Shadow Casting: The Making of 'A River Runs Through It' Page #3

seemed to complete my return.

More than anything else...

...I realised it was my father's words

that made me feel most at home.

And in the glow of awakened memories...

...with the deepest feelings

of the heart all a-stir...

...we are reminded of the poet who sings.

"Backward, turn backward

O time in your flight

Make me a child again

Just for tonight. "

# big band jazz

# big band jazz

Recognise anybody?

- Well, uh...

- Oh, you were gone too long, son!

Who's that?

Who?

There.

Oh, yeah?

A little, uh, infatuation?

Chub, who is that?

Jessie Burns.

From Wolf Creek.

She got a brother went to Hollywood.

Jessie Burns.

Excuse me. Would you like to dance?

Would you be a doll and get us a drink?

Jessie, who's that?

Here you are.

- Here you go.

- Oh, great. Life-saver!

Oops! How ladylike

I'll have to be careful.

I'll wipe off all the powder.

Phantom Of The Opera!

# she sings along to the music

# Pack up all my cares and woe

# Here I go, singin' low

# Bye-bye, blackbird...

You know, I heard, uh, Louis Armstrong

sing, this, uh, song once...

...in a little speak

in Greenwich Village, New York.

Really?

Best jazz in the world.

Coloured jazz, you know?

The real McCoy, not like, uh...

...Paul Whiteman

of the Cliquot Club Eskimos.

My mother loves

the Cliquot Club Eskimos.

Does she?

# Blackbird, bye-bye!#

Dance?

Yeah.

Yowsa, yowsa, yowsa!

Let the fireworks begin!

Come on!

Come on, Jessie!

Jessie!

I have a wonderful idea.

What better lesson for those girls

than a trip to the reservation?

To learn a real Christian lesson in giving.

Hm? Don't you think?

I'll organise it. Don't lift a finger.

Ah, thank you, Eva. This is the most

charitable idea I've heard in years.

Do you know those Indian children

don't even have shoes, Norman?

- Mm?

- Are you waiting for the phone?

- No, I don't have to.

- No, you go ahead.

- OK. If you need to use it...

- No, no, no, I have work to do.

OK.

Hello, Mrs Hatcher.

Hello, Mrs Hatcher. I'd like...

Oh, she's fine. I'd like...

Yes, they're fine, everybody's fine.

They're all fine, Mrs Hatcher.

I'd like the Burns residence,

Wolf Creek, please.

Yes, Mrs Hatcher,

I know it's long-distance.

Thank you.

Hello.

Is Jessie there?

Oh, this is Norman Maclean,

but I don't think she...

Hello.

No, I'm the one who brought you the drink.

No, we didn't get a chance.

The fireworks started and...

Well...

We talked about music.

And I said I heard

Louis Armstrong sing the...

Yeah, that's me.

Yeah, I was just a little nervous. Mm?

Well, because...

...you're so je ne sais quoi.

I thought maybe I could come over...

...and listen to the Cliquot Club Eskimos

with your mother.

Yes.

Well, I called

because I wanted to see you again.

Well, um, how about Saturday?

Uh... eight?

OK!

OK.

Then I'll see you then.

Bye.

I could do that again!

Hey, here they are!

Brother!

- Hi.

- Hi.

Jessie, this is my baby brother, Paul.

- And this is Monasetah.

- Mabel.

Hi.

Shall we?

- What do you say, Pauley?

- Hey, Pauley!

Murph!

- Preacher!

- Preacher?

How are you, Murph?

Long time, long time.

Good to see you.

Uh, you know the house rules

as good as I do, Paul.

No Injuns. Period.

I just flat don't like the house rules,

Murph.

Me neither.

Well, what are you gonna

make me do here, Pauley?

Just get us a table, for four.

- Last time, Paul.

- Hello, Judge.

Paul.

Oh, you can get him back.

Get drunk and dance naked on his tables.

And beat hell out of the son of a b*tch!

# Dixie jazz

- My darling!

- Hi, Paul.

They got some swell hooch here.

They even wash the glasses.

Drink?

What'll it be, Je... Jessie?

Uh, I'll have a martini, Paul. It is Paul?

Righty-ho! The usual for Norm...

...a gin and prune juice.

Make that a double!

Excuse me!

I'd like to order a drink, too.

Whisky... double.

So, uh... what are you doing now, Mabel?

I sell bait.

You know, you have

the most beautiful hair I've ever seen.

- You think I should get it bobbed?

- No, no, not in a million years.

- Well...

- The candle burns at both ends.

It will not last the night.

But, ah, my foes, and oh, my friends,

it gives a lovely light.

That's... nice.

How about "To my editor, the old fa...

the old curmudgeon. " Excuse me.

You know,

he took me off the Anaconda story.

I'm a reporter at the Bee.

- I know.

- How do you know?

Oh, I'm famous.

The Fishing Newspaperman.

- You know he fishes, too?

- I thought everybody knew.

Brother, you've been away a long time.

I'd say so.

- Anyway, it seems my editor...

- The old curmudgeon!

Yes, exactly. Has been getting calls.

No names, just threats.

Real threats?

Well, it's nice to know

you're touching a nerve, but...

- Well, what did they say?

- Mm?

- What did they say?

- Mm?

- What did they say?

- You'll have to cut it out of him.

The usual.

"The boys are gonna have

to come down and pay me a little visit. "

Ah! "Fit you with a pair of

concrete galoshes, see?"

Exactly.

I have to dance.

# slow jazz

Hey, hey!

Watch out!

Wow!

And now, the Muskrat Ramble!

# fast banjo

Watch it! Hey!

Get out of it!

# slow dance starts

I'm nowhere near as good as my brother,

but would you do me the honour?

I'd love to.

Norman "Dear Jessie, as the moon

lingers a moment over the Bitterroots...

...before its descent into the invisible...

...my mind is filled with song. "

"I find I am humming softly...

...not to the music, but something else. "

"Someplace else. "

"A place remembered. "

"A field of grass,

where no-one seemed to have been...

...except the deer. "

"The memory is strengthened

by the feeling of you...

...dancing in my awkward arms. "

"Norman. "

Yes?

- What's wrong?

- Who is it?

It's OK, Mother! Who is this?

I'm, uh, Norman Maclean.

Ah, he doesn't have to post bond.

He covers the police beat

and has friends here.

All you have to do is look at him

and take him home.

What did he do?

He hit a guy

and a guy is missing a couple of teeth.

Why did he hit him?

It says here a remark was passed...

...concerning

the Indian woman he was with.

Well, the guy deserved it.

You're picking your brother up too much

lately.

Is that right?

Besides, he's behind

in the big stud poker game at Lolo.

It's not healthy to get behind

in that big game at Lolo.

- Is he hurt?

- He's not hurt, he's just sick.

He drinks too much.

Down at Lolo, they don't drink too much.

You better go in and get your brother.

# I'm tired and I wanna go to jail

# I just had a drink about an hour ago

# It went right through my head

# No matter where I go...

# On land, or sea, or foam

# You can always hear me

singing this song

# Show me the way to go home#

If you need any money, Paul,

or anything else...

...I want you to know that...

- She lives past the slaughterhouse.

I can help.

Turn here.

# fiddle and banjo play jaunty tune

Come here, Queenie, come here!

I got it! Whoo, whoo, whoo!

Look at that! Ha!

Well, the chickens haven't

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