At 2:00 AM, the GoPro recorded the final act of trespass. Believing he had clear skies, Arthur vaulted the fence with a professional fruit-picking pole and a massive canvas sack. He worked with frantic, sweating urgency, stripping every last remaining piece of fruit from the lower branches. He rushed home in the dead of night to a waiting Beatrice.
Because they had delayed the harvest until the absolute last minute, the couple was under a crushing time crunch. They had less than six hours to roll the dough, crimp the crusts, and bake the entry before the morning submission deadline. Desperate and exhausted, Beatrice dumped the beautifully plump, stolen fruit straight into the pie filling. They threw it in the oven, completely unaware of what was coming to them.