Serena Page #3

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What I promised you, Serena?

What I've promised you!

How did we lose Brazil, George?

I don't understand.

Well, I had to put the land up

as collateral,

otherwise the bank wouldn't

roll over the loan.

Because that's what he's doing.

He's going to make us sell

and we're going to lose it, Serena,

everything.

Our future.

Everything that we talked about.

Why didn't you tell me about the land?

Well, I didn't think

that it would matter.

How was I supposed to know that he

was doing back-door deals with Kephart?

We promised

to tell each other everything.

- I didn't want to frighten you.

- I'm not that kind of woman.

The only thing that frightens me

is the thought that you don't trust me.

I'm sorry.

I told you what he was

on the first night, George.

He's jealous of me.

He's trying to destroy what we have.

Well, we're running out of time.

He said he's already

making up the paperwork.

Then we have a real problem.

I go to prison, it'll be over for us.

Then solve it.

He betrayed you, George.

He was never your friend.

Keep the horses back,

Campbell.

You hear me, boys?

Let Mr. Pemberton and Mr. Buchanan

set up on the orchard.

Come on. Get! Come on, now.

The bear's hunkered down

in them trees, Mr. Pemberton.

- Dogs will flush him out in no time.

- Thanks, Mr. Galloway.

Get, get! Come on.

Go get him. Come on.

Did Serena

take the news well?

Yeah, well, she's handled worse

than this, hasn't she?

Keeps her pride.

No matter what other people say.

Well, did you see that?

What...

Help!

Come on! Help me get him!

We need help over here!

We got a man down!

- Chaney...

- One shot. Rifle.

Sheriff.

We were set up on the same line

and the bear had come in between us

and by the time it had crossed through,

he was in my crosshairs.

Anyone with you?

No.

You see anything, Campbell?

No, I didn't see nothing, Sheriff.

Well, looks like your shot hit

dead centre of his heart.

Pretty amazing accident.

You and Buchanan got on, did you?

He was my best friend.

Take the body downtown.

I'm going to have an autopsy done.

You got anything to add?

It was an accident.

How do you know that?

He ain't a good enough shot

to do it on purpose.

Anything else, Sheriff?

Not today, Mr. Pemberton.

Not today.

I had decided not to...

But then he turned around.

I wish I could have been beside you.

He was never your friend.

He betrayed you, George.

You don't understand.

Everything you did, you did for us.

For our future.

Come in.

- Uh, Mr. Buchanan's things.

- Ah.

The coroner agreed it was an accident.

Wrote it in the report.

I love you so much.

Thank you, sir.

Oh! Come on.

Four. So, 41.

Does my scar bother you?

Of course not.

Whatever happened in that fire?

I was 12.

I used to sleep downstairs

because I would wake up early

to take care of the horses.

And I didn't want

to wake the little ones.

That's how I got out in time.

I knew they were still inside.

But I just kept running.

And I kept going until I couldn't

hear them screaming any more.

I was the oldest.

They were screaming for me.

You were only a child.

After that day, I swore that I

would never love anyone ever again.

I can't lose you.

You won't.

Ever.

What is it?

Rachel Hermann has come.

She's looking for her old job back.

Well, where is she?

Over in the chapel.

But there ain't no work in this town,

not for a young lady of her kind.

Widow Jenkins is kind of looking after

that boy of hers.

If she don't get a job,

her and that boy will starve.

We both know it wasn't her fault that

she got pregnant out of wedlock, now.

So you want your old job back?

Yes, sir.

- Well, you can start Monday.

- Yes, sir.

The, uh, child. What's the child's name?

Jacob. That's from the Bible.

That's a beautiful name.

Thank you.

Monday.

She knows that she has no claim

on us, of course? Nor her child.

No, she knows that, of course.

Campbell just said that

there's no work in town

and I don't want to let them starve.

Does she intend to bring the child

to work with her?

No, there's an old widow

that's going to take care of him.

Him.

- So it's a boy.

- Apparently.

Look, it doesn't make

one difference to me.

It's just I don't want them to struggle,

that's all.

Nor do I.

All right, boys.

Break's over!

Give me that.

Sorry.

Get his chin up.

Smile for me, Jacob.

Big smile, now.

That's it. Look at the birdie.

And, uh, hold it there now.

Can you get... Just raise him up

just a little bit higher, please?

That's good. That's good.

Just hold him there, now.

Okay. Jacob!

- Come on, now.

- Come on, now.

Just look at me.

Look at me please, Jacob. There you go.

Smile for me, now! Smile!

And flash!

Hold him still, miss.

Look at the birdie!

And flash!

- You okay?

- Yes.

Come feel.

He's moving.

Right here.

Oh. Yeah.

The first of our dozen.

- You want me to take that?

- No, no, no!

I got it, Mr. Vaughn. Thank you.

It's perfect, George. He'll love it.

- How do you know it's a boy?

- I just do.

Well, maybe I'd like a girl.

No. You're not getting one.

- Is that right?

- Mmm-hmm.

Thank you.

Over here!

Pick it up, now.

This one here.

Somebody give me a belt!

Give me your belt!

It's okay.

It's okay.

Get him on the car.

Campbell!

Chaney!

Load him up in the truck!

Campbell, go with him.

Get him in the van.

Come on, get in the truck.

Turn him around. Come on. I got him!

I'll live.

It's done been prophesied.

Damn fine job,

whoever tied that tourniquet.

He would have bled out otherwise.

Did you do that?

Yes.

- Were you riding a horse?

- Uh-huh.

Most likely something hasn't

lain right on your stomach.

It really does not feel

like a stomach-ache.

Well, it certainly isn't labour.

Now, the hospital at Asheville

can give you a second opinion,

if the discomfort is too much for you.

Well, let's go there, then.

That's not necessary.

- Mmm-hmm. All right.

- Bye.

- I'll get the doctor.

- No, George. George.

I just want to try

to go to sleep.

All right.

You sure you don't want to

go to the hospital?

Yeah.

I'll feel better in the morning.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Campbell!

Campbell!

Oh, God.

- She's going to need more blood.

- Use mine.

It's going to be okay.

You're going to be fine.

The child is dead?

Yes.

A boy?

What?

What?

We won't be able to have another.

Take a warm bath

and I'll get the rest of the things.

- Get rid of it!

- What? What?

- Get rid of it! Get rid of it now!

- Okay, I'll...

I need to see your missus.

Well, she's resting now.

I can wait.

What for?

The day I was born, my mama had a vision

that I would lose much

but be saved by a woman.

Your missus is

the one from that prophecy.

And I'm honour-bound to her.

Mr. Pemberton!

What is it?

We're about to leave.

Uh, payday.

Need you to come open the safe.

Here, you do it.

- Don't forget to bring the key back.

- Thank you.

Watch your head.

Okay.

You'll have to testify to what you saw.

And what you did.

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