The Grapes of Wrath Page #17
- NOT RATED
- Year:
- 1940
- 129 min
- 654 Views
In the foreground, their backs turned, the Joads stand on
and about their truck looking in a long silence at what can
be seen of California from Needles. Their silence is eloquent.
The faces of the Joads are blank with dismay, for this is an
unattractive sight indeed.
PA:
(finally)
There she is, folks--the land a milk
an' honey--California!
CONNIE:
(sullenly)
Well, if *that's* what we come out
here for...
They look at each other in disappointment.
ROSASHARN:
(timidly, to Connie)
Maybe it's nice on the other side.
Them pitchers--them little pos'cards--
they was real pretty.
TOM:
(rallying them)
Aw, sure. This here's jus' a part of
it. Ain't no sense a gettin' scairt
right off.
PA:
Course not. Come on, let's get goin'.
She don't look so tough to me!
The Joads and the landscape are seen again. Then the scene
dissolves to the BANK OF A RIVER. The camp at Needles is on
the bank of the Colorado River, among some willows. We see
the man of the family sitting chest-deep in the shallow
waters, talking, occasionally ducking their heads under,
reveling in this relief. In the background are the towering
mountains.
TOM:
Got that desert yet. Gotta take her
tonight. Take her in the daytime
fella says she'll cut your gizzard
out.
PA:
(to Al)
How's Granma since we got her in the
tent?
AL:
She's off her chump, seems to me.
NOAH:
She's outa her senses, awright. All
night on the truck keep talkin' like
she was talkin' to Grampa.
TOM:
She's jus' wore out, that's all.
PA:
(worriedly)
I shore would like to stop here a
while an' give her some res' but we
on'y got 'bout forty dollars left. I
won't feel right till we're there
an' all workin' an' a little money
comin' in.
NOAH:
(lazily, after a
silence)
Like to jus' stay here myself. Like
to lay here forever. Never get hungry
an' never get sad. Lay in the water
all life long, lazy as a brood sow
in the mud.
TOM:
(looking up at the
mountains)
Never seen such tough mountains.
This here's a murder country, just
the *bones* of a country.
(Thoughtfully)
Wonder if we'll ever get in a place
where folks can live 'thout fightin'
hard scrabble an' rock. Sometimes
you get to thinkin' they *ain't* no
such country.
They look up as a man and his grown son stand on the bank.
MAN:
How's the swimmin'?
TOM:
Dunno. We ain't tried none. Sure
feels good to set here, though.
MAN:
Mind if we come in an' set?
TOM:
She ain't our river. But we'll len'
They start to shuck off their clothes. THE MAN, excluding
those undressing, form another scene.
PA:
Goin' west?
MAN'S VOICE
Nope. We come from there. Goin' back
home.
TOM:
Where's home?
MAN'S VOICE
Panhandle, come from near Pampa.
PA:
(in surprise)
Can you make a livin' there?
MAN'S VOICE
Nope.
The man and his son sit down in the water.
MAN:
(continuing)
But at leas' we can starve to death
with folks we know.
There is a long silence among the Joads as the man and his
son splash water over their heads.
PA:
(slowly)
Ya know, you're the second fella
talked like that. I'd like to hear
some more about that.
TOM:
Me an' you both.
The man and his son exchange a glance, as though the Joads
had touched on the deadliest of subjects.
SON:
(finally)
He ain't gonna tell you nothin' about
it.
PA:
If a fella's willin' to work hard,
can't he cut her?
MAN:
Listen, mister. I don't know
ever'thing. You might go out an'
fall into a steady job, an' I'd be a
liar. An' then, you might never get
no work, an' I didn't warn you. All
I can tell ya, most of the folks is
purty mis'able.
(Sullenly)
But a fella don't know ever'thing.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"The Grapes of Wrath" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 23 Nov. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/the_grapes_of_wrath_39>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In