Based on Mark Twain's THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN
COMPLETELY LOST
Huckleberry!
Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name...
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done...
on Earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread...
and forgive us our trespasses...
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.
Huckleberry!
Watch me, dear.
Merciful heavens!
Oh, you and your manners go to blazes!
Huckleberry!
Poor little lost lad.
She drags at my hair with that comb every day. Drat her!
She's pulling it all out.
No, the hairball won't talk.
Won't talk if you don't give it good money
That quarter's no good.
If you leave it in a raw potato overnight, the brass won't show through tomorrow.
Not like your old hairball there that's playing hard to get.
It says you're going to have considerable trouble in your life.
By and by, considerable joy, too.
A couple of gals are fretting about you.
One's light-haired, the other one's dark-haired.
You're going to marry the light-haired one first, and the dark-haired one by and by.
Ask it about my Pappy. He's back. What's he going to do?
Hovering around your Pappy are two angels.
One angel is shiny white, the other a black angel.
- Get on him, Jim. - I'm going.
The best way is to rest easy and let the old man make his own way.
Maybe he won't stay. Bye.
Jim! Don't go around telling anyone I came to talk with you for a spell.
They'll say that rascal Huck is a lost boy.
He's associating with niggers now.
I won't.
Ain't you the sweet-scented dandy!
Get over here.
Let me hear you read what it says here.
"And He, He sayeth unto them...
"'Whose is this image?'"
You can do it. I had my doubts when I heard.
Your own ma — she couldn't read!
Never learned how to write, neither. And she died without knowing how.
I can't read. In my family, nobody could.
But you — you want to make out you're better than your Pa.
What a sight! Who asked you to learn?
Who said you were supposed to learn to read books?
- The widow! - The widow.
I was a poor lost little lamb — that's exactly what she said.
Go on down and talk to that widow.
Because I need some cash — $300!
- No, she won't give it to you. - Oh yes, she will!
Or you'll come to my hut. No one will ever find you there.
Come on — take off all that!
The boots, too!
Living in style, ain't you? Bed, sheets, pictures.
Yeah, pictures on the wall! Now ain't you la-di-da!
Meanwhile his Dad has got to wallow around and sleep in the yard with the pigs!
Drop that school, you hear! Don't go near it!
If I ever catch you going in there — even once —...
I'll tan you good.
Tell the widow that if you do, I'll take you back...
and lock you up in the cabin, you lost little man!
For Thou hast made Him lower than the angels...
Thou hast crowned him with glory and honour.
Thou hast made Him to have dominion...
over the works of Thy hands, Thou hast...
$300.
- Three! - Ne'er-do-well!
- Who'll get the last laugh? - Get out!
They wouldn't give a plugged nickel for this, son.
They took it to court!
They want to take you away, give you the widow woman for a guardian!
Come on! Fetch up something to eat!
Call that a court!? Call that a government?!
The law's standing around to take a man's only son away from him...
when he's had all the trouble, all the worry,...
and all the expense of raising him!
Just as he's got his son raised, and ready to go to work at last.
Ready to go to work and do something.
Something for his Pa — to give him a rest!
What's our wonderful government do? What's it do?
It ups and goes for him, just like that!
Call that a government, Huck? Puts me in this cabin.
Only imagines it's a government when it ain't!
Calls itself a government, but what is it?
Know what I've got half a mind to do?
I'd leave the damn country and not come near it again!
For two cents I'd leave the country for good!
I told them — just ask!
And everyone heard it, too!
Yeah. But then if I go away, too,...
then they'll really be in a fix.
Run, run...
Run!
They're coming after me.
They're coming ahead.
Don't touch me! Take your cruel hands off me!
Let me alone!
Pappy!
Pappy! Pappy! You shouldn't cry like that, Pappy!
The angel of death is here!
He's come to get me!
I'm going to kill him!
Yeah. I'm going to kill you!
That way, he won't come for me no more.
I ain't no angel, I'm not!
Go to Hell! I'm dead!
You just wait. I'm going to rest a bit!
Then I'll kill you.
Wake up, there!
What you doing with that rifle, boy?
Just laying for someone I thought I heard trying to break into here.
Well, why didn't you roust me out?
You was sleeping deep, Pa. I couldn't budge you no how.
All right — If anyone comes calling around again...
mind you, you don't make a sound.
You hear, 'cause he sure ain't up to no good.
There!
We'll turn around at the foot of the island
and look up the channel on the Missouri side.
Maybe he's walked to shore and got tangled up among the rushes at the water's edge.
Hey there! Darkie!
I can see you.
Shoot at the boat.
How many are there out there?
Oh, just a lot of pumpkins.
Jim!
Jim!?
Good morning, Jim.
Huck!
I never done no harm to a ghost, I swear!
I always liked dead people.
I always helped the dead all I could.
I know they killed you with an axe. Go on back!
Go on back into the river. Go on.
You see, it's this way:...
the widow, but especially Miss Watson...
kept pecking at me, treating me pretty rough...
and then I noticed there was a nigger trader around the place...
considerable lately, telling her she could get $800 for me.
And it was such a big stack of money, she couldn't resist.
So I lit out mighty quick.
You know how life is there, how we lived down New Orleans way.
Your head, in the sun — your feet, in the marshes.
You can't stand it more than two years.
I understand.
You ain't going to tell anybody, are you, Huck?
Nope.
Gee, Huck, you sure done fool'em with the axe and blood and all.
Everybody in town thinks robbers down killed you,...
and throwed you in the river. Right smart plan!
Well, I got something I want to ask you.
What you say we build us a raft, hey?
There's a swift current.
In about two weeks we'll get to Cairo, and then...
I'll be a free man.
And if you want, you can study to be a captain, huh?
I want to be a pilot.
Jim — what about the stars?
Do you think they was made, or just happened all by themselves in the sky?
I allows how they was made.
I think — they just happened, all by themselves.
It'd took too long to make that many.
The moon, later, maybe. I seen a frog lay, and they lay almost as many.
Then why do you see one of them fall every now and then?
Well, it's like a spoiled egg.
When it gets shoved out of the nest.
You know what, Huck?
When we get to Cairo, and go over to the free state...
I'm going to work day and night...
and save up money, and not spend a cent.
And when I get enough, I'll buy my wife out.
Then we're both going to work hard,...
and... and buy our two children out.
You know, we'll all be together again.
Jim'll be free soon,...
and I as good as helped him run away.
And it'll feel all wrong — if Huck Finn helped a nigger get his freedom.
Jim, who's that look like?
Like Miss Watson.
No — my Pappy.
Look — there's the Heraklion!
That's the Queen Victoria, not the Heraklion.
Say, Huck — how much does a king get?
Kings get as much as they want. Everything belongs to them.
And what do they got to do?
They don't do nothing. They just sit around on the throne...
and when there's a fuss in Parliament or a revolt or some such...
they just pack up and run over here to America.
But won't they get pretty lonesome?
- They got no kings here, right, Huck? - No.
He can't get no situation. What he going to do anyhow?
I don't know. Some of them get on the police and some learns people how to talk French.
Why? Don't the French people talk the same as we does?
Of course not! You wouldn't even understand a blessed thing they were saying.
Suppose a man in the street walks over to you...
and says "Merci" — you tell me what you'd think!
I wouldn't think nothing. I'd bust him over the head,...
that's if he wasn't white, I wouldn't allow him to call me that.
He isn't calling you anything, he's only saying thank you.
All right then, why didn't he just say it?
He is saying it. That's a Frenchman's way of saying it.
That's a blame ridiculous way!
Wait!
All right, Jim, do cats talk the same way as us?
No, cats don't.
- And do cows? - No, cows don't neither.
Do cats talk like cows, or cows like cats?
No, they don't.
That being so, why ain't it just as natural
for a Frenchman not to talk the same way we do?
- All right, Huck — tell me, is a cat a man? - No.
- And a cow — is she a man or a cat? - Ain't neither one.
Is Frenchman a man?
- Sure he is. - All right then.
Dad blame it, why can't he talk the same way as a man?
You answer me that, Huck.
Don't, Huck — don't throw shells at a snake! That's a sign of terrible bad luck.
Look, can't you give me one example of a good sign, Jim?
Yeah. If you got hairy arms and a hairy chest...
that's a sign you're going to be rich.
You got hairy arms and a hairy chest — are you rich?
I owns myself now, and I was worth $800. If I had that money I wouldn't want no more.
I'm going to find a chicken that ain't roosting
comfortable and I'm going to borrow her.
Pap always said: "take a chicken when you get a chance...
"cause if you don't want her yourself,...
"you can easy find someone who does."
I never say Pap when he didn't want a chicken himself, but that's what he said.
Hey, boy!
- What do you want? - Come here.
- What for? - Come over here.
- What do you want? - Where was Moses when the candle went out?
I don't know.
All right, guess.
Candle? What candle?
Don't matter — forget it.
- Get down. - What for?
Shh — get down!
I missed him!
What did he ever do to you?
He never did nothing to me. Only it's on account of a feud.
A feud? What's a feud?
Don't you know? A man has a quarrel with another man.
And he kills him, and the other man's brother kills him.
And everyone from both families go for each other.
What was the quarrel about to start with?
How am I to know? It was so long ago.
Been a lot of men killed?
Good chance for a funeral here.
Only a month ago, on the steamboat landing, my brother was killed.
I don't suppose you own a dog?
- No. - Come to the house, there's five pups.
I'll give you one.
I'll come later, I'm busy now.
Just down the road. You'll see a white house with columns.
- Just ask for Buck. Buck, that's me. - Goodbye.
Hey, wait. You never said where Moses was when the candle went out.
He was in the dark, that's where.
Oh — bye, now.
Quit doing that.
I have to, Huck. A boat could smash into us.
This ain't no time for us to get drowneded.
I's almost a free man now.
Listen to him — and who's to blame for it?
Me. But maybe it ain't too late for me to get away.
I'm going to paddle ashore. Maybe we're right near Cairo.
Unless we already passed by it.
No, Huck — you know we can't let Cairo go by.
'Cause if we passed by it, I'm going to stay a slave the rest of my natural life.
Mind you don't get lost, child.
Anybody else would have done the same thing.
It's a well-known fact that anyone who helps runaway niggers...
ends up going to the bad place instead of the good place...
according to Miss Watson.
But — does I want to go there?
How's Jim going to get to Cairo by hisself?
Can't ask nobody... can't even show hisself.
And besides: what's so good about the good place?
Go around all day with a harp and sing forever and ever!
Jim!
Hey Jim! I guess I went to sleep.
Goodness gracious!
That's you, Huck?
I thought you was dead.
What's wrong, Jim? You been drinking?
Drinking?
Has I had a chance to be drinking?
All right, then why you talking so wild?
How did I talk wild?
Didn't you take the canoe and get lost in the fog?
Fog? What fog?
I never seen no fog nor nothing.
Huck — Huckleberry Finn. Come over here.
You look me right in the eye.
That's right, look me right in the eye.
- Ain't you been going away? - Going away, Jim?
What do you mean? I been sitting here all the time talking with you.
I must have dozed off, I guess, and you did, too. You been dreaming, man.
I swear, you dreamed the whole thing.
Well, I guess I did.
But listen, Huck...
I never had no dream like that.
I cried. I done cried my eyes out.
When you went away and didn't come back...
I thought you'd gone and left poor Jim all by hisself.
But after — after a while I thought you was drowneded.
My heart was 'most broke.
I didn't care no more what happened.
And you come back and make a fool of Jim with a lie.
I'm not going to humble myself to no nigger, even him.
Jim — I'm sorry. Forgive me?
Hey — a cow!
- Where do you see a cow? - A cow on that boat. Look.
Ahoy there! Can you tell me how far we are from Cairo?
You must be a blame fool, boy!
Cairo's a good fifty miles upstream.
You done passed Cairo a long time ago.
Ladies and Gentlemen!
Tonight in the barn by the mill,...
we are presenting for one night only the famous tragedian David Garrick...
Hogwash!
Clown!
Ladies and Gentlemen! Tonight in the barn by the old mill,...
and for one night only, we present the tragedian David Garrick,...
the only son of Edmund Keane the Elder, from Drury Lane Theatre and Piccadilly.
You mustn't miss the unique show.
What's going on?
Good morning, sir.
Good morning, lad.
Wait!
Wait for me!
Don't leave me here!
Vile, worthless rabble!
They sure was after your hide, wasn't they?
And why were you running?
I'm always running.
- This boy yours? - Never saw him before.
- What's your name? - William Mitchell, sir.
- Where you going? - New Orleans, sir.
My aunt, Miss Hooker, she lives down in New Orleans, sir.
Well just don't stand there, take the oars!
Hey, there's a nigger in here!
Come on out. Come on out of there, quick!
- Who are you? - Jim, sir.
- Runaway? - Don't touch him!
He's my nigger! A sternwheeler ran over our raft last night...
and everybody drowned. Pa was drunk, and Uncle Ben and brother Ike.
I'm... an orphan, sir!
I see, all right.
Get back in there.
By the way... wasn't that you yesterday...
that was playing King Lear down in the barn?
I done tread the boards myself.
I reckon we might team up together, huh?
I tell fortunes, and do preaching, too, and convert them to faith.
And vice versa. How about it?
Who brought me down so low, alas?
I who was once in such high estate?
What are you laughing about?
I deserve it. Let the cold world do its worst.
One thing I do know:...
there is a grave somewhere for me, and there
someday my poor broken heart will be at rest.
So what's your poor broken heart got to do with us, man? We ain't done nothing.
What's your story, and dad blame it, skip the broken heart part?
I'm rather drawn to you, old man, so I'm going to tell you my secret.
I am by birth the heir to the dukedom of Bridgewater.
But here I sit, hunted, despised of men.
Worn, ragged on the fragile raft, degraded to the company of felons.
Well, Bilgewater, you know what?
You ain't the only one who's been wrongfully snaked down out of a high place.
No, the only ones whose secret is kinfolk.
Yeah! If you want to know everything,...
I might as well up and tell you.
Your eyes is looking at the poor disappeared Dauphin Louis XVI,...
son of Louis XVII and of Maria...
- Antoinette. - Yeah.
I'm the king of France.
Say, Huck — don't it surprise you the way them kings carry on?
Our king ain't so bad, compared to some of them.
Some Sunday school teachers look like them.
Anyway, no matter what, we cain't go ashore.
You'd be lynched right away.
Southern style.
Out here, nobody can do us no harm.
If I didn't learn much else that was any good from my pappy,...
I learned the best way to get along with his breed of men...
is to bide your own time, letting them blab,...
believing they're having their own way.
Poor little Elizabeth. Poor little Johnny.
It's mighty hard to think I ain't going to see them no more.
No more.
Jim, don't cry.
We'll earn money, working,...
and buy passage in a boat soon,...
and go back up to Cairo.
Jim — you got hairy arms and a hairy chest!
You say that means you'll be rich someday.
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars...
as daylight doth a lamp.
Her eyes in heaven would through the airy regions stream...
so bright, the birds would sing and think it were not night.
Oh, see how she leans her cheek on her hand.
Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek.
- Ah, me. - Birds!
Good.
- Cuckoo. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. - No cuckoo. Come on.
- Nurse. - Signora Juliet!
- Come on home now! - No! Go on, beat it!
No, no, that's not it. He's just talked about the winged messenger of heaven.
Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Or if thou will not, will I no longer be a Capulet.
You Majesty — why do you have to bray like a jackass?
- What? - Juliet is a sweet mere child.
You're on a balcony, your loved one's at your feet.
You must say it slickly and languishly. Here, let me show you.
Romeo, Romeo, or if you will not be besworn my love...
then I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Yeah.
Get out! Go on, get out!
Get out of here.
- How're we doing? - Ain't sold one seat.
Shut up, boy!
Ain't no profit in this show.
It's all expense.
Oh, it's a sorrow these lunkheads can't come up to Shakespeare.
What they want is low comedy.
Or even worse.
I think I seize their style.
And tomorrow you'll see just what I mean.
Your Majesty.
By a renowned comedian, who played in London,...
in every big theatre in Europe,...
in a most willing and exciting act,...
the Royal Nonesuch Giraffe. For 50¢ see this great show!
Ladies and children not admitted!
- They'll string us up! - Tomorrow!
Not tonight.
All right, Louis — up and at'em!
It's our pleasure to present Keane the Elder in the Royal Nonesuch Giraffe.
Three hundred straight nights in Paris at the Grand Opera House.
Thank you very much.
Thank you. If our most honoured public has found
our spectacle pleasing as well as instructive,...
we should be obliged if you'd mention it to your friends so they'll want to see it, too.
- Is that all? - That's all.
We've been cheated!
- Hang them! - Hold on, gentlemen, just a word.
You've been cheated, gentlemen, very badly cheated.
However, we wouldn't want you to become the laughing stock of your fair city.
What you should do is leave quietly and talk our comedy up.
Talk it up and cheat the rest of the town. How's that?
Go on in, gentlemen.
No admittance. They're children, Your Grace.
- Tonight, they're admitted. - Go ahead.
Come on, come, hurry up!
Now run. Race for the raft like the Dickens was after you.
If that King, that Duke, ain't rapscallions...
then I don't know what a rapscallion is.
That's all right. As soon as we get our share of the take...
we can light out and they'll never catch us.
$440! That makes $220 apiece.
$441, Your Majesty.
That's a good coin.
Don't forget me and Jim get a share.
That's what you promised us.
Oh, no — money spoils children.
When I was back at court, I was always very stern about that.
I remember when I was a boy, I swiped a nickel once.
So my pappy, old Louis the... XVII...
oh, boy, did I ever get tanned with a board.
I was still taking pine splinters out of my bottom for... six weeks.
Hard a starboard.
Hold your course.
Stop your engines. Flip the hawsers.
Well, go on, get ashore.
Here — what is this town?
Greenville, sir.
You got a theatre here?
Theatre? No... we got a church.
- A church will do. - You know, Peter Wilkes just died.
Oh, that's a shame.
And who is this great gentleman who just croaked?
An actor or suchlike?
No, sir. He was our preacher.
In other words, you ain't got no preacher now.
No, we's all waiting until Mr Harvey arrives... The deceased's brother.
Harvey's a preacher, too.
And where does this other servant of God live,
and why was it he didn't get here in time?
He lives in England, up in Sheffield.
- England, huh? - Yeah, it ain't next door.
And Peter was English, too, only he came out here, going on to 50 years.
He's got a brother William born after he left England.
- Is he a servant of God, too? - Who?
Well, William!
No, he ain't. He's a deaf and dumb boy.
Why do they expect him to come around after 50 years?
For the dividing up of the property.
Oh — big inheritance, is it?
There's the house, the town tannery, and there's also come cash. $6,000.
Everything go to the brothers?
No, it ain't. Only the money goes to the brothers. The rest go to the daughters.
Now that they's on their own.
And no one knows these two brothers around these parts. Is that right?
That's right. How could they know'em?
Bet they've never been to America before.
And where may you be going, young man?
Going out west — to earn a living.
Mon, mon Cherie... please, could you give me a little water.
- Is it them? - Yeah.
Good day. Could any one of you gentlemen tell us where Mr Peter Wilkes lives?
I'm terribly sorry, sir, but the best we can do is tell you where he did live.
Mr Wreak, undertaker, and this is my first assistant Señor Álvarez.
No, it's too hard — it's too hard!
My poor brother! Alas — they're telling us...
he's dead.
- This way, gentlemen. - I'm Señor Álvarez.
I'm Adolphus, their servant.
Gentlemen, do you wish the service with holy music or without?
With, naturally!
Just one second, sir.
My lamb. My poor, poor little lamb!
Oh, poor girl.
No, not her! That's only Señor Álvarez's daughter.
We apologise sir. I hope that we didn't upset you unduly, Mr Harvey.
No.
Please, sir.
- Are these them? - Yes.
- Poor little... orphan girls! - Uncle!
- Excuse me. - Next to the coffin.
Our brother!
He's in that box!
Oh, my little yellow boys! Ah, my little yellow jackets! Dear little critters.
Oh, my, this beats the Royal Nonsense Giraffe all to hell!
Your Majesty — $6,000, and by any standards, that's plenty. $3,000 apiece, right?
And me?
- Now I propose that we... - Thanks.
Your Grace! You'd leave $10,000 worth of
property just waiting around to be scooped up?
If we did, why, we'd be behaving like a pair of fools.
You mean you'd rob these poor orphans of everything?
They're young and spry, they can work.
Why, them girls could easily earn their living.
I say that gold is enough.
All right — for the sake of argument, suppose
we leave them the property and everything.
What'll happen sooner or later? They'll marry a couple of local boys...
and they'll up and mortgage off our property.
Mortgage off the whole works for their weight in whisky.
You wouldn't want that. Would you, Your Grace?
I would not.
I guess trials have weakened my gallantry, once so proud.
Adolphus?
Yes'm?
Did you ever see the king with your own eyes?
King? What king?
The one in court. Who'd you think?
Him? Every day!
Where?
He always comes to our church.
He lives in London, though, don't he?
Sure — where'd you expect he'd live?
Oh, but I thought you lived in Sheffield.
- Where? - Sheffield.
That's right. In summer he always come to take the sea baths.
Oh.
Sea baths? Sheffield ain't no seaport.
Ah — they bring in the water. Bring it in barrels.
We've got furnaces there.
And we can heat up the sea water in'em so he can take his baths in it.
- Who does? - Why, the king.
That's a lot of lies.
Honest injun, I'm not lying!
What is it you don't want to believe, Joanna?
It's not at all right, nor is it kind of you,...
- to talk so to him. - I ain't done nothing to him, Mary Jane...
he told some stretchers, I reckon, and it's just that I wasn't going to swallow them.
He's staying in our home, a stranger, he's far from his people.
You should treat him kind so he won't remember us bad in his own country.
Now tell him you're sorry.
Adolphus, I'm sorry about what I said.
- Oh, it's all right. - That's fine, Joanna.
And now I have some good news.
Uncle Harvey's selling everything quickly, and then we'll be going with him to England.
Fat old crocodile!
Bye and bye, when I'm way down the river,...
I'll write a letter and tell Mary Jane where the gold is hid.
Last night — did you come in our room?
No.
All right, did you see anybody else go in there?
No. Is something the matter?
You shut your trap and mind your own business, if you got any around here.
If you'd followed my advice, this gold would still be in our hands...
and we wouldn't be here anymore.
We got to go crying, you deaf and dumb Duke...
before they start spreading talk on our account.
Amen.
Well, anyway, now the money's out of their hands.
They can kiss it goodbye.
They're not even holding the bag.
Hey, boy.
Hey, boy, come here.
Hey, lookee here, folks, now we got two sets of heirs!
Old Peter Wilkes's gold. Now we's got two more... take your choice!
Excuse me. This is a surprise I hadn't counted on.
The deceased is our brother and we've come to mourn for him.
I'm Harvey Wilkes, and this is my brother William.
I'm sorry, sir, but that's not true. You're an imposter, and you are lying.
I'm Harvey Wilkes, and this is William here.
No, he's William.
If he really is deaf and dumb, he might try conversing with my brother William.
That way we'd see how good his sign language is.
I regret to sat that that is not possible now...
because my poor brother broke his arm a few days ago.
Ain't that right handy? He has to make signs to talk,
but he can't because his arm is broken.
A clear enough case... they're frauds.
Why don't you tell all these people how you come to town?
By steamboat — a side-wheeler. Out of Cincinnati.
Then how come you were at the point in a raft this morning?
I weren't up at the point this morning.
Yes you were. I live up there. That's where I saw you.
You were with a nigger and this boy here.
I suppose he's English, too!
- I'm English. - Yes, he's English. He lives in Sheffield.
King William IV comes up there to take sea baths.
Quiet, Jo.
I know their kind — a bunch of frauds!
- Let's lynch them! - String them up!
No! Stop!
Stop that! Stop, please!
Now listen — do you have any evidence for what you're saying?
I can prove it easily.
I'd like to talk with whomever it was who laid out my brother Peter for burial.
Here... us!
In that case, could any one of your worthy gentlemen here...
tell us the exact shape of the mark which was patterned on his chest?
I'll tell you. You wait, I'll tell you exactly
what it was that was tattooed on his chest.
I can answer that. I can answer it easy!
I can answer easy about what that mark is.
It's a mark I'm familiar with. I tell you I know the mark.
I know the mark, it's a mark I know well!
I know exactly what is it. It's a mark that's kind of
hard to explain, exactly, all the times I've seen it.
Well, come on, tell us!
The mark tattooed on his chest is a blue arrow. That's what it is.
Taking a close look at it, we would never know.
A blue arrow, was it? Was there a blue arrow tattooed on my brother's chest?
No, there wasn't.
There wasn't. And what you did see was the small letters "P.W."
Isn't that so?
No, it isn't.
What's he talking about?
Let's hang the lot of them. They're all frauds!
Stop them! Do something!
Stop! This can be easily solved!
All we have to do is dig up the coffin and look for ourselves!
- Yeah! - That'll work!
Save your own neck!
Come on, come on! Let's get this settled once and for all!
Jim! Jim! Cast off — we've got to get out of here!
- Wait! - Keep going!
- Wait! - Stop!
Keep going! Keep going!
Give me that!
Take that!
This is getting old.
Don't come no closer! Don't come no nearer...
or your carcass will float downstream like a rotten log!
Leave that boy alone! Don't touch him, I's warning you, Your Majesty!
What did you say?
I'll kill you, slave!
Jim's my nigger — don't touch him!
Let me at him. Hands off — let me go!
Now listen, Louis Dauphin, don't you think I know who hid our money in that coffin?
Yeah. You did it, because you were planning to shovel the money up again...
and keep it all for Duke Bilgewater!
You're out of your mind!
Let go of me, Duke! Let go... let go of my throat!
I take it back, Duke, I take it back!
- Will you own up first!? - I do!
If you ever deny it again, I'll drown you, you hear!
I'll down you, Capet.
You will be the late Louis Capet, you understand?
I understand.
Hey — come on down, Colonel Sherburn.
Clear the tracks, because the price of coffins is going to rise!
Come on out here, Sherburn. Face the man you swindled!
You're the hound I'm chasing, and I'm going to get you, too!
Men come first, Sherburn. Then after the men comes the cowards.
Come on down, Sherburn, come on!
Now listen, you. I'm tired of this.
So I will endure it up until 1 o'clock... and no longer!
If you keep pestering me after 1 o'clock, I'll shoot you dead.
Is there a cabin vacant on any ship, sir?
- You got the cash? - I got it.
Let's see it.
Just where you aiming to go, son?
- Cairo. - Congratulations. There's an opening.
You got people travelling with you?
- I got one servant. - Congratulations.
You get a cabin all to yourself, out on the water.
I got a boat for you: Beauty of the West, sailing today.
That's a boat you'll like. The crew's really up to snuff.
Fried eggs and French cuisine both.
You'll take a deluxe stateroom suite.
There's a study with a mahogany table in it, a bath with a marble tub and all.
It's $20 — all right?
All right, I'll take it, I guess.
Hey, lookee here, what are you doing?
You know coffin prices are going to rise?
It's all right, because I can't help prices from going up.
I'm on the warpath! Clear the decks, here I come!
Batten the hatches, I'm on the warpath!
He's the best-natured old fool in Arkansas.
Carries on like that when he's drunk, but he's never hurt nobody, drunk or sober.
They'd better send for his daughter.
Get ready to cast off the hawsers.
Could you please tell me, sir — are you leaving soon?
Real soon.
I'll lock myself up in the stateroom with Jim.
And there, nobody can touch us.
The main thing is not to miss the boat.
Here's your bread and your whisky, Your Grace.
- The change. - There's only 2¢ left.
Where are the others?
Where's Jim?
Devil only knows.
The old idiot got as drunk as a pig this morning and sold him.
All the money's gone.
We're giving a show today.
- Who's going to hoist up the moon? - He sold my nigger?
Yeah, for $20. Greatest actor we had.
Sold him to who?
I don't know. I was in the beer hall.
Your Majesty!
Wake up, Your Majesty!
Mr Hagerty. Wake up, Reverend.
Who'd you peddle Jim off to?
Where's Jim? Who's Jim been sold to?
Your Majesty! Where's Jim?
Tell me who you sold Jim to, Your Majesty!
- Who are you? - The sheriff.
I'm not worried.
- Good. - Very good!
Come on over to my place. Come on!
I got a little bear full of brandy there.
How dry I am! Nobody knows how dry I am!
Nobody knows! Nobody knows how dry I am!
Nobody knows...
Your Majesty — where's Jim?!
Tell me, please — who'd you sell Jim to?
Boggs! Back off!
A gentleman.
Don't shoot!
Papa! Papa! Come on home, Papa!
Don't shoot! No!
Papa! Papa!
He killed him!
Your Majesty! Where's Jim?
Who's Jim been sold to, your Majesty?
Jim...
He's in the barn, son. Right behind the brick factory.
There it goes.
Please! This way! Please!
Let the doctor through!
Make way! Let us through!
- This way. - All right.
What's the use — he's already dead!?
You ain't looking long enough. It ain't right you won't give no one a chance.
He called out to him.
Boggs!
Oh, no...!
And that's how it happened.
Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight for the last time...
the renowned David Garrett the Younger plays with Edmund Keane the Elder...
in the world's most thrilling act, the Royal Nonesuch Giraffe
Music!
You'd best use this — a knife scrapes better the wood.
Here.
Stand up, boy!
You stand up when you talk to the King of France.
Starting all over again. I wish he'd go to blazes!
It's all right. I'll put up with anything to help Jim be a free man.