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What are you doing?

Stop.

You are...

hurting us.

Burn in hell.

No...

What are you doing Yosille?

You know what happens when I don't feed.

This isn't real.

Don't you want to see your wife again?

No more.

I will never feed you again.

Very well.

Stay in your circle, Yosille.

There are always others.

Wait.

You promise?

A life...

for your wife.

I'm coming Aida.

Forgive me God.

Hey...

Means a lot that you came.

Claire, you can say it.

What?

"Art may love you, but you ,

you will never be family."

He said that.

Yeah he said a lot of crazy shit.

This time will be different.

He's loosened the Yarmulke .

Trust me, he's changed.

I hope so.

Just don't forget,

you're carrying his only grandkid.

It'd be a bad idea to piss you off.

Hmm, that's right.

Just give the old man a chance.

I'm here, aren't I?

Yes you are.

Alright.

Welcome home, Art.

All the holy books and scriptures

does not always prepares us

for tragedies such as this.

Chazal teaches us,

that in the beginning God spoke.

and with these holy letters

created the Universe.

From the blade of grass to the burning stars

that shine above us,

all made of his holy letters

spoken at the beginning of time.

A man of heavenly perspective

restores the letters of creation.

But in times of tragedy

who can say that...

How did you grow up like this?

It was a laugh a minute.

Ah, I'm so sorry

I didn't mean to um...

Great start.

Yeah, very good.

Don't take it to heart.

Death can bring out the worst in people.

Welcome home, son.

It's good to see you dad.

God, did I miss you.

And you-- the famous Claire. Britain's finest.

It's fine.

Oh!

We're family, right?

So, um...

Come and see your room.

Mmm! Oh my God.

Good, no?

Good? This is delicious!

Did you make this?

I've never had a dumpling that's--

No, no, no not dumpling.

- Kreplach. - Ah,kreplach.

That's very good!

So, um, tell me.

Boy? Girl?

Ah, it's a girl.

Ah!

Perhaps she can learn to write like her mother.

You read my articles?

I did a little digging.

Oh, it's just light editorial work.

She's being modest.

Claire's a great writer.

On her way to writing a cookbook for the ages.

And she likes my kreplach ?

Y'know

Food connects the body to the soul so they say.

That's lovely.

Hmm?

Uh hmm.

I'm just gonna uh...

Excuse me.

I should've gone to your wedding.

When you see the world a certain way,

it's not easy to accept change.

I'm sorry.

-It's alright. -No.

No, it's not.

Well,

We're here now.

Yeah.

Did you show them the contract?

What contract? Until your Dad signs

his house cannot be used as collateral.

Just, uh-- tell them his lawyer's looking over

the finer details as we speak. We're closing soon.

Soon is not gonna cut it.

I know Claire's invitro nearly wiped you out

but the bank doesn't give a shit.

How long have I got?

Without your dad's house on the line,

you've got no leverage.

At this point, Art,

if you don't get his signature by the end of the week,

rest assured, the bank will take your home.

Oh, and this, this is our backyard.

No.

You would be amazed at the size of the lemons we grow.

That's beautiful. That's just beautiful.

You know, my father, alav ha-shalom,

always used to say, "the home, is the heart."

Open home, open heart.

You're gonna have a very lucky kid.

I should probably move that.

What happened to her?

What can I say, her name was Sarah Scheindal.

We prayed, we hoped, we... searched.

And eventually we found her.

Yeah, it was terrible. Just terrible.

You don't need to know. That's enough of all this.

Sorry, I was just um--

Well your wife has just been showing me pictures.

Such a home. My son, the real estate machor .

To new beginnings, hmm?

L'chaim.

- L'chaim. - L'chaim.

To life.

To life.

Oh! That must be Heimish.

No rest for the wicked!

Did the schmuck arrive?

It's open! It's open!

Even the dead are impatient.

Now...

You wanna do a mitzvah ?

Well look who it is, huh?

The prodigal son returns.

How you doin', boychik ?

Good to see you, Heimish.

I heard you piped a shiksa .

Don't worry, we'll convert her.

Heimish. Behave.

So, Reb'' Arthur, what brings you to Brooklyn?

You miss my kugel ?

Call my wife a shiksa again,

I'll cock you in the mouth.

What? You come to make peace before the baby's born?

That's very wise.

Look at you, the great business machor

helping us with the grunt work.

Such humility, Arthur.

You're an idiot.

You smell that?

It smells like chazer .

You got a problem with my diet?

I wasn't talking about your diet, boychik .

Something wrong?

Nothing at all. Right Arthur?

Nothing.

Just like old times.

Oi...

What happened?

Nebach .

Sruli ruled it a suicide.

You knew him?

Yosille Fishbein. Brilliant scholar.

After his wife died, became a recluse.

Last I heard, he got lost in the esoteric.

Desperate to contact the wife on the other side.

It was only a few months ago,

that we did the funeral for her.

He tried everything to save her life.

What's a man without his wife?

A good man.

Such is life.

What a riddle.

Amen.

Amen.

Sarah Scheindal's ferry is confirmed

we're all good on tomorrow.

Good.

You keep that on your head.

Some things never change.

Saul, can I have a quick word?

Go ahead. I''ll get it started.

Don''t forget tachrisim .

Ah, he knows, he knows.

Ah, he's going to mess it up.

He's not going to mess it up.

Don't mess it up.

Oh my God.

You really don't find it suspicious

that he shows up after all this time?

You should've heard him on the phone.

He really wants to start again.

It took a lot of growth to come here.

I know he's your son.

But all is not butter that comes from the cow.

You don't have the heart of a young man no more.

Don't you love him?

Yeah, of course I love him.

But I don't trust him.

Arthur, you alright?

Yeah, everything's good.

You mess it up?

I swear the farkakte wiring has a mind of its own.

You okay?

Uh hmm.

Still scared of the dark?

Boo!

Very funny--

Just a little rigor mortis.

The body's last hurrah.

Yeah, I'm starting to remember.

Why don't you check on Claire? Hmm?

What? Did I do something wrong?

No, no, no, no, no.

I'll finish up here. We can do the rest tomorrow.

Go.

Go and get some rest.

Dad, can I ask you a question?

Of course.

I...

Don't matter. Another time.

Heimish takes good care of me. You know?

Try to get along.

Oh and Art...

I'm glad you're back.

M-me too.

Yosille, Yosille...

What have you been up to?

Art?

Art?

After these words,

God asks Abraham to sacrifice his beloved son Isaac.

But we must ask,

is this a God to believe in?

a God who plays cruel mind games with his loyal servants?

Our Holy Zohar explains what most don't--

Shalom's warehouse.

Hello, Reb Chayim?

I-it's Saul.

- Saul? - Yes, I need a favor.

Sure.

I may have found something.

Ayin, koof, dales.

This is on the knife?

Yeah, this is on the knife.

Koof, dales,

and saf.

It's an ancient warding inscription.

What, you know of this?

It's a... one of God's hidden names written backwords.

It's for invoking sheidim,

and for sealing them.

Sealing them?

Yeah, often in a body, but uh...

honestly Saul, I, I wouldn't pay it too much attention.

It's an old buba maisa.

I mean, today's world,

who has the know-how to seal a demon in a body?

And what if someone did?

Alright, look.

Was there a pendant?

What ?

On the body. Was there a pendant,

an amulet of some sort, preserving a holy letter?

-No, no. -You sure?

Yes of course, just, just the blade.

So what's the drama?

No pendant, no seal.

Which means, there is no way you picked up

a body containing a demon.

But say you did.

the worst an entity like this can do,

is mess with your mind.

It's powerless whilst it's in a body.

But honestly Saul,

unless you're in the business of burning bodies...

I wouldn't worry about it.

Worse things have happened to the Jews, Saul.

OK?

Have a good Shabbos .

Have a good Shabbos .

Alright, bye.

Ah!

Look who it is!

What are you up to?

Oh, just a little morning read.

You haven't seen Art?

Woke up early, offered to help.

Really?

Yeah, I don't know what you've done with him.

Who knew?

Hungry?

Starving.

God.

Sarah Scheindal.

I hope they find this sick meshugenah.

Oh, come on Saul.

You're driving yourself crazy.

Hello?

Yes?

Art, it's Jake Bennett. How are we holding?

Art's busy right now, can I take a message? I'm his assistant.

Look, just let him know that we met his terms,

but the bank was clear. He won't be getting a loan

unless we have his father's place as collateral.

We need him to sign the contracttonight or this deal goes away.

I'll be sure to tell him.

Oh!

Claire?

Look at you.

Every Friday night,

the men sing to their wives and...

and tell them that beauty is just a passing breath.

But their kindness, their humanity,

that is what every soul truly desires.

We're a very misunderstood people.

It's the burden of investing so much

in internal meaning, it's...

it's hard for outsiders to see.

Y'know...

comforting others didn't really,

prepare me for my own grief.

I...

I should have...

spoken to Art more, maybe shouted less, I don't know.

Sometimes,

reflection comes too late.

Hmm?

Are you alright?

Can I ask you something, Saul?

Yeah, of course. Anything.

Er...

Do souls ever call out to you for,

for help?

The dead are just like the living, Claire.

They still need love.

You know what your son is up to Saul?

Heimish!

He things you're a piece of toast to butter up.

Go ahead, tell him!

-Tell him! -Tell me what?

All this, it's a game Saul!

It's a game.

He's a ganav .

-What did you-- -A thief.

That is not--

They're selling this whole place from under you--

What? What you talking about--

They didn't come here to reconcile Saul.

They came here to use you!

That is not, that is not true. Dad--

He's committed your property to some goyishe land developer--

That is not true!

I'm sorry but th-that is outrageous.

That is not the case, ok Dad?

-Yes it is! -I can explain--

You knew about this?

-What was that? -It doesn't matter.

-Can you just-- -We're leaving.

Can you just talk to me?

Claire, can we do this later?

No, we can't!

Everything's gonna be fine, okay?

Art, I want the truth.

I haven't been able to sell a house in two years.

It's okay, I talked to the bank, refinanced the house--

You refinanced the house?

You told me that you had everything under control.

I-I left my job. I didn't have to do that. You told me,

that everything was okay.

And then here I am, choosing colours for the baby's room

and picking furniture when we're on the verge --

We're not on the verge--

You know, you were lying to me for two years.

We're supposed to be a family. We're having a baby.

What was your plan, Art?

Huh?

I mean, what were you thinking?

Did you see his face downstairs?

Let me tell you about downstairs.

That God, love and holiness. That's a lie.

I watched my mother rot in that room,

and when I needed him, you know what he told me to do?

He told me to go away to synagogue and pray.

So I prayed.

I prayed and I prayed, "God don't take her.

God have mercy. God don't hurt her!"

I cried so much to God,

there were no more words left on the page.

You need to go down there and talk to him

and make this right.

If we leave now, you'll always regret it.

I didn't come here to butter him up

Okay? I-

I wasn't going to sell the house from under him.

I just needed to find the right moment to ask him face to face.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Arthur?

Hello?

Ah!

Ah!

Dad?

What's going on?

Dad?

What did...

Hum.. What happened?

What happened?

His heart...

gave up.

No.

You broke it.

Would you all just mind um...

Could you g-- just give me a minute?

Oh she's so sad. So sad.

I didn't know he was sick.

Saul, he wasn't a complainer.

Oh.

His heart was ailing him for a while or--

Not today Chayim, please.

Oh look at them!

Oh, of course. Here they are again.

I don't know how they get their energy,

you know? So fast.

Of course! So, you know...

What do you want?

HELP ME!

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Art?

Art?

Art, there's something really...

really weird happening.

Art, are you listening to me?

There's something really...

Something really, really wrong.

Art?

Art?

Talk to me.

Hey?

Hey?

What's going on?

I need to sleep.

What's wrong?

Hey.

I think I'm going crazy.

Ok.

Let's go home, Arthur.

It's okay.

This a joke? Art...

It's not like you're asking us

to lug a sofa out of the garage.

What is this?

Where's Heimish?

Look, you still got the admission pages.

Body was due to ship out two days ago.

It's a suicide! We need a police report.

What?

You know, where's Heimish?

He doesn't work here anymore.

You still have the telephone?

Let's just say I deleted his number.

Well, look...

Unless you can transfer custody to a next of kin.

You're going to have to wait for police clearance.

A next of kin?

Arthur, if I were you,

put your broigus aside.

Just call Heimish.

Yeah, you too.

Hello?

Summoning attempt?

I don't know what's real anymore.

Days...

inside nightmares.

Inside dreams. Somewhere, in there,

I know I made,

a terrible mistake.

It's a trickster.

A shapeshifter.

An ancient predator.

A taker of children.

A--

Abyzou.

God!

This is the home of Saul, no?

I'm sorry, we're no longer in business.

But you and I,

we are still very much in business.

In your basement, you have someone very dear to me.

I am sorry. Who are you?

Aida Fishbein.

And you,

you're the one who has my husband.

My name is Yosille Fishbein,

and I have finally found the cure for death.

Last night after months of research by fire and ink,

I finally conjured Martiel.

The archangel of life.

Here is the interface between Heaven and Earth.

Today, we bring back my beloved Aida from Heaven.

Do you hear that?

The Archangel wants us to begin.

Your prayers can bring back my beloved Aida.

Go ahead Sarah.

It's working.

It tickles.

Something's wrong.

No.

Sarah?

What are you?

Art, I've been trying to get hold of you.

Th-there's someone here.

Art?

She says,

she's the wife of the man downstairs.

Claire?

Must we wait?

My sweet husband.

I just take to see his face.

Please.

Please?

Don't worry.

What a sweet time.

Shouldn't be much longer for you.

What?

The baby. Shouldn't be much longer.

I can tell with these things.

This one.

How do you know that?

It's written right there on the wall.

My hands... won't you?

Uh, maybe we should wait.

For what? A drawer? Please!

You know this man.

Don't you?

Why Yosille?

He should have listened.

What have you done to me?

Not me, your dream.

You've been infected.

Soon, your child will join countless others.

The many lost souls, calling out for help.

Only you can stop this curse.

Before it's too late.

The pendant?

Burn it!

From this, do we suffer.

From this, will you suffer?

Hurry! Burn it!

Come on, please.

Oh God!

No!

Claire?

- Art? - Closer.

Art?

Closer!

Claire?

What are you doing Arthur?

Sarah?

Where's my wife?

Oh Claire, Claire, Claire!

Please, Claire!

Claire wake, please. What did you do?

W-what did you do?

-Okay, okay-- -Art, something's wrong.

Okay, we're, we're getting outta here.

A life, for a life.

Art, something's wrong!

Something's wrong.

Shall we make a deal?

No more pain.

No more fear.

You want me to get you a child.

No.

Shut up!

Please don't hang up.

Show me the tape.

- Get out!

Sarah!

What are you?

This, this thing...

it's in the house?

I think so.

It has my wife.

What do I do?

I know a Kabbalist .

Heimish.

Arthur.

What is that thing?

A sigil.

An altar, a sacrificial altar to those who enter it.

Did you feed it?

What?

Did your wife go in this sigil?

Uh...

I don't know.

Where is Yosille's body?

It's been freed.

It's vessel's been shattered.

What is this thing?

Bringer of miscarriages.

Taker of children.

I must finish, what Yosille started!

Where's the rest of it?

-I-- -Where's the rest of it?

Since before the era of concealment,

Abyzou has been inflicting misery and miscarriage

forcing the bereaved and the desperate to feed it.

Until God intervened,

and called upon Abraham to...

sacrifice his son.

Forever binding Abyzou.

Until Yosille brought it back.

It'll make you see things.

Feel things that aren't real.

Whatever it takes to get what it wants.

A child inside that sigil.

But with this pendant, we can bind it,

and our prayers will force it inside.

Only we determine how much good,

and evil enter our realm.

So how do I kill it?

There is no kill.

You trap it.

How?

Like Yosille did.

And this would save my wife?

And my baby?

We have no time.

Chayim, there must be something else we can do.

There must be another way.

There's no other way.

You must complete the entirety of the binding ritual.

Once I finish the ash circle, do not stop.

Stay in the circle!

Do it quickly.

I'm going as fast as I can.

we don't know what this thing c--

Heimish.

Why don't you hear me?

God, please!

Dad?

Art... Arthur?

H-how did you?

Do what it wants.

I was a fool.

D-don't leave me, don't leave me, please!

Save your wife!

What are you doing?

Hey! Arthur!

-Arthur! -I saw my father.

No, no, no!

Whatever you saw, that wasn't your father.

This.

Hold it.

This was your father.

Okay?

Finish the circle.

Stay in it.

Heimish!

Heimish!

No!

Heimish!

Art?

Art.

Claire.

Claire!

-Help. -Claire!

Art!

Art!

Claire!

Art!

Art, please!

Art!

Art!

Please, help me!

Amen.

Art!

No!

Heimish.

Heimish.

Do it!

I can't do it!

I can't!

-Please! -Arthur, I can't do this

Do it!

Do it!

You should've stayed in the circle.

Art!

Claire.

Thank God, are you ok?

-Yeah, are you ok? -Yeah!

-Is the baby ok? -Yeah.

Good.

Claire?

♪ Can you hear the tears of loved ones lost? ♪

♪ Ghosts with shattered hearts remain ♪

♪ Hear the souls who weep and mourn their past ♪

♪ Desperate to undo the stain ♪

♪ Reunite our souls, burst through the haze ♪

♪ Untwist the maze ♪

♪ Please ease this pain ♪

♪ Spirits roam ♪

♪ in endless night ♪

♪ Searching for a distant light ♪

♪ Sinners now concealed from sight ♪

♪ Cling to hope with all their fight ♪

♪ Hear the souls who weep, so far away ♪

♪ May their prayers be heard, I pray ♪

♪ Hear the souls who weep, whose tears reach out ♪

♪ From the darkest edge of day ♪

♪ Reunite our souls, burst through the haze ♪

♪ Untwist the maze ♪

♪ Please ease the way ♪

♪ Please hear the souls who weep♪