The Grapes of Wrath Page #4
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- 1940
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TOM:
(entering)
Muley! Where's my folks, Muley?
MULEY:
(dully)
They gone.
TOM:
(irritated)
I know that! But *where* they gone?
Muley does not reply. He is looking up at Casy as he enters.
TOM:
(to Casy)
This is Muley Graves.
(To Muley)
You remember the preacher, don't
you?
CASY:
I ain't no preacher anymore.
TOM:
(impatiently)
All right, you remember the *man*
then.
MULEY AND CASY:
Glad to see you again. Glad to see
you.
TOM:
(angrily)
Now where is my folks?
MULEY:
Gone--
(hastily)
--over to your Uncle John's. The
whole crowd of 'em, two weeks ago.
But they can't stay there either,
because John's got *his* notice to
get off.
TOM:
(bewildered)
But what's happened? How come they
got to get off? We been here fifty
years--same place.
MULEY:
Ever'body got to get off. Ever'body
leavin', goin' to California. My
folks, your folks, ever'body's folks.
(After a pause)
Ever'body but me. I ain't gettin'
off.
TOM:
But who done it?
MULEY:
Listen!
(Impatiently Tom
listens to the storm)
That's some of what done it--the
dusters. Started it, anyway. Blowin'
like this, year after year--blowin'
the land away, blowin' the crops
away, blowin' us away now.
TOM:
(angrily)
Are you crazy?
MULEY:
(simply)
Some say I am.
(After a pause)
You want to hear what happened?
TOM:
That's what I asked you, ain't it?
MULEY is seen at close range. Not actually crazy, Muley is a
little touched. His eyes rove upward as he listens to the
sound of the storm, the sough of the wind and the soft hiss
of the sand. Then...
MULEY:
The way it happens--the way it
happened to me--the man come one
day...
The scene dissolves to MULEY'S DOORYARD. It is a soft spring
day, with the peaceful sounds of the country. Seated in a
three-year-old touring car is THE MAN, a city man with a
collar and tie. He hates to do what he is doing and this
makes him gruff and curt, to hide his misgivings. Squatted
beside the car are Muley, his son-in-law, and a half-grown
son. At a respectful distance stand Muley's wife, his
daughter, with a baby in her arms, and a small barefooted
girl, watching worriedly. The men soberly trace marks on the
ground with small sticks. A hound dog sniffs at the automobile
wheels.
THE MAN:
Fact of the matter, Muley, after
what them dusters done to the land,
the tenant system don't work no more.
It don't even break even, much less
show a profit. One man on a tractor
can handle twelve or fourteen of
these places. You just pay him a
wage and take *all* the crop.
MULEY:
But we couldn't *do* on any less'n
what our share is now.
(Looking around)
The chillun ain't gettin' enough to
eat as it is, and they're so ragged
we'd be shamed if ever'body else's
chillun wasn't the same way.
THE MAN:
(irritably)
I can't help that. All I know is I
got my orders. They told me to tell
you you got to get off, and that's
what I'm telling you.
Muley stands in anger. The two younger men pattern after
him.
MULEY:
You mean get off my own land?
THE MAN:
Now don't go blaming me. It ain't
*my* fault.
SON:
Whose fault is it?
THE MAN:
You know who owns the land--the
Shawnee Land and Cattle Company.
MULEY:
Who's the Shawnee Land and Cattle
Comp'ny?
THE MAN:
It ain't nobody. It's a company.
SON:
They got a pres'dent, ain't they?
They got somebody that knows what a
shotgun's for, ain't they?
THE MAN:
But it ain't *his* fault, because
the *bank* tells him what to do.
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