screenwriter: [US] Chris Jerome
Translation: He Zheng
Translator's words: In 1989, the more authoritative "National Film Critics Association" in the United States awarded the film "Mississippi Burning" as the "most "Best Film Award", "Best Director Award" and "Best Photography Award" are rare for American films. The film was nominated for seven American "Oscars" in 1989, but in the end it was lost to "Rain Man", so some people believe that the "National Association of Film Critics Association" praise made up for its failure to win the "Oscar". "Sorry for the award. Based on the racist violence of the Ku Klux Klan in the early 1960s, this film aroused the inner resonance of Americans with a high degree of artistic appeal. At present, in some areas of the United States, racism and racial discrimination have not completely disappeared, but they have not appeared in the arrogant form of the KKK. From this, it is of certain practical significance to see this film. As director Alan Parker said: "I try to let the generation who know nothing about history understand the true face of history, so as to resonate in their hearts, because racial discrimination is still happening around them." The original intention of the director to make this film. It is worth noting that when the film authors deal with the above-mentioned severe themes, they basically follow the needs of American film companies, that is, give the film content the form and style of "detective films". At the same time, the author also uses film narration to show two detectives with different personalities: one is Anderson with a southern background, and the other is Huade who advocates conducting detective activities in a traditional way. The conflicts between the two in the detection steps, the way of handling the case, and the relationship with the local residents also constitute the fascinating plot of the film, and Anderson's detection method finally achieved results, in fact, it also expressed the author's basic point of view to a certain extent. , That is, under certain conditions, it may be advisable to take the approach of "fighting poison with poison".
Country roads. At night, the
headlights of a Ford station wagon crossed the dense woods in the countryside.
After the Ford sprinted to the turn, it turned sharply into a country road, but suddenly slowed down, which is surprising.
Driving the car was a 20-year-old white youth Sweener; he stared in horror into the mirror in the driver's seat.
He found a car following his car.
Sweener slowed down again, then lowered the car window and stretched out his arm. Waved to the car behind, motioned to ask them to pass him and drive forward.
However, the car behind still followed Sweener's car.
Another white youth Goldman beside Sweener asked calmly: "What shall we do?"
Sweener shrugged and refused to answer.
Then, he suddenly increased the throttle. The station wagon drove away. The car behind also picked up speed.
One after another, two cars were chasing. The strange two cars have no lights on, and people can vaguely see that in addition to these two cars, there are two cars behind.
Sweener concentrated his attention and squeezed the steering wheel; he turned sharply again, causing a cloud of dust from the car, and finally got rid of the cars behind.
At this moment, the cars behind turned on all the lights, and one of them turned on the red warning light on the roof.
Country Road·Night
Sweener slowed down again, beginning to feel puzzled, and then a little relaxed.
Sweener: "God, I think this is another policeman, thank goodness!"
Goldman beside Sweener also breathed a sigh of relief, and he turned and looked back.
Sitting in the back seat of the car was a young black man, James Chanet, who was also about 20 years old. He was not like two white youths. He did not look at the scene behind the car. On the contrary, he bit his lip and said uneasyly: "Mr. Sweener, I won't say this to God, even God is afraid of the police in this area."
Sweener turned and smiled at him.
Chane was looking straight ahead with no expression on his face.
Suddenly, a few bright lights shot directly at the two white youths in the driver's seat from the window, and then turned to the face of the black Zhannei.
A man with a strong southern accent said: "You guys are driving fast!"
Sweener looked out the window, trying to understand the situation outside the car, but under the direct sunlight, he couldn't see anything.
Sweener: "Man, let me catch my breath, you scared us!"
The man's voice: "Don't call
me'buddy ', Jewish boy!" Sweener was confused: "Okay, but what do you want me to call you?"
No one answered outside the car.
Inside the car, the black Zhannei still looked straight ahead and said nothing.
Someone outside the car said, "Just don't call him the sheriff!" Someone outside the
car was laughing.
Through the strong light, Goldman finally found a white face appeared in front of the car window, and there were six people behind him.
The white-faced man yelled: "Don't laugh!"
Sweener comforted Goldman and said, "Don't be afraid! We're all right!"
Suddenly, a hand appeared behind Sweener's head, holding a pistol in his hand; Pulling the trigger with his finger, Sweener's head suddenly cracked with a "bang".
This is June 21, 1964.
An office building in Washington. In the morning
, Anderson, a man in his 50s, hurried across the lobby and walked towards the elevator.
He came to an elevator. There were already more than 10 people in the elevator, but he still squeezed in and nodded to the people in the elevator from time to time: "Hi. Freddy and Tom, how are you?"
He said as he tucked the edge of his shirt into his waistband , However, he still looked rough.
Passenger A: "How about Robbie?"
Anderson: "Yes, this morning, upstairs, there is an important date with the boss! The boss has an individual interview!"
Everyone nodded.
Anderson talked to the people with ease, his southern accent was very obvious, just like the others in the elevator.
There was a middle-aged man in the elevator. He appeared thin and didn't say a word, standing on the edge of the elevator. His leather shoes are shiny. The clothes fit, carrying the briefcase, and silently glanced at the crowd.
Anderson seemed to feel the Ward he knew standing behind him, so he put his smile away and greeted him: "Morning, Mr. Ward!"
Ward politely: "Morning, Mr. Anderson !"
The elevator stops from time to time, then closes the door, and rises.
When the passengers walking out, Anderson always said to them in an easygoing manner: "Gentlemen, everything is going well!" In the
elevator, in the morning
, only two people, Anderson and Ward, were left in the elevator. Ward looked at Anderson. Anderson gasped. Finding that Huade was dressed neatly, generously and freely, he wiped his leather shoes on his trousers.
When the elevator stops, the elevator doors open automatically. Anderson politely stepped aside, let him go out first, and then followed Ward to an oak door deep in the floor. Anderson was surprised to find that Ward also went to see the leader.
Philadelphia’s main street · In the afternoon,
a black government public vehicle drove swiftly on a dusty street in Philadelphia, Mississippi, and then stopped by the center of the street.
Ward sat in the car. He rolled down the window and asked an old man in a suit.
Huade: "Excuse me, sir, can you tell me where the sheriff's office is?" The
old man was a little surprised at Huade's dress, car and local accent. After a little hesitation, he pointed the direction to Huade, and finally made another strange surprise. Xiang, spit on the ground.
Sheriff's Office·In the afternoon,
when Ward and Anderson entered the office through the glass door, the three assistants of the sheriff stopped laughing.
Cecil Price, the sheriff's assistant, looked at the two visitors in black suits, as if they were aliens from the planet.
Anderson smiling, leaned over and whispered to Price said: "Young man, please inform the Sheriff Mr. Ward wanted to see him!"
Price made with a ghost, got up and walked towards the side of the Anderson was cold on the side.
Anderson was stunned, watching Price with cold eyes.
Price arrogantly: "If you two are reporters, you better leave here."
Anderson shook his head, still staring at Price.
Price: "Then what do you do?"
Anderson: "Just tell him, Mr. Ward wants to talk to him, okay?"
Price turned around, glanced at Ward, and walked to a door by the table.
Ward looked around, then walked to a bench by the wall and sat down.
After a while, Anderson also sat beside him.
Price came out of that door and closed it easily.
Price: "The sheriff will come out whenever he has time."
Ward: "Thank you!"
Anderson stared at Price displeased.
After a while.
Ward and Anderson are still sitting where they are, but sweat has been shown on the elbows of their arms, indicating that they have been sitting for a long time, but the door to the table is always closed.
At this time, several local residents appeared by the door, they did not say a word, watching the two strangers.
Anderson took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat. Ward didn't smile.
Later, some local residents came to the office, and two of them stood by the door, as if guarding it.
The door opened and a photographer appeared. He was wearing a shirt with his sleeves rolled up, and he looked cheerful, like a young man.
Seeing him coming in, Price said displeased: "What are you here to join in?" The
photographer shrugged, "I don't know! It's okay!" After all
, he stood by the wall, seemingly reluctant to leave.
Anderson turned to Ward and calmly said, "Mr. Ward, we have been waiting for an hour and a half. Do you want to go in and talk to that person, or sit here silly and wait!"
Ward touched his chin and looked around. , Said: "Well, you have worked in this area in the past. What do you think? Did we break in?"
Anderson glanced at him, then said, "Let me arrange this meeting, okay? ? "
Howard:" OK, ah! "
Anderson got up, straightened his clothes, looked at the coat film camera is the photographer, he points toward a wide nodded, then turned and walked toward the sheriff's door, violently Knocked the door, broke into the room with a "bang", and then shouted: "Fuck me out!"
Upon seeing this, the three assistants squatted down at the table and took out their pistols. The local residents outside the glass door also took out pistols or picked up long grabs.
Sheriff's Office In the evening,
Anderson squinted at the guns and weapons in the hands of these characters, and went straight into the sheriff's room without moving.
The photographer first watched this scene nervously, and then laughed.
Huad still sat motionless, but reached into his jacket with one hand, ready to take out the pistol at any time.
At this moment, Sergeant Lawrence Rene blushed and came out of the room.
Rene: "Who are you?"
Anderson also reached into his jacket. Everyone in the room pointed their guns at him.
Anderson took out a leather case, which turned out to be a work permit from the FBI.
Anderson: "The FBI."
Everyone at the scene returned their weapons, and some quietly lowered their weapons.
Rene: "
Okay !" Anderson pointed to Ward who was still sitting firmly on the bench, and said to Rene, "This is Mr. Alan Ward, the agent!" Then he introduced the sheriff to Ward: "This is Sheriff Lawrence Rene."
Ward sat and said to Rene: "Hello, Sheriff. I want you to know, I appreciate your cooperation. Thank you!"
Rene: "What?"
Ward turned to Anderson calmly: "Mr. Anderson, the first thing you have to do is to find someone who can repair this door, and find someone right away."
Anderson looked at Hua calmly. De gave a glance, then nodded in agreement. At this time, Ward got up.
Ward said to the sheriff: "Sheriff, please free up two tables for today. Tomorrow. We have to find a better place in the city." The
sheriff blushed, and he turned to his assistant Price. .
Rene said to Price, "Just do it." The
local residents opened their eyes and watched the scene from the door.
The photographer looked at Anderson first, and then at Ward. He couldn't decide which person's look was more attractive. finally. He took a black and white panorama.
First, a photo, followed by a series of black and white news photos cut from newspapers and periodicals, to form a set of photo exhibitions.
In the photo, Sergeant René and his assistant Price first appeared, both wearing the same wide-brimmed hat and wearing brightly polished revolvers.
Then, there are photos showing the scene of Naxiaobai Township in Mississippi in 1964. Among them are:
…White people are standing next to their truck with the flag of the Southern "Union of States" on the rear window of the car during the Civil War. .
...A disheveled farmer and his son are standing by the roadside, beside an obscure poster with the words "Summer Freedom"-this is a black voting registration station.
...The black peasants worked in the fields with simple farming tools.
...A black woman was wiping her tears. She was bidding farewell to her son in a Marine Corps uniform to send him to the battlefield.
...A group of smiling white people walked out of the church.
...More than a dozen KKK migrants held wine bottles and walked past a bonfire. The flames illuminated the surroundings in the middle of the night.
...A few people sat in the bar in silence, watching the popular singer Xiaobi Jack's program on the TV.
At the top of this set of photos, a general headline appeared:
Mississippi in the burning
room of a motel. Dawn
Anderson and Ward and the four newcomers stood in the motel parking lot.
Ward pointed to the package of files he put on the roof of the car and said: "They caught the three young people for speeding late at night, and released them again after midnight. This is what someone in the sheriff's office said. These three people were driving west..."
Anderson coughed a few times, and Ward looked at him, and then continued: "There is only one road, and then it is divided into two. Therefore, we should be divided into two groups, each Group two people and visit every house. I want everyone in this area to say, understand?" The
four new agents nodded.
Ward turned to Anderson again: "Mr. Anderson, do you have any reason to doubt the materials provided by the sheriff's office?"
Anderson smiled without saying a word.
Ward turned to the four new members: "My assistant worked as a sheriff in a place in Mississippi before joining the FBI. This experience may have made him doubt the strengthening of public security in the South in general. Fa. Is that true? Mr. Anderson?"
Anderson put away his smile and shook his head: "No, sir."
Ward nodded and said, "Then let's start from the beginning!"
Country Road · Morning
End Xun smiled and sat in the back seat of another black government public vehicle.
His driver is a police officer Boer who looks like Ward's handsome face. He wears a black suit, a pin on his diagonal tie, and a small notebook next to him.
Anderson asked Bull, "Where did you learn this dress?"
Bull glanced at him, then smiled and said, "Sir, it's at the police station, how about you?"
Anderson giggled. Up. He then looked out the window of the car, and suddenly he smiled, "Go over there!"
There was a tractor in front of him, and a farmer was operating it.
Anderson: "This guy may have come out of prison."
Bull: "It's time to find someone to talk to." The
two stepped out of the black car. When the tractor driver spotted the two men, he stopped at a distance of 200 meters; he immediately got off the tractor and walked towards the dense forest in the distance.
Anderson and Bull stopped after seeing him disappear into the distance.
Bull: "What does this mean?"
Anderson: "Shall we go somewhere else?" After
that, he returned to the car.
Bull hesitated, then followed Anderson towards the car.
In front of the farmhouse. In the morning, the
black government public car parked in front of the courtyard wall outside another farmhouse, and the two got off.
Burr asked at the farmhouse: "Hi, is there anyone?"
No one answered.
The two walked up the corridor and pushed open the glass door.
Bull: "Good morning, is there anyone in the house?"
Through the glass door, they could see signs of someone leaving the kitchen in a hurry: the table was full of food preparing meals, the bowl had raw eggs, and a freshly peeled onion.
Anderson: "Damn it!" After all
, he went straight into the room, causing the glass door to "bang". The sound prompted Bull to say, "Hey, you can't do this. What do you want to do?"
Anderson walked to the stove, turned off the gas, and the frying pan on the gas stove was smoking. Then, he glanced at his young partner and left the kitchen without answering him.
Country road ·
Anderson was driving this morning , and the car was fast.
Boolean held the notebook with one hand and tried to write something with the other.
When the black car drove past a farmhouse, he looked out the window.
Bull: "Sir, what shall we do?"
Anderson: "Go and see some of my friends. It's better than being unpopular and wasting time. Are you right?"
Bull: "Okay, I don't know what to visit What kind of person is it?"
Anderson turned around and said to him, "Just write down where we left, okay?" In the
motel room,
six agents were sitting in Ward's room at night .
Ward looked very angry, he looked at Bull; Bull also looked at Ward, his eyes showed the look of drinking.
Ward: "Can you tell me, what kind of devil made you so fascinated that you didn't perform the task in the morning?"
Bull glanced at Anderson.
Ward said to Bull, "He can't help you."
Bull turned his attention away.
Bull: "We didn't have a clear plan."
Ward: "There is no clear plan? Two hours later, you actually said that there is no clear plan!"
Bull was silent.
An agent Karl Risler suddenly got up, looked out the window, and then said, "Look, what's that?" All
the agents present quickly took out their pistols and walked towards the door.
At this time, the phone rang.
Only Anderson walked towards the phone, as if he had been waiting for the call. However, he held down Burr, who was about to go out, and told him not to go out first.
Anderson said to Bull: "You answered very well just now."
Bull: "Thank you sir." Leave it. He followed the others to seize the door.
Anderson answered the phone: "Hey! It's me! What's the matter with you?" he said, looking out the window.
Outside the window, a large cross was burning in the open space of the motel, and the fire was raging.
The fire illuminates several agents who are running towards the cross.
Anderson sighed and shook his head slightly.
Motel Clearance·Night
Anderson wandered in the dark clearing, squinting at the flaming cross. When he saw Ward, he stepped forward quickly and grabbed his arm.
Anderson said to Ward: "Hey, boss, come here for a while!"
Ward: "Don't grab my arm! Mr. Anderson!"
Anderson chuckled, letting Ward face the front of the cross. When he walked, he stopped and turned his back to the big cross, causing his huge figure to appear on the house facing the street.
Wald found that Anderson was very proud of his approach, and said to him, "What are you doing now?"
Anderson did not go to see Wald at all. He just calmly said: "I just received a call from a friend who was drinking with me today. He is the commander of the nearby Xiaokduo reserve. He sympathizes with our problem."
Huade: "what?"
Anderson: "Therefore, he wants his people to take care of him. A janitor said just now that he found a burnt-out Ford station wagon and found it in the swamp of Pog Shito."
Ward stared at Anderson, then said: "Then let's go quickly."
Anderson grabbed his arm again, from a distance, he was a friendly gesture.
Anderson: "No. Right now, people are looking at us. They are watching whether we appreciate their performances. In about an hour, we can go from behind and do it quietly. Do you agree?"
Ward took a deep breath. Sighed. He felt embarrassed, but finally agreed. He took out his pistol and waved to his people to come back.
Ward to all the agents: "Gentlemen, come back, it's not worth looking for, go search."
Marshland·Night,
an elderly Indian was walking in the dark swamp, he held the trunk of the tree, step by step go ahead.
Behind him were six FBI agents, they were in a single line, following him closely; due to the difficulty of walking in the swamp, the flashlight beams in their hands swayed in the dark from time to time.
Anderson turned to look back at Ward and Bull behind him. Both their beautiful suits were stained with mud, and their pants were all sunk into the mud of the swamp. Anderson couldn't help but laugh.
Old Indian: "Did you see it? I told him."
Listening to the Indians, Anderson stepped forward quickly. He illuminates the front with a flashlight, and sure enough, he finds the burned station wagon sunken in the deep water of the swamp.
The roof of the Ford wagon is white, which means it was destroyed by fire and the metal has been deformed.
The old Indian stood in the swamp and shook his head slightly.
Ward stepped into the deep water, ignoring the muddy chest, illuminating the car with a flashlight, and cursing: "These bastards!"
Ward: "Yes."
Agent Karl Risler took out the wagon license plate from the water: MISS (Mississippi) H25503.
Karl Risler: "It's this car."
Ward arranged to the agents behind him: "The three of you go over there, walk along the outer ring of the car, shoulder to shoulder. I will look for the victim's body to see if they will kill me. Bull!"
Bull: " Yes, sir!"
Ward: "You drive back half a mile behind the farmhouse, and borrow a call. I want 50 people to support you before dawn. Do you understand?"
Bull: "Understood, sir!"
Bull To leave, Anderson whispered to him behind him: "Be polite, and then take the gun."
Bull smiled. Suddenly, there was the sound of someone falling into the water beside Ward.
It turned out that the old Indian fell into the water and flooded the flashlight.
After a while, he stood up from the water, holding the tail of a fish-eating snake in his hand, the snake's head was gone.
Huade turned to stare at him and nodded to him: "Thank you!"
Marshland. In the morning
50 support staff dressed as sailors marched side by side in the swamp, searching every foot of land.
The entire area has been searched; everyone is walking towards the dusty road.
Anderson was covered in mud, and he walked towards the road.
At this time, Karl Risler stopped him: "Sir? Mr. Anderson?"
Anderson: "It's me. What's the matter?"
He said hurriedly toward a rope; he saw the problem.
It turned out that Sheriff Rene and his assistant Price were standing among a group of news reporters watching the show, and the two of them looked angry.
Anderson: "Gentlemen, can I help you?"
Rene said angrily: "What are you doing here? Hell! I heard from my brother-in-law, and he lives nearby."
Anderson revealed. With a weary smile, he pulled up the rope briskly and said to Rene: "If you know what happened here, the first thing you need to do is to call my hotel."
Rene stared at Anderson. , Price talked to the side.
Price: "What do you mean?"
Ward was walking behind them, and he also looked very tired.
Ward asked Rene and Price: "Sir, you are here. We are very happy. Let me show you what we found!"
Sheriff Rene had to turn around and nod to Ward.
Rene: "That's fine. And the mayor wants me to inform you that Elder Ramsay will invite you and your men to dinner tonight!"
Anderson chuckled.
Huade motioned to him, telling him not to laugh.
Ward said to Rene, "That's great. Let's get things first!"
Anderson raised his hand and said to Ward, "Mr. Ward, would you like a photographer to go there with you? Okay.
Take a picture of your group of people with the car you found!" Ward glanced at Inspector Rene, then nodded at Anderson, and said, "It's okay. Let's take someone there!"
Anderson Nodded, then waved to the photographer, motioned to him to come over.
The photographer crossed the rope, winked at Anderson, and then followed the agents into the swamp.
With a smile on his face, Anderson watched them leave, then turned to Karl Risler and said to him: "Do you know how to deal with those people sometimes?"
Karl Risler smiled and said, "I know, sir!"
The
atmosphere at the dinner party for twelve guests in the restaurant and night is already very tense.
A wrinkled old man sits at the chief of the dining table. On his left is the mayor, and on his right is Alan Ward.
At the end of the table was Sam Bowan, a tall, thin man with flexible eyes. He was speaking in the tone of a Baptist preacher.
Baoan: "I believe that the events that took place in Mississippi this summer may determine the fate of Christian civilization in a few centuries." He
said. He glanced at two FBI officers.
Ward looked aimlessly into the distance.
Anderson was looking at a beautiful black-haired woman across from him.
At this time, the woman waved to a black maid, and then whispered a few words to the maid.
Baoan continued: "Gentlemen. The problem is the enemy of Jesus Christ..."
He had to stop. The black maid had come to him and poured coffee for him. He nodded and expressed his gratitude to her, and the receiver continued to speak: "The enemy of Jesus Christ..." The
black maid asked Bao An, "Do you want sugar, Mr. Bao An?"
Bao An tolerated her appearance and asked questions, and nodded. .
The black maid put the sugar bowl next to his coffee cup and left.
Bao An continued: "The enemies of Christ forced the Christian security officials to use weapons to defend themselves. Isn't that the case?" He said. Bao An leaned back in his chair triumphantly.
Anderson noticed the beautiful girl staring at the black maid with a smile to show his appreciation for her cooperation.
The black maid was expressionless, but her eyes were gleaming.
The charming woman immediately stared at Anderson, knowing that he had seen her tricks.
Only Bao An didn't notice anything, and even asked Huade questions.
Bao An asked Ward: "Mr. Ward, what religion do you take?"
Ward shook his head slightly: "I believe that joy is the most sure sign that God appears between you and me. Similarly, hatred is the appearance of the devil between you and me. The most affirmative sign in the middle.” After that, I looked at Bao An for the first time, and then said: “Mr. Bao An, the kind of hatred you have so sincerely established all night can’t help but remind me of any real migration.
Everyone will feel ashamed." Bao An's triumphant expression disappeared on his face, turning to blush.
There was a long silence at the dinner party, and most of the female guests looked down at their hands. Obviously, they all felt embarrassed.
The beautiful girl also looked at her hands, but she did this just to hide her smile.
Huade: "Because I belong to the Anglican Church, it is necessary to say so." After all
, he folds his napkin and put it on a plate with good education.
Bao An shook his body and sitting posture as if he was about to get up.
The old man sitting at the table chief nodded to the mayor.
The mayor immediately got up and said: "Maybe we should go to the study and taste Mr. Ramsey's fine cigar and delicious wine?" The
female guest immediately got up and left the table .
But Huade was still sitting, looking at Baoan.
Anderson stared at the scene coldly and said, "Okay,'This is the first round!" After that, he stood up.
Study · Night
Ward stood alone in a corner of the study.
Bao An stood at the other end, with five or six guests around.
Anderson sucked Xueru and said, "Mr. Mayor, gentlemen!" The
mayor walked to him, and Sheriff Rene and Price followed him and stood behind him.
The mayor said to Anderson: "Mr. Anderson, I can say that I have reason to expect that you, as a southerner, will make our residents here show more friendship with you than with your superiors."
Anderson shrugged. Shinging said: "I think if things are as you say, then he will go crazy." The
mayor smiled, and then said to him: "You may be able to help him understand that our residents will not be greedy with foreign intervention. Yes. The residents here think that those college students who came here this summer to encourage black people to register as voters have a fundamental impact on their lifestyle."
Anderson replied in response to this sentence: "Mr. Mayor, don’t worry. , I'm not here to change the world." The
mayor: "That's good."
Rene: "Good, good."
Price was also beaming from the side.
Anderson added: "I'm just here to catch a few murderers."
He took a sip of brandy and continued with a smile: "Anyway, I think some of you must understand the three K in this area. What about the party activities!"
Anderson said this without a smile on his face.
Mayor: "How do you ask such a question?"
Anderson: "The night before. There was a small performance in front of our hotel. Even if there is no such performance, it is enough." The
mayor looked at Anderson coldly and said, "Mr. Anderson, this kind of thing It’s not just casual talk. The kind of performance you are talking about is shown as a kind of strength and a sign of emotion. This is exactly what we just talked about."
Price nodded in agreement, and then said: "You Perhaps it can also be seen as a warning."
Anderson said without a smile, calmly said: "How should I look at that kind of small gathering?"
Price: "You can look at it anyway ." The
mayor looked at first . Anderson, then turned to Price.
Mayor: "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson. But it's time for us to greet our master." After that, he bowed slightly, and then walked towards the old man Ramsey. Sheriff Rene and Price followed closely.
Anderson watched the three people leave, then drank the remaining brandy.
When he put down the wine glass, his gaze met that of the beautiful girl.
The woman calmly said to Anderson: "Mr. Anderson, you asked about the Ku Klux Klan. Didn't you say that, among the guests here, Mr. Bao An is the host of the National KKK? "
Anderson's surprised expression made the pretty girl very proud.
Women: "It seems that the FBI is not the kind of high-efficiency agency that others call it."
Anderson felt a slight fever on his face.
Anderson: "I know he is. I am surprised that at such a banquet, someone dared to say these things loudly... remind me later, don't be surprised by your words and deeds."
This is the pretty woman who feels her face. I have a fever.
However, the two did not talk for a while. In the end, Anderson first broke the cold.
Anderson: "Excuse me, why did you attend this banquet tonight?" The
woman smiled and asked, "You mean, which paramilitary organization I belong to?"
Anderson also smiled.
Woman: "I'm here with Price."
Anderson solemnly; "Is he your friend?"
Woman: "No, it's your husband." She looked at Anderson face-to-face, trying to understand his reaction .
Anderson suddenly felt puzzled, and he looked up at the ceiling.
Mrs. Price: "Mr. Anderson, do you like to joke like a British person?" After that, he turned and walked towards the dessert table at the end of the room, and Anderson watched her leave.
Marshland · A
group of people wear rubber boots at night . Holding a flashlight, searching the pond.
The young photographer walked with these people in the muddy pond, occasionally illuminating the dense reeds and weeds with a flashlight.
Anderson found a tree and rested on the trunk for a while, still wearing the tie he used for the dinner.
Ward came to him, looking equally tired and exhausted.
Anderson: "Boss, you may need to lie down for a while. This is a battle, do you know?"
Ward shook his head and said, "They must meet us at some point in the twentieth century. I'm sure they are all Understand."
Anderson smiled and shook his head: "Okay... I said, this is a battle."
Church·Night
in the dark night sky, the white outline of the wooden church is particularly sharp.
This is the Black United Church in Philadelphia, Mississippi.
Suddenly there was a sound of running footsteps around the silence.
There was an explosion in the ground, which blew up the church.
Another church,
the Meridian Church of the Night Baptist Church, was also bombed.
After the explosion, the sound of several cars rushing away cut through the silent night.
Another church.
A car stopped in front of a low church at night .
A man put down the car window and threw a petrol flask, which ignited the walls of the church, and there was a raging fire, and the flames reflected the night sky.
It's another church. At night,
three cars converge in front of another church.
The car lights illuminate a black watchman, who trembles all over, watching the people coming.
These men dragged him into the darkness and beat him.
One person poured gasoline in the nave of the church, and then threw a lighted match.
Another church.
A car drove away from the church at night and went away.
In the silence, the car drove back where it was, and the laughter of alcoholics came from the car.
A person got out of the car, lit a match, ran towards the corner, and then ran back to the car quickly.
The wheels turned; the car drove away.
Then the church exploded.
Motel ·
A government public car parked in front of a motel in Philadelphia, Mississippi at night . Ward and Anderson got out of the car.
Bull walked out the door to greet the two.
Bull: "Gentlemen, welcome back. How about Washington?"
Ward: "Everyone is waiting for us?"
Bull put a smile down and said, "Yes, sir, there is a problem."
Someone appeared behind Bull . The movement caught Ward's attention.
An old man in his nightgown walked into the motel's door. His wife stood restlessly behind him.
Ward: "Who is he?"
Bull: "He is the owner of the motel. He said we must leave the hotel tomorrow morning."
Bull said, turning to look at the owner and his wife who came in.
Bull said to Ward: "Obviously, things are not going well for us."
Anderson smiled, as if feeling that this was not out of his expectation.
Ward shook his head and said to Bull, "Buy the motel."
Bull: "What?"
Ward: "Buy the hotel, Mr. Bull!"
Bull nodded and turned around, but turned to Ward again: "Yes, sir, but how much will you pay?"
Ward shrugged, "I want any money."
Bull nodded.
Ward: "But talk elsewhere. I don't want to talk to him." Bull walked in the direction of the boss and his wife.
Ward and Anderson waited for a while, then walked towards the empty hotel door.
In the motel restaurant and night
motel’s external restaurant, more than one hundred operatives were sitting in the restaurant with notebooks.
Ward stood by a blackboard on which it was written: Mississippi is burning.
Ward: "Gentlemen, maybe you have heard that I ask you to write a report in duplicate, and write down every visit and investigation. It will be handed over to the secret agent plenary meeting every night."
There was an unwillingness in the restaurant. Whispered.
Ward paused for a while, then pointed to the blackboard and said, “Here is the name of the church’s file that was burned for the first time. Attention."
Huade paused again, and his subordinates were taking notes.
Ward continued: "You all heard his radio speech this afternoon. This reminds you that our presence in this area has attracted the attention of the media... Therefore, I finally ask all of you here to perform the mission. Be able to abide by the professional standards and maintain the overall concept that our director is proud of... well, start acting now."
Everyone got up.
Anderson stood by the door and said to those who passed by him: "Remember now, don't smoke in the bed."
The agents couldn't help laughing.
Anderson greeted everyone and wished them good night! A team of cars from
Motel Dawn
drove towards the countryside in file. An agent is directing traffic.
The young photographer climbed the tree to take a shot of the convoy leaving the motel. Then went down the tree and got into Anderson and Bull's cars.
Farmhouse·Daytime
Bull tried to enter the front door of a farmhouse. A woman appeared from the other side, and she quickly closed the door, shutting Burr outside.
Bull turned around and shook his head.
Anderson and the photographer leaned on the car parked outside and smiled at him.
Bull nodded: "Okay, I admit it. I'm as bad as you guys." By the
side of the road. At noon, the
black government bus stopped by the dusty road.
Anderson got out of the car. He walked towards the wooden fence of a farmhouse and admired the wild flowers blooming in a corner of the farmland.
Bull and the photographer were puzzled by his hand.
Bull asked: "What's the matter?"
Anderson: "Nothing!"
At this moment, Bull found a black farmer with big breasts and his fourteen-year-old son walking towards them from the field.
Bull couldn't help shouting "Oh!", and then followed Anderson's appreciation of the wildflowers.
The young photographer suddenly felt uncomfortable, and he began to take pictures of the two.
The black man and his son came to them, smiling.
Negro: "You all come to admire the wildflowers. Mark and I didn't see you coming."
Bull squinted at him. It turned out that he didn't understand the strong southern accent of blacks.
Anderson shrugged and said, "Hey, no one wants to talk to us, we can only go shopping casually." The
black man smiled heartily.
Negro: "My name is Terry Willem. This is my son Mark."
Anderson nodded and introduced: "This is Burt Timi Atkins. My name is Anderson." The
Negro's son, Mark. Stare at the photographer's camera.
Mark asked the photographer: "Do you want to take a photo for me?" The
photographer smiled, nodded, and agreed. Then he turned around, trying to get the black mark, wildflowers and sunlight all under. Finally, I took a picture and everyone smiled with satisfaction.
There was the sound of a car approaching, and they all turned to watch.
It was a rushing Ford car that appeared half a mile; the car first slowed down, then stopped, then turned around and drove away.
Anderson turned to pay attention to the black man's reaction.
The black Willem bit his lip and sipped to the ground fiercely. Then, he looked into Anderson's eyes and said with emotion, "The reason why no one wants to talk to you is that they are afraid that it is illegal to do that. "
Buhl squinted at him again, puzzled.
Bull: "What does this mean? We represent the law."
Willem: "You can't do this here!"
Anderson nodded, at this moment , his expression was stern. He continued to stare at Willem, and then asked: "Why are you so scared?" The
black man asked back, "Why are you not afraid?"
Anderson thought for a while and laughed.
In the motel room. At night,
Anderson sat on a bed, looking at a black loose-leaf book.
There were more than a hundred similar loose-leaf books in his room with the words "Mississippi Burning".
He closed one of them and opened the other. The title of this book is: "The Local Authorities of Philadelphia and Meridian".
He flipped through it and found that there was a page with a photo of Sergeant Rene, so he read the resume about Rene himself under the photo.
He turned the page again and found Price's photo, also looked at it, and read his resume.
He purged a few more pages, and then stopped.
He tore off a yellowed photo from the "Meridian Sentinel." This is a wedding photo with a beautiful Baise house and lawn in the background.
In the center of the photo is Price in uniform, and next to him is his wife in an old-fashioned wedding gown.
The guests beside Price were tall and robust young people.
Anderson, biting his lip, took out his notebook, and copied the name of the person under the photo.
Then, he carefully looked at Mrs. Price in the photo.
Country road at noon.
Anderson drove again.
His sturdiness made Bull and the photographer both cling to the doorstop in the car for safety.
While sprinting, Boolean spoke.
Bull: "I think, you said, it's time to eat."
Anderson: "Yes, but now maybe we should go see old friends first." With that, he slowed down and entered a Go straight to the dirt road of the farmhouse and cottage, then stop and prepare to get off.
Suddenly, the right side of the car was attacked and there was a loud noise. The agents in the car hurriedly jumped out of the car and took out their pistols.
A black woman stared at them, then turned around and entered the glass door, ignoring the agents next to the car.
Bull: "What's the matter?"
Anderson stood up straight, putting away his weapon.
Willem came out of the room and said to Anderson, "I'm sorry for my wife, she doesn't like you.
" The problem of the car being "attacked" has been clarified.
The black Willim's son came out of the room and stood behind his father. His left eye was closed tightly, his lips were swollen and deformed, and his cheeks were bruised.
Bull made a face, and the young photographer exhaled in surprise.
Anderson asked Willem: "What did he do?"
Willem: "I was beaten on the way back from his girlfriend's house last night...Of course it was one of his many girlfriends." , Turned around and smirked at his son Mark.
Mark also smiled, then covered his mouth with his hands.
Anderson: "Maybe we shouldn't be here."
Willem looked at Anderson, then turned to his son: "How?"
Mark glanced at Anderson and others, and then spoke with a strong southern accent. He said vaguely: "It doesn't matter. It doesn't hurt anymore." After that, he covered his mouth with his hands and whispered with his father.
Willem nodded and said to Anderson: "He said that he is only afraid of his mother, so I want to take her mother away so that we can handle it easily."
Anderson looked at Mark and nodded.
Black Mark smiled with satisfaction; although his mouth could not be opened, his eyes were gleaming.
The young photographer smiled and said to him, "Do you want to take a picture as a memory?"
Mark shrugged, not asking .
Young photographer: "You have never looked like today, let's take one."
Mark nodded, but still covered his mouth with his hands. So he couldn't smile.
The photographer pushed him to a tree.
Willem looked at all this, and then said to Anderson: "I might have to find someone like me nearby to talk to you... However, I found that the dialect you speak here is not very good."
Anderson Shrugged, then pointed at Bull and said to Willem: "He is good, I can't."
Willem watched Bull wearing a blue suit and tied a bow, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Anderson said calmly: "Okay, now we should do some homework."
Motel corridor ·
Anderson walked hurriedly at night in order to catch up with Ward's hurried pace.
Anderson said to Ward: "You know what, Sheriff Rene had a chance to beat the black man to death in accordance with the Enhanced Security Act."
Ward: "Yes. I know."
Anderson: "Did you know that he gave a speech last year, claiming to be a'person who can follow the escalation of the situation'."
Ward smiled and said, "It's interesting."
Anderson: "Can you search them?"
Ward: " They?"
Anderson: "He and Assistant Sheriff Price."
Ward sighed: "Then we have to wait until we find their materials related to the case. For now, we are still proceeding as planned. You see. Is that, Mr. Anderson?" After
that. Slammed open the double doors of the restaurant and entered the restaurant, there. The agents are all waiting for the night briefing.
Anderson stopped by the door for a while, and then walked into the dining room too.
Forest Avenue·Night
After the meeting, Anderson drove hurriedly on the main road alone.
Through the windshield of the car, he saw a beautiful white cabin at the end of the avenue. This cabin was the one he had seen in the photographer's photo gallery.
The window of the white cabin is lit, but the surrounding area is very quiet and there are no cars.
Anderson got out of the car, closed the door lightly, and walked towards the gate. He knocked on the door.
Mrs. Price's House·Night
This is a gorgeously furnished reception room and living room. Anderson is sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea.
Mrs. Price adjusted her clothes and watched kindly.
Mrs. Price: "Do you have anything special to ask me?"
Anderson smiled: "Yes, I'm here for this."
Mrs. Price: "Please, please. After
looking around the first-class furnishings in the room, Anderson said to Mrs. Price, "Is this your home?"
Mrs. Price: "Of course." After all
, he looked a little unhappy, and seemed not satisfied with Ander. Xun would ask such a question.
Her emotions made Anderson calmer.
Anderson: "I mean, when you got married, this house belonged to you. After you got married, did your husband move in?"
Mrs. Price understood the true meaning of Anderson's question. Feeling embarrassed, his face flushed.
Mrs. Price: "Sorry. Yes, I used to be...
I used to say , I have different ways of seeing things." Anderson: "Am I right?"
Mrs. Price stared, trying to decide what to do. how to answer. Then, he said straightforwardly: "At that time, I believed that Mr. Price could take me out of this place as a law enforcement officer, just as you use your authority."
Anderson: "I'm not sure, I can find A better place."
Mrs. Price: "I'm sure."
Anderson looked at her and nodded: "Okay... Anyway, this is a beautiful house."
Mrs. Price: "Thank you."
Anderson looked around the interior furnishings again; when he saw the couch When there was a guqin, he couldn't help but smiled and said to Mrs. Price: "Can this subdue the Beatles?"
Price smiled and shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Anderson looked up at the ceiling and nodded. Then put down the tea set and got up: "Okay, I have to say goodbye."
Mrs. Price also got up, and she stared at Anderson in confusion.
When Anderson walked to the gate, Mrs. Price asked: "Mr. Anderson, are all your formal inquiries so casual?"
He smiled and said to Mrs. Price, "No, Madam. It depends on the other party."
Mrs. Price smiled: "Thank you! Is your visit an official visit?"
Anderson, who had already walked out of the room, returned to the door: "I can't tell. Do you care about the nature of the visit?"
Mrs. Price: "I'm not sure."
Anderson: "The answer is really beautiful."
Mrs. Price stared at Anderson and said to him: "My husband Most of his spare time is spent in Blue Valley. This is a bar in Meridian. He and his friends like to go there."
Anderson nodded, he clearly showed some kind of inner disorder. . "Okay, thank you. Good night!" After
saying that, he walked slowly towards his car, which was extremely disproportionate to his usual style.
Country Road · Daytime
Anderson holds the steering wheel. When he is driving, Bull and the young photographer always cling to the doorstop. For safety.
Bull: "We haven't written a report during the last visit?" He
said, smiling at Anderson, which was obviously targeted.
Anderson: "I've never found your fault, right?!"
Bull found that Anderson was absent, and hurriedly said to him: "See the way, sir!"
Anderson smiled heartily.
Roadside House Daytime
Anderson, Burr and the photographer got out of the car in front of a simple wooden house. A sign was hung above the house with the words "Blue Valley" written on it.
Anderson said to the photographer: "Maybe you should stay here, don't go in." The
photographer was a little unhappy, but still nodded.
Bull whispered to him: "This is for insurance." After that, he followed Anderson into the bar.
"Blue Valley" Bar During the day
when Anderson and Bull stepped into the bar, the room was silent.
Anderson was experienced. He motioned to Bull to guard him at the door; then he found a seat and sat down opposite him, Assistant Price.
Price nodded to him, expressionless.
The customers present watched their words, deeds and expressions.
Anderson nodded generously to Price: "I think I came to the KKK's house, right?"
Price said nothing.
Anderson: "You just hang it here. It's so sad, Cecil."
Cecil is Price's name. He has never heard anyone call him that way, but he doesn't dare to overstate it. So he said, "It doesn't matter what you think, right? Robbie?" After
that, he asked the waiter to give Anderson a beer.
At this moment, other customers no longer pay attention to how they drink and talk.
After seeing the waiter leave, Price said to Anderson: "People here won't talk to you. Things are different here. Therefore, guesses are always guesses." After
that, he smiled triumphantly; Ann Desson shrugged and said, "You are right about this."
He looked around and found that the customers were farmers and workers. They were tall and burly in overalls, but they looked tired.
At this time. Someone was deliberately speaking loudly in the bar to let people hear: "If any FBI police officer wants to enter my house, I will kill him in self-defense. Do you think which prosecutor in Mississippi accuses me? ?"
Anderson's eyes were piercing. He stared at Price and said, "Let's talk now." After
that, he got up and left his seat and approached a customer in front of the wine cabinet; He looked at Anderson with trust, then turned to drink his own wine.
At this time, Anderson also recognized that the customer was originally a receptionist in the wedding photo, and said, "Dimi Bailey. Where is your home?"
Bull pressed his belt buckle on his waist, vigilant. Standing at the door watching the movement.
Bailey: "Man, here you have to pay attention to your feet."
Anderson's face was dim, he got angry, and he slammed Bailey's neck, pushed him to the other end of the room, and hit him. Les's table.
At this time, there was no one in the bar. Bull also took out his weapon and spread his legs apart so that he could shoot at any time. Anderson deliberately spoke loudly so that Bailey and Price could hear: "Don't mistake me for other people. You can do anything to others, but he dare not do anything." As
he said, he glanced at Bei. Ray and Price. Both of them sat there, not daring to move.
Anderson took out a five-dollar bill, threw it on the table, and said loudly to Price, "Thank you for the beer, and also thank the assistant for telling me his name. I appreciate it." After
that, he told Pu again . Les waved his hand and looked around at the same time, seeing that all those tired faces were watching him.
Anderson walked to the gate and said to Bull, "Remove the thing in your hand, okay?" With that
, he turned and left the bar, and Bull followed.
Motel restaurant night
Anderson followed Bull into the restaurant where the meeting was held that night.
He stood at the door and found Ward watching him.
Ward: "Do you know how much trouble you have caused?"
Anderson looked around and found that no one was looking at him.
Anderson: "What's the matter?"
Ward: "This afternoon, Sam Bowan has been talking about the FBI's violence and intimidation tactics on the radio; I received a call from the mayor, lieutenant governor, and Washington, you Can you tell me? Why didn't your visit to the bar
appear in your daily newspaper?" Anderson didn't gnaw a word, just stared at his superior.
Huade shook his head and said, "Now, as long as you go out to perform tasks, I will be with you. Mr. Bull will stay in the hotel to organize the archives."
After that, after looking around the agents, he continued, "Okay. , Now go to perform routine official duties?"
Grocery Store·Morning
Anderson was standing by the door, and Ward was talking with the owner in the store hall.
A twelve-year-old boy looked at Anderson with suspicion.
Anderson scratched the back of his head, intentionally or unconsciously opened his coat, and revealed his pistol.
The boy opened his mouth wide and looked panic, and Anderson was amused.
The shopkeeper's speech in the back hall could be heard clearly: "I don't have what you want." To a female customer: "Mrs. Toppin, I'm sorry, I don't speak French well. I have kept you waiting. "To Huade again: "Now, you can go. Man!"
Anderson tried to exercise restraint. When he and Ward stepped out of the grocery store, the owner said loudly behind them: "You understand what I am saying, if I were you, I would start with the damned sheriff’s office and let the residents live quietly without going. Excuse them."
Anderson seemed to be impressed by the shopkeeper's words, and he turned to look at the shopkeeper.
Ward looked at him and said to him, "Don't think too much!"
Anderson raised his hand and said to Ward: "Don't talk, sir."
Local court · In
the inquiry room of the local court during the day . Ward sat at one side of a long table, and Anderson stood in front of the wall behind him, beside him was a stenographer. Price and two people sat across from Ward.
Ward asked: "Who is he?"
Price: "My lawyer, Tro Carnot."
Ward: "So, what about the other one?"
Price: "My other lawyer, Alan Arden."
Ward: "This It's just the first question, do you definitely need these two lawyers?"
Price: "I'd rather be safe than regret, right?"
Ward shrugged, "You want to avoid you after you let the three young people go. Where are you and what did you do, right?"
Price: "Of course." The
local court · Daytime
Anderson looked out the window of the interrogation room.
He saw Price and his two lawyers walking down the steps of the court after the questioning.
Many people, including Dimi Bailey, have been waiting at the gate of the court. These people are all from the "Blue Valley" and are from Price. They surrounded Price, quickly asked him questions, and patted him on the back to express their congratulations and support.
In the interrogation room, Ward was still sitting at the table. He sighed and said to Anderson: "Mr. Anderson, his alibi at the time of the case is solid."
Anderson nodded . language.
Outside the courthouse, Price opened the door of his patrol car and spoke to a man already sitting in the back seat.
In the interrogation room, Ward said to Anderson: "Of course, he brought two lawyers. To put it nicely, you can only accuse him of this."
Outside the court, Price said before boarding the car. Several people shook hands and bid farewell. At this time, the man in the back seat appeared, who turned out to be his wife.
Mrs. Price looked towards the court window.
Anderson returned to the table from the window and said to Ward: "We had a match for almost 50 minutes, but he also got his wife."
Ward nodded, "You found it."
Anderson returned to the window. , He saw cars leaving outside the window.
Ward: "We should recheck everything. But we need to find a courageous woman in such a city."
With that said, he closed the file, got up, and said to Anderson: "Go, let's start from the
beginning and follow his clues." Mrs. Price's home.
This afternoon, it was Ward sitting on the couch. Facing Mrs. Price, Anderson leaned against the door of the hall. Obviously, Ward came to understand the situation.
Mrs. Price: "Exactly right. He is here for less than an hour."
Ward: "Did you pay attention to the time he came and went?"
Mrs. Price looked up at the ceiling: "I looked at the clock. Mr. Ward , Being a wife sometimes does this.” After
that, he couldn't help but look at Anderson, his eyes showing some kind of unspeakable emotion that can only be understood.
Anderson smiled kindly at her.
Ward: "Then do you know the exact time?"
Mrs. Price turned around, looking directly at the encounter with Ward, and she said coldly: "I don't remember." A black government bus was on the
road at dusk on
a country road. Drive slowly on the country road. After a while, the car drove by the side of the road, and Ward, holding a local map, shook his head and said to Anderson.
Ward: "She's very smooth, isn't she?"
Anderson was turning to look at the map in Ward's hand. He didn't pay attention to Ward's question.
Anderson looked at the map: "You really don't want me to drive?"
Ward: "No. I have heard a lot about your driving skills!" After
that, he started the car again and slowly moved on the highway. Mrs. Price's
home.
Mrs. Price is opening the door.
She was surprised to find that Anderson was standing at the door, holding a bunch of yellow wildflowers that were apparently picked from the side of the road. Anderson's night visit surprised her, and she couldn't help giggling.
Anderson was embarrassed, his face flushed.
Mrs. Price: "I'm sorry, you are welcome, but..." As he said, he took the bouquet in one hand and shook hands with Anderson. Then she led Anderson into the kitchen, found a vase, and returned to the living room with him.
Mrs. Price: "Mr. Anderson, do you know what flower this is?"
Anderson vaguely remembered that Elder Willem once said the name of this flower, and said, "A trumpet flower."
Mrs. Price "Yes!" As
she said, she put the vase on the piano, then took a step back, admiring the flowers: "It's so beautiful!"
She turned to Anderson, unable to conceal her joy, she deliberately said: "But Mr. Anderson, this kind of flower eats meat. The color of this flower is the bait. After attracting the bug, it will hold on to kill the bug.”
Anderson said straightforwardly , “Maybe I should bring it. Would you like an appropriate gift?"
Mrs. Price: "No. It's the opposite. The question is, which of us is the beautiful flower?" She said, smiling affectionately, her eyes gleaming.
Garden·Night
In a beautiful, well-organized garden, Anderson and Mrs. Price walked side by side.
Mrs. Price: "Mr. Anderson, are you interested in gardening?"
Anderson: "I used to weed grandma when I was young."
Mrs. Price smiled: "I'm sure, she likes looking at you. "
Anderson shrugged: "I just remember, I always like to see the toughness of those weeds, it's really hard to remove!"
Mrs. Price nodded slightly: "But you have to eradicate it carefully. Yes, that's exactly it. Gardener’s sorrow.” After
that, she grabbed Anderson’s hand without hesitation, and said docilely: “Come on, I’ll take you to see something!”
She led Anderson to the other corner of the garden, where there is Surrounded by ivy trellises; after entering it, I discovered that it was a maze-shaped garden of low trees. The short trees were less than 18 cm high, and they were neatly trimmed and attractive.
Anderson greatly appreciated: "It's great. It's so beautiful."
Mrs. Price was very excited, her feelings became more unrestrained and fierce, and she stood beside the tall Anderson, making her more charming.
However, she suddenly suppressed her docile smile, with disappointment, and said to Anderson: "Your presence made me feel that I was a terrible waste of my life."
Anderson sighed: "Standing by your side makes me feel that I am as terrible and ugly as Lang Chanet."
This metaphor made Mrs. Price laugh indulgently.
In the motel restaurant,
Ward stood in front of the wall of the conference room early in the morning , watching the agents who came to the meeting.
The meeting was coming to an end, and he said loudly, "Anything else?"
Anderson raised his hand, and Ward drew his head slightly, but let him speak.
Anderson: "I have something. The news from a secret channel says that we should talk to a black man named Toby Walker. I don't know this person, and I don't know his address."
Ward nodded, then lowered. He asked: "Secret channel?"
Anderson replied confidently: "Yes, sir!" After a
long period of silence, most of the agents went to drink coffee. Bull is not far away. Looking up at the ceiling, smiling knowingly. He understood the true meaning of Anderson's "secret channels".
Cabin·Afternoon
Ward and Anderson stood in the messy courtyard in front of the cabin, talking to the young black Walker. There was a bitter expression on Walker's face, his hair was fluffy, and he was wearing a bright red shirt and jeans.
Walker: "They arrested me because someone heard that I had a tryst with a white girl."
Ward: "Rene and Price caught you? Put you in jail again in the middle of the night?"
Walker: "No. Wrong. They came to me and asked me to go out. There was a car parked outside. One person said,'Get in the car!' There were four of them. The car drove for a long time, and then they took me into the woods and asked me to kneel. Down; someone said to kill me, someone pointed their gun at my armpit and said:'Nigger, this is it!' Someone shot, but not at me, you know? I don't know why?"
Ward: "After the sun came out, I let you go again. Are you sure Rene and Price saw the car that carried you?"
Walker: "I walked 15 miles to get home. Of course Rene and Price saw the car because they stood at the door and waved."
Ward first said to Anderson, "Now we know what the case is about. . now we need to engage in evidence "Walker asked:." can you identify the four men do? "
Walker:"! can "
Howard:"? can you witness it, "
said the helpless:" I have the same you said, I can not, since they can kill those few young people, of course, I can do too. "
Court-day
Ward sat on one side of the court under the long table, his face revealing a look of indignation. Anderson still leaned against the wall.
On the other side of the long table was Price, who was whispering to his two lawyers; later, he straightened up and said loudly to Ward: "I have nothing more to say. You are going to accuse me, You also know where to find me." After
that, he stood up arrogantly, glared at Ward and Anderson, turned and left.
When Ward heard Price's violent closing of the door, he couldn't help slamming the table with his fists to vent his anger.
Court-day
Ward Anderson and hurried down the corridor outside the courtroom.
When they walked to the corner, the mayor suddenly turned red and appeared in front of them and said to Ward.
Mayor: "I'm here to register another charge against you, Mr. Ward! I feel your people are following my police officer. You are trying to get them into the disappearance of those people, but they No responsibility..."
Huade: "How do you know? Did you know that they were talking on the phone with their KKK partner in the middle of the night? They caught a black man and wanted to kill him. Didn't they call you on this matter? "The
mayor: "I don't have to be blamed for this!"
Ward: "Then don't bother us!" The
mayor took a step back, and Anders
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