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Previously on Outsiders:

If I can't bring you to see what you're killing...

maybe I'll bring what you're killing to you.

Goddamn it. GUARD: Anybody wants to go past...

I gotta clear it with Mr. Myers' office.

They're calling all this private property.

It's not too late to start treatment.

No. I can't outrun this forever.

With things amping up, I can't protect you.

- I think it'd be better if you just disappear. - Okay.

- I look ridiculous. - No.

It's just, I look in the mirror, and I just don't see myself.

That's kind of the point, isn't it?

Foster Farrell killed an inmate.

Broke his neck.

- I don't believe you. - Why not?

Because you had a hunch he was a good man?

Tell us what we have to do.

He's being transferred from a county facility that's near here...

to a state prison many, many miles away.

Hey, let's go.

Lucky they got ahold of that prisoner-transfer schedule.

- Somehow. - Get your goddamn hands off me.

Oh! G'Win.

When I go, that Oak will be yours again.

And you have changed, but the darkness is still there too.

They got a real love for you, I must say.

Never had that for me.

- They're just deep in their drink is all. - Mm.

I got blood on my hands.

You sacrificed yourself to rid us of the Kinnah.

They will forgive you.

We are all worthy of second chances.

I hope so.

Though it seems you're on your fifth.

Wait. Don't! Foster, stop. Stop.

Stop. Stop.

♪ The dawn is up There's fire on the mountain ♪

♪ They'll have to answer for The crooked claim ♪

♪ The hollows, they'll surround them ♪

♪ And they'll go runnin' Back to the wretched realm they came ♪

♪ Nor will the dogs of hell refrain ♪

♪ And the land will suffer Those who came ♪♪

All right. All right.

- All right. - Are you all right?

I'm free.

I'm free.

Let's go. Come on.

Out, out. Let's go.

Come on. Kids, let's go. What are you doing? What's that about?

- I feel carsick. - I don't care.

Your shirt's undone. Do it up. Let's go. We gotta go to church.

- Hey, Hilda, what you doing? - I'll wait over here.

Hey, Abby, can you take him in? And find two seats. Okay?

Two spare seats.

Get off your phone. What's this all about?

Praying is bullshit. There is no God.

Hey, watch your mouth.

It's not gonna bring back my dad or cure my mother.

- What's the point? - I'm gonna tell you something.

Someday you're gonna have to tell your kids this...

when they're old enough. Okay, you ready?

Nobody wants to go to church. Okay?

God and all that stuff, none of it means anything. Okay?

I tried it all after Andi-Rae died and when your mom got sick.

I did crazy things to try to make her better.

- It didn't do nothing. - So I don't have to go?

No, you gotta go. You know what life's about?

It's about making sacrifices that make other people happy.

And going to church makes your mom happy.

So come on. Keep me company.

We'll be miserable together.

Put your phone away.

Hey there.

You a friend of Caleb's?

Are you lost, sweetie?

Oh. Hey.

It's all right.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Wasn't the only place to get hit.

Mertha Shay's corn beds, the alfalfa out by the falls too.

Oh, God.

- That would take the hide off a colt. - Heh.

Pretty sure it's taken mine off.

Soak a rag in goat's milk and yellowroot, put it over your eyes.

It should counteract whatever poison this is.

Been working these fields for 15 years.

Soil was as fertile as it gets.

Feels like a death.

What kind of people would do something like this?

Cowards.

Attacks from 50 feet in the air so they don't have to face us directly.

Bren'in!

Sorry for the intrusion.

Silas Shay's ailing, and they need your doctoring, quick as you can.

The hell's going on over here? Get off your phones. You're at church.

We're not at church, we're outside of church.

- That's close enough. - Wade?

Wade Houghton.

Hello.

Dana. Dana Miller.

Oh. Dana Miller, like, from Blackburg Elementary?

- Minus the braids and braces, but yeah. - Okay.

Hey, come here. What are you doing? Come back.

You can have one of them. Take the rest back.

- Sorry. - Are all these kids yours?

No, the cookie monster's mine, and these two here...

they're Ledda's girls.

- Remember Ledda? - Course. She still punching bullies?

- Yeah. Pretty much. - Heh.

- Well, I'm in Ohio these days. - Okay.

Recently divorced, so that's fun.

Heh. Um...

My daddy's sick, so I came home.

- I'd actually heard that. I'm sorry. - Thank you.

We should get a drink sometime, catch up.

I'm not... I'm not too sure about that.

It's kind of a bad time for us.

Ledda's been real sick, and it's just a bad time all around.

It's just a drink, Wade. It's not a root canal.

Well, here, let me...

give you this, in case things change...

- Okay. All right. - Or whatever.

- Well, I'll give you call. - Okay.

That'd be great. Well...

- Well, it was nice to see you. - Yep.

Bye.

Thank you for coming, Bren'in.

I didn't wanna trouble you, but I never seen Silas so sick.

Nonsense, Eela. You can always call on me.

He were in fine fiddle yesterday, hunting frogs...

and now look at him.

Hey there, Silas. There's nothing to be frightened about.

I know every cure on this mountain.

All you have to do is let me take a look at you. Can you do that?

That looks nasty.

- When did this start? - This morning.

Thought he might've gotten into poison ivy.

No, it's not poison ivy. It'd be weeping if it was.

- Where'd you say he was hunting frogs? - Sweet Allis Spring.

This is bad, Krake.

Real bad.

It's bad. WOMAN: Exactly.

Problem is, we don't know what it is.

Thank you for coming to the council.

As you know, the coal company have poisoned our fields.

Sweet Allis Spring too.

Those snakes intend to starve us off the mountain.

I've checked the cisterns, and if we ration, we should have enough to get by.

As for our crops, we're gonna have to clear new fields...

get some cold-weather plants in. Gonna be a tough six months...

but we're gonna make it. - That's it?

- Sounds like mighty cold soup. - I hadn't finished.

The way I see it...

the coal company, they have all these people working for them.

It's their job to get us off the mountain, but they're doing it...

from buildings and helicopters.

They never see the real cost.

So I think we get one of them up here.

Show them the harm they've caused and make them face us.

The one in charge.

Ain't gonna come willingly.

I know.

- And they won't have to. - Well, I'll go...

Bren'in. Alone.

And that way, no one catches trouble except me...

- if things go belly-up. - This is pure crazy.

It'd bring the law back for sure. - It might.

But anything could, and this clan cannot wait to see what they're gonna do next.

How are we gonna find one demon...

- in a pack of devils? - Hasil knows her.

He showed Phil'up a wad of paper once.

Said it was money from the lady in charge.

I'll take the Drop, get around them guards...

I'll find Hasil, and I'll go get that she-wolf.

- Drop's a perilous route. - Well, these are perilous times.

- Okay. - All right.

Hello, Foster.

- You lost, old man? - Clan's under attack...

and you shirked our council meeting for this?

Sure looks like it.

I didn't raise you to hide under the covers.

Yes, you did.

The way I heard it, when I was born, my mother was bleeding out.

Where were you? Off warming Callie Shay's bed, that right?

Your ma and I...

we already lost one child before you.

When her labor pains began, I drank a jug of Farrell wine, I run off.

- You really wanna be a fool like me? - You made it look so damn appealing...

I thought I'd try it on for size.

Elon would not recognize you like this.

Well...

then it's a damn good thing that you got him killed.

Elon...

forgave me.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

Hey, Fa.

- I found it. - Heh!

I don't know about this.

- It's not in the budget. - Come on.

It's your birthday. You said this place is your favorite.

Now, I want you to sit down, and don't worry about a thing.

Here you go.

You're sweet.

- Sit down. - Okay.

Thank you.

What are you looking at?

Looks like I got me a fight-club fan. Heh.

- Who'd you think he was? - Nobody. Ahem.

Now, that looks...

That toast thing looks delicious. What do you call that?

So you really aren't gonna tell me, are you?

Tell you what?

Tried to convince myself that all this disguise stuff...

was about fight club. You know, it being illegal and all, but...

that man just recognized you, and you were fine with it.

So you're hiding for a different reason.

You had something to do with that prison break, didn't you?

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Don't do that.

Not with something this big.

- All right. Yeah, I did. - We need to go.

We need to go right now, because if some guy in a restaurant...

can recognize you, then it is just a matter of time before a cop does.

Sit down. Sit down. We ain't going nowhere.

What are we gonna do? We gonna hide for the rest of our lives?

We need to keep moving forward the best we can.

That is, if you still wanna be with me after everything that I've done.

You guys know what you want?

Hey, Hilda.

Hey, Hilda! Shh.

Caleb, go upstairs, get changed. Then you can go outside.

What are you doing? You're supposed to be in bed.

I was visited, Wade.

- What are you talking about? By who? - Well, a little boy from the street.

- Uh-huh. What, like a neighborhood kid? - No.

I think it was Breece, but as a child.

He was on the porch, and we talked.

Don't look at me like that.

I... I know it sounds weird.

Yeah.

Sounds like you ate a whole bunch of Percocets.

Yeah, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?

Sorry. I know that it was him.

Look! Heh!

Oh.

Yeah.

I know what you're gonna say. That I'm nuts.

And maybe I am.

But he came back to comfort me, Wade.

He doesn't want me to be scared.

Okay.

I believe you.

- Haylie Grimes speaking. - Morning, Miss Grimes.

This is Anna Dutch with the Lexington Gazette.

- Do you have a minute? - I always have time for the press.

I'm calling regarding an e-mail sent to us anonymously this morning...

- regarding your company. - Go on.

It's between Don Foushee and the governor...

confirming that One Planet would give him a sizable campaign contribution...

contingent upon the hiring of Matt Myers.

I can tell you with absolute certainty...

I have no knowledge of any such e-mail.

Really? Well, you were CC'd on it.

- Care to comment? - I would.

No comment.

Well, it ain't gonna taste like honey mead.

This is the strongest medicine I got for Silas.

- Is that white oak bark ready? - I sliced it up real thin.

Thank you.

You should take a rest. Been at it all morning.

- I'm fine. It's nothing. - Don't be pigheaded, Bren'in.

Doesn't help anyone.

Especially not the baby.

Does everyone know?

Don't imagine so.

Been hiding it real well.

Well, that's a relief.

Do you know whose it is?

I do.

It's mine.

Miss?

Ah! You get away from me.

You don't got no worries. I got business with Hasil only.

Hey, you found him.

Oh!

Oh, my.

Ha, ha. Somebody's gonna play dress-up. You're a dandy now.

- I guess that makes two of us, then. - Oh, you are funny. Yes, you are.

Get in the car. Just get in the car.

- We're not going anywhere with you. - Okay. You may not be, but he is. Go.

It's all right. Come on.

We need to get her, so she can see the damage they've done.

Taking that woman seems ill-advised.

- I mean, it's... It's dangerous right now. - Exactly.

You want me to deliver that message to Silas Shay? Maybe his mother?

Well?

Look, we need you, Hasil Farrell.

That's it! I've heard enough. I want him gone.

- Okay. Hey, just... Just... - All right.

- I'm handling this. All right? - How?

When is all this craziness gonna stop?

We have gone from one crisis to the next, and now you are talking about kidnapping.

Ain't no harm gonna come to her.

Just... Ain't no harm gonna come to her.

I need to help, Sally-Ann.

All right? I am a Farrell.

- I see what it is. - Come on.

No, you don't.

No, you don't.

Listen to me. I am also your family.

But there are too many people who do not want my kin to exist...

and I will not stop fighting that.

Stop what you're doing and look at me.

I will always come back to you.

But you gotta understand, this is the way my life is gonna be...

and you need to choose with honest eyes.

You need to choose my complicated life too.

You are not the only one who has to make hard choices.

- I know that... BIG FOSTER: Excuse me...

but we got bigger fish to fry than all this feeling talk.

Can we get a move on?

I'll be back for you.

Well, this is utterly ridiculous.

Making you come in on a weekend for this farce.

There's no way I'm the source of that e-mail leak.

Our diagnostics show otherwise.

That e-mail definitely originated from your account.

Well, that is impossible.

Why would I do something like that?

I was a bridesmaid at Don Foushee's wedding, for God's sake.

Did anyone have access to your computer other than you?

No. I take cyber-security extremely seriously.

Did you bring your laptop?

Again, no one had access to this machine...

- other than yourself, correct? - No.

Of course not.

Namaste. You've reached Gordon Jerrod's voicemail.

You know what to do.

Thank you.

Nurse says the doctor will be another 10 minutes.

He said that 10 minutes ago. I hate hospitals.

I know you do, but, Ledda, you gotta get another CAT scan.

You don't have to have treatment.

We just need to know what's going on so that we can...

- make arrangements. - I wanna be cremated.

Ledda, I'm not saying right now. I'm saying in time.

- Goddamn. - Hey, Hilda told me about Dana Miller.

- Said she was real cute. - Yeah. Her dad's sick...

so she's here taking care of him.

- She said you were flirting. - What?

- Yeah. Mm-hm. - Hilda said I was flirting with her?

- What made her say that? - She said that you, uh, smiled twice...

and that you laughed once.

- I was just being polite. - Oh, is that it?

Well...

she did, um, give me her card.

- You gonna take advantage of that? - You serious?

- With everything that's going on? - Wade, pretty soon...

you're gonna be a single man with three children.

- What a catch, huh? - Yeah. That's my point.

You should call her.

I'm gonna grab it.

- Unh! Ooh. - Ha-ha-ha!

- Barnabis, you seen Lil' Foster? - Uh...

No, Bren'in.

Well, anyone laid eyes on him?

Trevor and Phil'up said that he's been up in his teepee all day.

Well, he unwell?

I don't think so. He's just...

- He's busy. - Doing what?

- Barbara... - Right.

- I see. - All respect, Bren'in...

he did just get out of prison.

You think that's an excuse to abandon family...

- in their greatest time of need? - I guess not.

- You can go. - All right.

- Hey. - Hey.

- What are you drinking? - That depends.

You haven't returned my calls all day.

- Why'd you ask me here? - To reassure you.

I don't suspect you of leaking that e-mail.

Thank God.

I've been thinking about it. I had to have been hacked.

It was probably in some coffee shop with Wi-Fi.

Can I get a pinot noir if you got it, merlot if you don't?

Others might think you had something to do with it...

- but I don't want you worrying about me. - Others?

I just keep thinking, who would do something like this?

Trust me, if I knew that, I'd buy this whole bar a round.

You don't think anybody in Mount Witness?

- Escalation from the parade? - No, I don't think so.

- You seen their website? - Uh-uh.

- Makes craigslist look flashy. Heh, heh. - Heh-heh-heh.

- No, I don't think they have the skill set. - Mm.

True, but I just... I have this feeling in my gut.

Wonder who might be sympathetic to their cause.

I have no idea. Certainly not me.

Although, you did backdate Breece Dobbs's paperwork...

so Ledda could get health insurance.

That seems a bit sympathetic, don't you think?

That's called having a heart, Matt.

Thanks for letting me know I'm being watched.

Oh, you don't have to do that.

Oh, I do.

My daddy always said, if you're gonna drink with the enemy...

make damn sure you're the one who's paying.

I gave up motherhood and my marriage for this company...

and I will crawl over glass before I let a man like you...

play games with me.

Well...

heh, to old friends.

Are you waiting for its permission, or...? Heh.

- I'm not much of a drinker. - Well, you certainly aren't.

Well, it's better that way. At least I know you're not an alcoholic.

Yeah.

I have to say, I was really surprised that you called.

Oh, yeah. My sister thought it would be a good idea.

Hm.

Just what every woman wants to hear. Heh.

No, but either way...

I have been going stir-crazy up at that house...

so it's really nice to see a familiar face.

I'm surprised that you recognized me.

How could I not?

- You have the same eyes. - We all have the same eyes, don't we?

You always this good at taking a compliment?

- Yeah. Pretty much. Heh. - Ha-ha-ha.

Yeah, I know.

You know what else I remember?

I remember when you were a little boy telling me...

that you were gonna be a policeman.

Look at you now: the sheriff.

Seems like you're doing real well for yourself.

Yeah. I mean, it might look that way.

You know, I mean, I... It's funny, isn't it?

I mean, I think when you're young, you know...

you have these ideas, you know?

You got plans about what you wanna do...

and then you realize that life is really just playing the hand that you're dealt.

Like, you know, you remember how my...? My dad died?

Yeah, I remember.

And right after that, my mom died, and then...

you know, my wife died.

My brother... My brother-in-law died.

Now my sister's dying.

I'm so sorry, Wade.

I can't even imagine.

It's nobody's fault. It's just one of those things, you know?

I mean, I'm the last one standing, so...

maybe it's mine.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

You sure she's coming?

We been waiting since the sun set, and all I've seen is lard-ass families.

This is where she lives.

- She's gotta come back sometime. - Mm.

Don't get me wrong, but you look...

damn ridiculous dressed like that.

We can just sit here quiet. Don't need to talk.

You really think you can live in two worlds?

Well, I have to if I wanna see Sally-Ann.

Well, she's a little something, but don't tell me there ain't...

five Farrell women just as ready to step out with you.

That may be so, but ain't none of them gonna have my baby.

I want this kid to know both his parents, so I gotta dress the part.

I can't believe it.

You are gonna be a daddy.

What's it like?

Well...

I probably ain't the best one to ask, but sometimes, it feels like...

you'll never do anything better in your life.

That all your good is in them.

- That's her. - This ain't gonna take two shakes.

Hasil? Is that you?

Yeah. Uh...

Sorry.

Oh, no.

I have to apologize to you. Um...

It's been a long day.

- You do not need to explain. - No, no. I do.

I met Andi-Rae when I was still in high school, so...

I never really been on a date before, you know?

So I didn't know what to do.

Crying's not generally advised, but...

- I... I heard that. Yeah. - Ha-ha-ha.

I understand.

Moving on is hard.

This is my first date since my divorce...

and I nearly puked driving over here. I was so nervous.

That's good. I mean, I'm...

I'm glad it wasn't just me.

Well...

- This your car? Yeah. - Yeah.

- I got it. - Oh, thanks.

Well, you should call me. You know, we could...

- We could have a do-over. - Okay.

Hell, the way things are going with my daddy...

it'll probably be my turn to cry next, so...

- Um... - Well...

- It was nice seeing you. - You too. Good night.

Well, hello, Wade Houghton.

Hello.

God, she don't give up, do she?

Will you shut up back there?!

Hey, pull over, right over here.

Thank you.

You don't have to do this, you know.

Come on home. Bring your girl.

I'll make things right with the elders.

And that'll be my sorry to you. How's that sound?

It sounds like you fell down, hit your head and woke up a new man.

Maybe we both did.

Yeah.

Foster Farrell VI.

That's fair.

Hello?

All right, everybody say "strip sticks" on three.

One, two, three.

Strip... LIL' FOSTER: Ah! Ah!

- What you got for that one? LIL' FOSTER: Lucky for me, bad for you.

Mm...

- That's you. Come on! - Pbbt...

- Take it off. - Every time.

LIL' FOSTER Hello, Bren'in.

- You care to join us? - Can I talk to you?

Outside?

What are you doing?

Well, up until a couple of minutes ago, I guess I was in this here teepee...

about to get naked with beautiful women...

I don't know who you are right now.

- Your kin is suffering. They need you. - Need me to what?

Need me to farm a bunch of roots that I wouldn't give to a pig?

Or convince them that kidnapping a coal devil...

bringing him up here, that's a great idea.

Well, what, in your humble opinion, Foster, would be a good idea?

Nothing.

There ain't no point in fighting.

People down there, they got guns that they ain't afraid to use.

They got ways of getting in your head and twisting up your insides.

So in the meantime, I think that us Farrells should dance...

make love...

and drink in all this beauty...

before it all goes to shit.

And us right along with it, how about that?

That's what I think.

I heard someone say you been having nightmares.

I know what that's like.

What happened to you in prison?

I killed a man.

I killed a man.

We done here?

Because I'm done talking to you.

So that's it?

They are poisoning our children, and you're not gonna fight for us?

Why should I?

Tell me one reason why I should.

Watching you marry my fa taught me one thing.

Some things...

just ain't worth fighting for.

"Turtles swim, and moths do fly.

How many animals can you spy?

Bright lizards creep...

and little snails crawl.

Living in harmony...

one and all."

I wanna go back to school.

I was studying before I met you, and I miss it.

All right.

And I want you to stop hiding things from me.

- All right. - Okay.

What are you doing?

- I was reading the baby a bedtime story. - Mm.

Keep going.

- I'll start over. - All right.

"Turtles swim, and moths do fly."

Which one is "turtles"?

It's this word, with the T.

- That's the T? T? - Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

- There's T. - And T?

There's another one. Heh-heh-heh!

This reading thing ain't gonna be so hard.

Maybe not.

Just so you know, I could've called the police, but I didn't.

- I'm a friend of the Farrells. - Good.

Let's go for a walk. Huh?

- Friend? - Ow!

Ow! Get off!

Let go of me! Help!

Help me!

Ledda, you seen my sunglasses down there?

Ledda?

Ledda?

Ledda.

What is it?

What's the matter?

The hospital called.

Okay.

What'd they say?

I'm in remission.

What are you talking about?

- Are you joking with me? - No.

- How? - I don't know.

I stopped listening after they told me that the cancer was going away.

Goddamn...

- What happened? - The medicine helped...

but then, in the night, he took a turn.

I don't understand.

I'm sorry, Eela.

♪ My boy went a-wandering ♪

♪ Full of hope and pure of heart ♪

♪ He drank from the sweet spring ♪

♪ Which forced his spirit ♪

♪ To depart ♪♪

I'm a woman of peace.

But the time for peace is over.

We got that coal boss coming up here...

and her fate will be tied to ours.

She will sit at our table, she will eat our food...

and she will drink our water.

- Go on. Go, go, go. - Hey!

- Come on. - Ow! All right. That is it.

I'm not going one more step.

- Yes, you are. - No, I'm not...

- you pathetic, deranged hippie. - You...

Ow! Ow!

Let me go! Aah!

Let me go!

Translated by: Will Motomura