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EVIL#503
"Fear of the Unholy"
Closed Captioned

♪ Above adore thee ♪

♪ Infinite ♪

♪ Thy vast domain ♪

♪ Everlasting ♪

♪ Is thy reign. ♪

I have just one announcement.

This will be
the last mass celebrated

in this church.

The archdiocese is under

great financial strain

and has concluded it best

to deconsecrate
and sell this building.

The occupants of this rectory

will, unfortunately, be moved.

It is not yet revealed to us

where we'll be reassigned,

but when it is,
we will update the website.

Thank you.

We need to get him drunk.

Please stand for the blessing.

Wow... that was emotional.

How odd, I felt closest to the
two atheists in the building.

Hey, agnostic here.

So, last assessment, hmm?

How can we choose?

I mean, one case
out of hundreds.

Excuse me.

Wow, they don't waste
any time.

So who's buying the place?

CongoRun.

- Fitting.
- Wow.

- What the hell?
- Where'd it all go?

- Sent back to the Vatican.
- Why?

We weren't done.

I think we've met before.

I'm Father Katagas
from the Vatican.

Although, if you recognize
the accent,

- I'm actually from Brooklyn.
- Yes, 12 miles from here,
I know.

The Vatican has a case for you.
One last one.

- The Vatican closed us down.
- Kristen, is it?

No, we didn't.
The archdiocese did.

This involves a professor
that we've invited to join

the Pontificia Accademia
delle Scienze

to consult on quantum analysis.

Jesus Christ,
you got Johan Taupin?

Yes.

He wants to consult with
the Pontificia.

- Who's that?
- Are you kidding?

He's like the top theoretical
physicist in the world.

Wait, is that the guy
in the wheelchair?

Okay, he taught at MIT,

he's got two Nobel Prizes,

but sure, yeah, he's
"the guy in the wheelchair."

Listen, if Taupin wants to
help the Vatican, just say yes.

And we want to.

This is just a courtesy.
Due diligence.

There's a rumor that
Professor Taupin

was once involved
in the dark arts, the occult.

Oh, come on.
This is prejudice.

I mean, anybody who's interested

in quantum theory
is thought to be a wizard.

Meet with him today

and sign off by Friday.

Kind of an anticlimactic
last case.

- What do you see in it?
- Pure thought.

It's like music. I mean,
formulas at this level,

they're just like...
they're beautiful.

- Do you understand it?
- I think so.

It's a theory of
quantum inflation.

It's kind of dark in here.

Yeah. Helps him think.

Taupin hates fluorescents.

So, do you know where
they're gonna send you next?

No. I rubbed some bishops
the wrong way,

so I'll probably end up
in Alaska.

This is making me sad.

Yeah. You should be a kickboxer
like your doppelgaänger.

- What?
- Oh, uh,

that website, uh,
Find Your Doppel.

I looked up your doubles.

- Mine, too?
- Yeah.

You're a, uh, hipster chick
in Amsterdam.

And you, a kickboxer from Lyon.

- I'll send you the links.
- Oh.

And yours-- did you,
did you look up yours?

You know, family man, Seattle.

My wife's a doctor.
I design websites.

So you're out of work.

No.

- Do you think they look us up?
- I don't know.

Creepy thought.

But you looking them up isn't.

TAUPIN [over speech device]:
In the theory
of eternal inflation,

we would have to rewrite
the laws of physics

for each bubble universe.
And as my editor knows,

I hate rewrites.

Hello.

- Hi.
- May I help you?

Yes. We have an appointment
with Professor Taupin.

Oh, the church people.

Johan, this is your 11:00.

I'm Professor Taupin's
private secretary Neil.

Ah, yes. You need to know
on what days I worship Satan.

That is a joke.
You'll find Johan has

a wicked sense of humor.

Ah, nice to meet you, sir.

Professor, I-I just want to say
that your theories

on event horizons rival Hawking.

They are still something
that I think about today.

Um, yes, um, the Vatican wanted
us to clear a seat for you

on the Pontificia Accademia
delle Scienze.

And there are rumors that
you are involved in the occult?

Well, I'm sure, to some laymen,

quantum mechanics have
the appearance of the occult.

Do you know what might have
caused these rumors?

No idea.

There can be misunderstanding
of genius.

It is, um, reported
that the professor

exhibited erratic behavior
and that he was screaming that

something evil was
inside of him?

Reported by who?

It was anonymous.

The Five.

The Five?

What is The Five?

Postgrad students
who work with the professor

on his wave particle
duality theories.

They have a...
a quirky sense of humor.

Can we interview
these postgrads?

What was your name?

Oh, um, Kristen.
Dr. Bouchard.

Medicine?

Psychology, yes.

Ah, soft science.

I find the distinction
between soft and hard science

to be problematic.

Let me guess, 32C.

- Excuse me?
- Ooh, yes,

you are making this
hard scientist so hard.

What the fuck?!

Maybe you need to fuck
the hell off, Professor.

Ha, ha. It's hard
for my voice generator

to truly represent my laugh,

but I'm laughing inside.

The professor is like
the new Stephen Hawking.

He built himself up
from nothing.

Stockton, California to Oslo.

He's not interested
in the occult,

- he's interested in results.
- Hey, are you guys The Five?

- Yes, that's us.
- Okay.

So there's four of you.
Where's the fifth?

Sure, I called you guys.
He's a lech.

Ask him how many times
he's been to Epstein's island.

He just asked
for my measurements.

Yeah, that's what celebrity
does to him.

It's when his book took off
and movie stars

wanted to meet him.

He became obsessed with Beyoncé.

He asked everybody about her.

He thinks his genius
gives him immunity.

Look, I believe.

And if I were the Vatican,

I wouldn't let him anywhere near
their committee.

This is mission creep.

I mean, that's not what
we were asked to look into.

- He asked you your measurements?
- Yeah.

And he said he was hard for me.

You sure he wasn't just joking?

'Cause his voice generator
is so flat.

What? Look, you don't just
get away with everything

just 'cause you're joking.

All right? That's not some
"get out of jail free" card.

What did the woman say?

Beverly. She said he was a lech.

So we give this to Father
Brooklyn and let him decide.

I agree.

With the recommendation
the Church not take him?

We'll let them decide.

Oh, sure, yeah,
let's just let the Church decide

how much misogyny is too much.

DAVID [sighs]:
What else can we do without

seeing signs of the occult?

We give him a clean
bill of health

- with an asterisk.
- Father.

If you'll excuse me,

I have a church to deconsecrate.

Lord God, in your great goodnes
you once accepted

your honor and glory
in this building.

Receive our praise
for the blessings

you bestowed on your people
in this place.

May we be conscious
at all times

of your unchanging love,
through Jesus Christ,

your son, our Lord.

In nómine Patris, et Fílii,

et Spíritus Sancti. Amen.

Okay, so the movers
will come tomorrow

to pick up the art
and the furniture.

In the meantime,
I've been tasked with

collecting the relic.

Okay.

Where is it?

- Where is what?
- The holy relic?

It's a fragment of
St. Joseph's thigh bone, Father.

No idea. Pastor?

Uh...

Oh, well, it happens.

Yeah.

Okay, so,

you'll be given your
reassignments

in the next few days.

So please be packed
and ready to go.

- We have to find the relic.
- Why?

He doesn't seem to care.

Because he doesn't believe.

We can't leave a relic
in this deconsecrated church.

Are you sure it's
still here, Sister?

During the blackout of 1977,

the Church hid valuables
to protect them from looting.

I'll search the archives...

...to find out where.

It's a beautiful church.

It was.

Hello?

Hello. I am Giovanni De Vita.

Guardia Palatina d'Onore.

Yes, I've heard of you.

How have you heard of me?

You're Vatican security.

You arrested the pope's butler.

So, no more Friends
of the Vatican for me?

Ha. Why do you say that?

Because you're not
Father Dominic

or Mr. LeConte.

Father Dominic and Mr. LeConte
are serving elsewhere.

You are angry with the Church,
are you not, Father?

Angry with the Church?

I don't understand the question.

Recently there have been,
over the past several weeks,

events that have made you angry
with the Church.

I am often disappointed
in the Church.

It is an imperfect institution,
as you should know.

Let's talk about what you know.

The Church has canceled

- your beloved assessor program.
- It's not my beloved program.

It is the Church's,
and it is quite effective.

Also, the archdiocese
has deconsecrated your parish.

Good point.

I guess I am angry
with the Church.

Hmm. That is to be forgiven.

What is not to be forgiven
is traitorous acts.

I'm sorry, are you accusing me
of being a traitor, Father?

Siamo pronti.

This is Monastic Father Augusta.

Rome has mandated that you
answer 31 questions before him.

- Why?
- You were, and are,

very important to us,
Father Acosta.

It is an honor to be tested.

Why is it not feeling
like an honor?

The Vatican has asked
everything of me,

and I have not once flinched.

"To whom much has been given,
much will be asked."

Please sit.

- And if I leave?
- You will be gone.

Meaning?

You will be gone.

Gone from our sight.

Gone from our love.

Gone from God's protection.

Please place your hand
around the top of the glass.

When was the last time you met
with Mr. Leland Townsend?

Two months ago.

Are you certain?

If you're asking
whether I met him

through remote viewing
more recently,

then you should ask that.

When was the last time
you met with Mr. Leland Townsend

by remote viewing?

16 days ago.

What do you know of the 60?

If, by "the 60," you mean
the 60 demonic families,

then I know that they are
the 60 demonic families

found in the Poveglia Codex.

Did you steal
the Poveglia Codex?

No.

I acquired a copy.

- Why did you acquire a copy?
- To make our work

at thwarting
the families easier.

Did you give a copy
to Mr. Leland Townsend?

No.

Did your fellow assessor
Kristen Bouchard

give a copy
to Mr. Leland Townsend?

No.

Would you lie
for Kristen Bouchard?

Would I lie?

That is not a fair question.
What is the context?

The context is simple.

Vatican security is asking you

if you would lie
for Kristen Bouchard.

Yes.

♪ Because there you sit ♪

♪ All by yourself ♪

♪ Everybody's dancing... ♪

Hello?

TAUPIN [over phone]:
Hello, Ben. How are you?

Dr. Taupin?

Yes, Ben. How are you?

Good. How are you?

I'm doing well, Ben.

I was wondering
if you had a minute.

Of course.

Something is in here with me.

I feel it.

I can see it.

Mr. Taupin, are you all right?

I can see it.

It's in my peripheral vision.

Was wondering-- was wondering--

It's inside me.

Hello? Professor?

Fuck you. You ignorant fuck.

Oh!

Sister, what are you doing up?

The relic's in here.
According to the archives.

Can't this wait until morning?

The faster you pick up a hammer
and help me,

the faster you can go
back to bed.

All right, Sister,
get out of the way.

Careful now.

The reliquary's about this big.

All right. All right.

Oh.
- Careful.

I think I... I think I feel
something in here.

Okay, all right.

It's very-- I almost have it.

Good.

Oh. Ooh.

Wait, my hand is-is stuck.

- What?
- My hand is stuck.

- Ouch! Ouch!
- Ooh!

Something's got me.
It's biting me!

It's... Ow!

It looks like one of those

New York rats got my hand.

Oh. I'm gonna need
a rabies shot.

But look.

At least I-I got the relic.

Oh, no.

I guess the rat got it.

♪ I hear tell you're doing well,
good things have come to you ♪

♪ I wish I had your happiness ♪

♪ And you had a do-wacka-do ♪

♪ Wacka-do, wacka-do,
wacka-do, wacka-do ♪

♪ Yeah, I see
you're going down ♪

♪ The street
in your big Cadillac ♪

♪ You got girls in the front,
you got girls in the back ♪

♪ Yeah, way in back,
you got money in a sack ♪

♪ Both hands on the wheel
and your shoulders rared back ♪

♪ Root-doot-doot-doot-doot,
do-wah...♪

♪ Yeah, I see you're going
down the street ♪

♪ In your big Cadillac ♪

♪ You got girls in the front ♪

♪ You got girls in the back,
yeah, way in back ♪

♪ You got money in a sack... ♪

♪ And your
shoulders rared back ♪

♪ Root-doot-doot-doot-doot,
do-wah ♪

♪ I hear tell
you're doing well ♪

♪ Good things have come to you ♪

♪ I wish I had your happiness ♪

♪ And you had
my do-wacka-do...♪

Take your time.

It'll take a minute.

Did your, uh, billionaire friend
get you this place?

Nice.

Just nod.

People are coming here.

More of your, uh,
Satan worshippers?

I saw your cute little painting.

Intense.

You shouldn't have looked.

Uh-oh.

Am I gonna burn up now?

Time for some truth-telling,
Leland.

Why'd you leave the Entity?

That's right.

I heard you're one of us.

So why'd you leave?

I learned to remote view.

I learned to step
into the worst of the worst.

All in the name of this
mother whore of a Church.

I left because it seemed
the Church was

no better than the "monsters"
I was stepping into.

But you didn't just leave.

You became the opposition.

Might I sit up?

I believe in the great
unseeable truth.

As do you.

You're aware of what exists

beyond the material world.

It's the cross we both bear.

You don't bear shit.
You chose evil.

There is no evil, David.

There's...

free will.

God gives us
unbearable suffering,

uncertainty, death.

His only real gift is free will.

I am free to do what I wish.

Why not stir up strife,
discontent, misery,

if it tickles me to do so?

David, you want truth-telling?

Here it is.

When we remote viewed
into each other,

we left seeds
of ourselves behind.

You now have
some of my wickedness.

I have some of your virtue.

You have nothing of me.

Think, David.

Your handlers didn't want you
peering into my mind. Why?

They didn't want you learning
the same thing I did.

That you have a choice.
Free will.

And now that you've taken
yet another step

along the path to free will
by coming and talking to me...

the Entity will find out.

They always do.

Then they'll give you some
Vatican lie detector test.

Some asshole monk.

That's what they did with me.

But when that happens,
you're marked.

And if they can't trust you,
they get rid of you.

♪ And do-wacka-do ♪

♪ Wacka-do, wacka-do, wacka-do ♪

Grazia a voi e pace
da Dio nostro Padre

e dal Signore Gesuù Cristo.

Did you see the painting?

- Yes.
- And?

It's a picture
of the apocalypse.

Fires, freeways, a medusa face,

Moses worshipping
a burning bush.

Any clue as to where
the 60 families are meeting?

There wasn't enough time.

And the images were
all too random.

My guess is
there's nothing there.

Huh. Anything else?

I was able to convince Leland
I shared

his distrust of the Entity.

We know the 60 are meeting soon.

Gaining Leland's trust is
our best chance

for finding out when and where.

Will you meet him again?

- Soon.
- Mm.

The guardia trusts
your instincts.

So, you trust me now?

Of course, David.

We always did.

So, when this is all over,

will I be assigned again to
Father Dominic or Mr. LeConte?

I was hoping I wouldn't
have to tell you, but...

Mr. LeConte has died recently.

I believe I heard
it was a heart attack.

And Father Dominic?

He is unavailable.

You got rid of him, too?

David...

we battle killers.

We are not killers.

What works for me is hate.

Sure, "love your neighbor"
when you're not in the cage.

But take one kick to the face,
and you will hate.

Turn on the volcano.

Let the other guy
find love in his heart.

It'll make it easier
to take him down, huh?

♪ You are not alone ♪

♪ When you're feeling sad ♪

♪ Let me comfort you ♪

♪ I'll give you my all ♪

♪ Try to close your eyes ♪

♪ Listen to the words... ♪

Come on, what is wrong with you?

This is absurd.

So, you're saying
that you didn't

call me up last night
and ramble?

And you didn't say
those nasty things to me?

Absolutely not.

What's going on here?

Your colleagues seem
to have caught

the satanic panic fever.

Taupin called Ben last night
and said he was possessed.

Said something was in him.

Professor Taupin is
a very busy man.

- He doesn't--
- All right, here,
let me stand in front of you.

Then you can make eye contact.

I think you're all mistaken.

The Vatican council needs
Professor Taupin

more than he needs them.

That is true.

We do want him on the council

but not if he is
dabbling in the occult.

He's denying calling you?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

And denying
the sexual harassment.

Well, that is not the issue.

- Of course not.
- Kristen.

This voice you heard,

could someone be hacking
into the professor's voice box?

Those boxes are closed systems.
They're not connected to Wi-Fi.

But if someone were
committed enough?

Possibly. But, I mean, why?

We have opponents.

Not just supernatural
but political.

Our council will look
into possible ways

to curb the climate crisis.

Professor Taupin can help.

Okay, I think it's time
you tell me that "long story."

Later, all right?

Right now, I need you
to help me hack a voice box.

And I need help figuring out
what's wrong with my brother.

Hey!

Is this about your migraines?

It is.

And the tin foil does
what exactly?

I don't know.

But I haven't had
a migraine since.

Okay? Don't report me

to the international board
of scientists.

Ben, you need to see a doctor
for your condition.

I don't have a condition.

You were shot with gold ion

from a freaking particle
accelerator.

There are doctors
who can treat that.

Really, they can treat particle
accelerator accidents?

No, gold ion.

Some specialists use it
for ALS treatments,

and they're familiar
with the side effects.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

Is the jinn back?

No. But that is brilliant.

What?

DAVID [over phone]:
Hello?

David, hi.
Uh, listen, tell Taupin

to meet us
at the rectory tomorrow.

- Okay.
- Tell him we need to apologize.

Talk to you then.

So, you found the relic?

We found the reliquary.
Not the relic.

That's not why you're here.

What is it, David?

I think part of Leland is in me.

Fractured in me.

Maybe it's always been there.

If it is there,
faith is the only cure.

Sometimes...

I get sick of faith.

Wait a second, David.

What difference does it make?

- No. Turn around.
- Why?

Turn around.

I need you to lift up
your shirt.

- Why?
- Stop asking why.

- You have something
on your back.
- What is it?

Hold still.

Sister.

Got it.

What was that?

Sin.

You need to go
to confession more.

Actually,
I need your help, Sister.

We wanted to ask you

about your gold ion treatment,
Professor.

I thought you were here
to apologize.

Sure. Sorry.

Um, we think

that your treatments
might explain

your behavioral changes
and memory lapses.

There have been
no behavioral changes.

What do you take
for your ALS, sir?

A catalytically active
gold nanocrystal agent

suspended in water.

Try saying that five times fas.

- Hmm.
- You're drinking it?

It is my golden latte.

Which hopefully will slow
the cellular damage

implicated in ALS progression.

Have you considered
the potential for hallucinations

by introducing heavy metals
into your blood stream?

I have considered it,
and to that I say, sign me up.

It's the closest I can get
to tripping on drugs.

And so, did your ALS start

before or after you visited
Epstein's island?

Listen, is there a point here?

Uh, Sister.

No.

Do we need to actually be here
for your Latin lesson?

Thank you, Sister.

My apologies.

I tucked your label back in.

Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

I have to make a phone call.

I'll gut you, bitch.

You might want to get that
looked at first.

Sister! First aid kit!

Let him bleed.

What's going on?

Hurry up, he's bleeding!

Hurry!

We need an ambulance now.

Okay, thank you.

Well, my best guess is
it's a head injury.

We'll have
a better understanding

when we do the MRI.

I'll have the nurse--

No. No MRI.

Who are you?

Professor Taupin's nurse.
No MRI.

Why?

Tell them.

Four months ago,

Professor Taupin elected
to have a Cerebral-path

implanted in his brain,
a communication device.

The magnets from the MRI machine
could kill him.

What's a Cerebral-path?

It's a microchip
implanted into his brain.

Like Musk, the university
has been experimenting with it.

Others, too.
It's highly experimental.

Due to the ALS, the professor
has been having trouble

using his voice box control.

The Cerebral-path generates
the voice instantaneously.

It was implanted here.

Um, Doctor,
it-it seems to me like

implanting a foreign object
into the brain

could be what
is causing this issue?

An implant could certainly cause
infection and inflammation.

I recommend consulting
with the surgeon

who performed the operation

and consider
its immediate removal.

Do you think this is the reason
for the erratic behavior?

Could be. Musk's team implanted
a similar device into monkeys

and it was reported
that some of them

experienced chronic infection,
even self-mutilation.

It's insane to put something
in your brain.

Well, I mean,
if he was having difficulty

with the power to communicate,

then what choice did he have?

I don't know. Shutting up?

Look, the Vatican is still
going to want to hear from us.

- Hmm.
- Can you, uh...

look into this implant?

Yeah. Sure.

Ooh!

Sister. Are you never gonna
let me get a full night's--

What is that? Rats?

Demons.

Sister, let it go.

I'm gonna get fumigators
in the morning.

Help me move this.

- It's midnight.
- Help me.

There we are. Right there.

What in the world did that?

What are you doing?!

You don't know what's in there!

Good point.

Sit here, Father.

Are you being kooky again?

There's a demon in that hole.

I think he has our relic,

and I need to use you as bait.

- I'm not bait enough?
- Shh.

Those aren't for you.

Do you really believe
you see demons and devils?

Yes.

Have you ever seen God?

No.

Is there a chance...

there is only evil,
there is no good?

- No.
- Why?

If you've never seen it,
how do you know it's there?

I've seen the fear...

in the face of the demons.

It's not the fear
of a five-foot nun.

I've never seen God or demons.

I don't know what I think.

My parents wanted one
of their sons to be a priest.

Here I am.

I follow polls. Do you?

- Election polls?
- No,

polls about people
not believing in God.

I think it's from baseball,

I-I loved baseball stats.

I used to collect them.

The largest religious
affiliation is nones.

Nuns?

No, N-O-N-E-S.

People who believe in nothing.

That's a terrible name.

Yes.

Do you know that...

churchgoing has fallen off
almost 30%?

That's why this parish is gone.

Nobody was coming.

Well, the "nones" weren't
the ones molesting children.

I'm reaching the end of my life
feeling like a fool.

I can't talk to anybody
about God

without them looking at me
like I'm a bit dim.

Like I've been
dropped on my head.

Socrates and Augustine
would've been

raving nuts on the Internet
these days.

"Enter by the narrow gate.

For wide is the gate
that leads to destruction."

But the wide gate
looks more fun.

The wider gate has no answer
for death, Father.

People try to find comfort
in thinking they become

part of the universe
when they die.

A billion atoms amongst
a trillion trillion more?

God doesn't think of us
as atoms.

He thinks of us as who we are,
not what we're made of.

That's why we believe.

That's why the narrow gate.

I'm gonna miss you, Sister.

I have very little confidence--

Sister? What are you doing?

What have you done
with the relic?

Sister, please.

Why don't you take a moment
and calm down?

Yeah, listen to him.
Calm down, bitch.

What'd I ever do to you?

Give me the relic.
Then I'll calm down.

Suck my balls.

60. I need a room for 60.

Listen,

I'll Venmo you the deposit
in the morning.

Are you here to attack me again?

Do I need to arm myself?

Just let me in.

I would've just opened the door!

We need to talk.

Are you having doubts, Father?

You said the Entity was
just as bad as the opposition.

How do you know?

Are your handlers disappearing?

They are, aren't they?

That can mean anything.

Sure, it could, but it doesn't.

How do you think the Church
maintains its mysteries?

Merely through excommunication?

Have you met
Giovanni De Vita yet?

Why?

You're going to need
protection from them.

And you offer that?

Let's do some horse trading,
shall we?

What do you really want?

I want Kristen safe
from you, forever.

Oh, David,
how you misunderstand me.

I love Kristen.
Not as much as you.

I just want to force her
to curse God

so that I can defile her.

But if I leave Kristen alone,
what do I get?

I'll leave you alone.

No, you'll leave the priesthood.

Go back to photography.
I liked your photos.

Especially the war ones.

Quit worrying about
saving other people's souls.

None of them care about yours.

The Devil doesn't keep bargains.

This one does.

Have you got it?

- Did he see you clone it?
- No.

Got a text,
I put it next to his phone.

- Hmm.
- I checked. It's all there.

All the names,
the time, location, date.

Very good. Very, very good.

Ah, wait. We need to debrief.

No.

I'm done. For good.

You can find someone else.

I'm sorry, David.

Doesn't work that way.

Your reassignment
has come through.

You've been reassigned to me...

in Rome.

Welcome...

to Vatican security.

What are you gonna do with that?

Just doing a little cleaning.

I don't know where the relic is.

I don't, bitch.

That's too bad.

Oh, hold on.

There's a spot right there.

I don't fucking know!

Don't swear.

Or I'm gonna have
to wash out your mouth.

I'm sorry.

You know, there's more
than one demon here.

It's not just me.

Somebody else took it.

I saw you coming
out of another hole.

In a basement in Astoria.

Yeah, and you walled that up,

you motherfuck...

...you lady nun.

What were you doing there
in that basement?

We have holes everywhere, lady.

Just like you.

Ow! I was joking.

Why the basement?

It's a good congregation spot.

You know,
the Antichrist slept there.

No!

Leave me alone.

There isn't
an Antichrist anymore.

You tell your friends

he's been baptized.

That's a good idea.

You're so smart.

Let me go.

First the relic.

Look, I told you already--

No, not the Pledge.

Anything but the Pledge.

Oh, no, no, no, no,

- no, no, no, no, no, no!
- Where is it? Where's the relic?

All right, all right,
all right. All right!

I'll tell you!

I ate it.

It's in my stomach.

I don't believe you.

It was the thigh bone
of a saint.

How could I not eat it?

It's like a wishbone.

You're gonna have
to wait all night

if you want to get it back.

Dig it out of my shit
with a bunch of dead rats.

Maybe not all night.

No, no, no. No, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No! No!

Professor?

Sir?

Can't you see I'm working?

Oh, it's you.

I've been cranking through
some new quantum formulas

- about the last frontier.
- Professor,

you need to get that
Cerebral-path out of your head.

Why?

I think it's why
you're acting erratically.

I think it's killing you.

Of course it's killing me.

Well, I've done some research.

There are other ways
to communicate.

It's not about communication.

It's about expanding
human thought.

It's like nitrogen fuel
for the brain.

Something programmers call
demon mode.

Pure focus.

The mind in overdrive.

Look at this.

That's from a few hours.

What does it matter
if you're dead?

When I'm dead, they take out
the Cerebral-path

and upload it into the cloud,

and I live forever there.

It's something you religious
people don't understand.

Technology has made heaven
irrelevant.

I'm-I'm not religious.

Then all the more reason
to live on in the cloud.

Join me there, Ben.

So you have no objections

to his joining
the Pontificia Accademia?

Ben?

Sure.

I mean, he's a genius.

And his voice box,
it wasn't hacked?

No.

He has a Cerebral-path

implanted into his head
to help him to think.

Yes, it is killing him.

But it's scientific,
it is not demonic.

And he's an asshole, too.

Okay.

Thanks for your advice.

Oh, and his Holy Father
would like

to thank you

for your years of service.

Olive oil

from his own vineyards.

God bless.

Well, that was something.

So have they, uh,
reassigned you yet, Father?

They have.

Oh, where?

Rome.

When did you find that out?

A few hours ago.

Oh, my God.

We're really breaking up.

And you have no choice
in this matter?

None.

When do you leave?

Four days.

Four days? That's...

Why so quick?

I don't know.

This seems, um...

...mean.

Kristen.

I'm sorry.

Why?
We're just working together.

It's... it's totally fine.

It's not a big deal.

Ik houd van jou.

Oh, no, please, dinosaur,
don't eat me!

Don't eat me!
Don't eat me! Don't eat me!

Oh, no!

Now he's going to bite your li.

Oh, is he? Okay.
He's gonna bite my lip.

Oh! Oh, no! Oh...

- Now he's gonna--
- Gonna bite your lip!

No!

- Now, now this lip.
- Yeah. Oh.

Ah. Oh, the dinosaur bit my li.

- No, no, no.
- What?

- This time bite my lip.
- Oh, bite your lip?

- Yeah.
- I bite your lip?

No, no, for real!

Oh, for real bite your lip?

For--

Are you saying goodbye?

Yes.

You, too?

I heard you're being
reassigned to Rome?

- I am.
- Hmm.

You?

Well, no, I think I've made
some enemies in the hierarchy.

I'm being retired.

I'm sorry.

Where?

A silent retreat.

Upstate.

Sacred Trinity?

Yes.

Oh.

Yeah, we went there.

I think you'll--

Actually...

maybe you won't like it.

It's...

hard on sisters.

David?

Don't let the Church
pervert your talents.

Is that possible?

Yes.

The Church is
a human bureaucracy.

God guides it,
but he lets it fail.

How am I gonna do this
without you, Sister?

I don't know.

You haven't been
to confession yet, have you?

I'm going.

Every single time,
after you help

the Entity,
you go to confession.

Please.

How did you know
I was helping them?

Stand up.

Turn around.

Do you carry that
everywhere now?

Yes.

Lift up your shirt.

I'm not gonna be there
with you, David.

So go to confession.

Sin gets bigger and bigger
with each infraction.

Thank you, Sister.

I'd better start packing.

47 years.

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