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- Who are you?

Why are you in our house?

- Shh.

It's a dream.

Go to bed.

- Dad, Dad?

- What is it?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, no.

No, please, no.

Please no, please.

Oh, my God, no.

No, please.

They took everything, Vinnie.

Everything!

We're ruined!

Ruined!

- Daddy, Daddy, come see.

We think we saw a bear.

- It's the last photo we took of Kimberly

before she disappeared.

She's such a wonderful girl.

She loves to write, paint.

- And steal.

Stealing never did stop, did it, Sam?

- No, it didn't, Father, and I blame myself.

I should have been stronger.

Less of a friend, more of a father.

- Don't be too hard on yourself, Sam.

It's not your fault.

- She was an addict and a thief.

- But she's my baby girl.

Love her despite her flaws.

So, you haven't seen my Kimberly, Father?

- I have not seen your little girl, Sam.

- You absolutely certain of that?

- Yes, I am.

- Well the reason I ask, Father, is that Father Taylor,

you know Father Taylor, don't ya?

- Since we were children.

- That's what I thought.

He told me that she was on her way to see you.

She was always comfortable discussing

her ongoing issues with you.

- Oh, I'm very pleased to hear that she felt that way.

I really am, but she never made it to Safehaven.

- You know, Father, that's the damnedest thing of all

because my little girl did make it to Safehaven.

She sent us this memento.

Missing you both, love, K.

That's how Kimberly signed off.

And it was sent from Safehaven, Mississippi.

That's where you boys are from, isn't it?

- It is our base.

- That's what they tell me.

And it seems you were there when my daughter was there.

Now, I don't have a lot of money,

but I'm gonna hire a private investigator.

I can't see any other way to find out where my...

- Why?

- Oh, no, what was that?

- God, fuck, man!

What is wrong with you?

We have to go!

Vincent, now!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

We have to go, come on.

Vincent now!

Vincent, we have to go, come on!

Go!

- Good mornin'.

- Is it?

Did you take care of our problem?

- I'm patchin' it up again.

All right, but she's not gonna hold together

too much longer.

We still need to get a new engine.

- Nope, what we need is a more competent mechanic.

- Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

- How long since your last confession?

- I was here last week, Father.

You don't remember?

- No, we don't keep score.

Carry on.

What are your sins?

- Perversion, Father.

Lustin' after my neighbor.

- How many times?

- Too many to count.

- Does she know of your lust?

- No, no, Father,

it's a he.

That's what makes it so terrible.

- Let the Lord be the judge of that.

Does he know of your intentions?

- No, Father, I, I put a spy cam up in his house.

- Oh, well, that's worse than the first part.

- You think so?

- You'll burn for it without absolution.

- I'm sorry, Father.

- Is there anything else you wanna add?

Please tell me you purchased the spy cam at least?

- Oh, oh, I did, Father, online.

I used a coupon, got 35% off.

- Oh, well that works in your favor.

Well, very well.

For these sins--

- All the other ones, I forgot, Father,

but I am truly sorry.

- Do you realize what you're doing

is an invasion of another man's privacy?

I want you to examine your conscience

before such behavior again.

- Yes, Father.

- For penance, 12 Hail Marys, six Our Fathers.

And I want you to remove the spy cam

from your neighbor's house immediately.

- What if my neighbor's home, Father?

- You were able to install it

without getting caught, weren't you?

- Yes, Father.

- Go in peace.

- You don't express dissatisfaction

with a person by stealing from them, ma'am.

- But I feel nothing but resentment

for my daughter's fiance, Father.

- Why do you feel this way about him?

- He's two-faced, he has other women.

I, I never trusted him.

Look, I know this is wrong,

but I want him out of her life.

- That's why you steal from his wallet?

- I knew that money was the only thing that mattered to him.

- Do you realize what you're saying?

This is not the philosophy of a Christian woman.

Your daughter made a choice to be with this man.

If she loves him and is committed to him,

then you must accept.

- I can't, Father.

I, I can't.

- You must!

- It's difficult for me, Father.

- Then make a contrition.

- For these sins that I have committed,

and those that I have forgotten, sorry.

- That was half-hearted.

Allow me.

- Father?

- Through this ministry,

may God grant you pardon and peace.

I absolve you of your sins,

in the name of the Father, Son, and The Holy Ghost.

Run.

- This is Marty Midnight on Beyond Midnight

from WMGO, River Radio.

We have Pariah on the line.

She's joining us this morning

from Yazoo City, Mississippi.

How's life on the dark side, sister?

- You know, it's good, Marty.

- Are you staying out of trouble?

- Trouble's much too good to stay out of.

- What's new?

You still wanted in five states?

- I'm not sure.

I lost count.

- So, what do you have

to confess tonight, my dear?

You know there's no judgment here.

- Well, I dumped my man.

- Again?

- Different man.

- Of course.

Tell me more.

- I got bored.

- Whatever you are, man or monster.

- I didn't like his voice.

- Receive these wretched souls into paradise.

- I got restless, Marty.

- Well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

- I wanted something that no living man can give me.

- Now ya got me really feeling inadequate.

- So I killed him.

- You killed him?

- Is that bad?

- Who am I to nail you to a cross, my precious?

Ladies break up with us these days by email or text.

You keep it Old Testament.

I respect that.

- Checkout's at 11.

- Hi, Michael.

- Hi, Ruby.

- How are you?

- I'm better now.

Uh, happy birthday.

It's your birthday, right?

- Mmm hmm.

Stay right there.

I have something for you, too.

- It's your birthday, not mine.

- I know, open it.

- All right.

- Let me help you.

- Oh, wow.

- Try it on.

I love it.

- Yeah?

- It looks good.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I gotta run, okay?

I'll see ya soon.

Oh.

I almost forgot.

Um, happy birthday again.

- Oh, uh.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Forgive me, Padre, for I have sinned.

I really need forgiveness.

I took a bribe while I was on the city council,

and I feel terrible, I need forgiveness.

Please, forgive me.

- Wish I could do more.

I know it's not much.

- It's all right.

Uh, we got plenty more back at the tabernacle.

- Hmm, your church?

- Um, no, that's what we call our house.

Please.

Thank you.

- So who's we?

- My brother and I.

We live together.

- That's sweet.

At the tabernacle?

- Yeah.

- So what's going on in there?

- My brother's a priest.

He's in there hearing confessions right now.

- So you guys actually have a church?

- You're looking at it.

- I'd like to meet this brother of yours.

- Hop in line.

- Maybe another time.

Thanks for the chitchat.

- I stole money from an old lady.

A neighbor.

I have a drug habit.

I needed a fix.

I feel terrible about it

but I had no choice.

And I know it's wrong.

And I'm asking you for forgiveness, Father.

- You put your needs above that of that poor soul?

- Yes, Father.

Yes, but I want God's forgiveness.

I know what I did.

Father?

Father, aren't you gonna say anything?

Proverbs 10:2.

Treasures gained by wickedness do not profit

but righteousness delivers from death.

You have God's forgiveness, my son.

May death be your salvation.

- Morning, friend.

- Morning.

- Sorry to intrude.

I'm looking for some fellas that used to live here.

A Michael and a Vincent.

You might have known the second fellow as Father Vincent.

- Hmm, priest, huh?

I recall some talk of a couple fellas living here once.

Never knew their names.

- And how long have you lived here, friend?

- Oh, about 10 years, I reckon.

All right, I appreciate it.

- You a detective?

What did that priest fella do?

Diddle one of those altar boys?

- I'm a priest myself.

Some of us still make it our business to act like one.

God bless you, friend.

- And he must realize his guilt

and restore what he took in full,

and add a fifth to it, and give it him

who it belong on the day he realizes his guilt.

If not, he shall be put to death.

And we all work hard to provide for our families

and put bread on the table and roof over our heads.

And these heathens, these godless vultures,

take from us the bounty which God has graciously provided.

No, they must pay for the sins

with their blood and the blood of their children.

Can I get an amen?

- Amen.

Zachariah 5:3.

Then he said to me, this is the curse

that goes forth over the whole face of the land.

Surely everyone who steals shall be purged away.

I will make you go forth declares the Lord of hosts.

We will, we will enter the house of thieves,

and we will stay in that house,

and we will consume it with timber and stones.

- Oh I can't.

- Folks, folks, please, I'm sorry.

Folks, please, please.

Please, folks, stay.

Please.

What is wrong with you, you incompetent idiot?

I thought you had the sound fixed.

- I checked it earlier, it was fine.

- Oh yeah?

Clearly not!

- I, I'm sorry, shit happens.

- Little good that does us now.

- You really are an ungrateful prick, aren't you?

- Get out my face!

Your presence is offensive to me.

- Here you go, Mike.

It's the last piece.

- Oh, yeah, I didn't order any pie, Ruby.

- I know, I thought you'd like it.

I know it's your favorite.

- Oh, that's sweet, thank you.

- So, what happened to your face?

Did you fall down?

- Yeah, something like that.

- Michael's always been a bit clumsy.

- Do you want me to get some ice for ya?

- No, thanks, I'll deal with it when we go home.

- You are going to put this piece of pie

on our check, aren't you?

- No, it's on the house.

- So, you own this restaurant?

- No, I just work here.

- Then you don't own this piece of pie.

You're stealing something you don't own

and you're giving it to Michael.

- Uh, you boys are regulars.

I never really thought about it like that.

- Well maybe you should because that's the way it is.

Say, why don't you come by the van tomorrow

for a confession, and I can clarify the morality

of your sins. - No.

She doesn't have anything to confess.

- Are you Catholic, Ruby?

- Uh, I'm lapsed.

I haven't been to a church in years.

- Well, that's okay.

Once a Catholic, always a Catholic.

Right, brother?

- I'm not so sure about that.

- You're not so sure, are you?

Why would you be?

- Ruby's a good girl.

She doesn't have anything to confess, so drop it.

- Nobody's good, child.

Not in the bones.

It is something we try on like a coat that never fits.

Now put this piece of pie on our check

and when you're ready to come see me,

confession is your road to redemption.

- Thank you, Father.

- Pass her and pull over.

- Leave her alone, Vincent.

Take it out on me instead.

- Take what out on you?

There's a soul out there, I'm gonna save it.

- Bet you are.

- Just pull over.

Hot enough for you?

- Uh, yeah, it's plenty hot enough

but it's the wind that will kill you.

- Yeah, so, what happened?

- Uh, sprocket teeth stripped.

I tried to call for help, but there's no service out here.

- Yeah, it's hit or miss.

So could we give you a ride?

- Uh, I don't know.

I don't make it a habit of riding with strangers.

- That's smart.

- Well, it's a sound policy but I'm a man of the cloth.

- You are a real priest?

- As real as the air is fresh,

spreading hope and absolution to fellow travelers

of the road.

Are you Catholic?

- Uh, my parents are.

I haven't been to church in a long time.

- You ever done confession?

- A few times when I was younger.

- Huh, well I'll tell you what,

we'll give you a ride into town for a confession.

Deal?

- Uh, what would I have to do?

- Just step into the confessional.

I'll talk you through it.

- What about my bike?

- All right please begin by telling me your sins.

Just be honest and confess them all.

The Lord is ready to forgive you.

- Wait, isn't there something I'm supposed to say first?

- Normally, yes, but I'm not so formal.

Just describe your sins, please.

- Uh, okay, um...

Well, I drink too much

and I smoke weed.

- Uh huh, please continue.

- My grandma died last year.

I didn't go to the funeral.

I lied to my mom and told her my car broke down.

- Uh huh, go on my child.

Is that it?

Well?

- I, I stole money from my sister

so I could go on this trip.

We've never gotten along

so I don't really feel that bad about it.

I guess that's the worst stuff.

- You think it's okay to steal money?

Especially from your own flesh and blood?

- No, I don't think it's good.

She's a bitch.

- The seventh commandment says, though shall not steal.

Proverbs 10:2.

Treasures gained by wickedness do not profit

but righteousness delivers from death!

- Okay, I, I, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

- Lying lips are an abomination to the Lord!

- Can we, can we stop the van?

I don't wanna, I don't wanna do this anymore.

I, I wanna get out.

- Death is your salvation, sweetheart.

- Vincent?

Vincent!

What do I do?

- Good morning, Michael.

- Hey, Sheriff.

- How goes it?

- Uh, I'm doing real good, real good.

Did I do something wrong?

- I don't know, did ya?

Nah, I'm just kiddin' ya.

No, you didn't do anything wrong

but I need to speak to you and your brother.

Is he in the back?

- Yes, sir.

- Morning, Sheriff.

What can we do for you this fine morning?

- Hello, Father, how are you?

- I'm blessed.

So why did you pull us over?

Michael driving too slow again?

- Nah.

No, no, he's driving just fine.

No, but I need to talk to you boys.

There's been another disappearance.

Another girl.

- Oh.

- She was up here about a week ago.

Around 20 years old, blonde, pretty.

Riding a purple bicycle.

Well, here, take a look.

- Oh, well, they all kinda look

a lot alike around here.

Have you seen her?

- They all look the same to me, I'm, I'm sorry.

- Well, all right,

but if you boys see anything suspicious,

you'll let me know, right?

- Absolutely.

Nothing more suspicious than us around these parts, huh?

- I reckon you're right,

but keep an eye out for me, okay?

You still got my number?

- Yes, sir.

- All right, then.

Say, since I'm here and all, you boys mind

if I take a quick look in the back?

Strictly routine.

- Uh, no, go, go ahead.

- Hot damn, I shoulda known.

Nothin' in there but the Holy Spirit.

- You got that right.

Uh, Sheriff, while you're here,

wanna do a confessional?

- You don't have enough time to hear all my sins, Vincent.

Besides, I'm not Catholic.

- Well, I won't hold that against you.

If you change your mind.

- All right but you boys be safe out there, okay?

There's a lot of nut bags on these roads.

- I could go for a drink.

- Me, too.

- Great, why don't you go whip us up both one then.

- Thought you might enjoy a little bit of...

What the hell are you doing?

- For Heaven's sakes, Michael!

Thought you were getting the drinks.

- Yeah, and I thought you were done doing that shit.

- What are you talking about?

- Don't pretend like this is the first time you've done this

to one of these girls. - What's your problem Michael?

Are you seeing things again?

Is your imagination running wild?

- What?

- I mean, the nerve of these accusations.

- What the hell are you talking about?

I just saw you with your hand up inside of her.

- I don't think I can trust you anymore, brother.

You used to have my back and now I'm not so sure.

Look, I don't ask much of you.

Just to help me set up each day, do the collections,

keep the van running, and you can't even do that right.

- You're unbelievable.

How is it my fault that you don't wanna fix the engine?

Okay, you're the tight ass who won't put any money into it.

We have plenty of money.

- It's not our money!

Until we recover every single dollar that was stolen,

Dad won't rest in peace.

And maybe then he'll forgive me.

- Forgive you, it wasn't your goddamn fault.

You were a fucking kid.

- It was my fault!

Look, I was weak!

I should have done something!

- This has been the same fucking song for 20 years.

Get over it!

Fucking every touch me again!

You know, it wouldn't hurt

to put some money into the van, Vincent.

This piece of crap's going to hell.

- It wouldn't if it was our money, brother.

- Cancer took my wife Gertrude four years ago

but that was after she suffered through two years

of it eatin' up her insides.

Gertrude was a good bit younger than me

and well, we had a pretty healthy sex life.

But the cancer, it was ovarian cancer.

It just plain put a stop to the sex.

I did okay for awhile

but hell, it gets, it gets downright lonely

on a farm 20 miles from town.

And well, I get the urge to wet my wick, you know?

Well, I guess you don't know 'cause you're a priest

but anyway, what's a perfectly healthy man

with, with perfectly natural urges supposed to do

when the only living female is, is a goat?

- Hello again.

What happened?

Wife take a poke at ya?

- Oh, I'm not married.

- You got a lady?

- Yeah.

Thank you, ma'am.

- I'm not anybody's ma'am.

Name's Mary Francis.

Is your brother in?

- Uh, he's in there saving souls.

- I, I tried to deny my feelings for her.

I named her Gertrude after my wife, you know?

But to be honest, in the dark,

it ain't all that different.

Father, you think God'll forgive me for this?

- Well, it's all yours.

Hey, wait one second.

Just don't confess to stealing anything, okay?

- What?

- Just trust me.

- Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

- How long's it been since your last confession, child?

- I don't know.

Maybe two years.

- State your sins, please.

- I swear sometimes.

I think about sex a lot.

- How often do you do this?

- Whenever I meet someone I fancy.

That's a lot of someones.

- I see.

Is there anything else?

- Father, I think what you're doing here is amazing.

Is there any way I can be part of your crusade?

- What are you talking about?

- Do you need an assistant?

Someone to help you?

I'm pretty handy.

- Uh, I have my brother

and he's, he's more than adequate.

- Sorry.

I just thought I'd offer.

I feel, I don't know what it is.

A calling.

- I appreciate the offer.

For you sins, three Our Fathers and three Hail Marys.

- You want change for this?

- Keep it.

- Did you give your brother

the money back?

- No, Father, he doesn't deserve it.

It, it wasn't his money in the first place.

- Of course it was his money.

What you did was stealing.

You took something that didn't belong to you!

- I don't know about that, Father.

He didn't...

- Sinner!

Are you, what are you crazy?

- Jesus.

- What the hell are you doing?

Get after him!

- I knew you boys needed an assistant.

I cook, too.

- She shouldn't be in here.

- She saved our butts, which is more than I can say for you.

- Oh, well maybe if you stopped killing people.

- Don't say something you'll regret.

- Fine.

Excuse me.

- Why the hands, Father?

- The hands of a thief are offensive to God.

- Doesn't sin start with the head, Father?

- The hands are the tool of the unrepentant sinner.

I'll hold him steady.

- I hope you won't cut off my hands, Father.

- Don't give me a reason to.

God bless.

Here you go.

You can stay here

until we figure something else out.

Uh, it's late so we'll talk tomorrow.

Good night, God bless.

- Good night, Vincent.

Night, Michael.

- And Pariah is joining us

from Safehaven, Mississippi.

What's up ghoul friend?

I've missed ya.

- Not a lot I can talk about, Marty.

- What, you're not gonna start holdin' out on me now?

I mean, gimme something to chew on, girl.

I am starvin' here.

- Well, since you put it like that,

I did find religion.

- Babe, no, no, no,

say it ain't so!

- It's not what you think, Marty.

It's kind of a kick, actually.

- Really, oh, okay, all right.

I'll give ya the benefit of the doubt.

How did you find religion?

- Perhaps it's more accurate

to say that religion found me.

- Oh boy.

You're a bad, bad, bad girl, Pariah.

- I try to be good, Marty,

but being good is just so tedious.

- Hello, Vincent.

Been a long time.

- Hello, Father.

What a surprise.

- You gonna invite me in?

The old place doesn't look the same.

- None of us do, Father.

- Michael, how are ya, son?

- Hangin' in there, Father?

I missed you.

- Missed you both.

It's been too long.

- So, Father, what do you want?

I know you didn't come all this way just to chitchat.

- All right then, I'll come straight to the point.

The Archbishop is unhappy with your activities up here.

He knows what you're up to, Vincent.

He's prepared to take action if necessary

to stop you from claiming

to be associated with the church.

- Is that so?

- I'm afraid it is.

I came here to warn you.

- You're warning me?

- You're damn right, Vincent.

You've been excommunicated from the church.

You wouldn't follow the rules then,

you're not following them now.

- To hell with your church's rules.

I have my own church now, my own rules.

- That's fine, Vincent, that's fine,

but you can't call it Catholic

and you can't take confession.

- I could do whatever the hell I damn well please.

This was still America the last time I looked.

- Perhaps you should look again.

I'm sorry to hear that's your position.

I hope you'll reconsider.

Take a week and think about it.

I won't say anything to the archdiocese

till I hear from you.

Here's my number.

I'm sorry, young lady, we haven't been introduced.

- I'm Mary Francis.

- Good to meet you, Mary.

Are you a member of Vincent's church?

- Thanks for stopping by, Father.

- Look, Vincent, I apologize

if my dropping in unannounced like this has upset you.

That wasn't my intention

but I needed to talk to you about a couple things.

- Well, I'm not stopping my ministry.

What else do you wanna talk about?

- Do you remember Sam Oldfield and his daughter, Kimberly?

- Yeah, they were parishioners of mine for 10 years.

Kimberly was a teenager then

and I helped her with some issues.

She's still struggling with those issues

and came to see me recently.

She talked about you and how you helped her back then,

and how comfortable she felt in talking to you.

She said she wanted to find you and speak to you.

- Well, she never found me.

- I see.

Unfortunately, Kimberly's missing now,

and Sam and his wife were murdered two weeks ago.

- Oh, well, oh my God.

I, I'm really sorry to hear that.

- Yeah, we all were.

Sam was one of the good guys.

- Yeah.

- All right, then, good to see you two boys again.

What's going on, Vincent?

You got some kind of animal back there?

- Something like that.

- Think about what we discussed, Vincent.

Call me.

- Father Taylor's right, Vincent.

He was a good guy.

- Say what, Michael?

- It was wrong, I told you it was wrong.

You shouldn't have killed them.

They were good people.

You shouldn't have killed anybody.

You're not God.

- Shut up, Michael.

- What are you saying, Michael?

That Vincent...

- I had no choice, Vincent.

I should shoot you too, you fucking Judas.

- Save it.

We have work to do.

What are you doing?

- Vincent, Vincent, you can't do this.

He didn't even do anything, man.

Jesus!

He's still alive.

God, what?

- Problem solved.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- No.

- Ah, damn it.

- You, you cannot do this.

Fuck.

- Hey, you called Ruby

but I can't answer so leave a message.

- Are you all right?

- With what?

Murdering the guy that saved our lives when we were kids?

- He left us no choice.

- Us?

So she's making your moral decisions now?

- What do you expect?

You betrayed us both.

You realize we're all in this together, don't you?

One of us slips, we all go down.

- I don't care anymore.

- Well, you should.

- Whatever your earthly objectives are,

what we're doing here is God's work, brother.

It's our mission.

- It's your mission.

I'm just here to clean up your mess.

- Oh, you lack faith.

That's why you're losing focus.

Look, I could have done none of this without you.

We're a team.

God will reward us both.

- You really believe that, don't you?

- He told me so.

- I wonder why I didn't get that call?

- Well, after tonight's shenanigans, brother,

I need to know that you can be trusted.

- I'm not the one you need to worry about, brother.

- Did you speak to him?

- We're good.

- I hope you're right.

Hey, wanna take a walk, Father?

I have something to confess.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

Tell me, Vincent,

what the hell have you got in that cellar of yours?

Whatever it is, I wanna meet it.

Hey, where the hell is your brother?

- What are you doing here?

- I should ask you

the same thing.

- None of your business.

- You are my business.

Let's go.

- No, I'm busy.

- I'll wait outside.

- Good.

What are you?

Are you serious?

I'm, I'm sorry.

- Are you okay?

- Oh, yeah.

Where's Mary Francis?

Didn't she give you a ride?

She went to see a friend.

- She has friends?

You know, I've been thinking

maybe you don't need me anymore.

- You're my brother.

I'll always need you.

- For what?

To drive, to cook, tend the garden,

chop people up?

She can do all that.

- We're family.

We need to stick together.

- Yeah, we'll always be family.

But I don't think I can do this anymore.

Things change.

You have someone now.

Why can't I have someone, too?

I found a woman, Vincent, a really decent woman.

- Good for you.

- Somebody I can be happy with,

somebody I can start a new life with.

I love her.

- Rest in peace, bitch.

Or whatever the hell they say.

- You're not happy for me, are you?

- I want for you what the Lord wants for you, brother.

Isn't that enough?

- Hey, you called Ruby

but I can't answer so leave a message.

- Do you realize just how close we are

to making Dad's dream come true?

We've recovered almost all the money.

- Great.

He can spend the rest of his life chained to a palm tree

on a desert island.

- But you're still gonna leave us, aren't you?

You're gonna leave us with your girlfriend?

You're not taking any of this.

- I don't want it.

Keep it.

- Well, what do you want, Michael?

- Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

- You sure you wanna do this, brother?

- Please.

- How long's it been since your last confession?

- I don't remember.

Too long.

- Then state your sins, please.

- I've spent most of my life letting terrible things happen.

I was weak.

I was wrong.

- State your sins, please.

- I just did.

- These aren't sins.

You're no different than most men.

We all have regrets.

- I was complicit in heinous acts.

In murder.

- State your sins, please.

- Murder, many murders,

I did nothing to stop them, any of 'em.

I kept my father in a hole, feeding him pieces of...

I want forgiveness.

- No forgiveness is required, brother,

when you haven't committed a sin!

- Vincent?

- Go in peace.

- Not until you've--

- Go in peace, brother.

- Not until you've

acknowledged my sins! - Go in fucking peace!

- You can't even give me that.

Where were you?

- I had some things to take care of.

- What things?

- Michael's got some news for us, Mary.

Seems he's moving on to greener pastures.

Isn't that right?

- Congratulations and all that.

- Going to bed.

- Well?

- She's just about all I think about, Father.

In the morning, in the afternoon.

When I'm snoring next to my wife at night.

She doesn't know it

but my head's full of pretty little pictures of Clara.

- Well, you need to stop.

Lusting after the wife of another man is a sin.

- But I love her, Father.

And as sure as tomorrow is a brand new day,

I love her like crazy.

- What are you doing?

Why are you stopping?

- I have to take care of something.

I'll be right back.

- Mary Francis is sick.

We need to get her home.

- I said I'll be right back.

- Please, Michael.

- Sorry.

- You didn't have to do it.

- Relax, Vincent.

Be cool.

- Michael?

Michael?

What's wrong?

What happened?

Talk to me.

- She's gone.

- Gone, gone where?

- She's dead.

Murdered.

What?

Thought you were sick.

- I am.

I just wanted to make sure

that you're okay.

- I'm fucking awesome.

You happy?

- All right, I'm sorry about your friend.

- Hey,

where'd you really get to last night?

- I had a few problems to take care of.

- Well?

- Where'd you tell him I was last night?

- Seeing some friends.

- That was dumb.

- Well, I'm sorry.

Now look, you should take my bed tonight.

- Thanks.

If you don't mind, I'm gonna sit tomorrow out.

I need rest.

- Of course.

- Good night, Vincent.

- Michael?

Michael?

- I told you she couldn't be trusted.

I've never hurt anybody in my whole life

but I can't let her live.

Not after what's she's done.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Well, well, well.

What do we have here?

You definitely don't disappoint, Pariah.

You took her from me, didn't you?

- Ah, it was a joy watching her die.

Better than sex.

Ouch!

Vincent?

- Get off of me!

I've got someone who's been dying to meet you.

- I hope there's room down there for your brother, asshole.

He gave me the green light.

- That's a lie.

- Ask him.

Your little girlfriend meant nothing to me.

He didn't want her coming between the two of you.

He knew you were leaving.

He couldn't live with that.

- Your lies aren't gonna save you.

- Why the fuck would I wanna be saved?

Spend eternity with hypocrites?

No, thanks.

I know what I am.

- I don't give a fuck what you are.

Go on, get in there.

But I should tell you,

my dad's not too fond of thieves either.

- It's never been too popular.

Fuck!

Don't be afraid.

You don't scare me, Elephant Man.

And I've fucked much uglier than you.

- Michael.

Michael.

Mary.

Michael.

Micheal.

Oh, my God, Mary.

Dad, why Dad, why?

Get in there.

Why Mary?

- Well that was a fine Christian gesture, Vincent.

Thank God we didn't keep him in that hospital,

where they would have, how'd you put it,

surely abused him and treated him like garbage.

- Sorry, brother.

I lost my head.

- No, you didn't, but your girlfriend did.

- What happened here?

Why this?

- She was a thief.

She was fixin' to run off with all Dad's money.

This is how we treat thieves, remember?

- No.

She wasn't like them.

- On the contrary, she was just like them.

Only worse.

She was a liar, a cheat, and a manipulator

just like you.

- What?

- The two of you woulda made

the cutest little couple of hypocrites.

- What are you talking about?

- I suspected it

but I didn't wanna believe it.

- Believe what, Michael?

- She meant the world to me.

She was all I ever cared about and you took her from me.

- Please, Michael, all right?

- Don't!

You two murdered her.

- Michael.

- Stop it.

- All right, look, you're right about Mary.

She admitted it.

- Ruby didn't mean shit to Mary.

She killed her with your blessing.

- No, Michael that...

- Stop lying and maybe I'll forgive you.

- I'm sorry, brother.

I, I sinned.

I, I allowed myself to be seduced by Satan.

I was weak.

Please forgive me, brother.

I was weak.

Please, please forgive me, brother.

- I forgive you.

- Thank, thank you, brother.

- May death be your salvation.

- Michael, no, no!

- And mine as well.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

- This is Beyond Midnight on WMGO, River Radio.

Alan is joining us from Baxterville.

How ya keepin', brother?

- Oh, I'm keepin' pretty good, Marty.

You know me.

I was curious, though, whatever happened to Pariah?

I miss that crazy broad.

She was a trip.

- Uh, we all miss her, Al.

It's been a couple of months since she last blessed us

with that sweet madness

but I'm sure we haven't heard the last of her.

- Yo, man, didn't she say like one time

she escaped from some loony bin in New York?

Oh, Marty, man, Piranha was crazy as hell, man.

She came up with the craziest story every time she called.

- That girl had some issues that's for sure

but it would always make my night

whenever she would make up another of her crazy stories

about how she had killed this fellow and that fellow.

And she was hard to take at times

but she would make me laugh

so hard my sides would ache.

- I'm not so sure she did make them stories up

but she was always so damn convincing.

If you're listening, babe, wherever ya are,

I love ya, and I know you're still raising hell.