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Morgan.

How do you feel?

Like I want to shoot up.

You got any heroin on you?

Sorry.

No.

Useless.

We didn't order a pizza.

Sure you did. Extra large pepperoni.

Side of brimstone.

Like it?

I call it damnation home delivery.

Sell your soul, and I'll supersize your soda. Look, I'm busy right now. Ah, yes.

Playing nurse to your drug-addled whore. Well,

I'm afraid you're going to have to leave your domestic bliss behind, dear boy.

I want to introduce you to your new client.

Just gotta make a little stop.

Two double cheese pizzas for the Zamboni driver.

Guy divides his time between clogging his arteries

and peeping into the female change room.

Be a cold day back home, I can't make a deal with him.

Enough.

Are you gonna tell me who the client is or not?

Oh.

Isabel Vincent, you're not telling me you made a deal with her.

She'd have been a kid.

No, that's too sick even for you.

Excuse me.

This is a private practice session. The rink is closed to the public.

We're delivering a pizza.

We?

Right. Why don't you get out of here now?

Isn't it lovely?

These are all my little souls.

I used to gather them myself, but by the 14th century, I needed some help.

That's how I found Morgan. He was a monk back then, so he played hard to get,

but I found that with the right bait, you can catch any fish you want.

In the end, he came to work for me. He became a collector.

Then recently he made me the most interesting proposal

he wants to seek salvation for his clients.

I decided to let him try.

For now.

This is incredible. I think we have a new junior Canadian champion.

Isabel, how did you feel to be the youngest skater to win the La Ligue?

Oh, well, I guess I should come clean.

I'm actually 35. Thank you, Botox.

No, seriously, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my dad.

He's the best coach on the planet.

So, are you going to be the youngest to win the Olympics, too?

Well, I hope so. I mean, I want to win a gold medal for Canada.

And for my mom.

I just think it's strange that this Pym guy

turns up around two different celebrities.

You don't think that's strange?

Gabriel, we gotta go!

No.

The rap star, the one who died, and that supermodel,

the one whose sister keeled over from clogged arteries or whatever.

Now, I was at the art gallery that night she died.

I think I saw him there.

Gabriel, we gotta go. The pool opens in ten minutes.

No, he didn't kill her. He was just around.

It just... Gabriel, we get into that stuff at the pool.

Look, Rachel, I gotta go.

Yeah, yeah.

All right, Tiger.

Let's get you out of this stuff.

I'm sorry.

I know you don't like to be touched.

You ready to go?

I think that's enough for today.

Well?

Honestly?

Yeah.

Perfect.

Who's the luckiest dad in the whole world, huh?

You are.

You're gonna win this, Izzy.

You're gonna get the gold.

I'm gonna call Maiko about the music. I'll wait for you outside.

Isabelle? My name is Morgan Pym, I need to talk to you.

Yeah, you're a reporter?

No.

I'm here about the deal you made ten years ago.

Ten years ago of a six. I don't know what you're talking about.

You really don't know?

I've had weirdos coming out of the woodwork since I was 12.

I know how to defend myself.

Whoa!

She was six years old. She couldn't have had a clue what she was doing.

Yeah, children aren't much of a challenge, you know?

I mean, I could have taken you when you were a little boy,

but it's so much more interesting to wait until you were a monk.

I mean, with kids, all it takes is a lollipop and a red balloon,

and then putty in your hands.

You know? That's boring. No.

This is impossible. God would never allow this.

I agree with you totally. If there was a God...

She doesn't remember a thing. Look,

I could spend the entire 48 hours just trying to convince

her that she made a deal in the first place.

Listen, buddy, I'd love to discuss your problems and everything,

but if these pizzas aren't delivered in half an hour, they're free.

And eaten, and injected, stored things you can't imagine. Do you know why?

Because I found out too late that you only get lunches.

Morgan.

Operator.

Collect call, please.

Who can I say is calling?

Their daughter.

Your name, please.

Maya.

There's no one home. Would you like to try another number? No.

After I told her that for a bazillion times the only thing I can't stand is sequins,

what does she make for my long program?

A glitter dress.

That looks good on you.

Fine, Dad. I'll set my routine to disco.

Some creep came up to me at the rink today after you went to the car.

What? Why didn't you tell me?

You're a big girl, Daddy. I can handle it.

Isabel, you should have told me so that we could have called the police.

Well, Dad, he was just some mental case talking

about some deal I made. It was harmless.

The baby's home! Oh, my gosh! But my birthday's off for two days. Oh,

the baby learned how to count.

Happy birthday, kiddo. Thanks. Come on.

Stop it!

And since she's the baby of the team, we all feel very protective of her,

which is a joke, since she started out skating us when she was still in diapers.

Oh, Kitty, that is so not true. I was potty trained.

But don't worry, Mr. Van Sant.

We'll still take good care of her when we all

fly out to Italy next week for the games.

In fact, we already bought her her own car seat.

Blah, blah, blah, blah. Tim, you show some respect.

You're a member of the team, too. I'm the alternate.

I'll be lucky if I get to carry their luggage to the airport.

But enough talk. Let's eat some cake.

Happy birthday, Isabel. Thanks.

Happy birthday, Isabel. Happy birthday, Isabel.

Your mom would be very proud of you.

I thought we'd see your grandmother here.

Oh, I doubt my dad invited her. You know we don't really keep in touch.

I know, but you're on your way to the Olympics.

I'm sure she'd want to share in your success.

Why? She never celebrated my mom's success. I mean,

she didn't feel anything for her own daughter. Why would she feel anything for me?

Well, have a nice party.

Thanks.

Who's there?

Isabel. We have to talk.

It's a matter of life and death.

Or worse.

When I told my dad what you said, I thought

he'd say you were some loon, but he didn't.

It's almost like it meant something to him.

Isabel! Please, I'll meet you anywhere you say, but it has to be soon.

There you are. Come on, we've got to start packing.

What? For Italy? We're not leaving until next week.

Change of plans.

Booked us a new flight. We leave tomorrow night.

Good morning.

So, today's the big day.

Yeah, Dad, why the change of plans?

Give you a chance to skate in the arenas before the games,

give you an edge on the competition.

Well, it's just that I was really looking forward to going with the team.

I'm doing this for you, okay?

Okay.

For us. We're a team, remember?

I wish your mother could see you now.

You're gonna win that gold she should have won.

Oh, damn. I forgot about the interview with Breakfast Television.

You're leaving early, but doesn't that mess up the whole media campaign?

It'll give me an edge. I want to have as much time

as possible to get used to skating on their ice.

Yeah, I've heard that Italian ice is very different from Canadian ice. Oh, it is,

it is. They use 50% red wine.

So, Isabelle, you've got to be thinking about your mom right now. Yeah.

And you were her coach, too, weren't you? Yes, that's right, I was.

Then she got pregnant with Isabelle.

It was a bit of a scandal in the figure skating world, wasn't it?

I, uh, fell in love.

She was a fantastic skater.

The best I've ever seen.

She put all of her dreams on hold so that she could become a mom.

And then later, when it looked like she might have another Shauna...

Do you remember your mom?

Only from pictures, really. I mean, she died when I was four.

It was an aneurysm.

The last thing that Rebecca told me was that she wanted Isabelle to be a skater.

To be the best.

So, Isabelle, be honest. Is it hard having a dad who's also your coach?

Sure, sometimes. But, I mean, he works just as hard as I do. He has no life.

No, seriously, I mean, he puts his heart and soul into my training.

And he's not just my dad or my coach.

He's my best friend.

I think I hear him.

Really? What's he saying?

Nothing.

He's snoring.

We still have to agree on a name.

We will.

Gwen, I hate all your names and you hate all my names.

We'll flip a coin.

Seriously. Do you really want to name him Gabriel?

He'll get his butt kicked in the playground.

How about a more manly name like Tom, Nick or Bud?

When the time comes, you can decide.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

You actually gave in on something?

Hey, Rachel, bring a camera. I want to record this moment.

Thanks a lot, guys. Thank you.

Where are you going?

Katie forgot Carlos, and she'll freak if she

doesn't have him for the flight next week.

Well, okay, but make sure you come straight home afterwards, understood? Yeah.

You mean like the Christian, tail, horns, pitchfork guy?

Actually, he takes different human forms here on Earth,

depending on what demographic he's targeting.

Last time I saw him, he was delivering pizza. Pizza?

Isabel, we've only got 24 hours.

Before I go to hell for all eternity? Yeah, I got that part.

But we have a chance to save you if you seek redemption.

You really believe all of this?

Belief is for people who aren't sure.

I know.

Okay, well, what you know makes you sound like a freaking lunatic.

Then why are you still sitting here?

Ever since I told my dad about you, he's been acting all weird. I mean,

suddenly we're leaving tonight, and he's making up all these weird excuses.

He's trying to get you out of town so the devil can't collect.

It won't work.

You're talking like my dad knows about the supposed deal I made.

If someone who's made a deal tells somebody else, they both go to hell.

But in this case, it seems like he must have been there. He must have known.

Wait, stop. That's the craziest thing you've said so far. My dad loves me.

I can't believe I'm letting you suck me into this delusional fantasy. I mean,

if you really work for the devil, then why aren't you rich?

Or aren't you supposed to be coughing up snakes or something? I mean, no offense,

but you're pretty ordinary.

I'm almost 700 years old.

Really? You don't look a day over 200. Look under the table.

Oh, what? Are you going to get kinky now?

Just look.

Anything from ten years ago?

Anything about your deal?

It was just a little girl.

Your birthday, then?

Do you remember your sixth birthday?

I remember a man.

He came after the party. He talked to my dad.

He gave me candy, and I remember thinking I just had cake.

Do you remember what he said to you?

He said he had a present for me.

I remember exactly what he said.

He asked me if I wanted to be the best skater in the world, like Mommy.

Good enough to skate in the Olympics.

He asked me if I'd do anything to have that happen.

And you said yes?

Explains the timing.

Your first competition at the Olympics is in for two weeks,

but your deal is up in 24 hours.

I think the devil tricked you.

I think you made a deal to be good enough to skate in the Olympics,

not a deal for you to actually be in the Olympics and win.

So I'm not going to make it there?

Isabelle, we have to work on finding your redemption.

You have to forget about the Olympics.

Forget about it? I can't forget about it. I've worked my whole life for it.

Your skating ability has probably already started to fade.

That is not true. My skating is for real.

Belief is for people who aren't sure, and I know.

Let's find out.

I'm sorry.

For what? It's just because this whole thing is freaking me out right now.

My talent is real.

I worked my butt off to get where I am.

I'm sure you have.

But hasn't it come easier for you than it has for your teammates?

It came easier for me because I inherited my mom's talent. I mean,

she could have gone to the Olympics if she hadn't had me.

And she knew I had her talent, and that's why she wanted me to go for the gold.

And who told you that?

It's my dad. I have to go to the airport.

Isabel, there's only one way out of this.

You owe it to yourself to at least find out the truth.

Hey, this is Isabel. I can't get to my cell right now,

but leave me a message and I'll call you back.

The devil never gives something for nothing.

In order to balance out your good fortune, someone else had to suffer.

So sending me to hell for eternity isn't enough?

Can you think of anyone who's had to suffer because of your success?

No.

All right.

Sometimes it helps to find out what led up to someone making their deal.

How would I know that? I was six.

Is there someone who remembers that time in your life?

Someone in your family who can fill in the details?

I mean, someone other than your dad.

Well, there's my grandma.

My mom's mom.

But I haven't talked to her in years, and she's... She's kind of a bitch.

If you haven't talked to her in years, how do you know?

Okay, then.

You look more like your mother all the time. Hi, Grandma.

What's going on?

Listen, I need to talk with you. Can we come in?

I have some questions about Mom, and I didn't know who else to ask.

So?

This isn't a sentimental visit.

Grandma, I'm sorry, but Dad told me things you said. Things he said you said.

And I know it's been a long time, but I might be in serious trouble.

What kind of trouble?

I can't talk about it.

So... You don't speak to me for five years.

Then you turn up on my doorstep without even a phone call.

And you want me to help you out of trouble.

That you don't trust me enough to tell me about.

You expect too much of people, Isabel.

Anyway, you expect too much of me.

Knock again.

There might be someone else we can ask.

Who's that?

Sarah Eklund. She was my mom's best friend.

Hello?

Hi, Mrs. Eklund. It's Isabel. Can I come over?

I need to talk to you.

Is it Tammy? Is she okay?

I guess. I haven't seen her.

No, please, it's really important. I have to ask you some questions about my mom.

I need to know what happened when I was a kid.

Let's go see her.

It's always better to talk to people face to face.

She'll never let us in, and it's a high-security building.

We can buzz all the other tenants, say we're delivering a package.

Or a pizza.

But even if you get in the lobby, we can't get on the elevator.

You need a special key. I have a better idea.

Tammy! Tammy!

Tammy!

No way! Izzy got the pole on her ass and is

here to party! Woo! Hey, what are you doing?

I was just getting to know one of those guys over there!

He with you? Yeah.

I do peer into older guys,

but I guess it makes sense given the unusually

close relationship you have with your dad.

Tammy, I've been looking for you all night.

You have to take me to your mom's place.

Why? Because if it's really important, I have

to talk to her. About what? About my mom.

So go see her at the office tomorrow, but make an appointment because I have to.

No, tomorrow is too late. It has to be tonight.

Right, Izzy says jump and we all obey.

I'm not one of your ass-kissing posse members. I've got a news flash for you.

My mom's not going to talk to you tonight or ever about your mom.

Why not? Because she knows things.

What?

What things? I love this song!

Hey, Izzy! Your boyfriend just tried to grab my ass!

How did you get in here? Tammy's keys.

What?

Who the hell are you?

A friend of the family.

Well, give me those keys.

Please, Mrs. Eklund.

It's just... I know you know things about my mom, and I can't tell you why,

but you have to talk to me.

It's history, Isabel. Just leave it alone. You don't need to know.

Believe me, Mrs. Eklund, what I don't know right now could kill me.

Isabel, Jesus, where have you been?

Who's this?

He works for the devil.

Oh, God.

So it's all true?

Let me explain.

Tell me again how Mom died.

I've told you, huh? It was an aneurysm.

That's one version, Dad.

Here's another.

She killed herself.

And in this version, you're the one with the ambition.

And you want to create an Olympic gold medalist, and Mom looks like your ticket.

Until she gets pregnant.

And you beg her to have an abortion. You beg her.

But she refuses, and I get born anyway.

So you get her back on the ice after a few years,

but it's too late. She's out of practice.

She can't go for the gold, and she feels guilty.

She feels like she's let you down because you tell her that she's let you down.

You tell her she's weak and that she's a terrible mother,

and finally she can't take it anymore.

She thinks you'd be better off without her.

She thinks I would be better off without her.

So she goes and takes a bunch of sleeping pills.

Then there's no deathbed request to have her daughter into the Olympics.

It was you.

It was always you. So I became your last hope for a gold medal,

and you never even wanted me.

Don't touch me.

After your mother died, I felt terrible.

I knew I was responsible, but I couldn't go back and change it.

But then I saw a way to make up for it, to set things right.

I could give you the glory that your mom never got.

But mom deserved it. I didn't. I wasn't good enough,

and that's why you had to make this deal.

You were so close, Isabella. I watched you on the ice after your mother died.

I saw that all you needed was a little help.

Isabelle, I wanted you to shine. I wanted you to be able to live your dreams.

Your dreams, not mine. Do you have any idea what it's like

to find out that this life I thought was mine isn't?

That everything that would have been my own, if you hadn't interfered,

you have not made my life better, Dad. You have wasted it.

Please, don't take her. Not now.

She hasn't even been to the Olympics yet.

He's not here to take my soul, Dad. He's here to try and save it.

Save it?

There are no guarantees.

We've only got a few hours left.

But I'm not going to know something bad.

That if I live through this, I'm going to go to the Olympics without you.

I'm going to skate on my own talent, whatever it is.

And win or lose, you're never going to see me again.

Isabel, stop.

Look out, I'm sorry. No, he loves me. He loves me.

I can see it in his eyes that he loves me.

And after everything he's done, I still love him. Is that stupid?

No.

We still have three hours left.

Now that you know the truth about your mom,

can you think of anyone who could have suffered for your deal?

Oh, my God.

What? Maybe it was my grandma. You were totally right.

All these years I took my dad's word for it that she was a bitch,

but she must have known that my dad drove my mom to suicide.

Now she's been watching me for ten years take my mom's place.

We have to go back.

Okay.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

You need to calm down.

You need to calm down.

Everything's all right. It's all right. Shh. You need to calm down.

Shh. Calm down, sweetheart. Mommy's here. You need to calm down.

Shh. It's all right, baby.

Two visits in two days.

What a lucky grandmother.

No, I need to talk to you. I know the truth now.

About what? Mom's suicide. I know that dad drove her to it.

I know all... Bunk!

Your mother was weak.

That's the only thing your father and I ever agreed on.

Rebecca always thought she was going to be better than the rest of us.

And in the end, all she did was get knocked up by her coach and squeeze out a baby.

Then what did she do?

She took the easy way out and abandoned you to him. Well,

I guess it was all for the best.

After all, you're the one with all the talents she never had.

But if you think that being a blood relation means I'm gonna bail

you out of whatever foolishness you've gotten yourself into, you can think again.

I've no use for the lot of you.

Wow.

She really is a bitch.

Oh, God. What am I gonna do? I don't even have two hours left.

Pressure getting to you?

What are you doing here? I've been rethinking my little deal with Isabelle here.

Why?

Well, first of all, I don't want to have to listen to you

whine about how I've been unfair and I didn't deliver.

I mean, he's going to live forever. I'll never hear the end of it.

And then I heard you talk to your father about skating

in the Olympics with only your own ability.

It practically brought a tear to my eye.

How did you know about that?

What do you want?

Let's just say you get redemption.

Highly unlikely at this point, but just for the sake of argument.

Do you know how much humiliation you'll go through if you skate in the Olympics?

I mean, you'll suck the big one!

So here's what I'm willing to do.

I'll let you skate in the Olympics.

With all the ability you've had under our deal.

And then, when you get your gold medal, I'll restart the clock.

And then you'll have another 48 hours to seek redemption.

It'll be like a head start!

He never gives something without taking back a million times as much.

I don't know. Come on. You got two hours in

certain depth or 48 hours in the Olympics.

I need to think about it. You need to think about it?

Stop it! You've got that coming to you for the next zillion years. Think about that!

One deal with you is enough.

Hello? Tammy?

Isabel?

Somebody stole my purse, and I didn't know how to get home,

and you were the only one I could think of to call. Sammy,

I thought this was an emergency. It is.

I hate my life. I can't believe I came down here to listen to this crap.

If you hate your life, change it. At least you have a life to change.

I'm sorry, Isabella.

I can't talk to my mom, and there's nobody else.

We gotta go.

Listen, it's gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna be fine.

God, you're so nice to me.

I've always been such a bitch to you.

You haven't always been a bitch.

Yeah.

I was nice to you when I was better than you.

You don't remember, I was once a long time ago. Then you just shot ahead.

You know, you were so good.

Even back then, I knew no matter how hard I worked, I could never skate like you.

For a while, I just came in second to your first.

And then I just kind of stopped trying. I guess that's when I got mean.

I'm so sorry, Isabelle. It was never you. It was me.

And this is for you.

What is it? A ticket to Italy?

I'm not going. I'm the alternate. Well, then the team's gonna be one short.

Who's not going? Me.

You're the best. No, I'm not, and I never was.

Don't be crazy. No, just take it, okay?

It should have been yours. It should have always been yours, and I'm sorry.

You're not going to die.

You just saved yourself.

But how?

Tammy.

Tammy was your redemption.

I did it. I did it. I kicked the devil's butt.

Oh, God, thank you.

I have to tell my dad.

Daddy!

Daddy! I talked to Tammy. Everything's good. I did it.

What is he doing here?

Don't worry, Izzy. I'm not here for you. No, I'm here for Daddy Dearest.

She's already earned her redemption.

You can't take him just because he knew about her deal.

I'm not.

I'm taking him because he made a deal too.

What?

You never said he was a client.

I never said he wasn't.

Did I? Are you going to tell me who the client is or not?

Oh, God.

It's never counted down two people at the same time. It's a special case.

But you already had my soul. Why did you have to make a deal with my dad?

You sold your soul to be the best little ice skater in the whole wide world.

And he sold his soul to get me to do it.

Dad, you knew Morgan was here to help me find redemption.

Why didn't you say anything? We could have saved you, too.

There was only a few hours left.

Whatever Morgan could do, I wanted him to do it for you.

Dad!

Thank you for saving my daughter.

Dad, no!

This isn't fair.

I didn't know!

I'm so sorry, Isabelle.

I love you more than anything in the whole world.

What do you see, Dad? What do you see?

Stop this!

Isabel.

Get out of here!

It's going to be okay.

It's been a while longer.

It's been worth it for that beautiful boy.

For our son. For our son.