Tom Sawyer Page #5

---

as if you were my own.

Now God knows I have tried.

But you continue

to disobey me, to lie to me,

to cavort with the trash in this town.

I'm afraid you're gonna grow up to be

a wastrel like your father was, God forbid.

Don't you talk

about my father like that.

Well, that's what he was...

a no-good, irresponsible bum,

leaving your mother and you,

a tiny baby.

No use lying to yourself

about him, too.

I am not gonna let you turn into

what he was, as God is my witness.

Well, if'n I was God...

Don't you dare to take

the name of the Lord in vain!

May God forgive you.

Lf'n I was God

Well, just for spite

I wouldn't set the sun at night

Till everyone was treated right

By everyone else they see

lf'n I was God

I'd fix it so

Without explainin', folks would know

They'd know what's goin' on inside

Of everyone else like me

Nobody'd hurt nobody else

I wouldn't let it be

Nobody'd have a need to pray

Except for thankin' me

lf'n I was God

I'd make us wise

So's everyone could realize

That everywhere beneath the sun

Everyone needs everyone

And God

That ain't half what I would do

lf'n I

Was

You

Jump!

Thank you, Sidney.

- Good morning, Mother.

- Good morning, dear.

Go set the table, please.

Oh, Mary, go see what's keeping Tom.

He must be starving by now.

Tom, breakfast is ready.

Ma! Ma, Tom's gone

and his bed hasn't been slept in!

Oh, a river's gonna flow

'Cross the land

'Cross the land

Oh, a river's gonna flow

To the sea

And the boy is gonna grow

To a man

To a man

Only once

In his life

Is he...

Freebootin', freebootin',

kickin' up our feet in the sand

Freebootin', freebootin',

livin' off the fat of the land

Got no doors to shut us in,

we got no ties that bind

Rollin' down the road to sin,

we got no nevermind

Like a big fat cow

a-chewin' on her cud

Like a catfish grubbin'

in the bottom of the mud

We're happy as a coot

and we don't give a hoot

Ain't we fine?

Freebootin', freebootin',

kickin' up our feet in the sand

Freebootin', freebootin',

livin' off the fat of the land

Nobody's tellin' us when to rise

or when to sleep or eat

Nobody's here to criticize

or whack us on the seat

Like a hog in slime,

we're wallerin' our time

Doin' what we're doin'

and it ain't no crime

We don't give a dang,

let the world go hang

Ain't life sweet?

Freebootin', freebootin',

kickin' up our feet in the sand

Freebootin', freebootin',

livin' off the fat of the land

We're thick as thieves

and tough as mules

We don't know wrong from right

We got no bounds,

got no rules

We don't know day from night

We got no worries,

we just don't care

Mean as a buzzard

and hungry as a bear

Better steer clear

and you better beware

We may bite

lf'n I had knowed

how much fun smoking was,

I would have started long ago.

You know, we could live the rest

of our lives out here on this island

and they'd never find us.

But they'd miss us.

They'd be sorry.

Probably give us up for dead.

Probably. I wish I could die.

Just temporary, for a day or so.

You know, my spirit

would walk right down Main Street,

right past Becky Thatcher.

I wouldn't even speak to her.

That'd show her.

I wonder where Injun Joe is right now.

He's probably hidin' out

somewheres in South America.

I mean, that's where I'd go

if they was after me. Wouldn't you?

I don't know.

I wish they'd caught him by now.

I just don't believe it.

I really don't.

Now, we've just got to

face the facts.

We must look at this logically.

The Finn boy's raft is missing.

We've established beyond

a question of a doubt

that the hat we found

at the riverbank was Tom's.

I still won't believe they're drowned.

He's been missing for 24 hours.

But they're good swimmers.

They know the river.

We can't rule out any possibilities.

They may very well have drowned.

No.

I'm sure they'll turn up...

safe and sassy.

Well, if they don't show up by mornin',

I'm for draggin' the river.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid he's right.

Good night, Mary.

Come on, Becky.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- I know they'll be fine.

- I don't know, ma'am, I hope so.

- You two should be in bed.

- I'll stay up with you, Mother.

No. No one's staying up.

I'll leave a light in the window.

Off to bed with you now.

Tom Sawyer

That irresponsible child

Tom goes off with Huck

Swimmin' in the nude

Tom holds wonders in his mind

But he just won't learn

And he just keeps turnin' away

Tom Sawyer

The devil's got him in tow

Raises Cain in school

If he'll ever go

Though he tries my poor heart so

Oh, Lord, please spare him

And, Lord, take care of

My Tom

- What was that?

- I don't know.

Fire!

- What are they doin'?

- They're draggin' the river.

The sound of the cannon

brings up the dead bodies.

Somebody must've drowned.

Maybe they're lookin' for us.

Heck, nobody's lookin' for me.

Aunt Polly'd be worried

somethin' awful.

Hucky, I gotta go home.

Well, how we gonna do that, swim?

We got no raft.

- Then let's make one.

- Can't, no tools.

Fire!

Well, maybe we could make

a signal flag,

stop the barge on its way

back to Hannibal.

Tom, they're on their way

back to Hannibal.

But maybe we can look along

the water's edge and find some logs.

Maybe we can

fasten 'em together. Maybe.

You take this side.

I'll take the other.

Come here!

Look!

The raft!

Let me hide myself in Thee

Let the water and the blood

From Thy wounded side which flowed

Rock of Ages, cleft for me

Let me hide myself in Thee

Amen

Now, my friends,

the eulogy for our two young men

will be spoken

by the Honorable Judge Cyrus Thatcher.

Thomas Sawyer and the lad

we've all come to know

and love as Huckleberry Finn,

a boy who made

his own way in the world,

without the benefit

of a mother or father to guide him,

gone...

gone from our midst,

taken in the spring of their bloom.

And how much poorer are we

for their loss.

I was fortunate enough

to get to know Tom Sawyer.

And I want to say here

how proud I was to be his friend.

No commonplace boy would have

stood up in my courtroom so courageously

and accused a murderer face to face.

It took great courage

to tell the truth, but he did.

And I want to go on record in stating

that when he took

a thrashing in school

to protect my little girl...

she told me all about it...

that was a magnanimous lie he told.

Of course he was given

to exaggerations,

but they were never malicious.

How many times have we seen

only the faults and the flaws

and never noticed the sweetness?

Within our hearts will always live

the sunshine of their happy laughter,

the memory of their winning ways,

and the everlasting glow

of the rare promise

of these dear lost lads.

Thomas, Huckleberry...

Wherever you are now,

we will remember you.

It's a miracle!

Praise the Lord!

Thank God you're safe!

When I get you home, I'm gonna

thrash you within an inch of your life.

- Our prayers has been answered.

- They certainly have.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes