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VIRGIL: So you truly
do believe that you,

Jack Parsons, can build a ship

that will take us all
to the moon?

-Yes.
-Preposterous.

ALFRED:
What is standing in the way

of manifesting your dream?

JACK: Plenty.
My partner, for starters.

TILLMAN:
This is Caltech, Mr. Parsons.

We don't deal in fantasy.

We deal in hard facts.

ALFRED:
And what about your wife?

But Jack refuses to
listen to reason.

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

ALFRED: 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.

JACK:
Going to the moon

is not just
a scientific inevitability.

It's a strategic necessity.

RICHARD:
They didn't want rockets.

They wanted a way
for planes to take off

from shorter runways.

JACK:
I don't give a damn

what they wanted. I am the one who made it real.

Not you. Me.

JACK:
You didn't make it real.

You made it small.

SUSAN: You haven't...? PATTY: Haven't what?

You know.Maybe.

You and Jack must do it
all the time.

Isn't that the whole point
of getting married?

SUSAN:
I think something
might be wrong with me.

ALFRED:
But until you confront
the source of your shame,

you will remain
a prisoner of it.

-Susan!
-SUSAN: Tell them.

VIRGIL:
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?!

[crying]

How could you do that to her,
your own flesh and blood?

[grunts]

Shut your vile mouth!

We have
a demonstration tomorrow.

For the military.

[explosion]

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

JACK:
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.

ERNEST:
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.

JOAN: Do you do this
of your own free will? SUSAN: I do.

JOAN:
Then let the rituals
be performed with beauty.

ALFRED:
Count down...

from the number 93.

JACK:
Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

SUSAN:
Five.

Four.

[gasps]:
Three.

Two.

[gasps]:
One!

One!

[gasping]

[laughter, clapping]

[plane engine roaring]

[voice speaking Japanese
over radio]

[grunts]

[voice speaking frantically
over radio]

[pilot screaming in Japanese]

[lively jazz playing]

JACK: Can you
get the lights?

[clinking glass]

[volume of music lowers]

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!

[lively chatter, applause]

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.[chuckles]

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

Or you could let
bygones be bygones.

[gasps]

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."

ALL:
Cheese.

[laughter]

Whoa. [chuckles]

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

[fading]: 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.

[takes deep breath]

This will help you
surmount your fears.

ALFRED:
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.

[Susan and Jack gasping,
moaning]

[gasping, moaning continue]

[panting][gasping]

[rhythmic pounding on door]

[pounding stops]

[hammer strikes three times]

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!

VIRGIL:
Yes, tell him, Susan.

See if anyone believes you.

Your depravity is apparent

to all those here.

FATHER SHELBY:
"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.

RUTH:
I suggested

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

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

[chuckles] Oh! Well,
she certainly succeeded

in that regard.[Ruth chuckles]

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.

MILDRED: It was a far
too prosaic demise,

I'm afraid.

Not that I need to tell you.

[chuckles] 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...[Patty laughs]

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.

MILDRED:
Oh! It's beautiful.

You should teach that
girl some manners.

Ones better suited to her
new living arrangement.

It's not hermanners
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.

[thudding]

[low growling]

[screams]

♪

[metal clanging]

How's the search going?

Poorly.

Joan and I are still
at the hotel.

[grunts]

And every landlord is
reluctant to rent to us,

lest the archdiocese
come after them, too. [chuckles]

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.

ALFRED:
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?

[chuckles]

That is asolution.

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.

[indistinct chatter]

ERNEST:
Hey. Hey!

♪

♪

♪ At last I'm home

♪ We're gone again

♪ I'll soon be on my way...

Oh!

[chuckles]:
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?

♪ Hills I used to roam

♪ In my thoughts,
I've never really been away ♪

♪ Don't keep me waiting...

Can I see it?

You did bring the
ring, didn't you?

♪ Twilight time...

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.

♪ Sweet embraces all...

[thudding]

[groans]

[sighs]

[Susan groans]

That's not gonna help you sleep.[cigarette lights]

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?

[Susan sighs]

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.

[Susan giggling]

[panting]

[moans]

Stop, or I'll shoot.

[store owner breathing shakily]

[screams]

[glass breaking]

[panting]

[inhales]

[groans]

[panting]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[panting]

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?

PATTY:
I think it sounds like fun.

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

[toilet flushes nearby]

ERNEST [chanting]:
♪ Hadit

♪ Ma'bud

♪ Hadit...

MINSKY:
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.

ERNEST:
♪ Ma'bud...

[chanting continues]

Huh.

♪ Hadit...

ALFRED:
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.

SUSAN: Jack's so
busy with work

I'd likely be voting
on his behalf.

AGENT WALLACE:
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.[trumpet music plays]

♪ You

♪ Ain't never been blue

♪ Till you've had
that mood indigo ♪

♪ That feeling

♪ Goes stealing down

♪ To my shoes

♪ While I just sit here
and sigh ♪

♪ "Go 'long, blues."

♪

That was beautiful.

Who's the composer?The Duke.

Ellington.

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

[laughs]
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?

RICHARD:
I mean,
he may have mentioned it.

A time or two.

He's never invited me
to attend.

AGENT WALLACE:
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.

Undmy 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.

♪

AGENT WALLACE:
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.

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

How long have you known
Mr. Onsted?

Since we were 14.

CHIANG:
I think it's been
four years now.

He recruited me
for the rocket team.

AGENT WALLACE:
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?

AGENT WALLACE:
Marvel Parsons
and Ruth Whiteside.

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

but I ended up
getting three jars.

Mm-hmm.
[laughs]

AGENT WALLACE:
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.

AGENT WALLACE: Would you say
you want to be Mr. Crowley?

JACK:
No. I think there's a lot

that can be learned
from him, no?

AGENT WALLACE:
Give me an example.

The manifestation of one's will.

AGENT WALLACE:
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? RICHARD:
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.

AGENT WALLACE: 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?

RICHARD: ...questions over
and over and I've been

giving you
the same answers over

and over, so you tell me.

AGENT WALLACE:
...member of the Chinese
Communist Party.

Is that not correct?CHIANG: 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.

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

into the second bedroom...

Joan-- 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.

[quiet chatter]

ALFRED: Ah, you can
just drop that there.

Take this.

SUSAN:
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.

[sighs]

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.

[laughs softly]

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?

[gasps]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?ALICE:
Of course.

I thought an emerald
would be a nice reminder.

More personal to me and Marisol.

PATTY:
Mm-- the city
wasn't actually

made of emeralds.

It was an illusion made
by green-tinted glasses.

[phone ringing]

ALICE:
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.

GENERAL BRAXTON:
Congratulations, boys.

[exhales]

[Marisol speaking Spanish
indistinctly]

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?

[exhales]

[Marisol speaking Spanish
softly]

[phone clicks]

You're home early.

Who were you talking to?

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

[Joan chanting]

Shh...

Apo pantos kakodaimonos.

Apo pantos
kakodaimonos.

Apo pantos kakodaimonos.

Apo pantos
kakodaimonos.

Apo pantos kakodaimonos.

Apo pantos kak...

♪ There in the corner

♪ Sat Johnny...

[Joan chanting in distance]

♪ Making love to Nellie Bly

♪ He was her man...

[chanting continues]

♪ But he was doing her wrong.

[music stops playing]

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos

♪ Apo pantos
kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos

♪ Apo pantos
kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos

♪ Apo pantos
kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos

♪ Apo pantos
kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos

♪ Apo pantos
kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos

♪ Apo pantos
kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos...

[phone rings]

This had better be important.

PATTY:
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.

VIRGIL:
What do you mean?♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos

♪ Apo pantos
kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos

♪ Apo pantos
kakodaimonos ♪

♪ Apo pantos kakodaimonos...

CONGREGATION: 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

[chanting continues]

[panting]

GUARD:
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.

[grunts]

Jack Parsons
means nothing to me!

[grunting]

MINSKY:
What the hell's going on?

[cries out, coughs]

VIRGIL:
I'm fine.

I-I'm fine!

I got what I came for.

GENERAL BRAXTON:
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?

MESULAM:
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.

[chuckles]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.

JACK:
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.

[upbeat music playing]

JACK:
There you go.

I call it Parsons Poison Punch.

Mm.

Ah, damn.
[laughs]

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?

[loud, happy chatter]

My queen.

It's "goddess" to you.

[laughs]:
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.

BOTH:
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.

[applause]

[thudding]

Isn't everybody here already?

[thudding on door]

[thudding on door]

[low growling]

[thudding on door]

Long time no see, Jack.