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- The air is cool.

Where are we, Pa?

- On a ridge, Luke, approaching the woods.

Trees are close.

All shades of green are bountiful

and it's filled with peace.

- I feel God here.

- Yes, son.

He's always with those of proper spirit such as you.

- Perfect pitch, as always.

- I'll never learn to play the organ.

There's too many keys and pedals.

- Father says, you shall learn and you shall learn well.

- How does he know?

- Because you'll have a proper teacher. Me.

- Why could they not deliver the organ to us?

- Can you imagine the expense of that?

Honestly child.

- Why do we even need such a bellowing thing?

- It is to broaden your father's flock.

They shall hear. - Yeah,

- The singing of the organ, - The singing of the organ,

- Whereupon, - Whereupon,

- they shall come into my church evermore.

- As you know, this organ means much to him.

- I do not see a fork on this map.

- This train is more honest

than the markings of a man, Father.

- You always speak truth, my boy.

Tracks to the right are deeper and more traveled.

- Why have we stopped?

What says the map?

- Nothing, there's no fork.

- Go east, Father, we shall end up in New York one day.

- You have a single-mindedness, daughter.

- Oh look, lilies my favorite.

- They portend a peaceful journey.

- But how do they grow so high in the mountains?

- It's mystery only God can answer.

- They're so pure and beautiful.

And the savior's favorite flower.

- I wish I could see lilies, or bugs.

- You have an inner sight, my son.

No one sees the Lord better than you.

Jesus sits at the right hand of God.

That's the path we shall take.

- Are we stopping, Father?

- This is not right.

- Where are we?

- The end of the road.

It's too late to return to the fork.

Seems a fair place to camp.

We shall stop here for the night.

Evening, fellows.

You have taken us a long way without protest.

Here is your reward.

Whether therefore you eat or drink or whatsoever you do,

do all to the glory of God.

Amen.

- Amen.

- One day I shall eat in the finest restaurants

in all of New York.

- Restaurants?

- Mm-hm. - Where do you get such notions?

- Someday I'll see the lights of New York City,

the gaslights, illuminating everything in a golden glow.

- I should fear there'd be too many ungodly people there,

and much sinfulness.

- Restaurants, music halls, and the grand symphony.

I'd become an actress, or a singer.

You know I can sing as beautifully as a nightingale.

- Your singing brings to mind the calling of a crow.

Caw caw caw.

- Be kind Luke, and kindness shall be reaped in return.

- I love Abigail, but she has a way of prattling on

that puts me in a foul mood.

Ow.

- Here's your kindness in return, brother.

- Careful, the the blind of other ways of seeing, sister.

- Enough of this,

or a bigger stick shall be used on both of you.

- Such are the ways of man and woman.

- Your father speaks words he might be wise to temper.

- You have it rightly so, dear wife,

the ways of man and woman are divine.

Once we have the new organ ringing in our church,

such lovely music you shall make.

You shall sing the angels down from above.

Mark my words.

And whereupon they hear the ringing of my new organ,

they shall come unto my church, evermore.

We shall have so many new sheep in our flock,

we will have to hold two Sunday services.

- Maybe the collection plate will finally grow full.

- Yes, for the greater good.

- What shall be is made by the Lord's desire.

Amen.

- Amen.

- Who wants to see my new card trick?

- I do, sister.

- It's the doings of the devil,

but I shall allow it this one time.

- What was that?

- It's the sound of mother nature in the night,

nothing more.

- Show us your sorcery Abigail, if you must.

Then off to sleep.

- Pick a card.

- It's the ace of spades.

- She's right.

- How do you do it?

- I shall never tell my secrets.

- These deceptions have a touch of evil in them, child.

- More than a touch, Mother.

- Kindness please.

Time for prayers, then sleep.

- A wolf?

- Perhaps,

or a bear.

- Ezekiel?

- Gideon?

Goliath?

Come now.

- Ezekiel, where are Gideon and Goliath?

Is it burned?

- Perhaps someone's made off with them.

Maybe Blackfeet, or Crow.

- We have no complaint with the tribes.

- They may have a complaint with us

if the fork led us onto their land.

- Well, if they do not want us here,

how are we meant to leave without our horses?

- I shall follow their tracks.

They may have gone for water.

- And what of that strange sound in the night?

- One thing at a time, wife.

- It's gone now.

Stay with the children.

Gideon.

Goliath.

Did you hear that curious sound again?

- No.

It's a loud ringing joined with the sound of an organ.

- I heard it.

It was as if angels were singing on high.

- You have a blessed hearing, lad.

What makes you say angels?

- I felt them.

- Perhaps the Lord and his angels

have delivered the organ unto us.

- Into these woods?

- last night was nothing of angels and organs.

- My ears have never known such heavenly sound.

- Angels.

- And what of our horses?

- I tracked them to the edge of a pond,

but they were not there and their tracks went no farther.

- You mean to say our horses drowned?

- What are we gonna do?

Walk home?

We can't just stay here.

- Calm yourself, child.

They shall be found.

I,

shall coax them back to us,

then we will be on our way.

- Heavenly Father,

is that you?

- What is it mother?

- Are you all right?

Ezekiel, can you hear me?

What happened to your ears?

- God hath spoken!

- Get some water.

- Ezekiel, Ezekiel.

- Where's Luke? Where's Luke?

- Calm yourself, calm yourself.

He's with Abigail in search of the horses.

You had a spell and fainted.

Praise the Lord, you're better.

- I've had a most wretched vision.

- What of?

- I cannot say.

- Your ears.

They hear as before?

- Better.

I've heard the voice of God in these woods.

- That sound, God?

- Yes.

He spoke unto me.

- And what did he say?

- It's powerful,

yet it's hard to communicate.

As in scripture,

when the Lord sayeth in faith,

cometh by hearing,

and hearing, by the word of God.

- Romans, chapter 10, verse 17.

- We are in the presence of the Lord.

- Gideon,

come here boy.

Gideon?

Goliath.

It's you, Gideon.

Where's Goliath?

Is he with you?

- What are you doing, son?

- I'm feeding, I'm feeding Gideon, I found him.

- No horses here.

- He was.

He took the carrot from me. I heard him.

- Well, if he was here, he's not here now.

Let's go back to the wagon.

- I heard my horse. I know him, he was here.

- Come son, we'll partake of food and hope he follows.

- How is Father faring?

- He's mending. We'll go to him now.

How long are you to sit in there, husband?

There has been no sign of Gideon or Goliath.

Ezekiel, have you lost your hearing?

- This is a most surprising thing.

As you know the crafting of a sermon

can take me many agonizing days.

- But here,

in these woods,

I cannot stop.

Look.

- What are you writing?

- It isn't writing.

It's more akin to transcription.

- Of what?

- Of this mysterious sound.

- I like it here in these woods.

- 'Cause you can't see them.

- But I feel something,

and what I feel is Godly.

- Well, what I see is a whole world different from Godly.

- Shh, shush.

If father hears, he'll heap scorn upon you.

- So be it.

Do you not think he's been acting quite oddly?

- How so?

- He just sits in his wagon, writes and writes and writes,

and if you call out to him, he doesn't respond.

- He's listening,

and hearing something Godly.

- If you ask me, you both have taken leave of your senses.

- Praise God.

The sun, so bright and beautiful,

in the sky.

Blue is the most wonderful color.

- What are you saying?

- The incredible greens of this wondrous forest

are even more majestic than you describe them.

Green is everywhere.

And your eyes,

are they not also blue?

- You can see?

- God, here in these woods

has blessed me with the miracle of sight.

- What's this talk of sight?

- I have it.

I can see everything.

Papa, I am fearful that your beard is in need of a trimming.

- You can see?

- Yes, everything, the trees and flowers

and birds soaring in the sky.

Even my own mother and father.

- How many fingers can you see?

- Three. Three wonderful fingers.

- It's a miracle, tell me.

- I heard the sound and I followed it into the woods

where it grew louder into a ringing

and then I could see.

- Were you near the cliff?

- Yes.

For many hours of the night.

The cliff is the most frightening thing.

- You can see.

As prophesied in my dream.

Our horses left us here for a reason.

It is God's glorious will.

Ah, my boy.

Oh my wonderful boy.

- You, you were blind

and now you can see.

- It is indeed a glorious gift from God.

- What's this blood on your ears?

- Then spake the Lord to Paul by a vision in the night,

saying, be not afraid but speak, and hold not thy peace.

Praise God.

- What's all this noise?

- See your face for the first time.

Your hair shines so bright.

- My hair?

- Yes,

it's so beautiful.

As are you.

- Do you have sight?

- I do.

I do.

- Then it's here that I am to build a church,

a grand church,

filled with the sounds and the goodness of the Lord.

Thus have I been called upon.

Do you hear that?

We shall commune with the Lord.

I have learned the importance

of listening from your brother.

- I hear nothing but the wind.

- Patience.

God will speak when ready.

- Careful, child.

It's a deathly drop.

- My eyes feel as if they've been swallowed.

- Last night, how'd you come here?

- I remember waking,

sitting where Father is now,

my ears full of that sound.

Then from darkness came something bright,

cut out of the sky

like a hole.

- The moon.

- That circle is the moon, is it not?

- Yes, son.

God, your sight is truly a miracle.

This is the last of our food.

It was brought for the horses.

- The Lord will provide.

- He helps those who help themselves.

- Concern yourself not with trifles.

Our family has been chosen for a higher purpose.

Tomorrow, I shall hunt.

- Is there no more?

I'm still hungry.

- Father will hunt tomorrow

- What if he returns empty of hand?

- What are you writing, Pa?

Will you teach me to read?

- Enough of your babbling.

- Ezekiel!

- Quiet, all of you.

How is the Lord to make me his prophet,

if I cannot hear him?

Interrupt me, no more.

Blessed are thou Lord who commands me with His word.

Blessed are thou Lord who commands me with His word.

Blessed are thou Lord who

commands me with His word.

Blessed are thou Lord who commands me with His word.

- Husband?

Where have you been?

- Attending to the Lord's Word.

What is this torch?

- It's not from you?

- It is another message

from on high.

- Or a warning from the Indians.

- No, it is from God.

- It's an odd blessing.

Ezekiel, are you to hunt today?

We are without food.

- I am of other matters.

- What matters?

We must eat, you said you were to hunt today.

- The Lord will provide.

If not,

we are meant to starve.

- Good sense has left you.

I will not let my children starve.

We are without horse or food, I'm off to search for both.

- Writing the word of God is wearying.

- What's that burned stick?

- A message from God.

- Where's mother?

- She is off to delve

into the muck and mire of the mundane.

- She what?

- She went hunting.

- Oh good. I'm gonna look for berries.

Hello?

- Abigail.

Abigail!

Abigail!

Abigail!

- My hand.

- Is that mother?

- Perhaps.

What's befallen you child?

- I can't remember.

- It is important.

- There is something in a tree,

and there's that strange sound again,

only it wasn't the same as before.

- The Lord spoke unto you.

- I was in a dream.

- The same happened to me.

- And then when I awoke, my hand was on fire,

yet I saw no flames.

- It is another miracle.

The Lord resides in these woods.

- Why would God burn Abigail's hand?

- Who are you to question His ways?

- Show me thy ways, oh Lord.

Teach me thy paths.

- When will mother return?

- What do you think?

It's the symbol of our new church.

- What is it?

- My hand is full of pain.

- Pain is the cornerstone of spiritual growth.

Be thankful for this gift.

It's a gift I'd like to return.

- Let me see.

- You are in need of another cleansing.

Luke, fetch water.

- It's empty, Father

- Then fill it.

- Hello?

- God help me.

- Father.

- Who is this? - I don't know.

I found him sickly.

Is he dead?

- Not yet.

- Where is the fork?

- My son found you sickly and brought you here.

It's a relief you awakened.

- I'm afraid these woods have made me ill.

- Do you know of your infirmity?

- Hunger, I'm afraid.

I ate some Cantharellus cibarius.

Sorry, golden Chanterelle mushrooms,

usually not poisonous, but the-

- How do you know about mushrooms?

- I'm a botanist.

I study plants.

- You should have studied better.

- True.

Quite true.

I don't usually make errors of such magnitude,

but these had a mold I did not detect

until I saw the blackness on my hands.

After I'd swallowed.

I should introduce myself.

I'm Woodrow Booker.

- I'm Luke.

- Abigail.

- And you sir, their father?

- Reverend Ezekiel Thatcher.

- Reverend? - Yes, approaching 20 years.

- Ah,

my, my,

a man of the cloth.

Now I know I'm in good hands.

- You shall love the Lord thy God with all thy heart.

- Oh like father, like son.

The reason you came to my aid.

I can't thank you enough for helping me.

I've been in these woods for many a day,

I can't rightly say how many.

you folks are the first I've seen.

- We've been here for three days

and we haven't seen a single soul until you.

- How did you find yourself

in these strange woods, Mr. Booker?

I came upon a fork in the road

and saw some pure white lilium,

lilies.

- Oh yeah, we saw them, too.

- A little odd to find them at so high an elevation.

But you're right Reverend,

these are indeed strange woods.

I've been lost ever since I took that fork

and can't find my way out.

- Be sure of your faith and God will lead you,

but the Lord knoweth the way of the righteous.

- Amen Reverend.

- Amen.

- Admirable wagon you have here.

Seems to be in need of horses.

- Our horses wandered off.

- And left us here to stew.

- Have you seen them?

- I'm sorry, no.

If I had, I would've tried to catch one

for I'm very tired of walking in circles.

- This bread might help settle your stomach.

- What happened to your hand?

- It was burned.

- Wood fire or lamp oil?

- Neither.

- What do you have to treat it with?

- Water and prayer.

- Strong combination.

But, I have something in my bag

works quite well on boils and burns.

- What is that odd plant?

- Aloe barbadensis, first discovered in Arabia

in the Al-Hajar Mountains.

Extremely rare in this climate.

I had a-

It will soothe your daughter's burn.

- You are certain it's of a balming nature.

Treatment would be most welcome.

- It won't hurt.

I promise.

- How's that feel?

- It's better.

- You should be more careful with fire.

- It wasn't fire.

- The Lord hath seen fit to test her faith.

- And I can see.

- Because your eyes are open.

- No, I was blind before we came into these woods.

Now I see everything,

the bright colors, the sky, the trees, the birds,

every last thing.

- You were blind before you came into these woods

and now you're not?

- Mm-hm.

- My son has enjoyed the grace of God.

It is a miracle indeed.

- That sound again.

- You have heard it?

- Many times,

only now it seems closer.

- It's the Lord, returned unto us.

Come children.

You as well, Mr. Booker.

We are to receive his word.

- Come with us.

- Lord, deliver me from this lost place.

What happened?

- Why has the sound stopped again?

- It comes when it desires.

- Are we going in the right direction?

- The Lord will show us the way.

- It's coming from over there.

What is this large object?

- It's a giant rock.

- I've never heard anything like that.

- It's the glory of God, Mr. Booker.

You have returned Him to us.

- Thou art my first disciple.

Stay with the children.

I am to follow it.

- Father wants to build a church in these woods

where only birds and squirrels live.

- Yes, they are a bit empty of human souls.

It seemed to be a Godly place.

You never know, could be throngs of people here one day.

- What is that?

- It's only a hawk.

- It's so majestic, to fly without motion.

- I beg of you, close your eyes a while.

- Keep them open Luke, you've been in darkness too long.

Keep them open forever.

Let me look at your hand.

- Oh my God.

You are a healer in the ways of Christ.

- I've never seen it work that fast.

It must be your faith.

- Luke, look at my hand.

- You must tell Father of this new miracle.

- Father, my hand is all healed.

- It was the plant from Mr. Booker.

- He took the bandage off, it was as if I was never burned.

- A holy man, indeed.

We are to be the next prophets for the second coming,

as is written here.

The word of God, as I have heard it.

This man knows of miracles.

I must converse with him.

Mr. Booker.

Mr. Booker.

Mr. Booker, I need to know of these miracles.

Mr. Booker, Mr. Booker?

- I'm right here.

- Tell me, how did you heal my daughter's hand?

- I didn't do it. These woods did.

- Do you think Father is truly

of a single purpose not of this world?

- He is of great faith.

- Well, what of his writing

and drawing nonsense in his sermon book?

- I know not whether his writing is good or bad.

- Do you think that sound is truly God?

- The fact that I can see is proof of it.

- So when you were blind was there no God then?

- God's way are mystery.

- Has God made Father look about wildly?

- Having never seen as such before,

I cannot know his face.

He twists his brow and looks far off.

Is this not normal?

- I fear it's the visage of a madman.

- Abigail.

- He ignites so quickly, like never before.

So what if it's not God in these woods

but something else, something unholy?

- Is it unholy that I see,

after I have lived a life in darkness?

It is of such a wonderful nature

that it can come from only one place.

God.

- I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.

I will fear no evil for thou art with me.

- You've harvested a bounty.

- Yes, but I know not what they are or if they can be eaten.

- Amelanchier, or serviceberry,

and yes, you can eat them.

- Oh, they're tart.

I care not.

- How's your hand?

- You lost your faith in miracles?

- No,

I think I found one.

- You are of a confident nature, Woodrow Booker.

- I simply observe how you look at me.

Likewise, you must have noticed how I look at you.

Sorry.

These woods have me acting strangely.

I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.

I think I'll go back to the wagon

before I say any more foolish words.

- No, you're right Mr. Booker.

I have noticed.

- Oh, thank you Lord, thank you.

- Mama! - Children!

- We were getting worried about you.

- What happened? Where were you?

Were you lost?

- I was.

Wait, how can this be?

- What? - The wagon.

I left that way and returned the same way

and yet have come from a different.

- Did you pass the fork on the road, and the lilies?

- I saw the lilies and yet I saw no fork.

- Thank God you've returned safely.

You've missed so much.

- Who is that?

- Oh, he's Woodrow Booker.

- I found him asleep in the woods.

He'd eaten some bad-

- And my hand was badly burned.

He healed it with a plant. - It's true mother,

it was a miracle.

- He knows everything about these forests.

- Please, children.

- I'm sincerely grateful to your family, ma'am.

It's true what they say,

though, a bit crowded in the telling.

- You said your hand was badly burned,

yet it does not look so.

- Mr. Booker healed me, Mother, with a plant.

He's a botanist.

- A botanist?

- Yes ma'am.

I study plants.

- In this forest?

- For quite some time, yes.

- Do you know the way out?

- Sadly, no.

- He saw the lilies, too.

- How long have you been here?

- For what seems like an eternity.

I seem to be imprisoned, like you.

I found the road in but not the fork to get out.

- I saw such terrible things,

and I heard more awful sounds, threatening this time.

What hell have we fallen into?

- Perhaps not hell.

You have found a bird.

- Oh, thank God.

- Where's your father?

- He's in the wagon writing.

- More writing?

- He cannot seem to stop.

- Mr. Booker, can you clean and prepare the turkey?

- I can.

- Then I shall leave you to it.

What are you doing in here?

Your children are out there with a total stranger.

- Hmm.

Well well, my braying wife has returned.

Fear not, he's a messenger of God.

- Do you see God in everything?

- I see Him when he is present.

- I'm of a mind it's only chicanery

that lives in these woods.

I have seen bones, and walked in circles with no end,

with that sound following me.

Ezekiel, I saw a crucifix coming out of a skull.

Can you explain that?

- I can. We are in the Garden of Eden.

- It is not Eden, it is sorcery.

- Temper your anger, wife.

You are falling prey to a deadly sin.

- And what are you falling prey to?

- The voice of God.

- Well, this is not God's voice you hear, but mine.

I have killed a turkey, so join us for dinner,

if you are not too full of God.

- Hmm, nothing tastier than roast turkey.

- The real food is that of the spirit.

Who wants of mine?

- Eat, husband.

Your spirit needs to be housed in a healthy body.

- There is sustenance in those woods.

- Mother, stop him.

- Come back, Ezekiel.

It is too dangerous at night.

- Some forests have a way of troubling a person's mind.

I've traveled many places studying plant life,

the Black Forest of Germany

where shadows seem to move on their own.

Dering Wood of England where they say screaming is heard.

- Screaming?

- Yes.

Terrible howling in the night.

Probably just the wind.

But here,

something strange and unworldly is afoot.

- Father says, we're in the Garden of Eden.

- When the wrong plants and flowers bloom here,

and we can't take our leave of this place,

and horses vanish,

what Eden is that?

- The Blackfeet people believe a demon lives here,

mimicking voices to lure people into these woods.

- As if it were a sound.

- Yes.

A demon who possesses people,

imploring them to kill and eat others.

Christian folks say it's the devil's disciple

who comes in the night to possess the innocent.

They believe it's looking for an innocent vessel to enter,

to escape, spread its malice beyond this doomed forest,

if it can find a pure vessel, that is.

- Why did we have to come here?

- Woodrow,

do you think it's true?

- As a man of science?

No.

But after what I've seen here, it does leave me wondering.

- I cannot find your father.

I'm through trying to reach him.

Children, offer your prayers, then bed.

- Thank you for the meal, ma'am.

It's been a while since I've had my fill.

Do you mind if I stay by the fire and play my harmonica?

- As you wish.

I could use the soothing sound of music.

- Mother,

there's something outside.

- What was that?

No, mother. - Shh.

Leave my family be!

- Where have you been?

- Oh, with God.

- Do you have any idea what happened after you left us?

- Another torch?

They're from an evil place, Ezekiel.

We were attacked by a wicked force.

- Attacked.

How? - The sound came,

and with it a great shaking of the wagon.

And then fire!

And all for your wanting of that blasted organ.

- What did you say, woman?

- It's why we are in this miserable place.

Your vain craving for a greater flock.

- Father, you're back.

- Where's Woodrow?

I don't know.

He wasn't here last night when I came out.

- Or my disciple has left.

- Your disciple?

Do you fashion yourself as our savior?

- What are these burn marks?

- It's some kind of shape.

- It is the symbol of my new church.

I envisioned it.

- What is that strange star?

- Did you cause this to happen?

- Me?

Everything is caused by He who resides above.

- Come children.

- I know if its origins.

We are called, son.

- We are to be rid of this blasphemy.

- My sheep hear my voice and they follow me.

Down on your knees. We must pray.

Blessed art thou oh lord

who commands me with his word.

He rests now.

Art thou a lamb.

- Why father?

- A creature of sacrifice.

It would be a holy death.

- No.

- Come, stand on the edge with me.

- No!

- Or are you not pure?

- Please, let's go back to mother.

- I come unto thee, Lord.

Compel me with thy word!

- Where do you think Mr. Booker went?

- He worries me.

We are good to be rid of him.

We need more water. You stay here.

- Let's go together.

- No, you must stay lest your father and brother return.

- No, I don't want to be left here alone.

- Abigail, Abigail.

We must be brave, and we need more water.

I shall be quick.

You stay and chop some wood for the fire.

- Where's the ax? - By the fire.

- Where is it?

We shall gather.

Beautiful, beautiful.

- Playing solitaire?

I startled you, I'm sorry.

I walk too quietly.

- Where did you go last night?

- In search of the sound.

- I hate it.

It came in the night

and our wagon shook with its menace

and started fires all around us.

- I'm sure it was just the wind

blowing embers from the fire.

It was still burning when I left.

What are you playing?

- Oh, I'm not playing.

I'm practicing.

- Uh-huh.

Show me what you practice.

- Pick a card.

It's the ace of spades.

- Very good.

Let me see.

- Ooh, there's nothing to see, it's just magic.

- Let me see.

Okay.

Okay.

Go ahead.

Take one.

- Queen of hearts.

- Yeah.

- Pick another.

- That's good but, these are my cards

and there aren't two queen of hearts.

- You're right.

Now that's magic.

It was here that I discovered the source.

- It won't bring evil?

- The sound is quite powerful, but evil?

- I feel more comfortable in these woods

when you're near me.

- And I with you.

I was afraid I scared you away last night with my stories.

- A little, yeah.

- I'm sorry,

I get carried away.

- I wish you could take me away from here,

away from all their religious madness.

I wanna live,

really live, and never hear about God again.

- Well, God is a rather important character,

don't you think?

- I'm unsure of what to believe now.

- Then you cannot be pure.

- Who says I wanna be pure?

- It's not a choice.

Funny.

If your father didn't want an organ we never would've met.

And you don't even know how to play

with all those keys and foot pedals.

- How do you know that?

- You told me.

- No I didn't.

You're not a botanist.

- What's the use?

I've been stuck in these endless woods for so damn long.

Well, I can't take it anymore.

Is there no one left who's pure enough?

- Who are you?

- Who am I?

- Abigail,

what happened?

What's wrong?

Abigail?

Let's sing our hymn.

- Ah, that last sound was so brilliant,

I could feel it in my heart.

- Maybe it's too powerful.

- No, it is Godly.

All who come here shall be transported unto heaven

by this sound, just as we are.

- These woods have altered you.

- Indeed, they have.

What of your new bonnet, wife?

Are you fearful of the cold?

- I cannot hear you by choice.

- Well, then you shall not hear the word of God.

- That's precisely so.

It is not God be making that awful sound.

It's something terribly other.

- It is God, without argument.

He has chosen me to build a church in this very place.

- A church,

where this evil resides,

where your daughter was taken.

- What do you mean, taken?

Firstly, he burns her hand,

then sends her wandering in a trance possessed by

I, I, I know not what, with blood flowing from her ears,

just as befell Luke.

So I have covered her ears as mine.

- Woman, I command thee,

Abigail is to hear God.

- That sound is not God. - It is.

- If anything, it's the devil himself.

- It is a miracle of God,

plain and simple.

- Come son, I shall cover your ears,

so this evil may not infect you.

- Mother, it's too tight.

- After last night, she shall not leave this wagon.

- What?

- I said she shall not leave.

- Woodrow.

Where are you?

Woodrow?

- You shall not infect me!

- She was of an impure nature.

- Abigail?

- You always knew she was unworthy.

She's in heaven now.

Or more likely the fires of hell.

She was

devious.

- She was possessed by wickedness.

- Certainly not one to help us move on.

- Move on?

How?

- I need purity.

- Perfect vessel.

- Damned hard to find.

God knows I've tried.

So when you presented yourself as a man of God,

I thought you were the one, Reverend.

But I'm confused by what's in your heart.

Why do you crave a greater flock?

- To herald the word of God.

- Really?

Not to herald yourself?

- I live only to serve Him.

You are plainly of a prideful nature, a deadly sin.

- Pride caused Lucifer's fall.

- So it did.

Nobody understands pride better than I do.

- You,

are you not of God?

- I'm his most trusted servant.

- And yet you kill.

It does not make sense.

- Well, what really does?

Hey, pride can be a good thing.

It shows drive.

You've got that, Rev.

It just needs to be channeled so you can inhabit the sound

and spread the word with all the power

and the glory of...

Well, you know the rest.

And you shall walk after the Lord your God and fear Him

and keep His commandments and obey His voice.

- Deuteronomy?

- Yes.

Oh, you know the good book well, Ezekiel.

You want to obey the Lord, don't you?

- Yeah,

I do.

I have.

Always.

- Good.

But there's just one thing,

one

tiny little thing holding you back.

- Anything.

- You need to make a sacrifice to prove your devotion.

- A sacrifice?

- Of someone close to you.

- Who?

- Someone who is an impediment,

blocking your progress.

Disobedient, self-centered.

Oh, a person close to you.

Very close.

- Someone

from my family?

- Who could that be?

- My wife.

- That's it.

Your impure spouse who suffers from the sin of independence.

- It is true.

She is rife with disobedience.

- Damn.

You know what has to be done, don't you?

- What am I to do?

You must cleanse yourself of your wife.

- Cleanse?

How?

- She is the mother of my children.

- She's against God.

- I've loved her for so long.

Am I so deeply mistaken?

- Has she not questioned your vision?

And blamed you for wanting to expand the house of God?

- She is my wife.

- Prove that you are worthy of being a disciple.

Will you save the lost soul?

- Abigail?

Abigail!

- Mother, where are you?

- Abigail?

Ezekiel,

is that you?

Ezekiel?

Where is Abigail?

- Our daughter is of this Earth no more.

- I have broken my ears to blunt that evil sound.

- And you are truly a heretic.

But I shall save thee.

I shall be exalted in your death.

- Mother?

Mother, where are you?

What is this?

- It was better when you couldn't see.

You passed me in doing the Lord's work.

- Where's mother? - I'm in search of her.

- She did something unspeakable.

She took her knitting needles

and she plunged them into her ears.

- It is the prophecy.

Through the blood of the lamb I must be made to drink

and swallow all the evils of this world.

Taking of impure hearts is my mission.

- What are you saying?

- Death, Luke.

Death and eternal damnation.

- You scare me, Father.

I can't read your face.

- You see the face of sorrow.

- Mother!

- I was in need of a meal.

- Father,

what did you do?

- Your mother lost faith.

She had no trust in the voice of God.

- You killed her.

- Oh,

if there was ever any doubt about your purity,

you've answered that, Reverend.

- Why did you kill mother?

- I did as I was commanded

to serve the Lord.

- Men of God are always mistaking faith with truth.

- You speak with the tongue of the devil.

- As if I had a choice.

- Oh God.

Oh my God. I slaughtered my wife,

and you my daughter.

I wanted my church.

And my organ.

- I'm not sure what good an organ is now,

seems you've lost your musician.

Your father's a weak man, Luke,

soaked in misbegotten blood.

Free him from his misery.

- What?

- The gun.

Luke.

- Don't, don't listen to him.

- Can you see him now for what he really is?

- Yes.

He's a murderer,

but he is still my father.

- Do you like being able to see, Luke?

- Of course.

More than anything.

- And if you want to keep your sight,

you must do what has to be done.

Kill him.

- I can't.

- Okay.

It's up to you.

Goodbye sight.

- No!

- He is the devil.

He's trying to possess you

with this wretched sound.

You must reject him.

- You killed mother.

- It was a trick of the devil.

- No, it was you.

It was you Father.

- It was him.

He did this to us.

Kill him.

It will be God's will.

I will tread them in my anger

and trample them in fury.

- If you don't kill him,

all your glorious blues, greens, and yellows

will return to black.

- I want to see.

- Shoot him.

- Blood shall sprinkle on my garments

and I shall stain my raiment.

Hitherto shalt thou come.

- An eye for an eye.

- Beware the fire that shall burn unto you

for everlasting eternity.

- It's your choice, Luke.

- The wrath of hell is upon thee,

eternal fire is thy destiny!

- Gideon and Goliath came back.

- Difficult to pull a wagon without horses.

- We can leave this place?

- We'll try.

- But where is the sound?

- It'll come when you command it.

Only more gently now, more persuasively,

the way your disciples would want to hear you.

- Am I the vessel?

- That we shall soon find out.

Fork should be up yonder,

if you are truly pure.

Here it is.

- I'm the vessel.

- God damn.

You are.

- Are those the lilies?

- Ugliest damn flower on this miserable planet.

- I didn't know they were so white.

Woodrow?

- Hmm?

- Am I filled with evil?

- Evil's looked at so unfairly.

Embrace it.

Without us, there'd be no despair or terror.

Lust, vengeance.

Where would we be without war and plague,

beheadings, torture?

People would be bored to death

of smiling and laughter.

They'd stop praying to God for their salvation.

Heaven would cease to be a reward

and God would be forgotten,

soon to regret having made Earth perfect.

Our list is long,

and we have much to do.

- Everything's getting shadowy.

- Because we're leaving the woods.

- Night is falling, but it,

it's much too early.

- Take a long look, Luke.

This will be the last time you ever see.

- But you said, if I kill Father, I'd keep my sight.

- Indeed.

If we remained in those woods, but we've left.

- That's not fair,

I love the blue of the sky, the greens of the forest.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- You tricked me.

- Trickery is a craft you'll soon master.

- How can I do his work if I cannot see?

- What you lose in sight,

you'll regain in feeling and hearing.

You'll come to understand true unearthly power,

and that will be more than enough

to enjoy the journey ahead.

Just remember,

there's only one God.

- Unless you're tricking me again.

- You ready to be the vessel?

- Do I have a choice?

- Oh, the fun we're gonna have.