Huckleberry Finn Page #2

they need the money

to buy Huck back.

Jim, you know what

they do to runaway slaves.

They catch you,

they whip you,

they truss you up

like a hog!

But if they sell me,

then I may as well be dead.

'Cause I won't never

see you no more.

But where will you go?

Where will you hide?

I'm gonna try to make

it to the free states.

To, well, to Cairo, Illinois.

That's, that's the

closest place.

Cairo? Well, that must

be 1,000 miles from here.

Someday, there ain't gonna

be no more goodbyes.

Someday, honey, darlin'

Won't be tears in your eyes

And someday

we'll be standing

With our heads held up high

Smilin' and a laughin'

Just for no reason why

I see it plain that somehow,

I don't know now

But I know we'll be fine

Trust me, oh,

honey, trust me

'Cause I've seen me a sign

That someday, honey, darlin'

Don't know how long it be

Honey, darlin'

Honey, darlin'

You must remember this

Though I'm going far away

It's gonna be all

sunshine and singin'

Someday

I can't explain,

but somehow

I don't know now

But I know we'll be fine

You, me and the baby

Oh, I've seen me that sign

That someday, honey, darlin'

Don't know how long it be

Honey, darlin'

Honey, darlin'

You belong just to me

MR. FINN:
Help me!

Help me! Let me out!

Let me out!

Pap, Pap, wake up!

Pap, you was having

another one of your fits.

Ah, it ain't fair.

You sleep sound while I got

the demons chasing me.

Like I won't get no

sleep till I'm dead!

Get yourself down

to the lines, see if

we got any breakfast.

What's taking you so long?

Hurry up.

We got any fish?

Yeah, Pa!

I fell in, Pap.

(LAUGHING)

It ain't so bad, us

being together again,

is it, Pap?

Just don't get too

comfortable about it.

Soon as I get the money,

I don't care if you

go straight to hell.

You've been bad luck for me

since the day you was born.

You killed your mother gettin'

born, you know that!

I'm goin' across

to Hannibal now

and your two sweet old ladies

better have my $1,000.

My son comes into money,

I'll tell you what I see

Two gospel spouting biddies

is stealin' it from me

I never got a tumble,

I never got a break

But now my luck a changing,

I'll get all I can take

Rotten luck,

filthy rotten luck

The only kind of

luck I ever had

Rotten luck,

stinkin' rotten luck

But now, at last, my luck

Ha, it ain't so bad

(BANGING)

(GRUNTS)

(PIG GRUNTING)

They're all liars!

Runaway slave!

Like hell he run away!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Huckleberry!

Murder!

Murder!

Thieving murderers!

(SCREAMS)

Huck, Huck.

Huck, can you hear me?

Huck?

(LAUGHS)

Here sit up.

Take it easy now.

(GRUNTS)

There you are.

Now rest easy, right there.

Oh!

Take it easy.

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