Mudbound Page #4

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[grunts] You always knew

I wanted my own farm someday.

-No.

-I told ya.

Henry, I had no idea.

-I'm--

-I would have remembered that.

[exhales]

Well, I'm telling you now.

You're gonna love it.

You will. Wait and see.

Hmm?

[Henry] Honey.

[Laura and girls singing]

Sweet hour of prayer

That calls me from this world of care

Sweet hour of prayer

Sweet hour of prayer

That calls me from this world of care

Sweet hour of prayer

[girls giggling]

[Henry] Huh?

-[Isabelle] I like the porch a lot.

-[Amanda] Yeah.

[Henry] Huh?

Yeah? Who's gonna get which room?

Come on, come on. Come on. You, too.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You wait up there, huh?

You're gonna get the best room

for yourself, huh?

Is that it, huh? [laughs]

Huh?

[softly] What's 'round the back

over there?

There should be a key right under the mat.

-Go on. Get it. Get it.

-[Orris] Who the hell are you?

We're the McAllans.

New tenants of this house. Who are you?

Orris Stokes.

I'm the new owner of this house.

Well, I rented this place off

of George Suddeth just three weeks ago.

Suddeth sold me this house last week.

He didn't say nothing about no renters.

Well, looks like I'm gonna have

to refresh his memory, huh?

-He left town three days ago.

-I gave him a $100 deposit.

-You get anything in writing?

-No, Pappy, I shook on the deal.

I gave him $100, cash,

right there in the front room.

Had dinner with him and his wife. I did.

I showed him--

-Y'all best be getting on.

-I showed him pictures of my little--

You got swindled, boy. Damn fool.

You damn fool.

Never thought a son of mine would be

so damn stupid.

Come on, we can stay on the farm.

There's a house there.

We're gonna stay on the farm.

We can make it work. Come on.

[Pappy] Out there with the n*ggers

and the farmhands?

There's no place in town big enough

for all of us, Pappy.

Believe me, I checked.

Huh? Come on, sugar.

[horn honking]

[Henry] Honey! This is it!

This is our land, honey!

[whooping]

[children laughing]

[Hap]

One of my great uncles, Uncle Willie,

got ahold of a piece of land

down Reconstruction.

He had a deed.

Four white men on horses rode up one day,

aimed a pistol...

said he was dead.

My uncle's good deed,

torn into 40 pieces

and thrown to the wind.

And so I ask, what good is a deed?

That mule made me a share tenant,

not a sharecropper.

And had me dreaming

about having my own piece of land.

Maybe that's where the problem started.

[Ruel]

You'll be coming to us for all your food.

We're gonna be getting

all your stenographer money.

Nuh-uh.

'Cause I'mma be in California or Chicago,

where all the good colored jobs at.

-War gonna be over by then.

-No, it won't.

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