EXT. POST OFFICE - DAY
TOWNSFOLK gather outside an old post office, a redbrickbuilding in the town square. By their dress we know it’s the1960s. Confederate flags tell us we’re in the Deep South.As black and white people sit in fold-out chairs, we favorTHREE WOMEN - one in her seventies, another in hermid-forties and the third, mixed-race and elegant, in herlate-thirties, with her young black son. They sit in thefront row.A sedan with Confederate and American flags fluttering pullsto a stop and a state trooper opens the door. A MAN in adark suit gets out. We see only glimpses of him - hands,mouth, weary eyes - but a buzz of puzzlement and surprisefollow him as he walks slowly up the aisle. He sits in thefront row, across the aisle from the three women. The womenmeet his eyes with a mixture of disdain and curiosity.DISSOLVE TO:
INT. FISHER HOME, KITCHEN - DAY
IDA MAE, a heavyset black woman of about forty, hums a hymnas she peels apples. A BABY in a high chair licks sugar fromher fingers. We hear a woman’s sweet southern voiceapproaching.WOMAN’S VOICE (O.S.)Ida Mae, I need Mabel to go --The woman, (MRS. FISHER) pretty, early thirties, enters andreacts.MRS. FISHEROh, Ida Mae! How many times have Itold you? I don’t want Jenny --She wipes the baby’s hands and mouth with a towel.IDA MAEAin’t gon’ hurt her none, MissJuliette. Jus’ a little sumpin’sweet.MRS. FISHERNevertheless, you know I don’t wanther having sugar or molasses.