By Any Means (2026)

[bunniefuu]

Before you go knocking on doors,

I need you to

understand something,

this ain't just about

registering b*ll*ts,

people have been

beaten for lessons,

some have been k*lled.

The dark-haired young man seated at the

center of the group was Andrew Goodman.

Tonight, Goodman and fellow volunteers Michael Schwerner

and James Chaney are the focus of the nation's concern.

They've been

missing since Sunday.

Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner were in Mississippi

for the Freedom Summer Civil Rights Initiative

working to register

n*gro voters.

Deputy Sheriff Cecil Price says he detained

them for driving 65 in a 30-mile-an-hour zone.

They were released that evening.

When they paid the

fine and I was wasting,

they got in the car and left.

That's the last time

we saw any of them.

Sometimes they break quickly,

other times it's

a prolonged effort.

This may be a prolonged effort,

but it will be continued

until it is solved.

Until we find the bodies of those three men

that have disappeared and the persons who

may be responsible

for the disappearance.

BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

Who are you?

Why are you doing this to me?

Where are the bodies at, Eddie?

I'm a man of God.

Please.

Where are the bodies at, Eddie?

I don't get real tired, Eddie.

I just, I just, I

just don't know nothing.

- You don't know nothing?

- No, sir.

Okay, well here's the lineup.

That's the bottom of the ninth.

The bases are loaded.

Coming to the play

folks is the Grim Reaper.

Reaper checks the swings.

He didn't like the

looks of that one.

You didn't like them

booter boys, did you?

You different.

Yeah,

I'm a hit up.

Oh, here's the one at the top.

What's the fastball?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait...

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Buried.

Oh, jolly.

Born.

Buried. Who's buried here?

Oh.

Come here.

Spit it out.

We're going to have

to start all over again.

You don't want to

start all over again.

Can you try it?

You n*gg*r.

Good boy.

You know, you could have saved

yourself a little discomfort.

Had you just shared that

information out here, right?

BY ANY MEANS

New guy's just

trying to look busy.

Oh, come on, man.

Don't do me like that.

I'm just trying to educate

myself on what's going on down here.

It's like case after

case, unsolved, unsolved,

unsolved.

Make me wonder why Hoover

even hired Leroy as an FBI.

Because he black.

Grandpappy was a slaver.

Mama was half black

and shot tough.

That's why he give those

white boys the m*rder pass.

He don't want people picking up on

that one drop of n*gg*r he got in him.

Man, you better

k*ll all that noise.

Well, he McCarthy

all our black asses.

Excuse me.

Can I have some more?

Wayne Strider,

sir.

From Chicago? Yes, sir.

But I'm originally from

Mississippi, Hattiesburg.

I'd like to assist in

the Klan investigation.

Why do you join the Bureau,

Agent Strider?

Because I believe in justice.

And I believe that Negroes

have to be a part of getting it.

Well, I need to get back to this work if I stand

any chance of seeing my wife before she goes to bed.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Maybe you came back to Mississippi

to make a difference than you are.

Just by being here.

At least in Chicago,

I worked cases.

I wouldn't bring it down doors,

but I was a part of

the investigation.

It's like Chicago, Wayne.

You're ready for the world,

baby.

This world ain't ready for you.

Yet.

But it will be.

And when it is,

I will look out. Thank you.

Being here helps me understand

you in a way that I did not before.

Mississippi makes

you work for it.

This place does not

suffer fools gladly.

You've been here

for three weeks.

You already got us figured out.

No, I hope I never figure

you out, Wayne Strider.

JANUARY 10, 1966

Our struggle is a

uniquely American one.

It's the struggle for freedom.

For justice.

It's the very struggle that

this country was built on.

And we have a potent

weapon in our arms.

- Welcome.

- Hello.

It's the battle,

brothers and sisters.

Listen.

I am not saying that the

battle can fix everything.

But it's a voice.

And if it don't mean that much,

how come they so hell bent

on not letting us have it?

It's a proclamation

that we hear.

That we matter.

So here's what I'm going to do.

I'm a blessed man.

Y'all buy from my store.

You work my land.

You make it possible for

me to provide for my family.

So I say that when

a man has enough,

it's his obligation

to give some of it back.

You tell everyone you know

that if they can't

pay their poll tax,

Vernon Daymond will

pay it for them.

Because you know what I believe.

If you don't vote,

you don't count.

I say if you don't

vote, you don't count.

All right, so wait a minute.

All right, you can

see which one it is.

That's because 40% of the black

population are registered to vote.

And in some districts,

they're forced to pay

a $2 poll tax to do so.

It's important that we get

Negroes out large enough to vote.

It'll be the coalition

of the n*gro vote

and the moderate white vote that

really make the New South possible.

"Sambo" Toys Company

WHITES ONLY

Okay, how did he

get you to leave?

Answer, Chicago.

Come all the way down

here to this dusty old town.

He lied to me.

He promised me a big old house.

Good luck with kids. Daddy,

can I just get two more cookies?

Of course you can, sweetheart.

Give them to your brother.

Yes, Mama.

Just like that.

Don't get too big a house.

And you might need to make

too many babies to fill it up.

Yeah, you know about

that, don't you?

And you chose to come back.

He never really left.

It's not in his heart.

He always said, America won't be

right till Mississippi is right.

Is that what I always say?

Thank God I've got

some poets with me.

It's them again.

Hang up on them, then.

That phone's been ringing off the hook ever

since Vernon started paying folks' coat taxes.

They be getting hateful

calls all the time.

Leave us alone!

He gonna keep calling, Vernon.

Well,

if it ring again,

I'll unblock it.

Oh,

come on, we don't need to

worry about that nonsense.

We're here to celebrate the return

of the prodigal son, Wayne Strada.

Oh,

their own

Elliot Ness.

Yeah!

That's right.

Something like that.

Look at you.

And just the fact that you're a bona fide agent of

none other than the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Well, that's important.

And I want you to know

that we are proud of you.

Well, thank you for having me.

And remember,

if you don't vote,

you don't count.

Now, that was Hattie Ford

businessman Vernon Dahmer,

who jumped in to do his part by offering to collect

a $2 toll tax for any Negroes registering to vote.

If you cannot afford it, Mr.

Dahmer will pay it himself.

It wasn't enough that he

owns his coffee machine.

No, he's making more

money than any of us.

While a white family in this county doesn't know

where their next meal is going to come from.

That's right.

There was a time,

not too long ago,

where a n*gg*r wouldn't so

much as whisper the word vote.

And now,

that son of a b*tch is

on the radio buying votes.

It's a shame what we've

let our nation become.

We took this land first.

We took a savage nation into the

greatest country the world has ever known.

We are God's chosen people.

Our fathers' fathers

spilled their blood

so that this land could

nourish our sons forever.

That's right.

That Vernon Dahmer is a thief.

- I prefer him.

- Yes.

Hello?

Out of the sacred pages of our dear

Bible comes the story of Calvary's rugged,

yet holy,

cross.

I'm going to stay here

for a little while, honey.

This cross is the sign

of the Christian religion,

sanctified and made holy

nearly 19 centuries ago

by the suffering and blood of 50 million

moms who died in our most holy faith.

The cross inspired the Crusades in their perilous

attempt to rescue the Holy Land from the heathens

and is being used tonight to rally the forces of

Christianity against an ever-increasing horde of antichrists.

All the principles

of pure Americanism.

Hey, wake up!

Everybody, wake up!

Get back! Get me back!

Go take care of Betty.

I'll get you her.

Now!

- Let's go, boy!

- Dad!

Break it! Just break it!

You just go up,

and I'll hand it to you.

Stay down, Judith!

Stay down! I got you.

I got you.

I'm right here, baby.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Come on!

Come on, baby.

You go to Harrison. You run.

Come now, baby! I'm

going to hold them off.

- Dad, come!

- I will catch up with you shortly.

I'll be right behind you.

I love you.

- Damn it!

- Calm down!!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Let's go!

Another sad day in America.

Vernon Damon, Forrest County's

NAACP president and businessman,

dead at 50 seconds.

His home,

fire bombs,

in the middle of the night.

Police at this hour

are unwilling to...

I'm so sorry, baby.

...to allow the

experiment's end.

But we'll continue

on this story.

n*gro lawmaker Julian Bond has been denied his

seat in the Georgia House of Representatives

despite his advice of

victory at the polls.

He was named by his lawyers

as opposed to Julian Bond.

Thank you.

Dear Lord, we thank

you for your son.

We pray that his

soul is with you,

and I have never

met a finer person.

And we know that when we walk through

the valley of the shadow of the devil,

you will fear no evil,

for God, you are with us.

You brought us

here for a reason.

Amen.

You wait right

here, I'll be back.

What the f*ck do you

think you're doing, boy?

FBI.

Hey, now.

You see this?

I don't see sh*t.

Now beat it, boy.

Did you learn anything?

None we can all really know.

Sir, you can tell the president

that this has our full attention.

It's our top priority.

Our men are out in

strength as we speak.

I understand,

sir. I will keep you updated.

Hoover.

We just got off with Johnson.

It seems the president feels that these boys are

making a mockery of his voting rights legislation.

That segregation is over.

Say something.

Nobody's talking to us

down in Hattiesburg, Roy.

Negroes and whites alike.

They're all terrified of

retribution from the Klan.

Doesn't matter how many agents

we have canvassing down there,

nobody's going to

tell us anything.

Not willingly, that is.

So what do you want to do, Roy?

I love feeling totally free.

Why do you have to eat skin?

Because I said so.

This is your dinner.

Hey! I'm home!

Ew!

Where's Junior?

He's been in his

room since school.

I mean, he knows

it's dinnertime.

Gregory!

Have you already figured out the

prize, or do I have to come get you?!

Junior!

Don't disrespect your mother.

Come sit down.

Oh my God.

What happened?

Who did this to you?

Some guys at school.

It's nothing.

Nothing?

Names?

Now?

Don't I know someone?

Eleanor's Tommy?

Look, tomorrow,

You find Tommy, you put him

in the hospital, you hear me?

We'll make sure it

looks ten times worse.

We'll crack his f*cking

head for me to hear.

Hello?

You're a good boy.

I love you, son. Great.

It's for you.

Eat your dinner.

Who won?

Yeah.

I'm eating dinner.

With my kids.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

I'm coming.

Let's get this over with.

I'm with my family.

We need you down south.

We're going back to Hattiesburg.

For what?

More Jews gone missing?

n*gro.

Voting rights activist.

m*rder*d by the Klan.

I heard that before.

Who cares? I ain't going.

It's not a request.

Listen real carefully.

f*ck you. I ain't going.

Unless you want Joe Colombo

to know who you really work for?

You're on a plane.

Got it.

It's all there.

Ticket.

Motel and mobile. Check in.

Wait to be contacted.

Same deal.

Firearm room.

Special agents driving.

Yes, sir.

Uh-huh.

Yes, sir. Right away.

Who was that?

Peterson.

Thank you.

Special agent Strider.

There may be an opportunity for you to

assist in the Daver m*rder investigation.

Your background and your familiarity with the area and

the local players make you an ideal candidate for this.

This is entirely off the books.

No one knows. No one can know.

Might this be of

interest to you?

Very much.

Now, you would be partnered with a special

investigator who is uniquely qualified for this job.

You will pick him up

at this hotel in Mobile.

You will take him to the highway that hosts

a motor lodge just outside of Hattiesburg.

You will give him

this briefcase.

You will not open the briefcase.

And you will do exactly

what this man says.

You will find witnesses and

you will get signed statements.

You will not discuss

this case with anybody.

Any questions?

Samuel Biles is behind this,

right?

Identifying those

responsible is his assignment.

You are to be his handler.

Only.

Anything else?

No, sir.

Well, then off you go.

Wait for me.

Who the f*ck are

you supposed to be?

I'm Special Agent

Wayne Strider, FBI.

We'll be working together.

Get the f*ck out of here.

I'll call the G-Man.

I'm supposed to bring you this.

Say hi, honey.

Hi, honey.

Come in. You shy?

This is working, I told you.

Let me take care

of your business.

What's the matter, baby?

You're very thorough, you FBI.

Is that it?

Are you supposed

to drive me till?

I am not your driver.

I'm your handler.

All right.

Well, we're going to need

to handle Arthur the half-wife

before her husband gets worried.

We will put her in the cab.

We have a long drive

back to Hattiesburg.

Get dressed, baby.

She's going to fetch your cab.

I'm not finished.

Wow.

Get away from me, Take this off.

Me too.

I'll just meet you outside.

You don't want to watch?

You're going to miss me.

I'm going to miss you.

Hold this, baby.

Hey, boy. What's up?

Hey, you better keep

your wall from me.

I won't.

Guess you won't

mind if you have me.

So, uh, when did we start

letting you movies in anyway?

Hmm?

Mollyz? What's that with

y'all calling Negroes up there?

what, New Jersey? Hey,

Hey, I ain't for

f*cking New Jersey.

I'm from Bensonhurst,

m*therf*cker.

Brooklyn.

Mm-hmm.

You got to be the

first one, all right?

Huh?

I mean, tell me I'm

not sitting next to

the Jackie f*cking

Robinson in the FBI.

What's the matter, Kev?

Are you talking?

I know you can f*cking speak.

Hello?

James Wormley Jones.

Who's that?

First n*gro special

agent appointed 1919.

James Amos in 1921,

Earl Thomas and Thomas

Leon Jefferson in 22.

There's been a bunch.

Two others working

in my office right now.

You're the first

one I ever seen.

f*ck.

You look like you're

gonna sh*t yourself.

Just tell him you're

afraid for Christ's sake,

until we get out of here.

We're on an empty highway

at night in Alabama,

and I'm a n*gro agent

working in the Bureau.

Only thing these

fellas hate more

than people like me are

people who work where I work.

f*ck you.

What crime are you

two running from?

None, sir.

Where are you headed?

Hattiesburg, sir.

What's in Hattiesburg?

A motel on US 49.

What's in Hattiesburg, sir?

A motel, huh?

Yes, sir.

Y'all q*eers.

Hey,

something's funny.

Where are you from?

New Jersey.

I need identification

from both of y'all now.

I ain't driving.

You don't need sh*t from me.

You don't tell me what I need.

ID.

Now.

FBI.

What the hell you got here?

What is this?

I work for the government.

I'm just...

taking it all out.

No trouble.

Person A to G-Man.

Get out of the car.

Now.

Oh, buddy.

We'll have some fun

with you tonight.

Oh, wait. What you doing?

Wait.

No.

All right, that was fun.

You shot a cop.

We f*cked.

No, he's f*cked. Let's go.

Drop your weapon.

You gotta be kidding me.

Drop your weapon.

I really have no f*cking idea

what the f*ck you're doing,

Jackie Robinson.

I'll say this one more time.

Drop your f*cking weapon!

Hey, fool

Come on.

There's no witnesses.

There's no weapons.

There's no crime.

Let's get out of here.

You ever arrest anybody before?

I didn't think so.

You're supposed to do

the f*cking covering.

f*cking unbelievable.

All right, you got me.

You f*cking got me.

f*ck.

Hey.

What the f*ck are you doing?

I know you're not

gonna call this in.

Don't tell anybody about this.

I'm just gonna say it was you.

Who do you think they believe?

This f*cking guy.

Un-f*cking-believable.

It's your first f*cking day.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, wipe it off.

You touched the f*cking thing.

Wipe it off now.

All right. That's enough.

Can we get the f*ck

out of here now?

You hungry?

The f*ck is talking? Let's go.

Bet you never seen that before.

Do whatever the f*ck I want.

There's no rules.

Or what they didn't tell you.

Tell me what?

This ain't my first rodeo,

Jackie.

I was down here two

years ago doing this.

Doing what? What I do.

What do you think?

Ms. Byrne?

The Freedom Summit murders?

That was me.

I'm the one who saw that.

You guys found those dead

college kids because of me.

Like James f*cking Bond.

Come on.

That was nice.

So handsome. Okay.

You got it.

Okay.

Two hands, please.

Okay.

How am I sure I can do this?

You're firing

like you're scared.

You don't want to

stand like this.

You need a strong base.

Show me.

Put your left foot

a little bit in front

of your right foot.

Pay attention. I am paying.

A little bit in

front of your right.

Now you're about

to punch somebody.

I ain't never punched

nobody in a day of my life.

Hold on.

What you talking about?

You need to protect

yourself, my love.

From who?

Everybody.

Here you go. Two hands.

Strong hand on top.

Pull the trigger.

Don't squeeze.

Okay.

Annie Oakley over here.

What is wrong with you?

I just got put on a

special assignment.

Baby, that's amazing.

That is exactly what we wanted.

Yeah.

Come in.

Yeah.

I told you.

Don't bet against

the f*cking Yankees.

The f*ck's the matter with you?

Mickey Mayor was the

best who ever did it.

Yeah.

You gotta bet on a winner.

Now get the f*ck out of here.

The Yankees won the World

Series seven times in 11 years.

Yeah.

51, 52, 53,

56, 58,

61 and 62.

Yeah.

You keep betting like that,

your work's gonna be gone

so you run off with

the f*cking milkman.

Even worse, you'll be

laid up in the f*cking bed

with that colored

f*cking bookie you got.

It's your boss, Agent Rose.

Hey, he wants to talk to you.

Hold on, he's taking

his sweet f*cking time.

Yeah, who is this? Yeah.

Agent Rose.

You don't even gotta

tell him anything?

Anything to report?

Come on, Barney, why don't you

tell him what we did the other night?

You don't wanna tell him?

I'm sorry, I gotta do a report.

Okay.

Hey.

I told you ain't

got no f*cking rules.

Now come on, Agent, can I

get a f*cking smile, please?

Where to, man?

Gilman's g*n shop,

you heard of it?

The revolver found at Damon's

wasn't registered to nobody,

but it was sold from right here.

I guess Bobby Gilman

wanted to keep it up, huh?

Come on.

It's against protocol for

me to join you in there,

that's not part

of my assignment.

Protocol?

What the f*ck is that?

Look, if I stay

here, you're doing it.

Unless you wanna be

assigned to someone else?

Call your boss.

You do what I say. Let's go.

Come on, you're coming in.

Look, man, I live

in this town, man.

I can't just walk

into no g*n shop.

That ain't how things

work in Mississippi.

Walk into a g*n shop,

they put a b*llet in my head,

you get a prize for it?

No. I know how things work,

okay?

Listen to me, we go in there,

we ask a few questions,

we get some information,

we have a little fun,

we're gone. Let's go.

What do you want?

I can do the honors.

Hey.

Strider?

Mr. Gilman.

I'm Special Agent Strider,

FBI.

Say what now?

You see that?

FBI.

Readin' that sign.

A colored federal agent.

22 Magnum Room.

Found at the home of Vernon

Damon Firebomb by the Klan.

Was sold from your shop.

Now the problem is,

you didn't register it

to who you sold it to.

How did an unregistered g*n

sold from your shop

end up at a crime scene?

Well, all right.

Hey!

You put that back

right f*ck' now.

Put it back!

Time for you to leave my shop.

You too.

Now this is gettin' good.

Get out,

or I'll blow a hole

right through this n*gg*r.

Go ahead,

you bury him in the back.

Don't do it. I mean it.

I'll sh**t you too,

you greasy son of a b*tch.

Christ almighty!

If he tells me something,

don't tell me anything.

I've sold thousands of g*ns.

I can't remember

every single number.

My moral nephew, William,

he worked for me

several before last.

He was always messin' up,

mixin' up numbers and letters.

He must've mislabeled it.

Please, sir,

if it was a mislabeled g*n,

I can't tell you

who it belonged to.

Jack, you're gonna

believe this sh*t?

I'm tellin' the truth.

Please.

Let's go.

Hey, give me a minute.

You all right?

Wait, let me ask you a question.

You all right?

Hey! What the g*n?

I don't know. Stop.

You hear what the f*ck I said?

Stop!

I got it.

Give me a f*ck' name.

Who'd you sell the g*n to?

Don't lie to me.

You no good hillbilly

m*therf*cker.

Give me a name, Bobby.

Last time I asked,

who'd you sell the g*n to?

Please.

I don't know none.

All right, all right,

all right, all right.

f*ck.

Well, I'm okay.

You wanna ask him

some more questions?

He didn't know anything.

That was obvious.

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

I needed to be sure.

Bullshit.

This ain't business, and you

are not here to amuse yourself.

This is an official

investigation,

and you will not prevent

me from enforcing the law.

You understand me,

m*therf*cker?

Your rules ain't sh*t.

That's why they brought

me down here, dummy.

Wait, do you really

wanna be the colored guy

who lets these redneck

mofos off the hook?

Jackie f*ck' Robinson.

I ain't shinin'

no f*ck' shoes.

I'm crackin' f*ck' heads.

What's wrong with the king, huh?

Talk about a guy with a

f*ck' target on his back.

Jesus f*ck' Christ.

All I had to do was

round the f*ck' block.

Put that down.

I like that Malcolm

X guy better.

What you know about Malcolm X?

Well, I know he

don't take no sh*t.

I mean, I personally don't

give a f*ck about your people.

But he's got a point.

Turn the other cheek.

That ain't really

workin', is it?

Always workin'?

What am I, here on vacation?

You don't know

nothin' about nothin',

man.

How am I supposed to explain

racism to somebody like you?

I'm just sayin',

you get some g*ns,

you solve your

problems real quick.

I didn't use necessity.

I like that.

Yeah, I'm all k*ller.

That's exactly what we need.

That worked out

real well for us.

That's a good idea.

You know what?

On second thought, maybe

you should read that book.

Learn somethin'.

I don't know why we don't just go over to

this f*ck' Bowers guy's house right now

and put him to sleep,

instead of Mickey Mouse around

this whole f*ck' hillbilly town.

Just makin' people disappear

does not solve the problem.

We're gonna make cases.

Put them in jail

for breakin' the law.

And make it public.

Let these crackers

know their consequences.

Crackers? Yeah, crackers.

What, you never heard of that?

No, what's that

supposed to mean?

Salty cr*cker.

I got it.

Salty.

No flavor.

White man.

I swear.

Who are you?

Who is it? Who are you?

Chocolate. Delicious.

I could touch you all day.

Get the f*ck out.

Yeah.

Hey, you missed the target

for the highway, right?

Yeah, hang on, I got an idea.

The f*ck are we doin' here?

I am going to talk

to a potential witness.

And you are gonna

stay right here.

Why?

Because I don't need

you to bash her head open.

She ain't gonna talk

to no white folks anyway.

Hey there, old friend.

He's comin' up my steps.

Look at you all grown now.

It's good to be home.

I heard you brought a

pretty young city girl

to Damon's house the other day.

That's my wife,

Alice.

From Chicago. Chicago?

Can she cook?

Yes, ma'am.

What'd you see that

night, Miss Rebecca?

Night that Barney burns.

You don't want nothin' to

do with all that trouble.

I work for the

FBI, Miss Rebecca.

Trouble is what I do.

Is that right?

He k*lled Barney,

Miss Rebecca.

We can't let that go unanswered.

It was a couple of pickups.

The blue one had the taillight

busted out on one side.

Pulled out.

Swung around in

the dark like a...

Like an evil eye,

I do recall that.

And the red one had the taillight

busted out on the other side.

Pretty sure Mr.

Damon shot at it

a couple of times

as it was driving off.

You tell the FBI that?

I ain't tell them white

boys no suits or nothin'.

They come around here,

ain't got nothin' to

say to no authorities.

I don't want my

house burnt down, too.

You understand?

Hey!

You done yet?

Who's that?

That's my driver.

Got anything?

Maybe.

Pretty smart.

You know all the ladies

in the neighborhood.

Always the ones with eyes

on everything, aren't they?

I'm starving.

I know it's fine.

Officers.

Searching mechanic's

house for this blue pickup.

Broke it's backlight

and impeller damage.

The last time I was here I got the

best bacon I had in my f*ck' life.

Nobody fries sh*t

better than you people.

Bacon is bacon, as*h*le.

Here's what I want to know.

sh**t.

How'd you break your face?

They really don't

tell you sh*t, do they?

What you see is the point

where everybody talks.

This look not real

police work, then.

f*ck do I look like police?

They brought me

down here last time.

I did what I do,

and I found those poor kids.

And I didn't pray or march or sit

down at some f*ck' lunch counter.

I knocked some f*ck' heads

around and I cracked the case.

You're free, Jackie.

You're free to f*ck with

anybody who f*ck with you.

You got your g*n,

you got your badge.

Now you gotta grow some ba*ls.

If this thing goes right,

it could be big things for you.

Might even get to meet Hoover.

Get your picture on a wall.

How about that, huh?

You're welcome. Come on.

Can I get you started

with some drinks?

Go for it. How you like it?

Fine.

Well, can we do it Thursday?

Because I think the

turnout would be better.

Right.

Let me call you back.

My husband just walked in.

Yep.

You look like you

had a hell of a day.

Hey, Rosetta.

Hey, why ain't you hungry?

Fix your plate.

I'm, uh...

What's all this?

We put together a march

after Vernon's funeral.

Figured I'm a local now,

so I'm getting involved.

Are you sure you want me

doing all this mishandling?

You really shouldn't be putting

all this stress on yourself.

No, Vernon didn't

ask for nothing.

So I will be working.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Are you gonna tell

me what's going on?

It's nothing.

Hey.

Do not do that.

Sir?

It's me.

Did it ever occur to you that maybe

I don't want you getting involved?

It's too dangerous here.

Okay.

You're the one in the FBI.

You're the one who got

me to come down here.

So if there is danger,

it is because you

brought us into it.

Now we're here.

You're in it.

I'm gonna win you.

Who are you, man?

You mind doing this?

No. That's me.

18. Young and dumb.

Thought I'd say hello,

just like you, you know?

I always remembered how

many of you were k*lled.

Nah, f*ck.

That was for combat.

My brother started

going the wrong way.

He found a local boss.

He began doing jobs for him.

My contract was up.

My father begged me to come home

and get him on the right track like me.

But that broke shovel

called my father,

busting my hump every day.

Talk about getting treated bad.

My father's a WAP.

Know what that is?

Without papers.

The colors of white people.

They're one step above

those dirty f*cking Irish.

Anyway, my brother tells me he's

got to wait for me to make $200.

In an hour.

Couldn't make $200 in

a month shoveling coal.

Of course, I said yes.

Before I know it,

a wise guy's handed me a g*n,

wrapped it in a napkin,

started just like that.

Then on and on,

and here we are.

You're pretty proud of yourself,

huh?

Proud? I'm proud.

Who gives a f*ck?

It doesn't matter.

You people think

you're doing something.

You just shoveling

that coal, man.

Don't vote. Whatever.

It's all bullshit anyway.

And what would you do?

If you was a n*gro?

I'd k*ll them all.

Every last one.

You boys found it fast, huh?

Yeah.

This shop is owned by a

known Klan member, so...

it's best I sit this one out.

Oh, I didn't see

that one coming.

Hey.

Keep your hands to yourself.

We already drawing

a lot of attention.

I didn't know about the letter.

I got a finesse game to you.

Be polite.

Hey.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I've been trying to

find that dead pickup all day.

I'm the guy who knocked

the tail light in.

It just snagged right in

two when I was distracted.

You need something, sir?

Well, now I'm not

sure I really can say.

Say what you want to.

I was passing this diner.

Sweating b*ll*ts.

Figured I'd grab a cold Coke,

get off my a*s for a minute.

I walk in,

and there she is.

Behind the counter.

Fine-looking thing.

Call it good.

I'm talking black as midnight.

Smooth as whiskey

and built like a dream.

I shouldn't be happy.

Don't you tell nobody now.

I ain't saying

nothing to nobody.

So I saw her up to the counter,

looking cool as hell.

She leaned over that smile,

and she says, What can

I get you, sweetheart?

And right then, I'm thinking, Maybe the world

ain't as complicated as folks make it out to be.

Maybe it's just me

hiring this coke.

And then she spots

my wedding ring.

Yeah, she gives me that look.

I love that look.

I know, I know.

God damn it, I do.

Silly for me forgetting

about the messes.

I got out of there,

hopped a truck, And plowed

straight into a parkour.

Crossed the street,

took the tail, I cleaned off.

That's kind of a story.

Yeah, the thing is, uh,

I think a truck, um...

I think a truck was

involved in a, um,

Different sort of accident.

That's just the

truck I'm looking for.

Tell you what,

I'm sure we'd like

to make a worthy while.

Give me a minute.

You in on this one?

Hey.

We need him live. I told him.

Whatever you say.

We're gonna talk.

It's just a matter of time.

Huh?

All right, all right.

That's enough. Come on.

We're gonna talk, Billy Roy.

Now, we know that

you was involved

With the m*rder of Arne Damer.

Now,

who else was with

you that night?

Who the f*ck do you

guys think you are,

Busting into my

house like you did?

I ain't telling you nothing.

And I definitely ain't

telling you nothing.

I'm calling the f*cking sheriff.

Finally.

You ain't calling

no g*dd*mn body.

Listen, Billy.

We got a witness.

Put your truck at the scene.

That's right.

So this is your chance.

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't be stupid.

You know what they

do to skinny white boys

Up in Yonsei City?

Cut your time, Billy Roy.

Give up hours and the

rest, cut your time.

You're the best we could do.

You start to open up

a little bit, right?

Yeah, you wanna get chatty, huh?

I think I'm gonna hang you

from the bridge and spook a boy.

Is that your dog out there?

You know what?

I ain't losing that

f*cking dog anymore.

No, no, no, no, wait!

You k*lled my dog.

You k*lled my dog.

And you're next

if you don't talk.

f*ck you.

You give me the green light now.

All right, stop.

We need him alive.

I said stop, that's enough.

God damn it, that's enough.

I told you we'd take you to him.

f*cking psychopath.

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

FBI, are you under arrest? No.

We're taking you in.

And you will tell us.

What do we need to know?

Now, you got us a man.

Do your thing.

Y'all come on, man.

We ain't gonna just

stand there, are we?

FBI,

I'm a federal agent.

And Mr. Pitts is under arrest.

Y'all need to get on

back to your homes.

Hey, he think he's got it going.

FBI,

I said FBI. God damn it.

Damned Zanj

Stay down, boy

Come on.

Hey, get the f*ck back.

f*ck.

Holy sh*t.

You black b*stard,

I saved your life.

You owe me for that one.

Don't let them beat up on me.

What the f*ck is

the matter with you?

I was letting you

do it your way.

They was about to have one

more dead n*gga on their resume.

You've been hanging from

a tree right now, boy.

Oh, sh*t.

m*therf*cker. Come on.

I'm gonna rip your f*cking

eye out of your f*cking a*s.

You and your f*cking rules.

Now we gotta get that

guy all over him again.

Yeah, but you

ain't got no rules.

You gonna tell that Joe Colombo,

Vito Genovese, or

whoever the f*ck it is.

You better watch your

f*cking mouth, you hear me?

You don't know what the

f*ck you're talking about.

You know what?

You worse than the f*cking Klan.

They may be devils,

but at least they

believe in something.

What you believe in?

I believe in me, m*therf*cker.

Oh, merda.

Code of silence?

That's bullshit.

You walk around here in

your f*cking fancy suits,

your little toothpicks,

like you're a f*cking big man.

You're just a f*cking rat.

What the f*ck you call me?

Another snitch

working for the G.

I ain't no f*cking rat.

I'm here helping

you and your people,

doing the job you're

too f*cking scared to do.

Yeah, I'm done.

Yeah, I've been trying to

make a f*cking man out of you.

I'm done.

You and your f*cking badge.

You think I give a f*ck,

huh?

m*therf*cker. f*ck.

All right, sailor.

I got it.

All right, let me

take a look at you.

Come on.

Yeah, I k*lled my dogs.

Get the cuffs off of you.

Hey, k*ll a bum, and

we'll be all right.

We'll take care of you.

They're coming after all of us,

Sam. They know who we are.

Oh, jeez, Hunter.

Your orders were

to leave him alone.

To let him operate.

But you chose to leave him on

the side of the g*dd*mn road.

We're relieving you of

your duties, agent Strider.

I will need your

g*n and your badge.

I'm sorry.

I don't like this.

I'm sorry.

You're shot.

no, no.

I will get back at you

Did you hear me? I

will get back at you.

I lost a man.

Let's go, boy!

I've got you, m*therf*ckers.

Come on, come on! Move! Move!

Let's go!

Damn it!

may be responsible

for the disappearance.

Come on!

Leave it, let's go! Come on!

Come on! let's go!

Come on! Come on!

No, it's better.

Got two ways.

Come on.

Archie gonna take

you to the ambulance.

I'm not going anywhere.

Addison, I can't have this

conversation with you right now.

Wayne, listen to me.

Wherever you going,

I'm going. What I have to do,

you cannot be a part of.

It's not safe.

It's not safe for you either.

They could k*ll you.

This is our home.

This will be our

children's home.

We cannot let these

animals take that from us.

Jesus Christ, you're

so f*cking stubborn!

We can't run forever.

I love you.

I love you too.

Who do you want?

Get in the car.

Don't laugh at me.

We're done, remember?

You don't say when you're done.

I tell you when you're done.

They came for me.

And my wife.

Get your sh*t and

get in the f*cking car.

Let's end this,

and then you can go home.

That's what I've

been waiting for.

Let's go.

It's the m*therf*cker

who shut up my house.

So what now?

Now we wait.

That was f*cking boring, man.

It's me.

I didn't.

When I was a kid,

I burned a cop's car.

You? W-Y.

Cop car?

No, a cop's car.

I wanted his car,

not the guy.

My friend stole some gum

from the grocery store.

One of these deputies,

he was right

outside, he chased us.

About

half a mile from here,

right down that road.

I got away.

And your mother didn't?

No.

The state trooper broke his arm.

Broke his jaw.

He dropped out of school.

I never did see him

again after that summer.

I found out where

that cop lived.

And?

I set his f*cking car on fire.

What?

But he deserved it.

That's what I know.

No.

I got away, but it's got free.

How about that?

I don't know why

I'm telling you.

This f*cking guy.

When a guy gets

away with something,

he's pissed about it.

Yeah, well...

I don't like people

getting away with sh*t.

We can get up when

something happens, will ya?

What's going on?

Is that him?

- I don't know, let's go.

Howdy.

If you make a f*cking noise,

I'll k*ll you right

here, you hear me?

Hey, boy.

It's time, it's time, boy.

It's time, it's time.

Look at you.

Full of surprises.

I know who you are.

You're a crazy man

from New York, ain't you?

Yeah.

I don't think you're gonna do

to me what you've done to Henry.

I ain't no p*ssy, pretty.

That sounds like a challenge.

I love a challenge.

What'd you say?

Did you say something?

Who k*lled 'Vernon Dahmer'?

Who k*lled 'Vernon Dahmer'?

We'll k*ll Vernon Damon.

Why do you care?

You know I don't.

I'm a friend of yours.

I only get paid if you tell

me what you want us to know.

f*ck you.

And f*ck you too,

whoever you are back there.

I like this one.

Styles.

Bly Styles.

Says here you got a mother.

There's a nut chest.

Here's what's gonna happen.

We'll get up tomorrow.

I'm gonna go to the chest.

And I'm gonna find your mama.

And I'm going to carve her up.

Piece by piece like

a Thanksgiving turkey.

How's that sound to you?

This prick.

This prick won't even

save his own mother.

Nothing yet.

What's the jerk doing

this on the street?

f*cking b*tch, get over here.

Please.

Stop.

Get down on your knees.

Get in front of your boyfriend.

What the f*ck are you all

thinking with all of this?

Are you thinking we're gonna

get in some sort of trouble?

This is ridiculous,

for Christ's sakes.

This is Mississippi.

Get his shorts down.

Get his f*cking shorts down now.

Get his d*ck up.

Get his f*cking shorts

down f*cking now.

Get him off.

Just k*ll me.

No, no, no, no, no.

You're gonna feel this.

Every last slice,

you m*therf*cker.

Stop.

Please, I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

It was Sam Bowers.

Stop, Kyle. What the f*ck?

Speak.

Sam Bowers.

He told us to get

that secret paper.

It's me.

It's Kyle.

I k*lled your boy, Bits.

Cecil Sessom.

William Smith.

Bowers had to make

sure we got Daymer.

That n*gg*r.

Yeah.

And the other cops.

What other cops?

That n*gg*r old haggy with a big

mouth who lived across the street.

There it is, Jackie.

Don't. Please.

Have mercy.

Please have mercy.

Do you see where you are?

You see your friend over there?

Do you ever want to

see my face again?

Never.

Then you keep your mouth shut

about this and you testify.

Unless you want to be

swaggering, run and breathe.

Yes, sir.

I don't wanna go on.

Who else?

Nice and loud. Nice and clear.

Charles Snow.

Alvin Martin.

Clifton Lowe.

14 names.

Slightest deal.

Not bad.

What's the matter with you?

It's a great day.

You're the only colored guy in the world who

gets to k*ll a white man and get away with it.

And look,

not for nothing.

But the bosses, they're always gonna

need guys like us to do these things.

They're not gonna do it.

That's why they're the bosses.

Time for me to go.

See you around, Jackie Robinson.

Local Hattiesburg

businessman, Lawrence Berg,

signed a 22-page confession

detailing his and 13 others'

involvement in the m*rder of Vernon Gamer.

This confession was the

result of tireless work...

on part of both local and

federal law enforcement authorities.

Protection of all

citizens' civil rights...

is a priority for the Federal

Bureau of Investigation.

Somebody's gotta make up

But someone's

always gotta break up

And it's you

You...

You're the one

When they tell you to go away

You just fall without a doubt

Or say some other quote

You're living

by... But you're...

They can't take

whatever rules they pick

We won't let those

rules get in our way

Laws ain't made to

fix what you pick

Sometimes what you gotta do,

you gotta do By you

By you

By you By you

By you Let them think

that they can change you

When you're not afraid they

can't contain you You gotta do

What you need to do

So you do a little damage

But it's worth the trouble

There's only one road

When you're going

down it gets you home

They can't take

whatever rules they pick