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For all his ambitions,

Frater J.P. is held back by fear.

Fear of loss, abandonment,
failure, love.

You want to remain in control,

but you need to let go.

You must keep a watchful eye

on all those around you.

If you sense that anyone at all

is not who they seem,

I want you to contact me here.

Ask for M. Therion.

_

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.

After a long journey, Frater E.D.

has returned with an
incredible revelation.

He seeks the guidance

of his Magus and shall receive it.

I've missed you.

There are conditions.

It is the only thing
keeps my anger in check.

You want to remain.

Susan is lost to me,
but Patty could still be saved.

She's young and impressionable.

I know it must be difficult
keeping up this lie,

but you must somehow persevere.

You can start by

giving me the names and personal details

of everyone living there.

Is this the sort of
information you're looking for?

- Extra, extra! Read all about it!
- Weihnachtsmann.

- So schon.
- Oh, dear. So schon indeed.

Oh, y'all ain't lived till
y'all tried her crumble.

It's all hot and gooey.

Gonna be my contribution to the Feast.

- Wonderful.
- Got any Granny Smith?

We'll just take three
dozen of these then, please.

Would you like ones that
haven't been sullied?

No,

- these ones are fine.
- Extra, extra!

Your eyes shall be opened.

And you shall be as gods,
knowing good and evil.

Mrs. Parsons, is that you?

Mrs. Van Buren, hello.

I'll pay for these.

Oh, don't forget, opera, 7:00.

I won't forget.

I am so glad to have run into you.

Did you receive my invitation?

To the Preservation
Society Christmas soiree?

Oh, yes, of course. Um,
when-when is it again?

Tomorrow night, dear. I'm
out making final preparations.

I do hope you and your
husband can make it.

Oh, w-we'll do our best.
Jack's been consumed

with his work for the
military these days.

Ugh, well, I'm sure. This
war hangs over us all,

and yet you all seem
to make time to host

your fair share of gatherings.

- Yes.
- From all appearances,

they are quite lively,

and yet no one from the
neighborhood has made the list.

It's never good to get off
on the wrong foot, dear.

Making an appearance will go a long way

in easing people's minds.

- It's incredible.
- I know.

Combining aniline with
the RFNA makes the fuel

ten times more powerful.

If von Braun had this
mixture in his V-2s,

Hitler would be pounding London by now.

I'm more interested in when
we can start pounding Tokyo.

I'm going out of my mind.

All I did was to go
ask for his blessing,

and now sh-she says that she
needs time to think things over.

What the hell is there to think over?

And it's hypergolic.

We're gonna save at least five pounds

by pulling the ignition system.

It's torture. I mean,
she's torturing me.

Love is war, Richard. Don't
let Marisol get the upper hand.

Can I have the ratios? I'll need
to get the chemicals sourced.

Sure, I got all my notes right...

How can I win when she
won't even talk to me?

What?

Patty, can you have Private
Fischer bring in my notebook?

I left it on my desk.

Patty?

Just rewrite the formula from
memory. It's not a big deal.

It's a huge deal.

The information in that
notebook is classified.

You probably just left it at home.

We're all working too hard,
all the fucking time.

No, I didn't.

I was looking at it this morning.

Jack, come on.

It doesn't make any
sense. It was in this room.

We're not celebrating
Christmas at home this year.

We're celebrating
Winter Solstice instead.

- What's that?
- Well, it's this feast...

Not something we should
be talking about at work.

Did anyone come into my
office while I was out?

I don't think so.

You sit right outside my door.
It shouldn't be that hard.

Well, if you haven't noticed,

Alice and I have been a bit busy today.

It's not easy stringing
popcorn, Mr. Parsons.

Do you like it?

Who said you could get a tree?

I thought the place could
use some holiday cheer,

so I followed my true will.

Jack, we need to get back to it.

Prototype isn't going to launch itself.

Patty, stop what you're
doing and search every inch

of this office till
you find my notebook.

Okay?

Thank you, Private Fischer.

Gentlemen.

Everything okay, Mr. Parsons?

♪ Strange Angel 2x03 ♪
The Lovers

Kanebgik.

Ernest? Ernest?

No!

Shh.

You're okay. It's just me.

We use this at the hospital.

When you come down too fast,
it can lead to dark thoughts.

These'll give you just enough
light to pull you through.

No, I'm confronting my pain head-on,

as the Magus instructed.

But you don't have to do it alone.

I don't need it.

The Magus would like to know if
your intention remains the same.

You still wish to see the angel?

I have never wavered.

Oh.

Your will is more potent than ever.

But I fear that you have lost touch

with the most important
part of our faith... love.

Sofort! American spy!

Informationen. Jetzt.

Jetzt!

You're speaking
of this man you work with?

Why are you feeding this infatuation

if it could get you into trouble?

Because it's fun.

Do you enjoy toying with the forbidden?

Doesn't everyone?

When we're alone,

I want him so badly.

I just think about him
touching me, and I can feel

my heart beat faster, like a drum.

I would do anything for him.

I would let him do anything to me.

Might it have something
to do with your father?

It's no wonder you would
associate sexual desire

with the breaking of taboos.

I'm not going to talk about this.

Well, that's the reason
for these sessions... so you can

talk about things you
normally keep hidden.

Everyone else might be

stupid enough to reveal
that stuff, but I'm not.

The last time I saw Carmen was

at the Royal Opera House right
before it was requisitioned

as a furniture repository
for the Great War.

Hmm.

Well, I'm afraid there were
a few useless footstools

on that stage tonight, as well.

Pasadena has many virtues,

but, uh, sopranos are not one of them.

Did it at least take
your mind off tomorrow's

unfortunate obligation?

A story about a free-spirited gypsy

being killed by a wealthy lieutenant?

Oh, come now. It won't be that bad.

It's just a Christmas party.

Ah, correction. Christmas soiree.

Oh, how silly of me.

Soiree.

I should probably head to bed.

Jack's car was in the driveway.

So what if it was?

Thank you for a wonderful night.

She keeps bringing
up this Christmas soiree.

I really don't want to go by myself.

Then don't.

We have to make at least some effort

- to get to know the neighbors.
- Why?

Because they could make
our lives unpleasant.

I grew up around these people.

Believe me, their bark is
much worse than their bite.

Jack, please?

I can't make any promises.

There have been some
troubling developments at work.

What?

I know how crazy things have been,

but it's nice for us to
have a moment alone together.

One advantage of you
having to get up so early.

What we're doing is making me appreciate

what we have all the more.

How so?

Choosing someone not
because you have to,

but because you want to.

Good morning. I'll go get your tea.

Oh, thank you. I need it.

Barely slept a wink last night.

Haunted by dreams of Carmen.

I take it you enjoyed the opera?

Oh, not as much as your wife.

It's a shame you had to work.

You know, just because Susan and
I have chosen to love in freedom

doesn't mean there won't be
consequences to our choices.

And some choices will have
bigger consequences than others.

Here you go.

No sugar and just a drop of lemon.

- Bless you.
- I should go.

See you tonight?

We need to leave by 7:00.

I'll do my best to be there.

I want to file a report about
a possible security breach.

I'm listening, Mr. Parsons.

Some notes went missing from my office

containing valuable
information about the project.

And I have evidence that Private Fischer

was in my office at the
time they disappeared.

That is a very serious insinuation.

If I file a report and it has no merit,

it could blow back onto
you, and you're the one

- who lost the classified material.
- I didn't lose it, Wallace,

it was stolen.

Mr. Parsons, I'm going
to do us both a favor,

and pretend we never
had this conversation.

Wait, wait, wait.

Hello. Huntington Hotel, please.

- Thank you.
- See you later.

Huntington Hotel.

Hello, I'd like to leave a message

for the guest in room 156.

Name, M. Therion.

"Stop thinking
and follow me", cried Hitler.

"I will make you masters of the world."

- And the people answered "Heil".
- Come. Act natural, boy.

I could go over Wallace,
straight to Braxton.

Based on a missing notebook
and a loose secretary?

She's my sister-in-law.

She is a whore.

Every aspect of this
story reflects badly.

You did well to come to me.

However, the people who I work for,

they're going to need more to go on.

More? He might be a goddamn spy.

Why don't you broadcast
it to all of Los Angeles?

The information that was stolen from me

might turn the tide of the war.

A breakthrough fuel mixture.

It'd be catastrophic

if it got into the wrong hands.

Tell you what.

Why don't you tell this
MP of your suspicion?

If he really is a mole,
first thing he'll do

is contact his handler.

Then you follow him wherever that leads

and you might be able to
ascertain who he's working for.

Now, that's the sort of
information my associates

can act upon.

Who are these associates, exactly?

I do love a good propaganda film.

Everything is so black and white.

If only life were so simple.

Suffice to say that I
am not alone in this.

And you shouldn't be, either.

We're both up against
a very dangerous enemy.

They follow blindly the dictator

and continue to chant the
hypnotic scream, "Sieg heil"!

- Sieg heil!
- Sieg heil!

- Sieg heil!
- Sieg heil!

Grobritannien? Italy?

Marokko? Was hast du an
al diesen Orten gemach?

I'm not an American spy.

- I was visiting those places.
- Why?

To find the truth.

Bist du OSS?

Hey, bist du?

Bist du MI6?

Bist du resistance?

Who are you?!

I'm no one.

- Who are you?!
- Ernest.

Looks like you chopped enough
for the whole neighborhood.

Thanks for keeping quiet about
what you saw the other night.

We all think the Magus serves us,

but he'll take the thing
that brings you peace

in the blink of a damn eye.

Since you kept one secret, I'm
hoping you can keep another.

- I think I've been infiltrated.
- By who?

By the enemy.

Which enemy?

We're at war. Take your pick.

Could be the Japs.

Most likely the Nazis.

What do you need me to do?

We did our best to
follow the specifications.

Little hard without
knowing what the hell it is.

Operating in the dark is difficult,

but such is the world these days.

Don't you need to talk
to Lieutenant Atencio

about pulling the ignition system?

Jack's self-combusting fuel, remember?

Oh. Right.

I can take you to him.

You coming?

I want to check the
regenerative cooling.

See if we can shave some
weight there as well.

Patty.

Stop distracting Private Fischer

from his very important work.

I wasn't distracting him.

He's got no one to talk to back here.

Is there something I
can help you with, sir?

I think you left this in my office.

I'm on to you.

Hey. What are you doing with that thing?

Sorry, that's classified.

Who are you with?

The Aerojet Corporation.

Never heard of it.

That's because our
work here is classified.

Anyone tell you to move, Nip?

I thought you people were
supposed to report to the camps.

I'm trying to get my wallet
and identification. I'm not...

You'll move when I say you move.

What's going on here?

Please explain to this
man that we are here

on behalf of the U.S. Army Air Force.

Show him your credentials.

As you can see, I am a Chinese national

and chief engineer of
a very real corporation.

We're on high alert for Jap spies.

You can't expect normal
Americans to tell y'all apart.

Certainly not Americans
with the IQs of chimpanzees.

- You want to say that again?
- Nope, nope.

It's fine.

Gentlemen, we all need
to get back to work.

Jesus.

We've started acting
like the goddamn enemy.

He was only doing his job.

Pull up over here.

I don't think he saw us.

I set the hook. Let's
see who reels him in.

Thanks for coming with me.

I would not want to be doing this alone.

Who the hell are you
meeting, Private Fischer?

Come in.

Looks like I've been stood up.

Could you zip me up?

I can't seem to do it alone.

I'm not looking forward to this.

You'll be fine.

Well, if all else fails, I'm
bringing Jack's checkbook.

I have a feeling he'll
be extra generous tonight,

given his last-minute absence.

Do you have any plans this evening?

Just... study and respite.

Well, wish me luck.

Thou shalt be learned
in the things of love,

and mighty in the things of war.

♪ O come ♪

♪ All ye faithful ♪

♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪

♪ O come ye, o come ye... ♪

Evening, ma'am.

♪ Come... ♪

Mrs. Parsons, we've been expecting you.

♪ Born the King of Angels ♪

Please, help yourself to libations

- and hors d'oeuvres.
- Thank you.

♪ Let us adore Him ♪

- ♪ O come ♪
- Oh.

- ♪ Let us adore Him ♪
- Is that Susan Parsons?

♪ Christ the Lord ♪

♪ Sing, choirs of angels ♪

♪ Sing in exultation ♪

Is that Mrs. Parsons?

♪ Sing, all ye citizens ♪

♪ Of Heaven ♪

Oh, good, you came.

Ladies, look who decided to join us.

Where is your better half?

Duty calls, I'm afraid.

Oh, well, that is unfortunate.

Allow me to introduce Susan Parsons.

She and her husband are the new
occupants of the Fleming estate.

- Mm.
- Parsons?

As in Jack Parsons?

I haven't seen him since he
was a child stealing fruit

- from my trees.
- Well,

he's a lot taller now but, uh,
still causing plenty of trouble.

So we've heard.

Uh, well, lovely to meet you both.

♪ Christ ♪

♪ The Lord ♪

I'm sorry, sir.

- This is a private function.
- Don't worry.

I'm a guest of Susan Parsons.

Hello, dear!

Oh, be-be a love.

Fetch me a martini.

I felt terrible

leaving you to fend for yourself.

Allow me to introduce...

Alfred Miller.

Uh, I-is this meant to
be a Christmas costume?

No, not in the slightest.

Perhaps we should make our way

into the library so we can get started.

Started?

Thank you for coming.

Though I might've chosen
something a little more subdued.

We don't have to hide
ourselves from these people.

Let them bask in our splendor.

Here's where the members
of the Preservation Society

have decided to ensconce themselves.

Hello.

Your drink, sir.

Oh, thank you. Good man.

Chin-chin.

Do I detect an accent?

How perspicacious. Yes.

Raised in Burma, schooled in Cambridge.

I take it you are the
leader of the group?

Pardon?

Well, you haven't
exactly tried to hide it.

People coming and going at all hours.

What is it you all are doing, exactly?

Whatever we will.

It's a-a social club.

A salon, really,

of, uh, intellectuals, artists,

- freethinkers.
- Come now, Susan.

Don't lie to these good people.

What is he doing here?

Mr. Byrne has become one of
the Preservation Society's

most ardent supporters.

We should go.

No, you can't keep running away.

These people have the right to know,

they deserve to know who
is living next to them.

I've heard the Parsons have

at least ten people
living inside of that home,

including two Negro jazz musicians,

multiple homosexuals and deviants,

even a German cross-dresser.

Where... How did you
get that information?

What does it matter where I got

the information? Is it true?

Do you have all these tenants
living under your roof?

Yes, they live with us,
but they're not tenants.

- They don't pay rent.
- Well, they pay

one way or another... either with money

or with flesh.

Mrs. Parsons, it sounds to me

like you are running an
unlicensed boarding house,

at the very least,

not to mention violating
the restrictive covenant

which prevents Negro
occupants in the Fleming estate

unless they're the help.

Are your Negroes the help, Susan?

Of course not.

These are the very sort of people

that we have fought so hard
to keep out of our community.

We need to make sure that these tenants,

or whatever you want to call them,

vacate your house posthaste.

Or else the zoning commission
will have no choice...

Oh, enough!

Oh, the charlatan speaks!

I'm the-the charlatan?

You are here celebrating a holiday

based on the greatest lie ever told.

Babies are not the result
of immaculate conception.

They are the result of love.

And love

is the only law we obey.

Perhaps, Mr. Miller.

But you are in Pasadena now.

You must obey our laws as well.

Well, then, when you come for
us, you'd better bring more

than the police and
your local covenants,

because, truth is,

we're not running a boarding house.

We are...

a church.

And, as such, we are
afforded full protection

against this type of...

religious persecution.

You should know that both
Patty and I now practice Thelema

in order to rid ourselves of your sin.

If you keep up this crusade,

we will find a way to
make you suffer for it.

Maybe whoever he was supposed
to meet saw us and got spooked.

You want to find out
the truth, don't you?

I do, but...

- The hell are you doing?
- People will admit

anything when they're scared.

Ernest.

Ernest, no.

Ernest.

Who are you?

Who the fuck are you?

Tell me! Tell me!

Who you working for?!

Tell me!

No one! I'm not!

- Tell me.
- Informationen.

- Omar...
- Jetzt!

You choose.

Talk or he dies.

- Talk or die!
- I can't!

They'd ruin me!

What the fuck are you doing?!

I saw into his soul, Jack!

He's a goddamn Nazi!

Not a word of this to anyone.

I know I saw it here somewhere.

I saw it just recently.

I know you're probably angry.

So, I take it you
didn't enjoy the party?

It wasn't a party at all.

It was an inquisition.

Fortunately, the Magus came with me,

so I didn't have to face it alone.

Didn't have to face what alone?

Virgil was there.

He had detailed information
about everyone living here.

How?

God only knows.

He uses P.I.s for his business.

Maybe he's using them against us.

We need to build our walls so high,

he can't get at us anymore.

I'm sorry I wasn't there.

Where were you?

No. Let me guess.

You can't say.

No, but it was important.

It always is.

That's right.

I'm fighting a war, Susan.

So are we.

If we can get the IRS to
recognize Thelema as a religion,

officially, then our house
would become a church,

like you said.

We'd have the full protection

- of the First Amendment.
- Yes.

It's been a long day.

Go ahead without me.

I'm not gonna be able
to sleep anytime soon.

He claimed he was assaulted

and that you may have been a part of it.

Did you take matters
into your own hands?

You didn't leave me much choice.

You think this man was a spy?

When he was confronted
about it, he didn't deny it.

Actually,

he seemed scared of what
his own people might do.

If you don't believe me, fine.

Reassign him wherever you want.

But this is my company,

and I don't want him here.

I think what my colleague
is saying here is,

whether or not Private Fischer
stole information from us,

he crossed other lines.

I get it. Pretty thing like that

sitting right outside your office.

- Agent Wallace...
- Either you got possessive

or you got jealous.

- We're getting off track.
- Did anyone ask you?

What is that you're wearing?

Is that a Chinese Nationalist flag?

Is anyone in this office on our side?!

I am wearing it to avoid
being confused for the enemy.

I don't have time for this bullshit.

We have real battles to fight.

You will not be seeing any
more of Private Fischer.

General Braxton...

Whether or not these more
serious accusations are true,

his dalliance with Mr. Parsons'
secretary was unbefitting.

But whatever intel was lost

needs to be reported to CIC.

And, going forward,

if you feel there may
be any sort of a breach,

let Agent Wallace and
his department handle it.

Am I clear?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

My will is being tested.

The devil we have fought so hard against

has gotten his claws into Patty, too.

They're claiming to be a real religion.

Can you imagine that?

Every false prophet draws
power from somewhere.

In this case, Mr. Parsons.

He seems to be the
cult's lone benefactor.

We need to move quickly if
I have any chance of saving Patty.

What do you want me to do?

Finish what we've started.

You want more information?

No.

I want you to cut the
head off the snake.

What are you doing?

Taking my sensitive materials home.

They clearly aren't safe here.

Wallace wouldn't approve.

Especially with all those
people at your house.

I know everything about those people.

Here, even the ones they sent
to protect us can't be trusted.

Ready to go?

No. I'm going out
with some of the girls.

What's the matter? You steamed

about me getting rid of your boyfriend?

He wasn't my boyfriend.

Right. He was just your forbidden tryst.

You listened to my purge
session, didn't you?

So what if I did?

I'm the one who showed
you those recordings.

Did it ever occur to you that
maybe I wanted you to hear?

I wasn't talking about Hank.

You weren't?

I had to do something
to get your attention.

I was trying to manifest my true will.

We can't.

We can do anything.

Love is the law.

This is not about love.

Yes, it is.

I've loved you since
I was a little girl.

You're still a little girl.

- Oh, Mr. Parsons.
- What?

Someone left this by the
front door of the building.

No return address or anything.

With all the restrictions going
on, I didn't want to open it.

Thank you, Alice.

_

I prepared for you duck,

which was meine Mutter's recipe.

She gave me my nose,

my tender heart, before she broke it.

Love is the law.

Love under will.

I made homemade muscadine wine.

Wine so fine, mmm, people
ought to stand in line.

It takes time.

It costs a dime.

Tell us what it means.

Uh, I guess it's just
s-something my Uncle Dex made

to make the day go down easier.

So he could feel the
way we feel all the time.

Love is the law.

Love under will.

I made really, really burnt bread.

Sorry, guys.

I made deviled eggs.

My mom and I used to
make them in the kitchen.

It was the only time "devil"
was allowed in our house.

Devil was a crazy man. Love is the law.

Love under will.

I made chocolate-covered cherries.

Uh, my mother...

My dear, it is mandatory

to have fun on the solstice.

I have other things on my mind.

Like fortifying ourselves
against our enemies?

These tax laws we're using...

... they were written by men
in power for men like him.

Mm, perhaps.

But we have something even
more powerful on our side.

Magick.

At ease, soldier.

Parsons had nothing
to back up his claims.

His friend almost killed me.

You do understand why I
couldn't intervene, right?

The whole operation
would've been exposed.

Do you have it?

You're being transferred to Huntsville.

Redstone Arsenal.

Alabama?

Might not seem like
much of a posting now,

but, trust me, it will be.

Ernest?

Did you take my notebook?

It's not about your fucking notebook.

Powerful forces keep
pushing us together.

The universe must want us to collide.

What are you talking about?

Time to make an offering, Jack,

so I can be free to see my angel.

See, I've been where you are before,

except they didn't give me a choice.

What do I have to choose, Ernest?

Who lives and who dies.

You choose. Talk or he dies.

Why does somebody have to die?

'Cause the angel demands blood.

No, no, no, no, no spies...

Amor. Amor.

What? Amor?

Amor.

Love.

Love?

Arschficker?

Arschficker.

No!

That's what happened right
before he appeared to me.

A great sacrifice.

So whose is it gonna be, yours or mine?

This is insane.

"And he shall cast lots upon two goats,

"and one lot shall go to the Lord

and one lot shall go to Azazel."

I'm not gonna fucking kill you, Ernest.

Then you made your choice.

No. Don't-don't do this.

Ernest, don't do this.

I brought you into my house.

I forgave you.

Yours is not the forgiveness I need.

Tighter.

Tell me what you want.

To vanquish my enemies.

Just you and me, Jack.

You can't do this! I'm your elemental!

No, I found my elemental
nearly halfway around the world.

The Fascists took him from me.

Now I have to cut the
head off the snake.

Tell me what you want.

To vanquish my enemies.

Thee I invoke, the Bornless one.

Thee that didst create the Earth

and the Heavens.

I am He!

The Bornless Spirit!

I am He!

The Truth!

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Can you imagine an
army of true believers

hanging on your every word?

I can.

There are no more lies.

No more doubts.

It's not just about winning this war.

It's about winning every war to come.

Ernest is a ticking time bomb!

You lied to me Susan.

You still think Parsons
is working for the other side?

Ready for launch.

There is no turning back.