All language subtitles for La Mano del Diablo 2001 (Frailty) Inglés

( rolling thunder )

What's that ambulance
doing out there?

I don't know.
I'll check it out.

- Evening, sir.
- How's it going, Griff?

I can't complain--
and won't.

- Is that him?
- Yep, might just be some crackpot,

but I figured
I should call you anyway.

Did he ask for me by name?

Nope, asked for the agent
in charge of the God's Hand case.

Said he had some
important info.

Didn't say what?

Nope, said he'd only
talk to you.

You the agent in charge
of the God's Hand case?

That's right.
Wesley Doyle.

That's a picture of you
and your mother, huh?

I'd appreciate it if you
wouldn't take things off of my desk.

Sorry about that.
Guess I've been in here awhile.

I've already had a look at all
your plaques and your citations.

Didn't really care
to have a look at those.

So...

what can I do
for you, Mister...

Meiks. Name's Fenton Meiks.

Listen, this may sound
a little bit crazy, but...

I know who
the God's Hand Killer is.

All right, I'll bite.

Who?

You haven't even
heard me out yet

and already you doubt me.

Why is that?

( chuckles )

Because in a case like this,
nobody just walks into the office

and tells you who the killer is.
It just doesn't happen that way.

Sometimes truth defies reason,
Agent Doyle.

Yeah? Who is it then?

My brother.

What makes you think that?

I got a call from him...

last night.

( phone rings )

Hello?

- Hello?
- Demons are taking over the world!

Adam?

I can't
destroy them all.

They're everywhere.
I can't take it anymore.

Let's talk
about this, Adam.

There's nothing
to talk about!

It's over.
Whatever happens--

you have to take me
to the rose garden.

You promised, remember?

- That's just till--
- Remember?!

- Adam?
- You promised!

( phone clicks, dial tone )

♪ There'll be peace ♪

♪ In the valley ♪

♪ For me ♪

♪ Some sweet, sweet day. ♪

( gun fires )

( rolling thunder )

Meat?

That's where all this
took place.

It's about 200 miles west
of here, just north of Abilene.

Why'd you go to Thurman?

To bury Adam--
in the rose garden.

Why would you do that?

I promised him I would.

A long time ago.

That's a pretty wild story,
Mr. Meiks.

I don't see what, if anything,
this has got to do with my case.

Adam is the God's Hand Killer,
Agent Doyle.

He's the one
you're looking for.

Did he tell you that
before he--

asked you to take him
to Thurman?

If that's the case,
you left that part out.

I haven't finished yet.

- Oh, there's more?
- A lot more.

Excuse me a minute.

( phone rings )

( rings )

Meat sheriff's office.

Can I talk to
a sheriff there, please?

This is Agent Wesley Doyle
of the FBI.

He's not in right now.
May I help you?

I've got a man here in my office
name of Fenton Meiks.

Fenton Meiks?

What's he doing there?

You know him?

Well, yeah. He caused a bit
of a ruckus here earlier.

He stole an ambulance
and his brother's body too.

Did my story check out?

Yeah, it did.

So am I under arrest now?

( chuckles )

You damn sure should be.

Apparently the sheriff there is
willing to forgive and forget

just as long as you'll bring
that ambulance back.

Nobody wants to press
any charges.

You gotta love small towns.

Why would you go
to all that trouble

just to walk in here
and confess it to me?

I'm here because I can't live
with what I know anymore.

What exactly do you know?

That is your mother,
isn't it?

- Yeah, it is.
- I knew it.

You got the same eyes.

Why don't we get back
to your story?

What makes you think

that your brother's
the God's Hand Killer?

I know it was him.

How do you know?

It started back in Thurman.

It was near
the summer of 1979.

♪ I got the joy, joy,
joy, joy ♪

♪ Down in my heart... ♪

You're supposed
to say "Where?"

I don't want to sing
that dumb song.

You don't have to sing it.
Just say, "Where?"

All right.
Where?

Not now. I'll point
to you when it's time.

♪ I got the joy, joy,
joy, joy ♪

♪ Down in my heart ♪

- Where?
- ♪ Down in my heart ♪

- Where?
- ♪ Down in my heart ♪

♪ I got the joy, joy, joy, joy
down in my heart ♪

♪ To stay ♪

♪ And if the devil doesn't
like it he can sit on a tack ♪

- Ouch.
- ♪ Sit on a tack ♪

- Ouch.
- ♪ Sit on a tack ♪

♪ And if the devil doesn't
like it he can sit on a tack ♪

♪ To stay. ♪

Who was that chick
who threw up?

Oh, that was Katie Hagen.
She is sure pretty though.

- It was real messy though.
- Oh yeah.

All over the floor.

And when
the principal fell...

( laughing )

♪ I got the joy,
joy, joy... ♪

Fenton's voice: We lived right behind
the Thurman Public Rose Garden.

In the house where they used to keep
the gardeners back in the '50s.

Dad had gotten
a good deal on it

back when he and mom
got married.

♪ ...Down in my heart
to stay. ♪

TV narrator:
...the unexpected incident

that creates
those dangerous moments.

The ropes were suddenly
off the alligator.

Fenton's voice: Adam was
three years younger than me.

Our mom had died
giving birth to him,

so I basically
took care of him

ever since I can remember.

Our dad worked as a mechanic
over in Jupiter.

He usually got home
around 5:30

and we'd all have
dinner together.

- Hey, kiddos.
- Adam: Hey, Dad.

Something sure smells good.

- How was your day?
- Fenton: It was all right.

Let's eat.

Dad: Whoa there, tiger.
Save some for us.

- I sure love peas.
- You must.

You better be careful though.
You might turn into one.

Say, how'd you do
on that math test?

Barely passed.

I was never any good
at math either.

Shoot, I still can't do
anything without a calculator.

But there's going to be
another test next week.

That one's going to be
even harder.

Hey, don't sound so glum.

Tell you what,

we'll sit down
this weekend,

see if we can't figure out
that junk together, okay?

All right.

Hey, Fenton,

can we go and see "Meatballs"
after school tomorrow?

We've already seen it.

I want to see it again.

We're gonna go see
"The Warriors."

We can't.
It's rated R.

We'll sneak in.

Teeth all brushed?

You sure about that, Adam?

All right,
breath test time.

- Dad!
- ( laughing )

- I did brush them.
- I'm just yoking with you, egghead.

Don't worry, Fenton, I know
you're too big for a good night kiss.

Night, boys, sleep tight.

Don't let
those bedbugs bite.

That's right.
Love you guys.

- Adam: Love you too, Dad.
- Night, Dad.

Good night, Curtis.

I want to see
"Meatballs" again.

Fine, you can see
"Meatballs,"

and I'll see
"The Warriors."

But I don't like
to watch movies by myself.

Too bad.

Please?

Fine. Fine,
just go to bed.

Fenton's voice:
That was our family.

Just the three of us.

All of Mom and Dad's
relatives had died off

so there was
no one left but us.

We didn't mind though.

We didn't need
anybody else.

We were happy together.

Until...

- Fenton! Wake up.
- Adam: Dad?

Adam, get up. I've got
something to tell you.

- Dad, what's wrong?
- It's okay.

Adam, wake up and listen.

I need you both to listen
to me very carefully.

Something's happened.

Fenton's voice: He said
he'd had a vision that night.

A vision from God.

( baseball game on radio )

An angel came to him and told
him the truth of this world.

And revealed God's
special purpose--

for our family.

The end of the world
is coming. It's near.

The angel showed me.

There are demons among us.

The devil has released them
for the final battle.

It's being fought--
right now.

But nobody knows it,
except us,

and others like us.

I'm scared, Dad.

There's nothing to be
afraid of, tiger.

We've been chosen by God.
He will protect us.

He's given us
special jobs to do.

We don't fear these demons.
We destroy them.

We pick them up,
one by one,

and we pitch them out
of this world.

That's God's purpose
for us.

The angel called us
God's Hands.

So we're like superheroes?

That's right.

We're a family
of superheroes

that are going to help
save the world.

But, Dad, that doesn't
make any sense.

I know it sounds
that way, son,

but it's the truth.

So, what are
our superpowers?

Well...

we can see the demons,

while other people can't.

And the angel told me
that God would be sending us

three weapons
to destroy them with.

Magical weapons?

I imagine so.

When do we get 'em?

I don't know,
the angel just said soon.

That's all I was told,
except that--

we're not supposed to tell
anybody about any of this!

Absolutely no one.

If we do...

we put them and ourselves
in danger.

Fenton?

Don't worry.
It's okay.

It's a lot to understand.

I wanted to wait
to tell you

until I had a chance
to figure it out myself.

But the angel said
I had to do it now.

Fenton?

Fenton's voice: I didn't know
what to say or how to feel.

Do you understand
what I told you?

The Judgment Day's here.

It was too messed up
to understand

or even acknowledge.

Soon we'll all
be in Heaven.

You, me, Adam,
with Mommy.

I didn't realize it
at that moment--

- at least, not consciously--
- She's waiting to see us in Heaven.

But my happy and mostly secure world
had just been flipped over

and there were
dark things under there.

- Judgment Day is here.
- Very dark things.

We've been chosen by God.

And my little boy's mind
just couldn't take it.

Dad:
Adam! Fenton!

Up and at 'em, boys!

Morning, kiddo.
Come on, lazybones.

It's late, we overslept.

Let's go! Snap to it and get dressed.
I've got to get to work.

I'll drop you guys off
on the way.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Radio:
♪ She still blames me... ♪

Let me have
a bite of that.

♪ Her dreams are gone. ♪

Fenton's voice:
None of us mentioned it.

It was only a dream--
a nightmare.

Nothing that crazy
could be real.

Everything was okay,
just like before.

Have a good day
at school, boys.

And remember not to tell anyone
what I told you last night!

We won't Dad, bye!

( school bell rings )

Teacher: I want you all
to copy down this sentence.

We're going to go through
the structure. "The girl...

in... the blue dress..."

Fenton's voice:
I refused to believe it.

That whole next week
was just a dream too.

Teacher:
"...walked her...

brown dog."

Like when Dad started
bringing home

the magical weapons.

He was on his way to work--

when God called to him.

( country music on radio )

Dad:
Hold this, be careful.

I still can't understand what
these gloves are for, though.

Fenton's voice:
Just a long, long dream.

Teacher: Write this down
in big letters...

Dad:
Boys! Boys!

Look at this.

We've got them all.

It won't be long now.

The angel came again
last night and told me that

God will be sending us a list
of the first seven demons soon.

Fenton's voice:
It wasn't real. It couldn't be.

I just had to wait it out.

Come over here
a minute, Fenton.

- I'm washing dishes.
- They can wait.

Come here.
I want to talk to you.

I know you've had
some trouble--

adjusting to everything
that's happened this week.

I'm sorry.

But God has willed this
and we must obey God.

Maybe you
just dreamed it.

I didn't dream it.

I wouldn't make up
something like that, son.

Maybe--

May-- maybe you're
not right in the head.

It happened, Fenton.

It's true.

You'll see that soon.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

I got the first list.

Fenton's voice: The angel came
to him while he was at work.

( fire crackling )

( sander grinding )

( PA announcements )

( flames roaring )

Dad...

these are
people's names.

That's right.

And they'll look like
people too.

But they're not.

The angel said when
I lay my hands on them,

I'll reveal them
for what they truly are.

That's what
the gloves are for.

I get them and bring them
back here with the gloves on,

and once they're back here,
I take the gloves off and reveal them.

You'll see,
then you'll believe.

Teacher: Does anyone
know what this word means?

Fenton's voice: The dream
had finally ended.

It was all real.

( yells )

And I had to stop him.

The obvious answer was to tell
somebody what he was planning.

But I couldn't do that.

I loved him, even if
he had gone crazy.

Dad, look,
I got a list too.

Where'd you get this, Adam?

God gave it to me.

Isn't Travis Shed that boy who
was picking on you last week?

He's a demon.

Tell the truth, Adam.

You made this list up
yourself, didn't you?

- No, God did.
- Adam.

Come on, right here.

Listen to me, son,

you can't just
make stuff like that up.

We destroy demons.

If we were to use your list,
we wouldn't be destroying demons,

we'd be killing people.

And we can never do that.

Destroying demons
is a good thing.

Killing people is bad.
Do you understand?

- I'm sorry, Dad.
- That's all right.

It's okay. You've just got
to have a little patience.

Don't worry, God will send you
your own list when you're older.

Okay, go do some homework.

Fenton's voice: The only thing
left to do was to tell.

That was easier
said than done.

Dad had promised to take us
to the movies that night.

But he didn't
come home from work.

When's Dad coming home?

I don't know.

Think he's destroying
a demon?

- It's all make-believe, Adam.
- No, it's not, it's true!

Listen to me, none of
that demon junk is real.

Daddy-- he just made it up.

- No, he didn't.
- He did too.

Just like Santa Claus.

You remember last Christmas
when you caught Dad

putting our presents
under the tree, don't you?

It's just like that.

Adam, have I ever
lied to you?

All right, look,
Dad made up this whole thing.

Those names on Dad's list
are real people.

Do you understand?

But, why would
he make it up?

I don't know.

I think we should leave.

You mean... run away?

Will you go with me?
Only for a little while.

I don't want to leave Dad.

Neither do I.

But we might have to.

Why?

Dad's gonna kill somebody.

( car approaching )

( engine stops, door shuts )

Son, come over here.

- ( muffled cries )
- Come on, I need your help.

Adam: Dad?

Come on out here, Adam.

Shine that light
over here.

( strikes match )

Adam:
Hey, Dad, who is that?

That's a demon, son.

Come on in here, boys.
It's all right.

Go on, don't be afraid.

Fenton's voice: God came
to him earlier that day

and told him that
the time had come.

After work, he drove down
to Jacksonville,

about 45 minutes or so
southwest of Thurman.

He said he'd never
been there before,

but he had no problem
finding it.

God was leading him.

- Cynthia Harbridge?
- Yes?

Dad, don't.
Please don't.

Fenton, if I could
spare you this, I would.

But we are
God's servants,

and his will
must be served.

Don't be afraid, son.

( muffled cries )

( rolling thunder )

Is that true?

Why would I make it up?

Where's your father now?

Dead.

Sir, I was thinking
about heading out.

Unless you need me
to stay.

No...

that's all right.
You go ahead.

Have a good night, sir.

So he killed that woman
right there in front of you?

Maybe not to his way
of thinking.

See, to him,
he hadn't killed a woman,

he had destroyed
a demon.

He believed that when he
laid his hands on her,

it revealed her sins.

( screams )

( gasps )

( gasps )

( panting )

Fenton:
Dad, don't, please!

( crickets chirping )

( Fenton crying )

Dad: No, Adam.

Do it like this.

It's got to be done
a certain way.

The angel was
real specific.

Adam: Why out here
in the rose garden?

God chose it.

Just like he chose us,
I suppose.

Don't cry for her, Fenton.

She wasn't human.

Didn't you see that
when I touched her?

- ( sniffs )
- Adam: I saw it, Dad.

You killed her.

I didn't kill her, son.

I destroyed her.
She was a demon.

I wasn't so sure
I could do it, myself.

I mean, she looked like
a woman to me too.

But after I touched her--

all I could see
was the evil,

and I had to do it.

I'm sorry you didn't
see it too.

You will next time.

You-- you're going to
do it again?!

This is our job now, son.

- You've got to accept that.
- I won't let you.

You can't stop it.
We are doing God's--

I'll tell.

If you do,
someone will die.

The angel was clear on that.
Do you understand?

Answer me, Fenton,
do you understand?!

Doyle:
So you didn't tell?

Naw, I should have,
but I was afraid.

I loved my father,
but I was terrified of him.

So now you understand
why I know

my brother's
the God's hand killer?

Have you got
any physical proof?

I read in the paper...

that only one of the bodies
of the six victims

had been found.
Is that true?

You read it in the paper,
didn't you?

That doesn't necessarily
mean it's true.

Well, in this case it does.

See, the first victim
was found... mutilated.

With a note saying that
God's hand had taken him.

All the rest, only notes
were found, no bodies.

How do you know
they're dead?

We don't, for sure.

But the first note told us

we wouldn't find any more
bodies from then on.

Said... he wanted
to keep 'em.

I got a pretty good idea where
the rest of them bodies are.

The rose garden.

Why didn't you tell me that
in the first place?

Would you believe me?

Come on.

Here.

What's this?

Put 'em on.

Or I'll put them on
for you.

Let's go.

I got it.

So tell me something...

Why didn't you come
see me sooner?

You're going to want to get
on I-30 east up here.

I just can't imagine
how you can

keep something like that
inside for so long.

I guess I avoided it.

'Cause I wanted to.

You never did
tell me why it is you keep

just that one picture
of your mother in your office.

( sighs )

My mother was murdered

a couple of days after
that picture was taken.

Butchered by some whacked out
killer like your Dad.

Did they ever catch him?

No.

Is that why you
took this job?

( chuckles )
You're pretty good at this.

You ever think about
becoming a cop?

You know,
when I was a kid.

Well, you got
the instincts for it.

A cop's gotta have
good instincts.

You know what mine
are telling me now?

You are hiding
something from me.

What is it
you think I'm hiding?

Why don't you just keep talking
and maybe I'll figure that out?

TV:
You okay, Dad?

I'm all right, son.

Here I come.

Dad, why did God
let this happen to me?

Don't blame God, Davy,
it wasn't his fault.

God let me do it.

What God lets you do is decide
for yourself what you will do.

You're not a puppet
with strings tied to you.

- No.
- So God doesn't make you do anything.

He wants you to decide
for yourself.

Fenton's voice: After that night
nothing much happened.

Dad didn't
mention it anymore.

Neither did Adam.

Once a full month
had gone by,

I completely convinced
myself it was over,

and everything
was going to be all right.

- Bye.
- See y'all later.

You see "Dukes of Hazard"
last night?

- Mm-hmm.
- Remember when Daisy Duke bent over?

I like Boss Hogg.
He's funny.

Man, I'd do anything
to really see her tits.

- Ohh, you said "tit"--
- Shut up, Adam.

You want to spend
the night tonight?

- We can wrap Corey's house.
- Sure, I'm gonna have to ask my dad.

My mom can call
and ask if you want.

- Sure.
- I'll see you in a little bit.

- Bye.
- Hey, what's wrap mean?

Tell you later.
Come on, race you!

Come on.

Naw, I'm gonna go
around on the road.

- Adam: Dad?
- In here.

Who's van is that
out there?

Ours.
Isn't she a beaut?

Your friend's mom
just called.

I told her not tonight.

We got some work
to do in the morning.

Fenton's voice: Dad told us that
there were moments in everyone's life

when they could
just suddenly disappear

without anyone knowing
where they went or why.

He said those were
the moments when

God's hands could
reach out and take you.

According to Dad,
nothing,

not even a camera,
could catch us.

We were invisible
when we were God's hands.

Adam:
What do we do now, Dad?

We wait. We'll get him
when comes out,

just like I told you,
remember?

Fenton?

I can't do this, Dad.

"Can't" never could
do anything.

- I can do it, Dad.
- You sure can, tiger.

What if someone sees us?

- They won't.
- It's broad daylight!

I told you, God will
blind them for us.

There he is, boys.

- Come on, Fenton.
- Dad, I can't.

Yes, you can.
Now move!

Do what I tell you!

Fenton:
Please, Trixie.

Trixie, come on.

Come, Trixie.
Trixie-- come on.

Whatcha doin', boy?

( sobbing )
My dog, she's--

She's under your car.

Oh, well, let's see.

Help me grab his legs.

Help me grab his legs!
Now!

Come on!

- Dad: Edward March?
- ( grunts )

You think that's an innocent
man there, don't you?

Well, it's not.

You didn't think anyone
knew about that, did you?

- But God saw you!
- Dad, don't, please!

Quiet.

And you can't
escape God's wrath.

( digging )

I can't believe
you still didn't see it.

He was a murderer
of little children, Fenton.

Babies.

Babies.

He's the murderer.

We've got to get
out of here, Adam.

- What do you mean?
- We've got to run away.

I told you
we might have to.

I don't wanna run away.

We have to.

Why?

Listen to me, Adam.

Dad kills people.

No, he doesn't.
He's a demon slayer.

That's all lies, Adam.

No, it's not. I see it
when he touches them.

No, you don't!
Dad's brainwashed you.

It's all a big lie.

He's a murderer
and you help him.

Nah-uh! We're just
serving God's will.

- I'm telling Dad on you!
- Adam! Adam--

Adam!

Get up and get dressed.

And don't wake
your brother.

Sit down.

Your brother told me
what you said last night.

I want you to know I've never
killed anything in my whole life.

That's a lie
and you know it.

I did a lot of thinking and
praying after you went to bed.

I asked the angel
to visit you.

Instead he visited me.

And he told me something--

I don't want
to believe.

What?

It doesn't matter.

Because together you and I
are going to prove him wrong.

You just don't
have any faith.

That's why you
can't see the truth.

But we're going
to change that.

I want you to dig
a hole right here.

Need to be
about 10' deep,

and 15' wide
on both sides.

The length and the width
should form a perfect square.

- What?
- You heard me.

Why?

'Cause I'm your father
and you'll do what I tell you.

You understand?

Do ya?!

- Yes, sir.
- All right, then.

I expect half that
to be dug

by the time I get home
from work tonight.

- Dad, I can't do that.
- Pray!

Fenton's voice: I started
digging that goddamn hole,

but I did not pray.
I would not.

I hated God.
I despised him.

My hatred helped me dig.

Kept me going.

Dad's or God's
or the angel's,

or whoever's plan it was,
would not work on me.

Adam: Hey, Fenton!

I knew what Dad was doing
was wrong,

and nothing
was going to change that.

Fenton?

I'm sorry I told on you.

You didn't tell him what I said
about running away, did you?

- No.
- Will you go with me then?

- There's no reason to go.
- He's a killer.

No, he's not.

I've been praying for you.

- Have you been praying--
- Nope, and I'm not going to!

- Dad said--
- I don't care what Dad said.

He might be able to make me
dig this stupid hole,

but he can't make me pray.

Just get out of here
and leave me alone.

I'll help if you promise
you won't tell Dad.

I don't want your help.

But there's another
shovel in the shed.

- Get out of here!
- Butthole!

Fenton's voice: I wanted
to run away-- far away,

but I still couldn't leave Adam,
no matter how crazy Dad was turning.

Besides...

there was nowhere to go.

( Adam giggling )

Finally gave up,
huh, kiddo?

I didn't give up.

I'll be out there again
in the morning.

Hey, come on,
I didn't mean it like that.

I don't want to fight
with you, son.

I'm not doing this
to hurt you.

Wish you could
understand that.

- What's the matter with you?
- Nothing.

- Let me see your hands.
- They're fine.

Let me see them.

Didn't you
wear gloves today?

I didn't need them.
I'm fine.

Here.

Help ease the pain.

I said I was fine.

Fenton, I know you're mad at me,
but that's no reason

to cause yourself pain.
Now you take those.

I got an extra pair
of work gloves in the shed.

I want you to use those
from now on.

It won't do you any good
now you've wrecked your hands,

but a couple days
and you'll be fine.

I want you to know
I'm proud of you.

And I know God's
proud of you too.

Take some time off and let
those blisters callous over.

Then you can get
back to it, all right?

Well, good night then.

Come on, tiger, bedtime.

Adam: Fenton gets
to stay up. Please, Dad?

Dad: Come on.

Brush your teeth, I'll be in
to say good night in a minute.

Fenton's voice:
I kept digging.

My hand's bled
but I wouldn't stop.

I kept at it morning, noon
and night for five days.

And by the sixth day,
that hole was as dark and deep

as my hatred
for Dad's god.

Well, you finished it
all right.

I bet you didn't pray once
the whole time, did you?

Nope.

Fenton's voice: We started
the cellar after that.

At least,
that's what Dad called it.

But I knew better.

We were building
a dungeon down there.

We basically built a big,
wooden box in the ground.

Dad: Good, boys, get it
over there. Cover it good.

Fenton's voice:
Dad said it would hold.

He said God
would see to it.

Dad: Adam! Get back here
and help me push!

Come on! Keep it going!
Push it!

Go! Go! Keep it moving.

Keep it moving!

( grunting )

You boys did good.
Especially you, Fenton.

I just did as I was told.

Well, let's give this a try.
What do you think?

All right.

Fenton's voice: The next night
he brought home another demon.

Get down here.

Dad: It has to be done.
It's God's will.

C'mon, do it like I showed you.
The neck first.

( muffled cries )

Fenton!

Fenton, get back here!

Boy!

Fenton!

Fenton's voice:
I half expected angels

or even God himself to come out
of the night and stop me.

But I had to do it.

It had to end.

- Hello?
- Radio: 10-34 to any and all units

in the vicinity of Garden.
We have complaints of a 501,

driving on the alternate
side of the street...

Hello?

Hello!

( dog barking )

Take it easy, boy.

Don't break my door down.

What's your problem?

Craziest thing
I've heard in a long time.

- What are you doing?
- Calling your dad.

- You can't!
- Yes, I can.

You ought to be ashamed
making up stories like that.

But-- but it's true!
I can show you!

Come on. Let's go.

All right, it's around back,
under the shed.

That's enough
of that now, boy.

I'll put an end to this.
Come on.

N-N-No, I don't think you
understand. He's around back.

See what your Dad's
got to say about all this.

What's the trouble,
Sheriff?

Sorry to wake you, but your boy
here seems to have a problem.

Well, come on in.

Sheriff: I was about to lock up,
head over to Lake Thompson.

You know, get a jump
on those bass.

And he comes running in
with this wild story.

Yep, it's quite
a tale, all right.

It's the truth
and you know it.

It makes me crazy
to think that he--

told everyone down
at your office too.

You can set your mind
at ease about that.

I was the only one there.

'Course I don't
believe a word of it.

What does get me
though is why

would he make up
such a crazy story?

I don't know why
he made it up.

Probably did it
to get back at me

for punishing him earlier.

Did you tell him
about that?

He's lying.
Just check the shed.

I don't know what
to do with him.

Well, they hit puberty,

seem to lose
all respect for ya.

Me and my boys
survived it, you will too.

Just check the shed--
or the rose garden.

I-I-I could show you
where they're buried.

Boy, why don't you just
quit all this nonsense?

Please, I can show you.

Maybe we ought to check
the shed, just to...

quiet him down.

If it has to be done,

it has to be done.

What do you think, kiddo?

Does it have to be done?

Fenton: See?

I figured we ought to have
a storm cellar.

Go on down
and check it out.

Just watch your step,
I'm not much of a carpenter.

I don't see a thing.

He was here.

Boy... do you realize

how much trouble you could get into
over a thing like this?

They must have moved him
because he was here.

Adam! Adam's got him
somewhere, I know it.

I think I've seen enough.

But--

I can show you where
the bodies are buried.

Please, you've got
to believe me!

- ( Ax thuds )
- ( Sheriff grunts )

( gasps )

May God welcome you.

And keep you.

( vomiting )

( plastic rustles )

I never killed a man
before tonight.

I've seen you kill plenty.

Those were demons!

That was a man.
Why can't you see that?

- You didn't have to kill him.
- I had to protect our mission.

There is no mission!

That man is dead
because of you!

You see him?
Look at him!

He's dead because
you have no faith.

Do you understand
what you made me do?

- You made me commit murder!
- I didn't make you do anything!

- You did! You're crazy!
- ( yells )

Adam: Dad, no!

Dad, don't!

( Dad groans )

( Dad crying )

It's all right, Dad.

Don't cry.

Wait a minute, Fenton.

Go on inside, son.

I'll be there in a minute
to tuck you in.

Go on, it's all right.

Go.

Come into the shed.

Come in
and shut the door.

Are you afraid?

- Of what?
- Y-you.

Only demons
should fear me.

You're not a demon,
are you?

The angel said you were.

I can't believe that.

I won't.

You're my son.

I love you more
than my own life.

You know what's funny
about all this, Fenton?

I'm afraid of you.

( whimpers )

Go on.

- But, Dad--
- Go on, get down there.

I don't want to do this,
Fenton, but I have to.

I had to kill
a man tonight.

I can't let that
happen again.

But, Dad, I promise
I won't tell.

I can't trust you!

I wish I could.

- Now, go on.
- But, Dad-- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too, Fenton,

but this has to be done.

Now, you get on
down there,

or I'll put you
down there myself.

- But, Dad--
- Go!

No...

No! No!

- No...
- ( grunting )

Dad, please,
Dad, Dad...

No, please, no!

Please, Dad...

You'll stay down here
until you see the truth.

Please! Dad, no!

- Please!
- Pray to God, Fenton.

- Dad, no! Please!
- Pray for a vision.

- No! No!
- Only he can help you now.

Please, don't do this, Dad.

Please! Please!
It's me, Fenton!

Please don't do this!

It's me!

I'm not a demon, please!

Please, it's me!

Please, don't do this.

No! Don't!

( shed door opens, shuts )

( door opens )

Fenton?

Fenton?

Fenton, you all right?

Adam?

Adam, is that you?

Adam.

Adam, you got
to get me out of here.

- I can't.
- But I'm hungry.

And I gotta go
to the bathroom.

Dad won't let me
feed you.

I brought you
some water though.

He says you can have
a cup a day--

but I'll bring you more
if I can.

Look, Adam,
he's gonna kill me.

You've got to get me
out of here.

I can't. Put your mouth
to the knothole right here.

- You ready?
- Uh-huh.

Here.

You want some more or you want
me to save it for later?

More. More!

You've got to get me
out of here, Adam.

Dad says you'll probably be out
of there by the end of the week.

You just have to
accept God's will.

A week?! I can't stay
in here that long.

I'll pray for you.

Adam...?

- Adam!
- ( door shuts )

( pounding )

( screaming )

Adam?

Fenton's voice:
The days came and went.

I counted them by the cracks
of light through the hatch door,

and Adam's visits
with the water.

I only slept when I
passed out from exhaustion.

Doyle:
What about your Dad?

Didn't he ever come back
to at least check on you?

On the seventh day.

( hatch opening )

Has God spoken to you yet?

There is no God.

Fenton's voice: I lost count
of the days after that.

It felt like weeks.

I finally went beyond fear

into total insanity.

I saw God.

He had finally
sent me a vision.

It was then that
I understood my destiny,

just like Dad
said I would.

Adam: Dad, Fenton's
not answering.

( door opens )

Dad: Fenton?

Fenton!

( nails squeaking )

Fenton.

Fenton?

Come on, kiddo.

Get me that water.

( Fenton whimpering )

Easy, boy.
Easy, easy.

Here you go, kiddo.

There you go, buddy.

Dad?

I saw God.

Just try to take
a little sip.

Hey, slow down there.

If you eat too fast,
you'll make yourself sick.

Adam: So did God tell you
about the demons?

Sorry I ever
doubted you, Dad.

I'm sorry too, son.

What did God look like?

Kinda hard to describe.

- Was he big?
- Adam.

Let your brother
eat in peace.

He can't explain
something like that.

But I want to know.

- Then maybe you should pray for it.
- It's not fair!

All I've seen are demons
and he gets to see God.

That's right.

But look at
the price he paid.

That's all behind us now.

It's a new day.
Isn't it, Fenton?

Mm-hmm.

- We're gonna go get us a demon now?
- After a while.

When Fenton's ready.

Fenton's voice: A week later,
I was ready.

My first demon was to be
Brad White from Dallas.

- Fenton: There it is.
- Dad: I see it.

You sure you're
ready for this?

Yes, sir.

I bought these for you.

You'll need them
now that God has spoken to you.

- All right, let's go.
- Adam: I want to go too, Dad.

Not this time, Adam.

You stay here
and keep your eyes peeled.

Don't worry,
your time will come.

Let's go.

( dog barking )

Hey.

- Sorry to bother you.
- Yeah.

My son and I, we had
a flat on our van.

Huh, yeah?

I was wondering if you had
a tire iron, we left ours at home.

Hey, pal,
what's with the gloves?

Oh, uh...
to change the tire.

- Don't want to get your hands dirty.
- Yeah.

Woman:
Brad, who is it?!

Mind your business,
you fucking bitch!

Goddamn women.

( chuckles )

Yeah, I think
I got one for you.

- Out back.
- Great.

Back here.

Let's see.

( tools clatter )

Here it is.

Shit!

( groaning )

Grab his legs.

( match striking )

( groans )

Brad White?

You know, Fenton,

I've been waiting for this moment
ever since all this started.

I'm ready to fulfill
my destiny.

I'm proud of you, son.

( grunts )

( muffled )
Fuck you!

You fuck!

( muffled )

Destroy him.

Adam: Dad!

( gurgling )

Dad, no, no.

( whispering )

Adam: No...

( sniffing )

( Brad mumbling )

- No!
- ( screaming )

I buried him
in the rose garden.

We went to the sheriff's--

office a week later
and told him that--

Dad just didn't
come home one day.

They filed
a missing persons,

but they didn't
find anything.

After a while, they sent us
to separate orphanages.

So...

nobody ever knew
about any of this?

No.

Not until now.

What about Adam,
he didn't tell anybody?

Listen, you mind if we
just sit here awhile?

I don't much feel
like talking anymore.

Tell me more about that promise
you made to your brother.

It was later on
that night.

( digging )

( Adam sobbing )

Adam?

If you ever destroy me,

promise me
you'll bury me here.

I promise to God
I'll bury you here.

Doyle:
I don't get it.

He promised you that--

he'd bury you here?

Yeah.

If he killed you?

No, not killed.
Destroyed.

Don't make any sense.

Yes, it does.

If the man standing
in front of you is Adam Meiks.

( screaming )

So you killed
all those people.

No, no,
I told you before,

I've never killed
anyone in my life.

Fenton was the killer.

Just stop the bullshit
and tell me the truth.

You'll understand soon.

Just let me show you
where I buried Fenton.

Hold it!

You take it real slow.

This is it.

This is the spot.

Doyle:
There's too many graves here.

There's only six victims.

Fenton didn't bury
his victims here.

He kept them as trophies
in his basement.

This is where I put demons.

You thought your brother
was a demon.

He was.

That's why he couldn't
see the truth.

Dad knew it too,
he just couldn't accept it.

You see, God asked Dad
to destroy his son

much like He asked Abraham
to sacrifice his son Isaac.

But Dad couldn't do it.

And God didn't take pity on Dad
like He did Abraham.

So He handed down
the duty to me.

Fenton knew I'd come
sooner or later,

that's why he left
those notes to lure me in.

I guess he figured
that when the killings

made the news
I'd come for him.

But I had to wait
until God put him on my list.

To come before that
would have been murder.

Radio:
♪ The bear will be gentle ♪

♪ And the wolf
will be tame ♪

♪ And the lion shall
lay down with the lamb ♪

♪ That's what he said ♪

♪ And the beast
from the wild ♪

♪ Will be lit
by a little child ♪

♪ And I will be changed
from this creature ♪

♪ That I am ♪

♪ And there'll be peace ♪

♪ In the valley for me ♪

- ( typing )
-♪ Someday ♪

♪ Peace in the valley ♪

♪ For me,
dear Lord, I pray ♪

♪ There'll be no sadness ♪

♪ No sorrow ♪

♪ No trouble I see ♪

- Adam.
-♪ There'll be peace ♪

♪ In the valley ♪

♪ For... ♪

♪ Me. ♪

Jesus Christ, you really
do believe all this stuff.

I've always believed.

Fenton:
That's all lies, Adam.

Adam: No, it's not.
I see it when he touches them.

( Fenton sobbing )

You're just crazy as hell.

Fenton or Adam or whatever
your damn name is.

( scoffs )

I don't really give a fuck.

All I need to know
right now--

is you are a murdering
son of a bitch.

And I got you.

Maybe.

But that's not going to bring
your mother back, is it?

She's dead--

and her killer got away,
didn't he?

God damn you.
Dirty little son of a--

( screaming )

( groaning )

Doyle:
How did you know?

You were on my list.

( gasping, panting )

You didn't think anybody
knew about that, did you?

God knew.

That's why He sent me.

( Adam grunting )

( Doyle grunts )

I'm an FBI agent.

They'll come
looking for me.

No, they won't.

They'll keep looking
for Fenton.

You're gonna be
his last victim.

They've seen you!

They'll know it was you.

God will protect me.

( FBI agents talking )

That's right, I want him found
and I want him found now!

I can't right now, I can't.
I'll get back to you.

- Here.
- Thank you.

Are you sure neither one of you
can remember what he looks like?

Look, I told you,
it's just a blur.

I can't understand that.
I looked right at him.

- I shook his hand.
- Hey, we've got a problem.

You've got to take
a look at this.

Griff:
There he is.

We got you now, buddy.

- ( taps monitor )
- What is this?

I can't explain it--
all the tapes look like this.

- Griff: Goddamn it!
- ( bangs monitor )

Agent 1: We're running
the name he gave you.

Agent 2: It's got
to be a fake name.

Agent 3: Sounds fake.
Fenton Meiks.

Fenton Meiks!
This is the FBI!

We're coming in!
Go, go, go!

( helicopter buzzing )

Clear!

Clear.

Clear!

- Anything?
- Naw.

All right, let's dust it.

Griff:
Oh my God.

There's no one here, sir.

We found this
in the basement.

Is he down there too?

Not him.

Griff:
Excuse me.

Didn't hear you come in.
How can I help you?

I'm with the FBI. I need to speak
to the sheriff, is he in?

Sure thing. Sheriff?

Would you like some coffee
or something?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

- Well, hey, Curtis.
- Afternoon, Becky.

- Sheriff?
- Yeah?

I'm Agent Griffin Hull
of the FBI.

I need to ask you some questions
about your brother.

Fenton?

Yes, sir.

Why don't you
come on around back?

Adam: I appreciate you
coming by to tell me personally.

I just wanted you to know
before we go public.

Listen, if there's anything
I can do, don't hesitate to call.

I think we got it
pretty well covered from here.

But, again, if you think of anything,
where he might have gone,

- or if he contacts you--
- Of course.

All right.

You're a good man,
Agent Hull.

Everything okay, Adam?

Everything's
just fine, Becky.

God's will
has been served.

Becky: Praise God.

Kid:
Wanna race me?

( dramatic theme music playing )