The Grapes of Wrath Page #9
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- 1940
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TOM:
(marveling)
Why, she wasn't no more'n a kid when
I went up.
AL:
(eagerly as he jumps
down)
You bust outa jail, Tom?
TOM:
(patiently)
Naw. They paroled me.
AL:
(let down)
Oh.
ROSASHARN:
Heh'o Tom.
(Proudly)
This is Connie, my husband.
TOM:
(shaking hands)
If this don't beat all!
(Chuckling)
Well, I see you been busy already!
ROSASHARN:
(gasping)
You do not see either!--not yet!
At the whoop of laughter that goes up from all, she turns in
a fine simulation of maidenly mortification, and throws
herself into Connie's arms, hiding her face against his chest.
After a moment of surprise, a slow, happy, fatuous grin begins
to broaden his face. He beams, whereupon their delight
increases, the men roaring and jeering and slapping their
legs, the women making modest efforts to suppress their
amusement.
OMNES:
Lookut his face! Y'see his face?
Lookut Rosasharn! Y'ever see anything
like her face when Tom said it? Look
around, Rosasharn! Let's see it again!
An automobile horn sounds sharply. Their laughter halted as
though cut by a knife, they look off. A TOURING CAR has
stopped in the road by the house, the engine still running.
One man drives, the other talks.
MAN:
Hey, Joad! John Joad!
In the BACKYARD the people are silent, their faces without
expression, as all gaze toward the touring car.
MAN:
Ain't forgot, have you?
JOHN:
We ain't forgot.
MAN:
Comin' through here tomorrow, you
know.
JOHN:
I know. We be out. We be out by sunup.
The touring car's engine is still heard after the men drive
off. The Joads watch the car, their heads turning, their
eyes following, expressionless.
The scene dissolves to the BACKYARD just before dawn. Now
and then a rooster crows. A couple of lanterns light the
scene as the man load the truck. It is nearly done, the body
piled high but flat with boxes, and more tied on running
boards. Al has the hood open and is working on the motor.
Noah, Casy, Uncle John, Connie, Pa, and Tom are at various
tasks. They talk as they work.
TOM:
(to Pa)
How you get all this money?
PA:
Sol' things, chopped cotton--even
Grampa. Got us about two hunnerd
dollars all tol'. Shucked out seventy-
five for this truck, but we still
got nearly a hunnerd and fifty to
set out on. I figger we oughta be
able to make it on that.
TOM:
(dryly)
Easy. After all, they ain't but about
*twelve* of us, is they?
AL:
(proudly closing the
hood)
She'll prob'ly ride like a bull calf--
but she'll ride!
PA:
Reckon we better begin roustin' 'em
out if we aim to get outa here by
daylight. How about it, John? How
you boys comin'?
(He casts a critical
eye over the truck)
INSIDE THE CABIN, Ma sits on a box in front of the stove.
The fire door is open and the light shines out. The room
itself has been pretty well stripped, with only trash and
discarded things left. In Ma's lap is a pasteboard shoebox
and she is going through the meager treasures stored in it,
to see what must go and what she can take with her. Her eyes
are soft and thoughtful as each item brings a memory, but
not sad. Occasionally she smiles faintly. She pulls out a
letter, looks at it, starts to throw it into the fire, then
puts it back in the box. Her hand pulls out a PICTURE
POSTCARD. We see it in Ma's hand. It is a picture of the
Statue Of Liberty. Over it: "Greetings from New York City."
She turns it over. It is addressed: "Mrs. Joad RFD 254
Oklahomy Territory." In the space for a message: "Hello honey.
Willy Mae."
MA, after a moment of studying it, throws the card into the
fire. She lifts the letter again, puts it back. She pulls
out a worn NEWSPAPER CLIPPING. We see it in Ma's hand. The
headline is:
"JOAD GETS SEVEN YEARS."MA drops the clipping into the fire. Rummaging around, she
pulls out a small CHINA DOG. We see it closely as before. On
it is printed:
"Souvenir of Louisiana Purchase Exposition--St. Louis--1904."
MA studies the dog, smiling, remembering something that it
meant in her life. Then she puts in in a pocket in her dress.
Next she pulls out some pieces of cheap jewelry; one cuff
link, a baby's signet ring, two earrings. She smiles at the
ring, then pockets it. The cuff link too. The earrings she
holds for a moment longer, then looks around to make sure
nobody sees, then holds them to her ears, not looking into
any kind of a mirror, just feeling them against the lobes of
her ears, as once perhaps she wore them. Her eyes are grave.
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