The Searchers Page #2
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1956
- 119 min
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ETHAN:
(bluntly)
It just happened to be me...No need
to make any more of it...
MARTIN:
I'll take care of your horse for you,
Uncle Ethan.
Again, he starts to lead away.
ETHAN:
Hold on!
Martin stops again.
ETHAN:
I'll take this...
He completes unlacing the pack and takes it -- treating it
as though it contained something of value. Martin watches
with a touch of resentment: Ethan doesn't trust him.
Ethan turns and sees the look. He doesn't care what Martin
thinks, nor does he explain. Martin leads the horse off.
MARTHA:
Supper'll be ready by the time you
wash up...Let me take your coat
for you, Ethan.
He hesitates, then grudgingly surrenders it -- conscious
of its sorry condition.
MARTHA:
(smiling faintly)
And...welcome home.
He just nods, then turns to follow Aaron around the side of
13EXT. THE EDWARDS HOUSE - CLOSE SHOT - MARTHA
She stands alone, looking after Ethan -- his coat in her
arms. She holds it against her breast for just a moment
and her eyes are tender.
DISSOLVE TO:
14INT. EDWARDS HOUSE - FULL SHOT - NIGHT
The family is finishing dinner -- and the scene is not
quite, but almost, a still-life. Loud in the room is the
pendulum tick of a Seth-Thomas clock on the mantel above
the fireplace -- in which logs are burning briskly. Ben
crouches near the fireplace, fascinatedly examining the
scabbard and sabre Ethan has brought home from the wars.
He tries to ease the blade just a bit out of its scabbard.
Aaron sits at one end of the hand-hewn table, Martha at
the other. At her right is Ethan, his fork scraping the
last crumb off his plate. Lucy sits at her father's right
and Martin at his left. Next to Martin is Debbie. In the
center of the table is the sorry remnant of what was once
a meal. Lucy and Martin have finished eating. Aaron is
sipping his coffee, and Martha -- her own plate largely
untasted -- is watching Ethan.
Ethan has shaved, changed his shirt. He straightens
contentedly and every eye is on him, expectantly.
ETHAN:
Good.
The clock rattles alarmingly -- the usual preliminary to
its striking; and then it bangs out the strokes like a
fire-alarm gong. Eight fast clangs.
AARON:
Ben! Deborah! Bed!
DEBBIE:
But I've got to help with the dishes.
MARTHA:
Not tonight...Ben, put that sword
back.
BEN:
It's not a sword, ma...It's a
sabre!
(moving to Ethan)
Did you kill many damYankees with
this sabre, Uncle Ethan?
ETHAN:
(matter-of-factly)
Some...
BEN:
How many damYankees, Uncle Ethan?
MARTHA:
Ben!...Martin, he'll sleep in the
bunkhouse with you tonight.
Martin nods and crosses to kiss Martha good night.
MARTIN:
Good night, Aunt Martha...Uncle
Aaron...
(he hesitates)
Good night, Uncle Ethan.
Ethan doesn't like being called Uncle -- as we must know
from the quick look he shoots at Martin. But he
acknowledges it.
ETHAN:
Night.
Ben reluctantly puts the scabbard away, turns to Ethan.
BEN:
Will you tell me tomorrow about
the war?
AARON:
The war ended three years ago,
boy!
BEN:
It did?...Then whyn't you come home
before now?
MARTHA:
BEN!...Go 'long with Martin. MARCH!
As Ben reluctantly heads out with Martin, Deborah crosses
to Ethan's side and studies him gravely.
DEBBIE:
Lucy's wearing the gold locket you
gave her when she was a little girl...
ETHAN:
Oh?
DEBBIE:
She don't wear it much account of
it makes her neck green.
LUCY:
(aghast)
Deborah!
DEBBIE:
(defensively)
Well, it does...But I wouldn't care
if you gave me a gold locket if it
made my neck green or not.
Ethan looks at her gravely.
ETHAN:
'Fraid I...
(then he remembers
something, rises)
Wait.
He crosses to where his pack is -- a side table or something
-- and burrows into it. Debbie is at his side.
ETHAN:
How about this?
It is a gold medal or medallion -- something appropriate
to Maximilian of Mexico -- suspended by a long multi-
colored satin ribbon.
DEBBIE:
Oh! LOOK! My gold locket!
She holds it high for mother -- and all -- to see. Martha
takes it and reacts at its weight.
MARTHA:
It's solid gold...Ethan, I don't
think she's old enough...
ETHAN:
Let her keep it...Just something I
picked up in Mexico.
Martha reluctantly surrenders it to Debbie's eager hand.
Aaron hasn't missed the word "Mexico" and looks sharply
at Ethan.
DEBBIE:
LUCY:
(to Debbie)
Come along...
The two girls leave the main room. Martha and Aaron both
look at Ethan -- half expecting some further explanation.
He turns from them and looks into the fire. Martha begins
to clear the table. Aaron gets up, takes a pipe and a
spill -- lights it at the fire.
ETHAN:
Passed the Todd place comin' in...
What happened to 'em?
AARON:
They gave up...went back to the
cotton rows...So'd the Jamisons...
Without Martha, I don't know...She
wouldn't let a man quit.
Ethan turns and looks at her -- still busy with her dishes.
AARON:
(change of tone)
Ethan, I could see it in you before
the war...
(Ethan looks at him)
Martha freezes in what she's doing -- listening.
AARON:
And you stayed out beyond all need
to...WHY?
Ethan can't answer, but he takes it as a challenge and
almost welcomes it.
ETHAN:
(hard)
You askin' me to clear out now?
AARON:
(straightening -- with
grave dignity)
You're my brother...You're welcome
to stay as long as you got a mind
to...Ain't that so, Martha?
MARTHA:
(almost a whisper)
Of course he is.
ETHAN:
I expect to pay my own way...
Martha resumes her activity. Ethan crosses to his pack,
reaches into it for a leather pouch, brings it back and
tosses it onto the table. It lands with a resonant clink.
Both Martha and Aaron draw close to the table.
(NOTE TO WINTON HOCH: This scene should be dramatically
back-lighted.)
ETHAN:
There's sixty double eagles in
there...twelve-hundred dollars.
He opens a waistline shirt button and hauls out a leather
money belt and drops that on the table.
ETHAN:
An' twice that in here.
He reaches into the belt and takes out a few mint-fresh
gold pieces which he slides across the table.
ETHAN:
...only these got the late
Emperor Maximilian's picture on
'em.
Martha picks up one of the gold pieces, staring at the
face on the coin: the same as that on the medal -- staring
sharply then at Ethan. Aaron is examining another coin
with a different interest.
AARON:
Mint fresh...not a mark on 'em.
He glances questioningly at Ethan.
ETHAN:
So?
Aaron shrugs and crosses to a barrel chair. He raises the
seat and lifts out a pair of old boots, some rags of
clothing and then raises a false-bottom lid and drops
pouch and money belt into it. Carefully he replaces
everything. During this Ethan's attention has gone to
Martha's hand, to one cut finger, its wound barely
healed. He takes the hand -- gently.
ETHAN:
Cut yourself?
She nods and withdraws the hand.
ETHAN:
(softly)
You were always hurting about your
hands.
She looks quickly at him and self-consciously tries to
hide her hands, conscious of their work-worn appearance.
Then for a moment their eyes meet and hold -- and a world
of sadness and hopelessness is in the look.
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