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Previously, on "Limetown"...

Lia, it's a survivor, and she wants to speak to you.

I will not give you my real name.

I will not be photographed.

I will not reenter society.

I will speak to no one else on this matter.

Ever.

What did you see with the man who was drawing

in synch with the others?

The Man was trying to prove he was special.

He speaks to me.

I hear his voice like he is standing next to me,

but he is not.

Lia Haddock!

This is your warning!

My warning?

If you follow these instructions,

I will direct you to the next survivor.

There are more survivors?

Of course.

Hey, are you okay in there?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey. You're home from work early.

No, it's just, there's... there's just something

that I really need to tell you in person.

There's another survivor.

It's... it's not him.

You know, you should just interview me.

That would be a conflict of interest.

It's all kind of a conflict of interest, isn't it?

Maybe we could... we could do dinner.

My place.

Yeah.

I'm starting to get under your skin a little bit.

I can tell.

- Morning. - Morning, Lia.

Hey.

In a shocking development,

American Public Radio has released

the first episode of a retrospective on Limetown,

in which APR reporter Lia Haddock is allegedly

contacted by the first-ever Limetown survivor.

The audio, which we will play for you here...

A reporter for American Public Radio...

But one Lia Haddock received a tip...

Hey, Lia.

Mark, did you get my message about the Rake thing?

I got your message but...

We're gonna have to start episode two from scratch.

Uh, can you book me a VO booth immediately

for when I get back?

Lia, the FBI is here.

Lia, welcome back.

Uh, we've just been speaking with Special Agent Siddiqui.

- She worked on the... - Yes, yes, I know who she is.

Um, she stopped returning my calls

a few weeks ago.

Ms. Haddock, congratulations on your story.

Thank you.

And, uh, "Lia" is fine.

Lia,

who is the Limetown survivor that contacted you?

I'm withholding any information

that could put my source in danger.

Um, once anything gets into your hands,

my story stops.

You know that.

You know that.

I agree, Lia, which is why

I've already told Agent Siddiqui

that she needs to return with a judge-signed subpoena.

Clearly, this survivor has taken an interest in you.

If you had worked with us,

we could have offered resources and protection.

After last night's bludgeoning incident

at your motel,

I would think you'd need it.

Hmm?

Wait, what?

We'll be in touch.

I'll... I'll walk you out.

A "bludgeoning incident"?

"Bludgeoning" sounds very specific and terrifying...

Just a guy banging his head on my door.

- That's not a big deal? - Lia, you need to call HR.

Winona told me where the next survivor is.

She said,

"They all died because of him in Rake, Wyoming."

So I did some research on the plane back this morning,

and there was a fire there in 2006.

It's the only instance of multiple deaths on town record.

This guy who was accused of setting this fire,

his name is Lindsey Frost.

Sounds like a character from "Elf."

Closest airport is in Casper. I can leave today.

Fine.

What do you mean, "fine"? She... she...

Hey, you need to talk to someone, okay?

If there are any other incidents,

bludgeoning or otherwise,

you are to report it back here immediately.

- And Mark is going with you. - Mark is not going with me.

I don't have time to argue with you.

Mark is going.

Just yell at the wall after I leave.

You okay?

I'm fine.

If I were a guy, you wouldn't be asking me that.

No, I would, actually,

'cause this "bludgeoning on wall" situation,

that sounds scary to anyone.

Yeah, well, if somebody's pushing back,

it means I'm getting closer.

If you want to help, find Lindsey Frost.

You know, I'm going with you, but, like, I just...

Multiple homicides.

- Multiple. - Yes, Lia, yes.

While this might be the only instance

in the last two decades...

as far as well can tell, by the way...

of multiple homicides in Rake, Wyoming,

our guy Frost was never convicted.

Yeah, but convictions don't mean anything.

You know that.

Yeah, I do, I do, but his name

also pinged for military service.

I ran it up the flagpole

with a couple of contacts I have in the army.

Turns out, this guy was stationed

in Iraq 15 years ago.

So?

So that wouldn't match our Limetown timeline.

Javier Panzer.

The security guy in Limetown?

Good. I'm glad you knew his name.

What else is interesting and relevant about him?

Oh...

Lia, that... that... that is widely disputed.

- That's... - Falsified military records

to mask his involvement in the project.

You know, first... first off,

the veracity and timing of those documents

is entirely still in question.

But it still means it's possible, right?

- Lia, I... - Right?

I don't think this is our guy.

Did you get an address?

No.

So you didn't do the one thing I asked you to do?

Lia, respectfully, I... I think we should follow other leads.

Alison's your mom, right?

Don't research me, Mark.

All right.

Welcome to Rake, Wyoming.

What are you doing?

- I'm gonna do your job. - What?

Oh, Lia, come on.

Lia.

Hi, excuse me?

Oh, good evening.

Wow, I love your interpretation.

Me, too.

They just don't make them like this anymore.

Very true.

I saw you on TV.

Those scientists who disappeared.

"Limestone"?

No, no, Limetown.

Oh, I remember Limetown.

Well, hi. My name is Lia Haddock.

I, um... I'm a journalist

and I, uh, work at American Public Radio.

It's the government.

It's always the government.

MKUltra.

Maybe, maybe.

Well, I'm actually here in town following a lead.

Uh, I'm looking for someone who may know someone

who worked in Limetown.

Someone by the name of Lindsey Frost.

Does anyone recognize that name?

He set a fire a few years back.

Or, allegedly started a fire.

Not exactly something we want to talk about.

So sorry to bother anyone.

Have a great night.

I can imagine, it's nice to be around people.

- Thank you so much. - Mm-hmm.

Honestly, I... I can't even begin to...

It... it's okay.

Yes, but this... this will be so helpful.

Hey.

- Sorry. - Hey, Lia.

- Lia, this is Meg. - Hi.

Meg lost two of her daughters in the Sugar Creek fire.

God, I am so sorry.

Thank you.

Meg has been gracious enough

to give us contact information for Lindsey Frost.

Oh...

thank you so much.

No one could pin it on him back then.

Not the cops, not even press.

Maybe with a fresh set of eyes,

you'll be able to nail the son of a bitch.

Well, we'll... we'll do what we can.

Thank you so much, Meg.

- Hello? - Oh, hi, there.

How are you?

Um, my name is Lia Haddock.

I... I'm a, um, reporter from American Public Radio

and, um, I just had a few questions for Mr. Frost.

- Hang on. - Is that his wife?

It's a nurse, probably.

Nurse? Why does he...

- American Public Radio? - Yes.

- So, no cameras? - No.

How'd you know he had a nurse?

Mark, shh. Mark, wait, wait, wait.

Come by tomorrow morning.

Great, yes, yes. Thank you.

Okay, bye.

How'd you know he had a nurse?

Well, he has bowel cancer.

How... how do you know that?

- Mark, I am a... - Professional journalist.

Yeah, yeah.

Lia!

2:37 a.m.

I'm in my hotel room,

and I'm recording this in case something happens.

There is a male. Caucasian, 40s...

Lia!

What do you want from me?

Resurrection...

The body and the soul is perishable.

Lia.

It is raised indoors. It is sown in weakness.

It is raised in power.

It has sown a natural body,

and there is also a spiritual body.

Father, we are so grateful

for your amazing grace and mercy.

In your name, Father, we pray.

Amen.

Hi.

Sorry, the door was open.

Pull up a chair.

This is the reporter.

This is the Reverend.

- So pleased to meet you. - Pleased to meet you.

- Lia Haddock. - Lia.

- I'm Mark. - Hi, Lia.

Mark. Where are you folks from?

Thank you so much for having us.

Well, thanks yourself for coming.

Besides the Reverend

and the people who change the bedpan,

I don't get too many visitors.

Used to work with some horses back there a while back.

Um, do you two mind so we could get started?

I apologize.

Dying is nasty business.

Yes, yes, it is.

Do you mind if I record this?

It's the reason we're here.

The truth shall set you free.

So, you came to Rake in the fall of 2004, correct?

Yes, ma'am.

And where were you before that?

Mm, all over, really.

Tennessee?

Well, I may have passed through there.

At some point, I was in the service.

But you never actually lived there?

N-no, no, and I...

I apologize for being so frank,

but that's not what I want to talk about.

Then what do you want to talk about?

The girls.

The girls from the fire.

There were three of them:

the two Jernegan girls

and their friend, Erica Stamper.

Okay, what about them?

Do you see these burns?

From when you tried to open the barn doors.

That's right.

He was also the one who called 911,

but they blamed him anyway.

If you don't want him to be here,

I have no problem making that very clear.

No, no, he should be here.

I didn't start that fire.

Respectfully, I read all the reports

and I really don't care...

But I did murder them.

I was...

hiking nearby.

I used to do that when I first moved here.

It's beautiful.

Clears your head.

Anyway, I, uh, heard screams

and so I ran over.

And the fire was spreading fast, but it wasn't...

They were, uh, pushing on the door,

but there was something blocking them

from getting it open wide enough, and...

Their screams were scared, but not.

I could have forced that door open.

I didn't.

Instead, I just rested my hands against them...

and I watched.

They got quiet when they saw me.

I remember...

because that's when I learned how loud fire can be.

Mr. Frost, I'm not sure how this...

At first, they screamed for me to help.

I didn't.

Then they pushed as hard as they could,

but they're just little girls.

I heard the fire get louder,

and that's when their screams became something else.

Something more like an animal.

From that part of your brain

that you only get to know right before the end

when you experience

physical suffering beyond comprehension.

The sound of the demon calling you home.

I watched...

Through the cracks...

as their flesh burned like paper...

And the meat dropped from their bones.

They had stopped screaming for a minute or two

before my hands caught on fire...

And that's when I pulled the door open

and I called 911.

I learned something about myself...

that I wouldn't have learned in any other way.

Isn't that a pretty selfish conclusion

to the death of three little girls?

Yes.

Yes.

But it was an answer.

To what question?

The biggest one that there is.

Am I capable?

You spend a lot of your life wondering that...

how far you would go...

where your line is.

I don't wonder that anymore.

I'm so sorry, Reverend.

I hope you can forgive me.

I had to say it to someone besides God.

I'm ready now.

Uh, wait, ready... ready for what?

What does any of this have to do with Limetown?

I'm sorry, with what?

With Limetown.

What does any of this have to do with Limetown?

What are you talking about?

You are a survivor of Limetown.

They died because of you in Rake, Wyoming.

I don't understand what you're saying.

You saddle me with little girls being burned alive

that has nothing to do with Limetown?

- Why would you do that? - That's enough, Ms. Haddock.

Please.

It's time.

Do you consent?

Yes, I do.

I've never seen anything like that.

I have.

With my dad.

Yeah, he shot himself a few years ago in the head.

But he didn't die, actually.

The bullet passed through cleanly.

I watched him just waste away

for the next 12 months.

You know, and every day,

more than I wanted him to wake up,

I just wanted him to stop breathing.

That whole thing, you know...

This story was my life...

because I... I knew that...

once he died, I was alone.

I just want to know the...

just want to know the truth so badly.

But if I figure it out...

Then what's left for me?

You know? I don't know.

Christ.

Hey. Sorry, Reverend. I didn't mean to curse.

Just wanted to see how you both were.

Oh, we're, uh...

we're, um...

- Okay, we're okay. - We're okay.

It was time.

He had been in pain for a long while...

in lots of ways.

Having a service this evening.

Already had a sermon planned, so why not, right?

Just past 34 Granite Street, in case you're interested.

34 Granite Street.

Ow...

Hello.

It's just a little cut.

Come on in.

- How are you? - Good.

Good.

- Uncle Emile? - Hmm?

Thank you.

Much better.

All right. Let's try this again.

Lia.

Lia.

What is it?

You have a funny sleep face.

Is that why you woke me up?

There's something you need to see.

Get dressed.

Deep river

My home is over

Strip it of all its mythology,

all of its baggage,

all of its noise,

and see it for what it really is.

The divide between is insignificant.

- Amen? - Amen!

The divide is instant and its timing unknown.

On the other side lies our true selves,

our true strengths...

our true nature.

Yet, the divide cripples us with fear.

Deep river

Give it a name. Name your fear.

Identify it in the dark

and see it for what it really is.

Over

He wasn't afraid of the end.

He welcomed it with open arms just as we all should.

Deep

Helping him...

and helping all of you cross over

when it's your time to go

is what God put me on this Earth to do.

- Amen? - Amen!

Amen.

Into campground

Deep

River

My home

Is over Jordan

Taking care of horses,

working with animals.

They died because of him.

Lord

I'm gonna go wait in the car.

I want to cross over

Into campground

It's good to see you at Revelation.

- Reverend. - Thank you, thank you so much.

That's good, and we'll see you back here next week.

We'll be right here.

Warren Chambers.

You took care of the pigs at Limetown.

Deep river

Nice to meet you, Ms. Haddock.

I want to cross over

Into campground

Hello, everyone. Welcome to Limetown.

Why did Limetown need pigs?

When you're rolling out a new piece

of biomedical engineering,

where do you start?

We're here to build a product, Dr. Chambers.

And this product will change the world

and the way we communicate.

It was the most powerful sensation

I have ever experienced.

So there were no secrets.

No silence.

What's going on?

I was losing my grip on sanity.

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