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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)

(STEAMBOAT WHISTLE)

♪ 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, l 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 l get up in the morning

till the time l 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!

(CROAKING) (SCREAMING)

♪ 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 l 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, l was on my way home,

walkin' past the Widder's house,

when all of a sudden l heard a scream

and a yell for help from the top floor.

What could l do?

So l 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, l 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.

l 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.

l 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 of fence?

♪ 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?

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, l... 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 $2.00 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 l 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 Ol' 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.

(HUCKLEBERRY MIMICS CAT 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 mind us 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 easygoin' man by nature, Clayton.

Whiskey just makes me more easygoin', 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 that 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

(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)

What was that? I don't know.

(EXPLOSION CONTINUES)

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)

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. Good 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 you 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.

Ol' 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.

A-ha!

(CHUCKLING)

It's for snakebites.

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

Goodbye, lad.

Come on, John.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

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.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

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.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(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