- Stop it!
- No, you!
- Becky?
Luke?
Best hurry up and get down here
for breakfast!
You'll be late for school!
Frank, you ok?
- Almost worked my arm off
trimming a dead limb
with a dull saw.
Good coffee
and I'll be all right.
- Why don't you come in
and have some breakfast
with the children?
Get off your feet a moment.
- Work isn't gonna get done
on its own.
Listen, make sure you get
the children fed
and out here soon.
I need to have them
working with me from now on.
- Frank, they've missed
so much school
already this year.
- I can't talk about this
every time I need their help,
Eliza.
- They're just children, frank.
- Well, they're my grandkids.
Those children have to grow up
sooner or later.
Best they do it while they're
helping out their family.
- Mom, are you going to walk us
to school today?
- I wish you wouldn't.
All the boys call me "baby"
when you do.
- Well, your grandpa and I
have been talking, and...
We're going to need your help
around here for a while.
- But, mom!
- No buts, Becky.
And... it won't be permanent.
- It's ok, mom.
There are only a few kids
at school, anyways.
- "Anyway."
Why don't you go change
into your chore clothes?
It won't be forever,
Becky, I promise.
- Most of the girls
are still going to school.
The boys are
the only ones not going.
- Well, those other families
are blessed with lots of boys,
so the girls can stay in school.
We can't do without you.
- I should go change
into my chore clothes too.
- Becky...
At night,
maybe we can work on sewing
that new Sunday dress
we've been talking about.
- Thanks, mama.
- Hey, mister.
You lost?
- Well, you have to know
where you're going
to be lost, sheriff.
Me, I'm just looking for work.
- Then you'd better
keep on a-movin',
because there's not a job
to be had in this county.
- Must be some work as a picker
on one of these farms.
- If folks around here
could afford to hire a picker,
this country would be overrun
with people like you.
- I understand, sheriff.
Guess I'll just be on my way.
- Hey, wait a minute.
You serve in the army?
Private in Paris,
general Pershing, July 1917.
First division.
Served until the armistice.
- I had a young brother
served with the marine corps.
He fought and d*ed
at the Marne.
- Sorry to hear that.
- My name is, uh, John Dawkins.
- Gabe Harper.
- Nice to meet you.
- Likewise.
- You had anything to eat
lately?
- Well, nothin' regular, but...
I find something here and there.
I'll give you a ride
into town.
Maybe we can
rustle something up.
It's awful hard to travel
on an empty stomach.
- I appreciate that.
- Come on. I'll take you to see
Mr. Walker.
Maybe he's got something
for you.
- Sure is nice of you, sir.
- So...
How long this time before
the children go back to school?
- Not until after the harvest.
Even then, I don't see
how we can spare them.
We're struggling
to make ends meet as it is.
- Well...
Don't you fret
about those children.
I'll run through their lessons
with 'em at night
and keep 'em right on track.
- I don't know how you can stay
so happy and optimistic.
- This is
a wonderful opportunity for me.
I can't hide in the garden
with the chickens
or my room forever,
no matter how my brother feels
about me.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
How did it come to this?
- And things are gonna get
tougher before they get better.
But you got to remember
that your faith isn't something
that hard times or frank
or the depression
or all the struggles
that lay ahead
can take away from.
You just let old aunt Batty
and your faith
in the good lord...
Help get you through this.
- Sore arms, huh?
Maybe that'll learn ya some.
You sharpen the tools
the way I showed you?
It won't be half as hard
to trim these here branches.
- Yes, sir.
- Becky.
We know what to do.
We'll move through the rows and
call the crop that's most mature
and come back around
for the rest.
Ah!
- Grandpa?
What's wrong?
Grandpa?
- I'm going to get ma.
Ma!
Ma! Ma!
Ma! Ma!
Ma!
Ma, come quick.
It's grandpa!
- Frank.
Frank.
- Go home, children.
Go home.
- Uh... stay with frank.
I'm gonna get the wagon and
take him to the doctor in town.
- See you tomorrow!
- "You need to be angels
for each other,
"to give each other strength
and consolation.
"Because only when
we fully realize
"that the cup of life
is not only a cup of sorrow...
"But also a cup of joy,
do we drink of it."
- Mom!
Aunt Batty!
- Never saw the storeroom
in such good order.
You get to everything
on the list?
- Yes, sir.
Please, I'm Tom.
Calling me "sir" makes me feel
20 years older than I really am.
Gabe.
- Sorry I don't have the money
to keep you on, Gabe.
- This here's payment enough.
I haven't had a meal this good
in some time.
- My wife will be happy
to hear it.
- Get some of that dirt
off of there, clement.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Cunningham!
- What's wrong, sheriff?
- Well...
Frank Wyatt's dead.
Had a heart att*ck.
- You don't say.
Thought if there'd be anyone
to outlast all of us,
it'd be frank.
- You can't help but feel
for Eliza and those kids.
- Gonna be near impossible
to keep the place in order
and bring in their crop.
- Yes, it is.
How'd old Gabe do today?
- I was just telling him.
Too bad I can't afford
to keep him on.
- Well, is that a fact?
- Sheriff, I'll just, uh,
wash this off.
Won't be but a moment.
Take you up on that ride.
- Oh, wait a minute, son.
I...i may have another job
for you.
Mrs. Wyatt wants to Bury
her father-in-law
as soon as possible.
It's not a very clean job,
but she needs a grave dug.
Don't imagine it pays much,
either.
- Aw, I'm sure it will be
more than fair.
- Well, I'd better tell the wife
about Eliza's loss.
She'll want to put something
together for them.
It was a pleasure
to meet you, Gabe.
- Likewise, Tom.
- I don't know what's going
to become of her.
Her husband passed away
five years ago,
and now her father-in-law's
up and d*ed.
Poor little thing, she's got
them two children at home,
crop to bring in,
and nobody to help her.
Eliza.
- Sheriff.
- This is the man I was
telling you about yesterday.
- Mrs. Wyatt.
Gabriel Harper.
- If you'll give me
just a moment,
I'll show you both
to the family burial plot.
- Who's that with the sheriff?
- A man named Gabriel Harper.
I've never seen him before.
- Neither have I.
Uh... I'm gonna show them out
to the family plot.
Can you make sure that
the children are up and dressed?
- Of course.
- The minister's gonna be here
in a few hours, and I...
I have a lot to do before
everybody gets here.
- Be strong, Eliza.
Every blade of grass
has an angel,
bends over it, whispers,
"grow."
With some help
from the good lord,
we'll get through this.
You believe me, don't you?
- I'm afraid I don't have much
in the way to pay you,
Mr. Harper.
- Ah, a good meal and a roof
over my head tonight's
more than I can ask for.
- Well, fair enough.
This is where we'd like frank
to be buried.
Next to his son.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Well, it will take a few hours
for us to dig it.
- Us?
- Yes, ma'am.
He's a hard worker,
but I don't expect he'll do it
all by himself.
Ask Luke to bring me
a cup of coffee, would you?
- Thank you, sheriff.
- I need the exercise anyway.
- "...by faith into this grace
wherein we stand,
"and rejoice in hope
of the glory of god.
"And not only so, but we glory
in tribulations also:
"Knowing that tribulation
worketh Patience;
"and Patience, experience;
"and experience, hope:
"And hope maketh not ashamed;
"because the love of god
is shed abroad
by the holy ghost
which is given unto us."
Amen.
Amen.
- Would you like a cookie,
Mr. Wakefield?
- Oh, I'm fine.
Thank you.
- Thank you, Batty.
Come here to me.
- Mama?
Is grandpa in heaven with dad?
- Of course.
Why would you ask that?
- It's just...
He was always yelling
at all of us.
And yesterday,
he was so angry with Luke,
that I'm worried
he won't get into heaven.
Oh, baby.
If having a short temper
was something
that would keep a man
out of heaven,
likely half the saints would be
on the outside looking in.
Saint Peter included.
Your grandpa loved both of you
very much.
Just had his own way
of showing it, that's all.
He yelled at you because
he wanted you to grow up right.
Smart, strong.
Now, the good lord
wouldn't keep you out of heaven
just for wanting what's best
for your grandchildren.
Certainly not for loving them
that much.
- But I miss him.
- Oh.
I know.
But probably not
half as much as he misses you.
- Mama?
Are we going to be able
to stay here?
- Of course.
It's our home.
- Thank you so much for coming.
- If there's anything
we can do...
We appreciate it.
Oh, reverend, reverend,
thank you.
- God willing...
Everything will work out
just fine.
- Yes, god willing.
- God willing.
Good luck.
- Goodbye, Mr. Wakefield.
- Goodbye.
Please, pass on my condolences.
I know that Eliza's had
a rough time, but...
I'll need to speak to her soon
about the farm.
And tell her
I'll come visit here,
if coming down to the bank
is too much.
- I'll pass on both.
- Bye.
- Oh, leave that out, dear.
Mr. Harper's still eatin'.
- Oh, I completely forgot
about him.
- Oh, not to worry.
I took him a plate.
Actually,
he's already on his second.
- I didn't see him
in the living room.
- He wouldn't come in.
He said he wasn't fit
to enter our home.
- Parents raised him well.
- Well, I think
it's kind of strange
that a man so polite
and well-spoken
would be out
wandering across the country.
- I think we'd best mind
our own business.
- Oh, I am, I...
I just think it's
kind of strange, that's all.
Well, I'll go make up
the spare room.
- I can't have a strange man
in this house.
- Well, where's he gonna sleep?
- Well, he can stay in the barn.
If you'll give him
some blankets,
I don't think he'll mind.
- Ok.
I'll go get the blankets.
- I hope this is ok.
- More than fine.
I'm sorry for your loss.
I sure do appreciate
the kindness you offer me.
- I'll come back in the morning,
to get you for breakfast.
- Well, the sheriff's going
to pick me up early morning.
- Not without breakfast.
I insist.
Oh, lord, what am I gonna do?
I don't have...
Nearly the faith
that aunt Batty has.
I don't know how I'm gonna
make it through this.
- It's gonna be all right.
- I just want to run away.
I just want to pack up
the children and go.
- No, don't say that, dear.
- This place has become
a prison.
- The farm is all we got.
You must keep the faith, dear.
It's always helped me
get through hard times.
- You've only been back here
a few years.
This place has been dying
for a long time.
I never could believe
you'd want to come back here,
especially with the way
that frank treated you.
The children and I
had no choice, but you...
- I just had to come to grips
with the understanding
that if...
I wanted his love and his help,
it was going to have to be
on his terms,
and not mine.
And now...
I'm where I should be.
My home and family.
- Fine family we are.
Not much of a home, either.
- You know, I like a home
that has a few creaks in it.
It makes you feel
like it's lived in.
By the way, same with family.
- Sorry if I woke you up.
- No.
When you live on a farm
all your life,
you're up before the sun
out of habit.
I couldn't help but notice
how low you were on wood
in the barn.
As cold as it was last night,
can only imagine how bad
it's gonna be this winter.
Thought I'd get you started on
a decent supply of split wood.
- Excuse me if I'm being
too forward, but...
What's such a decent man
like yourself
doing living the way you are?
- How's that?
- Well, you know...
Out in the world, no home,
wandering from place to place.
- I wish I had an easy answer
for you, but I don't.
- So, you're not headed
anywhere in particular?
Nobody out there
waiting for you?
- No, ma'am.
- Well, perhaps
I could convince you
to get off the road for a while
and stay here.
We ain't got much, but we could
give you room and board
for helping out around here.
Eliza's in a tough spot,
and I don't think she'd ask
for help from anyone.
You know, sometimes it takes
a crazy old woman like myself
to do the speaking for the likes
of people like you and her.
- Well, I could use a place
on a steady basis.
I've been on the road
a long time.
- Good.
Then why don't you go
to the pump and get washed up
and come on in the house
for breakfast?
- Oh, no, ma'am.
- Mr. Harper, if you think
you're too filthy to sit
at our table,
then clean yourself up.
I won't have you eating outside
anymore.
- Yes, ma'am.
- People around here call me
aunt Batty.
- Batty?
- You heard me.
Now, get washed up.
I'm gonna go in
and talk to Eliza
and finish getting breakfast
ready.
- You asked him to stay on.
How are we going to pay him?
- Room and board.
One extra mouth to feed
and a room is a good deal
for a man to help us bring in
the crop, if you ask me.
- I'm starting to see
why frank called you Batty.
- Sometimes it just takes
a freethinker like myself
to cut through things.
- No. No, I cannot have
a strange man
living in this house.
- Dear...
What else are you gonna do?
You're not
thinking this through.
This is so sudden,
but if we don't have
someone else to help us run
this place,
we're going to lose
whatever else we have left.
- Come in.
- Morning.
I'm sorry. Should I leave?
- No, no.
You're just in time
for breakfast. Sit down.
- Thank you.
Father, we thank thee
that thy kingdom
is neither meat nor drink
but righteousness.
Peace and joy forever.
Amen.
- Amen.
- Amen.
- Amen.
- Are you a hobo?
- Luke, watch yourself.
- No, sir.
But I guess
I sure do look like one.
- 'Cause people around here
don't like hobos and bums.
- All right, that's enough,
both of you.
Let's let Mr. Harper
eat in peace.
- What's your first name?
- Gabriel.
Gabriel.
But my friends and
most folks just call me Gabe.
- Like the angel.
- Well, my mother and grandma
used to say so,
so maybe I am.
- My aunt says we're her angels.
- Hmm.
Is that so?
Well, then, fellow angels,
what are your names?
- I'm Becky, and he's Luke.
- It's a pleasure
to meet both of you. Oh!
- Ma! Luke just poked Gabe
with his fork.
- He poked him?
- Yeah. For no reason at all.
- But I did have a reason.
I wanted to see
if he was really an angel.
- Luke, say you're sorry
right now.
- I'm sorry.
- No, no harm done.
- Look, I think Gabe
has probably had enough
of you two by now, so...
Finish your breakfast
and get moving.
We've got a lot
to get done today.
- I know it isn't my place
to say, but...
But maybe you and the children
should take
at least one more day
to yourselves.
I can get to work
if you show me where to start.
Mr. Harper.
- Please, Gabe.
- Gabe.
Do you know
what you're getting into here?
We have little or no chance of
making it through the harvest.
I have no money to pay you.
And I've nothing of value
to offer.
- Excuse me, ma'am.
I understand your concerns.
But the offer Batty made me
was room and board
in exchange for helping you out
around here.
That's more than generous enough
an offer for me.
- Just put it down there.
- Oop. Lost one.
- All right.
I'll get it later.
Yeah, last one.
Ok.
Ooh!
- Afternoon, folks!
- Sheriff.
- Gabe.
Can I talk to you a minute,
please?
- Sheriff?
- Son, you know,
I was kind of surprised
when I got that call from Batty
this morning.
Now, you seem to be
a decent sort of fellow,
but I want you to know exactly
what you're getting into.
Now, Batty means well,
but I don't want to give
these folks any false hopes.
Most of the people around here
are having trouble surviving
nowadays.
So if you made them a promise
to stick around here
until the harvest is in,
you've got to do exactly that.
- I told them I'd work
through the harvest.
I intend to do so.
- All right.
But when you made those people
a promise,
you made that same promise
to me.
And I intend for you to keep it.
- Well, I won't let them down.
Or you.
- Good.
You'd best get back to work.
- Sheriff.
- I'll be back in a few days
to see how y'all are doin'!
- Mama, can we do
some reading tonight?
- Certainly.
- Ohh!
- Now, Luke, if you don't
practice your reading,
you're never going
to get good at it.
- But, mom...
- No "but, mom"s,
you understand?
Now, please,
go on out to the barn
and get Gabe for breakfast.
- Ok.
Mama! Mama!
Ma, is he gonna die?
- No.
It's just a fever, that's all.
Uh, I want you two
to go back out
to the trees we finished up on
yesterday
and start picking from there,
ok?
Go on.
- Run along.
Work won't wait on any of us.
- Yes, ma.
- He runnin' a fever?
- He's hot as can be.
- Well, no need to worry.
My chicken soup
could raise the dead.
Come on. This is no place
for a sick man.
Let's get him inside.
- Inside?
- Yes, inside.
Come on, Gabe.
Come on.
- Oh.
- Come on.
Come on.
"24 December 1930.
"Christmas Eve.
"Jack spent it in some boxcar,
"rumbling down the tracks
to no place in particular.
"He traveled alone that night,
"not his first without family...
"But definitely his first...
- "...without both family
and friends since the w*r.
"At the last stop,
he could hear carolers singing
"in some nearby square,
"their voices carrying on
in the wind.
"They sang silent night.
"Jack joined in for a verse.
"For a moment,
it made him smile
"and remember Christmases past
when life was simple and good,
"a feeling he isn't so sure
"he'll ever know
in his heart again.
"Twelve years ago today...
Jack remembers it
like it was just yesterday..."
- How's Gabe doin'?
- Fever's broke.
- Good.
- I found a journal in his bag.
- Well?
- I think he's writing
a fiction,
about a hobo named Jack.
- And?
- It's very well-written.
Very sad.
- How so?
- Well, Gabe... I mean,
Jack is very alone in the world.
- Go on.
- Well, I didn't read
all that much.
He started to stir,
and I lost my nerve.
- Well, at least now we know
that our mysterious hobo
is not only polite,
well-mannered,
a veteran,
but he's a good writer as well.
Here are my famous
cornbread muffins.
- Why are they so famous?
- Because I declare them so,
ain't that enough?
Is Gabe up and moving yet?
- Not yet.
- Here, have a muffin.
- I don't mind if I do.
That is, if you don't mind
the company.
- Well, good Mornin', Gabe.
- Morning.
- We worried about you
the other day.
- Oh, yeah, I'm sorry.
Last thing I knew,
I was finishing chopping wood
before bed,
and everything went fuzzy.
- Well, you made it back
to the barn,
and then we brought you
back here.
- Thank you.
Again, again,
thanks for your trouble.
I'll just collect my things,
fix up the room,
head back to the barn.
- Gabe, wait.
The guest room is yours.
We can't have you living outside
like an animal.
Besides, you start sleeping
out there again,
you're liable to get
just as sick,
maybe even worse.
Go on, eat.
I'm sure you're starving.
Go ahead.
- Thank you.
Thank you, father,
for this bounty
we are about to receive.
- Amen.
- Amen.
- Ooh!
- Morning, Eliza.
Gabe.
- Sheriff, you too.
- Mr. Wakefield, I'm sorry
I didn't see you out
after the funeral.
- You, uh, have some time
to talk?
- Uh...
Well, sure.
Let's go inside.
- Looks like y'all been busy.
- Yeah.
Dawn 'til dusk.
This an official visit?
- Me? No. For him, it is.
I heard he wanted to come
out here and talk to Eliza,
so I offered him a ride.
I wanted an excuse
to come out here
and see how everything
was going.
- Please, have a seat.
- All right.
I doubt if, uh...
Frank ever talked to you much
about family finances.
It wasn't even his way to talk
to me, unless he had to.
Since frank had no will,
his grandchildren
will inherit the farm,
which means you'll have
a substantial payment
on the mortgage.
Now, normally, we could wait
until after the harvest was in,
but, because of the state
of banking,
a number of institutions
have had to call in
their outstanding debts early.
- How long do I have?
- Less than 30 days.
- Well, that's not enough time
to bring in the bulk
of the harvest.
- I...i...I'm sorry, Eliza.
It's not my call anymore.
For the past few years,
in order to save
so many families
and keep them afloat,
I've had to sell off
parts of and whole loans
to larger banks.
- Well, there has to be a way.
- Eliza, let me be frank.
The bank in San Francisco could
try to foreclose this property.
If I could find you a buyer
for the whole spread
who'd give you a good price,
would you sell?
- How much could I get?
- Enough to cover
what you owe my bank
and the bank in San Francisco,
and maybe a little extra
for you and the children
to set up a small home
close to town.
- And then what would we do?
- People in this town
never liked frank that much,
but they'd bend over backwards
to help you and the children.
- Folks around here
can barely afford
to keep their own homes
and land.
Who's gonna give me a job
that will allow us to stay
in anyplace we settle in?
What if I can bring in
part of the harvest,
make a partial payment?
- Please,
for the good of your family,
let me try and find a buyer.
- Thank you, Mr. Wakefield...
For anything you can do.
- The sheriff told me about
the bank in San Francisco
wanting to call the loans early.
Is there anything I can do
to help?
- Oh, you... you're already
doing more than I can ask.
- I'm not doing anything
that you and your family
aren't willing to do yourselves.
- Think it's about time we
got you into some newer clothes.
Come on.
- "When I was a child,
I spake and..."
- Read a little more loudly,
Luke.
- "...as a child."
- Fits.
- "I understood as a child..."
- Don't worry,
we'll make it fit.
- "For now we see
through a glass..."
It's a little more respectable.
- Well, this is
a different cover to judge.
I think that's going to be
all for tonight.
Why don't you all go up
and get ready for bed,
and I'll be up
to tuck you in shortly.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Luke.
- Goodnight.
- You have
a wonderful family here, Eliza.
A good life.
It'd be a shame
to see it all slip away.
Now, the way I see it is,
we double our efforts tomorrow,
we stand a fighting chance
to bring in your harvest,
raise money,
and hold off the bank.
- I don't know.
- Well, maybe I haven't had
anything worth fighting for
in a while,
but, to me, this place, you...
The kids...
Are worth doing all I can for.
- Well, we could at least say
we gave it a try.
- So, what do we do next?
- Well, when we have
most of the harvest in,
I'll call the wholesalers
that frank used to work with,
and they'll come out
and assess the yield,
and make us an offer.
- Well, then,
we have a ton more work
ahead of us.
- Right.
- They're going to need
these lunches.
The kids have been out there
with Gabe since sunup.
Ha ha!
- I was out
on the Atlantic ocean,
a ship called the troop carrier.
- Were you a soldier?
- Yes, I was.
My brother,
we're off to the w*r,
fight the Germans.
And we'd never been
on the ocean before.
- Hey, Gabe, catch!
Throw this one hard.
Ooh! He hit it! It went far!
- You got to get the ball,
he's coming home!
You got to get him at the plate!
You're out!
- "And Susie at the scene
of the acc..I...Dent..."
- Yeah, you remember that one.
- "George Herman Ruth
was just 19 years old
"when he was discovered
by a minor league scout.
"He was so young that the scout
nicknamed him 'the babe.'
"he will surely be remembered
as the greatest baseball player
"of all time.
"When people think of baseball,
they will always think
of one name... 'The babe.'"
oh! That is so great!
- I am so proud of you.
- Gabe's been helping me
read better.
- Gabe wants Luke to read
on his breaks
instead of just sitting down.
- Oh, he does, does he?
- You know what, mom?
When I grow up, I want to be
a baseball player,
just like babe.
- Well, right now you need to go
and have some lunch
with aunt Batty.
- I'm reading to Gabe.
Can't I stay?
- You've got a lot of work
to do, Luke.
Why don't you go get some lunch?
We'll come back out
and finish the work.
Maybe we'll have some time
to throw the ball around.
- Ok.
- Come on, Becky.
Let's go.
We'll be back soon.
- He's a good boy.
- Thank you for helping him.
Luke's had such a hard time
with his reading.
- Well, I was a lot like him
when I was his age.
I had terrible grades in school.
We had this cook
worked for our family.
She took me under her wing.
She used to cook supper.
She'd make me sit up
on the kitchen counter,
recite poetry to her.
Yeats. Tennyson.
Shelley.
Yep.
Then my dad found out about it
and had her fired.
- That's horrible.
- Yeah, it was.
It was, but I think
my father did what he did
more out of shame than spite.
You know, he just couldn't
grasp the fact
that people could be kind
for the sake of kindness.
- Sounds a lot like frank.
- Yeah, well, many men are.
- So, are you still in touch
with your father?
- No, not for a while.
I got you!
- Luke's taken to Gabe.
- No, no, no!
- He thinks he's an angel.
- Downright handsome, as well.
- Good job, Gabe!
- ...another dress.
Ok. Come here.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
He could walk in here
any minute.
- Well, then start reading.
- Ok.
Uh... ok.
"Jack had been to w*r
and seen things
"no man should ever have to see.
"He traveled the world
"and lived a life he considered
rich and full.
"But when he went to sleep
at night,
"his mind always wandered
back to that day
"he arrived home from w*r
without his brother.
"He could see the pain that was
etched on his parents' faces
"that they were sorry
that it was he who returned,
and not his brother."
- Yeah.
- That one shouldn't be
too hard to find.
Those ones...
- Yeah.
The ones with these.
- All right.
All right. Hey, Luke?
- The last piece we flipped.
- Hey, Luke.
Would you put this up
in the corner for us?
Ok.
- Still worried
about those children?
- I don't know.
For the first time
in a long time, I... I feel...
- Hopeful?
- No, that doesn't fit.
- See if this one fits over.
- That works.
- Yeah.
- Perhaps you should get to know
that man a little better.
Answer some of those questions
rolling around in your head.
- You want to put it in?
All right.
- Come in.
Eliza.
- Gabe, do you mind
if we talk for a bit?
- Uh, no.
Please.
There's something that I...
Been wanting to ask you.
- Ok. Go ahead.
- Why are you running
from your home and your family?
- You read my journal.
- I know it was wrong, but...
It was so well-written, and...
I wanted to know
what inspired the stories.
- That's my business.
- Gabe, it isn't hard to see
that Jack is you.
Whenever I ask you
about your past,
you change the subject.
It's...
It's as if you're trying to...
- Hide something.
- Oh, we all have things
in our past
that we aren't proud of.
I wasn't meant to be here
either.
I ran away from home
when I was 18.
I joined up with
a traveling theater group.
We'd move from town to town
every few days,
and at first, it was exciting.
And then, being on the road
and the men I ran into,
I wished I'd never left home.
But I didn't want to go
back there, either.
One day, we came
to deer Springs, and I...
I met my husband
during the intermission.
He was the only man
that ever really listened to me.
All I know is,
we went out for dinner
after the show, and...
I decided then that
I wasn't going back on the road,
that I would...
Stay here
and do whatever it took
to make my own home, my family.
I have two children
I love with all my heart,
but it is hard
to keep hoping for the best
when all we've seen is things go
from bad to worse.
This certainly isn't the life
I would have imagined
for myself.
And you?
- I think you already know
enough about my life.
- You and Gabe didn't say a word
between you at breakfast.
- Told him I read his journal.
I ended up telling him
just about everything.
- And he didn't do the same.
You can't expect a man
to just open up
and spill his guts to you.
Got to talk to a man,
make him feel comfortable
about opening up to ya.
That's a big leap for any man
to show his true feelings.
And I think that
whatever's troubling Gabe
is making it especially hard
for him.
- Hey, Becky, grab the...
- I got it.
I got this one.
Keep it up, now.
That's right.
You're doing great.
All right, gentlemen.
Time to stretch it out.
- They usually don't take
to strangers
like they've taken to you.
- Yeah, well, we've been
bunkmates for a while,
not for a short time.
- You know, animals have
a special way of knowing
who to trust and who not to,
especially old boys
like these two.
Ain't that right, guys?
- Well, most wouldn't expect
a horse to be
much better judge of people
than you or I.
- Well...
Then I'm a pretty good judge
of people, Gabe.
And I think you're a...
Sensitive soul
with a lot of potential.
You know, Eliza thinks so, too,
or she wouldn't have come to you
the way she did before.
- Yeah, well,
don't get me wrong.
I like it here very much,
and all of you have become
very dear to me in a short time,
but I don't want there to be
any misunderstanding
about who or what I am.
- Well, that's pretty hard
to avoid
if you're not willing
to open your heart to us.
Yeah, well...
I just don't see any good
in bringing others
into my troubles,
for me or them.
- Nobody's asking you
to lay yourself out there
for the buzzards, Gabe.
Just... just talk to her.
Make her feel that
you understand and appreciate
the way she opened up to you
before.
What you decide to tell her and
how long it takes you to say it
is up to you.
- All right.
Thanks, Batty.
I'll give it some thought.
- You do that.
- You do that.
I think I'll, uh... go in
and listen to the radio
with the children.
- Excuse me.
- I want you to know
I'm truly sorry for what I did.
I just want to know you better.
Know who you are inside.
- Eliza, have I...
Have I given you any reason
to doubt me
and my intentions?
- No.
You've been a godsend to us all.
I don't know what I would be
doing right now without you.
- I want you to know
I really appreciate you coming
and talking to me before.
We interrupt this
program for a special...
- I really do.
- Mom, Gabe, come quick!
- The weather bureau
has informed me
that the tri-county area can
expect a high-pressure system...
- Shh...
- To move into the area tonight,
bringing temperatures
at or below freezing.
All farmers should take
whatever steps they can
to protect their crops
or orchards.
- Well, we don't have much time.
There are smudge pots and oil
in the barn.
- Get the bottom of this.
- Up you go.
- Coming up around
the other side.
- Ugh! It's heavy!
- Here, put it here.
- Right down in the middle.
I don't want anything
going wrong.
- All right.
You think that's gonna stay?
- Yep.
- I hope the oil holds out.
- "The barrel of meal
shall not waste,
neither shall
the cruse of oil fail."
Ist kings,chapter 17.
- Make sure you put it on tight.
Yeah, ok. Watch your feet.
Giddy up!
Well...
All we can do now
is wait 'til the morning.
- Batty talks about faith
like it grows on trees.
It's so hard to believe
that there's anyone
looking out for us.
We've just gone
from one bad turn to the next.
- You haven't lost
all your faith, have you?
- I didn't say that.
- Eliza, we've done all we can.
Let's have faith in that.
Let go.
Whew.
Oh!
- Yes! Yes!
- Ahh.
This fresh air makes me feel
young again.
- Last night was a miracle.
- Yeah. Let's hope
we don't get another frost.
- Whoo.
I think it's about time
I call the wholesalers
that usually bid on the crop,
get 'em out here
to make an offer.
We're running out of time
before the note's due.
- We got enough in?
- Well, we've got to do
something.
It's our best sh*t.
- Well, Mrs. Wyatt,
it's a little early
to come out there.
- I understand.
- Well, maybe I can arrange
a trip in about four days.
- Four days.
- Crops got to be in the boxes,
not on the trees.
- I understand, sir.
We'll... we'll be ready.
- All right, I'll see you
in four days, Mrs. Wyatt.
- There is no way
we'll be ready.
- So?
- Well, I was only able to reach
one wholesaler.
He's gonna be around here
in about four days.
He'll see how big an order
he can take.
- Four days.
We've got a lot more work
ahead of us.
- Here comes the sheriff.
- I see the crop seems
to have weathered the frost.
- Eliza, I was talking
to Preston earlier today.
He put me on the phone
with a gentleman
by the name of Kornhaus.
Works for the bank
in San Francisco.
Said they'd be out to see you
the day after tomorrow.
- Well, I can't get a wholesaler
out here by then.
- What?
A few extra hands couldn't hurt.
Well, all right.
Let's go to work.
- I don't want there to be
any more secrets between us.
I was so desperate
to make my father proud of me,
that when the w*r came along,
I decided to sign up.
And, uh...
That's my older brother.
He wouldn't let me go alone.
So, uh... he signed up, too.
A few years later,
I was on a boat coming home,
and he was in a grave in France.
- I'm sorry.
- I know my family
never forgave me
for my brother's death.
They kept quiet about it.
And that silence is...
What ate away not only at me,
but all of us.
After that...
My house, my family...
All of it seemed like anything
but my own.
I couldn't stand
the looks on their faces.
The coldness in their hearts.
- I've seen in your heart.
You're a good soul.
You need to hold onto that,
not some bad memories or...
Feelings that others
have forced on you.
- I want to make new memories.
Good ones.
With you.
- Strange weather
we've been having.
Right near froze to death
the other night.
Then it's hot as blazes
in the daytime.
Uh-oh, here comes trouble.
Gentlemen.
This is Mr. Kornhaus
of the first allied trust,
San Francisco.
- How do you do, sir?
- We've spoken.
- Sheriff, I wonder
if you'd escort Mr. Kornhaus
and myself for a few days.
We, unfortunately, have
some rather unpleasant business
to discuss with a few members
of our community,
and Mr. Kornhaus feels the need
of an objective
representative of the law
to come along with us.
- Most people are resigned
to their fate,
but a few just refuse
to cooperate.
- All right, I'll go with you.
But I want to make one thing
clear.
I'm going to enforce
the letter of the law.
I'm not going to be
a debt collector
for your fancy
San Francisco bank,
Mr. Kornhaus.
You understand that,
we'll get along.
- Mrs. Wyatt, I was wondering
if we could have a word.
- Come with me.
- This is Mr. Kornhaus
of the first allied trust,
in San Francisco.
- Mr. Kornhaus.
- Madame.
- This is my property manager,
Mr. Gabriel Harper.
- Sir.
- Mr. Harper.
- Eliza, we all know
that you have a payment due
on the mortgage.
Now, I told you that,
because of certain
emergency funding requirements,
that Mr. Kornhaus' bank is
requesting a call on your loan.
I also said that I would try and
find a buyer for your property.
Someone who would make you
an offer
that would pay off
all of your debts
and leave you with enough
to get set elsewhere.
- It's a fair offer.
From unified farms,
out of San Antonio, Texas.
- They're helping
a lot of people in the region
who are in the same bind
as you are.
- They're only trying
to help everybody out.
- It isn't much.
- It's fair.
And your only offer.
- Eliza, if you don't sell
the property,
Mr. Kornhaus' bank intends
to foreclose in 48 hours.
- That is, unless you can make
a full payment
of the money owed the bank
before then.
- I have a wholesaler coming
to make an offer on my harvest
the morning after next,
so I'm going to have to refuse
the offer.
- Mrs. Wyatt, you should know
this offer has been made
in a generous
and benevolent fashion.
- I appreciate the offer,
but thank you.
We'll be just fine.
Gabe.
- Where's Gabe?
- He's gone out for a bit.
- Where did he go?
- I don't know.
- When will he be coming back?
- Let's not worry about Gabe.
We've got a long day
ahead of us.
Oh, good.
Help's arrived.
The walkers and the sheriff
are here.
Kids, come and take them
their breakfast.
We'll be out shortly.
- I knew this would happen.
How am I going to tell
those kids that he's gone
and he's not coming back?
- Let's not jump to conclusions.
- Conclusions? He's not here.
What am I supposed to think?
- I know he just wouldn't
up and leave, Eliza.
He really cared about you
and those children.
It was plain as day.
- Well, to me, he's gone.
- Don't lose your faith, hon.
We'll be all right.
- Look, you're missing that one.
- It's too high.
I can't reach it.
- You need help
getting that one?
Ok, I'll come over there.
Ok. Put your arms up...
- No!
Ok...
- I'm so sorry.
We tried.
I didn't want to let you down.
I was just hoping we could keep
this place going a little longer
for the children's sake.
Now what am I gonna do?
The man from the bank
comes tomorrow,
so we need to be ready.
I think we should, uh,
pack everything we can
and put it in the wagon.
- I don't want to leave
our home, ma.
- We'll go up and pack together.
- I don't even have a suitcase.
- Well...
You can share mine.
- Batty, would you mind
calling the walkers,
telling them
not to come tomorrow?
Penny for your thoughts.
- They're not even worth
a penny.
- You miss Gabe, don't you?
Me too.
- Didn't even say goodbye.
- Well...
It's easier that way
for some people.
Goodbyes are hard.
- I thought he cared about us.
Ma, I'm scared to leave.
- We're gonna be ok.
Just as long as we're together,
huh?
Hmm.
- Try under that tree
over there!
- ...get something to eat.
- Been riding the rail there
for two days.
- That house over there,
I remember.
- Mama! Mama!
- Luke, what is it?
- There are men outside.
Get your aunt Batty up.
Whoever's out there,
show your faces!
Step out here,
where I can see you.
The rest of you.
What are you doing here?
What do you want?
- Thought we could use
some help
if we want to bring the crop in
on time.
- Gabe!
I thought you'd left.
- I've run from enough things
in my life.
If I can't make a stand here
for people I care about...
I might as well wander
the rest of my life.
Gabe!
Hey, guys.
All right.
How you been?
- Gabe.
- Batty.
- Oh, Gabe. Ohh!
- I brought some friends along.
- You boys hungry?
- Yes!
- I'll fix you
the best breakfast you ever had.
Orange picking's tough work.
You need your strength.
Go to the barn.
I'll bring it in there.
Come on, kids.
- How did you find
all these men?
- Well, you ride the rails
as long as I have,
you know where to look.
- Come on.
- Afraid so.
- Mrs. Wyatt.
We're here to officially
serve you with notice
of foreclosure.
- Wait, hold on, sheriff.
Mr. Kornhaus,
this is Mr. Jennings,
from Gilbert wholesalers.
- Mr. Jennings was just telling
myself and Mr. Harper
that he's willing to cut a check
for the entire crop,
minus rejects and runts.
- But I'd be more than happy
to draft that check to you, sir.
- It will be enough
to cover our debt.
- How in the world
did you do it?
- I just gathered up
some hard-working men
that wanted a fair shake,
like the one I got.
- Whoo.
- Mr. Jennings liked the looks
of what he saw in the barn
and even more
of what's in the fields.
- Well, it's good when
your faith in somebody pays off.
- Sheriff.
- Thank you, Mr. Jennings.
- Don't thank me,
just get that crop in.
- It's been a pleasure.
- Sure. Same here.
I look forward
to seeing you folks next year.
Good luck to you.
- Eliza, wilt thou have this man
to thy wedded husband,
to live together
after god's ordinance?
Wilt thou love him,
comfort him, honor and keep him
in sickness and in health,
as long as you both shall live?
- I will.
- Repeat after me.
"With this ring, I thee wed."
- With this ring, I thee wed.
- "With my body,
I thee worship."
- With my body, I thee worship.
- "And with
all my worldly goods,
I thee endow."
- And with all my worldly goods,
I thee endow.
- "Amen."
- Amen.
- I now pronounce you
man and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Hidden Places (2006)
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