Blood Harvest

Dispatch 146.

You have 1052 double DOA call at the Dickinson farm.

Beginning dispatch to 146.

You have a double DOA 1052 call at the Dickinson farm.

We're a auction service out of Merrill, Wisconsin

first conducting the action out here for the

Gleason State Bank as a secured party

here under Roy Anderson property.

Harvey Woodward, of course, representing

the home office out of Merrill be working here with me today

in Colonel Pete Van Ryan sell of the auction.

You bid to either one of us.

We'll roll along as fast as we can.

All things are being sold here today without reservations

for the last bid regardless of price

ordered by the courts and the secured party;

that includes all machinery, cattle, and the real estate.

No sale!

Go away!

No.

Hi, mom.

No, I'm still at school.

Oh, I know, but it takes a long time

to say goodbye to your friends.

Listen, mom, I'll be in sometime this week.

Another foreclosure, oh, God.

Poor dad.

I know he has to represent the bank, mom.

But he hates doing it.

He's lived with these people most of his life.

Maybe I'll stop by the bank when I get in

and get a ride home from him.

Well, I've gotta go.

Give dad my love and tell him to hang in there.

Love you too, mom, goodbye.

- Hi. - Hi, Jill.

How are you?

Fine, thank you.

Have you seen my dad?

No, I haven't.

Well, how about my mom?

No, she hasn't been in.

Do you know where they might be at all?

He may be at a meeting.

I don't know.

Okay, well, thanks anyway.

Have a good day. Sure, bye.

Think we'll be in business much longer?

Another foreclosure auction

got underway today in Wade County.

Tempers flared when local farmers,

outraged by the loss of their farms,

gathered to protest and shout down the auctioneer.

Six months ago our cameras were in Winchester

to record the first in what has become a series

of forced farm sales.

First was the Dickinson farm.

Shortly after the Brent family was dispossessed,

and today it was the turn of the Anderson's.

Local feelings reached a fever pitch

as several more farmers faced the prospect

of loosing their homesteads in the coming months.

What turned into an ugly incident was brought

under control by Wade County Deputy Bill Robowsky.

Mr. Robinson, who represented the Wade County Bank,

was present to oversee the foreclosure

and had to be escorted from the scene

by sheriff's deputies to avoid the angry mob.

And he has muscles in all the right places.

And I suppose he's captain of the football team?

How'd you guess?

Let's face it, Jill,

you always did have the best.

What is with everybody?

The Robinson family isn't exactly

popular around here right now.

My father's just doing his job, Sarah.

Anyway, if you need a lift, let's go.

Thanks for the ride, Sarah, bye.

Mom.

Dad.

Mom!

Who in the hell are you?

And what are you doing in this house?

I've just come to welcome you home, Jill.

Merv.

Marvelous Mervo at your service.

Oh, goddamn you scared the shit out of me.

What the hell is going on around here?

And who did that?

I've brought you some flowers, Jill.

Where are my parents?

I picked these especially for you.

Merv, I want some answers.

Don't you want them?

Mervon, what the hell you doin' bothering Jill.

Is this some kind of practical joke?

Have you seen my parents?

Yeah, I saw your father yesterday.

He even spoke to me for once.

Three words, "Go to hell."

Gary, this is serious.

He hasn't been at the bank at all,

and where is my mom?

They knew I was coming home this week.

Look, Jill, all I can tell ya is

things have been kind of rough around here since ya left.

Everybody's pissed off at the bank,

and your dad's been taken a lot of flack for it.

But everything is going to be alright, Jill.

My crazy brother he's gettin' worse every day.

He hardly takes the makeup off anymore.

I'm gonna go take him home you gonna be alright?

Uh, yeah, I'll be fine.

Well, I'll come by later just to make sure.

Jill.

Fuck you, bitch.

Oh, my god.

Holy shit.

Jesus Christ, Jake, you wackadoo

you shot her in the head.

Leave me alone. Ooh.

Sorry, it's only paint.

What are you doin' out here anyway?

Well, I was trying to get into town.

You were gonna walk into town.

Yes, I was gonna walk into town.

Come on, let me give ya a lift.

So, how about I make it up to ya on a date?

Sorry, but I'm engaged.

How about some meaningless sex?

Sheriff Buckley, I don't like people

throwing bricks through our window.

Whoa, whoa, Jill, take it easy.

You got a temper worse than your father's.

From the beginning a little slower please.

Okay.

Where is my father?

Where is my mother?

Well, they're not under here.

How the heck do I know?

I mean, the less I see of your father the better I like it.

Listen, I can't find my parents anywhere.

Someone made a mess of our house.

They hung a dummy with an arrow sticking through it

in the middle of our living room.

I have been getting threatening phone calls,

and to top it all off,

someone threw a brick through our window.

A brick through your window.

Yes, a brick.

Okay, you got my convinced.

Then what are you gonna do about it?

Now?

You want me to give up my softball game

now to go out to your house?

That certainly would be appreciated.

Wonderful.

Marvelous.

I think, I love it.

Jesus Christ.

Well, how are you Mrs. Robinson?

Are you hungry?

Are you comfortable?

Do you want to eat?

Well, it looks normal to me, Jill.

Somebody's playing tricks.

I just hope it wasn't you, young lady.

This is where that thing was hanging.

Is that right?

And over there that window was broken,

and the brick was laying right there.

Why do I get the feeling that you don't believe me?

Maybe you'd believe Gary Dickinson.

He saw it too.

In fact, why don't I give him a call right now.

That's not necessary, Jill.

If this happens again, call me.

On second thought with my Bubba Gumps goin',

I can make the last inning.

Jill, don't call me.

I'll call you.

Oh, my parents.

My parents.

My parents.

Jill.

Jill.

Are you up there?

Oh, Gary.

Somebody is trying to frighten me,

and I don't know why.

Don't worry, Jill.

I won't let anybody happen to you.

Look, I even cleaned the place up for ya.

You did that?

Oh, my god, you should've seen me

trying to explain this to Sheriff Buckley.

He thinks I've gone crazy.

Seriously, Gary, something really is wrong around here.

You know how they are they'll get over it.