All language subtitles for A Day of Judgment (1981).en

(light upbeat music)

(clock ticking)

- Lord, whatever is, is
the work of Your hand.

I know that it was a dream,
but I know that it was true.

Count this as my failure, Lord.

That the people have turned away from You.

That they have thrown
aside Your commandments,

but mark the people of this
town as no different from those

of any other, no more
deserving of Thy wrath.

"Vengeance is mine", sayeth the Lord.

When I came to this church,

we were fighting the war to end all wars.

We prayed together.

These pews were filled
with men, women, children.

Now the voice may ring full,

but the church gives back a hollow echo.

Emptiness, emptiness in His church,

emptiness in the lives of our people.

It was my charge to help them
fill their lives with meaning.

I have failed.

It is out of my hands.

I have prayed that God's
retribution fall upon me,

but I cannot pay in full
for His lost children.

For the breaking of the
Lord's commandments,

they also must pay.

And we ask God's mercy,

pay they shall.

Next Sunday,

your new pastor will stand in my place

and I'd pray that his
voice will be answered

by a glorious chorus.

(horn honking)

- Ho, ho, ho.

- Hey, stupid, why don't
you look where you're going?

Oh it's you.

- Are you all right, Charlie?

- Yeah, sure.

Had my mind on other things, sorry.

(soft music)

- You did it again, Charlie.

Apologizing.

Apologizing to him.

He should be apologizing to you.

(soft music)

- Go ahead, smile.

You won't be smilin' in your next picture.

- Do you have to go, Harvey?

You know how much I miss
here when you're away.

- It's business, my sweet.

If it wasn't necessary,
you know I wouldn't go.

- Well, I suppose, if it's business.

I hate to ask you again
So soon, Harvey, honey,

but there's a few things
I've just got to have.

- Oh, don't be afraid to ask.

Mine to earn, yours to spend.

Your smile pays me, Ruby.

- You're such a dear, sweet man.

- I just can't make up my mind.

My friend likes black.

- I bet you look real good in black.

You know, here at Kaylor's,

we like to satisfy our customers.

Like that stick candy, don't you?

But you don't have any pennies, do you?

Well, we sell our candy here.

We don't give it away.
Now move on outta here.

Listen, I'd like to help
you with any of these now.

- [Ruby] Oh, Kenny.

- Listen, you try on any of these.

I'll be right back.

(soft upbeat music)

- You look real busy, Kenny.

- I am, Mrs. Kaylor, just trying to take

care of the customers.

- Well just be sure you don't try

more than you can handle, Kenny.

(soft upbeat music)

- Come on, Ruby.

- Don't worry, he can't hear us.

Sometimes I think he keeps his ears

and eyes in those ledgers (laughs).

- I like your new hairstyle.

You look kinda special today.

(soft upbeat music)

- Bet I'd look real
special in this red one.

- I bet you would, in and out.

(door dinging)

Listen, I better take
care of the customers.

- Kenny, he's going out of town tomorrow.

I guess I'll have to get this red gown

and wear it all alone.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Sharpe.

- Well if it isn't Reverend Cage.

Please, sit down, Reverend.

Now, suppose you tell us,
what can Mammon do for God?

- I'm far from the one, sir,

as I hope you are from the other.

- Well we do have the two most
important buildings in town,

mine perhaps being
somewhat more important.

- I've resigned my
ministry here, Mr. Sharpe.

It appears that more people
attend your church than mine.

- Well, I'm truly sorry to
hear that, Reverend Cage.

- I need to resolve my affairs.

- Well, I suppose you've come
then to discuss your loan.

I hope you're ready to make your payment.

- I'm afraid that's quite impossible.

I must throw myself on your
mercy for the remaining $360.

- Well, if you'll excuse me, Reverend,

I'll get the papers on that account.

- But it's simply not the
policy of the bank, Madame.

Mr. Sharpe has made it
crystal clear to us that we--

- But it was not my
husband's money to deposit.

I need that money to pay
for Sandy's dental work.

- Madame, if there's some problem,

be assured this bank
abides strictly by the law.

- I didn't mean to say anything

against the bank, Mr. Sharpe.

- If there's anything
else we can do for you,

just let us know, all right?

Ah, Morgan. You remind
me, we have a transaction.

Well, Reverend, we can
look over these papers,

but it appears you've had some difficulty

in rendering unto Caesar.

- There's no need to look.

I'm afraid I must ask for an extension.

- You mean another extension,
don't you, Reverend?

Well, any change in our basic agreement

will have to be reflected
in the interest rate.

- You are aware that for many years

there were laws against usury?

- But we live in an
enlightened age, Reverend.

Shall we say the principal
and interest within 60 days?

That seems to me to be quite generous.

And I think if you have
any difficulty in making

your payment, I think
perhaps your superiors

at the church would stand
good for your debt, hm?

- Say, George, who's the lucky
girl for the Easter Dance?

You taking Missy or some new gal?

- Way things look, the only
thing I'll be dancing with

is this here gas pump.

- You ought to think
about getting out more.

- Ought to? That's about
all I ever do think about.

(engine starting)

- Ho, ho.

Afternoon, George.

- Don't know as it is.

Must be a wonderful storm.

Figure it'll break not
too long after dark.

- I'd like a word with
your parents, George.

- About you leaving?

Talk is you resigned yesterday.

- The talk is correct on that one point,

but I'd like to wish them
well before I depart.

- I suppose you wanna
talk about me and Missy,

get 'em off on that again?

- I had no intention.

- You're as bad as they
are, you know that?

That's my business.

Nobody ever thinks
about what I might want.

- You seem to think quite
enough about that, George.

Please at least tell
them that I stopped by.

(soft banjo music)

- Why, Georgie, that's Reverend Cage.

You should have asked him in.

What'd he want?

- He didn't say.

He's always running his
mouth like a barnyard Betty.

- That's not true, Georgie.

You know what I always say.

If you can't say something nice about--

- I know what you always say
because you always say it.

(soft banjo music)

- [Father] Did you order those new tires?

(register clicking and ringing)

- You're the one's been sittin'
here all day doing nothing.

Why didn't you order them?

- You know I got a game leg.

You've gotta learn the
business side, George.

You know out front, but when
you take over the business

you gotta know more than that.

- When I take over the business.

When I take over the business,
it's sold and I'm gone.

- With that girl, I suppose.

- With any girl I want.

I've been keeping you too long enough.

I have a good mind to keep
something more to my own liking.

(horn honking)

- Well, lady killer, there's
some work for you to do.

- Puff your pipe.

(scoffing)

(cart approaching)

(children playing)

(soft harmonica music)

- Let's get outta here.

- I ain't going in there.

That's the old lady Fitch's house.

- I want my ball back.

- Why don't you go and get it?

- Not me, that's old lady Fitch's house.

- Doodles.

Good old, Doodles, go get
the ball, Doodles. Go fetch.

- I tell you, Sheriff, they
have no respect for property.

Why a person just isn't safe
in their own home anymore.

Settle down, how can I, when
those little monsters are

out there right this very minute
trampling down my flowers?

And that miserable animal
is uprooting all my plants.

(goat bleating)

You know, Sheriff, that I've spent years

cultivating my plants.

Get out, get out of here.

(soft mysterious music)

Get out, get out of here.

Now I've called the sheriff,

and he knows what to do
with criminals like you.

(soft music)

Ah.

Kindly bring me my brandy.

Oh those infernal imps.

- Mr. Fitch, I haven't
been to the store today,

and I don't think there
is any more brandy.

- You think I don't know
what goes on here weekends,

where my liquor goes?

Well, I've got to have it for my nerves.

I've just got to have it.

But I'm not going to purchase
it to fire your deviltry.

- Mrs. Fitch!

- Don't you talk back to me.

Oh, I'd be much better off alone.

I don't need people around making

a mockery of order and beauty.

(crickets chirping)

- [Cage Voiceover] I could
not open your hearts to grace.

Mercy upon us both.

(crickets chirping)

- Easy, whoa.

(soft mysterious music)

(horse whinnying)

(soft mysterious music)

(lightning striking)

(soft mysterious music)

As I saw it, it has come.

(lightning striking)

- The Benson children, but--

- Now it won't pay for you
to take their side, either.

I can tell you that.

That trash, and that vicious animal.

- Well now I would like to
take a look at the damage.

- What you would like to
do and what you will do

are different things.

Now, all I ask is to be
let alone with my plants.

And I expect justice.

- And I do hope you get it.

- Now get on after those hellish imps.

- Yes, ma'am.

I'll have a talk with the
children, and with the Bensons.

- And then you'll do
nothing, as you always do.

(birds chirping)

- Mrs. Fitch?

My suitcases are packed.

- Why, Alma, what in the
world are you talking about??

Why, the forsythia are
almost ready to bloom.

- The way of it is, Mrs.
Fitch, I work for you

and I'm ready to work on
what needs working on.

But you tell me I'm carrying
on and taking from you.

Mrs. Fitch, I don't carry
on. My Bible forbids that.

And I don't take from you, either.

- Alma, you know that
we've always been able

to talk things out, to
be able to get along.

- No, no, Mrs. Fitch.

You've been able to
talk, and up until now,

I've been able to listen.

- I won't stand here and
debate with one of your sort.

- My sort has pride too, Mrs. Fitch.

- Well. Now, Alma, you know perfectly well that,

well, any enlightened
individual would tell you

that you have feelings, but, you simply

do not have the sensitivity.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Fitch.

- You think that you're
needed around here?

Well, I can tell you that
such is not the case.

- And I hope for your sake you're right.

(birds chirping)

(harmonica music)

- Come on in, Doodles.

(goat bleating)

- Come on, scaredy cat, do a goat paddle.

(goat bleating)

- Okay, outta the water, criminals.

(goat bleating)

- [Girl] Everybody swims here.

- Used to myself.

But now what I really wanna know is,

what happened over at Mrs. Fitch's house?

- Are you going to arrest us?

- [Sheriff] Mrs. Fitch made a complaint.

- About what?

- [Sheriff] Said you trampled her plants

and tore up her garden.

- Ain't so.

- Our ball went into the
yard, and Doodles got it back.

We never went near her flowers.

- [Sheriff] Now are you sure?

- You know the way she is.

She tells stories all the time.

Remember the man?

- [Sheriff] Oh, I remember.

- What man?

- She said a man kept following her,

looking in her windows.

- Why would anybody wanna do that?

- Bear in mind that Mrs. Fitch is a widow

and she's had to live
alone for a long time.

And right or wrong, she thinks all she has

left is those flowers.

- We didn't hurt them, honest.

- Now you try to stay clear of her yard.

I'm not saying that
she's telling the truth.

I'm just saying that you
can help me and her both

by just staying clear.

- We'll try, Sheriff, honest.

- Next time, maybe I'll swim with you.

- I wonder what those children are up to.

(phone dialing)

Ring the sheriff.

Sheriff, Mrs. Fitch her.

I just want you to know that those

Benson monsters are planning something.

Do?

Nothing, they just walked right on by.

But they've been watching my house.

And they're up to
something, I just know it.

Well, if you're not going to do anything,

I just want you to know
that I will protect

my bushes and my plants and my flowers.

(crickets chirping)

- Doodles, get away from there.

- You heard what the sheriff said.

- Come on, let's get outta here.

- No point in calling the sheriff

when he's only on their side anyway.

He doesn't care if they uproot everything.

Alma.

Oh, I have to do everything myself.

(vases rattling)

(soft mysterious music)

(goat bleating)

(soft mysterious music)

(goat bleating)

(soft mysterious music)

- [Girl] Doodles, get away from there.

- What's he eating?

- I don't know, but we
better get away from here.

(soft mysterious music)

- Pesky little creature.

Deserves what's coming to it.

(goat bleating softly)

(soft mysterious music)

(rocks rattling)

(rattling continues)

Stop that! Stop that!

What do you want here?

- Doodles died, and you did it.

- You're an old witch, and I hate you.

Old Witch Fitch.

- How dare you?

Get away from my house.

(brakes squeaking)

- What's happened here?

- She gave Doodles poison, and I hate her.

- [Sheriff] You did this?

- I should have known that you'd take up

for those little monsters.

So I took steps to protect myself.

I have a right to protect
myself and my property.

- Y'all take Doodles and wait in the car.

You know, Mrs. Fitch, we've
all overlooked the idea

that you make up things and
tell them for the truth.

Now I guess maybe
everybody kinda pitied you.

But a poor dumb animal like that that ain't

never done nothing to nobody,

now that just about as low
as a human being can get.

- How dare you talk to me like that?

The mayor will hear of this.

- Oh, I'm sure he will.

- And when he does,
we'll see how much longer

you hang onto your job.

Nothing is safe so long
as you wear that badge.

(crickets chirping)

(engine starting)

(birds chirping)

- [George] Mr. Grigg.

- Hello, George.

- Yeah.

- Something I can do for you?

- Well, I need some
legal advice, Mr. Grigg.

- That's my business.

What's the matter, that
Missy giving you trouble?

Come on down to my office
and tell me about it.

- No, I mean, look,
I'll only take a minute.

I gotta get back to that station.

- Fine, walk along with me
and tell me your problem.

- It's my folks.

- Something wrong with them?

- Well, it's nothing
wrong with their health.

Well, maybe in their minds.

- They're old, and
sometimes they act childish.

You know what I mean?

- It happens, George.

- I know.

It's just that,

well, I don't know how much
longer I can keep going.

I mean, I take care of the
station, I look after them and

it gets me down.

So, I was wondering.

What would it take to have my folks

placed in the county home?

Don't get me wrong, Mr. Grigg.

You know I just wanna
do what's best for them.

I mean, I just thought
that there were people

in the county home that know
how to take care of old people.

- I understand.

I even thought about doing
it once with my folks.

Sometimes, I think they'd
have been better off.

I'll see what I can do.

- Oh, gee, thanks a lot, Mr. Grigg.

I sure will rest better
knowing they're taken care of.

(whistling)

- Feeling good today, huh, Georgie?

(register ringing)

- Oh yes.

And I plan on feeling
much better before long.

(horn honking)

Mother dear.

(whistling)

I thought we had all this
straightened out, Missy.

- You don't know what
straight is, George Clay.

- I know I told you I didn't
want you coming around here.

- Oh you're good at
telling things, George.

I remember lots of things you told me.

I remember the things you told
me about swimming together

at Preston Lake, and I
remember the things you told me

in the barn after the
lightning had struck the oak.

- Oh come on, Missy, everybody knows

that doesn't really count.

- And I remember all
the things you told me

after I had to drive
all the way to the city.

- I got plans. You'll be taken care of.

- And I remember all your plans

for after you got out of the Army.

- I got plans, real plans.

Anyway, that other was as much
your fault as it was mine.

It's the girl's fault.

The girl's the one that makes the choice.

- Well you just go right ahead

with your plans, George Clay, because--

- George, Missy.

It does a lawyer's heart good to see you

back together again.

- We're not back together, Mr. Grigg.

I'll be back to see you soon, George.

Maybe Mr. Grigg and I
will be back together.

- Bye, Missy.

Trouble, George?

- Maybe so, maybe not.

You got anything for me?

- I play to win.

This is all but over.

- Oh that's great.

I mean, you know, it's too bad.

- That's always understood.
It's an unfortunate thing.

Now, the best way to approach
this is for you get them

to sign this power of attorney.

- What for?

- Once you have their signatures,
you can sell the house,

you can sell the station.

You can do whatever you like
with whatever they have.

- Whatever I want?

- But you must get them to sign

a legal signature right here.

- Is this the only way?

- [Grigg] It's the only reasonable way.

- I said, is this the only way?

- Calm down, George. No,
it's not the only way.

What we're discussing
here is the county home.

If you have their signatures,
you own all properties.

As they have none, they
go to the poor farm.

- Grigg, you don't hear very good, do you?

I asked you a simple question,

and you can't give me a simple answer.

- The answer is, George,
that in order to achieve what

I take to be your goals, this
is the rational thing to do.

- Grigg.

- The only other way
is to put your parents,

both of them, in the insane asylum.

- With no signature?

- With no signature.

But, George, the conditions in that place.

- I don't care about conditions.

- It's a veritable hell hole, George.

- Whatever is the matter, Georgie?

Today, you were so cheerful.

Whistling like a robin redbreast.

Now so glum.

- Paperwork, I just.

All these bills and orders.

- You don't have do trouble your head

with all that now, does he, dear?

- No.

- Most of it's done anyway.

I just need to get your signature

on these checks, and this
tax form, stuff like that.

If I can just get you to sign these.

(pen scribbling)

And this one.

See, on this line.

- So many.

I don't think I've seen
one like this long form.

- It's a new kinda tax form,
has to do with property.

- More and more.

Ever since they set that
new income tax upon us

just before the war.

Dear, try to wake up.

Georgie has some papers for you to sign.

(papers rattling)

- [Father] Wait a minute, what was that?

- Just another one of
those tax forms, dear.

- What was that?

- Freedom, that's what it is, freedom.

I'm selling the station, I'm
selling the house and I'm free.

- You were born here.

Where would we live?

- The county home.

- Why on earth would we sell our home

and move to the county?

- Power of attorney.

- Power of attorney!

That's power enough to take me to New York

or California or France.

- What is it, that girl, that Missy?

- No, she won't even--

- Has she got something to do with this?

- She won't even know I'm gone
until I'm on the train north.

(crying)

- What are you trying to do, George?

You think you're gonna become
some kind of a Broadway boy?

- I can be whatever I want.

I can see something besides gas and grease

and the same dull faces every day.

- So?

You'd do that, you'd
put me and your mother

out to pasture in the county home?

You'd do that just to
become some lounge lizard?

- Yes, I'm ready!

I'm ready to sell the
house and sell the stink

of this business and get two worthless

old leeches off my neck!

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps approaching)

- Who in the world can that be?

Imagine, someone parked an old
wagon in front of my house.

Ah!

(soft mysterious music)

(crickets chirping)

(soft mysterious music)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(crying)

(dramatic music)

No.

No!

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

(people screaming)

- I thought so, Mr. Morgan.
I thought it was your turn.

I'm gonna be going out.

If you're thinking what
I think you're thinking,

it's all counted.

- Mr. Sharpe, you know I'd
never think of such a thing.

- Oh no, no no.

- Mr. Sharpe, I do need to
speak with you about something.

- All right, what is it?

- The raise, Mr. Sharpe.
The raise you promised.

- Have you finished the Myers account,

and what about the Holden's?

- Mr. Sharpe, if I had
worked on the Holden account,

it would have taken all day Sunday.

- You know I wanted those figures,

and what is this about Sunday?

Old women and children have Sunday.

- But Mr. Sharpe.

- Listen, a man who wants
to get ahead in this world,

thinks of Sunday as just another day.

Perhaps even a day of opportunity.

Sunday.

(upbeat jazz music)

- Well now, let's just see, Mr. Morgan,

what you've planted for my profit.

(upbeat jazz music)

- Mr. Sharpe.

- Morgan, you recall I mentioned
a business transaction.

Might wanna show me around the farm again.

- I can't say as I got any extra time.

- Now if you'd just
think about it, Morgan,

that sounds like you're biting
the hand that feeds you.

Now you've taken a good
size nip outta my bank.

- All right, I'll show
you why it's worth it.

See over there, those trees?

I'm ready to take them down,

to sow the full acreage
for the second crop.

- I suppose, when you do that,
you're going to be whining

to me for more credit for seed and tools.

What I wanna know, Morgan,

is when you're gonna pay your debt.

- I don't whine, Sharpe,
and I'm an honest man.

Now, we had the blight and
last year the grasshoppers.

It's been lean, Mr. Sharpe.

- If you'd read your papers,
that is assuming you can read,

you'd know the entire economy's down.

Uh, what is that building
over there, Morgan?

- [Morgan] Ice house.

- You know, if you had any
business sense at all, Morgan,

you'd realize you could
turn a tidy little profit

with this ice house alone.

- I farm, Mr. Sharpe.

And this is for keeping
what comes of my farming.

Now that's what I ask, and
I work full time at it.

And what I'm saying is,
you give me the fruits

of my labor and you needn't
worry about your, your dollars.

- Not worry about dollars.

Back at the bank, I have ledger books.

On every page, there's a name,

and beside every name there are figures

and those figures are dollars.

And they are important, Morgan.

- I got hope, and I got my
hands, and I ain't got much else.

But you know I'll pay.

- No, I'm sorry Morgan. I'm
giving you till noon tomorrow.

I'm calling in your loan.

(soft piano music)

(whistling)

- The man just won't wait, Jess.

- But selling that way,

you know I'm no speculator.

You give me something
I can put my hands on,

and I'll spit cash like tobacco juice.

Ask me to buy that cloud,

my hands run through it and I dry up.

- You can put your hands on
my plants and in my soil.

Jess, you know you can't
get a better price.

- Point's well taken.

Jess Hill was never one to back away

from a neighbor's troubles.

Of course, if we get the rains.

- I'll bring it in, Jess.

I've got to.

- Let's call it done.

Now I don't have that kinda
money around the house,

so we'll have to go to the bank

in the morning and work out the details.

But it'll be there for you come noon.

- I'm debted to you, Jess.

- What I'd like is my money.

- Well you do cut it rather
fine, don't you, Mr. Morgan?

- I got your money, Sharpe.

- Well, we see what a
little push can accomplish.

- Let me have the money.

- What money would that be?

- Now Jess Hill left enough
here for me to pay my owings

and to get what's needed for my planting.

- No no, I'm afraid you're
mistaken about that.

- Look, I know Jess better,
and his word stands hard.

- If you knew the ways
of the world, Mr. Morgan,

you'd know that a man's word can be bought

just like a coat or a piece of meat.

- Only the word of a man like you.

- Now Mr. Hill did come
in, and he did want a loan.

Of course, we had to discuss
his reasons for that loan,

and, well, we decided that
he might be better off

doing without that loan
rather than taking the chance

that the bank might have
to foreclose on his farm.

And Mr. Morgan, your time has expired.

- You're a thief, Sharpe.

You're a thief! You
can't rob me of my life!

You can't steal my muscle and my sweat!

- Get your filthy hands off me!

Now get off that farm.

It is over, Morgan.

- You can't tell me it's done.

Not after a lifetime.

- Now get out! Or I'll have
the sheriff put you out!

It's finished, get out!

- You know, Mr. Sharpe,
hard times like this,

it seems like a neighbor
oughta be helping a neighbor.

- In hard times, Sheriff, a wise man

looks to his own interest.

(soft piano music)

(car door closing)

- Mr. Morgan, this is the law.

Maybe he ain't here.

- Sheriff, if you're
smart, you'll do your job.

You know that light means he's in there.

- Mr. Morgan?

(glass breaking)

- Now I don't want any
trouble. I just want my rights.

- [Sheriff] Now Mr. Morgan,
I'm sorry, but now,

an eviction is in order.

- What you should be doing is arresting

that thief that's with you.

- If you'd just listen
to the man, Sheriff,

you'd realize his mind's been affected.

He assaulted me in my own bank.

- Now, Mr. Morgan, I'm asking
you, come on out and talk.

- With me out, that thief walks in.

Now I've lived here all my life.

My wife died of the influenza

in this same house.

It's everything I got.

And I ain't about to walk out of it.

- You had three extensions,
Morgan, and you wouldn't pay.

Now you're gonna have to pay.

It's just a simple matter
of business, Sheriff.

- Maybe not so simple either.

- Look, Sheriff, I took
care of this Morgan.

When he needed a loan,
I saw that he got it.

When he didn't have a buyer
for his crops, I bought.

- I can imagine what
kinda deal you made him.

Now Mr. Morgan, I'm asking
you to put down that shotgun,

come on out and talk.

(gun firing)

That's not it, Morgan.

Now I know you didn't try to
hit us. That's not your way.

Now come on out.

- [Morgan] Whatever I do, I stay.

- The law's against you.

Now you've lost your right to stay.

Now I'm gonna go back to
town and get as many men

as I have to to rout you outta there.

Now you got to come on out.

- I was wrong.

There is one other way.

I'm staying here.

Here with my memories.

(gun firing)

(soft piano music)

- Oh.

Man musta been crazy to
do a thing like that.

Now look, Sheriff, you gotta understand,

the man had to be crazy
to do a think like that.

- That's enough!

I just wished I had to the power

to give you the justice you deserve.

(crickets chirping)

- [Missy] I don't know where he might be.

- Let's look around. He
might have left a note.

Can't tell what the boy might do.

He was different after the war.

- There's no note here.

- [George] Ugh!

- What's that?

George?

George?

- Locked and bolted.

More than one lock from the feel of it.

- Can you see him? Is he in there?

- Something's moving.

It, it might be George.

- [Missy] George?

- It doesn't behoove an officer
of the court to break laws,

but anything else might
take too much time.

(glass breaking)

(George moaning)

- George?

(George muttering)

There's a light in here.

George.

(George muttering)

- [Grigg] It's all right, George.

It's Grigg and Missy.

- No.

- It's us, George. It's all right.

- It changed.

The shadow.

- George?

- No.

It changed. It changed, it changed.

I thought it was a person.

- What is it, George? What did you see?

- It's not a person.

Wings and

shadow.

Shadow.

- What happened to this thing?

- Face.

- We have to get him out of here.

- But what can we do with him?

I can't even tell if he sees us or not.

- Right now there's only
one place we can take him.

We can't tell what he might do.

- You can't.

We can't--

- Missy, there is no other place, please.

(lightning striking)

- Morning, Mr. Kaylor.

- Good morning, Kenneth.

Come back in for a minute.

- I put your mail on the desk there.

- Oh, I'm not even bothering
with the bills today, Kenneth.

- Oh, is something wrong?

- No, everything's just fine.

I just wanna take this checkbook with me

to the city for a little purchase.

- Fabric, gowns, I know we
need some new nightgown stock.

- No, no, I told Ruby, Mrs.
Kaylor, a little white lie.

I told her it was a business trip.

You know how it is with the ladies.

Nothing like that,
nothing like that at all.

It's our anniversary coming up.

This town doesn't hold enough for my girl,

but in the city I can buy her the biggest,

deepest ruby she could ever wish for.

- That's real nice, Mr. Kaylor, real fine.

You had me going for a minute there.

- You'll find out,
Kenneth, that's not the way

of a good marriage.

Well, you're in charge.

I don't expect to be back until tomorrow.

- I'll take care of every little thing.

- I'm never afraid to
leave things in your hands.

Oh, if my wife needs anything.

- I'll take care of everything.

- Okay.

(upbeat jazz music)

(soft jazz music)

- I got something to show you.

- Yeah, I know you do.

- Goose.

I mean, this.

I brought it home in case.

- You can trust your Kenny.

- Can I trust you to make
me a real weak drink?

- You want a drink?

- Uh-huh.

- Well you know what I want.

You can have a drink anytime.

- Not here, silly.

Upstairs.

(crickets chirping)

Playing lord of the manor, are you?

- When the time comes, I won't be playing.

- Is this where you belong, Kenny?

Is this how you see yourself?

- What's the matter with that?

- He earned it, Harvey did.

He built up his business and his store.

- Did you earn it? Do you belong here?

- The answer to the first
is yes, I earned it.

To get what I never had
I married an old man

whose skin even smells musty.

(scoffing)

And the answer to the second is,

you wouldn't be here if I really belonged.

(ice clinking)

- Are you talking about
our running off together?

(laughing)

- I told you, I earned this.

I worked and schemed to get this.

- Listen, Ruby.

- Oh, Kenny.

Before you go any further, you just think

about what you'd do with
me or I'd do with you.

Let's have our fun and not get silly.

(crickets chirping)

Kenny, if you're so set on
making money and living a life

of ease, why don't you go to
the city, where the money is?

- What I want's right here.

- I mean it.

You're young enough and smart enough,

you could get somewhere.

- I don't see you boarding any trains.

- Oh, well, I am a big
frog in a small pond.

Well maybe not exactly a frog.

But here I could get what
I want and I've got it.

- I can get everything I want right here.

- Somebody else has it.

It belongs to somebody else.

- Yes, it does.

He's got money.

He's got respect.

He's got this big house.

- I meant for you to have it, Ruby.

(dramatic piano music)

I brought you a present, Ruby.

- Mr. Kaylor.

- I'll get to you.

Ruby, you tell me how
you could do this to me.

- Harvey, try to understand.

- You may think I'm blind and stupid,

but even I can understand.

- Harvey, we didn't mean
for it to happen, but we,

we fell in love, Harvey.

- Stop it, you fouled our
home enough without your lies.

- [Kenny] Mr. Kaylor.

- And you, I was gonna
set you up in the store.

- Mr. Kaylor, it may have looked like we...

What about the store?

- Nothing!

You get nothing, and you are nothing.

- Mr. Kaylor, it's my only chance.

You can't take that chance away from me.

(Harvey groaning)

- Harvey?

(screaming)

You killed him. You murdered Harvey.

- Murder? Don't you be
talking to me about murder.

- You murdered Harvey.

- It was an accident.

You saw it. It was only an accident.

- I only wanted to

have some fun.

- You had just as much
to do with this as I did!

- He was my husband.

- And you're in this too.
It was only an accident.

And we can make it look like an accident.

(soft mysterious music)

Ruby, come on and help me.

- I can't. I won't.

- Okay, okay, just stay
here. Somebody may come by.

Clean up the car and the table in there,

and burn anything you use.

Well come on help me carry him to the car.

(soft organ music)

(engine puttering)

(soft organ music)

(car crashing and exploding)

(door opening)

- [Kenny] What's the matter, Ruby?

Why didn't you let me in?

- I can't. I can't do any more.

- You don't have to.

Tomorrow morning, I'll open
the store, just like always.

You'll come in, it'll
be business as usual.

- But Harvey.

- Harvey had an accident.

- But if they find him.

- They will. They'll
find him in a car wreck.

Here's what happened.

He was gonna stay outta town,
and he decided to come back.

He got real tired, fell
asleep at the wheel

and had a car wreck.

- Can I have one of those?

I'm so cold.

- You weren't so cold a while ago.

- Don't say things like that, Kenny.

- Here, take this.

Try to get some sleep, and
just remember one thing.

Business as usual.

- Don't go.

I don't wanna be in the
house alone. There's a storm.

- Ruby, stop shivering.

Just think about one thing.

Just think about all that's coming to us.

(cart passing)

- Horse and wagon.

When will these people learn
that machinery's the answer.

(crickets chirping)

(soft mysterious music)

(crickets chirping)

(brakes squeaking)

Oh yes, just a small addition here.

The only cold storage in the county.

(laughs)

- Mr. Sharpe?

- No, no!

(soft mysterious music)

No, no!

No (screams).

(soft mysterious music)

(match striking)

(water dripping)

(soft mysterious music)

(screaming)

(alarm ringing)

(soft mournful music)

- Mr. Big Shot.

Mr. Know It All.

Have a drink, Mr. High and Mighty.

(paper crumpling)

You think you're going to
get my Grace, Mr. Lover Boy.

Not with that face.

Mr. Sid Martin,

this is Mrs. Charlie Milford.

Not Grace.

Not Grace Black.

But Mrs. Charlie Milford.

Grace, love,

this is Sid Martin,

who used to be rich and important

and fire people and try to
make love to people's wives.

Bet he looks ugly and stupid
with a hole in his face.

(paper tearing)

(door rattling)

(crickets chirping)

(soft mysterious music)

(carriage turning)

(birds chirping)

- Charlie? Glad to see you.

- Are you, Sid?

- Don't forget the good days, Charlie.

You know, I was thinking last night

about the time we painted those hogs.

Old Guthrie came after us with a shotgun.

- And you ran away,

and I got my rear stung with rock salt.

That's the way it always was, Sid.

You always had the fun.
I always got stung.

- Charlie, what happens
is not always luck.

Say, you get that job over in, uh?

- You know I didn't. You fired
me, but that wasn't enough.

You had to spread lies about me,

keep me from working other places.

- That's not so.

What with your drinking.

You know, when Prohibition
came in, I thought you'd quit.

Legal or illegal, it just
gets worse and worse.

- You're a liar, Sid Martin.

And you'd lie about
Grace too, wouldn't you?

- What are you talking about, Charlie?

- I'm talking about
wanting to talk to you.

- This hardly seems like the time.

- Now, Sid.

You owe me. You know you owe me.

- I don't think so, Charlie.

But I guess we should get this cleared up.

- Get in, Mr. Wife Stealer.

- Now listen.

- If you're not a liar,
let's hear your side of it.

- Charlie, Grace came to me for
one reason, to help you out.

- But you helped her out,
didn't you, my old friend?

- I have told you again and again.

Wait a minute.

Gelman, I've got an appointment.

- No, Sid.

- You tell Martin he no longer has a deal.

- [Secretary] I'm sorry
for the delay, Mr. Gelman.

I'm sure Mr. Martin will be in shortly.

- Little lady, that makes it unanimous.

You're sorry, I'm sorry,

and Martin's gonna be very sorry indeed.

- I'll try his home again, sir.

- When you get him, tell him Stuart Gelman

has a deadline as well as a price.

- Look, if I miss that appointment

with Gelman, I'll lose the deal.

Charlie?

- We can sit together a few
more minutes, Sid, old friend.

Don't worry.

Oh, I remember Gelman.

I used to work for you, remember?

Before you got to be Mr. Big Britches.

Now he's not a very patient man.

But we're patient, aren't we?

We'll wait until Gelman and
your big fat deal are gone.

(birds singing)

- Grace.

- [Grace] Hello, Charlie.

- You had to see it was
wrong, what you did.

- I came to get the pictures, that's all.

- Leaving me like that, it was wrong.

You can see that.

- Leaving you.

When you, sodden as usual,
punched me through the door

and then locked the door behind me?

When you, in your stupor,
accused me of being

with your brother, with
Sid Martin, with Carl.

- You had to bring it up, didn't you?

You had to talk about him.

Well I'm gonna settle his hash.

- Carl?

- Sid Martin!

I may have said a few things
when I had a drink or two.

But I don't need to look through a whiskey

bottle to see Sid Martin.

- He had to let you go, Charlie.

You couldn't do the work.

- Work?

That's just a part of it, work.

There's you and him, Grace.

And he'll pay for it.

- Charlie, there is no Sid and me.

He did everything he could for you.

And so did I.

I'm taking that train out, Charlie.

I'm taking the pictures, and I'm leaving.

- I can quit drinking, Grace.

- Perhaps you can.

I hope you will.

But there's something really
vicious, really wrong, in you.

- I love you, Grace.

- Charlie.

No you don't.

That you lost,

the ability to love.

Goodbye, goodbye.

(soft piano music)

- I may not love you,

but I'm not losing you to him.

- Mrs. Allison, Sid.

What note?

I didn't se--

I couldn't possibly have sent that.

Mrs. Allison.

Why don't you just?

Goodbye to you too.

- I know it's none of my business.

- You're right, it's
none of your business.

- I'm sorry.

- No, I, I'm sorry.

Letting my nerves betray me.

The fact is that Mrs.
Allison, and I assume

the other members of the committee,

received hand-delivered
notes on our letterhead.

- I didn't send them.

- I know you didn't.

The notes not only canceled the meeting,

they also used words
like inept and egomaniacs

to explain why Sid Martin
wanted nothing to do with them.

- Surely no one could take that seriously.

- On our letterhead with my signature?

- [Secretary] Who could have done it?

- I've got an idea Charlie
Milford's behind this.

- [Secretary] Mr. Milford?

- I think he's gone off the deep end.

(banjo music)

(engine starting)

(upbeat banjo music)

- Little outta your style, ain't it, Sid?

- Did you see Charlie Milford?

- Well now I couldn't very well miss him,

but you was the one doing the speeding.

I'm gonna have to charge you with this.

- I was trying to catch Charlie.

- Well now, was it all that important?

- Sheriff, he is driving me crazy,

making me miss appointments,
turning people against me.

- Charlie?

Why, I never seen the day he could

hold the edge to you, Sid.

- It's true.

I don't know what he wants,
unless it's to get back at me.

- You wanna talk to Charlie,
you give him a call.

Don't go chasing around after
him like some Barney Oldfield.

(car approaching)

- I've had enough of this.

What was it all about?

- You mean, what is it all about?

And you already know.

Wasn't that something, the
sheriff being right there?

- I guess you got a ticket.

- You sent those letters, didn't you?

The letters to the committee.

- I'm afraid you're losing your mind,

Mr. Captain of Finances.

- I've had enough of this.

- I swear, Sid, you really
are going off the rails.

- We're gonna get to the bottom of this

if it takes all day.

- And have you miss another appointment?

You're late already.

- Late? What appointment.

- See what I mean? You
can't even focus anymore.

- [Sid] Am I too late?

- Mr. Martin?

- What appointment did I have?

- Why none, Mr. Martin.

You have the business
manager of Consolidated,

well, in an hour.

Mr. Martin?

The man did deliver the
30 barrels of whitewash.

- Whitewash?

- 30 barrels.

- What do I want with
30 barrels of whitewash?

- Well I'm sure I don't know, Mr. Martin.

He showed me the order
with your signature,

so I assumed it was personal
and I signed for it.

- I didn't order any whitewash.

Milford.

Charlie Milford.

- Sir?

(door closing)

(birds chirping)

(knocking on door)

- Charlie Milford! Open the door, Charlie!

I know you're in there, Charlie!

I wanna talk to you!

(birds chirping)

I'll kick it in!

Open the door, Charlie!

- Ring the sheriff for me.

- I'm warning you. If I have
to, I'll kick it in, Charlie!

(kicking door)

We're going to settle this.

- Don't give up. You're doing just fine.

(birds chirping)

- [Sid] I'm coming in, Charlie!

- [Sheriff]I Now hold it, Sid.

- He is going to answer some questions.

I didn't tell you before, he's got a gun.

- A gun?

- He held it on me.

- Well now, where's he at?

- I know he's in there.

- Now, Sid, come on now,

you didn't really see
no gun, now, did you?

- Of course I saw it.

- Now just calm down.

Take it easy. We'll get
to the bottom of this.

Charlie, this is the sheriff.

(birds chirping)

- Sheriff, is he?

- Don't worry about him.
Just get on out here.

Now Charlie, I wanna hear
your side of this thing.

- I'll tell you, Sheriff,
this is one-sided.

I saw Sid today, first
time since I resigned

from the company.

- Resigned? I fired you.

- Now, Sid, what about this gun?

- Gun, what gun?

I tell you, Sid jumped in
his car, lit out after me,

came to my house, banging
on my door, threatening me.

- Liar, I did everything
possible to help you.

All you've done is tell lies.

- Now, Sid, I'm gonna ask
you to wait in the car.

Well go on.

(birds chirping)

Now, Charlie, we've
always had a difference,

ever since, well, before
your wife moved out.

And we've always had a difference or two

about your drinking, but
this is way outta scale.

- Sid and I, we've been friends

ever since we grew up together.

I'd just like to do what I can.

- Now I'm not ruling you out.

Now how about letting me
use your telephone a minute?

- Fine.

- Now, Charlie, you say that
you resigned on your own?

- I sure did.

(birds chirping)

- Now, Mr. Martin, you say
that you fired Charlie?

- That's right.

We carried him as long as we could.

I fired him in October.

- Now, Mr. Martin, you
didn't fire him at all.

I just called your office and had your

secretary check the files.

She read me his letter of
resignation and yours accepting.

Now it appears that you
wanted him to stay on.

- That's not so.

He's been in the files.

- Now I don't pretend
to have this straight,

and apparently, you don't either.

Now I'm not gonna arrest you for this.

But now, just don't come back.

And, Sid, do me a favor.

Try to get a hold of yourself, will you?

- You.

The way you showed up this morning?

You're in this with him.

(birds chirping)

(crickets chirping)

- Hello, Sid.

- What are you doing, Charlie?

Charlie, nobody's really been hurt.

We can iron this out.

- Get in. You drive.

(crickets chirping)

- Now, Charlie, if
something happens to me,

there's the sheriff,
and Grace, Grace could--

- Don't talk to me about Grace.

That's taken care of.

Drive to the depot, Mr. Used to Be.

(engine starting)

Now remember when you wanted
Grace but she chose me?

You hated me for that, didn't you?

But then you got her back.

- I swear by everything holy,

absolutely nothing has
happened between us.

- Your job now is to
bring her back to Charlie.

She'll be there. Her train hasn't run yet.

And you bring her back to the car.

And I'm gonna watch you, Sid Martin.

And you better show no signs to anyone

that everything's not fine.

- Suppose she won't come?

- With you?

- Sid?

- Grace, it's, uh.

It's Charlie. You better come.

Just leave that.

(train chugging and whistling)

(soft dramatic music)

- Charlie, I tell you
that you have no cause.

- It's not too late, Charlie.

You can have your old job back.

And if you honestly feel
that I've wronged you,

well, maybe I can understand that.

But Grace has never.

- You've gone crazy, Sid.
The sheriff knows that.

So you're just going off somewhere, Sid.

Grace, she took the train, but
no one knows where Sid went.

(gun firing)

- Charlie.

If you're gonna kill me,
give me time to pray.

- You've wasted enough time on
that stuff in your lifetime.

(gun firing)

That's all I ever wanted.

Justice.

(lightning striking)

(Ruby screaming)

- Kenny!

- Ruby, Ruby, what is it?

- At the window, a figure.

I don't know what it was.

- [Kenny] It was my shadow or something.

- No, look.

Help me, Kenny!

- I'm getting outta here.

- No, you can't. It's out there.

- Come on, we'll go upstairs.

There's a lock on the
bedroom door, come on.

(soft dramatic music)

(lightning striking)

(screaming)

(soft suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

(blade striking)

(soft suspenseful music)

(dream-like music)

(people screaming)

(dramatic music)

(people screaming)

(screaming continues)

(screaming)

- No!

- Ah!

(upbeat piano music)

(bell tolling)

(bell tolling)

(bell tolling)

(congregation singing)

- I am your new pastor.

I feel as though I know
many of you already.

Welcome, to the House of the Lord.

Our sermon is, as ye
sow, so shall ye reap.

♪ Once to every man and nation ♪

♪ Comes the moment to decide ♪

♪ In the strife of truth and falsehood ♪

♪ For the good or evil side

(upbeat dramatic music)