Pinky Page #3

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we come up when we did.

Uh, just what

was the trouble, ma'am?

- I don't care to make any charges.

- Just a minute, if you please.

I reckon you're a stranger in this part

of the country, but this fella Jake...

- Did he molest you in any way, ma'am?

- No. No.

And the girl.

What about her, ma'am?

She even so much

as thought of threatening you,

we wanna know about it...

- Or if she give you any

of her impudence.

- (Cackles)

- Shut up, girl.

- Excuse me, sir, but why are you

two white men "ma'am-ing" her?

She's nothin' but

a low-down colored gal.

- Tried to steal my man.

- Make him stop! Make him stop!

You heard what she said. He's got

to slap her down, unless it's true.

Yes, it's true. I'm colored.

My grandmother's Mrs. DiceyJohnson.

Mrs. DiceyJohnson!

I oughta slap 'em both down, Chief.

Nah. Hold it.

- Why, I think I'll be going now.

- Go?

- You ain't goin' anywhere till

I tell you. Get in that car.

- I'm under arrest?

- What do you think?

- On what charges are you holding me?

You heard what I said.

Get in that car.

Don't worry.

I'll fx it. I know the judge.

Let me handle this.

(Horn Honking)

It looked like there was gonna

be some trouble, and I searched her.

Then I took this knife off her,

judge Walker. It was in her garter.

So I just brought 'em all in.

- Is this your knife?

- She's the one started trouble,

comin' takin' my money.

- That'll do. Find anything

on the other one?

- Didn't search her.

- Nothin' there, Judge.

- She had plenty time to throw it away.

- Rozelia, I could send you up

for this knife business.

- Yes, sir.

And I will if I hear one more

word about this matter... about

a knife or razor or any trouble.

- Is that clear?

- Yes.

- Now, go.

- Thank you, sir.

- As for you, Jake...

- Yes, sir. I was just...

You've been in this kind of

trouble before.

- After this, keep your hands

off other people's money.

- No, sir.

Never touch a nickel

that ain't mine, sir.

- I'm going to let you off this time.

- Thank you. Much obliged, Judge.

- But next time will be the last.

- Yes, sir. Thank you.

Now it's to you, Pinky.

lfJake owes you money

and doesn't pay it, let me know.

- I'll see that he does.

- Thank you.

I remember years ago,

after your mother died.

I remember when Dicey sent you away

to school. Aunt Dicey's a good woman.

I've always thought highly of her,

and I'd like to be able to think well

of her grandchildren.

I've done nothing, Judge Walker,

and I'm telling you the truth.

- I'm not saying you aren't, but...

- But because I'm colored,

you don't believe me.

You're not sure.

That's it, isn't it?

How'd you make out up yonder?

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