Know Mercy

You can run, but you can't hide from what you are.

Now, you're an abomination

in defiance of the natural law of God!

Did you really think I wouldn't find out about you?

Stay here.

Okay. Wait, where are you going?

He won't stop, not unless I do something.

Be smart.

Why don't you come out now and make it easy on yourself?

And I even promise to take it easy

on that pretty gal of yours.

Spread out.

What about the woman?

She ain't never coming out of these woods.

Oof!

-No! -

Don't!

Please!

Edna! Edna!

Edna, I love you, baby, please.

- -Stay with me. Stay with me.

-Stay with me. -

Please? I can't do this life without you.

Go. Go.

-Get out of here. -I can't.

Go! Get out of here.

Run! Run!

- -I love you so much.

Don't let him get away!

Father Thomas, didn't even hear you.

Sorry, did I interrupt?

No. No.

Just lost in my thoughts.

Trust me. It's a much-needed interruption.

You know, I've seen you in here countless of times,

seeming the weight of the world on your shoulders.

My only prayer for you is that your burdens be lightened.

Yeah, well the burden is just a curse of a man

who doesn't know who he is, or what it's all for.

Come with me, my son.

Now tell me the thoughts that's been plaguing your heart.

I've been having those visions again,

of the ghost of who I was,

but with no real understanding

as to why I'm still here.

Hmm, I see, have a seat.

Death has been avoiding me.

He hasn't paid me a visit in over 600 years now.

When will this end?

My thoughts are when you complete

what you were sent here to do.

And what is that, exactly?

I can only imagine what you're going through,

but I can sense the time is near.

-A soup, please? -Miso soup, okay.

And what else would you recommend?

You know what?

The kimchi fried rice is actually my favorite.

-I would recommend that. -Okay.

Yeah, it's a little bit spicy, but...

-Oh, that's-- -

Oh, Hanokh.

Edna?

Yes?

My love, you know I love you

in a place where there is no space or time.

Would you do me the honor of being my wife?

Yes.

Yes.

-Oh! -

Oh!

Hmm!

-Oh! -I love you.

I love you, too.

Oh!

Hanokh.

My love.

Okay.

Oh.

-Hey, Hanokh. -Hey.

-Good to see you. -Good to see you, too.

-You want the usual? -Am I that predictable?

It's not a bad thing.

The food isn't gonna deliver itself, Alicia.

I swear I hear that damn bell ringing in my nightmares.

Can you move any slower?

Oh my God, Janet. I'm coming.

Find a reason each day

to make life more enjoyable,

and in due time, all will be revealed.

Here you are. The usual.

Wow, thank you.

Is everything good?

Yeah. Everything's okay.

I mean, it's just one of them days, I guess.

And Janet doesn't make it any easier.

This place is practically empty,

but in her mind, we're in a lunch rush.

Well, I mean, at least 20 people have walked by.

One's bound to come in.

Oh. So, are you taking her side?

- -No.

I'm just saying, if you stay ready,

you don't have to get ready.

I hope so, because, uh, we need the business.

Well, I'm doing my part.

I see.

So you're trying to keep me gainfully employed,

-is what you're saying? -Oh, absolutely.

Come on, hey. Move it.

What, Janet?

-There's no food. -I know there's no food.

But, uh, while you're flirting with your new boyfriend,

your old boyfriend's about to take your car.

-What? -Alicia, I cannot have you

bringing your drama to work.

It's bad for the business.

I'm sorry, I'll handle it.

You said you would handle it last time.

-I'll get rid of him. -You do that.

Rob, what are you doing? What are you doing?

Just getting my car, Alicia. Here's the rest of your stuff.

-Now give me my key. -What are you talking about?

This is my car. It's in my name.

Who makes the payments on the car?

Me! Yeah, this is my car.

-It doesn't belong to you. - Stop!

You're hurting me. Let go of me!

-Let go of me! - I let go of nothing!

-Give me my key. -Stop!

-Stop! You're hurting me. -Or what? Or what?

What's this?

I think you should leave.

-Mind your business. - No!

- -Rob!

Rob! Are you okay? Are you okay?

-Girl, get off me. -

Alicia.

Oh, your hand is bleeding.

Come on.

It's okay.

- - No!

- -What did you do?

- -

Rob, what did you do?

God! Alic--

-I just wanted my key! -

Don't just stand there. Someone call 9-1-1!

Please!

It's okay.

Ah!

-Just take me home. -No!

No, we gotta get you to the hospital.

-No! -I just need to go.

No, no, no.

You gotta keep applying pressure on it.

-No! No, no, no. -

Ah!

["Wait for Me" by Anita Tatlow]

I didn't know where else to go.

You did the right thing.

But your secret must remain.

Oh! Ah, ah, you need to rest, child.

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