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[gentle harmonica music]
- [Hobo] Vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
What profit hath a man of all his labor
which he taketh under the sun?
One generation passeth away,
and another generation cometh:
but the earth abideth for ever.
The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down,
and hasteth to his place where he arose.
All the rivers run into the sea,
yet the sea is not full.
Unto the place from whence the rivers come,
thither they return again.
The thing that hath been is that which shall be,
and that which is done
is that which shall be done.
And there is new thing under the sun.
There is no remembrance of former things.
Neither shall there be any remembrance of things
that are to come
with those that shall come after.
♪ When the white frost gilds the valleys ♪
♪ The cold congeals the flood ♪
♪ When many men have naught to do ♪
♪ To earn their families bread ♪
♪ When the swollen streams are frozen ♪
♪ And the hills are clad with snow ♪
♪ O we'll range the wild woods over ♪
♪ And a lumbering we will go ♪
♪ Once more a-lumb'ring go ♪
♪ And we'll range the wild woods over ♪
♪ And once more a-lumbring go ♪
- [Radio Announcer] That was "Once More a-Lumb'ring Go"
go by Irvin Gaylord.
In local news today, Bertie's BBQ up in Leesburg
is having their annual hog-eating contest.
Whoever can pack in the most barbecue ribs
gets their name on Bertie's wall
and free barbecue for one full year.
Still no developments in the case of Randall Cunningham,
the preacher down in New Mansopelea
who went missing last Sunday evening.
Forecast over the next five days is high...
[melancholic harmonica music]
[chainsaw buzzing]
[tree rustles]
[chainsaw rumbling]
[thumping]
[chainsaw buzzing]
[tree rustles]
- Aw, dirt.
- Burl Axsom?
- That's me.
- Officer Ned Pearson, Department of Natural Resources.
How are you doing today?
- How do?
- Well, Mr. Axsom, we receieved some concerning reports
from the Catterwaller Wilderness Reserve.
They say you're logging operation here
is trespassing on state property.
- What in creation are you talking about?
I'm nowhere near the property line.
[chuckles]
- Well, as Oscar Wilde once put it,
"To deny one's own experiences
"is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life.
"It's no less than a denial of the soul."
- Ain't that nice?
- Yes, so if you don't mind I'm gonna need to
personally examine where you've been harvesting
these arboribus.
- These what?
- Trees, Mr. Axsom.
- And what if I do mind?
- Well, Burl, unfortunately
this ain't a matter the department deems inconsequential,
so, rather not cooperate,
guess we can handle matters another way.
- Calm down, sonny.
I'll show ya.
But as soon as you see you're wrong,
you're gonna need to get out from underfoot.
I got a load to get into Timbertown before 5:30.
- Timbertown?
Where's that?
- A couple roads here, a few miles.
- You mean New Mansopelea?
- I mean Timbertown.
That's what we call it.
- Why do you call it that?
- Well, what kinda businesses you reckon they got there
in New Mansopelea?
- Ah, there's a sawmill I believe.
- Yeah, how about three?
- Is that right?
- Well, yeah?
What else?
- Saw repair shop, maybe?
- Mmhm, what else?
- I don't rightly know.
- A mulch operation, a lumber kiln, general store.
It's a logging town, sonny.
That's why we call it Timbertown.
- Well, I don't believe the Mansopelean Indians
would much appreciate the transmogrification on that.
- Well sonny, I don't reckon I give a rat's katoot.
[whimsical harmonica music]
- [Ned] Now, New Mansopelea, that's where that preacher
went missing about a week ago, ain't it?
- [Burl] That's right.
- [Ned] Know anything about that?
- [Burl] Not particularly.
- [Ned] Think there was foul play?
- [Burl] Possible, I guess.
- [Ned] Just can't comprehend how anyone
would wanna harm a man of the cloth.
- [Burl] Maybe somebody got annoyed
'cause he'd never shut up.
Right here.
- All right.
Let's see here.
- See, nature preserve's here, property line's here.
- How do you know that?
- 'Cause I ran it with a compass.
- How could you possibly run an accurate line on a compass
without knowing the current magnetic declination?
- You don't need to know the declination
if you're running a straight line between two known points.
Goes from the corner of the old road
to the section corner marker on the East side
of the nature preserve.
It's a straight line that runs midway up this hill.
- I say we're pretty doggone close
to the midway of this hill right now.
- I guess that'd be a problem if this was the hill
the property line was on, but it ain't.
There's a road that's at the top of this hill,
the property line is midway to the next hill.
That's on the next hill over.
[sighs]
Well, [clears throat] in the immortal words
of Immanuel Kant, "To say my assumptions were erroneous
"would be a morbid trivialization."
- If that's some kind of apology, I accept.
You reckon you can find your way back to the truck?
[chainsaw rumbles] - Well I...
[trees rumble]
[chainsaw rumbling]
[ominous music]
- Hey, hey!
Pearson!
- [Officer] And the body was covered with leaves?
I reckon he'd been there for a few days.
- [Officer] Is there a chance you may have moved
or handled the evidence?
- Just enough leaves to see who it was.
I cut a tree down a few yards away,
but I don't think that messed anything up.
- 'Bout finished here.
Think we found our missing preacher.
- Oh, that's him.
- [Officer] You knew him?
- 'Bout everybody knew Randall.
- [Officer] Does he have any family we need to notify?
- I reckon probably somewhere,
but 'bout the only family he had around here
was his dirty magazines.
- Dirty magazines?
For a preacher?
- Yeah, he thought he was slick about it,
but everybody knew.
[clears throat]
If that's all the info you guys need,
I'm gonna get back at it.
Daylight's wasting.
- [Officer] If we need anything else, we'll call you.
- Right.
[melancholic music]
You all right, sonny?
- Yes, sir.
Life's a fragile thing, ain't it?
- I suppose so.
- Makes you wonder.
- 'Bout what?
- The mystery of death.
- I don't reckon it's too much of a mystery.
- It's an "Undiscovered country,
"from whose borne no traveler returns," Hamlet.
- Well, I know what's waiting for me.
You know where you're going when you die?
- [Ned] Back into the earth I reckon.
- That ain't what the Bible says.
- Religion is the opium of the people, Mr. Axsom.
- To each his own.
- Yes, sir.
[gentle harmonica music]
- Hey, Gen.
- Hey.
- Where's Sadie?
- In bed.
- Already?
- It's 10:30, Burl.
- Yeah.
Well, it's been a long day.
- You missed Sadie's party.
- I know.
- Do you care?
- Look, I'm sorry I wasn't here for her party.
- Yeah, you're always sorry.
- Your preacher's dead.
- They found Randall?
- I found him.
- How?
What?
- He was laying in the woods.
Looked like he'd been beaten bad,
or hit by a car or somethin'.
- I don't,
I can't believe it! - So yeah.
Sorry I missed my daughter's party.
Sometimes dirt happens.
[gentle harmonica music]
[alarm clock ringing]
- [Radio Announcer] Expect cloudy skies for the rest
of the week, high is today in the upper 30s,
but we'll be getting a cold spell this weekend,
so be sure you get in plenty of firewood.
Sad news today regarding Randall Cunningham.
The New Mansopelea preacher was found dead yesterday
in the woods just outside town.
Local lumberjack Burl Axsom discovered the body
buried in the shallow grave
under a pile of leaves. - You've got to be kidding me.
- [Radio Announcer] The police have ruled the death
as a homicide.
- There is a man whose labor is in wisdom and justice
and equity, yet to a man who hath not labored
therein shall he leave it to his portion.
This is vanity, and a great evil.
For what hath man of his labors and the vexations
of his heart wherein he labors under the sun?
For all his days are sorrows,
his travail grief, yea,
his heart takest no rest in the light.
This too, is vanity.
- [Burl] Mornin' Estel.
- Mornin' Burl.
What can I do ya for?
- I need $15 in diesel and a turkey sandwich.
- Hey, Axsom.
You were just on the radio.
You found that dead preacher.
- Yeah, I found Randall.
- [chuckles] Cool.
What'd he look like?
Was he all like, covered in maggots and stuff?
- Extra pickle on that.
- I bet he smelled like the blue blazes.
[Casey laughing]
- Ain't no way to talk about a dead man, son.
- Well, did he?
- [Burl] That ain't none of your business.
- Come on, man.
- That'd be $52.90.
- Appreciate it.
Can you put it on my tab? - Will do.
- He's scared to talk about it.
- [Casey] I bet he has nightmares about it.
- You want nightmares?
I'll give ya nightmares.
You little turd squirts would cake your pants
if you ever seen a dead man.
- There is one alone, there is not a second,
that he hath neither child nor brother.
Yet is there no end to all his labor?
Neither is his eye satisfied with riches,
neither sayeth he for whom-- - Axsom?
- Do I labor. - Pearson?
- And bereave my soul of good.
This is also vanity.
Yea, it is a sore travail.
[truck engine rumbles]
♪ Come all you sons of freedom ♪
♪ That run the valley stream ♪
♪ Come all you roving lumberjacks and listen to my theme ♪
♪ We'll cross the the mighty river ♪
♪ Where the icy waters flow ♪
♪ We'll range the wild woods over ♪
♪ And once more a-lumb'ring go ♪
♪ Once more a-lumb'ring go ♪
♪ And we'll range the wild woods over ♪
♪ And once more a-lumbring go ♪
♪ When the white frost gilds the valley ♪
♪ And the snow conceals the wood ♪
♪ When many men have naught to do ♪
♪ To earn their family food ♪
♪ With the week no better pastime ♪
♪ Than to hunt the buck and doe ♪
♪ We'll range the wild woods over ♪
♪ And once more a-lumb'ring go ♪
♪ Once more a-lumb'ring go ♪
♪ And we'll range the wild woods over ♪
♪ And once more a-lumbring go ♪
♪ When our youthful days are ended ♪
♪ And our days are getting long ♪
♪ We'll put away the ax and saw ♪
♪ And settle on our farm ♪
♪ We'll have enough to eat and drink ♪
♪ Contented we will go ♪
♪ We'll tell our wives of our hard times ♪
♪ And no more a-lumb'ring go ♪
♪ Once more a-lumb'ring go ♪
♪ And we'll range the wild woods over ♪
♪ And once more a-lumbring go ♪
♪ A-Lumbring ♪
♪ Once more a-lumbring go ♪
♪ And we'll range the wild woods over ♪
♪ And once more a-lumbring go ♪
- So, after the landowner's share,
diesel fuel, and your other expenses,
that leaves us with this.
This is what we have to pay the bills with.
- I'll work more.
- You can't work more, Burl.
- Knuckleboom's got lights on it.
I'll cut up logs after dark.
- That's insane.
- No, it's necessary.
This is insane.
- We'll make it work.
Please don't spend more time away.
- You think I like being away all the time, Genevieve?
Working 80 hours a week and never seeing my baby girl?
I don't like it, but it's what I gotta do.
- We can send Sadie off to public school.
I'll get a job.
- Public school's a freaking joke.
Sadie needs you.
- It's not that bad, Burl.
- I need to provide for my family.
- [Genevieve] Money ain't everything.
- Yeah, tell that to the bills.
- It's important, but you can't let it take over your life.
There are more important things, like me, and Sadie.
And I can't remember the last time you came to church.
- I'll come soon.
Soon as I'm able.
- Hey.
We'll be okay.
It'll work out.
We'll be okay.
[gentle harmonica music]
- Religion is the opium of the people, Mr. Axsom.
- To each his own.
- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.
- So now what?
- Is this all the information you have for us?
- It's all in my report.
- Then you're done here.
Good work, Pearson.
- Thanks.
[door opens]
- Hiya, Neddie.
- "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks.
"It is the East, and Peggy is the Sun."
William Shakespeare, "Romeo and Juliet".
- Daddy bought me a dog yesterday.
- Oh really?
- Named him Felix.
After the fella in the play you took me to see.
- Yeah?
You enjoyed that, did ya?
- It was funny.
- Well, [clears throat] now that you broached the subject,
I [clears throat],
actually the reason I dropped in I,
I was curious if you might be interested
in entertaining the notion of
allowing me the opportunity of taking you out
and doing something like that again sometime.
- Something like what?
- You know, a play at the theater,
or the multiplex, or a restaurant.
Anything, really.
- You mean like a date?
- Yeah [clears throat].
Yeah, another date.
- I can't.
- Why not?
- 'Cause I'm seeing somebody.
- You mean, who?
- Brett McCorkle.
- Brett McCorkle?
He ain't even in the department,
he's just regular police.
- Well that's exciting.
He gets to fight crime, and chase bad guys,
and uphold the law.
- Well, I uphold the law too, Peggy.
My occupation's exciting.
- Yeah, that's funny, Ned.
- Hey, I'm serious.
- Ned, when's the last time you used your gun?
- About a month ago, for your information.
- What'd you use it for?
Shoot a bunny rabbit?
- No.
Yes.
It'd been hit by a car.
I put it out of its misery.
- That's good.
That's a good thing.
But it makes for very boring dinner conversations.
- My livelihood is not boring, Peggy.
I found a dead body yesterday.
- A human dead body?
- Yes, as a matter of fact.
Another fellow technically discovered him,
but I radioed it in.
- Well that's exciting.
So, are you gonna be the one to solve the case?
- No.
- Then who's the one gonna be solving the case?
[faint radio music]
- [Dispatcher] Bentwood County Sheriff's
Department Dispatch.
- Yes, Officer Ned Pearson,
Department of Natural Resources.
- [Dispatcher] Hey, Ned, what can we do for ya?
- Well, I was calling regarding the deceased individual
that was found in the woods yesterday.
I'm actually the one who radioed that in, by the way.
- [Dispatcher] I thought your name was familiar.
What's up?
- Yeah, well, I was just, I was wondering
if y'all would need any assistance on that case.
- [Dispatcher] Well, it's really more of
a state matter at this point.
- Yeah, I know, I was just wondering.
- [Dispatcher] If they need anything,
I'm sure they'll give you a call.
- Yeah [clears throat].
Yeah.
Six fish there, limit's five.
Can't just catch all the fish you want.
Hey, don't you have anything to say for yourself?
I don't know how else to explain it to you,
but you can't catch more than five of these.
If they were Flavescen, the yellow perch,
it'd be a different story, the limit on them is 15,
but these ain't Flavescen, they're Americana.
That's white perch.
So I'm sorry mister, but I'm gonna have to ask you
to throw one of them back.
- They all dead.
- Just don't do it again.
- There is one alone, there is not a second,
that he hath neither child nor brother.
Yet is there no end to all his labor.
Neither is his eye satisfied with riches,
neither sayeth he for whom-- - Axsom.
- Do I labor. - Pearson.
- [Hobo] And bereave my soul of good.
This is also vanity.
Yea, it is a sore travail. - Howdy.
- Who's the eccentric?
- Oh, he's harmless.
What can I do ya for?
- Well, I'm sure you may have
ascertained the situation by now
through the radio or otherwise,
but a deceased body was discovered yesterday.
- Yeah, that's a real shame.
Randall was a good man.
A real good man.
- Really?
- Naw, he was a turd.
Just figured since he was dead,
I should say something nice.
Nah, nobody around here liked Randall.
Or his preaching, really.
We just went to his church
because it was the only one in town.
Kicked some lady outta church a few weeks back.
Said she'd fallen out into the world,
became a boozin' skank or something.
I just think it was an excuse because,
well, she was colored.
- Sounds like quite the gentleman.
- Yeah, Randall had a real heart of gold.
- Heart of gold is actually Shakespeare.
Henry the V.
I like when he goes to...
Anyway, so this Randall fellow,
he have any rivals, or enemies?
Anyone he didn't particularly get along with?
- Well, there's a fella I remember,
Bill Childers out on Poplar Ridge.
Randall shot his dog.
Bill loved that dog.
- Poplar Ridge, huh?
Where is that?
[thunder rumbles]
- Then, I saw that wisdom excelleth folly,
so far as light excelleth darkness.
The wise man's eyes are in his head,
but the fool walketh in darkness
and I myself have perceived also,
there is one event that happeneth to them all.
- What is that, the Bible?
Some beautiful philosophy in there.
- I said in my heart to myself,
as it happeneth to the fool,
so happeneth even to me.
How then was I more wise?
And I said in my heart, this too is vanity.
- Hey, how about this one?
"If God made us in His image,
"we have certainly returned the compliment".
That's Voltaire.
What do you think he meant by--
- For there is no remembrance
for the wise man over the fool forever.
For what is now in the days to come shall be forgotten.
And how dieth the wise man?
As the fool!
[thunder rumbling]
- All right.
- Therefore I hated my life,
for all the works wrought under the sun are grievous
unto me, for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
[knocking on door]
[dogs barking]
[knocking on door]
- [Woman] What do you want?!
- Morning, ma'am.
Officer Ned Pearson, Department of Natural Resources.
- We ain't got no marijuana.
Ouch! - Huh?
- [Woman] Little turd bit me.
- Look, I was needing to speak with your husband
for a quick minute, is he around today?
- No.
- Well, do you have any postulation on his wherabouts,
or what time he may be returning?
- [Woman] Any what?
- Do you know where he is?
- Diggin' seng.
- You mean ginseng?
Panax Quinquifolias?
You can't harvest that this time of year,
it's illegal.
And dead.
- I said he was looking for seng.
Ouch, Cletus, let go of me!
- Look, I'll come by a little bit later.
- Mama, Daddy wants to know who's here.
- Shut it, Maybelline.
- [Bill] Who's out there, Marge?
- Shut it!
- Don't you squawk your mouth at me, woman.
Officer.
- You Bill Childers?
- We ain't got no marijuana here.
- Ouch!
- I'm sure you don't.
Now, what can you tell me about Randall Cunningham?
- He's dead.
- [Ned] How do you know that? - It was on the radio.
- Right.
That it? - Yeah.
- Sure there's not something more you can tell me, Bill?
- What are you talking about?
- Well, I just heard you could have been a mite,
apoplectic with him on account of him shooting your dog.
- Are you, are you trying to say
you think I killed him?
- Are you saying that's a possibility, sir?
- No, I think it's about time you get off my property.
[spits]
- I think you should stick to counting ticks
off possum's butts, Mr. DNR.
Ouch!
- My Daddy wouldn't kill nobody!
And he ain't got no marijuana.
And you're rude!
- I ain't rude, kid.
Just epigrammatic.
To the point.
As Shakespeare mused in Macbeth,
"brevity is the soul of wit".
- That's Hamlet.
[gentle guitar music]
- Huh?
My livelihood is not boring, Peggy.
- [Peggy] Then who's the one gonna be solving the case?
[gentle guitar music]
- Telling you, Ned, can't just rattle off what kinda car
has that pacific paint job.
All kinds of cars are white.
- I ain't asking anything specific, Nester.
Just a general idea.
Maybe the make or model on it.
- I told ya, I ain't no expert.
- Yeah, I heard ya.
But if you had to say one or the other,
would you say Ford or Chevrolet?
- You know what I'd say? - What's that?
- I'd say it was a white car.
- That which is crooked cannot be made straight,
and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.
I communed with my own heart, saying, lo!
I am come into great estate,
and gotten more wisdom than all they
that have gone before me into Jerusalem.
Yea, my heart has had great experience
with wisdom and knowledge.
I gave my heart to know wisdom, madness, and folly.
I perceive that this is also a vexation of the heart.
For in great wisdom is great grief,
and he who increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
- You know what?
I can quote philosophy too.
For instance, Socrates said,
"there is only one good, knowledge,
"and one evil: ignorance."
Aristotle stated, "knowledge is power".
And William Shakespeare wrote,
"ignorance is the curse of God,
"knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to Heaven!"
Well, I'll be.
Bill Childers and a white car.
He's paying them off!
[gentle guitar music]
[door opens]
[panting]
[door creaks]
[panting]
Bentwood County, this is 212.
Do you copy?
- [Dispatcher] Roger that, go ahead 212.
- Requesting backup, 1018.
I'm in New Mansopelia, 115 Cedar Street.
Suspicious activity, at least one suspect, maybe more.
1032, possible 1035.
- [Dispatcher] Roger that.
Backup en route to Timbertown in 15 minutes.
- 10-4.
Boldness be my friend.
[thumping]
Open up!
This is officer Ned Pearson,
Department of Natural Resources!
Open up!
[door creaks]
[eerie guitar music]
Huh?
[gun cocks]
[gun fires]
["Vivaldi's Four Seasons-Spring"]
["Vivaldi's Four Seasons-Summer"]
["Vivaldi's Four Seasons-Autumn"]
["Vivaldi's Four Seasons-Winter"]
[sobbing]
[screaming]
[thuds]
[brakes screech]
[gun fires]
- [Man] Come on, come on!
- [Man] Dude, what are you doing?!
- [Man] Shut up and get in the car!
[tires screech]
- Hello?
- Help.
Help me.
- Oh, Lord.
- Please.
- I gotta go call an ambulance.
- No, I radioed for help.
Please don't leave me, ma'am.
- What can I do?
- I don't wanna be alone.
- I ain't going nowhere.
I'm gonna stay right here.
I ain't going nowhere.
- I'm so afraid.
I'm afraid of dying.
- I know.
I know.
But there ain't no part of this life,
not even dying, that we need to be afraid of if,
if we know the Lord.
Are you a Christian?
Do you know who Jesus is?
- I know who He was.
- No, no, not who He was, but who He is.
Now you listen to me, now.
We're all guilty.
Every single one of us who's ever lived
has been way short of perfect.
Except for the Lord Jesus,
who's the Son of Almighty God.
God sent Him down to this Earth
so that after He made the blind to see,
and the lame to walk, that He would willingly die
on the cross for the sins of the world,
the just for the unjust.
And then He rose again, from the dead,
just like He said He would,
so that we can know the truth.
That's because He is the truth,
He is the way,
He's the life.
That's what the Bible says.
And it says that no man can come
to God unless they come to Him through Jesus.
That means no amount of working can earn it.
And no amount of knowledge can achieve it.
All we have to do is believe.
It's the truth.
For the love of God, you know it's the truth!
Do you believe? [sirens blaring]
[melancholic harmonica music]
- Let thy garments be always white,
and let thy head lack no ointment.
Live joyfully with the wife whom thou lovest
all the days of the life of thy vanity,
that He hath given to thee under the sun,
all the days of thy vanity.
For that is thy portion in this life,
and in the labor which thou takest under the sun.
- What do I do now?
I don't know what to do anymore.
And I can't live like this.
I killed Randall.
I killed Randall Cunningham,
and it's all my fault.
[sobs]
I gotta do something, I gotta make things right,
I gotta make things right with God, with myself,
but I don't know how.
How do I live with that?
How do I fix that?
I don't know what to do.
- Whatsoever thy hand findest to do, do it with thy might.
For there is no work, nor device,
nor knowledge, nor wisdom in the grave, whither thou goest.
I returned, and I saw under the sun,
that the race is not to the swift,
nor is the battle to the strong,
yet neither is [voice fades].
- [Genevieve] Did you get your lines memorized for today?
- Yeah, I learned them.
- I didn't get a chance to make your lunch,
there's some leftovers in the fridge you can take.
- That's fine.
- Are you coming to church to hear me, Daddy?
- Sunday School kids have been reciting
the verses they've been learning this winter.
It's all very exciting.
- And then we're gonna bring flowers to Grandma,
'cause she's dead.
- Two years today since Momma passed.
We're gonna stop by the graveyard afterward.
- I can't today, sweetie.
Daddy's gotta work.
But I promise I will soon, okay?
- We gotta go.
Love you.
- Love you too.
[door opens]
[door shuts]
- [Radio Announcer] Still no sign of Spring,
with cloudy skies and highs
in the mid-30's throughout next week.
Looks like New Mansopelea's in the local news again,
and for all the wrong reasons.
Just a few days after the small town's
missing preacher was ruled a homicide,
a Department of Natural Resources officer was shot
yesterday by two men during a drug bust.
The men have been apprehended, and are in custody.
The name of the officer has not yet been released.
Now let's get back to the music with a folk hit
by Gwendolyn Mutskie.
- What the dirt.
Hey!
[ATV starts]
[screams]
- Hey, man!
[grunting]
- [Burl] All right, you little turd.
[groans]
- Come on, man!
[laughing]
Awesome!
- [Casey] Ah, go on now, I got it!
I got it!
[cheering]
[snickering]
[melancholic harmonica music]
[truck starting]
♪ Some day my earthly house will fall ♪
♪ I cannot tell how soon 'twill be ♪
♪ But this I know, my All in All ♪
♪ Has now a place in Heaven for me ♪
♪ And I shall see Him face to face ♪
♪ And tell the story, saved by grace ♪
♪ And I shall see Him face to face ♪
♪ And tell the story saved by grace ♪
♪ Some day when fades the golden sun ♪
♪ Beneath the rosy tinted West ♪
♪ My blessed Lord shall say well done ♪
♪ And I shall enter in to rest ♪
♪ And I shall see Him face to face ♪
♪ And tell the story saved by grace ♪
♪ And I shall see Him face to face ♪
♪ And tell the story saved by grace ♪
- [Pastor] Please be seated.
- These are for you, Grandma.
We missed you.
- You did good with your lines today, Sadie.
She'd be real proud of you.
- Yeah, did real good.
- You ready to get out of here?
- [Sadie] Mm-hmm.
- I'll catch up with you. - Okay.
- Miss Tyson? - Yes?
- Burl Axsom.
I've been to your church a few times.
I knew Ernie.
Hauled a lot of timber down to the mill
when he worked down there.
- Oh.
- I'm sure sorry.
He was a good man.
- Yes.
- Well, I just wanted to say that
if there's anything you need, just holler.
- Oh, well, actually, I'll be going away for a while,
so I won't be needing much.
- So, you're the fella who found Randall?
- Yeah, that was me.
I reckon you've probably got
some mixed feelings about all that.
- It's affected me.
- Yeah, I expect it has.
Still, makes you wonder if they'll ever
find the man who done it.
- What makes you so sure that it was a man
that did it, Mr. Axsom?
I've learned a lot lately, Mr. Axsom.
I've learned that the past don't matter.
All we have to worry about is what's ahead.
All our mistakes are behind us.
I've done a lot of bad things,
and I made a lot of mistakes,
but God's forgiven me.
And I'm going to live the rest of my life for Him,
and serve Him wherever He takes me.
And I wouldn't worry too much about it, Mr. Axsom.
Something tells me they're bound to find
whoever killed Randall Cunningham.
Maybe they'll turn themselves in.
Maybe they already have.
If you'll excuse me, Mr. Axsom.
I'm going to visit my husband.
[thoughtful harmonica music]
- [Hobo] The preacher sought out to find acceptable words,
and that which was written was upright,
even words of truth.
The words of the wise are as goads,
and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies,
which are given by one shepherd.
And further, by these, my son, be admonished
of making many books there is no end,
and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter:
fear God, and keep His commandments,
for this is the whole duty of man.
For God shall bring every work into judgement,
with every secret thing,
whether it be good
or whether it be evil.
["Back Home"]
♪ The trees are all barren ♪
♪ The dark closes in ♪
♪ The gray icy winter has come ♪
♪ The day seem so long now ♪
♪ So lonesome and cold ♪
♪ So hard to believe that you've gone ♪
♪ At night I can dream ♪
♪ But I know in the morning ♪
♪ I'll wake and I'll find out you're gone ♪
♪ But I know far away there's a new bright day ♪
♪ Where you and I will be back home ♪
♪ They say to everything there is a time ♪
♪ A time to be born and to die ♪
♪ A time for loving ♪
♪ But all that I love has gone ♪
♪ To that home in the sky ♪
♪ The sky ♪
♪ And I know someday ♪
♪ I will fly far away ♪
♪ To you ♪
♪ At night I can dream ♪
♪ But I know in the morning ♪
♪ I'll wake and I'll find that you're gone ♪
♪ But I know far away ♪
♪ There's a bright new day ♪
♪ Where you and I will be back home ♪