Queen of Bones

What are you doing?

- Get those flowers out of your hair.

We gotta go check the traps.

We got one.

What happened?

Sam!

Sam, have you seen that old symbol before?

- No, we've never been back that far.

- I ain't seen anything like it.

- Don't say it. You sound ignorant.

: This depression has deepened by events from abroad,

but you're beyond the control of either or our citizens

or our government.

Although it is but a passing incident...

Did I hear a rifle shot?

There was a wolf.

How's that?

- He came right up on us when we were checking the traps.

- You got anything you wanna tell me?

Mm-hmm.

Go clean that rifle.

That's enough!

You should wash up now for dinner.

It's wonderful.

What do you think, Sam?

Wonderful.

I used flour to thicken it,

and there's starch from the potatoes.

- And with a single rabbit, she made a birthday feast.

You sound just like your mother.

Really?

Please, Father, tell us how she played.

You know how she played.

- Well, I forget how she played.

- Well, when your mother played her violin,

you could hear all the beauty and sorrow

that words cannot describe,

a little like when you two were born.

So...

...14 years ago today,

your mother, Isobel,

went into labor.

And for more than a day and a night,

she fought to deliver you into this world.

By the time she drew her last breath,

the doctors were standing in her blood.

Then...

...they commenced to cutting you two out,

first you, Lily, then you.

And they placed you both in my arms.

And you were beautiful.

For in the midst of death, there is life.

- Have mercy upon me, O God,

according to Your loving kindness,

according to the multitude of Your tender mercies,

blot out my transgressions,

for my sin is always before me.

- Amen. - Amen.

Sammy.

Sammy, come on.

: Samuel!

Up! Down! Left! Right!

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I can hear you.

I didn't say anything.

You're loud when you're quiet.

- Don't you notice his story changes every year?

And why keep telling us that?

It's important.

To remember.

Like we could ever forget.

- Our mother died so that we might live.

He's hiding something.

: Did you see that?

- Ain't nothing you can do about the wind.

What are you doing?

Can you get ready for Mr. Jensen, please?

Of course, Papa.

Good girl.

Bravo.

Thank you, my dear.

Mr. Jensen. - She really is something.

- Yes, the soundboard is spruce, of course.

- I was speaking of your daughter,

Mr. Brass.

The bridge is maple, I see.

And the pegs, are they... are they ebony?

Yes, special order.

Exquisite craftsmanship.

And the rosin is made from...

- From right here. Organ pine.

Ah.

Our conservatory in Portland

always has room for a talent such as your daughter.

Oh, you're very kind.

- I'm not being polite, Mr. Brass.

There was a time when I openly impugned the privileged,

but I'm getting old, tired and humbled

by an extravagance of...

of suffering. - Mm-hmm.

- The machinery is broke, I think,

but our spirits are not yet.

Music...

Music is vital to the fight.

I believe your daughter can contribute.

She's not safe.

Excuse me?

- How many violins would you like, Mr. Jensen?

- We have many young students in the conservatory.

I assure you, she will be very well cared for.

- With respect, sir, it is a father's concern.

I'll be sending her to the convent very soon.

Now, how many violins will we be needing, Mr. Jensen?

Oh, we...

...we wouldn't need more than six or...

or seven instruments.

I can have an invoice sent over within a week.

Quit spying.

: It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

: Thank you.

- My apologies for... overstepping, sir.

Think nothing of it.

Respectfully.

Ah.

Morning, ma'am.

- Good morning, Samuel. Lily.

Ma'am.

Hi, Lily.

George.

- Happy belated birthday, twins.

We brought you some socks.

To keep you warm.

Thank you, Miss Clemens.

You didn't have to do that.

Nonsense.

This is a special day.

- Morning, Miss Clemens. - Morning.

Lily.

I like the way you look.

I'd have thought summer had come early.

That's sweet of you, George.

You read that in a book, somewhere?

Actually, I did.

Hey, Pinky,

come on, quit jawin' and hand me those groceries.

- You know, I really wish you didn't call me that.

- And I wish it wasn't so hot out,

but you don't see me hollering at the sun.

George, don't...

don't mind him. He's just...

He's just jealous he don't have white hair.

Bacon, and I...

threw in a few bricks of my sweet cream butter.

- Oh. You didn't have to do that, Ida.

I know you're struggling to make ends meet.

No, no, no.

There's nothing like butter to make a house a home.

Oh, George, I told you to wait!

On that,

you know, I swear that boy is touched.

I... sorry!

: And then, there's his complexion.

My God, how he suffers affliction.

But at least, he'll be able to run a grocery one day.

- What is all that? - What he needs is a father.

I see it every day.

Take that rear tire, it's been leaking all summer,

but damn if I know enough to show him how to patch it.

Ida May. What's in the trunk?

Isobel's old clothes.

The priest sent them over.

Hmm.

Uh, Lily, darling?

What don't you fix Miss Clemens a cup of coffee?

- Thank you, Lily. I take it sweet.

She is certainly growing up fast.

- Why did you bring that trunk here?

- They were among your father-in-law's things