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Ha, ha, ha.

Tossing a head through the door brings good luck.

sense of humor.

I brought you something.

Nobody ever did the likeness of me before.

Thank you.

It is Sophie to the life.

I'm going to go hang it in the bedroom right now, if it pleases you.

Oh, yes.

Mr. Constantine, may I ask you something?

Sure.

I was to make money put aside, and I was wondering what it would cost to do a

painting.

I would love to do a painting of you, Sophie.

Not me, Justin.

I'll get started on it as soon as I get my manuscript off to my publisher.

And you'll have it done in time for Harvest Home.

If it means that much to you.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Patented in 1760.

And about the most recent machine purchased for the farm.

In this land here.

It's all been farmed by hooks for almost 300 years.

Not owned, mind you.

No. Farmed.

Can't own the land.

That's what City Man's thinking.

Yeah.

Cornwall Coombe will have a bountiful harvest this year.

But it wasn't always that way.

Eight years ago, we had a waste.

A waste?

When you've seen one of them, you never forget it.

It's a drought that leaves every stalk and leaf withered, and the earth as dry

as dust.

And if corn won't grow, nothing will.

She that brought the drought made us suffer.

She?

Justin, are we talking about Grace Everdeen?

Yeah, she be the one.

How?

How could she be responsible for the blight?

Just because she went against the ways?

She was corn maiden.

Lauren McCutcheon was harvest lord like me.

It was her sacred duty to cleave to them, not curse the crops and run away.

She was an unholy disaster, that one.

She was emotionally unbalanced. Maybe she wasn't responsible for her actions.

Gracie?

Who told you that?

She weren't no more touched than you nor me.

She was evil.

That's all.

She had the devil in her.

Why else would she... Would she what?

I got chores.

That's another trace of a primitive culture.

We tend to forget how appalling existence could be during those times.

How hard a man had to labor for his food. How

difficult childbearing was.

How... How few medicines there were.

How stern the realities of life.

Who knows why Fred Minerva will let his barn burn before he put up lightning

rods. Or why the widow can cure things that a doctor can't. Or how Missy can

tell the future.

Oh, come on. You don't really believe she can do that.

Oh, Nick.

There are people who appear to be endowed with special powers.

Cassandra foretold the downfall of Troy.

Montezuma's priest predicted the coming of the white man to the new world.

There are people who... who get portents of disaster every day.

And they're often confirmed.

Maybe... maybe Missy just makes lucky guesses.

Here.

To you and me, that's just a foolish gaga doll, a quaint... Curious relic of

another time.

But to these people, it's a gardening tool.

As indispensable as a hoe and not a jot more mystical.

Nick, take my advice and put it back where you found it.

When the widow brought this, it was a...

Covered with cobwebs and beeswax.

Were those me, hmm?

Must be a century old.

She said something about a new experience.

Well, here's to old elixirs and new experiences.

Not a bad little home brew.

I am amused by its impertinence.

What do you suppose Robert's reading these days?

Well, I think it's A Tale of Two Cities. I keep hearing the words carton and

yeti.

I'll be waiting for you.

Man's got to learn what's possible.

We will return to God's big window.

Geronimo.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Well, what have I done to deserve that?

I don't know.

If you have to ask.

Mind to gather that you've finished?

Mm-hmm. The outline, anyway.

to get it off to Dave Adwell in the next mail.

Now comes nail-biting time.

I wonder if Cornwall Coombe has a gaga doll for nervous offers.

I thought we had decided. You decided, not me.

Nick, these people are our friends, our neighbors. We live here. And if we live

next door to Lizzie Borden or Jack the Ripper?

I can't help myself. Call it a compulsion and a e-day fix, whatever.

This girl, this Grace Everdeen, she just won't leave me be.

Maybe I should be jealous.

Well, I prefer jealousy to censorship.

Look, you wanted me to unfetter my creative muse. Well, that's what

I'm doing.

But if I'm going to strangle my offspring, I might just as well have

stayed on Madison Avenue.

Nick, that's not fair. Fair is a two-way street, Beth.

I am asking you... Ask something else.

You refuse.

Until you could give me a valid reason, something I could buy.

Well... I would have thought that... last night must have

proven something.

I wish you hadn't said that.

I never realized our sex life was predicated on the barter system.

birth to a girl last night?

Yeah, about time Annie Mayberry were passing over.

The Lord give it, the Lord take the way.

Balance.

Three times three, eh, Amos? Yep.

How long you been ringing those bells, Amos?

Eight groups, maybe nine, six, seven years to a rope.

Three times two for every man.

Three times three for a woman.

For Grace Everdeen, too?

Oh, no. No, not for her.

If I wanted to, though, they wouldn't let me. Not for a suicide.

Poor Gracie.

Never were a more beautiful girl.

Delicates a spring buttercup.

Before she lost her reason.

You heard that, eh?

It were pitiful.

Terrible year that was. Year lost all my sheep in the flood.

Went off to Saxony, Gracie did. Over the river.

And all our luck went with her.

Wouldn't save foot in the Lost Whistle Bridge and Lorne McCutcheon.

Him that was sick with grief being Harvest Lord, he couldn't.

But he did.

Once, anyway.

Who says?

The woman over in Saxony.

She claims they met one night on the bridge.

She's wrong.

Harvest Lord can't leave the coon, can't even touch a girl to Harvest Home in the

ways.

So she left before Harvest Home.

Wait before I come back, though.

After they'd chosen Tamar, corn maid, in her stead.

Went for Tamar, Gracie did. Liked to kill her. At least, that's the way the

women tell it.

The women?

Then you didn't actually witness it yourself.

No. No, nor any of us menfolk.

Except Lauren.

He was there.

Anyways, they got Gracie, quieted her down somehow, and sent her back over the

river. Two days later, she was found dead, drownded.

How come you're so interested?

Months ago I would have said it was the book.

Now I'm not so sure.

Maybe... Maybe Gracie's ghost is pestering me to ferret out the truth.

Maybe she feels she deserves a better resting place.

Don't say that.

Don't you ever say that.

That's a trick of hers.

We'll have to cut it.

Missy, go kill a chicken for dinner.

She's a victim, isn't she?

What's she been telling you?

Oh, nothing. We were just playing cat's cradle, that's all.

Well, thank you.

Why don't you hurry, stay and have a drink?

By the look of you, it won't be your first today.

Roy Soaks brought me this jug of his Paz Cone whiskey.

It ain't bonded, maybe, but it sure does get the job done.

It'll knock the eyes out of a rooster.

I understand that you had a little tiff with Gracie Everdeen just before she

shuffled off this mortal coil.

And if I did, what would that have to do with you?

Just trying to get the village history straight.

We can do better than talking about what's past.

A whole lot better.

Come here, you.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

You got good hands.

Artist's hands, I guess you'd call them.

Mrs. Constantine, don't let her.

Don't do this to yourself.

It's no use.

You are useless. Get out. Get out.

Get out.

Give me one of those bamboo pins.

Stop it.

Didn't you see she's dead? Let her go.

Shut up. Haven't you done enough?

Kate, darling. What happened?

Darling, Kate, I'm so glad you're all right.

Oh, what a miracle.

Mama. Oh, I can't believe it.

Mama. Mama.

Is Daddy? Are you all right?

Where's Daddy?

Where's Daddy?

Your hand.

Cat's cradle. It's a game she plays. You've seen her doing it.

Only this time she... Tamar had to cut me out of it.

Tamar. Look, I am trying to tell you what happened.

You said nothing did. It didn't.

I threw your shirt out.

Oh.

Was she really that anxious to get her hands on your body?

Beth. If you think I'm going to sew buttons on a shirt some other woman

ripped off... Nothing happened!

Of course not.

Nick, how are you? Sorry I couldn't get back to you sooner, but the reaction of

our editorial committee has been, well, mixed.

What do you mean, mixed?

Nothing to worry about. We're going ahead with the book.

You're going to publish it?

Fantastic! In fact, and this is what I want to talk to you about.

Miss Havisham would often ask me in a whisper, or when we were alone,

does she grow prettier and prettier, Pip?

And when I said yes...

indeed she did, would seem to enjoy it greedily.

Also, when we played at cards, Miss Havisham would look on with a nicely

relish of Estella's moods, whatever they were.

And sometimes, when her moods... David, this is just... Well, it's terrific,

that's all I... Hey!

No, I'm still with you.

Let me just be sure I understand.

You're going to do the coffee table, Brooke.

And besides that, you want me to write another book on the ghost of Soke

Sloansom and the Grace Everdeen story?

Right. Now, you just be sure you get some of that New England witch flavor

into it.

They're not witches, David.

But you know what I mean. Love potions, dark of the moon, secret herbs.

Come on, Nick. That stuff sounds like crazy.

What is this?

What?

You don't look at me anymore.

You're not even looking at me now.

No.

Well, why not?

Kate.

All right.

You're not behaving the way the young lord should.

I'm not behaving.

Kate getting just like the rest of them.

I hope so.

I don't want to be the way I was.

Sad all the time. And lonely.

Kate, listen to me.

Look, I'm starting to have friends.

Lots of friends.

The widow is teaching me things.

The widow.

What's happened to you, Worthy?

You didn't used to be like this.

You don't have to be now.

People want to like you.

You're the young lord.

Kate, you don't even understand.

If you think I'm going back to being lonely, you're crazy.

I am not crazy.

They are.

All of them.

Keep away from me, worthy pettinger. Kate, please.

No.

For me, you are Bane.

to leave.

Are you crazy?

Don't you know the rule about the young lord? I know. You don't know anything.

Seven years at the harvest, lord.

dressing for church where it's tithing day. I'm not going for Kate. I just want

to make sure we're alone.

It's you I want to see.

Well, sit down. Want some coffee? Mr. Constantine, you've got to help me. If

you don't, I can't leave.

Leave? I couldn't go while Kate was sick. Now that she's... Look, I'm going.

I have to. In a couple of months, I'll be able to join the Navy.

What about agricultural school?

I'll have to wait a while.

They stole the money I saved.

Who?

Should be about 70, 80 bucks there. You pay me back when you can.

Mr. Constantine, could you, uh... I mean, do you think you're going to be

planting corn next year?

What's that got to do with it?

Well, if you are, you could use a tractor.

Would you buy mine?

Yeah, but I don't want to have any cash until after I get the advance on my

book. Could you send me a check?

Sure, where?

I don't know yet.

I'll write you as soon as I find a place.

Just don't tell anybody where I am. Not anybody.

Promise?

You're one of us now, Mr.

Constantine.

This is a night, too.

Can I ask you a question?

If I can answer it, who is the mother?

Justin?

Now that Worthy's gone, let's get ourselves a new young lord,

won't we?

Can't you tell me?

I reckon it'll be Jimmy Minerva.

Should have picked him in the first place.

Beth, we can't go on like this.

I think Kate's getting better.

Way not.

Mrs. Worthy.

Does she?

Well, why didn't she think of that before he left?

What's that supposed to mean?

She called herself Worthy's friend, but where was she when he really needed her?

Off with that Minerva kid or Elsie Pounder.

A widow.

You know where Worthy is, don't you?

You shouldn't have meddled, Nick.

Not with Worthy.

Not about Grace Everett.

Don't ask me to. If I could say, don't you think I would?

We're sworn, all the women are, from birth.

And I, as a man, I too am sworn to respect the way. We're not just men,

we're the whole school. And lucky to be chosen.

Speak no more of this, Sophie.

Ready?

Special cider. Put by for a hard-working otter.

We'll drink to the best model in Cornwall Coombe.

The biggest, anyway.

I was down at Lost Whistle Bridge this morning.

Catch any fish?

Uh-uh.

Just an idea.

I don't think Grace ever didn't kill herself.

Ten-year-old child couldn't drown in that river.

Could she swim?

River's high this year.

Meaning? It was low that year.

Riverbed's all full of rock.

You hit your head on one of those.

I guess so.

Yeah.

Yeah Yeah Playing games, huh?

Come on. Come on. I know you saw me from the window.

Why'd you get back?

Come see me This is it

show and tell

Ditched up his mouth with their canvas needles and twine.

Women been nursing him ever since.

When did this happen?

Night of the bad storm.

I saw him.

I saw him that night.

Why aren't they in jail?

Can't get at him.

What do you mean can't? They're guilty, aren't they? Who'd talk to the police,

Jack?

Well, he could write down what happened. He could...

But he'll be all right with care.

Won't you, Jack?

Sure you will.

Nearly a man, something more, can come out just fine.

Pump me a basin of water, would you, Nick?

I want to give him a shave before I put on his medicine.

What will Jack do now?

I'm going to go back to peddling. Well, we'll take good care of him.

Glitter.

You want to talk to me, don't you?

Is

that all?

Except that I love her.

More than I...

philandering. You've got to pay the price. Nothing happened.

I believe you. Told Beth so.

Reason she's so upset is on account of that other time in New York.

Talk to you, huh?

You want to come in for a cup of tea?

Weber's, 1B.

Is there any other kind?

Always wanted what she couldn't have.

Like Lauren McCutcheon?

Uh-huh.

Except she got him in the end.

Oh, and got Auburn.

Did she?

Yeah.

But wasn't Lauren McCutcheon engaged to marry Grace Everdeen?

You're most curious about Grace, aren't you?

Well, Lauren McCutcheon is Harvest Lord.

In love with Grace since he was a boy.

Head over heels.

In love with him?

Loved. She let him on and got rid of him. Just walked away.

Well, maybe the reason she killed herself had something to do with...

Grace was nothing but grief around here. She was corn, mate.

Supposed to bring happiness and prosperity to us all.

Then started carrying on, unseemly.

Made the corn blight.

You told me that.

Grace was blight.

After she ran away, they picked Tamar, the corn maiden, in her place.

And Lauren McCutcheon started drinking so badly that he got himself killed by a

car in Saxony one night.

I thought the Harvest Lord wasn't allowed to leave the coon.

Well, that was after his seven years with us.

So, Lauren didn't fall off a barn.

Where'd you hear that?

I don't know. I just heard it.

Well, you heard wrong.

How could that be?

Understandable. Folks around here just as soon forget about the whole thing. It

was easy to believe that Lauren McCutcheon fell off a barn than... Well,

easier than the truth.

Don't worry too much about that.

You... Don't.

You'll find out why soon enough.

I'll call your shrink.

I don't need her.

You need something.

I have what I want.

What I wanted.

I'm pregnant.

I'm the one. I hate so bad.

How

long

have you known?

The night of Kate's accident.

I'm sorry I slapped you.

I hope I fought you.

I just thought you didn't want me anymore, that you didn't need me.

Not me.

I was afraid.

It was the night she gave us a mead, wasn't it?

Not mead.

Elixir.

The eternal return.

Our baby will be born in the spring.

Sewing machine.

Gonna die without having one.

Ah, Nick, thank you.

Well, I wanted to do something.

It's been so good to us, to everyone.

Things better to home, hmm?

No, very well.

The CIA that operates in this town.

Tea.

With the elixir?

You did arrange that, didn't you?

Arrange what?

The dancers in the field.

Was it Justin and Sophie?

Or Tamar?

No, what are you talking about?

Okay, okay.

It was the harvest lord and the corn maiden. The woman in the veil.

The woman. Is she the mother?

That's a puzzle for you to put your mind to, Nick.

When you figure it out, you'll know the most of it.

And Grace Everdeen?

No puzzle to Gracie.

Maybe not a puzzle, but something. People keeping a secret.

There are some secrets.

You'll learn to leave being it, Constantine.

Like what?

What? No man knows?

No woman tells?

Another puzzle?

I think I've got it.

Have you? Mm-hmm.

You women, it's, um, you have some kind of, I don't know, a club, a society,

something.

And the sewing circles, they're really needy.

And the mother, she must be like the president of the club.

Who is the mother widow? You?

Nope.

Does that belong?

Object to that?

I guess... I'm not sure. We've always tried to share things.

No woman shares everything, Nick.

Like you forgot.

What? Why, the husk indeed.

And the cordon play after.

Of course, I just forgot it was tonight, that's all.

Well, you won't forget after you've been here a year or two.

I think I'll go see if there's any mail.

Rick?

The painting you're doing of Justin, is it nearly finished?

Nearly.

You think you'll have it on my harvest home?

Boy, I don't know.

It's only about a week away.

Please. You promised.

You promised.

And you'll have it.

Quite a few today, Mr.

Constantine. Mostly bills, no doubt.

Yeah. A couple of personal letters, though.

One for your wife.

He should be the one to suffer, not us.

Worthy's kin.

Shunned.

Keep on choosing, young lords, about a sheep.

Dear Mr.

Constantine, I'm in Hartford now.

I've written down my address at the top of the page.

I'm using the name Smith.

I'm working, but not for long.

I only have five weeks to wait, then I can get into the Navy without my

parents' permission.

I don't miss the Coombe, but I'd like to see you again and Kate.

Thank you.

Thanks so much, and I just go right, right, right, right, right, right,

right.

In the beginning, the land was virgin.

And then the plow entered the earth to make the corn.

The furrow was turned.

The seed was planted.

And the earth was fulfilled.

Willingly, the earth received the seed.

The seed sprouted and put forth its leaf.

Rain and sun and their changing but never-ending cycles.

nourished the crop, and it was good.

And there was snow, and wind, and the earth slept.

But beneath her cold white pillow lay a secret, and under her blanket a

hope.

For a time, the earth held the old lord in her slumbering embrace.

And then once more, the earth threw aside her blanket.

And once more it was planting day.

The Lord who had been the young Lord but now was harvest Lord rose before our

eyes. Strong, young, beautiful.

And so it will continue forever.

The eternal return.

and he'd go round the floor with a big foot up and a little one down. Get home

and swing him around.

Swing and run with lady fair. Circle to the left, go round the square.

Circle left on a heel and toe.

Reverse back the other way round. Circle to the left, go round the town.

Get home and when we're there, get couples, chain across.

Turn the girls and it'll get lost. Chain the ladies back again. Turn the girls

and then you're gonna join hands. Circle to the left.

Circle left, go round you go. Circle to the left on a heel and toe. Circle to

the left till you get back home. And then head to toe. Rattle that through.

Turn the girl and rattle that through. The other way back and turn the girl and

join hands.

Circle to the left. Circle to the left, go round you go. And reverse.

Circle to the right. Circle to the right, go round the ring. And a

rooster's crow and a bird is singing. Circle to the left, go round you go.

Circle left on a heel and toe. And a rattle left with the old left hand.

Part two right with a right. Left, right.

Beth, that's our daughter.

She's 15 years old. Look at her. She's not doing anything wrong.

I said leave her be.

She's having a good time.

A good time?

With all these wonderful, clean-living people of yours, huh?

Nick, I said leave her be.

Kate.

Musking bee.

Cornflake.

We could swim if you want.

Get away.

Don't you want to?

That freaky kid of yours. That freaky doll of hers. That dance.

It's just a country dance.

An old country dance.

Part of Harvest Home.

Harvest Home.

You don't even know what that is.

Do you?

You want to.

Don't you?

It's this.

Celebrate this.

The mother.

The mother?

Oh, haven't you ever smelled her perfume?

On a stale summer night.

Haven't you ever ate?

Would you like something to eat?

Hey,

honey, about last night, uh... It's okay, Daddy.

Mom, I will tell Maggie we'll be ready in a few minutes.

Great.

Going somewhere?

Saxony. Do some shopping. Maggie's going with me.

I'm going to take Justice's portrait over there a little later.

Just need a few last touches on it.

Good.

Okay, I was drunk.

I was hammered out of my skull.

It won't happen again.

Oh, damn it, say something.

What's there to say?

Something, anything.

All right.

You live it down.

It'll take some time, maybe not that much.

People here can be very understanding.

Well, wait a minute here.

What I did may have been wrong, but... As long as you take them the way they

are.

Accept the village.

Accept the customs.

I have been trying to.

The way they are.

No more interfering and no more prying.

Okay?

Thank you for finishing making time.

I'll get Justin.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

This morning.

What went on last night? What all your fault?

Boys made it up among them. They set out to see you really hung one on.

Well, I really did.

Guess they're still pretty sore at me, huh?

Won't last, though.

They don't really care for themselves.

But they may have trouble getting over.

Now you've thumbed your nose at the ways.

The ways.

I don't think I'll ever understand the ways.

I don't think I want to.

You'll learn.

Not hard.

Simple, mostly.

Food comes from the earth.

Earth has to be reverenced.

The mother?

Didn't you figure it out yet?

What went on the night that you drank the widow's mead?

You know more about that than I do.

You must have put it together by now.

Who the woman was?

Sure I have. Sophie.

It wasn't Sophie.

Come on.

She wasn't the woman, Nick.

Why should I believe you?

Because I'm telling you the truth.

You didn't before.

Before?

Grace Everdeen.

You said that the river was low that year and she was killed on the rocks.

She was.

Amos told me there was a flood then.

All the sheep drowned.

Amos is old.

Gets befuddled.

Best we get back to that now.

And no more pride.

Okay?

Befuddled? Who says I'm befuddled? Amen.

Shh. You're in church. Hello where you was. Maybe you got the years mixed up.

Never. I was told that there was drought the year she died.

Think I'd make mistakes about something like that? I'd tell you Gracie were

drownded. It were after the drought.

Anybody could be wrong about something like that. Ain't anybody. Neither was

she. You, you.

Alright.

Amos? Amos?

That's her. That's Grace.

What about the grave?

Told me to hold it with the tome. Water filled it. That's her dug.

Couldn't leave her there in the cold and dark and damp. Bad enough she drowned it

once. I wasn't going to let her drown it again.

Not my Gracie.

She never did nothing wrong.

So pretty she was.

Pretty and tiny.

Delicate.

Lights a fairy, the way she moved.

The way she moved.

Amos.

She never knew how much... How much she missed me. Grace

was small, Amos?

Delicate's a flower.

Not big.

Ungainly.

Gracie, look at the coffin.

I'm sorry, Amos.

I have to do this. No, you can't. You can't. No.

No!

You don't have to take my word for it.

Mind you, I'm not accustomed to being called a liar.

Mrs. O'Byrne, I didn't call you a liar. You'll be able to see for yourself.

Pretty, they called her?

Very.

Only as a horse.

What kind of pretty little girl would wear a thing like that?

Grace's? You don't reckon it's mine, do you?

No, no, I don't.

Uh, her other clothes?

Not satisfied yet.

Still think there was a wee wraith of a girl wearing size 11 shoes.

If I could... You could.

If you're satisfied, Mr. Constantine, I can offer you a glass of iced tea.

I never noticed that when I packed Grace's things.

Now, what... I know.

There was a box in her room, and I...

I

heard she was engaged to be married before she turned up here.

What a dress of that size.

I always thought she was pregnant to that boy

from the coom, the one she was engaged to.

Not that I ever say anything, mind you.

But I was sure that's why she was going to the doctor so much.

What doctor?

Saxony's not New York, Mr. Constantine. There's only one.

I could get to see you at all, Doctor.

Truth is, I'm glad you came in.

I've been very anxious to find out how your daughter is.

She's fine?

Incredible.

Mr. Constantine, that girl was dead.

I know she was.

What that woman did, well, made me feel like a quack.

Tracheotomy, I heard.

It's incredible.

I wish your wife was understanding.

Well, I'm sure she is by now. It's just... Well, actually, she was a little

upset that day.

She still is.

I tried to call her a few times.

Wanted to tell her how sorry I was about what happened, give her the results of

her pregnancy test.

She hung up on me every time.

But, of course, by now she knows, doesn't she?

Knows what?

That she's not pregnant.

Not pregnant?

Negative. The rabbit's still alive.

She looks pregnant.

Well, likely it's just that she wanted a baby so much she's acting out the

symptoms.

Hysterical pregnancies are fairly common with women her age and background.

Doctor, I'd like to find out if she can get pregnant.

Why wouldn't she be able to?

I had the mumps a few years ago. Now you've got me wondering.

Simplest thing in the world.

me his truck book down. We've got to go for more wood. Hope he borrowed the

station wagon. I mean, if you're not using it. Well, I'm not, but he'll

bother us, baby.

You know where he is?

No.

Oh. Well, anyhow, I hope he gets back in time for killing night.

Yeah. Yeah, I hope he does.

I don't know, Mr. Constantine.

It's, uh, it's not exactly ethical.

Grace Everdeen is dead, doctor.

And I promise I won't use your name.

By this talk, she became mentally unbalanced.

That's understandable.

You see... Excuse me.

Yes?

All right, Hazel.

Your test results are ready. My nurse is going to slip next door and pick them

up.

Thank you.

Grace?

She had acromegaly.

Acro-what?

Megaly. A pituitary disorder.

Hereditary and particularly prevalent among Swedes.

Grace's mother was Swedish.

It can be treated if you catch it in time.

Grace came to me for two months, then she went away.

By the time she came back, it was too late.

The disease was out of control, poor girl.

What do you mean, out of control?

Well, you see, acromegaly victims develop amazing strength.

They display unbalanced behavior, aggressions, delusions, depression.

In extreme cases, and Grace was one of them,

Giantism.

Does that mean what it sounds like?

She grew from five feet to nearly seven.

Her hands, her feet, enormous.

But most of all...

Mr. Constantine, are you alright?

Jack, there's something I have to tell you.

I saw the ghost of Soaks Lonesome, too. The one you saw, the skull in the tree.

Easy, easy, easy. Take it easy, Jack.

There's more to tell you, and then I want you to tell me.

You can.

You have to.

The ghost, Jack.

It's Grace Everdeen.

She didn't commit suicide. The Soaksers must have killed her, bashed her head

in. But why, Jack?

Why?

Peace.

Who were nursing you?

You see this on you?

The widow Shears.

She lost them.

If I, uh... Okay, okay, I'm... All right, I'm gonna go to the state police.

I'll tell them the story. Will you confirm it?

All right, good. I'll, uh... Okay, right, right.

Okay, now I... First, I gotta get my wife and daughter out of here.

I'll pick you up on the way out of town.

And then we'll make sure they get what they deserve, all of them.

to talk to you, too, about Tamar Penrose.

Okay, okay, we'll discuss that later. Right now, I have got to get you and

Kate away from here. I am not going anywhere, and neither is Kate. Kate,

don't you understand?

Some of these people are monsters. They're killers. That's why they've been

so damn secretive.

Now, let's not waste any more time talking. Let's get Kate and get out

here. No.

This is where I belong. This is my home.

This is where my baby is going to be born. Hey, listen to me. I don't want to

listen to you. You've got to.

A baby.

It won't be, boy.

What? Ever.

But I'm pregnant. No, you're not. You can't be. I am sterile.

I have been ever since I had the mumps. I just found out this afternoon.

No, darling. It's because you want them so much. I'm sorry.

Constantine, leave her be.

Go to hell!

You'll bear a child in the spring, Death.

It is prophesied to come here.

Let me tell you about your beloved Mary Fortune.

About what she did to Jack Stump.

She cut his tongue out.

With these.

And there's more. Much, much more. That club, that society that you think so

much of.

They murdered Grace Everdeen on Harvest Home seven years ago.

You're a fool, Nick Constantine.

I pity you.

Come on, Beth.

We'll go now.

Wait!

Understand this.

She bears as a woman bears, as your wife shall bear.

But a woman is mortal and dies.

She does not.

She is ever present, ever fruitful.

She is the mother.

Let us pay her tribute. Let us serve her.

May the Lord preserve the mother as she preserves us.

And lest it be known, from this time forth, the man you see

here is an outcast.

We'll turn our backs on him and shun him. He is forbidden to all.

Wake up.

Maggie.

I'm sorry. They wouldn't let me in any earlier.

What time is it? A little before 11.

Lamb chops, potatoes, and peas. I hope you don't mind. Maggie, I've got to get

out of here.

Well, of course you do.

It's ridiculous having you locked up like this.

Constable Zalman is not particularly receptive right now.

I'll talk to him first thing tomorrow. I can't wait until tomorrow. I've got to

get to Beth and Kate tonight. Now help me, Maggie.

Nick, you don't understand this town the way I do.

You've got to be patient.

First thing tomorrow.

Tonight, Maggie. I've got to get out of here tonight.

Why? Because it's Harvest Home.

What has Harvest Home to do with it?

I'm not sure.

I do know it has something to do with some of the women and a clearing in the

woods and whatever it is, I've got to get Beth and Tate out of here.

You've got to get out of here too, Maggie. You've got to take Robert and

just get out. You are a fool, Nick Constantine.

A stupid.

meddling fool.

Did you forget I was born here?

Of course the women go to Soaks Lonesome tonight, only not some of them.

All.

And that's why you're staying here.

Tonight is not for you or any other man.

The Soaksers keep them away from the woods.

But Beth and Kate will be there.

That's where you're wrong, Maggie.

I saw them dragging Beth away. She was fighting.

Really?

Why don't you just have your dinner and let...

Three

times three?

A woman...

If not, if we do what we must now.

Take her away.

No!

No!

No!

How could she do it?

Sophie!

Sophie!

in the church.

You get me out of here and I'll tell you. You can't.

Tonight's the harvest home.

Your man's allowed to be out after midnight's near that now.

Please, I have to know what happened to Gracie. Where is she?

Amos, help me.

Gwydion. What?

Gwydion Benrose.

Remember what I told you about him.

This house looks like a post office now.

Scape tunnel run, clear course common, but come up in the root cell of his

barn. The church is down.

All right.

It was a long way for him.

I began to think I would do it today.

It was a long way for him, I said, for he had nothing to uphold him on the

journey.

Wasn't he fed, poor thing?

and it must be done on the spot.

You didn't care for that happiness in the least, said Dora, slightly raising

her eyebrows and shaking her head. When you were sitting by Miss Kidd... Who's

there? Kidd, I should observe. Nick,

I'm glad you came over.

Well, sit down.

Pour yourself a drink. Where are the keys to your car?

What? I need a car. Mine's not here. Nick, I wish you'd sit down. Where are

the keys?

All the cars are parked behind the commons, locked.

Always on Harvest Home.

Nick, take my advice. Go home.

Stay out of sight.

I have to get the police.

Are you crazy, Nick?

You don't understand.

There are so many things you don't understand.

Why do you think they let you come here?

They need you.

They need new blood.

Children.

Go home. Stay there.

They got back.

Listen to me, Nick.

All the roads are blocked. The soaps is a paper. Patrol the forest to keep you

out. You don't have a chance again. I have to try.

You're a fool, Nick.

Do you want to end up like me?

Oh, my God.

Seven years ago, I had to find out, too.

I had to try to learn what no man may know, no woman tell.

That Nick no man has known.

Not since the dawn of time.

What did you see?

I sit here.

cared for like a baby.

And I'm afraid, afraid to speak out.

I'm afraid I shouldn't even be talking to you now.

They could kill me.

Robert, what do they do?

I don't know.

It caught me before I found out.

You shall know. You shall know.

Remember him well this night and forever.

Remember him well, the farmer Justin Hook.

I know.

Maybe you better have, dear.

Thanks.

Isn't it a lovely day for a picnic?

It certainly is, Mrs. Constantine.

Well, if it isn't the Harvest Lord.

Picnic basket ready to take out?

Almost. Not quite.

Morning, Squirt.

Morning. Want to see the shirt I sold for you?

Isn't it for my birthday?

Yeah. I can wait.

I can.

Maggie, if she's almost ready.

Sure thing. Thanks.

Kate sure is filling out.

She'll make a lovely call, Nathan.

And speaking of filling out, Missy says that it will be a boy and that his name

should begin with J.

I thought maybe Joshua.

There. I like that.

Well, you're all set.

Almost.

I will be a minute.

No hurry.

Oh, Nick, dear, you haven't eaten your breakfast again.

Didn't I cut it up small enough for you?

There.

There.

Won't you try a little bit now?

No?

You know best how hungry you are.

Darling, I do wish you'd come with us on such a lovely day.

Robert's coming?

Well, another time.

I won't be long, darling.

And tonight I will make some liver for you for dinner, just the way you like

it.

What am I thinking of? I almost forgot.

in spite of all these obstacles.

How do you do?

My dear Traddles, said I, I'm delighted to see you at last, and very sorry I've

not been at home before.

But I've been so much engaged.

Yes, yes, I know, said Traddles, of course.

Yours lives in London, I think.

What did you say?

She, uh, excuse me, uh, Miss D, you know, said Traddles, colouring in his

great delicacy.