A Day of Judgment (1981) - full transcript

(light upbeat music)

(clock ticking)

- Lord, whatever is, is
the work of Your hand.

I know that it was a dream,
but I know that it was true.

Count this as my failure, Lord.

That the people have
turned away from You.

That they have thrown
aside Your commandments,

but mark the people of this
town as no different from those

of any other, no more
deserving of Thy wrath.

"Vengeance is mine",
sayeth the Lord.

When I came to this church,



we were fighting the
war to end all wars.

We prayed together.

These pews were filled
wi th men, women, children.

Now the voice may ring full,

but the church gives
back a hollow echo.

Emptiness, emptiness
in His church,

emptiness in the
lives of our people.

It was my charge to help them
fill their lives with meaning.

I have failed.

It is out of my hands.

I have prayed that God's
retribution fall upon me,

but I cannot pay in full
for His lost children.

For the breaking of the
Lord's commandments,

they also must pay.



And we ask God's mercy,

pay they shall.

Next Sunday,

your new pastor will
stand in my place

and I'd pray that his
vo ice will be answered

by a glorious chorus.

(horn honking)

- Ho, ho, ho.

- Hey, stupid, why don't
you look where you're going?

Oh it's you.

- Are you all right, Charlie?

- Yeah, sure.

Had my mind on
other things, sorry.

(soft music)

- You did it again, Charlie.

Apologizing.

Apologizing to him.

He should be apologizing to you.

(soft music)

- Go ahead, smile.

You won't be smilin'
in your next picture.

- Do you have to go, Harvey?

You know how much I miss
here when you're away.

- It's business, my sweet.

If it wasn't necessary,
you know I wouldn't go.

- Well, I suppose,
if it's business.

I hate to ask you again
so soon, Harvey, honey,

but there's a few things
I've just got to have.

- Oh, don't be afraid to ask.

Mine to earn, yours to spend.

Your smile pays me, Ruby.

- You're such a dear, sweet man.

- I just can't make up my mind.

My friend likes black.

- I bet you look
real good in black.

You know, here at Kaylor's,

we like to satisfy
our customers.

Like that stick
candy, don't you?

But you don't have
any pennies, do you?

Well, we sell our candy here.

We don't give it away.
Now move on outta here.

Listen, I'd like to help
you with any of these now.

- [Ruby] Oh, Kenny.

- Listen, you try
on any of these.

I'll be right back.

(soft upbeat music)

- You look real busy, Kenny.

- I am, Mrs. Kaylor,
just trying to take

care of the customers.

- Well just be
sure you don't try

more than you can handle, Kenny.

(soft upbeat music)

- Come on, Ruby.

- Don't worry, he can't hear us.

Sometimes I think
he keeps his ears

and eyes in those
ledgers (laughs).

- I like your new hairstyle.

You look kinda special today.

(soft upbeat music)

- Bet I'd look real
special in this red one.

- I bet you would, in and out.

(door dinging)

- Kenny, he's going
out of town tomorrow.

I guess I'll have
to get this red gown

and wear it all alone.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Sharpe.

- Well if it isn't
Reverend Cage.

Please, sit down, Reverend.

Now, suppose you tell us,
what can Mammon do for God?

- I'm far from the one, sir,

as I hope you are
from the other.

- Well we do have the two most
important buildings in town,

mine perhaps being
somewhat more important.

- I've resigned my
ministry here, Mr. Sharpe.

It appears that more people
attend your church than mine.

- Well, I'm truly sorry to
hear that, Reverend Cage.

- I need to resolve my affairs.

- Well, I suppose you've come
th en to discuss your loan.

I hope you're ready
to make your payment.

- I'm afraid that's
quite impossible.

I must throw myself on your
mercy for the remaining $360.

- Well, if you'll
excuse me, Reverend,

I'll get the papers
on that account.

- But it's simply not the
policy of the bank, Madame.

Mr. Sharpe has made it
crystal clear to us that we--

- But it was not my
husband's money to deposit.

I need that money to pay
for Sandy's dental work.

- Madame, if there's
some problem,

be assured this bank
abides strictly by the law.

- I didn't mean to say anything

against the bank, Mr. Sharpe.

- If there's anything
else we can do for you,

just let us know, all right?

Ah, Morgan. You remind
me, we have a transaction.

Well, Reverend, we can
look over these papers,

but it appears you've
had some difficulty

in rendering unto Caesar.

- There's no need to look.

I'm afraid I must
ask for an extension.

- You mean another extension,
don't you, Reverend?

Well, any change in
our basic agreement

will have to be reflected
in the interest rate.

- You are aware
that for many years

there were laws against usury?

- But we live in an
enlightened age, Reverend.

Shall we say the principal
and interest within 60 days?

That seems to me to
be quite generous.

And I think if you have
any difficulty in making

your payment, I think
perhaps your superiors

at the church would stand
good for your debt, hm?

- Say, George, who's the lucky
girl for the Easter Dance?

You taking Missy
or some new gal?

- Way things look, the only
thing I'll be dancing with

is this here gas pump.

- You ought to think
about getting out more.

- Ought to? That's about
all I ever do think about.

(engine starting)

- Ho, ho.

Afternoon, George.

- Don't know as it is.

Must be a wonderful storm.

Figure it'll break not
too long after dark.

- I'd like a word with
your parents, George.

- About you leaving?

Talk is you resigned yesterday.

- The talk is correct
on that one point,

but I'd like to wish them
well before I depart.

- I suppose you wanna
talk about me and Missy,

get 'em off on that again?

- I had no intention.

- You're as bad as they
are, you know that?

That's my business.

Nobody ever thinks
about what I might want.

- You seem to think quite
en ough about that, George.

Please at least tell
them that I stopped by.

(soft banjo music)

- Why, Georgie,
that's Reverend Cage.

You should have asked him in.

What'd he want?

- He didn't say.

He's always running his
mouth like a barnyard Betty.

- That's not true, Georgie.

You know what I always say.

If you can't say
something nice about--

- I know what you always say
because you always say it.

(soft banjo music)

- [Father] Did you
order those new tires?

(register clicking and ringing)

- You're the one's been sittin'
here all day doing nothing.

Why didn't you order them?

- You know I got a game leg.

You've gotta learn the
business side, George.

You know out front, but when
you take over the business

you gotta know more than that.

- When I take over the business.

When I take over the business,
it's sold and I'm gone.

- With that girl, I suppose.

- With any girl I want.

I've been keeping
you too long enough.

I have a good mind to keep
something more to my own liking.

(horn honking)

- Puff your pipe.

(scoffing)

(cart approaching)

(children playing)

(soft harmonica music)

- Let's get outta here.

- I ain't going in there.

That's the old
lady Fitch's house.

- I want my ball back.

- Why don't you go and get it?

- Not me, that's old
lady Fitch's house.

- Doodles.

Good old, Doodles, go get
the ball, Doodles. Go fetch.

- I tell you, Sheriff, they
have no respect for property.

Why a person just isn't safe
in their own home anymore.

Settle down, how can I, when
those little monsters are

out there right this very minute
trampling down my flowers?

And that miserable animal
is uprooting all my plants.

(goat bleating)

You know, Sheriff,
that I've spent years

cultivating my plants.

Get out, get out of here.

(soft mysterious music)

Get out, get out of here.

Now I've called the sheriff,

and he knows what to do
with criminals like you.

(soft music)

Ah.

Kindly bring me my brandy.

Oh those infernal imps.

- Mr. Fitch, I haven't
been to the store today,

and I don't think there
is any more brandy.

- You think I don't know
what goes on here weekends,

where my liquor goes?

Well, I've got to
have it for my nerves.

I've just got to have it.

But I'm not going to purchase
it to fire your deviltry.

- Mrs. Fitch!

- Don't you talk back to me.

Oh, I'd be much
better off alone.

I don't need people
around making

a mockery of order and beauty.

(crickets chirping)

- [Cage Voiceover] I could
not open your hearts to grace.

Mercy upon us both.

(crickets chirping)

- Easy, whoa.

(soft mysterious music)

(horse whinnying)

(soft mysterious music)

(lightning striking)

(soft mysterious music)

As I saw it, it has come.

(lightning striking)

- The Benson children, but--

- Now it won't pay for you
to take their side, either.

I can tell you that.

That trash, and
that vicious animal.

- Well now I would like to
take a look at the damage.

- What you would like to
do and what you will do

are different things.

Now, all I ask is to be
let alone with my plants.

And I expect justice.

- And I do hope you get it.

- Now get on after
those hellish imps.

- Yes, ma'am.

I'll have a talk with the
children, and with the Bensons.

- And then you'll do
no thing, as you always do.

(birds chirping)

- Mrs. Fitch?

My suitcases are packed.

- Why, Alma, what in the
world are you talking about?

Why, the forsythia are
almost ready to bloom.

- The way of it is, Mrs.
Fitch, I work for you

and I'm ready to work on
what needs working on.

But you tell me I'm carrying
on and taking from you.

Mrs. Fitch, I don't carry
on . My Bible forbids that.

And I don't take
from you, either.

- Alma, you know that
we've always been able

to talk things out, to
be able to get along.

- No, no, Mrs. Fitch.

You've been able to
talk, and up until now,

I've been able to listen.

- I won't stand here and
debate with one of your sort.

- My sort has pride
too, Mrs. Fitch.

- Well. Now, Alma, you
know perfectly well that,

well, any enlightened
individual would tell you

that you have feelings,
but, you simply

do not have the sensitivity.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Fitch.

- You think that you're
needed around here?

Well, I can tell you that
such is not the case.

- And I hope for your
sake you're right.

(birds chirping)

(harmonica music)

- Come on in, Doodles.

(goat bleating)

- Come on, scaredy
cat, do a goat paddle.

(goat bleating)

- Okay, outta the
water, criminals.

(goat bleating)

- [Girl] Everybody swims here.

- Used to myself.

But now what I
really wanna know is,

what happened over at
Mrs. Fitch's house?

- Are you going to arrest us?

- [Sheriff] Mrs. Fitch
made a complaint.

- About what?

- [Sheriff] Said you
trampled her plants

and tore up her garden.

- Ain't so.

- Our ball went into the
yard, and Doodles got it back.

We never went near her flowers.

- [Sheriff] Now are you sure?

- You know the way she is.

She tells stories all the time.

Remember the man?

- [Sheriff] Oh, I remember.

- What man?

- She said a man
kept following her,

looking in her windows.

- Why would anybody
wanna do that?

- Bear in mind that
Mrs. Fitch is a widow

and she's had to live
alone for a long time.

And right or wrong,
she thinks all she has

left is those flowers.

- We didn't hurt them, honest.

- Now you try to stay
clear of her yard.

I'm not saying that
she's telling the truth.

I'm just saying that you
ca n help me and her both

by just staying clear.

- We'll try, Sheriff, honest.

- Next time, maybe
I'll swim with you.

- I wonder what those
children are up to.

(phone dialing)

Ring the sheriff.

Sheriff, Mrs. Fitch her.

I just want you
to know that those

Benson monsters are
planning something.

Do?

But they've been
watching my house.

And they're up to
something, I just know it.

Well, if you're not
going to do anything,

I just want you to know
that I will protect

my bushes and my
plants and my flowers.

(crickets chirping)

- Doodles, get away from there.

- You heard what
the sheriff said.

- Come on, let's get outta here.

- No point in
calling the sheriff

when he's only on
their side anyway.

He doesn't care if
they uproot everything.

Alma.

Oh, I have to do
everything myself.

(vases rattling)

(soft mysterious music)

(goat bleating)

(soft mysterious music)

(goat bleating)

(soft mysterious music)

- [Girl] Doodles,
get away from there.

- What's he eating?

- I don't know, but we
better get away from here.

(soft mysterious music)

- Pesky little creature.

Deserves what's coming to it.

(goat bleating softly)

(soft mysterious music)

(rocks rattling)

(rattling continues)

Stop that! Stop that!

What do you want here?

- Doodles died, and you did it.

- You're an old
witch, and I hate you.

Old Witch Fitch.

- How dare you?

Get away from my house.

(brakes squeaking)

- What's happened here?

- She gave Doodles
poison, and I hate her.

- [Sheriff] You did this?

- I should have known
that you'd take up

for those little monsters.

So I took steps
to protect myself.

I have a right to protect
myself and my property.

- Y'all take Doodles
and wait in the car.

You know, Mrs. Fitch, we've
all overlooked the idea

that you make up things and
tell them for the truth.

Now I guess maybe
everybody kinda pitied you.

But a poor dumb animal
like that that ain't

never done nothing to nobody,

now that just about as low
as a human being can get.

- How dare you talk
to me like that?

The mayor will hear of this.

- Oh, I'm sure he will.

- And when he does,
we'll see how much longer

you hang onto your job.

Nothing is safe so long
as you wear that badge.

(crickets chirping)

(engine starting)

(birds chirping)

- [George] Mr. Grigg.

- Hello, George.

- Yeah.

- Something I can do for you?

- Well, I need some
legal advice, Mr. Grigg.

- That's my business.

What's the matter, that
Missy giving you trouble?

Come on down to my office
and tell me about it.

- No, I mean, look,
I'll only take a minute.

I gotta get back
to that station.

- Fine, walk along with me
and tell me your problem.

- It's my folks.

- Something wrong with them?

- Well, it's nothing
wrong with their health.

Well, maybe in their minds.

- They're old, and
sometimes they act childish.

You know what I mean?

- It happens, George.

- I know.

It's just that,

well, I don't know how much
longer I can keep going.

I mean, I take care of the
station, I look after them and

it gets me down.

So, I was wondering.

What would it take
to have my folks

placed in the county home?

Don't get me wrong, Mr. Grigg.

You know I just wanna
do what's best for them.

I mean, I just thought
that there were people

in the county home that know
how to take care of old people.

- I understand.

I even thought about doing
it once with my folks.

Sometimes, I think they'd
have been better off.

I'll see what I can do.

- Oh, gee, thanks
a lot, Mr. Grigg.

I sure will rest better
knowing they're taken care of.

(whistling)

- Feeling good
today, huh, Georgie?

(register ringing)

- Oh yes.

And I plan on feeling
much better before long.

(horn honking)

Mother dear.

(whistling)

I thought we had all this
straightened out, Missy.

- You don't know what
st raight is, George Clay.

- I know I told you I didn't
want you coming around here.

- Oh you're good at
telling things, George.

I remember lots of
things you told me.

I remember the things you told
me about swimming together

at Preston Lake, and I
remember the things you told me

in the barn after the
lightning had struck the oak.

- Oh come on, Missy,
everybody knows

that doesn't really count.

- And I remember all
the things you told me

after I had to drive
all the way to the city.

- I got plans. You'll
be taken care of.

- And I remember all your plans

for after you got
out of the Army.

- I got plans, real plans.

Anyway, that other was as much
your fault as it was mine.

It's the girl's fault.

The girl's the one
that makes the choice.

- Well you just go right ahead

with your plans,
George Clay, because--

- George, Missy.

It does a lawyer's
heart good to see you

back together again.

- We're not back
together, Mr. Grigg.

I'll be back to see
you soon, George.

Maybe Mr. Grigg and I
will be back together.

- Bye, Missy.

Trouble, George?

- Maybe so, maybe not.

You got anything for me?

- I play to win.

This is all but over.

- Oh that's great.

I mean, you know, it's too bad.

- That's always understood.
It's an unfortunate thing.

Now, the best way to approach
this is for you get them

to sign this power of attorney.

- What for?

- Once you have
their signatures, you
can sell the house,

you can sell the station.

You can do whatever you like
with whatever they have.

- Whatever I want?

- But you must get them to sign

a legal signature right here.

- Is this the only way?

- [Grigg] It's the
on ly reasonable way.

- I said, is this the only way?

- Calm down, George. No,
it's not the only way.

What we're discussing
here is the county home.

If you have their signatures,
you own all properties.

As they have none, they
go to the poor farm.

- Grigg, you don't
hear very good, do you?

I asked you a simple question,

and you can't give
me a simple answer.

- The answer is, George,
that in order to achieve what

I take to be your goals, this
is the rational thing to do.

- Grigg.

both of them, in
the insane asylum.

- With no signature?

- With no signature.

But, George, the
conditions in that place.

- I don't care about conditions.

- It's a veritable
hell hole, George.

- Whatever is the
matter, Georgie?

Today, you were so cheerful.

Whistling like a
robin redbreast.

Now so glum.

- Paperwork, I just.

All these bills and orders.

- You don't have do
trouble your head

with all that now,
does he, dear?

- No.

- Most of it's done anyway.

I just need to
get your signature

on these checks, and this
tax form, stuff like that.

If I can just get
you to sign these.

(pen scribbling)

And this one.

See, on this line.

- So many.

I don't think I've seen
one like this long form.

- It's a new kinda tax form,
has to do with property.

- More and more.

Ever since they set that
new income tax upon us

just before the war.

Dear, try to wake up.

Georgie has some
papers for you to sign.

(papers rattling)

- [Father] Wait a
minute, what was that?

- Just another one of
those tax forms, dear.

- What was that?

- Freedom, that's
what it is, freedom.

I'm selling the station, I'm
selling the house and I'm free.

- You were born here.

Where would we live?

- The county home.

- Why on earth would
we sell our home

and move to the county?

- Power of attorney.

- Power of attorney!

That's power enough
to take me to New York

or California or France.

- What is it, that
girl, that Missy?

- No, she won't even--

- She won't even know I'm gone
until I'm on the train north.

(crying)

- What are you
trying to do, George?

You think you're gonna become
some kind of a Broadway boy?

- I can be whatever I want.

I can see something
besides gas and grease

and the same dull
faces every day.

- So?

You'd do that, you'd
put me and your mother

out to pasture in
the county home?

You'd do that just to
become some lounge lizard?

- Yes, I'm ready!

I'm ready to sell the
house and sell the stink

of this business and
get two worthless

old leeches off my neck!

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps approaching)

- Who in the world can that be?

Imagine, someone parked an old
wagon in front of my house.

Ah!

(soft mysterious music)

(crickets chirping)

(soft mysterious music)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(crying)

(dramatic music)

No.

No!

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

(people screaming)

- I thought so, Mr. Morgan.
I thought it was your turn.

I'm gonna be going out.

If you're thinking what
I think you're thinking,

it's all counted.

- Mr. Sharpe, you know I'd
never think of such a thing.

- Oh no, no no.

- All right, what is it?

- The raise, Mr. Sharpe.
The raise you promised.

- Have you finished
the Myers account,

and what about the Holden's?

- Mr. Sharpe, if I had
worked on the Holden account,

it would have taken
all day Sunday.

- You know I wanted
those figures,

and what is this about Sunday?

Old women and
children have Sunday.

- But Mr. Sharpe.

thinks of Sunday as
just another day.

Perhaps even a day
of opportunity.

Sunday.

(upbeat jazz music)

- Well now, let's
just see, Mr. Morgan,

what you've planted
for my profit.

(upbeat jazz music)

- Mr. Sharpe.

Might wanna show me
around the farm again.

- I can't say as I
got any extra time.

- Now if you'd just
think about it, Morgan,

that sounds like you're biting
the hand that feeds you.

Now you've taken a good
size nip outta my bank.

- All right, I'll show
you why it's worth it.

See over there, those trees?

I'm ready to take them down,

to sow the full acreage
for the second crop.

- I suppose, when you do that,
you're going to be whining

to me for more credit
for seed and tools.

What I wanna know, Morgan,

is when you're
gonna pay your debt.

- I don't whine, Sharpe,
and I'm an honest man.

Now, we had the blight and
last year the grasshoppers.

It's been lean, Mr. Sharpe.

- If you'd read your papers,
that is assuming you can read,

you'd know the entire
economy's down.

Uh, what is that building
over there, Morgan?

- [Morgan] Ice house.

- You know, if you had any
business sense at all, Morgan,

you'd realize you could
turn a tidy little profit

with this ice house alone.

- I farm, Mr. Sharpe.

And this is for keeping
what comes of my farming.

Now that's what I ask, and
I work full time at it.

And what I'm saying is,
you give me the fruits

of my labor and you needn't
worry about your, your dollars.

- Not worry about dollars.

Back at the bank, I
have ledger books.

On every page, there's a name,

and beside every name
there are figures

and those figures are dollars.

And they are important, Morgan.

- I got hope, and I
got my hands, and I
ain't got much else.

But you know I'll pay.

- No, I'm sorry Morgan. I'm
giving you till noon tomorrow.

I'm calling in your loan.

(soft piano music)

(whistling)

- The man just won't wait, Jess.

- But selling that way,

you know I'm no speculator.

You give me something
I can put my hands on,

and I'll spit cash
like tobacco juice.

Ask me to buy that cloud,

my hands run through
it and I dry up.

- You can put your hands on
my plants and in my soil.

Jess, you know you can't
get a better price.

- Point's well taken.

Jess Hill was never
one to back away

from a neighbor's troubles.

Of course, if we get the rains.

- I'll bring it in, Jess.

I've got to.

- Let's call it done.

Now I don't have that kinda
money around the house,

so we'll have to go to the bank

in the morning and
work out the details.

But it'll be there
for you come noon.

- I'm debted to you, Jess.

- What I'd like is my money.

- Well you do cut it rather
fine, don't you, Mr. Morgan?

- I got your money, Sharpe.

- Well, we see what a
little push can accomplish.

- Let me have the money.

- What money would that be?

- Now Jess Hill left enough
here for me to pay my owings

and to get what's
needed for my planting.

- No no, I'm afraid you're
mistaken about that.

- Look, I know Jess better,
and his word stands hard.

- If you knew the ways
of the world, Mr. Morgan,

you'd know that a man's
word can be bought

just like a coat
or a piece of meat.

- Only the word
of a man like you.

- Now Mr. Hill did come
in, and he did want a loan.

Of course, we had to discuss
his reasons for that loan,

and, well, we decided that
he might be better off

doing without that loan
rather than taking the chance

that the bank might have
to foreclose on his farm.

And Mr. Morgan, your
time has expired.

- You're a thief, Sharpe.

You're a thief! You
can't rob me of my life!

You can't steal my
muscle and my sweat!

- Get your filthy hands off me!

Now get off that farm.

It is over, Morgan.

- You can't tell me it's done.

Not after a lifetime.

- Now get out! Or I'll have
the sheriff put you out!

It's finished, get out!

- You know, Mr. Sharpe,
hard times like this,

it seems like a neighbor
oughta be helping a neighbor.

- In hard times,
Sheriff, a wise man

looks to his own interest.

(soft piano music)

(car door closing)

- Mr. Morgan, this is the law.

Maybe he ain't here.

- Sheriff, if you're
smart, you'll do your job.

You know that light
means he's in there.

- Mr. Morgan?

(glass breaking)

- [Sheriff] Now Mr. Morgan,
I'm sorry, but now,

an eviction is in order.

- What you should be
doing is arresting

that thief that's with you.

- If you'd just listen
to the man, Sheriff,

you'd realize his
mind's been affected.

He assaulted me in my own bank.

- Now, Mr. Morgan, I'm asking
you, come on out and talk.

- With me out, that
thief walks in.

Now I've lived here all my life.

My wife died of the influenza

in this same house.

It's everything I got.

And I ain't about
to walk out of it.

- You had three extensions,
Morgan, and you wouldn't pay.

Now you're gonna have to pay.

It's just a simple matter
of business, Sheriff.

- Maybe not so simple either.

- Look, Sheriff, I took
care of this Morgan.

When he needed a loan,
I saw that he got it.

When he didn't have a buyer
for his crops, I bought.

- I can imagine what
kinda deal you made him.

Now Mr. Morgan, I'm asking
you to put down that shotgun,

come on out and talk.

(gun firing)

That's not it, Morgan.

Now I know you didn't try to
hit us. That's not your way.

Now come on out.

- [Morgan] Whatever
I do, I stay.

- The law's against you.

Now you've lost
your right to stay.

Now I'm gonna go back to
town and get as many men

as I have to to rout
you outta there.

Now you got to come on out.

- I was wrong.

There is one other way.

I'm staying here.

Here with my memories.

(gun firing)

(soft piano music)

- Oh.

Man musta been crazy to
do a thing like that.

Now look, Sheriff,
you gotta understand,

the man had to be crazy
to do a think like that.

- That's enough!

I just wished I had to the power

to give you the
justice you deserve.

(crickets chirping)

- [Missy] I don't know
where he might be.

- Let's look around. He
might have left a note.

Can't tell what
the boy might do.

He was different after the war.

- There's no note here.

- [George] Ugh!

- What's that?

George?

George?

More than one lock
from the feel of it.

- Can you see him?
Is he in there?

- Something's moving.

It, it might be George.

- [Missy] George?

but anything else might
take too much time.

(glass breaking)

(George moaning)

- George?

(George muttering)

There's a light in here.

George.

(George muttering)

- [Grigg] It's
all right, George.

It's Grigg and Missy.

- No.

- It changed.

The shadow.

- George?

- No.

It changed. It
changed, it changed.

I thought it was a person.

- What is it, George?
What did you see?

- It's not a person.

Wings and

shadow.

Shadow.

- What happened to this thing?

- Face.

- We have to get
him out of here.

- But what can we do with him?

I can't even tell if
he sees us or not.

- Right now there's only
one place we can take him.

We can't tell what he might do.

- You can't.

We can't--

(lightning striking)

- Morning, Mr. Kaylor.

- Good morning, Kenneth.

Come back in for a minute.

- I put your mail
on the desk there.

- Oh, I'm not even bothering
with the bills today, Kenneth.

- Oh, is something wrong?

- No, everything's just fine.

I just wanna take
this checkbook with me

to the city for a
little purchase.

- Fabric, gowns, I know we
need some new nightgown stock.

- No, no, I told Ruby, Mrs.
Kaylor, a little white lie.

I told her it was
a business trip.

You know how it is
with the ladies.

Nothing like that,
nothing like that at all.

It's our anniversary coming up.

This town doesn't hold
enough for my girl,

but in the city I can
buy her the biggest,

deepest ruby she
could ever wish for.

- That's real nice,
Mr . Kaylor, real fine.

You had me going
for a minute there.

- You'll find out,
Kenneth, that's not the way

of a good marriage.

Well, you're in charge.

I don't expect to be
back until tomorrow.

- I'll take care of
every little thing.

- I'm never afraid to
leave things in your hands.

Oh, if my wife needs anything.

- I'll take care of everything.

- Okay.

(upbeat jazz music)

(soft jazz music)

- I got something to show you.

- Yeah, I know you do.

- Goose.

I mean, this.

I brought it home in case.

- You can trust your Kenny.

- Can I trust you to make
me a real weak drink?

- You want a drink?

- Uh-huh.

- Well you know what I want.

You can have a drink anytime.

- Not here, silly.

Upstairs.

(crickets chirping)

Playing lord of
the manor, are you?

- When the time comes,
I won't be playing.

- Is this where
you belong, Kenny?

Is this how you see yourself?

- What's the matter with that?

- He earned it, Harvey did.

He built up his
business and his store.

- Did you earn it?
Do you belong here?

- The answer to the first
is yes, I earned it.

To get what I never had
I married an old man

whose skin even smells musty.

(scoffing)

And the answer to the second is,

you wouldn't be here
if I really belonged.

(ice clinking)

- Are you talking about
our running off together?

(laughing)

- I told you, I earned this.

I worked and
schemed to get this.

- Listen, Ruby.

- Oh, Kenny.

Before you go any
further, you just think

about what you'd do with
me or I'd do with you.

Let's have our fun
and not get silly.

(crickets chirping)

Kenny, if you're so set on
making money and living a life

of ease, why don't you go to
the city, where the money is?

- What I want's right here.

- I mean it.

You're young enough
and smart enough,

you could get somewhere.

- I don't see you
boarding any trains.

- Oh, well, I am a big
frog in a small pond.

Well maybe not exactly a frog.

But here I could get what
I want and I've got it.

- I can get everything
I want right here.

- Somebody else has it.

It belongs to somebody else.

- Yes, it does.

He's got money.

He's got respect.

He's got this big house.

- I meant for you
to have it, Ruby.

(dramatic piano music)

I brought you a present, Ruby.

- Mr. Kaylor.

- I'll get to you.

Ruby, you tell me how
you could do this to me.

- Harvey, try to understand.

- You may think I'm
blind and stupid,

but even I can understand.

- Harvey, we didn't mean
for it to happen, but we,

we fell in love, Harvey.

- Stop it, you fouled our
home enough without your lies.

- [Kenny] Mr. Kaylor.

- And you, I was gonna
set you up in the store.

- Mr. Kaylor, it may
have looked like we...

What about the store?

- Nothing!

You get nothing,
and you are nothing.

- Mr. Kaylor, it's
my only chance.

You can't take that
chance away from me.

(Harvey groaning)

- Harvey?

(screaming)

You killed him. You
murdered Harvey.

- Murder? Don't you be
talking to me about murder.

- You murdered Harvey.

- It was an accident.

- I only wanted to

have some fun.

- He was my husband.

And we can make it
look like an accident.

(soft mysterious music)

Ruby, come on and help me.

- I can't. I won't.

- Okay, okay, just stay
here. Somebody may come by.

Clean up the car and
the table in there,

and burn anything you use.

Well come on help me
carry him to the car.

(soft organ music)

(engine puttering)

(soft organ music)

(car crashing and exploding)

(door opening)

- [Kenny] What's
the matter, Ruby?

Why didn't you let me in?

- I can't. I can't do any more.

- You don't have to.

Tomorrow morning, I'll open
the store, just like always.

You'll come in, it'll
be business as usual.

- But Harvey.

- Harvey had an accident.

- But if they find him.

- They will. They'll
fi nd him in a car wreck.

Here's what happened.

He was gonna stay outta town,
and he decided to come back.

He got real tired, fell
asleep at the wheel

and had a car wreck.

- Can I have one of those?

I'm so cold.

- You weren't so
cold a while ago.

- Don't say things
like that, Kenny.

- Here, take this.

Try to get some sleep, and
just remember one thing.

Business as usual.

- Don't go.

I don't wanna be in the
house alone. There's a storm.

- Ruby, stop shivering.

Just think about one thing.

Just think about all
that's coming to us.

(cart passing)

- Horse and wagon.

When will these people learn
that machinery's the answer.

(crickets chirping)

(soft mysterious music)

(crickets chirping)

(brakes squeaking)

Oh yes, just a
small addition here.

The only cold storage
in the county.

(laughs)

- Mr. Sharpe?

- No, no!

(soft mysterious music)

No, no!

No (screams).

(soft mysterious music)

(match striking)

(water dripping)

(soft mysterious music)

(screaming)

(alarm ringing)

(soft mournful music)

- Mr. Big Shot.

Mr. Know It All.

Have a drink, Mr.
High and Mighty.

(paper crumpling)

You think you're going to
get my Grace, Mr. Lover Boy.

Not with that face.

Mr. Sid Martin,

this is Mrs. Charlie Milford.

Not Grace.

Not Grace Black.

But Mrs. Charlie Milford.

Grace, love,

this is Sid Martin,

who used to be
rich and important

and fire people and try to
make love to people's wives.

Bet he looks ugly and stupid
with a hole in his face.

(paper tearing)

(door rattling)

(crickets chirping)

(soft mysterious music)

(carriage turning)

(birds chirping)

- Charlie? Glad to see you.

- Are you, Sid?

You know, I was
thinking last night

about the time we
painted those hogs.

Old Guthrie came after
us with a shotgun.

- And you ran away,

and I got my rear
stung with rock salt.

That's the way it
always was, Sid.

You always had the fun.
I always got stung.

- Charlie, what happens
is not always luck.

Say, you get that
job over in, uh?

- You know I didn't. You fired
me, but that wasn't enough.

You had to spread lies about me,

keep me from working
other places.

- That's not so.

What with your drinking.

You know, when Prohibition
came in, I thought you'd quit.

Legal or illegal, it just
gets worse and worse.

- You're a liar, Sid Martin.

And you'd lie about
Grace too, wouldn't you?

- What are you talking
about, Charlie?

- I'm talking about
wanting to talk to you.

- This hardly seems
like the time.

- Now, Sid.

You owe me. You know you owe me.

- I don't think so, Charlie.

But I guess we should
get this cleared up.

- Get in, Mr. Wife Stealer.

- Now listen.

- If you're not a liar,
let's hear your side of it.

- Charlie, Grace came to me for
one reason, to help you out.

- But you helped her out,
didn't you, my old friend?

- I have told you
again and again.

Wait a minute.

Gelman, I've got an appointment.

- No, Sid.

- You tell Martin he
no longer has a deal.

- [Secretary] I'm sorry
for the delay, Mr. Gelman.

I'm sure Mr. Martin
will be in shortly.

- Little lady, that
makes it unanimous.

You're sorry, I'm sorry,

and Martin's gonna
be very sorry indeed.

- I'll try his home again, sir.

- When you get him,
tell him Stuart Gelman

has a deadline as
well as a price.

- Look, if I miss
that appointment

with Gelman, I'll lose the deal.

Charlie?

Don't worry.

Oh, I remember Gelman.

I used to work
for you, remember?

Before you got to
be Mr. Big Britches.

Now he's not a very patient man.

But we're patient, aren't we?

We'll wait until Gelman and
your big fat deal are gone.

(birds singing)

- Grace.

- [Grace] Hello, Charlie.

- You had to see it was
wrong, what you did.

- I came to get the
pictures, that's all.

- Leaving me like
that, it was wrong.

You can see that.

- Leaving you.

When you, sodden as usual,
punched me through the door

and then locked
the door behind me?

When you, in your stupor,
accused me of being

with your brother, with
Sid Martin, with Carl.

- You had to bring
it up, didn't you?

You had to talk about him.

Well I'm gonna settle his hash.

- Carl?

- Sid Martin!

But I don't need to
look through a whiskey

bottle to see Sid Martin.

- He had to let you go, Charlie.

You couldn't do the work.

- Work?

That's just a part of it, work.

There's you and him, Grace.

And he'll pay for it.

- Charlie, there
is no Sid and me.

He did everything
he could for you.

And so did I.

I'm taking that
train out, Charlie.

I'm taking the pictures,
and I'm leaving.

- I can quit drinking, Grace.

- Perhaps you can.

I hope you will.

But there's something really
vicious, really wrong, in you.

- I love you, Grace.

- Charlie.

No you don't.

That you lost,

the ability to love.

Goodbye, goodbye.

(soft piano music)

- I may not love you,

but I'm not losing you to him.

- Mrs. Allison, Sid.

What note?

I didn't se--

I couldn't possibly
have sent that.

Mrs. Allison.

Why don't you just?

Goodbye to you too.

- I know it's none
of my business.

- You're right, it's
none of your business.

- I'm sorry.

- No, I, I'm sorry.

Letting my nerves betray me.

The fact is that Mrs.
Allison, and I assume

the other members
of the committee,

received hand-delivered
notes on our letterhead.

- I didn't send them.

- I know you didn't.

The notes not only
canceled the meeting,

they also used words
like inept and egomaniacs

to explain why Sid Martin
wanted nothing to do with them.

- Surely no one could
take that seriously.

- On our letterhead
with my signature?

- [Secretary] Who
could have done it?

- I've got an idea Charlie
Milford's behind this.

- [Secretary] Mr. Milford?

- I think he's gone
off the deep end.

(banjo music)

(engine starting)

(upbeat banjo music)

- Little outta your
style, ain't it, Sid?

- Did you see Charlie Milford?

- Well now I couldn't
very well miss him,

but you was the one
doing the speeding.

I'm gonna have to
charge you with this.

- I was trying to catch Charlie.

- Well now, was it
al l that important?

- Sheriff, he is
driving me crazy,

making me miss appointments,
turning people against me.

- Charlie?

Why, I never seen
the day he could

hold the edge to you, Sid.

- It's true.

- You wanna talk to Charlie,
you give him a call.

Don't go chasing around after
him like some Barney Oldfield.

(car approaching)

- I've had enough of this.

What was it all about?

- You mean, what
is it all about?

And you already know.

Wasn't that something, the
sheriff being right there?

- I guess you got a ticket.

- You sent those
letters, didn't you?

The letters to the committee.

- I'm afraid you're
losing your mind,

Mr. Captain of Finances.

- I've had enough of this.

- I swear, Sid, you really
are going off the rails.

- We're gonna get to
the bottom of this

if it takes all day.

- And have you miss
another appointment?

You're late already.

- Late? What appointment.

- See what I mean? You
ca n't even focus anymore.

- [Sid] Am I too late?

- Mr. Martin?

- What appointment did I have?

- Why none, Mr. Martin.

You have the business
manager of Consolidated,

well, in an hour.

Mr. Martin?

- Whitewash?

- 30 barrels.

- What do I want with
30 barrels of whitewash?

- Well I'm sure I
don't know, Mr. Martin.

He showed me the order
with your signature,

so I assumed it was personal
and I signed for it.

- I didn't order any whitewash.

Milford.

Charlie Milford.

- Sir?

(door closing)

(birds chirping)

(knocking on door)

- Charlie Milford!
Open the door, Charlie!

I know you're in there, Charlie!

I wanna talk to you!

(birds chirping)

I'll kick it in!

Open the door, Charlie!

- Ring the sheriff for me.

- I'm warning you. If I have
to, I'll kick it in, Charlie!

(kicking door)

We're going to settle this.

- Don't give up.
You're doing just fine.

(birds chirping)

- [Sid] I'm coming in, Charlie!

- [Sheriff] Now hold it, Sid.

- He is going to
answer some questions.

I didn't tell you
be fore, he's got a gun.

- A gun?

- He held it on me.

- Well now, where's he at?

- I know he's in there.

- Now, Sid, come on now,

you didn't really see
no gun, now, did you?

- Of course I saw it.

- Now just calm down.

Take it easy. We'll get
to the bottom of this.

Charlie, this is the sheriff.

(birds chirping)

- Sheriff, is he?

- Don't worry about him.
Just get on out here.

Now Charlie, I wanna hear
your side of this thing.

- I'll tell you, Sheriff,
this is one-sided.

I saw Sid today, first
time since I resigned

from the company.

- Resigned? I fired you.

- Now, Sid, what about this gun?

- Gun, what gun?

I tell you, Sid jumped in
his car, lit out after me,

came to my house, banging
on my door, threatening me.

- Liar, I did everything
possible to help you.

All you've done is tell lies.

- Now, Sid, I'm gonna ask
you to wait in the car.

Well go on.

(birds chirping)

Now, Charlie, we've
always had a difference,

ever since, well, before
your wife moved out.

And we've always had
a difference or two

about your drinking, but
this is way outta scale.

- Sid and I, we've been friends

ever since we grew up together.

I'd just like to do what I can.

- Now I'm not ruling you out.

Now how about letting me
use your telephone a minute?

- Fine.

- I sure did.

(birds chirping)

- Now, Mr. Martin, you say
that you fired Charlie?

- That's right.

We carried him as
long as we could.

I fired him in October.

- Now, Mr. Martin, you
didn't fire him at all.

I just called your
office and had your

secretary check the files.

She read me his letter of
resignation and yours accepting.

Now it appears that you
wanted him to stay on.

- That's not so.

He's been in the files.

- Now I don't pretend
to have this straight,

and apparently,
yo u don't either.

Now I'm not gonna
arrest you for this.

But now, just don't come back.

And, Sid, do me a favor.

Try to get a hold of
yourself, will you?

- You.

The way you showed
up this morning?

You're in this with him.

(birds chirping)

(crickets chirping)

- Hello, Sid.

- What are you doing, Charlie?

Charlie, nobody's
really been hurt.

We can iron this out.

- Get in. You drive.

(crickets chirping)

- Now, Charlie, if
something happens to me,

there's the sheriff,
and Grace, Grace could--

- Don't talk to me about Grace.

That's taken care of.

Drive to the depot,
Mr. Used to Be.

(engine starting)

Now remember when you wanted
Grace but she chose me?

You hated me for
that, didn't you?

But then you got her back.

- I swear by everything holy,

absolutely nothing has
happened between us.

- Your job now is to
bring her back to Charlie.

She'll be there. Her
train hasn't run yet.

And you bring her
back to the car.

And I'm gonna watch
you, Sid Martin.

And you better show
no signs to anyone

that everything's not fine.

- Suppose she won't come?

- With you?

- Sid?

- Grace, it's, uh.

It's Charlie. You better come.

Just leave that.

(train chugging and whistling)

(soft dramatic music)

- Charlie, I tell you
that you have no cause.

- It's not too late, Charlie.

You can have your old job back.

And if you honestly feel
that I've wronged you,

well, maybe I can
understand that.

But Grace has never.

So you're just going
off somewhere, Sid.

Grace, she took the train, but
no one knows where Sid went.

(gun firing)

- Charlie.

If you're gonna kill me,
give me time to pray.

- You've wasted enough time on
that stuff in your lifetime.

(gun firing)

That's all I ever wanted.

Justice.

(lightning striking)

(Ruby screaming)

- Kenny!

- Ruby, Ruby, what is it?

- At the window, a figure.

I don't know what it was.

- [Kenny] It was my
shadow or something.

- No, look.

Help me, Kenny!

- I'm getting outta here.

- No, you can't. It's out there.

- Come on, we'll go upstairs.

There's a lock on the
bedroom door, come on.

(soft dramatic music)

(lightning striking)

(screaming)

(soft suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

(blade striking)

(soft suspenseful music)

(dream-like music)

(people screaming)

(dramatic music)

(people screaming)

(screaming continues)

(screaming)

- No!

- Ah!

(upbeat piano music)

(bell tolling)

(bell tolling)

(bell tolling)

(congregation singing)

- I am your new pastor.

I feel as though I know
many of you already.

Welcome, to the
House of the Lord.

Our sermon is, as ye
sow, so shall ye reap.

♪ Once to every man and nation ♪

♪ Comes the moment to decide ♪

♪ In the strife of
truth and falsehood ♪

♪ For the good or evil side ♪

(upbeat dramatic music)