01x07 - Vatican III

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You want to know
if God speaks to me?

Yes.
He does.

What is it?
Prophecies. The Poveglia Codex.

Some of the prophecies
have been echoed word-for-word

by your prophet.

Why'd you blow that up?

When God's voice gets too quiet,
it helps me hear him.

I realized
what Grace was drawing.

The gaps-- they're not random.

They fit into the codex.

Where's Grace?
ICE raid.

They took her.

You seem happy.

Is that about
this new boyfriend?

Want to meet him?

Hi. Kristen.

How funny.

Your mother and I
know each other.

You're not coming
back here. Ever.

What's this?
Did he give you gifts?
Yeah, they're diaries. Look,

they have unicorns!
They're actually nice.

Next?

Hi, Mr. Blueberry
Muffin.

Did you want something else?

Coffee?
No.

Um...

What I'd like is, um...

to-to take you out sometime.

This weekend, maybe,
if you're...

I really like you and...

and you're really hot and
I-I think about you all the time

and...
W-Wow. Uh...

Thank you.
That's-that's really nice,

but, um...

I'm in a relationship.

Why are you so nice to me

but you don't want
to go out with me?

Miss Large Coffee,
Room For Milk.

You did everything right.

She's a tease and a liar.

Women love to lead men on.

Yeah, I've seen how long
she's been toying with you.

What do you want?

I have a private practice.

I know you think you're
alone in this world,

but you're not.

Not interested.

Therapy's for messed-up people.

I'm not offering therapy.

You're not the one
who's messed up here.

It's women.

Stop that.

You don't move for them.

They move for you.

Her name was Grace Ling.

She ran a day care center
in Flushing.

We were sent by the Church
to decide

whether she had
prophetic abilities.
We observed her

warn a woman
to get out of her house

before it "fell into darkness."

And the next day,

the house collapsed
into a sinkhole.

She would sometimes
blow up a balloon

to hear God more accurately.

Excuse me?

She would blow up
a toy balloon.

Do you not find this odd,

a prophet requiring

the blowing up
of a balloon?

I found it odd
that there was a prophet at all.

Everything after that
was just gravy.

What does that
mean-- "gravy"?

It means that
once something is stupid,

it doesn't matter how much more
stupid gets piled on top of it.

Then how do you
explain this?

I'm sorry,
who are you guys again?

We are assessors
here at the Pope's discretion

to decide if this woman
was a false prophet

or a true one.

Do you have an opinion?

I do.

I think you should get China
to return her.

You understand,

her prophecies, if true,

are worrisome, Mr. Acosta.

I do.
They prophesy

a great devastation.
Fires everywhere.

As does the Book of Revelation.

Given that, do you think

she is a false prophet
or a true one?

I think Grace
was a wonderful person

with, um,
great intuitive sense,

but I don't believe anyone
can foretell the future.

So I don't think she was
any kind of prophet.

What is your faith?

Your family's faith?

Muslim.

And you are?
Ah.

I think we're finished here.
Please,

sit back down. We-we want
to know what happened.

No, you don't.

You want to damn the Muslim.

Got it.
Nice meeting you guys.

Yes, you're
hearing it right.

You speak Italian?
Si.

Do you use
artificial birth control?

We are wondering
about the nature

of your relationship
with Kristen Bouchard.

Have you... asked Mrs. Bouchard?

We have.

She walked out on us.

What's he saying?

He's telling 'em
who's boss.

In that classy,
priestly way of his.

Hey.
Hey.
Hey.

Interview go well?

Let's go.

Oh, good.
Do you have a minute?

Enrique.

What are you talking about?
Is that your name, demon?

No. A boy I slaughtered.

He cried like a pig
when I slashed his throat.

Who?

Enrique.
Enrique.

His unbaptized soul
went straight to hell.

This is not real.

I called his parents.

I wanted them to know

their child went to hell.

But I couldn't stop
laughing long enough.

That's the Bridget Ferrell
exorcism.

Yes, in its second day.

Bridget had a miscarriage

and started having seizures
and talking in other voices.

Dissociative personalities?
We didn't know.

But she started speaking
in Latin and Aramaic,

so we recommended an exorcism.

Unfortunately,
what I heard there

was a confession to m*rder.

Do we know if there
even was a m*rder?

No.

Well, if there was,
the court does not acknowledge

demonic possession,
and that woman's guilty.
Unfortunately, yes.

I don't know how
unfortunate that is.

I mean, if she k*lled...
This woman is possessed,

and the demon used
her body to k*ll.

Bridget is innocent.
The demon is guilty.

Well, wh...
What do you want us
to do, Monsignor?

Find out if there was a m*rder

to match the details
the demon mentioned,

and help the Church
with its liabilities.

Understood.
Got it.

Uh, David,

can you stay a minute?

Kristen knows the law
on this matter.

That's not the problem.

Does ICE have any news
on this prophet's whereabouts?

Grace?
Yes.

No. No.

They sent her back to China.

I'm a little worried they put
her in a reeducation camp.

The Vatican's worried
about that, too.

That's why they sent
their three top men.

Those are their three top men?

Yes. Why?

They seem more worried
about Ben being a Muslim

and Kristen being
a lapsed Catholic.

Okay, just answer
their questions.

They apologize to Kristen
and Ben, then we'll talk.

Don't be a child.

The Vatican doesn't apologize.

This is about
stopping a m*ssacre.

Then they should stop
asking my team

about their sex lives.

So we need to see
if there was a m*rder

of a kid named Enrique.
That matches the description.

I have a friend in Homicide.
I could check with her.

Good.

Thanks.

David, if we ever get
in the way of your job here,

you'd tell us, right?

It's never gonna happen.

Aw.

That made me tingly all over.

We should go back.

Yeah. I'm a mother
with four kids.

I'm a cop with four murders.

So what?
Get a babysitter.

Admit it, you miss it.

I miss parts of it.
Not the falls.

You didn't have
that many falls.

Okay, that one time
was ugly.

Two broken ribs of ugly.

Yeah, but... you and me
in a portaledge,

5,000 feet above
the valley floor.

Mira, can I ask you
a professional question?
Sure.

Have you heard anything about
a missing Hispanic boy,

probably m*rder*d,
name of Enrique?

No last name.
Hmm.

So this wasn't a personal call?
No, it was.

I'm just asking.

The family would have received

prank a phone call
of a man laughing

after the boy's
disappearance.

What?

Where did you hear about that?

What do you mean?

Enrique Ruiz.

The prank calls to the family.

Someone laughing. It wasn't
released to the public.

So there is a m*rder?

Three murders.

Not officially.

The department only acknowledges
three missing Hispanic youths.

But...

all three resulted
in prank calls to the families

the day they went missing.

Now, where did you
get your information?

I'm sorry,
I can't tell you, Mira.

Why not?

Because it's confidential.
Kristen...

I'm arguing to the department
that this is a serial k*ller.

Someone preying on boys
the police don't care about.

So if you know something
that can help me,

you need to tell me.

I-I don't have anything
to help you.

The three Hispanic boys
were last seen

getting into a red car.

Kristen, this k*ller

will k*ll again.

So, whoever
you're dealing with...

...watch out.

Hi.
I'm Kristen Bouchard.

Oh, I'm Dwight,
Bridget's husband.

What'd you find out?

There is a m*rder.
Three, actually.

God. You really think
this woman is...
The police

are listing it as
missing persons

because they haven't
found any bodies.

But my friend thinks it's

a serial k*ller.

Do they have a red car?
Why?

The kids were last seen
getting into a red car.

Let's go look.

Now what?
Well, that depends

if you think a demon
k*lled three kids

or that woman in there did.

I don't believe in demons.

Me neither.

Maybe it's dissociative
identity disorder.

Split personality?

Can you tell the difference?

Yeah, if I question her.

We drive you from us...

We drive you from us,
whoever you may be,

in the name and by the power
of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

No!
We drive you from us,

whoever you may
be, in the name

and by the power of Our...

His name is Howard.

He comes in and out.

Wait, who is this?

The demon.

Don't be thrown
by his anger.

He tries to throw you.

We'll hold her.

Bridget.

Ma'am,

have the decency
to call me by my name.

Hello, Howard.

Yes.
Tell me

about Enrique.
Oh.

You found the bleeder.

I guess I didn't bury him
deep enough.

I was tired.

Masturbation
has that effect on me.

Why'd you k*ll him?

I saw him at a bus stop,

and he looked so alone, so sad.

And he was crying.

And I offered him a ride.

And what about the others?

Oh, you found them?

You k*lled them all?
Enrique

needed company.
He was so alone in that grave.

And what are the names
of the other two?

Why should I tell you?

You want to scare people, right?

Oh, here comes
the child psychology.

Do your best, bitch.

Police just think
these boys are runaways,

so nobody knows to be afraid
of a serial k*ller.

So tell me where the
bodies are buried,

and that'll change.

Certainly.
Do you have a pen?

Go ahead.

Take a left on Wizard Lane,
a sharp right on Paz.

It seemed fitting,

the "Wizard of Paz."

That's where I cut

all the scarecrows

into tiny little pieces.

And what are their names?

The scarecrows?

Luis

and Facundo.

I couldn't make out
their last names.

It's too hard to talk

when you've got
blood in your mouth.

That's how you k*lled them?
You smothered them?

Mm...

No.

This is how.

So, what do you think?

I think we're in a bad spot.

You think she did it?

I think he did it.

David, I love our debates
over these issues,

but not when it comes to m*rder.

I mean, that woman
knows facts the police

haven't released.

Okay. Let's just say,
for the sake of argument,

you're dealing with a patient
who's mentally ill.

Bridget is my patient?

Well, you're employed
by the Catholic Church

as a psychological consultant.

And your patient comes to you
confessing to m*rder.

What do you do?

Well, does she intend
to k*ll again?

No.

Well, then you're right.
I can't go to the police.

Patient/therapist
confidentiality.

Isn't that the same thing here?

Does this stuff
ever wear you down?

Yes.

We need to take a break.

Our drink?

Yes.

Okay. I'd like that.

The Italians want us back.

What? You're kidding me.
No.

We've agreed.

Personal questions
are off-limits.

I've never done therapy before.

You just say whatever
comes into your mind.

In movies, people
lie on the couch.

Should I do that?

It's usually women
who lie on the couch.

So why did you come in today?

You saw what Linda did
to me in the coffee shop.

I did.
How did that make you feel?

It sucks.
Like, I'm sure she probably told

all her stupid coworkers
and friends.

And how was I supposed to know
she gives everyone a nickname?

And what kind of person
does that anyway?

Someone who's a whore for tips?

Now I have to find
a new coffee shop.

Why would you
do that?

By going to another shop,
you give her your power.

She's the winner
and you're the loser.

And I don't work with losers.

It was nice
meeting you.

I'm not a loser.

I-I won't go to
a new coffee shop.

I promise.

If we're to continue,
you need to take this in.

You hold the power to make
your life what you want.

You need to get
back at her.
How?

If I do anything to her,
she'll tell the police.

People generally
don't believe women.

They overreact
and are emotional.

And if you
do it right,

she'll be too embarrassed
to tell anyone.

Be a man.

She crapped on you.

You crap on her.

We want to interview you

one at a time.

No. Together.

We need to know
what this woman wrote

for you in the detention center

before she was
deported.

The guard never gave it to us.

Did you question this guard?

No.
He disappeared on us.

What do you remember

of what she wrote?

Not much.
They were just fragments.

Have you seen what
she wrote earlier?

These? Yes.

Have you tried fitting these
into the full codex?

We have.

Look,

we want to help you.

But it would help us
if we saw the full codex.

That is not possible.

You're asking us to share...

...but you need to share, too.

This is the first time

the Poveglia Codex
has been outside of Italy.

I will turn the pages slowly.

Grace didn't write enough
to fill all these holes.

We understand that.

We want anything
you can remember.

What's that?

That is a hierarchy.

We have failed to decipher it.

Can you open it, please?

And you don't know what that is?

No. That is why Grace
would have been helpful.

She could have helped
fill in here,

by the legend.

How stupid of me.
I just realized.

Every moment that we were
in that detention center,

we were on surveillance cameras.

They might
have footage

of what Grace wrote.

Oh, my God, you're right.

There were cameras
in the visiting room.
Yeah.

I'll see what
I can get.

No, wait.

Wait, w-wait.
Please, wait.

What is it?

I recognize something.

No flash!

No flash!

Thanks.
Have a good day.

Sorry, but you...

you can't cut in front
of everyone like that.

Sebastian.
What?

Call me Sebastian.

Look, I really need you...

I don't feel right about
what happened the other day,

between us, so I just...

I wanted to give you something
to make things right.

Oh! Oh...

I don't understand.
Leland drew this?

Yes.

How did you get it?

Leland was here and
gave these to my daughters.

Leland was here?
Yeah, it's...

Why was he here?
It's a long story.

He was dating my mom.

Look, I took care of it.

I told her he's a psychopath.

What was I gonna say,
he's a demon?

Well, how did they...

They ran into each other
and they started dating.

Oh, my God.
I know.

She broke it off, so...

He didn't run into her.

He's targeting you.

David, I took care of it.

I have to be allowed
to take care of my family.

And he hasn't come back?

Correct.

You should burn these.

Okay.

But are these the same?

How does Leland
draw an insignia

from a 500-year-old book?

What?

What is it?

Sigils.

Symbols supposedly
with magic powers.

Demons use them
to recognize each other.

And why do they matter?

There.

It's...
Yes.

What is it?

"Anatas. The great beast.

"A mighty king
in the hierarchy

of devils and demons."

He rules over 30 legions
of infernal demons,

feeding off the sins
and lies of humanity.

Lies and sins that give him
strength and power.

So, Leland is a psychopath

who uses the metaphor

of demonology to give
his pursuits meaning?

If that's the best way
for us to communicate,

then... yes.

If he comes back, Kristen,
you have to tell me.

There are two
sides to this.

It's not enough
to just use logic.

If he comes back,
you're gonna have to

keep me from k*lling him.

Who are you planning
on k*lling?

The architect,
for making this door so thin.

Can I come in?

Sure.

David, this is, uh, Mira,
an old climbing buddy of mine.

Mira, this is David,

priest in training.

Priest, really?
Yes.

I should go.

Well, don't go on
my account, Father.

No, on my own.

I have to do some... priesting.

What are you doing, fleabagging?

You want a margarita?

No.

It's a school night.
Thanks, though.

You should wait till
you have kids,

it's always a school night.

How are the girls?

Oh...

hyper prepubescent balls
of contradiction

that I love more than anything.

Well, then, I'm sure
you can imagine

how the mothers of
these boys must feel.

Enrique.

Luis.

Facundo.

They were all picked up
at a bus stop in Hempstead.

Imagine if one of
those kids was yours.

Mira, I...

There's patient/therapist
confidentiality.

I checked, Kristen.

You don't have
a practice anymore.

I can't say any more.
You know that
makes you vulnerable.

What does that mean?
You mentioned details

that were not released
by the police.

It makes you a
person of interest.

Seriously?
Do I need a lawyer?

Do you?

Are you arresting me?
Kristen, we're friends.

But there's something
you need to remember.

If this guy intends
to k*ll again,

there is no
therapist privilege.

You need to tell the police.

So ask your client if he
intends to k*ll again.

My guess is the answer's yes.

And then you can
tell me. Understood?

Keep those.

To remind you.

She hasn't eaten

or drunk
anything in day...

You don't care.

Stop pretending.

I was more sad

than afraid
when I realized

what was happening.
Uh, let's-let's us
go out and kneel

and pray, okay?

Hello.

Hello, Howard.

Tell me who you're
going to k*ll next.

I no longer find you amusing.

Do men often
lose interest in you?

I wonder when he will.

You k*lled

these three.

Enrique.

Facundo.

And Luis.

These are the three
you admitted to.

I didn't admit to anything.

Do you plan on k*lling a fourth?

You said Enrique was alone.

Do you want to give him
a fourth friend?

You are so predictable.

You want a future crime
so that you can

tell the police about me.

What do you care, Howard?

Wouldn't get you in trouble,

it would only get
Bridget in trouble.

I care because you care.

And I don't like you anymore.

Tell me about your miscarriage.

I had a miscarriage, too.

Tell me about yours.

Hey...

Bridget.

Shut up! Quiet.

Silence! Shh.

Who are you now?

Kenneth.

Marcus.
Jonathan.

Chris.

Where's Howard?

Who cares? We hate Howard.
Despise.

Loathe.

Howard is a fool.

He's...

always making us do things.

Does Howard
intend to k*ll again?

Wizard of Paz.

Detective Byrd.

Detective Byrd.
Who's calling?

This has to be
completely anonymous.

You got it.

No, seriously, Mira.

This is being slipped to you.

There can be no mention
of the source,

no mention of our
earlier conversations.
Kristen,

I swear.
Tell me who the k*ller is.

No, I'll tell you where
I think the bodies are buried.

Boy, oh, boy, did she scream.

Remember that scream.

Remember how it made you feel.

That's power.
What next?

You need a community.

Here's an online community
on 8chan.

They call themselves
the Incel Army.

They share your feelings

about women, and they want
to put them into action.

What action?

They want men to act like men.

I've gotten you
a temporary invitation

into their circle.

They have some
interesting ideas.

Cool. Thanks.

And...

...there might be a service

required of you.

Good work, Ben.

Can you make it bigger?

It's just sentence fragments.

"Innocentium

occisio."
What does that mean--

"innocentium"?

"The innocents."

m*ssacre of the innocents.

From the Bible?

Yes. Herod's slaughter

of all male infants
under two years old.

So who are the innocents now?

These are sigils.
Possibly.

No, definitely.

This map is demonic.
We do not know that.

This is a hierarchy of demons.

There are 60 of them.

For 60 demons.

We need a copy of this.

No.

We return
to the Vatican tonight.

We just want a copy.
That is impossible.

All these whores still want

their husbands
to take care of them.

It's like,
you got to pay for it.

I shouldn't have to pay for it.

My mother was a good woman.

Cash. Credit.

Debit.

They all want the same thing.

Girls, they like
to be treated like crap.

I never got laid
until I was a jerk.

I was born here.
I'm a good American.

I deserve to get laid.
I deserve sex.

Get some, bro!
USA!

USA! USA!
USA!

USA!
USA.

Stop.

So let's go
do something about it.

Like what?

Take them out.

Where?

No.

Take. Them. Out.

Someone call it.

Gentlemen.

g*n...

or car?

"It takes with it seven
other spirits more wicked

than itself."

What does that mean?
It means the demon

is threatening to return
with seven more.

But it actually means
we're nearing the end.

It's the last thr*at.

Where's Dwight?

He needs to be here for this.

I just can't take it anymore.

I j... I j...

I just want...

Yes.
She said it.

All three.

Yes.

Okay.

It's almost done.

Thank God.

911. What's your emergency?

You're my love.

You're back.

You're back.

I love you so much.

Hey, we'll-we'll
have a new baby.

How dare you.

Hey, come over here.

You screwed me over.

You swore to not
mention it to anyone...
Shut up, Kristen.

Just know that you had nothing
to do with this arrest.

I didn't do it!

I didn't do it!
I swear.

Don't say anything, Bridge.
I'll call John. Don't worry.

Sir. Sir, I need
you to step back.

We need to talk.

I heard him.
On the phone. With 911.
The husband?

Yeah. I had a bad feeling

about that guy. He never
left her alone in the room

with us.
Mira said she received
an anonymous call

claiming to have evidence

that Bridget did it.

I think Bridget is innocent.

I think so, too.

I think the
husband did it.
Me too.

Okay, guys, I want
to agree with you...

but she knew where those kids
were buried.

Well, there is
a psychological condition

called coercive control.

A criminal husband
can dominate his spouse

and force her
to hide his crimes.

And sometimes,

the dominated spouse

will even take the blame
for the crimes.

Why does psychology
always sound like

a con to me? It does.

It's like religion
for grad students.

So you think the husband
is framing her for the murders?

I think both Bridget and Dwight
had access to the car,

and he would have had
the evidence to plant on her.

So what do we do?

I think it's time
that I offer him some...

spiritual counseling.

(Dwight panting,
grunting in distance)

Hey, David.

What's going on, Dwight?

These were souvenirs
that Bridget collected

from the crime scenes.

I was j...

I'm a good husband.

I was just trying
to keep them from the police...

I-I...

There.

Where'd you see that?

Dwight's hiding place.

Where he hid the m*rder weapons
and the souvenirs.

They arrested him?

Yes.
And released Bridget.

Good.

So these are, like,
demon symbols?

Yep. And this
is Leland.

Oh, my God,

you haven't
gone over to his side,

have you?
No, I'm just following
the psychopaths.

Psychopaths
seem to like

their demonology.

What, you recognize another?

Yeah, it's the same.

Okay,

so this guy's
influenced by symbols.

What does that mean?

So what are you thinking--

this artist is one
of Leland's psychopaths?

I don't know.

Who's the artist?

My father.