The Grapes of Wrath Page #2
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- 1940
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DRIVER:
TOM:
(as the truck moves
away)
Sure, but you'd a throwed a fit if I
hadn't tol' you.
He looks indifferently after the truck and then starts on
foot down the dirt crossroad. A wind has begun to blow.
The scene dissolves to the roadside under a WILLOW TREE in
daylight. The wind is still blowing. Sitting on the ground,
his back against the tree, Casy, a long, lean man in overalls,
blue shirt, and one sneaker, is fixing something on the other
dirty sneaker. To the tune of "Yes, Sir, That's My Baby" he
is absent-mindedly singing.
CASY:
Mmmmm he's my saviour. Mmmmm my
saviour, Mmmmmmmmmm my saviour now.
(Looking up as Tom
comes down the road)
Howdy, friend.
Carrying his coat under his arm, TOM wipes his face with his
cap as he cuts off the road to acknowledge the greeting.
TOM:
Howdy.
He stops, grateful for the momentary relief of the shade.
CASY:
Say, ain't you young Tom Joad--ol'
Tom's boy?
TOM:
(surprised)
Yeah. On my way home now.
CASY:
Well, I do declare!
(Grinning)
I baptized you, son.
TOM:
(staring)
Why, you're the preacher!
CASY:
*Used* to be. Not no more. I lost
the call.
(Reminiscently)
But boy, I sure *used* to have it!
I'd get an irrigation ditch so
squirmin' full of repented sinners I
pretty near *drowned* half of 'em!
(Sighing)
But not no more. I lost the sperit.
TOM:
(with a grin)
Pa always said you was never cut out
to be a preacher.
CASY:
I got nothin' to preach about no
more--that's all. I ain't so sure o'
things.
TOM:
Maybe you should a got yourself a
wife.
CASY:
(shakes his head sadly)
At my meetin's I used to get the
girls glory-shoutin' till they about
passed out. Then, I'd go to comfort
'em--and always end up by lovin'
'em. I'd feel bad, an' pray, an'
pray, but it didn't do no good. Next
time, do it again. I figgered there
just wasn't no hope for me.
TOM:
I never let one go by me when I could
catch her.
CASY:
But you wasn't a preacher. A girl
was just a girl to you. But to me
they was holy vessels. I was savin'
their souls.
(Fervently)
I ast myself--what *is* this call,
the Holy Sperit? Maybe *that's* love.
Why, I love everybody so much I'm
fit to bust sometimes! So maybe
there ain't no sin an' there ain't
no virtue. There's just what people
do. Some things folks do is nice,
and some ain't so nice. But that's
as far as any man's got a right to
say.
TOM:
(after a moment,
figuring there is no
percentage in
continuing this
philosophical
discussion, pulls
out a flask, which
he extends)
Have a little snort?
CASY:
(holding the flask)
Course I'll say grace if somebody
sets out the food--
(shaking his head)
--but my heart ain't in it.
(He takes a long pull)
Nice drinkin' liquor.
TOM:
Ought to be. That's fact'ry liquor.
Cost me a buck.
CASY:
(handing back the
flask)
Been out travelin' around?
TOM:
Didn't you hear? It was in the papers.
CASY:
No, I never. What?
TOM:
I been in the penitentiary for four
years.
(He drinks)
CASY:
Excuse me for asking.
TOM:
I don't mind any more. I'd do what I
done again. I killed a guy at a dance.
We was drunk. He got a knife in me
and I laid him out with a shovel.
Knocked his head plumb to squash.
CASY:
And you ain't ashamed?
TOM:
(shaking his head)
He had a knife in me. That's why
they only gave me seven years. Got
out in four--parole.
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