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Fuck you, you fucking cunts.

(GROANING)

Hey. Hey. Please.

(DOOR BELL CHIMES)

(MUFFLED GRUNTS)

(WEAKLY) Please. Please don't.

Please.

Please. Please. Don't.

Please stop.

Please. Please. Please stop.

Don't! Please stop!

Please. Stop.

(METAL CLANGING LOUDLY)

(CLANGING CONTINUES)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES) (TIRES SQUEAL)

Where is everyone going?

Whatever happened, I wanna help.

(DOGS BARKING)

Out of the way, goddamn it! Move aside!

(DOG YELPS)

(YELPING STOPS)

(GASPING)

MALE REPORTER: Thanks, Brad.

I'm here at the Heaven's Converts compound in Noma, Florida,

where cult members recently opened fire on ATFEC agents.

Tensions between the cult and the agency

have been escalating for days,

starting when ATFEC--

Morning.

Hey, I'm leaving in 10 minutes. You want a ride to school?

Uh-uh.

Have you seen a bunch of my white shirts?

No.

- You sure? - Yes.

Morning, Mr. Garvey. You want me to make coffee?

Hey!

Did you turn the alarm off last night?

Nope. It wasn't on.

It was. I set it to "Stay."

- Motion detector deactivated. - Looks like you mastered it.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Where is she?

Are you surprised?

We want them to remember something they wanna forget.

They weren't just gonna leave us alone, right?

It was only a matter of time.

I guess I should be scared, but I'm not.

Is that weird?

Fuck.

(VOICE ECHOING) I just hope she didn't have to suffer too much.

- Are you okay? - (GASPING)

Hold on.

It's okay. Laurie, it's okay.

Laurie. God.

I think we need some help!

Laurie, it's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Just breathe.

It's okay. It's okay.

Help! It's okay.

Somebody, please help!

KEVIN: Hey! What are you doing? Hey!

- You got the rocks? - What?

The rocks.

We need the pictures of position before you can bag them.

Yeah, okay, sorry.

MAN: Give me a break, all right?

She lived with you for a year. You got no emergency contact?

Nobody?

- "No family." - I guess she just grew on a tree.

You get statements from everyone in their search party?

Yes, sir.

Mike's at the Biggie, getting yellow pads in bulk.

I need you off the streets.

I don't have the resources to protect you.

I know. Tell me to fuck off. I get it.

Good. Thanks.

MAN: Hey, Chief.

One of the witnesses says

he's gonna late for his ballroom dancing lesson.

Okay if I let him go?

Your boys gonna give me my gun back?

It doesn't shoot rocks.

- What were you doing out here? - Drinking beers, star-gazing.

Hell, you could have been my alibi if you didn't keep blowing me off.

- Hey, Dean. - Burt.

We have an arrangement. Population control.

Shit!

Hey, careful, goddamn it!

(LAUGHING)

Fucking horrific.

Is that the best you can do?

KEVIN: Sorry to bother you, but could I speak with my daughter?

No problem.

- (SOBBING) - Jill. Jill. Honey.

Jill, what's wrong?

Jill? Jill?

- Wait. - Just tell me.

Tell me what happened to her. What happened to her?

No, no. Your mom's okay.

- Your mom's okay. - Then why are you here?

Last night a woman was attacked, in the G.R.

I wanted you to hear from me first so you wouldn't worry.

Please don't tell your friends.

I want you home before dark.

You and Aimee order a pizza. I'm gonna work late.

Might not see you till the morning, okay?

I'll text you.

Okay, yeah.

I shouldn't have cried.

She wouldn't have cried for me.

Ready? Okay.

I understand we had a rough morning.

Sorry. Compound fracture.

Okay. I had a look at your tests.

Everything seems normal. Let's have a listen.

All right.

May I ask how many cigarettes a day you're smoking?

Okay, what you experienced was most likely a panic attack.

If it happens again, take two of these.

If you need more,

you're gonna need a prescription from a psychiatrist.

You're free to go.

♪ ("KISS ON MY LIST" BY HALL & OATES PLAYS) ♪

"Is the victim a member of an organization

that claims an independent belief not listed on the AWR?"

Check.

"Is the membership of the organization--"

- It was not your call... - ...currently comprised of more than

- ...to make! - ...than 40 individuals?"

Check. "Has there been a pattern of violent incidents involving...."

I know what it fucking says because I signed that fucking thing!

Check! "If these conditions are met..."

You gonna continue reading?

There's a whole bunch of fucking big words in there

that you might not even fucking understand!

"...Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, Explosives and Cult,

please contact the Bureau immediately!"

Immediately!

How about I immediately shove that fucking thing up your ass?

- LUCY: Chief Garvey! - Fat fuck.

What's up, gentlemen?

Det. Vitello took it upon himself to call the feds

and punt on our homicide.

I was just doing my job by following the guidelines--

Lou? Shut the fuck up. Who'd you talk to at ATFEC?

- Agent Sean Kilaney. - Great.

Please give Agent Kilaney's contact information to your boss,

so that he can undo your fuck-up.

Thank you.

You need anything from me?

Curfew. Nobody out past dark.

Look, the town feels a response,

and if the G.R. violates, I can arrest them.

I'll call a council meeting for tomorrow.

Can you be there to make your case?

- I just made my case. - It's a formality, Kevin.

I trust you, but this is a fucking mess.

Lots of eyes on us.

You won't be influenced by your family situation?

No. I won't.

- MAN: MasterCard gets us miles. - WOMAN: We haven't flown in years.

- Miles are meaningless. - They're obviously not meaningless.

- Yes, they are. - Why do you keep saying that?

- Can you pull my wallet? - I got it, I got it.

- I did, I did, I did. - You got it?

Amanda.

Amanda, stop staring.

You, too.

Go.

MAN: Sean Kilaney at Alcohol, Tobacco Firearms, Explosives and Cults.

Leave a message and I'll hit you back.

Agent Kilaney, Chief Kevin Garvey from Mapleton, New York.

One of our investigators just spoke to you

about a possible cult-related incident.

But his assessment was premature, so we'd like to handle it ourselves.

If you give me a call back, I'd appreciate it. Thanks.

(BARKING)

Hey! Hey!

(CHUCKLES) Sorry.

They're loud, but they're harmless.

Hey! Hey!

Don't worry about it.

Staking out the Moonies, huh?

They made an offer on my house. Guess they're running out of room.

- Bought a church, too, I heard. - Yeah.

One of them got killed, huh?

Sorry, I'm not allowed to discuss ongoing investigations.

Don't investigate too hard.

- DENNIS: Hello? - Dennis, it's me.

Yeah, Chief?

I want you to go and pick up Reverend Jamison,

bring him in.

Morning, Mr. Garvey.

Why isn't the alarm on?

You didn't text me.

I didn't want it to go off at night when you got home.

Well, that defeats the purpose.

Please, just set it, okay?

Mr. Garvey, we heard that the woman who got killed

got dragged behind a truck and, like, crucified.

- Is that true? - He's not gonna tell you.

- No, Aimee, it's not true. - See?

What a relief.

Is she okay?

She's Jill.

- What does that mean? - She doesn't really do okay.

Can't win.

Now you're getting it.

You look nice.

Have a seat. Hungry?

They got all-day breakfast here.

What can I get for you, hon?

- Can we have a minute, please? - Sure.

How long has it been since you've spoken, Laurie?

About seven months?

Eight. Right.

Well, Laurie, you are overdue for a day off.

No, no. You can talk.

Just for today. Say anything you want to.

Hey, I'm doing it, too, right?

Are you ready?

She's gonna have French toast,

scrambled eggs, order of bacon, large orange juice.

- Coffee? She's gonna have coffee. - Coffee.

You got it.

This is fucking good.

Sean Kilaney at Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, Explosives and Cults.

Leave a message and I'll hit you back.

Agent Kilaney, Kevin Garvey again from Mapleton.

I left you a message last night, but I haven't heard back.

Please call me. It's important.

Hey, Officer Mustard Stain. Dropping off or what?

I'm actually picking up. You got some of my shirts here.

Sure. You have a ticket?

Just check the computer. It's under Garvey.

- No ticket, no? - No, no ticket.

- (TYPING) - (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

- Okay, you pick up last Tuesday. - No, I know, I know I picked up.

But I'm missing my white shirts. Can you just check again?

(BOTH SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Sorry. No shirts, huh?

- You didn't even look. - I looked on computer.

- Unless you have ticket. - I don't have a ticket.

If they turn up, we'll call you. Okay?

Mr. Extra Starch!

- Dropping off or what? - Yeah.

Don't give up.

They want you to surrender and sell them on the black market.

- Stay strong. - I hope you have a ticket.

I always have a ticket.

Well, you know what they say.

They'll turn up once you stop looking for them.

You think so?

No, probably not.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

All right, see you later, Nora.

- Bye. - MAN: Mr. Four Eyes! Yes.

Where are we?

Statements from the Moonies. I didn't check the spelling.

Dennis has your priest in the war room.

Gonna give him your confession?

Hey, Matt.

Thanks for coming in.

(SIGHS) So...

...where were you two nights ago?

Why?

Well, according to the hospital,

you had a rock thrown at you a couple months ago,

one aimed at the G.R.

Then they repaid your generosity

by buying up your church out from under you

and they painted it white.

You think I had something to do with what happened to that woman?

No.

Just wanna know where you were a couple nights ago.

I was at my house with my study group.

A few of them spent the night.

I appreciate the extra help with Mary.

- Can you give me their names? - Of course.

- The woman. Did she have family? - Why?

Back when I had the church, I used to see her sometimes.

She'd just stand outside the way they do.

She never talked to me, of course, but I don't know.

She became a familiar face.

Do you think I could see her?

What, her body?

Yes.

You do realize you're a suspect, Matt?

Well, obviously, but once I'm not, I'd like to pray for her.

Please? It'll just be five minutes.

No. You can't see her.

(KNOCKING)

Hey, Chief, it's 3:00.

They're in Town Hall, waiting for you.

What? Who?

- The mayor, the curfew thing. - Oh, shit!

LUCY: Please, everyone calm down. I do appreciate your patience.

Just a few more moments, I promise you.

- What the fuck? - They showed up. I didn't know.

What, I'm not allowed to leave my own house?

- How long is this gonna last? - Please, hold your questions.

Chief Garvey suggested the curfew,

and he's here to explain exactly how it will go.

- Chief? - Really?

Um... (CLEARS THROAT) Well, Miss Mayor...

I'm sure you're all aware

that a violent hate crime occurred a couple nights ago

to a member of the Guilty Remnant.

While we conduct our investigation,

I thought it would be in the best interests of the town

if people remained in their homes after eight p.m.

I work nights!

I'm sure we can make exceptions if you have to get to a job.

So we have to change our lives because of them?

(ALL CHATTERING IN AGREEMENT)

They broke into my house on Christmas.

People, please, we're trying to keep everybody safe.

You're not trying to keep us safe.

Excuse me?

It just doesn't seem fair,

us being locked up inside our houses.

- We didn't do anything wrong. - (ALL CHATTER IN AGREEMENT)

I mean, with all due respect, Chief.

How do we even know these people didn't do this to themselves?

Because you were with them when they found the body.

Well, I was with some of them.

What are you? You don't even live here.

Well, sure I do.

And when I moved here, hell, it seemed like a nice place.

- Are you fucking serious? - LUCY: Okay.

I think everyone's had their say. This is not a public vote.

It's for the council alone.

And, for the record, I fully support Chief Garvey.

All in favor of imposing an emergency town-wide curfew

to start at eight p.m., effective this evening?

All opposed?

(APPLAUSE)

(KNOCKING)

Where's Patti?

Get all your people together here in five minutes

from all your fucking houses.

I'll wait.

It's just been made clear to me

that it's officially open season on you people.

Now, the ideal thing would be for you all to stay off the streets,

but we all know that's not gonna happen, is it?

Whistles. Keep these on you at all times.

Use them.

I got my people on extra patrols, and they're ready to respond.

This doesn't have to happen again, but that's on you.

No one understands whatever it is you believe in.

They don't give a shit.

As long as you leave them alone.

But if you keep following people around,

buying up their homes, painting everything white...

...breaking into their houses, they will retaliate.

Any questions?

I'll take them in writing.

Thank you for your time.

It's Meg, right?

- Do you still talk? - Yes.

- Where's Laurie? - I don't know.

- Is she okay? - I don't know.

I'm the only person that gives a shit about you people,

and you won't even tell me where my wife is?

She's not your wife anymore.

- Okay. All done, girls? - We are indeed.

Just the check.

Could I have a doggie bag, please?

For what?

- Just get me the bag, sweetheart. - Okay.

I brought her here, too.

Just over a year ago.

Gladys sat right there where you're sitting right now.

I don't know how,

but she somehow got word that her son had died.

Did she ever tell you she had a son?

No. It was over in Yemen, I think.

His helicopter just crashed or some such.

And as you can imagine, she did not take it very well.

She questioned her commitment, she became distracted,

and she began to feel again.

And there was a lot of moping and crying around the house,

and then it started to happen out in the open.

So I brought her here, I fed her.

And I invited her to speak her troubles out loud.

I gave her every opportunity to talk.

She never spoke one word.

Never broke, just like you.

So I'm going to tell you what I told her.

I understand the pull.

I understand. It's your family.

It's your past.

I understand that going back to them feels comfortable and easy...

...because the alternative, what we do, is very, very hard.

But there can't be any doubt, Laurie.

Because doubt is fire!

And fire is gonna burn you up until you are but ash!

Okay. Ladies, come see us again.

Yeah.

(CHUCKLING)

You remember what you told me to do in the last session?

Just before everything changed?

(PATTI HUMMING)

(LAUGHS)

Can I be excused, please?

Yeah.

(MEN CHATTERING)

(KNOCKS)

(LIGHT APPLAUSE)

KEVIN: Okay, Reverend. You want to pray over her? Fine.

MATT: What made you change your mind?

KEVIN: The closest thing she's gonna get to a funeral.

Shit.

Jesus said to his disciples,

"Compare me to something and tell me what I am like."

And Thomas said to him,

"Teacher, my mouth is utterly unable to say what you are like."

And Jesus said, "I am not your teacher

because you have become intoxicated

from the bubbling spring I have tended."

And he took Thomas and withdrew and spoke three sayings to him.

When Thomas came back, his friends asked him,

"What did Jesus say to you?"

And Thomas responded...

..."If I tell you what he spoke to me,

you will pick up rocks and stone me,

and fire will come from the rocks and devour you."

You wanna tell me what that means?

It means it's easier to stay silent than it is to speak truth.

Killing these people is pointless.

They don't care because they're already dead.

You know, what I want is to bring them back to life.

Oh, sorry about that.

Must be that one.

Uh, Billy?

What happened to the D.B. in four?

- Female? - Oh, we shipped her out.

You fucking shipped her? Where?

Sorry. We got an email ordering us to send her out to Virginia.

It was from Agent Kilaney.

It says you guys called him.

Sean Kilaney at Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, Explosives and Cults.

Leave a message and I'll hit you back.

Listen, asshole.

You don't call me back and then you email my morgue

and you pull my fucking body?

If you don't call within the hour, I will be in my car driving to D.C.,

where I will personally hit you fucking back!

Understood?

It's Kevin Garvey from Mapleton!

Fuck!

I say fuck, too.

♪ ("WHAT A FOOL BELIEVES" BY DOOBIE BROTHERS PLAYS) ♪

(MUSIC STOPS)

(ALARM CHIRPING)

RECORDING: Disarm system now.

- Disarm system now. - Shit.

- (CHIRPING CONTINUES) - (PHONE VIBRATING)

- Disarm system now. - Shit.

Disarm system now.

- (ALARM BLARING) - Fuck!

Fuck.

Shit. Fuck!

System deactivated.

(VIBRATING CONTINUES)

- Hello? - SEAN: Hey, Chief Harvey.

Sean Kilaney from ATFEC. How are you?

Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. I was down in Florida.

Fucking mess. You see it on the news?

- No. - Count yourself lucky.

So, you got a cult-related homicide?

- Didn't you get my messages? - Well, just one. You leave more?

You want us to take jurisdiction, right?

Uh... Uh, no. Don't worry about it.

Listen, you never should have gotten that call.

One of my detectives jumped the gun. Vitello.

- He said he spoke to you. - Okay. Let me pull it up here.

Got it. Jesus. Right, the stoning.

Fuck. The victim was what, Tomorrow's Family?

- No, The Guilty Remnant. - Oh, those nuts.

What's up with the chain-smoking?

Look, you know what? Sounds like you got your hands full.

They sent the body to you a couple hours ago, it's not like--

Shit. They did?

- They said you emailed them. - That's automated.

It gets sent to the local M.E.

as soon as they put a Tier 3 in the system.

Well, then send her back to me. Send the body back.

Wish I could.

She's en route to our forensic processing center.

Then how about I come down there, I pick her up myself?

Sorry. Once she's in the system, there's nothing I can do.

What about forensics, evidence, our witness statements?

- You know what? - You want me to--

You go ahead and hold on to all of that, okay?

You should be hearing from one of our field guys soon.

- In how long? - Uh, four to six weeks.

Fuck.

Or, if you want, we could eliminate the infestation.

Excuse me?

I can have three vans full of armed agents there

by the end of the week.

They pay a visit to whatever compound these fucks call home,

and they get you the results you're looking for.

Chief, this shit spreads if you let it.

Don't worry about your victim. She doesn't give a shit.

Worry about your town.

And The Guilty Remnant. What would happen to them?

What happens is, they go away.

They're not your problem anymore.

Just say the word, and everything can go back to normal.

Well, I appreciate that.

Hello? You still there?

- Chief? - Uh...

But no thanks. We can handle it.

Okay.

- Good luck with that, Chief. - (LINE DISCONNECTS)

♪ (REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Sorry, I can't sell alcohol to people who are enibritted.

- Who are what? - Enibritted.

- Inebriated? - Yeah.

I'm not, so promise you won't get in any trouble.

- All right. - (REGISTER BEEPING)

So, you guys catch who killed that lady yet?

No. We have not.

(MAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Hey. Hey!

- Open the door. - We're closed.

No, no, no. It's me, Officer Mustard Stain.

- Open the door. Open the door. - We're closed!

Sorry, sir. We're closed.

I'm a sir now?

Now I'm a sir. Open the door!

Hang up the phone and open this door right now!

- Please, if you come tomorrow-- - Open the door.

- Sir! You cannot-- - I cannot? I cannot?

Open the motherfucking door right now!

Okay, okay.

Please, please. What do you want?

(PANTING)

I want you to look for my shirts.

And I would appreciate it if you fucking tried this time.

Yes, yes. Of course. Please, let me...

- How many shirts? - Eight.

Eight.

- And what color? - All white!

Here we are.

All white shirts, huh? Here we are.

I've got them. They're here. One second.

Yes. See? White shirts.

Here you go. More white shirts. That's...

- Here. White. - Yeah.

White shirts.

- Eight shirts. - Thank you.

No, no. It's okay.

No charge, sir. Our mistake, okay?

Thanks.

- (FEEDBACK OVER P.A.) - MAN: Testing, testing. One, two.

Testing, testing. One, two.

Good evening.

Hello.

My name is Matt Jamison.

I didn't know your friend very well.

I don't even know if you considered her a friend,

but she lived here with all of you.

I tried to give her a blanket once on a cold winter day,

but she wouldn't take it.

She was committed to her path.

I don't understand your faith,

but I understand commitment and I respect it.

But we are, all of us,

no matter what we've suffered, still alive.

We still feel pain and sorrow.

We still feel loss.

We still feel love.

This woman was one of you, and now she's gone.

I know you cannot speak her name.

I know you cannot say goodbye.

But I ask you at least to let me.

If any of you wants to, I invite you now

to come out and join us.

"I lift up my eyes to the hills.

Where does my help come from?

It comes from the Lord.

The Maker of Heaven and Earth.

He will not let your foot slip.

He who watches over you will not slumber.

- Indeed, He--" - (BLOWS WHISTLE)

(WHISTLING CONTINUES)

- (ALARM CHIRPING) - Disarm system now.

Disarm system now.

System deactivated.

Hey.

I heard the alarm. I wanted to make sure it was you.

- Thanks for setting it. - Yeah.

- Find your shirts? - Yeah.

Your mother and I are getting a divorce.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

(GROANS, SNIFFS)

I love you, honey.

I love you, too.

(GRUNTING SOBS)

(SOBBING CONTINUES)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

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