Helstrom

- But why? - Honey, please.

Please, just stay here, okay.

Let's pretend like we're playing a game.

Everything is just fine. I promise, I will be right back.

Be quiet like little mice, okay.

Keith,

what are you looking for?

Can you tell me where you've been?

Away.

The police were here.

Twice. I didn't... I didn't know what to tell them.

They think that you helped those patients escape.

Is it true?

Tell me... I need to know what's going on.

Where have you been?

Stop it!

Let me go!

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

You didn't bring napkins?

Well, look who's back to his high-maintenance self.

Derrick is gonna kill me.

I sent him a text from your phone.

You're good for the next 24 hours.

That's awfully thoughtful of you.

No, I prefer "tactical."

I don't want him sending SWAT to our office.

So what was this Keeper Demon saying to you

when you were, you know, batshit crazy?

I can't remember.

I couldn't understand.

I just...

I could just feel what it wanted.

Does that make sense?

Yeah. So you felt like it wanted you to kill my mom?

I guess?

I... don't know.

Sorry about that, by the way.

Hey, you would've been doing us a favor.

Daimon's the one who would have been pissed.

Please.

You didn't always hate your mom.

What're you talking about?

When you first got to the foster home, you cried for her.

I don't cry.

You did cry.

You ugly cried.

Sometimes it was just in your sleep, but other times,

you couldn't hold it in.

We would hide in the basement until it stopped.

It's okay to miss your mom, Ana.

Not the thing that's puppet-mastering her, but your actual mom...

Are you done?

She's literally in the same building right now.

I'll take that as a no.

You know,

I don't feel like getting lectured from a person

who left me a bread crumb trail of half-eaten rats.

At least she's still alive.

Some of us don't have that.

Okay, I think Daimon's with her, but...

I can put in an appearance if it will shut you up.

Where do you think you're going, Rat King?

To a five-star hotel where I can order Chateauneuf-du-Pape to the room.

Unh-unh. You're staying here.

Hastings wants you under observation and so do I.

I'm fine.

Ana, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

It needs me!

Let me out!

- Ellis, right? - Yes, ma'am.

No, it needs me.

Let me know if he continues to make a fuss.

- And let Hastings know too. - Of course.

They usually simmer down at night after their meds.

Yeah, you haven't seen what this one's got.

He's kind of a special case.

I put the other boxes in the car.

What did Hastings say?

Caretaker's still not picking up his phone.

I don't know why he dragged you into this or why she never told me about this place.

She probably knew you'd want to shut it down.

The Blood wouldn't have liked that.

Well, I don't give a shit what the Blood like,

and I look forward to telling them that.

I'm sorry, um, you should get back to your mom.

Hey,

you did the right thing bringing me here.

I should have told you sooner.

It's not your fault.

Um... we should give them a proper burial.

We will.

Do you really think your dad did this?

I...

Demons don't just fall in line for anyone. It takes real power.

We would have seen a lot more chaos if they'd just been set free.

You mean this place would have looked worse than it already does.

You've seen how they like to make a statement.

What happened here was organized. Get in,

kill the Blood, take the patients.

What do you think he wants with them?

I have no idea. We should go.

- Um... - It's okay.

I covered them.

It's okay.

Not too close.

We have to help her.

She's dying.

Wait.

Let me say Last Rites.

I thought only priests gave Last Rites.

And I thought only priests performed exorcisms,

but here we are.

Almighty and merciful God,

who hast bestowed upon mankind saving remedies

and the gift of everlasting life,

look graciously upon us Thy servants

and comfort the souls which Thou hast created,

that in the hour of their passing cleansed from all stain of sin

they may be presented to Thee, their Creator,

by the hands of the holy angels.

Ma'am, what's your name?

Yessenia... Flores.

Through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Amen.

The sodium in this shit is off the charts.

If the patients don't kill you, the food will.

Why haven't you visited your mother?

I was with Yen.

Victoria's alone.

What?

I figured big brother would be with her.

That one's got serious mommy issues.

The Blood have been putting possessed people in comas

and locking them in a hotel.

Say that again, but this time use words that make sense.

- The patients have disappeared. Daimon thinks someone woke them up.

Let me guess. "Someone" that we're related to

whose name rhymes with Dad?

Several people were killed.

Daimon's been trying to figure out what's going on.

- Where the hell's 'Taker? Those are his people.

Called the man a dozen times. No answer. Voice mail's full.

Ana, I've got rounds.

I need you to stay with your mom,

keep her lucid while we wait for Daimon to get back.

Then we can figure out what to do about your father.

You want me to babysit while my dad's out there with a demonic army?

We can worry about more than one thing at a time. Trust me.

Making a connection with Victoria is key.

She's fighting to be with you.

Yeah. She sure is.

I know confronting a monster is easier than it is a human being.

But I suggest you pull your shit together

and stop taking this time for granted.

Fine.

While you're with her, please don't mention the missing patients.

- Or the dead people. - Or the dead people.

Nice backpack.

The Keeper's holding the demon at bay.

I need to keep it close.

Is the Keeper a colorblind six-year-old?

Hastings found it in lost-and-found.

Should've stayed lost.

Me or the bag?

The sandwich isn't half-bad. Thanks.

Yeah. I was already getting stuff for Yen.

He's a real asshole when he's... hungry.

How's he feeling?

I was told I owe him a debt of gratitude...

He's fine.

I know Daimon lives in town,

but Dr. Hastings never told me where you're at these days.

San Francisco.

I love San Francisco.

I went there as a kid.

Are we done yet?

With what?

Small talk,

it's the emoji of polite conversation.

For the young or the simple, of which you are neither.

What's an "emoji?"

Did you know my father was a serial killer?

Of course not.

But you were his wife.

You slept in the same bed as him, I assume.

Honey,

- sit down. - No.

So you had no inkling that the man you married and had two children with

was the literal embodiment of evil?

'Cause it was really obvious to me on our daddy-daughter excursion.

Were you willfully ignorant or just stupid?

Maybe both. I don't know.

Bullshit!

Your father was so charming and

kind when we first met.

I was so young

and... overwhelmed by him.