Outcast

I know you have guest.

It's like what happened to your poor mother.

Don't go down that road again.

This is a surprise.

You hurt a little girl

and now you're not her daddy anymore.

That what it was like with your mother in the end?

Different with her.

It wasn't like that with my wife either.

I always thought it was something I did to them.

Now I know it's something else.

Come and get me.

Sarah: Kyle!

Hey!

Mom!

Anderson: It's lookin' a little thin out there this mornin'.

Always seems to happen with the sudden change in weather.

"Would I rather spend my Sunday morning

"with that blow-hard Reverend Anderson..."

"or with a fishing rod in my hand?"

Why are you laughin'?

This isn't a joke.

Church is not optional.

This is the only thing

that will fortify us...

sustain us...

inoculate us against the darkness.

Ezekiel urges us to be prepared.

Be... prepared.

Because the unexpected could be lurking

behind the next tree.

But there is one thing

that should never take us by surprise,

because we know it is there, always lurkin',

ready to seize us in our moments of weakness.

Five mornings ago,

when I awoke, I was prepared for nothing more than...

another glorious day in God's creation.

By day's end...

I was doing battle with a servant of Satan himself.

Evil incarnate.

Evil wearing a face that no one would expect.

A child's face.

A face contorted, twisted.

Sweet innocence corrupted.

Vomiting a foul blackness

that could only had come from the deepest,

darkest pits of hell.

I was furious with myself,

because I had not been vigilant.

I was not prepared.

I let my guard down...

and evil slipped in.

Well, that's not gonna happen again,

because it is my job to prepare each of us

to recognize the dark forces,

and that means more butts in these pews...

because the battle is comin'!

And unless we're prepared,

that darkness will spew forth with the reek of a sewer...

drowning us in its corruption.

We will choke on it, gag on it,

and then the black pit of hell will await us all.

I appreciate your comin' today.

Woman: I could've done without some of that saucy language.

Puttin' people's backsides in seats.

Maybe it's a minor blessin'

there weren't more people here to hear me workin' "blue."

Well, I like when you put

a little pepper on your pitches, Reverend.

Why, Mildred, you make me blush. Oh.

Enjoy the rest of your Sunday, ladies.

Bye-bye now. May God bless you and keep you.

You too, Reverend. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Okay, enjoy the rest of your Sunday.

Stop it.

She was staring at me like she saw a ghost.

You were gone a while and now you're back.

That makes you mysterious, I guess.

Did you tell them about what happened with Joshua?

How could I not?

Boy was sitting there like he'd been through a meat grinder.

I didn't say anything about you,

but they need to know the story.

It's not just a story.

It's true.

Hell, yes, it is.

People will tell ya

this is full of stories.

But what good are they if people don't believe them?

You sure it's over?

Joshua's... okay?

You jokin'?

You saw the demon leave him.

You know, that day with my mother, when she...

I don't remember it happening like that with her.

I'll tell you what I saw.

I saw a kind and gentle woman...

transformed into a monster...

finally freed of the evil pulling her strings.

You freed her, Kyle.

Is that what I did?

Absolutely.

Well, what have we got here?

Where's Caleb?

He had to go over to Wheeling to see his sister.

Mm-hmm... So, I'm being handy.

I thought you were gonna leave that.

"Turn the other cheek." Honestly...

I don't mind...

folks having a bit of fun at my expense.

Goes with the territory.

But things have changed.

Maybe it's time to start sweatin' the small stuff.

Hey...

ever wonder it's a chicken and egg scenario?

The more you preach hellfire and brimstone,

the more riled up people get.

If you'd seen what I'd seen, you'd know that people need to be riled up.

Now, I got your back.

Whether it cost me or not, you know that.

But that boy you picked up as a partner...

just showin' his face around here got folks talkin'.

He has a talent. Well, that's one way to put it.

Look, I know it ain't been easy for that boy,

but Kyle Barnes has been trouble

since he was 10 years old.

Like you and I, we didn't raise Cain

in our day, you know?

We were young, drunk, and stupid. Yeah.

Yes, we were.

But that boy comes from a much darker place.

Folks say he should have been locked up,

and current events don't change that opinion.

Hope you know what you're doin'.

Thank you.

Lowell: I need to talk to Chief.

What the hell you got there, Lowell?

I need to talk to Chief.

Well, the chief's out. Giles: Chief's back.

What in the hell is going on here?

Last time I called this in, ain't nobody come out and do anything.

This time, I figured I come down there

and light a fire under your department's ass.

Well, you might've put it in a bag that didn't leak.

Oh...

That looks like clean cuts. Well, it ain't roadkill,

if that's what you're getting at.

Critter right there was killed with a blade

fancy-like and nailed up.

"Nailed up"?

All of them out there like some kind of display.

Sent my dogs wild crazy.

You see anything else out there?

Spray paint? Graffiti?

This ain't the Crips, Chief.

You see any kids roaming around out there?

Aaron McCready? Any of that bunch?

No. My dogs keep most everybody away. Mm-hmm.

You said "all." Mm-hmm.

There's more? Yeah.

Six of them by my count. Six?

Cut like that and then nailed like that.

Woman: Glad to see that you made it.

How you doin'?

Hello, Mom.

Somethin' happened a couple of days ago.

I think, uh...

I think I might have helped save a little boy.

Reverend says that I saved you too.

All I know is I put you here.

I made you like this.

After what you did to me...

I told myself I'd never lose a minute of sleep.

You remember when you used to read to me?

Outside in that big ol' hammock?

We were all we had.

I love you, Mom.

If you're here for the sing-along,

it's right-- My mother's Sarah Barnes.

She's a patient here. Which room?

Uh...

I-- I-- I'm not sure.

Look, her bedsheets are comin' off the bed

and there's water marks all over the ceiling.

The room-- We'll have our maintenance people take a look at it.

What room number was it again?

I don't know the fucking number.

It's Sarah Barnes, like I said.

There's no need to use that language.

We'll get somebody in there as soon as possible.

Yeah? When?

'Cause the damn ceiling is comin' down on her head in there.

Look, I'll make a note to change your mother's bedding,

but I'm afraid visiting hours are over,

so unless you want to join the sing-along...