fellas, let's relax.
It's a hot day.
Hey, Sugar Boy!
Bring some cold beer for the boys.
None for me.
Thank you kindly.
You know Willie don't drink, Tiny.
His wife don't favor drinking.
And Willie's the teacher's pet,
ain't you?
I'll have orange pop,
if you don't mind.
Orange pop?
All right, Sugar Boy.
Bring him some orange pop.
The pop, sir, is sold out.
Did you hear that, boys?
"The p-p-pop is sold out."
Now ain't he a card?
He stutters, Mr. Duffy.
But you don't say anything.
Let's go, mister.
This is my wife, Lucy, Mr. Burden.
- How do you do?
- That's my pa.
Now we'll talk.
You've been talking for a long time.
Willie's got a lot to say.
You sleepy, Pappy?
You want a nap?
I want to hear it.
I'm worried about Tom.
It's getting dark.
He should have been home.
He's a strong boy.
He can take care of himself.
- How old is the boy?
- Fifteen.
How long have you been married?
Nine years.
He was a neighbor's boy.
They were poor folks.
Both died.
I couldn't have any children so...
- He's a good boy.
- He's the best.
I couldn't love him more
if he was my own flesh and blood.
And now you, Mrs. Stark.
There isn't very much
to tell about me.
How did you meet?
I was teaching school.
One day, a pupil walked in.
It was Willie.
I couldn't have a man in class,
and Willie wanted to learn badly...
...so I married him.
Is that the only reason?
Except that I loved him.
Get the coffee, Lucy.
When did they fire you, Mrs. Stark?
A couple of weeks ago.
I've been teaching a long time.
Nobody ever said I wasn't all right.
But I don't care.
I won't teach in a schoolhouse built
so somebody can steal some money.
Willie doesn't want
to be treasurer either...
...if he has to associate
with those dishonest people.
I'm going to run.
They can't keep me from running.
If you want the truth,
you haven't much of a chance.
I'm going to run.
They won't kick me around.
I don't care if Willie loses...
...just so he gets the truth
to the people.
Isn't that true, Willie?
Isn't it?
Sure, that's right.
If you lose, you can study
your law books more.
Are you studying law too?
By myself, at night.
Willie's a smart boy.
If I find time,
I'll take a university course.
What happened, Tommy boy?
What's the matter?
- I gave out the handbills, Pa.
- Speak up! Speak up!
Let him tell it in his own way.
Go on, Tommy.
They were waiting for me.
They took them, threw them
in the dirt and beat me up.
I brought some of them back.
Good boy!
Have you eaten?
Let him wash up first.
Why don't you lie down, Pappy?
I'm going to run.
You're not going to stop me.
I'm going to run
even if I don't get a single vote.
Here you are.
The last of the Willie Stark articles.
Can I go?
Yes, you've earned your vacation.
You've been writing these
like you really mean them.
I do.
I hadn't been home in a long time. 
Home was Burden's Landing. 
Only 130 miles from Kanoma City. 
It was separated from the mainland
by a body of water. 
For the first time, I wondered
if it wasn't separated by more. 
Hello, Mother.
Floyd, Jack's home.
He looks fine.
Doesn't he look fine?
How do I look, Jackie boy?
You look beautiful, Mother.
I've got so many things
planned for you.
Parties and...
It'll be like old times.
Let's have a drink.
Can't that wait till evening?
Floyd, my son's home.
How long are you staying?
Two or three weeks,
if that's all right.
- Your father...
- Stepfather.
Now, Jackie.
Here we are. Floyd.
Jackie.
Myself.
To the best time
we've ever had together.
Yes, Mother.
Excuse me, I...
Dr. Stanton, I presume.
Is my shingle showing?
- Good to see you, boy.
- Good to see you, Judge.
How've you been?
What've you been doing?
Just sitting here, waiting
for all of you to come home.
When a man starts to get old,
his eyes play funny tricks on him.
As I watched you in that boat...
...I saw a boy of 12
with a fishing rod.