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- 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.

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.

- She's real pretty.

- You too.

You're sweet.

Ow!

- I'm sorry.

- No, it's okay.

I like it.

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.

Please don't do this.

You don't have to do this.

I won't say anything.

I'll do whatever you want.

I swear.

- 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?

- 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.

- 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?

- 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.

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

Ah. Oh well here goes nothing.

- 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.

- 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.

It's nice to meet you, Joe.

- Nice to meet you.

- Here, let me
help you out with those.

- 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.

- 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.

- Wow, this stuff is so old.

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

Mom.

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.

- Have a good day.

- Alright.

Thank you.

- Ms. Anders?
- Yeah.

- Thanks for coming.

- I don't suppose you
have air conditioning.

- Lucky there's indoor plumbing.

- Yep.

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.

- 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?

- 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

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.

- Alright, let me show you where to sign.

Right here.

- Everything all right?

- That woman!

- Come on in.

- 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.

- Well you keep dreaming, boy.

- 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?

Jesus.

- Come on. Let's go.

Come with me.

You can leave that.

Joe?

Joe.

What do you think?

You hear that?

Sounds like a saw.

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?

- On the barrel there.

- Thanks.

Hey.

Ugh.

- Jesus.

Jesus fucking Christ.

- Why Sheriff Hicks.

What a nice surprise.

You should have called.

I would've baked you a pie.

- Well, thank you Miss Lott,

but I'm trying to watch my sugar.

- Oh, don't be silly.

You're in wonderful shape.

- 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.

- Fuck!

- Just make that mark right there. Yeah.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- Theresa?

Tess!

- John Hicks?

I'll be damned.

- Oh my go-

- Um.

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

Yeah.
- Thanks.

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

Oh, right.

- 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.

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

Missed you at the senior
dance and graduation

- And all of junior and senior year.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

Make sure you wash.

- It's okay.
- Okay.

I'm into that.

Oh, hello.

Oh, excuse me.

Good afternoon!

- 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.

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.

- I can let you taste some wine.

- Uh um.

I'm staying for a private wine tasting.

You bitches can pick me up later.

- Okay.

- On second thought, I'll call you.

I assume you have a telephone.

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

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

- I'm good.

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?

Wow.

- This is our Zinfandel.

- 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.

- Yeah, that feels pretty good too.

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.

You have somewhere sexy we could go?

- Follow me.

This is the really good
stuff, private preserve.

You wanna try?

- Maybe after.

What's in there?

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

You wanna go in?

- Bet your ass I do.

Freaky.

But do I get it.

- Well looky there.

Your little pecker's hard.

Is it bugging you?

I can take care of that.

- No.

- Too strong. Not strong enough?

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

- Then let me continue.

- Oh, hang on.

Oh, there he goes.

- I said no!

- 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.

- Was I bad?

- Oh!

Oh, don't be like that kid.

- Yeah.
- Do it again.

Wait!

That's too hard!
- Shut up!

- What have you done now?

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.

- I'm sorry.

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

- I know. I'm sorry.

- Stop apologizing!

It makes it worse.

Oh!

Alright Joseph, you can go.

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

You don't have to do this.

- I know, but I want to.

What is it that makes you people

do the perverted things you do?

Is it something in your head?

Hmm?

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Is it something in your heart?

- Please don't. No.

Help! Oh God.

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

You people are so sick.

It can't just be this

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

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?

- Sure honey. Here.

Here, we'll turn the fan on

so the noise'll drown out any screams.

- It's done. You clean it up.

- 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.

Joe, you in there?

Joe, you all right? Can I come in?

- 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.

- Have you seen this man yesterday?

- 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?

- 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.

- Goodnight, honey.

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

- Okay, Mom.

- Now that was delicious.

- Oh.
- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Ah, yeah.

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.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- Hmm.

Oh my girl.

- Daddy, please.

No no, no, no, no.

Please stop. Please.

- Edmund. Leave her alone!

Get!

- Daddy please. No, no, no.

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

No.

- Because I didn't know.

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

Come here!

- Daddy, please stop.

I don't like it.

- Come on!

- No, no, no, no.

- I said come here!

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.

- Mom?

Mom, Mom!

Mom?

Mom?

Mom!

Margaret. Margaret!

Help!

Okay. Okay.

Margaret, Margaret help.

Mom! Mom?

Mom.

Mom!

Oh my God.

Help!

Please, Mom, please!

- 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.

- It hurts.

- 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...

Honestly, I don't know what to say.

- What can anybody say?

It, it is what it is.

And anyway, it was a long time ago.

I'm over it.

- You have got to be one of the bravest,

strongest women I've ever met.

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.

- Gorgeous.

- Oh, come on now.

- Oh.

Can I see you again?

- Of course. I'd really like that.

- Okay.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- You can still have me, Edmund.

And when did I stop being enough?

- You disgust me.

I want you outta my sight.

- Hey, come here girl.

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

I gotta go ask your mom something.

- Sure!

- Jesus.

- Can you come out?

- Yeah.

What's up?

- I wanna show you something.

- Okay.

- Something I never show anybody.

- Shit! Sorry.

- Don't worry about it.

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

- Yeah, no one knows

I'm trying to get the
winery operating again.

- Secrets.
- This way.

- 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.

- 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.

- Mom?

Mom. What the hell?

- I'm sorry.

Walter.

Walter.

- No.

No, no.

No!

No!

No!

- Walter, please stop.

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.

- - 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.

- Base to Sheriff
Hicks. Base to Sheriff Hicks.

Acknowledge, please.

- Go for Hicks.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- Daddy no, please.

- My girl.
- No, no, no.

Please stop.

No, no, don't.

I don't like it.

I don't want you to do.

- I'm sorry, but I have to.

- No, please.

- Welcome back sleepy head.

I'm sorry I didn't quite
catch that.

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.

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?

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.

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.

- Son of a bitch.

Shit.

- 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.

- Help. Help me!

Help me.

Help me, please!

Help!

Help me.

Help me, Mom, Mom!

Mom, I need you!

Mom!

Somebody help me, please.

Help.

Help!

Please help me.

Help me, please.

Help me, Mom, Mom!

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.

- Let's go. Let's go.

- I never realized how many
different ways there were

to kill a person.

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.

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.

- Kill it and bury it.

- Edmund, it's your son.

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

Take care of it, now.

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?

- Already buried.

- No.
- What's the point?

- No.

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

- A

- 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.

- Joe, you don't gotta do this.

Go find your mom, now!

- Mom! Mom!

- No, no, no!

- Mom! Mom!

- Just in case you think I'm bluffing.

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.

Scrawny little thing.

I'm gonna ring your neck like a chicken,

you worthless little bastard.

- Mom!

Please stop.

Mom, stop!

- No!

Careful, it's sharp.

- Joe!

Mom, you okay?