Mississippi Burning

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Mississippi Burning (1988)

#Precious Lord

#Take my hand

#Lead me on

#Let me stand

#I am tired

#I am weak

#I am worn

#Through the storm

#Through the night

#Lead me on

#Through the night

#Take my hand

#Precious Lord

#And lead

#Me home

#Take my hand

#Precious Lord

#And lead

#Me home

uh-oh.

What is it?

- What do they want?

- I don't know.

Just pass me. Pass me.

- Is it a cop?

- I can't see.

- What the f*** are they playin' at?

- They ain't playin'. You better believe it.

- What are we gonna do?

- I don't know.

OK. Hold on, you guys.

There's a truck too.

Sh*t. It is a cop.

You better stop.

OK. Sit tight, you guys.

Don't say anything. Let me talk.

All right? We'll be all right. Just relax.

Y'all think you can drive

any speed you want around here?

You had us scared to death, man.

- Don't you call me "man", Jew-boy.

- No, sir. What should I call you?

You don't call me nothin',

n*gger-lovin' Jew-boy. You just listen.

Yes, sir.

Hell, you even startin' to smell

like a n*gger, Jew-boy.

- Take it easy. We'll be all right.

- Sure you will, n*gger-lover.

(cop) He's seen your face. That ain't good.

You don't want him seein' your face.

Oh, it don't make no difference no more.

(click)

- Whoa, sh*t! We into it now, boys.

- (three gunshots)

You only left me a n*gger,

but at least I shot me a n*gger.

(men laugh)

Yes, indeed.

Now listen,

you communists and n*ggers and Jews

Tell all your buddies to spread the news

Your Day of Judgment will soon be nigh

As the Lord in his wisdom

looks down from on high

Will his battle be lost

by mixin' the races?

We want beautiful babies,

not ones with brown faces

Never, never, never, I say

For the Ku Klux Klan is here to stay

#Never, never, never, I say

#Cos the Ku Klux Klan is here to stay

These Ku Kluxers are better

with lynchings than with lyrics.

Just read the file, Mr Anderson.

I can do without the cabaret.

- You don't like me much, do you, boss?

- Sure I like you.

I just don't share your sense of humour.

Sometimes that's all you got left.

- How long you been in the Bureau?

- Three years.

- Right outta college, huh?

- No. From the Justice Department.

Kennedy boy. Now I see.

No. I don't think you do see.

Let's get this thing straight.

I haven't had a pimple in years.

I shave every morning.

I even go to the bathroom by myself.

So you can quit this "boss" stuff.

I'm in charge because

I've been through this before.

- Birmingham? Montgomery?

- Oxford. I was with Meredith at Old Miss.

Oh. You got hit in the head with a brick,

so they gave you a promotion.

No. Shot in the shoulder.

- Well, at least you lived. That's important.

- Meredith lived. That's what's important.

What's got four eyes and can't see?

- What?

- Mississippi.

#Never, never, never, I say

#Cos the Ku Klux Klan is here to...

(laughs)

- Big building for a small town.

- Yeah.

Howdy.

Good morning. My name's Alan Ward.

I'm with the FBl.

Federal Bureau of lntegration?

- In that get-up, you ain't undercover.

- We're here to see Sheriff Stuckey.

Sheriff's right busy now.

You'll have to wait

or come back some other time.

We'll wait.

(sighs)

Listen to me,

you backwoods sh*t-ass, you.

You got two seconds to get the sheriff out

here or I'll kick the goddamn door in. OK?

(door opens)

Well, hell.

Looks like we got some company.

Some Hoover boys come down to visit.

- How ya doin'?

- Good.

- I'm Sheriff Stuckey.

- Rupert Anderson.

Rupert, we've been expectin' you.

- I assume you met my deputy, Mr Pell.

- Sure did.

You down here to help us

solve our n*gger problems?

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