Servant

Dear Mrs. Turner, My name is Leanne Grayson.

I am 18 years of age and from a good, loving family in Wisconsin.

I hope that you will consider me

as a responsible and moral guardian for your son.

I promise that I will work hard to please you

and to fit into your home.

-Do you have him? -Who?

9780 Spruce Street.

It's an emergency. It's life or death.

He's gone.

So is Leanne.

Can you hear me?

They've taken Jericho.

Who did you call?

The police. Who do you think?

Don't just stand there! Do something!

You did it! Good baby.

Now, no official numbers have been released yet,

but apparently cult leader May Markham is believed to be among the dead.

Her. This woman.

This woman was in my house today, and she took Jericho.

So, the dead woman stole your baby, ma'am?

No.

Sean!

Mr. Turner?

You remember me?

I'm Officer Reyes.

My sister wouldn't intentionally hurt a fly.

She sponsors abused animals.

She's a fucking patron of tired old asses. Tell her, Sean.

They'll do an autopsy.

How many days at a guess?

Three or four.

I was going off shift, but I recognized the address.

There's something about a baby.

He's not real.

It's Dorothy's.

You need to establish roadblocks on a 50-mile perimeter around this city.

I shouldn't have to tell you how to do your fucking job.

I don't care what I'm saying there. Listen to me here.

She faked her death. I don't know. She was in this house.

Sean, thank God. Please tell them. Tell them about Leanne.

Tell them about her family. Tell them to find Jericho!

He's in shock.

Greg, could you give us a minute?

-Why don't we sit over here, Dorothy? -Okay, I'm not an invalid.

-Is Dorothy upstairs? -My office.

Drug her if you have to, darling.

Officers.

Yeah.

-Okay, from the be-fucking-- -Leanne's gone. Okay?

She's taken him. And I don't know if the uncle came in or--

But he's gone, Julian. The baby's fucking gone.

Good.

No bubba, no crime, right?

Dorothy's up there telling them everything.

Dorothy hasn't been right since the accident.

-Hey, she's not fucking crazy. -No one is using that word.

But we have to protect ourselves.

I briefed Natalie in the car.

To say what?

Denial.

"Baby? What baby?"

We dunked him in fucking holy water, Julian. People saw!

All the more reason to get them out of here quickly

before they start poking around.

For fuck's sake, Sean.

You see this?

This could put us away for 20 years.

Officer Reyes, excuse me.

Officer Reyes, these defense mechanisms are on overdrive right now.

So what she really needs is some privacy.

And what are you, her doctor?

Kinesiologist.

And close friend.

Look, what happened to Dorothy, it--

It was unthinkable.

And right now her psyche is protecting her. That's all that this is.

Yeah, but she talked about a nanny. A Leanne.

I'm-- I'll have to ask her about that.

She sent her résumé with a return address.

I can't find it!

Dorothy has created this impenetrable bubble

protecting her from the truth.

And that's just my professional opinion.

-And so the doll is a part of this? -It was. It was.

And now that she's rejecting the doll, it's a positive step towards healing.

I mean, after all, we can only see what we can tolerate seeing.

Why can't I find it?

Ugly fucking thing, isn't it?

-It looks so real. -Yeah.

Do you have any?

Children? No.

Me neither.

They say it changes your life, putting something else first.

Suppose you have to experience it to know.

Right.

I mean, how are we ever gonna understand what they went through?

Hey?

You never recover from something like that.

Officer Reyes, are you still on the scene?

What's the status on that 32?

False alarm. Let's clear out.

Copy that.

I hope you guys know what you're doing.

Holy fuck.

It is her, Julian.

You know what, my wife may be many terrible things,

but she is an excellent journalist.

Well, you opened your door to the church of fuck-only-knows.

But on a brighter note, they're gone now.

Is that all you have to say?

Who the fuck are they? What were they practicing?

What did they want with us?

-How is she? -She spun herself out.

I slipped some melatonin in her tea.

Homeopathic medicine saves the day, said no one ever.

Look, this woman that she's talking about, who is she?

-She's Leanne's aunt? -A fucking cult leader.

Her whole family is batshit crazy. Best left well alone.

Okay. Well, I think for once I agree with Julian.

Maybe we should recognize this for what it is.

Well, what is it?

An opportunity to move forward, Sean.

To let Dorothy grieve.

What? No.

Yes. Sean, you love her, and that's why you're doing this.

But she's grieving the wrong child.

He's not dead.

What I mean is, we were giving him a loving home.

We were taking care of him.

He was never yours to keep, Sean.

He belongs here, with us.

I just want to feel positive.

No, I won't. Yell 'freaks.' Go. Go.