Judge.

CLIFF
AW, she's tellin' a great big ole Georgia lie, Judge. I wasn't spendin'
no money of her'n.

WOMAN
Yes he was, Judge. There wasn't no money for him to git _but_ mine. He
ain't hit a lick of work since God been to Macon. Know whut he 'lowed
when I worry him 'bout workin'? Says he wouldn't take a job wid de
Careless Love Lumber Company, puttin' out whut make you do me lak you
do, do, do.

JUDGE
So, you goes for a sweet-back, do you?

CLIFF
Naw suh, Judge. I'd be glad to work if I could find a job.

JUDGE
How long you been outa work?

CLIFF
Seventeen years--

JUDGE
Seventeen years?
(to woman)
You been takin' keer of dis man for seventeen years?

WOMAN
Naw, but he been so mean to me, it seems lak seventeen
years.

JUDGE
Now you tell me just where he hurt you.

WOMAN
Judge, tell you de truth, I'm hurt all over.
(Rubs her buttocks)
Fact is I'm cut.

JUDGE
Did you git cut in de fracas?

WOMAN
(feeling the back of her left thigh
below her buttocks)
Not in de fracas, Judge--just below it.
(She starts to show the JUDGE where
she has been cut. He motions to stop
her.)

JUDGE
Stop!
(to Officer Simpson)
Grab him. Put him in de shade.

CLIFF
Judge, I'm unguilty! I ain't laid de weight of my hand on her in malice.
You got me 'cused of murder and I ain't harmed a child.

JUDGE
Lemme ast _you_ something. Didn't you know dat all de women in dis town
belongs to me? Beat my women and I'll stuff you in jail. 90 years. Take
'im away.
(CLIFF is led off to jail. JUDGE looks
angrily at the boy who is holding
hands with the pretty girl)
You runs me hot and I'm just dyin' to sit on _yo'_ case.
Whut you in here for?

BOY
Nothin'.

JUDGE
Well, whut you doin' in my court, you gater-faced rascal?

BOY
My girl wanted to see whut was goin' on, so I brought
her in.

JUDGE
Oh yeah!
(Smiles at GIRL)
She was usin' good sense to come see whut I'm doin', but how come _you_
come in here? You gointer have a hard time gittin' out.

BOY
I ain't done a thing. I ain't never done nothin'. I'm just as clean as a
fish, a