Deep Valley Page #2

He wouldn't dare.

He hasn't put a foot on

those stairs in seven years,

and he never will,

and I wouldn't step

across that threshold

into his dirty,

mean world...

Not if the house

was on fire.

No. It'll have to go on

just as it is.

You've got me, Libby.

You love your ma,

don't you?

Well...

I- I guess

I- I don't love anyone.

Oh, s-sometimes

I f-feel sorry for pa.

For him?

Well, you needn't.

I worry if you don't

get your meals on time,

but...

Oh, ma, will it

always be like this?

What can happen?

No decent people would ever

come near a place like this.

Yes. I know, ma,

but... always?

I don't know, Libby.

This place has been

dead for years...

Locked in by the sea

and the mountains.

No way to get in...

And no way to get out.

You know that

better than I do.

Them hillbillies sure

let a place fall apart.

It looks deserted.

Might not be.

I'll check it.

There's a well.

Drive on around.

Hello, miss.

The filter pump at camp

broke down this morning,

and I was wondering

if I could get

some drinking water

from your well.

Well, I thought I heard

somebody talking.

I figured

it couldn't be you.

What was it you were

looking for-drinking water?

Yes, sir. Our filter pump broke down,

and the boys get pretty thirsty

during the heat of the day.

Well, I guess

it could be arranged.

You know, it's

funny how valuable

a simple little thing

like drinking water can be

when you

haven't got any.

Gosh, you might have

to shut down the works,

lose a whole day maybe.

That's right.

We might.

That, uh...

That would cost

quite a lot of money.

It's for a pretty

good cause, sir.

It's your highway.

It goes right past your door.

Right across

my meadow, you mean.

You weren't using

that meadow.

You got a very good price

for it.

Not half enough.

Besides,

I didn't figure on...

On having things like that

running loose all over my place.

Hey...

Cut that out.

You, can that

playing with the dog.

What I mean is,

water

being so valuable,

it seems to me you ought

to be willing to pay

a couple of dollars

a barrel.

Thanks. Thanks.

Forget it.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Now, don't rush off

like that.

Take all the water

you want.

I was only kidding.

You didn't sound like

you were kidding.

Ah. Can't you

take a joke?

All right. Thanks.

Fill up the casks.

All right,

let's go.

I'm sorry. I must

have misunderstood you.

Have a smoke.

Thanks. My name

is Cliff Saul.

I've been around these

parts, oh, over 25 years.

Jeff Barker's

my name, Mr. Saul.

I'm the engineer

down below.

Oh, I'm glad

to know you.

This is

my daughter Libby.

Hello.

She don't have

much to say for herself.

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