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MAN:
Good evening my dear
friends of Minston County.

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As we continue in this
fortunate year of 1946,

I am delighted in the moral
leadership of our very own

Mr. Bascum, for he is laboring
to mend the degenerate among us,

from those who seek to
deaden the mind on narcotics,

to the women of our town,
who degrade themselves through

the sale of their bodies.

Of pioneering treatments,
Mr. Bascum is bringing an era

of ethical prosperity
to Minston,

through a series of severe and
humane procedures re--.

♪ [solemn music]

BOY:
Why you sweating, mom?

WOMAN:
One drop's
not sweating, Donnie.

BOY:
You scared?

WOMAN:
Will you
quit diggin' on me?

I'm fine.

[car squeaks]

[♪♪♪]

BOY:
What is this place?

Oh gee, you ain't takin' me
to the orphan hole, are ya?

WOMAN:
Who gave you a chicken
brained idea like that?

BOY:
The round man that
comes over on Tuesdays,

said he'd take me there if
I told anyone he was

in our house.

And if he does, I'll
pretend to be asleep,

and when he comes
into my room,

I'll jump up and poke
him in the belly with--.

WOMAN:
Hell!

What have I told you to do
with wicked thoughts like that?

Huh?
Look at me.

You feel 'em coming
you shoo 'em away.

You keep shooin'
until they're gone.

You hear me?

Gone.

[♪♪♪]

WOMAN:
[sighs]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[footsteps]

[door opens]

WOMAN:
Hey.

So, uh, when I get done,
I got a surprise for you.

BOY:
What is it?

WOMAN:
Gonna sleep
somewhere special tonight.

BOY:
Mr Harold's Hotel?

WOMAN:
Mmhmm.

But you gotta watch your
sister for me, 'kay?

Like a good big brother.

Read your book until
you fall asleep.

Okay.

♪ [solemn music]

WOMAN:
I love you.

BOY:
I love you, too.

[door squeaks and shuts]

WOMAN:
[heavy breathing]

[metal door rattling open]

[door bangs shut]

♪ [tense music] ♪

[footsteps]

[heavy breathing]

♪ [tense music]

[rattling footsteps
approaching]

MAN:
Hello, Barbara.

BARBARA:
Mr. Bascum.

BASCUM:
I'm delighted that
you agreed to this over

traditional consequences.

BARBARA:
You think
it's gonna help me?

BASCUM:
The clinicians
are quite hopeful.

I of course value their
treatment process,

but I'm placing most of
my faith in you, Barbara.

Imagine your life no longer
defined by your

vulgar behavior.

A world where your children
are no longer tarnished

by your reputation.

Or Heaven forbid, relegated
to the care of the County.

This is not a punishment to
atone for what you have done.

It's an opportunity to
reimagine what you might become.

[slow footsteps retreat]

BARBARA:
[gasping]

BASCUM:
Shall we?

[wrapper crinkling]

[♪♪♪]

MAN:
Alton, would you please
apply the nodes to the

subject's primary
pleasure sensories.

[♪♪♪]

MAN:
Please bring in the
erotic stimuli.

Douglas, you may
step forward.

MAN:
Please remove
your covering.

[bang]

[bang]

[distant screaming]

[crying]

[footsteps]

[bang]

[crying]

[bang]

[crying]

[bang]

MAN:
[indistinct]

[bang]

MAN:
[indistinct]

[bang]

MAN:
Keep your eyes fixed
on his midsection.

[bang]

MAN:
Study every curve.

[bang]

MAN:
Every hair.

[bang]

MAN:
[indistinct]

[bang]

MAN:
He is but a creature.

[bang]

BARBARA:
[screaming]

BASCUM:
I don't think
you're supposed to be here.

♪ [ominous music]

BARBARA:
Why?

[crunching]

BRENTON:
Donnie, Donnie, hey!

Hey hey, enough.

Alright?

DONNIE:
You come near my
sister again and I'll make you

breath your last, you hear?

BRENTON:
We need to
get him to the clinic.

Get his face patched up.

DONNIE:
He can lay there
and think about what he did.

MAN:
[groans]

BRENTON:
You're starting
to scare me, Donnie.

DONNIE: Anybody that fools
around with Bean
ought to be scared.

BRENTON:
Yeah but you can't go off trying
to kill a man over it.

DONNIE:
He ain't dead.

BRENTON:
Damn near it.

[footsteps]

[♪♪♪]

[radio static]

MAN:
-- not one of us can deny
the carnival of wickedness

has come to our humble town.

But for this we cannot
place blame on the lawyered

statesmen who
poisoned our waters,

or the foreigner who hides
behind his mongering threats

of violence, for while

the physical bomb has yet to
becloud Minston County,

there is one who works
tirelessly on our behalf,

even as we're baptized in
the blood of perversion.

But let us not forget the
progress we have made under

the rule of Mr Bascum, whose
mechanisms of justice have

freed us from our
past perversions.

The foolish among you may
protest the severity of his

methods, but a true countryman
never questions the need for

order and enforcement.

DONNIE:
It's supposed to be
a real current treatment.

I know you hate the idea of
being injected with something,

but I'll be back first
thing to check on you.

I'll try and bring Bean, too.

[♪♪♪]

DONNIE:
But I think we
got reason to be hopeful.

BARBARA:
There ain't nothing
hopeful about this place.

[♪♪♪]

[smacking]

♪ [intense music]

[silence]

[door creeks open]

BEAN:
I already boiled some.

[clatter]

DONNIE:
You get supper?

BEAN:
I'm fine.

DONNIE:
Sorry I didn't
bring anything home.

[clatter]

DONNIE:
Wanted to see Bab
before they started

the new treatment.

Going back first thing
if you want to come.

BEAN:
No, thank you.

DONNIE:
Alright, I can see
you're on about something.

Just let it out.

BEAN:
I heard you gave
it to Professor Nickens.

Sent him to the
clinic and everything?

DONNIE:
That man shouldn't
have been alone in my house

with you.

BEAN:
He's my
calculations teacher.

He was helping me study.

DONNIE:
He can help folks with
their educational work

at the educational facility.

Not in my house alone with
my 14-year-old sister.

Bean, you're too young to
understand the intentions

of men.

I did what I did and
it was for the best.

[clatter]

DONNIE:
You take it.

I'm heading to Mr Harold's.

MAN:
Why do we question
behavior [indistinct]

punishment.

Without enforcement the
hard-working laborer is but

putty in the hands of evil.

So we must make examples of
the woman who sells her body

and the man who has
turned to [indistinct]

We must not think of--.

WOMAN:
[breaths deeply]

♪ [humming]

My, that is low.

[clears throat]

♪ [melodic humming]

WOMAN:
How'd the boy do today?

MILT:
He lived up
to his reputation.

Rhoda, I'm famished.

What do you say we head into
the local meat shop and

devour us some lamb tips?

RHODA:
It's a bit
early for supper.

MILT:
Rhoda, you are a cherry
red tulip that's always

in full bloom.

RHODA:
Save the flattery until we've
finished the task at hand.

[rustling]

MILT:
And to waste these
fine motel furnishings.

[♪♪♪]

[squeaking]

[distant ruckus]

MAN:
Give it to me!

HAROLD:
This ain't
no damn orphanage.

This is a place of business.

MAN:
Give me the pillows!

HAROLD:
We're not gonna--
get out of here, shoo!

Shoo!

MAN:
Gah!

Damn it!

[door slams]

HAROLD:
Thanks, Donnie.

But I don't need you
mucking around in my mud.

DONNIE:
Every business in
town has a night patrol.

I'm just doing my job.

HAROLD:
It ain't a job if you
ain't getting compensated.

Stubborn as a damn mule.

Changing out the soaps.

You keep your
eye on that door.

[squeaking]

HAROLD:
Hey, what the hell are you doing
coming through the front?

You trying to put us
both out of business?

WOMAN:
I'm done
working for tonight.

I was just hoping to rest.

HAROLD:
[sighs]

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to
raise my voice.

But we all gotta be careful.

That ol' Baskan's been coming
down hard on folks lately.

♪ [suspenseful music]

MAN:
Why not be a man
who dreams for himself?

[♪♪♪]

MAN:
Hey, [indistinct]
a welder and apprentice?

Come on!

[indistinct]

[footsteps]

♪ [morose music] ♪

[door squeaks]

[♪♪♪]

DONNIE:
Mom.

[knocking]

Mom.

Mom--.

Oh, damnation, Donnie, I
thought you were an outsider.

Are you trying to forfeit
your visitation privileges?

DONNIE:
What the
hell is this thing?

WOMAN:
It keeps her
body heat regulated.

DONNIE:
Shouldn't she be awake by now?

WOMAN:
Hard to say.

The insulin may have collided
with her natural slumber.

I wouldn't worry.

It's all part of
the county regiment.

Best to stay faithful to
what's tried and tested.

DONNIE:
She needs someone who
understands her to treat her.

WOMAN:
Well, unless you
win the sweepstakes,

I'm afraid this is all
the treatment to be had.

DONNIE:
Ma.
[knocking]

WOMAN:
She can't
hear you, Donnie.

This new polyurethane's
strong as all get out.

Could probably build
a bunker out of it.

I just hope it helps quite
the chaos around her.

[♪♪♪]

[indistinct radio chatter]

MAN:
--this trying year of
1959, to you, Mr. Bascum.

[door chimes]

WOMAN:
Two platters?

Double meat?

BRENTON:
Thanks, Miss Sheri.

SHERI:
You boys catch Father
Coughlin's morning program?

BRENTON:
No, we don't
get a signal at the coop.

SHERI:
I hate saying this, but
I think it's safe to say their

finger's creeping
towards that button.

BRENTON:
Oh, well wouldn't
that be something.

SHERI:
Well if it's gonna
happen to any civilization

it'd be this one.

We truly are living
in a carnival of wickedness.

BRENTON:
Well, we won't
stay aloof to the danger.

We sure are grateful you're
here to help keep us informed.

Aren't we, Donnie?

DONNIE:
I got other concerns.

Like not starving to death.

SHERI:
Donnie,
guard your tongue.

You'll be lucky if I come back
with any meat on your platter.

DONNIE:
Maybe it'd be
better if the bomb did drop.

BRENTON:
You don't mean that.

DONNIE:
If I were you I'd move
back to Dakota and get on

with my life.

[chuckles]

Pft.

You're too quick for
my appetite, Sheri.

SHERI:
You boys keeping
it clean over there--.

[bang]

BRENTON:
Uh...

SHERI:
Bascum must be
[indistinct] today.

[chickens clucking]

BRENTON:
Mother's been
concerned I'm spending too

much time down there.

I'm telling you, my bunker's
becoming quite the marvel.

Just hinged some
wood to the wall,

and it can act like a
table if you wanted to.

Or it flips back up if you
want to conserve space.

I just figure a
nice open layout--.

DONNIE:
Hey, can we get to it?

I want to see Bab before
the Center closes.

BRENTON:
Yeah, sure, I
already fed the orpingtons.

I can help you sex
for a bit.

[chickens clucking]

BRENTON:
What have we got?

DONNIE: It looks like
two females and a rooster.

BRENTON:
Oh boy, you're
getting good at that.

DONNIE:
It ain't hard.

See the point on this one?

BRENTON:
I see it.

It's a rooster, right?

DONNIE:
That's right.

BRENTON:
If it's round
like this one, it's a lady?

DONNIE:
You gotta take into
account the texture, too.

The rooster surface
is much rougher.

BRENTON:
Oh.

That's why you're
the master egg sexer.

♪ [intense music] ♪

[footsteps]

[alarm sounding]

[door creaking]

[door creaking]

[squeaking]

[clatter]

[chains rattle]

[rustling]

[grunting]

[rattling footsteps]

HAROLD:
Mr. Bascum?

BASCUM:
Harold.

Your ledger, please.

BASCUM:
Oh.

Harold,
I'll be frank.

The talk around town is that
you've been allowing some

unsavory clientele into
your establishment.

It's now clear that you
falsified your records to

conceal your wrongdoing.

Which disappoints
me even more.

HAROLD:
Well, as you can
tell by our pillow stacks,

we ain't exactly
selling out rooms.

BASCUM:
Yes but you're well
aware of the moral standards

we're all required to uphold.

HAROLD:
I offer comfortable
accommodations.

You buy a pillow,
you get a room.

I'm not here to pry into
my patron's affairs.

BASCUM:
But these patrons
are promoting a culture of

addiction and degradation.

The well-being of Minston
is more important than your

profit/loss margin.

HAROLD:
So what am
I supposed to do?

Turn away paying countrymen?

Because of your
unwritten rules?

BASCUM:
I expected more
gratitude from you, Harold.

I've labored greatly to ensure
the negro is fairly judged in

this community, and yet you
still chose to dishonor us.

In front of my son, no less.

I'm afraid we'll
have to address this.

Put him up here.

[grunting]

[shuffling]

BASCUM:
Your ankle.

[rustling]

HAROLD:
[whimpers]

[rustling]

BASCUM:
Your blade.

This is not
something I relish.

But we must stand
by our principles.

[screaming]

BASCUM:
Gentle with him.

[muffled screaming]

[rattling footsteps]

BASCUM:
I understand you'll likely view
my methods as harsh.

But this town totters
on the edge of ruin.

Can you imagine it without
ethical enforcement?

♪ [tense music]

[braces rattle]

[thud]

[♪♪♪]

BASCUM:
Just the toes.

[muffled screaming]

[♪♪♪]

[thud]

SHERI:
It's flat out wicked.

But we need to stay hopeful.

A man can live years
without his toes.

I'm gonna go out back
and needle some chuckeye.

I need something pure to
wash my mind of all this.

[pats]

[dishes clatter]

[door squeaks]

MILT:
From what I hear it
could have been his leg.

I have travelled from Grand
Forks to the [indistinct]

bottom and back.

And I've never seen a
man as twisted as Bascum.

When your method of justice
is cutting of limbs,

instilling fear into the
innocent people of this town,

yeah.

I think you deserve
to be boiled alive.

DONNIE:
Best of luck with that.

MILT:
I don't need luck,
I need you, Donnie.

See, I believe you and I can
give that gutless vulture

the justice he deserves.

I know I probably sound like
a bonafide kook right now.

And I know this whole town
is living under his shadow.

But I also know that
Minston deserves better.

So why not do
something about it?

DONNIE:
Your mind's all mangled.

He can't be touched.

MILT:
[scoffs]

You're seeing things
through a magnifying glass.

I'm handing you a telescope.

If you chose to
look through it,

I'll show you exactly how we
can carry out his sentence.

DONNIE:
Why the hell would
I involve myself with you?

MILT:
Because I know
about your mother.

[rustling]

MILT:
I don't ask for a man's
help without offering him

something in return.

I have read everything
there is to know about Bab's

condition, I know the
prognosis seems bleak.

I have reason to believe
there is still hope for her.

♪ [tense music]

[paper rumpling]

MILT:
It's a modern marvel.

A holistic approach
to healing the mind.

And if you accept my proposal,
this could be Babs in reality.

What do you say, Donnie?

Will you help me take down
John Merryweather Bascum?

[♪♪♪]

[electricity buzzing]

[steady breathing]

DONNIE:
Gonna get you
the hell out of here.

There's this behavioral
center up in Macoupin.

[paper rustling]

DONNIE:
I just found a way to
get us the money we

need to get you there.

BEAN:
Who the hell would
want someone's toes?

DONNIE:
You don't need to
concern yourself over it.

Just didn't want you hearing
it from the chatterheds.

BEAN:
I thought that was why
you were there

in the first place?

DONNIE:
There's nothing
that could have been done.

BEAN:
They're all a
bunch of philistines.

And you wonder why this
place is the way it is.

DONNIE:
Hey, you
got no idea--.

Mr Harold's pillow stack.

And you just sit there
and let it happen,

thinking you're
somehow blameless.

[knocking]

[footsteps retreating]

BEAN:
He's not coming.

[door slams]

♪ [morose music]

MILT:
Wrap your mind
around a new way of battle.

'Cause your days of waltzing
up to a man and overpowering

him with your
knuckles are over.

To take down a man
of Bascum's stature,

we'll need to be prepared.

Covert.

Deliberate.

He's got a slew of brogues
watching his every move,

but before we even think about
busting down his door and

taking his currency, there are
facets of your mind and body

that need sharpening, and
that's why we're here.

You may question my methods,
but if you trust the process,

believe me.

You'll taste the fruit.

Weakness.

Everyone's got one.

But the men who can recognize
it in themselves learn to

overcome it.

What's your weakness?

DONNIE:
Don't have one.

MILT:
[scoffs]

Dig deeper.

What's your weakness?

What about that mile
wide temper of yours?

We're not gonna have room for
one of Donnie's hissy fits

when were in the thick
of Bascum's quarters.

These darts won't kill you.

Barely make you bleed.

So there's no reason to
exclaim when they hit you.

[squelch]

MILT:
Did reacting
make you feel better?

[squelch]

MILT:
No.

Reacting didn't do a damn
thing to ease your pain.

Now when you can sit silent
for three in a row, I'll stop.

Too much reaction.

DONNIE:
I barely flinched.

[squelch]

MILT:
Control your emotions,
and it'll all be over.

[squelch]

[♪♪♪]

DONNIE:
[grunts]

MILT:
Switching to
your head, that's good,

because I can give you
a little demonstration.

Now when you put a hole
into one of his men,

you take the dart
and you stab him.

But don't just stab once.

You keep stabbing until you
pierce that artery and he lies

dead in your arms.

DONNIE:
Argh!

MILT:
Don't worry.

You'll be fine.

But if I'd line those with the
venom of a strawberry poison

frog, you wouldn't be.

DONNIE:
What the fuck
is wrong with you?

MILT:
[chuckles]
Wrong with me?

We're trying to take down
a militia and you can't absorb

a few pinpricks without
turning into a circus chimp.

If you give a damn
about your mother,

you will give me
what I ask for.

[fly buzzing]

MILT:
Your turn.

[footsteps approaching]

[rattling approaching]

[door opens]

[engine idling]

[♪♪♪]

[footsteps]

[distant whimpering]

[footsteps]

♪ [operatic music]

BASCUM:
Welcome.

♪ [operatic music]

[distant moaning]

MAN:
[sighs]

♪ [operatic music]

DONNIE:
These look real
promising, Mr Harold.

Stronger than most men's toes.

HAROLD:
I have no interest
in becoming a machine.

DONNIE:
Hey Mr Harold, if
there was anything I could

have done different--.

MAN:
And the sorrowful state
[indistinct] illustrated in

the advertisements on the
back of your soup cans.

But why lust for what we fail
to earn when the hands of our

distance enemies threaten
what little we do possess?

[breaks screech]

MAN:
Why yearn for more when
our current residence are but

a bumbling button push
from complete eradication.

I ask you this day to remember
a time, a childhood time,

when most of us enjoyed a
happy home not-- [indistinct]

[radio fades]

MILT:
Hello?

[squelching]

MILT:
Perfect timing.

I just prepared
some mixed meats.

RHODA:
I've no appetite.

MILT:
Did you...
dine...with him?

RHODA:
Why do you pursue
needless exposition?

MILT:
My imagination
torments me.

RHODA:
Some of us don't have the luxury
of simply imagining.

I'll confirm the location
of his currency tomorrow.

The layout is simpler
than I thought.

MILT:
Rhoda, I can't imagine
the turmoil your mind and body

are enduring right now.

RHODA:
I can perform as
long as is necessary.

[clink]

[chickens clucking]

DONNIE:
Alright, I gotta split.

BRENTON:
Hey, you know, maybe
I could come along with you.

I gotta get some
wood supplies from--.

DONNIE:
No, I'm fine.

BRENTON: Oh, what
direction you headed?

Maybe I could just come--.

DONNIE: You don't need
to concern yourself.

Just pay attention
to those eggs, Brenton.

BRENTON: If you can't tell
your friend and colleague what

you've been up to,
you ever consider

maybe you shouldn't be doing it?

[chickens cluck]

[chirping]

MILT:
I got something
to show you.

[chirping]

MILT:
All females, except one.

You get yourself a
few males together,

you have yourself a war.

Now those [indistinct]
bastards down near the Equator

used to roast these poor
creatures alive

to extract the venom.

But all you really gotta
do is prick your tip

right behind--...

DONNIE:
Who's that?

[chirping]

MILT:
Woman leading
us to Bascum.

[chirping]

♪ [operatic music]

BASCUM:
You look ravishing.

RHODA:
Thank you, John.

♪ [operatic music]

[rattling]

[engine starts]

♪ [operatic music]

BASCUM:
Warren, it's
not polite to stare.

Face forward, please.

♪ [operatic music intensifies]

[silence]

[door opens]

[rustling]

MILT:
Hand me that beaker.

Go on, take a swig.

We're gonna be here a while.

[♪♪♪]

BASCUM:
[groaning]

Can you help me, dear?

[♪♪♪]

BASCUM:
[groans]

Such a joy to have
your company again.

RHODA:
Likewise.

BASCUM:
I never imagined
we'd become [indistinct]

RHODA:
Does it bother you?

BASCUM:
Heavens no.

[fabric tears]

RHODA:
Oh my.

BASCUM:
Is everything alright?

RHODA:
I seem to have torn my
dress on your brace buckle.

BASCUM:
Oh.

You must be compensated.

[groans]

[braces rattle]

BASCUM:
Ah.

Take that to the Tender
Exchange after you depart.

I insist.

RHODA:
That's very
generous of you.

BASCUM:
It's my pleasure.

MILT:
We have pretty strong
confirmation what to expect

down this corridor.

Might see some resistance
here, possibly here.

But then it's a straight
shot to the room.

You take this, I'll split
off down the other passage.

If all goes well, we'll
arrive seconds apart.

The lumpy tyrant will be
positioned on the bed,

and here is where we suspect
he keeps his currency,

and damn it Donnie, every
ounce of legal tender in there

is going to be yours.

For Bab.

DONNIE:
What's in it for you?

MILT:
[laughing]

Hell.

All of it.

Knocking down his door.

Firing the dart straight
into his potato belly.

Watching his crooked body
seize up like a manikin,

alive only in his mind, so
all he can do is look at me

knowing exactly why
he's laying there,

choking on his own saliva.

[♪♪♪]

MILT:
There's gonna be
plenty in it for me.

BASCUM:
[groans]

Do you remember this?

RHODA:
It was Opal's.

BASCUM:
Yes.

I want you to have it.

RHODA:
You know
I can't play it.

BASCUM:
You don't
need to play it.

But I'd like to
see you hold it.

I know I wasn't always
wholesome with you

before your maturation.

But I want you to know,
my affection for you

has always been sincere.

I treasured this opportunity
we've been granted.

[knocking]

BASCUM:
Why on earth!?

[rattling]

MAN:
Warren escaped.

[♪♪♪]

[footsteps approaching]

DONNIE:
Hey, hey hey,
someone's coming.

MILT:
Grab the darts.

DONNIE:
He's coming right at us.

MILT:
There's no
way he can see us.

[distant shouting]

[footsteps quicken]

MILT:
You keep these with you.

Be mindful of the tip.

[♪♪♪]

♪ [tense music]

BASCUM:
[moaning]

♪ [tense music]

[silence]

MILT:
Leather-faced
fella's back.

Two full cycles
through the rotation?

DONNIE:
Yep.

MILT:
They're regimented,
that's for sure.

Bodes well for us.

This preparation is vital.

Paramount.

But it's not everything.

You always got to be on
guard for the unknown.

When I was younger
than your sister,

I spent a sultry summer
on a wetland gulf.

Every day I'd head out onto
the banks to track toads.

That time of year, they'd
trounce themselves in the mud

to beat the heat.

Well one day, I'm making my
way to the centre of the gully

when I see an oversized Creole
man dipping his own honey.

Everything in me knew
that if I was detected,

he'd mince me alive.

The men of that culture
were territorial with their

breeding grounds.

So I had two choices.

I could either
sink into the mud,

unsure if I'd
ever make it out,

or I could risk letting that
inflamed porpoise of a man

have his way with me.

Needless to say-- Argh!

[rustling]

MAN:
[whimpering]

DONNIE:
Get the fuck out of here.

MAN:
[growls]

DONNIE:
[gasping]

You okay?

You answer me.

DONNIE:
He ain't normal.

MILT:
He's one of them.

And they're what stand
in between us and Bascum.

So I suggested you bury
whatever the hell that was

deep inside or else you're
going to fuck this up

for all of us.

Including your mother.

Now let's get the
hell out of here.

♪ [somber music]

[footsteps]

MAN:
Pst.

Why not be a man who
dreams for himself?

[laughing]

It's you.

Come closer.

[♪♪♪]

MAN:
Let's get
you calmed down.

[distant shouting]

[whistling]

♪ [tense music]

MAN:
Come out,
come out, come out.

[♪♪♪]

MAN:
Argh!

♪ [tense music]

MAN:
Come on, Rico.

Come on, now.

[♪♪♪]

[footsteps]

DONNIE:
[grunts]

[gasping]

HAROLD:
Damn it, Donnie.

DONNIE:
What should I do?

HAROLD:
Get him to the bunker.

Go, go.

DONNIE:
[grunts]

[loud thud]

[gasping]

[door squeaks]

[electricity buzzing]

HAROLD:
Lord, I wish
you hadn't done that.

If your mother had any
idea what was going on...

I don't want you wasting
another night here.

[footsteps]

[door squeaks]

DONNIE:
Bean.

Bean, you here?

[alarm sounds]

[smash]

[door slams]

RHODA:
Shouldn't we mind the drill?

BASCUM:
No need.

It's merely a reminder
of what's possible.

If they have nothing to
fear, they'll only wallow in

pleasure and perversion.

Ah.

RHODA:
What is it?

BASCUM:
Warren.

He's never taken
kindly to the drills.

I wish he were safely
in his quarters.

Hmm.

RHODA: Oh, surely
he'll return home soon.

Perhaps for his evening stew.

BASCUM:
He has
no sense of time.

RHODA:
I'm sure in his own way
he has a sense of longing

for his father.

BASCUM:
Would you do
something special for me?

To ease my pain?

RHODA:
What would you like?

BASCUM:
Would you disrobe
to the cadence of the siren?

[distant siren]

BASCUM:
Yes.

[distant siren]

[siren blaring]

[siren stops]

BRENTON:
2-3.

Donnie, jeez.

I hope you didn't
dodge the drill.

DONNIE:
Was someone going
to tell me you're here?

BEAN:
I've been
staying here for days,

you just now noticed?

DONNIE: I brought
you a platter.

BEAN: Wouldn't you believe it?
They keep food in this house.

You should see
if Bab wants it.

DONNIE:
Hey, where
are you going?

BRENTON:
Hey, I'm sorry Don.

But uh, mother and
I have discussed it,

and we think it'd be best if
Bean stayed with us

for the time being.

DONNIE:
That what you want?

BEAN:
Sure as hell don't want
to be involved with whatever

you're doing.

DONNIE:
You'd better not
be filling her head with--.

BRENTON:
Woah woah woah, look.

I know I shouldn't have
been snooping, okay?

But first I see you
assaulting a dummy,

and then I see you doing who
knows what with some stranger

and Mr Bascum?

I'm not judging you, Donnie,
but I don't see how any

of this could be right for Bean.

DONNIE:
You got know
fucking idea, Brenton.

[thud]

DONNIE:
Brenton?

Brenton.

BEAN:
What'd you do to him?

DONNIE:
Nothing.

BEAN:
Come on, Brenton,
snap out of it.

WOMAN:
[wailing]

No, oh no.

Oh, baby.

BEAN:
You can leave now.

DONNIE:
Let me help
you get him inside.

BEAN:
We don't need you here.

Just stay the hell away.

[footsteps]

BRENTON:
Argh, okay.

♪ [operatic music]

BASCUM:
She was a wider woman,
but very limber in her

movements, as the
small man [indistinct],

a voice would crescendo
with haunting precision.

I only wish I could have
shared the majesty of that

moment with you.

MAN:
[distant] Mr Bascum!

Mr Bascum!

♪ [operatic music]

BASCUM:
Tell me you found him.

MAN:
I'm sorry to
say we haven't,

but now we've got
more pressing matters.

Carol Lanko's gone missing.

Found this on the strip.

I'm putting you
on a state of high alert.

BASCUM:
I assume
it's necessary?

MAN:
Until we know more,
I'd advise it.

BASCUM:
Alright.

As long as Warren
is still priority.

RHODA:
Would you
take me with you?

MAN:
I don't think that
would be prudent right now.

RHODA:
Please.

I've been trapped in this
dress for an unbecoming

amount of time.

BASCUM:
One would
never know it.

You look as fresh as--.

RHODA:
To be forthright, I have
a special performance planned.

To do it without proper
rehearsal would

be irreverent to the piece.

BASCUM:
Alright.

Drop her off, first.

I'll send a vehicle back
for you at nightfall.

[electricity whirring]

DONNIE:
I've been trying
to shoo the thoughts away,

but they just keep coming.

I want you out of here.

But I don't know what the
fuck I'm doing anymore.

Just wake up an
tell me what to do.

Look...

tell me what to do.

Wake up.

Wake up!

Wake!
Up!

Mom, wake up!

[distant screaming]

WOMAN:
Stop it, stop it,
stop it, stop it.

[footsteps]

MILT:
Argh!

RHODA:
What have you done?

MILT:
What?

RHODA:
You killed
one of his men.

MILT:
What, no.

RHODA:
How did you
injure yourself?

MILT:
I was attacked,
that animal-child of his.

RHODA:
Well, one of
his men is missing.

Their level of alarm
is heightening.

We must move immediately.

MILT:
Shouldn't we
let things simmer?

Stake it back out
in a week or so.

RHODA:
He's still comfortable.

Unsuspecting.

If something else goes wrong,

opportunity may be gone forever.

MILT:
Doing anything
now would be foolish.

Now we need
to send you back in

and wait for things
to stabilize.

Hell, we haven't even
found his currency.

RHODA:
It's in his wardrobe.

Just as I suspected.

The key is tethered
to his back brace.

There's plenty for
the boy's mother.

MILT:
All the more reason
to not act in haste and

jeopardize losing it.

Just give it a day or so.

RHODA:
Stop it and listen!

[indistinct]

MILT:
What the hell's
wrong with you?

I lose a plum-sized chunk of
my shoulder and you expect us

to go prancing in to a
death-den full of men

on high alert!

RHODA:
I'm sorry.

I'm at my end.

MILT:
Alright.

Then we finish it.

Tonight.

♪ [somber music]

[door slams]

[footsteps]

MAN:
What depravity must a man
have inside him

to do that to a female?

They were just trying to
put food on their table.

I know your family has felt
the sting of Bascum's evil

more than any.

But I want you to know
that I have felt it too.

The woman I love was one
of his first victims.

He may not have
cut off a limb,

or turned her into
an experiment.

But he made his mark.

She was 12 years old.

They were cousins.

So when we heard he had
become a man of power,

a symbol of justice, we had
no other choice but to act.

In the pursuit of bloodshed,
it's always in a man's nature

to question the
integrity of his actions.

But when that thought
starts to roast inside you,

you come back to this place.

To these women.

And you pluck that doubt
right out of your mind.

[pats]

[♪♪♪]

[men groaning and gurgling]

[♪♪♪]

RHODA:
♪ [humming]

BASCUM:
Shall I remove the brace?

RHODA:
Shh.

BASCUM:
Oh.

RHODA:
♪ [humming]

♪ [singing in other language]

[♪♪♪]

[squelching]

[♪♪♪]

[footsteps]

[♪♪♪]

[thud]

[♪♪♪]

[gurgling]

[♪♪♪]

[coins jangling]

[♪♪♪]

[squelch]

[♪♪♪]

BASCUM:
[moaning]

RHODA:
[singing]

[♪♪♪]

[dart clatters]

MAN:
Argh!

RHODA:
Ah!

[♪♪♪]

[door rattles]

BASCUM:
[indistinct]

What can we do for you?

MILT:
Let her go.

BASCUM:
Rhoda?

Do you know this man?

RHODA:
Ah!

[squelching]

[rustling]

BASCUM:
[groans]

Well, what happens now?

[coughs]

♪ [morose music]

DONNIE:
Come on, come on.

[♪♪♪]

[clattering]

[♪♪♪]

[rustling]

[♪♪♪]

DONNIE:
Where the
fuck's the money?

MAN:
Bascum was a
man of principle,

he wasn't concerned
with money.

Here, sell this.

Take it.

Have it all.

[distant footsteps]

RHODA:
You really think
money would help your mother?

[thud]

WOMAN [echoing]:
Tell me it's not true what
they're saying about you.

WOMAN [echoing]:
It wasn't that long ago,
almost everyone would have

told you Bascum is
nothing but wicked.

And now all of a
sudden he's back?

MAN:
You have no idea
what harm you've caused.

DONNIE:
I don't care what's
floating around out there.

As long as she's okay.

MAN:
I've got something with a
little more kick that can

help you forget all of this.

[♪♪♪]

HAROLD:
Don't bother.

Nobody touches the
soaps these days.

BRENTON:
Oh, but it was
such a staple of the care--.

[door squeaks]

BRENTON:
What can
we do for you?

I'm afraid if you want a
room you need to purchase a...

pillow.

MAN:
I knew it!

You lying whore!

[woman screaming]

BRENTON:
You think
I should, um...

Intervene?

HAROLD:
What are you gonna do?

MAN:
I didn't know!

WOMAN: Ow!
MAN: Come on.

WOMAN:
Wait, wait, I
need my coin purse.

MAN:
Forget about
your coin purse!

BRENTON:
I, uh, I'm
sorry, Mr Harold.

I wish I could administer that
firm hand of justice, but...

HAROLD:
It's not your gift.

BRENTON:
Right.

♪ [morose music]

[woman crying]

[♪♪♪]

MAN:
Take a detour,
find your fix.

Your desire is our command.

WOMAN:
There's no
need to be bashful,

have you heard of
Welded Apprentice?

Only 50 cents per 15 minutes.

BRENTON:
Uh, no
thank you, ma'am.

[♪♪♪]

[footsteps]

DONNIE:
[gasping]

[squealing]

[thud]

[footsteps]

[gasping]

MAN:
Hey, hey.

Hey!

You keep 'em cleaner next
time I'll get you more.

[rustling]

[♪♪♪]

MAN:
When the
sea was poisoned,

I remember feeling such a
burden as if I was somehow

responsible.

Could I have...

done more?

Could I have stopped it?

There are so few things in
this universe that are truly

edifying, things we need
to cultivate, to foster.

And I really believe your
mind is one of them, Bean.

I've got some unique
opportunities I want you

to consider.

Time when we can
hone in and...

you know, figure out what
makes that crafty noggin tick.

So how about we make
a weekly commitment--.

BRENTON:
Okay, Bean.

It's time to go.

MAN:
See you Monday, Bean.

BRENTON:
Your knapsack
feels pretty light.

You get your books?

BEAN:
I left 'em in my desk.

BRENTON:
They won't do
you much good there.

BEAN:
There's no
class tomorrow.

BRENTON:
What?

BEAN:
Girls don't go
on Fridays anymore.

BRENTON:
Jeepers.

[electricity buzzing]

BRENTON:
I was reading
through the Atlas,

saw there's a whole section
of terrain north of the basin.

I was thinking maybe we could
double up on Sunday chores
and--.

Would you give it up already?

If Donnie wanted to
be here, he'd be here.

[coughing]

[fly buzzing]

[bird cawing]

[slow footsteps]

[rustling]

[screaming]

WOMAN:
♪ Can't buy a billabong,
under the shade ♪

♪ of a coolibah tree,

♪ and he watched and he
sang and he waited 'til he--. ♪

MAN:
Hey, stop, alright?

Stop it right now.

WOMAN:
♪ Billabong you'll come
a-waltzing Matilda with me. ♪

NURSE:
Let's go!

WOMAN:
♪ --waltzing Matilda--
♪ argh!

Help me.
It hurts.

NURSE:
I've heard that
from you before.

[footsteps approach]

WOMAN:
Nothing new
to report, Brenton.

A few days ago I thought
I thought I saw a twitch

in her knuckle, but my guess
is it was involuntary.

BRENTON:
Well, it can't
be a bad thing, right?

WOMAN:
I couldn't
say either way.

We haven't had too much
one-on-one time lately.

BRENTON:
Are we sure this
apparatus is still doing

as good as it's supposed to?

WOMAN:
Brenton, our medical personal is
lean as a duck breast.

Now's not the time for
anyone to get experimental.

[footsteps retreating]

BRENTON:
Hey, come on.

I know you're in
there, alright?

[knocking]

BRENTON:
Wake up.

I could really
use you right now.

[steady breathing]

DONNIE:
[heavy breathing]

[rodent squealing]

[♪♪♪]

[bird cawing]

[♪♪♪]

[birds cawing]

[rustling]

DONNIE:
Argh!

[coughs]

♪ [solemn music]

[labored breathing]

[footsteps]

DONNIE:
Leave!

Leave!

MAN:
What?

DONNIE:
Leave!

MAN:
I'm here for some skins.

DONNIE:
Leave!

Leave!

Leave!

[heavy breathing]

[rodent squealing]

[fire crackling]

[door squeaking]

[♪♪♪]

[squeaking]

♪ [emotional music]

[static buzzing]

[static wavers]

MAN:
-- please advance--
immediately --

please report --.

[static wavers]

[dishes clatter]

MAN:
Here for more piggy tips.

SHERI:
I've been more than fair
lending out pork to y'all.

[clattering]

MAN:
I want more piggy tips!

SHERI:
Well I can't
give away all my meat.

And besides, it's chained up.

Ugh.

MAN:
Get as much
as you can carry!

You know I cherish
your piggy tips.

They're tender and tasty.

They got just the right
amount of moisture.

Argh!

♪ [classical music]

DONNIE:
Get the
fuck out of here.

[clattering]

DONNIE:
Take him with you!

♪ [classical music]

SHERI:
Damn it, Donnie, do
you have any realization

[indistinct]

We didn't know if
you were living.

[indistinct]

We prayed and we prayed.

What'd your momma say?

Oh, look at you.

You're nothing but a
sack of flesh and bones.

We need to get
some meat in you.

Let's get some meat in you.

DONNIE:
You mind sacking up
a couple platters?

SHERI:
One for you and...

DONNIE:
And one for the folks
at the centre.

I should get there
before closing time.

SHERI:
Say no more.

[♪♪♪]

[shouting outside]

[♪♪♪]

MAN:
I'll be gentle.

[♪♪♪]

SHERI:
It's awful what
happened to this place.

DONNIE:
Maybe it's
time to make it better.

SHERI:
Go on.

I'll close up and bring
a whole sack of meat

for everybody.

DONNIE:
Don't close up for me.

SHERI:
That's enough of that.

It's time to celebrate.

[explosion]

SHERI:
No.

DONNIE:
What the hell
are you doing, let's go.

SHERI:
If it's coming I
ought to be here to face it.

Shoo!

Shoo, you, go on.

Shoo.

[footsteps]

[siren sounding]

SHERI:
I'm staying
with my meats.

[♪♪♪]

[explosion]

[siren sounding]

[explosion]

[electricity humming]

DONNIE:
I'm sorry.

BEAN:
Are you gonna
go check on her?

[footsteps]

♪ [apocalyptic music]

[♪♪♪]

DONNIE:
[grunting]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]