In Plain Sight (2008–2012): Season 4, Episode 6 - Something A-mish - full transcript
After a young Amish woman witnesses another member of her community gunned down by members of a biker gang, she and her husband reluctantly enter WITSEC under Mary's and Marshall's supervision. Soon, however, it begins to appear that her husband likes leaving the restrictions of Amish life behind much better than his wife, making it difficult for her to adjust to the ways of "the English." In the meantime, Mary becomes increasingly puzzled by her sudden weight gain, craving for sweets, and revulsion at the taste of coffee.
Father, the doctor was clear-
no heavy lifting.
He doesn't know my back
like I do.
Nor do you.
It's a weight I can handle.
I'll be fine.
But you-
you seem preoccupied,
as if you're expecting
the lord himself
to walk up that road.
- No, it's just Yonni.
- Oh.
Well, it would be hard
to confuse the two.
It's just, he should have
been back already.
Oh, now, it's a long way
from Harrisburg.
He's accustomed to the trip.
I'm sure he's just delayed.
Hey, freak.
Remember me?
To raise a child,
says an African proverb,
and one first lady of note,
it takes a village,
a community.
Families splashing
at a car wash
to support the local school.
Seeding a little league field
in advance of opening day.
That's not how it went
in our house.
We never made it to the car wash
or the bake sales.
Our communal experiences
meant ducking debt collectors
and the FBI,
which wasn't without
its lessons.
Shutting all the lights off, a
sudden makeshift hide and seek,
or moving every month or two
teaches you quick to count
on a community of one.
You know how at Lent
you give up desserts for God?
It's not just desserts,
but yeah.
I need that kind of motivation.
Except that's not really
your thing.
Giving up desserts?
God, Lent. What are you
talking about, anyway?
Are you-
are you kidding me? These!
And six long weeks
of Georgia pie.
You do like your pie.
Women who whine about it
going straight to their hips,
they don't know how good
they have it.
Me, it goes straight
to my rack.
Look at me, I'm like
the grand tetons over here.
- I wouldn't know.
- Uh-huh.
Anyway, Georgia wasn't
a total loss.
I think the newbies
at the training center
actually enjoyed your
cranky brand of wisdom.
Talk about six weeks
down the drain.
No way they'll ever be
legit WITSEC inspectors.
Meanwhile, the Amish have
super-crappy cell service.
Or a timeless way of life
without the encroachment
of technology
or the false God of progress.
- You say tomato...
- I say suck it!
Jesus... it's like
they're putting on a play,
except it's this boring,
terrible play.
The kind they drag you to
in grade school.
Yeah.
But this case could be
resolved before trial.
My daughter might not have
to testify.
Her identity would never
be known.
That's if you can depend
on the discretion
of the good people
at the local courthouse.
They promised secrecy.
We were told that
every detail of the case,
including my wife's identity,
would be kept confidential.
I wish I could assure you
that the court system observed
the proper safeguards
every time, but...
Look, you need
24-hour protection,
and the local police get pulled
in a couple hours.
They're not equipped to protect
one person around the clock.
Especially against the-
what are they called again?
The bikers?
- Hell's Vanguard.
- Right. Hell's Vanguard.
These are dangerous people,
sir.
We're talking drugs and guns.
And you're a danger to them.
Look, in other words-
this is ridiculously good pie,
by the way,
and I'm a pie person.
Staying here is not an option.
- We understand.
- Good.
No. I just-I can't.
This is-this is my home.
This is everything that I am.
And those two men
were caught, so-
You're right. Two of them
were caught.
But the shooter is
still out there, Sarah.
So your choice isn't
if you should go, it's how soon.
I'm sorry, Inspectors,
but this issue
has been settled.
Gelassenheit is how
we respond to evil.
Acceptance of God's will.
Not the sneezing thing.
- Copy.
- Our elders have ruled
that Sarah may testify
in this case.
But she will not
be permitted to leave us
for the world of the English.
Separation from your world
is central to our beliefs.
We're safe here.
The community will protect us.
We cannot advise you
strongly enough to reconsider.
Look, if these guys
show up again,
you can't just herd 'em
into a silo
and smother 'em with grain.
Witness. Harrison Ford?
No?
Okay, look, it's getting late.
At this point,
we've missed our flight.
Why don't we all just
sleep on it tonight?
We'll come back
in the morning, okay?
Nonsense.
You're tired. It's late.
We have two spare rooms.
- You will spend the night.
- You want to stick close?
I'd rather die,
but we probably should.
Thank you, Eli.
We'd love to stay.
We'll settle this
in the morning.
Home run on that pie,
by the way.
- You don't mind if I...
- Oh, please.
Hey, that's great.
Thank you so much.
What?
I'll go halfsies with you.
- Marshall!
- Done with the Amish jokes.
- Why? They're funny.
- They're not.
And before you ask, no,
I haven't seen the remote.
Ugh...
What about a pillow?
You seen an extra pillow?
These beds suck!
I swear to God, I think
my mattress is made of wood.
Oh, no.
What are you doing?
No, no, no, no!
Eli was just being polite.
He didn't expect you
to actually wear 'em.
- Can you not handle this?
- Oh, my God.
Put 'em away, Ichabod.
Yecch!
Here.
Oh... hey, hey.
One more thing.
I'm not giving you my pie.
- Hoarder.
- Glutton.
Wait, wait.
Where's the bathroom?
- Now, that's funny.
- What's funny?
- The bathroom.
- The bathroom's funny?
No, the fact that
it's outside is.
Yonni?
Shh, shh, shh...
What you think you saw,
you shouldn't have seen.
Now, get down.
Please, you have
no reason to fear me.
I said get down on your knees.
You first, knob-job.
Hands away from your body!
On your knees.
Hands behind your head. Down!
Don't let the sexy pj's fool you,
he's a lot meaner than he looks.
- What on Earth?
- It's okay, Eli. Stand back.
- Sarah, my gosh!
- I'm okay. I'm okay.
So, that community
protection...
What, are they off nights?
Since 1970, the Federal
Witness Protection Program
has relocated
thousands of witnesses,
some criminal, some not,
to neighborhoods
all across the country.
Every one of those individuals
shares a unique attribute,
distinguishing them from the rest
of the general population.
And that is,
somebody wants them dead.
The look on Sarah's face
when we saw the plane
on the tarmac,
it was like we were going
to the Moon on a pogo stick.
I thought she was gonna ask
how the metal bird
stays in the air.
The husband's spent much time
outside the ancestral homeland?
In their circles,
he's a veritable
citizen of the world
after two years in Philly
on a Rumspringa.
Rumspringa.
Acclimating these two
is gonna be a bear.
You got your work
cut out for you
teaching them to blend in.
Blend in?
Stan, you seen these idiots?
It's like the first
Thanksgiving.
Well, let's not waste
any time, all right?
The faster we throw 'em
in the deep end,
get 'em out of the house,
into a job, the better.
for butter-churning gigs,
so...
Chief, I've taken them
through the MOU,
but we sort of hit a speed bump
at the benefits package.
What?
What are they holding out for,
the Cadillac plan?
Actually, it's about tools.
- Yeah.
- Story of my life.
See, it says right here
"An allotment
for woodworking implements
not to exceed the amount
of $250."
I'll be lucky to buy
one saw with this money.
We don't generally provide
designer saws.
You don't understand.
I'm a Finnish carpenter.
- Yes, Yonni is an-
- No, Sarah,
there's no more Yonni, okay?
It's Jonathan, and it's really,
really important.
- Do you understand?
- Of course. I'm sorry.
It's just one more thing that
I'll need to get used to here.
What I meant to say was
at home,
Jonathan's cabinet-making skills
were very much in demand.
All right, well,
cabinet-making is
out of the question now.
It's too direct an identifier.
I'm sure we'll find something
to match your skill set.
If that's what you think
is best.
It is.
What do they say?
"Idle hands," right?
Are the something something?
They are, yes. They are
the something something.
Listen, Jonathan,
I just set up a meeting
with an overburdened,
understaffed
contractor friend of mine.
If you hit it off,
you could start right away.
Inspectors, uh,
thank you so much.
You see?
It's gonna work out.
We're gonna be fine here.
And then you just...
You see?
No matter where you are,
the navigation system
will lead you back here.
- You'll never get lost.
- Fantastic.
This will make Sarah much more
comfortable when she drives.
Drive? Me?
Jonathan, are you crazy?
I'll teach you.
We'll have fun.
You'll see.
Hey, Brandi, what's up?
Okay, it's been
a month and a half, Mary.
A month and a half
of trying to find out from you
how things went with Mark.
Stop dodging.
Of course,
if things did go well,
who's gonna give Brandi
any credit?
Look, Brandi, I'm really busy.
Is there an actual
question in there?
Now Mark won't even talk to me.
He won't even chat me back
on Facebook.
Still waiting on the questions.
There's a story here,
so spill it.
Okay, fine.
Yes, there is a story here,
and it is really steamy.
Here's what happened.
Disconnected.
Technology.
Here we go.
Okay, good.
Now, we should probably
run through
some of these appliances.
Oh, it's fine.
Jonathan and I can
read through the manuals.
And the stove isn't
terribly different
from the one that
we have at home.
Minus the kindling
and the frantic
rubbing together of sticks.
Something like that. Yes.
Though we do use
matchsticks, Mary.
Hey, whatever magic
you gotta do.
Just remember, when you're
pulling pie out of that thing,
I am your first
and only phone call.
Understood.
Oh, this is, um,
the early stages of a sweater
that I'm making for my husband.
Hmm.
Don't worry, it will be
alive with color.
Nothing plain, I know.
Plain's fine.
But just Banana Republic plain,
not Intercourse plain.
Sorry. That's a clothing store.
I'll take you sometime.
I'd like that.
Actually, the mall's
not a bad place
to find you a job.
I guess so.
But it's just Yonni-
Jonathan-
doesn't want me to work
outside of our home.
Right.
Look, Sarah, I get that
you were raised differently.
I respect that. But now,
I mean, you have options
other than just making a home.
Well, what's wrong
with that, though?
So you not want a home
or family?
No, no, that's not
what I meant.
I mean, I chose not
to have a family.
But out here,
in the English world,
that's an okay choice.
It's more than okay, it's-
Sarah.
You have to see this.
Look what the marshals got us.
Uh, Jonathan...
We talked about this,
and we agreed-
no television in our home.
But we have to connect
to the rest of the world now.
This is how people get connected
and stay that way.
But you promised me.
Sarah...
We'll talk about this later.
If that's what you want.
Hey...
Fits and starts.
That's what it's gonna
be like for you guys.
Maybe for a while,
but it gets better.
I promise.
And you're not alone.
One of us will call you
twice a day.
Morning and night.
However, if pie's involved...
I call you.
You're adjusting already.
Mary?
Hey, you saved me a phone call.
Why were you gonna call me?
Because I wanted
to talk to you.
You got a minute?
Believe it or not, detective,
I'm busy looking for
a knitting group.
Oh, when you're looking
for a meth lab
or a chop shop, I'm your gal.
Knitting, not my thing.
By all means, have a seat.
So here's the deal.
I am thinking
of buying Marshall
a first edition
of Leaves of Grass.
Do you know
if he has it already?
Yeah, right.
'Cause I've got Marshall's
pretentious book collection
memorized.
I just thought you might.
Tell me you're not
one of those psycho girlfriends
trolling for intel
about the guy she's dating.
Mary, this isn't
a trick question.
It's not espionage.
You know Marshall better
than he knows himself,
and you sit five feet
away from him
for ten hours a day.
I figured you might know
if he had the book.
Never heard him mention it.
You could give it a shot.
But if you go down in flames,
I'm not your gal.
Okay then.
Look, I'm sorry I'm so cranky.
I don't know what's wrong
with me today.
It's just,
I can't seem to wake up.
The coffee's usually
so good here.
They get it in
from Costa Rica or something.
And today it tastes like-
what's Spanish for "dish water"?
Maybe you're coming down
with a cold.
Do you know what's great
for that? Herbal tea.
Tea is for
the sickly and the spineless.
Between the antioxidants
and botanicals,
it's got loads
of medicinal benefits.
I'll keep an eye out
for the book.
So we're good then?
Is that a wrap on the girl talk?
Thank you, Mary.
And for the record,
you don't look sick.
That's quite a compliment.
Thank you.
Hey, Sarah, it's Mary again.
Checking in... again.
Call me.
Don't forget to hit "send."
Mary?
Jonathan?
Jesus. Hey.
Where's Sarah?
She's not inside?
No. And she's not
answering her phone.
She probably went on a walk.
She likes to do that-
to walk...
- Oh, boy.
- And talk and talk...
Oh, my God,
you are fully loaded.
This just gets better
and better.
Oh!
Wow.
Your breath is flammable.
Just back up.
Yeah?
Hey, it's me again,
with a double dose
of good news.
Sarah's missing,
and Jonathan just stumbled home,
drunk as a sailor on leave,
minus the naval charm.
Just about to call you
with a late update.
Abigail and I are headed
over to APD.
- Sarah was just brought in.
- What the hell? For what?
Brace yourself. She was
rounded up in a vice sweep
along with seven prostitutes
Wow. You can take the girl
out of Intercourse...
Yeah, this is not
your father's Amish couple.
I wasn't aware downing
a fifth of bourbon
was part of the Amish way.
I picked up some bad habits
during my Rumspringa.
- Hmm.
- Some I brought back.
Look, Jonathan,
you're lit up, she's downtown.
What the hell happened?
I got good news earlier-
the carpentry job.
I had a drink-one-
to celebrate.
She didn't like that.
Never does.
We argued, I left.
I was gonna take a drive.
Great idea.
And original.
Sarah, she hid my key.
So I took off on foot
until I found a bar...
And I had a drink.
Not just one this time.
No.
- Oh, God.
- No. No.
No. No, no, no!
Don't-oh, damn it!
Oh...
Don't touch me.
Oh, God!
Drunk's contagious.
Who knew?
Jonathan smells bad,
but no offense, you look worse.
Don't ask.
It was a horrifying
chain reaction kind of thing.
How's Sarah?
Well, she wasn't
formally arrested.
My guys took one look
and realized
she wasn't exactly
one of the girls.
But she didn't have
a good reason for being there,
so they brought her in
to sort things out.
Professional courtesy
noted and appreciated.
Procedure requires we obtain
a formal statement.
We're having
a pretty busy night,
so it may take a while.
Procedure's for people
who don't know people.
That was a grade "A"
solicitous pause I just made,
so...
You're right.
You do know people.
Thank you.
- That was nice.
- Whatever.
Hey.
Sarah Collins...
Come with me.
If she gets to go,
I should too.
All we were doing was
talking on the street.
You'll have your night
in court.
You can tell it to the judge.
Hey, take care
of yourself, Sarah.
Oh, yes, I will.
Thanks, Evita.
I took a walk.
I kept going until
I couldn't find my way back
to the house.
Anyway, I met these women.
Evita asked for
some cigarette money.
Evita? Excellent.
She got her hooker name
in summer stock.
Well, she was very kind.
And this was after Jonathan...
He'd gone out to look for
some tools at the Home Depot.
I see.
He called about
an hour or so later,
and he was still looking
for the right saw.
Mm-hmm.
I went out, and I just-
I-I lost my way.
And what about your phone?
Did you lose that too?
I forgot it.
Jesus!
What?
It's this coffee.
Oh. Mine is delicious.
Would you like some?
No, no.
No, thank you. Thanks.
I thought we were having
Greek for lunch... in an hour.
We are.
I don't know,
ever since the Amish, I've just
been craving apple pie.
So how do we want
to play this contradiction
in their stories?
I'm not sure.
All I know is minus the bibles
and the barn raising
and those ridiculous outfits,
they're pretty much
like the rest of us.
Hopes deferred,
secrets and lies.
Periodic bouts with bad breath.
Obviously something squirrelly
with those two.
The question is which one is lying?
We gotta pick?
Look, part of adjusting-
and it's hard, I know-
is forming relationships.
Right? Finding a common ground,
common interests.
Just try to think of it as
building a new community.
I don't want
a new community, Mary.
The people back home, they-
they knew me and they liked me.
So will these people.
Of course they're gonna
like you.
Plus, you'll blow 'em away
with your half-stitched,
triple salchow,
rock 'em sock 'em knitting.
- Was I even close?
- Not really.
Okay, come on.
Time to make friends.
Welcome, ladies.
You must be Mary and Sarah.
- Hi.
- Have a seat.
I'm Bernice.
We spoke on the phone.
Good. Yes, I'm Mary,
and this is Sarah.
My friend Sarah.
She's kinda shy,
but she's one heck of a knitter.
Watch out.
Oh, we're on
all different levels here.
Some of us are working
on simple blankets,
and the more adventurous
of us are trying our hands
- at baby booties.
- Boy.
- What about you, Mary?
- Baby booties? No.
Let's go. Knit.
Oh... an Irish cable yoke
cardigan.
That's quite a difficult knit.
Oh, it's for my husband.
Oh, so you're married.
I see.
You see.
What-what do you see?
Sarah, I'm guessing you knit
for the same reason we all do.
What would that be?
Sexual frustration, of course.
Oh, my holy God.
Living with my Charlie
all these years,
I have to do something
with these roaming hands.
Okay. Okay,
so we'll be leaving now.
Good luck, ladies,
with your booties.
Come back soon!
Wow. Okay,
that was horrendous.
I mean, that was
grannies gone wild
knitting porno weirdness.
I am so sorry.
I'm going home, Mary.
Look, all right,
that was clearly a bust,
but there's a million
other ways-
No, I'm going home
to Pennsylvania.
No, you're not.
You're absolutely not, Sarah.
You can't.
You said that until I testify,
I'm in control.
So don't tell me where
I can and I can't go.
You're supposed to try
talking to Jonathan that way,
- not me.
- His name is Yonni.
It's Yonni.
Come here for a minute.
Come here.
This is what's waiting
for you at home.
Look familiar?
Greener grass isn't all
it's cracked up to be.
Holy crap!
Sweet spread.
- You'll spot me right?
- Stan's treat.
Really?
I already told you I'm not going
back to that training center.
Not for six weeks.
Not for six minutes.
All those bright-eyed
WITSEC wannabes.
So whatever you're
cooking up here...
This isn't bribery, Mary.
Actually, it's new policy.
Once a week staff lunches.
Delia's idea, actually.
And it's a good one.
I'll be the judge of that.
I think that goes
without saying.
Every Friday
we'll get together,
compare notes...
See if we can help
each other out
wherever we can.
More of a communal approach.
So why don't we get
the ball rolling,
and why don't you bring us
up to speed on the Amish, Mary?
Why don't you pass
the lo mein, Stan?
And just so we're clear,
all this communal approaches
and bringing everyone
up to speed,
I'm doing this under protest,
and only for the gratis
pu pu platter.
- Noted.
- Oh... what's that?
What's with the lame
girl portion?
Swimsuit season
fast approaches, Mary,
and the cost of me in a bikini
is an extra hour
on the elliptical.
But just you wait.
I will.
I will wait.
- So how's Sara adjusting, Mary?
- Not well.
I don't even know if she'll
make it to the stand.
It took everything I had
yesterday
to talk her off the ledge of a
one-way ticket back to Amish country.
Well, you might want to
book her a round trip.
The U.S. Attorney called
an hour ago.
He wants her in Harrisburg
for a preliminary hearing
next week.
Oh, great! Sarah gets a whiff
of fresh manure and hay bales,
she's liable to lock the door
on ever coming back.
My contractor friend called.
Jonathan left the site
for coffee three hours ago
with a woman
my guy described as
too hot for her own good.
You try his cell?
I just did. Twice.
Not answering seems
to run in the family.
I wish it ran in mine.
You've got two minutes.
I'm in the middle
of ten things right now.
I told you.
For weeks now, I knew it,
but you just refuse to fess up.
Something did happen
between you and Mark.
Look, I don't know
what you're talking about,
and I don't have time
to find out.
Even if I told you about
the 20-year-old photos
of you guys
that he's posting
all over his Facebook wall?
Mark's Facebook wall?
There's a reliable source.
Okay, Mark acting all coy now,
but apparently,
when he got back,
he went on and on
about his trip here,
and was all old times this
and old times that.
Look, Brandi,
seriously, I gotta go.
He posted a Michael Buble song.
Michael Buble.
Mary, Buble. Buble!
Now you're just making sounds.
All right, tell me
you guys didn't hook up.
What's that?
There's an emergency, Stan?
Mary...
No, he hasn't called,
and I don't know anything
about the woman
you say he went to coffee with.
But I'm sure that he has
an explanation.
Jonathan told me about
the disagreement
you two had the other night.
He didn't mention anything
about going to Home Depot
to shop for tools.
Well...
In our community,
we're taught not to
discuss family problems
outside of the family-
it's our way.
Sarah, it isn't 1950, or 1750.
You're allowed to speak
for yourself.
After Jonathan took
his Rumspringa,
he returned for his baptism.
He needed it more than most.
And we all knew that he had done
many... English things
while he was away.
Well, once you hit
a certain blood alcohol level,
it's more Irish than English.
What? I'm allowed.
I'm Irish.
Jonathan had been out of touch
for much of the time,
and his parents feared
that he wouldn't return.
But when he did,
he told me there had been...
Women...
Many women that...
Had an hourly rate.
So last night,
when he left the house...
And didn't go shopping
for tools...
I was concerned.
I followed him,
and I saw that he was talking
to one of those women.
Evita.
And after he left,
I went over to see
what he wanted from her.
To see if he had gone back
to his old ways.
He hadn't,
but before I could learn more,
there were sirens.
So he was just talking to her?
Yes. It was nothing.
They had a mutual friend
in Philadelphia.
- A mutual friend?
- Is that enough for you?
Sarah, we have to move you.
Delia, run me a report
on Jonathan's cell-
- everything in and out.
- A move? Why?
Because, as much as we want
you to make friends here,
mutual friends are a red flag.
Sorry, that's our way.
Come on. Let's go.
You'd figure growing up
with their code,
the rectitude,
the culture of abstention,
- would help him to-
- Keep it in his pants?
He's a guy.
What do you want?
Ah, so in the eternal conflict
between nature and nurture-
Hold that thought
for, you know, ever.
Hey, Stan. Talk to me.
- Witness secured?
- Yeah.
She's at a hotel with
an armed detail at her door
in case she decides to take
another moonlit stroll.
We ID'ed the woman and
picked up Jonathan at his job.
She had quite a rap sheet
for solicitation,
a bunch of low-level
drug busts.
Double threat.
Tell me her name's Evita.
How the hell did you know that?
I'm a good guesser.
You have an address?
Yeah. Holding cell at APD.
She was just picked up again.
Bail fell through.
The cops are processing her
as we speak.
See if you can get us five.
We'll be there in ten.
All right.
Thanks.
So we understand your bail hit
an unexpected snag.
Yeah. My lawyer's working
on fixing that right now.
Kind of tough to find
another friend
to put up the bail,
though, huh?
- What are you offering?
- We've got friends here.
A good word, and maybe
that excessive bail
- becomes a little more makeable.
- You put that in writing?
Would you be okay
with calligraphy?
I was thinking calligraphy.
Speak.
We just need you
to point us in the direction
of Jonathan Collins.
Yeah, name's not
ringing a bell.
Here's a hint. He came
to see you the other night.
Oh, gosh, where are my manners?
I should probably narrow that
down for you, huh?
You picked him up
at his place of employment
this afternoon.
Oh, Yonni.
Yonni put a call in
to his friend back in Philly
who turned him on to me.
He thought it'd be a good idea
if me and Yonni spoke.
- About?
- Business.
Yonni's looking to move
some serious weight.
- Booger sugar.
- How serious?
A key, at least.
- Not stepped on.
- Huh.
Pure. He was shipping it in
from Philly.
I told him he had
the wrong girl.
You know where he is now?
Do I look like
I know where he is?
You look like a girl
without bail.
I don't know
what to tell you, mama.
Yonni said something
about some other buyer
with deeper pockets
he got from my friend
back in Philly.
- I wish I had a name.
- Yeah, me too.
Hey. Hey,
what about my deal, baby?
We'll talk to our friends.
I wanna talk to you.
Gosh, I'm so sorry.
Sorry.
I didn't lie.
I never lied.
I just-Philadelphia, I-
I didn't tell the whole truth.
Yeah. No kidding.
I swear to God,
take off the bonnet,
blow up the barn,
witnesses are all the same.
Sarah, we've had marshals
searching for your husband
since yesterday afternoon.
Your husband is in trouble.
You need to let us help.
I'd hoped that all this
was in our past,
and that's why
I held things back.
And because Jonathan is
my husband,
and he's all that I have.
Then you knew what he did
on Rumspringa.
You knew about the drugs.
Sarah, come on!
The whole truth
and nothing but.
Now!
Soon after we were married,
I found some drugs
in a bag under the bed.
And when I confronted him,
he promised that
he would stop using them...
And he did.
And I was happy and grateful.
And... it turns out that he-
he had started selling them
to others among us.
And... he was caught
within weeks.
There was nothing
about an arrest in his file.
His behavior was reported
to the church,
and he was sanctioned-
given an opportunity to repent.
And he said that he would.
He must have crossed
his fingers.
The men that I'm going
to testify against,
two weeks before they came,
there had been whispers that
they were looking for Jonathan.
That he had bought drugs
from them in Philadelphia,
and never paid.
Then why did you
even consider staying?
Jonathan said the same thing.
We fought bitterly,
and he wanted very much
to come into the program,
but I just prayed that
it would all go away.
Sarah, look at me.
This is needle
in the haystack time.
Is there anything-a name
you might have overheard?
A place?
The tiniest detail
that could tell us
where Jonathan might be?
I don't know. Um...
There was a-a name.
There was someone
that called Jonathan
on his cell phone
several times.
Someone that I'd
never heard of.
An Arnold E?
Mary, I've left my people
and my home.
Everything that I know.
And now Jonathan is
out there alone,
and he could be hurt, or worse.
Please
Arnold E. Is likely
Arnold Esposito.
Joint DEA/APD task forces
had him in their sights
since he got in from Chicago
late last year.
- Heavy hitter?
- Sounds like it.
He could easily move the type
of volume we're talking about.
We have an address.
I'll text it to you
- and send over a car.
- Thanks for the information.
I'd appreciate you
being careful with it.
Marshall, wear your vest.
Jesus. Jonathan!
Marshall, 911.
Jonathan?
Jonathan, look at me.
Jonathan, can you hear me?
- Hey, Jonathan.
- I'm a Federal Marshal.
I need an ambulance
at 321 San Fernando Southwest
for a gunshot wound.
Everybody good?
Be better when these assholes
are picking girlfriends
in prison.
We've got checkpoints
on both interstates.
DEA's on it.
I need you back at your desk.
What are you talking about
back at my desk?
We've got a stack of paperwork
ten feet high.
After that, we're doing
a full-scale review.
I want to know exactly
how we wound up here.
I'll give you
the full-scale review right now.
Jonathan's friend in Philly
gave him up.
Hell's Vanguard
called in a hit.
They finally took payment
for the drugs Jonathan stole.
Task force commander says
the suspects have been spotted
along the 25.
They're in pursuit.
Hopefully that'll
convince Sarah
- she can't go home again.
- Not gonna need to.
U.S. Attorney in Harrisburg
has Hell's Vanguard
looking to deal.
At least Sarah won't have
to testify.
She still gets to go home
for her husband's funeral.
That ought to be a fun trip.
Sarah, there's no easy way
to go
through something like this.
We're not gonna act
like there is.
Losing your husband...
Losing Yonni
the way that you have,
it's unspeakable.
So sorry.
Maybe being home,
even for a few days-
being around what's familiar-
I hope that'll be
of some comfort to you.
Mr. McQueen...
I'm not coming back.
Look, I'm sorry, but...
Sarah, this-this isn't
even a discussion.
Okay, yes, these men
are going away,
but it doesn't change the fact
that you witnessed
what they did.
No, it's-
it's not where I am
or where I would be.
It's where I wouldn't be.
Sarah, this is a mistake.
The idea of you counting on
an army
of sideburns and pitchforks
to ward off danger...
I don't like it.
But, Mary, don't you see?
You were right.
It's not 1950 anymore.
And I have to listen
to my own voice now.
And I've-
I've had my Rumspringa,
and I've seen this world,
and I can change my name,
I can change my address,
but my heart,
I know where it belongs.
And a life in Albuquerque-
destiny has other ideas.
Destiny?
It's not as simple as that.
But it is.
It is.
It's my choice, Mary,
and I'm making it.
♪ ♪
Community is not exactly
one size fits all.
One man's slice of heaven
is another man's hell hole.
The lucky few fit in
from the start like a glove,
always with the wind
at their backs
and a place to call home,
surrounded by parents, kids,
and the green of the grass.
♪ ♪
For some, though,
all the community
you'll ever need
can be found
on the other side of the room.
So here's something.
I'm kind of...
How should I put this?
- I'm...
- Expecting?
With child?
In a family way?
How'd you know?
Mary, you're my partner,
you're my best friend.
I'm with you all the time.
Yeah, and?
And lately your, uh-
your-
Eww, Marshall. Just-
You do like a pie,
but your liking pie
is nothing new.
- What's new is the-
- Okay. Got it.
Also, there was the vomiting,
as well as something
Abigail mentioned
about you hating
the taste of coffee?
All of a sudden,
I can't drink it
without wanting to hurl.
Can you believe that?
I can't drink coffee.
Good luck with that,
by the way.
Yeah. Yeah.
So she knows?
Abigail?
No.
I'm not gonna talk
to her about it
before I talk to you.
Why didn't you say anything?
Well, Mary...
The thing is, I-
I just thought-
I kinda thought...
That it wasn't my place.
That book...
So did you have it already?
Yeah, but not a first edition.
- I love first editions.
- I know.
I mean, I know now.
Yeah. So...
Mark.
Who says you can't
go home again?
Yeah.
So all the available options,
what's your next move?
Hell if I know.
My God, this sucks.
Hey... what?
God damn herbal tea.
It's for the spineless
and the sickly.
Let me tell you what I love
about first editions.
Please don't,
The intimacy it provides
to the reader
in terms of the author's
original intention.
In the case of Walt Whitman...
no heavy lifting.
He doesn't know my back
like I do.
Nor do you.
It's a weight I can handle.
I'll be fine.
But you-
you seem preoccupied,
as if you're expecting
the lord himself
to walk up that road.
- No, it's just Yonni.
- Oh.
Well, it would be hard
to confuse the two.
It's just, he should have
been back already.
Oh, now, it's a long way
from Harrisburg.
He's accustomed to the trip.
I'm sure he's just delayed.
Hey, freak.
Remember me?
To raise a child,
says an African proverb,
and one first lady of note,
it takes a village,
a community.
Families splashing
at a car wash
to support the local school.
Seeding a little league field
in advance of opening day.
That's not how it went
in our house.
We never made it to the car wash
or the bake sales.
Our communal experiences
meant ducking debt collectors
and the FBI,
which wasn't without
its lessons.
Shutting all the lights off, a
sudden makeshift hide and seek,
or moving every month or two
teaches you quick to count
on a community of one.
You know how at Lent
you give up desserts for God?
It's not just desserts,
but yeah.
I need that kind of motivation.
Except that's not really
your thing.
Giving up desserts?
God, Lent. What are you
talking about, anyway?
Are you-
are you kidding me? These!
And six long weeks
of Georgia pie.
You do like your pie.
Women who whine about it
going straight to their hips,
they don't know how good
they have it.
Me, it goes straight
to my rack.
Look at me, I'm like
the grand tetons over here.
- I wouldn't know.
- Uh-huh.
Anyway, Georgia wasn't
a total loss.
I think the newbies
at the training center
actually enjoyed your
cranky brand of wisdom.
Talk about six weeks
down the drain.
No way they'll ever be
legit WITSEC inspectors.
Meanwhile, the Amish have
super-crappy cell service.
Or a timeless way of life
without the encroachment
of technology
or the false God of progress.
- You say tomato...
- I say suck it!
Jesus... it's like
they're putting on a play,
except it's this boring,
terrible play.
The kind they drag you to
in grade school.
Yeah.
But this case could be
resolved before trial.
My daughter might not have
to testify.
Her identity would never
be known.
That's if you can depend
on the discretion
of the good people
at the local courthouse.
They promised secrecy.
We were told that
every detail of the case,
including my wife's identity,
would be kept confidential.
I wish I could assure you
that the court system observed
the proper safeguards
every time, but...
Look, you need
24-hour protection,
and the local police get pulled
in a couple hours.
They're not equipped to protect
one person around the clock.
Especially against the-
what are they called again?
The bikers?
- Hell's Vanguard.
- Right. Hell's Vanguard.
These are dangerous people,
sir.
We're talking drugs and guns.
And you're a danger to them.
Look, in other words-
this is ridiculously good pie,
by the way,
and I'm a pie person.
Staying here is not an option.
- We understand.
- Good.
No. I just-I can't.
This is-this is my home.
This is everything that I am.
And those two men
were caught, so-
You're right. Two of them
were caught.
But the shooter is
still out there, Sarah.
So your choice isn't
if you should go, it's how soon.
I'm sorry, Inspectors,
but this issue
has been settled.
Gelassenheit is how
we respond to evil.
Acceptance of God's will.
Not the sneezing thing.
- Copy.
- Our elders have ruled
that Sarah may testify
in this case.
But she will not
be permitted to leave us
for the world of the English.
Separation from your world
is central to our beliefs.
We're safe here.
The community will protect us.
We cannot advise you
strongly enough to reconsider.
Look, if these guys
show up again,
you can't just herd 'em
into a silo
and smother 'em with grain.
Witness. Harrison Ford?
No?
Okay, look, it's getting late.
At this point,
we've missed our flight.
Why don't we all just
sleep on it tonight?
We'll come back
in the morning, okay?
Nonsense.
You're tired. It's late.
We have two spare rooms.
- You will spend the night.
- You want to stick close?
I'd rather die,
but we probably should.
Thank you, Eli.
We'd love to stay.
We'll settle this
in the morning.
Home run on that pie,
by the way.
- You don't mind if I...
- Oh, please.
Hey, that's great.
Thank you so much.
What?
I'll go halfsies with you.
- Marshall!
- Done with the Amish jokes.
- Why? They're funny.
- They're not.
And before you ask, no,
I haven't seen the remote.
Ugh...
What about a pillow?
You seen an extra pillow?
These beds suck!
I swear to God, I think
my mattress is made of wood.
Oh, no.
What are you doing?
No, no, no, no!
Eli was just being polite.
He didn't expect you
to actually wear 'em.
- Can you not handle this?
- Oh, my God.
Put 'em away, Ichabod.
Yecch!
Here.
Oh... hey, hey.
One more thing.
I'm not giving you my pie.
- Hoarder.
- Glutton.
Wait, wait.
Where's the bathroom?
- Now, that's funny.
- What's funny?
- The bathroom.
- The bathroom's funny?
No, the fact that
it's outside is.
Yonni?
Shh, shh, shh...
What you think you saw,
you shouldn't have seen.
Now, get down.
Please, you have
no reason to fear me.
I said get down on your knees.
You first, knob-job.
Hands away from your body!
On your knees.
Hands behind your head. Down!
Don't let the sexy pj's fool you,
he's a lot meaner than he looks.
- What on Earth?
- It's okay, Eli. Stand back.
- Sarah, my gosh!
- I'm okay. I'm okay.
So, that community
protection...
What, are they off nights?
Since 1970, the Federal
Witness Protection Program
has relocated
thousands of witnesses,
some criminal, some not,
to neighborhoods
all across the country.
Every one of those individuals
shares a unique attribute,
distinguishing them from the rest
of the general population.
And that is,
somebody wants them dead.
The look on Sarah's face
when we saw the plane
on the tarmac,
it was like we were going
to the Moon on a pogo stick.
I thought she was gonna ask
how the metal bird
stays in the air.
The husband's spent much time
outside the ancestral homeland?
In their circles,
he's a veritable
citizen of the world
after two years in Philly
on a Rumspringa.
Rumspringa.
Acclimating these two
is gonna be a bear.
You got your work
cut out for you
teaching them to blend in.
Blend in?
Stan, you seen these idiots?
It's like the first
Thanksgiving.
Well, let's not waste
any time, all right?
The faster we throw 'em
in the deep end,
get 'em out of the house,
into a job, the better.
for butter-churning gigs,
so...
Chief, I've taken them
through the MOU,
but we sort of hit a speed bump
at the benefits package.
What?
What are they holding out for,
the Cadillac plan?
Actually, it's about tools.
- Yeah.
- Story of my life.
See, it says right here
"An allotment
for woodworking implements
not to exceed the amount
of $250."
I'll be lucky to buy
one saw with this money.
We don't generally provide
designer saws.
You don't understand.
I'm a Finnish carpenter.
- Yes, Yonni is an-
- No, Sarah,
there's no more Yonni, okay?
It's Jonathan, and it's really,
really important.
- Do you understand?
- Of course. I'm sorry.
It's just one more thing that
I'll need to get used to here.
What I meant to say was
at home,
Jonathan's cabinet-making skills
were very much in demand.
All right, well,
cabinet-making is
out of the question now.
It's too direct an identifier.
I'm sure we'll find something
to match your skill set.
If that's what you think
is best.
It is.
What do they say?
"Idle hands," right?
Are the something something?
They are, yes. They are
the something something.
Listen, Jonathan,
I just set up a meeting
with an overburdened,
understaffed
contractor friend of mine.
If you hit it off,
you could start right away.
Inspectors, uh,
thank you so much.
You see?
It's gonna work out.
We're gonna be fine here.
And then you just...
You see?
No matter where you are,
the navigation system
will lead you back here.
- You'll never get lost.
- Fantastic.
This will make Sarah much more
comfortable when she drives.
Drive? Me?
Jonathan, are you crazy?
I'll teach you.
We'll have fun.
You'll see.
Hey, Brandi, what's up?
Okay, it's been
a month and a half, Mary.
A month and a half
of trying to find out from you
how things went with Mark.
Stop dodging.
Of course,
if things did go well,
who's gonna give Brandi
any credit?
Look, Brandi, I'm really busy.
Is there an actual
question in there?
Now Mark won't even talk to me.
He won't even chat me back
on Facebook.
Still waiting on the questions.
There's a story here,
so spill it.
Okay, fine.
Yes, there is a story here,
and it is really steamy.
Here's what happened.
Disconnected.
Technology.
Here we go.
Okay, good.
Now, we should probably
run through
some of these appliances.
Oh, it's fine.
Jonathan and I can
read through the manuals.
And the stove isn't
terribly different
from the one that
we have at home.
Minus the kindling
and the frantic
rubbing together of sticks.
Something like that. Yes.
Though we do use
matchsticks, Mary.
Hey, whatever magic
you gotta do.
Just remember, when you're
pulling pie out of that thing,
I am your first
and only phone call.
Understood.
Oh, this is, um,
the early stages of a sweater
that I'm making for my husband.
Hmm.
Don't worry, it will be
alive with color.
Nothing plain, I know.
Plain's fine.
But just Banana Republic plain,
not Intercourse plain.
Sorry. That's a clothing store.
I'll take you sometime.
I'd like that.
Actually, the mall's
not a bad place
to find you a job.
I guess so.
But it's just Yonni-
Jonathan-
doesn't want me to work
outside of our home.
Right.
Look, Sarah, I get that
you were raised differently.
I respect that. But now,
I mean, you have options
other than just making a home.
Well, what's wrong
with that, though?
So you not want a home
or family?
No, no, that's not
what I meant.
I mean, I chose not
to have a family.
But out here,
in the English world,
that's an okay choice.
It's more than okay, it's-
Sarah.
You have to see this.
Look what the marshals got us.
Uh, Jonathan...
We talked about this,
and we agreed-
no television in our home.
But we have to connect
to the rest of the world now.
This is how people get connected
and stay that way.
But you promised me.
Sarah...
We'll talk about this later.
If that's what you want.
Hey...
Fits and starts.
That's what it's gonna
be like for you guys.
Maybe for a while,
but it gets better.
I promise.
And you're not alone.
One of us will call you
twice a day.
Morning and night.
However, if pie's involved...
I call you.
You're adjusting already.
Mary?
Hey, you saved me a phone call.
Why were you gonna call me?
Because I wanted
to talk to you.
You got a minute?
Believe it or not, detective,
I'm busy looking for
a knitting group.
Oh, when you're looking
for a meth lab
or a chop shop, I'm your gal.
Knitting, not my thing.
By all means, have a seat.
So here's the deal.
I am thinking
of buying Marshall
a first edition
of Leaves of Grass.
Do you know
if he has it already?
Yeah, right.
'Cause I've got Marshall's
pretentious book collection
memorized.
I just thought you might.
Tell me you're not
one of those psycho girlfriends
trolling for intel
about the guy she's dating.
Mary, this isn't
a trick question.
It's not espionage.
You know Marshall better
than he knows himself,
and you sit five feet
away from him
for ten hours a day.
I figured you might know
if he had the book.
Never heard him mention it.
You could give it a shot.
But if you go down in flames,
I'm not your gal.
Okay then.
Look, I'm sorry I'm so cranky.
I don't know what's wrong
with me today.
It's just,
I can't seem to wake up.
The coffee's usually
so good here.
They get it in
from Costa Rica or something.
And today it tastes like-
what's Spanish for "dish water"?
Maybe you're coming down
with a cold.
Do you know what's great
for that? Herbal tea.
Tea is for
the sickly and the spineless.
Between the antioxidants
and botanicals,
it's got loads
of medicinal benefits.
I'll keep an eye out
for the book.
So we're good then?
Is that a wrap on the girl talk?
Thank you, Mary.
And for the record,
you don't look sick.
That's quite a compliment.
Thank you.
Hey, Sarah, it's Mary again.
Checking in... again.
Call me.
Don't forget to hit "send."
Mary?
Jonathan?
Jesus. Hey.
Where's Sarah?
She's not inside?
No. And she's not
answering her phone.
She probably went on a walk.
She likes to do that-
to walk...
- Oh, boy.
- And talk and talk...
Oh, my God,
you are fully loaded.
This just gets better
and better.
Oh!
Wow.
Your breath is flammable.
Just back up.
Yeah?
Hey, it's me again,
with a double dose
of good news.
Sarah's missing,
and Jonathan just stumbled home,
drunk as a sailor on leave,
minus the naval charm.
Just about to call you
with a late update.
Abigail and I are headed
over to APD.
- Sarah was just brought in.
- What the hell? For what?
Brace yourself. She was
rounded up in a vice sweep
along with seven prostitutes
Wow. You can take the girl
out of Intercourse...
Yeah, this is not
your father's Amish couple.
I wasn't aware downing
a fifth of bourbon
was part of the Amish way.
I picked up some bad habits
during my Rumspringa.
- Hmm.
- Some I brought back.
Look, Jonathan,
you're lit up, she's downtown.
What the hell happened?
I got good news earlier-
the carpentry job.
I had a drink-one-
to celebrate.
She didn't like that.
Never does.
We argued, I left.
I was gonna take a drive.
Great idea.
And original.
Sarah, she hid my key.
So I took off on foot
until I found a bar...
And I had a drink.
Not just one this time.
No.
- Oh, God.
- No. No.
No. No, no, no!
Don't-oh, damn it!
Oh...
Don't touch me.
Oh, God!
Drunk's contagious.
Who knew?
Jonathan smells bad,
but no offense, you look worse.
Don't ask.
It was a horrifying
chain reaction kind of thing.
How's Sarah?
Well, she wasn't
formally arrested.
My guys took one look
and realized
she wasn't exactly
one of the girls.
But she didn't have
a good reason for being there,
so they brought her in
to sort things out.
Professional courtesy
noted and appreciated.
Procedure requires we obtain
a formal statement.
We're having
a pretty busy night,
so it may take a while.
Procedure's for people
who don't know people.
That was a grade "A"
solicitous pause I just made,
so...
You're right.
You do know people.
Thank you.
- That was nice.
- Whatever.
Hey.
Sarah Collins...
Come with me.
If she gets to go,
I should too.
All we were doing was
talking on the street.
You'll have your night
in court.
You can tell it to the judge.
Hey, take care
of yourself, Sarah.
Oh, yes, I will.
Thanks, Evita.
I took a walk.
I kept going until
I couldn't find my way back
to the house.
Anyway, I met these women.
Evita asked for
some cigarette money.
Evita? Excellent.
She got her hooker name
in summer stock.
Well, she was very kind.
And this was after Jonathan...
He'd gone out to look for
some tools at the Home Depot.
I see.
He called about
an hour or so later,
and he was still looking
for the right saw.
Mm-hmm.
I went out, and I just-
I-I lost my way.
And what about your phone?
Did you lose that too?
I forgot it.
Jesus!
What?
It's this coffee.
Oh. Mine is delicious.
Would you like some?
No, no.
No, thank you. Thanks.
I thought we were having
Greek for lunch... in an hour.
We are.
I don't know,
ever since the Amish, I've just
been craving apple pie.
So how do we want
to play this contradiction
in their stories?
I'm not sure.
All I know is minus the bibles
and the barn raising
and those ridiculous outfits,
they're pretty much
like the rest of us.
Hopes deferred,
secrets and lies.
Periodic bouts with bad breath.
Obviously something squirrelly
with those two.
The question is which one is lying?
We gotta pick?
Look, part of adjusting-
and it's hard, I know-
is forming relationships.
Right? Finding a common ground,
common interests.
Just try to think of it as
building a new community.
I don't want
a new community, Mary.
The people back home, they-
they knew me and they liked me.
So will these people.
Of course they're gonna
like you.
Plus, you'll blow 'em away
with your half-stitched,
triple salchow,
rock 'em sock 'em knitting.
- Was I even close?
- Not really.
Okay, come on.
Time to make friends.
Welcome, ladies.
You must be Mary and Sarah.
- Hi.
- Have a seat.
I'm Bernice.
We spoke on the phone.
Good. Yes, I'm Mary,
and this is Sarah.
My friend Sarah.
She's kinda shy,
but she's one heck of a knitter.
Watch out.
Oh, we're on
all different levels here.
Some of us are working
on simple blankets,
and the more adventurous
of us are trying our hands
- at baby booties.
- Boy.
- What about you, Mary?
- Baby booties? No.
Let's go. Knit.
Oh... an Irish cable yoke
cardigan.
That's quite a difficult knit.
Oh, it's for my husband.
Oh, so you're married.
I see.
You see.
What-what do you see?
Sarah, I'm guessing you knit
for the same reason we all do.
What would that be?
Sexual frustration, of course.
Oh, my holy God.
Living with my Charlie
all these years,
I have to do something
with these roaming hands.
Okay. Okay,
so we'll be leaving now.
Good luck, ladies,
with your booties.
Come back soon!
Wow. Okay,
that was horrendous.
I mean, that was
grannies gone wild
knitting porno weirdness.
I am so sorry.
I'm going home, Mary.
Look, all right,
that was clearly a bust,
but there's a million
other ways-
No, I'm going home
to Pennsylvania.
No, you're not.
You're absolutely not, Sarah.
You can't.
You said that until I testify,
I'm in control.
So don't tell me where
I can and I can't go.
You're supposed to try
talking to Jonathan that way,
- not me.
- His name is Yonni.
It's Yonni.
Come here for a minute.
Come here.
This is what's waiting
for you at home.
Look familiar?
Greener grass isn't all
it's cracked up to be.
Holy crap!
Sweet spread.
- You'll spot me right?
- Stan's treat.
Really?
I already told you I'm not going
back to that training center.
Not for six weeks.
Not for six minutes.
All those bright-eyed
WITSEC wannabes.
So whatever you're
cooking up here...
This isn't bribery, Mary.
Actually, it's new policy.
Once a week staff lunches.
Delia's idea, actually.
And it's a good one.
I'll be the judge of that.
I think that goes
without saying.
Every Friday
we'll get together,
compare notes...
See if we can help
each other out
wherever we can.
More of a communal approach.
So why don't we get
the ball rolling,
and why don't you bring us
up to speed on the Amish, Mary?
Why don't you pass
the lo mein, Stan?
And just so we're clear,
all this communal approaches
and bringing everyone
up to speed,
I'm doing this under protest,
and only for the gratis
pu pu platter.
- Noted.
- Oh... what's that?
What's with the lame
girl portion?
Swimsuit season
fast approaches, Mary,
and the cost of me in a bikini
is an extra hour
on the elliptical.
But just you wait.
I will.
I will wait.
- So how's Sara adjusting, Mary?
- Not well.
I don't even know if she'll
make it to the stand.
It took everything I had
yesterday
to talk her off the ledge of a
one-way ticket back to Amish country.
Well, you might want to
book her a round trip.
The U.S. Attorney called
an hour ago.
He wants her in Harrisburg
for a preliminary hearing
next week.
Oh, great! Sarah gets a whiff
of fresh manure and hay bales,
she's liable to lock the door
on ever coming back.
My contractor friend called.
Jonathan left the site
for coffee three hours ago
with a woman
my guy described as
too hot for her own good.
You try his cell?
I just did. Twice.
Not answering seems
to run in the family.
I wish it ran in mine.
You've got two minutes.
I'm in the middle
of ten things right now.
I told you.
For weeks now, I knew it,
but you just refuse to fess up.
Something did happen
between you and Mark.
Look, I don't know
what you're talking about,
and I don't have time
to find out.
Even if I told you about
the 20-year-old photos
of you guys
that he's posting
all over his Facebook wall?
Mark's Facebook wall?
There's a reliable source.
Okay, Mark acting all coy now,
but apparently,
when he got back,
he went on and on
about his trip here,
and was all old times this
and old times that.
Look, Brandi,
seriously, I gotta go.
He posted a Michael Buble song.
Michael Buble.
Mary, Buble. Buble!
Now you're just making sounds.
All right, tell me
you guys didn't hook up.
What's that?
There's an emergency, Stan?
Mary...
No, he hasn't called,
and I don't know anything
about the woman
you say he went to coffee with.
But I'm sure that he has
an explanation.
Jonathan told me about
the disagreement
you two had the other night.
He didn't mention anything
about going to Home Depot
to shop for tools.
Well...
In our community,
we're taught not to
discuss family problems
outside of the family-
it's our way.
Sarah, it isn't 1950, or 1750.
You're allowed to speak
for yourself.
After Jonathan took
his Rumspringa,
he returned for his baptism.
He needed it more than most.
And we all knew that he had done
many... English things
while he was away.
Well, once you hit
a certain blood alcohol level,
it's more Irish than English.
What? I'm allowed.
I'm Irish.
Jonathan had been out of touch
for much of the time,
and his parents feared
that he wouldn't return.
But when he did,
he told me there had been...
Women...
Many women that...
Had an hourly rate.
So last night,
when he left the house...
And didn't go shopping
for tools...
I was concerned.
I followed him,
and I saw that he was talking
to one of those women.
Evita.
And after he left,
I went over to see
what he wanted from her.
To see if he had gone back
to his old ways.
He hadn't,
but before I could learn more,
there were sirens.
So he was just talking to her?
Yes. It was nothing.
They had a mutual friend
in Philadelphia.
- A mutual friend?
- Is that enough for you?
Sarah, we have to move you.
Delia, run me a report
on Jonathan's cell-
- everything in and out.
- A move? Why?
Because, as much as we want
you to make friends here,
mutual friends are a red flag.
Sorry, that's our way.
Come on. Let's go.
You'd figure growing up
with their code,
the rectitude,
the culture of abstention,
- would help him to-
- Keep it in his pants?
He's a guy.
What do you want?
Ah, so in the eternal conflict
between nature and nurture-
Hold that thought
for, you know, ever.
Hey, Stan. Talk to me.
- Witness secured?
- Yeah.
She's at a hotel with
an armed detail at her door
in case she decides to take
another moonlit stroll.
We ID'ed the woman and
picked up Jonathan at his job.
She had quite a rap sheet
for solicitation,
a bunch of low-level
drug busts.
Double threat.
Tell me her name's Evita.
How the hell did you know that?
I'm a good guesser.
You have an address?
Yeah. Holding cell at APD.
She was just picked up again.
Bail fell through.
The cops are processing her
as we speak.
See if you can get us five.
We'll be there in ten.
All right.
Thanks.
So we understand your bail hit
an unexpected snag.
Yeah. My lawyer's working
on fixing that right now.
Kind of tough to find
another friend
to put up the bail,
though, huh?
- What are you offering?
- We've got friends here.
A good word, and maybe
that excessive bail
- becomes a little more makeable.
- You put that in writing?
Would you be okay
with calligraphy?
I was thinking calligraphy.
Speak.
We just need you
to point us in the direction
of Jonathan Collins.
Yeah, name's not
ringing a bell.
Here's a hint. He came
to see you the other night.
Oh, gosh, where are my manners?
I should probably narrow that
down for you, huh?
You picked him up
at his place of employment
this afternoon.
Oh, Yonni.
Yonni put a call in
to his friend back in Philly
who turned him on to me.
He thought it'd be a good idea
if me and Yonni spoke.
- About?
- Business.
Yonni's looking to move
some serious weight.
- Booger sugar.
- How serious?
A key, at least.
- Not stepped on.
- Huh.
Pure. He was shipping it in
from Philly.
I told him he had
the wrong girl.
You know where he is now?
Do I look like
I know where he is?
You look like a girl
without bail.
I don't know
what to tell you, mama.
Yonni said something
about some other buyer
with deeper pockets
he got from my friend
back in Philly.
- I wish I had a name.
- Yeah, me too.
Hey. Hey,
what about my deal, baby?
We'll talk to our friends.
I wanna talk to you.
Gosh, I'm so sorry.
Sorry.
I didn't lie.
I never lied.
I just-Philadelphia, I-
I didn't tell the whole truth.
Yeah. No kidding.
I swear to God,
take off the bonnet,
blow up the barn,
witnesses are all the same.
Sarah, we've had marshals
searching for your husband
since yesterday afternoon.
Your husband is in trouble.
You need to let us help.
I'd hoped that all this
was in our past,
and that's why
I held things back.
And because Jonathan is
my husband,
and he's all that I have.
Then you knew what he did
on Rumspringa.
You knew about the drugs.
Sarah, come on!
The whole truth
and nothing but.
Now!
Soon after we were married,
I found some drugs
in a bag under the bed.
And when I confronted him,
he promised that
he would stop using them...
And he did.
And I was happy and grateful.
And... it turns out that he-
he had started selling them
to others among us.
And... he was caught
within weeks.
There was nothing
about an arrest in his file.
His behavior was reported
to the church,
and he was sanctioned-
given an opportunity to repent.
And he said that he would.
He must have crossed
his fingers.
The men that I'm going
to testify against,
two weeks before they came,
there had been whispers that
they were looking for Jonathan.
That he had bought drugs
from them in Philadelphia,
and never paid.
Then why did you
even consider staying?
Jonathan said the same thing.
We fought bitterly,
and he wanted very much
to come into the program,
but I just prayed that
it would all go away.
Sarah, look at me.
This is needle
in the haystack time.
Is there anything-a name
you might have overheard?
A place?
The tiniest detail
that could tell us
where Jonathan might be?
I don't know. Um...
There was a-a name.
There was someone
that called Jonathan
on his cell phone
several times.
Someone that I'd
never heard of.
An Arnold E?
Mary, I've left my people
and my home.
Everything that I know.
And now Jonathan is
out there alone,
and he could be hurt, or worse.
Please
Arnold E. Is likely
Arnold Esposito.
Joint DEA/APD task forces
had him in their sights
since he got in from Chicago
late last year.
- Heavy hitter?
- Sounds like it.
He could easily move the type
of volume we're talking about.
We have an address.
I'll text it to you
- and send over a car.
- Thanks for the information.
I'd appreciate you
being careful with it.
Marshall, wear your vest.
Jesus. Jonathan!
Marshall, 911.
Jonathan?
Jonathan, look at me.
Jonathan, can you hear me?
- Hey, Jonathan.
- I'm a Federal Marshal.
I need an ambulance
at 321 San Fernando Southwest
for a gunshot wound.
Everybody good?
Be better when these assholes
are picking girlfriends
in prison.
We've got checkpoints
on both interstates.
DEA's on it.
I need you back at your desk.
What are you talking about
back at my desk?
We've got a stack of paperwork
ten feet high.
After that, we're doing
a full-scale review.
I want to know exactly
how we wound up here.
I'll give you
the full-scale review right now.
Jonathan's friend in Philly
gave him up.
Hell's Vanguard
called in a hit.
They finally took payment
for the drugs Jonathan stole.
Task force commander says
the suspects have been spotted
along the 25.
They're in pursuit.
Hopefully that'll
convince Sarah
- she can't go home again.
- Not gonna need to.
U.S. Attorney in Harrisburg
has Hell's Vanguard
looking to deal.
At least Sarah won't have
to testify.
She still gets to go home
for her husband's funeral.
That ought to be a fun trip.
Sarah, there's no easy way
to go
through something like this.
We're not gonna act
like there is.
Losing your husband...
Losing Yonni
the way that you have,
it's unspeakable.
So sorry.
Maybe being home,
even for a few days-
being around what's familiar-
I hope that'll be
of some comfort to you.
Mr. McQueen...
I'm not coming back.
Look, I'm sorry, but...
Sarah, this-this isn't
even a discussion.
Okay, yes, these men
are going away,
but it doesn't change the fact
that you witnessed
what they did.
No, it's-
it's not where I am
or where I would be.
It's where I wouldn't be.
Sarah, this is a mistake.
The idea of you counting on
an army
of sideburns and pitchforks
to ward off danger...
I don't like it.
But, Mary, don't you see?
You were right.
It's not 1950 anymore.
And I have to listen
to my own voice now.
And I've-
I've had my Rumspringa,
and I've seen this world,
and I can change my name,
I can change my address,
but my heart,
I know where it belongs.
And a life in Albuquerque-
destiny has other ideas.
Destiny?
It's not as simple as that.
But it is.
It is.
It's my choice, Mary,
and I'm making it.
♪ ♪
Community is not exactly
one size fits all.
One man's slice of heaven
is another man's hell hole.
The lucky few fit in
from the start like a glove,
always with the wind
at their backs
and a place to call home,
surrounded by parents, kids,
and the green of the grass.
♪ ♪
For some, though,
all the community
you'll ever need
can be found
on the other side of the room.
So here's something.
I'm kind of...
How should I put this?
- I'm...
- Expecting?
With child?
In a family way?
How'd you know?
Mary, you're my partner,
you're my best friend.
I'm with you all the time.
Yeah, and?
And lately your, uh-
your-
Eww, Marshall. Just-
You do like a pie,
but your liking pie
is nothing new.
- What's new is the-
- Okay. Got it.
Also, there was the vomiting,
as well as something
Abigail mentioned
about you hating
the taste of coffee?
All of a sudden,
I can't drink it
without wanting to hurl.
Can you believe that?
I can't drink coffee.
Good luck with that,
by the way.
Yeah. Yeah.
So she knows?
Abigail?
No.
I'm not gonna talk
to her about it
before I talk to you.
Why didn't you say anything?
Well, Mary...
The thing is, I-
I just thought-
I kinda thought...
That it wasn't my place.
That book...
So did you have it already?
Yeah, but not a first edition.
- I love first editions.
- I know.
I mean, I know now.
Yeah. So...
Mark.
Who says you can't
go home again?
Yeah.
So all the available options,
what's your next move?
Hell if I know.
My God, this sucks.
Hey... what?
God damn herbal tea.
It's for the spineless
and the sickly.
Let me tell you what I love
about first editions.
Please don't,
The intimacy it provides
to the reader
in terms of the author's
original intention.
In the case of Walt Whitman...