♪
Officer: And step,
and step.
And step,
and step.
And step, and step,
and step,
and step.
And step,
and step, and step.
How'd you guys
think this thing up?
Bob Cox:
Idolatry is a strong word.
But let's just say,
from my vantage point,
Mr. Rogers had
the perfect American family.
- [laughing]
- No, no, no, no!
Don't you dare!
Bob: A man of faith,
family, and purpose.
[switch clicks]
Baby?
Officer: And step.
And step.
Bob: You see, before
it became the Rogers' residence,
there was a young couple
who moved in briefly.
Oh, Billy!
Oh, it's just splendid.
Billy: This is your new
neighborhood.
Oh, it's just swell!
Bob: The couple showed promise,
all-American Protestants--
A fine home
for a fine American family.
Bob:--who turned out to be
members of the Klan.
And when they left for
greener pastures down south--
[film reel ticking]
Bob:--well, that's when
Gordon Rogers moved in.
- ♪
- [woman screaming]
Bob: Now, you can imagine
my skepticism
when I first saw the color
of his skin, but you see,
Gordon spends the winter season
on the white sand beaches
of the Florida panhandle.
- [woman groans]
- Bob: He's no Mexican.
[woman screaming]
Bob: By golly, he's just tan.
Gordon Rogers: Thank you,
Father, for protecting us today.
We remain your humble servants
as we lead the native
down the path of assimilation,
for he who serves the Lord
will receive peace
and prosperity.
And in your name, we pray.
Bob: Finally, a family man
I was proud to call my neighbor
and my friend.
Gordon: Come on, grab--
Bob: It's as if
every day of his life,
he was living
for something greater--
[woman groans]
♪
Bob:--a purpose
that made him invincible.
♪
[door clunks]
[woman groans]
Bob: Doesn't every man
wanna be invincible?
Gordon: I hear that--I hear
that you're the reasonable one.
I prepared
this little presentation
to give you one last shot
to redeem yourself.
Now, this is your daughter,
is it not?
[whispers] Yes, it is.
Gordon: I--I'm sorry?
Gilberto Sutton: Yes, it is.
Alrighty, then.
And--and am I wrong to say
that this--this is your farm?
- Is this the farm?
- Yes.
Look.
Look, in order to get
your daughter back,
you're gonna have
to give me the deed.
This farmland is sovereign,
it's native land.
It's more than just a deed.
Is it, though?
See, I've been authorized
to move beyond
these old-fashioned legalities.
I'm the government.
I'm--I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.
I--I should have prefaced this
all by telling you
that you're going to be
compensated.
We set you up
with a brand-new home.
Do you know anything about Ohio?
What's in Ohio?
Your--your new home with
a white picket fence and lawn.
I know nothing about Ohio
and white picket fences.
- [punch thuds]
- [Gilberto groans, pants]
Now, you get your kid back when
you sign the deed over to me.
I don't own the land,
my wife does.
The Mohegan people do.
So, why the f*ck
am I talking to you?
- [punch thuds]
- [Gilberto groans]
[Gilberto coughs]
Now, your daughter,
your--your little girl
is about 24 hours away
from meeting her nice,
new American family
that she's gonna spend
the rest of her days with.
And do you know why?
Because I can erase you
completely.
♪
Bob: Gordon Rogers
was my gift from God,
the man who would
ultimately give us
what we'd always desired
our whole lives.
Hiya, Bob.
Bob: We, too, would become
the perfect American family.
- Oh, hi--hiya, Bob.
- Hiya, Gordo.
[theme] ♪
♪
♪
♪
Officer Kensey:
To what do I owe the pleasure
of the bureau yet again?
Just a check-in, really.
I was out at
Mr. Boon's farm today,
so I figured I'd stop in.
What was your name, pretty lady?
Mabel.
Just Mabel?
Mabel's just fine.
What, you're--you're
some sort of messenger gal?
Do the rounds,
checkin' in, and such?
Oh, something like that.
[birds chirping]
I told him I did not want them
people in my jail to begin with.
I told him that was not
somethin' that I wanted,
but he just pushed,
and pushed, and pushed.
And now, he sends you.
Lord knows why.
I--I've washed my hands of this.
I'm a state officer,
a family man,
and--and I don't need
trouble in this town.
See, Mr. Kensey, me and you,
we are on the same page.
I, too, believe that this whole
thing deserves a resolution.
Exactly.
So, how do we do that?
How do we do that?
Well, your people
need to find the Suttons
and handle it once and for all.
This--this isn't my mess.
You called me, remember?
Where?
Where would we find them,
the Suttons?
Who'd you say
you work for again?
Excuse me?
Who do you report to?
There is no need
for this aggression.
I--I report to Gordon Rogers.
Obviously.
Well, you tell him I'm done.
You hear me?
Done.
♪
Excuse me.
♪
Bob: Abigail Rogers,
an orphan from Nevada,
she was from the town
where they tested the b*mb.
[expl*si*n]
Bob: Her mother was a showgirl,
and her father was a Jew.
Gordon never had the heart
to reveal the details.
The nuns found her passed out
and practically naked
in the back of a freight car.
They took her in,
even though she was a Hebrew.
Now, as fate would have it,
she would become a Rogers--
[humming] ♪
Bob:--and the very model
of a modern teenage daughter.
[humming] ♪
Bob:
But, as we all well know,
even the most
well-behaved, young women
are still prone
to mischief and snooping.
Snooping that might
very well lead
to other more nefarious acts,
like swearing,
or the use of that
dirty Indian hay.
[tape whirring]
[humming] ♪
Little bitty pretty one,
come on and--♪
Bob: Nonetheless, I commended
Gordon for trusting Abigail
with such conviction.
He clearly had
his house in order,
and I couldn't help
but feel a tinge of jealousy.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,
ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Tell you a story
Happened long time ago
Little bitty pretty one
I've been watchin' you grow
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,
ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah ♪
[telephone rings]
[telephone rings]
Rogers' residence.
[telephone continues ringing]
- [telephone rings]
- ♪
[telephone rings]
[telephone rings]
♪
[telephone rings]
♪
[telephone rings]
[telephone stops ringing]
♪
[telephone rings]
♪
Woman [on phone]: I have an
Agent Mathers for you,
Mr. Rogers.
One moment, please.
Agent Mathers [on phone:
Hiya, Gordo.
Just so I'm clear with my boys,
are you issuing
a k*ll order on the Suttons
or are we taking them
into custody?
This is Indian country.
I need to be real clear
with my boys.
Gordo?
♪
- [car engine rumbles]
- [brakes squeak]
Abigail: sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!
Bob: It was my wife
who saw his car
sitting in the drive that day.
[birds chirp]
Bob: She told me it was time
to finally become a man,
or she'd do it for me.
And she was right.
- Oh, hi--hiya, Bob.
- Hiya, Gordo.
- You okay?
- Bob, I'm fine.
I'm fine, I'm fine.
All right.
What, Bob?
Well, it's just you've
been--you've been sitting
out here for a while,
and I just thought
I would do the neighborly thing
and come over here
and check in on ya.
Well, I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm--I'm okay,
as you can see.
- Thank you very much.
- Okay.
I lied.
I knew Gordon Rogers didn't need
checking in on, but I froze.
Um, anything else?
Well, uh, if you don't mind
my saying so, Gordo,
you--you have
a mighty fine family and, uh
And what, Bob?
Bob, what--Bob, Bob, Bob,
what's--what's on your mind?
And a mighty fine daughter, too.
Excuse me?
Well, I--I just mean that
I sure would like to share
a cigar with you some evening
and pick your brain about that,
because, Francine, I mean,
is desperate for a daughter.
And, we would--we would love
your opinion
on how to go about
something like that.
- [birds chirping]
- [dog barking]
Oh, Bob, it's
It's--t's really funny
that you should ask me that,
because I happen to know
of a girl
and, you know, a most
unwanted child.
You know,
her parents left her for dead.
If you and Francine
were to--were to take her in,
you'd be heroes.
Yeah, I mean,
she's a fine, fine young lady,
much like my--my daughter,
Abbie.
Well, I say Amen to that.
Let us be her saviors.
Shoo-be-do-be,
do-be-do-wa-wa
Shoo-be-do-be,
do-be-do-wa-wa ♪
♪
Thank you.
Waitress: You some sort of
an alien fanatic or somethin'?
What makes you say that?
Well, I saw the word
"Sutton Farm"
scribbled in your pad.
Apologies for snoopin',
but a lot of you folks
are comin' around here lookin'
for the abduction site.
It's good for business,
I suppose.
They got a tour for a nickel.
A bit pricey to see a cornfield,
if you asked me,
but them's the times.
Them's the times.
What can I get ya?
Um, just a turkey club, please.
♪
Actually,
I work for the FBI,
just for your knowledge.
I'm not some--just some random
alien tourist.
A female federal agent.
Well, I'll be.
Just doing my job.
Well, now, you're just
bein' humble, gee whizz.
- [lock clicks]
- [door creaks]
Hello?
Hello, Abbie?
[footsteps treading]
Abbie?
Hello, Abbie?
- Hello, Abbie?
- [knocks]
Abigail: Oh, hiya.
I didn't know you were home.
Yeah, I just came back,
uh, to grab some files.
Oh, okay.
♪
Hey, uh
Abigail, do you remember
the day I rescued you
from that horrible orphanage?
I do.
Gordon: And you do know
it was me, right?
It--it was me who really wanted
to see you with a nice family.
I mean,
Mabel wanted a baby, but--
Abigail: I know.
I mean, she always has.
But, things often don't work out
the way they're intended.
But I gotta tell you, from
the moment I laid eyes on you,
I felt a connection.
I felt as--as if we were
one and the same,
because I was the only one
who could really understand
how alone in the world you were.
And I felt
a responsibility, a duty.
Of course,
I understand that now.
Good, good.
Good, Abigail.
Good girl.
So, now I'd like you
to tell me where your mother is.
I don't know.
You don't know, or,
or you don't want me to know?
Abigail: No, I don't know,
truly.
♪
[laughs]
You know that night,
the night, uh,
I brought you home,
do you know--do you know why
I told you
to go wait in the spare room?
Well, because
Well, because
she doesn't love you.
She was begging me
to return you to the orphanage.
And I said, "No, no,"
because I don't answer to her.
I answer to God.
And God was asking of me
what I am now asking of you.
Loyalty.
I--I promise you
I don't know anything.
She never tells me anything.
She never--she never
lets me go
to her hair appointments
with her
or run errands for Ms. Anderson.
She hates me.
I would never lie to you.
- Alright, alright.
- Abigail: Ever, I--I wouldn't.
Right, I believe you,
thank you.
Thank you
for your truth on this.
I'll be in my office.
♪
♪
[lock clicks]
[telephone clicking]
♪
Gordon!
Daddy?
I just realized something!
Yeah?
What?
Nothing, I
I just wanted to say thank you.
Um
For
I wanted to say
thank you for rescuing me.
Oh, you're very welcome.
[footsteps receding]
♪
♪
♪
[Abigail screaming]
Abigail: Somebody help me!
♪
[Abigail screaming]
Help!
Somebody help!
Help me--ow!
Ow,
you're hurting me!
You're hurting me!
[screaming]
[gasping, screaming]
♪
[sighs]
Trust me,
it's the best for both of us.
♪
And I do believe
that your mother,
or whatever
you choose to call her
is ignorant to the fact
that I'm on to both of you.
And I'd like to keep it that way
for just a little bit longer,
so I can finish my job.
And everything I do is for us.
Everything I do is for you.
♪
A fighter pilot;
really?
Oh, they--they didn't really
let us fight in the w*r,
but, we--we tested the planes.
We would ferry them back
and forth across the country.
I mean, it was--it was still
really dangerous, actually.
Mm, I racked up more hours
than most commercial pilots
at TWA even.
A female fighter pilot
turned FBI detective.
I hope you don't mind me askin'.
Are you also a family woman?
- Well, yes, I am.
- [waitress sighs]
Well, I'll be.
A modern-day woman
who does it all.
- Miss, you are an inspiration.
- Oh, sh**t.
I won't be an inspiration
to my husband
if I don't get home in time
to make his dinner.
A woman still has her duties.
Oh, your money's
no good here, ma'am.
No, please,
thank you.
It's been lovely.
Waitress: Hm.
- [crickets chirping]
- [motor rumbles]
[crickets chirp]
Bob: Mabel Rogers arrived home
at 5:47 PM that evening,
and I could testify to that
with certainty.
You see, I was already glued
to the front window,
waiting, just waiting.
- [Gordon whistling]
- No, this can't be happening.
Ha-ha.
Mabel: I go out
to run some errands
and Gordon Rogers
is in the kitchen,
cooking up a storm?
You like me in the kitchen, eh?
- Not a bad look.
- [Gordon laughing]
- Where's Abbie?
- Ah, she wasn't feeling well.
So I told her to skip dinner
and rest a little.
- Oh, no.
- Mm-hm.
Should I go up
and check on her?
Mm-mm.
Isn't it
the motherly thing to do?
Gordon: I already
checked up on her already,
and she's got
a lot of teenage angst,
and--and anyway,
you know how that goes.
Yeah, I have to put
the stuff away.
Gordon: Oh, do you?
- Motherly feeling, huh?
- Whoa, Gordon!
[Mabel panting]
Ah!
[Mabel panting]
Bob: But you see,
I knew the exact time
Mabel Rogers arrived home
that evening
'cause our new daughter arrived
not but moments later--
Welcome home.
Oh, my God, you're gorgeous!
Social worker:
This is your new home.
- ♪
- [Mabel pants]
Oh, sh*t!
[panting]
- [chuckles]
- ♪
- Ah!
- [fridge clunking]
[moaning]
Bob: Thank you.
Thank you, great, great.
--and I would be her savior.
[breathing heavily]
Bob:
We would be her savior.
[breathing raggedly]
Bob:
All thanks to Gordon Rogers.
[moaning]
[breathing raggedly]
G-G-Gordon!
[breathing raggedly]
[whimpering]
♪
[panting]
[panting]
♪
This ham looks lovely.
Not bad at all.
♪
It's delicious.
[Mabel laughs]
Did you have a good day?
Yeah, I did.
And you?
I did.
- Mm.
- You seem happy.
I am.
And I feel happy.
I--I wonder why.
I don't know,
maybe I'm simply happy.
Yeah, yeah, maybe that's it.
This is just delicious, Gordon.
I don't know how you did this.
[laughing]
You seem so surprised as if
I couldn't even cook a meal.
Mabel: No.
It's really actually
not that hard.
All you have to do
is just--just apply yourself.
♪
You're a Jack of all trades.
No, just do what I have to do
to provide for my family,
even when my wife won't.
You're a wonderful provider.
Gordon: Mabel, did you hear
what I just said?
I said,
"Even when my wife won't."
[Mabel chuckles]
Do you know why I said that?
I said it because
you've been so g*dd*mn careless
with our lives
these past few days.
And now
Now, you must repent.
Bob: I couldn't help but think
that maybe one day,
some other man
might look at my family
the way I look at Gordon's,
with a tinge of idolatry
and a breath of optimism,
wondering,
"What goes on
behind those closed doors?"
What perfect family is this?
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
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