Wildflower

Giddyup, girl.

Whoo!

Whoa.

What's this?

Get that devil outta you, or I will!

Hush up, or I'll beat it outta ya! No!

There! You won't walk for a week!

Hey!

Is anybody there?

Whoa, Poke. Whoa, girl.

Night, mama.

Hey, daddy. Where you been, Ellie?

I stopped to pick a Rose for mama, and Poke done run off.

He almost beat me home. I'm sorry, daddy.

Where's your brother?

Now, both you knowed Bessie was fixin' supper tonight.

I been waitin' and waitin'.

Get me a piece of pie.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Granny.

Don't you "Hey, Granny" me. It's about time you got home.

Ooh, and just look at you! What?

Now, Granny wants to see you in a dress at the box lunch social this year, Ellie.

Don't you think that your mama's golden locket would look pretty on a dress?

I really don't want no dress, and I don't want no locket neither.

I'm not gonna make no lunch to have some boy wanna eat it with me.

I'm fine as I am. Nobody's fine as they am.

This pie looks mighty good, daddy.

Why don't you come in there and join me and Granny?

Go on and eat your dinner before you start in on any of that pie.

And now, for the national news.

Today in Washington, D.C.,

President Roosevelt has signed the fair labor standards act,

which establishes a minimum wage of 40 cents an hour--

Well, there he is. Hey, hi.

Hey, Sammy. Lisa Mae said Calvin Martin was out there opossum huntin' last night...

And heard those hants up there at the Guthries'.

He said Mr. Guthrie hangs dead birds up by the neck till they drop.

Then he eats them raw like savages.

Don't even gut them or nothin'. And they got a monster locked in the shed too,

and they feed him little children for breakfast.

Uh-huh. I bet old man Guthrie's got the skins of two dead men hangin' in his barn.

You stay away from them Guthries. He'd just as soon shoot ya as look at ya.

Don't you even think about trespassin' over there. You hear me, girl?

Yes, sir.

You got some explainin' to do, boy.

Bessie didn't come all the way out here just so you can stroll in here any time you wanna.

I'm sorry. I been to the post office, daddy.

Oh, Sammy, did they come? Yes, they did.

Let me see. What's that?

Ellie, read it to me.

Want me to read all of it?

If I could read, I'd read it myself. Just read it to me.

Jack, there's no need for all this. The boy just wants to get an education.

Read it!

Ellie, don't.

These here papers come from Hershel Hawkins College, daddy.

It's a good school, and I wanna go there.

How many times have I got to tell ya those colleges charges to go there?

They got what they call scholarships, daddy, which means you get to go for free.

No boy of mine is takin' a handout.

What'd I say? What, you don't like to work for a livin'?

Where are you goin'? Don't you walk away from me!

I want to educate myself, daddy. I want to be something in this world!

I ain't lookin' forward to that mill, gettin' laid off every time somebody sneezes!

I don't want to live like that.

You think you so high and mighty 'cause you can read and write, boy?

Better men than you have walked this mountain without a head full of book learnin'...

to mess 'em up!

I'm just glad your mama ain't here to see you carryin' on like that.

I'm just glad mama ain't here to see you foolin' with that radio and drinkin'.

What did you say? You just quit on life, daddy.

I'm telling you I wanna go to college.

No!

I like your bike, Marty.

I like your dress, Bertha. Sure is pretty.

Oh, thank you, Cletus. Thank you.

Hey, Bertha! Wait up!

Sammy? Yeah.

Slow up. I gotta ask you something.

Do you believe in ghosts and monsters in real life like Lisa Mae was sayin'

they got up at the Guthries'?

We could go up and see for sure.

And get swallowed up by them savages? No, thank you.

Hey, Sammy. How come you like that Bertha anyhow?

Lisa Mae says she got a bale of cotton wadded up in her chest.

I like her 'cause she's pretty and funny.

For your information, I know they aren't cotton.

Sammy Perkins! You did not touch Bertha's bosoms!

It's time you asked granny about the birds and bees, miss flat chest.

Please! I got more important things to do.

Hey. Is anybody there?

Hey?

Hey.

Hey! I'm your neighbor, Ellie Perkins.

I'm Ellie. Look, I won't hurt ya.

- No, don't be scared. I'm not gonna hurt ya.

See, I brung candy.

What you doin' here in this shed?

I mean, do you live here? Ain't you never lived in a house?

Can you hear me? Maybe you can't even hear me.

Can you hear me? 'Cause--

here. Here. I'll show ya. I'll show ya.

No, it's okay.

See now?

It's good, ain't it?

Shut the hell up in there!

Shh. Be quiet.

Shut up, or I'll shut you up!

Dad gum it!

Look, I'm Ellie Perkins. Who are you?

I-- I--

I Alice.

Alice Guthrie?

Alice-- Lalo.

Lalo. Lalo, lalo.

I gotta run, okay? No, thanks.

I'll see ya later, okay? Bye.

Lalo.

Lalo.

Forever and forever, amen.

Just like Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden,

we have been blessed with the beauty of god's creation.

There's no harm in coming together once a year...

To celebrate the glory of springtime.

To reach out to your brothers and sisters with love and goodwill.

I just hate Bertha.

She knows I'm claiming David,

but she just bats them eyes at everything in pants.

I know. What's a boy good for?

Anyhow, that Bertha sure seems to know.

Yeah, she knows more than she should. Who cares?

If ya ask me, a boy ain't good for nothin' but totin' out the garbage.

In this life, we must find our comfort and strength in God,

the Lord our Father. Amen.

You should've heard that old ghost carryin' on last night at Guthries'.

I heard it all the way from my house. When I went out, there it was,

hoverin' up in the sky over echoing heights like to scare me to a horrifyin' death.

You better watch out, Lisa Mae. That ghost is gonna come down there...

And snatch the life right outta you!

Are all you young folks... just kidding.

Ready for the box lunch bidding-- boys?

All right.

All the pretty young gals of our congregation have made up box lunches...

That they'll share with the highest bidder.

The proceeds will, of course, go to charity.

First up we have the very lovely miss Bertha Langford.

What a lovely creation that is.

Who would like to start the bidding?

Ooh! Don't be shy.

I bid five cents. Thank you very much. Six!

- There's another bid. - Seven cents.

- Eight cents. - Eight cents!

- Ten cent. - A whole dime for that critter face?

Ten and a penny.

There's Ike thowing a penny in there.

Twelve. I am gonna die.

- Twenty cents. - Twenty cents!

Bertha's got Sammy and David biddin' on her! What's gonna happen to me?

Twenty-five cents and a penny. Twenty-seven.

Twenty-seven cents. Very nice bid. Twenty-seven cents.

- Well-- - Twenty-seven cents. Going once.

Going twice. Thirty cents.

Thirty cents! A very generous bid by Mr. Sammy Perkins.

Fifty cents.

Fifty cents! I believe that's a church record.

Uh, Sammy, can you top that?

Fifty cents, going once, going twice,

sold for 50 cents!

Mr. David Butler, you have a box lunch from miss Bertha Langford.

Fifty cents.

Very nice. And don't they make a lovely couple.

You reckon that David knows she ain't stuffed with cotton neither?

Lalo?

Lalo.

Food. Food.

Sammy. Yeah?

I gotta tell you something.

Don't get mad, okay? All right.

But I went to see what they got locked in that shed.

What! What'd you do that for?

Well, I had to find out, didn't I? Yeah, I suppose you did.

Listen, Sammy. It wasn't a monster at all, you know, like people been sayin'.

It's not my concern if some people can't tell the difference

between a monster and a cow.

Shut up, Sammy. It was a girl.

Uh-huh. She was real ragged and dirty,

but it was a girl.

You shouldn't poke around in other people's affairs.

Daddy told you to keep outta there. Now I ought to tell him--

Sammy, you can't tell.

I ought to tell him. Please. She was so pitiful.

Something awful's wrong, and we're gonna do something.

We are, are we? Now, there's nothin' we can do.

Now, that man is dangerous. You heard daddy.

All right? Yeah, I heard daddy.

Hey.

Ada! Ada!

If you don't get out here, we're gonna miss the first fight.