01x02 - Only Skin

[bunniefuu]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

[ROTARY DIAL CLICKING]

[ALMA] Hello?

Mama.

Have you heard from Willie Mae?

Willie Mae? No. Is everything okay?

No. No, it's... It's not okay.

He's gone.

- Who? Bobo?
- Yes, bobo.

What do you mean he's gone?

No, I don't know.

She said... she said some men
came and took him last night.

Men? What men?

I don't... I don't know who.

I-I don't... I don't know why.

I j... I just know that he's gone,

and we have to get someone
down there to go find him.

Take a breath, baby.

I'll call Gene.

You call everyone else.

Okay, I will.

We'll be right over.

Okay.

[RECEIVER CLICKS]

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[UNCLE MOSE] Mnh-mnh.

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- Maurice.
- Yes, sir?

Take the boys and go into greenwood.

[MAURICE] Why?

Somebody gotta start looking for him.

Just go on.

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Crosby...

You'll tell Lizzie...

The boys are going to stay with family.

You think I'm letting
you go down there alone?

He's my nephew, too.

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Mama.

I should have never
let him get on that train.

Stop it.

- We're gonna find him.
- How?

He's so far away, and you really think

the police are gonna
do anything to help us?

Don't you worry, baby.

We don't have to do this alone.

Were you able to reach Daddy?

He's coming down from
Detroit as soon as he can,

but he's making calls,
doing his part, even from afar.

We all are. Hey, Rayfield Mooty.

Mamie's cousin, and I work at
inland steel with her stepfather.

Good to meet you, sir.

Seeing as Rayfield heads
the steelworkers local,

we thought he might offer
some words of wisdom.

You got yourself a loyal
circle, that's for sure,

but I know some real
powerful folks up here.

Willie Mae.

Tell me everything.

I got the call this morning,
first thing, from Curtis.

He... he thought what
he heard last night...

Those white men taking
Bobo... Was all a dream.

But as soon as he
realized that it wasn't,

he ran to the neighbors and he called.

Did he say why... Why
those men came for Bobo?

I guess there was some incident
before Curtis got down there.

At some market.

People were saying bobo was chatting up

a white woman, being improper.

What?

What did Wheeler say?

Hallie Mae, have you heard from him?

Not yet.

H-He's on his way home.

Chatting up some white woman?

N-No.

I don't believe one word of it.

I need to hear from Uncle Mose.

Mama, can you get me that
number of that neighbor of his?

Uh, you know, the one
that got Bobo on the phone.

We've been trying them all morning.

- No one's answering.
- What about the landlord?

- Whose landlord?
- Uncle Mose's!

Oh. Fr-Frederick.

Uh, Grover Frederick.
Number's in my book.

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Hello? Mr. Frederick?

Hi, this is, um...

This is Mose Wright's niece, Mamie.

My son, Emmett, he
was down there visiting...

My son. Emmett.

Emmett!

We can't seem to reach
anyone down there, sir, and, um...

And... and I need to
speak with my Uncle Mose.

It's an emergency.

Can... can you take
down our number, please?

Or is there someone
there that I can speak to?

Hello?

Hello?

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Old man says that
there's no one down there,

and he doesn't have a pencil or
paper to take down our number.

Says he's hard of hearing.

He heard me just fine before I told him

who I was and what I needed.

Folks down there know what it
means when g*n-toting white men

storm through a house
in the middle of the night.

They're too afraid to get involved.

Involved?

My son is hundreds of
miles away from home,

waiting for somebody to do something.

[GENE] Mamie, what are you thinking?

I'm the one he's waiting for.

I'm catching the first
thing smoking down there.

Those men abducted a child.

I'm sorry, but they sure as hell ain't
gonna be intimidated by a woman.

I can't think about myself right now.

Well, what if a call comes
in while you're on the train?

- Mama will handle it.
- What if it's Emmett?

I can't just stay here and
wait for somebody to find it

within their hearts
to pick up their phone

and start looking for him.

[RAYFIELD] She's right.

We need more than thoughts and prayers.

We need to organize.

You need allies up here with influence.

You need the NAACP.

You really think that
they can help me find him?

I know they'll do a hell of a
lot more than that landlord,

not to mention the law.

My wife and I

heard some talk.

Well, gossip.

That Bobo... um, Emmett...

Emmett Till...

We heard that he may have said

or did something that
offended a white lady.

So, you knew what was what
when those men came a-knocking?

Well, sir, I knew it was trouble.

There had been a lot of talk
coming out of Bryant's market,

so when I asked who was
there and the voice said,

"Mr. Bryant,"

I figured it was about his wife.

I opened the door,
and he stood there, uh,

behind a big guy... bald...

Who said that the lady
was his sister-in-law.

He did most of the talking,
and he had a g*n, so I listened.

So they got the boy and drove off.

Were they alone?

I-It was dark, but
when they first got there,

I think I saw a colored fella.

Uh, I-I couldn't make a face.
He didn't want me to see him.

And when they was
leaving, one of 'em asked

if Emmett was the right one,

and I heard a voice, a light voice...

Lighter than a man's,
I mean... Say he was.

Mm-hmm.

Light as in a woman?

Could've been, sir.

But you can't say for sure.

No, sir. I didn't see, just heard.

Now, you say you had a house full.

Did anyone else see all this unfold?

My wife.

She went to stay with family.

My boys are doing the same.

What about the other Chicago
boys you had staying with you?

Where are they?

One's with his uncle, and the
other one headed back north.

Anything else you think I should know?

Whatever Emmett may have did or said,

he ain't mean nothing by it.

The boy just turned .

That it?

Yes, sir.

All right, then.

I'll fill in the Sheriff.

Yes, thank you, sir.

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[SIGHS]

Sheriff, I hate to call
you on your day off,

but, um, it's them brothers again.

Coming down here is brave
of you, in the midst of it all.

I'd put myself in front of a b*llet
to help find my son, Mr. Wilkins.

Can you help me, so I don't have to?

You'd be surprised how
quick people start caring

when the eyes of the
nation are on them.

And how do we do that?

We start local.

"Hometown boy goes missing"

is worthy of a front
page, if you ask me.

So you'll talk to reporters
and get his name out there?

- And his picture?
- Absolutely.

I'm based in New York,

but I will do everything
that I can while I'm here.

In my absence, I can assure you

that the Chicago branch
of the NAACP will see to it

that the local reporters
will stay on top of it.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS IN DISTANCE]

This isn't my story to tell.

It's yours.

If you let them, people will
take this story, run with it,

and do everything in
their power to profit from it.

That's why I'm here.

I need a professional to
help me navigate all of this.

I could talk to the
press on your behalf.

I do it all the time when
our people are targeted.

But this is not some voter
registration retaliation.

This is a missing child.

And we need to move people to act.

And if you ask me, the best person
for the job is the child's mother.

But I wouldn't begin to
know what to say or... or...

Or who to say it to.

Say his name.

Put his face, this face, in the papers,

and say it to people who can relate,

people who can see their
children in the face of yours.

[SIGHS]

What'd you want to go down there
and get that little n*gg*r boy for?

I don't know, but I went and got him.

What'd you do with him?

My wife said he wasn't the
right one, so I turned him loose.

What does that mean?

She said he wasn't the one who
made them ugly remarks to her.

So you brought him here?

- Yeah.
- And what time was that?

Late. Ain't sure.

But it was here at the market.

She didn't go down
to Preacher's with y'all?

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[SIGHS] You really gonna
make a stink out of this, George?

[SCOFFS] We just talking, ain't we?

Who went with you to get him?

Other than your brother.

Nobody.

Where's Mrs. Bryant now?

Family.

So y'all took the boy
and brought him up here

for your wife to identify, but
she said he wasn't the one.

Do I have that right?

Yeah.

Why didn't you take him back home?

Figured he could find his own way.

In the middle of the night?

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

On behalf of the NAACP,

Mr. Wilkins and his associates
are gonna send telegrams

to officials all over the country,

demanding that they get involved.

He even helped me call the press.

The Black press.

So, I-I guess I gave anyone who'd listen

an open invitation to our homes.

Catch your breath.

We may not need all that.

We heard from the
Chicago Police Department.

They've been getting
calls from Mississippi...

Three separate reports from people
who say they saw Emmett. Alive.

Wait, where did they
see him? Was he hurt?

We don't know much
more than that they saw him,

but according to these
tips, he's on his way home.

What? Mama!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Thank you.

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Yes, I'm still here.

Are you sure?

It's Emmett.

E-m-m-e...

I don't... I don't understand.

Oh.

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What happened?

Mamie?

Well? What did they say?

The police, they sent me to
the Missing Persons Bureau.

But they had no leads.

All those calls were
nothing more than a hoax.

Every single one of them.

What?

[CAR DOORS CLOSING]

Mamie, look.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS IN DISTANCE]

That's the power of the NAACP for you.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

This is our chance. Come on.

You go.

No one wants to hear
what I'm thinking right now.

[MAMIE] Nonsense.

There's no woman who speaks
her mind better than you, Mama.

What's the point, Mamie?

The point?

We keep getting Emmett's name out there,

and maybe the next phone call
will be the one that gets him home.

You still believe that?

I'll be right here.

Ma'am, have you... have you
heard from your family in Mississippi?

Ma'am, do you have any idea
of the identity of the suspect?

Has anyone contacted you
about his possible whereabouts?

Have you been in touch
with the Leflore County Police?

Ma'am, the Greenwood
Chronicle is reporting that three men

and one woman were involved
in your son's disappearance.

Do you know who these people are?

They're covering it in
the papers down there?

In the afternoon edition, yes.

Thank God.

I'm sorry. Can we start over?

- Can you repeat your question?
- Sure.

Ma'am, do you... ma'am, do
you believe your son is still alive?

Yes.

Ma'am, Simeon Booker, Jetmagazine.

I think I speak for everyone here when

I say that we're willing to do our part

to make sure this story
stays in the headlines up here.

We're praying for you.

I appreciate that.

You were kind enough to invite us here,

so rather than pummel
you with questions,

I think it'd be wise to
let you have the floor.

Tell us about your son.

Start simple. With his name.

His name is Emmett Till.

He was taken in the middle
of the night from my uncle's...

Um, Mr. Mose Wright's
home in Money, Mississippi.

He was taken by white men.

I think that's important.

And I want people to
know that he is a good boy,

and if anyone can tell us
something to help us find him,

please, I beg you, come forward.

[REPORTERS CLAMORING]

Sheriff Smith, have
there been any arrests?

When we have something to
report, you'll be the first to know.

This morning, you were
quoted as saying the missing boy

made some ugly remarks to a white woman.

Can you elaborate? What...
what exactly did he say?

I said all I knew then. I
know about the same now.

[CLAMORING CONTINUES]

Y'all making a mountain
out of a molehill.

NAACP really making
you work, ain't they?

I'm not affiliated with the NAACP.

I'm with the Daily News.
I come up from Jackson.

And I'd like to hear from y'all.

How's this...

Northerners ain't really
known for their manners.

Some of 'em come down here and
learn how things work the easy way.

Some of 'em don't.

Did I do okay?

Oh, uh, yes, ma'am.

You were great.

Emmett's, uh, , right?
Is he in high school?

No. Junior high.

Don't let people forget his age.

It's important.

For next time.

Oh.

I hope I don't have to do
that again. [CHUCKLES]

I hope so, too.

But in the meantime,
I'd like to follow your story

as close as you'll allow me to get.

As long as you keep
Bobo's name in your papers,

you are welcome here at mama's anytime.

My home, as well.

You said Bobo?

Um, it's what we call him,
the people who know him.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Everyone gone?

Nearly. Gene stayed.

He's with Hallie Mae,
trying to soothe her nerves.

She should be thanking God
her boy is on his way home.

If we're gonna get through this, I

need you to believe that ours is, too.

You want me to pretend?

I want you to believe.

In him.

He's had people doubting
him since the day he was born.

But we knew better.

We believed in him.

We treated him like any other boy,

and that belief gave him confidence...

- [CHUCKLES]
- ... And strength,

and an unbelievable will.

If anyone can fight their
way out of something like this,

it's Bobo.

[CHUCKLES] Bobo.

Do you think he'd sit well
knowing you were doubting his will?

Well, I guess a little hope
never hurt anybody.

Now, that sounds like my mama.

[CHUCKLES]

[DOOR OPENS]

Wheeler. Oh, sweet boy, you made it.

[CRYING] I'm so sorry, miss Mamie.

We will talk once you've settled.

Your mama is missing
you something terrible.

Go on.

Mama.

Wheeler! Oh!

[BOTH CRYING]

Oh, baby!

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I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

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- [EMMETT] [LAUGHING]
- [GOBEL] Remember, housewives,

when you go shopping
tomorrow, buy some water.

Water comes in drips,
drops, buckets, barrels, bottles,

and in the giant
economy-sized lake Michigan.

- [EMMETT] [LAUGHS]
- [LAUGHTER]

Remember, friends, without water,

even dial sham won't poo.

- [LAUGHS]
- [LAUGHTER]

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[SIGHS]

Mamie!

[DOOR CLOSES]

Baby?

_

Mamie. Baby.

Mm. What?

Oh, I don't know how I ended up in here.

Wait, how did you... ?

Mama gave you her key, didn't she?

[SIGHS] That woman.

I think you'll forgive
her when you see this.

- [WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
- _

They filed kidnapping charges.

Bryant admitted to taking Emmett,

but he said he turned him loose.

Mama, do you hear that? They let him go.

Our boy is smart.

He's probably hiding in the
home of some nice colored family,

just waiting till it's
safe to phone home.

God willing.

That white woman knows
something. She's the key.

You believe what they said?

That they can't find her?

They will.

There's a warrant out for her arrest.

A warrant.

I mean, that... That's
something, isn't it?

It's working.

People are paying attention.

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

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[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

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[BRAKES SQUEAK]

- [CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
- My boys are in there.

Oh, one of my gals will be
happy to watch over them

while we chat.

Ain't you here to arrest me?

[CHUCKLING] Arrest you?

Now, where would those boys
be with both parents behind bars?

I've been in touch with the family.

I'm Sidney Carlton, your lawyer.

I don't know what the
Milams are feeding you,

but we ain't got money for a lawyer.

Oh. Don't you worry about that.

There's quite a bit
being said about you.

About the incident at the market.

And I think it's time
we heard your side.

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A group of negroes were on
the porch playing checkers.

Was that unusual?

Not at all. They were
locals. I was familiar.

Go on.

I waited on him, the Chicago n*gro,

and when I went to
take the money, he said,

"how about a date?"

What happened next?

A little n*gg*r from
outside came in to get him,

and when he went out the
door, he said, "goodbye."

"Goodbye, ma'am"?

How did you handle that?

I got my p*stol from
my sister-in-law's car,

and when I came back, the
one from Chicago whistled at me.

Oh, uh, while I went after the g*n,

that's when he whistled.

He didn't do anything
further after he saw the p*stol.

Well, thank God for that.

And thank you for coming down.

I know it can be tough,

trying to remember
everything, but don't worry.

In time, you'll fill in the blanks.

We'll see to it.

Oh, one last thing.

Uh, when you told Roy about the in...

I didn't want to tell him.

But you did?

He asked.

And he was mighty upset he had to

hear from someone else first.

Well, was he planning
on confronting the boy?

He didn't say.

Thought he might give him
a whupping or something.

And what do you think
he did with the boy?

He said he let him go.

So, if he were to say
that he brought the boy

to you that same night so
that you could identify him?

I told Roy he wasn't the right one.

And you have no idea
where he could be now?

No idea at all.

♪ If you see me comin',
better step aside ♪

♪ A lotta men didn't, a lotta men d*ed ♪

♪ One fist of iron, the other of steel ♪

♪ If the right one don't getcha ♪

♪ Then the left one will ♪

[HUMMING]

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[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

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I take it you're family?

Yes, sir.

Go on.

All right, let him have a look.

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Go ahead.

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[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Ollie, what's wrong?

What is it?

For God's sakes,
whatever it is, let me have it.

A reporter called.

He didn't want to
be the one to tell you.

They think they found Emmett. His body.

[WOMAN GASPS]

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[ALMA CRYING]

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[PEN CLICKS]

Where did they find him?

The Tallahatchie River.

Do they know what
happened? How did he die?

[OLLIE] Nothing
official's come of it yet.

- Where is he now?
- What?

Where is my son?

I suppose he's with the undertaker.

- Which one?
- I don't know.

Then what good are you?

I need to know exactly where he is,

and if it really is him,
we gotta bring him home.

Cause of death?

Single b*llet to the head.

You need an autopsy to confirm it?

Well, the water damage is substantial.

How long did you say
the boy's been missing?

- Three days.
- [SMITH] Three days.

Well, I-I've never seen such damage

in such a short amount of time.

I honestly don't see
any use for an autopsy.

Well, that's it, then.

We'll be taking it from here.

Now, hold on a second.

The boy was abducted in Leflore
County. That's our jurisdiction.

We ain't talking about a
kidnapping anymore, George.

We found him miles
into Tallahatchie County.

You're on my turf.

I say inquest complete.

Chester...

... you go ahead and
release the body to the family.

Yes, sir.

Suppose I'll set up shipment
to Chicago with Mose Wright?

Chicago?

Ain't no one gonna ship
that body out of Mississippi.

Now, you get it in the
ground immediately,

and you tell Ole Mose
it ain't a suggestion.

You hear me, boy?

Yes, sir.

[MEN GRUNTING]

[AUTOMOBILE APPROACHES]

- [ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
- Papa!

I ain't believe it when I heard.

Now, please tell me I'm seeing things.

Please tell me you ain't burying
Bo without Mamie's blessing!

Now, we got strict orders from
the law to bury him down here.

To hell with the law!

Quiet yourself.

Already got a target on my back.

What if it were me? Huh?

Or me?

Any one of us could've
turned up in that river.

I don't know how you do it down here.

How you live.

My whole life is here.

That's how.

Not anymore.

Grandma Lizzie's
heading up north with me.

Hm.

Don't you think Miss Mamie would
want Bobo on the train with us?

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[SIGHS]

[WILKINS] It would
appear from this lynching

that the state of
Mississippi has decided

to maintain white supremacy
by murdering children.

The K*llers of the boy
felt free to lynch him

because there is, in the entire state,

no restraining influence of decency.

- That's his chair.
- [GENE] What?

We have protested to Governor White,

seeking his help via telegram,

but judging by past actions
of the State Chief Executive...

Uh, I didn't even think...

... little action can be expected.

It's new.

He barely used it.

[MAN] Wherever there is any kind of...

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[GENE] You can cry.

You know that, right?

There's no prize for holding it in.

There'll be plenty of time
for me to cry when he's home.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Hello?

Uncle Crosby.

Thank god.

How's Uncle Mose holding up?

What now?

No.

No, no.

D-Don't you tell me that.

Don't you dare tell me that!

[RECEIVER SLAMS]

They're trying to cover it up.

[RAYNER] The whole city is
praying for you and your boy.

Meanwhile, in Mississippi,
they're trying to shove him

in the ground like he never existed.

I want him to rest where he was loved,

where he had the right to
look a person in the eye.

[RAYNER] I have contacts in Mississippi.

The gentleman I'm
thinking of is a white man.

Chick Nelson.

I'll reach out and see if he
can help us get your son home.

Thank you, Mr. Rayner.

I make no guarantees.

If your Uncle Mose isn't willing
to defy the Sheriff's orders,

he likely has good reason.

All this attention won't
make it any easier

for your family down there.

We just appreciate you trying.

And there is a matter of cost.

I don't care how much it costs.

You bring my boy home.
You will get your money.

[MAN] Well, you know,
they say this boy was ,

but then when they showed the body,

he had a dong on him like a horse.

[WOMAN] I feel for her,
but blaming the whole state

isn't gonna help her case.

Hoodlum trash making us all
look like a bunch of savages.

I hope they fry.

[SIGHS]

Uh, coffee, please.
H-Heavy on the cream.

[MID-TEMPO ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

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Down here on assignment?

That obvious?

Chet Packton. I'm in from Jackson.
I'm covering for the Daily News.

Ah. Dan Wakefield. The Nation.

When I stepped off
the bus from New York,

I thought I'd get right to
it, so I went door to door

to see if I could get a statement.

[CHUCKLES]

Let me just say, a few
people were kind enough

to say, "no comment."

Give yourself a few days.

You'll figure out how things
work down here real quick.

I take it they don't warm to outsiders.

Why do you think you're still thirsty?

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

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They're gonna have a tough time
finding an impartial jury down here.

Jury?

You're getting way ahead of yourself.

There's a body. And a confession.

You don't think they'll indict?

Like I said, give yourself a few days.

Can you bring us over another
cup when you can, Dottie?

My friend here needs to wake up.

My God. [SIGHS]

The condition.

[SIGHS]

And if I'd have known, I...
I'd have saved you the time

of loading him up, driving
all the way out here.

Sir, this child's mother
had to make a helluva

lot of promises for this to happen.

Don't tell us you've changed your mind.

I hate to, but I gotta.

I'm sorry.

Can't you keep the
body at century burial

till you find someone else
willing to prep and ship it?

Absolutely not.

The law's gonna be watching
us, making sure we follow orders.

Mr. Nelson, as far as
the law is concerned,

that body is in the ground.

You help us now, and the story's over.

This mother just wants
to see her boy again.

If I prep this body for
shipment to Chicago,

I need your word you won't let her.

Won't let her what?

See the body.

You've seen it.

She shouldn't have to.

That's my condition.

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[JOHN] Was the wheelchair necessary?

[GENE] We don't know
what's going to happen today.

If he's not on that train,
god knows how she'll react.

And if he is...

[FLASHBULB CLICKS]

... well, we don't
know what then, either.

[BELL DINGING, BRAKES SQUEALING]

My God, Mamie, look at all of 'em.

[FLASHBULBS CLICKING]

They showed up for him.

What if something goes wrong, Daddy?

What if he doesn't make it?

They're here for you, too, honey.

[FLASHBULB CLICKS]

Curtis. Curtis!

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, Curtis!

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

Are you okay?

[GENE] Just breathe.

[DOOR CLANKING]

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♪♪

[FLASHBULBS CLICKING]

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- [CRYING] Emmett.
- [GENE] Mamie.

You didn't... You didn't...

[GENE] Baby, baby, baby, baby.

No! No! Emmett!

We got you. We got you,
we got you, we got you.

[SOBBING]

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♪♪

You didn't die for nothing.

No! My son!

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♪♪

No!

[SOBBING CONTINUES]

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[BRAKES SQUEAK]

[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]

Thank you for coming, Mr. Jackson.

You're asking me to
spend the rest of my life

wondering if my child is in that box?

When Mr. Nelson agreed
to prepare Emmett's body,

he did so with the understanding

that the casket would never be opened.

He did this under whose authority?

His own.

Mr. Nelson put himself and
everyone down there at risk

when he defied Sheriff's orders.

Because of him, as far
as they're concerned,

Emmett's buried in
your uncle's churchyard.

Until now. You saw those cameras.

I won't let them cover this up.

I won't do it.

He sealed that casket to
protect everyone involved.

Including you.

I just don't think this is something

a mother could handle.

I didn't think I could handle
a lot of things in my life,

Mr. Rayner, but I handled
them, and I will handle this.

I am not leaving until I see my boy.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[SIGHS]

We're ready.

I need to stand alone with him.

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- [MAMIE] Shh.
- [EMMETT] [COOS]

[MAMIE] You just got here, and
they're telling me I gotta give you up.

Uh-oh. I know. It's cold.

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♪♪

♪♪

- How you doing?
- [EMMETT] [COOS]

[MAMIE] [CHUCKLES]

Yes.

It's good to see you.

♪♪

♪♪

I want him to be free.

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[MAMIE] [BREATHING SHAKILY]

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No one will believe it.

What they did.

People need to know.

And you will tell them.

- Of course.
- And you will show them.

Take his picture. As he is.

Yes, ma'am.

What are y'all waiting for?

♪♪

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

♪♪

♪♪

I want a public wake.

Tonight.

Open casket.

And I don't want you
doing a thing to him.

With all due respect,

photos in a magazine are one thing,

but people are gonna see him.

Up close.

Let me fix him up s-so he's presentable.

I am not asking.

♪ There's a battle raging somewhere ♪

Let the people see
what they did to my boy.

♪ And its thunder shakes the ground ♪

♪ A terrible silence ♪

♪ When it's over ♪

♪ Only death makes such a sound ♪

♪ And I see, yes, I see ♪