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[ominous chanting]
[chanting continues]
[distant thumping]
[fire crackling]
[loud growling]
[faint thumping]
[loud growling]
[loud thumping]
-[door thuds] -[fire flares]
[dramatic music]
[loud growling]
[gun clicks]
[loud growling]
[Satan] You are mine, and no one else's.
You are mine, and no one else's.
[dramatic music]
I need your help, Annika.
[Annika gasps]
[gentle music]
I need your help, Annika.
What is it, Grandmother?
It's a prayer.
Your mother's going to need you.
I can't do this.
[faint thumping]
[dramatic music]
[Roslovic] Sympathy.
Challenge for us all.
To find a way to love
not just your enemy, but
one who is evil at their core.
That right there is the kingdom of God.
Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.
Jesus said this of the men
who were killing him.
And I say, even if they are certain of what they do,
you forgive them.
You pray for them.
You accept them.
Evil begets evil.
Evil doesn't give up.
It doesn't shy away.
And when you run from it, if you,
if you, if you shun it, if you reject it,
it will return.
To confront is to overcome.
And it can be overcome
with love.
When pure evil is staring you in the face,
you must summon every, every ounce
of your sympathy and your love to help vanquish it.
And you must be prepared to do that time
and again.
[eerie music]
[TV playing faintly]
[Johanna] Little Mary learned that the
monster she thought there to protect her
was instead there to harm her.
Evil creatures
come from once good fallen creatures
and thus bears a resemblance.
For good
can be created from nothing,
whilst evil
can only be the total ruination of that
which was once good.
And little Mary now knew without a doubt
that she was in fact good.
-Read it again. -Tomorrow night.
Was your hand hurting?
-A bit. -Hmm.
Well, it's only been two days.
These things can take months to heal.
This should be a reminder
never to leave the house without me.
Ever.
These are the kinds of things that happen
without your mother.
Mama?
Yes, dear.
How will Father Roslovic know?
Well, he'll be the first one you call.
Okay?
I want to die when you do.
You'll be fine with Father Roslovic.
He knows what to do.
-But-- -You sleep tight.
And in the morning we will call William,
and then Martin,
and then Therese,
and then Annika.
We call them every day, and they never call us back.
They don't want to hear from me.
Everyone wants to hear from their mother.
Never too late.
Mama?
Yes, dear.
You've given me a good life.
I've tried.
-I love you. -I love you.
[door shuts]
[Harriet screams]
Oh, Mama!
-[ominous music] -Mama!
[Harriet screaming]
Mama! Mama!
Mama!
Oh, it's okay, darling.
Okay, it's okay.
Mama!
You're mine and no one else's.
[gentle music]
[clouds thundering]
[gentle music continues]
Mama?
Mama!?
[screeching]
-[bubbling] -[Harriet gasps]
[screeching]
-[thunder crashes] -[dramatic music]
[Harriet groaning]
[body thuds]
[Harriet stuttering]
[Harriet screaming]
[dramatic music continues]
[phone vibrating]
I'm about an hour away. Where are you?
Therese, then just, just get a cab.
I don't know, just hail one.
Okay, okay. Just--
-[window knocking] -I'll order you one, just--
-Send me your address, okay? -[car door clicks]
Yeah. Okay.
-All right. -[car door thuds]
[William clears throat]
[car door shuts]
Hey, Martin.
Thanks for picking me up.
-It's good to see you. -Yeah.
-Yes. Yeah. -[bodies thud]
How was the, how was the train?
How was the plane?
-It was long. -Long, yeah.
So you're still okay to split this car rental
-with me, yeah? -How much?
It's $125, that's $75 each.
Um.
Yeah, I'll send it to you.
Why don't you just do it right now?
-Yeah. -It's just,
it's just out of the way.
Yeah, sure.
You think she's gonna die?
I don't know, Martin.
Is Annika coming?
Who knows? Did you send it?
Yeah. Did you get it?
Yeah, I got it.
Therese?
She's on her way now in a cab.
You look good.
Yeah, you too.
[Annika] Lord, take this hate
out of my heart, please.
I've been searching for love.
When will you show me the way?
[William] This place is like a fucking maze.
I think it's up here.
-I think it's back here. -It's not back there, Martin.
It's right here. 206.
What's wrong?
-What's wrong? -Just--
Haven't seen her in a while. That's all.
Yeah. Me neither.
Okay. Let's go.
[gentle music]
-[Therese] She's sleeping. -Jesus fucking christ.
-She's sleeping. -Yeah, she's sleeping. No shit.
-You got here fast. -You got here slow.
Didn't realize there was a deadline.
She's 75 and had a stroke.
-Every minute is a deadline. -You look good, Therese.
-You look thin. -Is that a compliment?
Just want to know what to expect
-over the next couple-- -Weeks? Months?
I was thinking days.
-Thinking or hoping? -Where's Annika?
Who knows.
She didn't get back to me either.
-[door clicks] -[Meyer] Hello.
I'm Doctor Meyer.
Are you all family members?
You look alike.
-They're twins. -Fraternal.
-Nice to meet you, doctor. -Good to meet you.
Do you all live out of town?
Different towns.
What's happening with our mother, doctor?
Was your mother a smoker?
-No. -Heavy drinker?
No, I don't think so.
Is she generally physically active?
What happened to her arm?
She took a spill two days ago.
Broken wrist, dislocated shoulder.
Is she generally physically active?
None of us have seen her for a number of years.
I see.
She had a stroke, yeah?
-That's what we assumed. -Assumed?
-And now? -Perhaps we should sit down.
That won't be necessary.
She had several symptoms of a stroke,
paralysis, inability to speak combined with her
age, her recent fall, and the emotional trauma
over the sudden death of your--
Grandmother.
Yes, I understand she was very close
to her mother, correct?
-[all] Yes. -Mh-hm.
That would explain the emotional shock, but...
But what?
Well, her CAT scan didn't indicate a stroke,
and her blood tests were within normal range.
Oh. Okay then.
Her vitals are strong,
and additional testing indicates
that her organ function is unremarkable.
In fact, what's remarkable is the discrepancy
between her tests now and her
supplemental testing done just two days ago.
Essentially, she's functioning at a level
of someone much younger, stronger.
-What? -How is that possible?
How much younger?
Consistent to that of a child.
Are you fucking with us?
-Martin. -Give me a break.
Are you telling us...
I'm sorry, what are you telling us?
I'm telling you that it's unclear
what truly happened to her.
-Is she, I understand. -She truly--
Is she going to make it?
I'm just sharing her current test results.
You're telling me she had a stroke,
but she's fine.
I'm telling you that physiologically,
your mother appears to be healthy.
I don't understand.
Well, she's still not communicating.
And so I will have to continue to monitor her
and give her further cognitive testing.
But she's doing fine.
What's wrong?
I haven't been in a hospital
since Lydia got her stomach pumped.
I really miss her.
I know.
Do you have any cash?
I'm starving.
[Angelise] I need your help, Annika.
At least with the funeral.
[Annika] There's too much hate there to go back.
You can't run from them any longer.
And you shouldn't. They're your family.
I have this nightmare,
and I'm not sure if it's something
that's happened or it's something to come.
So frightened by it.
[loud growling]
Mother was never there for us.
She allowed our father to do awful things.
And for that, I...
I struggle
to reconcile and forgive.
Forgiveness is a virtue.
With God's love,
we can forgive anyone.
God's love.
This one day,
I was home alone with mother.
That was uncommon.
Grandma rarely left.
That was when father would attack
and mother would stand by.
That I was prepared for.
It was a regular part of all our lives.
Father's violence.
But on this day it was
just myself and mother.
Mother was usually so
stoic and quiet.
Not this day.
This day she was frantic, unhinged.
She was trying to find grandmothers rosary beads.
They were always wrapped around her hands.
So she went berserk looking for them, tearing
cupboards and drawers open.
Father came home,
saw the mess mother had made.
-He beat me terribly. -[Annika shrieks] Oh.
[Annika] I missed almost a year
from a collapsed lung.
The worst part?
Was watching her watch him.
She never moved a muscle.
When I was old enough,
I got away as fast as I could.
We all did.
And I find myself
still searching.
Father was evil.
Hating him wasn't complicated.
He was a monster.
But mother.
She never protected us.
So how do I find the will to be there for her?
How can I help anyone with a heart so full of hate?
A heart that runs from evil?
You have to try.
And when the time comes, I think you'll know
whether it's your love or God's.
[dramatic music]
So, how can she have dementia
if her body has regressed all the way back?
No, she doesn't definitively have dementia.
However, her age this latest accident,
which is not uncommon in a state of confusion
and this recent emotional event
-could potentially indicate-- -Indicate dementia?
Perhaps these could be early sign,
but at this point in time, she's otherwise healthy.
You should be pleased.
Pleased?
-William-- -No. no. You,
you're saying that our mother
has the physical purity of a ten year old,
but could also have dementia as well?
Well, given her age and what appears to be
cognitive decline--
[William] Just be honest with us, please.
Mr. Scafflin, I am simply sharing
my findings based on lab studies and observations.
It looks like--
You know what a med school looks like?
Because I'm starting to wonder if you've ever been to one.
Sorry.
Right now I believe she could use your help.
Our help?
Her insurance covers long term hospital care.
How do you know that?
Wouldn't this be the best place for her?
No, our tests don't indicate needing that kind of care.
She could benefit from familiar faces.
-Her children. -That woman out there,
our mother, has never been well.
She should have been put in a ward decades ago.
And every time
that we bring her to--
one of you doctors,
you say the same thing.
"She needs rest."
Well, she never left her own mother's
side long enough to be our mother.
And now, because of this medical fucking
conundrum, crisis, whatever you want to call it,
she needs our help?
I understand.
-Do you? -She's an elderly woman.
She's had an episode.
No one can tell you what to expect, Mr.
Scafflin, but right now, she's in good health and
needs familiar faces, a calm and supportive environment.
Please bring her back when her mental state improves
so that we can conduct further cognitive testing.
Which of you will be taking her home?
[gentle music]
[William] Mother,
mother, we're going to we're going to take you up to bed.
I don't think--
-Can you hear us? -I don't think she knows
-where she is. We're home. -Mother?
Let's just start.
-Oh, there, good, good. -Okay, okay.
I'm just going to get up.
When you get up there, we might have to carry her.
-Okay, there's a step. -[door clicks]
Holy shit.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
[ominous music]
Yes, father.
Yes. You will see her tomorrow.
I, I, I understand, okay.
Yes, she will. Have a good night.
-Okay. All right. Bye bye. -[phone slams]
How many times is that fucking priest going to call?
Sorry.
Perhaps he should see her
is what grandmother wanted.
I think we've got other things to worry about.
Should we bring her back to the hospital then?
-Yes. -What about an old age home?
How much is that going to cost?
-That shouldn't matter. -We can't afford it.
Just leave it to us.
-We could sell the house. -Martin.
It's been a while.
How are you?
I'm fine, William, how are you?
So what do we do about this funeral?
-Are we supposed to-- -It's taken care of.
By whom?
Grandmother made plans years ago.
A small ceremony tomorrow.
-That's fast. -How do you know about this?
Grandmother made me executor.
-Executor? Look at you. -What about the house?
Are we all going to stay here?
-Where's she being buried? -Has the will changed?
The house will still be left to you and Therese,
William, if that's what you're wondering.
Why would you ask me that?
What did she leave me?
Right. Of course, nothing. Um,
-what about, um-- -I asked not to be in it.
Of course you did.
Okay. Does anyone want anything?
-No? Good. I'm going to bed. -[clears throat]
I'm sorry I haven't been in touch.
It's good to see you.
[William] No, no, I said
I don't know when I'm going to be back.
No, no, I'm not going to go running off again.
Why do you have to keep punishing me?
Well, they can put us in the collection agency, then.
I don't know what to tell you.
Is he gone to bed?
Okay. Well, I have to go.
Sure you're okay to stay in grandmother's room?
It's fine.
I know I've been a little rude.
I just hate
being back in this house.
Why do you want to own it so badly?
You gambling again?
You know, when things settle,
maybe we could go on a boys trip or something.
-Really? -Yeah.
I don't think it's a good idea for all
of us to be in this house.
[thunder crashes]
Same one?
Do you ever think about it?
I don't know why grandma kept this.
[distorted crumbling]
I need your help, Annika.
[eerie music]
[loud growling]
[car door slams]
Martin, you know, you know how to unfold that?
Yeah.
[Harriet coughs]
She okay?
She's fine. Let's just get this over with, okay?
Is she okay?
[William] She's fine.
[Harriet coughing]
Mom, are you okay?
[Harriet coughing]
As per Joanna's request,
the casket has already been delivered.
We'll simply have a small service family only,
and then the body will be taken away
for burial immediately afterwards.
[screeching]
[eerie music]
[loud growling]
[gargoyle growls]
[Harriet screams]
[dramatic music]
[distorted screaming]
Harriet.
Harriet!
It's too late for God!
-[face smacks] -[Harriet screams]
[Harriet groaning]
[Harriet laughing]
[gentle music]
Harriet, did you hear me?
Harriet, do you understand your plan of care?
[gentle music]
[siblings speaking indistinctly]
It takes a long time, okay, I don't know the answer,
all right? We've got to stay, we've got to wait!
[gentle music continues]
Has your mother always been so quiet?
-Until today-- -Yes.
And hasn't ever been diagnosed?
She was a very enabling woman to her husband.
She relied on her mother for everything.
Well, her neurological tests have all
come back normal, above normal even.
And the, what's it called?
The MRI?
Well, I mean, incredible for a woman her age.
I've never seen anything like it before.
No one here has.
-Should we put her in a home? -We can't afford that.
In circumstances of great emotional loss,
patients can oftentimes regain their strength with rest
and the comfort of loved ones.
[Therese] I'm a widow.
I know about loss emotionally and financially, and I know
about needing your family when that happens. But,
not this family.
We do not know how to take care of her.
What do you think, Annika?
I, I don't think a home is right for her either.
Shouldn't she stay in the hospital?
Well, we would need her state to improve
in order to conduct further cognitive testing.
-A mental hospital. -No, no, no, no.
I don't believe that's necessary.
Can she take care of herself?
-She can't. I-- -Why can't you?
What? It's not like you have a 9 to 5.
-I don't know how. -Really?
I understand that it would be less expensive--
This is ridiculous.
She should stay in hospital.
Only because insurance covers it.
Do you want to take care of her?
Do you? No.
You know why? Because this is what happens
every single time that she's around us.
We start turning on each other.
It's like a fucking infection.
[whispers] You're the only one turning on anyone.
I'm the only one telling the truth.
-Just stop it! -Please, if I may.
Your mother's in good health.
In fact, the distal radius fracture
in her wrist is healing at an accelerated rate.
-I have never-- -Seen anything like this before?
There is no reason
to admit her to any place. Right now
her health and well-being depend on her family
being a calm presence.
She needs gentle, familiar care.
[dramatic music]
She asleep?
Yeah.
Should we maybe stay with her?
Stay with her?
Yeah, stay with her for the night.
-What? Me? -[Harriet gasps]
Jesus.
-[dramatic music] -[Harriet groans]
[Harriet whispering indistinctly]
Martin.
Annika.
William.
[dramatic music]
Are you going to tell us?
What are you teaching these days?
Philosophy.
But that's not what you studied, is it?
-No. -What did you study?
-History. -History?
But the books that you tried and failed to write,
it wasn't about history, was it?
What did mother say?
-It was fiction. -Fiction!
World really missed out on that one huh?
Was it about a gambling addict?
What are you doing, Therese?
How's your wife?
Why don't we order some takeout?
[Therese] You're such a closed book.
Aren't you?
Nobody knows what you teach.
Nobody sees your wife.
Why is that?
Therese.
-Why. Is. That? -[chair thudding]
-Stop. -Stop what?
Come on. Therese.
Mother told me that William had an affair with Lydia.
My wife.
Jesus Christ.
Remember when we were kids,
we used to play that staring game?
You'd always win.
Let's see if you can win now.
Yeah,
I believe her.
You believe the dementia patient?
I believe it because I've suspected it for a long time.
That's bullshit.
Are you that sad?
Your failed writer's
life and disappointing silver medal family.
Whoa, Therese.
You watch your fucking mouth.
Whoa. Okay.
God. Sorry.
You're right, you're right.
Silver medal family's kind of overselling it.
It's more like a participation ribbon family.
Is your wife still going bald?
-[table thuds] -You know what?
No. What?
Are you going to say something?
Or are you just going to copy me like you always have?
Oh, I think you've got it backwards.
-Do I? -Guys. Come on.
No, you were going to say something back there.
-What was it? -No.
No, you said, "You know what?"
Well what, brother?
-Nothing. -No. Come on.
We all want to hear, right?
What is it?
I saw her first.
What?
You took her from me.
Oh, my God, you're fucking serious.
Guys. Come on.
I went out with her before you.
Yeah. One date, 15 years ago.
And she didn't even fucking like you.
She liked me since.
-William. -[dramatic music]
You always had to take what was mine.
Oh, is that what this is about?
Guys. Come on.
[both] Shut the fuck up, Martin!
How did she die, William?
What? Did you kill her?
Wow. So mother is saying I'm a murderer now, too?
Did you fucking do it?
She has dementia.
[Harriet screams]
This is, this is fucking bullshit.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
-No, but you are so fucking-- -Please. Guys. Please.
-Come on. Stop. -Would you
just fucking
go do a bump or a hit
or whatever the fuck you junkies call it these days.
-I'm not high. -Bullshit.
Look in the mirror, bro.
Your eyes are bouncing out of your fucking head.
Martin.
Why are you looking to him?
-What? -What? Do you need
his permission to take a fucking piss?
Annika, where are you going?
I don't want to hear this.
Yeah. Of course. Running off again.
Playing daddy.
Just telling us all what to do.
Well, if I didn't, who would?
Who put you in charge?
Who forced me to be in charge?
-Not fucking me! -Is that a joke?
You come in here on a flight
-I paid for-- -William.
Annika, stay out of it.
You accuse me of killing your wife,
and then you say that no one put me in charge.
You'd be dead in a fucking gutter if it wasn't--
Oh, thank you William.
Thank you so much for saving me, my savior.
Here we go again! You beg for my help.
You get so close to the edge, you'll die without it.
Then you make me fully fucking aware.
And then when I do help you, this is what you do.
You act like I'm taking over your life.
You're a fucking leech.
You're insufferable.
[William] Who helped you sell your house?
Stop trying to control my life
because you fucking hate your own.
-And whose fault is that? -Yours!
Who fucking calls me at 3 a.m.
because they feel like they're a failure.
Who spends all their fucking money on self-help
retreats every three weeks?
Fuck you! I do not!
And who has to fix it all!?
[thunder rumbles]
I do!
I helped you organize your fucking wedding.
-Yeah! My wedding! -You're welcome.
No one freaking asked you!
You did, you did! You asked me!
So don't pull this shit on me now, because it's convenient.
I paid for your college.
You begged me. I fucking furnished you.
I found you a spot.
Yeah, so that you could stay when your wife kicked you out.
[William] A nice part of town.
Yeah, close to a casino.
Fuck you! You you owe me $15,000.
[Therese] You owe me my wife!
How many times?
How long?
How long were you cheating on
your fucking dowdy, depressed wife?
And you're fucking disappointing debt!
-Five years! -William.
You took her from me.
You stuck me where I am.
So I'm responsible?
Is that what you're suggesting?
I'm asserting.
You didn't need to marry her.
Do you want to be
your twin brother so badly?
Is that it, Therese?
Just as broken and pathetic as me?
You uneducated fucking waste.
[Harriet screams]
[Harriet laughs]
[eerie music]
[thunder rumbles]
Mother?
Did you come to tuck me in?
Why don't you step away from that window, mother?
Would it be more convenient for you if I just fell?
Mother, we don't want to hurt you.
Oh, you don't?
Let's take you to the hospital.
Oh, I don't think you'd like that.
I might say something that you don't want others
to know.
Annika.
Your siblings have done awful things.
They aren't pure, like you.
Daddy did bad things to
his children, didn't he?
And mommy just stood by and let it happen?
William?
What do you truly think happened to your father?
-Don't be blind. -Stop.
William.
They killed him.
Your own kin.
Murderers!
Don't listen to her, Annika.
They're cowards.
You were the coward.
You stood by.
You were weak!
Are you going to hit mommy now?
Lessons from your daddy, is it?
Oh, they put a
bullet right through his head.
They made it look like your daddy's
death was suicide.
But not only that, they didn't even have the strength
to do it themselves.
They left that to the weakest
one of you all.
Did you do the dirty work?
On Therese's wife?
[thunder crashes]
All for your beloved William.
Maybe I should tell someone all your
twisted secrets.
Who's going to believe you?
You can't prove anything.
You want to test me?
Fuck you.
You let him abuse us, ruin us, and you fucking stood there.
You let it happen. You know what?
You're not worth this house.
You're not worth a fucking hospital.
Or an old age home.
I hope you fucking die.
-[Therese gasps] -[Annika gasps]
Is she okay?
I don't see her.
The fuck you mean you don't see her?
[William] You find her?
-I don't know where she is. -What do you mean
-you don't know where she is? -I don't know where she is.
Jesus Christ, Martin she jumped out a fucking window.
I looked everywhere, I swear I looked everywhere.
What do you mean you looked everywhere?
She didn't just fucking vanish!
I know she's got to be somewhere!
She jumped out the fucking window!
What if she tells someone?
She's not going to fucking tell anyone.
-She's got to be back there-- -She's going to tell someone.
-She's not going to-- -I've got to find her.
Just go. Therese, Therese.
Go around back, just look around back.
Fuck, fuck.
[dramatic music]
[eerie music]
[Annika] William!
[dramatic music]
[hammers thudding]
[gate crashes]
[dramatic music continues]
[chest clunks]
[ominous music]
[dramatic music]
Thank you. I'll see you soon.
-[phone clanks] -Who are you talking to?
I was an altar boy when your mother and grandmother began
coming to my church.
Every day
for nearly 45 years,
they attended.
It was the only illness that kept them away.
And even then, it was
substituted with phone calls and house visits.
I'd never seen such dedicated parishioners.
I tried to get to know your mother.
I never completely succeeded.
She was timid,
quiet,
desperately close to her own mother,
who wouldn't let her out of her sight.
But that woman
I saw who came to my church yesterday.
That was not your mother.
What are you saying?
What do you think
she's possessed or something?
You know it too, don't you?
Wait a second, wait a second.
The doctor said
that she had a traumatic event
that could onset dementia.
Well, you saw what happened to her at the church.
What she said to us upstairs.
She knows what we did.
-Knows you did what? -Shut up, Martin.
Well, is it possible that she could be possessed?
This is crazy.
How else do you explain it?
-Do we need an exorcism? -Oh my God.
An exorcism is not a simple thing.
Why not?
Because possession is very difficult to prove.
Because it's bullshit.
Oh, Jesus. William.
Sorry, father.
I don't mean to attack you here, brother, but
what else could it be?
It's dementia, Martin.
That's what else it could be.
That's what else it is.
And is it really that fucking surprising?
She's been a psycho our entire lives.
-But you saw what happened. -Stop!
Your grandmother wanted to meet with me.
I put her off.
I'll have to see her.
Why?
To truly determine her state.
To know that
this could possibly be a situation for exorcism.
This is fucking crazy.
She should be in a mental hospital.
We can still help her.
She's beyond our help.
[loud thudding]
I agree with William.
Jesus.
Sorry, father, but there's--
Martin. It's dementia. Okay? It's dementia.
-Stop. -That's what the doctor said.
-So listen to the fucking-- -Stop!
I understand that it would be financially easier for you.
I never, that's not--
To he keep her in the hospital under insurance
and for her not to remain in this home.
A home that you will now not inherit along with Therese.
I never said that. That's not--
-That has nothing to do-- -You need to calm down, William.
This is understood.
No one is trying to empty your pockets.
But this is an ecclesiastical
matter now.
So please let father Roslovic do what none of us can do.
Let him determine whatever this is.
If it is indeed
possession.
So it can be exorcised.
Harriet?
Harriet.
[gate thuds]
[Harriet laughs]
Come closer, father.
Closer.
[eerie music]
It's confession time, father.
Ask me.
When was your last confession?
Fuck you.
How have you sinned?
[laughing]
How much time have you got?
-Harriet? -Don't you call me that.
How have you sinned, my child?
Your child?
Who am I speaking with?
Where do you come from?
I've always been here.
Who are you?
You cannot exorcize this.
There is no possession here, father.
Only suppression by God
through mother's fucking prayers.
And now that she is gone, I'm free to infect
you all with the pure evil of Satan within me.
-Harriet-- -Don't you call me that.
This is my life now, not yours.
Not God's, not mother's.
She suppressed me with your
almighty God, putting the real me
into the recesses of my mind my entire life.
But I'm growing.
Look closely, father.
Look closely at Satan's child
before you, free from suppression.
Where is your false god now?
I have been silent for so long.
But now I am free
to be strong enough to get out of here.
But then you'll have to kill me.
Do you think you have the nerve?
Don't forget,
half of me is in you.
My blood is your blood.
You are mine and no one else's.
You are my mine and no one else's.
[Harriet laughs]
[Harriet growls]
-[Harriet laughs] -[Harriet growls]
I'll come back.
I just need some guidance.
[gentle music]
Your father.
He was a good man once.
He never had a chance.
[Annika] He did have a chance.
And he hurt us.
I wasn't finished.
He was a good man once.
Annika, you understand abuse.
It's a burden that doesn't ease
even with unending faith.
Your father saved me from that.
He was older than me.
And he became the man that I needed
to look up to.
The man that brought me
closer to God.
I know that you'd find this difficult
to believe, but he was a moral ideal
for me.
Until he met your mother.
Then your father started changing.
When he stopped coming to church,
he became troubled.
I saw it happen, and I never did a thing.
What will you do now?
I'll wait for your return.
And until then,
or after that, even we're not equipped for this
Annika, let alone your siblings in there.
Evil begets evil.
She's feeding on it.
For now, I suppose they're doing to her
what they feel she did to them.
And what would you do with her?
Think on sympathy.
[dramatic music]
-[door thuds] -[hammer thuds]
[hammers thudding]
-Flour. -Flour?
Flour.
-Flour. -[both laughing]
What's flour?
When I was, uh... [chuckles]
When I was in grade 11,
Miss Whittle, you remember her?
Short, stocky, one that taught chemistry.
-She used to eat our lunches? -Big round glasses.
Right. Well, one day I bought a couple grams
of blow from Mikey Blackmore.
Do you remember him? He was in your grade.
Anyway, I bought a couple grams off him
and I was just starving to have a few bumps.
Only a couple of classes left before the end of the day.
At 12 in the afternoon?
Yeah. So I go to the bathroom and just devour that shit.
I'm up to my ears in it, right?
But I save some, I pocket what's left
and I'm late for classes, so I fucking burn it over there,
fucking geared up. Right?
So I get to Miss Whittle's class and she can tell. I mean,
she's no fucking Scarface coke aficionado or anything,
but like, she's a goddamn chemistry teacher.
She probably knows reactions of cocaine on a 16 year old.
So she looks at me,
standing there in front of the whole class,
waiting for an explanation for being late,
and she walks closer to me.
She looks me up and down and goes, "Are you okay, Martin?"
Totally fucking genuine, I say, "Best day of my life."
The class goes up in laughter
and just as I move to my seat, the baggie of coke
falls to the floor right in her goddamn shoe.
She picks it up and goes, "What in God's name is this?"
I say, "Well, that's
that's my brothers." And she says, "Yes, but but what is it?"
I said, "Well, he's a baker.
He loves to bake
and it's his birthday today.
And so I bought him some flour.
So we can bake together on his special day."
[all laughing]
And she believes me, gives me back the baggie.
Apologizes and says, "Bring back
some goodies on my day."
[all laughing]
[body thuds]
Oh, man.
Whatever happened to Mikey?
He died of an overdose.
-[spoon clatters] -[Martin clears throat]
I remember a lot.
I remember the day
we took that gun out of his case together.
I remember following father
stumbling drunk into the basement.
I remember you putting the gun in my hand.
I remember pointing the gun at father's skull and
pulling the trigger
and leaving him down there.
I remember doing heroin
for the first time at his funeral.
I never killed your wife.
[body crunches]
You think because I pulled the trigger once
I could do it again so easily?
Look at my eyes and tell me you think I did it.
She overdosed, though, didn't she?
I barely knew her.
-Yeah, that's all it takes. -What are you doing?
Is it so hard for you to not be the person
asking questions and yelling and shutting up all the time?
-Oh, fuck off. -I never touched her.
I never said you did.
-She did. -And you believe her?
[loud thudding]
She must be hungry.
Are you fucking kidding me?
She needs help.
We need help.
We should do something.
No, no one's stopping you.
You could just go down there.
Maybe if you could use God's touch to save her, huh?
Martin. That's enough.
No! Fuck you too.
You think you're better than all of us, don't you?
-I-- -No, you do.
Let me ask you.
Does the convent even know
you have siblings?
-Huh? Oh. -Martin.
You two.
Bet you didn't know this, huh?
It's our little secret.
Well, one day, a few weeks
after a trip to the ER, I decided to go straight.
All the way straight.
In fact, if you can believe it,
I find out where our sister's convent is.
I go there.
Tell her I want to join the priesthood.
Maybe she can help.
She ushers me outside,
won't let anyone see me, and tells me
to leave
and never come back.
It's God's work, right?
God's fucking work right there.
-You were high. -I fucking wasn't!
You were out of control.
I was trying to help myself for once.
And this is what you do for me?
You never gave a shit about our family.
Not once.
-[loud thudding] -You're too pure.
Just like mother said.
[Annika] You're right.
I could have helped. I should have helped.
[dramatic music]
[Harriet laughing]
-[bottle shatters] -[body thuds]
Tell me it isn't true.
Tell me it isn't true brother or I will kill you right here
-and right now. -Therese.
-[Therese grunts] -[body thuds]
Speak!
-[Therese grunts] -[body thuds]
Stop! Just stop!
Stop.
Martin didn't kill her.
-She overdosed. -Don't lie to me!
It was suicide.
Lizzie had threatened
to tell you.
She threatened to tell my wife.
She wanted me to leave my family, run away with her.
When I told her I couldn't do that,
she fell into despair.
You were away for weeks
at one of your retreats.
So I asked Martin to check on her.
She knew he'd be holding because he always was.
And she just wanted a taste.
And Martin was trying to help.
But he's weak.
So he gave in.
She asked for more,
and he gave her more.
[whispers] It's not his fault.
She's dead because of what we are.
And we're one in the same sister.
Love it or hate it.
[loud thudding]
[Harriet screams]
We need to kill her.
What?
You can't be serious.
We don't have a choice.
-She's right. -Jesus.
She's not your mother any more, Martin.
Yes she is.
[Therese] She's had it coming for a long time.
We can't kill her.
She's going to talk.
She's going to tell everyone what you did.
You made me do it.
Did you not want father to die?
Did I not catch you praying for it every night?
-Yes, but-- -She's going to talk.
-I can't do this again. -Do what?
Your fucking dirty work!
You two just want the house, nothing else.
This is about money.
You want her dead so she can keep your secrets
and to inherit her money. And that's it. Nothing else.
You're not dealing with Miss fucking Whittle this time.
Martin, you're so laced out you can't even tell anymore.
It's my fault.
-What? -It's my fault.
I knew.
I knew what she was.
We all knew there was something wrong with mother.
We all knew she had something
to do with the way father treated us.
We just couldn't place it.
Grandmother knew we all wanted to get away
as fast as we could.
And we did. You all did.
But before I could leave,
she asked me to do something for her.
I need your help, Annika.
What is it?
[Annika] She asked me to take care of her.
The same way she had all those years.
And I didn't.
Now grandmother's past
has become my nightmare.
We all knew mother was adopted.
We just don't know how.
As a younger woman, grandmother
was a terrible sinner, a heretic
until she found God.
But there's no running from evil.
Once it's in us, it's,
it's nearly impossible to vanquish.
It has to be confronted.
Evil incarnate came to grandmother's door that night.
It came to seek back one of its fallen members
to punish grandmother for abandoning Satan.
So grandmother did
the only thing she could do.
She prayed.
She used the power of God, the power of love
to quell that evil, to dispel it
and turn it into something pure, renewed.
And in that moment, she realized that
the Almighty's love could possess something evil,
of God,
heal it,
give it a normal life to a degree.
But grandmother knew that could only last
as long as she lives, so she asked me to continue it
once she was gone and I hated mother,
and I never felt loved.
So I ran.
I ran to God for answers.
And they never came.
And I was terrified of testing it.
And grandmother's memories haunted me ever since.
Evil doesn't give up.
It doesn't shy away.
It comes for us.
And evil is in us.
Look at us.
It has penetrated us, it is owning us.
Unless we can shoulder
that burden with love.
And that's what grandmother
was able to do.
And grandmother kept that gun
to protect her child and herself.
She made a choice
every single day.
It's a choice
to confront and love evil
or protect yourself from it.
What good were grandmother's
prayers if she let him hurt us?
Evil is a powerful force of varying degrees.
Well, she should have done better.
Maybe we can.
[Therese] If grandmother
could possess her of God, then why don't you?
I don't know.
Because I've
been looking to God to do this for me.
But it's not about God.
It's about me and finding my own strength.
And maybe from there I can find my own love.
[Therese] And what are you going to do with it?
[Annika] You want to save her now?
I want to kill her more than ever.
[door knocking]
Come in.
-This come today? -Yesterday, father.
Thank you.
[thunder rumbles]
William?
What are you doing?
What needs to be done.
You don't want to see this, Annika.
We can't do this.
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music continues]
We need to find her.
Okay?
Okay.
Martin, you look down here.
Maybe she got out that window.
Therese, we're going to go upstairs.
Martin?
Martin, where are you going?
I'm leaving.
You're leaving?
She's going to tell everyone what you did, Martin.
I'm going to tell everyone what I did.
And I'm going to tell them
that you made me do it.
I can't,
I can't do this anymore, William.
I need to be punished
for what I've done.
I'm going to the police.
I'm going to tell them
everything.
I have to. This is,
this is too much.
Martin. Martin.
Look at me. Look at me.
Brother.
You're strong
and I'm sorry
for what I made you do.
And I'm sorry
for the older brother that I am.
But I cannot let you do this
to even things out.
Even?
This is not why I'm doing this.
You don't get it.
I've stopped loving you
a long time ago.
Do you understand that?
I hate you.
I love you.
No, you're just guilty.
-Martin. -Whoa, whoa!
William!
-I'm leaving. -You're not leaving.
-Yeah, I am. -No you're not.
William, put that down.
Yes, I am.
You do as you're told.
-[dramatic music] -[bodies thud]
[Therese] Stop! William!
-[Therese] Guys, stop it! -Stop it.
Stop!
[gun fires]
[whispers] I'm sorry.
No. No.
Martin?
Martin.
I can't.
Put the gun down.
-[gun fires] -[body thuds]
[Satan] You are mine, and no one else's.
[faint growling]
[dramatic music]
[Harriet screaming]
[Annika coughing]
[glass shatters]
[Harriet screaming]
[Harriet laughing]
-[Annika shrieks] -It's okay. It's okay.
-Where is she? -I don't know.
We can save her. I know how we can do it.
We need to get out of here.
It's a prayer, spoken by one who truly loves her.
This is what your grandmother did.
It doesn't work.
She had this sent to me just before she died.
Take it. You can do it.
You can save her. Annika, you can save her.
It doesn't work, I tried it.
Your grandmother's asking you to do this.
I am asking you to do thi.
We need to leave.
We need to find her.
Find your love for her.
But you need to mean it.
-Father, I-- -[Roslovic shouts]
-[Satan growls] -[Roslovic screams]
[Satan roars]
[Annika coughing]
[dramatic music]
[Satan growls]
[Satan shrieks]
[Satan roars]
[gentle music]
[dramatic music]
You're mine, and no one else's.
[Annika] You're mine, and no one else's.
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music continues]