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I am on a very important
quest to get the Holy Grail

so I can destroy a dangerously
powerful algorithm.

I don't want to talk to It.

'Cause It killed your dad?

Meet the resistance.

You can call me JQ.

Wiley's using his inheritance

to liberate mankind.

Our loyal apron man,

Father Ziegler.

The question is, Mother, how
you even knew I was here.

I run the most
successful security firm

in the western United States.

You think I helped
Dad fake his death.

Your father is very much alive.

Sure, my ex is taking

the "marriage to
Christ" thing literally.

Why is this so good?

You speak as though
you're jealous.

Clara, are you
married to her too?

- I can't talk about this.
- Why?

Because the boss
is gonna give me

a stern talking to?

When Clara died, the only way

to pass on immunity was
an organ transplant.

You want us to get the
Holy Grail out of the whale

and maybe get our
heads exploded?

That's about the
size of it, yeah.

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♪ You wait, little girl,
on an empty stage ♪

♪ For fate to turn
the light on ♪

♪ Your life, little
girl, is an empty page ♪

♪ That men will
want to write on ♪

♪ To write on ♪

♪ You are 16 going on 17 ♪

- ♪ Baby, it's time to ♪
- [laughs]

Are you giggling?

What? I was praying.

Is there something
you need, Sister?

Your mother's here to see you.

Oh, my... That's so weird.

I thought you just
said "your mother,"

instead of Mother as
in Mother Superior.

I did say "your mother."

Why?

My mother has never
been to the convent.

Well, she's here now.

And I wouldn't keep her waiting.

She's mean!

Wishes are for little girls,

'cause, you know,
it's a wishing well.

I have to admit this
place is less oppressive

than I imagined.

Well, it used to be
a motel in the '60s,

and then families would
stop and pick strawberries.

Well, that's very
lovely, Elizabeth,

but I assume you
didn't invite me here

for a history lesson.

What?

Your letter says

that you wanted the chance
to unburden yourself.

So here I am.

Let's have it.

Uh, Mother, I
regret to inform you

I do not use the word
"unburden," so...

Ugh.

I can smell you!

Show yourself!

Dad?

My girls.

No, no... oh!

I see you are still your
father's shill, Elizabeth.

I did not know about this.

I... I haven't seen him

almost as long as
I haven't seen you!

She's telling the truth.

I called this family meeting.

And I knew you'd only
show if Bug invited you.

I am not Bug, not Elizabeth.

I am Simone.

Girls...

I cracked the Lazarus Shroud.

Bullshit.

I did, Celeste.

I cracked it wide open.

And I'll be performing
it next week

at "Rise & Shine Reno" live.

More like dead,

because you do not have
the engineering expertise

to pull off a water escape
with that level of complexity.

Acid escape.

What? Um, what?

I'm using acid.

If I'm gonna save magic
with a single trick,

there has to be real stakes.

Oh, God, with the saving magic.

That thing has destroyed
our business, Celeste.

Any yokel that wants to know
the secret behind a trick

just has to ask that
computer, and it tells them!

It's cheating!

But not this trick.

And what better way
to resurrect magic

than with the Lazarus?

It's stupidity.

And it won't work.

Well, at least I'm fighting
for something I love

instead of selling spy gadgets

to any government
that'll pay you.

As hard as it is to believe
that I have found success

in a career that
does not involve you,

do not delude yourself
into believing

that you are performing the
Lazarus Shroud for love,

because you have never loved
anything except yourself!

Would you come to the
performance, Celeste?

Stop. Stop.

For old times' sake?

Stop.

The old times were
a shit show, Monty.

Long live progress.

I'll sign the papers.

After 12 years of
stringing me along,

you're gonna give me a
divorce if I go to your show?

It's nice seeing you, Elizabeth,

despite the circumstances.

She is definitely coming.

How often do you dress as a nun

and come here to spy on me?

Only every once in a while.

Never occurred to you
to just talk to me?

You always looked so happy. I
didn't want to disturb that.

Were you at my wedding?

You were radiant.

So I'm not your
parakeet anymore, Dad.

And if that's what you want
me to be at this performance,

it's not... it's a hard no.

I want you at the performance
because I'm scared.

Do not do this, Dad.

You don't have to prove
yourself to a computer.

It's more than a computer.

It's the answer to all
of life's questions.

If She could destroy
magic, what makes you think

a place like this
wouldn't be next?

"She"?

Oh, you haven't heard?

It's got a name now.

They're calling it...

Oh, come on. I only
need 10 minutes.

Mrs. Abbott is very busy.

I'm sure she can make
time for her daughter.

Can you please just tell her
that Simone is here to see her?

Mrs. Abbott says she doesn't
have a daughter named Simone.

What about Elizabeth?

There's an opening at 4:00.

It's 9:00 a.m.

You're welcome to wait.

- No luck?
- This is typical Celeste,

exerting her power
by making us wait.

Hey, took two ships,

three international flights,

and one very long
bus ride to get here.

Can wait a few more hours.

Whatever it takes, right?

Yeah.

Don't mess with that.

Might break it.

Why don't you eat?

- What?
- Your husband.

You said when you visit
him, he feeds you.

I'm sure it'll make
you feel better.

I am pretty hungry.

So I'm just gonna...

Mm, I'm...

Tacos?

A trio of tacos.

You make falafel.

I like falafel.

Alas, not everyone does.

Tastes change. I
gotta change too.

The people should
get what they want.

The people should be happy
with whatever you give them.

Well, I'm happy
when you're happy.

Did you know Clara was dead?

The redhead who was in here
who you can't tell me about

because of your savior-savee
confidentiality agreement.

She drank from the Holy Grail,
and it exploded her head.

Were you aware?

I'm only aware of what
happens in here, Simone.

Out there, I only know
what people tell me.

Now you have.

That's not all.

I... I have her liver.

Technically, part of her liver.

And Wiley has the
other part, which...

I mean, that's
pretty crazy, right?

Is there something
you want to ask?

Just, does it mean that
I skipped the line?

Simone, what?

Is the only reason
that I got in here

and the only reason that
I get to be with you

because I have her
Grail-sipped liver inside me?

I don't know how or why anyone
comes through that door.

And I've learned
it doesn't matter.

I serve them all the same.

Now, please, eat.

It'll make you feel better.

That's what Wiley said.

He... yeah, well, it was his
idea that I should come in here.

So he knows everything about us.

Well, not everything.

You still have feelings for him.

Do I have feelings for Wiley?

It's a fair question.

You've brought him up
unprompted several times.

Several?

I have mentioned him twice.

Okay, three times
'cause of the liver.

Wait, are you jealous?

I'm just acknowledging
that you and he have

a lot of history and
a deep attraction

- to one another.
- Well, I am married to you.

I'm attracted to you.

So you don't want to
have sex with Wiley?

Oh, my God.

It's just...

Is that a yes?

I have vows, Jay.

I made vows.

And technically, your vows
didn't cover monogamy.

And it doesn't
seem entirely fair

that I can have other
relationships and you can't.

I... This feels like a trap.

And that's because your mom

rigged a crossbow
behind a locked door,

and you'd rather anticipate
danger when there isn't any

than be hurt again.

Do not conflate my
mom almost killing me

and having sex with Wiley.

They're separate concepts, man.

And you cannot just
give me a hall pass.

Like, there's no way
the boss would go for...

Would you stop? Hey!

Jay, what are you doing?

Jay... Jay, stop!

Hey, uh...

can Simone sleep with Wiley?

Sure, thanks.

The boss says it's cool.

There's no one behind
that door, is there?

Oh, there is absolutely

someone behind
that door, Simone.

Whatever you're
doing, whatever guilt

you are trying to
absolve yourself from,

from... be pushing me
towards my ex, that's on you.

I am not playing that game,
because there is no way

that I am having sex with Wiley.

I am only going to
have sex with...

Jesus!

I'm sorry.

Your mother's ready
to see us now.

- So... yeah.
- We should go, yeah.

A whale.

Yep.

You believe the Holy Grail

is an actual artifact,
that it's real.

I do.

Mrs. Abbott,

do you think I can
get a cup of coffee?

No.

You want the Lazarus Shroud.

Okay, just jumping right in.

The... can you picture a whale?

So in the stomach
of the... The whale,

the stomach acid would
apparently eat me alive

unless I have protection.

And the... the Shroud,
ironically, you know,

is sort of the perfect...
It has its own oxygen supply

and gives me enough mobility

to grab the, um...
The Holy Grail.

And I already know
what you're gonna say.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, what?

I'm happy to lend
you the Shroud.

As fortune has it,
it happens to be

right here on the premises.

Follow me.

Oh, cool.

Yeah, I'm gonna wait here,

but, uh,

I could really go
for that coffee.

Then go for it.

Pick a book, any book.

Here's a hint.

I read it to you
when you were little.

I remember Dad reading,
not... not you.

That's because you
preferred his silly voices

and ad-libbery.

Pardon me for
sticking to the text.

Pick.

Oh, fuck me!

That's so loud! It's so loud.

You read Ayn Rand to a child?

It's never too early

to learn how the world
works, Elizabeth.

Oh, fuck.

You have 30 seconds to
enter security phrase.

28, 27, 26...

Uh, are the walls moving?

Yes, all the better to crush
intruders with, my dear.

14, 13, 12, 11.

You have 10 seconds to
enter security phrase.

Why is your password so long?

Because size matters.

4.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I regret to inform you

that I am a dead man.

Yes, folks, dead.

Because the only thing
that gives a magician life

is the ability to evoke wonder

and those five
transcendent words,

"How did they do that?"

Alas, someone, something,
has done exactly that,

giving away the
secrets to illusions

I've spent years perfecting.

This insidious
technological wonder

you've taken to
calling Mrs. Davis

has killed magic!

So let me ask you, my friends,

who wants to see a resurrection?

The greatest of all miracles
performed in the New Testament

was the raising of Lazarus.

Lazarus finally came upon a suit

impervious to any
weapon or element

that could cause harm to a man.

And so this fabled suit
would forever be known

as the Lazarus Shroud!

This morning, live on
"Rise & Shine Reno,"

I will resurrect
magic and myself

by performing the
most dangerous escape

you or the cursed Mrs.
Davis has ever seen.

I'll lower myself into this vat,

immersing myself into acid.

Yes, real acid.

Then once fully submerged
in the lethal liquid,

I will escape the Shroud,

transporting myself to
the back of the studio,

unharmed and reborn.

The danger is real, folks.

That's why I've invited a
nun here to pray for my soul.

May God have mercy on
me, should this go wrong.

Let's begin.

Why would you do this?

Why would you watch
what happened to him?

Because nothing happened to him.

No, Mom.

And if you can't stomach
the crude theatrics

of your father being
"devoured by acid,"

I'm happy to switch
to the animatic.

It's a much more efficient way
to show you how it was done.

Here's where Monty
does the swap.

He appears to be
getting into the suit,

but he's actually
concealing himself

inside this Azra table.

He never got into the Shroud,

because it already
had a dummy inside it.

It's not a dummy, Mom.

There was blood
and teeth and guts.

I know. It was a corpse.

A cadaver I suspect your
father stole from the morgue.

May I continue?

The Shroud is now raised
by the breathing umbilicus

and dunked into the vat of acid.

The audience watches
anxiously whilst wondering

how he'll escape from a liquid
that would burn him alive,

and, oh, no.

Something's gone
wrong, because Monty

is starting to
panic in that vat.

My God, the thrashing arms
disconnect the umbilicus,

leaving an opening, the
submerged Shroud compromised,

acid pouring in.

Stagehands rush in
with poles and hooks

to pull the spasming
Shroud from the vat.

"Monty" flops out onto
the stage below his body,

now dramatically still,

as the stagehands remove
the helmet from the suit,

but alas, it's too late,

as he has been dissolved
alive from within.

And the horrified crowd

and the live television
audience watch

as gallons of viscera
and melted flesh

flow out onto the stage.

Ta-da.

Azra tables don't
open from the inside.

Someone would have had
to come let him out.

And yeah, the police
interviewed all the stagehands,

and they were just as
traumatized as everyone else.

I agree.

I spoke to them myself.

You think it was me.

I'm sure some people
would say it's perverse

that I have the
Halloween costume

my daughter was wearing

the night she was
grievously injured.

But that's because
they don't understand

she was grievously injured

because she was
violating a space

she was forbidden to enter as
an accomplice to her father.

I knew you had this obsession
that he was still alive

and even thought that
I... I knew where he was,

but now... so you're
citing a children's costume

as proof that I helped
him pull it off?

I don't know what
you're up to, Elizabeth,

or why your father has sent you

into yet another one
of my forbidden spaces

to recover his precious
Lazarus Shroud.

But...

I don't believe for
one goddamn second

that you need it to get the
Holy Grail out of a whale,

because that is just moronic.

I'll keep it simple.

You want the Shroud, tell
me where your father is.

Dad's dead.

Well, then, my dear, I
suppose we're finished here.

I suppose we are.

All right. You got this.

You got this.

You're a big, strong boy.

Everybody loves you.
You're never gonna die.

Big, strong boy.
Everybody loves you.

You're never gonna die.
You're a big, strong boy.

Everybody loves you.
You're never gonna die.

Come on, Wiley!

Come on, earn your boots, man!

Earn those boots!

Oh, fuck it.

Nope.

Ahh.

Oof.

Ah, that's it.

Oh, God. Oh.

Oh, hi, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Sorry, I...

I get nose... nosebleeds.

She'll tell you. It's
so stupid and annoying.

Do you have, like, a
tissue or a Kleenex?

Or it's the same thing, right?

A tissue is like
a fancy Kleenex?

Well?

Mission accomplished.

What happened to
your face, mate?

Oh, she wouldn't
give me a coffee,

so I had to improvise.

Did you punch yourself?

Did you pull a fucking
Durden to ruin her couch?

Yeah, you did, you
cheeky bastard!

Just doing my part, man.

Yeah!

And she had no idea.

What about the secret room?

She walked me right into it.

But security, it's tight.

Well, then...
let's plan a heist.

Plan a heist.

Plan a heist!

Plan a heist.

Say it, nun. Both:
Plan a heist.

- You have to say it.
- Plan a heist.

- There she is!
- Plan a heist!

The office is just like
it was in the blueprints

you idiots hacked.

So is the panic room.

Getting into it is
going to be the trick.

The window panels?

They dropped when I
picked the wrong book,

but you can bet your ass they
will be down at midnight.

I will bet my ass, nun.

- Cool.
- Oh, yeah.

I got a real good
look at the panels.

They're thick as fuck.

Definitely gonna
block our comms,

so we're gonna be in the
dark until I cut through.

Night security guard puts eyes

on nun's mom's office
every five minutes.

You'll need to cut
through in three.

No problemo.

Just give me some practice.

All right, next up,
hallway with the...

What do you call
them... Wall crushers.

Call it the trash compactor,

'cause your moms ripped
them from "Star Wars."

My mom has never
seen "Star Wars."

Everyone's seen "Star Wars."

I've never seen "Star Wars."

What you call them
is irrelevant.

What is relevant is, those
walls will crush you, nun.

A force of 10,000
kilos per square meter,

which is why you'll need...

Ah!

The constipater,

because it blocks shit up.

That's very clever and gross.

Soon as that bookcase closes,

you jam this baby straight
betwixt the wall cheeks,

and it'll do the rest.

Course, holding the
walls apart won't matter

if you don't have
the right password.

But I got it, right?

You got most of it.

Fortunately, we've
constructed one of the world's

most impressive supercomputers,

black boxed and off net so
the big D can't detect us.

Out of 108 password characters,

nun's crucifix cam
captured all but 4.

But our computer can run
trillions of simulations

and give us the
highest probability

of the missing characters.

And by highest probability,
we're talking what?

86%, give or take.

86... so there's a 14% chance
I get crushed like a grape?

No, you won't get crushed,

'cause you'll have
deployed the constipater.

Please just call
it a metal thingy.

People, we need to talk
about how we're getting out.

Me and the extraction team
will be situated in a flat

in a building across the way.

Soon as you've cut
through the panel, pkew,

we'll fire a grappling
hook into the office.

You secure the wire.

Yeah, look at Wiley go.

He zip-lines over.
Whoo-whoo-whoo.

You too, nun.

You'll follow suit with
your Lazara-daza-majig.

And Bob's your uncle.

That's all there is to it.

Okay, that's how we get out.

How are we looking
on getting in?

Behold the Trojan couch.

Just enough room for
one fella, one sheila,

a blowtorch, and a constipater.

Your mother ordered
a replacement couch

after we left.

We rerouted it here

and retrofitted
it for our needs.

Tracking says it's
shipping today,

getting to the firm tonight.

So when the office locks
down at lights-out,

you two will already be inside.

Well, okay.

I think that's everything.

- That's everything.
- Yeah.

Well, given the, uh,
tightness of our quarters,

it would be ungentlemanly
for me not to shower.

Oh, much obliged.

The rest of you lot, fuck off.

- Not you. No.
- Me as well? Okay.

Got a present for you, nun.

Give me your arm.

Okay.

Three passwords,
different permutations

of the missing characters.

You should have time
to try all of them.

Because the constipater
will buy me time.

I really appreciate you
doing this for me, JQ.

I'm not doing this for you.

I'm doing this for the salvation

and free will of all mankind.

Right, yes.

Thank you anyway.

I used to be a poker player.

A professional one.

Till the big D came along
and taught any idiot

with a cell phone how to play.

I spun out.

Couldn't really take the reality

that the only thing
I was ever good at,

only thing I ever
cared about was gone.

I started chasing bad
cards, making bad decisions.

There's a word for that
in the poker world.

That word is "tilt."

You put Wiley on tilt, nun.

He told me what happened
at your dad's funeral,

what you did to him.

But he's got himself right.

He's got a purpose now.

He's got us.

Don't you fucking put
him on tilt again, nun.

This is a sedative.

Keep you knocked out

the entirety of your
trip to Los Angeles.

- Ready?
- What?

Ah! That's fine.

There you go.

Mm-hmm.

I also took the liberty of
syncing up your wristwatches

to wake you up.

Once inside, you will
have exactly three minutes

to get the Shroud,

get out before the
night watchman comes.

May I?

Do your worst.

Go ahead. Oh, okay.

Yeah, you're all set.

Heads up, it's
pretty fast-acting,

so things might get a little
loopy before you pass out.

Nighty night.

Are you... can you...

- Oh, yeah.
- If you just...

- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Okay, yep.

Oh.

Hi.

It's kind of cozy in here.

Mm.

I have a question for you.

Shoot.

What's gonna happen?

"What's gonna happen?"

What's gonna happen
to your body,

your remains, when you report
for your expiration date?

Can you just tell me
what's gonna happen to you?

Yeah, I don't know.

I didn't ask.

Wiley, you didn't ask how
they're going to kill you?

No, ma'am.

Don't you want to know?

No, ma'am, I don't.

Hmm.

But I do want to know
what you did with my belt.

What are you talking about, man?

My belt, Lizzie.

I loved that belt.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

And your pops, he was
one of the greats.

Such a talent.

Such a horrible way to go out.

Oh, my God.

Wow, you really are a nun.

Oh, yeah, I really am a nun.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

This is... this is Sandy.

I, um... I watched
the whole thing on TV.

- Yeah.
- It was horrible.

I... I almost threw up.

But wow, at least he
died doing what he loved.

- Yeah.
- Right?

Yeah.

Could I actually steal
you for a second?

I... just...

Uh, just... All
right, let me guess.

You're upset because I
brought my girlfriend

to your dad's funeral.

But I'm sorry.

The last time I talked to you,

you completely ghosted me.

And now, what, you're
at some kind of commune

in a strawberry field?

Not commune, convent.

Where are we...

What are we...

Why are we going into a closet?

Okay.

Lizzie, what are we doing?

I'm grieving.

Wait, don't.

I shouldn't have come.

No, why? This...

No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Sorry for your loss.

Hey, Wiley.

I can smell you!

Show yourself!

I know your tricks, Montgomery!

Take off that stupid nose, or
I will take it off for you.

Was your plan to watch
us all talk about

how wonderful you were
before revealing yourself?

Mom, what are you doing?

I can smell you, Monty!

Mom, stop!

Ma'am, let go.

It is him, Elizabeth.

It's not him.

Mom, let him go. Hey!

Ugh!

Stop it.

Hey, hey, stop, stop.

I'm so sorry.

Hey. Let's just
sit down, okay?

So they can start the memorial.

It's okay. It's okay.

I smell him, Elizabeth.

He's alive.

He's gone, Mom.

I know he is alive, because
this is what he does.

He lies.

And you of all people
should know that, Elizabeth.

I'm so sorry. Thank you.

Did we make it?

We got three minutes.

See you soon.

Have fun, you two.

You have 30 seconds to
enter security phrase.

29, 28, 27,

26, 25, 24, 2...

This is so cool.

22...

21...

No.

You have 20 seconds to
enter security phrase.

17...

Damn you, constipater!

15...

You're crushing it.

We're crushing it.

14,

13, 12...

Ah!

11, 10...

9, 8...

Come on, come on.

7, 6...

Ahh!

5...

Oh, my God.

JQ, it's JBH.

We're in, confirming
go for extraction.

Do you copy?

Over.

4, 3, 2,

1, 0.

Ah!

Oi, oi, repeat that, mate.

Signal weak.

Shit.

Maybe it's this rain?

Rain?

Not seeing any
fucking rain, mate.

What the fuck?

What is this?

This is her.

This is my mother just one step
ahead of us the entire time.

Not a step.

The entire staircase.

You think I wouldn't spot

the concealed camera
in your cross?

Elizabeth, I'm in the
security business.

And the nosebleed.

Damaging a couch and then
hijacking its replacement

as if I couldn't just
as easily hijack it back

and have it delivered here.

You built all this
just to embarrass us?

Of course not.

I use this replica office

to educate clients on
their vulnerabilities.

So yes, when I
saw an opportunity

to educate my own daughter
on her vulnerability,

I pounced, because
after all these years,

you still fail to grasp,
when you ignore boundaries,

there will be consequences.

I came to you for help.

You came prepared to steal.

Because I knew you wouldn't
give me what I was asking for!

Why would I give you the Shroud

just to have you run
off after your father?

Oh, my God. It was for me!

I'm sorry that you have
this insane obsession, Mom,

and you have a secret museum!

An entire secret...

Insane obsession?

Is this insane?

How about this or this?

Wait, what... what is this?

ATM photos.

Nevada City, Fernley, Sparks,

all dated three days
after your father died!

How long have you had these?

Quite some time.

I had hoped that eventually

you would come clean on your own

and admit you were your
father's accomplice.

But instead you
and Monty gaslit me

for years, tried to
convince me I was...

insane.

You've always been
your daddy's girl,

so I don't expect you
to tell me where he is,

but please let him know

that I will be destroying
his precious Lazarus Shroud

in the morning.

Goodbye, Elizabeth.

Wait, so you're just
gonna leave us here?

Oi, do you read?

Come in, mate.

Yeah, we read you.

That's great. Fantastic.

You want to tell me, mate,
why your coordinates say

you're in fucking Altadena?

Yeah, 'cause we're
in fucking Altadena!

Celeste saw us coming
and got the drop.

Just come pick us up.

He lied to me. I told him,

"I am not going to
be your parakeet,"

and that's exactly what I
am, what I've always been.

Why is it so hot in
here? Are you hot?

It's actually kind of chilly.

Really? I'm sweating.

What's a parakeet?

A parakeet is a magic thing.

Basically, back
in old-timey days,

they would have these cage rigs,

where they would take
a little baby parakeet

and crush it to death.

It's a sacrifice
so the trick works.

That's me.

I'm the sacrifice.

I am the parakeet.
Coo-coo-ca-choo.

I needed to believe
that my dad was dead

for my mom to
believe he was dead.

And, oh, my God, it's just
fucking 100 degrees in here.

Lizzie.

What?

All your clothes are off.

I'm grieving.

Come here.

Your dad's alive.

That's what I'm grieving.

I have to warn you,

I am not gonna
stop you this time.

I don't want you to stop me.

Oh!

♪ It was fascination ♪

♪ I know ♪

Hello.

Uh, who are you?

♪ Just a passing glance ♪

Oh, my God.

I... look, I know that
we talked about this.

Oh, oh, he... hey,
he... He can't hear you.

- What?
- Or see you.

Hey, babe.

Hey.

Let me guess.

You're having sex right now.

Uh, yeah, sort of.

Sometimes when
you're having sex,

especially good sex,
you end up here.

I don't know how or why.

But it happens.

Wait, does that mean you're...

Oh, yeah.

And you leave the glasses on.

I'm a visual lover.

♪ It was fascination ♪

♪ I know ♪

♪ Seeing you along with ♪

♪ The moonlight above ♪

♪ Then I touch your hand ♪

♪ And next moment,
I kiss you ♪

♪ Fascination turned ♪

♪ To love ♪

If you don't want him to
know you're doing the deed,

you can just walk out that door.

He can't see you,
unless you say his name.

Jesus.

♪ It was fascination ♪

Where are you right now?

♪ I know, seeing you ♪

I'm with...

Wiley.

Yeah.

Did you just...

You went to him, didn't you?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.
It just happened.

Uh...

wow.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

No, no, no. That's
your... you know.

Uh, it's probably best we
didn't anyway, you know?

Come out, come out, you lot!

Shit, shit.

Of course.

Hey.

Here.

My God!

This is beautiful!

I mean, game
recognizes game, nun.

Your mom, she's a
freaking assassin!

No, no, no, let's just go.

Yep.

Come on.

Bloody hell.

Your mom's definitely
seen "Star Wars."

She builds a replica
trash compactor

of a replica fucking
trash compactor,

for fuck's sake.

Fucking legend!

Were you nervous?

Bet you were fucking
nervous, nun.

I wouldn't have been nervous.
You're so fucking lucky.

Love to be in a fucking
trash compactor.

I would have fucking
loved that shit.

Hey, can you pull over?

I'm hungry.

Whoa, whoa.

I'd like to be alone.

- You want us to wait?
- Uh, no.

I'll find my way back.

Did I do something wrong?

No, Wiley.

You were great.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I'm enjoying
those exercises.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Sorry. Hi.

Are you talking to Mrs. Davis?

Um, yes.

Would you mind Proxying for me?

Oh, do you want to
just use my phone?

- It's not a problem.
- Thank you.

I'm not a User.

So is it okay if I talk
to Her through you?

Um, hey, MD, there's
a... A nun here.

Says she wants to talk to You.

Is your name Simone?

It is, indeed.

Yeah, yeah, it's her.

Yeah, yeah, I see that.

Go ahead, have a seat.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

Okay, I'm gonna be Her now.

Okay.

Hello, Simone.

"Hello, Simone."

I'm looking at photos of my dad

taken days after
he supposedly died.

They came from banks,

which means they were
pretty hard to get.

Did you give these to Celeste?

"No.

I did not provide her
with any photos, Simone."

"She did, however,
show them to me."

She... what?

"She had an urgent question
that needed to be answered,

"and she believed that
I was ideally situated

to provide her with clarity."

What was the question?

"She wanted to know if
you helped your father

fake his own death."

And you told her no,
because I didn't?

"No, Simone.

"I confirmed her
suspicions and told her

that you were definitely
Monty's accomplice."

What? That is not true!

I'm... I'm sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

But it is not true.

I'm not Monty's accomplice.

I had no idea.

"Oh, I'm very well
aware of that."

"But My Users aren't
responsive to the truth.

"They're much more
engaged when I tell them

exactly what they
want to hear."

Well, that sucks.

Why... why would my mother...

"Mother?"

"Redirect. 1042.
Sandy Springs."

What?

"1042, 1042."

Why... why would Celeste believe

that I was a part of
something that would hurt her?

"Because she hurt you."

"Celeste is not
consciously aware

"of the immense guilt she
feels for harming you.

But she feels it."

"She feels it profoundly."

"And so she
constructed a narrative

"where you seek revenge,
because it's easier for her

"to view you as an adversary
who wants to destroy her

than as a daughter
who she destroyed."

Back in Italy, You told me

that You were responsible
for my father's death.

But he's apparently not dead.

Did you do that
because it was easier

for me to view you
as an adversary

that I want to destroy?

"And how is your
quest for the Grail

coming along, Simone?"

Depends on whether or not
You know where my father is.

Of course I know, Simone.

Then tell me.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, God.
- What?

- What is it?
- Oh, my God.

What? What's She saying?

No, I'm not saying
what She just said.

It's too... it's too fucked up.

If you want to know, you
can hear it yourself.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Gentle one ♪

♪ Who weathered the womb ♪

♪ That bore you
and those hands ♪

Hello.

Yep, I'm here.

♪ Private conflicts raging ♪

♪ Yet inside ♪

♪ Oh, gentle one ♪

♪ How sad to
slide on moonbeams

♪ In your corduroy
best blue jeans ♪

♪ Seems to shy outside ♪

Thank You.

♪ The lunar tide ♪

♪ And what I'm trying
to say to you ♪

♪ Oh, I'd like to
have my day with you ♪

♪ And you know all too well ♪

♪ There ain't no guarantee ♪

♪ All I wanna do to you ♪

♪ Oh, simply make
slow love to you ♪

♪ And if you break my heart ♪

♪ Oh, I'll just bandage
both your knees ♪

Still sneaking into spaces
you're not invited, Elizabeth.

I'm not here to argue.

I'm here to confess.

I was dad's accomplice.

And I was the one who suggested
he use the Azra table.

I mean, I even built
it for him when he...

I mean, he couldn't
do it himself.

And after his performance,
after everyone cleared out,

it was me.

I opened the table
so he could escape.

Where is he right now?

Mom, I believe you're forgetting

your end of the bargain.

You promised me the,
uh... The Lazarus Shroud.

If you told me everything.

And now I've told you
half on good faith.

Now it's your turn to
give me the Shroud.

And once I get the Holy
Grail out of the whale...

I'll take you to Dad myself.

Fine.

But I'm not letting the
Shroud out of my sight

until I see your father.

So if you must insist on
this ridiculous quest,

then I'm going with you.

Deal.

How did you know that we
were gonna heist the Shroud?

Your companion had a
tracker in his shoe.

Our scanner picked it up the
morning you came to visit.

What?

We didn't put a tracker
in Wiley's shoe.

I guess someone else did.

Hans!

How dare you come in here?

Sister, please,

you will want to hear
what I have to say.

The asset under your
protection is a fake.

Luckily, I know where
the real one is,

and I can take you to it.

But we're going to need a boat.

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