Strange Angel

Frater J.P.? Got a special delivery here from a M. Therion.

But can you imagine an army

of true believers hanging on your every word?

- I can. - This work was intended

for the one true Magus of this lodge.

Will that man kindly step forward

and claim his mantle?

You and Alfred's workings

- are the least of my problems. - They weren't

just workings, Jack.

- Where's Susan? - She went to go see Alfred.

He turned himself in so the others could go free.

I accept full responsibility as Magus.

But you have another responsibility now.

Are you...

- Aleister Crowley? - Yes.

How can I help you?

He's in London.

There's no way you could have

been meeting with him.

He's been here the entire war.

This house, your company,

all came into existence

because you saw what others couldn't.

Tell me what you want.

I want it all.

JPL site to be spread over 20 acres

with four different research sections...

eight testing pits,

a wind tunnel,

a supersonic lab,

thermojet lab,

two hydraulic presses and everything else

we need to make us completely self-sufficient.

It will be the most advanced

rocketry facility the world has ever known.

Filled with the world's top minds.

I assume all these candidates

have the proper clearance.

Uh-huh.

Well, I've seen enough.

I just hope the facility lives up to its promise.

How soon can you start construction?

Very soon.

Sir, very soon.

Is this a fucking joke?

There wouldn't even be

a JPL if it wasn't for him.

We owe him a chance to get better.

You are a beast,

and a beast knows no bounds.

I'm yours.

Guess this is it.

- Yeah. - I cannot believe you're leaving.

The Magus has always been my guiding light,

so why would I stay?

The faith goes beyond him.

We have to reflect and rebuild.

Don't mind her.

Were up to me, we'd be going, too.

Love is the law.

Love under will.

Don't answer that.

It's probably another reporter.

Or Mildred calling to harass us.

Sticks and stones, Mrs. Parsons.

Well, that's easy for you to say.

You haven't been forced from your home.

Do you know what my landlord called me?

"A divorcée of questionable morals."

Can you believe it?

We're surrounded by philistines.

Yes. Precisely.

You've reached the fiery lake of sulfur.

How may I direct your call?

Patty?

Please don't hang up.

It's no one. I'll handle it.

What do you want, Daddy?

Hasn't Alfred's appeal already been submitted?

I want... I want to make sure we've done everything we can.

Virgil called.

Did you talk to him?

He's worried for me.

He thinks you and Jack are going to lose the house.

Why would he think that?

Are you?

Jack's had some trouble at work.

He won't tell me about it.

If we had to move, where would we go?

I don't know.

Would you take me with you?

Maybe I'll ask Jack when I see him.

Leave...

me...

alone!

You're not fucking real!

How do you know? Hmm?

Just because I'm not here in body

doesn't mean I can't be here in spirit.

There are two explanations.

Either you really are crazy,

or...

Or?

You ever heard of astral travel? Hmm?

Yes, I know. Sounds like hogwash,

being in two places at one time.

But I am the greatest magician of the last 300 years.

If anybody could do it... Yeah? Hmm?

You don't even look like this.

- Richard said you... - Richard.

Your good friend Richard.

Always seems to have your back

except when he's sticking a knife into it.

You're about to lose everything,

and right now I may be the only ally you have.

Of course they fucking approved it.

You're a salesman, Rich.

You learned from the best.

When did they say the first round of funding comes in?

Look, I know they're not my biggest fans right now,

but they'll come around.

Did you talk to Braxton and Wallace?

Topic was broached.

What you're cooking smells divine.

What's it called again?

- Enchiladas. - Enchiladas.

Rich, what did they say?

I got them to agree

to consider letting you remain a part of JPL.

But there are conditions.

You need to get a psychiatric evaluation.

I told you so.

There isn't a choice.

You need to regain peoples' trust.

- Including yours? - I'm your friend.

- I'm worried for you. - You're the reason this happened.

That's not fair. The truth

would've come to light eventually.

It was a misunderstanding.

It was a delusion.

People need to know that it was a momentary lapse

and not something that points to a deeper problem.

It's the best I can do.

Either you take the evaluation or...

Or what?

You get cut out of the project for good.

Good evening.

What's so fucking good about it?

Jack!

Can I help you?

I have a telegram from the United States Army.

I'm afraid your request for an appeal has been denied

given your signed confession.

It was made under duress.

It doesn't matter.

Now that you've pled guilty,

you have to prove your innocence.

So, where does that leave us?

Best we could hope for is parole for good behavior.

How long until that?

Well, less than five years. Ten, more likely,

given the nature of your crimes.

They'll want to make an example out of you.

This is a witch hunt.

We should file another request.

To the Supreme Court, if need be.

I'll give you two a moment

to discuss how you'd like to proceed.

You're very quiet.

Feels like you're giving up.

I'm not.

But we're running out of resources.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I don't know when I'll get another chance to tell you.

Five to ten years is a long time.

Lot can change.

You'll still have a home when you get out.

And is that all I'll have?

Guard.

Mrs. Parsons and I...

are done.

How was Richard's?

The military's given JPL final approval.

There's just one last hurdle.

That's great.

Sick again?

Doesn't stop.

Is there anything I can get you?

Mm.

Maybe some tea?

Okay.

Jack?

I've been thinking.

This baby...

feels like a sign.

Start of a new chapter.

For us, I mean.

Is this how you'd feel, even if he wasn't in prison?