All language subtitles for Strange.Angel.S01E04.The.Sage.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.H.264-AJP69_track3_eng

[dog barking, birds chirping]

I hate that you have
to work weekends.

Well, you think Mayor Shaw and
his cronies take any days off?

Off to fight
the bad guys, Daddy?

Hi-ho, Silver.

[laughter]

♪

♪

The explosion tore the cast-iron
casing of the pipe bomb

into pieces no bigger
than eight millimeters.

That's basically buckshot.

And it takes what we call
in my field "high explosive"

to produce that level
of debasement.

I-Is this speculation
on your part, Mr. Parsons?

No, sir.

Scientists don't speculate.

Through a series of
controlled detonations

at my Arroyo Seco
testing facility,

I was able to match the exact
same blast pattern found

in Inspector Raymond's driveway.

DISTRICT ATTORNEY:
Um, "controlled detonations"?

I blew up junkers
from the scrapyard. [chuckles]

That's a lot of effort
to go through.

I wanted to leave
no room for doubt.

Like most people in this city,
I'm sick of leaders

who make the rules while
they get to live above them.

[gallery murmuring]

Through meticulous
experimentation,

I was able to identify
the exact fuel type used

to bomb Inspector Raymond's car:

dry, compressed nitrocellulose
of the insoluble variety.

The very same explosive found
in Officer Kynette's basement.

JUDGE: Order. Order.No.

[gavel banging]Order. Order!

MESULAM:
Interesting. Hmm.

Not quite.

Slight calculating mistake,
but...

it is very promising work.

So we're approved, then?

Not yet.

Shame Mr. Parsons
couldn't get the day off.

It is his section
that raises the most questions,

not surprisingly.

His job is not the problem, sir.

Jack actually decided
to volunteer

to be an expert witness in
the Kynette bombing trial.

Um, he was summoned
to court this morning,

but he didn't want to hold up
the delivery of the proposal.

He thought his work
would speak for itself.

He's right about that.

But look.

Red fuming nitric acid
as oxidizer?

[laughs]I checked his equations.

And Richard's cooling system
can control the reaction.

It's not volatility
I'm worried about.

It's price.

At projected burn rate,

fuel will cost more
than prototype itself.

Too bad he's not here
to make his case,

instead of doing civic duty.

RICHARD: He doesn't give
two figs about that, sir.

He just likes the title
that they gave him.

What, "witness"?

No, sir.

"Expert."

REPORTERS:
Mr. Parsons! Mr. Parsons!

The name's Jack M. Parsons,
gentlemen.

That's P-A-R-S-O-N-S.

And I'm the head
of Caltech's first-ever

rocketry research project.

[reporters clamoring]

[camera shutters clicking]

♪

♪

♪

[piano playing]

♪

[horn honking outside]

[exhales]

That's a heck of a parking job.

We don't get to pick
our neighbors.

No, our daughters, either.

Thank you for looking
after your sister.

Daddy doesn't think I'm old
enough to stay on my own.

I remember you being
left alone even younger.

Yes, "alone."

Susan didn't have a boy in the
house till she was in her 20s.

I told you, Jeffrey was only
over to help with my schoolwork.

[sighs] She is too
naive for her own good.

She doesn't understand when
boys want things from her.

Well, I will be at

the church retreat all weekend;
here's the number

if there's any problems.

I-I could call the tow company.

I'll take care of it.

Have a blessed weekend.

[car door opens, closes]

[engine starts]

[music playing nearby]

Oh, my, is the music too loud?

When I work, I need
something to move to.

Uh, the car, i-it's blocking
the whole driveway.

My husband will be
coming home, and...

Mrs. Parsons.

[laughs softly]

I am so sorry
about that.

I made a real hash
of that parking job.

Please, come inside.

What'll you have?

[door closes]Sorry?

You're not one of those
temperance gals.

Oh, no, it's just...

Look at me getting ahead
of myself.

Maggie Donovan.

Ernest's wife?

One and only, I hope.
[laughs]

It's nice to meet you.

And you.

I feel like I owe you something

for being so welcoming to
my Ernest while I've been away.

He told me you made him
that banana bread?

Uh, yes.

Do you know,
it was still sitting

in the fridge when I got home,
covered in mold.

[music stops]

Ugh, he is really
too much sometimes.

How about a glass
of water?

[water running]

Oh. I work costumes
at RKO Pictures.

The movie studio?

Have to bring my work
home with me sometimes.

Here's that water.

Now, tell me.

How has Ernest been settling
into the neighborhood?

I'm-I'm sorry,
I-I really need to get back.

Uh, my sister's
staying this weekend,

and I'm under strict orders
not to leave her alone.

She's a lot younger than me.

Well, another time then.

We should all have dinner.

Really get to know each other.

Uh-huh.

There must've been
a dozen of them, maybe more,

all shouting questions.

And guess who introduced himself
to me outside the courtroom?

Clifford Clinton.

Mr. Civic himself.

He shook my hand
and told me my testimony

may have just saved the city.

Can you believe that?

Should be in all
the papers tomorrow.

That's great, Jack.

Well, at least
someone was impressed.

I met someone new today, too.

Mrs. Donovan.

You're kidding.
She lives?

Not only is she alive,
she's... not what you'd expect.

What do you mean?

She-she was friendly.

Charming.

And she dresses just like
Katharine Hepburn.

Well, I'll be damned.

It doesn't fit,
a woman like that

being married
to a man like Ernest.

Hey, you know, I didn't
just take this case

to impress Clifford Clinton.

Now that I've saved the city,
Caltech is gonna have to pay

for the privilege of having
such a touted expert on campus.

Jack, we can't;
Patty will hear.

We can be quiet.

[laughs softly]

Jack, listen to me,
I-I've been thinking...

Jack.

How long are you gonna
keep this up?

You've been keeping your
distance from me ever since

we went to that...
thing, whatever it was.

I feel like you're
punishing me.

I'm not.

I realized you're right,
about having a baby.

It would be too big
of a distraction,

with everything else
you have going.

Especially since your project
is still awaiting...

We've just submitted
the proposal.

It's happening any second.

I know, I... I just think
it makes sense to wait

until things are
a little more certain.

Okay.

But we can still...

We can't, actually.

I'm pretty
sure we can.

I mean to say, we shouldn't.

Father Shelby says it's a sin.

You're gonna take
the words of a priest

over the needs of your husband?

I know it won't be easy,
but I think it's what's right.

Doing one without the other,
it's not what He intended.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Nice costume.

You might want to check
your calendar, though.

Halloween's tomorrow night.

Ha.

Hey, when are you gonna
introduce me to your wife?

[engine starts]

Anyone happen to read the paper
this morning?

RICHARD:
We all saw it.

That's some position
you gave yourself.

JACK:
The guy misquoted me.

"Co-head" probably couldn't
fit in the caption.

'Cause the picture they got
of you wasn't big enough.

Rich.

You don't really think
I'd forget about you.

It's not just him
you forgot.

RICHARD: We don't care
about the article.

Mesulam had concerns
about the fuel,

and you weren't there
to address them.

Well, that's too bad,

but I can't control
when I'm called to testify.

You didn't have
to testify at all.

You could've been here,
focused on our work

instead of chasing
the spotlight.

You think
I did this for me?

Caltech can't very well
shut down

our project now that it's
a matter of public record.

Oh, really? You did this
for the good of the team?

Think of the publicity
we're getting.

Rocketry's mentioned
at least five times.

Goddamn it, Jack!
You don't seem to understand...

ALICE: Gentlemen?
[clears throat]

Am I interrupting
anything?

Professor Mesulam asked me
to drop these off.

I saw your picture
in the paper, Mr. Parsons.

Very dramatic.

Finally, someone
appreciates it.

Thank you, Alice.

The professor wanted me
to emphasize

that tomorrow's event
is black-tie.

Event?Mm-hmm.

JACK:
The Athenaeum?

Uh, is this Halloween
or April Fools'?

Just make sure to be on time.

And remember, dress to impress.

[chuckling]

Maybe Jack wasn't wrong
about the publicity.

Perhaps is was our proposal.

Who cares why we were invited?

We made it, Rich.

The goddamn Athenaeum!
[laughs]

Yeah, I guess you're right.

What the hell are we gonna wear?

Well?

Don't think of it
as your father's.

He never put it to good use.
Think of it as the tuxedo

your grandfather bought
so you could come into your own

in the very same room
Einstein ate in.

[chuckles]

You do know Einstein's not
actually gonna be there, right?

Neither will you if you
keep standing there gawking.[chuckles]

Don't make the break
too heavy.

He's a scientist,
not a jazz man.

SUSAN:
Patty, how's it coming?

I only used
the sports page.

Figure that's good
for half a size.

Here you are, Johnny.

Thanks, Patty.

How does it feel,
darling?

I wish we'd had time to
get a professional tailor.

JACK: No. Susan
worked her magic.

The only thing
that doesn't fit is

that Marvel wore
something so nice.

Marvel never
filled this out.

He didn't have your frame.

I think he looks like
Chaplin in The Tramp.

[Jack scoffs]
Patty,
go get ready for dinner.

Don't you listen
to that girl.

You look just like
Clark Gable.

Doesn't he, Susan?

No, not like Clark Gable.

He looks...
like the man of my dreams.

Ruth, would you mind getting me
some more black thread?

It should be on
my sewing table.

Of course.

Anything else you require?

You okay?

Remember, it's only dinner.

You're not the one
giving the speech.

I know.

I just mean don't worry
about making waves.

Just try and soak it all in.

RUTH:
Here you are.

Enough thread to mend
the Pope's vestments.

Thank you.

[excited chatter]

[car radio playing]

[horn honking]

Quite a night to
keep me waiting.

It's only our entire future
that hangs in the balance.

You didn't hear?

[stations changing]

RICHARD:
We're under attack.

REPORTER: ...German scientific
bodies offering assistance.

Astronomers report continued gas
outbursts at regular intervals

on the planet Mars.

The majority voice the opinion

that the enemy
will be reinforced

by additional rocket machines.

There have been several attempts

made to locate Professor Pierson
of Princeton,

who has observed Martians
at close range.

Did he say Martian?

It's Welles.
He's doing War of the Worlds,

but he's playing it
completely straight.

Damn.REPORTER: Scouting planes report
three Martian machines...

Martians storm the Earth
the same night

we storm the Athenaeum.

[laughing]

REPORTER: Heat ray's
not in use, although...

Too bad we can't be
in two places at once.

REPORTER: They seem to be
making a conscious effort

to avoid destruction of cities
and countryside.

Looking sharp, fellas.

You as well,
fearless leader.

That suit's something else.

That come in a 40 regular?[Chiang chuckles]

This Zhongshan was
hand-tailored

in the Huangpu district
in Shanghai.

[chuckles]
Well, I guess I'll have to

stick to my Gibson and Wolfe.[laughs]

After you, fellas.

Hey, act like you belong.

'Cause tonight, we finally do.

Told you I'd be back.

Enjoy your evening, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

How many Nobel Laureates
you think are here?

CHIANG:
I count at least two.

And one very soon to be.

CLEVELAND:
There you are.

You had us worried.

Be on your best
behavior tonight.

No mention of your
past transgressions.

Professor Mesulam
hasn't told you?

Where is he, Gilford?

Here, Professors,
thank you.

[chuckles]

I will explain.
But first, drinks.

Oh, thank you.

Thanks.

Over there is the
esteemed Herr Breitner.

Don't all look at once.

Like many colleagues, he has
emigrated from Germany,

finding Nazi regime
unaccommodating.

Josef Breitner of the VfR?Yes.

That man worked directly
with Wernher von Braun.

Which is why every
university in America

now vies for his services.

Seems like it's not
just the universities

that are interested.

I count at least two stars
on that major general's uniform.

Mm-hmm.

Due to growing
interest in field,

and possibly new
sources of funding,

administration felt
it necessary

to introduce our own
highly valued rocketry team.

[chuckles]

With respect, sir,

we work in a broom closet
and don't have two nickels.

Don't you get it?
We're show ponies

being trotted out
to make this place look

more cutting edge
than it really is.

Does this upset you?Not in the least.

And since we're
so highly valued,

maybe we can discuss
getting our proposal approved.

You have keen grasp
for politics, Mr. Parsons.

[laughs] Perhaps you
have learned something

from time at City Hall.

[dinner bell ringing]

Cheers.

Cheers.

Maybe we should start making
our way to the dining room?

I'd hate to miss
the beginning of the talk.

[dinner bell continues ringing]

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

MAITRE D':
Pardon me, sir.

Could I see your credentials?

I showed my invitation
at the door.

Your Caltech credentials, sir.

This man is my guest.

Those are the only
credentials he needs.

I'm very sorry, Professor,
but we've received a complaint.

Wait here.

MESULAM:
Gentlemen...

You guys go ahead.

Are you sure?

He was touting himself as an
emissary of Caltech in the press

and he's nothing
of the sort.

PROVOST: If we hope
to impress upon our guests

that we are serious
about the field,

we cannot have an interloper

giving them
the exact opposite impression.

I'm not questioning you,
Provost.

JACK:
Professor?

Jack, please, a moment.

It won't help
to make scene.

I wasn't going to.

Not with the proposal
under consideration.

I may not be welcome
at the party,

but that doesn't mean
I can't toe the party line.

Jack? Wait.

Come on, Richie.

It wasn't so grand
in there, anyway.

We can still catch
War of the Worlds.

You're leaving?

Yeah.

Thought it'd be best
not to make any waves.

Yeah.

It's probably best,
for the project, I mean.

Which is why I think
that one of us should stay.

Breitner's work with
regenerative cooling

could save us months.

Yeah. Sure.

Stay for the project.

And like you said,

there are two
huge events tonight.

You can finish the end
of the Welles broadcast,

and I can tell you
all about Breitner.

Divide and conquer.
[chuckles]

Yep.

Divide and conquer.

DAVID: Dinner is about
to be served, sir.

OPERATOR [over radio]:
This is Newark, New Jersey.

Warning! Poisonous black smoke
pouring in

from Jersey marshes.
Reaches South Street.

Gas masks useless.

Urge population to move
into open spaces.

Automobiles use Routes 7,
23, 24.

Avoid congested areas.

Smoke now spreading
over Raymond Boulevard.

OPERATOR 2:
2X2L, calling CQ.

2X2L, calling CQ.

2X2L, calling 8X3R.
Come in, please.

OPERATOR 3: This is 8X3R,
coming back at 2X2L.

REPORTER:
2X2L, we read you.

The Martian tripods
have landed in Pasadena.

The famed Caltech campus
is under attack.

[heavy thudding]

What is that?It's a flying saucer.

[people screaming, shouting]

♪

Here you go, mister.

Poor sap thought
that broadcast was real.

Drank himself sick thinking
the world was ending.

Too bad it was all a fantasy.

Who you supposed to be, anyhow?

The costume.

Costume?

[scoffs]

♪

How does that look?

Come over here.
Take a look for yourself.

Well, ain't this just the exact
same setup we had in Culver?

I suppose.

Would you prefer
something different?

No, this is fine.

Just fine?

It's great.

All right.

But can we talk
about the pictures?

What's wrong with them?

One of these
doesn't belong.

[phone rings]

Donovan's.

Who is this?
Is this some kind of trick?

I'm gonna hang up now.

Ernest, wait. It's me.

Sorry. Can't.

Maggie and I are setting up
the house tonight.

Well, I guess the man of will
breaks all boundaries

except the ones put there
by his wife, huh?

[quietly]:
Where are you?

Stay put.

[phone clicks]

You're going out?

The neighbor.

The scientist?

Yeah, he sounded upset
about something.

Wants me to grab a beer.

Should I have
told him no?

You don't need
my permission, remember?

You just have
to tell me the truth.

And that is the truth.

And when I get back, you and I
shall set up the bedroom.

[chuckles]

[sighs][door opens, closes]

I had an invitation.
I had the tux.

I looked the part.

And they still called
me an interloper.

You called it right
from the beginning.

Somehow...

you knew that they would
never accept me.

If you just wanted
a shoulder to cry on,

you could've gone
home to Susan.

No way.

I can't face her.

I didn't make any waves.

Just like she said.Are you done?

No. Hey, come
on. Sit down.

Let's get another
one, please.

BARTENDER:
Coming up.

You know what she said
to me before I left?

That I looked like
the man of her dreams.

What am I now?

Drunk.

Yeah? Well, maybe you're
not drunk enough. Huh?

You know, I-I got to go.

I told Maggie I was
just having a beer, so...

Come on. It's Halloween.

It's the devil's night.

Let's let off some
steam. Come on.

I'm sorry. I can't.

Because your wife
won't let you?

It's more complicated
than that.

Oh, yeah? What's so
complicated about it?

The guy who moved in across
from me wouldn't have cared.

He didn't even have a wife,

at least not one
that wore the pants.

[laughs]
Literally.

Hey, you know something?

You promised me Magick...

but you're just as fucking
hamstrung as the rest of us.

You want to go out?

Let's go out.

Now is your turn to impress.

Try not to think too much
about what is riding on it.

Herr Breitner,
a moment, please.

These are the young men, uh,
we have been telling you about.

Ah, the pioneering
rocketry team, is it?

The honor is all ours,

Herr Breitner.

We have been following your work
not just through your papers

but in correspondence

with Herr von Braun himself.

You write Wernher personally?

Uh...

yes.

Um, I've-I've sought
his a-advice

ever since I was a boy--

well, well,
teenager, really.

In-in fact, our
prototype, um,

borrows heavily from the
liquid propellant tests

that you did
with Von Braun.

Well, let's hope this prototype
of yours is more impressive

than your choice of pen friends.

Yes. I-I-I hope so, too.

Though, compared
to your work that you did

at the Hochschule Berlin,
it's peanuts.

I mean, there is promise.
Th-There's some promise,

but that-that's really for
Professor Mesulam to decide.

We haven't even built it yet.

You haven't built it?

I was led to believe that
you were much further along.

The boy is being modest.

The fact is,
the rocketry team

just had their
prototype approved.

Now, if you'll excuse us,
we have a reception

at the president's house
to attend.

Come.

Excuse me.

It appears,
in order to save face,

you get to build yourself
a rocket.

PIERSON: As I set down
these notes on paper,

I'm obsessed by the thought that
I may be the last living man...

It's only been five minutes
since the last time you looked.

If you're bored, we can
play a different game.

No, this game's fine.

[knock at door]

[muffled]:
Trick or treat.

...these monstrous creatures
in the world

now seems part of another life,

a life that has no continuity
with the present,

furtive existence
of the lonely derelict...

Here. Some caramels.

Now!
Hey.

BOY:
Come on!
Hey.

Throw another one!Hey, what are you doing?

[boys laughing]

You little shits!
Come on!

Run, run!
MAGGIE:
You didn't even give her
a chance to pay you off!

[sighs]

You see, this is why
I stand guard with a hose.

It's cheaper than candy
and more effective.

Here. Get out
of harm's way.

Oh.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

Halloween sure brings out
the worst in people.

Especially in this neighborhood.

Sorry. What a thing to say
to someone who just moved in.

It's really not that bad.

Well, it can't be.

You all live here.

[chuckles]

You know, I think it's great

that Ernest is becoming friends
with a man like Jack.

What do you mean?

Well, Jack is a lot
more, um, upstanding

than most of the guys
he socializes with.

Although they've picked a hell
of a night to go out drinking.

But he... he can't
be with my Jack.

Jack's got an important
event at the university.

Oh. Well...

I wouldn't worry.

If anybody was lying,
it would be my Ernest.

Of course,
he doesn't call it lying.

He calls it
living his own truth.

[sighs]

Well, that just
about does it.

I don't see any
mess left. Do you?

Oh.

If anyone tries any more
tricks, they'll pay the price.

[footfalls receding]

Patty?

[distant laughter]

♪

Patty!

Did you put them
up to this?

[chuckles]

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with you?

[wolf whistle]

Is this what
you had in mind?

[men whooping, laughing]

[whooping continues]

[car engine rumbling]

Jack?

Jack's not with you?

Oh, I just assumed
that he would be here.

Did he go out again?

He never came home, Richard.

He was meant
to be with you.

Before you get
cross, um...
What happened?

Well, please, Susan, um...

there was a misunderstanding
and Jack was turned away.

Turned out to be a
Caltech-only event.

They invited him
only to turn him away?

Why? It's so awful.

I don't know.

Politics?

I couldn't leave with him.

You understand? It... it was
important that I be there.

I'm sure.

I'm sorry. I-I don't know
where he went after.

It's okay. I think I might.

Thank you
for stopping by, Richard.

I-I really hope that
I haven't caused any problems.

Jack has had a really
tough time up there.

[car horn honks]

[whistles] Hey.
Come on, Richard.

Bars are closing.

Hey, um, tell him
that I-I stopped by

to share the good news.
That'll cheer him up.

What good news?

Didn't I say?

No, you didn't.

Oh.

We've been approved
the prototype.

It's all happening, Susan,
just like Jack said.

[car door opens and closes]

[men whistling]

ERNEST: Women are suckers
for a well-dressed man.

Easiest way to fool them
into thinking you got money.

Joke's on them.

I don't have any money, but I've
got this old betting slip.

Never know. The horse
might've come in.

I've never seen death
look so beautiful,

except the gal
at that mass of yours.

You mean the one
you ran away from?

You gonna run away
again tonight?

Wasn't planning on it.

Good, 'cause...

we're not here
just to watch.

Don't worry. I'll
lend you the money.

No, it's not about the money.

I'm happily married.

[laughs]

I know why you called me.

You got a taste of something
at the lodge and you want more.

So, are you going
to step up...

or are you gonna
show yourself out

like you did
earlier tonight?

Go home to your
wife, Jack.

Hold on.

Susan ran away. Not me.

See you
on the other side.

[women moaning]

All right. Yeah.

[zipper opens]

[zipper opens]

WOMAN:
What's the matter, corazón?

I'm over here.

So you like to watch.

Dios mío,someone's
at attention.

Who got you
all worked up?

Was it Shirley?

Or your friend?

It's okay.

We get you type of guys in here
all the time.

What type of guy?

Jesus.

Just tell me what type of,
type of guy you think I am.

[bell rings]Carlos!

Ayudame.
Tell me!

Tell me what kind of guy
you think I am.

Back off, pal.

[clattering]
Aah!

You better get your hands
off of me!

You take your hands
off of me!

Take your hands
off of me!

Was that the same boy
Virgil caught you with?

You can talk to me.

I'm not Virgil.

No, you're just his spy.

Is that what you think?

I think you're gonna tell on me,
so, yeah, I do.

When have I told on you?

Are you kidding?

You mean when I still lived
at home?

You were a child.

It was my job to teach you.

Well, for your information,
it wasn't.

The same boy.

Patty.

What?

I-I don't want
to tell Virgil,

but this really isn't
appropriate behavior.

No wonder Jack
stayed out so late.

He wouldn't have had any fun
here, that's for sure.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

You're just a bratty
little girl.

See?

I just...

I care about you.

I want to make sure you're
making the right decisions.

Now you really do
sound like Daddy.

[engine turns off]

No one else has to
know about tonight.

Probably shouldn't have had
so much to drink.

♪

[loud thumping]

[thumping continues]

♪

Must've been quite a night.

Yeah.

It was something else.

I know.

Richard stopped by.

Oh, yeah?

What did he say?

That your proposal
had been approved.

That's unbelievable.

Did he say anything else?

He was over the moon.

I wish you'd been
here to hear it.

Yeah, I do, too.

I'm so proud of you.

It's me.

Frater E.D.

I need to see him.

I'm impetuous. I'm impulsive.
I'm impossible.

Just when it seemed like
he was starting to understand

what we could do for him, wham!

He acts like it's all
some big mistake,

blaming it on the goddamn booze.

You didn't wake me up to tell me
about a failed recruitment.

You're here for you.

Now, remember, stay
as still as possible

and talk only
about yourself.

I'm angry.

I lost control.

I am...

I am...

I don't know what I am.

[camera shutter clicks]

ALFRED: You say your workings
with this man

have brought nothing
but frustration,

yet the camera tells
a different story.

Do you think
it's a coincidence

that you experienced this
intense anger towards him

the same week
your wife returns home?

Maggie accepts
what I do here now.

This is not about her.

What is it about?

Every time I try
to help the guy,

he makes me feel like a freak.

How you conduct yourself

is dictated by your will.

The real question then is

do you think yourself a freak?

Because I don't.

I-I don't believe in putting
a label on desire.

Thelema teaches us
to look beyond

such restrictive
categorization.

Each person we love is
a different-shaped key.

Each key...

unlocks a different part of us,

but only one sets us free.

You have always seemed
to me to be like water,

constantly changing,
able to take many shapes,

forever seeking definition.

Is it any wonder then you
are drawn to this man,

this alchemist, whose job
it is to play with fire?

Your anger at him
belies something more...

essential.

As the Master
Therion tells us,

all our suffering arises
from the great schism

between two primary
forces of existence:

male, female,

the masculine, the feminine,
the dark, light.

It is only in the union

of our opposites

that we are freed from
this pain and made whole.

I believe you have found
far more in Mr. Parsons

than an acolyte.

I believe you've found...

your liberation.

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