Driving Miss Daisy (2014) - full transcript

When Daisy Werthan, a widowed, 72-year-old Jewish woman living in midcentury Atlanta, is deemed too old to drive, her son hires Hoke Colburn, an African American man, to serve as her chauffeur. What begins as a troubled and hostile pairing, soon blossoms into a profound, life-altering friendship that transcends all the societal boundaries placed between them.

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No! Mama!

I said no, Boolie,
and that's the end of it.

It's a miracle you're not
laying in Emory hospital

or decked out at
the funeral home!

Look at you, you didn't even

bump your head.

Well, it was the car's fault.

Mama, the car didn't just
back over the driveway

and land on the Pollards'
garage all by itself!

You had it in the wrong gear!

I did not!

You put it in reverse

instead of drive!

The police report shows that.

Well, you should have
let me keep my Lasalle.

Your Lasalle was 8 years old.

I don't care. It never would
have behaved this way,

and you know it.

Mama, cars don't behave.
They are behaved upon.

The fact is you,
all by yourself,

demolished that packard.

Well, think what you want.
I know the truth.

The truth is,

you shouldn't be allowed
to drive a car anymore.


Mama, we are just going to

have to hire somebody
to drive you.

No, we are not!
Now, this is my business!

Your insurance policy is written

so that they are going
to have to give you

a brand-new car.

Not another packard, I hope.

Oh, lord almighty!

Don't you see what I'm saying?

Oh, quit talking so ugly
to your mother!

Mama, you are 72 years old

and you just cost

the insurance company $2,700.

You are a terrible risk.

Nobody is going to issue
you a policy after this.

You are just saying that
to be hateful.

Ok, yes--yes, I am.

I'm making it all up.

Every insurance company
in america

is lined up in the driveway

waving their fountain pens

and falling all over themselves

to get you to sign on.

Everybody wants Daisy Werthan,

the only woman

in the history of driving

to demolish a
3-week-old packard,

a two-car garage,

and a free-standing tool shed

in one fell swoop!

You talk so foolish
sometimes, Boolie.

And even if you could
get a policy somewhere,

it wouldn't be safe!

I'd worry all the time.

Look at how many of your friends

have men to drive them!

Miss ida Jacobs,
miss Ethel hess,

aunt nonie--

well, they're all rich!

Daddy left you plenty
enough for this.

I'll do the interviewing
at the plant.

Oscar in the freight elevator

knows every colored man

in Atlanta worth talking about.

And I'm sure in two weeks' time

I can find you somebody
perfectly suitable--


You won't even have
to do anything, mama.

I told you, I'll do all
the interviewing--

no! Now, stop running
your mouth.

I am a 72-year-old woman,

as you so gallantly reminded me,

and I'm a widow.

But unless they rewrote
the constitution

and didn't tell me,
I've still got rights!

And one of my rights is
the right to invite

who I want-- not who you want--

into my house.

Now, you do accept the fact
that this is my house?

And what I don't want--

and absolutely will not
have is some chauffeur

sitting in my kitchen,
gobbling up my food,

running up my phone bill.

Oh, I hate that in my house!

You have idella.

Oh, idella is different.

I mean, she's been coming
to me 3 times a week

since you was in
the eighth grade,

and we know how to stay
out of each other's way.

Even so, there are
nicks and chips

in most of my kitchen China,

and I have seen her
throw, you know,

silver forks into
the garbage more than once.

Do you think idella

has a vendetta against
your silverware?

Oh, stop being sassy.

Now, you know what I mean.

I mean, on forsyth street,

we couldn't afford them
to do for us.

We did for ourselves.

And that's still the best
way, if you ask me.

"Them"? You sound like
governor talmadge.

Why, Boolie!
What a thing to say!

I am not prejudiced,
and you know it.

I've got to go home.

Florine will be having a fit.

Oh, y'all have plans
for tonight?

Going to the ansleys
for a dinner party.

Oh, I see.

You see what?

The ansleys.

I'm quite sure florine
bought another new dress.

I mean, this is her idea of
heaven on earth, isn't it?


Socializing with episcopalians.

You are a doodle, mama.

I guess aunt nonie can run you

anywhere you need to go

for the time being.

I'll be fine.

I'll stop by tomorrow evening.

Well, how do you know
I'll be here?

I'm not dependent
on you for company.

Fine. I'll call first.

And I still intend to
interview colored men!



OK, miss mcclatchey,
send 'em on in!

Yes, uh...

Hoke, isn't it?

Yes, sir! Hoke colburn.

Have a seat there.

I've got to sign these letters.

I don't want Miss McClatchey

Fussing at me.

Keep right on with it. I got
all the time in the world.

I see.

How long you been out of work?

Since back befo' last November.

Long time.

Well, Mr. Werthan,
you try being me

and looking for work.

They hiring young
if they hiring colored,

and they ain't even
hiring much young,

seems like.

Mr. Werthan?


Y'all people Jewish, ain't ya?

Yes, we are. Why do you ask?

I'd druther drive for Jews.

People always talkin' 'bout,

"they stingy," and, "they cheap,"

but don't say
none of that 'round me.

Good to know you feel that way.

Now, tell me where
you worked before.

Yes, sir! That's just
what I'm gettin' at!

One time...

I workin' for this woman

over near little five points.

What was that woman's name?

I forget. Anyway,
she the president of

the ladies auxiliary over yonder

to the ponce de Leon
baptist church,

and seem like she
always bringing up

god and Jesus
and "do unto others."

You know what I'm talkin' bout?

I'm not sure. Go on.

Well, one day, Mr. Werthan,

one day that woman say to me,

she say "hoke, come on
back in the back with me.

I got something for you."

And we go on back yonder
and, lord have mercy,

she have all these old shirts

and collars be on the bed--

yellow, you know, and nasty,

like they been stuck
off in a chifforobe

and forgot about. That's right.

And she say, "ain't they nice?

"They belonged to
my daddy befo' he pass,

and we fixin' to sell 'em
to you for 25 cent apiece."

What was her name?

That's what I'm thinking--
what was that woman's name?

Anyway, as I was goin' on
to say, any fool see

the whole bunch of them
collars and shirts together

ain't worth a nickel.

And them the people
calling Jews cheap!

So, I say,
"yes'm, I think about it."

And I get me another job
fast as I can.

Where was that?

Mr. Harold Stone.

Jewish gentleman,
just like you. A judge.

Live over yonder
on lullwater road.

I knew judge Stone!

You don't say!

He done give me this suit
when he finish with it, see?

And this necktie, too.

You drove for judge Stone?!

Seven years to the day,
near about.

And I'd be there still
if he didn't die,

and miss Stone decide
to close up the house

and move to her people
in Savannah.

And she said, "come on down
to Savannah with me, hoke."

'Cause my wife dead by then.

And I say, "no, thank you."

I didn't want to leave
my grandbabies,

and I don't get along with

that geechee trash
they got down there.

Judge Stone was
a friend of my father's.

You don't mean!

Oscar say you need
a driver for yo' family.

Now, what I be doin'?
Runnin' yo' children to school

and yo' wife to the beauty
parlor and like dat?

I don't have any children.

But tell me--

that's a shame!

My daughter best thing
ever happen to me.

But you young yet--
I wouldn't worry none.

I won't, thank you.

Did you have a job
after judge Stone?

I--i drove a milk truck
for the avondale dairy

through the whole war--
the one just was.


What I'm looking for

is somebody to drive
my mother around.

Uh, now...

Excuse me for asking,

but how comes she ain't
hire for herself?

Well, it's a delicate situation.

Uh-huh. She done gone
round the bend a little.

That'll happen when they get on.

Oh, no, nothing like that.

She's all there--

too much there is the problem.

It just isn't safe for
her to drive anymore.

She knows it
but she won't admit it.

I'll be frank with you,
I'm a little desperate.

Oh, I know what
you mean by that!

One time I was out of work

and my wife said to me,

"oh, hoke, you ain't gonna
get no 'nother job."

And I say "what you
talking about, woman?"

And the very next week

I go to work for that woman
in little five points.


Miss Frances Cahill.

And then I go to judge Stone,

and they the reason I
so happy to hear you Jews.

Hoke, I want you to understand,

my mother is

a little high-strung.

She doesn't want
anybody driving her.

But the fact is,

you'd be working for me.

She can say anything she likes

but she can't fire you.

You understand?

Sho' I do! Don't
worry none about it.

I'll hold on no matter
what way she run me.

When I was nothin'
but a little boy

down there on the farm
above macon,

I used to wrestle hogs to
the ground at killin' time,

and ain't no hog
get away from me yet.

How does $20 a week sound?

Sound like you got
your mama a chauffeur.

Morning, miss Daisy.

Good morning.

Right cool in
the night, wasn't it?

I wouldn't know, I was asleep.


What your plans today?

Uh, that's my business.

You're right about that.

Idella say we
running out of coffee

and Dutch cleanser.


She--she say we low on
silver Polish, too.

Thank you. I will go
to the piggly wiggly

on the trolley this afternoon.

Now, miss Daisy,

how come you don't
let me carry you?

No, thank you.

Ain't that what
Mr. Werthan hire me for?

That's his problem.

All right, then.

I'll find something to do.

I tend those zinnias.

You leave my flower bed alone.


You got a nice place
back beyond the garage

ain't doing nothing
but sitting there.

I could put you in
some butterbeans

and some tomatoes

and even some Irish potatoes.

Could we get some ones
with good eyes.

If I want a vegetable garden,

I'll plant it myself.

Well, I'll go out

and set in the kitchen, then,

like I been doing all week.

Don't you be talking to idella.

She got work to do.

Oh, no'm. I just
sit there till 5:00.

Hmm, well, that's your affair.

Seem a shame, though.

That fine oldsmobile sitting
out there in the garage,

ain't move an inch from when
Mr. Werthan rode it

over here from Mitchell motors.

It's only got 19 miles on it.

Seem like that insurance company

give you a whole new car
for nothing.

That's your opinion.

Yes'm, and my other opinion is

a fine rich Jewish lady like you

don't belong dragging up
the steps of no bus,

lugging no grocery store bags.

I come along
and carry 'em for you.

I don't need you,
I don't want you,

and I don't like you
saying I'm rich.

I won't say it, then.

Is that what you and idella
talk about in the kitchen?

Oh, I hate this.

I hate being discussed
behind my back

in my own house.

Now, I was born on
forsyth street,

and, believe you me,

I knew the value of a penny.

My brother Manny brought home

a white cat one day

and papa said
we couldn't keep it

because we couldn't
afford to feed it.

Now, my sisters saved up so that

I could go to school
and be a teacher.

We didn't have anything.

Yes'm, but look like you're
doing all right now.

And I've traveled on the trolley

to the piggly wiggly
plenty of times.

Yes'm, but I feel bad
taking Mr. Werthan's money

for doing nothing,
you understand?

How much he pay you?

That between me and him,
miss Daisy.

Anything over $7.00
a week is robbery.

Highway robbery.

Especially when
I don't do nothing

but sit on a stool in
the kitchen all day long.

I tell you what--while you
going on the trolley

to the piggly wiggly, I
hose down your front steps.

All right.

All right, I hose your steps.

To the piggly wiggly
and then home,

nowhere else.



Uh--oh, wait!

You don't know how
to run the oldsmobile.

Miss Daisy, a gear shift
like a third arm to me.

Anyway, this one-- automatic!

Any fool can run it.

Well, any fool
but me, apparently.

There's no need for you to be

so hard on yourself
now--you can't drive,

but you probably do a lot

of things I can't do.

Mm-hmm. It'll all work out.

I'm going to the--
to the market, idella.

And I right behind her!

I love a new car smell,
don't you?


I'm nobody's fool, hoke.


I can see the speedometer
as well as you can.

I see that.

My husband taught me
how to run a car.


And I still remember
everything he told me.

So, don't you even think
for one second--wait!

You're speeding! I see it.

We ain't going but
19 miles an hour.

I like to go under
the speed limit.

The speed limit 35 here.


The slower you go,
the more you save on gas.

My husband told me that.

We're barely moving.

Might as well walk to
the piggly wiggly.

Is this your car?


You pay for the gas?


All right.

My fine son may think that
I am losing my abilities,

but I am still in control
of what goes on in my car.

Well, where you going?

To the grocery store.

Well, why didn't you
turn on highland Avenue?

Well, piggly wiggly
ain't on highland Avenue.

It on euclid, down there.

I know where it is,

and I want to go
the way I always go,

on highland Avenue.

That's 3 blocks out
the way, miss Daisy.

Well, go back,
go back this minute!

We in the wrong Lane.
I can't go back.

Go back, I said, or i'm
gonna get out of this car.

We're moving!
You can't open that door!

Oh, oh, this is wrong,
this is wrong.

Where you taking me?

The store.

What, no, this is wrong!

You have to go back
to highland Avenue.

I've been driving
to the piggly wiggly

ever since they put it up
and opened it for business.

Now, this isn't the way.

Go back. Go back this minute!

Yonder the piggly wiggly.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Well... get--get ready to turn.


Ooh, watch out!

There's a little boy
behind that shopping cart.

I see that.

Oh, oh, all right. Pull
over next to this blue car.

We closer to the door
right here.

Next to the blue car, I said.

I don't park in the sun.

It fades the upholstery.

Yes'm, yes'm.

Ah, just a minute.
Give me the keys.


Mm-hmm. Now, you stay
right here by the car,

and you don't have to tell
everybody my business.


Don't forget
the Dutch cleanser now!


Hoke colburn here.

Can I speak to him?

Morning, sir, Mr. Werthan.
Guess where I'm at?

I'm at this here phone booth
on euclid Avenue

right next to the piggly wiggly.

I just drove your mama
to the market.

Oh, she--she flap a little
on the way but she all right.


Oh, she in the store.


Miss Daisy look out the store
window and don't see me,

she is liable to pitch a fit
right there by the checkout.

Yes, sir, only took 6 days.

Same time it take the lord
to make the world.

♪ May the words of my mouth

♪ and the meditations
of my heart

♪ be acceptable in thy sight

♪ o lord

♪ my rock

♪ and my redeemer

♪ amen

How your temple
this morning, miss Daisy?

Why are you here?

I bring you to the temple
like you tell me.

Yeah, well, I'll
get myself in. Just go.

Hurry up out of here.


I didn't say speed,

I said, get me away from here.

Something wrong back yonder?


Something I done?

No... yes.

I ain't done nothing.

You had the car right in front

of the front door of the temple

like I was the queen of Romania!

I mean, everybody saw you.

Didn't I tell you

to wait for me in the back?

I just trying to be nice.

There were two other
chauffeurs right behind me.

Yeah, well, you made me
look like a fool,

a g.D. Fool.

Lord knows you ain't
no fool, miss Daisy.

I mean, Miriam
and beulah and them,

I could see
what they was thinking.

What that?

That I'm trying to
pretend I'm rich.

You is rich, miss Daisy.

No, I'm not.

And nobody can ever say
that I put on airs.

I mean, on forsyth street,

we only had meat once a week.

I mean, we did with
grits and gravy.

Well, I taught fifth grade
at the crew street school.

I mean, I, I did
without plenty of times,

I can tell you.

And now you're doing with.

What's so terrible in that?

Oh, you. I can't talk to you.

You don't understand me.

No'm, I don't.

I truly don't, 'cause if
I ever was to get a hold

of what you got,
I'd be shaking it around

for everybody
in the world to see!

That is vulgar!
Don't talk to me.

God dog it, now,
you vulgar fool.

Oh, oh, oh, what was that?

Oh, I heard what you just said.

Miss Daisy,
you needs a chauffeur,

and lord knows I needs this job.

Let's just leave it at that.

Good morning, mama.

What is the matter?

What? Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You're talking so fast
I can't understand you.

What? What, i--

oh... oh, all right, all right.

I'll come by on my way to work.

I-- I'll be there soon as I can!


I didn't expect to
find you in one piece.

I wanted you to be here.

I wanted you to hear it
for yourself.

Hear what? What is going on?

He's stealing from me.

Hoke? Are you sure?

I don't make empty accusations.

I have proof.

What proof?

This. Aha.

I caught him red-handed.

I found this

buried in the garbage pail
under some coffee grounds.

You mean he stole
a can of salmon?

Well, here it is. Oh, I knew.

I knew something was funny.

I mean, they all
take things, you know,

so I counted.

You counted?

Well, the silverware first

and then
the linen table napkins.

And then I went into the pantry.

And when I turned on the light,

the first thing
that caught my eye

was a hole behind
the corned beef.

There were only 8 cans of
salmon and I bought 9.

3 for a dollar on sale. Ha ha!

Very clever, mama!

You made me miss my breakfast

and be late for
a meeting at the bank

for a 33-cent can of salmon!

Here, here. You want 33
cents? Here's a dollar.

Here's $10--buy
a pantry full of salmon!

The very idea!

I mean, waving money at me
like I don't know--

I don't want the money!
I want my things!

One can of salmon?!

It was mine! I bought it!

And I put it there!

And he went into my
pantry and he took it,

and he never said a word.

I mean, I leave him
plenty of food every day

and I always tell him
exactly what it is.

I mean, it is like having

little children in the house.

I mean, they want something,
so they just take it.

Oh, no, not a smidgen of
manners, no conscience.

He'll never admit to this.

"Oh, no'm", he'll say.

"I don't know nothin'
about that."

Well, I don't like it!

I don't like that in my house.

I have no privacy.


Oh, go ahead and defend
him. You always do.

All right! I give up.

You want to drive
yourself again,

you just go ahead and arrange it

with the insurance company.

Take your blessed trolley.

Buy yourself a taxicab.

Anything you want.
Just leave me out of it.

Boolie, Boolie!

Morning, miss Daisy.

Hey! Whoa.

Excuse me, I didn't know
you was here, Mr. Werthan.


I think we have to have a talk.

Just a minute now.
Let me put my coat away.

I'll be right back.

Miss Daisy,

yesterday, when you was
out with your sister,

I ate a can of your salmon.

Now, I know you say eat
the leftover pork chops,

but they stiff.

Here, I done buy you
another can.

You want me to put it
in the pantry for you?

Yes... thank you, hoke.

Be right back, Mr. Werthan.

Good-bye, son. Ha ha!

Huh. I just
thinking, miss Daisy--

we've been out here
to this cemetery

3 times this month already.

It ain't even the twentieth yet.

It--it's nice to come
when the weather's fine.


Mr. Sig--his grave is
mighty well tended.

I believe you the best widow
in the state of Georgia.

Well, Boolie's always after
me to let the staff out here

tend to this plot.

"Perpetual care," they call it.

Oh, don't you do it.

It right to have somebody
from the family

looking after you.

Yeah, well, I'll
certainly never have that.

Boolie will have me
in perpetual care

before I'm cold.

Oh, come on now, miss Daisy.

Uh, hoke, take that pot of
azaleas for me

and set them on
Leo Bauer's grave.

Miss Rose Bauer's husband?

Yeah, that's right.

She asked me to bring
it out here for her,

and she's not very good
about coming.

I think, uh, it's--it's
somewhere over there,

on--i think it's
his birthday today,

to be truthful.

Where the grave at?

Uh, w--well, I'm not
exactly sure,

but I think it's over that way.

On the other side

of that weeping
cheery tree there.

Uh-huh. You'll
see the headstone.

It says "Bauer" on it.


Well, what's the matter?

Nothing the matter.
Miss Daisy...

I told you--yeah, I told you,

it's on the other side

of that weeping
cherry tree there.

And--and it says "Bauer"
on the headstone.

How would that look?

Uh, what are you talking about?

I'm talking about, I can't read.


I can't read.

Oh, that's ridiculous.
Anybody could read.

No. Not me.

Well, how--how come
I see you looking

at the paper every morning?

That's it, just looking.

I dope out what's happening

from the pictures.

Y--you know your
letters, don't you?


I just can't read!

Oh, stop saying that.
It's making me mad.

Now, look, if you
know your letters,

then you can read.

Look, ah, you just don't
know what you can read.

I've taught some
of the stupidest children

god ever put on
the face of this earth.

And all of them
could read enough

to find a name on a tombstone.

Now, the name is Bauer.

Buh, buh, buh--Bauer.

Now, what is that
"buh" letter sound?

Sound like a "b."

Of--of course. Buh, Bauer.


"Er." now that's
the second part.

Now, what does that "er"
sound like?

Er. "R," "r."

Er, er, er, "r." "R."

So, the first letter is a--


And the last letter is an "r."


"B," "r"; "B," "r";
"B," "r"; "B," "r."

Brr, bbb, bbb, bbb,

brr, brr, brr.

It even sounds like
"Bauer," doesn't it?

Does it?

That's it.

Now, you go over
there like I told you

in the first place,

and you find a headstone

that has a "b" at the beginning

and an "r" at the end,
and that'll be Bauer.

We ain't gonna worry about
what come in the middle?

That'll be enough
for you to find it.


Now, go on, now.

And don't you come back here
telling me you can't do it,

'cause you can.

Miss Daisy?

Uh-oh. What now?

I appreciate this, miss Daisy.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.
I didn't do anything.

Now, would you please hurry up

because I am
burning up out here?

All right, florine!

I'm on the phone with her now!

Mama, merry Christmas!

Listen, do florine
a favor, all right?

No, no, no! She's having a fit

and the grocery store
is closed today.

You got a package of coconut

in your pantry?

Would you bring it
when you come?

Hey, honey!

Your ambrosia's saved!

Mama's got the coconut!

Many thanks.
I will see you anon.

Ha, mama!

Ho ho ho!

Ho! At them lit up decorations.

Everybody's giving
the Georgia power company

a merry Christmas.

Miss florine got 'em all
beat with the lights.

Oh, she makes an ass out
of herself every year.


I mean, she always has
to hang a wreath

in every window she's got.


Oh, and that silly
Santa claus, you know,

winking on the front door.

I bet she have the
biggest tree in Atlanta.

Where'd you get 'em so large?


I mean, if I had a nose
like florine,

I wouldn't go round wishing
anybody a merry Christmas.

I enjoy Christmas at they house.

Yeah. It's no wonder.

You're the only Christian
in the place.

Except they got that new cook.

Well, florine never
could keep help.

Of course, it's none
of my affair.


And all that running around--

garden club this
and junior league that.

I mean, as if any one of them

would give her the time of day.

She'd die before she'd
fix a glass of iced tea

for the temple sisterhood.

Yes'm, you right.

I just hope she don't
decide to sing this year.

♪ Glo-o-o-o-oria

I mean, she sounds like she got

a bone stuck in her throat.

You done say a mouthful,
miss Daisy.

You didn't have to
bring me, you know.

I mean, b--Boolie
would have run me out.

I know that.

Well, why did you?

That my business, miss Daisy.


♪ And may

♪ all your christmases

♪ be white

Oh! Lookie there.

Miss florine done put
a Rudolph reindeer

in the dogwood tree.

Oh! If her grandfather,
old man freitag,

could see that. Ha ha!

What do you say?

He--he'd jump out of his grave

and snatch her
bald-headed. Ha ha!

Oh, ooh. Wait a minute, now.

Now--now, this isn't
a Christmas present.


You, you know I don't
give Christmas presents.

I sure do.


I--i just happened to
come across these

this morning on my way out.

Open it up.

Ain't nobody ever
give me a book.

"Handwriting copy
book, grade five."

Yeah, yeah,
well, i--i always taught

out of these, and I saved a few.


Uh, it's faded, but it works.


Now, if you practice,
you'll write nicely.

Uh, but you have to practice.

Now, I taught mayor hartsfield

out of this same book.

Thank you, miss Daisy.

Now, now, it's not
a Christmas present.


No, Jews have no business
giving Christmas presents.

Uh, you don't--you don't
have to yammer

about this
to florine and Boolie.

No, this is strictly
between you and me.

Yes, yes, yeah.

Oh, they seen us!

Mr. Werthan done turn
up the hi-fi.

And I hope I don't spit up.

Come on, now. Get a wiggle on!

Just emptying the trash.

Saturday, garbage day.

Where's mama?

She back in her room.


And she say go on without her.

I think she taking
on about this.

That's crazy! A car's a car.

Yes, sir, but she done
watch over this machine

like a chickenhawk.

One day we park in front
of the dry cleaner

down at the Plaza,
and this white man,

he looked like some kind
of lawyer, banker--

dressed up real fine.

But he done lay his satchel

up on our car...

While he open up
his trunk, you know.

And, oh, lord.
What'd he do that for?

Before I could stop her,

your mama jump out
the back door,

run that man every which way.

She--she is wicked
about her paint job.

Did she tell you this new
car has air conditioning?

She says she don't
like no air cool.

Say it give her the neck ache.

Well, you know how
mama fought me,

but it's time for a trade.

She's losing equity on this car.

I bet both of you'll
miss this old thing.

Not me! Uh-uh.

Oh, come on.

You're the only one that's
driven it all this time.

Aren't you just

a little sorry to see it g--

it ain't going nowhere.

I done bought it. Ha ha!

You did not!

I just made the deal

with Mr. Red Mitchell
at the car place.

For how much?

That's for him and me to know.

For god's sake.

Why didn't you just buy
it right from mama?

You'd have saved money.

Your mama in my business
enough as it is.

I ain't studyin' makin'

no monthly car payments to her.

This is mine the regular
way. What?

It's a good car, all right.

I guess nobody knows
that better than you.

Best to ever come off the line.

And this new one--


Miss Daisy don't take to it,

I let her ride in this
here now and again.

That's mighty nice of you.

Well, we all doing what we can.


Keep them ashes off
my upholstery.

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

It's three after 7:00.


You said we leaving
at fifteen to 8:00.

At the latest, I said.

Now, what business you got

dragging this here out
the house by yourself?

Well, who was here to help me?

Miss Daisy, it don't take

more than five minutes

to load up the trunk.

You fixing to break

both your arm
and your legs, too,

before we even get
out of Atlanta.

Well, i--

you taking on too much.

I hate leaving things
till the last minute.

What you talking about?

You ready to go for the
last week and a half.

Here. Ain't that--

oh, no, don't tou--
no, don't touch that!

That Mr. Walter's present?

Uh, yes, but I'm gonna
hold it. It's very fragile.

Gonna hold it on
the seat with me.



Well, you almost missed us.

Thought you all were
leaving at quarter of.

She taking on.

Oh, be still.

Florine sent
this for uncle Walter.

Well, it's not a snake, mama.

How appro--

I think it's note paper.

Oh, how appropriate.
Uncle Walter can't see.

Maybe it's soap.

Well, how nice that you show

such an interest


don't start up, mama.

I cannot go to mobile with you!

I have to go to New York
tonight for the convention.

You know that.

Oh--and the convention's
on Monday,

and I know that, too.

Just leave florine out of it.

She wrote away for those
tickets eight months ago.

Oh, I'm sure that "my fair lady"

is more important than
your own flesh and blood.


Oh, those christians
will be mighty impressed.

I can't talk to you
when you're like this.

I got to talk to hoke.

Yeah, well, they expect us

for a late supper in mobile.

You'll be there.

Well, they--they'll fix crab.

I mean, they always
fix great crab.


I don't know how
you're gonna stand

all day in the car.

She don't mean nothing.
She's just worked up.

Well, here's $50 in case
you run into trouble.

Don't show it to mama.
You got your map?

She got it in with her.
Study every inch of the way.


I'll be at

the ambassador hotel
in New York--

on park Avenue!

It's 7:16!

You should have a job
on the radio

announcing the time.

I want to miss rush hour.

uncle Walter for me.

Did you have the air
conditioning checked?

Kiss everybody in mo--

I told you to have the air
conditioning checked.

Yes'm, I done it.
What the difference?

You don't never 'low
me to turn it on.

Oh, hush up.


Bye-bye, dear. Bye.

Good luck.

Good god.

Mmm mmm mmm mmm!

Idella stuff eggs good.

Mm-hmm, well, you
stuff yourself good.

I--i was just thinking about

the first time i--
I went to mobile.

It--it was Walter's
wedding, 1888.



You weren't nothing but
a little child.

Well, I was twelve.

We went on the train.

And I was so excited

'cause i'd--I'd never been
on a train before.

I'd never been
in a wedding party,

and I'd never seen the ocean!

Papa said it wasn't the ocean,

it--it was
the--the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, it was all the same to me.


I remember, we were at
a picnic somewhere.

Eh, somebody must have
taken us bathing.

And--and I asked papa

if I could dip
my hand in the water.

And he laughed. Ha ha!

Be--because I was so timid,

you know, and--ha ha!

And--and then I tasted
the salt water

on my fingers.

Silly, the things you
remember, you know?

No sillier than most of
what folks remember.



You talk about first time--

I ever tell you about
the first time

I ever leave
the state of Georgia?

Uh, no, when was that?

About 25 minutes back.


You pulled my leg.

That's right, first time.

My daughter, she married
to a Pullman Porter

on the n.C. & St. Louis
line, you know.

And she all the time going--

Detroit, New York, St. Louis.

Talking about snow
up around her waist

and riding in the subway car.

And I says "well, that
very nice, tommie Lee,

but I just don't feel the need."

So, this it, miss Daisy,
and I got to tell you,

Alabama ain't looking
like much so far.

It's--it's nicer

on the other side of Montgomery.

If you say so.

Can I have one of these
here peaches, ma'am?

Oh, sure. Help yourself.

Oh! Oh, my god.

What happen?

Oh, lord. We're--
we're going the wrong way.

Oh. That--that signpost said
30 miles to phenix city.

Well, we're--we're not
supposed to go

to phenix city!

Maybe you done read it wrong.

Oh no, no. No, no, I didn't.

We'll turn around. Turn around.

Oh, my god.
Here. Just stop the car.

Stop the car right-- right now.

You--you see here?

You took the wrong turn
at opelika.

Well, you took it with me

and you reading the map!

Oh. Well--we'll stop.
We'll--we'll turn around.

Turn around, turn around.

It ain't been but 30
minutes since we turned.

Oh. Oh my god.

I'm such an idiot.

Now, I never should
have come in the car

alone with you.

It was Boolie's fault.

I--i should have taken
the train.

I mean, I'd be safe
on the train.

I--i just should
have taken the train.

Yes'm, you should have.

♪ And when I'm gone

♪ and at my grave you stand

♪ just say god's called home

♪ you ramblin' man

oh, they fixed crab for us.

I mean,

minnie always fixes crab.

I mean, they go to
so much trouble.


Now--now it's
all ruined. Oh, lord.

We've got to pull over,
miss Daisy.

Oh, is there something
wrong with the car now?

Oh, no'm. I've
got to be excused.


I've got to make water.

Well, why didn't you
think of that

back at
the standard oil station?

Colored can't use the toilet

at no standard oil,
you know that.

Well, we can't stop now.

We'll be in mobile soon.
You can wait.


Yeah. Yeah.


I said, you can wait!

Yes, ma'am. I heard you!

How do you think I feel

having to ask you,
when can I make my water?

Like I some damn dog.

Well, I'd be ashamed, hoke.

I ain't no dog,
and I ain't no child.

And I ain't just the back
of the neck you look at

while you're going
wherever you want to go.

I a man nearly 72 years old!

And I know when my bladder full.

And I getting out this car
and going off down the road

like I got to do.

And I'm taking the car key
this time,

and that's the end of it.

Hoke! Hoke!


Hoke? Ohh...

Well, hoke!

Isn't this your day off?

To what do I owe this honor?

We got to talk.

What is it?


It Mr. Sinclair Harris.

My cousin sinclair?

His wife.


The one talk funny?

She's from canton, Ohio.

Yes, sir.

Well, she trying to hire me.


She phone when she know
miss Daisy would be out.

And she say...

"How are they
treating you, hoke?"

You know how she sound
like her nose stuff up.

I say, "fine."

She say, "well, if you're
looking for a change,

you know where to call."

I'll be damned.

I thought you
want to know about it.

I'll be god damned!

Ain't she a mess?

Then she say,
"name your salary."

I see.

And did you?

Did I what?

Name your salary.

Now, what you think I am?

I ain't startin' working

for no trashy
something like her.

But she got you to thinking...

Didn't she?

You might could say that.

Name your salary?

"Name... your salary."

That's what she say.

Well... how does
$65 a week sound?

Sounds pretty good.
$75 sound better.

So it does.

Beginning this week.

That's mighty nice of you,
Mr. Werthan.

I--i appreciate that.


Mr. Werthan?


You ever had people
fighting over you?


Well, I tell you, it feel good.


Mama! Oh, thank goodness.

I was afraid your
phone would be out.

No, but i--
I don't have any power.

No, nobody does.
That's why I called.

Well, I found some
candles. And, you know,

it re--it reminded me of
gaslight on forsyth street.

It seems like we had ice storms

all the time back then. Ha ha!

I can't come after you

because my driveway
is a sheet of ice.

I--I'm sure yours is, too.

Yeah, well, I'm fine, Boolie.

I imagine they're working

on the lines now.

I'll go listen to my car radio

and call you back.

Don't go anywhere.

Oh--oh, really?

I--i was hoping to have a jog

around the neighborhood.

You're a doodle, mama.

Love to florine.

That's the biggest lie
I will tell all day.

Who is it?

Oh! Hoke...

Good morning, miss Daisy.

What in the world? Oh, my god.

Oh. I learn to drive on ice

when I deliver milk for
avondale dairy.

Ain't much to it.

I slip around a little
coming down briarcliff,

but nothing happen.

Other folks banging
into each other

like they in
the funny papers, though.

I stop at the 7-Eleven.

I figure your stove out.

And lord knows

you've got to have your
coffee in the morning.

Oh, how sweet of you, hoke.


We ain't had good coffee

round here since idella pass.

Well, that's true.

I mean, I can fix her biscuits

and you can fry her chicken,

but nobody could make
idella's coffee.

I wonder how she did it.

I don't know'm.

Every time the "hit
parade" come on TV,

it put me in mind of idella.


Sittin' up in the chair,
her daughter say,

spry as the flowers
in springtime.

Watching the "hit
parade" like she'd done

every Saturday the lord sent.

And then during

the "lucky strike extra,"

all of a sudden,

she belch and she gone.

Idella was lucky.

Yes'm... 'Spec she was.

Mmm. Where you going?

Put these there things up

and take off my overshoes.

Well, i--i didn't think
you'd come today.

What you mean? It
ain't my day off, is it?

I don't know what you're
gonna do around here,

except keep me company.

I was thinking
I light us a fire.

Mmm, mmm.

Oh, eat anything you
want out of the icebox

'cause they're all
gonna spoil anyway.


Oh, and, uh, you can wipe up

what you tracked on
my kitchen floor.

Now, miss Daisy, what
you think I am, a mess?

Yes, that's exactly
what I think you are.

All right, then.

All right, all right,
all right. All right.

Oh, get on.


It'll all be melted
by this afternoon.

They said so on the radio.

I'll be out after you

as soon as I can get
down the driveway.

Well, stay where
you are, Boolie.

Hoke is here with me.

How in the hell
did he manage that?

Oh, he's very handy.

I'm fine.

I don't need a thing
in the world.


Have I got the right number?

I never heard you
say loving things

about hoke before.

I didn't say I love him.
I said he was handy!


Oh, honestly.

Are you trying to upset
me and irritate me

in the middle of an ice storm?

Well, what is it? What, what--

what in the world
took you so long?

Couldn't help it.
Big mess up yonder.

Well, well, what is it?

I mean, I might as well not
go to the temple at all now.

You can't go to temple
today, miss Daisy.

Well, why not?

I mean, what in the world
is the matter with you?

Somebody done bomb the temple.

What?! Bomb the temple?

Yes'm. That's why we
stuck here so long.

Oh, I can't believe it.

That's what the policeman

tell me up yonder.

He say it happen about
a half-hour ago.

Oh, my god!
Well, was anybody there?

I mean, were people hurt?

He didn't say.

Well, who would do that?

You know as good as me.

Always be the same ones.

Well, it's a mistake.

I'm sure they meant to bomb
the conservative synagogue

or--or the orthodox one.

I mean, everybody knows
that the temple is reform.

Everybody knows that.

It don't matter to them people.

A Jew is a Jew to them folks.

Just like light or dark,

we're all the same--niggers.

Oh, I can't believe it,
honest to god.

Well, I know just how you
feel, miss Daisy.

Back down there above
macon on the farm,

I about ten, eleven years old,

and one day my friend Porter,

his daddy

hanging from a tree.

And the day before,

he laughing and pitching
horseshoes with us

and talking about Porter and me

gonna have strong,
good right arms like him.

And then he hanging up yonder

with his hands
tied behind his back

and the flies all over him.

And I seen that
with my own eyes,

and I throw up
right where I standing.

So, you go on and cry.

I'm not crying.


The idea. Why did
you tell me that?

I don't know. It just
seemed like this here mess

put me in mind of it.

Oh, but that's ridiculous.

I mean, the temple's got
nothing to do with that.

So you say.

Well, we--we don't even
know what happened.

How do you know that

that policeman
was telling the truth?

Now, why would that
policeman go and lie

about a thing like that?

Well, you never get
anything right.

Miss Daisy!

Somebody done bomb
that place and you know it.

Oh, go on, go on.

I don't want to hear
any more about it.

I see if I can get us out
of here and take you home.

You'll feel better--

I don't feel bad!

You're the boss.

Oh, stop talking to me.

Thank you, red.

And--and thank you all.


I am deeply grateful

to be chosen man of the year
by the Atlanta business council.

An--an honor
I have seen bestowed

on some mighty fine fellas,

and which i--i certainly never
expected to come to me.

I--I'm afraid the loss
here and the gain here

have given me an air of
competence I don't possess.

I tell you, I...

I sure wish my father...

And my grandfather
could see this.

72 years ago, they opened

a--a little
hole-in-the-wall shop

on whitehall street
with one printing press.

They managed
to grow with Atlanta,

and to this day
the Werthan company believe

we want what Atlanta wants.

This award proves
we might be right!

Thank you.

Oh, oh, oh! One more thing.

If the jackets whup the dogs up
in Athens Saturday afternoon,

I'll be a completely
happy man. Ha ha ha!

Oh, hi there, miss McClatchey!

Ha ha ha!
You always recognize my voice.

Uh-huh. Ha ha!

What a shame a wonderful
girl like you never married.

Ooh, I see.


Miss McClatchey, is my son in?

Oh, oh, no. Don't pull him
out of a sales meeting.

Just--just give him
a message for me.

Tell him that I bought the seats
for the uja banquet.

Yeah, that's right,
the uja banquet

Honoring Martin Luther King
on the 17th.

oh, well, well,
aren't you sweet to say so.

Uh-huh. Ha ha!

Well, now, listen,
don't you worry.

My cousin tillie in chattanooga

married for the first time
at 57.

Uh-huh. Ha ha!

There you go!

Bye. Ha ha.

Mama, how do you feel?

Well, not a good question

asking somebody nearly 90.

Well, you look fine.

Well, it's my ageless appeal.

UH, MISS McClatchey

About the banquet.

Yeah, florine is invited, too.

Oh, thank you very much.

Yeah, I thought
hoke could drive us

'cause we're gonna be a crowd.


We have to talk about this.

Yeah. Talk about what?

The feasibility of all this.

Well, all right. You drive.

I was just trying to be helpful.

You know, I believe
Martin Luther King

has done some
mighty fine things.

Boolie, if you don't
want to go to this dinner,

why don't you come
right out and say so?

I want to go. You know
how I feel about him.

Of course, but florine--

florine has nothing
to do with it!

I still have to conduct

business in this town!

And the Werthan company
will go out of business

if you attend the king dinner?

Not exactly,
but a lot of the men

I do business with
wouldn't like it.

They wouldn't come
right out and say so.

They'd just snicker
and call me...

"Martin Luther Werthan"
behind my back,

something like that.

And I'd begin to notice
my banking business

wasn't being handled
by the top dogs.

Maybe I'd start to miss out on

a few special favors,
a few tips.

I wouldn't hear about

certain lunch meetings
at the commerce club,

little things

you can't quite
put your finger on.

And Jack Raphael
over at ideal press,

he's a New York Jew--

instead of a Georgia Jew.

And as long as you've
got to deal with Jews,

the really smart ones
come from New York,

don't they?

So some of the boys

might start throwing business

to Jack instead of old
Martin Luther Werthan.

I don't know. Maybe
it wouldn't happen,

but that's the way it works.

If we don't use these seats,

somebody else will,

and--and the good
Dr. King will never

know the difference, will he?

S-So if we don't use
these seats,

I'm not supposed to go either?

Mama! You can do
whatever you want.

Oh, thanks for your permission

can I ask you something?

When did you get so riled up

about Martin Luther King?

Time was I'd have heard
a different story.

Why, Boolie, I've never been
prejudiced, and you know it!

Ok, why don't you ask hoke

to go to the dinner with you?

Hoke? Oh, don't be
ridiculous. He wouldn't go.

Ask him and see.

I don't know
why you still drive.

You can't see.

Yes'm, I can.

You didn't see that mailbox.

How you know what I didn't see?

Almost poked a hole
through my window!

I mean, this car's
all scratched up.

Ain't no such-a thing.

Well, how would you know?
You can't see.

I mean, what a shame--
brand-new car.

You got this car
two years come march.


Oh, oh, you missed the turn.

Ain't this dinner
at the biltmo'?

You know it is.

Well, biltmo'
straight this-a way.

Oh, you know so much.

Yes'm, I do.

Ah, look, I've lived
in Atlanta all my life.

And ain't run a car in 20 years.

Boolie said the silliest
thing the other day.

Is that right?

Oh. Well, he's too old
to be so foolish.

Yes'm? What did he say?

Oh, he--he was t--talking about

Martin Luther King.

You know him, I suppose?

Martin Luther King? No'm.

Oh. Oh, i--i was sure you did.

Uh, but you--but you've
heard him preach?

Same way as you-- over the TV.

Uh-huh. I think he's wonderful.


You know,
you could go over there

and--and see him in person
any time you wanted.

Over there at the, um--


The ebenezer baptist church.

Now, any sunday,
and there he'll be.

What you getting at, miss Daisy?

Well, it...

It's so silly.

Boo--Boolie said that you

wanted to go to this
dinner with me tonight.

Did you tell him that?

No'm, I didn't.

No, i--i didn't think you did.

I mean, what would be the point?

You ca--you can go over
there any time you want.

You know, whenever you want.

You want the front
door or the side door

to the biltmore?

I--i think the side door.

Isn't it wonderful
how things are changing?

What you think I am?


Miss Daisy?

What do you mean?

You--you think I just
some something,

sitting up here,

don't know nothing
'bout how to do?

I--i don't know
what you're talking about.

Invitation to this here dinner?

Come in the mail a month ago.

Now, did be you want me
to go with you,

how come you wait
till we in the car

on the way to ask me?

Well, well--all--all I
said was that Boolie

said you wanted to go.

Oh, no. No.

You're welcome to come, hoke.


Oh, my stars.

Aren't you the great big baby.

Never mind baby,

next time you ask me some
place, ask me regular.

Oh, well you--you don't
have to carry on so.

That's all. Let's drop it.

Oh, honestly.

I'll help you to the door.

Uh, thank you, hoke.
I--i can help myself.

Things changing?

They ain't change all that much.

Keep this movement going.

Keep this movement rolling.

In spite of the difficulties,

and we're gonna have
a few more difficulties.

Keep climbing, keep moving.

If you can't fly, run.

If you can't run, walk.

If you can't walk, crawl,

but by all means, keep moving.

♪ We are not afraid

♪ today

♪ ay-ay

♪ oh, deep

♪ in my heart

♪ I do believe

♪ oh

♪ we shall overcome

♪ some day...

Hello, hoke. How are you?

I'm tolerable, Mr. Werthan.

What can I do
for you this morning?

It's your mama.

What's the matter?

She worked up.

Why should today be different

from any other day?

No, sir, this ain't the same.



She thinks she's teaching
school, and i'm--

I'm real worried about her.

She ain't making sense.

I'll be right there.

Thank you, sir.

Hoke? Hoke?


Oh, where--where--where'd
you put my papers?

Ain't no papers, miss Daisy.

But my papers--i had them
all corrected last night.

And I put 'em down front

so that I wouldn't forget them

on the way to school!

What'd you do with them?

You talking outta your head.

The children will be
so disappointed

if I don't give them
their papers back.

Ah, 'cause i--i always
give them back the next day.

And that's why they like me.

Why aren't you helping me?

What you want me
to do, miss Daisy?

Give me the papers.

I won't be mad with you
if you moved them,

but I've got to get
to school now

'cause I'll be late.

And who will be there
to take care of my class?

They'll be all alone.
Oh, god, oh, god!

Sit--sit down.

I do everything wrong.

You're about to fall
and hurt yourself.

Come, come on, now.
Miss Daisy...

No, no. It doesn't matter.

Ain't nothing awful except
the way you carrying on.

I'm sorry. It's all my
fault. Oh, god. Oh, god.

No, ma'am. No, ma'am.
Ain't no papers, please.

Please, ma'am.
No papers. Please...

Yeah. No, no, no, no, no.

What difference does it make?

The children are waiting,
and I don't have the papers.

No, they ain't!

You ain't no teacher no more!

Miss Daisy, ain't nothing
the matter with you.

Your mind done took a turn
this morning, that's all.

Oh, go on. Just go on.

Come on. Sit down.

I don't want to hear
about--i just want--

you'll snap right back if you
just let yourself. Sit down.

I can't, I can't!

You're a lucky old woman,
you know that?

No, I'm not.

No, it's a mess and I can't
do anything about it.

You're rich and--and you're--

you're well for your time.

And you got people care
about what happens to you.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You want something to cry about,

I'll take you to the state home

and show you what laying
out there in the halls.

I bet none of them take
on bad as you're doing.

No, no, because I got to go
back to those children.

They're waiting for me
and they're--

no, no, no children.

Those sweet children.

Now, you keep that up,
I promise,

Mr. Werthan
call the doctor on you.

Just sure as you're born,
that doctor gonna have you

in the insane asylum before
you know what hit you.

That the way you want it to be?

Is that the way...

You want it to be?


You--you still got
that oldsmobile?

From when I first come here?

Oh, go on, miss Daisy.

That thing been in the junkyard

15 years or more.

I driving your
next-to-last car now.

'63 Cadillac
running fine as wine.

Oh, you ought not to be driving

anything the way you see.

Well, how--how you know
the way I see

unless you looking
out of my eyes?



You're my best friend.

Come on, now, miss Daisy.
You just--

no. R--really, you are.

You are.


You didn't drive
yourself out here?

Oh, no, sir. I don't drive now.

My granddaughter run me out.

My lord, is she
old enough to drive?


She--she teach biology
at--at Spelman College.

I never knew that.

Yes, sir.


I've, uh...

Taken most of what
I want out of the house.

Is there anything you'd like
before the goodwill comes?

My--my place is full
to bursting now.

It feels funny to sell the house

while mama's still alive.

I--i agree.

But she hasn't even
been inside the door

for two years.

I know I'm doing
the right thing.

Don't get me into it.

I'm not gonna say
anything to her about it.

You right there.

By the way, hoke,

your check is going to
keep coming

every week,

as long as you're there
to get it.


I appreciate that, Mr. Werthan.

You can rest easy about it.

Thank you, sir.

I don't suppose you get
out to see mama very much.

It hard not driving,

and--and that place
ain't on no bus line.

I--i goes in a taxicab sometime.

Oh, I'm sure she appreciates it.

Well, s--some days

she better than
others. Who ain't?

We better get on out there.

Get on out there.

Oh, here.

Thank you, sir.

I guess you have a turkey
dinner to get to,

and, oh, so do I.

Oh, why don't we call
your granddaughter,

tell her I'll
run you home after.

Thank you, sir.


Better get a move on.

Happy Thanksgiving, mama.

Look who I brought.

Good morning, miss Daisy.

You keeping yourself busy?

She certainly is.

Why, she goes to jewelry making.

How many times a week
is it, mama?

Oh, she makes all
kinds of things.

Pins and--and-- and bracelets.


She's a regular Tiffany's.

Well, ain't that something.

Oh, hoke! You know--

I thought of you the other
morning on the expressway.

I saw an avondale milk truck.

You don't say!

Oh! A big monster of a thing.

It must have had 16 wheels.

I wonder how you'd have
liked driving that around?

Hoke came to see me, not you.

This one of her good days.

Florine says to wish you

a happy Thanksgiving, mama.

She's in Washington, you know.

You remember, mama,

she's a republican national
committee woman now.

Good god.


What is it, mama?

Uh, go charm the nurses.

She wants you all to herself.

You're a doodle, mama.

Boolie still paying you?

Every week.

How much?

That between me
and him, miss Daisy.

A highway robbery.

How are you?

Doing the best I can.

Me, too.


That's all there is to it, then.


Looka here!

You ain't eat your
Thanksgiving pie.

Let me help you with that.