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[delicate chime music]

[wheezing]

Do you make him leap like the locust?

[Stan] So, is Gano still trying to buy you out?

[Joba] Oh, sure, yeah, he's now working on simulated worlds.

It's like nobody can handle real life.

[Quincy] Speaking of which...

Oh, yeah, Stan, did Caleb happen to tell you

where he went for the past three months?

[Stan sighs] He tells me nothing.

Oh, secrets. Bad Caleb.

-[chuckles] -All he said is it was amazing.

Life changing.

-And? -And...

you two are both very, very good people.

Wow. Caleb said we're good.

I know.

He's clearly up to something.

And they're hilariously funny as well.

They are funny.

And good. Remember? Your words.

Quincy, did you grow up with these two?

No. I met Joba in college.

At Yale.

Wow!

Yale, Stan.

-[chuckling] -Yale.

-Yale. -Thank you.

Yale. Yale.

Where did you go, Stan?

Binghamton.

It's the Ivy of the SUNY system.

-[Quincy] Hmm. -There is no Ivy

of the SUNY system.

And that is what makes it the SUNY system.

-Caleb... -[Stan] He says it all the time.

I personally would like to hear a little bit more though

about me being good.

Yes, please. It'll help with his humility.

That's all he said. He disappeared on this retreat.

He came back, said nothing, and then mentioned,

"You know, those two are good."

[Quincy] Uh-uh, Stan. That is vague as hell.

Where the fuck was he for three months?

-Quincy. -What? I'm not mad.

That was a friendly "where the fuck."

I can sense the friendliness.

[Quincy scoffs and chuckles]

I mean, you did miss a few things.

[Caleb] I know. I know.

Mm-hmm. You missed James's wedding.

Missed implies it was something I wanted to go to.

[Quincy] Fair.

But you missed my fundraiser.

And you missed Joba's speech for the annual shareholders meeting.

What was that thing you said?

Oh, uh, just...

technology is the new God,

but we are its masters.

Oh, dramatic.

What god did you mean?

What do you mean? Just God.

The Christian one, I guess.

Right, but did you mean

the Old Testament vengeful motherfucker,

or the kinder, friendlier God we know today?

It was a metaphor.

I'd be careful with that.

Okay. [laughs]

[Quincy] It must have been quite the retreat.

Stan called it a retreat.

[Joba] And you, what do you call it?

I call it a pilgrimage.

[Quincy] Stan, you didn't go at all?

No, I just know he went,

came back, and said it was life-changing.

-[Quincy] Hmm. -Life-changing?

Well, I thought Ibiza changed your life.

I was waist-deep in cock in Ibiza.

-Okay. -So it was meaningful.

But that's all that Ibiza was.

Well, I mean, that personally would change my life.

But this was spiritual.

I was in a cabin, in a field.

[Joba] Okay, this is good.

Some human sacrifice vibe,

-blood rituals. -[Quincy] Baby, let him talk.

And I was alone.

Carla recommended it.

-[Joba] Carla Holmes? -Mm-hmm.

[Quincy] Who is Carla Holmes?

[Joba] Our parents came up together.

-Did she have a watch? -Ah, yes.

The company watches.

Makes it easier to spot the prick.

[laughing]

Where's yours, by the way?

I lost it.

You lost your watch?

Anyway, I was in this cabin in a field, and I was alone.

And I sat and I walked...

and I prayed.

[Joba] You're an atheist. -Uh-huh.

And time started to slow down.

It nearly stopped.

And it was-- it was very hard.

But at the end of it, I felt good.

Clean.

[Quincy] That's it?

-Essentially. -[Quincy laughs]

I'm sorry, Caleb, you...

you went to the woods for three months,

made everybody worry, fucked off a bunch of promises.

But you feel good.

Cool.

I mean, you could have at least called about the fundraiser.

What was this fundraiser?

Quincy runs a program for kids

from disadvantaged homes in the city,

giving them an opportunity to go to the woods every summer.

It's fake.

[scoffs] Excuse me?

The urban Outward Bound thing you do, it's fake.

Oh wait, you're joking. Stan, is he-- He's joking.

I don't know. You're joking, right?

You send these kids away for a month to the woods,

and then they spend the rest of the year

back at whatever hellhole they came from.

And they're sent by me and you

and Joba and not Stan.

You can't afford it, honey.

And that makes you feel good.

Which is nice for you,

but it doesn't actually do anything.

It's fake.

[scoffs] Wow, I...

I didn't realize how little respect you have for me.

-Honey, he's just-- -[Quincy] No, no, no. I'm sorry.

You give up Netflix for a month

and now you're the fucking Dalai Lama?

How dare you?

You asked me what I learned in the woods.

That's something I learned.

Is this the dessert?

You know, honey, you can have some dessert.

Hmm?

You still think I'm good?

I do.

Angry people can be good.

Get the fuck out.

-Get the fuck out, Caleb. -Hey. Hey. Just--

[Quincy] Caleb, get the fuck out.

[Caleb sighs]

Have a good night.

[sighs]

[footsteps departing]

I am sorry.

I-- I don't know what's wrong with him.

It's fine. Just a misunderstanding.

Of course it's fine.

It doesn't matter at all.

I'm sorry.

[Quincy] You're sorry?

You rubbed a cake in his face?

What is your deal with him?

He calls me fake right in front of you,

and you don't do anything?

I could barely keep up with what was happening.

"Barely keep up with..." What?

Did you make out with him in boarding school or something?

I didn't make out with him.

-We didn't make out. -Oh, that's it.

You-- you're gay,

you're bi and you never got over it. Got it.

I made out with a different guy when I was experimenting.

-Roger. Okay? -Oh, Roger.

I-- Once, in college, and I don't invite him places.

I don't even follow him

-on Instagram. -Uh-huh.

It's actually pretty mean of me.

This is back when you and Caleb were experimenting.

No, Caleb was not experimenting.

Caleb is gay.

It's not an experiment when the conclusion is,

"Yes, I am gay."

You just, like, left me out to dry.

I don't think you're really looking at what he was saying.

Oh, do not mansplain me right now.

[sighs] Oh, God. I hate that term.

I can't change the fact that I am a man

trying to explain something.

So you-- you agree

that I just spend my time doing fake shit?

That's not what he was saying.

Enlighten me.

He was saying that charity should maybe be harder

than a fundraiser, or a foundation.

And except for Stan, his life is hard enough.

He went to Binghamton.

-Please, he's in finance. -He's a bank teller.

Why did you apologize to Caleb?

It was just easier. Okay?

I-- I didn't want him to feel judged.

God, you picked the wrong team.

I've known him since I was a kid.

Okay? He has always been lost.

He joined the Merchant Marines when he was young.

He created a startup, for Christ's sake. [laughs]

He says his life changed in a cabin.

Just let him.

He wasn't trying to hurt you.

He just doesn't know what he's doing and that scares him.

You think that's it?

He'll do something to make up for it.

Do you respect me?

If it's connected to fearing you, then yeah.

Emphatically.

You love me?

I think it's also connected to the fear.

Oh, you didn't even tell them that we were trying.

Ah, it seemed like a bad time.

Two good people in the world.

Yeah. Two good people.

Ow!

-Did you just stab me? -Mm-mm.

You see, this is where the fear of you comes in.

[laughs] Oh. Fear God, baby, not me.

Hey...

wanna try?

Yeah. Let's try.

Okay.

[phone chimes]

What is that?

[Joba] So this is the place.

[tense percussive music playing]

[The Woodsman] Naked I came from my mother's womb.

And naked shall I return.

♪

[faint music from car radio]

[Joba] Uh, I don't know. I mean, it wasn't really for me.

Makes me feel like a bad progressive.

Yeah, but you like telling people that you read it.

-[Joba] I like telling people? -Yeah.

You think I use it?

I think it feels good to you to tell people that you read it.

"I read Ta-Nehisi Coates. I have a Black wife.

I vote Democrat and march at rallies.

I'm so good."

Oh, okay. Okay. So I'm bad?

-I'm very bad. I get it. -Okay. Don't get mad.

I'm just saying, like, it wasn't for me.

But I need to read it. I am going to impregnate you.

Okay. Wow. Now it just got weird.

I will then have a Black son or daughter.

And have a Black ex-wife in a minute.

And I just will want them to know

that I read Ta-Nehisi Coates and I'm trying to learn that I--

Do you want the baby to know this?

I was thinking more when they were in middle school.

But, yeah, I want to understand.

-I-- I just wanna be-- -Right.

Yeah. And good. I mean, I wanna be good.

Just like our friend Caleb said I was.

Your friend Caleb.

I can't believe you said "impregnate."

-So cold. -I meant it warmly.

Well, it was not.

It's like an alien in one of those old sci-fi movies.

Very clinical.

That's my charm, babe.

The look of a doctor with none of the effort.

[Quincy laughs]

Oh, I talked to Deborah, 'cause I wanted to know

what James was gonna do about the Gano offer.

Yeah. And?

And she said-- You are not ready.

She said she just found out that James is into cuckolding.

I'm not sure what to do with that information.

You're not into that, are you?

I'm not even fully sure I could define it.

Good.

[car doors click open]

[car doors slam shut]

[Joba] Well, this is gonna change our lives.

[both laugh]

[Quincy] I am gonna be non-judgmental.

I'm gonna be very unjudgmental about this shack.

[serene music playing]

[door clicks open]

Oh, my God. This is a nightmare.

It's Victorian grandma nightmare,

-and it smells like old. -[Joba chuckles]

Well, Caleb said pilgrimage, right?

Mm.

What is this?

Double-barred cross.

Oh, yeah.

I learned about these in Latin.

There's Anglican ones, where the lines are, like,

graded and closer together, but this is--

Like something an alien ploughed into a field in Scotland.

Oh, my God.

Maybe Caleb was abducted.

I'm fucking with you. [laughs]

[books thud]

Okay, I'm out.

That's the mothership,

and they wanna investigate our taxes

and probe us in a crop circle.

You think aliens wanna make us do chores?

Taxes.

Come on. No, leave it. Leave it. Leave it. Come on.

I wanna feed you before the probing.

You would love to watch that with your freaky ass.

-What about the mess? -Just leave it.

It's just, um, part of the decor.

[Quincy groans]

[mysterious music playing]

[Quincy] So, your dad's gonna sell to Gano?

Mm-hmm. I don't know. He should, though.

-You think so? -Well, yeah.

I mean, a monster like Gano comes along...

you can't fight that.

-Mm. -You know?

And everybody always gets fascinated by his ideas

and keeps feeding him money.

But keep in mind,

he's never actually made anything useful.

-Cars? -No. He acquired that company.

Now he just wants a world where, you know,

people can wake up and be in a ice castle

or a space station.

-You can work your nine to five. -We don't have nine to fives.

And you could wake up in a whole new reality.

But there's no consequence to that.

Like, your decisions don't matter.

If you hate it so much, why sell?

Because I live in the real world.

My family makes wrist watches.

Like, who even wears watches anymore?

Fancy people.

The elite.

-You. -Yeah. Well.

Okay, so you sell your shares to Gano.

Yes, and then...

I think we go full in on the foundation.

We get involved with world health, with hunger.

We create the change that we wanna see in the world.

I mean, I already pledged my inheritance.

See, I love when you talk like that.

Yeah. My dad won't love it, but...

Whatever.

You guys are an old world company.

For business to succeed nowadays, you'd--

you gotta be eaten up by a monster.

Your parents believe that?

They own tanzanite mines.

They really cornered the market on a mineral.

-They are the monster. -No.

And like our folks...

Gano just wants to get bigger.

Yeah, but our folks are good, hardworking people.

Oh, God, you think everyone's good, hardworking people.

I think most people try their best.

Really?

I think most people are on Twitter.

It's the same song.

It's not hard work, we're here because of...

colonization and unfair practices.

Not during hamburgers, please.

You don't want oppression ruining your beef?

Is it always that? Really?

I mean, look at your family's company.

They own the mines, and that is a Black-owned business.

I mean, can they even be oppressive?

Yeah.

Do you know anything about mines?

I mean, Caleb talked shit,

but why do you think I do so much activism?

Because you have a big heart.

Because I feel guilty.

[inhales sharply] It's a really good burger.

[chittering]

What's that sound?

I don't know.

[suspenseful music playing]

Mmm! It's really good.

It's good.

-[Quincy] Joba? -Yep.

[Quincy] Hey.

Hey, uh, I'm just putting this stuff back up.

-I have no idea how they fell. -I have to tell you something.

-What the fuck? -What?

It says our name on it.

-What do you mean? -It says "Quincy and Joba."

Okay. Did you just write that?

I did not.

Maybe Caleb left it behind,

but there's one with his name on it too.

And Carla's.

Wait, I have to tell you something.

Let me just pop this in.

-I'm pregnant. -What?

-[door slams shut] -Whoa.

Okay.

-Wait. Are you serious? -Mm-hmm.

[music playing over phonograph]

Are you doing this?

How would I be doing this?

[deep voice over phonograph] You will give

everything to him.

[sinister music playing]

What is this? [scoffs]

[voice] Everything.

-[phone chimes] -What the fuck was that?

We didn't get WiFi.

-[phone vibrating] -[Joba] What is it?

-It's the bank. -What?

-[phone chimes] -Wait--

It's all gone. What the fuck?

Wait, how can this even be?

-[phone vibrating] -Where's all our money?

It's not letting me access anything.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

The fucking phonograph just talked to us.

I'm not imagining that. Right?

-I-- I-- I-- -[Joba] Okay.

Let-- let-- I'll go-- Let's just go-- go and get--

Sort this out-- out there, at home.

-Come on, let's just go. -Okay.

[both panting]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Joba] Where's the fucking house?

[music fades]

[The Woodsman] The spirit of God has made me...

and the breath of the almighty gives me life.

[woman singing softly]

♪ Encircled by love ♪

♪ Closing in on my body ♪

♪ Encircled by love ♪

♪ Closing in on my body ♪

[Joba] Just focus.

♪ All the hoops that we jumped ♪

♪ Searching for living in a capsule of skin♪

♪ Light, I did tell ♪

What's left in the bag?

Besides the DEET?

-Well, we can't eat tick spray. -No.

It's, like, strong cheese and... [scoffs]

...maraschino cherries.

'Cause you wanted to make Manhattans, remember?

I told you we should have rationed.

Well, I'm not eating just for me.

No road...

no way even to get back to the cabin.

We shouldn't have left.

Yeah, well, we needed to look for help, for people.

Mm.

[gunshot echoing]

-What was that? -A gun.

A Winchester.

Well, you think or you know?

No, my dad hunted foxes with them.

Well, that is the whitest thing I've ever heard you say.

-My dad, I said-- -Wait, wait, wait, wait.

So somebody else is out here.

-Hello? -What are you doing? Stop.

-Hey. -No, no, no. They have a gun.

-So what? We wanna be found. -Yeah, but we need to be safe.

-Hello? -[Quincy] Shut up!

[whispering] Stop! Just stop!

[suspenseful music playing]

[The Woodsman sniffing]

Okay. He left footprints.

-So? -They go this way.

Wait, so you wanna follow him?

He's the only person we've seen.

We need to look for help. We'll stay far behind.

No, Joba, I'm thinking about our kid.

Yeah. So am I.

-[whispering] Come on. -[whispering] Fuck!

This is stupid.

[tense music playing]

Okay, so what is it then? What is all this?

Well, I mean, if it was just some escape room experience

that Caleb roped us into,

then there would be rules to go by, right?

Okay, then a simulation then, like, what Gano makes.

His company wants yours, so he somehow

devises this whole, like, illusion experience.

-Come on, Quinn-- -What? What?

The potential sale of your company,

-Caleb doing a 180. What? -Wait, look.

[Joba] Another cross.

[Quincy] You wanted a rule, right?

That weird ass cross was back at the cabin and now it's here.

It's a-- it's a compass.

Well, if it's a compass,

it's going in the same direction as the footprints.

You smell smoke?

-Get into the grass. -Okay.

Go with me, but stay out of sight.

If you're right and he's bad news,

then you stay hidden, okay?

Okay.

-Promise. -I will.

Hello?

Is someone out there? We're looking for help.

And we're--

we're wondering if you could help us get found.

Oh!

Oh, Quincy! Quincy!

It's fresh and cooked.

Quinn.

[tense music playing]

Um, look, uh, we-- we don't mean any harm.

We're just looking for help.

[whispers] You just come in here and eat a man's food?

Ask him. Ask him.

He says, "You just come here and eat a man's food?"

-We're hungry. -Everyone's fucking hungry.

Everyone's hungry.

Um, please, just-- just let my wife go.

[The Woodsman] I think you should turn around.

Tell him.

He wants-- He wants you to turn around.

[Joba] What?

[Quincy] Turn a-- around.

[The Woodsman] Sit, like a good boy.

Sit, like a good boy.

[The Woodsman] Do not move.

Do not move.

A good boy.

Caleb said this place made him good.

[Joba panting]

A good man would not leave his wife.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

♪

[Joba panting]

[music stops]

Oh, my God!

-[The Woodsman grunts] -[Joba gasps]

[The Woodsman] Congratulations. You are not a cock.

He says, "Congratulations. You are not a cock."

[The Woodsman] You'd be surprised how many fail that.

You'd be surprised how many fail that.

Fail what?

[The Woodsman] First test.

First test.

Stop using my wife!

Be a man, take your mask off and talk to me.

[The Woodsman inhales]

[The Woodsman sighs]

[The Woodsman laughs]

Oh.

You know, so many guys these days,

they just sit out there for days, cowering...

and forget their wives.

Forget their promise. Forget that they're men.

But you, you just step right into the fire.

So-- so many?

So many guys? You-- There's others.

And you-- you-- you do this?

Yes, I do this.

We-- we thought this was a game.

-Out here in the woods? -Yeah. Or-- or simulation.

Well, nothing simulated out here.

All real acts.

Real sex, real murder.

-[Joba] I have money. -I have your wife.

Seems our holdings aren't comparable.

You want some tea?

-What? -Tea.

Break bread, boy.

-Help him. -Just take the tea.

Take the tea. It's fine. I--

[Joba grunts softly]

[Quincy whispering] What are you doing?

-These are ours. -What do you mean?

What the--

-Hmm. -[Joba] Fuck! Fucking--

Fucking took me out of context.

[The Woodsman] There we go.

Um, thank you.

[The Woodsman grunts]

Where are we?

In the forest.

Forest of Elijah...

and Hagar...

Ishmael and Moses.

And who are you?

Well, I'm just a motherfucker.

Formerly in finance.

Legal piracy, but...

made a good life doing it.

Now I'm just a hunter.

Old tech.

-Input weapon, output meat. -What do you hunt?

I weed out the stragglers for him.

Him? Who?

And you, you drink your tea

and we see if you can get out of the forest.

[Joba] Right.

Out the darkness, if you can get to the light.

-There's your game. -[Joba] We're good people.

We're not. But you might be.

[Joba grunting]

-Just gotta sacrifice. -[Joba grunting]

[Quincy] Joba?

Welcome to the kingdom.

Joba?

[tense music playing]

Joba. [sniffling]

Come.

One day the angels came to present themselves

before the Lord...

and Satan also came with them.

♪

[eerie music]

[forest din]

[Joba panting]

Quinn?

Quincy?

♪

What the fuck?

No, no, no.

Quincy!

What the fuck is this?

♪

[disembodied whispering] Roses and lilacs.

Roses and lilacs.

[eerie singing]

And earthworms and rabbits.

And earthworms, and rabbits.

I know this.

"I will bury you alive."

[ominous music playing]

[Caleb coughing]

[Caleb] Help, help, help.

-Please, help. -[Joba] Caleb!

Caleb. Caleb.

Caleb. What-- what--

What are you doing here?

Uh, I don't know, frankly.

[Joba panting]

Wait, no, maybe you've been following me?

What? No. No.

I was eating a filet.

A filet?

[Caleb] Steak. At home, uh...

Stan knows there's something I'm not telling him.

So he's plying me with meat.

Uh, we had wine and then...

the room spun and it went dark and...

-You fucking invited us here! -I know!

-What? To be killed? -No.

-A pilgrimage, you said. -It is a pilgrimage.

And now it's your fucking pilgrimage.

I'm gonna kill-- I'll fucking kill you.

[Caleb] Yeah. Just like back in school.

I remember.

And my mail, Caleb.

My mail.

They took all of our money.

Our companies are cratering.

They-- they have my fucking school desk.

[Caleb] Huh.

-Uh-huh. -They took Quincy.

She's pregnant. Do you know that?

No.

They have all of our shit. They know everything. They--

Uh-huh.

Whoever has me out here, Gano, or--

[Caleb] I never blamed you, you know.

Your brain was always in that

jock-y, prep school, pre-evolved mode.

And I was pushy.

This is why you sent me here.

I didn't send you here. You sent you here.

Then how did you get out?

By giving you up.

So it's a pyramid scheme.

Oh, no. It's just...

it's just survival.

I had to give up what I held most dear.

My family are as good as strangers.

I've never had a meaningful relationship.

So...

I gave up the person I love most in the world.

My friend.

My best friend.

But where's Quincy?

I don't know.

But I can help you find her.

Fuck!

I bet Stan is the reason I'm here.

Wait, I thought you did this alone.

[Caleb] No, I was with Pedro.

Who the fuck is Pedro?

He's hot and dead.

They got him.

Why the fuck am I back here?

I did all the steps.

Repent, submit, accept, sacrifice.

Wait, wait, wait. What is that? What is that-- that list?

What is that list you just said?

Repent all of your sins of the past.

Submit to what is basest inside you.

Accept all the wickedness

you have yet to acknowledge.

Wait, what is it that I have yet to accept?

Wait, and then what? And then what?

And then after you've done all of that...

you sacrifice.

And that's how you got out?

Yeah. Well, the first time.

So this is repent.

Yeah.

And I'm waiting.

I'm sorry.

[chuckles]

Too easy.

[mysterious music playing]

[The Woodsman humming]

[thunder rumbling]

[humming continues]

The women never eat.

Always leave me to start.

Come on.

-Farm fresh. -Hmm.

What farm is that?

It's a little spot up the way I built for some...

ladies.

Lucky ladies.

Hmm. You're the luckiest right now.

What makes me so special?

You're the first woman out here carrying.

[thunder rumbling]

With child.

-A second soul. -Mmm.

That gives you a special power.

-How did you know that? -I smell it.

Nausea you're trying to hide from me.

It's not good to lie to your man.

Is that what you are to me now?

[The Woodsman humming]

Oh, yeah. A drinker.

Okay.

[liquid pours]

You'll enjoy this. I made it myself.

You know what?

I don't buy into any of your bullshit.

I know.

-And that's a shame. -Hmm.

'Cause if you think me and this place are bullshit...

you'll never see that we're your only way back.

-Back to what? -Good old life.

[thunder rumbling]

Make your way to the altar...

and all will come back.

-My old life? -Stone on the hill.

Sacrifice all.

But...

not before you submit.

-Submit? -Submit...

and all will be given.

He loves bravery.

People talk about the meek, but...

bravery.

Bravery is real.

Out here,

bad people become good.

Good people become martyrs.

And-- and we're good.

Oh, Jesus.

Have you met yourself?

Hmm?

It's a marvel. You just wipe it from your mind.

All those little villages,

your family craters for the-- what is it?

Tanzanite.

You ship that off to Joba's people,

so they can put it in their very important wrist watches.

"What time is it? Oh, oh, good."

Watches that are, uh, assembled by tiny brown hands, of course.

And all the poisonings and the class action suits.

Well, you'll get that all settled...

but otherwise, you're good.

Better than most.

Right?

There we go.

Come on. [sniffs]

The little wine won't hurt the baby.

And all those little kids you like to send up here

and their expeditions to the country...

it changed their lives forever?

That's your penance?

I don't know.

[The Woodsman chuckles]

Well, now it's you out here in the country.

You think this trip will change your life, Quincy?

Let's see.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are we going?

-I'm gonna go find my husband. -Ah.

You run, you're dead. You understand that?

You just said sacrifice gets us out of here.

I say a lot of shit.

[thunder rumbling]

Look, this is not Brooklyn, love.

Things are...

historical here.

Women respect their men.

Obedience, loyalty.

That's what's valued.

Or people die.

So what are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?

[rain pattering]

[Quincy sighs]

There we go.

Take care of yourself.

Look at you eat up!

Oh, my, my, my, getting down to the bone.

Look at you.

Hmm.

[both sighing]

-Okay. -Better?

Yeah. [chuckles]

You know, you're right. [sighs]

You're right. [chuckles]

-[The Woodsman chuckles] -Lie down.

Uh, we don't do that out here.

I said, lie down.

I wanna show you something.

[calm music playing]

[The Woodsman chuckles]

All the way down.

Whoa, whoa.

[tense music plays]

Mm-hmm.

Oh. Mm-mm.

Now, that is not nice.

I think a real man...

can handle a little pain,

don't you?

[The Woodsman grunts]

[Quincy] Mm-hmm.

[Quincy chuckles]

[The Woodsman groaning]

Oh, Jesus!

[The Woodsman screams]

[dramatic, pulsing music]

What was that?

The Woodsman got someone.

Who?

Screams like that, always The Woodsman.

You mean the man with the axe?

He was with Quincy. He took Quincy from me.

He took Quincy. He--

This might be a good time to repent.

[both panting]

I will forgive their sins and remember them no more.

If we confess our sins...

he will be faithful and just.

I've loved you since I was five years old.

You're the first boy I ever kissed.

You're the first boy I was ever in love with.

When I came out, I only came out to you.

And then when you fell in love with Quincy,

I left you the fuck alone!

I sacrificed, so now you must repent.

♪

[panting]

[both grunting]

Quincy's my wife.

Vengeance is the Lord's.

Vengeance is the Lord's.

When you steal it, you are stealing from him.

[thudding]

[breathing heavily]

♪ Fountain filled with blood ♪

♪ Drawn from Emmanuel's veins ♪

♪ And sinners plunged beneath that blood ♪

♪ Lose all their guilty stains ♪

♪ Lose all their guilty stains ♪

♪ Lose all their earthly stains ♪

♪ And sinners plunged beneath that blood ♪

♪ Lose all their guilty stains ♪

♪ There is a fountain ♪

♪ Filled with blood drawn from... ♪

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[fly buzzing]

[breathing heavily]

Come on!

[panting]

[whimpers]

[grunting]

[crying]

You see? I-- I got nothing.

Okay?

Whoever you are, wherever you are...

I'm alone!

You understand me? You win!

♪ There is a fountain filled with blood ♪

♪ Drawn from Emmanuel's veins ♪

♪ And sinners plunged beneath that blood ♪

♪ Lose all their guilty stains ♪

♪ Lose all their guilty stains ♪

Why did I not perish at birth...

and die as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me

and breasts that I might be nursed?

For now, I would be lying down in peace.

I would be asleep...

and I'd rest.

[suspenseful music playing]

[calm music playing]

[all screaming]

[screaming stops]

♪ Help us, help us, help us, help us ♪

♪ Series ♪

♪ Help us ♪

♪ Series ♪

[tense music playing]

[Joba] Hey!

Hey!

-What's wrong? -[woman] She's being dramatic.

No, she's seen something.

-[woman sighs] -Is he here? Was it he who--

[chairs scraping]

[Joba panting] Hi.

I'm, uh...

I'm Joba.

Joba who?

Joba, um...

Actually, I forget my whole name right now.

-But, uh, you have food? -He didn't kill you?

-Who? -The man with the axe.

No. He took my wife.

He killed my wife.

He didn't kill me, obviously.

-He should have-- -He let you live?

He didn't let me anything. He drugged me and I escaped.

-And now I-- -What else? What else?

This man, he made it this far.

-He made it here alive. -I just need food.

You may go.

-[Joba coughs] -This is the widows' lunch.

[Joba] Widows?

All of our husbands died...

sometime in the middle stages out there.

So we're here now.

Stuck, I guess, waiting for a good man.

But you're the first widower.

Widower. My God.

No, not God.

He only comes if a good man makes it out.

[Joba] Out from what?

The woods, Joba What's-His-Name.

[women laughing]

[Katherine] Are you...

a good man?

What do you care?

Well, if a good man comes,

then God will judge us, set us free.

The Woodsman told you this?

The Woodsman is everything.

-[Joba] He killed your husbands. -Some of them.

We're not sure which.

Some died before he could get to them.

He made up this crazy shit and you believe him?

Faith...

is not simple.

We have to preserve some hope.

-Without hope we're just-- -Hope? Hope?

You-- The people you love are dead.

You live on a fucking dead ass farm.

You...

I lived. I had...

things, I had friends.

I had Brooklyn. I had a wife.

We were going to have a...

child, we...

No one makes it this far.

We don't cry about what we had,

or who we were, or dear old Brooklyn.

-Or Marin. -Or Seattle.

We accept where we are.

What makes you so fucking special?

[Katherine] Sonia!

Well, how am I supposed to feel?

You sweep in here on the one day

that we raise our voices to The Woodsman,

admitting, accepting the weaknesses of our husbands.

How did you even survive?

-Wait. Accepting, you said? -[Sonia] I did.

So that's this stage then?

Acceptance, that-- that's here?

[Sonia] Answer me.

Why you, not them?

I killed my best friend. Maybe that's why.

But I lost my wife.

Maybe I'll kill all of you.

Let's make our friend a plate.

♪ Ah ♪

♪ I can't see ♪

[singer vocalizing]

Is it okay?

Hmm. Yes. Yeah.

You're so welcome.

[mouthing] I need to talk to you about --

[Joba coughs]

What do you do, Joba?

-[Joba] Hmm? -Your family?

Um, we, um, run a watch company.

-Wristwatches. -Oh. Mm-hmm.

Does that mean something?

Everything means something.

Don't speak in riddles, please.

[Anna laughs]

My husband's company, uh, was a phone company.

-Which? -Bell Atlantic. Hear of it?

-Mine ran Coda. -Mine was General Motors.

Wanna get in the backseat?

-[Sonia] Anna! -[Joba] Wait, so...

people are picked?

Picked?

Well, yeah, um...

watches, telephones, cameras, cars.

It's all old money, right?

It's legacy industries. It--

So whoever's...

[sighs] Oh, my God, of course.

Fucking hell, of course.

Whoever is behind this, someone is teaching us a lesson.

The 1%, right?

They-- they-- they've bled

the lower and middle class for years.

And now it is our turn. Right?

It's the final act of a digital revolution.

It-- all of this makes sense now!

I didn't kill Caleb.

Q-- Quin-- Quincy is alive and-- and--

Everyone's fucking dead, asshole.

Everyone. Learn to live with it.

God and The Woodsman are the only things that are real.

Are you a good man?

Why are you asking me?

[Katherine] I'm talking about real acceptance.

The worst...

of you.

[Anna] Don't be shy.

Either way, it's kinda hot.

If you're God's chosen, who can resist that?

Or if you're just some bad boy, making God look like a schmuck,

we're down with that, too.

[Katherine] Joba, are you a good man?

[Joba] I don't know.

I'm a man...

heir to this company, but also just the...

son of a father.

An only child.

My dad had inherited the operation.

And, um,

you know, with it, he was away for work a lot.

Um, Milan, Geneva, Glashutte, wherever.

For a lot of the time growing up, it was just me,

my mom, and the various people we employed.

I had friends, um.

But...

when night would come and... [chuckles softly]

...they would all retreat to the messy chaos

of their homes and siblings.

I would always feel a lack

creep in, a sense of something missing.

Got to the point where my mom knew this.

And when I turned 11,

she got me a dog.

A sweet poodle mix thing.

Rufus.

Um, no, I knew I was gonna take over the company

since I could remember anything...

which, probably why I never showed any pull

to make any real effort at school.

Find my thing.

Uh, my behavior was entitled.

Shitty.

I was hiding.

Experimenting.

This disappointed my dad, of course.

Shame of me just coated him.

It got to the point where on his little brief stints

at home with us this time, I would look forward to

and treasure more than anything.

He would start showing more attention,

more-- more...

affection, even to the dog than to me.

I mean, the dog was simple,

pure, and obedient, where I just--

I wasn't measuring up.

Um, one night,

uh, the phone rang.

My dad had arrived at JFK, he-- earlier than expected,

so he said that he'd be in-- home in time for dinner.

And earlier that afternoon,

I had come home with another shit report card.

A threat of expulsion.

And I begged my mom not to tell my dad,

but she insisted that it was his right to know.

And so I panicked.

I, um, I picked up Rufus.

He was a small dog.

And, you know, my mom was downstairs

so she couldn't hear anything on the top floor.

I--

I grabbed one of those, um...

those nylon nap sacks that-- the kind you get at--

at summer camp with the-- with the draw strings.

And I had to set out some food for Rufus.

He dug in and...

while he was eating, I--

I got behind him.

I put the bag over his head and, um...

I yanked the string's top.

And I, uh...

I just held.

After, I had, um...

you know, put some chocolate nearby,

and staged it like...

Rufus got in there, poisoned himself, you know.

And, uh...

my dad was crushed.

He was furious.

Obviously, he's furious of my carelessness, furious.

But...

his sadness at losing Rufus...

was greater than his anger at me.

So it made it worth it.

So, no.

I'm not a good man.

And I wasn't a good boy either.

Fuck!

[door creaks open]

[Joba] Quincy?

Quincy. Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

[both whimpering]

Oh, my God.

How did you find this place?

I heard the singing and I just-- just ran.

[panting] Where-- where is he?

He's dead.

Dead?

What?

-But how? -By me. What do you mean how?

-This is blood everywhere. -What have you done?

You killed The Woodsman?

Yeah, I did.

Have-- have you been here this whole time?

Oh no. Oh no.

Oh. [sobbing]

-Whore! -What are you talking about?

-You're free. -[Anna] Whore!

No, no, no, no. This is so much worse.

Whore!

Call me a whore one more fucking time!

No, no, no, no, no. She killed your captor.

But now we have to answer to God.

[wailing]

[all wailing]

[wailing continues]

[wailing fades]

[Joba and Quincy panting]

[rain splattering]

[soothing music building]

-Hey. -What?

[Quincy chuckles]

-Give me your hand. In here. -What?

I feel it.

[Joba sighs]

God is here.

I know that now.

[rain splattering]

[tense music playing]

♪

[fire crackling]

[music distorts]

Who are you? Hey! Who are you?

How did you get here?

Where are your parents?

Don't you see?

[Joba] See what?

It's our son.

It's Daniel.

He can't live here.

No. We-- we-- we-- we would do our best.

[Quincy] But it wouldn't be enough.

I mean, he'd just have to run like us.

[Joba] So you're saying...

Give him up.

Sacrifice.

[birds chirping]

[Quincy humming]

What do you think he'd be like?

[Quincy keeps humming]

Quincy,

the boy we saw, if he grew up...

what do you think he'd be like?

Think he'd be cursed.

-[Joba sighs] -What do you want?

Not to go up there.

You wanna run?

Yes.

Hide forever?

I wanna be a family. I want--

What?

I want to--

I wanna have a son. I--

I wanna...

revel in his favorite blanket.

I wanna think about how the worst thing

that could happen is me and you dying and--

and I wanna drop him off at school

and realize I'm wrong.

The worst thing that could happen is him dying.

I wanna feel that new bottom of fear.

I-I want to show him

ice cream and mountain tops, you know.

Shame and-- and joy.

And, uh, I want--

Something that's already gone.

[Quincy sighs]

[birds chirping]

I want a boy who has friends.

Who laughs and plays baseball or--

or codes computers.

I want him to eat too much

and have crushes, heartbreak, love.

I want him to walk free.

And I want him to be somewhere real.

The woods are real.

Mm-mm.

They have to be.

The woods are us.

Only us.

[footsteps rustling]

This is the place.

What if we're wrong?

We just try again.

[percussive music playing]

So I'm just going to--

Yeah.

-How many times-- -I think you'll just know.

-Okay. -Mm-hmm.

-I love you. -I love you.

[disembodied voice] Stop!

[dramatic music playing]

[music fades]

[ethereal music building]

-Looks great. -Thank you.

Almost ready.

You ready?

-I'm ready. -Okay.

Let's go.

[softy gasps] There he is.

[Joba chuckling]

Okay.

Okay.

Then Job answered the Lord and said,

"I know that you can do anything

and that no thought can be hidden from you.

Surely I have spoken things I did not understand.

Things too wonderful for me to know.

My ears have heard of you, but now my eyes have seen you.

Therefore, I despise myself

and repent in dust and ashes."

Happy birthday, Daniel.

[The Woodsman] My ears had heard of you...

but now my eyes have seen you.

Therefore, I despise myself

and repent in dust and ashes.

[disembodied voices] My ears have heard of you,

but now my eyes have seen you.

Therefore, I despise myself

and repent in dust and ashes.

My ears have heard of you,

but now my eyes have seen you.

Therefore, I despise myself

and repent in dust and ashes.

My ears have heard of you, but now my eyes have seen you.

Therefore, I despise myself

and repent in dust and ashes.

[angelic vocalization]

♪

♪