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(birds calling)

- [Booker T] I was born and raised here, and my daddy before me.

I seen things in these woods no man's supposed to see.

And I know things no man's supposed to know.

These woods be a strange place.

(subtle, tense music)

My grandmama always called this place "Hole in the Wall."

"There be two worlds," she told me. "One for men

and one for magic."

And betwixt them two there'd be a hole.

Sometimes things pass through that hole

and them things she called "the enchanted."

(stick thuds)

(bird screeches) (ominous music)

(footsteps pattering)

(birds flapping)

(shotgun blasting)

- Good quail tonight, Pete.

Hey, yeah, yeah, we goin' get some supper.

Get your nose to the ground. Stay down.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Stay down, stay down.

(Booker T whistles)

(dog barks)

Good boy, yeah.

Yeah, you're all right.

You ain't good for nothing, but you still my boy.

- (mysterious voice echoing) Killer...

(water splashing)

We goin' to eat good tonight, Pete, yeah.

C'mon.

You're the most hard-headed dog.

Come on, let's go. Get to the next trap.

(birds calling) (insects chirp)

Come on, Pete. Here. Good boy.

(ominous music)

(Booker T humming)

(owl hooting)

That old owl sound like a witch on fire.

There you is. (laughing)

This rain goin' to put that fire out, witch.

(tense music)

Squinch owl on the house, sign of death.

Ain't no folks livin' there anyways.

(tense music builds)

Let's go, Pete. Come on.

(car whooshing)

(car engine rumbling)

(engine shutting off) (thunder crashing)

(birds calling) (heavy door slamming)

(footsteps crunching) (insects chirping)

(gate creaks)

(ominous music)

(owl cooing)

- That old owl's been on that trailer ever since they came.

Trailer should have been burned up a long time ago.

Now it's too late for the fire.

You keep your big mouth shut this time.

(dog whimpers)

Commence to holler, I'm gonna whip you,

you and that squinch owl.

Both be digging my grave with those stumpy foots of yours.

Lord have mercy.

You keep your big mouth shut, ya hear?

Don't want no noise outta you.

(ominous electronic music)

(truck engine rumbling)

(bird calling)

- Who you be out there?

(insects chirping)

- It's me, Royce Hagan, Mr. Booker T.

Peerce Hagan's boy, you remember?

(car door creaks)

(Booker laughs)

- You sure do favor your daddy.

That's a fact. No lie. (laughs)

You favor him, I thought you might be his ghost.

But I reckon no ghosts like to feel my skin.

- No, I don't reckon it does, Booker.

- When you come on in here?

- Ah, I just came in this afternoon.

Got my Cadillac stuck in a marsh down there a couple

of miles back and had to walk on in.

Ah, the old house is in pretty damn good shape.

I was really surprised.

- I tend to it now and then.

Besides, we so far back in these woods,

nobody be messin' 'round with it.

- Everything seems to be right there.

Lot of Daddy's old stuff, and Aunt Lilly's, too.

- Uh-huh.

This place be sort of a museum.

But I don't be changin' nothin'.

I left it be.

I just sweep and dust here and there.

Be your place to do the changin'.

Been hopin' you'd come, ever since your Aunt Lilly died.

Been a while back. What took you so long?

- Well, hey, come on, sit down.

I've been out to sea. Been ridin' freighters

around the world.

- [Booker] Hoo-whee! Ridin' those waves a long time, boy. (laughs)

Yeah.

What be your plans now that you got your foot back in sand?

(owl cooing) (insects chirping)

- I been thinkin' about cattle ranchin'.

- You got the land.

Just waitin' for those cows to come home.

- You know, Booker, I turned down a lot

of money for this land.

Can't figure out why I didn't take it.

Anyhow, somethin' brought me back here.

Might as well be cows.

And that beats not knowin' why I came

or why I wanna stay.

- Time ain't for wastin' on the whys.

Just figurin' out those whys is like a dog runnin'

after his own tail.

Leads to nothin'.

- Yeah. Well...

That's just what I've been doin', Booker,

chasin' my own tail around in a big circle.

- You reckon your heart told you to stop a while?

- I guess you could say that.

I'm gonna give it a try anyhow.

- Well, I can't tell you about your own self, Royce,

but if you're looking for a place to stop,

this here land is as close to your blood family

as you goin' to get.

Just follow your instincts, that's all.

And that's good.

- Well, I guess we'll see if my instincts do me right.

You reckon you can help me get

that old Cadillac outta the marsh tomorrow?

- I'll be takin' care of Peerce Hagan's boy, you'll see.

You be home now.

(birds calling) (cow mooing)

- [Booker] Tighten it. That's good.

(hammer strikes)

- Well, we're almost to the end of it, Booker.

- One thing about you, Royce,

ain't no gator going beat you to the party.

- Yeah? How's that?

- You ain't slowed down yet.

I left you in town last week,

all you had was a no-good Cadillac,

and now you got a pasture full

of heifers fixin' to drop calves,

and a fine mare in the crowd.

That's somethin'. Sure is somethin'!

- Yeah, well, once I make my mind up to do somethin' I tend

to act on it quick. That way, I stay interested.

Wanted to get a couple of calves in there right away

so's I can weed out the sorry cows.

'Sides, that'll gimme time to look around

for a couple of high quality bulls.

- Now that's done, how do you want the back pasture?

- That's looking all right.

Sure do appreciate you helpin' me, Booker.

- Yeah, any time you need help you just holler.

'Course, you don't know but I be might pleased

that you stayin' on here.

- Yeah? Well, now I knows it.

Come on, I'm hungry for a nice cold beer.

- [Booker] Now you talkin'!

- [Royce] You ever been married, Booker?

- No, sir.

I had a woman living out here with me a long time back.

But I took her back where she done come.

I learned then to keep my women in town.

I likes to tip in love, tip my hat and walk right out.

Don't want no woman havin' to die in love for me no more.

- But you must get lonely out here, huh?

And wish you had some nice lady around, no?

- I done told you, I tried that before

and I find it worse being lonely

and not alone than bein' lonely with just myself.

You hear what I'm saying?

- Yeah, I know what you mean about that.

- Never get used to that kind of pain.

- Hey, what's this goin' on out here?

- Whatchu mean?

- [Royce] What do you reckon this is all about?

- They come to work. Done the same with me.

They just come.

- Yeah? Well, where'd they come from?

They livin' out there on your land, ain't they?

- Ask no questions. They come, they work hard.

They don't want much.

- Well, you sure don't sound too happy about it.

How come you let 'em stay on?

- Ain't got no choice in the matter. Don't ask me no more.

- What's all that stuff about you ain't got no choice

in the matter?

You just hiding the fact you got a soft heart.

They got a name?

- Them's Perdrys.

- Say what?

- They call themselves Perdrys.

And if I was you, I wouldn't get too friendly with 'em.

- How's that, Booker, because they wear them weird clothes?

- [Booker] You heard what I said.

- Well, I'm gonna go on out there

and see what they're up to.

You comin'?

- I'm goin' home now. I'm tired.

One thing more, Royce, they be different.

You go slow on 'em, you hear?

(door opens)

(inquisitive synth music)

- Mr. Perdry, Royce Hagan's my name.

- It is a pleasure.

- Well, I see you have everything under control out here.

- There's little for my children to do here,

and we're good workers, you know.

We thought we could help you on occasion.

Surely, you can benefit from our assistance.

- I don't doubt that for a second, Mr. Perdry.

Looks like you got a pretty good crew out here.

- Oh, yes, yes.

- Well, I don't suppose it do any harm y'all workin'

if you want to.

Plenty to do around here.

All right, y'all welcome anytime.

(pensive synth music)

(tractor rumbling)

(synth music continues)

(pensive synth music continues)

(indistinct bickering)

- [Booker] You know, I must have cat blood in me.

Never get tired of fish.

And today I'm goin' fishin' and catch fish.

Anyway, all I want to know is there any water?

- Fact is it's pretty low down by the creek.

- Oh, that's nothin'. Can catch fish out of a water bucket.

- Well, here, take that with you.

It'll keep the skeeters off your neck.

And you can smoke it, too,

for my first two calves that done come.

- [Booker] Is that so?

- Yeah.

- [Booker] They doin' good?

- Yes, they're real good.

- And them Perdrys, you run 'em off the place?

- Shit, no. As a matter of fact, I kinda hired 'em on.

They helped me get

that old orange grove out there back in shape.

You were right about them workin' hard.

- You ain't gettin' too funny with 'em, is you?

- Booker, I don't know nothin' about those folks

'cept they dug and planted me a great garden.

Now they're workin' out

there like somethin' I ain't never seen before

on those orange trees.

So 'fore you go warnin' me off

of 'em again, I know they're, uh...

What, a little strange,

I guess, but I like that about them.

They're real shy, quiet. Like real backwoods, you know?

- Maybe too backwoods is the problem.

Now, I'm not saying you ought not work with 'em.

Just stay your distance and don't get too personal.

You hear what I'm saying, boy?

- All right, Booker, I wasn't thinkin' on it anyway.

I'll try not to get too personal with them Perdrys.

Well, I think I'm gonna ease on into town.

I'll see you later.

- Pick yourself up, Pete. We is goin' fishin'.

(mellow synth music)

(cow moos)

(mellow synth music continues)

(Perdrys chattering)

- Thank you, Mama.

- It sure was nice of y'all

to bring us food all the way over here.

Haven't et this good since I can remember.

(Perdrys chattering)

- Alls you do is pick flowers all day.

- And you know why?

Because all she thinks about is Royce.

- [Both] Roycie, Roycie, Roycie, Roycie.

- No.

- I told her today that we good...

- How about some more bread, Mr. Hagan?

- [Royce] Yes, ma'am.

- [Mama] Help yourself to more greens.

- Don't mind if I do.

Sure is good.

- [Mama] Twyla made them.

- You cook 'em in hog jowl?

- It could not be pork. Mr. Hagan.

We eat no meat.

- [Royce] You don't? How come?

- We don't like the taste of meat.

- Well, if you don't like it, go ahead and I'll eat it.

(all laugh)

(tractor rumbling)

- [Perdry child] Oh, look, Papa. Lookit, it's Mr. Hagan.

- [Perdry child 2] That's it, Papa. We finished our work.

- [Papa] Good. Time to go home.

We put in a good day.

- [Royce] How you makin' out?

- [Papa] Absolutely well. We've finished for the day.

- [Royce] You sure have done a fine job, Mr. Perdry.

I figured this is just about what I owe you,

and I sure do appreciate you workin' so hard.

- Oh, no, Mr. Hagan, you owe us nothing.

- Well, please take it and please call me Royce.

And that goes for you, too, you gigglers.

I'm gonna go out and look over my cows. You wanna come?

- [Perdry girl] Oh, no.

- [Royce] Boy, these two are a case, ain't they, Mr. Perdry?

- [Perdry girl] Hey, look, there's Twyla. She'll go.

- She'll go.

- You go, Twyla. You'll go.

- [Twyla] I better not.

- Oh, come on.

- Maybe she's scared just like you.

- I'll go.

- I'll have her back just after dark. Don't worry.

- Have you spoken to her yet?

- No, I did not think it necessary.

She seems to be following her natural instincts.

- That's good.

You know, I've sensed that she knows it's time

for her to leave us.

- [Royce] Are you scared?

- [Twyla] No. Can we rest a bit here?

- Sure, yeah. (insects chirping)

(cow mooing)

See 'em?

They seem to be doin' all right.

- They look so sad to be alive, so frightened.

They must know their end.

- Nah, I don't think they're ponderin' over their future.

Look at that out there.

All the grass they can eat, water to drink.

Ah, they don't have it so bad.

They're livin' for now. They're lucky.

(mellow synth music)

(ominous music)

(owl hooting)

You okay back there?

- [Twyla] Yes.

- Just checkin'.

Felt that shiver run up your backbone.

- It's that owl and the wail in the woods.

They're screaming like they know something.

- Well, what is it that they know?

- I can't say. I just feel some danger.

(cow mooing)

- [Royce] Hey, you ain't one

of them psychic people, are you?

You know, one of those people

who say they can see things before they happen?

- [Twyla] I told you before, I know nothing of the future.

I can't see things before they happen.

- [Royce] I'm glad of that.

- [Twyla] I only know the moment. I feel it.

It's a sense, like fear, it just comes.

(cow squealing)

- [Royce] You know what it is I like about you, Twyla?

You are scary.

- [Twyla] You mean I frighten you?

- Well, I don't know if that's the right word for it,

but whatever it is I like it.

Hey, isn't that Booker's truck pullin' outta there?

- [Twyla] It is.

- [Royce] Does he come by here often?

- He doesn't come to visit,

but he leaves for us things that he brings from town.

- Oh, he does, does he? Don't you folks ever go into town?

- No, we don't want to.

So it's a big help us that he brings these things.

Still, my family and I are afraid of him.

- Booker? Why in the hell be scared of Booker?

He wouldn't harm anything that wouldn't bite back.

- I don't know why. He frightens us.

But he knows this so he doesn't get too close.

- Yeah, I noticed that.

You better get on in now.

- Must happen that I see you again soon... alone.

(mellow synth music)

(bird cawing)

- [Booker] This be a clean killing. Yes, it do.

Ain't a natural thing, Royce.

Something very strange goin' on here.

Come out of nowhere, just like out of the air.

- [Royce] Well, whatever it is

that killed this calf, you think it'll be back?

- [Booker] Hmm, can't say.

Something like this be hard to predict.

- Yeah, could be it's just passin' through.

- That's right. I passed through here my own self yesterday.

And I saw that Perdry girl sittin' up on the horse with you.

- Yeah, you reckon that's got somethin'

to do with this, do you, Booker?

- I done told you to stay clear of them people.

Ain't no jokin' on it.

Now, I've been livin' out here in these woods all my life

and I tell you there's somethin' strange goin' on here.

These woods have the reputation of the power.

When I was a young'un, there used to be a conjure doctor.

Us called him The Swamper.

He used to come all the way from New Orleans

to gather roots outta these woods.

And the word passed on and my grandmama used to send roots

to conjure doctors all over the country.

That's where the name "Hole In The Wall" come from.

The hoodoo puts its name on these woods.

Peerce and Lilly knew about the strange power

these woods hold. Ain't that so?

- Yeah, I heard some of those stories, Booker,

but that stuff's like folktales that never really happened.

Anyway, what's all this got to do with the Perdrys?

- Wouldn't be a folk tale

if it be the truth turned and shaped by time.

What you got here look like a wolf done killed your calf,

and there ain't been no wolves in Florida in over 40 years.

Now, these Perdry people, they come

in here just like the wolf out of them woods.

I've been livin' here all my life

and I've seen some strange things goin' on

and these Perdrys be one of 'em.

- Yeah, well, Booker, if they be so strange to you,

how come it is you bring 'em supplies in from town?

- And what you be, a hound dog snoopin' around?

Now, I ain't saying not

to help the Perdrys get along in the world.

Just tellin' you not to let 'em get close

to your heart, that's all.

- Well, I always watch out for that anyway.

- I'll be bringing you my own gun to use.

You don't be ownin' one, does you?

- No, but it looks like I'm gonna have to get one.

- Ah, sure do.

Bad enough the calf's dead.

That just be a nasty killin' here.

Last night, I heard the wind a-howlin'

and a witch owl a-squinchin'

and I know something was happening in these woods.

Come outta the air... (bird cawing)

Out of nowhere.

(insects chirping)

- [Mama] Do you understand, child?

- [Twyla] I think so, Mama. But why?

- We were given the power to choose a new life

and that, my dear one, is a rare gift.

- Is it really true?

It's so hard to believe that we were once--

- Hush, child.

You must never let the words

of our secret pass through your lips.

You must remember this. Never! Do you understand?

- Do the others know?

- No. Only you and your father and I know.

We have told you because you're the first to leave.

Are you frightened?

- No, I don't feel afraid.

- That's good because the choice we have made

may be too difficult for us to live by,

and we must know if we have made the right decision

before the fall comes.

- How will you know it's right, this choice?

- You, Twyla. It will depend on you.

We will wait to see if you can survive

in this new life you're about to enter.

- What if he won't take me, Mama?

- He will take you. I know.

I see it in his eyes when he looks at you.

He sees you, a woman,

and a man who lives alone needs a woman.

There'll be no problem with this union.

You'll both follow your natural instincts.

Now, go to sleep. You must wake early to prepare yourself.

(horse whinnying)

(mysterious whistling)

(birds calling)

- What in the hell you doin' hidin' up there?

- [Twyla] Watching you work.

- How come you got your face all painted up like that?

- You don't like it?

- Now, I never said I didn't like it.

Well, it's just that, uh...

Well, you...

Sure have a different way of...

Well...

You know, you do look strangely nice like that.

I mean, you know, you look...

Well, you know, if you wanna watch me work,

you don't have to hide.

- I was waiting until I was ready.

- Ready for what?

- To attract you to me.

- Well now, I'd say you've done that.

(mysterious music)

And now what're you gonna do?

(mellow synth music)

(ominous music)

Twyla!

(horse whinnying)

(bird calling)

- Well, there's only one room left to paint.

- Yeah? Which one?

- That little one with all the pretty things.

- That's my Aunt Lilly's room, my daddy's sister.

Hey, you look great.

- You don't mind that I wear the Aunt Lilly things?

- Nah, you can do whatever you want

with that stuff in there. Now on, that's your room.

Wanna go for a ride?

- Great. I'll get the hackamore.

- Shoot.

You heard, Pete, you were there.

I told him about messin' with that gal.

Now he livin' with her.

No, sir, it ain't likely.

No good's gonna come outta that situation.

(truck engine rumbling)

- I can tell by that look

that you ain't all that pleased

to see my smilin' face today, Booker.

- It ain't you I ain't pleased to see. It's who you got.

- Well, looks like you been seein' me

and I ain't been seein' you.

That's why you ain't been by lately, huh?

- That's right.

Boy, this don't be funny business with that grin.

You ain't headin' for a good time like you thinkin'.

You gettin' yourself messed up with somethin'

that you don't know nothin' about.

You best be considerin'

on these things hard like I tell you.

- Come on now, Booker.

You really startin' to sound too much like a preacher,

and sometimes a cranky old preacher at that.

- You listen to what I say, boy.

I've warned you and I told you.

Now, I ain't gonna condone the fact

that you're livin' with that Perdry girl. No, sir.

- Hey, now, let's just hold this up a minute right here.

Are you tellin' me what I can do and what I can't do?

- Royce, I'm just tellin' you

what you can't see with your own eyes.

You still be a boy in some ways,

and I see you windin' up on the end

and finding yourself looking like sucker bait.

- Who the hell you think you're talkin' to here?

You telling me where I can get on and get off,

what you condone.

You ain't my daddy.

- Let's just say that I want things right for you.

You be Peerce's boy and I cradled you in my arms

when you were this big.

I may not begot you but I damn near raised you.

Now, if that don't mean jack-shit to you, well,

that don't matter 'cause you be part of my history

and that do matter.

All I want is what's good for you

and that don't include those Perdrys.

- Well, could be you're right.

Maybe I am in fact gettin' mixed up

in somethin' I don't know all that much about.

And on the other hand, I think that's just

what I like about it.

- There be some responsibilities

people never get freed of.

Things gonna happen, they happen.

That be the way of the world.

I see you don't be understandin' what I'm saying,

so I'm gonna say one more word.

I hope I never need to say

what comes betwixt you two, that's all.

- All right. That's fair enough.

All right, that's a promise. I won't be askin' you about it.

Aw, hell, why don't you just, you know, come on

and take a ride in town with me?

- No, you go on.

I got to tend these greens. I'll be busy.

- Come on by the house sometime when you can.

She ain't so scary.

(truck door slams shut)

(mellow music)

(knocking on door)

- Hey, I just wanna tell you

I'm gonna go on out to the grove now.

Oh, yeah, so you're gettin' ready to paint up this room, huh?

You gonna use all that paint in this one room?

- I don't know yet. I was just looking at the colors.

They're all so nice. I don't know which one to use.

- Well, hell, use 'em all if you want to.

Well, I'll see you later.

- Royce?

- Yeah?

- [Twyla] Who are they? (ominous music)

- Well, seems to me that must be Booker's Granny Mae,

and that one's of my daddy, Peerce.

That might be Aunt Lilly, I don't know.

- [Twyla] Who did them?

- [Royce] Beats me. Booker might know.

- May I ask you?

- [Royce] Sure.

- I would like it that you not look in this room

until I bring you here after the walls are painted.

- Yeah, okay. (laughing) I'll catch you later.

- I believe $49.95 is too much to pay for those tires.

I'll tell you, I went out there

and I had 'em mounted up on my four grams

and it is not light enough.

What happens is the mud packs in 'em like that

and they get in that mud and they just spin and turn

and throw mud and throw frogs and everything else out there.

I don't know what to think about 'em, I tell you.

I think they're too much money.

What do you think about it?

- [Charlie] I don't think I believe it.

- What?

- [Charlie] Hey, damn, aren't you Royce Hagan? Is it?

- Hey, Charlie. Hey, boy, been a long time.

- Remember Garcia?

- Garcia. - Hey, man. How you been, man?

- Wonder why old Booker didn't bother

to tell me you boys were still around these parts.

- Yeah, Booker. Well, don't see much of Booker anymore.

Booker don't like the fact I don't get my rocks

off killing animals much.

He tends to be the hermit he always was,

you know, living out there in the backwoods.

- Booker, he thinks he knows everything

there is to know about everything.

I see him every once in a while, comes

into town chasin' women or sellin' greens or somethin'.

I heard he got land-rich off

that piece your Aunt Lilly gave him.

- Oh, yeah, I reckon he did.

- Hey, you all want some beers?

- Schlitz.

- All right.

- So where you been anyway, boy?

- Well, I tell ya, ran a few blocks,

down South America a lot.

God, I missed Florida. Nothin' like it. That's good.

(all laughing)

- (Garcia) Aw, man.

- (Charlie) You know, don't you,

- your daddy and mine are probably two

of the finest huntin' guides the state of Florida's ever known.

Except for Booker.

That old leg of his never kept him outta the woods,

but he old now.

- Folks around here still big on huntin', you know.

You know Tillis Atwell?

- Oh, yeah.

- Oh, believe it,

they say he's the hottest huntin' guide

that they got around here now.

Ain't nothin' that hot about him.

He got some hot dogs, that's about all he's got is hot.

'Cept his wife,

and I'm about ready to go see her out right now.

I'll see y'all later.

(all laughing) (car engine revving)

- Have you always lived with you folks 'til you came here?

- Yes, we've tried to stay together.

- Thought you didn't remember your past.

- I know I've always stayed with my family.

- And you never have been, uh...

I mean, you never have been with a man before?

- No, I've never known a man before you.

- Where did you live before you came here?

- I've always lived here.

- And you won't let me know

too much about you, will you?

- I am ready to show you my room now.

- [Royce] Hey, is there any light in here?

- [Twyla] Wait.

(ominous synth music)

- [Royce] What is this?

- [Twyla] Did I do wrong?

- [Royce] Are you kiddin'?

I didn't know you were in here doin' all this.

I thought, you know, you were paintin' the walls.

This is really amazing.

I had no idea that you could...

Is that Pete? That's Pete, isn't it?

That must be Booker.

Let's turn on the light.

- I've never done anything like this before.

It just happened.

There's something about this room.

I felt it the first time I came in, some special feeling.

You really don't mind?

- Why would I mind? Come here and hush, let me look.

This must have taken you a lot of work to do all this.

What's all that?

How come he got his arm around that bird like that?

Is this your folks over here?

Ah, this is really beautiful.

(ominous synth music continues)

Why'd you quit?

You got a whole wall here left to paint

if you take all that stuff down.

- [Twyla] Well, I have no more pictures to paint now.

(cow mooing)

(cow squealing)

- [Booker] Royce, you in there? Get on out here.

There be another calf killin'.

- What?

Any tracks?

- Rain disappeared 'em this time.

Rain be proper fortune, you know,

if it ain't workin' for you.

- Come on, Booker, where's the calf at?

- A while yonder.

Now, why do you think old Pharaoh

doesn't think about rain

when Moses commenced to pourin' frogs on the kingdom?

If nature ain't workin' for you, you's in trouble, Jack.

- Guess I'll go see Tillis about some traps.

- Mm-hmm. (insects chirping)

I got two that might work.

Tillis, he has the rigging for this.

He got some badass trap he's done.

(rattlesnake rattling)

(kitten meowing)

(ominous synth music)

(kitten meowing)

(kitten meowing constantly)

(Twyla screams)

(cows mooing)

(truck engine rumbling)

(tense music)

- [Royce] Hey, Tillis.

- Oh hi, Royce.

How you doing? - How you doing?

- Pretty good.

- Hey, you got a minute? I wanna talk to you.

- Sure. Hey, Roy, think you can take over for a while here?

- Yeah.

- Oh, I want you to meet Royce Hagan.

You know, Peerce Hagan's son.

- Yeah, Royce, how are you?

- All right. (tense music)

I admired your dad. He was a great man.

- Let's get a drink.

Hey, how you been making out, hot shot?

- I need to borrow some traps, Tillis.

- Well, you got 'em.

What you got, foxes?

- Worse than that.

Some kind of huge dog been killin' my calves.

- [Tillis] Booker see the kill?

- [Royce] Yeah, he thinks it's a wolf.

- [Tillis] A wolf?

- [Royce] Yeah, old Booker, he tends

to be superstitious lately.

- What you figuring, a stakeout?

- Yeah. (tense music continues)

- Well, I don't believe you're gonna catch him in a trap.

- [Royce] Well, I ain't got much choice.

- [Tillis] Well, I'll tell you what to do.

You set them traps and when you get hit again, call me

and I'll bring out my dogs.

- [Royce] Might be 3 o'clock in the mornin'.

- [Tillis] Ah, don't worry about it, hotshot.

We'll catch him.

(tense music continues)

- [Mama] Are you feeling better, child?

- You have natural fears, as we all do.

But you learn to beat those fears in order to survive.

- You really believe this, Papa? I was so frightened.

I feel I failed.

- You have not failed. You have adjusted well.

- I hope so, Mama. I've been so happy with Royce.

- [Mama] And he with you. Look, he comes for you now.

- I did not want him to see me so frail.

Maybe he's angry with me.

- No, he's concerned for you.

He's confused by your disappearance.

- Go to him now.

- Yes, and believe in your strength.

- Hey, how y'all folks?

I've been looking all over for you. I was worried about you.

- He is a good man.

I hope she can make it to pass her fears.

- He seems to be understanding in his ways.

We will wait to see what happens.

Then we must make a move for the other children.

They're growing fast, you know.

- Yes.

- I don't like it when you leave the woods to go to town.

I feel really safe here with you.

- [Royce] Next time, why don't you leave me a note

before you disappear?

- [Twyla] I don't know how to write words.

(ominous music)

- [Royce] Well, we know you can make pictures,

so next time leave me a picture then of where you are.

- (Booker sings) ♪ Oh, day ♪

♪ Oh, day ♪

(fly buzzing)

♪ Oh, day ♪

♪ Oh, day ♪

♪ Oh, day ♪

(fly swatter slaps) Gotcha!

If I had my druthers, there be no flies in this camp.

If it ain't skeeters, it's the flies buzzin'

around. Good for nothin'!

Look at you,

lyin' there like you a prince

while I'm killin' the flies around you.

Talk about good-for-nothing, there you is.

(insects chirping)

I guess I'll lay myself down.

(kitten mewling)

Oh, no, Lord. Gettin' ready to be suckered again.

(kitten meowing)

I'm comin'.

Somebody done dump you out of their car.

Sure ain't no witch cat.

Now, where you done come from?

Well, I know it's bad luck to get rid of you

so it looks like I'm gonna have to raise you on up.

Cat to come with the full of the moon...

That be a sign of somethin'.

What number of lives you got left with?

I reckon way you look you used up most of 'em already.

This here is Pete.

That dog gonna be snappin' his jaws

around nothin' unless it's home-cooked.

Don't you be worried.

Maybe you'd be gracious enough

to killin' a few flies around here?

Yes, sir, they be here

buzzin' around all the summer.

Flies on the ceilin' and flies on the floor.

I hope you like greens.

(pensive synth music)

(ominous music)

(mellow synth music)

- I probably won't be back 'til suppertime.

I gotta get the grove sprayed.

I thought I'd see your folks about that.

I should have mentioned it to 'em last night

but slipped my mind.

Main thing is I gotta get up with Booker

and get those traps set 'fore nightfall.

You wanna come along?

- No, I have work to do here.

I'll wait for you.

- Yeah, all right.

You're almost balmy, girl.

I'll see you later.

And don't lay there too long drinking that coffee.

Too much of it'll give you the shakes.

(door shutting)

(cow mooing)

(ominous music)

(chickens clucking)

(vegetables clatter)

Uh-oh! What happened, you dropped somethin'?

- [Twyla] I'm sorry, I forgot to prepare food for the night.

- Don't worry 'bout it.

Y'know that one sorry chicken of yours

that don't lay no eggs?

Well, I thought maybe you might could cook her up

for me tonight and maybe you could--

(tense music)

Hey... Hey, you all right?

Twyla, come here. Twyla.

Hey, hey, come here.

(animal panting)

(calf mooing)

(tense music continues)

(calf squealing)

(birds cooing)

(horse whinnying)

(dogs howling)

Hold on, Tillis, I'll be right with you.

You awake? How you feelin'?

- What happened?

- There's been another attack.

He got by the traps.

We're goin' out after him.

You go on back to sleep.

- No, please don't go. Don't leave me alone, Royce.

- Twyla, listen, I gotta go.

Now, look, you just need some rest.

Come on, lay yourself down and try get some sleep.

- No.

- Come on.

- No, please. Please don't go.

- Twyla, I got no choice. Now, he's killin' my calves.

- I see blood in your eyes. It scares me.

- Twyla, Twyla, there's no need to be frightened.

You're just tired. Now, what you need is some sleep.

I'll get back just soon as I can.

And when you wake up,

if you're still feeling shaky, you just go on

home to your folks, okay?

(horse whinnying) (dogs howling)

(ominous music)

(dogs barking)

- Here, Tillis. Looks like they're headed out the back way.

Look at the size of that print.

(dogs barking)

(horses galloping)

(suspenseful synth music)

(dogs howling)

(dogs splashing)

(suspenseful synth music continues)

(dogs barking)

(dog whimpering)

(ominous music)

- Looks like you're gonna need some more dogs.

I'll take the horses on back

and find you in the morning.

(ominous music)

(ominous synth music)

(cat meowing)

(ominous synth music continues)

(kitten meowing)

- No... No... No.

(cat meowing) (Twyla whimpering)

- [Royce] They be tired, Tillis.

Too hot out here. Need to rest.

- [Tillis] I got the way. Put 'em in the truck.

- You stay close to Pete and he'll make no song.

Get the trail, Pete. Get the trail.

You're gonna have to move fast and quiet.

No noise with the walking. Maybe you sneak right up on it.

I'm goin' 'round the back The Hole in the Wall,

over by the old grove.

Do you know where that is?

- [Royce] Yeah.

- I'll be there.

Maybe you chase him to me and I gets the shot.

You stay close to Pete.

Don't let Pete away from your eyes or he'll sing.

Now, go on.

(ominous music)

(animal panting)

(ominous music continues)

(footsteps plodding)

(water sloshing)

(ominous music continues)

(insects chirping)

(birds flapping)

(rifle firing)

(ominous music)

(Pete barking)

- [Booker] I missed my shot, too, Royce.

- I ain't missed nothin'.

(birds flapping)

- [Royce] There he is, Booker.

- He talk no ghost talk.

But these woods do birth another just like him.

It went off that way.

Let's get Tillis and get him outta here.

- [Royce] (laughing) I'll be damned

if he don't be acting like he's deservin' the honors.

- [Booker] Told you he be a manipulator.

- Yeah, I got that bottle of whiskey tucked away somewhere.

Why don't you sit down? I'll see if I can find it.

Hey, Twyla. Twyla!

- Royce, there's somethin' I gotta tell you.

Lilly used to paint pictures in this very room.

She be gone, Royce.

- I know Lilly's gone, Booker. What are you sayin'?

- I ain't talkin' about Lilly gone.

- Oh, you talking about Twyla, right?

Yeah, I'm sure she's gone.

I told her. She'd probably be over at her folks' place.

- They all be gone.

(fly buzzing)

- You sure of that, aren't you, Booker?

Just what is it you know that I don't know?

Damn it, now, I wanna know what's goin'

on between you and them.

You got somethin' to tell me, you say it to me straight.

- Ain't nothing straight about except this.

Look around you, boy. Look hard.

Read the pictures.

The pictures tell the story.

You see? She be gone.

They all be gone.

- Yeah, you talkin' crazy, Booker.

She was here when you brought the horses back, right?

- Yes.

- She probably took the mare out.

- No, Royce. She be gone.

(ominous music)

(wind whistling)

(ethereal music)

- [Papa] Is everything hidden in the fire?

- Yes, Papa.

- And have we all agreed on the choice that we have made?

- Yes, Papa.

- [Mama] Twyla, we cannot leave

unless it is the choice of all.

- [Twyla] Yes, Mama.

- You must believe in your choice, my child.

Otherwise, it will not be possible for us

to return to our natural life.

- Now, Papa. Now, Papa.

(loud crashing)

(ominous music)

(crashing)

- [Booker] I knew them Perdrys would have to go back

to being what they was before.

They was too weak to live with us. Too much fear.

But these woods be a strange place.

Maybe someday somethin' else will come out of these woods

to try and live in our world.

Something strong, not afraid, wise to the ways of men.

Hopes we don't have no more trouble.

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)