All language subtitles for hysteria.s01e07.1080p

[whispers] Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on!

[grunts]

Oh, shit! No!

Fuck! Fuck. God damn it.

[sobbing] Oh, fuck...

[panting]

[spits]

Was it worth it?

- [flashlight buzzes]
- No!

No, no, no! Please!

Please, please please!
God damn it!

[sobbing] Fuck!

[shouts] No!

Fuck.

[shovel thudding above]

- H-hello?
- [dirt thudding lightly]

[shouts] Help me!

[Spud] What do you think
we're doing?

[Dylan gasps]

Spud!

- And-- And Ingrid?
- Hi.

[Dylan] Oh, God...

Ingrid told me what happened.

She said Cliff and Judith
wasn't gonna come get you

for a few hours.

Thirty minutes
felt like enough.

But don't tell Judith
I said that.

I'm so sorry!

[crying] I screwed up
so bad, Spud.

Thank you.

Oh, God...

Oh, God.

I got you.

[owl hooting]

Thanks for the orange juice,
Ingrid.

It was the least I could do.

I didn't really want to,

but Judith told us we had to

to prove ourselves.

You know, for lying to her.

That sounds like Judith.

Yeah, it really does.

[Spud] So...

you're done

with this cult stuff, right?

Yeah.

[Dylan in voiceover]
I started something evil.

I need to stop it
before anyone else gets hurt.

[ominous music]

[heavy metal
theme music plays]

[heart monitor beeping]

Who are you, Gilbert?

[intense, ominous music]

- [monitor beeping]
- You don't seem like
much of a Satanist to me,

more like a common drunk.

Some of those kids slip you
twenty bucks to put that mask on

and throw me off their trail?
That what happened?

[groans] Sounds like a stretch
to me too.

Problem is, I'm having trouble
believing my own eyes lately,

and in my line of work,
that makes it hard to know
what's a stretch and what isn't.

Where do you work? [sighs]

[chuckles] Auto body shop.

You wouldn't happen to know
a guy by the name of "Bob,"
would ya?

- [loud moan]
- Oh, Christ.

You're awake.
Let me get the nurse.

- What are you doing here?
- You were in an accident.

No! Why are you here

instead of searching
that murderer's house?

[panting] They slaughtered
that boy like a lamb.

- Let go of me.
- All the evidence you need
is in that girl's bedroom.

- [monitor beeping rapidly]
- You need help.

It's not too late to end this,
but time is running out.

Help this man.
He's losing blood!

- [deep, demonic voice]
Why are you here?
- [monitor flatlines]

- [Olsen] Chief?
- [flatline tone continues]

Is everything okay?

- Oh... uh...
- [monitor resumes steady beat]

Judge Felson signed off
on the search warrant
for Jordan Stanwyck.

- You want me to handle it?
- No, I need to see for myself.

Um... [clears throat] Um...

I guess Gilbert and our old
friend, Bob, have the same boss.

Can you go talk to him?

What's going on with you, Chief?

The reason I've asked
you all here is because

each of you came to me
with experiences

I could not understand.
Not until now.

I believe that our town,

that all of us,

are under the threat...

of widespread demonic
infestation.

[shocked gasps and murmurs]

Wha-- Infestation?
What does that mean?

Are you saying
that we're possessed?

- Not yet.
- [man] Not yet?

Infestation is the first stage
of possession.

This is when the entity
makes itself known

by means of hallucinations,

nightmares, bodily distortions.

It is typically isolated
to a single location,

but whatever the root
of this evil is,

it has spread beneath our feet.

- What makes you so sure of this?
- Yeah.

Last night I confirmed the first
case of complete possession.

- What?
- Who?

I cannot release an identity
at this time

for the safety of the afflicted
and their family.

For their safety?
What about ours?

Please. We must have patience.

These are our souls at stake.

- Patience? Man,
where has that gotten us?
- Nowhere.

I mean, have the police arrested
my son's killer?

What about you?
We've been begging,

crying for help.

- Have you protected us?
- [crowd] No.

I understand your frustrations.

This is not frustration!

We're far beyond that now.

- This? This is outrage.
- [crowd] Yeah!

And we all know who's
responsible for this.

It's that damn Satanic band.
And our leaders?

They're not doing anything.

- So it's up to us, the people...
- [crowd] Yeah!

...to take matters
in our own hands!

- [man] Yeah!
- [scattered clapping]

[indistinct chatter]

[exhales]

- Mom?
- Faith, it's nearly 8:00.

You're gonna be late
for school.

I can't go.

[sighs]

Is this about last night?

You were right all along, Mom.

What do you mean?

Ryan is dead because of me.

And so is Gilbert. And now my
only friend that I have

is going to jail because
of something I did.

I destroy everything
that I touch.

[sighs]

The Devil really is
inside of me.

Oh...

My sweet baby girl.

I need help, Mom.

I know you may not
wanna hear this...

but the Reverend can help you.

Mom, he... he tortured me.

No. He is a good man.
He is a true man of God.

And whatever
happened to you before

is no reflection
of who he is.

I promise you.

He can fix you, Faith.

Just like he fixed me.

[sighs]

Okay.

I'll go.

Oh.

Go get cleaned up,
and I'll call the Reverend.

He'll be thrilled.

- Okay.
- Oh!

When you get home,
things will be different.

I promise. Okay?

Okay.

["It's Late" by Queen playing]

You say you love me

And I hardly know your name

And if I say I love you

In the candlelight

There's no one but myself
to blame

But there's something inside

That's turning my mind away

Oh, how I could love you

If I could let you stay

It's late

When I'm bleeding
deep inside

It's late

Ooh, is it just my
sickly pride?

Too late

Even now the feeling
seems to steal away

So late

Though I'm crying,
I can't help but hear you say

It's late, it's late,
it's late

It's late, it's late

It's late, it's late

Oh, it's all too late

[drum finale]

[song ends]

Oh. Hey, Dad.

Um, I made you and Mom
some breakfast.

I'm not hungry.

Oh. Uh, what about some coffee

before work?

I'm taking the day off.

Oh.

Okay.

Dad, can we talk?

I-I wanna make things right.

Starting with an apology
for last night.

Last night? What happened
last night?

I... snuck out.
To be with Judith.

- And I'm sorry.
- [scoffs]

Dylan, I had no idea
that you snuck out.

Because there are bigger things
going on around here

other than your teenage
rebellion.

It's not gonna be fixed with
scrambled eggs and orange juice.

Where's Mom?

Mom's not feeling well.

- Is she awake? Can I say hi?
- No, no.

- It's not a good idea.
- [thudding]

- What was that?
- [groan from nearby room]

Just... go to school.

Hey, and when you get home,
do not bother your mother.

- [Linda moans loudly]
- Dad?

[Gene] Linda, please.
You have to stop!

- [moaning continues]
- What's going on?

[intense music builds and fades]

[Abigail] You have to
do something, Tracy.

What exactly did Rex Hudson
say he was going to do?

Explicitly, nothing,

but he was practically
forming a mob

in the middle of our church.
Someone is gonna get hurt,
or worse.

You work for the police. Why
didn't you take this to them?

So we can say what?

These people don't trust
authority anymore.

What if...

What if an arrest were made...
today?

That's extremely unlikely,
but even still,

I don't think it will make
any difference.

These people need you, now!

Why me? Why now?

Because everything you've
warned us about for years

has all come true.

Satan has come to Happy Hollow.

And I've seen him
with my own two eyes.

What does he look like?

He's... tall with...

knotted horns.

Wings with claws
attached to them.

And this hideous smile.

We're all in danger.

He's already possessed
at least one person.

[panting] Who?

Father Mathis won't say.
He keeps telling us

- we have to wait for him
to find a solution.
- No, no.

There is no time to wait.

That's why I'm here!

Okay.

I will speak to Father Mathis...

and I'll see what I can do.

I think you're the first person
ever to make a repeat visit.

I'm grateful for the opportunity
to make our wrongs right.

[door creaks]

Well, in order for
deprogramming to work,

we need to share a mutual trust.

Do you trust me, Faith?

I do.

But how am I to trust you?

Last time we spoke you called me
a liar and a hypocrite.

Now you want my help.

That's suspicious.

No... I understand now.

There really is something evil
inside of me,

- and I want it--
- No, no. Faith.

That line might have worked
with your mother
but it won't work on me.

You want me to go through this,

I need to trust you.

- You've given me no reason to.
- I killed somebody!

Last time you made me forget,
and I...

I need that again.

Please!

[sighs]

Rid yourselves of the offenses
you have committed,

get a new heart,
get a new spirit,

repent and live.

It's not too late.

I can help.

But you have to want it.

Do you, Faith?

More than anything.

Good.

Well, settle in.

We'll begin shortly.

Thank you, Reverend.

[solemn, eerie choral music]

[Mathis sighs]

Father? Are you going somewhere?

Tracy. [clears throat]

You caught me... just as I was
leaving town.

Well, is it true
what people are saying?

That someone in town
is possessed?

I didn't intend for word
to get out so quickly,

but unfortunately, yes,

the rumors that you've heard
are true.

- And you're abandoning us?
- No.

No, I am leaving to get help.

In order to perform an exorcism,

I must hand-deliver
this evidence

to the Archdiocese of Detroit.

Once the bishop has approved--

No, Father,
you don't understand.

These people, they're fed up!

I've seen them
in my church group

getting angrier and angrier.

I'm glad you brought that up,
Tracy, so I didn't have to.

Do you know what evil feeds on?

Fear.

Fear, Tracy, is the greatest
destroyer of faith.

And if I had to point to
the one person most responsible

for the fear that has overtaken
our community...

it would be you.

- [car horn honks]
- [gasps softly]

[mutters]

Wait!

These people, they're
looking to me for help.

What am I supposed to tell them?

To beware of false prophets.

- [solemn choral music continues]
- [footsteps recede]

[panting]

["This Corrosion"
by The Sisters of Mercy playing]

I think I figured out
who did it.

- I gave her name to the cops.
- For real? Who?

Hey.

You guys could've killed me
last night. You know that?

- You hear anything, Judith?
- Not a peep.

All right.

I just want to let you guys
know that the cult is over.

So ignore that.

So, anyways,

- like I was saying...
- Hey, I'm talking to you.

[grunts, groans]

Look, I heard you, all right?
But I don't think you heard us
last night.

Dude, what the hell?

You need to understand
something, man.

You're not leaving us.
We're leaving you.

You better not ever
cross us again

or your next grave
won't be so shallow. Got it?

["This Corrosion" by
The Sisters of Mercy continues]

- Got it?
- [school bell ringing]

[Dylan groans] God...

[Spud] Come on, man, get up.

[grunts]

You'll be all right.
You'll be all right.

Did I deserve that?

I mean, if all you get
out of this is a busted nose,

you'd be lucky.

I have just the thing to help.

Here you go.

Where's Jordy?

- [Jordy] Hello?
- Um, h-hey, Jordy.

- It's me and Spud. I just--
- [Jordy] It's really not
a good time.

Look, I know that you're
pissed at me.

And you have every right to be,
but I just wanted you to know

I broke things off
with the cult.

- And with Judith.
- I mean, technically
they broke it off.

Thanks, but it's a little late
for that.

The cops are currently
ripping apart my room.

[Dylan] Wait, what?

[disconnect tone]

What happened?

The cops are searching
her house.

This is all my fault, isn't it?

Look, man, I wanna help you...

but it's so hard
to have a real moment

with that thing
in your nose.

[Dandridge]
Boy, you hide a lot of stuff
from your parents, don't you?

Music, jewelry...

What else?

If it's okay with you,
I think I'm gonna keep that
between me and my diary.

What are you looking for, anyway?

I'll let you know
when I find it.

Mind if I check under the bed?

Depends.
Are dust bunnies illegal?

You know, for someone
with a warrant out for 'em,

you're a big smartass.

Well, confidence comes
with innocence.

[ominous music]

Huh.

You sure about that?

What is it?

All right, Jordy,

if you're innocent,
maybe you can explain to me

how you came to be
in possession

of this.

Jordan Stanwyck,
I'm placing you under arrest.

[laughs] For what?

Possession of hairspray?

Huh.

Can you tell me what's going on?

We got a tip that you were
bragging about killing Ryan.

Someone said you kept a token
to prove it.

- Someone who?
- I don't know.

Can you think of anyone
with a reason to tell a story
like that?

No...

not at all.

- [machine beeps]
- [Bob] Hey, boss, it's me.

You might want to come down
to the shop as soon as you can.

It's not good.

[sighs]

Christ.

[door opens, closes]

Reverend?

Reverend, are you there?

Hello?

[ominous music building]

[dramatic sting]

[bell rings]

Wait, you're taking back all
of my letters of recommendation?

After discussing with the PTA,
we feel it's what's best
for everyone.

But I've been a good student
for years.

If you take those back I'll have
no chance at a scholarship.

And if I can't get a
scholarship, then I can't--

Miss Sanders, my recommendation
is only as valuable

as the average of the students
it stands behind.

It would be unfair to your peers

who haven't participated in
cult activity on school grounds

for me to lump your name
in with theirs.

Please. You don't have to.

I already have. I'm sorry.

I might suggest
community service.

Something to show
personal growth.

["A Fine Day To Die" by Bathory
plays]

[gentle guitar intro playing]

[gentle guitar slows to a stop]

[discordant, heavy metal vocals
and thrashing guitar]

[crowd chanting]
See no evil! Hear no evil!
Speak no evil!

See no evil!
Hear no evil! Speak no evil!

Chief Dandridge,
enough is enough!

This town deserves
a real leader!

Arrest those murderers
or resign!

[Olsen] You gonna go out there?

And tell 'em what?

They were right.
I've spent weeks in denial.

Look what that cost us.

The church just confirmed
a case of possession.

It's the 20th century, Chief.

Demonic possession
hasn't been a real diagnosis

since we lived in huts
bound in horse shit.

[clears throat] Pardon.

The greatest trick
the Devil played

was convincing the world
that he didn't exist.

He played me like a fiddle.

[protesters shouting
in distance]

[clears throat]

I stopped at the body shop.

Now, the boss wasn't there,
but our good friend Bob

was kind enough to share
his business card with me,

so I pulled his file.

Beaumont Hicks.

Couple years ago, he went
to jail a few counties over

for the kidnapping and false
imprisonment of a minor.

For the third time.

Now...

you tell me what sounds
more likely.

That Satanists killed Ryan
to summon evil...

or he died at the hands
of a career criminal

with a record
for kidnapping teens.

Then how do you explain
everything else that's going on?

[sighs]

I can't.

But that angry mob
is right outside, Chief.

If you wanna grab a pitchfork
and join 'em,

be my guest.

But if you'd rather come back
down to Earth...

I encourage you
to take a look at his file.

[suspenseful music]

[Reverend] You're certain that
the evidence wasn't recovered?

I waited across the street

until the police left,
like you asked.

If they had found what
they were looking for,

they would have left
with that goth kid in cuffs,

- but they didn't.
- That was our only way out.

Everyone thinks
those kids did it.

The plan is still working.

Without a smoking gun,
there is no plan.

There's nothing
that links them to the crime,

and we have precious little time
until Gilbert's found.

Actually, uh...

they found Gilbert.

[sighs]

After the stakeout,
I came back to open up the shop

and the lady cop was waiting.
She said he turned up
a couple miles away.

He's comatose. He must have been
stumbling around out there

since before I even left.

Wha-- You spent two days
on the road.

Without checking on him once?

Hey, you saw him too!

How was I to know he'd up
and pull a Lazarus on us?

And you chose to bring
the Hudson boy,
which led to his death.

- Come on, I had no choice.
- You always have a choice!

You chose wrong!

That was mistake number one.

Mistake number two was failing
to dispose of Gilbert's body.

For now,

what I need to know is,

have you already made
mistake number three?

When the police came by,

did you happen to mention
my name?

[sighs]

I've...

I've done everything
you've asked.

Everything.

Do...

Do you know what my
biggest mistake was?

It was believing that anyone

could save a soul
as hopeless as yours.

[Bob] Wait!

[tense music]

[bell on door jingles]

[country music
playing softly on radio]

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Oh. Are you open?

We are, believe it or not.

- Wonderful. [chuckles]
- [ice rattling]

You know, I pride myself
on knowing everyone's drink
around here,

but I have no clue
what yours is, Tracy.

I will have, um...

a bourbon.

[country music
playing softly on radio]

[Tracy sighs]

- [glass taps on bartop]
- [exhales]

You know, I think I owe you
an apology

for the time you visited
my group.

Tracy, it's fine. You don't--

No, no, no. I... do.

You challenged me and in return
I tried to make you feel small.

Well, I apologize.

Sincerely.

Thank you, Tracy.

Do you know why I do what I do?

It's not for the notoriety
or the acknowledgement.

At the end of the day,

all I do
is try to make the world

a better place
for my daughter.

I think that's what
all parents want.

I suppose. [chuckles]

I just thought that I
could be the one to do it.

I thought that I could
show people the dangers
of their ways,

but now, I fear I've done
more harm than good.

And it may be too late
to make it right.

It's never too late, Tracy.

Someone is possessed.

Here, in our town.

And dozens, hundreds...
may follow.

[chuckles] We are going to hell
in a handbasket.

And I was supposed to stop this.

So you believe the rumors then?

That the Devil
is possessing people?

I have seen him
with my own eyes.

[exhales]

[sniffles]

[chuckles]

I'm so sorry. May I ask,
what happened to your ear?

I'm sure you heard about what
happened with my daughter

and Dylan Campbell.

Of course.

I tried to have a civilized
conversation about it

with Dylan's mom,
and then this happened.

I'm lucky she didn't cut
the whole thing off.

Wait, Linda Campbell did that?

Yeah.

[ominous music]

Hey, Dad.
I finished all the laundry.

Is there anything else
I could...

[Linda] Hello?

[eerie music]

[Linda, weakly] Hello?

Hello? Is there anybody
out there?

Hello?

Hello? Is there anybody
out there?

M-Mom?

Dylan, honey,
could you come in?

Uh, Dad told me
not to bother you.

You wouldn't be bothering me, sweetheart.

Please, I wanna talk to you,
Dylan.

[music intensifies]

[door creaks]

Mom?

Why are all the lights off?

[Linda] I had a terrible
headache earlier.

Sweetheart, can you just
come in and turn the lamp on?

Wh-- Why can't you turn it on?

Oh, Dylan, I just wanna see
your face,

and tell you how sorry I am
for what I did to your things.

No, Mom, it's okay.

I-I wanted to come in here
to apologize to you.

For what, sweetie?

I've been a bad son lately,

and I just,
I wanna make it right.

Can you forgive me?

Oh, honey,
I just wanna see your face.

Dylan, please turn on the lamp.

Get me out of this fucking bed!

[screaming] Mom!

- Dad! Dad!
- Get me out!

- [Linda] Dylan!
- Dad!

- [dramatic music]
- I told you not to come in here!

- Dad, what happened to her?
- Go! Go!

[screaming]

Get me out!

- [sniffles] Dad?
- [sighs]

I've been trying for weeks now
to hold this family together.

Between my son,
the teenage cult leader,

and my wife, who says she's
possessed by the Devil.

Wait, Mom thinks
she's possessed?

Thinks?

You saw her in there.
How the hell else
would you explain this?

But-- But how?

You tell me.

You don't think
this was my fault?

Oh, Dylan...

Dylan, I don't know
what to think anymore.

Dad, all that cult stuff,
it-it-it was fake.

So were the--
the rituals we held.

We were just playing.

None of this Satanic stuff is...

is actually real.

Right?

[eerie music]

It's real to her.

[ominous music]

[static buzzing]

...potential case of demonic
possession in town

spurred a string of
demonstrations by residents

who have had enough.

I'm here with Rex Hudson,
father of Ryan,

who helped organize today's
impromptu record burning.

This. This.

This Satanism,
this Devil-worship,

it comes in many forms,
but no matter the package,

this is the virus that
is tearing our town apart.

Thank you, Rex.

You know that saying
that's like,

"All publicity
is good publicity"?

Not really true, is it?

I swear, it's like
something in the air

is turning people crazy.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

You see this sort of thing
in nature all the time.

Yeah... like, what?

Well, have you ever seen
a flock of birds

just take off
out of nowhere?

It's because one of them
thought there was a threat

and the rest followed
out of panic.

It happens on my farm, too.

I can't start the mower without
Cheerios fainting,

and if he faints, Lucy faints,

and if she does, it's over.

Power of suggestion.

Hmm.

Can I ask you something?

Why did you go along
with the cult for so long?

I guess it was because...

when you're spending
as much time alone as I did,

you know,
parents off on business,

and other kids
thinking I'm annoying...

Once you find people who--
who see you,

like, really see you,

you cling to them.

Even if it leads to all this.

- [knocking at door]
- Spud, are you in there?

Jordy? Yo, are you okay?

Can we talk in private?

- Y-yeah.
- Sorry.

"Deprogrammer..." [sighs]

"A man known as 'The Reverend'

provides a controversial service

to the parents of misguided
youth..." [mumbling]

"Despite charges,
a number of parents

swear by his unorthodox
methods, including...

Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy...

who claim that Hicks
saved their only child

from a hippie cult...

Tracy."

Holy Mother.

[suspenseful music]

Ooh.

[exhales]

[sighs]

Oh.

[Reverend] Hello, Firefly.

[dramatic music]

[breathing heavily]

Is everything okay with Faith?

- Where is it?
- Wh--

Uh, where is... [hiccups]

Excuse me.

- Have you been drinking?
- [scoffs] No.

I mean, yes.

I mean, surely you've heard
what's happening, Reverend.

And, uh, I can't help but feel

like this is partly our fault.

And I wanna fix things,
but I don't know how.

- What's this?
- Open it.

[suspenseful music]

[gasps, screams]

[ominous music]

[sobbing] Oh, my God!
What did you do?

I have been so patient
with all of you.

That patience ran out
for Robert.

- [gasps]
- And it's running out for you.

So I'll ask you one more time.

[loudly] Where is the inhaler?

[stuttering]

Faith left it,
just like you asked.

No...

No, she did not.

No, no, no. [sobbing]

This has to be some sort
of misunderstanding.

Either Faith is lying to you,
or you're lying to me.

But the truth
is of no consequence.

Because the stakes remain.

I have lived enough of my life
in a jail cell.

I will not end it in one

for some lying little whore

or her weak, naive mother!

Who are you?

I am whatever
the situation needs.

- [doorbell rings]
- [Tracy gasps]

Not one word.

I know it's late,
and I appreciate your time,

so I'll get right to it.

I'm looking for information
about a man by the name of

Beaumont Hicks.

Does that ring any bells for ya?

No, I'm afraid it doesn't.

You might know him by his alias.

He goes by "The Reverend."

He's what's known as
a deprogrammer.

That still doesn't sound
familiar.

May I ask why you came to me?

We have reason to believe
he might be involved

in the murder of Ryan Hudson.

I found an old article about
this Reverend fellow,

and a quote from a...

Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy.

They were singing his praises
about how he helped

their daughter... Tracy.

[sighs]

What was your maiden name?

[scoffs]

Well, it seems like you
already know,

but that doesn't change
the fact that I have

never heard of this man.

So you're saying,
in a town this small,

there were two McCarthy families

with daughters named Tracy?

I'm saying, I don't know
what you think you read,

but it has nothing
to do with me.

Maybe your eyes are playing
tricks on you, Chief.

I guess they are.

Hmm.

Sorry to bother.

Oh, I'm always happy
to be of service.

Is this your daughter?

She's my everything.

[ominous music]

Beautiful.

Have a good night.

And you.

[breath trembling]

He's close.

It's not safe for me
to stay here.

I'll leave town at dawn.

You have until then to end this.

And I mean end this!

By any means.

How?

A confession.

And if you can't get that
for me,

you will never, ever

see your daughter again.

[sighs] I guess I got
kind of carried away.

Kind of?
You were so into it,

I was starting to think
you killed Ryan. [chuckles]

So, is that why you sold me out?

Huh?

Why weren't you at Homecoming?

I-I told you,
I had food poisoning.

Why'd you stop
hanging out with us?

Because those cult kids
give me the creeps.

Judith, what is this?

It's a fresh start. [chuckles]

Come on.

Be honest with me.

All right,

my mom came home after that show
and found me with blood

all over my face.

What was I supposed to do?

Do you know why I fell
for Dylan?

Because he showed me
a darker side of this town

that I didn't know existed.

All I see when I look around
are fake smiles

on fake people
who are too small to exist

anywhere else.

People like you.

[scoffs] Wow.

Okay, asshole.

I've lost any shot of getting
out of this hellhole.

All thanks to you
and your big mouth.

Judith, you're scaring me.

Good.

[pounding at door]

Go ahead. It's for you.

[discordant ominous music]

Cliff?

- [tape rips]
- [gasps]

[doorbell rings]

[sighs deeply]

[knocking]

Listen, lady. This family's been
through enough because of you.

Appreciate if you'd just
let us be.

You're right to be upset.

And I truly am very sorry,

but I wanna make it right.

Maybe some other time.
Good night.

No!

[panting]

I can help your wife.

Dad?

I think we should let her in.

[Linda panting, snarling]

[hissing]

[Tracy breathing heavily]

[moans]

[gasps]

She needs an exorcism.

And I don't believe we can wait
until Father Mathis returns.

What other choice do we have?

You can let me perform it.

- Tonight.
- You can do that?

No, come on, Tracy.
That's ridiculous.

May I ask...

When was the last time Linda
was in control of herself?

I-I don't know.
Was it... yesterday morning?

Well, then you've seen firsthand
how quickly things can escalate.

How much longer are you willing
to let your wife endure
this suffering?

Aren't these things dangerous?

[stutters] How are you qualified
to do this?

I've driven the Devil
out of someone once before.

Who?

You're speaking to her.

I-I have a question.

How did this happen to my mom?

Evil feeds on fear, Dylan.

And you've given her
a lot to be afraid of.

But...

That's not who I am.

[Tracy] Now's your chance
to prove it.

If we cast the Devil out of her,

we cast him out of this town.

And if you help me,

everyone will see the decent
young man you are.

And we can all return
to our normal lives.

But if we wait...

there's no telling
what could happen.

But it's not too late.

We can end this tonight.

But I will need your
cooperation.

[Dylan] Okay.

I'll help.

Why are you doing all this?

What do you stand to gain
from helping?

A better world for my daughter.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

[ominous music]

[sighs deeply]

[ominous music]

- Hey, you two. What--?
- Alright, it's cool. We're bros.

- Chief? We need to talk.
- Excuse me.

You can't just be in here.

Olsen. Come here for a second.

[dark, ominous music]

These are the same necklace.
Right?

Uh, I mean, yeah.
Looks like it to me.

We know who killed Ryan Hudson.

So do I.

But how do you know?

[Jordy] Why are you telling me
this now?

Because she told me
to plant this.

She wanted you to frame me?
You have to go to the cops.

And give those two a chance to
spin their way out of it again?

No. Not again.

Then what are you gonna do?

[Faith] They have to find it
at his house.

I'll tell you
where I'm gonna put it.

[Jordy] You can't go back there.

[Faith] I have to.

If you haven't heard from me
by tomorrow night,

go to the police.

That means something went wrong.

["God Was Never on Your Side"
by Motorhead playing]

For there is no Heaven
in the sky

Hell does not wait
for our downfall

He was never on your side

God was never on your side

Never, never

Never, never

Never on your side

No, no, no

Never, never, never

Never

Never on your side

Never on your side

God was never on your side

Never on your side

[song ends]