Tom Sawyer Page #3

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I never paid you more than $2

for a casket before.

Labor and materials

gone sky-high, Doc.

I hardly make a cent.

In there lays the only man

in Hannibal, Missouri,

that could ever out-drink me.

What's the matter, boy?

Is somethin' ailin' you?

Just that I never saw

no one dead before.

Well, dyin's a part of livin'.

Come on.

You take old Hoss back there.

Some folks are gonna say

he drank himself to death.

Well, maybe he did.

I'll tell you one thing for sure,

only old Hoss knows that.

Just a minute, boy.

There you are.

Take a look

at the folks you've knowed

Young or growed

Some keep thrivin'

and some keep strivin' in vain

It's a matter of destiny

Who you'll be

Judge or the preacher

or a pitiful creature

They's hangin' from a tree

Whoa, a man's got to be

what he's born to be

So just sit back and wait

Be it soon or late

He'll be small or great

Yeah, a man's got to be

what he's born to be

So just sit back and wait

Soon or late,

small or great

There ain't no fightin' fate

Doesn't matter what you may try

By and by

Some get lucky

and some get stuck in the mud

That's the way the old world behaves

Why make waves?

Sooner or later, just like a potater

We're planted in our graves

Whoa, a man's got to be

what he's born to be

So just sit back and wait

Be it soon or late

He'll be small or great

Yeah, a man's got to be

what he's born to be

So just sit back and wait

Soon or late,

small or great

There' ain't no fightin' fate

Now, where's the future

in plans and schemes

When it seems

That old grim reaper

will soon be a-leapin' on you?

When it's over,

you'll know your bound

To be found

Wearin' your Sunday clothes,

sleepin' in sweet repose

Six feet underground

Whoa, a man's got to be

what he's born to be

So just sit back and wait

Be it soon or late

He'll be small or great

Yeah, a man's got to be

what he's born to be

So just sit back and wait

Soon or late,

small or great

There ain't no fightin' fate

No, sir,

there ain't no fightin' fate

There it is.

Cirrhosis is what took him.

Seems only fittin'.

- Cirrhosis?

- Of the liver.

- Turns you yellow and you die.

- How'd he get it?

Why, from drinkin', my boy.

From drinkin'.

Whoa, a man's gotta be

what he's born to be

So just sit back and wait

Be it soon or late

He'll be small or great

Yeah, a man's gotta be

what he's born to be

So just sit back and wait

Soon or late, small or great

There ain't no fightin' fate,

no, sir

There ain't no fightin' fate

Whiskey! The stinkin' smell

of whiskey in my house!

Now give me that shirt.

But it saved Muff's leg.

You see, this snake,

it was... it was...

just jumped out from under a rock,

bit Muff on the leg,

and slithered away.

Left him lyin' in the dirt,

writhin' and screamin', close to death.

Lies, lies, and more lies!

What kind of snake?

Sidney, you stay out of this. Mary!

But this stranger came along

with a snake-bite remedy.

And as he was

pouring it on Muff's leg,

he was kickin' so, that some of it

just happened to splash on my shirt.

And it just healed up like magic!

Can't even see the fang marks.

Fang marks?!

- Upstairs. No supper. Upstairs!

- Aunt Polly!

Snake-bite remedy...

that's a good one.

Yes, it was.

I heard you.

Got the dead cat?

Better get goin'.

Beginnin' to smell.

Hucky, do you think the dead people

like for us to be here?

Wish I knowed.

Awful solemn, ain't it?

Hucky, do you reckon Hoss Williams

minds us takin' his spirit

and givin' it to the cat?

Heck, no. He's dead.

He ain't got no use for it.

When anybody's this dead,

how come they bury 'em so deep?

I don't know what you wanna

dig up old Hoss for anyhow, Doc.

I mean, just to look at his liver...

I can tell you what it looks like.

It looks like an old yellow sponge

drippin' and oozin' corn whiskey.

Quiet, you idiot.

Now get to work, both of you.

You ain't got no fun

in you nowhere.

Here. Quickly now, quickly.

Ten dollar ain't enough

for this rotten work.

Diggin' up graves... they catch you,

they lock you up forever.

I paid you good money in advance.

Now get to it.

You pay good money,

but you fix my leg bad.

How much your damn good money's

gonna pay for that?

- I want another $10 now!

- We've been paid enough.

Let's get it done

and get outta here.

I think $20 be more like it.

You scum! You've been paid

everything you're gonna get.

Who you calling scum,

Dr. Robinson?

Now wait a minute, Joe.

We don't wanna...

Damn it!

Wake up.

You killed the doc, you drunken fool.

- You think he seen us?

- I don't know. He could've.

We better hide in there.

In there?

Sure.

What was that?

It was me.

Ran into somethin'.

Hucky, what do you reckon

will come of this?

If Doc Robinson dies,

I reckon hangin' will come of it.

Look what I found!

Say, Huck, just suppose

somethin' happens

and Injun Joe didn't get hung.

He'd come after us to kill us,

knowin' what we know.

Well, I'll keep mum if you will.

All right, it's a blood pact.

Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer

swears they will keep mum about this.

They wish they may drop down dead

in their tracks if they ever tell.

And rot.

And rot.

Huck's blood.

Tom's blood.

I can't believe it.

You not only come to school,

you come to school on time.

- You are Tom Sawyer, aren't you?

- Yes, sir.

Wonders never cease.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Mr. Dobbins.

Good morning, Casper.

What was that you was sayin'

about Muff Potter?

My pa was there when they

brought him to the jailhouse.

They say Injun Joe

saw the whole thing.

He tried to stop him, but he was

crazy drunk. You know how Muff gets.

Hey, Tom, did you hear Muff Potter

killed Doc Robinson?

- Mornin', Tom.

- Mornin'.

Good morning, children.

Good morning, Mr. Dobbins.

It's a nice day, isn't it?

It's a nice day, Mr. Dobbins.

And we're all happy to be here,

aren't we?

We're happy to be here, Mr. Dobbins.

Today we will continue

with the Crusades.

The Turks, who lived

in Central Asia,

north of the Altai Mountains

and the Gobi desert,

became divided between an Eastern

and a Western faction.

By the tenth century,

the Western Turks

had been much weakened

by wars with China and the Arab nations.

But, led by Seljuk,

the Turkish chieftain...

S-e-l-j-u-k...

the Arab nation was destroyed.

Then the Turks embraced

Mohammadenism with fervor.

Now, an active crusade

against the Moors in Spain

was progressing in 1084.

And the Christians,

under the Turkish rulers,

were made to suffer

cruel atrocities.

It was to be expected

that the Christian nations

would come to the assistance

of their subjects in the Byzantine Empire.

Whose slate is this?

Speak up.

- Rebecca Thatcher?

- It's my slate!

Here!

What you doin', Tom?

Restin' or hidin'?

Neither.

What's the matter, boy?

You haven't been yourself for days.

- You need some of the remedy?

- It ain't that, Aunt Polly.

Well, then what is it?

Somethin's botherin' you.

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