The Grapes of Wrath
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- 1940
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AN OKLAHOMA PAVED HIGHWAY in daylight. At some distance,
hoofing down the highway, comes Tom Joad. He wears a new
stiff suit of clothes, ill-fitting, and a stiff new cap,
which he gradually manages to break down into something
comfortable. He comes down the left side of the road, the
better to watch the cars that pass him. As he approaches,
the scene changes to a roadside short-order RESTAURANT on
the right side of the road. From it comes the sound of a
phonograph playing a 1939 popular song. In front of the eatery
is a huge Diesel truck labeled: OKLAHOMA CITY TRANSPORT
COMPANY. The driver, a heavy man with army breeches and high-
laced boots, comes out of the restaurant, the screen door
slamming behind him. He is chewing on a toothpick. A waitress
appears at the door, behind the screen.
WAITRESS:
When you be back?
DRIVER:
Couple a weeks. Don't do nothin' you
wouldn't want me to hear about!
We see him climbing into the cab of the truck from the right
side. Getting behind the wheel, he is releasing the handbrake
when Tom appears at the driver's seat window.
TOM:
How about a lift, mister?
DRIVER:
Can't you see that sticker?
He indicates a "No Riders" sticker on the windshield.
TOM:
Sure I see it. But a good guy don't
pay no attention to what some heel
makes him stick on his truck.
After a moment of hesitation the driver releases the brake.
DRIVER:
Scrunch down on the running board
till we get around the bend.
As Tom scrunches down on the running board the driver throws
the truck into gear and it moves.
The scene dissolves to the CAB OF THE TRUCK. It is day, and
Tom is seated beside the driver, who is surreptitiously eyeing
him, trying to confirm some suspicion--an inspection which
Tom ignores at first.
DRIVER:
Goin' far?
TOM:
(shaking his head)
Just a few miles. I'd a walked her
if my dogs wasn't pooped out.
DRIVER:
Lookin' for a job?
TOM:
No, my old man got a place, forty
acres. He's a sharecropper, but we
been there a long time.
DRIVER:
(after a curious glance)
Oh!
Cautiously, the driver's eyes drop to Tom's feet. We see
TOM'S SHOES. They are prison shoes--new, stiff and bulky.
Curiosity is in the eyes of the DRIVER as they shoot a swift
glance at Tom. TOM is looking straight ahead, with the dead-
pan look that prisoners get when they are trying to conceal
something. The DRIVER'S eyes take in Tom's hands and the
stiff coat.
DRIVER:
Been doin' a job?
TOM:
Yeah.
DRIVER:
I seen your hands. You been swinging
a pick or a sledge--that shines up
your hands. I notice little things
like that all the time.
(After a pause)
Got a trade?
TOM:
(evenly)
Why don't you get to it, buddy?
DRIVER:
(uneasily)
Get to what?
TOM:
You know what I mean. You been givin'
me a goin' over ever since I got in.
Whyn't you go on and ask me where I
been?
DRIVER:
I don't stick my nose in nobody's
business.
TOM:
Naw--not much!
DRIVER:
(a little frightened)
I stay in my own yard.
TOM:
(without emotion)
Listen. That big nose of yours been
goin' over me like a sheep in a
vegetable patch. But I ain't keepin'
it a secret. I been in the
penitentiary. Been there four years.
Like to know anything else?
DRIVER:
You ain't got to get sore.
TOM:
(coldly)
Go ahead. Ask me anything you want.
DRIVER:
I didn't mean nothing.
TOM:
Me neither. I'm just tryin' to get
along without shovin' anybody around,
that's all.
(After a pause)
See that road up ahead?
DRIVER:
Yeah.
TOM:
That's where I get off.
With a sigh of relief the driver puts his foot on the brake.
The TRUCK stops and Tom gets out. He look at the uneasy driver
contemptuously.
TOM:
You're about to bust to know what I
done, ain't you? Well, I ain't a
guy to let you down.
(Confidentially)
Homicide!
The driver throws the truck into gear. He doesn't like this
at all.
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