All language subtitles for Tom.Sawyer.and.Huckleberry.Finn.2014

- Mr. Twain!
Can we come in?

- Sure!

- Look, Mr. Twain, what we
found in the newspaper.

It's a picture of a ship.

A big Mississippi steamer
that has your name on it.

Does this boat belong
to you, Mr. Twain?

- Oh, my, no.

This don't belong to me, boy.

- But then, why does it
say your name on it?

- Mama told me that you
had been working on a boat

like that when you were young.

Can you tell us about it?

I also want to travel

on a big steamer.

- Well, better go pretty
quick, little princess,

'cause there ain't
many more of these left.

- What do you mean, there aren't
that many anymore?

- Well, son, the time was when

there used to be hundreds
of these steamboats...

mighty, mighty steamboats
going up and down

the mighty Mississippi.

But, with the invention
of the rail road,

many of these are gone now.
But that's a...

whole other story

in and of itself.

- Can you tell us a story?

- Yes please,
Mr. Twain!

Tell us your story.

- All right.

All right, pull up a chair
and sit a spell.

All right, here we go.

This story took place

way before you two
were ever even born.

But I still remember
just as it happened

way back in those days.

Once a week,
the "Paul Jones," the mail-boat,

would chug upstream
and dock right here.

And all the kids had
only one simple

but honorable wish...

to be the steamboat captain.

Sure, we entertained
the idea of becoming

a clown in the circus,
or maybe even a pirate.

But, no desire was so strongly
anchored in our hearts

as the one to be
a steamboat captain.

And one of us kids
was Tom Sawyer.

"Columbus departed
from Spain with three ships."

"The 'Santa Maria,

"the 'Pinta, and the 'Nina.

"Columbus first sailed
to the Canary Islands

"on September 6th,

"for what turned out
to be a five week voyage

"across the ocean.

A man looked out..."

- Thomas Sawyer.

Stand up, Thomas Sawyer,

and let the class know

the reason you are
so tardy today.

- Well, sir...

the reason that
I'm so late today

is because I was having
an intense conversation

with my best buddy,
Huckleberry Finn.

- Thomas Sawyer, that has got
to be the most amazing

confession I have ever,
in my entire life, ever heard.

An action of this sort
is deserving

an extra-special penalty.

This! Ls! Big!

- Please, sir...

punish me as you see fit,

just don't send me to sit
over with the girls, please.

- Not to the girls, huh?

Hmm.

Hmm.

He's gonna get it.

- Huh! Immediately go
to the girls' side

and no talking back.

Let this be a warning to
you, Mr. Thomas Sawyer.

Keep on reading.

"And spotted land"

"at about 2:00
in the morning,

"and he immediately
alerted the rest of the crew

"with a shout.

"Then, the captain
of the 'Pinta,

"Martin Alonso Pinzén,

"verified the discovery
and alerted Columbus

"by firing a Lombard.

"Columbus later said
that he himself

"had already seen a light on the land

"a few hours earlier,

"and he claimed
for himself the money

"promised by King Ferdinand

and Queen Isabella to the..."

Already one day
later began a chain

of events that would result
in undesirable consequences.

- So, uh, what'cha
doing down here?

- Psh, nothing.

You know, I'm just...
just spitting.

- Hucky, you got a good life.

You don't need to go to school.

You can do what you
want when you want to.

I wish I had a father like
yours who was a drunken bum

and didn't make me do stuff.

- Yeah.

Yeah, well, it turns out, um...

my old man ain't that
bad after all.

- Do you mind if I take a pull?

- Yeah. Yeah, sure.
You're my buddy.

Go right ahead.

- Hey, Huck, what's that?

- Oh, this?

Uh, well, that's her.

That's my mom, my true mother.

- But, Huck,
you ain't got a mom.

Everybody knows that.

- Tom, I do have a mother.

She's out there.

See that?

Mississippi's my mother.

She was there when I opened
my eyes for the first time.

She was there when
I was growing up.

She's there when I get lonely.

Sometimes I come out here
when I'm alone...

and I talk to her.

It's weird, you know?

- Hey, Hucky, what you got
in the pouch?

- Nothin'.

Just a...
just a dead cat.

- That critter's stiff
as an ironing board.

Where'd you get it from?

- I bought it about
two weeks ago from Ben Rogers.

- And, uh, what does something
like that cost you?

- Ah, it ain't worth
talking about.

- Okay, and uh,
what's the dead cat good for?

- It banishes your warts.

- Okay-

How... how does
that work, exactly?

- You really want to know?
- Yeah.

- All right, well...

you go to the cemetery.

Now, you gotta go to where
some dead guy's laying

about six feet under,
and at the stroke of midnight,

the devil's gonna show himself.

Now, when that happens,
you're gonna hear a sound,

something like a hissing
or the wind

or maybe even words.

Anyways, when you
hear the sound,

you take the dead cat
and you gotta throw it

in the direction you heard
the sound coming from.

But, after you do that,
you gotta say this...

"Devil gets the cat,
cat gets the corpse,

warts get the cat,
and that's not where I'm at."

Then the warts go away.

- Okay, so when are
you gonna try this?

- Oh, I don't know.
I figure tonight,

they're gonna be coming to
get good ol' Ross Williams,

so probably then.

- Would... would you mind
if I tagged along?

- Yeah, sure.

Just better not get me
busted like last time.

Old man Hopkins
sent a whiskey bottle

flying right past our heads,
you remember that?

Meow!

Meow!

Meow? Meow!

Meow!

- Think old man Ross Williams
hears us talking?

- Well, I sure as hell
ain't been dead before.

Either that or his ghost can.

- Damn it.

I... I meant to say
"Mister Williams."

You oughta be careful what
you say about dead people.

- Uh, hey, Huck, would you mind
if I were to call it night?

After all, they are your warts.

- What?

I ain't got no warts.

- You ain't got no warts?

Then what the devil
are we doing down here?

Just think, Hucky.

What would you do if
these ghosts don't exist?

I mean, for me, it'd...

it'd be as though
something were missing.

- Did you hear that?
- What?

- Over there!

- What is that?

You saw that, right?
You saw that!

- Yeah.

- I'm tell... I'm telling
you they're real, look!

I ain't bluffing,
those are the devils!

They're at work right now!

- They're coming
straight towards us.

Uh, uh...

Come on, come on!

Now, I gotta look nice.

I got a job on top of
everything else.

- Tom, am I going crazy, or is
that the voice of Muff Potter?

The crap you do
when times are hard.

- That's him, isn't it?

- Can that be?

- Yeah, I know Muff's voice.

Drunk or sober, that's him.

- All right, this is it.

- The other's Doc Robinson,
and the other's...

- Injun Joe.

Come on, hurry.

The moon can show itself
any minute now, gentlemen.

I suggest you get a move on.

Start digging-

- Oh, yeah.

Ah, that's good enough.

Open it.

Even up to this point,

Tom and Huck had not even
the slightest idea

of what was going on.

The fact that
Doc Robinson wanted

the corpse of Ross Williams
for studies of the anatomy

was discovered later.

- So, good doctor,

think you can
throw another five

for the trouble for us
to keep our trap shut?

- Now, may I remind you
that we had an agreement?

Your payment upfront,
which I gladly did.

It's called an
agreement, Mister Joe.

- He's right, Joe, let it go.

His father arrested me once

and punished me in front
of all the people.

Do you think
I'm gonna forget that?

- Uhh!

Take it easy, Joe!

Come on, don't hurt me.

Oh, Christ.

God damn Injun.

This might hurt.

- Huck, what do you
think's gonna happen?

- If Doc Robinson don't
wake up in the morning,

someone's gonna get hanged.

- You really think so?

- I'm as sure as an
amen in church.

- Well, who do you think's
gonna tell 'em? Us, maybe?

- No, if anyone's
gonna say something,

it's Muff Potter.

- Huck, Muff Potter don't
know nothing about this.

How's he supposed to
say something?

- Tell me why
he don't know nothing.

- 'Cause he just happened
to get clunked out

as Injun Joe did it.

- Oh, damn!

- Huck, are you sure you
can keep a lid on this?

- Now, Tom, you know we got
to keep a lid on this.

We have to.

If the devil Injun Joe finds
out that we ratted him out,

he don't get hung,
he'll snuff us out for sure.

We don't want that.

- Huck, we need to swear

not to tell a soul
a single word.

- I swear.

- So just repeat after me.

Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer...

- "Huck Finn and
Tom Sawyer..."

- ...solemnly swear to keep
their traps shut...

- "...s... uh, so...
solemnly swear

to keep their
traps shut..."

- ...and not to tell a
single, solitary soul...

- "...and not to tell a
single, solitary soul..."

- ...a single word.

- "...a single word."

- Unless they want to die
in their tracks and rot.

- "Unless they... " Well, that
last part's kind of rough,

- don't you think there, Tom?
- Needs to be.

- Finally, I caught you.

Young man,
this deserves punishment.

You will paint the
picket fence tomorrow.

- The whole fence?!

- Yes, picket by picket.

- Starboard! Starboard!

Hey, buddy.

Hey, my friend, heh.

That's a pretty tough job, huh?

So... I'm going
swimming, you know?

Wouldn't you not
like to come along?

Nah, what am I thinking?

Tom Sawyer'd prefer to work.

- You calling that work?

- So, are... are you
saying that...

that's not work,

what you got
going on right there?

- Maybe.

Maybe not.
I don't know.

But, I do know that I'm
having the time of my life.

- Come on, Tom Sawyer,

cut it out.

You're really trying to tell
me that you're having fun?

- Well, believe it or not,
I'm having a lot of fun.

You know, you don't
get the opportunity

to paint a picket fence
every day.

You just don't have
the chance to have this much fun.

You know what I mean,
booga-bean?

- Ha, Tom.

My good, good friend.

I... could I, uh, think I...
think I might, uh...

Mind if I give it a try?

- Nuh-uh, Ben,
buddy man.

Auntie Polly is real particular

about how it's done
and about who do it, too.

She is proud of her
picket fence.

This is precision
work right here.

This white picket fence
is out here through thick

and through thin.

I really don't think that
there is one in 1,000

who can do this job the way
it's meant to be done.

Well, maybe one
in 2,000, maybe.

- Now, come on,
give me the brush.

I'll give you a piece
of my apple, 'kay?

- Now, come on, Ben.

What kind of fair
sportsmanlike is that?

What is an apple against
a whole picket fence?

- Okay, then,
I'll give you my shirt.

- No, Ben, I do not
want your shirt.

I do not want your shirt.

- Okay, Tom Sawyer.

I'm gonna make you an offer
that you can't squawk at.

I know just how much you
want a switchblade knife

just like mine.

So, you know what, Tom Sawyer?

I'm gonna give you
my switchblade knife.

That's right.

Pretty good offer.

Come on.

Thanks, man.

This is pretty fun.

- Yeah, it's very fun.

Even having won Ben over,

Tom took advantage
of the opportunity to acquire

- a set of marbles from Billy Thatcher.
- Okay.

- John Miller got in
through his offering

- Okay.
- Of a harmonica in excellent condition.

- Yeah.

- And so on it went.

Without his even knowing it,

- Tom learned a very important
- Okay.

- Nah.
- Human law having to do

with transfer and trade.

To raise the desire of
another individual,

then there is nothing
more necessary than to make

that object of desire
difficult to reach.

By mid-day,
the awful news

had spread throughout
the entire town like lightning.

A murder had taken place.

At the murder scene,
a bloody knife was found

next to the victim
that was identified

to belong to Muff Potter.

They got him! Over there!

- They're bringing him.
- Hey, it's Muff Potter.

Hey look, they're
bringing him out.

- I... I didn't do it, folks.

I swear to God.

All of you.

- Is this your knife?

That crook.

- You tell them, Joe.

What should I say,
except how it happened?

I saw it all.
I didn't say nothing till now

'cause Muff's my buddy.

There was argument, pretty hot.

Don't know exactly about what.

All I do know is that Muff
pulled that knife out

and rammed it into Doc's guts.

Now, just hold your horses!

For your information,
and it's nothing new,

but we just happen to have
a judge in this town,

and we also have laws!

Even though I see
that some of you folks

want to take it into
your own hands.

But what if he
happens to be innocent?

You all know
Muff Potter for years.

He is entitled to a fair trial

which he is going to get.

So, Sheriff,
what are you waiting for?

- Take him to the jail.

You got lucky, Muff Potter!

- Take him!
- Sooner or later, you're gonna hang!

- Man, Tom, you were chattering
away in your sleep.

I didn't get to sleep a wink!

What's! You say'?

- Tell me, Tom,
what's troubling you?

- Auntie Polly,
just dumb stuff.

- Dumb stuff?

I heard words like, "Blood."

Blood.
That's blood!"

I heard that a lot.

You moaned and said, "Please..."

please, don't torture me.
I won't tell!"

- It must be that awful murder.

I've been having
nightmares myself.

- You see, Aunt Polly?

We're all having bad dreams.

- Here you go, Potter,
little bit of bacon,

some bread, and
a pack of cigarettes.

- Wow.

Thanks, Tom.

You and Huck
are good boys, I gotta say.

- Yeah, Muff, it's okay.

You know what me...

you and me gonna do?

- What?

- We're gonna bust him out.

- Tom, you losing your marbles?

- Yeah.

No, I'm not losing my marbles,

and, yeah, we're gonna
get him out of there.

- Say we do get him out.

What the heck then?

- "What the heck," Huck?

We get him out of the joint,
out of the town,

out of the state,
out of the country.

He's gonna make
tracks to Europe

where he can't be hung.

- Well... Okay, okay, say we
get him to Europe.

What's he gonna do over there?

Or better yet, how is
he gonna get over there?

- Well, you're just
gonna have to trust me

'cause I got a plan.

Tom, look!

We got the tools right here
to do the job!

I say we bust a hole
through this here wall

and then just get him out.

- Would you please hush, Hucky?

How am I supposed
to concentrate

and come up with
the perfect solution

with you chatter-boxing
the entire time?

Hold the lamp.

I got an idea.

We're not gonna go
through the wall.

No, we're gonna
go under the wall.

Yeah, that's how
we're gonna do it.

Just like I've read it's been done
in lots of my books.

Here we go,
right here's the spot.

- What the heck
are you doing, Tom?

- Hucky, can't you see that
I'm digging a tunnel

under this confounded wall?

- Well, how long you reckon
that's gonna take, Tom?

- There was this
guy held, locked up

in a cellar or dungeon
in a castle

near the ocean or
something like that,

somewhere over in France
or something like that...

you know, somebody
of importance...

and so, this count
started digging.

And how long do you think
he needed to get through

the solid rock of that castle?

- I don't know.

I figure about a month or so?

- No, incorrect, wrong.
He needed 37 years.

- Well, I don't think
we got that long.

I mean, by the time we do that,

Muff Potter will be
either hung high

or probably be dead from
old age or something.

- Now, come on, do you
honestly and truly think

that we're gonna need
37 years to get through

this little bit of earth, huh?

He was sitting on solid rock
and he only had one knife.

We got two.

And, Huck, for someone
who can't read and write,

you're pretty smart.

But, I have read practically every topic

that's ever been printed
on this book.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- I don't care how the counts

are doing it in France.

All we need is a shovel

and a pickaxe
to get the job done.

He is pretty drunk.

Hope we don't gotta
carry him out like this.

- Don't worry, Hucky.

He'll be okay by the morning.
Let's get outta here.

- What?

Well, I thought we came here
to break him out today.

- Yeah, Hucky, we will,
but not just yet.

Let's make tracks.

- After all this hard work,
we're losing precious time.

I mean, what happens if we
come back tomorrow?

They're gonna hang
an innocent man.

That poor guy'll be
strung up for nothing.

- Huck, we're gonna get him
out in the morning.

A break like this needs
to be planned to detail.

Otherwise,
they're gonna get Muff

before he even notices
that he's on the run.

Now, let's get outta here.

- Oh, better turn
this light off.

- Potter! Potter, wake up!

- It's empty.
There's nobody in there.

Hucky, you hear me?

. Hyah!

- Damn it, Huck.
Potter's gone.

- He is gone.

I can't believe it.

What are we gonna do now?

- To be honest, I don't know.

But I do know that, without us,
he's not getting too far.

- All right, boys.
- It's right up here.

- Damn, damn, damn!

We gotta cover our tracks!

Go! Go! Go!

- Get up, Potter!
- Come on!

Time to go!

- You know we's here, Potter!

HE'S gone!

Crawled through it
or something.

He ain't in here!

- I don't know where he is.
- Let's get him!

Come on, let's go get him.

Well, he can't be far.

Come on, boys.
Come on!

- Hyah!
Come on! Hah!

Now, there was
life in this small town.

Muff Potter was found about
two miles outside of town

in a dilapidated
one room shack.

But, before he was sent
back to jail, he was memorably

tarred and feathered.

- I can't watch this.
- I'm gonna be sick.

- Come on, Tom.

- Order in the court.

- Yeah, and I saw Muff Potter
washing in the creek.

- Yeah, but that is not so
out of the ordinary,

someone bathing in the creek.

- It dam tooting is,
'cause everybody in town

knows that Muff rarely washes.

Is it possible that
Muff Potter washed himself

after the act of murder,
removing all traces of blood,

after the brutal stabbing
of the good Doc Robinson?!

And are you sure that
this is one of the knifes

that you sold from your store?

- Objection!

- Objection taken.

- Thank you, Your Honor.
No further questions.

- The court calls the defense.

We have no further questions,
Your Honor.

- Now, what in God sakes
is going on in here?

Can you not even try to do so, if
you would defend this poor man?

Towards the end
of the second day of trial,

word went around that
Injun Joe's testimonial

is rock solid, and he has
no shadow of a doubt

about how the decision
of the jury will lean.

- Y'all know there's no visitors.
This better be good.

- Just want to bring
Muff some smokes.

- All right.

- And you better know that
this is a high profile,

high security zone.

- Hey, Potter,
you got visitors.

- Hey, Muff, how's it going?

Uh, we brought you something.

- Wow.

Thank you, fellas,
you're real chums.

- Uh, Muff, are you all right?

- What am I supposed to say?

When you sit here and wait

and you're so close to dying

an unnatural death for something
you didn't want to do,

then you know how good life is.

And Joe, bless him, meant well,

but he'd be better off
to let it go

so he don't get
pulled in deeper.

- Let it go?
Let what go?

- The break-out.

That just made things worse.

Just realized that
I had a real friend.

And... and I'm happy.
I've got three.

You guys and Joe.

Mmm.

- Several of our most
upstanding citizens

have sworn witnessing events
so out of the ordinary

that any question of doubt
can immediately be erased.

This horrible crime committed
by the accused, Muff Potter,

has been shown
to be his and his alone.

The prosecution requests

on behalf of
the citizens of this fine town

against the accused Muff Potter

death by hanging.

- Your Honor,

members of the assembly,

at the start of this trial,

due to the overwhelming
evidence

and information's detrimental
to the name of the accused,

we attempted to plea
for a less harsh sentence

based on his, in the past, reputation.

We no longer wish
to take this stand.

Because, from this moment on,

we are dealing with
a completely new situation.

The defense wishes
it to be known

that it now has the fullest intention
to save our client

from the untimely demise at
the end of a hangman's noose.

Let it be noted
that new evidence,

shortly to be presented,
will beyond a shadow of a doubt

free Muff Potter from all
burdens and charges.

The defense wishes to call
to the stand a new witness.

Please call to the stand
Mr. Thomas Sawyer.

Put your hand on the Bible.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

- Yeah...
uh, yes, sir.

I... I mean to say,
I swear to tell the truth.

- Very good, Tom.
Very good.

Now, take a seat, son.

- Thomas Sawyer, where were
you on June 17th at midnight?

Now, Tom, just tell us.

Where were you on
the before-mentioned night?

- At the graveyard, sir.

- Okay, Tom, now, for those
in the back row

who may not have heard you,

please repeat that
a little bit louder.

- I was at the graveyard, sir.

- At the graveyard.

And where in
the graveyard were you?

- Uh, I was near to
Ross Williams's grave.

- Were you alone?
- Yes, sir.

I was alone that night.

- Young man, was there
anything else

that may have been
out of the ordinary

that we absolutely should
be made aware of?

- Uh, yeah.

There was a sound,

and, well, that made me unsure
of what should be going on

at that... like you said,
that untimely hour,

and for just that
reason, Your Honor,

I was obliged to keep
a discreet cover,

and so I stayed in the shadows.

You stayed in the shadows?

Are you trying to tell us
that you were hiding?

- Yes, sir, I was hiding
behind the tree.

The... the elm next
to Williams's grave.

- And about how far from that grave
is that wise old elm?

- The distance is about the same
between you and me right now.

- Well, let me
get this straight.

You were alone
at midnight in the graveyard

and you heard sounds,
and you hid.

Did anything else happen?

- Hiyah!

Go!

A mute Spaniard had
been hanging around the town

for a few days.

He had long white hair
and he was wearing dark glasses.

No one knew where he came from
or what he wanted.

- No!
Please, no!

Huck!

What the fudge you
trying to do to me?!

You scared me out of my wits!

- Tom, you broke our pact!

Remember, the one
that we agreed to?

Now, you know Injun Joe ain't
gonna take this lightly, don't you?

- Well, I didn't say a word about
you, so you're still in the clear.

- That don't matter.
There's a killer on the loose.

You're in danger
and I'm scared.

I'm getting outta here.

- Huck, where you gonna go?

- I don't know.

But, I'll tell you one thing,
I'm getting far away from here.

- Huck, I know
where we're gonna go,

and I'm gonna be with you.
Come on.

See that old wreck?

- Tom, there's no way
that boat's empty.

We should go back.

- Never! You'd have to be
out of your mind

to be on a wreck like that.

- It looks like me.

I caught you, you little snake.

- Hucky, where are you?

You thought that
I didn't see you.

I don't want you
talking to them.

- Tom?
- They could be onto us.

Oh believe me, I did not
talk and nobody was there.

I was all alone.

- Tom, we ought to
get outta here.

This ain't smart.
Come on. Come on.

I was on the other
side when it happened.

- Yeah, Huck,
maybe you're right.

- You're a real filthy rat.
- What, you thought you could

get away with all the dough?

They don't know
what's going on.

- Windy.
- I'm gonna put a piece of lead

- in your head.
- Windy, I swear.

I ain't gonna spill the beans.

Not a single,
solitary syllable.

Please, let me go.

- Put your piece away, Windy.

Don't kill him.
At least, not now.

- Thank you, Joe.

- In less than a half hour,
he'll be resting on the ground,

and a drowned corpse is always
less incriminating

than a corpse
with a hole in it.

- Please, I won't say a word.

Please, I swear.

I'm sure you won't say nothing.

Tam'.

- Come on, Hucky, let's get
outta here, like now!

Go, go, go!

Go!

- Tom, the boat!

"'It's gone!"

- Come on, Hucky,
we gotta get outta here!

Go!

- Over there! The raft!
- Huck!

- Quick, it's going down! It's sinking!
- Go!

- Go, go!
- Come on.

Agh!

Come on, Hucky.

Just three miles
from Saint Petersburg

at a spot where the Mississippi
is a little over a mile wide,

and where an excellent
hideaway exists on an uninhabited thin

and woodsy piece
of free-floating land,

was the Jackson Island.

- Hucky, wake up.

Wake up!

- Come on, Huck! Wake up!
- Okay.

- Let's go catch some game.

- I'd sure like to know
what that sound was.

- It sounded really awkward.

- Well, it ain't thunder,
that's for sure.

- Come on, Hucky.

Somehow, I know that sound.

Just stay
close to the embankment!

- Got any idea what
that might be?

- William, you got anything?!

- Huck, I know what's going on.
- Nothing here!

- I know exactly
what's going on.

Someone's drowned.

- Oh yeah!
- That's what's happening.

Yeah, now... now I know.

Like last summer,
they did the same thing

- when Bill Turner died.
- Yeah.

Might have got hung up
on that sand bar!

I'd like to be
over there right now.

Give an arm and a leg to know
who they're looking for.

It gets real
shallow here. Yeah.

- Huck!
- Yeah.

- Man, Oh man, Huck!

How's the west bank?

I bet I know who
they're looking for.

I bet I know whose drowned.

What makes you
so sure you know?

- 'Cause of the circumstances
the last couple of days.

You might look
through them bulrushes!

- I ain't following you, Tom.

- Think, Huck, think.

- They're looking for us.
- Well, we're right here.

- Yeah, let's just do that!
- Sure we are, Huck.

And we know that,
but they don't.

- Now, after all that,
the curiosity and temptation

of hearing what was being
said about his postmortem

was just too tantalizing
not to follow up on.

Now, Tom had no
intention of abandoning

his best friend, Huck,
but he just had to know,

would he be missed?

Would he even be missed
or wept over?

So, he waited until Huck
was fast asleep.

Just before midnight,
he left Jackson Island

and waded over
to the shallow water

on the Illinois side
of the river.

And then, he waited till
just the last ferry of the day,

what was called
the night ferry.

And he jumped on
and stowed away,

and he crept into
one of the dinghies

so he wouldn't be discovered
as a stowaway

or a presumed dead man.

And then he made his way
back to Saint Petersburg.

For the return trip,
he borrowed the canoe

from Joe Harper,
naturally without telling Joe.

- Huck, man! Huck! Wake up!
- What?

- Wake up, Huck!
- Yeah?

- While you were sleeping,
I was out and about

figuring out what
the world is up to,

and I gotta tell you,
this coming Sunday's

gonna be our day...
yours and mine.

This coming Sunday,
everybody's gonna be praying

and crying, and rejoicing, redeeming,

and doing whatever else they do to
set a soul on the right path.

And the things I heard.

You know, when you're alive
and kicking, nobody cares.

But, when they're dead,
everybody just loves you.

- Brothers and sisters
of the congregation,

we are brought here today
to mourn the loss

of one of our own.

This is a day of great sadness,
due to the untimely departure

of one of our most
gifted young people.

The spirit of good.

Because I am the power,

and the eternal life,
and any mere mortal

who would doubt
the resurrection,

who would doubt...

What?

- Oh, Tom.
My God, Tom.

Oh, Tom.

- Come on, Aunt Polly,
somebody's gotta be happy

that Huck's still around
other than me.

- Well, of course we're all
happy that Huck is here.

Please, let me give you a hug,
poor motherless boy.

Where's he goin'?

- Becky.

And he travels
all over the world,

he stays in the best hotels.

I'm gonna be a musician
when I get bigger.

- Oh, that sounds
just wonderful, Tom.

- Oh yeah, and they
get good pay, too.

Almost a buck a day.

At least that's what
Ben Rogers told me.

Hey, Becky, mind if I ask
you a personal question?

- No, Tom Sawyer, I don't mind.

- Have you ever...
ever been engaged?

- No.

Of course not.
Never.

Um, Tom?

What's that mean, anyway?

- Oh, you gotta try it out.

- Oh, Oh,
I... I don't know, Tom.

How does that work?

HOW?

Uh, well, it's as
easy as nothing.

All you gotta do is
say to a guy like me

that you'd never,
ever take another guy,

and then you kiss each other
and then that's it.

Everyone can do it.

- Kissing?

- Why on earth would...
- Uh, yeah.

Uh, kissing is for...

Oh, you know, 'cause they
always do that.

But first, you gotta say
that you love each other.

- Oh.

I don't... I don't think
I want to be engaged.

- You... you don't
have to say it too loud.

You could even
whisper it real soft.

I love you.

Now, you whisper it
to me just like I did.

- Now, you tum your face away,

and don't you say a word
of this to anybody.

- Of course not, promise.

- I love you.

- And from now on, you love
me and only me, okay?

And we can walk
to school together,

and we can walk home
from school together,

when no one's looking,
of course.

- Oh, how romantic.

- Sure is. What do you
think it was like

back when me and
Amy Lawrence was engaged?

Uh, here, Becky.

How'd you like to have it?

Hey, Hucky.

So, is this where
you've been hanging out?

- You know, Tom...

Injun Joe was a murderer,

but I imagine how
desperate he must have been

once he found out
the jig was up.

Man, he was probably
in a bad state.

- Yeah.

Who knows, someday...

we might turn out
to be murderers.

Yeah.

So where you been hanging
out the last couple of days?

I've been looking for you
high and low.

- Just been squatting
at the haunted house.

It's the only dry place I know.

Besides, ever since
Injun Joe's been gone,

pretty safe, too.

Hey, you see, Tom?

It ain't all that bad in here.

Come home, hang up my stuff
in this wall closet.

And then, retire upstairs
to the bedroom at night.

Come on, I'll show you.

- Wow.

This place is a real home.

Shh.

If you need to lift 'em,
we'll get a mule or something.

That's the deaf mute Spaniard.

- I told you no.

I don't like it and
I ain't gonna do it.

- Shut up, Windy.

The voice...

exactly that voice
took their breaths away

and sent chills down the spines
of Tom and Huck instantly.

Simultaneously.

And, as a matter of fact,

there was no doubt in
a million that this voice

belonged to only one.

- You're right.

Injun Joe.

- But, I'm telling you,
this time, leave it be!

What are we gonna do
with all that cash leftover?

- Don't know.

We leave it here.

Don't make sense taking 'em out

before we're heading south.

650 is a lot of weight.

- Yeah, but you listen to me.

It could take a while
before the time is right.

- Get down. Get down.

This spot here isn't right.

We need to bury it right,
and I mean deep.

I'm hitting a rotten
piece of wood here.

Nah, it's a crate, I think.

Come here and give me a hand

so we can see just
what's down here.

Wait, Joe.

Ohh!

- Let me do it.
Come on, Joe.

Here.

There's money in it.

Look at it! Money!

- There's gotta be $1,000 dollars in there.

- Now, you don't have
to do that last job.

- That goes to show you don't
know anything about me,

and at least not enough.

I don't like it when someone's got
the upper hand on me.

I got a job to do before
I can leave this place.

What are we gonna
do about this here?

Bury it back like
it was before?

Let's get outta here.

Wait.

Time to move.

Get outta here before
they pluck our eyes out.

- Hucky?

Hucky?

Hucky?

Huck!

- Howdy, Huck.
- Huh?

- Hucky.

Hm?

Howdy, Tom.

- You know, Huck,

that treasure rightfully
belongs to us.

- Yeah, now you're
really dreaming.

- Could be, but, uh...
we was there first,

and that's why it
belongs to us.

- You should tell that
to Injun Joe.

- You know, Huck,
I don't know why

I didn't come up
with it before,

but uh...
down in the caves.

I'd have to say that
that's where they took the loot.

- Well, I ain't
going down there.

- Well, if you don't
wanna go, that's fine,

but you at least
gotta cover me.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I can do that.

All right.

- Now, you're being sensible.

Now, you don't lose strength

and I won't lose
strength neither.

- Meow! Meow!

- Dam it!

Come on, Huck, let's get
outta here, come on!

Next day was the annual
archeological school outing.

This excursion would bring
the kids from Saint Petersburg

up to the McDouglas caves.

- So, students, can you guess
what the name of the cave is?

Look up, and you will see

these amazing big eyes.

Yes, the name of the cave
is the Big Eyes.

Please.

From this point on,
I will lead you,

and... Tom,

and you, Becky,
bring up the rear.

I'm counting on you two.

And remember what
I told you all.

Stay together.

"Stay together."

Hm!

- Becky?
- Yeah?

- Oh, I gotta show you something.
Come over here.

- All right.

Follow me, my lady, into
the bowels of these caverns.

- Oh, isn't this
wonderful, Tom?

- Yeah, Becky,
it sure is marvelous.

Come on, Becky, over here.
Come on, come on over here!

Tom!.

It's okay, Becky.

I'm here.
Nothing can happen.

- Tom.

Oh, my God.
Group.

Our class,
they'll be looking for us.

- Yeah, Becky, you're right.
It's time to go back.

- Do you think you can
find the way back out?

I don't have
the slightest clue.

- That is the least
of our worries.

We should find
a different way out

so that we don't have to
go through that again.

Come on over here.

- All right.

You know Becky, I think it'd be
better if we just light this torch.

- All right.

- Hold this.

On Sunday morning,
alarming news spread through

the first of the congregation
and then the town,

and eventually the country,

demanding the attention
of both young and old.

Tom Sawyer and
Becky Thatcher did not return

with the rest of the group
from McDouglas caves

and have not been
heard of since.

- But they must
still be in the cave!

- Yes, they're still in there!
They have to look for them!

- Yes, my darling.

And that's exactly
what they did.

- Oh, my God.

Without light, we'll
never get out of here.

Do you think that they're
looking for us, Tom?

- Yeah, Becky.

I know that someone's
looking for us.

What are you thinking, Becky?

- What day it is and if
it's day or nighttime.

Becky?!

Let's split up in three groups.

Tom!

You guys check out Big Eyes.

Hello?!

We're staying down
in the lower quarter.

- Hey, stay together.

- Be careful of them cliffs!

- Becky! Tom!

- Hello?
- Where are you?

And...

we're never
gonna get out of here.

- Sure we are. Look, I'm gonna
feel my way over there.

And you're gonna stay right
here until I get back, okay?

- No, please, please,
don't leave me alone in here.

- Becky, I have to.

I'll be right back.
You stay right here.

- Don't move.
- Please!

- Hello?
- Tom, where are you?

- You over here?
- Come on out!

Becky, where are you?

Stay together!

There's footprints
over this way!

They must have gone
up to the forbidden caves.

- Becky Thatcher's hair band.

Becky!

- Stay together!

- Hello? Hello?

Hey, hey, hey!
We're over here!

So, this is number two.

Come on, Becky.
We gotta get away!

- All right.
- Come on!

Come on!

This is not... not...

Over here.
This is the way.

- Come on, Becky.
- Okay.

Come on, Becky.

Come on.
Through here.

Go! Quick!

Hurry!

Some believe that
those missing youngsters

aren't even stuck in the cave,

but rather that they
would have somehow drowned

and have been flushed
out onto the river.

That's the reason for
all those floating lights.

They were meant to aid
in the search effort.

There she was again,

that mighty Mississippi.

Wide, endless,
powerful as always.

Oh, that was without a doubt
one of the nicest nights

that town or any town
would ever experience.

Long into the wee hours of
the morning, the town ate,

drank, danced, and was merry.

All but the two guests
of honor were present,

since the ordeal of the last
few days took their toll

on their stamina.

They were safely
and soundly fast asleep

in their respective beds.

A day and a night
under those conditions

were not so easy to shake off.

- Start turning.
- Start turning.

- See that there, way up high?
- Yeah.

- On the mountain where
the landslide was, that's it.

Where it's white and rocky,
that is the opening

to our brand-new world,
buddy.

Yippee!

- Let me tell you,
Huckleberry buddy,

from this spot, we can reach
the hole that saved Becky and me

from a certain demise.

And not everybody
can fit in it,

and it's so close,
you can spit on it.

See, Hucky, didn't I tell you

that this is the most
hidden cave opening

in all of
the United States of America?

- Lookie there.
- What's that?

- Somebody... somebody's body.

- That's gotta be Windy.

- Yeah.

Can be pretty sure that he didn't
die of natural causes.

- Injun Joe.

- Injun Joe and that treasure.

It's just plain,
old-fashioned greed.

Come on, Huck.

And that is
exactly what it was.

- And over here, Hucks,
we're gonna see number two.

- Lookie there.
- Well, you best get in there.

- Yeah, hold this.

Right there.

Wow.

Whoa, look at that, Hucky.

Where are the saddlebags?

Hey, Hucky, lookie here.

Hand prints and drops of
tallow on this one side,

but nothing on the other.

- What is that?
- You hear that, too?

One second.

Hucky.

The saddlebag!

We're rich!

- We're rich!
- Come on, let's get it and get out of here.

- Yeah, yeah!

Come on, come on, Hucky.

- Let's see what we got here.

Mr. Thomas.

Smarty Pants Sawyer
and his worthless buddy.

What have our Boy Scouts
found on their journey?

- Nothing. Just a lamp.
Take a look for yourself.

- What'cha gonna do
with the lamp?

- Uh, well, first...
first, you gotta rub it,

you know, to make it work.

Use your hand
or a cloth or a towel.

Whatever works, really.

But after you rub it,
a genie'll come out.

The whole place will
fill with smoke

and you can't see nothin'.

Um, but the genie'll give you
almost anything you want.

Gold, silver,
rubies, cigarettes.

Whatever you want.

Matter of fact,
Tom's got a book on it.

Don't you, Tom?

- Uh, yeah.
Yeah.

Uh, it's...
it's all in there.

- Yeah, yeah.
What's the... what's the name

- of the book you got there?
- Uh...

Uh... uh...

- Uh, "Aladdin"!

"Aladdin and the Magic Lamp."
Yeah.

That's the name of it.

- You little fish heads
could have had a future

if you would have kept your
nose out of my business.

But too bad.

Now, not even Aladdin
can help you.

Hey, Joe!

Grab the saddlebags!

- All right, Mrs. Douglas.

Be careful.
Up you go.

The widow Mrs. Douglas
opened her heart and her home

to offer Huckleberry
the best possible future

and everything that
goes along with it.

- Hey Becky,
you wanna see what I got?

Then just ask me for the time.

Whoa!

Hey, Tom.

How is our treasure
chest finder doing?

Anything, uh, interesting
at the McDouglas caves?

- Uh, no, Mr. Thatcher.

Should anything be going on?

- Exactly that.

Should anything be going on?

Now, Tom, from now on,
nothing will be going on there

because we've, uh, taken some
special safety measures.

- Safety measure...
what kind of safety measures?

- Uh, well, indirectly,
thanks to you,

the safety measures
include, um,

guided trips with constant
accounting of participants.

In addition, we've locked
the entrance to the cave

with a triple closure
made of steel.

Uh, that means no more entry

without the permission
of my office.

And... I personally
have the key.

- Well, sir,
I think that somebody

still might be in there.

- Who on God's earth
could be in there?

- Injun Joe.

- Go first.

Careful fellas,
he might be armed.

Yeah, he's killed before.

- Open the door.
- Ready?

- He's in there.
- What's happening there.

Tom was moved with what he saw

because he knew
from his own experience

how that troubled man suffered
in those final hours.

He felt sorrow,
but the feeling of relief

and the safety was
even stronger,

because Injun Joe was dead.

Vacations have begun,
and Tom was traveling

with Aunt Polly and Sid, just as it
happened each and every year,

to their relatives down
the river in Saint Louis.

Steward?

Steward, could you help us
get our luggage on board?

Tom!

Come here!

It's time for you
to come on board.

- I'm coming, Aunt Polly,
just a minute.

Now look, Huck...

I know that it's been hard,

but it ain't
that difficult, huh?

And even though the old widder may
give you some problems,

she only means the best.

And, when I get back,

we're finally gonna form
a Sawyer-Finn gang.

Tom!

- Just a minute,
Aunt Polly, I'm coming!

Dagnabbit.

- All yours now.

The widder was gonna
confiscate it anyways, so...

ain't no more use to me.

- Okay, but just until we
form the gang, okay?

- Tom Sawyer!

- Just a second, Aunt Polly!

Take care, Huckleberry.
See you.

Then suddenly, just like that,

the day to day mundane,
barren, and empty ritualistic life

returned to this lonely
part of the world

here on the west shore
side of the Mississippi.

When one day Huck's
long lost dad showed up in town

and demanded his share
of the fortune,

he realized that money
doesn't equal happiness.

Huck managed to escape his father,
the Widow Douglas,

and what's even more important,
so-called civilization.

That didn't really work for him.

Together with
runaway slave Jim,

he decided to let
the Mississippi take them

to a place far away

where you can leave
in freedom and without

the restraints of
civilized society.

Widow Miss Douglas
didn't really wanna sell me.

Brotha, she was wailing
the whole day.

But, she didn't
have much choice.

Times are hard and she
really needed the money.

You can't get that kind of
money together.

Besides, I'd-a never again
get to see my wife and kids.

- Well, Jim, now you
can't see your wife

and kids neither, 'cause
a, well, runaway slave

ain't got too much
chance for surviving.

- This might sound funny,
but I got me this here.

This...

this is a map.

And the ticket to freedom.

My freedom.

Now, here we are.

- Right here?
- Mm-hmm.

Now, we take this down here.

If I can make it
down here near the cable

where the Ohio River
and the Mississippi River flow,

then I can make it up here.

Then I could make it
up to the free states.

And once I get there, brother,

I'm gonna get me a good job

and make me enough money
to buy my whole family back.

- Mm-hmm.

Jim! Jim! Jim!

Steamboat's coming
straight for us!

- Whoa, whoa, don't you worry,
Mr. Huckleberry.

He ain't gonna touch us.
You just pass me the tiller.

Here.

What happened to Huck and Jim?

- Oh, those two?

Well, they floated
down the Mississippi

toward the town of Cairo.

There, they were
to board a steamboat

to get to the free states,
but carelessness

was responsible for them
to override that entry

and regrettably
send them even deeper

into the southern states...
and of course,

deeper and deeper
into the slave regions.

- Has Tom ever seen Huck again?

- No.

No, they never saw
each other again.