Strange Angel

Sing unto me the rapturous love song.

Burn to me perfume.

Don't touch me. Don't... let go.

I'm not here to spill secrets.

I'm here to restore your friends faith.

I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

There is something I have to tell you.

Am I a part of your workings?

A man of will knows no boundaries.

Stay the fuck away from me.

Don't... - I want my wife back.

I quit.

About time you guys showed up.

Before you get your drawers in a twist...

- You knew. -

And you never said a word.

What are you talking about?

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

Marisol.

I tried to warn you.

I told you she was shining you on.

From that, I'm supposed to deduce that she was put up

to the whole thing by that-that deranged group?

They're not deranged. They're the only reason

any of this happened. It worked.

- Now you really have lost it. Guys?

You really think you could've sold the project

if she hadn't been boosting your ego?

Guys?

Can you see were in the middle of something?

- How'd you come up with it? - Come up with what?

Using asphalt as a fuel.

That's what I was trying to tell you guys.

There was a fire on the roof of my garage.

When I went up there to put it out, I saw...

I saw...

What?

The tar had melted in the heat.

And the answer just hit me, kind of like Richard here.

Asphalt could be the answer to the paradox.

It pours as a liquid but hardens into a solid once it cools.

The rocket I just tested produced a constant thrust

for an entire minute.

If you don't believe me, just run a test for yourself.

- Why are you doing this? - What? Saving the day?

No. Trying to worm your way back onto the team.

You're the one who quit.

Who says I want to come back onto the team?

If my solution works, use it.

Now what?

Guys, this could actually work.

I just felt like a goddamn jackass, giving it away.

Your colleague needs to be convinced he needs you,

and the only person hell be convinced by is himself.

He better.

This demonstration for the military needs to work,

and I need to be there when it happens.

Just keep focused on your intention.

Believe me, I am focused.

I am like a goddamn razor blade.

And still, you doubt?

I don't doubt this. I doubt Richard.

I doubt Caltech, I doubt the military.

I doubt anyone who isn't one of us.

At least you no longer have to include

Mrs. Parsons on that list.

I'd love to know what you did to make her come around.

- Ask her. - You don't think I've tried?

You know I can't divulge

what transpires in these sessions.

Even if she's my wife?

Especially if she's your wife.

It's quite a thing,

to be the keeper of everyone's secrets.

Yes?

A letter came.

It's not addressed to you.

: It's for him.

For as it says in Romans 13,

verse eight...

"Owe..." oh, no, I said Romans 13.

Y-You typed "12."

For as it says

in Romans 13, verse eight,

"Owe no man any thing, but to love one another: "

"for he that loves another hath fulfilled the law..."

You getting all this, Susan?

Uh... Could you repeat that last part?

What is going on with you?

Excuse me.

Susan.

Susan.

Tell me what's wrong.

Nothing.

Well, I... I can see for myself it's not nothing.

You haven't been yourself for weeks.

I feel much better. We can get back to work.

"Based on your dedication to the workings"

"and the illuminations contained therein, I am writing"

"to invite you to become Man and Brother of the faith."

He's inviting me to ascend to the next degree.

Can you believe that? Crowley himself.

Uh-huh.

I wonder how he even knew about me.

And get this: "It is an honor"

"to have a true man of science in our midst.

"One who can help legitimize the work.

- Jack... - "In aiming for the stars,"

"You are helping to further our cause here on Earth."

You seem flattered.

Shouldn't I be?

So you're going to accept?

I don't want to go any deeper into this thing

unless it's gonna be something we do together.

I've been going.

Yeah, to the private purging sessions.

But you haven't been participating in the rest of it.

Why is that important to you?

I want this to be something we share together,

with no more misunderstandings, or secrets between us.

For the official demonstration,

we will actuate the triggering mechanism

inside the cockpit.

Once you flip the switch,

the rocket motors will combust, increasing acceleration

and decreasing the length of runway

required to reach take-off speed.

Hear the Japs are working on planes that can take off

from a submarine, using a dang catapult.

Of course they are. They are a devious people.

Our solution is far more sophisticated.

It's our first time testing the JATOs attached to a plane,

but they seem to be operational.

Seem to be?

What he means is, our most recent test

with just the rocket motors went off without any problems.

Well, what about the tests before that?

Guys, it's gonna be me up there on demonstration day.

Something goes wrong, it'll be me paying the ultimate price.

The fact of the matter is, once we made the switch

to an asphalt-based fuel,

the previous issues wed been experiencing went away.

Well, so long as they're safe.

That's what were here to demonstrate.

On my count.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Wait!

No goddamn way I'm flying with those things

strapped to my wings.

Fuck.

Hi.

So this is where you've been living?

I'm looking for the Magus. Is he in?

Care to join me for a tipple?

Or perhaps

we could have a short stroll.

Take advantage of this weather.

I was surprised myself.

It's not often the Master takes such an interest in a minerval.

How did he even know about him?

Crowley has his ways.

Well, Jack isn't going to accept the invitation.

Not unless I...

Not unless you what?

He wants Thelema to be something

we can share fully.

And what do you want?

Workings are not to be undertaken lightly

or against your will.

Workings. Ascension.

For people so devoted to uncovering the truth,

why not call it by its actual name?

What words would you prefer I use? Sodomy?

Fornication? Sin?

Because these words do not describe what we do.

They are words used by those who seek to limit and control.

Words you learned to speak in the confessional.

It's not the words, it's the behavior.

You're right. It is the act, not the label.

It's a method to know oneself,

and by so doing, to know God.

You believe in God?

Not just God, but the Goddess.

Nuit, the great mother, the source of all things.

Her power is within you, waiting to be unleashed.

You are on the precipice,

but until you confront the source of your shame...