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The land my father owned,
a thousand acres...

paid for no encumbrances.
It was as flat and fertile...

black and exposed as any
piece of land on the face of the earth.

Covered by a beautiful dome sky...

it seemed to me that when I was a child,
it was the centre of the universe.

I was eight when I first saw
the farm in the world this way.

I remember Sunday afternoons,
and the long leisurely drives...

my sister, Rose, who I adored,
sitting against me in the back seat...

my mother and father and baby sister,
Caroline, in the front.

Their voices were unhurried
and self-confident...

and our lives seemed secure and good.

The next year, my mother died.
Her name was Marion.

May, Daddy called her.

She died before she could confer on us...

that my father was only a man,
like any other...

with habits and quirks,
of ever-shifting moods...

good judgement and bad.

Caroline moved to Des Moines after school.

Rose and I had lived on this land
all of our lives.

We never imagined living anywhere else.

There were three houses on our farm.
My father lived alone in the biggest one...

the house where he was born,
and where we all grew up.

Rose lived directly across the road
with her husband, Pete, and their two girls.

My house was a quarter of a mile
up the road.

A 10-minute walk every morning
to cook breakfast for my father.

Daddy?

Daddy?

Daddy? What are you doing out here?

It's after 6:00, Daddy.
You weren't in for breakfast.

Yeah.

Couldn't keep that sister of yours...

off these grates when she was small.

No matter how much we whipped her,
she was always over here...

- poking things through the holes.
- I remember.

All this land was underwater,
every last bit of it...

the first time my great-grandfather
came out here, Ginny.

Took him 25 years...

to lay the tile, dig the drainage wells.

No machines. He did it all by hand.

- No such thing as luck.
- They made their own.

They made their own.

Your mother loved every acre of it, Ginny.

Look, that must be Harold out there
on his new tractor.

There's no fool like an old fool.

So when's Harold's little party?
Noon. It's not going to be so little.

Probably have to bring our own liquor.

You're going to be there, aren't you?

I believe I will. As a matter of fact...

I'm going to have a little surprise
for you and your sisters.

We haven't much time.

You better shower.

- Smells good.
- I'm going ahead with Ginny.

All right.

You missed one there.

Is it that ugly?

I didn't mean it like that.

- I'll take the girls, okay?
- Okay.

- Hey, Rose.
- Hi. The girls are coming with Pete.

Tabouli.

- What did you make?
- Swiss steak. For the prodigal son.

You look pretty.

Nothing like a scandal
to make me feel better.

What's more surprising...

Jess showing up out of the blue,
or Harold throwing a party for him?

Isn't the party for his tractor?

Harold, what have you got there?

It's a 9350, top of the line.

Built by Steiger, so you know it's reliable.

Case International bought them out...

and they turned that ugly green
into this nice red.

Got a tape player up there, so I can
listen to Bob Willis while I'm ploughing.

Go on, fellows, take a look. Come on.

Maybe later.

- Hi.
- Hey, there.

Hon, look at that.

Sure is nice to be home again,
ain't it, Jess?

He's got no plans of going back, neither.

Trying to talk me into
ploughing them 10 acres of my beans...

so he can try this,
what do you call that, organic farming.

Organic farming.

Jess Clark returned home after
leaving without a word at the age of 17.

His father, Harold,
put on a big welcome for him.

I think most people turned up
out of curiosity...

but nobody asked him why he'd come back,
or even where he'd been.

What is this, Ginny?

I was just glad to see him.

I bet that's Marlene's ambrosia.
She likes to-

- Wow. What do we have here?
- Jess!

- It's the Cook girls.
- It's the pest.

You got it.

- So, where's little Caroline?
- Little Caroline?

Do you know, Jess, she's a lawyer now,
down in Des Moines.

She's going to get married
this fall to another lawyer.

- Caroline? Married?
- She's not a baby, Jess.

According to Daddy,
it's almost too late to breed her.

You know,
sows and heifers and empty chambers...

- it's a whole theoretical system.
- Larry's still like that?

You shouldn't think something's changed...

just because you haven't
seen it for 13 years.

I guess you remember that Rose
always says what she thinks.

And I remember you used
to like your mum's Swiss steak.

- I haven't eaten meat in seven years.
- And you've come back?

Hey, Rose.

Look, it's Eileen Dahl, Ginny.
I should go say hello.

You'll starve to death around here.

Let's see.

I guess I won't.

- Watch your step, Daddy.
- Yeah.

Here's Caroline now.

And my husband, Ty. You remember him.

Hello, Ginny.

- How you doing, Jess?
- Good to see you, Ty.

- You must be Jess. I'm Caroline Cook.
- Yes, I know.

- You probably don't remember me.
- Yeah, I do.

It's nice to see you again.

- Are you staying the night?
- Daddy's.

I'm going to go fix him a plate.

Ty, give me a hand.
Excuse me.

That's Rose's husband, Pete.
I don't think you ever met him.

And the girls? Yours?

No, Rose's. They're home for the weekend.

They go to a boarding school
in West Branch.

You were gone before Rose had them.

- And your kids?
- No, we don't have any.

I wonder how much he paid for it.
It's a big outfit for a guy his age.

Daddy was the most respected man
in the county.

No farmer within 50 miles...

would make a decision
without first consulting Larry Cook.

Caroline came home every third weekend
to visit him. They were always close.

Somehow, she seemed to understand
him better than Rose and I did.

Our farm has been
in the Cook family for 100 years.

Provided us with a fine living.

In my lifetime, it's become
the most valuable property in the county.

If I died tomorrow...

you girls would be
lumped with all those inheritance taxes...

giving the government money for nothing.

- Coffee, Daddy?
- So there you have it.

- I have a plan.
- What's the plan?

We're going to form a corporation.

And you girls are all going to have shares.

You girls, and Ty, Pete...

you'll run the show.
You'll each have a third.

Well?

- What do you say?
- It's a good idea, Daddy.

It's a great idea.

I don't know. I want to think about it.

You don't want it, my girl, you're out.

Simple as that.

It was no use telling him
that Caroline hadn't turned him down.

She'd just expressed a doubt.

She'd spoken as a lawyer,
when she should've spoken as a daughter.

But my father's pride had been injured.

And we all understood that something
important had just happened.

Who'd ever thought Larry would do
something like this? I can't believe it.

If he doesn't change his mind,
I want a hog-confinement building.

And I want it air-conditioned, too.

They've got these automatic flush systems...

so one man can keep the place
clean all by himself, no trouble.

How are we going to pay for it?

The bank will roll out the carpet for us.

- You mean borrow?
- Sure.

We get a good breeding line
of our own going...

we can put those babies up for adoption.

Everybody wants one.

I'll say, "Yeah, Jake, but
you got to feed them with your own spoon...

"and let them sleep
on your side of the bed. "

He'll say, "Sure, Ty, anything.
I've already started his college fund. "

This is where we stop working for your dad,
Ginny, and start working for ourselves.

It'll be our place, our way of doing things.

You know, sleeping here
is only going to make Daddy madder.

Daddy changes his whole life overnight.

Take it while it's on offer.

He's a farmer, Rose.
He doesn't know how to be anything else.

Do you remember...

I was just remembering it.

Before Mummy died,
guess you were about five...

and you said, "When I grow up...

"I'm not going to be a farm wife. "

And she laughed, and she asked you
what you were going to be.

And you said, "A farmer. "

I don't remember Mummy, you know that.

Anyway, I was five.

- Sweet dreams.
- You, too.

I know it,
and he knows I know it.

- And that's why he's so pissed off at me.
- What should I give him, a pie or a cake?

- Hi, Sadie.
- Hi, Ginny.

Give me one of those apple cakes.

I'm going to get this, okay?

Just come along, come up...

give him a hug and a kiss and say,
"I'm sorry, Daddy. "

It's too late. I spent the night at Rose's.

- Just ignore that part.
- Well, he won't.

If he mentions it, just say,
"I was afraid you were mad at me, Daddy. "

- I hate that little-girl stuff.
- I know.

Caroline, this is important.
He's handing over his whole life.

Can't you understand that?
We have to receive it in the right spirit.

Please, just do it this once.
It's the last time, I promise.

I don't know, Ginny.

I will try, okay? Now, don't be mad at me.

- Now, why can't you say that to Daddy?
- Here you go, Ginny.

Thanks.

It's 10 acres of gladiolas,
80,000 bulbs an acre.

- Thanks.
- I'll pass.

Well, 1,000 hogs farrowed
are conditioned to eat.

800,000 gladiolas? Oh, Pete.

You should hear yourself sometime.

- Ginny. How's it going out there?
- Where did you spring from?

I just thought you might want some help.
I was making coffee.

Here, Jess, let me do that.

Things are moving pretty fast.

Never thought of Daddy as being
a creature of impulse before, but...

I don't think things will change much, really.

It's going to be fine.

Change is good.

Yeah, I'll be sitting here watching
other people work while you're out there...

working your tractor, trying to pay it off.

All right, Kenny, let's go to it.
Now is the time.

Just a moment, Larry.

Okay, Ken, let's get on with it.

I couldn't believe that Daddy was
actually dividing the farm in half...

and signing it over to Rose and me...

leaving Caroline out completely.

My first impulse was to call her,
but they had fought before...

not spoken for days, and then come back
together as if nothing had happened.

The pectorals, that's right.
Now, push against my hands.

There you go.

All right now, the other way.
Push against my hands.

- There, you feel that?
- Yeah.

That's good. All right.

I still feel lopsided.

You will for a while, Rose.
It's par for the course.

Maybe I should have
the other one off for symmetry.

I want to buy something pretty.

I want to do stuff
I've stopped myself doing. You know?

Mummy dying of exactly the same thing,
I didn't think I had a chance.

Rose.

No, I thought it'd get me for sure.
I know it's only the three-month check...

and there's the six-month, and the one-year.
But I believe him, Ginny.

I'm going to be okay.

What are you doing? Get the ball!

- Come on, Pete!
- Hit it.

Come on, Scotty!

Pete, throw it. Throw it, Ginny.

You are pitiful.

So, then they hold me down, they shave
off my beard and all my hair.

I never figured out why they
didn't turn on the lights.

The next day, I hitched a lift
into Spokane, and when I get out...

the guy leans across to me and whispers,
"I hope the chemotherapy's a success. "

- Rose, I'm sorry, I forgot.
- Don't be.

I didn't have chemo. I had it lopped off.

- He doesn't want to know, Rose.
- No, that's okay.

I got to keep the other one.

All I have to do is wink when I look
in the mirror, and forget it ever happened.

Waterworks.

I used to hitch between
Muscatine and Davenport...

- with this band I played with.
- You had a band? What'd you play?

Guitar, acoustic.

- He was good.
- Thank you.

Anyway, I got a lift this one night with
this guy and his wife. They were hippies.

- Don't tell this story.
- They were driving this VW van...

with these two Afghans
and a cat in the back.

So, they pull over to the side of the road,
and we smoke a joint.

- And the wife, Lucinda-
- Pete.

- She takes me in the back-
- With the Afghans?

Ties me to this spare tire,
mounts the dogs on the back seat...

- so they got a good view.
- It gets worse every time he tells it.

She fucks my brains out.

That woman could suck a golf ball
through a garden hose.

Pete, take your turn.

So, are you sticking around here or what?

- Harold and organic farming?
- Organic farming?

You heard from Caroline?

- I've got to call her-
- Dad's coming around.

I could maybe start with an acre or two.

What are you going to plant? Wheat grass?

Oh, man.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

You drove by and then you drove back.

I just came back to see
what you were doing.

I was reading a magazine.

Why is Ty cultivating that field?

- They done planting the beans?
- Almost, I think.

Daddy, why don't you come
to the house for supper tonight...

and then you can ask Ty yourself?

Do you want anything before I leave?

Well then, I'm going now.

Okay?

He was there when I went to Pike
for bread, and there when I got back.

Perfecting that death's head stare...

will be his lifework from now on,
so we better get used to it.

I'm sorry.

Why is this kitchen so crowded
all of a sudden?

If you're not cooking,
why don't you go outside?

- Where's Pammy?
- Outside.

Come on, guys, I'll show you
what I'm building.

Rose, isn't it your turn
to have Daddy for dinner?

No, I fed him earlier.

Pammy, honey,
why don't you come on in the house?

Hello?

- Is Daddy okay?
- Caroline, are you in Des Moines?

No, I'm in Pike.

Are you okay?

You never called me, Ginny.
Why didn't you call?

Well, you didn't think
I was mad at you, did you?

What was I supposed to think?
That you just forgot about me?

It's a madhouse here,
I can hardly hear you.

I need to talk to you, Ginny.

Honey, we've just started supper.
Why don't you come out here?

No, I'm not going to the house.

- Come on, sweetie.
- What about the river?

Ginny, I need 15 minutes of your time.

All right, okay.

All right, I'll be right there.

- You know where Daddy was yesterday?
- No, why?

He was in Des Moines.

Daddy never goes to Des Moines.

He did. He came to my office.

I wasn't there, I was in New York.

- They said he was acting weird.
- Weird, how?

Gawking at everyone, and throwing
his head around in a weird kind of way.

I don't know, weird.

He'd probably been to a bar,
you know and then-

- He was drinking and driving?
- Sounds like it.

- You can't let him do that.
- I can't stop him.

Take away his keys.

It's not funny.

It's a pretty funny idea,
taking away his keys.

Besides, he doesn't have anything to do.

- He likes to drive around.
- You said he was drinking.

It sounds like it. I don't know for sure.

- Why isn't he working?
- He doesn't want to work.

He's tired of farming. He's taking the
only kind of vacation he knows how to take.

You know, he did what he wanted.

- So, you and Rose signed the papers?
- What papers?

The corporation papers, the transfer papers.

Of course we did.
We didn't have any choice.

All I know is, Daddy's lost everything.

He's made an error of judgement,
and he's suffering.

And maybe he's got some regrets,
and it's making him act strange.

But you don't care enough
to do anything about it.

It's clear who's benefiting here.

What happened to you?

Caroline?

Girls, lunch.
Coming.

- Happy Father's Day, Daddy.
- Happy Father's Day, Daddy.

Somebody pass the corn.

You want me to carve it, Daddy?

Just go down between the bones.

- I know that.
- I know you do.

- Don't tell me what to do.
- I wasn't.

Give it here.

The potatoes look great.

Daddy, did you drive all the way
to Des Moines?

Caroline was wondering about it, that's all.

You girls talk a lot on that long distance.

Ginny, peas?

She was worried about it, that's all.

Did I say I went to Des Moines?

No.

- I'll get it.
- I got it.

Sometimes I hate him.

I want him to go to hell and
stay there forever, just roasting.

- Rose.
- Why do you say, "Rose"...

in that shocked way?

Because you're not supposed
to wish evil on someone...

or because you don't really hate him?

I don't. I really don't. I mean, he's a bear-

- He's not a bear. He's not innocent like that.
- Rose.

- And sometimes I hate you, too.
- Me?

I hate you because you're the link
between me and him.

Who?

Daddy, of course. Don't be so stupid.

You're such a good daughter,
so slow to judge.

It's like stupidity. It drives me crazy.

I was thinking the same thing
about Ty last night.

He never questions Daddy. He's so loyal.

It seems sort of dumb.

Every time I make up my mind
to do something, get off this place...

leave Pete, get a job, earn some money,
you stop me.

Anyway, the point is...

I've let him get away with a lot of stuff.
We all have, but...

we can set rules,
and I think the rules can be pretty simple.

Ginny?

Tell me what you really think about Daddy.

I don't know.

I love Daddy, but he's
so in the habit of giving orders, no...

back talk, you know.
I mean, he drinks and everything.

Probably for as long as we've known him.

You're making me nervous.

I don't know what you want me to say.

Mummy never told us what
to think of Daddy and...

sometimes, I wonder whether
they got along together and...

whether she liked him.

I think different things. Things like that.

Shit, Ginny.

I don't hate you. You know I don't.

I think things are going to get better now.

Maybe rules will do the trick. We can try.

United front, right?

Right.

So, want to go for a walk?

- How long have you been here?
- About a minute.

You do appear suddenly.
I've noticed that about you.

You're just oblivious.
I've noticed that about you.

You see that? Wild burdock.

You know what these are?

Prairie indigo. Very poisonous.

What about these?

I know these. Locoweed.

Very good.

Jess laughed and I laughed.

And for a moment, everything seemed
remote and not very important.

I wondered if maybe that wasn't
the right way to look at things after all.

Even after you've been gone all this time?

I had the strong sense that we had
stumbled into some kind of daring privacy.

And that the secluded place
we were walking somehow allowed it.

- That's new.
- It's you guys.

- What do you mean?
- I know you didn't initiate the transfer...

but people are getting suspicious.

Wondering how you and Rose
got Larry to give you the place...

when the whole thing's obviously
driving him crazy.

Shit, Harold was there.

It was at your party.
He knows exactly how it happened.

Well, the talk will die down. It always does.

- It's not Harold's main problem.
- What is?

The thing is, my dad loves me.

He wants to win me,
thinks he can keep me here with the farm...

even though he knows that
I wouldn't farm the way he does.

Harold wants to fix me,
right here in Zebulon County.

Would that be so bad?

When I think of myself 10 years down
the road, I wonder if it'll be Loren and me...

the Clark brothers, Frick and Frack.

Well, we're here.

I saw Caroline got married.

Caroline, yes, they had a ceremony.
A small one.

Those are nice, too. These are sweet.

Mum.

That's pretty.

She didn't mention a word of this
when she talked to you, did she?

Maybe we should call her.

For what? This is for us.
This is how she's letting us know.

The thing is just to take it in stride.

I'm going to send her a present,
a very expensive present...

with just a little card saying,
"From Rose Lewis and family. "

I just can't understand
why she would do something-

If we all concentrate on playing the game,
we'll have a better time.

- Aren't you having a good time, Ty?
- I think if we're going to play-

- My God, Ty.
- Ginny, settle down.

I'm tired of this game.

Rose!

Don't.

- As if I would.
- As if you haven't.

Hello? Oh, my God. Where is he?

Daddy?

Dad? Larry? You okay?

Daddy, do you have the pills
the nurse gave you?

- Daddy!
- Ginny.

I know you're hurt, and I'm sorry
you got in an accident...

but now's the time to talk about it.

I mean, you've got to take this
to heart. You simply...

can't drive all over creation.

Especially not when you're drinking.
They'll probably revoke your licence.

But even if they don't, I will.

If you ever do this again,
I'll take away the keys to your truck.

And if that doesn't do it, then I'll sell it.

You told me when I was little...

that one warning ought to be enough.
Well, Daddy, this is your warning.

I mean it about the driving, Daddy.
And Rose will back me up.

I got nothing.

What time is it?

3:15. I left the house at 1:00.

- Seems a lifetime ago.
- Is that true?

- You've done this before.
- I've slept with women before.

I haven't done this before.

I haven't slept with other men.
I've only slept with Ty.

Yeah, I know, Ginny.
I know what that means.

Maybe you do. Maybe not.

Ginny, can I ask you a question?

How come you and Ty don't have kids?

- I've had five miscarriages.
- Jesus.

- Ginny-
- Ty only knows about three of them.

He couldn't stand
the disappointment after that...

so I've kind of kept the fact
that I'm still trying to myself.

It's kind of like a last chance. What?

Didn't your doctor tell you not
to drink the well water?

What?

There's been stuff written
about this for years.

Ginny, the fertiliser runoff drains
into the aquifer, and you drink it.

- Rose drinks it.
- It doesn't affect everyone the same.

Daddy, don't hang up.

I'm worried about you.

Why aren't you out working with Ty?

Look, I'm coming there to talk
to you about the farm.

I'm listening.

We're breaking into our regularly scheduled
programming to bring you...

this continuing weather update.

A severe thunderstorm warning has
just been issued for Zebulon County.

He wrecks my truck, I'll kill him.

As we speak the latest look at
Doppler radar does show that-

Daddy took Pete's truck.
He did what?

He's probably been drinking.
I can't believe this.

- Did Grandpa steal Daddy's truck?
- Not exactly, honey.

He shouldn't be out in this weather.

I'm going to Pike, see if I can find him
before this storm hits. You coming?

One of these times he's going to
kill himself or, God forbid, somebody else.

Nothing could kill him.

Ginny, come out here, please.

- Larry has some things to say.
- Damned right, I have.

Daddy, it's going to storm.

Why don't I take you home,
and we can talk in the morning?

I don't want to go home.
You girls stick me there.

We don't stick you there.
It's the nicest house.

- Daddy, you've lived there your whole life.
- Let me take you home.

- Go with Rose now and then tomorrow-
- Let Larry have his say.

I'd rather stay out in the storm
than be stuck back there.

Fine. Do what you want, you will anyway.

- Spoken like the bitch you are.
- Daddy.

You don't have to drive
me around anymore...

or cook the goddamn breakfast,
or clean the goddamn house...

or tell me what I can do, and what I can't do.

Just a bitch is all. A dried-up whore. Bitch.

- Larry.
- Get off me.

Come on. Pete and I will take you home...

and you can apologise
to Ginny in the morning.

Now don't you make me out to be crazy.
I know your game.

It's you girls driving me crazy.

I give you everything I got.

And what do I get in return?
Just some orders!

About doing this, doing that.

We didn't ask for what you gave us.

Maybe it's high time we got
some reward for what we gave you.

You say you know all about Ginny.
Daddy, I know all about you...

and you know I know.

This is what we've got to offer,
this same life. Nothing more, nothing less.

If you don't want it, go elsewhere.

Get somebody else to take you in,
because I, for one, have had it.

Do you hear her? She talks to me
almost worse than you do.

If you think this is bad, Daddy...

you'd be amazed at what you really deserve.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're on your own now.

Your house is down the road.
You can get there. I'm going inside.

Don't think you can treat me like this!

I'll throw you whores off the place!
I'll stop the building.

I'll get my land back. You'll never
have children, you haven't a hope.

And your children are going to
laugh when you die.

Okay, that's it. All right, Larry
let's go home now. Come on.

Come on, get off of me, for Christ's sake.

Come on, get into the truck.
It's starting to rain.

Larry, just get into the truck.
I don't want to fight you now. Come on.

You going to help me or what?

Larry, come on back now.
Where are you going? Come on.

What an asshole. This is it. This is really it.

- You got a coat or something?
- Will you take one to Ty?

- Oh, shit.
- I hope he dies in it.

Mummy.
I'm coming.

Hold on, I'll be right there.

What happened to the light?

I used to fantasise
that Mummy had escaped...

and taken an assumed name.

And someday she would be back for us.

You want to hear the life
that I had picked for us?

Sure.

She was a waitress
at the restaurant of a nice hotel.

And we lived with her
in a Hollywood-style apartment...

with nice shag carpeting, white walls...

little sounds from the neighbours
on either side.

I guess I never thought of living
anywhere but the farm. Isn't that funny?

I wanted it to be different, though.

Ginny, you sound so...

mild. Aren't you furious?

What good is that?
Daddy's always had rages.

You don't remember how he used to
come after us, do you?

Of course I remember.

I was remembering tonight,
while he was yelling at me...

about that time that I lost my shoe...

and I tried to hide behind the stove,
but Mummy made me come out.

And then Daddy beat me till I fell down.

I don't mean
when we got strapped or whipped.

I mean when he went
into your room at night.

- I don't remember that.
- You were 15. You must remember.

Grandpa Cook...

used to prowl around the house at night,
looking at everybody.

It was kind of like checking
the hogs or something.

It wasn't like checking the hogs with Daddy.

What are you saying?

- You know.
- What?

He was having sex with you.

Oh, Jesus, Rose.

- He was not.
- I saw him go in.

He stayed for a long time.

He was probably closing
the windows or something.

- I checked my clock.
- Rose.

How can I believe
that you woke up all those years ago...

and saw Daddy come into my room
and checked your clock...

then saw him come back out
and checked your clock again?

And that's evidence, that he was in there...

Daddy...

he might be a drinker and a rager...

- but he goes to church.
- It's true.

- Well, it didn't happen.
- But it did.

What?

Because when he stopped going in to you,
he started coming in to me.

And that's what he did.

We had sex in my bed.

What, when you were 13?

And 14, and 15, and 16.

- I don't believe it.
- I thought it was okay.

It must've been okay because
he said it was, and he was the rule maker.

I just can't listen to this.

He didn't rape me, Ginny.

He seduced me.

He said it was okay,
and that it was good to please him.

That I was special.

And he loved me.

- What about Caroline?
- I'm not sure.

He said that if I went along with him,
he wouldn't get interested in her.

Is that why you send the girls away
to boarding school?

I keep my eyes peeled.

- So does Pete.
- Pete knows?

You know they're getting
to be the age we were.

Not we, you! It didn't happen to me!

I don't know what to say.

This is so ridiculous.

I feel so idiotic...

so naive, foolish.

Rose...

I'm so sorry...

that he did that to you.

Don't make me feel sorry for myself.

The more pissed off I am, the better I feel.

They threw me out.

Ginny?

- You got a problem, girlie.
- You think so, Harold?

I know so. I'll take some of that.

Here, I'll make fresh.

Your dad don't want to come home here.

He don't want to lay eyes
on any of the whole lot of you.

How long are you going to keep him there?

He's got a right to stay.
We've been friends for 60 years or more.

- Fine.
- That's a woman's word, that "fine. "

Harold, what would you like me to say?

I want you to say he's your dad.

And even though he's a pain in the butt,
you owe him.

- Rose owes him, too.
- Rose doesn't owe him anything.

Rose has always been trouble,
between you and me.

You shut up, Harold! You hear me?

You just shut up about Rose and Daddy.

He's a stubborn man.
It don't matter what I think or say.

He don't like being told he's wrong.

Especially when it ain't clear
how wrong he is.

Now, I'm going to do you a favour here.

Yeah, what's that?

Here's what I'm going to do for you.

I'm going to bring your dad
to the church supper on Sunday...

and you girls, you show up there
and be sociable.

I think you can work this out.

Larry's got his side,
and you got your side. I know that.

- Look at him.
- It just goes to show you.

What?

How much we were doing for him.
Namely, everything.

Although, you'd think Harold
could lend him a comb.

Joan Stanley thinks Daddy's lost his mind.

- It enrages me.
- Enrages?

Rose, just look at him.

Ginny, it's just a ploy for sympathy.

- What next?
- I don't wanna know what's next.

What are you afraid of?

I guess I'm just afraid of anything
that has to do with Daddy.

- Did we treat him badly?
- People seem to think we did.

But did we? Do you think so?

- I don't think so. No.
- Well, then stick with what's true.

Okay, Rose.

Just family, thanks.

Ginny, why don't you sit here?
Jess? Thank you.

Everybody, settle down, please.
We're gonna talk to the Boss.

With our heads down,
and our hearts upraised, we pray.

Almighty God,
we thank you for these blessings.

Not only of food, but of family and friends.

We rededicate ourselves to your service.
Amen. Let's eat.

Hey, everybody.

Look at them chowing down here
like they ain't done nothing.

Threw a man off his own farm on a night
you wouldn't keep wolf out of your barn.

Pipe down, Harold Clark.

You're talking through your hat,
same as always.

You all know who I'm talking about,
Ginny and Rose Cook.

Well, I got their number.

Nobody's fooled me.
Bitch. That's what you are.

I got your number, too, you son of a bitch.

You got your eye on my place,
just like them.

You come cozying up to me,
like I'm gonna hand it over to you.

Well, I'm not that goddamn dumb.

"Harold, you ought to do this. "
"Harold, you ought to do that. "

Who the hell are you
to tell me about anything?

You stay away from here,
and then you come sashaying for what?

- Harold.
- Now break it up.

- Crazy bastard.
- Let me alone, damn it.

Everything with Harold is a game.

He plays the clown,
he gets everybody to laugh at him.

Oh, no, but he's not laughing.

Everything he does
is a result of some calculation.

I just can't believe
how sure I was that he changed.

Jess, Harold's always been unpredictable.

I hit him.

- I should go talk to him.
- No. He rejected you.

Everybody saw him do it.

He's been after you for 13 years.

He's gonna do the same thing to you
that you did to him.

He set you up when you got here.

And then he got his revenge.

You can't go back to Harold's now.

Why don't you stay at Daddy's?
The house is just sitting there.

Of course, Jess. I mean,
you wouldn't have to stay in Daddy's room.

You could use my old room, and then...

I mean, after this all blows over,
then you could go back home.

Ginny is eternally hopeful.

Ty. Ginny.

Ginny.

Can I help you, Ken?

These are for you.
You and Ty and Rose and Pete.

You better tell me what they are.

Well, Ginny, your Dad and Caroline
are suing you to get the farm back.

You better find yourself a lawyer.

- I thought you were our lawyer.
- Can't be. It's not ethical.

Besides, I don't want to be, either.

I don't think you treated your Dad right,
to be honest.

We didn't ask for the farm.

I can't talk about the suit, Ginny.
What else is there to talk about?

It drives everything else out, doesn't it?

The thought of Daddy out in that storm
is what drives everything else out.

You weren't there.

You don't know what happened,
or what it was like.

Daddy was there. Ty was there.

You talked to Ty?
He was there.

We did everything for you, Rose and I.

We found a way
to get you whatever you wanted.

We saved you from Daddy.

- I mean, Rose was the one-
- You saved me? From my own father?

Look, at this point,
I don't really blame you and Rose...

for the way you raised me. I really don't.

Actually, I would like to get into it someday.
I think it would be healthy.

But right now I have a meeting.
Goodbye, Ginny.

When did you talk to Caroline?

Ty.

Why didn't you tell me
you talked to Caroline?

I thought she should know about Larry.

Fine. Look what's happened.

Jess.

Jess.

Hey. What are you doing?

Did you knock? I had the radio on.

I guess I haven't seen you in a while.

- I missed you.
- I love you, Jess.

Wait. I'll be right down.

Now, just hang on, don't go anywhere.

- Ken, don't do this to me.
- It's a cease and desist order.

- I'm half finished.
- I know you are...

but its line of credit has been revoked.

I'm sorry.
Come on, how long have you known me?

- I'm halfway finished.
- It's not doing it to you.

- Let me finish before the weather-
- It's a court order.

You know... How long have you known me?

How long have I done business
with this bank?

Look, if it wasn't for this
lawsuit thing, you'd have been fine.

I'm sorry, Ty.

So, Marv, you're closing us down.

It wasn't my call, Ginny.
It's just until we get this thing sorted out.

Believe me, it's always difficult...

but once the transition's been made...

and the older generation's taken care of,
in most cases, things go back to normal.

God forbid.

The mismanagement or abuse clause
in the transfer agreement...

isn't that well defined.

But they'll certainly try to prove abuse
and probably mismanagement, too.

So, you've got to farm like model farmers
until the hearing date.

And you ladies, wear dresses every day.

And keep the lawn mowed
and the porch swept.

You're kidding.

Appearances are everything
with a clause like this.

If have to, I'll call some of your neighbours
to attest to your skills...

and their lawyer will call neighbours
to attest to your mistakes.

If you look good,
they won't be able to touch you.

That's ridiculous.

It's millions of dollars.
Millions of dollars is never ridiculous.

You got your list, Daddy?
Yeah. You got money?

- Yes, Daddy.
- Let me see it.

Well, it's in my wallet.

This is nice.

It's silk.

Yeah, that could look good in court.
Or this one?

Let's sit down.

Come on, sit down here.

Daddy, we should really look
for these things.

Come, sit by me.

Remember that brown coat you had?

You were a little birdie girl. Little hat, too.

- Now, that velvet stuff?
- Velveteen.

You were my birdie girl,
looked like a little house wren.

Did I?

Didn't like it, either. No, sirree.
Didn't want a brown coat and hat.

Wanted pink, candy pink.

I don't remember.
I remember something red.

A red jacket with hearts.

Couldn't ever keep you away
from them drainage wells.

Didn't matter how much we punished you
or whipped you.

Like a moth to flame.

My little birdie girl.

I don't remember.

Daddy.

Oh, God.

Rose, what colour was your coat
when you were about five or so?

- My coat?
- Yeah.

It was that brown velveteen thing.

- I hated that.
- What colour did you want?

Well, pink, probably.
I was crazy about pink for years.

What is...

Did Caroline get your coat?

No.

It wore out.
Mummy cut it up for polishing rags.

I was in Roberta's,
and Caroline and Daddy came in.

You know, I can't tell you, the tone...

he used on her.

It was soft and affectionate,
but there was something underneath.

I thought I'd faint.

- Say it.
- Say what?

Say it.

It happened like you said.

I remember.

I used to pretend to be asleep.

And how he'd say:

"Quiet.

"Quiet, girl, don't fight me now. "

Rose, I remembered the smells.

The whiskey and cigarettes,
and the farm smells.

I remember how I'd sort of...

just leave my body...

so that I wouldn't be there.

So that it wouldn't be me.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You want a ride?

No, thanks.

I got Pete's Lewis' truck
at the 15th Street bridge.

Better notify his relatives.

Roger that.
Car off, send a tow and an ambulance.

Rose?

Ginny...

Pete's crashed the truck,
and drowned himself in the ditch.

The girls are still asleep.
Can you go down there?

Aunt Ginny,
I wish that Mum would let me baby sit.

She said that if she had to drive me,
she'd charge mileage.

Well, that sounds like a joke to me.

- Where's Mum?
- She'll be back soon, honey.

- I'm gonna go watch TV.
- Okay.

Girls, I have some bad news.

It's about your father.

This past week
has been hell on the kids.

I could come over to your place. I'm...

crazy to get out of this house.

But Pammy keeps waking up...

calling for me.

Last night she woke up
about every 45 minutes.

I can't sleep anyway.

How are they? I feel so bad for them.

Well, you've seen them.
They're shell-shocked.

I hate Pete for that. Shit!

Ginny, you don't know
what it was like with Pete.

He told me when I got back
from the hospital...

that he'd prefer me
to keep my nightgown on...

if he was in the room.

I'm so tempted to just...

walk over there and go in.

What on Earth for?

To get into bed with Jess.

Don't look at me that way.
I can't deal with it.

Ask me a question, any question.
I'll tell you the truth.

Just tell me.

He has this sense of my body.

He looks at it a lot.

You know, he touches it as if...

he loves it.

I mean, I know that stops,
but while it lasts, I can't-

- When that stops?
- I can't get enough.

Doesn't everything stop?
I mean, isn't that what affairs are all about?

- It's not going to stop.
- Jess has never settled down, Rose.

He's restless.

He's had a lot of women. I'd bet on that.

- I mean, unless he commits himself-
- He has. He's pushing me...

- to just-
- To just what?

That's what we can't decide. What? Where?

Did you tell Pete about Jess?

Yes.

- And what did he say?
- That he was going to kill Daddy.

Daddy?

He blamed Daddy
for everything that went wrong in our lives.

When you got right down to it,
he was jealous as hell.

But he was too weak.

Couldn't actually do anything up front,
just threaten.

Shit, Ginny, at the core, they're all like that.

We just think that way because of Daddy.

I mean...

if he hadn't...

Say the words, Ginny.

If he hadn't have beat us and fucked us...

we'd think differently, right?

But he did.

And what kills me is this person...

who can beat and fuck his own daughters...

can go into the community...

and get respect and power...

and take it for granted that he deserves it.

He's respected,
and people say what bitches we are.

And that's that, end of history.

I can't stand that.

I was thinking, leaving here...

Jess and me, was the only alternative...

but I don't want to leave here.

I want what was Daddy's. I want it.

I think I paid for it, don't you?

You think a breast weighs a pound?
That's my pound of flesh.

Okay, here's a question for you.

Did you know I'd slept with Jess?

Sure.

Had you slept with him by that time?

- No.
- But he told you.

At some point, a while ago.

I guess that means...

he and I don't have
anything private together.

Selling the sows will tide us over
until after harvest.

I've got to think
about the payment on that loan.

It's not gonna take care of itself.

I thought we earmarked the rent
from your place for that.

That's gonna get eaten up at harvest.

The lawyer isn't gonna be cheap, either.

Gotta find it somewhere.

We're lucky to get three-fourths
of what these sows are worth.

They're prime breeding stock,
but what choice is there?

Ms. Cook,
when were your suspicions aroused...

about this plan going on
for the division of the Cook farm?

I was suspicious from the first.

The whole project was very atypical
for my father...

and I made my reservations known.

And how were your reservations greeted?

My sister, Ginny Smith, urged me
very strongly to go along with the plan.

What did you think of that?

Well, I suspected her of ulterior motives.

I know both she and Rose have wanted
to get their hands on the property.

- Oh, my God, listen to this.
- Objection, your honour.

Quiet, Mrs. Lewis.

The objection is sustained.

Mr. Ty Smith told you that your sisters...

sent your father out into a terrible storm,
did he not?

- Yes, he did.
- He did?

It was common knowledge
that my father was out in that storm.

I'm not surprised.

Ms. Cook, the relationship
between your father and your sisters...

is irrelevant in this case.

The mismanagement or abuse clause
in the preincorporation agreement...

refers to the farm properties only.

Ms. Cook?

In the past,
had the Cook farm ever incurred debt?

No.

- Is it now burdened with debt?
- Yes, it certainly is.

- No further questions.
- No questions.

Witness is excused.

So, work crews were doing
very long hours overtime?

Yes.

In order to push the work
past the point of no return?

- Objection, your honour.
- Sustained. Rephrase, Counsel.

Everything was done in a rush, right?

Well, the sooner the work was finished,
the sooner we'd start earning.

Didn't you tell your husband, Ty Smith...

that the big dollars being spent
made you giddy?

Did you tell your husband...

the big dollars being spent
made you giddy?

Yes, but that was-

In other words, you and your husband
were way overextended...

and you both knew it.

No.

Your honour, at this time,
I'd like to call Mr. Larry Cook to the stand.

He's been saving it all up for this moment.

Brace yourself.

Mr. Cook, did you in good faith...

form a corporation and relinquish your farm
to your two older daughters...

Rose Cook Lewis and Virginia Cook Smith...

and their husbands,
Tyler Smith and Peter Lewis?

- Mr. Cook?
- By God, they'll starve.

The land won't produce
for the likes of them.

Larry, did you sign the farm over
to Ginny and Rose?

I don't care about going to gaol.

Nobody's going to gaol, Larry.
It isn't that kind of trial.

We're talking about the farm. Your farm.

The one your dad and granddad built.
What happened to it?

It was all underwater. I told them that.

Every last bit of it, underwater.

We laid the tiles. Dug the drainage well.

No machinery, did it all by hand.

My granddad, my dad...

then me.

- Yes, your farm.
- My farm.

What'd you do with it?

- I lost it.
- How?

Larry, listen to me.
What happened to the farm?

- Who'd you give it to?
- Them! Them bitches!

The whole lot of them.

- Here it comes.
- Mr. Cook? Larry?

- She's dead, you know.
- Who's dead, Mr. Cook?

My daughter.

Which daughter?

All of your daughters
are in this courtroom, sir.

Caroline!

Caroline's dead.

I think they stole the body
and buried it already.

Look, Daddy, I'm right here.

Judge, here's exhibit A,
the contract in question.

I'll introduce that
in lieu of the witness's response.

- Could be...
- Daddy?

...they killed her that day after church.

She didn't show up to get her share.

Then when I went down to Des Moines
to find her, she wasn't there.

- Daddy.
- You're a judge.

I'll swear that maybe they killed her
and buried her.

Daddy, I'm right here.

Now, you help me up, boy.

I can't do like I used to.

Excuse me.

The sweetest, lightest, happiest little bird.

All day long,
she would sing some little song.

Little bitty fingers always dropping things
through the well grate.

Daddy, that was Rose!

It was Rose who dropped things
through the grate.

It was Rose who sang.

It was.

I don't feel I need to take a recess
to decide this matter.

The arguments are fairly clear,
and the plaintiffs have failed to establish...

either abuse of the property
or mismanagement of its assets.

The fact is, in this state,
if you legally sign over your property...

it's very hard to change your mind
and get it back.

I find in favour of the defendants,
Mrs. Lewis, Mrs. Smith and Mr. Smith.

Court is adjourned.

He doesn't even know he lost the farm.

What do you want Rose, blood?

I want him to know.

Daddy?

You lost.

Do you hear me?

Come on.

He doesn't even know.

One thing we could get would be
a new range.

This thing is a menace.

I don't necessarily think
this is the right time for us...

to be getting a new range.

Maybe it'll blow up
and put us out of our misery.

I'll bring the range over
from your father's house tomorrow.

It's pretty new.

Or we could move over there.
I am the oldest.

That house is too big for us.

Well, it was built to be big.

It was built to show off.

Maybe I've inherited my turn to show off.

I think you've shown off plenty
this summer, frankly.

I need $1,000.

I asked for $1,000.

That's all I wanted. A dollar an acre.

- I've given my life to this place.
- Now it's yours.

I didn't know where I was going.

All I knew was that I had to leave.

Going to court had divided us
from each other and from our old lives.

There was nothing here for me any longer.

The hardest part was leaving Rose.

All our lives, we'd looked out
for each other...

in that way that
motherless children tend to do.

I was afraid of leaving her alone
with her anger and her hate.

Rose.

I'd always assumed
we would be together forever...

on this thousand acres.

It took me six months to address
a note to Rose, telling her where I was.

When she wrote back, I was afraid to read it,
so I threw it in a drawer.

A year later, I still couldn't read her letters.

- More coffee?
- No.

Coffee? Is breakfast okay?

- Can I get you something?
- Hello, Ginny.

- Ty.
- It's from the girls.

Thanks.

I'm going to Texas, Ginny.

I thought I'd get myself a job
in one of those big hog places down there.

Those hog buildings killed me.
The winter after the trial was so bad-

- It was a hearing, nobody was on trial.
- I was.

What about Rose?

Rose. She's moved over
into your father's house.

I've signed everything.
The land, buildings, hogs, the equipment.

I signed the whole lot over to her.

She's sure she's gonna be
some kind of land baroness.

Got it all figured out,
the way she always does.

She goes around like some queen.
Frankly, she's your dad all over.

- Where is he now?
- Caroline took him in.

He's living with her.

I know what Rose says, Ginny,
about your dad.

She told me. She's told everybody by now.

No one believes her.

I think people should keep
private things private.

I hated all that mess.
I hated the way Rose roped you in.

You took Caroline's side.
You talked to Caroline about me.

I took the farm's side. That's all.

I guess we see things differently.

More than you can imagine.

I've gotta get back to work.

- Gotta have the last word?
- You have it, I don't care.

- I don't remember you like this.
- I wasn't like this.

No.

You looked on the good side of things.
You were pretty and funny.

I was a ninny.

I was a simpleton.

Hello, Denny's.

Does Ginny Cook work there?
Yes, she does.

Ginny.

Phone call.

Hello?
Aunt Ginny, Mummy's in the hospital.

She wanted the whole lot, Ginny.
We gave it to her.

A second radical mastectomy,
all the chemo her body could take.

But it's just way too advanced.
God knows, though, she's a fighter.

Yeah.

Come on, I'll take you to her.

Take the girls back with you.

You mean...

- Promise me you'll take them.
- Of course I'll take them.

Tomorrow, we'll talk about when.

Okay.

Go home, make them some dinner.

Make them some fried chicken.

They had no idea
that their mother wasn't coming home.

And I couldn't tell them. Not yet.

I realised I'd had nothing to offer
Pammy and Linda...

on the occasion of their father's death...

since I had learned nothing
on the occasion of my mother's.

Aunt Ginny.

Rose was going to die
and they would know it soon enough.

I've often thought that the death of a parent
is the one misfortune...

for which there is no compensation.

You've grown. Look at you both.
You've grown so much.

What she told me was...

for me to come and make you fried chicken.

We're vegetarians.

- But we eat meat at school sometimes.
- And we go to Kentucky Fried sometimes.

So should I make you
mashed potatoes and gravy?

Yes, please.

Take these, honey.

Is my apron still here?

Hey.

I'm gonna bring the girls by later.

No, it's a long way.

I didn't leave everything unsaid
with the girls...

the way Mummy did with us.

I laid it out for them
when I saw what was happening.

I'm glad about that.

I'm impressed
by the way you've tied up all the loose ends.

Bossy till the end.

Are you looking for a way
to hurt my feelings?

Probably.

Still fighting over a man?

For every one thought I've had about Ty,
I've had 20 about Jess.

Eventually, you'd have gotten fed up.

- Did you?
- Almost.

I would've, but he left when I got sick.

Ginny, I want to tell you some things,
some practical things.

I'm leaving the farm to you and Caroline...

not to the girls.

I want all of this to stop
with our generation.

- Rose, I don't wanna farm.
- You won't have to.

Marv Carson will make you sell
to the Midwestern Corporation.

I don't know what there's gonna be...

above and beyond the debt and the taxes.

No, don't do that to me.

We're not going to be sad.
We're going to be angry until we die.

It's hard to bear, Rose.

Are you okay?

Well, I better go before the girls get home.

What am I gonna do without you?

Exercise caution
while making up your own mind, as always.

Ginny.

I don't have any accomplishments.

I didn't make a good life with Pete.
I didn't see the girls into adulthood.

I didn't keep Jess.
I didn't work the farm successfully.

I didn't even get Daddy
to know what he did...

or what it means.

And all the people around town
talk about how I wrecked it all.

Three generations on the same land,
great land.

Daddy, a marvellous farmer
and a saint to boot.

So, all I have is...

that I saw.

That I saw without being afraid...

and without turning away.

And that I didn't forgive the unforgivable.

That's my sole, solitary,
and lonely accomplishment.

That's something, isn't it?

Caroline. Tell her about Daddy.

Rose died that afternoon.

Let us say that each vanished person
left me something...

and that I feel my inheritance
when I'm reminded of them.

Anger itself reminds me of Rose.

But so do most of the women
I see on the street...

who wear dresses she would've liked...

and carry their children on their hips
with that swaying grace she had.

Rose left me a riddle I haven't solved...

of how we judge those who have hurt us...

when they have shown no remorse,
or even understanding.

Remorse reminds me of Daddy,
who had none.

At least, none for me.

I didn't tell Caroline about Daddy.

I could've told her everything.

I could've poured the truth right over her.

But it would've been Rose's truth, not mine.

Daddy died of a heart attack
that next spring.

Our thousand acres were taken over
by a giant agricultural corporation.

The houses were bulldozed
to make room for more crops.

And although the farm and all of its gifts
and burdens are scattered now...

my inheritance is with me
in Rose's children.

As each year goes by, I watch them grow.

And in them, I see something new.

Something my sister and I never had.

I see hope.