Bitter Harvest

Money.

Nobody gets dead.

On the floor, asshole.

Fill it.

Let's do it.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

Come on!

Whatever else.

Your daddy was a god fearing man, Travis.

It ain't right.

It says here.

I, uh,

I can't read that fine print.

Sheriff, would you mind?

Says here your daddy left

just about everything to that preacher fella on TV.

Money and stock mostly.

Of course, you do get all the land.

And he goes on to say

if you work hard

you just may make something of your life.

Says you get the family collectibles.

That would be your mother's embroidery.

This coin collection.

And your mother's thimbles.

- Don't know much about thimbles.

But as I recall

it's an impressive coin collection.

That's his daddy's chain, ain't it?

- Well that's worth a heap of money.

Maybe you'd like to keep it down at the bank.

No.

Know, your daddy showed me

a couple of confederate bills once.

They're probably not worth anything

but uh

I'd be willing to pay top dollar.

What do you say?

No.

Easy, Andrew.

You're starting to drool all over the judge's table.

He can't break up that collection.

It's been in his family for over a hundred years.

- Well, I thought I'd give it a shot.

Is that all?

- Well, if you two would sign this we'll get it done.

Hey, Travis.

You up there in the hayloft?

You need to get these stairs fixed.

- Bobby, what a surprise.

You usually knock.

Come on in.

- Thought you might be thirsty.

Sorry about your dad.

I'm off duty.

So when are you taking off?

I don't know.

Soon I guess.

That's good.

You've been talking about it since high school.

Traveling the world.

Meeting exotic women.

The way I see it

now's your big chance.

- I guess they're not women that know you.

- Talking about Chris Bodie again?

God damn.

That was just perfect.

You know she was hitting on me at the hoe down. I...

She was my date.

Gotta move fast.

You move late.

You'll never leave.

You never know.

Yeah.

I think I do.

Catch you later.

Thanks for the ride.

Hi there.

Oh boy.

I think I'm lost.

Kelly.

I'm sorry.

Travis.

Please to meet you, Travis.

Could you help me?

I was trying to get to Watkins.

Watkins?

You're here.

Outside of Astonville.

Watkins is there

30 miles away.

You know if there's a

bus or anything around there?

Train runs through town.

You hungry?

What?

You hungry?

'Cause if you are.

I was just getting ready to have some lunch.

You can join me if you want.

And then I can take you back into town afterwards.

If you're hungry.

Okay.

Let's eat.

- I haven't really thought about it

until just now.

Hey.

You forgot your bag.

Oh my God.

How long I was asleep?

Four and a quarter hours.

Oh my God.

I'm so sorry.

Could you take me into town?

Get a room at the Traveler's Club.

It's too late.

I mean

I'm sorry I let you sleep so much.

I guess I figured

well I figured that

if it would be alright with you

that you could

stay here tonight.

It's a big house.

All the rooms.

The doors lock.

Besides I sleep in the hayloft.

The hayloft?

How come?

I just do.

My father lived in the house.

Oh wow.

Nice collection.

Winchester

1894.

'92 actually.

You know guns?

Yeah.

They kinda run in the family.

Yeah?

Mine too.

It's good 'cause we got 'em all over the house.

- Do you have to stay out in the hayloft?

If you feel safer.

I'd feel safer

if you stayed in the house.

Sorry?

- I'd feel safer if you stayed in the house.

Sure.

I mean, okay.

Room's this way.

Travis?

You're a real gentleman.

- Station's just a little further up.

So what are you gonna do when you get to Watkins?

- Ricky went there to be an actor

at that Gem Theater, you know?

- The dinner theater in Watkins?

Yeah.

You sure?

Sure I'm sure.

Well.

I think it's been closed for a lot of years.

Really?

I'm pretty sure.

We used to go there when I was a kid.

Well shit.

- When's the last time you talked to him?

Well, we sorta broke up.

Before he left and

I told ya I was gonna surprise him.

I'm sorry.

Eat somethin'?

Come on.

- If I had to fly back to London.

To cover up the incompetence.

I would not be pleased.

Because I told you.

Hey Travis.

Hey Lutie.

Where's Earl?

He's kinda takin' a day off.

Can we get a couple OJ's please.

Comin' right up.

Hey, Travis.

Our TV is kinda actin' up.

Suppose you could have a look at it?

Sure.

- I'm sick and tired of you screwing things up

when I'm not there to hold your hand.

Who's the girl?

- I wouldn't if you don't know.

So introduce me.

- She's just passin' through town.

Then I suppose to tell her.

- You're Travis Graham, aren't you?

That's right.