-Previously on "Sacred Lies"...
-She runs out of the woods with no hands.
First person she sees is Philip Lancaster,
and for some unknown reason, she attacks
and kicks the living crap out of him.
We know she came from that cult,
and if they did that to her hands, she's not saying.
-I'm Sheriff Harjo. Can you tell me your name?
-Minnow Bly.
-Your disposition order was for five years,
the first of which you will spend here
in juvenile detention.
There are girls in here who have killed and would kill again.
And you're gonna be rooming with one of them.
-What'd you do? -Aggravated assault.
-So, you're, like, some crazy cult person?
-Not anymore.
-My name's Dr. Wilson. I work for the FBI.
I am interested in understanding
why people hurt each other in the name of God.
-You're here to find out who killed the Prophet.
-12 years ago,
100 people walked into the woods,
and all that's left are ashes,
two dead bodies, and you.
Aah!
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-I had to pull some major strings to get these, you know.
The state isn't required to provide prosthetics for inmates.
Meanwhile, we've been waiting two years for a new computer.
But you're a special case.
Why don't we try them on?
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Oh. Let me help you.
Sorry. Am I hurting you?
-No.
Do they pick stuff up?
-No. They're what's called passive prosthetics.
All we could afford, I'm afraid.
But at least they'll make you more comfortable.
There. That's better.
How do they feel?
-Strange.
-Well, I'm sure you'll get used to them.
But take good care of these, okay?
We can't get another pair if you lose them.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome, honey.
Come here.
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Mm-hmm.
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There. You'll blend right in.
**
[ Indistinct conversations ]
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-Yo, throw me the ball!
-I got to say that bitch is weird.
Weird bitch. -Blondie over there? No.
-She's cute. -Five to seven pumps.
-I'm sorry, but one pump is boning,
so quit saying you're a virgin.
-Oh, my God. She has plastic hands.
-Hey. "Mannequin 3: The Reckoning,"
what happened to your hands?
-What the hell, dude?
-Yo, new girl, want to walk with us?
-Don't be scared. We just want to be friends.
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-Crazy.
-Have you read the Bible?
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[ Indistinct conversations ]
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[ Tapping ]
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[ Indistinct whispering ]
-You can't sleep here.
Dr. Wilson, is that you?
-Yeah.
Hey, Sheriff Harjo.
-How much have you had?
-Oh, no, no, I'm not drunk.
I was way out in the woods. Someone knocked me out.
Oh, God.
Damn it, they took my camera.
-How'd you get back to your car?
-They must have carried me.
-Did you see who did it?
-No. Hit from behind.
-Stay out of the woods, Dr. FBI.
The whole town's freaking out,
like the Manson Gang's out there.
-Think the Kevinians are still hiding out in those woods?
-You're the one with the blunt-force head trauma, sir.
3,400 miles of forest?
Hell, Sasquatch could be real.
Who knows?
[ Indistinct whispering ]
-Who knows?
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How do they feel?
-Kind of sweaty.
But they're supposed to make me blend in better.
-Is that important to you?
Blending in?
-I guess.
I don't like people asking questions.
-Why is that?
-Because...
they won't understand.
And I don't want to be judged.
-Well, they might surprise you,
'cause everyone's lost something, Minnow.
What happened to your hands?
-That?
Barely remember it.
-We have a deal, don't we?
-My dad talked about the Prophet
like he was...magic.
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-Here you go.
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You're not gonna eat it?
-It's not ripe.
It doesn't taste good yet.
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-Minnow.
Do you know who this man is?
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He talks to God.
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-God sent you to our trailer park?
-Well, God, yeah.
[ Chuckling ] I-I guess. God.
It's just a name, though, right, isn't it?
A word we use to describe all that power.
"God."
Some people call him Jesus
or Allah or Buddha.
But...
the name he gave me was Charlie.
[ Laughter ] I know.
-Charlie? -I thought it was crazy, too.
But...
I learned to listen and to read the signs.
And they brought me here to all of you.
You're such hard-working people.
I mean, how does it come back your way, hmm?
When you serve up another burger, hmm?
Huh? When you build another house for a rich guy?
When you go to war?
Well, you're the ones that keep this country going.
Hmm? It's your giant.
He's hungry, so you feed him. And what does he do, hmm?
Hmm? [ Stomps foot, people gasp ]
He stomps right on you!
But you get right back up again,
don't you?
You scurry out of your little metal boxes
before the sun is up.
And you go to work.
Because the giant is hungry.
[ Wheezes ]
[ Coughing ]
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[ Inhales sharply ]
[ Exhales hoarsely ]
Trevor. [ Wheezes ]
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You fought for the giant.
Well, does the giant fight for you?
-No, sir.
-And, Dawn, you take care of people all day.
Who takes care of you?
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-No one. I-I do.
It's just me.
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-Not anymore.
I'm going to take care of you from here on out.
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And what about you, Vivienne?
Now, does the giant take care of you?
Or does he just use you up,
throw you away...
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...like you're not good enough to be loved?
You're more than good enough.
You're chosen.
**
Here.
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Every hell you've ever been through has been for a reason --
to bring you here
so Charlie can know you and love you
just as you are.
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Because you're the ones he wants.
No one else in the world...
but you.
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You...
are chosen.
-Chosen, baby girl.
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-It was like
the Prophet cast a spell
on all of us.
-It's called a love balm.
-A what?
-Uh, love-balming is a psychological manipulation
used by sociopaths, narcissists,
and cult leaders.
They shower you with affection, compliments, promises,
pick up on your emotional wounds,
play into your deepest needs until you're hooked.
And then you'll put up with almost anything
to hold onto that feeling.
-So...
a love balm can make somebody do things?
Things they never thought they could do?
-Are we talking about something that someone did to you
or what you did to someone else?
[ Alarm buzzes twice ]
-Prison riot.
Just kidding.
Lunch.
-[ Chuckles ]
You got me.
**
[ Indistinct conversations ]
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-What kind of soup?
-I don't know. Just special soup.
Mrs. New said to give it to you
with a juice packet and two straws every day,
I guess 'cause of...
you know --
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-It's pretty tight, actually.
We only get those juice packets on, like, Christmas
and 4th of July.
Yep. That's some holiday juice right there.
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-What's that?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-It doesn't taste like apples.
-Let me see.
Mmm. Mm-hmm.
So artificial.
So goddamn good.
-Hi!
Um, I'm Tracy, and this is Rashida.
We just thought we'd come and introduce ourselves.
We know how scary this place can be at first.
Rashida and I are in youth group. You should come sometime.
-There it is. -What's youth group?
-Uh, just a meeting we have a couple times a week
where we talk about what's bothering us
and read from the Bible and --
-What she means to say is it's a way for the girls
to try to look good in front of the parole board.
The smart ones, at least.
The dumb ones just don't know any better.
-You can look down at us all you want, Angel.
But someday, you're gonna want God's forgiveness.
-Why would I want forgiveness from some 6,000-year-old pervert
who sticks it to virgins when they aren't looking?
-Is that really your version of God?
-Angel's an atheist.
Don't believe anything she tells you.
-How'd you lose your hands? -Rashida!
Don't ask stuff like that.
-Why not? Something happened to them.
It's not like they just fell off by accident,
unless -- unless they did.
-They were cut off with a hatchet.
-By who?
-[ Laughs ] That's so crazy!
For real? I'd be telling that to everyone
if that happened to me!
A hatchet? [ Laughs ]
Thank you.
Told you she didn't lose them to no serial killer.
-Oh, you guys had a bet!
AndI'mthe bitch. -We weren't judging.
I-I-I mean, like that thing by the water fountain --
I mean, it's all good.
-What was that thing with the water, anyway?
-Rashida!
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-We really giving all this stuff away?
-We won't need all this junk.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-Whoa! Vivienne has a really big shower massager.
-Shh! Minnow!
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-Thank you, sister.
I'm loving it, Vivienne.
You're ready for Charlie, aren't you?
-Bring him on.
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-You are cleansed in Charlie's eyes.
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You know their only purpose is violence.
-I don't know, man. -It's up to you, Trevor.
You can be a chosen man,
or you can be another Missoulan with guns.
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-Who needs two waffle irons? -It was my mom's.
-I've been collecting these for years.
-Yeah, you got a lot of stuff.
-Gonna be hard to give it up. -Oh, yeah.
-No need for a PlayStation in the woods.
-Right. -That's for sure.
-Our turn.
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-Huh. Well...
how does it feel?
-Lighter.
-Hmm. -Don't touch my goddamn comics!
-Rose! Stop!
Listen, honey, these things have no place where we're going.
-I'm not going. -Rose.
You're attached to these lies. I get it.
They have a hold on you.
-They're not lies. They're good.
-Hmm.
-Mom, Mom, not this one.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-Bye-bye, Ribbit. -Look at little Minnow.
She's just a child but already a leader.
-Oh, Minnow.
-Whatever.
-Minnow, would you take my glasses?
Throw them in the truck.
-Why?
-Because Charlie will be my eyes.
And this.
My whole life, I have needed this to breathe.
[ Crowd murmuring ]
-And now Charlie will be my air.
-Yeah! Bless Charlie!
-Very good. -Good job, Charlie.
-All right. -Mm-hmm.
-Nicely done, brother.
**
[ People speaking indistinctly ]
-Praise Charlie!
-Throw that in there, too. -Get rid of it!
-Yeah, throw it all away!
-Here you go.
-Thank you, Charlie.
-Crazy white people.
[ People chattering excitedly ]
**
[ Crows cawing ]
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-[ Echoing ]You don't remember me?
You don't remember me?
[ Door opens ]
[ Crows cawing ]
-Folks around here call this the White Trash Roanoke.
They just up and disappeared,
every last one of them, except me.
-Thanks.
You didn't want to go, too?
-Not even a little.
But they were clear I wasn't exactly welcome.
They were all white.
-Any idea why they took off?
-Well, after the factory shut down,
it wasn't too hard to convince them.
And that Prophet --
He's like a Dust Bowl magician,
pulling crap out of his hat at the right place, right time.
Everybody wants to believe they're special, don't they,
that they were meant for something better than...
this?
-Minnow Bly.
Remember her?
-Yeah. She was a good kid.
Always asking, "Why this? Why that?"
Whatever she did, it was that Prophet's fault.
-Hmm.
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[ Child laughs in distance ]
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[ Indistinct conversations ]
-[ Chuckling ] Bitch, I'm not playing.
-Look, there she is.
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-Hey. Can I try on your hands?
-Yeah, I want to try.
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-Hey. -[ Laughs ]
-What? Don't want us to see what's under there?
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-Give it back! -[ Laughs ]
-Nikki, look at her.
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-Gross!
Put that shit back on!
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-[ Clears throat ]
-Let's go.
No makeup. Wipe that junk off your face.
[ Pounding on door ] You got to shower, kid!
Open up! I'm not asking again!
Stinking up the joint's
not gonna help you fit in any more with these girls.
**
-The Prophet always told me I was special.
But I learned "special" doesn't always mean something good.
**
In here,
seems like every girl has her own personal Prophet.
**
-* My scars are still hurting *
* My wounds are wide open *
* Expose them, so naked *
* Can't hide it, can't fake it *
* The marks I still carry *
* They're painful, they're living *
* Expose them *
-What the hell are you looking at?
**
-* My scars are still hurting *
* My wounds are wide open *
* Expose them, protect them *
* I'm tainted *
* In dark home *
-Yep, everyone in here got messed with
and messed up somebody else.
Welcome to the club.
[ Chanting ] One of us. One of us.
One of us.
-What happened to you?
-All's you got to know is it was self-defense.
I saved myself.
But the suits who put me in here saw it different.
They think what I did broke me.
-But it didn't?
-Bitch, please.
I got so broke so far before, it's not even funny.
It's why they put me in here --
to make me disappear
so they don't have to look at what happened to me.
**
-"Bitch, please."
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-I need you to trust me.
I need you to believe in me.
-I've tried to be supportive, but this has gone too far.
-This is just the beginning. -We gave up everything we own.
This is crazy, Sam. -Staying is crazy.
Staying is suicide. -This is our home.
-It's not a home! It's a coffin! -Shh!
Lower your voice. What would we even eat?
-Trevor used to work on a farm. We'll grow our own food.
We'll have corn. We'll have carrots.
We'll have tomatoes the size of Minnow's head.
I'm gonna hunt.
-I thought the Prophet doesn't believe in guns.
-He's teaching me how to use a bow and arrow.
-[ Sighs ] -I'm into it, O.
Like my old Eagle Scout days. -And the baby?
I'll just give birth out in the damn woods, then?
-Dawn's a nurse. Women have had babies
outside of hospitals for thousands of years.
-This is just another one of your gambles.
-No, it isn't.
My track days are behind me, O, because of the Prophet.
This is the only sure bet I have ever made in my life.
Besides you, of course.
-This is all because he made you a Keeper.
What does that even mean? "Keeper Samuel"?
Doesn't that sound ridiculous to you?
-No!
What's ridiculous is this, the way we're living!
You have seen the signs. The plant shut down.
There's meth, opioids, school shootings.
All this is Charlie telling us
that we need to listen to the Prophet.
We need to follow him to a place where we can become clean,
like something that God would want to save
from the war that is coming.
-If I don't go, would you leave us?
-No!
No, don't go!
-Oh, come here. Little fish,
I could never be saved knowing you and your mommy aren't.
-I'm chosen, Mama. I want to be saved.
-You're really gonna use a bow and arrow?
-I'm a really good shot.
You'll see.
[ Both chuckle ]
**
-Sam Bly was a good man.
Liked to gamble.
Late on his rent now and again, but...
I was sorry to see him go.
I held onto some of his woodwork,
thinking they'd be back soon as the spell wore off.
But I guess it never did.
**
-Samuel carved these? -He worked construction,
but wood was his hobby. Not too bad, either.
-Hmm.
**
-* Tell me who's that writin'? *
* John the Revelator, tell me who's that writin'? *
* John the Revelator wrote the Book of the Seven Seals *
* Tell me who's that writin'? *
* John the Revelator, tell me who's that writin'? *
* John the Revelator wrote the Book of the Seven Seals *
* God walked down in the cool of the day *
* And called Adam by his name *
* Adam refused to answer *
* 'Cause he was naked and ashamed *
* Tell me who's that writin'? *
* John the Revelator, tell me who's that writin'? *
* John the Revelator wrote the Book of the Seven Seals *
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-Here we go. -Here we go.
-* Tell me who's that writin' *
* John the Revelator, tell me who's that writin'? *
* John the Revelator wrote the Book of the Seven Seals *
* He wrote the Book of the Seven Seals *
[ Indistinct conversations ]
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-Shoot it.
**
-Okay, ball out, y'all.
-Come on, now, dig up.
-That's that weirdo I told you about, right?
-That's it!
-Whoa, new girl.
-Right? -That girl is weird.
-Yeah.
-Hey, y'all, watch them fouls, right?
Watch me move.
**
-She's doing the water thing.
**
-High five.
**
-Those things weren't for me.
They were for everybody else.
[ Thunder rumbling ]
To make me disappear.
So they don't have to look at what happened to me.
'Cause they're scared.
-Good.
I'm not turning away from you.
I'm not scared to look at you.
You can tell me.
-[ Sniffles quietly ]
**
-It was my dad.
My dad cut off my hands.
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-Next time on "Sacred Lies"...
-Prophet said the forest was their chosen land.
-We weren't allowed to read in the Community.
It was forbidden. -Bring her out here.
-You don't have to do this. -Trying to find out more
about the group you were a part of, the Kevinians.
-Why? -What happened in those woods?
-What are you doing, man? -I was just talking.
-Stay away from us. -Turns out somebody was trying
to burn down their chosen land,
which means it's a murder investigation now.
-And Minnow's your only witness. -Or suspect.