Wild in the Country

# A rose grows wild in the country #

# A tree grows tall as the sky #

# as the sky #

# The wind blows wild in the country #

# and part of the wild, wild country #

# am I #

# Wild, wild like the deer and the dove #

# wild and free #

# is this land that I love #

# A dream grows wild in the country #

# a love grows tall as the sky #

# as the sky #

# A heart beats wild in the country #

# and here with a dream in my heart #

# part of the wild, wild country #

# am I #

# part of the wild, wild country #

# am I #

Come on, Glenn. it don't hurt, does it, huh?

Come on, get up, fight back!

Get up, Glenn. Come on, boy.

Come on, get up, Glenn! Get up.

Most fortunate the brother was not killed. Fortunate, most fortunate.

But, of course, there was intention on the prisoner's part.

Deliberate and malicious intention.

What happened, Tyler, oversleep?

Well, I weren't sure today was the day, judge.

I weren't sure.

The Parole Board's on the verge of coming to some decision about this boy of yours.

Your wife's cousin, Braxton here,

says he'll take him in, give him a job and try to set him straight.

You got any opinion about that?

It won't help none.

I seen a might of trouble with this boy. He's as mean-tempered as they come.

He'll drink, fish and read books. Comics?

- Beg pardon? - Does he read comic books?

Um, books, ma'am.

But there never was a hoe or plow made that would fit his hand.

You're a damn liar, pa.

I suggest you don't say too much, boy.

Your record's not good enough for you to make these rambunctious remarks.

Stole a car once, didn't you?

Got picked up twice on a drunk charge. I don't care, he's still lying.

I know why him and Hank raise that corn.

Both of 'em drank my ma into an early grave with that corn.

Glenn, how old were you when your mother died?

Ma'am? She asked how old you were when your ma died.

Almost nine.

Let's get on with this. What's your recommendation, Phil?

I'd give him another chance, Tom. So would I, judge.

On parole, of course. Have him report once a week.

And I'd see to it he stayed decently at work with a living wage and board.

I owe it to his mom, my own cousin, that much.

He'll never do it, Rolfe. What he needs is correction.

Mr. Tyler, what do you think needs improving in your son?

Well, begging your pardon, what do you think don't?

Your picture's a mighty black one, Sam.

There was nothing wrong with this boy back a way.

There was never a week come snow or rain...

this boy and his mother didn't attend my church.

Glenn, turn around, tell Judge Parker and the Parole Board...

what was the master's cry from the cross?

"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"

And where in scripture is that noted?

In Matthew 27:46,

and sort of turned around in Mark 15:34.

And what does, "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani" mean?

It means, "My god, my god, why hast thou forsaken me?"

Good luck, Glenn. Thank you, sir.

Hello, Rosie.

I'm glad the boy was paroled in his uncle's custody.

That way, he'll have a chance.

Tell me, was your sympathy for him real?

You're the expert. you tell me.

I know you both share the same kind of background.

I identified with him. isn't that the word?

You're not in a hurry, I'll buy you a drink.

Or better still, make you one. Not today, Phil.

Irene, is it really never?

Never again? We both agreed to that.

No, you agreed. I merely went along unwillingly. I'm sorry now I did.

There aren't many times when a man's life is given real distinction.

Back to your law office, Mr. Macy. All right, Mrs. Speery.

Well, here we are.

It don't look like much, but we serve a community need.

Here's your new home, boy.

These bottles are all ready for labelin'.

Here's one that's a little short.

Watch this, boy.

Mmmm, good stuff.

You gotta give 'em all a square measure.

There. Now. All set to go.

Suppose it's Johnson and Terry.

They'll order under their own label. That's shenandoah elixir.

That's this one right here.

Mine's old seminole tonic. Sold in every state in Dixie.

Salem drugs, they'll order under their own label too. That's on the end.

It's all the same stuff? Yeah, all the same, 'cept for the labels and color.

Eighty-seven percent aqua pure, thirteen percent grain alcohol.

Some folks won't want a label at all. Just walk in off the street, buy a few at a time.

Well, that's it, boy.

Are these the ones to be shipped? Yep, first thing tomorrow.

Here's the keys to the pickup truck.

You'll be comfortable in here, Glenn. had it fixed up special.

Clean, dry, healthy.

You even got your own private entrance.

Better than I ever had when I was a boy your age.

I plan to put you in a shower right over yonder.

I do love the smell of this place.

Dry cardboard, alcohol, herbs.

Also money. It just rolls in.

That's a good smell too. About my pay, uncle Rolfe.

Okay to ask? Pa, supper's ready.

Fine, Norrie. Hope you made plenty.

Got a good young appetite in the house now.

Come and get it, Glenn, before she throws it out.

Excuse me.

Mighty nice chandelier. Set me back a pretty penny too.

But cheap at the price. Sit down, Glenn. All right.

Yeah, mighty nice chandelier. Bought it off the old Johnson place.

Renaissance style, they call it. Yes, mighty nice.

Always spend your money with a purpose, boy.

You'll usually find my advice is worth the heedin'.

You got good Braxton blood in ya.

I aim to see you get ahead.

About my pay, uncle Rolfe.

For what we are about to receive,

May the Lord make us truly grateful.

Uh... My pay?

Pay? Ten a week and keeps.

Did I say ten? Well, 12.50's more like it.

I want you happy, boy.

We got a right pleasant little family here, and I want to keep it that way.

Yeah.

Glenn?

Glenn?

Betty Lee. Hello.

Didn't expect to see you around.

I drove in with ma for the hospital fund meeting.

We'd hoped you'd be out for supper. Nah, your kin don't like me.

That's not true. my ma thinks-- Yeah, your ma! It's your pa.

Is that Norrie's baby? Well, it ain't a cat.

Did you see him, Glenn? What's he like? What's a baby like?

Don't be mean. What do you wanna ask so many questions for?

They been at me all week with questions and more questions.

I'm sorry. I hadn't thought.

They got me on parole. I gotta go up and see this parole officer once a week.

Then I gotta get examined by this Miss Speery--

case worker, psychiatry, whatever she is.

She thinks she's got a lunatic on her hands.

Irene Speery? She spoke at school about her work down at the state prison?

That's the one. Her mother left her that big house.

She thinks I'm lame in the head. You know what I think about her?

She looks like the other side of a walnut, and if she don't watch out, she'll get cracked.

My mother knows her slightly, and she thinks she's very nice.

Dig that. Your mother thinks she's nice. Yes!

Glenn, don't look for trouble. and by the way, my ma thinks you're nice too.

You didn't show her my letters, did you? No.

What about the other stuff I wrote? I want all that junk back, maybe burn it.

Glenn, sometimes I think you're touched myself. don't you trust anybody?

She's pretty.

Pretty and sad.

When's her husband coming back?

They don't know. He's in government work overseas. so uncle Rolfe says.

When and where did she marry him? No one in town seems to know.

They don't say, I don't ask. Yes, but--

Don't worry your heart.

Just let it be.

Don't worry, she won't bite.

She's the only one in town that won't.

Rosabelle, come on.

Where would you want me, ma'am? In here, please.

Anyplace in particular you want me to sit?

Anywhere you like.

What about right there?

All right, Now what?

I think we should get one thing straight before we start.

I'm not a policeman, Glenn. No. you were just appointed by the court...

to find out if I'm... touched or not. Where did you pick up that?

At the hearing. You were taking all those notes. Countin' every flea on me.

Those notes might've been about your father or your brother or even your mother.

You don't know anything about my mother, ma'am.

No, but I'd like to know if you'd care to tell me. I don't care to tell you.

Your mother seems to have meant a great deal to you.

You heard me, didn't you?

You can leave. there are no bars on these windows.

You smoke?

No. This routine of yours would stagger a Billy goat.

What's funny ? What you said was funny.

It wasn't meant to be funny.

You wanna find out what makes me tick, don't you?

No. You're a complicated human being, not a cheap tin clock.

You can stay or leave as you choose.

Well?

That's twice you invited me to leave. That's right.

And if you keep on pretending that you're a slow-witted country boy, I'll put you out!

You're pretty tough, huh?

Well, I can be. now why don't we get down to business?

I might be able to help you if you'll let me.

I'm not exactly drowning. What kind of help?