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or something, I don't know.
But the whole town's been talking
about nothing but this for days.
Oh, Lucy, it was just horrible.
I feel I should do something about it,
but I don't know what to do.
- Let's go home.
- Lucy, see those men over there?
They were at the jail.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Let's go home and see Hank.
He'll tell you what to do.
Come on.
Could you park it?
- You all through with him?
- All yours.
Its funny, no crowds.
They're wise.
They know enough to stay away.
- Take him to the hospital?
- Morgue's across the street.
What'd this guy wanna come down here
for in the first place?
What they don't seem to understand
is we folks get along all right.
So long as nobody starts interfering
with us in Washington.
Points north.
Adams didn't come from Washington.
He worked for a paper in Birmingham,
and that's not north.
He used to do
Knew a lot about football.
They left this.
- Where's Walters?
- Down at the bus station.
Looks like the diner
and some of those places across the street
closed a little early tonight.
Yeah.
Check up on them, Shore.
See what the excuse is this time.
Okay.
- What does he think he's gonna do?
- Well, you know, go through the motions.
He's a county prosecutor. He'll prosecute.
- Rainey will get no place.
- Tell you what, Tommy.
lll go to the races with you tomorrow
on one condition.
We use your car.
Tomorrow is my wife's turn.
You know her.
Yes?
Well, they came in.
A guy with a shotgun come up.
"Get down on your gut," he says,
"On the floor."
Well, he had a shotgun, I got down.
"Where are the keys?" he says.
"Go look," I told him.
- Who was in here?
- I was.
"Which cell is Adams in?" he says.
I wouldn't tell him. "Go look," I said.
Then I got it in the back of the head.
- Who was it?
- What? Come again?
The guy with the shotgun.
The other fellows.
Come on, Ernie, who were they?
What's the matter this time?
Too dark in here?
All happened too fast?
Maybe you didn't recognize any of them,
never saw them before in your life?
That's right.
You realize as the deputy,
you're sworn to protect your prisoners.
You know, I could hold you
as an accessory to murder.
Okay, hold me.
Accessory to murder.
You better go with him.
Better get that head X-rayed.
Don't tell me my job. I know my job.
out of here.
So do I.
So do you, Burt,
when it comes right down to that.
It was the Klan. What about it?
Well, a man got killed.
Something's got to be done about it.
All right, tell me what.
lll do what you say.
That's what lm here for.
Mr. Rainey?
lll pull them in, if you name them.
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