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(birds singing)

(engine roaring)

(engine roaring)

(eerie music)

(noise of vehicle crashing)

♪ (man gasping)

(three gunshots)

♪

(boy praying in German)

(praying in German)

(praying in German)

Amen.

- There was a boy.

Find him.

♪

(theme music)

(birds singing) (rooster crowing)

♪

♪

♪

- Amen. - (others): Amen.

♪

(indistinct chatter)

- Noah, I need a word. - Bishop.

(indistinct chatter)

(horse whinnying)

- Another name has been added

to the list of candidates for pastor.

Yours.

- Ne. Not me.

You can't ask me to do this.

- I don't ask alone.

God will decide. Come.

♪ - (crowd): Amen.

(The bishop speaking German)

♪

♪

♪

(Noah speaking German)

- Mindful of the blood

shed by our martyrs to preserve our faith,

I charge you to preach the Gospel,

to comfort the sick

and the discouraged, to bring the sinners

to repentance.

Do you submit

to God's will?

♪

- I submit.

(crowd chatter)

- Tina, come.

Isaac.

- Mama. I promise we will set a good example, ja?

For our people and for the Auslanders.

(horse whinnying)

(engine starting) (indistinct chatter)

- Aaah...

Money's in the wallet.

Oh, God.

(distant siren blaring)

- 20 bucks?! That's all you got?

- Yeah. Sorry.

Ah.

Whoa. Hey, where are you going with that? Hey!

HEY! Ah!

(whistle and air horn blowing) (crowd cheering)

(sport's goal ringtone repeated three more times)

(sigh)

Hmm. Oh, my God.

Detective Novak.

(indistinct police radio)

(car door closing) It's alright.

(crows cawing)

Jesus Christ!

Of course it was a hill.

- Hey, partner. I called home first;

your boy said you were on a "stakeout."

- Figure of speech. - Yeah, well, next time,

make roll call.

A farmer found this and called it in.

- Oh, God! - Here's my theory:

some kids hotwired it, took it for a joyride,

flipped it, panicked, burned it. Good, clean, small-town fun.

- Sweet. Let's get some pie. - Oh, I'm good.

Yoshiko packed me a snack already.Natto. Fermented soybeans.

Good source of protein, probiotics. Want some?

- Ugh! Oh! Oy!

(coughing): I'm OK.

- Don't know what you're missing, bud.

(Novak coughing) Alright.

What is that?

You guys see this?

"Hortensia Janzen

campo 61." Hey, pop quiz.

What religious group has sermons in German?

- Lutherans. - Ah. And who paints

all the shiny things on their car black?

- Batman. (Novak laughing)

- That's funny. No.

Mennonites.

(cow mooing) (bell ringing)

♪

- Hey, what do you call

an Amish dude

elbow deep in a horse?

A mechanic. (some kids laughing)

- We're not Amish, you moron.

We're Mennonites. It's different.

- Oh yeah, so different.

- Good example. - That was good, that was funny.

- She's not Amish. - Alright.

(generator humming)

(squeaking)

- Ah. (clicking tongue)

(mouse squeaking)

Alright. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. No-no-no-no.

(Noah clicking his tongue) OK, OK,

OK, OK, OK. Here.

Here you go.

Here. Yeah.

(small laugh) (generator stopping)

- You have a plan, right?

(Noah sighing)

- I didn't know this would happen.

But the bishop and the elders didn't want Gerry as pastor.

- No one does,

but they have no right to put our family in danger.

- No, we won't be in danger. - Everyone knows

the Epps bring trouble to the colony.

Now the elders expect you to stand up to them.

- Komme, Anna.

I will be pastor.

And I will do only what a good pastor does.

I will read the prayers, I will deliver the sermons,

I will comfort the troubled, and I will help

bring this community toward God.

And it will be God who drives the evil away.

(generator humming) (hooves clunking)

(horse whinnying)

(distant chatter)

- You must feel like you just been kicked

by the biggest cow in the barn. Whatever you need,

you just ask. - Abram.

Go chop some wood for the stove.

You and I will do some baking.

- Danke schon.

(cow mooing) (indistinct chatter)

- If you stand up to them, you won't be alone.

- I will do my duty as preacher,

the rest is up to God.

- The community needs you.

My family needs you.

You'll be the one that leads us out of this wilderness.

(cow mooing)

(woman laughing) (chicken clucking)

(cow mooing)

- Stop! Stop! Hey!

Hey!

You promised

if I let you back, you would put this behind you.

You promised!

(cow mooing) - I'm trying,

ja,

to steal from the cheapest people in the world.

(thief chuckling) - Nah, you can't stay here.

Not in this state.

- Yeah, of course. You're the preacher...

...and it's your way or the highway.

- Ne, Bruder. Our way,

not my way.

If you can't follow our rules--

- So where do you want me to go?

- I need you to get well.

But you can't do that with Gerry Epp down the road.

- So where? - That place in town.

With the cure.

- Detox?

- Ja.

Pack a bag.

Once everyone leaves, I'll take you to the bus.

♪ (chickens clucking)

Whoa!

♪

♪

- (Novak): Excuse me.

- I won't pose for a photograph, but I won't

stop you from taking one either. - I was just wondering, uh...

Hey, I...

I know you. right? Noah?

Noah Funk. Funkytown! Ha!

What's up, man? It's Bronco

Number 7, yeah? Remember me?

- Yes. Branko Novak.

- Detective Novak now.

- I have to go. - Whoa, whoa. Slow your buggy.

I was just wondering

who is your mayor or your boss,

the leader, I don't know. - The pastor.

- Bingo. Who's that?

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey, I liked your style on the bus today.

- I acted out of anger.

I only shamed myself.

- Wow! Did you do that?

Seriously, that looked really good.

- I have to go. - OK.

- He's got a ring in his nose.

I guess that means he's full of bull.

- Oh, my God, you're so funny.

- Oh, don't say "Oh, my God."

Makes you sound like one of them.

(indistinct chatter)

(phone ringing) - So, some kids steal a Menno car,

hot-wire it and, uh,

take it for a spin, end up wrecking it.

And because of too much TV, they worried

about fibres and such things, so they set it on fire

thus destroying

any evidence that would connect them to the crime.

My kid got me this. Yeah, he said he bought it for me

"ironically." Sarcastic little shit.

(Novak laughing)

You got any teenagers that brighten up your day?

- Two. I have a son and a daughter.

- Are they into that, uh,

that rumspringa thing, running wild and stealing cars?

- Rumspringa is Amish.

- Oh, really? - We just call it being young and foolish.

- See, I found this at the wreck. And I don't know

any delinquents that read the Bible, let alone in German,

so I thought it might have belonged

to one of your people.

- "Hortensia Janzen

Cuauhtémoc." It's a colony in Mexico.

- Mexico? Wow. OK.

But why would a Mennonite drive

all the way up here just to burn a car?

You're not going to be any help to me, are you, Pastor?

- I don't know about these things.

- Is everything alright, Pastor?

What brings you to the police station?

- They found a burnt-up car and they thought maybe it was one of ours.

- Don't know anyone missing a car.

But a family I know over in Aylmer,

one of their sons ran off

so they're asking for help to find him.

Now that you're pastor,

the police might come to you,

saying they found a Mennonite boy.

If they do,

you let me know, OK?

♪

Boy's name is Ezekiel Janzen. Danke.

(chickens clucking) (generator humming)

(cow mooing) (Noah sighing)

(Noah sniffing)

- Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne! God!

- So sorry, I-- - You almost set

my barn on fire.

I give you money to go to town.

I give you money

to get better.

- I tried, brother.

I don't belong with those people.

- So what? You spend the rest of your life in here?

Doing this?!

- Don't turn me away.

Bruder, please.

Don't turn me away.

♪ (crickets chirping)

- Whoa! (horse whinnying)

Stand.

Come.

Is this the boy Gerry's looking for?

Ezekiel Janzen.

I found him in my chicken coop stealing eggs.

He says his mother, his father and sister

were murdered by the Auslanders. He's been hiding ever since.

- Noah, I know this is

not our way, but you have to take him to the police.

- Ne. If the police take him,

the Epps will know and the boy will die.

You're preacher.

Do the duty God gave you.

♪

- Come.

(woman speaking German)

- Hop!

(crickets chirping) - The man he described,

the one he ran from,

not the Auslander, but the Mennonite...

...that's the boss.

That's Gerry's uncle.

That's Eli Voss. - You know him?

How do you know him? - I don't

"know" him.

But I know that if he's looking for that boy,

then he will find him.

- Then we have to protect him.

- You can't. Not with these people.

They may be Edentaler like us,

but believe me,

they have their own ways.

Take the boy to Gerry,

and hope that he can convince his uncle to let him live.

That's the only way.

Eli Voss is not going to listen to you.

(sighing)

- Maybe not.

But what if the Gemeinde spoke as one to say,

"He's one of us, and you will not touch him"?

You will say he's yours.

From your time in Mexico.

His Auslander mother ran off, and you are raising him

yourself as an Edentaler.

- No one will believe that. - We have no other choice.

You will introduce him at prayer service.

And you will say he is one of us.

He is family.

♪ (cows mooing)

Tina, Isaac, this is Ezekiel.

He is...

- My son.

- (Noah): Gut.

(indistinct chatter) (phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

- Pretending to do police work, Novak?

- Hey, Chief. - El Paso?

- Yeah. I'm just trying to figure out why a car from Mexico

is all the way up here.

(phone ringing)

- man: [D.E.A. El Paso.] - Hi, yeah,

this is Detective Novak with the Antioch P.D. in Canada.

I ran a spec on an abandoned vehicle

through CPIC and your shop popped up.

Is there a... "Agent O'Reilly" available,

please? (Beep! Beep!)

- woman:: [Agent O'Reilly.] - Hi. Detective Novak,

Antioch P.D., Ontario, Canada. How are you?

- What can I do for you, Canada?

- Novak: [What do you know about Mexican Mennonites?]

- Hard workers. Stand-up people. - [I am more interested]

in the ones that would leave a flipped-over,

abandoned car burnt-up in the woods.

From, uh, "Ca... Camatucha...

- Cuauhtémoc. - [Cuauhtémoc.]

- Find any bodies? - What?

- [Corpses. You found any?]

- Uh, no. Why? - [Sounds like the Menno mob.]

They don't like to leave a mess. (Novak laughing)

- You're kidding, right? A Mennonite mob?

- No joke.

Been around for the better part of 20 years.

Started out with weed. Expanded into meth and coke.

Now they have a pipeline running all the way from Mexico to Canada.

- Mennonites? - [They speak their own language,]

only work with their own kind,

see us coming a mile away. - [OK. So how do we know]

this is the Mennonite Mob?

- When their boss, Eli Voss, wants to leave a message,

he does it with a capital V.

[Puts it on his product and his victims.]

Two strokes of his skinning knife, and they are completely eviscerated.

- Jesus Christ! - [Believe me.]

[Voss and his mob are for real.]

So, uh, do me a favour: squeeze that wreck

and see what pops out and call me back later, OK?

- Yeah.

Will do, Tex.

- I offer a prayer of thanksgiving

and ask forgiveness for all our sins.

- Danke.

Does anyone else feel the spirit?

- I offer thanksgiving

for the arrival

of our nephew, Ezekiel,

the son of our brother Abel,

returned from his Auslander mother in Mexico.

We are grateful to the Lord

for this blessing,

and we know that he will be welcomed by everyone

in our community.

♪ - Na ja.

Now it is time for the Bible reading.

- I have a prayer.

I want to thank the Lord for His eternal mercy

and boundless love for the boy, Ezekiel Funk.

In the spirit of charity

embodied by our Lord Jesus Christ,

I welcome him as one of us.

- This is not what we do.

We don't sell drugs, and we don't hire Auslanders

to kill women and children. - You think

very carefully before you repeat that boy's lies.

- Abraham of Colchester.

Jan van Ackeren. Hendrick Adams.

Our ancestors did not need to "think carefully."

They declared their beliefs without hesitation.

- Um, and then, they were burned alive.

- Like the Janzen family? (Gerry scoffs.)

- These sheep won't help you.

It's not their way.

Congratulations. (indistinct conversations)

Bring me that boy or worry about your own family.

(sinister music)

- Noah.

- Ja?

- If you want to kill all the rats,

you need to find their nests first.

Then you let the poison do its work.

Abram was hiding this in his closet.

(Noah sighing) Now all you have to do

is put it back in the same nests it came from.

Take it.

- Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!

What's that? - Are those bullet holes?

Now, why would someone shoot the roof of a car?

- They wouldn't unless--

- They were shooting at the driver. OK.

And why would anyone shoot an upside-down Mennonite driver?

♪

- Yo, Jay.

Ugh, come on.

Well...

(phone ringing) (indistinct chatter)

- Agent O'Reilly.

- [Guess what I found. One crispy kilo]

of cocaine, and I'm guessing there was more before they stripped the car.

- Which would explain why Voss is in your neck of the woods.

Got a tip from Border Protection.

He crossed into Canada four days ago.

- Yeah, and three days ago, we found the car.

- That bible you found, the name on it, "Janzen,"

apparently, one of the compound families.

Mom, dad, two kids; no one's seen them for a week.

- So Dad thinks boss is a jerk,

steals some product and makes a run for it with the family?

- Possibly. Sounds like you need

to find yourself a source inside the colony.

[Good luck with that.]

- Yeah. Will do.

(Beep!)

♪

- Whoa.

- Welcome.

- Pastor, a cup of tea? - He's not staying.

He forgot something at home

that he promised to bring.

So are the walls.

And my phone.

But you know us Epps-- always crowding the fence.

What kind of father are you

that you would do this to your family?

- I am your pastor.

I've come to offer you the chance to redeem yourself

in the eyes of God. A compromise.

The boy appeared out of nowhere;

he can return just as quickly

to a colony far away.

But he cannot be harmed.

(swears in German) You and I don't make

the rules; Onkel does. - Ne.

God makes the rules, Gerry Epp.

Only God.

Remember that.

- Bring the boy. Tonight.

Or I'll come to your house and I'll take him.

(tense music)

♪

(in German)

♪

- Where's the boy?

- Pastor thought he could make a deal,

but I set him straight. His family or the boy.

He'll bring him, tonight. There'll be no more blood.

- There's always more blood.

Make sure it isn't yours.

- Whoa.

- Did you already visit the others?

- All of them. You're the last.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

- You probably heard how black knot killed my orchard.

- Ja. I was sorry to hear that. - Time was I would have

gone to our own kind for help, but you know how hard it is these days.

Hard for everyone.

I didn't want to be a burden,

so I... I went to a bank.

(sighing) - Peter...

- They own it now. We just make payments.

That's why Irma went to work for Gerry.

She thought she had no choice,

so I... I looked the other way.

But now they've got Abram.

Irma can take care of herself,

but he's our boy,

the only one we have left.

I'd rather visit him in an Auslander jail

than a graveyard.

Put the poison in his cup.

(train horn)

- Do you like pie?

So, I know about the cocaine. (country song playing softly)

Yeah.

I am, uh,

gonna eat my pie,

and you're gonna tell me everything you know.

(indistinct chatter)

Whatever you tell me, it stays between us.

- This is not something we do:

take our problems to Auslanders.

- You're smuggling cocaine, not tipping cows.

So unless you want to help them,

you don't got a choice.

Alright? - It's the names and addresses

of Voss' men.

You'll find a bag of that powder in each of their homes.

- Wow, you really do want these people,

your people, behind bars, huh?

- They're violent and degenerate.

They're your people now.

- Ha! Because we're Auslanders,

we're all "violent and degenerate," is that it?

- Hm. - You know,

must be nice knowing

that God's always on your side.

- Must be hard knowing he's not.

- Hey, Noah.

Tell Anna I said hello.

(ominous music)

(knocking on door)

(knocking again on door)

Ma'am, we have a warrant to search the premises.

- What's going on? - Sir, we have a warrant

to search the premises. Your hands where I can see 'em. - OK, OK.

- Nice and easy. (indistinct police radio)

- Uh-huh. And... jackpot.

- That's not mine! - I'm sure it's not, pal.

Turn around. Hands against the wall. Thank you.

- Phone Joey.

(Gerry speaking German)

(banging and scraping noises)

- Is that Voss? On the ground!

- OK! OK! - Jay, upstairs.

- Step aside, ma'am.

- I'm going outside. Go with the officer.

(menacing music) (clanking)

(dog barking) (indistinct police radio)

This is the police. Hold it right there!

Voss? (eerie music)

(small sigh)

(clanking noise)

♪

(phone ringing) (indistinct chatter)

- Novak!

(Novak clearing his throat)

- Yo, Chief. - Close the door.

You do not go to a judge for a warrant

without running it past me first.

- The duty sergeant said that you were at your cottage.

- If I'm in a coma, you get my permission.

- OK, well, you gotta admit, Chief,

it was a great bust. I mean, last week we didn't even know

the Menno Mob existed, and then boom,

all the bad apples in Buggytown in one basket.

- They're Mennonites who live on farms,

not "Mennos" in "Buggytown." Watch the tone.

That farmer you brought in here the other day,

he your source?

- No. No, uh, I know him from high school.

Just questioning him about the burned-up car.

I figured it out from there. It'll...

it'll be in my report. - Yes, it will.

In minute detail

or you will write it over and over again.

- OK, thanks. (clearing his throat)

- That was

actual police work you did.

Improve upon your team skills and maybe we can talk

about shortening your probation period.

- High praise, Chief.

(whirring) (door closing)

(footsteps on staircase)

Hey, pal.

You OK, buddy? Benny boy!

Yo!

You wanna play some Xbox?

♪ OK. You know, look,

when you come out of your coma, you just, uh,

you let me know.

♪

♪ (blowing candle)

(Noah sighs.)

- From now on, any important decision,

you always talk to me first.

- Ja.

- I'm your wife,

your helper.

- Ja.

♪

(in German)

(knocking)

(vehicle approaching) (Noah grunting with effort)

♪

(Noah panting)

(Noah grunting)

Don't! (Noah grunting)

(Noah coughing)

No!

No! Joey! Joey! Joey!

Joey!

(Noah yelling)

Please!

(Noah panting)

(Noah coughing)

(Noah gasping and coughing)

(Noah gasping) - Onkel's orders.

You put Gerry in jail?

Now you are the new boss.

(gasping and coughing) ♪

(pop song in German)

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