Voila! Finally, the Grapes Of Wrath
script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the Henry Fonda movie
based on the John Steinbeck novel
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transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of Grapes Of Wrath. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and I'll be eternally
tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to
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hurt my feelings. Honest.
- When'll you be back, Roy?
- Oh, in a couple of weeks.
Don't do nothing
you wouldn't want me to hear about.
- Well, so long.
- So long.
How about a lift, mister?
- Can't you see that sticker?
- Sure, I see it.
But a good guy don't pay no attention to
what some heel makes him stick on his truck.
Well, scrunch down on the running board
till we get around the bend.
- Going far?
- No, just a couple of miles.
I'd have walked her
if my dogs wasn't pooped out.
- Looking for ajob?
- No. My old man's got a place.
acres. He's a sharecropper,
but we've been there a long while.
Oh.
- Been doing ajob?
- Yeah.
I seen your hands.
You been swinging a pick or a sledge.
That's what makes them shiny.
I notice things like that all the time.
Got a trade?
- Why don't you get at it, buddy?
- Get at what?
You know. You been goin' over me since
I got in. Why don't you ask where I've been?
I don't stick my nose in nobody's business.
I stay in my own yard.
That big nose of yours been goin' over me
like a sheep in a vegetable patch.
I ain't keepin' it secret. I've been
in the penitentiary. Been there four years.
- Anything else?
- You ain't gotta get sore.
- Ask me anything.
- I didn't mean nothing.
Me neither. I'm just trying to get along
without shovin' anybody, that's all.
See that road ahead? That's where I get out.
You're about to bust a gut to know what I
done, ain't you? I ain't a guy to let you down.
Homicide.
# Hmm, He's my saviour
# Hmm, my saviour
# Hmm, my saviour now
- Howdy, friend.
- Howdy.
Say...
Ain't you young Tom Joad, old Tom's boy?
Yeah. I'm on my way home now.
Well, I do declare.
I baptised you, son.
Ain't you the preacher?
Used to be.
Not no more.
I lost the call.
But, boy, I sure used to have it.
I used to get an irrigation ditch
so full of repented sinners
I'd pretty near drown half of 'em.
But not no more.
I lost the spirit.
I got nothing to preach about
no more, that's all.
I ain't so sure of things.
I remember you preaching a sermon
walking around on your hands,
shoutin' your head off.
Yeah, I remember.
Went pretty good that way.
But that was nothin'.
I preached a whole sermon once
straddling the ridge pole of a barn.
Like this.
- Did you see that one?
- No.
You didn't?
Oh.
Well, it's all gone anyway.
You should have got yourself a wife.
Why, at my meetings, I used to get the giris
a- glory-shoutin' till they about passed out.
Then I'd go to comfort 'em.
I'd always end up by loving 'em.
I'd feel bad and pray and pray,
but it didn't do no good.
Next time do it again.
I figured I just wasn't worth saving.
Pa always says you was never
cut out for no preacher.
I never let one get by me if I could catch her.
Have a snort?
But you wasn't a preacher.
A girl was just a girl to you.
To me they's holy vessels.
I was saving their souls.
I asked myself,
what is this here called holy spirit?
Maybe that's love.
Why, I love everybody so much
I'm fit to burst sometimes.
So... maybe there ain't no sin
and there ain't no virtue.
It's just what people does.
Some things folks do is nice
and some ain't so nice.
And that's all any man's got a right to say.
Of course, I'll say a grace
if somebody sets out the food.
But my heart ain't in it.
- Nice drinkin' liquor.
- Ought to be. It's factory liquor. Cost a buck.
- You been out travelling around?
- Ain't you heard? It's been in the papers.
- No, I never. What?
- I've been in the penitentiary for four years.
Excuse me for asking.
I don't mind no more.
I'd do what I done again.
Killed a guy in a dance hall.
We was drunk. He got a knife in me
and I laid him out with a shovel.
- Knocked his head plumb to squash.
- You ain't ashamed?
No. He had a knife in me.
That's why they only gave me seven years.
I got out in four. Parole.
- Ain't seen your folks since?
- No, but I aim to before sundown.
And I'm gettin' excited about it too.
- Which way are you goin'?
- Oh, it don't matter.
Ever since I lost the spirit, looks like
I'd just as soon go one way as the other.
I'll go your way.
Maybe Ma will have pork for supper.
I ain't had pork but four times in four years.
Every Christmas.
I'll be glad to see your pa.
Last time I seen him was at a baptising.
He had one of the biggest doses
of the holy spirit I ever seen.
Got to jumping over bushes.
Howlin' like a dog-wolf at moon-time.
Finally, he picks himself out
a bush big as a piano
and he lets out a squawk
and takes a run at that bush.
Well, he cleared her.
But he bust his leg snap in two doing it.
There was a travelling dentist and he set
her and I gave her a praying over, but...
there wasn't no more holy spirit
left in your pa after that.
- Listen. That wind's fixing to do something.
- Sure it is.
Always is this time of year.
Ma?
Pa?
Ma?
Ain't nobody here.
- Something's happened.
- You got a match?
They're all gone or dead.
- They never wrote you nothing?
- No. They wasn't people to write.
It's Ma's. She had 'em for years.
Used to be mine.
I gave it to Grandpa when I went away.
You reckon they're dead?
I never heard nothing about it.
Tommy?
Muley.
- Where's my folks, Muley?
- Why, they gone.
I know they're gone,
but where are they gone?
It's Muley Graves.
You remember the preacher, don't you?
- I ain't no preacher any more.
- All right. You remember the man?
- Glad to see you again.
- Now, where are my folks?
They gone. They gone to your Uncle John's.
The whole crowd of 'em. Two weeks ago.
But they can't stay there,
cos John's got his notice to get off.
What happened?
How come they gotta get off?
We lived here years, same place.
Everybody's gotta get off.
Everybody's leaving. Going out to California.
Your folks, my folks, everybody's folks.
Everybody except me. I ain't getting off!
- Who done it?
- Listen.
That's some of what done it.
The dusters. They started it, anyways.
Blowin' like this year after year.
Blowin' the land away.
Blowin' the crops away!
Blowin' us away now.
Are you crazy?
Some say I am.
You wanna hear how it happened?
That's what I'm asking you, ain't it?
Well... the way it happens,
the way it happened to me...
A man come one day...
After what them dusters done to the land,
the tenant system don't work no more.
They don't break even,
much less show profit.
One man and a tractor
can handle or of these places.
You just pay him a wage
and take all the crop.
Yeah, but we couldn't do
on any less than what our share is now.
The children ain't getting enough
to eat as it is. And they're so ragged,
we'd be ashamed if everybody else's
children wasn't the same.
I can't help that. I got my orders.
They told me to tell you to get off.
- That's what I'm tellin' you.
- You mean get off my own land?
- Don't go to blaming me. It ain't my fault.
- Whose fault is it?
You know who owns the land.
Shawnee Land and Cattle Company.
- Who's Shawnee Land and Cattle Company?
- Nobody. It's a company.
They got a president. They got
somebody who knows what a shotgun's for!
Oh, son, it ain't his fault
because the bank tells him what to do.
- All right. Where's the bank?
- Tulsa. What's the use of picking on him?
He ain't nothing but the manager. He's half
crazy trying to keep up with his orders.
- Then who do we shoot?
- Brother, I don't know.
If I did, I'd tell you.
I just don't know who's to blame.
I'm right here to tell you, mister: There ain't
nobody gonna push me off my land!
My grandpa took up this land years ago!
My pa was born here. We was all born on it!
And some of us was killed on it!
And some of us... died on it.
That's what makes it our'n.
Being born on it,
and workin' on it...
and dying... dying on it!
And not no piece of paper with writing on it...
Well, what happened?
They come. They come and pushed me off.
- They come with the cats.
- The what?
The cats, the caterpillar tractors.
And for every one of 'em, there was ten,
families thrown right out of their homes.
folks. And no place to live
but on the road.
The Rances, the Peterses,
the Perrys, the Joadses...
One right after the other, they got thrown out.
Half the folks you and me know
thrown right out into the road.
The one that got me come about a month ago.
Go on back!
Go on back! I'm warning you! Go on back!
You come any closer
and I'm gonna blow you right out of that cat!
I told you!
- You're Joe Davis' boy.
- I don't like for nobody to draw a bead on me.
Then what are you doing this for?
Against your own people.
Three dollars a day,
that's what I'm doing it for.
I got two little kids at home. My wife.
My wife's mother. Them folks gotta eat.
First and only, I think about my folks.
What happens to others is their own lookout.
Yeah, but you don't understand, son.
This is my land!
Used to be. It's the company's now.
Have it your own way, son. Butjust as sure
as you touch my house with that cat,
I'm gonna blow you plumb to kingdom come!
You ain't gonna blow nobody nowhere!
First place, they'd hang you and you know it.
It wouldn't be two days before
they'd send a guy to take my place.
Now go on! Get outta the way!
What was the use? He was right.
There wasn't a thing in the worid
I could do about it.
It's just... it don't seem possible
just getting throwed off like that.
The rest of my family set out for the West.
There wasn't nothing to eat, but... I couldn't
leave. Something just wouldn't let me.
So now I just wander around
and sleep wherever I am.
I used to tell myself
that I was looking out for things
so that when the folks come back,
everything would be all right.
But I knowed it wasn't true.
There ain't nothin' to look out for.
And there ain't nobody ever coming back.
They're gone!
And me...
I'm just an old graveyard ghost.
That's all in the worid I am.
Do you think I'm touched?
No.
You're Ionely, but...
you ain't touched.
Well, it don't matter. If I'm touched,
I'm touched and that's all there is to it.
The thing I don't understand
is my folks taking it. Like Ma.
I seen her nearly beat
a pedlar to death with a live chicken.
She aimed to go with an axe in the other
hand, got mixed up, forgot which was which.
When she got through with that pedlar,
all she had left was two chicken legs.
Just a...
Just a plain old graveyard ghost.
That's all.
She's settling.
What do you figure on doing?
It's hard to say.
Stay here till morning,
go to Uncle John's, I reckon.
After that, I don't know.
Listen.
That's them. Them lights.
Come on. Come on. We gotta hide out.
Hide out for what? We ain't doing nothing.
You're trespassing. This ain't your land no
more! That's the superintendent with a gun.
- Come on!
- Come on, Tom. You're on parole.
Muley!
All you gotta do is hide and watch.
- Won't they come out here?
I don't think so.
- One came out once and I clipped him...
- Shh!
...from behind with a fence stake.
They ain't bothered since.
He ain't here.
Anybody ever told me
I'd be hiding out in my own place...
Lord, make us grateful for what
we are about to receive, for His sake. Amen.
I seen you. You ate during grace.
Just one little dab.
Just one teeny little old dab. That's all.
- Ain't he messy though.
- I seen him. Gobbling away like an old pig.
Why don't you keep
your eyes shut during grace?
What's it say again, Uncle John?
It says, "Plenty of work in California.
pickers wanted."
Wait till I get to California. I'm gonna reach up
and pick me an orange whenever I want it.
Or some grapes. Now-now-now, there's
something I ain't never had enough of.
I'm gonna get me
a whole big bunch of grapes off a bush
and I'm gonna squash 'em all over my face
and let the juice drain down off of my chin.
Praise the Lord for victory!
Maybe I'll get me
a whole washtub full of grapes
and just sit in 'em and scrounge
around in 'em until they're all gone.
I sure would like that.
Yes, sir, I sure would like that.
Oh, thank God. Thank God.
Tommy.
Ma.
- You didn't bust out? You ain't gotta hide?
- No, Ma. I'm paroled. I got my papers.
Oh.
I was just scared we was going away without
you and we'd never see each other again.
I'd have found you, Ma.
Muley told me what happened.
We going to California true?
We've gotta go, Tommy,
but it's gonna be all right.
I seen the handbills about how much
work there is, and high wages too.
There's something I gotta find out first,
Tommy. Did they hurt you, son?
- Did they hurt you and make you mean mad?
- Mad, Ma?
- Sometimes they do.
- No, Ma. I was at first, but not no more.
Sometimes they do something to you.
They hurt you and you get mad
and then you get mean.
And they hurt you again
and you get meaner and meaner,
till you ain't no boy nor man any more,
just a walking chunk of mean mad.
- Did they hurt you that way, son?
- No, Ma. Don't worry about that.
Well, I...
I don't want no mean son.
It's Tommy. It's Tommy back.
What did you do, son? Bust out?
Tommy's out ofjail!
I... I knowed it! You couldn't keep him in.
You can't keep a Joad in jail.
I knowed it from the first.
Get out of my way! I told you so. I told you
Tom would come bustin' out of thatjail
just like a bull through corral fence.
You can't keep a Joad in jail.
- I didn't bust out. They paroled me.
- I was that way myself.
- How are you, Uncle John?
- Hello, Tommy. I'm feeling fine.
- How are you, Noah?
- Fine, Tommy. Bust out?
No, parole.
- Hello.
- Tommy.
The jailbird's back! The jailbird's back!
- Hiya, Al.
- Hello, Tom.
- Did you bust out ofjail?
- No, they paroled me.
Rosasharn.
Busted out.
That's Connie Rivers with her.
They're married now.
She's due now about three, four months.
She wasn't any more
than a kid when I went up.
- Hiya, Rosasharn.
- How are you, Tom?
This is Connie, my husband.
- Did you...
- No, parole.
Well, if this don't beat all.
I see I'm going to be an uncle soon.
Oh, you do not see.
- Look at her blush. Look at her blush.
- Look at her blushing.
Hey, Joad! John Joad.
- You ain't forgot, have you?
- We ain't forgot.
- We'll be coming through here tomorrow.
- I know.
We be out. We be out by sun-up.
- How did you get all this money?
- Sold things. Chopped cotton. Even Grandpa.
Got us about $ all told.
Shucked out for this here truck.
Still got nearly to set out on. I figure
we ought to be able to make her on that.
Easy. After all,
they ain't but about of us, is they?
She'll probably ride like a bull calf,
but she'll ride.
I reckon we better begin rousting them out
if we aim to get out by daylight.
How about it, John? How you boys coming?
Ma.
I'm ready.
Rosasharn, honey. Wake up the children.
We're fixing to leave.
Ruthie. Winfield. Jump up now.
- Where's Grandpa? Al, go get him.
- I'm gonna get up front. Somebody help me.
Wait.
- Kids, you climb up on top first.
- We're going to California!
Al's gonna drive, Ma. Sit with him
and Grandma and we'll swap later.
Connie. Help Rosasharn
up there alongside the kids.
- Where's Grandpa?
- Grandpa!
Where he always is, probably.
Oh.
Grandpa! Grandpa!
Save him a place. John, you and Noah
climb up and find a place.
Got to kind of keep her even all around.
- Think it'll hold?
- If it does, it'll be a miracle out of Scripture.
Ma. Pa.
Let go of me, goldurn you! Dang you!
Please. There's something
the matter with him.
- Why don't you stand still!
- There's something wrong with him.
- You let me alone, that's all.
- That's all what?
What's the matter, Grandpa?
What's the matter?
There's nothing the matter. I just...
- I just ain't going, that's all.
- What do you mean? We gotta go.
We got no place to stay.
I ain't talking about you. I'm talking about me.
I give her a good going over
all last night and I'm staying.
But you can't do that, Grandpa.
This here land's going under the tractor.
- We all got to get out.
- All except me and I'm staying.
- What about Grandma?
- Take her with you!
Who'd cook for you, Grandpa?
How are you gonna live?
Muley's living, ain't he?
And I'm twice the man that Muley is.
Now, listen to me, Grandpa.
Listen to me just a minute.
And I ain't listening either.
I told you what I was gonna do
and I don't give a hoot and a holler
if there's oranges and grapes
crowding a fella out of bed.
I ain't going to California.
Goldurn! This is my country
and I belong here.
Yes, sir.
It's my dirt.
It's no good, but it's...
it's mine, all mine.
Either we got to tie him up and throw him
in the truck, or something. He can't stay here.
No, can't tie him. Either we'll hurt him,
or he'll get so mad, he'll hurt himself.
- Reckon we could get him drunk?
- Ain't no whiskey, is there?
Now, wait. There's a half a bottle
of soothing syrup here.
Here. Used to put the children to sleep.
- Don't taste bad.
- There's coffee left. We can fix him a cup.
- That's right, douse some in it.
- Better give him a good dose.
He's mighty muleheaded.
If Muley...
If Muley can scramble along, I...
I guess I can.
I smell spareribs.
Somebody's been eating spareribs.
How come I ain't got none?
Well, I got some saved for you, Grandpa.
Got some warming now.
But here's a cup of coffee for you first.
Get me a mess of spareribs.
I want a great big mess of spareribs.
- I'm... I'm hungry.
- Why, sure you're hungry.
I... sure do like spareribs.
- Get up there, Noah.
- Put his feet in there first, Tom.
Easy, now. Easy!
Better throw something over him
so he won't get sunstruck.
Everything all set now?
All right, let her go, Al.
Get aboard, Ma.
- Well, goodbye and good luck.
- Hold her, Al.
Ain't you goin' with us?
I'd like to.
There's something going on out there in the
West and I'd like to try and learn what it is.
If you feel you've got the room.
Plenty of room. Get on.
- Let her go, Al!
- California, here we come!
Ain't you gonna look back, Ma?
Give the old place a last look?
We're going to California, ain't we?
All right then, let's go to California.
That don't sound like you.
You never was like that before.
I never had my house pushed over before.
Never had my family stuck out on the road.
Never had to lose everything I had in life.
- It's gonna be all right, Grandpa.
- I ain't going.
I ain't going. I ain't going.
I ain't going.
It's all right, Grandpa.
You're just tired, that's all.
That's it.
Just tired.
Just...
tired.
"This here is William James Joad.
Died of a stroke, old, old man."
"His folks buried him because
they got no money to pay for funeral... s."
"Nobody killed him.
Just a stroke and he died."
I figure best we leave
something like this on him,
'lest somebody digs him up
and makes out he was killed.
Looks like a lot of times the government's got
more interest in a dead man than a live one.
Not be so Ionesome,
knowing his name's there with him.
Notjust an old fella Ionesome underground.
Would you say a few words, Casy?
I ain't a preacher no more, you know.
We know, but ain't none of our folks
ever been buried without a few words.
I'll say 'em, make it short.
This here old man just...
lived a life and just died out of it.
I don't know whether he was good or bad.
It don't matter much.
Heard a fella say a poem once.
And he says, "All that lives is holy."
Well, I wouldn't pray
just for an old man that's dead,
cos he's all right.
If I was to pray, I'd pray for folks that's
alive and don't know which way to turn.
Grandpa here...
he ain't got no more trouble like that.
He's got his job all cut out for him,
so cover him up and let him get to it.
# I'm going down the road feeling bad
# I'm going down the road feeling bad
# I'm going down the road feeling bad,
oh lordy
# I ain't going to be treated this way
# They fed me on corn bread and beans
# They fed me on corn bread and beans
Gosh, Connie sure sings pretty, don't he?
# Oh lordy
# I ain't going to be treated this way
- That's my son-in-law.
- Sings real nice. What state you all from?
Oklahoma. Had us a farm there,
sharecropping.
We're from Arkansas.
Had me a store there.
Kind of a general notions store.
When the farms went, the stores went too.
I had as nice a little store as you ever saw.
I sure did hate to give it up.
Well, you can't tell.
I figure when we get out there
and get work,
maybe get us a piece of growing land
near water, it might not be so bad at that.
That's right. Paying good wages, I hear.
- We can all get work.
- Can't be no worse than home.
You all must have a pot of money.
No, we ain't got no money, but there's
plenty of us to work and we're all good men.
Get good wages out there and put it
all together and we'll be all right.
Good wages, eh?
Picking oranges and peaches?
- Well, we aim to take whatever they got.
- What's so funny about that?
What's so funny about it?
I've just been out there.
I've been and seen it.
I'm going back and starve
because I'd rather starve all over at once.
What do you think you're talking about? I got
a handbill says they're paying good wages.
I seen in the papers they need pickers.
All right, go on. Nobody's stopping you.
- Yeah, but what about this?
- I ain't gonna rile you. Go on.
Wait a minute, buddy. You just done
some jackassin'. You can't shut up now.
It says they need pickers. You laugh
and say they don't. Which one's the liar?
- How many of you all got them handbills?
- I got one.
- I got one.
- We all got one.
- What does that prove?
- There you are. Same yellow handbill.
pickers wanted.
All right, the man wants men.
So he prints handbills
and maybe people see 'em.
And maybe two or people start west
on account of that handbill.
Two or people that are crazy with worry
heading out for jobs.
Now, does that make sense?
Say, what are you, a troublemaker?
You sure you ain't one of them labour fakes?
I... I swear I ain't, mister.
Don't you go around here
trying to stir up any trouble.
I tried to tell you folks
what it took me a year to find out.
Took two kids dead. Took my wife dead to
show me. But nobody could tell me neither.
I can't tell you about them little fellows laying
in the tent with their bellies swelled out
and just skin over their bones.
Shivering and whining like pups.
And me running around looking for work.
Not for money. Not for wages.
Just for a cup of flour and a spoon of lard.
Then the coroner come.
"Them children died of heart failure," he said.
He put it down in his paper.
Heart failure?
And their little bellies
stuck out like a pig bladder.
Well, it's late. I got to get some sleep.
Well...
Good night, folks.
Suppose he's telling the truth, that fella?
He's telling the truth.
The truth for him.
He wasn't making it up.
Was it the truth for us?
I don't know.
I got to get out, I tell you.
I gotta get out now.
- You folks aim to buy anything?
- We want some gas, mister.
- Got any money?
- What do you think? We're begging?
- I just asked, that's all.
- Well, ask right. You ain't talking to bums.
All in the worid I done was ask.
- What kind of pie you got?
- Banana, pineapple, chocolate and apple.
Cut me a hunk of that banana cream
and a cup ofjava.
- Make it two.
- Two it is.
Seen any good etchings lately, Bill?
Well, this one ain't bad. A little kid
comes late for school and the teacher says...
Cheese it.
Could you see your way clear
to sell us a loaf of bread, ma'am?
This ain't a grocery store.
We got bread to make sandwiches.
I know, ma'am. Only, it's for an old lady.
No teeth. Got to soften it with water
so she can chew it, and she's hungry.
Why don't you buy a sandwich?
We got nice ones.
Well, I sure would like to do that, ma'am.
But the fact is, we ain't got but a dime for it.
It's all figured out - I mean for the trip.
You can't buy no loaf of bread for a dime.
We only got -cent loaves.
- Give him the bread.
- We'll run out before the bread truck comes!
All right, then we run out!
This here's a -cent loaf.
Well, would you... could you see your way
to cutting off ten cents worth?
- Give him the loaf.
- No, sir. We wanna buy ten cents worth.
Go on, it's yesterday's bread.
Go ahead. Bert says to take it.
Well, it may sound funny, being so tight,
but we got miles to go
and we don't know if we'll make it.
Is them penny candies, ma'am?
- Which ones?
- There, them stripy ones.
Oh, them.
Well... no.
- Them's two for a penny.
- Give us two then, ma'am.
Go on, take 'em, take 'em.
Thank you, ma'am.
- Them ain't two-for-a-cent candy.
- What's it to you?
- Them's a-nickel-apiece candy.
- We better get going. We're dropping time.
- So long.
- Wait a minute, you got change coming.
What's it to you?
Bert.
Look.
Truck drivers.
- Where you going?
- California.
- How long you plan to be in Arizona?
- No longer than to get across.
- Got any plants?
- No, no plants.
- OK, go ahead, but keep moving.
- We aim to.
Well, there she is, folks.
The land of milk and honey.
California.
Well, if that's what we came out here for...
Connie, maybe it's nice on the other side.
Them picture postcards, they was real pretty.
There, Grandma. There's California.
Let's get going.
She don't look so tough to me, eh, John?
Well, I don't know.
- Hold on!
- Ain't too cold, is she, Tom?
- No, it's fine when you get in, Pa.
Come on, John. Let's give her a whirl.
This is supposed to be good for you, John.
- Come on, Pa, before she floats away.
- Here we come.
- You people got a lot of nerve.
- What do you mean?
- Crossing the desert in ajalopy like this.
- You been across?
Sure, plenty.
But never in no wreck like that.
If we break down,
maybe somebody'd give us a hand.
Well, maybe, but I'd hate to be doing it.
Takes more nerve than I got.
Don't take no nerve to do something, ain't
nothing else you can do. Hope she holds.
Grandpa.
I want Grandpa.
I want... Grandpa.
Don't you fret now.
There.
Don't you fret now, Grandma.
- Everybody set back there?
- Yeah.
Here we go.
Thank you very much.
- Holy Moses, what a hard-Iooking outfit.
- All them Okies is hard-Iooking.
Boy, but I'd hate to hit that desert
in ajalopy like that.
You and me got sense.
Them Okies got no sense and no feeling.
They ain't human.
No human being would live the way they do.
A human being couldn't stand
to be so miserable.
Just don't know any better, I guess.
What a place.
How would you like to walk across it?
People done it. If they could, we could.
Lots must have died, too.
Well, we ain't out of it yet.
- This here's the desert. We're right in it.
- I wish it was day.
Tom said if it was day,
it'd cut the gizzard right out of you.
I seen a picture once
and there was bones everywhere.
- Man bones?
- Some, I guess. But mostly cow bones.
I sure would like to see
some of them man bones.
Grandpa. I want Grandpa.
Yes. Now everything's going to be all right.
We got to get across, Grandma.
The family's got to get across.
There.
Seems like we wasn't never doing
nothing but moving. I'm tired.
Women's always tired.
You ain't... you ain't sorry, are you, honey?
No, but...
But you seen that advertisement
in the Spicy Western Story magazine.
Don't pay nothing. Just send them
the coupon and you're a radio expert.
Nice clean work.
But we can still do it, honey.
I ought to done it then,
not come on any trip like this.
- What's this here?
- Agricultural inspection.
We gotta go over your stuff.
Got any vegetables or seed?
No.
We gotta look over your stuff.
You gotta unload.
Unload? Holy Moses.
You'll have to get out
while we unload for inspection.
We got a sick old lady. We got to get her to a
doctor. We can't wait. You can't make us wait.
Yeah? Well, we gotta look you over.
Well, I swear we ain't got anything. I swear it.
Grandma's awful sick.
Look.
You wasn't fooling.
- You swear you got no fruit or vegetables?
- No, I swear it.
Go ahead. Get a doctor at Barstow.
That's just eight miles.
But don't stop or get off. Understand?
- OK, Cap. Much obliged.
- Thanks.
Ma! Grandma! Look!
There she is. There she is.
I never knowed there was anything like her.
- Will you look at her.
- Look yonder, John.
Look how purdy and green it is, Winfield.
- Wonder if them's orange trees, John?
- Look like orange trees to me.
- They sure are pretty, whatever they are.
- Indeed.
Look at them haystacks. I bet we sure could
have fun playing over there.
Pretty, ain't it? Mighty pretty. Tom.
Where's Ma? I want Ma to see this.
Look, Ma. Come here, Ma.
Come on. Come on.
- You sick, Ma?
- You say we got across?
Look.
Oh, thank God.
And we're still together. Most of us.
Didn't you sleep none?
- Was Grandma bad?
- Grandma's dead.
When?
- Since before they stopped us last night.
- That's why you didn't want them to look?
I was afraid they'd stop us
and we wouldn't get across.
I told Grandma.
I told her when she was dying.
I told her the family had to get across.
I told her we couldn't take no chance
on being stopped.
So it's all right.
She'll get buried where it's nice and green,
trees and flowers all around.
She got to lay her head down
in California after all.
Whoa.
How far you figure
you going to get that way, pushing?
Right here. We run out of gas.
Where's the best place to get work
around here? Don't matter what kind either.
If I've seen one of them things,
I've seen of 'em.
- Why? Ain't it no good?
- Not here. Not now.
There was some picking around here
about a month ago, but it's all moved south.
- What part of Oklahoma you from, anyhow?
- Sallisaw.
Sallisaw? I come out from Cherokee County
myself about two years ago.
- Cherokee County! Gee!
- Oh, boy!
- Connie's folks are from Cherokee County.
- You don't say!
All right, all right. Let's don't go into it.
What I gotta tell you is this: Don't try to park
in town tonight. Just go on out to that camp.
If I catch you in town after dark
I gotta lock you up.
- But what are we gonna do?
- Well, pop, thatjust ain't up to me.
I don't mind telling you the guy they ought to
lock up is the guy that sent them things out.
How many, folks?
One.
Sure don't look none too prosperous.
- Wanna go somewhere else?
- On a gallon of gas?
Let's set up the tent
and maybe I can fix some stew.
I could break up some brush
if you want me, ma'am.
- You wanna be asked to eat, don't you?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Didn't you have no breakfast?
- No, ma'am. They ain't no work hereabouts.
Pa's been trying to sell some stuff
to get gas, so as we can get along.
Didn't none of these have no breakfast?
I did. Me and my brother did.
We ate good.
- Well, you ain't hungry then, are you?
- We ate good.
I'm glad some of you ain't hungry.
There won't be enough to go all around.
Aw, he was braggin'. Know what he done?
Last night, come out
and say they got chicken to eat.
Well, I looked in whilst they was eating and
it was fried dough, just like everybody else.
Ma? How about it?
Well, I don't know what to do.
I've got to feed the family...
What am I gonna do about all these here?
Give this to Ruthie.
There you are, John.
Here, Tom. You take it. I ain't hungry.
- What do you mean? You ain't ate today.
- I know, but I got a stomachache.
I ain't hungry.
- Take that plate in the tent and you eat it.
- It wouldn't be no use. I'd still see them.
You get! Go on now. Get!
You ain't doing no good.
There ain't enough for you anyway.
Go on... now.
You can't send them away.
Here. Take your plates and go inside.
Now look, all you little fellas.
You each go and get you a nice flat stick
and I'll put what's left for you. Huh?
Now get.
I don't know whether I'm doing right or not.
Get inside! Get inside, everybody,
and stay inside!
Lady's gonna feed us. Get yourself a tin can.
- Come on. Give me some.
- You're taking too much.
You men wanna work?
Sure we wanna work. Where's it at?
Tovaris County. Fruit's opening up.
Need a lot of fruit pickers.
- You doing the hiring?
- Well, I'm contracting the land.
- What you paying?
- Well, can't tell exactly yet. cents, I guess.
Why can't you tell?
You took the contract, didn't you?
That's true, but it's keyed to the price.
Might be a little more, might be a little less.
All right, mister. I'll go.
Just show us your licence to contract.
Then you make out an order.
Where, when and how much you're
gonna pay. You sign it and we'll go.
Now listen, smart guy.
I'll run my business my own way.
I got work. If you want to take it, OK.
If not, just sit here, that's all.
Twice now I've fell for that line.
Maybe he needs men. So he gets
there and he'll pay cents an hour.
You guys will have to take it
because you'll be hungry.
If he wants to hire, let him write it out
and say what he's gonna pay.
Ask to see his licence. He ain't allowed
to contract men without a licence.
Hey, Joe.
Agitator.
- Ever see this guy before?
- Seems like I have.
Seems like I seen him hanging around
a used-car lot that was busted into.
Yep, that's the fella. Get in this car.
- You got nothing on him.
- Open your trap again and you'll go too.
You don't wanna listen to troublemakers. You
better all pack and come to Tovaris County.
Come on, you.
Give me that gun. Now get out of here.
Go down to the willows and wait.
- I ain't gonna run.
- Why, the sheriff, he seen you, Tom.
You wanna get fingerprinted?
You wanna be sent back for breaking parole?
I guess you're right.
Hide in the willows. If it's all right for you
to come back, I'll give you four high whistles.
- What's going on here?
- This man of yours, he got tough so I hit him.
Then he started shooting.
Hit that woman there, so I hit him again.
What did you do in the first place?
I talked back.
Is this the fella that hit you?
- Don't look like him.
- Oh, it was me all right.
You just got smart with the wrong fella.
Get in that car.
- This lady's bleeding to death.
- Boy, what a mess them. s make.
Better get the doc.
Al.
- You can come in now.
- We gotta get out of here.
Guy in the willows was telling me them pool
room fellas figure on burning the camp out.
We gotta get the truck loaded. Ma.
Pa.
- What are you doing with the jack handle?
- Oh, she just got sassy, that's all.
Fight it out later.
We got to hustle. Where's Connie?
Well, Tom, he's gone. He lit out this evening.
Said he didn't know it was gonna be like this.
- Glad to get shot of him. Never was no good.
- Pa! Shh!
How come I got to shh?
Run out on us, didn't he?
Cut it out, Pa. Help Al with the truck.
Some of the fellas in town,
they gonna burn out the camp tonight.
Aw, don't fret, honey. You'll be all right.
Tom, I just don't feel like nothing at all.
Without him, I just don't want to live.
He'll be back. We'll leave word for him.
Just don't you worry.
Get on. Ma, you and Rosasharn climb up.
Ma.
Maybe... maybe Connie gone
to get some books to study up with.
He going to be a radio expert, you know.
Maybe he figured to surprise us.
Maybe that's just what he done.
Ma, there comes a time
when a man gets mad.
- You promised me...
- I know, Ma. I'm trying to.
If there was a law, maybe we could take it.
But it ain't the law.
They're working on our spirits, trying to make
us cringe and crawl, working on our decency.
- You promised, Tom.
- I know. I'm trying to, Ma. Honest I am.
You gotta keep clear. The family's
breaking up. You gotta keep clear.
What's that? A detour?
- Tom! Tom! Please!
- Tom!
Just where do you think you're going?
Well...
We're strangers here, mister. We heard
there was work in a place called Tovaris.
Yeah? You're heading the wrong way. What's
more, we don't want more Okies in this town.
There ain't enough work here
for them that's already here.
- Which way's it at?
- You turn right around and head north.
And don't you come back
until the cotton's ready. You understand?
Pa. Let's try that other tyre.
- You got another flat tyre, Tom?
- What? Another one?
Pa, get that spare back there?
Ma, will you get the hell off there.
This is gonna be heavy enough.
Tell you, something's got to happen soon.
We're down to our last day of grease
and two days of flour and ten potatoes.
And Rosasharn - we gotta remember
she's gonna be due soon.
- Morning.
- Morning.
- You folks looking for work?
- We're looking even under boards for work.
- Can you pick peaches?
- We can pick anything.
There's plenty of work
about miles up here, this side of Pixley.
You turn east on look for the Keene
ranch. Tell them Spencer sent you.
- Mister, we sure thank you.
- Thank you.
Come on, Ma.
- What is it? A wreck?
- Where do you think you're going?
Fella named Spencer sent us.
Said there was work.
- Oh, you wanna work, huh?
- Sure do.
All right. Just pull up in line there.
- OK for this one. Take 'em through.
- What's the matter? What happened?
Oh, a little trouble up there,
but you'll get through all right.
Go ahead.
What do you think it is? A washout?
I don't know what these cops
have got to do with it, but I don't like it.
These are our own people too.
All of them. I don't like this.
Get going. Stay in line.
Go ahead.
What are you gonna do, scab?
Go on. Hurry up.
Come on, come on, come on.
Go on up there.
Up the street there.
Keep in line, up the street.
Hold it, bud.
- Wanna work?
- Sure, but what is this?
- None of your business. Name?
- Joad.
- How many men?
- Four.
- Women?
- Two.
- Kids?
- Two.
Can you all work?
- Sure, I guess so.
- OK. House .
Wages, five cents a box. No bruised fruit.
Move along. You go to work right away.
Come on, honey.
- Name?
- Joad.
Say, what is all this here?
- Joad. Not here.
- Licence?
Oklahoma EL .
Don't check.
Now, you look here.
We don't want no trouble with you.
Just do your own work and mind
your business and you'll be all right.
Sure do wanna make you
feel at home here all right.
- We going to live here, Ma?
- Why, sure.
This won't be so bad
once we get her washed out.
I liked the tent better.
This has got a floor.
Won't leak when it rains.
Here. This might come in handy.
- Name?
- Still Joad.
- How many?
- Six. You all go on.
Rosasharn and me will unload the truck.
- Any more of them hamburgers, Ma?
- No, there ain't.
- You made a dollar. That's a dollar's worth.
- Dollar's worth? That?
They charge extra at that company store
and there ain't no other place.
Well, I ain't full.
Tomorrow you'll get in a full day's work and a
full day's pay and then we'll all have enough.
You wouldn't thinkjust reaching up
and picking would get you in the back.
Think I'll walk out and find out
what all that fuss outside the gate was.
- Anybody come with me?
- No, I think I'll set awhile, then go to bed.
Think I'll look around
and see if I can't meet me a girl.
- Say, when I was your age, I...
- Pa!
Working on me what all that yelling
was about. Got me all curious.
I'll be back in a little while.
Tom. Now, you be careful.
Don't you go sticking your nose in anything.
OK, Ma. Don't worry.
Where do you think you're going?
Thought I'd take a walk.
- Is there any law against that?
- You can just turn around and walk back.
- You mean I can't even get out of here?
- Not tonight you can't.
Do you want to walk back? Or shall I whistle
up some help and have you taken back?
I'll walk back.
- Evening.
- Who are you?
- Just going past.
- Know anybody around here?
No. Just going past, I tell you.
- Casy!
- Well, if it ain't Tom Joad. Hiya, boy.
- I thought you was in jail.
- No. They just run me out of town.
Come on in. Tom Joad.
- This the fella you been talking about?
- That's him. What are you doing?
Working, picking peaches.
I heard fellas shouting when we come in.
I came to find out what's going on.
- What's it about?
- This here's a strike.
Five cents a box ain't much,
but a fella can eat.
- Five cents? They paying you five cents?
- Sure. We made a buck since midday.
Looky, Tom. We come here to work.
They tell us it's gonna be five cents,
but there's a whole lot of us.
So the man says two and a half cents.
A fella can't even eat on that
and if he's got kids...
So we says we won't take it.
So they drive us off.
Now they're paying you five cents.
If they bust this strike,
you think they'll pay five?
Dunno. Paying five now.
They'll get two and a half cents
just the minute we're gone.
You know what that is.
One ton of peaches,
picked and carried for a dollar.
That way you can't even
buy enough food to keep you alive.
Tell 'em to come out with us, Tom.
Them peaches is ripe.
Two days out and they'll pay us all five.
Maybe seven.
They won't. They're getting five now.
That's all they care about.
But the moment they ain't strike-breaking,
they won't get no five.
Next thing you know you'll be out.
They got it all fixed down to a T.
Soon as the harvest is in you're
a migrant worker. Afterwards, just a bum.
Five they're getting now.
That's all they're interested in.
I know what Pa would say.
He'd say it's none of his business.
That's right.
He'll have to take a beating before he'll know.
Take a beating? We was out of food.
Tonight we had meat -
not much, but we had it.
You think Pa's gonna give up his meat
on account of some other fellas?
Rosasharn needs milk.
You think Ma's gonna starve that baby just
on account of fellas yelling outside a gate?
Tom, you gotta learn like I'm learning.
I don't know what's right yet myself,
but I'm trying to find out.
That's why I can't ever be a preacher again.
Preacher's got to know.
I don't know.
I got to ask.
- I don't like it.
- What's the matter?
I can't tell. Seems as though I hear something
and when I listen there ain't nothing to hear.
- It ain't out of the question, you know.
- We're all a little itchy.
Cops been telling us
how they gonna beat us up and run us out.
Not them regular deputies, but them
tin-seal men. The ones they got for guards.
They figure I'm the leader
cos I talk so much.
Turn out the light. Come outside.
There's something here.
- What is it?
- I don't know. Listen.
- Can't tell whether you hear it or not.
- You hear it, Tom?
I hear it. I think there's some guys
coming this way. A lot of 'em.
- We gotta get outta here.
- Down that way! Under the bridge span.
There he is! The one in the middle.
The skinny one. Chuck! Alec! Get him!
You don't know what you're doing!
You're helping starve kids.
- Aw, shut up, you dirty...
- Casy!
- You've killed him!
- Serves him right too.
Look out!
- Boy, he's dead. He's good and dead.
- Did you see the fella that done it?
I ain't sure, but I caught him across the face,
a trademark he won't get rid of in a hurry.
Ma?
Tom! Tom! Pa, wake up. Al, get the light.
Shh!
Come on.
- Anybody ask anything?
- No, ma'am.
- Well, you stay by that door.
- Yes, ma'am.
Tommy?
How's it feel?
Busted my cheek, but I can still see.
- What did you hear?
- Looks like you've done it.
I thought so. Felt like it.
Folks ain't talking about much else.
They say they got posses out.
Talking about a lynching
when they catch the fella.
They killed Casy first.
That ain't the way they're telling it.
They're saying you done it first.
Do they know...
what the fellow looks like?
They know he got hit in the face.
I'm sorry, Ma.
I didn't know what I was doing
any more than when you take a breath.
I didn't even know I was going to do it.
Oh, it's all right, Tommy.
I wished you didn't do it.
But you done what you had to do.
And I can't read no fault in you.
I'm going away tonight.
I can't go putting this on you.
Tom.
There's a whole lot I don't understand.
But going away ain't going to ease us.
There was a time we was on the land.
There was a boundary to us then.
Old folks died off and little fellas come...
We was always one thing.
We was the family.
Kind of whole and clear.
But now we ain't clear no more.
They ain't nothing that keeps us clear.
Al, he's hankering and gibbeting
to be off on his own.
Uncle John's just dragging around.
Your pa's lost his place.
He ain't the head no more.
We're cracking up, Tom.
There ain't no family now.
And Rosasharn, she's gonna have her baby,
but it won't have no family.
I been trying to keep her going, but...
And Winfield.
What's he gonna be this way?
Growing up wild, and Ruthie too.
Just like animals.
Got nothing to trust.
Don't go, Tom.
Stay and help.
Help me.
OK, Ma. I shouldn't,
I know I shouldn't, but OK.
Ma, here come a lot of people.
How many?
- Ten of us.
House . The number's on the door.
- OK, mister. What you paying?
- Two and a half cents.
Two and a half? Say, mister,
a man can't make his dinner on that.
Take it or leave it. There are men coming
in from the South will be glad to get it.
- But how are we gonna eat?
- Look...
I didn't set the price. If you want it, OK.
If you don't, turn around and beat it.
- Which way to house ?
- Straight up the street.
That Casy.
He might have been a preacher,
but he seen things clear.
He was like a lantern.
He helped me to see things too.
Comes night, we'll get out of here.
Like a lantern.
I'll start the car.
- Yes.
All right, Tom.
Jump up. Jump up.
Just till we get distance.
Then you can come out.
I'd hate to get trapped in here.
Get in, Ma.
Hey! Where you going?
- We're going out.
- What for?
- We got ajob offered. A good job.
Yeah?
Well, let's take a look at you.
- Wasn't there another fella with you?
- You mean that hitchhiker?
- Little short fella with a pale face?
- I guess that's what he looked like.
We just picked him up on the way in.
- He left when the rate dropped.
- What did you say he looked like again?
Short fella. Pale face.
Was he bruised about the face this morning?
I didn't see nothing.
OK, go on.
- Going out for good?
- Yeah. Going north. Got ajob.
OK.
- Done good, Al. You done real good.
- Know where we're going?
It don't matter. We got to go and keep going
till we get plenty of distance away from here.
Ouch! She's hotter than a heifer.
- What's up?
- The fan belt's shot.
Sure picked a nice place for it too, didn't she?
- Got any gas?
- About half a gallon.
Well, Ma, sure looks like
we done her this time.
Lights up ahead.
That might be a camp or something.
Looks like about a mile.
Reckon she'll coast her, Al?
- Got to coast it.
- Well, let's give her a whirl. Huh?
Come on, kids. Get in. John!
Did you hurt yourself, John?
No.
- You hit it too fast.
- What's the idea of that?
Well, you see a lot of children play in here.
You can tell people to drive slow
and they're liable to forget,
but once they hit that hump
they don't forget.
- Got any room here for us?
- You're lucky.
How do you do, ma'am? How are you?
How are you?
Down that line, turn to the left. You'll see it.
You'll be in number four sanitary unit.
- What's that?
- Toilet, showers, washtubs.
We'll have washtubs with running water?
Yes, ma'am.
Camp committee will call on you
in the morning, get you fixed.
- Cops?
- No. No cops.
No, people here elect their own cops.
The ladies' committee'll call on you, ma'am.
Tell you about the children, the schools
and sanitary unit and who takes care of 'em.
Will you come inside and sign up?
Drive her on down, Al. I'll sign up.
Right this way. In here.
Now, I don't want to seem inquisitive,
you understand,
but there's certain information
I have to have. What's your name?
Joad. Tom Joad.
- J-O...
- A-D.
And how many of you?
Eight. Now.
- Uncle John, you don't look so good.
- I ain't so good, but I'm coming.
Come on.
Shove.
Camp site costs a dollar a week.
You can work that out
carrying garbage, keeping
the camp clean, things like that.
We'll work it out.
What's the committee you're talking about?
We have five sanitary units.
Each one elects a central committee man.
They make the laws and what they say goes.
You aiming to tell me the fellas running
the camp are just fellas camping here?
- That's the way it is.
- And you say no cops?
No cop can come in here without a warrant.
I can't hardly believe it.
Camp I was in before, they burnt it out.
Deputies and some of them pool-room fellas.
They don't get in here.
Sometimes the boys patrol the fences.
- Especially on dance nights.
- You got dances too?
We have the best dances in the county,
every Saturday night.
- Who runs this place?
- The government.
- Why ain't there more like it?
- You find out. I can't.
Is there anything like work around here?
I can't promise you that, but there'll be
a licensed agent here later if you want to talk.
That cut you have?
- Crate fell on me.
- You'd better take care of it.
Store manager will give you something for it.
See you later.
Ma's sure going to like it here.
She ain't been treated decent for...
a long while.
See you later.
- Winfield. I got something to show you.
- What's the matter?
It's some white things made out of dish stuff,
like in the catalogues. Come on, I'll show you.
Come on. Ain't nobody going to say anything.
There's where you wash your hands.
- What's these?
- I reckon you stand in them little rooms.
And water comes down out of that little jigger
up there. You take a bath.
- Oh, look. Just like in the catalogues.
- Hey! Don't you go a-monkeyin'!
Now you done it! You busted it!
All I done was pull that string.
- Hiya, Mr Thomas.
- Morning.
Morning.
Nice job.
Listen here. Maybe I'm going to talk myself
out of my farm, but I like you fellas.
You're good workers. So I'm going to tell you.
- You live over in the government camp?
- Yes, sir.
- You have dances there every Saturday night.
- We sure do.
- Well, look out next Saturday night.
- What's the matter?
I'm head to the central committee.
I got to know.
Well, don't tell I told you.
Listen.
"Citizens angered at red agitators
burning other squatters' camps
and order agitators to leave the county."
Listen. What is these reds anyway?
Every time you turn around
somebody's calling somebody else a red.
- What is these reds anyway?
- I ain't talking about that, one way or another.
All I'm saying is there's going to be
a fight at the camp, Saturday night.
And there'll be deputies ready to go in.
Now go on with your work.
Maybe I've talked myself into trouble,
but you're folks like us and I like you.
We won't tell who told. Thank you.
- All right.
- There ain't gonna be no fight either.
- Evening. Who did you say invited you?
- Mr and Mrs Brown.
Oh, go right on in, folks.
Go right on in. Hello, there.
Hi, Miz Jennings. How are you?
Glad to see you.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Going to the dance tonight? I can waltz.
- Oh, that's nothing. Anybody can waltz.
- Not like me they can't.
- You get going!
This girl's spoke for. She's gonna be married
and her man's coming for her. So get!
Hiya, Bill. Nice-Iooking girl you got there.
- Howdy, Mr Thomas, Mrs Thomas.
- Watching out, ain't you?
- Don't worry. There ain't gonna be no trouble.
- I hope you know what you're talking about.
Evenin', boys.
Who did you say invited you?
Fella named Jackson. Buck Jackson.
- OK. Have a good time.
- Thanks.
Hey.
- Them's our fellas.
- How do you know?
Well...
Just got a feeling.
They're kind of scared too.
Follow 'em. Get hold of Jackson.
See if he knows them. I'll stay here.
- Hello.
- Hello.
So long.
How do you do, Miz Joad?
My, you sure look pretty.
- Please to dance?
- Thank you kindly, but she ain't well.
- Sort of poorly.
- Thank you just the same.
Howdy do.
Hey, Jackson.
Look. Did you ever see them fellas before?
Sorry, neighbour,
but we got to keep the camp clean.
I know one of 'em. Used to work with him.
I never asked him to the dance though.
All right. Keep your eye on 'em.
Just keep 'em in sight, that's all.
I seen them. A car with five men
parked down by the eucalyptus trees.
And another with four men on the main
road, and they got guns. I seen 'em.
Thank you, Willy. You done right good.
You can run along and dance now.
Well, sure looks like
the fat's in the fire this time.
What them deputies wanna hurt the camp
for? How come they can't let us alone?
- We ought to get some pickaxe handles...
- No. That's just what they want.
No, sirree. If they can get a fight going
they can call in the cops. Say we ain't orderly.
- They're here. We got 'em spotted.
- Everything ready?
- There ain't gonna be trouble.
- I don't want you hurting them.
Don't worry. Everything's arranged.
Maybe nobody will see it.
Well, just don't use no sticks
or no knives or no piece of iron.
If you gotta sock 'em,
sock 'em where they ain't going to bleed.
Gentlemen, hats off please. Thank you.
- She's getting purdier every day, Ma.
- Girl with a baby's always purdier.
- Come on, Ma, let's dance.
- Oh, Tom. I can't.
Well, all right.
Tom, stop.
# Come and sit by my side if you love me
# Do not hasten to bid me adieu
# But remember the Red River Valley
# And the boy who had loved you so true
. . Let's go!
All right. . . Here we go.
- All right. I'll dance with her.
- You and who else?
Excuse me, Ma.
Open up! We're here about a riot!
- Riot? I don't see any riot. Who are you?
- Deputy sheriffs.
- You got a warrant?
- We don't need a warrant when there's a riot.
I don't know what you're going to do about it.
I don't hear or see any riot.
What's more, I don't believe there is any riot.
Look for yourself.
All right, let's go.
Oklahoma... EL .
You have no right to arrest
without a warrant.
We'll have a warrant
just as soon as we check with headquarters.
Tommy.
Ain't you gonna tell me goodbye?
I didn't know, Ma.
I didn't know if I ought to.
Ma...
- Hush, Ruthie.
Come outside.
There was some cops here tonight.
They was taking down licence numbers.
I guess somebody knows something.
I guess it had to come. Sooner or later.
Sit down for a minute.
I'd like to stay, Ma.
I'd like to be with you and see your face when
you and Pa get settled in some nice place.
I'd sure like to see you then.
But I won't never get that chance,
I guess now.
- I could hide you, Tommy.
- I know you would, but I ain't gonna let you.
You hide somebody that's killed a guy
and you're in trouble too.
All right, Tommy.
But what do you figure you're going to do?
You know what I've been thinking about?
About Casy.
About what he said.
What he done.
About how he died.
And I remember all of it.
He was a good man.
I've been thinking about us too.
About our people living like pigs
and good, rich land laying fallow.
Or maybe one guy with a million acres
and farmers starving.
And I've been wondering if...
all our folks got together and yelled...
No. They'd drive you out and cut you down.
- Just like they done to Casy.
- They're gonna drive me anyways.
Sooner or later they'd get me,
for one thing if not for another.
Till then...
Tommy.
- You're not aiming to kill nobody?
- No, Ma. Not that. That ain't it.
It's just...
Well, as long as I'm an outlaw anyways,
maybe I can do something.
Maybe I can just find out something.
Just... scrounge around
and maybe find out what it is that's wrong.
Then see if they ain't something
that can be done about it.
I ain't thought it all out clear, Ma. I...
I can't. I don't know enough.
How am I gonna know about you, Tommy?
Why, they could kill you and I'd never know.
They could hurt you. How am I gonna know?
Well, maybe it's like Casy says.
Fella ain't got a soul of his own,
just... a little piece of a big soul.
The one big soul
that belongs to everybody.
Then...
- Then what, Tom?
- Then it don't matter.
I'll be all around in the dark.
I'll be everywhere.
Wherever you can look.
Wherever there's a fight
so hungry people can eat, I'll be there.
Wherever there's a cop beating up a guy,
I'll be there.
I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad.
I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're
hungry and they know supper's ready.
And when people
are eating the stuff they raise...
living in the houses they build...
I'll be there too.
I don't understand it, Tom.
Me neither, Ma, but...
just something I've been thinking about.
Give me your hand, Ma.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Tommy.
Later, when this is blowed over,
you'll come back.
Sure, Ma.
Tommy, we ain't the kissing kind, but...
Goodbye, Ma.
Goodbye, Tommy.
Tommy...
Goodbye.
Turn that up, Al, and get her rolled up.
- How you fixed, John?
- Getting along.
Here.
Winfield, get on top, out of the way.
I don't see what you folks are hurrying so for.
They tell me there's days' work up there.
Yes, sir, and we aim to get in all of them.
- All ready, Ma?
- Yes. How you feeling, Rosasharn?
All aboard, everybody. All aboard for Fresno.
Wait a minute. I'll give you a hand.
- Careful of her, now.
- Easy, child.
She'll be all right.
- Watch her, John.
- I'll take care of her.
- How are you fixed, Al?
- All right, Pa.
Now, Ma.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Thanks a lot. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Thanks, Mr Conway.
- Bye.
- You be careful.
days work. Oh, boy!
I'll be glad to get my hands on some cotton.
That's the kind of picking I understand.
Maybe. Maybe days' work
and maybe no days' work.
- We ain't got it till we get it.
- What's the matter, Ma? Getting scared?
Scared. Huh!
I ain't never gonna be scared no more.
I was though. For a while it looked
as though we was beat. Good and beat.
Looked like we didn't have nobody
in the worid but enemies.
Like nobody was friendly no more.
Made me feel kind of bad and scared too.
Like we was lost and nobody cared.
You're the one that keeps us going, Ma.
I ain't no good no more and I know it.
Seems like I spend all my time these days
thinking how it used to be.
Thinking of home.
I ain't never gonna see it no more.
Well, Pa, a woman can change
better than a man.
A man lives sort of, well, in jerks.
Baby's born or somebody dies,
and that's ajerk.
He gets a farm or loses it, and that's ajerk.
With a woman it's all in one flow
like a stream.
Little eddies and waterfalls,
but the river, it goes right on.
A woman looks at it that way.
- Well, maybe, but we're sure taking a beating.
- I know.
That's what makes us tough.
Rich fellas come up, and they die,
and their kids ain't no good and they die out.
But we keep coming.
We're the people that live.
They can't wipe us out. They can't lick us.
We'll go on forever, Pa, cos we're the people.