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Rachel, why don't you want you to see?

No. No, thank you.

The other ladies wanted to see.

I... I don't. I really don't.

I just don't want you to be surprised by what's next.

Rachel, do you know how babies are made?

Yes.

How?

You're forbidden from knowing before marriage.

I just do.

Tell me,

how do you know what a man and a woman do together?

My father taught me.

[echoing footsteps shuffle and stop]

Rachel, this is a sacred moment.

We were very privileged to see the Prophet.

Uncle Roy was the Lord's messenger on Earth.

Pure. Faithful. Just.

He was chosen by God to deliver his message to us.

What happens, now that he's gone?

Your grandfather, Rulon, will become our new Prophet,

which makes our family very special.

Almost like royalty.

But you must not tell anyone that I've shared with you.

Can you keep this secret?

Of course, Father.

Good.

Keep your eyes down.

Your wickedness will not seep into the faithful.

They must have done something bad.

Hello, girls.

Father, what is happening?

Oh, well, the parents,

they object to their daughter not being able

to pick their own husband.

They must obey God, or leave forever.

What will happen to them?

Well, to leave, is to be damned to hell.

Of all the hell's angels, the apostates are the worst.

They will live a life of agony.

They will never know peace.

But don't fret, if you stay sweet, you will be blessed.

I never want to leave.

Oh, Heavenly Father sees you're a good girl.

We shall never be parted.

Do you ever feel like the walls are more to keep us in

than to keep the bad people out?

Father says it's to keep us safe.

I don't like them. You can't see anything.

Wanna play?

We could pretend to be gentiles.

Yes! I'll be the Prophet.

I'll convince you to repent and join our church.

Gentiles are always exposing their arms in public.

It's very strange.

I think I'll live at the beach.

I saw it in a photobook once.

Stay focused. I am the Prophet.

I lead the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ

of Latter-Day Saints.

I don't really like church.

I like to watch television.

Repent, naughty gentile, repent!

You shall practise humility and--

Becky! Rachel! Shame on you both!

Playing gentiles.

The most wicked of people. What a disgusting display.

The Prophet was going to make me good.

We just hadn't gone that far yet.

Did I say you could speak?

You must never uncover your arms or your legs.

A boy could see you.

You're inviting impure thoughts.

The outside world reviles us.

They want to steal our salvation.

This is not a game.

Your souls...

are at risk.

I'll be spanking Becky.

It was my idea to play gent--

Silence. Rachel,

go help your mother in the kitchen.

You will come to my office after dinner.

Yes, Father.

Good.

Oh.

Come in.

I apologize, Father.

What I did was wicked and wrong.

I would like to be punished.

What makes you think you deserve punishment?

Becky received a correction, so I deserve one, too.

Oh.

ok

I've decided to offer you forgiveness.

Will you admire the gentiles again?

No?

Good.

Do you know what your father's job is?

You work for Grandfather Rulon, our blessed Prophet.

Yes. That's right.

And he's a very powerful man.

Very.

Anointed by God.

And that makes me very powerful, too.

And I must be obeyed.

Just as you would obey the Prophet and God Himself.

I understand. I know you do.

Come closer.

Rachel...

I've assigned everyone their chores

for after school.

Laundry? Not again!

Becky, is that a complaint?

Of course not, Mother Barbara. That'd be a sin.

Not eating? Are you sick?

No, Mother.

There's nothing wrong with her

that going outside won't fix.

Now, go. Go to school. Oh.

Was your punishment worse than mine, or the same?

I don't know.

I didn't cry. You never cry.

I know. It's my best quality.

What's wrong, sister?

Oh, I had a bad nightmare last night.

Was it scary?

Yes.

What if God was mad at me?

What if the nightmare was to punish me?

For playing our gentile game?

We apologized, and I don't think he holds grudges.

So, maybe if I'm really good,

God won't give me nightmares again.

Exactly.

Girls! Girls.

You have to go to the principal's office before class.

Yes, Mother.

All right, go on.

We weren't late.

Oh, you're not being punished. Have a seat.

I have a present for you.

Really? Yes.

For both of us? Mm-hmm.

Rachel, are you excited?

Sandals!

I knew when I saw them,

that my girls had to have them.

I've just been waiting for the perfect time.

I hope you like them.

It's not like Father to give us gifts.

If he's giving them to us, it must be okay.

I just want to do what's right for God's forgiveness.

Rachel, smile.

It pleases me and God when you smile.

See? God forgives you.

We got presents. No more nightmares.

Off to class.

I see you've given the girls pretty, new sandals.

What of it?

Oh, nothing. I'm surprised.

You've never done anything like that. It's generous.

You're surprised I got my own girls a gift?

You know, you should not question the kindness

I have for my own children.

I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to do that.

Tell Rachel to come to my office after dinner.

You're late.

Close the door.

I need help cleaning my office.

Cleaning?

Uh-huh.

You're moving very fast.

I just want to get to bed early.

Well, you do look tired.

Come sit.

What is the only emotion women are allowed to have?

Sweetness.

That's right. You must keep sweet and obey.

Sit.

Come here now.

Rachel.

Don't you ever interrupt me in my office!

Rachel!

Rachel...

...have you been getting enough sleep?

Yes, Mother.

Is something on your mind?

No. Just praying extra hard.

Well, we need our rest to best serve God.

Music helps me connect to God.

Perhaps it will help you, too.

I don't know how to play.

Well, I can teach you. Music heals the soul.

You sure you're okay?

She's fine.

All right, let's go fishing today, huh?

The ladies will pack a picnic,

we'll make a day out of it.

Let's go! Let's go!

All right, go get your sandals on!

Oh no, Rachel's not coming.

Rachel, bring your new sandals to me.

And Becky, you can bring me yours as well.

Why, Father? I've been good.

Well, Rachel's bad behaviour has ruined your fun, too.

Now, go! Go get 'em.

What did Rachel do?

She knows.

Go on, put 'em inside.

God, I'm sorry.

Please, make it stop.

I'll do anything you ask.

I'll be extra sweet and hardworking.

I'll serve you every day. Please, help me.

Why are you outta bed?

Oh, I just wanted to talk to God.

Oh. No, no, you...

you can stay. Don't let me interrupt you.

I know the last few days have been very hard on you.

You know, I want you to join family outings.

I want us to get along. And I...

I want us to do nice things for each other, right?

Don't you?

Yea.

But you see, that can't happen

if you run away when I'm instructing you

on how to be a good wife.

Instructing me?

Yeah,

instructing you.

And those are very important lessons, Rachel.

Oh. Yeah.

Why don't you come with me?

There is so much more I can show you.

Father, no! Please!

Shh, shh, shh. You've got to be very quiet.

So, be quiet, all right?

Please don't make me.

Is this any way to treat me?

Your loving Father, huh?

Oh.

God is very angry with you.

Come with me.

[ticking clock speeds up then stops]

Mother?

Oh, Rachel.

Are you okay?

You can tell me.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

Father...

What about Father?

He's been doing bad things to me.

And making me do bad things to him.

No, no, no, that's...

no, that, that's not right.

I'm gonna put a stop to this. Right now.

Mother?

Go back to your room.

What happened?

Dear God, I understand now.

I must repent and stay devoted

until you see fit to end these punishments.

Only my faith will save me.

Rachel...

Must you always be defiant?

Kneel.

You will obey.

Hmm. Good.

Good girl.

Be quiet. Be very, very quiet.

I liked that very much.

Thank you. You taught me well.

You far surpass my own talent.

You were right.

About what?

Music brings me much comfort.

It offers hope, and heals. I'm very grateful for it.

Great. Well, I have a surprise for you.

There's a very special dinner

at the school tonight and I will be taking all of my ladies.

Mother Alma here will stay back and manage the children.

It's an honour.

Good. Well, we should get going.

Let's head out.

Rachel, can I have a moment, please?

You failed my test.

When I asked you to kneel in my office.

There will be consequences.

You forced me to kneel

and now I'm in trouble for doing it?

Do not question God.

Yes, Father. Hmm?

One more thing, you all be good to Mother Alma, here.

All right.

We start prayer at 6 p.m.

Bed right after.

You all finish your chores.

Go!

I love this time of day.

God takes his paintbrush to the sky.

Do you think this is what heaven is like?

I used to think so but...

this can't be heaven.

Why, because Mother Alma's here?

I kinda feel bad for her.

She gets left behind a lot. It must be hard.

Rachel! Becky! Where are you?

You still feel bad for her?

Let's stay out a little longer.

Do you ever pretend that you live someplace else?

No.

Imagine the sunset over water.

It's not a fancy place,

but our grandmother who left the church, she lives nearby,

in Centennial.

I heard that she actually offered to help our mothers

if they ever wanted to leave the church.

I wouldn't mind visiting her one day.

No. No, no, no, that, that, that's wrong.

No matter what happens,

we-we can never leave the church.

Our suffering is for the greater good.

We'll be blessed in the afterlife.

I know. I didn't say I wanted to leave forever,

just... just a visit.

I'm going to call your father!

If God doesn't spite us for talking about this,

Mother Alma will.

Coming!

Let's go.

Go.

You will go straight to bed now for disrespect.

We're very sorry, Mother Alma.

No. You are not.

You think you're better than all of us.

That's not true.

All those secret little visits with your father.

Next time he asks you to do something alone,

why don't you ask him to take one of your sisters instead?

No. They can't. Ever.

You are so selfish and that is a sin.

Both of you are.

You're just mad because father left you alone, again.

I hate you!

We all hate you!

Leave us alone.

Are you okay?

It was worth the slap just to see you stand up to her.

Who are you?

You've had a bad report.

Each of you will now be disciplined.

The little ones had nothing to do with this.

If you truly want to protect them,

don't behave badly.

Becky, you'll be first.

Ooh, playing tough, girl?

Okay.

Enough! You back up, little girl.

What about me, huh? I'm ready for my punishment.

Well, you...

you're too old for spanking.

I hate when you touch me and make me touch you.

I want to feel normal and safe again.

My life is not my own.

All of this feels wrong. I hate it.

I know you know what I'm talking about.

I cannot live this way anymore.

No, no, no, no, stay. Stay.

Rachel, please forgive me.

I'm begging you. You've got to forgive me.

S-s-stop. Get up!

No. No, no, no, no. Stop. No, God.

God's not going to forgive me.

All right, you're frightened and you're ashamed

and now we both must face what we've done in God's eyes.

Both of us?

Yeah, both of us. We both must repent.

God knows everything in our hearts.

Okay? He sees everything.

You gotta forgive me, please.

Please. Will you forgive me, please?

Please?

No, forgive me. You'll forgive me.

Please, forgive me

so God can hear you.

I... I forgive you.

I forgive you.

I forgive you!

You're a good, clean girl.

We'll keep all of this just between you and I.

You understand?

Good.

It's over.

Thank you.

You're crooked again.

Just follow the line.

I'm trying.

It's just a straight line.

Look, like this. See? Right along.

How did you do that? It's so straight.

It's not supposed to be complicated.

Okay, I'll try.

Ladies.

It is time to end one chapter and begin another.

You can't live in the past anymore.

Isn't that right, Rachel?

The Prophet has decided you're both to be married.

What? Yes.

No. No, I'm not ready to be married yet, Father.

We're only 18.

Well, the Prophet chooses who, and when, you marry.

Are you so quick to abandon his teachings?

No. No. I-I'm not, Father.

We just ask for a little more time.

Please, can you talk to Grandfather?

What if I tell him I choose

to keep you at home for another...

two years?

Yes, thank you.

Come to my office tomorrow. We'll discuss it further.

Oh, that was close.

Why aren't you more excited?

I don't trust Father.

Getting two more years of freedom is a blessing.

Yeah, right.

Ladies, I have a surprise for you.

I think you know Richard and David Allred.

Grandfather's bodyguards.

What are they doing here?

Well, Becky, you are to be married to David.

Rachel, you will marry Richard.

Tomorrow.

But you said we could wait. You promised.

Becky.

Rachel, are you feeling all right?

Are you sick with happiness?

Sit with your husband.

It's okay if you don't want to.

Thank you. No.

No.

You will sit.

You're lucky to receive these men.

Chosen for their absolute loyalty.

They will report everything to me.

It'll be like we're still together under one roof.

Well, why don't you head out to the hallway

and get acquainted? Alone?

Yes, Becky.

Wives are the property of their husbands.

You will belong to these men for eternity.

So, go.

Rachel, come here.

Ask Richard for a baby tomorrow night.

He's a stranger to me.

Promise me

you will ask him for a baby.

Promise me.

Yes, Father.

Good girl.

Well, I would marry you myself if I could,

but this is the next best thing.

Welcome home.

Hello, Rachel. I'm Trish.

And I'm Molly.

This must be a big change for you,

given the mansion you used to live in.

Oh, uh, I wouldn't call it a mansion.

I would.

Your grandfather is the Prophet.

I'm happy to be here.

This is my bedroom.

I'm sorry, I don't have an extra room for you.

When my ladies are with me,

you'll have to sleep on the couch down the hall.

I did manage to clean out this drawer for you.

Thank you.

Your father wanted me to call him tonight to check in on you.

Hmm, Father told me to ask you for a baby tonight.

I see.

Is that what you want?

Father wouldn't be very happy if I disappointed you.

You're not.

How about we wait

and you ask me for a baby when you're really ready?

Is that okay?

You can sleep on top of the covers tonight

if that makes you feel better.

Thank you.

I can make the eggs.

Your help isn't needed.

Um,

okay.

Please don't touch Rich's clothes. Ever.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Is there anything I could do that could be helpful?

You could get out from underfoot.

No one wants or needs you here.

Everyone hates me.

They won't let me touch anything.

I don't know what to do.

It's not easy being a plural wife.

No, it's... very hard.

To reach the highest degree of glory in heaven,

each man must have at least three wives.

The instruction ended there.

No one really knows how to live it.

I thought that leaving this house would be a blessing,

a fresh start.

It still can be.

How?

I live in a house with a complete stranger

who's in love with two other women.

How am I supposed to build

a meaningful relationship with him?

Just behave in a loving way toward Rich.

That can be your job right now.

Eventually, real love will grow.

And what about the other wives?

I wish I had advice.

I'm still not sure how to manage it after all these years.

Rachel, can you grab me the rake?

I think it's in the shed.

Oh!

Thank you.

I wanted to do something nice.

It's our three-month anniversary.

You've survived three whole months with me?

I should be buying you flowers.

You're very special.

I bet you say that to all the ladies.

No, I could never get away with that.

You women tell each other everything.

Not me. I...

I don't think they like me very much.

They're still getting to know you.

Well, until then, I'll be here in my garden kingdom.

Oh, can I come visit?

No boys allowed.

What's that face about?

Nothing.

It's definitely something.

I think I'm ready to be with Rich.

You haven't been with him yet?

I've been trying to work through some fears.

Trying to see the, the good in front of me,

instead of the pain of the past.

What pain?

Just...

just silly fears, really.

Have you been with David?

Yes.

A lot.

Was it... strange?

No. No, David is...

he's a blessing in every way.

Now who's making a face? You're doing it.

Stop, no I'm not. Yes, you are.

I have guard duty tonight.

I'll miss you.

You should come with me one night.

Maybe I will.

Until then...

Rich,

I'd like to try for a baby.

Rachel, do you know how babies are made?

Yes.

How? You were forbidden from knowing before marriage.

I... I just do.

Tell me.

How do you know what a man and a woman do together?

My father taught me.

You see me differently now.

No. No, that's not true.

I love you, Rachel.

Nothing could change that.

Thank you.

I've been waiting for my whole life

for someone who understands.

I'm on your side.

You're my wife.

I always knew that one day

I would have to talk to Rachel's husband.

I confess,

I confess that in teaching Rachel, I got too close to her.

I ask for your forgiveness.

Good.

Heavenly Father and our Prophet,

they understand the true purpose of my lessons.

They do.

You bringing this to me, and God,

shows your faithfulness

and your righteous understanding.

Isn't that right, Richard?

Yes. Of course.

Thank you for your time.

Well, thank you.

I will give you a moment.

From one person of silence to another.

Let's not speak of this further.

It will be too painful for me.

Let's go home.

I can't wait to start a family with you.

I know that we've only been gone

for 20 minutes but--

You miss the little ones?

Yes, all three of them.

Martha, Rulon, Barbie, we're home!

I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding.

Trish and Molly left our children in a closet!

They put them downstairs to nap and left them there.

I can't get in the middle.

They already think that I favour you.

It's one thing for them to hate me,

but to take it out on our children?

They're just a little jealous.

Please, try to remain patient.

I have been patient for five years.

I've never complained about anything.

Sleeping on a couch in the hallway,

or a million other things.

They're mean and they're hateful.

Rachel, please.

Say something.

If not for me, for your children.

David?

I'll let her know.

What?

The Prophet has died.

I can't believe Grandfather is really gone.

Who will be the Prophet now?

I don't know.

Our Father Rulon, our beloved Prophet,

he came to me in spirit.

And today, I saw his face again,

in my brother's face, Warren Jeffs.

As you know, Rulon consulted

with Warren on all church matters before his death.

God, my father, have chosen brother Warren

to be his rightful successor.

God is good.

After his stroke,

praying on Father's inevitable passing,

I was frightened.

What would happen to us in his absence?

Thankfully, the Lord spoke to me.

Directly.

He made me an apostle and anointed me his new messenger.

Testimony of my brother confirms it.

Please pray for me and father's wives.

They are not to be touched. Not to be married again.

They will forever be widowed.

Forever my father's devoted wives.

These are indeed hard times, I know.

But it is important to remember,

my father is no longer sick.

He rejoices in the kingdom of heaven,

and we will meet him again

if we stay devout.

Mother?

Why are you making such a bountiful meal?

Your father, our Prophet,

has decided to marry some of your grandfather's wives.

But he said that they would never marry again.

Well, he must have changed his mind.

I don't understand, he's marrying his own mothers?

Not all,

just his most devoted.

I don't question his decisions.

I live to serve the Prophet.

Mother, you should rest.

Making a wedding feast is too much for you.

I'm happy when I'm working.

You look well.

We don't get to spend much with each other anymore, do we?

I came here to talk to you about Mother.

I think she might be sick.

Yes, I was going to call on you.

So, she is sick?

They say it's breast cancer.

Well, when, when will she begin treatment?

Right away. It's stage IV but--

Is it true?

I'm afraid so.

When...

when did you see a doctor?

I found the first lump a few years ago.

Your father assured me it was fine.

I just needed to pray.

You waited years to see a doctor?

Rachel...

Father sentenced you to death.

It is a sin to speak ill of the Prophet.

He did what God instructed him to do.

Do not fret, okay?

I know I will survive. I have two young children.

God would never take me from them,

or from you. Shh.

You must turn your anger into faith.

I'll try.

You can each take one toy with you when you go.

What's going on?

Oh. What's happening?

God came to me last night.

Told me I should take my family to the Land of Refuge in Texas.

Unfortunately, not all my wives are worthy enough

to step foot on that land yet.

Are you taking my children?

No. I'm taking my children.

And it is a great honour for them.

Who will take care of them?

My childless wives will accompany the children.

But not their birth mother?

Their birth mother is not worthy enough yet.

They must learn repentance and fealty.

Who will decide whether or not they are worthy?

God. And I speak for God.

How dare you question me, girl?

I am sick. If you send them away,

I may never see my babies again. Please! Please.

Then I suggest you endeavour to make yourself worthy

so you can join them again one day.

Please. Please, don't do this to Mother. Please, Father!

It is God's will.

Boys.

No, don't worry, we're going to be together soon, okay?

Okay, don't cry, my babies. Don't cry! It's okay.

No!

It's okay, Mother.

No!

Everything will be okay.

No! No! No!

Dear Heavenly Father,

I pray for your understanding once more.

It's been six months since my mother lost her children

and her health continues to decline.

Please speak to Father's heart

so that she can join the Land of Refuge

in Texas before it's too late.

The church remains loyal to my father

and he says Mother will be healed,

that you have told him such.

I am scared and lonely.

Please, tell me that you're here.

Please, just give me a sign.

I-I'm coming. I'm coming.

Molly has the children downstairs.

I-I can't stay how long I'll stay.

The Prophet has decided that your mother

is finally worthy enough to go to the Land of Refuge in Texas.

Oh.

Oh, that's wonderful news.

I'll travel with her.

That won't be possible.

Oh, Father will allow it. I've already asked.

The Land of Refuge is being called Yearning for Zion.

Basically, heaven on earth.

Neither you nor Becky is worthy enough to go.

Have we done something to displease Father?

What can we do to become worthy?

You're worthy of every good thing.

You've done nothing wrong.

The Prophet does right always.

We must stand by his decision.

I spoke against no one.

My wife is in pain.

I will comfort her.

Or is that against the rules, too?

Mother being allowed to go is...

is a blessing.

Have to remember that God answers our prayers.

Your wife is in pain, brother.

Is she not worthy of your comfort?

I don't need advice from you

on how to take care of my family.

And what does that mean?

There's a reason you were chosen

to purchase the land for our refuge,

but only I am worthy enough to step foot on the land itself.

Yes, because Warren knew I wouldn't leave Becky

and the children alone that long.

I won't fight with you, brother.

The Prophet will tell the rest tonight at the meeting house.

He's returned to deliver an important message.

I've gathered you all here today to relay a great secret.

The Lord has spoken to me.

Gentiles and apostates want to kill us.

Soon there will be a great martyrdom in Short Creek.

Your only chance for survival

is to move to a new Land of Refuge.

I didn't realize there was more than one Land of Refuge.

If you need further proof that outsiders

are coming to attack our way of life,

there is now a warrant out for my arrest.

I'm on the FBI's Most Wanted list.

What do you think he's done?

They do not understand our lifestyle,

nor the ages that we marry our wives.

So, I must protect my people.

The most worthy of you will move to Texas.

The other worthy members will move

to a Land of Refuge in South Dakota.

You must keep everything

about these lands secret

or you'll be destroyed by God.

If you are selected for the honour of living in the refuge,

you must listen to trainings, morning to night,

for two weeks.

There are many new rules to learn.

Women and children will kneel down in prayer circles,

every hour, on the hour, from 5 a.m. to 7 p.m.

Clothing will only be made by our own hands.

We will buy nothing from gentiles.

No more braids hanging down your backs.

God wants it up on your heads, and hidden.

It has come to my attention that children sometimes look

at cartoons or read gentile books.

No longer. Movies, television, music, forbidden here.

All children's toys will be burned.

Our people are meant to work and praise God,

not to play.

Labourers will build each house in two weeks.

Each house will have 14 bedrooms and 12 bathrooms.

If you fail to meet these building deadlines,

you'll be sent away and your family will be given

to other more worthy men.

These mighty revelations are a gift from God.

Do you understand?

Good.

Rachel?

It's your mother.

We must go to Texas. Now.

Mama?

It's me, Mama.

It's your Rachel.

I, I'm pregnant again, Mama.

This, this baby will need you.

I need you.

Please.

Please, just open your eyes.

Please just say something.

Don't leave me.

My wife, Barbara Jeffs,

she was not a perfect person.

She was jealous, and that is a grievous sin.

Take heed.

The Lord gave her cancer to punish her.

Her illness has been very difficult for me.

But there is good news.

The pain that she dealt with in her final days humbled her.

And with my help, the Lord accepted her into heaven.

Atoning for her sins and for your sins is terrible work.

I wonder if I'll even survive.

But God is good.

God is good, and he has seen my suffering,

and he has offered me a revelation on how I may survive.

And the Lord told me,

he said,

"Multiple women may join me in my bed at night

to offer me heavenly comfort."

God, please keep those poor girls safe and watch over them.

My mother was good, and faithful.

Why did Father lie about her so easily?

And if he's able to lie about her so easily

then what other lies is he telling?

I fear that he's not the true prophet,

and instead...

is the devil in disguise.

No.

Can we chat later? Rich...

I lost the baby.

I don't want the other ladies to see me talking to you.

You know how jealous they get.

I'm just as much a wife as they are.

I know but they'll take this miscarriage the wrong way.

Their feelings are not right.

Rachel.

Their mistreatment of my children.

They leave them downstairs in the basement,

they give them extra chores,

they allow the other children to bully them.

You must show love to my wives.

The same love they show me?

Your father's been in touch.

He wants everyone to write letters

confessing all of their recent sins.

Maybe you should ask him for guidance.

Our Prophet

has bravely left his new house of hiding

to deliver an important announcement today.

You have missed a crucial deadline.

The house that was supposed to be finished

was not built on time.

God has given me a list of names.

If your name is in this list,

it is your fault the building deadline was missed.

Ye shall be cast out

and your families given to other more...

worthy men.

Benjamin, Paul, Edward,

Thomas, Gerald, Frank.

And David. No!

You will not give my wife to another man.

Becky come with me.

He is evil.

No. No!

I'll contact the boys when I get settled.

I forbid you to contact--

I don't care! I'll see my boys!

I have legal rights.

You're not the only that'll fight for their souls.

Get off me!

Father, Becky suffers greatly.

I have received your letter.

My letter?

Your confession letter.

About your sister wives' behaviour towards you

and your children.

Oh, please don't punish them too harshly.

Their punishment will be equal to your own.

Why am I being punished?

For your own words.

You have sinned.

You are filled with so much anger and resentment to me.

I'm sorry, I won't be that way anymore.

It's too late.

I have decided that you, your sister wives,

and all of your children will be sent

to a house of hiding in Las Vegas.

You will speak to no one.

You will stay inside at all times.

And you will pray for forgiveness.

For how long?

You will stay until I feel you are worthy to return home.

Wh-what are we supposed to do inside a house

with nine children all day?

I suggest you turn to God for that question.

It's not my burden.

It's yours. Let's go.

I miss Rich. This is all your fault.

None of that matters anymore.

We have to find a way to survive with these children.

We were told to pray.

And we will.

But the children are little. They don't understand.

We can't get away with breaking the rules.

Uncle Elijah says the neighbours are watching

and will report to him.

Then we'll have to do so carefully and creatively.

Toys are banned but we can allow the children

to access other things for imaginary play.

Anything, towels, clothing, dishes.

Whatever they want.

Uncle Elijah.

We were just putting the children down for a nap.

Would you like some food, or perhaps some water?

No. This isn't a social visit.

The Prophet has been arrested.

What for?

Facilitating underage marriage.

Texas is also preparing a case for sexual assault of a minor.

This unlawful persecution is further proof

that your father is the chosen one.

You must all pray for him.

Now!

But Uncle Elijah, with Father's arrest,

how long will we stay in the house of hiding?

How will he get word to us?

I cannot say.

I suggest you not selfishly focus on yourselves

at this moment.

Pray for our Prophet.

I can't believe you're writing your father another letter.

We have to do something.

The children cannot live like this.

Aren't you happy to see me, ladies?

Yes, of course.

Will you be staying for dinner?

Even better than that.

I have news from the Prophet.

Your punishment is over.

I can bring you all home to South Dakota.

I was beginning to think that he had forgotten about us.

He got your letters on how much you wish

to have more children, to honour him and exalt him.

And...

He wanted me to introduce my new wife, Gloria.

How old are you?

Sixteen.

Welcome to the family.

The Prophet has sent word.

More deadlines have been missed and there will be consequences.

You are all sinners in need of the following corrections.

You must drink water every 30 minutes.

You may not cook with any spices.

No onions, garlic, salt, or pepper.

And parents are now forbidden from hugging their children.

This doesn't make any sense. Father isn't well.

It has also come to our attention

that the apostate David

has been in contact with his former wife, Becky.

He has a lawyer and is pursuing visitation.

Therefore, God has decided to give Becky's children

to another, more worthy family in Texas.

And Becky will be kept in a house of hiding

in Short Creek to atone for her sins.

Uncle Elijah, she hasn't done anything wrong.

Becky, you must have sinned

if God is telling his Prophet so.

Be careful, Rachel,

or a similar fate may befall you.

We'll get through this.

I'll talk to Father.

You're strong, Becky. You never let Father break you.

Uncle Elijah. Hi, um,

we weren't expecting you.

Do you stay for dinner?

Have a seat.

Warren knows that the two of you had sexual relations

while Rachel was pregnant.

He knows this because you struggle to conceive.

We do not struggle.

Baby Nathaniel is not even a year old.

You miscarried. He has proof.

We did miscarry. It was awful.

But not because Rich

and I had relations while I was pregnant.

God told your father otherwise.

He knows you are lying.

You will be moved to a house of hiding in Short Creek

to atone for your deception.

Alone.

What do you mean?

Rich broke the rules by having relations

with you while pregnant.

He will be sent to an unknown location.

He will not see you or speak to his family

until he can prove his dedication

to the Lord and our Prophet.

No! No!

Rich loves Father.

He loves his faith. He's devout.

He is not to touch you,

or any of his wives or children,

until the Prophet says so.

Father is under stress in jail.

He sees betrayals where there are none.

This is unfair.

Rachel, you mustn't argue.

If the Prophet sees fit to give us this correction,

we must obey

and pray that we are worthy to be together again soon.

Pack only the bare minimum.

And you,

get yourself and your children ready by morning.

What are we going to do?

Nothing.

We cannot question the Prophet's judgment.

Even now, you're still loyal to him?

What about our children?

I've said goodbye to them.

No, no, we're not supposed to touch.

Mama.

The children will be with your sister wives

in Warren's compound.

Barbie! Just a second, just a second.

My children will stay with me.

My baby is still nursing.

I do the Prophet's bidding, Rachel. Not yours.

Perhaps this is why you're being punished.

Oh no! Please! Pray on it.

My babies! No! No! No!

No! My babies! My babies!

Good girl.

Hmm?

No! Please, God! Can you hear me? Please!

Are my children suffering too?

What have they done to deserve this punishment?

Will my baby know me?

Please. Please,

just tell me what to do.

Just, just tell me what I need to do now.

Please.

Barbie?

Oh, Barbie! Barbie, come here! Come on.

Mother?

Come, Barbie. Now. Cover your eyes.

Ignore the sinner.

Barbie! Come out! Come see me, Barbie!

Let me in!

Mom.

Where's my baby?

Give me back my children now.

You can't have them. These are Rich's children.

After everything we've been through,

I would never keep your children from you.

I've already called Elijah.

You don't have much time.

Oh, come here, my babies! I missed you so much.

Oh, I love you.

I love you so much.

They say you're going to hell. Is that true?

No. No, don't listen to them.

We're scared.

I try to help the younger kids, but they won't let me.

No, you, you're doing everything right.

You're trying your best.

I must be very bad to be punished this way.

No. No, I don't want you to think that, okay?

Isn't that what you think?

Rachel!

You're coming with me.

Look, I'll leave quietly. Not for you, for my babies.

Give me a hug, okay?

Mommy's gonna be back soon, I promise.

Okay, let's go.

I have a message for my father.

Tell him I'm done.

I know exactly who he is

and I'm going to tell everyone.

I want my kids back... now!

This cannot stand.

You pushed her too far.

This is your fault. I do not want her lured into weakness.

I need to keep her under control at all costs.

Mommy, mommy! Oh, my babies!

You should thank the Prophet for this blessing.

You don't deserve it.

I'm glad that he finally sees what I'm capable of.

I'll be increasing security patrols.

See that you stay inside, Rachel,

or there will be consequences.

Becky!

Come in, come in.

How did you find me here?

Molly delivered my food

and she let it slip that you were back

in Short Creek too, so I started sneaking out at night

and going door to door. I knew I'd find you eventually.

What if security saw you?

I hid from them.

But even if they caught me, what can they do that's worse

than taking my children away?

I must have sinned, Rachel.

That's why all of this is happening.

And I can no longer bear this shame.

What? What shame?

Father... hurt me.

When I was young.

And it never goes away.

Father hurt me, too.

The abuse went on for eight years.

I thought I was the only one.

So did I.

But you're not. You're not alone.

It haunts me at night

and I just want it to stop.

I don't know what to do without my children.

Father's words are not the words of God.

Do not think of them one more second.

You must find your children. You can go to David.

He said that he'll help. He'll use the law.

But, but what if I leave

and God punishes me more than he already has?

I don't think God punishes us,

Father does, and he always has.

If the choice is to stay here

and suffer or leave and survive,

then you must go!

Will you come with me?

Rich.

I have to have a chance to talk to him.

I pray that he makes his way back to us.

Oh, you still have faith.

After all of this.

I do.

Father is not God.

We have to find a way to break free.

Father!

What are you doing? Get inside right now.

Mother, it's Father!

What?

Rich?

Father!

Rich! Rich, your children want to see you.

Please?

Rich? Rich!

These are your children!

Why are you ignoring us?

I love you!

I love you with all my heart! Please!

You'll scare the children.

Your sister is gone!

I haven't seen her.

You lie.

If she is gone, then you will never find her,

so you should stop looking.

Since you cannot listen and obey,

you will move in with me and my wives.

You will never escape my walls.

Never have visitors again.

We will decide when and if you see your children.

If moving in with you is truly Father's will,

then I will need at least until morning to pack my stuff.

You think you can dictate terms to me?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Uncle.

I need this correction.

I need your strength and your wisdom.

But the children have just been returned to me.

Please. Please, Uncle, please.

Stop.

You may have an hour.

Oh.

See that you're ready by nightfall.

Thank you. Thank you, Uncle.

Increase patrols

in case the devil changes her mind.

Hello?

Hello? Oh!

Hello? Hello, please,

please let me use your emergency phone.

Please, they're gonna take away my children. Please! Please!

Oh!

Thank you!

I need you.

Where are we going?

We're going on a little trip.

Okay, everyone just try and keep quiet.

Everything's going to be okay.

Okay, come on.

Okay everybody.

Come on, come on, get in, everybody. Come on quick.

Quick, put on your seatbelts.

Get inside the car.

I'll distract Elijah so they don't follow you out.

Take them, please!

You're scared, okay. I was scared too.

Just get in the car. You can do this.

Go!

Rachel!

Rachel!

Rachel, open this door! Open this door!

I know you have a phone. Get out here!

Your father owns this town.

You got nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

God will smite you!

Please, please make sure me and my children are safe.

Rachel!

We're not leaving without you.

I'm circling back around to the main gate.

Be there in one minute.

She went out the other side.

Come here!

Rachel!

I can hear you, Rachel.

Where are you gonna go?

Let's go!

Come on, get in.

Rachel! Stop!

Stop! Rachel!

Oh. Come in, come in, Becky.

And Rachel, my Barbara's Rachel.

You know me?

Of course I know you,

you're my granddaughter.

Your mother sent pictures.

Oh, I prayed that you would find me.

No, I will not lose my family one by one.

I am the Prophet.

I am God's messenger. They will obey.

Wow!

Oh, beautiful!

So beautiful.

This was my dream.

I remember.

It was like a lifetime ago.

It kind of was.

When I was being abused, it felt like it would never end.

'Til it did, physically anyway.

I thought that marrying Rich would give me some freedom

but it didn't.

It gave you five beautiful children, though.

Come on!

Oh, it's cold!

Oh, the water feels nice.

Feels like freedom.

Come on, everybody!

Okay, who's ready for some tag?

Okay, let's play beach ball.

Tag. I'll be it first.

Ready?

Hello. How are you?

[all laughing and chatting happily]

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