Tom Sawyer & Huckleberry Finn Page #2

The fact that

Doc Robinson wanted

the corpse of Ross Williams

for studies of the anatomy

was discovered later.

- So, good doctor,

think you can

throw another five

for the trouble for us

to keep our trap shut?

- Now, may I remind you

that we had an agreement?

Your payment upfront,

which I gladly did.

It's called an

agreement, Mister Joe.

- He's right, Joe, let it go.

His father arrested me once

and punished me in front

of all the people.

Do you think

I'm gonna forget that?

- Uhh!

Take it easy, Joe!

Come on, don't hurt me.

Oh, Christ.

God damn Injun.

This might hurt.

- Huck, what do you

think's gonna happen?

- If Doc Robinson don't

wake up in the morning,

someone's gonna get hanged.

- You really think so?

- I'm as sure as an

amen in church.

- Well, who do you think's

gonna tell 'em? Us, maybe?

- No, if anyone's

gonna say something,

it's Muff Potter.

- Huck, Muff Potter don't

know nothing about this.

How's he supposed to

say something?

- Tell me why

he don't know nothing.

- 'Cause he just happened

to get clunked out

as Injun Joe did it.

- Oh, damn!

- Huck, are you sure you

can keep a lid on this?

- Now, Tom, you know we got

to keep a lid on this.

We have to.

If the devil Injun Joe finds

out that we ratted him out,

he don't get hung,

he'll snuff us out for sure.

We don't want that.

- Huck, we need to swear

not to tell a soul

a single word.

- I swear.

- So just repeat after me.

Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer...

- "Huck Finn and

Tom Sawyer..."

- ...solemnly swear to keep

their traps shut...

- "...s... uh, so...

solemnly swear

to keep their

traps shut..."

- ...and not to tell a

single, solitary soul...

- "...and not to tell a

single, solitary soul..."

- ...a single word.

- "...a single word."

- Unless they want to die

in their tracks and rot.

- "Unless they... " Well, that

last part's kind of rough,

- don't you think there, Tom?

- Needs to be.

- Finally, I caught you.

Young man,

this deserves punishment.

You will paint the

picket fence tomorrow.

- The whole fence?!

- Yes, picket by picket.

- Starboard! Starboard!

Hey, buddy.

Hey, my friend, heh.

That's a pretty tough job, huh?

So... I'm going

swimming, you know?

Wouldn't you not

like to come along?

Nah, what am I thinking?

Tom Sawyer'd prefer to work.

- You calling that work?

- So, are... are you

saying that...

that's not work,

what you got

going on right there?

- Maybe.

Maybe not.

I don't know.

But, I do know that I'm

having the time of my life.

- Come on, Tom Sawyer,

cut it out.

You're really trying to tell

me that you're having fun?

- Well, believe it or not,

I'm having a lot of fun.

You know, you don't

get the opportunity

to paint a picket fence

every day.

You just don't have

the chance to have this much fun.

You know what I mean,

booga-bean?

- Ha, Tom.

My good, good friend.

I... could I, uh, think I...

think I might, uh...

Mind if I give it a try?

- Nuh-uh, Ben,

buddy man.

Auntie Polly is real particular

about how it's done

and about who do it, too.

She is proud of her

picket fence.

This is precision

work right here.

This white picket fence

is out here through thick

and through thin.

I really don't think that

there is one in 1,000

who can do this job the way

it's meant to be done.

Well, maybe one

in 2,000, maybe.

- Now, come on,

give me the brush.

I'll give you a piece

of my apple, 'kay?

- Now, come on, Ben.

What kind of fair

sportsmanlike is that?

What is an apple against

a whole picket fence?

- Okay, then,

I'll give you my shirt.

- No, Ben, I do not

want your shirt.

I do not want your shirt.

- Okay, Tom Sawyer.

I'm gonna make you an offer

that you can't squawk at.

I know just how much you

want a switchblade knife

just like mine.

So, you know what, Tom Sawyer?

I'm gonna give you

my switchblade knife.

That's right.

Pretty good offer.

Come on.

Thanks, man.

This is pretty fun.

- Yeah, it's very fun.

Even having won Ben over,

Tom took advantage

of the opportunity to acquire

- a set of marbles from Billy Thatcher.

- Okay.

- John Miller got in

through his offering

- Okay.

- Of a harmonica in excellent condition.

- Yeah.

- And so on it went.

Without his even knowing it,

- Tom learned a very important

- Okay.

- Nah.

- Human law having to do

with transfer and trade.

To raise the desire of

another individual,

then there is nothing

more necessary than to make

that object of desire

difficult to reach.

By mid-day,

the awful news

had spread throughout

the entire town like lightning.

A murder had taken place.

At the murder scene,

a bloody knife was found

next to the victim

that was identified

to belong to Muff Potter.

They got him! Over there!

- They're bringing him.

- Hey, it's Muff Potter.

Hey look, they're

bringing him out.

- I... I didn't do it, folks.

I swear to God.

All of you.

- Is this your knife?

That crook.

- You tell them, Joe.

What should I say,

except how it happened?

I saw it all.

I didn't say nothing till now

'cause Muff's my buddy.

There was argument, pretty hot.

Don't know exactly about what.

All I do know is that Muff

pulled that knife out

and rammed it into Doc's guts.

Now, just hold your horses!

For your information,

and it's nothing new,

but we just happen to have

a judge in this town,

and we also have laws!

Even though I see

that some of you folks

want to take it into

your own hands.

But what if he

happens to be innocent?

You all know

Muff Potter for years.

He is entitled to a fair trial

which he is going to get.

So, Sheriff,

what are you waiting for?

- Take him to the jail.

You got lucky, Muff Potter!

- Take him!

- Sooner or later, you're gonna hang!

- Man, Tom, you were chattering

away in your sleep.

I didn't get to sleep a wink!

What's! You say'?

- Tell me, Tom,

what's troubling you?

- Auntie Polly,

just dumb stuff.

- Dumb stuff?

I heard words like, "Blood."

Blood.

That's blood!"

I heard that a lot.

You moaned and said, "Please..."

please, don't torture me.

I won't tell!"

- It must be that awful murder.

I've been having

nightmares myself.

- You see, Aunt Polly?

We're all having bad dreams.

- Here you go, Potter,

little bit of bacon,

some bread, and

a pack of cigarettes.

- Wow.

Thanks, Tom.

You and Huck

are good boys, I gotta say.

- Yeah, Muff, it's okay.

You know what me...

you and me gonna do?

- What?

- We're gonna bust him out.

- Tom, you losing your marbles?

- Yeah.

No, I'm not losing my marbles,

and, yeah, we're gonna

get him out of there.

- Say we do get him out.

What the heck then?

- "What the heck," Huck?

We get him out of the joint,

out of the town,

out of the state,

out of the country.

He's gonna make

tracks to Europe

where he can't be hung.

- Well... Okay, okay, say we

get him to Europe.

What's he gonna do over there?

Or better yet, how is

he gonna get over there?

- Well, you're just

gonna have to trust me

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