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I was born 1911, Chickasaw County,
Piedmont Plantation.
And did you know,
as a girl growing up,
that one day you'd be a maid?
Yes, ma'am, I did.
And you knew that because...
My mama was a maid.
My grandmama was a house slave.
House... slave.
Do you ever dream
of being something else?
What does it feel like
to raise a white child
when your own child's at home being
looked after by somebody else?
It feel...
I done raised 17 kids in my life.
Looking after white babies,
that's what I do.
Aibee, Aibee.
- Hi!
- Aibee!
I know how to get them babies to sleep,
stop crying and go in the toilet bow/
before their mamas even
get out of bed in the morning.
Babies like fat.
They like big fat legs, too.
That I know.
You is kind, you is smart...
...you is important.
- You is smart...
- Smart...
...you is kind...
- ... you is kind...
...you is important.
- ... you is important.
That's so good.
That's so good.
I work for the Leefolts
from eight to four; six days a week.
I make 95 cent an hour.
That comes to $182 every month.
I do all the cooking, cleaning, washing,
ironing and grocery shopping.
But mostly, I take care of Baby Girl.
And, Lord, I worry she gonna be fat.
Mae Mobley.
Ain't going to be
no beauty queen either.
Aibileen, bridge club is in an hour.
Did you finish the chicken salad?
- Yes.
- Oh, and Hilly's deviled eggs.
- No paprika.
- Mm-hm.
Does this dress look homemade?
I reckon when you finish it won't.
Well, thank you.
Miss Leefolt still don't
pick Baby Girl up but once a day.
The birthing blues got hold
of Miss Leefolt pretty hard.
I done seen it happen plenty of times,
once babies start having
their own babies.
And the young
white ladies of Jackson...
...oh Lord, was they having babies.
But not Miss Skeeter.
No man and no babies.
- Morning.
- Hi.
- My name is Eugenia Phelan, and...
- Come on.
Eugenia Phelan, Mr. Blackly.
Shut the damn door.
I guarantee you, one day they're going
to figure out cigarettes will kill you.
OK, Miss Phelan,
let's see what you got.
Murrah High: editor.
Ole Miss Rebel Rouser. editor.
Double major.
Junior League: editor.
- Damn, girl, don't you have fun?
- Is that important?
- Do you have any references?
- Yes.
Right here.
This...
This is a rejection letter.
Not exactly. See, Miss Stein thought...
Stein?
Elaine Stein, from Harper and Row
Publishing in New York.
Oh, Lord.
I'm gonna be a serious writer,
Mr. Blackly.
I applied for a job,
but Mrs. Stein thought...
She said no.
Well, until I gain some experience.
See? Says right there.
"Great potential. Gain some experience
and please apply again. "
Oh, Christ. I guess you'll do.
Do you clean?
- I'm sorry. Clean?
- Clean.
Grab that basket.
Miss Myrna has gone
shit-house crazy on us.
She drunk hairspray or something.
I want you to read her past columns.
Then read these letters and you
answer them just like she would.
Nobody is gonna know
the damn difference.
You know who Miss Myrna is?
I read her articles all the time.
Articles? Miss Phelan,
it's a cleaning advice column.
Eight bucks a week.
Copy is due on Thursday.
Hello?
Lou Ann, honey, I can't talk right now.
I'm at work.
What? Shut that goddamn door.
Mama, we're late for bridge!
Miss Hilly was the first
of the babies to have a baby.
...Three...
And it must have come out of her like
the 11th Commandment,
'cause once Miss Hilly had a baby,
every girl at the bridge table
had to have one, too.
Minny, go get Mama!
Missus Walters,
you need help coming down?
- I'm down.
- Ooh.
- I been down.
- Give me a heart attack.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Missus Walters.
Here, let me help you.
Take that off.
It's 98 degrees out there.
- Is it?
- Yes, ma'am.
Well, let's put my coat on then.
- Come on, Minny.
- All right.
- Here's your pocketbook.
- Thank you.
OK, let me get the pie.
Hold on, Missus Walters. Hold on.
Once Missus Walters' arteries went hard,
Miss Hilly moved her into her house
and fired the maid she had
to make room for Minny too.
See, Minny about the best cook
in Mississippi,
and Miss Hilly wanted her.
I lost my own boy, Treelore,
four years ago.
After that, I just didn't want
to live no more.
It took God and Minny
to get me through it.
Minn y my best friend.
Old lady like me lucky to have her.
After my boy died, a bitter seed
was planted inside of me.
And I just didn't feel
so accepting any more.
No.
You drunk up two glasses of grape juice.
Piedmont Plantation.
And did you know,
as a girl growing up,
that one day you'd be a maid?
Yes, ma'am, I did.
And you knew that because...
My mama was a maid.
My grandmama was a house slave.
House... slave.
Do you ever dream
of being something else?
What does it feel like
to raise a white child
when your own child's at home being
looked after by somebody else?
It feel...
I done raised 17 kids in my life.
Looking after white babies,
that's what I do.
Aibee, Aibee.
- Hi!
- Aibee!
I know how to get them babies to sleep,
stop crying and go in the toilet bow/
before their mamas even
get out of bed in the morning.
Babies like fat.
They like big fat legs, too.
That I know.
You is kind, you is smart...
...you is important.
- You is smart...
- Smart...
...you is kind...
- ... you is kind...
...you is important.
- ... you is important.
That's so good.
That's so good.
I work for the Leefolts
from eight to four; six days a week.
I make 95 cent an hour.
That comes to $182 every month.
I do all the cooking, cleaning, washing,
ironing and grocery shopping.
But mostly, I take care of Baby Girl.
And, Lord, I worry she gonna be fat.
Mae Mobley.
Ain't going to be
no beauty queen either.
Aibileen, bridge club is in an hour.
Did you finish the chicken salad?
- Yes.
- Oh, and Hilly's deviled eggs.
- No paprika.
- Mm-hm.
Does this dress look homemade?
I reckon when you finish it won't.
Well, thank you.
Miss Leefolt still don't
pick Baby Girl up but once a day.
The birthing blues got hold
of Miss Leefolt pretty hard.
I done seen it happen plenty of times,
once babies start having
their own babies.
And the young
white ladies of Jackson...
...oh Lord, was they having babies.
But not Miss Skeeter.
No man and no babies.
- Morning.
- Hi.
- My name is Eugenia Phelan, and...
- Come on.
Eugenia Phelan, Mr. Blackly.
Shut the damn door.
I guarantee you, one day they're going
to figure out cigarettes will kill you.
OK, Miss Phelan,
let's see what you got.
Murrah High: editor.
Ole Miss Rebel Rouser. editor.
Double major.
Junior League: editor.
- Damn, girl, don't you have fun?
- Is that important?
- Do you have any references?
- Yes.
Right here.
This...
This is a rejection letter.
Not exactly. See, Miss Stein thought...
Stein?
Elaine Stein, from Harper and Row
Publishing in New York.
Oh, Lord.
I'm gonna be a serious writer,
Mr. Blackly.
I applied for a job,
but Mrs. Stein thought...
She said no.
Well, until I gain some experience.
See? Says right there.
"Great potential. Gain some experience
and please apply again. "
Oh, Christ. I guess you'll do.
Do you clean?
- I'm sorry. Clean?
- Clean.
Grab that basket.
Miss Myrna has gone
shit-house crazy on us.
She drunk hairspray or something.
I want you to read her past columns.
Then read these letters and you
answer them just like she would.
Nobody is gonna know
the damn difference.
You know who Miss Myrna is?
I read her articles all the time.
Articles? Miss Phelan,
it's a cleaning advice column.
Eight bucks a week.
Copy is due on Thursday.
Hello?
Lou Ann, honey, I can't talk right now.
I'm at work.
What? Shut that goddamn door.
Mama, we're late for bridge!
Miss Hilly was the first
of the babies to have a baby.
...Three...
And it must have come out of her like
the 11th Commandment,
'cause once Miss Hilly had a baby,
every girl at the bridge table
had to have one, too.
Minny, go get Mama!
Missus Walters,
you need help coming down?
- I'm down.
- Ooh.
- I been down.
- Give me a heart attack.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Missus Walters.
Here, let me help you.
Take that off.
It's 98 degrees out there.
- Is it?
- Yes, ma'am.
Well, let's put my coat on then.
- Come on, Minny.
- All right.
- Here's your pocketbook.
- Thank you.
OK, let me get the pie.
Hold on, Missus Walters. Hold on.
Once Missus Walters' arteries went hard,
Miss Hilly moved her into her house
and fired the maid she had
to make room for Minny too.
See, Minny about the best cook
in Mississippi,
and Miss Hilly wanted her.
I lost my own boy, Treelore,
four years ago.
After that, I just didn't want
to live no more.
It took God and Minny
to get me through it.
Minn y my best friend.
Old lady like me lucky to have her.
After my boy died, a bitter seed
was planted inside of me.
And I just didn't feel
so accepting any more.
No.
You drunk up two glasses of grape juice.
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