Where the Devil Hides

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For blessed are the dead who die

unto the Lord, for my enemies...

The Devil has been invited

into New Bethlehem

under our watch.

The signs of the Drommelkind

are clear to all with open eyes.

Six girls born on the sixth day

of the sixth month.

Their 18th birthdays approach.

One will emerge.

Get another cloth!

It's another girl.

The prophecy.

Push!

Push! Push! Push!

I need scissors! Thank you.

Bear down!

Push!

Almost here. Push.

It's a girl.

Oh, please, Elders, don't.

Midnight approaches. The

rapture is at stake.

Number five.

It's a girl.

Step aside.

Please let it be a boy.

Elder Beacon.

These births are an abomination.

I will not let you do this.

Six girls.

These births are a miracle, Elder.

He is here. I can feel his presence.

The prophecy is being fulfilled.

Step aside, Jacob.

You are not killing these babies.

Are you insane?!

Go to sleep, go to sleep

Go to sleep, little Rose

Go to sleep...

I'm so sorry, sweet Rose.

But I can't let this

prophecy come to light.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

Go to sleep.

Oh, my God. Catherine, what have you done?

This is the only remedy.

Hey, what are we doing about our birthday?

- Oh, I don't know.

- Something fun.

What about a pony ride and a banquet lunch

like when we were children?

- What?

- What's so funny about that?

Pony rides and a banquet lunch?

We're turning 18, Sarah, not eight.

All right, we're just

throwing around ideas.

Yeah, let's just have another

horribly boring birthday.

Wait, wait, I got it.

How about a moonlit dinner

with long tables and candles...

And you seated between

Warren Adler and Lucas Finch.

Come in. The water feels great.

What the hell are you doing?

Going for a swim.

You're such an a**hole.

Get out!

Come on, we have to leave!

Abby.

Abigail, come on!

Abby. Abby.

Abby, come here.

Abby, come here, put this on.

Mary!

What happened?

Mary...

Come on, you can do it.

Oh, God. Come on. Come on, Mary.

Come on.

She's going to be okay.

She's going to be okay.

She's going to be okay.

Oh, come on, Mary.

Yeah, get it all out.

You're gonna be okay.

You just swallowed a little bit of water.

Thanks.

Abby.

We need to go. Now.

We should've never come here.

We can't tell anyone about the boys.

Elder Beacon will shun us.

I said we shouldn't go to the lake.

Really, Sarah, they were just boys.

They were town boys and naked.

- No one needs to know.

- But we can't lie.

Don't they talk about us enough as it is?

You're sure you're all right, Mary?

Yes, I'm fine.

Good night, then.

Well, bye.

Your fits always scare me.

I gotta get home.

I have chores to do.

Elder Stone on patrol.

Are you sure about supper?

Well, then I suppose

we'll just have to talk

about your first kiss tomorrow.

What?

What are you talking about?

What first kiss?

Father?

Father?

No! No!

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

No! No!

No, please!

No! No!

No! No!

Mary, where have you been?

I'm sorry, I had another

one of my episodes.

Have some water. Come sit down.

Are you all right?

How bad was it this time?

Medium.

They're getting worse.

They're not getting worse.

She hasn't had one for years,

and then she had one three days

ago and another one today?

- Where were you?

- The lake.

The near side or the far?

I'm not quite sure what

the difference makes.

Mary, watch your tone.

I'm sorry, Rebekah.

The far.

Have you nothing to say to this

that she insists on defying rules?

I hardly think a swim

is tantamount to treason.

- Mary, Mary...

- Thomas, be quiet.

- It was your idea to go off...

- Thomas, shut your mouth.

- Mary!

- He's the one being impolite.

Jacob, please.

Don't talk to your brother like that.

You wipe that smile off your face.

I'm not hungry.

You are not excused from the table.

Rebekah. I'll deal with this.

I wish you would.

She and those girls run around

with no repercussions.

They're best friends.

Try not to get so worked up like that.

Especially so soon after...

You always take her side.

You didn't let me finish.

She hates me.

Rebekah does not hate you. She doesn't.

I'm trying to be a good daughter.

She treats me differently.

I miss Mother.

I know.

She died, and I never got to know her.

There are some things

over which we just have no control.

But I do know that she'd

be very proud of you.

You are just like her, you know that?

Headstrong.

But lovely.

Try to get some sleep.

Okay.

Martha?

Like so, providing a clean edge.

Put the labels on straight, Louisa.

- A word, Rebekah.

- Yes, Elder Beacon.

It seems Hannah Smith has gone missing.

She did not return home last night.

Can someone tell me why it is

we live here in New Bethlehem,

why we live as we do

while all others embrace the path of ease?

To remain in the light.

This is so, Mary Brown,

for New Bethlehem is a beacon of light

in a dark world.

And for this, we are glad and give thanks.

Abigail Beecher,

what is it that Satan craves most of all?

You know it, child.

I can read it in your face.

The fiend craves young flesh.

And he is more cunning

than you will ever foresee.

He tempts our young women

to the outside as he has with Hannah Smith.

I say this not to frighten you,

but to help you.

Do you understand?

Yes, Elder Beacon.

That is good.

Elder Beacon, if I may speak.

With all respect,

I do not believe Hannah would have fled.

We were with her until dusk,

and she would've spoken to one of us.

Yes, you were with her.

At the far side of the lake.

There are reasons for our boundaries.

Work quietly.

It doesn't make sense.

We watched her go home.

Maybe she went to go see the boys.

No.

She could have. She's done it before.

- We have to look for her.

- But we can't.

Sarah, this isn't the time for rules.

We have to do it ourselves.

Tonight.

Father, may I please go to

Ruth's house after I've cleared?

At this hour?

We're all really worried about Hannah.

We'd just like to be together. Please?

All right. Not too late.

Thank you.

Plate.

Not that way.

How else do you expect to go to town?

We're not going to town.

Where are we going?

You just have to trust me. Come on.

Your daughters' 18th birthdays

will arrive in just days.

We all know the dangers

that could befall us.

The signs of the Drommelkind

are clear to all with open eyes.

Six girls born on the sixth day

of the sixth month.

Yet you, Jacob Brown,

declared it a miracle.

Even now, with this disappearance,

you think it a coincidence?

These are normal girls,

and they've lived their whole lives

with the whispers of something

they know naught of.

As we speak, they are together

at Ruth's house worried sick.

Ruth spoke of the girls

convening at Abigail's.

You see?

They break covenant at every turn.

You are losing your tether on them.

Your own flesh deceives you,

and yet you doubt

the Prince of Lies could do the same.

Dear Elders,

is there a remedy we may speak of?

You are all aware of the remedy.

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