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Caroline, what for?

We'll just have to see.

He won't beat you again.

Mama Cynthia, he beat me last night.

You use the potion that I'm going to fix for you...

and it won't happen again. I will promise you that.

- I'm scared. - Don't be afraid.

Are you sure that I can do it?

I know it will. It will work.

Just do as I say. Don't be afraid.

It will work, and it won't happen again, ever.

Don't worry about it. He won't hit you again.

Just use this potion I mixed up. I have a lot of things in here.

And you use it as I told you.

- Okay, I'll trust you, Mama. - You'll do fine.

That brick dust at the door, how does it work?

You lay a line down.

Nobody that means you harm can cross it.

It's how you tell who your enemies are.

It's like hypnotism, right?

Suggestion?

And when this stuff works, it's because someone believes it works?

And if you thought, you know...

magic made you sick...

you might believe in a magic cure, right?

Even though it's all in your head.

Somebody been working roots on you.

Say I knew someone who believed he'd been...

- Crossed. - Crossed.

Would he believe he could be uncrossed?

What's the nature of his condition?

He can't speak. Barely moves. He had a stroke...

but he seems to think someone else made him that way.

And you want to know what happened to him?

Yes.

You went in there. You actually went in.

Are you out of your mind?

Come on. Haven't you ever heard of psychosomatic treatment?

Yeah. But this is not that.

How much of a patient's recovery depends on his believing he can?

What recovery? This is hospice.

You're just supposed to help this guy die.

He believes in this stuff.

So what? Who is he to you?

Forget it.

No, you forget it. He's not your dad.

Not this one, the last, or the one before.

Why are the two of you so attached?

I'm sorry, Cary.

Just so you know, if I'm not attached to him...

I'm abandoning him.

Attached is better.

I know. Cary, I'm sorry. Okay?

But would you look at yourself?

You want to be a nurse and you just walked out of a witch doctor's.

It's not for me.

Forecasters are calling for up to a foot of rain...

in the coastal areas...

as this storm makes its way across the delta, starting overnight.

Radar already shows increasing precipitation...

across the coastal areas and moving rather quickly to the north.

The main forecast concerns centers around potential...

Hi, Ben.

I'm going to show you something.

It's going to be our secret. You and me.

Violet says you didn't have a stroke...

in the attic. She said some ghosts...

made you this way with a spell.

Is that what you think?

Because I know a spell, too, Ben.

One that makes you better.

All you have to do is believe it.

Backwards.

Cleanse this man.

Cleanse this room.

Cleanse this house.

His words have gotten lost, lost and wandering in his mind.

Let the water run down...

and wash away this condition.

His tongue has gotten tied, tied and tangled in his throat.

Let the water run down...

and wash away this affliction.

Send his voice to go free.

Let the water run down...

and wash away--

Caroline.

Caroline.

It's all in your head.

Help. Help.

Ben, talk to me. Keep talking.

Help me.

Help you? Help you how, Ben?

Get me out of here.

Caroline?

Get me out of here!

Shit!

- Caroline! - Just a second.

Caroline, open this door!

What are you doing to him?

Ben, why? Get out of here, why?

- Caroline! - One second!

Caroline, open this door!

I'll help you, I promise. Just talk to me.

What happened to you in that attic? Tell me who you're afraid of.

What have you done?

What is this?

He was...

- He was struggling in his sleep-- - Get away from him.

- Get away from him. - He was struggling.

It's all right.

I brought water.

You were talking to him?

I was just telling him a story to settle him down.

- About what? - Just a story.

No ghosts.

That'll be all tonight, Caroline. Thank you.

I'll come back to check on him--

No, that won't be necessary. That's all for tonight. Good night.

It is time, Lord.

It is time, Lord.

Grace.

Caroline?

Caroline.

Mrs. Devereaux?

Her and her ghost shit.

That attic is filled with this stuff.

Recipes. Spells. Books of them. Records of them.

I understand your cause of concern...

but my family is superstitious, too. We're called Baptists.

- This is different. - It's charming.

Local color.

You said yourself you were worried about him.

Well, now I'm worried about you. You know?

Are you a nurse or a detective?

When did you first meet the Devereauxs?

Just before he had his stroke.

They were looking for a lawyer to update their wills.

Did you ever think that maybe she knew something...

was going to happen to him?

How? Like tarot cards in the attic? A s�ance in her sleep?

I want to know why the last girl quit.

Hallie. Some folks to see you.

You a superstitious person?

Not per se.

I told my mama where I was working.

She said that house has been nothing but blood and tears.

That the last owners were some rich brother and sister.

Crazy people, supposedly.

They died of strokes right after they sold the place.

Maybe they found something they shouldn't.

Maybe now Ben did, too.

It may be their mess in that room...

but ain't no ghosts put a spell on that old man.

She did.

- Do you believe that? - Don't you?

But I heard it can't hurt you.

I mean, it can't hurt you if you don't believe.

Then I suggest you leave that house before you do.

For God's sake, this is insane. The man had a stroke.

That isn't what he thinks.

And you're going to take him away from her? From his own wife?

- How can you believe-- - I don't believe. I don't.

The point is, he does.

Stop the car.

- Stop the car. - Why?

I've been here before. I'll show you. It's not just them.

See the line across the doorway? It's brick dust.

Hoodoo. Keeps your enemies from coming across.

See the bones hanging?

This stuff's got a hold on people out here.

Yeah, but it's not real.

It doesn't matter if it's not real. It's real to them.

What's wrong?

This music. I know this music.

You sure this is a good idea?

Hello?

Mama raised a gentleman.

Hello?

Excuse me. Ma'am?

We heard the music, your record. I was wondering--

There's no record for anyone here.

How about records by a man named Justify?

How do you know that name?

Who sent you?

Who else is in here?

- Someone else in here? - It's just me, ma'am.

Stop now. Don't you go touching--

Do you know a record called the Conjure of Sacrifice?

Because I have it, if you do.

You had that, you wouldn't say so.

You do know it.

The strongest conjuration of all. They say Justify discovered it...

but he got killed before he learned to work it.

Him and his poor wife both. It's never been found.

What does it do?

It keeps you from dying.

Not forever, but for a while.

How?

You have to sacrifice somebody...

and take the years that they have left.

Hurry up! He's alone with her!

Hang on, Caroline! Wait! Shit!

Now you got me spooked.

If I get proof that she's out to hurt him, will you stick by me--

- By "hurt him," you mean kill him. - Will you or won't you?

Just listen to yourself.

Fine. Goodbye.

What are you going to do here, kidnap him?

You know something's wrong between them. You know it.

Let me make some calls. See about grounds for...

a restraining order, protective custody.

You're not going to get a search warrant till tomorrow anyhow.

Then that'll give me tonight.

I'm all he's got, Luke. Me.

Get the proof. Okay?

Mrs. Devereaux, I'm back.

No. Where's the record?

It was right here.

Mrs. Devereaux, could you come here for a second?

Caroline, I was beginning to worry about you...

you were gone such a long while.

It's really raining out there.

It's supposed to pour all night.

Keeps up like this, that swamp's going to rise...

and ruin my flowerbeds.

Did you want to see me?

Yeah, I was wondering if you could take a look at this?

There's a leak up here.

They're all over the house. They're just rainwater.

Yes, but if you look up close...

Come on in. I could show it to you better.

Actually, I have supper on the stove.

I shouldn't leave it.

- It'll just take a second. - I can see perfectly from here.

You want this for the sill?

All right.

Could you come into the room please, just for a second?

So I can show you what I'm seeing.

You're a funny one, Caroline.

I'll make us some tea.

And, Caroline?

After you've given Mr. Devereaux his remedies...

would you be so kind as to join an old lady for supper?

- Well, I-- - Wonderful!

We should have done it days ago.

I've made something real nice.

We're leaving tonight.

Caroline!

Supper.

How's your gumbo?

I haven't started.

Would you like sugar for your tea? I put it out for you.

No, I don't think I'll have any sugar tonight.

But I thought you liked it.

You always have sugar in your tea.

You think I'm senile, don't you?

Ghosts in the attic. Spells on my husband.

I just don't understand.

These ghosts, why would they put a spell on him and not me?

I've been in that room, too.

Maybe because you don't believe in them.

Maybe all houses have spirits...

but we just don't see them until we believe we can.

I'm really not that hungry.

Don't move. I'll fetch the candles.

Eat your gumbo. Oh, fiddlesticks.

Dinner by candlelight.

There.

So, was that the storm or the ghosts?

Well, say what you will about spirits.

I've always wondered if there wasn't something...

we could learn from them.

Like a spell?

I have great respect for your husband.

And whatever he thinks happened to him, he's fighting it.

What did happen to him, Violet?

You haven't touched your gumbo.

What have you done to him?

I made that special for you, and you haven't even touched it.

What have you done?

He is my husband, and I am his wife...

and I will do to him whatever I wish to do!

He's not safe in this house.

What, what...

What is this?

You've done something.

He's not safe in this house. Not with you.

- This is my house. - I'm taking him, Violet.

No!

Too late. Not again.

You little whore. He's mine.

Keep him in this house.

Keep him in this--

He's mine!

"Protection."

Where's the record?

Oh, God.

Got it.

You bitch.

Time to go.

Come on, Ben.

I'm going to get you out of here. Just hold on.

Damn it!

Keep him in this house.

Hold on.

Caroline?

Oh, shit!

Caroline.

Come on, Ben!

We've got to hide you, Ben.

I'm going to get help. I won't leave you.

Okay?

Caroline?

You think you can take him out of this house?

You think you're stronger than me?

You've no idea how strong I am, Caroline.

Caroline!

You're just making it harder on yourself!

Where are you?

You can't get away, Caroline.

You understand me?

You'll never get out of here, child.

Caroline?

Caroline!

Stop right there!

Thank you.

Luke!

Jesus Christ.

She tried to kill me.

She had a gun.

She knows I know. Ben's in trouble.

He's still at the house. Call the police, Luke. I left him.

We got to get back out there.

The hell we do.

I left him there.

You didn't leave anyone. Okay? Slow down.

Tell me what happened. She tried to kill you?

Sorry.

Mrs. Devereaux.

To what do I owe the--

Heard from Caroline? Why would she have--

What's going on?

Okay. What happened tonight?

Hang on a second.

We need to record this.

Hurting him? Hurting him how?

What do you mean? What are you talking about?

I am listening to you.

Good night, child.

A hell of a thing, isn't it?

See, everywhere you look...

it's a whole new world all around you.

It's like being born.

Or dying. Of course, I wouldn't know.

Hush, darling. I know it's hard.

We're home!

He's missing. She's hidden him somewhere.

Where is he, Caroline?

It's not him, it's me.

You want to sacrifice me.

Where is he, Caroline?

Why are you helping her?

- Is everything ready? - No.

I can't start anything till I know where he is.

What's our tale if he gets away?

Caroline...

you will tell me exactly where my husband is.

There's nothing anybody can do for him, so there's no need to try.

Where is he?

Where is he, Caroline?

He's in the garden shed.

Don't scratch her up any more than she already is.

She's teaching you.

You help her kill me, and she'll teach you how.

Ben knew, too, didn't he?

That's enough, Caroline.

You want to shoot me, shoot me.

Stop right there, Caroline!

I want my father's picture.

I want it with me.

Please.

Jesus. All right.

You want your picture, I'll get your goddamn picture.

Fuck!

Violet, she's going outside!

Violet!

She's here!

Quick! Go get her! Help me!

Come on.

She's fixed the door!

Violet, I can't get up the stairs!

You try to use my tricks on me?

On me, huh?

No!

911 emergency.

My name is Caroline Ellis.

I'm at 1750...

Bayou Chapelet in Terrebonne Parish.

I need police and paramedics.

There are people hurt here. We're trapped.

Please hurry.

- What time is it? - Jill.

- Jill. - Cary?

Jill, I'm in trouble.

Caroline?

It's real.

- It's all real. - You're where? What?

I'm in the Devereaux house.

What's real? What--

Jill?

Caroline!

You can't get away, Caroline.

Oh, God, no.

Caroline.

"Chalk, sulfur, blood, hair."

Sulfur.

Candle.

Chalk.

Hurry!

Circle.

Eyes.

Four eyes. North, south.

Hurry! Oh, God, please.

What's next?

Hair.

My child...

I believe you broke my legs.

You can't touch me.

You can't get near me. See this? This is your spell of protection.

Is that what that is now?

And who exactly gave you that spell?

All that circle protects is you...

from leaving it.

You stay back!

I'll kill you! You stay away!

We've been waiting for you, Caroline.

Waiting for you to believe.

It doesn't work if you don't believe.

It is time, Lord.

From the dry dust out of these chains.

I don't believe.

I don't.

I think you do.

The weakness is the flesh. The flesh, the flesh.

I don't believe.

I don't...

I don't believe in it.

The flesh. The coil.

I don't believe.

The frail. The weak.

I don't believe.

I don't...

No.

Oh, my God.

I don't believe!

I don't believe!

I don't believe!

I don't believe!

Thank you, child.

Cecile?

You all right?

I'm fine now, Justify.

A fair bit harder than the lawyer, wasn't she?

It's harder every time.

They just don't believe like they used to.

Got to get them riled up.

I told you I wanted a black one this time.

You know the black ones never stay.

Beggars can't be choosers.

I think it fits you beautifully.

It's better than Violet, or Grace, even.

We'll get used to it. We always do.

The thing folks don't understand about sacrifice...

Get me out of here.

...sometimes it's more of a trade.

Get me out of here.

No!

There, there, Caroline.

We thought it was just a fall, but now she can't move or even speak.

Like a stroke or something.

Cary?

Dearie me.

You called me.

I called you?

For help. Don't you remember?

Cary's not herself right now. I'm Luke Marshall.

- Devereauxs' lawyer. - Hi. Jill Dupay, her roommate.

Jill, yes, I did call you.

Fiddlesticks. I don't know what possessed me.

It's all right. I'm here.

They need real care now.

They can't stay here.

This is all my fault.

No, Cary. No, it's not.

It's not.

Someone should ride to the hospital with them. Maybe...

Jill, would you mind? And we'll meet you.

Of course. Whatever you need.

She meant so much to them, her being here.

I know it wasn't for long, but...

they really loved her.

Why do you say that?

It's in their wills.

They left her the house.