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Bigelow?

- Well, what did I do now?
- Nothing.

I just thought you'd want to know.

There's trouble.

- Thought you said I didn't do nothing.
- Oh, no. Not you.

I can't tell you where I heard it...

but I heard things ain't going so good
for your kinfolk down on Earth.

There's trouble?

- Is it Julie?
- Well, I don't know, exactly.

- Well, is it my boy?
- I told you, I don't know.

Well, now, ain't that just dandy.

You take the trouble
to tell me there's trouble...

but you don't know
what kind of trouble it is.

Do me a favor, will you?

Go bother somebody else
while I finish these...

stars.
- All right.

I just thought you might want
to go down there.

Maybe help.

Who, me?

You gone loony or something?

How?

Well, everybody's got a right
to go back for one day.

- They have?
- Sure.

That's the only reason I told you.

Hey. Come here, come here. Hey!

Not that I'm interested
in going back there...

but just in case I should be...

who gives out this permission?
- The Starkeeper.

Him, huh?

Well, I'll think about it.

Was you wanting to see me?

Yes, I was.

I heard my family's
in trouble down there.

Somebody tried to tell me
if I came up here and see you...

why, you'd give me permission
to go back for one day.

- Is that a fact?
- Yes.

But as I recall, Bigelow, when you first
got here, you waived that right.

- I did?
- Yep.

Pretty sure.
But let's look at the record.

Here we are. Bigelow.

Question: "Is there anything on Earth
you left unfinished, Mr. Bigelow?

The reason I ask you is you're entitled
to go back for one day, if you want to."

Answer: "As long as I'm here,
I might as well stay."

I said that?

Why, you don't think
this book's incorrect, do you?

No.

Well, if that's the way it is,
that's the way it is.

Wait a minute, now. Wait a minute.

You know, sometimes we make
exceptions in special cases.

Special cases?

You mean if a guy led a good life,
he'd deserve a break?

That kind of thing, huh?

- I know the answer already.
- Do you, now?

Now, how do you know
how we judge things up here?

I'd just be wasting your time
and mine.

Simmer down, now, Billy.
You're forgetting. Here, there is no time.

This is the beginning and the end.

Why don't you tell me about yourself.
What did you do down there?

What did I do down there?

Oh, you mean
what did I do for a living?

Well, you can start there if you want.

Well...

I owned this carousel.
- You what?

Look, if you know this story,
what do you wanna hear it again for?

Oh, I don't know the story...

but I can see through you
like a pane of window glass.

Now, why don't you start over.

Well, I worked for this lady
who owned the carousel.

But I was the main attraction!

I was, wasrt I?

Every night, girls would gather around,
the music would be playing...

the carousel would be going
round and round...

the whole midway would be packed
with people...

and I'd be standing up there.

All right, everybody.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Come ride on the carousel.
Only 15 more glorious minutes.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Step right this way...

and come and ride...

Ride starts in a few minutes, ladies
and gentleman, just a very few minutes.

Hurry, hurry. Over this way and...

Come on, everybody. Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Ride on the carousel.

The most beautiful carousel
you've ever seen.

And this year,
it's faster and faster...

and give your wife
the ride of a lifetime.

Fifteen minutes for 5 cents is all.

Five little cents.

- Give yourself the time of your life.
- Get in line.

Get in line.

Up!

Julie! Come on! Hurry!
Come on.

She's coming after us again.
Let's run.

No. I ain't scared of her.

Listen, you little...
I've got one more thing to tell you.

If you ever so much as poke your nose
in my carousel again...

I'm gonna have you thrown out,
right on your pink bustle.

You got no call to talk like that.
She ain't doing you no harm.

Ain't she? You think I wanna get in
trouble with the police, lose my license?

What is the woman talking about?

Letting my barker fool with you.
Ain't you ashamed?

- I don't let no man fool...
- He leaned against her through the ride.

He leaned against the horse.
He didn't lay a hand on me.

No, Miss Innocence. I suppose he didn't
put his arm around your waist neither.

And suppose he did. Is that a reason
to go and have a "capuleptic" fit?

You mind your own business,
you hussy.

Go back to your old carousel
and leave us alone.

- Yeah, leave us alone, you old...
- I don't run my business for sluts.

- Who you calling a slut? Slut yourself!
- Yeah, slut yourself!

Shut up!

Jabber, jabber, jabber.

What's going on, anyway?

Spitting and sputtering
like corn a-popping on a shovel.

- Mr. Bigelow, please...
- Don't yell.

- I didn't yell.
- Well, don't.

- What's the matter?
- I want you to look at that girl, Billy.

She ain't never to be allowed
on my carousel again.

Next time she tries to get in, if she
dares, I want you to throw her out.

- Do you understand? Throw her out!
- All right, all right.

Well, you heard what the lady said.
Go on. Go on home. Shoo!

- Get!
- Come on, Julie.

- No, I won't.
- Would you like a nice, cool drink, Billy?

- Sure.
- Mr. Bigelow...

tell me, please, honest and truly...

if I come back to the carousel again,
would you throw me out?

What did she do, anyway?

She said you put your arm around
my waist.

Well. Here's something new.

Can't put my arm around a girl without
first asking permission, is that how it is?

No. I just don't want
that one around no more.

You come around all you like, see?

If you ain't got the price,
Billy Bigelow will treat you to a ride.

Big talker, ain't you, Mr. Bigelow?

I suppose you think I can't
throw you out too, if I want to.

You're such a good barker I can't run
my business without you, is that it?

Well, just for that, you're discharged.

Your services are no longer required.
You're bounced. See?

Very well, Mrs. Mullin. Very well.

Well, now you know I could bounce you
if I felt like it.

Well, you felt like it just now.
So I'm bounced. Bounced.

Well, now, you don't have to pick up
every word I say. I only said that l...

Said that my services
were no longer required.

Very good, Mrs. Mullin.
We'll let it go at that.

All right, you devil.
We'll let it go at that.

- Mr. Bigelow, if she says...
- You keep out of this.

But I don't want this to happen
on account of me.

Apologize to her.

Me, apologize to her? For what?
For giving my carousel a bad name?

A bad...?

The day you bought the carousel,
Mrs. Mullin, it got a bad name.

After all I've done for you,
that's what...?

- Now I am through with you.
- Go on.

- Go on.
- For good. Do you hear?

Get!

Through for good.

And I won't take you back
like I done before.

What will you do now, Mr. Bigelow?

Well, first of all,
I'll go get myself a glass of beer.

Whenever anything bothers me,
I always drink a glass of beer.

Then you are bothered
about losing your job.

No.

Only about how I'm gonna pay
for the beer.

Will you pay for it?

You?

How much money you got?

Forty-three cents.

And you?

I asked you
how much money you got.

You don't need to cry about it.

If you ain't got it, you ain't got it.

Tell her to stop crying.

Carrie.

Well, that's better.

I'm going over to the carousel
and get my things.

Say, you know that bench
down the road?

The one by the... By the water.
The last one, by the tree?

I'll meet you there and then we'll go see
about having that drink.

It's all right. Keep your money.
This time I'll pay.

Julie?

I've been busting
to tell you something.

You have?

Reason I didn't care
to tell you before was...

well, because you didn't have
a feller of your own.

But now that you got one,
I can tell you about mine.

Oh, I'm glad you got a feller, Carrie.
What's his name?

- Carrie, I'm so happy for you.
- Yeah.

Oh, come on.
I don't wanna be late.

Carrie, this is where
he meant us to wait.

You sure?

Yes.

It's awful quiet here, Julie.

Yes, it is.

Hardly anyone ever goes past here.

Do you think the stories about him
are true?

Probably.

Well, what are you girls doing here?

You told us to wait for you.

I meant she was to wait.
You can go home.

Why, Mr. Bigelow...

if you think either one of us
would stay here with you al...

Oh, Mr. Bigelow, it's late.

If Julie stays, she'll lose her job.

Lose your job
because you stay out late?

- Where do you work?
- At Bascombe's cotton mill.

All Bascombe's girls
have to be respectable.

We all live in
the mill boarding house...

and if we're late, they lock us out
and we can't work there anymore.

Is that right? They bounce you
if you ain't home on time?

- That's right.
- It's late, Julie.

We ought to go.

Are you coming?

Should I go, Julie?

I can't tell you what to do, Carrie.

All right.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye, Julie.

Goodbye, Carrie.

Well, now we're both out of jobs.

- You had your supper?
- No.

- You wanna eat out on the pier?
- No.

You don't come around the carousel
very much, do you?

I only seen you two or three times
before today.

I've been there much more than that.

Is that right?

- You see me?
- Yes.

- Did you know I was Billy Bigelow?
- The girls told me.

- You got a sweetheart?
- No.

- Now, don't lie to me.
- I haven't any.

Why, you stayed here
the first time I asked you to.

You wouldn't have stayed so quick
if you hadrt done it before.

What'd you stay for, anyway?

So you wouldn't be left alone.

Holy smokes, you're dumb.

I don't need to be alone.
I can have all the girls I want.

- Don't you know that?
- I know, Mr. Bigelow.

All the girls are crazy for you.

Well, that's more like it.

You know what you remind me of?

A girl I knew at Coney Island.

Tell you how I met her.

We was just putting out the lights
one night, when...

Is that you, Miss Jordan?

Yes, Mr. Bascombe.

Whatever are you doing
out at this hour?

- Well, l...
- You couldn't be home in time now...

if you ran all the way.
- No, sir.

- And what's it your business?
- Mr. Bigelow, this is Mr. Bascombe.

- He owns the mill...
- I don't care what he owns.

You ask me,
he owns a lot of nerve.

- What right's he got coming here...?
- What's going on?

- Oh, good evening, Timony.
- Evening, Mr. Bascombe.

Are you having trouble?

Him, having trouble? Ask me.

I was just sitting with my lady friend,
not bothering nobody...

when Old Sideburns comes...
- Here, now, Bigelow.

Don't be calling Mr. Bascombe names
unless you're fixing to get in trouble.

- You know this fellow, Timony?
- Yes, Mr. Bascombe.

We have a report on him
from the chief of police at Bangor.

He's a pretty fly gazebo.

Works on carousels, makes a specialty
out of pretty young'uns like this.

Gets them all moony-eyed,
promises to marry them...

then takes their money.
- I haven't got any money.

That's right, she ain't.

Oh, you found that out already.

Julie, you are a young
and inexperienced child...

and I've decided to give you
one more chance.

I'll take you back to the house myself
and explain everything to the matron.

Come, my child.

Well, don't stand there
like you didn't have good sense.

Do I have to go with you?

Well, no, you don't have to.

- Then I'll stay.
- After I warned you.

You see, Timony?
There are some you just can't help.

- Good night.
- Good night, Mr. Bascombe.

- You, I ought to throw you in jail.
- What for?

Don't know. Wish I did.

Well, and then what?

You were telling me a story.

You were just putting out
the lights when...

Oh, yeah.

Well, just as the lights went out,
someone come along.

It was this little girl,
the one with the sh...

Tell me something,
ain't you scared of me?

I mean, after what that cop said
about me taking money from girls?

I ain't scared.

You're a funny kid.

Well, you wanna go
into town and dance?

Oh, no.

- I have to be careful.
- Of what?

My character.

See, I'm never gonna marry.

Well, a girl who don't marry
has gotta be much more particular.

- About what? Who she's seen with?
- Oh, no.

No. About not letting other people
get the wrong impression.

See, if I was gonna marry...

it wouldn't make
so much difference.

Suppose I was to say to you
that I'd marry you.

- You?
- That scares you, don't it?

You're thinking about
what that cop said.

No. Why, I never paid no mind
to what he said.

Well, you wouldn't marry a feller
like me, anyway, would you?

Yes, I would. If I loved you.

Why, it wouldn't make
any difference what you...

Even if I died for it.

How do you know what you'd do
if you loved me?

How you'd feel, or anything.

I don't know how I'd know.

But I know how it'd be if I loved you.

But you... You don't.

No, I don't.

Well, anyway, you don't love me.

That's what you said, wasrt it?

Yes.

I can smell them. Can you?

The blossoms.

The wind brings them down.

There ain't much wind tonight.
Hardly any.

I don't need you or anyone
to help me.

I got it figured out for myself.

What are we?
Just a couple of specks of nothing.

Look up there.

You're a funny kid.

I don't remember ever meeting
a girl like you.

- Hey, you trying to get me to marry you?
- No.

Well, then,
what's putting it into my head?

- I wonder what it'd be like.
- Lf you loved me?

But you don't.

No, I don't.

Well, anyway, I ain't the kind
of a feller to marry anybody.

Even if a girl was foolish enough
to want me to, I wouldn't.

Don't worry about it, Billy.

Who's worried?

You're right about
there being no wind.

The blossoms are just
coming down by theirselves.

Just their time to, I reckon.

Well, you being Julie's only kinfolk,
I thought you'd want to know.

Ain't seen that barker from the carousel
neither. He got bounced too.

- Lf you ain't got any better than them...
- Oh, I got better. I got better.

Could be accidental, them both
disappearing the same time.

All the same,
it does look a mite peculiar.

Nobody in our family ever did anything
to be ashamed of, Clem Hoops.

Now, you just find me a couple
of good, big lobsters or git!

Julie! Julie.

Julie. Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

- I was wondering where you been.
- I been getting married, Cousin Nettie.

This is my husband, Billy Bigelow.

- Your husband?
- It's a fact, Nettie.

Look.

It's pretty.

Solid-gold plated.

I'm pleased to know you, Mr. Bigelow.

And I wish you both
all the happiness in the world.

I'd have said it sooner,
but it's kind of a surprise.

Takes a little getting used to.

Me, I never got used to it.

I just couldn't get the hang
of being married.

Was that Julie's fault?

I didn't say that.

But maybe it wasrt my fault either.

There's only one carousel in town.

I couldn't go back there.

I didn't have a job.

What did you live on?

Her cousin Nettie.

To be perfectly honest with you,
I tried...

I would be, if I were you.

All right.

I didn't mind living off
her cousin Nettie.

It was... It was just having
nothing to do that drove me crazy.

Well...

a couple of months went by,
and it was June.

Everybody was getting ready
for the first clambake of the season.

Excepting Julie and me.

Everybody was having themselves
a whale of a time.

Hello there on the Nancy B!

Hello there on the Nancy B!

Looking for somebody, miss?

My husband. They told me he was with
one of your hands, Jigger Craigin.

Could be, ma'am, but I ain't seen him.
The whole crew's gone ashore.

They was figuring on
going on that clambake.

Maybe you can catch up
with them there.

Thank you, sir.

- She gone?
- Yeah.

Billy, is that true?
Is there a clambake today?

Yeah.

- First one of the year.
- Yeah.

- Why don't we go.
- What for?

We'd come back rich,
that's what for.

Rich? From a clambake?
You'd be the first one.

Jigger's been the first one
lots of times.

What you need's a glass of beer.
I'm buying.

That clambake's just
what I've been waiting for.

- You couldn't find him, could you?
- No.

- Hello, Julie.
- Hello, Carrie.

Julie...

is Billy working yet?

No.

Mr. Snow says a man that can't find
work these days is just bone-lazy.

Billy don't know any trade.

He's only good at what he used to do.

So now he just don't do anything.

You know something else, Carrie?

- Last Monday, he hit her.
- Nettie.

- Did you hit him back?
- Oh, no.

Why, I would've. I'd leave him.

You don't understand, Carrie.

You see, he's unappy
because he ain't working.

That's why he hit me Monday.

Fine reason for hitting you.

Beats his wife
because he ain't working.

Is this before the clambake,
after, or what?

It's while the clambake's going on.

Once we're out there,
suppose me and you get in a boat...

and come back in
and did whatever we had to do.

Then we got back, there's your alibi.

We could just say, "We were on
the island all the time. We got lost."

All right. What do we have to do?

I mean me. What do I gotta do?

Well, first you go up to Old Sideburns
and you say:

"Excuse me, sir,
could you tell me the time?"

I say, "Excuse me, sir,
could you tell me the time?"

- Then what?
- By that time, I got my knife in his ribs.

- Then you take your knife...
- Me?

I ain't got a knife.

Well, you can get one, can't you?

- Does he have to be killed?
- He don't have to be.

But these New Englanders
are funny, they'd rather be killed.

Well?

I ain't gonna do it. It's dirty.

- What's dirty about it?
- Killing.

What's the matter?
We ain't gonna kill him.

We're just gonna scare him. That's what
the knives are for, to scare him.

I ain't gonna do it, Jigger.

- Lf you got all the money you want...
- I ain't got a cent.

Money thinks I'm dead.

Julie, I got some good news
to tell you.

About you and Mr. Snow?

Carrie and me
are being cried in church.

Mr. Snow, you startled me.

Well, this is him.

Carrie told me a lot about you.

I told you a lot about Julie, didn't I?

- Enoch's nice-looking, ain't he?
- Oh, come, Carrie.

Steady and reliable too.

Well, ain't you gonna wish us
good luck?

Of course I wish you luck, Carrie.

You can kiss Enoch too,
us being such good friends.

And me being right here
looking on at you.

Why are you crying, Mrs. Bigelow?

It's because she has
such a good heart.

We thank you
for your heartfelt sympathy.

We thank you, Mrs. Bigelow.

Billy! Billy.

You know Carrie.

And this is her intended, Mr. Snow.

- Mr. Snow?
- Mr. Bigelow?

I feel like I know you.

Oh, yes.

The man who owns the herring boat.

Can you smell it over there, Jigger?

Nope. Wind's in the wrong direction.

It's a good, honest smell.

It's a powerful honest smell.

Carrie, you still want me
to offer him a job?

- What job?
- Mr. Snow is putting on another boat.

I was gonna ask him
to offer you a job on it, but now...

Me? Work on a herring boat?

No, thanks.

Enoch, come along before you lose
your temper and do something violent.

Well, go ahead. Say it!

I insulted your friends.

Stayed out all night. I ain't working.
I'm living off your cousin Nettie.

- I didn't say anything.
- No...

but it was on the tip of your tongue.

I was only gonna ask...

if you wanted to go to clambake.
- It's a good idea, Billy.

You've been acting kind of nervous
and edgy. Who knows?

- Maybe you might find a treasure.
- No! I ain't going to no clambake.

Well, do you got anything else to say?

Like what, Billy?

Well, like whether I'm hungry or not.

I didn't have to ask that, Billy.
I knowed you was hungry.

You go and sit down
and I'll bring you your dinner.

Did you wanna see somebody?

Yeah, Billy.

- That is, if he's home yet.
- He's home.

Would it be asking too much
to know where he is?

My husband is around the other side,
waiting for his dinner.

Thanks.

Hello, Billy.

Well, what'd you come for?

Well, I see you're still hanging around
your jailbird friend.

What's it to you
who I hang around with?

One thing I can't abide
is a common-type woman.

Everybody that gets mixed up with him
finishes up in the jailhouse or the grave.

Common woman.

Put on a new coat of paint.
You're starting to peel.

Old pleasure boat.

Well, what are you doing here?

You got a new barker, ain't you?

Why don't you stay home and
sleep at night. You look awful.

Here, come on, put your hair back
off your forehead.

Leave my hair be.

I hear you've been beating her. If you're
sick of her, why don't you leave her.

- No use beating the poor thing.
- Who beat her?

What's all this darn fool talk
about a beating? I hit her once.

Now the whole town is talking...

Next one I hear say "beat,"
I'm gonna smash...

All right. All right. All right.
All right, I take it back.

Look, I don't wanna get
mixed up in this.

Beat her. As if I'd beat her.

What's the odds, one way or the other?
Why don't you look at the thing straight.

You're sick of being married.

The carousel ain't crowded
without me, is it?

Oh, Billy, you see, you belong out there
and you know it.

You wasrt cut out for a respectable
married man. You're the...

You're the artist type.

You belong among artists.

Tell you what, Billy...

you come back.

And I'll give you that ruby ring
my husband left me.

I don't know, l...

Yeah.

I might go back. Yeah.

- Yeah, I can still live here with Julie...
- Holy Moses!

- Well, what's wrong?
- Imagine how the girls would love that.

A barker who runs
home to his wife every night.

Why, people would laugh
theirselves sick.

Well, I know I would.

Yeah, I can hear you laughing.

Don't be so stuck on yourself.

- You want anything?
- I brought you your dinner.

Billy...

I got something to tell you.

All right.

I've been wanting to tell you.

- In fact, I was going to yesterday...
- Go ahead!

I can't.

We gotta be alone.

Can't you see I'm busy here?

- I'm talking business...
- It'll only take a minute.

- Get out of here.
- It'll only take a minute.

- Will you get out of here?
- No.

- What did you say?
- Oh, let her alone.

She's got something to tell you.

And you...

You've got something to tell her.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Well?
- Don't look at me like that.

I ain't afraid of you.
I ain't afraid of anyone.

Go ahead and tell me what it is.
Make it quick.

I can't tell you so quick.

Why don't you drink your coffee.

- Is that what you come to tell me?
- No.

But by the time you drink it,
I'll have told you.

Well?

Well...

Yesterday my head ached,
and you asked me if...

Yes?

Well, you see, that's what it is.

I'm gonna have a baby.

Julie.

- Julie.
- You ain't mad, Billy, are you?

Should you be walking up them stairs?

Sure, Billy.

- Here, let me help you.
- I'm all right.

I'm fine.
Just as long as you ain't mad.

Here. You'll be wanting
an advance on your salary.

That's only fair. Now, you've
been out of work a long time.

Go home, Mrs. Mullin.

Well, what's the matter with you?
- Go on back to your carousel.

Go on, go on.

You mean you ain't
coming back with me?

Goodbye, Mrs. Mullin.

What did she tell you?
Some lies about me, I'll bet.

No. Nothing about you.

It was about me.

And Julie and...

As a matter of fact, Mrs. Mullin...

I'm gonna be a father.

You?

You, a father?

Goodbye, Mrs. Mullin.

Hey, Jigger. Jigger.

Julie's gonna have a baby.

Well, what about it?

Nothing.

My mother had a baby once.

Bill.

His mother would like that...

but he wouldn't be president
unless he wanted.

Say, why am I taking on like this?

Wait a minute.

Could it be?

What the...?

What if he...

is a girl?

Bill.

Bill.

What would I do with her?

What could I do for her?

A bum with... With no money.

Wish you could come, Julie.

I'd rather stay home, really.

You go and have yourself a good time.

Julie!

Julie!

Julie!

- I thought you'd gone.
- I ain't going on the clambake, Billy.

What do you mean, you ain't going?

- You're going, we're both going.
- You said...

Forget it.

I mean, that was before.

- We gotta have a celebration, ain't we?
- Oh, Billy, I'm so glad.

I'll see if Carrie and Mr. Snow
have room for us.

Oh, but...

You wouldn't wanna
go with them, would you?

Why, sure I would.

You're putting the craziest ideas
into my head.

First I don't wanna
go on a clambake...

and now I don't wanna go
with Carrie and Mr. Snow.

- Go on. Ask them. Go on.
- All right, Billy.

Change your mind, huh?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Get the knife?

No, I haven't. No.

Don't worry about it, mate.
Here's your coat.

Billy! Billy, it's all right.

- Come on.
- I'm coming, Julie.

See you later, mate.

- Mr. Snow.
- Hello, Bigelow.

Cast off the stern line.

Julie, after the baby's born...

maybe we could go
to San Francisco.

- We'll take the kid with us, of course.
- Sure, Billy. Sure.

You think I'm just talking, huh?
You'll see.

Carrie, can you imagine how it'll be
when all the kids are asleep upstairs...

you and me sit alone
in the firelight?

Me in my armchair...

you on my knee, maybe.
- Maybe.

Butter's melted.

Thank you, Carrie.

- Enoch?
- Yeah?

You found the treasure last year,
so it's your turn to hide it now.

- Enoch.
- And while Enoch's hiding the treasure...

all the rest of you get to work
and clean up this island.

Can't leave it like this
for the next picnickers that come.

- Here.
- Get to work...

the whole kit and caboodle of you.
Burn all that rubbish.

Carrie's a well-set-up little piece.

Look, ain't it time for us to start?

No, wait until they start
the treasure hunt.

We'll go together like a team.
Then we'll get lost like I said.

- Did you get the knife?
- No.

- Well, go and take one.
- Somebody might see me.

Take it so they don't see you.
I got some sweet business to transact.

- Miss Pepperidge.
- Mr. Craigin.

- No fair peeking.
- I didn't come here to find no treasure.

- You didn't?
- No. I come here to protect you.

You did?

What are you doing out here alone?

Don't you know it's dangerous?

Suppose I was a different type of feller.

You know, unprincipled.

A feller who'd use physical strength
to have his will. There are such men.

I know, but...

Every girl ought to know how
to defend herself against brutes.

I could teach you tricks that'd land a
masher flat on his face in two minutes.

- I ain't strong enough.
- Oh, it don't take strength.

It's just a matter of balance.

A twist of the wrist,
a dig with the elbow.

Here, let me show you a simple one.
This might save your life someday.

Now, suppose a feller...

gets ahold of you like this.

Now, you put your two hands
on my neck.

Now pull me towards you. That's it.

Now pull my head down.

Good. Now put your left arm
all the way around my neck.

Now squeeze hard. Tighter.

Good girl.

- Does it hurt?
- Oh, you got me helpless.

Show me another one.

Right.

Here's how you can pick a feller up
and send him sprawling.

Now, I'll just stand here,
and you get ahold of...

No. No, wait a minute.

I'll do it to you first
and then you can do it to me.

All right.

And you just stand still and relax.

- This is the way firemen carry people.
- It is?

You see how helpless you can make
a feller if he gets fresh with you?

Oh, Miss Pepperidge,
I'm just crazy for you.

- Mr. Craigin...
- Why, just to see your lovely smile...

I'd swim through beer
with my mouth closed.

Hello, Enoch.

This is the way firemen carry people.

Where's the fire?

He... He was just showing me
how to defend myself.

It didn't look like
you'd learned much.

That's because you came too early.

In my opinion, sir,
you are as scurvy a hunk of scum...

as I ever seen near the water's edge
at low tide.

What's all the fussing
and fuzzling and wuzzling about?

I never thought I'd see the woman
I'm engaged to carried out of the woods.

He wasrt carrying me out of the woods.
He was carrying me into the woods.

Oh, no. I don't mean that.

I think we have said
all we have to say.

I can't abide women
who are free, loose and lollygagging.

And I certainly
would never marry one.

Enoch!

Oh, let him go, Carrie.
You don't know when you're lucky.

You keep out of this!

- Enoch!
- Oh, Carrie.

You could never be happy
with a man like that.

I'm only telling you
for your own good, believe me.

Nice talk.

Enoch, say you'll forgive me.
Please say you'll forgive me.

Leave me alone. Leave me alone
with my shattered dreams.

They're all I have left.

Come on.

- I got it.
- What?

The knife.

- Look, ain't it about time?
- Sure.

Hey, Nettie. Nettie!
When do we start that treasure hunt?

Right now. Get your partners.
Two men to each team.

You got half an hour to find the treasure.
The winners can kiss any girls they like.

Billy! Billy.

Billy, are you going with Jigger?

- Don't you think that's foolish?
- Why?

Well, neither one of you
knows the island good.

- You ought to split up and...
- Now, look...

we're partners, see?

Let's go, Jigger.

Julie.

Oh, Julie. It kind of makes you
wonder, don't it?

Yes, it does, Carrie. And yet...

Billy!

Billy!

- You ain't gonna use the knife.
- No.

I told you it was just to scare him.

What if something happens?
Something goes wrong?

Look.

Suppose when we die,
we'll have to come up before...

- Before...
- Before who?

- Before God.
- You and me? Not a chance.

And why not?

What's the highest court
they ever dragged you into?

Just police magistrates, I guess.

Sure. You never been up before
a Supreme Court judge, have you?

- No.
- It's the same thing in the next world.

For the rich folks,
the heavenly court and the high judge.

For you and me, police magistrates.

For the rich, fine music
and chubby little angels.

Wort we have any music?

Not one blasted note.

All we'll get is justice, and there'll be
plenty of that for you and me.

Say, come on, let's play some cards.

It'll pass the time.

We'll play 21. I'll bank.

What'll you bank?
I ain't got any money.

You can play on credit. I'll deduct it.

- From what?
- From your share of the money.

If you win,
you can deduct it from my share.

Bascombe will have 3000 on him.

That's what he brings to the captain.

Only tonight the captain don't get it,
we get it.

Fifteen hundred to you, 1500 to me.

Go ahead and deal.

I'll bet 50.

Make it 100.

Enough.

Twenty-one.

- This time, double or nothing.
- Double or nothing it is.

I got enough.

- Twenty-one.
- Are you cheating?

Do I look like a cheat?

- Five hundred.
- Say, you're a plunger, ain't you?

Yes, sir.

I'll take another.

Too much.

That makes 700 you owe me.

Seven hundred?

Double or nothing.

I'll stand.

Twenty-one. A natural.

Why, you, you stinking crook!
You are cheating me.

- I ought to...
- Billy, Billy. Bascombe!

- Go, go. The time, the time.
- Excuse me.

Say, excuse me, sir.

- Could you tell me the time?
- Give me that money and be quick.

- Look out, he's got a gun!
- Don't move...

either one of you. Drop that knife.

Ahoy there on the Nancy B.

Captain Watson! Captain Watson!

Stop, you! There's another bullet
in here for you.

Look behind you.
What do you see coming?

- Two policemen.
- You wanted to know what time it was?

I'll tell you. For you, it'll be
10 or 20 years in prison.

They ain't gonna put me in no prison.

Where do you think
you're escaping to? The sky?

That's one of them.
The other one escaped up Maple Street.

Hey, you! Come on, get up.

- You all right, Mr. Bascombe?
- Yes, Captain Watson.

Yes, I'm all right.

- Come on. Come on. Get up.
- Why, those fools.

Those silly fools.

They tried to rob me.

They didn't notice I was coming
from the ship, not to it.

This mars hurt bad.
He must have fell on his knife.

The money they tried to kill me for
is locked up in your safe.

- The fools.
- You, get a doctor.

Get something to put under his head.

What's that?

Folks coming back from the clambake.

Stay back, please.
I wish you'd go around the other way.

- What happened?
- We had an accident. A man was hurt.

- Who is it?
- Billy Bigelow. Please go back.

- Billy Bigelow?
- Billy Bigelow was hurt.

Billy!

- Where is he?
- Please. Please stay back.

He's my husband.

Billy.

Billy.

Julie.

Little Julie?

Yes.

There's something I wanna tell you.

I couldn't see anything ahead...

and Jigger...

Jigger told me how we could
get ahold of a lot of money, see?

And maybe...
And maybe go to San Francisco.

Yes.

Tell the baby, if you want...

that I had this idea
about San Francisco.

Yes.

Hold my hand tight.

I am holding it, all the time.

Tighter, still tighter.

Julie.

Julie.

- Sorry, lady.
- Where is he? I must see him.

Oh, please. Please!

Sleep, Billy.

Sleep.

Sleep peaceful, like a good boy.

There's something l...
I never told you.

I was scared you'd laugh at me.

I'll tell you now.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Nettie. What am I gonna do, Nettie?

What am I gonna do?

Do? Why, you gotta
stay here with me...

so I can be with you
when you have the baby.

Main thing is to keep on living.

To keep on caring
what's gonna happen.

Do you remember that sampler
you gave me?

Do you remember what it says?

So that's the way it was.

Yeah.

When you first got here...

you had the right to go back
for one day, and you didn't.

Wasrt there anything
you wanted to do down there?

Yeah.

Yeah, I wanted to break
Jigger's head.

As a matter of fact,
it's still a good idea.

You won't find Jigger
down there anymore.

- You mean he's here?
- No, no.

He didn't even get this far.

Hey, tell me, what...?
What have you got him doing?

That's not your concern. Bigelow...

you left your wife
having a baby coming...

with nothing to support them.

Why'd you do that?

L... I couldn't get work.

And I couldn't bear to see her...
To see her...

You couldn't bear to see her cry.

Why don't you come right out
and say it.

Why are you afraid
to use the right word?

- Why are you ashamed you loved Julie?
- I ain't ashamed of anything.

- Then why did you beat her?
- I didn't beat her.

- I hit her.
- Why?

Well, we'd argue.

She'd say this, I'd say that...

and she'd be right. So I hit her.

Are you sorry you hit her?

I ain't sorry for anything.

Look, I told you before,
I ain't no special case.

And if I can't go back, just say so.

I didn't say you can't go back.

No, but you didn't say I could either.

You're... You're just trying to
make me sweat.

No, I'm just trying to figure out what
good you could do if I let you go back.

You know...

your daughter's down there.

She's unappy. She needs help.

A daughter?

My baby. It's a girl?
My baby's a girl?

No, she isn't a baby anymore.

She's 15 years old.

And she ain't happy, huh?

No, she ain't, Billy, she's...
You know, she's a lot like you.

That's why I think
maybe you could help her.

Do you...? Do you wanna
take a look at her?

Could I see her from here?

Sure you can, if you want to.

- Lf she ain't happy, I don't wanna look.
- Well...

right now she appears to be
having a fine time. Yes, sir.

There she is, running along the beach
there. Got her shoes and stockings off.

- Like I used to do, huh?
- Yeah.

Don't you think you better
take a look?

Well, what do I have to do to see her?

Just look and wait.

And the power to see her
will come to you.

Is that her?

Pretty, ain't she?

My little girl, huh?

Let's go, Billy.

All right, Billy.

- Look, can she see me?
- Only if you want her to.

My father bought me my pretty dress.

My father would have bought me
a pretty dress too.

He was a barker on a carousel.

Your father was a thief!

Shame on you, shame on you.
Shame on you, shame on you.

No. No.

No!

Shame, shame, shame!
Shame, shame, shame!

I hate you.

I hate all of you.

Why'd I have to look?

Poor kid, I know
what she's going through.

Something like what happened to you
when you was a kid, ain't it?

- What'd I come down here for?
- To help her, ain't that so?

Come on.

Julie managed all right, I guess.

Yup. She had to.

She's got a lot of grit, Billy.

Come along, children.

Mr. Snow. Children.

Good morning, Mrs. Bigelow.

Morning, Mrs. Bigelow.

Well, it's so nice to see you.
Wort you come in?

Thank you, no.
Afraid we haven't time.

Just came by for my wife.

We have to stop at the minister's
house on our way to the graduation.

I tell you.
Carrie, Carrie. We're waiting.

Coming, I heard you.

You'll be to the graduation,
won't you?

Well, of course I will.
Louise is graduating too, you know.

- Carrie.
- I'm coming, Enoch. What's the rush?

I was telling Julie about that musical
extravaganza we saw in New York.

We also saw Julius Caesar. Ain't that
a better show to tell her about?

Not for me. I took one look at them men
in nightgowns and went right to sleep.

Goodbye, Mrs. Bigelow.
Come along, children.

- Goodbye, Julie.
- Can I stay and talk to Louise?

- No.
- Just five minutes.

- Let him.
- Very well. Five minutes. No more.

Still lollygagging.

You'd think a woman with nine children
would have more sense.

If I had more sense,
I wouldn't have nine children.

Louise, your graduation dress
is finished.

- You won't forget to have it fitted?
- I won't forget, Mother.

Did you have a good time
in New York, Enoch?

Oh, yes. We went to the top
of the Statue of Liberty.

We went to the aquarium
and to all the theaters.

Enoch. Come here.

- Can you keep a secret?
- Sure.

What's the secret?

I'm gonna be an actress.

There's a troupe coming through
next week.

I met a feller, he says he's
the advance man or something...

and he says he'll help me.
- You mean run away?

I won't let you do it.

Well, how will you stop me?

I'll marry you, that's how.

- Oh, will you, Enoch?
- Sure.

Of course, it'll be hard persuading Papa
to let me marry beneath my station...

but I'll do it.

Beneath your station?

Don't bother persuading your Papa
about anything.

I wouldn't have that stuck-up buzzard
for a father-in-law...

if you give me a million dollars.

You're a fine one to talk about
my father. What about your own?

A cheap barker on a carousel.
He even beat your mother.

You get out of here, you sleeky
little la-di-da! I'll kill you!

If I want her to see me, she will?

Little girl.

Louise.

Who are you?

How did you know my name?

Somebody.
Somebody told me you lived here.

L...

- I knew your father.
- My father?

Yeah. I heard what that
little pumpkin-head said.

It ain't true. None of it.

It is true.

All of it.

Did your mother tell you that?

No, but every kid in town knows it.

They've been throwing it up at me
ever since I can remember.

I wish I was dead.

What'd your mother tell you
about him?

She's told me a lot of fairy stories
about how he died in San Francisco.

She's always saying
what a handsome feller he was.

Well, he was.

- Was he really?
- Well...

he was the handsomest feller
around here.

Then you really knew him, did you?

And he was handsome?

What else about him? Do you
know anything else good about him?

He used to tell funny jokes
at the carousel.

- He made people laugh.
- Did he?

- Yeah.
- What else?

Look...

I wanna give you a present.

I can't take presents from strangers.
My mother wouldn't like it.

I don't mean you any harm, child.

- Just wanna give you something.
- Don't you come any closer.

You go away. You scare me.

Don't send me away, dear.

I just wanna give you a present.

Something pretty.
Something wonderful.

What's that?

A star.

- Go away.
- Please, darling, I just wanna help you.

Don't call me "darling."
Let go of my hand!

Please, dear, I just wanna
make you happy. Take it.

- No. No!
- Please.

- Please, dear?
- No!

Mother! Mother!

Failure. You struck out blind again.

All you ever do to get out of a difficulty,
hit someone you love.

- Failure.
- Where is he?

- I don't want her to see me.
- Then she don't.

She looked like she saw me
before I said that.

Oh, he's gone.

I didn't make it up, honest.

There was a strange man here
and he hit me, hard.

I heard the sound of it, Mother.

But it didn't hurt.

It didn't hurt at all.

It was just as if he'd kissed my hand.

Go into the house, Louise.

What's happened, Mother?
Don't you believe me?

I believe you.

Then why don't you tell me
why you're acting so funny.

Oh, it's nothing, darling.

But is it possible, Mother...

for someone
to hit you hard like that...

real loud and hard...

and not hurt you at all?

It is possible, dear...

for someone to hit you...

hit you hard...

and it not hurt at all.

Julie.

Julie.

She took it. Took the star.

- Seems like she knew I was here.
- Julie would always know.

- She never changes.
- Nope, Julie never changes.

But my little girl, my Louise...

I gotta do something for her.
- So far you ain't done much.

- I know, I know.
- Time's running out.

But it ain't over yet. Look...

I want an extension.

- I gotta see the graduation.
- All right, Billy.

Enoch Snow Jr.

Miss Louise Bigelow.

Our speaker this year...

is the most popular,
best-beloved man in our town...

Dr. Seldon.

He reminds me of that feller up there,
that Starkeeper.

Yup, a lot of these country doctors
and preachers remind you of him.

It's the custom at these graduations...

to pick out some old duck like me
to preach at the kids.

Well, I can't preach at you.

I know you all too well.

I brought most of you into the world.

Rubbed liniment on your backs...

poured castor oil down your throats.

I only hope that
now I got you this far...

you'll turn out to be won'th
all the trouble I took with you.

I can't tell you
any sure way to happiness.

I only know that you've gotta go out
and find it for yourselves.

You can't lean on
the success of your parents.

That's their success.

And don't be
held back by their failures.

Listen to him. Believe him.

Makes no difference
what they did or didn't do.

You just stand on your own two feet.

The world belongs to you...

as much as to the next fella...

so don't give it up.

And try not to be scared
of people not liking you.

Just you try liking them.

And just keep
your faith and your courage...

and you'll turn out all right.

It's like what we used to sing when
I was a boy. Maybe you still sing it.

"When you walk through a storm,
hold your head up high."

You know that one?

Believe him, darling. Believe.

I loved you, Julie.

Know that I loved you.