Desire Under the Elms
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- 1958
- 111 min
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That's where your father
hides his money. It belongs to you.
- Say it.
- It belongs to me.
This farm would have been nothing
without my land.
He only married me for the land.
He needed a woman to look after
his home when his other wife died.
Killed her the same way he's killing me.
- He worked her darn to death.
- Ma, don't say that.
You're not gonna die.
When I'm gone, and you're old enough,
take your rights.
He'll never die, that old man,
he'll live longer than the mountains.
You'll have to fight for what is yours,
don't depend on your stepbrothers.
and when you need money, take it.
Everything here is yours.
You promise?
You promise to remember, Eben?
I promise.
Say it. "Everything here is mine
and some day I'll take it."
Everything here is mine
and some day I'll take it.
We must go back. You mark the place.
Come.
Eben.
Gonna stand there moonin' all day?
She's been dead for years.
You and your brothers
have gotta get home to dinner.
Weaklings.
In the prime of your youth
and I can work you into the ground.
Spring.
The snow's off the mountains
and the buds are out.
Spring.
Spring, and I'm feelin' damned.
Damned like an old bare hickory branch
fit only for burnin'.
I'm gonna learn
God's message to me in the spring,
like the prophets done.
Now you get back to work, all of you.
Crazy. Crazy as a loon.
"God's message in the spring."
I know what he feels,
the trouble in his blood.
No, I'm never gonna leave here.
I don't wanna wander.
I wanna walk in my own fields,
smell the blossoms on my fruit trees.
I wanna bring a woman here and say,
"This is the work of my own bare hands."
You move stones, brother.
Let Pa hear the crazy calls.
One's enough for one family.
Get to work.
There's plenty of stones to clear.
I don't know when, but I'll be back.
No matter how long I'm gone,
don't get any ideas that I'm dead.
I've sworn to live to 100 and I'll do it,
if only to spite you. And you.
All of you, now, get back to work.
Let's go, boy.
There he goes. Reckon he's drunk?
He ain't drunk.
Just smart.
Riding off, leaving us here,
piling stone on stone, year in, year out.
Making stone walls
so he can fence us in.
Maybe it ain't a bad idea,
getting away from here.
- California.
There's gold in California, fields of gold.
A fortune lying on the ground,
waiting to be picked.
- You'll never get to the gold fields.
- Don't be so sure.
- Where would you get the money?
- We could walk.
Walkin' ain't new to us.
Put our steps end to end,
we'd be on the moon.
You won't ever go, Peter.
You neither, Sim.
You just wait for your share
of the farm, thinking he'll die soon.
- Two-thirds is ours.
- We've a right.
You haven't any right.
She wasn't your mother.
It was her farm, he stole it. He'd have
a little rump of land without her.
She's dead now and it's my farm.
You tell Pa when he comes back.
I bet you he laughs.
For the first time in his life.
What have you got against us?
There's something.
Year after year, I've seen it in your eyes.
Why didn't you stand between him
and my mother all those years,
to repay the kindness she done you?
- There was always work to be done.
- We never had time to meddle.
California.
Boats leave out of Boston every week
for the Golden Gate.
When Pa comes back,
ask him for the passage money.
I'll bet he laughs
for the second time in his life.
Six weeks already.
No word from the old mule.
Real peaceful, ain't it?
- Maybe he's dead.
- It ain't that peaceful.
Goin' for a walk?
Maybe.
Nice night for a walk.
Gonna be a full moon.
What direction might a young fella go
on a night of full moon?
Can't hardly guess, unless
it was the road to the widow's house.
Eben? Don't seem possible.
He's all dressed up.
You gotta take that into account.
All dressed up, all right,
Won't be the first time
all dressed up in front of Min's door.
Wouldn't be the last time, either.
- Sure. No need to feel touchy.
You got plenty
- Right in the family.
- All the generations.
Animals. A pair of laughing hyenas.
I want nothing to do with you.
Eben?
Where have you been? I waited.
- Celebrating in town.
- Celebrating what?
It's a private celebration.
Some news I heard.
- It's been a big night for news.
- You're drunk.
Don't you want to come in?
You're soft and warm and pretty.
Don't let's stand here talking like this.
Come on in.
That's what I came to tell you.
I'm never coming here any more.
You've been good to me, Min,
but I'm through.
- I'm through taking what's left over.
- What are you talking about?
What's come over you?
Goodbye.
- It's me. Get up.
- What'd you do that for?
I got news for you.
I'm the bearer of glad tidings.
- Can't you wait till we get our sleep?
- It's sun-up.
Don't you wanna hear it?
He's gone and married again.
- Pa?
- He's got himself hitched.
- What?
- To an Italian woman, 25 years old.
- And pretty, they say.
- Who said?
It's a lie. You're drunk.
They're making fun of you.
I wasn't drunk till after I heard.
She was a waitress
in a hotel in New Dover.
- Married!
- He did it to spite us.
Everything'll go to her now.
- 25-year-old... greenhorn.
- I hope she's a she-devil.
I hope she makes Pa
wish he was dead, in hell.
Amen.
"I'm gonna learn God's message
to me in the spring," he says.
Go thou and chase yourself a woman.
The stinkin' old hypocrite.
- Well, it's done.
- It's done us.
It's done us.
There's gold in California.
If we stay here...
Just what I was thinking.
Might as well do it first as last.
- Let's leave this morning.
- Suits me.
- You must like walking.
- Lend us wings and we'll fly.
You'd like riding on a boat better,
wouldn't you?
- If you sign this paper, you can.
- What?
This is something I got in writing
in case you wanna go.
What's it say?
It says that for $300 to each of you,
you agree that your shares in the farm
are sold over to me.
$600. Where'd you get
that kind of money, anyway?
I found out where the old man hid it.
Ma showed me. It's her money.
Where's it hid?
- What do you know about that?
If you've got so much money,
why not go yourself?
I'm gonna get what's mine,
if it takes forever.
Well, is it a deal?
- I don't know.
- Me neither.
If he's got hitched again,
we'd be selling Eben
something we'd never get anyhow.
Are you gonna sign?
Pa and his new bride
will be here any time now.
Let's see the colour
of the old skinflint's money.
Twenty-dollar gold pieces. Thirty of them.
- Six hundred dollars.
- Now sign.
- Thanks.
- Thanks for the ride.
We'll send you
a lump of gold for Christmas.
We ought to stay and see the bride,
make sure Eben ain't lyin'.
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