Cross Creek Page #4

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I enjoy picking berries.

Floyd, blow some for our company.

Mary.

Floyd talks to the animals.

They come callin' for him every mornin'.

[Plays camptown races on harmonica]

Did Mary dance?

No, ma'am.

Mary.

I believe the others have been held up.

Billy, Preston?

You may bring out the refreshments.

Yes, ma'am.

[Water pouring]

Thank you.

[Children talking]

No, I get her. I get Flag.

Ellie:
Taste good, doesn't it, Flag?

Ma, Ellie said I could play with Flag.

Ellie:
Tastes good, huh?

Y'all havin' a good time?

[All talking at once]

Hello, Miss Rawlings.

- Hey, Bubba!

- Hello.

I brought you a nice

soft-tailed critter, here.

He should be tied behind the house.

But he's so small, Bubba.

I'm scared a Wildcat might get him.

Cake's as light as a feather.

Go on, now.

I saved you a piece, Bubba.

Go on, now.

Could Flag stay in?

Just for tonight?

He belongs in the woods, you know that.

Yes, sir.

But seeing it's a special day,

you can leave him be.

Oh, thank you, Bubba.

We're having a wonderful party.

Threat of bad weather

kept the other guests away.

We had a lovely conversation, didn't we?

Yes.

I'm gonna send Mary over

with some dresses.

I'll be taking Miss Rawlings home now.

I had a lovely afternoon, thank you.

It was a pleasure.

Good-bye.

Ellie, now you come

help me with the dishes.

All you children...

[continues indistinctly]

[Children talking]

I want lace trim on the sleeve.

Stitch it nice and small,

so the thread doesn't show through.

[Piano playing]

She was a visitor.

She came to a local square dance.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her.

Shoulda let her be.

Heh.

She'll be sending you clothes to mend,

dresses to sew.

Well, I'm afraid that...

I haven't any need to...

Aw, she's good-hearted.

Don't pay her no mind.

She's slipping away from us.

She's found herself

a more peaceful world.

This creek's hard on folks.

Particularly women.

I'm not afraid

of living hand-to-mouth.

[Laughs]

Well, that's what it'll be.

I guess you'll make out.

Folks around here have

to scratch and scramble.

The people that love it,

they stay here till they die,

and if they don't, they move on.

Are we lost?

This here's the River Styx.

But I live at Cross Creek.

Don't worry, I'll get you

there, Miss Rawlings.

Somebody I want you to meet.

Got a gator hole right here.

You don't want to step in it. Heh.

You're not even afraid

of gators, are you?

Ever been bit by one?

- Not recently.

- Ha!

Watch your step, now.

Wouldn't want to fish you out.

This here's young Paul.

We call him "P".

This is Miss Rawlings.

She's looking for a hired man.

I could start on Monday.

Well, I'm not sure that I can afford...

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