Sommersby Page #2

before you left.

- Yes. Well.

- Good night.

Good night.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I swore, if I ever made it home...

I'd shave this damn thing off.

Would you do it for me?

Mm.

Are you sure? Hmm?

- Am I home?

- Heh.

All right.

That's the first thing

I remember about you.

Coming back that time

from wherever you'd been...

looking all brown and bearded.

Looking more like some kind

of a wild animal than a man.

Is that what you wanted?

Something wild?

Maybe.

Maybe just something a little...

dangerous.

A little different.

A little rich?

[CHUCKLES]

Make $900 and lose 1000,

you are not rich.

It was never the money.

Couldn't have been love, could it?

It could have been.

If you'd have been the least...

little bit...

kinder.

What do you think?

I'm thinking...

who is this man

sitting in my kitchen?

[CHUCKLES]

Well, good night.

Good night.

I guess we have to get used

to each other again, don't we?

I guess so.

Yeah, well...

Good night.

Good night.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[WHINNIES]

[LITTLE ROB SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY

IN DISTANCE]

- You're getting ahead of me again.

- Heh.

Not quite.

- So where is he?

- He wanted to see the farm.

Hope he doesn't see too much.

Liable to keep on riding.

- He wouldn't do that.

- No.

But I have heard stories of men

who come home after being away...

and finding their wives

married again...

and realizing it wasn't nobody's fault.

And that, uh...

-...she'd just fallen in love with...

- Orin, please. I'm sorry.

I know you're hurting, and I wish

to God that I was not the cause of it.

But we weren't married yet.

He's my husband, he's come home now.

That's right. That's right.

But if he ever...

lays a hand to you again,

I'll have to break it.

Orin, please.

LITTLE ROB:

Jethro?

[CHICKENS CLUCKING]

ORIN:

Well...

Lord...

take him to that better place

where the sun always shines...

and he'll have bigger fields

to run in. Amen.

ORIN:

Jack.

What are you doing?

Not too damn much.

What are you doing?

Try and get a little hoeing done.

Yeah, well, you can take a break.

Not gonna be any cotton on this land.

I put a little bit of work

in these fields.

You and about 40 more slaves,

maybe we'll get a crop in here.

What, you calling me a n*gger?

Hell, Orin, I ain't...

Look, I know what you done around here

and I appreciate it.

What I've done, I haven't done for you.

- She's made her choice.

- No.

She had no choice.

You know, if it'd gone the other way,

if she wanted you...

I don't think I would have

hung around here, watched.

Not me.

No.

But then, you never were one

to hang around, were you?

I told Orin I'd marry him next year,

if you didn't come back.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes