By blood we are broken.
By blood we are born.
Let flame devour the weak…
…for only the strong shall remain.
Granter of Wishes, grant me my wish.
Please let me stay.
-Mae?
We all need to heal our wounds,
and to do that we need a safe space.
Fernwell is one of those safe spaces.
It's a beautiful property in Vermont.
There are hiking trails.
Uh, they have an equestrian program.
And they specialize in working with people like you.
I spoke to the director
and they're offering you a full scholarship.
I'll be driving you there on Monday.
I understand that change can feel upsetting at first,
but I like to look at change as an opportunity.
Mae, this is a wonderful chance for you to move forward.
Can I come back?
Uh, you can come back to visit sometime.
No. Can I move back here after Fernwell, with you?
Well, the point of Fernwell is that you won't--
you won't need me anymore.
Sounds good to me.
Oh.
Good, uh-- That's, um…
That's great.
But can I still go to the dance?
I was nominated for the Harvest Court.
It is my last weekend here.
Sure. Sure, Mae.
-All right, Dani!
-Whoo! -Hi!
-Dani was awesome. -Dad, you were rocking out.
The Harvest Dance is tomorrow. You excited, Jules?
Actually, yeah.
The Yearbook Committee asked me to be official photographer.
-That's great! I'm so proud of you, Ju-Ju.
You girls should've seen your mom as Harvest Queen.
-No one could take their eyes off her. -You were the Queen?
Dad and I danced until they kicked us out.
-Mm-hmm.
This year could be your turn, Helen.
Me and Helen are on the Harvest Court together.
That's right.
Whatever, it's a popularity contest anyway.
Hi!
-There's our star! -Hey!
Sorry, this foundation was impossible to get off.
-Dani-Bear, you were amazing. Yes. -Thanks, Dad.
-You were great. -Thanks, Mom.
Okay, let's get in for a group photo, okay?
Everybody squeeze in. See if Mom can work her phone…
-No, I did not do that correctly. -That's not right.
Okay, if you go in a little bit and squeeze…
I'll take it.
-You don't mind? -Mm-mmm.
Oh.
Say cheese!
Cheese!
Cheese.
-Awesome. -Thanks, Mae!
Anything for you, Suzanne.
-Let's get out of here. -I like your flowers.
Okay, who wants sundaes at Clumpies?
-Me! -Oh, yeah.
Vanished?
That's what his mom said.
Wait, you talked to the priest's mother?
This entire case hinges on Father Dressler's testimony.
-He's not returning my calls. -So you called his mom.
Nice lady. Lives in Texas.
Thing is, she says she hasn't seen James since before the fire,
feared he'd OD'ed long ago.
But he told me his mom took pictures at his ordination.
He lied to me. Why?
Michaels, where is that report?
Look, whatever's going on, you better figure this Dodd case out soon.
Captain's complained about budgets,
says she'll close down any stalled cases next week.
-Over-medium. Nothing runny. -Thank you.
-Uh, scrambled, Ju-Ju? -Uh, sure. Thanks.
"Jerry Social Worker"? You want me to take over?
No, I'll call him back later. Hey, any word on the fire investigation?
Not yet. Insurance is still waiting on the police report.
-I'm gonna go work on those leaves. -Okay.
Oh, hey, girls, um...
I-I want you to know that I got Mae into a facility in Vermont
that treats kids from challenging backgrounds.
She's moving there on Monday.
So I need your cooperation for a couple more days until she goes.
And then everything will be back to normal.
Whatever gets her out of here.
-Agreed. -Thank you.
What's with the dress?
Oh, that's my Harvest dress. I had it cleaned.
I thought maybe you could wear it tonight for-- for good luck.
I found something online, actually.
Oh. Uh, Jules?
-Isaac helped me pick something out. -I think the dress is beautiful.
Thanks, Mae.
Well, let me know if you change your mind about the dress, Helen.
Helen, visitor.
Mae, would you like some scrambled eggs?
Uh, yes, please.
Morning.
-Hey. -Hey.
You haven't answered my texts and Harvest is tonight.
I gave you space or whatever, but…
I need to know what's going on with us.
I'm sorry, Teddy.
I've been thinking about a lot lately…
about OSU, pre-med, kind of everything.
Wait, are-- are you breaking up with me?
Who are you gonna dance with when you win Harvest?
I might not win.
And I don't really care.
I thought you wanted to be Harvest Queen.
I'm trying to figure out what I want right now.
And it's unfair to ask you to wait around till I do.
Thank you.
So, good news,
I got us two breakfast crepes before they ran out.
Bad news is Wilkins is tailing me again.
Can I borrow your car?
-Do you want me to alter it for you?
No, no, I'm not-- I'm not going to wear it.
What's wrong?
-Nothing, I'm fine. -It's okay to be upset, Helen.
Are you upset? What's going on?
Things just didn't feel right with Teddy, so I-- I ended it.
Oh, sweetheart.
It needed to happen.
Still, I know that must have been hard.
It's not easy to make those tough decisions.
I'm really proud of you for doing what felt right for you.
-There's something else, about OSU-- -I know you applied early action.
If you want to talk about other schools, you don't have to go where Dad and I went.
I was offered a paid internship to code in the fall and I want to take it.
That's exciting. I mean, w-why didn't you say something earlier?
I didn't want to say anything until I knew for sure
and I was worried you and Dad would say no.
I know how bad you wanted me to go to OSU.
I just-- I want you to be happy.
And if this is what you really want to do, then I'll talk to Dad about it.
I just wish you'd felt comfortable talking to me about it sooner.
Well, you haven't exactly been around lately.
I hear you.
I'm really sorry for the disruption that Mae's presence has caused.
Hey, I'm here for you.
Thanks, Mom.
Chateau Circle.
The complex has 36 units. The model apartment's in there.
They're all pretty much the same, but a few could use a fresh coat of paint.
All right.
You sure you want to do this?
You're overqualified to manage an apartment complex.
I'm just looking for something until I figure out what's next, so…
Okay. There you go.
Thank you, Cheryl.
Okay.
Did I get that right, medium roast with half-and-half?
You did. Thank you.
This is my youngest, Dani. Dani, this is Alex.
Hi, Dani.
-Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.
I hate to bother you at home,
but I'm under pressure to shut down Mae's case,
which means it'll likely go cold.
We still have a few days and I'm working another angle.
I think I have an eyewitness. We can still get these guys.
Maybe it's for the best. Mae goes to a facility on Monday.
You know, I'm glad to have the time to refocus on my family.
I get it.
So, um, what's the new angle?
While searching for cases that may have involved Enoch,
I came across a cold case
which fell on the dates of the meteor shower Mae mentioned.
There was this fire in a squat house near the Amon County line.
-A fire? -One survivor.
It's a Hail Mary, but I'm trying to get the survivor
-to connect the fire to Sheriff Wilkins. -H-Hold on. When was-- when was the fire?
Um, November 17th. Nine years ago.
That's the night of the full moon.
I had asked Mae
if she remembered anything more from when Enoch left.
She mentioned the full moon.
Since that narrowed down the date
for Enoch possibly going into the hospital,
I-I pulled some files at work.
Okay, here it is. November 17th. Patient's name was James Dressler.
That's my eyewitness. He's a priest now.
He had first degree burns on his legs. Sutures for temporal contusion.
He had stitches for a head wound.
This priest could be Enoch. He lied to me,
now he won't return my calls. He doesn't trust cops.
You've got to come with me.
I can't. Besides, we don't know
-that he would talk to me either. -Mae did.
Listen, if you can get him to talk, he can implicate Wilkins.
If we have a case on Wilkins, we can leverage him into giving up Malachi.
Which would save Mae the trauma of testifying against her family.
Put your backs into it. Step and repeats do not move themselves.
Hello!
Ugh, could there be a more basic flower than red carnations?
Don't mock the Ohio state flower.
All I'm saying is I better win this class president election
so I can demand fair-trade blooms.
I can't believe our favorite cottagecore narcissist made Harvest Court.
I mean, she's a sophomore.
If she wins, she'll be the first underclassman to win since the '80s.
Oh, I'm not worried. Helen's got this in the bag.
Hello?
-Whoa.
-Sorry. -I thought you were out.
-Sorry. I texted I was on my way back.
Did you find a new house to restore?
-Uh, no. I-- I got a job. -Oh.
I'm going to be managing an apartment complex for Cheryl.
It'll tide me over till I get back on my feet while Windemere settles up.
And then,
I've been thinking about it and, uh, I'm gonna get back to contracting.
I loved building Windemere, but the rest of it, it's just not for me.
Well, that-- that sounds great.
I-- I support whatever you want to do, sweetheart.
Thank you.
Uh, Detective Lopez found a survivor who escaped from Mae's cult.
He wants me to go with him to talk to the man today.
What about taking Helen and Jules to the dance?
Dani and I, w-we got the father-daughter self-defense class.
Detective Lopez doesn't think it can wait.
If we can convince this guy to testify, we can convict Mae's father
without putting her through the trauma of a trial.
I get it. I just can't wait for this to be done.
I know. Me too.
I'll be back in time to pick up the girls from the dance and take them to Clumpies.
-Sounds good.
-Love you. -Love you.
-See you.
Peter Mathis.
Now?
-Ow. -Okay, it's either this
or firm-hold hair spray. Your call.
Okay. Yes.
-Wow. -Beautiful.
-It looks so good.
I knew you needed an intervention when I saw you dusting off Mom's crimper.
-Thanks.
Oh, that's Tatiana and the STEM crew.
Um, no, it's not.
-Oh, my God, that's so embarrassing.
Did he not get the memo? I broke up with him.
He's here for me.
Is that my mom's dress?
Mm-hmm.
Hi. Uh, I-I was called to come down and talk to Detective Beechum.
Mr. Mathis.
-Yeah. What's this about? -A few things to discuss with you.
Will you follow me, please? She can stay here.
Hey. Um, this'll just be a second.
-All right? -Okay.
-You good? -Yeah.
-Okay. I'll be back soon. -Bye.
Hey, Harrison, am I gonna get that warrant or not?
Hello, Father?
Hi. What brings you to the Lord's house?
I'm looking for someone whom I believe can help a young woman I'm working with.
I think you might know who I'm looking for.
Enoch Walsh?
I, um, I'm not familiar. Excuse me.
Enoch. Enoch, wait.
Hey, Enoch.
We need to talk.
Cheryl Thurmond was price gouging you.
She was trying to get a deal.
Did you burn Windemere down so you wouldn't take a loss?
What? No, I… …I told you. This was probably a Halloween prank.
Some-- Some kids snuck into the house to-- to smoke or--
Tell me about your relationship with Patti Myers,
former loan supervisor at Haverford County Bank and Trust.
We went to high school together.
We weren't close or, you know, anything like that.
So why'd she give you an extension when it wasn't standard procedure?
I didn't know that. I-- I guess she was being nice.
-She was being nice? -I-I don't know. I--
Look, I… …I was nice to her in high school.
She had a back brace.
I think she kind of had a crush on me or--
So that's why she gave you an unauthorized extension?
Unauthori--
Wait a second. Did she get fired because of this?
You tell me, Peter.
-What did you get mixed up in? -I didn't get mixed up in anything.
I don't think I should talk to you without a lawyer. Call Jeff Fisk.
That guy owes me a favor.
So, how did you get out of Amontown?
I broke the chain.
So Brother Wilkins tried to get rid of me.
Is that how you ended up in the fire?
I was a Lightbearer,
an instrument of the cult's petty vengeance.
We set fires from fuel rendered from our pigs.
They call it a ritual. "Serving our Lord."
But really, it was crime dressed in the mantle of faith.
I was in the inner circle, so I saw the hypocrisy of it all.
Did you hear Malachi give the order to burn down the squat house?
Nothing happens unless it is Malachi's will.
But it was Brother Wilkins who took me to the squat house.
He made me mark the door in blood with the Digdin sigil.
Three lines that form a sort of, uh, triangle.
So they marked the house as a target.
I was supposed to burn it down as a warning
for Michael Calvo growing drugs on our land.
But when I got to the squat house, I saw there were people inside,
addicts passed out.
I went back to Brother Wilkins and told him I couldn't do it.
That must have been confusing,
being told by an authority figure to do something that you felt was wrong.
It was.
He struck me over the head and dragged me inside.
I passed out after that.
We understand how painful this must be for you.
Uh, can I ask, how-- how did you become James Dressler?
Another one. Okay.
Really? Okay.
Is my tie straight?
Oh.
-Suit looks sharp. -Thank you.
It's thrifted. My tailor is an assassin.
-Who'd he end up bringing? -I don't know. Some random junior.
Hey, look who it is!
-Yo! -Looking good, Teddy!
Mae!
Yeah, Teddy!
Teddy rebounded so fast, he needs a neck brace for that whiplash.
-You look great! -Looking fine!
-Oh, my God! -Did she mean to do that?
-Can you see it?
It's her. It's her. She's the chosen one. It's her.
It's her. She's the chosen one.
She's the chosen one.
It's her.
You're super strong, Mae!
-We love you, Mae. -You're my hero!
-We love you! -Mae!
Voting is live, folks.
Don't forget to fill out those ballots and vote for your Harvest Queen!
What were you saying about Helen having this in the bag?
The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital
with a severe concussion and burns all over my body.
Wilkins must have set fire to the house himself and left me for dead.
So, Wilkins burned down the squat house.
When I woke up in the hospital, they were calling me James.
I must have ended up near his wallet
and I guess we look similar enough with the swelling and the burns.
They assumed I was him.
It was a miracle.
The real God, kind and benevolent, gave me a chance, and I took it.
I devoted the rest of my life to spreading his word.
Plus, Satanic cultists would never come looking for you in a church.
How did you know to look for me?
Mae Dodd has been staying with me.
I-I'm trying to help her. They cut a pentagram into her back.
If Malachi has marked his own daughter with Lucifer's wings,
Sliocht an Diabhail must be in trouble.
They only do that in times of great crisis.
Mae said that she had been chosen
to be a "Wife of the First Prophet," like Mary Dodd.
Is that one of the nuns? The-- The women in purple?
No, those women are "Conventuals."
They are unmarried women who tend to the needs of--
The needs of the community.
Then what does becoming a "Wife of the First Prophet" mean?
When Mary Dodd refused her brother-in-law's hand,
Caleb hid his jealous revenge by carving a pentagram into her back,
and burning her alive.
She commuted her life in service of Sliocht an Diabhail.
-Wait. They burned Mary alive? -Caleb covered his murder
by saying that Mary wanted to be sacrificed to save the congregation,
that she was willing.
The cult took the story of Mary and turned it into something to control people.
So, they-- they marked Mae to kill her?
They want to sacrifice her to grant their wishes.
Holy shit.
They align their rituals with the full moon, which…
-That's tonight. -Where's Mae now?
She's at the Harvest Dance. Can you send someone?
I'm gonna have to get a sworn statement and take it to my captain.
I'm going. I'll call you when I find her.
Hey! Okay!
Oh, yeah!
Are you getting cool shots?
I'm sure the pictures will turn out awesome.
-You're such a good photographer. -Just stop.
-What? -Trying to be nice to me.
I know you don't actually care about being my friend.
-Jules, I do care. -Friends have each other's backs.
I shared my clothes with you, my room, my mom.
I got people to like you.
Those followers you have are because I gave Sebastian my portrait.
For you.
-Yeah, then you stole him. -I didn't mean to.
And the moment I realized it, I gave him up.
You twist everything. You make everything weird.
Even the college guy I met turns out to be your psycho brother.
-I protected you. -You protected you.
You make everything about yourself. Whether you mean to or not, I don't know.
But…
this isn't the kind of friendship I want.
I wish I knew how to be a friend to you.
I used to wish that too.
You don't know how good you have it.
Excuse me?
You take all this for granted.
Your life, your friends, your family.
You don't realize how lucky you are.
Hey, it's Jules. Leave a message, but remember, privacy is an illusion.
Jules, find Mae and Helen. Stay there. I'm on my way.
Give it up for this year's Harvest Court!
In just moments, we will tally up the vote.
Then one of the seniors or this sophomore will be your Harvest Queen!
-Hey. -Hey.
-Do you want to get out of here? -Hundred percent.
-Let's go. -Yeah.
Everyone smile.
-So hot down there. -Yeah.
Did you tell your mom about the internship?
I did. She's cool with it. She's going to talk to my dad.
Sick.
Will you dance with me?
You'll miss the Harvest Queen announcement.
You could win.
Is it winning, though?
And now, the moment we've all been waiting for.
This year's RHS Harvest Queen is…
Who is it? Who is it gonna be?
…Mae Dodd!
Mae!
Yeah, Mae!
Thank you. Thank you so much.
No.
Mae!
-Hey, is the captain in? -Yeah. She's in a mood.
Isn't that the Mathis kid?
Beechum's sweating Peter Mathis on the Windemere fraud.
-Where are they? -Interview room two.
I'm fine. Really. I-I'm just a little shaken up,
but I-I-I'm good.
Bad news about the hit-and-run, but we'll keep looking into it.
Thank you.
-Can someone pick you up? -No, that's not necessary.
I-I-I'll drive.
Well, I passed the Breathalyzer, right?
-Oh, did anyone find my phone? -No.
-Just get yourself home safe, okay? -I will. I will.
You've got nothing. Mathis is not your guy.
Property goes up in flames the day his second buyer lowballs him.
-That's all you got? -Not sure how it worked in Chicago,
but we stay in our lanes around here.
In Chicago, I didn't haul people in for no reason.
Let me guess what kind of accelerant you found at the Windemere scene.
Animal-based.
-How'd you know that? -Because I have a witness.
Escaped from Amontown, which is a Satanic fucking cult,
on record saying they render pig fat into glycerin to make accelerant.
And I found a dozen unsolved cases dating back to the 1920s,
all started with suspected animal-based accelerant.
All happened just outside the Amon County line
to victims who seemed to have run afoul of the cult.
These people settle their fucking scores with fire.
So what's their motive with Windemere? What do they have against Peter Mathis?
Mae is the cult leader's daughter.
The Mathises have been sheltering this girl.
Your case against Mathis is all based on circumstantial bullshit.
Why'd you bring him in?
Watch yourself.
I think these Amon County folks have friends in high places.
-Mr. Mathis. Detective Lopez. -Yeah.
Lead on the Dodd case. I've been helping Suzanne with Mae.
Right, Alex. Look, I had nothing to do with this,
-this whole fire thing was not-- -I know.
You're free to go.
-Really? -I know you didn't do this.
Do you know who did?
Did Mae's people have something to do with this? Or…
Talk to your wife.
And keep an eye on your family, okay?
Okay.
Thanks.
-Mom, what's going on? -Jules! Where's Mae?
She's not here. Mom, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. Did you get my message? Where's Mae?
She won Harvest Queen,
and instead of red carnations, they gave her white roses.
-What? -I looked all over.
-I can't find her anywhere. -Give me your phone. I lost mine.
Lopez, my office now.
They took Mae.
I don't have my phone, but, um, I'm gonna go get her.
-Call your father. Have him pick you up. -No-- Wait, Mom!
I can't just let her go back there, okay? They're going to hurt her.
Call the police! Or wait for Dad!
I can't just leave her there, Jules. She is not safe, okay?
I need to save her.
Mom.
Just call your father. It's gonna be fine, okay?
By blood we are broken.
And by blood we are born.