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Bless me, Father,

for I have sinned.

It's been six months
since my last confession.

These are my sins.

I hit my wife.

Why?

I was frustrated.

My job wasn't going well.

-What should I do?
-Do you promise

not to repeat this offense
against God and your wife?

I do.

Then please repeat
the act of contrition.

Okay.

How did Tom do?

I think he should
have offered more.

You have a wife-beater,
and he's being asked

if he won't repeat the act?

What should
the priest do, then?

Withhold absolution?

No, but he should
suggest counseling,

at the very least.

And what if the confessor

refuses to go to counseling?

Would you withhold absolution?

-Of course not.
-Why not?

'Cause it's up to the individual
to change his behavior.

But his behavior won't change
unless you give him the tools.

What is the purpose
of confession?

Isn't penance one of
those tools? And prayer?

But I would think
counseling is a third.

"what should I do?"

As long as there is
contrition and confession,

the priest's duty
is to provide penance

-and absolution on God's behalf.
-Even if the husband

continues to beat the wife?

The sacrament is not
an act of social justice.

Forgiveness comes from God--

not you,
not the city of New York.

That was getting tense.

-It was a friendly disagreement.
-Well, let him win.

I won't be able
to keep you as an assessor

-if you fail this year.
-Am I failing?

You've been... tardy.

There's a reason for that.

You assured me

assess and be a student.
Has that changed?

-No.
-Good.

Then this is an odd case.

A parishioner who thinks
her husband is possessed.

-How is that...?
-Possessed by an angel.

Thank you for seeing me.

I know this is really weird.

The assessors deal with weird
all the time, Ashley.

Her husband Raymond
is new to us.

-He's been attending mass for...
-Six months.

He loves St. Joseph's.

It's just... he's changed.

-He's been hearing something.
What?

A voice.

He said
it's the Archangel Michael,

and he's been
giving Raymond instructions.

What instructions?

At first, it was just
working at the food kitchen,

giving clothes to the poor,
things like that.

Mm-hmm.

But now...

...he told Raymond
to leave his job.

He wants him to give away
everything, so we have nothing.

And I'm two months away.

I understand charity,
but he wants to sell our house

and give the money to the poor,
and I don't know what to do.

We'll have to live
out of our car.

You want us to prove
there's no angel?

Well, not prove, but make clear
he's not hearing from one.

An angel doesn't want him
to starve his wife and baby.

Well, didn't Jesus say

"Sell everything
and give it to the poor"?

Jesus said it to a rich man.

-Does it matter?
-Jesus doesn't

want them to starve,
and they will.

I need you to talk to him,
David.

New converts
tend to be overzealous,

and you should investigate
whether there are

-any psychological issues there.
-All right.

Oh, and I need you
to make a call.

To?

Leland Townsend.

Just say
which one tastes the best.

Oh, I have to get this.

Which one, Lee?

Oh, I don't care. That one.

Buttercream?

It might not hold up
in summer weather.

Then why in the hell did you
make buttercream an option?

Go take your call, beast.

Hello, David.

How are we?

Good, Leland.
I wanted to get back to you

about your exorcism this Friday.

Oh, good.
I'm so looking forward to it.

I hope you'll be there.

Actually, neither of us will.

-We have to delay it a month.
-Why?

Our exorcist, Father Amara, is
at a conference at the Vatican.

Then there's a bit of a backlog
when he gets back.

This is happening, David.

-You can't stop it.
-Why would I want to?

I can't wait to see you
rolling around on the floor,

foaming at the mouth.

While you're waiting
for your exorcism,

I'll be sending you
some spiritual exercises

to prepare yourself.

Don't thank me.

Lee. What do you think
about a groom's cake?

Yes.

Well, let me think, Trish.

Is everything all right, love?

Yeah. Could we talk
for a minute, bug-bear?

-Of course, honey bunny.

Excuse us.

Are you okay, babe?

-Is this taking too long?
-No, I'm good.

I just have one suggestion.

What, the chocolate cake?

The wedding. We're done.

Okay.

I can handle this.
Go home.

No, no. We're done.

We're not getting married.

I've been using you to get
to your daughter to hurt her.

Well, now she's hurt,
so I don't need you.

You should cry now.

I think that'd be appropriate,

because I want you to know that

every DJ we listened to,

every place setting,
every invitation.

Well, now that's over.

And I want you to take
your dried-up little ovaries

and drag them back
under the rock you came from.

Hello, Mr. Strand.

Mr. Strand.

I'm David.

This is Kristen and Ben.

Can we talk for a moment,
Raymond?

Maybe you should, um,
come down from there.

You're gonna
break your neck on those.

Good point.

Do you know why we're here,
Raymond?

Your wife is worried you're
giving all your money away.

Are you all right, Raymond?

Are you hearing something?

Not now. No.

He says that
I'm the Lord's instrument--

that he can't leave
until we complete our work.

And what work is that?

The second bowl.

Help me. He's coming for me.

It's not what we expected.

He's not
some overzealous parishioner.

It's either a psychological
breakdown or demonic obsession.

-Why demonic and not angelic?
-He's being haunted.

-Angels don't haunt.
-Sure, they do.

When?

Angels destroyed
Sodom and Gomorrah.

They turned Lot's wife into a
pillar of salt for looking back.

They killed the Assyrian army.

At God's behest,
in defense of the righteous.

Are you going
somewhere with this?

Angels are not cherubs.

Angels terrify everyone
in the Bible.

-I thought you didn't believe.
-Well, I don't, but I remember

-my catechism...
-Look,

if he's hearing
angels or a devil,

it doesn't matter.

He's having a psychotic break.

Well, then I suggest you three
complete a full evaluation.

And if this
isn't psychological, David,

determine if this has an
angelic source or a demonic one.

Hey. Are we okay?

"We"? I-I think we are.

-Is there anything I can do?
-No, I'm good.

I just worry for her,
that's all.

And you have no idea
why she's acting this way?

She's probably just
missing her husband.

I don't know.

I just have this feeling
something's wrong.

She's having an off day.

We all have off days.

Okay, I got to call you back.

But you say don't worry?

I say, don't worry.

Kristen's fine.

You okay?

David?

David?

My God.

Are you the Archangel?

Get up.

You're hogging the floor.

Next time,
fall over there on the bed.

You'll make my life easier.

-How long have I been out?
-And don't use pain.

You'll kill yourself
and it won't get you anywhere.

There was a sister that came
through here with a mop?

Which sister?

I don't know.
I don't know names.

If it was Sister Andrea,

she's down there.

What do you want?

You said, "Don't use pain
to get anywhere."

What did you mean?

Are you saying
don't use pain to talk to God?

Ha. Is that what you were doing?

I was trying.

You want to talk to God, pray.

Billions of people do it
every day.

What you were trying to do
was force God to talk to you.

I had a vision of the Devil
embracing a friend.

But every time I try to return
to that vision, I can't hold it.

Why do you care?

It's a friend struggling with...

some kind of
diabolical influence.

Do you have a phone?

-Do I have a phone?
-Yeah.

Unlock it.

This app, it's a metronome.

Use it.

What do you...

-In what way?
-Don't do anything tonight.

You're too hyped up.
Tomorrow, start the metronome.

Focus on it,
let it sync up with your heart.

And stop hurting yourself.

Pain is for tourists.

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-You look nice.
-Thank you. You wanted to talk?

I did.

I would love it
if you could explain

exactly to me why you couldn't
keep your fuckin' mouth shut.

Excuse me?

You told Kristen
about my hiding place.

I keep a little piece
of red thread there

so I'm warned
if someone opens it.

It's been opened.

-What are you talking about?
-Oh, I know you, Sheryl.

You're a walking
ball of neediness.

When you crawl back
to your daughter

on your hands and knees,

don't even think about
breathing another word

about what's gone on
between you and me,

or I will come for you,
you bitch.

-How dare...
-Shut up!

Listen to me, you little freak.

Don't you dare call me "bitch."

I know where all
your skeletons are buried.

Your hands are a lot
dirtier than mine,

and you have way more
to lose than I do.

So don't you dare threaten me.

You don't know
what you're dealing with.

Come on. I'm not some
wilting wedding planner.

Do you know how many demons
I dated before you?

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It has been two months
since my last confession.

These are my sins.

Cocaine, I take it.

I sell it. My wife, too.

But I'm bringing in
15 mil every month.

Can I get a real
confession, please?

How is that not
a real confession?

-It's the plotline to Scarface.

Are we keeping you, Mr. Acosta?

I-I'm sorry, Father. It's, uh...

It's Bishop Marx.

What happened?

He was driving home
when he saw a car

that had turned over
and was on fire.

Is he all right?

The doctors are
looking at him now.

He thinks the Archangel Michael

is working through him.

-Hey, Anya. Hey.
-Hmm?

Kristen, hey.
What are you doing here?

I'm, uh, I'm working
with the Strand family.

-How is he?

Delirious, I guess. You'd never
know he lifted a car today.

Got a family of four out,
and the weird thing is,

-there's not a scrape on him.

Oh, don't worry,
you guys, I got this.

It must be the adrenaline,
right?

I guess. He claims he didn't
feel the flames at all.

He leapt over a highway divider,
reached into a burning car,

then lifted it
to save four strangers.

So, hey, um, Mira said

you're, um, working
with a hot priest.

-That sounds like Mira.

Oh, and, hey, maybe sometime
you could help me

with that LeRoux killing?

Sure-- Uh...

Are you on that?

Yeah. Uh, Mira handed it
off to me.

She was afraid
she was too close.

Oh.

Mira thought, uh,
it was LeRoux's wife,

but she has an alibi--
uh, she was at her prayer group.

-Good alibi, huh?
-Not bad.

And, uh, we're not sure that
she would've had enough time

to get to LeRoux
and back anyway.

Mm. Right.

-And what do you need from me?
-Oh, just background.

It'll be painless, I promise.

All right, sure. Yeah.

-I'll give you a call.
-Please.

What does that mean?

The Lord saw fit
to allow my service.

Are you all right?

He left me.

He skidded to a halt and left me
in the middle of traffic.

He needed to save
those strangers.

It's good, I guess, but...

shouldn't he care
about his family, too?

So, the Archangel told you
to save them?

No. He acted through me.

Raymond, yesterday you
mentioned the "second bowl."

What is that?

You saw him, too?

I... What did I see?

Michael.

I heard your cop friend talking.

Are you in trouble?

My middle name is "trouble."

Wha...

Oh, Sheryl.

You are adorable.

Blood.

Is there any history of
bipolar disorder in your family?

Raymond, did you hear
the question?

I did.

Do you have an answer?

I do.

No.

How about seizures?
Any history?

Before the visits
from the angel,

had you ever seen or heard
anything that others could not?

If you are asking Raymond,
his answer is no.

So you're not Raymond anymore?

You're Michael?

What is that?

A little mark behind your ear?

-What is that?
-Nothing.

No, it's right there.

It's a little square
that hasn't been tanned.

In your day job,
do you wear something there?

Are you the angel
that wrestled with Jacob,

son of Isaac,
grandson of Abraham?

No.

Michael is a general
of the Lord's army.

The second bowl?

Is it a plague?

In time, I will
blow the final trumpet.

The signal for all
the bowls to be poured out,

so the face of God
will be revealed.

And if there are ten righteous
people in this world?

-Your question is irrelevant.
-God didn't think so.

When Abraham asked God, he said
he would not destroy Sodom

if there were ten righteous.

And there were not.

Did you guys see that little
patch mark behind his ear?

-Yeah.
-So, Raymond works

as a crane operator
on skyscrapers,

and sometimes the workers
use scopolamine patches

to overcome vertigo.

These patches
prevent nausea, but...

they're supposed to be removed
every three days.

And if they're not?

Then you could
wind up with an accidental

scopolamine overdose.

Now, it doesn't kill you,

but can lead to memory loss
and hallucinations.

Is there any way we can
find out?

Sure. I mean, if he's not
heading into work,

then the toxicity of the patch
will leave his body

in a few days.

Hey. You startled me.

I-I thought you'd be
in your office.

Oh, no, I'm just, uh,
getting some work done in here.

-Do you want to come in?
-Oh, no, no.

That's all right.
I just had a few questions.

What's the subject?

Raymond Strand.

When you, uh,
spoke to him yesterday,

did he say anything more
about the accident,

-or saving the family?
-Like...?

We talked to a few more
eyewitnesses,

and reviewed
the street cam footage.

And there was something weird.

-What?
-After he rescued

the first three people

in the car--
the-the husband, the wife,

and the ten-year-old daughter--

there was one person left,
the wife's brother.

According to the video,

Raymond just stood there
holding the car up,

and he didn't do anything.

-Who didn't do anything?
-Raymond.

He just stood there
and watched this guy burn.

But wait-- but he saved him?

After a minute.
But this guy was screaming--

I mean, his flesh was on fire.

And Raymond let him burn
for a full minute.

Then he saved him.

Wow.

Is she sure?

There's surveillance video.

Could the fire have been
keeping Raymond back?

Not according to the video.

He was holding the car up,

letting the guy burn.

I'm just saying this could be
more than delusions.

His psychosis could be
dangerous.

What an incredible feat
yesterday, saving that family.

Why'd you let the guy burn
in the car?

What guy?

The one you saved last.

Oh, Kevin Blackstone.
The uncle.

-He survived.
-Yeah, but barely.

I did what was required.

Could you explain?

He had an affliction of
the spirit, which offended God.

I was called to remove it.

So... God told you
to let him burn?

God allowed him to experience

a moment of the torment
of hellfire

so that he might renounce
his sins and save his soul.

What were his sins?

He was oft entrusted with
watching his young niece.

He violated her.

I receive my instructions
from the Most High.

The offender did not perish,
nor will he.

And, with his injuries,
he will be unable

to commit any such depravity
with her again.

That's God's will.

So, what do we do?

He's dangerous.

David?

Saint Augustine advocated
for just war.

That there are instances when
war may be necessary and right.

In a situation where violence
can stop a dire wrong,

choosing peacefulness
could be considered a sin.

Are you defending what he did?

No, I'm just saying
God's logic isn't ours.

And that little girl
was being molested.

We don't know that.
All we have is his word.

And if we did know that?

-What would you do?
I wouldn't burn him.

I would turn him over
to the cops.

You think there can be
a "just war"?

I do.

Because of St. Thomas Aquinas?

And Hitler.

I think there's evil
in the world

and it should be confronted.

Do you think there can be...
"just murder"?

You said violence is justified

if it confronts evil
and stops a graver wrong.

If someone is threatening
to kill you, or...

your family,

is it right to stop them?

As long as it's proportional.

Is killing proportional?

Only if it's
the only way to stop a killer.

Anything beyond that is murder.

Why?

Kristen?

-Hmm?

Come in.

There's an Ashley Strand
here for you.

-Okay, I'll be right there.
-No, not you.

You.

Mrs. Strand, are you all right?

No. No, I'm not.

I can't handle this anymore.

Raymond or Michael,
or whoever the hell he is.

I'm thinking about leaving.

But I don't know
how he's gonna react.

Did something happen?
I mean, something else?

He's insisting that
we live biblically.

But that mostly affects me.

He doesn't want me to go
back to work,

and we need the money.

He threw away all my makeup
and some of my clothes.

And he just keeps issuing
all these orders,

and expecting me to obey
because... Word of God.

I'm not staying in a marriage
where I have no say.

But if I leave, I'm worried
it'll push him over the edge.

Okay, um...

I'll get you the number of
a women's center for new moms.

They can help you
while you figure things out.

For you.

Where did you get that blood
you used on my wall?

It tasted like yours.
I've missed that.

What do you want?

Can I come in?

Sheryl, I was wrong.
It was the wedding.

It was making me crazy.

I want you back.

No. The other day you were
reminded of exactly how much

I've got on you, and now
you want to neutralize me.

Nope. Not happening.

Raymond is suffering
from psychosis.

He was on a medication
for vertigo,

which can cause visual
and auditory hallucinations.

Most likely combined with
severe depression and anxiety.

The personality changes we saw
are certainly in line with those

of a psychotic break.

And I will say his wife
approached me about leaving him.

David, do you--
Do you want to chime in?

Well, I'd advise against
an exorcism.

Because you don't think
it's a demon?

I'm not entirely sure.

It could be an angelic figure.

But it's not a theology
that I understand.

I do worry that a separation
from his wife could

cause him some distress.

All right, I'd like to
meet Raymond myself.

Meanwhile, David, can we talk
with you for a second?

David, Father John and I
have been discussing you.

Hmm. That sounds ominous.

I appreciate that your
extracurricular activities

for the Church are essential,
and that you're learning

through the practical
application of your faith.

-But?
-But the theological

and the practical
are not contradictory.

And you must learn the former
to excel at the latter.

That's why I've asked Father Kay
to allow you

to pass the class
with a practicum.

And what is that?

A parishioner has asked that
you hear his confession.

We've explained that
until you're ordained,

this confession will not come
with reconciliation.

But he-he believes
he has wronged you.

Leland Townsend.

-Yes.
-Yes.

The door's open.

Yeah, that's not creepy at all.

Hello?

Hello?

Ashley?

Raymond?

-Michael?
-Ashley?

We're here to check on you.

Raymond.

Are you all right?

Where's Ashley?

Did she leave?

Ashley?

Hello?

Where is she, Raymond?

Michael, where is she?

What's that?

She turned back.

Ashley turned back instead
of trusting in the Lord.

Like Lot's wife.

What's wrong?
Do I have food in my teeth?

Who are you?

Leland Townsend.
Nice to meet you.

You smell.

Well, that is... impolite.

Hail Mary, full of
grace, the Lord is with thee.

-Blessed art thou among women...

Mother of God, pray for us.

Sorry.

I'm not used to having
my hygiene questioned.

Sister.

Ah, David, there you are.

Let's get started.

-I can take care of this.
-I think I should stay.

No, this is a confession,
Sister, don't you know?

Nuns are irrelevant here.
Go off and pray.

Go.

Go. Fly away home.

I'm fine.

Well, here we are,
two students of Christ.

This is gonna be fun,
don't you think?

Don't the confessor
and the priest sit

side by side in the booth?

We don't have the booth
for cover.

Better we not see each other.

-You have to start.
-Oh.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned. Oh...

Believe it or not,
I have come prepared.

"Oh, my God, I am heartily sorry

"for having offended Thee,

"and I detest all my sins

"because I dread the loss
of Heaven

and fear the pains of Hell."

How was that?

Continue.

Should I go chronologically?

Do whatever you want.

Well, it's my first time.

I think I'll go whole hog.
Why not?

Let's see, my earliest
memories of sin.

When I was five,

I stole a classmate's lunch.

He cried. I said nothing.

When I was nine, I cheated
on a spelling quiz.

When I was 12, I masturbated
for the first time.

Are you truly sorry
for these sins?

Wait, wait. I want to talk
about masturbation more.

Oh, but I guess that's something
you priests can't do.

Right?

-Are these your sins?
-Not all.

There is one that weighs
upon my heart the most.

This is the one I really hope
God can forgive me for.

I met a woman a few years ago.
She was gorgeous.

Had a real body on her,
and I was instantly smitten.

But she was already
seeing someone else.

Someone who was
of the Black persuasion.

So I admired her from afar.

I think that's lust and envy.
Ha, a twofer.

Then I found a way
to insinuate myself

into her life.

I don't think she ever
realized this,

but I knew where she worked,

and I would stand
across the street every day

to get a glimpse of her.

I still think of her often.

I once looked up
the meaning of her name.

Julia.

It means
"soft-haired, youthful."

And she was all of that.

Then a time came when I was
standing across the street

waiting to see her,
and she didn't appear.

This went on for
a couple of months,

and I thought maybe she's moved.

But then I found out
she'd gotten sick.

Very sick.

The last time I saw Julia,
she was in a bad way.

Frail. A mere shell
of her former self, really.

And she needed care
around the clock.

She was so worried that
she had become a burden

to those around her--
the people that cared for her,

the people she loved.

And I looked into her
beautiful eyes,

and I assured her

that she absolutely
was a burden,

and that the best thing to do
would be to free

the ones she loved
of her presence.

Well, she took my advice.

And then... she was gone.

Wow, that is powerful.

I feel so much better, so free.

Who knew?

What's next, David?

David?

My penance?

Are you contrite?

Contrite as the day is long.

Then this is your penance.

Five Hail Marys...

and two Our Fathers.

What?! That's it?

Yes.

God forgives you.

Okay.

I'll help you.