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.
help what the put me down since you're staying let's get acquainted this is your new foreman the guardian five o'clock sharp tomorrow oversleep and he starts to get hungry by one room in this house you sleep on the floor i'm the heir to the sterling fortune and you want
me on the dirt too hard go sleep in the yard with the guardian I'll build you a guardian sleep there or don't weed every inch of this field today you learn and from now on no work no food me weeding I've never done a day's farm work in my life well jobs done right not bad clean job trying to outsmart me you're not
Not there yet. Wow, Miss Nora, this is amazing. Hey, where's mine? They did the work, so they get the meal.
Nora, that's cheating. I paid them to do it. And you cheated too. Want an easy meal? Go back to your big city restaurant. In my house, only what you earn with your own hands goes in your mouth.
Hey, hey there, big guy. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just smelling it. I'm not going to eat it.
Boss! Boss, help! It's the middle of the night. Who are you calling boss?
You. You're my boss. Eat, then get some sleep. Tomorrow, you work the field yourself.
Nora, you really think you've broken me? Pick me up at the edge of town tomorrow morning. Sir? Mr. Sterling? Who said anything about running?
Get me a truck. A delivery truck. To sell produce. Earning money? Tomorrow I'll show you what real business looks like. Hey big fella, trade secret. Don't tell your boss.