We Are What We Are Page #4

and he may be right. But... there's been three people

missing from this town in the last 20 years,

- one of which was my daughter.

- I know, I remember. I was on the search party.

Yeah, I know.

But... if you extend the radius including the towns

within 50 miles, there are 30 people or more missing,

- none of which have been found.

- I'm just a deputy.

Oh, I know, I'm just trying to help out.

I thought, maybe it'd be useful information.

Boy, there are good folk in this town.

Nice people.

Those girls just put their

mother down, just died recently,

and down here to help out.

The father is a bit of a whacko, if you ask me.

Hey guys, on the house. We got the power

back up, but one of our fridges won't start

so we have to eat everything

up before it spoils.

- Could I have a cup of coffee, sweetie?

- Sure.

I'll tell you what, Doc, how about I come over tomorrow

and you can show me where you found this.

- He woke up sick and then got all hot.

- Oh, he just has a fever. Children get fevers.

- Do you have any aspirin?

- Yes.

Can you crush one up in a

glass of milk, please?

- Oh, and make sure you crush it really good.

- Is he gonna be okay?

Oh yeah, he'll be fine. We just gotta

get him out of these wet clothes.

Sweetheart, do you have

some fresh things for him?

Uh, yeah, I think.

You poor little thing.

You're so sweet.

Ow!!

I'm hungry.

What's goin' on?

- Eh... he's got a fever.

- It's a wonder we ain't all sick.

All this damn rain gets in the bones.

You a good neighbor, Marge.

I'll see you out.

- Listen, maybe you oughta take him to see a doctor?

- That costs money we ain't got.

We ain't used to sickness in this house.

He'll burn it off, be fine.

- Good day, Marge.

- You're bleeding.

Well, look at that. It must be dried

out from the stove in the shed.

It's the Maker,

tellin' us it's time.

Mama has gone to the Lord.

Now it is just the three of us.

Father has changed greatly these past few weeks.

He keeps to himself in a back chamber of the cave,

quoting scripture and weeping at night.

I suspect I know the great

secret father has kept from us.

As father's mind unravels, our

survival has now become my burden.

It is with love that I do this.

God's will be done.

Alyce Parker.

Lamb's Day, 1782.

We're gonna have to call the Kimbles.

Hold this.

Help me.

- Help me.

- I can't do this! I can't...

- We have no choice now.

- You're gonna leave me for that police boy.

Nothing comes between this family.

Okay? Nothing!

I need you.

I can not do this alone.

Please help me, Rose.

Go, please help me!

I'm sorry, Mrs. Stratton.

I promise you're going to a better place.

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