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Norwood: But I want to know what’s the matter with you--whether you’re crazy or not. In that case, you’ll have to be locked up. And if you aren’t, you’ll have to change your ways a damn sight or it won’t be safe for you here, and you know it--venting your impudence on white women, parking the car in front of my door, driving like mad through the Junction, and going, everywhere, just as you please. Now, I’m going to let you talk to me, but I want you to talk right.

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Robert: (Hysterically as he takes his father by the throat) Why don’t you shoot, papa? (Norwood’s hands claw the air helplessly. Robert chokes the struggling white man until his body grows limp.) Why don’t you shoot! Why don’t you shoot? Huh? Why?

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