Well, you don't say!
All right! All right! Let's don't go into it.
What I got to tell ya is this.
Don't try to park in town tonight. Just go right on out to that camp.
If I catch ya in town after dark, I got to lock ya up.
- But-But what we gonna do? - Well, Pop, that just ain't up to me.
I don't mind tellin' you, the guy they ought to lock up...
is the guy that sent them things out.
How many, folks?
One.
Sure don't look none too prosperous.
Want to go somewhere's else?
On a gallon of gas?
Let's set up the tent, and maybe I can fix some stew.
I could break up some brush if you want me, ma'am.
You want to be asked to eat, don't ya?
- Yes, ma'am. - Didn't ya have no breakfast?
No, ma'am. There ain't no work hereabouts.
Pa's in tryin' to sell some stuff to get gas so's we can get along.
Didn't none of these have no breakfast?
I did. Me and my brother did.
- We et good. - Well, you ain't hungry then, are ya?
We et good.
Well, I'm glad some of ya ain't hungry...
because there won't be enough to go around.
Aw, he was braggin'. Know what he done?
Last night, come out and say they got chicken to eat.
Well, sir, I looked in whilst they was a-eatin'...
and it was fried dough just like everybody else.
Ma, how 'bout it?
Well, I don't know what to do.
I've got to feed the family, and what am I gonna do about all of these here?
Give this to Ruthie.
Yeah.
There you are, John.
Here, Tom. You take it. I ain't hungry.
- What do ya mean? You ain't et today. - I know.
But I got a stomachache. I ain't hungry.
- Take that plate in the tent, and you eat it. - Wouldn't be no use.
I'd still see them in the tent.
You git. Go on now, git!
You ain't doin'no good. They ain't enough for youse anyway.
Go on... now.
We can't send 'em away.
Here. Take your plates and go inside.
Now, look, all you little fellers.
You each go and get ya a nice flat stick...
and I'll put what's left for ya, huh?
Now, git!
I don't know whether I'm doin' right or not.
Get inside! Get inside everybody, and stay inside.
Lady's gonna feed us! Get yourself a tin can!
Aw, you're takin'too much.
You men want to work?
Sure, we want to work. Where's it at?
Tavares County. Fruit's openin' up.
- Need a lot of fruit pickers. - You doin' the hirin'?
Well, I'm contractin' the land.
- What ya payin'? - Well, can't tell exactly yet.
- About 30 cents, I guess. - Why can't you tell?
- You took the contract, didn't you? - That's true.
But it's keyed to the price. Might be a little more, might be a little less.
All right, mister. I'll go.
You just show us your license to contract...
then you make out a order... where and when and how much you gonna pay...
- and you sign it, and we'll go. - Now, listen, smart guy.
I'll run my business my own way.
I got work. If you want to take it, okay.
If not, just sit here, that's all.
Twice now, I fell for that line.
Maybe he needs a thousand men.
So he get's 5,000 there, and he'll pay 15 cents an hour.
And you guys'll have to take it, because you'll be hungry.
If he wants to hire men, let him write it out and say what he's gonna pay.
Ask to see his license.
He ain't allowed by law to contract men without a license.
Hey, Joe.
Agitator.
Ever see this guy before?
Seems like I have.
Seems like I seen him hangin' around that used car lot that was busted into.
Yep, that's the fella. Get in this car.
- You got nothin' on him. - Open your trap again, and you'll go too.
Now, you fellas don't want to listen to troublemakers.
You better pack up and come on up to Tavares County.
Come on, you.
Gimme that gun.
Now get out of here. Go down in the willows and wait.
- I ain't gonna run. - Why, the- the sheriff, he's seen ya, Tom!
You want to be fingerprinted? Do you want to get sent back for breakin' parole?
- I guess you're right. - Hide in the willows.
If it's all right for you to come back, I'll give you four high whistles.
- What's going on here? - Oh, this man of yours, he got tough, so I hit him.
Then he started shootin'... hit a woman there... so I hit him again.
Well, what did you do in the first place?
I talked back.
This the fella that hit you?
- Well, it looked like him. - Oh, it was me, all right.
You just got smart with the wrong fella.
Get in that car!
This lady's bleeding to death.
Boy, what a mess them.45s make.
Better get the doc.
- Al? - You can come in now, Tom.
- You got to get out of here right away. - What's the matter?
Guy down in the willows was tellin' me some of them poolroom fellas...
figurin' on burnin' the whole camp out tonight.
We got to get the truck loaded.
Ma? Pa?
What you doin' with the jack handle, Ma?
- Oh, she just got sassy, that's all. - Al was fixin' to run away.
Well, we'll sort that out later. Right now we got to hustle.
- Where's Connie? - Well, Tom, he's gone.
He lit out this evenin'. Said he didn't know it was gonna be like this.
Glad to get shed of him. Never was no good and never will be.
- Pa! Shh! - How come I got to shh? Run out on us, didn't he?
Cut it out, Pa. Help Al with the truck.
Some of the fellas in town are gonna burn out the camp tonight.
Wha...
Aw, don't fret, honey. You'll be all right.
Tom, I just don't feel like nothin' at all.
Without him, I just don't want to live.
Aw, he'll be back.
We'll leave word for him. Just don't you worry.
Get up there...
Ma. Maybe...
Maybe Connie gone to get some books to study up with.
He gonna be a radio expert, ya know.
Maybe he figured to surprise us.
Maybe that's just what he done.
- Ma, they comes a time when a man gets mad. - You told me...
- You promised me you wasn't like that, Tom. - Ma. I'm a-tryin' to.
If it was the law they was workin' with, maybe we could take it. But it ain't the law!
They're workin' away at our spirits. They're tryin' to make us cringe and crawl...
- workin' on our decency. - You promised, Tom.
I know. I'm a-tryin' to, Ma. Honest I am.
You gotta keep clear. The family's a-breakin' up.
- You've got to keep clear! - What's that, a detour?
Tom don't! Please!
Just where do you think you're goin'?
Well, we're strangers here, mister.
We heard about there was work in a place called Tavares.
Yeah? Well, you're headin' the wrong way!
What's more, we don't want no more Okies in this town!
There ain't enough work here for them that's already here!
- Which way is it at, mister? - You turn right around and head north.
And don't you come back until the cotton's ready. You understand?
Pa, let's try that other tire.
- You got another flat tire, Tom? - What, another one?
- Pa, get that cheviot from back there. - All right.
Ma, will you get the hell off there? It's gonna be heavy enough.
All right.
I tell ya, somethin's got to happen soon.
We're down to our last day of grease and...
two days of flour and... ten potatoes.
And Rosasharn.
We got to remember, she's gonna be due soon.
- Morning! - Good morning. - Morning.
You folks lookin' for work?
Mister, we're lookin' even under boards for work.
- Can you pick peaches? - We can pick anything.
Well, there's plenty of work for you about 40 miles up here, just this side of Pixley.
You turn east on 32. Look for the Keene Ranch.
- Tell 'em Spencer sent you. - Mister, we sure thank ya!
Yeah. Thank you.
Come on, Ma!
What is it, a wreck?
- Where you think you're going? - Fella named Spencer sent us.
- Said there was work pickin' peaches. - Oh, you wanna work, huh?
- Sure do. - All right. Just pull up in line there.
Okay for this one! Take him through!
- What's the matter? What happened? - A little trouble up there...
but you'll get through all right.
- Go ahead! - Move it right there.
What do you think it is, a washout?
I don't know what these cops got to do with it, but I don't like it.
And these are our own people too, all of'em.
- I don't like this. - Get goin'. Stay in line.
Go on ahead.
What are ya, tryin' to do, be a scab?
Go on! Hurry up!
Come on, come on, come on.
Go on.
Up the street there.
Keep in line. Up the street.
Hold it, bud.
- Want to work? - Sure, but what is this?
None of your business. Name.
- Joad. - How many men?
- Four. - Women?
- Two. - Kids?
- Two. - Can you all work?
- Sure, I guess so. - Okay. House 63.
Wages, five cents a box. No bruised fruit.
Move along. You go to work right away.
Come on, honey. That's right.
- Name. - Joad.
- Say, what is all this here? - Joad? Not here.
- License? - Oklahoma. EL- 204.
It don't check.
Now, you look here. We don't want no trouble with you.
Just do your own work and mind your business, and you'll be all right.
Sure do want to make you feel at home here, all right.
We gonna live here, Ma?
Why, sure. This won't be so bad once we get her washed out.
I like the tent better.
Why, this is got a floor!
Won't leak when it rains.
Here. This might come in handy.
- Name? - It's stillJoad.
- How many? - Six. You all go on.
Rosasharn and me will unload the truck.
- Any more of them hamburgers, Ma? - No, there ain't.
- You made a dollar, and that's a dollar's worth. - Dollar's worth? That?
Well, they charge extra at that company store, and there ain't no other place.
Well, I ain't full.
Well, tomorrow you'll get in a full day's work and a full day's pay.
And then, we'll all have enough.
You wouldn't think just reachin' up and pickin' would get you in the back.
Think I'll walk out and find out what all that fuss outside the gate was.
- Somebody come with me? - No. I think I'll set awhile then go to bed.
Think I'll look around and see if I can't meet me a girl.
- Girl? Hey, when I was your age... - Pa!
Thing's been workin' on me, what all that yellin' was about.
- Got me all curious. - Pick up, Winfield.
I'll be back in a little while.
Tom. Now, you be careful.
- Don't you go stickin' your nose in anything. - Okay, Ma. Don't worry.
Where do you think you're goin'?
I thought I'd take a walk. Any law against that?
Well, you can just turn around and walk back.
- You mean I can't even get out of here? - Not tonight you can't.
Now do you want to walk back...
or shall I whistle up some help and have you taken back?
I'll walk back.
- Evenin'. - Who are you?
- Just goin' past, that's all. - Know anybody around here?
No. Just goin' past, I tell ya.
- Casy! - Well, if it ain't Tom Joad! Hiya, boy!
I thought you was in jail.
No. They just run me out of town. Come on in.
Tom Joad.
- Is this the fella you been talkin' about? - That's him.
- What are you doin' here, Tom? - Workin' pickin' peaches.
I heard some fellas shoutin' when we come in.
I come out to find out what's goin' on. What's it all about?
- This here's a strike. - Well, five cents a box ain't much, but a fella can eat.
Five cents? They payin' you five cents?
- Sure. We made a buck since midday. - Lookee, Tom...
we come here to work.
They tell us there's gonna be five cents, but there's a whole lot of us...
so the man says 21/2 cents.
Well, a fella can't even eat on that, and if he's got kids...
So we says we won't take it, so they drive us off.
Now they're payin' you five cents.
But if they bust this strike, you think they'll pay five?
Don't know. Payin' five now.
They'll get 21/2 cents just the minute we're gone.
You know what that is...
one ton of peaches picked and carried for a dollar.
That way, you can't even buy enough food to keep you alive.
Tell 'em to come out with us, Tom. Them peaches is ripe!
Two days out and they'll pay us... pay us all five, maybe seven.
No, they won't. They're gettin' five now. That's all they care about.
But the moment they ain't strikebreakin', they won't get no five.
Next thing you know, you'll be out. They got it all fixed down to a T.
Well, soon as the harvest is in, you're a migrant worker.
Afterwards, just a bum.
Five they're gettin' now, that's all they're interested in.
I know exactly what Pa would say. He'd just say it's none of his business.
Guess that's right. He'll have to take a beatin' before he'll know.
Take a beatin'? We was out of food!
Tonight we had meat. Not much, but we had it.
You think Pa's gonna give up his meat on... on account of some other fellas?
Rosasharn needs milk.
You think Ma's gonna starve that baby...
just on account of fellas yellin' outside a gate?
Tom, you gotta learn like I'm learnin'.
I don't know it right yet myself, but I'm tryin' to find out.
That's why I can't ever be a preacher again.
Preachers gotta know.
I don't know.
I gotta ask.
- I don't like it. - What's the matter?
I can't tell. It seems as though I-I hear somethin'.
Then when I listen, there ain't nothin' to hear.
Well, it ain't out of the question, you know.
We're all a little itchy. Cops been tellin' us how they're gonna beat us up.
Not them regular deputies, but them tin-shield men, the ones they got for guards.
They figure I'm the leader 'cause I talk so much.
Turn out the light. Come outside. There's somethin' here.
- What is it? - I don't know. Listen.
Can't tell whether you hear it or not. You hear it, Tom?
I hear it.
I think it's some guys comin' this way, a lot of'em.
- We got to get out of here. - Down that way, under the bridge span.!
There he is, The one in the middle.! The skinny one.! Get him.!
Listen, you fellas, you don't know what you're doin'!
- You're helpin' to starve kids! - Ah, shut up, you dirty...
- You've killed him! - Serves him right too.
Look out!
Boy, he's good and dead. Did you see the fella that done it?
I ain't sure, but I caught him one across the face.
He'll have a trademark he won't be able to get rid of.
- Ma? - Tom. Tom.
Pa, wake up. Al, hit the light. Shh.
All right, Ma.
Pick him up. Hurry. Come on.
Is he gonna be all right?
- Anybody ask anything? - No, ma'am.
- You stay by that door. - Yes, ma'am.
Tommy.
How does it feel?
Busted my cheek, but I can still see.
- What'd you hear? - Looks like you done it.
I thought so. It felt like it.
Folks ain't talkin' about much else.
They say they got posses out.
Talkin' about a lynchin' when they catch the fella.
They killed Casy first.
That ain't the way they're tellin' it.
They're sayin' you done it first.
Do they know... what the fella looks like?
They know he got hit in the face.
I'm sorry, Ma.
I didn't know what I was doin' any more than when you take a breath.
I didn't even know I was gonna do it.
Oh, it's all right, Tommy.
I wished you didn't do it...
but you done what you had to do.
And I can't read no fault in you.
I'm goin' away tonight, Ma. I can't go puttin' this on you folks.
Tom, there's a whole lot I don't understand...
but goin' away ain't gonna ease us.
There was a time we was on the land.
There was a boundary to us then.
Old folks died off and little fellers come.
We was always one thing.
We was the family...
kind of whole and clear.
But now we ain't clear no more.
They ain't nothin' that keeps us clear.
Al, he's a-hankerin' and jibbetin' to be off on his own.
UncleJohn's just draggin' around.
Your pa has lost his place. He ain't the head no more.
We're crackin' up, Tom.
They ain't no family now.
And Rosasharn, she's gonna have her baby...
but it won't have no family.
I been a-tryin' to keep her goin', but...
And Winfield. What's he gonna be this way?
Growin' up wild. And Ruthie too.
Just like animals.
Got nothing to trust.
Don't go, Tom.
Stay and help.
Help me.
Okay, Ma.
I shouldn't, I know I shouldn't, but okay.
Ma, here come a lot of people.
- How many? - Ten of us.
House 25. The number's on the door.
Okay, mister. What you payin'?
- 21/2 cents. - 21/2?
- Say, mister, a man can't make his dinner on that. - Take it or leave it.
There are 200 men comin'in from the south that'll be glad to get it.
- But how are we gonna eat? - Look...
I didn't set the price. If you want it, okay.
If you don't, turn around and beat it.
- Which way to House 25? - Straight up the street.
That Casy...
He might have been a preacher, but he seen things clear.
He was like a lantern.
He helped me to see things too.
Comes night, we'll... we'll get out ofhere.
Like a lantern.
- I'll start the car. - Yeah.
All right, Tom.
Jump up, jump up!
It's just till we get some distance. Then you can come out.
Or maybe get trapped in here.
Go get in, Ma.
- Come on, John. - Hey.! Where you goin'?
- We're goin' out. - What for?
We got a job offer, a good job.
- Yeah? Well, let's take a look at you. - Yeah.
- Wasn't there another fella with you? - You mean that hitchhiker?
Little short fella with a pale face?
I guess that's what he looked like.
We just picked him up on the way in.
He left this morning when the rate dropped.
What did you say he looked like again?
Short fella, pale face.
Was he bruised about the face this morning?
I didn't see nothin'.
Okay, go on.
- Goin' out for good? - Yeah. Goin' north. Got a job.
Okay.
You done good, Al. You done real good.
- Know where we're goin'? - Oh, it don't matter.
We gotta go and keep a-goin' till we get plenty a-distance away from here.
Ow! Geez! Hot on the hand.
The fan belt's shot.
Sure picked a nice place for it, too, didn't she?
- Got any gas? - About half a gallon.
Well, Ma, sure looks like we done her this time.
Lights up ahead. Might be a camp or somethin'.
Looks like about a mile. Reckon she'll coast her, Al?
- Got to coast it. - Well, let's give her a whirl, huh?
Come on, kids. Get in. John!
Ah!
Oh! What was that?
Oh, hurt yourself, John?
- You hit it too fast. - What's the idea of that?
Well, you see, a lot of children play in here.
You can tell people to drive slow and they're liable to forget.
- But once they hit that hump, they don't forget. - Got any room here for us?
Well, you're lucky. Howdy do, ma'am. How are you?
- How are you? - How do?
Down that line, turn to the left.
You'll see it. You'll be in number four sanitary unit.
- What's that? - Mm, toilet, showers, washtubs.
You mean we'll have washtubs with running water?
Yes, ma'am. Camp committee will call on you in the morning, get you fixed.
- Cops? - No.!
No cops. No, people here elect their own cops.
The ladies' committee will call on you, ma'am.
Tell you about the children, the schools and sanitary unit...
and who takes care of'em.
Will you come inside and sign up?
Drive around down, Al. I'll sign up.
Right this way. In here.
Now, uh, I don't want to seem inquisitive, you understand...
but there's certain information I have to have.
Uh, what's your name?
Joad. Tom Joad.
- J-O... - A-D.
And how many of you?
Eight... now.
UncleJohn, you don't look so good.
I ain't so good, but I'm comin'.
Shove!
Campsite costs $1.00 a week, but you can work that out...
carrying garbage, keeping the camp clean, things like that.
We'll work it out.
Uh, what's the committee you're talkin' about?
We have five sanitary units.
Each one elects a central committeeman.
They make the laws and what they say goes.
You aimin' to tell me...
the fellas that are runnin' the camp are just fellas campin' here?
- That's the way it is. - And you say no cops?
No cop can come in here without a warrant.
Oh, I can't hardly believe it.
The camp I was in before, they burned it out...
deputies and some of them poolroom fellas.
They don't get in here.
Sometimes the boys patrol the fences, especially on dance nights.
You got dances too?
We have the best dances in the county, every Saturday night.
- Who runs this place? - The government.
Well, why ain't they more like it?
You find out. I can't.
Well, is anything like work around here?
Well, I can't promise you that.
There'll be a licensed agent here later if you want to talk to him.
- Uh, that cut you have... - A crate fell on me.
Well, you'd better take care of it.
Store manager will give you something for it. See you later.
Ma is sure gonna like it here.
She ain't been treated decent for... a long while.
See you later.
- Winfield, Winfield, get up. I got something to show you. - What's the matter?
It's some white things made out of dish stuff like in the catalogs.
Come on. I'll show you.
Come on. Ain't nobody gonna say anything.
Here's where you wash your hands.
- What's these? - Well, I reckon you stand in them little rooms...
and water comes down out of that little jigger up there.
- You take a bath. - Oh, look. Just like in the catalog.
Hey, don't you go a-monkeyin'!
Now you done it. You busted it.
All I done was pull that string.
Whoa! Oh!
- Hiya, Mr. Thomas. - Good mornin'.
- How are you? - Mornin'.
Nice job. Listen here.
Maybe I'm gonna talk myself out of my farm, but I like you fellas.
You're good workers. So I'm gonna tell ya.
- You live over in the government camp, don't ya? - Yes, sir.
- And you have dances over there every Saturday night. - We sure do.
Well, look out next Saturday night.
What's the matter? I'm head to the central committee over there. I gotta know.
Well, don't tell I told you.
Listen.
"Citizens angered at Red agitators...
"burn another squatters' camp...
and order agitators to leave the county."
Listen, what is these Reds anyway?
Every time you turn around, somebody callin' somebody else a Red.
What is these Reds anyway?
Oh, I ain't talkin' about that one way or the other.
All I'm sayin' is that there's going to be a fight at the camp Saturday night...
and there'll be deputies ready to go in.
Now go on with your work.
Maybe I've talked myself into trouble...
but you're folks like us, and I like you.
- We won't tell who told. Thank you. - All right.
There ain't gonna be no fight, either.
**
- Evenin', ma'am. Who'd you say invited you? - Mr. And Mrs. Brown.
Oh, go right on in, folks. Go right on in.
- Hello there, Jake. How are you? - Fine, Mr. Jennings. How are you? Glad to see you.
* Swing that lady round and round *
* Swing that pretty girl round and round *
* Swing that girl round and round and round *
* Round and round round and round and round *
*Swing that pretty little girl
*Round and round and round
- Hello. - Hello.
Gonna dance tonight? I can waltz.
Oh, that's nothin'. Anybody can waltz.
Oh, not like me they can't.
You get goin'. This girl's spoke for. She's gonna be married.
And her man's a-comin' for her, so git!
- Hiya, Bill. - Nice-lookin' gal you got there, huh?
Howdy, Mr. Thomas. Howdy, Mrs. Thomas.
- You're watchin' out, ain't ya? - Don't you worry. There ain't gonna be no trouble.
I hope you know what you're talkin' about.
Evenin', boys. Who'd you say invited you?
Fella named Jackson. BuckJackson.
Okay. Have a good time.
Thanks.
- Hey, them's our fellas. - How do you know?
Well...
just got a feelin'.
They're kind of scared too.
Follow 'em. Get hold ofJackson, see if he knows 'em. I'll stay here.
Yeah.
- Hello. - Hello.
So long.
- Oh, how do you do, Mrs. Joad? - Fine.
My, you sure do look pretty.
- Please to dance, ma'am? - Oh, thank you kindly, but she ain't right well.
- Sort of poorly. - Well, thank you just the same.
How do?
Hey, Jackson, look. Did you ever see them fellas before?
Sorry, neighbor, but, uh, we got to keep the camp clean.
I know one of'em. I used to work with him.
I never asked him to the dance, though.
All right, keep your eye on him. Just keep 'em in sight, that's all.
I seen 'em, Mr. Wallace.
A car with five men parked down by the eucalyptus trees...
and another one with four men up on the main road.
And they got guns too! I seen 'em!
Thank you, Willie. You done right good.
You can run along and dance now.
Well, sure looks like the fat's in the fire this time.
What them deputies want to hurt the camp for? How come they can't let us alone?
We ought to get ourselves some pickax handles and...
No. That's just what they want. No sirree.
If they can get a fight a-goin', they can call in the cops, say we ain't orderly.
- Hey, they're here. We got 'em spotted. - Got everythin' ready?
- There ain't gonna be no trouble. - I don't want you to go hurtin' them fellas now.
You don't need to worry. We got everything arranged. Maybe nobody will even see it.
Well, just don't use no sticks or no knives or no piece of iron.
If you gotta sock 'em, sock 'em where they ain't a- gonna bleed.
Gentlemen, hats off, please. Thank you.
*
She's gettin' prettier every day, Ma.
A girl with a baby's always prettier.
- Come on, Ma. Let's dance. - Oh, Tom, I...
- Go ahead! - Well, all right.
Tom! Stop!
* Come and sit by my side if you love me *
* Do not hasten to bid me adieu *
* But remember the Red River Valley *
* And the boy who has loved you so true **
9:29. Let's go!
All right. 9:30. Here we go.
- All right, buddy, I'll dance with her. - You and who else?
Excuse me, Ma.
All right, open up! We hear you got a riot!
Riot? I don't see any riot. Who are you?
- Deputy sheriffs. - Well, have you got a warrant?
We don't need a warrant when there's a riot.
Well, I don't know what you're gonna do about it. I don't hear any riot or don't see any riot.
What's more, I don't believe there is any riot. Look for yourself.
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All right, let's go.
Oklahoma. EL-204.
You have no right to arrest anybody without a warrant, you know.
We'll have a warrant just as soon as we check with headquarters.
Tommy.
Ain't you gonna tell me good-bye?
I didn't know, Ma. I didn't know if I ought to.
- Ma. - Hush, Ruthie.
Come outside.
There was some cops here tonight.
They was takin' down license numbers.
I guess somebody knows somethin'.
I guess it had to come, sooner or later.
Sit down for a minute.
I'd like to stay, Ma.
I'd like to be with you and see your face...
when you and Pa get settled in some nice place.
I'd sure like to see you then...
but I won't never get that chance, I guess, now.
- I could hide you, Tommy. - I know you would, Ma, but I ain't gonna let you.
You hide somebody that's killed a guy and you're in trouble too.
All right, Tommy.
But what do you figure you're gonna do?
You know what I been thinkin' about?
About Casy...
about what he said...
what he done...
about how he died...
and I remember all of it.
He was a good man.
I been thinkin' about us too...
about our people livin' like pigs...
and good, rich land layin' fallow...
or maybe one guy with a million acres...
and 100,000 farmers starvin'.
And I been wonderin' if...
all our folks got together and yelled...
Oh, Tommy, they'd drive you out and cut you down just like they done to Casy.
They're gonna drive me, anyways.
Sooner or later they'd get me for one thing if not for another.
Until then...
Tommy, you're not aimin' to kill nobody?
No, Ma, not that. That ain't it.
It's just... well, as long as I'm an outlaw anyways...
maybe I can do somethin'.
Maybe I can just find out somethin'...
just scrounge around...
and maybe find out what it is that's wrong...
and then see if there ain't somethin' that can be done about it.
I ain't thought it all out clear, Ma.
L... I can't. I don't know enough.
Well, how am I gonna know about you, Tommy?
Why, they could kill you and I'd never know.
They could hurt you. How am I gonna know?
Well, maybe it's like Casy says...
Fella ain't got a soul of his own...
just a little piece of a big soul...
the one big soul that belongs to everybody.
- Then... - Then what, Tom?
Then it don't matter.
I'll be all around in the dark.
I'll be everywhere, wherever you can look.
Wherever there's a fight so hungry people can eat...
I'll be there.
Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy...
I'll be there.
I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad.
I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry...
and they know supper's ready.
And when the people are eatin' the stuff they raise...
and livin' in the houses they build...
I'll be there too.
I don't understand it, Tom.
Oh, me neither, Ma, but...
it's just somethin' I been thinkin' about.
Give me your hand, Ma.
- Good-bye. - Good-bye, Tommy.
Later, when this has blowed over...
you'll come back?
Sure, Ma.
Tom, we... we ain't the kissin' kind, but...
Good-bye, Ma.
Good-bye, Tommy.
Tommy.
- Good-bye. - Good-bye.
Be good.
Bye.
Hurry that up now. Get her rolled up. How you fixed, John?
- Ah, gettin' along fine. - Here. Here.
Winfield, you get up on top now. Get out of the way.
I don't see what you folks are hurryin' so for. They tell me there's 20 days' work up there.
Yes, sir. And we aim to get in all 20 of them.
- All ready, Ma? - Yes. How you feelin', Rosasharn?
All aboard, everybody. All aboard for Fresno.
Wait a minute and I'll give you a hand.
- Careful of her now. - Easy, child.
She'll be all right.
- Watch her, John. Take care of her. - I'll take care of her.
- How you fixed, Al? - All right, Pa.
Now, Ma.
- Bye. - Good- bye, hon.
Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye! - Good- bye.
- Bye! - Thanks a lot.
- Bye. Bye. - Thanks for everything.
- Be careful now. - Bye.
- Be careful. - Bye.
Be good. Be good.
Twenty days' work. Oh, boy!
I'll be glad to get my hands on some cotton.
That's the kind of pickin' I understand.
Maybe. Maybe 20 days' work and maybe no days' work.
We ain't got it till we get it.
What's the matter, Ma, you gettin' scared?
Scared, huh! I ain't never gonna be scared no more.
I was, though.
For a while, it looked as though we was beat, good and beat.
Looked like we didn't have nobody in the whole wide world but enemies...
like nobody was friendly no more.
Made me feel kind of bad and scared too...
like we was lost and nobody cared.
You are the one that keeps us goin', Ma.
I ain't no good no more, and I know it.
Seems like I spend all my time these days thinkin' how it used to be...
- Mm-hmm. - Thinkin' of home.
I ain't never gonna see it no more.
Well, Pa, a woman can change better than a man.
A man lives sorta, well, in jerks.
Baby's born or somebody dies and that's a jerk.
He gets a farm or loses it and that's a jerk.
With a woman, it's all in one flow like a stream...
little eddies and waterfalls...
but the river, it goes right on.
A woman looks at it that way.
Well, maybe, but we sure takin' a beatin'.
I know. That's what makes us tough.
Rich fellas come up and they die.
Their kids ain't no good and they die out, but we keep a-comin'.
We're the people that live.
They can't wipe us out. They can't lick us.
And we'll go on forever, Pa, 'cause we're the people.