Crazy in Alabama Page #5

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-Taylor Jackson.

Well, Taylor...

...this pool is for white only.

Y'all gonna have to move on.

We'll just sit right here

till you change your mind.

-We're going home now.

-You go.

You come home with me right now

or I'm getting Dove.

Just thank God he's not a religious

fanatic. That's a pain in the butt.

My third husband, Charlie,

when he'd get--

Howdy, Raymond!

Good morning, Sally.

-How you doing?

-Good.

Hon, it's getting kind of late.

Don't you wanna get back

on the road now?

No, I got it, hon. It is my treat.

-Thank you.

-Now good luck to you out there.

-You've got a real talent.

-Thank you.

I like your style.

-How you doing, there?

-Fine, thanks. Yourself?

Real good.

-Think I'll try a number two today.

-You got it.

Well, well, well.

Look what we got here.

Y'all are trespassing

on public property.

Get up and go home.

This is a sit-in.

-What was that?

-This is a sit-in.

Yeah. I know what this is.

Now you boys get up

and disperse from here...

...or I'm gonna have to disperse you.

Go ahead and arrest us.

Oh, no.

I'm not gonna mess up my nice

clean jail with the likes of you.

We got a right to be here.

Excuse me. Thank you. Thank you.

You got no rights in my town, boy.

You hear me?

Get him out of here!

Get back there!

You ain't nothing but a big old bully!

Run, David, run!

You're gonna need a stretcher.

This one's hurt.

What happened?

He fell.

He ain't hurt, John.

He's dead.

I never touched him.

He fell. It was an accident.

Like that boy accidentally...

...went off the Pigeon Creek Bridge

last spring.

And one accidentally

hung himself in your jail.

Watch yourself, Dove.

All right.

Let me take him, son.

I'll bring him home.

I didn't start this thing.

These boys came here looking

for trouble.

Well, they found it, didn't they?

Do you know who this boy is?

This is Nehemiah Jackson's boy.

Do you want me to twiddle my thumbs...

...till this town explodes like Selma?

I mean to stop it, if I have to put

every last n*gger in jail!

Just don't kill any more

of them, okay?

I am sick of cleaning up after you.

Uncle Dove and Nehemiah Jackson

were friends.

They were both

in the funeral business.

They helped each other out

from time to time.

Just 17 years old.

He was supposed to start

Tuskegee in the fall.

I wish I knew what to say, Nehemiah.

The day he was born....

Just so little.

Those little hands.

It rained so hard that day.

Just pouring.

You could stop the sheriff

if you tried.

You don't know he's responsible.

-No one saw what happened.

-I saw.

He didn't fall.

Sheriff pulled him off the fence.

You saw it?

Taylor was trying to get away.

He jumped on the fence.

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