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♪ ♪

Officer: And step, and step.

And step, and step.

And step, and step,

and step, and step.

And step, and step, and step.

How'd you guys think this thing up?

Bob Cox: Idolatry is a strong word.

But let's just say, from my vantage point,

Mr. Rogers had the perfect American family.

- [laughing] - No, no, no, no!

Don't you dare!

Bob: A man of faith, family, and purpose.

[switch clicks]

Baby?

Officer: And step.

And step.

Bob: You see, before it became the Rogers' residence,

there was a young couple who moved in briefly.

Oh, Billy!

Oh, it's just splendid.

Billy: This is your new neighborhood.

Oh, it's just swell!

Bob: The couple showed promise, all-American Protestants--

A fine home for a fine American family.

Bob:--who turned out to be members of the Klan.

And when they left for greener pastures down south--

[film reel ticking]

Bob:--well, that's when Gordon Rogers moved in.

- ♪ ♪ - [woman screaming]

Bob: Now, you can imagine my skepticism

when I first saw the color of his skin, but you see,

Gordon spends the winter season on the white sand beaches

of the Florida panhandle.

- [woman groans] - Bob: He's no Mexican.

[woman screaming]

Bob: By golly, he's just tan.

Gordon Rogers: Thank you, Father, for protecting us today.

We remain your humble servants as we lead the native

down the path of assimilation, for he who serves the Lord

will receive peace and prosperity.

And in your name, we pray.

Bob: Finally, a family man I was proud to call my neighbor

and my friend.

Gordon: Come on, grab--

Bob: It's as if every day of his life,

he was living for something greater--

[woman groans]

♪ ♪

Bob:--a purpose that made him invincible.

♪ ♪

[door clunks]

[woman groans]

Bob: Doesn't every man wanna be invincible?

Gordon: I hear that--I hear that you're the reasonable one.

I prepared this little presentation

to give you one last shot to redeem yourself.

Now, this is your daughter, is it not?

[whispers] Yes, it is.

Gordon: I--I'm sorry?

Gilberto Sutton: Yes, it is.

Alrighty, then.

And--and am I wrong to say that this--this is your farm?

- Is this the farm? - Yes.

Look.

Look, in order to get your daughter back,

you're gonna have to give me the deed.

This farmland is sovereign, it's native land.

It's more than just a deed.

Is it, though?

See, I've been authorized to move beyond

these old-fashioned legalities.

I'm the government.

I'm--I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I--I should have prefaced this all by telling you

that you're going to be compensated.

We set you up with a brand-new home.

Do you know anything about Ohio?

What's in Ohio?

Your--your new home with a white picket fence and lawn.

I know nothing about Ohio and white picket fences.

- [punch thuds] - [Gilberto groans, pants]

Now, you get your kid back when you sign the deed over to me.

I don't own the land, my wife does.

The Mohegan people do.

So, why the fuck am I talking to you?

- [punch thuds] - [Gilberto groans]

[Gilberto coughs]

Now, your daughter, your--your little girl

is about 24 hours away from meeting her nice,

new American family

that she's gonna spend the rest of her days with.

And do you know why?

Because I can erase you completely.

♪ ♪

Bob: Gordon Rogers was my gift from God,

the man who would ultimately give us

what we'd always desired our whole lives.

Hiya, Bob.

Bob: We, too, would become the perfect American family.

- Oh, hi--hiya, Bob. - Hiya, Gordo.

♪ [theme] ♪

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Officer Kensey: To what do I owe the pleasure

of the bureau yet again?

Just a check-in, really.

I was out at Mr. Boon's farm today,

so I figured I'd stop in.

What was your name, pretty lady?

Mabel.

Just Mabel?

Mabel's just fine.

What, you're--you're some sort of messenger gal?

Do the rounds, checkin' in, and such?

Oh, something like that.

[birds chirping]

I told him I did not want them people in my jail to begin with.

I told him that was not somethin' that I wanted,

but he just pushed, and pushed, and pushed.

And now, he sends you.

Lord knows why.

I--I've washed my hands of this.

I'm a state officer, a family man,

and--and I don't need trouble in this town.

See, Mr. Kensey, me and you, we are on the same page.

I, too, believe that this whole thing deserves a resolution.

Exactly.

So, how do we do that?

How do we do that?

Well, your people need to find the Suttons

and handle it once and for all.

This--this isn't my mess.

You called me, remember?

Where?

Where would we find them, the Suttons?

Who'd you say you work for again?

Excuse me?

Who do you report to?

There is no need for this aggression.

I--I report to Gordon Rogers.

Obviously.

Well, you tell him I'm done.

You hear me?

Done.

♪ ♪

Excuse me.

♪ ♪

Bob: Abigail Rogers, an orphan from Nevada,

she was from the town where they tested the bomb.

[explosion]

Bob: Her mother was a showgirl, and her father was a Jew.

Gordon never had the heart to reveal the details.

The nuns found her passed out

and practically naked in the back of a freight car.

They took her in, even though she was a Hebrew.

Now, as fate would have it, she would become a Rogers--

♪ [humming] ♪

Bob:--and the very model of a modern teenage daughter.

♪ [humming] ♪

Bob: But, as we all well know,

even the most well-behaved, young women

are still prone to mischief and snooping.

Snooping that might very well lead

to other more nefarious acts, like swearing,

or the use of that dirty Indian hay.

[tape whirring]

♪ [humming] ♪

♪ Little bitty pretty one, come on and--♪

Bob: Nonetheless, I commended Gordon for trusting Abigail

with such conviction.

He clearly had his house in order,

and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy.

♪ Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

♪ Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

♪ Tell you a story

♪ Happened long time ago

♪ Little bitty pretty one

♪ I've been watchin' you grow

♪ Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah ♪

[telephone rings]

[telephone rings]

Rogers' residence.

[telephone continues ringing]

- [telephone rings] - ♪ ♪

[telephone rings]

[telephone rings]

♪ ♪

[telephone rings]

♪ ♪

[telephone rings]

[telephone stops ringing]

♪ ♪

[telephone rings]

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Woman [on phone]: I have an Agent Mathers for you,

Mr. Rogers.

One moment, please.

Agent Mathers [on phone: Hiya, Gordo.

Just so I'm clear with my boys,

are you issuing a kill order on the Suttons

or are we taking them into custody?

This is Indian country.

I need to be real clear with my boys.

Gordo?

♪ ♪

- [car engine rumbles] - [brakes squeak]

Abigail: Shit, shit, shit!

Bob: It was my wife who saw his car

sitting in the drive that day.

[birds chirp]

Bob: She told me it was time to finally become a man,

or she'd do it for me.

And she was right.

- Oh, hi--hiya, Bob. - Hiya, Gordo.

- You okay? - Bob, I'm fine.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

All right.

What, Bob?

Well, it's just you've been--you've been sitting

out here for a while,

and I just thought I would do the neighborly thing

and come over here and check in on ya.

Well, I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm--I'm okay, as you can see.

- Thank you very much. - Okay.

I lied.

I knew Gordon Rogers didn't need checking in on, but I froze.

Um, anything else?

Well, uh, if you don't mind my saying so, Gordo,

you--you have a mighty fine family and, uh...

And what, Bob?

Bob, what--Bob, Bob, Bob, what's--what's on your mind?

And a mighty fine daughter, too.

Excuse me?

Well, I--I just mean that

I sure would like to share a cigar with you some evening

and pick your brain about that,

because, Francine, I mean, is desperate for a daughter.

And, we would--we would love your opinion

on how to go about something like that.

- [birds chirping] - [dog barking]

Oh, Bob, it's...

It's--t's really funny that you should ask me that,

because I happen to know of a girl

and, you know, a most unwanted child.

You know, her parents left her for dead.

If you and Francine were to--were to take her in,

you'd be heroes.

Yeah, I mean, she's a fine, fine young lady,

much like my--my daughter, Abbie.

Well, I say Amen to that.

Let us be her saviors.

♪ Shoo-be-do-be, do-be-do-wa-wa

♪ Shoo-be-do-be, do-be-do-wa-wa ♪

♪ ♪

Thank you.

Waitress: You some sort of an alien fanatic or somethin'?

What makes you say that?

Well, I saw the word "Sutton Farm"

scribbled in your pad.

Apologies for snoopin', but a lot of you folks

are comin' around here lookin' for the abduction site.

It's good for business, I suppose.

They got a tour for a nickel.

A bit pricey to see a cornfield, if you asked me,

but them's the times.

Them's the times.

What can I get ya?

Um, just a turkey club, please.

♪ ♪

Actually, I work for the FBI,

just for your knowledge.

I'm not some--just some random alien tourist.

A female federal agent.

Well, I'll be.

Just doing my job.

Well, now, you're just bein' humble, gee whizz.

- [lock clicks] - [door creaks]

Hello?

Hello, Abbie?

[footsteps treading]

Abbie?

Hello, Abbie?

- Hello, Abbie? - [knocks]

Abigail: Oh, hiya.

I didn't know you were home.

Yeah, I just came back, uh, to grab some files.

Oh, okay.

♪ ♪

Hey, uh...

Abigail, do you remember the day I rescued you

from that horrible orphanage?

I do.

Gordon: And you do know it was me, right?

It--it was me who really wanted to see you with a nice family.

I mean, Mabel wanted a baby, but--

Abigail: I know.

I mean, she always has.

But, things often don't work out the way they're intended.

But I gotta tell you, from the moment I laid eyes on you,

I felt a connection.

I felt as--as if we were one and the same,

because I was the only one who could really understand

how alone in the world you were.

And I felt a responsibility, a duty.

Of course, I understand that now.

Good, good.

Good, Abigail.

Good girl.

So, now I'd like you to tell me where your mother is.

I don't know.

You don't know, or, or you don't want me to know?

Abigail: No, I don't know, truly.

♪ ♪

[laughs]

You know that night,

the night, uh, I brought you home,

do you know--do you know why I told you

to go wait in the spare room?

Well, because...

Well, because she doesn't love you.

She was begging me to return you to the orphanage.

And I said, "No, no," because I don't answer to her.

I answer to God.

And God was asking of me what I am now asking of you.

Loyalty.

I--I promise you I don't know anything.

She never tells me anything.

She never--she never lets me go

to her hair appointments with her

or run errands for Ms. Anderson.

She hates me.

I would never lie to you.

- Alright, alright. - Abigail: Ever, I--I wouldn't.

Right, I believe you, thank you.

Thank you for your truth on this.

I'll be in my office.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[lock clicks]

[telephone clicking]

♪ ♪

Gordon!

Daddy?

I just realized something!

Yeah?

What?

Nothing, I...

I just wanted to say thank you.

Um...

For...

I wanted to say thank you for rescuing me.

Oh, you're very welcome.

[footsteps receding]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Abigail screaming]

Abigail: Somebody help me!

♪ ♪

[Abigail screaming]

Help!

Somebody help!

Help me--ow!

Ow, you're hurting me!

You're hurting me!

[screaming]

[gasping, screaming]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Trust me, it's the best for both of us.

♪ ♪

And I do believe that your mother,

or whatever you choose to call her

is ignorant to the fact that I'm on to both of you.

And I'd like to keep it that way for just a little bit longer,

so I can finish my job.

And everything I do is for us.

Everything I do is for you.

♪ ♪

A fighter pilot; really?

Oh, they--they didn't really let us fight in the war,

but, we--we tested the planes.

We would ferry them back and forth across the country.

I mean, it was--it was still really dangerous, actually.

Mm, I racked up more hours than most commercial pilots

at TWA even.

A female fighter pilot turned FBI detective.

I hope you don't mind me askin'.

Are you also a family woman?

- Well, yes, I am. - [waitress sighs]

Well, I'll be.

A modern-day woman who does it all.

- Miss, you are an inspiration. - Oh, shoot.

I won't be an inspiration to my husband

if I don't get home in time to make his dinner.

A woman still has her duties.

Oh, your money's no good here, ma'am.

No, please, thank you.

It's been lovely.

Waitress: Hm.

- [crickets chirping] - [motor rumbles]

[crickets chirp]

Bob: Mabel Rogers arrived home at 5:47 PM that evening,

and I could testify to that with certainty.

You see, I was already glued to the front window,

waiting, just waiting.

- [Gordon whistling] - No, this can't be happening.

Ha-ha.

Mabel: I go out to run some errands

and Gordon Rogers is in the kitchen,

cooking up a storm?

You like me in the kitchen, eh?

- Not a bad look. - [Gordon laughing]

- Where's Abbie? - Ah, she wasn't feeling well.

So I told her to skip dinner and rest a little.

- Oh, no. - Mm-hm.

Should I go up and check on her?

Mm-mm.

Isn't it the motherly thing to do?

Gordon: I already checked up on her already,

and she's got a lot of teenage angst,

and--and anyway, you know how that goes.

Yeah, I have to put the stuff away.

Gordon: Oh, do you?

- Motherly feeling, huh? - Whoa, Gordon!

[Mabel panting]

Ah!

[Mabel panting]

Bob: But you see, I knew the exact time

Mabel Rogers arrived home that evening

'cause our new daughter arrived not but moments later--

Welcome home.

Oh, my God, you're gorgeous!

Social worker: This is your new home.

- ♪ ♪ - [Mabel pants]

Oh, shit!

[panting]

- [chuckles] - ♪ ♪

- Ah! - [fridge clunking]

[moaning]

Bob: Thank you.

Thank you, great, great.

--and I would be her savior.

[breathing heavily]

Bob: We would be her savior.

[breathing raggedly]

Bob: All thanks to Gordon Rogers.

[moaning]

[breathing raggedly]

G-G-Gordon!

[breathing raggedly]

[whimpering]

♪ ♪

[panting]

[panting]

♪ ♪

This ham looks lovely.

Not bad at all.

♪ ♪

It's delicious.

[Mabel laughs]

Did you have a good day?

Yeah, I did.

And you?

I did.

- Mm. - You seem happy.

I am.

And I feel happy.

I--I wonder why.

I don't know, maybe I'm simply happy.

Yeah, yeah, maybe that's it.

This is just delicious, Gordon.

I don't know how you did this.

[laughing]

You seem so surprised as if I couldn't even cook a meal.

Mabel: No.

It's really actually not that hard.

All you have to do is just--just apply yourself.

♪ ♪

You're a Jack of all trades.

No, just do what I have to do to provide for my family,

even when my wife won't.

You're a wonderful provider.

Gordon: Mabel, did you hear what I just said?

I said, "Even when my wife won't."

[Mabel chuckles]

Do you know why I said that?

I said it because you've been so goddamn careless

with our lives these past few days.

And now...

Now, you must repent.

Bob: I couldn't help but think that maybe one day,

some other man might look at my family

the way I look at Gordon's, with a tinge of idolatry

and a breath of optimism, wondering,

"What goes on behind those closed doors?"

What perfect family is this?

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