All language subtitles for Tammy & the Bachelor.EN

(SINGING)
I hear the cottonwoods
whispering above

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's my love

The old hootie owl
hootie-hoos to the dove

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's my love

Does my darling
feel what I feel

when she comes near?

My heart beats so joyfully

You'd think that
she could hear

Wish I knew if she knew

what I'm dreaming of

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's my love

(BOAT WHISTLE BLOWING)

Wish I could see
all of me just once.

Seventeen-year-old
and I never seen
myself altogether yet.

(PLANE WHIRRING)

Some folks get to
go places, Nan.

Wonderful places like
Natchez and Vicksburg.

You and me,
we never get to go no place.

(COWBELL CHIMING)

Hear that, Nan?

I'll bet that's just about
the lonesomest sound
in the world, a cowbell.

Come on, Nan.

(BLEATING)

Yoo-hoo!

You're late again, Grandpa!
Supper's been ready for ages!

Nope. No, sir.
No time for
eating tonight, Tammy.

We got catfish,
collard greens
and I baked a hoecake.

Well, business
comes first.

You always got business
in the swamp, but you won't
never tell me what it is.

It ain't the swamp
this time, Tammy.

I'm going down the river,
down to the whirlpool.

What for?

Well, I hear tell
an airplane crashed.

Might be some salvage
floating around down there.

Say, get me
a lantern, will you?

Uh-huh.

It ain't seemly for a
preacher to drink more than
a half a bottle at a time.

Even if he is just a kind of
off-and-on lay preacher.

And you shouldn't be
rowing at night
with your rheumatism.

Besides, the authorities
will more and likely
take charge of any wreckage.

They'll be hunting
too far upstream.

They don't know that
anything hits the water
between here and Vicksburg

ends up down
at the big whirlpool!

I'm going with you!

Well, the whirlpool
ain't no place for a girl.

I got strong arms.

Well, there's something
besides rowing, too.

We're apt to run into
a lot of dead bodies.

I got a strong
stomach, too!

Better ease up on them oars.
We're at the
edge of the current.

There's something
on that log over there!

Gosh almighty! He's alive!

He's nigh onto gone.

But he ain't plumb gone!

Big danger's pneumony.

I'll get Grandma's brick
to heat his feet!

I'm used up.

You call me if you need me.

He's come this far, Lord.
It wouldn't be sensible
to take him now, would it?

And Grandma,
if his soul gets that far,
shoo it back.

Shoo it back, ma'am, please?

(MOANING)

"Let not your heart
be troubled!"
That's from the Bible.

Looks like the
fever's breaking.

Oh, thank the Lord!

He's been wrestling
the delirium for five
days and nights like

Jacob wrestled the angel.

Wonder whether
it was the Lord or
the onion poultices.

Might have been the onion
that broke the fever,

but it was the good Lord
that done the rest!

Makes sense.

Hello.

(GASPS)

How long have
I been here?

Five days.
You had an accident.

Oh, yeah.

Yes, I remember.
I was flying Ernie's plane
and the engine caught fire.

(SIGHS)

I'm afraid I've been
a lot of trouble to you.

Oh, no.
It pleasured us no end.

It what?
Pleasured us.

Grandpa and me,
we live here.

His name's John Dinwoodie,
only folks call him
Brother Dinwoodie

on account of
he used to be
a preacher, sort of.

I'm Tammy.
My baptized name is Tambrey.
It means immortal.

My full name is Tambrey Tyree,
only folks call me Tammy.

I'm Peter Brent.

Better not talk
too much, Mr. Brent.

I mean, it might bring
back on the fever and...

Oh! You must be
nigh onto famished!

No, just a glass of water,
if you don't mind.

Oh. Spring or river?

Spring tastes better,
only Grandpa says river
is a sight healthier.

Mud's good
for your constitution.

Spring.

Spring.

Bet I got enough mud in my
stomach to raise corn. And...

And I ain't never been
sick a day in my life.

Grandpa wanted to notify your
folks, only he couldn't find
no papers in your pockets.

There's nobody
who'll be missing me.

(CREAKING)

(MOANING)

I must be weaker
than I thought.

It felt as if the
room was moving.

(GIGGLING)

You're on a boat. This is
the Ellen B. It was named
after my grandmother.

Look! See, there's
nothing but river and sky.

And over yonder's
the Louisiana shore.

You figuring on wearing
a hole in the neck
of that nightshirt, Mr. Brent?

Hmm? Oh, sorry.

It's one of Grandpa's,
we didn't have nothing
better to put you into.

We?

Well, Grandpa wasn't
strong enough so I just...

I kept my eyes shut
most of the time.

I better heat you some soup.

Who's Barbara?

Barbara?

You talked about her
when you was
out of your head.

Seems like you two was
arguing day and night.

Yeah, that's about
all we ever do.

I suppose lots of
married folks argue.

Mr. Brent?

Hmm?

I said, I suppose lots
of married folks argue.

Yeah, I suppose they do.

But, then, I suppose lots of
unmarried folks argue, too.

I suppose.

Well, are you
gonna tell me or not?

Tell you?

If you are, or you ain't?

If I are, or I ain't what?

Married.

Oh!

Ain't.

Oh.

Ain't.

How's your arm feel?

Almost as good as new.

Almost ain't enough.
Come on, I'll give
you a rubbing.

(LAUGHING)

You go out first.
I'll look the other way.

What for?

Well, I ain't never made no
bathing pants before and...

Some of the stitches
might have busted.

Every stitch present
and accounted for.

What are you
thinking about, Tammy?
Looking at me so?

How do you mean, "so"?

Well, like something
out of the woods,
wild and young and wise.

Like a woods owl, maybe.

It wouldn't be seemly,
I reckon, to tell you
what I was thinking.

Seemly? I thought that
word was buried
with Queen Victoria.

You're making fun
of me 'cause I ain't
had much schooling.

Oh, no, Tammy.
I just know about

living and dying
and getting born.

I don't know about loving.

Except the Bible kind
of loving your neighbor
and the Lord, thy God.

But I figure I can learn.

My arm feels fine now.

We'd better be moving on.

You sure you won't stay
a spell longer, huh?

Well, I wish I could,
but I have to let my
family know I'm alive.

I mean, they're used
to my disappearing,
but not for 10 days.

I guess you can't
hold back time,
any more than you can a river.

I'll sure miss you, Pete.

Well, now, aren't you
going to walk with me
to the edge of the swamp?

Grandpa'll show you the way.

I don't want to scatter
my goodbye through the swamp,
sort of trailing it out.

I'd rather hold it together.

I'll never
forget you, Tammy.

(BOAT WHISTLE BLOWING)

(SOBBING) Oh, Grandma!

I guess I shouldn't have
been in such an all-fired
hurry to restore his soul.

River's rising.
Look at it, Nan.

Stumbling all over itself
to get where it's going.

Oh, I wish we was
going someplace, too.

All these weeks

and he never even let us know
if he got home all right.

GRANDPA: Yoo-hoo!

Yoo-hoo!

Half an hour,
Brother Dinwoodie,
and no fooling, mind you.

Well, I've give you
my word, ain't I?

We'll wait right here.

What is it, Grandpa?
Who are those men?

Nothing to
fret about, child.

Come inside.

Tammy, child,
them men is from the law.

They were
taking you to jail!

Yeah, but there ain't no need
of getting het-up about it.

It ain't like I done a crime.

All I done was
make a little corn liquor.

So that's what you was
doing in the swamp!
Why'd you do it, Grandpa?

I wanted you to get
some schooling Tammy.
So you can make out

when your old Grandpa
ain't around to pester you.

Oh, Grandpa!

Tell you the truth, Tammy,
the years sort of slipped up
on me since Grandma died.

I kept thinking you was just
a mite of a thing that I could
take my time about schooling.

Then one day,
quicker than it
takes to say it,

you was all growed up.

On account of me!

Ain't no need for you
to hang your head

because of some fool law
they made up in Washington
about corn liquor.

Yes, Grandpa.

Maybe it was meant
for me to carry
the Word into prisons.

The Lord moves
in mysterious ways.
Don't forget that.

I won't, Grandpa.

And don't worry.
I'll take care of everything
till you come home.

You can't stay
here alone, child.
A young girl like you.

Now Pete and me had
a good talk before he left.

Pete?
He made me promise
to send you

to his house if
anything happened to me.

It's called Brentwood Hall
and it's just over
in the next county.

But, Grandpa! I can't go...

We can't stand here

like a couple of
billy goats chewing grass.

You're setting out
whilst the sun is still high,

and you're going
to Pete's house.
You understand?

Yes, Grandpa.

Now, you can go call
them men in. I see you
got plenty here for company.

(SIGHING)

Come on, now,
honey. Get in!

Oh, thank you!

Come on, Nan.

(BLEATING)

Oh, no, you don't!

But... But I...

Pete never
told us it was so...

So elegant.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(ALL GROANING)

Enough of that.

We need more rehearsing
on our pilgrimage dances.

(ALL MUTTERING)

Do we have to, Mrs. Brent?

We have two months
to get ready on this.

MRS. BRENT: I want this to be
the best dancing they've
had at any Rebel Ball

since the Natchez
pilgrimage began!

WOMAN: Where's Ernie?

WOMAN: Oh, he's late again.

I shouldn't have
picked a partner who
lives so far away.

You'd think
somebody'd tell her,
her shirt was sticking out.

MRS. BRENT:
Positions, everyone!
Come along. Come along.

Peter!

Take your partners.

Barbara.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

What took you so long, Ernie?

This place is
jam-packed full of goats.

Pink goats, Ernie?

No. I saw them, you hear?
I even smelled them!

Positions again! Positions!

Come here!

Pete's little goat girl.

Not so little.
He said she was a child.

Look at that outfit!

Hey, Pete.
Come out here.

A little young, but cute.

No wonder Pete was
in no hurry to come home.

Hey.

Tammy! Tammy. Tammy.

I'm beat for fair, Pete.

I walked all day.

Tammy.

Your grandfather?

Taken away.

Told me you said
I should come.

What in the world, Peter?
The child from the river?

Yes, Mother, it's Tammy.
Where shall I put her?

Her grandfather?

He's dead, I think.

Oh, the poor dear!

Put her in
Aunt Renie's studio.

Well, there's one, anyway!

I told you I smelled 'em!

My japonicas!

(EXCLAIMS)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

I'm coming!

Coming in just a minute!
Just a minute!

Good morning!

Good morning!

It's to wake you up,
an old Southern custom.

This is the jouncingest bed,
Pete! It's as good
as a joggling board!

Oh? What's a
joggling board?

Well, I ain't never
seen one, but I heard
tell it's like a bench

only you can jounce on it.

A little cream
and lots of sugar.

A joggling board, huh?
Well, what would
anyone use it for?

For courting.

Now, Tammy!

Why, you shouldn't
go around saying
things like that.

A fellow might think
you were trying to put
ideas into his head.

You can use it
to joggle a baby
to sleep on, too.

Oh, you can, huh?

Here.
Thank you.

Well, I've got to
go down now and see
how my garden's growing.

Your garden?

Yeah, a little bit
of experimental farming.

You see, I've got a crazy
notion maybe I can make
this old place pay for itself.

Ain't nothing crazy
about farming.

Well, that depends.

If my Brentwood Pride
Number 6 works out,
I'll agree with you.

If not...

What's a Brentwood Pride
Number 6?

Oh, that's something
I've been working on for
the past couple of years.

It's the biggest, plumpest,

reddest early-ripening tomato
in the whole state!

They ought to run at least
30,000 pounds to an acre!

Is that a lot?
Is it?

Well, you wait
till you see them.

Now, meanwhile,
that coffee'll have
to hold you.

No breakfast today.
The cook's temperamental.

Cook?

Yes, Osia.

You mean there's a woman
who comes and cooks?

When she's in the mood.

But your mother's
here and Miss Renie.

Oh, well, they
haven't touched a stove...

Say, didn't you have
an old wood burner
on the Ellen B.?

Tammy, would you
mind terribly...

Oh, no.

I'd be pleasured!

Saved from starvation!

There, you get out of that
relic of Aunt Renie's,
and I'll get the fire started.

This is the biggest kitchen
I ever seen, Pete!

(LAUGHING)

Where do you go for water?

Oh, you don't go,
Tammy. It arrives!

Mother wouldn't let us
lose any of our
pre-war atmosphere!

See? Man over nature.

Oh, it's a wonder!

It certainly is.

Oh, stop, Pete!
It's a-wasting!

Oh, I had no notion
you lived in such elegance.

Don't be taken in
by the glamorous past, Tammy.

If it weren't for the
pilgrimage money, we wouldn't
even get our taxes paid.

Pilgrimage money?

Yes. Once a year the
old homes around here are
opened up to the public.

We dress up in costumes of the
period and people come from
all over just to gawk at us

and they pay an admission fee,
just like in a circus.

And if they're lucky,
they might get to
attend the Rebel Ball.

What's that?

Oh, old-time dances
like we were
practicing last night.

That girl you were
dancing with last night.
She's Barbara, isn't she?

Yes, Barbara Gray.

She's mighty pretty.

It's no wonder she was
on your mind even when
you was out of your mind.

No bacon this morning, Osia.

The cook didn't come.

I fixed breakfast.

Tammy, isn't it?

I'm Professor Brent.

This is Mrs. Brent.

I know which is which.

Well, you really have
been making yourself
useful, haven't you?

Grandpa told me to.

We were sorry to hear
about your grandfather.

Well, I sure miss him.

I wish he could be waking
amongst flowers and angels,

but that's not likely.

You don't think
he is among angels?

Not where he's gone.

Oh, Nell's bells!
I forgot the toast!

Not a sign of proper grief!

(CAT MEOWING)

You're Tammy.

Morning.
I'm Miss Renie, Peter's aunt.

Good morning, ma'am.

Keep quiet, Picasso!

Do you like cats?

Sure do.

I have seven.

I have to keep
'em hidden while Ena,
that's Mrs. Brent, is here.

She hates 'em.

She does?

Mmm. My, that smells good.
I love to eat.

Hate cooking.
Never pass a kitchen
stove that I don't kick it.

Oh.

One more piece, please.

Picasso adores it.

Here you are.
Thank you.

Tammy, I sleep in the room
next to the studio.

That's nice.

I...

Well, I heard a man's voice
in there early this morning.

That was Pete.
He came in to make me welcome.

In your bedroom?

Yes. It's an old
Southern custom.

I guess I'm getting too old.

Oh, don't say
you're too old, Miss Renie!

Grandpa says you don't begin
to live till you're past 70!
That's when you're free.

How's that?

Well, you're free of all
desires of the flesh.

Did you hear that, Joel?

I'm not as old
as I thought I was.

I still have a taste for sin.

Aunt Renie!

No. Allow me.

Much obliged.
That was real mannerly.

What's that?

I'm much obliged
for you helping me sit.

Although I ain't too weakly
to hitch it in for myself.

That was merely
a slight gesture of respect.

Oh.

Good morning.

Good morning, dear.
Good morning, Pete.

I see you've all met Tammy.

Oh, it's merely a slight
gesture of respect.

Well, I wish you'd
let us know, Tammy,
about your grandfather.

Perhaps we could have helped.

Oh, it all happened
so fast, Pete.

Wasn't anything
could be done.

How long was he sick?

Sick? Oh, he
wasn't sick at all.

He said it was the Lord's will
and no sense in kicking.

I daresay that is
a comfort to you.

It is. And what's
more comfort is
knowing he won't

suffer anymore
from pains in his joints.

Maybe.

Maybe?

Well, we couldn't be sure,
but we figured the dry,
warm air would help ease him.

An extraordinary
sort of fundamentalism.

No, it's an unusual
sort of rheumatism.

Tammy, is or isn't
your grandfather dead?

Dead?

Oh, that would tickle
Grandpa for sure!

Well, if he isn't
in the lower regions,

where would he be
in this dry, warm air?

In jail.

Ena, your face!

Well, it isn't amusing.

It's dreadful.
It's shocking!

Mother!

Oh, it isn't shocking.

Grandpa never did
a shocking thing
in all his born days.

It's a matter of
personal freedom.

And some fool law
they made up in
Washington about corn liquor.

Corn liquor!

And me, the
Corresponding Secretary of
the Ladies' Temperance League!

Mother, I'm sure that...

I reckon you don't want
anybody around who's
kin to somebody in jail.

So I thank you for the night's
lodging and I'll be going.

Tammy! Tammy!

She didn't mean it that way.

It's just that we were
so certain he was dead,
we were startled.

Tammy, I want you
to stay, very much.

You do?

Just as long
as you want to.

And that goes for me.

And when Grandpa
gets out of jail,
he'll be welcome, too.

Maybe Mrs. Brent won't...

This house is mine,
as long as I'm alive.

And I've been
feeling healthier every
minute since you got here.

When I was on the Ellen B.,
Pete, seemed like
I had everything figured.

But here, out in the world,
it's all mixed up.

I can't make folks out.

Well, who can?

You'll get onto it, child.
More's the pity.

Come on, Tammy.
I want to show you my farming.

And there's Nan
waiting to be milked.

Gosh almighty!
I forgot all about
milking Nan!

I better go drain her off
before she busts a gusset!

Grandpa says when
you've got troublesome
things on your mind,

it's best to talk 'em out.

I'm trying to picture Barbara
sitting here milking a goat.

Ain't nothing hard
about milking. The goat
does most of the work.

(CHUCKLING)

Well, Barbara's
got some funny notions
about living on a farm.

You two fixing on
getting married real soon?

That depends on
when we get our
problems ironed out.

Barbara wants to live
in the city, but I don't.

I'm gonna
convince her, though,

we can have just as many
comforts and luxuries here.

There, Nan.
That ought to
hold you for awhile.

No sense stripping her dry.

You know...

Adam and Eve had
the whole Garden of Eden.

And they wasn't satisfied.

Oh, well, this is no
Garden of Eden, Tammy.

When they farmed this place,
they didn't know about

soil conservation
or crop rotation.

The land's all washed out.

Oh, it's such a place
as I used to dream of,
Pete, living on the river.

It's set well
on solid ground,

with rooms for living
and cooking and to
put the children in and...

And ground for farming and a
garden and space for chickens.

Why, there's nobody
could ask for more than that!

Food, shelter, love,
children and chickens!

Tammy, is the whole
world crazy, or is it you?

And me, listening,
almost believing?

Here, let's leave
the pail here.

I'll show you the
big experiment. It's right
around behind the barn.

Where's the rest of 'em?

That's all there are.

I thought you said
30,000 pounds an acre.

There ain't hardly enough
here for a good salad.

That comes later.
I'm raising these for seed.

Oh.

Look at it!
It seems fair itching
to grow for you, Pete.

I hope so.

Number 5 was doing all
right, though, until a late
cold spell finished them off.

Well, don't you think you set
these out a mite too early?

Well, that's just it.
You see, I'm after a new
type of plant, Tammy.

Sturdy, wilt-resistant.

Something that'll be strong
enough to withstand anything
this climate has to offer.

See, then I can get
to the market weeks
before any other grower.

Sounds real exciting.

Make enough money from seed
for farming equipment,

then I'll put all our land
under cultivation

and make Brentwood Hall
self-sustaining again.

Like it was in the old days.

I know you'll do it, Pete.

If it isn't Number 6,
then maybe it'll be Number 7.

I wish Mother and Barbara
shared your confidence, Tammy.

They think all this
is just a waste of time.

Nell's bells, Pete!

You got to do what you
figure is best, and leave
the rest to the Lord.

I envy those
who can do it. Can you?

Mostly I do,
but it ain't always easy.

Like Grandpa says, folks
used to leave a few things
in the hands of the Lord,

like the last day and the
end of the world. Now they
took it on themselves.

That's how come
everyone's so unsure.

They don't trust each other
or themselves like they
used to trust the Lord!

Oh, Tammy!
I'm glad you're around.

Everything looks much better
when you're here.

Come on.

(SINGING)
I hear the cottonwoods
whispering above

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's in love

The old hootie owl
hootie-hoos to the dove

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's in love

Does my lover feel what I feel
when he comes near?

My heart beats so joyfully

You'd think that he could hear

Wish I knew if he knew

what I'm dreaming of

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's in love

That was very nice,
Tammy. Don't stop.

Whippoorwill, whippoorwill
You and I know

Tammy, Tammy

Can't let him go

The breeze from the bayou
keeps murmuring low

Tammy, Tammy

You love him so

When the night is warm,
soft and warm

I long for his charms

I'd sing like a violin

If I were in his arms

Wish I knew if he knew

what I'm dreaming of

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's in love

Just think, Miss Renie,
that same moon, shining
on me this very minute,

is shining down
on Pete's tomatoes.

Now, don't forget, Osia!
Behind the stove
and all the corners!

Yes'm.

Ena, if you ask me,
all this cleaning a month in
advance is a waste of time.

Brentwood Hall
must be spotless.

Our reputation is at stake.

Oh, fiddlesticks!

If we'd just leave
the blinds shut like
we do the rest of the year,

nobody'd see the dust!

I don't care how
you keep house the
rest of the year, Renie,

but Pilgrimage Week
is my responsibility!

I leave it to you
with pleasure.

Come, Picasso!

Tied down to this place
all my life. Never could
do the things I wanted to!

What is it you were always
wanting to do, Miss Renie?

Paint!

You've seen
my paintings, Tammy.
What do you think of 'em?

Well, I think...

On second thought,
you better not answer that!

If it hadn't been
for this place,

I could've lived
in New Orleans
in the French Quarter.

An exciting, unfrustrated,
bohemian life!

You could still do it.

Now? I'm too old.
Besides, I can't afford it.

I been here nigh
onto a month and I still
can't figure you folks out.

Y'all talk so poor
when you've got so much!

MRS. BRENT: Oh, Tammy!

Excuse me.

Tammy, would you mind
dusting off the top shelves?

I don't think I can manage.

I'd be pleasured,
Mrs. Brent.

Thank you.

Every year the same
argument, Joel.

Renie doesn't realize
I do all of this for Peter.

He has a position
to maintain.

If I was the Lord, I reckon
I could nigh onto make a
man out of this much dust!

And coming off books,
he'd more'n likely
be a learned man.

Joel, you shouldn't sit
in here with all this dust.

Well, he likely
don't notice it.

A man's got more hair in his
nose than a woman and he
don't breathe it like we do.

Tammy.

We do not discuss
the hair in a man's nose.

Oh. I'm sorry, Mrs. Brent.

Gosh almighty!

It says here
a human's entrails is
around 30 feet long!

Tammy.

Yes, ma'am?

Please come down here.

Yes, ma'am.

Now, listen to me
carefully, Tammy.

A lot of important people
will be visiting us
during Pilgrimage Week.

You often say things,
unexpected things,
that can upset people.

So between now and then
would you please learn
not to talk too much?

That's all I ask of you.

Tammy, she didn't mean
to be sharp with you.

There were times when she was
sweet and gentle, like you.

And there was laughter
in her voice.

That was a long time ago.

Professor Brent.

Yes?

Could you...

Do you think I could learn
to talk so's it wouldn't sound
different from other folks?

Well, that's one
of the things that
can be learned, Tammy.

But there is one thing
that can't be.

To have something
worth saying when you do talk.

Oh, that's a thousand times
more important.

But that's something
you have, Tammy.

That's something you have.

You reckon?

I reckon.

Miss Tammy, telephone.

Oh, it must be Grandpa!

Must be he's dead
or something!

If he's telephoning,
he isn't dead,
that's for sure!

What's the matter?
Has the phone gone dead?

It hasn't spoken yet.

ERNIE: Hello, Tammy?

Hello, Grandpa?

Grandpa?

Grandpa?

It must be the life I lead!

No, this is Ernie.

It ain't Grandpa,
dead or alive!
It's somebody named Ernie.

We've already met.
Rather informally.

I'm driving out
that way today.

If you're half as interesting
as Pete says you are,

we could sure have
a lot of fun together.

I'd like that!

Good. I'll pick you
up in an hour.

We'll drive over here
to Fairville and
paint the town red!

Fine!

Did Ernie invite you out?

Yes. We're gonna have some fun
painting houses or something.

Tammy, we think
the world of Ernie.

He's Peter's best friend.

But his idea of fun...

Well, it may not be
altogether desirable.

You mean it might be
of a carnal nature?

Hi, sugar. Hop in.

You Ernie?

Nobody else but.

Say, you're even cuter
with your eyes open.

I'll be right back.

This is like riding
in Elijah's chariot of fire.

Like going to heaven
in a whirlwind.

Speaking of heaven,
it must have been
real cozy for you and Pete

all alone on that boat.

Yes, it was.

I'll bet he didn't
waste much time.

No, he didn't.

How do you like that guy?
Real cute!

Yes, very.

Well, how about
a little smooch
for Pete's best friend?

Smooch?

Oh, you mean you
want me to kiss you!

Well, no sense letting
a beautiful, secluded
spot like this go to waste.

That wouldn't be seemly.

Oh, it's Pete!

Yes, so it is.

Come out of the car, Tammy.

Well, but I...

What's the big idea, Pete?

What's eating you, anyway?

I don't like you taking
off with Tammy like this.

Oh, stop acting
like an angry father.

Tammy's my responsibility!
That means hands off.

Suppose you
listen to me, Pete.

I stepped aside for you once.

Not that you
asked me to, but...
Well, I did.

I'm not doing it again.

Just because you're
marking time, getting all your
psychological knots untied,

don't think the rest of us
are going to sit around
twiddling our thumbs.

We've been friends
for a long time, Ernie.
Let's keep it that way.

So long, sugar.
I've got to go get
my horns manicured.

Are you mad at Ernie
on account of me?

You wouldn't understand,
Tammy.

I wish you'd stop
thinking I'm a child.
I'm old enough!

Old enough for what?

To know what's what.

Well, if you're so anxious
to take a drive to town,
you tell me!

All right,
I'm telling you now!

All right!

Tammy, I'm...
I'm sorry, Pete.

Oh, you look funny
when you're mad.

Well, so do you.

I still don't see what's
so wrong about me
going out with Ernie.

Well, you...

You see, you've lived
a sheltered life
on the river, Tammy.

You don't know about wolves
on the make.

Wolves on the make?

Yes. They all have
the same old routine.

First, an arm around you,
and then the old line begins.

Line?

Yes.

You're wonderful, Tammy.

I'm crazy about you.

You are?

Well, that's the line.

Oh. You better please
show me the rest, just so's
I can protect myself.

Well...

From the first
moment I met you,

I said, "This is it.

"The real thing!
You're not like the others.
You're different."

And then the
next thing you know,
I try to kiss you.

Oh, we'd better
get into Fairville.
It's a long drive.

Oh, such a power of people!

All going
somewheres they ain't.

Come on.
I'll buy you a soda.

No soda.
My stomach's all right.

Your stomach?

Grandpa always
took soda when his
innards were disquieted.

You'll like this kind, Tammy.

Like the soda?

Mmm.

Tickled with a straw!

Never knew what
that meant till now.

How about the hot dog?

"Hot dog"?

Is that what they are?

Oh, is something wrong?

No. I...

I reckon there's lots
of things I ain't... I'm not
rightly acquainted with.

I've had enough, thank you.

Thank you.

It's a wonder
how many bottles they got!

Must be living in town
makes people sickly.

This reminds me of Barbara.

I don't know what she calls it,
but it sure stinks.

Sort of hangs on like a spirit
haunting some place
when the body's gone.

Oh. You're too free
with your money! Look what
you forgot on the counter!

Oh, thanks.

(HUMMING)

(EXCLAIMS)

Sure have a lot of
contraptions for sick folks!

Whatever is that?

Well, to put it delicately...

No, there's just no
way of putting it
delicately. Come on.

(SCREAMS)

Gosh almighty!

Oh! Oh, it's a false figure!

Oh, I declare I've seen
so many wonders today, I...

I couldn't be more amazed
if it had been a live one!

Well, that would
have amazed me, too.

Say, you know?
It might be a
good thing at that!

What?

Well, not if folks really
went around naked,
but if they just remembered

they was naked underneath,

might make 'em be less apt
to starting wars all the time!

Now how'd you start
thinking about that?

Well, then they'd
know every minute
they weren't anything

but blood and bones and flesh
and purely mortal.

Oh, Tammy, the things that
go through your mind!

I know.
Your pa says
it's a virgin page.

Know something, Tammy?
I'm having fun for the
first time in a long while.

Oh, I'm glad, Pete!

I reckon all the folks
at Brentwood Hall
would have more fun

if they didn't go around
feeling scared all the time.

Scared?

Miss Renie, she's scared
to do the things
she always wanted to do.

Your Pa, he's afeard of
coming out of his books,
seeing the world.

He's a fox dug himself a hole.

If he'd come out of his hole,
maybe your ma
wouldn't be so scared.

Mother? Why, most people
are afraid of her.

Oh, she's the most
scared of all, Pete.

Oh, now!

That's why she keeps
plucking at things around her.

Now what would Mother
be afraid of?

Well, it's dying
she's scared of.

And me?
What am I afraid of?

You?

Well, Pete, you're scared
of being a failure.

You're worried for fear
things might not turn
out the way you want.

You're like driftwood
out in the river, with the
current pulling one way

and the eddy going another.

Driftwood.
Is that what I am?

I reckon so.

Till you come out of puzzling
and take up your life.

Yes, I have been driftwood
ever since the war.

You make it sound so
darned simple, Tammy!

(CHUCKLES)

I tell you what.

Why don't you
help me to do the things
I really want to do?

Help me to find myself?

Oh, Pete! I'd be
pleasured for sure!

Okay.

Tammy...
Don't worry, Pete.

I'm not a wolf on the make!

Or am I?

"After my last sermon,
the judge was all for
cutting my sentence short.

"But your Grandpa's in
no hurry to leave this place.

"It's the first time
I ever had a gathering

"that couldn't walk out on me.

"Besides, I haven't had
a single twinge of rheumatism

"and I reckon that after
this tussle with that
fool law in Washington,

"everything is
gonna be all right.

"Love, Grandpa."

(CAR HONKING)

Oh, I guess they've come.

That's Barbara and her uncle!

Okay. Come on,
we'd better get cleaned up.

You bring in the bags?

Yes, sir.

And Peter has always had
such tremendous admiration

for your great success,
Mr. Bissle.

I know he's going to...
Peter!

Come on in
and meet Uncle Al.

Well, here he is.

Well, well, well!
So you're Peter!

Delighted, my boy.
Thank you, sir.

He seems to be
all that you claimed, Barbara.

Ah! And is this the
daughter of the house?

Oh, no, sir. I'm only
staying here until
Grandpa gets out of jail.

I'm sure you'll like
Osia's cooking, Mr. Bissle.
Especially her spoon bread.

Mr. Bissle, I'd like you
to meet a friend
who is staying with us.

May I present
Miss Tambrey Tyree.

How do you do?
I'm pleasured.

Barbara tells me you're
anxious to break into
the advertising business.

Well, frankly, Mr. Bissle,
that depends on whether or not

I can make
Brentwood Hall
self-sustaining.

An admirable bit
of sentiment, my boy.

But in this world,
ham and eggs are more
important than sentiment.

This place has had its day.

Oh, I'm not so sure
about that, Mr. Bissle.

Oh, it's all right
as a curiosity.
A relic of the past.

But nowadays, you've
got to look to the future.

Move with the tide if you
ever hope to become rich.

Pete's already rich with all
this good land just
itching to grow things.

(MR. BISSLE LAUGHING)

My dear child,
I saw this "good land"
as I drove up.

Furrowed and hilly.

Probably played out years ago.

Anyone with land is rich.

Really, Tammy!

It ain't like the river
that flows away underfoot.

It's always here,
solid and secure.

It's like Grandpa always says.

There's two ways in which
man comes nigh onto
doing the work of God,

the bringing of life.

One's in the growing of
things out of the soil,

and the other's
in having children.

Naturally you're an
expert on both, Tammy.

Well, I...

(STAMMERING)

That Barbara! She don't have
the least notion how to love
one man and no other.

If she did, she'd want to do
what's best for Pete,

and not what's
easiest for her.

If I was as pretty as Barbara,
know what I'd do?

I'd stop her from
ruining Pete's life

somehow.

(BLEATING)

Yes, I would!

(MOANING)

Shh!

You didn't come back.
I was worried about you.

Oh, Nan and I was just kind
of talking things over.
I guess I fell asleep.

Well, you can just tell
Nan she doesn't need
to worry any longer.

I've turned down
Mr. Bissle's offer.

Oh, I'm glad, Pete.

Well, I only wish that
Mother and Barbara
felt that way.

I know how it is
with you, Pete.

You feel for people,
and that's why they can
pull you this way and that.

And when you love 'em
and you can't go
their way, it hurts.

You're a funny one.

You're so wise
and yet so young.

I'm not so young!
And I wish you wouldn't
keep a-saying it!

All right, old lady.
Now, off to bed with you.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Come in.

What in the world's this?

Thought you might like
your breakfast brung up,
you being a guest.

Battercakes, sausages,
molasses and coffee.

Never take anything
but dry toast and coffee.
Indigestion.

Probably poisonous
to the liver.

I made 'em myself.

The cook was busy.

I suppose I should eat them

now that you brought 'em.

Might as well eat.
Couldn't sleep a wink.

Why? Something wrong
with the bed?

No, not the bed.

That young fool, Peter,
turning down my offer to
remain in a place like this.

Pete's not a fool!
He's wonderful!

Sit down, girl.

Not bad.

Just how wonderful
is this Pete?

The most wonderful there is.

Thought my niece had
a mortgage on him.

She wants him, if that's
what you mean. For richer,
but not for poorer.

Can't blame her.
In this world you gotta
look out for number one.

Not when you're supposed
to be in love.

(SCOFFS) Love's a disease.

Ain't you never
loved a woman?

Too busy getting where I am.

A man travels faster
when he travels alone.

It's a curious thing
to see a man alone.

Alone with nothing to show
for his life but indigestion.

Well, I got to go now.

Don't you want a tip?

Tip?

Money for extra service.
It's customary.

Well, I...

Gosh almighty!
The money Pete left
in the drugstore!

I bet he's been laughing
at me all the time.

Get my pants.

All right.

The ones on the end.

MRS. BRENT: Tammy!

Oh, just a minute.
Just a minute.

I'll be right down,
just as soon as I give
Mr. Bissle his pants.

Tammy, come down at once.

In a minute.
He's gonna give me some money.

Joel, did you hear?

And Mr. Bissle, of all people!

Now, Ena, I'm sure
it's nothing at all.

Nothing!
How can you say that,
Joel, when you...

Look! Mr. Bissle gave me
a half a dollar just
for bringing up his breakfast.

It's called a tip.

Excuse me.

What's wrong, Osia?

Every year,
come Pilgrimage Week.
Same old thing.

I figured you'd be
excited with all them
visitors coming today.

It's this here
slave-time bandana
Miss Brent makes me wear.

Pete told me everybody's
going back into old times,
dressing like other days.

Yeah, I know,
but a bandana
don't let no air in.

Your brains circulate better
when they ain't so confined.

Oh!

I ain't never seen anything
so pretty in all my born days.

It's like a blue cloud.

Ah, that Miss Barbara.

She don't wear
nothing but the best.

Must be pure silk for sure.

Well, Miss Tammy,
you bring your dress here,
and after I hang this up

I'll come in and
iron it for you.

Well I, I reckon this here
suits me better
than anything fancy.

I ain't a fancy person.

Wouldn't be no use putting on.

No, ma'am.
You ain't fancy, Miss Tammy.
You ain't silk or satin.

But you're pure 100%,
whatever you is!

Oh, hello, Miss Renie.

Ain't that something!

You look beautiful,
Miss Renie.

You don't need
to be polite, Tammy.

Let's just say it's artistic.

I designed it myself.

I have to have a little fun.

You look like
the Queen of Sheba!

Well, that's something,
anyhow.

Now, you come with me.

I've got just the thing
for you to wear.

For me?

But nobody said anything
about me dressing up.

Well, I'm saying it now.

Come on, child.
Don't keep the
Queen of Sheba waiting.

(GASPING)

Wow.

It's beautiful!

These things were
Grandmother Cratcher's.

She was Peter's
great grandmother.

This is a comb she wore.

You must wear your hair
like her portrait.

Ena won't have it downstairs,
not glamorous enough.

She walked barefoot beside
her father's wagon
all the way from Virginia.

They were robbed on the way
by some bandits.

There was nothing left
but the cow and
a few chickens.

That's too bad.

And then one day, she came
to this house to sell eggs.

My grandfather saw her
and fell in love
with her on sight.

They were married
the next day.

And lived happily ever after.
It's like a fairy tale!

I didn't know I was
going to dress up
from the skin out,

drawers and everything.

Nice lines.

I never would have
suspected it in those things
you've been wearing.

Now then, the dress.

Oh.

Here...

(GROANING)

Here we come.
Oh, Miss Renie!

Isn't it lovely?
Now, step into it.

Don't bust it.
Careful. Now.

Now, put your arm
in the sleeve. There!

Now, tuck those under.

Better not eat with this on.

You have to make
sacrifices for beauty.

Pull in!
Pull in harder. There!

Do I look all right?

See for yourself.

Oh!

I never seen my figure out
so plain to be seen.

Is it decent?

It's charming.

Do I look growed?

Definitely,
and the word is grown.

Now then, some lipstick.

There, now.

Now, I'm going to get
downstairs and watch their
faces, especially Peter's.

I never did think
Barbara was right for him
in the first place.

Oh, Miss Renie!

I could just lie down
and die of pure pleasure!

Now, remember, no shoes.

I can't wait!

Come on, Picasso.

(MEOWING)

Can't understand it.

Two stacks of battercakes
and no indigestion.

My doctors told me...

(EXCLAIMS)

I come from Virginny, sir.

I've been walking all the way
alongside the wagon, ox-drawn.

I've been sleeping
on the ground by night
and walking all the day.

I come to this great house
to sell fresh eggs,
a-toting 'em in my bonnet.

Oh, won't you come in.

We have need of eggs.

It would pleasure
me, sir, for sure.

Did you hear that, Ena?
Sounds authentic.

May I present
Great Grandmother Cratcher,
just come from Virginny

to take the pilgrimage.

Of course, these people
aren't born yet,
but they don't know it.

Now I know why my grandfather
fell in love with her.

It's that dress.
It's so quaint and charming.

You mean Tammy's charming.

Do you think
I look growed? Grown?

I can't believe it, Tammy.

I kept thinking right along
you were hardly more than...

I have an idea.

You've been worried about
Tammy's speech, Ena.

Why not let her continue
to be Grandmother Cratcher,
or anyone else of the period?

Splendid!

It would cover
any mistakes in grammar.

Do you think
you could do that, Tammy?

What? Oh, yes'm.
I won't be shy of folks if I'm
pretending I'm someone else.

Well, then, that's settled.
It'll be a relief...

Barbara! How lovely!

You look simply
breathtaking, my dear!

Oh, how sweet of you.

You'll be the envy of
every girl at the Rebel Ball!

Don't you think so,
Mr. Bissle?

Not a doubt of it!

PETER:
You do look lovely, Barbara.

Lovely is hardly the word.

Now's your chance to get
Peter to change his mind

about the
advertising business, Barbara.

I don't think any man
could say no to a girl who
looks like that, eh, Peter?

Peter?

Oh, it wouldn't be easy, sir.

Care to
wet your whistle, ma'am?
Like to cool your throat, sir?

No, thank you.

You are now in the main part
of the house, built in 1832.

And this is the library.

You'll notice the
original wood paneling's
done by a slave artist.

And over here,
if you'll just
step this way...

And remember, gentlemen,
the mint must be crushed
slowly and gently.

Care to wet your whistle, sir?

These masterpieces
were all painted
by a slave artist.

Each one is a work of genius.

The owners might be tempted
to part with one or two
of 'em, at a price.

This silver was
the old judge's
gift to his bride

and the plates came from Paris
to match the dinner service.

Care to cool
your throat, ma'am?

Oh, no, thank you.

That's a lovely gown
you're wearing.

It was made in Virginny.

My mammy sewed it for me
with a needle and fine thread.

She made it strong
for lasting because it was
a far piece to come.

I'd like to hear about that.

Do you mind?

No. Not at all.

We came a-walking all the way,
with the wagon creaking loud

and the oxen moving slow.

We come over the mountains
and down by the trace.

Mammy and Pappy and me,
and one crawling babe
that had to be toted

and some odd-sized sisters,
two or three.
That's how we come.

Anyone in the mood
for a drink?

Please go on. What happened?

A sight of strange
things happened.

Powerful strange.

My pappy was a musical man.

He had him an old board
fiddle strung with hairs
from a horse's tail.

His music was so sweet,
it drawed the birds
down from the trees.

And they flew along with us,
singing before and behind.

That's what brought
us our grief.

Howdy, folks! Help yourselves!

Well, tell us
some more, sister.

How could the birds
make you trouble?

Well, there was a robber
in that country went
by a musical name.

Played the harp like an angel.
And they called
him Little Harp.

Now, he noted the birds
was all a-leaving him.

The mocking bird, the jay,
the little brown thrush
and the sparrow,

till the only thing left
was the buzzards.

When they lit out,
he followed through the swamp

till he came to the
edge of the trace.

And there was all
the birds a-roosting
whilst we was a-sleeping!

It were in the middle
of the night by then and
the campfire burning low.

We lay on our
blankets sleeping.

Mammy and Pappy and me
and one crawling baby
that had to be toted

and some odd-sized sisters,
two or three.

Now, Pappy used to
hide his bag of gold

in the same leather bag
that he used for
toting his fiddle.

And Little Harp sneaked in
whilst we slept and
stole the leather bag!

That's how Little Harp
not only burgled Pappy's
horse-hair fiddle

but stole our treasure
and left us all
a-weeping with nothing,

excepting this family gown
my mammy fashioned for me.

Well, I...

I reckon that's all
the telling of it.

You haven't told how you came
to live in this house.

That part was nigh
onto a miracle for sure.

We were penniless, but we made
out by nipping and tucking
and selling fresh eggs.

Then one day,
I come up the driveway yonder

wearing this very gown,
for I owned no other.

I was toting fresh eggs
in my bonnet.

I come up the
driveway singing.

And the young man
of the house, he come out

and he took me by the hand
and he said,

"I'll take the eggs,
I'll take the bonnet,

"I'll take the gown
and what's in it."

And he kissed me
then and there!

And he made me
into a fine lady

and he carved this comb
for my hair.

That's how I come
to this great house,

and how I lived here
happily ever after.

Tammy, it was
just like a song.
Every word of it.

You wasn't weary
of listening, Pete?

Oh, no!

Tammy, I don't know
how to say this.

Up until today, I...

Peter?

Would you mind
helping me with my group?

Of course not, Barbara.

Excuse us.

Tammy, you were great.

Oh, thanks, Ernie.

Care to wet your whistle?

No, thanks!
Not with that stuff!

Listen, Tammy, the last time
I invited you out it was,
well, for laughs.

But if you'd go out
with me again,
it would be different.

Dinner, dancing.
Anything you want.

That other time, Ernie,
when Pete showed up,

you said you stepped
aside for him once.

Did you mean Barbara?

Yes. But when I saw
it was Pete all the way,
I stepped out of the picture.

Then it wouldn't be right,
you and me going out together.

Why not?

I promise I'll wear
my shiniest halo.

No, Ernie.

You'd be wishing all the time
I was Barbara. And I'd be
wishing you was Pete.

It wouldn't be no fun.

Pete?

So that's how it is.

Mmm-hmm.

That's how it is.

Well, Tammy,
I guess you're right.

It wouldn't be no fun.

Oh, care to cool
your throat, sir?

Oh, thanks.

That sure was
a cute skit, miss.

Where'd you get your material?

Material?

The story you were telling.

I got some of it
from Miss Renie

and I tacked it onto one
of Grandpa's old stories.

Grandpa? Well, then,
you're a relative
of the Brent's, huh?

Oh, no, I'm only
staying here until
Grandpa gets out of jail.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

It's no use, Tammy!

No!
They're done for!

No, no, Pete!
There's gotta be some left!
There's bound to be!

Why did it have to
come like this, Pete? Why?

It just did.

Maybe there!
Along the side of the barn!

Please, God,
let there be some!
He's gotta have 'em!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Never mind, Tammy!

We can set 'em
out again, Pete! The sun'll
bring 'em back to life!

If they got any innards,
they'll make out!

I'm slow at figuring
things out, Tammy,

but this is plain enough
even for me to understand!

I was crazy to think
I could make this
place pay for itself!

Don't give up, Pete!
You mustn't!

You told me once I was
afraid of being a failure!

Well, you're right!

No! Can't you see, Pete?

You're just one of a line
that goes back beyond
the time of knowing!

A line of people that ever
wrestled with the earth
to get their living from it!

You can't feel
like a failure, Pete,
when you're part of a line!

Thanks, Tammy.

I guess I'm just
still driftwood.

Hey, you're cold.
Better go in.

Well, I'll be along
in a minute. I want to
see if Nan's all right.

Oh, Nan!

(SOBBING)

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Bissle.

Good morning.
Help yourself.

Thank you...

Ahhh.

I thought that was quite
a successful opening for
Pilgrimage Week, Mrs. Brent.

Yes. Last night
went off splendidly,
thanks to Tammy.

Quite a hail storm, too.

Fortunately it did no damage.

I wonder.

I have some wonderful
news, Mr. Bissle.

Peter has decided
to accept your offer.

A wise decision, my boy.

Barbara will be delighted!

As I was saying to her
only last night...

Good morning.

Oh, good morning.
Good morning, Aunt Renie.

Joel...

How do you think I'll look
with a short haircut and
a long cigarette holder?

What? I don't follow you.

Tammy has made
my mind up for me.

Come the end of
Pilgrimage Week,
I'm moving to New Orleans.

I'm going to do
nothing but paint.

If Grandma Whozitz
can do it, I can.

What about Brentwood Hall?

Ena, if Peter doesn't
want it, I'm gonna sell it.
Even to a Yankee.

Oh, I wouldn't be
in a hurry to sell,
if I were you, Miss Renie.

That's quite an
about-face, isn't it?

Yes, I guess it is...

But seeing this place
come to life for a
few hours last night,

watching Tammy,
like a ghost out of the past,
with all the warmth

and charm of a
more leisurely era,
made me realize something.

She called me a lonely
old man with nothing to show
for my life but indigestion.

In a way, she was right.

Seems as if Tammy's had quite
an influence on all of us.

She opened my eyes
to a lot of things.

Made me realize that
I'd been running away,
hiding myself.

When you needed me most, Ena,
I failed you.

Excuse me, folks.

Miss Tammy's took off.

I checked her room
and her things are gone.

The goat, too!

Peter! Peter, wait!

Peter!

Just where do you
think you're going?

To bring her back.

You'll do nothing
of the sort.

It's my fault she left.
I let her down,

disappointed and hurt.

I know, but you'll
only make it worse.

If you don't know by now
that Tammy's in love with you,

you're just plain stupid,
Peter. Even for a man.

You'll only break
her heart again by
bringing her back.

Unless, of course,
you're ready to do
something about it.

Have you seen
this morning's paper?

Well, you'll have to
excuse me, Barbara. Hi, Ernie.

Hi.
You'd better look at it.

What've you got
to say about that?

That's a good picture
of Tammy, isn't it?

You won't treat it so lightly
when you read what it says.

"At Brentwood Hall,
an original touch was added to
the usual pilgrimage routine

"in a charming sketch
by Miss Tambrey Tyree...

"...romantic story
explained her presence
at Brentwood Hall.

"It has to do with
her daring river rescue
of Peter Brent."

I don't see
anything so terrible
about that, Barbara.

The Pilgrimage could do
with a little publicity.

Read the rest of it.

"Her grandfather,
John Dinwoodie, now an
inmate of Forestville Jail,

"preaches daily to
his fellow prisoners.

"Brother John claims to be
the victim of a law
unfavorable to human freedom

"especially with reference
to the making of corn liquor."

That's Grandpa, all right.

Well, I don't think your
little goat girl is going
to be around very long

when your mother reads that.

Tammy's gone.
She left last night.

Well, it's just as well.

She'll be a lot happier
back on the river.

Yeah, I'm sure she will.

But will I?

What are you getting at, Pete?

Barbara, we've both refused
to face something we've
known for a long time.

We don't have the right
kind of love for each other.

Not the kind of love
Tammy calls the
"till-death-do-us-part" kind.

Tammy again?

Yes, Tammy again.

She's made me realize that
when people are really in love

they should be willing
to make sacrifices
for each other.

And that's what's missing
between you and me.

You're in love with her!

I reckon I'll just get
lonesomer and lonesomer for
the rest of my living days.

You don't ever have to be
lonesome again, Tammy.

Now, what would
you know about love, Nan?
You're only a...

Peter!

Oh, Peter!

GRANDPA: Yoo-hoo!

That's Grandpa!

Yes. You see, after you left,
I stopped by
the jail to talk to him

and there were
so many people trying to
get in to hear his sermon,

they just had to kick him out.

He's waiting at the
edge of the swamp.

Waiting? Why doesn't
he come on over?

Well, I told him you and I
had some unfinished business.