All Saints Page #6

---

- Yeah.

The other boys okay?

Yeah, they're fine.

They're humiliated, which is

a bonus, as far as I'm concerned.

I know, I know.

These are good kids, but county rules say

that we're gonna have to find

'em an after-school structure

or we're gonna have to report 'em.

We're gonna start easy, okay?

"For the Beauty of the Earth."

And teens, don't let the little ones

out-sing you.

Okay.

Ready?

(SINGING) For the beauty

Of the earth

For the...

Boys, got to sing to be heard.

(SINGING SOFTLY) Of the skies

For the love

Which from our birth...

Okay, stop.

Boys.

Ta So, can you please stop tying your shoe?

All three of you sit up straight

and uncross your arms.

Because, I guarantee you, this will be

much more fun than juvenile hall.

Okay, let's start again.

(STRUMMING GUITAR)

ALL:
(SINGING) For the beauty

Of the earth

For the beauty of the sky...

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(PANTING)

Okay, I get it, I get it. I get the message.

You come around here awful early.

You're a farmer. You're up with the chickens.

Only chickens I got come in a KFC box.

I think I owe you an apology.

Yup.

Well,

you probably think you owe me one, too.

Nope.

Well, fine, you don't.

Look, just come back, okay?

See what everybody's doing. I mean,

the kids are lighting up the church,

Ye Win, he's growing stuff

like there's no tomorrow.

Hey, hey, be careful there.

My wife planted that.

Sorry.

Anyway, Ye Win probably

told you all about it.

If he hadn't, you wouldn't

have got past the front door.

Did he tell you that Jess Harlowe

gave me a boom sprayer?

Yeah. I bumped into Jess Harlowe...

Gives me one, just like that.

Well, glory be!

The new Elijah.

Come on, you got to be a little excited.

It's just what we need.

You got half of what you need.

You need a tractor to pull it.

If you try to hook that thing

up to Mary O's old pickup,

you're gonna crack the block.

You already done that, ain't you?

Yeah. That's why I need you around,

to keep my stupid on a leash.

Come on, Forrest.

Do you think you can trust me?

Nope.

All right, fair enough.

Maybe I am part huckster.

Maybe the Karen will never make a home here.

Maybe you're an old crank.

If all that's true, then maybe All Saints

is just the last hope for all of us.

(FORREST SIGHS)

ATTICUS:
So, did you have toys in the camp?

PO:
Sure, toys.

ATTICUS:
Did you have TV?

PO:
We made our own TV. It sucks.

So, how come you speak English,

but your parents don't?

They're not my parents.

They chose me in refugee camp.

You're here without your parents?

You stay for dinner?

My family make special dinner for you.

- Come on.

- Okay.

I'll race you!

Can't beat me!

Ain't no good without a tractor.

Still pretty great we got it.

Nah, just dead weight without a tractor.

How long before the crops

are shot, assuming no rain?

A week, maybe less.

Shame, too. Little rain, you'd have

made it, even with that hand pump.

What about a boom sprayer,

four weeks of daily watering?

- You might could get a crop.

- I told you,

it's no good without a tractor.

Yeah, yeah, I get that.

Here's what you'd gross

with a good crop out of the ground,

minus the Asian crop, which we don't handle.

(WHISTLES)

No, no.

I need my tractor every day.

I'd go broke without it.

Michael, it's harvest season.

Ain't nobody gonna lend us a tractor.

FORREST:
Aw, come on, John Jr.,

you was baptized at All Saints.

And your daddy, he tithed 10%

of all this for 30 years.

Now, why don't you just

give us that old junker there?

This is a $10,000 piece of equipment.

I can't.

You know, your daddy

would hit you with a shoe

for cheating folks like that away.

It's what the market will bear.

Well, that may be so.

But they've got a tally book up in heaven.

And your daddy, John Sr.,

is thinking he's never gonna

see your sorry self again.

Come on, Forrest, that ain't fair.

(SIGHS)

$8,500.

$7,250.

Fine. $6,000.

It's the best I can do. That's my cost.

Who are you and

where did you bury my husband?

You know, the crops could save the church.

Nice work, Farmer Bob.

Yeah.

If you just bake us up a tractor,

we'll be set.

6,000 lousy bucks. Can you believe it?

I bet you Riverview has that much

lost in their seat cushions.

Hey... Atticus quit the choir today.

Honey, hang on.

Hey.

Is that what you do, you quit things?

- Well, there are a lot of boys now.

- You said you'd do it.

No, I didn't. Nobody ever asked.

Since you're a member of the

family, you're doing it.

No, I'm not. I'm no good at singing.

Ask me if I care.

I'm good with crops.

- What?

- Po says so, and he was a farmer.

(SIGHS)

Well, if Po says so...

He wants to work the fields.

He's worried for Po.

We raised a great kid.

Look, I don't know if I can save this church.

I think it's too late.

You don't have a choice, Michael.

It's out of my hands. I don't have six grand.

I can't make it rain.

So... what, you just quit?

Scatter everyone to the winds?

No, I was thinking...

We haven't dug ourselves

too deep a hole, financially.

So maybe another diocese would want...

No, Michael.

This isn't just about you this time.

It's about all of us.

It's about everyone out there

who's broken their backs in the fields.

I know, but what do I do?

Do your job.

You stood up there,

before those people, and you asked them

what they would do to save the church.

Well, what would you do?

I've already done it. There's...

There's nothing left for me to do.

This isn't selling paper.

You made All Saints

a safe harbor for everyone.

You risked our careers on it.

And you made a promise.

You promised me and the bishop

and the Karen and God

that you would see it through.

I don't care what it means for us any more.

Just save it.

(EXHALES)

We got a call to make.

Okay, but if I need to come back,

you could find a job for me?

In sales.

Yeah, you know I love sales.

No, no, we really like it here.

It's just we're about to

take out this personal loan

that could swamp us if the crops fail,

and I'd have to leave

the ministry to pay it back.

Mmm-hmm.

Yes, Jerry, if I come back

to Jarvis and Jones,

this time it's for good.

That's right, earn that gold watch.

Okay. Hey, pal, thanks. I'll let you know.

All right.

How'd you get this, Michael?

Did you let your stupid off the leash again?

FORREST:
Come on, get it hooked up.

Ain't you a farmer by now?

(FORREST EXHALES)

All right, one of you turn the other cheek.

I'm getting a hemorrhoid

sitting here on this dadgum seat.

(GRUNTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

FORREST:
You ready?

Yeah, yeah, go.

(LAUGHING)

- Yeah!

- Michael.

Look at that.

Look at this.

- Man.

- I know. I know.

Look at it!

YE WIN:
I love water!

- Huh? What do you think?

- We did it, Michael.

We did it.

- We've got water!

- Water!

Hey... What's that, a farm scar?

A bullet hole.

You can blab about your war if you want to.

Mine's all private.

Wow. A hole like that

must have kept you out of fighting, huh?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes