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[Amelia humming]

- Will you please stop that, Amelia?

I'm trying to read.

- Sorry Becca.

I think about them every day,

every night when I go to sleep.

- Did you even win your game? - Of course I did.

- Did you even watch it?

- Nope.

- Too busy reading Shakespeare?

- "Titus Andronicus."

- "Titus Andronicus" - Sweet tender, John.

You know, my selfishness caused him to leave.

Blamed him.

It was, it was never his fault.

The pain that I feel

and the tightness in my chest,

wishing that I could go back and change things,

you know, change it

so we can all be together again like we were, a family.

- Dad. - Dad!

[heavy breathing]

- Okay, Lucinda, save me.

- Yes.

You've made a real breakthrough here, Abigail.

You've made a lot of progress releasing the blame on John.

- By land, by fire, by Earth.

And you are one with us.

With love together, we will conquer all pain

and release all grief.

Abigail, you are loved.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Yes, Abigail.

There's no bigger tragedy in the entire universe

than to lose a child.

You must atone and take accountability for your actions.

Abigail, it's the only way you'll be at peace.

[clapping]

[person chanting in foreign language]

- Amelia, Amelia.

[person humming]

[humming continues]

- Abby. I'm sorry to disturb you so late.

- What are you doing here?

- Abby, there's been a prison break.

Last known sighting has them in this jurisdiction

heading our way.

If you want, I can sweep the perimeter.

- Marcus.

- Let me get a detail here, at least.

- Marcus. - What?

- There are easier ways for you

to stalk me other than just parking

outside my house all night.

You gotta stop with this overly protective

brotherly act you have going on.

It's fucking creepy.

- Alright, goodnight Abby.

If I get any more reports, I'll swing--

- Just go. Come on.

- I'll swing by. - Goodnight.

[door slamming]

- Channel Four News here, and we report breaking news.

A violent prison break has left one guard severely

hospitalized and four dangerous fugitives

on the loose.

The brazen escape has the county on edge.

Police are advising everyone to stay inside their homes

and lock their doors.

Now we've just received word

that the four escaped felons were convicted

of multiple murders.

Police have set up roadblocks on all major roads,

but there are concerns that fugitives may hide out

to avoid being captured.

I'm here reporting live, Michelle Ropa.

Back to you, Bob.

- Only for special occasions, huh John?

[Abigail screaming]

- Shut the fuck up, shhh!

Let the others in. Shut up.

Easy, easy.

[Abigail whimpering]

Okay, anyone else in the house?

- Damn y'all, this is not looking good.

- Shut the fuck up.

What about wheels? You got a car?

Listen. Listen.

If you make any fucking sudden move,

I will slice both of your fucking ankles. You understand?

- Jesus, Doc.

- It gets the point across.

Where's your hubby at? [Abigail whimpering]

- He left five years ago.

- Check out front. Make sure that cop left.

- Yeah.

So what's your name?

- He asked you a question. What's your name?

- Abby.

- You got any kids, Abby?

- Two girls.

- Where are they?

- Not here.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Come on Nonzo, this is my fucking time.

- Fucking rich people.

- Mmm, hello there.

[chuckles] Come to Daddy.

- Breathe. Breathe.

- Nice dress, Abby.

I want to trust you Abby.

Trust is the foundation of a great friendship.

You wanna be my friend, right?

- Fuck you.

- Ah, you got some spunk in you. [laughing]

Come on Abby. That's not very fucking friendly.

When I ask a question, I expect an answer.

Okay? - Forget the bitch.

Look at her. She ain't gonna try shit.

Focus on the next move.

[Abigail whimpering]

- Right.

You're right.

Don't think I forgot it was you who found this house.

You're going places with us, bro.

- Yeah, this crew's gonna be a lot

smaller if we don't stop the bleeding.

- Four of us.

Make sure you got the right sizes.

Alright, see you then.

Ride will be here in two hours.

- Two fucking hours?

We're fucking sitting ducks here man.

- Be cool, Doc. He's on his way.

- He better hurry the fuck up.

- Ah! - Whoa.

- Fuck Nonzo.

- Go stitch up his ass.

- Whoa, you try some shit with that scissor

and I'm gonna burn this fucking whole house down

with your two daughters in it.

You understand me?

Get over there.

- Next job will be the mother of all jobs.

Retirement, baby.

- That's right.

That's what Nice keeps preaching about.

Too good of a score to pass up.

My man was right.

Breaking outta prison was an easy job. [laughing]

- Armored car carrying 300 million in untraceable bonds.

My guy on the inside, he's got our bases covered.

Cleaner than a 401k, bud.

- The man with a plan.

Just keep thinking about those tropical beaches

with umbrella drinks and hot island chicks.

- Fuck yeah, man.

- Hey, Little Red Riding Hood,

you guys are really fucking me up pumps.

What were you thinking about going?

Going to Kansas and finding Toto?

- Rich bitch ain't got no style.

- I like them.

- Um, I'm actually done.

- Damn, how'd you get them stitches so tight?

- You shoulda been a doctor Abby.

- Funny, my husband always said I should have been one.

- Well, just keep your cool. Be outta here soon.

- Abby, go cook some shit.

Nonzo, go with her.

Go on.

Keep sniffing those panties, but remember,

we got a plan.

- Just trying to keep her cool, doc.

Besides, it's Nonzo you should be worried about.

He's the one that's been eye fucking her all night

and now you just sent him off to dinner.

- That's right.

'Cause we want him gone.

See, the reason why we got locked,

it wasn't because we're fuckups.

It was because of Nonzo's dumb ass.

- Everything was textbook. [sighs]

We had the drop on the guards.

Nonzo's fucking job was to get the keys to the truck,

- Except the guard driving had double Ds.

So Nonzo was too busy grabbing titties

to get the bitch away from the fucking radio.

- That's when shit went sideways.

- We got burned. So we hijacked an armored truck.

We would've been out of there

the way my brother Mike drives.

- We had a clear exit to the highway,

the some dumb ass civilian got in our way.

- Those fuckers.

- The crash killed my brother Mike

and got us locked up.

Would've been life without parole,

but the Lord has big plans for us.

- Yeah.

Bunch of dumbfuck cops screwed up the evidence.

Cut a deal with the DA just to save face.

Damn,

Sorry about your brother, Doc.

- I appreciate that.

- Who are the dead civilians?

- Who cares?

- Fuck 'em.

- We just wanted to fill you in

'cause the shares on the next job are about

to get a little bit bigger.

- Let's just say Nonzo's looking at an early

forced retirement.

- I'm good with that, but not 'till after the job.

We need him.

- Oh, been a minute since I had me some home cooking.

- It's chili from a can.

- [chuckles] Where I come from, that's good eating.

I'll get that for you.

What, afraid I'm gonna bite you?

- Afraid you're gonna breathe on me again.

- Saucy ass bitch.

I like that - The fuck you doing, Nonzo?

- Nothing man. Just helping her cook.

- Dinner's ready.

- All good, Doc?

- Just thinking I'm about my brother Mike.

He loved himself some good chili.

- Yeah. I wish he was here.

I'd do anything to see Mike again.

You know, I uh, I always remember

what you told me when I first joined up.

All people are animals,

but most of them are prey and just don't know it yet.

Us predators gotta show 'em their rightful place.

I get that right?

- Pretty close. - Doc.

Oh, the table's ready.

- Bring the pot before it gets cold.

- Can I offer you some wine?

- Somebody say wine?

- Hell yeah.

- Um, Nice, can you go get us a bottle please?

- What made you Susie Homemaker all of a sudden, huh?

- You asked me to be more friendly, so.

- Okay.

- There we go.

- Pour yourself some. You've earned it.

- Thank you.

- What should we toast to?

- Um, possibly your health?

- Nah, that shit's weak.

How about the Lonely Wife's Club?

How long has it been since your husband left your ass?

- Five years.

- Are your kids upset at you

'cause you drove their daddy away?

- Go easy doc.

- Fuck easy, I like it hard.

Which one of your girls gives you a harder time, huh?

The fuck happened to your drink?

- We ran out of wine.

- Don't drink.

- You don't drink.

Probably takes you like three bottles for you

to feel anything.

[Smooth groans]

- Abby, you got a napkin? [tense music]

I don't know if it's the fucking chili or the bullet,

but fuck, that hurts.

- The fuck is up with you two?

- What do you mean, doc?

- You her white knight all of a sudden?

- No, I just haven't been an asshole.

- Hey, new guy better watch his fucking mouth.

- Smooth. You okay?

- I think I lost too much blood.

- The fuck?

- Are you fucking--

[Abigail humming]

[humming continues]

[humming continues]

[humming continues]

[humming continues]

- What?

- So glad you're home.

- Glad to be home.

Come here.

What happened to my favorite shoes?

- I didn't wanna ruin them.

John, you're gonna be late.

- Yeah. Hurry up.

My friends keep texting me

that they're gonna leave without me.

- We're coming.

- Hold your horses, mom.

- Yeah, hold your horses, mom.

- I have some work to get done,

so your father's gonna have to take you.

- But you always take me to my games.

- Oh, I know sweetie.

It's just, I have a runway show coming up

and I'm behind on a few pieces.

It just couldn't be helped.

- Lame excuse, mom.

- Becca, be nice.

- Have a great game, princess.

- Not princess today mom, champ today.

- Okay.

[both laughing]

- Dad can I drive?

- Haha. - What?

- Very funny. No.

- What if dad falls asleep at the wheel?

- Well then just read him one of your plays.

[John snoring] - Yeah right.

That would definitely put him to sleep.

How about you sing him some songs or whatever?

Just, [laughing].

All right, you guys gotta go. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

- This is so unfair.

- Too early for teenage disobedience.

- Take care. - Becca go to the car.

- Bye guys. - Let your mom

get her creative juices flowing.

- Bye, mom.

[kissing]

- Spaghetti tonight?

- What?

No, fettuccine Alfredo. Don't you dare call it spaghetti.

- Spasgetti.

- Hey mom?

- Yeah?

- You do realize fettuccine Alfredo is spaghetti, right?

- Bye guys.

Hey. Yeah.

They just left.

- Fuck off, whatever your name is.

- It's John.

- What happened to your face?

- I shaved.

You don't remember me?

Guess I shouldn't be surprised.

I wasn't at the trial.

I was too busy recovering from the coma you all put me in.

You know, Doc, I thought you almost had it.

When you saw Abigail and me together?

- It was you.

You that asshole who pulled out right in front of us.

- What about the big retirement job?

- The fuck. Wake the fuck up. There's no job.

What do you want?

- I want you to experience

what I felt every day for the last five years.

You got off with a slap on the wrist

because of a crooked cop and an incompetent DA.

And then you were given a second chance

and you pissed it away for some pipe dream score

from a total stranger you met in prison.

- Bet it was her idea to send you off to prison

so she can get some dick while you--

[John grunting]

- Life is about second chances.

You've had yours. I've had mine.

Now, where's my little girl's second chance, huh?

- If we could give that to them, we would.

- You might be able to do just that.

- Okay. How can we make it right for you then?

- When the time comes, accept your punishment.

[Doc breathing heavily]

Oh Doc, if you ever talk about a woman

I love that way again, I'll rip your face off.

- I told you we shouldn't have ever trust that psycho.

I knew the job was too fucking good to be true.

- You got us in this mess, Doc.

Now we're all gonna fucking die down here.

- Shhhh.

Relax. Relax.

They're just trying to scare us.

- Yeah. Well, it's fucking working.

- If they wanted us dead, we would be already,

let's just chill the fuck out

and figure out way to get the hell out of this place.

- Yeah, how we gonna do that when we're all tied up?!

- I'm fucking thinking!

Okay? I'm fucking thinking, okay?

I'm thinking.

- Hey Doc, I ever tell you about my stint in juvie?

- Not a great time for a stroll down memory lane, Smooth.

Let's focus on trying to get the fuck out.

- Trust me, it's relevant.

I was already locked up for boosting cars.

Cell next to me was empty,' till one day

this kid, Brandon or something, got locked up for

stealing shit from homes to pawn it.

He said this time he robbed the wrong place.

I tried to get him to calm down,

mainly so I could get some fucking sleep.

But he kept ranting, "I robbed a Houngans!"

- The fuck is a Houngans?

- Voodoo priest.

- How is that fucking relevant?

- You don't see that giant fucking altar?

- Okay, well, what happened to the kid?

- I was asleep when I heard the screams.

[man screaming]

The guards didn't bother to check on him until the next day.

They said his legs and arms were bent sideways

like a human pretzel.

I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it myself.

- And how is this story supposed to help us get outta here?

- Let us know what we may be dealing with.

You ask me, I think we're fucked.

- Great, Smooth, real fucking helpful.

- Knock off the fucking ghost story. Okay?

Let's just focus on trying to get the fuck out.

[laughing] I see you there, Little Red Riding Hood.

Were you flickering with the lights, trying to scare us?

Huh? Enjoying the show?

- Immensely.

- You know, I was just telling your husband how badly

I wanna ram a knife into your fucking skull.

- You're so feisty.

Doc, we haven't started yet.

- [laughing] Oh, I'm scurr.

Jesus Christ, Abby, you're going over the fucking deep end.

John, please tell me this fucking bitch escaped the asylum,

'cause there's no way this Looney Tunes ho

should be out in fucking public.

- Which one of you stole my necklace?

- Necklace? - Mm-hmm.

- Nobody touched your tacky ass jewelry.

- A confession will help your punishment be less severe.

[Abigail sighs]

- Abigail?

- Not now, John.

- Said to wait 'till he gets here.

- Yeah Abby, don't listen to the voices in your head.

Listen to your husband

who drove his fucking car into traffic

and killed your girls.

[Doc screaming]

Christ help me, please

please, I don't wanna die.

Please, I don't want to die.

- Last time.

Which one of you stole my necklace?

- Nobody fucking took your necklace, you dumb bitch!

I didn't fucking take it.

- Who took it?

- Okay. Okay, I took it. Okay? It was me, I'm sorry.

- No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Come on. Come on.

- It's in my pocket, right there.

- See, was that so hard?

You know, honesty is the best policy.

Didn't your mom teach you that?

[signs] Nonzo, Nonzo, Nonzo, Nonzo!

You weren't so forthcoming, were you?

[sighs] Look at this guy.

Isn't he cute? He looks just like you.

How about we play with him for a little bit?

- No.

- You see these little hands, perfect little hands?

Yeah?

- No, no, no.

[Nonzo screaming]

- The ritual will be starting soon.

[Nonzo groaning]

[girl giggling]

- Dad, get down!

- Is everything okay?

- Sorry. You caught me in a daydream.

- About them.

- I miss 'em so much

I can barely bring myself to look at their rooms.

- Ah, I think I can get free.

- What?

Man, if you don't do this, we'll be fucking dead. Hurry up!

- Okay. Almost there.

- You got a fucked up hand anyway.

Just fucking snap that shit open.

[Nonzo grunting]

Good, man.

Hurry up, man. Do me, man.

- Ah shit.

They fucked you up real bad, dude.

[Nonzo shouting]

- Fuck!

- Hurry up, man!

- Ah, fuck off!

- Come on, dude. Untie me, bro, come on.

[Nonzo screaming]

- Shut up!

[Nonzo panting]

- They're gonna fucking hear you.

- Okay.

- Shh.

- They're gonna fucking shh be quiet.

[Smooth coughing] - Let's get the fuck out.

- Shit, how are you even still alive, man?

Damn. - Hey, you okay?

You're okay.

- Please help me.

- No, I love you, but you're dead weight. Let's go.

I'll get the voodoo shit and get the fuck outta here.

- Bet.

- There are only two. It should be three.

- I don't fucking know.

[John shouting]

Get off me! [John grunting]

Get off me! - No! [grunts]

- Doc! [grunts]

- John, hang on!

[Screaming]

[screaming continues]

- Fucking bitch!

Fuck!

Fucking bitch.

- Houngans.

Good to see you.

- Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy.

The pleasure is all mine.

- It's so nice to see you after all this time, Houngans.

- I trust you are happy to be reunited?

- Yes. And eager to start the ritual.

- We're extremely grateful.

Everything you said would happen

has happened exactly as you said it would.

[man speaking foreign language]

- You are home now and no longer in need of my protection.

Follow me.

[man speaking foreign language]

Very good.

[Nonzo coughing]

- Bunch of fucking animals, let him die in peace.

- No justice, no peace.

[Houngan speaking foreign language]

[Nonzo screaming]

- What the fuck did you do to him?

Huh?

- Sometimes death is a new beginning.

- Your turn will be coming soon.

- You can make this less painful

by admitting your guilt, say you're sorry

for what you did to our daughters.

- Sorry.

- Okay. - Yeah. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm so fucking sorry. Please.

- That's a start. Doc?

- Fuck your kids.

Shit happens.

You can continue bitching about it or you can move on.

Tired of your fucked up games.

- This isn't about us, Doc.

This is about those two innocent lives you took.

And our new friend is gonna make sure

that's the only thing going through your thick

skull as you leave this world.

- Ah, stop bitching about it, man.

What fucking parents you are.

Kill your kids and now you hire this crazy fuck

to do some voodoo witchcraft fucking shit?

- You deserve worse than death.

[Abigail chuckling]

Oh my God, I can't believe we're actually doing it.

That felt so good. So when's our next ritual?

- Do you remember the pact we made?

- Yeah, of course.

- No, you do not.

[Houngans speaking foreign language]

This was not our pact.

- We didn't mean to misplace your trust.

Tell him, Abby,

- I thought that they would be useful for protection.

I didn't even think that they would work.

- You made a pact bound by blood.

You are a fool

for meddling in powers you do not understand.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to break our pact.

Please forgive me.

- Your dedication and sacrifice has ensured

our act will succeed.

Your daughters would be proud.

- I, I promise I'll do better.

Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it.

I swear I won't undermine you again.

- Whatever you do, do not let him in.

- Marcus, the fuck are you doing in my house?

- Jesus, Abby, I've been trying to call you for an hour.

Your door was unlocked. I just...

- What?

- I just wanted to see if you were okay.

- And that makes it okay for you to just walk on in here?

- Abby, we found the fugitive's car a mile down the road.

You haven't seen anything, have you?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Hey guys, there's a cop in the house.

You gotta be quiet.

- You don't have to be rude about it.

- You're trespassing just to make a pass at me.

- I wasn't...

- Sure.

- I'm just doing my job.

- Why don't you go and do it somewhere else?

- Okay.

Goodnight, Abby.

- All right. I did what you asked.

- Very well.

Are you ready for the final ritual?

Remember, all those responsible

for your daughter's deaths

will pay their debt.

- This I vow.

We're ready.

[Abby sighs]

- This I vow.

- I will return soon with a manbo to complete

y'alls new appearance.

- A manbo?

- You must both prepare yourselves for what is to come.

- What's the matter?

- You don't always have to take his side.

You should try sticking up for your wife.

[person speaking foreign language]

- What do you want now, ratchet ho?

- You son of a bitch!

- Get that motherfucker, kill him!

[Screams]

Stop it, stop it!

- Stop it!

- I know that you are angry.

I know that you are tired, but this is not the way.

We are dealing with forces bigger than us.

We made a promise to Houngans.

- We always make promises we don't intend to keep.

- What are you talking about?

- Look at our daughters.

Look how well that turned out!

- No, no, no, no. That is not my fault. Look at me.

Look, when this is all done, we sell the house.

We get out of here. We travel the world.

We find each other again. The new us.

Huh?

What do you say?

- You're always the perfect one.

You're always the Boy Scout.

- No, no. That's not fair.

Nobody's perfect.

Abigail, I need you to say it.

Say it.

- Not revenge.

- Justice. Not revenge.

[both breathing deeply]

- That was sweet.

- Your time's coming up. You're next, motherfucker.

You're next.

John?

[panting] John!

Why the hell did you lock that?

- Relax, mom.

- Yeah, it was just a little joke.

- Are you and dad having a fight?

- No. No. It was nothing.

[girls laughing]

- Girls?

Rebecca?

Amelia?

Where are you?

You gotta tell me where you are?

- Why didn't you drive us that day?

You always drove us.

- Did you not love us enough?

Is that why you made daddy drive us, so we could be hurt?

- You wanted a new family, didn't you?

- No, no, no! [panting]

- Geez, you scared me.

- What are you doing, Marcus?

- Abby, this is Detective Lisa Gomes

and I believe you know Detective Tom Carson.

They have a couple questions they'd like to ask you.

- Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bellamy.

Marcus has told us a lot about you.

- Good to see you again, Abby.

- Go fuck yourself.

- Excuse you?

- Abby. Can we just all relax?

- This is officially harassment.

I've done nothing wrong.

- We know John was involved in the prison break tonight.

- What?

You mean the one on the news? - Yes.

- No. No.

That's impossible.

- Why did your husband fake his identity to get into prison?

- That's gotta be a first, pretending to be somebody else

to get yourself locked up.

It's usually the other way around.

Why is that, Abby?

- I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Am I supposed to know who that is?

- That's John, Abby.

- No, Marcus.

I know my husband and that is not John.

- Where's your husband, Mrs. Bellamy?

- Not that it's any of your business,

but my husband left me years ago.

Come on, tell them.

- That is true.

He hasn't been seen around here in a long time.

But that's all I can speak to.

- You do know those are the men he escaped with, right?

The same men who killed your daughters?

- Now, Officer Gibbs noted that he thought it was kind

of odd that you weren't too concerned about their escape?

- I've been trying not to live in the past

so I can move on with my life.

So thank you.

Thank you for coming here,

dredging up my most painful memories,

especially when it was your fault

that my daughter's killers got a lighter sentence,

missing evidence.

Perjuring yourself in the stand.

Great job police work, detective.

Now tell me why you still got that--

- Enough, Mrs. Bellamy, this is about your husband

and why his fingerprints showed up in the prison database

under a different name.

John, if you can hear me, it's time to turn yourself in.

- Do you have a warrant?

- Any minute now.

Why don't you save us the trouble

and let us have a look around?

- Absolutely not. Get the fuck out.

- Let's go. - Get out.

- We'll be watching.

- Out!

What?

If you have something to say, Marcus,

then just fucking say it!

- You know, most of what she said over there was

pretty true about me.

I felt bad about the meltdown I had in

court for a day or two.

They stuck me on desk duty.

It wasn't all that bad.

DA had to settle.

Shit happens. Right?

- You're a shitty cop. You know that, right?

- Abby, if you're just honest with him,

things will go a lot better for you.

I know you've been through hell

and trust me, the DA will take that into consideration.

- I've been through hell?

Five years later and I'm still going through it.

- So tell us where John and the others are.

You have more support than you realize.

You just have to open up.

- You gave up on this job a long time ago, didn't you?

Well, I got your back so long as you got mine.

- I thought that I could do this.

I really did.

I, I thought that I could do this.

But when John woke up from his coma,

I thought that it was the only way

that we can heal our family again, or whatever's left of it.

I...

- You can still have that.

- To get revenge, Marcus.

Marcus, I'm so lonely.

- I know. I know.

- They have arrived

- First, the cleansing.

[Lucinda humming]

Next, the mark of the faithful.

[Lucinda humming]

Now you. [humming]

- The spirits are here. [humming]

[Lucinda singing in foreign language]

[singing in foreign language continues]

- Come out and feast.

- Darkness has been your home.

It will become your home once you step out into the light.

Salvation is the light.

Come out.

[Abigail crying]

- Daddy?

- Yes, baby girl. Daddy's here.

I thought I'd never see you again.

- Mommy? - Amelia.

- Daddy? - Come here!

Oh, girls...

- Thank you for helping us, Daddy.

- Of course. I missed you so much.

- What about mommy?

- She missed you too. Give her a hug.

- What's wrong, mommy?

Are you not happy to see me?

[Abigail crying]

- Thank you for helping us mommy.

- A sinful flesh is the sign of a rebirth.

The time is now to cross over to the spirit world.

The time is now.

A rebirth.

- When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam?

No grace, no womanhood.

Ah, beastly creature.

- Please, don't.

Not like this.

- Say it.

- I'm sorry. - Louder!

- I'm sorry! [screams]

[Doc and Nonzo scream]

[Doc continues screaming]

[Abigail crying]

- The window is closing.

Justice has brought you peace.

Go now.

- I love you both very much.

- We love you too, Daddy.

- What am I doing?

Rebecca?

Rebecca, Amelia!

Rebecca?

Please, I haven't,

I haven't said goodbye to them yet. Please!

- The children have already crossed over.

- No. No...

- John, no.

No, please, no, no...

[Abigail wailing]

No!

No! [crying]

- Everything will be okay now.

You've been through a lot and you just need to rest. Okay?

You'll see.

- I just didn't, I didn't expect them...

- I knew it!

- Marcus? - Fucking lied to me.

You lied to me the whole goddam time.

- No, no.

- Shut up. Is that blood?

- Marcus it's not what you think.

- Turn around. Put your hands on top of your head right now.

- Where's your warrant, Marcus?

- Warrant?

I heard people screaming in here.

I don't need a fucking warrant.

I come in here and I see two crazies

and what are these, fucking cult outfits?

- Marcus, please.

We're just-- - Abby

- No, no, no. Just leave.

Marcus, I promise, I won't tell them--

- I put my ass on the line for you.

- I won't tell them.

- I told...

- No, don't.

- Where are the others?

- Okay, Marcus, think about what you're doing.

- I am thinking about it.

I'm thinking that I have my gun pointed at your

fugitive husband right now.

I can say any story I want.

Who do you think they're gonna believe?

Huh? - What do you want?

- I want you to take me to them right now.

Right now!

- Alright.

- Please don't go upstairs.

- Abby. - You can't.

- You need to call a lawyer. You are gonna need it.

- No, you can't...

- I'll be back for you.

Move your ass.

- We go way back, Marcus.

You sure you want to do this?

- If I shoot you, I'll get a medal.

Yeah, I think I'm good with that.

- Right.

- What the fuck is this?

- Justice.

- Shut the fuck up! Turn around.

- You're in way over your head, Marcus.

- You're in way over your head, John.

Who the fuck are you?

Answer me, goddammit, who the fuck are you?!

- No justice.

No peace.

[Marcus screaming]

[Abigail panting]

- Why Marcus?

- Mrs. Bellamy, we need to begin John's transformation.

You must leave.

- No, but why Marcus?

- Mrs. Bellamy, leave.

- Okay, but wait, wait, wait, wait. What?

What if, what about my identity?

What if the other cops, they're gonna know?

- Sound judgment.

Your transformation will begin soon.

You must go.

[Lucinda speaking foreign language]

[Lucinda humming]

- The doorway to hell is like a eyes of a cat.

But the transformation rituals requires something else.

[Lucinda speaking foreign language]

Once complete, you will become unrecognizable.

[Lucinda speaking foreign language]

[Lucinda laughing]

[John screaming]

[Lucinda cackling]

- You should be worried, Abby.

New life? That's funny.

Does it even bother you that you got me killed?

- No. You, you got yourself killed.

I didn't do anything.

- [scoffs] Don't worry. It's just us here.

Keep on lying to yourself instead of confronting the truth.

- No, the truth is that I'm the real victim here.

Not like my daughters and not like me.

- So killing three, wait,

four men in cold blood makes you the victim?

- Houngans said that none of you were innocent.

Not like my daughters and not like me!

- What about John?

- John?

John is innocent.

- Do you trust him?

- Of course I trust him.

- They know.

- No, no. Stop it.

I'm, I'm innocent!

- What are you afraid of?

The guilt buried deep inside you?

No. Stop it!

Okay. [panting]

- That bad voodoo magic

you were so eager to get your hands on

to cover up your own guilt and revenge.

You never stopped it from the truth!

- No. No!

No!

No, no... [crying]

Are you okay?

Oh, John.

Oh, sweetie.

She can keep you resting.

- So much pain.

So much hurt.

All because of you.

- What?

- I know what you did the day of the car crash.

I know why you made me drive.

I know because Rebecca told me.

She saw it all from beyond her grave,

things a little girl should never see.

- We got a call about a disturbance in the area?

- Hello, officer.

- Hello to you.

- No, I didn't.

I didn't.

I didn't do it.

- You did this.

- I did-- - All this time,

all those years spent behind bars,

rotting with those animals,

blaming myself for everything that happened.

All because of you!

[Abigail crying]

- John, I didn't mean for anybody to get hurt.

- Oh, if you had just driven the girls like you were

supposed to that day, they would still be here, Abigail.

Rebecca and Amelia would still be with us.

This is your fault.

You made me feel guilty,

saying why did I drive down that road?

Why didn't I turn?

"Why didn't you swerve a little faster, John?"

[Abigail crying]

- I admit I was unfaithful.

John, I'm sorry--

- Not good enough.

- John, look, I love them.

I would never hurt them. You know that.

- But you did! [Abigail crying]

- You helped kill them and now you must pay your debt.

- No, no, no... [crying]

- Do you remember our vow?

All those responsible for our daughter's death

will pay their debt.

- But, but I didn't do anything.

Those men were the ones that did it.

They deserve it. Not me.

No...

John, what are you doing?

- Justice.

No...

John, you wouldn't do that because you love me.

- I did. I loved you so goddamn much, Abigail.

But you ruined our family.

And now you will be punished.

- No, John, I love you.

I love you. - You know what, Abigail?

I don't know if you ever really did love me.

- No, dear.

You are not going anywhere.

- Lucinda?

- Yes.

I'm really happy about the progress that you made, Abigail.

But unfortunately it's not enough for the debt

that you must pay.

- But I thought you were my friend.

- Oh Abigail, did the guilt cloud your judgment

so bad that you forget this was all your idea?

- Yeah.

John, please don't. [crying]

- It's all right, John. Take your time.

- Please I'd do anything to trade places with our girls.

You didn't deserve this.

Amelia, Rebecca did not deserve this! [crying]

- You control her.

Your fate it is in your hands.

[Abigail screaming]

[Abigail sobbing]

- Goddammit, all I ever wanted was to be a good father

and a husband to you!

But I was never good enough.

[Abigail sobbing]

- No, don't... [crying]

John, no, no, please don't, please don't, no!

[Abigail crying]

- Abigail, [speaking foreign language].

You must be held accountable.

[Abigail crying]

[Abigail screaming]

[Abigail humming]

[humming continues]

- Here's your fucking warrant.

- Wow. That was fast.

- Of course, is Marcus here with you?

- Officer Gibbs is presumed missing.

He never returned his patrol car last night.

- Yes.

- What if he ran into those prisoners?

Funny you should mention that,

because his last known contact was a voicemail.

He left early this morning saying he knew

exactly where the prisoners were.

[Abigail laughing]

What's so funny, Mrs. Bellamy?

- Oh, you had me going there for a minute.

Of course. Please, have a look.

Listen, I have nothing to hide.

- Fucking bitch.

- What was that, detective?

- Bridge!

[man sighing]

Fuck!

- Careful. Almost made me mess up my stitching

- There's nothing here. Wasting my goddamn time Tom.

Abigail, no more games. Where's your husband?

- I told you he left years ago.

- What happened to Marcus last night?

This house was the last place his cell phone

pinged before it died.

- [sighs] Maybe he's pulling your leg.

You weren't so nice to him.

Ow! - Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- You have been with her too long!

You're starting act like him!

- Keep it together.

She knew we wouldn't find shit.

You heard that voicemail?

No wait, that was fake.

- You're right. But if you can't prove it,

we have nothing.

We're done here.

You wanna do another sweep?

- They must have missed something.

- I'll radio it in.

- No.

If we're wrong, that'll make us look even worse.

- Copy.

- Your partner seems to have a real anger problem.

- Maybe she doesn't like liars.

- Oh, funny, she seems to tolerate you just fine.

- What? - Don't move.

Don't move.

Take that!

- What the fuck are you doing?

- [chuckles] You got a spider on your head.

You should just thank me.

- Thank you.

You do that again, I will shoot you.

[Abigail sighs]

- I wish you had that same anger towards

putting my daughter's killers behind bars.

- I did my job to the best of my ability.

If you've got a problem with it,

then you can contact my supervisor.

- Detective, if that was your best, then that explains why

there's so many cases that go unsolved.

- I'm done talking to you.

- Why?

So you can go and mess up other evidence

on a different case,

just like you did with my daughter's case?

- Maybe I'm thinking of new ways to have you busted

for killing Officer Gibs and those convicts that you

and your husband helped escape.

- Oh, detective.

See, you need to be careful

because it's possible

that I may be recording this conversation.

And what would that do?

That will hurt your next promotion, huh?

- Well, I guess I'll just have to take my chances, won't I?

- Huh.

- What the fuck?

Kill me, kill me! [sobbing]

Fuck this!

- What's going on, detective?

- [laughing] Maybe she got tired of having a shitty partner.

- What's wrong with your voice?

- I've made some changes since your last visit.

- Who the hell are you?

Get your hands over your head now.

- I have to apologize.

Abigail would've done a much better job.

- You drop it or I drop you.

- Okay.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Aww, okay.

I'm not gonna kill you.

- What? [panting]

- You see, killing is just not my job.

It's his.

- All those responsible--

[woman screaming]

[voices overlapping] [birds chirping]

- Lucinda.

- Yes?

- I'd like you to meet a friend of mine.

She really needs your help.

- Oh, I saw you on the news.

Your daughter was kidnapped.

- Murdered now. [Lucinda gasps]

We found her body last week.

- Oh my God. I'm so sorry.

- I just want justice for her.

- So you want all of those responsible to pay?

- Yes.

- Good.

[Abigail screaming]