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- Previously on
"South of Hell"...

- Do you really think that the
Abascals are gonna protect you?

When Enos gets through
with you,

you're gonna be begging
for your death.

- We need some place
to hide out.

Just for a little bit.
- Sounds dangerous.

- I'm not afraid of Enos.

- If you knew him, you would be.

- My church, my call.

- So, we're clear,
David's mine.

- I don't mean
to cause any trouble.

- Girls like you never do.
- What's that?

- David, the Candy Man's here.

- Killing Bledsoe
is your initiation

back to the Order
of Everlasting.

- What is he talking about?

- Gracie!

- What did they do
to your beautiful body?

It's okay, Dean.

You'll always have a place
inside me.

- And what are we supposed
to do?

- You stay as far
away from her as possible

or you'll get us both killed.

- Maria!
- No!

- What is that power Grace has?

- She has a spirit
inside her you cannot imagine.

Something very dark is coming.

She may be the only hope
we have of stopping it.

- So, what do I have
to do to get you to, you know,

to go out with me?

- [chuckles]
What do you call this?

- Being neighborly.

I'm taking about
a real date, Maria.

We both get dolled up,
I take you out.

Dinner, dancing.

People still do that?

- Yeah, the old-fashioned ones.

- Those are my favorite kind.

- I like that about you.

- Where'd you go?

- Sorry. I just--

A memory. It's nothing.

The last time
I got close to a guy,

it didn't work out too well.

- Okay.
Tell me.

- Um...

Back in Memphis.

He was the only man
I ever really loved.

I lost him.

- Only a fool
would leave you.

- It wasn't like that.

[dramatic music]

He was murdered.

- Oh, my God.

Did they ever
catch the killer?

- [Maria gasping]

Abigail!

So, what about you?

- I had a girl.

Met her when I was
at infantry school.

- You loved her?

- Very much. Yeah.

- What happened?
- Car accident.

It's hard to keep
going above ground

when the ones
you love are below.

But, you know,

I'm ready to spend
some time with someone.

- I'd like to,
and I want to,

but I'm just not ready yet.

Until I can make peace
with myself,

I'm not good
for anyone else.

- All right.

I'm a patient man.

Okay?

To patience?

- We spend so much of our lives
building up walls,

trying to keep people out.

Afraid if they could see
what we really are inside,

they might turn away in horror.

But maybe we're more afraid
of what happens if they don't.

- Hey, Lucy.
Can you grab me a beer?

Luce, you here?

- 89 degrees.
Partial clearing tonight

with a low of 74.

[suspenseful music]

¶ ¶

- Oh.

Oh, you feel so good.

Oh, so much better
than my husband.

- Lucy?

[groaning]

- What the hell do you mean
you're out of stock?

- A temporary setback.

Those Society of Sons
of bitches

interrupted my flow
of product.

But you can red-light
your distress,

'cause that situation
is being rectified duly.

- What the hell
did he just say?

- We're getting our business
back on its feet

and you're gonna
need to be patient.

- Patient? You're the only game
in town now.

After the crazy shit
I've seen lately,

you'd need something
to take the edge off too.

- Come back tomorrow,
beautiful lady,

and we'll have
everything you need.

- But if you need to release
some endorphins before them,

I know some other ways
to make you feel good.

- Sorry,
daddy's got me on curfew.

Some people
have no self-control.

[grunting]

[pained scream]

[Cross My Heart's
"Wild Side"]

¶ ¶

- ¶ I've been
on my best behavior ¶

¶ But I've heard
that good girls finish last ¶

¶ Mm, mm ¶

¶ And once you're gone ¶

¶ They say no one
can save you ¶

¶ But who knows? ¶

¶ If I go, I may never want
to ever come back ¶

¶ Oh, I just want to dance
with the Devil tonight ¶

¶ I want to know
what it feels like ¶

¶ I want to close my eyes,
put my hands in the sky ¶

¶ I want to walk
on the wild side ¶

¶ I want to dance
with the Devil tonight ¶

¶ I want to know
what it feels like ¶

¶ I want to close my eyes,
put my hands in the sky ¶

¶ I want to walk
on the wild side, oh ¶

- Grace,
before we go any further,

are you sure
you're ready for this?

- Yeah. Why?

- I've never met anyone
like you before in my life.

The minute you came back,
I felt it, Grace.

You are the most perfect thing
I have ever seen.

And I just don't want
to mess that up.

- What do you mean?

- You know what?

I almost got you killed
the other day.

- You saved my life.

Look,
I can decide for myself

who and what
is good for me or not.

- Hmm. Hmm? Hmm?
- Hmm?

[serene music]

¶ ¶

- Mmm. [chuckles]
[phone ringing]

- What?

It's Maria.

She's probably waiting for me
at Frogmore's.

I got a lead on another job.

Guy's supposed to meet us
there after breakfast.

¶ Frogmore's pancakes. ¶

Why you eating my food?

You have your own.

- I know,
but yours looks better.

- Well, it is better
because it's mine.

- What's got you
in such a good mood?

- Oh, I'm not.

Mmm.

- Excuse me for interrupting.
I know I'm early.

I went by your booth
but you were not there.

Can I?

- You're the guy who called me?
- My name is Terence Clay.

My--there's something
wrong with my wife.

She's doing
unspeakable things with men.

Strangers.
Sins of the flesh.

- Look, Mr. Clay,
just because your wife

is cheating on you doesn't mean
that she's possessed.

- No, no. You don't understand.
Okay?

My wife is the true believer.

She's the pious one.
Okay?

Even when the Devil tempted me
into the arms of other women,

she forgave me
and she's meek.

That was her strength.

- Maybe she's tired
of being a doormat.

- He's right. Excuse us.

This isn't the kind of thing
I can help you with.

- She's making me watch.

- What do you mean?

- It's happening.
It's happening again.

Lucy. Wedding ring.

That's--that's--
that is my wife.

Her hands are all over him.
- Calm down.

- She's tying
his hands together.

She's tying his hands
together!

- Shh.

- Calm down, Mr. Clay.
- It's a m-it's a motel.

It's a motel.

- Do you see a name?

- Para-Dice.

She's in Para-Dice!

- Para-Dice?

[door knocks]

- Hey.
I need to talk to you.

Where were you this morning?
- That's my business.

- You need to stay
away from the Abascals.

- Why?

- These are dangerous people,
especially David.

- But they're good enough
to help fight your holy war,

just not good enough for me.

- Maria and David
are not like you and me.

You know who their father was.

- So? Lanie Parsing said
I was the daughter of a whore.

Does that make me bad too?

- It's not true.

- Stop lying to me!

I went online.

I found the newspaper articles

about what happened
at that nightclub.

The place you shot
Dean Parsing's father

wasn't just a bar.

It was a brothel.

- Claire was a special woman.

Just like you.

- Then who was she?

All these crazy things
are happening to me.

I need to know the truth
about where I came from.

- Where you came from.

- [sighs]

- Gracie, you are here now,

and that's all that matters.

Stay away from the Abascals.

- What happened?
How can I help?

- You can't.

- How long have you had that?

- You think this guy's for real?

- He thinks it's real.
I'm sure of that much.

- I don't know.
- Mr. Clay?

- What's up?

He's out. Those visions
must leave him wasted.

- Lucy.

- Ooh. Pancake party.

Pancake party.

- What's with you
this morning?

- What do you mean?

- You're dragging our asses
across town

looking for Don Juan's wife and
you're breaking out into song.

- I'm just in a good mood.

It's not dope.
I swear.

- Just be careful, David.
- No way.

- I've seen you with Grace.

She's not like Charlotte.

- Can't you just
be happy for me?

What is it?
Shit.

Looks like a wild night
gone bad.

- Maybe, but I don't think
your average stiff

has eyes like that.

Come on. We can't be seen here.

We can't be a part of this.

Not if there's a body.

- [screams]

- A book.

- Look. See that?

- I don't understand the text.
What does it mean?

- The rune is the mark
of an angel.

- Of an--

She's flesh and blood.

Mine. I saw her born.

- You also saw what happened
the other night with Maria.

I mean...

how else can you explain it?

- Look, this book.

Where did it come from?

- I stole it
when I left Sangolo.

From his own library.

- Enos' word?

It is not the word of God.
It is not.

- Christianity, Islam, Judaism,
it doesn't matter.

All those religions
kill in the name of their god,

but even the bloodiest soil
can still bear fruit.

I'm talking
about saving a soul.

If I have to use the Devil's
tools to do good, then I will.

Do you understand?

Grace is an angel.

I don't mean a sweetheart
or a--or a good girl.

I mean she is an actual angel.

A miracle in the flesh.

- Tetra.

- Why would that scare you?

- She's my daughter.

She's a miracle to me already.

I don't need her
to be a martyr too.

- Elijah, for a man of God,

you have so little faith.

- Whatever had gotten
into the pious Mrs. Clay,

one thing was for sure,

She wanted her cheating husband
to know all about it.

- Where is she?

- I told you, okay?
I don't know where she is.

I can only see her
when she's with them.

But I swear I had no idea
she was killing them.

- All right, well, then,
you're sticking with us

so we can get to the next
before it's too late.

- All right, I'll stay close,
but I need a drink.

- Frogmore's.

That guy giving
you the creeps too?

- Like him or not,
something's going on here.

- That dead body, though.

Talk about coitus interruptus.

- David, cut it out.

We've seen too many
bodies lately.

- Hey, now, you better
be careful with that.

You might poke an eye out.

- Thanks for the tip, Sheriff,
but if Mr. Roberts

sent you to tell me to keep
away from his daughter again,

tell him it worked, okay?

- [chuckles]

Don't flatter yourself, son.

No, I came to talk
to Miss Abascal.

- What for?
- Have a seat.

I'm not asking you.

Have you ever spent the night
at the Para-Dice Motel?

- No.

- Hmm. So, it's unlikely
someone saw your blue pickup

leaving there not too long ago?

- It's South Carolina.

Everyone and their granddaddy
owns a blue pickup.

- [laughs]

That's right.

Yeah, that truck could belong
to just about anybody.

But that motel gets its share
of weirdoes and shady people.

That's why they put security
cams all over the place.

And I have been watching you and
your brother for awhile now,

and the mess you've been
making in this city.

We found a body
over at Cadillac Blacks.

Thought that stiff
looked pretty unique,

until we found this guy
with the same problem.

Very soon,
that phone is gonna ring.

The DA calling
to tell me that I got it.

The indictment
I've been hoping for.

To lock you
and your brother up

for the rest
of your trailer trash lives.

So, I'll ask you
one more time.

Have you ever been
to the Para-Dice Motel?

Yeah, that's okay.

Save your breath.

Because that face
belongs to nobody but you.

[dramatic music]

- The Sheriff's phone
never rang.

That part was a bluff.

Maria, on tape with the victim
hours before he died,

wasn't enough
to prove anything.

Yet.

To the law, anyway.

- This is ridiculous.

Can't get arrested
for screwing a guy to death.

- Abigail,
what the hell did you do?

- No, it wasn't me.

- We both know this
wouldn't be the first time

you pulled something like this.

- I'm not pulling anything,

but if that thing
walking around wearing our face

is who I think it is,

then we're gonna need
a bigger boat.

[phone rings]
- Ugh. Hello?

- Well,
I see your car's here.

Where'd you run off to?

- Charlotte--

- Now, I know a lot of guys

who stop calling after they
get in a girl's pants,

but after what we went
through at the lake house,

you owe me a text
at the very least.

- You didn't say anything
to the cops, did you?

- You mean about you
shooting a hole through a man?

Or the part about a guy
being okay talking with a knife

through his neck?

Don't worry.
I covered your ass.

I guess love
makes us do crazy things.

- What?

- Most guys just get what they
want and they're gone.

You risked your life for me.

Now, how about we meet up
and I'll take care of you?

- Uh, I--I can't.

Dickey almost busted Maria.
She needs me.

- I need you.

I lied to the police for you.

- It's happening.
It's happening.

It's happening again.
- Charlotte, look,

I--I don't have time
for this right now.

I got bigger problems.

- All I need to do is say
just one word to that sheriff.

- Don't, Charlotte. Please.

Uh, I--I'll meet you tonight
at Cadillac Black.

- It's a date.

- Come with me.

He's doing it again.

We need to find this demon fast
or we are both going to prison.

Charlotte is coming after me.

- You need to stop mumbling.

You need to speak.

What do you see?

- Parking. Parking. Cars.

Jets. Airport.

Airport with long-term parking.

Basement--
Basement level!

- No one's in there.

- I'm looking for Gracie.

- I haven't seen
her come by since this morning.

[wind chimes ring]

- Tetra said you were
looking for me the other day.

No, thanks.

- I guess I'm having
what a man like you would call

a--a spiritual crisis.

Did something I wish I didn't.

- Trust me, that won't help.

- You sure?

- Aw.

You're a stronger man
than me.

- You looking for your husband?
He ain't here.

- I'm not looking
for my husband.

- Looking for a job?

- No. Uh, my name
is Grace Bledsoe.

- Mm-hmm.
- My father is Elijah Bledsoe.

- Mm-hmm. So?

- He was involved in a situation
that happened here a while back.

The shooting.
- You a reporter?

That was 20 years ago.

I got nothing for you.

- The woman that was with him
that day was my mother.

- You're Claire's girl?

Come inside.

- Watch him.

[car alarm sounding]

- La petite mort.

That's what the French call it.

Not much technique,

but the enthusiasm was good.
- Who are you?

- With a face like yours Maria,

I can get any man or woman
I want.

What about you, Abigail?

Still as insatiable as ever,
I hope?

- [growls]

- Dahlia.
- Hello, my love.

Miss me?

- Stop it.

- Same old temper.

Well, this new host
of yours, Maria,

she's very pretty, but...

she doesn't give you
the satisfaction that you need.

Why don't we just
get rid of her, hmm?

Don't you still want me?

Join me inside this body.

I've missed you so much,
Abigail.

I am giving you
one more chance.

Come back to me,

or I will have fun
killing you in yours.

- No!

- I'm just trying to find out
about my mother.

How long
did she work for you?

- Claire never worked for me.
Claire was hiding here.

- Hiding from who?
- Some crazy cult.

- [sighs]

The Order of Everlasting.

- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, my God.

- Easy, easy, easy, easy.

Lie back.

- What happened?

- I was worried
and came in after you.

Found you laying in a heap.

Clay's fast asleep in my bed.

What is this thing, Mar?

- Whatever it is,

it's strong enough
that Abigail couldn't handle it.

- Then why'd it let you go?

- I don't know.

- Try to rest,
and don't go after that thing

again without me.

I got to go take care
of something.

I'll be back soon.

- What? David, don't.

- Don't worry.

There's something
I have to fix.

- Ugh.
I had a feeling it was her.

Dahlia.
- Who the hell is Dahlia?

- She's a Lilan.

A sex demon.

Clay probably hasn't
treated his wife right in years,

so all that pent-up energy
makes her a perfect host.

She and I had a thing
centuries ago

until I found
out she was crazy.

She's been
stalking me ever since.

- What kind of crazy?

- She was obsessed.

She didn't just want me.

She wanted to be me.

Uses her power to make
her host look like my host.

- So,
why didn't you destroy her?

- [sighs]

- You still love her.

That's why Enos sent her,
to turn you against me.

- Dahlia and I have
a long history together.

- She's a killer.

- She's a demon.

Like me, remember?

Problem is, I get in a room
with her and something

just turns on inside.

I can't help it.

Not everyone's
an ice queen, Maria.

If you won't take care
of our urges, then I will.

- That's not fair.

After what you did,
I don't have a choice.

- How long are you gonna
keep blaming me for Spencer?

- You killed him!

You killed any chance
I had to love someone!

- Because you didn't know how
to control your emotions yet.

[door knocks]

- Go away!
- It's me.

- What do you want, Dusty?

- You all right?

The Reverend came by
your place earlier.

He looked pretty shook up.

Thought you might
want to know.

- [sighs]

- This place has taken in

all kinds of abused women
through the years.

Not all of them tricked.

Some of them cleaned,
changed sheets,

and helped me
keep the place running

'til we could
move 'em somewhere safe.

And some of these women were
running from the Everlasting.

- My dad never told me
she was from there.

- When Mr. Parsing
started coming in,

I thought he was
just trying to make it

with the black girls,
right?

The Society of Sons,

they're a nasty bunch
of racist hypocrites.

But he had
something else in mind.

The night your father shot him,
there was another man here.

A face I'd never seen before.

That same man came back
about a year later

asking if I knew
where Claire was.

Told me
where to find him I did.

- Do you still
have that address?

- I'll see if I can't
dig it up for you.

- Gracie.

- Grace? Grace, you here?

Tetra?

Is anybody here?

It's not enough for me
to be a soldier in your war.

You had to draft my daughter
into it too?

Hasn't she
suffered enough already?

I'm so tired
of fighting all the time.

Fighting against the man
I used to be.

Against temptation.

[coughs]

Forgive me, Lord.

I just need a sign.

Just show me
we're winning.

Is anybody even listening?

- I am.

What's wrong?

- I was, uh,
I was looking for Grace.

- She's safe.

- You saw her?

- Yes.

Relax.

It's all gonna be okay.

You've been drinking.
- I'm lost, Maria.

- No. You're not lost.

You're just human.

- The incident
at the lake house

should have been enough
to scare anyone straight.

But Charlotte's lust for life
was not to be tamed

by something as easy
as a near-death experience.

[rock music]

- Glad to see
you got your shingle back up.

- The only reason
I didn't have your ass entombed

was I hear you took out
Sweetmouth's competition.

- A little token
of our appreciation.

- Let's go, Charlotte.

- I don't think I can wait.

What are you doing?

- I appreciate what you did.

Not calling the cops.
I--I owe you for that,

but I can't do this
right now.

- It's that little priss,
isn't it? Grace?

- Charlotte.

I think I'm in love with her.
- [scoffs]

Oh, my God.

You just made the biggest
mistake of your life.

I open my mouth and your
whole world comes apart.

I swear on my family's name

I will burn
you to the ground.

[cell phone beeps]

[line trills]

- Hey, this is Grace.
Leave a message.

[phone beeps]
- Grace,

where the hell
have you been?

Call me back.
I'm getting worried.

- I wasn't
a good father to her.

I--I tried to be good.
I'm trying.

But I--I failed her,
just like I failed her mother.

- You didn't fail anybody.

- No, I--

All I know is
the rest of the world

can go to hell
for all I care.

The only thing
that matters is my daughter.

- We'll protect her.
I promise.

You're a good man.

Nothing you can do or have
ever done will change that.

[curious music]

¶ ¶

I've been wanting
to do that for a long time.

I just couldn't fight
it anymore.

¶ ¶

- Maria, wait.

- No more waiting.

No more.

[ominous music]

- It's--it's happening again.

Lucy. Lucy, what are you doing?
What are you doing?

What--Lucy...

[mumbling]

L--Lucy. What's this?

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.

W--what--Lucy.

- Maria.

- What's--preacher.
It's a man.

He's a preacher.

Black man. It's a preacher.
Preacher.

- Oh, my God.

- Maria.
[exhales]

No, we can't.

[both moaning]

Oh, Maria.
Maria, wait. No.

- Oh.
- No, Maria, we can't do this.

This isn't right.

- Oh!
- We--we can't do this.

This isn't right.
This--

[breathing heavily]

- Don't you want me?

- Stop. Oh!

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

- God help us.

The Devil is with him.
- Stay here.

- No. No. Ah.

Ah. Ah! Ahh!

- Get off of him!
- I'm not finished.

[gasping]

- Dahlia!

- Hi, lover.

Care to join us?

I know he won't mind.

- No. I want
you all for myself.

- Don't play games with me,
Abigail.

- No more games.

I've been thinking
about what you said.

I want to be with you.

- What are you saying?

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

- I'm so tired of Maria

telling me
what I can and can't do.

I want to do what I want.

I want this.

I want to be inside you.

You feel that?

So deep.

So nice.

I love you.

- [moaning]

- Forgive me, Dahlia.

I've made my choice.

I'm never going back to you.

- [grunts]

- [grunting]

[dramatic music]

- He's still not breathing.

- [coughing and gasping]

- Maria?
- You're gonna be okay.

- Come on.
I'll take care of you.

Okay, come on.

I got you.

- Oh.

Oh, Lord.

- Lucy? Thank God.

I don't want you to worry
about anything, okay?

With--with prayer and mercy,
we will work through this.

Okay? I just want
my good girl back.

I just want things like they
were before.

- No.
- What?

- You treated me
like I was nothing.

I've lived without love
for too long.

I--I'm sorry, Terence.

I'm--I'm not going back
to what we had.

[tense music]

- I know.
Go find Grace.

Wait, I--I should help you.

- You need to rest.
- Are you sure?

- I can take care of it.
I am.

¶ ¶

Some people are like a drug.

Hard to quit, no matter
how bad they are for you.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

[bird calls]

¶ ¶

- Hey.

- Hi.

I'm sorry
I was short with you before.

Everything's just been kind of
strange lately.

I'm just not good
at this sort of thing.

- What kind of thing is that?

- Whatever this is.

- How about I order
us some takeout?

- [chuckles]

That sounds perfect.

- Tetra, what happened?

- Elijah.

- What did I do?
- Listen carefully.

- What?
- Gracie's in danger.

- What do you mean?

- The Sign of the Angel
is turning to the Rune of Tath.

Gracie's an angel
like her mother had to be.

- Leave Gracie out of this.

Maria is strong enough
to defeat Enos.

- She's not. She's not.

We need both of them,
devil and angel, to stop Enos.

That's why he's going
after her again,

and where he's taking
her this time,

my soul may be
the only one damned enough

to follow her there.

- How?

[ominous music]

¶ ¶

- I want to thank you

for giving Grace
to all of us.

[ominous music]

¶ ¶

- Hello?

¶ ¶

Hello?

Anybody here?

- You Miss Gracie?

- Yes.

- I'm here to help
you find your mother.

¶ ¶

[whispered chanting
in foreign language]

- Lord or darkness,
I'm giving myself to you.

[whispered chanting
in foreign language]

[foreign chanting becomes
louder and more intense]

[shouting in foreign language]

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶