Tom Sawyer Page #2

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Don't worry, old man! Each may do only what he can.

I can do that, too. I'll show you.

- You can't.

- Yes I can.

- I can prove it to you.

- I'd leave you to it...

but Aunt Polly takes fence painting very seriously.

I'd let you do it, too, if it were my fence.

But it's not your fence.

I'll give you my apple.

- You can't tell anyone.

- Word of honor, you're a great guy, Tom.

I know that.

What are you doing here?

Can I paint, too?

- If you give me your sword.

- Here.

Thoroughly nice, Ben! Aunt Polly's

going to check things pretty thoroughly.

You need us to paint, too.

- What will you give me for it?

- Our top.

Great. And pretty neat!

I want to paint, too.

My slingshot?

Over there, there's still some room.

Hey Hucky.

When the devil comes...

to claim the souls of

the freshly buried...

well then you throw

the cat after Satan...

and call out:
"Devil on the body...

Cat to the devil, warts on

the cat!" and you're fine.

The skin around the wart thickens.

Come on!

- The dead hear nothing, right?

- They hearing everything.

Here lies old Horst Williams.

Drank himself to death.

Now we just have to wait.

Do we really have to wait for the devil?

Want to get rid of it now?

Maybe some other time.

Yeah, right.

The Devil has come.

Williams, rise!

There it is.

Come out! I know that you're here.

I'm dead.

Come out of your house, old Horst!

It's me, Muff.

Muff Potter.

Speaking with the dead. That comes from booze.

- Then we just dig you out.

- Faster, we don't have much time!

Who has constrained you like this?

Raise it up!

That's it, Doc.

Here.

I won't take any money, Doc.

You know that.

- What do you want?

- Take it, Joe, he wants to pay us.

Do you remember when you drove me out of the house?

I just wanted a handout from your kitchen.

I was hungry. Do you know what that even is, hunger?

- Leave him! Hey!

- Half a mouth!

Your father had me whipped. Like a n*gger.

And you were watching. Do you remember?

You have been a good-for-nothing

ever since then, Half-Breed.

- Half-Breed?

- Yes, a half-breed you are!

Not red, not white, not good.

Hey!

Get off me!

Now we're even, you damned dog.

What happened?

That's a bad thing, Muff.

- The Doc is dead

- And how did he die?

I didn't do anything, did I?

Joe, I certainly didn't do anything!

What can I say?

The doctor has gave you a good one...

you took your knife and stabbed into the doctor.

I didn't want to!

What happened, Muff, has just happened.

- But you won't betray me.

- No, I'm your friend.

- I'll never forget.

- You'd better leave now!

- I'll never forget.

- Let it be, get out of here!

- Thank you, Joe.

- Go away!

He saw us.

We should tell the sheriff everything

I haven't seen anything. Not a thing.

- But Indian Joe will hang.

- We're dead if we squeal.

- Why?

- He'd know full well who blew the whistle on him.

- Well, how?

- He's an Indian.

They see more than we do.

He can ask the dead ones.

They see everything and forget nothing.

But you saw what he did with Doc Robinson.

Just a raccoon.

Tom...

swear to me that you'll keep this tight.

I swear.

Swearing, that's only enough for small things.

But this's a big deal. It must be written down.

And sealed with blood.

Here, write it!

You're pretty clever, Tom.

Now the blood.

We swear that we'll never

say anything about it...

or else we'll die...

and rot away.

You saw me, Tom.

No! No!

- No!

- I came back...

to get you.

- Come to me!

- I've seen nothing. I've seen nothing!

- Come on!

- No!

- Come on!

- No! No!

No! No!

No! No! No!

- Tom! Wake up, Tom! Wake up!

- No! No!

- Tom!

- What is it? What is it?

He's OK.

My little one, everything's OK.

Onions. And then two of those ears of corn.

- Hey Huck!

- Tom!

Leave me alone!

What do you want from me?

I've done nothing...

What do you want from me?

Help! Leave me alone!

No!

What do you want...?

No! No!

No! No! No!

Joe! Say something!

Joe!

What are you thinking? Release the poor jerk!

- How can you think you can just hang him?

- He has stabbed the Doc.

He wouldn't do that. It's against the law.

Turn him loose at once! Are you not going to do it?

- His knife was next to Doc's corpse.

- Go home!

You, too, Miss Polly.

Beat it!

Joe!

- Did you do this?

- I didn't want to.

- But I don't know anything else.

- Murderer!

My old head's good for nothing anymore.

- We have to say something.

- Want to fall over dead and start rotting?

- It's just an oath.

- Only? And what about Indian Joe?

Is there nothing we can do?

Today we'll talk about the

differences between men and women.

Who can specify a particular difference?

Girls... I mean,

women are... different.

Yes, that's true. But this isn't very precise.

Sit down!

Joseph!

Girls have no...

do not have...

- Yes?

- Do not have...

a beard.

- That's right.

- Women can't vote.

Please? Get up!

Why are women not allowed to vote and study?

My love, if God had so

willed, that women choose...

- Where are you coming from?

- I was with Huck Finn, sir.

- Huckleberry Finn.

- We had to discuss something.

That was certainly much more important

than sitting there in your place.

- That's right, sir.

- Quiet!

Sit down!

On the girls' side!

Wherein lies the difference, since Adam and Eve?

The human race separates

into the strong and the weak?

Eve was not created from Adam's head...

to rule.

She was also not created

from Adam's foot...

...to serve.

No, it was Eva...

- The reverend is crazy.

- Yes, he's obsessed.

He hides himself with each little thing.

What's up with you?

You cheater! I'll never be with you again.

You'll burn Hell.

"This evening at the swimming tree"

Here, hardly used.

- What's your game?

- If a woman looks at the moon, the man kisses her.

- That's not true.

- Yes it is.

Do you do this with everyone?

Nope! I've never had another. I swear on my life.

You're lying.

Me? Listen, Becky, I'm with Huck,

Joe, and maybe Ben Rogers in a gang.

- We're pirates. Pirates don't lie.

- You kill people and stuff?

Not women.

The rich and beautiful are terribly afraid.

- We hang out in the caves.

- In the caves?

But we are polite. No one is as polite as pirates.

What do you do with women?

We let them sweat for a while.

Then they don't whine anymore.

And you'll never go back. Then they love you.

You really think I'll love you if you lock me up?

- Yes.

- Forget it!

Amy found the idea moderately interesting.

Amy Lawrence?

There was nothing to that. I swear. Wait!

You lie whenever you open your mouth!

As far as I'm concerned you can go

dry up with Amy in that cave of yours.

But you're not even worth that.

Muff, up here!

Tom, Huck, as well.

The jam is from Aunt Polly.

Tell her thank you, my boy!

How are you?

They're going to hang me.

But I've got a surprise.

I'm already dead, namely I slept in a coffin.

Death came to me there and told me.

- Nothing can happen to me.

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