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but he would never do anything like this.

Well, then, who would?

Are you kidding?

Do you know how many death threats

this woman would receive in a day?

No.

Sure.

No. Right.

Uh, no, I know.

Well, I...

Oh. Yeah. No, I... I do know Mr. Epstein

from the Austin branch, right?

Garth, come on.

Good morning.

Okay.

Uh-huh.

Yup. Right, we'll talk then.

Bye-bye. Mmm-hmm.

So...

I can only get $600,000.

That's what's in our personal account.

What?

Where is the rest of it?

It's in dummy trusts.

It's in dummy what now?

They have to wire it here, the 600 grand,

from New Zealand next week.

Next week?

And I have to sign for it in person.

Hey...

Are you lying?

Gary, calm down.

I'm calm.

He's a big boy.

You didn't plan this very well,

did you, David?

I am in no mood for a jerk-off contest.

Do I need to remind you

who's holding the guns here?

Everybody just needs to settle in...

and try and get along.

Looks like we're gonna be

roommates for a few days.

You don't think

the police are gonna be looking for me?

No, Madalyn, I don't think

anyone's gonna be looking for you.

William Murray Jr.

Mr. Murray, Jack Ferguson,

San Antonio Daily Journal.

I don't give quotes on my mother,

Mr. Ferguson.

- I assume that's what you're after.

- Uh, sort of.

I'm looking into

your family's disappearance.

Roy Collier call you?

Let me give you some advice, Mr. Ferguson.

Don't waste your time.

You don't wanna look like a fool

when they suddenly show up.

Roy seems to think this is different.

Well, I guess it's possible

they finally left the country for good.

They've been putting money

from American Atheists

into offshore accounts for years.

Embezzlement?

My mother prefers to call it

"creative accounting."

Now, if you'll excuse me, Mr. Ferguson...

Uh, one question.

The dogs...

Roy said that they took them everywhere.

Sure, she treats those things

better than her own family.

Well, that's why he's so worried.

They left them behind.

Goodbye, Mr. Ferguson.

Communist guerrillas,

hiding out in the brush.

Skirmishes such as this

have been plaguing the country...

Madalyn, I just don't get this.

I still can't understand why those

children can't say one little prayer.

They can pray all they want to.

- School can't force 'em to.

- Okay, Maddy.

But can't somebody else fight this?

Why does it always have to be you?

Why not me?

This is important.

I'm just so worried about Pup.

His health isn't what it used to be.

Well, he better start a-goddamn prayin',

'cause we're gonna take this all the way

to the Supreme Court if we have to.

Your mother's a whore!

Get the hell off of me!

Oh, Billy.

Go to hell, commies!

No one wants you.

- You go to hell!

- Go, go, go!

Madalyn!

Come on.

Why didn't you tell me?

The kids at school?

- Mmm.

- I can handle it.

- Oh, you think so?

- Yeah, they ambushed me.

Still got a few good elbows

in there, though.

What about the teachers?

They're ignoring me.

They won't call on me anymore.

I don't know, Billy Boy.

Maybe we oughta drop this.

I don't wanna have to worry about you.

Your name is on this lawsuit.

This fight, it's gotta be your choice.

Mom...

we're in this together.

Nonconformists, remember?

Nonconformists.

Sweetie, we pull this off,

we're gonna be goddamn revolutionaries.

David Brinkley's Journal,

usually presented at this time,

will not be seen tonight,

so that we may bring you

the following special program.

Washington, DC, June 17th, 1963.

An 8-1 decision of the US Supreme Court

declared prayer in school

unconstitutional.

The judgment, the results

of a case against

the Baltimore public school system,

stirred protests across the nation.

Today's decision is offensive

to everyone...

who wishes to keep

this a religious nation.

As demonstrators

ascended on the capital,

President Kennedy did his best

to defuse the controversy.

I think that, uh, it is important for us

that we, uh...

support Supreme Court decisions

even when we may not agree with them.

In addition, we have in this case

a very easy remedy.

And that is to pray, ourselves.

The plaintiffs in the case,

self-described atheists Madalyn Murray

and her teenage son Bill,

were unapologetic.

I don't understand

why people are so upset.

This is about religious freedom.

You can still keep the faith, people.

Just keep it to yourselves.

Ooh, this is a good one.

"The next thing you know,

Madalyn Murray will force the country

to eliminate 'one nation under God'

from the Pledge of Allegiance."

It's actually not a bad idea.

We should be clipping coupons,

not articles.

Oh, pfft.

I cannot believe

that the Family Aid Society fired you.

Well, I was a disgrace

to the city of Baltimore. Remember?

Besides, I couldn't get

crap done there, anyway.

Here comes the hate mail.

Mother, it's not all bad.

Thanks, sweetie.

Mmm.

What...

"Here's sh*t in your eye."

Well, they got wit.

I'll give 'em that, at least.

- Here, let me get it.

- No.

It's a good photo.

I'm gonna keep it.

Ah, see.

Now there's someone who appreciates me.

Hmm?

The Lord will provide.

That'll buy us some groceries.

Ooh, good fella.

Get me another one.

Madalyn Murray, the woman

who expelled prayer from schools,

is stirring things up again.

She held a rally

at the University of Baltimore

to promote her new organization,

American Atheists.

I'm not trying

to convert anyone here.

And at no time have I said

that people should be stripped

of their right to believe in God.

But as an atheist,

I believe a good deed should be done

instead of a prayer said,

a hospital built instead of a church.

We want disease conquered,

poverty vanished and war eliminated.

- Another check.

- Ooh.

Mad Madalyn is at it again,

this time filing suit

with the Baltimore public school system

to remove the words "under God"

from the Pledge of Allegiance.

Well, we sure as hell

aren't gonna win this one.

But it's a fight worth having.

Sh*t!

"Page Si..." Page six?

The police haven't even opened

an investigation yet.

And there are plenty of people

who'd just as soon never see

that woman in Texas again.

Well, can I at least have a follow-up?

Right now, I need a story

on the transit board's bus route overhaul.

Thanks, buddy.

This is all they had.

I think you look pretty hot.

Hey, Gary, ever occur to you

that your sole purpose in life might be

to serve as an argument for birth control?

You know what? Just...

Just ignore her.

There you are.

A little overcooked,

just like you like them.

You remembered.

I figured the least we could do

if we're all stuck here together

is be civil.

I wouldn't spit in your ass

if your guts were on fire.

- That civil enough for you?

- Oh, come on.

I'm having a good time.

Who else is having a good time?

- Uh, yeah, sure. I guess.

- Garth.

I mean, he got us video games.

He's right. I brought your medicine,

I got you a change of clothes.

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