-Previously on "Sacred Lies"...
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-Where's Terrence? -Gone.
Left this morning.
-What do you mean "gone"? -He's 18.
Not a foster kid anymore.
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-Get ready for a new roommate.
I'm aging out next month.
Do you have any idea what it's like growing up
feeling like you don't belong anywhere?
-I do.
-I just...
wanted a son.
[ Grunts ] -I was your son.
Never felt like it.
-This your room? -It's my sister's.
-What's her name? -Roan.
-I know why you're doing this.
I know about your sister.
-Have you ever even solved a case in your life?
-Yes.
Everybody deserves to have the dignity of a name.
They deserve to matter to somebody.
[ Gasps ] Aah!
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-This is all your fault!
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You should've left us alone!
[ Wails ]
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You took her from me!
You took my family from me!
-You're the one who killed her!
[ Both grunting ]
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-You made me do it!
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She was everything, and you were nothing!
I knew it from the first time I saw you.
She was leaving you!
She never loved you!
Aah! [ Grunts ]
-[ Coughs ]
-[ Grunting ]
-Aah!
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[ Caps clatter ]
-That was really dumb.
-You're welcome.
-No, obviously, thanks.
But you didn't have to bail me out just to keep your secret.
I didn't tell them that you tested Elsie's DNA
or that you'd been helping us out.
-Thanks.
-Yep.
Your job is safe.
You get to go to work with those assholes in the morning.
Congrats.
Or condolences, maybe. [ Chuckles ]
-That's not why I did this, though.
I-I wasn't protecting my job.
I...
was worried about you.
-You might want to watch that.
Hanging out with me --
you don't want to raise eyebrows.
-Well... [ Chuckles ]
Did you see Buckner when we left?
Eyebrows were raised. [ Chuckles ]
Eyebrows were full mast.
-[ Laughs ]
It's true.
Why are you doing this?
Why do any of this for me?
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[ Both laugh ]
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-Wait. Wait. Sorry. Sorry.
Um, I need a sec.
It's just, um --
It's just a little weird for me.
-Wow. Weird?
Okay.
-I mean, I-I just have never, um, you know, with a --
with a woman.
-Right.
You forgot to check "queer experimentation"
off your list in undergrad?
-No, that's not what this is. I-I like you.
I just...
I-I'm just confused.
-Yeah, no shit.
-Um...
Maybe I should just go?
-Yeah, good idea, 'cause I don't get any less weird.
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[ Door opens, closes ]
-Wow.
Dick move, sis.
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This is why you don't have anybody in your life except me.
-Shut up.
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-Stop using me as an excuse to push people away.
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I didn't mean to leave you, you know.
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-J-Just shut up!
[ Clattering ]
You did! You did!
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[ Indistinct conversations, dog barking in distance ]
-Terrence?
Terrence, dude, where are you?
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No.
No, no, no, no.
Terrence.
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[ Dogs barking ]
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Hey.
Have you seen a guy with a guitar?
-Mnh-mnh.
[ Grunts ] Damn!
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[ Knock on door ] -Okay, I'm coming!
-[ Crying ]
-Whoa.
This isn't a good time.
-I-I don't have anywhere else to go.
-Who we are and how we came to be here --
it all happened a long, long time ago.
Before you were born.
Before your mommies and daddies were born,
or even their mommies and daddies.
Our town was inhabited by a very different people,
a tribe of Native Americans
who lived in fear of a terrifying beast,
a giant wild boar the size of 10 men!
[ Children gasping ]
One day, a man came to the village.
He was a settler by the name of John Kingston.
Now, how many of us recognize that name?
-Oh, yeah. -I do.
-[ Laughs ] I thought you might.
Well, the Native American Chief took one look at John Kingston,
and he knew that this man
was the solution to all their problems.
So the chief offered John Kingston a deal.
If he would kill the wild boar that had been terrorizing
his people, then John and his family
could live amongst the Native people in peace.
Well, John Kingston marched off into those woods
armed with nothing but his special "black spear"...
[ Laughter ] ...and he hunted down
that giant boar and, boom!
He killed it!
And he brought the head back to the chief.
Well, then there was a great feast to celebrate
the people's freedom from the terrifying beast
and to welcome John and his family
to share this beautiful land with the Native people.
And they all lived together in peace
until the ends of their days.
And that was the very first Kingston Day,
and that's how our town got its name.
And we have a couple of John Kingston's descendants
living right here amongst us today.
Welcome home, Hunter Kingston.
Thank you for your service.
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[ Indistinct conversations ]
-Uh, Terrence's spot is over there,
but I told you already, he left.
-Okay, but he left his stuff, right?
His sleeping bag, clothes?
So, he's gotta come back for them.
Hey, have you guys seen a black kid, uh, carrying a guitar?
His name is Terrence.
[ Dogs barking ]
-You know your way around here pretty well.
-Yeah, it's one of the places I came looking for my sister.
-What was Roan doing out here?
-She ran away from home.
We were, uh, from this tiny conservative town,
and we didn't fit.
She was wild, always getting into trouble.
So, she finally had enough and just left,
said she would come back for me.
-But she didn't.
-No, things got really bad after that,
so I left, too, and just started looking for her.
-And you guys got a place, right?
You found her?
-Yeah, I rented a place,
got a room for her.
Uh, I was just looking.
For years.
And then I finally found her. [ Chuckles ]
She... [ Chuckles ]
In a drawer at the county morgue.
-She's dead?
-She OD'd.
The cops just wrote it off as a junkie sex worker, no ID.
And our parents didn't report her missing.
Nobody was looking for her.
She was j-just alone, unidentified.
She was just a-a numbered toe tag in a drawer for years.
-I'm sorry.
I can't imagine what it'd be like to lose someone
you're that close to.
[ Girls scream ]
[ Laughter ]
-Elsie, you shouldn't have been out here.
You have a roof over your head.
-You don't know what it's like under all of those roofs.
And I'm turning 18 soon, so the benefits will end,
and I have nowhere else to go.
-There are options.
There are organizations that can help.
-Terrence!
-Hey!
Hey!
What'd you do with the guitar, Terrence?!
-Who -- Who the hell are you?!
-I'm Elsie's friend.
You're gonna tell me what you did with her guitar.
-Listen, I don't know
what you're talking about, lady, okay?
I -- -Are you high?
-I told you. I told you, okay?
I couldn't sleep, so I needed something.
And this guy, he owes me.
And he said, "Tomorrow," he said.
So he'll give it to me tomorrow.
And so, he's gonna get it for me,
and then I'm gonna get it back to you.
I'm gonna get the money. I'm gonna get it back.
Don't -- Don't look at me like that, please.
Like I'm a loser. Like I'm my mother, man!
-Terrence, look at me.
What did you do with her guitar?
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-I'm sorry.
I sold it.
-You son of a bitch! -[ Sobbing ]
-How could you do that to me?! -I told you -- [ Grunts ]
-That was all I had! That was all I had left of her!
-Hey! -Don't touch me!
-Let go! -Don't you touch me!
You bitch, let me go!
-I'm not going anywhere.
It's okay.
-[ Sobbing ] -I'm not going anywhere.
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You're okay.
-[ Sobbing ]
-We got ourselves a big one this year.
Took six guys to load him into the truck.
[ Laughs ]
Mm. -Why'd you lie?
Tell everybody I was in the Army?
-I had to make up something.
Couldn't tell folks that you run off to "make music."
They'd think you was a pansy.
We got a legacy.
-What, you mean our great-granddaddy, John Kingston?
-Yeah.
-He wasn't big or strong
like the preacher tells those kids.
Just a white guy with a gun.
He didn't share the land with the Natives, Dad.
He slaughtered them.
Every last man, woman, and child.
The whole festival, what we do to the boar --
It's barbaric.
-John Kingston did what he had to do to provide for his family.
And now all these families --
hell, this whole country exists because of men like him.
Huh?
What have you ever done?
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-[ Retching ]
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I'm so sorry.
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-[ Muffled ] ♪ My eyes are wide open ♪
♪ We can make it ♪
♪ To the other side ♪
[ Indistinct, echoing singing ]
[ Muffled, echoing ] ♪ We will rise ♪
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[ Boar snorting ]
-Ahh.
[ Can clatters ]
Relax already.
He can't get ya.
He's locked up good and tight.
[ Snorting continues ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Boar grunts ]
Been prepping him going on three months now.
Ohh.
Overfeeding him, bulking him up.
Then you gotta make him mad.
So, he ain't been fed going on a week!
[ Boar grunting ]
Come out here every night, get him good and riled.
[ Grunts ]
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[ Electricity crackling ]
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All I ever wanted was for you to be proud of your name.
-Yes, sir.
-Proud of where you come from.
The histories, the traditions -- they matter.
-Yes, sir.
-'Cause it's what makes us the men we are.
-Yes, sir. -Yeah?
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[ Electricity crackling ]
[ Boar snorting ]
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You get in there, and you show him who's boss!
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[ Crackling stops ]
-I'm not you.
I'm not proud of this.
Or your bullshit legacy.
-Hunter!
Get back here!
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[ Electricity crackling ]
[ Boar squealing ]
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-Probably just paid three times what he gave the kid for it.
Yeah, you should make sure the strings are in there
and all the pieces.
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What was that about?
-No one's ever gonna hurt me like that again.
-[ Exhales sharply ]
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-Is this my file? How did you get it?
-Well, it's probably better I don't answer that.
I've been going through this thing.
You've been through 18 homes, right?
You've known some pretty garbage people in your life.
-Yeah. -But there had to be
some good ones in there.
Maybe somebody who tried to help you?
-What's your point?
-I don't want you to end up like Roan.
I don't want you to end up,
you know, pushing everybody away,
like me.
-Good people?
Let me see.
This guy was creeping on me.
But I didn't say anything to anyone
'cause I was getting fed on the regular
and they let me do whatever I wanted.
Then the wife got jealous, which sounds weird
but happens more than you'd think.
The farm.
Eight of us sleeping in a barn, working sun-up to sundown
until the state came and shut it down.
Turns out using foster kids as slave labor is not fair trade.
Okay, she wasn't that bad.
Used to make me go to mass with her every day,
like, every day, at 6:00 a.m.
But we used to go for doughnuts after.
She always paid in change.
I don't think she had a lot of money.
But she took me shopping one time for clothes,
brand-new, and shoes.
She was really old. Sh-- She got sick.
A year and a half in a group home.
Six months in juvie.
I don't know which one was worse.
-What happened here?
-They really wanted me.
They were really nice.
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I just wish...I could have met them sooner.
I think by the time I met them, I was already too screwed up.
God, I really put them through it.
I made it so they had to choose --
them or me.
I wouldn't have picked me, either.
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-Yeah.
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-"Dancing Lions"?
-What's that?
-I always thought when they first picked me up,
I didn't talk, but it says here I told the social worker,
"Mommy's with the Dancing Lions."
-What, like she joined the circus?
"Dancing Lions."
What could that possibly mean?
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[ Boar snorting ]
-It's okay.
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It's okay.
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You're okay. You're okay.
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Here you go.
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There you go.
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I'm not gonna hurt you.
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[ Boar grunts ]
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Yeah, you're no monster.
You're just scared.
Aren't you?
Just scared.
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-There's some towels i-in the closet,
and there's probably a spare, uh, toothbrush under the sink.
-Thank you for letting me stay here,
and in Roan's room.
-It's no problem.
-Getting my guitar back...
...it's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.
[ Sighs ]
-You're welcome.
Okay, good night.
-What is that?
-Oh, uh, it's a long story.
It's a tradition back in my hometown.
-Who are you?
-What?
-Who are you, really?
-What are you talking about, Elsie?
Have you seen a scar like this before?
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On who?
-Peter.
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-Hey, come on.
It's okay. Come out.
-Next time on "Sacred Lies"...
-There's only one place I've seen scars like mine.
-Where? -Home.
-I used to fantasize about a place like this.
-I haven't stepped foot in this town since I was 15.
-Are you boys ready to kill this monster?!
-Yeah!
[ Cheers and applause ]
-He's escaped! He's -- He's gone!
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-[ Grunts ]
[ Gun cocks ]
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