Tom Sawyer & Huckleberry Finn Page #3

'cause I got a plan.

Tom, look!

We got the tools right here

to do the job!

I say we bust a hole

through this here wall

and then just get him out.

- Would you please hush, Hucky?

How am I supposed

to concentrate

and come up with

the perfect solution

with you chatter-boxing

the entire time?

Hold the lamp.

I got an idea.

We're not gonna go

through the wall.

No, we're gonna

go under the wall.

Yeah, that's how

we're gonna do it.

Just like I've read it's been done

in lots of my books.

Here we go,

right here's the spot.

- What the heck

are you doing, Tom?

- Hucky, can't you see that

I'm digging a tunnel

under this confounded wall?

- Well, how long you reckon

that's gonna take, Tom?

- There was this

guy held, locked up

in a cellar or dungeon

in a castle

near the ocean or

something like that,

somewhere over in France

or something like that...

you know, somebody

of importance...

and so, this count

started digging.

And how long do you think

he needed to get through

the solid rock of that castle?

- I don't know.

I figure about a month or so?

- No, incorrect, wrong.

He needed 37 years.

- Well, I don't think

we got that long.

I mean, by the time we do that,

Muff Potter will be

either hung high

or probably be dead from

old age or something.

- Now, come on, do you

honestly and truly think

that we're gonna need

37 years to get through

this little bit of earth, huh?

He was sitting on solid rock

and he only had one knife.

We got two.

And, Huck, for someone

who can't read and write,

you're pretty smart.

But, I have read practically every topic

that's ever been printed

on this book.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- I don't care how the counts

are doing it in France.

All we need is a shovel

and a pickaxe

to get the job done.

He is pretty drunk.

Hope we don't gotta

carry him out like this.

- Don't worry, Hucky.

He'll be okay by the morning.

Let's get outta here.

- What?

Well, I thought we came here

to break him out today.

- Yeah, Hucky, we will,

but not just yet.

Let's make tracks.

- After all this hard work,

we're losing precious time.

I mean, what happens if we

come back tomorrow?

They're gonna hang

an innocent man.

That poor guy'll be

strung up for nothing.

- Huck, we're gonna get him

out in the morning.

A break like this needs

to be planned to detail.

Otherwise,

they're gonna get Muff

before he even notices

that he's on the run.

Now, let's get outta here.

- Oh, better turn

this light off.

- Potter! Potter, wake up!

- It's empty.

There's nobody in there.

Hucky, you hear me?

. Hyah!

- Damn it, Huck.

Potter's gone.

- He is gone.

I can't believe it.

What are we gonna do now?

- To be honest, I don't know.

But I do know that, without us,

he's not getting too far.

- All right, boys.

- It's right up here.

- Damn, damn, damn!

We gotta cover our tracks!

Go! Go! Go!

- Get up, Potter!

- Come on!

Time to go!

- You know we's here, Potter!

HE'S gone!

Crawled through it

or something.

He ain't in here!

- I don't know where he is.

- Let's get him!

Come on, let's go get him.

Well, he can't be far.

Come on, boys.

Come on!

- Hyah!

Come on! Hah!

Now, there was

life in this small town.

Muff Potter was found about

two miles outside of town

in a dilapidated

one room shack.

But, before he was sent

back to jail, he was memorably

tarred and feathered.

- I can't watch this.

- I'm gonna be sick.

- Come on, Tom.

- Order in the court.

- Yeah, and I saw Muff Potter

washing in the creek.

- Yeah, but that is not so

out of the ordinary,

someone bathing in the creek.

- It dam tooting is,

'cause everybody in town

knows that Muff rarely washes.

Is it possible that

Muff Potter washed himself

after the act of murder,

removing all traces of blood,

after the brutal stabbing

of the good Doc Robinson?!

And are you sure that

this is one of the knifes

that you sold from your store?

- Objection!

- Objection taken.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

No further questions.

- The court calls the defense.

We have no further questions,

Your Honor.

- Now, what in God sakes

is going on in here?

Can you not even try to do so, if

you would defend this poor man?

Towards the end

of the second day of trial,

word went around that

Injun Joe's testimonial

is rock solid, and he has

no shadow of a doubt

about how the decision

of the jury will lean.

- Y'all know there's no visitors.

This better be good.

- Just want to bring

Muff some smokes.

- All right.

- And you better know that

this is a high profile,

high security zone.

- Hey, Potter,

you got visitors.

- Hey, Muff, how's it going?

Uh, we brought you something.

- Wow.

Thank you, fellas,

you're real chums.

- Uh, Muff, are you all right?

- What am I supposed to say?

When you sit here and wait

and you're so close to dying

an unnatural death for something

you didn't want to do,

then you know how good life is.

And Joe, bless him, meant well,

but he'd be better off

to let it go

so he don't get

pulled in deeper.

- Let it go?

Let what go?

- The break-out.

That just made things worse.

Just realized that

I had a real friend.

And... and I'm happy.

I've got three.

You guys and Joe.

Mmm.

- Several of our most

upstanding citizens

have sworn witnessing events

so out of the ordinary

that any question of doubt

can immediately be erased.

This horrible crime committed

by the accused, Muff Potter,

has been shown

to be his and his alone.

The prosecution requests

on behalf of

the citizens of this fine town

against the accused Muff Potter

death by hanging.

- Your Honor,

members of the assembly,

at the start of this trial,

due to the overwhelming

evidence

and information's detrimental

to the name of the accused,

we attempted to plea

for a less harsh sentence

based on his, in the past, reputation.

We no longer wish

to take this stand.

Because, from this moment on,

we are dealing with

a completely new situation.

The defense wishes

it to be known

that it now has the fullest intention

to save our client

from the untimely demise at

the end of a hangman's noose.

Let it be noted

that new evidence,

shortly to be presented,

will beyond a shadow of a doubt

free Muff Potter from all

burdens and charges.

The defense wishes to call

to the stand a new witness.

Please call to the stand

Mr. Thomas Sawyer.

Put your hand on the Bible.

Do you swear to tell

the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,

so help you God?

- Yeah...

uh, yes, sir.

I... I mean to say,

I swear to tell the truth.

- Very good, Tom.

Very good.

Now, take a seat, son.

- Thomas Sawyer, where were

you on June 17th at midnight?

Now, Tom, just tell us.

Where were you on

the before-mentioned night?

- At the graveyard, sir.

- Okay, Tom, now, for those

in the back row

who may not have heard you,

please repeat that

a little bit louder.

- I was at the graveyard, sir.

- At the graveyard.

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