Huckleberry Finn Page #2

I fell in, Pap.

(LAUGHING)

It ain't so bad, us

being together again,

is it, Pap?

Just don't get too

comfortable about it.

Soon as I get the money,

I don't care if you

go straight to hell.

You've been bad luck for me

since the day you was born.

You killed your mother gettin'

born, you know that!

I'm goin' across

to Hannibal now

and your two sweet old ladies

better have my $1,000.

My son comes into money,

I'll tell you what I see

Two gospel spouting biddies

is stealin' it from me

I never got a tumble,

I never got a break

But now my luck a changing,

I'll get all I can take

Rotten luck,

filthy rotten luck

The only kind of

luck I ever had

Rotten luck,

stinkin' rotten luck

But now, at last, my luck

Ha, it ain't so bad

(BANGING)

(GRUNTS)

(PIG GRUNTING)

They're all liars!

Runaway slave!

Like hell he run away!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Huckleberry!

Murder!

Murder!

Thieving murderers!

(SCREAMS)

Huck, Huck.

Huck, can you hear me?

Huck?

(LAUGHS)

Here sit up.

Take it easy now.

(GRUNTS)

There you are.

Now rest easy, right there.

Oh!

Take it easy.

Here drink this.

Oh, I gave you up for dead

almost two days ago.

What happened, Jim?

Snakebite.

Only thing to do is

cut a hex, suck out

the poison and pray.

What's this?

That's a hex.

Now I ain't superstitious

or nothing,

but with a friend's life,

you don't wanna take

too many chances.

Gosh, Jim, thanks

for saving my life.

Well, don't thank me,

you best thank that hex.

(BOTH LAUGH)

They been comin' past

this island, every day,

shooting off them cannons,

tryin' to raise your body.

I heard 'em talkin'

from the boats, Huck.

You supposed

to be murdered.

Well, you see, I had

to get away from Pap,

so I broke out and I

killed me this wild pig,

then I bloodied up

the place real smart.

(GIGGLES)

Boy, they tell me it

real bad luck makin'

out like you're dead.

How'd you come

to get here, Jim?

I ran away, Huck.

You ran away?

Well, now you know and now

they your troubles, too.

So I figured I die showin'

nothin' they sell me

down in New Orleans

to them slave traders.

So I come here and I'm

just about finished building

me this raft with a

wigwam on it,

and nice dry sand

on the floor.

Well, anywhere

you land, they gonna

pick you up for runaway.

Don't you know that?

Not if I make it to the

free states, they ain't.

Free states?

That's pretty far.

Cairo, Illinois.

We gonna chadugga,

dugga on down to the

river to the free states.

Chadugga dugga, doo dah,

do chadugga, dugga

Doo, dah, do dah,

do, gotta get away

to Cayroe, ayeroe

Gotta get away

to Cayroe, ayeroe

Down the river a

thousand miles, that's where

we're gonna live in style

In Cayroe,

ayeroe, Illinois

In Cayroe, ayeroe, Illinois.

Dah, do, chadugga,

dugga, do

do, dah, do, dah, do

Gonna get a store

in Cayroe, ayeroe

Gonna build a house

Where?

In Cayroe, ayeroe

Gonna get a store

and sell dry goods and build

my house in the piney woods

In Cayroe, ayeroe

Illinois?

That's it! You got it!

In Cayroe, ayeroe, Illinois

Illinois

Do, dah, chadugga, dugga

Do, dah, do, dah, do

Gonna catch a boat

from Cayroe, ayeroe

Down to New Orleans

from Cayroe, ayeroe

What you know

about New Orleans?

Gonna ship on

out from New Orleans

Sail to the land

of the coffee beans

From Cayroe,

ayeroe, Illinois

From Cayroe, ayeroe,

Illinois

Gotta get away

To Cayroe, ayeroe,

gotta get away

To Cayroe, ayeroe

Down the river a thousand

miles, that's where we're

gonna live in style

In Cayroe, ayeroe, Illinois

In Cayroe, ayeroe, Illinois

Da chadugga, dugga,

do, dah, do, dah, do

Gonna get rich

in Cayroe, ayeroe

Rich as an Egyptian

pharaoh, ayeroe

Gonna buy my child

Buy my wife

And we're gonna live

that rich free life

In Cayroe, ayeroe, Illinois

In Cayroe, ayeroe

Illinois

Dah, do, chadugga,

dugga, do dah, do

Chadugga, dugga do,

dah, do

Dah, do

Jim, look.

Hey, looks like a

wrecked house boat.

Looks like she hasn't

been aground too long.

You know, Huck,

we just may be in luck.

JIM:
I'll see

what we can find.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, we gonna

feast fancy tonight.

Pap!

Find anything?

There ain't nothin'

in there, but a dead man.

It ain't nothin' but

a house of death.

Let's get out of here.

Goshen should be over there.

Huck, we're lost.

Well, let's head for

that cove over there.

I'll find out where we are.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

MRS. LOFTUS:
Who is it?

HUCKLEBERRY:

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE)

Just me, ma'am.

Well, "who's just me?"

Sara Williams, ma'am.

Well, whereabouts you live?

In this neighborhood?

In Bookerville.

I've walked all the way

and I'm all tired out.

Hungry, too, I reckon.

I'll fetch you

something to eat.

Come in. Take a chair.

Thank you, ma'am,

but I ain't hungry.

You see, my mother's

down sick and out of

money and everything.

And, well, I come

to visit my uncle

and, well, I never been

here in Goshen before.

Goshen? This ain't Goshen,

child, this is St. Petersburg.

St. Petersburg?

Goshen's 30 miles

up the river.

Who told you

this was Goshen?

Why, a man I met

this mornin'.

Well, he was drunk,

I reckon.

And, you poor thing,

walkin' around with a

murderin' runaway slave

hidin' out in these parts.

A murderin' slave?

Killed a lad named Huck Finn.

Near Hannibal.

It's an $800

reward on his head.

What did you say

your name was, honey?

Mary Williams.

I thought you said it was Sara

when you first come in.

Uh, yes, ma'am, I did.

It's Sara Mary Williams.

Oh, that's the

way it is, is it?

Yes, ma'am.

Maybe you'll find a

bigger needle in there.

What your real name?

Is it Tom, Dick, Bob?

What is it?

Please don't poke fun

at a poor girl like me.

If I'm in your way I'll...

Just sit right down there.

You're a runaway

apprentice, ain't you?

Well, ma'am...

Yes, ma'am.

I won't tell on you,

don't worry.

Now tell me all about it.

My mother and father's dead

and the law, well, they

bound me out to this mean

old farmer in the country.

And so I stole some of

his daughter's old

clothes and cleared out.

When a cow's laying

down, which end

of her gets up first?

Hind end, ma'am.

Well, then a horse?

Forward end, ma'am.

If 15 cows is browsing

on a hillside,

how many of them eats facing

in the same direction?

Well, the whole 15, ma'am.

Well, I reckon you have

lived in the country.

I thought you was trying

to hocus me again.

No, ma'am.

Tell me what's

your real name?

George Peters, ma'am.

Well, try to

remember it, George.

Yes, ma'am.

You do a girl tolerable poor.

Trot along to your uncle,

Sarah Mary Williams

George Peters.

You'll fetch Goshen by

going through town and

following the river up.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

Mind you, boy,

go through town.

Whatever you do, don't cut

through that plantation.

No, ma'am.

Good night, ma'am.

(DOGS BARKING)

(HORSES APPROACHING)

Be done, boys, hush!

Who be you?

George Jackson, sir.

Stand up, boy.

What you doin' prowlin'

around here this time

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