A widow inherits an old spring property and the fortune tied to it, drawing the suspicion and greed of everyone around her. As she fights to hold onto what is hers, buried secrets about her late husband and the land begin to surface.
Earl, you can't just bust into my room like this. Don't you give me that. I'll ask you plain. Are you still a Gable, or aren't Not anymore. It's right there in the papers we both signed. We're done. Not a gable? You're sleeping in a gable house? If you want to be that cold, then let's settle up.
Easy, sis. Just hand the garden over to me, and I'll make sure Ma and Pa leave you alone. Hand you my garden? Dream on, Cody. I broke that ground with my own two hands. It's got nothing to do with the Ungrateful wretch You're nothing but bad luck
You'd have nothing at all If it weren't for us That garden is ours Whether you like it or not
You're her father-in-law Busting into a widow's room In the middle of the night with your son Shame on you
One more step and I scream Fine! Keep your garden! But you hand over the secret. What you're feeding those crops. Yeah! Hand it over! With that secret, I can grow them myself.
The secret. So that's what this was all about. There's no secret. I water them, I feed them, I work them. That's all. Leave or I scream. Fine. Just fine, Nora. You mark my words. this isn't over no we are not leaving empty-handed
pa she won't hand it over what do we do what do we do she doesn't get to win Come on, we're going to that garden. No. They wouldn't just walk away. Cody, take the shovel. Tear it all out.
You got it, Pa. Holy snake! Pa! Snake!