend of yours.
I only get paid if you tell
me what you want us to know.
Fuck you.
And fuck you too,
whoever you are back there.
I like this one.
Styles.
Bly Styles.
Says here you got a mother.
There's a nut chest.
Here's what's gonna happen.
We'll get up tomorrow.
I'm gonna go to the chest.
And I'm gonna find your mama.
And I'm going to carve her up.
Piece by piece like
a Thanksgiving turkey.
How's that sound to you?
This prick.
This prick won't even
save his own mother.
Nothing yet.
What's the jerk doing
this on the street?
Fucking bitch, get over here.
Please.
Stop.
Get down on your knees.
Get in front of your boyfriend.
What the fuck are you all
thinking with all of this?
Are you thinking we're gonna
get in some sort of trouble?
This is ridiculous,
for Christ's sakes.
This is Mississippi.
Get his shorts down.
Get his fucking shorts down now.
Get his dick up.
Get his fucking shorts
down fucking now.
Get him off.
Just kill me.
No, no, no, no, no.
You're gonna feel this.
Every last slice,
you motherfucker.
Stop.
Please, I'll tell you.
I'll tell you.
It was Sam Bowers.
Stop, Kyle. What the fuck?
Speak.
Sam Bowers.
He told us to get
that secret paper.
It's me.
It's Kyle.
I killed your boy, Bits.
Cecil Sessom.
William Smith.
Bowers had to make
sure we got Daymer.
That nigger.
Yeah.
And the other cops.
What other cops?
That nigger old haggy with a big
mouth who lived across the street.
There it is, Jackie.
Don't. Please.
Have mercy.
Please have mercy.
Do you see where you are?
You see your friend over there?
Do you ever want to
see my face again?
Never.
Then you keep your mouth shut
about this and you testify.
Unless you want to be
swaggering, run and breathe.
Yes, sir.
I don't wanna go on.
Who else?
Nice and loud. Nice and clear.
Charles Snow.
Alvin Martin.
Clifton Lowe.
14 names.
Slightest deal.
Not bad.
What's the matter with you?
It's a great day.
You're the only colored guy in the world who
gets to kill a white man and get away with it.
And look,
not for nothing.
But the bosses, they're always gonna
need guys like us to do these things.
They're not gonna do it.
That's why they're the bosses.
Time for me to go.
See you around, Jackie Robinson.
Local Hattiesburg
businessman, Lawrence Berg,
signed a 22-page confession
detailing his and 13 others'
involvement in the murder of Vernon Gamer.
This confession was the
result of tireless work...
on part of both local and
federal law enforcement authorities.
Protection of all
citizens' civil rights...
is a priority for the Federal
Bureau of Investigation.
Somebody's gotta make up
But someone's
always gotta break up
And it's you
You...
You're the one
When they tell you to go away
You just fall without a doubt
Or say some other quote
You're living
by... But you're...
They can't take
whatever rules they pick
We won't let those
rules get in our way
Laws ain't made to
fix what you pick
Sometimes what you gotta do,
you gotta do By you
By you
By you By you
By you Let them think
that they can change you
When you're not afraid they
can't contain you You gotta do
What you need to do
So you do a little damage
But it's worth the trouble
There's only one road
When you're going
down it gets you home
They can't take
whatever rules they pick
I need you to
understand something,
this ain't just about
registering bullets,
people have been
beaten for lessons,
some have been killed.
The dark-haired young man seated at the
center of the group was Andrew Goodman.
Tonight, Goodman and fellow volunteers Michael Schwerner
and James Chaney are the focus of the nation's concern.
They've been
missing since Sunday.
Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner were in Mississippi
for the Freedom Summer Civil Rights Initiative
working to register
Negro voters.
Deputy Sheriff Cecil Price says he detained
them for driving 65 in a 30-mile-an-hour zone.
They were released that evening.
When they paid the
fine and I was wasting,
they got in the car and left.
That's the last time
we saw any of them.
Sometimes they break quickly,
other times it's
a prolonged effort.
This may be a prolonged effort,
but it will be continued
until it is solved.
Until we find the bodies of those three men
that have disappeared and the persons who
may be responsible
for the disappearance.
BASED ON TRUE EVENTS
Who are you?
Why are you doing this to me?
Where are the bodies at, Eddie?
I'm a man of God.
Please.
Where are the bodies at, Eddie?
I don't get real tired, Eddie.
I just, I just, I
just don't know nothing.
- You don't know nothing?
- No, sir.
Okay, well here's the lineup.
That's the bottom of the ninth.
The bases are loaded.
Coming to the play
folks is the Grim Reaper.
Reaper checks the swings.
He didn't like the
looks of that one.
You didn't like them
booter boys, did you?
You different.
Yeah,
I'm a hit up.
Oh, here's the one at the top.
What's the fastball?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait...
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Buried.
Oh, jolly.
Born.
Buried. Who's buried here?
Oh.
Come here.
Spit it out.
We're going to have
to start all over again.
You don't want to
start all over again.
Can you try it?
You nigger.
Good boy.
You know, you could have saved
yourself a little discomfort.
Had you just shared that
information out here, right?
BY ANY MEANS
New guy's just
trying to look busy.
Oh, come on, man.
Don't do me like that.
I'm just trying to educate
myself on what's going on down here.
It's like case after
case, unsolved, unsolved,
unsolved.
Make me wonder why Hoover
even hired Leroy as an FBI.
Because he black.
Grandpappy was a slaver.
Mama was half black
and shot tough.
That's why he give those
white boys the murder pass.
He don't want people picking up on
that one drop of nigger he got in him.
Man, you better
kill all that noise.
Well, he McCarthy
all our black asses.
Excuse me.
Can I have some more?
Wayne Strider,
sir.
From Chicago? Yes, sir.
But I'm originally from
Mississippi, Hattiesburg.
I'd like to assist in
the Klan investigation.
Why do you join the Bureau,
Agent Strider?
Because I believe in justice.
And I believe that Negroes
have to be a part of getting it.
Well, I need to get back to this work if I stand
any chance of seeing my wife before she goes to bed.
Good night.
Good night, sir.
Maybe you came back to Mississippi
to make a difference than you are.
Just by being here.
At least in Chicago,
I worked cases.
I wouldn't bring it down doors,
but I was a part of
the investigation.
It's like Chicago, Wayne.
You're ready for the world,
baby.
This world ain't ready for you.
Yet.
But it will be.
And when it is,
I will look out. Thank you.
Being here helps me understand
you in a way that I did not before.
Mississippi makes
you work for it.
This place does not
suffer fools gladly.
You've been here
for three weeks.
You already got us figured out.
No, I hope I never figure
you out, Wayne Strider.
JANUARY 10, 1966
Our struggle is a
uniquely American one.
It's the struggle for freedom.
For justice.
It's the very struggle that
this country was built on.
And we have a potent
weapon in our arms.
- Welcome.
- Hello.
It's the battle,
brothers and sisters.
Listen.
I am not saying that the
battle can fix everything.
But it's a voice.
And if it don't mean that much,
how come they so hell bent
on not letting us have it?
It's a proclamation
that we hear.
That we matter.
So here's what I'm going to do.
I'm a blessed man.
Y'all buy from my store.
You work my land.
You make it possible for
me to provide for my family.
So I say that when
a man has enough,
it's his obligation
to give some of it back.
You tell everyone you know
that if they can't
pay their poll tax,
Vernon Daymond will
pay it for them.
Because you know what I believe.
If you don't vote,
you don't count.
I say if you don't
vote, you don't count.
All right, so wait a minute.
All right, you can
see which one it is.
That's because 40% of the black
population are registered to vote.
And in some districts,
they're forced to pay
a $2 poll tax to do so.
It's important that we get
Negroes out large enough to vote.
It'll be the coalition
of the Negro vote
and the moderate white vote that
really make the New South possible.
"Sambo" Toys Company
WHITES ONLY
Okay, how did he
get you to leave?
Answer, Chicago.
Come all the way down
here to this dusty old town.
He lied to me.
He promised me a big old house.
Good luck with kids. Daddy,
can I just get two more cookies?
Of course you can, sweetheart.
Give them to your brother.
Yes, Mama.
Just like that.
Don't get too big a house.
And you might need to make
too many babies to fill it up.
Yeah, you know about
that, don't you?
And you chose to come back.
He never really left.
It's not in his heart.
He always said, America won't be
right till Mississippi is right.
Is that what I always say?
Thank God I've got
some poets with me.
It's them again.
Hang up on them, then.
That phone's been ringing off the hook ever
since Vernon started paying folks' coat taxes.
They be getting hateful
calls all the time.
Leave us alone!
He gonna keep calling, Vernon.
Well,
if it ring again,
I'll unblock it.
Oh,
come on, we don't need to
worry about that nonsense.
We're here to celebrate the return
of the prodigal son, Wayne Strada.
Oh,
their own
Elliot Ness.
Yeah!
That's right.
Something like that.
Look at you.
And just the fact that you're a bona fide agent of
none other than the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Well, that's important.
And I want you to know
that we are proud of you.
Well, thank you for having me.
And remember,
if you don't vote,
you don't count.
Now, that was Hattie Ford
businessman Vernon Dahmer,
who jumped in to do his part by offering to collect
a $2 toll tax for any Negroes registering to vote.
If you cannot afford it, Mr.
Dahmer will pay it himself.
It wasn't enough that he
owns his coffee machine.
No, he's making more
money than any of us.
While a white family in this county doesn't know
where their next meal is going to come from.
That's right.
There was a time,
not too long ago,
where a nigger wouldn't so
much as whisper the word vote.
And now,
that son of a bitch is
on the radio buying votes.
It's a shame what we've
let our nation become.
We took this land first.
We took a savage nation into the
greatest country the world has ever known.
We are God's chosen people.
Our fathers' fathers
spilled their blood
so that this land could
nourish our sons forever.
That's right.
That Vernon Dahmer is a thief.
- I prefer him.
- Yes.
Hello?
Out of the sacred pages of our dear
Bible comes the story of Calvary's rugged,
yet holy,
cross.
I'm going to stay here
for a little while, honey.
This cross is the sign
of the Christian religion,
sanctified and made holy
nearly 19 centuries ago
by the suffering and blood of 50 million
moms who died in our most holy faith.
The cross inspired the Crusades in their perilous
attempt to rescue the Holy Land from the heathens
and is being used tonight to rally the forces of
Christianity against an ever-increasing horde of antichrists.
All the principles
of pure Americanism.
Hey, wake up!
Everybody, wake up!
Get back! Get me back!
Go take care of Betty.
I'll get you her.
Now!
- Let's go, boy!
- Dad!
Break it! Just break it!
You just go up,
and I'll hand it to you.
Stay down, Judith!
Stay down! I got you.
I got you.
I'm right here, baby.
Come on, baby.
Come on.
Come on!
Come on, baby.
You go to Harrison. You run.
Come now, baby! I'm
going to hold them off.
- Dad, come!
- I will catch up with you shortly.
I'll be right behind you.
I love you.
- Damn it!
- Calm down!!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Let's go!
Another sad day in America.
Vernon Damon, Forrest County's
NAACP president and businessman,
dead at 50 seconds.
His home,
fire bombs,
in the middle of the night.
Police at this hour
are unwilling to...
I'm so sorry, baby.
...to allow the
experiment's end.
But we'll continue
on this story.
Negro lawmaker Julian Bond has been denied his
seat in the Georgia House of Representatives
despite his advice of
victory at the polls.
He was named by his lawyers
as opposed to Julian Bond.
Thank you.
Dear Lord, we thank
you for your son.
We pray that his
soul is with you,
and I have never
met a finer person.
And we know that when we walk through
the valley of the shadow of the devil,
you will fear no evil,
for God, you are with us.
You brought us
here for a reason.
Amen.
You wait right
here, I'll be back.
What the fuck do you
think you're doing, boy?
FBI.
Hey, now.
You see this?
I don't see shit.
Now beat it, boy.
Did you learn anything?
None we can all really know.
Sir, you can tell the president
that this has our full attention.
It's our top priority.
Our men are out in
strength as we speak.
I understand,
sir. I will keep you updated.
Hoover.
We just got off with Johnson.
It seems the president feels that these boys are
making a mockery of his voting rights legislation.
That segregation is over.
Say something.
Nobody's talking to us
down in Hattiesburg, Roy.
Negroes and whites alike.
They're all terrified of
retribution from the Klan.
Doesn't matter how many agents
we have canvassing down there,
nobody's going to
tell us anything.
Not willingly, that is.
So what do you want to do, Roy?
I love feeling totally free.
Why do you have to eat skin?
Because I said so.
This is your dinner.
Hey! I'm home!
Ew!
Where's Junior?
He's been in his
room since school.
I mean, he knows
it's dinnertime.
Gregory!
Have you already figured out the
prize, or do I have to come get you?!
Junior!
Don't disrespect your mother.
Come sit down.
Oh my God.
What happened?
Who did this to you?
Some guys at school.
It's nothing.
Nothing?
Names?
Now?
Don't I know someone?
Eleanor's Tommy?
Look, tomorrow,
You find Tommy, you put him
in the hospital, you hear me?
We'll make sure it
looks ten times worse.
We'll crack his fucking
head for me to hear.
Hello?
You're a good boy.
I love you, son. Great.
It's for you.
Eat your dinner.
Who won?
Yeah.
I'm eating dinner.
With my kids.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
I'm coming.
Let's get this over with.
I'm with my family.
We need you down south.
We're going back to Hattiesburg.
For what?
More Jews gone missing?
Negro.
Voting rights activist.
Murdered by the Klan.
I heard that before.
Who cares? I ain't going.
It's not a request.
Listen real carefully.
Fuck you. I ain't going.
Unless you want Joe Colombo
to know who you really work for?
You're on a plane.
Got it.
It's all there.
Ticket.
Motel and mobile. Check in.
Wait to be contacted.
Same deal.
Firearm room.
Special agents driving.
Yes, sir.
Uh-huh.
Yes, sir. Right away.
Who was that?
Peterson.
Thank you.
Special agent Strider.
There may be an opportunity for you to
assist in the Daver murder investigation.
Your background and your familiarity with the area and
the local players make you an ideal candidate for this.
This is entirely off the books.
No one knows. No one can know.
Might this be of
interest to you?
Very much.
Now, you would be partnered with a special
investigator who is uniquely qualified for this job.
You will pick him up
at this hotel in Mobile.
You will take him to the highway that hosts
a motor lodge just outside of Hattiesburg.
You will give him
this briefcase.
You will not open the briefcase.
And you will do exactly
what this man says.
You will find witnesses and
you will get signed statements.
You will not discuss
this case with anybody.
Any questions?
Samuel Biles is behind this,
right?
Identifying those
responsible is his assignment.
You are to be his handler.
Only.
Anything else?
No, sir.
Well, then off you go.
Wait for me.
Who the fuck are
you supposed to be?
I'm Special Agent
Wayne Strider, FBI.
We'll be working together.
Get the fuck out of here.
I'll call the G-Man.
I'm supposed to bring you this.
Say hi, honey.
Hi, honey.
Come in. You shy?
This is working, I told you.
Let me take care
of your business.
What's the matter, baby?
You're very thorough, you FBI.
Is that it?
Are you supposed
to drive me till?
I am not your driver.
I'm your handler.
All right.
Well, we're going to need
to handle Arthur the half-wife
before her husband gets worried.
We will put her in the cab.
We have a long drive
back to Hattiesburg.
Get dressed, baby.
She's going to fetch your cab.
I'm not finished.
Wow.
Get away from me, Take this off.
Me too.
I'll just meet you outside.
You don't want to watch?
You're going to miss me.
I'm going to miss you.
Hold this, baby.
Hey, boy. What's up?
Hey, you better keep
your wall from me.
I won't.
Guess you won't
mind if you have me.
So, uh, when did we start
letting you movies in anyway?
Hmm?
Mollyz? What's that with
y'all calling Negroes up there?
what, New Jersey? Hey,
Hey, I ain't for
fucking New Jersey.
I'm from Bensonhurst,
motherfucker.
Brooklyn.
Mm-hmm.
You got to be the
first one, all right?
Huh?
I mean, tell me I'm
not sitting next to
the Jackie fucking
Robinson in the FBI.
What's the matter, Kev?
Are you talking?
I know you can fucking speak.
Hello?
James Wormley Jones.
Who's that?
First Negro special
agent appointed 1919.
James Amos in 1921,
Earl Thomas and Thomas
Leon Jefferson in 22.
There's been a bunch.
Two others working
in my office right now.
You're the first
one I ever seen.
Fuck.
You look like you're
gonna shit yourself.
Just tell him you're
afraid for Christ's sake,
until we get out of here.
We're on an empty highway
at night in Alabama,
and I'm a Negro agent
working in the Bureau.
Only thing these
fellas hate more
than people like me are
people who work where I work.
Fuck you.
What crime are you
two running from?
None, sir.
Where are you headed?
Hattiesburg, sir.
What's in Hattiesburg?
A motel on US 49.
What's in Hattiesburg, sir?
A motel, huh?
Yes, sir.
Y'all queers.
Hey,
something's funny.
Where are you from?
New Jersey.
I need identification
from both of y'all now.
I ain't driving.
You don't need shit from me.
You don't tell me what I need.
ID.
Now.
FBI.
What the hell you got here?
What is this?
I work for the government.
I'm just...
taking it all out.
No trouble.
Person A to G-Man.
Get out of the car.
Now.
Oh, buddy.
We'll have some fun
with you tonight.
Oh, wait. What you doing?
Wait.
No.
All right, that was fun.
You shot a cop.
We fucked.
No, he's fucked. Let's go.
Drop your weapon.
You gotta be kidding me.
Drop your weapon.
I really have no fucking idea
what the fuck you're doing,
Jackie Robinson.
I'll say this one more time.
Drop your fucking weapon!
Hey, fool
Come on.
There's no witnesses.
There's no weapons.
There's no crime.
Let's get out of here.
You ever arrest anybody before?
I didn't think so.
You're supposed to do
the fucking covering.
Fucking unbelievable.
All right, you got me.
You fucking got me.
Fuck.
Hey.
What the fuck are you doing?
I know you're not
gonna call this in.
Don't tell anybody about this.
I'm just gonna say it was you.
Who do you think they believe?
This fucking guy.
Un-fucking-believable.
It's your first fucking day.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, wipe it off.
You touched the fucking thing.
Wipe it off now.
All right. That's enough.
Can we get the fuck
out of here now?
You hungry?
The fuck is talking? Let's go.
Bet you never seen that before.
Do whatever the fuck I want.
There's no rules.
Or what they didn't tell you.
Tell me what?
This ain't my first rodeo,
Jackie.
I was down here two
years ago doing this.
Doing what? What I do.
What do you think?
Ms. Byrne?
The Freedom Summit murders?
That was me.
I'm the one who saw that.
You guys found those dead
college kids because of me.
Like James fucking Bond.
Come on.
That was nice.
So handsome. Okay.
You got it.
Okay.
Two hands, please.
Okay.
How am I sure I can do this?
You're firing
like you're scared.
You don't want to
stand like this.
You need a strong base.
Show me.
Put your left foot
a little bit in front
of your right foot.
Pay attention. I am paying.
A little bit in
front of your right.
Now you're about
to punch somebody.
I ain't never punched
nobody in a day of my life.
Hold on.
What you talking about?
You need to protect
yourself, my love.
From who?
Everybody.
Here you go. Two hands.
Strong hand on top.
Pull the trigger.
Don't squeeze.
Okay.
Annie Oakley over here.
What is wrong with you?
I just got put on a
special assignment.
Baby, that's amazing.
That is exactly what we wanted.
Yeah.
Come in.
Yeah.
I told you.
Don't bet against
the fucking Yankees.
The fuck's the matter with you?
Mickey Mayor was the
best who ever did it.
Yeah.
You gotta bet on a winner.
Now get the fuck out of here.
The Yankees won the World
Series seven times in 11 years.
Yeah.
51, 52, 53,
56, 58,
61 and 62.
Yeah.
You keep betting like that,
your work's gonna be gone
so you run off with
the fucking milkman.
Even worse, you'll be
laid up in the fucking bed
with that colored
fucking bookie you got.
It's your boss, Agent Rose.
Hey, he wants to talk to you.
Hold on, he's taking
his sweet fucking time.
Yeah, who is this? Yeah.
Agent Rose.
You don't even gotta
tell him anything?
Anything to report?
Come on, Barney, why don't you
tell him what we did the other night?
You don't wanna tell him?
I'm sorry, I gotta do a report.
Okay.
Hey.
I told you ain't
got no fucking rules.
Now come on, Agent, can I
get a fucking smile, please?
Where to, man?
Gilman's gun shop,
you heard of it?
The revolver found at Damon's
wasn't registered to nobody,
but it was sold from right here.
I guess Bobby Gilman
wanted to keep it up, huh?
Come on.
It's against protocol for
me to join you in there,
that's not part
of my assignment.
Protocol?
What the fuck is that?
Look, if I stay
here, you're doing it.
Unless you wanna be
assigned to someone else?
Call your boss.
You do what I say. Let's go.
Come on, you're coming in.
Look, man, I live
in this town, man.
I can't just walk
into no gun shop.
That ain't how things
work in Mississippi.
Walk into a gun shop,
they put a bullet in my head,
you get a prize for it?
No. I know how things work,
okay?
Listen to me, we go in there,
we ask a few questions,
we get some information,
we have a little fun,
we're gone. Let's go.
What do you want?
I can do the honors.
Hey.
Strider?
Mr. Gilman.
I'm Special Agent Strider,
FBI.
Say what now?
You see that?
FBI.
Readin' that sign.
A colored federal agent.
22 Magnum Room.
Found at the home of Vernon
Damon Firebomb by the Klan.
Was sold from your shop.
Now the problem is,
you didn't register it
to who you sold it to.
How did an unregistered gun
sold from your shop
end up at a crime scene?
Well, all right.
Hey!
You put that back
right fuckin' now.
Put it back!
Time for you to leave my shop.
You too.
Now this is gettin' good.
Get out,
or I'll blow a hole
right through this nigger.
Go ahead,
you bury him in the back.
Don't do it. I mean it.
I'll shoot you too,
you greasy son of a bitch.
Christ almighty!
If he tells me something,
don't tell me anything.
I've sold thousands of guns.
I can't remember
every single number.
My moral nephew, William,
he worked for me
several before last.
He was always messin' up,
mixin' up numbers and letters.
He must've mislabeled it.
Please, sir,
if it was a mislabeled gun,
I can't tell you
who it belonged to.
Jack, you're gonna
believe this shit?
I'm tellin' the truth.
Please.
Let's go.
Hey, give me a minute.
You all right?
Wait, let me ask you a question.
You all right?
Hey! What the gun?
I don't know. Stop.
You hear what the fuck I said?
Stop!
I got it.
Give me a fuckin' name.
Who'd you sell the gun to?
Don't lie to me.
You no good hillbilly
motherfucker.
Give me a name, Bobby.
Last time I asked,
who'd you sell the gun to?
Please.
I don't know none.
All right, all right,
all right, all right.
Fuck.
Well, I'm okay.
You wanna ask him
some more questions?
He didn't know anything.
That was obvious.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I needed to be sure.
Bullshit.
This ain't business, and you
are not here to amuse yourself.
This is an official
investigation,
and you will not prevent
me from enforcing the law.
You understand me,
motherfucker?
Your rules ain't shit.
That's why they brought
me down here, dummy.
Wait, do you really
wanna be the colored guy
who lets these redneck
mofos off the hook?
Jackie fuckin' Robinson.
I ain't shinin'
no fuckin' shoes.
I'm crackin' fuckin' heads.
What's wrong with the king, huh?
Talk about a guy with a
fuckin' target on his back.
Jesus fuckin' Christ.
All I had to do was
round the fuckin' block.
Put that down.
I like that Malcolm
X guy better.
What you know about Malcolm X?
Well, I know he
don't take no shit.
I mean, I personally don't
give a fuck about your people.
But he's got a point.
Turn the other cheek.
That ain't really
workin', is it?
Always workin'?
What am I, here on vacation?
You don't know
nothin' about nothin',
man.
How am I supposed to explain
racism to somebody like you?
I'm just sayin',
you get some guns,
you solve your
problems real quick.
I didn't use necessity.
I like that.
Yeah, I'm all killer.
That's exactly what we need.
That worked out
real well for us.
That's a good idea.
You know what?
On second thought, maybe
you should read that book.
Learn somethin'.
I don't know why we don't just go over to
this fuckin' Bowers guy's house right now
and put him to sleep,
instead of Mickey Mouse around
this whole fuckin' hillbilly town.
Just makin' people disappear
does not solve the problem.
We're gonna make cases.
Put them in jail
for breakin' the law.
And make it public.
Let these crackers
know their consequences.
Crackers? Yeah, crackers.
What, you never heard of that?
No, what's that
supposed to mean?
Salty cracker.
I got it.
Salty.
No flavor.
White man.
I swear.
Who are you?
Who is it? Who are you?
Chocolate. Delicious.
I could touch you all day.
Get the fuck out.
Yeah.
Hey, you missed the target
for the highway, right?
Yeah, hang on, I got an idea.
The fuck are we doin' here?
I am going to talk
to a potential witness.
And you are gonna
stay right here.
Why?
Because I don't need
you to bash her head open.
She ain't gonna talk
to no white folks anyway.
Hey there, old friend.
He's comin' up my steps.
Look at you all grown now.
It's good to be home.
I heard you brought a
pretty young city girl
to Damon's house the other day.
That's my wife,
Alice.
From Chicago. Chicago?
Can she cook?
Yes, ma'am.
What'd you see that
night, Miss Rebecca?
Night that Barney burns.
You don't want nothin' to
do with all that trouble.
I work for the
FBI, Miss Rebecca.
Trouble is what I do.
Is that right?
He killed Barney,
Miss Rebecca.
We can't let that go unanswered.
It was a couple of pickups.
The blue one had the taillight
busted out on one side.
Pulled out.
Swung around in
the dark like a...
Like an evil eye,
I do recall that.
And the red one had the taillight
busted out on the other side.
Pretty sure Mr.
Damon shot at it
a couple of times
as it was driving off.
You tell the FBI that?
I ain't tell them white
boys no suits or nothin'.
They come around here,
ain't got nothin' to
say to no authorities.
I don't want my
house burnt down, too.
You understand?
Hey!
You done yet?
Who's that?
That's my driver.
Got anything?
Maybe.
Pretty smart.
You know all the ladies
in the neighborhood.
Always the ones with eyes
on everything, aren't they?
I'm starving.
I know it's fine.
Officers.
Searching mechanic's
house for this blue pickup.
Broke it's backlight
and impeller damage.
The last time I was here I got the
best bacon I had in my fuckin' life.
Nobody fries shit
better than you people.
Bacon is bacon, asshole.
Here's what I want to know.
Shoot.
How'd you break your face?
They really don't
tell you shit, do they?
What you see is the point
where everybody talks.
This look not real
police work, then.
Fuck do I look like police?
They brought me
down here last time.
I did what I do,
and I found those poor kids.
And I didn't pray or march or sit
down at some fuckin' lunch counter.
I knocked some fuckin' heads
around and I cracked the case.
You're free, Jackie.
You're free to fuck with
anybody who fucks with you.
You got your gun,
you got your badge.
Now you gotta grow some balls.
If this thing goes right,
it could be big things for you.
Might even get to meet Hoover.
Get your picture on a wall.
How about that, huh?
You're welcome. Come on.
Can I get you started
with some drinks?
Go for it. How you like it?
Fine.
Well, can we do it Thursday?
Because I think the
turnout would be better.
Right.
Let me call you back.
My husband just walked in.
Yep.
You look like you
had a hell of a day.
Hey, Rosetta.
Hey, why ain't you hungry?
Fix your plate.
I'm, uh...
What's all this?
We put together a march
after Vernon's funeral.
Figured I'm a local now,
so I'm getting involved.
Are you sure you want me
doing all this mishandling?
You really shouldn't be putting
all this stress on yourself.
No, Vernon didn't
ask for nothing.
So I will be working.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Are you gonna tell
me what's going on?
It's nothing.
Hey.
Do not do that.
Sir?
It's me.
Did it ever occur to you that maybe
I don't want you getting involved?
It's too dangerous here.
Okay.
You're the one in the FBI.
You're the one who got
me to come down here.
So if there is danger,
it is because you
brought us into it.
Now we're here.
You're in it.
I'm gonna win you.
Who are you, man?
You mind doing this?
No. That's me.
18. Young and dumb.
Thought I'd say hello,
just like you, you know?
I always remembered how
many of you were killed.
Nah, fuck.
That was for combat.
My brother started
going the wrong way.
He found a local boss.
He began doing jobs for him.
My contract was up.
My father begged me to come home
and get him on the right track like me.
But that broke shovel
called my father,
busting my hump every day.
Talk about getting treated bad.
My father's a WAP.
Know what that is?
Without papers.
The colors of white people.
They're one step above
those dirty fucking Irish.
Anyway, my brother tells me he's
got to wait for me to make $200.
In an hour.
Couldn't make $200 in
a month shoveling coal.
Of course, I said yes.
Before I know it,
a wise guy's handed me a gun,
wrapped it in a napkin,
started just like that.
Then on and on,
and here we are.
You're pretty proud of yourself,
huh?
Proud? I'm proud.
Who gives a fuck?
It doesn't matter.
You people think
you're doing something.
You just shoveling
that coal, man.
Don't vote. Whatever.
It's all bullshit anyway.
And what would you do?
If you was a Negro?
I'd kill them all.
Every last one.
You boys found it fast, huh?
Yeah.
This shop is owned by a
known Klan member, so...
it's best I sit this one out.
Oh, I didn't see
that one coming.
Hey.
Keep your hands to yourself.
We already drawing
a lot of attention.
I didn't know about the letter.
I got a finesse game to you.
Be polite.
Hey.
Can I help you?
Yeah, I've been trying to
find that dead pickup all day.
I'm the guy who knocked
the tail light in.
It just snagged right in
two when I was distracted.
You need something, sir?
Well, now I'm not
sure I really can say.
Say what you want to.
I was passing this diner.
Sweating bullets.
Figured I'd grab a cold Coke,
get off my ass for a minute.
I walk in,
and there she is.
Behind the counter.
Fine-looking thing.
Call it good.
I'm talking black as midnight.
Smooth as whiskey
and built like a dream.
I shouldn't be happy.
Don't you tell nobody now.
I ain't saying
nothing to nobody.
So I saw her up to the counter,
looking cool as hell.
She leaned over that smile,
and she says, What can
I get you, sweetheart?
And right then, I'm thinking, Maybe the world
ain't as complicated as folks make it out to be.
Maybe it's just me
hiring this coke.
And then she spots
my wedding ring.
Yeah, she gives me that look.
I love that look.
I know, I know.
God damn it, I do.
Silly for me forgetting
about the messes.
I got out of there,
hopped a truck, And plowed
straight into a parkour.
Crossed the street,
took the tail, I cleaned off.
That's kind of a story.
Yeah, the thing is, uh,
I think a truck, um...
I think a truck was
involved in a, um,
Different sort of accident.
That's just the
truck I'm looking for.
Tell you what,
I'm sure we'd like
to make a worthy while.
Give me a minute.
You in on this one?
Hey.
We need him live. I told him.
Whatever you say.
We're gonna talk.
It's just a matter of time.
Huh?
All right, all right.
That's enough. Come on.
We're gonna talk, Billy Roy.
Now, we know that
you was involved
With the murder of Arne Damer.
Now,
who else was with
you that night?
Who the fuck do you
guys think you are,
Busting into my
house like you did?
I ain't telling you nothing.
And I definitely ain't
telling you nothing.
I'm calling the fucking sheriff.
Finally.
You ain't calling
no goddamn body.
Listen, Billy.
We got a witness.
Put your truck at the scene.
That's right.
So this is your chance.
Hey, hey, hey.
Don't be stupid.
You know what they
do to skinny white boys
Up in Yonsei City?
Cut your time, Billy Roy.
Give up hours and the
rest, cut your time.
You're the best we could do.
You start to open up
a little bit, right?
Yeah, you wanna get chatty, huh?
I think I'm gonna hang you
from the bridge and spook a boy.
Is that your dog out there?
You know what?
I ain't losing that
fucking dog anymore.
No, no, no, no, wait!
You killed my dog.
You killed my dog.
And you're next
if you don't talk.
Fuck you.
You give me the green light now.
All right, stop.
We need him alive.
I said stop, that's enough.
God damn it, that's enough.
I told you we'd take you to him.
Fucking psychopath.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
FBI, are you under arrest? No.
We're taking you in.
And you will tell us.
What do we need to know?
Now, you got us a man.
Do your thing.
Y'all come on, man.
We ain't gonna just
stand there, are we?
FBI,
I'm a federal agent.
And Mr. Pitts is under arrest.
Y'all need to get on
back to your homes.
Hey, he think he's got it going.
FBI,
I said FBI. God damn it.
Damned Zanj
Stay down, boy
Come on.
Hey, get the fuck back.
Fuck.
Holy shit.
You black bastard,
I saved your life.
You owe me for that one.
Don't let them beat up on me.
What the fuck is
the matter with you?
I was letting you
do it your way.
They was about to have one
more dead nigga on their resume.
You've been hanging from
a tree right now, boy.
Oh, shit.
Motherfucker. Come on.
I'm gonna rip your fucking
eye out of your fucking ass.
You and your fucking rules.
Now we gotta get that
guy all over him again.
Yeah, but you
ain't got no rules.
You gonna tell that Joe Colombo,
Vito Genovese, or
whoever the fuck it is.
You better watch your
fucking mouth, you hear me?
You don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.
You know what?
You worse than the fucking Klan.
They may be devils,
but at least they
believe in something.
What you believe in?
I believe in me, motherfucker.
Oh, merda.
Code of silence?
That's bullshit.
You walk around here in
your fucking fancy suits,
your little toothpicks,
like you're a fucking big man.
You're just a fucking rat.
What the fuck you call me?
Another snitch
working for the G.
I ain't no fucking rat.
I'm here helping
you and your people,
doing the job you're
too fucking scared to do.
Yeah, I'm done.
Yeah, I've been trying to
make a fucking man out of you.
I'm done.
You and your fucking badge.
You think I give a fuck,
huh?
Motherfucker. Fuck.
All right, sailor.
I got it.
All right, let me
take a look at you.
Come on.
Yeah, I killed my dogs.
Get the cuffs off of you.
Hey, kill a bum, and
we'll be all right.
We'll take care of you.
They're coming after all of us,
Sam. They know who we are.
Oh, jeez, Hunter.
Your orders were
to leave him alone.
To let him operate.
But you chose to leave him on
the side of the goddamn road.
We're relieving you of
your duties, agent Strider.
I will need your
gun and your badge.
I'm sorry.
I don't like this.
I'm sorry.
You're shot.
no, no.
I will get back at you
Did you hear me? I
will get back at you.
I lost a man.
Let's go, boy!
I've got you, motherfuckers.
Come on, come on! Move! Move!
Let's go!
Damn it!
may be responsible
for the disappearance.
Come on!
Leave it, let's go! Come on!
Come on! let's go!
Come on! Come on!
No, it's better.
Got two ways.
Come on.
Archie gonna take
you to the ambulance.
I'm not going anywhere.
Addison, I can't have this
conversation with you right now.
Wayne, listen to me.
Wherever you going,
I'm going. What I have to do,
you cannot be a part of.
It's not safe.
It's not safe for you either.
They could kill you.
This is our home.
This will be our
children's home.
We cannot let these
animals take that from us.
Jesus Christ, you're
so fucking stubborn!
We can't run forever.
I love you.
I love you too.
Who do you want?
Get in the car.
Don't laugh at me.
We're done, remember?
You don't say when you're done.
I tell you when you're done.
They came for me.
And my wife.
Get your shit and
get in the fucking car.
Let's end this,
and then you can go home.
That's what I've
been waiting for.
Let's go.
It's the motherfucker
who shut up my house.
So what now?
Now we wait.
That was fucking boring, man.
It's me.
I didn't.
When I was a kid,
I burned a cop's car.
You? W-Y.
Cop car?
No, a cop's car.
I wanted his car,
not the guy.
My friend stole some gum
from the grocery store.
One of these deputies,
he was right
outside, he chased us.
About
half a mile from here,
right down that road.
I got away.
And your mother didn't?
No.
The state trooper broke his arm.
Broke his jaw.
He dropped out of school.
I never did see him
again after that summer.
I found out where
that cop lived.
And?
I set his fucking car on fire.
What?
But he deserved it.
That's what I know.
No.
I got away, but it's got free.
How about that?
I don't know why
I'm telling you.
This fucking guy.
When a guy gets
away with something,
he's pissed about it.
Yeah, well...
I don't like people
getting away with shit.
We can get up when
something happens, will ya?
What's going on?
Is that him?
- I don't know, let's go.
Howdy.
If you make a fucking noise,
I'll kill you right
here, you hear me?
Hey, boy.
It's time, it's time, boy.
It's time, it's time.
Look at you.
Full of surprises.
I know who you are.
You're a crazy man
from New York, ain't you?
Yeah.
I don't think you're gonna do
to me what you've done to Henry.
I ain't no pussy, pretty.
That sounds like a challenge.
I love a challenge.
What'd you say?
Did you say something?
Who killed 'Vernon Dahmer'?
Who killed 'Vernon Dahmer'?
We'll kill Vernon Damon.
Why do you care?
You know I don't.
I'm a friend of yours.
I only get paid if you tell
me what you want us to know.
Fuck you.
And fuck you too,
whoever you are back there.
I like this one.
Styles.
Bly Styles.
Says here you got a mother.
There's a nut chest.
Here's what's gonna happen.
We'll get up tomorrow.
I'm gonna go to the chest.
And I'm gonna find your mama.
And I'm going to carve her up.
Piece by piece like
a Thanksgiving turkey.
How's that sound to you?
This prick.
This prick won't even
save his own mother.
Nothing yet.
What's the jerk doing
this on the street?
Fucking bitch, get over here.
Please.
Stop.
Get down on your knees.
Get in front of your boyfriend.
What the fuck are you all
thinking with all of this?
Are you thinking we're gonna
get in some sort of trouble?
This is ridiculous,
for Christ's sakes.
This is Mississippi.
Get his shorts down.
Get his fucking shorts down now.
Get his dick up.
Get his fucking shorts
down fucking now.
Get him off.
Just kill me.
No, no, no, no, no.
You're gonna feel this.
Every last slice,
you motherfucker.
Stop.
Please, I'll tell you.
I'll tell you.
It was Sam Bowers.
Stop, Kyle. What the fuck?
Speak.
Sam Bowers.
He told us to get
that secret paper.
It's me.
It's Kyle.
I killed your boy, Bits.
Cecil Sessom.
William Smith.
Bowers had to make
sure we got Daymer.
That nigger.
Yeah.
And the other cops.
What other cops?
That nigger old haggy with a big
mouth who lived across the street.
There it is, Jackie.
Don't. Please.
Have mercy.
Please have mercy.
Do you see where you are?
You see your friend over there?
Do you ever want to
see my face again?
Never.
Then you keep your mouth shut
about this and you testify.
Unless you want to be
swaggering, run and breathe.
Yes, sir.
I don't wanna go on.
Who else?
Nice and loud. Nice and clear.
Charles Snow.
Alvin Martin.
Clifton Lowe.
14 names.
Slightest deal.
Not bad.
What's the matter with you?
It's a great day.
You're the only colored guy in the world who
gets to kill a white man and get away with it.
And look,
not for nothing.
But the bosses, they're always gonna
need guys like us to do these things.
They're not gonna do it.
That's why they're the bosses.
Time for me to go.
See you around, Jackie Robinson.
Local Hattiesburg
businessman, Lawrence Berg,
signed a 22-page confession
detailing his and 13 others'
involvement in the murder of Vernon Gamer.
This confession was the
result of tireless work...
on part of both local and
federal law enforcement authorities.
Protection of all
citizens' civil rights...
is a priority for the Federal
Bureau of Investigation.
Somebody's gotta make up
But someone's
always gotta break up
And it's you
You...
You're the one
When they tell you to go away
You just fall without a doubt
Or say some other quote
You're living
by... But you're...
They can't take
whatever rules they pick
We won't let those
rules get in our way
Laws ain't made to
fix what you pick
Sometimes what you gotta do,
you gotta do By you
By you
By you By you
By you Let them think
that they can change you
When you're not afraid they
can't contain you You gotta do
What you need to do
So you do a little damage
But it's worth the trouble
There's only one road
When you're going
down it gets you home
They can't take
whatever rules they pick