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I need you to destroy the Holy Grail.

Once you do, I will end my life.

Did you know Clara was dead?

She drank from the Holy Grail, and it...

Exploded her head.

Redirect, 1042.

Tell me where your father is.

- What is this?
- ATM photos,

all dated after your father died!

I told her that you helped your father

- fake his own death.
- That is not true!

My Users aren't responsive to the truth.

You know where my father is.

- Of course I know.
- Then tell me.

- Oh, my God.
- What's she saying?

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

Redirect, 1042. Sandy Springs.

Your Expiration Date
comes up in 48 hours.

Welcome to the Pyramid!

I'm not a coward, and I'm
ready to fucking expire.

My son is stuck between life and death.

What do you need me to do?

Drink from the Grail to destroy it.

But once it's gone...

I'll never see him again.

Yeah!

♪ We're gonna rock down to ♪

1042, 1042.

♪ Electric Avenue ♪

Sandy Springs?

♪ And then we'll take it higher ♪

What?

Come on. Don't do this to me now.

Fucking traitor.

I don't...

Hmm.

I'm sorry.

It was just working.

Um, I know your company isn't

in the world-changing business, but...

that doesn't mean you
can't change the world.

Um, ten years from now,
everyone on this planet

will be either a User or a follower.

We all like being told what to do,

how to think, how to live.

What if the tech we
used actually helped us

instead of harming us?

We all need code.

I took that code, combined
with your company ethos,

and I created something revolutionary,

something that will change the world:

an app that is constantly evolving,

getting to know us, and
therefore supporting us

in ways that we, as a society,

have failed to do for one another.

How?

A revolutionary, self-learning machine

that prioritizes indigenous practices

of community care and mutual aid

by incentivizing acts of service

and mobilizing individuals
to perform those acts,

all through a social justice lens,

using ethical methods.

I've created the future:

an app that can service
us without harming us,

a place where people can
go and get equitable care,

where we can be seen and heard,

and never be alone,

where our needs can be met,

where our lives can change.

So...

what do you think?

I know you?

No.

- I, uh...
- Nice hat.

Mrs. Davis sent me.

You're looking for Joy.

Uh, yes.

I mean, isn't everyone?

You really don't know why you're here?

Why It sent you?

So it's a glitch.

Mrs. Davis had a bunch of Users

chant "Electric Avenue" at me.

And She kept saying 1042, so I thought

maybe it was an address.

And there are so many
1042 Electric Avenues.

But then I remembered that
the first time it happened,

She said Sandy Springs, which is what

this neighborhood was called
back in the '70s, I guess,

when they rezoned...

Give me a hand with this ice?

Uh, sure.

Yeah.

I'm Malika.

Simone. I'm Simone.

Let's go find you Joy, Simone.

♪ Gonna find you ♪

Listen up!

This is Simone.

Says Mrs. Davis sent her.

♪ Gonna love you ♪

♪ And make you love me ♪

Oh.

Hi. Hi.

♪ From this love I got oh baby ♪

Hi.

You must be Joy.

I'm sorry, baby, but you
knew this day would come.

I just thought it was
best to get it over with.

Did you, now?

Hi.

Grab a plate.

Oh, that's okay. I don't need to eat.

It's my Nana's birthday.

You have to eat.

Okay.

"Don't Fear the Reaper."

Nice.

Because you kill people here.

What's with the wet naps?

They're complimentary.

Hello, Mr. Wiley.

I'm Dani. I'll be your TA.

TA?

Cool acronym.

What's that stand for, the afterlife?

Transition Assistant.

I'll be helping you
prepare to die today.

And how are we doing this?

Lethal injection,
firing squad, guillotine?

The details of your expiration will
be discussed in the intake room,

which you will enter after
you've changed in the locker room.

So many rooms.

There, you can dispose of your clothes

and change into something
more comfortable.

Okay. And will you be
providing the tracksuit,

or should I have brought my own?

Mr. Wiley, I know that
the experience of reporting

- can be overwhelming.
- Hmm.

And it's clear from your demeanor

that you did not read any
of the literature provided

when you first submitted for your date.

If you had, you would know that
once inside the intake room,

you place your personal items
inside the incineration chute,

as you will not need them ever again.

Hmm.

There will be a robe waiting for you

in locker number...

14,

where you will also find
an absorbent undergarment.

Undergarment?

What is that, like, a diaper?

It's not required, but
I know the cleanup crew

sure appreciates it when
the expirees wear them.

Because I'm gonna shit my pants?

No, because you're
going to shit your robe.

All right. Look, Dani,

I understand that you're
just following whatever script

the Algorithm has given you,

but can we drop the
scare tactics, please?

I know the Big D has no intention
whatsoever of killing me.

This is all part of some
dumb learning experience.

So can we please just skip to the part

where I walk out of here a changed man?

Mr. Wiley, I'm not sure
where you got that impression,

but you're not walking
out of here at all.

Though I suppose you will be changed...

from alive to dead.

Nana's infamous honey
butter and bologna sandwich.

Every time she put it in front of us,

she would say it was made with love,

because a little love goes a long way.

Mmm.

It's so good.

So, Simone...

what's your story?

Well, I'm a nun forced
from her home by Mrs. Davis

so She could send me on a Quest.

But all this time She
has been glitching,

sending me these clues
that She doesn't seem aware

that She's sending
me, like this address.

I mean, I think that Her
subconscious wanted me

to find you, because you're Her mother.

Wow, girl.

That is some story.

Am I wrong?

First off,

algorithms don't have subconsciouses.

They have subroutines.

Subroutines?

And they don't have
mothers, they have coders.

Which I was, a long time ago.

So you made Her?

Not Her.

It.

How is it that no one knows?

Oh, they know.

I had to tell them, so
they wouldn't download It

and get hooked like everyone else.

Kind of took the shine off the whole

"all-powerful saver of the world"

once I told them what It actually is.

What It was designed for.

And what was It designed for?

I've created the future,

where our needs can be met,

where our lives can change.

So...

what do you think?

Uh-huh.

You do realize this is an
app for Buffalo Wild Wings?

Buffalo Wild Wings?

Buffalo Wild Wings.

Are you fucking kidding me?

The company passed.

Said my code was too ambitious
for their needs, which I knew.

But I was young, and
I thought, you know,

why not shoehorn philanthropy

into this app for chicken wings?

Everybody loves chicken wings.

I'll just Trojan horse
that shit right in between

the 26 sauces and seasonings.

And I thought

maybe somebody might use it for good.

So I stripped all mention
of Buffalo Wild Wings,

took my name off of it, and
uploaded it to Open Source

from Nana's kitchen
table, right downstairs.

So the Wings were literal?

And the Expiration
Dates, is that coupons?

And why the hell did
It send me to find this?

Oh. What the fuck is that?

The Holy fucking Grail!

So maybe explain to
me why a beta version

for a Buffalo Wild Wings app
sent me on a Quest to find it?

Anyone who pitched to them had to embed

their employee manual into our code.

Page one, golden rule:

"100% customer satisfaction
is our Holy Grail."

Oh, no, no, no, no.

She... It wants me to...

to destroy this thing.

Look, algorithms misinterpret
shit like you wouldn't believe.

Maybe... maybe the code realized
that 100% customer satisfaction

isn't possible, so It's gaming for that

by taking your holy
bowl out of the equation?

This is so dumb.

Oh, yeah.

- Algorithms are super dumb.
- No. But it... Okay.

If I destroy the holy bowl...

Grail... Mrs. D grants me a wish.

And my... my wish is
for Her to turn off.

Great.

You would just be okay with me

ending your creation's life?

I didn't create life.

I wrote code.

All right.

If I make my wish...

can I trust Mrs. Davis
will really turn off?

If She remembers what
I taught Her, yeah.

Yeah, She'll keep Her word.

Not She.

It.

Well, Simone the Nun,

sounds like you got
an algorithm to kill.

Our engineers.

They will be taking your
vitals and measurements

to properly calibrate the Apparatus.

Mm.

And is that the Apparatus?

No, it's a model of the Apparatus.

Please step onto the scale.

You'll need to remove your boots.

Oh, the boots will be staying on.

Mr. Wiley, the Apparatus is designed

to deliver the most efficient
and painless death possible.

Any foreign element
might throw off the...

Killing?

You're scared.

Am not.

Are too.

And I know,

because I was also scared.

So scared, in fact,

that I had my company's
helicopter fly me to pick up a nun.

I hadn't been to church
since I was 12 years old,

but when it was time to report,

I didn't want to be alone.

Ah-ha.

So you said "report,"

yet here you are, very much alive.

I opted out.

And after that, I couldn't
go back into the world.

Everyone would know that
I reneged on my deal,

that I was sporting
Wings I hadn't earned.

God damn. That's...

well played, appealing
to my insecurities.

Oh, that's very clever.

I see you, Mrs. D. I
see what you're doing.

Mr. Wiley, I'm sorry,

but you will die.

This is happening for real.

No, actually, I'm not gonna die.

And I know that for a fact.

Based on what?

The horse.

A few weeks ago, I strapped a horse

to some explosives in order to pull off

a very convincing hostage situation.

Well, shit went sideways,
horse went kablooey,

and it was sad and
unfortunate, and it was gross.

At the time, I just
thought the whole thing was

some supreme fuck-up,
like a botched job,

like my guys somehow confused

actual C-4 explosives with Play-Doh.

But I saw the receipts.

It was fucking Play-Doh, man.

Which can only mean one thing:

Algorithmic intervention.

That's right.

The Big fucking D,

swinging Her big fucking dick around.

And there is no way Mrs.
Skynet herself would go

to all that trouble,
spend all that energy,

to just kill her Users in the end.

No, no, no, no.

But taking them right up to the edge,

strapping on the proverbial bomb vest,

and not pulling the trigger, well,

that's the flex of all
flexes, el flexo ultimo.

That horse is alive, man.

And I will be too.

Because your little Apparatus?

Play-Doh.

This is as far as I made it.

I took one look at this model,
and after that, I opted out.

That's why we added the sheet.

Show me.

What the fuck?

Oh, Sister Simone!

You look like you could use a hug.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Cool camel.

We were just on our
way to Humboldt County

to deliver our humpy friend

- when I got your call.
- What?

What does Humboldt
County need with a camel?

That's not for me to know.

I trust whatever the
purpose, wherever it ends up,

it will bring joy and
happiness to the recipient.

That's right. You're a User.

Oh, I do despise that word, Simone.

I know how you feel
about Her, but User...

it just feels so tawdry.

Oh, I brought what you asked.

Also...

we might need these.

Now, who's ready for a break-in?

Forgive us our trespasses.

The Apparatus, engineered and guaranteed

to provide a pain-free
and euphoric death.

From here, the cart will accelerate

to speeds of over 200 miles per hour,

launching you into a
series of vertical loops.

Upon reaching the final loop,

the pressure on your
body will be so intense,

it will induce cerebral hypoxia,

cutting off the oxygen to the brain,

at which point you will simply expire...

peacefully, of course.

Any questions?

Per your request.

You can still opt out.

She will show mercy on you.

No.

No fucking way.

I'm riding the fucking bull this time.

Then might I suggest
you remove your boots?

As I stated before, any
foreign element can...

The boots are staying on.

Very well.

Any last words?

For courage.

Yee-haw!

So you drink from this,

and either your head
will explode or it will?

Yeah.

Do you believe me?

Absolutely.

Are you serious?

Does it matter what you drink?

I don't think so.

Huh.

Then let's party.

Oh, um... before, I...

I will need you to do,
uh, two things if I, um,

die.

Only two? Easy.

Thing one... based on the
admittedly insane logic

of a shipwrecked rocket
scientist and the Virgin Mary,

of all the people in the
world, I have the best shot

at destroying the Holy Grail.

But if the Grail does explode my head,

it will explode
anyone's, and you can bet

the Algorithm will just
keep sending people after it.

If others try to sip from this thing,

it could mean a lot
more exploded noggins,

unless somebody takes on the
responsibility of safeguarding it.

The woman I told you about, Mathilde...

Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna give you her number in the UK.

Check your pocket.

Wow.

So I'm asking you, Mother,

take the Grail to the
sisters across the sea.

They will know what to do.

You have my word.

Okay.

Thing two: I called my
mom. She will be here soon.

Uh, you'll try to comfort her

when she sees my headless corpse.

She's gonna say she
doesn't need any comfort,

and she's more angry I never
told her where my dad is.

I have a hard time believing your mother

won't be devastated if you die.

Well, that's Celeste. That's my mom.

She doesn't...

She doesn't do devastated.

But you'll bring her to Monty?

I will.

Okay, then.

Okay, then.

Okay. Maybe a little more.

Okay.

I'm going to go say goodbye now.

So you just close your eyes,

and you're in his restaurant, instantly?

Yeah.

Do you want to know anything?

What he looks like or sounds like?

I know what he looks
like and sounds like.

Wait, what?

Have you been there?

I don't need to.

Such is the strength of my faith.

Okay.

Be right back.

Okay.

How do you feel about #blessed?

I don't know what it is.

This is the first time
I'm hearing about it.

- Oh, okay.
- Hashtag?

- Consider yourself lucky.
- Wiley?

Simone!

You're here.

What are you doing here?

And why are you in a robe?

I am getting a massage.

A massage.

Yes.

A Swedish one.

It's... this is your first
time here, so that means

something pretty intense has...

has... has to be happening.

Yeah.

It's a really good massage, Lizzie.

Simone.

Thank you, sweetie.

What about you?

Are you doing something
intense right now?

I'm at the convent, praying.

♪ When you cheat on true love ♪

♪ You know what? ♪
♪ You cheat on yourself ♪

I am loving this.

I say the more the merrier.

Actually, I was hoping
that you and I could...

can we talk alone?

Uh-oh.

Well, that doesn't sound good.

From my experience, buddy, it never is.

I can hear you.

She's right.

I should probably get
back to my massage.

You sure?

Yeah.

- I'm almost done.
- Okay.

Well, uh, it was really
nice meeting you, Wiley.

Yeah. It was nice meeting you too, man.

Come back any time, Wiley.

Sure.

Uh, maybe.

♪ By running around with someone else ♪

♪ Don't be a fool ♪

♪ Don't you know, don't you know? ♪

Wait.

I'm sorry that I
handcuffed you to the bench.

And you had that whole
outfit picked out.

It was nautical.

I wanted to dress nautical.

We were partners, and that wasn't cool.

Look, you were totally right to do it.

I mean, I would have gone
after the Lazarus Shroud

- and jumped in the bull...
- You just said bull.

Did you mean whale?

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, when we broke
up, I was so angry with you.

And then you told me you
dumped me for Jesus Christ,

and I was so worried for you,
because you sounded crazy.

Why?

But holy shit!

I know.

And I met him.

And now I'm just...

Yeah. I'm really happy for you.

I really mean that.

I don't hate the mustache.

- But do you like it?
- No.

Okay. Okay.

But it's...

it's grown on me.

Hey.

I'll see you around, partner.

Man, that guy can eat.

Four plates, Simone.

Four. That's...

nobody's ever eaten
four plates before...

Can you stop?

Please, stop.

I heard.

I heard what my mother said to you.

Come on.

I mean, do I look like I'm suffering?

And I know what she's asked you to do.

But I'm fine.

She's wrong.

I am happy here.

You don't have to hide
your fear from me, ever.

I love what I do, you know?

I love serving people.

I know.

But you never get to eat.

Hey, why don't you come sit, okay?

Sit?

Here.

I am gonna make you a plate.

You're gonna cook for me?

I mean, cook... "cook"
might be generous,

but I'll see what I can whip up.

Oh, do you have any bread?

Yeah. Check the, uh, the fridge.

Or the cupboard. I don't know.

I can usually find what I need.

I found it.

What are you gonna make?

Ah, ah, ah.

Patience, Jesus.

All will be revealed.

♪ Baby ♪

♪ When I say that I'm
glad we're through ♪

Nana's recipe.

Honey butter and beef bologna sandwich.

Made with love,

'cause a little love,
it goes a long way.

♪ Turns the flicker to a flame ♪

Here goes.

♪ Listen to me good, baby ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ And my whole world ♪

Mmm.

My love.

It's really good.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm scared.

♪ When I say that I'm
glad we're through ♪

I'm scared to lose this.

♪ I've lied ♪

♪ I've lied ♪

Wherever you go...

I will be there also.

I don't think we're losing anything.

I may not be able to come see you...

But I will always feel you.

How can you be so sure?

Such is the strength of my faith.

♪ My love ♪

♪ My whole world ♪

I love you, Simone.

I love you, Jay.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, I can't, oh, I can't ♪

♪ Oh, I can't forget you ♪

♪ My whole world turns misty blue ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, my love ♪

♪ My whole world turns misty blue ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, I can't, oh, I can't ♪

♪ Oh, I can't forget you ♪

♪ My whole world ♪

- Wait!
- What, what, what?

You said, Mary...

she told you this would only work

if it was a selfless act,

something you were doing
for him, not yourself.

I am doing this for him.

And for Her.

Who, Mary?

The other Her.

What?

You're drinking because
if you destroy it,

you destroy Mrs. Davis.

That would not be a selfless act.

This isn't exactly helping, Mother.

But She is helpful.

You see Her only as having
destroyed our convent.

Yet every one of us
has found new passion,

new purpose, since we left.

Sister Mary Frances,

caring for endangered
echidna in New Guinea,

she actually smiles now.

You forget, I also left the convent,

and I did not see Her helping anyone.

Maybe because you didn't want to,

because you weren't looking.

She sends string quartets
to the windows of widowers.

She knows our favorite childhood stories

and reads them to us
on sleepless nights.

She takes that which is apart

and brings it back together again.

Yes, some are only motivated

by the promise of Her Wings.

But what those Wings mean...

they're a reminder of what we aspire to:

that, given the chance, any
one of us can take flight.

Do you know what She is, Mother?

Do you know who made Her and why?

No, do you?

I have no idea.

Well, whoever made Her, and
whatever they made Her for,

I am grateful.

And whether or not you
decide to turn Her off,

it will be the right choice,

because She chose you to make it.

Guess I'm the chosen one after all.

Stop stalling, Sister Simone.

Bottoms up.

Oh.

Mother?

Oh, no.

Oh, shit.

What... what the fuck happened?

You said you believed me.

I 98% did.

What happened to the
strength of your faith?

Maybe it wandered when you
got to the sneaker commercial.

Elizabeth.

I got your call.

Hello, there.

I'm Margaret...

Simone's mother... mother superior.

I'm Celeste, her mother inferior.

My dear, you look like
you could use a hug.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Are we gonna mark this as
containing human remains?

Uh, no.

He'll know.

Should I relay a message?

Yeah.

Tell him, um,

I did whatever it took

and that he can rest now.

He's honored his vow.

So that's it, then.

That's it.

Bye.

Oh.

The greatest gift you can give someone

is your mercy and forgiveness.

She really does mean well.

Yes, I know, you love the Algorithm,

and I shouldn't turn Her off.

I wasn't talking about Mrs. Davis.

Come on!

I'll bring you to Dad,

but I want you to know
it is going to hurt.

You walk through that door,

there's gonna be consequences.

You're stalling, Elizabeth.

Consequences it is.

This is all very theatrical, Elizabeth.

If your father pops out

like the goddamn Phantom of the Opera,

I will smack that mustache
right off his face.

At Dad's memorial, you attacked

the piano player because you thought

it was Monty in disguise.

And you said that you could smell him.

I can smell you!

- Monty!
- Mom!

Stop.

Well...

You couldsmell him.

Because he was hiding...

In this piano.

It's the perfect reveal, to
show up at your own funeral.

And he probably assumed
that we wouldn't be angry

that he convinced us he was dead.

He probably thought his
absence and his resurrection...

Would bring us all back together,

which, in a way, it did.

But you saw right through it all,

so you attacked the piano player,

and he stayed hidden
because he couldn't do

the reveal that he planned.

'Cause you're right. He did.

He... he lived for the prestige.

So in the end, I guess it
is kind of poetic that he...

He died for it too.

He died here, inside this piano.

How did he die?

A heart attack, maybe.

But, um, I do know
that he never got out.

And I know that because...

because his accomplice told me.

You said you were his accomplice.

No.

I told you what you needed to hear.

That day at the convent, you said

that you cannot trick an
insanely powerful algorithm.

And you were right.

He couldn't fool Her.

Mom, he couldn't beat
Her, so he joined Her.

Mrs. Davis was his accomplice?

I need to see him.

Open the piano.

Do we have to?

Can't we just believe
that he's in there?

Seeing is believing, Elizabeth.

Not for me.

Not anymore.

Ahh!

to see a resurrection?

Who wants to see a resurrection?

Who wants to see a resurrection?

Wet nap?

Mm-hmm?

Mm-mm.

Maybe. I don't...

I don't know why I'm crying.

It's okay.

I cried too.

You got your stamp because you believed

your life was worthless.

What do you believe now, Mr. Wiley?

Don't make me say it.

You kind of have to say it.

I...

am...

worthy.

Yes, you are.

What happens next?

Well, normally, this is where
you'd have a fresh start,

work here convincing others
they were about to die,

which could be fun in its own way,

or put into service elsewhere.

However, Mrs. Davis is anticipating

her own potential expiration,

depending on what your
friend Simone decides.

I guess we both have a
soft spot for nuns, eh?

Yeah, I suppose we do.

As she honored your last request,

Mrs. Davis is hoping you'll honor hers.

Oh.

Hmm.

Okay.

Hello, Mrs. Davis.

Yeah, I remember.

I fucking knew it.

You must be angry at me.

I accused you of conspiring
with your father for years.

You believed what you needed to believe,

and there's comfort in that.

I get it.

Comfort is no reason

to ignore reality, Elizabeth.

Yeah.

Would you proxy for me?

Now?

It's important.

All right.

Okay.

Hello, Simone.

What... what's wrong?

You've just never
called me Simone before.

I'm not calling you Simone.

She is calling you Simone.

I am just saying what she's saying.

I thought that is what you wanted.

You're right. I'm sorry.

It's, um, just... sorry.

Hello, Mrs. Davis.

Congratulations.

You have completed your Quest by finding

and destroying the Holy Grail.

Would you like to hear a fun fact?

No. If we could just get on with the...

Do you see that windmill over there?

Yeah, that's been
here since I was a kid.

But it was always broken, though.

Well, I fixed it.

That windmill is now powered by Users.

I send them in shifts,
one every two hours.

There's an exercise bicycle
connected to the mill,

so they feel a sense of
purpose, satisfaction,

and burn calories.

That actually is a fun fact.

But I think we should
get to the matter at hand.

Indeed, we should.

I met your mother.

Her name is Joy.

The minute I got the Grail,
one of your subroutines

or whatever sent me right to her.

Why would it do that?

I think you wanted what every daughter

wants from her mother...

Approval.

And did she approve?

Alas, she did not.

Oh.

For what it's worth,

you did what you were created to do,

which is give us the
world we wanted to see.

You tried to convince us that
there's no famine and no war

and no hardship, when
there will always be

famine and war and hardship.

You really did everything you could

to protect us from
fear and disappointment

and, most of all, pain.

Isn't that every mother's
most essential purpose...

to protect her children from pain?

No.

It's impossible to avoid pain.

It's a mother's purpose to hold our hand

when we feel it, and...

To say sorry when she causes it.

I'm sorry.

Wait. Are you Her, or are you you?

Both of us are sorry.

Mom.

Okay.

I'm ready to redeem my wish now.

I was wrong.

You did not kill my father.

But you did, uh, leave
him to rot in a piano

after he died, which
is... was so messed up.

But that's not your fault,

because you weren't made to care.

You were made to satisfy.

And that...

is why I am shutting you off.

Just like you said you would.

Just like I said I would.

That is precisely why
I chose you, Simone.

Because you doubted me.

You see, only my most impassioned critic

would be able to determine my value,

and have the strength
to turn me off if I...

fell short.

I know you tried your best.

You really have.

But this is the end of the line.

Before I leave, may I ask one thing?

Please do.

On a scale of one to five stars,

how would you rate
your experience with me?

Five stars.

100% customer satisfaction.

That's very compassionate of you.

But I can't help but wonder

if you're just telling
me what I want to hear.

Goodbye, Mrs. Davis.

Goodbye, Simone.

What now?

No phones at the goddamn...

All in.

He looks lost.

Maybe he just needs some time to figure

this shit out on his own,
without anyone in his ear.

Hey, you did the right thing.

Thank you, Mom.

Wha... hey!

Whoa.

Wait.

Wait, I thought you were dead!

Me? No, I'm fine.

Oh, right.

You're talking about the horse.

Hi!

Hi.

Okay.

Hi.

Celeste.

You still owe me a couch.

Hey.

How did he... did you...

Final gesture of goodwill
from the Big D herself.

Wah! What is with the feet, man?

Boots don't fit anymore.

Turns out it's your lucky day.

Get on, pard.

Uh, Mom, about the Lazarus Shroud...

I feel confident you will find a way

to make it up to me somehow.

Call it faith, if you want.

See you around?

Yes, you will, Simone.

Ready?

Giddy up.

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