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Stab wound to the chest,
heavy blood loss,

blood pressure dropping.

Make sure we have uncrossed
matched blood waiting.

Five milligrams of morphine IV.

Surgery prepping?

[scream]

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DR. WOODS (VOICEOVER):
This is simple, Maggie.

All you have to do
is tell the truth.

It's the easiest
thing to remember.

Breathe.

Try again.

Slower.

I was just leaving when she was
dropping-- she was-- I'm sorry.

Um, I was just dropping
something off at her house.

DR. WOODS (VOICEOVER):
Who was at the house
when you first got there?

MAGGIE (VOICEOVER): Hannah.

[birds chirping]

[knocking]

It's in the kitchen
next-- on the counter.

It's on the counter
next to the stove.

Excuse me.

You're not going to
stop and say hello?

I know you have family over.

So I was just, you know--

So-- so you just
baked a beautiful cake

and were just going
to drop it off

with some flowers and leave?

I just-- I want to
let-- I don't--

I just want to let you know
I was thinking of you,
that's all.

I don't-- I really
don't want to intrude.

Are you kidding me?

We have tons of food.
You must join us.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Thanks.

Besides, I need your help.
My mother is here.

Oh my gosh.

HANNAH: What time did you
finish with work last night?

MAGGIE: 6:00 AM.

How do you know her?

We worked at Pretty Pennies
online store.

She kind of took me
under her wing.

She's like that.

Hey, everyone.

Look what I found in the yard.

MAGGIE (VOICEOVER):
And there's her husband,
of course.

Michael.

I hope you didn't let her in.

MAGGIE: Uh, I can always
take my cake back

and eat it without you guys.

MICHAEL: Oh, no.
If you brought us
gifts, that's different.

- OK, well.
- Come here.

Anyone else at that time?

Luke.

LUKE: Hey, baby.
How's it going?

Long time.
- Good.

I know.
Long time no see.

How are you?
- I'm great.

Let me get these.
- Oh, no.

- No, no, no.
If it helps, just yell.
- OK.

LUKE: And while you're at it,

maybe get Hannah up
dancing or something

because her ass is
just too fine to be
sitting in that chair all day.

Bethany, I am going
to slap your husband
for being inappropriate.

Ladies, ladies, I bear gifts.

Where did you get those?
They're beautiful.

Is this a cake?

Yes, Maggie's here and
she's joining us for dinner.

- Good.
- Jean, where do they
keep the vases in here?

I don't know.
I can't find anything.

So in your search, if you find
a colander, give me a call.

You know, in fact,
you should give

me a call to let me
know why my daughter

doesn't call, because--

This has nothing
to do with Luke.

Wait, whoa, whoa.
What has nothing to do with me?

What was nothing to do with me?

You don't communicate.
That's what the problem is.

BETHANY: Mom,
would you get cooking?

Does this look
like it's a problem?

I don't see any grand babies,
so obviously there's

some problem with
intercourse somewhere.

We just got married.
Stop it.

And I'm not talking about sex
with my mother-in-law again.

Oh.

Well, you may not want to talk
about, but let me tell you.

What were you doing during
that six year engagement?

LUKE: I am not talking about
sex with my mother-in-law!
- Out.

Out.
- No.

- Get out.
- Get me a glass of wine.

- Mom! Seriously.
LUKE: You've had too many.

Terrific.
Yeah.

OK.

JEAN: Hannah,
the house looks wonderful.

You should banish me more often.

MICHAEL: It's funny, Jean, I was
thinking the exact same thing.

HANNAH: We didn't banish anyone.

We just didn't want you around.

JEAN: Well, if you
wanted to be alone,

you should have
gone on a vacation

to a beach with rum drinks
and little umbrellas.

Jean, have a glass of wine.

I think you'll find that's
called a stay-cation.

It's environmentally friendly.

LUKE: It's basically a
vacation but at home.

JEAN: Hm.
For a whole year?

It wasn't a year, Mom.

JEAN: It felt like a year.
And besides, a stay-cation?

Sounds like something
poor people do.
- Mom!

MICHAEL: Jean--
Jean, that's awful.

You're an awful snob.

You are!

I know that you're not poor,
although I don't exactly

know how you make money with
an online clothing store

because people can
just order things

and then they can wear them
out to, you know, a rave

or whatever and then--
don't laugh at me!

And then they can just send it
back and expect a full refund.

That is something
that you would do, Mom.

Sorry, hang on a minute.
Jean, are you telling
me you go to raves?

Because I have to see that.

JEAN: Frequently.
- Killer moves.

- Very, very sexy.
- Shut up!

MICHAEL: Yeah.
- No.

Most people are cool, you know.

Sometimes we do get
stuff back that smells

kind of like fish food.

But we have a special file
for those guys, don't we?

Yes, we do.

JEAN: Fish food files.
Very clever.

- Is that a compliment?
JEAN: Mm hm.

You should just stop
while you're ahead.

MICHAEL: I think it was.
This looks delicious.
Let's start.

Uh, thank you to the chef.
- Thank you, chef.

- Cheers!
- Seriously.

- That's great.
- No, no. No thank you.

Ever since he found out
Cabernet has calories,

he's scared of it.

- No.
- I'm terrified.

JEAN: Hannah, sweetie,
that's your third class.

HANNAH: I know that, Mom.
My husband's an accountant.

A bad accountant.

JEAN: Yes. I'm just saying
that you have to be careful

about mixing alcohol
and your meds.

But it makes your teeth
so pretty and pink.

I'm fine, Mom.

No.
You're not.

BETHANY: Mom!
Can you pass Maggie the sauce?

JEAN: No one gives a
shit about the sauce.

You are an Olympic deflector.

Why are we not
really talking here?

Hm?
Honesty is healthy.

You guys are so
desperate to be cheerful

and-- it's-- we're acting
like nothing happened.

This is what happens when
families are apart too long.

LUKE: Jean, you know,

I think the important thing
right now is that
we are all here--

Only because we were
allowed to be here.

Yeah. And it means a
lot that you came.

HANNAH: I think that Emma
would have really liked it.

Yeah. It feels good to be
together again as a family.

HANNAH: Yes.
It does.

JEAN: Michael, Hannah,
I love you both so much.

And I just-- I think that

that thing you have
to offer the world

is your combined gene pool.

And I think the
family should expand

and I want
some grand babies to squeeze.

If you don't need a therapist,
why do you need those?

Therapy is doing nothing but
making me more depressed, Mom.

Then change therapists.

You think that you
can just come in here

and start telling me what to do?

I--

MICHAEL: Do you know
what it's like
to lose a child, Dr. Woods?

No.

MICHAEL: Well, it's like she's
not where she's supposed to be.

She's not in my arms.

And I know she's gone...

...but that doesn't stop me
from looking for her.

[pills clinking in sink]

LUKE: So then
Bethany came back

and bought this feng shui CD.

And it sounded so bad.
It sounded like
Japanese porn music!

[laughter]

So I played it the
next time we did it.

TMI for a mother-in-law.

Sorry.

BETHANY: Weird.

I keep thinking she's
still up in her room
and we're going to wake her up.

- Babe.
- I'm so sorry.

MICHAEL: It's OK.
No.

We're fine.
Really.

We're just glad you're here.

Maggie, can you hurry up
with that sugar rush

before my husband bores us to
death with one of his speeches?

Yeah, well, it looks terrific.
Let's cut in.

One second, Jean.
Um--

Ah.
Too late.

Thank you for the
introduction, sweetheart.

Um, we just wanted to say
it's been a difficult year,

but, um...

in honor of her birthday,
to Emma.

- To Emma.
- To Emma.

- To Emma.
- To Emma.

Now let's have some cake.

[suspenseful shriek]

- Whoa.
- How did you do that?

That was so weird.
The knife just moved by itself.

MICHAEL: Whoa.
That was weird.

JEAN: No. You're being silly.
You just bumped the table.

What's in this coffee?

Here, you do it.

OK.

As I remember,
big pieces for the boys, yes?

Excuse me.

LUKE: Babe?

Honey?

Now...

Why don't you tell me...
how the others died?

[ominous music playing]

[creaking]

Oh my God.

[music swells]
[shrieks]

Jesus. Shit.
You scared me.

What is wrong with you?

You look terrible.

Are you pregnant?
BETHANY: No.

Can we just not have
this conversation?

What are you waiting for?

Mom, now it-- it's just not
fair to Hannah, you-- you know?

I--

HANNAH: What's not
fair to Hannah?

- I should have come before.
- But you couldn't.

- Well, no. I didn't--
- Tea?

I didn't want to come here and
make you feel bad, you know?

I get all over-emotional and--

I've been such a mess that
it doesn't even matter.

OK?

JEAN: Wait. Wait.

I'm sorry.

You didn't invite me
to come to be with you,

and yet you asked her?

Is that right?

And did you come?

No.

I bet you didn't
even get an email

saying that she was too busy.

Totally understandable.

HANNAH: Mom. I invited Bethany
to come because she

doesn't judge me, and Luke
because he makes Michael laugh.

But you didn't come because
of your precious emotions.

You've always been a narcissist.
- Mom, that's not--

JEAN: Mm mm mm.

She's right.

No, she's not.

BETHANY: I'm sorry.

It gave me a chance--
or just gave me a reason

not to clear out her room.

I thought maybe you'd
want to say goodbye.

I'd like that.

I know.

I do it every day.

OK.

Han--

[suspenseful music playing]

[crying]

[door slam]

[creaking]

[suspenseful music playing]

[shrieking]

[thumping]

[screaming]

- So is Beth OK?
- She'll be fine, hon.

She's always had a
flair for the dramatic.

HANNAH: She just needs a minute.

- Cocktails, anyone?
- Mm-hm.

You know, I think
I'll make some tea.

Would anyone else like some tea?

Uh, no thanks, Mom.

Hannah, should I
go check on Bethany?

MICHAEL: She's fine.

Well, I imagine
being the world's

first human magnet would
mess with your head a little?

I'm sorry. Did that not just
freak everyone the fuck out?

LUKE: You know, there has to be
a logical explanation to that.

MICHAEL: Well, the lodestone
is indigenous to this area.

You take the ocean being nearby,
full moon and the spring tide,

and it probably caused
some kind of
freak electromagnetic reaction.

Really?

And I just saw an Asian
leprechaun with an Afro

run by the front door.

You've got too
much time on your--

Wa-- sh, sh, sh.

Did you guys just hear that?
MICHAEL: What?

- Did you hear something?
- I didn't hear anything.

I thought I heard screaming.

I'm going to go
check on Bethany.
I'll be back in a minute.

- You didn't hear that?
- No, I didn't.

- You didn't just hear that?
- No.

I'm sure it was Jean.

[suspenseful music playing]

Beth?

Are you OK?

- Yeah, I think so.
- Sure?

I think I might
have just passed out.

- You want me to
call you a doctor?
- No.

No, I-- I'm just--
I'm exhausted

and I don't want
to cause any more fuss.

OK?

Am I interrupting anything?

Hey.
No, not at all.

Maybe you can come
in here and talk

some sense into your sister.

I think she might
need a little doctor.

I don't need to see a doctor.

LUKE: I'll leave you guys alone.
See you later, babe.

Hey, honey.
Hey.

Hey.

You feeling OK?

I feel horrible.

Oh.

What's the matter?

[whimpering and growling]

Bethany, what are you doing?

Ow.

Bethany.

BETHANY: Cast me
out into the ungodly

and turn me over into
the hands of the wicked.

- What are you saying?
- You're among the wicked,
Hannah.

Bethany, are you OK?
Bethany--

You're among the wicked.

Bethany, stop that.
Ow!

You're scaring me.
Stop.

- I know your secret.
- Give me the--

I know your secret.
I know your secret.

Stop it, Bethany!
This isn't fucking
funny anymore!

Let go of me!
Stop it!

[coughing]

Jeez.

[retching]

(DEMONIC VOICE)
Why glimpse through
an abomination to the Lord?

It says here your sister
was in a recovery center

in 1996 for exhaustion, hm.

Interesting euphemism.

What was she in recovery for?

Uh, she was in rehab
for like a week.

But it was because she
was having panic attacks.

DR. WOODS: Mm hm.

I guess she thought that pot
smoking might help with that.

These panic attacks, were they
the result of her drug use,

or was the psychosis a,
uh, preexisting condition?

I don't know.

She-- I mean, she
wasn't a drug addict.

And she-- and she
wasn't mentally ill.

She was just ranting like
she was bat shit crazy.

MICHAEL: Sweetheart, please.
You know how she is.

Don't let her rattle
your cage so much.

HANNAH: Yeah.

My family drives me nuts.
- I know.

- Everybody's does, right?
- Yeah.

[shrieking]

- Is that Bethany?
- Hannah, wait, wait, wait.

Is it Bethany?

[crying]

Beth!
Beth!

MICHAEL: What the
hell is going on?

- Sweetheart.
- Beth?

- Oh my God. Honey.
- Beth.

Do you have anything
to calm her down?

Hannah, go get the pills now.

- What pills? What?
- Please!

We don't know what
she's already taken.

She could've been high already.
Bethany?

[Bethany crying out]

[suspenseful music playing]

[garbage disposal whirring]

Hannah.
Hannah!

Hannah!

Hannah!

OK, let me in there.
Let me in.

JEAN: Bethany, breathe, honey.
- Shh.

JEAN: Slow down.
I got her.

OK. OK. OK.
Let's drink this.

Come on, come on, come on.
- Just breathe.

- OK.
- Easy, easy, easy.

Swallow. Swallow.
Swallow.

JEAN: What?
- Is it supposed
to work that fast?

JEAN: I don't think so.

MICHAEL: Luke.
Still with us?

Are you seeing this?

Oh my God.

DR. WOODS: OK.

Let's try this again, shall we?

Did you write the message, Luke?

If you think I'd write some
fucked up message to my in-laws

about their dead daughter,
then maybe you're the one

who needs your head checked.

Sweetheart, garbage disposals
don't just turn themselves on.

HANNAH: I'm not crazy, Michael.

I-- I tried to
turn it off, I did.

It wouldn't turn off.

Guys, do you think
this could be Emma?

Like, Emma's spirit, maybe?

MAGGIE: No, no, no.

Her ghost, maybe.

Please.
Let's not go there.

HANNAH: Her ghost?

Why wouldn't she have just
gone straight to heaven?

I mean, Emma was only three
years old, for Christ's sake.

I know someone
that can help us.

I can get her to come over.

Is she a doctor?

She's someone that can tell
us if it's really Emma or not.

Worst case scenario, we
rule out any other sort

of possibilities.

HANNAH: So you mean
she's a psychic?

The last thing we need
is some woo-woo,
carnie weirdo that--

What kind of person
comes to strangers' houses

in the middle of the night, hm?

Michael?

Jean, if she's here,
I want to know.

Bethany wrote it.

LUKE: Bethany wrote it, Jean?
Really? How?

And how did she do that?
If my wife is crazy,
I want to know.

Babe, I want to go to bed.

MICHAEL: Keep an
eye on her tonight.

We'll get her a doctor
first thing in the morning.

Right now, she should rest.

I feel terrible.

Maggie.

Call your friend.

Do you think your
wife was possessed?

No.

I don't know.

I don't know anything.

I don't even know how we
ended up with a psychic.

Samara, come in.

Can I take your
jacket or your hat?

Do you mind if we
skip the pleasantries
and I just take a look around?

Yeah.
Do you mind if I come with?

Yeah.
I do, actually.

Emma's room is
upstairs to the left.

Yeah, it is.

That wasn't a question.
Where are the others?

- In the dining room.
- Keep 'em there.

[ominous music playing]

[creaking]

Subtle.

[squeak]

Hm.

[crack]

[breathing and whispering]

[mysterious whispering]

[suspenseful music swelling]

[glass cracking]
Ow!

Ow.
All right. I get it.

Well, congratulations.

There is definitely
a presence here.

It's a pretty strong one.

How old was Emma when she died?

- She was, um--
- Almost four.

And how long have you
been in this house?

Shouldn't you know
all this already?

Almost five years.

- How did she die?
- She--

It was an accident at home.

I found her.

OK.

I'm going to need some candles,
white ones preferably.

I'm going to try to make
contact with this entity.

OK.

So before we begin, I must warn
you that this is serious shit.

This is not a game.

And if anybody needs
to go to the bathroom,

I suggest that you do so now

because people have been known
to piss their pants.

I'll be right back.

[suspenseful music playing]

HANNAH: That-- that was Emma's.

SAMARA: Please concentrate.

Focus.

I call upon the guiding
spirits to cloak each

and every soul in
this room tonight

in your glowing white light.

I'd also like to invite
the four archangels

to be the gatekeepers.

Michael to be the protector,
Uriel to guard the circle,

Gabriel to be the communicator,
and Raphael to be the healer.

I ask that the masters keep
this room bathed in white light,

and may we always be acting
for the highest good.

Thank you.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Amen.

Abracadabra.

Maggie, could you please
change seats with Luke?

Any reason?

- You're pretty.
- Oh.

SAMARA: We are
here tonight to try

to make contact with
Emma Anderson, the young girl

who died in this house.

Emma, are you here with us?

Emma, would you
like to speak to us?

[banging]

[laughter]

Emma, is that you?

EMMA: I'm here.

SAMARA: Are you the young girl,
Emma, that died in this house?

EMMA: No.
I'm not dead.

MICHAEL: Oh my God.

SAMARA: Where are you, Emma?

EMMA: Aunt Bethany's house.

SAMARA: How did you
get in Bethany's house?

EMMA: Mommy.

SAMARA: Mommy took you
to Bethany's house?

What does she mean
by Bethany's house?

SAMARA: Are you
mad at Mommy, Emma?

EMMA: Mommy hurt me.
- OK, this is bullshit.

- Sit back down.
- I'm done with this, OK?
Enough.

- Hannah, please. Please.
- Are you kidding me?

Is it because Mommy
didn't come with you?

Are you going to just sit
here and listen to this woman?

SAMARA: Because Mommy couldn't
come to where you are?

EMMA: It hurts.

SAMARA: Did it hurt you
when you died, Emma?

Get this woman out
of my house right now!

Oh.
I'll get the lights.

[laughter]

[shrieks]

Once invited in to play,
darkness does not go away.

Oh my God.

SAMARA: Oh,
there's no God here, lover.

Not that that would
bother you, Hannah.

How one lives with herself,
I'd really like to know.

Please.
Who are you?

Please.
I like that.

What do you want with Beth?

Oh, nothing that 53 men
haven't done before you, Luke.

Bethany is me.
I am Bethany.

We're the best of friends.

You stay away from my wife.

Or what?

Exactly, you spineless worm.

Besides--

SAMARA AND BETHANY:
We like it here.

[gasp]

[thuds]

LUKE: Beth.

[whimpering]

Beth. Beth.

[shrieking]

DR. WOODS: So what happened
after the table shook

and Samara teleported from one
side of the room to the other?

Dr. Woods...

Don't you think
our minds sometimes

block things out for a reason?

That's OK.

You have to talk to me, Michael.

You have to tell me things.

I've been doing this for,
oh, damn near 22 years.

It's an unfair advantage.

Most killers don't have
that much experience.

MICHAEL: You got it?

LUKE: She's looking better.

You OK, princess?

BETHANY: Michael.

Michael?

Oh, Michael.

Michael, come close.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, Michael.

Mm.

You made me so wet.

Oh, Michael.

I want you so much.

Beth?

Touch me.

Michael, I want you so much.

Bethany.

Come on, Michael.

No secrets anymore.

We both know you
still think about me.

JEAN: She doesn't know
what she's saying.

(POSSESSED VOICE) She does.

Ask Michael.

HANNAH:
Tell me she's wrong, Michael.

Is she wrong?
Michael.

BETHANY: Come on, Michael.
No secrets anymore.

We both know you still think
about sleeping with me.

HANNAH: Tell me she's wrong!

Hey!
Hey, hey, hey.

No, no.
Stop it.

[smack]
Ow.

LUKE: Sorry!
JEAN: Fuck! Just stop.

Bastard.

BETHANY: Oh, Hannah.
You know you married a whore.

And by the way, the sluttier
you act, the more pathetic

you look and the
more you disgust him.

Just stop it now, OK?

Stop it, Bethany.
Stop it.

Hey, hey.
Hannah, I love you.

There is only you.

Liar!
He's always wanted me more.

How could you?

BETHANY: Don't think she
doesn't lie to you too, Michael.

Tell him your secret, Hannah.

What?

Tell him.

Emma didn't just fall down
the stairs all on her own,

did she now?

Hannah.

Hannah.

I'm asking you,
what did you do to Emma?

BETHANY: Hannah's favorite
thing about working from home

is the fact that she
didn't have to drive.

She could drink as
much as she wanted.

Hannah didn't find Emma
at the bottom of the stairs.

No.
She put her there.

JEAN: You lie! Shut up! Shut--

[thud]

Toddler in one arm,
drink in the other.

She lost her step.

She dropped her child,
but not the drink.

No.

She didn't spill a drop.

Oh, God, no.

[crying]

How do you know this?

Who are you?

I'm Belial, Lord of the Flies.

I can see into your soul,

and you're the man
who left his child
in the care of a drunk.

You condemned your child.

She just carried
out the sentence.

Oh.

[laughter]

[Hannah crying]

I want my lawyer.

DR. WOODS:
Luke, you have two choices.

You can stay and we can
talk a little longer,

or you can go wait in
the cell for a few hours

and then we can talk
a little longer.

What do you want to know?

DR. WOODS: You don't
think your wife's...

...condition was a
convenient distraction

from what was really going on?

I know my wife.

She wasn't there.

And I know if I called
the police or a doctor,

they would have pumped
her full of lithium

and locked her in a padded cell
with that thing inside her.

[distant phone ringing]

[knocking]

Please come in.

Father Patrick.

We spoke earlier on the phone.

Thanks for coming.

So where's your wife now?

She's-- she's upstairs.

- Thanks.
- So just come in.

Have you called a psychiatrist?

We thought about it.

LUKE: Father, are you
able to perform exorcisms?

FATHER PATRICK: Exorcisms
went out about the 1600s.

No matter what you've
seen in the movies,

they are pretty much extinct.

And psychology
has taken over now

and mental illnesses
usually account for...

...most cases
of peculiar activity.

We stopped witch hunts, too.

MAGGIE: What about miracles?

Does the church have
a scientific explanation
for that?

Miracles are real.

[suspenseful music playing]

I'm freezing.

Luke?

Luke?

Who are you?

It's OK.

It's OK.
It's OK.

You're mine.

So you say this entity
or demon,
if that's what it is...

...speaks to you?

He said he was
the light bringer.

Also known as morning star.

LUKE: He also said he
was king of the flies,

whatever that means.

Well, Lucifer a more common
name for light bringer,

which translates
into morning star.

Belial is the lord of the flies.

All these are
references to the devil.

It being the devil itself,
however,

stretches the outer reaches
of likelihood, even possibility.

LUKE: Father, my wife
is in the other room

with something
pretty unfriendly inside her.

So I'm about ready to
try anything you've got.

FATHER PATRICK: All right.

So what do you think
may have attracted

the devil to your wife?

MICHAEL: He means
is she a bad person.

- She's as good as gold.
FATHER PATRICK:
If that's the case,

it is possible that she was the
victim of a poor environment,

morally speaking.

My daughter was raised in
a wonderful environment.

And morally speaking,
what you're doing

is actually fanning the
flames of superstition.

What are you,
recruiting by fear these days?

Bethany doesn't need a priest.

She doesn't need a physic.

She needs medical help.

It is the middle of the night.

I'm going home.

But I will be back
in the morning

with a professional in tow.

- Jean.
HANNAH: Mom, I'll walk you out.

Jean.
Thank you.

The devil, my ass.

I will be back tomorrow.

So you hold the fort, hm?

OK.

I'm sorry.

[suspenseful music playing]

Are you ready, Father?

OK.

Beth.
Bethany. Bethany.

(POSSESSED VOICE)
I guess this is
what Christine felt

when you left her
on the side of the road.

What?
You didn't know her name?

They're filthy liars,
Father, but not me.

MAGGIE: No! No!
Get off!

MICHAEL: Beth.

Beth, Beth.

You know, Father, if you
want to be screwed with,

you should make a little effort,
you know?

Maybe curl up that pretty
hair of yours or something.

We should keep her tied down.

Somewhere we can
see her, preferably.

[laughter]

[duct tape ripping]

Oh, normally no, but...
under these circumstances.

I think it's best we wait
before we attempt anything else.

Dark powers are strongest
in the late hours.

Why don't you stay over,
Father?

We'd all feel safer
with you around.

No.

I must go and pray and seek
guidance from the church

of how best to fight this.

Please try and keep Bethany
as comfortable as possible.

Stay together.

You're stronger that way.

And I'll see you
in the morning, Maggie.

[suspenseful music playing]

Beth.

Beth?

Beth?

[eerie sounds]

What are you doing?

I thought I saw Bethany.

Bethany's tied up downstairs
in the living room.

No.

Yeah, she is.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

DR. WOODS: So what
was your wife's

relationship with Michael?

I understand they used to date.

I think you're swimming up the
wrong stream there, Dr. Woods.

DR. WOODS: And what
stream would that be, Luke?

The one that says
my wife's a whore.

- Oh, I didn't say that.
- We're done here.

DR. WOODS: Let's back it up.

What was the reason that you
were spying on him in his room?

LUKE: I wasn't spying on him.

I thought I saw her
go up the stairs.

So you were jealous.

No.

Yes.

Look, I was downstairs.

I went to the bathroom.

I could have sworn I saw
her go up the stairs.

OK.

[suspenseful music playing]

[birds chirping]

[knocking]

It's good to see you, Father.

The, um, the bishop has
given me permission to, uh,

to monitor the situation in
a more official capacity.

Where is everybody?

Inside.
Come in.

So Father, what now?

Well, for the church to allow
me to perform an exorcism,

I need to show a
case of possession.

What are we looking for?

Uh, it's several things.

I mean, the church's list
is rather lengthy
for this sort of approval.

To begin with, speaking
in a foreign tongue.

[Bethany speaking Latin]

LUKE: What did she say?

MICHAEL: It's Latin, right?

Are you kidding?

Bethany don't speak Latin.

[speaking Latin]

It appears she does now.

You've proved your
point, spirit.

[laughter]

[speaking Latin]

Yes.

- Let's do this.
- You'd rather die poorly,
Father.

You were in attendance
at his hour of death.

God bless.

How did you know that?

I know these things.
Get used to it.

Do you remember what
he whispered to you?

I do.

The Catholics still
believe suicide

to be an unforgivable sin.

Yes.

BETHANY:
So tell me, Father, why,

when he asked you with his dying
breath if he would go to hell

did you tell him yes?

I'm bound by the truth,
and Jesus said that suicide is--

You're nothing like him.
Jesus was a carpenter.

FATHER PATRICK: He was.

And you just nailed and
screwed a lot, eh, padre?

FATHER PATRICK:
The Lord will protect me
and the others

and the girl that you've
so wrongfully entered.

I'll scar the girl's insides.
I'll hider her sanity
where you will never find it.

You have no control here.

(POSSESSED VOICE) Oh, really?

[shrieking]

LUKE: Father, do something!

Help! Help! Help!

Beth.
Untie her.

Please help.

LUKE: It's OK.
Bethany.

Shh.
It's OK.

[cries out]

(POSSESSED VOICE)
You die, Father.

[gasping]

[growling]

[moaning]

Is it gonna stop that?

[moaning continues]

Seems to be gathering strength.

[moaning]

It's trying to create fear.

Fear is our worst enemy.

And we must pray and wait for
this demon to show its hand.

An even better reason
for us to take our time.

Can you just
please do something?

I can't take this anymore.

Look, how will we
know what it wants?

Maybe-- maybe it's a test,
like Job or something.

LUKE: Job?
What the hell is Job?

Satan challenged God
by saying that Job

only praised him
because of all the gifts
that God has given him.

So God told Satan
that he could test

Job's faith in
any way he wished,

providing he didn't kill him.

So the devil responds by
taking away Job's family...

...destroying his crops,
slaying his cattle,
turning his friends against him.

And instead of turning away
from the Lord,
as the devil hoped,

he asked for
forgiveness of his sins.

He did not only pray
for his own sins,
but the sins of his sons.

Never once doubting his faith.

And thus proving
the devil wrong.

Can God give
permission to the devil

to annihilate someone's life?

That's fucked up.

[knocking]

[demonic roars]

[roars]

Yeah.

This place has got some
seriously bad energy,

but something told me
I should come back.

Plus, I missed you guys.

Hannah.

Oh, I see you brought
in the God Squad.

Greetings, padre.

Um, it's Father Patrick.

Samara.

The psychic.

Oh, yes.
Interesting.

Thank you.

I would have chosen
mysterious and beautiful,

but interesting's good.

So how's our little
demon doing today?

BETHANY: Ha ha.
My puppet on a string.

Are you flirting with me?

Those voices you hear, your
so-called guardian angels,

you don't know them very well.

You can't tell the difference
between them and me.

Why don't you go back to
sticking your fingers
down your throat?

You can't save her, and
she's not worth dying for.

SAMARA: Yeah.
Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Because you can't be
everywhere all at once,

my sassy little spirit.

And right now, may I remind you,
you are cowering
behind a lady, dude.

(POSSESSED VOICE)
Suck my dick, fatty.
- Whip it out, bitch.

(POSSESSED VOICE)
Sit on my lap.

Waste of time.
We should all be preparing.

(POSSESSED VOICE)
And I'll show you.

[dramatic music playing]

EMMA: Mommy.

I'm scared.

I don't want to be alone.

[emma crying]

EMMA: Help me, please.

Come with me, Mommy.
I'm scared to be by myself.

Hannah. Hannah.

We all need
to be here together...

...if we're to save
your sister's soul.

I just want her to forgive me.

We must all ask
for forgiveness.

Each of us.

Priests included.

You also have a husband who
needs your love and prayers.

Will it be enough?

Don't underestimate
yourself, Hannah.

FATHER PATRICK:
More candles,
Um... some matches.

And most likely
more duct tape.

Well, I can get
candles and matches.

The duct tape is, uh,
down in the basement.

Where in the basement?
I'll get it.

Uh, it's on the shelves.
There's a--
there's a whole bunch of it.

You shouldn't go alone.
I should probably accompany you.

Oh, that's sweet, Father.

But I'm a big girl.
I think I can manage.

After you're done here,
can you go check on her?

[door squeaking]

[suspenseful music playing]

[screaming]

[shouts]

- Seriously, don't.
- What the hell is
the matter with you?

I almost had a
freakin' heart attack.

- You scared the shit out of me.
- Is everything OK?

Luke just scared
the shit out of me.

Are we going to
stand here all night,

or are we actually
going to do this?

We're ready as soon as Samara
gets back with the duct tape.

[screaming]
MAGGIE: That's outside.

LUKE: Come on.

[suspenseful music playing]

[crickets chirping]

[gasps]
Oh my God.

[eerie music playing]

Oh my God.

Come on.
Let's get back to the house.

Ooh, it's a party.

How'd you like my
little human piñata?

Why did you do that to her?
[slapping]

MICHAEL: No no, Maggie, no!

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

What do you want from us?

[whimpering]

Get away from her!

Oh my God.
I don't want to die.

You're not gonna die.
It's going to be OK.
It's going to be OK.

[kissing sounds]

[Luke groaning in pain]

[retching]

BETHANY (POSSESSED
VOICE): Down, bitch!

She's my whore.

[speaking Latin]

FATHER PATRICK: I exorcise thee
and all the unclean spirits

in the name of God.

The Father Almighty made
Jesus Christ his Son our Lord

and judge and in the
power of the Holy Spirit,

the devil will depart
from this creature of God,

Bethany, whom he made
the temple of the living God.

The same Christ our Lord who
shall come to judge the living

and the dead in the world afar.

May God rise up and
dissipate his enemies.

May God rise up and
dissipate his enemies.

May God rise up and
dissipate his enemies.

May God rise up and
dissipate his enemies.

The power of Christ compels you!

The power of Christ compels you!

The power of Christ compels you!

I thought that the power
of Christ compelling

comes after my head
spins around and I
masturbate with a crucifix.

I've weakened you, demon.
I can tell.

(POSSESSED VOICE)
I weakened you more, Father.

HANNAH: Oh, God, no.
No.

What's the matter?

Little naked man on a
stick too hot for you?

[laughter]

LUKE: Sorry.

Bethany, I'm so sorry.

If you would only come out
and just stop this,

I promise I will never
lie to you again.

Never lie?

Well, I'll do a deal
with you, Luke.

Just tell Bethany.
Tell her about Christie.

Tell her about your
little accident.

I'll let her go.

FATHER PATRICK:
Don't listen, Luke.
It's just trying to exhaust you.

Shut up, choir boy.

It won't let her go
no matter what you say.

[thud]
Father!

Tell her the truth, Luke.

I'll let her go.
Come on, come on.

And why is that
interesting, demon?

(POSSESSED VOICE) Because it'll
condemn his spirit to hell.

What will it be, cowboy?

Come on, come on, come on.

Tell Bethany.

I'll let her go.

OK. OK.
I'll tell her.

[gagging sounds]

What?

What?

Luke?

Beth.

- Baby. Please...
- Sweetheart.

Why am I here?

Wh-- wait.
Tell me what?

Tell me what?

Sweetheart, you
know how-- well,

do you remember one night
last year I got home so late...

and I told you I hit
something on the road?

Yeah.
Um, he-- he hit a deer.

You-- you hit a dear, yeah?

What did you do?

LUKE: Uh, oh, baby, baby--
baby, I-- I-- I--

I gave up drinking, remember?

And the reason was because
that night I was-- I was drunk,

and it was raining
so, so heavily.

Baby... I didn't hit a deer.

What did you do?
What did you do?

What did you do?
LUKE: Baby...

BETHANY: What did you do?

I can't do this.

Please, God.

Fail, loser.
Boring.

Luke didn't hit a deer.

Luke hit a woman with his car.

He was too much
of a coward to help her

because her jaw was
three feet from her face.

Coward.

HANNAH: Luke.

Is it true?

It was, uh-- I didn't--
it's not the way...

It was an accident.
I didn't fucking mean it.

I didn't fucking mean it.

I didn't fucking mean it!

MAGGIE: Hannah,
take Luke upstairs.

I'll make a deal
with you, Maggie.

Tell us what you want, hm?

Ah.
I'll let her go.

Shut the fuck up.
I bargain with no demon.

I've done nothing wrong.
- You can't have him.

He's not going to
leave God for you.

I know what makes you tick,
tick, tock, tick, tock.

Maggie wants the padre's cock.

MAGGIE: Shut up!
I'll kill you!

[rooster crowing sound]

Just make sure
she doesn't escape.

I'm sorry, Father.

I was never going
to do anything, I swear.

Sometimes God and the devil,
they-- they test our strength.

And they come in many forms.

I don't want to be tested.

I just want you.

Please, please leave
this-- leave with me.

They don't care.
They don't deserve to be saved.

Can't you see that?

Jesus died for the
forgiveness of sins.

I can't turn my back on them.

My faith won't allow it.

God, what am I-- fuck.

What am I saying?

I can't believe I want
to abandon my friends.

No, no.
Maggie, no.

You-- you've done nothing wrong.

I'm so afraid.

Please help me.

Please.

Mm.

[music playing]

[maggie crying]

I'm so sorry.

I can't.
I can't.

I can't give into temptation.

I refuse to let the devil win.

[suspenseful music playing]

Father!

Father!
Help, please!

Somebody help!
Someone help me!

Father!

Come on.

Father.

Father.

BETHANY: He's dead,
he's dead, he's dead.

He's dead.
God love him, he's dead.

How could you!

Really?
He rejected you, Maggie.

You should be thanking me.

Oh, good.
You're all here.

I like it when I can see
the death in your faces.

I'm calling the police now.

With what?
Two yogurt cups
and a piece of string?

It's not working.
Why isn't it working?

None of your phones work,
you stupid bitch.

Who are you going to call,
your mom?

She won't answer.

What do you want?

I just want to play.

If you want to kill us,
please just kill us now.

It's no fun.

I am done playing.

(POSSESSED VOICE) Watch this.

[thud]

[painful moaning]

Oh my God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.
Somebody help me!

Oh, help me.

- What do you think of that,
Michael?
- She deserves it.

LUKE: Just stop.
Just fucking stop.

Stop.
You're killing her.

Michael, for God's sake.

I know what you want.

I'll do it.

I'll give you my faith.

Oh, Michael.

I'll even kill her
myself if you want me to.

Do it for me, Daddy.

LUKE: Michael.
Michael.

Michael, you don't want this.

Yes, I do.

LUKE: Michael.

Michael.

MICHAEL: Move.
Move.

MAGGIE: Please, Michael. Stop.
- Move. Move.

What's wrong with you, you
got a kitten in your purse?

(POSSESSED VOICE)
Drop these losers.

Michael, no!

[slam]

[neck cracking]

[duct tape ripping]

[dramatic music playing]

[slamming]

[shrieking]

No.
No, no!

[thud]

Bethany, listen to me.
I know you can hear me.

You have to save us.
Bethany!

Feels good.

I hadn't stretched in a while.

Hit me!

I do so beg of you.
Boo!

Bethany, I need you.
[ringing noise]

Stop it!

Help me!

Help me!

Please.

You can help me.
Please. Please.

(POSSESSED VOICE)
Shut up, bitch.

Get back where you belong.

[punch]

I group of sinners,
and not one of you

would turn to God for help.

Not one of you had faith.

So here's your choice.

Kill yourself and
save your sister.

Sacrifice yourself for her,
or she dies and you live.

You lie.

You lie!

Oh, ye of little faith.

How I adore thee.

Please.
Please.

Please, God.
Please!

God?
There's no God here.

Now, what's your choice?

Go on.

Do the right thing.

Do it.

Do it, Hannah.

HANNAH: Oh please, God.

I'm sorry.

Please forgive me
for what I've done.

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come--

You're wasting your time.

...will be done on
earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses...

...as we forgive those who
trespass against us.

[crying]

Satan, I forgive you.

Hannah.
Hannah, I love you.

Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

[growling]

I was never here
to take your soul.

I was here to save it.

[gasping]

[music playing]

Amen.

Do you really think
Bethany would've
stabbed herself in the chest?

Or do you think it's more likely
that Hannah would stab

her sister because
she suspected her

of sleeping with her husband?

What do you think?

Hannah came totally
unhinged over Emma's death

and felt threatened.

Once her family
knew her secret,

she would always be the
one whose neglect

caused the death of her baby.

Where was Hannah
when her mother died?

What?

What are you talking about?

Jean left.

Didn't she?

She couldn't let her
mother leave the house.

Jean knew her secret
and Hannah knew

she'd never keep it to herself.

Who made the drinks that night?

She could've given
Bethany any number

of drugs, drugs that
made her as delusional

as Hannah needed her to be.

Where was Hannah when
Samara was killed?

In Emma's room.

Did you see her there?

No.

Then how do you know?

I was there.

I saw Bethany throw
people across the room.

And she knew things that
no one could have told her.

So what makes more sense?

A hallucination... or the
devil in the living room?

OK.

DR. WOODS: This allows
me to transcribe
what we've talked about.

Thank you for being
so cooperative.

After you sign that,
you're free to go.

Where are the others?

Well, they're next door.

I'm not finished with them.

MAGGIE: You're wrong
about tonight, doctor.

The devil was there.

You'll see.

Can't wait to see the look
on your face when you do.

Go get some rest.

Hey.
Get everything you
needed from her?

Oh, yeah.
I didn't need her.
She's been released.

Listen, I think you need to
talk to Luke one more time.

He just mentioned something in
the interrogation about a hit
and run last September.

I don't know.
I could barely understand him.

I think we need you.

Just clean up with a few
more questions, and don't let
them go until I tell you, OK?

All right, no problem.

DR. WOODS: Come get me if
they give you a hard time.

Oh, I'll take care of Hannah.

All right?
- Yep.

MAGGIE (RECORDING): Oh, Neil.
The look on your face.

You think you've figured
it out, don't you?

If anyone can do it, I can.
They'd call it a miracle.

People don't question
what Jesus did.

Even if you can't understand it,
it doesn't mean
it didn't happen.

Close your mouth, Neil.
It's not flattering.

Much better.

Come on, it's so easy.
Think.

Do I have to spell
it out for you?

[tapping]

MAGGIE (RECORDING):
It's a test, Neil.

Like Job, remember?

The priest was a surprise.

I didn't expect him to fall
for man's oldest desire.

But I was wrong.

The psychic was a false prophet.

She was always
destined to be with me.

The real game was a
test for the others.

Michael, loving husband,
but a better adulterer.

His immorality led to
his own self-destruction.

Luke, the murderer.

Yes, he did confess in the
end, but just not to God.

Hannah, I cannot take.

She was the only
one to turn to him.

And one day, her
soul will be reunited

with that of her daughter.

God can have them both,
Bethany, too.

But as for her
unborn child, well,

I can't tell you everything.

I chose this family after
watching them for a while.

I mean, between
murderers and adulterers,

my odds were pretty high.

It's more about
watching people fail

than just taking their souls.

And you, Neil, pretending to
be the protector of truth,

but you forget
only God can judge.

You had all the evidence
in front of you,

and yet you've just
condemned an innocent woman.

Don't you see?

You betrayed God.

It's time to go, Neil.

You soul is mine.

All of you meet
me at least once.

I take many forms.

You can call me temptation.

But I am Lucifer,
the light bringer.

I am Belial.

I am the Morning Star.

[music playing]

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