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(dramatic music)

- Hi.

- Hi.

I just wanted to say that I...I heard what happened

and if you need anything at all,

please don't hesitate to ask.

- Thanks.

Actually...

I think I could really use a ride.

- Okay.

- Maybe you could take me to your church.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

(soft, suspenseful piano music)

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to startle you.

- No...

I'm sorry.

I've just had a lot of people jump out at me lately.

- Well, given your line of work,

I'm glad you weren't armed. You reached for your weapon

even though it's not on your hip.

- Did I?

- Well, it's my job to read people,

and I'm reading that you are not very comfortable.

I'm Father Jacob.

- Riley.

- Well, how can I help you Riley?

- I don't know.

I've never really been to church.

- Never?

- Father issues.

- Ah.

Well, one can only preach to the converted so many times.

It's nice to have a challenge now and again.

(bell chimes)

- Do you think that there are angels and demons

in the world?

- Ooh.

Well, when you send me a challenge,

you go all out, don't you?

Angels and demons?

Yes. I believe said creatures exist.

But do I think they walk amongst us,

interfering with the affairs of mortals?

No.

I think they have much better things to do with their time.

But I do believe that our actions can be colored

by the good and evil forces that exist in the world.

When we're faced with them,

then we can only focus on the better angels of our nature

to make the right choice and fight them off.

- Fight them off? How?

With weapons?

- Not the kind you're thinking of, probably.

Holy water. Relics.

Sacred objects.

It's the basis for the myth of vampires

being repelled by crucifixes.

But for those items to work, you have to believe in them.

You have to have faith in whatever you wield.

Otherwise it would just be a lump of wood.

- I lost someone.

(sighs)

And I'm supposed to fight back, but it just...

seems so pointless.

- Can you live with knowing that you could have done more

but chose not to?

- What if it kills me?

- That's your choice.

Is it worse to die for a cause

or live with not trying?

- I don't know how to answer that.

- You're the only one that can.

I wish you luck with whatever you're facing.

And I'm sorry for your loss.

I'll pray for you if you like?

- Pray for her.

It couldn't hurt, right?

Her name is Kara.

- It never hurts.

Whatever your answers are, I hope you find them.

- The crucifix, the holy water, the whole sanctuary thing,

does it really work?

I mean, can you really repel a demon with all these things

if you believe in them.

- Yes.

Yes I believe that the holy water cleanses me,

and that a cross necklace can defend me

against the evils of this world.

Because it represents my relationship with God.

If you don't have that faith, then that is just wood.

And this is just a building.

Find what you have your faith in.

(players cheering)

- Muse Skags.

What did I tell you about gambling in my city, huh?

- Harassment, do you know what that means, huh?

It means that I'm gonna sue you, the department,

the city, and anyone else I can think of

when I get out of jail tomorrow.

(grunts)

Okay, let go of me,

you could lighten up a little.

- How do you make it look real?

- So what are you looking for today, RP?

- I need some information on Marchosias.

- Oh, Marchosias.

I got a lot on Marchosias.

He lives on the lake in Scotland.

No wait. He lives in the Pacific Northwest

and he has really big feet.

- I have reason to believe he's real.

- No way.

No one that big and powerful would need to hide.

- That's what they said about Heisenberg.

Maybe pretending to be a myth

is how he stays big and powerful.

- You know Walter White is literally

a fictional character, right?

You're not doing your case any favors.

- Usual fee for whatever you can tell me

about Marchosias.

- Okay.

I'm not saying he's real,

but going on the stories they tell,

Marchosias is the guy above everybody else in the city.

Everybody reports to him.

Drugs circle down, money flows up,

and Marchosias is on top of the hill.

- So I go to the bank and ask when the local drug lord

makes his usual drop off? Come on.

- Go to 5th and Jefferson.

You might wait for a little while,

but someone will show up to pick up today's take.

And they may take you to a higher up.

And then that person may take you to Marchosias.

Maybe even take you to see Santa Claus.

But, if I were looking for the boogeyman,

that's where I would start.

- Okay.

Thanks.

- Sure.

- I'll check it out.

- Hey, where's your partner at?

- Kara?

She's gone.

She was killed in the line of duty yesterday.

- Shit.

Wait you think Marchosias has something to do with this?

Take your money. This one's free.

For sweet Kara.

She was one of the good ones.

- Thanks.

She really liked you a lot too.

- Whoever did this to her, make sure you get them, alright?

- I will.

You know, there's one more thing you could do for me,

but you've got to keep it quiet.

Anyone catches you, you could go to jail.

- For sure.

(suspenseful music)

- This is a very bad idea, Riley.

- Jesus.

Don't do that.

- This is dangerous. This is their home.

- So you can confirm this is Mr. Demon's headquarters.

- Yeah.

- It's a little too important, don't you think?

(laughs)

- Because your eyes have been opened,

you can see the building for what it truly is.

Everyone else just sees a regular house.

Now listen to me.

Your tattoo prevents them from attacking you directly

but it will not stop them from defending their home.

- Is Marchosias in there?

- He is.

- Then I'm going in.

(dramatic music)