( eerie music )

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( alarm beeps )

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( sniffs )

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( sharp breaths )

( knocking )

( door creaking )

I've been calling.

( door creaks, closes )

Standard protocol and resources in play,

but the clock is short.

Hungry?

No thanks.

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Bring the Factor?

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Like I said, the clock is short.

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You know, fish have a memory span of three seconds.

I thought that was a myth.

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When does she expect your report?

Within the hour. She's in transit now.

Do you need more than that?

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No.

That's plenty.

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( haunting futuristic music )

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( eerie music )

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( TV in background )

Man: Be alert for some difficult driving conditions

due to blowing snow and drifting snow

and icy snow-covered roads.

National Weather Services alerts states that visibility

will be impacted for a mile or less at times.

In the southern part of the state,

including Bennington and Windham Counties,

snow is expected to begin developing Monday night

and last through Wednesday.

Those areas are forecast to receive 12 to 18 inches

of snow. The snowfall rate

is one to three inches an hour,

according to the National Weather Service.

April 17, 1983 holds the record for snow

received latest in the year

that is greater than eight inches.

According to the National Weather Service...

( weatherman continues indistinctly )

Lizzie.

What do you think you're doing?

(gasps) Um... (glass shatters)

- You're stealing from me? - Oh, no, no. Um...

Could you just..

could you please, please put the gun down?

Not doing that.

Okay, I'm--I'm leaving. I will leave.

You sure are.

Okay.

Oh. ( laughs nervously )

All right, okay, um, just--

yeah, okay, okay.

I'm just leaving.

Leaving, leaving now.

( haunting music )

( door slams )

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( phone beeps negatively )

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Fuck.

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Jeremiah: You ever heard of the story of the eagle and the bee?

No, I, uh--I haven't.

It's a Russian fable.

The bee was busying himself by a flower

when the eagle flew over to express pity.

He said, for all the work the bee does,

molding the honeycomb and the hive,

his labors would go unrecognized.

Unlike the eagle,

who spread his wings

and soared above for all to see,

the bee would die without distinction.

The bee tried to explain to the eagle

that he was born to work for the common good.

He didn't seek attention.

He said that when he looked at the honeycombs,

he consoled himself with the thought that in them

are a few drops of his own honey,

and that is enough.

Well, I hope I'm not the eagle in the story.

Do you know why I'm here, Bill?

I'm gonna assume it wasn't

to tell me a fable.

Does it have something to do with the body they found in town?

I heard a rumor he was a Mennonite.

Was he from your order?

He was Amos.

My son.

Jesus, Jeremiah.

Sorry. I didn't know.

I used to tell him that story.

I tried to instill in him

that hard work was distinction enough.

Of all his peers,

he was the last to return from Rumspringa.

Esther and I--

we feared that the world had taken him, but then,

like all the others, he came back to the fold,

deliberate,

committed,

ready for covenant.

And we told ourselves

that he had stared sin

squarely in the eyes.

He had seen the pores of the devil,

only to come home inured.

He overdosed on our fentanyl,

the honey we make.

I don't know what to say.

We made a pact, our community.

The product was not for our own taking.

So I continue to ask myself,

was Amos

weak?

Was he unready?

I felt the same way when my son Clay was hurt.

All due respect, Bill, your boy's still alive.

Only by the grace of God.

Esther is mute with grief.

The entire congregation looks to me now,

wondering which way is north.

It's the same place it always was, Jeremiah.

Your people will follow your lead.

Do you know why my son was in Reston?

I was going to ask you the same question.

( haunting music )

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May I ask a favor of you?

Anything.

Jeremiah: Local authorities are holding his body,

but we need to bury him come sundown tomorrow.

Given your connections, I was hoping you could help.

I'll make some phone calls.

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( sighs ) ( door opens )

What the fuck is going on?

Deputy Hulce.

What is this?

Woman: This is a DEA safe house.

I'm Agent Nora Barnes.

You've already met my partner, Luis Castillo.

Luis: Sorry, I couldn't tell you anything

until Agent Barnes arrived.

Kolach?

Is this about Bill Boone?

He's smuggling drugs into the US.

The Mennonites are his supplier, right?

That's some good police work, Deputy,

but we need you to step aside.

I can't.

I have a body in the morgue. I have an open case.

Close it.

We don't want to scare either party away.

They got eyes in your department.

Amos Miller was 19. He was murdered.

If we find evidence of a murder,

we will bring charges,

but for now, we have bigger priorities.

Nora: There's an opioid crisis in this country.

Luis: And we don't want a small-town hunch

jeopardizing our investigation.

I'm not-- I was in the NYPD.

Nora: We know. We pulled your file,

saw what happened there.</