I told Hilly I wasn't ready to go out on any date. Wasn't even close to ready.
[sighing]
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.
Ever?
Ever.
All right, I, uh... [chuckling]
Well, that must be it, then.
- What? - 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.
[clearing throat] That's what I came here to say, and I said it.
Just give me a minute.
Let me get my sweater.
['50s pop music]
Not a big fan of oysters, huh?
Oysters are a vehicle for crackers and ketchup.
Well, here's to new beginnings.
[slurping]
Mm.
[exaggerated slurping]
You're disgusting.
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.
Thank you.
I want to be a journalist.
Or maybe a novelist. Or maybe both.
I like that.
You're really smart. And pretty.
Skeeter.
I hope you get to write something really good.
Something you believe in.
[phone ringing]
[Elizabeth] Hello?
- What? I'm coming! - [phone hanging up]
Aibileen! Come on. We have to go help Hilly. Right now!
[car horn honking]
- [sobbing] - [man laughing]
- [camera clicking] - Oh! You're trespassing!
- it's Skeeter! - [people laughing]
She put it in the newsletter.
Oh, my God.
I specifically said, "Drop old coats at my house."
- [shouting] Not commodes! - [crowd laughing]
Why would she do this to me?
I don't know. I don't know, Hilly.
[sobbing] it's so embarrassing.
Oh, Lord.
I go potty, Mommy.
[shrieking] No! Mae Mobley!
You get off of that toilet!
- You will catch diseases, you hear me? - [Mae Mobley crying] Mommy!
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 call me, and he said,
'7 want you to know that l've talked to my national ofl7ce 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.
Mama!
Don't encourage them like that.
- That is national news. - I won't have it!
You understand?
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.
- Yeah. - That's good.
[bus stopping]
- [door opening] - [sirens wailing]
What's going on out there, mister?
Coloured people off.
The rest of you, let me know where you're going.
I'll get you close as I can.
What happened?
I don't know. Some nigger got shot.
- Where you headed? - [man] Woodrow Wilson.
[driver] 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.
[people chattering]
You have a good night.
Which way you going?
[man] We View this as a cold,
- brutal, deliberate... - [sirens wailing]
...killing in a savage, uncivilised state.
There is no state with a record that approaches that of Mississippi
in inhumanity murder, brutality
- and racial hatred. - [man shouting indistinctly]
It is absolutely at the bottom of the list.
[man 2] 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 tired 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 fired from...
KKK shot him. An hour ago.
Right in front of his children, Aibileen.
We're gonna pray for the Evers. We're gonna pray for Myrlie.
We living in hell. Trapped.
Our kids, trapped.
[coughing]
Sugar, take your brothers and sisters and y'all go on to bed.
Good night.
Good night. Good night.
[coughing]
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. - [chuckling]
A fool.
[both laughing]
[door opening]
[phones ringing]
Miss Phelan, the presses are heating up. We needed Miss Myrna 30 minutes ago.
Yes, sir.
Chop-chop.
Good Lord.
[vacuum running]
[thudding upstairs]
[Minny] Miss Celia?
Miss Celia?
[Celia] Go home. I'll see you tomorrow.
You mess up your hair colouring again?
I helped you fix it last time. We got it back to butter batch.
Was real pretty, remember?
Miss Celia.
[Celia] I told you, go home!
[loud thudding]
[shouting] I said get out!
[rattling]
[sobbing]
Why is there so much blood?
[breathing heavily]
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?
Well...
Mr Johnny just gonna have to get over it.
[exhaling]
He doesn't know about the baby.
Or the two before.
[sniffing]
[indistinct chattering]
[man] 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. [shouting] I want to get my purse! Aibee!
- Don't fight, Yule Mae! - Aibee!
Aibee, I want my purse! I want my purse!
[sobbing]
Just let me go!
Yule Mae, don't fight.
[Hilly] I knew she was a thief the day she started.
A nigra walks into a pawn shop with a ring of such size and colour.
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?
- [Billy] Oh, yes. - [Hilly laughing]
Just go sit down over there.
[dishes clattering]
Miss Skeeter, you best head on over to Miss Aibileen's house.
Now.
I'm gonna help with your stories.
I'm gonna help, too. Mm-hm.
We all are.
- [all] That's right. - I'll help you.
[woman] 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.
He did.
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.
Owned me.
[Miss Stein] 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.
Yes, ma'am.
And put something personal in there. Write about the maid who raised you.
I understand.
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.
[doorbell ringing]
- it's so good. - Mm-hm.
- Who's there? - I don't know.
Aibileen?
Hey, Elizabeth!
It's me, Celia Foote.
[Hilly stammering]
I was in the neighbourhood. Thought I'd drop by.
Everybody hide. Everybody get down, get down.
Get down! Get down! Get down!
- Turn off the music. - Who are we hiding from?
- Shh! - [music stops]
- Hey! - [all gasping, giggling]
Shh!
I brought a chocolate pie!
My maid, Minny, made it.
[all giggling]
[woman] 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.
Why, Minny?
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.
Mm-hm.
And Missus Walters always said Miss Hilly still sweet on Mr Johnny, too.
No wonder!
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.
[sighing]
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."
[church bell tolling]
[man] From here, the members of the family...
visitors from foreign countries and others
will walk to St. Matthewis Cathedral.
Senator Edward Kennedy getting out of the car.
Mrs Kennedy.
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 find out what we writing, figure out Niceville really Jackson,
figure out who who?
Maybe we need us some insurance.
[sighs] I told God I'd never speak of it again.
But we ain't got no choice.
Sorry.
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.
Mmm.
Mm-mm-mm.
So...
Nobody wanted to hire a Sass-mouthing, thieving nigra.
Did they?
Oh. Pie's as good as always, Minny.
I'm glad you like it.
Mmm.
Oh.
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.
Mmm.
No, no, no, Missus Walters. That's Miss Hilly's special pie.
Mama can have a piece.
[scoffing] Cut her one.
Go get a plate.
[slamming pie down]
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.
Did what?
[gasping]
[laughing]
[laughing loudly]
[gagging]
And you didn't eat just one.
- You had two slices! - [Hilly coughing]
[laughing]
[dish clattering]
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.
[Aibileen] 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.
No, that's too dangerous.
[dishes clattering]
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!
[Christmas music]
Thank you, Tommy. I should be out by 10.00. See you then.
[indistinct chatter]
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.
[woman] Scandalous!
Thank you.
[giggling] Hi!
[strained laugh]
[shocked whispering]
Did you see what Miss Celia got on?
Lord, have mercy. Women better hold onto their husbands tonight.
[laughing]
Miss Leefolt been working on that dress for four weeks
and that's what she came up with?
- [both laughing] - Here.
['50s rock music]
Kiss me.
[all cheering]
[indistinct chattering]
[scoffing]
[humming]
Everybody enjoying the evening?
[cheers and applause]
Let's give a nice round of applause for the help.
[all applauding]
For all the men and women who have helped make tonight possible.
A cause I'm sure is dear to their heads as well.
- Your cocktail. - Thank you.
[stammering] 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.
[drum roll]
[exclaiming]
OK, OK, everybody, quiet down. I got the list of the winners!
[applause]
OK.
The winner of the beautiful mink car coat is...
...Charlotte Phelan!
- Congrats, Miss Phelan. - [husband murmuring]
Ladies, I hope your husbands take note of that.
[giggling]
Now it's time for the baked goods.
Ooh, yummy, yummy!
The highest bid in baked goods goes to
Minny Jackson's chocolate pie.
Congratulations...
...Hilly Holbrook!
- Oh! Hilly. - That's funny.
I didn't bid on anything.
All right. And now it's time for Danica's strawberry jam.
Shh!
[squealing]
Congratulations, Hilly!
I didn't know you were a fan of Minny's pies.
I've been wanting to talk to you all night.
Minny said why you won't be my friend.
It's 'cause you think me and Johnny went behind your back.
[scoffing]
- Wait. I want to talk... - [Hilly gasping]
Oh, no.
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!
[Johnny] Hey, that is enough.
Celia.
Hey, baby, what's the matter?
- [laboured breathing] Oh! - Cel?
Oh!
- [vomiting] - [all groaning]
Oh, shit. What a mess. Napkins.
[Jolene] Why don't we get back to the auction?
- Next up, Debby's peppermint bark. - [Johnny] Celia!
[Jolene] It goes great with hot cocoa.
Oh, just come on home with us tonight, Mother.
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.
Good night.
- 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.
[sighing] Lord.
I reckon it's time you knew.
Sit down.
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.
Mm-mm!
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?
Uh, mine.
I need to talk to you about Constantine.
Oh, Eugenia, that was so long ago.
What happened?
Oh. [exhaling]
What happened?
She didn't give me a choice.
The Daughters of America had just appointed me state regent.
[applause]
Grace Higginbotham, our esteemed president, came all the way down
from Washington, D.C., to our house for the ceremony.
- [chattering, laughter] - That's just beautiful. Look at that.
She'd gotten so old and slow, Skeeter.
[indistinct conversation]
Yes, ma'am.
It's such an honour that you came all this way.
[knocking on door]
[knocking continues]
That's all right.
- Hello, Miss Charlotte. - [Charlotte] Rachel.
We were expecting you next week.
I decided to come early and surprise Mama.
- Oh. - [door slamming]
I'm entertaining.
Why don't you go around back. Wait in the kitchen.
Go on now.
I am sorry.
- [conversation stops] - Rachel, what are you doing?
I'm just doing as I was told, Miss Charlotte.
Going to the kitchen.
But I'm going to see my mama first.
- [shocked murmuring] - Hello, Mama.
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.
Charlotte.
Both of you.
Leave. Now.
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 favour of your life. She taught me everything.
Well, you idolised her too much. You always have.
I needed someone to look up to.
Well, I...
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.
- Eugenia. - What?
We sent your brother up to Chicago to bring Constantine home.
When he got there...
...she had died.
You broke her head.
[sobbing] I'm... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!
I'm sorry.
[Aibileen] 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.
Aibileen. Aibileen!
We just got this from Miss Skeeter. Look at it.
[laughing] Look at it!
- Minny, we're rich! - [both squealing]
[Missus Walters] "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..."
[chuckling]
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.
Quite scandalous.
What book?
What's it called again?
Uh...
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.
- What? - 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.
Stuart.
I think you're better off being alone.
[folk rock music]
[engine starting]
Yeah.
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."'
[all howling]
[gasping]
[screaming]
What's the matter, Hilly?
- [Hilly] Get off of me! Get off! - [William] Ouch! Stop hitting me!
[Hilly screaming]
I heard that Betty character might be Mary Elizabeth.
[exhaling] 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.
['50s rock music]
[tyres screeching]
What the hell?
What are you doing here?
- [gasping] - 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? - [exclaiming]
You tell Aibileen the next time she wants to write
about my dear friend Elizabeth...
Uh-huh. 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 L-shaped scratch
in poor Elizabeth's dining table.
And that nigger Minny, do I have plans for her.
- Careful, Hilly. That's chapter 12. - [gasping]
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?
No, ma'am.
Darling, oh, no husband wants to come home and see that.
Oh.
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.
Go on.
Get off my property. Now!
Before we all get one of those disgusting things on our lips!
- [laughs out loud] - [car door slamming]
[engine starting]
[exhaling]
Eugenia. Take me inside, please.
Yes, ma'am.
Skeeter, do you have plans tomorrow?
- No, ma'am. - Good.
Because we are going shopping.
No single daughter of mine is going to New York City
representing the great state of Mississippi
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.
Oh, Mama.
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. - [chuckling]
I have never been more proud of you.
Thank you.
Mama.
[music playing on radio]
Need some help with those?
Minny.
- Miss Celia! - Minny, hey, stop! Minny!
- Miss Celia! - Minny!
- Stay back! - I'm not here to hurt you! Girl...
You gonna put the stick down?
Uh-uh.
[breathing heavily]
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?
[laughs] Fried chicken and okra on the first night?
Y'all could have at least put some cornpone on the table.
No.
I couldn't let you eat no more cornpone, Mr Johnny.
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.
[snickering]
What's this?
I cooked it all by myself.
[Johnny] Yes, she did. She was up all night.
I wanted to do something special.
I wanted to say thank you.
So...
...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.
[giggles]
- Please. - Thank you.
Ooh.
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.
Looky here.
[Aibileen] That table of food gave Minny the strength she needed.
She took her babies out from under Leroy and never went back.
[Aibileen] 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!
[applause]
- Who we clapping for? - Honey, we clapping for you!
Come on down, Sister Clark!
Come on.
[crowd cheering, chattering]
Come on.
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.
[crowd murmuring in agreement]
Now...
We know you couldn't put your name in here,
so we all signed our own.
Thank you.
[chuckles] Come on, now. Come on.
[cheers and applause]
[cheering louder]
[Aibileen] Churches over two counties signed our books. All for you and me.
It's beautiful.
What's wrong?
I got a job offer from Harper and Row in New York.
Congratulations!
- 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 in Jackson.
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. - [laughing]
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.
[laughing]
[Elizabeth] Aibileen, can you come in here, please?
Good morning.
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. - [breathing heavily]
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'm OK.
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.
[footsteps approaching]
Call the police, Elizabeth. [gasps]
All you do is scare and lie to try to get what you want.
[Elizabeth] Aibileen, stop!
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. - No!
Baby. Baby.
I need you to remember everything I told you, OK?
- 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.
[Aibileen] Mae Mobley was my last baby.
In just ten minutes, the only life I knew was done.
[screaming] Aibee!
[Mae Mobley screaming]
God says we need to love our enemies.
[Mae Mobley] No!
It hard to do.
[yelling]
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...
...l 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.