The Sea of Grass Page #8
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1947
- 123 min
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FOR THE RANCH NOW AND THEN.
IT WOULD BREAK YOUR HEAR TO RIDE THROUGH THIS COUNTRY NOW, LUTIE.
IT'S ALL DRYING UP
AND BLOWING AWAY.
BREWTON WAS RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING.
THIS LAND WAS NOT READY FOR THE PLOW.
DURING THOSE FIRST YEARS
WHEN THE RAINS CAME,
PLANNING AGAINST THE TIME
WE SHOULD HAVE BUILT DAMS
AND BROUGHT OUR OWN RAIN
AND IRRIGATION DITCHES
AND CULVERTS AND DIVERTED STREAMS.
SOMEDAY WE WILL DO THESE THINGS
AND THE LAND WILL COME BACK.
THE HOPE OF SEEING THA KEEPS ME HERE.
AND SOMETHING ELSE
HOLDS ME, TOO.
BROCK IS GROWING UP, LUTIE,
AND THE WAY IT'S HAPPENING WORRIES ME.
WHEN SARAH WAS HOME,
SHE USED TO LOOK OUT FOR HIM.
BUT NOW THAT SHE'S AWAY
AT SCHOOL,
BREWTON MAKES NO MOVE
IT'S ALMOST AS THOUGH HE WERE TRYING
TO MAKE UP TO HIM FOR SOMEONE ELSE.
YOU, LUTIE.
WHATEVER IT IS,
IT'S BAD FOR BROCK AND I DON'T LIKE IT.
BUT I'M FORCED TO STAND BY
HELPLESS TO DO ANYTHING,
AND WATCH THE WILDNESS
IN THE BOY GROW STRONGER.
EVERYONE LIKES HIM.
MAYBE THAT'S THE TROUBLE.
HE'S RIGHT AT HOME EVERYPLACE.
WHETHER HE'S JOSHING THE
GIRLS AT CLANCY'S DANCE HALL,
ON MYRA NETHERWOODS' NEW GRAND PIANO.
HE'S A PRIME FAVORITE.
BUT HE'S A WALKING
CONTRADICTION, TOO.
ONE DAY HE'LL BE DEALING
WESTERN EUCHRE FROM THE BES HORSEHAIR FURNITURE IN TOWN,
AND THE NEXT HE'LL BE PRANCING
UP AND DOWN THE STREETS IN
HIS NEW RED-WHEEL BUGGY
WITH A HOMESTEADER GIRL
BESIDE HIM.
YOU MAY SEE HIM BUYING OU A SHOWCASE OF JAWBREAKERS
AT THE KINGMAN MERCANTILE CO.
FOR A BUNCH OF RUNNY-NOSED KIDS,
GENTLE AS A WOMAN,
OR KEEPING A TOMATO CAN ROLLING
AT 50 FEET WITH A SIX-SHOOTER.
IT GIVES ME PAUSE, LUTIE,
TO SEE HIM.
THERE'S SUCH A LOT OF RECKLESSNESS
UNDER THAT CRAZY CHARM.
AND A KIND OF VIOLENCE.
IT'S HARD FOR ME
TO KEEP MY HANDS OFF.
SOMETIMES WHEN HE LOOKS AT ME AS WE PASS
A FLICK OF HIS EYE-
I FEEL THAT HE MUST KNOW SOMETHING,
AND THAT HE MUST HATE ME FOR IT.
I UNDERSTAND SARA BETH GRADUATED
LAST WEEK WITH HIGH HONORS.
SARAH BETH BREWTON.
HAZEL SAWYER.
THEY TELL ME:
SHE'LL BE HOME SOON.
I WONDER HOW SALT FORK
WILL SEEM TO HER NOW
AFTER HER YEARS OF SCHOOLING?
PARDON ME, MA'AM.
I'M LOOKING FOR A LITTLE, SAWED-OFF,
FRECKLED, UGLY RUNT OF A GIRL.
I'M LOOKING FOR
WELL, YOU FOUND WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING
FOR, BUT HOW ABOUT ME?
YOU WENT AND:
CHANGED ON US.
OH, BROCK!
HELLO, SARAH BETH.
WHERE'S PAPA?
PAPA!
PAPA!
GOOD TO SEE YOU,
SARAH BETH.
YOU'D BE LIKE THIS, BOTH OF YOU.
LIKE WHAT?
OH, GOOD-LOOKING.
A COUPLE OF YEARS DO A LOT FOR
A YOUNG LADY, DON'T THEY?
WHAT DID YOU EXPECT-
OF ME, I MEAN?
NOT AS MUCH:
AS WE GOT, EH, BROCK?
NOT HALF. I DON'T KNOW THOUGH.
PROBABLY WON'T EVEN
LIKE OUR TOWN ANYMORE.
YOUR TOWN? MY TOWN.
OH HO. MAYBE YOU'LL DO,
HUH, COLONEL?
WELL, IT'S THE SAME OLD
PLACE. SAME...
YEAH. WELL, I'M GONNA LEAVE
YOU HERE.
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
RIGHT HERE. CHARLEY'S.
CARDS ARE PRETTY HOT FOR ME TODAY.
CHARLEY. HE CAN TEACH YOU.
YEAH? CHARLEY SAID YOU WERE PRETTY
GOOD AT CARDS, BUT I WAS BETTER.
I CAN TAKE CHARLEY THE BES DAY HE EVER LIVED
WITH YOU STANDING
ON HIS SHOULDERS.
TRY IT ANYTIME YOU SAY, COLONEL,
ANYTIME AT ALL.
I'LL BET THE WOMEN
SPOIL HIM SILLY.
YEAH.
NOT ONLY THE WOMEN
EITHER.
JEFF SAYS HE CAN CHARM THE GOLD
RIGHT OUT OF YOUR TEETH.
HOW IS JEFF, PAPA?
WELL, HE'S LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE
AROUND HERE,
LOST HIS BITE.
NOT MUCH LIKE THE NIGHTGOWN YOU WORE
OH, JEFF.
WELL, HOW DO YOU LIKE THE WAY
OH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
AIN'T IT, THOUGH?
I GOT MY IDEA FROM ONE OF THEM
MAGAZINES.
WELL, IF YOU WAN ANYTHING, YELL.
OH, DON'T GO.
I WANT TO KNOW:
ABOUT BROCK.
OH, JUST HOW HE'S BEEN.
WHAT HE'S BEEN DOING.
SAME AS ALWAYS. BROCK'S BEEN HAVING
WHAT YOU DOING?
WHERE'D THIS COME FROM?
I'VE BEEN SAVING IT.
WHY DON'T YOU ASK ME SOME MORE
QUESTIONS, SARAH BETH?
ABOUT WHAT?
ABOUT HER. AIN'T YOU CURIOUS ABOU YOUR MOTHER? YOU NEVER THINK OF HER?
WHAT FOR?
SHE'S YOUR MOTHER.
I DON'T KNOW
WHO SHE IS.
DON'T YOU EVER WONDER WHY
YOU'VE ALWAYS TRIED TO SAY GOOD
THINGS ABOUT HER.
YOU'VE ALWAYS STUFFED YOUR EARS
WHEN I DID.
SHE GAVE UP A LOT WHEN SHE WENT AWAY.
AND SHE HASN'T GOT MUCH LEFT NOW.
HOW ABOUT PAPA?
HAS HE GOT ANYTHING LEFT?
HE'S GOT YOU.
HE'S GOT BROCK.
YEAH-BROCK.
PLEASE STOP WHISTLING.
10. I'LL RAISE YOU 20.
3 TREYS.
3 DEUCES
YOU CAN'T BEAT THAT, BOY.
NOBODY CAN BEAT THAT, KID.
THAT'S RIGHT, CHARLEY.
NOBODY EVER HAS. YOU OUGH TO KNOW THAT, BILL.
YEAH, I KNOW.
6. MISDEAL, ISN'T IT?
OH, HAVE YOU GOT 6, TOO?
LOOK, KID, GAMBLING IS MY BUSINESS.
YEAH.
AND I KNOW MY BUSINESS.
AFTER THIS, IF I'VE GOT 6 CARDS,
I'LL MAKE IT KNOWN.
SURE. YOU BET.
YOU DEAL.
ANY OF YOU BOYS SEEN CHAMBERLAIN
AROUND? JUDGE CHAMBERLAIN?
NO. WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH HIM?
TRY THE BANK.
FORGET IT, JOE.
HE DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING.
IT'S ALL RIGHT, CHARLEY.
ALL RIGHT, KID.
YOU'RE THE JUDGE.
JUDGE OF WHAT?
GO AHEAD. DEAL.
3, JUDGE.
THANK YOU, JUDGE.
3 FOR THE JUDGE.
$10.
I'LL LET YOU OFF WITH A LIGHT SENTENCE.
PAIR OF 9s.
PAIR OF DOGS.
BROTHER, JUDGE.
ALL RIGHT, BROCK, THE DOOR'S OPEN.
TEMPORARY ANYHOW.
SUPPOSE I OUGHT TO SAY THANKS.
I DON'T KNOW THE PARTY.
BROCK, YOU'RE HOME!
PAPA, BROCK'S HOME.
WELL, WERE YOU STILL AS LUCKY?
OH, SURE.
I'M ALWAYS LUCKY.
STOP THAT.
PLAY SOMETHING ELSE.
LIKE?
OH, ANYTHING BU THAT FUNERAL MARCH.
PLAY SOMETHING WITH PEOPLE IN IT.
CAN'T HAVE A FUNERAL
WITHOUT PEOPLE.
HAD DINNER?
YEAH, ATE AT BEATTY'S PLACE
ON THE WAY OUT.
BROCK SAID HE WAS LUCKY AGAIN, PAPA.
REALLY? THAT'S FUNNY.
LOOKS TO ME LIKE THE BOYS TOOK HIM.
THEY TRIED. I WAS PLAYING WITH
JOE HORTON.
HORTON? HE'S A BAD BOY. YOU
WANT TO LOOK OUT FOR HIM.
I DID, IN ONE HAND,
ESPECIALLY.
WE BOTH DREW ONE,
ONLY I DREW FIRST.
YOU MEAN:
YOU SHOT HIM.
NOT CONCLUSIVELY.
HE'S GOING TO LIVE.
WHAT HAPPENED?
HOW'D THE FIGHT START?
AH, I HAD A FEW TOO MANY, I GUESS.
I DON'T REMEMBER.
THAT DRUNK.
THEN I'M A-LYIN'.
NOT LONG.
WHO GOT YOU OUT?
MCCURTIN?
HASN'T HE ALWAYS
BEFORE?
YEAH. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TELL
ME HOW THE FIGHT STARTED?
I TOLD YOU. I WAS DRUNK.
NOW, IF YOU'D RATHER I HADN' COME HOME, I'LL GET OUT.
I'D RATHER YOU DIDN'T LIE, BROCK.
NOW, COME ON, LET'S GO
INTO TOWN.
AND FACE WHATEVER'S
GOT TO BE FACED.
NOT ME. I'M GOING
TO DENVER.
BROCK,
AND THEN YOU'RE COMING BACK HERE.
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