Sommersby Page #3

There's something we can do.

I don't know any other way to do this.

I got a file of Confederate money

in the outhouse. You want it?

Thanks a lot. I don't see any way out of this

except what I'm saying now.

BUCK:
Want me to sell my other arm?

JACK:
Buck, listen to me now.

[ALL CHATTERING]

Well I got a ruby brooch worth $1000.

It's been in my family for 100 years,

but I can't eat it.

And neither can my family.

Anybody got a better idea than Jack's?

I'd sure like to keep my brooch.

Maybe y'all think I'm doing this

because he's my husband. You're wrong.

This is not just some idea to put

cash back in Jack Sommersby's pocket.

This is for all of us.

Besides...

it sounds to me like this idea

just might go, don't you think?

MAN 3:

I think so.

[ALL MUTTERING]

MAN 3:

I think we don't have any other option.

JACK:

Thank you, John.

- Pretty pitiful chicken scratching.

JOHN:
Not bad for your left.

Well, it is me.

- I hope you can get something for it.

JACK:
We'll get a lot of seeds for that.

- Thank you.

MAN:
Belonged to my granddaddy.

Went all the way through

the War of 1812 with it.

LAUREL:

That's beautiful. You won't regret it.

I'm regretting this already.

[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

- Ow!

- Stop shooting at them chickens.

JACK:

All right. What we got here?

Hmm!

Look at that.

Never seen nothing like that before.

My grandmother's daddy gave it to her

the day she married.

- Well. Uh-huh.

- He was a toolmaker for her people.

- How many acres you want to work?

- I was thinking about 10.

- Ten. Ten, it is.

- Say there, we get to buy it?

Yes, sir.

You will be coming back, won't you, sir?

REVEREND:

Godspeed, Jack.

Thank you, sir.

Mind your mama, now.

Bye.

- Sir?

- Yeah.

This is real sharp.

Thank you, son.

I'll make a good trade for it.

Bye, sir.

JACK:

Walk on, there! Walk on.

Home soon!

Bye!

You folks will take that side.

We'll take this side.

All right, folks. Let's go to work!

We have two paces right here.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Mark your way down, John?

Go take it over there.

Eight, nine, ten!

JOHN:

Mark it all the way down at the end.

[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[GRUNTS]

Try not to be hoeing the rocks.

Make my job a little bit easier.

The ground's about ready.

We have to plant soon...

He'll be here.

Yes, ma'am.

ORIN:

How do we know if something's true?

My Bible says,

"By their fruits ye shall know them."

Amen.

ORIN:

A good tree...

bears good fruit.

An evil tree, rotten.

And you don't have to wonder which it is.

You just look...

and you shall know.

- Good morning, Mrs. Bundy.

- Hmm.

Mr. Hines.

MAN:

Go, John. Ask her.

Any news, Miss Laurel?

No, not yet.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Come on, Clarice.

[PUPPY BARKING]

[LAUGHS]

Here, boy.

Where'd you come from?

[DOOR OPENS]

- Sir.

- Heh.

- Did you get a good price for my knife?

- We did real good.

So good, I had something

left over to buy him.

I think Mom's gonna be pleased to see you.

Hello.

Where you been?

Well...

I had to go all the way to Virginia!

But damn it, I got it!

- Let's see it.

- Look at this.

Lookie, lookie, lookie.

It don't look like much, does it?

The seeds or me?

[CHUCKLES]

Come on. Look at it.

- Look at it.

- You look at it.

Be careful now.

Where have you been?

[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

MAN:

Let's put these babies to bed now.

Nice and cozy.

[MOANING]

[CRYING]

I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?

No.

- You all right?

- Yes.

MAN 1:
I'll be damned.

MAN 2:
Look at that.

JACK'.

"Then Hector lifted..."

stout helmet and set it on his head.

And like a star, it shone.

And forth from its stand...

he drew his father's spear...

heavy, great...

"...and strong."

When's he gonna shoot some Greeks?

Well, I don't know.

It's all the way back here.

[JOSEPH & JACK

SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Let's go. Let's go! Let's go!

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[GRUNTING]

[MOANING]

MAN:

All right.

That'll be a good start for you.

[GRUNTS]

LAUREL:

How you doing? Ls your back holding up?

JOHN:

Should be further along by now.

The ground's all give out from cotton.

- We gotta fertilize them, boys.

MAN:
Mm-hm.

[FLIES BUZZING]

The whole damn house is falling apart.

[LAUGHING]

What?

- Us.

- What about us?

I was just thinking how we used to be,

all rich and stupid.

Speak for yourself.

Now this house is falling apart...

we're broke,

and I've never been so happy.

You certainly have changed, haven't you?

For the better?

So much better it scares me sometimes.

You never used to read Homer.

Yeah, well, there was a...

There was a man...

I was penned up with in Elmira.

He used to be a schoolteacher.

He had this old...

beat-up copy of Homer.

He used to read it to us.

Gave it to me.

I took up the reading when he died.

How did it happen?

He just died, that's all.

You don't have to talk about it.

All right.

Hang on. Snap it.

Good. All right.

LITTLE ROB:

Come here, little Jethro.

JACK:

See all these flowers here?

Every one of them's gotta go.

Every single one of them.

See these shoots?

You gotta take them off too.

[JACK SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[SIGHS]

DOCTOR:

I said to use the fertilizer in the field, Jack.

[LAUGHS]

When is it coming?

Oh, September, August maybe.

Don't tell me you haven't known

about this for some time, missy.

- Yeah, maybe I did.

- Oh, yeah.

Why didn't you tell me?

Go on now. I need to get some rest.

Go on.

Come on, Mr. Jack. Come on.

Joseph.

- Oh, sweet Jesus.

- What the hell is it?

I believe it's a hornworm, sir.

Hornworm?

Look at this. Crawling all over them.

They gonna eat us up, sir.

You know what to do?

No, sir.

Maybe Mr. Orin know.

- Damned if I'll ask him.

- You gotta ask him.

I said no!

Howdy. How are you?

Not too damn good. How are you?

Well, I think I'd be all right

if I could get some work.

Heh, well, we got a field

full of that, don't we?

This Jack Sommersby's place?

- Yeah.

- Jack around?

[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

JACK:

You want a piece of this?

- Get out!

- Agh.

Thanks for coming.

LAUREL:

Who were those men?

- What men?

- The men in the field.

- I don't know.

- What did they want'?

- Trouble.

- What kind of trouble, Jack?

- For God's sake, how many kinds are there?

- I saw you.

- Forget about it.

- I saw you!

I said forget about it!

There are goddamn worms out there

eating us!

Gotta worry about something,

worry about them!

[DRIFTERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

DRIFTER:

Hey, friend?

You got some water around here?

Fresh water?

ORIN:
Howdy.

DRIFTER:
Morning.

Got any water?

ORIN:

You look like you run into some trouble.

Heard you had a problem.

Yeah.

You want to keep pulling them off

like you are...

but then just go like this.

I got a big barrel at the end of the row.

Fill up from that.

And then when you get done with that,

I can mix you up some more.

- That keeps them off?

- Yeah.

- What's in there?

- Why, it's soap, mostly.

- Soap?

- Yeah.

- Hamilton Sayer gave me the recipe.

- Uh-huh.

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