All language subtitles for Mrs.Davis.S01E05.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

- Mr. Schrodinger,
welcome back.

- It's been ten years...
- Since you went missing.

- How do you know all this?

- Anything you
want, just ask Her.

- Mathilde is bringing the
Grail to a body of water.

These women in pantsuits,

they're preparing for
some kind of transfer.

- You better not be
making trouble, Clara.

- Where did you get these?
- Mrs. Davis.

- This is for your
traveling companion.

- Where did you get those shoes?

I will free you as
soon as you tell me.

- This isn't who you are.

- Do you want to
know who I really am?

- Holy shit!

- I need you to
do a favor for me.

- What if I say no?

- Then you're
breaking your vows.

- Is that the pope?

- Felipe here has a
beef with your hubby

because he blew
him off for Clara.

- Jay never told me
that he knew her.

He just said she was the last
person to have the Grail.

- Tell her about the tape.

- There's, like, a mystery tape

that has something to
do with the Holy Grail.

- The red-haired woman?
- Wait for it.

- It's a commercial?

What the...

Jay?

What the hell?

Hey. What's...

Hey.

- Oh, my God. Did
somebody hit you?

- Oh, no, no.

Show me.

I got into a fight,

which I lost, because, you know,

I'm a lover...
- Hey, careful, careful.

Not a fighter. You get it.

Hey, wait. Whoa, whoa.

- Did He do this? The Boss?

- It wasn't the Boss, Simone.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

- Then who was it?

Because I will kick
their ass, husband.

I will kick it good.

That's very noble of
you, wife, but I'm okay.

Comes with the territory.
I'm used to it.

- "Comes with the territory"?

Who wants to beat
up Jesus Christ?

Ah, I get all kinds in here.

People come to talk.
Some want comfort.

Some just want to kick my ass.

- And which kind is Clara?

The red-haired woman who, uh,

was last in possession
of the Holy Grail,

who I've been looking
for this entire time?

You said, "I think
her name is Clara,"

as if you didn't serve
her food right here,

at this very counter.

- Who told you?

- Uh, Wiley.

Via the Pope.

So what does Clara
come here for?

Ass-kicking? Talk? Comfort?

- Simone, I'm sorry.

I already told you, I can't
talk about my other...

- The other relationships.
Yeah, I know.

But the thing is, you can
talk about this relationship

because it's in the best
interest of our marriage.

- I understand,
but I really can't.

- Why, because the Boss
is gonna come out here

and give me a stern talking to?

I'd like to see Him try!

Can you stop with the thunder?

Simone, please, don't do this.

- Are you married to her too?

What kind of vows did she take?

- You know I can't
talk about this, okay?

- Do you love her?

I love everyone!

I love everyone.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to raise my voice.

It's not me.

Excuse me.

- I love you, husband.

But I am on the verge
of finding Clara myself,

so if there is something that

you need to tell me before I do,

now is the time.

- Wait, where are you?

- I'm going to see
a man about a cat.

- This is where the
Algorithm said he'd be?

- That's promising.

Oh, fuck me!

- I said I didn't
want to be rescued!

Get away!

- Hey, hey, hey, okay!
- Hey, hey!

- Nobody's here to
rescue you, young man.

Put... put the
fucking sword down!

- Put... put yours down first.

- Same time?

Oh, God.

- Who are you and
why are you here?

- We're looking for Clara.

- Never heard of her.

- No, that's bullshit.

We know you know where she is.

We saw you on the tape.

- What tape?

- Show him.

- "Buns Are the New Guns.

15 Ways to Pump that Rump."

- Shit. Wait, what?

Hold...

Oh, no.

No, no. That's...
something else.

- Is it recording?
- Those are your feet.

- Okay, can you point it at me?

- And that is Clara.

- Father Hans Ziegler...

- And that is your cat.

- By now, you understand that
I have in my possession...

- You can see, right
here on the collar,

it says, quite adorably,

"Cuddled and cared for by
Dr. Arthur Schrodinger."

Yeah?

That's not my...

I can't help. I'm sorry.

- Hey. Hey!

Arthur, I am on a
very important quest

to find the Holy
Grail so I can destroy

a dangerously
powerful Algorithm,

so powerful, it
knew where you were.

Because apparently...
Kay, so you were rescued

and you decided
to come back here?

What... it's not my
business. To each his own.

But if you know Clara... And
hey, I know that you do...

You can help us.

Are you serious? Is he serious?

Yeah, I don't know.

But, Lizzie, I think we should
probably forget it, right?

- "Lizzie"?

As in short for Elizabeth?

- Yeah.

- Elizabeth Abbott?

Are you Preston Wiley?

- How do you know our names?

- I tried to spare you, but
it brought you right to me.

- Spare us from... no, no,
no. We don't require sparing.

Just... just tell
us where Clara is,

and we'll be on our way.

- She's closer than you think.

But before I tell
you where she is,

you must first
understand who she is.

And that story, her story,

it comes with a warning.

And if you choose to
go through that door,

there will be consequences.

- You sure about this?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- Okay.

You stay, I stay.

- Okay.

- Consequences it is.

- Protein.

For the buns.

Watch out for the...

- Bones.

- You okay?

- When I first met Clara,

she'd just left the
Sisters of the Coin.

- The what?

- The Sisters of the Coin.

The top secret organization.

The protectors of
the Asset. The Grail.

The... the banker women.

Oh, for fuck's sake.
- No, no, no.

- Do you two know anything?
- We do know the banker women.

- We know the banker
women. We know the...

- How 'bout you just
start from the beginning?

- Once upon a time,

there was a young girl

with a head full
of fiery red hair.

I know it is before her time.

She will not be a bother.

- You should get inside.

They are waiting, Mathilde.

- So hang on.

Mathilde, does she
also have red hair,

great skin, wields a knife?

- How do you know Mathilde?

- Lizzie kicked the
shit out of her.

- No, I did not. I
was following her,

and I thought she was Clara.

- No.
- No, she's not Clara.

But she is...

- Maman?

- Do not call me maman
when I am at work.

- She's her mother? I
did not see that coming.

- I did.

- Mathilde is Clara's mother,

but she wasn't exactly maternal.

- You are going to stay
in this spot, Clara,

and under no circumstances are
you to go through those doors.

- Oh, she's definitely
going through those doors.

- Yeah, Lizzie here doesn't
respect boundaries either.

It's kind of like
a recurring theme.

- A recurring theme?

- Oh, you can't help
yourself. Locked doors?

- No.
- Are you kidding me?

I didn't even bother
wrapping her presents.

This one peeks.

- 'Cause you always gave
me terrible presents.

- You didn't hate
everything I gave you.

- What are you...

- Yeah, you heard me.
- Stop it.

- Sorry.

Please continue.

- Thank you.

And while Clara spent
that long summer day

at her mother's work,

she saw some curious things.

- That woman has
the... the Grail

hidden in her fake belly.

That's what I saw at the lake!

- Oh, what, you
get to participate,

and I have to shut up?
- Both of you just...

I'm trying to describe
the curious things.

- Sorry. Go ahead.

- Maman?

- Now, Clara could
have called out,

made it known that
she'd been forgotten.

But yes, you're right.

She went through
the bloody doors.

And what she saw in there

would change her life forever.

- Why can't you
follow the rules?

I told you not to
come in here, Clara!

Now I must kill you.

- Holy shit!
- Whoa! What?

- Whoa, she killed
her own daughter?

- No. Not okay.
- That escalated so quickly.

- No, no, wait. Wait, no.
- Kick the shit out of her...

- No... no, she didn't kill her.

But what came next, what
Mathilde was now forced

to subject her daughter
to, was a fate far worse.

- I am not a banker, Clara.

I am a Sister of the Coin.

A member of a secret
organization of women

who have worked for centuries

in financial
institutions as a means

to hide our true agenda,

the care and protection
of the Asset.

The Asset came to
us millennia ago,

when two apostles of the Christ,

each claiming it as
their own, they dueled...

Resulting in both their deaths.

And so the asset

was held in trust
by their widows.

These would become
the first Sisters,

bankers tasked with
looking after the Asset.

- But it is just a bowl.

Why does it need looking after?

- Because, Clara, it
is not just a bowl.

It has a temper.

If it's not properly cared for,

bad things happen.

- So the Grail was responsible
for the eruption of Pompeii?

- Well, the Sisters
certainly believe so.

The Grail was apparently nearby
when the tragedy occurred,

which is why they developed
the Articles of Care,

rules that they must follow
to keep the bowl appeased.

- So they treat a
bowl like a baby?

- They're its mothers.

- Exactly.

And the Sisters believed

that if they didn't
follow the rules,

there'd be adverse consequences.

So if the Grail wasn't kept in
a state of perpetual motion,

for example, it would
emit a foul odor.

- Ah, so the baby
Grail gets fussy,

you gotta take it for
a drive in the car

so it doesn't make a boom-boom.

- Don't mock the rules, boy,

especially not the most
important rule of all.

- Thou shall not sip.

- Why do you do this, Maman?

Why did you care so
much about that bowl?

- Because I took a vow,
as my mamandid before me,

and because I said I would.

You are not cut out
to be a Sister, Clara,

for to be in
service of the Asset

is to do whatever it takes.

But now that you've
seen all this,

and I would rather not kill you,

I have no choice but
to begin your training.

You will study the
Articles of Care,

and you will learn
how to execute them,

though I doubt you
will be any good.

- Then I vow

to prove you wrong, Maman,

whatever it takes.

- Clara spent the
next several years

at a special academy,

training to become the
most capable sister.

- A special academy.
That's cool.

Kinda like Grail Hogwarts.

- Yeah, no offense, but
can we just fast-forward

to the part where
we're talking about

the sneaker commercial, please?

- Very well.

Right you are.

As the skies rain fire,

the Sisters must acquire

and invest with mind and heart

and never, ever part

with that which we all serve,

the Asset.

- And what, Sisters,

is the most inviolable?

Thou shall not sip.

- Before we begin our
quarterly earnings,

Sister Mathilde would
like to make a proposal.

- As you are all well aware,

Article 13 of the
Articles of Care states

the asset must be looked
upon by no less than 1%

of the global
population annually,

lest the skies rain fire,
et cetera, et cetera.

But the world's
population has exploded,

and now we must guarantee
75 million individuals

lay eyes upon it
in a single year.

And still, we transport the
Asset all over the world

to hit our quota.

Yet what if I told you

we could capture those
75 million viewers

in a single minute, all at once?

- Balderdash.

- No, Sister.

Not balderdash.

A Super Bowl commercial,

Which will not only be
seen at the Super Bowl,

but for months, maybe
even years to come,

broadcast around the world

with the kind of reach
we could only dream of.

We will camouflage the
presence of the Asset

within the ad itself.

And to do so, I have identified
a brand with mass appeal,

the coolest athletic
shoe in the world,

one destined to
reach iconic status

and only gain in popularity:

British Knights.

Apron man!

- We open in
14th-century France,

a dramatic execution,

as Knights Templar
burn at the stake

under the torches of French...

- Yeah, no. We... we
saw the commercial.

We don't need to hear
the whole pitch, man.

- Yeah. What I
want to know is...

- Who's going to pay for this?

- Our most loyal
apron man, Hans.

- Me?
- Yes, Hans.

You will secure what we
need to make this commercial

by infiltrating the Vatican

and becoming a priest.

Father Ziegler has a
nice ring to it, no?

Oh!

- I would do anything
for... the Sisterhood,

but why the Vatican?

- Because those putain
de cons don't allow women

to hold positions of
power within the church.

Besides, the Vatican
owns so much land,

they will not notice

when you find the perfect
location for our shoot

nor when you embezzle the
funds to subsidize our budget.

- You want me to become
a priest so I can steal?

- I want you to be quiet
and do as you're told.

- Is that you, Mathilde,

featured in your own commercial?

- In order to ensure the
security of the Asset,

I must write, direct,

and star in the ad myself.

- You're too old.

If these British Knights
are as cool as you say,

the hero needs to be youthful.

- We are not trying to
sell sneakers, okay?

It is only a method...
- Pardon.

I'll do it.

- You will not.

- I am young.

I can be trusted to
handle the Asset,

and this will free you to focus
on your work behind the camera.

- Well, that settles it.

Mathilde, if you
want our approval,

Clara will be the star.

All in favor?

Tails have it.

The commercial proceeds.

- Merci.

- Va-t'en! I'm busy.

- Maman, I need
to speak with you.

I have some questions about...

- Move aside.

Um, Maman, it's really...

Two seconds.

- I'm very busy, Clara.

I do not have time
to babysit you.

- Always on the
outside looking in.

- Excuse me?

- Surely you remember
your mother's apron man.

15 years of servitude should
not be that easily forgotten.

- Hans?

Yes, of course.

It's been a while, and I
didn't recognize you in...

- The fruits of my labor.

When your mother sent
me off to the Vatican

to do her bidding,

I was at first resentful.

But now I understand
it was a necessary step

in realizing my potential.

You see, life is full of
doors, just like this one.

And there are two
kinds of people,

those outside

and those on the inside.

- All right.

Hans, what are you
doing standing there?

Take off that
ridiculous costume.

Fetch me tea.

- It is not a costume.

- Now, Hans.

- Of course, ma'am.
Right away, ma'am.

It is always those closest to us

whose blades cut deepest, no?

- Cut!

Where's the intensity?

You're not giving me
what I need, Clara.

- I'm doing my best, Maman.

- Well, your best
is not good enough.

What's that awful smell?

- Perhaps it's my daughter's
terrible performance.

- Psst, psst!

- Oh, well, great.

Now you've upset the Asset.

Clear the set!

I must clear my head.
Terrible headache.

- Meet me at sundown.

- Oh, the old "meet me
at sundown" cryptic note.

It's a classic, and
it's good to know

our boy Hans has always
been a cliché, shady fuck,

- But do you think he helped
Clara steal the Grail?

- Would you two prefer to
keep on wildly theorizing,

or can I carry on
with the story?

- By all means.

- Top row, fourth from the left.

- How did you get this?

- Oh, I did not get it.

I made it.

This decoy was manufactured
to my exact specifications

by a blind craftsman

and is indistinguishable
from the original.

- What will you do with this?

- Oh, I will not do
anything with it, Clara.

You are the only one permitted
to handle the actual Grail,

so you will replace
it with this decoy

and bring me the real thing.

- Why would I do that for you?

- It is not just for me, Clara.

It is for both of us.

All we've ever wanted
was Mathilde's approval,

but she can never give it to us
because of that accursed bowl.

The Grail is an object
of immense power.

Many have tried to destroy
it over the centuries,

but only the Vatican has the
resources to obliterate it

once and for all.

In doing so,

it would free Mathilde
and all the Sisters

from the burden
of caring for it.

Then, Clara,

we could finally both get
the affection we deserve.

- Give me one
reason to trust you.

- Because, Clara,

I'm your father.

- I fucking knew it!

- Why don't you tell
the story, then?

- No, no, no, no, no.
- I'm so...

- He's doing great.
You're doing great.

You're doing great.

- You lie.

My mother would
never bend the rule

to consummate with an apron man.

And if you believe I
am just as reckless

to break my vow
to the Sisterhood,

then you are dead wrong.

If I see you anywhere
near the Asset

with your little decoy,

I will not hesitate
to take your head off.

And you should know,

I've been practicing.

- Okay, here we go.

Action!

- Cut!

From the top.

- Action!

- Cut!

- Cut!

- Cut!
- Back to one.

- My God. From the top.

No, no, no, no, no!

I still don't believe you.

How are you so incapable
of showing genuine emotion?

You care for this woman.

Why do you refuse to nurture her

in the last moments of life?

Who are you

to lecture me about nurturing?

- Clear the set.

Everyone.

Except you.

- I think you're
doing a wonderful job.

- I'm not sure how much
more of this I can take.

I have my limits.

I really do.

- I'm dying.

- What?

- I've been, um,
getting these headaches.

So, um, I went to a doctor,

a specialist, who ran tests.

Unfortunately, the
results were...

Well, there isn't
much they can do.

My situation has forced me to...

reflect upon my duty

and my legacy.

You are my legacy, Clara.

Do you need a moment?

- No.

Let's shoot.

- Let's shoot.

- And action!

- All right, good enough.

Uh, moving on.

- Um, let's go to...

- Clara, this
platform that we built

runs just under the water.

So all you're gonna
do is run here.

But past this point,
you'll be going for a swim.

Any questions?

- No. I'm... I'm good to go.

Positions, everyone!

Top, top, top, top, top!

- Where is it?

- Where is what?

- The decoy I offered
you, it's gone.

And you are the only one who
knew where it was hidden.

- Why would I take your decoy?

I am a loyal Sister of the Coin.

But if you feel that some
of your property was stolen,

you should report it to
security immediately.

- Give it back to me, now!

- Hey, Hans!

Stop distracting my actor
and get me a tea, Earl Grey.

- Get it yourself!

- Quoi?

- I am the one who made
all of this possible!

I spent years at the Vatican,

shifting money around so you
could fund this production.

I am the one who
found this place

in their secret holdings,
and what thanks do I get,

to be your errand boy?

No, I am a priest now,

and I am going back
to where I'm given

the respect I deserve.

- Security.

I don't know what you're
doing, but once you do it,

I will come after you with
the full power of the Vatican.

I vow it!

Leave me be!

- Back to work, people!

We're losing light!

- Merci.

- Quiet on set.

Clara, are you ready?

Roll camera.

Three, two, one.

And action!

- Cut!

We're good.

- We got it. That's a wrap.

Ah!

- She swapped the Grail out
for the decoy underwater,

didn't she?
- Of course she did.

- You two are simply incapable
of listening, aren't you?

And so after 26 days,

three major injuries,
two production designers,

and $18 million

of the Vatican's money...
- Wow.

- Mathilde and the Sisters
of the Coin completed

the most ambitious
commercial in history.

Yes.

- How come no
one's ever seen it?

- Oh.

Well, isn't it obvious?

- No.

No?

- Shall I tell you?

- We want to know.

- Sometimes, at the
end of the road,

when all seems lost,

miracles happen.

- That was very... impressive.

But I'm a bit confused.

- What's confusing?

I have delivered

British Knights
Corporation a masterpiece,

and all you have to do is
air it during the Super Bowl.

- But here's the thing.

We didn't hire you to do this.

We just met you for
the first time today.

- Yes, but I spoke to
someone in your office.

He was incredibly enthusiastic
about the prospect.

His name, I believe, was Brian.

- Brian's an intern.

- But I've put my
heart into this.

And I give you this. It's
a gift. It's for free.

- I'm sorry. It's a pass.

- You didn't get
their permission?

- If I asked for permission
every time in my life...

- Spare us, Mathilde.

Your folly has cost us dearly.

And not a single eye
will fall upon the Asset,

which means we
will have to triple

our efforts to have it seen.

This never happened.

Bury every goddamn shoe.

And if the world
ever sees a frame

of this ludicrous endeavor,

I will see that you are
banished from the Sisterhood.

You cut my line.

- I didn't believe you.

- Yet I believed you.

You're not really
dying, are you?

- Whatever it takes.

- My resignation.

- I do not accept it.

You're fired, Clara.

Leave, and never show
your face here again.

- Out of my love and
dedication to you,

I vow it will be done.

Goodbye, Maman.

- So she swapped the Grail
to fuck over her mom,

but her mom didn't
know she swapped it,

so why bother fucking
with her at all?

Ooh, right.

Mom stuff.
- Hmm?

- Lizzie's mom shot
her with a crossbow.

She's still kinda
working through it.

- All right, all
right, all right,

I don't want to talk about me.

When do you come
in to this story?

- Ah, yes.

It is indeed time for Apollo
and I to enter stage right.

Uh, oh, office hours are over.

You'll have to come back
tomorrow, I'm afraid.

- Um...

I'm not one of your
students, Professor.

My name is Clara.

I am, um, Mathilde
La Fleur's daughter.

And, uh,

I am also your daughter.

- I knew it!
- What the fuck?

- I knew it.
- What?

You did not know it.
- I knew it.

- You said you knew that
the priest was the father.

- I knew that too.
- He did not know it.

- I also knew that
the priest was lying

because, you know, Beardo
here is her true father.

- I can't believe
you're her father.

- Yeah. I mean, I can, but...

- Yeah, well, I didn't
bloody well know it

at the time, did I, right?

And trust me, it was
quite the development.

- How did Clara even
know where you were?

- I found your letters.

My mother kept them hidden,

but I found them
when I was a child.

I suspect she never
told you about me.

- She didn't.

- Don't take it personally.

It was reckless of her
to have a relationship

with an outsider.

It's forbidden by
the Sisterhood.

- The Sisterhood?

- The Sisters of the Coin.

They are a...
- Secret organization

sworn to protect the Asset.

See? We're paying attention.

- Why did she come
to you, Arthur?

- Because I'm a scientist.

- If you loved my mother as
much as you letters suggested,

you deserve to know
why she disappeared.

She is incapable
of loving anyone,

not as long as this exists.

- Ah.

The infamous Asset.
- Yeah.

The only thing Mathilde
La Fleur ever cared for.

Her entire life revolves
around its protection,

which is why you must
help me destroy it.

I... I don't...

I don't understand
why you need my help.

Have you tried a hammer?

- I have literally
tried everything.

This is no ordinary bowl.

- Because it's the Holy Grail.

- The physics lab
at this university

has a Hercules Laser, right?

- Oui.

- We fire the
laser at the Asset.

If it makes so
much as a scratch,

you will never see me again.

But if the bowl stays intact,

you must vow to help
me destroy the Grail.

- Dear girl, that laser

is going to burn a
hole through your bowl.

- Then vow.

Sure. All right, why not?

I vow to help you
destroy the Holy Grail.

- Whatever it takes.

- Whatever it takes.

- Then let us begin.

- Goggles on.

What the shit?

- Right. Uh, here we are.

This will be your room.

- You have a thing with cats.

- No, No, I don't have a
thing for cats, actually.

My... my colleagues,
they think it's hilarious

to gift me, uh, feline-themed...

Ah.

And that's Apollo,

who was also a gift.

- That reminds me.

These were given to me
after the commercial.

They're not my size, but
perhaps they fit you.

- Oh.

Um...

Look, Clara, I...

I've... I've made it this
far in my professional life

without being hindered
by, um, attachments.

By family.

And I have no intention
of breaking stride now.

I invited you to stay purely
out of academic curiosity

and the chance for
scientific exploration,

nothing more.

- Of course.

Me too.

I only sought you out
as a means to an end,

to help destroy the Grail.

This is a strictly
professional partnership,

nothing more.

- Well, good. Good.
- Okay.

- Thanks... thank you very
much for the trainers.

Um, actually, I've been
meaning to get myself a pair.

- Uh, um...

maybe do not wear
them in public.

There is an evil
priest out to get me,

and he will recognize
those shoes.

- Yeah, no shit he'd
recognize the shoes.

- They must have been given away

when I was presumed dead.

Yes, you mentioned
that the Vatican

might be hunting you down.

Do you have a plan for that?

- I stole a copy
of the commercial,

and...

I will send it to that
asshole as a warning.

I just need to add a
little something of my own.

Does that camcorder work?

- That's when she
recorded the video.

- If you try to find me,

or if I so much catch
a whiff of you...

- Well, we may have engaged

in some light blackmail.

- And did you destroy the Grail?

- We certainly
made every attempt.

We tried a pneumatic drill,
extreme heat, extreme cold,

cold then hot, hot then cold.

We threw it under a stampede
of elephants in Kenya.

But nothing worked.

- Wow. That's a... that's a lot.

How long did you do this for?

- Ten years.

- You traveled the world
with your daughter for years.

- While I still had
my academic posting,

Clara and I would get
together once a month

to test a new theory.

I was just honoring my vow.

- So while you
and Clara were out

doing your scientific
expeditions,

what was up with the
Articles of Care?

- Oh. Well, most of them,

complete bollocks and
utter superstition,

but, actually, except for one.

Turns out the Grail did
need to be on the move.

Otherwise, it would
emit the foulest odor.

- What happened at
the end of ten years?

- Well, it all culminated
October 31st, 2001,

NASA launching a rocket
in the California desert.

And since we hadn't
tried exposing the Grail

to ignited rocketed
fuel, made the trip.

But it failed, like
all the others.

There was one item in
the Articles of Care

we hadn't yet dismissed,

the most important of the
Sisters' ridiculous rules.

- I'm going to drink from it.

What?

"Thou shall not sip,"
the most sacred rule.

Why?

Because maybe sipping
is what destroys it.

It is literally the only
thing we haven't tried.

- Well, no.

What about the volcano?

We could rent a place
on the Big Island,

and you could learn to surf.

And I could just snorkel.

- Do you want to destroy
the Asset or go on vacation?

- No, of course I
want to destroy it.

I just... I just like
spending time with you.

- I'm doing it.

- Wait... wait. And...
and then what happens?

You drink, and what?

It just bursts into
a cloud of dust?

That's magical bloody
thinking, Clara.

- You made a vow...

to help me destroy it.

- All right.

But I'm gonna drink from it.

- No.

Absolutely not.

That was my idea.

- Yes, and given the
potential consequences,

a dangerous one.

You think it will kill me.

Now who is doing the magical
bloody thinking, huh?

- Oh, come on, Clara.

You're just as scared as I am,

or you'd have sipped
from it years ago.

- No.

I'm not scared.

I just didn't want
to do it alone.

Okay.

Rock, paper, scissors.

- Oh.
- One throw, winner drinks.

And I will tell you in
advance, I'm throwing rock.

- But then all I have to do
is throw paper, and I win.

- Yeah, that's correct,

because I am definitely
throwing rock.

- Wait, so do you want
me to drink from it?

Because, you know, I will.

- I want you to do

whatever you feel you have to

in response to my rock.

- Yeah, yeah. This
is hurting my head.

- Okay, enough. Hands up.

Ready?

Rock, paper, scissors.

Throw!

- What the fuck did she throw?

- Scissors.

- You lied.

- To magical bloody thinking.

Well, that was
definitely worth the try.

- And that's when this look

came over her eyes,

a sense of complete peace and...

tranquility.

I'd never seen it before.

It was as if...

It was as if she went somewhere.

- I know where she was.

And who she was with.

- Well, wherever she
was, she came back...

And she smiled at me.

And she said...

- Whatever it takes.

- Her head exploded?

- Oh, Wiley,
don't. Just, don't.

- Oh, my God!
- Wiley, don't.

- Wait, wait. Hold on.

You lied to us, man.

You said that Clara
was... was here.

- Not here.

Here.

And here.

- What?

- The moment that Clara died,

I knew I had to get her
liver inside someone else.

You see that cat?

He's actually 35 years old.

One day, during our experiments,

the Grail was left
unattended in my lab,

and a mouse accidentally
drank from it.

The mouse died.

And then Apollo ate the mouse.

The cat was absolutely fine.

Subsequent bloodwork
revealed his organs to be

totally pristine, no
damage whatsoever.

- What the fuck are
you talking about?

- Well, I had a theory
that the Grail itself

had a microtoxin
baked into its finish,

and perhaps that's
what causes the smell.

Whatever it is, it
killed the mouse.

But when Apollo ate that mouse,

he developed an immunity,
like a vaccine effect.

So after Clara died,
the only way to pass on

any potential immunity
was an organ transplant.

And the most
detoxifying organ is?

- Shit.
- The liver.

- Yes.

So whoever received
Clara's liver

could theoretically
drink from the Grail.

They would not only be
immune to its toxic effects

but quite possibly able
to counteract them.

And, as Clara
originally theorized,

so destroy the Grail.

Holy...

- But when I saw you
two, you were just, um...

you were children.

- You were there
at the hospital.

- What's your name?

- Lizzie.

What's yours?

- Wiley.

- I realized, in that moment,

my obsession was too great,

and to see it through might
well put others at risk.

So if I couldn't
destroy the Grail,

well, then, I had
to get rid of it.

It had to be in constant motion

because of the smell.

Now, luckily, I knew
some marine biologists

who owed me a favor.

And they took me out on
their research vessel,

and I fed the Grail...

To a sperm whale.

- Did you say a whale?

- Yes.

Yes, I did.

Unfortunately, after
ingesting the relic,

the whale went a
little bit berserk,

and it destroyed our ship.

That is how Apollo
and I ended up here

on this island.

The longer we stayed
here, I found,

the less I thought about
destroying the Holy Grail

until eventually,

I brought about my own rescue,

after which I was
introduced to the Algorithm.

She said I could ask
Her whatever I wanted.

And I knew as soon
as she proposed it

that I was still obsessed,

that my... my compulsion
to test the theory

was as strong as ever

because I asked her
for the whereabouts

of Elizabeth Abbott
and Preston Wiley.

I had to fight the
urge to seek you out.

The only way to
guarantee your safety

would be for me to return
to this island forever.

But now,

you two have found me
by your own volition.

And whether that's
fate or coincidence

or the Algorithm,

I... I haven't got a clue.

But all I do know is,

it's a goddamned sign.

Now, that whale has a
tracking device on it.

We can find it,

and I can, at last,
destroy the Holy Grail.

- So you want us to
get the Holy Grail

out of a fucking whale

so one of us can drink from it

and maybe get our
heads exploded, hmm?

- That's about the
size of it, yeah.

Lizzie.

Come on.

- What do you say?

- That's crazy.

- What do you say?

- No. No, no.

No, no.

- What do you say?

- Whatever it takes.