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Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been a month since my last confession.

Go on.

A couple months ago, I was sent here from Rome with a mission.

I'm supposed to report to the Archbishop here if I find any,

um,

disturbing and unnatural behavior from this man

and his family, but

it's complicated.

Take your time.

I'm here to listen.

The Church always tells us that our faith... is our strength.

That it alone will save us from the darkness.

But sometimes life has a way of testing our faith

through what we experience,

what we feel.

So if I'm having doubts about what I've seen and felt, then,

who am I to pass judgment on anyone else?

Father?

Sorry.

But is there a sin anywhere in there?

Excuse me?

Have you had any lustful thoughts?

I...

I'm not sure, I mean, he...

Everyone's had thoughts before.

Do you like the way... he makes you feel.

Um...

Between your legs?

I can make you feel that way.

Yeah, you're a fighter.

I haven't had one like you in centuries.

Let me guess. You're here for him?

Daimon called and said...

That figures.

- Such a shame. - I'm sorry, what?

Well, let's be honest,

you could do so much better.

Well, looks like you could, too.

Daimon told us you were attacked.

I'm very sorry,

but we're here to help.

You have a really lovely place.

Thank you.

It was, it was a lot of work.

And a lot of Mother's money.

When she went crazy, we took it.

What I think she means is that

when I got power of attorney, I split the family trust,

to take care of us.

Including Victoria.

Daimon.

Ana.

Been too long.

Or not long enough, depending on how you look at it.

View looks pretty sketchy from here.

I, made a quick stop.

Double chocolate.

Hands down the best in Portland. Alright.

Don't everybody jump at once.

Henry, this is Gabriella Rosetti,

my associate.

- This is... - The man they call Caretaker.

I've heard nice things.

Yeah.

Likewise.

Okay.

So, I-I know this, this sort of

formal meeting isn't everyone's favorite morning activity,

but Ana and I have

reason to believe that our father may be back.

So you were right.

He's been alive all this time.

No.

He's taken a new form.

Reborn somehow. I...

But it's him.

He's strong.

He's marking people for possession.

And he's clearly targeting us.

Got the drop on me.

Won't happen again.

The only question is,

how do we kill him?

We can't.

Simple laws of nature.

Energy can't be destroyed,

but it can be transferred or contained.

Well, from what Ana was telling me last night,

he was lying in a crypt for 20 some-odd years.

But what kept him contained?

Another demon.

A Keeper tasked with that very job.

You can't be serious.

Where do we find one?

We already have.

The skull, Ana.

You felt it, didn't you?

It's the only thing strong enough to contain your father's

Ana, we're having a meeting?

Um, that skull is in San Francisco.

Thank me later.

Damn it, Yen.

Hey, you don't have to call a car.

I can drive us to the airport.

Us?

Well, I'm gonna, I'm gonna come with you.

That's gonna be a no for me.

Look, I know you're pissed, right? But this is, this is your thing.

The whole "we need to be on the same page" deal.

I meant us. As in you and me.

Not the whole J-V squad in there.

Okay, well, I'm not surprised you'd pick on Hastings and Gabriella.

But you can't call 'Taker J-V. That man is definitely Varsity.

You didn't see it last night,

the thing that he's turned into.

He would shred them like paper dolls.

That's what you're afraid of.

I'm not afraid of anything.

Not anymore.

Well, I am.

And if Dad comes back for you, I'm going to be there.

Besides, I love me some San Francisco.

- It is foodie heaven. - That's impossible.

People don't just come back from the dead.

The irony of the whole Jesus thing is lost on you, isn't it?

You can't just contain someone's soul.

Well, my experience would beg to differ.

Yours would too, Louise.

I'll speak to my own experience, thank you.

Forget the fact whether or not it's possible to capture someone's soul,

it's immoral.

I can't argue with her there.

Their father isn't like, like other demons,

hopping from person to person.

No. He is a monster!

And his soul, if he ever had one, is dead.

The only thing left is pure evil.

If what you're saying is true,

then what does that say about his children.

Calm down, now. Calm down.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

He's still a little squirrelly.

Did you follow me here?

If I'm gonna do business with someone,

I'm gonna do my homework.

Business?

Come on.

There's something you need to see.

Growing up, I never pegged you for an art buff.

You could barely even draw stick figures.

Well, you don't have to make it to sell it, genius.

And I deal in antiquities.

So, ancient stick figures.

Are you always so insufferable?

No. Just when I'm with you.

Chris?

Like, how, how much is this worth?

Like, 20, 30 grand?

$2.3 million.

Seriously?

Who buys this stuff?

It's the same idiots who send cars into space for fun.

Yen!

What?

- What is it? - Yen's not here.

And the alarm wasn't set when we entered.

Holy shit.

It's gone.

- What? - The skull. It's gone.

We need to find Yen.

That coin you used.

Did it... exorcise him?

It wasn't a coin. It was a talisman.

It's, made from the remains of a Keeper demon.

The Keeper demon.

You mentioned that back at the house.

Rare bunch.

They, rebelled against their own kind.

Now, that talisman bought us,

maybe an hour if we're lucky.

Then... what are we doing here?

Coming.

Finn.

So they finally let the jack out the box?

Their mistake.

- What're you doing here? - I need a room.

Second floor. With a view.

Folks upstairs clear her?

They don't need to.

She's with me.

Self-park or valet?

Valet.

I take it this is not a regular hotel.

Get the straps.

Do you know him?

What did you see?

Robbery... of some kind. I couldn't make it out.

Luckily, you don't have to.

Okay, well,

Yen had to do something.

We've got a ton of expensive artifacts in there.

You're not trying to justify what we just saw.

Why would he take the skull?

- Why did he kill that guy? We have to call the police, Ana.

While we get wrapped up in a murder investigation,

there's an unstoppable monster out there,

growing more powerful by the moment.

Are you hearing yourself?

We need to stay on track.

That man is a murder victim. Do you feel nothing?

He was disgusting, just like his brother.

So you did know him.

Only by reputation.

Now, you can help me clean up

or you can leave, but you can't lecture.

You're talking about disposing of a body.

Then leave. I'm fine on my own. I always have been.

All right.

Come on.

It's been smooth today.

Relatively.

Even she's been quiet.

Was she sedated for blood work?

No.

And I swear, she didn't look like that this morning.

She's deteriorating.

Vitamin D levels are lower than ever.

Get the chair.

And notify the outer guard.

We've getting her some air.

Unit 3 to Dispatch

brain activity. There's some agitation.

- Who are all these people? - They've been marked.

Possessed.

Step aside. Watch out.

Father Crow.

This way.

This place is run by a group called The Blood.

For centuries, they've been

fighting and... keeping track of different things

that move in and out of this world.

The most dangerous ones,

we find a way to contain.

You're treating demons with drugs.

We put them in comas.

Over the years,

we found that the best way to deal with these people

is to keep them safe and asleep

so they won't suffer.

It also strands the monster inside them.

This is the most humane way to deal with them.

And you're a member of this group?

Yes.

I am.

How long do you keep them like this?

Forever.

You've gotten stronger.

Survival of the fittest.

That you are.

Toughest I ever met.

You ever talk to anyone about it?

About what?

About what happened on the road with him.

Memory lane is a dead end for me.

What we're doing here, I can't help, but notice

that you don't seem phased by it at all.

More cleaning. Less talking.

The sooner we finish, the sooner you get back to Mommy Dearest.

You can't feel the sun

or the air.

How is this affecting you?

Memory is a powerful thing.

I can remember the sun warming my skin

or how a cool breeze would give me goosebumps.

The thought of it

calms me.

And

when was the last time you felt that?

A long... long time.

I was with someone,

in love, you know.

We were eating strawberries by the lake,

playing with the children.

Daimon and Ana?

No.

Those are her children,

not mine.

My babies

were adorable.

Dutiful.

They used to hug my legs,

fall asleep on my breast,

bring me things to play with.

I adored them.

Until they were taken from me.

Who took them?

Some memories are too painful.

I prefer to think of the sun.

Something is different about you today.

They say death's a release.

And it is.

But there is... nothing in the world

like being alive.

Who... or

what, in the world are you?

My name is Kthara.

And I am just like you, Louise.

A woman betrayed by all she held dear.

A crate won't hide the smell.

Hah, there used to be a big cooler here,

you know, the wheelie kind?

For all the camping that you do?

Yeah. Something like that.

What.

There's someone here.

I thought you locked the door?

You were so busy blabbering about something.

I'll go and check it out.

You can't go out there.

Yeah. Obviously.

Can I help you, officer?

Who the hell are you?

Ooh, that's a very layered question.

Um, took me years to figure that out.

How about I start with my name? I'm Daimon.

Cut the bullshit.

Where's Chris?

Chris Yen?

Yeah.

I'm his boyfriend.

Guess he didn't mention that part, did he?

Starting to make sense, though.

All the late nights he's been spending here.

No.

I... you've, I think you've got the, the wrong idea.

Bet.

Chris is... not my type.

And he's not here.

Then where is he?

You couldn't have picked anywhere else?

I don't know,

a day spa,

a gourmet cheese shop.

What kind of operation is this?

You're calling him in at all hours of the night. Weekends, too.

He's never home. Never gets to relax.

Never answers his damn phone.

- Derrick... - No.

Look, you've known Chris for a long time, and I get that,

but that doesn't give you the right to treat him like shit.

You know what, you're right.

I'm sorry.

I know this must be really hard for you.

This is a really fickle business,

but I do take full responsibility for everything, so.

About damn time.

So... where is he?

I sent him on a last minute appraisal overseas.

These rare Mongolian coins.

Bottom line, he didn't want to go,

but I did not give him an option.

And he told me to tell you,

and I forgot, so I'm sorry about that.

He'll be home soon.

Is that blood?

Damn it.

You nicked me.

Yeah, my brother and I were just moving an old weapon,

a 15th century Swiss halberd,

and he dropped it.

You clumsy dork.

Yeah, must've caught my sleeve. I didn't even realize.

Thanks.

You should get a bandage on that. Go wash it out.

This kinda stuff needs to stop, Ana.

If not,

you can tell Chris I'm gone.

Your bullshit is flawless.

It's scary.

That guy's a pushover.

Time for Yen to upgrade.

So what kind of job does Yen do for you, exactly?

Isn't it obvious, Sherlock?

We, buy and sell rare artifacts.

At all hours of the night?

Yep. We're really dedicated.

To the business of selling artifacts.

And appraising them, yeah.

Why are you being so annoying?

You seem defensive.

Well, Yen's my partner,

and, what we do is none of your business.

It is when I'm helping cover up a murder he committed.

- But you're not helping. You're just nagging.

What would you have done if Derrick hadn't believed you about the blood?

I know that you're lying to me, Ana.

About Yen,

about the body, about what you've been doing,

and I know it has nothing to do with the art business.

So why the third degree, then, if you already know?

Because I want to hear you say it.

You sure about that?

Yes.

What are you and Yen doing?

He helps me kill people.

Happy?

Does Esther know what you're doing?

You do realize I don't answer to Esther.

Or you.

Esther said this place, how it runs is my call.

Until it's not.

Hey.

Florence Williams. Age 34.

She had friends. Nice-looking parents.

And in room thirteen, Edward Thompson. He had great-grandchildren

I read the files.

These people have lives. Families.

Families who think they're dead. Who've already mourned.

But Daimon can save them.

You know what happens when Daimon "saves" them?

Sure, they go back to their families.

But that demon, that thing inside, is set free.

No, it's exorcised.

No, it goes back to where it came from

it connects with its friends, it plots, it gets stronger,

and it comes back to kill.

Putting people in comas is not the answer.

You're treating symptoms, not fighting the disease.

Just what do you think Daimon's doing?

That's no cure, either.

I'm gonna go check on Father Crow.

This asshole helped his brother hunt and murder women.

They were brutal.

And they had enough money that

they could buy their way out of it if they ever got caught.

I'm careful.

I do my research.

I make sure every person I take out deserves it.

Don't make that face.

I'm just trying to understand.

Well, I just explained it to you.

You're not correcting an injustice.

With that mindset, the beneficiaries.

Gonna stop you right there, professor.

This is not one of your lectures.

Yeah, I know.

I know that. I just...

I don't want it to be true, that you're capable of killing someone.

Of course I'm capable.

So are you.

So is everybody, given the right circumstances.

It is different for us.

With our bloodline, what we are, and what you've been through.

Call it what you want, but this isn't for anyone else but you.

You get something from this.

A sense of satisfaction, a rush of adrenaline, I.

You think I'm like him.

I didn't say that.

It's different.

I hunt people like him.

I kill people like him.

And with that logic, you give someone else the right to hunt you.

Let them try.

No.

No.

That is... not okay!

You can do your creepy ass shit,

but dead spiders are... not okay.

That's not okay.

That is not okay.

That's not okay.

Please.

You've done so well today.

We don't want to sedate you.

I won't go back in there.

This isn't a negotiation.

What did you change?

Nothing's changed.

Was it your friend?

The one I tried to kill?

No!

You've done something!

I won't go back in there.

You can't make me,

you conniving bitch!

Stop this.

Tell me what's wrong.

You wish to bargain?

Fine.

Take it away and I'll take away that cancer I gave you.

How's that for a bargain?

Get her in there.

No. No!

No!

What are you doing?

God.

Ana, please talk to me.

I don't take... pleasure

from this,

just pain.

That's what these things give off.

So I take it in,

and I use it

to put a stop to the people who spread that kind of pain.

What kind of person would I be if I didn't?

I thought that all of his things were gone.

They're not his.

The box was a gift from Mom, actually.

For little girl things like... earrings and toys.

But... I started using it

for Dad's presents

that he would give me when he came home from,

from his business trips.

Of course, I had no idea what they were.

I just thought it was his weird way of

showing me that he loved me.

Giving me things like

a bracelet, necklace, a watch.

Mom hated it.

She hated everything about it.

And because I was a little kid,

I thought that meant that she hated me.

She didn't.

I know.

When you and I went back to clean the house out after all those years,

I found the box in the basement.

She never got rid of it.

No matter how much she hated it

or what it stood for, she was too... crazy,

too weak,

to throw away all... the horrible shit that monster gave her little girl.

Did you ever think to try and find the

families and return

return their items?

You think anyone wants to find out their loved one

was murdered by a serial killer?

I'll bury the box with him when I kill him.

I think we should up the dosage.

Yes, doctor.

Help me!

Please!

Lord, please.

Please!

I know how this looks,

and I'm not happy with it, either.

- You could stop this now. - No, I can't!

And neither can you.

Look, you seem like a good person.

But if you don't have the stomach for this,

you still have a choice.

- So do you. - No.

My family's been part of this for seven generations.

It's in me.

There's no running from it.

And believe me, I have tried.

Does Dr. Hastings know about this place?

So, how do you,

you know, get rid of it? Normally.

I don't. That's Yen's thing.

So what do we do?

Dump him in the Bay, I suppose.

That's too risky.

You don't have to come along. I got it.

I think there might be another way.

You're making great progress.

- I'll see you next week, all right? - Dr. Hastings,

may I have a word?

Thank you.

What is it, Gabby?

How much do you know about The Blood?

What did Henry tell you?

Did you know about the hotels?

All the people they keep in comas?

He took you there?

- Why didn't you tell me? - Gabby,

there are things which are simply out of our control.

The Blood are ancient. They have their own methods, their own ways,

and they have nothing to do with us.

Why are you defending them?

I'm not.

I absolutely do not agree with.

You know I have to report this.

The Vatican needs to know.

What makes you think they don't?

- The Church... - Is an institution.

And like any institution, it has a lot of moving parts

and a lot of flaws.

Which is one of the many reasons we parted ways.

That's it?

You've just written it all off as "the institution"?

Did none of those lessons ever mean anything?

Of course they did.

They had this saying

when I was a novitiate:

Our faith is.

Our strength.

That much is still true.

I just put my faith in people now.

We can't just stand here and let those people die.

If we save them,

that demon comes back and hurts someone else, right?

But if we don't

and everyone else is safer

for a little while.

Question is, at what cost?

What do you think is the answer?

This isn't simple, Gabby.

We save who we can, how we can.

The Blood have their way,

and you and I have ours.

We can disagree on methodology,

but at the end of the day,

there's only one enemy.

Remember that.

Ana, what're you doing, I drove.

I'm going back to my hotel.

So where do you think Yen went?

I don't know.

It's really not like him.

You sure you don't want to stay at my place?

I'm just saying because I-I thought the last few days have been

eventful and... might not be a bad idea.

I felt like we'd do all right for ourselves... together.

Thanks,

but I have had enough Kombucha for a lifetime.

Yeah. That's fair.

Easy there, Traitor.

I come in peace.

No need to fight while there's donuts.

I hear these are the best you can get in Portland.

Magoth?

Surprised I'm back?

Just a little sooner than I expected.

What's the hurry? You got a kegger tonight?

Have you spoken with your sister recently?

I'll take that as a yes.

She told you the truth, didn't she?

About what she does.

What do you want?

We would like to make a deal.

He only needs one of you, so

let us take Ana off your hands.

I presume you're talking about my father.

Care to tell me what he needs one of us for?

Not really, no.

Then you're no use to me.

So after I send you back to where you came from,

again,

you're gonna tell him from me that if he wants something,

he can come and get it himself instead of sending random assholes

to my house in the middle of the night.

Give us Ana

and we'll spare your mother.

An innocent victim in all of this,

wouldn't you agree?

You could free her?

Your sister for your mother.

Do we have a deal?

Not so fun being crushed, is it?

Thank you.

So that's what you do.

I'm kind of impressed.

How did you know to come back?

My hotel room wasn't available,

so I just thought I would

save a few bucks.

Says the lady in $3,000 shoes.

While I take care of the kid, can you just help me clean up a little, please?

I'm not cleaning shit else today.