THE GRAPES OF WRATH 1940, 20th Century Fox, Directed by John Ford, Screenplay by Nunnally Johnson In the central part of the United States of America lies a limited area called "The Dust Bowl", because of its lack of rain. Here drought and poverty combined to deprive many farmers of their land. This is the story of one farmer's family, driven from their fields by natural disasters and economic changes beyond anyone's control and their great journey in search of peace, securiy and another home. WAITRESS When you be back, Roy? DRIVER Oh, in a couple of weeks. Don't do nothin' you wouldn't want me to hear about! WAITRESS Oh! Well, so long. DRIVER So long. TOM How about a lift, mister? DRIVER Can't you see that sticker? TOM Sure, I see it. But a good guy don't pay no attention to what some heel makes him stick on his truck. DRIVER Well, scrunch down on the running board till we get around the bend. Goin' far? TOM No, just a couple of miles. I'd' a walked her if my dogs wasn't pooped out. DRIVER Lookin' for a job? TOM No, my old man's got a place--forty acres. He's a sharecropper, but we been there a long while. DRIVER Oh! Been doin' a job? TOM Yeah. DRIVER I seen your hands. You been swinging a pick or sledge. That's what makes them shiny. I notice little things like that all the time. Got a trade? TOM Why don't you get at it, buddy? DRIVER Get at what? TOM You know what I'm talkin' about. You been goin' over me ever since I got in. Whyn't you ask me where I been? DRIVER I don't stick my nose in nobody's business. TOM Naw--not much! DRIVER I stay in my own yard. TOM That big nose of yours been goin' over me like a sheep in a vegetable patch. Well, I ain't keepin' it a secret. I been in the penitentiary. Been there four years. Anything else you want to know? DRIVER Well, you ain't got to get sore. TOM Go ahead. Ask me anything. DRIVER I didn't mean nothing. TOM Me neither. I'm just tryin' to get along without shovin' anybody, that's all. See that road ahead? That's where I get out. You're about to bust a gut to know what I done, ain't you? Well, I ain't a guy to let you down. Homecide! (00:05:31)** CASY Mmmm he's my savior. Mmmmmm my savior, Mmmmmmmmmmmmm my savior now. Howdy, friend. TOM Howdy. CASY Say, ain't you young Tom Joad -- ol' Tom's boy? TOM On my way home now. CASY Well, I do declare. I baptized you, son. TOM Ain't you the preacher? CASY Used to be. Not no more. I lost the call. But, boy--I sure used to have it. Why, I used to get an irrigation ditch so squirming full of repented sinners I pretty near drowned half of 'em! But not no more. I lost the sperit. I got nothin' to preach about no more--that's all. I ain't so sure o' things. TOM I remember you preachin' a whole sermon walkin' aroun' on your hands, shoutin' your head off. CASY Yeah, I remember. Went pretty good that way. But that was nothin'. Why, I preached a whole sermon once straddlin' the ridgepole of a barn like this. Did ya see that one? TOM No. CASY You didn't? Oh. Well, it's all gone, anyway. TOM You should a got yourself a wife. CASY Why, at my meetin's I used to get the girls a-glory-shoutin' till they about passed out. Then I'd go to comfort them. I'd always end up by lovin' 'em. I'd feel bad, an' pray, an' pray--but it didn't do no good. Next time, do it again. I figgered I just wasn't worth savin'. TOM Pa always says you was never cut out for no preacher. I never let one get by me if I could catch her. Have a snort? CASY But you wasn't a preacher. A girl was just a girl to you. To me they was holy vessels. I was savin' their souls. I ast myself-- what is this call, the Holy Sperit? Maybe that's love. Why, I love everybody so much I'm fit to bust sometimes! So maybe there ain't no sin an' there ain't no virtue. It's just what people does. Some things folks do is nice and some ain't so nice. That's all any man's got a right to say. Course I'll say a grace if somebody sets out the food, but my heart ain't in it. Nice drinkin' liquor. TOM Yeah. It ought to be. That's fact'ry liquor. Cost me a buck. CASY You been out travelin' aroun'? TOM Oh, ain't you heard? It's been in the papers. CASY No, I never. What? TOM I been in the penitentiary for four years. CASY Oh, excuse me for asking. TOM I don't mind no more. I'd do what I done again. Killed a guy in a dance hall. We was drunk. He got a knife in me and I laid him out with a shovel. Knocked his head plumb to squash. CASY You ain't ashamed? TOM No. He had a knife in me. That's why they only give me seven years. I got out in four--parole. CASY Ain't seen your folks since? TOM No, but I aim to 'fore sundown and I'm gettin' excited about it, too. Which way you going? CASY Oh, I don't matter. Ever since I lost the sperit why it looks like I just as soon go one way as the other. I'll go your way. TOM Maybe Ma'll have pork for supper. I ain't had pork for supper but four times in four years--every Christmas. (00:09:52)** CASY I'll be glad to see your Pa. Last time I see him was at a baptizin'. He had one of the biggest doses of Holy Sperit I ever seen. Got to jumpin' over bushes, howlin' like a dog-wolf at moon-time. Fin'ly he picks hisself out a bush big as a piana, and lets out a squawk an' takes a run at that bush. Wooo! Well, he cleared her, but he bust his leg snap in two doing it. They was a travelin' dentist there and he set her, an' I give her a prayin' over, but they wasn't no more Holy Sperit left in your Pa after that. TOM Lissen. That wind's fixin' to do somepin'! CASY Shore it is. Always is, this time a year. ** TOM Ma? Pa? Ma? Ain't nobody here? Somepin's happened. CASY You got a match? TOM They're all gone--or dead. CASY They never wrote you nothing? TOM No. They wasn't people to write. It's Ma's. Had 'em for years. This used to be mine. I give it to Grampa when I went away. You reckon they're dead? CASY I never heard nothin' about it. MULEY Tommy? TOM Muley! Where's my folks, Muley? MULEY Why, they gone. TOM I know they're gone, but where they gone? It's Muley Graves. You remember the preacher, don't you? CASY I ain't no preacher anymore. TOM All right--you remember the man, don't you? MULETY Glad to see you again. CASY Glad to see you. TOM Now where are my folks? MULEY They gone. They gone to your Uncle John's. The whole crowd of them, two weeks ago. But they can't stay there either, 'cause John's got his notice to get off. TOM Well, what happened? How come they got to get off? We lived here fifty years--same place. MULEY Ever'body's got to get off. Ever'body's leavin', goin' out to California. Your folks, my folks, ever'body's folks. Ever'body 'cept me. I ain't gettin' off. TOM Who done it? MULEY Listen. That's some of what done it--the dusters. They started it, anyways. Blowing like this--year after year--blowin' the land away--blowin' the crops away--blowin' us away now. TOM You crazy? MULEY Some say I am. You want to hear how it happened? TOM That's what I'm asking you, ain't it? MULEY Well, the way it happens--the way it happened to me--a man come one day-- ** MAN Fact of the matter, Muley, after what them dusters done to the land, the tenant system don't work no more. It don't even break even, much less show a profit. Why, one man on a tractor can handle twelve or fourteen of these places. You just pay him a wage and take all the crop. MULEY Yeah, but we couldn't do on any less'n what our share is now. Why, the chillun ain't gettin' enough to eat as it is--and they're so ragged, we'd be ashamed if ever'body else's chillun wasn't the same way. (00:15:02)** MAN I can't help that. All I know is I got my orders. They told me to tell you to get off and that's what I'm telling you. MULEY You mean get off my own land? MAN Now don't go to blaming me. It ain't my fault. SON Whose fault is it? MAN You know who owns the land--the Shawnee Land and Cattle Company. MULEY And who's the Shawnee Land and Cattle Comp'ny? MAN It ain't nobody. It's a company. SON They got a pres'dent, ain't they? They got somebody that knows what a shotgun's for, ain't they? MAN Oh, son, it ain't his fault, because the bank tells him what to do. SON All right. Where's the bank? MAN Tulsa. But what's the use of picking on him? He ain't nothing but the manager and he's half crazy his self, trying to keep up with his orders from the east! MULEY Then who do we shoot? MAN Brother, I don't know. If I did, I'd tell you--but I just don't know who's to blame. MULEY I'm right here to tell you, mister, there ain't nobody going to push me off my land. My Grampa took up this land seventy years ago. My Pa was born here. We was all born on it, and some of us was killed on it, and some of us died on it, and that's what makes it our'n, bein' born on it and workin' on it and dyin'-- dyin' on it--and not no piece of paper with writin' on it. ** TOM Well, what happened? MULEY They come. They come and pushed me off. They come with the cats. TOM The what? MULEY The cats--the caterpillar tractors. And for ever' one of them there was ten--fifteen families throwed right outa their homes--a hundred folks and no place to live but on the road. The Rances, the Peterses, the Perrys, the Joadses--one right after the other, they got throwed out. Half the folks you and me know--throwed right out into the road. The one that got me come--oh, about a month ago. MULEY Go on back! Go on back! I'm warning you--go on back! You come any closer and I'm gonna blow you right outa that cat. I tol' you. Why, you're Joe Davis's boy! DAVIS I don't like for nobody to draw a bead on me. MULEY Then what're you doin' a thing like this for, against your own people? DAVIS Three dollars a day--that's what I'm doin' it for. I got two little kids at home, my wife, my wife's mother. Them folks got to eat. Fust and on'y thing I think about is my own folks. What happens to other people is their own look-out. MULEY Yeah, but you don't understan', son--this is my land. DAVIS Used to be your land. It's the company's now. MULEY Have it your own way, son, but just as sure as you touch my house with the cat, I'm gonna blow you plumb to kingdom come! DAVIS You ain't gonna blow nobody nowhere. First place they'd hang you and you know it. For another, it wouldn't be two days before they'd send another guy up here to take my place. Now go on--get outa the way. MULEY What was the use. He was right and there wasn't a thing in the world I could do about it. (00:19:48)** TOM Just--it don't seem possible--just gettin' throwed off like that! MULEY The rest of my family set out for the west. There wasn't nothin' to eat, but I couldn't leave. Somepin' just wouldn't let me. So now, I just wander around an' sleep wherever I am. I used to tell myself that I was lookin' out for things, so that when the folks come back ever'thing would be all right, but I knowed it wasn't true. There ain't nothin' to look out for, and they ain't nobody ever comin' back. They're gone--and me, I'm just an ol' graveyard ghost--that's all in the world I am. Do--do you think I'm touched? CASY No, you're lonely, but you ain't touched. MULEY Well, it-it don't matter. If I'm touched, I'm touched--and that's all there is to it. TOM The thing I don't understand is my folks takin' it. Like Ma! I seen her nearly beat a peddler to death with a live chicken. She aimed to go for him with an ax she had in the other hand--she got mixed up, forgot which was which and, when she got through with that peddler, all she had left was two chicken legs. MULEY Just a--just a plain ol' graveyard ghost, that's all. TOM She's settlin'. CASY What do you figure on doing? TOM Aw, it's hard to say. Stay here till mornin' an' go over to Uncle John's, I reckon. After that, I don't know. MULEY Listen! That's them! Them lights! Come on--come on--we got to hide out! TOM Hide out for what? We ain't doin' nothin'. MULEY Why, you're trespassin', Tom! This ain't your lan' no more! An' that's the super'tendant with a gun! Come on. CASY Come on, Tom. You're on parole. MAN Muley! MULEY All you got to do is hide an' watch. TOM Won't they come out here? MULEY I don't think so. One came out once an' I clipped him from be-- TOM Ssh! MULEY hind with--with a fence stake. They ain't bothered since. MAN He ain't here. TOM Anybody ever tol' me I'd be hidin' out on my own place-- MA Lord, make us grateful for what we are about to receive, for His sake. Amen. GRANMA I seen you. You et durin' grace! GRAMPA Just one little dab. Just one teeny little old dab--that's all! RUTHIE Ain't he messy though. GRANMA I seen him!--gobblin' away like an old pig! GRAMPA Whyn't you keep your eyes shet durin' grace, you ol'-- NOAH What's it say again, Uncle John? JOHN It says plenty of work in California. Eight hundred pickers wanted. GRAMPA Wait'll I get to California! I'm gonna reach up and pick me an orange whenever I want it, or some grapes! Now--now--now--now there's somethin' I--I ain't never had enough of! I'm gonna get me a whole big bunch a grapes off of a bush and I'm gonna squash 'em all over my face and let the juice dreen down offen my chin. (00:24:55)** GRANMA Puh-raise the Lord for vittory! GRAMPA May--may--maybe I'll get me a whole washtub fulla grapes and jest sit in 'em and scrounge around in them un--until they're all gone. I shore would like that. Yessir, I shore would like that. Yeah. MA Oh, thank God. Thank God. Tommy! TOM Ma! MA Oh, you didn't bust out, didya? You ain't got to hide, have you? TOM No, Ma. I'm paroled. I got my papers. MA Oh, I was so scared we was goin' away without you and we'd never see each other again. TOM I'd've found you, Ma. Muley tol' me what happened. We goin' to California true? MA Oh, we gotta go, Tommy. But it's gonna be all right. I seen the han'bills, about how much work they is, an' high wages, too. There's somepin' I gotta fin' out first, Tommy--did they hurt you, son? Did they hurt you an' make you mean-mad? TOM Mad, Ma? MA Sometimes they do. TOM No, Ma. I was at first, but not no more. MA Sometimes they do somethin' to you. They hurt you and you get mad, and then you get mean and they hurt you again and you get meaner and meaner--till you ain't no boy nor man any more--just a ole walkin' chunk a mean-mad. Did they hurt you that way, son? TOM No, Ma. Don't worry about that. MA Well, I--I don't want no mean son. PA It's Tommy! It's Tommy back! OTHERS Tommy! PA What'd you do, son--bust out? CHILDREN Tom's outa ja-ul! Tom's outa ja-ul! Tom's outa-- GRAMPA I--I knowed it! You couldn't keep him in! You can't keep a Joad in jail! I knowed it from the first! Get out of my way. I told you so! I told you Tom'd come bustin' outa that jail just like a bull through a corral fence. You can't keep a Joad in jail! No, Sir. TOM I didn't bust out. They paroled me. GRAMPA I--I was that way myself. TOM Howya, Uncle John? JOHN Hello, Tommy. GRAMPA You can't keep a Joad in jail. JOHN I'm feeling fine. GRAMPA Busted out of jail. TOM Howya, Noah? NOAH Fine, Tommy. Bust out? TOM No. Parole. Hello. RUTHIE Tommy! GRAMPA The jailbird's back! The jailbird's back! The jailbird's back! The jailbird's back! TOM H'ya, Al. AL Hello, Tom. Did you bust out of jail? TOM No. They paroled me. Al Oh. TOM Rosasharn! AL Busted out. PA That's Connie Rivers with her. They're married now. She's due now about three--four months. TOM She wasn't any more'n a kid when I went up. Hi, Rosasharn. ROSASHARN How'ya, Tom. This is Connie, my husband. CONNIE Did you-- TOM No. Parole. Well, if you don't beat all. Well--see I'm gonnna be an uncle soon. ROSASHARN Oh, you do not see. VOICES Look at her blushing! Look at her blushing. She ain't blushing. She is! Rosie--. MAN Hey, Joad. John Joad. You ain't forgot, have you? JOHN We ain't forgot. MAN We'll be comin' through here tomorrow, you know. JOHN I know. We be out. We be out by sunup. TOM How'd you get all this money? PA Sol' things, chopped cotton--even Grampa. Got us about two hunnerd dollars all tol'. Shucked out seventy-five for this here truck. Still got nearly a hunnerd and fifty to set out on. I figger we oughta be able to make her on that. TOM Easy. After all, they ain't but about twelve of us, is they? AL She'll prob'ly ride like a bull calf. ROSASHARN Tom! AL But she'll ride. PA Well, I reckon we better begin roustin' 'em out if we aim to get outa here by daylight. How about it, John? How you boys comin'? (00:30:04)** JOHN Just fine. MA Huh! TOM Ma. MA I'm ready. Rosasharn, honey--wake up the chillun. We're fixin' to leave. ROSASHARN Ruthie--Winfield! Jump up now. PA Where's Grampa? Al, go git him. GRANMA I'm gonna get up front! Somebody hel' me! MA Wait a minute. GRANMA Somebody hel' me! PA Here, kids, here--you climb up on top first. RUTHIE We're goin' to California--We're goin' to California! PA Al's gonna drive, Ma. You sit up there with him and Grandma and we'll swap around later. Connie, help Rosasharn up there alongside the kids. RUTHIE We're goin' to California! PA Where's Grampa? MA Grampa? GRANMA Where he al'ays is, prob'ly. PA Oh. AL Grampa! Grampa! PA Well, save him a place. John, you and Noah climb up and find yourself a place. Got to kind of keep her even all around. TOM Think it'll hold? CASY If it does, it'll be a miracle outa Scripture. AL Ma! Pa! GRAMPA Let go of me, gol-durn you! Dang you! AL Stand still! They's somepin' wrong with him. GRAMPA Doggone you! You let me alone--that's all! PA That's all--what? TOM What's a matter, Grampa? GRAMPA I don't know what's the matter. There's nothin' the matter! I just ain't a-goin', that's all. PA What do you mean you ain't goin'? You got to go! We got no place to stay. GRAMPA I ain't talkin' about you. I'm--I'm talkin' about me. I give her a good goin' over all last night, and I'm a-stayin'. PA But you can't do that, Grampa. This here land's goin' under the tractor. We all got to git out. GRAMPA All except me! And I'm stayin'. TOM What 'bout Granma? GRAMPA Take her with you. MA Who'd cook for you, Grampa? How're you going to live? GRAMPA Well, Muley's livin', ain't he? And I'm twicet the man that Muley is! PA Now listen to me, Grampa. Listen to me, just a minute. GRAMPA And I ain't listenin' either. I tol' you what I was gonna do, and I don't give a hoot and a holter if they's oranges and grapes a crowdin' a fella outa bed. I ain't a-goin to California. Gul- durn, this is my country and I b'long here. Yes, sir. It's my dirt. It's no good, but it's--it's mine--all mine. TOM Either we got to tie him up and throw him in the truck, or somepin'. He can't stay here. PA No. Can't tie him, either we'll hurt him or he'll git so mad he'll hurt his self. Reckon we could git him drunk? TOM Ain't no whisky, is they? MA Now, wait. There's a half a bottle of soothin' sirup here. Here. Used to put the chillun to sleep. TOM Don't taste bad. MA They's some coffee left. We can fix him a cup. (00:35:00)** TOM That's right--and douse some in it. PA Better give him a good dose. He's mighty mule-headed. GRAMPA If Muley--if Muley can scrabble along, I--I guess I can. I smell spareribs. Huh--somebody's been eatin' spareribs? How come I ain't got none? MA Well, I got some saved for you, Grampa. Got some warmin' now. GRAMPA Yeah. MA But here's a cuppa coffee for you first. GRAMPA Yeah. Get me a mess of spareribs. I want a great big mess of spareribs. I'm--I'm hongry. MA Why sure, you're hungry. GRAMPA I shore do like spareribs. Yeah. PA Get up there, Noa. Easy, now. Easy. Better throw somepin' over him so he won't git sun-struck. Everything all set now? All right, let her go, Al. MA Here we go. PA Get aboard, Ma. CASY Well, goodby, an' good luck. PA Hold 'er, Al! Ain't you goin' with us? CASY I'd like to. There's somethin' goin' on out there in the Wes' an' I'd like to try and learn what it is, if you feel you got the room. PA Plenty of room. Get on. ROSASHARN Come on over here. PA Let her go, Al. California, here we come! AL Ain't you gonna look back, Ma--give the ol' place a last look? MA We're goin' to California, ain't we? Awright then, let's go to California. AL Why, that don't sound like you, Ma. You never was like that before. MA I never had my house pushed over before. I never had my family stuck out on the road. I never had to lose ever'thing I had in life. GRAMPA I ain't a-goin'. TOM Everything's going to be all right, Grampa. GRAMPA I ain't a-goin'. TOM Right here, Ma. GRAMPA I ain't a-goin'! I ain't a-goin'! I ain't a-goin'! PA It's all right, Grampa. You're just tar'd, that's all. GRAMPA That's it. Jus' tar'd--jus' tar'd. (00:39:46)** TOM This here is William James Joad, died of a stroke, old old man. His folks buried him becaws they got no money to pay for funerals. Nobody kilt him. Jus' a stroke an' he died. I figger best we leave something like this on him--lest somebody digs him up and makes out he was kilt. Looks like a lot of times the gov'ment got more interest in a dead man than a live one. PA Not be so lonesome, knowin' his name's there with 'im--not jus' a old fella lonesome underground. TOM Won't you say a few words, Casy? CASY I ain't a preacher no more, you know. TOM We know, but ain't none of our folks ever been buried without a few words. CASY I'll say 'em--make it short. This here ol' man jus' lived a life an' jus' died out of it. I don't know whether he was good or bad, an' it don't matter much. Heard a fellow say a poem once--and he says, "All that lives is holy." But I wouldn't pray jus' for a old man that's dead, because he's awright. If I was to pray, I'd pray for folks that's alive an' don't know which way to turn. Grampa, here--he ain't got no more trouble like that. He's got his job all cut out for 'im--so cover 'im up and let 'im get to it. ** CONNIE I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad. I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad. I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad. Oh, Lordy--. I ain't goin' to be a treated this away. They fed me on corn bread and beans. They fed me on corn bread and beans. They fed me on corn bread and beans. MA Gosh--Connie sure sings pretty, don't he? CONNIE They fed me on corn bread and beans--Oh, Lordy--. I ain't goin' to be a treated this away. PA Thas my son-in-law. MAN Sings real nice. What state y'all from? PA Oklahoma. Had us a farm there--sharecroppin'. MAN We're from Arkansas. I had me a store there, kind of a general notions store. When the farms went, the stores went, too. I had as nice a little store as you ever saw. I shore did hate to give it up. PA Wal, y'cain't tell. I figger when we git out there an' git work an' maybe git us a piece a growin' lan' near water, it might not be so bad at that. MAN That's right. Payin' good wages, I hear. We can all get work. It can't be no worse than home. SECOND MAN You all must have a pot of money. PA No, we ain't got no money, but they's plenty of us to work an' we're all good men. Get good wages out there an' put it all together an' we'll be awright. SECOND MAN Good wages, eh! Pickin' oranges an' peaches? PA Well, we aim to take whatever they got. TOM What's so funny about that? SECOND MAN What's so funny about it? I've just been out there. I've been an' seen it! I'm goin' back and starve, because I'd ruther starve all over at once! PA Say, whatta you think you're talkin' about? I got a han'bill here says--they're payin' good wages, an' I seen in the papers that they need pickers! SECOND MAN Awright--go on! Nobody's stoppin' ya! (00:44:59)** PA Yeah--but what about this? SECOND MAN I ain't gonna rile you. Go on! TOM Wait a minute, buddy. You jus' done some jackassin'. You can't shut now. The han'bill says they need eight hundred pickers. You laugh an' say they don't. Which one's a liar? SECOND MAN Now how many you all got them han'bills? MAN I got one. SECOND MAN Come on--how many? MEN I got one. We all got one. I got one. PA But what does that prove? SECOND MAN There you are. Same yella han'bill. Eight hundred pickers wanted. Awright--the man wants eight hundred men, so he prints five thousan' han'bills an' maybe twenty thousan' people start wes' on account a that han'bill. Two or three thousan' people that're crazy with worry headin' out for eight hundred jobs! Now does that make sense? PROPRIETOR Say--what are you, a trouble maker? You sure you ain't one a them labor fakes? SECOND MAN I--I swear I ain't, mister! PROPRIETOR Well, don't you go roun' here tryin' to stir up any trouble. SECOND MAN I tried to tell you folks what it took me a year to find out. Took two kids dead--took my wife dead, to show me. But nobody could tell me neither. I can't tell ya about them little fellas layin' in the tent with their bellies swelled out an' jus' skin over their bones--a-shiverin' an' a-whinin' like pups, an' me a- runnin' aroun' lookin' for work--not for money, not for wages-- jus' for a cup of flour an' a spoon of lard! Then the coroner come. "Them children died a heart failure," he says an' put it down in his paper. Heart failure! An' their little bellies stuck out like a pig-bladder! MAN 1 Well, it's late. I got to get some sleep. MAN 2 Well, good night, folks. PA S'pose he's tellin' the truth--that fella? CASY He's tellin' the truth--the truth for him. He wasn't makin' it up. TOM Is it the truth for us? CASY I don't know. ** GRANMA I got to get out, I tell you. I got to get out now. MAN You folks aim to buy anything? AL We want some gas, mister. MAN Got any money? AL Whatta you think--we're beggin'? MAN I just ast, that's all. TOM Well, ask right. You ain't talkin' to bums, you know. MAN All in the world I done was ast. BILL What kinda pie you got? MAE Banana cream, pineapple cream, chocolate cream and apple. BILL Cut me off a hunk a that banaba cream--and a cuppa java. FRED Make it two. MAE Two it is. Seen any good etchin's lately, Bill? BILL Well, this one ain't bad. A little kid comes to late for school and the teacher says-- MAE Cheese it! PA Could you see your way clear to sell us a loaf a bread, ma'am? MAE This ain't a groc'ry store. We got bread to make san'widges with. PA I know, ma'am--on'y it's for a ol' lady--no teeth, gotta sof'n it with water so she can chew it--an' she's hongry. MAE Whyn't you buy a san'widge? We got nice san'widges. PA Well, I--I shore would like to do that, ma'am--but the fack is, we ain't got but a dime for it. It's all figgered out, I mean-- for the trip. MAE You can't buy no loaf of bread for a dime. We only got fifteen cent loaves. BERT Give 'em the bread. MAE We'll run out 'fore the bread truck comes. BERT Aright then--we run out! (00:50:05)** MAE This here's a fifteen-cent loaf. PA Well, would you--could you see your way to cuttin' off ten cents worth? BERT Give 'im the loaf! PA No, sir--we wanta buy ten cents worth, thas all. BERT Go on--it's yesterday's bread. MAE Go ahead--Bert says to take it. PA Well--it may soun' funny, being so tight, but we got a thousan' miles to go, an' we don't know if we'll make it. Is them penny candies, ma'am? MAE Which ones? PA There--them stripy ones. MAE Oh, them? Well, no--them's two for a penny. PA Well--give us two then, ma'am. Go on, take 'em--take 'em. Thank you, ma'am. BILL Them ain't two-for-a-cent candy. MAE What's it to you? BILL Them's a nickel apiece candy. FRED We better get goin'. We're droppin' time. BILL So long. MAE Hey--wait a minute. You got change comin'. BILL What's it to you? MAE Bert. Look. Truck drivers. ** GUARD Where you going? TOM California. GUARD How long you plan to be in Arizona? TOM No longer'n to get acrost. GUARD Got any plants? TOM No. No plants. GUARD Okay. Go ahead--but keep movin'. TOM We aim to. PA Well, there she is, folks--the land a milk an' honey--California! CONNIE Well, if that's what we come out here for-- ROSASHARN Well, Connie, maybe it's nice on the other side. Them little pitcher pos'cards--they was real pretty. MA There, Granma--there's California. PA Let's get goin'. She don't look so tough to me, eh, John? JOHN Well, I don't know. (00:54:51)** TOM Hold on! PA Ain't too cold, is she, Tom? TOM No. It's fine when you get in, Pa. PA Come on, John--let's give her a whirl. You know, this is supposed to be good for you, John. TOM Come on, Pa--before she floats away. PA Here we come. ATTENDANT You people got a lot of nerve. TOM What you mean? ATTENDANT Crossin' the desert in a jalopy like this. TOM You been across? ATTENDANT Sure, plenty--but never in no wreck like that. TOM If we break down maybe somebody'd give us a han'. ATTENDANT Well, maybe. But I'd hate to be doin' it. Takes more nerve than I got. TOM It don't take no nerve to do somep'n there ain't nothin' else you can do. Hope she holds. GRANMA Grampa. I want Grampa. I want Grampa. MA Oh, don't you fret now. There, don't you fret now, Granma. PA Everybody set back there? TOM Yeah. PA Well, here we go. Thank you very much. ATTENDANT Holy Moses, what a hard-lookin' outfit? SECOND All them Okies is hard-lookin'. FIRST Boy, but I'd hate to hit that desert in a jalopy like that! SECOND You and me got sense. Them Okies got no sense or no feeling. They ain't human. A human being wouldn't live the way they do. A human being couldn't stand to be so miserable. FIRST Just don't know any better, I guess. AL What a place! How'd you like to walk across it? TOM People done it. If they could, we could. AL Lots must'a died, too. TOM Well, we ain't out a it yet. ROTHIE This here's the desert an' we're right in it! WINFIELD I wisht it was day. RUTHIE Tom says if it was day, it'd cut the gizzard right out a you. I seen a pitcher once and there bones everywhere. WINFIELD Man bones? RUTHIE Some, I guess--but mos'ly cow bones. WINFIELD I shore would like to see some a them man bones. GRANMA Grampa--I want Grampa. MA Yes. Now everything's gonna be awright. We got to get acrost, Granma. The fambly's got to get acrost. There. ROSASHARN Seems like we wasn't never doin' nothin' but movin'. I'm tar'd. CONNIE Women's always tar'd. ROSASHARN You ain't--you ain't sorry, are you, honey? CONNIE No, but--but you seen that advertisement in the Spicy Western Story Magazine. Don't pay nothin'--jus' send 'em the coupon an' you're a radio expert. Nice clean work. ROSASHARN But we can still do it, honey. CONNIE I ought to done it then, an' not come on any trip like this. (01:00:17)** TOM What's this here? OFFICER Agricultural inspection. We got to go over your stuff. Got any vegetables or seed? TOM No. OFFICER Well, we got to look over your stuff. You got to unload. TOM Unload! Holy Moses. OFFICER Sorry, folks--but you'll have to get out while we unload for inspection. MA Oh, look, mister--we've got a sick ol' lady. We got to get her to a doctor. We can't wait. You can't make us wait! OFFICER Yeah? Well, we got to look you over. MA Well, I swear we ain't got anything. I swear it. An' Granma's awful sick. Look! OFFICER You wasn't fooling! You swear you got no fruit or vegetables? MA No, I swear it. OTHERS No--not a thing. OFFICER Then go ahead. You can get a doctor at Barstow. That's just eight miles. But don't stop--don't get off. Understand? AL Yes, thanks. TOM Okay, cap. Much obliged. PA Thanks. PA Ma! Granma! Look! There she is--there she is. I never knowed there was anything like her! AL Will ya look at her! PA Lookie yonder, John. RUTHIE Look how purty and green it is, Winfield. PA Wonder if them's orange trees, John? JOHN Look like orange trees to me. PA Well, they sure are pretty, whatever they are. JOHN Yes, indeed. WINFIELD Look at them haystacks. I bet we sure could have fun playing over there. PA Pretty, ain't it? Mighty pretty. Tom! TOM Where's Ma? I want Ma to see this. Look, Ma! Come here, Ma! VOICES Come here. Come on--come here! TOM You sick, Ma? MA Ya say we got acrost? TOM Look! MA Oh, thank God! An' we're still together--most of us. TOM Didn't you sleep none? Was Granma bad? MA Granma's dead. TOM When? MA Since before they stopped us las' night. TOM That's why you didn't want 'em to look, huh? MA Oh, I was afraid they'd stop us an' we wouldn't get across. I tol' Granma. I tol' her when she was dyin'. I tol' her the family had to get across. I tol' her we couldn't take no chance on bein' stopped. MA So it's all right. She'll get buried where it's nice and green, and trees and flowers all around. And, she got to lay her head down in California, after all. VOICE Whoa! OFFICER How far you figure you gonna get that way--pushin'? TOM Right here--we run outa gas. Say, where's the bes' place to get work aroun' here--don't matter what kin' either. OFFICER Say, if I've seen one of them things, I've seen ten tousan' of 'em. PA Why--ain't it no good? OFFICER Not here--right now. There was some pickin' aroun' here about a month ago, but it's all moved south. Say, what part of Oklahoma are you from, anyhow? TOM Sallisaw. OFFICER Sallisaw? Why, I come out from Cherokee County myself about two years ago. CHILDREN Cherokee County? Gee. Oh, boy! ROSASHARN Why, Connie's folks here are from Cherokee County. OFFICER You don't say! All right--all right--let's don't go into it. What I got to tell you is this. Don't try to park in town tonight. Just go on out to that camp. If I catch you in town after dark, I got to lock you up. PA But--but what are we gonna do? OFFICER Well, Pop--that just ain't up to me. I don't min' tellin' you, the guy they ought to lock up is the guy that sent them things out. ATTENDANT How many, folks? (01:05:02)** TOM One. ** TOM Shore don't look none too prosperous. Want to go somewheres else? MA On a gallon of gas? Let's set up the tent and maybe I can fix some stew. GIRL I could break up some bresh if you want me, ma'am. MA You want to be ast to eat, don't you? GIRL Yes, ma'am. MA Didn' you have no breakfast? GIRL No, ma'am. They ain't no work hereabouts. Pa's in tryin' to sell some stuff to get gas so's we can get along. MA Didn' none of these have no breakfast? BOY I did. Me and my brother did. We et good. MA Well, you ain't hungry then, are you? BOY We et good. MA Well, I'm glad some a you ain't hungry, because there won't be enough of this to go all the way roun'. GIRL Aw, he was braggin'. Know what he done? Las' night, come out an' say they got chicken to eat. Well, sir--I looked in whilst they was a-eatin' an' it was fried dough jus' like ever'body else. PA Ma--how 'bout it? MA Well, I dunno what to do. I've got to feed the fambly an' what'm I gonna do about all these here? Give this to Ruthie. There. There you are, John. JOHN Here, Tom. You take it. I ain't hungry. TOM What do you mean? You ain't et today. JOHN I know. But I got a stomichache. I ain't hungry. TOM You take that plate in the tent an' you eat it. JOHN Wouldn't be no use. I'd still see them in the tent. VOICE Oh, boy! TOM You git! Go on, now--git! You ain't doin' no good. There ain't enough for you anyway. Go on--now! MA You can't send 'em away. Here, take your plates an' go inside. Now look--all you little fellas. You each go an' get you a nice flat stick an' I'll put what's lef' for you, huh? Now, git! I don't know whether I'm doin' right or not. Get inside--get inside, ever'body--an' stay inside. CHILD The lady's gonna feed us. Get yourself a can. (01:10:00)** CHILDREN Come on--give me some. Oh, you're takin' too much. Give me some-- give me some. AGENT You men want to work? PA Sure we wanna work. Where's it at? AGENT Tovaris County. Fruit's opening up. Need a lot of fruit pickers. FLOYD You doin' the hirin'? AGENT Well, I'm contracting the land. MAN What you payin'? AGENT Well, can't tell exactly, yet. 'Bout thirty cents. I guess. MAN Why can't you tell? You took the contrac', didn't you? AGENT That's true. But it's keyed to the price. Might be a little more- -might be a little less. FLOYD All right, mister. I'll go. You just show us your license to contrack, then you make out a order--where an' when an' how much you gonna pay--an' you sign it an' we'll go. AGENT 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. FLOYD Twice now I fell for that line. Maybe he need a thousan' men. So he gets five thousan' there an' he'll pay fifteen cents a hour. An' you guys'll have to take it 'cause you'll be hungry. If he wants to hire men, let him write it out an' say what he's gonna pay. Ast to see his license. He ain't allowed by law to contrack men without a license. AGENT Hey, Joe. Agitator! Ever see this guy before? DEPUTY 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. TOM You got nothin' on him. DEPUTY Open your trap again and you'll go too. AGENT Now you fellas don't wanna listen to troublemakers. You better all pack up an' come on up to Tovaris County. DEPUTY Come on, you! WOMAN Oh! CASY Gimme that gun. Now git outa here. Go down in the willows an' wait. TOM I ain't gonna run. CASY Why, the sheriff, he seen you, Tom! Do you wanna get fingerprinted? Do you wanna be sent back for breakin' parole? TOM I guess you're right. CASY Hide in the willows. If it's awright for you to come back I'll give you four high whistles. SECOND DEPUTY What's goin' on here? CASY Oh, this man a yours, he got tough so I hit him. Then he started shootin' an' hit that woman there--so I hit him again. SECOND DEPUTY Well, what'd you do in the first place? CASY I talked back. SECOND DEPUTY Is this the fella that hit you? DEPUTY Don't look like him. CASY Oh, it was me, all right. You just got smart with the wrong fella. SECOND DEPUTY Get in that car. WOMAN This lady's bleeding to death. 2ND DEPUTY Boy, what a mess them forty-five's make! Better get the doctor. ** (01:15:00)** TOM Al! AL You can come in now, Tom. TOM We got to get outa here right away. AL What's the matter? TOM Guy down in the willows was tellin' me some a them poolroom fellas figgerin' on burnin' the whole camp out tonight. We got to get the truck loaded. Ma! Pa! What are you doin' with a jackhandle, Ma? MA Well-- PA Oh, she just got sassy, that's all--she got to rarin'... MA fixin' to run away. TOM Awright, you can fight it out later. Right now we got to hustle. Where's Connie? MA Well, Tom, he's gone. He lit out this evenin'--said he didn't know it was gonna be like this. PA Glad to get shut of him. Never was no good an' never will be. MA Pa! Shh! PA How come I got to shh? Run out on us, didn't he? TOM Cut it out, Pa. Help Al with the truck. Some of the fellas in town are gonna burn out the camp tonight. Oh, don't fret, honey. You'll be awright. ROSASHARN Tom, I jus' don't feel like nothin' at all. Without him I--I jus' don't wanna live. TOM Aw, he'll be back. We'll leave word for him. Jus' don't you worry. PA Come on, kids, get on. Ma, you and Rosasharn climb up. ROSASHARN Ma, maybe--maybe Connie gonna get some books to study up with. He gonna be a radio expert, ya know. Maybe he figgered to surprise us. MA Maybe that's jus' what he done. TOM Ma, they comes a time when a man gets mad. MA You tol' me--you promised me you wasn't like that-- TOM I know. I'm a tryin' to. MA You promised me--you promised. TOM If it was the law they was workin' with, why, we could take it. But it ain't the law. They're workin' away at our spirits. They're tryin' to make us cringe an' crawl--workin' on our decency. MA You promised, Tom. TOM I know. I'm a-trying to, Ma. Honest I am. MA You gotta keep clear. The fambly's a-breakin' up. You got to keep clear. TOM What's that--a detour? MA Tom! Tom! Please! ROSASHARN Tom! LEADER Just where do you think you're goin'? TOM Well, we're strangers here, mister. We heard about they's work in a place called Tovaris. LEADER 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. TOM Which way is it at, mister? LEADER Well, you turn right aroun' and head north. An' don't you come back until the cotton's ready--you understand? TOM Pile out. Let's try that other tire. MA Got another flat tire, Tom? RUTHIE What, another one? TOM Come on--got that back there? PA Awright. TOM Ma, will you get the hell off there? This is gonna be heavy enough. MA Tell you, sump'n's got to happen soon. We're down to our last day of grease--an' two days of flour an' ten potatoes. An' Rosasharn- -we got to remember she's gonna be due soon. SPENCER Morning. VOICES Morning--morning. SPENCER You folks lookin' for work? (01:20:00)** TOM Mister, we're lookin' even under boards for work. SPENCER Can you pick peaches? TOM We can pick anything. SPENCER Well, there's plenty of work for you about forty miles up here-- just this side of Pixley. You turn east on thirty-two--look for the Keene Ranch--tell 'em Spencer sent you. TOM Mister, we sure thank ya! Come on, Ma! AL What is it, a wreck? OFFICER Where do you think you're going? TOM Oh, a fella named Spencer sent us--said there was work pickin' peaches. OFFICER Oh, you want to work, huh? TOM Sure do. OFFICER All right, just pull up in line there. Okay for this one. Take 'em through. TOM What's the matter? What happened? OFFICER Oh, a little trouble up there but you'll get through all right. Go ahead. AL What do you think it is--a washout? TOM I don't know what these cops have got to do with it, but I don't like it. An' these are our own people, too--all of 'em. I don't like this. GUARD Get goin'. Stay in line. VOICE Go ahead. GUARD Go on--hurry up. Come on--come on--come on. Go on up there. Up the street there. Keep in line. Up the street. GUARD Hold it, Bud. BOOKKEEPER Want to work? TOM Sure, but what is this? BOOKKEEPER None of your business. Name? TOM Joad. BOOKKEEPER How many men? TOM Four. BOOKKEEPER Women? TOM Two. BOOKKEEPER Kids? TOM Two. BOOKKEEPER Can you all work? TOM Sure--I guess so. BOOKKEEPER Okay. House sixty-three. Wages five cents a box. No bruised fruit. Move along and you go to work right away. PA Come on, honey. That's it. DEPUTY Name? TOM Joad. Say, what is all this here? SECOND DEPUTY Joad. Not here. DEPUTY License? SECOND DEPUTY Okalahoma--EL204. Don't check. FIRST DEPUTY Now you look here. DEPUTY We don't want no trouble with you. Jus' do your own work and mind your business and you'll be all right. TOM They sure do want to make you feel at home here, all right. ROSASHARN We gonna live here, Ma? MA Why, sure. This won't be so mad once we get her washed out. ROSASHARN I like the tent better. MA Why, this has got a floor. 'Twon't leak when it rain. Here--night come in handy. (01:25:01)** CLERK Name? TOM It's still Joad. CLERK How many? MA Six. Y'all go on--Rosasharn an' me'll unload the truck. ** TOM Any more of them hamburgers, Ma? MA No, they ain't. You made a dollar an' that's a dollar's worth. PA Dollar's worth? That! MA Well, they charge extry at that comp'ny store an' they ain't no other place. TOM Well, I ain't full. MA Well, tomorra you'll get in a full day's work an' a full day's pay an' then we'll all have enough. PA You wouldn't think jus' reachin' up an' pickin'd get you in the back. TOM Think you walk out an' fin' out what all that fuss outside the gate was. Anybody come with me? PA I think I'll set awhile an' then go to bed. AL Think I'll look aroun' an' see if I can't meet my girl. PA Girls! Say, when I was your age... MA Pa! TOM ...working on me, what all that yellin' was about. Got me all curious. I'll be back in a lettle while. MA Tom--Now you be careful. Don't you go sticking your nose in anything. TOM Okay, Ma. Don't worry. GUARD Where do you think you're going? TOM Thought I'd take a walk. Is there any law against that? GUARD Well, you can just turn around and walk back. TOM You mean I can't even get outa here? GUARD Not tonight you can't. Now do you want to walk back, or shall I whistle up some help and have you taken back? TOM I'll walk back. ** TOM Evening. JOE Who are you? TOM Jus' goin' pas', that's all. JOE Know anybody around here? TOM No, Jus' goin' pas', I tell you. TOM Casy! CASY Well, if it ain't Tom Joad. How ya, boy? TOM I thought you was in jail. CASY No, they jus' run me outa town. Come on in. Tom Joad! FRANK This the fella you been talkin' about? CASY That's him. What are you doin' here, Tom? TOM Workin'--pickin' peaches. But I heard some fellas shoutin' when we come in. I come out to fin' out what's goin' on. What's it all about? FRANK This here's a strike. TOM Oh. Fi' cents a box ain't much, but a fella can eat. FRANK Fi' cents! They payin' you fi' cents? TOM Sure. We made a buck since midday. CASY Lookie, Tom. We come here to work. They tell us it's gonna be fi' cents. But they's a whole lot of us, so the man says two an' a half cents. Well, a fella can't even eat on that. An' if he's got kids... So we says we won't take it. So they druv us off. Now they're payin' you five cents--but if they bust this strike ya think they'll pay five? TOM Dunno. Payin' five now. CASY They'll get two an' a half cents jus' the minute we're gone. You know what that is? One ton a peaches picked an' 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 an' they'll pay us--pay us all five--maybe seven! TOM Oh, they won't. They're a-gettin' five now. That's all they care about. CASY But the moment they ain't strike-breakin' they won't get no five! FRANK The nex' thing you know, you'll be out. They got it all fixed down to a T. Well, as soon as the harvest is in you're a migrant worker--afterwards, just a bum. (01:30:05)** TOM Five they're a-gettin' now. That's all they're int'rested in. I know exackly what Pa'd say. He'd jus' say it's none a his business. CASY I guess that's right. He'll have to take a beatin' before he'll know. TOM Take a beatin'? We was outa food. Tonight we had meat. Not much, but we had it. You think Pa's gonna give up his meat on a--on account a some other fellas? Rosasharn needs milk. Do you think Ma's gonna starve that baby jus' on account a fellas yellin' outside a gate? CASY Tom, you got to learn, like I'm a-learnin'. I don't know it right yet myself but I'm tryin' to fin' out--an' that's why I can't ever be a preacher again. Preacher's got to know. I don't know. I got to ask. JOE I don't like it. FRANK What's the matter? JOE I can't tell. Seems as though I--I hear sump'n an' then when I listen there ain't nothin' to hear. FRANK Well, 'tain't outa the question, ya know. CASY We're all a little itchy. Cops been tellin' us how they gonna beat us up an' run us outa the country. Not them reg'lar deputies but them tin-shield men. The ones they got for guards. They figger I'm the leader because I talk so much. FRANK Turn out the light. Come outside. They's sump'n here. CASY What is it? FRANK I dunno. Listen. CASY Can't tell whether you hear it or not. You hear it, Tom? TOM I hear it. I think they's some guys comin' this way--a lot of 'em. We got to get outa here. JOE Down that way--under the bridge span. DEPUTY There he is. The one in the middle, the skinny one! Chunk! Alec! Get him! CASY Listen, you fellas. You don't know what you're doin'. You're helpin' to starve kids. DEPUTY Aw, shut up, you dirty... TOM Casy! You've killed him! DEPUTY It serves him right too. MAN Look out! DEPUTY Boy, he's dead. He's good and dead! Did you see the fella that done it? ANOTHER DEPUTY I ain't sure but I caught him one across the face. He got a trademark he won't be able to get rid of in a hurry! TOM Ma! MA Tom! Tom! Pa, wake up! Al, get the light. RUTHIE Ma? MA Sh! Hurry. Hurry up. Come on. MA Anybody ask anything? ROSASHARN No'm. MA Well, you stay by that door. ROSASHARN Yes, ma'am. MA Tommy, how does it feel? TOM Busted my cheek but I can still see. What'd you hear? MA Looks like you've done it. TOM I thought so. Felt like it. MA Folks ain't talking about much else. They say they got posses out. Talkin' about a lynchin' when they catch the fella. TOM They killed Casy first. MA That ain't the way they're tellin' it. They're sayin' you done it fust. TOM Do they know what the fella looks like? MA They know he got hit in the face. TOM I'm sorry, Ma. I didn't know what I was doin' any more'n when you take a breath. I didn't even know I was gonna do it. (01:35:03)** MA Oh, it's awright, Tommy. I wisht you didn't do it, but you done what you had to do and I can't read no fault in you. TOM I'm goin' away tonight, Ma. I can't go puttin' this on you folks. MA Tom! They's a whole lot I don't understan', but goin' away ain't gonna ease us. They was a time we was on the lan'. They was a bound'ry to us then. Ol' folks died off an' little fellas come, an' we was always one thing--we was the fambly--kinda whole an' clear. But now we ain't clear no more. They ain't nothin' that keeps us clear. Al, he's a-hankerin' an' jibbitin' to be off on his own an' Uncle John's just a-draggin' around. Your Pa's lost his place--he ain't the head no more. We're crackin' up, Tom. They ain't no fambly now. An' Rosasharn--she's gonna have her baby, but it won't have no fambly. I been a-tryin' to keep her goin', but... An' Winfiel'--what's he gonna be, this-a-way? Growin' up wild--An' Ruthie, too. Just like animals. Got nothin' to trus'. Don't go, Tom. Stay an' help. Help me. TOM Okay, Ma. I shouldn't--I know I shouldn't. But okay. ROSASHARN Ma, here come a lot of people. BOOKKEEPER How many? MAN Ten of us. BOOKKEEPER House twenty-five. The number's on the door. MAN Okay, mister. Whatcha payin'? BOOKKEEPER Two and a half cents. MAN Two an' a half! Say, mister, a man can't make his dinner on that. BOOKKEEPER Take it or leave it. There're two hundred men comin' in from the South that'll be glad to get it. MAN But how we gonna eat? BOOKKEEPER Look--I didn't set the price. If you want it, okay--if you don't, turn around and beat it. MAN Which way house twenty-five? BOOKKEEPER Straight up the street. TOM That Casy. He might a been a preacher, but he seen things clear. He was like a lantern--he helped me to see things, too. MA Comes night, we'll get outa here. TOM Like a lantern. AL I'll start the car. MA Yes. JOHN Awright, Tom. MA Jump up--jump up. It's jus' till we get some distance. Then you can come out. TOM I'd hate to get trapped in here. PA Get in, Ma. Come on, John. GUARD Hey, where you goin'? PA We're goin' out. GUARD What for? PA We've got a job offered--a good job. GUARD Yeah? PA Yeah. GUARD Well, let's take a look at you. Wasn't there another fella with you? AL You mean that hitch-hiker? Little short fella with a pale pace? GUARD I guess that's what he looked like. AL We just picked him up on the way in. He left this mornin' when the rate dropped. GUARD What'd you say he looked like again? AL Short fella--pale face. GUARD Was he bruised about the face this mornin'? AL I didn't see nothin'. GUARD Okay. Go on. (01:40:04)** SECOND GUARD Goin' out for good? PA Yeah. Goin' north. Got a job. SECOND GUARD Okay. MA You done good, Al. You done real good. PA Know where we're a-goin'? MA Oh, it don't matter. We got to go an' keep a-goin' till we get plenty of distance away from here. TOM Ouch! She's--she's hotter'n a heifer. PA What's the matter? AL The fan-belt's shot. TOM Sure picked a nice place for it, too, didn't she? Got any gas? AL About half a gallon. TOM Well, Ma, it sure looks like we done her this time. PA Lights up ahead. There might be a camp or something. TOM Looks like about a mile. Reckon she'll coast her, Al? AL She got to coast her. PA Well, let's give her a whirl, huh? Come on, kids--get in. John! JOHN Yeah-yeah. PA Oh, what was that? Did you hurt yourself, John? JOHN No. CARETAKER You hit it too fast. AL What's the idea of that? CARETAKER 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 and they don't forget! AL Got any room here for us? CARETAKER You're lucky. Howdy do, ma'am? How are you? How are you? Down that line--turn to the left. You'll see it. You'll be in number four Sanitary Unit. MA What's that? CARETAKER Oh, toilet--showers--washtubs. MA You mean we'll have washtubs with runnin' water? CARETAKER Yes, ma'am. A camp committee'll call on you in the morning--get you fixed. AL Cops? CARETAKER No. No cops. No--people here elect their own cops. The ladies' committee'll 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? TOM Drive her on down, Al. I'll sign up. CARETAKER Right this way. In here. Now, I--I don't want to seem inquisitive, y'understand, but there's certain information I have to have. What's your name? TOM Joad--Tom Joad. CARETAKER J--O-- TOM A--D. CARETAKER Yeah. Now, how many of you? TOM Eight--now. RUTHIE Uncle John, you don't look so good. JOHN I ain't so good, but I'm a-comin'. PA Come on--shove. CARETAKER Camp site costs a dollar a week, but you can work that out-- carrying garbage, keeping the camp clean--things like that. TOM Well, we'll work it out. Uh, what's the committee you're talkin' about? CARETAKER Well, we have five sanitary units. Each one elects a central committee man. They make the laws an' what they say goes. TOM You aimin' to tell me the fellas that are runnin' the camp are jus' fellas that are campin' here? CARETAKER That's the way it is. TOM An' you say no cops? CARETAKER No cop can come in here without a warrant. TOM Why, I can't hardly believe it. Camp I was in before, they burned it out--the deputies an' some of them poolroom fellas. CARETAKER They don't get in here. Sometimes the boys patrol the fences, especially on dance nights. TOM You got dances, too? CARETAKER We have the best dances in the county every Saturday night. TOM Who runs this place? CARETAKER The Government. TOM Well, why ain't they more like it? CARETAKER You find out, I can't. TOM Well, is there anything like work aroun' here? CARETAKER Well, I can't promise you that, but there'll be a licensed agent here later if you want to talk to him. That cut you have... (01:45:01)** TOM Crate fell on me. CARETAKER Well, better take care of it. Store manager'll give you something for it. See you later. TOM Ma's shore gonna like it here. She ain't been treated decent for a long while. See you later. RUTHIE Winfield! Winfield! Git up! I got sump'n to show you. WINFIELD Whatsa matter? RUTHIE It's some white things, maybe outa dish stuff, like in the catalogue! Come on, I'll show you. Come on. Ain't nobody gonna say anything. Here's where you wash your han's. WINFIELD What's these? RUTHIE Well, I reckon you stan' in them little rooms an' water comes down outa that little jigger up there and you take a bath! WINFIELD Oh, look-just like in the catalogues. RUTHIE Hey--don't you go monk'ing! Now you did it! You busted it! WINFIELD All I done was pull that string! RUTHIE Oh! ** WILKIE Hiya, Mr. Thomas. TOM Good morning. THOMAS How're you? TIM Good morning. THOMAS Nice job. Listen here--maybe I'm gonna talk myself outa my farm, but I like you fellas--you're good workers, so I'm gonna tell you. You live over in the gov'ment camp, don't you? TOM Yes, sir. THOMAS And you have dances over there every Saturday night? WILKIE We sure do. THOMAS Well, look out next Saturday night. TIM What's the matter? I'm head of the Central Committee over there-- I got to know. THOMAS Well, don't tell I told you. Lissen. Citizens, angered at red agitators, burn another squatters' camp and order agitators to leave the county. TOM Listen--what is these reds anyway? Ever'time you turn aroun' somebody's callin' somebody else a red. What is these reds, anyway? THOMAS Oh, I ain't talkin' about that, one way or the other. All I'm saying 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. TIM We ain't tell who tol'. Thank you. THOMAS All right. TIM They ain't gonna be no fight, either. ** LEADER Swing your ladies round and round--go on, swing your ladies round and round... COMMITTEE MAN Ev'nin', ma'am. Who'd you say invited you? MAN Mister an' Mizz Brown. COMMITTEE MAN Oh, go right on in, folks. Go right on in. MAN Hello there, Jennings, how are you? COMMITTEE MAN Hi, Mrs. Jennings. How are you? Glad to see you. LEADER Swing your ladies round and round. Swing that pretty girl round and round--round and round--round and round--round and round-- Swing your ladies round and round--round and round--round and round. AL Hello. GIRL Hello. AL Gonna our dance tonight? I can waltz. GIRL Oh, that's nothin'--anybody can waltz. AL Oh, not like me, they can't. WOMAN You get goin'. This girl's spoke for. She's gonna be married an' her man's a-comin' for her--so git! AL Huh. MEN H'ya, Bill. Hello, Bill. Nice lookin' gal you got there, huh? COMMITTEE MAN H'ya, Mr. Thomas. Howdy, Mizz Thomas. THOMAS You're watching out, ain't you? WILKIE Don't you worry. There ain't gonna be no trouble. THOMAS I hope you know what you talking about. COMMITTEE MAN Ev'nin', boys. Who'd you say invited you? MAN Fella named Jackson--Buck Jackson. COMMITTEE MAN Okay. Have a good time. MAN Thanks. (01:50:01)** JULE Hey, them's our fellas. WILKIE How you know? JULE Oh, jes' got a feelin'. They're kinda scared too. Follow 'em an' get a holt of Jackson. See if he knows 'em. I'll stay here. WILKIE Yeah. AL Hello. GIRL Hello. AL So long. WOMAN How do you do, Mrs. Joad. MA Howdy do. MAN Please to dance, ma'am? MA Oh, thank you kin'ly, but she ain't right well--sort of poorly. MAN Well, thank you just the same. MA Howdy do. WILKIE Hey, Jackson, look--did you ever see them fellas before? MAN Sorry, neighbor, but we got to keep the camp clean. JACKSON I know one of 'em--used to work with 'im. I never ast 'em to the dance, though. WILKIE Awright. Keep your eye on 'em. Jus' keep 'em in sight, that's all. WILLIE I seen 'em, Mr. Wallace. A car with five men parked down by the euc'lyptus trees an' another one with four men up on the main road an' they got guns, too. I seen 'em. TIM Thank you, Willie. You done right good. You can run along and dance now. Well, it sure looks like the fat's in the far this time. TOM What them deppities want to hurt the camp for? How come they can't let us alone? MAN We'd oughta git ourselves some pick axe handles an'-- TIM No! That's just what they want. No, sirree. If they can git a fight goin', they can call in the cops an' say we ain't orderly. WILKIE Hey, they're here. We got 'em spotted. TIM Got ever'thing ready? TOM There ain't gonna be no trouble. TIM I don't want you to go hurting them fellas, now. WILKIE You don't need to worry now. We got ever'thing arranged. Maybe, nobody'll even see it. TIM Well, just don't use sticks or no knives, or no piece a arn. If you got sock 'em , sock 'em where they ain't a-goin' to bleed. LEADER Gentlemen, hats off, please. Thank you. TOM She's gettin' prettier every day, Ma. MA Girl with a baby's always pretty. TOM Come on, Ma, let's dance. MA Oh, Tom, I can't. TOM Come on. MA Well, awright. Tom, stop! TOM 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. DEPUTY Nine twenty-nine. Let's go. MAN Awright--nine thirty. Here we go. Awright, buddy, I'll dance with her. AL You an' who else. TOM Excuse me, Ma. DEPUTY Awright, open up. We hear you got a riot. CARETAKER Riot? I don't see any riot. Who're you? DEPUTY Deputy sheriffs. CARETAKER Well, have you got a warrant? DEPUTY We don't need a warrant when there's a riot. CARETAKER Well, I don't know what you're gonna do about it. I don't hear any riot--I don't see any riot. What's more, I don't believe there is any riot. DEPUTY Awright--let's go. (01:55:14)** OFFICER Oklahoma EL204. CARETAKER You have no right to arrest anybody without a warrant, you know. OFFICER We'll have a warrant, just as soon as we check with headquarters. MA Tommy. Ain't you gonna tell me goobye? TOM I didn't know, Ma. I didn't know if I ought to. RUTHIE Ma. MA Shh! Ruthie. TOM Come outside. They was some cops here to-night. They was takin' down license numbers. I guess somebody knows sump'n. MA I guess it had to come soon or later. Sit down for a minute. (02:00:21)** TOM I'd like to stay, Ma. I'd like to be with ya an' see your face when you an' 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. MA I could hide you, Tommy. TOM I know you would, Ma. But I ain't gonna let you. You hide somebody that's kilt a guy an' you're in trouble, too. MA Awright, Tommy, but what do you figger you're gonna do? TOM You know what I been thinkin' about? About Casy. About what he said--what he done--about how he died. An' I remember all of it. MA He was a good man. TOM I been thinkin' about us, too--about our people livin' like pigs an' good rich lan' layin' fallow; or maybe one guy with a million acres an' a hundred thousan' farmers starvin'; an' I been wonderin' if all our folks got together an' yelled... MA Oh, Tommy, they'd drive you out an' cut you down just like they done to Casy. TOM They'd drive me anyways. Soon or later they'd get me for one thing if not for another. Until then... MA Tommy, you're not aimin'g to kill nobody! TOM No, Ma. Not that. That ain't it. It's just--well, as long as I'm an outlaw anyways, maybe I can do sump'n. Maybe I can jus' fin' out sump'n. Jus' scrouge aroun' an' maybe fin' out what it is that's wrong--then see if they ain't sump'n can be done about it. I ain't thought it all out clear, Ma. I--I can't. I don't know enough. MA Well, how'm I gonna know 'bout you, Tommy? Why, they could kill you an' I'd never know. They could hurt you. How'm I gonna know? TOM Well, maybe it's like Casy says--a fella ain't got a soul of his own--just a little piece of a big soul--the one big soul that belongs to ever'body. Then... MA Then what, Tom? TOM Then it don't matter. I'll be all aroun' in the dark. I'll be ever'where--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 where there're mad--an' I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry an' they know supper's ready. An' when the people are eatin' the stuff they raise, an' livin' in the houses they built, I'll be there too. MA I don't understan' it, Tom. TOM Me neither, Ma, but jus' sump'n I've been thinkin' about. Gimme your han', Ma. Good-by. MA Good-by, Tommy. Later when this is blowed over, you'll come back? TOM Sure, Ma. MA Tom, we--we ain't the kissin' kind, but... TOM Good-by, Ma. MA Good-by, Tommy. Tommy. ** CARETAKER Good-by. Good-by. PA Turn that up, Al, an' get her rolled up. How you fixed, John? JOHN I'm gettin' along fine. PA Here, Winfield, you get up on top now an' get out of the way. (02:05:03)** WILKIE I'don't see what you folks are hurryin' so for. They tell me there's twenny days' work up there. PA Yes, sir, an' we aim to git in all twenny of 'em. AL All ready, Ma? MA Yes. How you feelin', Rosasharn? PA All aboard, ever'body! All aboard for Fresno. WILKIE Wait a minute an' I'll give you a han'. MA Careful of her now. PA Easy, child. She'll be all right. Watch her, John. JOHN I'll take care of her. PA You take care of her. That's it. How you fixed, Al? AL All right, Pa. PA Now, Ma. Good-by--good-by. Good-by--good-by, everybody. AL Thank you, Mr. Conway. PA Thank you. Good-by. CARETAKER Careful, now. Good-by--good-by. AL Twenny days' work, oh boy! PA I'll be glad to get my hands on some cotton. That's the kin' of pickin' I understan'. MA Maybe. Maybe twenny days of work an' maybe no days work. We ain't got it till we get it. AL Whatsa matter, Ma? Gettin' scared? MA 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 an' beat. Looked like we didn't have nobody in the whole wide worl' but enemies--like nobody was frien'ly no more. It made me feel kind of bad an' scared, too--like we was lost an' nobody cared. PA You're the one that keeps us goin', Ma. I ain't no good no more an' I know it. Seems like I spen' all my time these days thinkin' how it use'ta be--thinkin' of home. I ain't never gonna see it no more. MA Well, Pa, a woman can change better'n a man. A man lives, sort of, well, in jerks. Baby's born, or somebody dies, an' that's a jerk. He gets a farm or loses it an' that's a jerk. With a woman it's all in one flow, like a stream, little eddies an' waterfalls, but the river it goes right on. Woman looks at it that-a-way. PA Well, maybe, but we're sure takin' a beatin'. MA I know. That's what makes us tough. Rich fellas come up an' they die an' their kids ain't no good an' 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. We'll go on forever, Pa, 'cause we're the people. THE END