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So you'll take care of them?

Great.

Talk?

Yes, but whatever you do,

do not let her leave that room.

Yes, ma'am.

She shows no signs of dilation.

We did her bloodwork, her ultrasound.

There's no HCG.

A hormone secreted by the placenta.

What are you saying?

She didn't give birth today.

Guess that's not that surprising.

She is old as the hills.

The blood.

Wasn't her blood.

Hi, there. What's your name?

Maisie.

Maisie DeBroses Montgomery.

Where's my baby?

Maisie?

I am Lois Tryon.

I'm a detective.

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

But I need to ask you some questions.

Is he okay?

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

Maisie, where did you give birth today?

Was it in the car?

Were you at home?

Are you going to be in my room for very long?

Because I don't understand why I'm talking

to the police and not pediatricians

- and specialists. - Mm-hmm.

Don't you think it's a little unusual

for a woman your age to have given birth?

Sarah, of biblical fame,

age 90,

gives birth right here in the glorious book of Genesis.

There's that word again: glorious.

And in Spain, 2006,

Maria del Carmen de Lara

gave birth age 66.

So I want my baby

and to go home.

Home. Where is home,

Maisie, hmm?

You know,

your bloodwork was tested.

And there is no way you gave birth today, but...

I was at a crime scene earlier where pregnant women

were cut open and their babies were taken from them.

We are going to test that...

and find out if it's a match.

It's not.

But...

there is great malefaction in this town.

You have noticed that, Detective, yes?

Sometimes newborns are used in glorious ceremonies

- to fight these evils. - Okay.

Now that's the third time.

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

It could possibly be someone is trying to get your attention.

And who would that be?

Have you ever wondered why

you're encountering me today, Detective?

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

Maybe it's a sign and a wonder.

What makes you imagine

this is not all just some glorious dream you are having?

I wish it were.

What would I represent?

You perhaps?

What would the baby represent?

Also you?

We might be just some kind of a vision.

Okay, well...

Thank you, Maisie.

Do you know what a 5150 hold is?

Let me explain.

I'm gonna talk to the staff,

and I'm gonna have them hold you in the psych ward

for 72 hours, just until we get all this worked out, okay?

Please.

Please don't.

I just want my dear baby,

and to go off, blown by El Niño.

What wrong have I ever done?

Nothing.

But you?

What wrongs have you done?

More than you can imagine.

She was fun.

We got a hit from Interpol on her fingerprints.

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

Try me.

Her real name is Moira Hatzigeorgiou,

born in Thessaloníki, Greece, she's 67.

And when you got Glorious McKall

on human trafficking,

this sweetheart was part of the family

obtaining babies in Cyprus.

Jesus Christ. She was in there going on

about "glorious" this, "glorious" that,

and said that someone was trying to get my attention.

Have you ID'd the baby yet?

Not yet, but you better go to Glorious's,

'cause it sounds like she found you.

Glorious McKall-- pimp, sex trafficker.

She was in prison for life.

I have no idea how she got out.

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

Quiet, a few seniors.

She's not easy.

I collared her twice,

saved her life once-- heroin OD.

Just... have my back.

If it spirals, it'll spiral fast.

Glorious McKall Ministries?

I encourage misbegotten people

to live their best lives

under the loving gaze

of the heavenly father.

I've been expecting you.

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

Honey, getting old's no joke.

It hurts.

It's hard on your feet, harder on your knees,

hard on your titties.

It's just hard.

You look healthy.

I'm talking all my meds--

clozapine, lithium and Prozac.

You met my marvelous Maisie?

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

How did you get out of prison, Glorious?

Honey, you're always the last to know.

I was a most confidential informant.

I gave Interpol them nasty baby traders from Istanbul,

and voilà!

Witness protection in Port Charles.

Now all the Turkish mafia is dead,

and I am free as a bird.

So they turned

a blind eye to the drugs and girls you ran?

The girls I started pensions for?

Gave blue-chip health insurance to?

Those check-ups every-month girls?

One of whom's daughter just graduated

summa cum laude from Harvard.

Okay, I get it.

Here's the real question.

Why are you trying to kill me?

Hmm?

That's what all of this is really about.

You're-you're taunting me

with these fucking murders.

Look, look, look. I-I don't have time

for your killing and your lies.

You're way off.

Also, for the record,

props to Glorious here

for getting that little baby to y'all

before he be sold to that nice

family in Modesto.

Maisie gets a little carried away

when she's slaughtering the chickens.

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

There's a guy with a MAC-10

in the trailer opposite us

and a girl with an Uzi in the back.

Don't.

Listen.

Glorious, what do you say

we finish conversating at the station,

when I'm in a less

precarious position.

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

I'm afraid my days of submission

are over, dear.

Ah!

Dispatch, I need backup

and an ambulance at our location.

Code 4, officer-involved shooting.

Oh.

Confidential informant or not,

this ought to get you a nice long stint.

You are being toyed with

by a false prophet.

He thinks we are on the edge of the end,

war,

rumors of war,

nations rising against nation.

He wants to use you

as a-a holy lamb.

The death of a good woman

will jar the people.

Ha! Oh, hallelujah.

It will jar the people out of their stupor.

That's right.

It's happening all over.

Slaughters of the evil and the good

so people will turn to salvation

before the final chapter, okay?

And you know this how?

Why you think I sent Maisie to you?

Well... does Maisie know him?

She was one of his congregants.

You through?

All right, keep moving.

Oh, thank you, Father.

It's all good now.

Hallelujah.

All good now.

Who is this?

I'm close to finding you.

You're aware of that.

Is that why you're calling,

to scare me?

I'm not afraid, asshole.

I'm not afraid of dying,

you sick fuck.

And I will get you

before you have the pleasure.

I am fully awake now,

and it's you

who should be terrified.

Oh, hello?

Hello! Hello!

- Sorry, sorry. I... - What? What?

- Sorry. - W-What are you doing here?

Is... did something happen with Marshall?

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

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

unchanged.

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

and it could not wait a moment longer.

Peace offering?

Uh, peace offering? What?

A very good vodka.

Croatian potatoes.

I bring it back from holiday in Dubrovnik every year.

Easier on the pancreas.

Um, may I come in?

What I have to say is not for the veranda.

Oh...

♪♪ This is my lover's prayer... ♪

Your serial killer.

You never stop thinking about it.

How, thus far, you're incapable of catching him.

It must be a crushing burden.

It's my job.

What is this about?

I've seen lots of terrible things

in my job, too, like you.

And like you,

I've... I've grown a shell

around me.

Lost the capacity to comfort.

More and more,

unaffected by the dying,

their families.

Is this going somewhere?

♪♪ When you need some loving arms to hold you tight ♪

♪♪ Tell me, what you gonna do tonight ♪

♪♪ When you need my... ♪

Do you need to get this?

♪♪ Honey, but you can't let that... ♪

But, actually...

♪♪ You've got to come on home ♪

♪♪ And help me solve 'em... ♪

...there's another connection between us

that you need to know about.

♪♪ And honey, my lover's prayer would be all over... ♪

You see...

I knew Marshall.

Before.

♪♪ What can the matter be, now? ♪

I was bored in my job,

single.

I went to work, I came home

to my orange tabby, who actually despised me.

And I was smarter than that.

You know, I... I deserve more than that.

I wanted to be what I once was

in the world, you know?

Vital and curious.

Anyway, um...

one day, I read this article in the local paper

about his seminar.

"Terror Management in Existential Philosophy."

And I went.

Terror management is simply this:

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

which is always running, is a horror flick,

the soundtrack of which is terrifying.

And this is what we are hearing today:

"I will die.

"Those I love will die.

All will die."

And we cope with that horror by seeking out

and creating anything that gives us

a sense of permanence.

Patriotism,

procreation,

art,

all attempts to silence that soundtrack.

And that is how we manage

the terror of death.

Questions?

Oh, that class.

I took it again the following semester,

learning more than I had the prior.

...the burden of creating meaning in an indifferent

universe. Live fully and die.

You hear me?

Hello?

This is our final lecture.

I have so appreciated you all.

Stay in touch if you like.

Fan mail is always appreciated.

Enjoy the summer. Thank you.

Always the last to leave.

I hate it ending, Professor.

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

Uh, maybe over drinks,

you can tell me why it saved you.

Is that a yes?

My cruelty to you.

I was lost...

without him.

Do you know how-how hard

and how much he grieved what happened to your family?

Nothing can prepare you

to live with a hole in your stomach

when you see your child sneaking a-a quart of ice cream

in a drug store parking lot

and your wife with a pint of some cheap vodka.

How did this happen?

Did I do this to them?

Did I destroy them?

The first time he cried,

that broke my heart.

All I wanted was to take his pain away.

And then I realized...

...that was my meaning.

That was why I was here.

He was my raison d'être.

He had so much guilt.

I said I'd quit.

You know? We could move back to Britain.

I-I have a beach shack in Dungeness.

But he wouldn't leave you two.

And then he arrived at the ER

and he was...

he was intubated within hours and then...

I lost the only hint of light...

that I had...

that you didn't even value

but, to me, was everything.

Oh, come on, now.

Come on.

Oh.

Well...

Oh.

Yeah. Now, that must have taken...

- so much courage. - Mm.

I owe you more than my rage.

Mm.

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

...holding a pistol to my face.

Oh!

You poor thing.

You spoke too soon.

If I see you

around my husband's hospital room one more time...

...it will be you

that's on life support.

Now you have till the count of four to get the fuck out

- of my house. - Oh! Oh.

- One. - No. Oh!

Two.

Three.

The monarch's wingspan

is just under four inches,

and they weigh less than one-fifth of an ounce.

Somehow, they survive their marathon migration...

If it is too cold, they get sluggish,

and flap their wings. If it's too hot,

they stop flying so they don't get overheated.

You spoke to my savior, Glorious.

So now you understand the good work we do.

That she made me do.

Rescuing the children from him.

Yeah.

I used to assist him.

She helped me take those children.

Okay, who's in charge?

A-And who's "he"?

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

He...

is a prophet of dissembling.

I understand that now.

A false prophet.

And Glorious made me see

the work I was doing for him was a sin.

Kidnapping children

and k-killing women? Yes.

'Kay, but-but if you tell me

where they are, where-where he is,

in some measure, it might be redemptive.

If it's not too late.

Those were not good mothers.

They would have given their babies away to strangers.

Made 'em work on the streets like whores.

They did not love those babies.

Those women's choices condemned those children to death.

We had to save 'em.

He made me believe they were going to homes

of grace and good.

But he lies so convincingly. Glorious--

Made you see.

She's a peach. I get it.

- Look-- - I think

he may well be beyond your abilities.

An Antichrist, an entity,

a man some of the time,

with the tongue of a black goat.

Look, Maisie,

I need to find those babies.

He admires you, you know.

He wouldn't have shown you otherwise.

Yeah.

You must be very careful.

That-that makes you very vulnerable to infection.

Wait, wait.

Wouldn't have shown me what?

The breach.

The place where the earth opened up.

The place of fires and brimstone in the desert.

The place that spews forth.

Y-You mean that firepit?

He lured me out there.

He was trying to get rid of me.

He wants to kill me.

No, my dear.

No. If only it were that easy.

Death is nothing. No.

If he wanted you dead, you would be dead.

He has bigger plans for you.

For you to be a martyr.

Maisie,

where are the babies?

Please.

Breach in the rear! Go! Move, move, move!

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

Okay. Now, don't shoot to kill if you can help it.

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

Let's go! Move in, move in!

Go, go!

- Clear! - Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

Holy shit.

Clear a set perimeter high and low!

Medics, we need these ladies alive!

Make way for EMTs.

I want these women safe.

We need the pediatric unit now.

You're okay, babies, you're okay.

You're in good hands now.

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