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Come on. Come on. Come on!

Shit! No!

Fuck! Fuck. God damn it.

Fuck...

Was it worth it?

No!

No, no, no! Please!

Please, please please! God damn it!

Fuck!

No!

Fuck.

H-Hello?

Help me!

What do you think we're doing?

Spud!

- And... and Ingrid? - Hi.

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!

I screwed up so bad, spud.

Thank you.

God...

God.

I got you.

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.

So...

You're done with this cult stuff, right?

Yeah.

I started something evil.

I need to stop it before anyone else gets hurt.

Who are you, Gilbert?

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?

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?

Auto body shop.

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

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?

They slaughtered that boy like a lamb.

Let go of me.

All the evidence you need is in that girl's bedroom.

You need help.

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

Help this man. He's losing blood!

Why are you here?

Chief?

Is everything okay?

Judge felson signed off on the search warrant for Jordan stanwyck.

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

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.

Wha... infestation? What does that mean?

Are you saying that we're possessed?

- Not yet. - 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? - No.

I understand your frustrations.

This is not frustration!

We're far beyond that now.

- This? This is outrage. - 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... - Yeah!

To take matters in our own hands!

Yeah!

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

You're gonna be late for school.

I can't go.

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.

The devil really is inside of me.

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.

Okay.

I'll go.

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

He'll be thrilled.

Okay.

When you get home, things will be different.

I promise. Okay?

Okay.

Hey, dad.

I made you and mom some breakfast.

I'm not hungry.

What about some coffee before work?

I'm taking the day off.

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.

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.

What was that?

Just... go to school.

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

Dad?

Linda, please. You have to stop!

What's going on?

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.

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.

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!

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.

Father? Are you going somewhere?

Tracy.

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.

Wait!

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

What am I supposed to tell them?

To beware of false prophets.

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.

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?

Got it?

God...

Come on, man, get up.

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?

- Hello? - H-Hey, jordy.

- It's me and spud. - I just... - 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.

Wait, what?

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.

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.

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.

For what?

Possession of hairspray?

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.

Hey, boss, it's me.

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

It's not good.

Christ.

Reverend?

Reverend, are you there?

Hello?

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.

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!

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.

Pardon.

The greatest trick the devil played

was convincing the world that he didn't exist.

He played me like a fiddle.

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?

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.

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...

They found Gilbert.

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?

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.

Wait!

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Are you open?

We are, believe it or not.

Wonderful.

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

but I have no clue what yours is, Tracy.

I will have...

A bourbon.

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.

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.

We are going to hell in a hand basket.

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.

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.

Hey, dad. I finished all the laundry.

Is there anything else I could...

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Is there anybody out there?

Hello?

Hello? Is there anybody out there?

M-Mom?

Dylan, honey, could you come in?

Dad told me not to bother you.

You wouldn't be bothering me, sweetheart.

Please, I wanna talk to you, Dylan.

Mom?

Why are all the lights off?

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?

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?

Honey, I just wanna see your face.

Dylan, please turn on the lamp.

Get me out of this fucking bed!

Mom!

- Dad! Dad! - Get me out!

- Dylan! - Dad!

I told you not to come in here!

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

Get me out!

Dad?

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?

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?

It's real to her.

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.

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.

Spud, are you in there?

Jordy? Yo, are you okay?

Can we talk in private?

- Y-Yeah. - Sorry.

"Deprogrammer..."

"A man known as 'the reverend'

provides a controversial service

to the parents of misguided youth..."

"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.

Ooh.

Hello, firefly.

Is everything okay with faith?

- Where is it? - Wh

where is...

Excuse me.

- Have you been drinking? - No.

I mean, yes.

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

And, 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.

My god! What did you do?

I have been so patient with all of you.

That Patience ran out for Robert.

And it's running out for you.

So I'll ask you one more time.

Where is the inhaler?

Faith left it, just like you asked.

No...

No, she did not.

No, no, no.

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.

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.

What was your maiden name?

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.

Sorry to bother.

I'm always happy to be of service.

Is this your daughter?

She's my everything.

Beautiful.

Have a good night.

And you.

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.

I guess I got kind of carried away.

Kind of? You were so into it,

I was starting to think you killed Ryan.

So, is that why you sold me out?

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.

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.

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.

Go ahead. It's for you.

Cliff?

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!

I can help your wife.

Dad?

I think we should let her in.

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?

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

These are the same necklace. Right?

I mean, yeah. Looks like it to me.

We know who killed Ryan Hudson.

So do I.

But how do you know?

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?

They have to find it at his house.

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

You can't go back there.

I have to.

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

go to the police.

That means something went wrong.