:00:30
Good morning.
:00:33
Good morning.
:01:18
...why don't you get back to your commie,
nigger-lovin' bosses up North?
:01:24
You must not know my boss - Mr. Hoover.
:01:26
He's not too fond of commies.
He'd be on your side there.
:01:30
I don't give two shits whose side
your Mr. Hoover's on, boy.
:01:33
All I know is we got 5,000 niggers in this
county who ain't registered to vote yet.
:01:38
And, as far as I'm concerned,
they never will.
:01:41
So tell your stiff suits up in Washington,
DC, they ain't gonna change us one bit.
:01:47
Unless it's over my dead body.
Or a lot of dead niggers.
:01:49
Two beer cans, a Coca-Cola bottle,
a green plastic bottle...
:01:53
...a badly burned wristwatch stopped
at 12.45, and a set of keys. No bodies.
:01:55
You'd kill, Frank?
Is that what you're sayin'?
:01:58
I wouldn't give it no more thought
than wringin' a cat's neck.
:01:58
- I want the area searched. Every inch.
- Yes, sir.