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Last year, Father Thomas died of natural causes. A week ago, monks heard humming
coming from his tomb. The monastery opened the crypt and found him like
The Vatican wants to consider Father Thomas for sainthood, but they need two
things first.
DNA evidence that this is true incorruptibility. No decay.
And evidence of a second miracle.
So you need us to go get it?
Yes.
Okay.
I don't think the miracle is real.
The stigmata.
Why? Her hands.
She uses the wheelbarrow all day.
This is what happened when I did it for five minutes.
What about these?
What cabinet?
Why?
What's in it?
That if even one word is spoken within the monastery walls, the ding will be
out. And if he's out, he can never be recaptured.
Sounds like a story to scare the monks.
But doesn't anybody ever say anything?
Like, or just scream out something in their dreams?
They put gags in their mouth when they sleep.
You're kidding.
No.
And they expect us to do the same tonight.
They want us to put gags in our...
Boo.
Not about a demon. She needs a doctor. One of the monks is a doctor. They also
have an exorcist here.
They think this is the work of the devil. They need to stop playing around.
They're not playing around.
We need to departure them. What if it kills Fennel? Who's Fennel?
They're none.
Oh, my God. This place is so fucking anti -women.
Shh.
Listen.
We're on their turn.
We need to let them take care of this spiritually and medically. I'm getting
phone. I'm calling a doctor.
I think it's the bot fly. Excuse me? The bot fly. The prevalent in upstate New
York. I think that's what the humming was in the crypt. I think that's what
out of either Thomas' coffin or the devil's cabinet. That's what we just saw
with Fena coming out of her stomach. It's called cutaneous lava migrants.
The bot fly burrows under the skin to leave its head.
It's like an alien.
Yeah. Sometimes real life is worse than movies. But it's not the devil and it's
not diabolical. What the monks heard... The humming in the crypt, it's the bot
fly.
And when they brought up Thomas' coffin, they brought the bot flies up with
them. What about the sigil brand?
It's not a brand. It's not a sigil. Here.
When the larvae burrows under the skin, it leaves the circular or spiral pattern
like what we saw.
So what do we do?
Okay, so when the exorcist blessed the infected spot with ointment, that is how
they suggest to get the bot fly to the surface, vastly.
You cover all the air holes because that's the way the bot fly breathes.
And then the butterfly erupts to the surface to escape.
Don't take this the wrong way, Ben.
But I wish there were some things you couldn't explain.
There are. I can't explain these people.
I can't explain why they would spend their whole lives in silence. That is
insane to me.
Not in silence.
They're talking to God.
Okay, sure. But just the thought that you would spend your whole life
ever talking without having sex, without watching a movie or talking on the
phone or telling a stupid story.
That's terrifying.
Is it tempting for you?
I... I tried to silence my mind for ten minutes and it almost
drove me crazy.
But then I look at them and they seem... at peace.
Yes.
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