The Paperboy

Just tell me when you're rolling.

We're rolling.

A lot of people...

have questioned what really happened.

And when the novel was first published,

it didn't take long

for there to be even more questions asked.

It's always remained a mystery.

And that's why I wanted to thank you

for coming in to meet with us.

To help shed some light on the events.

Okay.

He dedicated the book to you.

Can you tell us how much of his novel

was based on fact?

All of it.

It was 1969...

What can you tell us about that summer?

Question? What was the question?

What do you remember about that summer 1969?

It was hot. It was real hot.

God must have been sweatin', it was so hot.

Tell me about the murder.

Hey, how much, how much I'm gettin' paid for this?

Well, Sheriff Call was this evil, nasty,

disgusting son of a gun.

Black people hated Sheriff Call

because he killed so many of us

during his two terms in service.

Some of my family was included.

White people feared him too.

So somebody got fed up with his fat ass, and killed him.

That's what happened that summer.

They say he dragged his intestines

for a mile before he died.

Crazy white people even built a statue for him.

How did it come about

that you worked for the Jansens?

I was cleaning for them part time,

right when his mamma ran off.

And Ward and I, Ward was his brother,

he was in high school at the time

and we raised him together.

Little Jackie was five at the time.

Where was his father?

W.W. was just

chasing girls, you know.

And running the local newspaper.

The Moat County Tribune.

How's Ward?

He's good, he's good. Real busy.

Ward was a writer...

uh... for the Miami Times.

He used to write about, uh...

well, he was kind of famous, you know,

'cause he wrote about the Civil Rights Movement

and the poor and the unjustly accused.

That's how come that lady Charlotte

started writing letters to him.

Stuff like that.

Yeah.

And then Jack, like I said, he was a swimmer.

And, uh...

almost professional, very close but then

he got kicked off the swim team,

he got kicked out of college,

and he came back home to his papa's house to deliver newspapers.

He didn't want to come back home,

but he didn't have nowhere else to go.

Jack, you better turn that music down.

You know W. W. Gon' be mad at you.

Dang it, Anita, can you please knock?

I could've been jerking off in here.

Please, it ain't nothing I ain't seen before.

What are you doing?

I'm picking up your stuff, like I do every day.

Oh come on, not today. It's too hot for that.

I'm just helping.

You're not helping me. You don't have to help me.

Come on.

Get off the bed so I can make it.

Go fix me some collard greens.

It's my bed.

I know it's your bed. Really?

Because it's your bed, you should fucking make it.

They cancelled "The Smothers Brothers."

Oh, no, that's your show.

Well, I love that show. I love Dick and I love Tommy.

Lay down. Let me be you for a second. Oh, yeah, right. Get me in trouble.

You want to be me, I get to be you? Okay.

Okay, I'll love this. Jack, may I come in?

Oh, good, okay. Go away, go out. Go back out.

Okay. I better start jerking off first. Okay.

Jack, sorry to interrupt your masturbation,

but I'm here to clean the bed!

I could've been jerking off! I'm gonna clean everything!

I could have been jerking off!

Get out! Clean my shit up!

Get all that we have received in return,

is just another smooth exercise

- in political manipulation. - Good girl.

Deceit and deception,

callousness and indifference to our individual problems,

and the disgusting playing of divisive politics,

pitting the young against the old,

labor against management, north against south.

Did you want to see me?

Have you spoken to Ward this week?

No. Hello, Jack.

He didn't mention anything to you about coming here?

I can't believe your father's making me report on this.

I mean, look at her.

To open our society.

She plans to run for president next.

They want to talk to Hillary Van Wetter.

Don't you let that Pulitzer Prize fool you.

He don't know everything yet.

Ain't no reason to come up here

stirring up shit with that asshole.

I just wanted to say that it is very important

for all Americans to recognize...

Charlotte Bless loved her some dangerous men.

She wrote men in prison.

She finally fell in love with one.

She was determined to get him out.

Why y'all ain't got no ice in here?

You want ice, go to your house.

Charlotte.

Oh, that's my show. What you think, Charlotte?

I don't like it. Make it looser.

That's that nigger you've been writing?

No. This is my white man.

Ohhh.

What happened yesterday? I missed it.

Listen to this. He thinks I'm his angel.

His angel? Shhh. Shut your face.

Bitch, how old is he? Oh, my God.

He's a fine motherfucker that's trying to fuck you. "Ever there was an angel in the world,

"my angel, it must be you,

but no angel would do the things I dream that you want."

Your angel, his angel.

Mm-hm. That's hot.

He say, "If you truly exist, I may become a religious man."

Ah!

"All my life, my heart has tried to find a place

I cannot name... a home."

You need to find yourself a young one.

He'll fuck you real good.

He says I'm his home. Hm.

Got a hundred different men

writing her from the penitentiary.

That's her man.

Oh, no. This is my man.

This here's the one.

Mm-hm.

Ward came home to investigate

the conviction of Hillary Van Wetter.

The town wasn't too happy about it

- and neither was his papa. - Oh, shit. Ugh.

Ward...

there's a horse in the parking lot.

It's our ride home, Yardley.

Uh, where is everybody?

It's Sunday.

People's either at home or at church.

It's a shithole.

Hey, man.

Hey, you.

How you doing?

Jack, meet Yardley Acheman. Hey.

My little brother, Jack. The swimmer, right?

Yeah, he's our driver now. Right, good.

Here, let me get these.

That's my typewriter. You've gotten big, boy.

Just be careful with the typewriter.

Got all pumped up. Is that from swimming?

Not anymore.

No! No! No!

Yardley's real particular about his suits

and his typewriter. Well, it's very expensive.

Yes. Thank you.

How do I get in?

Watch your head. Watch your head.

- Don't touch my head. - Tell him where you're from, Yardley.

London.

Ah!

When I came here... from New York,

I was interviewing for the job...

and I was in advertising in New York

and I mentioned that it was simply different in New York.

So how'd you get from New York City

to the metropolis of Lately, Florida?

Jansen residence.

So I came down South and I interviewed at the paper.

W.W., Miss Roberta's on the phone.

No, no, no.

- We don't take phone calls. - Anita...

Who's Miss Roberta? No calls, Anita.

What part of London you from, Yardley?

Um, all over London.