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Just tell me why.

BeckyLyn.

BeckyLyn, I won't hate you.

I promise.

Bless you, Sister.

The Prophet.

Take heart.

- Prophet. - Courage, son.

Alexandra.

Be brave, girl.

She confess?

She's still in shock.

You're a doctor now, Hiram?

And you know I don't like the county here.

It's a murder, sir.

It'd be better if she confessed.

I saw them carry him out.

You were there?

In a plastic bag, like garbage.

You shouldn't have been there.

Things like that don't happen to us.

It didn't happen to us, Queenie.

Sawyer Scott was one of us.

BeckyLyn is one of us,

and she's sitting in a jail cell right now,

with the Gentiles.

She's gonna have her day in court.

- And if she didn't do it... - She didn't do it.

That's not up to us.

BeckyLyn didn't kill her husband.

Honey, the Prophet is waiting for us to make a mistake.

And we're not going to, are we?

That's my girl.

Daddy.

Hi, honey.

Angela! Good morning.

Morning, Dad.

- Morning, Mom. - Hi, baby.

Hey, Jordan.

What's up?

She did it. She killed the son of a bitch.

I'm holding on your rope

Got me 10 feet off the ground

And I'm hearing what you say

But I just can't make a sound

You tell me that you need me

Then you go and cut me down

But wait

You tell me that you're sorry

Didn't think I'd turn around

And say

That it's too late to apologize...

Jordan.

You know what you did.

You touched a girl, didn't you?

You touched Queenie, didn't you?

Sawyer.

You have to go now, Jordan.

One day you'll understand.

I'd take another chance

Take a fall, take a shot for you

I need you like a heart needs a beat

But it's nothing new

Your ring.

Turn around.

No, please!

Sorry like the angel

Heaven let me think was you

But I'm afraid

It's too late to apologize

It's too late

I said it's too late to apologize

It's too late

It's too late to apologize

It's too late

I said it's too late to apologize

It's too late

Did anybody see you?

Just the whole town.

I'm sorry about your mother.

I don't wanna talk about her.

She loves you.

She needs you.

This is what we used to do, remember, and I always won.

You did good.

I mean, you still live in Mesadale.

And you married a cop

when you were 16.

- You're gonna get serious? - Just for a minute.

Not allowed.

I should have written you back.

I... I couldn't because...

- For 10 years. - It was my fault.

- No. - We were too close.

No, we were best friends.

Boys and girls are not supposed to be best friends.

Yeah, yeah. Sitting in that crappy classroom

listening to the Prophet's tapes every day,

"A righteous boy will populate the Earth.

"A righteous boy will kill his enemies."

"The righteous boy will not covet his neighbor's daughter."

You really think that's what did it, because I touched your arm?

No!

It was because of my old man.

He was worried about the competition.

That's why they throw the righteous boys out and you know it.

How else will the elders get their hands on those luscious little girls?

And then, what does my loving mother do about it?

She give me... This is great.

She gives me 12 bucks and a change of sacred fricking underwear

and dumps me in the middle of nowhere.

Was it hard?

Getting tossed out?

Your life. After.

It was the best thing that could have ever happened.

I'm fine.

I work construction, I have a decent apartment, and I have friends.

One of your friends a girl?

Not right now, no.

You know, I have to say I didn't expect this.

I mean, where are the other wives and the 20 kids?

There aren't any.

Hiram has refused to take another wife.

Why?

Because he loves me.

And I love him.

This is Hiram Alton we're talking about, right?

The guy who wears a gun for the church?

For the town.

That's what I said.

He's a good man.

And the Prophet doesn't mind?

He likes Hiram.

So he hasn't forced another wife on him yet.

And you leave before he does.

You take Angela in one hand,

and you take your cop in the other,

and you get the hell out, I'll help.

I know people in the real Mormon Church.

People who helped me. They'll take you in

and they will keep you safe from these crazy bastards down here.

I'm gonna show you something, all right?

But please don't ask me why I got it.

"Wife No. 19."

My mother was number 19.

"A complete expose of Mormonism

"revealing the sufferings of women in polygamy.

"By Ann Eliza Young, 1875."

Even I know who that is.

Does Hiram know you have this?

Has it helped?

- You haven't read it. - I... I will.

"Dearest reader, it is to show the pitiable condition

"of women held in a system of bondage

"more cruel than African slavery."

It's not a joke.

You always do that. Every time things got bad, you made jokes.

Were they funny?

Your mother's in jail.

For murder.

And that isn't funny.

That's her problem, not mine.

Then why did you come?

You want me to leave?

I want you to go see your mother.

I prayed to our Heavenly Father,

that he would bring you to me, and he did.

I know why you've come.

Why?

To save me.

What?

No, that is not why.

I just... I came...

I don't know why I came.

I don't owe you anything.

I didn't wanna give you up, Jordan.

I loved you, I will always love you.

Great way to show it.

The Prophet said God wanted that from me and from you.

And from me, too?

I thought that you would understand that by now.

Okay, here's what I understand.

Your insane religion, all of it is crap.

And you know what I thought when I read about the murder?

I thought, "Thank God she finally woke up."

Jordan, I did not kill your father.

How could you believe that?

I loved him.

That is why you've come.

To help me get out of here, because I did not do it.

So you'll go to the lawyer and you'll tell him. All right?

Tell him.

No. No, of course.

You don't owe me...

...anything.

Do you?

Should've seen her face.

It was like I punched her.

And they cut her hair.

Yeah. Can you imagine what that...

You know I could've just said,

"I'll go see the lawyer," make her happy.

Not that I'm here to make her happy.

God forbid.

Not that it would make a difference either.

I mean, what's the lawyer gonna say?

That she's innocent.

Do you really think your mother could hurt anyone?

Dropping me off in the middle of nowhere doesn't count?

Come on.

I mean, what choice did she have?

A woman saying no to her husband in this town?

She did the best she could.

Well, her fingerprints are on the gun.

The sister wives saw her.

I don't care. She didn't do it.

You're so sure?

Yes, I am. Absolutely sure.

As sure as you are about your faith?

This is the story of my youth in great Salt Lake City.

My name is Ann Eliza Young.

My father Chauncey was a successful man,

a wagon-maker to the great Prophet Brigham Young.

Sealed to my mother when she was only 15.

We thought we were a happy family.

Until the day he came home with a new wife.

Before my father brought a second, then a third wife into our home,

my mother was a strong and assured woman.

A man could not destroy her confidence.

Yet I would see her become one of those sad wives

who begs for her husband's attention,

and weeps when she's alone.

This is what polygamy does to even the strongest among us.

I don't see what the big deal is anyways.

Hair grows back.

It is forbidden for women in the first church to cut their hair.

Why?

A sister wife's hair must be long.

So that when she goes to heaven,

she can wash her husband's feet with it.

Leave her be.

Mr. Heber, Jordan Scott.

Please.

Well.

Not a happy case.

No.

Now, sad to say, but you're all BeckyLyn has at this point.

Now, I want you to go to your mother,

I want you to tell her to take a plea.

What kind of plea?

Second degree murder.

Just like that?

There are facts, and evidence...

Yeah.

Strongly, strongly against.

Can't you try self-defense or temporary insanity?

You're talking about trial?

No, no, no, son. We do not want a trial. Not in St. George.

We'll get 12 people who see your mother in that dress,

as just another one of those Mesadale fanatics,

who pervert the name of the real Mormon Church, who...

Well, you know better than I.

What's the deal?

It's 25 to 40.

Now...

Twenty?

It sounds like a long time, I know.

It sounds like that's the rest of her life.

No, no, I mean, you can't just give up.

Despite your opinion,

this plea-bargain is in no way a surrender.

Your mother will suffer a far worse alternative

if this goes to court, I promise you.

What alternative?

Well, that would be the death penalty, son.

Um, a small latte to go.

Jordan Scott?

You know me?

I'm your sister.

Well, not really. Only by marriage.

My mom Kimberly, she married your dad after you left.

BeckyLyn's the 19th, my mom's 23.

And proud of it.

Wow. All right.

Proud of marrying that creep.

You know, he used to make the wives cut his toenails?

You ever see his toenails?

Only when he was kicking me.

You know, your mom keeps a photo of you in her room.

When I heard the news about the murder,

I was like, "Lady, you beat me to it."

Sarah.

Five. The fifth Sarah of the family.

But, hey, screw the Sarah. Just call me Five.

How'd you get out?

I ran away.

About a month ago.

Hitched a ride to Vegas.

Remember how the Prophet told us that there was a war in Europe

and all the unbelievers killed each other,

and there wasn't anything left?

Okay, well, when I got to Vegas, I heard this guy,

and he was speaking French.

So, I was so excited, I ran up to him,

and I said, "You survived!"

What are you doing in St. George? Isn't that too close?

Yeah, well, I was just gonna stay here a few weeks.

Just long enough to sneak back into Mesadale,

and get my mom out.

Then the murder happened, and now everything is, like, locked down.

But I know exactly what's gonna happen next.

The Prophet will get some old guy to marry all the wives.

Will keep the family together, and she'll go along with it,

because the Prophet's the frickin' word of God.

They're still looking for the Taliban.

Well, hello, they're 50 miles down the road.

You know anything about the murder?

I ran away.

Right.

Anyway, you know the Prophet. He probably did it.

You think?

I wasn't there.

Here's your latte.

Thank you. Nice to meet you.

Yeah.

It's not a confession.

It's more an arrangement.

BeckyLyn, the fingerprints on the murder weapon are yours,

four sister wives saw you leaving Scott's office,

there's an instant message typed by Scott himself.

Do you wanna hear it?

"MAN OF THE HOUSE: Have to go, my wife is here.

"DESERT MISSY: Which one?

"MAN OF THE HOUSE: Nineteen."

Sign.

Guard.

Hey.

Hiram, this is Jordan.

Yeah, we know each other.

He used to beat me up after school.

Yeah, that was fun.

I told Hiram why you came.

Any advice?

You were excommunicated. I'm sure you know what that means.

Mesadale shouldn't be my first choice for a holiday?

I don't know if you've noticed,

but there's a whole lot of empty country around here.

People disappear.

But that means it's danger for Queenie, too, doesn't it?

Doesn't it?

Daddy.

I'm sorry, Angela.

Forgot about our playtime.

How are you?

Goodbye, Jordan.

Right.

Wait. I'll walk you out.

That was a great idea. You come up with that all by yourself?

What did the lawyer say?

Nothing good.

Well, what?

You know what?

Cop's right. You shouldn't get into this.

I'm already into it, Jordan. Who wrote you the letter?

Who got you out here?

What did the lawyer say?

He said that she could get the death penalty.

Death?

Are you gonna do something about it? Jordan!

Yes.

Okay. Good.

We'll make a plan. We'll...

We?

We.

Okay.

I don't like Jordan.

I do.

He's gonna bring trouble down on you.

He was my best friend.

And he still is.

But you are my love.

Am I?

You're the love of my life. You know that.

I'm your wife, Hiram.

Then follow the commandments of the church, Queenie.

Obey your husband,

don't try to change everything.

I don't want to change anything.

I want it all to stay the same.

Just us.

In our house, like it is right now.

Then I will make sure it stays that way.

Just keep them away.

I will.

I will.

Seeing our home destroyed by polygamy,

I vowed it would never happen to me.

I was naive enough to think I could succeed.

Ann Eliza.

- President Young. - Come.

It's a long walk.

I'm sure you know, child, that in my position,

I am privy to many a rumor.

And one that I hear time and time again,

is that Ann Eliza Webb

has refused every suitor who has bent a knee to her.

The rumor is true, sir.

But in my defense, may I say,

that I have seen what marriage can do to a woman,

and I have no desire to make the same mistake.

It is the duty of every saint in Zion to marry.

Do you not intend to do your duty?

Miss Webb?

Please give your parents my highest regard.

Sister Kimberly!

Why don't I lend a hand?

What are you doing here?

I... Well, I haven't been over since brother Scott's death.

You haven't been over since you were married.

How are the sisters doing?

We are all broken.

He was the love of my life,

thus he was the love of all our lives.

Sister wives are as one.

But then you have no sister wives,

so I can't expect you to understand.

Well, I've known BeckyLyn since the day I was born,

and I just can't believe that she's guilty of murder.

Can you?

If the Prophet tells us she's guilty, then she's guilty.

Did you see her that morning?

No.

Some of the wives said...

I was upstairs with my daughter.

I didn't see anything.

- Upstairs with? - Sarah.

Sarah. Five.

And she was here? I... I...

- I thought I heard that... - She ran away?

Is that what they told you?

Well, they're wrong.

Why would she leave her own mother?

She was taken, by the casinos.

The Prophet said that?

He laid his hand on me, and he said,

"She is in Las Vegas and will never return.

"You must forget her."

Forget your own daughter?

How can you do that?

I can do it.

Now, how come you can just leave Mesadale whenever you want?

I didn't think young women were allowed out.

Hiram lets me.

He lets you. That's nice of him.

That's not what I...

Jordan, my husband loves me.

He protects me. He's the only man in Mesadale

who accepts me as his only wife.

So would you just stop it?

Okay.

Does he know what you're doing now?

You're helping him?

You said you ran away a month ago.

I always thought you were like this true believer.

Your mom said that you were there when Scott was killed.

You saw my mom?

- Hey. - Well, how did she look?

Hey, just tell me.

She looked well.

Okay, 'cause sometimes she doesn't eat.

- And I used to always cook... - Five.

What?

Why did you lie?

Because you just might start thinking that I did it.

Sherlock.

Did you?

Somebody beat me to it.

What is she doing here?

I'm here to help BeckyLyn.

That is just about the worst idea I've ever heard.

A sister and a lost boy

poking around in the Prophet's business.

Do you know how stupid that is?

Don't expect any help from me.

We don't want any help, just a copy of the police report.

That all?

Well, then, why don't I just

violate at least 10 statutes and hand it over?

At least let us look at it.

No.

- Come on, man, help us out! - I said no.

Help us out.

Just cut us a break. Let us look at it.

You don't understand the process.

Just let us look at it.

Okay, Jordan.

No. No is no.

Okay, I... I'm sorry. Sorry, he's very...

I'm not done with him.

Just walk. Walk!

Just walk!

It's just technical stuff, mostly.

Blood spray patterns, pictures.

You know, it's not much help.

If we get caught, am I gonna go to jail?

You bet.

No, no, I'm kidding.

You did an amazing thing. Come on.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Go back.

What's that?

Wow.

SweetSally, Desert Missy and Jen45.

Oh, jeez.

This is good.

Yeah, plus, it makes you proud to know

your father's a horny scumbag.

I mean, 25 wives and he still has to go online.

No, no, it's good. It is, it is.

I'll e-mail them, you know, see if they can help us out.

Hello, Mom.

You didn't leave.

Queenie!

You have faith, it'll grow back.

It's a sin.

Did they give you a choice?

Then it's not a sin.

You'll tell the sisters?

Mom, listen.

We're both doing what we can to help,

but you need to help yourself, too.

You can't just sit there.

I'm not sitting. I'm praying.

Praying isn't gonna get it done, okay?

We need something real, something we can take into court.

BeckyLyn, you must know something about...

About what?

Come on.

Heber told you about the deal, didn't he?

Did he tell you about the alternative?

BeckyLyn.

There is something.

Maybe.

Something?

A rivalry.

Between?

Your father

and the Prophet.

Five said the Prophet had something to do with it.

BeckyLyn, you don't

really think that the Prophet killed brother Scott.

The Prophet would never do anything like that.

Then what are you saying?

I'm tired.

I'm very tired.

I'm gonna get you!

Let me take your bag.

Here we go.

You're gonna make someone a beautiful wife someday.

Won't she? Come on.

You honor our home.

Did Hiram offer you anything?

No, you look like you've had a long day.

Hey, Angela.

Did your mommy have a long day? Hmm?

Was there something you wished to speak to me about?

No, my business was with your husband.

And we're done.

Where you coming from, anyways?

Down in St. George again?

How bad is it?

He's chosen another one for me.

Who?

One of Garth Young's.

Which one?

Evie.

Evie's 14.

You listen to me.

It'll never happen. Okay?

Though I'd hoped my family would protect me,

I knew Brigham's wishes were law.

Ann Eliza, would you sit down?

It seems the Prophet has proposed marriage.

He will look after you better than any man in Zion,

with separate lodgings and $500 a year.

How much for you?

You should consider yourself the luckiest woman in the kingdom.

One of the luckiest, anyway.

How many does he have now, 50?

Ann Eliza. Plural marriage is not a choice.

It is God's will.

Then I will leave, Father, and go to hell.

For I will not wed Brigham Young.

What?

You went to the jail?

- Yeah. - With him.

The Prophet knows, Queenie.

You're becoming a problem for him.

I told you, I will fight for us.

But I will, too.

Whatever I can do, just tell me.

Don't help him.

"Passing"?

You're not bad-looking.

So are you and Queenie like an item?

Yeah, it's hard to get past the stupid clothes.

But she's pretty, isn't she?

She's married.

What, she can't be pretty if she's married?

She can't be an item if she's married.

Is that right?

Well, then maybe you and me...

Okay.

What, you want me to put on a long dress?

No, no, I want you to wait until you're older.

Okay? How old are you?

Eighteen.

Sixteen.

- I'll be 16. - When?

Next year.

Okay. Do you go to school?

Did you go to school?

Do you have anybody who takes care of you?

Did anybody take care of you?

You know, there are places that you can go

that will take you in.

Drop dead, pretty boy.

"Jen45: I'm shocked to hear about Mr. Scott's passing..."

He sent her a photo.

It's our anniversary picture.

I gave him that rifle.

It was my present to him.

And what did he give you?

I know what he was like, Jordan.

I married him on my 15th birthday,

and I'm aware of every sin he did since then.

But he was my husband,

sealed to me by the Prophet himself.

And that's all there is to it.

Sealed by the Prophet who hated him?

The Prophet is above hate, Jordan.

You see the ring? It's my mother's.

Those are her fingers on the gun.

Fingers equal fingerprints.

Her fingers are on the gun because she gave it to him for their anniversary.

Well, if I were the DA,

I'd say, "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

"Mrs. Scott certainly touched the rifle, perhaps many times,

"including the day she shot her husband dead!"

Man, it is like you want her locked up.

I do!

I'd much rather visit your mother in prison

than visit her grave in the Mesadale cemetery.

Jordan.

Bring back the police file.

Hey, what's up?

I can't do this anymore.

- It's Hiram. - Hiram.

He's scared.

I've never seen him scared before.

He said every time that I help you,

it's like they put a black mark in their little book.

They don't need black marks.

They can take his job.

They can excommunicate him. They...

They can kill him and dump him in the woods.

They can make you marry an 80-year-old letch with Alzheimer's.

Is that really how you want to live your life?

We're fighting them.

No, no. You're right.

It is dangerous and she's not your mother.

I don't want to stop helping her.

And I don't want to stop seeing you.

You know I love you.

And I love you.

- I know you do. - No, I...

What?

I worry about you.

Yeah, I worry about me.

So if I stop, what are you gonna do?

It's fine. Don't worry. I've got it.

I got an idea.

What idea?

You were right.

I haven't done my duty toward the sister wives.

I'm here to make amends.

Thank you.

Thank you for this.

Well, at least he had taste.

I don't think they touched a thing.

They just decided that BeckyLyn did it.

Yeah, but that works for us,

because there's going to be something they left.

How about these?

How much do you wanna bet he never opened that in his life?

I've come today because I know you're afraid

of what will happen now your husband is gone.

That heaven's gate will be closed to you,

if you leave this Earth alone, and unwed.

But do not fear.

For tomorrow,

I will marry each and every one of you, myself.

So that, when the Lord asks you

if you are a wife, you can tell him,

you tell him you are the Prophet's wife.

And he shall open the gates of paradise and welcome you

with open arms.

Come to me.

It's not in there. You know, what he's saying. It's not in the book.

Nothing, nothing. It's not in the Book of Mormon.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I guess he did open the book.

What is that?

Was I speeding, Officer?

You get in that piece of crap and drive off, brother.

And you don't think of coming back,

because you don't want to see me again.

You hear what I'm saying?

Jordan! What happened?

I'm okay.

Do you have any idea what this is?

It's a marriage management book.

Keep track of the wives, birthdays, anniversaries, when he had sex with them.

Jordan!

Can you tell us what these mean?

I wouldn't know. They keep the books in code.

Right. So the wives can't find out what he thinks of them.

Sister Mary doesn't like it...

All right.

- Jordan. - No, but it's not all right.

Don't either of you get it? This is all you are to those bastards.

A few dirty scribbles in a notebook because there are so many of you,

they can't remember who they screwed last.

No, you are wrong.

They love us, each in our own way. Queenie?

My husband doesn't keep one of those.

Because you don't live the way that we do, you never have.

But I think you believe.

I try to.

But I do, without trying.

Because it is the law, as set down by the Prophet.

- The Prophet. - Yes, the Prophet!

As he received it by God.

And if you wanna talk to me, you will show me some respect.

All right, all right.

Please.

Just tell me, don't you wanna know what he wrote about you?

I already know.

That morning, he called me to the basement.

He said that he had made a decision.

Will this really help?

It will, I promise.

He said that he no longer wanted to be with me in that way.

He said he was taking me off the list.

- BeckyLyn... - No!

It is my fault.

No, it is not your fault.

I was a faithful wife to him for 30 years.

I obeyed the Prophet,

I obeyed my husband, but...

Of course you did.

But I could only give him one child.

And I was no longer useful.

You know what, if you didn't kill him, you should have.

Jordan, you do not understand.

He is gone, and I will never get into Heaven.

It was my brother who made me understand

that the Prophet could do as he pleased.

His power was absolute.

You've been working for Brigham.

Yes.

Of all the saints, he chose me to construct the great telegraph line.

Save that the pole's rotted,

and the money ran out, and the men filed suit.

I went to Brigham and I groveled and I begged.

He would be delighted to help.

Generous offer.

These gifts don't come without a price, Annie.

What is the price?

You.

Queenie?

What are you doing?

Reading.

What?

It's a true story about Brigham Young's 19th wife.

Is it from the outside?

- It tells about... - Is it from the outside?

Listen to me. It tells about...

It tells about her struggle with plural marriage. That's why I'm reading it.

To help us.

Are you out of your mind?

No.

You bring this into our house?

Hiram.

I'm trying to help, I'm...

Do you know what would happen if they found this?

Let it go, Hiram.

Just give me the book.

I can't even throw this in the trash!

- I'm just trying to help! - Did you think about that?

Give me the book, please!

- Queenie! - Stop!

It's okay. Hey, hey, hey. It's okay.

You will never know how much I sacrificed for you.

It's okay, baby.

Here.

Does he know you're here?

No. Well, probably.

Then you should probably go home.

No.

Okay, I tell you what. I will buy you a burger, okay?

And then you better go.

They're cooked by Gentiles.

You're doing a little light reading?

Don't get me started.

Okay, you know what really drives me crazy

is all that talk, all those sermons and all that righteous crap,

and it's just about sex. That's it.

And the real bonus is that my mother isn't even in the book,

because the rotten bastard tossed her out like a worn-out boot.

Wait a minute.

Do you remember she said that he took her name off the list?

Yeah.

I had done my duty.

I was sealed to Brigham Young.

Sealed to him for the rest of my life.

For my enlightenment, brother Brigham,

what number am I, 50?

I'm afraid the number of my wives has been greatly exaggerated.

You are, in truth, but number 19.

Well, there are others, to be sure,

but they're no longer wives in the biblical sense.

They've come to understand the importance of stepping aside

for the potency of youth.

That potency is of the utmost importance to Zion.

Like yours,

my darling girl.

BeckyLyn wasn't the 19th wife anymore,

that's what your father was telling her.

She'd already been replaced by younger blood.

That was the IM.

"Gotta go, wife's here."

"What number?" "Nineteen."

The new 19. The one who killed him.

Yeah, but there are over 2,000 women in town.

Eliminate married women, women with small breasts, women over 20.

Five.

Yeah, 20, 25...

No, my sister, Five.

She hated him.

She's happy he's dead and she lied about being there.

Let's go.

No.

I'll do this.

You go home, you lock your door and you hide your kid, okay?

- Just go home. - Drive.

Hey. Can we talk?

I'm late for work.

Just for a minute.

It's about the murder.

Damn it!

What are you hiding?

Five.

Five, his mother is gonna be tried for murder.

What?

Okay.

Yeah.

Yeah, what?

Yeah, I was there.

But not when he was killed.

I went back

because I had to save my mom.

Stupid, I guess.

But she seemed happy to see me.

And then,

a bunch of elders show up,

and she turns to me with this, like, blissful smile.

And she says,

"You're gonna be brother Scott's newest wife."

Sarah.

Give me your hand.

You think that is gonna get you some of this?

Not a chance in hell, old man.

You're my father.

Not by blood, sweetheart.

Oh, boy, here he comes.

Mr. Holier Than Thou.

You did well.

Would you give us some privacy a moment?

You better be talking about how you're gonna let me go.

And give me some money, too.

Out of those welfare checks you steal from the government.

Or else I just might go to Channel 9 and spill my guts.

Sit down. Can I ask you something a second?

What?

Now, listen to me, you little slut.

If you don't marry brother Scott as I have ordained,

I'll kill your mother.

Not now, not next week.

But, you'll be afraid for the rest of your life,

'cause you'll know that one night,

I'm gonna knock at your door, and when you open it,

you're gonna find your mama's head in a bag.

It's that simple.

I could hear them in the other room.

Making plans. And I just

sort of, felt myself stand up,

and go to the back door

and run.

And the whole time, I just kept thinking, "He's gonna do it.

"I'll be watching the news, and there'll be a dead body in the woods.

"And it'll be my fault for running away."

But I just...

I couldn't...

I couldn't stop.

Make your own dinner.

Though Brigham gave me a house, I rarely saw him,

as he continued to marry again, and again.

Though he was good to our son,

- I was at his mercy. - Jacob.

As helpless as my mother.

How are you, young man?

Are you planning to move in, brother Brigham?

No, my dear.

Times are hard in desert.

Are they?

I hear little.

Yes, indeed.

Everyone will be forced to sacrifice.

I'm afraid I have to cut your allowance.

How much this time?

I can hardly make do on what you give me now, you know.

I struggle to put food on the table, and...

All.

I must cut it all.

How am I to get by?

Start a garden. Hire out your needle.

You dare stand there and tell me?

You, with half the gold in Zion.

Now, now, now, now, now. Let us not bicker.

Tell me this, then.

How much are you cutting your latest wife?

Did you take away her diamond pendant?

Lest you forget, my gold pays for this house!

And it would take but a gesture to see you out that door.

And if you continue to address me thus,

you will bear witness to what occurs when I truly lose my temper!

Good day to you, madam!

Hiram?

I don't want to fight.

And you know I have been a good saint all my life.

But I don't believe in plural marriage anymore.

Not just for us. For anyone.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

That's why I read the book.

To find out how Ann Eliza escaped it, because...

I look at Angela

and I know that she's gonna face the same thing.

I will not let that happen.

And I know you won't, either.

But, there are only two of us.

And, maybe there's too many of them.

Hiram.

Maybe it's time to leave.

Great. Is he still pushing you to sign that?

I signed it.

Are you working for the Firsts?

I work for my clients, no one else.

You're scared.

The Prophet, he doesn't want a trial, right?

- Something to do with my father? - Jordan.

What you don't know would fill the Grand Canyon, son.

Then tell me! Help me! I'm all ears!

I already helped you.

How on Earth could you help him?

I told BeckyLyn that if he continued to dig in the Prophet's business,

he was bound for a bad end.

That's why you signed it?

That's the truth.

No, it's a lie.

Mom, look at me.

I'm fine.

It's time to let your mother go, son.

I'm sorry, but it's over.

It is not over.

There was a new number 19 that day, Mom. It wasn't you.

I know I didn't do it.

I didn't believe you. Queenie did, but I didn't.

Thank you.

It is not too late. Just tear it up.

But then I would have to go to court.

Which we do not want.

- Yes, we do. - We know the truth now.

And in the court, we can make sure that everybody knows.

You're innocent, Mom. Just tear it up.

To survive, I was forced to take in boarders.

Betrayed by my husband and trapped by my faith, I saw no way out.

I admire Brigham a good deal,

but he's got to be careful with this marriage thing.

It's the children I worry about.

I have it on good authority

that the number now exceeds 50.

Children?

Wives, my dear.

I am his 19th.

And has he left you alone in this?

There is family.

But my father has three wives.

My brother's fortune exists at the whim of Brigham, and...

It struck me right off

there is a simple and legal solution to your dilemma.

Divorce him.

Hello?

I'm not giving up.

I'm not, either.

We're gonna win this, okay?

I know. I know we are.

- I'll see you soon. - What?

I'm on my way.

No, Jordan, they're just...

Hello?

Jordan.

Got to make a joke, every time.

Worried maybe you were out again.

Think we could come in?

Whoa! Careful.

Sit down.

What do you got to say for yourself, sister?

I don't want Hiram to marry again.

I don't care that Jordan Scott's from the outside.

I believe BeckyLyn is innocent,

and I intend to help her.

That it?

Yeah, that's it.

Isn't she something?

I always said Hiram was a lucky man.

Yeah.

Yeah. He is.

But I'll tell you what, sister. That's not why I'm here.

Today I come to ask you something

that might be a little more embarrassing.

You think you got the stomach for that?

Go ahead.

Well, all right, then.

Tell me, Queenie, you got a problem in the bedroom?

- No. - Is it Hiram, then?

Does he have man troubles?

No.

He ain't using protection, is he?

If I find out he's using protection, I'll be a mite upset.

We want more children.

Yeah? Well, I want a whole yard full of them.

Isn't that right? I want an army. And you know why?

For the end time.

"The day is fixed, and the hour is set.

"The signs have been, are now, and will hereafter be shown forth."

And how will they be shown?

As a great war, between the righteous and the apostate.

And?

And for every soldier who falls,

100 must take his place.

One hundred.

Yeah.

And who shall provide?

Womanhood.

Womanhood.

For that is the purpose of a woman, is it not?

That is your... Your glory.

How does that make you feel?

He came through the woods.

Now, look at that poor, sweet sister there.

Now, I think I got her straightened out.

But you, you're like a disease among the flock.

And you just won't take a hint.

So, here's what I'm gonna do.

If you're still too brave or too stupid, yeah,

too much in love with her to get the hell out,

I'm gonna kill her.

Not right away.

But someday, I'll knock on your door, and when you open it,

you're gonna find Miss Queenie's head in a bag.

Okay?

See you later, sport.

Are you okay?

I want you to call Heber and tell him to tear up your plea agreement.

You're gonna tell him about the list,

you're gonna tell him about how he took you off of it.

You're gonna tell him all the bad things

that Dad did to you and to me.

And when the trial's over, they're gonna give you a medal.

I can't go to trial, Jordan.

Goodbye and good luck.

Jordan, Jordan, don't be cruel.

I'm not cruel, Mom, I'm just done.

No.

All right.

For as long as I can remember,

your father fought with the Prophet.

Yes.

Because he felt that a horrible injustice had been done.

And that he should have been made prophet.

What?

Dear old dad.

More than anything,

I want to believe that our Prophet is infallible.

But, I know that no mortal man is infallible.

And my worst fear

is that the Prophet did have something to do with your father's death.

But that I will never say.

And I will never,

never tarnish the name of the Prophet.

So, you're gonna let Heber use the confession?

I am.

You know what, Ma, I had this idea that

I would get you out and we'd go back to LA.

And we'd live together.

On the beach.

You've never seen the ocean before. You'd love it.

Cool air, blue water.

No Prophet.

Good luck, Mom.

I mean it.

What happened?

Promise me that you're not gonna do anything.

Promise me.

Promise!

All right.

We have to leave.

Leave what? Our home?

Our families?

- Our faith? - Our faith.

Faith.

He came into our home, Hiram.

He can come anytime.

And he can do anything that he wants to us.

We have to leave.

No.

- Yeah. - Hey, it's me.

You're still alive?

Can I talk to Queenie, please?

- Hello? - Are you okay?

Yeah.

All right, well, I'm coming over to say goodbye.

Don't. And I don't want you to come here again.

What? Why?

You don't have to worry about me.

What are you gonna do?

Well, I guess I'm just gonna head out of town, then.

Is Five with you?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm dropping her off at the bus station, on my way back home.

She's really looking forward to it.

I'll bet.

Yeah, yeah.

I love you.

I love you.

Goodbye, Jordan.

Oh, God, stop it.

Stop it!

I just want to use your phone!

You got voicemail.

- Do you want me to check it? - Sure.

You scored. Someone called Desert Missy.

She says she has information about your father.

Let me have the phone.

I told you not to come. I said I'd handle it. Now they're gonna know.

Well, they can go to hell.

I called your aunt Carol.

I don't even know my aunt Carol.

She said she can't wait to see you.

You blink a lot when you lie.

It's in a normal house in a normal neighborhood.

- Normal? - Safe.

I think I should try and get my mom out again.

She doesn't want to get out.

Do you kiss little girls goodbye?

Bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

Excuse me?

Desert Missy?

You brought one of them.

Yeah. You knew my father?

Yeah, well. He's a gambler. I'm a gambler.

Of course, we met on a Texas Hold 'Em website.

Got a little more interesting after that.

Wait, you're not one of the wives, are you?

- No. - No.

He showed me pictures of them.

You met him in person?

Yeah, I met him in person.

Used to meet over in Mesquite,

play the casino, and, well, you know.

Well, then, maybe you can tell me why a man who has 25 wives...

Maybe your daddy's tastes ran a little to the...

Twisted?

I'd like to call it "fun."

I don't think his wives were a real fun bunch.

And no offense, honey, but I can't picture that in the bedroom.

Shoot, we did have fun, though.

And I'm gonna miss him.

Okay, well, I am sorry for your loss.

Maybe since you knew him so well, you can tell me what this is.

Sure. Sure.

This is what he called a marriage...

Management book.

That's it.

Yeah. Well, do you understand the code?

Understand the code? I invented the code.

Okay.

His last day.

All right.

Three of a kind.

Means he was happy.

Shoot, that's good to know.

The Prophet, king of spades, makes sense.

Blessed him with the new wife. Typical.

He says here, ace of diamonds.

Means she was hot.

Anyway, he's made an adjustment here.

Wife number 19... Never mentioned names.

Replaced, he says,

by queen of hearts.

Who do you think that is?

Hey.

I know.

You know what?

That I'm the 19th wife.

Hiram?

Hiram.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Hiram.

Hiram.

Hiram.

Five started it.

When she took off, all hell broke loose.

Promise made. Deal done.

And damn it if I'm not gonna hold you to it.

I'll tell you what you're gonna do.

You're gonna shut it and sit down.

You're right. For once. The deal is done.

There's gonna be a wedding tomorrow, as planned.

But not to that little whore.

No. I'm gonna seal you to a worthy woman.

Queenie Alton.

See how the Lord works, Hiram?

You disrespect his prophet and you reap the whirlwind.

The wife he treasures above all else,

the way only Gentiles treasure theirs,

will be taken from him, as an example, let it be, to every believer.

And you are to tell your wife not one word of this.

Tonight, you are to take her to brother Scott, as ordained

so he can give her the joyous news.

It's open!

- Where's Queenie? - She won't be long.

Then BeckyLyn was right.

She was so afraid that the Prophet did it.

The Prophet didn't.

He did it, Hiram.

In a way that people like him always do.

From a distance.

- Safe. - No, Queenie.

I did it.

All by myself.

Because I could never let you go.

Were you ever gonna tell my mother,

or were you just gonna let her sit there and rot?

Unbeliever!

There were few secrets in Salt Lake City.

The news of my divorce from Brigham

soon burst forth like an explosion.

- This is intolerable. - No.

- We need the air. - Harlot!

Jacob! Jacob.

Upstairs.

Stand, damn you. Cowards.

In the end, there was no choice.

Should something befall me, so be it.

But what would become of my child?

It was a terrible vision, my son living the saint's life,

greedily acquiring women.

There was no reason to think he would be any different

from my father, brother, husband.

Unless we left the kingdom, his fate was sealed

as was mine.

How are you?

I'm not sorry I killed Scott.

I am sorry that BeckyLyn went to jail for it.

Would you have said something?

You didn't answer Jordan.

I don't know.

It would've meant losing you.

You have lost me.

You're my husband.

And I will never have another.

And, Angela

will always know that you're her father.

I promise you that.

You remember that book?

The one from the outside?

Yeah.

In the end Ann Eliza escaped.

She left her home

and everything that she believed in.

To save herself, Hiram.

That's what we should have done.

Years ago.

And that's what I'm gonna do now.

With Jordan's help.

You take Angela

and you get her as far away as you can.

Don't come back. It will never be safe for you here.

I'll be back.

I'll be back for your trial.

I'm gonna take the stand,

and I'm gonna tell them that you are a good man.

And that you did it for me.

Goodbye.

I love you.

Wow.

I feel naked.

It's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be good.

Can I have the next model, please?

Come on, Mom! We want to welcome you to the new world.

You're gonna like it, I guarantee it.

It's not my world, Jordan.

It's just new.

No, it's too late.

You're afraid.

I already told you.

I believe.

It doesn't matter that men are weak.

It doesn't matter that the Prophet isn't perfect.

I believe.

And I always will.

But you...

Jordan, please.

Take me home.

Mom.

Jordan.

Let her go.