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.
So sweet! This tastes like a fruit? Give me two pounds. I'll take five.
Easy. Line up. Plenty to go around. Well? Satisfied? Fifty pounds of your four bucks is two hundred.
I just flipped it for four hundred. That's called business. Hold on. Eight bucks a pound, fifty pounds, that's four hundred. so why is this pushing 500?
Uh, well, they, uh, insisted. Hey, handsome, will you be here again tomorrow? This is a deposit for tomorrow. Yeah, call making a friend.
See that? That's my salesmanship. You call that selling? What else would it be? I call it selling your face.
My face is a talent. Hey, wait up. What's wrong? Eight bucks a pound.
That's the price and that's all I'll take. But I wanted to... I'll take your money for the vegetables. I won't take your money for ogling a man.
Nora!