Ruby Bridges Page #2

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Tomorrow, Huh?

I'm Goin' To A New School.

We're Gonna Get To Ride

In A Car, Mama Says.

Oh.

Daddy Say I Got To Go

To A Catholic School

Starting Soon,

And We Ain't

Even Catholic!

Why You Gotta

Do That?

Mm-Mmm.

Well, I'm-A Still See You

After School.

And I'm Gonna Still Whup

Your Butt In The Game, Girl.

You Ain't Whup Me!

You Know You Was Out.

See You Later.

We'll See You Later.

You Nervous,

Baby Girl?

I Wish I Could

Go With You.

But You Can Tell Daddy

All About It Later,

Okay?

Hmm?

You're Daddy's

Brave Little Girl.

[ Engine Running ]

[ Man ]

Are You A Resident, Sir?

Can I See

Your I.D.?

Thank You Much.

Mornin'.

Are You A Resident

Of Logan Street?

Yes, Sir.

Do You Have I.D.?

No, No, It's Fine

For Now, But...

You're Gonna Need It

On Your Way Back In Case

You Run Into The Next Shift.

So, Uh, Just Be Prepared

Till All The Guards

Know Everyone.

Hold It.

[ Indistinct ]

[ Humming ]

My, My.

Isn't She Pretty?

She Sure Is.

[ Cielle ] Well, Thank The Lord

For You, Mrs. Taylor.

I Don't Think I Could Have

Done This Without You.

- Honey, You Know

I Love Them Kids.

- [ Humming Continues ]

Now, Ruby You Remember

To Answer The Teacher,

"Yes, Ma'am," When She

Speaks To You.

Okay, Baby?

Yes, Mama.

Good Mornin', Mrs. Bridges.

I'm Deputy U.S. Marshal

Al Butler.

But I Thought The Man

From The Naacp Was Gonna--

You're Being Escorted

By U.S. Marshals Today,

Ma'am.

- [ Baby Crying ]

- Come On, Ruby.

Y'all Mind Mrs. Taylor,

You Hear?

[ Kids ] Yes, Mama.

Come On, Ruby.

Let's Roll, Guys.

Mama? Who Are

Those Big Men?

Just Some Men Gonna Drive Us

To School, Baby. That's All.

Alison.

Get Down, Baby.

Get Down.

Hold It Up Right There!

[ Butler ]

Wait Till I Open The Door

Before You Get Out.

We'll Get Behind You.

The Two Men In The Front Car

Will Walk In Front Of You.

We'll All Go

In The Building Together.

Stay Between The Four Of Us

And Do Not Look Back.

No Matter What Happens,

Don't Look Back At The Crowd.

- Just Keep 'Em Back.

- There Ain't Nothin'

Goin' Through.

I'm Late For

A Medical Conference.

What--

[ Horn Honks ]

Hey!

What's Goin' On Here?

[ People Shouting,

Horns Honking ]

[ Shouting Continues ]

[ Woman ]

Two, Four, Six, Eight!

We Don't Wanna Integrate!

[ Crowd ]

Two, Four, Six, Eight!

We Don't Wanna Integrate!

Two, Four, Six, Eight!

We Don't Wanna Integrate!

Two, Four, Six, Eight!

We Don't Wanna Integrate!

Two, Four, Six, Eight!

We Don't Wanna Integrate!

Two, Four, Six, Eight!

We Don't Wanna Integrate!

- Move! Get Outta The Way!

- Two, Four, Six, Eight!

We Don't Wanna Integrate!

Two, Four, Six, Eight!

We Don't Wanna Integrate!

Two, Four, Six, Eight!

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