Servant

Leanne. When she's angry, things go bad.

When she's happy, things go well. As long as we stay loyal to her.

And there's a term for something like that. The Faustian bargain.

What if she died?

What if she came back as something?

Fallen angel.

Leanne is a confused and completely ordinary girl.

That's bullshit.

This is how Leanne brought the child into your life.

An illusion.

I need your help getting Leanne back.

Through my deceit,

I have put this family in grave danger.

Well, it's still unclear how many Philly residents have lost power,

but our 8 News mobile team on the scene in Kensington,

where we have yet another location.

As you know, Walker, we have a Category 2 storm

nearing the greater Philadelphia area,

part of an increasingly bizarre pattern of seasonal weather.

Out here in Center City, it's already quite gusty.

Should we be worried about flooding?

We do have a flash flood warning in effect.

Lots of stalled cars.

And it looks like the storm drains are just barely keeping up.

Jeff, can you show the folks at home?

What is that strange noise?

Wow. You've heard that expression, "like rats climbing the mast," maybe?

That's what that looked like.

Speaking of rats, Center for Disease--

All air travel at Philadelphia International Airport

has been suspended at this time,

and road closings may not be far behind.

Tonight's storm coincides with a lunar eclipse,

so it really is black as night out there.

Now, have you ever wondered what happens to animals?

What are you reading?

Just--

You know me. I like to read weird stuff.

Psychiatric disorders?

Are you afraid you're losing your mind?

Hang on. One. Two. Three.

Three seconds.

That means the storm's epicenter is three miles away.

Does it scare you?

Of course not.

You're scared of something.

I mean, maybe on a macro level,

I'm a little scared of extreme weather events.

But every storm is the storm of the century.

That's how they keep us watching.

I wouldn't wait up for me tonight. I had a shitload of coffee this afternoon.

Okay.

…flee to the west coast.

Flash flood alerts from Missouri to Arkansas,

continuing east towards Pennsylvania.

As far as Philly is concerned,

this really could be the storm of the century.

Motorists are advised to avoid the Schuylkill Expressway.

As we continue to follow the storm coming up from the south,

-you can see the warm front lifting-- -Would you shut that off?

As it continues--

Shit. He woke up.

Sometimes if you don't make eye contact, he'll go back to sleep.

Why'd you bring the crib in?

He's safe in here.

I mean, if the storm wakes him up, he'll feel better if he's with us.

-Wait. Did you check all the windows? -Of course.

And did you put the big towel under the back door?

-Because that weather stripping leaks. -I did the big towel.

I don't even want to think about the basement.

We can't stay in the park anymore.

What do you want us to do?

If the storm doesn't want you here, then you should go.

We can't leave you here all alone. It's not safe.

Do you trust me?

You're my whole heart.

Then go.

Take the others.

And be my voice in the world.

Sorry I'm late.

I had to wait for Dorothy to fall asleep.

You sure he can get in the other end?

He said we just have to get her in there.

And he's just gonna talk to her, right?

Take her somewhere and deprogram her?

Absolutely. It'll be good for her.

You're gonna have to bring her though. She trusts you.

No way. She trusts you way more than she trusts me.

You're like a father figure.

But she knows I've been trying to get rid of her.

Also, how am I gonna say,

"Hey, I wanna see you in the basement at 2:00 a.m.?"

Besides, if you do it, you can make it a sex thing.

Wow.

Just when I thought you couldn't make this any more disgusting or morally abhorrent.

Oh, yeah, you're right.

We should grab her and drag her down four goddamn flights of stairs, Julian.

She's a fucked-up crazy person who's been stalking your sister half her life.

Are you with me on this or not?

-I'll get her down, okay? -Good.

Sean?

Sean?

Goddamn it.

Can you get something to clean up this mess so it doesn't destroy the floor?

Oh, Leanne.

I never met anyone like you.

Sometimes you remind me of myself.

Make sure you get under that lamp.

You and I, we're both… tenacious.

Never give up.

That's not always a good thing.

You keep acting like there's something wrong with me.

Like you want to get rid of me.

All I ever try and do is make you happy.

It's not your job to make me happy. It never was.

Why is it so impossible for you to like me?

Oh, Leanne.