Bridge To Terabithia Page #4

Hey, this is my friend, Jess.

Can he help?

So, you're the infamous Jess.

Hi, I'm Judy.

Leslie tells me you're good

with a paint brush.

Grab one and get going.

Come on! I am determined

to have this wall finished

so when the late sun hits it,

we can watch it catch fire.

Now, that's one steady hand, Jess.

That's an artist's hand. Am I right?

Yeah.

You know,

the best prize that life offers,

is the chance to work hard

at work worth doing.

Teddy Roosevelt said that, not me.

- Wow.

- What did I tell you? Was it worth it?

Hey, guys.

Jess, get started on your homework, OK?

I'm managing the store

on weekends, starting soon,

I need you to pick up

on some chores around here.

You know, the best prize

that life can offer

is working hard at work worth doing.

Hey...

...have you taken art classes?

No, I...

I just made them up myself.

You're really talented.

Jess, don't let those other kids

get in your way.

- Oh, here you go.

- Thank you.

I just went to use the girl's room.

Someone's in a stall,

crying their eyes out,

and I think it's Janice Avery.

It can't be the trick we played, can it?

No way. But come here.

Free to pee!

Get out of here!

Get out of here, now!

- You should go talk to her.

- You kidding?

It's not "skinned knee crying,"

it's something serious.

It's the girls' bathroom,

I can't go in there.

- I don't wanna go in there alone.

- What's the matter?

A girl who can stand up to a giant troll

is afraid of some dumb eighth grader?

Sorry.

- Go on, tell me.

- No, I don't wanna tell you.

- Why not?

- I'll tell you there.

He, like, came up to me.

I'm pretty sure he likes me.

No way! I like Tony!

Her dad gets really mad at her.

So? My dad gets mad at me...

pretty much all the time.

- He hits her.

- Oh.

Some neighbor heard them

yelling so loud, they called the police.

And it got out. And all the seventh

and the eighth graders know about it.

- Whoa.

- Which explains, like, a lot.

Well, what did you say to her?

Well, I told her about not having a TV

and everyone laughing at me.

I know what it's like

to have everyone think I was weird.

Then what'd she say?

She asked me for advice.

Janice Avery asked you for advice?

- Yeah.

- And?

Well, I told her just to pretend

that she had no idea

what anyone was talking about,

and in a few weeks' time,

everybody would just forget about it.

Man...

Then I gave her a piece of gum.

- We should go.

- Yeah.

- Wanna come back tomorrow?

- Can't. I got chores.

- How about the next day?

- Sunday we go to church.

- Can I come?

- You'd hate it.

- No, I think it'd be cool.

- Uh, girls can't wear pants.

- I've got dresses, Jess.

- You in a dress? That'd be a sight!

See ya!

That's what we need.

Bells... in Terabithia.

I'm really glad I came.

That whole Jesus thing,

it's really interesting.

It's not interesting.

It's scary!

It's nailing holes through your hands.

It's 'cause we're all vile sinners.

God made Jesus die.

- You really think that's true?

- It's in the Bible.

You have to believe it,

and you hate it.

I don't have to believe it,

and I think it's beautiful.

- You gotta believe the Bible, Leslie.

- Why?

'Cause if you

don't believe in the Bible,

God will damn you to hell when you die.

Wow, May Belle.

Where'd you hear that?

That's right, huh, Jess?

God damns you to hell

if you don't believe in the Bible.

- I think so.

- Well, I don't think so.

I seriously do not think God

goes around damning people to hell.

He's too busy running all this.

Hey, Jess.

Give me a hand.

Yeah. I'm coming.

Get my drill out of the greenhouse.

You haven't managed

to kill those yet?

Not funny.

Look.

Ever thought of

putting them in the sun?

Jess. Jess.

- Where are my keys?

- What?

My keys. You never gave them back to me.

- Think!

- I put the drill down here.

Damn it, the keys to the store

are on it, the register, all of it.

They have to replace those locks,

$ 700 out of my paycheck.

They gotta be right here.

- If I don't have those keys...

- I'll find them, Dad. I promise.

Why don't you draw me some money

to pay for it? How about that?

Make yourself useful,

draw me some money.

I said I'll find them.

You look awful.

What's the matter?

I lost the keys where my dad works,

and now he has to get

new keys made, and locks.

May Belle?

Please don't anyone get mad at me.

- What?

- He...

- I know where your dad's keys are.

- You do?

You know the bells

we talked about making?

Well, it was meant to be a surprise.

All that clanking metal and junk.

And... May Belle wanted to help.

And you let her?

Why did you tell me

you found them on the ground?

- They were.

- On the ground in the greenhouse.

What's the matter with you?

Dad wants to kill me.

I was waiting for the right time.

So you know where the keys are?

See ya later.

- Tell Mom I'll be home in a bit.

- Are you gonna tell Dad it was me?

Don't worry. It's my job

to get Dad's keys back. See you later.

Whoa.

Look how high it got.

Come on. Let's go.

"Get your head out of the clouds, boy.

Draw me some money.

- Make yourself useful, draw me money."

- What are you going on about?

"This isn't one of your cartoons.

This is serious."

What's so great about being serious

all the time anyway? Tell me that.

What if the Dark Master

gets the keys first?

I'm not scared of any Dark Master,

and those are my dad's keys.

Leslie, get behind me.

Jess, turn around. There's more.

Here, take this.

Jess!

P.T., get him!

Good boy, P.T.

Yeah!

- Dead meat! Dead meat! Dead meat!

- Whoa!

Run!

Come on! Faster!

Dead meat! Dead meat!

Dead meat! Dead meat!

Told you they were grenades.

Jess!

I got you, Leslie!

I got you!

Up ahead! Get ready!

- They'll catch us.

- We're the fastest in Terabithia.

He's watching us.

Where are the keys?

Here, open this.

Where are Terabithian warriors

when you need them?

I don't know.

Great. Now there's three of us.

- Wow.

- Now we're even.

Attack!

Dead meat! Dead meat!

Dead meat! Dead meat! Dead meat!

Come on.

- Come on, P.T.

- Dead meat!

Be careful!

You're almost there.

Jess!

Jess!

Hey.

- See ya!

- Yeah, see ya.

Jess! I called you three times.

It's your girlfriend.

She's not my girlfriend.

- Hey.

- Hello, Jess.

Wait. Who is this?

It's Saturday, but it's

your teacher, Ms. Edmunds.

I was planning on taking my nephews

into the city to the museum,

and my sister changed her plans

last minute, so I had a thought.

- Hey, Mom.

- Hmm? Is it the baby?

No, she's fine.

May Belle's got her.

Teacher wants me to go

on a field trip today.

- Is that OK?

- Mmm.

Ms. Edmunds? Yeah, I can go.

- All set?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yes, ma'am.

Forget something?

No. I'm good.

Wow.

Honey, honey, stay here.

- Do you like it?

- Yeah.

It's Brueghel.

It's one of my favorites.

I wonder if he started in notebooks

like you. I know da Vinci did.

It's amazing how much

detail's put into it.

You've been to a museum before, right?

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