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- Nobody's reported them missing.

Nobody's called in a disturbance.

These houses are an acre apart.

Brenda's neighbors were 10 feet away

and all they heard over the Orioles was pounding on a wall.

Right.

There it is. Bishop Low's.

Porch light's off.

I'll be at the front door.

Police!

Bill.

Police!

Hey!

Charming.

Sorry.

It's all clear.

Judging by the jewelry I saw dumped in the toilet,

wouldn't peg this a robbery.

No. Checkbook's right there.

Kidnapping?

- God, I hope that they got outta here

before anything like that could happen,

and somewhere we can find them first.

Okay. Thanks, Fred.

Well, at least half of Sam's list is still alive.

Our boys just found the Laffertys' stake president,

Mr. Stowe, and his wife asleep in bed.

Say they haven't seen anything unusual.

No bearded men.

But also said they haven't heard from the Lows for a week.

Which is unusual.

- L--hey, Morris. - Sir.

First light, I need you to...

Track the last knowns of the Lows.

- Yes, sir. Where would you--

where would you like me to look?

Talk to neighbors.

Neighbors.

The Lows' kids.

Kids. - Um...

You know, phone records and credit cards,

that kind of thing.

Careful. Go.

You and me, we need to keep pushing Robin.

If he had these names up his sleeve...

That's fine with me.

Yeah.

Sorry, it's a letter from Dianna asking for help

with, uh, the Lafferty brothers'

questionable behavior.

- To the president of your church?

To the living Prophet.

It's kind of like writing a letter

to Heavenly Father himself.

And it's--it's hard to imagine

an LDS wife doing this to her own family.

It's extreme.

And this could have--

Oh, gosh. Bill, we have to find her.

Whoa, you guys are pros.

They look great. Yeah.

- Hey, Jeb, I called, um, Nana and Papa

and, uh, told them to hold off

on coming for the girls' baptisms.

They're a little anxious to know when we, um,

might be moving the date to.

Girls do not need baptizing.

I mean, look at them, clean as whistles.

That's a bath, not a baptism. - Bath, bath.

You're thinking of a bath.

- You know who should give a God damn about baptism?

Hey, Mom. That's a no-no.

[news reporter speaking indistinctly]

Annie drew the rainbow.

You guys did this?

It's great. - See this? Beautiful.

Murder of the young mother and daughter,

detectives are investigating ties to Satanists

and other fringe sects known

to practice ritualized killing.

- Skates off and shoes on in 20.

Honey--

Hmm? - Is that true?

The Jews, they need baptisms.

Hello? Are you still there?

Yes, uh, this is Detective Pyre.

So sorry, Brother Pyre,

I hope your hair hasn't gone gray from waiting.

No, it's fine.

I got ahold of the original letter

that Sister Lafferty mailed to the Prophet.

Mm-hmm.

I see here he directed the matter

to Bishop Low and to a member of the bishopric,

LeConte Bascom.

Can you--

B-A-S-C-O-M.

- Wonderful--you've been a great help, Brother.

Thank you so much.

You call back any time.

The Prophet's praying for your investigation.

He is?

That's all we're gonna need.

I appreciate that very much, Brother.

Thanks. Bye.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Everything's great, Mom.

That radio reporter knows

as much about this case

as our toaster, okay?

Should we unplug our toaster too?

You know, if the Jews don't accept Christ,

they--they're gonna find themselves

in the Telestial Kingdom with Hitler.

- Josie, that kind of talk scares the girls.

Remember we talked about that? - Mom, Mom--

Don't speak back to me,

because I don't speak like that with the girls.

- You want to go for a walk? Yes.

Yeah?

Yes. Let's go for a walk.

I'm sorry.

She's sorry, Beccs.

Sorry.

- I'm gonna meet you in the hallway, all right?

- Okay. - Be right back.

- Okay. - All right.

Okay.

I know she doesn't mean it.

It's just the things she says around the girls,

and I--

I can't calm her down like you can.

And you're not always here, and so...

Can we--can we please try the medications?

- Call her doctor and ask about side effects, okay?

Brother Pyre. Good morning.

Uh, LeConte Bascom. - Brother Bascom.

Ignore the creases in my tie.

Had to shake a leg to meet you before we opened.

- Oh, I appreciate the haste, Brother, thank you.

Oh, it's nothing.

The, uh, Prophet's office urged me to help you any way I can.

Take one. They're cinnamon. Oh, gosh.

I can't keep disappointing my dentist.

I can't do it. Thank you, though.

But I was hoping you could shed some light--

- Yes, yes, about Dianna's letter.

The Prophet's office filled me in.

Oh, good. Good.

Okay.

So let's start with what you did

when you first received the letter.

Well, I had a word with Ron

when he came in looking to get approved on a loan.

Duplex sales are in the dang gutter

because interest rates are what they are, and--

and you are overleveraged. I just wish it were less risky.

"Risky"?

You've never used that word with me before.

This is lean, it is a four-plex with a heavily-vetted client.

You know my word is oak. You know that.

If it were up to me alone,

I'd give you the dang bank vault, Brother.

- Who else is it up to? Maybe I should speak to them.

Ron, it's my file. I'm sorry.

- Brother Bascom, I don't get this loan,

then I can't afford to keep operating.

And I'm gonna lose my business and I'm gonna lose my home.

What, my wife is next?

Do you want me to lose my children, hmm?

Ron...

The church has received a letter

asking for intervention in your brothers' anti-tax organizing.

The church passed it on to me.

- So you won't sell me because Dan refuses

to pay sales tax in a store?

It's because of his failure to pay tax

on your father's home

as part of a scheme to challenge taxation as a whole.

Filing a lawsuit to say the 16th Amendment

hasn't been ratified?

That's kicking up dust.

- Okay, and what's he got to do with me?

- Ron, your wife wrote the letter.

She seems pretty worried about it.

Now don't you lay the blame at her feet, all right?

Those ERA types spawn more varieties

of bad influence than we can stamp out.

You know, Phil Donahue's