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

so I can destroy a dangerously powerful algorithm.

- Well, I don't want to talk to "it." - Because 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.

I'm sure my ex is taking the "marriage to Christ" thing literally.

- Why is this so good? - You speak as though you're jealous.

- 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 a whale and maybe get our heads exploded.

That's about the size of it, yeah.

Are you giggling?

What? I was praying. Is there something you need, Sister?

- Your mother's here to see you. - Oh, my... 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 because, 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 sixties,

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.

Mother, I regret to inform you, I do not use the word "unburden," so...

I can smell you! Show yourself!

Dad?

My girls.

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

I did not know about this, 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'm 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 and 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?

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 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 time's sake. - Stop!

The old times were a shitshow, Monty. Long live progress.

I'll sign the papers.

After twelve 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

It never occurred to you to just talk to me?

You always look so happy, I didn't wanna 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 a hard no.

I want you at performance because I'm scared.

Can we 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...

MRS DAVIS

Oh, come on, I only need ten 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 four o'clock. - 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! It took two ships, three international flights,

and one very long bus ride to get here.

We can wait a few more hours. Whatever it takes, right?

Yeah.

Don't mess with that. You 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...

Yeah.

- Tacos? - A trio of tacos.

You make falafel. I like falafel.

Alas, not everyone does. Tastes change, I gotta change too.

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.

Out there, I only know what people tell me.

Now you have.

That's not all.

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's...

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.

I am married to you. I'm attracted to you!

- So you don't wanna have sex with Wiley? - Oh, my God!

- Is that a yes? - I have vows, Jay! I made vows!

Your vows didn't cover monogamy, and it doesn't seem entirely fair

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

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 are, they're separate concepts, man, and you cannot just give me a hall pass,

like, there's no way the Boss would go for... Stop, hey!

Jay, what are you doing? Jay! Jay, stop!

Hi, can Simone sleep with Wiley?

Sure, thanks.

- The Boss says it's cool. - There's no one behind that door!

Oh, there is absolutely someone behind that door, Simone.

Whatever you're doing, whatever guilt you are trying to absolve yourself from...

by 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!

Sorry.

Your mother's ready to see us now.

- 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 whale,

the stomach acid would apparently eat me alive, unless I have protection,

and the Shroud, ironically, is sort of the perfect...

It has its own oxygen supply and gives me enough mobility to grab

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 I could really go for that coffee.

Then go for it.

Pick a book, any book. Here's the hint, I read it to you when you were little.

I remember dad reading, not you.

That's because you preferred his silly voices and adlibbery.

Pardon me for sticking to the text.

Pick!

Oh, fuck me! Jesus. 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 thirty seconds to enter security phrase.

Twenty-nine, twenty-right, twenty-seven, twenty-six...

Are the walls moving?

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

You have ten seconds to enter security phrase.

- Why is your password so long? - Because size matters.

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?"

Well, that 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?

MAGIC RESURRECTED

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 and Shine Reno!,

I will resurrect magic and myself,

by performing the most dangerous escape

you or the accursed Mrs. Davis has ever seen.

I'll lower myself into this vat, immersing myself into acid.

Yes, real acid!

And 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's 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! - Oh, 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 Asrah 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!

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's 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.

Asrah 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 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 God damn 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.

Come on, Wiley. Come on, on your boots, man.

No fucking... No.

That's it.

Sorry, I get 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, right?

It's a tissue, it's like a fancy Kleenex.

Mission accomplished.

What happened to your face, mate?

Oh, she wouldn't give me coffee, so I had to improvise.

Did you punch yourself? Did you pull a fuckin' Durden to ruin her couch?

Yeah, you did. You cheeky bastard.

- I was 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.

Say it, Nun. Plan a heist.

- Just 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's the panic room. Getting into it is going to be the trick.

- And the window panels? - Dropped when I picked the wrong book.

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

- I will bet my arse, 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.

The night security guard puts eyes on nun's mum's office every five minutes.

You'll need to cut through in three.

No problemo. Let's get some practice.

All right, next up, hallway with the... What do you call them? "Wall crushers."

Call it the Trash Compactor, 'cause your mom's ripped 'em from Star Wars.

- My mom has never seen Star Wars. - Everyone's seen Star Wars.

I've never seen Star Wars.

What you call 'em is irrelevant. What is relevant is those walls will crush you.

A force of ten thousand kilos per square meter. Which is why you'll need...

The Constipator. Because it blocks shit up.

It's very clever and gross.

As soon as that bookcase closes,

you jam this baby straight betwixt the wall cheeks, and it'll do the rest.

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 one-hundred-eight password characters,

Nun's Crucifix Cam captured all but four,

but our computer can run trillions of simulations

and gives the highest probability of the missing characters.

And by highest probability we're talking, what?

Eighty-six percent, give or take.

So there's a fourteen percent chance I get crushed like a grape?

No, you won't get crushed 'cause you'll have deployed The Constipator.

- 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. As soon as you've cut through the panel,

we'll fire a grappling hook into the office. You secure the wire.

Yeah. Look at Wiley go. He zip-lines over.

You too, Nun. You'll follow suit. With your Laza-daza-majig.

And Bob's your uncle. That's all there is to it.

Okay. That's how we get out. How we looking on getting in?

Behold, Trojan Couch.

Just enough room for one fella, one Sheila, a blowtorch, and a Constipator.

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'll already be inside.

Well, okay. I think that's everything.

That's everything.

Yeah. Well, given the tightness of our quarters,

it would be ungentlemanly for me not to shower.

Oh, much obliged.

The rest of you lot, fuck off.

- Excuse me. - Not you. No.

I've got a present for you, Nun. Gimme your arm.

Okay.

Three passwords, different permutations of the missing characters,

but you should have time to try all of 'em.

Because The Constipator will buy me time.

Look, 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,

the 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, and 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?

- That's fine. - There you go.

I also took the liberty of synching 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. - Okay. Yeah, you're all set.

It's pretty fast-acting, so things might get a little loopy before you pass out.

Sweet dreams.

- Can you... If you just... - Okay. Yeah.

It's kinda cozy in here.

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. - Oh, don't you wanna know?

No, ma'am, I don't.

But I do wanna 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. Your pops, he was one of the greats.

Such a talent. Such a horrible way to go out.

Oh, my God.

You really are a nun.

Oh, yeah, I really am a nun.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

This is Sandy.

I watched the whole thing on TV. It was horrible.

I almost threw up.

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

Could I actually steal you for a second?

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.

- Why are we going into a closet? - In now.

Okay. Lizzie? What you're doing?

I'm grieving.

Don't.

- I shouldn't have come. - No. Wait, wait, list...

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

- Stop it. - I'm certain it's him.

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.

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

And you of all people should know that, Elizabeth.

- Did we make it? - We got three minutes.

- See you soon. - Have fun, you two.

You have thirty seconds to enter security phrase.

This is super cool.

Come on.

Damn you, Constipator!

Dude, you're thrashing it. Here it goes.

This should do it.

You have nineteen seconds to enter security phrase.

Come on, come on.

JQ, it's JBH. We're in. Confirming, going for extraction.

Do you copy? Over.

four, three, two, one, zero.

- Repeat that, mate. Signal weak. - Shit. Maybe it's this rain?

Rain? Not seeing any fuckin' 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 that 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 used 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.

So, you're just gonna leave us here?

Oy, do you read? Come in, mate.

Yeah, we read you.

That's great. Fantastic. You wanna 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. You hot? - It's actually kinda 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.

I needed to believe that my dad was dead for my mom to believe he was dead and...

Oh, my God, it's just a fucking hundred 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.

Lizzie...

I have to warn you, I'm not gonna stop you this time.

I don't want you to stop me.

- Hello. - Who are you?

Oh, my God! Look, I know that we talked about this.

Oh, he can't hear you... or see you.

- Hey, babe. - Hey...

Let me guess. You're having sex right now.

Yes, 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.

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.

Where are you right now?

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.

- Sorry, sorry. - No, no, no, that's your...

It's probably best we didn't... Anyway, you know...

- Come out, come out, you lot! - Shit! Oh, Christ.

Okay.

My God, this is beautiful! I mean, game recognizes game, Nun.

Your mum, she's a freakin' assassin!

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

Bloody hell!

Nun, your mom's definitely seen Star Wars.

She fills a replica trash compactor

of a replica fucking trash compactor, for God's sake.

Fuckin' legend. Were you nervous? Bet you were fucking nervous, Nun.

I wouldn't have been nervous. She's so fuckin' lucky.

I'd love to be in a trash compactor. I would've fucking loved that shit.

Hey. Can you pull over? I'm hungry.

I'd like to be alone.

You want us to wait?

No, I'll find my way back.

- Did I do something wrong? - No, Wiley.

You were great.

Excuse me. Sorry. Hi, are you talking to Mrs. Davis?

Yes.

Would you mind proxying for me?

Oh, do you wanna 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?

Hey, MD? There's 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.

Thank you.

- Okay, I'm gonna be her now. - Okay.

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.

What?

She had an urgent question that need 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 so 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 would my mother help...

"Mother"?

- Redirect. Ten-forty-two, Sandy Springs. - What?

Ten-forty-two, ten-forty-two.

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, 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 wanna know, you can hear it yourself.

Hello?

Yep, I'm here.

Thank you.

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. I was the one who suggested he use the Asrah Table.

And 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?

I believe you're forgetting your end of the bargain.

You promised me 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 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.