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Previously on Pure...

I had to tell Voss that I would take Gerry's place.

God wants me to submit to His plan.

Please give your old phone to Joey. Take a new one.

So I can meet everyone in Voss's business

and write down their names and their crimes,

and then I can destroy this whole satanic mob.

"Epp, Jeremias."

The arrest report says that you seized his phone.

Why isn't it on the evidence list?

You realize that if that phone is lost,

his lawyers will argue that all the evidence in this case is inadmissible.

Show me where the money is counted.

If I bring you into this, how do I keep you safe?

If you don't, how do I keep you safe?

On your knees!

What do you say we stick to the original deal?

Sound like a plan?

Holy shit.

Ah, God.

Oh, no. We gotta clean this up.

But this is murder.

If the cops find out,

then Voss finds out and then we're screwed. Alright?

Did you know about this? Huh?

Did you know this was the plan, Noah?!

Chad told me he would help with Mr. Crowbar, but he didn't say how.

Alright, alright. We need to hide these bodies,

- OK? Abel, look at me. - Yeah, yeah.

No one finds out about this! No one!

What the hell is he doing? Are you praying?

We don't have time to pray! We need to clean this shit up!

Abel, get in that house right now

and find something we can put these bodies in! Go!

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Tina?

Tinky?

Tina?

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Noah.

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Why do we all need to go?

Because Wilma is sick and Walter is hopeless on his own.

Go across the fields, it's quicker that way.

And if you're back before 6, I'll know you didn't do enough to help.

You're pastor's children now. Go!

She's trying to get rid of us.

You spend too much time pretending to know things you don't.

Just be glad you're so clueless.

He's seen more than any of us and he doesn't say a thing.

Oh, Gott im Himmel!

Bronco!

I did nothing.

It was Chad and his pals. The help you called in.

We just have to hide them for a while

until we can figure out what we're gonna do.

Are the children gone?

Yes. Uh...

The woodpile. Abel, hurry!

Hurry!

We're gonna need clean clothes.

Jo. Those bodies can't stay here.

Yeah, we're gonna stash 'em until we come up with a plan. Lift!

You know, it is your plan that got us into this mess.

Going undercover was your idea,

and going behind their back was your wife's idea.

- You are an evil, stupid man. - Yeah.

Brooda! Help me with this.

Alright.

You got the Demons in play.

Voss has got his cash, so we can let off the heat a little bit, right?

OK? We just need to figure out...

to dispose of these bodies and then figure out a way

to get Voss talking business on the wire.

First of all,

we do not just "dispose" of the bodies like they're pigs in a slaughterhouse.

These men are standing before God right now,

being judged for their sins, as we will all be judged!

How are we going to get Eli Voss up here?

- Eh, football player? - You tell him the truth.

You tell him that killing the Janzens

scared our drivers, and the only way

that he can get the cash is if he comes here in person.

- What?! - No one

calls Eli Voss. If he wants to talk, he calls.

And he doesn't just come get the money

like a truck coming to get the milk. We send it.

On time or else.

So we come up with another idea, OK?

I got a friend in the DEA.

We work with her, and we can throw a giant net over Eli Voss.

The Drug Enforcement Agency, why them? Why not your own boss?

I have some concerns, you know?

Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I think

Voss might have somebody working on the inside of my shop.

- Among the police? - Yeah. Maybe. No, I don't know.

So you have no help.

It's just you and me

against Eli Voss and his entire mob?

And also your brother Abel.

There's a hose in the milking barn.

Go clean yourself up. We'll finish here.

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Maybe we shouldn't either.

We put it in the milk!

We tell Voss, new idea.

We suspend the coke inside a container-load of milk,

ship it across the border then bake it back to its crystal form.

Every time Voss tries to move a shipment, the DEA is all over him.

Trust me. He needs a new way to move his product.

We are farmers.

Not scientists. We don't know how to do such things.

You don't have to. I have a guy that will take care of it.

You just make sure that Voss comes north

- and sees the process for himself. - Nobody phones Eli Voss.

- Nobody tells him to do anything. - Well, somebody does.

Voss has to have eyes and ears

in the Auslander world that has a direct line back to him.

We find that person,

and we get them to send our message.

You understand?

What about the bodies?

I will take care of that, OK?

Um, thank you for the clothes.

And, uh, the ones

- with the blood on them... - I will burn them.

Good.

Yeah?

Hey, Doc, it's Bronco. I'll be right over.

I got some homework for you.

- You got the money? - Jo.

All of it?

I'm number two. I should have been in on this.

Did you find a driver yet?

No. He heard about the Janzens and got spooked.

How did you get the Demons to back off?

You had one job, Joey: find a driver.

If this doesn't get to Voss, we are all in trouble.

Now, can we trust you

to do this one thing or do we have to find someone else?

Nee. Nee, I'll work on it.

If not, someone will have to call Onkel

- and explain the delay. - I said, I'll work on it.

- Besides, no one calls Onkel. - Someone does.

Someone who knows the Auslanders. Maybe your brother?

There's one person. Gerry knows, but he won't say.

Find a driver.

Do something about those bodies.

They're getting ripe.

You have to talk to Gerry.

Hey, I finished your paperwork.

You're welcome. Still no sign of Gerry Epp's phone.

Kingsley had me rewrite a chronology of the whole thing.

That was my bust. Why won't she come to me?

I don't know. 'Cause you weren't here?

- Hard copy's on the desk. - Oh, what does it say?

"Bronco screwed up. It's not my fault. Love, Jay"?

Hey, the phone's a crucial piece of evidence that you lost, not me.

Not that a judge is gonna care, 'cause if this case gets tossed,

- the shit lands on all of us. - Especially me.

I didn't lose the phone, Jay, OK? Somebody lost it for me.

Whatever you say, man.

Goddammit!

I forgot to bring in the wood.

I'll get it! Sit! Sit!

I have decided

the funeral will be on Friday

for the men in the airplane.

Do drug dealers deserve a funeral?

They were men with families,

men with souls.

They deserve at least that.

I will see Peter Wiebe tomorrow about coffins.

Being pastor

has brought many new responsibilities,

and I am blessed to have a family so willing to help.

Do you want me to call you back?

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Chief, you got a sec?

- Yeah. What's going on? - Gerry Epp's phone,

uhh, wasn't lost or misplaced.

Someone made it disappear because they were worried

that their name might appear on the contact list.

And I believe that "someone"

is here in this department.

Ahem!

I found that in Jay's desk.

Detective Novak, this is a very serious allegation.

Yeah, I know.

I mean, I can't believe it either.

He's like a brother to me.

Alright. Leave it with me.

OK.

You OK?

It just gets weirder and weirder.

Tell me about it.

You wanna talk?

Somewhere that's not school?

Voda doesn't like me wasting time this way.

He says it's prideful.

You must have sketches too.

A few. Not like this.

Mostly tagging ideas.

Can I see?

I showed you mine.

I keep my sketches in my room so my dad doesn't realize

who's been tagging the walls all over town.

Bring your sketches.

One sec.

I-I saw it through the doorway...

Your drug-dealing parents send you to scoop

whatever evidence my sad excuse for a dad may have found.

No. It's not like that.

So there's nothing in your bag?

You know what?

Take it. I don't care.

Ben, please, you don't understand.

Just go.

Please tell me you didn't park the buggy up front.

Snowflake is tied up in the park.

"Snowflake," I love it!

This is the guy I was telling you about. Doctor. Pastor.

Pastor. Doctor.

- You bring the stuff? - Yeah.

The good doctor sacrificed

a gram of his own stash for a little trial run.

And it cooked back up like the crust of a crème brûlée.

So, we are gonna have to scale this up in order to impress Eli Voss.

So here's the plan.

When Voss gets wind that his merchandise can be

moved in a milk truck, he's gonna want to see it.

So he comes back up into Canada,

you engage in some high-tech, milk-smuggling banter

on the wire, and hello, judge and jury, we got him in the bag.

Voss knows I don't want to help him. He'll be suspicious.

Well, you just tell him you're doing it to buy back your freedom,

and he'll believe that you're dumb enough to bargain with him, which you are.

Trust me,

Voss needs this. We have the message;

we just need the messenger.

Joey tells me Anna

pushed her way into my business.

I knew you were weak,

- but that is truly pathetic. - I need to speak to your uncle.

I know you don't know how to reach him,

but Joey says you know someone who does.

There is one. An Auslander.

Voss' connection to every major dealer this side of the border.

If you give me the name, I will double your family's allowance.

You must really be in a tight spot

to come here begging for my help.

- It's an emergency. - Out of options?

The lives of your brother,

your wife and children

hanging by a thread?

- You son of a bitch! - Ugh!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Sarge, hey!

You bastard! Come here!

- Stop it! Stop it! - You're finished, Novak!

You hear me? You're done!

I'm not the one who made the phone disappear!

Yeah, I found the evidence bag in your desk!

Because you put it there, you loser!

You're pathetic, Novak. I'm done with you, man.

All the charges against the Mennonites

have been dropped because of your incompetence, Novak.

Not his, yours!

So if you can still find

your own badge, I want it on my desk.

He said the lives of your children are hanging by a thread?

Jo,but he doesn't mean that.

Yes, he does, Brooda.

I know him.

We need to find the name of the Auslander

who can get our message to Voss.

You'll never get that from Gerry Epp.

Imagine how trotzich he would be

if it were his children's lives in danger.

What are you suggesting?

You wouldn't hurt them

- of course. - Nee. Nee, nee, nee.

Just take them on an outing somewhere.

When they don't come home from school,

Justina picks up the phone, calls Gerry and..

They know you a little from when you used to buy the drugs from their Voda, jo?

They are just boys.

Everyone who mucks out the barn gets a little dirty, Abel.

Joey, I need to borrow the truck.

What?

Why?

- You can't drive. - Jo.

How different can it be from a tractor?

Besides, I am the Bauss,

and I need the truck.

Jesus Christ.

Ben!

- Novak. - It's working!

I keep retesting because I can't believe the numbers I'm getting.

Will you write it down?

Right.

Shit! Now, I have to do it all again.

Anyway, don't ask me how... maybe it's the acids in the milk

neutralizing the alkaloids in the coke... but this shit

is now 98.5% pure.

Mmm! Off the charts!

And the driver is certain he saw them get off the bus?

But that was over two hours ago

and we all look the same to you anyway.

I want to speak to the driver myself.

What are you doing with Joey's truck?

Your boys are fine

as long as Gerry gives me what I want. So you call him,

explain the situation and then you ask him,

"Whose life is hanging by a thread now?"

Two coffins. As you ordered.

I'm afraid I have to ask for two more.

Best not to ask why. Just make them.

Bitte.

I know. I know.

It's not how I said it would be.

But we have to have faith in God,

and trust that we are following His will.

And I say, follow it where?

Hmm!

Jo?

So I heard from my wife.

So now you give me what I want.

Or what?

Or something bad will happen.

Naw, you keep 'em.

- What? - How long have we known each other?

When we were kinder, you couldn't even put

a worm on a hook. How could you hurt my boys?

Also, Justina needs a break so keep 'em.

- Your children? - Oh, and by the way,

they're dropping the charges.

See what happens when you go to outsiders?

I'm coming back, Noah Funk, and when I do,

I will hurt you in every way I know how.

It is strange to see you driving.

Why should it be any more strange

than seeing me hide bodies or kidnap children

or smuggle drug money?

It did not go well?

Does Abel know?

You should call him. And Bronco.

I know it's hard for you to have him involved in our affairs.

I saved you from him a long time ago.

I saved you

from an Auslander life.

And now look at us.

Maybe you would have been better off.

Stop.

I love you.

I love our children.

I love our life together.

Good and bad.

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Mm!

We should probably get those inside.

Jo.

Stop, it's my turn.

Let me try!

- Stop! - Hey, hey!

I'm kind of busy back here trying to save your brother's life!

- It's my turn! - Do not destroy the place!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Ugh!

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Stop it! It's my turn!

Yeah?

You're joking.

Na oba.

How do we get our message to Voss?

You know best.

OK, boys. It's time to go!

What happened to you?

I was expecting a call.

Have you got the formula for the,

the, the cocaine process?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Do you have the number for Voss?

I have another plan.

We can solve our woodpile problem,

our money-delivery problem and our message problem all at once.

Look at you, Lex Lutheran. Criminal mastermind.

Nee. I am not like them. I am a man of God.

I may have fallen, but I will find my way back to Him.

Yeah, whatever you say. You know, I'll just settle for catching Voss.

Jo. Well, you settle too easily.

You know I could say the same about Anna.

Although she is coming into her own lately,

if I do say so myself.

If I did not need your help to protect my family,

you and I would never speak again.

I need to know I can depend on you.

I'm ready when you are, Funkytown.

All the way through Hoopdale here and possibly here,

which is going to force a bubble of product.

Where? We don't know that yet,

but what we do know is, um...

I'm sorry. I need to take this. This is important.

- Alright, I got this. - Alright. Thank you, sir.

- I'll be right back. - Alright.

Right.

- We don't know where that bubble is gonna come through, but...

Canada, what you got for me?

I need two coffins sent to Mexico.

Each one will have a body and a whack of Menno cash.

The lids gotta stay shut; otherwise, Voss will get pissed

- and my C.I.'s will die. - Bodies?

What the hell's going on up there?

Uh, you know, it's starting to heat up. But I have it under control.

- Why can't your people handle it? - Uh, well,

- because as of yesterday, "my people" got me fired. - They what?!

I was right. Voss bought one of my own.

Oh, geez! And this is your version of "under control"?

If there's a dirty cop up there, just take it

- to internal affairs. - I-I would,

but currently, I lack credibility,

so the only way to fix this

and turn it around is to get Voss

and prove that my case was scuttled from the inside.

But listen, I have a plan, OK?

We'll get Voss up to Canada, and we can throw a net on him up here.

If I do this,

I'm gonna have to call in a massive favour.

I have friends inside the Aduana,

but this is gonna cost me big.

And I'm supposed to burn all that good will on a Mennonite pastor

and an ex-cop who "lacks credibility"?

Agent O'Reilly, my ass is hanging out the window and I need your help.

Emma, I can't find her.

Ugh.

Tina!

We'll have to go without her.

Ezekiel.

Ezekiel?

Komme.

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Komme.

May God have mercy on the souls of these two men.

Ernesto Deckert and the...

pilot "Diego Penner."

These men have sinned greatly,

as have many others, even among the Edentaler.

We can only hope for forgiveness and redemption

when we stand in the face of our Lord

as these men do now.

If we admit our sins freely

and repent with shame

and humility

and sincere regret,

then perhaps there is hope.

And now, for his part in the death of these two men,

Joey Epp will lead us

in a prayer of repentance.

Dear Lord...

...I have sinned.

I let my brother lead me away from you.

Please help me find my way back.

- Amen. - Amen.

♪ Praise God from whom ♪

♪ All blessings flow ♪

♪ Praise Him, all creatures ♪

♪ Here below ♪

♪ Praise Him above ♪

♪ Ye heav'nly host ♪

♪ Praise Father ♪

♪ Son and Holy Ghost ♪

♪ Praise God from whom ♪

♪ All blessings flow ♪

♪ Praise Him, all creatures ♪

♪ Here below ♪

♪ Praise Him above ♪

♪ Ye heav'nly host ♪

♪ Praise Father, Son ♪

♪ And Holy Ghost ♪

♪ Praise Father ♪

♪ Son and Holy Ghost ♪

♪ Amen ♪

It's done.

The bodies are on their way to Voss.

Then what?

We wait. His move next.

Jo?

OK.

- Joey wants his truck back. - Ah.

Since when did you start using a phone?

Joey gave it to us. It was Gerry's.

That's Gerry's phone?

What the hell was Joey doing with it?

These are the contacts on it.

First names and numbers of all the people. I wrote them into my book.

I've contacted all of them. Yeah, well,

except for the third one.

What? "Balia"?

- Belial. - Belial. Why not?

Why didn't you call?

It's the name of a devil.

Like, like the real devil?

Someone who walks in the laws of darkness, pride, idolatry.

OK.

Kingsley.

Voda.

I've been thinking about Article 9

and how it relates to you.

And it commands its leaders

to "provide for all of the wants

of the Church according to their abilities."

So I was wondering,

since our Ordnung permits the use of motorized vehicles

and you used one to provide for the wants

of the Church according to your abilities,

then you're just doing as God commands,

right?

That is an excellent question

that requires a trip to my library for an answer.

Jo?

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I wanna see it done, in person.

Yes.

And I want to make a trade.

My freedom for the new delivery system,

safety for my family,

protection from Gerry Epp,

and I want to go back to being a normal pastor.

You are not a normal pastor.

These are my terms.

You come and I will show you how to do this new process.

Nee. You come show me here.

Sunrise,

day after tomorrow. There will be a plane

waiting at the airstrip outside of Chatham.

Bring the chemist who thought of the idea.

These are my terms.

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