All language subtitles for The Dark Secret Of Harvest Home 1 (Uncut)

You know, it's not that he's a drunk or
anything. It's just that he has a few in

the top.

Turns me on.

I want to submit to him in the classic
feminine sense. Totally.

It's just that when I think of him with
that other woman, I go cold.

I even gave up smoking for him. Not that
he asked me. I just thought it would be

a kind of sacrificial act of giving.

I started chewing matchsticks. Instead,
I am up through six packs a day.

I resent Nick for this new hang-up.

Well, I have a right to a few character
deformities of my own, right?

I mean, I'm a minister's daughter. How
perfect can you get?

Sometimes at night after this, uh...

Love making, I act out. I do resent Nick
and the Padre.

Do you think Kate's asthma attacks are
her unconscious way of getting back at

Nick and me?

Beth, we've talked about your daughter's
asthma.

Just for once, couldn't I get a yes or
no answer?

Nick, what kept you?

You know, we should be in there waiting
for them.

Them? Who's that? The creative
committee. Come on.

How's the stuff look? Good, huh?

I'm not supposed to like it, Ty. You
are. You ordered it.

How can I miss?

Lutz thinks that Norman Rockwell should
be hanging in the loo from here.

Oh, that way.

Hey, if you can slip it in somehow,
would you mind telling Lutz that you

went to Amherst?

Oh, for Christ's sake. Look, I know you
didn't go to Amherst. The old man got an

honorary degree there.

Forget it.

You're going to gamble everything on
talent?

Nick always wanted to be an artist.

But the real thing, I mean, he didn't
study for four years in Paris to end up

doing crummy layouts for hemorrhoid
lotion.

It was the Padre that fixed him.

He had this pulpit principle about the
work ethic.

Art is frivolous.

It's the hippie's way of...

Escaping the jungle code of fang and
claw.

If Nick's art were any good, it would
sell toothpaste.

That was Daddy's condition for my hand
in marriage.

Can you imagine? I was negotiable.

Presently, a film of dark smoke appears
above one of those remote points.

for his quick eye and fastidious voice,
lift up with pride.

Team bow to come in.

Okay.

Now drunk it stirs.

A furious clatter of rays follows.

Every house and store pours out a human
contribution.

And all in a twinkling, that town is
alive.

We are still young boys.

All go hurrying from many quarters to a
common center, the wharf.

Just lay him. Thanks.

You can use an extra dozen.

Robert worries about the cholesterol.

My W?

Sure.

Maggie.

The same

two that were here yesterday?

George and Evelyn Filoni.

He was with the State Department, a
consular official in Spain, I believe he

said.

They'd make nice neighbors, widow.

And with Robert's interest in the
history of diplomacy.

They're old.

They'll need a right for the house.

Not for you.

It's been empty so long.

Surely you can use the money.

House ain't meant for profit.

It's meant for wealth and the big.

Give me a sign.

When the right kind of folks come asking
for it.

you early?

I thought Thursday was Miss Abrams and
right after school.

Mom, do I have to take piano lessons?

What's your idea on the first place
you've been doing so beautifully?

It scares me going there.

Scares you?

Walking those three blocks from the bus
stop to West End.

But you've been walking that way for
more than a year now.

Well, I could cut it when it was a dime
block, but they raised it to a quarter.

The blades.

It's for protection.

You mean that you...

Have to pay a street gang not to harass
you?

Mother, you know that. I've told you.

When?

When did you tell me?

Whatever I say just goes by you. You're
either on your way to your shrink or

coming back.

I tell you that I'm a nape of the neck,
man.

The ordinary run-of-the-mill sex fiends
go for earlobes or dimpled knees

or D-cups that runneth over.

Me, Constantine, nape of the neck, man.

Don't you think that these martini
lunches with a Thai bar are getting a

bit out of hand?

Like Thomas Jefferson, who was in the
most scintillating of company when he

dined alone, I am my own best drinking
buddy.

I know I should have called. I'm sorry.

How many did you have?

Oh.

You better get yourself to bed.

I told Chai I was through.

You did what?

As of today, I am no longer Lutz,
Mandrake, Clinton, and Reeves' top

cartoonist. You might have discussed it
with me.

Oh, honey, we've been discussing my
doing some serious painting for three

years now.

Van Eyck or Rembrandt somehow managed to
struggle along without selling clogged

shoes for the Dutch equivalent of LMP&R.

All right, I'm not in their league, but
I gotta believe I'm better than what I'm

doing.

You did once.

Well, I still do, but... All we gotta do
is lower our lifestyle a little.

Lower our lifestyle?

Look around you.

You've got five locks on the door. The
lady downstairs got mugged in the

elevator, and Kate is afraid to walk
three blocks to her piano lesson.

I'll tell you where we can cut down. We
can cut down in a... How come Amy's

shrinking yours at 60 bucks an hour?

Don't start that again.

I am on the verge of a breakthrough with
Dr. K. Becker. You have been on the

verge of a breakthrough for three years
now.

And frankly, I don't think you're going
to score one if you'll pay back a page

for a sauna.

Lord Jesus Christ, by the three days you
lay in the tomb,

you made holy the graves of all who
believe in you.

Even though their bodies lie in the
earth... Did you catch his name?

Whose name?

The minister's.

Do you remember what he said? Nothing
disrespectful.

Why can't I feel anything, Dr. Tabacker?

Only fear.

What instruments of vengeance are left
in death? He's dead.

I hated him.

Locusts, thunderbolts, migraines.

A faithless husband.

I, Lawson Colby, being of sound and
disposing mind and memory, am not acting

under duress, menace, fraud, or undue
influence of any person whatever, do

make, publish, and declare...

This is my last will and testament in
the manner of following, that is to say,

I bequeath to my daughter, Beth
Constantine, the following.

It wasn't Father's death that brought
you and me closer together.

It was the money he left us.

As someone who preached against the
degradation money and idleness brings,

your father certainly invested well.

Blue chips, glamour issues, even some
flyers into harness racing and sugar

contracts. Nice estate, even after
taxes.

Are we really rich now, Daddy?

Well, let's just say we're a little
freer.

Free enough for me to have a horse?

Oh, sure, in our apartment in New York.

Remember what the doctor said about
pets?

Dumb doctor.

What do we do with the money?

Shall we cross?

Not cross something called Lost Whistle
Bridge?

Flemish landscape.

I guess we took a wrong turn.

Not hard for a person to do, this side
of the last whistle.

Well, we're glad we did. It's beautiful
here.

Is this your land?

Yeah.

It pleases me that you like it.

How come you don't use machinery?

Against the ways.

Religious ways?

No, just tradition.

Tractors and such like wouldn't give us
a chance to do it together.

Seeding the ground is... An act of love
has to be done with the hand.

What do you plant?

Come on up here. I want to get the
church behind you. Let's go.

Are we in focus? We are.

That's good.

What do you like to live out here?

Oh, look over there. Look at that. How
do you like that one?

This is beautiful.

Aren't these houses marvelous? Look.

Let's go cross over here.

Isn't it neat here?

Isn't it pretty?

Look, Avery O'Penrose, 1811.

Hopper Penrose, 1709.

William Penrose, 1668.

Is everyone a Penrose?

Let's go inside.

It's fantastic and almost 200 years old.

Wouldn't it be fun to pick up a page
like this?

On arriving at the lodgings of his three
friends, D'Artagnan found them assembled

in the same chamber.

Athos was meditating.

Porthos was twisting his mustache.

Aramid was saying... Three musketeers?

What do you say we ask? Any friend of
Dumas' pair would make a terrific

neighbor.

Come on. I will not pardon you for
making me come here.

Yes,

who is it?

We were wondering about the house across
the street.

Interested in it, are you?

Yeah.

Not the sale.

The wonderful old house.

But the plumbing's bad.

And the roof leaks.

And the owner refuses to sell. You know
where the owner is?

I'm sorry, but it wouldn't do any good,
believe me.

But look, in case he changes his mind,
here's our number in New York.

Thank you.

Bye. Bye. Bye.

It

was

sort of a frigidoonish type place.

You know, a place frozen in time, no
fast food joints, no neon signs.

Can you imagine sitting with those good,
simple people, talking?

I mean, discussing things that really
matter.

City mice into country mice, is that it?

I, uh... What would Nick do, plant corn?

What would you do?

Have you thought about that?

You notice anything peculiar about them?

Peculiar?

Here in the graveyard.

In the common where I snapped Kate with
a lamb.

Here in the field where they were
plowing.

That old woman in black with a white
thing on her head. In every picture.

Do you remember seeing her?

No.

Could you hold on one second, please?

It's a Maggie Dodd in Cornwall, Coombe.

Are we still interested in that house?

Are we?

David, you?

A coffee table book?

Yes.

Full of sketches of rural American life.
You know, New England barns, tools,

customs, country glory, that kind of
thing. With a text to explain it all.

You know, barns and cow chips don't
exactly go over like sex-starved

nymphettes in a little bondage.

Look, David, I know... You look, I
didn't say no.

It's liable to end up at Knopf, and I'm
back to dust jacket blurbs.

I'll need a complete outline and a
complete series of sketches.

You got it.

Thanks, friend.

You know, Nick, it wouldn't hurt if you
could uncover some gothic horror.

Nice axe murder.

A little incest, maybe.

And Cornwall Coombe.

Why not?

what we promised ourselves.

We don't go any higher than 42.5.

We are never going to get it for that.

Good

morning.

Mr. and Mrs.

Constantine, Robert.

Hello.

You've come about the house, have you?
Would you know where the owner might be?

The widow of fortune is expecting you.

That's the woman that was in those
photos.

It certainly is.

Look at that.

Grace Everdeen was either the village
puncher or its first woman's liver.

Why? Look where she's buried.

Portia.

I'm Nicholas Constantine. This is my
wife, Beth.

We were told that you... You've got the
house.

It's Widder.

You can call me that.

What about the price?

It'll suit you.

30,000 and no dickering.

Well, to tell you the truth, Mrs.
Fortune.

Widder.

You were set on going higher.

I got my price.

I've been told you got a young one.

Yes.

The coon could use some new bloodlines.

Well, how would Greek suit you, Widow?

Well, in hard times, one can't be too
particular.

Now, into the tracks, the both of you.

And we'll seal all this over a cup of
tea.

Never was blessed with children myself.

Last in my life.

My husband Clem's been dead for many
years.

I stop by and see him every day.

Lay a strand of corn silk on his grave.

How's your young'un doing?

Oh, Kate's fine.

Except for she has asthma attacks.

Well, we'll have to cure that, won't we?

You'd be a good girl.

Don't you go wandering off by yourself
again.

Come on.

In you go.

Brown Swiss.

Descended from the first herd brought
from Switzerland to New England about

three centuries ago.

I loaded it myself last week. Most
peculiar thing.

Hog had two stomachs.

Guess what I found in one of them?

A collar button.

Wouldn't you call that an augury?

Of course you would.

Anybody would.

You know, if you cock your head just
right, you can hear

the cock. Come on. Get the cup of tea.

One of my sidelines.

Collecting things.

Wonderful.

Another one of my sidelines.

Uniforms. My husband.

Long forget where the bonnet came from.

Only one in these parts.

But I don't do tuna fish sandwiches.

Sit you down.

You better get that tea yet.

Weber's English.

Another two B, Weber's.

One B.

Send to London for it, Fortnum and
Mason.

Seems they don't carry a one B in this
country.

Everything has a use.

Spills for the fire, maybe a flyer for
my straw man.

Oh, Beth, did you help me with the cups?

Of course.

Clem gave them to me.

First year we was married.

All set up.

Not a chip in them.

What about school?

School?

What do you want with learning?

Except for a bit of reading and writing.
Ain't nothing the land can't teach you.

Well, can the land teach you algebra
or...

Shakespeare's sonnets?

Well, will all that calculate and rhyme?

Help her carry a child?

That's a different education you set on.

There's a high school saxony on the far
side of the river. Hardly anyone from

the coon ever goes there.

Except worthy peasants of the paper boy.

That kind of learning is scant in the
village.

What about a doctor?

If you're looking at one, anything that
ails you to a cow's colic.

Of course, you want to pay for common
policies.

You can find them in Saxony, too.

And all a person needs is right here in
the coon.

And maybe then some.

How you doing?

Look at me. I'm plastering like a pro.

In New York, you'd be on the hotline for
help with an ice tray.

And look what's happened to that sickly
daughter of ours.

Then you put in garlic to keep away the
bugs. But mind, don't let it flower.

You know something?

She beats Dr.

Tabitha. At half the price.

They were brought over from England in
the 1600s by a Cornish farmer, the

founder of the village.

Named Penrose, no doubt.

All the seasons, they're lovely.

Means more on the seasons.

It's a way of life.

There's Plowing Day, Planting Day,
Spring Festival.

Oh, and then there's Agnes Fair on
Midsummer's Eve.

According to legend, old Agnes flied at
the crop and refused to quit until the

people of Cornwall held a fair in her
honor.

Oh, and then there's the biggest day of
all.

When the corn is done and the harvest is
in and...

Folks can relax and count their
blessings.

Time of joy and celebration.

Yeah, it's called Harvest Home.

Beth, you spent your entire 50 minutes
talking about Cornwall Coon.

Did I?

Yeah.

big headline.

Sadie DeSalle, mother of quintuplets.

Your father here? Widow said he could
use another hand.

Oh, I've been to school in Saxony, but
that's only 30 miles off.

Want another sandwich, Worthy? No.

Here, have some more lemonade.

Okay.

What's it really like outside the
Coombe?

Well, you'll find out soon enough when
you go to agricultural college.

Me? Why not?

My folks have never ceded that. That's
against tradition.

They talk about farming like it's a part
of you.

Oh, it is.

Right now, I know more about growing
corn than any of them around here. With

machinery, I could double the yield.

But that would be going against the
ways.

You mean they'd stop you from doing
something for their own good?

That's really dumb.

I got a tractor. I could take the whole
motor apart and put it back together

again. That tractor can do the work of
ten men, be the salvation of the whole

town. Them and Harrow's.

Are you preaching sedition, then,
Worthy?

I'd best be getting home.

Come ahead, Laurel.

Hey, yeah.

Worthies are likely lads.

The good as they come, the better and
most.

He'll make a good farmer one of these
days.

Seems as if he wants to be a better one
than they'll let him be.

Well, he only gets himself into trouble.

Folks don't like newfangled ways around
here.

Why should the village stand in the way
of a kid who just wants to try to

improve things?

Improve things?

Why should the coon want improving when
it's already just the way we like it?

he was working.

She kept bringing him sandwiches every
15 minutes. I'm worried he kept eating

them. That's the amazing part.

You see those combinations?

Bologna and quince jelly. Yuck.

Flirting with him outrageously.

Our skinny Kate.

You know, I have missed three therapy
sessions.

And I haven't had to call Dr.

Taybacker even once.

You've also stopped taking your sleeping
pills. And Kate hasn't had a wheeze of

asthma since we got here.

If this keeps up, we're all going to
break out in terminal health.

You know what, Al Greco? What?

I think this is going to work.

Thank you.

Use some stamps today?

No, thanks, Tamar. I've got all I can
use.

Listen, still, I hope not.

He's been here since 1640.

Seen a lot of folks.

One of your ancestors, Amos? Yeah.

Gwydion Benrose. Died 1668.

Bought engines in them days.

His house, post offices now, was built
for defense.

When Redskin's family broke in,
Gwydion's long gone. Had trapped on the

floor. Escape tunnel. Run clear across
the common, but come up the root cell of

his barn.

Where the church is now?

Yeah.

Tunnel from the post office, huh?

Still there.

No kidding.

Yeah. All those years ago.

Just runs right through that.

Comes right up in that.

Still have that bomb.

Gray 17.

Why is this one on unhallowed ground?

Suicide, he said.

Over what?

Some folks got long noses.

Nick Thompson.

What you're doing in Soaks is lonesome.

Passing years you're missing.

When you get old as that wood, you'll be
feeling like you'll never get old.

What's an art critic doing hiding out in
these parts?

Next time you want a draw, stick to the
coom. You're part of it now.

Handle Caesar's wife?

Give it a try.

I'm scared of no soapsies.

Not you, nor your ghost.

Oh, shut up. Get on home.

Yeah, I am.

Soapsies, you've got no more right for
them woods than Jack's stuff and anybody

else. He was poaching my land with it.
If you don't keep him away, I won't

answer to what's going to happen.

really a ghost?

A revenue man disappeared in the
lonesome.

Looking for that still. Supposed to be
his ghost that haunts the woods.

Likely a tale the Soxers made up. Scare
folks off.

Didn't bother the peddler enough to keep
him out of there.

Jack's dump car in the right place.

It's his tongue that's in affliction.

Soxers are a bad crowd.

He'll pay for it yet.

Kate!

Leave her be, Nick.

She's like she's going somewhere.

Heading for the pettinger place, I'd
say.

Didn't I tell you the boy took her
heart?

She's a sickly 15-year-old kid.

Oh, fool.

Sickly. But soon they fit the rest of
us.

Time's the time, Nick Constantine.

When you gotta let go.

Where's your father? I want him to clean
out the spring.

Cows will die before he does it.

I'll go find Pa.

If it had a pump, your back wouldn't go
out cleaning it.

Yeah.

It's against the ways.

Oh, yeah.

Everything that makes some kind of sense
is against the ways.

Leave it, Pa I'll do it tonight when I
get back from my work You just tell Ma

it's done

Something wrong?

Not working right.

Yeah?

Let's look-see.

Looks fine to me.

Maybe it's different from a plow horse.

There isn't anything wrong with it.

I was just hanging around.

Waiting for you.

Aren't you going to say something?

I was just thinking whether I like it or
not.

Do you?

Yeah.

What do you do around here besides
watching the corn grow?

Oh, Agnes Fair coming up. Taint Coney
Island, maybe.

But I reckon it'd keep you from nodding
off.

Want an apple?

Yeah.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Keeps the flies away, you know what I
mean?

cool side so he gets the good of the
green.

And you help him.

Sarah, pull your skirt down.

Seth, why don't you let Worthy show you
and Kate around, and I'll keep busy with

this, okay?

Okay.

Come on, you've got the best corn liquor
around here.

Take the money, boys. Take the money,
dude.

Don't look at them.

Don't look at them.

Don't get fired.

That's all.

this moonshine money can buy.

Go ahead.

Mama won't mind.

They got her a quilt in.

into this one, Jack.

The strangest thing as I ever hoped to
see.

And I've seen it with these here two
eyes.

What did you see?

A ghost.

A ghost that was dead and now has come
alive.

A living ghost as sure as I'm sitting
here.

And it was screaming.

local custom.

Very old one.

It goes back to Cornwall, or even to
pre-Christian times.

The harvest lord is kind of a male
symbol of the community. It's quite an

honor, actually.

But more than that, it's enormously
profitable.

The man chosen may be a complete failure
as a farmer, but the whole village

pitches in to give his fields special
care.

They repair his fences, build new barns,
dig new wells.

Anything that will assure a successful
seven years of his reign.

Believing that as he prospers, so will
they.

They're choosing the new Harvest Lord
today.

Everyone says it'll be Jimmy Minerva.

There you are.

That's him. The blonde black with
healthy powder.

That's our Jimmy.

Think you're going to whip Justin,
Jimmy?

You'll be spitting my dust.

Got some strange ideas, though.

I don't think the boys' ideas are
strange, Constable.

in person, she'd come to grief.

She was such a good girl, why'd she do
it?

Ask your friend, the widow.

She knows more about how folks die
around here than I do.

Kate's heart?

Oh, I guess I ought to give that some
consideration out, and I want that out

of my conscience.

sleeping now?

Probably the nostrum the widow gave her.

Do you have a nostrum for everything in
that black bag of hers?

We're having sherry, Nick.

Something a little stronger.

How about you, Robert?

Thanks, Nick. I'm fine.

Well, I guess I better get you home,
too, darling.

Now, wait a minute.

I know I'm in a rotten mood, but it's
been a crazy day and I'd like to talk

about it.

The widow saved Kate's life today.

Did either one of us think to thank her?

Don't you think I'm grateful?

What is it you really resent, Nick?

Is it your 20th century helplessness
when Kate was stricken?

While the witch of Endor reached into
her black bag and effected a miracle

cure?

Maybe it is hard to accept.

All of it. The killing that sheep with a
sickle.

That demented kid smearing blood all
over Worthy's face. The whole primitive

circus. They roast a lamb at Agnes Fair
every year.

How do you suppose animals get
slaughtered? Well, not with a cheering

audience and a prepubescent pagan
princess.

Oh, Nick, come on.

No, it's true.

Missy is odd.

But she's the one who chooses the
Harvest Lord.

Because she has.

The site. Is that what you're trying to
tell me?

Yes.

You spent all those years with Robert
upstate while he was teaching you.

You've got a degree in biology from
Radcliffe. You want me to believe that

you accept this local voodoo?

You forget I was born in the coon.

going well?

Oh, I've been trying to put some of it
down.

I think if I ever sent it off to Dave
Adwell, he'd think I was on a mescaline

trip.

Nick, the widow wasn't there.

Seamus Penrose's boat and a bottle of
wine and we'll drift down to the cove

just the two of us, huh?

Oh, you're absolutely mad.

Do you know what time it is?

Look at how I'm going. All right, all
right, all right. It's crazy. So what?

Do it anyway for me, huh?

I don't give a damn what Maggie Dodd
says. I need something to rinse the

taste of Agnes Fair out of my mouth.

Uh-huh.

Okay. All right. Yes.

Let's go. All right.

What kind of wine goes with drifting
down?

Oh, come on.

Chateau.

Yes.

Oh, darling, it's been so long.

The first time in my life I'm beginning
to feel right about myself.

Stronger.

More at peace.

As if I've finally begun to discover
that I belong to something.

You belong to me.

That's true.

If there is something more.

Belonging to something bigger.

To a way of life that's finally right
for both of us.

I want another baby, Nick.

We're both pushing.

I'm not too old.

And it's a chance to start again.

Until we get it right.

That's what I like.

The house was meant to well the baby.

Honey, you had a tough enough time with
Kate that Doctor warned us about another

pregnancy.

Widow has an elixir.

She's gonna fix it for us, huh?

Look, I don't doubt that her arcane
majesty can cure...

Cancer with bat guano, but I did not
turn out the pasture to become father of

the year.

Do you have your work?

What about mine?

I can't believe this is you talking.

Motherhood? That's your idea of
fulfillment?

What's left over for us?

A baby is our harvest.

As the corn is the earth.

This child you claim you need so
desperately.

Who would we be having it for?

Us or the widow?

sitting on the wall who are doomed with
you to eat their own dung and to drink

their own urine?

Then the rapturer stood and called out
in a loud voice in the language of

Judah, Hear the word of the great king,
the king of Assyria.

Thus says the king, Do not let Hezekiah
deceive you, for he will not be able to

deliver you out of my hand.

Do not let Hezekiah make you to rely on
the Lord by saying, Then the Lord will

surely deliver us.

And this city will not be given into the
hand of the king of Assyria.

Do not listen to Hezekiah.

For thus says the king of Assyria.

Make your peace with me and come out to
me.

Then every one of you will be able to
eat of his own vine.

And every one of his own fig tree.

And every one of you will drink the
water of his own cistern.

Until I come.

And take your way to a land like your
own land.

A land of grain and wine.

A land of bread and vineyards.

A land of olive trees and honey.

That you may live and not die.

Well, look who's here.

Come on in. Make yourself at home.

Thank you.

Another custom? One of the deepest
significance.

No women allowed.

Tally up, Robert.

Now you've been church, you doubtless
will be planting corn next. You buy

them?

You're looking at the last of the
big-time spenders. Fry whiskey. Hold the

water. How about you, Robert? It's
conscientious.

Justin? I'm all right, thank you. I'll
make that for you. Oh.

A jack?

A cider.

Ah. I don't know about corn, Amos, but I
can think of a lot of other subjects I'd

like to discuss with you. But I book
you, Squibble.

I'm only the bell ringer.

Told you. You want a history lesson?

Talk to the widow.

Would she know as much as you do about
Gracie Everdeen's grave buried in

unhallowed ground and condemned to
perdition?

Don't worry about it, Nick.

It's just a newcomer who rattled a
skeleton.

Is that out of bounds?

Let's just say that there are some areas
of research.

They're a better left untapped.

If Sophie's looking for a new dress, got
some mighty lofty goods.

Jack, and there's needle and thread and
pins galore if she's got a mind to do

her own sewing.

Use them yourself, Bedlam. Use them to
zip your lip.

Maybe I ought to zip. If I didn't, I bet
I could tell her some mighty funny

doings in them woods.

Ghost or no ghost.

Ah. Ah. Whoa, whoa.

We're all in the streets and on the
Sabbath.

He keeps talking about that ghost he
saw.

In the lonesome?

It's true. It, uh, sounds like a
banshee.

There stands your hair on end.

Mr. Constantine's doing a chronicle on
the coon.

You don't want him to believe that silly
tale.

Your ears and mouth will get you in
trouble.

Someday, Jack Stump...

Hi,

Worthy.

And how's the young lord today, Prizzy?

Make up your mind yet?

About what?

About what?

The corn maiden, of course. The young
lord gets the picker. Don't call me

that.

what to hang around this stupid town
another seven years.

How can you talk like that?

Very easy. It's how I feel.

It's against the ways.

You too?

When you first came to the coon, this
was all a big joke to you.

That's before I understood what it means
to be Harvest Lord.

All it means is seven more years. I got
no say in my own life.

You should be ashamed of yourself,
Worthy Pettinger. The people in the coon

gave you their highest honor.

How dare you belittle it?

Maybe I ain't no Jimmy Minerva.

Mr.

Constantine?

Aye, Worthy.

I take it you'd just as soon that Missy
had chosen Jimmy Minerva.

I'll never get to agri-college now. I'm
never going to get further than Lost

Whistle Bridge.

Not to feel that strongly, why don't you
just resign?

Resign? No one's ever done that. Not
ever. No.

Not only would my folks lose all the
benefits, they'd be disgraced.

Couldn't do that to my father.

Too many of those slate tiles are broken
up there, Mr. Constantine.

They're going to have to be replaced if
you don't want that roof to leak.

Now there's a lady over to Saxony who's
got a whole bunch from a shed that

collapsed. I'd be glad to go for you.

But neither the young lord nor the
harvest lord are allowed to set foot

outside the coombe.

Tradition.

You don't sound like Cornwall food.

Give a person a chance, Mrs. O'Byrne.
I'll get the hang of it.

They don't welcome folks from this side
of the river.

The only one they ever did meet was the
Everdeen girl.

Grace Everdeen?

Yeah. Stayed here all summer some years
back.

Poor thing.

Some love affair gone wrong with a man
in the village.

But the good Lord only knows what he saw
in Gracie.

Ungainly thing she was.

What happened to her?

Just stopped and left.

Met the young man at the bridge one
night.

Next day, she was gone.

Not a word, nothing.

Didn't even bother to collect her
belongings.

Often wondered what's become of her.

Best not keep you any longer. Looks like
an Orwester.

and turned all night, and you look
awful.

Okay.

Coming back from Saxony, I think I saw
the ghost of Soaks Lonesome. How does

that grab you?

It was probably a scarecrow caught up in
the wind.

It was quite a storm last night. Wait
till you see what it did to the guard.

This was no... This was no scarecrow.

Going back out there later and nose
around.

Nick, I wish you would stop this Grace
Everdeen thing.

We've been talking to you.

What does it matter?

It's such a local sore spot.

I promised Dave Atwell I'd deliver a
book. One that'll sell.

What would you have me write about? Mrs.
Zalman's quilting bee?

It's something that they don't want
published.

Exactly. Doesn't that make you just a
little bit curious? What are they trying

to hide?

Not hide.

Just lay it to rest.

I can't say that I blame them.

You must know something that I don't.

Only what Maggie told me.

Seems that while she was corn maiden and
engaged to Lauren McCutcheon,

Gracie Everdeen went bananas.

shamed and scandalized the whole
community and then she vanished.

The next thing you know, she's killed
herself.

I mean, is it any wonder that everyone
would want to just forget the entire

episode?

Gracie went against the wave.

What do you suppose drove her to do
something like that?

I told you, she just flipped out.

I won't wash, Beth.

That girl loved Lorne McCutcheon.

And I've got it on good authority that
she never stopped loving him.

If Gracie left before Harvest home, then
McCutcheon had to pick another corn

maiden to take her place.

Beth?

Your friend.

The post, mister.

Thanks,

Widow.

It's very kind of you, Widow, but we've
been told the kid shouldn't be around

animals.

Kate has been grooming the widow's mare
for weeks now with no ill effects.

That's right, Daddy. Not even a sneeze.

You might have mentioned it.

It was the widow's idea.

She wanted it to be a surprise.

Won't do her no harm.

I want Kate to have that horse.

She's gentle as a lamb, Nick.

No need to worry.

You really can ride, can't you?

Just killed him and left him here to
rot.

It was here.

Believe me, a man's skull. It was
enormous.

I don't think I'd make up something like
that.

You're working on a book, I'm told.

What's that got to do with anything?

Well, maybe you want to see things that
ain't there.

Writers have that kind of imagination,
I'm told.

These stories about the revenue and the
Soakses aren't any I made up. I know. I

heard them.

That's all they are, Constantine.

Stories.

Well, how does this grab you for a
writer's wild imagination?

The Soakses tracked me here, saw me find
the skull, and then moved it.

Fanciful enough.

Okay. Okay, let's forget about the
skull. Let's just concentrate on a

simple charge of assault.

That crazy moonshiner fired a shotgun at
me.

Or is that just considered another
quaint custom around here?

Ain't nothing quaint about trespassing,
mister.

Now, the lonesome's big, and we ain't
too clear about boundary lines.

You could have been poaching on Soaks'
property.

Serious offense.

Trespassing.

What I hear you telling me, constable,
is that this is something for the state

police. Or the prosecutor over in
Saxony, hmm?

Well, you do what you gotta do, mister.

But before you go stirring up another
fish fry, you better know this.

A net revenue man disappeared.

Police swarmed down on the comb thicker
than flies.

Counties, state, treasury, even the FBI.

Except for trampling down a lot of corn.

They come up empty.

Same as you.

Long walk back.

I can use it.

Voices travel in this holler.

As I'm standing here, widow, I saw a
skeleton in that trunk.

Likely the bones of the revenuer.

God rest his soul.

I'll warrant the soaks has moved him.

Constables getting old, no two ways
about it.

But aren't we all?

Mushrooms are abundant this year.

Those your shears?

They'll turn up.

Ha-ha!

Fly, I direct.

Isn't that poison?

Only to fly.

Cure, kill, blame, properly treated,
hold.

Think by the stand.

You're a remarkable woman, Widow.

All that folk wisdom and magnetism
wasted on a village of...

How many souls?

429. And they're all yours.

All mine, Nick? Even Beth.

You've converted a devout non-believer,
Widow.

Many things exist.

The ken of man?

And others even within his ken.

Depends on how broad a ken a person's
got.

I've lost Beth to you, widow.

Kate's next. I can feel it coming.

You got it twisted.

This here's the earth.

Full of bad and faithful.

A man's invention.

But it's the earth that's a friend of
womankind.

It's not the likes of me taking death
from you.

It's the earth.

But she can be found again if a person
looks right hard.

How? Oh, there are ways.

Man's got to learn what's possible.