- A new door opened because of me.
I need the ledger to help me close it.
- Once the new door is closed, what then?
- I'll return.
- That's gold, Kal.
- Keep access tight.
- Fuck my life.
- Kill it! Kill it!
- Tasha, look, they're human.
- Why did you abandon us?
- I should rip your heart out and throw it to the Herd.
- But then I couldn't make things right.
- Gotta make it stop.
- Make it stop.
Make it stop.
- Make it stop. - Make it stop!
- Carrie.
- Mom?
- You know what to do.
Find me in Salem and I'll make it all stop.
You need rest, dear.
The pain, the loneliness,
the unending noise.
You'll be home.
Open that door, then find me.
- It was locked.
- But someone has the key.
- Disciples, don't let anything pass.
You know the drill.
- Thank you.
- Carrie, what are you doing?
- Ah!
- Shh. They'll hear you.
- No!
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!
- That snails really lasering into us.
- I cause so much death.
- That thing was going to cut my head clean off.
You're my hero. - She could have been saved.
- Hallelujah.
One step from Bible study and bake sales.
- No, really, she could have been saved.
I understand her.
My whole life, I felt like this cockroach,
so when someone treated me, you know, I--
good or-- I don't know, what's the word?
- With, like, kindness? - Trust?
I was theirs.
I cheated my way into the position of Guardian.
Thought I'll play the hero, win love.
Johannes showed me I'm a selfish nothing.
Carrie Ecker, the disappointment.
I began to think, I'm so worthless.
Doesn't everybody?
I ate its hatred like fruit.
- We all have selfish thoughts.
You are the strongest, most loyal person I know.
- You don't know what I did. - Try me.
- You'll hate me. - Try me.
- I let out the beast that started this.
All of those dead.
I was unwell, but...
I thought the world deserved it.
- Those fuckers put a child
in charge of guarding the gate to hell.
- Innocence is a virtue.
- You know what my responsibilities are?
Like, literally, just the dishes,
and I can't even do that. It's so boring. Oh, my God.
I make sandwiches because, voila, no dishes.
- If someone came to me and was like,
"Tasha, guard the literal gate to hell."
Minutes.
- Yeah, it's not true. - Girl, yes.
My mom saw that and then, poof, dead.
So you're right.
Maybe everything can heal.
We're working on it.
- Okay, good.
Because I got what I went back for.
Let's close the tear.
- Brolan.
- Tasha, Tasha--I-- something's wrong--
- Slow down. - I can't, I--
- I think he's have a bad trip.
- Oh shit, shit, shit.
Acid flashbacks.
Weird puberty.
Shit.
Shit, shit.
Not my fucking hair.
- You stay here, I'll go check on Nolan.
Dad keeps all his WPN stuff in a locked filing cabinet.
- Okay.
- The key is in the beer money box.
- Okay.
I'll have a plan to close the tear by the time you get back.
- I'll ask Nolan to come too. - Good.
We're going to need all the help we can get.
Just be safe, Tashie.
- Tashie? - What?
- Carrie, are you doing nicknames now?
- What? No, be quiet.
- Oh, my God. Care Bear, I'm so proud of you.
- Oh, sorry.
Sorry, I thought we were-- - Well, no, wait.
Are we hugging?
- Go this way. - Yeah.
- Pickles. - Sandalwood.
- Pickles.
- Bitch, Sandali 22, sandalwood.
It's becoming my portable shower.
Thanks for everything, Karaoke.
- Nolan, what's going on up there?
- I just need a second!
- Nolan! Hey!
- Okay.
One my invite Gehenna into Earth,
but never Earth into Gehenna.
A door may only be opened
or assigned by the faithful hand of the Herd.
And just as only the Bloodherd can open the Door,
only the Bloodherd can close it.
This fucking sucks!
Ah, ah!
- Why is there a rave in our house?
- I don't know, Gordon,
what the hell did you two talk about?
- What? He wants to be picked on less,
I told him to put on a suit of armor.
Blend more, be less overt.
- You told our child to pretend to be someone else?
- Yeah.
- You lost your dadding privileges for the week.
- Kid? Talk to us.
Nolan?
Honey?
Mom.
- Nolan?
Help.
- Kid.
Kid, are you all right?
- Snowball?
Not snowball.
- Khalil.
Khalil, you have to stop.
- I don't know if you practice it
at the Colony, but...
privacy, Carrie.
I'm a clown.
Clown around time.
You ever just let it ride?
Where's Tasha?
- I know you're in there.
- Okay.
- I know you're in there.
Right, Khalil?
- Yes, I'm... standing right here.
- This mineral, it's called devil's bone.
It's not gold.
Look.
I'm sorry you were exposed.
- I'm always sticking us at the edge of things.
It's always humid.
Grasses, lakes...
- Those in charge would never stoop so low,
do it themselves?
I know.
- We lose our house-- - I know.
- What more can I lose? - You're whole self.
Please, you have to stop.
Pressure points, just pressure points.
You're going to be okay.
- Hello?
Nolan?
- Nolan?
- Carrie.
- He's corrupted. He's not really your dad right now.
- Tasha, baby, your friend has lost her damn mind.
- I'm so sorry, dad.
Nolan's corrupted too. He's, um, not himself.
- Are their parents okay?
- They went to the police, like that'll help.
Holy shit, Carrie.
- If we close that tear,
cut them off of Gehenna's influence,
they stand a chance at getting back to normal.
Ready?
- Dude, duh. Let's go save the town.
- Whoo.
- Whoo! - Take that, Frisk.
- Frisky!
- Spoons,
I know you're up to some hectic shit in the afterlife,
so you probably can't hear me.
For you, spoons.
RIPIWP.
Rest in peace in West Pine, bro.
For life.
Try that shit on me, sicko!
See how you do!
- Ah, ah!
Reece, run!
- Yo, dudes, there's some drunk fucker out here.
Listen to this. Ah! Ah!
- Uh?
- Oh, cut off.
In honor of our fallen brethren,
which of you lads is man enough to claim
Timothy Spoons-in-ya-beans Richardson's title
as the one and only...
dumpster bitch?
Huh?
You.
You think you have what it takes?
- I can only do my best, liege.
- Very well, challenger.
Gentlemen, without further ado,
we bear witness to our dear friend,
Reece Whelan's courage.
Today, he becomes a man!
Hold your post!
Annihilation!
What the--
- Oh, my God.