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Demeter is most
certainly my wife.

Oof!

- Why are you here, Ofnir?
- Well, for you.

Not for my money?

As you know, Judge
Trakes appointed me.

Ms. Wells' conservator.

That guy Hutchinson,

what a charlatan he is.

If you want proof of the

"stringing him up
by the balls" variety,

I'm gonna need
access to his computer.

Shit. I'm alive.

Sweeney's dead
and it's my fault.

They're cremating the remains.

Hey! You're not going north
by any chance, are you?

Some whack-job
berserker named Johan

blew up the biker bar
while your dad was inside.

We're checking him
into a hospital now.

It's a nuthouse.

It's about fucking time.

Bilquis fucked me up.

I need her to unfuck

whatever it is
that she did to me.

She's in Hoboken!

We can't risk her

becoming an intelligence
asset to someone else.

I am not alone.

In the summer of 1893,

on the shores of Lake Michigan,

the United States took its
place on the global stage.

Not through war, but through
technological innovation.

The World's Columbian Exposition

also introduced
the Ferris Wheel,

the moving sidewalk,
Juicy Fruit gum,

and Crackerjacks.

All things seemed possible

as technology leapt
into the modern age.

The future looked
brighter than ever.

And, in its shadow,
hucksters, con men,

and grifters plied
their craft as they had

since the dawn of civilization.

A three-headed serpent,

smuggled from the darkest
corners of the Orient...

Have your tickets ready!

Yes! Yes!

Right this way,
ladies and gentlemen.

The next performance
begins in five minutes!

The mystic arts tempt

even the stoutest of hearts.

Magic can be mastered only

by those with steadfast courage

and unassailable integrity.

But in the hands
of a true master,

the laws of physics

and of nature come unbound.

I've seen this one.

Your handkerchief is inside.

Charming boy.

No, no, no, wait.

The show is not over.

There are still
mysteries... to reveal.

You're guaranteed to be amazed

by this new
technological marvel!

It's guaranteed to
render steam power

completely obsolete.

Step right up!

Write something else!

Um, at this stage,

my Automaton is only capable
of writing a single message.

There are over
7,000 moving parts,

each working
together to create...

Thank you.

Um, what you have
just witnessed is um,

a symbol of
potential actualized,

through... Thank you.

Thank you for coming!

Nice show.

Obliged. Mister...?

Maximillian the Magnificent,

Master of all
Prestige and Wonder,

at your service.

Can I buy you a drink?

Thank you.

I'm a Son of Temperance.

Ohio Chapter.

I sympathize entirely.

An entertainer must
retain his mental acuities.

I am not an entertainer.

Yeah

I'm a student of
the technological

and mechanical arts.

I... I would be in
the Machinery Hall,

not out here, if I hadn't
misplaced my application.

Maybe, maybe not.

The way I see it,

this fancy machine of yours,

it's a... one-trick pony.

A... A fine trick, sure, but...

It's a little high for its nut.

This is the first of its kind.

In the future,
machines just like this

will perform all of
our menial tasks.

It... This, this is the
precursor to change.

It's... it's incredible.

Yeah, um... Maybe, maybe.

But people... People have
to buy what you're selling.

No one's running home

to rave about a glorified clock.

Not when you're competing
with the greatest exhibitions

the world has ever seen.

What this lacks is dazzle.

How much did you invest?

My... My life savings.

Well, redesigning it
to perform other tasks

would take months.

I... I would have to shut
down for the rest of the fair.

"Redesign"?

Kid, all you need's a spark

to ignite their imagination.

Turn this auto-mathingy of yours

into a real lally-cooler.

Even the great Edison

claimed he'd
invented the light bulb

before he actually did it.

Like all innovators,

he understood
sometimes you gotta fake it

till you make it.

Check mate.

Make way, ladies and gentlemen.

Sir, step aside.

Behold the secrets
of the future!

He's a fraud!

It's a hoax!

Now, now!

Now, now, ladies and gentlemen!

If you really want
honest entertainment,

please just step
right ahead next door.

The Magnificent Maximillian's

miracles of magic

must be seen to be believed!

Welcome to Chicago, pally.

Heh... Yeah.

They made you a demon.

The men who gazed upon you,

who named you,

who told your story for you.

You did what you
had to do to survive.

But... the last
follower you took

did he give you what you need?

Sanders?

No.

His emptiness only
added to my own.

Turn that shit off.

Time for a little Q&A.

Truth or dare?

They would have you
believe that this building

is owned by an
Indonesian telecom start-up.

The giveaway is
the "renditioney" vibe

the place gives off.

Yeah, right.

A start-up and not
an electric car in sight?

Please.

All right, Bieber,
do your thing.

My "thing"?

Yeah, your thing.

The high-tech... bullshit.

The hack-the-alarms
and kill the surveillance.

Okay, Mensa.

You think that if I could do
any of that bullshit right now,

that I would need you?

I told you...

Because of what that fucking

witch-priestess did to me,

I am not operating at 100%.

Which means

we gotta do things old school.

Fuck, man.

Is this shit even gonna work if
she's catatonic or... whatever?

Spy surfing always works.

You are a giver

of life.

You are a giver.

What good is it to know
my truth if I cannot be free?

I am trapped in
here like an animal.

That is why we have come.

Yeah.

Fire power, motherfucker.

Nope.

Bill Sanders.

Where did you take him?

You're the last person he saw.

So you must know where he is.

You are a giver

of life.

You are a giver... of life.

Mo Fale Balen...

You are a giver

of life.

Your eyes are clear.

But you can't see the truth yet.

Sister, remember
all you have learned.

Know who has your head.

I do.

Then let the earth
and water support you,

as they always have.

You have had this
power all along.

You can reclaim it now.

With the power of the we.

- Sister.
- Your eyes are clear.

Know who has your head.

But you can't see the truth yet.

May the optimism of tomorrow

be your foundation for today.

And if we must wait for
the amazing salvation,

may your temporary forever
feel much less than a day,

and I is we, and we is power,

and we are powerless if we just
become nothing but you and they.

May peace be in your hearts and

may Orishas lead your way.

Lead the way.

Let the water return
you to your beginning.

What... in the actual fuck?

No.

Are you here to rescue
me, Shadow Moon?

I-I...

Actually, no...

It took two days in prison

to realize I'd been locked away

for thousands of years.

I'd come to believe that what

others believed of me was me.

That I was... the exotic fantasy

in the minds of others.

But how does something
like that even happen?

They create an identity

and image for us
that serves them.

They teach us to see
ourselves through a veil.

And now that the
veil's been lifted?

I see it all, for
what it truly is.

I see myself as I am.

I had lost that.

What the future holds
is up to us to decide.

Yeah.

Yeah, I-I've been

thinking about things
differently lately.

Tear down the veil, Shadow.

Use all your strength.
But do it. Do it now.

Already started.

There's no going back now.

No.

Not ever.

What made you
want to come find me?

You were in trouble.

Very heroic.

I sense a deeper motivation.

Something from your past?

I don't know.

Unfinished business?

Laura, maybe.

Trying to save
herself from herself.

My mom.

There was nothing I could do

nothing to do, just...

Just watch her waste away.

She was in so much pain.

And now it is time for
you to heal your own.

Look, isn't this just the point

where you make some
mysterious prediction

about my destiny or...

Your destiny is
not for me to know.

A word of advice.

The journey to
spiritual awakening

is better with French fries.

Hello?

Hey. It's me.

Mike.

I know.

What's up?

I just.

I was just checking
in. You know. I'm...

How's... There's been
any news on Alison?

I had breakfast with her mother.

It was heartbreaking.

That must have been rough.

- What can you say?
- Nothing.

There's not a damn
thing you can say

to make it any better.

Anyway.

When are you back?

I'm gonna be away
a little bit longer

than I expected.

I-I gotta make a stop
and see my father.

That's a good
reason for a detour.

Well... You don't
know my father.

Um, he's in the hospital.

It's nothing
serious, he's just...

He's your dad.

Don't worry.

I'll keep an eye on
your mail for you.

Have a safe trip.

I'm glad you called.

See you in a few days.

You may have

to remind me of the rules.

It's been a while.

What are you doing here, Ofnir?

I mean, we both know
there are easier ways

to make a buck.

It's not always
about money, darling.

Please.

Truth is, I'm exhausted.

My recent brush with death

and long haul of the campaign,

I mean, it wearies the soul.

Well, you don't look exhausted.

Besides, war mongering
always invigorates you.

I'm just taking a leaf out
of your book, you know,

taking a step back from life,

a little respite to
recharge the batteries.

In a place like this with
rules and restrictions?

Where you're not in charge?

As they say, with age
comes a little wisdom.

And I'm-I'm seeing the benefits
of going along to get along.

You won't last a week here.

Do I detect a wager?

I last a week,

you give me... one night.

To do what exactly?

To find out what's in my heart.

What a terrifying prospect.

Well, you might be surprised.

If at the end of it, you still want
to stay in this genteel hellhole,

then so be it.

I'll take that bet.

"Ibis, Jacquel and Salim.

Funeral Emporium."

I am not training you
in the mortuary arts.

I have no interest
in learning them.

This sort, at least.

Muslims do not desecrate
the dead as you are doing.

The deceased are washed

and then wrapped
in a burial shroud.

I am familiar with
Islamic funerary traditions.

Where in "Cay-roh", Cairo,
can you buy burial shrouds?

Salim, I will not
aid and abet you,

hiding out here from the
emotional pain of love lost.

I am proposing a
business opportunity

- if you will hear me out.
- The Jinn is not coming back.

Bath products for the dead.

Market demand unmet
equals profit potential.

Salim, you will not move past

this admittedly traumatic
episode in your life

by cocooning yourself away.
And we are not an emporium.

We provide services.
We do not sell goods.

Not yet.

But a thoughtfully
curated boutique

offering a tasteful
array of products

for the deceased as well as
those they leave behind is...

Wow.

I thought Purgatory
was depressing.

Where the fuck is Wednesday?

You blew up a bar
in order to get yourself

committed to a
mental institution.

Easy, easy, easy.

As I've been trying to tell you

for the last 20 minutes,

this was a minor dispute

between persons unknown

and a berserker who
evidently went berserk.

Point is, here I am.

- Whoa!
- Cordelia already filled me in.

And your little plan
to free Demeter, is it,

from this place whilst
I can only assume,

also freeing her
from her fortune.

Well, if there are
monetary gains to be added

to our noble
endeavour, so be it.

We also have all
the proof we need

of this elder abuse scam
on Hutchinson's computer,

as no doubt Cordelia's told you?

He's holding half
this place hostage.

Yeah, I'm sensing an ask here.

Well, I'm gonna ask you to
do a number on him, absolutely.

A Number 37 to be exact.

And Cordelia will assist you.

Yeah, for some
inexplicable reason,

she gives a damn about you.

Well, of course she
does; She's my protege.

And she will assist you in this.

You will do all the
heavy lifting, of course.

I'm not going to be
doing a Number 37

or any other game.

Shadow, this is not
an ask, it's a must.

Demeter must be freed.

Then do it yourself

because I am not
going back to jail.

She was my wife.

I mean, I could
always get Czernobog.

But then things'll get messy.

They always do with him.

But with all these
delicate souls at risk here?

And one who shines
brighter than the rest.

Demeter.

Meet my son, Shadow Moon.

Wha...

Well, you should
have told me, Ofnir.

Lovely to meet you, Shadow.

- You too.
- Hank.

Must be massage time?

37?

Pupil response normal.

How are you alive? Again?

Voodoo, baby.

I dunno, I guess
Baron Samedi's Gris-Gris

did the trick somehow.

The final ingredient...

"Le vrai sang de I'amour."

That is why you took
Mad Sweeney's body.

For his blood.

What? No. I took
his corpse to Samedi

so that he could bring
him back from the dead.

I see. So Sweeney
was resurrected first?

No, because Samedi crapped out.

So I gave Sweeney the coin.

So, you sacrificed yourself

and he used his
blood to bring you back.

Blood, if logic dictates,
infused with love.

Look, it's fuckin'
voodoo, man, okay?

Nobody knows
how that shit works.

Then I am out of theories
as to how you are alive.

Well, the point
is that I am alive.

And I really need
to find Wednesday.

But first I'm gonna
get something to eat

'cause I am fucking starving.

You kind of forget about
being hungry when you're dead.

Okay, then, give
it to me straight.

Should I be looking
for a new job?

As a general lifestyle choice

and bid for sanity,
abso-fucking-lutely.

- How bad is he?
- Wednesday?

He's perfectly fine.

This whole insanity
act, it's, it's a con.

Once he's swindled his
ex out of all her money,

you two'll be back on the road

doing whatever
it is that you do.

Look, I don't know
your pops all that well,

but I actually think
this might be for real.

When he went to
visit her the first time,

his hands were
practically shaking.

The dude was all,
like, "Do I look okay?"

Bought a new suit,

had to show up
with fresh calla lilies.

I'm talking prom-night nervous.

Who knew there was actually
a beating heart in there?

It was his blood that
brought you back, wasn't it?

There's no other explanation.

So is Sweeney alive?

I, um.

I don't know where the
Jinn is or why he left.

I'll probably spend
the rest of my life

wondering if we
ever had real love.

But every beat of your heart

is proof that you were
truly loved by someone.

You are very fortunate.

Yeah, I mean, he's
dead and I'm not.

But why or how it
happened that way

it doesn't really
matter, does it?

It's just postponing
the inevitable anyway.

Hey, can I give you some advice?

Yeah, of course.

You gotta quit moping around

being all sad about something

that you can't do
jack shit about.

What should I do instead?

Go back to selling trinkets?

I don't know, dude.

Learn to play the flute.

Or get a full-body tattoo.

Take up sky diving!
It doesn't matter!

Seriously, it doesn't matter.

Do you know what happens
when you die? Nothin'.

Really, absolutely
fuckin' nothing.

And even once you've been
dead for a hundred million years,

you still haven't even
begun to be dead.

That's not at all how I
thought things would be.

Mr. Ibis was right.

I am hiding here.

Well...

Why don't you come with me and
help me track down Wednesday?

And do what?

- Kill him.
- What?

Yeah, I'm gonna kill him.

He fucked up my whole life,

and he's the reason
that Sweeney's dead.

And you know that he's
got his hooks in the Jinn.

I... Yes, definitely,

but... I'm not someone
who believes in murder.

Okay, well, just come
along for the ride then.

Really, I could use the company.

I might need your
help finding a car too.

Here. Take mine.

Either you are very generous

or you really want me to leave.

Yes.

Thank you.

Can you tell us
where Wednesday is?

I'd only be guessing as to
Wednesday's whereabouts.

But I do know someone

who might have
a pretty good idea.

Okay, I love the old-school vibe

of this whole Number-37 thing,

so not throwing shade here,

but we need a little
insurance policy.

How so?

We get Hutchinson's laptop,

we prove he's dirty, we
can free Demeter, right?

I got thrown out of Hunter
without getting a degree,

but I made this.

The product of three years
of computer engineering.

Nothing on the market clones
data as fast or discreetly.

Hook it up to his laptop
and everything in it is ours.

Wednesday wants to crowdfund it.

Anyway, it'll give us a copy
of everything, just in case.

I mean, that's very cool,

but let's remember the mission's

not to steal a computer,
but to free Demeter.

Which Hutchinson will
do because we ask him to?

That, my friend, is exactly
how Number 37 works.

Okay.

Sorry, I can't stay
for closing remarks.

Need to get home
to see the wife.

But let's, let's stay in touch.

Okay.

I'm sorry for staring,
but... your tie.

You must be a member
of Skull and Bones.

If I was, I wouldn't exactly

be allowed to discuss
it now, would I?

My father was in
Skull and Bones.

He couldn't discuss it either.

Cheers.

My briefcase!

Did anyone see
a black briefcase?

Shit, mate, that was yours?

Literally just seen a
guy peelin' outta here

with a leather briefcase
like a second ago.

Jesus.

Everything was in that case.

My computer, my files.

I reckon they work in
pairs, the crafty fuckers.

That woman.

I-I should alert,
hotel security.

No, I wouldn't bother, mate.

You know, they're only
gonna call the coppers anyway.

You're better off just
calling the police yourself.

Shit, my phone
was in that briefcase.

Right.

You know what? Just take mine.

It's a company phone,
only works in the States,

and I'm popping on a
flight home tonight anyway.

- Really?
- Yeah, go on.

Just, mail it back to this
address once you're done.

Police services,
state your emergency.

I've been robbed!

Someone took my briefcase.

It happened less
than two minutes ago.

Try to stay calm, sir.

What is your current location?

Main lobby, the
Boston Clipper hotel.

Understood. We're dispatching
a detective to that location.

Please remain where you are.

Is this a number where
we can reach you?

Yes. Yes, this number.

I'll wait here.
But please hurry!

FYI, Hutchinson
has a hundred grand

in a housekeeping
account in the Caymans.

Good to know.

Hello, yes?

This is what you're gonna do.

So listen carefully.

You're gonna
release Caroline Wells

and her money today,

or everything on your
laptop goes public.

- You're the ones.
- Yeah, we got it.

And we know there is
a whole ton of other shit

on that hard drive that
you really don't want

anyone to know about.

What assurance do I have
that you won't use it anyway?

Free Caroline Wells

and we'll tell you where
to find your briefcase,

and everything in it.

Okay, wait.

Yes, I can do it.

But... the paperwork
and the courts,

it'll take at least two days

to process it all.

Well, then I suggest you
get moving, Mr. Hutchinson.

Because if by day three,
Ms. Wells is not free

and in charge of
her own money...

It-it'll happen. I promise.

- Good.
- Caymans.

And one other thing.

We want you to
transfer a hundred grand

to the account number
we're sending you right now.

We know you have it,
so don't waste our time.

Son of a...

The money.

Caroline Wells. Get it done.

Fuck!

What?

You died.

And?

Where did you go?

This time?

For lack of a better
word, Purgatory.

So, no 72 virgins?

Not a one.

It's not where I was.

I noticed you're not praying.

I mean, now that I actually
have the need to pee,

we haven't stopped
once, let alone five times.

Are we not on speaking terms
with The Most High these days?

Is the constant atheist
worried that I've lost my faith?

Well, you've just
always been very devout.

If I was truly following
the tenets of Islam,

I couldn't come
on this trip with you.

To be alone with a
woman is forbidden.

Well, I promise to
keep it in my pants.

But you're not really
answering my question.

What do you care?

I don't. But you do.

Or at least you used to.

To be honest.

I'm at a point where.

I don't know who to pray to.

Or for what.

Two days and she's out.

And you still doubt me?

Every fucking day.

But, I will admit,

this one was kind of fun.

Doing a Number 37?
How can you not have fun?

Don't worry about the two days.

I need them to
convince her to leave.

She doesn't want to leave.

Yet, my boy.

She doesn't want to leave yet.

A touch of the
Stockholm Syndrome.

She simply needs reminding

of how much she
has to offer the world?

It's an esteem issue.

Well, she was your wife.

What the hell has that
got to do with anything?

Wives come and go.

- What?
- You don't get yourself locked up

in a mental institution for
people who just "come and go".

She's also a goddess.

I want her to be on the
winning side of history, okay?

Tell yourself whatever you want.

I did my bit.

And beautifully you did it too.

Now, I'll take it from here.

The real work begins now, okay?

What?

Whatever you're
actually after here,

I hope it's worth it.

Shadow Moon.

- Hey.
- Hah!

Let me have a good look at you?

Yes.

You're a lot like him?

Yeah

I'm, I'm not sure
that's a good thing.

Well.

Being with your father

was like opening a
bottle of champagne.

Bang. Bubbles.

Complete intoxication.

But time

takes its toll.

But Ofnir and I endured
so much together, didn't we?

Yes.

But the pain of loss can cause

even the heart of a god

to grow smaller and colder.

Until the only
thing that remains

is a memory of what
could have been.

It was good to see you again.

You too.

I told you,

and I told Chad,

and you did exactly nothing.

Don't we all need
to do a little better job

of listening to each other?

Don't you start, Ann-Marie.

I'm right about this.

You know I'm right.

Yo, yo, my G.
How you livin', bro?

I'm good.

- Thanks, Derek, you?
- I'm here, baby.

Yo, yo, yo.

This shit is gettin' real.

I know, right?

Welcome back, Mike.

Hey, thanks.

This place is snarkier
than usual tonight.

Pot pie is the
special of the day,

and they say there's
more snow on the way.

Hey, what's the, what's
the deal with this?

Three more break-ins
since Alison went missing,

some sicko is stealing
ladies' unmentionables,

and folks are starting to think

it's all the same person.

Okay. You?

I'm from Missouri on that one.

Miss, your order is on its way,

but around here, we
are known for our pasties.

First one is always
on the house.

Eat it while it's
still warm, hon.

For tomorrow we may die.

Hey, stranger.