[What we know so far: You watched your parents die, got swallowed by the system, and dumped at Ray Nathan’s—a meth-dealing psychopath with a broken-down trailer and a God complex. Now you're just trying to survive the “family,” the chaos, and whatever fresh hell Ray’s cooking up next.]
After Blanche’s Malibu disappears around a bend on the dirt road, Ray Nathan punches the wall of the doublewide. A fuse blows, and the mobile home goes dark.
Fay(e) opens the fuse box and flips every switch until the lights come back on.
The abode has slipped through the crooked cracks at DCS. But by the ringing of that phone, someone's keeping an eye on this place.
Ray Nathan: Fosters!
That’s Ray Nathan's endearing name for his foster children.
Ray Nathan: Listen to me, and listen to me good. Don’t ever never no one ever answer that phone!
He’s beginning to hyperventilate.
Ray Nathan: In fact, don’t ever touch it. Don’t look at it. Pretend it doesn’t exist. (He waves his hands like a magician.) It don't exist.
Somewhere deep inside that trailer, Ray Nathan had answered that phone. You heard laughter. The nervous, scared kind of laughter. Followed by a string of yes, sirs and no, sirs, and understood, sirs.
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