Get in the car, homegirl!
Yeah, it's
party time, yo!
They're here!
You don't have
to go, Anna.
Not every Amish person
leaves for rumspringa.
Mom.
That's why you never
got to see the ocean
like you always wanted.
Today's my birthday.
I'm-I'm-I'm .
I didn't forget.
It's soil
from the garden,
so you won't forget
where home is.
I couldn't find any sand.
Don't worry, Mom.
I'm going to see the real ocean.
I love you.
And I love you.
Get in, get in.
Put this in--
it's great.
Write to me every day.
Tell me what it's like
out there.
Every single day. I promise.
Whoo! Let's do it.
How fast can you get us
to the train station?
The train station?
We're going
to Philadelphia, Rachel.
Philadelphia?
That's a city-- a big city.
The bigger the better.
Anna.
City kicked in
for some new windows.
Only took them
five months.
Nice not having
that constant reminder.
Heard IAD came by last week
and talked to Scotty.
Yeah, he talk to you
anything about it?
- No.
- You're detectives.
Right?
And you are?
Sarah Gunden.
My sister Anna
disappeared a year ago.
We deal in homicides,
not missing persons.
She wrote to me
every day,
just like she promised,
and then her letters
just stopped.
And what was your sister doing
in Philly?
She came here on rumspringa.
Mine started today.
Rumspringa. That that
Amish-kids-gone-wild thing?
The day we turn ,
all rules stop.
We're allowed to go
into the world,
do English things,
till we decide to go back.
Maybe your sister
liked our ways better.
Anna wouldn't have just disappeared
without telling me.
I just know.
Something happened to her.
Last one's dated
August , .
It's a Kensington postmark.
Ain't exactly the
tea-and-crumpets part of town.
You know who
she was staying with?
A friend.
She didn't use names.
Anna ever have
any broken bones?
Dental work?
Something to identify her?
She's missing a tooth
in the back.
The way our dentist
fixes cavities.
Is there a number
we can reach you?
Verkler's?
It's a farm supply store
down the road from my home.
They'll find me.
How? Smoke signals?
You're not
staying in Philly?
The only reason I care about rumspringa
is to find out
what happened to my sister.
Amish kid in Philadelphia.
A babe in the woods.
Should've stayed
where she belonged.
Talked to IAD.
Guy's a real son of a bitch.
No kidding.
Yeah, and he knew about
the Burrell job,
what went down,
and for the life of me,
I can't figure out
how he found out about that.
I don't know either.
A lot of smoke and mirrors,
these investigations.
Sure about that, boss?
You want to rephrase
that, Scotty?
Is that in my file?
Vigilante dad tried
to k*ll Burrell
based on info you gave him.
You think no one was
going to figure that out?
Are you saying everyone knows?
Your own fault, Scotty.
You screwed up.
No shortage of Jane Does
in the City of
Brotherly Love.
What happens when you got
homicides in a calendar year.
Here's something.
-to- -year-old female,
missing molar.
DOD between August
and September , .
Postmark date of Anna's
last letter fits.
City demolition crew found
her body in the basement
of an abandoned apartment
building in Kensington.
Emerald Street.
Surface abrasions on her heels,
carpet fibers.
Well, she was dragged there.
I'll check real estate files
for owners.
Cause of death's
a five-inch serrated Kn*fe.
Ouch.
No signs of sexual trauma.
No dr*gs or alcohol
in her system.
And no suspects.
Case went cold
almost from day one.
What's an Amish girl doing
in an abandoned apartment
building in Kensington?
Dressed like this.
That don't look
so Amish to me.
Maybe she runs out of money,
turns to the streets?
Gets k*lled by a john?
Roller coaster rumspringa.
We get anything
from those letters she wrote?
Nah, just the typical
teenage angst.
Kid that age-- ain't easy
survivin' a brand-new culture.
And you would know?
My dad--
he came here from Cuba
when he was .
This type of thing
changes a person.
We, uh, Photoshop
her picture
with Amish clothes,
recirculate it,
maybe get lucky.
Well, who's going to Lancaster,
see if the family
can make an ID?
I hear the Amish
don't like outsiders too much.
Not into chasing
some horse and buggies?
Hell, no.
No, don't look at me.
So, who's going?
What the hell
these people do all day?
No TV, phone.
Place is like a Colonial
day reenactment.
Quit gawking.
And they're looking at us
like we're the weirdoes.
May I help you?
Philly PD,
Mrs. Gunden.
We're here about your daughter.
You found Anna?
You brought these outsiders
here?
Where is my sister?
We have a photo
we'd like you to look at.
For identification purposes.
Identification purposes?
A Jane Doe.
A girl without a name?
We think it might be her.
We'd like to ask a few questions
about the day she left.
No.
Ma'am?
Whatever happened
to my daughter...
it was God's will.
It's not our place to interfere.
It's the Amish way.
Well, it's our job to get
to the truth of what happened.
We need your help.
She left with Rachel Wagler,
her best friend.
She lives down the road.
I'd like to see my daughter.
We'll make arrangements
to get her back to you
as soon as possible.
My baby has to come home.
Philly PD.
Is this Rachel
Wagler's home?
Yes.
She's inside.
Thanks.
You can wait here... sir.
Rachel?
I'm Detective Rush.
Philly Homicide.
Homicide?
I don't understand.
I'm here about Anna Gunden.
Her family just
identified her body.
Is there some way
I can help you?
Understand
the two of you
went to the city together.
I barely even remember that.
Must have been some reason
the two of you split up.
I... wanted to come home.
She didn't.
Why?
Mighty quiet around here.
Might want to give me a hand.
Hmm.
You must miss her a lot.
It's a real tragedy.
She's better off
in the afterlife.
I was talking about you.
Not having
your best friend around.
And she never even got
to meet your baby.
Of course I miss her.
So help me find
the person who k*lled her.
I hated it out there.
The cars,
the noise...
And the people--
one minute they're happy,
the next they're mad.
You never knew what was going
to happen next.
Anna didn't mind?
No way.
She loved chaos.
Blasting music.
No rules.
What happened when you went
to the city?
Anna was in heaven.
But for me..
it might as well have been
another planet.
Jakob!
Anna!
Oh!
* Suddenly I see *
Anna.
Amish in the house!
What's up, homegirl?
What's up?
We made it.
Gots any news
from the homestead?
My parents still lame as always?
I haven't seen them since
I called you from Verkler's.
Yeah, no worries.
So, ready to par-tay or what?
Definitely!
What about the beach?
Shh. Relax,
female-lady-girl.
Every damn Amish kid
wanting to see the ocean.
First we gots
a scene to check.
- All right? Come on.
- Okay.
Did you hear that?
A party.
But aren't you scared?
Nothing's the same as home.
No one's telling us
what to do either.
"Keep your voices down, girls."
"Don't be so proud, girls."
It's hard to figure out
who you are
when you're just following
rules.
You promise to stay close?
Yes.
And if you get scared,
just remember:
life is not a dress rehearsal.
I wish I could take it all back.
Say I never cracked a beer,
tried other things.
This Jakob character--
he Anna's connection
to the city?
He left during rumspringa,
decided not to be Amish anymore.
He loved the
English world,
couldn't understand
why anyone would
want to come back.
And you girls were staying
with him?
At his apartment.
Recall where that was?
Frankford Avenue.
In Kensington?
He said that was his "hood."
Why?
You ready to go?
Yeah, let's get outta here.
Had me fooled, homeboy.
??? pegge you for Amish.
Amish?
I said good-bye to those
backward folks forever.
So you're English
to the core now?
Word.
Got me a PlayStation,
channels
of satellite TV
and a fridge
full of s.
Yeah?
That your bait, luring Amish
girls out to their death?
I didn't k*ll Anna.
I was helpi' her out.
She wanted in, I took her to all
the dope places.
This relationship
sexual?
Man, she was Amish!
You think I mess around
with farm-raised tail?
You talk that way
around your mother?
I'm just sayin',
maybe I could've eased her
into the scene gentle.
You know, given her a chance
to accumulate.
Anna...
get herself into trouble
her first night out?
Nah, that was my bad.
Girl had no business
being in that punk's crib,
and I shoulda knew it...
Rachel still
won't wake up.
Word!
One adult beverage,
that whale's beached.
I promised I'd
look out for her.
I don't even know how long
she's been passed out up there.
It ain't your fault
female-lady-girl
slams her booze.
Now, you ready to
party or what?
The hell's Vince
coming over for?
Who's that?
You don't want to know.
He's crazy.
Hope it's cool, uh,
I heard about your party.
Name's Jakob.
Damaged freak.
I'll be back.
Yo!
The hell you doing?
Living.
Girl had some kinda death wish.
I should've looked out for her
better.
Well, what about
that Kn*fe?
Big-ass thing, you know, with
them nasty jags on the side.
Freak always had it on him.
Is that right?
Word on the street is
that he did some time in juvie
for stabbing a kid to death.
This isn't Thing Right Therapy.
Talking.
I gotta put in my hours.
Standard protocol.
Right.
Your daughter?
Yes.
Her name is Jessica.
If you just wanna fill the paper work?
Say I was here?
Okay.
Lilly?
There's a reason it's required
to talk to someone
after a sh**ting.
Sure.
Traumatic event like that, yeah.
Are you having any trouble
sleeping?
Nightmares?
No.
Okay.
See you next week.
Looks like
him right here.
Yeah.
Vince Patrielli?
Who's asking?
Philly PD.
So, Vince...
Want to try it
again, dumbass?
- I didn't do nothing!
- So why you running?
Felt like a workout.
Checked your juvie records.
Ain't nothing
about you knifing a guy.
Bunch o' bull to make you
seem like a badass.
You off Anna Gunden
to prove you were
some kind of man?
She's dead?
Aw, nice touch.
Hustler like you
acting like you give a crap
on the Amish girl.
It ain't like you think it was.
Then clue us in,
'cause the meter's running.
She may have looked Amish,
but she sure didn't act it.
I have a spot
like this, too.
I have six brothers and sisters.
Louder than
tornadoes.
I bet it's even better
up on the roof.
Ain't gettin!up there
in that muumuu.
So fix it.
Make me look
English, not Amish.
My clothes, they're...
Stupid?
Fix them.
With this...
How do you know I won't do more?
Like cut you?
Because you
believe in God.
Yeah, right.
If God exists, he was taking
work off the day I was born.
Your parents don't
live here, do they?
What's your problem?
I just meant you're alone,
aren't you?
Maybe.
So, why do you have a spot
like this?
Guess I just don't
like people much.
Maybe I was waiting for you.
Turn.
I look...
Sick.
You can't tell I'm Amish?
No way.
Well, maybe a little.
We partied together / ,
maybe two, three weeks.
Then she split.
No good-bye, nothing.
That's a nice story, Vince.
Your summer of love.
Those Amish kids--
they always go back, right?
I thought that's what happened.
Where'd this Kn*fe of yours go?
Someone stole it.
Around the time Anna took off.
Didn't seem like
an odd coincidence?
Not till you tell me she's dead.
Can I go now?
Nah. I think I'll hang
onto you for a while.
Valens.
Right.
Pharmacist in Kensington
ID'd Anna's photo.
She came into the store
about a year ago,
but she wasn't the one
sporting the Amish-wear.
She was with a friend?
Yeah, kind of
mousy girl.
Brown hair,
maybe five foot, three.
Sounds like Rachel Wagler.
Mm.
Anna was the one
wearing normal clothes?
I don't know
if you'd call them normal.
The dress was all ripped up,
kind of dirty looking.
But you know kids these days.
You have a pretty good memory.
I remember all my shoplifters.
This color's sick.
Don't you think?
Sick?
You should hear yourself.
What's wrong?
Are you mad at me
or something?
I want to go home.
We're just starting
to have fun.
You mean you and Vince.
Well, I think I'm, you know...
What, in love?
Why are you
acting like this?
God.
Why did I listen to you?
About coming here?
We didn't want any more rules.
You didn't want rules.
I like rules.
I like being Amish.
It's not my fault
nothin's good enough for you.
All right, young lady.
I didn't do
anything.
I was talking to her.
I knew you wouldn't
pay for that.
A pregnancy test?
But... who was it?
If you tell anyone,
I'll k*ll you.
I swear, Anna, I'll k*ll you.
Wouldn't usually expect
the dowdy one
to have the sticky fingers,
but...
You press charges?
Girl in a predicament
like that, Amish and all--
I figured
she had enough problems.
And her problem's just going
a whole lot worse.
So, if Rachel's pregnant
in August ' ...
What's term,
weeks?
Don't look at me.
Well, maybe this son of hers
ain't so Amish after all.
If you want to split hairs,
her kid won't decide
if he's Amish
till after rumspringa.
Thanks.
Been needing one of these.
Yeah, I heard
about shop class, Nick.
You going native on us?
You should take a trip
out there.
No, thanks.
You ever notice
when the power goes out
all the buzzing stops?
Streetlights,
refrigerators,
stuff you didn't even know
makes noise?
That's what it's like.
Pure silence.
He is goin' native.
So, Rachel gets back
to the farm pronto.
Passes the kid off
as her new husband's.
Mose.
And no one's the wiser
unless Anna threatens to tell.
Now that's a secret
worth k*lling for.
We're a happy family.
Why can't you just
leave us alone?
If you'd been straight with me
the first time,
I wouldn't be here.
I answered your questions.
Forgot the part where
you got pregnant on rumspringa?
- I didn't mean to lie.
- Course not.
I didn't want to talk about
the worst night in my life.
Night you k*lled Anna
to keep her quiet?
"Tell anyone,
and I'll k*ll you."
Your words.
I was scared.
She wouldn't have told anyone.
You've got motive, no alibi.
We were like blood.
We came from the same place.
It was the English
who were heartless.
I can't believe
we're going to see the ocean.
And the ocean's
going to see you.
Come on,
let's just go.
- Go ahead, I'll catch up.
- Are you sure?
Just go.
My God.
It's so beautiful.
Anna?
I'm sorry what I said to you.
I was scared.
Did you take the test?
I don't know
what I'm going to do.
Have you ever seen water so big?
Just the pond
behind the schoolhouse.
Do you think
there's another world out there?
Something better than this one?
I don't know. I...
I doubt it.
Rachel, if you tell me
who it is, maybe I can help.
What's up, homegirls?
Don't even say
Jakob doesn't deliver,
b*tches!
Look at this scene!
You're wasted.
u're always wasted.
I want to be English forever!
Being Amish sucks!
Amish say
they helpin', but they ain't.
Livin' in the
s,ll pious
and crap.
Can't tell me
what to do no more.
Wait.
You and Jakob?
No.
Then who?
Vince.
What?
It was Vince.
But... how could you do that?
I didn't do anything. He did.
I was drunk.
You promised to stay close,
but you didn't.
And all I can see is his face
on top of me.
The night we got to Philly?
He's not the person
you think he is, Anna.
None of them are.
Anna thought that monster
was her knight in shining armor.
And the baby?
I asked Anna to come
home with me...
But she said she wasn't going
to let them get away with it.
Will you testify against him?
My husband loves my boy
like his own.
Please, don't make me.
How did I know
I'd be talkin'
to you again, bitch?
Don't know.
Woman's intuition?
Enough!
Scotty.
Wasn't all hunky-dory
with you and Anna like you said.
Unless raping her best friend
is part of ??? ritual?
You got a son out there.
Boy doesn't know who you are.
Cry me a river.
Kid's living
on some sunny-day farm.
You're going away for this.
You saying that
Amish loser is going
to hop on her horse
and buggy and testify?
She already
agreed to it.
Said she's been living
for the day
she takes you down.
It's a dog-eat-dog world.
I just bit first this time.
We're talking
about more
than r*pe charges
here, Vince.
Try m*rder one.
I told you...
I didn't k*ll Anna.
She knew what you did to Rachel.
She called you out,
didn't she?
Girl like that--
she wasn't afraid of anything.
Not even you.
For a while, I...
thought it could have
been different.
You know...
if I met her sooner.
Before you r*ped
her best friend.
Bottom line is,
Anna wanted to go home.
What's with the silent treatment
all the way from the shore?
Anna, come on. What's with you?
I thought I knew you.
I thought you were special.
You do know me.
She told me, all right?
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Rachel.
I know what you did to her.
It was just a joke, 'cause
she was lame and all.
Somebody dared me.
It was dumb.
I-I didn't even
know you yet.
I can't believe
how stupid I was.
Believing in you and me,
and-and thinking it was fate.
- Anna, come on...
- Don't!
Just don't!
Grow up, Amish bitch.
This is the real world.
Everyone was right about you.
You are a damaged freak.
Yeah, but you're the pathetic
whore who came begging for it!
You're hurting me!
Anna?
Mom?
So, Anna's mother was there?
She forgot to tell us
about this field trip.
Next thing you know,
Anna's dead.
wouldn't be the first christian to k*ll.
Isn't losing my daughter
punishment enough?
Not if you k*lled her.
Lying to us about
being in Philly
makes us think you did.
And if I told you,
would that have brought
Anna back?
Your daughter was trying
to figure out a lot of things
while on rumspringa.
To be or not to be Amish.
Tough question
to answer at that age.
But it looks like she was
starting to figure it out.
"I see Mom practically locked
in the kitchen,
raising seven children,
and I don't know
if that's what I want
from my life."
You were losing her.
You couldn't let that happen.
The example she'd
be setting for Sarah,
your other daughters...
Something Anna used to say:
"Life is not..."
"...a dress rehearsal."
I saw that on a...
bumper sticker.
I knew Anna would
appreciate it.
She was...
everything I wanted
to be but couldn't.
She was fearless.
Strong.
Anna's death...
was my fault.
I should have
let her come home.
Why did you come here?
I heard Rachel came back,
so I went to see her.
And then I was
worried about you.
Why?
A woman doesn't
have seven babies
without knowing what a
pregnant girl looks like, Anna.
I thought there was
something for me here.
But I was wrong.
I'm coming home with you.
Mrs. Gunden?
Jakob.
Do my parents know
that you're here?
Did they send you?
I thought maybe they were
worried or something.
My mom, maybe?
Mom? He's talking to you.
Jakob Beachy is in bann.
We are forbidden
to talk to him.
Good-bye, Mrs. Gunden.
Tell my folks I miss them, okay?
This is for you.
It's real sand.
You saw the ocean?
I know you think there's some
big world beyond it or whatever,
but it was just pretty.
That's all it was.
Are you sure?
Did you really look?
I don't want you to come home
out of fear, Anna.
I've seen people give up.
But never you.
Why are you saying these things?
It's like you want me to stay.
I never had the chance.
But there is another
world out there.
A world much bigger than...
than this one.
You just have to really look.
All this time,
I thought she'd found
something better.
But I was wrong.
You said Jakob Beachy
was banned?
Excommunicated.
But still,
he'd come back
late at nights, on dr*gs,
begging to be let back.
And so the church
gave him an ultimatum.
Which was what?
???
or never come back again.
So Jakob gets hooked.
Has no idea
what to do about it.
What happens when you
send your th century kid
into a st century world?
Do you want
to take a ride?
Where we going?
Chase some horse
and buggies.
Fools got me on LoJack?
Ain't hard to find
someone in your shoes.
Easiest place
to score in Kensington.
You're a far cry
from home, huh, Jake?
My family's from Cuba.
You know where that is?
Yeah, I guess.
Guy named Castro
takes over, .
Throws anyone
who objects in jail
or worse.
My family's one of
the lucky ones.
But no matter how long
they've been in this country,
it still ain't... home.
You spend New Year's Eve
with any Cuban,
you hear them give the toast:
"El año que viene en Cuba."
"Next year in Cuba."
But ?
You do the math.
Been waiting a long time.
You tell me your life story,
I'll tell you mine?
I'm thinking they're
one in the same.
I mean you lost your home,
your family,
everything you've ever known.
I know what that
does to a person.
How it makes them feel inside.
Lost.
So you pretended
to love the English world,
but deep down
you were scared.
I just want to go home so bad.
They want you to come home,
Jakob-- your parents.
They do?
I just talked to them.
They miss you, too.
Yeah, just like Anna's
parents miss her.
I didn't mean to hurt her.
She had a chance
to get out of this place.
And hear the quiet again.
But she didn't even care.
Jakob?
What's wrong?
Where's your mother?
- She went home.
- How come you get to go home
and I don't?
Why don't they love me, too?
I'm not going home.
Stop lying.
I changed my mind.
I'm going to do rumspringa
the way we're supposed to.
I don't care.
I just want to go home.
You can.
You've just got
to quit partying.
I don't know how!
I'm going to go back with you.
You're going to tell
my folks I'm better.
You're going to tell them
that I stopped doing bad things.
They'll believe you.
- I'm not going back.
- You have to!
- It's the only way!
- No, Ja...
Stop!
Jakob, I'm going.
Get out of my way.
(stammers)Co
Stand up!
We're going to go home.
We're going to go home.
We're going to go home.
No, no...
We're going to go home.
We're going to go home.
We're going to go home.