All language subtitles for Strange.Angel.S02E06.WEBRip-KOMPOST

Using stratosphere rockets

dropped on us
from 60 to 70 miles up,

Germany is engaged
in another form

of terror raiding.

To flying bombs is added V2,

another wholly
indiscriminate weapon

used as a morale booster

for the German people.

It's the truly typical effort of
the mortally-injured Nazi beast

to attempt to tear down
everything as he goes under.

What would you say was
Mr. Donovan's state of mind

on the night in question?

I mean, the guy
had a screw loose.

Wasn't anyone's

fault but his own.

Where were you at
the time of the explosion?

The one you really
should be talking to is Jack.

He's the last one
to see him alive.

In your opinion,

why did Mr. Donovan
commit suicide?

This wasn't a suicide.

Frater E.D. ascended.

His body of light has become one
with the universe.

What are you talking about...
ascended?

Ascension is what
we are all striving for...

to come ever closer
to the divine.

But this was not ascension.

This was the demise
of a broken man

led down the wrong path.

There's a lot of conflicting
reports about what happened,

but a lot of them implicate you.

Ernest wanted to die.

I was the only one
that tried to stop him.

What about your Magus?

He was...
he was too preoccupied.

With what?

Let's just say,
the Magus prioritizes the needs

of some people over others.

And unfortunately, Ernest
slipped through the cracks.

This is Orange Grove's darkest hour.

This cult has turned Arthur
Fleming's magnificent estate

into a stomping ground
for perverts,

homosexuals and Negroes.

I had my life threatened.

Attacked because I dared speak
against them,

but their blood lust
won't be sated.

What happened here
was no accident.

It was a human sacrifice.

You do realize why
I have a hard time

taking any of your
claims seriously?

Your stepfather's been
a prominent member

of this community for decades.

Got the church behind him.

You have a fringe
religion that uses sex

and the promise of great powers
to manipulate its members.

Your own husband

has said the leader of your cult

has been abusing that power.

The only abuse of power
I see is the one

that's happening
right in front of me.

Coroner's report came in.

Bones we found in the rubble
are from a goat.

We don't have a body?

Donovan used over 200 gallons
of Class-A explosives.

Anything within 15 feet

of the blast would
have been incinerated.

Doesn't matter. We don't have
a body, we don't have a case.

Hey, Detective?

You got to listen to this.

What do you got?
The recordings we found?

Looking for help,
and they were just 14, 15.

They weren't ready to be
mothers.

Jesus.

So you gave them freedom.

You honored their will?

Yes.

All right, listen
to the rest of these. Now.

Let him greet the sun at dawn,

giving the sign of his grade.

And let him say in a loud voice:

Hail unto Thee who art Ra
in Thy rising, even unto Thee

who art Ra in Thy strength.

I could feel his thighs

tremor in my hands as he came.

Was the best
dice game in Vernon.

Any time she ask,
I just tell Betty

I was out
trying to drum up gigs.

Angie's husband
would get violent on her,

so, when he came looking
for her, I paid some guys

from the shop
to show him how it feels.

There. Doesn't it feel better

to unburden yourself?

Mr. Parsons,

you can go.

It's about goddamn time.

- Not all of you.
- Hold on. You're under arrest.

- Six of you are under arrest.
- Hands behind your back.

- We're taking you in for bookmaking.
- Well, what are...?

What are you doing?
These people had nothing

to do with
Frater E.D.'s actions.

They're all on record
admitting to other crimes.

What do you mean?

They told him,

and he recorded it.

The fuck is he talking about?

All right, let's go.

Get up.

What is he talking about?

I don't understand.

We'll get a lawyer first thing.
We'll get you out of here!

Come on.

For as much as thou hast made

the Law of Freedom thine,

thou hast lived

in light and liberty and love.

I still don't understand
why he did it.

Ask him.

He's more likely to
tell you the truth.

You're still angry.

What did you mean when you said
they weren't just workings?

Are you in love with him?

I'm not.

All right, now, back it up.

You should go to hell!

Get out of Pasadena!

Sinner!

The cult permits

lewd conduct...

Shh, he's coming.

This is ridiculous.

Everybody listen up!

You can't always believe what
you read in the papers, okay?

There was no human sacrifice.

There was a lot of booze and
some fun that got out of hand,

but that is it.

Now, everybody get back to work.

Everything is fine.

You heard him.
Get back to work.

I'm sorry, Mr. Parsons,

but you're no longer authorized.

What are you talking about?
My lab is back there.

I'm just the messenger, sir,

but your security
clearance has been revoked.

Who issued that order?

I know you're in there,
you son of a bitch!

Come out and tell me yourself!

Fuck.

Sounds like Jack's here.

He didn't leave me much choice.

Mr. Parsons either knew
he had a Nazi living in his home

and failed to report it,
or he didn't know,

which shows an utter lack
of judgment.

Either way,
Mr. Parsons has proven himself

to be a major security risk.

Surely, Professor, Jack...

Richard, friendship is
an admirable quality,

but our responsibilities
are more than one man.

Professor's right, son.

And with Mr. Parsons
off the project,

the main obstacle
to funding JPL has been removed.

So, now,

back to business.

Go ahead and crack open
those folders.

As I'm sure you know by now,

the Krauts have started
pounding London

with their V2s, but there is

the smallest sliver
of a silver lining.

One of the V2s

that landed in Dulwich
failed to detonate.

We have an intact V2?

Not we.

Our allies in Britain.

Yes, our colleagues there
have invited us

to examine it in person.

Of course, a mission like this

requires the utmost secrecy,

so that means that no one...

and I do mean no one...

outside this room
can know about it.

- Jack...
- Who does Wallace think he is,

keeping me out of
the project I created?

Jack, that party was a disaster.

Hey, if any of what Wallace said
is true, then...

What?

Then you are a security risk.

I trust you haven't divulged
any information you shouldn't.

You had no fucking right.
I did nothing wrong.

You withheld information, and
you lied to a federal officer.

- Withheld what information?
- About the people in your house.

I didn't know she was a...

She was a Nazi. I know.

But what you don't know
can kill you, Jack.

- Brigitte fled Germany.
- That's right,

and she happened
to ensconce herself in the home

of a prominent
military scientist.

And now, maybe,
maybe that's a coincidence,

but when it comes
to threats of national security,

there can be no margin
for error, and the same goes

for your relationship
with Aleister Crowley.

For the last time, I do not have

a relationship
with Aleister Crowley.

The more you deny it,

- the deeper you dig yourself in.
- If you've been lying

to Agent Wallace,

do yourself a favor,
and come clean.

Please.

It's good advice,
Mr. Parsons.

I've never met Aleister Crowley.

And he has never instructed me
to act against the interests

of my government.

Okay.

I believe you.

We'll clear this up
when I get back.

Get back from where?

Richard.

The party at your
mansion was eye-opening.

For all its peculiarities,

your religion seems to value
something that I also

hold very dear:

truth.

You know, it can't be easy,

living so far away
from your ideals.

Maybe it's time
we cut out the middleman

and I talk
to the Great Beast himself.

Jack, if you want
to be reinstated

into the missile project,

then this is the only card
you have left to play.

Little hard to know
what to pack,

since you can't tell me
where you're going.

I'm sorry, but the
military's being very strict,

especially after that party.

Can't say I'm surprised.

Still, it doesn't sit right,

Jack being cut out like this.

I know he's your friend, but...

maybe it's for the best?

You can finally run things
the way you want.

- No more curveballs.
- Those curveballs

have led to some
of our biggest breakthroughs.

Can I ask you something?

This Aleister Crowley,

is he really as bad
as people say?

Why do you ask?

Well, not because of you.

I probably shouldn't be telling
you this,

but he is a big reason
why Jack is in so much trouble.

Some people even think

that Crowley's working
with the enemy.

Well, I don't know anything
about that.

But... he's not someone
you want to cross,

that's for sure.

What do you mean?

It's very important that I know.

When I left Thelema,

I thought,
"No big deal."

Do what thou wilt, right?

Then this showed up
in my mailbox.

I was a measly second degree.

But Crowley took time
to threaten me.

He said if I
ever exposed Thelema

or spoke out against it,

he'd expose all my secrets.

Jesus.

What secrets was
he referring to?

Don't worry.

You know everything
there is to know.

Now you're the one
keeping secrets.

I wish I could tell you, but
if I lost my clearance, too...

Can you at least tell me

if they're sending you
anywhere dangerous?

Richie?

It's just a research trip.

What if something
happens to you?

How will I know
where to find you?

Nothing is going to happen.

I'll be thinking about you
the entire time.

Guess that'll have to do.

Shoes.

Walter Bennett, please rise.

You are charged
with illegal gambling,

public perversion, and...

miscegenation.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Your Honor,
given awareness of this case

and the clear menace
the defendants

pose to society,

any leniency with respect

to bail could itself be
a threat to public morality.

Your Honor, it is our contention

that Mr. Bennett's case,

along with his codefendants,

is concerned fundamentally

with the free practice
of religion.

They are not menaces to society,

nor do they pose
any flight risk.

The First Amendment does
not cover criminal activity,

and there are several
serious offenses here.

Bail for Mr. Bennett
will be set at $30,000.

This is all your fault!

Ms. Joan Rossi,

please rise.

You're being charged with
performing illegal abortions

in your occupation as a nurse.

How do you plead?

$250,000?

Rockefeller himself
couldn't bail 'em out.

Hey, head high, tails up.

We'll be in touch
when we have a trial date.

- Even if we sold the house...
- We're not at that yet.

Well, we got to do something.
Did you see Walt?

Someone's been beating on him.

Perhaps there's some other way.

- Like what, Magick?
- You're the reason

- we're in this situation.
- Well, at least

I have never led a man down the
path to his own destruction.

This is not the time.

Patty.

Justice should be swift
after what they've done

to Virgil and our family.

Jail is not punishment enough.

It'll have to do.

I'd like to put the
whole matter to bed.

Patty, dear.

The D.A. was just telling us
this will all be over soon.

Then we can help you...

I want you
to understand something.

I have a new home now,
a new family.

A family of fornicators
and murderers.

If we're capable
of one human sacrifice,

what's one more?

Is that for the V-2s?

Yes, sir.
Whole city's on high alert.

But the skies seem quiet
tonight.

They move faster than the speed
of sound, don't they?

It's the ones
you don't hear that get you.

Filip.

Oh.

It's good to see you,
my old friend.

- I wish it were under better circumstances.
- Yes.

Gentlemen, please follow me.

It's, uh, right this way.

Even on our heels,

Hitler keeps us on our toes.

Fortunately,

not all of his vengeance
weapons explode.

No.

No one's going to prison.

Well, I guess we'll have to
just get a new lawyer then.

What's happening now?

He wants them all to cut
deals with the prosecutor.

The police have found witnesses

to corroborate the recordings.

You have to believe...

I never meant to hurt anyone.

Why would I believe you?

You won't even tell me

why you made them
in the first place.

Everything I did,

everything we did was because
I thought I could trust you.

You can.

All I had to do
was let you go to Mexico.

Then none of this
would have happened.

No, please.

Tell me you don't regret it all.

We can make this right.

A beating heart.

An engine capable
of producing 25 tons of thrust.

The injection nozzles
adjust the fuel

and oxidizing ratios
as the combustion is happening.

Your fuel technician
will have a right bloody time

sorting out how it works.

Fortunately, I hear your man...

Parsons, isn't it?

Is a bit of a savant.

Well,

I'll leave you all to it.

I know what you're thinking.

He should be here.

He only has himself to blame.

He's the only one who
understands chemistry

this complex.

We're hurting ourselves
by not having him here.

I know I have defended
Mr. Parsons in the past.

But there is a world
with great thinkers

who will emerge
once this war's over.

And none come
with Mr. Parsons' liabilities.

Are you planning
on staying late?

Sarah offered me

a ride.

There's still
a lot of work to do.

Anything I can help with?

Got all the help I need
right here.

Thanks.

If you're gonna have
a pity party,

at least put on better music.

There you go.

When I put on the radio,
I like to escape,

not be reminded
that everything is so dreary.

It'd take a lot more than music
to make me forget.

To a brighter tomorrow.

Can I ask you a question?

If you had to choose
between the Agape

and the thing
you've always wanted,

which would you choose?

That's easy.

They're one and the same to me.

I think your ride's
probably waiting.

You know, I really don't like
this new look on you.

What look?

Failure.

Figure out what you need
to do to win and do it.

Why did you want to meet here?

You're calling a number
that's been compromised.

Obviously, they know
we are meeting.

How? I never told anyone.

Well, maybe
your phone is tapped.

Agent Wallace seems to be
watching your every move.

I need you to talk to him.

Not a chance in hell.

Well, he's convinced
you're a traitor.

He can think I'm
King George for all I care.

I don't answer to him.

Well, I do.

And this is
the only way I'm gonna get

my fucking clearance back.

If I lose my position,

everything I've been
working for goes away.

Oh, Frater J.P., why
would you fear that?

Your work is far too essential

to the Great Work

to just be forgotten.

What is this fucking
"Great Work"? Hmm?

Open your eyes.

This World War is
a blood sacrifice

on a global level.

And weapons that wield
the power of the gods

will help man to realize

that he needs no god.

And you hold the key
to making those weapons.

If your government cannot
appreciate your talents,

well, there are others who will,

and they will pay mightily
for your services.

You're talking about treason.

There is no such thing
as treason

when your only allegiance
is to mankind himself.

You meet me here tonight...

and get ready to
face your destiny.

The man of will
breaks all boundaries.

You sure about this?

Sister Joan showed me how.

Even did it for me once.

Few years back
when Walter and I...

But the test was negative.

You'll have another chance
once he's out.

People who like us don't usually
get out once we in.

Uh, but we gotta
stay focused on our...

on our intention.

Can you hold it?

Let the truth be known.

There.

Should manifest
an answer in a day or two.

If the frog lays eggs,

you'll know you're with child.

We need you to be strong now.

You're the reason we all here.

You gave us a paradise.

Before it all
came crashing down.

True, but just like
Thelema teaches us,

from destruction comes rebirth.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir.

Morning.

Have you even slept,
Dr. Onsted?

If the V2s don't get you,
the time difference will.

Actually, Professor...

that's not what
was keeping me up.

There's something I need
to deal with today...

in the city.

Could transport be arranged?

Of course.

You're making the right
choice, Mr. Parsons.

I'm making the necessary choice.

Okay.

Where exactly did
he say to meet?

I want to hear you say it again.

When Crowley is in custody,
you will be reinstated.

Outside the
Soviet Travel Bureau.

I thought you said you just
wanted to talk to him.

I do.

But a man like Crowley
might take some convincing.

This is it, Dr. Onsted.

- Shit.
- The elevator!

There he is!

Go, take the stairs. Go!

- Shit.
- Go! Go!

Out of the way.

Move.

He's over there.
Keep moving, keep moving.

Hello.

Wait.

I'm looking for the
man who wrote this.

I'm a friend of Jack Parsons.

He's in the elevator.

He's over there!

Wallace!

Everybody, stay back!

Don't shoot him!

Hands behind your...

What is wrong with you?
What's going on?

It's not him.

It's not him.

Are you Aleister Crowley?

Yes.

How can I help you?

There's a lot of people looking
for you.

You don't happen
to be a Canadian, do you?

Excuse me?

Canadian soldiers
have the best tri.

And I am... running low.

Mm.

Can I interest you
in one of these?

It only costs...

a shilling each.

No. Sorry.

I'm a friend of Jack Parsons.

My name is Richard Onsted.

Sir?

Who the fuck are you?

I just said, I'm Richard Onsted.

I'm a friend of Jack Parsons.

You do know who he is?

Yes, yes. Frater J.P., yes.

Fucking cunt!

Did he send you here?

What? No.

My name is Richard Onsted.

Richard Onsted. I heard you
the first two times.

You and
Frater J.P. used to

ride your bicycles down
to Devil's Gate Dam

and set off your rockets
when you were boys.

Saw your first
naked girl there, too,

skinny dipping in the reservoir.

How do you know that?

Magick, you twat.

I am a master.

Master-bator.

That's what
you're probably thinking.

But I'm also
a master fucking magician.

Since you know so much,

are you also aware that you've
created quite an impediment

for Jack and his work?

Mm. People inside Army
intelligence think

that you and he have
been meeting secretly.

But I see now that that is
not possible, considering.

Considering what?

That you're...

That you're in London
and he's in Los Angeles.

You can help clear his name.

And why would I do that?

'Cause...

he believes in you...

and he needs your help.

You have no idea what he needs.

I'm his best friend.

"I'm his best friend."

"His best friend."

Fucking rubbish.

I can't imagine that...

"Canadian tri" comes cheap
during wartime.

Not to mention these...

lovely living quarters.

I'm guessing Jack and his money
help fund that.

Do you know where
Jack's funding comes from?

The United States government.

So...

unless you want
all this to dry up...

I need you to help me help him.

Sorry for the delay.
We'll be with you

as soon as we get
our end sorted.

Take all the time you need.

- I got it from here.
- Yes, sir.

So, how can I help you,
Mr. Miller?

The leader of the "satanic cult"

has a confession to make.

I know the D.A. wants
a big arrest

to splash across
the front pages.

Is this all true?

If I sign it,

won't that make it true?

Why would you do that?

As Moses said to Pharaoh,

"Let my people go."

All you have on them
are petty crimes.

Why not give people
what they really want?

The man corrupting
their fair city behind bars

and away from their children.

It's not the public
that I'm concerned with.

It's the law.

Your law is your city's.

Mine is love.

Both inspire loyalty.

Both...

make us do things we regret.

And what is it that you regret,
Mr. Miller?

Assuming that the D.A.
will agree.

I would confess to adultery,

to perversion,

to sodomy.

I'd confess to encouraging
behaviors and lifestyles

offensive to the people
of Los Angeles,

as well as fraud:

claiming I can heal the sick,

communicate
with the spirit world,

perform miracles...

when...

really, I am...

just a man.

Imperfect.

Like you.

Joseph?

How?

Oh, my God.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

You okay?

Walter.

Hey.

- It's okay.
- I'm so sorry.

Let's get you cleaned up.

Yeah, sounds good.

You're home now, baby.

Joan? What's wrong?

Where's Alfred?

Yes, sir, Agent Wallace,
I can hear you loud and clear.

Great.

I have Mr. Parsons here with me.

I'd like you to tell him
what you told me earlier.

I found him, Jack.

Crowley. He's in London.

You've been telling the truth.

There's no way you could
have been meeting with him.

He's been here the entire war.

Could you repeat
that, Mr. Onsted?

I'm not sure that
Mr. Parsons heard you.

Aleister Crowley's here, Jack.

He's sick with syphilis.

Guy can barely leave his room.

I even got him to give me
a signed affidavit

attesting to his whereabouts.

I've passed it along
to Agent Wallace

and asked that your clearance
be reinstated immediately.

This obviously was just
a big misunderstanding.

Thank you for the
illuminating information,

Mr. Onsted.
Safe travels home.

No, no, no.
Richard, wait.

He's mistaken.

Crowley can't be in London.
He was gonna meet me.

He gave this card...

The war and
all the stress you're under,

it can get to people.

No, General,
that's not what's happening.

Richard doesn't know Crowley
from Adam.

Maybe he's...

- maybe he's trying to set me up.
- Son,

he-he was trying to help you.

Jack, this whole time
I was convinced

that you were dangerous.

And I thought that what was
in here helped prove it.

But it turns out...

that you're just delusional.

You have ten minutes,
Mr. Miller.

Why didn't you tell me?

You built us a beautiful home.

Based on love
and freedom, trust.

I violated that trust.

You didn't act alone.

You made those recordings
for Master Crowley, didn't you?

I know how difficult
it must have been

for you to keep it
secret from us.

That only one man
could demand such loyalty.

Crowley is...

complicated.

Full of wisdom.

Full of... vice.

But with an invincible spirit.

When he sent me here
to spread his new religion,

he wanted a way to know
his congregation,

even if he never had a chance
to meet them in the flesh.

The recordings...

were my solution.

I was carrying out his wishes,

but...

I accept full responsibility
as Magus.

Perhaps you were.

But you have
another responsibility now.

I'll-I'll get out of here.

I'll... I'll figure something.

How?

Where's Susan?

She went to go see Alfred.

He turned himself in, so
the others could go free.

Is she trying to bail him out?

No. She said she had something
important to tell him.

Are you okay?

You were out at
Braxton's all day.

I was starting to
worry about you.

Whatever it is,
you can trust me, I won't tell.

I see things.

Things other people don't.

I know.
You're a visionary.

This house, your company...

all came into existence

because you saw
what others couldn't.

Do you really believe that?

I believe in you.

Tell me what you want.

I'll go first.

I want it all.