The Gentleman From Hell |S1| Ep. 53

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Coach, the energy out there felt different.

What changed for the team today?

It was the new game day scratchers from the California Lottery.

Play is everything.

Those games sent the team's energy through the roof.

Are you saying it was the off-field play that made the difference on the field?

Hey, a little play makes your day, and today, it made the game.

That's all for now.

Coach, one more question.

Play the new Los Angeles Chargers, San Francisco 49ers, and Los Angeles Rams Scratchers from the California Lottery.

A little play can make your day.

Please play responsibly.

Must be 18 years or older to purchase light or claim.

Hey, I'm Paige DeSorbo, and I'm always thinking about underwear.

I'm Hannah Berner, and I'm also thinking about underwear, but I prefer full coverage.

I like to call them my granny panties.

Actually, I never think about underwear.

That's the magic of Tommy John.

Same, they're so light and so comfy, and if it's not comfortable, I'm not wearing it.

And the bras, soft, supportive, and actually breathable.

Yes, Lord knows the girls need to breathe.

Also, I need my PJs to breathe and be buttery, soft, and stretchy enough for my dramatic tossing and turning at night.

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Ugh, what the hell happened?

I

don't know.

We were upstairs, and now

the sparrows.

I remember the sound.

Sparrows!

It was everywhere.

Wings fluttering all around me.

Well, son of a bitch.

Yeah, that's right.

One of them got in.

Hopped right through the front door, but

that's about all I remember.

Elijah.

I heard him.

In my mind.

He summoned them.

Witch birds.

Somehow they knocked us all out and then brought us all here.

Um

does anyone else have a needle mark in their arm?

Shit, I do.

They even band-aided it.

I guess just met the alcohol swab they used to clean the site.

I even re-bandaged my bullet wound.

Since these bruises from the fake bullets don't sting anywhere near as they show them.

Thinking they even hooked me up with some painkillers.

Why the hell are they being so careful with us?

They wanted our blood to make up for the objects we took, but I have no idea why they took such pains about it.

Unless the ritual requires us to be in reasonably good shape.

Christ, we must have been out for a while.

It's almost three in the morning.

We need to get moving.

I'll juice up the resonator.

we gotta get into the panic room before the goddamn mist shows up

i don't know about that reasonably good shape requirement

here i got you ready

thanks

I need to snag a cane from the antiques room just to stay on my feet.

Phyllis, what happened up there?

Between you and that man?

I wish I knew.

I just...

Well, I entered his mind.

More than that, I think.

The resonator's gone.

Along with all the rest of the equipment.

Speakers, computers, firearms, all of it.

Wait a minute.

Son of a bitch, they took my piece.

All the mine are gone, too.

The same goes for me.

What the hell are we going to do?

Black noons right on top of us.

I stashed a bunch of equipment in one of the back storage rooms.

I wonder if they took that too.

We should check it out.

Salvage what we can.

What good is equipment against what's coming?

We at least need flashlights, radios, whatever we can use to move around the mansion.

Well,

whatever's going to happen, have lights.

No, I don't think that's a good idea.

What are you talking about, Phil?

What's not a good idea?

Staying in the mansion.

The rite of dissension is being performed on the anniversary of the sparrows' death, where they were buried in unhollowed earth, where their mother died trying to dig them free from hell.

Right below our very feet.

Rite of dissension?

We really don't have time for lengthy explanations.

Suffice it to say, my clairvoyance has been working overtime.

But I think, oh, I know, we need to get away from the mansion before the mists arrive.

But

I'm here.

We're defenseless.

I think that'll be the case no matter where we go.

But it will be far worse here.

Trust me.

Help you heard it, folks.

Time to go.

I'll hit the storage room and grab whatever I can.

Someone pulled the truck around.

I'll get it.

I guess I'll just stay here and limp around.

You can help me pack up some of the food.

Shotting.

Oh, God.

We better hurry.

The Mr.

Sergeanta Farm.

Oh, fuck.

Leon!

We gotta go, ASAP!

Well, we can only take what we can carry.

All the vehicles are gone.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Okay, I grabbed as much.

Just so we can carry, Leon.

They took all the trucks.

Fucking great.

Well, there's flashlights, a bunch of spare walkies, and that lantern we took from Gaffney's car.

With all the electrical problems Ben had during Black Noon, I'm thinking old-fashioned might be the way to go.

That's the elevator.

It's coming up.

Alright, let's move it.

No matter what happens, we stay glued.

Through the woods, the streets?

Where do we go?

Let's walk along the edge of the woods.

Safer that way.

We keep clear of both the deep forest and the city.

That's fine by me.

I know.

We don't have a choice.

But I still can't believe we're doing this.

We gotta go.

The elevator's almost here.

Good God.

It's like a different world out here.

Everything's so washed out.

We shouldn't be here.

This place.

It's all wrong.

Whatever's happening here, it's better than what happened the other night when the Saturdays showed up.

Maybe, maybe not.

While it looks similar, this isn't exactly Cold Sparrow anymore.

Cold Sparrow never had towers like those.

You're right.

It's like the whole city's transformed.

Mutated.

Good lord, an earthquake!

Look, the mansion.

It's sinking.

The earth.

It's cracking open.

We gotta get out of here.

Come on!

Run!

Mace!

Just keep going!

I'll get you!

The fuck you will.

Come on, I got you!

You're a stubborn frick.

You know that?

I'll have it tattooed on my arm if you shut up and move your ass.

Yeah.

We're clear of the tremor.

We can rest.

You're all right about getting out of the mansion.

It looks like it's about ready to tumble straight into the ground.

Not yet, it won't.

Not till the sparrows finish their ritual.

I take it that's what you meant by the ritual of dissension.

It's like the hole the sparrows were thrown in so many years ago opened away.

Straight to hell.

That's what this has been about the whole time.

Building a bridge to hell.

One sin at a time.

Oh, I I for one.

Listen, do you hear that?

Is that coming from underground?

We need to get as far away from here as we can.

I second that.

Are those church bells?

I think I can see movement in the streets.

Way over there.

Hard to tell with the fog, though.

You brought the binos,

right?

Yeah, I got him right here.

I can see a church steeple just over the rooftops.

That church was never there before.

And there's.

What the hell?

What is it?

I don't know what to call them.

Humanoids?

Ghouls?

They're warped corpses.

Some of them even look mutilated.

There are dozens of them coming out of the houses, walking towards the church.

We need to get away from here.

And where would he be going, my dear?

Watch on earth.

You stay the fuck back.

Or I swear to fuck I'll...

Here,

when the bell tolls...

It tolls for you.

Behind us!

Four of them!

Look, just stay back.

We don't want any trouble.

Oh, there's far more

where we came from.

And we'd love for you to join us.

I

don't think they belong here.

They're not lost.

Not yet.

Oh, there's life in them.

I can smell it.

Twas me who found them.

They're mine.

And what does the priest say about sharing?

Life, like the tolling of the cracked bell,

belongs to all of us.

The fuck it does!

Run!

Come on, go, go!

It struck me!

They're still behind us.

There's a cord field up ahead.

Maybe we can lose a minute.

I can't keep up

this pace.

Up you go then.

Take good care of her, Leon.

And look after my family if you get out of this.

What the fuck are you talking about, Mace?

Let's go!

I can't.

Too busted up.

I'm buying as much time as I can.

No, Mace, don't you dare!

Mesa more.

But we can...

Get the fuck out of here!

Now!

Mace.

I'm okay.

Me too.

Me too.

Please don't do this.

Please.

I'm begging you.

Ain't got a choice.

I'm sorry, Phil.

Yo, Leon.

Go!

Get her out of here.

Come on.

We gotta go.

No,

me, please, no.

You don't need to do this.

I'm sorry, the way things worked out, Pauline.

Emily,

Grace,

Frank.

I fucked it all up.

I love you all more than you all might be able to tell you.

The fight seems to have left this one.

I still

smell some life

clinging to those bones of his.

There's hardly enough for all of us.

We'll have to draw straws.

You

just try it.

Oh, we intend to do far more than simply try you.

Then stop talking and throw down, you motherfuckers.

That's a splendid idea.

Answer, you fuckers.

Come get sir!

Fuck you!

What's the situation?

Managed to get a lot of people out through the back stairs, but the ceiling on three just collapsed.

Don't know how many might be trapped up there.

Roger that.

This way!

Fire hasn't reached the hallway yet.

Everyone over here

We have to help them.

It's too late.

They're gone.

Hurry this way

Where now we gotta get to the stairs they might be clear

fuck, the door stuck.

Stand back.

You hear that?

Little busy at the moment.

Come on, let's go.

Fire hasn't made it this far.

We might be able to get out this way.

I don't think that was the fire.

It's the Nephilim.

We have to hurry.

It's coming!

Hey, Martin, where you going, pal?

I thought you and I were a team, watching each other's back and all that.

What happened?

You chose a skirt over your partner?

Ignore it.

It's just trying to play with your mind.

You hear me answering him?

You gonna tell him, Martin?

Or should I?

You know as well as I do, the chances of an untrained old man and a simpering girl trout surviving are about the same as a goldfish in boiling water.

You know we'll get him.

Eventually.

Fuck!

The smoke is getting thicker this way.

Gotta take the next landing back into the hallways.

There's debris blocking the stairs.

It's not much.

We can move it.

Come on, give me a hand.

Do you know what they did to me, old buddy of mine?

I was just driving along, minding my own business, when all of a sudden my tire went flat.

Naturally, it was them who did it.

Probably knifed it in just such a way that it took a bit before it went kaput.

And I wasn't swift enough to find the track they stuck underneath the car.

Keep it up, we're almost through.

They just pulled up behind me.

I took a couple rounds before I went down.

I was always a fighter, you know me.

Neck Danny, let's get to that landing.

Well, when they got what they wanted out of me, they took everything else out of me, too.

Just opened me up right in the middle of the road.

Throw my organs up into the trees for the buzzards.

Knop's cool to the touch.

Stand back, just in case.

Don't need to get fried in the backdraft.

All clear, let's go.

Yeah, I am opening up for you, and you're taking off.

Maybe...

The smoke's thinning.

I think we can get out through here.

It's coming through the ceiling!

Get back!

Army!

The time for our final meeting is at hand, Dr.

Loctrum.

The only question that remains is shall I make you watch her die swiftly or slowly?

Let her go!

No!

Put her down!

Please!

I'll do whatever you want.

You know perfectly well what I want, Doctor.

The pages.

They're in a barn in...

Vermont.

606, Doghill Road.

Take them.

They're yours.

Just please, don't hurt her.

I thought I made my intentions clear.

None of you will leave this place alive.

But take comfort in this.

Before you ascend beyond this realm, I will grant you an eternity of suffering.

A memory of hell itself to fester forever in your minds.

And you can go straight back to hell.

How?

You will live a thousand lives of agony for that.

Lenor!

Run!

There is nowhere to run, little girl.

The world beyond the fire belongs to us as well.

Lenor, this way!

Run!

With my last breath upon this earth, I will know the taste of your blood, your brains, your

Fell through the floor.

It's done.

Let's get out of here.

I think everyone's out that can get out.

Roger that.

Start pulling your teams back.

Copy.

All right, everyone.

Pull back.

Pull.

Wait.

I see something.

Over there.

Survivors.

Where?

All right, go.

Get him out of there.

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Coach, the energy out there felt different.

What changed for the team today?

It was the new game day scratchers from the California Lottery.

Play is everything.

Those games sent the team's energy through the roof.

Are you saying it was the off-field play that made the difference on the field?

Hey, a little play makes your day, and today it made the game.

That's all for now.

Coach, one more question.

Play the new Los Angeles Chargers, San Francisco 49ers, and Los Angeles Rams Scratchers from the California Lottery.

A little play can make your day.

Please play responsibly.

Must be 18 years or older to purchase play or claim.

Hey, I'm Paige DeSorbo, and I'm always thinking about underwear.

I'm Hannah Berner, and I'm also thinking about underwear, but I prefer full coverage.

I like to call them my granny panties.

Actually, I never think about underwear.

That's the magic of Tommy John.

Same, they're so light and so comfy, and if it's not comfortable, I'm not wearing it.

And the bras, soft, supportive, and actually breathable.

Yes, Lord knows the girls need to breathe.

Also, I need my PJs to breathe and be buttery, soft, and stretchy enough for my dramatic tossing and turning at night.

That's why I live in my Tommy John pajamas.

Plus, they're so cute because they fit perfectly.

Put yourself on to Tommy John.

Upgrade your drawer with Tommy John.

Save 25% for a limited time at tommyjohn.com/slash comfort.

See site for details.