We Are What We Are

"It is with love that I do this.

God's will be done." ~ Alyce Parker

Please God, watch over my babies.

Please just come home again.

- Hey.

- How's it goin'?

This way.

Put it down over here.

Can I help you, Mrs. Parker?

Mrs. Parker? Mrs. Parker?

Mrs. Parker, can I help you?

- You okay?

- It's the dampness, it, uh...

gets in my head.

It's gonna get a lot worse before it gets better.

- Snap Pops!

- Sorry, buddy, no Snap Pops.

- Snap Pops.

- It's the first day with abstinence. You know the rules.

- Snap Pops.

- Milk or tea.

Sorry, honey, it's only till after Sunday.

- Why?

- Because it's the fast, which means that we can't eat.

No flesh, no fruit, no grain.

Drink your milk, it'll fill you up.

Now, don't chug it, it's

gonna give you a belly ache.

I don't know what she was thinking,

leaving those clothes out like that.

Her headaches have been getting worse.

I wish Daddy would let her see a doctor.

You know how he feels about that.

Mr Parker? Mr Parker.

Stay here.

Daddy!

Spit it out.

- Hey.

- Hi, Doc.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

The roads are a mess.

I'm Doc Barrow.

We know. You delivered our baby

brother, Rory, up at the house.

- Oh yeah, Rory, little Rory. How is he?

- He's, um... getting big.

Good. Where is your father?

He couldn't make it.

He's still grieving.

Well I can understand that, sweetie.

It's tough.

- They said that she drowned.

- Well, I won't know, hon, until I do a full examination.

You mean autopsy.

Yes, an autopsy.

It's the law.

You know, I'm so sorry, it's been a long time, and

you've grown so much, I just can't remember your name.

- Iris.

- Iris. And you?

- Rose.

- Iris and Rose.

Well, I only need one of you

to make the identification.

I'll do it.

- I'll do it.

- Okay. This way, sweetie.

Rose, we'll be right back.

Mr Parker?

Mr. Parker, it's wet out here.

She's in a better place, Mr. Parker.

We say that. Do we believe it?

Emma Parker. 47 years old.

Liver healthy. Moderate calcification

on the left ventricular arteries.

Sign of pill rolling.

Atrophy of right vastus lateralis -

- suggesting early onset of Parkinson's.

What about Lamb's Day, Daddy?

We do it the way that

we've always done it.

Two days, and we will carry on.

But Mama's gone.

What?

- Mama's gone.

- It's what we do, Rose. We continue.

Iris is the eldest daughter.

It's her responsibility now.

Tree's down.

Creek's washed out.

Fetch some candles, Rose.

I'll let them know what's going

on down at the trailer park.

You're not a'scared, are you?

Are you scared?

Don't be scared.

Jesus gonna be here

Oh, He gonna be here soon

Jesus gonna be here

He gonna be here soon

- When is Jesus gonna be here?

- Soon.

Yeah, He's gonna be here soon.

That's my boy.

Sing it.

- Shhh.

- Sing it.

Daddy's home.

What is it, boy?

Huh.

Come on, come on.

Mr. and Mrs. Kimble, uh... in these

situations, 99 times out of a hundred

the missing person is safe, just

can't get to a working phone.

Your daughter's probably at somebody's house, a friend's

house, just as worried about you as you are about her.

But, uh, she's our only child, and

she never hasn't come home before.

I understand that, but I got... I got

roads closed, lines down, bridges out.

Let's give it 24 hours. If she doesn't make contact

by then, we'll, uh, we'll put out an alert. Okay?

Emily!

I need you to make copies of that photo, and

put out an MPR on a Valerie Kimble, all right?

I'm on it.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, I know it's a

bad time for you, but...

uh, I'm finished

with this place, uh...

There's no work, and now this damn

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