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Are you willing to fight for it?

Can't you...?

I don't know...

with a pillow or something?

It would be too slow.

Too painful.

She'd struggle.

We'll send her to heaven?

Shh.

[sobs]

It'll be quick.

Come on, boy.

Go on.

Goodbye, Mama.

Goodbye.

[Arlette] No. [Shouting and grunting]

[Wilfred] Hold her down. Hold her down.

Goddamn it.

All right. Get out of here.

- We've gotta move her over.

- [Arlette] Let me go!

[Wilfred] Get out of the way.

[gasping]

[panting]

[Wilfred] In 1922...

I murdered my wife.

My son...

aided me.

[sighs]

This is a thing I regret...

even more bitterly than the crime...

for the reasons

that this document will show.

[Wilfred & Henry grunting]

[Wilfred] All right.

Almost there.

That's no grave.

- That's no grave for Mama.

- Boy...

Henry.

Henry.

Boy.

[grunting]

[panting]

Boy?

Okay, darling.

[Wilfred grunts, continues panting]

Come here.

Go on in the house.

Get both wash buckets out of the pantry.

You might as well get them milk buckets

from the barn, too.

Fill them up from the kitchen pump...

and suds them up with that stuff

she keeps in the kitchen.

Under the sink. Go.

Should I heat the water?

No.

Cold water.

It's best for blood.

Go on.

I discovered something that night

that most people never have to learn.

Murder is sin.

Murder is damnation.

But murder is also work.

I don't think I can go to school today,

Papa.

I think people might see it on my face.

Shannon especially.

You can go to school Monday.

Tell the teacher you had the grippe,

didn't wanna spread it

to the rest of the class.

[Henry breathing heavily]

[sighs]

Oh, sh*t!

Hey!

Get away from her!

In those days,

all sorts of things happened on farms

out in what we called the middle.

Things that went unremarked,

yet alone reported.

In those days...

a man's wife was considered

a man's business.

And if she disappeared...

well, there was an end to it.

Taking them all would have been a mistake.

She had left on foot

and only taken what she could carry.

Why hadn't she taken the T?

Because I would have heard her start it

and stopped her going.

[grunting]

[car approaching]

Wilfred James?

Andrew Lester. Attorney at law.

Well, before I shake that...

you'd best tell me

whose lawyer you are there, Mr. Lester.

I'm currently being retained

by the Farrington Livestock Company

of Chicago, Omaha and Des Moines.

Well, in that case,

you can just go on and put that hand away.

No offense.

How are you, Lars?

Tolerable fair.

But dry. I could use a drink.

Well, go on. You know where it is.

[Lars] Sweet and cold as ever, I guess.

Mm.

I could use a drink myself, Mr. James.

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