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- No, no, no, no, no.

Uh, it w... it was great until you did that nasal thing.

I need you to be an authentic replica of me

and not a rude impersonation.

Okay, let's take ten, and then we'll run the whole show.

You, a word.

I'm keeping all the nightly performance fees,

but what tips you make are yours from now on.

The honor to perform as you is enough payment alone.

Cut the bullshit.

You're doing me a solid here,

but I've got better things to do than sing background

for blow jobs and teabagging.

So, the new business is going well?

Hardly.

Kathy, you have a phone call.

- Sounds urgent. - See what I mean?

Nonstop.

Hello?

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

We're closed.

The sign outside says you're open.

Ugh! I forgot to turn it around.

Both my psychics quit on me this week.

You want your fortune told,

order something from the Chinese restaurant across the street.

I don't want my fortune told.

I came in because of the help wanted sign.

Are you willing to work a night shift,

10:00 to 3:00?

2:00 is when all the boys come out,

and they love talking with readers.

Get a few drinks in them, and suddenly

they want to know the future.

It's getting crazier lately.

I wouldn't be surprised if it had something to do

with all the disappearances.

I'll do whatever it takes.

I need a paying job.

I'm Fran.

Do you have any experience with tarot cards, Fran?

Not really.

I'll take that as a no.

You need to fill this out.

Tarot deck plus instructions.

Come back tomorrow night

with a decent working knowledge of the cards,

I'll start you right up.

Don't you want to know if I'm a psychic?

I already know. It doesn't exist.

If psychics were real, they'd be millionaires

from playing the stock market.

This is entertainment, honey.

A carnival show.

Cheaper than a shrink and guaranteed to make your day.

Oh, the most important thing is that the customer leaves

feeling better than when they came in,

so no bad news.

Crazy wealth.

Trip to Paris.

Romance with the guy or gal of their dreams.

Do that and you're gold.

By lying to vulnerable folk who are desperate for help?

By telling them what they want to hear.

What, you think they walk in to learn they have lung cancer?

They want a reason to get up in the morning.

Well, I've never been one to fake an orgasm,

let alone fake optimism about the state of the world.

You know, actually,

I think I might be a little bit psychic.

Sometimes I have these dreams,

and then I read about something in the paper the next day...

That's fascinating, Kreskin.

See you tomorrow?

I mean, on the one hand, this seems kind of sleazy,

but on the other hand, what she says makes sense.

It's entertainment.

I mean, that's what movies and TV shows do.

I mean, the last part of the hour of Trapper John,

he always saves the sick little girl.

Well, I guess you talked yourself into it.

All right,

what do you think?

I think you need the money, and this sounds like a good gig.

I mean, you can't live on freelancing at The Native.

Figure out the fucking tarot cards yet?

I can't tell The Devil from The Hanged Man,

but I'll get it.

And I need something to get me

through this shitty summer.

Well, I got something that can get you through.

Come over here. Let me tear off your clothes.

No. No...

No. I've got to study these cards.

I mean, I at least have to make it look good.

But you know what? I'll come by before work and say hi, okay?

And maybe I'll even give you a free reading.

Bye.

Everyone s

Hormones pumping, making you crazy.

But I've never been more centered or happier,

despite everything that's going on.

Probably 'cause you're already a little crazy to begin with.

The hormones just sort of level you out.

You're gonna be a great mom, face it.

That's a lucky kid.

Especially since it won't have me as a father.

Well, technically you are the father.

I am your father.

What are you doing?

Correction, I am the sperm donor,

and I'm perfectly happy about that.

What do you think it's gonna be?

A boy or a girl?

What if we don't have to guess?

I don't believe in that stuff.

Let's go in, it'll be fun.

Come on.

Oh. Hi.

Fran?

- What are you doing here? - I work here now.

Wait, don't you work at The Native?

Well, I write some articles for them.

Somebody had to get the word out.

Fortune telling, government conspiracy theories...

I'm guessing you're a UFO fanatic as well.

Everything I told you about Plumb Island is

the God's honest truth.

Did you even bother following up on any of the leads I gave you?

What are you two even talking about?

I've been looking into some of it.

Then maybe we've been brought

back together again for a reason.

This place draws you in.

It chose you just the way it chose me.

Okay. Let's get out of here.

You're with child.

Well, that much is obvious.

But that question in your heart,

I can tell you what it is you want to know.

Fuck it.

One card, one chance,

and then we're out of here.

Okay.

That question that you have...

hold it in your mind while you cut the deck.

It's important to have that energy in the cards.

Huh, the queen of pentacles. Okay.

- What's it mean? - It's been a little while.

Oh, okay, pentacles are connected to the earth.

So that should be good, I think.

Good for what?

Uh... the ten of swords.

Hmm. What's that mean?

Okay, forget about that card. Never mind.

Okay, come on, let's go.

No, no, no. No. No. No, wait.

Ah, The Empress.

This is connected to feminine energy.

Have you been wishing for a daughter?

I'm not sure.

The cards always tell the truth.

I don't know how they do it, but they do.

Listen, for ten bucks,

I'll answer anything you want to know.

No, I'm-I'm good.

Come on. You're the one

who wanted to come here in the first place.

Fine.

I lost a friend recently.

We're not even sure he's dead, but he's been missing,

and with all the murders...

Say no more.

Okay, the Death card doesn't mean literal death.

It can mean the end of one part of your friend's life

- and the beginning of another. - I don't want to do this.

Okay.

Let's go back to Hannah.

Energy transfer and all that.

What are the odds of that happening?

Hmm.

I mean, that makes no sense.

There's-there's only one Death card per deck.

Whatever you're doing, this isn't funny.

I'm not doing anything.

Yes, you are, you're upsetting my friend.

This doesn't make any sense.

What kind of business do you think you're running here? Huh?

Please don't go. There's got to be some kind of an explanation.

Upsetting a pregnant woman. Huh?

Come on. We're going.

Let's go.

I'm sorry. Come on. I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

Um, I think I had some bad sushi,

and I got a parasite or something.

I haven't been able to keep anything down for weeks.

Isn't that concerning?

Maybe we can hold off on the diagnosis

until after the parties have signed.

Honey?

Are you okay?

Honey?

Do you think you could just give us a moment?

- What is it? - I don't know. I just...

Please don't do this, Barbara.

This is the right thing. You know it is.

No, I don't know it, that's the problem.

Just throwing everything away like this,

it just feels like we're making a terrible mistake.

It's more than that. We don't have a marriage.

Who cares if we don't do all the things

that husbands and wives are supposed to do?

I want more than that.

So should you.

Honey, we will always be friends.

We will always, always care for each other.

But...

we cannot stay married, Barbara. We cannot.

I can't.

Oh, God.

Look, I know...

I know you're scared.

But you will find somebody perfect for you.

We need to do this, honey.

We need to.

For both our sakes.

Well, one thing hasn't changed.

I still want you to be happy.

I feel the same for you.

Oh, God. Honey?

Honey?

Hey!

Where am I?

In the hospital. You passed out.

- I did? - Right after you signed.

Whacked your head on the floor.

Scared the shit out of me.

- I'm sorry. - No, come on. It's my fault.

I pushed way too hard.

No, I'm sorry that I need you to do something for me.

I, uh, did something terrible.

What?

I got a dog.

What's so terrible about that?

He's a papillon.

But wait until you meet him.

He's so cute, but he's been inside all day,

and he hasn't had anything to eat.

I'm sure he's peed all over the apartment.

Okay. Say no more.

- You don't mind? - I do.

But I'll go anyway,

because despite everything

we're still gonna be there for each other.

Thank you.

Ow.

Hey, puppy.

What are you yapping at, huh?

I'm Mommy's friend. Don't bite me.

Okay. Come-come on.

Okay, okay. Shh, shh, shh.

Come on, come on.

Come here. Hey, come here, come here. I got you.

I got you, I got you. Okay, okay, okay.

Come here. Okay.

Come here. Okay, good boy. Good boy.

It's the police.

Oh, no, no.

No, no.

No! No!

No! No! No!

Oh, shit!

Yep, what the fuck is right.

Two times, this giant freak tried to kill me.

Giant freak?

It's the same motherfucker I shot in Central Park.

He was here, in that closet,

and he came for me.

What's funny?

What?

Nothing. No offense.

Wait outside.

So?

"So" what?

Is there anything to it?

Was this just a little tryst gone wrong?

You're really asking me that?

I never saw this guy before I shot him in Central Park,

and he was just in Barbara's closet.

How did he know I was here?

How did he get in?

Did your wife... sorry, ex-wife...

- Know that you were coming here? - No.

It was not her, and this was not a lovers' spat.

This guy... this thing...

Came for me,

and I-I don't think he's gonna stop.

My, uh, my wife is here

for her four-month ultrasound with Dr. Kornblatt.

She'll be in good hands. Hello, Mr. Whitely.

Hello, Dianne.

Adam?

I know we hadn't discussed me being here,

but I got off early and I thought I'd surprise you.

Dr. Kornblatt, good to meet you.

You came at the right moment. You have a very healthy baby.

- Everything looks perfectly normal. - That's great news.

Your wife insisted on a blood panel.

It's an extensive set of tests.

We don't have all the results yet, but we should probably

go over the ones we do have.

I'll be right back.

Why is he talking to you and not me?

And what are you doing? Why are you here?

What's with these tests?

I had a nightmare last night.

I dreamt I was giving birth to something with tentacles.

It's because of that stupid tarot reading, isn't it?

- What are you seeing? - Nothing.

I'm just noticing you have a slightly low red cell count.

How low?

It's nothing to get alarmed about.

Probably just a slight case of anemia.

We'll do some follow-ups,

get it all sorted out.

- Okay? - Okay.

What's the matter?

After the fire at the bar,

when I took blood samples from the burn victims

at the hospital,

they all had low red blood cell counts.

Including me?

I wasn't sure if the results had been corrupted

or if the immune systems had been affected by the fire.

We were doing more tests.

Then why would you have the same issue?

That's what I don't understand.

Hey, are you sure you're up for this?

I can go in on my own.

Yeah, I'm okay.

But, uh, brace yourself, it's bad.

Okay.

Oh, hey, your lights are, uh, not...

Hi! Aw, my big guy!

What a big boy!

You're so tough.

Oh, God, Patrick.

Was this person following me to hurt me,

or to get to you?

I don't know.

Let's get you some clothes.

No, no, no. Don't bother. I'm staying here.

What? No, you can't.

No, no, no. I don't want to go to a motel, or worse,

my sister's or anywhere else.

I want to stay in my own home.

- God. - I don't think that's a good idea, Barb.

You told me the cops swept the building, right?

There's a police cruiser parked right out front.

Yeah, they'll be outside all night.

Right, well, then I'm safer here

than probably anywhere else in the whole city.

Plus, I've got this guy, right?

To protect me.

Come here, buddy. Look at this.

I'm gonna be perfectly fine.

I just have to give him a name.

I love you.

So, uh, what does the low red blood count mean?

She said it's harmless for now,

but it's showing up in everyone's blood work,

including her own.

Is it something I need to worry about?

The only thing you need to worry about...

- Hey. - Is saving room for dinner.

Come on.

I've got a surprise.

So...

after you told me what happened,

I thought you and I could come together

for a more positive experience.

You know, uh, maybe she can tell us more about our relationship.

You're out of your fucking head. I'm not going back in there.

Come on, I loved that whole Death card thing.

You can't deny me that.

Maybe it's some kind of joke to you,

but it really freaked Hannah out.

Gave her nightmares.

Now you're only making this easier for me.

Come on.

My boyfriend's an asshole, that's why I'm back.

After Adam told me about the reading you gave him and Hannah,

I knew I had to see you in action for myself.

I'm really glad to see you again.

You left in such a hurry, I couldn't tell you

how bad I felt about everything.

It was not done on purpose.

I'd actually feel better if you told me

it was all some sick scam, but...

- okay. - Great, bygones.

Can we get a reading?

That's what I'm here for.

- No instructions this time? - I've had so many customers,

I could draw this deck from memory.

I can do a dual reading.

Each one of you will cut the deck once.

Oof, that doesn't look very good.

It suggests self-evaluation.

An awakening.

It's a great card.

Hmm.

It's not the first time I've been called the Devil.

I like your attitude.

The Devil can be playful and fun.

He represents the questioning intellectual.

Who's gonna die?

You!

What is this?

It's just the subway.

It's right beneath us.

Easy, baby, it's the A train.

No, what is that voice?

What voice?

Do you want me to get a new deck

and-and start from scratch?

No, no, no. Sorry.

Sorry.

Welcome back, Gino.

You're looking like yourself again.

After all the shit I've been through,

who would've thought that fleas would be the thing

to send me to the hospital?

Don't worry, I had the place fumigated.

How you doing?

That Fran who's been working here,

she's, uh, moonlighting as a psychic on Christopher Street.

She scared my friend the other day,

and I-I just went back again,

and-and it was just... weird.

Adam, you don't actually think

that she's really a psychic, do you?

She's got this thing.

I don't know how she does it,

but she-she connects with your fears

and then lays them out on the table in front of you.

Your fears?

You'd have to see it for yourself.

Sounds like a scam.

What if she's right?

What if we're all doomed?

- Gino? - Hey, Fran.

What are you doing here?

Oh, what's the matter, you-you can't read my mind?

Oh, you two know each other.

I had no idea.

Huh.

Well, there's no tougher customer than I,

and Fran is a gifted clairvoyant.

Uh, I know Fran all too well.

I'm-I'm pretty sure she's not a psychic.

And you, you claim to care,

but then you're over here running a scam,

taking advantage of people's pain to make a quick buck.

What's wrong with you people?

Gino, I can run any business I please.

I'm serving the community.

My bathhouse and my tarot shop are holistic enterprises.

Oh, this-this is ridiculous.

Well, if you don't believe it, sit down for a reading.

I'm not gonna waste my time with this nonsense.

What are you afraid of?

Excuse m... I'm not afraid of anything.

Then sit down.

Fran, take your lunch.

I got this.

As you can see,

we use a standard tarot deck.

78 cards.

Every card has a different meaning.

Yeah, I know how tarot works.

Well, then you should also know

that the fate of the cards is in your hands.

Cut the deck.

Sorry.

Let's try this again.

Shuffle the cards and turn them over yourself this time.

You're an angry man, Gino,

and your life is spinning out of control.

You tell yourself this anger is caused

by the state of the world,

but you know it's because you are dying.

Everyone around you is dying.

I can smell it.

I can smell the decay.

It's a black hole sucking in everything and everyone.

You want to save everyone,

but you're just a scared little boy yourself,

someone who desperately wants to be loved.

Do you think anyone can love you

when you have no soul to love?

Turn around, Gino.

Someone wants to meet you.

Shall I kiss you?

Shall I kiss you and make this all go away?

No!

This is all an illusion.

I... I have a soul.

I know what love is.

The only illusion is that you think

you can escape your destiny.

I love Patrick.

And Patrick loves me.

How can he even know you?

But don't fret.

He's dying, too.

Stop!

Oh.

Barb, it's me.

- Barb.

- Whoa.

- She's fucking dead. - What are you talking about?

She's fucking dead!

- Calm down, sir. - You fucking son of a bitch!

You fucking son of a bitch!

The sedatives will kick in soon.

It's not as bad as it looks.

I know what you're thinking:

"How could it possibly get any worse?"

Well, it could be for nothing,

which is worse.

You don't understand, you don't have the full picture.

And that... that's my fault.

This isn't about taking your life.

It's about giving your life meaning.

It's about being a part of something,

something that's bigger than yourself,

something that's important.

You and I,

we're gonna change this city.

I'm just so glad I can finally talk about it.

God,

I've been on my own for so long,

I'm starting to go crazy.

In two weeks' time,

New York will hold its annual Pride parade.

The city proclaims to the world that it's

a welcoming place to all of its gay citizens.

That everyone has a place here.

That all are safe and protected by its institutions.

That no one is left behind.

Some people actually believe that shit.

And so,

this year, I've decided that the parade will mean something.

For the first time,

it will be honest.

Let me show you.

It will be honest because...

he will be there.

He's our change.

Our protector.

A sentinel.

Made from the people this city despises.

They will be transformed, as you will be,

into agents of change.

So, you see, it isn't as bad as it looks.

He's almost ready,

but he's missing two very important parts:

the seat of the soul

and the heat of the loins.

Now...

Decisions, decisions.

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