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NEWSMAN: Using stratosphere rockets

dropped on us from 60 to 70 miles up,

Germany is engaged in another form

of terror raiding.

To flying bombs is added V2,

another wholly indiscriminate weapon

used as a morale booster

for the German people.

It's the truly typical effort of
the mortally-injured Nazi beast

to attempt to tear down
everything as he goes under.

[EXPLOSION]

♪ ♪

MINSKY: What would you say was
Mr. Donovan's state of mind

on the night in question?

I mean, the guy had a screw loose.

Wasn't anyone's fault but his own.

MINSKY: Where were you at
the time of the explosion?

WALTER: The one you really
should be talking to is Jack.

He's the last one to see him alive.

MINSKY: In your opinion,

why did Mr. Donovan commit suicide?

BETTY: This wasn't a suicide.

Frater E.D. ascended.

His body of light has become one
with the universe.

MINSKY: What are you
talking about... ascended?

ALFRED: Ascension is what
we are all striving for...

to come ever closer to the divine.

But this was not ascension.

This was the demise of a broken man

led down the wrong path.

MINSKY: There's a lot of conflicting
reports about what happened,

but a lot of them implicate you.

JACK: Ernest wanted to die.

I was the only one
that tried to stop him.

MINSKY: What about your Magus?

He was... he was too preoccupied.

With what?

Let's just say,
the Magus prioritizes the needs

of some people over others.

And unfortunately, Ernest
slipped through the cracks.

- [CROWD SHOUTING, CLAMORING]
- MILDRED: This is Orange Grove's darkest hour.

This cult has turned Arthur
Fleming's magnificent estate

into a stomping ground for perverts,

homosexuals and Negroes.

I had my life threatened.

Attacked because I dared speak
against them,

but their blood lust won't be sated.

What happened here was no accident.

It was a human sacrifice.

[OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]

You do realize why I have a hard time

taking any of your claims seriously?

Your stepfather's been
a prominent member

of this community for decades.

Got the church behind him.

You have a fringe
religion that uses sex

and the promise of great powers
to manipulate its members.

Your own husband

has said the leader of your cult

has been abusing that power.

The only abuse of power
I see is the one

that's happening right in front of me.

Coroner's report came in.

Bones we found in the rubble
are from a goat.

We don't have a body?

Donovan used over 200 gallons
of Class-A explosives.

Anything within 15 feet

of the blast would
have been incinerated.

Doesn't matter. We don't have
a body, we don't have a case.

MAN: Hey, Detective?

You got to listen to this.

What do you got?
The recordings we found?

JOAN: ...looking for help,
and they were just 14, 15.

They weren't ready to be mothers.

Jesus.

ALFRED: So you gave them freedom.

You honored their will?

JOAN: Yes.

All right, listen
to the rest of these. Now.

BETTY: Let him greet the sun at dawn,

giving the sign of his grade.

BETTY AND JOSEPH AND BRIGITTE:
And let him say in a loud voice:

Hail unto Thee who
art Ra in Thy rising,

even unto Thee
who art Ra in Thy strength.

BRIGITTE: I could feel his thighs

tremor in my hands as he came.

WALTER: Was the best
dice game in Vernon.

Any time she ask, I just tell Betty

I was out trying to drum up gigs.

SAM: Angie's husband
would get violent on her,

so, when he came looking for her,

I paid some guys from the shop

to show him how it feels.

ALFRED: There. Doesn't it feel better

to unburden yourself?

Mr. Parsons,

you can go.

It's about goddamn time.

- Not all of you..
- OFFICER: Hold on. You're under arrest.

- MINSKY: Six of you are under arrest.
- OFFICER: Hands behind your back.

- We're taking you in for bookmaking.
- ALFRED: Well, what are...?

What are you doing?
These people had nothing

to do with Frater E.D.'s actions.

They're all on record
admitting to other crimes.

What do you mean?

They told him,

and he recorded it.

The fuck is he talking about?

OFFICER: All right, let's go. Get up.

WALTER: What is he talking about?

I don't understand.

We'll get a lawyer first thing.
We'll get you out of here!

MINSKY: Come on.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

ALFRED: For as much as thou hast made

the Law of Freedom thine,

thou hast lived

in light and liberty and love.

I still don't understand why he did it.

Ask him.

He's more likely to tell you the truth.

You're still angry.

What did you mean when you said
they weren't just workings?

Are you in love with him?

I'm not.

[LOUD, OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]

All right, now, back it up.

You should go to hell!

Get out of Pasadena!

Sinner!

[LOUD, OVERLAPPING SHOUTING, THUMPING]

The cult permits lewd conduct...

Shh, he's coming.

[CHATTER QUIETS]

[CHATTER STARTS AGAIN]

This is ridiculous.

Everybody listen up!

You can't always believe what
you read in the papers, okay?

There was no human sacrifice.

There was a lot of booze and
some fun that got out of hand,

but that is it.

Now, everybody get back to work.

Everything is fine.

You heard him. Get back to work.

I'm sorry, Mr. Parsons,

but you're no longer authorized.

What are you talking about?
My lab is back there.

I'm just the messenger, sir,

but your security
clearance has been revoked.

Who issued that order?

I know you're in there,
you son of a bitch!

Come out and tell me yourself!

Fuck.

Sounds like Jack's here.

He didn't leave me much choice.

Mr. Parsons either knew
he had a Nazi living in his home

and failed to report it,
or he didn't know,

which shows an utter lack of judgment.

Either way,
Mr. Parsons has proven himself

to be a major security risk.

Surely, Professor, Jack...

Richard, friendship is
an admirable quality,

but our responsibilities
are more than one man.

GENERAL BRAXTON:
Professor's right, son.

And with Mr. Parsons off the project,

the main obstacle
to funding JPL has been removed.

So, now,

back to business.

Go ahead and crack open those folders.

As I'm sure you know by now,

the Krauts have started
pounding London with their V2s,

but there is the smallest
sliver of a silver lining.

One of the V2s that landed in Dulwich

failed to detonate.

We have an intact V2?

AGENT WALLACE: Not we.

Our allies in Britain.

Yes, our colleagues there
have invited us

to examine it in person.

AGENT WALLACE: Of course,
a mission like this

requires the utmost secrecy,

so that means that no one...

and I do mean no one...

outside this room can know about it.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Jack... Who does Wallace think he is,

keeping me out of
the project I created?

Jack, that party was a disaster.

Hey, if any of what Wallace said
is true, then...

What?

Then you are a security risk.

[KNOCKING]

I trust you haven't divulged
any information you shouldn't.

You had no fucking right.
I did nothing wrong.

You withheld information, and
you lied to a federal officer.

- Withheld what information?
- About the people in your house.

- I didn't know she was a...
- She was a Nazi. I know.

But what you don't know
can kill you, Jack.

- Brigitte fled Germany.
- That's right,

and she happened
to ensconce herself in the home

of a prominent military scientist.

And now, maybe,
maybe that's a coincidence,

but when it comes
to threats of national security,

there can be no margin
for error, and the same goes

for your relationship
with Aleister Crowley.

For the last time, I do not have

a relationship with Aleister Crowley.

The more you deny it,

the deeper you dig yourself in.

If you've been lying to Agent Wallace,

do yourself a favor, and come clean.

Please.

It's good advice, Mr. Parsons.

I've never met Aleister Crowley.

And he has never instructed me
to act against the interests

of my government.

Okay.

I believe you.

We'll clear this up when I get back.

Get back from where?

Richard.

The party at your
mansion was eye-opening.

For all its peculiarities,

your religion seems to value
something that I also

hold very dear:

truth.

You know, it can't be easy,

living so far away from your ideals.

Maybe it's time
we cut out the middleman

and I talk to the Great Beast himself.

[EXHALES]

Jack, if you want to be reinstated

into the missile project,

then this is the only card
you have left to play.

♪ ♪

Little hard to know what to pack,

since you can't tell me
where you're going.

[CHUCKLES] I'm sorry, but the
military's being very strict,

especially after that party.

[EXHALES] Can't say I'm surprised.

Still, it doesn't sit right,

Jack being cut out like this.

I know he's your friend, but...

maybe it's for the best?

You can finally run things
the way you want.

- No more curveballs.
- Those curveballs

have led to some
of our biggest breakthroughs.

Can I ask you something?

This Aleister Crowley,

is he really as bad as people say?

Why do you ask?

Well, not because of you.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

I probably shouldn't be telling
you this,

but he is a big reason
why Jack is in so much trouble.

Some people even think

that Crowley's working with the enemy.

Well, I don't know anything about that.

But... he's not someone
you want to cross,

- that's for sure.
- What do you mean?

It's very important that I know.

When I left Thelema,

I thought, "No big deal."

Do what thou wilt, right?

Then this showed up in my mailbox.

I was a measly second degree.

But Crowley took time to threaten me.

He said if I ever exposed Thelema

or spoke out against it,

he'd expose all my secrets.

Jesus.

What secrets was he referring to?

Don't worry.

You know everything there is to know.

Now you'rethe one keeping secrets.

I wish I could tell you, but
if I lost my clearance, too...

Can you at least tell me

if they're sending you
anywhere dangerous?

Richie?

It's just a research trip.

What if something happens to you?

How will I know where to find you?

Nothing is going to happen.

I'll be thinking about you
the entire time.

Guess that'll have to do.

- Shoes.
- [CHUCKLES]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[GAVEL BANGING]

[CHATTER STOPS]

BANKS: Walter Bennett, please rise.

[GRUNTS, EXHALES]

You are charged with illegal gambling,

public perversion, and...

miscegenation.

- How do you plead?
- Not guilty.

Your Honor,
given awareness of this case

and the clear menace the defendants

pose to society,

any leniency with respect to bail,

could itself be a threat
to public morality.

Your Honor, it is our contention

that Mr. Bennett's case,

along with his codefendants,

is concerned fundamentally

with the free practice of religion.

They are not menaces to society,

nor do they pose any flight risk.

BANKS: The First Amendment does
not cover criminal activity,

and there are several
serious offenses here.

Bail for Mr. Bennett
will be set at $30,000.

- [GAVEL BANGS]
- [GALLERY MURMURING]

This is all your fault!

BANKS: Ms. Joan Rossi, please rise.

You're being charged with
performing illegal abortions

in your occupation as a nurse.

How do you plead?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

$250,000?

Rockefeller himself
couldn't bail 'em out.

Hey, head high, tails up.

We'll be in touch
when we have a trial date.

- Even if we sold the house...
- We're not at that yet.

Well, we got to do something.
Did you see Walt?

Someone's been beating on him.

Perhaps there's some other way.

Like what, Magick?

You're the reason we're
in this situation.

Well, at least I have never led a man

down the path to his own destruction.

This is not the time.

Patty.

Justice should be swift
after what they've done

to Virgil and our family.

Jail is not punishment enough.

It'll have to do.

I'd like to put the
whole matter to bed.

Patty, dear.

The D.A. was just telling us
this will all be over soon.

- Then we can help you...
- I want you to understand something.

I have a new home now, a new family.

A family of fornicators and murderers.

If we're capable
of one human sacrifice,

what's one more?

[AIR RAID SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[SECOND SIREN WAILING]

Is that for the V-2s?

Yes, sir. Whole city's on high alert.

But the skies seem quiet tonight.

They move faster than the speed
of sound, don't they?

It's the ones
you don't hear that get you.

Filip. [CHUCKLES]

Oh. [CHUCKLES]

It's good to see you, my old friend.

I wish it were under
better circumstances.

Yes, Gentlemen, please follow me.

It's, uh, right this way.

Even on our heels,

Hitler keeps us on our toes.

Fortunately,

not all of his vengeance
weapons explode.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

No.

No one's going to prison.

Well, I guess we'll have to
just get a new lawyer then.

What's happening now?

He wants them all to cut
deals with the prosecutor.

The police have found witnesses

to corroborate the recordings.

You have to believe...

I never meant to hurt anyone.

Why would I believe you?

You won't even tell me

why you made them in the first place.

Everything I did,

everything we did was because
I thought I could trust you.

You can.

All I had to do
was let you go to Mexico.

Then none of this would have happened.

No, please.

Tell me you don't regret it all.

We can make this right.

THOMPSON: A beating heart.

An engine capable
of producing 25 tons of thrust.

The injection nozzles adjust the fuel

and oxidizing ratios
as the combustion is happening.

Your fuel technician
will have a right bloody time

sorting out how it works.

Fortunately, I hear your man...

Parsons, isn't it?

is a bit of a savant.

Well,

I'll leave you all to it.

- I know what you're thinking.
- He should be here.

He only has himself to blame.

He's the only one who understands
chemistry this complex.

We're hurting ourselves
by not having him here.

I know I have defended
Mr. Parsons in the past.

But there is a world
with great thinkers

who will emerge once this war's over.

And none come
with Mr. Parsons' liabilities.

- [SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
- [KNOCKING]

Are you planning on staying late?

Sarah offered me a ride.

There's still a lot of work to do.

Anything I can help with?

Got all the help I need right here.

Thanks.

If you're gonna have a pity party,

at least put on better music.

[CHANNELS CHANGING]

- There you go.
- ♪ And if someone... ♪

When I put on the radio,
I like to escape,

not be reminded
that everything is so dreary.

It'd take a lot more than music
to make me forget.

♪ Can count on me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I wish you success ♪

♪ Loads of happiness ♪

To a brighter tomorrow.

♪ I must confess ♪

♪ I will be lonely ♪

Can I ask you a question?

If you had to choose between the Agape

and the thing you've always wanted,

which would you choose?

That's easy.

They're one and the same to me.

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Though you say we're through ♪

I think your ride's probably waiting.

♪ Be in love with you... ♪

You know, I really don't like
this new look on you.

What look?

Failure.

♪ If someone you met... ♪

Figure out what you need
to do to win and do it.

♪ Know that you ♪

♪ Can always count on me. ♪

♪ ♪

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[GASPS]

[GROANS, PANTS]

[WHIMPERING]

[WHIMPERS]

[RETCHING]

[COUGHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE]

Why did you want to meet here?

You're calling a number
that's been compromised.

Obviously, they know we are meeting.

How? I never told anyone.

[EXHALES] Well, maybe
your phone is tapped.

Agent Wallace seems to be
watching your every move.

I need you to talk to him.

Not a chance in hell.

Well, he's convinced you're a traitor.

He can think I'm
King George for all I care.

I don't answer to him.

Well, I do.

And this is the only way I'm gonna get

my fucking clearance back.

If I lose my position,

everything I've been
working for goes away.

Oh, Frater J.P., why
would you fear that?

Your work is far too essential

to the Great Work

to just be forgotten.

What is this fucking "Great Work"? Hmm?

Open your eyes.

This World War is a blood sacrifice

on a global level.

And weapons that wield
the power of the gods

will help man to realize

that he needs no god.

And you hold the key
to making those weapons.

If your government cannot
appreciate your talents,

well, there are others who will,

and they will pay mightily
for your services.

You're talking about treason.

There is no such thing as treason

when your only allegiance
is to mankind himself.

You meet me here tonight...

and get ready to face your destiny.

The man of will breaks all boundaries.

You sure about this?

Sister Joan showed me how.

Even did it for me once.

Few years back when Walter and I...

But the test was negative.

You'll have another chance
once he's out.

People who like us don't usually
get out once we in.

Uh, but we gotta stay focused

on our... on our intention.

Can you hold it?

Let the truth be known.

There.

Should manifest
an answer in a day or two.

If the frog lays eggs,

you'll know you're with child.

We need you to be strong now.

You're the reason we all here.

You gave us a paradise.

Before it all came crashing down.

True, but just like Thelema teaches us,

from destruction comes rebirth.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir.

[RADIO NEWS BROADCAST
PLAYING INDISTINCTLY]

Morning.

[PLANE ENGINE RUMBLING]

[RADIO BROADCAST CONTINUES]

Have you even slept, Dr. Onsted?

If the V2s don't get you,
the time difference will.

RICHARD: Actually, Professor...

...that's not what was keeping me up.

There's something I need
to deal with today...

in the city.

Could transport be arranged?

Of course.

You're making the right
choice, Mr. Parsons.

I'm making the necessary choice.

Okay.

Where exactly did he say to meet?

I want to hear you say it again.

When Crowley is in custody,
you will be reinstated.

JACK: Outside the Soviet Travel Bureau.

I thought you said you just
wanted to talk to him.

I do.

But a man like Crowley
might take some convincing.

[BELL CLANGS IN DISTANCE]

This is it, Dr. Onsted.

[PLANE ENGINE RUMBLING OVERHEAD]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Shit.
- The elevator!

There he is!

AGENT WALLACE: Go, take the stairs. Go!

- Shit.
- Go! Go!

[PANTING]

♪ ♪

JACK: [PANTING] Out of the way.

Move.

He's over there.
Keep moving, keep moving.

Hello.

Wait.

I'm looking for the man who wrote this.

I'm a friend of Jack Parsons.

AGENT WALLACE: He's in the elevator.

He's over there!

♪ ♪

JACK: Wallace!

Everybody, stay back!

Don't shoot him!

AGENT WALLACE: Hands behind your...

- What is wrong with you?
- What's going on?

It's not him.

It's not him.

[EXHALES]

♪ ♪

Are you Aleister Crowley?

Yes.

How can I help you?

There's a lot of people looking
for you.

[QUIET MUSIC PLAYING]

You don't happen
to be a Canadian, do you?

Excuse me?

Canadian soldiers have the best tri.

And I am... running low.

[GRUNTS]

Mm.

Can I interest you in one of these?

It only costs...

a shilling each.

No. Sorry.

I'm a friend of Jack Parsons.

My name is Richard Onsted.

[GRUNTS]

- [GRUNTS]
- Sir?

[MUTTERING]

Who the fuck are you?

I just said, I'm Richard Onsted.

I'm a friend of Jack Parsons.

You do know who he is?

Yes, yes. Frater J.P., yes.

[LAUGHS]

Fucking cunt! [GROWLS]

Did he send you here?

What? No.

My name is Richard Onsted.

Richard Onsted. I heard you
the first two times.

[INHALES] You and Frater J.P. used to

ride your bicycles down
to Devil's Gate Dam

and set off your rockets
when you were boys.

Saw your first naked girl there, too,

skinny dipping in the reservoir.

How do you know that?

[CHUCKLES] Magick, you twat.

I am a master.

Master-bator.

That's what you're probably thinking.

But I'm also a master fucking magician.

Since you know so much,

are you also aware that you've
created quite an impediment

for Jack and his work?

[LAUGHS, GROANS]

Mm. People inside Army
intelligence think

that you and he have
been meeting secretly.

But I see now that that is
not possible, considering.

Considering what?

That you're...

That you're in London
and he's in Los Angeles.

You can help clear his name.

And why would I do that?

'Cause...

he believes in you...

and he needs your help.

You have no idea what he needs.

I'm his best friend.

[MOCKING]: "I'm his bestfriend."

"I'm his best friend."

Fucking rubbish.

I can't imagine that...

"Canadian tri" comes cheap
during wartime.

Not to mention these...

lovely living quarters.

I'm guessing Jack and his money
help fund that.

Do you know where
Jack's funding comes from?

The United States government.

So...

unless you want all this to dry up...

I need you to help me help him.

[LOW, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[TYPEWRITER CLACKING NEARBY]

[SNIFFING]

[DOOR OPENS]

Sorry for the delay. We'll be with you

as soon as we get our end sorted.

Take all the time you need.

[SNIFFS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[DOOR OPENS]

I got it from here. Yes, sir.

So, how can I help you, Mr. Miller?

The leader of the "satanic cult"

has a confession to make.

I know the D.A. wants a big arrest

to splash across the front pages.

Is this all true?

If I sign it,

won't that make it true?

Why would you do that?

As Moses said to Pharaoh,

"Let my people go."

All you have on them are petty crimes.

Why not give people
what they really want?

The man corrupting
their fair city behind bars

and away from their children.

It's not the public
that I'm concerned with.

It's the law.

Your law is your city's.

Mine is love.

Both inspire loyalty.

Both...

make us do things we regret.

And what is it that you regret,
Mr. Miller?

Assuming that the D.A. will agree.

I would confess to adultery,

to perversion,

to sodomy.

I'd confess to encouraging
behaviors and lifestyles

offensive to the people of Los Angeles,

as well as fraud:

claiming I can heal the sick,

communicate with the spirit world,

perform miracles...

when...

really, I am...

just a man.

Imperfect.

Like you.

[LOW THUMP]

[LOW THUMPING]

[PANTING SOFTLY]

[BREATH TREMBLES]

[LOW CROAKING]

[DOORBELL CHIMING]

Joseph? [EXHALES]

How?

[WHISPERS]: Oh, my God.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

[SUSAN LAUGHS]

You okay?

[GASPS] Walter.

[SOFTLY]: Hey.

- It's okay.
- I'm so sorry.

[EXHALES]

Let's get you cleaned up.

WALTER: Yeah, sounds good.

BETTY: You're home now, baby.

Joan? What's wrong?

Where's Alfred?

Yes, sir, Agent Wallace,
I can hear you loud and clear.

Great.

I have Mr. Parsons here with me.

I'd like you to tell him
what you told me earlier.

RICHARD: I found him, Jack.

Crowley. He's in London.

You've been telling the truth.

There's no way you could
have been meeting with him.

He's been here the entire war.

Could you repeat that, Mr. Onsted?

I'm not sure that
Mr. Parsons heard you.

Aleister Crowley's here, Jack.

He's sick with syphilis.

Guy can barely leave his room.

I even got him to give me
a signed affidavit

attesting to his whereabouts.

I've passed it along to Agent Wallace

and asked that your clearance
be reinstated immediately.

This obviously was just
a big misunderstanding.

Thank you for the illuminating
information, Mr. Onsted.

- Safe travels home.
- No, no, no. Richard, wait.

He's mistaken.

Crowley can't be in London.
He was gonna meet me.

He gave this card...

GENERAL BRAXTON: The war and
all the stress you're under,

it can get to people.

No, General,
that's not what's happening.

Richard doesn't know Crowley from Adam.

Maybe he's...

maybe he's trying to set me up.

Son, he-he was trying to help you.

Jack, this whole time I was convinced

that you were dangerous.

And I thought that what was
in here helped prove it.

But it turns out...

that you're just delusional.

You have ten minutes, Mr. Miller.

Why didn't you tell me?

You built us a beautiful home.

Based on love and freedom, trust.

I violated that trust.

You didn't act alone.

You made those recordings
for Master Crowley, didn't you?

I know how difficult it must have been

for you to keep it secret from us.

That only one man
could demand such loyalty.

Crowley is...

complicated.

Full of wisdom.

Full of... vice.

But with an invincible spirit.

When he sent me here
to spread his new religion,

he wanted a way to know
his congregation,

even if he never had a chance
to meet them in the flesh.

The recordings...

were my solution.

I was carrying out his wishes,

but...

I accept full responsibility as Magus.

Perhaps you were.

But you have
another responsibility now.

I'll-I'll get out of here.

I'll... I'll figure something.

[WRY LAUGH]

How? [SNIFFLES]

♪ ♪

Where's Susan?

She went to go see Alfred.

He turned himself in, so
the others could go free.

Is she trying to bail him out?

No, she said she had something
important to tell him.

Are you okay?

You were out at Braxton's all day.

I was starting to worry about you.

Whatever it is,
you can trust me, I won't tell.

I see things.

Things other people don't.

I know. You're a visionary.

This house, your company...

all came into existence

because you saw what others couldn't.

Do you really believe that?

I believe in you.

Tell me what you want.

I'll go first.

I want it all.

[MOANS SOFTLY]

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