The Story (continued)
"With
the stopping of McTeague's practice, the grind began. Trina sold
everything; she worked at toy whittling that her money might remain
untouched." Refusing to give up any of her savings, they have
had to adapt to living in a single room at the back of the same boarding
house. Their economic decline parallels the deterioration of their
marriage. In a montage sequence, ragged-slippered Trina works all
day at a table by the window, carving wooden figurines. In their
ugly little flat, the bed is unmade, the dirty dishes are undone
in the sink, and Trina's hands suffer the ravages of her work. A
close-up of the clock that reads five past three is juxtaposed with
a shot of McTeague who appears in the doorway - he has returned home
early from work. Wide-eyed and surprised, Trina rises from her chair
and berates her husband after he admits that he has lost his job:
Mac: They fired me!
Trina: (astonished) (She shakes him) Isn't there another surgical
instrument factory in town?
Mac: Yes...there's...there's two more.
Trina: (insistent) We're losing money every second you sit here!
-- and we cannot afford it!
She urges him to immediately go out to look for another
job. She reaches for his cap, puts it in his hand, and commands him
to rise. When he hesitates like a docile animal, she pulls him towards
the door. At the top of the stairs in the hallway, she puts a finger
to her lips and then asks whether they paid him off when they discharged
him: "They paid you...didn't they?" Descending to the landing,
she holds out her hand for the money, and then stamps the floor with
her slippered foot. He replies:
-- always money!
He hands her his pay envelope, and she determinedly
goes through all his pockets as he stands there dumbfounded. She
tears open his envelope, empties the money from it, and finally satisfied,
turns to walk away. As he descends the stairway, he pauses and then
remembers that he needs some of the money. He climbs up a few steps
toward her:
Mac: Better gimme a nickel for carfare -- an' it's
gonna rain.
Trina (sneering at him with her hands on her hips): A big fellow
like you...'fraid of a little walk!
Mac dejectedly shrugs his shoulders and turns away.
As he exits from the front of the building, Maria points him out.
Trina returns to her room, deposits McTeague's pay into a chamois
bag (in front of her trunk), and then smiles as she puts her finger
to her lips. An image of a pair of hands lifting up a sparkling collection
of golden dinner service (solid gold dishes) is pictured against
a black background.
In front of Frenna's Saloon, a despondent and rain-soaked
McTeague is invited to come in from the pouring rain and have a drink
by Heise: "You oughta taken a car. You're goin' to catch your
death o' cold!" They approach the bar where a sign on the wall
reads: "To Trust is to Bust and Bust is Hell." Heise insists
on ordering whiskey and paying for McTeague:
Heise: Two straight, Joe.
Mac: It kind o' disagrees with me.
Heise: Aw...hell! You'll die...if you stand 'round soaked like that.
(He reorders two more whiskeys.)
Back in her room, Trina shines one of her gold pieces
and holds it up to admire it:
Gold was her master...a passion with her, a mania,
a veritable mental disease.
After a few more drinks at the bar, McTeague is quickly
becoming drunk. Trina is sitting at a table with gold coins spread
out all over as Mac's loud footsteps (from muddy boots) announce
his return. Trina reacts with fright, scrambles to gather together
all her gold coins, puts the money in her trunk and locks it up.
Angrily, Mac pounds on the locked door. When she opens it and lets
him in, now tired, soaked, and dejected, he tosses his cap on the
hook, gives Trina an angry glance, and sits on the bed.
Trina: (badgering) Did you get a place? Did you...get
caught...in the rain?
Mac: (growling at her) Wouldn't even gimme a nickel...for carfare!
Trina: (protesting her innocence) I didn't know it was going to rain.
Mac: (scornful and furious at her) Didn't I tell you it was? You
ain't gonna make small o' me...all the time!
Trina: (attempting to change the subject) Did you...get a place?
Mac: (He rises and holds out his hand - they are positioned directly
in front of their wedding picture and marriage license hanging on
the wall) Gimme back the money I gave ya!
Trina: I...paid...the grocery bill with it.
Mac: I don't believe ya!
Trina: (feigning innocence and sincerity and looking innocently at
him) Why, Mac...do you think I'd lie to you? (repeating) Did you...get
a place?
For the first time in his married life, he stands up
to her, feeling unmercifully assaulted by his environment and by
his wife's stinginess. McTeague yells meanly at her, telling her "No!" She
cowers in front of him and then sobs, with her head in her hands.
After looking around at the sinkful of dirty dishes and the unkempt
room, he looks up at the birdcage - the two lovebirds are also fighting
in their cage. Their domestic quarrel is intercut with the images
of the birds quarreling.
Mac: Ain't that fine? Ain't it lovely?
Trina: (looking up, still sobbing) I won't have you yell at me...like
that!
Mac: (Enraged, he grabs her and points at her throat) You're gonna
do...just as I tell you...after this...Trina McTeague! (She smells
the whiskey on his breath) Yes! I been drinkin' whiskey! (Animalistically,
he grabs her wrists, pulls them down and holds them. He raises his
open hand angrily above her, and then contracts it into a fist. She
is terrified by his physical brutality.) I'm beat out...an' I don't
wanta be bothered! (He tosses her out of the way, removes his coat,
and flops onto the bed.)
Trina: (musing about the money and distrustful) I wonder where he
got the money...to buy the whiskey? (The scene fades, and the iris
closes down with her finger held up to her lip.)
"As time went on, Mac's idleness became habitual.
His dislike for Trina increased with every day of her persistent
stinginess." McTeague takes to drinking regularly, and he is
seen smoking his pipe and drinking in the interior of Frenna's Saloon
with Heise and Ryer (J. Aldrich Libby). He tells them that he has
developed a new taste for whiskey, but wants to pay for their drinks: "I'll
get some money and come back." He returns home where Trina is
in bed resting. He cruelly grabs and twists her by the arm, pulls
her from the bed, and argues with her for a little money - with his
hand outstretched:
Mac: You with all that money...an' me with nothin'
Come'n!
He forcefully grabs her hand, brings it towards his
mouth and bites deeply into her fingers, until she complies with
his demands for money. She takes a dollar from under the mattress
of the bed and gives it to him, but it isn't enough. He resumes his
torture until she gets more money from the drawer of the table. With
an evil grin, he grabs her arm again:
Trina: Don't you love me any more, Mac?
Mac: (laughing) Sure I do! (He hits her on the head and she falls
onto the bed)
"As Trina's greed grew, Mac's ambition waned...and
died. They sank lower and lower that Trina might still save from
her meager earnings." Mac sits disconsolately on the side of
his bed in their shack, wondering how his life has changed. Their
living quarters are permanently filthy, and they no longer take care
of their appearance - they are degraded to a new low. Trina has lost
her prettiness and good looks. He glances back at their wedding picture
on the wall - rent in half between them - it reminds him of their
magnificent wedding meal.
Trina arrives in the rain at the SEMITE MARKET, a small
butcher's shop. At the meat counter, a butcher asks about her selection
of meat, and she thoughtfully puts her finger to her lips. He removes
a barrel of stale meat from under the counter and tells her: "That's
three days old. It's hardly fit for dogs." Now completely obsessed
about money, she decides to skimp and save by buying the cheapest
meat and selecting pieces from the smelly slop barrel. The butcher
wraps up her selection of two chops - the cash register shows a total
price of fifteen cents and she pays with a dollar bill. Outside,
she holds the 85 cents change in her hand - she shrewdly transfers
60 cents into her right skirt pocket and keeps only a quarter in
her left pocket.
When she returns home, she approaches the stove with
her packet of meat to cook the chops, and McTeague warily watches
her and then demands with his open hand:
Mac: Where's my change? (She reaches into her left
pocket and gives him a quarter) Two bits...out o' a dollar?
Trina: Do you think I'd cheat you? (Mac's reaction is one of bewilderment)
"Mac's meal was eaten and finished in silence.
For the first time in his life he had thoughts." After their
meal as she scrapes the plates, the slow-thinking Mac has his own scheme
to outsmart her - he takes his fishing gear and rod, places a piece
of bread in his pocket, and amiably says goodbye to Trina. She ignores
his obvious intentions and suggests that he should sell the lovebirds:
Mac: So long!
Trina: (Surprised and encouraged, she puts her arms around his neck.)
Kiss me goodbye, Mac? (She pulls on his hair to bring his face
down to hers, where she allows him to give her a big kiss on
the mouth.) (She puts her finger to her mouth) Why don't you
bring some of your fish home sometimes?
Mac: (He nods and sarcastically responds) It might save you a nickel.
(He glances at her trunk, and then at the birdcage.) I think I'll
take them birds o' mine along.
Trina: You ought to get at least five dollars for them. Maybe...six
dollars!
Mac: (He has the birdcage in one hand, and his fishing gear in the
other.) Well...so long!
After he has left - and abandoned her, she assures
herself that the sixty cents is in her right pocket. She puts her
finger to her lips. Mac exits the house, where writing on the wall
next to the door of the shack reads: "All kinds of junk - rags,
sacks, iron." Trina sits on the floor next to her open trunk,
gazing at gold pieces in her hands, and holding them to her cheek:
- how I've slaved, and starved for you.
"Mac never returned after that day...so Trina
took employment as a scrub-woman." Trina has aged considerably,
and she is seen scrubbing a table inside 'Lester Memorial Kindergarten.'
No longer able to whittle wood carvings, she is reduced to a solitary
charlady at a kindergarten. Some of the school children arrive and
play as she stands with her broom and bucket. "And with all
her gold, she was alone...a solitary, abandoned woman." In the
interior of her room in the school after work that night, Trina stands
in petticoat and shirt and empties the gold pieces from her chamois
bag onto the sheets of her bed. With mad delight, she combs through
the coins, spreading them out and caressing them. She removes her
pillow from the bed and drops her petticoat from her thin frame.
Mac bends over a trash can outside the kindergarten
building where Trina works. He pulls out the two pieces of his own
torn wedding picture and looks over towards the school house, assuming
that Trina is employed there. Mac approaches the gate, still carrying
the canary bird cage. In a repulsive scene, Trina lies naked and
excited in bed with her gold coins adorning her - she 'sleeps' with
her gold. He approaches her window, listens for a moment, peers in,
and then taps on the window. Trina sits up, frightened and apprehensive,
and grabs her sheet and blanket. After more taps, she rises from
bed with a blanket and sheet wrapped around her and goes to the window,
where she looks out, draws aside the curtain, and sees Mac in the
moonlight. She is surprised to see him, and stares at him. He motions
for her to open her window, and she obeys. Cautiously, she half-opens
the latched window to him:
Mac: Say, Trina...lemme in, will ya? I ain't had
nothin' t' eat since yesterday mornin'.
Trina: (She refuses) I'll see you starve before you get another penny...of
my money.
Mac: (imploring) I wouldn't let a dog go hungry!
Trina: (She extends her mutilated hand - her stumps of fingers, damaged
from his biting were amputated in an excised scene) Not...if he'd
bitten you. (She angrily slams the window shut.)
Mac: (furious) If I had hold o' you, I'd -- (He clenches his fist
at her through the window.)
Mac turns away in a rage and leaves after threatening
her. Holding her finger to her lips, she regrets the damage she has
done. Soon after, Trina is scrubbing the floor of a school room with
a steaming bucket of water and scrub brush - a black cat sits next
to her. The cat is frightened off when Mac's head is seen in silhouette
through the front windows of the doorway to the school. Kneeling,
she is paralyzed with fear when the street door swings open and Mac
enters the Christmas-decorated school and slams the door behind him.
His face looms above her as he comes nearer:
I want that five thousand!
Not wanting to give him her money, she quickly darts
by him and runs from him - she closes the double doors behind her
and locks him out of an adjoining room. He pounds on the doors, and
bursts through them with the weight of his body. He grabs her and
twirls her around, and sends her into the dark room behind - she
loses her shoe as he hurls her. (Two policemen saunter by the front
of the school and stand together on the sidewalk, creating some suspense
in the cross-cut scenes.) In the darkness, he clenches his fists
and hits her, as the black cat scurries away from them. He repeatedly
strikes her as she resists and fights back, trying to defend herself,
but to no avail.
After he has brutally murdered her in a fury (off-screen
in the shadows or hidden by the doors), he viciously kicks away her
shoe, and staggers toward her room. With her key, he opens up her
trunk, removes a canvas money sack, hides it behind his jacket, looks
one last time at Trina's motionless body, closes the double doors
behind him, and exits the school - just as the two policemen proceed
along their way. Warily, he looks around, wipes the blood from his
hands onto his jacket, and looks up at the sky:
I bet...it'll rain tomorrow.
After he disappears to the right, and the scene fades
to black, another short symbolic insert fades in and out - a tremendous
hand crushes two nude human beings.
"McTeague had been missing from San Francisco
for weeks, when --" A wanted poster (with McTeague's wedding
photograph) appears tacked to a wooden wall: "WANTED, $100 REWARD,
JOHN 'DOC' McTEAGUE."
Whose photograph and description appears hereon,
is wanted by this department on suspicion of murder and burglary.
On December 24, 1922, Trina McTeague, the wife of the above was
brutally murdered and robbed of $5,000.00 in the City and County
of San Francisco. The above was seen in the vicinity of murder
on this date. The man above has been traced as far as the Western
portion of Inyo County and is believed at this time to be hiding
in either the Pinto or Panamint Hills, in the vicinity of Keeler.
Description: Age 37, height 6.2, weight about 200, eyes blue, hair
light yellow, curly, complexion light. Had short, heavy, blond
beard when last seen. Peculiarities: Carries a canary bird in cage.
Keep a sharp lookout for this man and if located, arrest, hold
and wire me and I will send officers with proper papers for him.
The above reward of $100 will be paid by me for his arrest and
detention or for any information leading to his arrest. June 15,
1923.
D.J. O'BRIEN, Chief of Police.
The poster is displayed at a western grocery store,
where a number of people, including Marcus dressed as a cowboy, look
at a copy of the notice. Marcus finishes reading the wanted poster,
mutters threateningly, and then rides away on horseback to Keeler.
"The Fugitive." McTeague flees for the desert
of Death Valley with a pack animal in tow. In the barroom of Hotel
Keeler, where saddle-horses are hitched to the posts in front of
the hotel, the Sheriff (James Fulton) assembles a posse and swears
them in, to search for and pursue McTeague. Marcus rides up, jumps
from his tired horse, and races into the hotel to join the posse
without being sworn in. His assertion that he knows the wanted man
convinces the Sheriff:
Marcus: (gesturing wildly) -- I know 'um well! I
can identify 'um! - an' that five thousand he got away with...belongs
to me! There ain't a man o' you big enough t' stop me from goin'!
Sheriff: Lord love you, come 'long then. He's been reported headin'
for Death Valley. (Marcus pauses when he hears the words 'Death Valley')
"That night desolation lay still around Mac. Every
nerve cried aloud for rest, yet every instinct seemed goading him
to hurry on." Sleeping on the desert salt flats in a blanket,
Mac suddenly hears something and jumps up with his rifle, and looks
about toward the hills:
Damn you! Come on, will ya...an' have it out!
He aims into the range of hills and fires at some mysterious
fear. His gun is empty, and he hurls it away. The posse mounts up
in front of the hotel and then rides off into the night. The sun
rises as McTeague is headed into the desert - the savage, merciless
and lashing heat bakes everything as it appears over a mountain rock.
Still looking around and listening, McTeague removes his coat, wipes
the beads of perspiration from his neck and gazes up at the blazing
sun, that shines directly into the camera lens. He speaks to his
mule: "If it gets much hotter...I don't know!" As the fierce
sun gets hotter as noon approaches, the surface of the earth becomes
a furnace. He strips off his woolen shirt and hangs it on his saddle.
A diamond-back rattlesnake spooks his mule. Two Gila monsters crawl
by. He shakes his head and exclaims: "God!...what a country!" He
looks around and plods on.
The chase sequence switches back and forth between
the pursued and the pursuers. The posse follows close behind. "And
for days, on Mac went...chasing the receding horizon that always
fled before him." He reaches a mud hole where water has gathered
- "The last water hole." He lies down prone, drinks his
fill, and takes a handful of water. For the last time, he waters
his mule with a pan of water and fills his canteen.
The posse rides up to the place where McTeague fired
his rifle, and the Sheriff (and his posse) decide to abandon the
trail and not risk it. But Marcus won't give up - he is greedy for
the reward and the gold:
Sheriff: It's impossible to cross Death Valley! There
ain't enough water for one man an' his mount...let alone eight!...We've
got to circle 'round the Valley.
Marcus: (protesting) Like hell I will! I ain't sworn in. I'll do...as
I please!
Sheriff: Go on then...you damn fool! But I ain't got nothin' t' do
with it! If you catch him, put these bracelets on him an' bring him
in!
"McTeague was headed for the very heart of Death
Valley...that horrible wilderness of which even beasts were afraid." Goaded
on to continue into the arid wilderness, McTeague and his mule walk
over cracked, scorched ground: "It's goin' to be worse than
ever today." Now alone, Marcus rides up to the last watering
hole. With a horrified expression on his face, he realizes that it
has dried up. He takes a long drink from his canteen. Mac clears
away the hot surface of caked and cracked alkaline and spreads out
his blanket - his mule stands nearby. Marcus stands beside his dying
horse, shakes his almost-empty canteen, and then continues on foot
under the blistering desert sun - following Mac's footprints. His
throat is raging with thirst, and he gulps down the last mouthfuls
of water from his canteen, thinking to himself: "By damn...if
he ain't got no water with 'um, I'll be in a bad way." He discards
his empty canteen and staggers on with a can of beans in his hand.
"But hatred and the greed for gold kept Marcus
up...and closer and closer he came." With McTeague asleep in
the foreground, Marcus stealthily sneaks up on him - and brandishes
a pistol. He crawls over to McTeague on his hands and knees and yells
for McTeague to put his hands up. Holding him at gunpoint, Marcus
searches through McTeague's pockets. And after finding nothing, he
asks:
Marcus: What did ya do with that five thousand? Got
any water? (McTeague answers that it's on the mule. As Marcus reaches
for the mule, it turns and gallops away into the distance. He pauses
and thinks for a moment.) Is all the water we got...on the saddle?
(McTeague nods affirmatively.)
McTeague: He ate some loco-weed. We'd better finish him...t'ain't
right to let 'um suffer. (Desperate, Marcus runs after the animal
and fires a few shots from his revolver - he mortally wounds the
mule and it pitches forward. He snatches the canteen from the mule's
pack, but it is empty. One of the bullets pierced its metal side
and spilled the precious liquid into the ground.)
Marcus: There's no water...within a hundred miles o' here! (The two
men hopelessly stand by the dead mule in the middle of the desert.)
We...are...dead...men!
The gold coins spill out of a split-open canvas bag
into the desert sand. Both of them look at each other with the same
idea:
McTeague: Even if we're done for, I'll take some
o' my truck along.
Marcus: (putting his hand on McTeague's chest to aggressively stop
him) I ain't so sure 'bout who that money belongs to!
McTeague: (as Marcus pulls out his gun) -- an' don't try and load
that gun either!
McTeague's fists clench by his side as his anger builds.
Marcus holds the revolver like a club and cocks his arm: "Don't
you lay your fingers on that sack!" In a protracted fight to
the death, the two men face each other and grapple together for the
gold as they wrestle for control of the gun. They struggle on the
white ground, until McTeague overpowers Marcus and blindly strikes
with the revolver - he clubs his one-time friend to death with the
gun. On the ground, Marcus lies still and bloody beneath his blows.
But in the midst of the life and death struggle, Marcus had found
the strength to handcuff their wrists together. McTeague feels a
tug on his left wrist - it has become attached to Marcus' right wrist.
He turns and looks around - at the canvas bag (with gold coins) on
the saddle of the dead mule and at the empty canteen. He sinks to
his knees and sits in the deadly, pitiless heat of Death Valley,
chained and locked to the corpse he just slew.
McTeague's last humane act is to release the feeble,
half-dead pet bird from its little birdcage/prison. He places the
birdcage on Marcus' stomach, reaches into the cage to catch the bird,
cradles the little helpless bird in his bloody fingers, kisses it,
and then tosses it into the air. It lands dead on the empty canteen.
McTeague sits back, gravely acknowledging his own fate. He looks
over at the gold coins one more time, as he dazedly awaits death.
The camera moves from a medium closeup, to a long shot, and then
to an extreme long shot of the lone figure in the middle of the endlessly
desolate white landscape. The screen fades to black. |