Outlaw Prophet: Warren Jeffs Page #2

to show we're worthy.

All of the signs are out there,

just beyond the gates of this town...

wickedness and evil, the forces

of Satan that want to destroy us...

but God is coming for us,

and not for anybody else.

I know that...

and I feel intense joy and pride

to be among the chosen...

and that's what you all

should feel tonight.

Oh, Lord, how we should praise him.

- Praise to you, Warren.

- Amen.

Hello?

Warren.

Save your strength, Father.

Warren.

I need you to do something for me.

- Anything.

- Go see Noah Fielding.

I want him ordained an apostle now.

When I pass...

Noah Fielding...

will be the next prophet.

I don't understand.

- Mother always said that...

- Go tell Noah Fielding.

That's who God has chosen.

Have you told the priesthood council?

Father?

Father!

Take a seat, Warren. We're just dividing

areas of responsibility for the council.

Father's asked me to handle all his

day-to-day decisions for the time being.

We've all agreed

we should go see him together...

to discuss the appointment

of his successor.

You all agreed?

When, exactly, did you have time

to agree on anything?

Look, we're just trying

to be practical here.

Of course.

You all just wanna relieve...

a little of my family's burden

in our time of need.

That is exactly right, Warren.

Well, then, how could I be anything

but grateful?

- When dark uprisings threaten...

- Excuse me?

I have to tell our prophet

you've been convening in secret...

to make decisions without him.

That is what you just

told me, isn't it?

Oh, come on, Warren.

You're overreacting.

While I was at my father's bedside...

while the prophet you all claim to love

and honor was lying in his sickbed...

you guys met behind closed doors...

to determine the fate of this community,

didn't you?

He's 92, Warren. It's a concern.

We need to be ready.

You're right. We do.

And at the appointed time, the Lord

will choose an appropriate successor.

We are the priesthood council.

- We should all submit candidates, and...

- It's in the hands of God.

All we can do is submit to his mercy.

Elissa?

What's wrong?

I was hoping I could maybe have a word

with Uncle Rulon.

Our prophet's real sick, Elissa.

Is there something I can help you with?

Who did this to you?

It's...

- It's my step-cousin, Allen.

- Allen Steed?

He's just mean to me.

It's because you're different.

You're quiet and you draw. You think.

And you've suffered enough.

I'll talk to Fred Jessop, make sure Allen

never lays another finger on you.

I will always protect you.

Thanks, Uncle Warren.

And, Elissa...

What happened?

I'm coming right now.

Are you gonna be our next prophet,

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