03x06 - Come, Ye Saints

[bunniefuu]

I may not always
love you #

But long as there are
stars above you #

You never need
to doubt it #

I'll make you
so sure about it #

God only knows
what I'd be without you #

If you should ever
leave me #

Well, life would still
go on, believe me #

The world could show
nothing to me #

So what good
would living do me? #

God only knows
what I'd be without you #

God only knows what
I'd be without you #

God only knows
what I'd be without you #

God only knows
what I'd be without you #

God only knows #

God only knows
what I'd be without you #

God only knows what
I'd be without you #

God only knows #

God only knows
what I'd be without you #

God only knows what
I'd be without you #

God only knows #

God only knows
what I'd be without you. #

Our forefathers wintered
here in Nebraska

on their bold trek west.

Today, on our pilgrimage east,
we stop to remember

the 600 saints buried here,

and the great sacrifices
our ancestors made for us. Barb?

Yes.

"Persecuted
for their beliefs,

driven from their homes,
they made encampment here

in this very place,

from the winter
of 1846 to 1847.

Over half of the graves
were for children under the age of three.

And yet, they pushed on."

So that's the lesson,
here, folks...

we push on.

We're thrown curve balls
every day.

The most important test
is how we deal with it,

how we rise to the occasion,

knowing Heavenly Father
is with us every step of the way.

Okay, people,
let's get back to the cars.

Nice job, Barb.

Thank you, Margene.

Such a dork.

You feel okay?

It's this...

it's this first
trimester stuff.

I just wanna sleep
or throw up.

This vacation's
pretty bad timing.

I feel like a prisoner
of w*r on a death march.

Well, prisoners
had stuff like scurvy.

Yeah, and we have Dad.

Ray, I want you to put
your hand back in the car right now,

before it blows off.
Okay?

Why can't we bury
the time capsule back

with all the ghosts
of the pioneer people?

There are no ghosts, pal.
We don't believe in 'em.

The pioneers are
in the Celestial Kingdom now.

We have to wait till we get to
Hill Cumorah in New York.

Why?

Because that's where
the Angel Moroni

led Joseph Smith
to the buried golden tablets

that became
the Book of Mormon.

We're planting our family capsule smack
in the heart of Mormondom.

So your children
and grandchildren will find it,

and learn about us
and the time we lived in on this earth.

I think it's good
putting some distance

between us and the trial,

the whole Ana thing.

Listen up, team...
right turn coming up in half a mile.

Do you copy? Over.

We copy you, Big Daddy.

Meet you at the motel.
Over and out.

- What?
- Just bring it down a notch, Margie.

You're acting like an imbecile.
It's a long trip.

I'm really excited, Nicki.
I'm having a really good time.

I'm gonna focus on the positive...
move ahead and all that.

Hey, was it just me,
or was Barb kinda snotty

when I complimented her
back there?

Definitely snotty.

This is the most depressing cross-country
slog I could imagine.

Your little chum
dumped us

and we're a bunch
of divorcees.

This family has hit
a big fat stop sign.

Bill?

- Hi.
- Don't freak out.

Don't get mad.
Everything's okay, but...

I brought my mother.

I've been thinking
about what to do with her,

with her ashes, I mean,
and I couldn't think up any place

that felt really
actually right.

Then I remembered
her uncle Morris.

I tracked him down
and called him up.

And, Bill,
he lives in Illinois!

We go practically
by his front door.

- What's "practically"?
- 150 miles.

- One way?
- 300 miles round trip.

Margie, we're running
such a tight schedule to get to Cumorah,

and you're proposing
the better part of a whole day...

I can do it by myself.

Take a side trip while the rest of you are
at the riverboat casino with Jerry.

Zip up and back,
and no one would even notice.

And I'd get back
in plenty of time for the pageant.

Please.

We'll figure
something out.

What kind of pills
are these anyway?

- Nothing.
- Oh! Wow.

- Could have fooled me.
- I don't need them.

I mean,
it's not for you.

Not for any of you.

Well, for who then?

It's just the pressure,
Margie...

the pressure,
Nicki's infertility...

I mean, the stress of that,
and all the demands...

I understand, please.

It's okay.
Your secret's safe with me.

That's great, Margie.

Why don't you go
and get the kids ready for prayers?

Okay.

The boys will get fleas
from these dumps Bill keeps picking.

Well, it's better than
last night's in Cheyenne.

- Is that yours or mine?
- Mine.

Probably Bill
with more instructions.

- Hello?
- Margene?

- Yes.
- Hey, it's Ray.

Yes, l... I recognized
your voice.

Psst. Who is it?

Is everything okay,
Mr. Henry?

Uh, Marge, come on.
I really wish you'd call me Ray.

Uh-huh. I know.

What does he want?

Listen, I'm sorry
to bother you, but I was wondering,

where did you put
that Clarkson file

that I asked you
to leave on my desk?

- On your desk.
- Right. Oh!

Ah, sorry.

I didn't see it there.
Okay.

Hey, how's your vacation
going?

Fine.

You like Hawaii, huh?

Oh, yes.

I've never been anywhere
so beautiful in my life.

Yeah, it's really gorgeous.
I went once.

I picked up
a nice cardigan from there.

Well, I have to go.

All right, yep.
Sure, sorry.

He certainly
has a lot of nerve

calling you
on your vacation.

He's a very busy man,
Barb.

I'm just saying...

I thought you said
your assignment had ended.

I can't sleep on these.
There's no support.

Well, I can give you
one of mine.

No thanks.
I'll manage.

- Really. Because I don't...
- Barb!

I'll manage.

This guy from work, he's a real mover
and shaker, Wanda.

He totally made up an excuse
to call me yesterday.

I think he was flirting
with me, do you think?

As he chased you
at night?

Has he tried to put you
in the trunk?

He's not really like that.
He wears cardigans.

That sounds serious.

You are a married woman, you can't be
talking about another man's cardigans.

I have to run, honey.
The wagon train is about to pull out.

- Who were you talking to?
- Just Wanda.

Everything okay?

Uh-huh.
Just Wanda being Wanda.

No, Wayne!

Oh God! What is it?
What is it?

- Stop it. Just stop it!
- What is it?

- Wait, just... come on...
- It's Grandma Ginger!

- But she's dead.
- And after she d*ed she was b*rned.

- Nicki, please!
- And that's what's left of her body.

- Oh-oh. "Y." Whoops!
- Where?

Right there, on the license
plate on the Honda.

- "D, Y...
- That's a "T." That's a "T," "T."

- No, it's not.
- "T," "T."

- Oh, sh*t! sh**t.
- "Y" is over there.

- "Y," "Y," "Y," "Y."
- Where where where where?

Denny's.
Denny's.

I've got the momentum.
I've got the "mo." I'm so hot.

That's a "Z."
That's a "Z!"

- I win! Runza! Runza!
- No!

- No!
- Ah-ha!

Bow down to me.
Bow down to me!

Yeah!

I really like your hair,
by the way.

- You do?
- Yeah.

ASU isn't all that far
away from Sandy.

But I'll have no way
to get back home

Unless you and dad are
planning on surprising me with a car.

We could drive down.
Easy.

We have a ton to do
before you leave.

We need to go shopping
for your dorm room...

Well,

Heather and I made plans
to go shopping in Tempe.

We have been
saving up the money.

Heather?

Heather's going to be
at ASU with you?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because it's not
a big deal.

I mean, there's nothing
to make a fuss about.

Well, I'm not
making a fuss.

L...

I just thought it would be nice to go
shopping with my daughter

who's about to leave me,
possibly forever,

to go to college.

In the evening's finale,

the Angel Moroni
rises 50 feet

above the multi-level
stage,

in a spectacular expl*si*n

of light and sound.

Let us get out of here.
Hide us!

- Joseph! It's too late!
- Here they come.

There's over
100 of 'em.

They're wearing
disguises...

Their g*ns are drawn.

Block the door, Joseph!
Block the door.

Hyrum! Hyrum!

- He's escaping!
- Out the window!

What you heard
is exactly what happened

in this room
here at Carthage jail

165 years ago,

when our prophet Joseph
was m*rder*d,

leaving his wife Emma

and all of his
devoted followers bereft.

Please don't
touch anything.

How many widows
did Joseph leave behind?

L... I don't know
if we know the answer to that, son.

Actually,
at the time of his death

I believe he had
32 wives.

Read Brodie
or even Bushman.

I just think there's
an essential truth

about our prophet's martyrdom
that you're leaving out.

32 is not that unusually
high a number,

owing to the arduous
life in Nauvoo.

There would have been
many widows and orphaned girls

who would have needed
the Prophet's protection.

However his wives were neither
orphans nor widows...

In point of fact, many of them
were indeed widows and orphans.

Dean Katchitt...

amateur church historian.

Okay, we're moving on.

Please follow me.

Why did you let him
off the hook?

I know I'm right,

but he believes what he believes
and I'm not gonna change his mind.

I'm not gonna embarrass a man
in front of his family.

One, two,

three, four, five,

six, seven, eight,

nine, 10.

So Mom cornered me

outside Carthage jail.

I thought she was only
on my case.

Well, it was
about your case.

I can't even make
eye contact with her.

And all she wants to do
is taking me shopping.

A couple more months,

you'll have the adoption
behind you, then it'll all be over.

There's something
I haven't told you.

I'm keeping it, Ben.

What?

I'm keeping my baby.

Heather and I are
gonna raise it together.

You and Heather?

Heather still sleeps
with a nightlight.

I can't have this baby

and hand it over to
a couple of strangers.

It would k*ll me.

What makes you think
you can handle this?

- Think about it.
- All I do is think about it, Ben.

I wanna keep it.

I don't know
how I'll handle it.

L... l... I'm gonna
figure it out, I guess.

Say something.

It's gonna be
your whole life, Sarah.

I know you need me
to say it's the right thing,

but I don't know.

Checking the Midwest graphic,
increasing cloudiness on Monday

with a chance
of thunderstorms.

Looks like we could hit some
thunderstorms tomorrow.

Quarter-sized hail,
possibly.

How do you like
the cardigan I got you?

It's great, thanks.

Good.

It feels really great.

Oh no,
leave it on.

You know, I'm fine
if you just wanna relax.

Take it easy,
watch a movie...

It's been
a long long day.

Why don't you run
Wayne and Raymond

over to that Reptile Gardens
place in the morning after breakfast?

It was just a couple
exits back.

Okay.

Hey, what are you guys
doing?

- Nothing.
- Wanna go swimming, play Marco Polo?

No, and you should
cover yourself up.

What are you doing?

It's my night, Margene.
Get out of here now.

I'm sorry.

Am I being a pill?

I just wanted to kiss
Bill goodnight.

Uh, excuse me?

We're very busy, Margene.
Very busy.

Got it.
Catch you later.

Oh.

Ben, have you seen Marge?

Has she said anything
about her...

or maybe her and Nicki being...

maybe being
upset at me?

No, Mom,
not at all.

Okay, shh.
All right, thanks.

Okay, everybody,
stop what you're doing.

Tell me if you see
the time capsule.

Sorry, Bill.

We don't have it.

Wayne, what are you doing?

Son, I see you have
the time capsule there.

What's going on?

I don't wanna bury
my cowboy anymore.

Well, we talked about this.

This is a sacrifice
you're making,

a gift for a future
generation.

- What's wrong?
- I changed my mind is all.

I just don't want
him to be buried like he's dead.

But you know he's just made out
of plastic, right?

I just wanna keep him.
Please?

You're sure about this?

Sarah, I thought
we could ride together

- so we could finish our conversation.
- I'm sorry, Mom,

but Ben asked me to ride
with him so I could help him navigate.

I'll ride with Benny so you
can ride with your mom, okay?

Actually Ben and I really
wanted to ride together...

Get out, now!
Go ride with your mother.

Okay, here's the thing:

There's really... there's nothing to be
embarrassed about,

nothing.

We just...
we saw each other naked.

And it's not a bad thing.

It's not a good thing.

It's... it's really...
it's not a thing at all.

I'm not embarrassed.

Great. Great.

We're family.
It happens. No big deal.

But it is a big deal,
Margene.

- What do you mean?
- I mean,

it is a big deal to me.

Trust me, Benny,
it's not.

Okay, come on.

All right,
come on, guys.

- Where are we?
- I'm tired.

- Fine.
- You are gonna love this place.

Listen, blondie,
you bet I have something to say to you.

About what, Nicki?

About your weird behavior
last night.

Now it isn't
the right moment.

And apparently Bill
wants me to go with you

in your 300 miles escapade
to drop off your mother.

- It's not an escapade.
- What's going on with you two?

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

We're just discussing
a little side trip.

Oh, Bill told me.

I'm going with you.

I think we could use
the time together.

We're fine.

Who's gonna watch
the kids?

Sarah and Ben.

I really wanna
go with you.

It'll be good for us.

What, Mom?

Sarah, honey, you're sleepwalking
through this entire vacation.

Please.

This trip means the world
to your father.

At least act like
you're enjoying it

for his sake.
Okay?

Ready when you are, honey.

"While camped near here
in 1846,

with his four wives, William Clayton
wrote Bill's favorite song,

'Come Come 'Ye Saints.'

Clayton bravely lived
the Principle eventually marrying 10 wives

and raising 42 children."
That last part may not be right.

I got it off of Wikipedia.

All right, team.
Just give me a second.

You don't have
to feel guilty.

We didn't plan it.
It just happened.

What are you saying?

There's nothing.
Nothing happened.

I think we both have to admit
that in that moment

- there was something.
- No. No. There's nothing.

Nothing. We're not gonna talk about this
anymore, so it's over.

- Forget it. Just get over it.
- Just listen...

- No.
- Come on, Ben. Quit horsing around.

Teenie, take those
earphone things out.

Come on, people.
Shoulder to shoulder.

- Come on. Together.
- You gotta smile.

Come on, Lester.

In the front. Boys, in the front.
In the front, right now.

Just take
the picture, Bill.

Look at that barn.
Isn't it pretty?

It's a barn, Barb.

Well, it is
a nice barn.

- What?
- Nothing.

Listen,

I know you're still upset
about our fight

over Ana and everything
it brought up.

We're certainly
not happy about that,

but frankly, we've got
bigger fish to fry.

I don't wanna fry them in front of you,
Barb, because you'd be shocked.

I think you're blowing it way out
of proportion, Nicki.

- Blowing what?
- I don't think so.

That blonde hair has been trouble since
the second it came out of the bottle.

What are you talking about?

- Nothing.
- Uh, nothing?

Bill and I were having
a perfectly romantic evening

when you came in
and seem to wanna...

m?nage ? something.

It was indecent.

And let me tell you, Margene,
your behavior

has hit a new
all-time low.

I was only trying
to help.

Wearing a swim suit?

Your hair does not
give you license to act like a whore.

- But what happened?
- Just leave my hair out of it, Nicki.

How?
Everywhere we look, there it is.

You rub our noses in it
in a completely selfish way.

Jesus H. Christ!
It's just hair.

Shut the H up
about it already.

I wanted you to have
a good night with Bill.

I was just...
he gave me that look.

He gave you
no such look.

I was just trying to take responsibility
for the whole situation.

What situation?

Margene.

You know, he dropped
his pills down the drain,

I startled him, and just down they went.
And I was just trying to make up for it.

Bill takes pills
for what?

For ED.

Bill takes Viagra?

No. I mean, yes,
but not every night.

He's still virile.

You can just imagine

how stressed he gets

and overworked.

And so he takes
these pills for whom?

You can't jump
to that conclusion.

I'm sure it's not...

- one person.
- It's not.

That's exactly
what you're implying.

What your behavior
last night suggested.

No, it's like
Barb said.

It could be for anyone.
I mean, in general.

It's not for you only...

not only you.
It's just stress and stuff.

Honestly.

Penny for your thoughts.

Price gone up?

Nickel for your thoughts.

Quarter?

20 bucks.

Oh, heck, a new car.

It's so pretty here.

Can we stay?

Or maybe you could just...
you could just leave me here

and maybe get me
when you get back?

Sweetie, I know I have
a lot of women in my life,

and I'm not
an expert on them,

but even I can see that there's something
up between you and your mother.

Yeah.

I guess.
I mean, she's...

she's fine.
We're just...

She's just scared
her baby's leaving, that's all.

I know.

I mean, it's more me
than her.

She's fine.

She's just being
a good mom.

And you're about
to fly the nest.

Yeah. I am.

You sad?
A little scared?

It's complicated.

I'll tell you what,

on the way back from Cumorah,
let's stop in Chicago.

You, me.
A night on the town.

Seriously?

We'll do anything you want.
Just you and me.

Courtesy of
Bill Henrickson Tours.

Okay.

No. We never had kids.

Pets. We love animals.

Unconditional love.
You know?

Unlike people...

who can be kinda iffy.

Well, they come and go.

Kinda like Ginger.

She came, she went.

Haven't seen her
for 20... 25 years.

We didn't even know
she had you till you called.

She was just a kid...

like you.
Poor thing.

We could dust off a place for her,
don't you think, Morris?

- Yeah. She's family.
- That's important.

And who are you
ladies again?

Friends.

Of Margene's

and Ginger's.

We always worried
about Ginger.

Lost touch
so long ago.

Figured she washed up
in Vegas or Reno

on the bottle
and on her back.

Did she ever
pull herself together?

'Cause we were
rooting for her.

Wait, Margene.
Margene.

Why can't you leave
your mother here?

'Cause they didn't
like her, Barb.

- They didn't even like her.
- They're not so bad.

Oh, for Pete's sake.
They were petting rats.

Rats.

Oh.
Look at that.

Your eyes
are exactly the same.

I mean,
am I right?

Look at that.

When I first
started booking,

everyone...
Paul Anka, Tom Jones,

even Vicki Lawrence...
they all said,

"Wow, you are
the spitting image of your father."

Yep. She's Jim Nabors'
daughter, all right.

Your father always brought a dignity
to the roles he played.

And it seemed to me...

it seemed to me he was a bit of an unsung
hero in the entertainment world.

I wouldn't say
he was unsung.

Sorry, we're late.

- How was your trip?
- Informative.

Barb, Nicki, Marge,

this is Vicki Nabors.

Jim Nabors' daughter.

- Booking agent.
- Oh.

Very nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too.
- Margene,

I love your new hair.

It says "fun."
Good for you, darling.

Thanks.

Listen, Jerry, I'm sorry,

but I'm completely
in the dark about all this.

I don't really understand
how these booking conferences work.

And you don't have to, Bill.
That's what we're here for.

- Yeah.
- The casino owners come to these events,

meet some talents,
see some acts,

or get pitched
headliners.

- We start from there.
- We've been coming for a while.

You know with friends
of ours who own casinos

just to enjoy ourselves,

but also to see what is
out there for us.

- And now we've arrived.
- You would be shocked at how much bang

you can get for your buck
these days.

Tony Orlando?
You can have him.

He'll come to Idaho,
he'll come to Illinois,

he'll come to even
North Dakota.

- We like him.
- Yeah.

Don't we like him?

- Barb?
- Oh, yes. We do.

And,
hold on to your hats,

I can get you
Tony Bennett.

- He'll come to Idaho.
- Entirely possible.

What about Cher?

You know, Cher is
a little different.

You know, you'll
have to understand that.

I mean, am I right?

Cher is a whole
other ballgame.

- Bill. Cher?
- Really, no.

My mother loved
Jim Nabors

and I don't think
he had a daughter.

By this time tomorrow,
FedEx will have our signed proposal

in front of the Federal Tribal Gaming
commission for approval,

and you and I, my friend,
are off and running.

Good things ahead for us, Bill.
Great things.

This time next year,
it's Tony Orlando.

All right, who wants to tell me what was
going on back there with all of you?

I swear, Bill, it just
slipped out by accident,

but she thinks the Viagra
is all about her.

- You discussed this?
- You bet we did.

Plus that box of soot
is still with us.

What the heck
happened out there?

All I can say is,
I wish you would have told me.

And I'm pretty sure
you didn't need it when it was just us,

pretty sure.

And if you wanted to
my dad could baptize you

and you can convert,

because no church
was true until Joseph Smith

received the restored word
of Jesus Christ.

It breaks my heart
to say it, young lady,

but you might be the one
who needs converting.

Sorry about that.

She just loves
a good conversation.

You in there
trying your luck?

No, just here
for a meeting.

I'm just waiting
for the wife.

Don't believe in gambling myself.
Doesn't sit right with me.

I hear you.

And neither does what
your little girl said to me.

- Excuse me?
- Oh, I know who you people are.

And you believe the word
of our Lord and Savior

was lost until some guy
claimed to have dug

some magic gold tablets
out of a hill.

I don't believe this is
the time or the place...

Well, your faith didn't have the time
or the place for my people

until 20 years ago,
so you're gonna hear me now.

Daddy, I was just trying
to tell him the truth.

Honey, go join your mother.
Now.

You think you follow
the Gospel of Jesus Christ,

but I can tell you
you follow a phony doctrine

created by a charismatic
charlatan and a gold digger.

Sir, my family and I are
confident in our beliefs

and we don't need you or anyone else
to tell us what you think is best.

In fact, it wouldn't hurt for you to read
the Book of Mormon.

There's just one
true Gospel.

One good book and it sure
didn't need any reforming...

- Everyone in the car now.
...by any so-called "Book of Mormon."

- What's your problem?
- I'm a Baptist,

a preacher and a man
who knows the Holy Bible

is the only Holy Book.

You follow your false prophet
and you will live your life in darkness,

mark my word.

Sir, all I have to say to you is
have a nice day.

Let's move out, everyone.

He was really scary, Mom.

All Baptists are, honey.

Mom!

Ginger!

You guys,
my mom's gone.

She just...

blew away.

Ready?

Having authority
given me by Jesus Christ,

I baptize you for

and in behalf of Ginger Heffman
who is dead.

Now we'll see
Grandma Ginger again?

Yes.
No soul is ever lost.

No matter how great
our differences now,

we can be together
in eternity.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Amen.

Oh.

Someone wanna tell me
whose juice box did this?

Huh, anyone?

This is a time capsule,
not some tool box.

This is who we are.

This is a sacred vessel.

Dang it, people,
we're better than this.

Here's a handy wipe.

We're 45 minutes
from Cumorah.

I wanna get there ASAP.

Tonight's performance
is the last one.

We've driven 2,500 miles,
and there is no late seating.

So let's pack it up now, people.

Ben, you drive my car.

Bill,

relax.

The kids are exhausted.

Barb, can I ride with you?

I don't want her
with us, Mom.

Uh, okay. No, you ride
with Nicki, Margene.

Sarah.

Can you ride with your brother?
I'll sit and ride with the kids.

Whose phone are you
calling from?

We've been panicked.

We all figured you were
in some other car until we got here

which was just
a few harrowing moments ago.

The kids are car sick and...

Fine.
Fine, I'll tell her.

- Well?
- He's furious, but okay.

He's got a ride and he'll be here
in half an hour or so.

Thank Heavens.
Oh, this trip.

Is this our last
bottle?

Check the bathroom.

I'm gonna throw up again.

- In the wastebasket, honey.
- I'm gonna...

I'll get a washcloth.

No.

Barb.

I can't believe
Sarah would

do this.

They're birth control
pills, Nicki.

How could she?

I found your love note.

Where did you get this?

In the car.
He says he loves you.

Benny is just a little
mixed up right now, but...

I can read. I know what
this note means, and it's bad.

Fine.

I understand that
you understand.

Nothing happened.

But you cannot say anything

to anybody.

And you can't give him a hard time,
it would just embarrass him,

and I am going to handle this.
Okay?

Not a word.

We're gonna focus
on the Hill Cumorah Pageant

because we know we got
thousands of folks...

that are gonna be heading
out there tonight...

Margene?

Teenie found this
in the car.

Ben, you cannot
be giving me notes.

It's bad enough
that she found it.

What if your mom
or dad had found it?

- L... I don't know.
- You bet you don't.

I shouldn't have written it.
L... it was stupid, I know.

But, Margene, I am
a very normal guy

in a very abnormal household,

and this just
happened to me.

I tried not to let it.
I really tried,

but I do have feelings for you.

And not like a son
has for his mother.

I can't help it. I do.

If you have these feelings,
you need to get over it now.

This stops here.
Do you understand me?

I love you, Ben,
as a mother,

and as your mother, I look forward
to the day you find true love,

but this...
listen to me!

This is not it.

You called me?

I did.

What's going on?

Now I know what
your attitude has been all about.

Now you wanna
explain these?

- They're not mine.
- Barb...

All right. This is between
me and my daughter. Sarah!

Honestly,
they're not mine.

I found them
with your things.

I taught you better than this.
We raised you better.

If you are having sex
with someone,

or even thinking
about it,

you need to stop!

Sex is sacred

for a union
you know is true.

Sarah!

Sarah!

Sarah!

- Where are you going?
- I don't know.

I don't...
I just wanna go home!

I know your mom is wrong
about the pills, but this is crazy.

I can't even go back there.

I can't be with her.

I don't wanna go
to this pageant.

Everybody is so
disappointed in me.

I just don't wanna
be here anymore.

What are you two doing?

Nothing.

Bill, please.

Barb, what's going on?

- I'm her mother.
- It's not your fault.

It is. If we're on
the one true path,

then why is
this happening, Bill?

They're mine, okay?

Nicki.

They're mine.

The doctor put me on them for cramps
and I have to take them every day.

How long have you
taken them?

- Why is that relevant?
- Answer the question.

- For a little while.
- How long, Nicki?

Four years.

You've been on birth control
this whole time,

while I've been having
all the babies?

I got addicted.
I couldn't stop.

That's as ridiculous
as it is impossible.

Why am I the only one
in trouble?

He takes pills and lies
to us all about it.

Nicki, enough.

Why would I wanna
have more children

with a man who has to take Viagra
to have sex with me and only me?

- I said, enough.
- You're not attracted to me.

- Just admit it.
- You've done some awful things before,

but this takes the cake.

You've been undermining
the future and the mission of this family.

How can you
reconcile that?

Now you need to look at me
in the eye and say you'll stop.

We're gonna be late, Dad.

We'll miss
the Angel Moroni.

- Let's get going.
- Bill, no.

- Yes.
- Bill, let's let it go.

- Too much has happened.
- No, Barb.

We've come across the country.
We've almost made it. We're almost there

Everybody just get ready,
we're going and that's final.

Can we at least
bury the time capsule after the show?

This is our prayer,

our blessing
for this place.

We take care
of this first...

then the show.

Bill.
Bill, this is nuts.

Just a little further.

Okay, everyone.

Let's all come together.

I don't wanna miss
the Angel, Dad.

Shh, Wayne.

Come on, everyone,
a little closer.

This is not
what I planned to say.

I don't know what
we learned on this trip.

Something, I hope.

We retraced our ancestors'
footsteps to get here.

Ladies and gentlemen
please take your seats.

We didn't have to starve or fight
or brave the cold for our beliefs,

but we've been given
other trials.

It's not really important what happens
to the time capsule now.

What's important is
that it got us here...

on this sacred ground.

Dad, we're missing it.

All of you,
go on ahead.

Heavenly Father,

I waited my whole life
to see this place...

to bring my family here.

All along this trip I've been looking
for Your presence.

I haven't found You anywhere.

And I don't
feel You here.

I've never been
so worried for my family.

I thought we'd be okay
if I could just find You.

I feel lost,

forsaken.

I don't know
what to do.

Sarah?

Are you sick?

I'm losing my baby.

We have to tell them.

I'll be with you, Sarah.

Okay.