The Butler Page #2

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- Hey, Dad.

- Hey, Louis.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Good.

- That woman whose son got killed,

she's around doing speeches now.

What's her name, honey?

- Mamie Till.

- Mamie...

Mamie Till. Mm.

I remember that story just

like it was yesterday,

even though it was three years ago.

It was a dis-damn-grace

what they did to that boy.

Just for looking at a white woman.

Beat him up,

threw his body in the river,

killed him.

He wasn't no older than Louis.

He was 14 at the time.

- Crazy white folks down South.

- Thanks, Ma.

At least we got it

a little better in DC, huh?

Still treating us bad, too.

Get on down here, Charlie!

Wash your hands.

Louis said we should stop

taking the white man's sh*t.

- Hey.

- Shut up.

- Watch your mouth.

- Watch your mouth.

Hello, Gaines' residence.

Uh, yeah. Hold on, Mr. Kidgan.

- It's the boss man, Dad.

- What's he calling for?

When the white man call,

I always assume the worst.

Yes, sir?

I would have put money on it

that I was getting laid off

or something that day.

- Would you follow me, please?

- Yes, sir.

I'm Cecil Gaines.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.

- You, as well.

Have a seat.

Are you political, Mr. Gaines?

- No, sir.

- Good.

We have no tolerance

for politics at the White House.

- How'd you find me?

- I didn't.

You served R.D. Warner

at the Excelsior Hotel.

He oversees operations

for the entire White House.

- You made quite an impression.

- I don't recall.

Mr. Warner and myself make note

of potential staff around town.

Butler positions rarely open,

as most stay on for 30 years or more.

I know I was quite surprised

when I got the call.

It was a surprise

for me, as well.

As the White House matre d',

I normally hire the butler.

Forgive me for saying this,

Mr. Fallows.

I certainly wouldn't want to

be hired under circumstances

that would make you

feel uncomfortable.

Oh, really?

You need butlers

that you've handpicked,

men to your liking

that will fulfill your vision

of a proper White House staff.

Hmm.

Is that... Louis XIII?

These decanters are replicas

of metal flasks that were found

on the battlefield in Jarnac.

Correct?

The Italians, they

know their wines,

and the Irish, they certainly know

how to make a great whiskey.

But I believe the French

have a distinct advantage

when it comes to Cognac.

C'est vrai?

Yeah, you'll make

a good house n*gger.

Would you care

for a demitasse?

Sometimes it just be

me and Faye up in here.

Me, Faye

and a little scotch.

Have a good time.

That's how you do it.

You know how to throw

a bash, girl.

What did you do

to this potato salad?

I'll tell you what I did.

I put some dill in it,

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