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.

Jesus gonna be here

Oh, He gonna be here soon

Jesus gonna be here

He gonna be here soon

- 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.

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