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So you truly do believe that you,

Jack Parsons, can build a ship

that will take us all to the moon?

- Yes.
- Preposterous.

What is standing in the way

of manifesting your dream?

Plenty. My partner, for starters.

This is Caltech, Mr. Parsons.

We don't deal in fantasy.

We deal in hard facts.

And what about your wife?

But Jack refuses to listen to reason.

Then it's difficult
to know what we're up against.

You have always seemed to me to be...

like water.

I believe you have found far more

in Mr. Parsons than an acolyte.

I believe you've found...

your liberation.

Going to the moon is not

just a scientific inevitability.

It's a strategic necessity.

They didn't want rockets.

They wanted a way for planes

to take off from shorter runways.

I don't give a damn what they wanted.

I am the one who made it real.

Not you. Me.

You didn't make it real.

You made it small.

- You haven't...?
- Haven't what?

- You know.
- Maybe.

You and Jack must do it all the time.

Isn't that the whole point
of getting married?

I think something
might be wrong with me.

But until you confront

the source of your shame,

you will remain a prisoner of it.

- Susan!
- Tell them.

I don't know what she's talking about.

I'm going to teach you about shame.

This is my house,
and I am not gonna stand here...

Why didn't you ever say anything?

And what about you, Father?

Did he confess his sins?

And did you give him
some prayers as penance,

as if that could ever wash him clean?!

How could you do that to her,

your own flesh and blood?

Shut your vile mouth!

We have a demonstration tomorrow.

For the military.

This is taking it too far.
We can't let him fly that plane.

Ernest is a grown man, okay?

He's doing this of his own free will.

Marisol, did Jack send you?

- Or that-that group?
- No, Richie, I swear.

I'm not even part of the Agape anymore.

I got exactly what I was looking for.

You know what drew me to the Agape?

It was this magical place where...

people let their guards down,

trusted one another.

God help us if anyone

ever got in, tried to take advantage.

They'd be like a wolf in a henhouse.

Do you do this of your own free will?

I do.

Then let the rituals
be performed with beauty.

Count down...

from the number 93.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One!

One!

Can you get the lights?

From a single spark
may burst forth a flame.

Though we may be here to celebrate,

we must not lose sight
of the great struggle

that consumes us all.

Not just between
the Allies and Axis powers,

but between light and dark...

and between good and evil.

After all, we must defend freedom

unless we all wish to be slaves.

I think what my colleague
is trying to say is

we can feel good
about the work we're doing.

Every plane our JATOs
get off the ground

is helping the good guys
beat the Germans and Japs

that much quicker.

Bomb them all to hell!

Mr. Parsons.

I'd heard Samson Hunt enlisted
and there might be a...

It's already filled. Sorry, Professor.

We've got engineers coming
out of our ears right now.

But you will be the first person
I call if anything comes up.

Thank you.

Enjoy.

I've got half a mind
to hire the poor sap.

It'd be satisfying
to watch him do the grunt work.

Or you could let bygones be bygones.

I'm so proud of you.

Nice speech, Richie.

- Yeah? Not too long?
- No. No.

They'd already gotten an
earful from you-know-who.

Whoa. Excuse me. Uh,
how about a picture

of all the Aerojet men
with their wives?

Right this way.

Coming?

It's fine, Richie.

I don't need to be in the picture.

Come on.

Okay. And say "cheese."

Cheese.

Whoa.

You don't say cheese?

Can I borrow you boys for a minute?

Yeah. I'll be back.

We've gotten intelligence
that Von Braun's work

on Hitler's "Vengeance Weapon,"
the V-2,

is on the verge of completion.

We need you boys to head
them off at the pass.

We will. Well...
we'll do our very best.

We're gonna blow 'em out of the water.

Good.

You have the full support
of the War Department

and an initial grant of $500,000.

If you can build an
operational missile...

the sky's the limit.

Before you go poppin'

any more bottles of champagne,

y'all are gonna need
to up your clearance.

A project of this nature
requires the utmost secrecy.

Army Intelligence
will be conducting interviews,

digging into every aspect

of your personal and
professional lives.

We look forward to it.

Enjoy the night.

Because very soon...

the real work begins.

We've got a war to win.

Thank you, General.

Anything the military requires,

we will do our best to provide.

Can you picture it?
Half a million dollars.

I'm more interested
in the "sky's the limit" part.

The only difference
between a rocket and a missile

is that a missile carries an explosive.

That's a fairly significant difference.

If we've got to kill a few Nazis
on the way to the moon,

so be it.

Assuming we get our clearances.

It is not only enemies
on the battlefield we face...

but enemies who live
across the street...

who work on the same assembly line

or attend the same church,

some even within our own families!

For as Satan disguises himself
as an angel of light,

it is no surprise that his minions

Disguise themselves
as servants of righteousness!

How were you prepared
to be consecrated?

I obtained the four
powers of the Sphinx:

Knowledge, Will, Courage and Silence.

This will help you surmount your fears.

The third degree requires

a consummation to our faith

not only in words but in action.

Are the candidates ready
to pledge themselves

in front of all those gathered?

We are. We are.

There is no law beyond

do what

thou wilt.

What is this?

- Alfred Miller?
- Yes.

You've been ordered to
vacate the premises,

effective immediately.

We've paid our rent.

You have no right.

- Let me talk to him.
- No, it won't do any good.

This property's been acquired
by the archdiocese.

Son of a bitch!

He's the one you should be locking up!

Tell him, Susan!

Yes, tell him, Susan.

See if anyone believes you.

Your depravity is apparent

to all those here.

"And lo, the beast was taken,"

"and with him the false prophet"

"who wrought miracles
with which he deceived!"

♪ Anima Christi ♪

- ♪ Sanctifica me ♪
- Come, brothers. Sisters.

- ♪ Corpus Christi ♪
- Come, come. Inside.

♪ Salva me ♪

♪ Sanguis Christi ♪

♪ Inebria me ♪

♪ Aqua lateris ♪

♪ Christi ♪

♪ Lava ♪

♪ Me. ♪

Ah. Here we go, sweetheart.

Here we go. Yes. Thank you.

I suggested

they go with neoclassic pieces
to match the style of the home,

but my daughter-in-law wanted
something more unexpected.

Oh! Well, she certainly succeeded

in that regard.

I cannot tell you
how pleased I am to welcome you

- to the neighborhood.
- Thank you, Mrs. Van Buren.

We're thrilled to be here.

So many magnificent homes
on Orange Grove have sat empty

for far too long.

And would you believe the developers

have begun snatching them up

only to tear them down to create
their luxury apartments?

As if such a thing exists.

Nowhere near here, I hope.

Oh, thankfully, not yet.

But they are circling like vultures.

The Preservation Society
is doing what we can,

but the more homes that sell
to the right sort of people,

the better chance we have
of fending them off.

What happened to the people
who lived here before?

The Flemings?

They lost everything
when the market crashed.

Oh. Well, I thought
maybe they'd been murdered

or died of some exotic illness.

- Oh!
- You'll have to forgive my sister.

She has an overactive imagination.

It was a far too prosaic demise,

I'm afraid.

Not that I need to tell you.

Thankfully, my Jack has restored us

- to our rightful place.
- Oh.

So you'll be moving in with them?

Not yet. But as soon as
there are grandchildren

that need looking after...

Is there something amusing?

Patty, perhaps you'd like
to take Mrs. Van Buren

to tour the grounds.

It would be a pleasure.

Come along, Mrs. Van Buren.

Oh! It's beautiful.

You should teach that
girl some manners.

Ones better suited to her
new living arrangement.

It's not her manners I'm concerned with.

You invite this woman over

and start talking about grandchildren,

all without consulting me.

Dear, I'm doing you a favor.

You live in Mildred's fiefdom now,

and you make nice,
or she will make your life hell.

As far as grandchildren,

I wasn't aware I was saying
anything controversial.

Not that it's any of your business,

but Jack and I have decided
to put children on hold.

Indefinitely.

I see.

Does this have something to do

with that little group of yours? No.

It has to do with me and what I want.

Is that what they've made you think?

Well, we'll see how long you last.

The bigger the house,

the more empty spaces
there are to fill.

How's the search going?

Poorly.

Joan and I are still at the hotel.

And every landlord is
reluctant to rent to us,

lest the archdiocese
come after them, too.

Touché.

That's what you're
supposed to say, isn't it?

Come get some before the ice melts.

Have you talked to Crowley
about buying a place?

That might better secure your position.

We lack the resources.

What Thelema has to offer

is not nearly as profitable
as your rockets.

Well, you know I'd do anything
for you and Master Crowley,

but at the moment,
all my money's tied up

in my company and this house, so...

I understand.

Now that the well has been poisoned,

we'll be forced to move to a new city,

- most likely.
- Where?

Burbank? Glendale?

I was thinking somewhere in Mexico.

I'm tired

of running from place to place.

Wherever I go next,

I want to be left alone.

I might have another solution.

Why not move the Agape here?

That is a... solution.

I'm not sure it would
solve all of our problems.

What about your father-in-law?

He might have the church behind him,

but I've got the United States
military behind me.

Well, it's not really up to me.

We can't.

Not with Patty living here.
It wouldn't be appropriate.

All right, well, we're
gonna have to finish this later.

I have to get to work.

What do you think of his offer?

Truthfully...

I'm not sure
if this house is big enough

for the both of us.

Hey. Hey!

Oh!

Calm down, Richard.

I wasn't gonna spill.

It's just a little hot.

The liquid inside is even hotter.

You don't want to burn
your own mother, do you?

Can I see it?

You did bring the ring, didn't you?

No.

- I explained on the phone.
- Yes.

Richard, you explained,
but that doesn't mean

I understood. It's my ring.

Nana left it to me
when she passed. Not to do

whatever you please with it.

She wanted me to give it to
the woman I intend to marry.

I've dragged my heels
long enough. I assumed

Marisol was something
that you just needed

to get out of your system.

Even your father dated a Jewess once.

But at least they lived
in the same neighborhood.

You and Marisol

come from completely different worlds.

I am about to be vetted by the army.

It will look much better
if Marisol and I are m...

How well do you even know her?

You've never met her family.

She's barely met you.

I mean, if you can call
an awkward lunch

where you hardly say a word a meeting.

Richard,

this is a request
that I simply cannot agree to.

Your grandmother would roll over
in her grave

if her heirloom ring were to end up

on the finger of some Mexican tart.

That's not gonna help you sleep.

I'd just as soon not sleep.

Just have more bad dreams.

Are you nervous about
your security clearance?

You have nothing to fear.
The military needs you.

It's not the military
I'm worried about.

It's the Agape.

I don't want the Agape to move
away any more than you do.

Then why are you so scared about
us opening our doors to it?

I told you.

It's not only Patty.

I'd be worried about us, too.

We've participated while
maintaining our marriage vows,

but with the Agape here...

If you're worried
about me being tempted,

you don't have to be.

The Great Beast is knocking.

Can't you feel it?

How do you know?

The same way I always do.

Stop, or I'll shoot.

You're sure this is your
will, not just Jack's.

We really do have
all these empty rooms.

More than we know what to do with.

No, I wasn't speaking pragmatically.

It's a bit of a leap, I'll admit.

But the thought of you moving
all the way to Mexico...

What about your sister?

I think it sounds like fun.

Besides, if we don't do it,
then Daddy wins.

♪ Hadit ♪

♪ Ma'bud ♪

♪ Hadit... ♪

Armed robbery.

Wasn't even his gun.

Snatched it outta
the store owner's hands,

and then used it
to beat the mope's face

to a bloody fucking pulp.

- Jesus.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Get this, when I asked him
why he done what he done,

you know what he says to me?

"Do what thou wilt shall be
the whole of the law."

I told him the actual law

might have something to say about that.

Rap sheet finally came in.

He's got a couple of priors.

Look at this.

♪ Ma'bud... ♪

Huh.

♪ Hadit... ♪

The decision of who

is allowed to reside at the Agape

used to be mine to make, alone.

Jack thought we should have some
say considering it's our house.

We just want to make sure

they're people we can trust,
that's all.

Who we actually want living here.

Why don't we put all
the prospects to a vote,

and it has to be unanimous?

Meaning, Jack can exclude
anyone he wants.

Jack's so busy with work

I'd likely be voting on his behalf.

In order to approve
you for top-level security clearance,

we will be asking a series of questions

related to past and present
affiliations, activities,

relationships and beliefs.

We encourage complete candor,
as any lie or omission

will be revealed in time.

I understand.

That was beautiful.

Who's the composer? The Duke.

Ellington.

I'll admit, I know less
about him than I should.

Well, that's okay.

We all here to learn.

Learn and love.

All those in favor?

Mr. Onsted, were you aware
that your business partner

is a member of
a fringe religion founded

by a man named Aleister Crowley?

I mean, he may have mentioned it.

A time or two.

He's never invited me to attend.

Aren't you his oldest friend?

Yes?

And yet he's never invited you
to take part in his religion?

How long have you been in America?

Long time and no time.

It's a blur.

I left whenever
der Fuhrer killed the fun.

No more Weimar, just
Deutschland, erwache.

- You fled the Nazis?
- Yeah.

Und my family.

My true self caused much grief.

But in the paradise of California,

and with Alfred's help, I found home.

All those in favor.

Seems odd.

A star pupil from Caltech

shacking up with some hot tamale.

Must be a story there.

I believe Richard and
she met at a meeting

of the LA science fantasy society.

They have a shared appreciation
for the genre?

How did you meet your wife?

Our families introduced us.

See? That's a story I believe.

To your knowledge,
has your colleague, Mr. Gui,

ever been a member

of the Chinese Communist Party? No.

Then he's a follower of Kai-shek?

Chiang's side is clear,
he chose American.

Now, perhaps we can
move along to your other colleague.

How long have you known Mr. Onsted?

Since we were 14.

I think it's been four years now.

He recruited me for the rocket team.

Tell us about your parents, Mr. Onsted.

Um, normal childhood, I suppose.

The youngest of four boys.

Play sports?

No, I didn't play sports.

Do I look like someone
who plays sports?

Marvel Parsons and Ruth Whiteside.

- How did they meet?
- I didn't even need pickles,

but I ended up getting three jars.

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Parsons is
reporting back to an occultist

named Aleister Crowley.
You're aware of that, correct?

I am not aware of that.

I don't know anything
about Aleister Crowley.

But you know of him, correct?

I've heard his name.

Does the name Aleister Crowley
ring any bells to you?

Uh, yeah.

He's a teacher,
an adventurer, an explorer,

a writer, a lot of things.

Would you say
you want to be Mr. Crowley?

No. I think there's a lot

that can be learned from him, no?

Give me an example.

The manifestation of one's will.

You are described
as oppressive, egocentric,

compulsive. Would you say
that's accurate, Mr. Parsons?

And isn't it true that she was once

a practicing member of the cult?

I don't know much about that.

Have you ever been to one of
Mr. Parsons' group meetings?

I told you I haven't.
He's never invited me.

I'll tell you what I think, Mr. Gui.

I think you do not serve
the United States, you serve

- another, foreign master.
- How can you question my loyalty?

What kind of investigation is this?

I believe you are a member of the cult

and that you are lying
and that General Braxton

knows you're lying.

Mr. Gui, are you a liar?

Questions over and over and I've been

giving you the same answers over

and over, so you tell me.

Member of the Chinese Communist Party.

- Is that not correct?
- No. I am an American.

What the fuck does this
have to do with anything?

I don't know what you want me to say.

You ask me to come in here,

and I have told you
everything that I know.

- Where's Braxton? Get Braxton in here.
- Please take a seat.

I'm not fucking talking
to this guy anymore.

Please take a seat! Get fucked.

Here you go.

Welcome, one and all.
Joan, if you sort things out

into the second bedroom...

Charles...
Joan will tell you where to go.

Yep... come, come, come, come.

Come, come, come, come.

Whoa-ho, whoa-ho.

Welcome, welcome. How was the traffic?

- Wasn't too bad.
- Okay.

Joan will tell you where
everything needs to go.

Joan?

The third bedroom, I think.

The third bedroom. Thank you.

Ah, you can just drop that there.

Take this.

I know all this must be rather strange.

It's fine. I'll finally get to
see what all the fuss is about.

About that...

I never wanted to be like Virgil,

pushing you into a faith
you hadn't chosen for yourself.

Uh-huh.

Though it might be
more difficult now, uh,

I don't want you to feel
pressured to participate.

I don't.

Let me put it another way.

Until you're ready, you
won't be able to participate.

Who gets to decide if I'm ready?

In the meantime, there will

have to be certain ground rules.

You're to respect the privacy
of all those living here.

And during any kind of gathering,

you're not to leave your bedroom.

You can't be serious.

I thought the whole point of this

was to live with less rules, not more.

The more I get to know you,

the more I fall in love with you.

I've hesitated to do
the honorable thing, because...

well, I-I was afraid you might say no.

But I-I've decided
I-it's time we took the plunge.

So, w...

Marisol, will you marry me?

How'd you like that one?

I think it was... sweet.

She's gonna flip, Mr. Onsted.

Oh... s-so you think she'll say yes?

I mean, if she loves you, why not?

Can we see the ring?

Never mind.

She will definitely say yes.

It was your grandmother's?

N-No. Um...

One of our first dates
was to see Wizard of Oz.

- H-Have you seen it?
- Of course.

I thought an emerald
would be a nice reminder.

More personal to me and Marisol.

Mm... the city wasn't actually

made of emeralds.

It was an illusion made
by green-tinted glasses.

Mr. Onsted's office.

It's General Braxton.

Shit. Where's Jack? The conference room.

Have you seen the design for
our meteorological rocket?

Braxton's on the line,
calling about our clearance.

Should I answer it?

No, Richard,
you should just stare at it.

There's something
I need to tell you first.

During my interview,
most of the questions

they asked were about you.

Or... not just you, your religion.

What did you say? Everything I know.

Jesus, Richard. It's better
we're up-front.

They'd find out
sooner or later, and besides,

- they knew most of it already.
- Just answer the phone.

Let's get this over with.

General. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Congratulations, boys.

Eres tan estúpido, Matias.

¿Por qué harías eso?

No eres un luchador, como papá.

No me importa, no voy a verlo.

¿Cómo puedes siquiera preguntarme?

You're home early.

Who were you talking to?

No one. I'll fix us up some drinks.

Shh...

Apo pantos kakodaimonos.

Apo pantos kakodaimonos.

Apo pantos kakodaimonos.

Apo pantos kakodaimonos.

Apo pantos kakodaimonos.

Apo pantos kak...

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos... ♪

This had better be important.

Hello, Daddy.

Patty?

Where are you? How are you?

Oh, God, it's been so long
since we've heard your voice.

We... Your mother and I have been
worried sick. Let me talk to her.

Tell Mother I'm fine.

Well, that is a relief. Truly.

Tell me, now, please, Patty,
why-why are you calling?

Are you ready to come home?

No.

Things just got a lot
more interesting around here.

- What do you mean?
- ♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos... ♪

- Love is the law.
- ♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

- Love under will.
- ♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

- Love is the law.
- ♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

- ♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪
- Love under will.

Love is the law. Love under will.

I want you to close your eyes

and imagine me with all of them.

Wh-What is she saying?

Does that excite you?

The very thought of it?

They've poisoned your mind.

No, Daddy. You did.

No, Patty? Patty, wait! No.

No. Darling? Darling?

She's gone.

I just want my daughters back.

Then give me the phone, Mabel. Now.

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos ♪

Donovan.

Got a visitor.

Thank you for contacting me, Detective.

I'll make sure DA Yates knows
how accommodating you've been.

Uh, I'd keep your distance.

Last guy he was with
didn't fare so well.

I have faith in my protector.

I'm not sure we've ever had
a chance to meet,

but we are linked.

Inexorably.

You are the man who introduced
my stepdaughter, Susan,

to that wretched cult

and, by so doing, ruined my family.

And for the longest time,

I have wanted to see you
placed exactly where you are.

So much so

that I had a friend at the LAPD

put a note in your file

so that I could testify
to your deviance

if you were ever arrested again.

I wanted to make sure
that you were properly punished.

It seems you've taken care
of that yourself.

Why, it's not just
the confines, but the stench.

Of course, I hear conditions are
even worse up at San Quentin.

And while your case
might seem open and shut,

there-there may be
mitigating circumstances.

Perhaps that store owner was in debt.

Perhaps he was selling narcotics

to people without prescriptions
in order to pay it.

Now, depending on who's advocating

on your behalf,

some could even see
what you did as justified.

I just have one question.

The last time anyone saw you,

you nearly flew a plane
into Jack Parsons

before stealing that plane

and disappearing to God knows where.

So what I want to know is...

do you still carry

that same animosity in your heart?

Hey.

Jack Parsons means nothing to me!

What the hell's going on?

I'm fine.

I-I'm fine!

I got what I came for.

What you're about to see

has only been viewed by a select group

at the top levels of
the U.S. military and government

and now by you.

Goes without saying,

but the details of this conversation

do not leave this room.

This test footage was
shot inside Peenemunde,

the base of the Nazi
secret missile project.

A Polish POW working as a slave laborer

managed to escape with it

and then he used it to secure
safe passage to America.

We were hoping
you could study this film

and glean whatever you could use.

You mean steal?

There's no time to be prideful.

Imagine what happens if the Nazis

perfect this technology first.

Now's your chance
to put words into action.

Lives will be saved or lost
depending on your success.

Could we play the film again, please?

Do you have a moment?

Sure.

I am going to be frank,
Mr. Parsons. I don't like you.

And, more to the point,

I don't trust you.

- So why did you...
- Sign off on your security clearance?

Given the importance
of the missile project,

I was encouraged to give you
the benefit of the doubt.

I wouldn't touch that.

At the outbreak of the last war,
were you aware

that your master, Aleister
Crowley, traveled to the U.S.

and became involved in the
domestic pro-German movement?

He later claimed to be a double agent,

working for British intelligence.

Was he?

We have no idea
who he was working for then,

or who he's working for now,

and I thought maybe you
could help shed some light.

I don't know. I've never met the man.

Perhaps I haven't made
myself clear, Mr. Parsons.

Your work for the War Department
comes with certain expectations.

Expectations that, if failed to be met,

will result in the loss of your
security clearance, or worse.

So what do you want from me?

Aleister Crowley's current
whereabouts are unknown.

We need to know if he's still in touch

with his pro-German
contacts in the U.S.

and if they're planning anything.

I already told you, I don't know.

Well, then, I assume we can
count on you to pass along

any information that you do find out?

The world I live in requires
structure, Mr. Parsons.

When an order is issued, we need
to know it will be carried out.

There is no room
for "do what thou wilt,"

and whatever the fuck else
it is you ascribe to.

I understand.

There you go.

I call it Parsons Poison Punch.

Mm.

Ah, damn.

That's potent.

Pace yourself, baby.

Let's not wear out our
welcome right out the gate.

Walter, go as fast
as you damn well please.

Uh-huh. Isn't that why we're here?

Where's my wife?

Has anyone seen my wife?

My queen.

It's "goddess" to you.

What are you doing?

O pan. Io Pan, Io Pan, Io Pan.

I am a man.

Do as thou wilt, as a great god can.

I am awake in the grip of a snake.

The eagle slashes with beak and claw.

The gods withdraw, the
great beasts come, Io Pan.

I am gold, I am god.

Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.

With hoofs of steel,
I race on the rocks.

And I rave and I rape
and I rip and I rend.

Everlasting, world without end.

Isn't everybody here already?

Long time no see, Jack.

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