The Wrath of Becky

Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs,

I have someone here you might like to meet.

Lookie here, Alice.

Oh, you must be Becky.

Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs.

Oh, please call us Ted and Alice.

And this is Diego, right?

That's right.

Welcome home, honey. Welcome home.

I know what you're thinking:

"Who the fuck is this girl? That is not the Becky I remember."

But I had to play the part for my new foster parents.

Yeah, these two wack jobs.

You know, when Alice and I decided we were gonna be foster parents,

we knew we had to move to a community

with the best of the best in Christ-filled education.

And around here, they're all Blue Ribbon School districts,

top tier, top of their class, and top notch.

I'm not sure what is planned for tomorrow,

but I'd love to get enrolled ASAP.

Absolutely.

I planned on taking you there first thing in the morning.

Wonderful.

Oh, and don't forget about the new principal.

- Mr. Sarrio. - Good guy.

We've gone to the same church now for what?

Six years. And he has a daughter that's your age, Sara.

- She's adorable. - She'll probably be in your class.

She is in a wheelchair, but you'll still like her.

Will I get to spend time with her in church as well?

Perhaps there's, like, a youth group of some sort?

Oh, Becky.

I can't tell you how happy it makes me to hear you say that.

Well, shall we?

Yes. It's just...

would you mind if we said grace first?

- Can you believe it? - She's perfect.

And just remember, if you need anything at all,

Ted and I are just in the next room.

My guardian angels.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night, Mom.

Ted. Teddy!

Diego, come.

It's been two years since four neo-Nazis invaded my family's lake house

and murdered my father.

They were looking for some stupid fucking key

that they had hidden below the house.

Yeah, that stupid fucking key.

But then this happened.

Bummer about me ruining their plans.

I'm 16 now.

I've run away from three foster homes.

I've manipulated, conned, burglarized,

anything to keep me off the grid and out of the system.

If you ask me, given the circumstances...

I think I'm doing just fine.

Oh, yeah, I fall into my own hole traps sometimes.

Nobody's perfect.

Eat.

Thank you, darling.

This is Elena Cahn.

I've lived with her for the past year.

I don't know much about her other than the following:

She's old, she hates almost everyone,

and she picks up hitchhikers.

It's how we met.

I fell into one of my hole traps again today.

I saw that.

I had just woken up, looked out my window,

just in time to see you vanish.

I quite enjoyed the show.

You sleep?

No.

It's the same every night.

What about you?

Like a baby.

Well?

I always start.

So, what's different about today?

I am grateful for food.

I am grateful for a hot cup of coffee.

How come I can't say food, but you can say coffee?

Food is a human necessity.

Coffee is a delicacy.

I am grateful that I get paid today.

I am grateful for the novel I'm reading.

What's it called?

True Grit.

I think you'd like it.

I am grateful for Diego.

He's a good boy.

One more. Wow me.

I am grateful for...

Another day.

Another day.

There should be a rule against

you always saying that as your number three.

You only have to think of two things if it's always your number three.

I get to change the rules.

I'm old.

Founding Fathers Breakfast with a side of toast.

Thanks, sweetheart.

- Do you see my name tag? - I'm sorry?

My name tag, does it say "sweetheart"?

No.

What does it say?

Becky.

Yeah, 'cause that's my name.

Okay. Jesus.

Oh, sweetheart... Becky...

- I asked for buttered toast. - There's butter on the plate.

Yeah, but I like the butter to be melted into the toast

the minute it pops out of the toaster.

I didn't actually do it.

Hello?

But I really, really wanted to.

Shit.

A Jasper Hills man is now facing first-degree murder charges...

K-I-L-L-E-R.

Double E, double word, 22.

You can tell a lot about a person...

playing a game like this.

How so?

By the words they're able to find within their letters.

My brother made every effort

to play the most ostentatious of words.

He was a real self-righteous jackass.

Two triple letters, ten points.

- I didn't know you had a brother. - Four brothers, all older.

Do you still talk to them?

Only one is still alive.

The jackass.

I'm sorry.

You didn't kill them.

Besides, I've learned that for every person you lose along the way,

you gain another.

Anew.

Ten.

Why have you never asked me where I came from?

Why have you never told me?

Weren't you curious?

A kid with no parents showed up wanting to rent a room?

You pay your way.

You help out around the house.

And I'd hardly consider you a child.

You are 18, right?

My mother died when I was 9.

My father was a drunk.

I left home when I was 15.

We all come from somewhere.

And we all do what we have to...

in order to survive.

How much does that add up to?

Fifteen.

Ten.

Nice try.

We go now to a developing story.

They call themselves the Noble Men,

and they may be coming here to Fillmore.

Authorities are aware of the risk of violence...

The world has gone mad.

Increasing the security detail for Senator Anne Hernandez.

They say they've been tracking the Noble Men

on various online platforms for months.

They've seen a rise in activity

and noticed a pattern of their appearances within smaller communities.

Whether or not the Noble Men decide to make an appearance

at the town hall on Wednesday, and what that appearance may look like,

only time will tell.

Are you gonna seat us or just gonna stand there?

Yeah, wait. Real quick, I got a question.

Did your mom actually name you that?

'Cause Becky is a stripper name,

and any chick that gives her daughter a stripper name is a catch.

- What is it with you and moms? - I got a thing for moms.

No, what he's saying is, he'd love to fuck your mom.

That is correct. Yes, I would love to fuck your mom.

Right this way.

Not a fan. Come on.

I'm just saying it's weird. Okay? I have a bad feeling.

I just wanna make sure it's just a rally.

Sean, can you do me a favor?

Just reach into your panties

and pull the blood-soaked tampon from your twat.

- Would you shut the fuck up? - Can you...?

Look, Darryl will tell us what we need to know

when we need to know it.

Darryl is a username on a message board.

You've never met him. None of us have.

He's an ex-Navy SEAL, one of the fucking founding fathers, bro.

How do you know he's not an undercover cop?

Oh, my God.

Seriously, those guys are on the message board all the time, right?

Seriously, pull it out. You're gonna get toxic shock syndrome.

That's a real killer. You know that, right?

Look, I hate Senator Hernandez as much as you guys do, okay?

I hate her.

But if shit goes south tomorrow,

I ain't going to prison like those jackasses last year.