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(BELL TOLLING)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Good morning, Sue Ellen.
Good morning, Mary.

Good morning, Mr. Dobbins.

Good morning, Allen.

Good morning, Mr. Dobbins.

Good morning, Steven.

STEVEN: Mr. Dobbins.

(STEAMBOAT WHISTLE BLOWS)

(STEAMBOAT WHISTLE BLOWS)

Oh, a river's gonna flow

'Cross the land

'Cross the land

Oh, a river's gonna flow

To the sea

And a boy is gonna grow

To a man

To a man

Only once in his life

Is he free

Only one golden time

In his life

Is he free

River runs warm in the summer sun

River runs cold
when the summer's done

But a boy's
just a dreamer by the riverside

'Cause the water's too fast
and the water's too wide

Then the world turns around,
and the boy grows tall

He hears the song
of the river call

The river song sings,
"Travel on, travel on"

You blink away a tear

And the boy is gone

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 free

Only one golden time

In his life

Is he free

Hey, Huckleberry!

Hello, Huckleberry.

How come you're playin' hooky?

Same as you.

Never spent a day in school in my life.

What you got in the sack?

Somethin'.

Somethin' like what?

Somethin' like Widder Douglas' dead cat.

She gave me 10 cents to get rid of it.

Looks pretty stiff.

Say, Huckie,
what's a dead cat good for anyway?

Well, you know
Hoss Williams is lying on his deathbed.

So, what's that got to do with a dead cat?

Well, I'm figurin' you take that dead cat,

along about midnight
of a day a sinner's been buried.

Why midnight?

'Cause that's when the devil comes.

You can't see him,
you can only hear somethin' like the wind.

And that's when he's
fetchin' the soul away.

- Who's fetchin'?
- The devil.

You heave a dead cat on a first dug grave,

the cat comes back
to life with the spirit of the dead man.

It's called cheatin' the devil.

Did you ever try it before, Huck?

No, but I'm fixin' to.

Can I come with ya?

I don't know.

Ever been in a graveyard
at midnight? Plenty scary.

I wouldn't be scared.

I mean, why should I be scared?

I know you're down there.

You're down there,
you little devil. You hiding from me.

Hello, Muff!

Hello, Huck. Hello, Tom.

TOM: Hi, Muff!

Huck, would you lend me
your fishing pole a minute?

Sure, Muff.

There! There you are, you little devil.

There! (laughs)

Here you go, Muff.

Well, thank you.

You know you're favoring your pap

more and more every day, Huckleberry.

Seems to me like it was only yesterday

that you was no bigger than a grasshopper.

Happy days they was,
when your pap was living,

plunkin' on his banjo,

passin' his bottle around.

All free-hearted man he was.

Sing? He could sing like a meadowlark.

Aha! Now!

I got you now, you little dickens.

(LAUGHING)

There you are.

Of course, you never knew your ma,

her dying like she did as you was born.

I ain't got no folks neither.

Well, you got your aunt, ain't you?

That's all a fellow needs, a friend.

"A little old friend in need

"is a little old friend indeed."

As the poet once said.

(BOYS CHUCKLING)

Mmm.

I got to go.

I'll talk to
you lads later. I got an appointment.

Doc Robinson wants to see us.

Somethin' about
that Injun Joe freezes your blood.

Crazy mean
from the pain in his leg, I reckon.

- Hey, let's go fishing.
- Yeah.

I am Tom Sawyer,
Black Avenger of the Spanish Main!

Name your name!

Huck Finn,
the Red-Handed, Terror of the Seas!

Tis well. Give the countersign.

Blood!

Come on.

Hoist the colors.

What sails we carry?

Courses, topsails, and flying jib, sir.

Colors flying, sir.

Weighing anchor on the port side.

Luff and bring her to the wind.

Swing her to the starboard.

Aye-aye, sir.

Shake out the sheets and braces!

Lively now, me hearty!

Aye-aye, sir.

Mississippi River dead ahead.

There's nothing like a broken arm

to keep a boy off an apple tree.

At least till it heals.

Thank you, Dr. Robinson.

I told you to come in the back way.

Just wanted to tell you it looks like

I'll probably be needin' you tomorrow night.

That Hoss Williams?

ROBINSON: Mmm.

That soon, huh?

ROBINSON: He can't last
any longer than that.

Poor Hoss.

How is that leg, Joe?

It should be on you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Tom Sawyer!

You, Tom!

(SIGHS)

Drat that boy!

Never here when you want him.

Always underfoot when you don't.

A body could
spend a lifetime chasin' that boy.

Whipping does no good.

Keepin' him in his room does no good.

There's no punishment
devised that could straighten out that boy.

From the time I get up in the morning

till the time I go to bed at night,

it's just one blessed thing after another.

Mary, you seen Tom?

No, Mother.

Sidney?

No, Mother, I haven't seen Tom all day.

Playing hooky, again.

That's twice this week!

-(frog croaking)
-(screams)

Uncouth, irreverent, wild

That irresponsible child

I try to teach him,
but who can reach him?

He never can be found,
leaves his trash around

Just won't learn
and he just keeps turnin' away

Tom Sawyer

The devil's got him in tow

Tom Sawyer

He's grief
and worry and woe

He's late for supper
and late for school

And he's
takin' me for a fool

I'll bet Tom Sawyer'll
be the death of me yet

Tom goes out with Huck,
swimmin' in the nude

Tom tears all his clothes
and he talks so crude

Hides dead snakes and things
underneath the stairs

And in Sunday School
never knows his prayers

Tom's a good boy,
Tom is kind

Tom holds wonders
in his mind

Tom's an orphan,
can't you see?

He needs our love
and sympathy

- Tom has gumption...
- Tom sneaks out at night...

- Tom is strong...
- Always telling lies...

- Havin' fun...
- If he breaks his neck...

- Ain't doin' wrong...
- It won't be no surprise...

- He loves to play...
- Dunce cap on his head...

- And fish and swim...
- Every other day...

- And you just wish...
- When there's chores at home...

- You were like him...
- He's a mile away...

Tom Sawyer

That Tom
is turnin' me gray

Tarnation

He'll never
learn to obey

I know that boy could be
such a joy to me

If he’d only be good

But he's always
wastin' his time away

Exasperatin' me every day

No ambition
and no respect

He'll be the death
of me yet

Worms! Oh!

Tom Sawyer!

Tom Sawyer

That irresponsible child

That Tom, Tom Sawyer

Uncouth, irreverent, wild

That Tom

He's late for supper
and late for school

And he's takin' me
for a fool

He just won't learn,
and he just keeps turning

I'll bet tom Sawyer'll
be the death of me

I'll bet tom Sawyer'll
be the death of me yet

(DOOR OPENS)

Tom?

WIDDER: No, it's me.

It's the Widder Douglas.

Good evening, Martha.

My, you're just having supper.

I best call another time.

Well, now that you're here,
why don't you join us?

- Oh, I couldn't.
- Oh, yes, you could.

Well, maybe just a bite.

Why don't you take Tom's place?

It appears he's late, as usual.

Oh, thank you.

May I take your hat, Mrs. Douglas?

It's such a pretty one.

Oh, thank you, Miss Mary.

Mr. Douglas bought it
for me the last time we were in St. Louis.

Oh, Polly, it's so hard for me to believe.

Only yesterday,
Mr. Douglas and your Josh were...

(SNIFFING)

What smells so good?

We're having lamb stew.

My favorite!

POLLY: Dear Lord,

we thank Thee for the bounty which we
are about to receive. Amen.

How are you doing
in school this year, Sidney?

Best in the class, just the same as last year.

I've never been to St. Louis.

I hear it's very modern.

Oh, my, yes.

They have gas lamps
on every street corner.

Why, you can go out at night,

and it's as bright as daytime.

And the stores...

My, this does smell good.

Tom's home.

You little beast!

Excuse me, Martha.

You two stay here.

Apple butter, please, Miss Mary.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Well?

Oh, Aunt Polly, is supper ready yet?

Has been for some time.

Well, I'm late because
of the Widder Douglas.

The Widder Douglas?

Yeah. See, I was on my way home,

walkin' past the Widder's house,

when all of a sudden I heard a scream

and a yell for help from the top floor.

What could I do?

So I had to run up there
and see what was wrong.

And what was wrong?

Well, there she was,

layin' stretched out on the floor.

Must have fell or somethin'.

Screamin' and a-hollerin'
like she's gonna die.

And a bone stickin' right out of her leg.

Stickin' right out of her leg?

Well, I had to run
clear across town to fetch Doc Robinson.

He's up there
right now sewin' up the poor Widder's leg.

Must have needed 50 stitches.

Fifty?

Yeah. And that's how come
I'm late for supper.

I sure worked up a big appetite

doin' all that runnin' and chasin'.

Good evening, Thomas.

What a string of fibs you tell, Tom Sawyer.

I ought to wash your mouth out with soap.

That's all right, Aunt Polly,

if'n you let me put some supper in first.

Why don't you tell the truth for once?

You were playin' hooky again, weren't you?

- Well, I...
- Then why is your shirt damp?

Because you were swimming
with Huckleberry Finn, weren't you?

- Aunt Polly.
- Don't you lie to me.

I have warned you time and again to
stay away from that trash.

No dinner for you tonight.

Upstairs, to bed with you this minute.

You're gonna need your sleep, young man,

'cause you're gonna pay for this tomorrow.

(LAUGHS)

POLLY: His idols are
the wastrels of this town,

like that no-good,
shiftless, foul-mouthed Huckleberry Finn.

Huckleberry Finn.

You know, Polly, he's not really bad,

he just has no one.

But, I mean, he needs
a strong influence like Thomas.

POLLY: Well, with those two,
it's hard to figure

who's influencing who.

I think the time has come

for some good old-fashioned uninfluencin'.

All of it?

Two coats.

Two coats?

All of it.

JOE: Hoot!

Hoot!

Hoot!

Quarter-speed. Ding! Ding!

Hoot! Ding! Ding!

Hard a port. Steady as she goes.

The River Queen's comin' around the bend.

Guess what I seen.

New family's moving into the empty house.

Name's Thatcher. He's a judge.

They got a real pretty daughter.

Heck, girls ain't no fun.

Always giggling or weeping.

What do you know
about girls?

I was engaged to Amy Lawrence.

Always giggling or weeping.

Poor Tom.

You're workin' your head off, ain't you?

No, I ain't.

Then what you doing?

I feel sorry for you, Joe.

You're sorry for me?

Yeah.

'Cause you can't get what I get.

What you get?

Satisfaction.

From whitewashing?

You get more than that.
You get gratifaction.

Gratifaction?

Yeah, that's what you get.

Gratifaction.

Yup, I feel sorry for you, Joe.

Hey! Let me have a turn. Please, Tom.

You don't know what you're asking, Joe.

I'll give you my glass stopper.

Genuine crystal.

It's pretty good, but I don't know.

Just for a couple of licks?

All right, just for a couple. That's all.

Watch you don't slop none.

What did you give him to do your chores?

What chores?

He's doin' your whitewashin', ain't he?

I'm afraid you've got this all turned around.

Joe give me this.

He paid you?

Sure. Look at him having all that fun.

I got six marbles.

I done ate some, but it's half good.

Hey, watch you don't slop any.

You call this work?
Well, ain't that funny

We ain't doin'
this for money

Heck, it's a regular
privilege to be occupied

It's a source of pride

BOYS:
Anyone can swim and fish on a Saturday

Anyone can just lay down

Layin' in a hammock,
layin' in the grass

Like a lazy,
no-good hound

They just know
that I'm softhearted

I was barely
gettin' started

Now I'm givin'
all of my fun away

They keep beggin' me

I'm generous

I mean,
when's the last time

You could slosh a bucket

Full of wash
on a mile offence?

Look at them smilin'
and havin' a time

And all at my expense

BOYS: And you get that
deep-down inside gratifaction

Gratifyin' satisfac...

Well, I mean,
that deep-down inside gratifaction

Oh, how good you feel

When your shoulder's
to the wheel

You don't need nothin'
except ambition

Elbow grease
for ammunition

And bang,
what a righteous glow you get

From honest sweat,
it's a natural bet

Anyone who puts his nose
to the grindstone

Is gonna get a great reward

Your eyes will see the glory
of the coming of the Lord

And you get
that deep-down inside gratifaction

Pure enjoyment
from employ...

Well, I mean,
that deep-down inside gratifaction

Oh, how good you feel

When your shoulder's
to the wheel

You don't need nothin'
except ambition

Elbow grease
for ammunition

And bang,
what a righteous glow you get

From honest sweat,
it's a natural bet

Anyone who puts
his nose to the grindstone

Is gonna get a great reward

Your eyes will see the glory
of the coming of the Lord

And you got
that deep-down inside gratifaction

Gratifyin' satisfac...

Well, I mean,
that deep-down inside gratifaction

Oh, how good you feel

When your shoulder's
to the wheel

(LAUGHING)

BOY: Get him!

(ALL CLAMORING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

Just moved in?

We're from St. Petersburg.

How do you like Hannibal?

We just moved. What's your name?

Oh...

Maxmillion Q. Sullivan
at your service, ma'am.

But, all my friends just call me Mr. Bones.

I've spent
the best part of my life in a minstrel show.

I'm a minstrel man.

Aren't you awfully young
to be a minstrel man?

No, not really. My folks was minstrels.

I just growed up in family tradition.

THATCHER: Rebecca!

Rebecca, we've got
a lot of unpacking to do.

Father, I'd like you to
meet Mr. Maxmillion Q. Sullivan.

He's a real minstrel man.

Everybody just calls him Mr. Bones.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Sullivan.

Always pleasant to
meet a gentleman of the theater.

Oh, any relation to the moving company?

Oh, well, Sullivan's just my theater name.

My real name's Sawyer.

Maxmillion Q. Sawyer.

Well, you must come
and visit as soon as we get settled.

Now, come along, Rebecca,
we've got a lot of work to do.

Well, I...
I guess I'd best be goin', Mr. Bones.

Oh, you can
just call me Tom. What's your name?

Rebecca Thatcher.

But everybody just calls me Becky.

Well, I guess I better be going.

Me, too.

Bye, Tom.

Bye, Becky.

Whoa!

Who's that for, Muff?

That must be ol' Hoss Williams.

Let's go and take a look.

Doc, you did a real good job.

He looks better than he did alive.

How'd you get rid of the yellow?

How much, Clayton?

It'll be $2.50, Doc.

$2.50? This is an outrage!

I never paid
more than $2 for a casket before.

CLAYTON: 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, dying's part of living.

You take ol' 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 ol' Hoss knows that.

(LAUGHING)

Just a minute, boy.

(WHISTLES)

Ah!

There you are.

(CHUCKLES)

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 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

(BOTH LAUGHING)

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

Where's the future
in plans and schemes

When it seems

That OI' Grim Reaper
will soon be a-leapin' on you?

When it's over, you'll know
you're bound to be found

Wearin' your Sunday clothes,
sleepin' in sweet repose

Six feet underground

BOTH: 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

(BOTH LAUGHING)

MUFF: There it is.

Sigh-rosis is what took him.

- Seems only fittin'.
- Sigh-rosis?

Of the liver.

Turns you yellow and you die.

How'd he get it?

Why, from drinkin', my boy, from drinkin'.

ALL: 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

(BOYS LAUGHING)

Ah, Muff!

Ah.

Whiskey! The stinking
smell of whiskey in my house.

Now, give me that shirt!

But it saved Muff's leg.

You see, this snake, it was just...

Jumped out from under a rock.
Bit Muff on the leg and slithered away.

Left him lying in the dirt
writhing and screaming, 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 this snakebite remedy.

And as he was pouring it on Muff's leg,

he was kicking 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.
- But, Aunt Polly!

Snakebite remedy. That's a good one.

Yes, it was.

(BOTH IMITATING CATS MEOWING)

Meow.

I heard you. Meow.

Got the dead cat?

Better get going. It's beginning to smell.

Huckie, do you think
the dead people like for us to be here?

Wish I knowed. It's awful solemn, ain't it?

Huckie, do you reckon
Hoss Williams might've taken his spirit

and given it to the cat?

Heck, no. He's dead.
He ain't got no use for it.

(SHOVEL CLINKS)

MUFF: When anybody's
this dead,

how come they bury them so deep?

(MUFF LAUGHING)

(EXCLAIMS)

I don't know what you wanna dig
up ol' 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 yeller sponge
dripping and oozing corn whiskey.

(LAUGHS)

Quiet, you idiot!

Now get to work, both of you!

Aw, you ain't got no fun in you nowhere.

Here. Quickly now, quickly.

Ten dollars ain't enough
for this rotten work.

Digging 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 out of here.

I think $20 will 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. Come back here...

Damn it!

(ROBINSON SCREAMS)

Wake up.

You killed the Doc.

You drunken fool.

You think he seen us?

I don't know. He could have.

We better hide in there.

In there?

Sure.

(CRASHING)

TOM: What was that?

HUCKLEBERRY: It was me.
I ran into something.

Huckie, what do you reckon
will come of this?

If Doc Robinson dies,

I reckon hangin' will come of it.

(CLATTERING)

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."

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BELL RINGING)

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, young man.

Good morning, Mr. Dobbins.

Good morning, Casper.

What was that
you were saying about Muff Potter?

My pa was there
when they brought him into the jailhouse.

They say Injun Joe saw the whole thing.

BILLY: He tried to stop him,
but he was crazy drunk.

You know how Muff gets.

BEN: Hey, Tom, did you hear Muff Potter
killed Doc Robinson?

Mornin', Tom.

Mornin'.

Good morning, children.

ALL: Good morning, Mr. Dobbins.

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

ALL: It's a nice day, Mr. Dobbins.

And we're happy to be here, aren't we?

ALL: 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 10th 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
Mohammedanism 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, chick, chick, chick, chick, chick, chick.

Here, chick, chick, chick, chick, chick.

Here, chick, chick...

What you doing, Tom? Resting or hiding?

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?
Something's bothering you.

Well, if'n you knew something
that someone else knew,

but you had to keep
mum about it because it was a blood pact,

and then someone else was in a heap of
trouble 'cause you couldn't tell.

Oh, Tom, I haven't got time for riddles.

What's your problem?

That is my problem. I can't tell you.

Well, then how can I help you?

You can't.

I'll get you some of the remedy.

Meow.

Meow.

I was hoping you'd come.

They got Muff stuck in jail.

Huck, we gotta say somethin' now.

We gotta tell 'em what we know.

We ain't sayin' nothin'.

What do you want to do, get us killed?

He's dangerous. He's crazy.

- But Huck...
- We don't say nothin'.

CLAYTON: I don't know
what you expect me to do when I get there.

What can I say?

No matter how
you plead, Muff, you ain't got a chance.

They're gonna hang you.

Some defense lawyer
you're gonna make, Clayton.

How can I defend you if you're guilty?

Well, that's just it, I ain't.

I mean, in my heart.

Drunk or sober,

I'd never stick no knife in no man.

But you was drunk.

I'm an easy goin' man by nature, Clayton.

Whiskey just makes me
more easy goin', you know that.

You'll never prove it, Muff.

You might as well face it,
they're going to hang you.

It occurs to me that since you ain't gonna
make no money defending me,

you'd just as soon see me hung,

so you could
build a coffin and make some money,

you old skin flint.

(SCOFFS) Never crossed my mind, Muff.

Just never crossed my mind.

TOM: Uh, Muff.

Tom.

I just wanted to wish you luck tomorrow.

Aw, thanks, lad.

I brought your
little, old friend from the woodpile.

Aw. Well, bless you, boy. Bless you.

Uh, well,

I got to go.

Good luck.

Bye, Muff.

Bye, Tom.

I'll have a swig of that. Partial payment.

For defendin' me or buildin' my coffin?

Whichever.

And now, would you
repeat to the court what you told me,

in your own words,

what you saw that morning?

Well, I was down
at the brook bordering the graveyard,

and I seen him,

washin' and scrubbin' in the water.

Is that person now in this courtroom?

Yep.

Would you kindly point
to the person you saw?

It was Muff Potter.

(PEOPLE MUTTERING)

Yeah, we sell this kind of sheep knife.

Did you ever sell
that kind of knife to Muff Potter?

Uh, as a matter of fact,

I did.

Could it have been that very knife?

Yeah.

(ALL MUTTERING)

Now tell me, on the night after the murder,

was there anything unusual
about his behavior?

WOMAN: Well, no.

He was drunk, as usual.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Order! Order!

My question was,

was there anything unusual?

Well, I suppose.

He was buying drinks all around.

And he had a lot of money on him.

And for Muff Potter, that's unusual.

I wonder where he got all that money.

From Doc Robinson's pockets.

And I never before
had seen a man so filled with hatred.

Before I could stop him,

he was on the Doc,
plunging hat knife in him!

He's a liar, he's a liar!

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

I seen it! Didn't happen that way at all.

(ALL CHATTERING)

Order! Order!
I'll have order in my courtroom!

Order! Now, Tom, you come up here,

and tell us exactly what you saw.

All right, Tom.
Now, tell me, were you alone?

Well...

Not exactly.

Well, who was with you, then?

I...

I was with the Widder Douglas's dead cat.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

THATCHER: Order!

I was tryin' to work
the spirit of Hoss Williams into the dead cat.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Where is that dead cat now?

It's probably still in the gunnysack

about 20 feet away from the grave,

that's where I left it when I ran away.

And then what happened?

Then they started fightin'.

And as Doc Robinson
fetched up the shovel to shield himself,

he accidentally hit Muff on the
head, and knocked him out cold.

And that's when Injun Joe
picked up a big rock,

and knocked Doc Robinson
down into the grave.

That's when he picked up Muff's knife,

jumped in after him.

I heard the Doc scream.

(CROWD SCREAMING)

After him!

I'll go straight to the county seat

and I'll demand a substantial
reward be posted for that killer.

- MAN 1 : I'll go!
- MAN 2: So will I.

MAN 3: Me, too!

(ALL CHATTERING)

Daddy told me how brave you acted

in his courtroom the other day.

I had to. They was gonna hang Muff.

Do you think they'll ever catch Injun Joe?

He's probably way out west by now.

Daddy's not so sure of that.

I'm positive.

If I was wanted for murder,
I'd be out of the country.

Well, I hope you're right
and Daddy's wrong.

Anyway, I'm proud of you, Tom.

You are?

Sure. I like you.

How come

I hear the sun

Laughin'

Up in the skies?

How come

I see the grass

Growin'

Before my eyes?

Crazy

What's happening?

Feel like

I'm 10 feet high

Nothin'

Is impossible

If I try

I could fly

Wonderin'

What’s just begun

Tinglin'

Yet sort of numb

How come?

How come?

How come?

Have you ever been engaged, Becky?

No, never.

It's real easy.

All you gotta do is say,
"I love you," and then you kiss.

And then what?

Then you're engaged.

You never go to a party with nobody else,

you never walk to school with nobody else,

and of course,
you don't get married to nobody else.

Do you want to get engaged, Tom?

Sure, if you do.

All right.

I'll say it first. I love you.

Now it's your turn.

I, uh...

I love you.

Now all that's left for us to do is to kiss.

It's so nice bein' engaged.

Why sure. When me and Amy
Lawrence was engaged we used to go...

Oh, Tom! Then, I'm not the first
one you've been engaged to!

Philanderer!

- What?
- Well, that's what you are!

Yeah. But what does it mean?

I'm not sure.
But even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you!

Girls.

(YELLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

It was a blood pact.
You swore to keep mum!

Well, I didn't say your name! I swear it!

Injun Joe's gonna sneak up on you one
night and cut your throat!

I had to tell. I couldn't let them hang Muff!

And before he kills you
he's gonna make you tell who was with you.

Then he's gonna cut my throat!

I ain't gonna tell, Huckie.

I ain't gonna give you the chance.

I'm gonna hideout
on the island till they capture him.

I'm gonna take my raft over there tonight.

So if'n you wanna come.

(SIGHS)

Heavenly Father, bless this bounty

so graciously provided
for our physical needs,

and make us grateful
for every blessing. Amen.

I just don't understand that boy.

If he'd just come home
for dinner on time once.

Oh, we'll know when Tom gets home.

You didn't!

Mary, you come back
and sit down here this minute.

Tom's home.

Beast!

Aunt Polly, honest,
I didn't have nothin' to do with this.

What happened to you, boy? Look at you!

Well, there was this
runaway horse, you see,

and this poor old woman
was in the buggy screamin' for help.

So I grabbed the reins,

and was drug near half a mile down the
street before I could stop it.

Then it kicked me.

You were with Huckleberry Finn.

Why don't you tell the truth for once?

He does tell the truth.

He did it in court
and saved an innocent man's life.

A drunkard.

Hanging around
with murderers and grave robbers.

What's to become of you, boy?

You two, downstairs.

Tom, you did a brave thing.

Mary, don't you disobey me, too.

Now, you listen to me.

Your mother was my favorite sister.

We were very close.

When she was dying,

I promised her that
I would raise you as if you were my own.

And God knows, I have tried.

But you continue
to disobey me, to lie to me,

to cavort with the trash of this town.

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

like your father was, God forbid.

Don't 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.

What if'n I was God?

Don't you dare
to take the name of the Lord in vain!

May God forgive you.

If'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

If'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

If'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

If'n I...

Was you

(STEAMBOAT WHISTLE BLOWS)

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.

Tom?

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 a boy is gonna grow

To a man

To a man

Only once in his life

Is he...

BOTH:
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

Without no never mind

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

BOTH:
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 the 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

BOTH:
Better steer clear and you better beware

We may bite

(COUGHING)

If'n I'd knowed how much fun smokin' was,

I would've started long ago.

You know, we could live the rest of our
lives down 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.

POLLY: I just don't
believe it.

THATCHER: Well, 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 river bank 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.

CLEMMENS:
Well, if they don't show up by morning,

I'm for dragging the river.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid he's right.

Good night.

Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I know they'll find them.

CLEMMENS:
Well, 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

(EXPLOSION RESOUNDS)

- What was that?
- I don't know.

(EXPLOSION RESOUNDS)

MAN: Fire!

What are they doin'?

Draggin' the river.

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 would be
worried somethin' awful.

(EXPLOSION RESOUNDS)

Huckie, I gotta go home.

Well, how we gonna do that?
Swim? We got no raft.

Then, let's make one.

Can't. No tools.

MAN: Fire!

Well, maybe we can 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
them together. Maybe.

You take this side, I'll take the other.

(SCREAMING) Tom! Come here!

Tom!

Look!

TOM: The raft!

(BOTH EXCLAIMING)

CONGREGATION:
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 wanna 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 wanna 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.

(SNIFFLING)

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.

(BOTH CRYING)

Thomas, Huckleberry,

wherever you are now,

we will remember you.

(GASPS)

It's a miracle.

Praise the Lord.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Oh, Tom!

Thank God, you're safe!

When I get you home I'm gonna thrash you
within an inch of your life.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Our prayers have been answered.

They truly have.

But you're so thoughtless.

You never think of anyone but yourself.

Leading us all to believe
that you'd been drowned.

Thank God they're safe!

Thank God!

Oh, I'm so glad you showed up alive.

I haven't got the heart
to punish you, but I should.

(ALL LAUGHING)

It's wonderful, Polly, wonderful.

Wonderful. Terrible.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Huckleberry.

- I'm glad you're safe, Huckleberry.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Now you'd best come to my place

and let me fix you a good meal.

I'd just as soon go to my place, ma'am.

Nonsense, you're coming with me.

(CHUCKLING)

(LAUGHING LOUDLY)

Hey, they found them but they's alive.

You ain't gonna make nothin'.

Now get on out of there,
you ol' scalawag, you're in my way!

Giddap then, Harold.

(MUFF LAUGHING)

I just hope we got enough here.

I don't know why it is, people always eat so
much more when they eat outdoors.

Thank you, Sidney.
You want to get my parasol and shawl?

Yes, Mother.

You know, I had a dream last night.

I dreamt that awful Injun Joe came
prowling around right in this house.

Oh, hush, child.

Why, if that murderin' Indian
was still anywhere around...

You heard
what the men said. Two weeks ago.

He's probably far out of the country by now.

Thank you, Sidney.

Take your cake,
young lady, time we got a move on.

Tom!

You, Tom!

Now don't you stray away
from me today, you hear?

But why, Aunt Polly?

Never you mind. Just do as I say.

All right.

BOY: Hi, Tom.

- Hi, Tim.
- Hi, Tim.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Hi, Joe. Happy Fourth.

Load up the vittals,
pickles and hams

Melons and cherry pie

Fritters and dumplins,
Turkeys and yams

Pack in a big supply

Apples and peaches,
soda to sip

Cider is gonna flow

With a hey and a ho
and away we go

On a holiday in
Hannibal, Mo...

...Souri!

Latch up the windows,
lock up the doors

Gotta get on the go

Line up the buggies,
wagons, and rigs

Meet all the folks you know

You bring the fiddle,
you bring the drum

You bring the old banjo

And a hey and a ho
and away we go

On a holiday in
Hannibal, Mo...

...Souri!

- WOMAN: Who brung the watermelons?
- I done!

WOMAN: Put them in the
buggy by the box of red plums

- Who brung the lemonade?
- Ask her

MAN: It's here in the
wagon with the buttermilk churn

- Where's Mary?
- MAN 1 : With Nellie

BOYS:
Standin' guard on the jams and jelly

- Where's all the fireworks?
- Don't know

But you're gonna see them
all the way from here to St. Jo

ALL:
Better get ready, the time is right

We'll be gone all day
and half of the night

The road'll is rugged
so hold on tight

No time for lollygaggin',
everybody on the wagon

Giddap!

Get up the horses,
give 'em the reins

They know the way to go

Down by the river,
over the ridge

Into the old meadow

Oh, what a feelin',
Oh, what a day

Bright as a daisy glow

With a hey and a ho
and away we go

On a holiday in
Hannibal, Mo...

...Souri!

Oh, what a feelin',
Oh, what a day

Bright as a daisy glow

With a hey and a ho
and away we go

On a holiday in
Hannibal, Mo...

...Souri!

Oh, what a feelin'

Oh, what a day

Bright as a daisy glow

With a hey and a ho

And away we go

On a holiday

In Hannibal

Missouri

TOM: There it is.

That's McDougal's Cave?

TOM: That's it.

How'd you like to taste
the best drinkin' water in Missouri?

You mean in there, Tom?

Sure. There's an
underground spring in there.

Well, actually it's the river.

Me and Huck's been in there many a time.

My folks told me a lot of
people went in there and never came out.

And I heard they found
a human skull in there.

Are you afraid, Becky?

Well, no, no, I'm not afraid. It's just that...

Well, I don't wanna miss the fireworks.

Well, we'll be back
in plenty of time for that.

Here. Stay right there. I'll be right back.

Oh, Aunt Polly.

Oh, where you goin' so fast, boy?

Nowhere.

Nowhere is somewhere.

Well, I'm gonna go
get Becky Thatcher a drink of water.

Oh.

- Who's comin'?
- Not me.

BOY: Or me.

Becky?

Are you sure we should, Tom?

Of course, I'm sure.

My! This is big!

That's nothin'.
Wait till you see what's up ahead.

Look!

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Here it is, Becky.

Here.

My! This is good, Tom.

See, what did I tell you?

Tom!

Becky, come on!

I'm gonna kill you, Tom Sawyer!

I'm gonna kill you!

You'll never get outta here alive!

Do you hear me?

You'll never get out of here alive!

Rebecca?

Polly, have you seen Rebecca?

Oh, the last time
I saw her she was with Tom.

But I haven't seen
either of them since before the fireworks.

Tom!

Where's Tom Sawyer?

Tom and Becky are in McDougal's Cave.

McDougal's Cave?

I told them not to go in there.

Tom said something about
an underground spring.

A drink of water.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

All right, all right, everybody, calm down!

I know where they are.

Tom and me's been
to that river many a time.

- Can you show them how to get there?
- Sure.

HUCKLEBERRY:
I found the lantern.

They can't be far away.

(ECHOING) Becky! Tom!

Tom!

- Hear that?
- We're here!

(ECHOING)

Shh. Injun Joe.

It's Injun Joe's.

I can't hear them anymore.

We better keep on goin'.

(BECKY SCREAMING)

Come on.

THATCHER: Becky?

Up here.

Don't look down, Becky.

(CRYING) I'm tired.

Don't cry, Becky.

Becky! Tom!

Hear that, Becky?
They'll be here in no time. I just know it.

THATCHER: Becky!

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I told you, Becky. They're here!

Now I've got you, Tom Sawyer.

Now you're dead!

(SCREAMING)

Bullseye!

(ORGAN PLAYING)

- Good morning, Constable.
- Morning, Judge. Mornin', Miss Becky.

- Morning.
- Thomas?

Rebecca has told me everything.

How you pleaded with her
not to follow you into that cave.

Young man, if suspected
that that murderer was hiding in there,

you should have gotten
some grown men to find him.

That was a foolhardy,

but uncommonly heroic thing you did.

Thomas, have you seen Huckleberry?

No, ma'am.

He didn't sleep in his bed last night.

I'm beside myself with worry.

Well, don't you worry,
Mrs. Douglas, I'll go find him right away.

Not till after the services, young man.

Don't you agree, Martha?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course, Polly.

TOM: Huck.

Huckleberry,
what you doin' back down here?

The poor Widder's beside
herself worryin' over you.

Huh?

Ain't you got no feelings?
No consideration?

What?

All you think about is your own self.

I don't understand you, Huck.

Well, I give it two weeks
and it just don't work.

She makes me get up
the same time every mornin'.

She makes me wash.

I gotta wear them
fancy clothes that just smothers me.

I can't smoke. I can't chaw.

I gotta wear shoes all Sunday.

I got to ask to go swimmin'.
I got to ask to go fishin'.

Well, I'll be dammed
if I don't have to ask to do everything.

Is it that bad, Huck?

I tell you, I had to sneak up to the
attic and cuss for 10 minutes

just to get the taste back in my mouth.

Well, just the same, Huck,
you could've faced up to it.

Told her you was leavin',
instead of worryin' her half to death.

- Huh?
-"Huh?" Is that all you can say?

Oh, Huck.

I gotta tell you,
swimmin' and fishin' ain't all.

One of these days
you're gonna find that out.

One of these days
you gotta have some responsibility!

Huh.

OI' John.

Hey, Muff!

Oh, Tom!

Whatcha doin', Muff?

Oh, I'm glad to have
a chance to say goodbye to you.

Where you off to, Muff?

Oh, just movin' on. Just movin' on.

A man's gotta
change his habits every once in a while.

Have you changed, Muff?

Well, the way things
turned out, I reckon I'll have to.

Well, that means
that I'll never see you anymore.

(EXCLAIMS)

We'll meet up somewheres along the road
somewheres. You can't never tell.

- Thanks.
- Thanks?

For bein' my friend.

There you are. There.

Aha!

(CHUCKLING)

It's for snakebites.

Ah, Muff, you haven't changed a bit.

Goodbye, lad.

Come on, John.

(STEAMBOAT WHISTLE BLOWS)

Thank you, Judge, you have a nice time.

Thank you, Mary, I know we will.

(LAUGHING)

Tom, just think, all the way to St. Louis

and for two whole weeks.

It's mighty nice of you, Cyrus.

It's my pleasure, Polly.

And don't worry, I'll take good care of him.

I know you will.
Strange, I miss him already.

I know what you mean.

(STEAMBOAT WHISTLE BLOWS)

Well, goodbye, Polly.
Goodbye. Come along, Rebecca.

- Bye, bye, Mary.
- Bye, Mary. Bye, Sidney.

Goodbye, Sidney. Goodbye.

Sidney.

Speak up, Sidney.

Have a good time, Tom.

Thank you, Sidney.

I'll buy you a present, Cousin Mary.

Maybe an expensive St. Louis hat.

Thank you, Tom.

I love you, Tom.

I love you, Aunt Polly.

(STEAMBOAT WHISTLE BLOWS)

(ALL BIDDING FAREWELL)

Goodbye, Polly!

MARY: Bye, Tom.

And the world turns around

And the boy grows tall

He hears the song
of the river call

The river song sings,
"Travel on, travel on"

You blink away your tear
and the boy is gone

Oh, a river's gonna flow

'Cross the land

'Cross the land

Oh, a river's gonna flow

To the sea

And a boy is gonna grow

To a man

To a man

Only once

In his life

Is he free

Only one golden time
in his life

Is he free