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Oh, I brought last
night's scores.

Let's see.

The Dodgers played the Rockies.

They won that game 6-1.

And the Padres, who are not too
shabby at all this season...

- Father Ryland?
- Yes?

You don't know me, but your
reputation precedes you.

Well, that can be a
double-edged sword.

I'm Father Raul Cortes.

Father, glad to know you.

- This is the boy?
- Yes, this is he.

Terrible tragedy.

A failure.

You did what you could.

And I failed at it,

and that's why I don't
do these things anymore.

Actually, that's why I'm here.

Father John Murphy
passed away a week ago.

John?

Oh, no.

Before he died, he told
me to come see you.

Oh, that's hard news to take.

We had lost touch.

I haven't heard
from him for years.

Was he alone?

He died in my arms.

I presided over his
funeral in Boston.

In Cuba, where I grew up,
priests were like superheroes.

Everyone, even the
soldiers, looked up to them.

Now you're a soldier for God.

In a sense, yes.

Father Murphy was my general.

Mine, too.

You were in the
seminary together?

Uh, no.

John was my mentor.

And he was my friend.

His parish sponsored
me in seminary school.

He was one of the best.

That's what he always
said about you.

He almost brought you in to
consult on our current case,

but he knew you had
taken some time off.

Was it heart failure?

Yes. Cardiomyopathy.

You know why heart disease
is the leading cause of death

in exorcists?

Because this is where
it all comes from.

The engine, the shield,
the spark of life.

It's what makes us human,
and they hate that.

But still we fight.

Still we fight.

Okay. So, to what do
I owe the pleasure?

What are we dealing with here?

Her name is Huxley Hendrix.

She's 14.

Has a father, her
mother is a deceased.

By suicide.

They're Catholic,
but not practicing.

And has she undergone a
full psychiatric evaluation?

Exhaustive, yes.

The bishop has
signed off as well.

Or else, you know, Father
Murphy wouldn't approach it.

Previously, I was just
assisting Father Murphy,

but I've been given the
go ahead by the bishop

to continue the
exorcism as lead.

As long as I have a seasoned
pro by my side, that is.

It takes a piece of you,
you know, every time.

A little piece of you dies,

until eventually there
are no more pieces left.

She's dying.

I think I can save her.

We can save her.

Do you got any pieces left?

As a matter of fact,
I do. Right here.

One enormous chip
on my shoulder.

The best of me is gone,

but you can have the rest of me.

Do you know what my
favourite word is?

Checkmate.

The sound of victory.

And I'm almost there.

Take your time.

Try to be two steps ahead
when reading the board.

Okay?

Oh, good one.

That's a sticky situation
you've put me in.

Sacrifice your
pawn, Dr. Beckett.

My apologies. I didn't
mean to interrupt.

I'm Sister Caroline.

I work for the Sacred
Heart Charities.

I have seen your billboards.

Yes. We do the Lord's work.

I'm sorry for tracking
you down like this.

I realize it's unorthodox
on your day off and all.

If it's a psychiatric matter,
please, call my office.

We can schedule a time that's
more convenient for both of us.

Yes, your office did say

that you would be away
for about three weeks.

At a chess tournament.

I fly out tomorrow.

Okay, well, I'm terribly sorry,

but my particular
problem is pressing.

It's a child. A young girl.

She needs your help.

I don't mean to be rude, Sister.

And I do have
colleagues that I can...

No, it has to be you, Doctor.

I'm sorry, but I must insist.

If you already have two
priests, why do you need me?

Three priests to
represent the Trinity.

Round-the-clock exorcisms.

A marathon exorcism?

Of a sort, yes.

Okay, let's hear it.

- Who are you?
- I am Gog and Magog.

I am war. I am famine.
I am pestilence.

You are
nothing but pitiful.

You're pathetic.

Not as pathetic
as an 80-year-old virgin.

I'm here to
help you, Huxley.

If you can hear...

Father Murphy?

That's enough.

When do we start?

How soon can you pack?

Sobering, isn't it?

To see all the
names of the dead.

Sobering is a good word for it.

You must be Dr. Olivia Beckett.

I must.

Father Patrick Ryland,
Father Raul Cortes.

I thought I
recognized that voice.

Why am I not surprised?

- Good to see you again, Melody.
- You too.

Well, it looks like
they dusted us both off.

And we are the last line
of defense yet again.

So help me out here.

I'm coming in a little blind,
and this is my first exorcism.

What exactly are we
going to be doing today?

Are you a believer?

I'm a little low on blind
faith, to be perfectly honest.

Well, then this is going to
be very illuminating for you.

Oh, good. You've all met.

Let me show you inside,

and we'll have a brief
discussion before we begin.

Follow me.

Right this way.

Thankyou.

I should mention that
there is no cell service

inside the building.

Something to do with
the kind of rock

used for the walls.

But, not to worry, we
have land lines.

Why isn't this
happening in a hospital?

It's been deemed too
dangerous to move her.

We tried. Twice.

But, um...

She's caused near fatal
accidents both times.

She's comfortable here.

Huxley's father
owns the grounds and,

it's safer for all involved.

This place is amazing.

It's really something, isn't it?

Over 137,000 people
interred here.

And where is Huxley?

Oh, you'll see her in due time.

Let's go and have a brief
discussion first.

Why don't we come back
when they're open?

Yeah, I'm sure they'd
be cool with us

setting up a Spirit board
during visiting hours.

Can we get arrested for this?

Shit, yes.

This is stupid.

You don't have to
prove anything to us.

You asked for this?

- I didn't.
- She really didn't.

I was there. She did not.

Regardless, tonight is the
night I open your eyes.

Tonight is the night I'm
going to prove to you all

that there is life after death.

Welcome, everyone.

Thank you so much
for being here.

Everyone, this is Mr. Hendrix.

Please, call me Whit.

I'm so grateful for you all.

This chapel will be our home
away from home for tonight.

Please, feel free to place
your things right there.

All the comforts of home.

Excuse me.

Will I be able to speak
with Huxley one on one

before we get started?

Oh, I don't think
that's a good idea.

Oh, I thought that I was
brought in as a second opinion.

If I'm not here to discern
whether she's medically

or psychiatrically
impaired, then what?

Well, she asked for you.

We're close.

We were really close to ridding
Huxley of her affliction.

My predecessor was sure of
it, and Sister Caroline,

who has been aiding the
family since the beginning,

also believes it to be true.

As a matter of fact,
she was the one who

came up with
tonight's master plan.

Sister?

We've attempted marathon
exorcism sessions

with priests trading off to
provide a constant barrage

of prayer against the
possessing entity.

And it's proven
effective in other cases.

Despite the stubborn
nature of this attachment,

we believe that a
lengthy, intense exorcism

can finally shake the
demon's hold on Huxley.

What was that?

That was her.

She knows you're all here.

It remains unnamed?

Correct.

Believe me, we've tried.

It's been our primary
goal with the exorcisms

to extract its identity.

The demon's identity?

The game is won

if you can get the demon
to admit its real identity.

You gain power over it.

Easier to evict it that way.

It has to stop pretending,
and that weakens it.

And what does the demon
ultimately want with Huxley?

Her soul.

I've read the reports.

But she could just as
easily be suffering

from some sort of psychosis

or a severe form
of disassociative

or personality disorder.

Possession is a spiritual
issue, Dr. Beckett.

Not a medical one.

The criteria for
establishing true possession,

Doctor, are as rigid
as a medical diagnosis.

Is she currently on medication?

The files I received
weren't clear on that.

We've seen no efficacy
with medical trials.

She's been on everything
under the Goddamn sun.

Might as well be bubblegum
for all the good it did.

It just wants attention.

It's getting antsy.

Well, let's not keep
it waiting, shall we?

Dr. Beckett, I wondered
if you might be interested

in helping me out with
a little experiment.

I think it might be quite
an eye opener for you.

Of course, and please,
call me Olivia.

Olivia, one of these
bottles contains holy water.

The other, common tap water.

A double-blind
experiment. I'm impressed.

I only want to impress
upon you the seriousness

of what we are doing here,
and sooner rather than later,

for your own sake.

I had to rig up new
sleeping arrangements

since it came to nest.

Nest?

That's what it says.

Set up a nest inside of her.

Would you allow me to perform
a prayer over you, Dr. Beckett?

I wouldn't want you to
enter the room un-guarded.

Thank you for the offer.
But I'll be fine, Father.

My God!

This is barbaric.

What have you been
doing to this child?

It's for her own good.

Her own good? It looks
like child abuse.

We realize that her
condition is startling.

I've seen prisoners in isolation
for years look healthier.

Don't. Please.

Hi, Huxley.

My name is Dr. Olivia Beckett.

I'm here to help you.

Doctor, please.

Hello, Huxley.

Do you remember me?

I came back and
brought some friends.

She's dying.

I know.

That's why we're here.

Be careful.

She bites.

Hello, sweet girl.

Don't worry. We're here.

Can you hear me, Huxley?

You don't scare me.

What's being given
intravenously?

Just a hypotonic solution.
We need to keep her hydrated.

She... It refuses to eat.

Except for spiders and flies.

She likes spiders and flies.

Dr. Beckett. The bottles.

What are you doing?

What is that?

It's all right, sister.

Huxley.

I'm just going to pour a little
bit of this on your hand.

Was that supposed to hurt?

I wouldn't if I were you.

Olivia!

Are you okay?

She's not.

No one's going to be okay.

Get her down. Get her down.

Olivia, did... did
you hit your head?

No. I just hit my shoulder.

It took the brunt of it.

How many fingers
am I holding up?

Three.

She doesn't like holy
water. She hates it.

It's like acid to her.

Clearly.

Did you put something
in one of those?

Vinegar or salt?

Taste them.

I wouldn't cheat you.

I have nothing to
gain from that.

There's nothing.

Not nothing.

It meant something to her.

I think I must be
losing my mind.

Keep them.

You never know when a little
holy water may come in handy.

See? Told you I had a key.

So this is called
breaking and entering.

And it's a felony, FYI.

Guys, I really don't
feel comfortable in here.

Now, where's Granny?

Hi, Grandma.

Guys, this is Grandma Mary.

Hi, Grandma Mary.

Let's take a look properly.

Holy shit.

Is there someone else in here?

It could be zombies.

Would you not be
an idiot for once?

Ow.

Can I ask...

How did you get into exorcisms?

Well, for one I'm not Catholic.

Catholics don't ordain
women as of yet.

I'm Baptist.

And Baptist exorcists are even
more rare than female priests.

And I met with demonic
oppression early on

and it changed the
course of my life.

Okay, now that we have an idea
of what we're dealing with

and considering the state
of Hux's medical condition,

I think we should begin.

Who would like to go first?

Me. I'll do it, I'm ready.

Duty calls.

Uh... Can I watch?

I'm intrigued.

No, no, I think
it's best you waited

until after the priests have
their first session.

I should at least observe.

Please, Dr. Beckett.

As Huxley's advocate, you
have to follow my rules.

And you can't go in
there until she's ready.

And not without me or
her father present.

Why, are you afraid
I'll talk her out of it?

Just be patient
with the process.

When she's ready for
you, you'll see her.

You've got this.

I learned from the best.

I would really like to
pray over you, Dr. Beckett,

if I could.

No offense, Father. I'm okay.

I want to speak with Huxley.

I demand to speak with Huxley.

Oh, she's burning up.

Oh, Heavenly Father,
who keeps His covenant

for those who love
and obey His commands,

let Your ears be
attentive and Your eyes be

widened for the voice
of this humble servant

who is praying for the soul of
this lost child, Huxley Hendrix.

She is Your servant
who You shall redeem

by Your great love,
by Your gracious hand.

Give me, Your humble
servant, success today

by granting me favour in
the presence of this evil

that has corrupted this child.

It hurts! It hurts!

Oh, my God.

This is why I keep a
first aid kit nearby.

Thank you, Sister.

Grandma Mary, we're
reaching out to you.

Grandma Mary, Amanda is here.

She wants you to know
she misses you very much.

No, I'm out.

What?

I'm not touching that again.

Sophie, come on,
it's a board game.

No, no, I'm gone.

I will wait for you
guys back in the car.

- Sophie, don't.
- Let her go.

Her energy would throw
off the vibe anyway.

Nathan, will you walk
back with me, please?

I don't really want to
walk around here by myself.

Uh... I kind of want to
see what happens here.

Be a gentleman for
once in your life.

- Go with her.
- I want to meet your granny.

Fine, whatever.

Sophie, hold on.

- Go.
- Okay, okay.

Sophie, wait.

Where'd she go?

The power of Christ compels
you to leave this child.

I demand it by the authority
of the Most Holy Father.

You do not belong here and
she does not belong to you.

If you confess with your
mouth that Jesus is Lord

and believe in your heart that
God raised him from the dead,

you will be saved.

For it is with your heart you
believe and are justified.

And it is with your mouth
you confess and are saved.

Give me your name, demon.

You are compelled.

I command you to release
this child to live in peace.

You are compelled.

You have been driven
into a corner.

Now free this child.

You are compelled.

I order you by the might
of God to reveal your name.

You'll not have it!

I will remain undaunted.

You will not shake me.

The power of Christ
compels you to yield.

I will remain steadfast against
all the foul deeds of...

You must take it easy, Reverend.

Or else you'll have an
aneurysm like dear old daddy.

You don't
want to end up like me.

Do you, sugar plum?

Daddy?

No, no.

No, it... it...

Oh, God! Help!

If exorcism works, then
why does Huxley need more?

Why didn't the first
one do the trick?

Exorcism isn't magic, Olivia.

No prayers are a
waste of time, Doctor.

Exorcism is like boxing.

The prayers are there to
weaken the demon over time

so that the person
under the influence

can gain strength
and fight back.

Assuming they want to.

Assuming they don't suffer from
disassociative identity disorder

or a form of epilepsy.

Even the bruises, they
could be explained

by a form of
psychogenic purpura.

We have specific benchmarks that
pinpoint demonic attachments.

We wouldn't be here if she
didn't meet the criteria.

Okay.

And I guess I just
don't understand.

If the Vatican or
whatever is so sure,

why am I here?

Bit of an issue here!

She started bleeding from the
nose and then she collapsed.

Give me some pillows.

Is she okay?

Her heart rate is fine.

Pupil response is normal.
She may have just fainted.

Here, put those
underneath her legs.

- Okay, I got it.
- Raise it above her heart.

What happened?

She was just talking
to Huxley. That's all.

Where the hell am I?

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry, I know we're not
supposed to be in here.

But I got locked in.

Can you show me
where the exit is?

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Caretaker?

Who's there?

You're scaring
me? Who's there?

Should we call an ambulance?

No. Her vitals are fine.

She just needs to rest.
It's best not to move her.

Buy you a coffee?

Yeah.

I warned you it
would be dangerous.

I think it's more likely
that the reverend suffers

from some underlying conditions

that we weren't
previously aware of

rather than a little girl made
her faint with her brain powers.

And your incident?

I felt a hand on my back.

I'm not saying that it
was either one of you.

But maybe Whit grabbed me.

He was across the room.

There has to be
a logical reason.

There is.

And what about the
state she's in?

She worries me from a medical
standpoint more than anything.

She needs to be in a hospital.

I concur.

But we must break
the oppression first.

And that's why I think it's time

I had a little chat
with this thing.

Are you sure? I'd
be happy to go next.

She already knows
me. I can continue.

And that's exactly
why it should be me.

We have no rapport.

I am the shock and awe.

God, by Thy name save me.

And by Thy strength
defend my cause

In the name of the
Father and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Most glorious prince
of the heavenly armies.

Saint Michael the Archangel
defend us in our battle

against the powers
and principalities.

Against the rulers of
this world of darkness.

And against the spirits of
wickedness in the high places.

Come to the assistance of men

whom God has created
in His likeness

and whom He has redeemed
at a great price

from the tyranny of the devil.

The holy church venerates You
as her guardian and protector

and the Lord has
entrusted unto You

the souls of the redeemed that
You may lead them into heaven.

Offer our prayers to the
Most High that without delay

- Thy mercy may come down upon us
- Stop it! Stop it you dirty...

- and take hold of the dragon...
- Stop it, now!

And the old serpent that
is Satan and the devil

- and bind him...
- No!

And cast him into
the bottomless pit

that he may no longer
seduce the nations!

You couldn't save
Corey. I won that one.

How do you know that name?

Grandma Mary, do you
have a message for us?

Is there anything
you'd like to say?

I'd like to say that I'm bored.

Are you kidding me?

You guys have to have
your eyes closed,

or it's not gonna work.

Maybe it's not gonna work
because it's not real.

You said you'd give it a shot.

I did, it's been like 20
minutes and nothing's happened.

Continue without me, ladies.

My back is cramping.

You're such a quitter.

No, I know when to quit.

That's different.
That's smart.

That doesn't make any sense.

- Shoo.
- Rude.

Did you all hear that?

Can you make sure Sophie
got back to the car okay?

By myself?

Okay, yeah, fine.

But I'm not bailing you out

if you two get caught
down here, okay?

I will never understand
what you see in that guy.

He's kind of cute, right?

For a troll.

Now concentrate and
close your eyes.

Sophie, hey, there you are.

We've been worried about you.

Hey, let's go.

It's cold. I'm bored.
I'm super done with this.

Can we...

Sophie?

Are you okay?

Don't be scared.

Oh...

I only want to wear your skin.

Oh, hell no.

Shit.

In the name and by the power
of the Lord Jesus Christ,

- may you be driven away from the Church of God
- I'm not leaving her!

and from the souls of
men who are created

in the likeness of God

and redeemed in the blood
of the precious lamb.

I hate her! I hate this child!

You will!

Most cunning serpent.

No longer will you
deceive the human race,

persecute the church,

or torment those whom God has
brought into His redemption.

- This child will die in torment
- You will no longer sift them as wheat.

In the name of
the most high God,

whom you in your insolence
still claim to be equal with...

She is mine!

you will free this girl!

I will not.

You will free her and return
to the depths of hell.

I will not!

- Ah!
- Father! What's wrong?

My... my case. My pills.

You'll be ok.

You are a Godsend, sister.

Let me ask you something, Priest.

If I were to leave,
let this one go.

What then?

You'd win the battle,
but not the war.

Never the war, my
frail little Patrizio.

I'll be back.

My brothers and sisters
will also be back.

You'd have to negate
my permission.

And you know what that
would entail, don't you?

Father?

Hey!
Hey, hey! Hey!

Calm down.

Dude, are you the caretaker?

I thought I heard
someone in here.

What are you doing in
here? We're closed, son.

I know. Yeah, I'm sorry, man.

A couple of my friends
and I busted in here

to do some dumb
spirit board shit,

and now one of my
friends is, I don't know,

some kind of zombie
or something.

A zombie?

Yeah, I know it sounds crazy,
but it's the real deal, man.

Oh, no.

Yeah, yeah, so can
we call cops or do...

No, they just get in the way.

She's not a zombie.

She just accepted her
true lord and saviour.

I think it moved.

It's in the same spot
it's always been.

Let me recenter myself
and then we'll try again.

And you want to do this
professionally, right?

Psychics make big bucks, babe.

Nope, I think we're done.

Fine.

Grandma Mary never
even liked me anyway.

She was always grumpy.

She could at least
come by and tell you

to go to hell or something.

Don't worry, I'll make a
believer out of you yet.

If a ghost could tell me how
to pay off my student loans,

then I would certainly believe.

Do you think Nathan and
Sophie made it back, okay?

Probably.

Do you think they're hooking up?

I hate you.

I see heartbreak in your future.

I'll be going in, then.

You'd better let
Sister Caroline rest.

She wasn't feeling well.

Let me go in with you, then.

I'd like to physically
examine her if I could.

I think Huxley injured herself.

All the more reason
why I should.

And you know, Whit
and Sister Caroline,

they said something weird
when I first arrived.

They said that Huxley
asked for me by name.

She wanted me here.

Yeah, but how could Huxley
or the demon know you?

That's what I'd
like to find out.

If you let me go with you, we'd
satisfy both our curiosities.

Under one condition.

God, Heavenly Father,
protect this woman.

A humble servant that works
hard to protect and keep safe

Your lost children.

She is going to encounter
the Serpent today.

Watch over her and carry
her so she may not fall.

Amen.

Amen.

Now we're ready.

Stop.

Huxley...

How are you feeling?

Thirsty?

Doctor, don't address it
directly unless I give the okay.

"It" is a child.

And I'd like to ask her a
few things towards the end.

If I could.

Can you even begin to fathom
the neurobiological consequences

of this kind of
traumatic experience?

Where's Sister Caroline?

She's resting.

You're breaking the rules.
She's supposed to be with me.

Back away, doctor.

Does she have to be tied up?

I wish there was another way.

But it's for the safety
of all concerned.

She nearly tore the eye out
of the nurse a few weeks ago.

Okay, just a minute, please.

Okay.

Huxley...

How is she?

Not great, obviously.

Her heart rate, it's higher
than I'd like it to be

and her blood
pressure is very low.

Is there anything we can do?

I can jab her with epinephrine.

It may jolt her system too much.

Then perhaps I should take over.

I won't speak without the nun.

Oh, I'll make you speak, demon.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Oh, come on!

Did they lock us in?

Probably. Nathan's
a jock asshole.

Amanda!

Nathan?

Lauren, help!

You think they got caught?

We can't just leave them, right?

No, dummy, come on.

Hmm. Welcome back.

Tea for you.

Tell me I didn't faint.

Okay. I won't.

Are you sure you're
feeling okay?

No harm in calling
it a night, you know.

It knew about my dad's aneurysm.

I think it tried to give me one.

Any luck with the name?

Stubborn little bugger.

It knew about Corey, too.

You're kidding.

Something different
about this thing.

It's almost like it knows us.

I was getting that
impression, too.

Found some donuts.

Might be a little stale,
but sugar is sugar, right?

Where's Father Cortez
and Dr. Beckett?

With your daughter.

What?

Without Sister Caroline?

She's beat. Look at her.

No, no, no, no, no.

What's wrong?

What is it?

They've gone in without you.

No!

How dare you!

You were asleep!

What is the big deal?

For the mortal soul of
this afflicted child.

Lord, hear our prayers.

My how you've grown.

For the safety of
her mind and body.

Lord, hear our prayers.

I've missed you awfully, Olivia.

For the sanctity
of her innocence.

Lord, hear our prayers.

You don't remember me, do you?

You were so little then.

Maybe it was all
just a crazy dream.

Stop.

Maybe you were crazy.

Stop it.

Don't listen to it.

It's trying to mess
with your head.

Be careful, Father.
Haven't you heard?

She's crazy.

Why am I here?

You tell me.

I need you to tell me.

I don't understand.

Bugs you, doesn't
it? Not knowing.

Makes who feel like
you're going crazy.

Don't listen to it.

Maybe you're already there.

You're already crazy.

Tell me why you wanted
me to come here.

Stop playing games.

More fun to guess,
isn't it? Crazy girl.

Shut up. Just shut up.

Shut up.

You hate that name. Don't you?

Dr. Beckett, don't
listen to it.

It's taunting you on
purpose to distract us.

Hold her back, Father.
She's unhinged.

Why am I here?

In God's name, answer her.

I missed you, sweet
thing. I want you back.

How do you know me?

You're compelled by Saint
Michael the Archangel

to answer her.

What do you want with me?

In Christ's name, I compel
you to reveal yourself.

Father, there's not much
left of this girl anyway.

I think it's time.

Who are you?

No. No, no, no, no.

Doctor, doctor,
doctor! What's wrong?

That's our lullaby, sweet thing.

Do you remember?
I'm not worried.

You're outnumbered.

Outnumbered?

Doctor, what is it?

You were real.

That means that I wasn't...

No, you weren't really crazy.

It's you.

Lamech.

What did you say?

What name did you just say?

What are you doing?

You're not supposed
to be in here.

She won't allow it.

You broke your promise to me.

Sister, you were sleeping.

We didn't want to
disturb you. Okay?

Besides, I've been alone
with Huxley before.

Things are different
now. Get out!

Right now!

I think it came from the left.

I swear it came to the right.

I am not happy!

- Whit, we meant no harm!
- I don't want to hear it

She was in need of
medical assistance.

I don't want to hear it!

Amanda, help!

Okay, the balcony
circles back around.

I'll meet you on
the other end, okay?

Okay, hurry!

Nathan?

Sophie?

You guys, this isn't funny!

Nathan?

Oh my God!

Nathan, what happened?

I'm dying.

Oh my God!

Okay, don't move.
What... What can I do?

You know what would make
me feel a lot better?

If you joined me.

We said one at a time.

We agreed to the
rules beforehand.

Huxley never wanted to be alone.

What's going on?

Everyone, calm down. We're
all on the same side.

She got the name.

What?

Olivia, sweetheart, do
you want to sit down?

I don't want to sit.

Talk to me. Talk
to me, please.

Did you get a name?

No way. Really?

Father Cortez, what was the
name of the priest who died,

the one you were assisting?

John Murphy.

Oh, Jesus.

Did you know him?

He was my exorcist.

Guys?

Where the hell is everybody?

Hello?

If you jump out
of the dark again,

I'm going to punch your ass.

Lauren, over here.

Amanda, did you find them?

Sophie, what are you doing?

Hey, are you okay?

Lauren?

Yeah, what's up?

They lied to me. I'm hurting.

What the hell are
you talking about?

I'm in so much pain.

And it would only be fair...

that I should share it.

I had it drilled into my head
for years by different doctors

that it was all a
psychotic delusion.

Temporary insanity.

Kids used to call
me "crazy girl."

And now I just don't
know what's worse

if I was potentially psychotic
or if I was possessed.

You're going to have to
catch us up here, kiddo.

We're drawing blanks.

Huxley.

It...

It whistled.

That's how it gave itself away.

It happened when I was eight.

I was in my backyard
playing with dolls

or something and I
heard someone whistling.

It was pretty, so it
caught my attention.

And I turned around and
there was this little boy.

He was standing there,
just beyond the fence line.

He was naked.

But he was white,
like snow white.

And he had these
black veins all over.

They stood out
against his pale skin.

He was whistling that song.

And the next thing I remember,

I was waking up in my bed with
Father John praying over me.

I had Huxley's demon in me.

Why didn't you tell us
this from the beginning?

I've been just trying to
make sense of it for years.

And my mom, she was Catholic,

but my father was far from it.

And I saw so many different
psychiatric doctors.

I told myself that it was
just a psychotic break

a disassociated fugue.

So I fled to science
because I didn't want

to be "crazy girl" anymore.

It was just all a blur, frankly.

But I will never
forget that song.

The one he whistled.

And I'll never forget the
last thing he said to me

before I blacked out.

His name?

He said...

"Hello, Olivia.

My name is Lamech.

I'm so cold. And
I need your skin."

No, it can't be.

You know it. Don't you?

You've encountered
Lamech before.

Plagued by him is more like it.

My oppression was led by Lamech.

That's what he meant.

The bastard.

He said he won that one.

Lamech claimed the life
of the one and only person

I was unable to save.

Mi abuelita...

She was possessed.

It happened a long time
ago when I was a kid

that she, she tried to
kill me in my sleep.

Superhero priest
saves the day, right?

Lamech?

You understand what
this is, right?

It wants us here all
at the same time.

This isn't an exorcism.

It's a trap.

It gathered us all
here for a reason.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Demons are limited
as to what deeds

they're allowed to perform.

What's it's plan, to
gather us all here

and knock us off one by one?

Holy shit.

Wanna join us?

You know, I always
had a thing for you.

Please! Someone help me!

Who's doing that?

Whit, what are you doing?

I blame her mother.

She did this.

She ruined our baby.

Whit, I know this
whole situation

is incredibly stressful,

but let's not add to it with...

When Huxley was born,

she started hanging out with
a whole new group of weirdoes.

They did something to my Huxley.

I think they sold her soul.

And we can get it
back. She's not lost.

We can save her now
that we know its name.

Only I can help her now.

See, her mother was weak.

Too sad for this world
and it chewed her up.

She took the easy way out.

I'm all my Huxley has left.

If I helped feed
Lamech his enemies,

he said he'd let my baby go.

No, Whit, put the gun down.

No. I won't be doing that.

Whit, please, it doesn't
have to end like this, okay?

For the love of God, for
the love of your daughter,

put the weapon down.

Had to bring God
into it, didn't you?

No!

No, no, please.

No one else needs to get hurt.

Please, Whit.

The problem is, there's
nothing else to be done.

My little peach is
beyond your kind of help.

She's gone, gone, gone.

Far away.

And there ain't no coming back.

It's Lamech, isn't it?

Very sharp, Patrizio.

What have you done to Whit?

I'm everywhere, Father.

You cannot escape.

Whit is only a pawn.

You're trying to shake me.

And you won't.

You can't.

You've revealed yourself now.

That matters very little now.

You're outnumbered.

The girl is dying.

And we're at the
end of your days.

This can't be. A
second possession?

It's not outside the
realms of possibility.

You will die, Father.

That's why you're here.

The power of Lamech compels you.

What are you, bulletproof?

In Jesus' name.

That's what I call a good book.

Well, what are we waiting for?

We've got a girl to save,

and now that we know
this thing's name,

let's send it back
to where it belongs,

and get the fuck out of here.

No!

There is no escape.

There is no hope.

There is no chance of survival.

There is no happy ending.

I am everywhere!

She's leaving.

Patrick, please.

I commend you, Melody
Bates, to Almighty God,

and entrust you to your Creator.

May you return to Him who formed
you from the dust of this earth,

and may Holy Mary, the angels,

and all the saints
come to meet you

as you go forth from this life.

May He forgive
you all your sins,

and may He set a place for you,

amongst those He has chosen.

Amen.

Goodbye, old friend.

Put in a good word
for me, will you?

You'll need it.

I just wish I could
have done more.

You've done enough.
More than enough.

Rest in peace.

What about our stuff?

Well, we can leave it.
We'll be right back.

Once we're outside,
we can call for help.

The signals should be back
just outside the doors.

No, we can't leave
Huxley for too long.

She's not doing well.

We're not leaving her, but
this has gone out of control.

We need to get out of
this damn building,

call for help, and come
back with reinforcements.

- More priests.
- More everything.

I am so turned around.

Are you sure that this is the
right way to the main entrance?

Very certain.

If Sister Caroline's
possessed as Whit was,

then what are we dealing with?

It's revenge, so who knows?

Multiple entities,
viral possession

can cause a demon to splinter
and occupy multiple hosts.

I've never heard of
something like that.

An entire tribe in New Guinea
had to be exorcised once,

the diabolic infection took
hold and spread like wildfire.

Who is that?

Is that...

Lamech.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Who are they?

Looks like Lamech
called in some favours.

They're just kids.

Yeah, they aren't kids anymore.

They're possessed.
They're not dead.

They're parts of
Lamech. Don't hurt them.

But they're coming
towards us. What do we do?

Shoot the leg.

That way.

Damn it!

Are you kidding me?

That's three. All locked.

Maybe there's roof access?

I think someone should
stay with Huxley, Father.

She's just a child.

I'm afraid something
could happen to her.

I just don't think that's
the right play, Father.

She's the heart of this, Father.

We cut off the
head of the snake,

we cut the infection,
so to speak.

We have the name.
We can finish it.

And we will. We're
not done here.

I just don't want anyone
getting hurt unnecessarily.

Okay, well, you take
Olivia. Go get help.

And I'll continue with Huxley.

This is what Father
Murphy would have wanted.

All right.

If you insist...

I will...

Wait.

Olivia?

Find her! Now!

Such pretty, pretty hair.

Such pretty, pretty
skin. I want it.

No, I want it.

What a naughty girl

Where are you going, pet?

Oh, she's not very
friendly for a pig.

But she looks oh so yummy.

What was that supposed to do?

Wrong one! Shit!

Stay back! Stay back!

It looks like she's
trying to run away.

Oh, she is a silly
little piggy, isn't she?

We should show her what
her organs look like.

Oh, they're pretty.
Like squishy jewels.

That's not very nice, piggy.

Not meant to be.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry I have offended thee.

And I detest my sins.

- Because I...
- Father Patrick?

You said you would save me.

You said you would take
the bad thing away.

You lied!

I hate liars.

Corey.

Corey, I'm so sorry.
I wanted to take your place.

It should have been me.

I'm mad at you.

I'm so mad at you!

Corey sent me.

You've been following me
this whole time, haven't you?

Uh-huh.

Father forgive them.

But they know not what they do.

Oh, my God. Don't abandon me.

No one is listening now, Father.

We win.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Giving pain is a great...

Father Patrick, Jesus, no!

I'm... I'm okay.

Is he hurt? Did you kill him?

Is he okay?

He's alive.

I'm much more worried
about you right now.

Oh, good. Good. There we are.

Is he okay?

He'll live.

We've got to get
him out of here.

All out of pieces, my friend.

Just about tapped.

Shall we try the roof?

Oh, he's not climbing on
any roofs anytime soon.

Do you realize where we are?

We're near Huxley's room.

Yes, ma'am.

Now here's my plan.

Leave me and
Patrick with Huxley.

You go. You'll move
faster without us.

Get help.

Okay, I can do that.

Okay. It's settled then.

We haven't lost this fight yet.

Huxley's counting on us
and I won't let her down.

They can throw hell itself
at us and we'll keep coming.

Amen.

If anything, the
sincerity in your voice...

is my victory.

No! Why?

No one gets out alive.

Don't you see?

You all were
brought here to die.

Raul?

Save Hux.

Get off of me! Get off of me!

- Take him to Huxley's room.
- Come back here!

Father Patrick, come on.

Please, get up!

You stay out of that room!
You stay out of that room!

We're losing her!

What's happening?

She's going into cardiac arrest.

Oh, my God. She's gone.

Oh, no. Not again.

I haven't given up on
her. Don't you start.

Father, I need your help.

Smear the paddles.

- How much?
- A lot.

That's good. Good. All right.

Clear.

- Going again.
- She's very weak.

- Clear.
- Can she take this?

Going again.

Clear.

I thought...

I thought I'd lost
another one...

To... it!

No, Father. Father,
Father, what's wrong?

My heart.

Maybe... maybe you could
use that thing on me.

No, no, no. That
is a last resort.

Just breathe. Breathe.

- Slowly.
- I need...

I need my... my pills.

Where are they?

No... no, no... The chapel.

We left everything there, remember?

I'll... I'll go.

No, no, no, it's
too dangerous, those....

those things out there,
they want to kill us.

Listen to me.

You are in no position to move.

And I know I believe you're the
only person who can save her.

I'll get the pills.

I need my whole case.

Just... just hurry.

I can give you a
shot of epinephrine.

No, no, no, no.

Fine. I'll be fine.

Just hurry.

Bring my whole case.

I got this.

Just hang in there.

Go with God, Olivia.

Oh, please, God.

Please, please,
don't abandon me.

Give me your skin. I need it.

I'm so sorry.

You stink.

I smell a believer.

Pity.

Oh, where are you
going to run, huh?

Where are you going to hide?

Nowhere. No place.

What happened to
you, Sister Caroline?

Anyone spending too
much time with Huxley.

Doesn't walk away clean.

I am one with Lamech.

He works through me.

And he works in mysterious ways.

Have you been possessed
this whole time?

The end is coming.

Hell's angels have
been let loose.

War. Famine.

Pestilence.

Just around the corner.

It's best you just die
now and get it over with.

Lucky you.

Hey, baby doll.

Pigs don't give
up easy, do they?

No.

They just don't get it.

This is bigger than you.

This is bigger than
the whole world.

Humans are inconsequential.

They mean nothing.

The easy way or the hard way.

You will die. You pick.

You sick bitch.

Why?

Because I could.

Because it doesn't matter.

Then what matters?

If not life, then what?

This is war, Olivia.

Raging for millennia.

Between my boss and yours.

Winning matters.

He's dying, you
know. They both are.

Maybe you should
get back to him.

Give him his medicine.

But how are you
gonna get past me?

I'll sacrifice a pawn.

What does that mean?

You want the pills? Take them.

You bitch.

Listen, I'd really like to
reason with you right now,

but you're not in
your right mind.

Right mind? I'm not
even me anymore.

I'm we, and we like it.

I can help you.

Just, please, you
have to listen to me.

What I'd like to do is stick
my fingers in under your skin

and slurp it all away.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Our Father who art in Heaven

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come...

Give us this day... shit!

How does it go?

Stop! Stop! Leave me alone!

I got it.

I got it.

How are you feeling?

Like my heart is in a vice.

No, no, no. This
is what I want.

What do you mean? You're
not gonna take the pills?

This is my Hail Mary play.

What does that mean?

No, no, no, no, you'll die.

That's the idea, kiddo.

Corey reminded me.

You'll fail again.

Didn't have a doctor
with me last time.

What exactly is the
rites of transference?

I'll accept Lamech.

He'll possess me.

Why would you do
that? That's crazy.

Demons can come and go.

They can be exorcised
over and over,

but if they die within
a consecrated host,

like a priest,

then their time on
earth is ended forever.

- We revoke their passport for good.
- I won't let you do it!

Corey's body gave
out before he...

Lamech is trying to kill her.

Do what you can
to keep her alive.

Please!

Lamech, you have been
named and exposed

before the name of
Almighty God the Father.

By the force of heaven, I
command you to leave this child

and take of my body and
blood as your new vessel.

Stay with me, Huxley.

Begone, Lamech, enemy
of man's salvation.

Give place to Christ
in whom you have found

none of your works.

Give place to the one holy,
Catholic and Apostolic church

acquired by Christ at
the price of his blood.

Stoop beneath the
all-powerful hand of God.

Tremble and flee when we
invoke the holy and terrible

name of Jesus.

This name which causes
Hell to tremble,

this name to which the
virtues, powers and dominations

of Heaven are humbly submissive,

this name which the
Cherubim and Seraphim

praise unceasingly repeating.

This name commands you to
leave this innocent vessel

and hide within my own.

Father Patrick,
we're losing her.

Charge the paddles.

Do what you can to
keep her alive. Please!

Leave her. She is not yours.

Take shelter in me.

Let her go, Lamech.

I am your cage.

I will not let her go.

I will win this one, too.

I give you my
breath and my skin.

You coward.

Help me! Help me!
Please, please, God!

She's going, Father!

Leave this failing
body and take mine.

I command you by
God's holy might,

by the will of
God. Let her go!

Oh, my God!

She's responsive.

Her heart, her
heart rate's steady.

Patrick?

I'm trapped. I'm trapped!

Get me out! Get me out!

Oh, my chest.

I'm burning. Give
me the pills!

I'm burning. I can't die.

I can't die. Don't let me die!

I mustn't die.

Give me, bitch!

You haven't won.
You think you won?

How will you
explain this? Huh?

They'll call you crazy again.

Sweet thing.

Only this time
I'll know I'm not.

Thankyou Patrick.

You're my hero.

What's happening?

Where's my dad?

Ouch!

Nathan?

Where are you guys?

It's a really beautiful day.

- Huxley?
- Daddy?

Oh, baby.

Oh, my baby.

I'm so sorry.

Is it over?

Is she okay?

Did we win?

As a matter of fact,
I believe we did.