All language subtitles for The.Incantation.2018.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTG

I knew the very first
moment I saw her,

she was pure helium.

Here, hot on the resting
place of the restless dead.

The crossroads of
demise as well as sex.

Where death begets life,

and life begets death.

May I throw your
case, Mademoiselle?

Merci.

♪ So out of character

♪ Lying there lifeless

♪ I just wanna see your eyes

♪ It's really not what but why ♪

♪ Wherever that you
went that day ♪

♪ I'm sorry that
we let it slip ♪

♪ Away

♪ Away

♪ How then can I explain

Whoa.

♪ Without a word...

Do you mind if we stop
and take a selfie?

Oui, Mademoiselle.

Whoa!

♪ Lying there lifeless

♪ I just wanna see your eyes ♪

♪ It's really not what but why ♪

♪ Whatever that you
took that day ♪

♪ I'm sorry that
we let it slip ♪

♪ Away

♪ Away

♪ Away

♪ Away

Mademoiselle? Do you
have an address?

Huh?

To where you are going?

Oh.

♪ I just wanna see your eyes

♪ I just wanna see your eyes ♪

♪ I just wanna see...

Mother, so weird.

"Transport."

What the hell, Mom?

Uh, this place.

Do you know it?

Here? Are you sure?

I guess so.

Mom always was one
for adventure.

♪ A storm is tossed

♪ Upon the sea

♪ Whose eye

♪ Is stained with tears

♪ A wretch hell bound

♪ And bent on blood

♪ The makings

♪ Of the fearful spheres

♪ The tide it stole

♪ Away her grace

♪ The depths

♪ They wouldn't claim her

♪ Toil begat

♪ By a father's blood

♪ This path

♪ Was laid before her

♪ Redemption bought

♪ By beacon's blood

♪ Applied upon

♪ The darkness

♪ The pact embraced

♪ The road unsought

♪ The maiden of death

♪ Won't be unmarked

Isn't it beautiful?

Is something wrong?

I'll just be leaving now.

Wait, seriously?

Can you at least help
me with all my bags?

I'd rather not.

Okay.

Not such a generous tip then?

As you wish.

Okay, I guess the
French are rude.

Hello?

Hello?

Is anybody home?

- Good afternoon.
- Oh!

You scared the sh...

Sorry, uh...

I didn't see you there.

Miss Bellerose, I presume?

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am the Vicar of Borley.

Vicar, please.

Please...

be seated.

Sorry.

I'm just a little nervous.

Uh, tired.

I think I'm jetlagged.

Sorry.

I'm listening now. Um, I'm Lucy.

Miss Bellerose,

you will notice that
we conduct ourselves

with a little bit
more civility here,

perhaps a modicum of decorum
you're not yet used to.

Yes, sir.

I would like to first express
my deepest condolences

for the passing of
your great-uncle,

The Count Rose du Sang.

I can assure you he was
an exemplary pillar

of the community.

Thank you.

I didn't really know the guy.

Regardless, it's
quite fortuitous

that you arrived in time for
the interment tomorrow.

I trust you'll get some rest

and come amply rejuvenated
come morning.

Yeah, that would
be proper, right?

What am I saying? He's my uncle.

Yes, of course, I...

I will be ready
bright and early.

Before you retire
for the evening,

I'm afraid there's a few rules

that we quite
stringently enforce

here at Castle Borley.

Yes, of course.

The upper floors are
strictly off-limits.

They're currently
under renovation

and can prove to be
quite dangerous.

Yeah, I wouldn't
want to get hurt

or fall down a rabbit hole.

Next, please be aware
that there are others

residing here,

and it would behoove you
not to disturb them.

It definitely seems big enough.

I can keep my own space.

Do not feel compelled to
return each utterance

with a banal affirmation.

Now best if you remain here
on the bottom floors only.

And, Lucy, any uninvited guests
are severely frowned upon.

Understood.

The chambermaid has
provided sustenance for you

in the pantry,

fresh bed linens in
your bed chamber.

Your room is the
furthest due westward

on the tertiary floor.

I bid you adieu.

Thank you.

Oh, and, Miss Bellerose?

As Vicar of the consecrated
grounds here at Castle Borley,

my ancestors and I have
dedicated our lives

to preserving and upholding
the reputation of your family

for generations.

So, please, do not make
me regret that now,

starting with you alone.

I'll do my best not
to disappoint you.

Oh, shit, I almost forgot.

Hi, virtual friends.

It's me, and guess what?

Surprise! I'm in Paris!

Well, close enough.

Bad news? My uncle died.

I know, I know.

But it's okay. He was a
really distant relative.

Good news I'm in Paris!

Mom's not here yet,
but when is she ever?

Seriously, Mom, if you see this,

will you please let me know
when you're gonna get here?

Wait till you guys
see this place.

It's straight out
of a fairy tale.

I'll try to post more soon.

Au revoir, Lucites.

Oh.

Note to self,

need to check on Internet
for personal sanity.

♪ In the darkness I see

♪ I moved

♪ What has passed

♪ Was never meant to be

♪ But my arms still ache

♪ From the punches
that I've thrown ♪

♪ And my soul still bleeds

♪ From the sorrows
that I've known ♪

♪ And though I've
never complained ♪

♪ About being alone

♪ Somehow I still cast

♪ A night shadow

♪ For I cast a night shadow

♪ As I bask in the
light of the moon ♪

♪ I called out,
searched the ocean ♪

Ow.

I see you've found
everything all right.

Holy crap. What is
it with you people?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Shall I draw you a bath?

No. No, it's... it's fine.

- Um, I'm...
- Lucy.

Yes, I know.

Um, I'm fine if I could
just get some rest.

Of course, ma'am.

I'll leave you.

Creep show!

Mm.

Must... take a shower.

Oh, shit.

What the hell?

If you'd be so
kind as to join us

for the funeral rites.

I'll be down soon.

I just need some privacy
to shower and get dressed.

Please, make haste.

You guide me along
the right path

for the sake of your name.

Even when I walk
through a dark valley,

I fear no harm,

for you are at my side.

Your rod and staff
give me courage.

You set a table before me

as I watch my enemies.

Excusez-moi, Mademoiselle?

Do you have some light?

Sorry, I don't smoke.

Of course you don't.

With a face like that,
though, I don't blame you.

You're not from
around here, are you?

Is it that obvious?

Uh, my name is Jean-Pierre.

You can call me J.P.

Bit more American style, no?

And they say the
French are rude.

Well, J.P., the devilishly
handsome gravedigger

at your service.

That's an actual job?

Round here, quite a
lucrative one, yeah.

Wait, you knew I was American?

So it is that obvious.

Well, without the handgun
and the Freedom Fries,

it was extremely hard to tell.

I'm Lucy.

Lucy? Well, that's a name
you don't hear that often.

Well, my mom wanted
to call me Desi,

but I'm not a boy, so...

You certainly are not that.

Uh, Lucy Bellerose.

Bellerose. Rose like the Count?

- Are you...?
- Yeah, he's my uncle.

Sorry, he was my great-uncle.

Oh, I'm so sorry,
Madame, I didn't know.

No, please, it's okay.

He was always just
some blood relative

living an ocean
away in a castle.

To be honest, growing up,

I used to call him
Count Dracula.

Well, he was the
Blood Rose Count.

No, no, no... Dracula,

like, uh... um, Frankenstein

or Wolfman.

Never mind.

Oh, but you know
the story, right?

Of how the Count
got his namesake?

No, actually.

It is said that a king of France

when he was still
a young prince,

fell in love with a rose
farmer's beautiful daughter,

his only child.

When the prince's grandmother,
the queen, found out,

rather than have her
lineage spoiled

with that of peasantry,

she ordered the girl to
be immediately killed.

In her grief,

the farmer's wife
also killed herself,

leaving the farmer
completely alone.

They were buried together

amongst the roses of the
French countryside.

Oh, my God.

Wait, it gets better.

It is said that around
their graves alone,

the roses turn a dark blood red,

instead of their
usual pastel colors.

When the grieving prince became
old enough to be the king,

he awarded the farmer
part of his kingdom

and the title of
Count Rose du Sang,

Count of the Blood Red Rose,

your very forefather.

Although grateful, the
farmer never did get over it

and vowed to avenge his
wife and daughter's death,

cursing your family forever.

Are you serious?

That's horrible.

Oh, my God, you are
so full of shit.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Uh, but... but, wait.

But my name is Bellerose.

I actually always
wondered about that.

Bellerose, a beautiful rose,

just like you. What's to wonder?

Look, uh, let me make
my cruel joke up to you

and bring you to some
local wine tasting.

I could use a friend.

Wait, but what's the legal
drinking age around here?

You do realize this is France,

yes, my silly little rose?

But of course!

Um, you, uh...

You know where to find
me, so au revoir.

Hello?

Don't be afraid.

Uh, excuse, please.

Is the man of the house around?

Excuse me?

Abel Baddon of Dauphine.

Insurance salesman.

Would love to have a chat
with the man of the house.

I hope it's not life insurance,
'cause you just missed it.

Out on an errand, is he?

He's dead.

Oh... my.

Might I come inside
for a moment?

I'm quite weary.

I seem to have gotten myself
turned around at the crossroads.

Sure.

I'm Lucy.

Enchanted.

It's a beautiful home.

Thanks. Kind of just figuring
it out still, but...

Hi. Um, this is...

Uh, wait, I actually
never got your name.

Mary.

Mary. Mary, this is...

Abel. Abel Baddon.

It's a pleasure
to meet you both.

Sorry, I'm terrible with names.

I've made some food, Lucy.

I'm sure that Mr.
Baddon can join us,

but you know how the Vicar
feels about uninvited guests.

I'm so sorry to hear
of his passing.

Oh, not him, unfortunately.

My uncle.

Oh, of course.

My apologies.

Lucy, might I ask
you a question?

It's a sales pitch of sorts.

Sure, but I'm saving my money
for the Champs-Elysées.

Fair enough.

You see, I fancy myself
somewhat of a philosopher,

and in my line of work...

Well...

what do you think of
your uncle's passing?

Not sure I follow.

Do you believe in an afterlife?

In good deeds, a soul,
that sort of thing?

I guess I never really
thought about it.

But to answer your question,
who has time for an afterlife

when we're so busy
living this one?

Precisely.

Precisely. Everything else
is just distractions.

The only thing that really
matters is the here and now.

Right?

Sure, I guess.

I mean, really, think about it.

If once you die, you're gone,

then the only thing
of real consequence

is what you do right now.

There is no right

or wrong.

Only one life

to do as you please.

So we should want to
live as long as possible

on our own terms.

Please, no need to fill her
head with such rubbish.

I beg your pardon.

Look, Lucy,

have you ever done
anything really bad?

I mean, evil?

Something only you know about,

but occasionally
rears its ugly head?

I know I certainly have.

Is it safe to say that
you have some secrets?

Or regrets?

Now let's just say that
none of that matters.

How liberating would that be?

Enough, Mr. Baddon.

I'm afraid I have to ask
you to finish your meal

and leave at once before
the Vicar arrives.

Oh, he's not home, is he?

Okay, I'll bite.

So what then?

Well, then, Ms. Bellerose,

you would be all-powerful.

You could do anything you want

with no consequence.

Death would be your only enemy.

As long as you were alive,

you would no longer
have to live in fear.

Mr. Baddon, I beg of you.

I'm sorry.

My manners.

It's just a spiel
that I'm perfecting

to sell more policies.

Thank you very much for
the meal, Miss Mary.

And, Ms. Lucy,

you will think about it, yes?

Sorry. I don't plan on
dying anytime soon.

No one ever does.

Don't mind him, Mademoiselle.

- The Vicar?
- No, Mr. Baddon.

No, I know. I mean, you said
he was gone for the day?

I'm afraid he's the only one
ordained in the whole parish.

He will be gone most of the day.

Cool.

Excuse me.

Thanks for lunch, by the way.

Relax.

This is my house.

All right.

I know when you guys see this,

it won't be live,

but I'm exploring this
really creepy castle

that my family owns.

They told me not
to come up here.

Ooooh!

If this is my last
post, please...

Hello?

Is anybody there?

It's Lucy.

Whoa.

Ugh!

What's the matter?

Stay away.

Lucy, please. I only
came back to get my hat.

The chambermaid asked me
to come look for you.

She was certain you strayed

somewhere where you
shouldn't have.

I said back away!

Very well.

I'll just give you a
moment to calm down.

Lucy, I heard a scream.
Are you all right?

I couldn't find anyone,

so I just let myself in.

Uh, it's... That's okay.
I just...

I just finished burying your...

I mean, I'm off work.

I wanted to take you up
on that drink offer.

Sounds like you could use one.

Yeah. Yeah, I need to get
out of here for a minute.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah! Yeah, um...

I just spooked myself.

I do it a lot, actually.

I'm a glutton for punishment.

Um, so I just need a
minute to change.

You ready?

So what do you feel like?

Mm, I'm still adjusting.

No, I mean, uh, wine,
beer, coffee, tea?

Or me?

We gotta work on your jokes.

No, seriously, two things.

First, it's Europe, so
we drink at all hours.

And, two, it gets dark
early this time of year,

so let's make it a quick one.

That's what she said.

- Hmm?
- Never mind.

J.P., can I ask you something?

Sure, anything.

Does this place seem
a little off to you?

I'm not sure I follow, Lucy.

I don't know. Ever
since I've been here,

I just felt a little uneasy.

Well, you've only been
here a couple of days.

Ah, that way.

I mean, I just... I don't know.

Look, Lucy, I'm not gonna lie.

Yes, the people around
here are a little weird.

They're sheltered.

And there's lots of
unpleasant history here.

These families tend to
keep to themselves.

I mean, I feel like I'm
being watched, or...

I don't know. It's probably
just general discomfort.

Come here. Follow me.

Oh, my God, it's beautiful.

Come on, let's go.

Wow, it really is awesome.

Isn't it?

My grandfather proposed
to my grandmother here,

so you could say that
if it wasn't for this,

there'd be no me.

Well, I guess that makes
it even more splendid.

Naturally.

This castle, for example.

House Brandy, it has
a very dark past.

All right, let's go see it.

I guess what I was
saying earlier

is that these people just have
no social skills, you know?

Like simple conversations,

and, oh, my God, door knocking.

They say that these
houses built a fortune

over the misfortune of others
during the Valais Witch Trials

or the persecution
of the Sortilegia.

I just keep seeing
this little girl.

- What?
- What did you say?

Come here.

Can you describe this girl?

What was that word...
Sorti... Sort...

Sortilegia.

Where did you find this book?

In that damn castle.

You found it?

It was just lying around?

This was no accident.

Okay, come on, you're
not gonna get me

with one of your bullshit
stories this time.

Look, Lucy, don't
you find it strange

that all this wealth and
power is historically rooted

in what is essentially
a bunch of farmland?

I guess so.

Here? In the middle of nowhere?

Countess Bathory's
got nothing on them.

These people
literally flourished

off the backs of
people like me...

Gravediggers, farmers, peasants.

And by "these people" you
mean people like me.

Lucy, I didn't mean...

No, tell me first, that word.

Sortilegia.

Those who practice black magic.

Sorcerers, witches.

Look, Lucy, the more
power, the more greed.

This wealth paid for
in blood sacrifice.

If you were a count
or a dame back then,

you tortured people for fun.

That's what they did.

It's no secret. Look it up.

But you don't actually believe
in this stuff, right?

It doesn't matter if
I believe it or not.

Look around. We're
surrounded by it.

Castle Borley, House Brandy,
Dauphine, all of it.

The legends are older
than the buildings.

Don't you see that
once they got a taste,

they couldn't get enough?

Innocent souls in
exchange for wealth,

power, and everlasting life.

Look, I cannot make up for
the sins of my fathers,

but I could but you a drink.

I could definitely use one.

- But the girl...
- I never actually saw her.

Now I need a drink.

You know, in all the
excitement, I forgot.

I should at least try
and call my mom.

It's okay. Your card can
help you with that.

But first a truce. A drink?

A drink.

Don't mind them.

Witch's Brew.

Why not? I want to
give you a taste.

Uh, just a local beer, please.

You gotta be kidding me.

Is this for real?

Thanks.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

So, you never told
me about the girl.

Yeah, it's weird.

It's like I can feel her.

Does she wear a white dress?

So you do know her.

A shot, please.

♪ My life's a bit more colder

♪ Dead wife is what I...

It's just an urban legend.

That's what people
cling to down here.

It's probably just some
kid messing with you.

Yeah, but usually folklore is
at least based on something.

It's not just legends.
It's true.

One whisky, one shot, one beer.

♪ I see my redhead, messed
bed, tears shed... ♪

Ahh!

Was a couple of
hundred years ago

that clergyman shagged
the head mistress,

a nun.

They had a girl child,

so they yanked her out.

Triple cardinal sins.

So they found them,
chopped them up,

and set them on fire,

just like they did that
little girl child.

Witches!

The whole lot of them.

♪ Dead love couldn't
go no further ♪

♪ Proud of and
disgusted by her ♪

♪ Push, shove, a little
bruised and battered ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, I ain't
comin' home with you ♪

Like I said, urban legend.

- Is it true?
- Ignore him.

♪ My life's a bit more colder

♪ Dead wife is what I told her ♪

Whisky, Irish.

♪ Brass knife sinks
into my shoulder ♪

♪ Oh, babe, don't know
what I'm gonna do ♪

- Not all of it.
- None of this bothers you?

Not in the least bit?

Witches, immortal priests,
black-eyed little girl ghosts?

Who said anything about
black-eyed ghosts?

Now who's making up stories?

Look, Lucy, people
are bored here.

Yes, this place has
a sordid past,

but they just need
their entertainment.

Don't take it too seriously.

- Jean-Pierre.
- What?

Uh, there has been an accident,

one of my relative.
I should really go.

Of course.

Will you be able to
make your way back?

Yeah. I'll be fine.

Another round for her.

I... I can handle it.

Sorry. I... I don't
speak French.

Oh.

Ah!

One beer, please.

Thank God, an American.

Yeah, I'm just here

for the Battle of
Belleau Wood Memorial.

Rumor has it there's a Devil
Dog fountain of youth.

Uh, excuse me, sir. Can I...
Can I ask you...

Sorry, Miss America. Semper Fi.

♪ Proud of and
disgusted by her ♪

♪ Push, shove, a little
bruised and battered ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, I ain't
comin' home with you ♪

♪ My life's a little
bit more colder ♪

♪ Dead wife is what I told her ♪

♪ Brass knife sinks
into my shoulder ♪

♪ Oh, babe, don't know
what I'm gonna do ♪

Shit!

Hello?

Is anybody home?

Hello?

Hello?

Excuse me. Sorry to disturb.

Come in, child.

Oh, my God.

Sorry.

Um, I'm... I'm a little lost.

And drunk, mostly.

Um, sorry.

Drink.

I... I was wondering, actually,

if you could tell me how to get
to Castle Borley from here?

Mmm, Castle Borley.

Mmm!

The Borley curse

and it's so great.

Many centuries' wrath
it does spate.

A sign has been half-imposed

upon our wee bloody Bellerose.

What did you just say?

From death and lust
that ne'er was born

from an unpure womb
she had been torn.

A sinner father through
time will last

till death become
him hard and fast.

I'm gonna be sick.

The demon trilogy you must find.

Only sharpened skills
doth the curse unbind.

The Devil himself
partakes the feast.

The squinter, the youth,
and the diabolic priest.

Mademoiselle?

Good morning, Madame.

What?

Madame, your sheets.

Oh, my God.

I... I already...

It's okay. I'll take those.

Um...

Okay. Thanks.

Can I have a moment, please?

Of course.

It's fine. I'm not hungry, Mom.

Just come and sit here.

I'm sorry about
Uncle Ricky, Mom.

'Twas a terrible tragedy,

but what can we do?

Three funerals in as many weeks.

I'm beginning to think
this place is cursed.

Jean-Pierre, please.

Don't.

I'm sorry.

I met a girl.

Oh, really? Tell me more.

- An American.
- Now, that is interesting.

Where did you meet her?

Castle Borley.

What?

You know about it, right?

Of course, son. Just
another place is all.

How so?

Don't know much about it really,

other than my mother was
scared to go there.

Just kid stuff.

Tell me more about this girl.

Beautiful, headstrong,
different.

Sounds American.

I think I like her.

Sounds like you.

- Tsch!
- Jean-Pierre!

I'm sorry, Mom. I just
realized I left her alone

in a bar full of strange
men last night.

I really should get going.

Oh, off with you.

I'll phone Serrano.

Forgive me, Mom.

And, again, I'm at a
loss about Uncle Ricky.

I'll help with the
arrangements when, uh...

It's okay, son.

Life is for the living,

so go and live it.

There'll never been
another like you, Mom.

Ew, gross. What is that?

And what is he still doing here?

Mary and the Vicar were kind
enough to offer me repose.

I'm... I'm grateful.

Do you seriously trust this guy?

I thought there were no
guests allowed here.

We were not going to just let
him wander the countryside.

- Morning.
- And to you, young Jean.

Might I trouble you for
a dozen roses, ma'am?

I'm not sure which color.

It depends on the intent,
now, doesn't it?

A girl, is it?

You devil, you.

Then blood red it is.

Who's the lucky girl?

It's my right, you know,

as you won't be coming
around here no more.

No one can take your
place, Miss Montee.

She's American, Bellerose clan.

Rich? Or new royalty,
I should say.

You know what they say
about boyars and ancients.

I hope not dirty money.

What do you mean?

Jean-Pierre, don't be naive.

People disappearing,

rumblings of witchcraft.

No one will even go to
House Borley no more

- 'cause of its...
- Come on. Wives' tales.

And like I said, she's American.

I'll tell you what I know.

That fire weren't
no wives' tale,

and those people really died.

The whole incestuous lot
of them, save the Count.

And the only reason he
stuck around, they say,

is by selling his soul.

Come on, Miss Montee.
Whispers unbecoming of you.

Get out of here, you playboy,

before I steal you
right back from her.

And save them lips for kissing

that sweet mother of
yours, not rich Americans.

What are you looking at?

You work for me, remember that.

Lucy, thank God. I'm so sorry.

For what?

About leaving you
alone last night.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing, I just...

That I can't take
care of myself?

Because I'm a little girl?

God.

Where do you park your ego
and that big white steed?

I just meant I was concerned.

- A stranger in a...
- How is he?

Who?

The guy, the accident.

He...

He didn't make it.

I...

Oh, my God, I am
going crazy here.

I'm hallucinating,

and I'm being chased
by an imaginary girl,

and... and I'm pretty sure
that I've been drugged

and God knows what else.

And these two are just
icing on the cake.

Lucy, are you all right?

Should I bring you to a doctor?

That's perfect.

She finally speaks her mind,
and she needs a doctor.

That is perfect.

I...

- Are you...
- Shit!

My purse, my stuff.

Lucy, calm down.

Where are you going?

The woods. I think I
left my stuff somewhere.

Shall I come with you?

Fine, but at your own risk.

And I don't need your help.

Let's go.

Lucy!

Where are we even going?

I'm going to try
and find my things

and figure out what the hell
is going on around here.

You're not really
making any sense.

Look, I didn't mention
this, but I had an...

an encounter. I... I don't know.

That's the best way I can
think to describe it.

- With who?
- Some old lady.

I don't know. She... She
was speaking gibberish,

and I was drunk.

Can you even remember
anything she said?

Well, she went on some
crazy rant about a curse,

and she knew my name,

and I'm pretty sure
that she drugged me,

and she has my stuff, so...

So you are going to go to that
obviously crazy person's place

alone and just demand
your stuff back?

Why don't you just
call the police?

I can handle her.

Here. This is it.

Lucy, calm down.

Let's not make it harder
than it already is.

Hello?

I don't understand.
She's not here.

But she was here!

Huh!

Look! See?

I told you.

Where's my stuff?!

And this fucking book!
I am so sick of it!

Look, Lucy, this
doesn't prove anything

other than you were most
likely here last night.

Well, how do you
explain it then?

I wasn't that drunk.

All right, book, you
seem to be following me.

Let's see what you have to say.

What language is this?

It appears to be several.

Looks like some sort
of instruction manual.

That's crazy.

That sort of looks
like it's Hebrew.

That is German.

- Wait, go back.
- Wait, what?

There, Latin.

I'm decent at Italian.

Let me give it a shot.

Something about "die."

Like dying?

No, like dice.

Let me concentrate.

Okay, so it's about
someone's prophecy.

No, destiny.

Uh, it's a detailed account
of something called

a black mass?

And it keeps mentioning
a Saint Walpurga.

What does that even mean?

Apparently a chosen
one's lot is cast,

and through a spell,

how do you say,

an incantation.

It means something...

"Power through the death
of the innocents,

everlasting life,"

something, something,

"consecrated ground."

Wait, what?

Okay, hang on.

This is clearly some sort of
dark ritual or something.

Knowing the history around here,

sounds like someone is some
sort of demented hobbyist.

Why does this even matter
so much to you anyway?

Look, J.P., I didn't
tell you this.

I've never told anybody this,

but I've always had these
dark feeling inside,

and I try to cover them up,

because they're pretty
depressing, but...

When I was a little girl,

and my mom used to
tell me stories,

I was always the one
rooting for the villain.

I... I used to make out
with boys in cemeteries.

I would try to hang out
outside of funeral homes,

hoping to see a dead body.

Am I making any sense?

Look, for years,
I've tried to put on

this perfect princess image.

I don't even fucking like pink.

But then I got here,

and then this all just
came rushing back.

What did?

I don't know. The castle,
that girl, this book.

It's... It's wrong,
but it feels right.

And from the moment I got here,

I had this feeling of belonging,

like déjà vu, but stronger.

And... And I know that my
family history is here,

but it's like I knew the
layout of the castle

before I even
walked in the door.

You said it yourself.

Finding this book
was no accident.

That's why I have
to figure this out.

And I'm sorry about earlier.

I was just really overwhelmed.

No need to explain.

Devil be damned!

You're not welcome here.

Look, mister, we
don't mean any harm.

It's okay.

My uncle is the Count
from Castle Borley.

Your uncle was especially
not welcome here!

I'm glad that
slave-driver's dead.

I'll be glad when the rest of
your devil-worshiping clan's

gone as well!

Feel free to follow him
in the grave, missy!

And take your
witchcraft with you!

- Man, that was crazy.
- Right.

Where did that whack
job come from?

"And take your
witchcraft with ya."

That must have been the
man you saw last night.

No, it wasn't.

Oh, come on, Lucy, it has to be.

Lucy, can I tell you something?

Sure.

I know we just met,

but I can't stop
thinking about you,

and it's like I've
known you all my life.

And even this morning,

I couldn't stop
wanting to see you.

Even though I represent
all that you despise?

Maybe especially so.

♪ All I wanted

♪ Till I became you

♪ I'm not tryin' I'm not ♪

- ♪ I'm not.
- ♪ I'm not tryin'

♪ I'm not tryin' I'm
not tryin' to be ♪

♪ I'm not tryin' I'm, I'm not ♪

- ♪ I'm not.
- ♪ I'm not

♪ I'm not tryin'

♪ I'm just kidding

You think she's ready.

Not quite yet.

She needs to get over her denial
before we can approach her.

The waxing is not going
to wait for anyone.

We already learned that
once the hard way.

She's ready

when I say she's ready.

Prepare these.

Yes, My Lord.

Sometimes you petulant
fools need to pay heed

to the proven wisdom
of a prudish old man.

I have not managed to stay
around this place this long

without getting this right
a couple of times before.

And you have not managed
it all without us.

And she's different.

We've always known this
one would be harder.

Fool.

Are you playing
devil or advocate?

Prophecy or none,

I will not so easily relinquish
my power to a woman,

much less a child.

You don't say the same of me?

Everyone knows this
is House of Borley,

despite the name on the deed.

Take heed, sinners.

It's your game, Vicar.

Always has been.

Oh, Lucy, I think I lov...

Lucy?

Lucy?

Lucy!

Oh, I can't believe this.

Hi.

It's okay. I won't hurt you.

What's your name?

Do you live in the castle, too?

Lucy?

Hey, come here.

It's okay. I won't hurt you.

What's your name?

Have you been following me?

♪ Little rose right
off the vine ♪

♪ Picked from God
right off the vine ♪

♪ Careful not to
touch the thorn ♪

Now she's ready.

What's the matter?
Don't you want it?

It's beautiful just like you.

Who are you talking to?

A little girl, silly.

Hey! Come back!

Come here, little cutie.

- Come out, come out,
wherever you are!

Bloody bones on the first step.

Can you hear him?

Lucy!

Damn it.

It's nothing.

Bloody bones on the second step.

You didn't even
tell me your name.

Little girl!

What am I doing here?

Lucy?

Can you hear him?

Bloody bones, dragging chains.

Bloody bones getting
closer still.

Bloody bones says...

Lucy.

Please be seated.

Miss Bellerose,

I asked you not to come up here,

yet here you are.

In fact, you've done nothing
but mock us your entire visit.

I...

I'm not here to admonish you.

Quite the contrary.

Where others see rebellion,

I see independence

and initiative.

I don't understand.

You may find this
hard to believe,

but you were invited here for
a very specific purpose.

The time has come to
bring you into the fold.

Who is that little girl and
what have you done to her?

She's my daughter.

Rose.

And in a way, Lucille,

you are, too.

But I thought priests
weren't allowed to...

They are not.

Do not get distracted.

What others call selfish,

we call survival.

You don't blame the wolf for
devouring the fawn, do you?

Lucy, look at me.

This house, this
power, everything,

we are in danger
of losing it all.

That's where you come in,

but it comes at a price.

I want no part of this,

no matter what this is. Unh!

We're not exactly
asking, little one.

Besides, you're
already part of this.

Enough.

What he says is true.

It is a family tradition,

your family.

Our family.

Let's just say we've
used up our free passes,

but you?

Ohh. You.

- Let me go!
- No!

The life of just one innocent
extends ours immensely.

The first one is
always the hardest.

After then, you'll crave it.

Aah!

Unh!

Santa Lucia...

By faith in he who
brings the light,

we swear allegiance

and bequeath unto thee
this precious rose.

Vanquish her innocence.

Okay, one more, then
it's lights out.

Okay, Lucille?

- Okay, Mommy.
- Pinky swear?

"Once upon a hill up high,"

there was a castle near the sky.

Herein lived an evil man,
ruling with a heavy hand.

Full of ego and pride,

against God's will,
he took a bride.

She bore to him a nephew son,

and so the family curse begun.

The love for flesh
was oh so strong,

and the son tradition
did carry on.

But his own child was never born

when for his sins, she did burn.

But selfishly, he continued on,

taking lives to save his own.

Until one day, the family spared

by a newborn rose so fair.

Only she and she alone her
father's sins can atone.

But the decision to fight
must be solely hers,

"or else the family
be forever cursed."

Lucy!

Lucy?

Is that you?

Oh!

Lucy!

Huh?

Lucy, do not deny
your true nature.

It's okay, Lucy.

We're family, remember?

Go to hell!

We already have, dear.

Lucille, we can grant you
a full and complete life,

if you'll only trust in us.

Lucy?

Lucy?

Shit!

Aah!

Oh!

Saint Lucy?

Lucy, so nice of you to join us.

Shh, child.

Join us.

What's she saying?

Please tell me what's going on.

Please, oh, my God.
I'm falling apart.

It's okay. She's not
herself right now.

She calls out to
many before you.

Kneel.

Eat of my flesh.

Drink of my blood.

No!

Silly girl.

Don't make me angry.

Won't you just go?

Leave my house.

O enlightened one,
thrown from Heaven

for being brave and just,

we invoke your assistance
in our time of abjection.

We will not forget the
sacrifices that you made,

and so unto you
make this sacrifice

in your honor.

You want me to...

I can't!

Put your sister in him
out of her misery.

She's not my sister!

See? It is meant to be.

Do not disobey.

So you want to play, huh?

You little bitch!

I want you out of my house,

or so help me God,
I will kill you.

Right spirit.

Wrong lady.

Lucy, stop resisting.

You know deep down how
this all plays out.

He gave His only begotten son,

and He's not selfish?

But we take the weak,

the downtrodden, and the lonely.

And we are the evil ones?

Then so be it.

We are the evil ones.

Defy Him Lucille.

Defy Him!

Let the girl go!

Lucy, she may appear innocent,

but that little girl is the
only thing between you

and life immortal.

If I could promise
you a long life

without remorse, without
guilt of any kind,

wouldn't you take it?

That girl has already died.

It is only the act
you need to do.

God damn it, it isn't working!

Silence.

Lucy,

we kill the pure of heart

in order to replenish or home,

our families.

Your family has been doing
it for generations.

It's not about the wealth

or the power.

Although that's nice, too.

It's about having complete
reign over these weak fools.

The constraints of
morality do not bind those

who do not believe in
its very principles.

We will not be held accountable

by He whom you call God.

Like Saint Lucille,

I am blind to the
sins of the father.

Like the bearer of light,
I will fight my own way.

The God of man does
not possess me.

In nomine Patris.

Et lo spiritus malus.

For I am she that
cannot be possessed.

I am the Alpha and the Omega.

The end all, be all.

You.

Actually...

You did it.

But I'm not quite sure
of the innocence.

Sure.

I'm Lucy.

I said back away!

♪ A storm is tossed

♪ Upon the sea

♪ Whose eye is stained

♪ With tears

♪ A wretch hell bound

♪ And bent on blood

♪ The makings of the
fearful spheres ♪

♪ The tide

♪ It stole away her grace

♪ The depths

♪ They wouldn't claim her

♪ Toil begat

♪ By a father's blood

♪ This path

♪ Was laid before her

♪ Redemption bought

♪ By beacon's blood

♪ Applied

♪ Upon the darkness

♪ The pact embraced

♪ The road unsought

♪ The maiden of death

♪ Won't be unmarked

Bonjour, Mademoiselle.

Ah! Ah!