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I met Isabella Adsila Sutton at the orphanage.

Her father was a bootlegger.

Had the best whiskey around.

And while perhaps--

Gilberto, you filthy Mexican,

get your ass out here.

--they didn't like the color of his skin much,

they sure did love the taste of his drink.

Gilberto!

Her mother, on the other hand--

These papers, they look like local papers.

This land's reserved for the Mohegan Reservation--

--was simply a fucking boss.

They need to grant permission to the feds.

- They grant-- - It's not about the money.

What did she say?

It's not about money!

Or as the locals called her--

- Thank you for your time. - Abigail:--very difficult.

The truth is I'm not entirely certain

why any of the native girls ended up at the orphanage.

The snatchers would go farm to farm--

Abigail:--and child to child.

And there was really nothing you could do to stop it.

Gibby!

Gibby!

Gibby!

Isabelle!

Please stop!

Isabelle!

No!

No, no, no!

Please!

Isabelle, Isabelle!

Stop!

Stop!

- Stop!

Please stop!

- Isa!

Please!

The snatchers got her.

The natives tried to mind their own business

the best they could,

but the snatchers always found them.

All I can tell you for certain,

Isabelle's first day at the orphanage

would be my last.

Preacher: You have often heard me refer to the church

as a tool, a catalyst for spiritual growth.

But without a commitment to the Lord in the home

and in the community, the church can only do so much.

Now I know firsthand that the Rogers' home

is a home blessed by the Lord.

Let this be a lesson in love, selflessness,

and servitude.

The Rogers have taken in this orphan out of an act--

I was told they were

"a good, American family," whatever that means--

Preacher: Abigail, today--

Abigail:--and that I should be grateful for a fresh start.

Today, we baptize you in the name of the Father--

This part was true.

--The Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

That's why I couldn't bring myself

to tell them that I was Jewish.

Photographer: Let's get a nice photo.

So proud to call you a Rogers.

Welcome to the family.

Photographer: Okay, on three.

One, two, three.

Well thank you for coming down.

I really appreciate you made the time.

Have you tasted the cake?

My husband won't let me eat cake anymore.

My husband doesn't care.

Hmm, isn't that something?

Please thank him for me.

You didn't have to come.

I normally don't get to do this sort of thing.

Any excuse, you know?

Kind of feels like the old days, only--

In dresses?

Gordon Rogers: Mabel.

Come here for a second?

There's some ladies I'd like you to meet.

I'm coming.

Your husband's an asshole.

Have a slice of cake.

And Mabel, they're both on the town board.

They do look happy.

Gordon Rogers, my new father.

He was always on edge.

Gordon Rogers: Ah, damnit.

Seemed like he had some shit happen to him

back in the day.

Something he kept all bottled up, you know,

because he was a man in the 50's,

had to exude a sense of control or whatever.

I thank you, Jesus,

for the opportunity to serve You.

I am grateful for family, for profession,

and for purpose.

I'm guided by Your Word, Your teachings,

and example always.

I pray that you continue to give me the strength

to carry on with my mission.

He worked for the government,

they told me.

A secure and admirable job.

Well I'll be damned.

I didn't really know what that meant,

but I wasn't allowed to ask questions.

Gordon: Well, Larry, the way I see it

a bit of press isn't all that bad.

Neither was his wife.

Gordon: Yeah--yeah, the way I see it,

the way I see it.

Mabel?

Mabel, can--can...

Okay, I think it lends a bit of legitimacy to the appellation

that's a bit of believability to the fact

that these invasions--that these invasions are real.

Larry : Well, that'd be true

just the fact that they are real.

There's--there's no reason to get hysterical, okay?

I mean, nobody cares.

What do you--what do you mean, what do I mean?

I mean that nobody cares about these people.

Oh, oh, very funny.

Very funny, Larry.

Why don't you pop one of your wife's happy pills and relax

'cause I got this handled.

Eggs?

Thank you.

Mabel Rogers: That was some morning phone call.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, Larry is all bent out of shape,

because there's some headline in the newspaper.

Hey, hey, elbows off the table.

You always have your elbows on the table.

Mabelline, can you please talk to her?

We shouldn't do that.

Well I'll be.

Now, let me tell you something about aliens.

It's just a bunch of hysteria to keep the housewives busy.

Alien invasion not but two towns over.

Is this the headline Larry was talkin' about?

Gordon: Uh, uh, uh, Mabelline, classified.

I'll be.

Now I'll have you know I don't believe in aliens, Gordo.

- Damnit, Mabelline. - Please, don't start.

We're having a nice morning.

Abigail, we're--we're a family, not some halfway home,

so I'd appreciate it if you show me the same kindness

that I've shown you, because you're my daughter,

and I'm your...?

Come on, I'm your...?

- Just-- - I'm your?

I don't feel comfortable yet.

That should be OK with you, right?

These things take time?

Trust and all?

Right?

Gordon: I--I shall patiently wait for you,

because it's on your time, Abigail.

All on your time.

So until then I'll just continue to house you,

feed you, provide for you,

because that's what a provider does.

He provides.

He provides, provides, provides.

P-R-O-V-I-D-E.

You can call him "dad" once in a while.

He's a sensitive fellow.

And don't repeat that, though.

You girls be good now.

- Be good, Mabel. - Bye-bye now.

- Bye-bye now.

- This is an abomination.

Now don't say that.

He makes us stand here like prized poodles every day.

There are certain things we ladies need to do.

My new mother.

Mabelline Rogers.

She used to fly planes during the war.

Now she's a happy housewife.

Mabel: She just doesn't fit in.

Like she's constantly judging me.

Mabel: I know I sound silly.

It's just--just not--

--not what I expected.

No, Gordon just showed up with her.

What was I supposed to do?

- Mabel: Hi Bob. - Bob: Hi Mabel!

Gordon: Ah!

Ah.

Gordon: Oh god.

Man : We thank thee for the privilege

of living as free men in a country

which respects our freedom,

and our personal rights to worship and think--

Mabelline, dinner was just swell tonight.

- Absolutely delicious. - Mabel: Well, thank you.

You know, I've--I've been thinking.

Been thinking what if--what if we just started praying

before dinner, huh?

Mabel: Hm.

- Gordon: Right? - Mabel: Mm.

I mean, my mother would make us pray all the time.

And a fight was to be had unless--unless you gave thanks.

She said it gave us consistency, yeah.

Who knows?

Man : Most of all, dear Lord--

Gordon: I just never imagined it.

Imagine Mr. Cox is walking his dog and he looks over

and he sees the Rogers, all three of us,

even Abigail, praying over our meal

all framed up nicely to the dining room window.

"Hey, now there's an enviable family."

- Hi, ya hungry?

Weiner : Looking for a tempting treat?

Hold on, until I absorb some heat.

Some added tang might please you too.

I'll slid into an over-fresh bun.

And I'm ready for your eating fun.

Announcer : Why don't you try a juicy, good hot dog?

- Mm, delicious.

It wasn't the picture of the crop circle

that had Mabelline spooked.

It was the pictures of the missing.

Mabel: Oh, my God.

And as much as she tried

to shake it off that night, she just couldn't.

Mabel: I wish you didn't have to work on a Saturday.

Gordon: I know, honey, I--I have a case to close.

You girls be good, though.

Be good bonding time for both of you.

Bye-bye now.

Looked like a falling star.

It was red and kind of comin' down.

I just was fascinated, I wasn't afraid.

Well, it looked--was shaped like a pie.

I could see the front of it.

I just saw the round front and I see the light

on either side.

Mabel: "Edward Boon."

What were you up to?

Good afternoon, Rogers' residence.

- Gordon : It's me. - Gordo, hi.

Look--look I'm--I'm not gonna make it for dinner tonight.

Um, I--I still gotta crack this case and whatnot.

Which case?

Gordon : But I'll be there before midnight.

I'll see you then.

And maybe I can make it up to you.

I gotta go.

Okay, bye.

Mabel: Sweetheart, I'm gonna be running some errands

with Mrs. Anderson.

Right now?

Gordo's working late and the moment seemingly

presented itself.

I mean, if you get hungry

you can--there's some leftovers in the middle shelf

of the fridge.

You can choose between the brisket or the sausage.

What type of errand?

Mrs. Anderson has a hair appointment.

I completely forgot.

- Okay? - Okay.

Okay, goodbye.

- Hi, Bob.

Still watering I see.

Very good.

I'm just off to Mrs. Anderson's.

Radio host: We have The Taylor Broadcast:

The U.S. news and world report article.

The transcripts of our conversations

with leading scientists and engineers.

Nearly all these observers are in agreement

on the color of the object.

It's a metallic color, they say.

Woman : Well, I think there's more to it

than meets the eye, and I think it's more serious

than what they're writing about.

Man : I have a confidence that something

on that order makes sense.

Radio Host:--to summarize the data

we've been able to gather.

Sorted out the points of agreement and disagreement,

among those who claim to have seen the flying saucers.

Joe: I know you.

Oh, I know you.

And I know exactly what you're looking--

Sir, I believe there's been a misunderstanding.

I--I'm married, but my husband--

Ma'am, you're a believer.

I sees it in your eyes.

You know, I--I sees it.

Oh, don't be shy.

I'm--I'm one of us.

Well, uh, come on then.

You want the full tour we best get started.

Mabel: Oh, oh, I didn't know there was a tour.

How much is it?

It's, uh--it's a nickel a tour, ma'am.

That's mighty expensive, isn't it?

Now then, right this way.

Mabel: My husband should really be here any minute.

- He knows exactly where I am. - Ah, well, isn't that lovely?

Now this is, uh, Mr. Sutton's whiskey refinery.

Whiskey refinery?

That's interesting.

Joe: Best whiskey this side of the Hudson.

Anyone will tell ya that.

Do you happen to know anything about his wife,

Glennie, I think her name was?

Joe: Uh, she was a native.

Anything else?

Oh, uh, they had that little Indian hut over there.

This way, please.

Oh, no, ma'am, that's--um, that's not part of the tour.

Why not?

Do you wanna be cursed forever?

Joe: No, ma'am, I--I can't allow a perfectly fine lady

such as yourself to be under the spell of those people.

No, no, ma'am.

This way, please.

Joe: Ma'am, this way.

I ask you today for something that shall affect

13 generations to come:

- Our daughter

Bring my baby home.

Bring my baby home.

Joe: Now, be rest assured this is perfectly safe.

The authorities have assessed this area,

and have given myself, JTT Inc.,

that's Joe's Tours Terrestrials Incorporated,

the rights to these here showings,

but--but I must warn you:

What you're about to see has caused some to go into shock,

faint, cry, hyperventilate.

Why?

Are you prepared to see the very spot they were taken?

I mean, you made decline, and I shall not judge.

I'm ready, thank you.

I give you The Sutton Farm Abduction.

That's really something, isn't it?

Joe: It's a classic saucer.

You can tell from the circular shape.

Joe: This is a case closed.

We'll never see the Suttons again.

Well I'll be.

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