Sergeant York Page #2

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I reckon their liquor was getting low

and they wanted to get there

before they sobered up.

Howdy, Mrs. York.

- Howdy, Luke.

- Howdy, Mother York.

- Tolerable, Pastor.

- What can I do for you today?

Could I be getting a can of baking powder

and a...

- Poke of salt?

- Sure thing.

I ain't having but five eggs

and they're kind of puny.

Oh, eggs are eggs, I reckon.

I was plumb out of salt.

Don't be taking it hard, Mother York,

what you just heard.

I ain't taking nothing hard, Pastor.

And I ain't making excuses

for Alvin to nobody.

Of course you ain't,

and I ain't asking you to.

- I'm right proud of Alvin.

- Got a right to be.

Works hard, Alvin does.

Patching and scratching that poor land.

It's mighty hard work,

getting corn out of rocks.

- Indeed it is.

- Who's to blame him

if he busts loose now and again?

Nobody, Mother York, nary a soul.

Of course, I ain't for Alvin

doing like he does.

A little religion wouldn't do him no hurt.

No, it wouldn't.

Pastor, I wouldn't be against

your talking to Alvin.

You reckon it'd do any good?

Well, it wouldn't do no harm.

I'd be riding up and having a talk with him.

I'm thanking you, Pastor.

- George.

- Yes, Ma?

I reckon I know where your brother's at.

He's up at the Kentucky border.

- Go fetch him.

- Yessum.

Better be taking a piece of corn

for your supper, Son.

Yessum.

- Hiya, Marter.

- Hiya, Alvin.

- Mart, we wants to get us a bottle.

- Now look here, Alvin.

You know, I know and so do the Sheriff.

You're from over here in Tennessee.

And I can't sell you no liquor

less you gets over yonder in Kentucky.

Marter, you are the legalest fellow in

these here parts, if you ain't nothing else.

You gotta be, in this business.

Maybe our credit ain't no good

in Tennessee.

Bet it ain't no better in Kentuck.

What you be having, Alvin?

You got any corn without no lye in it?

No poison oak leaves in it, either.

Ain't no lye in this liquor.

Plumb hollow I am,

like an old, burnt-out stump.

Me, too.

What are we drinking to, Alvin?

What'll we drink to, lke?

Why, I reckon we drunk

to pretty near everything there is.

- I can't think of nothing new.

- Me neither.

Reckon we better begin all over?

If we can't drink to something,

why don't we drink against something?

Against something? Against what?

Oh, against something

or somebody we're against.

I ain't against nobody or nothing.

Except getting sober.

We'll drink against that.

You... You'll be a-killing

two birds with one stone.

- Come on. Sure.

- Ain't never gonna get sober.

Never gonna get...

Well, I'll be blowed.

What are you doing here, George?

Young'uns like you ain't got no business

in a place like this here, nohow.

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