:13:04
Do we have to tell you 2,000 times?
Go back where you belong!
:13:08
Get outta my face!
:13:10
Get on outta here and leave us alone!
Leave us alone!
:13:14
Go on home where you belong, boy!
You're gonna get hurt!
:13:19
Mr. Ward, this is gettin' to be
about as much as we can take.
:13:23
- I cannot register a stronger complaint.
- Not now, sir.
:13:26
Now, just a minute. I resent your
public pursuit of my sheriff's department.
:13:30
You have made every effort to
implicate them in these disappearances.
:13:34
Your slimy innuendoes are not evidence
that they were connected with any crime.
:13:39
We're trying to get to the truth.
We're frustrated too.
:13:41
Any jackass can point a finger,
but that ain't evidence.
:13:45
Us old cotton-choppers are still
stupid enough to believe in democracy.
:13:49
- We know our rights under the law!
- You know somethin', all right.
:13:53
- I'd bet a cotton-choppin' dollar on that.
- You're gettin' so far up my nose...
:13:58
...I'm beginnin' to feel
your boots on my chin.
:14:01
And I'm tellin' you one more time,
Mr. Apple Red.
:14:04
A couple of crazies in bed sheets dancin'
round the countryside scarin' Negroes...
:14:09
...is not the fault of the entire
state of Mississippi!
:14:12
There are three dead kids and a lot of
scared people because of your sheriff.
:14:17
- So get used to havin' us around.
- Get used to my boots on your chin too.
:14:23
And you people better back off.
:14:26
Goddamn FBI. Who do they think they are,
comin' to my part of the country...
:14:31
- Do you have a statement, Mr. Mayor?
- Goddamn right I have.
:14:34
For a moment there, Mr. Anderson...
:14:37
...it sounded like we were
both on the same side.