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Marsh is not swamp.

Marsh is a space of light...

where grass grows in water...

and water flows into the sky.

Then within the marsh,
here and there...

true swamp.

A swamp knows all about death...

and doesn't necessarily
define it as tragedy.

Certainly not a sin.

I thought Chase Andrews
would have more common sense.

Best quarterback
this town ever had.

Boys, are these
your footprints here?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Where's his footprints?

Yeah, some kids
just get crazy ideas in their heads

and drink and think
they're invincible.

That Chase Andrews was no kid.

Hey. Look at this.

He open the grate himself?

Could've been an accident,
all the same.

Time of death,
between midnight and 2 a.m.

Cause of death, sudden impact
from the 63-foot drop.

Since you found that blood
and hair on the support beam,

I would deduce that was
the cause of the primary injury.

Laymen's terms,

he banged the back of his head
on the way down.

To hit the back of his head
on the beam,

he would've needed to fall
backwards, is that right?

I'd say yes.
So he might have been pushed.

There's no fingerprints on the
railing, the grates, nothing.

No fingerprints?
Not from Chase either?

No fingerprints, no tracks.

We do have those red fibers
found on the jacket.

I just got the lab report
back from Atlanta.

They did not come
from any of his other clothing.

Wool, it says.
That could be a sweater, scarf.

Hell, it could be anything.
And we gotta find it.

A beautiful wife, good family.

Can't think of anyone
who'd want to kill Chase.

Come on.
You know how Chase was.

Tomcattin', ruttin' around
like a penned-up bull let out.

Don't speak ill of the dead,
Frank.

Heh, I'm just saying

I could think
of a few guys up to it.

Mr. Milton.
Hi, Sandy.

The usual? Brunswick stew?
How'd you guess.

What do you make
of the Chase Andrews case, Tom?

Oh, I'm retired. That's none
of my business anymore.

Fair enough.

Could've been that woman
in the marsh.

She's crazy enough
for the loony bin.

I bet she'd be up
to something like this.

My brother's told me that
Marsh Girl's the missing link.

You know poor Chase Andrews

had something going on
down in that marsh.

Chase Andrews
and the Marsh Girl?

Now if that ain't asking
for trouble.

What do you
think really happened, Frank?

You think that
Marsh Girl killed Chase?

Hell, I don't
know. Truth will come out.

Look at all these feathers
and whatnot.

She a scientist

or a witch?

Miss Clark?

Sheriff's Department.
Sheriff.

Look.

Could get a warrant.

Plain view.
Probable cause, sheriff.

Bet that door isn't even locked.

There she is.

This is the
Sheriff's Department.

Shut down your engine.

Go straight, go straight.
Follow her in!

- You're guilty!
- You killed Chase Andrews!

You'll pay for this, Marsh Girl!

Rot in jail!

Sunday Justice.

Where you gone, kitty?

Please stay.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Miss Clark?

I'm Tom Milton.

I'm a lawyer. May I come in?

Thank you, Mr. Frazier.

You probably know

that you're being held
for the murder of Chase Andrews.

And I have taken the liberty

of putting myself forward
to defend you.

I know you've never been
in trouble before,

so I can explain the courtroom
and the trial

and who is who and whatnot.

Uh, do you have family that you
might want to come be with you?

Uh...

Miss Clark, I don't quite know
how to put this, but, uh...

Well, I know you

as Catherine Danielle Clark,

but here in Barkley Cove they
don't call you by that name.

They call you Marsh Girl.

And when you stand trial,

you will be judged
by a jury of your peers

from Barkley Cove,
who only know you as such.

They are going to judge you
whether they know you or not.

But I can't help you
unless I know you.

Even just a little bit.

Well, all right, then. Um...

I'll come back in a while

when you've had time
to consider.

Oh, and I brought you this
just in the meantime.

Mr. Frazier.

People forget about the
creatures who live in shells.

I had a family once.

They called me Kya.

Kya!

Kya! You'd better not get
too far out.

Get it, get it!

Now this little
piggy went to market.

Now you hold still.

This little piggy stayed home.

This little piggy
ate roast beef.

This little piggy had none.

And this little piggy

went wee-wee-wee-wee
all the way home.

That's my special girl.

Hey, Jodie!

Hey, Tate!

Wanna come fishing?

- I ain't got too much time.
- "Ain't" isn't a real word.

Hey, how many times I told you
not to mess in my goddamn boat?!

Get in the house!
Are you stupid?!

Come here! Now you've done it.

You gotta learn respect.
You hear me?

Stop it! You're hurting her!
Hey, you leave my pa alone!

Come back on my land,
I'll shoot you! You hear me?!

Calm down now.
Shut up!

Shut up!

- Leave me alone!
- I'll show you!

Please just stop!

Ma!

Ma?

Ma never came back.

And everybody else was quick
to get out the same way.

Murph was the first to leave.

A few months later,
Mandy and Missy.

Then, finally, Jodie.

Kya.

Kya, listen.

I have to go, Kya.

I can't live here no longer.

Kya, you be careful, hear?

If you're in trouble,

run and hide deep in the marsh

way out where the crawdads sing.

Like Ma always says.

Run!

Jodie!

I learned from the
mistakes of the others

how to live with him.

Just keep out of the way.

Don't let him see you.

Fend for yourself.

I had been out in the marsh
plenty of times with Jodie,

but never alone.

I didn't know
which way was home.

Damn you for leaving me here,
Jodie!

Damn you.

You okay?

You're Jodie Clark's sister.

Used to be. He's gone.

You know your way home?

Yeah.

It's okay.
I get lost all the time.

My name's Tate,
in case you see me again.

Tate.

There was something
about that boy

that eased the tightness
in my chest.

For the first time
since Ma and Jodie left,

I felt something
other than hurt.

I felt brave.

I'm hungry.

Morning, Mr. Clark.
How you doing?

Well, Jumpin',

I woke up
on the right side of dirt.

Oh, this is my daughter,
Miss Kya Clark.

Well, I'm mighty proud
to know you, Miss Kya.

Oh, don't mind her. I tell her
stay away from everybody.

It's a dangerous world,
isn't it?

It is.
But the fishing's good.

Could I get a bag of grits?

And, um, some of that Jim Beam?

And maybe you fill her up
for me?

It's okay.

Mabel.

Mm-hm.

You wait for our change,
you hear?

Helping out your pa
while your ma's gone, huh?

I ain't seen her in a while.

She's doing chores at home.

Mm-hm.

Grits ain't much to go on.

All right. Let's see here.

Your pa left $2 here.

And the bill is $1.50.

How much does that leave
for gas?

Don't worry about that.

I got another question for you.

You go to school, honey?

Do you know that they publish
the school lunch menu

in the paper?

Today's is...

Salisbury steak.

You could get a nice, hot meal,
make some friends.

Plenty of kids go to school
without shoes.

But you will need a skirt.

Ask your mama for one.

There you go.

And the change is 50 cents.

Boys!
Chase Andrews,

what you got
to say for yourself?

Sorry, Miss Pansy.

We didn't see you
'cause that girl got in the way.

Hello there.

I think you've got yourself

turned around the wrong way,
little lady.

Isn't school that way?

- So dirty.
- Gross.

You have just as much
of a right to be there.

Go along now.
It's all right.

Miss Catherine Danielle Clark,

are you reading and writing
already?

Can you spell "dog," honey?

Who is that?

G-O-D.

Well, we can all use practice,
can't we?

You can go ahead and sit down,
Miss Catherine Danielle Clark.

Where you been, marsh hen?

Where's your hat, swamp rat?

Now, boys and girls, settle
down. Just an hour until lunch.

Please, try to pay attention
to our lesson.

Who can tell me a word
that has a long vowel sound?

She probably lives in the mud.

Someone's got cooties.

That stink in the room.

Excuse me.

That was the only
day I ever spent in school.

Reckoned I was better off
learning from the wild.

Hi, Tate!

Mm-mm.

Need you to be careful out here.
You hear me?

Mm-hm.
You can't trust nobody.

You protect yourself.

Great horned owl, probably.

For a while, Pa was good to me.

I thought you could use this

for your feathers, bird nests.

Other stuff you collect.

Oh, thank you.
Yeah.

It was my old Army... Mail!

It's my old Army knapsack.

It's from Ma!
It's from Ma!

It's Ma's handwriting!

Ma's alive!
Give it to me.

Give it to me.

When's she coming home?
Wait.

What does she say?

No!

Quiet.

Pa! Pa, stop!

Stop it! Stop that!

Stop!
Quiet. Quiet!

Ma.

Now you listen to me.

She ain't never coming back.

You hear me?

That isn't true.

"Ain't" isn't even a real word!

Goddamn bitch!

Useless.

Pa took to burning
any trace of Ma.

Get your shit out of my house.

And then one day...

he was gone.

Wasn't like the pain
when Ma left.

But being completely alone

was a feeling so vast,
it echoed.

And there was the small matter
of surviving.

I didn't know
how to do life without grits.

Well, hello, Miss Kya.

Uh...

You want something?

Mr. Jumpin'...

I hear tell y'all buy mussels.

I got some here.

They fresh?
Dug them before dawn.

Just now.

Your pa sent you out with these?

Look, I tell you what,

I'll give you 50 cent
for the one bag

and a full tank of gas
for the other.

How many bags y'all need a week?

Are we striking up
a business deal?

I buy about 40 pound
every two, three days.

Mind you, others bring them too.

So if you bring them,
and I already got some,

why, you'd just be out.

It's first come, first served.
Ain't no other way of doing it.

That's fine. Thank you.

Can I, uh...?

Oh, yeah.

You sure are growing up fast,
huh?

Why don't you come by next week,
I'll measure your feet.

I got some shoes
in the church donation bin

just collecting dust.

Thank you, ma'am.
Sure.

Poor child.

Her ma's gone,

and now her pa's gone too,
I bet.

What?

We ought to be careful,

messing in folk business.

It don't say that in the Bible.

"Be careful."

"And the King shall answer
and say unto them,

verily I say unto thee,

inasmuch as ye hath done it

unto the least of these,
my brethren,

ye have done it unto me."

All right, Mabel.

Don't say about "be careful."

Let's see.

One, two, three. That's all.

They're from Miss Mabel.

Catherine Danielle Clark,
of Barkley County, North Carolina,

is charged with the murder
in the first degree

of Chase Lawrence Andrews,

formerly of Barkley Cove.

In such cases,
the State is allowed

to seek the death penalty.

The prosecution has announced
it will do so

if the defendant
is found guilty.

Guilty! We
all know she's guilty.

She's guilty.

We will now
begin jury selection.

Will our prospective jurors
in the first two rows...

There is an option. It's
what's called a plea bargain.

And it means that
if you are willing to say

that you did go to the tower
that night

and met Chase Andrews there

and you had a disagreement,
and in a horrible accident

he stepped backwards
through the grate.

You'd get 10 years,
but you'd be out in six.

No.

If we lose, we lose big.

It's life in prison,
or the other.

Mr. Milton, I won't say
anything that implies guilt.

I will not go to prison.

Please call me Tom.

And promise me
that you will think about this.

I have to get out of here.

One way...

or the other.

Between midnight and 2 a.m.

on October 30th...

the defendant lured
Chase Andrews to the tower

and pushed him to his death.

She then covered up her tracks
and fingerprints.

Now, you're gonna hear
she had the time,

she had the motivation,
but most importantly...

she has the weakness
of character

to murder Chase Andrews.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the State is going to throw

a lot of words at you

about Miss Catherine
Danielle Clark.

But I am asking you

to look at the evidence that
the State will be offering

to back up those words.

You'll find that there is none.

Furthermore, you are going to
hear that there's a good chance

no one murdered Chase Andrews

and that the defendant,
Miss Clark, finds herself here

because it is easier
to lay blame on an outsider

than it is to rely on facts.

And although she was born

and grew up not five miles
from this courtroom,

Miss Clark is an outsider.

Oh.

Hi.

It's me. Tate.

Tundra swan.

How do you know birds?

My ma liked birds.

I can't read your note.

Oh, all I said was I'd seen you

a couple times
when I was out fishing,

and it got me thinking that
maybe you could use some seeds

and a spark plug.
I had extra.

Thought it might save you
a trip to town.

And, uh, I don't know, I figured
you'd like the feathers.

All right, then.

All right, then.

Well, I better be going, so...

I could teach you to read.

I thought you may as well learn
to write at the same time.

Oh, yeah.

Good.
Okay, so we start with A.

Just go ahead and draw
that shape right there.

Don't tell me.

You're getting there.

Don't help me.
Sure. I got all day.

"There are some who can live

without wild things, comma,

and some who cannot."

Oh.

That's what I'm talking about,
Kya.

Whoo!

And there will never be
a time again

when you can't read, ever.

I didn't know words
could hold so much.

Not all words hold that much.

We could read
at my house sometime.

We went through
the whole library.

Three times a week,
summer into fall.

Read how plants and animals
change over time

to adjust
to the ever-shifting earth.

How birds sing mostly at dawn

because the cool,
moist air of morning

carries their songs and
their meanings much farther.

How some cells divide

and specialize
into lungs or hearts

while others remain
uncommitted as stem cells

in case they're needed later.

Within all the worlds
of biology...

I searched for an explanation

of why a mother would leave
her offspring.

"Mr. Jackson Henry Clark

married Miss Julienne
Maria Jacques, June 12, 1933."

That means

these are my parents.

"Master Jeremy Andrew Clark,
January 2."

That's Jodie.

"Master Napier Murphy Clark,
Miss Mary Helen Clark,

Miss Catherine Danielle Clark."

I miss them.

I had, um...

I had forgot how much...

I feel them not here.

But, um...

I feel them not here right now.

I mean...

Sometimes I feel so invisible...

I wonder if I'm here at all.

You are.

Sorry I'm late.

Come on. Give me a hand.

Son, you know I don't listen
to idle talk.

But there is a regular riptide
of gossip going around

you got something going on
with that Marsh Girl.

Hey, you know
you can tell me anything.

She your girlfriend?
She's my friend.

I bring her books 'cause people
are so nasty to her,

she can't go to school.

She doesn't have any family.

Hey. Come on.
There's no need to be huffy.

It's my job to say
all the things

that we don't like
to talk about,

and I can't give you
a lot of things

those other dads
can give their sons.

So I'm asking you.

Just be careful.

Everything you've worked
so hard for,

your dreams of going
to Chapel Hill...

Life can change in a second.

You understand that?

Yeah.

Now turn up my music,
would you? Come on.

It's Puccini,
in case you're wondering.

A young girl
living on her own like that

looks immoral, don't you think?

No, sir. I don't.
Think, that is.

At least not enough.
Heh, just ask my wife.

There are some fine group homes

that would help keep
a young woman out of trouble.

Hm.

They say she comes in here
from time to time.

I do see her from time to time.

She's not alone.
She's got her father with her.

Well, I've never seen anybody
home all the times I've been by.

When does she usually
come around?

I never know
just when she'll boat in here.

Have her call me
next time she comes in.

Mm-hm.

You don't have any reason
to lie to me, do you, boy?

No reason at all, sir.

We gotta meet somewhere else.
Hi, Kya. Good to see you too.

Social Services
are looking for me again.

They're gonna pull me in,
put me in some group home.

It's polite to greet people
when you see them.

You know, a group home
might not be the worst thing.

What? No, no. You'd have
someone cooking you warm meals.

Real bed.
I got a real bed.

'Sides, I'd never
leave the marsh

to go live with a bunch
of strangers.

It's "besides,"
not "'sides."

And you can't live alone
in the marsh forever.

Watch me.

All right.

Tate.

I, um...

I appreciate
you teaching me to read

and all the things you gave me.

But why do you do it?

Don't you have a girlfriend
or something?

Sometimes I do.

Sometimes?

I mean, I've had one.

Uh, but not now...

I don't, so...

All right.

I, uh...

I saw you on your pa's boat
the other day.

He seems real nice, your dad.

Yeah. Yeah, he is.

You never talk about your ma.

What's she like?

Uh...

You don't have to say nothing.

My mother and little sister
died in a car wreck

over in Asheville.

My little sister's name
was Carianne.

It was, uh...

What, Tate?

You can say anything to me.

I think they went to Asheville
to buy me my birthday present.

There was this bike I wanted,

and Western Auto
didn't carry it...

so I think they went
into Asheville

to get that bike for me.

And I don't even remember
what kind of bike it was.

It wasn't your fault.

Oh!

Oh, my gosh!

Am I your girlfriend now?

Do you wanna be?

I know feathers.

Bet the other girls
don't know feathers.

All right, then.

All right, then.

Whoo!

I've never been out this way.

It's worth the trip.
You'll see.

Happy birthday, Kya.

How'd you know
it was my birthday?

Oh, I read it in your Bible.

Did you know
it was your birthday?

Don't have a calendar.

Oh, um, not my name.

Don't cut my name.

Yes, ma'am.

Mm.

Pretty good, huh?

What's that?

Here they come.

Oh, wow!

Snow geese.

Kya.

Kya, look at me.

Kya.

Kya, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Jeez.

No, Tate, I want to.

Why not?

Because I...

I care about you too much.

Look, Kya. I want you
more than anything,

but I can't be damaged
as easily.

It's more dangerous for you.
You understand?

Fall gave way to winter.

Winter to spring.

The only constant in nature
is change.

Dad, I got in!

Why are you quiet?

You know I'm going away soon.

To college.

You talked about it.

When?

Not right away.

Soon.

I got a job at the biology lab.

Starts next week, so...

Stay here.

And do what?

No, look. I just mean
there's no work for me here.

What am I gonna do? I don't want
to be a shrimper like my dad.

I'm going to get a degree
and be something, Kya.

So could you.
What do you want me to be?

That's not what I meant.

You're never gonna come back.

Yes, I will. I won't
leave you, Kya. I promise.

I'm gonna come back to you.

Kya! Kya, stop!

You can't run away
from every whip stitch!

One more night.

One more night.

What's this?

It's a list of publishers.

For all your drawings and notes.

There's nothing like them
out there, Kya.

There's enough for a book.

Lots of books.

And, you know,
you wouldn't have to leave home.

You could just mail
your samples into a publisher.

You know, bring some money in.

You know,
probably not a huge amount...

but maybe you wouldn't
have to dig mussels

the rest of your life.

Just give it a try, Kya.

Come on. What can it hurt?

You're gonna forget about me.

When you get busy
with all that college stuff,

all those pretty girls.

I could never forget you, Kya.

Ever.

I'll be home in a month.
I promise.

For the Fourth of July.
Okay?

I'll be back before you know it.

We'll meet on your beach
and watch fireworks together.

Just write those publishers,
all right?

Goodbye, Kya.

Goodbye, Tate.

Seabirds
of the Eastern Seaboard.

Starring you, Big Red.

No.

No.

No, Tate.

No, no.

No.

No.

No.

No, no, no.

Tate and life and love
had been the same thing.

They were all gone.

And then...

Whenever I stumbled,
the marsh caught me.

At some unclaimed moment,

at last,
the heart pain seeped away,

like water into sand.

Still there, but deep.

There were no
footprints around the body

or on the fire tower.

And no fresh fingerprints
either.

Not even on the grate,
which somebody had to open.

All this indicated that someone
had destroyed evidence.

No more questions.

Your witness.

Sheriff, I'm
handing you the tide table

for the night of October 29
and the morning of October 30.

Now, this shows here that
low tide was around midnight.

So at the time Chase Andrews
arrived at the tower

and walked to the steps,

he would have made tracks
in the wet mud.

And then
as the groundwater rose,

those tracks would have
been wiped out.

Do you agree
that this is possible?

Well...

And then you'd agree

that if he had
any friends with him,

their footprints
would be washed away as well.

Under these circumstances,

the absence of footprints

in and of itself
does not suggest a crime.

Correct?

Sheriff?

The absence of footprints
does not,

by itself,
prove there was a crime.

You also testified
that there were no fingerprints

found anywhere
in the fire tower,

including on the open grate.

So this led you to conclude that

someone must have opened
the grate

and wiped away
their fingerprints afterwards.

Correct.

Now, in fact, isn't it true

that these grates were left open

so often and considered
so dangerous

that your office submitted
a written request

to the U.S. Forest Service

to remedy the situation
on July 18 of last year?

This is a copy of that request.

Who wrote this, sheriff?

I did it myself.

Would you read to the court

the last sentence
of this document

that you sent
to the Forest Service?

Just the last sentence.

"I must repeat,
these grates are very dangerous,

and if action is not taken...

if action is not taken,
a serious injury

or death will occur."

Thank you, sheriff.

Somebody's been taking pictures
round my house.

What do you think they want?

Developers.

They've been all up and down
the marsh last few weeks,

wanting to drain the
"murky swamp." Build hotels.

Yeah, I saw them last year.

Cutting oak and digging
channels down the way.

They want my house?

Maybe not the house,

but I bet they offer you
a heap of money for that land.

Jumpin'!
There ain't nothing wrong

with some money going to Kya.

You do own that land, don't you?
You own that house?

Pa said so.

Well, you're gonna need
some proof.

A deed, title.

Hey.

Sorry to startle you.

Can I carry that for ya?

I got it.
Please. Let me get it.

Oh, I'm Chase Andrews.

Your name's Kya, right?

Yeah. Yeah. It's a nice name.
I like it.

It's different but nice.

This is yours right here.

There we go.

You wanna go for a picnic
in my boat this Sunday?

Okay.
I'll pick you up at noon

from Point Beach.
Does that work?

All right.
Well, I'll see ya, Kya.

Well, here we are.

Mr. Napier Clark,
looks like, bought it in 1897.

Yeah, that's my grandpa.

Yes, ma'am.

It's never been sold, so,

yes sirree, I reckon
it belongs to you.

Looks like you gotta pay
some back taxes

if you wanna keep it,
Miss Clark.

In fact, ma'am,
the way the law reads,

whoever comes along and pays
those back taxes owns the land,

even if they don't got no deed.

Well, how much?

Looks like about...

Eight hundred dollars total.

Five years.

It had been five years

since Tate showed me this path.

Dear Sir or Madam,

I am sending you
the following pages

on the shells
of the Carolina marsh

for your consideration.

Five years for my heart
to open its shell again.

How's it feel to bask in
the presence of musical genius?

Hey, look.

Oh!

Oh! That's an ornate scallop.

Pecten ornatus.

All right.

Well, it's unusual
to find one here.

Really?
Yeah.

This particular species usually
inhabits regions south of here

'cause these waters
are too cool for them.

What?

Oh, no, it's just, uh,

the Marsh Girl knows
the Latin name for shells

and where they inhabit and why,
for Christ sakes.

Here. You keep it.

Thank you.

You're something else, ain't ya?

I know you think I'm trash,

but I'm worth more
than a picnic.

Oh, no, Kya. Come on.

I'm sorry. No. Hey, come on.

I've never thought
you were trash.

Please. I'm sorry.

I understand if you wanna go,
but you can't walk from here.

It's too far.

Can I make it up to you?

Please, can I make it up to you?

I can't believe you never been
up the fire tower.

Come here when my family's
all in my business. You know?

It's a great way to see
the whole marsh from above.

Here.

What is it?

You can tell me.
I won't laugh at you.

It's like having a friend
your whole life

but you never saw
their full face.

Now I see it.

Your house is over there,
ain't it?

Take me there.

Oh, um...

It's far.
Hey, I like far.

I don't care what it's like,

if that's what
you're worried about.

Is this it right here?

How long you lived out here
by yourself?

About 10 years, I think.

Neat.

Living out here with no parents
telling you what to do?

There's really nothing
to see inside.

Wow, what you got on the porch?
What?

Oh, um, nothing.

What is all this?

Nothing.

What, you writing a book
or something?

Sort of.

These look straight out
of an encyclopedia.

You're the real deal, ain't ya?

Ah, swanee.

You got a water pump.

I wasn't ready for guests.

Hey, don't worry.

Hey, there's nobody I know

who could live out here alone
like this.

I mean, most guys
would be too scared.

What do you want with me?

Okay. Look, I'm real sorry
I came on like that.

I wanna get to know you better.
All right?

I think you're gorgeous.

I do. I think you're free
as a dang gale

and smart as a whip.

But I won't do anything
unless you want me to.

How's that?

That's fine.

All right. Heh.

I didn't know
exactly how I felt about Chase.

But I was no longer lonely.

That seemed enough.

Is that for your book?

Yeah.

Anyway, who knows
if anyone will read it.

I will.

The marsh was our secret.

Tell me about your friends.

Oh, I don't really have
any friends.

You always seem to be
having a good time

when you're with them.
You spying on me?

It's funny.
My dad told me once,

he'd had something to drink
and a fight with my mom.

He told me if my friends
really knew me,

they wouldn't be my friends.

I don't know if anyone
really knows me,

is what I'm saying, I guess.

I wonder
what makes the sky blue.

Blue and violet wavelengths
from sunlight.

They bounce off the gas
particles in the atmosphere

and scatter.

Is it okay if I...

kiss you now?

Let's turn
to the red wool fibers

found on Chase Andrews'
denim jacket

the night he died.

Did you compare those samples
to this red ski cap?

Exhibit C.
Yes.

The fibers from the cap
and the jacket matched exactly.

And where was that cap found?

It was found in
Miss Clark's residence.

Now, about these red fibers,

is there any way, doctor,
to determine

how long the fibers
had been on the jacket?

No. We can tell where
they came from, not when.

And if someone
wore this hat often,

is it possible the fibers
would be in their hair

- and on their clothes?
- Yes.

I would suppose they could.

So would you agree that
at any time during the years

that the defendant,
Miss Clark, knew Chase Andrews,

the fibers of the hat
could have been transferred

onto Chase's jacket?

From what I've seen, yes.

At any time they met.
Yes.

"Dear Miss Clark, we were
fascinated by your manuscript.

If, as you say, your materials
are already complete,

we hope to edit
and publish in record time."

Hey. You're looking at
the new manager of Western Auto.

Oh, Chase.

That's great news.

Come on. Let's celebrate.

So they're gonna pay you
for those drawings?

Yeah.

Just don't get too full
of yourself, I guess.

I wouldn't.

I know people
have disappointed you.

And I'm sorry for that.

Getting left by your own
family. I mean...

God, my family's
a pain in the ass,

but I don't think
I could take that.

But I want you to know that
I'm gonna take care of you.

Now I've been promoted,

I can get you a nice house
when we're married.

"Married"?
Yeah.

A nice two-story on the beach
with a wraparound veranda.

Yeah.

What about your parents?

Have you told them about me?

What you gotta understand
about my folks

is that if I say you're
my choice, that'd be that.

They'll fall in love with you
when they get to know ya.

Come here.

Oh, by the way, I have to drive
over to Asheville in a few days

to buy goods for my dad's store.

I was thinking you could come.

Celebrate your book and all.

There'd be lots of people.
It doesn't matter.

You'd be with me.
I know everything.

Hell, you don't have to talk to
one soul if you don't want to.

Come on.
If we're gonna get married,

you need to get out
in the world a bit.

Spread those long wings
of yours.

Come on. It'll be fun.

It's a two-day job,
so we'll stay the night.

Incredible, huh?

Hey. It's an adventure.
Come on.

It'll feel better for you later,
the more you do it.

Oh.

Hey, I never wanna lose you.

Yeah?
Yeah.

I think about it a lot.

Sneaking out at night
to come see you.

My Marsh Girl.

Hey, you don't have to prove
yourself to anyone.

You understand?

You have me, and I love you.

I made you something.

Oh.

It was a single shell,
hung on a piece of rawhide,

tied in a tight knot,
and it was missing.

So to be
clear, what you're saying

is that the shell necklace

that Chase wore every day
was missing from these items

that law enforcement
recovered from his body

the day that he was found.

Is that correct?

I think it's important.
Yes.

He had that necklace on when he
had dinner with us that night.

And it was gone from his body.

And what I'm saying is
he never took it off.

Whoever killed him took it.

Objection, Your Honor.
It's speculation.

Sustained.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

you will disregard that
last remark by Mrs. Andrews.

Mrs. Andrews,
where did Chase get this necklace?

It's from that
Marsh Girl. Miss Clark.

I didn't even know her name
or if she even had one.

I can't see why Chase...

But what I'm saying is,

she's the only one
who'd have any interest

in taking the thing.

Mrs. Andrews...

were Chase and Miss Clark
romantically involved?

You could say. I
saw him sneaking out at night.

When I finally asked him
where he was going,

he told me the truth.

I thought:
What would people say?

I was a silly woman to be
worried about that next to...

But he
told me he broke it off with her.

She knew she couldn't have him
anymore, so she killed him

- and took back her ugly necklace!
- Objection, Your Honor.

Sustained.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Mrs. Andrews, you have my
deepest sympathy for your loss.

With all due respect,

you are aware that Miss Clark's
house was thoroughly searched.

And that the police
did not find the necklace there.

Did they?
No.

Hey.

I got it.

- Almost got you.
- Almost knocked me out.

Just trying to show off.

What's that
Marsh Girl like in bed, man?

- Is she an animal?
- Wild as a bobcat

and worth every bit
of the gas money.

Tell me her eyes glow.

Only for me
and only when I make them.

Hey, don't talk
about her like that.

What's that?

I said don't talk about her
like that.

Oh, the college boy.

He taught the Marsh Girl
her ABCs.

Oh.
Mm.

You're a waste of her time.

Go ahead, college boy.
What you gonna do?

Come on, you're tough, right?
Come on, let's do something.

You wanna hit me?
Hey, y'all settle down now.

That's enough.

Settle down
before someone get hurt.

There's better ways than this.

Hey, Kya.

Hey, what the hell?

Wait! Kya, wait! Please.

Look, I just wanna talk.

Get out of my lagoon,
you dirty creep!

Kya, please!
I just need to talk to you!

I don't care what you want!

I never wanna see you again.
Ever.

Kya, I need to talk to you
about Chase, okay?

About Chase?
He's not good enough for you.

You're the one who left me.

Who didn't come back
when you promised.

Who never came back.

You didn't even write to explain

or even to say
if you were alive or dead.

You just disappeared.

I know.
And I'm so sorry, Kya,

you have no idea.

You weren't man enough
to face me.

You're right, Kya.

Everything you say is true.

Leaving you like that was
the worst thing I've ever done,

the worst thing
I'll ever do in my life.

I knew how badly I'd hurt you,

and I couldn't face you,
like you said.

I thought you wouldn't be able
to leave the marsh

and live in any other world.

You know, I thought I had
to choose between you

and everything else.

But the truth is, Kya,

everything else
that I thought mattered,

the scholarships,
the grants, the jobs,

it means nothing without you.

I was so wrong.

I've been sorry for years.

And I'll be sorry
for the rest of my life.

You look...

I brought you something.

You know, I'm working
at the new lab near town.

You'd love it, Kya.

I get to study all this
under a microscope.

So I'm here now.

I'm back for good.

Kya, I would do anything to...

I would've done
so many things differently.

What do you want now, Tate?

Is there any way that you
could possibly forgive me, Kya?

Please?

I don't know how.

Kya, I trust you would
tell me if you knew of anyone else

who had reason to harm
Chase Andrews.

Well, all right, then.

Try and get some rest.

Oh. Hi.

Hey. What you doing in town?

I had some good news
from the publisher,

so I thought we could celebrate.

- I was gonna make...
- There he is.

Kya, you know
Brian, Tina, Pearl.

You guys know Kya.
Sure, yeah, the Marsh Girl.

Pleased to meet you, Kya.

I'm Chase's fiancée.

All right.
Well, I'll see you around, Kya.

Kya!

Hey, Kya. I can explain.

Are you in there?

Hey, I just wanna talk.

Kya!

I know you're here, damn it!

Kya!

I had to do life alone.

But I knew that.

I'd known for a long time.

People don't stay.

"Dear Miss Clark,

enclosed is the final copy
of your beautiful book,

along with the initial check
for delivery,

with royalties to follow,
I'm sure.

I'm attending a conference
in Greenville next month

and would love for you
to join us

and celebrate this great
accomplishment."

"A full deed
for Catherine Danielle Clark

for 310 acres of lagoons,
marsh, oak forests and beach.

Wasteland category:
murky swamp."

- Jodie?
- There I am in Asheville,

and I see your book in a shop:

Catherine Danielle Clark.

And my heart just broke
and leapt for joy all at once.

I knew I had to find you.

I just didn't think
you'd still be here.

What about the others?

I don't know a thing
about Murph, Mandy or Missy.

I wouldn't know them
if I passed them in the street.

And, um...

what about Ma?

Ma passed, Kya.

Ma had a sister, Rosemary.

She found me in the Army
and told me what happened.

Showed up at Rosemary's door
in her alligator shoes.

Rosemary said
she didn't talk for months.

And then about a year later,
she remembered she had children.

Rosemary helped her
write a letter to Pa,

asking if she could come get us.

And he told her if she ever
so much as contacted us again,

he'd beat us unrecognizable.

Yeah, sounds like Pa.

She saved up for lawyers
and everything,

but then she got sick.

Leukemia.

She tried, but...

She never had a chance.

I've been waiting...

all these years
for her to walk down the lane.

You didn't have a family
your whole life,

and there's nothing I can do
to give you that back.

But I'd like to come see you
as much as I can get up here.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Mabel's gonna be so proud.

Just one more thing.

I'll be sure he gets it.

Thank you, Jumpin'.

How y'all doing?

One pack of your finest,
please, sir.

And give me some matches.

- Sure thing.
- "Sure thing."

Kya Clark.

Miss Catherine Danielle Clark.

You wrote a damn book.
Come here.

Wait, wait, wait.
I wanna talk to you.

Don't act like that. Come on.

Leave me alone.

Damn, the Marsh Girl
thinks she's too good for you now.

Shut up!

Here you go, sir.
It's on the house.

Thought I might find you here.

I told you to leave me alone.

No, I know, but I just...

Listen, I wanted
to say I'm sorry.

Really. I feel bad about
how things turned out.

"How things turned out"?

What, you mean how it turned out

you were engaged the whole time
we were together?

How it turned out
that you lie to everybody?

Kya, I have to do things I don't
wanna do. You know that.

No, I have to get married
to someone like Pearl. I had to.

But you're the one
I really want.

You know any other man
would have tried to change you?

To fix you?

I never did.

No, no. Please, please, wait.

I need you. I really need you.

Don't leave me all alone
in that place.

You know, nobody else knows me.

You know, I feel sorry for you.

But I want nothing to do
with any of that.

Wilder than ever.

I know you want this too.

Stop!
I know you want this too.

You're
mine, Kya. You belong to me.

I'm not letting you go
this time.

Leave me alone, you bastard!

You bother me again
and I'll kill you!

She shouted it real loud, sir.

I heard a commotion,
and I come closer,

see if anybody was in trouble,
and there she was.

And do you recognize the woman?

Is she in the courtroom today?

Yes, that one there.
The defendant.

The one folks call Marsh Girl.

I finally understood
why Ma had to leave.

One thing I learned from Pa,

these men have to have
the last punch.

Being isolated was one thing.

Living in fear, quite another.

I will never live like that.

A life wondering
when the next fist will fall.

Tate, you can't be here.

I just wanted to check on you.

Jumpin' said he hadn't
seen you since...

Not now.

Kya, what happened to your face?

Was it Chase?
Tell me, Kya. Did he do this?

I need you to stay out of it.

That son of a bitch.

That son of a bitch.
Tate, I need you to go.

Kya.

You know, I was gonna go
to Greenville next week.

Finally meet my publishers.

Talk about the next book.

I was feeling brave enough.

Well, you can still go.

Looking like this?

Don't let him ruin this for you.

Go to Greenville.

Okay? There's a bus.

It's easy.
Jumpin's got the schedule.

Let them put you up
in a nice hotel,

eat some hot restaurant food
you didn't have to make.

Stay a week, if you can.

And I'll come see you
when you're back. Okay?

Hear how it all went
with the publishers.

All right.

Hey, you cold?

I'm fine. I don't need you
to take care of me.

I know, but just take my hat.

I said I don't need your help.
Just take it.

You wanna tell me
what happened to your eye?

I need to write down
the bus schedule.

You have a copy, right?

It was that Chase, wasn't it?

Kya, look at me.

Now you tell me what he did.

I can't say it.

It's over now.

I just want it out of my life.

And how you know he ain't
coming after you again?

You're all by your lonesome
out there.

Jumpin', please.

You can't tell anybody.

You know how it is.

They'd drag me
into the sheriff's office

and make me describe it
to a bunch of men.

And then write me up
in the papers,

accusing me of whoring.

Or trying to get money
out of his parents.

Okay?
They'd do nothing about it.

You're right, Kya.

And I ain't gonna do anything
to make this thing worse.

But you let me know
when you're coming and going.

You hear?

I gotta know
if you're out of town.

'Cause if I don't see you
for a while...

Thank you, Jumpin'.

I'm leaving in a few days.

I'll come see you
as soon as I'm back.

Okay, that's good.

That's good.

Miss Price, would you tell us

what you saw
on the morning of October 29?

I saw the Marsh Girl...

Miss Clark, that is. Pardon me.
...get on the 9:00 bus.

Well, you've got
quite a good memory.

We all talked about it.

We'd never seen her

all cleaned up like that.

Hair combed, makeup.

Just to be clear, on
the morning of October 29,

you and several others
saw Miss Clark

board the 9 a.m. bus
and leave Barkley Cove.

Yes, that's right.
Thank you, Miss Price.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Miss Price,
is the Piggly Wiggly open

at 1:30 in the morning?

No, sir.

Well, the reason I ask is,

you couldn't have seen
who got off

the night bus from Greenville,

nor could you have seen
who got on the 2:30 a.m. bus

from Barkley Cove
back to Greenville, could you?

Well, no. Of course not.

So after you saw Miss Clark

board that morning bus
to Greenville...

she could have returned
to Barkley Cove that night

and been back in Greenville
for breakfast,

all without you taking notice.

My name is Robert Foster.

I'm a senior editor at Harrison
Morris Publishing Company

- in Boston, Massachusetts.
- Mr. Foster, you sat down

for dinner with Miss Clark
at 7 p.m.

on the night of October 29.

Correct?
Yes.

What was
your first impression of her?

My first impression was

that she was very shy,
very gentle, very smart.

I knew that she was
something of a recluse,

but I also knew that
she was a gifted naturalist.

How long did that dinner go on?

At least a few hours.

Some female
insects do eat their mates.

Fireflies, in fact, have
two different light signals.

One for mating,

and one to attract a male

in order to make him
her next meal.

- So she eats him?
- How gruesome.

Oh, dear.

I must spend less time
with insects.

- It's quite amoral.
- Amoral, indeed.

I don't know if there is
a dark side to nature.

Just inventive ways to endure.

Against all odds.

And when you met with Miss Clark

the following morning,
October 30th,

was there anything unusual about
her appearance or her demeanor?

Not at all.

No further
questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Foster, did Miss Clark
stay at the same hotel

as you and your colleagues?

No. She preferred
a smaller hotel.

The, um, Mountain something.

Could you look at this map
of Greenville for me, please?

I think you'll see The Piedmont,

where you
and your colleagues stayed,

and then The Three Mountains
Hotel, where Miss Clark stayed.

Could you tell me which one
is closest to the bus station?

The Three Mountains Hotel
is closer.

In fact, The Three Mountains
is the closest hotel

to the Greenville bus station.
Is that correct?

Looks that way.
No further questions.

I don't think a good lawyer

ever puts their client
on the stand,

but this might help you.

For the jury to be able
to hear from you, directly.

For them to be able
to see you...

as the kind and thoughtful
person you truly are.

They're never gonna see me
like that.

Listen. I know you have
a world of reasons

to hate these people...
No, I never hated them.

They hated me.

They laughed at me.
They left me.

They harassed me.
They attacked me.

You want me to beg for my life?

I don't have it in me.

I won't.

I will not offer myself up.

They can make their decision.

But they're not deciding
anything about me.

It's them.

They're judging themselves.

All right, then.

Mm.

Mr. Milton, you have always
been kind to me.

Even as a child.

I never forgot.

His life was
cut short by the jilted lover

who could not accept that
he had returned to the fold.

A witness saw Miss Clark
and Chase in the marsh.

Heard her say the words
"I'll kill you."

And what's more,

is there's physical evidence

from that night connecting them.

Fibers from her red wool cap

left on his denim jacket.

Dad, I'm going over
to deal with it.

Who else would have motive
to take that shell necklace?

You can, and you must,

find that the defendant is
guilty of first-degree murder.

Mr. Milton.

I have lived
in Barkley Cove my whole life.

And like you,
I heard the tall tales

told about the Marsh Girl.

That she was part wolf.

A missing link
between ape and man.

That her eyes
glowed in the dark.

Well, here she is.

The reality is that
she was an abandoned child.

A little girl surviving out
there in the marsh on her own,

reviled and shunned.

Mr. James Madison
and his wife, Mabel,

they are sitting here
in the courtroom today.

They're about the only people
in this town

who showed her any care.

The rest of us...

Well, I'm ashamed to say

that we labeled her
and rejected her

because we thought
she was different.

And now...

the job of judging this shy
and rejected young woman

has fallen on your shoulders.

But you must base your judgment

on the facts presented
in this courtroom,

and not on the rumors
and feelings

from the past 25 years.

Miss Clark has a solid alibi.

She was in Greenville
the night Chase Andrews died.

And what facts,
exactly, stand against her?

The State has not proven

that this incident
was indeed a murder,

and not just some
tragic accident.

The State wants you to believe

that at 11:30 at night,

without a single witness
seeing her,

she caught the last bus from
Greenville to Barkley Cove,

and rode that bus disguised,

since neither of
the bus drivers that night

could identify her
as a passenger,

all the way back
to Barkley Cove.

And then,
in less than an hour...

she tracks down Chase Andrews
in the middle of the night,

lures him to the tower,
murders him,

wipes away
all physical evidence,

and somehow catches the 2:30
a.m. bus back to Greenville.

Again, without
a single witness seeing her.

And after doing all that,

she meets with her publishers
the next morning, unruffled.

Now, these are not facts.

These are just more
of the rumors

and tall tales
that we have been spreading

about Miss Clark
her entire life.

I believe you will come to
a judgment based on the facts,

and not the gossip
that you have heard for years.

It's time, at last,

for all of us to be fair
to the Marsh Girl.

Maybe you should go
home and do your waiting there.

Six hours already. How long
do you think they'll take?

Well, let's hope they take
a good long while.

If a few jurors have doubts,
we got a chance.

Mr. Foreman, is it correct
that the jury has reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

The defendant will please rise
for the reading of the verdict.

Stand up.

"We, the jury,
find the defendant,

Catherine Danielle Clark...

not guilty
of first-degree murder

of Mr. Chase Andrews."

Miss Clark, you are free to go.

And I apologize,
on behalf of the State,

for the time
that you have served.

This court is dismissed.

Thank you.

Come here.

You're okay.
You're all right.

You just
forget about this nonsense.

We're looking forward
to the next book.

Can you take me home?

Now I can finally admit.

All the months in isolation,

yearning to be back
in the marsh,

it was knowing
how much was left to explore,

how much life
to uncover in the wild,

that kept me going.

And the hope,

always that hope...

that one day I could share it...

with the only person
I had ever truly loved.

Kya!

Kya.

Hey.

You know I love you, right?

What?

Will you, uh...?

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Will you marry me?

I mean, do you want to?

Well, aren't we already?

Like geese?

I can live with that, I guess.

Come here.

Oh, here we go.

Hey.

Hey, you. Hi, there.

Come here, baby girl.

He loved you so much.

Kya. Look at that.

You see that up there?
On the elbow of that branch?

When's the last time
we saw one of those?

I know.

This book's pretty good.

This guy's still talking
about...

I hope when it
is time for me to leave,

I will go quick and easy,
without making too much noise.

Ma!

Ma.

Ma.

Kya?

Kya!

It has always been enough...

to be part of the natural
sequence of things.

Sure as the tides.

Nature my guide.

The marsh knows
all about death...

and doesn't necessarily
define it as tragedy.

Certainly not a sin.

It understands
that every creature

does what it must to survive.

And that sometimes,
for prey to live...

its predator must die.

I am the marsh now.

I am the feather of an egret.

I am every shell
washed upon the shore.

I am a firefly.

You'll see hundreds

beckoning far into the dark
reaches of the marsh.

And that's where you will
always find me.

Way out yonder.

Where the crawdads sing.