Between Heaven and Hell Page #3

- All right, Mr. Gifford. We'll be there.

- Better make it early.

Yes, sir, Mr. Gifford.

Sam, I'd like to go home now.

I thought you wanted to

see the croppers, honey.

- Why do you talk that way?

- What way?

The way you talked to those people.

- You mean there's another way?

- There must be.

Not if you want to stay

in the cotton business.

I don't see why you're so upset

about sharecroppers.

Think they're happy bein'

treated that way?

- I never heard 'em complain.

- Maybe you were never there when they did.

Listen, darlin', my family's had

croppers for over a hundred years.

They do the only thing they know how to do.

They're happy with what they can get.

That's the way it's always been

and the way it always will be.

Meanwhile they're lazy.

They have to be kept jumpin'.

And they have to be kept

in their place.

Oh, now, honey, there's just no sense

in us arguing about it like this.

Sam, I'm seein' a side of you

I never saw before.

You're just seein' the

business side of me.

I can explain the whole

thing in five minutes.

Explain a hundred years in five minutes?

The way you treat those people...

I treat 'em the same way my father did,

and my grandfather before him.

As though they were animals

or farm machinery?

They're human beings, Sam. Can't you

understand that? Human beings.

I know what they are.

I don't think you do.

I don't even think you know

what you are yourself.

I thought I did,

but now I'm not so sure.

The man I'm seein' this afternoon

is not the man I saw this mornin'.

Oh, now, wait a minute, Jenny.

Nobody made you come with me.

Now I'm sorry I did,

because I didn't enjoy it at all.

I was brought up to be

polite to everybody,

and I don't think that business

gives anyone a right to be rude.

If that's the way businessmen act,

then I'm glad I'm a woman.

So am I.

You don't care what I say, do you?

Well, this woman doesn't want to see

you again the whole rest of the day.

Oh, I meant to ask you, Sam,

how's Jenny?

She's been a little

touchy the last few days.

What for?

Oh, who knows why women get touchy.

Wait a minute, Ray.

Afternoon, Mr. Gifford.

- Did Raker help you on Sunday, Carr?

- Yes, sir.

Is that all seven people can bring in

for a full day's work?

Well, Mr. Gifford, we all worked

till long after dark.

What'd you do during the daytime?

Mrs. Raker, she felt poorly for

a while, working in that sun.

That's Raker's problem, not mine.

And you better start jumpin',

or I'll set up someone else on

those acres you're croppin'.

Clean 'em out.

Come on.

Well, leastwise, Sam,

your croppers keep on having kids.

Ours act like they were all bred out.

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