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MAN: Good evening my dear friends of Minston County.
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As we continue in this fortunate year of 1946,
I am delighted in the moral leadership of our very own
Mr. Bascum, for he is laboring to mend the degenerate among us,
from those who seek to deaden the mind on narcotics,
to the women of our town, who degrade themselves through
the sale of their bodies.
Of pioneering treatments, Mr. Bascum is bringing an era
of ethical prosperity to Minston,
through a series of severe and humane procedures re--.
♪ [solemn music]
BOY: Why you sweating, mom?
WOMAN: One drop's not sweating, Donnie.
BOY: You scared?
WOMAN: Will you quit diggin' on me?
I'm fine.
[car squeaks]
[♪♪♪]
BOY: What is this place?
Oh gee, you ain't takin' me to the orphan hole, are ya?
WOMAN: Who gave you a chicken brained idea like that?
BOY: The round man that comes over on Tuesdays,
said he'd take me there if I told anyone he was
in our house.
And if he does, I'll pretend to be asleep,
and when he comes into my room,
I'll jump up and poke him in the belly with--.
WOMAN: Hell!
What have I told you to do with wicked thoughts like that?
Huh? Look at me.
You feel 'em coming you shoo 'em away.
You keep shooin' until they're gone.
You hear me?
Gone.
[♪♪♪]
WOMAN: [sighs]
[door opens]
[door shuts]
[footsteps]
[door opens]
WOMAN: Hey.
So, uh, when I get done, I got a surprise for you.
BOY: What is it?
WOMAN: Gonna sleep somewhere special tonight.
BOY: Mr Harold's Hotel?
WOMAN: Mmhmm.
But you gotta watch your sister for me, 'kay?
Like a good big brother.
Read your book until you fall asleep.
Okay.
♪ [solemn music]
WOMAN: I love you.
BOY: I love you, too.
[door squeaks and shuts]
WOMAN: [heavy breathing]
[metal door rattling open]
[door bangs shut]
♪ [tense music] ♪
[footsteps]
[heavy breathing]
♪ [tense music]
[rattling footsteps approaching]
MAN: Hello, Barbara.
BARBARA: Mr. Bascum.
BASCUM: I'm delighted that you agreed to this over
traditional consequences.
BARBARA: You think it's gonna help me?
BASCUM: The clinicians are quite hopeful.
I of course value their treatment process,
but I'm placing most of my faith in you, Barbara.
Imagine your life no longer defined by your
vulgar behavior.
A world where your children are no longer tarnished
by your reputation.
Or Heaven forbid, relegated to the care of the County.
This is not a punishment to atone for what you have done.
It's an opportunity to reimagine what you might become.
[slow footsteps retreat]
BARBARA: [gasping]
BASCUM: Shall we?
[wrapper crinkling]
[♪♪♪]
MAN: Alton, would you please apply the nodes to the
subject's primary pleasure sensories.
[♪♪♪]
MAN: Please bring in the erotic stimuli.
Douglas, you may step forward.
MAN: Please remove your covering.
[bang]
[distant screaming]
[crying]
[footsteps]
[bang]
[crying]
[bang]
[crying]
[bang]
MAN: [indistinct]
[bang]
MAN: [indistinct]
[bang]
MAN: Keep your eyes fixed on his midsection.
[bang]
MAN: Study every curve.
[bang]
MAN: Every hair.
[bang]
MAN: [indistinct]
[bang]
MAN: He is but a creature.
[bang]
BARBARA: [screaming]
BASCUM: I don't think you're supposed to be here.
♪ [ominous music]
BARBARA: Why?
[crunching]
BRENTON: Donnie, Donnie, hey!
Hey hey, enough.
Alright?
DONNIE: You come near my sister again and I'll make you
breath your last, you hear?
BRENTON: We need to get him to the clinic.
Get his face patched up.
DONNIE: He can lay there and think about what he did.
MAN: [groans]
BRENTON: You're starting to scare me, Donnie.
DONNIE: Anybody that fools around with Bean ought to be scared.
BRENTON: Yeah but you can't go off trying to kill a man over it.
DONNIE: He ain't dead.
BRENTON: Damn near it.
[footsteps]
[♪♪♪]
[radio static]
MAN: -- not one of us can deny the carnival of wickedness
has come to our humble town.
But for this we cannot place blame on the lawyered
statesmen who poisoned our waters,
or the foreigner who hides behind his mongering threats
of violence, for while
the physical bomb has yet to becloud Minston County,
there is one who works tirelessly on our behalf,
even as we're baptized in the blood of perversion.
But let us not forget the progress we have made under
the rule of Mr Bascum, whose mechanisms of justice have
freed us from our past perversions.
The foolish among you may protest the severity of his
methods, but a true countryman never questions the need for
order and enforcement.
DONNIE: It's supposed to be a real current treatment.
I know you hate the idea of being injected with something,
but I'll be back first thing to check on you.
I'll try and bring Bean, too.
[♪♪♪]
DONNIE: But I think we got reason to be hopeful.
BARBARA: There ain't nothing hopeful about this place.
[♪♪♪]
[smacking]
♪ [intense music]
[silence]
[door creeks open]
BEAN: I already boiled some.
[clatter]
DONNIE: You get supper?
BEAN: I'm fine.
DONNIE: Sorry I didn't bring anything home.
[clatter]
DONNIE: Wanted to see Bab before they started
the new treatment.
Going back first thing if you want to come.
BEAN: No, thank you.
DONNIE: Alright, I can see you're on about something.
Just let it out.
BEAN: I heard you gave it to Professor Nickens.
Sent him to the clinic and everything?
DONNIE: That man shouldn't have been alone in my house
with you.
BEAN: He's my calculations teacher.
He was helping me study.
DONNIE: He can help folks with their educational work
at the educational facility.
Not in my house alone with my 14-year-old sister.
Bean, you're too young to understand the intentions
of men.
I did what I did and it was for the best.
[clatter]
DONNIE: You take it.
I'm heading to Mr Harold's.
MAN: Why do we question behavior [indistinct]
punishment.
Without enforcement the hard-working laborer is but
putty in the hands of evil.
So we must make examples of the woman who sells her body
and the man who has turned to [indistinct]
We must not think of--.
WOMAN: [breaths deeply]
♪ [humming]
My, that is low.
[clears throat]
♪ [melodic humming]
WOMAN: How'd the boy do today?
MILT: He lived up to his reputation.
Rhoda, I'm famished.
What do you say we head into the local meat shop and
devour us some lamb tips?
RHODA: It's a bit early for supper.
MILT: Rhoda, you are a cherry red tulip that's always
in full bloom.
RHODA: Save the flattery until we've finished the task at hand.
[rustling]
MILT: And to waste these fine motel furnishings.
[♪♪♪]
[squeaking]
[distant ruckus]
MAN: Give it to me!
HAROLD: This ain't no damn orphanage.
This is a place of business.
MAN: Give me the pillows!
HAROLD: We're not gonna-- get out of here, shoo!
Shoo!
MAN: Gah!
Damn it!
[door slams]
HAROLD: Thanks, Donnie.
But I don't need you mucking around in my mud.
DONNIE: Every business in town has a night patrol.
I'm just doing my job.
HAROLD: It ain't a job if you ain't getting compensated.
Stubborn as a damn mule.
Changing out the soaps.
You keep your eye on that door.
[squeaking]
HAROLD: Hey, what the hell are you doing coming through the front?
You trying to put us both out of business?
WOMAN: I'm done working for tonight.
I was just hoping to rest.
HAROLD: [sighs]
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to raise my voice.
But we all gotta be careful.
That ol' Baskan's been coming down hard on folks lately.
♪ [suspenseful music]
MAN: Why not be a man who dreams for himself?
[♪♪♪]
MAN: Hey, [indistinct] a welder and apprentice?
Come on!
[indistinct]
[footsteps]
♪ [morose music] ♪
[door squeaks]
[♪♪♪]
DONNIE: Mom.
[knocking]
Mom.
Mom--.
Oh, damnation, Donnie, I thought you were an outsider.
Are you trying to forfeit your visitation privileges?
DONNIE: What the hell is this thing?
WOMAN: It keeps her body heat regulated.
DONNIE: Shouldn't she be awake by now?
WOMAN: Hard to say.
The insulin may have collided with her natural slumber.
I wouldn't worry.
It's all part of the county regiment.
Best to stay faithful to what's tried and tested.
DONNIE: She needs someone who understands her to treat her.
WOMAN: Well, unless you win the sweepstakes,
I'm afraid this is all the treatment to be had.
DONNIE: Ma. [knocking]
WOMAN: She can't hear you, Donnie.
This new polyurethane's strong as all get out.
Could probably build a bunker out of it.
I just hope it helps quite the chaos around her.
[♪♪♪]
[indistinct radio chatter]
MAN: --this trying year of 1959, to you, Mr. Bascum.
[door chimes]
WOMAN: Two platters?
Double meat?
BRENTON: Thanks, Miss Sheri.
SHERI: You boys catch Father Coughlin's morning program?
BRENTON: No, we don't get a signal at the coop.
SHERI: I hate saying this, but I think it's safe to say their
finger's creeping towards that button.
BRENTON: Oh, well wouldn't that be something.
SHERI: Well if it's gonna happen to any civilization
it'd be this one.
We truly are living in a carnival of wickedness.
BRENTON: Well, we won't stay aloof to the danger.
We sure are grateful you're here to help keep us informed.
Aren't we, Donnie?
DONNIE: I got other concerns.
Like not starving to death.
SHERI: Donnie, guard your tongue.
You'll be lucky if I come back with any meat on your platter.
DONNIE: Maybe it'd be better if the bomb did drop.
BRENTON: You don't mean that.
DONNIE: If I were you I'd move back to Dakota and get on
with my life.
[chuckles]
Pft.
You're too quick for my appetite, Sheri.
SHERI: You boys keeping it clean over there--.
[bang]
BRENTON: Uh...
SHERI: Bascum must be [indistinct] today.
[chickens clucking]
BRENTON: Mother's been concerned I'm spending too
much time down there.
I'm telling you, my bunker's becoming quite the marvel.
Just hinged some wood to the wall,
and it can act like a table if you wanted to.
Or it flips back up if you want to conserve space.
I just figure a nice open layout--.
DONNIE: Hey, can we get to it?
I want to see Bab before the Center closes.
BRENTON: Yeah, sure, I already fed the orpingtons.
I can help you sex for a bit.
[chickens clucking]
BRENTON: What have we got?
DONNIE: It looks like two females and a rooster.
BRENTON: Oh boy, you're getting good at that.
DONNIE: It ain't hard.
See the point on this one?
BRENTON: I see it.
It's a rooster, right?
DONNIE: That's right.
BRENTON: If it's round like this one, it's a lady?
DONNIE: You gotta take into account the texture, too.
The rooster surface is much rougher.
BRENTON: Oh.
That's why you're the master egg sexer.
♪ [intense music] ♪
[footsteps]
[alarm sounding]
[door creaking]
[squeaking]
[clatter]
[chains rattle]
[rustling]
[grunting]
[rattling footsteps]
HAROLD: Mr. Bascum?
BASCUM: Harold.
Your ledger, please.
BASCUM: Oh.
Harold, I'll be frank.
The talk around town is that you've been allowing some
unsavory clientele into your establishment.
It's now clear that you falsified your records to
conceal your wrongdoing.
Which disappoints me even more.
HAROLD: Well, as you can tell by our pillow stacks,
we ain't exactly selling out rooms.
BASCUM: Yes but you're well aware of the moral standards
we're all required to uphold.
HAROLD: I offer comfortable accommodations.
You buy a pillow, you get a room.
I'm not here to pry into my patron's affairs.
BASCUM: But these patrons are promoting a culture of
addiction and degradation.
The well-being of Minston is more important than your
profit/loss margin.
HAROLD: So what am I supposed to do?
Turn away paying countrymen?
Because of your unwritten rules?
BASCUM: I expected more gratitude from you, Harold.
I've labored greatly to ensure the negro is fairly judged in
this community, and yet you still chose to dishonor us.
In front of my son, no less.
I'm afraid we'll have to address this.
Put him up here.
[grunting]
[shuffling]
BASCUM: Your ankle.
[rustling]
HAROLD: [whimpers]
[rustling]
BASCUM: Your blade.
This is not something I relish.
But we must stand by our principles.
[screaming]
BASCUM: Gentle with him.
[muffled screaming]
[rattling footsteps]
BASCUM: I understand you'll likely view my methods as harsh.
But this town totters on the edge of ruin.
Can you imagine it without ethical enforcement?
♪ [tense music]
[braces rattle]
[thud]
[♪♪♪]
BASCUM: Just the toes.
[muffled screaming]
[♪♪♪]
[thud]
SHERI: It's flat out wicked.
But we need to stay hopeful.
A man can live years without his toes.
I'm gonna go out back and needle some chuckeye.
I need something pure to wash my mind of all this.
[pats]
[dishes clatter]
[door squeaks]
MILT: From what I hear it could have been his leg.
I have travelled from Grand Forks to the [indistinct]
bottom and back.
And I've never seen a man as twisted as Bascum.
When your method of justice is cutting of limbs,
instilling fear into the innocent people of this town,
yeah.
I think you deserve to be boiled alive.
DONNIE: Best of luck with that.
MILT: I don't need luck, I need you, Donnie.
See, I believe you and I can give that gutless vulture
the justice he deserves.
I know I probably sound like a bonafide kook right now.
And I know this whole town is living under his shadow.
But I also know that Minston deserves better.
So why not do something about it?
DONNIE: Your mind's all mangled.
He can't be touched.
MILT: [scoffs]
You're seeing things through a magnifying glass.
I'm handing you a telescope.
If you chose to look through it,
I'll show you exactly how we can carry out his sentence.
DONNIE: Why the hell would I involve myself with you?
MILT: Because I know about your mother.
[rustling]
MILT: I don't ask for a man's help without offering him
something in return.
I have read everything there is to know about Bab's
condition, I know the prognosis seems bleak.
I have reason to believe there is still hope for her.
♪ [tense music]
[paper rumpling]
MILT: It's a modern marvel.
A holistic approach to healing the mind.
And if you accept my proposal, this could be Babs in reality.
What do you say, Donnie?
Will you help me take down John Merryweather Bascum?
[♪♪♪]
[electricity buzzing]
[steady breathing]
DONNIE: Gonna get you the hell out of here.
There's this behavioral center up in Macoupin.
[paper rustling]
DONNIE: I just found a way to get us the money we
need to get you there.
BEAN: Who the hell would want someone's toes?
DONNIE: You don't need to concern yourself over it.
Just didn't want you hearing it from the chatterheds.
BEAN: I thought that was why you were there
in the first place?
DONNIE: There's nothing that could have been done.
BEAN: They're all a bunch of philistines.
And you wonder why this place is the way it is.
DONNIE: Hey, you got no idea--.
Mr Harold's pillow stack.
And you just sit there and let it happen,
thinking you're somehow blameless.
[knocking]
[footsteps retreating]
BEAN: He's not coming.
[door slams]
♪ [morose music]
MILT: Wrap your mind around a new way of battle.
'Cause your days of waltzing up to a man and overpowering
him with your knuckles are over.
To take down a man of Bascum's stature,
we'll need to be prepared.
Covert.
Deliberate.
He's got a slew of brogues watching his every move,
but before we even think about busting down his door and
taking his currency, there are facets of your mind and body
that need sharpening, and that's why we're here.
You may question my methods, but if you trust the process,
believe me.
You'll taste the fruit.
Weakness.
Everyone's got one.
But the men who can recognize it in themselves learn to
overcome it.
What's your weakness?
DONNIE: Don't have one.
MILT: [scoffs]
Dig deeper.
What's your weakness?
What about that mile wide temper of yours?
We're not gonna have room for one of Donnie's hissy fits
when were in the thick of Bascum's quarters.
These darts won't kill you.
Barely make you bleed.
So there's no reason to exclaim when they hit you.
[squelch]
MILT: Did reacting make you feel better?
[squelch]
MILT: No.
Reacting didn't do a damn thing to ease your pain.
Now when you can sit silent for three in a row, I'll stop.
Too much reaction.
DONNIE: I barely flinched.
[squelch]
MILT: Control your emotions, and it'll all be over.
[squelch]
[♪♪♪]
DONNIE: [grunts]
MILT: Switching to your head, that's good,
because I can give you a little demonstration.
Now when you put a hole into one of his men,
you take the dart and you stab him.
But don't just stab once.
You keep stabbing until you pierce that artery and he lies
dead in your arms.
DONNIE: Argh!
MILT: Don't worry.
You'll be fine.
But if I'd line those with the venom of a strawberry poison
frog, you wouldn't be.
DONNIE: What the fuck is wrong with you?
MILT: [chuckles] Wrong with me?
We're trying to take down a militia and you can't absorb
a few pinpricks without turning into a circus chimp.
If you give a damn about your mother,
you will give me what I ask for.
[fly buzzing]
MILT: Your turn.
[footsteps approaching]
[rattling approaching]
[door opens]
[engine idling]
[♪♪♪]
[footsteps]
[distant whimpering]
[footsteps]
♪ [operatic music]
BASCUM: Welcome.
♪ [operatic music]
[distant moaning]
MAN: [sighs]
♪ [operatic music]
DONNIE: These look real promising, Mr Harold.
Stronger than most men's toes.
HAROLD: I have no interest in becoming a machine.
DONNIE: Hey Mr Harold, if there was anything I could
have done different--.
MAN: And the sorrowful state [indistinct] illustrated in
the advertisements on the back of your soup cans.
But why lust for what we fail to earn when the hands of our
distance enemies threaten what little we do possess?
[breaks screech]
MAN: Why yearn for more when our current residence are but
a bumbling button push from complete eradication.
I ask you this day to remember a time, a childhood time,
when most of us enjoyed a happy home not-- [indistinct]
[radio fades]
MILT: Hello?
[squelching]
MILT: Perfect timing.
I just prepared some mixed meats.
RHODA: I've no appetite.
MILT: Did you... dine...with him?
RHODA: Why do you pursue needless exposition?
MILT: My imagination torments me.
RHODA: Some of us don't have the luxury of simply imagining.
I'll confirm the location of his currency tomorrow.
The layout is simpler than I thought.
MILT: Rhoda, I can't imagine the turmoil your mind and body
are enduring right now.
RHODA: I can perform as long as is necessary.
[clink]
[chickens clucking]
DONNIE: Alright, I gotta split.
BRENTON: Hey, you know, maybe I could come along with you.
I gotta get some wood supplies from--.
DONNIE: No, I'm fine.
BRENTON: Oh, what direction you headed?
Maybe I could just come--.
DONNIE: You don't need to concern yourself.
Just pay attention to those eggs, Brenton.
BRENTON: If you can't tell your friend and colleague what
you've been up to, you ever consider
maybe you shouldn't be doing it?
[chickens cluck]
[chirping]
MILT: I got something to show you.
[chirping]
MILT: All females, except one.
You get yourself a few males together,
you have yourself a war.
Now those [indistinct] bastards down near the Equator
used to roast these poor creatures alive
to extract the venom.
But all you really gotta do is prick your tip
right behind--...
DONNIE: Who's that?
[chirping]
MILT: Woman leading us to Bascum.
[chirping]
♪ [operatic music]
BASCUM: You look ravishing.
RHODA: Thank you, John.
♪ [operatic music]
[rattling]
[engine starts]
♪ [operatic music]
BASCUM: Warren, it's not polite to stare.
Face forward, please.
♪ [operatic music intensifies]
[silence]
[door opens]
[rustling]
MILT: Hand me that beaker.
Go on, take a swig.
We're gonna be here a while.
[♪♪♪]
BASCUM: [groaning]
Can you help me, dear?
[♪♪♪]
BASCUM: [groans]
Such a joy to have your company again.
RHODA: Likewise.
BASCUM: I never imagined we'd become [indistinct]
RHODA: Does it bother you?
BASCUM: Heavens no.
[fabric tears]
RHODA: Oh my.
BASCUM: Is everything alright?
RHODA: I seem to have torn my dress on your brace buckle.
BASCUM: Oh.
You must be compensated.
[groans]
[braces rattle]
BASCUM: Ah.
Take that to the Tender Exchange after you depart.
I insist.
RHODA: That's very generous of you.
BASCUM: It's my pleasure.
MILT: We have pretty strong confirmation what to expect
down this corridor.
Might see some resistance here, possibly here.
But then it's a straight shot to the room.
You take this, I'll split off down the other passage.
If all goes well, we'll arrive seconds apart.
The lumpy tyrant will be positioned on the bed,
and here is where we suspect he keeps his currency,
and damn it Donnie, every ounce of legal tender in there
is going to be yours.
For Bab.
DONNIE: What's in it for you?
MILT: [laughing]
Hell.
All of it.
Knocking down his door.
Firing the dart straight into his potato belly.
Watching his crooked body seize up like a manikin,
alive only in his mind, so all he can do is look at me
knowing exactly why he's laying there,
choking on his own saliva.
[♪♪♪]
MILT: There's gonna be plenty in it for me.
BASCUM: [groans]
Do you remember this?
RHODA: It was Opal's.
BASCUM: Yes.
I want you to have it.
RHODA: You know I can't play it.
BASCUM: You don't need to play it.
But I'd like to see you hold it.
I know I wasn't always wholesome with you
before your maturation.
But I want you to know, my affection for you
has always been sincere.
I treasured this opportunity we've been granted.
[knocking]
BASCUM: Why on earth!?
[rattling]
MAN: Warren escaped.
[♪♪♪]
[footsteps approaching]
DONNIE: Hey, hey hey, someone's coming.
MILT: Grab the darts.
DONNIE: He's coming right at us.
MILT: There's no way he can see us.
[distant shouting]
[footsteps quicken]
MILT: You keep these with you.
Be mindful of the tip.
[♪♪♪]
♪ [tense music]
BASCUM: [moaning]
♪ [tense music]
[silence]
MILT: Leather-faced fella's back.
Two full cycles through the rotation?
DONNIE: Yep.
MILT: They're regimented, that's for sure.
Bodes well for us.
This preparation is vital.
Paramount.
But it's not everything.
You always got to be on guard for the unknown.
When I was younger than your sister,
I spent a sultry summer on a wetland gulf.
Every day I'd head out onto the banks to track toads.
That time of year, they'd trounce themselves in the mud
to beat the heat.
Well one day, I'm making my way to the centre of the gully
when I see an oversized Creole man dipping his own honey.
Everything in me knew that if I was detected,
he'd mince me alive.
The men of that culture were territorial with their
breeding grounds.
So I had two choices.
I could either sink into the mud,
unsure if I'd ever make it out,
or I could risk letting that inflamed porpoise of a man
have his way with me.
Needless to say-- Argh!
[rustling]
MAN: [whimpering]
DONNIE: Get the fuck out of here.
MAN: [growls]
DONNIE: [gasping]
You okay?
You answer me.
DONNIE: He ain't normal.
MILT: He's one of them.
And they're what stand in between us and Bascum.
So I suggested you bury whatever the hell that was
deep inside or else you're going to fuck this up
for all of us.
Including your mother.
Now let's get the hell out of here.
♪ [somber music]
[footsteps]
MAN: Pst.
Why not be a man who dreams for himself?
[laughing]
It's you.
Come closer.
[♪♪♪]
MAN: Let's get you calmed down.
[distant shouting]
[whistling]
♪ [tense music]
MAN: Come out, come out, come out.
[♪♪♪]
MAN: Argh!
♪ [tense music]
MAN: Come on, Rico.
Come on, now.
[♪♪♪]
[footsteps]
DONNIE: [grunts]
[gasping]
HAROLD: Damn it, Donnie.
DONNIE: What should I do?
HAROLD: Get him to the bunker.
Go, go.
DONNIE: [grunts]
[loud thud]
[gasping]
[door squeaks]
[electricity buzzing]
HAROLD: Lord, I wish you hadn't done that.
If your mother had any idea what was going on...
I don't want you wasting another night here.
[footsteps]
[door squeaks]
DONNIE: Bean.
Bean, you here?
[alarm sounds]
[smash]
[door slams]
RHODA: Shouldn't we mind the drill?
BASCUM: No need.
It's merely a reminder of what's possible.
If they have nothing to fear, they'll only wallow in
pleasure and perversion.
Ah.
RHODA: What is it?
BASCUM: Warren.
He's never taken kindly to the drills.
I wish he were safely in his quarters.
Hmm.
RHODA: Oh, surely he'll return home soon.
Perhaps for his evening stew.
BASCUM: He has no sense of time.
RHODA: I'm sure in his own way he has a sense of longing
for his father.
BASCUM: Would you do something special for me?
To ease my pain?
RHODA: What would you like?
BASCUM: Would you disrobe to the cadence of the siren?
[distant siren]
BASCUM: Yes.
[distant siren]
[siren blaring]
[siren stops]
BRENTON: 2-3.
Donnie, jeez.
I hope you didn't dodge the drill.
DONNIE: Was someone going to tell me you're here?
BEAN: I've been staying here for days,
you just now noticed?
DONNIE: I brought you a platter.
BEAN: Wouldn't you believe it? They keep food in this house.
You should see if Bab wants it.
DONNIE: Hey, where are you going?
BRENTON: Hey, I'm sorry Don.
But uh, mother and I have discussed it,
and we think it'd be best if Bean stayed with us
for the time being.
DONNIE: That what you want?
BEAN: Sure as hell don't want to be involved with whatever
you're doing.
DONNIE: You'd better not be filling her head with--.
BRENTON: Woah woah woah, look.
I know I shouldn't have been snooping, okay?
But first I see you assaulting a dummy,
and then I see you doing who knows what with some stranger
and Mr Bascum?
I'm not judging you, Donnie, but I don't see how any
of this could be right for Bean.
DONNIE: You got know fucking idea, Brenton.
[thud]
DONNIE: Brenton?
Brenton.
BEAN: What'd you do to him?
DONNIE: Nothing.
BEAN: Come on, Brenton, snap out of it.
WOMAN: [wailing]
No, oh no.
Oh, baby.
BEAN: You can leave now.
DONNIE: Let me help you get him inside.
BEAN: We don't need you here.
Just stay the hell away.
[footsteps]
BRENTON: Argh, okay.
♪ [operatic music]
BASCUM: She was a wider woman, but very limber in her
movements, as the small man [indistinct],
a voice would crescendo with haunting precision.
I only wish I could have shared the majesty of that
moment with you.
MAN: [distant] Mr Bascum!
Mr Bascum!
♪ [operatic music]
BASCUM: Tell me you found him.
MAN: I'm sorry to say we haven't,
but now we've got more pressing matters.
Carol Lanko's gone missing.
Found this on the strip.
I'm putting you on a state of high alert.
BASCUM: I assume it's necessary?
MAN: Until we know more, I'd advise it.
BASCUM: Alright.
As long as Warren is still priority.
RHODA: Would you take me with you?
MAN: I don't think that would be prudent right now.
RHODA: Please.
I've been trapped in this dress for an unbecoming
amount of time.
BASCUM: One would never know it.
You look as fresh as--.
RHODA: To be forthright, I have a special performance planned.
To do it without proper rehearsal would
be irreverent to the piece.
BASCUM: Alright.
Drop her off, first.
I'll send a vehicle back for you at nightfall.
[electricity whirring]
DONNIE: I've been trying to shoo the thoughts away,
but they just keep coming.
I want you out of here.
But I don't know what the fuck I'm doing anymore.
Just wake up an tell me what to do.
Look...
tell me what to do.
Wake up.
Wake up!
Wake! Up!
Mom, wake up!
[distant screaming]
WOMAN: Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it.
[footsteps]
MILT: Argh!
RHODA: What have you done?
MILT: What?
RHODA: You killed one of his men.
MILT: What, no.
RHODA: How did you injure yourself?
MILT: I was attacked, that animal-child of his.
RHODA: Well, one of his men is missing.
Their level of alarm is heightening.
We must move immediately.
MILT: Shouldn't we let things simmer?
Stake it back out in a week or so.
RHODA: He's still comfortable.
Unsuspecting.
If something else goes wrong,
opportunity may be gone forever.
MILT: Doing anything now would be foolish.
Now we need to send you back in
and wait for things to stabilize.
Hell, we haven't even found his currency.
RHODA: It's in his wardrobe.
Just as I suspected.
The key is tethered to his back brace.
There's plenty for the boy's mother.
MILT: All the more reason to not act in haste and
jeopardize losing it.
Just give it a day or so.
RHODA: Stop it and listen!
[indistinct]
MILT: What the hell's wrong with you?
I lose a plum-sized chunk of my shoulder and you expect us
to go prancing in to a death-den full of men
on high alert!
RHODA: I'm sorry.
I'm at my end.
MILT: Alright.
Then we finish it.
Tonight.
♪ [somber music]
[door slams]
[footsteps]
MAN: What depravity must a man have inside him
to do that to a female?
They were just trying to put food on their table.
I know your family has felt the sting of Bascum's evil
more than any.
But I want you to know that I have felt it too.
The woman I love was one of his first victims.
He may not have cut off a limb,
or turned her into an experiment.
But he made his mark.
She was 12 years old.
They were cousins.
So when we heard he had become a man of power,
a symbol of justice, we had no other choice but to act.
In the pursuit of bloodshed, it's always in a man's nature
to question the integrity of his actions.
But when that thought starts to roast inside you,
you come back to this place.
To these women.
And you pluck that doubt right out of your mind.
[pats]
[♪♪♪]
[men groaning and gurgling]
[♪♪♪]
RHODA: ♪ [humming]
BASCUM: Shall I remove the brace?
RHODA: Shh.
BASCUM: Oh.
RHODA: ♪ [humming]
♪ [singing in other language]
[♪♪♪]
[squelching]
[♪♪♪]
[footsteps]
[♪♪♪]
[thud]
[♪♪♪]
[gurgling]
[♪♪♪]
[coins jangling]
[♪♪♪]
[squelch]
[♪♪♪]
BASCUM: [moaning]
RHODA: [singing]
[♪♪♪]
[dart clatters]
MAN: Argh!
RHODA: Ah!
[♪♪♪]
[door rattles]
BASCUM: [indistinct]
What can we do for you?
MILT: Let her go.
BASCUM: Rhoda?
Do you know this man?
RHODA: Ah!
[squelching]
[rustling]
BASCUM: [groans]
Well, what happens now?
[coughs]
♪ [morose music]
DONNIE: Come on, come on.
[♪♪♪]
[clattering]
[♪♪♪]
[rustling]
[♪♪♪]
DONNIE: Where the fuck's the money?
MAN: Bascum was a man of principle,
he wasn't concerned with money.
Here, sell this.
Take it.
Have it all.
[distant footsteps]
RHODA: You really think money would help your mother?
[thud]
WOMAN [echoing]: Tell me it's not true what they're saying about you.
WOMAN [echoing]: It wasn't that long ago, almost everyone would have
told you Bascum is nothing but wicked.
And now all of a sudden he's back?
MAN: You have no idea what harm you've caused.
DONNIE: I don't care what's floating around out there.
As long as she's okay.
MAN: I've got something with a little more kick that can
help you forget all of this.
[♪♪♪]
HAROLD: Don't bother.
Nobody touches the soaps these days.
BRENTON: Oh, but it was such a staple of the care--.
[door squeaks]
BRENTON: What can we do for you?
I'm afraid if you want a room you need to purchase a...
pillow.
MAN: I knew it!
You lying whore!
[woman screaming]
BRENTON: You think I should, um...
Intervene?
HAROLD: What are you gonna do?
MAN: I didn't know!
WOMAN: Ow! MAN: Come on.
WOMAN: Wait, wait, I need my coin purse.
MAN: Forget about your coin purse!
BRENTON: I, uh, I'm sorry, Mr Harold.
I wish I could administer that firm hand of justice, but...
HAROLD: It's not your gift.
BRENTON: Right.
♪ [morose music]
[woman crying]
[♪♪♪]
MAN: Take a detour, find your fix.
Your desire is our command.
WOMAN: There's no need to be bashful,
have you heard of Welded Apprentice?
Only 50 cents per 15 minutes.
BRENTON: Uh, no thank you, ma'am.
[♪♪♪]
[footsteps]
DONNIE: [gasping]
[squealing]
[thud]
[footsteps]
[gasping]
MAN: Hey, hey.
Hey!
You keep 'em cleaner next time I'll get you more.
[rustling]
[♪♪♪]
MAN: When the sea was poisoned,
I remember feeling such a burden as if I was somehow
responsible.
Could I have...
done more?
Could I have stopped it?
There are so few things in this universe that are truly
edifying, things we need to cultivate, to foster.
And I really believe your mind is one of them, Bean.
I've got some unique opportunities I want you
to consider.
Time when we can hone in and...
you know, figure out what makes that crafty noggin tick.
So how about we make a weekly commitment--.
BRENTON: Okay, Bean.
It's time to go.
MAN: See you Monday, Bean.
BRENTON: Your knapsack feels pretty light.
You get your books?
BEAN: I left 'em in my desk.
BRENTON: They won't do you much good there.
BEAN: There's no class tomorrow.
BRENTON: What?
BEAN: Girls don't go on Fridays anymore.
BRENTON: Jeepers.
[electricity buzzing]
BRENTON: I was reading through the Atlas,
saw there's a whole section of terrain north of the basin.
I was thinking maybe we could double up on Sunday chores and--.
Would you give it up already?
If Donnie wanted to be here, he'd be here.
[coughing]
[fly buzzing]
[bird cawing]
[slow footsteps]
[rustling]
[screaming]
WOMAN: ♪ Can't buy a billabong, under the shade ♪
♪ of a coolibah tree,
♪ and he watched and he sang and he waited 'til he--. ♪
MAN: Hey, stop, alright?
Stop it right now.
WOMAN: ♪ Billabong you'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me. ♪
NURSE: Let's go!
WOMAN: ♪ --waltzing Matilda-- ♪ argh!
Help me. It hurts.
NURSE: I've heard that from you before.
[footsteps approach]
WOMAN: Nothing new to report, Brenton.
A few days ago I thought I thought I saw a twitch
in her knuckle, but my guess is it was involuntary.
BRENTON: Well, it can't be a bad thing, right?
WOMAN: I couldn't say either way.
We haven't had too much one-on-one time lately.
BRENTON: Are we sure this apparatus is still doing
as good as it's supposed to?
WOMAN: Brenton, our medical personal is lean as a duck breast.
Now's not the time for anyone to get experimental.
[footsteps retreating]
BRENTON: Hey, come on.
I know you're in there, alright?
[knocking]
BRENTON: Wake up.
I could really use you right now.
[steady breathing]
DONNIE: [heavy breathing]
[rodent squealing]
[♪♪♪]
[bird cawing]
[♪♪♪]
[birds cawing]
[rustling]
DONNIE: Argh!
[coughs]
♪ [solemn music]
[labored breathing]
[footsteps]
DONNIE: Leave!
MAN: What?
DONNIE: Leave!
MAN: I'm here for some skins.
DONNIE: Leave!
[heavy breathing]
[rodent squealing]
[fire crackling]
[door squeaking]
[♪♪♪]
[squeaking]
♪ [emotional music]
[static buzzing]
[static wavers]
MAN: -- please advance-- immediately --
please report --.
[static wavers]
[dishes clatter]
MAN: Here for more piggy tips.
SHERI: I've been more than fair lending out pork to y'all.
[clattering]
MAN: I want more piggy tips!
SHERI: Well I can't give away all my meat.
And besides, it's chained up.
Ugh.
MAN: Get as much as you can carry!
You know I cherish your piggy tips.
They're tender and tasty.
They got just the right amount of moisture.
Argh!
♪ [classical music]
DONNIE: Get the fuck out of here.
[clattering]
DONNIE: Take him with you!
♪ [classical music]
SHERI: Damn it, Donnie, do you have any realization
[indistinct]
We didn't know if you were living.
[indistinct]
We prayed and we prayed.
What'd your momma say?
Oh, look at you.
You're nothing but a sack of flesh and bones.
We need to get some meat in you.
Let's get some meat in you.
DONNIE: You mind sacking up a couple platters?
SHERI: One for you and...
DONNIE: And one for the folks at the centre.
I should get there before closing time.
SHERI: Say no more.
[♪♪♪]
[shouting outside]
[♪♪♪]
MAN: I'll be gentle.
[♪♪♪]
SHERI: It's awful what happened to this place.
DONNIE: Maybe it's time to make it better.
SHERI: Go on.
I'll close up and bring a whole sack of meat
for everybody.
DONNIE: Don't close up for me.
SHERI: That's enough of that.
It's time to celebrate.
[explosion]
SHERI: No.
DONNIE: What the hell are you doing, let's go.
SHERI: If it's coming I ought to be here to face it.
Shoo!
Shoo, you, go on.
Shoo.
[footsteps]
[siren sounding]
SHERI: I'm staying with my meats.
[♪♪♪]
[explosion]
[siren sounding]
[explosion]
[electricity humming]
DONNIE: I'm sorry.
BEAN: Are you gonna go check on her?
[footsteps]
♪ [apocalyptic music]
[♪♪♪]
DONNIE: [grunting]
[♪♪♪]