Tom Sawyer Page #3

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- Just in case, if you're not really dead.

- It's a file.

- Thank you, boy.

Do you need anything else?

A bottle of brandy. The cheap kind.

I'm always so thirsty.

Maggie, come here!

Duck down!

Whiskey!

Shopping without paying.

No, sir. I just wanted to go home.

Look!

The bottle also wants to go home. Where do you live?

They're so stupid.

- They didn't notice anything.

- You'll have to try it more often.

You were on that ship recently.

Oh, well.

The cheap kind.

But you don't want this to

drink it yourselves, do you?

This is for a friend.

He's in jail.

You have to learn a lot, guys.

We'll see.

Oh, dearie me.

Can I help you?

No, it's fine.

There's a chance you could

cut your hand on the glass.

That was really nice of you.

- Mr. ...

- Joe. Everyone calls me Joe.

I know.

- Here, take this.

- Thank you.

- It's nothing.

- I'll do that.

- The rest I can do alone.

- That's fine.

Thank you.

- No one ever thanked me before.

- Good day, Joe.

Good day.

Crap! Dropped it.

- It can't be true!

- I knew it.

- Becky, put back the book!

- Wait, there's more!

- That's the difference.

- Is that all?

Stash the book!

Now what?!

Quiet!

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Reverend Sprague.

Sit down!

My God!

Who did this?

- Joseph Harpen, was it you?

- No.

Sid?

No, Sir.

- Amy Lawrence?

- No, sir, I didn't do it!

Becky?

Did you do this?

I did it!

It was me.

- Now where did we leave off yesterday?

- Biology, page 57.

You know, Huckleberry, you're

truly free only when you're a pirate.

And if someone stupid comes

around, you run rings around him.

Bang!

Debauchery, drinking...

- Women stashed in caves.

- Not for more than two weeks.

How about the Murrel gang!

They have a huge stolen treasure.

Where is it?

Somewhere on Jacksonville Island.

As it's waiting just for us.

We should search it out so we get the gold.

Thank you for our daily bread...

and for the fruit trees in our garden.

If it's not too much to ask,

that Tom does his school work...

and that Sid stops chewing his

nails, we would be grateful. Amen.

Who could that be?

Good evening, I wanted to bring back your glass.

Delicious jam.

- Thank you.

- And this... this here.

That's nice. Thank you.

Pleasant evening, ma'am.

Are you hungry?

Just a little, ma'am.

Wait, Joe, come on in!

Well, there's enough for all of us.

- Thank you.

- Sid, Tom, this is Mr. ...

- Joe. I'm Joe.

- Sit down.

Our soup is a little thin. We don't always

have enough money for a thick broth.

I am sure this is just as

delicious as your jam, ma'am.

Thank you.

Is everything okay with you, Tom? Drink some water!

What brings you to St. Petersburg, Joe?

Home is where our dead lie.

My father is buried here.

That is true.

Home is...

where we bury our loved ones.

The graveyard are all the same.

Have you ever been to the cemetery, Tom?

- Answer him, Tom!

- Me? No, never.

- You talk of it every night.

- Shut up!

- I wasn't there.

- I'm sure you weren't.

The doctor was stabbed to death there.

- Muff Potter did it.

- A bad business.

Poor old Muff. Now he must hang for it.

This is not to discussed in front of the kids.

- They know nothing of the world.

- How right you are, ma'am, but...

Sometimes children know more than they should.

Sid, help me!

One word, and your worst

nightmares become true, you got it?

Dear God, please let me never

meet up with Indian Joe again.

Are you praying?

- Nah.

- Yes, you're praying.

- Sid?

- Yes?

You're the biggest idiot who

ever came into the world.

You were at the cemetery.

You saw it all.

Why are you still lying?

You saw it all.

Joe sees everything.

Come to me, Tom! Come on!

Come to me!

You saw it all. You were at the cemetery.

Muff Potter's did it.

- No! No! No!

- Tom! Tom! Tom!

Tom! You were dreaming.

It was just a dream.

Everything's all right.

- Is he gone?

- Who?

Indian Joe.

For a long time. He left right after dinner.

Come here!

- Aunt Polly?

- Yes?

Would you feel bad if I was no longer here?

- Why wouldn't you be here?

- Just if.

Yes, it would be the worst thing in

the world, if you were not with me.

It would break my heart.

Good work, men. Good morning, Judge Thatcher.

Then he stood up and said: "Thank you for the soup."

His hand was as cold as ice.

We have to leave.

- And never come back!

- Never.

- And everyone will be crying.

- No one will cry over me, Tom.

But I would!

- You coming with me.

- Oh, right.

I'll wait by the river. In an hour.

I'll be there.

He has often helped out in the barn.

- Good day, Mrs. Roberts.

- Mr. Harris.

Good morning.

- Muff Potter! Murderer!

- You're guilty of murder, Muff!

You're going to hang!

Order!

This knife...

- was found beside the body?

- The blood of Doc sticks to it yet.

- It lay beside the corpse.

- And who owns this knife, Sheriff?

Muff Potter.

Muff Potter. Thank you.

- Defense counsel?

- No questions.

Come on!

You have to stay here, unfortunately.

It was dark. I had drunk a bottle. Or maybe two.

The doc gave me something.

That's all I know.

- Defense counsel?

- No questions.

You can now leave the witness stand, Mr. Potter.

I saw Muff take the knife.

He jumped onto the Doc and

he rammed it into his chest.

The doctor went to the ground.

- Defense counsel?

- No questions.

I wonder why you're here, to do squats.

You can step down.

Does anyone else have any testimony?

Your Honor, our witnesses are beyond any doubt.

Thus, the defendant committed

this infamous murder...

of Doctor Robinson, without

any possibility of doubt.

- The prosecution rests.

- Is there a defense to be presented?

No, Your Honor.

May God grant that someday I see a better lawyer.

Sir!

Do you have something to say?

I saw it all, sir.

Then Indian Joe rammed the

blade into the doctor's chest.

Stop! Freeze!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Why did you do that, Tom?

Case dismissed!

My boy!

My dear boy.

God bless you, my boy.

- What do you want to be?

- I don't know yet.

- Why didn't you say anything?

- I was scared.

A fine boy you have brought up, Miss Polly.

The sheriff will find Joe.

His boys'll be standing guard.

- I'll check out the attic.

- I'll go around the house.

Got it.

- A little coffee?

- Great, thanks.

It really is a long night.

Would you like some coffee, too?

Dear God, protect us and the ones we love.

- He's out there somewhere.

- Who?

Indian Joe. He'll be back.

But he won't come here, right?

- He won't get past the deputies.

- But you know, Tom, he can creep like anything.

You said so yourself.

Man, Huckleberry, I thought you were still angry.

Do you know the McDougal's cave?

- Yeah, I know that one.

- You could hold me captive there.

Not for two weeks.

But let's say... an afternoon.

- What for?

- Just think about it, pirate!

You want to still be a pirate, right?

You see?

First you rob me. I fight

back, but you're the stronger.

Then you carry me off. But you must be polite.

- Then you'll stay with me the whole time.

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