Baby the Rain Must Fall Page #3

That's where I found Henry Thomas

that first night.

Sitting right there.

I was on my way home

about this same time of night.

I looked over and saw this little boy

sitting there...

...crying.

How did Miss Kate

ever come to get him?

The sheriff thought he'd have to

send him on to an orphanage...

...but Miss Kate heard about him,

and we gave him to her.

Seemed like the best thing

to do at the time.

I sometimes wish I never heard of Miss

Kate Dawson. Or Henry Thomas either.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- And how you doing, policeman?

- Fine.

Henry, I think sometime today you'd

better stop in and see Miss Kate.

Sure.

Say, listen, are you going on

home now?

- Well, would you mind?...

- Want me to take your little girl?

I sure would appreciate it.

Save us a trip, honey. Okay?

Honey, you know Miss Clara

that's gonna look after you?

- Mr. Slim's her brother.

- What's that around his waist?

- Oh, that's a gun.

- Does he shoot people with it?

- No, honey.

- Is he a convict?

No, he's a deputy.

- Will you come with me, young lady?

- All right.

Give me a kiss.

Bye-bye.

Guess I'd better get ready for work.

Hey, Slim.

Hey.

Hey, let me ask you something.

Did Miss Kate?... She tell you she

wanted to see me herself?

I just think you'd better

get over there.

The judge talked to her last night.

She's all worked up...

...threatening to call the sheriff.

Okay.

Thanks, man.

- Are you Georgette Thomas?

- Yes.

- I'm Ruth May Oliver.

- Hi.

We're gonna work together. I came on

earlier so I could show you the ropes.

Have you ever worked

in a drive-in before?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Five years, back in Tyler.

You won't have any trouble here.

They're all the same.

You can leave your pocketbook

or anything personal in here.

- We keep it locked.

- Thank you.

Here you are.

There's a mirror in here,

if you want to comb your hair.

Did you have to wear a uniform

in the drive-in?

Oh, well, the first place

I worked we did.

The second place,

just our own clothes.

One place wanted me to wear

a costume. I said I wouldn't do that.

Said I was there to work,

not put on a show.

Did you and your husband own

a house back in Tyler or did you rent?

Well, my husband wasn't

with us in Tyler.

We hadn't seen him for a while,

until we came here.

But we were all planning

on being together for a long time...

...and now we're just

as happy as we can be.

Me and my husband

and my little girl.

I was...

I was saying to him just last night...

...that it was worth waiting

a long time to be this happy.

And he agreed.

He said...

He said nothing can ever

separate us from him again.

That's nice.

Yeah.

See that tree?

Your daddy and I once built

a tree house up in the top of that tree.

How'd you do it?

I don't know. Just climbed

up there and built it.

- Do you climb up there now?

- No. Not now.

Your daddy used to love to eat supper

with us over here, Margaret Rose.

The lady he stayed with wasn't

very much of a cook...

...so they lived out of cans

most of the time.

Every night when I was fixing supper,

he'd come in and say:

"Something sure smells good. "

And I'd ask him if he'd like

to stay to supper, and he'd say:

"Oh, I don't mind. "

And I'd tell him

to go call Miss Kate.

And sometimes she'd let him stay

and sometimes she wouldn't.

What's Mr. Slim going in

the graveyard for, Miss Breedlove?

To take some flowers

to his wife's grave.

- There are dead people in there.

- They won't hurt you.

How do you know?

Because I've lived next door to it all

these years, and they never hurt me.

Still, I'd be scared to go in there.

Catherine, Slim said that

Miss Kate's still all upset.

- Did you give her that letter?

- Yeah.

And she read your letter,

and she says she is mad...

...because you started up

that string band again...

...and playing for dances.

She say, when she agreed to have

you come back here on your parole...

...you promised her that you

was going back to night school.

Yeah, I know I did.

She gonna tell the sheriff, to see if he

can't make you keep your promises.

Hey, Catherine, she know

about my wife and my little girl?

She does.

Well, now, you go up

and you tell her...

...that I can't go to night school.

That I've gotta work day and night

at anything I can...

...to support my wife

and my little girl.

If you ain't quit that band by tomorrow,

she gonna get the sheriff...

...to see if he can't straighten you out.

You quit that band, because she

gonna see to it that you go to the pen.

I'm not gonna quit,

and you can tell her that.

- You tell her yourself.

- All right, I will.

I'm not gonna quit my music.

You hear that, old lady?

I'm not gonna quit my music!

Morning, Henry.

Morning, Mrs. Tillman.

I was expecting you this morning.

Aren't you gonna scrub

my kitchen for me? It's so dirty.

Yes, ma'am.

I was just coming over

to do it right now.

All right.

I've some soup here for Miss Kate.

We'll be back in a little.

I'm not gonna be able to have supper

with you. I gotta get to Cotton, set up.

All right. Do you know

what time you'll be home?

Come on over here.

I climbed the chinaberry tree

at Miss Clara's today.

I wish we had one

in our yard to climb.

Well, we're gonna get one.

Miss Clara's gonna send over

some plants for us...

...and maybe some

of them will be trees.

I'd like to have all kinds of trees.

A chinaberry tree and a sycamore

and an oak tree and a fig tree.

And flowers everywhere.

I was just telling Margaret Rose...

...about all the trees and flowers

we're gonna put in the yard.

You hungry, honey?

Do you think you can catch me?

- Bet you can't.

- Bet I can.

Ready? One, two, three!

- Quiet. Quiet.

- Come on. Come on.

Hey, baby.

Where you going?

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

Hey, partner. Just a minute.

Henry?

I was singing, this guy started

howling, and I went for him.

I'm quitting the string band.

Miss Kate didn't think

I ought to take up music again.

I ought to go to night school

and learn a trade.

Well, maybe she's right.

I'll write my songs on the side,

but that's all.

No more singing.

No more string band...

...and no more guitar.

I'll play tomorrow night

at the Wagon Wheel...

...because I promised.

But after that, no more.

I can't go back to that pen.

You're not going back to the pen.

- Hi.

- Hello, Mr. Slim.

These are the plants that my sister

asked me to bring to you.

- They're all marked.

- Why, thank you so much.

We're going to my daddy's

dance tonight.

I told Henry that I haven't danced in

so long, I'm sure I've forgotten how.

My daddy didn't approve of dancing,

but I went anyhow.

- Do you like to dance?

- Well, I used to.

- Don't you go anymore either?

- No, ma'am. I haven't gone in about...

...two years. Not to dance anyway.

- Can you sing songs?

- No.

- My daddy can.

- I know that.

Oh, look at them birds.

I wonder what kind they are.

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