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Um...

Clay.

Clay.

Everything okay? It's early.

Everything's fine.

Um, I'm sorry. I was--

Tried to be quiet.

I smelled coffee.

Come here. Come here.

That light.

Yeah. Let me get that.

Better?

Yeah.

You working already?

Yeah. Early start today.

An early start means an early finish, right?

- That's the idea. - Good.

You've been so busy.

You worked right through Christmas.

I'm sorry, honey. I'm--

I know. I'm sorry, honey. Just bear with me, okay?

Don't worry about us.

-You have something new? -Carl took a call

from the father of a woman that was killed in September.

So, I don't know. It could be something.

Could be something is good, right?

- I haven't hit a home run yet. - Well...

You're a swell police detective, Clay.

You've solved everything that is solvable.

Just have faith in the rest?

Why is Charlie's photo like that?

I-- I-- I put him down when I-- when I work in here.

I don't want him to see these things.

What is it?

Take your pick.

I mean, there's a lot to choose from these days.

It's bad. Tell me.

Was it Charlie's accident?

The Spinozi case...

and his birthday,

Charlie's accident all on the same day, years apart.

I just need to get through today, that's all.

I just, um, I don't--

I don't understand the world anymore, Alice.

And, um, my problem is I don't care.

I only meet these people after they're dead.

Whatever it is I can or can't do,

doesn't matter to them anymore.

I just can't keep this near me anymore.

Well, maybe you don't need to understand it.

Maybe you just fight it.

For what's in your heart, you fight it

and you do it for those who can't.

In the back of my head,

I, um, I find myself waiting for, um,

a genuine act of kindness

from anyone

to put the same amount of effort...

into helping someone

that it takes to slaughter someone.

Alice, I need to rediscover my faith in people

or discover a new job.

It's-- it's just eating me up. It's eating me alive.

Well, why don't you spend the day with us?

Ana would love to have her daddy on her birthday.

I mean, they're calling for snow.

We'll make snow angels.

I'll make hot cocoa, brandy for us.

Does that sound good?

Well, that sounds better than good. It sounds amazing.

So Carl can wait till tomorrow.

I can't wait for you to see what I got her.

Well, no more bunnies?

We're heartbroken since Mr. Pete.

No more bunnies.

But, um, I have to go into work to pick it up.

You should stay home, Clay.

I promise I wanted to take your advice, Alice.

Soon.

"With all I've gotten wrong in my life,

I must've done something right to have you in it.

You'll always be my everything."

"Happy birthday, sweet pea.

Love, Dad."

I need to get my badge.

-It's upstairs. -Okay.

-Okay? -You'll always have us.

Just find your way home.

I will.

Like , mister. Quit.

Let it go.

Go.

Shit.

Excuse me.

-Hi. -Can I help you?

I'm Detective Clayton Douglas

with the Allentown Police Department.

I was on a call with a Doctor...

Dr. Heisi-- Heisinger.

Dr. Heysinger, right?

Heysinger. Heysinger, yes. Correct.

And, um, well, the-- the line went dead on the call,

so I thought I'd, um, drop by, um, on my way home.

-Sign in, please. -Sure.

Yes, a Detective Douglas from Allentown.

Yes. Right away.

Straight down the hall, stairs on the right,

room 215 towards the back.

-215? -Towards the end.

Thanks.

-Detective? -Yeah.

Firearms are not allowed in the building.

You're going to have to check that in here.

-Um-- -State law does not allow

armed officers in psychiatric hospitals.

Except under extreme circumstances, of course.

Would you care to see our state code?

-Sure. -Maybe refresh your memory.

I'm assuming that is secure, correct?

Impervious.

Impervious.

He is waiting.

Stairs on the right, room 215.

Got it. Got it. Sorry. Thanks.

What a bitch.

Come in.

-Dr. Heysinger? -Yes.

Come in, please.

Detective Douglas.

Allentown Police Department.

We spoke-- We spoke earlier today.

Pleasure, Detective.

I was hoping you'd stop by.

Thank you for coming.

You must be a mind reader.

I wish I was.

I thought they took a wrecking ball to this place

a decade ago.

Almost did.

Now, neglect is her wrecking ball.

This hospital has always been plagued by looming doom,

underfunded and forgotten.

Socialites send us their unwanted,

not their donations.

Fortunately, I know certain politicians.

We are able to keep the lights on

as long as we accept the special cases.

Too soon for an end of day drink, Detective?

Drink?

Those will be some hot politicians

you have in your pocket.

Governor Pinchot is...

biggest wet blanket on booze.

Special case here.

Um, to be frank, Doctor, I stopped by...

on my way home.

Um, you sounded somewhat distracted,

um, agitated and, um, I don't know.

Something told me to--

Something told me I should stop.

You're good at following hunches?

Excellent at following hunches.

Lousy batting average after that.

Not to, rush with the pleasantries,

but there's an ice storm bearing down on us

and I wanna get on the road to outrun it if you catch me.

We have a patient here named Daniel Glassman.

Does that name stir up anything?

Daniel Glassman?

Um, I don't think so. Who is he?

Where do I start?

To oversimplify it, he's the most...

deranged and mysterious man I've ever met.

I'll assume that's really saying something.

Good.

Because it's really saying something.

I'm a puzzle enthusiast.

I seek out challenges.

Unfortunately, this man is beyond challenging.

He's beyond most things.

I'll admit pride...

keeps me from transferring him

the hell out of here.

There are appearances that must be kept.

That too.

Well, being loyal to the nightmare of your choices

is something I've mastered.

That too.

Thank you.

Civil War?

Wow. Old timer.

Not many of those guys left.

You sure you're not familiar with the name Daniel Glassman?

I don't think I am. Um, what's his story?

It reads like a love letter straight to the devil himself.

This must be wrong.

"Presumed killed in battle near Chambersburg

and then found in a barn

in Stroudsburg 21 years later."

21 years later. How does this happen?

Yeah. Peculiar, isn't it?

-Cheers. -Okay.

Lemme run out this way.

Seems to me...

...he deserted his position...

saw his buddy killed, then headed for the hills.

Right? Um, lived under a false name,

drifting from farm to farm-- it's the same work.

Not unheard of.

I read thousands on both sides deserted the war.

Cunning deduction, Detective.

The punishment for deserting is, um,

is death in most cases.

I'm sure once they located him in Stroudsburg,

he queued up the crazies.

State hospitals are better living than the state prisons.

I can assure you...

his condition is no act.

I'm a miner, Doctor.

I'm conditioned to drill.

And in most cases, I have found

that people will say the damnedest things

to avoid what they have coming to them.

And that is how this rings...

for me.

So, why did you really call me?

To arrange the meeting.

He wants to confess.

Okay. To what?

Not entirely sure.

He likes to play games.

Nevertheless...

...he prepared a confession for you.

Please inform Mr. Glassman, out of no disrespect,

but we have to schedule something like that.

Doctor, I stopped by

because there was something in your voice that seemed off,

and you look like you need a sabbatical.

But outside of that, everything seems normal.

And despite how great your whiskey is,

I have a birthday party to attend

and, I'll ring a--

I'll ring an officer in a-- a day or so and he'll...

mediate and, um, transcribe the confession

and someone will be in touch with you--

Again, again...

very understandable, however...

you're missing a crucial piece of this puzzle.

Okay. Yeah.

Tell me. Tell me.

He specifically asked for you.

Clayton Douglas by name.

Clayton Douglas. Clayton Douglas. Over and over.

How can that be?

I was hoping you'd have that answer.

I never heard of Clayton Douglas

until he mentioned you.

Past three days...

he's been scribbling your name.

Yeah.

Wanted me to contact you today.

Specifically today.

Said today was special.

Is today special to you?

Anniversary?

Something of that nature?

Look, you don't owe me anything...

but I sincerely believe

he's harboring a negative force that has actually--

That has actually destroyed him.

And somehow its power is keeping him tied

to this decayed life he desperately wants to leave.

I've done all I could for the man professionally.

I have nothing more to offer him.

This, whatever this is...

may be the key.

Or you are the key.

I don't know.

Can I express something to you...

in complete confidence...

between two gentlemen?

Yeah, go ahead.

I would very much like to bury this man in the morning.

If you could spare just a few minutes...

to play this out.

Good.

Follow me.

Is Glassman given access to newspapers,

radio, current affairs?

No.

Total isolation.

Perhaps someone on your staff is feeding him news.

I can assure you that is not happening.

What's left of my original staff refuses to be around him.

The newest staff doesn't even know he's here.

My assumption is you two crossed paths years ago.

That's not it. I'm just not pinning his name.

A former case perhaps.

I would remember that.

I'm sure you would.

-Bear with me. This way. -Sure.

The main building we just left houses our offices

and several areas dedicated to social activities.

The rest of the complex,

the dorm rooms and such, are kept restricted.

Sublevel passageways

allows us to move

without disrupting the patients.

What causes mental illness anyway?

That's the question of the decade.

Despite what we claim we know,

all we have are theories.

The most popular being a type of blockage.

Blockage?

We regard human psychological states

as an energy system,

in which blockages in the flow of thoughts

such as repression or suppression,

for example, will result in disease or illness...

expressed as mental or emotional loss of balance.

Can anyone lose their balance,

and how would you know if you had?

I think everyone runs the risk to some degree.

That's my opinion.

How out-of-bounds is this Mr. Glassman?

Off the charts.

I should have these engraved.

What's this?

His room. Well, part of it.

-He's in here? -Yeah.

Please.

These sounds can be a bit unnerving.

You can leave your coat and file here.

Go ahead, Doc. Say it.

It's easier if you just see.

Okay, come.

Has he said anything to you?

He keeps a-whispering.

What's he whispering?

For a priest.

My God.

Is this a joke?

Who is this man?

Why is he down here?

I may still be learning protocol,

but I certainly know this isn't in your handbook.

Everything will be explained in time.

Did he wake up?

Anything happen?

He's catatonic.

What in the world would happen?

You'll excuse me.

Sister Rose, please wait.

Sister Rose.

Sister Rose, please.

Please wait. Sister Rose, please. Please.

I haven't finished my daily rounds, Doctor,

and I'm completely behind schedule.

I had Nurse Byers finish your rounds today.

Byers seems to be a fine nurse, however--

That she is.

However, she cannot provide

the spiritual guidance these people need.

For most of them, it's a vital part of their day

that should not be rescheduled.

I agree.

But they'll have to wait until tomorrow for that.

Bottom line.

Who is that man?

He's someone who desperately needs your help.

And I need your help and advice.

Please.

I've seen a total of 11 dead bodies in my life,

and I bet the farm right now I'm looking at number 12.

He can hear you.

Okay.

Daniel?

It's time.

He has difficulties.

It's easier for him this way.

Okay.

Good evening.

Good evening, Mr. Glassman.

I'm Detective Clayton Douglas.

- Have we met? - No.

The reason I ask is I understand that you wanted

to share something with me.

- Papers. - Papers?

A few months ago,

Mr. Glassman worked with a nurse

on drafting his confession.

This is the result.

Wait.

Is this the first time you're seeing this?

That's right.

And you don't know what's on those papers?

I do not.

The nurse didn't report to you what's in those papers?

She fell ill the day of its completion, so no.

She did not disclose its contents.

Which nurse is this?

Hold on.

I'm sorry, but after what you described upstairs,

you didn't have a tiny bit of curiosity to take a peek?

No?

My heart's racing if you wanna know the truth.

Of course, I wanted to look...

but respectfully waited as requested.

Mr. Glassman

wishes that I read the confessional

only at this moment in your presence.

He requested these circumstances down to the day.

If you'd be so kind to indulge it...

we'll get you off to that party in no time.

Would you like to take a seat?

Well, this is getting better and better every second. Yes.

So, um...

let's do it, let's-- let's get on with it.

Excellent.

Page one.

"Orphaned at a young age, I have learned to be alone

and at most times preferred it.

A calloused wall that wards off heartbreak.

However, when-- However, when the war broke,

I volunteered myself to the Pennsylvania Infantry

under the Union Army.

More than ever in my life, for some reason..."

...I finally needed to be around people.

"...needed to be around people."

Never once putting a thought towards killing them.

But alas, that's what war is.

Tasked with safeguarding a stretch of railroad supplies

north of Chambersburg,

my small group of men were ambushed and slaughtered.

Barn animals have been granted better considerations of death.

Left for dead,

we were left for the vultures.

Over there on the road!

Watch your back!

Just take it easy.

, soldier.

Hello!

Anyone!

Hello!

Hello!

I'm not sure he'd have me,

but I had made peace with the Lord.

Better or worse, I was prepared to walk with him.

And then someone dragged me into that godforsaken house.

At first I remember feeling my prayers were answered.

"...feeling that my prayer was answered.

What a fool I was."

Can I see that, please?

Can I see that?

Wow.

Pretty hard to read this?

Yes, it is.

You're doing a great job.

Thank you.

Well, I'm gonna let everybody in a little fact here.

And that's-- and that is there's nothing to confess.

War is death. People kill people.

That's unfortunately the job.

There's no way to be held accountable under the law.

That's a burden for other souls to shoulder.

I mean--

What?

Daughter in danger.

What does that mean?

What does that mean? Hey, mister.

She'll die.

What are you trying to do, pal?

Spinozi.

That's it!

Detective! Detective, please!

Detective, please.

In the hallway, Doctor.

If you please, in the hallway!

My God, man. What's with your aggression?

When did Glassman arrive here?

What year?

40 some-odd years ago, thereabouts.

Not long after I took up head doctor here.

Really, that long?

-That long, yes. -All right.

Who is he? No bullshit fairy tale.

As I mentioned, he's simply a--

No, he's not just some wacko pluck

aimlessly roaming fields in Pennsylvania.

This man had intent.

Malevolent intent. What is this?

I-- I don't think you have a grasp on his mental--

On his what?

If this chump is what you call off the charts,

you need a new goddamn chart.

Look, I want a list of everyone

that has ever interacted with Glassman.

-It's just me. -Just you?

-Mostly. -There.

There you go again. Mostly doesn't mean just you.

Mostly means other people.

Who else has had contact with that asshole?

A few nurses, but just with basic needs.

Nothing significant that supports your theory.

He briefly had a room upstairs when he arrived,

but he was moved down here soon after.

I'm telling you someone here has fed him everything about me.

Please let that marinate. Everything.

Someone here is targeting my family

and has this maniac thinking he knows me.

I'm inches from sealing this dump up so tight

they'll need to mail you sunlight.

Do you understand the implications?

This facility will make the papers.

And the appearance you're desperately

trying to preserve will vanish.

I'm gonna sit down with every person in here

until I unearth this trickery.

All right. All right.

What do you need?

A list of every soul who's worked here

living or not.

-It'll be a few minutes. -You have ten.

All right.

I got it, Detective.

Everyone including the janitors.

What was the name of the nurse who typed up this confession?

Betty Ackerman.

I remembered after seeing her name.

-Betty Ackerman. -Nice gal.

You know who the Spinozis were?

Not at all. Who are they?

Entire family was butchered by an axe in their home

January of 1898, this very day.

I think I remember reading about that.

Just horrible.

The husband did it, or he was never found,

something like that.

Well, their only boy, a man at the time,

went missing before the murders,

and his father and grandfather went missing

30 years before that.

That's right. That's right.

That is unusual.

Um, my very first case.

Never cracked it.

Yeah, but today was special. Well, you're damn right it is.

But it's very strange for him

to know or even mention the Spinozis.

How would he know them?

Well, it wasn't him, I mean,

Daniel was in here nine years before that.

That's some very quick head math there, Doc.

I should have been an accountant.

Yeah?

I should have been a butcher.

I got questions.

Now, shall we?

Daniel?

Where's Sister Rose?

Sister Rose?

Yes?

You're bleeding.

-Why are you on the ground? -Am I?

I'm okay.

Thank you.

I've never passed out before.

You feel okay?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

- You okay? - I'm fine.

Don't get distracted by the theatrics.

Glassman here knows how to stage a show, okay?

Detective?

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

"Besides losing my only friend that day,

something worse happened.

Something similar to the eerie stories

I heard about the Bell family in Tennessee.

Something not from here...

rotten and evil.

If I could have just one,

one wish in my life,

I would've chosen to lay down

with my friend in the grass..."

...and die.

And if that was denied, for heaven's sakes,

I would at the very least have chosen to walk

the other damn direction in those woods.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Which hospital is this?

God.

No. No, no.

We had a terrible time getting the bleeding to stop.

Please. Please remain still.

Please remain still.

How did you find this place?

Do you remember how you got here?

I need help. Are you a nurse? Are you a nurse?

My God.

Thank the Lord that you're here.

I don't-- What do you mean? What?

I prayed for help and God answered.

- He said-- - That's enough.

Won't you put some coffee on to cook for us,

please, my dear?

Not-- not the okra.

The good beans to soothe our fallen soldier.

We must be careful not to become comfortable with this man.

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

I am reminded to repair this roof

only when it rains.

I've recently read an announcement

which describes the suffering soldiers, most malnutrition.

The worst of which succumb to feeding on fallen horses.

Is that true?

The atrocities,

policies we impose upon ourselves,

will they never end?

Is it ever enough?

It's as if all of God's creations

are made to suffer and that these times are...

cursed.

I fear you're in a great deal of pain.

Please. Please, do you have anything for the pain?

This is not a hospital. This is my home.

-What? -This is my home, sir.

I need-- I need to-- I need a hospital.

-You need-- you need to move me. -There is no hospital for miles.

-Come on. -You need move me!

You need to move me.

What is happening?

He's having spasms.

Please, dear, fetch a cold compress.

Please, please.

Go! Get them quickly.

Relax, relax. Breathe.

The mend will burst.

You cannot move like this.

You're doing yourself no favors.

I can't stay. I can't stay.

I can't stay. I can't stay. Stay. Stay.

Please, sir, breathe.

That's it, son.

Relax.

Breathe and breathe.

God gives you peace.

How long?

How long have I been asleep?

Two days.

I can't feel my feet.

What did you give me?

A home remedy therapeutic.

The last of it, I'm afraid.

I need to send word...

to my regiment.

I have details I need to relay.

The Confederates

are moving towards Chambersburg.

And--

I beseech you, sir, abandon such thoughts.

You should know right off the start that...

this house does not condone

the war efforts of either party.

While we do have an opinion on such,

wholeheartedly, we are against violence.

That's good.

Me too.

We are a home of worship...

and of harmony,

or at least...

that we try.

And as with any harmonious relationship,

it requires certain conditions

and efforts from everybody

of which I have two of you.

The first, do not spit

on the good Lord's name.

I have heard terse words from your mouth already.

It will not be tolerated. Please refrain.

The second...

no names.

We are not meant to be friends.

Do not mistake our hospitality

for anything more than respect of life and of...

God.

So you have our promise and our fervent prayers

that we'll put forth all efforts in your mending.

And when you are able...

you'll be able to walk away from here.

And that is all.

That is all that is requested of you.

Please, I need to send word to my regiment.

No!

You do not!

There will be

no regiment on this land.

Make no mistake.

Not one soldier will step foot

on this property,

nor know its whereabouts.

How you ended up here still mystifies me.

But as you are here...

your back was fairly torn open by the bullet.

But we found nothing foreign.

You're of good fortune that it...

seems to have just grazed you,

missed your spine entirely.

It would seem that

luck has smiled favorably upon you.

Yeah.

I feel very lucky.

Now, if you could send word

to Chambersburg.

Chambersburg is not near here.

At least call for a doctor.

Doctors and priests are few and far between.

As I've said, it is just us and us alone.

What is that?

When the war broke out, I had the foresight

to get some general provisions of service.

Breathe easy on that for comfort.

Easy.

That's it.

Let us leave him.

Are you a religious man?

I have my moments.

Take comfort in knowing that we will be your Bible.

If death is to come to you...

let her be swift.

Leave me, witch!

This is madness! Foolish thing!

You will not go in there! I won't have it!

You need to believe.

Things are different now,.

- I can feel it. - And what of it?

...a precious

, things are at peace right now,

The Union Army may be looking for him.

Bold of you to believe to even have one soldier,

let alone the entire army here. I won't have it!

Is that all you're worried about?

Keeping the army out of here,

You know the Proctor name is not in high standard right now.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

We need help.

We need help. We cannot do anything more.

Shh.

Bell.

I see you found the bell.

I,

I need to use a lavatory.

And I think you have squirrels in here.

Done.

What is it?

Nothing.

I won't survive like this.

I just can't.

It's too much to bear.

I'm afraid this is the best we can offer.

A doctor then? Can you send for a doctor?

Animal doctor, anyone?

First light,

after the hunt,

I'll fetch one.

Get some sleep.

Heaven help us.

The old lady.

Tell the old woman...

to leave me alone.

Bury me

near the dogwood tree, please.

May God look after you.

I felt my body shutting down.

I knew I was dying.

"So did the Proctors.

I was going to be buried

in that yard someplace."

As Jesus suffered on the planks of the dogwood...

"Hopefully,

-near the dogwood I spawn." -...I must be buried there.

Boy, that's some story.

Snake oil salesman here, folks.

I'd like to know how you survived all these years

after you were stabbed and shot in the back

without medical care...

urinating blood.

What are you? A miracle or something?

Crafty storyteller is more in line.

Any thoughts out here?

Sister, is this man a miracle?

There are many forces at work here.

Most certainly...

a divine miracle.

Well, I'm simply not qualified

to bestow that label on anything.

Lazy answer, Sister. Lazy.

Who is then? Who is qualified? Who?

-A priest. -I'm not buying it.

I'm not buying it.

I am not buying it, Glassman.

None of it.

Too fantastic.

What's the point of all this?

Surely you're not suggesting

Mr. Glassman has fabricated all of this?

To what end?

Exactly the right question, Doctor.

To what end?

He wants to clear his conscience.

I don't think so. No.

Why do you have your filthy little fingernails in me?

That isn't a confession, is it?

No.

You're a clever man, Glassman.

But guess what?

So am I.

So am I.

I wanna talk to the person that typed that, Doctor.

I need a moment before we continue.

Sorry.

That's not what I asked.

Are you tuned into this?

You know, my father coined a phrase.

You seem to be leaving the ranch...

-which means-- -I can guess what it means.

And I can be saying the same to you.

Stupid phrase.

Like, I feel better when I'm not around him.

As if he's toxic, contaminated,

as if that's even possible.

Nonsense.

That's my clinically tuned in response.

The nurse who typed this--

where can I find her?

I told you...

she fell ill.

Rose.

Ronald.

Um, the window broke.

I-- I think some ice hit it.

Ronald?

Ronald, could-- could you just

maybe come down here and-- and take a quick look?

Ronald?

Listen, I understand what you're saying,

but, I need this Betty Ackerman's address

or the hospital she's at.

She's the keystone in this entire mess.

Well, that won't be possible.

She passed.

Passed? What does that mean?

As in dead?

-As in dead? -As in dead, yes.

Well, well, well, that's a fascinating,

surprising development, doc.

How exactly did she die?

A colleague found her collapsed.

She couldn't be revived.

Died of natural causes. Advanced cancer.

It was her time.

You know, here's what's firing off in my head right about now.

Why you didn't share this the 3,000 times

I asked about Betty Ackerman?

I didn't want to muddy the situation.

You're trying to dodge me.

You're trying to dodge me.

What are your true intentions here?

Is any of this real at all?

There you are.

We need to stop. We're not up for this.

I-- I need to make a telephone call.

Everything all right?

-You're shaking. -Listen to me.

There is something going on here.

I don't know for sure,

but I can feel an entity among us.

With every word you read,

it's opening a gateway of some sort.

I need to telephone the archbishop right away.

- Who? - Lines are down.

We're cut off.

Then we must postpone all of this.

I urgently need to inform my superiors

about what's going on here.

Sorry, we're not postponing a damn thing.

I'm getting to the bottom of this nonsense,

and I'm getting to the bottom of it tonight.

I can feel it.

Don't you understand what I'm saying?

We have to stop.

It's not what it says it is.

Hey, doc, how many more pages have we got left to go?

Ten pages at most.

What you're searching for

is not in those pages, Detective.

What I'm searching for is in this goddamn hospital!

You have a spiritual duty here.

Even the smallest effort will carry him off.

You're the only one who can do this.

That's not Daniel inside that room.

You look deeper.

He's there.

Let's continue.

Let's continue.

His soul is impure.

"No doctor ever came.

By this point,

things have gotten worse at the house.

Things were starting to happen that I could not explain.

At the very least, I started to understand

why I never heard the morning birds.

I've begun to think that this house

resided at the dead center of the worst..."

...blackness known to man,

An evil staked its claim here.

Buried real deep.

I can't shake the feeling of it.

Constant dread,

constant eyes, constant hate.

Something wanted me dead.

Dead. Dead.

For the love of God,

somebody attend to the poor child.

I'm going mad. This is-- this is how it starts.

Soldier.

Are you in distress?

Soldier.

The door.

Is there something blocking the door?

Can you walk?

Soldier?

-No, I can't-- -Soldier!

-Unblock-- -There's nothing blocking it.

I'm coming!

Soldier.

Hey!

What's-- what's happening?

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey.

Hey, what are you doing?

Goddamn it! What's happening?

Hey.

Hey.

I'm coming.

Soldier.

You screamed. Are you in pain?

Weren't you just up here trying to get the door open?

No.

I've been on the hunt.

What's happened?

I-- I-- I found this on the stairs.

Is-- is everything all right?

Dinner will be ready soon.

We'll have a plate for you.

Let's let him be, give him his privacy.

You people are--

you people are crazy!

You hear me?

I'm getting out, goddamn it!

Jesus Christ, I'm getting out!

You tell that old hag that I'm leaving!

♪ When Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah ♪

♪ Hurrah ♪

♪ Nobody can believe a word he said, hurrah ♪

♪ Hurrah ♪

Can I please get a glass of water?

It's hard to swallow, it hurts.

Is anyone there?

For the love of God, what are you?

I don't find this amusing, you hear me, witch?

I'm a soldier.

I'm trained to react.

Where are you?

To hell with this, I'm leaving.

Okay, okay, good.

You're not dying here.

You're not dying here.

One more week or so and I'll go.

One more week.

Shit.

This got ripped open bad last night.

What were you doing?

Just wanted to feel my feet on the floor.

To be honest, I thought I was gone for it then.

So it's a step forward, wouldn't you say?

No.

You tore open weeks' worth of healing.

How is that a step forward?

I think so.

I'm just...

happy.

How long have you lived here?

I'm not supposed to have personal conversations with you.

Please.

I need something to occupy in my mind, just talk.

All right.

All my life.

I grew up here.

This is my parents' home.

That's nice.

I briefly moved away with my husband,

but when my father died,

we moved back.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

I'm-- I'm not supposed to have personal conversations with you.

I'm sorry. I-- I just-- I cannot.

It's okay, Elsie.

How do you know my name?

It's okay.

I know all your names.

I hope that doesn't bother you.

I guess not.

-Does Gabe know? -No.

I don't want this to be trouble.

I won't-- I won't bring it out.

It's our secret.

I hate secrets.

Nothing good comes from them.

Me too.

Sometimes they're necessary, aren't they?

How did you find out?

I'm terribly clever.

Listen, I just-- I just wanna mend up and be on my way.

Who's Bishop Talbot?

I don't know him. Why?

I keep hearing his name whispered in my head.

Don't know him. Means-- means nothing.

I keep hearing

sobbing...

coming somewhere from outside, I think.

What's going on here?

Sounds like a child.

It's my-- it's my daughter.

She's sick.

-Very sick. -What ails her?

We're-- we're at a complete loss.

I-- a doctor...

came out here a long time ago,

and he said that...

there's something wrong with her mind.

That there's nothing to do

but to keep her comfortable or--

or committed to a hospital.

I don't want to place blame but...

...it hurts to have thoughts like this.

But I can't think of any other answer.

When we moved back home, my-- my mother fell ill, and--

And when my daughter was born,

she got worse, and...

And one day my mother took a walk through the woods...

to get a kindling, and I was so busy tending to my baby,

I didn't realize just how much time had passed.

And when she finally came home,

she was...

she wasn't herself.

From there she got worse.

She was just...

foul to all of us.

Foul words, foul acts, even a foul smell.

And...

And Gabe and I didn't...

we didn't know it at the time,

but she must have been too sick to be around a young child.

On her third birthday...

my daughter started getting sick as well.

Well, Gabe says they have--

they have good days.

Days they seem like themselves.

That should give comfort.

No, I'm sorry.

Those are-- those are the worst days.

They're the hardest because...

that's when they become aware enough...

that they are in pain and misery and hell.

And they never have good days at the same time.

My-- my daughter will be good, and then my--

my mother will be sick and so on, back and forth.

The doctor...

that examined your daughter,

can you get him here?

He's dead.

I see it now.

I mean, your arrival was by chance.

I have to accept that...

you're stuck here with the rest of us.

If the crying is bothering you,

I can ask Gabe to board up the windows

or...

or move your bed across the room.

That elderly woman I keep seeing...

that's your mother?

I beg your pardon?

The elderly woman that comes in here.

Who is she?

I don't find this funny, soldier.

There is no way you can be talking about my mother.

There's someone that comes into my room.

Please stop it, sir!

This is not funny.

I find it rather hurtful.

Hurtful? In what way?

My mother is a cripple.

She hasn't walked since she got sick.

So you see, there is no way in hell--

There is-- is no way

she was in this room because she hasn't walked in 13 years.

Then it-- it must be someone else.

Is-- is there anyone else in the house?

I shouldn't be talking to you.

Listen, Elsie, I--

Stop using my name.

For Christ--

Hold on, hold on.

Everyone's buying this?

Witches and curses? Come on now.

This is how it starts.

Look, these are the delusional anecdotes

of a twisted and fragmented mind.

We can't trust anything on those...

...on those pages.

All right? Let's get to the point, okay?

Just get to the point, just cut to it.

How do you know me?

And what do you really want?

What do you--

You all right, Detective?

I-- I need some--

I-- I just need some air or something.

Time-out, excuse me.

We're-- we're almost finished.

Detective, we're almost finished.

We're almost finished!

Where are you going?

Detective, I need to tell you something.

I need some air.

This is--

Son of a bitch.

Shit.

She took 'em.

Son of a...

Goddamn nonsense. Who types like this?

There it is.

What in God's name are you up to, Heysinger?

Come on, give it up.

-Lock that door right now. -What?

Lock this door right now.

Just lock it.

Okay, look, um, I wanna see his old room upstairs.

All right, go.

Lord.

We've had this room cleaned a dozen times, maybe more.

It kept coming back so we've sealed it off.

Now the entire hospital's on track for ruin.

Shine it under here.

What is that?

Doctor, has anyone else ever stayed in this room?

No.

We don't even use it for-- for storage, obviously.

If there is anything you are withholding from me

about this man, now is the time to fess up.

I told you everything I know

from my professional perspective.

Okay, from your nonprofessional perspective, how about that?

That perspective doesn't hold

under the weight of logic or science.

Well, at this point, if you told me this Glassman

was the goddamn Easter bunny,

I'd be willing to listen.

Nothing what I'm about to say will make much sense.

Try me.

He wasn't transferred from Pittsburgh.

He was banished.

It seems to anyone who spends a significant amount of time

next to him falls ill and dies.

What?

Pittsburgh didn't want him for fear he was contaminated.

I took him in because--

well, because.

Contaminated with what?

The devil.

Okay, um, did he ever have any visitors?

-You're joking. -No.

Who was the nurse that typed up the confession again?

Nurse Barbara Ackerman.

I thought you said, um, Betty Ackerman.

Right. Betty.

Yes, but who is that?

I've never heard of her.

Long before you started here.

You said the confession was just completed.

I should've at least heard of her then.

I never said the confession was just completed.

How long was she exposed to him?

Longer than I have?

Much longer, I'm sure of it.

I monitored your time.

You're safe.

How do you know that?

How can you measure any of this?

You asked me what I'm hiding.

The truth is, I'm completely terrified of him.

And I want him out of my life.

I want him dead.

And I'm thoroughly ashamed of it.

So, he is cursed.

He is the curse.

We need a priest.

I keep hearing that. Why?

It's not from here.

And you must understand that I'm not in a position

to directly help Daniel in ritual.

I-- I can't even listen to his confession.

Only a priest can do that.

I only joined the sisterhood to become a nurse

so I understand skepticism.

But if I can make just one point,

it's that we need a Catholic priest.

Honestly...

do you actually believe...

in the devil?

You bet I do.

Well, nobody's getting in or out

till they bring us bulldozers.

Let's finish this.

I don't feel anything will change

when we get to the final page.

There'll be no heavenly beam of bullshit,

no miraculous miracle.

I'm framing this whole deal...

in two different ways.

First, Betty Ackerman was delusional in her own way

and gave the trickster my name, my daughter's name...

and my history.

Then carved my name into his torso.

That's right, Doctor. I saw the photographs.

What's the other way?

The other way?

Is that our good doctor here...

is part of the whole party since the beginning.

Good God, what was that?

Let's go, come on, let's go.

Here we go.

"I was trying to believe this was a family of witches,

devil worshipers," blah, blah, blah, blah.

"...mental condition"-- no kidding,

"deteriorated faster than my physical condition.

Distrust is all I felt for these people."

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Brother.

There's more of these strange capitalized letters.

D-E, D-E-N-D on these first few pages.

Can you keep track of these for me, sister?

There's some more. I'm expecting more.

Okay.

Wait.

You gotta be kidding me.

I don't know! What you want me to do?

I'm doing everything I can.

Leave my daughter alone.

Who are you to do this to us?

What have we done to you?

Elsie, I'm sorry.

I don't know what to do. She's cutting herself.

Looking at me in the eye and cutting herself blatantly.

I can't stop her.

No, let me go see her.

No, you can't see her like this, you can't, Elsie.

It's not even her. It's not Gail anymore.

I don't know what's happening, and I don't know what to do!

I don't-- I don't-- No!

What's happening?

What's happening, is she hurt?

Yes, she is.

You're from nowhere, boy.

You'll see when you're.

We're not finished.

-Stand back, what are you doing? -No, no, no, no!

Let me see her, let me see her!

You can't, you can't, listen to me!

There's nothing to help her. There's nothing I can do.

- Let me go see her. - Please, let me see her.

I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened to her.

Let me go see her.

Go get the sheets. I need the sheets.

Gail, Gail, I'm here, Gail!

-I want the sheets! -Gail!

Get my Bible, quickly!

Get my Bible.

No, you can't.

You can't, she-- she's done.

That's not your little girl.

Go, go quickly.

Okay.

Elsie, quickly!

I got the sheet. How is she doing?

How's my baby?

Listen to me!

What in God's name is happening here?

You should be sleeping, soldier.

I should say the same to you.

Fair enough.

I can't imagine how anyone gets sleep in this...

dreadful place.

There's something terribly perverse here.

Your daughter.

What ungodly sickness has she contracted?

My heart...

breaks for her.

She seems...

lost.

We're all lost here.

I can't imagine how you keep your own daughter...

locked in that place.

Not by my hand.

I don't understand.

She's a prisoner of an evil entity.

What do you mean?

First I thought it was atonement.

God has the most excellent sleight of hand.

At least, that's what we're taught.

And now?

And now there is no God anywhere near this house.

You see, this is our punishment...

of the rawest form.

What on earth for?

I suppose we won't know that until the end

when we make confession.

And as confessions go,

I must confess the truth to you, soldier.

You'll never leave this place.

You are never going to leave this place.

To hell with this place.

Your name is Gabe Proctor.

Your wife's name is Elsie.

Silence!

-Your daughter's name is Gail. -Quiet!

-My name-- -Silence!

...is Daniel Glassman!

-Glassman. -Yes sir.

-Daniel Glassman. -See, you know me.

You know me now. I'm not just some burden.

You know who I am.

Please don't give up on me.

Please.

Just put me on your carriage and get me the hell outta here.

I'll take my chances on the side of the road if I must.

Our daughter murdered our priest in this very room.

-Murder? -Aye.

At last, now I have your attention, don't I?

I vowed never to speak this story, but--

but I see it fit now.

I had invited Father Spinozi over

to do a simple blessing of our home.

No mention was given of the oddities

and the infirmities of my precious daughter, Gail.

But upon meeting her just once...

14 other visits were spawned.

Finally, Father Spinozi...

allows to my wife and I that...

our daughter, Gail, is possessed...

by an evil entity.

And she must...

be exposed to an exorcism to remove it.

An exorcism, can you imagine?

Catholic ritual that squeezes and wrings out...

every essence of your soul except for that...

which is the very purest.

He said that...

if it didn't kill her, that it would cure her,

and that she'd be under God's love and protection

for the rest of her life, forever and ever.

Of course, we'd have done anything for our daughter

at that point, and we-- we agreed.

Father Spinozi...

learned that this evil...

preys on weakness of the parents to get to the child.

That's how it overtakes a family.

Through the parents.

You can imagine our shame. My shame.

He also...

allowed to me the name...

of this evil, of which...

I will never allow to cross my lips

as long as I'm on this earth.

So he performed the exorcism, he and his nephew.

And while this madness took place,

the shouting, the banging, the profanity,

and then silent, nothing.

And I came through that door...

hoping to see my little girl leap into my arms.

And I saw...

Father Spinozi laid out on the floor

with a gaping hole in his neck, his throat torn out,

strewn across next to the body.

23-year-old man, strong, married...

father to be.

I took their bodies, drug them out

to the deepest parts of the forest

where there's a stone well, and I...

buried those bodies deep in that well...

so that their secrets of the horrors

that they had been exposed to here would never be known,

not even to their families

who know not what had happened to them,

what became of them at all.

And that...

whatever that was...

was not my daughter.

That could not be my little girl.

So I keep her confined in a shed,

so that she will not break her mother's heart.

Why are you telling me these lies?

Because it is the truth.

I cannot believe this truth.

You're a devout man.

Why has God forsaken you?

He can mend all of this.

I don't know.

I only know you showed up.

Perhaps this is not about us

but about you.

And so I must ask you

a very important question, Daniel Glassman.

Do you have a child?

-No. -No.

No.

No.

My blessed wife was right.

He sent you.

You're...

you're our savior.

You are here...

to cure us.

You and you alone, a warrior,

has been sent from above.

You are here to do

what I neither have the courage nor the strength to do.

-And you must. -No, I can't.

-I can't. -You must do it.

That is why you've been sent, Daniel Glassman.

Gather yourself, man.

-Please don't ask me. -Gather yourself.

You...

must listen to me.

You must be ready to do this. Do you understand?

You need to do this for us.

You must be focused.

No missteps.

Aim straight.

Shoot to kill.

This is my family we're talking about.

There can be no--

there can be no wounds.

You must do this.

Ready...

tomorrow.

I'll supply you the means.

Send us back to the good Lord from whence we came,

Daniel Glassman.

This is your destiny.

You'll be a witness for him.

For everyone to tell what you've seen and heard here.

Everyone who follows the truth will hear your voice.

Tomorrow.

Good faith.

I don't wanna be here.

No!

Soldier.

I have your breakfast.

Coming in.

No. No.

Gabe! Gabe! Gabe!

Do something. God.

God.

Soldier, what has happened to you?

God!

Soldier.

Stay away from me!

-No! -Stay away from me!

No! No!

Please...

finish it.

Make it swift for all of us, please.

I'm with-- I'm with child.

I'm sorry, Elsie.

This is what he wanted.

Dear Lord, help me to remember the cross

that you carried for my sake so I may better carry mine.

this evil to you.

For the forgiveness of its sins

and-- and for the salvation of its soul.

Lord, please--

please help me, Lord.

Amen.

Amen!

Gail!

Gail!

My name's Daniel Glassman.

I'm with the 90th Pennsylvania Infantry.

I'm here to help you.

Can you hear me?

Where are you?

Gail?

Daniel...

don't miss, Daniel.

Soldier...

you must.

This is my family. This is my family.

Don't miss, Daniel. Send us back to God.

Back to God!

Back to God!

Don't miss, Daniel.

This is my family.

Send us back to God.

- Daniel Glassman. - Back to God!

This is my family.

There is no God anywhere near you.

Send us back to God.

God forgive me!

For the love of God...

What is this insanity?

I told you.

Think, think, think it out, Clayton.

Think it out. How does it fit?

How does it fit?

It doesn't fit.

It doesn't fit.

How can it be you? How can it be you?

You were already here.

There's no way you killed the Spinozis.

The missing kid...

-he jumps back and forth. -What?

He uses the kids, the missing Spinozi kid.

Come on. That's insane.

Devil.

The letters spelled "devil in Daniel."

He said you were next. You and your family.

He's been saying that for years.

Tell him, Daniel. Tell him.

Please Lord, help me.

There is no sun where it's from.

Don't let the darkness through.

Daniel, could you explain what you meant?

Earlier you spoke about the Spinozi boy.

Yes.

You said you used the Spinozi boy

to kill his family, how?

How?

Thomas he was so nice.

I thought I could save him.

Christ in heaven.

He has had his hand around her neck for years.

It affects everything.

Your son's death, your dark emotions.

What are you saying? What are you saying to me?

Leave this place! Run!

I brought you the detective.

Elsie Proctor and her mother...

Gabe Proctor and Gail...

Emily Spinozi...

Gretchen Spinozi, Meredith Spinozi...

Alice Douglas, Clayton Douglas and Anna.

Run!

Saints of God, come to Daniel.

Come to meet Daniel, angels of the Lord.

Receive his soul and present him to God the most high.

May Christ--

may Christ take hold of you, take you to himself.

May angels take you to Abraham--

Clayton.

Glassman!

Glassman!

Glassman!

Glassman!

You were lying, Glassman.

If that's who you really are.

Clayton Douglas.

Clayton Douglas.

God only knows, or cares.

No. Stay where you are or I'll drop you.

Clayton Douglas, son of Kevin...

Kevin.

...the one who quits.

I can taste you.

Stay back.

I know you, son.

I know your soul.

Blackness. Rot.

Just like mine.

You know your wife knows what you did.

- She knows. - She knows what you did.

Killed your boy, crippled your daughter with your rage.

She doesn't love you.

What you did to your boy.

- Sin. - Sin.

Jesus doesn't love you. Only I love you.

I know you.

It was an accident.

Head caved, disemboweled, neck snapped...

crushed red ball.

Your rage killed your son. You killed your son!

Jesus doesn't love you.

Only I love you.

I'm-- I'm not it, Glassman.

Yes, you are, my son.

Jesus doesn't love you, she doesn't love you.

God loves me, you fucker.

Don't kill it.

That's what it wants.

Go. Go home, please.

Just run. Just go home.

It'll take your family if you kill it.

Please, please. You have to run.

You have to run.

Daniel?

No!

No! My heart. Don't let this happen.

Don't let this happen.

Help me.

Help me.

I love you.

No. I've been trying all night.

Can-- can you just--

can you just have someone go out and look for him?

No, you don't understand. I think he's stranded out there.

Yes.

Yes, yes. He went to work yesterday.

He was there all day.

No, he never made it home.

No. He's still not home.

Why aren't you understanding me?

Can you please just send someone out to look for him?

No. I know how bad the roads are.

Don't you have any trucks?

Just get out there, please.

What? What do you mean he quit?

What?

What?

Daddy?

Hi, daddy.

No! Anna, I love you.

Daddy! Daddy! No!

Mommy.

My God! What happened?

He just came in and he just shot himself.

Back so soon.

The detective beat you. He won.

I told you.

I told you.

And I'll win the next one and the next one and the next.

You're staying with me.

But I sincerely believe

he's harboring a negative force.

That actually empowered me.

A life without purpose is a waste of it.

It took the devil to lay its hands on my shoulders

to awaken mine.

I would allow it to swallow the flies

until this spider is too large to ignore.

No longer can it stay cloaked within the faithless.

This is God's work.

It's okay, Daniel.

Let it go.