:13:00
Your slimy innuendoes are not evidence
that they were connected with any crime.
:13:05
We're trying to get to the truth.
We're frustrated too.
:13:08
Any jackass can point a finger,
but that ain't evidence.
:13:11
Us old cotton-choppers are still
stupid enough to believe in democracy.
:13:15
- We know our rights under the law!
- You know somethin', all right.
:13:19
- I'd bet a cotton-choppin' dollar on that.
- You're gettin' so far up my nose...
:13:24
...I'm beginnin' to feel
your boots on my chin.
:13:27
And I'm tellin' you one more time,
Mr. Apple Red.
:13:29
A couple of crazies in bed sheets dancin'
round the countryside scarin' Negroes...
:13:34
...is not the fault of the entire
state of Mississippi!
:13:37
There are three dead kids and a lot of
scared people because of your sheriff.
:13:42
- So get used to havin' us around.
- Get used to my boots on your chin too.
:13:47
And you people better back off.
:13:50
Goddamn FBI. Who do they think they are,
comin' to my part of the country...
:13:55
- Do you have a statement, Mr. Mayor?
- Goddamn right I have.
:13:58
For a moment there, Mr. Anderson...
:14:01
...it sounded like we were
both on the same side.
:14:29
- Are you all right, honey?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
:14:32
- Let me know if you need anything.
- Thanks. I will.