(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 ♪ ♪ 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 ♪
