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So, you'll care of that? Great.

Talk?

Yes, but whatever you do, do not let her leave that room.

Yes, ma'am.

She shows no signs of dilation.

We did her blood work, her ultrasound. There's no HCG.

A hormone secreted by the placenta.

What are you saying?

She didn't give birth today.

Guess that's not that surprising. She is old as the hills.

The blood wasn't her blood.

Hi, there. What's your name?

Maisie. Maisie de Brosius Montgomery.

Where's my baby?

Maisie, I am Lois Tryon. I'm a detective.

Your baby is fine. They have him in an incubator.

But I need to ask you some questions.

Is he okay? [chuckles]

He's so early, but isn't it glorious?

Maisie, where did you give birth today?

Was it in the car? Were you at home?

You can't be in my room for very long.

'Cause I don't understand why I'm talking to the police,

- and not pediatricians and specialists. - Mm-hmm. [clicks tongue]

Don't you think it's a little unusual for a woman your age to have given birth?

[clicks tongue] Sarah, of biblical fame, aged 90,

gives birth right here in the glorious book of Genesis.

There's that word again. "Glorious."

And in Spain, 2006, Maria del Carmen de Lara

gave birth, age 66.

So I want my baby. I wanna go home.

Home. Where is home, Maisie?

Hmm?

You know, your blood work was tested, and there's no way you gave birth today.

But I was at a crime scene earlier

where pregnant women were cut open, and their babies were taken from them.

We are going to test that

and find out if it's a match.

It's not.

But there is great malefaction in this town.

You have noticed that, Detective, yes?

Sometimes stillborns are used in glorious ceremonies.

- To fight these evils. - Okay.

Now that's the third time.

Is there a reason you keep using the word "glorious"?

Could possibly be someone that's trying to get your attention.

And who would that be?

[gasps]

Have you ever wondered why you're encountering me today, Detective?

Maybe it was kismet. Maybe it was meant to be.

Maybe it's a sign. And I wonder.

What makes you imagine

this is not all just some glorious dream you're having?

[scoffs]

I wish it were. [sighs]

What would I represent?

You, perhaps?

What would the baby represent?

Also you. We might be just some kind of a vision.

Okay. Well... [sighs]

...thank you, Maisie. [sighs]

Do you know what a 5150 hold is?

Let me explain. I'm gonna talk to the staff,

and I'm gonna have them hold you in the psych ward for 72 hours,

just until we get all this worked out, okay?

Please.

Please, don't.

[sighs]

I just want my dear baby.

And to go off, blown by El Niño.

[breathing heavily]

What wrong have I ever done?

[sighs]

[Maisie] Nothing.

But you? [scoffs]

What wrongs have you done?

[chuckles]

More than you can imagine.

She was fun.

We got a hit from Interpol on her fingerprints.

Nothing in this country. But you're not gonna believe it.

Try me.

Her real name is Moira Hatsa Georgio. Born in Thessaloníki, Greece.

She's 67. And when you got Glorious McKall on human trafficking,

this sweetheart was part of the family obtaining babies in Cyprus.

Jesus Christ! She was in there going on about glorious this, glorious that.

And said that someone was trying to get my attention.

Have you ID'ed the baby yet?

Not yet.

But you better go to Glorious's, 'cause it sounds like she found you.

[car approaching]

Glorious McKall. Pimp, sex trafficker.

She was in prison for life. I have no idea how she got out.

She's at spot 5 on Poinsettia Circle over there.

Quiet. A few seniors.

She's not easy.

I collared her twice. Saved her life once. Heroin OD.

Just have my back. If it spirals, it'll spiral fast.

[footsteps approaching]

Glorious McKall Ministries.

[clicks tongue] I encourage misbegotten people to live their best lives.

Under the loving gaze of the Heavenly Father.

I've been expecting you.

[Glorious inhales, sighs]

Let's go in here where it's cold.

Honey, getting old is no joke.

It hurts. It's hard on your feet. Hard on your knees.

Hard on your titties. [chuckles] It's just hard.

[Glorious grunts]

You look healthy.

I'm taking all my meds. Clozapine, lithium and Prozac.

You met my marvelous Maisie.

That's why you're here today, right?

- How did you get our of prison, Glorious? - Oh.

Honey, you're always the last to know.

I was the most confidential informant.

I gave Interpol them nasty baby traders from Istanbul.

And, voilà, witness protection in Port Charles.

Now all the Turkish mafia is dead, and I'm free as a bird.

[Glorious chuckles]

So they've turned a blind eye to the drugs and girls you ran.

The girls I started pensions for?

Gave blue-chip health insurance to?

Those checkups-every-month girls?

One of whose daughter just graduated summa cum laude from Harvard.

Okay. I get it.

Here's the real question. Why are you trying to kill me, hmm?

That's what all of this is really about.

You're-You're taunting me with these fucking murders.

Look, look, look. I don't have time for your killing and your lies.

You're way off.

Also, for the record, props to Glorious here

for getting that little baby to y'all

before he be sold to that nice family in Modesto.

[floorboard creaks]

[Glorious] Maisie gets a little carried away when she's slaughtering the chickens.

It's for my ministry's dinner tomorrow, fool.

[whispering] There's a guy with a MAC-10 in the trailer opposite us

and a girl with an Uzi in the back.

Don't.

Listen, Glorious. What do you say we finish conversating at the station

when I'm in a less precarious position?

You know, when I'm not so open and exposed.

[bird flutters, chirps]

I'm afraid my days of submission are over, dear.

- [gunshot] - [grunts]

- [gunshot] - [grunts]

[squawking]

[grunts]

Ha!

Dispatch, I need backup and an ambulance at our location.

Code 4. Officer-involved shooting.

[Lois] Oh.

Confidential informant or not,

this ought to get you a nice, long stint.

You are being toyed with by a false prophet.

He thinks we are on the edge of the end.

War. Rumors of war. Nations rising against nation.

He wants to use you as a... [stutters] ...holy lamb.

The death of a good woman...

will jar the people... Huh! Oh, Hallelujah!

...will jar the people out of their stupor.

That's right.

It's happening all over.

Slaughters of the evil and the good so people will turn to salvation

before the final chapter, okay?

And you know this how?

Why do you think I sent Maisie to you?

[Lois stammers]

D-Does Maisie know him?

She was one of his congregants.

[Franklin] You through? All right. Keep moving.

[Glorious] Oh, thank you, Father!

It's all good now.

Hallelujah.

It's all good now.

[bird chirps, flutters]

[vibrating]

[vibrating stops]

- [♪ choral music playing through phone] - [breathing on phone]

Who is this?

[breathing continues]

I'm close to finding you. You're aware of that?

Is that why you're calling? To scare me?

I'm not afraid, asshole.

I'm not afraid of dying.

Sick fuck. And I will get you before you have the pleasure.

I am fully awake now.

And it's you who should be terrified.

[line clicks]

[drops phone]

[sighs]

[water running]

[camera shutter clicks]

Oh! Hello?

Hello? Hello. [chuckles]

- Sorry. Sorry. - [sighs, whispers] What?

- [panting] Sorry. - What are you doing here?

Has something happened with Marshall?

Oh. Oh, no. No, no, no. No, no, Marshall's fine.

Well, he's not fine, but he's-he's unchanged.

No, really, I-I just wanted to speak to you.

And it could not wait a moment longer.

Peace offering?

[stutters] Peace offering? What?

A very good vodka. Croatian potatoes.

I bring it back from holiday in Dubrovnik every year. Easier on the pancreas.

- [sighs] - Um, may I come in?

What I have to say is not for the veranda.

[♪ "My Lover's Prayer" playing over radio]

[Nurse Redd sighs]

Oh.

Oh.

Your serial killer... [inhales sharply]

I never stop thinking about it.

How thus far you're incapable of catching him,

it must be a crushing burden.

[sighs]

It's my job.

What is this about?

I see lots of terrible things in my job too, like you.

And like you,

I've... I've grown a shell around me.

You lost the capacity to comfort,

more and more unaffected by the dying,

their families...

Is this going somewhere? [sighs]

[phone buzzing]

[buzzing continues]

Do you need to... to get this?

[buzzing continues]

[buzzing stops]

But actually... [clears throat]

[clears throat]

There's another connection between us that you need to know about.

You see...

[sighs]

I knew Marshall.

Before.

I was bored in my job.

Single.

I went to work.

I came home to my orange tabby who actually despised me.

And I was smarter than that.

You know... [stutters] ...I deserve more than that.

I wanted to be what I once was in the world, you know?

Vital and curious.

Anyway, um...

One day, I read this article in the local paper about his seminar.

Terror management in existential philosophy.

And I went.

Terror management is simply this.

The film in our heads, which we can't see, which is always running,

is a horror flick. The soundtrack of which is terrifying.

And this is what we are hearing today.

I will die. Those I love will die. All will die.

And we cope with that horror

by seeking out and creating anything that gives us a sense of permanence.

Patriotism, procreation, art.

All attempts to silence that soundtrack.

And that is how we manage...

the terror of death.

Questions?

[Nurse Redd] Oh, that class.

I took it again the following semester, learning more than I had the prior.

...the burden of creating meaning in an indifferent universe.

Live fully and die.

You hear me?

Hello!

[class chuckles]

This is our final lecture.

I have so appreciated you all.

Stay in touch if you'd like. Fan mail is always appreciated.

[students laugh]

Enjoy the summer. Thank you.

[students cheering]

[applause continues]

Always the last to leave.

I hate a ending, Professor.

I think, in fact, this seminar is saving me.

Eh, maybe over drinks you can tell me why it saved you.

Is that a yes?

My cruelty to you...

is lost without...

Do you know how... how hard and how much he grieved what happened to your family?

Nothing can prepare you

to live with the hole in your stomach when you see your child

sneaking a... a quart of ice cream in a drugstore parking lot,

or your wife with a pint of some cheap vodka.

How does...

Did I do this to them?

Did I destroy them?

[Nurse Redd] The first time he cried, it broke my heart.

- All I wanted was to take his pain away. - [Marshall sobbing]

And then I realized...

that was my meaning.

That was why I was here.

He was my raison d'être.

He had so much guilt.

[stammers] I said I'd quit.

You know, we could move back to Britain. I have a beach shack in Dungeness.

But he wouldn't leave you two.

And then he arrived at the ER... [shakily] ...and he was...

he was intubated within hours.

And then... [crying]

I lost the only hint of light... [sniffles] ...that I had.

That you didn't even value, but to me, it was everything. [sobbing]

Oh. Come on, now.

Come on.

[sniffles]

Oh.

Well...

- Oh. - [Lois] Yeah.

Now that must have taken so much courage.

I owe you more than my rage. [sniffles]

Mmm.

And I suppose I did think that tonight might end with you...

[chuckles] ...holding a pistol to my face.

- Aw. - [chuckling]

You poor thing.

You spoke too soon.

[gasps]

If I see you around my husband's hospital room one more time...

- [cocks gun] - [gasps]

...it will be you that's on life support.

Now, you have till the count of four to get the fuck out of my house.

Oh. [stammers]

- No! - One, two, three...

[door slams shut]

[♪ orchestral music on TV]

[sighs]

[narrator on TV] ...around their wings.

When it's too hot, they stop flying so they don't get overheated...

You spoke to my savior, Glorious.

So, now you understand the good work we do?

That she made me do?

Rescuing the children from him.

Yep. I used to assist him.

She helped me take those children.

Okay. Who's in charge?

[stammers] And who's "he"?

And what is it, you... you take children from unwed mothers?

He is a prophet of disassembling.

I understand that now. A false prophet.

And Glorious made me see the work I was doing for him was a sin.

Kidnapping children and k-killing women? Yes.

Okay, but-but if you tell me where they are, where... where he is,

in some measure, it might be redemptive.

If it's not too late.

Those were not good mothers.

They would have given their babies away to strangers,

made 'em work on the streets like whores.

They did not love those babies.

Those women's choices condemned those children to death.

We had to save 'em.

He made me believe they were going to homes of grace and good.

But he lied so convincingly. Glorious...

Made you see.

She's a peach. I get it. Look.

I think he may well be beyond your abilities.

An Antichrist. An entity.

A man some of the time with the tongue of a black goat.

Look, Maisie.

I need to find those babies.

He admires you, you know?

He wouldn't have shown you otherwise.

Yeah.

You must be very careful.

That-That makes you very vulnerable to infection.

Wait, wait. Wouldn't have shown me what?

The breach. The place where the earth opened up.

The place of fires and brimstone in the desert.

The place that spews forth.

[stutters] You mean that fire pit?

He lured me out there.

He was trying to get rid of me. He wants to kill me.

[chuckles] No, my dear.

No. If only it were that easy.

Death is nothing. No.

If he wanted you dead, you would be dead.

He has bigger plans for you.

For you to be a martyr.

[sighs]

Maisie?

Where are the babies?

Please.

[tires screech]

[officer 1] Go, A Team, go! Breaching in the rear!

Go! Move, move, move!

We'll clear. You bring the medics in behind us.

[Lois] Okay. Don't shoot to kill if you can help it.

- I want him brought in alive. - Roger that.

Let's go. Move in, move in!

Go, go!

- [officer 2] Clear! - [officer 3 in distance] Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

Holy shit.

[crying]

[officer 3] Clear and set perimeter high and low.

Medics, we need these ladies alive!

- [alarm blaring] - [officers shouting]

[victims crying]

[crying continues]

[officer chatter]

[officer 4] Make way for EMCS.

Oh. [crying]

[officer 4] I want these women safe.

[babies crying]

We need the pediatric unit now.

[babbling]

[officer 4] You're okay, ladies. You're okay. You're in good hands now.

[♪ choral music playing in distance]

[♪ music continues]

[both chuckling]

[panting]

[gasps]

[breathes deeply]