The Grapes of Wrath Page #79

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AL:

Twenty days work, oh boy!

PA:

Be glad to get my han' on some cotton.

That's the kin' a pickin' I

understan'.

MA:

Maybe. Maybe twenny days work, maybe

*no* days work. We ain't got it till

we get it.

AL:

(grinning)

Whatsa matter, Ma? Gettin' scared?

MA:

(smiling faintly)

No. Ain't ever gonna be scared no

more.

(After a pause)

I was, though. For a while I thought

we was beat--*good* an' beat. Looked

like we didn't have nothin' in the

worl' but enemies--wasn't *no*body

frien'ly anymore. It made me feel

bad an' scared too--like we was

lost... an' nobody cared.

AL:

Watch me pass that Chevvy.

PA:

(soberly)

You the one that keeps us goin', Ma.

I ain't no good any more, an' I know

it. Seems like I spen' all my time

these days a-thinkin' how it use'ta

be--thinkin' of home--an' I ain't

never gonna see it no more.

Ma places her hand on one of Pa's and pats it.

MA:

Woman can change better'n a man. Man

lives in jerks--baby born, or somebody

dies, that's a jerk--gets a farm, or

loses one, an' that's a jerk. With a

woman it's all one flow, like a

stream, little eddies, little

waterfalls, but the river it goes

right on. Woman looks at it like

that.

AL:

(at the jalopy ahead)

Look at that ol' coffeepot steam!

PA:

(thinking of what Ma

says)

Maybe, but we shore takin' a beatin'.

MA:

(chuckling)

I know. Maybe that makes us tough.

Rich fellas come up an' they die,

an' their kids ain't no good, an'

they die out. But we keep a-comin'.

We're the people that live. Can't

nobody wipe us out. Can't nobody

lick us. We'll go on forever, Pa.

We're the people.

(She says this with a

simple, unaffected

conviction)

The TRUCK, steaming and rattling and churning, passes the

Chevrolet and Al leans out of the window and waves a jeering

hand at it. As the Joad truck pulls in front, we see Ruthie

and Winfield laughing with excitement over the triumph. Even

Uncle John shares the general satisfaction. Grinning, he

waves. As the truck moves away along the road, all three and

beaming and waving. Further along the truck passes a sign on

the side of the road. It says NO HELP WANTED.

The scene fades out.

THE END:

"THE GRAPES OF WRATH"

Screenplay

by

Nunnally Johnson

Based on the Novel "The Grapes Of Wrath"

By

John Steinbeck

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.

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