Jarod? Jarod. Danger.
Hate! Hate destroyJarod!
Very good. Very good. You sound like two angels.
And I can't wait to hear you at the rally.
- Thanks, Daddy. - All right. I gotta get you two home, okay?
You got a big weekend ahead ofyou. Finish your homework?
- I did, but Kati didn't. - 'Cause I was too busy doin' yours.
Okay, that's enough of that. We have plenty of time before we go to bed.
Okay, let's hear you practice that song again.
- Daddy! - Uh-uh. Practice makes what?
- Perfect. - All right, here we go.
Very good.
- Evenin', Pastor Jones! - Daddy!
Listen, gentlemen, I'd appreciate it...
if you all just turn right around and go back where you came from.
That's not very friendly comin' from a civil rights leader famous for preachin' unity!
- No, no. It's okay. - Of course, some of us have a different opinion...
about the world bein' under one big rainbow and such.
- Yeah! - Who are they?
- Back inside now! - I saywe show Pastor Jones the light...
the way we see it!
- Go on! - Let's go. Get down.
Get down. Get down!
Get down!
Make 'em stop!
It's okay.
Grab that end!
Set it right here.
Get out!
- Make 'em stop! - It's okay. It's okay. Daddy's here, baby.
- This is your last warning! - Nobody wants unity with you people!
Get the hell outta here while you still can!
Why do they do this to us, Daddy? Why?
- Okay, baby. Okay. - I think we made our point.
Yeah, I think they get the message this time.
There are Pretenders among us.
I was taken from my family.
Thirty-six hours and he's already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.
How many people died because of what I thought up?
Since I broke out, I've spent every moment searching for my past.
He's a Pretender-
A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.
- The Centre wants him alive. - Preferably.
- He defends the weak and abused. - Life's a gift.
- You a doctor? - I am today.
Angelo's gone postal.
He's going through the evidence from Jarod's old Pretends, and he's flippin' out.
- The little freak's possessed. - Has he said anything?
Plenty. But none of it makes any sense.
Fire! Fire!
Like I said, he's possessed.
Fire burn! Jarod! Must help Jarod!
Angelo.
Jarod.
- What's wrong? - We must save Jarod.
From what?
From fire. From hate.
Hate kills.
Hate will kill Jarod.
Must save Jarod.
What do you make of it, Syd?
I believe Angelo thinks that someone from Jarod's past...
is going to try and kill him.
Jarod. We must save Jarod!
The question is, who?
- I'd say we learned Pastor Jones a lesson or two tonight! - Whoo!
Well, a little visual aid always helped my third-grade students get the point.
I'd say a burning cross is a lot more effective than a filmstrip.
I guess we showed him the light, huh, Jarod?
If a picture's worth a thousand words...
a flamin'cross is worth a mouthful!
Yeah!
It oughta be against the law to have that much fun.
In fact, I believe it is against the law.
- It beats the hell outta sellin' life insurance.
I say we go celebrate!
No, nobody's goin' anywhere. Change of plans.
- Is there somethin' wrong? - While you were all out playin', I got a call from the general.
The general?
What'd he want?
He's comin' in early. He could be here anytime.
So, why's that change our plan?
'Cause he's got a new mission. A bold message.
One that's just not gonna be heard around the country.
It's gonna be heard around the world.
- That sounds big. - Yeah, it is, Donny.
And on account of that, he wants each of you here when he shows up.
- We gotta stay here all night? - Wait. We can't go anywhere?
Until he shows up.
Y'all been recruited from outside the state.
The general's worried you go into town...
and you'll stand out like a raccoon in a henhouse.
Now, I got a little gift here from the general...
he wants us to use to deliver our message.
- C-4 explosive? - Yeah.
Well, that packs a hell of a punch.
Damn right. You're our demolition expert.
You're gonna rig us up a little device to dis-unify this unity rally!
I'll tell you somethin', boys.
When we're finished, the partyin' ain't gonna stop.
Yeah!
Yeah! Whoo!
A flag down at 4581 Prospect Street.
How long has this craziness been goin' on?
Several weeks ago, we organized a unity rally.
This event's supposed to bring together...
people from the community from all walks oflife.
Well, after support grew, that's when we started receivin' threats.
- What kind of threats? - Warnings.
- Tellin' us to call off the rally. - And when you didn't?
That's when the acts of vandalism began...
leadin' up to last night.
Look, Pastor, the rally's tomorrow.
These types probably aren't going away. Maybe-
Maybe what, Sheriff? Huh?
Maybe we should just give in, huh? Give in and just call the whole thing off.
No, Sheriff. That's exactly what they want.
Postpone it. Think about your girls.
You know, Sheriff, when I was 13...
I saw a man beaten and dragged behind a truck...
and nobody did nothin' to stop it.
Not even me.
That man lived for three days...
the whole time prayin' to die.
That man, Sheriff, was my big brother.
See, if you don't fix this kind of hate...
it will destroy everyone that it touches.
It's because of my daughters I gotta do this.
So yes, sir.
Yes, I will be at that rally tomorrow with my church...
and my family.
Any progress?
Angelo senses that someone Jarod brought to justice...
is going to try to kill him.
We're trying to find out who by letting him empath...
various items the Centre recovered from past Pretends.
I'm certainly not surprised someone from Jarod's past wants to kill him.
In fact, that's a hell of a long line, and it starts behind me.
Hey, look. That's the dress the Black Widow was wearing.
The one that Jarod took down for murdering her husband.
She certainly has enough reason.
And she did try to kill him once.
Does he think it's her?
I want this to be over.
I know you do.
Jarod? I love you.
Jarod's in danger! But not her. Not a woman.
Syd, does he even know what he's doing?
Jarod doesn't know.
Angelo is systematically evaluating and eliminating individuals in Jarod's past...
with the most intense feelings of hatred for him.
Then we need to keep this from Lyle and Raines.
They'll only interfere with Angelo's progress.
Then we'd better move fast, because, uh, secrets aren't kept long around here.
If Angelo can successfully isolate the potential killer, he can take us to him.
- And to Jarod? - Hopefully in time to save him.
Even better, in time to catch him.
Hey, turn that damn thing off, will ya? Jungle music.
Can't even listen to the radio anymore without hearin' that crap.
Ain't you about done with that thing?
About.
Just make sure it works.
- It'll work. - It better.
We're gonna make this damn unity rally a wake-up call.
General says that when the blood of all them sons of Cain...
flows through the gutters, our people will unite.
See God's will to exterminate all the parasites...
who are sucking the life out of this country.
- Amen, brother. Amen. - Amen.
Transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream!
That my four little children-
Why do people hate other people because of the color of their skin?
I don't know, Jarod. It's called racism.
It's important that you learn what's wrong in the world...
as well as what's right.
I have a dream that one day-
Are they taught to do this?
In some ways, yes.
Jarod, there is no simple solution to racism.
But there is. Stop hating.
It takes time and compassion.
Do you understand this, Jarod?
- I understand it, but I can't accept it. - I have a dream-
What's the matter with you, boy? You look like you seen a ghost.
No, brother. Just seein' the light.
There. It's finished.
When we pull this off, you're gonna score big points with the general.
I'm gonna take this into town...
make sure it's all in place for tomorrow.
I don't think so.
- Nobody's goin' into town till the general arrives.
I don't wanna make anybody suspicious.
I'll take care of this from now on.
You want somethin' to do, finish reloadin' those shotgun shells.
Now, wait a minute. The plan was that I would set any explosives that we used.
Well, the plan changed, hotshot.
General's orders.
He wants this set special.
He wants the preacher's girls to be the message.
He wants us to kill them?
Yep. He's gonna put an end to this unity crap once and for all.
I have tried every possible avenue to contact Jarod.
- No response. - Sydney, I think Angelo's on to something.
I hope he doesn't find the bullets.
The gun belonged to a mid-level thug- a Joey Melino.
Killed an undercover cop. Jarod sent him away.
Word from prison is, Joey's not too happy about it.
Maybe he's paying someone to kill Jarod.
Angelo, what is it?
There is danger! Death! Hate! Hate getting closer toJarod!
Oh!
Jarod doesn't want hate. Doesn't want to kill.
But someone wants to kill Jarod!
Did you really think I wouldn't find out who you are? Huh?
Jarod!
You're a dead man, Jarod! You hear me? You're dead!
Ooh, you need to chill out.
Listen, Jarod, I'll give you anything you want.
- See ya. - Jarod, no!
- Let us out! - He's dead! He's dead!
You're dead! You're dead!
Angelo, is it Joey?
No, not- not Joey! Someone hates Jarod more.
Hates others. We must find soon.
- This is going nowhere. - Jarod will die!
Patience, Parker.
Angelo is narrowing down the suspects.
Must find soon, or Jarod will die.
We don't have time to be patient.
Finish them shells, Jarod. We need another loser at the table.
You been cheatin'. You gotta give me a chance to win.
- Everybody's cheatin', Donny. - Who's cheatin'?
- Delbert. - Yeah!
What you got? What you got?
- Let's move along, man. - No, no, no, no.
Two pair. Two pair. Two 10s, two sixes, and all mine, partner.
Look. Five. Two aces. A pair of aces.
Just give me three more.
Attaboy.
Look at that thi ng.
Goin'somewhere?
Yeah. To get a little black powder to pack around the C-4.
I thought it might give more impact visually.
General wants to use napalm.
- Napalm? But that wasn't part- - Nah, no buts.
His plan, his cause- We do things his way.
You got a problem with that?
Hell, no. I'm a believer.
I just like to know what's goin' on. That's all.
And right now what's goin' on is you're stayin' here.
- Yes- - General's orders.
- Yes, sir. - Luke.
- What? - You got another message from the general.
- There a problem? - As a matter of fact, there is.
He has word one of us isn't exactly who we claim to be.
Sounds like one of us is a traitor.
General said to tell you no one leaves till he gets here.
All right.
You boys get back in the house. We'll sort this out when the general shows up.
Hey.
God bless Kati and Daddy.
And God bless Momma up in heaven. Amen.
- Amen. - Amen.
All right, you two. Time for bed.
Daddy's angels got to rest those voices for the rally tomorrow.
Why do those people hate us?
What did we do?
Here. Sit down. Come here, baby.
Listen.
You didn't do anything wrong. You hear me, sweetheart?
You did nothing at all.
People hate... 'cause they're afraid.
They're afraid of things that they don't know.
Things that they don't understand.
That's why this rally is so important.
- Understand? - Mm-hmm.
- You sure? - Yes.
Good. All right. Let's get to bed.
Get some sleep, and we'll see you in the morning. All right.
Mm. Night. Uh-oh. Got it? Daddy got it.
Mm. Loveyou.
Daddy?
Can you please close the window?
Sure, sweetheart.
And lock it.
There. It's locked.
- Good night. - Good night.
AnywordonJarod?
- Looks like Saturday night at your house, Broots. - Huh?
Angelo's trying to empath Captain Robert Saunders.
He's the one serving 20 to life at Leavenworth, thanks to Jarod.
Captain Robert Saunders. Textbook sociopath.
As well as a convicted rapist and murderer.
He certainly fits the profile.
And he's on record as having sworn to get back at Jarod.
Jarod sure knows how to pick his enemies, doesn't he?
- Yes, he has a penchant for pissing people off.
Saunders!
Hates Jarod!
Wants to hurt Jarod!
What's the matter, Saunders? You look scared.
- Who's in here? - Just demons in your mind.
Stevens, is that you? Hey, this is crazy!
Well, gotta go now. Have fun in your own private little... hell.
Don't leave! Come on! Let me out!
Saunders hates Jarod, but... not him.
Someone else hates Jarod more.
It's hard to imagine it could get much worse.
Broots! Hurry!
There's no time left for Jarod!
Angelo, calm down! I've never seen him like this.
Can't calm down!
Hates Jarod! Hates Jarod!
Hates Miss Parker too!
All right. He's here.
Jarod, get them damn beer bottles outta here.
General, we're glad you're here.
General.
Sir.
Everything's ready for tomorrow, sir. We're just waitin' on your word.
Just like you ordered, none of us have left.
We're all here to help you figure out who the traitor is, sir.
Well, that won't be necessary...
will it, Jarod?
What the hell is this? You gonna stand there or cut me out of this?
I spent a long time making that thing.
- You cut me outta this now, or I'll blow you away.
Guess your clip's empty. Gotta go. Hurricane's comin'right through here.
You're dead! You're dead, you son of a-
Matter of fact, we go back a long way, don't we?
Last time we were together, there was a hurricane blowin'.
Let me tell you somethin'.
That storm ain't got half the fury that I got left in me right now.
Traitor!
Yeah, get him! Get him!
Gentlemen, we're back on schedule.
Bartlett's the guy that tried to kill Jarod... and you.
And almost succeeded.
I had tracked Jarod to the middle of the Everglades...
where we were trapped together in a hurricane.
So that's the net Jarod used to capture him.
Took more than a net to hold an animal like Bartlett.
Honey, I'm home.
Bartlett, Angelo. Is he the one who's going to kill Jarod?
Bartlett. Must stop Bartlett.
Bartlett hates Jarod. Hates everyone.
Bartlett wants to kill. Wants to kill Jarod.
- Sydney, help Jarod now. - Parker, we have to do something.
Broots, call the Florida Bureau of Prisons.
- Find out if Bartlett is still in custody. - Okay.
Bartlett is a racist sleazebag...
who would kill his own mother.
Syd, we have to find him.
If Bartlett finds Jarod first, he will kill him.
And ruin my chance.
Let's just pray we're not too late.
Jarod, the Lord works in mysterious ways.
See, you were his instrument to have me thrown into jail...
where I could come to see his purpose in my life.
And then through his divine providence, I was set free...
so that I could unite my people and cleanse this country.
And now here you are, dropped right in my lap.
- Manna from heaven. - You're sick, Bartlett.
You're so consumed with hate, you'll destroy yourself and everyone around you.
No, Jarod. I'm not sick.
Misunderstood, yes. Persecuted like the prophets of old, yes. But not sick.
What do we do with him?
I'll take him out in the woods and send him to his judgment.
You don't need to dirty your hands with this.
Let me do it. It'd be my honor to take this Judas to his justice.
A true apostle.
Do it down by the creek and just leave his body there.
Dust to dust.
We have things to do for the unity rally tomorrow, don't we?
There are gonna be a lot of people singing the blues tomorrow.
- Get him outta here. - Come on. Come on.
Let's go.
Let's go!
Let's go.
Go on! Get down! Get down on your knees!
You can't do this!
I hope I didn't scare ya too bad.
Well, I gotta check my pants. But I'm still alive.
I'm undercover too. Georgia State Police.
A.T.F., federal task force.
We've been after Bartlett ever since his conviction for murder...
and civil rights violations were overturned.
Some Fed popped him for those. My guess is that was you.
Guilty.
I had no idea he'd been released. Do you have a plan?
No, Bartlett's changing everything. I'm completely cut off from the outside.
Look, we go back in there right now, we can pop him for conspiracy.
No. We catch him in the act of setting those explosives, we can put him away for life.
If we don't stop him, he's gonna kill Pastor Jones's little girls.
Here. Here.
You go back in there. You keep him company.
I'll think of something. And, uh, good luck.
Good luck.
He didn't beg... much.
Well, that's too bad. Takes some ofthe fun out ofit.
I should've known. Jarod crossed the detonator wires.
This thing would've never gone off.
Well, look at that. Ain't that pretty?
A little C-4 and napalm-
That oughta make quite a little statement.
Yes, sir, it will. I'll just run that into town.
You tell me where you want me to place it.
No. This is my vision. My calling.
- Then we'll do it together. - I said it was my calling.
I do it alone.
You boys just be ready tomorrow.
Be ready for war.
I'd like you to meet someone, Jarod.
You're a girl.
- Why did you save my life? - Because...
I still remember the little girl who gave me my first kiss.
I found out something on Bartlett. He's been released from prison.
Let me guess. His conviction was overturned on a technicality.
Exactly. But while he was in prison, he started a violent white supremacist group.
- And? - And rumor is he's in Georgia...
and he's organized a march in opposition to a unity rally tomorrow.
- Then let's stop the son ofa bitch. - Okay.
And get Jarod.
- Here to repent, brother! - Jarod?
- Now who's singing the blues? - I'm so sick to death ofyou!
You have more lives than a barnyard cat.
But this is gonna be your last one.
You weren't able to take the rounds out of my clip this time.
Well, I am sorry to disappoint you...
but guess who reloaded those shells?
I must have forgot to put shot in them.
You son ofa bitch!
Oh, by the way, I owe you this one.
Oh, Bartlett?
Bartlett?
Wake up!
Jarod, what the hell is this?
Think of it as your cross to bear.
And since you so enjoy burning crosses...
and terrorizing innocent families...
I thought it might be fun for you to experience terrorfor once.
Like you were going to do to those two innocent little girls!
I wasn't gonna scare 'em. I was gonna kill 'em!
Don't make me laugh.
Now, we've been through this before, Jarod.
You're not gonna do anything.
You ain't got the heart for it.
Now, that bitch you were with before- She could do it.
Yeah.
Well, you see, it's not heart that I need to burn you at the stake.
It's another part of my anatomy.
And let me tell ya, I got those.
You'll never get away with this! I got people out there.
Luke and the boys. Luke! Luke!
You know, something, Bartlett?
You're not as smart as you think you are.
You had two infiltrators in your group.
Luke was an undercover cop with the Georgia State Police.
The rest of your apostles should be in custody just about now.
- Damn you! Damn you! - No! Damn you!
You can't do this! Please don't do it! Don't do it! Don't!
Help! I don't wanna die!
No! No! No!
Don't burn me alive! Please!
Jarod, I'm sorry! Please! I don't wanna die!
Jarod, I'm begging you! Please, not like this!
God! No! No! I don't wanna die!
Someone help me!
Help! Help, Jarod, please! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
Dear God! Please! No!
You know something? You're right.
I don't have the heart to kill.
Or the hate.
Mmm.
Have fun... rotting in prison.
You start speaking in tongues...
and I'll send you on to the next life right here and now.
Sorry. It kinda reminds me of goin' with my cousin Newt...
to the Slippery Rock Church of the Great Redeemer when I was a kid.
Hi. Thanks for comin'.
- Sorry. Standin'room only. - We're not here to worship, Reverend.
Pastor. I'm Pastor Jones.
Pastor Jones, we are looking for this man. The name is Jarod.
We believe he's involved in a confrontation with a racist named Bartlett.
I'm sorry. Never seen him before.
Now, I do know about Bartlett. If you wanna talk to him, try the State Penitentiary.
Good. I hope they fry his ass this time.
Well, ma'am, it's my hope and prayer...
that one day Bartlett will choose to end that life of hate.
And start the healin'...
that only love and forgiveness will bring.
- Better pray for all of us. - God bless you.
Pastor Jones, thank you kindly.
We're outta here, Syd. Looks like their guardian angel's come and gone.