Strange Angel

Using stratosphere rockets

dropped on us from 60 to 70 miles up,

Germany is engaged in another form

of terror raiding.

To flying bombs is added V2,

another wholly indiscriminate weapon

used as a morale booster

for the German people.

It's the truly typical effort of the mortally-injured Nazi beast

to attempt to tear down everything as he goes under.

What would you say was Mr. Donovan's state of mind

on the night in question?

I mean, the guy had a screw loose.

Wasn't anyone's

fault but his own.

Where were you at the time of the explosion?

The one you really should be talking to is Jack.

He's the last one to see him alive.

In your opinion,

why did Mr. Donovan commit suicide?

This wasn't a suicide.

Frater E.D. ascended.

His body of light has become one with the universe.

What are you talking about... ascended?

Ascension is what we are all striving for...

to come ever closer to the divine.

But this was not ascension.

This was the demise of a broken man

led down the wrong path.

There's a lot of conflicting reports about what happened,

but a lot of them implicate you.

Ernest wanted to die.

I was the only one that tried to stop him.

What about your Magus?

He was... he was too preoccupied.

With what?

Let's just say, the Magus prioritizes the needs

of some people over others.

And unfortunately, Ernest slipped through the cracks.

This is Orange Grove's darkest hour.

This cult has turned Arthur Fleming's magnificent estate

into a stomping ground for perverts,

homosexuals and Negroes.

I had my life threatened.

Attacked because I dared speak against them,

but their blood lust won't be sated.

What happened here was no accident.

It was a human sacrifice.

You do realize why I have a hard time

taking any of your claims seriously?

Your stepfather's been a prominent member

of this community for decades.

Got the church behind him.

You have a fringe religion that uses sex

and the promise of great powers to manipulate its members.

Your own husband

has said the leader of your cult

has been abusing that power.

The only abuse of power I see is the one

that's happening right in front of me.

Coroner's report came in.

Bones we found in the rubble are from a goat.

We don't have a body?

Donovan used over 200 gallons of Class-A explosives.

Anything within 15 feet

of the blast would have been incinerated.

Doesn't matter. We don't have a body, we don't have a case.

Hey, Detective?

You got to listen to this.

What do you got? The recordings we found?

Looking for help, and they were just 14, 15.

They weren't ready to be mothers.

Jesus.

So you gave them freedom.

You honored their will?

Yes.

All right, listen to the rest of these. Now.

Let him greet the sun at dawn,

giving the sign of his grade.

And let him say in a loud voice:

Hail unto Thee who art Ra in Thy rising, even unto Thee

who art Ra in Thy strength.

I could feel his thighs

tremor in my hands as he came.

Was the best dice game in Vernon.

Any time she ask, I just tell Betty

I was out trying to drum up gigs.

Angie's husband would get violent on her,

so, when he came looking for her, I paid some guys

from the shop to show him how it feels.

There. Doesn't it feel better

to unburden yourself?

Mr. Parsons,

you can go.

It's about goddamn time.

- Not all of you. - Hold on. You're under arrest.

- Six of you are under arrest. - Hands behind your back.

- We're taking you in for bookmaking. - Well, what are...?

What are you doing? These people had nothing

to do with Frater E.D.'s actions.

They're all on record admitting to other crimes.

What do you mean?

They told him,

and he recorded it.

The fuck is he talking about?

All right, let's go.

Get up.

What is he talking about?

I don't understand.

We'll get a lawyer first thing. We'll get you out of here!

Come on.

For as much as thou hast made

the Law of Freedom thine,

thou hast lived

in light and liberty and love.

I still don't understand why he did it.

Ask him.

He's more likely to tell you the truth.

You're still angry.

What did you mean when you said they weren't just workings?

Are you in love with him?

I'm not.

All right, now, back it up.

You should go to hell!

Get out of Pasadena!

Sinner!

The cult permits

lewd conduct...

Shh, he's coming.

This is ridiculous.

Everybody listen up!

You can't always believe what you read in the papers, okay?

There was no human sacrifice.

There was a lot of booze and some fun that got out of hand,

but that is it.

Now, everybody get back to work.

Everything is fine.

You heard him. Get back to work.

I'm sorry, Mr. Parsons,

but you're no longer authorized.

What are you talking about? My lab is back there.

I'm just the messenger, sir,

but your security clearance has been revoked.

Who issued that order?

I know you're in there, you son of a bitch!

Come out and tell me yourself!

Fuck.

Sounds like Jack's here.

He didn't leave me much choice.

Mr. Parsons either knew he had a Nazi living in his home

and failed to report it, or he didn't know,

which shows an utter lack of judgment.

Either way, Mr. Parsons has proven himself

to be a major security risk.

Surely, Professor, Jack...

Richard, friendship is an admirable quality,

but our responsibilities are more than one man.

Professor's right, son.

And with Mr. Parsons off the project,

the main obstacle to funding JPL has been removed.

So, now,

back to business.

Go ahead and crack open those folders.

As I'm sure you know by now,

the Krauts have started pounding London

with their V2s, but there is

the smallest sliver of a silver lining.

One of the V2s

that landed in Dulwich failed to detonate.

We have an intact V2?

Not we.

Our allies in Britain.

Yes, our colleagues there have invited us

to examine it in person.

Of course, a mission like this

requires the utmost secrecy,

so that means that no one...

and I do mean no one...

outside this room can know about it.

- Jack... - Who does Wallace think he is,

keeping me out of the project I created?

Jack, that party was a disaster.

Hey, if any of what Wallace said is true, then...

What?

Then you are a security risk.

I trust you haven't divulged any information you shouldn't.

You had no fucking right. I did nothing wrong.

You withheld information, and you lied to a federal officer.

- Withheld what information? - About the people in your house.

I didn't know she was a...

She was a Nazi. I know.

But what you don't know can kill you, Jack.

- Brigitte fled Germany. - That's right,

and she happened to ensconce herself in the home

of a prominent military scientist.

And now, maybe, maybe that's a coincidence,

but when it comes to threats of national security,

there can be no margin for error, and the same goes

for your relationship with Aleister Crowley.

For the last time, I do not have