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Looks like a possible
methamphetamine overdose.

Ah!
Ah.

- Pupils are dilated.
- Ah!

She needs fluids.

Look at me. What did you take?

Saline's up.

You need to tell me
so that I can help you.

Tu mox morieris!

Was that Latin?

Aah!

Restraints! Now!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

She's crashing. Paddles.

Clear!

One more time. Come on. Clear.

Clear!

The hallucinatory behavior
plus cardiac arrest

are consistent with
a methamphetamine overdose.

Okay. Witnesses said she was hysterical,

speaking Latin, and she broke her own arm.

Yeah, that's right.

Doesn't that seem a little extreme

for a meth overdose?

Each is a special kind of crazy.

You don't know her name?

No.

She's never been in here before?

Before someone dumped her
in my parking lot

and took off? No.

How'd she break her arm?

She broke it trying to
twist out of the restraints.

She was out of her head.
It... it goes with the territory.

Isn't it your job
to protect your patients,

even from themselves?

Are you impugning my integrity?

Oh, I'm sorry. Was I too subtle?

Look, this clinic scrapes by, all right?

We do the best that we can with patients

- that most hospitals won't even touch.
- Mm.

The girl was a train wreck.

There just wasn't enough time.

Listen, Dr. Dante. Thanks for your time.

We'll take it from here.

Nurse.

You okay?

I took Latin in college.

I... I understood everything she said.

And what was that?

She said "tu mox morieris." You're all...

You're all going to die. Anything else?

Yeah. The room got colder

the moment Dr. Dante
brought that poor girl in.

I know it's gonna sound crazy,

but it just felt like... evil.

I've never seen anything like it.

You're right. It does sound crazy.

It's the truth.

If you believe that,

you shouldn't be working
in a medical clinic.

Thank you.

Still think it's an overdose?

I haven't heard anything
to make me think otherwise.

Sounds a little weird to me.

What about the room getting cold?

I don't know.

She bumped into the thermostat.

C.S.U. just took
fingernail evidence

and did a sexual assault kit.

Find anything interesting?

Nope. But D.N.A. did come back
negative for demon blood.

But we're still waiting on
the werewolf hairs.

I'll keep you in the loop.

Dude, that's not funny. That's not cool.

Thank you, Ethan.

I'm glad somebody's acting
like a scientist around here.

My Nana always told me
not to make fun of the spirits.

Okay? It's bad karma.

And I spoke too soon.

Okay, listen up.

When a 17-year-old girl dies

from an acute cardiac event,
it's usually due to drugs.

Pending confirmation
from the toxicology report,

cause of death will most likely be

cardiac arrest due to
methamphetamine overdose.

Are you sure it's that simple?

She has infected skin lesions,

severe eye congestion...

par for the course.

Drug addicts usually have those issues.

Well, isn't it a little extreme,

even for an addict?

The cause of death could be sepsis.

No, sepsis would've taken
more time to develop.

This was quick.

What? Spit it out.

I just don't think

we can explain this
all the way with drugs.

Really?

Can we talk for one second about the fact

that she broke her own arm?

I mean, explain that to me, please.

Because it's kind of freaking me out.

Tommy, what do you got?

I just e-mailed you some photos.

We got a hit on Jane Doe's prints.

Her name is Rebecca Banks.

17-year-old high school senior,

honor roll, Glee Club.

She looks like an angel.

Yeah, a fallen angel.

She's been picked up on
possession of methamphetamine.

I'm headed out to Malvern
right now to notify the parents.

You care to join?

On my way.

Okay.

Curtis, why don't you and Ethan
do the autopsy yourselves?

Let me know if I'm right or if I'm right.

Wh...

Adam still on vacation?

Yeah, so he says.

I think he's in Atlantic City

falling in love,

over and over again.

Hi.

I'm Detective Sullivan

from the Philly P.D.

Could we talk to your parents, please?

We're very sorry about your loss.

Chelsea, stop crying.

How did Rebecca die?

We believe it was a drug overdose.

I'm not surprised.

She chose a path of sin.

Sin hangs over all of us,

and then sometimes it falls.

So you knew about her drug abuse?

It's the reason I kicked her
out of the house

two months ago.

Her sin was infecting this family,

so I had to let her go.

Had she contacted you since then?

She called...

Laura.

She called once,

two weeks ago,

wanting to come home.

I told her she was no longer
part of this family.

She didn't call again.

You disapprove?

You don't turn your back on your child.

Megan, just...

No, it's okay.

Do you have children?

A daughter.

Does she make you proud?

Very.

I'm glad. That's the way it should be.

Now imagine

all that promise going horribly wrong

in the blink of an eye.

Imagine that little girl
you taught to ride a bike

letting drugs turn her into
a complete stranger.

What do you do then?

Everything in my power to save her.

Of course.

Because when our children go bad,

our dreams get flushed down with them.

So you sacrifice everything
you have to save them.

Until one day,

you realize, you can't.

You can only get sucked down with them.

Okay, we'll contact you

as soon as the toxicology report comes in.

Then we'll know everything
that was in her system.

You haven't been listening to me.

I don't follow.

It wasn't drugs that killed my Rebecca.

It was the devil.

This is no surprise.

Autopsy confirmed cause of death...

myocardial infarction.

Still doesn't tell us
what stopped the heart.

Curtis, just take a... take a look.

How is this possible?

That guy was a creep.

No wonder Rebecca turned to drugs.

Yes, Ethan.

Um...

You know what? You... you really
need to see this for yourself.

Mm-hmm.

It's about Rebecca Banks.

Body of Proof 3x03 - Lost Souls
Original air date March 5, 2013

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They just appeared out of nowhere.

When we started the autopsy,
there wasn't a single bruise.

By the time we finished,
they were everywhere.

Could somebody have done this

while you and Curtis were out of the room?

No way. No.

We were... we were just outside the door.

Everyone, relax.

This is easily explained.

Antemortem bruising
sometimes has a latency period.

The cold air in the morgue
tightened the skin

and brought out the bruises.

Well, I don't think you're
fully appreciating the fact

that the body is covered in crosses.

I mean, this is unequivocally weird.

Really? 'Cause it makes sense to me.

I think that Rebecca came home
strung out on meth.

All Caleb saw was evil,

and he used a cross to beat the
devil out of her.

But that's not what killed her.

Cause of death is still drug overdose.

Actually, I just got
the tox screen results.

No drugs were detected
in Rebecca's system.

So what killed her now, Dr. Hunt?

There's still a scientific explanation.

Yeah, I really, really
want there to be one.

Whatever caused Rebecca to exhibit

hallucinatory behavior at the clinic

is probably the same thing
that caused her heart to stop.

A sudden release of adrenaline
can shock the heart, too.

Maybe something
scared the hell out of her.

What about the house?

It's early 20th century.

It's probably filled
with environmental toxins...

mold, lead in the paint.

Have you ever heard of
environmental toxins doing this?

No. You got a better idea, Dr. Sullivan?

We need a warrant fast.

Could you get your boss
to sweet-talk the D.A.?

I will check.

Ethan, Curtis, I want you

to oversee the C.S.U.S
when they do the tests.

I'm not going over there. Oh, hell, no.

You're crazy. Stop it!

Something killed this girl.
It was not the devil.

- Then you go to the house.
- Mm-hmm.

You are scientists. Act like it.

You should talk to Caleb.

About what, the little cross bruises

we don't even know that he gave her?

We both saw him with his family.

Could he have acted any more suspicious?

It doesn't matter, Megan.
You don't have any evidence.

You can't even tell me what killed her.

Okay, fine.

Look me in the eye

and tell me you don't think
he's capable of murder.

Okay.

I'll put him under surveillance.

A magazine interview?

Yeah, I think I could squeeze that in.

No, it's always a pleasure
for me to talk about

the important work that we do here

and to get the chance to shine a light

on my incredibly talented team.

The day after tomorrow's perfect.

Okay.
I'll see you then.

Smooth.

Too smooth?

We'll see.

What's up?

I need your help getting a warrant.

You mean you need me to call Dan.

For what?

I'm still looking for C.O.D.
on Rebecca Banks.

I want to test her home
for environmental toxins.

Banks. The possible suicide?

No, that's the lambert case.
Banks died at the clinic.

Right. Of course. Yes.

Sorry. I'll call Dan now.

Work and politics, quite a juggling act.

Don't drop the ball.

Kate Murphy.

Chelsea, you got a minute?

Please leave me alone.

Listen, Chelsea, we still don't know

what killed your sister yet,

but I'm here to talk to you
about your father.

I can't do that. I'm sorry.

Why, you afraid of him?

Look, I grew up in a tough household.

Perfect, happy family
at church on Sundays,

but at home, different story.

My father used the fear of God
to keep us in line.

If that didn't work, he'd use his fists.

We learn through pain.

He was showing you love to help you.

I don't doubt that he loved me.

I'm just saying, he did
more damage than good.

Kids should not be afraid
of their parents.

So what's going on
inside that house, Chelsea?

Did your father hit Rebecca?

No.

Did he hurt her in any way?

No.

Rebecca came home last week,

begging daddy for help.

She was really, really sick.

I wanted to take her to the doctor,

but daddy told us to put our faith in God.

But she got worse.

And I got weak.

I snuck her
out of the house,

drove her to the clinic,
and left her there.

You defied your father.

What did he do when he found out?

He didn't hit me
if that's what you're asking.

Daddy said it was up to God to punish me.

No, Chelsea.

You're the only one who tried to help.

You don't understand.

Our family lives under a great sin.

Oh, no.

Mm.

This is the last place I want to be.

Well, at least we have each other, right?

Right?

Curtis, you take the basement.

I'll check the attic.

We just lost our little girl,

and instead of letting us grieve,

you treat us like criminals.

This is for your family's safety.

We want to make sure the house
is free of toxins

so nobody else gets sick.

You'll be back in before
nightfall. Just stay local.

Don't touch nothing,
and it won't touch you.

Who does this?

Oh, good to see you here.

Breathe.

You got to breathe.

Oh, lord.

This isn't good at all.

Oh, hell.

Okay.

Aah!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Not so brave now, huh?

Boy, you almost lost your life
and didn't even know it.

Admit it. You're creeped out.

- And you're not?
- Oh, no, I am. I'm glad you're here, man.

You find anything interesting?

Just this. Looks like
someone's got a pen pal.

Ethan, check that out.

Take a picture.

Oh. Oh.

Ohh.

It's a tooth.

What in the hell?

"Hell" being the operative word.

So whose tooth is it?

It wasn't Rebecca's. She has a full set.

Could it belong to one of her sisters?

That's what we thought

until the G.C. mass spec
found traces of radium.

Radium? Didn't they put radium
in toothpaste in the '30s?

Mm-hmm. Until somebody figured out

radioactivity was a problem.

So what's an 80-year-old bloody molar

doing in the Banks' basement?

Googled it.

This man, Atticus Aldrich,

killed his three daughters
in the basement in 1934.

Smashed their faces in
with a sledgehammer.

We think the molar is a remnant
of those murders.

I'm cold. Do you feel cold?

Atticus is a dead ringer
for Caleb.

Uh-huh. That's because
he's Caleb's grandfather.

He also believed that his family
was possessed by the devil.

Atticus was diagnosed
as a paranoid schizophrenic.

Spent the rest of his life
in a mental hospital.

This is the sin that Chelsea
said is hanging over her family.

Maybe Caleb is repeating
the sins of the grandfather,

killing his daughters off one by one.

He might crack if we confront him.

I'll have surveillance bring him in.

They're all here.

Sat down for coffee
about a half an hour ago.

They're gone.

Chelsea!

Let me in.

I can help you.

Come on.

Not you, too. No.

Don't touch me,
you son of a bitch.

No. Come out.

Come here. Come here.

Come here.

Come here. No. Come here. No.

Calm. Calm.

Calm.

God is
punishing me for Rebecca.

I'm so sorry, daddy.

So am I, sweetheart.

So am I.

All right, where are
we on finding Caleb?

Still no sign of him.

No credit card activity,
no trace of cell phone usage.

But then again, Caleb doesn't
believe in them, so...

Okay. You know that even
when you find Caleb,

there's not one shred of
evidence that he killed Rebecca.

You have no reason to hold him.

Don't worry. We'll find him.
And when we do,

he'll give us a reason.

Kate is right.

The evidence in this case

has lead to one dead end after another.

Something killed that girl.

Why can't I see it?

Maybe science can't explain everything.

Tommy, enough with the spooky talk.

The devil is the excuse, not the cause.

At the very least, Caleb is
guilty of bad parenting,

if not murder.

I'm not saying the devil did it.

I've just been doing this job
long enough to know

that evil can be baked into people.

And just because you can't
see it under a microscope

doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

You spent too much time
in church as a kid.

Maybe you didn't spend enough.

Mm.

Uh-oh. What's wrong?

Does it bother you we don't go to church?

Okay.

Random.

Why are you asking me this, mom?

Because...

some people find

comfort in it,

and if you're curious about it,

I don't want to keep you from it.

Well, I have gone before.

What? You have?

A few times, with friends.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you don't like to talk about God,

because you can't explain it,
and you hate when that happens.

Do you believe in God?

I...

see God in science.

Because it explains everything?

Almost everything.

Stop texting and do your homework.

Ah. Hey, Lace. What's up?

What?

Unexpected good news.

C.S.U. techs found epithelials
under Rebecca's fingernails,

and we got a D.N.A. profile hit.

Caleb?

No. Todd Higgins.

He was arrested five years ago
for a D.U.I.

He was never convicted.

Where do I find this Todd Higgins?

I've known the Banks family a long time.

Rebecca was a lovely girl.
She'll be missed.

What happened?

We're hoping you could tell us.

We found your skin
under Rebecca's fingernails.

You were with her shortly
before she died. Why?

Do you have a confession

to make, Pastor?

I know how this looks,

but I assure you, I was
only trying to help Rebecca.

Why'd she have to defend herself?

I was performing an exorcism.

Caleb begged me to help, so I did.

You thought she was possessed.

I didn't believe it myself at first.

I figured she was just using meth again.

But when I looked in her eyes,

Satan was staring back at me.

Based on what... evidence?

She spoke fluent Latin to me...

a language that she's never studied.

I speak a little Latin.
Do I need an exorcism, too?

You weren't there.

If you had been, you'd believe.

Rebecca had cross-marked bruises.

Did you strike her with that?

My methods were extreme but necessary.

Since when is it necessary
to assault a 17-year-old girl?

Do you know why the devil attacks a child?

To make you despair.

Rebecca was not possessed.

She needed a doctor.

You cost her her life.

Caleb and his family are missing.

Do you have any idea
where they might be right now?

No, but he called me this morning.

Why?

Chelsea is sick.

He wanted another exorcism.

Yes, but I refused.

Can I see your cell phone, please?

I'm gonna try to trace this.

Why'd you say no this time, father?

Because I was afraid.

I adjure you, ancient serpent,

by the judge of the living and the dead.

Get away from me!

I adjure you...

to depart again from this servant of God,

whom almighty God hath made in his image.

Yield.

Oh!

Cry! Scared little Chelsea's
trapped in here with me,

and she's never been happier.

Oh, God.

Do it again, you pathetic coward!

Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm.

Yield, serpent, with this holy water.

For it is the power of Christ who compels
you. No! It burns! It burns!

Yield!

No!

Back away! Back away, everybody!

Move it.

She punctured her lung.
It's collapsed. Call 9-1-1 now.

E.M.T. 1259 Smith Daniel Road, now.

A quarter
for your jacket, pumpkin?

What did you just say?

A quarter for your jacket, pumpkin?

Don't forget.

She can't breathe!

I-I gotta inflate the lung.
Give me a pen! I need a pen!

Okay.

Okay. There you go.

There you go.

Breathe.

Damn it. She's aspirating.

She had a tension pneumothorax.

I inflated her lung,
but I-I really had to wing it.

We'll take it from here.

You had no right to interfere!

Your daughter needs a doctor.

She needs God

or she'll suffer the same fate as Rebecca.

Rebecca was dying
while you were busy praying.

Take some responsibility.

You're an instrument of the devil.

The only devil in Chelsea's life is you,

and if you're not gonna do
what's best for her, I will.

Get him out of here.

I spoke to the attending.

Chelsea's not responding to
the broad-spectrum antibiotics.

Any idea what made her sick?

No. He suspected drug intoxication,

but her blood screen is clean.

It's just like Rebecca.

Dr. Hayes to radiology.

She's getting worse, isn't she?

Let's give it a little time.

Let me take her home.

Please?

Hannah, this is the best place for her.

No. God can't protect her here.

Is that why you're here, to protect her?

I can't lose another sister.

I'm gonna do everything I can to
make sure that doesn't happen.

Would you pray with me?

No, I'm sorry. I can't.

I was like you once...

a nonbeliever.

Really?

Yes.

Rebecca was my older sister.
I worshipped her.

When daddy kicked her out of the house,

I hated him for it. I hated God.

I wanted to go with her, to be free.

So what happened?

Daddy showed me that Rebecca
really wasn't free at all.

She was Satan's prisoner,

and drugs were the chains.

Hannah, I know
you don't want to hear this,

but the devil did not make
your sister sick.

I think it was your father.

I don't know what he gave them.
You're wrong.

What if I'm right?

What's stopping him from
doing the same thing to you?

Pain is the only thing
the devil understands.

Keep telling yourself that.
We're wasting time here.

Chelsea needs me by her side.

It's not happening.

Then I'm not talking. I want a lawyer.

Oh, you're gonna get one,

but I want you to listen to me closely.

I'm gonna make it my personal
mission to make sure

that you rot in prison for
what you did to your daughters.

You want to see the face of the devil?

Take a look in the mirror.

No?

Fine.

I don't know what to tell you, Mrs. Banks.

I have no idea why your daughters are

acting the way they are,

but your husband is
looking pretty damn guilty.

Everything Caleb has done,
he's done to save our girls.

Is that so? Did he tell you
about grandpa Atticus

and what he did to his daughters
in your house 78 years ago?

Don't speak of it.

Caleb is killing his daughters
and blaming the devil,

just like Atticus.

No.

No, the devil is punishing us
for Atticus' sin.

All Caleb has done is try to stop him.

And now Chelsea's defenseless.

Well, then help me.

What did Caleb do to them?

Nothing.

Oh, Laura.

You're not afraid of the devil.

You're afraid of Caleb.

I'm afraid he'll never forgive me.

For what?

Bringing Satan back into our house.

What'd you do?

Caleb doesn't believe
in medications... of any kind.

He said they invite the devil
into our bodies.

But as the girls got older

and began their female mood swings...

I gave them what my mama gave me.

St.-John's-Wort. It's an herbal remedy.

I thought it was harmless.

I made them promise never to tell Caleb...

But he was right.

St.-John's-Wort

is a powerful inducer
of a cytochrome enzyme

that can speed up the elimination

of certain drugs from the body.

Could explain why there were no drugs

in Rebecca or Chelsea's systems.

Exactly. By the time
we tested their blood,

their drug levels had probably dropped

to a point that was undetectable
by the tox screen.

We may find out
what made these girls sick.

I'll rerun the blood,
keeping the cytochrome enzyme

into account. Better make it quick,

'cause I gotta cut these two
loose pretty soon.

Well, I know you have a full caseload,

but we need to the new tox
results in hours, not days.

We're trying to save
a young girl's life here.

We don't have the luxury of time.

It's not a request.

Yeah. Glad you understand.

So how long till we know?

Three hours, tops.

So what was that stuff

Chelsea was saying to you
during the exorcism?

Oh, I don't know.

Nothing.

Didn't seem like nothing to me.

When I was 8,

I was very forgetful.
I was always in my head.

And I kept leaving my jacket at school.

I had this long walk home,

and by the time I got there,
I was freezing.

My mother... she just didn't know
what to do with me.

She kept saying, uh,

"you always have to make
everything so difficult,"

"do it the hard way."

She got that right.

Thanks.

And then...

one morning, we're at breakfast,

and my father, he looks at me,

and says...

"Pumpkin," 'cause I...

had this little round face...

"I will give you a quarter"

"for every day that you remember
to bring home your jacket."

"Now go learn something."

How could Chelsea
have possibly known that?

I don't know.

Rebecca and Chelsea's tox screens

are positive for phencyclidine.

P.C.P.?

Yes, but not your garden-variety P.C.P.

you'd buy on the street.

This is an experimental liquid form

undergoing trials in China.

I've heard of this stuff. It's
been popping up in the streets

stateside the past few months.

P.C.P. perfectly explains

Chelsea's so-called "demonic" behavior...

hallucinations, paranoia,
suicidal impulses, aggression.

They weren't possessed. They were high.

Looks like the devil gets a pass.

Dr. Hunt was right all along.

I like hearing that.

Well, I don't like saying it.

Curtis, call the hospital.

Let 'em know that Chelsea's suffering

from phencyclidine ingestion.

It already killed Rebecca.

Let's hope we can spare Chelsea
the same fate.

Got it.

Here's what's bugging me.

P.C.P. does not explain
the skin infections

or the conjunctivitis.

What about Stevens-Johnson syndrome?

Right.

S.J.S. S.J.S... an allergic skin disorder

caused by a drug or drug combination

that most people don't react to.

Why didn't I think of that?

We know that Rebecca and Chelsea
were taking St.-John's-Wort.

Maybe in combination with the P.C.P.,

it caused an acute reaction.

They were sisters. They would
have the same genetic tendency.

Yeah. And dermal infection

and conjunctivitis are both symptoms,

which is why they looked possessed.

I will check it out.

Nicely done.

Surprised?

No. Pleased.

Why didn't the girls just say
they were on P.C.P.?

I don't think they knew.

I think the genuinely believed
the devil was inside them.

Then they were poisoned.

- Which brings us back to Caleb.
- - Maybe not.

I've been going through

the letters I found at the Banks' house.

This one's addressed to Dr. Jeffrey Dante.

It's, uh, unmailed, unsigned,

and very, very explicit.

You're blushing.

How explicit?

Okay. Pg-13 version?

Dante was playing doctor

with one of Caleb's underage daughters.

Game changer.

Young lady,
could you step outside, please?

What's this?

You're under arrest.

For what?

Statutory rape.

Yeah, I wouldn't say anything either.

You have the right to remain
silent. Anything you say

can and will be used against you
in a court of law.

Dr. Dante, why do you have

an experimental form of phencyclidine?

For research.

On what, how to catch jailbait?

Come on.

You can kiss that
medical license good-bye.

Rebecca and Chelsea Banks
both got sick off of P.C.P.

that Rebecca got from you.

No. You're wrong.

Rebecca was a drug addict.
You like 'em young.

I think you worked it out
so you both scored.

All right, first of all, I don't
need to hook up with jailbait.

All right, I do just fine. And second,

the first time that I met Rebecca was

when I was trying to save her life.

I think we both know that
that's not exactly true.

What do you mean?

Well, from what I've been reading,

you knew Rebecca really well,

and it sounds like she wanted
to get to know you even better.

I think I need a lawyer.

Yeah, while you think about that,

let me just lay a few things out for you.

You're probably gonna beat
the statutory rape charge.

The victim's dead.

But we're gonna charge you
with killing her...

involuntary manslaughter...

unless we clear this up right now.

I think you need to stop wasting
my time and do the right thing.

Rebecca didn't write the letter.

Who did?

Hannah.

You're sleeping with Hannah?

Yeah, she showed up
at the clinic a few weeks ago

with a bladder infection.

All right, she flirted
a little bit, no big deal,

but then,

when I closed up, she was waiting outside.

I should've said no, but...

You and Hannah had sex at the clinic?

Yeah.

Oh. Very classy.

She have access to the P.C.P.?

I guess.

But why would she steal it?

I mean, I know what a tweaker
looks like. She was no tweaker.

It wasn't for Hannah.
She was poisoning her sisters,

and they didn't know what was
happening to them.

Where's your little girlfriend now?

Oh, God! Whoa. Whoa. What's going on?

You have to help Caleb!
Hannah's gonna kill him!

- Where?
- In the basement.

The door's around back. She has his gun!

Just stop.

Hannah, put the gun down.

Take another step,
and I'll blow his brains out.

Put the gun down, Hannah.

It's my turn to play God.

Hannah, lower the weapon.

I can't do that.

Daddy has to pay.

Put the gun down. We can talk about it.

Hannah, think of your soul.

You pull that trigger, and God
won't be able to help you.

You'll condemn your soul
to eternal damnation.

I already have.

Hannah, I know why you're doing this.

You know nothing. Megan, stay back.

You're angry with him,
about your sisters, right?

I tried to help them.

I sacrificed everything
to save their souls.

No, they did nothing but disappoint you.

Chelsea is weak.

And Rebecca was a drug addict.

You worried about them so much.

It wasn't fair.

They were sinners.

They didn't love you like I do.

I love all my girls equally.

But I'm the one that deserved it.

I'd do anything for you.

Hannah.

You were the good girl, weren't you?

Yeah, I was, too.

You did everything right.

Nobody noticed.

Is that why you made your sisters sick?

I...

I-I-I put P.C.P. in their food

so that daddy would think
they were using drugs

and kick them out of the house.

Oh, my God, Hannah, no.

No.

Daddy thought it was the devil.

All part of the great sin that
was hanging over our family.

And once again,

Rebecca and Chelsea got all the attention,

and I was forgotten.

God save your soul.

I don't know how.

I love you, daddy.

Everything I did,
I did so we could be together.

Hannah, once you pull that trigger,

you cannot go back.

He's not worth it, Hannah. He isn't.

Hannah, please
put it down. Please.

The lord is my Shepherd, I shall not...

I'm so sorry.

No! Hannah, no!

Figure it out?

You know, it's interesting.

Guns misfire all the time.

But revolvers? Almost never.

Maybe it's divine intervention.

Guess you'd have to take that on faith.

I do have faith, you know.

Oh, really? In what?

- You.
- You do?

Yeah.

I have faith that no matter what,

you'll always be annoying.

Chelsea.

Where's my mother?

She's taking a break.

She told me what you did.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm just glad you're okay.

It was touch and go there.

I never lost faith.

I admire that.

I know your home life hasn't been easy.

My father's not a bad man.

He was just raised by parents

who taught him to fear everything,

especially God.

Daddy just wanted to protect us,

so he did the same thing, out of love.

But I don't think God wants us
to live in fear.

Not my God.

You're gonna be just fine.

I'm glad that we had a chance to talk.

Is something wrong?

Uh, no. I-I... had a question.

Okay.

When I stopped the exorcism,

you said something.

You said, "a quarter
for your jacket, pumpkin."

Why'd you say that?

I don't remember saying it.

I don't really remember anything.

I'm sorry.

No. No. It's fine. It's fine.

Just get some rest.

Now go learn something.

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