Mudbound Page #5

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[cutlery clatters]

-But Ronsel might be home early.

-I don't want him home early.

-Early means--

-He ain't coming back early.

Y'all finish up.

Get these dishes rinsed off before bed.

[banging on door]

[banging continues]

Howdy.

Evenin', mister.

McAllan. Henry... Henry McAllan.

-You're Hap Jackson.

-Yes, sir.

My family and I, we just arrived.

I'll need your help to unload.

-So you're the new owner?

-I am.

Thought y'all weren't comin'

until next week.

Need to get unloaded,

get a fire on before it gets dark.

-Okay?

-[Hap] Yes, sir.

Evenin'.

Then tell him to walk.

It's too far, and we don't have time.

It's getting late in the day.

I ain't movin' for no n*gger.

[Henry] He can't ride with Laura

and the girls alone so...

There's no room in the back of truck.

Pappy, please.

[Hap] Mr. McAllan was from Memphis,

and my guess was

he ain't know the eating end of a mule

from the crappin' end.

Told me he intended to bring in

one of them infernal tractors.

Imagine that.

Using a machine to work his land

instead of the hands the Lord gave 'em.

-[Isabelle chuckles]

-[Henry] Huh? Gonna do some fishin'.

-You all right, Mrs. McAllan?

-[thunder rumbling]

[Laura] Fine. Thank you.

You better get him to fix them shutters

or we're gonna freeze to death.

[Henry] We gotta get that truck unloaded

before that rain comes down.

Just leave it right here.

[pants]

You relax yourself there, Pappy.

We'll take it.

Girls are done in. I need their blankets.

[Henry] All right.

There has to be some in here somewhere.

All right, girls, come on.

-[Laura] Just stack 'em in the corner.

-Yes, ma'am.

[chuckles]

"A Tale of Two Cities.

Wuthering..."

You can read?

My son Ronsel taught me.

He gonna be fightin' under General Patton.

You mean diggin' ditches

and peelin' potatoes?

No, sir, he a tank commander.

Oh, there's no way the army's gonna

turn a tank worth thousands of dollars

over to a n*gger.

Now my son Jamie,

now there's a fighting man.

-He's flying bombers.

-[chuckles softly]

Uh, my son's a sergeant. 761st Battalion.

Calls 'em the Black Panthers.

Hey. [chuckles]

Boy.

You know what they call a n*gger

with stripes?

A raccoon. [laughing]

[Henry]

Honey, where you wanna put this piano?

[sighs] Let me get the girls to bed first.

Ain't no room for that piano.

Where am I gonna sleep?

We'll have to put you in the lean-to.

[Pappy] I ain't sleepin' out there.

-It don't even have a floor.

-[sighs] Henry, please.

-There's no room.

-[Pappy] Get rid of that piano,

we can put a bed right there.

Put a curtain around it.

It's true, we could.

I don't want a bedroom

in the living room.

She puttin' me out.

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