01x03 - Karma Chameleon

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- Previously on Wonderfalls.
- Don't give her money back.

Are you God? Are you Satan?

If you don't say something in the next five
seconds, I'm gonna assume you're Satan.

Yeah, her name's Heidi.
She was my college sweetheart.

Married in Jersey. Honeymoon
in Niagara. It was like a fairy tale.

Until I caught her
with the bellman in our room.

- Sweet.
- Honey?

I'm almost numb enough to start something
on the rebound. What do you say?

I may be clinically insane. You might wanna
hold out for someone a little more stable.

I don't think
that'd be as interesting.

Take one down, pass it around

Eighty-nine bottles
of beer on the wall

Eighty-nine bottles
of beer on the wall

Eighty-nine bottles of beer

* Take one down, pass it around *

* Eighty-eight bottles
of beer on the wall *

* Eighty-eight bottles
of beer on the wall *

- Eighty-eight bottles of beer
- This is what cults do, you know.

Deprive their converts of sleep
so they'll be confused and vulnerable...

and more likely to do the stupid
things you ask them to do.

- Like drink the Kool-Aid.
- Take one down, pass it around

Is that what you're working up to?

- * Eighty-six bottles of beer on the wall *
- Oh, God!

- * Eighty-six bottles of beer *
- But you couldn't off me...

'cause then I wouldn't be around
to do your bidding, right?

* Eighty-five bottles
of beer on the wall *

Is there some sort of leader
I could speak with?

- * Eighty-five bottles of beer *
- Leader? Hello?

- **
- Anyone want to let me in on the plan?

'Cause I'm assuming there's
a plan or reason for all this.

- Anyone?
- Eighty-four bottles of beer

- Fine.
- Take one down, pass it around

Don't reveal yourself.
Just keep singing. Keep me-

- Ooh. Beer.
- Eighty-three bottles of beer

- Oh, thank God.
- What is it that bartenders say?

You don't have to go home,
but you can't stay here.

I'm workin' on my timing.

Are you gonna say it
to me too? Please don't.

'Cause if you kick me out, I'll have to
wander the streets till morning.

We are kind of closed.

But I'll see what I can do.

I can imbibe quickly
if you need to go home.

Funny thing about that.

So you live in the back room.

Technically, it's where I sleep.
I'm not sure where I live.

Although I'm pretty sure I don't
live in New Jersey anymore.

Weren't you staying in some
honeymoon suite somewhere?

Mm. Once they figured I wasn't gonna sue,
they stopped comping my room.

You should absolutely
go litigious on their asses.

One of their employees ruined
your marriage and arguably your life.

Yeah, but if Heidi had stuck
with the hospitality basket...

or a more traditional definition
of the term "room service"...

we'd both be back
in New Jersey right now...

starting our married life together.

One bad day
and everything changes.

One bad 'sode, and not only
does everything start changing...

but everything
starts talking to you.

Huh. I don't get it.

I'm not sure I get it either.

So, I like your new place.
It has a certain hobo charm.

I don't know about charm,
but it does have rats.

The old expression of mice and "quiet as"
doesn't apply to rats.

Just be grateful they're not keeping you
up at night with incessant chatter.

I think they heard us talking about them.

Over there!

- Wait, wait!
- What?

Okay.

Wha-What?

Whoa!

Big, big rat.

Hmm.

I remember seeing her
in here a few nights back.

She had the turkey club,
extra-well-done fries and a side of cheese.

She had a side of cheese?

Didn't even eat it. Just looked at it,
then skipped out on her tab.

Well, didn't skip too far.

I wonder how long she's
been holed up in that barrel.

Maybe it's her crack barrel!

Do you think she's in there
free-basing?

I don't see a pipe.

Either way, she's pretty resourceful
for a homeless person.

Clean too.

Do you think she's a tourist?

Came to Niagara to see the falls
and ended up taking a fall.

All it takes is one bad day.
Shall we call the police?

Nah. Just toss her crap
in the lost and found.

Except the coat. We should
probably just, you know-

- Bring her back.
- Bring her back?

- Bring her back?
- Bring her back.

No. Well, I mean, why?

- I don't know. It's your idea.
- It's not my idea.

- It wasn't you?
- It wasn't a suggestion.

- It wasn't?
- Uh-uh.

I suppose we could try
to find her, I guess.

She still owes
for that turkey club...

and the owner's only letting me
stay here 'cause I work here and- Oh.

- I get it.
- You do?

Even though I may only have
a cot and large sacks of dried beans...

I still have more
than this woman does.

Did I say that?

This poor woman might be
in some kind of trouble.

Now she's out there
without her coat.

- Okay. Now you've made me feel guilty.
- Right. Guilt.

So you're saying we should track
her down, get her her stuff back?

Right. No, wait.
What are we doing?

You know, a lot of people
wouldn't have thought of that.

They'd have just made sure
the door was locked behind her.

You're like-
You're like a saint.

Well-

So what do we do?

- Uh-
- We know she's been to the train station.

We could start there.

We could do that.

So, do you do this sort of thing a lot-

going out of your way to help
people you don't even know?

- Uh, I wouldn't say "a lot. "
- Me either. Heidi wouldn't allow it.

She always said I shouldn't
open my mouth to strangers.

Ironic.
You know, considering.

Yeah.

You miss her?

I don't know.

You gotta miss your life a little.

I guess I'm still trying
to figure out where that is.

Train to Paterson,
New Jersey, with stops at Hoboken...

West Orange and Trenton,
departing Platform 9.

- Next.
- Hi.

- We're looking for someone.
- We think she may be in trouble.

Blonde,
a little taller than me...

though possibly
in a fetal position.

Or maybe running away
from something.

Or she might have been
looking over her shoulder...

possibly running...
away from something.

This is her stub.
She arrived eight days ago.

Anything you could remember
would be great.

Wait a minute. Yeah,
I think I do remember.

Yeah, this ticket-
It had another half to it.

A ticket half.

Yeah, that's all I got.

Next.

Okay, that went well.

We're like the worst
detectives ever.

I don't know what
we expected him to tell us.

Could've told you
about the man in black.

What?

Let's just say you two
aren't the first ones...

that have been sniffing around here
lookin' for that little girl.

- You remember her?
- Oh, yeah.

She slept on that bench
three nights in a row.

I'd watch over her-you know,
a little, as much as I could-

until he showed up, and she'd scurry
out of here like a rat come daylight.

The man- Do you remember
what he looked like?

A strange-lookin' sort.
Dressed in all black.

I remember thinkin' that if Johnny Cash
had been born an Irishman...

his music would have been
more lilting.

Whoever he was, I hope
you find her before he does.

Uh, I don't think
there is a next move.

Our moves are done. I mean,
what more could we possibly do?

Maybe this man in black is the
one we should be trying to find.

I just think it'd be a little like
looking for an Irish Johnny Cash in a...

haystack.

- Excuse me.
- Call you back.

May I help you?

I see you have several
public notices in your window.

I wonder if you might
add this one.

I'd be so grateful.

And then he smiled.

- Ew!
- Right.

Katrina. That's her name.

No last name.
She's a prost*tute.

And he's her pimp.
Her goth pimp.

She's trying to leave the lifestyle,
and he won't let her.

- What are you doing?
- Calling Johnny.

- Hillcrest.
- Hello.

Extension 231, please.

Room 231?

Hillcrest Hotel.


At least he's not living
in a barrel.

Who are you calling now?

- Hillcrest.
- Hi. Me again.

Yeah, a cat
stepped on the phone.

Can you tell me if anyone's
staying in the room next to 231?

I don't hear anything.
Do you hear anything?

What if we're too late?

What if he's beat her to death with a bag
of oranges for withholding trick money?

If she had any money, I don't think
she'd be living in a barrel. I wouldn't be.

Yes, but maybe she's just a lazy wh*re.

That happens, right? They can't all have
hearts of gold and good work ethics.

And come on. This place does have
a certain pay-by-the-hour vibe.

It's just a transient hotel for people who
aren't sure whether they're coming or going.

People that need hot plates
and kitchenettes...

and all the other trappings
of creative non-permanence.

You sound like a brochure.

Yes!

Are you getting anything on yours?

No, nothing yet.
Maybe we need a new frequency.

You do realize, don't you, that
non-permanence doesn't have any trappings?

That's what makes it nonpermanent.

I mean to say that something
transitory and totally fleeting...

can't really trap you, right?

Something just passing
through town, for instance.

Something transitional.

Uh-huh. Or... someone.

Stop! Stop! I can't do this!

Let me go!
I won't go back! I can't!

Why can't you leave me alone!

She said leave her alone!
Now, how's about you listen?

Don't hurt him.
He's a priest.

- You're... a priest?
- Father Scofield.

You're going to hell.

Father as in
"Father, forgive me"?

I'm not in a very
forgiving mood right now.

Jackass.

I'm so sorry. I thought
you were... not a priest.

Well, I'm not sure
I'm ready to apologize.

What was all that "leave me
alone" screaming about?

- And you said "jackass. "
- Here. Here. Take it.

It's all I have. It was just
a turkey club, for the love of God.

- You don't have to hunt a person down.
- You stole food?

I'm not proud.

How much was the club?

It's not about sandwich money.
We're trying to help her.

Yeah, missionary man. Where do you
get off brow-beating a hooker?

Jesus was nice to prostit*tes.

Sister Katrina isn't a prost*tute.

Now I'm going to hell.

- You're a nun?
- Not anymore.

I'm not goin' back there.
I can't. I can't.

- Back where?
- The convent.

Why not? Did you
Agnes of God her?

I bet he did. I bet he
Agnes of God-ed all over her.

- Would you shut up?
- He didn't Agnes of God me.

Sister, everyone's
very worried about you.

After 12 years, you don't just
up and leave without explanation.

- What happened?
- It doesn't matter! I'm not going back!

- You can't stay here.
- Why the hell not? You can't force her to go.

She's standing there telling you
she's not coming back.

To me, that means she's not coming back.
If the good sister wants to move on with her life...

I suggest you stand aside
and let her move on.

Amen.

Are you praying? Did they
give you food shame at the convent?

The food was glorious.

Sister Suzanne took
Cuisines of the Americas.

Maybe now is a good time
to come up with a plan.

- Can you type?
- No.

So, is Sister Suzanne mean?

She's a lovely person.

I always picture
nuns being mean.

I do too,
and I don't know why.

Well, it's probably
because they-

Although you seem nice.

- Did the mean nuns pick on you?
- No, nobody picked on me.

It was a sisterhood.
We all took the same vows.

I loved the convent.
We grew alfalfa in the fields.

Bring her back to him.

If you were so happy with the sisters
in the field, why'd you leave?

It was... the cheese.

The cheese was my undoing.

This is the miracle of life
melted over these chili fries.

A bacterial
flirtation with enzymes.

The comingling of friendly microorganisms
giving birth to curds and whey.

"And from dust
he created the universe. "

The Dairy Board must love you.

The microorganisms
in this cheese...

tell me God exists.

This sack of meat that holds a soul
tells me God exists.

God himself, however,
hasn't told me anything.

Not really.

Not definitively.
And certainly not out loud.

You don't really want
the out loud part, do you?

I mean, it's gotta be
upsetting. I'm sure of it.

Not as upsetting as doubt. It's a sin to live
in his house when doubt lives in your heart.

And I know the exact moment
it moved in.

I was in the kitchen...

nibbling on the fresh pecorino
Sister Louise brought back from Italy...

and I thought,
"What if it's just cheese?

"What if I'm just cheese?

"What if this sack of meat is
just a bacterial flirtation...

and my soul is only a comingling
of friendly microorganisms?"

But God's your thing. I mean,
you grew alfalfa and took a vow.

How am I supposed to commit my life
to something I'm not sure is real?

- Bring her back to him.
- To who?

To me. He has to be real to me.
He has to show me.

Otherwise, I'm just praising the word
of some phantom bully in the sky.

Bring her back to him.

Oh, Him.
With the big "H." I get it.

Who did you think
we were talking about?

She has to go back.

I know that guy I was with
said whatever...

but I really think this is best,
and something tells me you do too.

Geez, I don't know. Is your little friend
gonna beat me up?

Yeah, he got excited there for a second,
didn't he? But he doesn't have to know.

You're not leaving without her.
You're not leaving her with me.

Look. I'm not a parole officer. I can't
drag her back kicking and screaming.

It doesn't look good for the church.

But she wants to go back. She does.
She's just had too much cheese.

You see, it's all about doubt.
We gotta squash that doubt.

Would it help
if she got rebaptized?

It's holy water,
not magic water.

What's the difference?

One's faith.
The other one is fantasy.

You're telling me Sister Katrina
has lost her faith.

Not lost. Misplaced.

- Well, I can't find it for her.
- Well, I can.

- What are you-
- I'll take that challenge.

Just give me 24 hours...

and I'll have her singing
"Sweet Jesus" all the doo-dah day long.

And you can bring her
back to him. All three hims:

Jesus, God and...
the other one.

God has to talk to people.

How else would mankind
know God's will?

That's a very good point.
This is helping. Say more.

You need to listen closely.
He has a theology degree.

Several, actually.
How many do you need?

One more.
Leave me alone.

But just because a scripture says God's
talking doesn't mean he's talk talking.

People tend to take license
with that detail.

It's not always gonna be,
"Hello, Jaye. "

Stop that.

Well, some folks believe
that early man's gut instinct...

was God telling our ancestors
to fight, flee or f-f-

fun have.

Although, several prominent
serial K*llers claim...

that God gave them
very specific instructions.

This isn't helping anymore.

Why'd you go
to the serial k*ller place?

Jaye-bird, sweetheart.
What a nice surprise!

Tupperware is not an eating vessel.
Hi. I'm Karen Tyler.

Sister Ka- Katrina. Just Katrina.

You're a nun!
Well, that's fantastic.

- Ex-nun. It's just Katrina.
- Oh.

- You never said she was a nun.
- Ex.

Sweetheart.

Is this about your 'sode?
Are you seeking counsel in the church?

No. Yes.

Yes, it's about my 'sode
and my stress issue.

But thanks to God, I'm better every day,
so you don't have to worry.

That's wonderful, darling.
You are aware nuns are Catholic?

I like your monkey.

I stole it
from my therapist's office.

Cheese?

This is insulting to both of us.

It's a pre-made snack platter.

Fine.

I had a whole thing
I was gonna say.

Got it out of a fondue cookbook.
Still wanna hear it?

I don't need to. I know why God
doesn't talk to me.

He doesn't talk to anyone.
He can't.

Sure, he can.
He just doesn't wanna.

No, he just doesn't exist.

So do you not believe
in anything anymore...

or is it just G-dash-D?

Isn't G-dash-D
supposed to be my everything?

That's what I used to believe.

And since I can't believe that,
there's nothing to believe in.

Okay.

Cone of silence?

I believe in something.
Sort of.

And it does talk to me
and may actually be God...

but has never said so
specifically.

What is it?
What talks to you?

They do.

Go on. Pull the other one.
It plays "Ave Maria. "

No, really.
They tell me to do things.

And if I don't, they sing
and keep me up all night.

And then eventually
I do what they say.

I don't even know what they are.

However, I do know they talk.

Or something
talks through them.

Either way,
it's not pleasant.

That doesn't sound like God.
That sounds like the devil.

Oh, good. 'Cause if you believe
in the devil, you believe in God.

But which one is it?

I don't know.
They won't say.

There's only one way
to be sure.

Cast it out.

Can we do that?

Father, it's God's work.

No, it is this woman's work.

Yes, yes. God kept you here. He brought
us here to perform his work for Jaye.

Is that so? Katrina has been living
in a nunnery these past 12 years.

Please bear in mind
that I have not.

Her faith is back and possibly better
than ever. You should be thanking me.

And what is it that you're hoping
to get from us by way of thanks?

Well, since you mention it,
there is one little thing.

An exorcism!

I have to drink in here.

Are you out of your mind?

I'm willing to try anything. I mean,
she's willing to try anything to help me...

which does help her
with that one issue.

It's a big circle of help.

She's afflicted.
Demons live inside of her.

They talk to her, and they tell her to do
things. She needs our help to purge them.

Sadly, it's all true.

I don't know what you're after
here, but I don't do exorcisms.

They're violent
and dangerous and stupid.

Hey, Father, come on.
Let's not discourage her.

She's eager to do God's work.

Please? I haven't had
a good night's sleep in weeks.

Do this with me, Father, and I will willingly
and joyously return to the convent with you.

God works in mysterious ways.
You know that.

Well, isn't it possible that the reason
God never spoke to me...

is because he needed me to run away
because he needed me to end up here...

because he needed you to follow me
so you could use your expert knowledge...

to cast out demons
from this poor girl's soul?

Amen, Sister.

Could you give us
a minute, please?

There's something
you should know about that girl.

I thought the priest
was leaving town.

I asked him not to.

I thought we were on the same
page with this thing.

Why would you do this?
Why would you try to ambush her...

with the one person
she doesn't want to see?

- I thought you were on my side.
- I didn't ambush her.

I'm doing a good thing here. Remember how
much you like me when I do good things?

She loves the nunnery.
She told me she was really happy there.

Was. Was. Past tense.
Things change. People change.

And when other people try
to force people not to change...

then the changing, which wasn't easy
to begin with, just gets harder.

You made a bet?
You lied to me.

I was wrong. You're not hearing
the devil. You are the devil!

Just so we're clear, calling a girl
the devil in front of the boy she likes-

Not the best way to keep a friend.

You're not my friend.
You're a liar.

And so's the devil.
I'm not friends with the devil.

Or with liars. Devil!

I'm not a liar.
Not in this instance anyway.

You bet Father Scofield you could
restore my faith in 24 hours...

and then you pretended to be my friend-
Are you Pentecostal?

Are you trying to scare God into my dirty,
sinful, hell-bound, unsaved heart?

I didn't pretend to be your friend.
I was forced to be your friend.

- Those are two very different things.
- You're horrible.

You make up this story about demons
talking to you through plastic animals...

when nothing talks to you,
just like nothing talks to me.

- I didn't make anything up.
- Break the taillight.

Hah! You see? It's talking
to me right now.

For God's sake.

Maybe. Maybe
it is for God's sake.

Break the taillight.

Except it's telling me
to break a taillight.

Which is vandalism,
which is the devil's work...

which is why one little exorcism
isn't too much to ask.

Is this fun for you,
torturing a wayward nun?

Oh, yeah.
This is a laugh riot.

This is where I would
most like to be right now...

standing in the freezing cold,
being called a liar by a nun...

and coerced by a wax lion
to commit crime.

This is so much fun.

- Great.
- What just happened?

You b*stard! I can't afford
my insurance premiums as it is.

- Your car- It broke the taillight.
- I know.

And since you and the priest
aren't gonna be helping me...

the least you could do
is not tell anyone.

Hey, have you seen my sister?

I need you to tell me everything
you know about demonic possession.

Uh-

Trying to force a nun back to the convent
when she doesn't want to go back...

is very unpriestly, even though
it might sound priestly.

I'm not in the business
of forcing anyone to do anything.

- That seems to be your game.
- What's that supposed to mean?

Well, for example, right now,
by the nature of our geography...

you're forcing me
to have this conversation.

You're forcing me to force you!
Someone has to stand up for Katrina!

I mean, what's wrong with a person needing
a little time to figure out their life?

While you're figuring out
whatever you're figuring out...

could you hand me
some toilet paper, please?

Thank you.

- Hi.
- Here you are, sweetheart. Did your brother find you?

No, but he'll find me
when he comes home.

I'm sleeping here tonight.
Or trying to anyway.

You didn't redecorate my room...

with zoo-themed
wallpaper, did you?

- Why are you all dressed up?
- We're going to church.

Is it Christmas? 'Cause if it is, it snuck
up on me, and nobody's getting anything.

It doesn't have to be
Christmas for the Tylers to go to church.

- Is it Easter?
- It's Wednesday.

We Presbyterians have
Bible study on Wednesdays.

Your mother and I are tickled to death that
you've turned to the Lord for guidance.

We just think it should be our Lord.

These priests could do anything.

You get pregnant out of wedlock,
you must be possessed.

Bam! They tie you down-
tie you down-

and cast the demon out.

I'm just curious.

How exactly would they
accomplish this sort of thing?

Someone took her dreams away.
What was is no more.

I mean, it's not like she wanted
to end up sleeping in a barrel.

- Who would?
- Where did you say you sleep again?

Yes, but in a bed. And only 'cause my wife
cheated on me and took my dreams away.

At least the ones that had to do
with being married to her.

And now what Heidi was
is no more...

so it doesn't even matter.

Are you confessing something?

I didn't k*ll her.

I just left her.

Lost faith in her.

I lost faith
in that whole other life...

and I don't know if I want it back.

Catholics aren't bad people.
They just do things differently.

Their prayers have to go through
saints and apostles and statues.

Presbyterian prayers go straight
to the source. Right to J.C.

And the Protestant
rituals were even worse.

Cut them, burn them, bleed them...

until the body of the possessed was no longer
a restful place for the demon to dwell.

Could you, uh,
go back to the burning?

People sin.
People transgress. Especially in love.

Hell, I transgressed indiscriminately
before I was called by God.

But God forgave me
those transgressions.

You're telling me
to forgive my wife?

"Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive
those who trespass against us. "

I didn't do anything wrong.
I shouldn't have to go to church.

That argument has never
worked for you, sweetheart.

Didn't ever work for any of us.

Now, put your pillow in your
room, and let's go worship.

They would chant the Lord's Prayer
over and over and over...

until the demon knew the righteous
were having none of him.

And then he'd, you know, I guess...

leave.

So I should go back to her?

You can forgive someone
and still choose not to be with them.

It was a yes or no question.

I don't have a yes or no answer.

Well, she's certainly taking her time.

That was the front door.

And that's her driving away.

- You don't suppose she's meeting us there?
- Mm-mmm.

Oh, good God!

I'm sorry I called you a liar.
You're not a liar, Jaye.

- You're a child of God.
- Oh, good.

So you believe in God now?

I brought you back to Him?
Big "H"?

- You most certainly did.
- Huh.

Well, smell me.
Better than I thought I was.

Don't you worry, Jaye.
I know what I'm doin'.

If we have to, we'll
cut the devil out of you.

Hah! I exorcise thee,
every unclean spirit...

uh, in the name
of God the Father Almighty.

Katrina, untie me.
Untie me now.

Oh, I can't.
You'll be flailing soon.

I don't want you to do whatever it is you're
gonna do that's gonna make me flail.

That's the demon talking.
Jaye wanted this.

Jaye, can you hear me?
Be strong, Jaye!

Be strong!
He'll be gone soon!

Help!

Crap.

License and registration,
please.

- Was I speeding, Officer?
- Your left taillight's busted.

- Oh.
Unit 37, 10-16, 14 Pear Street.

It's a- It's a rental.

Just a moment, please, Father.
Keep both hands on the wheel.

Unit 17,


Katrina-

I anoint thee
with the oil of salvation...

that thou mayest have
life everlasting.

I should've listened to my mother.
She told me you people were crazy.

Keep fighting, Jaye.
I'm here for you!

- You have the right to remain silent.
- It's a broken taillight.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you in a court of law.

- Do you understand your rights?
- It's a rental.

Do you believe in the Holy Spirit?

What are you gonna do
with that knife?

Do you believe in the church,
the communion of saints, the remission of sins?

Do you believe in the resurrection
of the body and the life everlasting?

No! Yes! Can you repeat
the second part?

Heavenly Father, guide my hand.
Give me strength. Talk to me.

Tell me what to do.

Here's what to do.
Put down the knife.

- Untie me and put down the knife.
- No!

You wanted this. You asked for it.

No, I didn't. Okay, I did.

But I didn't think
it would be like this.

The voices, the animals-
I was just mad at them.

But they aren't demonic. It just feels like that
sometimes when they make me help people.

Please. Katrina, please!
Look at what you're doing!

I'm just trying
to get God's attention.

Jaye Tyler, open up! Police!

- Help!
- We have a witness who saw your vehicle...

leaving the scene
of an accident earlier today.

Miss Tyler, we know you're home.
We can see you.

Drop your weapon!

It's not what it looks like.

You have to understand.
I would never hurt anyone.

I just- I thought God
was guiding me, but I was wrong.

I just- I thought God
was guiding me, but I was wrong.

Uh-huh. You on any meds?

No.

Oh, my God!
They called you?

- Excuse me?
- I thought for sure you'd left town already.

- I was-
- Well, don't worry.

I'm not pressing charges.
She was just confused.

Plus, I did kind of
encourage her to do it.

And you were right, by the way.
Exorcism? A very, very bad idea.

I have a child I didn't know about.

Come again?

They're letting me go.

Father, I'm so sorry.
I should have listened to you.

- It's a girl.
- Huh?

He has a kid
he didn't know about.

But... h-how?

In the usual way.

I wasn't always a priest.

In my life before,
there was a woman-

I had no idea.
She was on the pill.

She must have been looking
for me all this time.

They pulled me over,
uh, for a broken taillight.

When they ran my name-

I'm a deadbeat dad.

Broken taillight?

Uh, yes, we will. Thank you.

Marta.

Joe. Uh-

They said I probably
shouldn't be talking to you.

No, you- Of course
you don't have to.

I'm sorry that I had to file
the complaint.

I just didn't know
what else to do.

I couldn't find you, so-

I guess I was looking
in the wrong place.

Hey.

Joe, this is Sadie.

Hi, Sadie. I'm Father-

I'm your father.

"Bring her back to him. "

Wow.

It's a miracle.

So, you wanna grab
something before you hit the road?

I saw a cheesy dog stand
on the way in.

You like cheese.

Oh. Trying to squeeze
the demons out of me?

Don't even joke about that.
A miracle happened because of you.

A miracle? I don't know.
A happy coincidence, maybe?

Call it what you want,
but I know what happened.

Here. This'll get you
back to the convent.

One-way ticket.
Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Sean Kirkpatrick,
report to the information kiosk.

You got everything you need?

- We're gonna miss you.
- Me too.

But God led me back here, and I've gotta
trust that this is where I'm meant to be.

So, thanks for making me
chase you to Niagara.

It was my pleasure.

Let's get you on the train.

Bye.

- So-
- So-

- Turns out you were right.
- Huh.

I almost never hear that sentence.

I'm sorry I got so weird.

I guess maybe I was projecting
some of my issues on to her.

Ya think?

Even though I feel like I have
every right to be here...

I think I was also feeling a little guilty
about not going back.

And now what does it feel like?

Train 5-B to Paterson, New Jersey...

with stops at White Plains,
Hoboken and Trenton...

leaving in five minutes
from Gate 3.

Feels like there's
a train every hour.

- Want a cheesy dog?
- Love one.