All language subtitles for The.Voices.of.Our.Mother.2026.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH

You are mine,
and no one else's.

You are mine, and no one else's.

I need your help, Annika.

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.

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.

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.

Oh, Mama!

Mama!

Mama! Mama!

Mama!

Oh, it's okay, darling.

Okay, it's okay.

Mama!

You're mine and no one else's.

You're mine and no one else's.

You're mine and no one else's.

You're mine and no one else's.

You're mine and no one else's.

You're mine and no one else's.

Mama?

Mama?

Mama?

Mama?

Mama!?

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...

I'll order you one, just...

Send me your address, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

All right.

Hey, Martin.

Thanks for picking me up.

-It's good to see you.
-Yeah.

Yes. Yeah.

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.

Lord, take this hate

out of my heart, please.

I've been searching for love.

When will you show me the way?

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.

-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.

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?

-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?

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.

I need
your help, Annika.

At least with the funeral.

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.

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.
-Oh.

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.

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...

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?

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.

Holy shit.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

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.

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.

I'm sorry I haven't
been in touch.

It's good to see you.

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.

Same one?

Do you ever think about it?

I don't know why
grandma kept this.

I need your help, Annika.

Martin, you know, you know
how to unfold that?

Yeah.

She okay?

She's fine. Let's just get this
over with, okay?

Is she okay?

She's fine.

Mom, are you okay?

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.

Harriet.

Harriet!

It's too late for God!

Harriet, did you hear me?

Harriet, do you understand
your plan of care?

It takes a long time, okay,
I don't know the answer,

all right? We've got to
stay, we've got to wait!

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 often times regain
their strength with rest

and the comfort of loved ones.

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.

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.

She asleep?

Yeah.

Should we maybe stay with her?

Stay with her?

Yeah, stay with her
for the night.

What? Me?

Jesus.

Martin.

Annika.

William.

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?

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?

-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?

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.

You always had to take
what was mine.

You always had to take
what was mine.

Oh, is that what this is about?

Guys. Come on.

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.

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.

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!?

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.

A nice part of town.

Yeah, close to a casino.

Fuck you!
You you owe me $15,000.

You owe me my wife!

How many times?

How long?

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.

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?

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.

Is she okay?

I don't see her.

The fuck you mean
you don't see her?

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.

William!

Thank you. I'll see you soon.

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.

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.

Come closer, father.

Closer.

Closer.

It's confession time, father.

Ask me.

When was your last confession?

Fuck you.

How have you sinned?

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.

You are my mine
and no one else's.

I'll come back.

I just need some guidance.

Your father.

He was a good man once.

He never had a chance.

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.

-Flour.
-Flour?

Flour.

Flour.

What's flour?

When I was, uh...

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."

And she believes me, gives me
back the baggie.

Apologizes and says, "Bring back

some goodies on my day."

Oh, man.

Whatever happened to Mikey?

He died of an overdose.

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.

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?

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.

You're too pure.

Just like mother said.

You're right.

I could have helped.
I should have helped.

Tell me it isn't true.

Tell me it isn't true brother
or I will kill you right here

-and right now.
-Therese.

Speak!

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

And what are you going
to do with it?

You want
to save her now?

I want to kill her
more than ever.

Come in.

-This come today?
-Yesterday, father.

Thank you.

William?

What are you doing?

What needs to be done.

You don't want to see this,
Annika.

We can't do this.

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.

You do as you're told.

Stop! William!

-Guys, stop it!
-Stop it.

Stop!

I'm sorry.

No. No.

Martin?

Martin?

Martin.

I can't.

Put the gun down.

You are mine,
and no one else's.

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...

You're mine, and no one else's.

You're mine, and no one else's.

You're mine, and no one else's.

You're mine, and no one else's.

You're mine,
and no one else's.

You're mine,
and no one else's.