East Of Eden

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Nice fat deposit.

You're sure in the right business, Sally.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Deposit.

Another nice deposit.

You and Sally are sure

in the right business.

I'm in a hurry, please.

Hi, Kate.

Have you cleaned up the house

across the way?

I haven't had time yet.

You should always do that one first.

Anne!

Come here.

Did you ever see that kid out there before?

I think maybe he was in the bar last night.

Send Joe in.

Joe.

Hello, Pretty Boy.

- Call me, Kate?

- Yeah. Take a look out the window.

There's a kid who's been following me

all the way to the bank and back.

Come here, you young squirt, come here.

- You want me?

- What's the idea of throwing that stone?

Any law against throwing stones?

You're tough? Come here!

What are you hanging around here for,

anyway?

- Would she talk to me?

- Kate?

What for? What do you want?

Just wanna talk to her.

- What do you want, you?

- Nothing.

You live around here?

- In Monterey?

- Salinas.

What's your name?

You're not talking? Now, look...

why are you following Kate around?

What's the idea, squirt?

Any law against following

around the town...

madam, whatever you call her?

I don't know if there's any law against it,

but she don't like it.

She owns that house over there, too,

don't she?

But don't you go hanging

around there, squirt. You're too young.

Now come on. Now beat it.

Is that her real name?

- Kate. Is that her real name?

- Sure, as far as I know. Why?

What's her last name?

Nobody's got any last name

around here, kid. Why?

You tell her I hate her.

I should have gone right on in there.

Should have gone right on in there

and talked to her.

Cal wasn't home all night.

Boy, is he gonna catch it from Dad.

- You know what the girls in class call him?

- No, what?

The Prowler.

- I'll tell him that.

- You better not, Aron.

- Promise me you won't.

- Why not?

Please don't. I don't want you...

- Hi, Cal.

- Hi.

Hello, Cal.

Excuse me for talking.

We're going down to see the icehouse

that Dad's gonna buy.

- Do you want to come?

- What icehouse?

The one he's buying

to freeze the vegetables with.

He's been talking about it every night

for the last week.

Is Dad gonna be there?

Why sure, he's gonna buy it.

I'll skip it.

You're gonna have

to see him sometime, Cal.

- Come on.

- Hey, Aron.

Yeah?

- Why don't you ask me where I've been?

- Would you tell me?

- No.

- Then what's the use of my asking?

- Is Dad mad at me?

- Well, you were out all night.

He was worried.

Yeah, I bet.

You gonna come or not?

Okay. I'll see you at supper.

He's coming.

He's coming.

You see, Will, I got the idea

from an article I read.

They dug up a mastodon

somewhere in Siberia.

Been in the ice for thousands of years

and the meat was still good.

Mastodon?

What have you got to say for yourself?

This is my son, Cal.

When you were his age,

I imagine you thought it only right...

to let your father know

before you stayed out all night.

Or at least to offer some kind

of apology when you did come home.

Well, times change.

As I was saying,

a mastodon is a kind of elephant.

Hasn't lived on the Earth for a long while.

- And the meat was still fresh?

- Sweet as a pork chop.

You're more excited about this

than you've been for a long time.

Now, I seem to be, don't I?

See, Will, I've been sort of

in a rut out there in the ranch.

- Sixteen, 17 years, I've kept out of things.

- I know.

But now I feel that

if I could only do something...

some little thing for, before I die,

some little thing for progress...

for people, maybe.

Call it anything you want.

I might make up for all the years

I've been lying fallow.

So, lately I've been reading up all I can

about refrigeration.

And I can't get it out of my head

that you can keep anything good...

as long as you can get it cold enough.

Like that mastodon there.

- Good afternoon, Abra.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Trask.

- Hello, Mr. Hamilton.

- Hello.

- Hello, Son.

- Hi, Dad.

Now my son, Aron, that is,

thinks I may have a good idea here.

Dad wrapped a head of lettuce

in wax paper...

and kept it in our icebox

for over three weeks...

and it still came out fresh and good.

Right?

Quite right, Son.

- Dad, is it all right if we look around?

- 'Course, Aron. Belongs to us now.

Do you know where the biggest market

for vegetables is in the winter?

- Where?

- New York City.

And they can't raise them there.

But the railroad had promised me

those fruit cars.

Don't you have anything to say to me, Cal?

- Yeah.

- It's about time. Well?

I read in the Monterey newspaper...

that if we get into this war...

there are gonna be some fortunes made.

But you're gonna make them

in beans and corn, and stuff like that.

- You don't need all this ice.

- You're perfectly right.

Beans are up to 3 cents.

You wanna make a profit, you plant beans.

And they keep, too, don't they?

But I'm not particularly interested

in making a profit, Cal.

Look here, Will.

I'm not an inventor nor a scientist...

but I know I have an idea here.

I come from a whole family of inventors.

People full of ideas like this one.

I'm the only one that didn't have an idea...

and the only one that ever made a dime.

You wanna make a profit, you plant beans.

Put out that cigarette!

That place is full of sawdust!

- Come on, Adam, he's just thoughtless.

- Thoughtless? He's inconsiderate.

I don't know.

I'm at my rope's end with that boy.

I don't understand him. I never have.

Aron I've understood since he was a child.

Help me up.

- He doesn't like anybody, does he?

- Who, Dad?

No, Cal.

It's dark in here and spooky.

Why is he so alone all the time?

- He wants to be.

- Nobody wants to be alone all the time.

Dad's made a wonderful buy, hasn't he?

We'll freeze vegetables.

It'll really give him something

to live for now.

What's the matter, Abra,

don't you like Cal?

- I guess I don't know him very well.

- I love him.

Well, naturally, he's your brother.

He's scary.

- Scary?

- When he looks at you.

Sort of like an animal.

I don't know, he scares me.

Aron, when are we gonna get married?

Just as soon as I get through

with that darned school.

I wish it was right now.

- So do I.

- Do you?

Abra.

- When we get...

- I love you, Aron.

When we get married,

it's going to be perfect.

Everything about it is going to be perfect.

You're gonna make

a wonderful mother, Abra.

- I hope so.

- You are.

A perfect one.

You don't remember your mother at all,

do you, Aron?

No, she died

right after Cal and I were born.

Must be hard never to have had a mother.

- What's that?

- Look, what's he doing up there?

- Crazy guy.

- He's watching us.

- No, he isn't.

- Yes, he is, too.

Let's move over here. Aron.

- He's not watching us.

- I feel as if he can still see us.

I love you, Aron.

Really, I do. Really.

Sure. I love you, too.

Cal, stop! Stop that, Cal!

What are you doing? Stop it!

"Blessed is he

whose transgression is forgiven...

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