Dogville Page #10

among the apples.

"Knowing the exact time to harvest is the

greatest art of all, Chuck had said,"

and the time had come

for the apples and for Grace.

"Grace, where've you been?"

If I'd displayed the same indifference

to the timing of my chores I'd be in for a whippin'

Now get a move on!

"I'm sorry, Olivia.

I had to talk to Ben about something."

June is near to bursting.

"She can't use the pot on her own,

as you well know."

It ain't fittin' to toy with her just 'cause

she's crippled and can't help herself.

"[Narrator] The evening before the escape

Tom tactically thought it best not to press

his desires of the flesh too hard upon Grace,"

and instead he adopted a more

sensitive approach.

But there is a right and a wrong time

to plant seeds and you can't plant seeds in the winter.

That's true.

But I love you...

- I know.

- And you love me

and we will meet again in love

and in freedom.

Absolutely.

"I shouldn't be ashamed wanting you, should I?

It's nothing to be ashamed of."

No...

- No.

- No.. no. It's lovely. It's lovely that we want each other.

- But not this way.

- No.

It's not right.

"[Narrator] The next morning, when Grace

wanted to slip down to Ben's as invisibly as possible,"

it seemed to Grace that the entire township

was up and about at the same time.

"- Grace!

- Yes, Vera.."

"If you think that by hitting my child you can

get out of working for me, think again."

"Why don't you just come by as planned,"

and we'll find something

where you won't be able to harm anyone.

- At twelve o'clock?

- Yes.

Why are you taking your copious

belongings around with you?

Afraid you are gonna loose them?

"Grace, Ben's hauling apples today

so we won't be loading glasses."

But that don't mean you're off work.

Dad wants you to repack the whole last load.

Maybe you can do it better

and we'll have an extra crate.

"An old crate like that may not have much

value in your eyes, but this is Dogville."

We're not wealthy here.

"And if your hands get a bit red, well,

I've got a tip about something you can rub on 'em."

"- Grace!

- Oh, Martha.."

We have to wash the flagstones

at the foot of the steps again.

Dirt has gone blown under the door.

I can't get the door open.

Where have you been?

Harvest is the holiest time of the year.

Does it not sound like something

you could have said?

"I'll be down in a minute, Chuck.

I'll bring the crates down."

Good.

"[Narrator] As Grace hastened to the garage,"

she grew more and more pleased with

the decision to keep her departure under wrap.

There was actually quite a bit of work

Dogville didn't need doing

that its residents would have to carry out

for themselves in future.

"Yeah, er, Grace, I don't like having to say this,

but I'd like to ask if I could have the money up front."

"See, it's always the way in the freight industry."

"Once you deliver a load you ain't got much

to bargain with, if you catch my drift."

Of course. Here's the money.

"Not that this is a professional job,

of course."

"- Don't get out...

- All right, Ben."

'till I give the say-so!

"[Narrator] Canyon Road snaked down the valley

and away, and Grace went too,"

and with every bend the township and its noises

faded ever more mercifully behind her.

- Is something wrong?

- Yeah.

There are a hell lot of.. a lot of police up ahead.

I wasn't expecting that.

It's more dangerous than I thought.

We'll have to go back.

No! we can't do that.

It's just....

"if this was a professional transport job,

you know, paid proper like...it'd be a lot easier, but..."

But it's been paid for...

"Yeah, but, in the freight industry carrying

dangerous load it cost more."

"A surcharge, they call it."

"If this were a professional job,

I could just charge you."

"But Bun, I don't have any more money."

"Oh, that's no good then."

"You said once, you said once,

that there aren't many pleasures in my life."

"And you know, I go to Miss Laura

once a week."

And you got me to see that it weren't

nothing to be ashamed of.

I was gonna go there tonight...

and of course it costs me.

"I mean, not as much as..."

"not as much as a surcharge

for dangerous goods, but still..."

"it does cost me, you know."

"No, Ben, no... please don't.."

"It's not personal, Grace.

It's not personal. I just..."

"I have to take due payment, that's all."

I don't .. I don't have a choice.

I can't buck the freight in this big craft.

We're parked in the square in Georgetown.

Right outside the church.

You'd better keep your voice down.

"No, Ben..."

"This ain't somethin' I'm proud of, Grace.

Don't go thinking that."

"[Narrator] Grace fell asleep on the long highway,

thanks to her healthy ability to push

any unpleasantness around her far away."

"A generous God had blessed her with

the rare talent of being able to look ahead,"

and only ahead.

"And later when the truck slowed down

about to reach its destination and she slowly

returned to consciousness,"

she had no way of knowing how long she had slept.

All she knew was that she would be

happy to see the light of day again.

And then she heard the dog.

All your fondness for apples seems

less and less believable.

You've bruised 'em.

We had a meeting last night

at the mission house.

"They said you might be going to try to run away,"

"so when I discovered you'd hidden

yourself away on my truck,"

I didn't have no choice but

to bring you back to Dogville.

In the freight industry we can't take sides.

"[Narrator] It didn't help Grace that the first theft

ever registered in Dogville had taken place

the previous evening,"

when most people were assembled

for the town meeting.

Old Tom Edison Senior had a considerable

sum of money stolen from his medicine closet

"and suspicion soon fell on Grace,"

who had apparently been planning an escape

that would surely require funding.

Grace chose to remain silent

in the face of these new charges.

"And then Bill, who had lately improved his

engineering skills to an astonishing degree,"

"had, by way of his first design, implemented

a kind of escape prevention mechanism."

"Beautiful it might not have been,

but effective he dared say it was."

"Grace, we don't like having to do this."

We don't have much of a choice

if we are to protect our community.

Could you... Do you mind moving?

Try moving.

It works.

We had to make this heavy enough so that

it can only move where the ground's level.

And the ground is level in town.

May I go now?

I have to figure out

how I'm going to get into my house.

"Or is that part of the punishment,

having to sleep outdoors?"

"No, no no Grace."

Don't think of this as punishment.

Not at all!

"Bill, he made the chain long enough

so that you can sleep in your bed."

"Grace, six o'clock."

"Yes, Mrs. Henson."

I couldn't run the risk of Dad turning me down.

"But, they think it was me that took the money."

'Cause I told them so.

You did what?

"First they suspected me, but then

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