The Script to the Grapes of Wrath
I can't help that. All I know is I
got my orders. They told me to tell
you you got to get off, and that's
what I'm telling you.
Muley stands in anger. The two younger men pattern after
You mean get off my own land?
Now don't go blaming me. It ain't
Whose fault is it?
You know who owns the land--the
Shawnee Land and Cattle Company.
Who's the Shawnee Land and Cattle
It ain't nobody. It's a company.
They got a pres'dent, ain't they?
They got somebody that knows what a
shotgun's for, ain't they?
But it ain't *his* fault, because
the *bank* tells him what to do.
All right. Where's the bank?
Tulsa. But what's the use of picking
on him? He ain't anything but the
manager, and half crazy hisself,
trying to keep up with his orders
from the east!
Then who *do* we shoot?
(stepping on the
Brother, I don't know. If I did I'd
tell you. But I just don't know
*who's* to blame!