Huckleberry Finn

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BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BABY CRYING)

(COOING)

Life is a wink of time

Heaven's a lonely climb

The road is so dark and long

Paved with all

kinds of wrong

And freedom, freedom

Freedom

Man's got to make his own

Sun warms the earth below

Earth drinks the winter snow

Seas feed the winds

That blow

Rain makes the grain

To grow

And freedom, freedom

Freedom

Man's got to make his own

We're all born to

live with love to give

Free in the heart and mind

We're all born to be

With a soul that's free

Man made the chains

that bind

Freedom

Talking about freedom

Freedom

Man's got to make his own

God made the sun to rise

And God made

the earth and skies

God made the seas and plains

God made the winds and rains

And freedom

Freedom

Freedom

Man's got to make his own

Freedom, freedom

Freedom

Man's got to make his own

Freedom

Freedom

Man's got to make

His own

Huck, oh, ho,

Huckleberry, Huck

Say, hey, say,

Huckleberry, Huck, oh, ho

Huckleberry,

say Huckleberry Finn

Huckleberry Finn,

say Huckleberry,

Huckleberry Finn

To the possum,

you're the next of kin

Hey, Huckleberry,

Huckleberry Finn

Boss is gonna get you,

gonna fetch you home

Say, Huck, hey, gonna bet

you're somewhere off alone

You all seen Huckleberry?

No, Jim.

Hey, Huckleberry,

Huckleberry Finn,

Huckleberry where you be?

Huck, oh, Huck,

Huckleberry, where you be?

Huckleberry, where you be?

Huckleberry, where you be?

Marybelle,

have you seen Huckleberry?

No, not around here,

I haven't.

All right. Thank you.

Sun a setting in

the same old place

Moon about to climb the sky

You're a wasting

all my time a chasing

'Cause your supper

is about to fry

Mr. Tompkins, has Huck Finn

been in here today?

No, he hasn't.

Well, I best go on

down to the river then.

Thank you.

Huck, oh, ho,

Huckleberry, Huck

Oh, ho Huckleberry,

Huck, say, hey

Hey, Huckleberry

Huck, oh, ho

Huckleberry,

hey, Huckleberry Finn

Folks are cozyin'

to home about now

That's where

they're supposed to be

But you're out moseyin',

so I been chosen

To fetch you

back to home with me

Huckleberry, where you be?

Huck, oh, Huck

Huckleberry, where you be?

Huckleberry, where you be?

Huckleberry, where you be?

(LAUGHING)

Jim. Oh, I knew it

wasn't no catfish.

That tug was

more like a whale.

You got to get home quick.

The ladies is waitin'

supper on you now.

Well, I know you don't

want no more punishment,

now, do you, Huckleberry?

Oh, heck, no.

All right then, let's go.

And Mr. Dobbins said all

you have to do is learn

to apply yourself better.

He said you have good

natural intelligence,

and you learn very fast.

He could be the

head of the class.

If he'd only try!

I'd like to see him the head

of the Sunday school class.

In fact, I'd just

like to see him in his

Sunday school class!

Just what was your

lesson for next Sunday?

Mmm, Moses and

the bull rushers.

Huckleberry dear,

my sister and I

are only concerned

about your future.

Judge Thatcher put

that buried treasure money

you found into a trust.

When you come of age, you're

going to be a young gentleman

of considerable means.

You don't have to end

up like your father.

A derelict, with his body

floating down the river.

Sometimes, I get

the feeling that

Pap ain't dead.

That body they found floatin'

was floatin' face up.

And everybody knows

that a dead man

floats face down.

Leastwise, that's

the feelin' I get.

Better get upstairs

and do your studyin'

now, Huckleberry.

Yes, ma'am.

And it wouldn't hurt to take

another look at that chapter

on Moses in the Bullrushes.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm getting more concerned

about that boy every day.

Oh, Sister, you worry,

too much.

You think you're a good

deal of a big bug, don't you?

Pap, you ain't dead!

(GROANS)

You've put on considerable

frills since I been away.

You can read and write.

Who told you, you might meddle

with such highfalutin

foolishness, huh?

The widder.

The widder, eh?

Who told the widder she could

put in her shovel of a thing

that ain't none of

her business?

Nobody, Pap.

I'll learn people

to bring up a boy

to put on airs

over his own father.

Let on to be better

than what he is.

They say you're rich, eh?

How's that?

Well, I found some money, Pap.

They put it in a trust till...

Liar!

Mr. Finn!

What are you doing?

What do you want?

What I'm doing is learnin'

my son not to lie!

And what I want is

what's rightfully mine!

The money he's lyin' about!

Come on!

Huckleberry has no money.

None he can put

his hands on.

All I know is I want

a thousand dollars.

Now if you ever want

to see this kid again,

you will have it to me

in two days. Come on!

We are poor women, where

would we get that much money?

Oh, you're a poor

woman, ain't you?

With a big, healthy slave

down there who'll fetch

a fine piece of money

from the slave traders.

MR. FINN:
Come on!

WIDDER:
Please, Mr. Finn!

Mr. Finn, please let

me talk to you.

Mr. Finn, please. Please.

Don't take him away

from me, Mr. Finn!

Two days! You have

the money here.

I'll be back!

Honey.

Jim?

I gotta go.

Jim, what are you...

I gotta go now.

I gotta get away from here.

Got to go?

What did you do, Jim?

I ain't done nothin',

but they're gonna sell me

to the slave traders.

Not Miss Watson.

She can't help it.

Huck's pappy came

and took him away.

Well then, and the ladies,

they need the money

to buy Huck back.

Jim, you know what

they do to runaway slaves.

They catch you,

they whip you,

they truss you up

like a hog!

But if they sell me,

then I may as well be dead.

'Cause I won't never

see you no more.

But where will you go?

Where will you hide?

I'm gonna try to make

it to the free states.

To, well, to Cairo, Illinois.

That's, that's the

closest place.

Cairo? Well, that must

be 1,000 miles from here.

Someday, there ain't gonna

be no more goodbyes.

Someday, honey, darlin'

Won't be tears in your eyes

And someday

we'll be standing

With our heads held up high

Smilin' and a laughin'

Just for no reason why

I see it plain that somehow,

I don't know now

But I know we'll be fine

Trust me, oh,

honey, trust me

'Cause I've seen me a sign

That someday, honey, darlin'

Don't know how long it be

Honey, darlin'

Honey, darlin'

You must remember this

Though I'm going far away

It's gonna be all

sunshine and singin'

Someday

I can't explain,

but somehow

I don't know now

But I know we'll be fine

You, me and the baby

Oh, I've seen me that sign

That someday, honey, darlin'

Don't know how long it be

Honey, darlin'

Honey, darlin'

You belong just to me

MR. FINN:
Help me!

Help me! Let me out!

Let me out!

Pap, Pap, wake up!

Pap, you was having

another one of your fits.

Ah, it ain't fair.

You sleep sound while I got

the demons chasing me.

Like I won't get no

sleep till I'm dead!

Get yourself down

to the lines, see if

we got any breakfast.

What's taking you so long?

Hurry up.

We got any fish?

Yeah, Pa!

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