Original subtitles

- [Narrator] Previously on "Pure."

- Gentlemen.

You will act as my personal Mennonite consultants.

(gunshot bangs) (blood splattering)

(Anna speaking in Low German)

(farmer speaking in Low German)

- Foda drives away the devil that they created,

and they tell us to go to hell?

- It has been a year since we were excommunicated.

I offer no excuse for our wickedness.

We did it not for the money,

but because we felt like we had no other choice.

- Don't tell Anna you found me.

She needs to believe I am dead.

That's the only way she'll make a new life for herself.

Please.

- [Both] Drop your weapon!

- You're here to do a proceeds of crime inventory,

not investigate a homicide, which this was not.

It's just a drug dealer that partied way too hard

before they hauled his ass off to prison.

- Look, if there's more to this, I'd like to help.

Give me what you've got on the dead Mennonite.

I'll dig in. I'll follow the money.

- [Orff] Excuse me. I think I might be lost.

(keys rattling)

- [Noah] I have been alive, truly alive. Thanks be to God.

- Same God that gave me a mission.

To save your skin, just like you saved mine.

Isaak and Tina can come back

to my Bible studies class at my house.

They will be welcomed back.

- But not my mother?

(ominous music)

- Noah Funk? Detective Krochak.

- I am Hector Estrada.

From what I hear, nobody run this end of the business

more profitably than you did.

You have two children, and I will take one as insurance.

And when your work is done, I will give you your child back.

Either one. You can choose.

(lock rattling)

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(Isaak grunting)

(Isaak screams)

(Isaak panting)

(cellphone buzzing)

(spoon rattling)

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(Isaak grunting)

- Hey!

(Isaak grunts) (cage rattling)

Hey!

(Isaak screams)

(clock ticking)

(alarm ringing)

(Anna sniffles)

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(ominous music)

(door latch clacks)

(door thuds)

(lights humming)

(intercom buzzing)

(door latch clacking)

(foreboding music) (cutting torches hissing)

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- Come here!

(brooding music)

I am Anna Funk.

I am in charge now.

Who is the foreman here?

There is no "angel's share," and there is no side business.

There is just your job.

You will get paid fairly,

but I demand absolute accuracy and loyalty,

or I will turn you over to the cartel.

Does anyone need to be reminded what happens

to those who steal from the cartel?

- [Workers] No.

- Get to work.

(dog barking)

- Why are we here? What's this place?

- The single V stood for Voss, right?

I'm going to guess that the double V stands for

Voss's nephews.

Which means that the pipeline that you helped bring down

is now back up and running.

I need you to find out how the drugs

are coming into the country,

who's distributing them, and who's running the show.

- Sounds like a job for your people, not for us.

- It's a job for us all.

We need somebody on the inside to bring 'em down.

- Nae. I won't do it.

- Do you know Detective Jay Gates?

Bronco Novak's friend who was trying to find you?

He knocked on the wrong Mennonite's door, and now he's dead.

- Whose house is this?

- [Val] I think you know.

(engine rumbling)

(engine stops)

(pensive music)

(Anna sobbing)

- You can't tell her I'm here.

- All right.

What are you gonna do for me?

It's your choice.

She was pretty deep in the business herself

back in the day, right?

In fact, I found a box of evidence

gathered by your friend Bronco Novak.

More than enough to put you both away.

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

Someone is gonna help me. You or her?

(engine starting)

(engine revving)

- [Anna] Isaak is gone.

- What do you mean, gone? Gone where?

- He went with some men to look for your father.

Some of the back-and-forthers might have seen him in Texas.

- Texas? But you said he might be in Belize.

- No one is sure. And now maybe Texas, so.

- And you just let him go, just like that?

- I had to.

- With what men? Who are these men?

Pickers.

They're going for the pecan crop. So yes, I let him go.

- But you don't even let Isaak

go to the feed store by himself.

Since when are we- - It's different for a boy.

Sooner or later, he needs to see for himself

what it means to live in the world of men.

(pensive music)

(cellphone buzzing)

(foreboding music)

- Amen. - Amen.

- Mrs. Bergen has some zwieback

and some coffee in the kitchen for you.

(cow mooing) (sheep bleating)

- [Bishop Bergen] Isaak couldn't make it?

- Uh, he went for the pecan harvest in Texas.

- Oh.

- Is she really taking in others' laundry?

- The police confiscated everything she and Gerry had.

Relatives took in her boys.

If we didn't let her sleep in the spare room,

she'd have nowhere to go.

(pensive music)

Come inside.

- I will.

In a minute.

(pensive music continues)

- I do not need any help from a Funk.

- We are all fallen and alone now,

in one way or another.

- This is the address she gave us.

Okay.

From now on, I am Klaas, and you're my brother.

- Cornelius. I always liked that name.

- God help us.

- Jo, he will, with a little help from us.

(door creaking)

(bell tinkling)

You- you have a place for rent,

and we're looking for a room.

- We can pay.

- But, uh, you know,

if we can do a little help around the place,

maybe you could give us a little break on the rent?

- Yeah, I don't know about that.

- Klaas is an excellent cabinet maker,

and I am a buakfeahra.

- Uh, what? (speaks in Low German)

(Abel speaking in Low German)

(Julius speaking in Low German)

- Uh...

Not really. No, not anymore.

You?

- Uh, he left a few years ago. Daddy issues.

Why'd you two leave?

- Uh...

- Not so easy for you two either, I'm guessing,

with your lifestyle?

- Uh...

No, Klaas and I are brothers.

- Sure. Whatever.

- It's pretty basic, but

yeah, have a look.

- Ah.

Yeah.

Not so bad, yeah?

- Abel, you are not a bookkeeper. Why would you say that?

- Well, and you are not an undercover agent,

but (sighs) we can learn.

Why not?

Yeah.

(phone beeps)

(cellphone buzzing)

- Detective Krochak.

- It's Klaas. We rented the apartment.

- Good. Look, I want you to record anybody coming or going.

And get to know the landlord. I'll be in touch.

(brooding music)

- What's that?

- Detective Bronco Novak's archive on the Eli Voss case.

- How exactly did you get that?

- By following up on the very suspicious death

of a fellow officer,

and finding it in his office.

- The cop who died?

- Detective Jay Gates.

But he was working on the Menno mob case too,

and then suddenly he keels over from a heart attack.

Come on!

I think that he got too close to something or somebody,

and they took care of him.

- [Winston] And you can prove that?

- No. That's why I borrowed the box.

- How exactly does the box help?

- Well, it doesn't. Not by itself.

But it did lead me to two Mennonites

who have agreed to work as informants.

You run a background check. - Val.

You discover that, as Mennonites,

they don't have a background.

You go to your boss.

You convince him to register them

as informants working for Narcotics.

- Why not go to your boss?

- Because I am a forensic accountant

and you are a narcotics detective.

- Technical Surveillance Unit.

I fix cameras and instal new computer software

and go for donuts.

- So this is our call up.

Look, drugs, money laundering, murder.

(hooves clopping)

(horse grunting)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Would you like a ride?

(gentle music)

- Thank you.

- Hey!

Hey!

- [Tina] I'm surprised anyone from the colony

will speak to me.

- What did my father say about your family?

God on one side,

Satan on the other,

and all the sinners throwing stones.

(Tina speaking in Low German)

- And here you are, like Job spat out of the whale.

- Jonah.

(both chuckling)

- Doing God's work.

I saw you

offering help to your family's worst enemy, Justina Epp.

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- Hey!

(Anna speaking in Low German)

(bumper rattling)

This is the last time you deliver here to my house.

- I do like I'm told.

And if you're smart, you will too.

(cage rattling)

(cage rattling)

(Isaak grunting)

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(Isaak grunting)

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(door lock clacking)

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(cage rattling)

(foreboding music)

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(Isaak grunts)

(Isaak yells)

(Isaak screaming)

(bones crunching) (Isaak screaming)

- Which one do we send your mother?

Finger,

or a hand? (Isaak screaming)

Your finger or your hand?

You decide.

(Estrada speaking in Spanish)

(Isaak panting)

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Orff is a sicario.

They have their own rules.

Put on your clothes.

Sorry about the cage,

but our business requires a certain amount of theatre.

It's important to keep people motivated.

(camera shutter clicks) - [Isaak] Who are you?

- I'm Hector Estrada.

I work for the Norteno cartel.

- Why am I here?

(brooding music)

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- Welcome to the business.

- This has nothing to do with me.

- I can ask Orff to come back.

Don't forget your spoon.

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(cage rattling)

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(look clacks)

(engine revving)

- You're back?

Good.

- Who was that? - No one.

How was it? Who was there?

Tell me.

- Sarah, Rebekah, Esther,

uh, Henry, James, Peter, and Johan Fehr.

- Isn't Johan a little old? - He was painting the veranda,

and then he gave me a ride into town.

- That's so nice.

We have Markel's to clean, and the Nickel office too yet.

- Um, I'm going to change clothes, if that's all right?

- Jo, okay, but fast.

Are you all right?

You look, I don't know, (speaks in Low German).

- I'm fine.

I'm worried about Isaak.

- I know. God will protect him.

(ominous music)

(cellphone buzzing)

(Anna sighs)

- I handle 50 to 60 real estate transactions a year.

And then, of course, there's the client privilege thing.

- But how is it that you helped so many migrant workers

to buy so many houses?

I mean, take these two for instance.

There's no way either one of them

would get approved for a loan, but surprise.

I mean, there's no mortgage, no holding company.

There's just a clear title.

- (sighs) Okay.

If you were to ask them, they'd probably tell you

they got the money from a deceased rich uncle,

or help from a family member.

They would tell you something untraceable.

- Drug money in, clean money out

when the house goes back on the market.

- Possible.

That's why the law society's formed a committee

to scrutinise these type of transactions.

- You mean the vendor mortgage committee?

- Yeah. I'm the chair.

- You'll work with me on this?

- Any way I can. Believe me.

You know, I have a client in five minutes, so here we go.

- Thank you for your time.

- It's my pleasure.

(foreboding music)

- Another package coming by courier.

- Jo, it's a business. He needs hinges and door pulls.

- Jo.

Maybe.

- What are you doing?

- I am looking for a bookkeeping class.

- Abel, you can't learn bookkeeping in an hour at some-

- How do you know that? Have you tried?

No, you haven't, have you?

(wall thudding)

- What is that?

- It's life, Noah,

Enjoy it while you can.

- Ah!

- Oh.

- That noise.

- Uh, sorry. It's the washing machine.

I've asked Julius to fix it, but he's so busy with his work.

- I can do it.

- Jo. Okay.

I'm Eva. Julius's cousin.

- Uh, Klaas.

- I had an Uncle Klaas.

And, uh, and a cousin.

And another cousin.

I'm pleased to meet you, Klaas.

(gentle music) - Jo.

(switch clicks)

(washing machine humming)

(crutch thudding)

(tense music)

(keyboard clacking)

(tense music continues)

(Abel clears throat)

- Hi, I'm Eugene Podborski again,

and I am here to share with you my passion

for the most fundamental

and majestic of accounting practises,

double-entry bookkeeping.

So grab your-

- What are you doing to Isaak?

- The more you do for me, the better it goes for him.

If you don't work hard enough, or you try to cheat me,

Isaak will pay the price.

- I want to speak to him.

(TV blaring)

(ominous music)

- He's busy.

Any problem with the shipment today?

- No. But I can't take any more at my house.

- Why not?

- 'Cause it is not safe.

- [Estrada] So call me back with a better idea.

- That's okay. Phones are allowed.

The only thing verboten here

are unpaid bills and unhappy workers.

Now...

Please.

Hmm?

- Thank you.

- And then Julius left the colony not long after I did.

He was always getting into trouble.

It broke his heart to leave his mother behind.

But he's a smart boy, and he wanted a better life.

Same as the rest of us.

- What about you? Why did you leave?

- I didn't want to wash sausage casings

for the rest of my life.

I wanted to try new things.

- Like electric dryers?

- (chuckles) How about you? Why did you leave?

- Well,

I no longer felt at home in that world.

Now, the vent is clogged.

The dryer will spin, but nothing will dry.

- For a Mennonite, you know a lot about dryers.

- Jo.

Jo.

I worked in a men's shelter.

We had a washer and we had a dryer.

We also had...

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- My wife and I had left the church for complicated reasons.

After she died, I felt the old pull for fellowship with God.

And I couldn't go back to our old church,

but I found the Mennonite Conference Church

down on Springshire.

- I have driven past it, jo.

- It's a bit more liberal

than what you're used to, I'm afraid.

- There are days when (sighs)

I longed for the company of the Jemeent.

- So come.

- Nae, I...

I would not belong.

- But you would.

In my church, God's arms are big enough

to wrap around everyone.

Come to Faspa. Bring your children.

- Um, my son is gone.

He is looking for work.

So it is, it's just my daughter at home now.

- So bring her.

You both will be more than welcome.

(door creaking)

- Ah, where you been?

(Noah grunts)

- All this time?

- Jo. I fixed her dryer.

- Is that what they call it now?

- I met someone too, on the computer,

teaching me double-entry bookkeeping.

- You, using a computer?

- Jo. That's not so hard to imagine, is it?

- Abel, you're not a bookkeeper.

- And you don't fix dryers.

But you know what that makes us, brother?

- Yeah.

Liars.

- Undercover informants. (pensive music)

(Noah grunts)

(door lock clacking)

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(cage rattles)

(lock clacks)

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(door handle rattling)

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♪ Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ♪

♪ Praise Him, all creatures here below ♪

♪ Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ♪

♪ Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ♪

- Hymns my Ooma taught me. My favourites.

I, uh, like to write them down so I don't forget them.

- [Abel] Uh, so I looked at your books.

- So you think you can fix it?

Look, I know it's bad, but if you can keep helping,

I'll cover your rent.

- If you can give Klaas a job, you have a deal.

- Back alley is a mess. Can you take care of that?

- Jo.

(knocking at door)

(foreboding music)

- He doesn't sign for it. - Hmm?

- He didn't sign for the package.

When you get a package, you have to sign for it.

It's okay, it doesn't matter.

My brother and I were wondering

if you and Kyle would like to join us for faspa.

- Faspa?

- Jo. You grew up with it, just like us.

Might be nice. Around 5:00?

- I don't know.

- You could bring your cousin too.

(foreboding music)

- Val, Val, Val.

You've been hacked. - What?

- An email from you to everyone in the detachment.

And a photo.

- Krochak!

My office.

(Val sighs)

- Yeah, that's me, on my honeymoon,

after way too many mojitos, 12 years ago.

Obviously I didn't send this to you.

- Yeah, well, someone did.

Someone so angry at you they decided to cook this up,

knowing you'd be suspended from your duties

until the Office of Police Complaints

completes its investigation.

Well, until we get this sorted out, you're relieved of duty.

Check your weapon on the way out.

(traffic droning) (horns honking)

(siren wailing)

(door thuds)

(leaves rustling)

- Only a Mennonite smells heaven in a handful of dirt.

This would make a good garden.

- That's what I was thinking.

The beans along the fence there,

carrots, cabbage, potatoes here.

- There's something about putting a seed in the ground

and watching it grow.

- Jo. It's a miracle.

God's love made physical.

- Yes.

(brooding music)

- Excuse me, I have to go.

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(foreboding music)

(lock clacking)

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(door latch clacks)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

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(Isaak panting)

(foreboding music)

- [Estrada] Well done, muchacho! Now what?

I think it's time to ask yourself, "Why am I here?"

Come back inside, Isaak.

You and I need to talk.

(foreboding music continues)

- I don't know anyone here.

- So talk to someone.

Why do you have to fight me about everything?

Mr. Nickel has made a gesture of kindness by inviting us.

It would be impolite to say no.

- Hello!

Welcome!

- Uh, this- this is my daughter, Tina.

- I'm very pleased to meet you.

And there are young people here more your age.

Come! Heidi, Kate, this is Tina.

I am so glad you came.

- Um- - Yes, yes, this way.

This is savoury on this table,

and sweets are over there. - Hey, Augie!

Loving the fellowship, and the perishky.

- Anna, Herman Rhodes.

Much of my inventory comes from the United States,

and Herman is the man who brings it across the border.

- Very pleased to meet you, Anna.

- Nice to meet you, Mr. Rhodes.

- Oh, please. Everyone calls me Windy.

(Windy chuckles) - Ah, yeah.

And that's the widow Geisbrecht.

Herman is not Mennonite, but he never misses a faspa.

Coffee?

- Please.

- He leaves his rig behind the church, and he disappears

for the entire night.

I'm sorry. Um, am I shocking you?

- No, no, it's all right.

Living off the colony,

there- there are many new things to get used to.

- And I hope one of them will be coming to faspa.

- I've always been good at selling stuff.

And I saw Julius here selling little handmade wooden stools

and whatnot at the market,

and, uh, yeah, I figured, furniture store, right?

I mean, it's better than asking people

if they want room for dairy all day long.

- Forgive me for saying, but you're very young

to have such a business.

- I'm sorry, we don't have any sweet buns or perishky.

Klaas and I love to eat them,

but we are not so big on making them.

- Oh, you should have said something.

I could have made some.

There's good rhubarb at the market these days.

- Ah, it doesn't matter. We appreciate the invite.

We get how hard it must've been at the colony,

you guys being a couple and all.

What does he mean, "being a couple"?

- Nothing, it's just, you know, a couple, um,

a couple of guys, a couple of,

couple of brothers.

(Noah grunts) That's all.

(door creaking)

(pensive music)

(people chattering)

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- I want to meet.

I have a proposal for you.

- [Estrada] Let's talk.

(engine revving)

(foreboding music)

I know a way to get more milk across the border faster.

There's a man I know who moves farm equipment

from the northern states.

You sneak it in there, I take it out here,

and he will never know.

- Hmm. And for this, you want?

- Isaak to be treated better. No more cage.

- All right.

- Plus, I want the time that you keep him to be cut in half.

- Mm-hmm.

If something goes wrong and my shipment gets lost,

things will get much worse for Isaak.

- This will work. I will make it work.

- Deal.

Oh, by the way, Isaak had a question for you.

He tried to escape,

and I told him that you will send him back.

He didn't believe me.

Now I think he does.

- Isaak!

Isaak!

Isaak! (engine revving)

(people singing in foreign language)

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