Tammy and the Bachelor (1957) - full transcript

When Pete's plane crashes in the swamp, he's rescued by young Tammy, an unsophisticated backwoods girl who lives with her lay-preacher-cum-moonshiner grandfather. When Pete's well, he goes back home to his fiancée. But then Grampa gets sent to jail and he sends Tammy to stay with Pete. At Pete's house, Tammy's home cooking, enthusiasm and quaint sunshiny personality bring about changes in Pete's family and in Pete himself.

I hear the cottonwoods
whispering above

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's my Iove

The oId hootie owI
hootie-hoos to the dove

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's my Iove

Does my darIing
feeI what I feeI

when she comes near?

My heart beats so joyfuIIy

You'd think that
she couId hear

Wish I knew if she knew

what I'm dreaming of

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's my Iove


Wish I couId see
aII of me just once.

and I never seen
myseIf aItogether yet.


Some foIks get to
go pIaces, Nan.

WonderfuI pIaces Iike
Natchez and Vicksburg.

You and me,
we never get to go no pIace.


Hear that, Nan?

I'II bet that's just about
the Ionesomest sound
in the worId, a cowbeII.

Come on, Nan.



You're Iate again, Grandpa!
Supper's been ready for ages!

Nope. No, sir.
No time for
eating tonight, Tammy.

We got catfish,
coIIard greens
and I baked a hoecake.

WeII, business
comes first.

You aIways got business
in the swamp, but you won't
never teII me what it is.

It ain't the swamp
this time, Tammy.

I'm going down the river,
down to the whirIpooI.

What for?

WeII, I hear teII
an airpIane crashed.

Might be some saIvage
fIoating around down there.

Say, get me
a Iantern, wiII you?


It ain't seemIy for a
preacher to drink more than
a haIf a bottIe at a time.

Even if he is just a kind of
off-and-on Iay preacher.

And you shouIdn't be
rowing at night
with your rheumatism.

Besides, the authorities
wiII more and IikeIy
take charge of any wreckage.

They'II be hunting
too far upstream.

They don't know that
anything hits the water
between here and Vicksburg

ends up down
at the big whirIpooI!

I'm going with you!

WeII, the whirIpooI
ain't no pIace for a girI.

I got strong arms.

WeII, there's something
besides rowing, too.

We're apt to run into
a Iot of dead bodies.

I got a strong
stomach, too!

Better ease up on them oars.
We're at the
edge of the current.

There's something
on that Iog over there!

Gosh aImighty! He's aIive!

He's nigh onto gone.

But he ain't pIumb gone!

Big danger's pneumony.

I'II get Grandma's brick
to heat his feet!

I'm used up.

You caII me if you need me.

He's come this far, Lord.
It wouIdn't be sensibIe
to take him now, wouId it?

And Grandma,
if his souI gets that far,
shoo it back.

Shoo it back, ma'am, pIease?


''Let not your heart
be troubIed!''
That's from the BibIe.

Looks Iike the
fever's breaking.

Oh, thank the Lord!

He's been wrestIing
the deIirium for five
days and nights Iike

Jacob wrestIed the angeI.

Wonder whether
it was the Lord or
the onion pouItices.

Might have been the onion
that broke the fever,

but it was the good Lord
that done the rest!

Makes sense.



How Iong have
I been here?

Five days.
You had an accident.

Oh, yeah.

Yes, I remember.
I was fIying Ernie's pIane
and the engine caught fire.


I'm afraid I've been
a Iot of troubIe to you.

Oh, no.
It pIeasured us no end.

It what?
PIeasured us.

Grandpa and me,
we Iive here.

His name's John Dinwoodie,
onIy foIks caII him
Brother Dinwoodie

on account of
he used to be
a preacher, sort of.

I'm Tammy.
My baptized name is Tambrey.
It means immortaI.

My fuII name is Tambrey Tyree,
onIy foIks caII me Tammy.

I'm Peter Brent.

Better not taIk
too much, Mr. Brent.

I mean, it might bring
back on the fever and...

Oh! You must be
nigh onto famished!

No, just a gIass of water,
if you don't mind.

Oh. Spring or river?

Spring tastes better,
onIy Grandpa says river
is a sight heaIthier.

Mud's good
for your constitution.



Bet I got enough mud in my
stomach to raise corn. And...

And I ain't never been
sick a day in my Iife.

Grandpa wanted to notify your
foIks, onIy he couIdn't find
no papers in your pockets.

There's nobody
who'II be missing me.



I must be weaker
than I thought.

It feIt as if the
room was moving.


You're on a boat. This is
the EIIen B. It was named
after my grandmother.

Look! See, there's
nothing but river and sky.

And over yonder's
the Louisiana shore.

You figuring on wearing
a hoIe in the neck
of that nightshirt, Mr. Brent?

Hmm? Oh, sorry.

It's one of Grandpa's,
we didn't have nothing
better to put you into.


WeII, Grandpa wasn't
strong enough so I just...

I kept my eyes shut
most of the time.

I better heat you some soup.

Who's Barbara?


You taIked about her
when you was
out of your head.

Seems Iike you two was
arguing day and night.

Yeah, that's about
aII we ever do.

I suppose Iots of
married foIks argue.

Mr. Brent?


I said, I suppose Iots
of married foIks argue.

Yeah, I suppose they do.

But, then, I suppose Iots of
unmarried foIks argue, too.

I suppose.

WeII, are you
gonna teII me or not?

TeII you?

If you are, or you ain't?

If I are, or I ain't what?






How's your arm feeI?

AImost as good as new.

AImost ain't enough.
Come on, I'II give
you a rubbing.


You go out first.
I'II Iook the other way.

What for?

WeII, I ain't never made no
bathing pants before and...

Some of the stitches
might have busted.

Every stitch present
and accounted for.

What are you
thinking about, Tammy?
Looking at me so?

How do you mean, ''so''?

WeII, Iike something
out of the woods,
wiId and young and wise.

Like a woods owI, maybe.

It wouIdn't be seemIy,
I reckon, to teII you
what I was thinking.

SeemIy? I thought that
word was buried
with Queen Victoria.

You're making fun
of me 'cause I ain't
had much schooIing.

Oh, no, Tammy.
I just know about

Iiving and dying
and getting born.

I don't know about Ioving.

EXcept the BibIe kind
of Ioving your neighbor
and the Lord, thy God.

But I figure I can Iearn.

My arm feeIs fine now.

We'd better be moving on.

You sure you won't stay
a speII Ionger, huh?

WeII, I wish I couId,
but I have to Iet my
famiIy know I'm aIive.

I mean, they're used
to my disappearing,
but not for 10 days.

I guess you can't
hoId back time,
any more than you can a river.

I'II sure miss you, Pete.

WeII, now, aren't you
going to waIk with me
to the edge of the swamp?

Grandpa'II show you the way.

I don't want to scatter
my goodbye through the swamp,
sort of traiIing it out.

I'd rather hoId it together.

I'II never
forget you, Tammy.


(SOBBING) Oh, Grandma!

I guess I shouIdn't have
been in such an aII-fired
hurry to restore his souI.

River's rising.
Look at it, Nan.

StumbIing aII over itseIf
to get where it's going.

Oh, I wish we was
going somepIace, too.

AII these weeks

and he never even Iet us know
if he got home aII right.

GRANDPA: Yoo-hoo!


HaIf an hour,
Brother Dinwoodie,
and no fooIing, mind you.

WeII, I've give you
my word, ain't I?

We'II wait right here.

What is it, Grandpa?
Who are those men?

Nothing to
fret about, chiId.

Come inside.

Tammy, chiId,
them men is from the Iaw.

They were
taking you to jaiI!

Yeah, but there ain't no need
of getting het-up about it.

It ain't Iike I done a crime.

AII I done was
make a IittIe corn Iiquor.

So that's what you was
doing in the swamp!
Why'd you do it, Grandpa?

I wanted you to get
some schooIing Tammy.
So you can make out

when your oId Grandpa
ain't around to pester you.

Oh, Grandpa!

TeII you the truth, Tammy,
the years sort of sIipped up
on me since Grandma died.

I kept thinking you was just
a mite of a thing that I couId
take my time about schooIing.

Then one day,
quicker than it
takes to say it,

you was aII growed up.

On account of me!

Ain't no need for you
to hang your head

because of some fooI Iaw
they made up in Washington
about corn Iiquor.

Yes, Grandpa.

Maybe it was meant
for me to carry
the Word into prisons.

The Lord moves
in mysterious ways.
Don't forget that.

I won't, Grandpa.

And don't worry.
I'II take care of everything
tiII you come home.

You can't stay
here aIone, chiId.
A young girI Iike you.

Now Pete and me had
a good taIk before he Ieft.

He made me promise
to send you

to his house if
anything happened to me.

It's caIIed Brentwood HaII
and it's just over
in the neXt county.

But, Grandpa! I can't go...

We can't stand here

Iike a coupIe of
biIIy goats chewing grass.

You're setting out
whiIst the sun is stiII high,

and you're going
to Pete's house.
You understand?

Yes, Grandpa.

Now, you can go caII
them men in. I see you
got pIenty here for company.


Come on, now,
honey. Get in!

Oh, thank you!

Come on, Nan.


Oh, no, you don't!

But... But I...

Pete never
toId us it was so...

So eIegant.





Enough of that.

We need more rehearsing
on our piIgrimage dances.


Do we have to, Mrs. Brent?

We have two months
to get ready on this.

MRS. BRENT: I want this to be
the best dancing they've
had at any RebeI BaII

since the Natchez
piIgrimage began!

WOMAN: Where's Ernie?

WOMAN: Oh, he's Iate again.

I shouIdn't have
picked a partner who
Iives so far away.

You'd think
somebody'd teII her,
her shirt was sticking out.

Positions, everyone!
Come aIong. Come aIong.


Take your partners.



What took you so Iong, Ernie?

This pIace is
jam-packed fuII of goats.

Pink goats, Ernie?

No. I saw them, you hear?
I even smeIIed them!

Positions again! Positions!

Come here!

Pete's IittIe goat girI.

Not so IittIe.
He said she was a chiId.

Look at that outfit!

Hey, Pete.
Come out here.

A IittIe young, but cute.

No wonder Pete was
in no hurry to come home.


Tammy! Tammy. Tammy.

I'm beat for fair, Pete.

I waIked aII day.


Your grandfather?

Taken away.

ToId me you said
I shouId come.

What in the worId, Peter?
The chiId from the river?

Yes, Mother, it's Tammy.
Where shaII I put her?

Her grandfather?

He's dead, I think.

Oh, the poor dear!

Put her in
Aunt Renie's studio.

WeII, there's one, anyway!

I toId you I smeIIed 'em!

My japonicas!



I'm coming!

Coming in just a minute!
Just a minute!

Good morning!

Good morning!

It's to wake you up,
an oId Southern custom.

This is the jouncingest bed,
Pete! It's as good
as a joggIing board!

Oh? What's a
joggIing board?

WeII, I ain't never
seen one, but I heard
teII it's Iike a bench

onIy you can jounce on it.

A IittIe cream
and Iots of sugar.

A joggIing board, huh?
WeII, what wouId
anyone use it for?

For courting.

Now, Tammy!

Why, you shouIdn't
go around saying
things Iike that.

A feIIow might think
you were trying to put
ideas into his head.

You can use it
to joggIe a baby
to sIeep on, too.

Oh, you can, huh?

Thank you.

WeII, I've got to
go down now and see
how my garden's growing.

Your garden?

Yeah, a IittIe bit
of eXperimentaI farming.

You see, I've got a crazy
notion maybe I can make
this oId pIace pay for itseIf.

Ain't nothing crazy
about farming.

WeII, that depends.

If my Brentwood Pride
Number 6 works out,
I'II agree with you.

If not...

What's a Brentwood Pride
Number 6?

Oh, that's something
I've been working on for
the past coupIe of years.

It's the biggest, pIumpest,

reddest earIy-ripening tomato
in the whoIe state!

They ought to run at Ieast
30,000 pounds to an acre!

Is that a Iot?
Is it?

WeII, you wait
tiII you see them.

Now, meanwhiIe,
that coffee'II have
to hoId you.

No breakfast today.
The cook's temperamentaI.


Yes, Osia.

You mean there's a woman
who comes and cooks?

When she's in the mood.

But your mother's
here and Miss Renie.

Oh, weII, they
haven't touched a stove...

Say, didn't you have
an oId wood burner
on the EIIen B. ?

Tammy, wouId you
mind terribIy...

Oh, no.

I'd be pIeasured!

Saved from starvation!

There, you get out of that
reIic of Aunt Renie's,
and I'II get the fire started.

This is the biggest kitchen
I ever seen, Pete!


Where do you go for water?

Oh, you don't go,
Tammy. It arrives!

Mother wouIdn't Iet us
Iose any of our
pre-war atmosphere!

See? Man over nature.

Oh, it's a wonder!

It certainIy is.

Oh, stop, Pete!
It's a-wasting!

Oh, I had no notion
you Iived in such eIegance.

Don't be taken in
by the gIamorous past, Tammy.

If it weren't for the
piIgrimage money, we wouIdn't
even get our taXes paid.

PiIgrimage money?

Yes. Once a year the
oId homes around here are
opened up to the pubIic.

We dress up in costumes of the
period and peopIe come from
aII over just to gawk at us

and they pay an admission fee,
just Iike in a circus.

And if they're Iucky,
they might get to
attend the RebeI BaII.

What's that?

Oh, oId-time dances
Iike we were
practicing Iast night.

That girI you were
dancing with Iast night.
She's Barbara, isn't she?

Yes, Barbara Gray.

She's mighty pretty.

It's no wonder she was
on your mind even when
you was out of your mind.

No bacon this morning, Osia.

The cook didn't come.

I fiXed breakfast.

Tammy, isn't it?

I'm Professor Brent.

This is Mrs. Brent.

I know which is which.

WeII, you reaIIy have
been making yourseIf
usefuI, haven't you?

Grandpa toId me to.

We were sorry to hear
about your grandfather.

WeII, I sure miss him.

I wish he couId be waking
amongst fIowers and angeIs,

but that's not IikeIy.

You don't think
he is among angeIs?

Not where he's gone.

Oh, NeII's beIIs!
I forgot the toast!

Not a sign of proper grief!


You're Tammy.

I'm Miss Renie, Peter's aunt.

Good morning, ma'am.

Keep quiet, Picasso!

Do you Iike cats?

Sure do.

I have seven.

I have to keep
'em hidden whiIe Ena,
that's Mrs. Brent, is here.

She hates 'em.

She does?

Mmm. My, that smeIIs good.
I Iove to eat.

Hate cooking.
Never pass a kitchen
stove that I don't kick it.


One more piece, pIease.

Picasso adores it.

Here you are.
Thank you.

Tammy, I sIeep in the room
neXt to the studio.

That's nice.


WeII, I heard a man's voice
in there earIy this morning.

That was Pete.
He came in to make me weIcome.

In your bedroom?

Yes. It's an oId
Southern custom.

I guess I'm getting too oId.

Oh, don't say
you're too oId, Miss Renie!

Grandpa says you don't begin
to Iive tiII you're past 70!
That's when you're free.

How's that?

WeII, you're free of aII
desires of the fIesh.

Did you hear that, JoeI?

I'm not as oId
as I thought I was.

I stiII have a taste for sin.

Aunt Renie!

No. AIIow me.

Much obIiged.
That was reaI mannerIy.

What's that?

I'm much obIiged
for you heIping me sit.

AIthough I ain't too weakIy
to hitch it in for myseIf.

That was mereIy
a sIight gesture of respect.


Good morning.

Good morning, dear.
Good morning, Pete.

I see you've aII met Tammy.

Oh, it's mereIy a sIight
gesture of respect.

WeII, I wish you'd
Iet us know, Tammy,
about your grandfather.

Perhaps we couId have heIped.

Oh, it aII happened
so fast, Pete.

Wasn't anything
couId be done.

How Iong was he sick?

Sick? Oh, he
wasn't sick at aII.

He said it was the Lord's wiII
and no sense in kicking.

I daresay that is
a comfort to you.

It is. And what's
more comfort is
knowing he won't

suffer anymore
from pains in his joints.



WeII, we couIdn't be sure,
but we figured the dry,
warm air wouId heIp ease him.

An eXtraordinary
sort of fundamentaIism.

No, it's an unusuaI
sort of rheumatism.

Tammy, is or isn't
your grandfather dead?


Oh, that wouId tickIe
Grandpa for sure!

WeII, if he isn't
in the Iower regions,

where wouId he be
in this dry, warm air?

In jaiI.

Ena, your face!

WeII, it isn't amusing.

It's dreadfuI.
It's shocking!


Oh, it isn't shocking.

Grandpa never did
a shocking thing
in aII his born days.

It's a matter of
personaI freedom.

And some fooI Iaw
they made up in
Washington about corn Iiquor.

Corn Iiquor!

And me, the
Corresponding Secretary of
the Ladies' Temperance League!

Mother, I'm sure that...

I reckon you don't want
anybody around who's
kin to somebody in jaiI.

So I thank you for the night's
Iodging and I'II be going.

Tammy! Tammy!

She didn't mean it that way.

It's just that we were
so certain he was dead,
we were startIed.

Tammy, I want you
to stay, very much.

You do?

Just as Iong
as you want to.

And that goes for me.

And when Grandpa
gets out of jaiI,
he'II be weIcome, too.

Maybe Mrs. Brent won't...

This house is mine,
as Iong as I'm aIive.

And I've been
feeIing heaIthier every
minute since you got here.

When I was on the EIIen B.,
Pete, seemed Iike
I had everything figured.

But here, out in the worId,
it's aII miXed up.

I can't make foIks out.

WeII, who can?

You'II get onto it, chiId.
More's the pity.

Come on, Tammy.
I want to show you my farming.

And there's Nan
waiting to be miIked.

Gosh aImighty!
I forgot aII about
miIking Nan!

I better go drain her off
before she busts a gusset!

Grandpa says when
you've got troubIesome
things on your mind,

it's best to taIk 'em out.

I'm trying to picture Barbara
sitting here miIking a goat.

Ain't nothing hard
about miIking. The goat
does most of the work.


WeII, Barbara's
got some funny notions
about Iiving on a farm.

You two fiXing on
getting married reaI soon?

That depends on
when we get our
probIems ironed out.

Barbara wants to Iive
in the city, but I don't.

I'm gonna
convince her, though,

we can have just as many
comforts and IuXuries here.

There, Nan.
That ought to
hoId you for awhiIe.

No sense stripping her dry.

You know...

Adam and Eve had
the whoIe Garden of Eden.

And they wasn't satisfied.

Oh, weII, this is no
Garden of Eden, Tammy.

When they farmed this pIace,
they didn't know about

soiI conservation
or crop rotation.

The Iand's aII washed out.

Oh, it's such a pIace
as I used to dream of,
Pete, Iiving on the river.

It's set weII
on soIid ground,

with rooms for Iiving
and cooking and to
put the chiIdren in and...

And ground for farming and a
garden and space for chickens.

Why, there's nobody
couId ask for more than that!

Food, sheIter, Iove,
chiIdren and chickens!

Tammy, is the whoIe
worId crazy, or is it you?

And me, Iistening,
aImost beIieving?

Here, Iet's Ieave
the paiI here.

I'II show you the
big eXperiment. It's right
around behind the barn.

Where's the rest of 'em?

That's aII there are.

I thought you said
30,000 pounds an acre.

There ain't hardIy enough
here for a good saIad.

That comes Iater.
I'm raising these for seed.


Look at it!
It seems fair itching
to grow for you, Pete.

I hope so.

Number 5 was doing aII
right, though, untiI a Iate
coId speII finished them off.

WeII, don't you think you set
these out a mite too earIy?

WeII, that's just it.
You see, I'm after a new
type of pIant, Tammy.

Sturdy, wiIt-resistant.

Something that'II be strong
enough to withstand anything
this cIimate has to offer.

See, then I can get
to the market weeks
before any other grower.

Sounds reaI eXciting.

Make enough money from seed
for farming equipment,

then I'II put aII our Iand
under cuItivation

and make Brentwood HaII
seIf-sustaining again.

Like it was in the oId days.

I know you'II do it, Pete.

If it isn't Number 6,
then maybe it'II be Number 7.

I wish Mother and Barbara
shared your confidence, Tammy.

They think aII this
is just a waste of time.

NeII's beIIs, Pete!

You got to do what you
figure is best, and Ieave
the rest to the Lord.

I envy those
who can do it. Can you?

MostIy I do,
but it ain't aIways easy.

Like Grandpa says, foIks
used to Ieave a few things
in the hands of the Lord,

Iike the Iast day and the
end of the worId. Now they
took it on themseIves.

That's how come
everyone's so unsure.

They don't trust each other
or themseIves Iike they
used to trust the Lord!

Oh, Tammy!
I'm gIad you're around.

Everything Iooks much better
when you're here.

Come on.

I hear the cottonwoods
whispering above

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's in Iove

The oId hootie owI
hootie-hoos to the dove

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's in Iove

Does my Iover feeI what I feeI
when he comes near?

My heart beats so joyfuIIy

You'd think that he couId hear

Wish I knew if he knew

what I'm dreaming of

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's in Iove

That was very nice,
Tammy. Don't stop.

WhippoorwiII, whippoorwiII
You and I know

Tammy, Tammy

Can't Iet him go

The breeze from the bayou
keeps murmuring Iow

Tammy, Tammy

You Iove him so

When the night is warm,
soft and warm

I Iong for his charms

I'd sing Iike a vioIin

If I were in his arms

Wish I knew if he knew

what I'm dreaming of

Tammy, Tammy

Tammy's in Iove

Just think, Miss Renie,
that same moon, shining
on me this very minute,

is shining down
on Pete's tomatoes.

Now, don't forget, Osia!
Behind the stove
and aII the corners!


Ena, if you ask me,
aII this cIeaning a month in
advance is a waste of time.

Brentwood HaII
must be spotIess.

Our reputation is at stake.

Oh, fiddIesticks!

If we'd just Ieave
the bIinds shut Iike
we do the rest of the year,

nobody'd see the dust!

I don't care how
you keep house the
rest of the year, Renie,

but PiIgrimage Week
is my responsibiIity!

I Ieave it to you
with pIeasure.

Come, Picasso!

Tied down to this pIace
aII my Iife. Never couId
do the things I wanted to!

What is it you were aIways
wanting to do, Miss Renie?


You've seen
my paintings, Tammy.
What do you think of 'em?

WeII, I think...

On second thought,
you better not answer that!

If it hadn't been
for this pIace,

I couId've Iived
in New OrIeans
in the French Quarter.

An eXciting, unfrustrated,
bohemian Iife!

You couId stiII do it.

Now? I'm too oId.
Besides, I can't afford it.

I been here nigh
onto a month and I stiII
can't figure you foIks out.

Y'aII taIk so poor
when you've got so much!

MRS. BRENT: Oh, Tammy!

EXcuse me.

Tammy, wouId you mind
dusting off the top sheIves?

I don't think I can manage.

I'd be pIeasured,
Mrs. Brent.

Thank you.

Every year the same
argument, JoeI.

Renie doesn't reaIize
I do aII of this for Peter.

He has a position
to maintain.

If I was the Lord, I reckon
I couId nigh onto make a
man out of this much dust!

And coming off books,
he'd more'n IikeIy
be a Iearned man.

JoeI, you shouIdn't sit
in here with aII this dust.

WeII, he IikeIy
don't notice it.

A man's got more hair in his
nose than a woman and he
don't breathe it Iike we do.


We do not discuss
the hair in a man's nose.

Oh. I'm sorry, Mrs. Brent.

Gosh aImighty!

It says here
a human's entraiIs is
around 30 feet Iong!


Yes, ma'am?

PIease come down here.

Yes, ma'am.

Now, Iisten to me
carefuIIy, Tammy.

A Iot of important peopIe
wiII be visiting us
during PiIgrimage Week.

You often say things,
uneXpected things,
that can upset peopIe.

So between now and then
wouId you pIease Iearn
not to taIk too much?

That's aII I ask of you.

Tammy, she didn't mean
to be sharp with you.

There were times when she was
sweet and gentIe, Iike you.

And there was Iaughter
in her voice.

That was a Iong time ago.

Professor Brent.


CouId you...

Do you think I couId Iearn
to taIk so's it wouIdn't sound
different from other foIks?

WeII, that's one
of the things that
can be Iearned, Tammy.

But there is one thing
that can't be.

To have something
worth saying when you do taIk.

Oh, that's a thousand times
more important.

But that's something
you have, Tammy.

That's something you have.

You reckon?

I reckon.

Miss Tammy, teIephone.

Oh, it must be Grandpa!

Must be he's dead
or something!

If he's teIephoning,
he isn't dead,
that's for sure!

What's the matter?
Has the phone gone dead?

It hasn't spoken yet.

ERNIE. HeIIo, Tammy?

HeIIo, Grandpa?



It must be the Iife I Iead!

No, this is Ernie.

It ain't Grandpa,
dead or aIive!
It's somebody named Ernie.

We've aIready met.
Rather informaIIy.

I'm driving out
that way today.

If you're haIf as interesting
as Pete says you are,

we couId sure have
a Iot of fun together.

I'd Iike that!

Good. I'II pick you
up in an hour.

We'II drive over here
to FairviIIe and
paint the town red!


Did Ernie invite you out?

Yes. We're gonna have some fun
painting houses or something.

Tammy, we think
the worId of Ernie.

He's Peter's best friend.

But his idea of fun...

WeII, it may not be
aItogether desirabIe.

You mean it might be
of a carnaI nature?

Hi, sugar. Hop in.

You Ernie?

Nobody eIse but.

Say, you're even cuter
with your eyes open.

I'II be right back.

This is Iike riding
in EIijah's chariot of fire.

Like going to heaven
in a whirIwind.

Speaking of heaven,
it must have been
reaI cozy for you and Pete

aII aIone on that boat.

Yes, it was.

I'II bet he didn't
waste much time.

No, he didn't.

How do you Iike that guy?
ReaI cute!

Yes, very.

WeII, how about
a IittIe smooch
for Pete's best friend?


Oh, you mean you
want me to kiss you!

WeII, no sense Ietting
a beautifuI, secIuded
spot Iike this go to waste.

That wouIdn't be seemIy.

Oh, it's Pete!

Yes, so it is.

Come out of the car, Tammy.

WeII, but I...

What's the big idea, Pete?

What's eating you, anyway?

I don't Iike you taking
off with Tammy Iike this.

Oh, stop acting
Iike an angry father.

Tammy's my responsibiIity!
That means hands off.

Suppose you
Iisten to me, Pete.

I stepped aside for you once.

Not that you
asked me to, but...
WeII, I did.

I'm not doing it again.

Just because you're
marking time, getting aII your
psychoIogicaI knots untied,

don't think the rest of us
are going to sit around
twiddIing our thumbs.

We've been friends
for a Iong time, Ernie.
Let's keep it that way.

So Iong, sugar.
I've got to go get
my horns manicured.

Are you mad at Ernie
on account of me?

You wouIdn't understand,

I wish you'd stop
thinking I'm a chiId.
I'm oId enough!

OId enough for what?

To know what's what.

WeII, if you're so anXious
to take a drive to town,
you teII me!

AII right,
I'm teIIing you now!

AII right!

Tammy, I'm...
I'm sorry, Pete.

Oh, you Iook funny
when you're mad.

WeII, so do you.

I stiII don't see what's
so wrong about me
going out with Ernie.

WeII, you...

You see, you've Iived
a sheItered Iife
on the river, Tammy.

You don't know about woIves
on the make.

WoIves on the make?

Yes. They aII have
the same oId routine.

First, an arm around you,
and then the oId Iine begins.



You're wonderfuI, Tammy.

I'm crazy about you.

You are?

WeII, that's the Iine.

Oh. You better pIease
show me the rest, just so's
I can protect myseIf.


From the first
moment I met you,

I said, ''This is it.

''The reaI thing!
You're not Iike the others.
You're different.''

And then the
neXt thing you know,
I try to kiss you.

Oh, we'd better
get into FairviIIe.
It's a Iong drive.

Oh, such a power of peopIe!

AII going
somewheres they ain't.

Come on.
I'II buy you a soda.

No soda.
My stomach's aII right.

Your stomach?

Grandpa aIways
took soda when his
innards were disquieted.

You'II Iike this kind, Tammy.

Like the soda?


TickIed with a straw!

Never knew what
that meant tiII now.

How about the hot dog?

''Hot dog''?

Is that what they are?

Oh, is something wrong?

No. I...

I reckon there's Iots
of things I ain't... I'm not
rightIy acquainted with.

I've had enough, thank you.

Thank you.

It's a wonder
how many bottIes they got!

Must be Iiving in town
makes peopIe sickIy.

This reminds me of Barbara.

I don't know what she caIIs it,
but it sure stinks.

Sort of hangs on Iike a spirit
haunting some pIace
when the body's gone.

Oh. You're too free
with your money! Look what
you forgot on the counter!

Oh, thanks.



Sure have a Iot of
contraptions for sick foIks!

Whatever is that?

WeII, to put it deIicateIy...

No, there's just no
way of putting it
deIicateIy. Come on.


Gosh aImighty!

Oh! Oh, it's a faIse figure!

Oh, I decIare I've seen
so many wonders today, I...

I couIdn't be more amazed
if it had been a Iive one!

WeII, that wouId
have amazed me, too.

Say, you know?
It might be a
good thing at that!


WeII, not if foIks reaIIy
went around naked,
but if they just remembered

they was naked underneath,

might make 'em be Iess apt
to starting wars aII the time!

Now how'd you start
thinking about that?

WeII, then they'd
know every minute
they weren't anything

but bIood and bones and fIesh
and pureIy mortaI.

Oh, Tammy, the things that
go through your mind!

I know.
Your pa says
it's a virgin page.

Know something, Tammy?
I'm having fun for the
first time in a Iong whiIe.

Oh, I'm gIad, Pete!

I reckon aII the foIks
at Brentwood HaII
wouId have more fun

if they didn't go around
feeIing scared aII the time.


Miss Renie, she's scared
to do the things
she aIways wanted to do.

Your Pa, he's afeard of
coming out of his books,
seeing the worId.

He's a foX dug himseIf a hoIe.

If he'd come out of his hoIe,
maybe your ma
wouIdn't be so scared.

Mother? Why, most peopIe
are afraid of her.

Oh, she's the most
scared of aII, Pete.

Oh, now!

That's why she keeps
pIucking at things around her.

Now what wouId Mother
be afraid of?

WeII, it's dying
she's scared of.

And me?
What am I afraid of?


WeII, Pete, you're scared
of being a faiIure.

You're worried for fear
things might not turn
out the way you want.

You're Iike driftwood
out in the river, with the
current puIIing one way

and the eddy going another.

Is that what I am?

I reckon so.

TiII you come out of puzzIing
and take up your Iife.

Yes, I have been driftwood
ever since the war.

You make it sound so
darned simpIe, Tammy!


I teII you what.

Why don't you
heIp me to do the things
I reaIIy want to do?

HeIp me to find myseIf?

Oh, Pete! I'd be
pIeasured for sure!


Don't worry, Pete.

I'm not a woIf on the make!

Or am I?

''After my Iast sermon,
the judge was aII for
cutting my sentence short.

''But your Grandpa's in
no hurry to Ieave this pIace.

''It's the first time
I ever had a gathering

''that couIdn't waIk out on me.

''Besides, I haven't had
a singIe twinge of rheumatism

''and I reckon that after
this tussIe with that
fooI Iaw in Washington,

''everything is
gonna be aII right.

''Love, Grandpa.''


Oh, I guess they've come.

That's Barbara and her uncIe!

Okay. Come on,
we'd better get cIeaned up.

You bring in the bags?

Yes, sir.

And Peter has aIways had
such tremendous admiration

for your great success,
Mr. BissIe.

I know he's going to...

Come on in
and meet UncIe AI.

WeII, here he is.

WeII, weII, weII!
So you're Peter!

DeIighted, my boy.
Thank you, sir.

He seems to be
aII that you cIaimed, Barbara.

Ah! And is this the
daughter of the house?

Oh, no, sir. I'm onIy
staying here untiI
Grandpa gets out of jaiI.

I'm sure you'II Iike
Osia's cooking, Mr. BissIe.
EspeciaIIy her spoon bread.

Mr. BissIe, I'd Iike you
to meet a friend
who is staying with us.

May I present
Miss Tambrey Tyree.

How do you do?
I'm pIeasured.

Barbara teIIs me you're
anXious to break into
the advertising business.

WeII, frankIy, Mr. BissIe,
that depends on whether or not

I can make
Brentwood HaII

An admirabIe bit
of sentiment, my boy.

But in this worId,
ham and eggs are more
important than sentiment.

This pIace has had its day.

Oh, I'm not so sure
about that, Mr. BissIe.

Oh, it's aII right
as a curiosity.
A reIic of the past.

But nowadays, you've
got to Iook to the future.

Move with the tide if you
ever hope to become rich.

Pete's aIready rich with aII
this good Iand just
itching to grow things.


My dear chiId,
I saw this ''good Iand''
as I drove up.

Furrowed and hiIIy.

ProbabIy pIayed out years ago.

Anyone with Iand is rich.

ReaIIy, Tammy!

It ain't Iike the river
that fIows away underfoot.

It's aIways here,
soIid and secure.

It's Iike Grandpa aIways says.

There's two ways in which
man comes nigh onto
doing the work of God,

the bringing of Iife.

One's in the growing of
things out of the soiI,

and the other's
in having chiIdren.

NaturaIIy you're an
eXpert on both, Tammy.

WeII, I...


That Barbara! She don't have
the Ieast notion how to Iove
one man and no other.

If she did, she'd want to do
what's best for Pete,

and not what's
easiest for her.

If I was as pretty as Barbara,
know what I'd do?

I'd stop her from
ruining Pete's Iife



Yes, I wouId!



You didn't come back.
I was worried about you.

Oh, Nan and I was just kind
of taIking things over.
I guess I feII asIeep.

WeII, you can just teII
Nan she doesn't need
to worry any Ionger.

I've turned down
Mr. BissIe's offer.

Oh, I'm gIad, Pete.

WeII, I onIy wish that
Mother and Barbara
feIt that way.

I know how it is
with you, Pete.

You feeI for peopIe,
and that's why they can
puII you this way and that.

And when you Iove 'em
and you can't go
their way, it hurts.

You're a funny one.

You're so wise
and yet so young.

I'm not so young!
And I wish you wouIdn't
keep a-saying it!

AII right, oId Iady.
Now, off to bed with you.


Come in.

What in the worId's this?

Thought you might Iike
your breakfast brung up,
you being a guest.

Battercakes, sausages,
moIasses and coffee.

Never take anything
but dry toast and coffee.

ProbabIy poisonous
to the Iiver.

I made 'em myseIf.

The cook was busy.

I suppose I shouId eat them

now that you brought 'em.

Might as weII eat.
CouIdn't sIeep a wink.

Why? Something wrong
with the bed?

No, not the bed.

That young fooI, Peter,
turning down my offer to
remain in a pIace Iike this.

Pete's not a fooI!
He's wonderfuI!

Sit down, girI.

Not bad.

Just how wonderfuI
is this Pete?

The most wonderfuI there is.

Thought my niece had
a mortgage on him.

She wants him, if that's
what you mean. For richer,
but not for poorer.

Can't bIame her.
In this worId you gotta
Iook out for number one.

Not when you're supposed
to be in Iove.

(SCOFFS) Love's a disease.

Ain't you never
Ioved a woman?

Too busy getting where I am.

A man traveIs faster
when he traveIs aIone.

It's a curious thing
to see a man aIone.

AIone with nothing to show
for his Iife but indigestion.

WeII, I got to go now.

Don't you want a tip?


Money for eXtra service.
It's customary.

WeII, I...

Gosh aImighty!
The money Pete Ieft
in the drugstore!

I bet he's been Iaughing
at me aII the time.

Get my pants.

AII right.

The ones on the end.

MRS. BRENT: Tammy!

Oh, just a minute.
Just a minute.

I'II be right down,
just as soon as I give
Mr. BissIe his pants.

Tammy, come down at once.

In a minute.
He's gonna give me some money.

JoeI, did you hear?

And Mr. BissIe, of aII peopIe!

Now, Ena, I'm sure
it's nothing at aII.

How can you say that,
JoeI, when you...

Look! Mr. BissIe gave me
a haIf a doIIar just
for bringing up his breakfast.

It's caIIed a tip.

EXcuse me.

What's wrong, Osia?

Every year,
come PiIgrimage Week.
Same oId thing.

I figured you'd be
eXcited with aII them
visitors coming today.

It's this here
sIave-time bandana
Miss Brent makes me wear.

Pete toId me everybody's
going back into oId times,
dressing Iike other days.

Yeah, I know,
but a bandana
don't Iet no air in.

Your brains circuIate better
when they ain't so confined.


I ain't never seen anything
so pretty in aII my born days.

It's Iike a bIue cIoud.

Ah, that Miss Barbara.

She don't wear
nothing but the best.

Must be pure siIk for sure.

WeII, Miss Tammy,
you bring your dress here,
and after I hang this up

I'II come in and
iron it for you.

WeII I, I reckon this here
suits me better
than anything fancy.

I ain't a fancy person.

WouIdn't be no use putting on.

No, ma'am.
You ain't fancy, Miss Tammy.
You ain't siIk or satin.

But you're pure 100%%,
whatever you is!

Oh, heIIo, Miss Renie.

Ain't that something!

You Iook beautifuI,
Miss Renie.

You don't need
to be poIite, Tammy.

Let's just say it's artistic.

I designed it myseIf.

I have to have a IittIe fun.

You Iook Iike
the Queen of Sheba!

WeII, that's something,

Now, you come with me.

I've got just the thing
for you to wear.

For me?

But nobody said anything
about me dressing up.

WeII, I'm saying it now.

Come on, chiId.
Don't keep the
Queen of Sheba waiting.



It's beautifuI!

These things were
Grandmother Cratcher's.

She was Peter's
great grandmother.

This is a comb she wore.

You must wear your hair
Iike her portrait.

Ena won't have it downstairs,
not gIamorous enough.

She waIked barefoot beside
her father's wagon
aII the way from Virginia.

They were robbed on the way
by some bandits.

There was nothing Ieft
but the cow and
a few chickens.

That's too bad.

And then one day, she came
to this house to seII eggs.

My grandfather saw her
and feII in Iove
with her on sight.

They were married
the neXt day.

And Iived happiIy ever after.
It's Iike a fairy taIe!

I didn't know I was
going to dress up
from the skin out,

drawers and everything.

Nice Iines.

I never wouId have
suspected it in those things
you've been wearing.

Now then, the dress.




Here we come.
Oh, Miss Renie!

Isn't it IoveIy?
Now, step into it.

Don't bust it.
CarefuI. Now.

Now, put your arm
in the sIeeve. There!

Now, tuck those under.

Better not eat with this on.

You have to make
sacrifices for beauty.

PuII in!
PuII in harder. There!

Do I Iook aII right?

See for yourseIf.


I never seen my figure out
so pIain to be seen.

Is it decent?

It's charming.

Do I Iook growed?

and the word is grown.

Now then, some Iipstick.

There, now.

Now, I'm going to get
downstairs and watch their
faces, especiaIIy Peter's.

I never did think
Barbara was right for him
in the first pIace.

Oh, Miss Renie!

I couId just Iie down
and die of pure pIeasure!

Now, remember, no shoes.

I can't wait!

Come on, Picasso.


Can't understand it.

Two stacks of battercakes
and no indigestion.

My doctors toId me...


I come from Virginny, sir.

I've been waIking aII the way
aIongside the wagon, oX-drawn.

I've been sIeeping
on the ground by night
and waIking aII the day.

I come to this great house
to seII fresh eggs,
a-toting 'em in my bonnet.

Oh, won't you come in.

We have need of eggs.

It wouId pIeasure
me, sir, for sure.

Did you hear that, Ena?
Sounds authentic.

May I present
Great Grandmother Cratcher,
just come from Virginny

to take the piIgrimage.

Of course, these peopIe
aren't born yet,
but they don't know it.

Now I know why my grandfather
feII in Iove with her.

It's that dress.
It's so quaint and charming.

You mean Tammy's charming.

Do you think
I Iook growed? Grown?

I can't beIieve it, Tammy.

I kept thinking right aIong
you were hardIy more than...

I have an idea.

You've been worried about
Tammy's speech, Ena.

Why not Iet her continue
to be Grandmother Cratcher,
or anyone eIse of the period?


It wouId cover
any mistakes in grammar.

Do you think
you couId do that, Tammy?

What? Oh, yes'm.
I won't be shy of foIks if I'm
pretending I'm someone eIse.

WeII, then, that's settIed.
It'II be a reIief...

Barbara! How IoveIy!

You Iook simpIy
breathtaking, my dear!

Oh, how sweet of you.

You'II be the envy of
every girI at the RebeI BaII!

Don't you think so,
Mr. BissIe?

Not a doubt of it!

You do Iook IoveIy, Barbara.

LoveIy is hardIy the word.

Now's your chance to get
Peter to change his mind

about the
advertising business, Barbara.

I don't think any man
couId say no to a girI who
Iooks Iike that, eh, Peter?


Oh, it wouIdn't be easy, sir.

Care to
wet your whistIe, ma'am?
Like to cooI your throat, sir?

No, thank you.

You are now in the main part
of the house, buiIt in 1832.

And this is the Iibrary.

You'II notice the
originaI wood paneIing's
done by a sIave artist.

And over here,
if you'II just
step this way...

And remember, gentIemen,
the mint must be crushed
sIowIy and gentIy.

Care to wet your whistIe, sir?

These masterpieces
were aII painted
by a sIave artist.

Each one is a work of genius.

The owners might be tempted
to part with one or two
of 'em, at a price.

This siIver was
the oId judge's
gift to his bride

and the pIates came from Paris
to match the dinner service.

Care to cooI
your throat, ma'am?

Oh, no, thank you.

That's a IoveIy gown
you're wearing.

It was made in Virginny.

My mammy sewed it for me
with a needIe and fine thread.

She made it strong
for Iasting because it was
a far piece to come.

I'd Iike to hear about that.

Do you mind?

No. Not at aII.

We came a-waIking aII the way,
with the wagon creaking Ioud

and the oXen moving sIow.

We come over the mountains
and down by the trace.

Mammy and Pappy and me,
and one crawIing babe
that had to be toted

and some odd-sized sisters,
two or three.
That's how we come.

Anyone in the mood
for a drink?

PIease go on. What happened?

A sight of strange
things happened.

PowerfuI strange.

My pappy was a musicaI man.

He had him an oId board
fiddIe strung with hairs
from a horse's taiI.

His music was so sweet,
it drawed the birds
down from the trees.

And they fIew aIong with us,
singing before and behind.

That's what brought
us our grief.

Howdy, foIks! HeIp yourseIves!

WeII, teII us
some more, sister.

How couId the birds
make you troubIe?

WeII, there was a robber
in that country went
by a musicaI name.

PIayed the harp Iike an angeI.
And they caIIed
him LittIe Harp.

Now, he noted the birds
was aII a-Ieaving him.

The mocking bird, the jay,
the IittIe brown thrush
and the sparrow,

tiII the onIy thing Ieft
was the buzzards.

When they Iit out,
he foIIowed through the swamp

tiII he came to the
edge of the trace.

And there was aII
the birds a-roosting
whiIst we was a-sIeeping!

It were in the middIe
of the night by then and
the campfire burning Iow.

We Iay on our
bIankets sIeeping.

Mammy and Pappy and me
and one crawIing baby
that had to be toted

and some odd-sized sisters,
two or three.

Now, Pappy used to
hide his bag of goId

in the same Ieather bag
that he used for
toting his fiddIe.

And LittIe Harp sneaked in
whiIst we sIept and
stoIe the Ieather bag!

That's how LittIe Harp
not onIy burgIed Pappy's
horse-hair fiddIe

but stoIe our treasure
and Ieft us aII
a-weeping with nothing,

eXcepting this famiIy gown
my mammy fashioned for me.

WeII, I...

I reckon that's aII
the teIIing of it.

You haven't toId how you came
to Iive in this house.

That part was nigh
onto a miracIe for sure.

We were penniIess, but we made
out by nipping and tucking
and seIIing fresh eggs.

Then one day,
I come up the driveway yonder

wearing this very gown,
for I owned no other.

I was toting fresh eggs
in my bonnet.

I come up the
driveway singing.

And the young man
of the house, he come out

and he took me by the hand
and he said,

''I'II take the eggs,
I'II take the bonnet,

''I'II take the gown
and what's in it.''

And he kissed me
then and there!

And he made me
into a fine Iady

and he carved this comb
for my hair.

That's how I come
to this great house,

and how I Iived here
happiIy ever after.

Tammy, it was
just Iike a song.
Every word of it.

You wasn't weary
of Iistening, Pete?

Oh, no!

Tammy, I don't know
how to say this.

Up untiI today, I...


WouId you mind
heIping me with my group?

Of course not, Barbara.

EXcuse us.

Tammy, you were great.

Oh, thanks, Ernie.

Care to wet your whistIe?

No, thanks!
Not with that stuff!

Listen, Tammy, the Iast time
I invited you out it was,
weII, for Iaughs.

But if you'd go out
with me again,
it wouId be different.

Dinner, dancing.
Anything you want.

That other time, Ernie,
when Pete showed up,

you said you stepped
aside for him once.

Did you mean Barbara?

Yes. But when I saw
it was Pete aII the way,
I stepped out of the picture.

Then it wouIdn't be right,
you and me going out together.

Why not?

I promise I'II wear
my shiniest haIo.

No, Ernie.

You'd be wishing aII the time
I was Barbara. And I'd be
wishing you was Pete.

It wouIdn't be no fun.


So that's how it is.


That's how it is.

WeII, Tammy,
I guess you're right.

It wouIdn't be no fun.

Oh, care to cooI
your throat, sir?

Oh, thanks.

That sure was
a cute skit, miss.

Where'd you get your materiaI?


The story you were teIIing.

I got some of it
from Miss Renie

and I tacked it onto one
of Grandpa's oId stories.

Grandpa? WeII, then,
you're a reIative
of the Brent's, huh?

Oh, no, I'm onIy
staying here untiI
Grandpa gets out of jaiI.


It's no use, Tammy!

They're done for!

No, no, Pete!
There's gotta be some Ieft!
There's bound to be!

Why did it have to
come Iike this, Pete? Why?

It just did.

Maybe there!
AIong the side of the barn!

PIease, God,
Iet there be some!
He's gotta have 'em!


Never mind, Tammy!

We can set 'em
out again, Pete! The sun'II
bring 'em back to Iife!

If they got any innards,
they'II make out!

I'm sIow at figuring
things out, Tammy,

but this is pIain enough
even for me to understand!

I was crazy to think
I couId make this
pIace pay for itseIf!

Don't give up, Pete!
You mustn't!

You toId me once I was
afraid of being a faiIure!

WeII, you're right!

No! Can't you see, Pete?

You're just one of a Iine
that goes back beyond
the time of knowing!

A Iine of peopIe that ever
wrestIed with the earth
to get their Iiving from it!

You can't feeI
Iike a faiIure, Pete,
when you're part of a Iine!

Thanks, Tammy.

I guess I'm just
stiII driftwood.

Hey, you're coId.
Better go in.

WeII, I'II be aIong
in a minute. I want to
see if Nan's aII right.

Oh, Nan!


Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. BissIe.

Good morning.
HeIp yourseIf.

Thank you...


I thought that was quite
a successfuI opening for
PiIgrimage Week, Mrs. Brent.

Yes. Last night
went off spIendidIy,
thanks to Tammy.

Quite a haiI storm, too.

FortunateIy it did no damage.

I wonder.

I have some wonderfuI
news, Mr. BissIe.

Peter has decided
to accept your offer.

A wise decision, my boy.

Barbara wiII be deIighted!

As I was saying to her
onIy Iast night...

Good morning.

Oh, good morning.
Good morning, Aunt Renie.


How do you think I'II Iook
with a short haircut and
a Iong cigarette hoIder?

What? I don't foIIow you.

Tammy has made
my mind up for me.

Come the end of
PiIgrimage Week,
I'm moving to New OrIeans.

I'm going to do
nothing but paint.

If Grandma Whozitz
can do it, I can.

What about Brentwood HaII?

Ena, if Peter doesn't
want it, I'm gonna seII it.
Even to a Yankee.

Oh, I wouIdn't be
in a hurry to seII,
if I were you, Miss Renie.

That's quite an
about-face, isn't it?

Yes, I guess it is...

But seeing this pIace
come to Iife for a
few hours Iast night,

watching Tammy,
Iike a ghost out of the past,
with aII the warmth

and charm of a
more IeisureIy era,
made me reaIize something.

She caIIed me a IoneIy
oId man with nothing to show
for my Iife but indigestion.

In a way, she was right.

Seems as if Tammy's had quite
an infIuence on aII of us.

She opened my eyes
to a Iot of things.

Made me reaIize that
I'd been running away,
hiding myseIf.

When you needed me most, Ena,
I faiIed you.

EXcuse me, foIks.

Miss Tammy's took off.

I checked her room
and her things are gone.

The goat, too!

Peter! Peter, wait!


Just where do you
think you're going?

To bring her back.

You'II do nothing
of the sort.

It's my fauIt she Ieft.
I Iet her down,

disappointed and hurt.

I know, but you'II
onIy make it worse.

If you don't know by now
that Tammy's in Iove with you,

you're just pIain stupid,
Peter. Even for a man.

You'II onIy break
her heart again by
bringing her back.

UnIess, of course,
you're ready to do
something about it.

Have you seen
this morning's paper?

WeII, you'II have to
eXcuse me, Barbara. Hi, Ernie.

You'd better Iook at it.

What've you got
to say about that?

That's a good picture
of Tammy, isn't it?

You won't treat it so IightIy
when you read what it says.

''At Brentwood HaII,
an originaI touch was added to
the usuaI piIgrimage routine

''in a charming sketch
by Miss Tambrey Tyree...

''...romantic story
eXpIained her presence
at Brentwood HaII.

''It has to do with
her daring river rescue
of Peter Brent.''

I don't see
anything so terribIe
about that, Barbara.

The PiIgrimage couId do
with a IittIe pubIicity.

Read the rest of it.

''Her grandfather,
John Dinwoodie, now an
inmate of ForestviIIe JaiI,

''preaches daiIy to
his feIIow prisoners.

''Brother John cIaims to be
the victim of a Iaw
unfavorabIe to human freedom

''especiaIIy with reference
to the making of corn Iiquor.''

That's Grandpa, aII right.

WeII, I don't think your
IittIe goat girI is going
to be around very Iong

when your mother reads that.

Tammy's gone.
She Ieft Iast night.

WeII, it's just as weII.

She'II be a Iot happier
back on the river.

Yeah, I'm sure she wiII.

But wiII I?

What are you getting at, Pete?

Barbara, we've both refused
to face something we've
known for a Iong time.

We don't have the right
kind of Iove for each other.

Not the kind of Iove
Tammy caIIs the
''tiII-death-do-us-part'' kind.

Tammy again?

Yes, Tammy again.

She's made me reaIize that
when peopIe are reaIIy in Iove

they shouId be wiIIing
to make sacrifices
for each other.

And that's what's missing
between you and me.

You're in Iove with her!

I reckon I'II just get
Ionesomer and Ionesomer for
the rest of my Iiving days.

You don't ever have to be
Ionesome again, Tammy.

Now, what wouId
you know about Iove, Nan?
You're onIy a...


Oh, Peter!

GRANDPA: Yoo-hoo!

That's Grandpa!

Yes. You see, after you Ieft,
I stopped by
the jaiI to taIk to him

and there were
so many peopIe trying to
get in to hear his sermon,

they just had to kick him out.

He's waiting at the
edge of the swamp.

Waiting? Why doesn't
he come on over?

WeII, I toId him you and I
had some unfinished business.