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- What's wrong with you, girl?

I just came to say goodnight.

- No, you didn't.

- Well.

Well, well, well.

You know.

Don't you?

You know.

Your fucking bitch of mother,

must've passed out drunk.

Every time I come over.

Well...

It's gotta go somewhere.

It's man's nature.

Man cannot change

his nature.

- You sure about that?

- Fuck off.

Ain't no junkies that deal through here.

What you want, Vine?

- Status quo.

No dead little girls in the basement,

no building crawling with cops.

- Dead girl, what the fuck you talking about?

- Well I figure when she stabs you

with that large nail she has in her hand,

you'll do one of two things:

You'll either beat her so bad she needs an ambulance,

or kill her.

Either way it's just not good for business, so...

You know.

You'll have to kill her somewhere else.

- You tripping, man.

Girl ran off.

I just came to get her. That's it.

- Andre.

Patron Saint of lost children.

- There are signs everywhere.

A floating leaf, a sound, a shadow.

It's not the sign, but the meaning that concerns us.

- Hold up, ho.

Talk to Big Wayne.

Do you understand these are signs of deception?

- He's lying to me?

- No, dear, he's cheating on you.

Infidelity is also a sign

we must seek further meaning.

- He don't love me.

That's the meaning.

That's why he go with that whore!

Madam Cornelia?

What should I do?

- Well, let's see what the cards tell us, next.

These old cards, they rip so easily.

- Cristo.

- What did you say?

- Esta negro.

It changed to black glass.

- And you can see that?

- I don't understand, Madam Cornelia.

- You will, Maria, briefly.

I'm sorry.

- Dooley.

- The obsidian sun.

The new Interpreter arrives.

- Who is that?

- She is not in the UK,

if in fact she is a she.

Right, who's got it?

- Here. It is here.

But the card is not blue.

- Not blue...

What do you mean, it's not blue?

It's always blue.

The most incomparable blue.

The most azure blue.

- It's not blue.

- What is happening?

- You can see... - I see.

- Why was this not foreseen?

What is the meaning?

- Relinquere.

What comes?

- Interpreter.

Ah, now you're sure she saw the card

before you pierced her?

It's a small thing to kill somebody over, you know?

- None of us happens, Adam.

Ever.

Obsidian is a sign that a new Interpreter

has come to the world.

But it is always blue.

Humans do not see into our world

without being touched.

- Yeah, well...

You touched her.

I can help you with the body.

Not really sure what else I can do.

- Keep your eyes open.

Something has come into our plane.

If it is not Fortune seeking a new Interpreter,

it may be something else.

Look for anything unusual.

- "Unusual."

- Come on!

- Lisa...

- Hit me again, Frank.

- I'm telling you,

fucking put it down.

- Good evening, America.

Welcome to the show.

- Vine.

What the fuck you doing?

- Eavesdropping.

You got my money?

- Tripp and Helo just went to the bank.

- Yeah, you don't have a bank.

- Sure we do.

Snatch and Grab Trust.

See?

Here they come.

Have a little faith, Vine.

- Hi, Vine.

- Tripp.

Madam.

- Fuck you, you fucking procurer.

Do your job and bring us something to eat.

- Helo!

I speak for us.

I do.

He's hungry.

- Yeah, well they were beating the shit

out of each other next door a minute ago.

Have 'em take a snort of that, huh?

- You know how it is, Vine.

Same thing day in, day out, it gets tedious.

But that's why we like your product so much.

Variety is the spice of life.

- So they say.

Pay me tomorrow, no later.

- You let him get away with too much.

- You don't tear off the hand that feeds you, Helo.

The minute he stops feeding us,

I'll rip his heart out.

- Fuck you!

Come here, bitch.

I said come here, motherfucker!

- "Unusual."

- Got any ice?

- I'll kill myself!

I swear to Christ.

Please!

- Oh, my God.

Beautiful.

You're fricking beautiful.

Oh, shit.

I didn't realize how strong this was.

Hey, uh, what happened?

- I'm done.

We'll just call this one a freebie.

I just started my period.

- Oh, shit, really?

- That's unusual.

- Hello?

- What are you doing down here?

- I'm running away.

- Ah.

I hate to break it to you, kid,

but the basement ain't exactly "away."

- I came to get Penny.

I dropped her, before.

- Look, kid.

I wouldn't run away.

There's bad things out there.

- There's bad things here.

- Oh, yeah?

Should I take that personally?

- You deal drugs.

And you scare people.

You have a gun.

- Yeah.

- And you don't care about

somebody who needs help.

You're worse than Andre.

- Hm, pretty tough, huh?

No fear.

I can make you afraid.

Just trying to prove a point.

Relax.

I saved your ass, before.

You should be thanking me.

- You told him to kill me.

- Yeah, well, he didn't, did he?

- He will.

I can't stop him.

But you could.

You have a gun.

- No thanks.

- Why not?

Why won't you help me?

- Status quo, kid.

- What's that?

- Hunger.

Everybody's hungry for something.

You know, they can't control it,

and they can't ignore it.

Sometimes you're the mouth

and sometimes you're the meal.

It's just the way it is.

- Sara!

What the hell's this, huh?

- Nothing, lady.

I was just looking for Dooley.

- Where do you think you're going, huh?

Where you going?

This place ain't good enough for you?

Is that it, baby? Huh?

You gonna go out and find a little house,

with a Mommy and Daddy,

and a little puppy?

Hm?

Didn't happen for me, it's not happening for you.

Pick it up!

Come on, let's go.

- Let me go! I hate you!

I hate you!

- Kids, right?

- They're the worst.

- Go!

- God damn humans.

Dooley.

- No use fighting this, girl.

- You got your books, got your homework.

You got your lunch money.

Good. Good girl.

So what other things you got?

Only things you really need.

What's in here, and what's in here.

Now give me some.

See you when you get home.

Hey.

- Hey, Andre.

Looking sharp.

- Oh, Wayne, good to see you.

Looking for work today,

thought I'd dress up a little.

- Good luck, man.

I'll let you know if I hear of anything.

- Hey, thank you, man.

Much appreciate it.

Good morning, Mister Vine.

Sorry about last night,

I was uh, sick.

But I'm better now.

Hopefully you can forgive me.

- Um...

Sure.

- Thank you.

I gotta get going.

Have a good day, Mister Vine.

- Goodbye.

- Sorry.

- Oh, shit, dude!

I'm sorry.

- You don't smell sorry.

- Yeah, um...

Okay.

I'm Frank.

- Vine.

- Vine.

Cool name, dude.

This is Lisa. - Hey.

- You live in 37, right?

- What happened?

- Oh, uh...

I hit myself with a bottle.

I...

I was massively inebriated and,

I think I just wanted her to open the door.

- I locked myself in the bedroom.

- I was messed up.

Like...

Bad, but it wasn't the booze.

I wasn't well.

- But you're better, now.

- Yes.

Yes I am.

- We both are.

- You just woke up and everything was better?

- I can't explain it, I...

I just feel totally different.

You know, not physically...

I mean, my head hurts like a motherfucker.

But...

This is gonna sound kinda dumb,

but psychologically.

Spiritually.

I just feel really, really good.

- You feel it too, don't you, Vine?

- Well, we'd better go.

We're visiting my mom.

It's been like, a year.

Take care, bro.

- Bye.

- What the hell's going on, Vine?

- It's the entire building.

Every floor.

The humans have changed.

- Something has come into our plane.

- From where?

- Helo!

Sorry, Interpreter.

He doesn't know his place, lately.

What do you see?

- Disease has come,

from another plane.

Another world, infecting the humans.

- Well, what do we do?

- You must stay in your rooms,

while the Interpretee look for a cure.

No one leaves.

- So, you wanna tell me what's

really going on, Cornelia?

Because this ain't a disease

I've ever heard of.

- This is a powerful method of Divination.

- Yeah.

I'm uh, I'm familiar with oracle bones.

I've never seen one with a human bone.

Is that the real reason you killed her?

- The sign is a circle that doesn't close.

See?

And here, converging lines that do not meet.

Shapes that are almost shapes,

symbols that are almost symbols.

Disease has come across.

- Yeah.

Well show me a disease

that can rip a man in half.

- I'm talking about the humans.

Not a bunch of fucking drales!

Are you feeding, is what I'm asking?

- A small town is in shock, today.

The deaths of two newborn babies...

- He's feeding.

At Saint Joseph's Hospital,

Have been ruled homicides, - The bastard.

By investigators.

The families have asked for privacy

as they mourn the loss of the infants.

- There's plenty of misery out there.

Let's go get some.

- Feed in the wild?

It's too dangerous.

You never know whose territory you're in,

and when you find out, it's too late.

- I won't let you starve, brother.

- I found blood at the bottom of the stairs,

but it wasn't Dooley's.

It was weird.

Not quite human, but not demon, either.

I'm thinking maybe he got one good shot in

before he was killed.

If you were asking for something unusual, that's it.

- Show me.

- It's gone, now.

- Gone?

- Yeah, well.

I kinda got knocked out,

and when I came to...

Wait a minute, there's something in there.

Does this have any meaning?

- Everything has meaning.

Not everything means something that matters.

You're more than welcome to chase bird feathers

and disappearing blood, Adam,

but I've got work to do.

- What are you gonna do?

- Find a cure for the humans.

- That's funny.

Because every human I talked to

said they already found one.

- Luck.

More luck.

- Hey, Ford.

- What is it, Vine?

Did the humans change back?

- No, no, I don't think so.

I have a question.

You know a thing or two about demon science, right?

- You know I do.

- Is it true?

Can you conjure a demon if you know its true name?

- You'll need what signifies the demon,

not just the name.

Unlikely to find one,

nearly impossible to find both.

Why?

- It's a demon.

A powerful one.

He's influencing the humans, Ford.

- Oh, my God.

- Told you all you need to know,

now get the hell outta here,

before you bring me more bad luck than you already have.

- I'm building a bookcase,

just getting a little construction advice.

- The Interpretee need your help.

You need to leave the building.

- Why not get Ford or Amber?

They're hungrier than I am.

- We're worried about what happens

if you don't find anything.

Not if you do.

Your lack of hunger and your lack of fear

make you the obvious choice.

You're the strongest of us, Adam.

Just go around the block.

Shouldn't take long.

I'll make a debt.

- I've had enough of those outstanding, already.

Cost you more to keep track of then they're worth.

- Hey Vine.

- Is this gonna hurt much?

Man, you gotta watch this.

- With any luck.

- I hear people freak the fuck out.

- Sheer terror.

- Next time just ask me to get in the car.

I'll say yes.

- My apologies, Mister Vine,

but my instructions from Mister Granville were...

Explicit.

- Yeah, and what exactly were your instructions?

- Well he told me to make you hit the canvas,

which means, "to render unconscious, or knock out"

in the parlance.

- Yeah, I got it.

- This way.

- Ghoul, huh?

Moving up in the world, Tarqus.

- Success has its perks.

- Yeah, so...

To what do I owe the honor

of getting my head knocked in?

- We've been getting calls

about the situation in your building.

- There's no situation in my building.

You've been misinformed.

- People without shame, fear, or misery.

We need to know if this is true.

- "We"?

Now what would the Clades care

about a run-down tenement

full of alcoholics and wife-beaters?

The Clades are a trade organization.

- The Clades are our way of life.

Every demon benefits from

representation in the market place.

Even a freelance misery peddler like yourself.

- Ah.

But not the Interpretee.

I mean, an Interpreter pretty much renounces his kind,

when he assumes the role.

Offid, Rilk, Vorling,

even a Moloch like you.

The Interpretee have no allegiance

to anyone but themselves.

And that's a problem, isn't it?

Are you asking if what happened in my building is true?

Or if some plan you put in motion actually worked?

- So...

Something is happening.

What is this, Vine?

A new drug?

Doesn't look like it.

We have to have a long, long talk

about all the things you're not telling me.

- Stop it! Stop it!

They'll shut u s down.

- What do the Clades have to do with this?

- Nothing.

- I know you wanna take down the Interpretee, Tarqus.

Too many demons believe in them, now.

- Yes, but does this look like a master plan, to you?

You...

She sent you.

Everything was fine till you showed up.

- Hey, wait.

I'm Vine.

- Pleased to meet you, I'm Ron.

- How uh, how you doing today, Ron?

- Fine.

- Yeah? I mean, uh,

how are you doing today as opposed to...

I don't know, say, say yesterday.

- Um, about the same.

Got here 4:30am, I uh...

Came down, opened up the doors,

worked the morning rush.

Cleaned the grill, prepped for the lunch rush.

Same as yesterday.

- Fascinating, huh?

- Oh...

I don't feel like killing every living thing

on the face of the earth anymore, though.

Felt that way this morning,

yesterday morning.

About every day before that.

But not now.

- What came over you?

- I don't know.

Suddenly just uh, had a thought.

Maybe all these people are just like me?

They've hit a bit of trouble,

or things didn't work out the way they'd hoped they would.

They're confused, they're angry.

But really they're, they're afraid.

- When did this thought kick in?

- Just a little bit ago.

'Bout the same time you came in,

come to think of it.

Hey, you want a slice of pie?

On the house.

- No, no.

- I'm getting you one, anyway.

- Nothing changed.

Nothing changed until I showed up.

And not just at Tarqus',

but at the diner, too, on the other side of town.

- You shouldn't have gone there.

- There's a game, and I don't know what it is.

But somebody's moving the pieces around,

and I don't know who the fuck they are.

And all I know is I'm one of the pieces.

And I don't like it.

Not one fucking bit, Cornelia.

- Calm down, Adam.

- Why not go to the diner?

You told me to find some misery, right?

I could've gone anywhere.

Unless you knew I wouldn't make it

three steps outside the door.

You called Tarqus.

- We can see nothing, now.

You have no concept of what it's like

to be blind in this way.

- Are the Clades working with the Interpretee?

- No.

We needed information, that's all.

- So you sent me to find out if I would infect them!

And a kiss just in case I didn't make it back, huh?

Well I am really flattered, honey.

You must really like me.

- I do like you, Adam.

I've made that very clear.

- I don't give a damn.

I won't be a dupe for you or anybody else.

- I'm sorry.

We needed to know, and now we do.

- What do you know?

- Disease has not come to the humans.

It's come to us.

- I know what that is.

That's Darvatian, get away from it.

- There's a protection on it!

A protection.

We're trapped.

- Silence!

We're all contagious.

We will not be allowed to leave until this is resolved,

or we are dead.

- She sent me to a ghoul club.

After I arrived, they changed.

Stopped suffering.

When the demons couldn't feed, they slaughtered them.

- So what?

Humans are terminal from birth.

What about us?

So far, the plan is we starve to death.

- Each of you must pay a visit to a human in the building.

Find some shred of misery, suffering, anything.

No matter how content they may seem,

they have a weakness.

Find it.

- Hi, I'm Amber.

I uh, live down the hall.

- Uh, my name's Ford.

- Of course you are.

Come on in.

- I made cookies.

- Cookies!

- I fucking told you, I told you!

- Calm down.

- "One more day, let's wait one more day."

Now look where we are!

- Calm. Down.

We have to think this thing through.

We can't let the hunger get to us.

If that happens, we're fucking done.

You understand?

- Should we test the humans, like the Interpreter said?

- Fuck what the Interpreter said.

That will only make us weaker.

We stay.

We think.

We figure it out.

- Figure what out?

- How to break the protection.

- You've gotta draw a seven-legged scarab.

Then you'll need mercury.

Sulfur, and salt.

Put them on the body of the scarab close together,

but don't let them touch.

They'll be picking you off the ceiling if that happens.

Place the feather on top,

so that it touches all three.

Then light it on fire as you speak the demon's true name.

- Peronga Ola Vakayah.

Shit.

- I used to hate this place,

but all it needs is really just a little sprucing up.

- Sprucing up?

You gave this place a full makeover.

She has real talent.

She's signing up for school in the fall.

- So, what do you do, Amber?

♪ Frustration

♪ I'm in a place of no escape

♪ Dive in your hate, can't liberate

♪ Don't wanna live, going on this way

♪ I don't wanna be just another fake

♪ Like you

♪ Can't stand the ways you manipulate

♪ Just to be safe I isolate

♪ Don't tell me this is a fey

♪ When I turn around it'll dissipate

♪ From you - What are you doing?

♪ Now that I'm forgiven

♪ No longer has a home

♪ Where is it written

♪ My blood and my blood and my bone

♪ You can stay a princess

♪ But I will be

♪ You can stay a princess

♪ But I won't be your witness

- Amber?

♪ Aggression

♪ Excuses

- Ugh, what's wrong with you people?

- You don't need to show us any more, Amber.

I think we understand.

Don't we, Frank?

- Sure, it's like,

prostitution or performance art, or something.

- I'll make my own damn luck.

Finally!

What do you want?

I said, what the hell do you want?

This is my luck, clear out!

Ah!

- You're starving.

It fucks with you.

Don't let it, you'll get used to it.

After a while it feels normal.

- Make love to me, Vine.

- Okay.

- Do you trust the Interpreter?

- Not entirely.

But I don't trust anyone, entirely.

- You know...

I knew an Interpreter once, a long time ago.

They can't be killed.

- Everything on this earth can be killed, Amber.

- No, they have to kill themselves.

Fortune belongs to them.

We're all gonna starve, and she'll find her way out.

She won't even mean to, but she will.

I need you to find me a way out, Vine.

- It won't open. - Break it in.

- Get Cornelia!

What happened, Ford?

What happened?

- Dark...

So dark.

- What?

- He's starving to death.

- What?

Why is this so soon?

Just die, you stupid Vorlich!

- Look at me.

- Thank you.

- Stay with me.

Hey, Ford. - I owe you.

- It's a debt.

- What's wrong with you, Vine?

You know he's never gonna pay.

- Come on!

Act like a demon.

Take what you want.

You did with the Sephling.

That ugly whore.

I know you crave me, Adam.

I can smell it on you.

I smell your lust, your violence.

Do it.

Why do you hesitate?

Do it!

Tear me limb from limb.

- How can I?

You can't be killed, unless you kill yourself.

What of our long kisses?

What are you and your friends up to, huh?

Some experiment with the balance?

You wanna know if we'll start

killing humans when we're starving?

The answer's yes.

I've already seen it.

- This is a disease.

We cure ourselves, or we die.

All of us!

- There is no cure, because there is no disease.

A demon is behind this, Cornelia.

And I'm going to prove it.

Veralka Veedan Tadas.

- Good evening, good to see you.

How's it going?

- Oh, hi.

We're just about, um...

Come on in.

- You know...

My father used to say,

"Andre, folks'll tell you, clothes make the man.

"But don't listen to 'em.

"The man makes himself.

"And cloth doesn't come cheap."

I just remembered that the other day.

- My dad said TV rots your brain.

- My father said that, too.

- I like TV.

- Well, so do I.

Gotta have balance, is all.

- Wake up!

- We are awake, silly.

- We can see you're upset, Mister Vine.

Is there anything we can do?

- Don't you find it the least bit disturbing

what happened in the basement last week?

- Oh, I was sick.

You understand, right pumpkin?

- Of course.

- And you just magically,

magically got better, hm?

- Oh, no, not magic, Mister Vine.

Miracle.

By God, himself.

- God.

And what did he look like?

- I didn't see him, but well, who else could it be?

- What are you asking, Mister Vine?

- Andre was going to forcibly rape

your 11 year old daughter, Sara.

Now surely on some level,

as a mother, you are deeply and fundamentally

horrified by this, aren't you?

- I was a terrible mother.

Neglectful, abusive.

And thinking about it now,

I might "feel a deep, fundamental horror," as you say.

Maybe I would feel shame, or guilt, or sorrow.

But my question to you is this,

what purpose would that serve?

Would it change what happened?

Would it protect Sara in the future?

Would it show Andre and I how wrong it was?

Horror, fear, regret, shame...

Maybe once long ago, they were necessary.

When we lived in caves like animals.

We don't need those feelings anymore.

We've evolved.

We've had knowledge and reason for

thousands of years, it's time we used them.

It's time we became truly human.

- I got a second job interview tomorrow.

That fellow Wayne?

Put in a good word.

- That's great.

Isn't that great?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- You said you would rip his heart out

the moment he stopped feeding us!

- It wasn't Vine's fault, for Christ's sake.

- You said you wouldn't let us starve!

- We haven't yet, have we?

I don't see you with any ideas.

- It's been a week.

The humans aren't gonna change back.

So we gotta change them back.

- The balance.

- Fuck Vine, fuck the balance!

- And this one I call Penny.

She's Native American.

Where's your family?

- I don't have a family.

- Do you have friends?

- I have a type.

I'm a Taryn.

It's hard to explain.

- Explain it to me.

I'm a pretty good listener.

My teacher says so.

Why not?

- I had a dream.

We don't dream, but I had one.

And I'm wondering if it's still happening.

- Then it doesn't matter, does it?

Anything you do in a dream isn't real.

- You're a bird man.

It's not bad.

I mean, it's cool.

Really.

Don't be sad.

Can you fly?

- Yes.

- And people see you?

- No, people can't unless they've been pierced.

It has something to do with the body, somehow.

Or the weight of the world doesn't let them see us.

When we fly, they see a bird,

or something else that makes sense to them.

If it doesn't make sense, they don't see anything at all.

- I think I understand.

Maybe it'll all work differently one day.

It'll all make sense to everybody.

And everybody will see everybody else

the way they really are.

- Did she come with this?

- No, I put it there.

- Where did you get it?

- From a bird.

- You saw it?

- In the basement.

The same night I saw you.

The night I was going to run away.

A little red bird.

- Hang on.

Did it look like this?

- No, not exactly.

- How about that?

- Almost, but the wings weren't black,

it was all red.

That's it!

What does it mean?

- It's the status quo, kid.

- What is it?

- Stay here.

What's wrong?

- Hunger.

It's made them crazy.

- I speak for us!

- Not any more.

- Mace!

- He speaks for us?

Does he?

I speak for us.

I speak for us.

I speak for us!

- It's like this with our kind.

- Okay, Perembra.

Rubra.

Show yourself!

Please.

Please!

Show yourself!

Wait...

Wait, no!

Stop!

Stop!

I saw him.

He was right here.

It's not a disease, Cornelia.

- I know.

This card represents you.

The physician represents disease.

Illness, death.

Also healing, and cure.

But above all, it represents compassion.

You have done what no demon has done before.

You have changed your fundamental nature.

You care for them.

You have compassion for the humans.

It is you that brought this into our world!

- Not me.

- Deny that you care for them.

Do it.

Lie to my face!

Nature abhors a vacuum, Adam.

Your compassion is a bright hole, in your black heart.

And nature has filled it with death,

for you and everyone around you.

You must repair your heart, yourself.

You must kill the girl.

- Hey...

Ford.

I need you to look at something.

- Vine, you devil-whore.

I said it was a debt.

- It's time to pay.

This was lead, when I shot it into a demon.

A demon made of darkness.

Okay?

What is it now?

- Aurum.

It's gold.

- What kind of demon can do that?

- Any kind of demon.

Any kind of demon could do that.

You impotent fool.

You false prophet.

You're gonna die, Vine.

Just like me.

We're immortal.

We're all going to...

- I've been looking for you everywhere.

Why are you hiding?

- I'm not hiding.

I'm thinking.

There's a difference.

- What are you thinking about?

- A dream I had.

- But you can't dream.

Only humans can dream.

- I did.

- Are you going to kill her?

Are you going to kill the girl?

- Sure.

- You're lying!

You're gonna choose her,

over your own kind!

Is it because you think that she's beautiful?

And that we're monsters.

- We are monsters, Amber.

- I don't wanna kill you.

Please...

Oh, man!

Whoo!

- To your new job.

- Oh, no, baby...

To us.

Oh yeah.

Hey, everybody, thanks for coming.

- Found you a way out.

- Hello, Vine.

Look, Penny lost one of her eyes.

You're gonna kill me, Vine.

I don't want you to.

But if you have to, I understand.

- You do?

- Status quo.

It's about killing.

You have to kill things to stay alive.

That's what you meant, isn't it?

- The obsidian sign was corrupt.

But Fortune found him anyway.

He dreamed.

Vine is the Interpreter.

He will kill us all.

- I will have my share.

- You okay?

All right, I want you to stay outta the building

until you see the cops.

A lot of...

Come on, let's go.

- Vine, where are we going?

- I'm gonna put you some place safe.

Yeah, over here.

- The passage.

- Okay, whatever you do,

no matter what you hear,

you don't come out till I come back for you, okay?

- Why not?

I'm not afraid.

- Well I am, now come on.

Wait a second.

This isn't right.

- I can see you again.

Where are we?

I don't feel right.

I feel...

Vine....

- I'm scared, Vine. - Shh.

- She's mine...

Kill her...

- What's happening?

- Kill the human.

Kill her....

Vine...

- Come on.

- There's nowhere to go, Vine.

- Vine! Vine!

Vine!

- No!

- Safe here.

- That's enough.

- Just a little more.

I'm so hungry.

So...

Hungry!

- No, no, no, no!

- Watch out!

- Vine!

- Kill her, Interpreter!

The sign was corrupt, but it was correct.

Fortune found you.

You dreamed.

You have been chosen to join the Interpretee.

Fortune has a test for each of us.

This is yours.

Kill the girl, end this famine,

and begin your training.

- No!

- We are the disease.

We don't belong here, Cornelia.

- Of course we belong here!

We see everything.

We know everything, we live forever.

We are perfect!

- We're freaks!

Freaks!

We have wings, and claws, and horns.

Like animals.

And even then, no one sees us.

She...

Is beautiful.

She's perfect.

The world belongs to her.

Maybe there's some world we belong.

But not this one.

- There is no other world, Adam.

There's no where else for us to go.

As above, so below.

As below, so above.

- No, no, no, no!

- Vine!

- What did you dream, Interpreter?

- That I saved her.

Sara?

Sara!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Where are you?

Answer me!

- Hello, Vine.

- No.

Why would you do this?

- Because I had to be sure.

I looked for you.

I rode on the back of Fortune,

through many worlds.

And there you were.

Obedient. Resigned.

About to become an Interpreter.

Do you remember the dream?

- That I saved her.

- A demon with a conscience.

Who knew?

- And you killed her.

- Not me.

Andre kills her.

- "Kills"?

- Kills, kill, killed.

Will have killed, will kill.

It's all the same to me.

She's running away.

She thinks he's asleep, but he's not.

- It was her blood.

But it wasn't human.

- Of course not.

She's not a human, she's a child.

She's innocent.

Do you want me to tell you what he does to her before he kills her?

- No.

- You're something else, demon.

I will have to adjust, as I have always adjusted.

Doing something she shouldn't have,

before it brought luck that would've worked against me.

It won't make a difference in the end.

My plan's already in motion.

- No, don't.

Please.

Please, don't.

Don't destroy them.

They are flawed.

I know, but they are perfectly flawed!

It's us who don't belong.

- None of you belong.

It's okay, Vine.

The experiment's over.

You're free to go.

- No.

Bring her back.

Bring her back!

Bring them all back!

You can.

I know you can.

I know your true name.

- Is that right?

Tell me.

- You are the one thing.

Ray...

- Enough!

They must be whole.

It has stripped the body, as you said.

- So...

What do I call you?

- The future.

- Shoulda ran while you had the chance, girl.

That doll ain't gonna save you.

Ain't nothing gonna save us, now.

- Let me go, let me go!

- Hey, hey, hey, whoa.

Sara, Sara, wait.

It's really good to see you.

Shh, look, it's okay.

Sara, everything's gonna be okay from now on.

I promise.

- You told him to kill me.

- And that was a mistake.

Okay, a really big mistake.

I won't make it again.

- You promise?

- I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

You're safe.

Okay?

Now go on back up.

Tell your mom Andre won't be back for awhile.

He's got a few things to work out.

- Thank you.

- Hey Vine...

I just woke up in the goddamn basement.

What the hell is going on?

Officers have released the name

of the gang member who brutally murdered

four tenants in his building.

The 24 year old going by the name Helo

was identified as Jason Miller.

His victims are said to be two of his fellow gang members,

an elderly resident, Cornelia Coranza,

and the building's manager, Patrick Dooley.

In other news, a city-wide alert has been issued

for a white man last seen in the 400 block of Wood Lake,

in connection with the abduction

of five year old Jesus Gonzalez.

The police have no leads so far...

- Wood Lake, is that close to here?

- No, no, nothing like that's close.

Not to you.

- Hi.

Thanks for taking care of her, Vine.

I wish you'd let me pay you.

- Nah, when you get settled.

How was the meeting?

- Um, it was good.

It's tough but good.

I hear Andre left town.

- Yeah?

- I don't know, maybe I should've given him a second chance.

- Well, maybe.

But you only get so many chances in this world.

- Hey kiddo.

Come on, let's get dinner.

- Can I come back later?

- Oh, maybe, I'm going out for a while.

- Where you going?

- Just over to Wood Lake.

I'm gonna check something out.

- Thank you.

- There are signs everywhere.

A floating leaf, a sound...

A shadow.

It's not the meaning, but the sign that concerns us.

Understand?