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Previously on Dominion. Our brother's learned a new trick.

He knows how to possess the lower angels.

Does the child know about your colorful past?

Is that a threat?

I need your help, Lewis.

I understand you don't want to go against your fellow angel. Stand with me

or leave Vega.

These angel-worshipping traitors.

When I find them, I will end them.

My acolytes need protecting at all costs.

As soon as this wedding is over, You're going to step down. That isn't just any

egg ball in there. It's Claire's mother.

I've read the texts. I know about evictions.

Shut your mouth!

I have to buy you a vessel.

Do something! Michael!

I can't.

No one can.

Not the power

Give

me

the room

This old B5 lady. She gives me a hundred chip for a half dozen peaches. Must be

good peaches. She thought it was a ten. Let me in. Let me in.

Lewis?

Lewis, you okay?

Never better.

I don't know what came over me.

You work too hard.

You're right. I think I have earned some me time.

Haven't I?

Those things will kill you.

Sanctify this vessel. Don't you know who I am?

Your name is Jonathan Rhys.

His name is Jonathan Rhys. My name... Durge, we know.

Sanctify this vessel.

Perhaps the apocrypha. I don't need to read the damn book anymore.

Says who? Says the Marxists.

You might have told me that. That signifies progress.

Yeah, and I'm trying to build on that progress.

Save human lives.

I applaud your enthusiasm, but overconfidence is a trap.

I know how this works.

I burned the angel out of Claire's mom.

Clementine was a unique case.

For want of a better word, she was domesticated by the general. Might have

had an effect.

Yeah, well... What about this one?

Florida.

Wasn't anywhere near domesticated.

Brought him back to the surface for five minutes.

Five minutes, and then he went into convulsions and died.

And these are the only ones who carried IDs.

And what about Nevada?

I believe I was out when you worked on her.

Yeah, you don't want to know about Nevada.

Yes, I do.

Snapped her own neck before I could finish.

Spiritual matters have never been an exact science.

He's a lost cause, isn't he, this poor son of a bitch?

Don't pity him.

Those in you the body have long since mourned.

Sorry. Who are you?

I wasn't talking to you, Darge.

I agreed to let you hone your skills, but this is becoming a fool's errand.

Better a fool who tries and fails than a coward who sits around and does nothing.

We've been hanging out too much.

You can't keep doing this to yourself.

Until I get it right.

You have to eat.

You're insane.

You need your strength.

Worshipping Gabriel, that despicable piece of shit.

I'm looking out for myself, okay?

Something you taught me from a very young age.

And now I'm looking out for you. Don't patronize me.

I'm trying to save you.

That's what I used to tell people on TV.

Usually accompanied by a 1-800 number.

Yes, but I'm not you, I'm my father. Because I'm telling the truth.

And when the end comes, there will be humans who are spared.

And the ones I care about will be among them.

I'm not one of your acolytes.

I teach one thing.

That the chosen one will save us. Oh, please.

But my sheep at the Savior Church don't need to know their time is near.

They're comforted by those words.

But we wise and fortunate followers of Gabriel know that he will only bring

about their end.

If you listen to yourself, you're delusional.

He's the man who thought building a wall around a city would keep him safe.

When all he actually ever needed was Gabriel.

You can go on as much as you like about Gabriel.

This is about how I mistreated you, isn't it? Gabriel teaches us where one

breaks, one becomes stronger.

And you, father, have given me more strength than I can measure. I never

thought you had the balls for revenge.

This isn't about revenge.

This is about love.

Claire, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting. Is everything okay? Your

father? Yes, he's fine. Actually, I'm here with good news.

Oh, he's a...

Beginning to wonder if there ever was such a thing.

There is. I want to move the wedding forward.

That's, uh... That's great news.

Yes,

it is.

How soon did you have in mind?

Next week.

Claire, I'm thrilled, but why the rush?

I'm going to level with you, William.

I fought to keep my father in office when the Senate went after him, and I'm

just not sure it was a good idea.

I feel if we get married sooner, then I can take the burden of running the city

off his shoulders quicker.

How's your father?

He's taking a bit of a turn, actually, with his pneumonia.

Shouldn't he be in the infirmary?

Yeah, but you know him.

He can't have anyone see him weak, even if it means he suffers.

Well, tell him his future daughter-in-law says get well soon.

I will thank you.

We missed you at the bar tonight.

Otherwise occupied.

Yeah.

I made a toast in your honor. If you were there, you would have killed me.

About Claire moving up for wedding.

Old news.

Then why do you look like someone killed your dog?

Since one of these two's allowed dogs.

Oh, poor guy.

I'd offer you some scotch, but someone drank it all.

It's been a rough few weeks.

It'll be a lot less rough if you loop me in.

Or Ethan.

Or anyone.

There's nothing to be looped in about.

Look.

If you don't cheer up, you're gonna leave me no choice.

Noms, I'm not playing this game. Ah!

Yeah, don't, okay?

We... Ah!

Ah!

It's just your face every time.

I'm sorry. I'm just sad that I have to hurt you to make you laugh.

Okay, okay.

I guess the chosen one can laugh, huh?

What?

I'm not blind.

She passed him on to you, didn't he?

Maybe they mean there's something special.

Maybe they don't mean anything at all.

To me you'll always be plain old Alex.

You've known me way too long to be impressed by a couple of tattoos.

And I've known you too long to believe you.

Things are different now, Gnomes. Why?

Can't the Chosen Ones still have a good time?

Brother Jeffrey.

Lewis.

You can't be here for a million reasons, but mainly because I'm tired of you

asking me about this Michael thing.

I'm still neutral.

Becoming some operative for Michael isn't in the cards.

Then you should align with Gabriel.

That maniac?

Not stupid.

You know, he's not such a bad guy once you get to know him.

Who's got it, Senator?

Get Grayson on the radio.

Yes, ma'am.

Patrol, we need general writing down here now.

Did you know, Michael, that they were higher angels that were living inside

our walls?

Medic, bank clerk, and engineer.

By all accounts, these men and women were ordinary citizens of Vegas, seeking

asylum in a dangerous time.

No different than you.

You didn't answer my question.

You stood in front of the Senate, and you told them... I told them what they

wanted to hear so they wouldn't go after innocent citizens.

Like General Rison's maid?

I was out on her shit side with my brother.

The people have faith in you, Michael.

And you lie to us.

All of us.

You're right to keep your distance from me.

Ryzen's blowing the rest of the tunnels and activating the guns.

If any more of your kind attempt to leave, they'll be torn to shreds. Then

we'll all be that much safer, won't we?

You know they were higher angels.

No.

He's as surprised as we are.

Before you burn the remains, I want time with them in the lab.

Find out everything you can about them.

And work on that poker face.

I can always tell when you're lying.

Careful, Becca.

That's awful.

Awful? The person who did this should get a big, bad reward.

You think this is a good thing?

Angel's dying?

Yeah, I do. All this is gonna do is make people paranoid.

Everyone's gonna be looking at each other differently now.

Good. We all need to be on the lookout. For what?

These people never hurt anyone. Angels are not people.

Not medic.

Stitched up your face when you pulled the rover, Ethan. When have you gone

soft on the enemy?

I don't like anyone innocent getting killed. Don't fall for it, Alex.

I told you they're not people. They just look like it. Trust me.

The first ones that came down, they were animals.

Shit I saw.

Sergeant Lannan.

A word.

Did you do this? Michael, I had to set Felicia on fire, kick her out of a

window just to barely walk away from that fight.

These guys all look like they just let someone cut them up.

You knew them.

They were neutrals.

I gave them the choice to stay in Vega or leave.

I shouldn't have left them an option.

There's more of them.

Why didn't you tell me?

You didn't need to know.

But the others need to be warned. They're in danger. What the hell are you

talking to me for? My presence will only draw attention to them.

I'll do it.

You've been catching eight balls from me. I owe you a solid.

Yes, you do.

Go and see a hire named Lewis.

This address.

Tell him to warn the others. Though their true nature can be discerned, they

must not attempt to flee or they'll be gunned down.

I thought higher angels couldn't be detected.

Not without help.

Nice to see you on your feet, sir.

How much do you know?

More than the others.

Will you help me?

If you promise not to shit me.

Well,

don't give me a reason.

This way, sir.

Once I'm out, have the house secured.

And have my son arrested and brought down through the streets in handcuffs.

None of this back alley limo stuff.

Yes, sir.

He may have drugged me, but it sure as hell doesn't look like the garage.

That's because it's not. You ungrateful prick.

If it wasn't for me, you'd be down on the island eating.

Red Cross with the other V1.

What's my name, Mr. Wheel?

Lieutenant Halloran.

You've been in my employ for six years.

What's my first name?

William asked me on day one.

It's all the fun.

Is that champagne?

Special occasion.

Getting my ass kicked.

200 years at the bottom of the sea.

Thought I'd treat myself while my wounds healed.

Gabriel laid hands on you for the ledger.

Each and every higher angel's name in this.

Which, unfortunately for me, only lives up here.

You said I was being too sentimental.

But somebody had to keep track of the family.

After the diaspora.

Guess the jerk's on me.

Rather threatened to cut off my ears.

So I'd never hear Chopin again.

Bastard.

Uriel, how many neutrals did you reveal to Gabriel?

Only the ones hidden in Vega.

That's all he wanted.

For recruitment, I assume.

He's murdering them.

How? Someone then you got close enough to them to be able to kill them without

a fight.

Perhaps he recruited another higher to do his dirty work?

And what about possession?

With a lower?

Absolutely.

But a higher angel?

He's not that strong.

Did you try summoning him?

Words are no longer an option.

Not the best neighborhood to keep your door open, especially after what

happened at the marketplace this morning.

Tragic.

I'm Lewis, by the way.

But I'm sure you already knew that.

And you're right.

I should be more careful.

You're Michael's boy, right?

Mankind's final savior.

Miracle made of flesh and all that.

When I saw those bodies, I had a feeling Michael would send you to see me.

Beer?

No.

Tell the other angels I can't flee or they'll be shut down.

Did Michael send you on this errand and not tell you that we already know about

you?

Oh, he's been keeping secrets for so long, I'm sure even he has a hard time

remembering what's fact.

Listen, Michael told me to tell you to stay put and to warn the others.

The generals armed the anti-air guns.

You try to go over the wall, you're gonna get shot down.

I appreciate Michael's concern.

He truly has grown as a person.

What's that supposed to mean?

Ah, you know Michael.

Doesn't like to talk about himself much.

I sure wouldn't if I were him.

But he and I go way back.

I knew him before he changed.

Changed from what?

How familiar are you with something called the Book of Genesis?

Or any of the older creation myths?

Not much of a reader.

Most have a common thread.

There was a great flood that cleansed the earth of all the sinners and

ingrates and hedonists and generally everything worth anything.

The Noah story.

I've heard of it.

Exactly. Just like with Noah.

Except Noah, the real story, he wasn't saving animals.

What's this got to do with Michael?

You humans.

You can't wrap your minds around things, so you make up metaphors, like giant

flies. Then those metaphors stick, and you take them literally.

But trust me, it wasn't an ark Noah built.

It was a bunker.

To protect people.

Protect people from what?

The real question is... From whom?

Poor Boris.

Gesundheit. Ancient cultures worshipped the symbol Ouroboros.

It's an image of a snake eating its own tail, devouring itself, compelled by a

hunger it can't control.

You see, insights like that tend me to say the money used on your education was

well spent.

But feed me to my own lion?

Really?

Use your imagination. You're the snake father, and the only way for you to

survive now is to end your hunger.

Check the box.

You need to remove that which you cannot help but pursue and devour.

David Weal.

You might want to check the cylinder before you pull that trigger.

A single bullet.

Quite the dilemma.

Come on, this is ludicrous!

Illumination will lead you to elevation, Father.

You're a man who lost everything.

You had to prove to the world that he wasn't just a survivor.

That he could cage the king of the jungle.

But then he became your sigil, your brand.

Samson is David Weal's ultimate act of self-deification.

You spent your entire life chasing this idea.

Consuming and devouring yourself.

Like Ouroboros.

Come on, get me out of here! It's time to let go, father.

Only then will your soul be open to salvation.

I don't need saving! We all need saving.

You can break my ribs, starve me, feed me to the lions, but I will not

bow down before any man, not to any angel.

I'd rather be torn apart than eaten alive.

Your mother would be saved.

Yes, she would.

Where you been?

Benches on my ass about you.

I'm running out of cover stories.

Running errands for Michael.

I'm on shift in 30. Okay.

Wait.

The Bible?

Was I really that bad that I drove you to religion?

You know you can always trust me.

You know, it's just something someone said, this guy, earlier.

What?

Have you ever thought how well do we really know Michael?

I mean, really.

What do you mean?

This tattoo, it reads, beware those closest to you.

And with everything this guy said, I... We have to go.

Go, go. Can we talk about this later?

Yeah. Sorry, Alex.

So, uh... You and gnomes.

Like a back-to-how-it-used-to-be-serious thing?

Or a much-needed-romp-after-Claire kind of thing?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about those noises coming from the supply closet last night.

Wyman. It's Lewis.

How'd you get this channel?

Please. I need you to meet me at the Stratosphere. It's an emergency.

And please come alone.

Everything all right?

Lewis?

Lewis!

What's the emergency?

I needed to see Michael, but he isn't here.

Well, he'll be back soon, but you shouldn't be here.

Oh, don't you get it?

This is the safest place for me to be.

Why?

Because I know who the killer is.

Lewis!

Lewis, you shouldn't be up here.

Norma?

What are you doing here?

Alex.

I called her.

Don't you see?

She's here to teach you a lesson.

Teach me a lesson about what? Why none of you should trust Michael. Lewis.

Lewis, don't.

I suppose the proof is always in the pudding.

Isn't it?

You told me you'd never lie to me.

I didn't lie to you. Right.

You just neglected to tell me that one of my closest friends, one of the last

people I really cared about in this damn place, one person I really trusted, the

one person is a higher angel.

You can still trust her.

Did your spy know who I was before I did? She wasn't a spy. I simply needed

you protected.

Protected from who?

Yourself!

You wouldn't need looking after if you weren't such a reckless mess.

I may be a reckless mess, but at least I know who I am. Who the hell are you?

I'm the one that's been watching over you your entire life.

Waiting for you to step up to the promise that's been woven into every

ounce of your being by divine will.

And here we are. On the precipice. On the brink of everything we've been

working for.

Struggling for.

And you question my motives.

You shut up!

You're not considered my human, but angel.

This is about what's right and what's wrong.

This is about guilt, isn't it? Bravo.

You murdered them.

I did.

They were neutral.

Neutrality is a myth.

propagated by those of thin conviction and even weaker constitution.

Gabriel.

Hello, brother.

You can possess higher angels now?

I've been practicing.

You'd be surprised at what you're capable of if you set your mind to it.

Give some to a new little brother.

It's the only way I could tell the Chosen One the truth about you.

Your path should not be led by a misguided archangel, Alex.

It should be led by me.

I'd kill you right now if you weren't using an innocent body as a shield.

Innocence is in the eye of the beholder. This body was happy to sell produce

while a war was waged in his behalf. You slaughtered them because they were

pacifists. They were sacrificed for a greater cause.

To finally shake this city's blind faith in you.

He's a deceitful bastard, Alex, who's been hiding you from me.

Sanctify this vessel.

Sanctify this vessel.

An eviction.

What year is it again? Sanctify this vessel. Oh, this is

adorable. It truly is. Sanctify this vessel.

Sanctify this vessel.

Sanctify!

I love your ambition.

Sanctify this vessel. Do you know who I am? I believe he does.

Sanctify this vessel!

Back so soon?

It seems.

Michael has taught the boy how to perform an eviction.

So he truly is the chosen one, isn't he?

Yes.

And the dead?

Was killing three of our own worth it?

It certainly wound up, Michael.

Won't be long until we have another flood on our hands.

They knew the guns were trained on them, yet they fled.

Shot down before they could clear the walls.

Something tells me Gabriel didn't deliver your message.

Are these all of them?

With the exception of Noma, yes.

Michael.

Your brother told me things about you.

Things about your past.

About the flood.

Is it true?

Michael, is it true? Don't listen to my brother.

Hey, I'm still talking to you.

We're not done here.

Let the boy go!

We beat them, oh, we beat them.

Father's great flood set to cleanse the earth.

Let every nation tremble before his might.

They've begun to worship our kind over father.

They'll never let that abide.

So you kill them?

Every man, woman, and child?

It's what he asked me to do.

Father always taught us never to leave our chores unfinished.

Of all the pleasures this world makes available to us, he chooses murder. I'm

just ensuring the natural order of things.

And what's more natural than death?