:03:09
Maycomb was a tired old town...
:03:12
even in 1932, when I first knew it.
:03:17
Some how it was hotter then.
:03:20
Men's stiff collars
wilted by 9:00 in the morning.
:03:23
Ladies bathed before noon,
after their 3:00 naps...
:03:28
and by nightfall
were like soft tea cakes...
:03:31
with frostin 's of sweat
and sweet talcum.
:03:35
A day was 24 hours long,
but it seemed longer.
:03:41
There was no hurry, for there was
nowhere to go and nothing to buy...
:03:44
no money to buy it with...
:03:46
although Maycomb County
had recently been told...
:03:48
that it had nothing to fear
but fear itself.
:03:52
That summer I was sixyears old.
:03:55
- Good morning, Mr Cunningham.
- Mornin', miss.
:03:59
My daddy's getting dressed.
Would you like me to call him for you?
:04:03
- No, miss. I don't care to bother.
- Why, it's no bother, Mr Cunningham.
:04:07
He'll be happy to see you!
Atticus!
:04:14
Here's Mr Cunningham.
:04:18
- Good morning, Walter.
- Mornin', Mr Finch.
:04:21
I didn't want to bother you none.
:04:24
I brung you these here hickory nuts
as part of my entailment.
:04:27
Well, I thank you. The collards
we had last week were delicious.
:04:31
- Well, mornin'.
- Morning.
:04:39
Scout, I think maybe...
:04:41
next time Mr Cunningham comes,
you better not call me.
:04:45
- I thought you'd wanna thank him.
- I do.
:04:49
I think it embarrasses him
to be thanked.
:04:57
Why does he bring you
all this stuff?
:04:59
He's payin' me
for some legal work I did for him.