The Grapes of Wrath Page #12
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- 1940
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AL:
(grinning)
Ain't you gonna look back, Ma?--give
the ol' place a last look?
MA:
(coldly shaking her
head)
We're goin' to California, ain't we?
Awright then, let's *go* to
California.
AL:
(sobering)
That don't sound like you, Ma. You
never was like that before.
MA:
I never had my house pushed over
before. I never had my fambly stuck
out on the road. I never had to
lose... ever'thing I had in life.
She continues to stare straight ahead. The TRUCK is lumbering
up onto a paved highway.
The scene dissolves to a MONTAGE: Almost filling the screen
is the shield marker of the U.S. Highway 66. Superimposed on
it is a montage of jalopies, steaming and rattling and piled
high with goods and people, as they pull onto the highway,
to indicate as much as possible that this departure of the
Joad family is but part of a mass movement of jalopies and
families. The signs of towns on U.S. Highway 66 flash past--
CHECOTAH, OKLAHOMA CITY, BETHANY.
This dissolves to a HIGHWAY. It is late afternoon. The Joad
truck pulls of the paved highway and stops. The men leap
down quickly from the truck, all but Pa, who lifts Grampa in
his arms and then lowers him slowly, gently into Tom's arms.
In TOM'S arms Grampa is whimpering feebly.
GRAMPA:
*Ain't* a-goin'... ain't a-goin'...
TOM:
'S all right, Grampa. You just kind
a tar'd, that's all. Somebody fix a
pallet.
With a quilt pulled from the truck Ma runs ahead as Tom
carries Grampa toward a clump of woods back off the highway.
The others get down soberly from the truck, all but Granma,
who is dozing. Cars pass-a fast car passing a jalopy. Tom is
letting the old man down gently as Ma adjusts the quilt on
the ground. Death is in Grampa's eyes as he looks up dimly
at them.
GRAMPA:
(a whisper)
Thas it, jus' tar'd thas all... jus'
tar'd...
(He closes his eyes)
The scene dissolves to an insert of a NOTE. It is written
awkwardly in pencil on the flyleaf of a Bible. Tom's voice
recites the words.
TOM'S VOICE
This here is William James Joad,
dyed of a stroke, old old man. His
folkes bured him becaws they got no
money to pay for funerls. Nobody
kilt him. Jus a stroke an he dyed.
A GRAVE, at night. In the clump of woods, lighted by two
lanterns, The Joad tribe stands reverently around an open
grave. Having read the note, Tom puts it in a small fruit
jar and kneels down and, reaching into the grave, places it
on Grampa's body.
TOM:
I figger best we leave something
like this on him, lest somebody dig
him up and make out he been kilt.
(Reaching into the
grave)
Lotta times looks like the gov'ment
got more interest in a dead man than
a live one.
PA:
Not be so lonesome, either, knowin'
his name is there with 'im, not just'
a old fella lonesome underground.
TOM:
(straightening up)
Casy, won't you say a few words?
CASY:
I ain't no more a preacher, you know.
TOM:
We know. But ain't none of our folks
ever been buried without a few words.
CASY:
(after a pause)
I'll say 'em--an' make it short.
(All bow and close
eyes)
This here ol' man jus' lived a life
an' jus' died out of it. I don't
know whether he was good or bad, an'
it don't matter much. Heard a fella
say a poem once, an' he says, "All
that lives is holy." But I wouldn't
pray for jus' a ol' man that's dead,
because he's awright. If I was to
pray I'd pray for the folks that's
alive an' don't know which way to
turn. Grampa here, he ain't got no
more trouble like that. He's got his
job all cut out for 'im--so cover
'im up and let 'im get to it.
OMNES:
Amen.
HIGHWAY 66, in daylight, fades in: an Oklahoma stretch,
revealing a number of jalopies rattling westward. The Joad
truck approaches.
In the FRONT SEAT OF THE TRUCK Tom is now driving. Granma is
dozing again, and Ma is looking thoughtfully ahead.
MA:
Tommy.
TOMMY:
What is it, Ma?
MA:
Wasn't that the state line we just
passed?
TOM:
(after a pause)
Yes'm, that was it.
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