Wildflower Page #4
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1991
- 120 min
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- WHAT'S HER NAME?
ALICE.
ALICE?
ALICE! CAN YOU HEAR ME? HEAR ME.
[ Chuckles ] THAT'S A
AH.
YEAH.
ALICE,
CAN YOU HEAR THIS?
YOU KNOW, I DELIVERED EVERYBODY
IN THIS COUNTY.
WELL, HER FAMILY'S
NEW IN TOWN, DOC.
I'M SURE IT'S A FACT.
WELL, THEM FITS, AS YOU CALL 'EM...
HER HEARING PROBLEM.
THE ONLY THING THAT MIGHT HELP
IS A- A HEARING AID.
BUT THEY'RE MIGHTY PRICEY.
OOH, MIGHTY PRICEY.
WELL, COME ON. YOU TWO GET HER
HOME AND GET INTO BED NOW, YOU HEAR?
ALL RIGHT.
THANKS, DOC.
EXCUSE ME, MA'AM. I'M SAMMY
PERKINS. CAN I HELP YOU WITH THAT?
ARE. I SEEN YOU COMIN' AROUND HERE.
WHAT YOU AFTER? WELL, I GUESS YOU
KNOW WE BEEN TAKIN' ALICE PLACES.
WE GOT A CHANCE:
AIN'T NO USE. SHE'S SICK.
SHE'S BORNED SICK.
DOC SAYS SHE GOT EPILEPSY, AND HE GO SOME MEDICINE TO GET RID OF THEM FITS.
AND MRS. GUTHRIE, SHE LEARNS
REAL GOOD. SHE GOT A GOOD MIND.
BUT MY HUSBAND'S MEAN.
PLEASE, MRS. GUTHRIE. WE NEED TO GE WRITTEN PERMISSION TO GET HER SOME SCHOOLING.
RHYMIN' WORDS? YES, MA'AM.
THAT'S NOT ENOUGH.
WE NEED TO GET YOUR PERMISSION
NO, NO. I DONE TOLD
YA NO. MRS. GUTHRIE-
AND YOU BEST BE CAREFUL, 'CAUSE
IF HE CATCHES YA, HE'LL KILL YA.
WRITTEN PERMISSION NEITHER.
[ Laughs ]
WHAT YOU GOT THERE?
MADE A COBBLER. YOU BEEN
GETTIN' TO BE A REGULAR GIRL, EL?
NAH. I JUST SEEN HOW HARD YOU WAS
WORKIN' IN THE FIELD, AND I SAID,
"MY DADDY DESERVES
SOMETHING REAL NICE." MM-MMM.
HEY, DADDY?
YEAH.
YOU KNOW THAT LOCKET OF MAMA'S? MM-HMM.
DO YOU THINK:
WHAT'S YOUR HURRY?
IT MIGHT LOOK REAL NICE ON ME.
YOU RECKON:
IT'S WORTH A LOT?
IT'S BEEN IN YOUR MAMA'S FAMILY SO
LONG, I 'SPECT IT'S WORTH A SIGHT.
YOU DO, HUH?
SO CAN I WEAR IT, DADDY? GIRL, YOU
GONNA PESTER ME TO A EARLY GRAVE.
"NO," I SAID.
A ROSE TO BE FAINT OF HEARING,
CLOSE TO THE EARTH...
AND LIVIN' ALONE.
BUT SHE HAD SISTERS IN THE FIELDS
WATCHES AND FEELS.
SAMMY? HOW AM I GONNA GE DADDY TO GIVE ME MAMA'S LOCKET?
SAMMY.
GONE.
"JUST LIKE A ROSE
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs ]
SAMMY!
SAMMY.
YOU BATHE?
UH, NO, ALICE. NO.
OH, MY GOODNESS.
SAMMY.
SAMMY! YOU BATHE?
YOU PUT THIS SHIRT ON, ALICE. YOU
COME IN, YOU PUT THIS SHIRT ON.
YOU BATHE, SAMMY? NO, ALICE, NO.
COME HERE AND PUT THIS SHIRT ON.
OH, MY GOODNESS.
THIS ISN'T RIGHT.
HERE YOU ARE. YOU PU THIS SHIRT ON, RIGHT HERE.
WHY?
COME ON, NOW.
NONE OF THAT.
SEE, UH, NICE IS
THIS RIGHT? UH, WELL, NO. UH, SEE-
A BOY NAKED?
NO. YOU?
NO, UH-UH.
NO, ALICE.
BECAUSE IT'S NOT NICE
ALL RIGHT? 'CAUSE NOW BOYS
UH:
- BOYS HAVE SOMETHING DIFFERENT THAN GIRLS.
ARE THOSE YOUR CLOTHES OVER THERE? WHAT?
ARE THOSE YOUR CLOTHES, ALICE?
ALICE! GO AHEAD. GO ON. UH-HUH.
OH, MY GOODNESS.
SAMMY!
UH, ANYWAY,
AND IT'S A BOOK.
THE ONE YOU LIKE.
OOH! BOOK?
UH-HUH.
OOH.
OOH.
OH.
OH, MY GOODNESS.
THIS ISN'T RIGHT.
SAMMY.
SAMMY.
[ Grunting ]
DAMN. YOU BETTER NOT MESS THIS
TRUCK UP ANY MORE THAN IT IS, BOY.
FIXIN' NO TRUCK.
DADDY! SAMMY. ELLIE, HONEY, GO
ON IN. LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM.
LATELY. NO, HE'S NOT.
JACK, ELLIE'S BEEN ASKIN' ABOUT HER
MAMA'S LOCKET THAT WAS PROMISED TO HER.
YOU KNOW IT'S THE FIRST INTEREST SHE'S EVER
EXPRESSED IN ANYTHING GIRLISH OR FEMININE.
BEEN POWERFUL HARD ON HIM, JACK.
SAMMY, YOU SHOULDN'T BE
WORKIN' SO HARD.
WELL, I'M ALL RIGHT.
HEARD FROM HAWKINS COLLEGE YET? UH-UH.
PRETTY SOON NOW?
WELL, MAYBE I
DON'T NEED COLLEGE.
SAMMY!
WHAT'S TROUBLIN' THAT BOY?
I DON'T KNOW. CHANGED ALL OF A
SUDDEN. HE AIN'T NO FUN NO MORE.
WHAT'D DADDY SAY?
HERE. THANK YOU, DADDY!
I DON'T KNOW.
HERE. I'LL DO IT.
I'M GONNA WEAR IT REAL CLOSE TO MY
HEART. THAT WAY I'LL REMEMBER MAMA MORE.
I WILL.
YOUR MAMA DID.
THANKS, DADDY. YOU DON' KNOW HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME.
I LOVE YOU, DADDY.
SOMETIME NEXT WEEK, MRS. ARROWOOD.
MMM. THANK YOU. DOC, I COME
WELL, WHERE'D YOU GET THAT KIND OF
MONEY? THAT OUGHTA BE ENOUGH, AIN'T IT?
YEAH, MAYBE.
SOMEBODY.
COULD YOU REALLY?
THAT LOOKS MIGHTY OLD.
YOU SURE IT'S NOT AN HEIRLOOM?
NO. IT'S JUST A LOCKE AND CHAIN, DOC. THANKS.
[ Chuckles ]
MMM.
SAMMY.
PLEASE COME.
[ Ellie ] SO WHY IS IT THAT YOU
CAN'T GO WITH ME TO SEE ALICE TODAY?
I JUST CAN'T.
NOW QUIT ASKING.
BUT, I MEAN, SAMMY,
IT'S BEEN OVER A WEEK,
BESIDES, SAMMY, I THOUGH WE'S DOIN' THIS TOGETHER.
NAH, I CAN'T SEE HER.
ALL RIGHT?
I DON'T KNOW.
SHE WASN'T WEARIN' NO CLOTHES.
WHAT?
SAMUEL PERKINS,
WELL, I DON'T KNOW.
I JUST LOOKED IN THOSE EYES...
AND THAT SMILE.
I NEVER SEEN A PRETTIER SMILE.
JUST, UH, SWEET.
[ Sighs ]
AND IT WAS, UH-
- LIKE YOU WAS AN ANIMAL. IS THAT WHAT YOU MEAN?
- NO. THAT'S NOT RIGHT.
YOU JUST WOULDN'T NEVER
YOU KNOW, I THOUGHT MAYBE
BUT YOU DIDN'T NEVER ADMIT IT 'CAUSE YOU WAS
TOO ASHAMED OF HER BEIN' SO DIFFERENT AND ALL.
WELL, ELLIE, I'M A LITTLE
MIXED UP, ALL RIGHT?
WHEN I'M WITH ALICE,
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