Ghosts of the Ozarks

There was a time when there were no woods here.

Just a single tree.

But from one seed, an entire forest can grow.

Only here, the trees are not alone.

There are ghosts in the woods.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

Come on, let's go.

"Nephew, I invite you Norfork.

It's a sanctuary for all in these times.

We like to keep to ourselves.

We have need of a doctor with your skills.

It is a place unlike anything you've seen."

You could have at least sent along a map.

Hey, Ruthy!

Ruthy!

Evenin'.

You with Joe?

Uh, no.

It's just me.

Hmm.

What the hell you doing out here

in the middle ass nowhere?

Just, uh, just traveling through.

Good.

Then you don't mind if I sit for a spell.

Micah.

James.

You make all this?

You steal it?

I ain't a thief.

Yeah?

Me neither.

Mighty kind of you, James.

I best be keeping on.

You ain't gonna stay and keep me company?

Must be mighty nice for you, huh?

Now that you're free, you get to go wherever you want.

I didn't need a war to be free.

Hmm.

What the hell is all this anyways?

I don't want any trouble.

Yep?

You best start talking about them precious stones, boy.

I don't know what you're talking about, mister.

The hell you don't.

I don't think I wanna hurt you,

but maybe I do.

What happened to old Joe, he got cold feet?

Where those precious stones?

I know you got 'em in here somewhere.

Hello! Hello!

Hello!

Business in Norfork, traveler?

My name's James, James McCune,

open, open the door!

There's something, something out there.

We've been waiting for you, Mr. McCune.

Welcome to Norfork and such.

You can head on up to Mr. McCune's place,

that is, the other Mr. McCune.

Mr. McCune,

you'll find traveling by day much more amicable.

Evenin'.

Evenin', sir.

For the fire.

You all right, fella?

You look like most folks

after they've had one of Torb's specials.

Beg your pardon, I just-

Got to town.

Right, well pleased to meet you.

I'm Douglas Giuseppe Dubois.

James.

You know, we don't get many newcomers here at Norfork.

In fact, before you, I was the greenhorn.

You catch a glimpse on your way in?

The ghosts.

I'm not sure.

No one ever is, it's fascinating.

Come on, Torb.

You're gonna wanna see this.

Come on, come on!

Joe, once more and that's it.

But you pay up this time.

I want my marks.

You don't gotta worry about that.

I'll be sending William over to collect.

Darlin'.

Stop.

The bishop.

Double of nothing, Joe?

Ah, incredible.

It's the echoes.

The what?

The sounds, the,

it bounces off the bishop

and paints a picture in old Torb's mind.

He sees everything in here.

I guess you get to know a place if you never step outside.

Now listen, if you need anything,

I got a shop right near you.

You just come see me,

and good heavens, man, bring that hat along with you.

There's a cemetery nearby,

we'll give it a proper burial.

You really do that with sound?

It's just a parlor trick.

Parlous trick or not, I,

I've never seen anything like that.

Neither have I.

They real?

The parlor tricks or the ghosts?

You want a drink?

I reckon you need one.

Whisky, please.

Got a mark card, lad?

Mark card?

I have minted silver and an army bond.

Matthew already has you down for credit.

I'm getting the distinct feeling

you all have been expecting me.

Any newcomers in Norfork,

why, your name has been

on the tongues of these people for weeks.

The hard part is sorting out what's real.

Rumors are halfway round this town

before the truth can get its boots on.

Jesse.

You James?

Yes sir.

I heard you was in town.

Matthew's been waiting on you.

Well, my uncle's directions

weren't heavy on the specifics.

Wouldn't have told you to come here first,

that's for damn sure.

There's prettier places in town.

And the smell,

reeks of death, come on.

Thank you for the drink.

That sign out front,

room for rent?

It's yours if you want it.

Leave your carryings on the table

and we'll set them in your room for you.

Appreciate it.

Uncle.

James.

My boy.

Your ma warned me

that you would be more handsome and talented than me

when you became a man.

It seems she was right on at least one account.

Uncle, I have to say,

this place is something else.

James, I have to ask your forgiveness.

I did not tell you the full truth

of this place in the letter.

I wager that you would not have believed me if I did.

I reckon I wouldn't've.

I haven't encountered this kinda harmony up north.

The lights and the gas, it's something out of a,

out of a dream or Jules Verne.

Natural gas, mined right here in town.

Not too bad, yeah?

Pretty damn proud if I do say so.

It's allowed me to do well for myself.

But it didn't just happen overnight.

Many came and went.

Others, unable to accept, but are still here.

And I'm here.

In an unfriendly land,

and I'm still right here.

Staggering, hmm?

Sure is.

It's downright outlandish.

People here,

they don't care what you look like, James.

Not one bit.

All that matters is purpose.

If you have value.

Now, could you have ever dreamt

of a notion like that out there?

Outside these walls?

Outside, in the woods, I was attacked.

The ghosts.

Ghosts?

What are they?

They can't be real.

As real as anything I've ever known.

Yet as magical as anything I've ever dreamt.

Breathing a red fog in ancient hills.

There's not a soul who has not come in contact with them.

Most are wearing their history in their scars.

The ghosts are real, boy.

So are our walls.

So long as that's honored,

each to his or her purpose, we have harmony, balance.

That's the wonder of this place, James.

The rest,