Places in the Heart Page #4

Of course it's necessary.

I explained all that to you yesterday.

- Down here...

- I was thinking...

...if I was to plant cotton...

Mrs. Spalding, you don't know

a thing about cotton farming.

- Yes, I know, but Moses says...

- Moses? Who's Moses?

He's this Negro man.

I don't know any Negro

around here named Moses.

He was just passing through, and I

gave him a job doing some chores.

You're telling me you let some Negro

hobo talk you into planting cotton?

Did you ever hear

of the Depression?

Now...

...you see these?

These are all foreclosures. And

that's just in the last three months.

White men who've cotton-farmed all

their lives and can't make a go of it.

And you listening to some

no-account n*gger.

You'll excuse me, Mrs. Spalding...

...but that's just about the most

ignorant thing I've ever heard.

Mr. Denby...

...I'm not ignorant...

...and I'm not selling my land.

And I'm not giving my children over

to anyone else to raise.

I'm going out and I'm buying

$15 worth of cottonseed.

So I'd appreciate it if you would

show me again how to write a check.

Okay, Mrs. Spalding, that's...

Let's see, 450 pound of cottonseed

at. 03 cent a pound.

That comes to...

...$13.50.

- $13.50?

- Yes, ma'am.

Load up Mrs. Spalding's wagon.

- Mrs. Spalding?

- Yes.

That ain't the seed you're paying for.

He's charging you for grade-A seed,

but that's gin-run quality.

Something wrong, ma'am?

Mr. Simmons, I think maybe you

gave us the wrong seed?

Well, so I did.

That's just an honest mistake,

isn't it, boy?

Isn't it, boy?

Yes, sir.

Now you idiots gave Mrs. Spalding

the wrong seed.

We're lucky her n*gger caught it.

That's a smart n*gger you got there.

He's a credit to his race.

Why did you have to go shoot off your

big mouth in front of that white man?

I swear, you ain't never

gonna learn nothing.

You just got yourself into

a carload of trouble.

This ain't your land.

You just passing through.

That white woman

ain't nothing to you.

These people ain't no reason

to get yourself killed.

Howdy.

Howdy.

What's your name?

Moses.

My name's Frank.

- My pa was killed.

- I heard about it. I'm sure sorry.

He was shot.

It was a n*gger killed him.

How old are you, child?

Nine, and 4 months.

You mean to tell me you got to be

9 years and 4 months old...

...and nobody told you

it's bad luck...

...to rock a rocking chair

with nobody in it?

Don't do no good now.

The damage is done.

I knew a man who rocked

a empty rocking chair.

Before nightfall, he got run over

by a cotton wagon.

Here, take this rabbit foot.

And you do what I do and

say what I say, you understand?

First thing is you turn around

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