Sommersby Page #7

- A woman knows her husband.

- You've got no proof.

- I don't need any.

- Nobody here believes you.

- I don't care. I know how I feel.

- That's all that matters?

- Yes!

God, you are a hardheaded woman, Laurel!

And you are a stubborn idiot. You are not

Jack, so why do you pretend you are?

How do you know I'm not?

- I know. I know because...

- How do you know? How do you know?

I know because I never loved him

the way that I love you.

So tell me, Laurel, from your heart...

am I your husband?

Yes, you are.

Thank you.

No more questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Dawson?

You may step down, Mrs. Sommersby.

Do you have any more witnesses,

Mr. Sommersby?

No, sir.

Would you kindly approach the bench, sir?

I'm afraid you've argued

most effectively.

Your identity not being in question

leaves little doubt about your guilt.

Don't you have anything else

to say about that?

Mr. Sommersby?

[AUCTIONEER CHANTING]

JOHN:

What's it say, reverend?

How much did we get?

I said eight, hoped for 10...

[LAUGHS]

."Got 12?

[LAUGHING]

Now, how much we get

for the whole crop?

Um, just over $10,000.

God Almighty! Come on, woman.

Come here. Dance around here!

Jump around! Jump around.

- We did it. We did it.

- Ha-ha-ha.

You and me.

Now, how are the kids?

They're fine.

Rachel's all fat and sassy.

Robbie?

He's having a hard time of it.

He don't understand.

I don't understand.

What am I supposed to tell him?

You tell him his daddy never killed anybody.

What about Horace Townsend?

[MAN SHOUTS]

Horace Townsend.

Yeah, I knew Horace Townsend...

very well.

Everything they said about him

in the courtroom there...

it was true.

I hated the bastard.

The only piece of luck he ever had was...

being locked up.

Some man looked just like him.

Could have been brothers.

Probably were.

[CHUCKLES]

I guess after spending

four years in that cell together...

they knew everything there was

to know about each other.

Anyway, he's dead now.

Who?

- Horace.

- You didn't kill him?

No.

No, he got stabbed...

that night he killed Conklin.

Bled to death.

I buried him on a hill...

under some rocks.

You mean you buried Jack, don't you?

[SCOFFS]

I mean I buried Horace.

For good, Laurel.

You've got to tell them.

You've gotta tell that judge.

- He'll understand.

- Don't do this.

No. You want to hold me,

then hold me today and every day after that!

You say that you love me,

then you show me!

Be a father and grow old with me.

That's what love is!

- You think I don't want that?

- Then you come home.

You don't understand.

If I'm Horace, we got no home.

- I don't care.

- I do care!

I will not be Horace Townsend again!

You'd rather die?

No, no, no.

I would rather be home.

If you know some way for Jack Sommersby

to walk out of here, I'll do it.

There's nothing I can say, is there?

Do you know...

how many nights I stayed up

in our bedroom...

just looking at you...

thinking...

what a miracle it is to be here?

I used to wonder

what I'd ever done to deserve...

being there in a room with you.

I still do.

Being your husband...

has been the only thing

I've ever done that I'm proud of.

We don't have much time now.

You bring it?

Yes, it's right here.

Oh, God!

I ironed this thing four times.

- It's fine. No.

- It's all wrinkled up.

It looks terrible.

My fingers are shaking.

Let me help you.

You know, I feel...

that if I know you're gonna be there

with me, I can do this thing right.

Please don't ask me that. I can't.

I will not watch you die.

[DOOR OPENS]

MARSHAL:
It's time.

- You wait a minute!

I'm sorry, sir.

You keep that for me...

for better or for worse.

Forgive me the worse.

It was always you.

I knew the first moment I saw you.

It was always you, my love.

SOLDIER 1:
Company!

SOLDIER 2:
Attention!

God bless you, Jack.

"You, John Robert Sommersby..."

having been found guilty

of the murder of Charles Conklin...

are hereby sentenced

to be hanged by the neck until dead.

Sentence to be carried out immediately.

"May God have mercy on your soul."

[SOBBING]

"Because he hath set

his love upon me..."

therefore will I deliver him.

I will set him on high,

because he hath known my name.

He shall call upon me,

and I will answer him.

I will be with him in trouble.

I will deliver him...

"...and honor him

and show him my salvation."

God bless you, Jack.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.

Excuse me.

Please, I have to get through.

No, don't. I'm not ready yet.

No, don't. Not yet!

Please! Let me through!

Don't, please!

Laurel!

Jack! I'm here!

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