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♪ Your lust is a liar ♪

♪ Your ditch is deep ♪

♪ Put your hand to the fire ♪

♪ Soon you're gonna bleed ♪♪

I can't believe you.

You did such an amazing job.

That's two carats, baby.

Look at that. Look at it in the sunlight.

You better post that on Insta.

Oh, gosh.

I love it.

Can't be serious, bro.

That's a choice.

The fuck?

Baby?

Let's just come back.

- Nah, fuck that. - Malik!

Hey, brother, what's up, man?

How you doing?

I'm chillin' here with my girl,

and I just proposed, you know what I mean?

Condolences, man.

Look, you think you could give us the lake for just, like, an hour?

It's public property, bro, come on.

I'll buy you some big-ass mud flaps.

Just don't be a dick.

Malik!

Hillbilly motherfucker!

Malik, stop it! Stop it!

Stop! Malik!

Stop! Stop! Stop it!

Stop!

What the fuck was that?

What is that?

Baby?

Baby?

Baby. Baby...

♪ Walking in the streets of this town...

Oh. Hey, Lucky.

You doing all right?

Oh, I'm aces, Trish.

Never been better.

♪ I keep waiting and hesitating ♪

♪ To take her away...

Hey, boss, before I put this order in with Sysco,

uh, are we canceling the Hog Roast Hoe Down?

Now why would we do that?

It's just...

um, people were assuming...

'cause of what happened.

Okay.

Okay, let's talk about what happened.

Hub Halloran set me up!

And it didn't fucking work.

So anyone assuming I'm down for the count

can pack their shit up

and follow Maryanne out the door.

♪ And when she left...

No takers.

Okay.

You hungry?

I can have the kitchen fire you up something?

That ugly-ass green pickup out front.

That's yours, right?

It was a birthday gift from my dad.

How much you want for it?

Um...

♪ Looking for a place you might be found ♪♪

Night, Ed.

Love you.

Fuck me.

♪ Please give me your attention, I got a message for you ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ This is a new direction ♪

♪ Just hear me out till I'm through ♪

♪ I'm through, I'm through ♪

♪ I know you take your time, but the rhythm's so fine...

Ooh, no! No, no!

Ooh…

This is my favorite.

Oh...

you are beautiful.

God job, Midge. That one's beautiful.

♪ Now shake it my way ♪

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ - ♪ Now shake it my way...

Midge, you coming or what?

Yep, sorry.

I'll be right out.

Hi.

Girl, stop working at your own party.

My love language.

- Well, this is mine. - Oh.

And Mom made Dad spring for the good Prosecco, so...

bottoms up.

All right.

Thanks for being here to celebrate

Midge Kusatsu being named Atlanta's

best new pastry chef.

Now, we all know my daughter and I have had issues

with her life choices.

Stand-up comedy?

Cheaper than sending you my therapy bill.

I'm just glad you found something

that you're actually good at.

I love you, too, Dad.

To Love Bites.

To Love Bites!

Love Bites.

Help!

Help! Benji stopped breathing!

He's not breathing!

- Is he choking? - I don't know!

Come on, Benji. Come on, Benji baby.

Benji, breathe for Mommy.

Breathe for Mommy, come on, you can do it.

Benji, come on.

Just breathe, just breathe.

Okay, okay, okay.

The lymphoma started suddenly and is spreading so quickly.

It's in his lungs and-and we need treatment now.

Pl-Please, it's...

it's a covered procedure.

Under our platinum coverage, yes.

But you have our bronze plan.

What do I have to do?

The hospital won't schedule the procedure

without your pre-authorization.

Are you still there?

Yes, ma'am.

My baby's life is in your hands.

So I-I will pay you back every cent, I promise.

And I, I will sign whatever it is that you want me to sign, just...

Please, help us.

Have you tried speaking with your bank?

Thank you.

I tried, but Benji isn't eating.

Please, Mom, just keep trying.

Hey, how much for this?

Uh... one fifty.

Oh, um...

one hundred fifty.

For a rolling pin?

That is handcrafted from marble.

Worth 900.

Look, I really, really need the cash to treat my kid's cancer, so...

Congratulations on getting such a steal.

Thank you.

One fifty...

What are you?

H-Hey.

When hardships weigh heavy and life's but a frig,

no need's too small, no dream's too big.

Say bye to your worry, hello to your goal.

Fill me out to sell your soul.

Ha, ha!

H-Hey!

- When hardships weigh heavy... - Damn it.

- H-Hey! When hardships weigh heavy... - Shit.

- and life's... H-Hey! - Come on.

When hardships weigh heavy...

and life's but a frig, no need's to small, no dream's too big.

The fuck?

Say bye to...

Fill me out to sell your soul.

Ha, ha!

Fill me out to sell your soul.

Ha, ha! Fill me out to sell your soul.

Ha, ha!

Fill me out to sell your soul. Ha, ha!

Fill me out to sell your soul. Ha, ha!

Fill me out to sell your soul.

Ha, ha!

Midge Kusatsu?

Ali Khan, Pot O' Gold. But my friends call me Cosmo.

How did you people know my son was sick?

Straight to it, huh? All right, cool, cool.

Totally gonna hook you up with all the answers,

but first, your phone line works, right?

Need someplace to jack this in.

I'm broke, so if this is a scam, then you are wasting your time.

Pot O' Gold's the real deal, all right?

Saved me from the gallows and got me hitched to that smoke show over there.

Blow us a kiss, Sunshine.

Eat me, fascist.

Been married 54 years and she's still mad I voted for Thatcher.

One time.

Can you believe that?

Your corporate health plan will cover my baby starting immediately?

Yes, it will.

Well, then, Cosmo...

I'll pretend to believe whatever you say.

Shall we?

Yeah.

Are your terms of sales listed correctly?

Boss man's a stickler for the rules. He'll hold you to it.

Um, "For Benji to be cured."

Yep. That's what it says.

Groovy. Then we'll get this done and fax it in.

Who still uses faxes?

Only way to reach Corporate. Pot O' Gold's old-school.

When I started, it was telegrams.

Oh. And friendly tip:

When Benji suddenly gets better and people start asking how,

d-don't mention Pot O' Gold or your new job.

Not unless you like a bit of trouble.

What exactly i-is my new job?

Ah. Recruiting, mostly.

Later on, we might throw HR headaches at you,

like processing returns

or supervising bondsmen, shit like that.

But starting out, you'll be selling miracles in exchange for souls.

And I will be great at pretending to believe that,

but just to set expectations...

I'm horrible at sales.

I got fired from the Gap.

Hmm.

Then start with low-hanging fruit.

Yeah, that's what me and Sunshine did.

We used to stake out courthouses, hospitals.

Total bummer, but easiest way to meet your quota.

E-Excuse me, my quota?

The minimum number of souls you must collect per demonic cycle.

We'll fax you the details.

But a third will get credited to me, as your supervisor.

Just like I kick up a third to mine, and whoever you sign will kick up to you.

Pot O' Gold is a pyramid scheme?

We prefer "multilevel marketing."

And the key to closing any deal

is to understand your recruit's motives.

Fame and fortune or...

eternal youth and good looks.

But the best motive is love.

- Love? - Fastest path to Hell.

Selling your soul to help someone you love.

Look, I know that I said I would pretend to believe whatever, but...

Uh, it's cool. It's cool. I totally get it. Listen.

When I was sitting where you are, I thought it was a load of bollocks, too.

But look at it this way.

If it is bollocks, your son's no worse off, right?

But... if it's real...

maybe you're dancing at Benji's wedding

instead of burying him before his first birthday.

Thumbprint in the box.

Ow. Jesus.

In the box.

So what now?

You'll keep this fax machine and you'll fax in your collections as you go.

What is happening?

Oh, yeah. Reflections are gonna be trippy now you can see beyond the veil.

But you'll get used to it.

♪ In the afterlife ♪

♪ You could be headed for the serious strife...

- "Benji, please." - "No, help me."

"Oh, my God!"

When you finish with the labeling, go get changed.

Your auntie will be here soon to pick you up.

- Do I have to? - Mm. Benji Kusatsu,

your Tutu is counting on you.

I read her and her friends the same book every week,

and they don't even remember.

But she loves you,

and she loves that you're there and it's the kind thing to do.

- Mom... - Hey. What do we say?

- "Love is the way, keep the Devil at bay." - Words to live by.

Manny's mom says you're a religious kook.

Ah, well,

Manny's mom can come and say that to my face.

Who is it?

Oh, it's, um, someone I work with.

So, uh, finish up the batch,

and reme... one cookie per batch you bake.

You have too many rules, Mom.

Hey.

Finish up, get dressed.

♪ Oh, beauty, talent, fame, money ♪

♪ Refinement, job skill and brain ♪

♪ But all the things you try to hide...

- Get off my porch. - Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

Easy, easy, now.

I-I'm just admiring your...

Benji, is it?

Looks like he's growing up fast.

I tell you not to call me, so you show up at my home?

You need to see this.

Remember those sacrifices that I told you about?

There's a pattern.

Then call the hotline.

A 1-900 number charging ten bucks a minute?

No, I don't think so.

What do you expect? It's Hell.

Okay, look, I saw your old crowd fund site

and the articles about your son's... "miracle."

That's how they got you, right?

At first I thought that you'd come back from the dead, too,

but now I'm thinking...

you did something, to save Benji.

You don't know anything about me.

I know that you're president of the PTA, a deacon at your church.

It's hard to find a charity that you don't volunteer for.

Somebody is looking for redemption.

So what was it? Have to poison some cupcakes?

No.

Well, you don't hunt demons, I'm guessing, otherwise they wouldn't need me.

I collect signatures.

Just like someone collected mine.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

I tried leaving, once.

Started ignoring their faxes, fell behind on my quotas.

And then Benji's cancer came back.

That's awful.

I'm sorry.

But that's why I'm here.

I think I found something that can help us.

No, there is no "us."

"We" are not the same. I saw your intake form.

No, you, you were condemned to Hell for what you did,

but I chose it.

For love.

But we're both headed to the same place, right?

And you can hide behind their corporate signatures and quotas all you want,

but those are people that you are delivering to the Devil.

So go ahead and get off your high horse whenever it gets uncomfortable.

At least I didn't rope my mother into it.

I did what I did to protect my son,

just like I'm protecting him now from you,

and from ever learning about what it is "we" have to do.

And if you doubt how seriously I take that responsibility,

then you have wildly underestimated me.

Now...

get the fuck off my property before I count to three

or I will send you back to Hell myself.

One...

two...

She should want to help me.

Pot O' Gold is threatening her boy.

Well, I wouldn't know a thing about how that feels.

Yeah, but I'm talking about

twistin' a mama's love to trap her into, you know...

Trap her into doing things she never conceived possible on God's green Earth?

Yeah, uh, I'm sorry that I got you mixed up in this.

And, uh, I really do

appreciate you sticking with me here.

So, thank you.

Well, ride or die, son. That's what family's all about.

Ride or die, Mama.

Now hurry up and get back to Landry.

This next demon broke through at Lake Rovere hours ago,

and this one gives me the willies.

Am I right? That it's either fire or air?

Air. It's called a Slypharis, gives its victims the "kiss of death."

Oof.

- Huh. - What?

Oh, nothin'.

Maryanne's tracking my phone.

Guess that means she's thinkin' about me, right?

I think it means you're a cheapskate who's still on her family plan.

Well, she says she was gonna come back after all this is over.

Then step on it, lover boy. I'm not getting any younger.

Find anything?

Came through here, all right.

- Must be headed east. - Why east?

Because "air" is on the right side of the pentagram.

So I'm gonna leapfrog ahead, s-see if I can't make it come to me.

- Well, how you gonna do that? - The river is that way.

So, unless it's one hell of a swimmer,

it's gonna have to cross the Henderson Bridge.

Help. Help!

Please, please!

Please.

Please.

Fuck me.

Please do something! Please do something! Don't hurt me!

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Please! Help me!

Get me out of here!

Help! Do something!

Hang on!