Original subtitles

(static crackling) (ominous tones)

(female crying)

- [Reporter] Got a report here that President Jimmy Carter

just imposed new tariff and import fees

on sugar from Latin America.

That's gonna jack up the price of your morning joes.

Especially if you like it extra sweet like me.

Hey, speaking of sweet,

here's the new one from Fever Unlimited,

"Boogie On the Dance Floor",

only from your number one disco station in the Southwest,

Dance 104 FM.

♪ Hear the music running ♪

♪ What do they say ♪

♪ Opportunity knocking ♪

♪ See what you've been missing ♪

♪ Sexy lady ♪

♪ Sexy lady looking at you ♪

♪ Anticipating, tell her you were made to move ♪

♪ Get while getting's good ♪

♪ Boogie on the dance floor ♪

♪ Dance like you know you should ♪

♪ Boogie on the dance floor ♪

♪ Nothing's going strong ♪

♪ Boogie on the dance floor ♪

♪ Boogie, boogie 'til the break of dawn ♪

♪ Boogie on the dance floor ♪

♪ Disco lights ♪

♪ Shining up for more ♪

♪ Shining up for more ♪

♪ Disco lights ♪

♪ Looking for a love ♪

You okay?

- Yeah. Yeah, she does this a lot.

If I had my tools...

- You need a lift or something?

- Yeah. Yeah, that'd be great.

I'm not far.

- What's your name?

- Joe.

- I'm Missy.

Hop in.

♪ Dance like you know you should ♪

♪ Boogie on the dance floor ♪

- She's real pretty.

- You too.

(engine revs)

(lips smacking)

(lips continue smacking)

You're sweet.

(insects chirping)

(insects continue chirping)

Ow!

(unsettling music)

- I'm sorry.

- No, it's okay.

I like it.

(ominous tones)

Got somewhere more private?

Please, please help me.

- Just let me go.

I'll leave and I'll never come back.

And I won't tell anybody anything.

I swear.

We didn't do anything wrong.

(tool clinking)

(scary music)

Please don't do this.

You don't have to do this.

(metal scraping)

I won't say anything.

I'll do whatever you want.

I swear.

(blade thuds) (Missy screams)

(blades clink) (Missy grunts)

(Missy screams)

(blood bubbling)

(blood continues bubbling)

(thoughtful music)

(thoughtful music continues)

(upbeat music)

♪ Everyday sunshine ♪

♪ And I'm so glad that your mine ♪

♪ Ah ♪

- I need a place.

- Desert.

- Already got an adjective, boring.

- We're getting there, mister.

- How much longer?

- Here, you figure it out.

We just passed Barstow 10 minutes ago.

- It's really called Wineville?

- Long as I can remember.

- Because they make wine there?

- [Woman] Mm-hmm.

- Pretty original.

I can't believe you never told me I had a grandfather

and I never got to know him.

What if he was a cool guy?

- He wasn't.

- Well, maybe he got cool with age.

Some people do that.

But you lied to me.

You said that both your parents died when you were 16.

And that's why you left home.

- It was easier than the truth.

- Easier?

- You were a little kid.

You are a little kid.

- [Boy] I'm not a little kid.

- What was I supposed to do, huh?

Tell you I was miserable and I hated my father,

so I ran away after my mother died?

- [Boy] Would've been the truth.

- I'm sorry I lied to you.

But I'm not sorry he's dead.

But I am sorry I lied to you.

- He was that bad, your own dad?

- Fathers are overrated.

You know that better than anybody.

- Well, if you hate him so much,

then why are we going there now?

- Well, I have to meet the lawyer

and I have to sign some papers

'cause he didn't believe a will.

So, technically I'm his only heir.

Heiress? - So wait,

so we're rich?

- Ha! I doubt it very much.

- But you get something, right?

You always inherit something.

- Well, there is a beat to hell old winery

and a shitty house.

And I'm sure a mountain of trash.

The guy never threw anything away.

If we're lucky it'll burn to the ground

before we get there so I don't have to do it.

- What? - Hopefully it'll be quick

and then we can go home.

- But you hate Vegas.

- Oh, I hate Wineville more.

- Well maybe with whatever you inherit,

we could go someplace that you actually like.

- That's what I love about you, kid.

Your optimism.

- Do now.

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music continues)

♪ Play for the money ♪

♪ Shine ♪

- A couple of days and we're outta here, I promise.

Ah. Oh well here goes nothing.

(woman sighs)

- Theresa, I was expecting you over an hour ago.

- Walter, this is my Aunt Margaret.

- Oh well hello, young man.

I am your grandfather's little sister.

But I guess you never met your granddaddy did you?

Well, I've been getting it ready for you.

There's fresh linens and milk in the fridge.

- Oh, that's kind of you. Thanks.

- Well, I assumed you'd want the main house.

Edmund's.

Your room hasn't been touched since you left us.

Your father put a lock on the door and that was it.

But I'll thank you to have the decency

not to go into Edmund's room.

- Gladly. - Yeah.

I'm still over in my little slice of heaven.

- I can see the place has not changed much.

- Oh, there've been few improvements.

- Thought I heard a car.

Joe. - Oh Tess.

And this here's Walter, my son.

- Joe is our jack of all trades.

He was your father's right hand man.

- [Tess] Where'd they find you?

- On the doorstep, actually.

- Joe lost his parents when he was young.

So your father and I took him in.

We raised him as best we could.

Edmund's own flesh and blood deserted him.

So the good Lord gave us you.

- Like something right out of a fairytale.

- Or the Bible.

- Well you didn't name him Moses though.

- No, we named him after your father's father.

- Well, let's hope you are nothing like either of them.

(Margaret laughs) It's nice to meet you, Joe.

- Nice to meet you.

- [Joe] Here, let me help you out with those.

(thoughtful music)

(thoughtful music continues)

(unsettling music)

(startling tone)

(slaps crack) (woman yells)

- [Walter] Cool. Look at all this old stuff!

- Be careful. Don't touch anything.

- What do you mean?

- Just be careful is all.

Just try not to break anything.

- Well, Edmund won't mind.

I think he's past caring.

- Oh well there is still the wicked witch.

(Joe chuckles)

- [Walter] Look at this old TV!

- Still works too.

- And all these old records.

Maybe you were wrong.

Maybe he did eventually get cool.

- Yeah, maybe.

- I'm sorry about Edmund's old room, but she locked it up.

- Oh, that's okay. I'll just be up in my old room.

And Walter, he can sleep on the sofa.

But you don't live here?

- Oh no, I'm in the camper outback.

Edmund got it for me when I turned 18.

- Hmm.

Okay then.

- I'll let you guys get settled in.

I'll see you at dinner?

- Uh, maybe.

(thoughtful music)

(thoughtful music continues)

- Wow, this stuff is so old.

Oh, this is cool. You can see Mount Everest.

Mom.

(squeaking) Mom, look.

Mom!

- Jesus, what?

- There's trees, there's mountains, there's, there's rivers.

- Yes. I remember.

Oh, this is Barry.

This was my best friend.

- He smells.

- Let's see how you smell in 30 years

if you don't have a bath.

- Go on, he's right here.

Alright. Thank you.

- [Driver] Have a good day.

- [Passenger] Alright.

Thank you.

- Ms. Anders? - Yeah.

- Thanks for coming.

- I don't suppose you have air conditioning.

- Lucky there's indoor plumbing.

- Yep.

(Ms. Anders sighs)

(door slams)

(Ms. Anders sighs)

Okay. - Hey there Ms. Anders.

I thought you could use some refreshment.

It's nice and chilled.

- Oh, oh that is mighty thoughtful of you.

Thank you, Miss Lott.

County pays my attorney fee.

But the notary fee is a separate charge

for your convenience.

You understand.

- Yes, you'd mentioned $2. Right?

- I appreciate exact change.

(Ms. Anders sighs)

- Look, all I wanna know is-

- To Lott Vineyard. - To Lott Vineyard.

- Lott Vineyard.

Oh, as I was saying. - Mm.

Mm.

- Okay. - Aw.

- Once I sign, how soon can I sell?

- It's gonna take some time to process the paperwork

and you're moving everything into your name.

You know, there's already a stack

about so high down at County.

So even if I push your name to the top of the pile,

it's still gonna take six or seven days.

- Jesus.

- Business days. Naturally.

It'll take you at least that long

to find a broker though, right?

- I guess.

- If you don't mind me asking,

what about Miss Lott here?

And her boy. - Joseph.

- Joseph. What becomes of them?

- How is that any of...

How do you mean Ms. Anders?

- Well, if you sell the land to some developer,

they're just gonna plow it under

and put up some industrial park.

I mean that's all they're building around here lately.

- And why is that a problem?

(Margaret grunts)

- It seems to me the Lott family has been farming this land

for a good long time now.

Why they've built up a decent operation.

You know, your father used to bring some wine

down to the offices sometime and (laughs)

you know, it was pretty darn good.

- I can get you some right now.

- Oh heck, no, I'm on duty.

And I can't drink on County time.

So you know, maybe one for the road though,

when we're done here. - Of course.

- I haven't really made any firm decisions yet.

Okay, so if there is a way

to keep the vineyard in the family, I am open to it.

- Well I'm glad to hear that.

- Well my son and I'll be staying here

while the paperwork's being processed

and once title's officially in my name

then I'll make a decision.

- Well, we can't ask for more than that now, can we?

- Indeed not. (Ms. Anders laughs)

- Alright, let me show you where to sign.

Right here.

(scary music)

(pounding on door)

- Everything all right?

- That woman!

- Come on in.

(unsettling music)

(unsettling music continues)

- Monster!

She's an evil harlot.

- I don't know. She seems nice to me.

- I know what you like about her.

I guess they don't sell braziers in Las Vegas.

Well, you can dream about her titties all you want

when you're living in the street.

'Cause that's exactly where we're gonna be

when she throws us out with nothing.

- I don't know. - What do you know?

I gave my life to this place.

It's not right that she gets it

just 'cause of some accident of blood.

Edmund was so stupid.

Of course he wanted us to have the vineyard,

but that old goat thought he'd just lived forever.

So he had no will.

I can't tell you how many times I said

"Edmund, if you die without a will, she gets everything."

That miserable little slut.

And now here we are just about a week away

from living in the gutter.

- Maybe if we show them what life is like here,

they'll wanna stay.

- (laughs) Well you keep dreaming, boy.

- [Tess] You okay?

- You said that we'd sell this place and leave.

- Well, the situation has changed.

- Now you wanna stay?

I heard you tell that old lady.

- Oh, that? No way.

I was just saying that to get them off my back.

- More lies.

- What do you wanna do?

- I don't know.

Living on a vineyard might be cool

or it might not.

- Well, we have a whole week to figure it out.

Okay?

(unsettling music)

(unsettling music continues)

(unsettling music continues)

(unsettling music continues)

(electricity crackling)

Jesus.

(thoughtful music)

(footsteps approaching)

- Come on. Let's go.

Come with me.

You can leave that.

(birds calling)

Joe?

Joe. (saw buzzing)

What do you think?

You hear that?

Sounds like a saw.

(saw continues buzzing)

(startling tone)

Mom!

Hey.

Morning.

- Good morning. How's it going?

- Pretty good. You need something?

- Well just thought maybe you wouldn't mind showing Walter

how things work around here while I go through the books.

- Yeah, it'd be my pleasure.

- What do you think? Huh?

Hang out with Joe for a little bit.

- Can I saw stuff?

- Um, how about just watch.

I like you with all your 10 fingers.

- Mom!

- Well, I'm just working on the wedges of the barrels.

You know, sometimes they get unstable or they break.

And if you have unstable wedges in your barrels...

She's walking away.

You wanna saw stuff?

Cool with that?

(both chuckle)

(knocking at door)

- [Margaret] On the barrel there.

- Thanks.

(pensive music)

(pensive music continues)

(Tess sighs)

(pensive music continues)

(Tess sighs)

(ominous tones)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

Hey.

(eerily suspenseful music)

(door squeals)

(suspenseful music)

Ugh.

- Jesus.

(suspenseful music)

(startling tone)

Jesus fucking Christ.

(door rattles)

(engine hums)

(door clicks)

(door bangs)

(knocking at door)

- Why Sheriff Hicks.

What a nice surprise.

You should have called.

I would've baked you a pie.

- (laughs) Well, thank you Miss Lott,

but I'm trying to watch my sugar.

- Oh, don't be silly.

You're in wonderful shape.

- (laughs) So I'm sure that you, that you know this,

but we have another missing person.

- Oh? - Yeah.

She was seen driving on these roads.

Flashy sports car.

People take notice.

So I'm just stopping in everywhere.

- Oh, I see.

- Oh, I got a photo.

- Oh.

Oh pretty girl.

- Mm-hmm.

- No, no, I haven't seen her.

- Oh, you think maybe Joe has?

- Well he's around here somewhere.

If you can find him, you can ask him.

- Alright, thank you Miss Lott.

- Of course.

- Okay.

(unsettling music)

(Tess sighs)

(Tess sighs)

(footsteps crunch)

(keys jangle)

(engine hums)

- Fuck!

(bar clangs)

(suspenseful music)

- Just make that mark right there. Yeah.

(knocking at door)

- Hey Joe.

- Hey Sheriff. What's going on?

- Ah, nothing much.

Have you uh, have you seen this girl around?

- Uh, sorry, sheriff I, I, I don't think so.

- You sure?

- I mean, she's definitely the kind of girl

that you remember.

- (chuckles) Probably right about that one.

- So you sure? - I'm sure.

- All right.

Mind if I uh, take a look around?

She may have drove through here at night.

Tire tracks might be able to tell us something.

- Really? - Yeah.

- No kidding. Wow. (Sheriff chuckles)

- Yeah. - Yeah, have at it, Sheriff.

- Okay.

Good kid.

- Hey Walter, when we finish here,

you wanna help me feed the chickens?

- Sure.

- Alright, just one more line like that. Yep.

(suspenseful music)

- Theresa?

Tess!

- John Hicks?

I'll be damned.

- Oh my go-

- [Both] Um.

- You're the sheriff. - Wow, you look amazing.

Yeah. - Thanks.

- So what are you, what are you doing here?

Oh, right.

- [Both] Edmund died.

- Got it. - Yeah.

- So he left you this place after all, huh?

- Mm, not on purpose.

- Right. Right.

So what are you gonna do?

- It depends on who's listening and when you ask.

(John laughs)

- Well, still, it's really good to see you.

Missed you at the senior dance and graduation

- And all of junior and senior year.

(both laugh)

But hey, we will always have middle school.

- Oh man, it's just, I mean,

you have always been so, so pretty, but wow.

- I don't recall you ever asking me out, John Hicks.

- You were miles outta my league.

- That is such bullshit.

We just ran with different crowds.

I was with that burnouts of smoke and drank too much.

But you were clearly with people

that did something with their lives.

- Well, hopefully Sheriff of Wineville

is not where I end up.

- I'm sure it won't be.

So what are you doing here anyway?

- You made this? No way!

- Yeah, it wasn't too hard once I got the hang of it.

Edmund helped me some.

- Are those peacocks?

- Yep. That is the mother right there.

And that's her brother.

And this one right here, that's the son.

- Wait. But... - It's the males

who have the beautiful tail feathers.

- That's crazy!

- Yeah, we used to have more of 'em.

But there's this coyote, he figured out a way to um...

Oh crap.

- What happened?

What is it?

- Just looks like he's back.

Man. I hope he didn't get one of the chickens.

Oh damn.

Damn. - Is she gonna be okay?

- She's injured pretty bad.

Best thing to do is put her out of her misery.

You know how?

- No, no, I've never killed anything.

- The thing is to do it as fast as possible

so she doesn't suffering.

If you can hold her body still, I can chop off her head.

- Uh, I don't think I can do that.

- Alright then.

Come here, girl.

Okay, it's okay.

(neck cracks)

All right, let's go bury her.

And then you can help me fix that hole.

- Well, I hope you find her.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm pretty sure she's long gone from here by now.

But we've gotta cover my area.

- Of course.

Well, I will leave you to it.

(both chuckle)

- Yeah, Tess, you know if you,

since you're here and everything,

think it'd be okay if we have dinner or something?

- Oh, there's no Mrs. Sheriff?

- Oh.

- Oh, well sure.

That'd be really nice.

Okay, we'll see you later. - Alright, you got it.

- So what was it like growing up without parents?

- Well, Edmund and Margaret were like my parents.

They were everything really.

They schooled me right here on the vineyard.

- You didn't go to a regular school?

- Nope. Margaret taught me how to read and do math.

Here, why don't you start right here.

Edmund taught me how to grow these grapes,

take care of the vineyard, fix all these machines.

I'm really lucky they took me in.

Everything I know about anything I learned right here.

- What about friends, girlfriend?

- I've got Margaret.

We used to have movie night

and Edmund had this 16 millimeter projector

and all these old films.

We used to get a big bowl of popcorn,

sit around and watch 'em.

- That sounds cool. Still do it?

- Yeah. Sometimes.

- Maybe I could join you one time.

- Yeah. Yeah, that sounds fun.

How's that hole coming along?

- Maybe not so good.

- Here, let me help you out here, buddy.

Alright, first you gotta take this,

take your foot, dig it in there.

And you dig real deep

and throw that dirt as far as you can.

Try it.

There you go. Boom.

Use all that weight.

One more time.

Boom. There you go.

Nice.

(thoughtful music)

(thoughtful music continues)

(thoughtful music continues)

Now you see other vineyards,

they spend a lot of money on the irrigation,

but we don't have to do that 'cause the roots are so deep.

- Cool.

- And in fact, if there's too much rain,

moisture can collect in the fruit, can cause black rot.

Edmund taught me how to spot it

because when he was a boy, nearly wiped out the whole crop.

Now this is a grape hook.

Careful. Sharp.

Now what we're looking for is little yellow dots

in the leaves and black circles.

Here. See that bit?

Cut out the rot.

Here, you try.

Here, why don't you to cut out that bit there.

- Oh, I see.

- No, you can't leave it there.

- Oh- - If it gets in the root.

Whole vine has to be removed.

- Crap. - Worse is when

it's already in the grapes.

Here. See that?

Why don't you cut out that bit?

- No!

You don't cut the vine!

You only cut the stem.

- I'm, I'm sorry.

- No, it's, it's uh, no, it's okay.

It's, it's all right. No big deal.

You'll get it eventually.

Boy, when I was a kid, when I screwed up,

Edmund would punish me real bad.

But hey, I'm not gonna do that to you

because you're my little buddy.

- What are you boys doing?

- Joe's teaching me how to cut out the rot.

- Well, as long as you don't cut off your hand.

- Well, I was about to show him the harvest machines.

You wanna come?

- Sure.

- Now this one separates the leaves and the stems.

This here is our coffin press.

And this guy crushes the grapes.

The juice flows up through there, ends up in barrels,

and we start the fermentation process.

- Wouldn't wanna fall into that.

- Yeah, me neither.

- What is that?

- Guess I missed a spot when I cleaned it.

Just a little grape goop

You wanna lick?

- Well, you ready for some lunch?

- Could Joe come?

- I'd love to.

(ominous tones)

But I got some stuff I gotta take care of.

So I'll probably just eat with Margaret.

- Okay, then, well standing invitation though.

It's gonna take some time

to get these dirty little hands clean anyway.

Gross.

Scrub those with a toothbrush.

- What'd she want?

- Nothing.

- Oh, I'll just bet. (chuckles)

Make sure you wash.

(water splashing) (upbeat music)

- It's okay. - Okay.

I'm into that.

Oh, hello.

Oh, excuse me.

Good afternoon!

- [Driver] Yes, I'm stopping.

- Please.

- Oh, oh!

- Hey.

Hi.

Is this your place?

- I work here.

- What's your name?

- Joe.

- Hi, Joe. I'm Sandy.

- Barbie. - Patty. Hi.

(group laughs)

We're doing a wine tour.

Wine tour. Wine tour.

Is that right? That sounds weird.

- Tour. Wine tour. - Wine tour?

Tour. - So do you offer tastings?

- Not really.

- You do make wine?

- Some.

- Well, if he makes wine, I want to taste it.

- That's not the only thing you want to taste.

- Do not get him started.

(group laughs)

- I can let you taste some wine.

- Uh um. (laughs)

I'm staying for a private wine tasting.

You bitches can pick me up later.

- [Sandy] Okay.

- On second thought, I'll call you.

I assume you have a telephone.

- Of course. - You are so bad, Roger.

(girls muttering)

- You sure though? We can circle back in an hour.

- I'm good.

(girls laugh)

What could happen in a place called Wineville?

- Depends on how much wine you drink I guess.

- Alright, don't you do anything I wouldn't do.

- You do everything.

Everything she would do.

- I will meet you back at the motel.

- Good time. - Do not wait up.

So, where do you keep this wine?

(ominous tones)

(ominous tones continue)

(door slams)

Wow.

(ominous tones continue)

(ominous tones continue)

(ominous tones continue)

(ominous tones continue)

- This is our Zinfandel.

(wine splashing)

- Yum.

- Yeah, Edmund got all these machines back in the '50s,

but they still work just fine.

I can switch 'em on if you wanna see.

- There's no need.

What's all that?

- That's where the juice ferments

before it goes into the barrels for aging.

Yeah, this used to be a really productive winery

before Edmund....

Anyways, I'm trying to bring it back.

- Mm.

Is it hard work, physical labor?

- I don't know.

It's just my life. - Mm-hmm.

- Say that feels pretty good.

What are you, some kind of professional?

- No. I just know my way around a man's body.

(lips smacking quietly)

- Yeah, that feels pretty good too.

(lips continue smacking quietly)

Whoa. - Too much?

- No, I just never kissed another guy before.

- Who knows what you want better than another guy?

- Makes sense.

- Lucky you met me.

(ominous tones)

You have somewhere sexy we could go?

- Follow me.

This is the really good stuff, private preserve.

You wanna try?

- Maybe after.

(lips smacking)

(men moaning)

What's in there?

- That's where people will go who are bad.

You wanna go in?

- Bet your ass I do.

(unsettling music)

Freaky.

But do I get it.

(lips smacking gently)

(zipper buzzing)

(film reel clicking)

(thunder rumbling)

(Joe pants)

(film reel clicking)

(lips smacking gently)

(film reel clicking)

(ominous tones)

(Margaret laughs)

- Well looky there.

Your little pecker's hard.

Is it bugging you?

I can take care of that.

- [Joe] No.

- Too strong. Not strong enough?

- No, it's good, I...

(film reel clicking)

- Then let me continue.

(Margaret laughs)

- Oh, hang on.

Oh, there he goes.

- I said no!

(slap cracks)

- Well hell, boy.

You better learn some self control.

- Is this gonna be rough?

I can do rough.

The best you got.

- No woman wants a 30 second man.

If that's all you got, you're not gonna be able

to please anybody with that little thing. (laughs)

(slap cracks)

(Roger pants)

(Roger continues panting)

- Was I bad?

- Oh! (laughs)

Oh, don't be like that kid.

- Yeah. - Do it again.

(slaps crack)

Wait!

(Roger exclaims)

That's too hard! - Shut up!

(punch thuds)

(punches thud)

(tense dramatic music)

(Joe grunts) (punches thud)

(Joe pants)

(door slams)

(Joe pants)

(water splashes)

(knocking at door)

(door squeaks)

- What have you done now?

(ominous tones)

Disgusting.

You disgust me.

A man.

You let a man put his mouth...

Don't tell me, I don't wanna know what you did.

It's perverted.

- [Joe] I'm sorry.

- I am not always gonna be around to take care of you.

- [Joe] I know. I'm sorry.

- Stop apologizing!

It makes it worse.

Oh!

(Roger whimpers)

(eerie music)

Alright Joseph, you can go.

I'll deal with this, like I always do.

(unsettling music)

(suspenseful music)

(Margaret mutters)

♪ Go tell it on the mountain ♪

♪ Over the hills ♪

♪ Go tell it on the mountain ♪

♪ Over the hills ♪

♪ And everywhere ♪

(knife slashes) - You don't have to do this.

- I know, but I want to.

(knife slashes) ♪ That Jesus Christ is born ♪

♪ Go ♪

(Missy screams) (knife slashes)

♪ Over the hills and everywhere ♪

What is it that makes you people

do the perverted things you do?

Is it something in your head?

(Roger yelps) Hmm?

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Is it something in your heart?

(Roger whimpers)

- [Roger] Please don't. No.

(man yells)

Help! Oh God.

- Maybe, maybe it's something in your loins.

(Roger yells)

You people are so sick.

It can't just be this

that's making you do the perverted things you do.

(Roger whimpers)

♪ Go tell it on the mountain ♪

(Margaret hums)

(door creaks)

(electricity crackles) - No.

No, no. - Mom!

Mom, you up?

- Oh, yeah.

Honey, what is wrong?

- I heard a scream.

- It was probably just a nightmare.

- No, I really heard it.

Honey, it's probably coyotes.

Their howls can sound just like screaming.

- Probably.

But, can I sleep with you?

(gentle music)

- Sure honey. Here.

Here, we'll turn the fan on

so the noise'll drown out any screams.

(fan buzzing)

(unsettling music)

(insects chirping)

(ominous tones)

(door squeaks)

- It's done. You clean it up.

(unsettling music)

(unsettling music continues)

(unsettling music continues)

(dramatic music)

(unsettling music)

(ax thuds)

(blood splashes)

(arm thuds)

(ominous tones)

(unsettling music)

(machine whirs)

(grinder crunching)

(crunching continues)

(unsettling music continues)

(fan buzzing)

(grinder crunching)

(unsettling music)

(unsettling music continues)

(blood splattering)

(unsettling music continues)

(unsettling music continues)

(blood splashing)

(ominous tones)

(water spray hissing)

(unsettling music)

(unsettling music continues)

(water splashing)

(unsettling music)

(door creaks)

(unsettling music continues)

(unsettling music continues)

(unsettling music continues)

(peacocks calling)

- Look at that one. Let's call him Spike.

His hair looks like a big old mohawk.

Oh, let me go see what the sheriff wants.

Here, you keep feeding 'em.

Howdy John.

- Hey. - What's up?

Have you seen a guy yesterday by the name of Roger Holland?

- I didn't see anybody.

- Is Joe around?

- I haven't seen him yet today.

You might wanna check his camper.

Everything okay?

- I hope.

- Hey John, I don't know

what time you're getting off tonight,

but would you like to join us for dinner?

I'm just making spaghetti and meatballs.

- I love to.

- Okay, couple hours?

- I'll be there.

(engine rumbles)

(banging on door)

Joe, you in there?

(Joe groans)

Joe, you all right? Can I come in?

- [Joe] No, don't.

- I gotta ask you some questions, Joe.

- Oh Sheriff, I'm just feeling so sick.

Can it wait?

- Look Joe, I know you're feeling ill,

but I gotta ask you some-

- No, I need to pester the boy, Sheriff.

- [John] Have you seen this man yesterday?

(eerie music)

- No. - Please, look carefully.

- Well, sheriff, it's hard to tell

what he even looks like from this thing.

- I know. I know it's not the best quality.

But he was here yesterday with three female friends.

They dropped him off and then he just disappeared.

Never made a call to his friends.

Never showed up at their motel.

- Well, how do you know he was here?

- Well, the women said so.

- Well, John, you know,

perhaps they were at the wrong place.

We're not the only vineyard on this road.

- I know that.

They visited several vineyards.

- Oh, so they'd been drinking?

(banging on door)

- Joe, how about you?

Have you seen this man?

- Sorry, Sheriff.

- So nobody saw a car full of people who say they were here?

- I'm sorry you wasted your time, Sheriff.

- Alright, have a good day.

(eerie music)

(Joe wretches)

- [Tess] Goodnight, honey.

I'm just gonna be outside if you need anything, okay?

- [Walter] Okay, Mom.

- Now that was delicious.

- Oh. - Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Ah, yeah. (sighs)

Not the worst place in the world now, is it?

- Place? It's fine I guess.

Now the people...

- Oh, ouch.

- Present company excluded of course.

(both chuckle)

- You know, it is weird being here twice in one week.

And both for missing persons.

- Remember in school they used to tell us the story

about the kidnapped boys to keep us in line.

- Mm. - Wander off

and the crazy chicken coop killer's

gonna catch you and eat you.

- I don't think he was a cannibal.

- Oh, well they weren't gonna say kidnap and rape you

to a bunch of third graders.

- Mm-hmm. Guess so.

You know, that was just up the road from here.

- You think I don't know that?

Most parents would not let their kids come and play here.

Not that I wanted 'em to.

- Yeah, you were kind of a loner.

- Not by choice.

(thoughtful music)

- So um, why did you leave?

- You really wanna know, John?

It's not pretty.

- If you'll tell me, I want to hear it.

(Tess sighs)

- Maybe you remember my dad.

He was much older than my mom.

And I think she was only like 18 or 19.

I think I was born nine months to the day

from their wedding night.

And after that he pretty much had no use for her

except as some kind of a slave.

He had no use for me either, 'til I hit puberty.

(eerie tones)

(water sprinkler clicking)

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues) (eerie music)

(door clicks open)

(ominous tones) (door squeaks)

(scary music)

- [Edmund] Hmm.

Oh my girl.

- Daddy, please.

No no, no, no, no.

Please stop. Please.

- Edmund. Leave her alone!

(punch thuds) - Get!

(door slams)

(lock clicks)

(eerie, suspenseful music)

- Daddy please. No, no, no.

(Tess sobs)

No, no no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

(Tess sobs)

- Because I didn't know.

- You don't tell me what to do, bitch.

(slap cracks) (mother screams)

(ominous music)

Come here!

- [Tess] Daddy, please stop.

I don't like it.

- [Edmund] Come on!

- [Tess] No, no, no, no.

- [Edmund] I said come here!

(Edmund grunts) - Stop.

- Baby, I'm sorry.

- Get up there.

- No, no. - You sit down.

- No, no. - Get upstairs.

Go on!

- No, please no. - Get up there.

No, please stop.

No.

(unsettling music)

- Mom?

(Tess grunts)

Mom, Mom!

Mom?

(Tess grunts)

Mom?

Mom!

(Tess yells out in pain)

Margaret. Margaret!

Help!

Okay. Okay.

Margaret, Margaret help.

(Tess pants)

Mom! Mom?

Mom.

(startling tone)

Mom!

Oh my God.

(Tess screams)

Help!

Please, Mom, please!

(Tess screams)

- What's with all that screaming?

Shut her up.

- Help.

- Little girls have been pushing babies out of them

for thousands of years with no help.

So don't expect any from me.

(Tess sobs)

- [Tess] It hurts.

(Tess screams)

(Tess pants)

(insects chirping)

- The baby was stillborn.

Maybe it was for the best.

Of course it was for the best.

And I left as soon as I could walk, obviously.

- I mean, well did you call the police?

Did you file a report?

Did...

Oh, that was stupid.

I'm sorry. I...

(John sighs)

Honestly, I don't know what to say.

- What can anybody say? (chuckles)

It, it is what it is.

And anyway, it was a long time ago.

I'm over it.

(insects chirping)

- You have got to be one of the bravest,

strongest women I've ever met.

(insects chirping)

(insects continue chirping)

Um, because you left,

- Yes? - You didn't get the chance

to hear the Bandeliers play at the senior dance.

- I'm sorry?

- My vocal group. Four part harmony.

Oh yeah.

We were gonna give The Platters a run for their money.

- Uh, well The Platters were five.

- And we did it in a four.

We were that good.

- Oh? - Yeah.

♪ Oh baby, I love you so ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ And oh, pretty baby ♪

♪ I'll never let you go ♪

- Gorgeous.

- Oh, come on now.

- Oh.

♪ Oh yeah, baby ♪

♪ You are mine, yeah ♪

♪ And only me 'til the end of time ♪

♪ Baby, you are mine, yeah ♪

♪ And oh pretty baby ♪

♪ 'Til the end of time ♪

Can I see you again?

- Of course. I'd really like that.

- Okay.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

♪ Oh yeah, baby ♪

♪ You are mine, yeah ♪

♪ And only 'til the end of time ♪

(gentle music)

(door squeaks)

(unsettling music)

(unsettling music continues)

(ominous tones) (eerie music)

(unsettling music continues)

- You can still have me, Edmund.

And when did I stop being enough?

- You disgust me.

I want you outta my sight.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(lips popping)

- Hey, come here girl.

- Hey, are you okay out here with all the girls?

I gotta go ask your mom something.

- [Walter] Sure!

(eerie music)

(ominous tones) (tapping on glass)

- Jesus.

- Can you come out?

- Yeah.

What's up?

- I wanna show you something.

- Okay.

- Something I never show anybody.

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(metal clatters)

- [Tess] Shit! Sorry.

- [Joe] Don't worry about it.

(suspenseful music)

- I had no idea any of this stuff was in here.

- [Joe] Yeah, no one knows

I'm trying to get the winery operating again.

- Secrets. - This way.

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(chickens cluck)

(Walter sighs)

- Mom?

- This here is my private barrel.

The really good stuff.

It's the first batch I ever started.

I started when I was just a kid

and it just gets better every single year.

I even taught myself how to blend.

- Wow. Port.

Hmm.

You're a talented winemaker, Joe.

- I'm glad you think so

because...

I want you to be a part of it.

(tense music)

- [Walter] Mom?

Mom!

- I'm not griping. I would never do that.

Edmund and Margaret, they gave me a home.

I owe them everything,

- But...

- But, there's more to life.

I mean, there's gotta be, right?

- Cheers to that.

- Edmund, he was just so stuck in the past.

He would never let me change anything.

Yes, we made vinegar, we sold grapes.

But secretly, I've been doing all this.

- And Margaret?

- Maybe she knows. I don't know.

We never talk about it.

Tess.

I know I have no right to ask you,

but if you stay, if you help me,

we could really build something.

Make it a real winery.

We could have tours and even open a little restaurant.

- Yes, sure.

All of that.

My life is in your hands.

(dramatic music)

- Mom?

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

Mom. What the hell?

- I'm sorry.

Walter.

Walter.

(pensive music)

(Joe wheezes)

(glass shatters)

(pensive music continues)

(ax thuds) (Joe growls)

(wine splashes)

(pensive music)

- [Joe] No.

No, no.

No!

No!

No!

(sad music)

(sad music continues)

(door bangs)

(ominous tones)

- Walter, please stop.

(engine rumbles)

Walter, please, stop.

Jesus. You're fast, kid.

I don't know what you saw.

- You in love with Joe?

- God, no. That was just...

It just happened.

What can I say?

In a couple years,

you're gonna be kissing any girl who'll let you.

- Ugh. No.

- Yeah. We'll see.

- I wanna go home, Mom.

- Yeah? You sure about that?

Well what about the chickens and the grapes?

And Joe?

- I don't like it. I wanna go home.

I really do.

- Okay.

- You mean it?

- We won't stay a minute longer than we have to.

Alright?

- Deal.

- Deal.

Come here.

Ugh. Go wash up.

You smell like chicken poop.

Ugh.

I guess you heard all that.

- I'm not gonna beg you, but you know what the situation is.

This place is my world.

And it could be yours too.

- I don't think this is a healthy place to raise my son.

- Well, maybe it isn't, but maybe it is.

But what's gonna be become of Joe and me?

Hmm? Where are we gonna go?

- Everyone has to move on sometime.

And this is our chance to do exactly that.

This opportunity is the one thing my father ever did for me.

And he didn't even do it intentionally.

- Well, if you've made up your mind.

- It's not like you're gonna be out on the street tomorrow.

Okay?

The paperwork is still gonna take a day or two,

and we have to market the property, find a buyer.

It could take months.

And then if the sale goes well,

then maybe I can help you and Joe out.

- (laughs) - Charity from my niece.

- It's not charity if it's family.

Listen, why don't you and Joe come over for dinner tonight?

- That sounds good. - Okay.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

(suspenseful music)

- [Dispatcher] Base to Sheriff Hicks. Base to Sheriff Hicks.

Acknowledge, please.

- Go for Hicks.

- [Dispatcher] Sheriff, I've got that woman

with the missing friend on the line.

Would you like me to patch her through?

- You bet. Thanks. - Hello, Sheriff?

- This is Sheriff Hicks.

Hey, I wanted to ask you-

- Did you find Roger?

- No, not yet, Miss, sorry.

But to that point, are you absolutely sure

that it was Lott Vineyard that you guys were at

before Roger left the group?

Not some other vineyard on the same road.

- Does another vineyard have a hot guy named Joe?

- I suppose they don't, no.

- Can't believe you haven't found him yet.

What the hell is going on down there?

- I'm very sorry, Miss.

- Don't be sorry. Just find Roger.

(engine rumbles)

(unsettling music)

(doorbell rings)

- Hi, I am so sorry

for putting you on the spot earlier today.

It was very unfair of me.

So I made you some of my famous chili.

(Margaret laughs)

- Oh, famous?

- Well, it was Edmund's favorite

and Joe loves it too.

- Is Joe coming?

- No, I don't think his truck is back.

I think he's running some errands.

- Okay, come on in.

- It's good, isn't it?

- Sure is.

(women chuckle)

- Well, I'm not much of a chili person, but...

- Oh, I'm so glad.

Tomorrow morning, I'm gonna make both of you

a peacock egg omelet.

- What? You can eat peacock eggs.

- You sure can.

But it's not the peacocks who lay the eggs.

It's the pea hens.

Didn't Joe tell you this?

Pea fowl eggs are really delicious

and they're something of a delicacy.

If we could harvest enough of them,

we could make a good living just selling those eggs alone.

But pee hens only lay one egg, I think every two weeks.

So they're not like chickens.

In that respect we really couldn't make much.

And you know, I don't think I could handle

a whole muster of pea fowl.

And it's not a flock, you know, it's called a muster.

- Walter, you okay?

Walter? Walter?

- Mm-hmm.

(ominous tones)

(Margaret sighs)

(unsettling music)

(unsettling music continues)

(Margaret groans)

(unsettling music continues)

(unsettling music continues)

(startling tone)

(door bangs)

(Tess sobs)

- [Tess] Daddy no, please.

- My girl. - No, no, no.

Please stop.

No, no, don't.

(Edmund grunts)

I don't like it.

I don't want you to do.

- I'm sorry, but I have to.

- No, please.

(Edmund laughs)

(Tess screams out)

- Welcome back sleepy head.

(Tess' voice muffles)

I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that. (laughs)

(tense music)

I'm gonna need you to sign something.

It's an agreement.

It's very simple, really.

You're going to sign this

and then you're gonna call Ms. Anders

and tell her that you've changed your mind

and you want to leave the vineyard to Joe and me.

And then you can go back to Sin City.

(Tess' voice muffling)

(unsettling music)

(Tess' voice muffles)

Where's Walter? That's what you're asking.

Well, he's alive, that much I know.

I mean, I wouldn't lie about that, would I?

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

Now, I'm sure you're probably wondering

what's gonna happen to me if I don't sign?

I've been giving it some thought.

And I know how much you love

your pretty face and your pretty hair,

and your pretty hands.

I'm gonna take them from you

and then I'm gonna kill your kid.

(Tess' voice muffles)

That is, if I haven't killed him already,

And gosh with all the comings and goings around here,

I just can't seem to remember.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

- [John] Son of a bitch.

Shit.

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(tense music)

(Walter's voice muffles)

- Help. Help, please help.

Help!

- Oh yes, yes. Now I remember.

Yes, yes. He's alive.

100% for sure. He's alive.

And you will sign this paper

if you want him to stay that way.

Sign and you're free to go.

- [Walter] Help. Help me!

(suspenseful music)

Help me.

Help me, please!

(rock bangs)

Help!

Help me.

Help me, Mom, Mom!

Mom, I need you!

Mom!

Somebody help me, please.

Help.

(suspenseful music continues)

Help!

Please help me.

Help me, please.

Help me, Mom, Mom!

(suspenseful music continues) (locks jangle)

Mom, I need you!

Mom, in here!

- Walter. - I'm in here.

- Where are you?

- Help me.

Help me, please, help!

Help me!

Help me, Mom.

Mom!

- Walter!

- Please help me, I'm in here.

- Are you alone? - Mm-hmm.

Get me outta this thing.

Hurry!

- Walter!

Shit! Are you hurt?

- No.

- Who did this to you? - I don't know.

I just woke up and I was here.

- Where's Joe? - Where's my mom?

- Come on.

Let's go find her. - Okay.

- [John] Let's go. Let's go.

- I never realized how many different ways there were

to kill a person. (laughs)

Well take Walter for instance.

There's just nothing to him.

He's so little that I could take the garden shears

and snip off his hands and watch him bleed to death.

Oh, oh careful. Don't fall off.

You don't wanna end up like your mother.

I know what Walter means to you.

I feel the same way about my boy, Joe.

I hear what you're gonna say.

But Margaret, Joe isn't even really your son.

And technically you're right.

I did not give birth to him.

You did.

(Margaret laughs)

(Tess screams)

You better push this baby outta you

or you're gonna die in this bed

and you're gonna leave me to clean it up.

(Tess pants)

(baby cries)

- Kill it and bury it.

- Edmund, it's your son.

- I don't want a inbred freak around here.

Take care of it, now.

(gentle music) (baby coos)

(gentle music continues) (baby continues cooing)

(gentle music continues) (baby continues cooing)

(pensive music)

(dramatic music)

(baby cries)

(dramatic music)

Stillborn, to be expected.

- I'm so sorry, Theresa.

You know I did everything I could.

- Was it a boy or girl?

Can I at least see it?

- [Edmund] Already buried.

- No. - What's the point?

- No.

You want a baby so bad, they're easily made.

- A (Tess sobs)

(Margaret laughs)

- Fucking liar!

You're a fucking liar.

- You know it's true.

And you don't care.

You still wanna fuck him.

- Oh, you sick, sick fucking bitch.

- Call me all the names you want.

Just sign the paper.

- You touch one fucking hair on his head.

I will fucking kill you.

I will fucking- - There we go.

There we go.

(tense music)

- Joe, you don't gotta do this.

Go find your mom, now!

(baton thudding)

(men growling)

(door crashing)

- Mom! Mom!

(kick thuds)

(punches thudding)

(tense music)

(head thudding)

(elbow thuds)

(John yells)

(head thudding) (glass shattering)

- [John] No, no, no!

(John growls)

(glass shatters)

(blade thudding)

(blade thudding) (Joe yells)

(eyes squishing) (Joe yells)

(punch thuds)

(metal clangs)

(John mutters)

(John thuds)

(tense music continues)

(John grunts)

(gun clicks)

(Joe yells) (blades crunch)

(Joe growls)

(blades crunch)

(Joe grunts)

(Joe pants)

(sad music)

(Joe thuds)

- Mom! Mom!

- Just in case you think I'm bluffing.

(Tess' voice muffles)

(Tess screams)

Oh, you're a bleeder.

Oh, goodie. I like that.

I knew I needed this.

Pardon me while I put on some protection.

Don't peek.

♪ Go tell it on the mountain ♪

♪ Over the hills and everywhere ♪

♪ Go tell it on the mountain ♪

♪ That Jesus Christ is born ♪

(Margaret hum)

(Margaret yells) (tense music)

Scrawny little thing.

I'm gonna ring your neck like a chicken,

you worthless little bastard.

(Margaret yells)

(ladies thudding)

(ladies growling)

(Margaret yells)

(rock thuds)

- Mom!

(ladies yelling)

(rock thudding)

Please stop.

Mom, stop!

(rock thuds)

- No!

(tense music)

Careful, it's sharp.

- [Walter] Joe!

(knife slashes)

(Joe gags)

Mom, you okay?

(Tess sobs)

(Tess continues sobbing) (sad music)

(door squeaks)

♪ There is a house ♪

♪ In New Orleans ♪

♪ They call the Rising Sun ♪

♪ And it's been the ruin ♪

♪ Of many a poor boy ♪

♪ And God, I know I'm one ♪

♪ Oh mothers tell your children ♪

♪ Not to do what I have done ♪

♪ Spend your lives in sin ♪

♪ And misery ♪

♪ In the House of the Rising Sun ♪

♪ There is a house ♪

♪ In New Orleans ♪

♪ They call the Rising Sun ♪

♪ And it's been the ruin ♪

♪ Oh many a poor boy ♪

♪ And God, I know I'm one ♪

♪ Oh mothers tell your children ♪

♪ Not to do what I have done ♪

♪ Spend your lives in sin ♪

♪ And misery ♪

♪ In the House of the Rising Sunday ♪

♪ There is a house ♪

♪ In New Orleans ♪

♪ They call the Rising Sunday ♪

♪ And it's been the ruin ♪

♪ Of many a poor boy ♪

♪ And God, I know I'm one ♪

♪ It's been the ruin ♪

♪ Of many a poor boy ♪

♪ And God ♪

♪ I know I'm one ♪

(unsettling music)