Baran (2001) - full transcript
Young Lateef works on a construction site in Tehran with some Turks and a few illegal Afghan workers. When Lateef is given heavier tasks to compensate for new Afghan worker Rahmat, he resents his displacement and treats Rahmat cruelly. After one of his pranks, however, Lateef discovers Rahmat's secret--he is a girl named Baran. Latif's heart softens towards Baran and he shows his new affection for her by doing what he can to ease the hardships she suffers at work. When government inspectors force all Afghans to be fired from the site, Lateef discovers he cannot bear to be without her. Jeopardizing social standing and endangering his own well being, Lateef stops at nothing to save his love.
And did you know,
as a girl growing up,
that one day you'd be a maid?
Yes, ma'am, I did.
And you knew that because...
My mama was a maid.
My grandmama was a house slave.
Do you ever dream
of being something else?
What does it feel like
to raise a white child
when your own child's at home being
looked after by somebody else?
I done raised 17 kids in my life.
Looking after white babies,
that's what I do.
I know how to get them babies to sleep,
stop crying and go in the toilet bow/
before their mamas even
get out of bed in the morning.
Babies like fat.
They like big fat legs, too.
That I know.
You is kind, you is smart...
...you is important.
- You is smart...
- ...you is kind...
- ...you is kind...
- ...you is important.
- ...you is important.
That's so good.
That's so good.
I work for the Leefolts
from eight to four; Six days a week.
I make 95 cent an hour.
That comes to $182 every month.
I do all the cooking, cleaning, washing,
ironing and grocery shopping.
But mostly, I take care of Baby Girl.
And, Lord, I worry she gonna be fat.
Ain't going to be
no beauty queen either.
Aibileen, bridge club is in an hour.
Did you finish the chicken salad?
- Oh, and Hilly's deviled eggs.
- No paprika.
Does this dress look homemade?
I reckon when you finish it won't.
Well, thank you.
Miss Leefolt still don't
pick Baby Girl up but once a day.
The birthing blues got hold
of Miss Leefolt pretty hard.
I done seen it happen plenty of times,
once babies start having
their own babies.
And the young
white ladies of Jackson...
...oh Lord, was they having babies.
But not Miss Skeeter.
No man and no babies.
- My name is Eugenia Phelan, and...
- Come on.
Eugenia Phelan, Mr. Blackly.
Shut the damn door.
I guarantee you, one day they're going
to figure out cigarettes will kill you.
OK, Miss Phelan,
let's see what you got.
Ole Miss Rebel Rousert editor.
- Damn, girl, don't you have fun?
- Is that important?
- Do you have any references?
This is a rejection letter.
Not exactly. See, Miss Stein thought...
Elaine Stein, from Harper and Row
Publishing in New York.
I'm gonna be a serious writer,
I applied for a job,
but Mrs. Stein thought...
She said no.
Well, until I gain some experience.
See? Says right there.
"Great potential. Gain some experience
and please apply again."
Oh, Christ. I guess you'll do.
Do you clean?
- I'm sorry. Clean?
Grab that basket.
Miss Myrna has gone
shit-house crazy on us.
She drunk hairspray or something.
I want you to read her past columns.
Then read these letters and you
answer them just like she would.
Nobody is gonna know
the damn difference.
You know who Miss Myrna is?
I read her articles all the time.
Articles? Miss Phelan,
it's a cleaning advice column.
Eight bucks a week.
Copy is due on Thursday.
Lou Ann, honey, I can't talk right now.
I'm at work.
What? Shut that goddamn door.
Mama, we're late for bridge!
Miss Hilly was the first
of the babies to have a baby.
And it must have come out of her like
the 11th Commandment,
'cause once Miss Hilly had a baby,
every girl at the bridge table
had to have one, too.
Minny, go get Mama!
you need help coming down?
- I'm down.
- I been down.
- Give me a heart attack.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Missus Walters.
Here, let me help you.
Take that off.
It's 98 degrees out there.
- Is it?
- Yes, ma'am.
Well, let's put my coat on then.
- Come on, Minny.
- All right.
- Here's your pocketbook.
- Thank you.
OK, let me get the pie.
Hold on, Missus Walters. Hold on.
Once Missus VVa/ters' arteries went hard,
Miss Hilly moved her into her house
and Hred the maid she had
to make room for Minny too.
See, Minny about the best cook
and Miss Hilly wanted her.
I lost my own boy, Treelore,
four years ago.
After that, I just didn't want
to live no more.
It took God and Minny
to get me through it.
Minny my best friend.
Old lady like me lucky to have her.
After my boy died, a bitter seed
was planted inside of me.
And I just didn't feel
so accepting anymore.
You drunk up two glasses of grape juice.
I know you got to tee-tee.
I'll give you two cookies if you go.
Mae Mobley, you're going!
Aibileen, the girls are
pulling up, and the table isn't set.
Mae Mobley go, Mama.
Get in your room right now.
Set out the dessert forks. Please.
Put Mama in a chair
before she breaks a hip.
I'm not deaf yet, Hilly.
Oh. Minny. Will you see if Aibileen
has some of that ambrosia?
Hold on. Those are Miss Hilly's.
She looks like the winning
horse at the Kentucky Derby.
All flowers and bows.
Got to have paprika on them.
Forgive me, Lord, but I'm gonna have
to kill that woman, Aibileen.
Now she gone to putting pencil marks
on my toilet paper.
- Did she?
But I carry paper in from my own
damn house. That fool don't know.
Miss Leefolt got so much hairspray
on her head
she gonna blow us all up
if she light a cigarette.
And you know she will!
- You got some ambrosia?
- You know I do.
All right, I'll be back.
Minny, cord, girl.
The Guiding Light.
Hi, Missus Walters.
I'm watching my story.
Isn't it gorgeous?
Sorry I'm late.
I missed you all, too.
Well, if it isn't "Long Haul" Skeeter.
We didn't ever think
you'd leave Ole Miss.
Well, it does take four years, Jolene.
I've got a great summer planned for you.
I went ahead and I picked up my black
dress from the cleaners this morning.
- About supper club tonight.
Honey, Stuart had to cancel.
He got held up on the oil rig, Skeeter.
It's... It's offshore.
I'm starting to think this Stuart
is a figment of your imagination,
so just forget it.
I'm just gonna go get a plate.
I got a job today.
At The Jackson Journal.
They'd be a fool not to hire you.
To Skeeter and her job.
Last stop till marriage.
- It's for the Miss Myrna column.
Elizabeth, can I talk to Aibileen?
Just to help me with some of the letters
till I get a knack for it.
Why can't you just
get Constantine to help?
Constantine quit us.
Oh, my gosh. Skeeter, I'm so sorry.
Anyway, I just, um... I don't really
know how to answer these letters.
Well, I mean, as long as it doesn't
interfere with her work.
I don't see why not.
Hello. Is Elizabeth in?
She having bridge club right now.
May I take a message?
Yes, please tell her Celia Foote
I'll call back tomorrow.
- Yes, ma'am.
I'm looking for some help at my house.
Do you know any maids looking?
OK. It's Celia Foote.
You scared the daylights out of me!
It is lunchtime,
and I am suddenly hungry.
I'm still working on it, Aibileen.
Who was that on the phone?
Miss Celia Foote called again.
I've never called her back, Hilly.
She can't take a hint, can she?
Who's Celia Foote?
That tacky girl Johnny married.
From Sugar Ditch.
It could have been you, Hilly.
And live 30 minutes outside of town?
No, thank you.
Anyway, I ran into her at the beauty
parlor, and she had the nerve to ask
if she could help with
the Children's Benefit Ball.
Aren't we taking non-members?
The benefit has gotten so big.
Yes, but we're not telling her.
Thank you, Aibileen.
Hilly, I wish you'd just
go use the bathroom.
Oh, she's just upset
because the nigra uses the guest bath
and so do we.
Aibileen, go check on Mae Mobley.
Just go use mine and Raleigh's.
If Aibileen uses the guest bath,
I'm sure she uses yours, too.
She does not.
Wouldn't you rather them
take their business outside?
Have you all seen the cover
of Life this week?
Jackie's never looked more regal.
Tell Raleigh every penny he spends
on a colored's bathroom
he'll get back in spades
when y'all sell.
It's just plain dangerous. They carry
different diseases than we do.
That's why I've drafted
the Home Health Sanitation Initiative.
A disease-preventative bill
that requires every white home to have a
separate bathroom for the colored help.
It's been endorsed
by the White Citizens' Council.
Maybe we should just build you
a bathroom outside, Hilly.
You ought not to joke
about the colored situation.
I'll do whatever it takes
to protect our children.
Your lead, Elizabeth.
- Yes, ma'am.
Do you think you'd be willing to help me
with those Miss Myrna letters?
Miss Myrna get it wrong a lot of times.
Be good to get it right.
Thank you, Aibileen.
All that talk in there today...
I'm sorry you had to hear that.
Is that Preacher Green's sermon?
Yes, ma'am, it is.
That reminds me so much of my maid,
I know Constantine.
We're in church circle together.
Have you seen her lately?
Did you know that she had quit us?
I got home from school a week ago,
and my mama told me she had quit.
Back in March, she went to live with
her daughter, Rachel. In Chicago.
Did you hear that?
Do you have her phone number?
There you are, Skeeter.
Hilly wants you to put her initiative
in the League newsletter.
I'll be back tomorrow, Aibileen,
to get started on those
Miss Myrna letters.
Y'all make it quick.
Tomorrow is silver-polishing day. OK?
How you, Miss Eugenia?
Back here, honey!
Is this a little too young?
That's a little too everything.
Oh, hell. You're right.
Your daddy bought me this dress in '58.
Mama, I want to ask you
Right after Ole Miss won the Sugar Bowl.
Come on. You try it on.
What really happened?
Skeeter, your mother is sick.
She wants to see you in this dress.
Did I tell you Fanny Peatrow
After she got that teller job,
her mother said she was swimming
Good for fair Fanny Peatrow.
Eugenia, your eggs are dying.
Would it kill you to go on a date?
Just show a little gumption.
Careful now, careful.
Oh, now look at this.
This dress is just precious on you.
Just take it in a little here.
- Get your hair fixed.
- I got a job today.
Writing for The Jackson Journal.
You can write my obituary!
"Charlotte Phelan, dead!
Her daughter, still single."
Mother, would it really be so bad
if I never met a husband?
I need to ask you something.
I read the other day about how
some girls get unbalanced.
They start thinking these...
Do you, uh... find men attractive?
Are you having unnatural thoughts
about girls or women?
Oh, my God.
Because this article says there's
a cure. A special root tea!
Mother, I want to be with girls as much
as you want to be with Jameso.
- Unless, of course, you do!
Carlton's bringing Rebecca to dinner.
Try to look presentable!
What the hell you know
about cleaning a house, Skeeter?
It's a start, Carlton.
If you say so.
I thought you wanted to write books.
Now, y'all leave Sister alone.
- I'm proud of you, sweetheart.
- The irony of it all.
Giving advice on how to keep up a home
when she doesn't even...
Oh, no, Pascagoula. You couldn't have
known this, but I'm allergic to almonds.
Sorry, Miss Eugenia,
I'll get you another one.
You know, last time I had an almond,
I stopped liking men.
Oh, my Lord.
Oh, no, Rebecca, it's fine. There's
a special root tea for that now.
You have pushed it, young lady.
Daddy. What happened to Constantine?
Constantine went to live in Chicago
with her family.
People move on, Skeeter.
But I do wish that she'd
stayed down here with us.
I don't believe you.
She would've written and told me.
Did you fire her?
We were just a job to her, honey.
With them, it's all about money.
You'll understand that once you've
hired help of your own.
- She raised me.
- She did not!
She worked here for 29 years!
It was a colored thing
and I put it behind me!
Excuse me a moment, Rebecca. My daughter
has upset my cancerous ulcers.
What you doing hiding out here, girl?
I couldn't tell Mama I didn't
get asked to the dance.
It's all right.
Some things we just got to
keep to ourselves, right?
All the boys say I'm ugly.
Mama was third runner-up in
the Miss South Carolina pageant.
I wish you'd quit
feeling sorry for yourself.
Now, that's ugly.
Ugly is something that
goes up inside you.
It's mean and hurtful, like them boys.
Now you're not one of them, is you?
I didn't think so, honey.
Every day you're not
dead in the ground,
when you wake up in the morning, you're
gonna have to make some decisions.
Got to ask yourself this question:
"Am I gonna believe
all them bad things them fools
say about me today?"
You hear me?
"Am I gonna believe all them bad things
them fools say about me today'?"
As for your mama,
she didn't pick her life.
It picked her.
...you're gonna do
something big with yours.
You wait and see.
Come on, go home with me
till the dance over. Come on.
Miss Stein, you said in your letter
to write about what disturbs me,
particularly if it bothers no one else.
And I understand that now.
I'd like to write something
from the point of view of the help.
These colored women
raise white children,
and in 20 years,
those children become the boss.
We love them and they love us,
but they can't even use the toilets
in our houses.
Don't you find that ironic, Miss Stein?
Margaret Mitchell glorified
the mammy figure,
who dedicates her whole life
to a white family.
But nobody ever asked Mammy
how she felt about it.
So, a side to this never before heard?
'Cause nobody ever really
talks about it down here.
Skeeter, who are you
talking to in there?
- Who was that?
- My mother.
No maid in her right mind is ever gonna
tell you the truth.
That's a hell of a risk to take in
a place like Jackson, Mississippi.
I already have a maid.
Really? A Negro maid has already agreed
to speak with you?
Well... I guess I can read
what you come up with.
The book biz could use
a little rattling.
Thank you, Miss Stein.
Hey, hey, hey, all I'm saying
is that I'll let you know
if it's even worth pursuing.
And for God's sake, you're
a 23-year-old educated woman.
Go get yourself an apartment.
"Dear Miss Myrna:
When I'm chopping onions, how do I
keep tears out of my eyes?"
Shoot, that's easy. You tell
her hold a matchstick between her teeth.
Is it lit?
Miss Leefolt said
you could start right away.
Build it just like the bathroom
at my house. Let's see.
- Right there. That will be nice.
- Yes, ma'am.
My goodness, we got to run back
to the car. Come on.
There's something else I want to
write about. I would need your help.
I want to interview you about
what it's like to work as a maid.
I'd like to do a book of interviews
about working for white families.
And we could show what it's like
to work for, say, Elizabeth?
You know what Miss Leefolt do to me if
she knew I was telling stories on her?
I was thinking that we wouldn't
have to tell her.
The other maids would have
to keep it a secret, too.
I was hoping to get four or five.
To show what it's really like
Show what y'all get paid,
and the babies and the bathrooms.
The good and the bad.
I bought you this damn house.
I put up with your new clothes
and trips to New Orleans,
but this takes the goddamn cake.
Hilly spoke to the surgeon general,
and she also said it'll add value
to our home.
I guess Mae Mobley can go to college
in that damn bathroom!
Hilly's covering the cost and said
you could just do William's taxes
to pay her back.
We don't take orders
from the Holbrooks.
Skeeter, how you doing?
Fix me a sandwich, Aibileen.
Aibileen, Mae Mobley's
crying her eyes out.
I'm sorry, but I think it's best
if you leave now.
Oh, sure, sure.
And this Miss Myrna thing isn't going
to work out with Aibileen.
You're making it hotter,
flapping your arms like that, Minny.
Look how big the waves are, Minny.
Let's go to the beach.
Run, get Mr. Walters!
He loves riding these waves!
You know we went to Biloxi
on our honeymoon?
Are we in Biloxi, Minny?
No, ma'am. We ain't.
Why don't you sit down here for a spell.
And then me and you will go on down
to the beach in a little while.
How about that?
You go on ahead and use
the inside bath, Minny, it's all right.
Oh, for crying out loud,
it's just a little rain.
She can go on up and get an umbrella
from William's study.
I believe she was working for me
before you dragged us both here.
Daddy ruined you.
I'm just gonna get your tea.
Minny, are you in there?
And just what are you doing?
Get off my toilet!
You are fired, Minny Jackson!
died in Jackson that day.
Ten white and eight black.
God don't pay no mind to color once
He decide to set a tornado loose.
Aibee's here, honey.
Hurry, Aibileenl Mae Mobley
is up, and I'm off to the doctor!
That's Aibee's bathroom, Mama.
No, no, no, honey.
Promise me you won't go in there, OK?
I'm right here, Baby Girl.
Isn't it so nice
to have your own, Aibileen?
You're my real mama, Aibee.
- Is that Minny?
Where you headed?
I got some business to tend to,
so y'all just mind your own.
All right, then. Well, bye!
Now is she mad at me 'cause I got
that job at Miss Hilly's?
Don't worry about her.
She always mad about something.
Yes, ma'am. Everything OK?
Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you.
You got some more
Miss Myrna questions for me?
Oh, no, I just wanted to talk about...
We never finished our conversation
About that book I want to write?
I'd really like
to interview you, Aibileen.
I know it's scary.
They set my cousin
Shinelle's car on fire,
just 'cause she went down
to the voting station.
A book like this has never
been written before.
'Cause there's a reason.
I do this with you, I might as well
burn my own house down.
I promise we'll be careful.
This already ain't careful,
You not knowing that is what's
scaring me the most.
Scare me more than Jim Crow.
Here's my phone number.
- My car's here. I could take you home.
- No, ma'am.
"No person shall
require any white female"
to nurse in wards or rooms
in which Negro men are placed.
Books shall not be interchangeable
between the white and colored schools,
but shall continue to be used
by the race Hrst using them.
No colored barber shall serve as
a barber to white women or girls.
Any person printing, publishing
or circulating written matter
urging for public acceptance or social
equality between whites and Negroes
"is subject to imprisonment."
Aibileen, I done went and did it now.
I went to Miss Hilly's house
She done told every white woman
in town I'm a thief
Said I stole a candelabra.
But I got her back.
What you did?
I can't tell you.
I ain't telling nobody.
I done something terrible awful
to that woman,
and now she know what I done.
She got what she deserved, Aibileen.
But now I ain't gonna never get
no job again.
Oh, Lord, Leroy gonna kill me.
What you done did now, Minny?
- Get off that phone, woman!
- Leroy, please!
Please open your Bibles to Exodus.
Chapter four, verse ten.
God, having asked Moses
to free the Israelites...
"Oh, my Lord. I am not eloquent.
I am slow of speech and slow of tongue."
See, courage isn't just
about being brave.
Courage is daring to do what is right
in spite of the weakness of our flesh.
And God tells us,
commands us, compels us,
- to love. Amen?
by our Lord Jesus Christ,
is to be prepared to put yourself
in harm's way
for your fellow man.
And by your fellow man,
I mean your brother,
your sister, your neighbor,
your friend and your enemy.
If you can love your enemy,
you already have the victory.
Let's stand. All right.
Quick. Come quick.
I parked way up on State Street and
caught a cab here, like you asked.
Got dropped two streets over?
I know now that it's against the law,
what we're doing.
I've never seen you
out of uniform before.
You look really nice.
I ain't never had no white person
in my house before.
...what if you don't like what I
got to say... about white people?
This isn't about me.
It doesn't matter how I feel.
You gonna have to change my name.
Mine, Miss Leefolt's. Everybody.
Do you have other maids
that are interested?
That gonna be hard.
What about Minny?
Minny got her some stories,
but she ain't real keen on talking
to white peoples right now.
What does it feel like
to raise a white child
when your own child's at home being
looked after by somebody else?
Is that your son?
Can we move on to the next question?
You don't have to call me ma'am.
Do you want to talk about the bathroom?
Or anything about Miss Leefolt?
How she pays you, or has she ever
yelled at you in front of Mae Mobley?
I thought I might write my stories down
and read them to you.
Ain't no different than writing down
I don't say my prayers out loud.
I can get my point across
a lot better writing them down.
I write an hour,
sometimes two, every night.
And after my prayers last night,
I got some stories down, too.
"My first white baby to ever look after
was named Alton Carrington Speers.
It was 1925, and I had just turned 14.
I dropped out of school
to help Mama with the bills.
"Alton's mama died of lung disease."
I loved that baby. And he loved me.
That's when I learned I could make
children feel proud of theyself_
Alton used to always be asking me
how come I was black.
Just ate him up.
And one time, I told him it was because
I drank too much coffee.
You should have seen his face.
This was just so great.
I can't tell you how much I appreciate
your doing this with me.
What changed your mind?
And Miss Hilly Holbrook.
Miss Hilly, I would like to ask you
and Mr. William something.
My twin boys graduated from high school,
both on the honor roll.
Me and my husband, we been saving
for years to send them to Tougaloo.
We're short about $75
on one of the tuitions.
Whoo! I am late. I gotta get going.
See you tonight, honey.
Well, now we're...
...faced with having to choose
which son can go if we don't
come up with the money.
Would you consider giving us a loan?
I'd work every day for free
till it was paid off.
That's not working for free.
That's paying off a debt.
As a Christian, I'm doing you a favor.
See, God don't give charity to those
who are well and able.
You need to come up with this money
on your own. OK?
You'll thank me one day.
You cooking white food,
you taste it with a different spoon.
If they see you put the tasting spoon
back in the pot,
might as well throw it all out.
And you use the same cup, same fork,
same plate every day.
And you put it up in the cabinet.
You tell that white woman that's where
you're gonna keep it from now on out.
Don't do it and see what happens.
When you're sewing white folks coffee,
set it down in front of them.
Don't hand it to them,
'cause your hands can't touch.
And don't hit on they children.
White folks like to do
they own spanking.
And last thing. Come here.
Look at me.
I mean it.
Give your mama a kiss.
Leroy had made Sugar quit
school to help him with the bills.
And every day Minny
went without a job,
might have been a day Leroy
took her from our world.
Good morning, everybody.
But I knew.
I knew the only white lady Miss Hilly
hadn't gotten to with her lies.
No sass-mouthing, Minny Jackson.
Aibileen said you'd be on time.
I'm Celia Rae Foote.
I'm Minny Jackson.
You, uh... cooking something?
One of those upside-down cakes
from a magazine.
It ain't working out too good.
Come on, let's get you a cold Coca-Cola.
This here is the kitchen.
What in the hell?
I guess I got some learning to do.
You sure do.
Johnny's grandmama left him this house
when she died.
And then Johnny's mama
wouldn't let me change a thing.
But if I had it my way,
this place would be wall-to-wall
white carpet with gold trim.
None of this old stuff.
The main house has
five beds and baths,
and then the pool house has
two more beds and baths.
When y'all gonna start
having some children,
filling up all these empty beds?
- I'm pregnant now.
Gonna be eating for two.
That's double the cooking.
I know. It's an awful lotto do.
Five other maids have
already turned me down.
Let me at least get you some bus money.
Now, uh... when did you hear me say
I don't want to clean this house?
Wait. So you'll do it?
Ooh. No hugging. No hugging.
I'm sorry. This is the first time
I've hired a maid.
- You hungry?
- No, ma'am. Hold on a minute.
We gots to talk about
some things first.
I work Sunday through Friday.
No, you can't work at all
on the weekends.
OK. What time you want me here?
After 9:00, and you gotta leave
What your husband say you can pay?
Johnny doesn't know
I'm bringing in help.
And what Mr. Johnny gonna do
when he come home
and find a colored woman in his house?
It's not like I'd be fibbing.
I just want him to think I can do this
on my own.
I really need a maid.
I'll be here tomorrow morning
- Miss Celia?
I think you done burned up your cake.
OK let's see.
What's Hrst up on the agenda?
We are running behind on our coat drive.
Hurry up and clean out those closets.
But our Christmas benefit, however,
is right on schedule. Mary Beth?
Well, thanks to y'all, I can announce
that we already filled
every raffle slot for baked goods!
Think we can put a dent in
African children's hunger this year?
A big dent!
...I just found out
the surgeon general
has reviewed the Home Health
Sanitation Initiative that I drafted,
and he passed it along
to Governor Barnett!
Skeeter, when can we expect to see
the initiative in the newsletter?
I gave it to you a month ago.
I gave that to you myself.
Would you please stand, Skeeter?
I'll have it in there real soon.
- Sorry I'm late.
Hilly, I really am sorry
about the newsletter.
It's just with Mama being sick and all.
Oh, it's fine.
I made you the egg and olive on rye,
Oh, thank you, Henry.
Oh, Hilly, tell her.
I can hardly stand it.
Oh, Skeeter, Stuart's definitely
coming this time. Next Saturday week.
Well, he's canceled twice before.
Don't you think maybe that's a sign?
Don't you dare say that.
You know I'm not gonna be his type.
Damn it, Skeeter, I'm not gonna
let you miss out on this
because your mother convinced you you're
not good enough for somebody like him.
Good morning, Baby Girl.
I reckon I'm ready to talk about
Miss Leefolt now.
Baby Girl still gotta wear a diaper
when she sleep at night.
And it don't get changed till
I get there in the morning.
That about ten hours
she gotta sleep in her mess.
Now Miss Leefolt pregnant
with her second baby.
Lord... I pray this child
turn out good.
It's a lonely road if a mama
don't think their child is pretty.
That's very true.
Miss Leefolt should not
be having babies.
Write that down.
Treelore would like me doing this.
He always said we were gonna have
a writer in the family one day.
I always thought it was gonna be him.
Maybe it's gonna be me.
They done set a bomb off
in Medgar Evers' carport.
Yule Mae told me what y'all was up to.
I didn't want to believe it.
And just what makes you think
colored people need your help?
- Why do you care?
Maybe you just want
to get Aibileen in trouble.
I want to show her perspective.
So people might understand
what it's like from your side.
Well, it's a real Fourth of July picnic.
It's what we dream of doing
all weekend long.
Get back into they house,
polish the silver.
And we just love not making minimum wage
or getting Social Security.
And how we love they children
when they little.
And then they turn out
just like they mamas.
Maybe things can change.
What law's gonna say you
gotta be nice to your maid?
You don't have to do this now, Minny.
You damn right I don't!
You two give me the heart palpitations.
And that's a good mood.
All right. I'm gonna do it.
But I need to make sure she understands
this ain't no game we playing here.
Slide your chair out from under
that table. Face me.
I need to see you square on
at all times.
I gotta come up with
your questions, too?
Uh, let's begin
with where you were born.
on my great-auntie's sofa.
- I put the green beans in first.
Then I get on the pork chops so I can
get started on that cornbread.
Once Minny got to talking
about food, she liked to never stop.
And when she got to talking about
the white ladies, it took all night.
Then she say, "Oh, Minny,
I'm gonna give you a paid vacation."
I ain't never had no paid vacation
in my life.
A week later I come back,
and they done moved to Mobile.
Miss Lazy Fingers scared I'd find
a new job before she moved.
Ain't that right, Aibileen?
We gots to get some more maids.
It hard. You go try and see.
OK, I will.
We gone and done it now.
Skeeter! Get down here! Something just
arrived from New York for you.
What is that?
All the way from New York City.
I'm a good mother.
Come on. Sit down.
The whole system cost 11 dollars.
Even smells expensive.
You're gonna look beautiful
on your date tonight.
I can feel the hope in your fingers.
- You shrunk five inches.
- Oh, my God.
You'll be able to wear heels tonight.
You're not leaving the house in those
awful Mexican man shoes.
Can I take the Cadillac?
We promised the Cadillac
to Carlton and Rebecca tonight,
so William's cousin will just
have to come pick you up himself.
- I'll take the truck.
- It's hooked up to the motor grader.
I'll drive slow.
Now remember, no gentleman wants
to spend the evening with a sourpuss.
Don't mope! Smile!
And for heaven's sakes, don't sit like
some squaw Indian! Cross your ankles!
I love you!
Stuart, she'll be here any minute.
Boys, we'll be right back. Y'all talk
about quarterbacks or something.
Yule Mae, get Miss Skeeter a Coca-Cola.
Want a drink?
Just water, please.
Double Old Kentucky, straight
with a water back. Make that two backs.
You sure you don't want to just make it
the whole bottle and a straw?
Honey, there's the lieutenant governor.
Let's go say hi.
Good to see you, sir.
You remember my wife?
Hi, how are you? Good to see you.
So, what do you do with your time?
But right now I'm working on
a domestic maintenance column
for The Jackson Journal.
You mean housekeeping.
Jesus, I can't think of anything worse
than reading a cleaning column,
except for maybe writing one.
Well, I can.
Working with a bunch of greasy,
stinky men in the middle of the ocean.
It sounds like a ploy to find a husband,
becoming an expert in keeping house.
Well, aren't you a genius?
You figured out my whole scheme.
Isn't that what all you girls
from Ole Miss major in...
...professional husband hunting?
Who is hungry?
I'm sorry, but were you dropped
on your head as an infant?
Or were you just born stupid?
So, what can you cook?
Oh, um, I can cook cornpone.
I can do grits.
...I reckon if there's anything you
ought to know about cooking, it's this.
The most important invention since
they put mayonnaise in a jar.
You got gum in your hair,
you got a squeaky door hinge...
Looks like frosting.
You got bags under your eyes.
Want to soften your husband's
But it's best for frying chicken.
Frying chicken just...
...tend to make you
feel better about life.
At least me, anyway.
Mm, I love me some fried chicken.
This is so much fun!
All right, all right.
The chicken already dead, Miss Celia.
Yep. He dead.
There you are.
I'm starved. Looks so good.
We done been over this, Miss Celia.
You supposed to eat in the dining room.
That's how it works.
Let me take your plate back.
I'm fine right here, Minny.
I just want you to know
I'm real grateful you're here.
You gots plenty more
to be grateful for than me.
And look, now I ain't
messing around no more.
Now Mr. Johnny gonna catch me here,
and shoot me dead right here
on this no-wax floor.
You gots to tell him.
Ain't he wondering how
the cooking's so good?
Maybe we ought to
burn the chicken a little.
Minny don't burn chicken.
I like this Sarah Ross. She testifies
without complaining too much.
And that Bertha,
she's got chutzpah, I'll give her that.
So you liked it?
Eugenia, Martin Luther King
the entire country to march with him
in D.C. in August.
This many Negroes and whites
have not worked together since
Gone with the Wind.
How many stories have you
recorded thus far?
The ones you've read.
Two domestics, that's all?
I'm real close to
getting more interviews.
Don't send me anything else
until you do have more maids.
Yes, ma'am. How... how many more?
I don't know. At least a dozen.
My advice to you is to write it
and write it fast
before this whole civil rights thing
Now good night to you, Miss Phelan.
We need a dozen more.
Me and Aibileen done asked everybody
we know. Thirty-one maids.
They all too scared. Think we crazy.
If we don't get more,
we're not getting published.
I gots plenty stories,
Just write them down
and invent the maid that said it.
You're already making up names.
Just make up the maids, too.
We're not gonna do that.
That would be wrong.
Don't give up on this, Miss Skeeter.
It wouldn't be real.
They Killed my son.
He fell carrying two-by-fours
at the mill.
Truck run over him, crushed his lung.
That white foreman threw his body
on back of a truck.
Drove to the colored hospital...
...dumped him there and honked the horn.
There was nothing they could do,
so I brought my baby home.
Laid him down on that sofa right there.
He died right in front of me.
He was just 24 years old, Miss Skeeter.
Best part of a person's life.
Anniversary of his death comes...
...every year, and I can't breathe.
But to y'all, it's just
another day of bridge.
You stop this...
...everything I wrote, he wrote,
everything he was is gonna die with him.
I am just honored
to be hosting Elizabeth's shower.
Doesn't she look glowing, everybody?
Yes, she does!
Honey, you hold on to it,
to the bitter end.
- I'll try.
- Well, congratulations.
I'm hungry, Mommy.
She's always hungry.
You know she can hear you, Elizabeth.
I'll cut you
a piece of cake, baby. Go on, now.
Aibileen, are you enjoying your new
bathroom over at Elizabeth's?
Nice to have your own.
Isn't it, Aibileen?
Yes, ma'am. And I thank you.
Separate, but equal.
That's what Ross Barnett says,
and you can't argue with the governor.
Well, certainly not in Mississippi,
the birthplace of modern-day government.
Hey, Miss Skeeter.
Can I get you something?
Yule Mae, I wanted to talk to you
I already know what you're gonna ask,
Minny and Aibileen already did.
I'm trying to get my boys
off to college.
It's worthwhile what
y'all are doing, but...
...but my boys are worth more.
What do you understand, Skeeter?
Yule Mae was just saying how excited she
is that her boys are going to college.
Did you also ask Miss Skeeter
if you could borrow money?
Of course not.
I'm gonna put Billy down for his nap.
Come on, baby.
Skeeter, are you intentionally not
putting my initiative in the newsletter?
No, not at all. I just have been
really busy with Mama.
I know, you must be so worried
about your mother, but...
I'm worried about you.
Reading this stuff?
Believe it or not, there are real
racists in this town.
If the wrong person caught you
with anything like that,
you'd be in serious trouble.
I'll be on the lookout.
Put my initiative in the newsletter.
Skeeter, get up!
- No! What?
- We've got to get dressed.
Don't panic. Don't panic.
There's a particularly tall and very
handsome man named Stuart here for you.
You would not like him. Trust me.
He's a drunken asshole.
Love and hate are two horns on the same
goat, Eugenia, and you need a goat.
Put that on. Hurry!
Look, I know it was a few weeks back,
but I came to say I'm sorry
for the way I acted.
Who sent you, William or Hilly?
Hilly. But I wanted to come, OK.
I was rude, and I've been
thinking about it a lot.
- Well, I haven't. So you can just go.
- Goddamn it!
I told Hilly I wasn't ready to go out on
any date. Wasn't even close to ready.
I was engaged last year. She ended it.
I'm sure she did.
It's not like that.
I'm not always a jerk.
We had been dating since we were 15,
and you know how it is.
Actually, I don't. I've never really
dated anyone before.
All right, I, uh...
Well, that must be it, then.
- You, Skeeter.
I've never met a woman that says
exactly what she's thinking.
- Well, I got plenty to say.
- Yeah, I'll bet you do.
You make me laugh, smile.
Would you like to come
have dinner with me?
We could talk. I could actually
listen to you this time.
I can't think of anything worse.
I understand, and I'm sorry.
I came here to say, and I said it.
Just give me a minute.
Let me get my sweater.
Not a big fan of oysters, huh?
Oysters are a vehicle
for crackers and ketchup.
Well, here's to new beginnings.
You've already made that pretty clear.
And just so you know,
the boys caught me reading
your Miss Myrna column
on the rig the other day.
Really? You read them?
All of them.
Very informative, too.
I had no idea that ground egg shells
got grease out of clothes.
Well, I do my homework.
You're a good writer, Skeeter.
I want to be a journalist.
Or maybe a novelist. Or maybe both.
I like that.
You're really smart. And pretty.
I hope you get to write something
Something you believe in.
What? I'm coming!
Aibileenl Come on. We have to go
help Hilly. Right now!
Oh! You're trespassing!
She put it in the newsletter.
Oh, my God.
I specifically said,
"Drop old coats at my house."
Why would she do this to me?
I don't know. I don't Know, Hilly.
It's so embarrassing.
I go potty, Mommy.
No! Mae Mobley!
You get off of that toilet!
- You will catch diseases, you hear me?
You will catch diseases
on those toilets.
You is kind, you is smart,
you is important.
Don't shop for anything
on Capitol Street.
Let's let the merchants down on
Capitol Street feel the economic pinch.
Let me say this to you.
I had one merchant to cal/ me,
and he said,
"I want you to know that I've
talked to my national ofHoe today,
and they want me to tell you that we
don't need nigger business."
These are stores that help to support
the White Citizens' Council,
the council that is dedicated to keeping
you and I second-class citizens.
Don't encourage them like that.
- That is national news.
- I won't have it!
How you doing, Miss Clark?
All right, Henry.
Thank you. How you doing?
If God is willing, Miss Clark.
If God is willing.
- That's good.
What's going on out there, mister?
Colored people off.
The rest of you,
let me know where you're going.
I'll get you close as I can.
I don't know. Some nigger got shot.
- Where you headed?
- Woodrow Wilson.
Woodrow Wilson. All right.
- You gonna be all right, Miss Clark?
- I'll be all right. You go on now.
- You want me to walk you?
- No, thank you. I'll be all right.
You have a good night.
Which way you going?
We View this as a cold,
...killing in a savage,
There is no state with a record that
approaches that of Mississippi
in inhumanity murden brutality
and racial hatred.
It is absolutely at the bottom
of the list.
Fifteen minutes past midnight,
Evers got out of his car beside his home
in a Negro residential area.
In a vacant lot about 40 yards away
a sniper fired a single shot from a
high-powered rifle at Evers' silhouette.
I'm all right. Sit down. You all right?
- I'm OK.
- The bullet hit him in the back,
crashed through his body
through a window, into the house.
He died within an hour
at a Jackson hospital.
City detectives believe the fatal shot
was Hred from...
KKK shot him. An hour ago.
Right in front of his children,
We're gonna pray for the Evers.
We're gonna pray for Myrlie.
We living in hell. Trapped.
Our kids, trapped.
Sugar, take your brothers and sisters
and y'all go on to bed.
Good night. Good night.
Oh. Good night, baby.
What they gonna do if they catch us
with Miss Skeeter?
We're gonna be careful.
Hitch us to a pickup? Drag us behind?
Shoot me in front of my children?
We ain't doing civil rights.
We're just telling stories
like they really happened.
You're a fool, old woman.
Miss Phelan, the presses are heating up.
We needed Miss Myrna 30 minutes ago.
I'll see you tomorrow.
You mess up your hair coloring again?
I helped you ix it last time.
We got it back to butter batch.
Was real pretty, remember?
I told you, go home!
I said get out!
Why is there so much blood?
Next one's gonna catch, Miss Celia.
You just wait and see.
We got married 'cause I was pregnant.
Then I lost it a month later.
Johnny wants kids now.
What's he gonna do with me?
Mr. Johnny just gonna have
to get over it.
He doesn't know about the baby.
Or the two before.
Yule Mae Davis?
- What do you want me to do?
- You're under arrest.
Just call my husband.
Just call my husband.
- Wait a minute. I want my purse.
- No, you're under arrest.
I want to get my purse.
I want to get my purse! Aibee!
- Don't fight, Yule Mae!
Aibee, I want my purse! I want my purse!
Just let me go!
Yule Mae, don't fight.
I knew she was a thief
the day she started.
A nigra walks into a pawn shop
with a ring of such size and color.
It took them all of ten minutes
to find out where she worked.
I am desperate for
a grilled cheese sandwich.
Are you? Are you?
Do you want a grilled cheese sandwich?
Just go sit down over there.
Miss Skeeter, you best head on over
to Miss Aibileen's house.
I'm gonna help with your stories.
I'm gonna help, too. Mm-hm.
We all are.
- That's right.
- I'll help you.
I used to take
a shortcut every day
when I went to work
at Dr. Dixon's house.
Cut through that farmer's lower 40
to get there.
One day this farmer
was waiting for me with a gun.
Said he'd shoot me dead
if I walked on his land again.
Dr. Dixon went and paid that farmer
double for two of those acres.
Told him he was gonna
start farming, too.
But he bought that just for me,
so I could get to work easy.
I worked for Miss Jolene's mother
till the day she died.
Then her daughter, Miss Nancy,
asked me to come and work for her.
Miss Nancy is a real sweet lady.
But Miss Jolene's ma done put it in her
will I got to work for Miss Jolene.
Miss Jolene's a mean woman.
Mean for sport.
Lord, I tried to find another job.
But in everybody's mind
the French family
and Miss Jolene owned me.
I leave early
this week for Thanksgiving.
Our last editors' meeting
is December 17th,
so if you want a prayer
of this getting read,
- I'd better have it by then.
- That's in three weeks, Miss Stein.
Well, otherwise it goes in the pile.
You do not want it in the pile.
And put something personal in there.
Write about the maid who raised you.
Well, we have a lot of work to do
before the benefit, don't we?
I know, but I think We're on track.
We're doing quite well.
- It's so good.
- Who's there?
- I don't know.
It's me, Celia Foote.
I was in the neighborhood.
Thought I'd drop by.
Everybody get down, get down.
Get down! Get down! Get down!
- Turn off the music.
- Who are we hiding from?
I brought a chocolate pie!
My maid, Minny, made it.
She's in the bushes.
Don't be taking those women
any more pies, you understand?
They made me stand there like I was
the vacuum salesman.
Because they know about you getting
knocked up by Mr. Johnny.
Mad you married one of their mens.
And especially since Miss Hilly and
Mr. Johnny had just broke up, too.
Hilly probably thinks that I was
fooling around with Johnny
when they were still going steady.
And Missus Walters always said Miss
Hilly still sweet on Mr. Johnny, too.
They don't hate me.
They hate what they think I did.
They hate you 'cause they think
you white trash.
I'm just going to have to tell Hilly
I ain't no boyfriend stealer.
In fact, I'll tell her Friday night
at the benefit.
You don't need to be going
to that benefit, Miss Celia.
Did you hear me? You just stay home.
That looks bad.
Let me take a look.
I got to get these peas on.
I know you didn't fall
in no tub, Minny.
You know what I'd do if I were you?
I'd give it right back to him.
I'd hit him over the head
with a skillet,
and I'd tell him, "Go straight to hell."
From here, the members of the family...
...visitors from foreign countries
will walk to St. Matthew's Cathedral.
Senator Edward Kennedy
getting out of the car.
Robert Kennedy, Attorney General.
Sweetheart, I gotta
get down to the coast.
I'll be back in time for the benefit.
The world done gone crazy,
Miss Skeeter, and I'm scared.
What if people ind out what we writing,
figure out Niceville really Jackson,
figure out who who?
Maybe we need us some insurance.
I told God I'd never speak of it again.
But we ain't got no choice.
I need to tell y'all about the terrible
awful I done to Miss Hilly.
It might be the only thing
that keep us safe.
Nobody wanted to hire a sass-mouthing,
Oh. Pie's as good as always, Minny_
I'm glad you like it.
If I take you back, I'll have to cut
your pay five dollars a week.
Take me back?
What do you put in here
that makes it taste so good?
That good vanilla from Mexico...
...and something else real special.
No, no, no, Missus Walters.
That's Miss Hilly's special pie.
Mama can have a piece.
Cut her one.
Go get a plate.
Eat my shit.
What'd you say?
I said, "Eat... my... shit."
Have you lost your mind?
No, ma'am, but you about to,
'cause you just did.
And you didn't eat just one.
You had two slices!
Run, Minny, run!
You trying to get yourself killed?
No! I wasn't planning on telling.
I just wanted to see her take a bite.
Then I was gonna leave.
Be done with her forever.
Before I knew it, I had done
told that woman what was in that pie!
I done ask God to forgive me.
But more for what happened
to poor Miss Walters.
Miss Hilly threw her in that
nursing home... just for laughing.
We can't put that story in the book.
We ain't got no choice.
Hilly Holbrook can't let nobody know
that pie story about her.
Exactly. If people find out
the terrible awful
was you and Miss Hilly
we in trouble there ain't words for.
Right! But don't you see?
She gonna go to her grave convincing
folks this book ain't about Jackson.
Now, that keeps us safe. Insured.
No, that's too dangerous.
Y'all two brought me into this,
but I'm gonna finish it.
Either put it in, or pull my parts
out altogether. Y'all pick!
Thank you, Tommy. I should be out
by 10:00. See you then.
This is Jolene French, reporting from
the African Children's Benefit Ball,
and I'm here with League President,
Miss Hilly Holbrook.
Thanks, Jolene. And I'm just so excited
for the auction tonight, aren't you?
I'm absolutely thrilled.
Did you see what Miss Celia got on?
Lord, have mercy. Women better hold onto
their husbands tonight.
Miss Leefolt been working on that dress
for four weeks
and that's what she came up with?
Everybody enjoying the evening?
Let's give a nice round of applause
for the help.
For all the men and women who have
helped make tonight possible.
A cause I'm sure is dear
to their hearts as well.
- Your cocktail.
- Thank you.
Honey, don't you think
you've had enough to drink?
I wish you'd try and eat something.
I'm not having my stomach poke out.
OK, OK, everybody, quiet down.
I got the list of the winners!
The winner of the beautiful
mink car coat is...
Congrats, Miss Phelan.
Ladies, I hope
your husbands take note of that.
Now it's time for the baked goods.
Ooh, yummy, yummy!
The highest bid
in baked goods goes to
Minny Jackson's chocolate pie.
- Oh! Hilly.
- That's funny.
I didn't bid on anything.
All right. And now it's time
for Danica's strawberry jam.
I didn't know you were a fan
of Minny's pies.
I've been wanting to talk to you
Minny said why you won't be my friend.
It's 'cause you think me and Johnny
went behind your back.
Wait. I want to talk...
I'm so sorry.
Come here, sweetheart.
Let me bring you back to your table.
- I'm really sorry.
- It's all right. Don't worry about it.
What are you trying to do to me?
What are you and that nigra up to?
I don't know what you're talking about.
You liar! Who did you tell?
Hilly, I got pregnant
after you and Johnny broke up!
- Oh, shit!
- Shut up, Mother!
Johnny never cheated on you.
At least not with me.
Oh, Johnny would never cheat on me.
I'm so sorry! I thought you'd be tickled
you won that pie!
You tell that nigra, if she tells
anybody, I will make her suffer!
Hey, that is enough.
Hey, baby, what's the matter?
Oh, shit. What a mess. Napkins.
Why don't we get back to the auction?
- Next up, Debby's peppermint bark.
It goes great with hot cocoa.
Oh, just come on home with us
No, thanks. I've got a pie to eat.
You throw that pie away right now.
I spent good money on this pie.
I won it just for you.
You signed me up?
I may have trouble remembering my own
name, or what country I live in,
but there are two things
I can't seem to forget:
That my own daughter
threw me into a nursing home,
and that she ate Minny's shit.
- Hey, how about a nightcap?
- Let's go.
I'm not right for this
kind of life, Minny_
I don't need a dining room table
for 12 people.
I couldn't get two people
over here if I begged.
I can't do this to Johnny anymore.
That's why I've gotta go back
to Sugar Ditch.
You can't move back to Sugar Ditch.
I reckon it's time you knew.
So Miss Hilly thought you knew about
the terrible awful.
That you was making fun of her.
It's my fault she pounced on you.
If you leave Mr. Johnny...
...then Miss Hilly done won
the whole ball game.
Then she done beaten me...
...and she done beat you.
Thank you for telling me that.
Lord, look at all these pages. 266.
So we just send it off?
Just wait and see?
Hope Miss Stein gonna publish it?
Well, I have one more story to type
before I put it in the mail,
but other than that, we're done.
Which one you got left?
I need to talk to you about Constantine.
Oh, Eugenia, that was so long ago.
She didn't give me a choice.
The Daughters of America had just
appointed me state regent.
Grace Higginbotham, our esteemed
president, came all the way down
from Washington, D.C.,
to our house for the ceremony.
That's just beautiful. Look at that.
She'd gotten so old and slow, Skeeter.
It's such an honor
that you came all this way.
That's all right.
- Hello, Miss Charlotte.
We were expecting you next week.
I decided to come early
and surprise Mama.
Why don't you go around back.
Wait in the kitchen.
Go on now.
I am sorry.
Rachel, what are you doing?
I'm just doing as I was told,
Going to the kitchen.
But I'm going to see my mama first.
Go on to the kitchen, baby.
I'll be there directly.
You may put up with this kind
of nonsense, but I do not.
Get out of this house, Rachel.
You heard her. Go on, girl.
Miss Charlotte, let me take her to
the kitchen. Come on, baby. Let's go.
Both of you.
Come on, Mama.
Come on now.
Constantine didn't do anything wrong.
And you love Rachel. I know you do.
She was our president.
What was I supposed to do?
She did you the biggest favor of
your life. She taught me everything.
Well, you idolized her too much.
You always have.
I needed someone to look up to.
I went to her house the next day,
but she had already gone.
How could you not tell me all this?
Because I didn't want to upset you
during your final exams.
I knew you'd blame me,
and it wasn't my fault!
I have to go find her. She needs me.
We sent your brother up to Chicago
to bring Constantine home.
When he got there...
...she had died.
You broke her heart.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!
They printed a few thousand copies
with the worst advance Miss Stein
had ever seen.
Baby, what you doing with Alicia book?
You can't read.
They sent Miss Skeeter $600. She broke
that money up and gave it to each of us.
Divided 13 ways,
that came to about $46 each.
Y'all finish your homework.
We just got this from Miss Skeeter.
Look at it.
Look at it.
Look at it!
Minny, we're rich!
"She fired me
for using her inside toilet."
Put me out in a storm and told me never
to come back. But I did come back.
I came back with a pie I had baked
to say I'm sorry.
"I watched her eat..."
Well, it's a wonderful book, Hilly_
Filled with gripping testimonials
from Mississippi's housekeepers.
OK, Mama. I need to run.
Well. You should read the book, Hilly.
It's quite scandalous.
Sounds like... Jackson, if you ask me.
What's it called again?
The Help. H-E-L-P.
There it is.
You told me to write something good.
- Something I believed in.
- It's not what I believe in.
That joke you pulled with Hilly
with the toilets, that's funny.
Why would you do this to us?
I don't even know why you care.
- Things are fine around here.
Why go stir up trouble?
Trouble's already here, Stuart.
I had to tell you this.
You needed to know.
Goddamn right I needed to know. You
should have told me this from the start.
You're a selfish woman, Skeeter.
I think you're better off being alone.
Did you get to that part yet
that I was telling you about?
Don't read ahead, whatever you do.
"What you done put up in this?"
"She Said, 'My Shit."'
What's the matter, Hilly?
- Get off of me! Get off!
- Ouch! Stop hitting me!
I heard that Betty character
might be Mary Elizabeth.
It's not Jackson.
And that book is garbage. I bet the
whole thing is made up by some nigra.
And Jolene, didn't your mama
leave Cora to you in her will?
Yes, but that's not odd, is it?
Happens all the time, right?
The book is not about Jackson.
What the hell?
What are you doing here?
I've contacted my lawyer.
Hibbie Goodman? He's the best
libel attorney in the state.
Oh, Missy, you're going to jail.
You can't prove anything.
Oh, I 100 percent know you wrote it.
Nobody else in town is as tacky as you.
You don't know anything, Hilly_
Oh, I don't, do I?
You tell Aibileen the next time
she wants to write
about my dear friend Elizabeth...
Remember her? Had you in her wedding.
Let's just say Aibileen ought to have
been a little bit smarter
before putting in about that
in poor Elizabeth's dining table.
And that nigger Minny,
do I have plans for her.
Careful, Hilly. That's chapter 12.
Don't give yourself away now.
That was not me!
I've come to tell your mother
what a hippie you've become.
She's going to be disgusted by you.
Why, Hilly. Is everything OK, you two?
Oh, Mrs. Phelan.
Hilly, you're a sweaty mess.
Are you ill?
Darling, oh, no husband wants
to come home and see that.
I didn't have time to get fixed up.
You know, Hilly, if I didn't
know any better,
I'd say you've been eating too much pie.
Mrs. Phelan, I came here...
In fact, I'm sure of it.
Now you get your raggedy ass
off my porch.
Get off my property. Now!
Before we all get one of those
disgusting things on our lips!
Eugenia. Take me inside, please.
Skeeter, do you have plans tomorrow?
- No, ma'am.
Because we are going shopping.
No single daughter of mine is
going to New York City
representing the great state
without a proper cosmopolitan wardrobe.
How do you know about New York?
Oh, well, Miss Stein called last night.
Courage sometimes skips a generation.
Thank you for bringing it back
to our family.
I can't leave you like this.
Eugenia, I have made a decision.
My health's been on the uptick
these last few weeks,
and I know the doctor says it's
some kind of last strength nonsense,
but I have decided not to die.
It's too late.
I tried calling Fanny Mae's
to make all your hair appointments
for the next 20 years,
but they wouldn't allow it.
I have never been more proud of you.
Need some help with those?
- Miss Celia!
- Minny, hey, stop! Minny!
- Miss Celia!
- Stay back!
- I'm not here to hurt you! Girl...
You gonna put the stick down?
Listen, Celia finally told me
about the babies.
All of them.
But I also know, the minute
you started working here,
she started getting better.
So, you saved her life.
You knew I was here the whole time?
Fried chicken and okra
on the first night?
Y'all could have at least put
some cornpone on the table.
I couldn't let you eat no more cornpone,
Thanks to you, now I've had to let out
every pair of pants I own.
You just leave that.
Here you go.
Let's head on up the house.
I cooked it all by myself.
Yes, she did.
She was up all night.
I wanted to do something special.
I wanted to say thank you.
...I ain't losing my job?
No, you got a job here
for the rest of your life.
If you want it.
That's a mile-high meringue, Miss Celia.
- Thank you.
You remember to check the thighs?
- Mm-hm. Cooked clean through.
- Ain't pink in the middle?
Uh-uh. Just the way you taught me.
That table of food
gave Minny the strength she needed.
She took her babies out from under Leroy
and never went back.
What are all these cars
doing out here? Are we late?
No, we ain't late.
Why ain't you singing?
We got to worry about getting
in there and getting our seats.
Come on now, we late!
- Who we clapping for?
- Honey, we clapping for you!
Come on down, Sister Clark!
All right, all right.
Now, uh... this is an important time
in our community.
And we have to thank you
for what you have done.
We know you couldn't put
your name in here,
so we all signed our own.
Come on, now. Come on.
Churches over two counties
signed our books. All for you and me.
I got a job offer from Harper and Row
in New York.
- I'm not taking it.
- What you mean you're not taking it?
I can't just leave you two here
when things are getting bad
from the mess that I created.
No. If bad things happen,
ain't nothing you can do about it.
And now it's for a reason
we can be proud of.
I don't mean to rub salt in your wound,
but you ain't got a good life here
Plus, your mama's getting better.
You ain't got nothing left here
but enemies in the Junior League.
You done burned every bridge there is.
And you ain't never gonna
get another man in this town.
Everybody know that.
So don't walk your white butt
to New York, run it!
Looky here, Miss Skeeter.
I'm gonna take care of Aibileen.
And she's gonna take care of me.
Go find your life, Miss Skeeter.
Aibileen, can you come in here, please?
Aibileen, the silver
I lent Elizabeth last week.
It not polished good?
Humidity been fighting me
on polishing day.
When you returned it, three pieces
were missing from the felt wrapper.
A fork and two spoons.
Let me... Let me go check in the
kitchen. Maybe I left some behind.
You know as well as I do that silver's
not in the kitchen.
You check in Mae Mobley's bed?
Since the Lil Man was born,
she been putting things...
Do you hear her, Elizabeth?
She's trying to blame it on a toddler.
I ain't got no silver.
She says she doesn't have them.
Then it behooves me to inform you
that you are fired, Aibileen.
And I'll be calling the police.
Aibee, my throat hurts.
I'll go get some syrup, Miss Leefolt.
Elizabeth can take care
of her own children.
- I'll go get the cough syrup.
- Come here, Lil Man.
I didn't steal no silver.
Maybe I can't send you to jail
for what you wrote,
but I can send you for being a thief.
I know something about you.
Don't you forget that.
From what Yule Mae says, there's a lot
of time to write letters in jail.
Plenty of time to write the truth
about you. And the paper is free.
- Nobody will believe what you wrote!
- I don't know!
I been told I'm a pretty good writer.
Already sold a lot of books.
All you do is scare and lie
to try to get what you want.
You a godless woman.
Ain't you tired, Miss Hilly?
Ain't you tired?
Aibileen, you have to go now.
Don't go, Aibee.
Baby, you need to get back to bed.
- Please don't leave.
- I gots to, baby. I am so sorry.
Are you going to take care
of another little girl?
No, that's not the reason.
I don't want to leave you,
but it's time for me to retire.
- You're my last little girl.
I need you to remember everything
I told you, OK?
- You remember what I told you?
You is kind. You is smart.
You is important.
That's right, Baby Girl.
Don't go, Aibee.
I gots to, baby.
You give my sweet girl a chance.
Mae Mobley was my last baby.
In just ten minutes,
the only life I knew was done.
God says we need to love our enemies.
It hard to do.
But it can start by telling the truth.
No one had ever asked me
what it felt like to be me.
Once I told the truth about that...
...I felt free.
And I got to thinking
about all the people I know.
And the things I seen and done.
My boy, Treelore, always said we going
to have a writer in the family one day.
I guess it's gonna be me.