Desire Under the Elms Page #2
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- 25-year-old... greenhorn.
- I hope she's a she-devil.
I hope she makes Pa
wish he was dead, in hell.
Amen.
"I'm gonna learn God's message
to me in the spring," he says.
Go thou and chase yourself a woman.
The stinkin' old hypocrite.
- Well, it's done.
- It's done us.
It's done us.
There's gold in California.
If we stay here...
Just what I was thinking.
Might as well do it first as last.
- Let's leave this morning.
- Suits me.
- You must like walking.
- Lend us wings and we'll fly.
You'd like riding on a boat better,
wouldn't you?
- If you sign this paper, you can.
- What?
This is something I got in writing
in case you wanna go.
What's it say?
It says that for $300 to each of you,
you agree that your shares in the farm
are sold over to me.
$600. Where'd you get
that kind of money, anyway?
I found out where the old man hid it.
Ma showed me. It's her money.
Where's it hid?
- What do you know about that?
If you've got so much money,
why not go yourself?
I'm gonna get what's mine,
if it takes forever.
Well, is it a deal?
- I don't know.
- Me neither.
If he's got hitched again,
we'd be selling Eben
something we'd never get anyhow.
Are you gonna sign?
Pa and his new bride
will be here any time now.
Let's see the colour
of the old skinflint's money.
Twenty-dollar gold pieces. Thirty of them.
- Six hundred dollars.
- Now sign.
- Thanks.
- Thanks for the ride.
We'll send you
a lump of gold for Christmas.
We ought to stay and see the bride,
make sure Eben ain't lyin'.
Till he comes, let's not do a lick of work.
Let's eat, sleep and drink liquor,
and let the farm go to blazes!
We earned a rest.
We're aiming to be lilies of the field.
We toil not and neither do we spin.
and sole hand, too.
The cows are bellowing.
You'd better hustle to the milking.
- You'd better get to work.
- It's Ma's farm again. It's mine now.
I'd work my hands off
for a farm that's mine.
He's like his Pa. Hard and crazy.
- Dead spittin' image.
- Let dog eat dog.
This is solid comfort, for once.
- Get the jug, let's have a drink.
- Good idea.
To the she-devil.
Well, here we are, Anna. Home.
Home. Com' bella.
Beautiful.
It's hard to believe it's really mine.
Yours? It's mine.
Well, ours.
It's been Ionesome too long.
A home's got to have a woman.
A woman's got to have a home.
Yes.
Now, where is everyone?
Nobody out, workin' or nothin'?
Simeon?
Peter?
Eben?
Where are you?
- Why ain't you working?
- Waiting to welcome you home.
Give you our parting curse
and see what our new ma looks like.
- Well, this is her, boys.
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