Blackstock Boneyard

My lord.

My lord.

Why has thou forsaken us?

The crimes of this guilty land

will never be purged but with blood!

All rise.

This court is now in session.

The honorable Judge Ramage presiding.

Continue, Mr. Newbold.

Prosecutor.

Evidence will show far beyond a reasonable doubt

that Thomas and Meeks Griffin,

on the night of September 29th, 1913.

Did enter the home of John Lewis.

Liar!

What the fuck?

Go on, Mr. Stevenson, you have the stand.

Then they robbed him good.

Took his money, his watch, even the gun they used.

How are you aware of this?

They tried selling 'em to me.

Evil motherfuckers.

Then they turned the gun on you,

a small, scared, defenseless woman.

Isn't that right, Anna?

Yes.

They.

Ms. Davis?

They put in my mouth while they...

While they violated you repeatedly.

Yes.

They don't see us as men.

Just slaves.

They will put us in chains.

Has your avarice not been satiated

by your peculiar institution?

You must seen in all this

a state of affairs dangerously diseased.

Today you weigh her scales of justice,

tomorrow we draw her sword.

There will be restitution.

- Order. - For we are innocent men!

Order.

- Blood will have blood. - I said order.

Prosecutor, continue.

When through with their fun,

they turned their attention back toward Lewis

who, has only a proud Confederate veteran could,

had gathered his sense in an attempt

to defend himself, his home, and this young woman

here before you.

And for his valor, they murdered him in cold blood.

Yes.

Please rise.

For your crimes of robbery, rape, and murder

I hereby sentence you to death by electrocution.

Let everybody honor your name.

'Cause you the holy.

The greatest one who rule over all of me.

With everything you do, lord,

let me be in this world.

Sing like everyday in heaven.

Thomas and Meeks Griffin,

you have been denied your appeal

by the Governor of our State

and have been condemned to die in the electric chair.

Sentence passed by a jury of his peers

and imposed by a judge in good standing in this state.

God save the people of South Carolina.

Do you have anything to say

before the sentence is carried out?

We have told the truth.

Electricity shall now be passed

through your body until you are dead

in accordance with South Carolina law.

May God have mercy on your souls.

Roll on two.

They'll have a store there, Lyndsy.

Yeah, okay.

I can feel the humidity already.

Yeah, listen.

They know what air conditioning is down there, right, Sarah?

And this is September, Jamie.

I can't imagine you and Chloe in the summer.

Hey it is still south something.

Carolina.

Blackstock, South Carolina.

In case you need the info for your Facebook updates.

Whatever, it's still deep woods country

back ass way.

Hey, you know you two didn't have to come.

No way.

Yeah, no we are so here for you.

We're here to support.

Good, because the closer we get,

the more it weirds me out.

So what is it?

I'm still confused.

So am I.

This guy with a thick southern accent just calls

and was going on about a bunch of land and dead people

and way too much money and it's just weird.

This peach cobbler is the best I've ever ate.

Now go and down there and fetch me my rifle

so we can get to church.

Get 'er done.

But it does sound like you're gonna get paid.

Yeah and you got fired for like no good reason.

So you need cash, like Snapchatted to you.

Thanks for the reminder.

I'm shocked but I have to agree with the Double mints.

I mean, you're so good, you're so nice

and you get walked on left and right.

It's about time something good come your way.

It's like...

Justice prevailing for one and all.

I was gonna say karma but I guess that works.

Yeah.

Fantastic.

Let's just get down there first

and make sure it's legit.

Cool?

- Cool. - Cool.

Cool.

Good morning, young ladies.

Thank you, Mr. Newbold.

Thank you, Mr. Newbold.

Hey, Rog.

Rog.

Roger!

Hey, man, how you doing?

Look, I've been meaning to talk to you, man.

I slipped at some coffee at Sally's.

She aint got nothing, George.

But, Rog.

Next time, fall at somebody's place that aint broke,

then we'll talk.

Really?

Really.

Shit.

Yeah.

I'm, that's what I'm saying.

Yes.

I'll get back with you.

They're trying to fuck us on the price

- at the last meet... - It's on us, CJ.

Yeah, their attorneys dug up another owner of the land.

What the hell are you talking about, who?

Yeah?

Fine.

She's some young, dumb kid.

How'd you let that get past you?

If was earning corporate attorney money,

I'd do better research.

You'll be making more than them soon enough.

But in the meantime, do your job.

I contacted her, fed her enough to get her

to come down here.

She's on her way.

It's all taken care of.

Taken care of?

She's cutting out a big ass chunk

of my goddamn pie.

Yeah, get in here.

About time.

George had said it be here and by nine am.

It's 10.

I'm sorry, Judge Ramage,

we had another delivery.

One more important than mine?

Shut up and hang it over there.

Who is she?

She's a descendant of Anna Davis.

You, you dumb shit.

If you damage it, I will put a boot up your ass.

Do you see that?

I'm sorry, Judge Ramage, I got distracted...

Don't interrupt me, boy.

Just leave it and get the hell out.

Call George and have both your black asses fired.

Now!

Where's a nice sturdy oak when you need one?

She didn't have a clue as to what I was talking about.

Anna Davis, huh?

And John Lewis?

Looks like it.

Is she white?

Mhm.

You tell anybody else?

No, I wanted to tell you first.

Are you sure there's no way we can cut her out?

No, nothing.

Anna's on that deed going back to 1913.

This girl is blood.

Her only one left.

Legally that land is hers, too.

Savemart won't buy, unless it's straight by the book.

Either she gets on board and signs

or it's nothing.

Then I guess she's just gonna have to sign.