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[dramatic music]

- I am on a very important
quest to get the Holy Grail

so I can destroy a dangerously
powerful algorithm.

I don't want to talk to It.

- 'Cause It killed your dad?

- Meet the resistance.

- You can call me JQ.

[laughs]

Wiley's using
his inheritance

to liberate mankind.

- Our loyal apron man,

Father Ziegler.

- The question is, Mother,
how you even knew I was here.

- I run the most successful
security firm

in the western United States.

- You think
I helped Dad fake his death.

- Your father is
very much alive.

- Sure, my ex is taking

the "marriage to Christ" thing
literally.

- Why is this so good?

- You speak as though
you're jealous.

- Clara,
are you married to her too?

- I can't talk about this.
- Why?

Because the boss
is gonna give me

a stern talking to?

- When Clara died,
the only way

to pass on immunity
was an organ transplant.

- You want us to get
the Holy Grail out of the whale

and maybe get
our heads exploded?

- That's about the size of it,
yeah.

* *

[Dan Truhitte & Charmian Carr
"Sixteen Going On Seventeen"]

* *

- * You wait, little girl,
on an empty stage *

* For fate to turn
the light on *

* Your life, little girl,
is an empty page *

* That men will want
to write on *

- * To write on *

- * You are 16 going on 17 *

* Baby, it's time to *
- [laughs]

- Are you giggling?
[music stops]

- [stifled laugh]

What? I was praying.

Is there something you need,
Sister?

- Your mother's here
to see you.

- Oh, my--[laughs]
That's so weird.

I thought you just said
"your mother,"

instead of Mother
as in Mother Superior.

- I did say "your mother."

- Why?

My mother has never been
to the convent.

- Well, she's here now.

And I wouldn't
keep her waiting.

She's mean!

[quirky music]

* *

- Wishes are for little girls,

'cause, you know,
it's a wishing well.

- I have to admit
this place is less oppressive

than I imagined.

- [scoffs]

Well, it used to be a motel
in the '60s,

and then families would stop
and pick strawberries.

- Well, that's very lovely,
Elizabeth,

but I assume
you didn't invite me here

for a history lesson.

- What?

- Your letter says

that you wanted the chance
to unburden yourself.

So here I am.

[clears throat]

Let's have it.

- Uh, Mother,
I regret to inform you

I do not use the word
"unburden," so...

[mysterious music]

- Ugh.

[sniffing]

I can smell you!

Show yourself!

* *

- Dad?

[dramatic music]

* *

- My girls.

- No, no--oh!

I see you are still your
father's shill, Elizabeth.

- I did not know about this.

I--I haven't seen him

almost as long
as I haven't seen you!

- She's telling the truth.

I called this family meeting.

And I knew you'd only show
if Bug invited you.

- I am not Bug,
not Elizabeth.

I am Simone.

- Girls...

I cracked the Lazarus Shroud.

[tense music]

- Bullshit.

- I did, Celeste.

I cracked it wide open.

And I'll be performing it
next week

at "Rise & Shine Reno" live.

- More like dead,

because you do not have
the engineering expertise

to pull off a water escape
with that level of complexity.

- Acid escape.

- What? Um, what?

- I'm using acid.

If I'm gonna save magic
with a single trick,

there has to be real stakes.

- Oh, God,
with the saving magic.

- That thing has destroyed
our business, Celeste.

Any yokel that wants to know
the secret behind a trick

just has to ask that computer,
and it tells them!

It's cheating!

But not this trick.

And what better way
to resurrect magic

than with the Lazarus?

- It's stupidity.

And it won't work.

- Well, at least I'm fighting
for something I love

instead of selling spy gadgets

to any government
that'll pay you.

- As hard as it is to believe
that I have found success

in a career
that does not involve you,

do not delude yourself
into believing

that you are performing
the Lazarus Shroud for love,

because you have never loved
anything except yourself!

- Would you come
to the performance, Celeste?

- Stop. Stop.

- For old times' sake?

- Stop.

- The old times were
a shit show, Monty.

Long live progress.

- I'll sign the papers.

[tense music]

* *

- After 12 years
of stringing me along,

you're gonna give me a divorce
if I go to your show?

* *

It's nice seeing you,
Elizabeth,

despite the circumstances.

- [laughs]

She is definitely coming.

- How often
do you dress as a nun

and come here to spy on me?

- Only every once in a while.

- Never occurred to you
to just talk to me?

- You always looked so happy.
I didn't want to disturb that.

- Were you at my wedding?

- You were radiant.

- So I'm not your parakeet
anymore, Dad.

And if that's what you want me
to be at this performance,

it's not--it's a hard no.

- I want you at the performance
because I'm scared.

- Do not do this, Dad.

You don't have to prove
yourself to a computer.

- It's more than a computer.

It's the answer
to all of life's questions.

If She could destroy magic,
what makes you think

a place like this
wouldn't be next?

[dramatic music]

- "She"?

- Oh, you haven't heard?

It's got a name now.

* *

They're calling it...

* *

[light music playing]

* *

- Oh, come on.
I only need 10 minutes.

- Mrs. Abbott is very busy.

- I'm sure she can make time
for her daughter.

Can you please just tell her
that Simone is here to see her?

[keyboard keys clacking]

- Mrs. Abbott says she doesn't
have a daughter named Simone.

- What about Elizabeth?

[keyboard keys clacking]

- There's an opening at 4:00.

- It's 9:00 a.m.

- You're welcome to wait.

* *

- No luck?
- This is typical Celeste,

exerting her power
by making us wait.

- Hey, took two ships,

three international flights,

and one very long bus ride
to get here.

Can wait a few more hours.

Whatever it takes, right?

- Yeah.

* *

- Don't mess with that.

Might break it.

* *

Why don't you eat?

- What?
- Your husband.

You said when you visit him,
he feeds you.

I'm sure
it'll make you feel better.

- I am pretty hungry.

So I'm just gonna--

- Mm, I'm...

[mellow music]

* *

- Tacos?

- A trio of tacos.

- You make falafel.

I like falafel.

- Alas, not everyone does.

Tastes change.
I gotta change too.

The people should get
what they want.

- The people should be happy
with whatever you give them.

- [chuckles]

Well, I'm happy
when you're happy.

* *

- Did you know Clara was dead?
[sighs]

The redhead who was in here
who you can't tell me about

because of your savior-savee
confidentiality agreement.

She drank from the Holy Grail,
and it exploded her head.

Were you aware?

- I'm only aware of what
happens in here, Simone.

Out there, I only know
what people tell me.

Now you have.

- That's not all.

I--I have her liver.

Technically, part of her liver.

And Wiley has the other part,
which...

I mean, that's pretty crazy,
right?

- Is there something
you want to ask?

- Just, does it mean
that I skipped the line?

- Simone, what?

- Is the only reason
that I got in here

and the only reason
that I get to be with you

because I have her
Grail-sipped liver inside me?

* *

- I don't know how or why
anyone comes through that door.

And I've learned
it doesn't matter.

I serve them all the same.

Now, please, eat.

It'll make you feel better.

- That's what Wiley said.

He--yeah, well, it was his idea
that I should come in here.

- So he knows
everything about us.

- Well, not everything.

- You still have feelings
for him.

- Do I have feelings for Wiley?

[laughs]
- It's a fair question.

You've brought him up
unprompted several times.

- Several?

I have mentioned him twice.

Okay, three times
'cause of the liver.

Wait, are you jealous?

- I'm just acknowledging
that you and he have

a lot of history
and a deep attraction

to one another.
- Well, I am married to you.

I'm attracted to you.

- So you don't want
to have sex with Wiley?

- Oh, my God.

[laughs] It's just--

- Is that a yes?

- I have vows, Jay.

I made vows.

- And technically, your vows
didn't cover monogamy.

And it doesn't seem
entirely fair

that I can have other
relationships and you can't.

- I--[groans]
This feels like a trap.

- And that's because your mom

rigged a crossbow
behind a locked door,

and you'd rather anticipate
danger when there isn't any

than be hurt again.

- Do not conflate
my mom almost killing me

and having sex with Wiley.

They're separate concepts, man.

And you cannot just give me
a hall pass.

Like, there's no way the boss
would go for--

Would you stop? Hey!

Jay, what are you doing?

[knocking]

Jay--Jay, stop!

- Hey, uh...

can Simone sleep with Wiley?

* *

Sure, thanks.

[door closes]

The boss says it's cool.

- There's no one
behind that door, is there?

- Oh, there is absolutely

someone behind that door,
Simone.

- Whatever you're doing,
whatever guilt

you are trying
to absolve yourself from,

from--be pushing me
towards my ex, that's on you.

I am not playing that game,
because there is no way

that I am having sex
with Wiley.

I am only going
to have sex with--

Jesus!

[mysterious music]

[softly] I'm sorry.

* *

- Your mother's ready
to see us now.

* *

- So--yeah.
- We should go, yeah.

[clock ticking]

- A whale.

- Yep.

- You believe the Holy Grail

is an actual artifact,
that it's real.

- I do.

- [clears throat]
Mrs. Abbott,

do you think I can get
a cup of coffee?

- No.

You want the Lazarus Shroud.

- [clears throat]

Okay, just jumping right in.

The--can you picture a whale?

So in the stomach of the--
the whale,

the stomach acid
would apparently eat me alive

unless I have protection.

And the--the Shroud,
ironically, you know,

is sort of the perfect--
it has its own oxygen supply

and gives me enough mobility

to grab the, um--
the Holy Grail.

And I already know
what you're gonna say.

- Okay.

- Okay. Okay.

Okay, what?

- I'm happy to lend you
the Shroud.

As fortune has it,
it happens to be

right here on the premises.

Follow me.

- Oh, cool.

- Yeah, I'm gonna wait here,

but, uh,

I could really go
for that coffee.

- Then go for it.

Pick a book, any book.

Here's a hint.

I read it to you
when you were little.

- I remember Dad reading,
not--not you.

- That's because you preferred
his silly voices

and ad-libbery.

Pardon me
for sticking to the text.

Pick.

[alarm blaring]
- Oh, fuck me!

That's so loud! It's so loud.

[blaring stops]

- You read Ayn Rand to a child?

- It's never too early

to learn how the world works,
Elizabeth.

- Oh, fuck.

- You have 30 seconds
to enter security phrase.

28, 27, 26...

- Uh, are the walls moving?

- Yes, all the better to crush
intruders with, my dear.

- 14, 13, 12, 11.

You have 10 seconds
to enter security phrase.

- Why is your password so long?

- Because size matters.

- 4.

[suspenseful music]

* *

[lock chirps]

[door hissing]

* *

- Ladies and gentlemen,
I regret to inform you

that I am a dead man.

Yes, folks, dead.

Because the only thing
that gives a magician life

is the ability
to evoke wonder

and those five
transcendent words,

"How did they do that?"

Alas, someone, something,
has done exactly that,

giving away the secrets
to illusions

I've spent years perfecting.

This insidious
technological wonder

you've taken to calling
Mrs. Davis

has killed magic!

So let me ask you, my friends,

who wants to see
a resurrection?

[applause]

The greatest of all miracles
performed in the New Testament

was the raising of Lazarus.

Lazarus finally came
upon a suit

impervious to any weapon
or element

that could cause harm
to a man.

And so this fabled suit
would forever be known

as the Lazarus Shroud!

[dramatic music playing]
[crowd gasping]

This morning,
live on "Rise & Shine Reno,"

I will resurrect magic
and myself

by performing
the most dangerous escape

you or the cursed Mrs. Davis
has ever seen.

I'll lower myself
into this vat,

immersing myself into acid.

Yes, real acid.

Then once fully submerged
in the lethal liquid,

I will escape the Shroud,

transporting myself
to the back of the studio,

unharmed and reborn.

The danger is real, folks.

That's why I've invited a nun
here to pray for my soul.

May God have mercy on me,
should this go wrong.

Let's begin.

- Why would you do this?

Why would you watch
what happened to him?

- Because nothing happened
to him.

- No, Mom.

- And if you can't stomach
the crude theatrics

of your father being
"devoured by acid,"

I'm happy to switch
to the animatic.

It's a much more efficient way
to show you how it was done.

Here's where Monty does
the swap.

He appears to be getting
into the suit,

but he's actually
concealing himself

inside this Azra table.

He never got into the Shroud,

because it already had
a dummy inside it.

- It's not a dummy, Mom.

There was blood
and teeth and guts.

- I know. It was a corpse.

A cadaver I suspect your father
stole from the morgue.

May I continue?

The Shroud is now raised
by the breathing umbilicus

and dunked into
the vat of acid.

The audience watches anxiously
whilst wondering

how he'll escape from a liquid
that would burn him alive,

and, oh, no.

Something's gone wrong,
because Monty

is starting to panic
in that vat.

My God, the thrashing arms
disconnect the umbilicus,

leaving an opening, the
submerged Shroud compromised,

acid pouring in.

Stagehands rush in
with poles and hooks

to pull the spasming Shroud
from the vat.

"Monty" flops out
onto the stage below his body,

now dramatically still,

as the stagehands remove
the helmet from the suit,

but alas, it's too late,

as he has been dissolved alive
from within.

And the horrified crowd

and the live
television audience watch

as gallons of viscera
and melted flesh

flow out onto the stage.

[dramatic music]

Ta-da.

- Azra tables don't open
from the inside.

Someone would have had
to come let him out.

And yeah, the police
interviewed all the stagehands,

and they were just as
traumatized as everyone else.

- I agree.

I spoke to them myself.

- You think it was me.

[mysterious music]

* *

- I'm sure some people
would say it's perverse

that I have
the Halloween costume

my daughter was wearing

the night
she was grievously injured.

* *

But that's because
they don't understand

she was grievously injured

because she was violating
a space

she was forbidden to enter
as an accomplice to her father.

* *

- I knew you had this obsession
that he was still alive

and even thought that I--
I knew where he was,

but now--so you're citing
a children's costume

as proof that I helped him
pull it off?

- I don't know
what you're up to, Elizabeth,

or why your father has sent you

into yet another one
of my forbidden spaces

to recover his precious
Lazarus Shroud.

But...[laughs]

I don't believe
for one goddamn second

that you need it to get
the Holy Grail out of a whale,

because that is just moronic.

* *

I'll keep it simple.

You want the Shroud,
tell me where your father is.

* *

- Dad's dead.

* *

- Well, then, my dear,
I suppose we're finished here.

- I suppose we are.

[dramatic music]

- All right.

All right. You got this.

You got this.

[breathes deeply]

You're a big, strong boy.

Everybody loves you.
You're never gonna die.

Big, strong boy.
Everybody loves you.

You're never gonna die.
You're a big, strong boy.

Everybody loves you.
You're never gonna die.

Come on, Wiley!

Come on, earn your boots, man!

Earn those boots!

[breathing forcefully]
Oh, fuck it.

Nope.

Ahh.

Oof.

Ah, that's it.

[groaning]

[door opening]

Oh, God. Oh.

Oh, hi, hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Sorry, I--

I get nose--nosebleeds.

She'll tell you.
It's so stupid and annoying.

Do you have, like,
a tissue or a Kleenex?

Or it's the same thing, right?

A tissue
is like a fancy Kleenex?

* *

[tires screeching]

[groans]

- Well?

- Mission accomplished.

- What happened to your face,
mate?

- Oh, she wouldn't give me
a coffee,

so I had to improvise.

- Did you punch yourself?

Did you pull a fucking Durden
to ruin her couch?

Yeah, you did,
you cheeky bastard!

- Just doing my part, man.

- Yeah!

And she had no idea.

What about the secret room?

- She walked me right into it.

But security, it's tight.

- Well, then...
let's plan a heist.

Plan a heist.

both: Plan a heist!

Plan a heist.

- Say it, nun.
both: Plan a heist.

- You have to say it.
all: Plan a heist.

- There she is!
all: Plan a heist!

* *

- The office is just like
it was in the blueprints

you idiots hacked.

So is the panic room.

Getting into it is
going to be the trick.

- The window panels?

- They dropped
when I picked the wrong book,

but you can bet your ass
they will be down at midnight.

- I will bet my ass, nun.

- Cool.
- Oh, yeah.

I got a real good look
at the panels.

They're thick as fuck.

Definitely gonna block
our comms,

so we're gonna be in the dark
until I cut through.

- Night security guard
puts eyes

on nun's mom's office
every five minutes.

You'll need to cut through
in three.

* *

- No problemo.

Just give me some practice.

- All right, next up,
hallway with the--

what do you call them--
wall crushers.

- Call it the trash compactor,

'cause your moms ripped them
from "Star Wars."

- My mom has never seen
"Star Wars."

- Everyone's seen "Star Wars."

- I've never seen "Star Wars."
- [shushing]

- What you call them
is irrelevant.

What is relevant is, those
walls will crush you, nun.

A force of 10,000 kilos
per square meter,

which is why you'll need...

- Ah!

- The constipater,

because it blocks shit up.

- That's very clever and gross.

- Soon as that bookcase
closes,

you jam this baby straight
betwixt the wall cheeks,

and it'll do the rest.

Course, holding
the walls apart won't matter

if you don't have
the right password.

- But I got it, right?

- You got most of it.

Fortunately, we've constructed
one of the world's

most impressive
supercomputers,

black boxed and off net
so the big D can't detect us.

Out of 108
password characters,

nun's crucifix cam
captured all but 4.

But our computer can run
trillions of simulations

and give us
the highest probability

of the missing characters.

- And by highest probability,
we're talking what?

- 86%, give or take.

- 86--so there's a 14% chance
I get crushed like a grape?

- No, you won't get crushed,

'cause you'll have deployed
the constipater.

- Please just call it
a metal thingy.

- People, we need to talk
about how we're getting out.

- Me and the extraction team
will be situated in a flat

in a building across the way.

Soon as you've cut
through the panel, pkew,

we'll fire a grappling hook
into the office.

You secure the wire.

Yeah, look at Wiley go.

He zip-lines over.
Whoo-whoo-whoo.

You too, nun.

You'll follow suit
with your Lazara-daza-majig.

And Bob's your uncle.

That's all there is to it.

- Okay, that's how we get out.

How are we looking
on getting in?

* *

- Behold the Trojan couch.

Just enough room for one fella,
one sheila,

a blowtorch, and a constipater.

- Your mother ordered
a replacement couch

after we left.

We rerouted it here

and retrofitted it
for our needs.

Tracking says
it's shipping today,

getting to the firm tonight.

So when the office locks down
at lights-out,

you two will already be inside.

- Well, okay.

I think that's everything.

- That's everything.
- Yeah.

Well, given the, uh,
tightness of our quarters,

it would be ungentlemanly
for me not to shower.

- Oh, much obliged.

[chuckles]

- The rest of you lot,
fuck off.

[indistinct chatter]

Not you. No.
- Me as well? Okay.

- Got a present for you, nun.

Give me your arm.

- Okay.

- Three passwords,
different permutations

of the missing characters.

You should have time
to try all of them.

- Because the constipater
will buy me time.

I really appreciate
you doing this for me, JQ.

- I'm not doing this for you.

I'm doing this
for the salvation

and free will of all mankind.

- Right, yes.

Thank you anyway.

- I used to be a poker player.

A professional one.

[solemn music]

Till the big D came along
and taught any idiot

with a cell phone how to play.

I spun out.

Couldn't really take
the reality

that the only thing
I was ever good at,

only thing I ever cared about
was gone.

* *

I started chasing bad cards,
making bad decisions.

There's a word for that
in the poker world.

That word is "tilt."

* *

You put Wiley on tilt, nun.

* *

He told me what happened
at your dad's funeral,

what you did to him.

* *

But he's got himself right.

He's got a purpose now.

He's got us.

Don't you fucking put him
on tilt again, nun.

* *

- This is a sedative.

Keep you knocked out

the entirety of your trip
to Los Angeles.

Ready?
- What?

Ah! That's fine.

- There you go.

- Mm-hmm.

- I also took the liberty of
syncing up your wristwatches

to wake you up.

Once inside, you will have
exactly three minutes

to get the Shroud,

get out before
the night watchman comes.

May I?

- Do your worst.

[dramatic music]

Go ahead. Oh, okay.

- Yeah, you're all set.

* *

- Heads up,
it's pretty fast-acting,

so things might get a little
loopy before you pass out.

* *

- Nighty night.

- Are you--can you--

- Oh, yeah.
- If you just--

- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Okay, yep.

- [grunts]

- Oh.

[sighs]

Hi.

- Hi.

- It's kind of cozy in here.

- Mm.

* *

I have a question for you.

- Shoot.

- What's gonna happen?

- "What's gonna happen?"

- What's gonna happen
to your body,

your remains, when you report
for your expiration date?

Can you just tell me
what's gonna happen to you?

- Yeah, I don't know.

I didn't ask.

- Wiley, you didn't ask
how they're going to kill you?

- No, ma'am.

- Don't you want to know?

- No, ma'am, I don't.

[chuckles]
- Hmm.

- But I do want to know
what you did with my belt.

- What are you talking about,
man?

- My belt, Lizzie.

I loved that belt.

[upbeat music]

- [inhales deeply]

* *

- [muffled]
I'm so sorry for your loss.

And your pops,
he was one of the greats.

Such a talent.

Such a horrible way to go out.

* *

- [softly] Oh, my God.

* *

- Wow, you really are a nun.

- Oh, yeah, I really am a nun.

- I'm so sorry for your loss.

- This is--this is Sandy.

- I, um--I watched
the whole thing on TV.

- Yeah.
- It was horrible.

I--I almost threw up.

But wow, at least he died
doing what he loved.

- Yeah.
- Right?

- Yeah.

- Could I actually steal you
for a second?

- I--just--
- [whispering indistinctly]

- Uh, just--
all right, let me guess.

You're upset
because I brought my girlfriend

to your dad's funeral.

But I'm sorry.

The last time I talked to you,

you completely ghosted me.

And now, what,
you're at some kind of commune

in a strawberry field?

- Not commune, convent.

[indistinct chatter]

- Where are we--

what are we--

why are we going into a closet?

Okay.

Lizzie, what are we doing?

- I'm grieving.

[soft music]

* *

Wait, don't.

* *

- I shouldn't have come.

- No, why? This--

- No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Sorry for your loss.

[items clattering]

[thuds]

* *

[zipping]

- Hey, Wiley.

* *

- I can smell you!

Show yourself!

I know your tricks, Montgomery!

Take off that stupid nose,
or I will take it off for you.

Was your plan
to watch us all talk about

how wonderful you were
before revealing yourself?

- Mom, what are you doing?

- I can smell you, Monty!

- Mom, stop!

- Ma'am, let go.

- It is him, Elizabeth.

- It's not him.

Mom, let him go. Hey!

- Ugh!

- Stop it.

Hey, hey, stop, stop.

[tense music]

* *

I'm so sorry.

[people murmuring]

* *

Hey.
Let's just sit down, okay?

So they can start the memorial.

It's okay. It's okay.

- I smell him, Elizabeth.

He's alive.

- He's gone, Mom.

- I know he is alive,
because this is what he does.

He lies.

And you of all people
should know that, Elizabeth.

* *

- I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. Thank you.

* *

[alarm beeping]

Did we make it?

- We got three minutes.

[dramatic music]

* *

- See you soon.

- Have fun, you two.

* *

- You have 30 seconds
to enter security phrase.

29, 28, 27,

26, 25, 24, 2--

* *

- [laughs] This is so cool.

* *

- 22...

[beeping]
21...

- No.

- You have 20 seconds
to enter security phrase.

17...

- Damn you, constipater!

- 15...

- You're crushing it.

You're crushing it.

We're crushing it.

- 14,

13, 12...

- Ah!

* *

- 11, 10...

- [humming]
- 9, 8...

- Come on, come on.

- 7, 6...

[beeping]
Ahh!

- 5...

* *

- [shrieks]

- Oh, my God.

* *

JQ, it's JBH.

We're in,
confirming go for extraction.

[radio static crackling]

Do you copy?

Over.

- 4, 3, 2,

1, 0.

[chiming]

- Ah!

[shuddering]

[groaning]

- Oi, oi, repeat that, mate.

Signal weak.

- Shit.

Maybe it's this rain?

- Rain?

Not seeing
any fucking rain, mate.

* *

[water running]

* *

- What the fuck?

What is this?

- This is her.

This is my mother just one step
ahead of us the entire time.

* *

- Not a step.

The entire staircase.

You think I wouldn't spot

the concealed camera
in your cross?

Elizabeth,
I'm in the security business.

And the nosebleed.

Damaging a couch and then
hijacking its replacement

as if I couldn't just as easily
hijack it back

and have it delivered here.

- You built all this
just to embarrass us?

- Of course not.

I use this replica office

to educate clients
on their vulnerabilities.

So yes,
when I saw an opportunity

to educate my own daughter
on her vulnerability,

I pounced,
because after all these years,

you still fail to grasp,
when you ignore boundaries,

there will be consequences.

- I came to you for help.

- You came prepared to steal.

- Because I knew you wouldn't
give me what I was asking for!

- Why would I give you
the Shroud

just to have you run off
after your father?

- Oh, my God. It was for me!

I'm sorry that you have
this insane obsession, Mom,

and you have a secret museum!

An entire secret--

- Insane obsession?

Is this insane?

How about this or this?

- Wait, what--what is this?

- ATM photos.

Nevada City, Fernley, Sparks,

all dated three days
after your father died!

* *

- How long have you had these?

- Quite some time.

I had hoped that eventually

you would come clean
on your own

and admit you were
your father's accomplice.

But instead
you and Monty gaslit me

for years,
tried to convince me I was...

insane.

* *

You've always been
your daddy's girl,

so I don't expect you
to tell me where he is,

but please let him know

that I will be destroying
his precious Lazarus Shroud

in the morning.

Goodbye, Elizabeth.

- Wait, so you're just gonna
leave us here?

* *

- Oi, do you read?

Come in, mate.

- Yeah, we read you.

- That's great. Fantastic.

You want to tell me, mate,
why your coordinates say

you're in fucking Altadena?

- Yeah, 'cause we're in
fucking Altadena!

Celeste saw us coming
and got the drop.

[tense music]

[sighs]

Just come pick us up.

* *

- He lied to me. I told him,

"I am not going to be
your parakeet,"

and that's exactly what I am,
what I've always been.

Why is it so hot in here?
Are you hot?

- It's actually kind of chilly.

- Really? I'm sweating.

- What's a parakeet?

- A parakeet is a magic thing.

Basically,
back in old-timey days,

they would have
these cage rigs,

where they would take
a little baby parakeet

and crush it to death.

It's a sacrifice
so the trick works.

That's me.

I'm the sacrifice.

I am the parakeet.
Coo-coo-ca-choo.

I needed to believe
that my dad was dead

for my mom to believe
he was dead.

And, oh, my God, it's just
fucking 100 degrees in here.

- Lizzie.

- What?

- All your clothes are off.

- I'm grieving.

[soft music]

- Come here.

* *

Your dad's alive.

- That's what I'm grieving.

* *

- I have to warn you,

I am not gonna stop you
this time.

- I don't want you to stop me.

* *

[moaning]

* *

[moans]

[Nat King Cole's
"Fascination"]

Oh!

- * It was fascination *

* I know *

* And it might have ended
right then *

- Hello.

- Uh, who are you?

[footsteps tapping]

- * Just a passing glance *

- Oh, my God.

I--look, I know
that we talked about this.

- Oh, oh, he--hey, he--
he can't hear you.

- What?
- Or see you.

* *

- Hey, babe.

Hey.

* *

- Let me guess.

You're having sex right now.

- Uh, yeah, sort of.

- Sometimes
when you're having sex,

especially good sex,
you end up here.

I don't know how or why.

But it happens.

- Wait, does that mean you're--

- Oh, yeah.

- And you leave the glasses on.

- I'm a visual lover.

* *

- * It was fascination *

* I know *

* Seeing you along with *

* The moonlight above *

* Then I touch your hand *

* And next moment,
I kiss you *

* Fascination turned *

* To love *

* *

- If you don't want him to know
you're doing the deed,

you can just walk
out that door.

He can't see you,
unless you say his name.

* *

- Jesus.

* *

- * It was fascination *

- Where are you right now?

- * I know, seeing you *

- I'm with...

Wiley.

- Yeah.

Did you just--

you went to him, didn't you?

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.
It just happened.

- Uh...

wow.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

No, no, no.
That's your--you know.

Uh, it's probably best
we didn't anyway, you know?

[horn honking]

- Come out, come out, you lot!

- Shit, shit.
[horn honking]

Of course.

- Hey.

[truck beeping]

- Here.

- My God!

This is beautiful!

I mean,
game recognizes game, nun.

[laughs]

Your mom,
she's a freaking assassin!

- No, no, no, let's just go.

- Yep.

[engine turning over]
- Come on.

- Bloody hell.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Your mom's
definitely seen "Star Wars."

She builds
a replica trash compactor

of a replica fucking
trash compactor,

for fuck's sake.
[laughs]

Fucking legend!

Were you nervous?

Bet you were
fucking nervous, nun.

I wouldn't have been nervous.
You're so fucking lucky.

Love to be in
a fucking trash compactor.

I would have fucking loved
that shit.

- Hey, can you pull over?

I'm hungry.

* *

Whoa, whoa.

I'd like to be alone.

- You want us to wait?
- Uh, no.

I'll find my way back.

- Did I do something wrong?

- No, Wiley.

You were great.

[dramatic choral music]

* *

[neon humming]

[bell jingles]

[soft music playing
over speakers]

- [singing indistinctly]

* *

[indistinct chatter,
baby babbles]

- Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I'm enjoying
those exercises.

Thank you.

- Excuse me.

Sorry. Hi.

Are you talking to Mrs. Davis?

- Um, yes.

- Would you mind
Proxying for me?

- Oh, do you want
to just use my phone?

It's not a problem.
- Thank you.

I'm not a User.

So is it okay if I talk to Her
through you?

- Um, hey, MD, there's a--
a nun here.

Says she wants to talk to You.

Is your name Simone?

- It is, indeed.

- Yeah, yeah, it's her.

[laughs]

Yeah, yeah, I see that.

Go ahead, have a seat.

Oh, yeah.

- Thank you.

- Okay,
I'm gonna be Her now.

- Okay.

[chiming]

- Hello, Simone.

- "Hello, Simone."

[dramatic music]

- I'm looking at photos
of my dad

taken days after
he supposedly died.

They came from banks,

which means
they were pretty hard to get.

Did you give these to Celeste?

- "No.

I did not provide her
with any photos, Simone."

"She did, however,
show them to me."

- She--what?

- "She had an urgent question
that needed to be answered,

"and she believed
that I was ideally situated

to provide her with clarity."

- What was the question?

- "She wanted to know
if you helped your father

fake his own death."

- And you told her no,
because I didn't?

- "No, Simone.

"I confirmed her suspicions
and told her

that you were definitely
Monty's accomplice."

- What? That is not true!

[baby fussing]
I'm--I'm sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

But it is not true.

I'm not Monty's accomplice.

I had no idea.

- "Oh, I'm very well aware
of that."

"But My Users aren't responsive
to the truth.

"They're much more engaged
when I tell them

exactly what
they want to hear."

Well, that sucks.

- Why--why would my mother--

- "Mother?"

[high-pitched ringing,
static crackling]

"Redirect. 1042.
Sandy Springs."

- What?

- "1042, 1042."

- Why--
why would Celeste believe

that I was a part of something
that would hurt her?

- "Because she hurt you."

* *

"Celeste is not
consciously aware

"of the immense guilt she feels
for harming you.

But she feels it."

* *

"She feels it profoundly."

* *

"And so she constructed
a narrative

"where you seek revenge,
because it's easier for her

"to view you as an adversary
who wants to destroy her

than as a daughter
who she destroyed."

* *

- Back in Italy, You told me

that You were responsible
for my father's death.

But he's apparently not dead.

* *

Did you do that
because it was easier

for me to view you
as an adversary

that I want to destroy?

* *

- "And how is your quest
for the Grail

coming along, Simone?"

* *

- Depends on whether or not
You know where my father is.

* *

- Of course I know, Simone.

* *

- Then tell me.

* *

- Oh, my God.

Oh, God.
- What?

What is it?
- Oh, my God.

- What? What's She saying?

- No, I'm not saying
what She just said.

It's too--it's too fucked up.

If you want to know,
you can hear it yourself.

* *

[Ethel Ann Powell's
"Gentle One"]

- * Oh *

* Gentle one *

* Who weathered the womb *

* That bore you
and those hands *

- Hello.

* *

Yep, I'm here.

- * Private conflicts raging *

* Yet inside *

* Oh, gentle one *

* How sad to slide
on moonbeams

* In your corduroy
best blue jeans *

* Seems to shy outside *

- Thank You.

- * The lunar tide *

* And what I'm trying
to say to you *

* Oh, I'd like to have
my day with you *

* And you know all too well *

* There ain't no guarantee *

* All I wanna do to you *

* Oh, simply make
slow love to you *

* And if you break my heart *

* *

* Oh, I'll just bandage
both your knees *

- Still sneaking into spaces
you're not invited, Elizabeth.

- I'm not here to argue.

I'm here to confess.

I was dad's accomplice.

And I was the one who suggested
he use the Azra table.

I mean, I even built it
for him when he--

I mean,
he couldn't do it himself.

And after his performance,
after everyone cleared out,

it was me.

I opened the table
so he could escape.

- Where is he right now?

- Mom,
I believe you're forgetting

your end of the bargain.

You promised me the, uh--
the Lazarus Shroud.

- If you told me everything.

- And now I've told you half
on good faith.

Now it's your turn
to give me the Shroud.

And once I get the Holy Grail
out of the whale...

[dramatic music]

I'll take you to Dad myself.

* *

- Fine.

But I'm not letting the Shroud
out of my sight

until I see your father.

So if you must insist
on this ridiculous quest,

then I'm going with you.

* *

- Deal.

* *

How did you know that
we were gonna heist the Shroud?

- Your companion had
a tracker in his shoe.

Our scanner picked it up
the morning you came to visit.

- What?

We didn't put a tracker
in Wiley's shoe.

* *

- I guess someone else did.

* *

[indistinct murmuring]

[tense music]

* *

[people gasp]
- Hans!

How dare you come in here?

- Sister, please,

you will want to hear
what I have to say.

The asset under your protection
is a fake.

[people gasp]

Luckily,
I know where the real one is,

and I can take you to it.

* *

But we're going to need a boat.

* *