We Are What We Are

"It is with love that I do this. God's will be done." ~ Alyce Parker

Please God, watch over my babies.

Please just come home again.

- Hey. - How's it goin'?

This way.

Put it down over here.

Can I help you, Mrs. Parker?

Mrs. Parker? Mrs. Parker?

Mrs. Parker, can I help you?

- You okay? - It's the dampness, it, uh...

gets in my head.

It's gonna get a lot worse before it gets better.

- Snap Pops! - Sorry, buddy, no Snap Pops.

- Snap Pops. - It's the first day with abstinence. You know the rules.

- Snap Pops. - Milk or tea.

Sorry, honey, it's only till after Sunday.

- Why? - Because it's the fast, which means that we can't eat.

No flesh, no fruit, no grain.

Drink your milk, it'll fill you up.

Now, don't chug it, it's gonna give you a belly ache.

I don't know what she was thinking, leaving those clothes out like that.

Her headaches have been getting worse.

I wish Daddy would let her see a doctor.

You know how he feels about that.

Mr Parker? Mr Parker.

Stay here.

Daddy!

Spit it out.

- Hey. - Hi, Doc.

I'm so sorry I'm late. The roads are a mess.

I'm Doc Barrow.

We know. You delivered our baby brother, Rory, up at the house.

- Oh yeah, Rory, little Rory. How is he? - He's, um... getting big.

Good. Where is your father?

He couldn't make it. He's still grieving.

Well I can understand that, sweetie. It's tough.

- They said that she drowned. - Well, I won't know, hon, until I do a full examination.

You mean autopsy.

Yes, an autopsy. It's the law.

You know, I'm so sorry, it's been a long time, and you've grown so much, I just can't remember your name.

- Iris. - Iris. And you?

- Rose. - Iris and Rose.

Well, I only need one of you to make the identification.

I'll do it.

- I'll do it. - Okay. This way, sweetie.

Rose, we'll be right back.

Mr Parker?

Mr. Parker, it's wet out here.

She's in a better place, Mr. Parker.

We say that. Do we believe it?

Emma Parker. 47 years old.

Liver healthy. Moderate calcification on the left ventricular arteries.

Sign of pill rolling.

Atrophy of right vastus lateralis -

suggesting early onset of Parkinson's.

What about Lamb's Day, Daddy?

We do it the way that we've always done it.

Two days, and we will carry on.

But Mama's gone.

What?

- Mama's gone. - It's what we do, Rose. We continue.

Iris is the eldest daughter. It's her responsibility now.

Tree's down. Creek's washed out.

Fetch some candles, Rose.

I'll let them know what's going on down at the trailer park.

You're not a'scared, are you? Are you scared?

Don't be scared.

- When is Jesus gonna be here? - Soon.

Yeah, He's gonna be here soon.

That's my boy.

Sing it.

- Shhh. - Sing it.

Daddy's home.

What is it, boy?

Huh.

Come on, come on.

Mr. and Mrs. Kimble, uh... in these situations, 99 times out of a hundred

the missing person is safe, just can't get to a working phone.

Your daughter's probably at somebody's house, a friend's house, just as worried about you as you are about her.

But, uh, she's our only child, and she never hasn't come home before.

I understand that, but I got... I got roads closed, lines down, bridges out.

Let's give it 24 hours. If she doesn't make contact by then, we'll, uh, we'll put out an alert. Okay?

Emily!

I need you to make copies of that photo, and put out an MPR on a Valerie Kimble, all right?

I'm on it.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, I know it's a bad time for you, but...

uh, I'm finished with this place, uh...

There's no work, and now this damn storm washed half the town away,

so, we're gonna head down-state to my brother's and see if we can start over.

I think that's everything. Good luck, Mr. Parker.

I'm hungry.

Snap pops.

It's for you.

- I don't underst-- - A token to... for last night.

"Kindness shall be met with kindness."

- Is that in the Bible? - It's in mine.

- Thank you. - The funeral is this afternoon.

- So soon? - It's our way.

I don't like to ask, I was wonderin' if you wouldn't mind watchin' my boy for a spell.

- Too young for these things. - Of course I wouldn't mind.

I'd be happy to, Mr. Parker.

This is Sheriff Meeks. I'm not here right now, please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

Hey, Bob. Doc Barrow here.

I found something strange this morning, my dog actually dug it up, I'd like to show it to you.

I can stop by your place today, if it's okay. Let me know, please. Thanks.

Where are you, Pumpkin?

You're gonna have to take care of them now. You ready for that?

I'm the eldest. That's the way it works. The way it's always worked.

It just... doesn't seem fair.

None of it.

That's for me to worry about, not you.

What if we refused to do it? We just... we just stopped?

- He would make us, wouldn't he? - I just wanna get this over with.

And then we have a whole year to figure something out.

- I just wish we were like everyone else. - Well, we're not.

- What are you doing? You know you ain't allowed down here! - I seen the monster, Daddy.

One day, I'll teach you how not to be afraid of the dark. How'd that be?

- Good. - Until then, you stay out.

Don't go where you don't belong. Okay?

- You always need a watchful eye. - I'm sorry, Daddy. Rose said he was sleeping.

Rose isn't in charge. You are. All we have is each other.

We need to stick together now. You understand?

"And the seed shall become the tree, which bears the fruit."

- "And feeds the kindred. Amen." - Amen.

When the Earth has claimed our limbs, then shall we come home to walk with Him.

To the better place He calls us,

free from want, and hungry desires of this Earth.

But should some urgent fate, untimely lot,

bring you to meet your fate,

nameless out the haunt that the lone regions where has drawed no foot of man,

commend myself to God.

Behold, the Lamb of God, who taketh away the sins of the world.

- Amen. - Amen.

He hasn't eaten... since Mama...

Take him home, put him to bed, let him get some rest.

If he wants something to eat, give him something light, like soup or something.

- I'll call you tomorrow. - I'm sorry, Iris.

Thank you for coming, Anders. It was really sweet of you.

No, no hon... she didn't suffer at all, no.

We're home, Daddy.

She was the first. Now it belongs to you.

December 24th, 1781.

Papa has found our new home.

It is a peaceful place, high on a mountain overlooking the valley below.

The forest is rich with serenity. The land, it knows not the industry of men.

Our harvest dwindles as winter approaches early.

Mother has forgone her rations, so that the children may eat.

Father and Uncle Burnett left yesterday in search of game.

We pray for their safe return, as I fear we have not yet seen the whole of nature's cruelty.

- Hi. - Hey.

I hope I'm not bothering you, but uh...

I wanted to say that when my dad died...

it was really hard on our family. Especially my mom.

Where have you been? I haven't seen you all summer.

Academy training? Down-state?

Yeah, this is my first official week on the job.

- They made you cut your hair, huh? - Yeah, academy regulation.

- You wanna come in? - Um... no, it's, uh...

it's just... do you remember a Valerie Kimble?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, well, uh, have you seen her lately?

Hmm-mm.

Not since school let out. She's pretty.

Yeah, well, um, well she's gone missing. And, uh, it was just before the storm,

so I thought that maybe, since she had to come by this way on her way home everyday,

that maybe someone had seen her.

Well, you could check up at the trailer park. Only the new girl left, business has been slow.

Yeah, it's been slow for everybody.

All right, well um, well I'll go ask her then.

I hope this doesn't come off the wrong way, you know... I thought that maybe, um...

maybe after everything calmed down... uh, we could, you know, we could go to a movie or somethin' sometime?

- A movie? - Yeah.

Or... or a restaurant, we could go eat, you know, whatever you want to do.

- Ask me again some other time, and we'll see. Okay? - Yeah, of course.

All right. I will... I will... I'll see you around? I hope.

Not if I see you first.

That's the boy from school that you liked, isn't it?

He's okay.

Nice haircut.

I don't know what's keepin' you here, Doc.

What you need is a good long vacation, someplace warm.

Shit, if I was you, I'd retire and stay there. She can stay here.

- So what do you think? - Well, it's been floodin' up at the cemetery.

Hell, but Bob, the cemetery is downstream from me, and you know very well nothing flows upstream.

- How sure are you, Doc? - I'm not.

We'd have to send it to Albany, be tested positive.

That's not gonna happen, not with the flood.

What are we gonna do?

I got a state of emergency here,

I can't start an investigation based on a piece of bone, I'm not even sure that its human.

- I'm not asking that, Bob. - I know that.

- Come on, Jim, you know what this is. - What?

- I'm sorry, man. - Aw, it's all right. You're probably right.

I'm probably clutching at straws.

Believe me, when Kimmy disappeared, we did everything we could.

She was just gone. It happens.

I wish to God it didn't, but it does.

Yeah...

...and the monster lived happily ever after.