The Trail of the Lonesome Pine Page #4

Synopsis: A feud, the origins of which can barely be remembered, has been boiling for decades between two sheltered mountain families, the Tollivers and the Falins. With plans to build a railroad through both families' land and mine coal deposits beneath it, enterprising outsider Jack Hale (Fred MacMurray) inadvertently becomes entangled in the region's politics. He soon captures the attention of the beautiful June Tolliver (Sylvia Sidney) and quickly becomes involved in a love triangle with her and her cousin Dave (Henry Fonda)
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Henry Hathaway
Production: Paramount Pictures
  Nominated for 1 Oscar. Another 1 win & 1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
6.9
Year:
1936
102 min
110 Views


He's an engineer.

He's the best, he is.

What does June do when

you're with Corsey, Buddie?

She goes walking

with Uncle Jack.

They don't

bother me at all.

Now watch me.

Tuffy, go on.

Go get some coal.

Go on,

go get some coal.

Oh! Buddie.

Huh?

Nothing.

Mr. Thurber,

Mr. Thurber.

Hello, Buddie.

I hope he ain't no bother

to you, Mr. Thurber.

Bother! Really

I'm compelled to laugh.

This charming

little fellow.

Ridiculous, Miss Tolliver.

It's only when you've

seen the world like I have,

that you learn to appreciate

the laughter of children.

Their childish pranks

and their naive questions.

I remember once on the boat

coming over from England.

There was dear little curly-headed

fellow, he must have been about...

June, there's

Mr. Corsey.

Corsey.

Howdy, son.

What's holding you up?

Come on.

How are you this morning?

All right.

Atta boy!

Whoops-a-daisy.

Charming child.

Yes.

Mr. Thurber, you better check with Mills

about that last

carload of ties.

They weren't creosoted.

They can't...

Again?

Mmm-hmm.

I'm busy.

Come on, get up.

You can see that,

can't you?

Uh-huh.

Well?

Mmm-hmm.

You call that an answer?

Mmm-hmm.

Listen,

Miss Uh-uh and Uh-huh.

Outside, up the hill

to your family.

You've probably got

plenty of work to do.

And don't say uh-huh.

Uh-uh.

Woman, you're a nut.

Good. I like that.

You like being a nut.

No, being a woman.

Until now, you've been

thinking I'm a girl.

You're not a woman.

You're not even a girl.

I ain't?

No, you're just a child

no bigger than that.

And from here up?

I'm not fooling you. I'm

going to tell you something.

What do you do

with your spare time?

This is very interesting.

Now, stop your clowning.

June, you're making

a big mistake.

Pretty soon

you'll be married to Dave,

and what have

you done about it?

What do you want me to do?

I want you to

go to school.

To what?

School.

Can't you realize what the future

holds for you and your family?

Uh-huh.

All right, what?

A fight with the Falins.

You're impossible.

I ain't impossible.

I'd like to know

what you'd call it.

I can listen.

You can?

All right, listen to this.

Look at Buddie.

He's a swell little kid

and he's smart as a whip.

He'll learn

and he'll learn fast.

And the minute he arrives,

these mountains can't hold him.

He'll change, June, and

you'll he proud of him,

but you'll be unhappy too because

he'll speak a different language.

You're smart and

I can understand you.

Look, June, I'm not trying

to hurt your feelings.

I think

you're a swell girl.

But if you ever

were in the city once,

just once, you'd understand what I mean.

Remember what

you told me yesterday.

None of you

could read that check.

$5,000.

But you just guessed at it

because there was a picture

of a coal mine on it.

And from now on,

Dave and your father

will be getting

lots of letters.

See what I mean?

I ain't going to no town.

You don't have to. You can get

some books and read at home.

Hire a teacher.

You've got money,

and you'll have more.

And once you get into it,

you'll be so blamed happy

you'll want to

give me a big hug.

Would I?

Hello.

Hale speaking, Operator.

Hello, Lewis.

What's on your mind?

You what?

You want me to

come to town?

Listen, I've got

some bulldogs up here

by the name of

Tolliver and Falin.

And if I leave...

Yeah, Lewis, but I...

Oh...

All right. Yeah.

I'll leave in the morning.

Right.

Hey, wait a minute.

What about those ties?

You did, huh?

Okay, I'll see you soon.

Well, June,

it looks like...

The mountains is good enough for

us. They're good enough for you.

You ain't

a- going to town.

But, Judd...

I'm a-talking.

The idea.

You getting close to marrying

time and wanting to go to school.

You gonna make clabber cheese any

better if you can read and write?

Or churn butter or fix a shirt or mend socks?

That's what a wife

is supposed to do.

Don't take no education to show

you where a hen lays her eggs.

I ain't gonna listen

to any more.

June.

Yeah, and you can use it

till the blood comes.

But I won't change my mind.

You and the mountains

ain't going to make

no dried up

cornstalk out of me.

You ain't got the right.

I'm gonna be smart

and I'm gonna think.

Yes, I am. And I'm gonna be a help to Dave

when those checks

start coming in.

You ain't ever been to the city.

You don't know what it means.

You're going to

stay here.

And be a cull,

just like Mammy?

June.

She knows

what I'm driving at.

She ain't never

get to go no place.

Just stayed here

and dried up.

Getting older,

faster than she should.

Weren't you, Mammy?

I was born old.

She could have been

young and beautiful.

She is beautiful.

Listen, June child.

I ain't no mean father.

I mean, I ain't

a never wanting to be.

You looked at me just

like a stranger, just now.

Kind of hurt inside.

Pappy.

Sure be glad to give you a lift, Miss June.

This animal of mine will carry

double and get you to Gaptown

quicker than a hound dog

can smell a pole cat.

That's very nice

of you, Mr. Keever

but I'm a-waiting,

a friend, you know.

Oh!

The smell of winter's stouter

than horse radish.

Hope it don't

kick up a rain.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Where you going?

That a way.

Just a stroll?

Oh, no. Going to town.

Smell of winter's

stouter than horse radish.

Thought you told me

you'd never been to town.

Might, might not.

Hope it don't

kick up a rain.

I give up.

Come on, get in.

No. I wouldn't. It might be putting you out.

It's only a short hop

and a tussle to town.

Get in.

Say, if it's any of my business,

why are you going to town?

Education. Do you have to keep

your foot on the brake all the time?

When did you

get that idea?

I see you keep

jiggling it back and...

You know what I mean.

When?

Talking to people.

Who?

Oh, about.

It was what

I told you, wasn't it?

Did you?

Yes, you was

one of them.

I was all of them.

Now see here, I meant what

I said. I sincerely meant it.

But you're up to

something phony.

People don't just get

an idea and then go.

Did you ever stand under a falling

tree or see a pole cat back up?

That's not funny.

What did your father

say about it, and Dave?

They was mostly agreeing,

especially Dave.

He said when those checks

start traipsing in...

I said that.

All right, I'll walk.

Same thing eating you?

Huh?

Sure makes me

feel bad.

That's what I wanna

talk to you about.

Nice of you. Horse gets out of the barn

and now you want to

lock the door.

Well, he ain't

got her yet.

Who ain't got what...

Wait a minute.

Ain't you and I talking

about the same thing?

You bet we're talking

about the same thing.

I was feeling

when he saved my life

but I just didn't know

what it was then.

Fever I says. Or maybe the lead's

splashing something in my eyes.

But I ought to have known. It

was him being nice to Buddie.

It was him...

Wait a minute, son.

You're making

a gourd trap,

but it's too big to catch meadow

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Grover Jones

Grover Jones (November 15, 1893 – September 24, 1940) was an American screenwriter - often teamed with William Slavens McNutt - and film director. He wrote more than 104 films between 1920 and his death. He also was a film journal publisher and prolific short story writer. Jones was born in Rosedale, Indiana, grew up in West Terre Haute, Indiana, and died in Hollywood, California. He was the father of American polo pioneer Sue Sally Hale. more…

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