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Sinners · written by Ryan Coogler · 2025
Scene 16 of 110 · ≈ 2 min on screen · Act one
In 1932 Mississippi, gifted sharecropper-bluesman Sammie Moore wants to make a life in the blues beyond his preacher father's rules, but the opening night of his cousins' juke joint becomes a siege by a vampire offering the community belonging at the price of its freedom.
The legend and prologue frame Sammie's segregated Delta life under his father's church and the twins' shadow.
Sammie approaches the praise house angry, then steadies himself before going inside.
Jedidiah makes Sammie rehearse church music and a sermon, warning that the blues will bring the devil home.
Smoke and Stack collect Sammie outside the church while Jedidiah watches his son leave with wounded pride.
This scene
Smoke drives while Stack rides shotgun and Sammie sits in the backseat with a wondrous grin on his face.
STACK
Look at you all grown up! You get
you a little girlfriend yet? Maybe
a few?
Smoke whacks Stack on his shoulder.
SMOKE
You been okay?
SAMMIE
I can’t complain. Work is what it
is.
SMOKE
Yo Daddy doing right by you?
Sammie nods but Smoke doesn’t see it.
SMOKE (CONT’D)
He not putting his hands on you is
he?
SAMMIE
Nah man. Nothing too much.
Smoke relaxes.
SMOKE
The little ones?
SAMMIE
Only when they deserve it. Ma
usually hands out the whoopings.
SMOKE
Good. Uncle Jed was always good.
SAMMIE
Tell me about Chicago. I heard
everybody up north wears a
pinstripe suit, that true?
STACK
Nah. But a lot of folks do.
Especially downtown.
SAMMIE
Heard it get cold too.
STACK
As a hooker’s heart.
Sammie smiles at this.
SAMMIE
Is it colder than New York?
STACK
Sure is.
SAMMIE
What about over in France when
ya’ll was giving them Huns what
for?
SMOKE
It was warm when we were there.
Sammie nods and thinks deeply on this.
SAMMIE
I heard it ain’t got Jim Crow up
there. A Black man can go where he
Stack laughs at this. Smoke doesn’t.
SMOKE
You can’t be believing everything
you hear. This town gonna fill
your head with all that make
believe but we gonna give it to
you straight. Chicago ain't shit
but Mississippi with tall
buildings instead a plantations.
STACK
And they got cr ackas that like to
split themselves up. Italians,
Jews, Polacks, Huns, Irishmen...
Down here its easier. Just cracka.
That’s it. Up there they got
different flavors. And them
crackas kill each other every day
believe it or not.
SMOKE
But the one thing they can agree
on, is HATING our black asses.