All language subtitles for Heretic.2024

I heard magnum condoms are basically same

size as regular condoms.

What do you think?

What else do we believe

just because of our pain?

If you grew up, you know

the book of Mormon is fake.

You probably believe it was fake cuz

that's what you were told.

Magnums are huge.

My sister said her

ex-husband is a scary pig.

He came frighteningly

big and they wore magnums.

Sounds made out.

Elephant trunk.

That's what she would call it.

I was watching this video,

I'm not sure where I saw it.

It was these two people

having intercourse sexual,

intercourse sex, and a

cameraman filming them,

like an amateur

pronounography type thing.

And the girl in the video was moaning

loudly, at the typical,

I assume, in that kind

of video, just screaming.

And then all of a sudden,

off camera in the hallway,

you hear this Iranian

yell through the wall.

"Wake and air you out!"

And a couple stopped sexy.

And the love of

embarrassment and horror on their faces

was so painful.

And the porno girl who's

taking it from behind us,

so something defiant,

like good, under her breath.

You can literally see her soul being

sucked out of her body.

Right then and there,

all of her dignity gone,

as if realizing for the first time, like,

wow, this is my life.

I'm effing a stranger

on camera for money.

And I just thought, like,

wow, that is really poignant.

Because in that moment, I

was like, yeah, God's real.

We have souls.

It's divine confirmation.

Do you watch the live?

No.

I do not.

No, I do not.

No.

It's OK.

No, I sit-- no, I'm not.

I know.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I hope this goes well.

I know it's not a competition, but I

have about tried to see who

investigated our admission

yet.

Well, it's OK.

I've only converted,

like, eight or nine people.

Eight or nine?

Balls.

Anyway, what do you think

about what I was saying?

The guano thing?

Like, how has God shown

you that the church is true?

I don't know.

I haven't really thought about it.

We know it's true.

If ye receive no witness until after the

trial of your baby--

If ye receive--

No witness.

What do we have after this couple again?

I think we have the

bald guy we met at Costco.

OK.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, for every flight upstairs--

Yeah.

My husband gets five times higher.

Hi, good afternoon, man.

My name is Sister Barnes, and

this is my companion, Sister

Pat.

Are you interested in

looking about our Savior Jesus

Christ?

Hi, good afternoon.

My name is Sister Barnes, and--

I feel like we need to think it's, like,

too high or too low.

I really like to sing.

I think you have a beautiful voice.

I know I don't have a

beautiful voice, but--

No, you do.

You do.

I enjoy it.

Oh, my gosh.

I already love these girls.

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry.

Oh, my God.

Sorry.

Can I get a pic?

Oh, of course.

Here.

Is it true?

Is what true?

Do you wear magic underwear?

What?

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my gosh.

I'm going to get my milk.

This is it.

People think we're weird.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

That soft rock music

kind of makes fun of us.

Can I listen to some of the songs?

And they're actually pretty funny.

Anyway, who cares what people think?

You're awesome.

Thanks.

Hi.

My name is Sis Gresson.

Hello.

Sis Gresson.

So, can you listen to me?

Oh, she's in a whole position.

All right.

Let's get you a baptism.

Good afternoon.

Hi.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

I'm Sister Paxton, and this is my

companion, Sister Barnes.

Are you Mr. Reed?

Oh, yeah.

Hello, too.

Hello.

You are Paxton, you are Barnes.

No. Paxton.

Barnes, yes.

Mr. Reed, it's so nice

to meet you, finally.

We were just in the area, and we wanted

to stop by because you

mentioned you might be interested in

learning more about the Church of Jesus

Christ of Latter-day Saints.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mr. Reed, we would like to give you this

booklet, as it will help you

understand the restoration.

I actually have one already, but you will

never have too many.

It tells you all the ways Heavenly Father

can reveal His gospel.

As a part of His plan, God chooses

prophets such as Adam,

Noah, Abraham, and Moses.

Yeah.

Teach about God and receive revelation.

And they interpret the Word of God and

preach the gospel to the world.

And because of apostasy,

He will not let the gospel.

You have a girl roommate?

No, who?

A roommate.

We can't come inside unless another woman

is present, but we can

stay out here in the dorm.

Is this for safety?

We don't mind the rain.

My wife is home.

Does that come?

Yeah, it's perfect.

When you said roommate, I panicked.

I've never roomaged since-- anyway, I

have a soulmate, and that is good enough.

Yes, that's great.

We'd love to come in and meet your wife.

Then come on in.

OK.

Do you like pie?

Yeah.

My wife has pie in the oven.

Turkey's so much railing mission.

People are always picking us treats.

I never seem to turn them down.

No, my wife loves to bake.

May I take your coat?

I really love pie.

I am super excited.

My grandma used to make the best pie.

OK, well, you and my wife

are going to go very well.

Oh, one thing, the walls and

ceilings have metal in them.

I hope that's OK.

No, mine's--

Good.

Well, I will go and check on the snacks.

Make yourself at home.

Thank you.

My wife is being shy.

But the pie, the pie is nine.

She'll have to be in

the room with us, too.

Yes, of course, of course, right.

I understand.

Please take a seat.

Come on, come on.

Let's all help you stay.

I think it is good to be religious.

Well, our work here is done.

No, no, I just want you to

know that before we start.

I think that we would

consider that refreshing to hear.

But sometimes it feels like maybe

religion isn't at the center.

Culture anymore.

Well, it's fading, isn't it?

Yeah, over time.

Mm-hmm.

OK, are you ready to hear about our

Heavenly Father's plan for you?

I am.

Wait, where are you both from?

Me, Ogden, Utah.

One of eight daughters--

I know, it's his--

And his sister rises from Salt Lake City,

Philadelphia, originally.

And you're both raised in a church, yeah.

Born and raised.

My mother was a convert,

so when my dad passed away,

we auditioned a few different churches

just to see what was out there

and see if we still believed in it.

I know that feeling very well.

It's so important to

find your faith in a doctor,

and you actually believe.

And that's a very,

very personal struggle.

That is a personal challenge that I've

struggled with for a very,

very long time.

You know, what is the one true religion?

It's funny, Sister Raul was telling us

that we should prioritize other

investigators.

But no, I was just saying, I can tell

that you are a very spiritually

curious person.

And just like Joseph Smith, you know,

Joseph investigated many different

denominations--

Presbyterian, Methodist, Catholicism--

and none of them quite fit, which is why

Joseph founded our church.

As I understand it,

stop me when I go wrong,

he was visited in the night

by an angel called Moroni.

Moroni.

I, who showed him where he could locate

some golden plates near his

home, his mysterious

translation of those plates,

on the basis of this.

Wow.

No, you read more than we do.

No, seriously, we should

be more like you, Mr. Reed.

Mr. Reed.

Hi, smells amazing.

And now that you've been

studying the Book of Mormon,

how does it make you feel?

Can you guess what

kind of pie she's making?

Is it blueberry pie?

It is blueberry pie.

I know, but my favorite.

Going back, can I ask, how

did your father pass away?

I'm sorry, actually.

Blueberry disease?

Blueberry disease.

OK, that's wonderful.

Blueberry disease.

Who wouldn't want that?

Lou Gehrig's disease?

Gehrig's?

Oh, that's awful.

I'm so sorry.

I misheard.

That is a malicious affliction.

I thought you were

making a joke about pie.

Sorry.

Have you seen any signs of

your father since he passed?

Has he tried to

communicate with the other sign?

No.

That's strange.

Well, I'm really sorry, and I'm sorry

about the blueberry mix-up.

That's OK.

When I die, I want to

come back as a butterfly,

just to follow around the people I love.

I'll land right on their hand.

Not their arm, not their

head, right on their fingertip,

so they know it's sweet.

Apologies, that is a foible of the house.

I'm sorry.

Well, ladies, I can't see you now.

I think it is time.

Time for what?

Time for pie.

Pie!

And time for enlightenment.

I'm sorry, I should

have offered you water.

The word of wisdom forbids caffeine and

alcohol, doesn't it?

Well, it doesn't

specifically mention soda.

I'm sure it may be healthier to avoid

caffeine and drinks,

but we're just not thirsty.

How do you feel about awkward questions?

The mean?

No, I want to ask an

awkward and icky question,

an insensitive question that I think will

add depth to our conversation

very quickly before the sun goes down and

we're gone for the evening.

But only if you're comfortable with that.

Well, we won't know if we're comfortable

until you ask, so...

Fair point.

Maybe you just ask him.

If you don't ask, I'm going to leave here

wondering what we missed out on.

Very well.

My question is this.

And now I feel built up to...

Should I request a drumroll?

I'm going to request a drumroll.

A drumroll, please. Ladies.

Keep going, keep going, keep going.

Yes, more, more, more.

Now, my question is how

do you feel about polygamy?

How do you feel about the concept of a

man having multiple wives?

I mean, it's not for me.

Are you asking from a

biblical perspective?

Mormonism has a controversial history

with the misogynist practice of men

claiming multiple wives,

but I am fascinated by the

idea of modern revelation,

which was used to erase this behaviour from the Church in 1890.

I just think that's

worthy of conversation.

And what I mean by that is that we're

discussing a church that decided that a

controversial practice was

a state of its reputation

and an actual entrance to recruiting new

members, and so it is "revernation".

Word of God told them to the prophet to

banish a provocative religious pillow

that seemed unsavory

at contemporary times.

Yeah, I know that it may

be difficult to understand,

but polygamy was a spiritual mission

needed at the time in order to grow the

ranks of our membership in the wake of

much hardship and bloodshed.

A man having plural wives spent more

babies to help the community grow.

Yeah, it's sketch for sure.

It was removed from the Church not just

because it was grotesque or

controversial, but just

because it wasn't necessary anymore.

You see, I worry, and

forgive my loud language,

I worry that Joseph Smith used the

concept of polygamy to legitimise his

affairs with other women.

I worry that Joseph's wife, Emma Smith,

was upset when he slept with any elger

there, a 16-year-old, my head.

I worry that he formulated a plan to use

revelation for consequence-free sex in

the aftermath of that, in

discretion, and others like it.

With great power comes

great responsibility.

Spider-Man.

Voltaire.

Right.

I guess what I've imposed to the room is

my concern that polygamy has

no spiritual bearing whatsoever.

That is somewhat of a

distortion, I think.

The Church's own history corroborates and

implies this cynical,

brainwashing, and acting.

Is that true?

I'm sorry, I'm not sure

where you're getting this.

If revelation by God is filtered through

man, and man is flawed, and man sins, and

man lies, then how do

we know any of it's true?

We know it's true because

of how it makes us feel.

Bingo! That's exactly right. That's

exactly right. Couldn't agree more. It's

our personal relationship

with God, which matters.

Let's talk with our bishop about some of

the points you're raising.

Question. What's your

favourite fast food?

Master the

Why don't we talk about Taco Bell?

We have to talk about Taco Bell to talk

about why we don't talk about Taco Bell.

Alright, so Burger King is number one.

I think it's trash.

Right. Not Jack in the Box.

Taco Wendy's.

Blanket support.

Good. Wendy's it is.

Do you know I've never had a Wendy.

I came out wrong.

That's okay.

So when I started studying theology, the

last thing I wanted to

do was find the Wendy.

The Wendy's of religions.

I was just writing a research paper for a

college class and I was

content with doubling.

So some like luggage here.

BK Whopper over there.

Whatever fit the mood.

As I studied the

genres, my D.B.K. in and out,

i.e. Mormonism,

Scientology, Islam, Buddhism,

and I got closer to God

through genre and rigorous study.

As I worked on my personal relationship

with Heavenly Father and

I think strengthened it.

Do you know what I found?

More you know, the less you know.

By the time I was 50, I was malnourished

from the fast food of religion I've been

packing into my brain.

That's part of the decade.

Every sect, cult, creed, denomination,

all claimed to be the one true doctrine.

And yet none seemed true

and held under the microscope.

I wonder what else was out there.

I promise you, the last thing I wanted to

do was find the one true religion.

But unfortunately I did.

Can we meet your wife, please?

Of course, yes.

She just has to be present and

we want to meet her, as well.

Sorry, I'll go ask.

Sister Barnes, I don't know.

I don't want to speak him, but we should

wrap this. Any messages?

Nothing.

Okay, um, let's just

politely wrap this and hide back.

Just for highlights.

And she is finally ready.

Sorry about that.

Come on through, she's eager to meet you.

Well, this way.

One moment, Mr. Reid. We're just getting

a call from the Relief Society president.

We'll go right there.

Hi, this is Sister Barnes.

Thank you.

She'll be here now.

Yes.

What is it?

Our bikes.

Yeah.

Locked outside.

Yes, it goes.

The bike lock is at my goal.

So we need our guns.

Yeah.

I don't know, do we?

Back without cones and

bikes, what is that? Two miles?

No, like, it's four.

It's a little over the top.

I'm fine, I'm fine, I walk here.

It's stuck.

Okay, I'm good.

I got a whole water line here.

Is he still there?

You're a thief.

Are you sure?

Should we ask your bro?

No.

Can you fit through this?

You're crazy.

No, just try Sister, okay?

Or, the elves are getting you just so

they know where we are.

It's not going through.

It's a storm, keep trying.

Okay.

No, we have to go.

I'm...

It'll be fine.

Mr. Reid?

And there they are, welcome.

Mr. Brady, I've been too

generous with your time.

Sister Paxson and I were just saying what

a pleasure it's been.

But we just got off the phone with Sister

Hall and she needs us

to return to the church.

Oh, wonderful.

I won't keep you if you wish to leave.

We've been summoned back.

Dammit, dammit, because we were just getting started.

But you know, you have been thinking that

maybe you are onto

something with your visit.

I've been impressed, but I understand.

Yeah, your coats are here

hanging on the back of the pew.

Excuse me one moment.

So, we just need your help with the door.

It's a little tricky.

Sorry?

I think your door is

a bit stuck out there.

The door won't open.

The front door?

The front door won't open again.

It opened when we came in.

Maybe if you unlock it, it will open?

I understand what you're asking me, but

the deadbolts are on a timer.

I got carried away with our conversation.

I didn't realise the brace had been set.

I should have pulled the pin when you

came in, but I forgot.

So, if you are now regrettably ready to

leave, you'll have to exit

through the back of my house.

Where? Just through here.

Well, can you just unlock the front one,

please? We would like to go that way.

So we don't get turned around and

confused when we get outside?

Yeah, it won't open again till morning.

Please, sir?

Oh, I'm sorry. I promise you,

it's safe to leave this way.

It's a little unusual to have

a door that unlocks on a timer.

Yes, I was either.

And it's a little unusual

that it can't be unlocked.

No, I know. I am self-aware enough to

know how this might look, older man to

young women in his house.

But I assure you, you are welcome to

leave through the back.

You saw my house from the outside room.

Right, and so you know it's tiny

footprint, but back of

my house is just there.

Anyway, I will leave you space to make

your decision, for you.

Yeah.

To clarify, I am trying, have been trying

very hard to make it a point not to

pressure you, so you shouldn't even feel

the need to fabricate a story about

someone from your ward

calling you to leave.

It's perfectly fine. Leave what you want.

It wasn't an excuse.

They do need us back.

Oh, I know. But you're saying you took a

call with someone from your ward.

Yeah, a moment ago.

But when you came inside, I asked if you

were okay with the metal in

the walls and the ceilings.

What do you mean?

I mean that the metal obstructs

self-affing signals, so I do know you

didn't take a call. But just to be clear,

so you're comfortable.

It is totally fine for you to leave on

your own accord. You never need to feel

like you have to make excuses or tell me

a little bit of white light.

So which door takes us outside?

Do you have a preference?

Why would I have preference?

We have a preference?

That is a fair question.

That would be completely weird. But can

your wife please just step in the room,

say hello, and walk us to the back of the

house. I'm not trying to be silly. I

promise I'm really not. But there are

rules we follow, and we

were upfront with them.

I would ask.

Can I ask you a question first?

Do you still believe that

my wife is in the next room?

Despite all the evidence, to the

contrary, the scented candle, the absence

of an oven with blue brick pie,

or have you been politely indulging a

lie? If you still believe that she's in

there, I'll go ask. But it's something I

want you to think about, and maybe think

about in the context of your beliefs.

Do you believe in God? Because somebody

told you at an impressionable age that

God is real, despite having doubts, as

you got older, despite seeing evidence to

the contrary your whole lives.

When your father lost control of his

body, did you think it was God's plan to

ruin his life? Or did you go on believing

something that you know is not true, just

to give you comfort because you were

afraid of what it might

mean if it was all a lie?

I put the scented candle on the table

because I wanted you to think about the

things that you believe just because

somebody asked you to believe them.

Can I use your phone, please?

I don't have a phone.

You have a really beautiful home,

mystery. It's like a church in here. Did

you build it yourself?

My wife built it.

We're going to leave through the bathroom

house. Now is that okay?

Of course.

Just like you said, it's

okay and we can leave. Right?

That's right.

Why is it?

Where is it?

Sister Prince.

It's amazing.

It doesn't look like this goes outside.

I think that you can tell that we're

regrettably uncomfortable with this

situation here tonight.

I'm sorry, but didn't you just say a

moment ago that you saw

the outside of my house?

So then you clearly saw the back of my

house over Hangsah

Hill, so you would know that

you have to go dooden

in order to go boot.

I think it would be best for you and for

all of us if you could

help us go home, because

this state president, he knows where we

are in the ward, mission

is now, they'll be expecting

us.

And there were witnesses,

weren't there sister Barnes?

On a regular, he passed a police officer.

Oh, police?

I promise you, you're getting way, way,

way, way too worked up.

Right.

But I think that we're scared

because you lied to us earlier.

You want me to help?

You asked me earlier if you should have a

preference between the doors.

I think you should, and I think it's

something you should

consider very carefully and then

make the right decision.

Do you want me to help you?

Yes.

Okay.

Then please.

Come and stand here.

Look up.

15.

That's it.

It's a simple choice, but

it should not be made simply.

I need you to reflect very, very deeply

and then make a sincere decision.

Have you ever played the

Parker Brothers game Monopoly?

Monopoly is currently

published in 47 languages.

They sell it in over 114 countries.

They say over a billion people have

played the Monopoly, but

I'm guessing that only a

fraction of that billion

have actually finished it.

Maybe that reminds you of something else.

Just as all.

This is what most people

mean when they hear Monopoly.

There is the future avatars.

Everyone has their favorite.

I shall not tell you mine.

No.

There's the Bastel money in various

denominations and of course the jail.

Now, this next part is very important.

Have you ever played the 1904 board game

called the Landlord's Game?

It is very nearly identical to Monopoly

in every fundamental way.

There's the jail.

There's free parking.

There's fines and fees.

There's penalties for landing on other

people's properties and

the ultimate goal of forming.

Monopoly is to force your

opponent out of the game.

What do games have to do with us leaving?

Everything.

The Landlord's Game was designed by

American feminist President of Meggy

almost three decades

before a heater salesman from

Philadelphia, Susan Barton,

changed the name to Monopoly

and sold the concept as his

own to Parker Brothers in 1935.

This chap was called Charles Darrow who

would not become the first millionaire

game designer in the history of the world

while poor old Elizabeth Meggy died

without ever being credited for the

impact she had on American culture.

Free.

I'm talking to iterations.

I need you to have a very basic

understanding of iterating because I'm

going to make a very

disturbing play tonight.

It will make your stomach sink a little

and your hearts beat faster.

It will make you think it may even, I'm

very sorry, make you want to die.

Nothing.

Have you heard this song before?

You just played it.

I have you before tonight.

I disagree.

I think you've heard it many, many times

before but we will come back to that.

You are, you not monotheistic?

You may believe in Heavenly Father, yes.

There are three major,

untheistic religions.

Judaism, Christianity and Islam.

I call them the big three.

Judaism, i.e. the original edition,

Christianity, i.e. the most

popular edition, and Islam.

The newer, second most popular edition.

May I see your Book of Mormon, please?

I'll give it back.

Thank you.

Many after 800 years, this Mormonism,

i.e. the Zaini regional spin-off edition.

These are all iterations

of the same source material.

These texts share many of the same

characters and histories all be presented

with different meanings and perspectives.

So, no, I will not accept that you stand

there and tell me that you never heard

the air that I breathe by the hollers

when I know that you have heard "croup".

I'm in your head.

Oh, yes, you have.

Come on.

Hurdle the creep, huh? I'm a widow.

Okay. What the hell am I doing here?

I know these are things you're thinking

right now but they're also

lyrics you recognize, yes?

Yes. The Hollies filed a plagiarism

lawsuit against Radiohead which they

later settled by proving that the melody

and rhythm of the air that

I breathe appear in "Creep".

How old are you, 19 or

20? Something like that.

Okay, so maybe you know Lana Del Rey, who

remarkably was sued by Radiohead for

plagiarizing "Creep" in

her 2017 song "Get Free".

" iterations over time diluting the

message obscuring the original".

"Tudism" is the OG monotheistic religion.

It's showed by a wide margin of the most

number of practicing members and yet it

makes up only 0.2% of

the world's population.

Why is that? Why is the original less

popular than "Iniserations" if any? Less

true than the others?

Are we talking about

relation or board games or music?

Yes. It has the fewest members because it

doesn't advertise. It

doesn't have people like you.

Knocking on doors, selling people a

better life, a better

board game, a better song.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Are the missionaries ready to sell people

for an organisation?

The product you're selling is an idea.

You knock on my door and you sell, maybe

I buy, maybe I don't buy.

Put in the rules of engagement when I

invite you into my house.

We are negotiating a

transaction of ideologies.

What I'm trying to say to you tonight is

that I have an idea which I

would like to sell to you.

My argument is that the holy texts which

we revere are just mythological

iterations of stories which ancient

people have been telling

each other for centuries.

They're not true or real in any literal

sense. They are merely a

contrary to a more ancient truth.

The story of a savior who was born to a

virgin, who could perform miracles and

who supernaturally resurrected,

was a very popular story for at least a

thousand years before Jesus was born.

One of my black hair was a

grenade, both dressed similar.

No, never a sapphire.

Mithras performed miracles. He was marked

by the sign of the cross.

Oras walked on water, was

crucified, had twelve disciples.

Krishna, as he was a carpenter, born to a

virgin, baptized in the river, rose from

the dead, and ascended into heaven.

This little gallery depicts twelve gods

who were born on December the 25th, all

of whom predate the existence of Jesus.

I am sorry, but it is impossible to

ignore the influence of

one narrative upon another,

or to ignore the fact that all these

stories iterate into...

Star Wars, Episode 1, The Phantom Menace.

Can you imagine thousands of years from

now, people accepting Jar Jar as a

significant religious figure?

But you're a virgin?

Jar Jar. Jar Jar Binks.

Jar Jar, excuse me.

Never mind.

It is all terrifying, isn't it? I'm sorry.

It is. It is all.

Scary.

I'm scared.

I'm scared just

saying it out loud, really.

If God is real, that he watches one may

masturbate, and he has such a fragile ego

that he only helps us when we beg him and

shower him with praise,

and he hates gay people for being what he

made them to be, well, that's terrifying.

If there's no God, then we're just horny

microscopic, anstulating on a rock

through space with no divine purpose and

no hope to achieve eternal life well.

That's terrifying too.

Either the church is true, or it is a

fraud. It is the

church and kingdom of God.

Already there's nothing.

You agree with that?

Would it help if I told you this is

Gordon B. Hinckley, the 15th president of

your church? You agree with Gordon?

Yes.

Put your mind.

So either it is all true

or none of it's true. Yes?

Yes.

Then I want you to choose which door to

go through based on your faith.

Are you asking us for us to deliberate

our belief in the church factor, which

will correspond to what's going on?

I'm asking you to choose

between belief and disbelief.

My own claim is that all 10,000

verifiable religions that exist in the

world today are as artificial as the symbolic church you're currently standing in.

It is fast. There is nothing holy here.

Your religious text is mere ornament, as

hollow and as capitalistic

as these ridiculous games.

I want you to know what is going to

happen to us before we choose.

I don't even know how to begin to answer

that question if it hasn't happened yet.

Wow, Mr. Reid, you've introduced a lot of

interesting points. I think we can admit

that you're a very smart man and we still

have a lot to learn.

So in fact, I would like to agree that

you've convinced us and we'd like to lead

through the disbelief

door and go home now.

Right, Sister Barnes?

Sister? Sister Barnes? I think we should

listen to our super-made

thoughtful host choose the right.

You know, choose the right?

They taught us in primaries?

What did you say to him? We're just not

going to let us go just

because we admit he's right.

Let's just get out of here while our host

is being gracious enough to let us leave.

I think that we're being studied.

I think he wants to learn something about

us based on which door we open.

Is that the game?

Someone scratches their neck and he's

watching. We say the wrong thing and he

stumbles on his words.

He has a flame flickers and it captures

his attention. What

have you been looking for?

What have you found? If I'm right, then

the only thing that matters right now is

what we actually believe.

Yeah, because I think your rhetoric is

thin. Your garage sale board gave

metaphors kind of offensive.

I mean, you ask why Judaism only makes up

0.2% of the world's population but didn't

even pause for the Holocaust.

You make no acknowledgment of the

religious persecution Jewish people have

faced. You just use it as a setup to a

punchline about missionaries.

And then you skip over the fact that none

of this addresses Islam as Muslims don't

even believe Christ was resurrected.

And then you point out all the

similarities these mythological gods have

with Jesus but breeze over the many

glaring differences.

One of these guys has

a freaking bird head.

I don't think that my point of view fits

into belief or disbelief.

I think there's an entire spectrum that

you came this neglecting.

So it doesn't matter

what I believe, does it?

Sister Paxton, do you believe in God?

Yes.

But let's leave through here.

Let's be honest and sincere in that God

to solve what happens next for us.

Okay, everybody. Now, thank you for all

your mentorship and thank

you for letting us leave.

Sister, it's okay. I'm going to step out

of time. We'll go slow.

Mrs. Rink, say you.

What's happening to her?

But every

I'll be over

Are you straight?

Where are you?

Just like an angel

Seems to cry

And you are

In my sharp scratch

Oh God.

I wanna have a picture of the world

I wanna have a picture of the world

I wanna have a picture of the world

I wanna have a picture of the world

I wanna have a picture of the world

It's so very special

But I'm a dream

I wanna know

What's the matter to him

When I'm alive

I had to be sure before

I introduced you to her.

She's a good one.

You are now in the presence

of a living prophet of God.

The reason I invited you

into my sanctuary tonight

is because I have been shown a miracle.

I believe this miracle is proof

that all known religions

have demonstrably forced

and only an ancient

echo of something true.

I need a witness, you, to

verify that the miracle is real.

Now, our family

recipe for blueberry pies,

I think traditional

one ingredients include

butter flour, cornstarch,

sugar, lemon, blueberries,

of course, but tonight I've

also included some wolf's bang

and some balladona, which

means that in a short while

the prophet will be dead

from consuming the pie.

Then you will witness a miracle.

By the grace of God,

she will be resurrected.

Now, fill her pots, please.

Both of you.

I need you to feel her pulse right now.

Acknowledge, please, that her heart has

now stopped pumping.

Do you know how to do that?

Index middle finger

on the side of the neck

in a soft hollow area

just beside the blue pie.

Both of you, please,

lift her head to the shore.

No, that's just a catalytic spasm.

She's alive.

No, no, no, no, she had chemicals

being released into her body.

Acknowledge, please,

that there's no pulse.

Acknowledge.

Thank you.

Acknowledge that she

is no longer breathing.

You feel her breath.

No, no.

So she's dead?

Yeah.

Okay, thank you.

A moment longer and you

will witness a resurrection.

She'll return and she will tell us

what she saw in the afterlife.

That's the perfect moment.

Hello.

You're all dirty.

Waster cream.

Waster cream.

Right now, no, the answer's the card.

He's coming back.

It's okay, it's okay.

Come here.

Oh, sorry.

Oh, he's at the back.

No, I'm sorry to bother you.

I'm just in the neighborhood

looking for two young ladies

from my church.

Oh.

Is everything all right?

Here.

I'm sure everything's

fine, I just wonder if they

stand by.

No, I'm sorry to say you are the first

house quarter I've had all day, son.

Did you see this?

It's locked.

Help, help.

We can pull through the matches.

We start a fire, so God speaking,

I have to make sure that you're not

turning through here.

Okay, but you did ask

for more information

on the church, right?

This is which church?

The church of Jesus Christ, not here.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Is there some other way I can help?

Do you want to use my phone?

Call the police.

I can get my phone.

I hope you don't look around.

I'm sure they're not far.

Thank you for your time.

All right, well, good luck.

Yeah, let me know.

Get out of here.

He's coming.

Yeah, yeah, any luck?

She moved.

My favorite car.

Are you remembering her wrong?

She hasn't moved at all.

Her head is different.

That's where she was.

It's not.

This is not her memory.

Please, please come on.

No.

I beat Remus.

I didn't ask you one question.

Have you received this booklet?

I have not, but I will

give you a look, see.

No, no.

Turns.

My name, why, how, not heaven.

It is not heaven.

Be here.

And thank you, Prophet.

We are very grateful for

your message to the other side.

Your prophecy will be recorded

into our literature of text.

Hmm?

Oh, you must be in this hospital.

Take my own.

Well now, we say this

is rather interesting

because I know that

one of you has been lying

since you first got here.

And do you know how I

know that, excuse me,

can I take that?

I know, from the bay, that

fire reacts to each of you.

B, yeah, one of you has a

very, very, very big secret,

but we will know more soon.

There will be, before we saw a woman die

and come back to life,

and there will be, after.

Books will be written about it.

So choose your word

very carefully when I ask.

What are you with this?

Tell me, tell me what you saw.

How did she?

No, no, no, if you didn't see something,

don't tell me, you

absolutely must tell me.

I don't know.

Because if I'm wrong, I need to hear it.

That's why you're--

It's a contrived experiment.

Where are your prisoners?

It doesn't make sense

for us to have an opinion.

You must know by now that any of us

can leave whatever we want.

But why would we want

after what we've seen?

Sorry.

I saw, I heard her describe

and she experienced it on the other side.

Right, what did you hear?

She said there was a conductor.

Yes.

Did she mean angel?

Yeah.

She had a feeling of disassociation,

a feeling that something wasn't real.

That's it?

For now you know.

Now we know.

Yeah, now you know.

No?

I can show you God.

If you're willing to.

It could be painless.

It could be temporary.

Like the prophet, you

could be brought back.

Doesn't have to be frightening at all.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you what's frightening.

Not that you're frightened.

Where do we come from?

What are we doing here?

What's our purpose?

The terror of those

questions is why religions exist.

I can answer those questions for you.

I can give you a comfort.

No religion in the world

is capable of giving you.

It all makes sense now.

I've been asking myself all night,

how is he gonna make killing us our idea?

Sister Barnes, you're in a muddle.

I know, I can't tell if

you're playing chess or checkers.

Monopoly?

Come on, it was right there.

You didn't show us a miracle.

Okay, what did I show you?

That wasn't a miracle.

So you said, what did you say?

What did I show you?

That was not a miracle.

What did I show you?

It was a magic trick.

A magic trick.

You all know why we

don't talk about Taco Bell?

They killed me when I was four years old.

50 people were

hospitalized from an E. coli outbreak.

My kids at school call it Big Taco Health

because I was clinically dead

while doctors operated on my kidneys.

When I was dead, I saw

exactly what your prophet described.

A blinding white light,

clouds but not heaven,

a sense of wanting to return,

a feeling that my state

of reality wasn't real.

That wasn't a prophecy.

That was a near-death experience.

When the oxygen leaves your brain

or your heart stops pumping,

your mind creates unbelievable things.

I think you've been keeping this woman

on the edge of death in

order to ask her questions

about meaningless hallucinations

so that you can substantiate your idea

of what the one true religion really is.

Did you know that when

you remember something

you're really in ear

remembering the last time

you remember that experience?

You're not actually recording the event.

So your memory of dying at Taco Health

isn't really of dying.

It's of the memory of

the memory of the memory

of the memory of the

memory stopping of that event.

So you're remembering a false correlation

with the experience

you've just witnessed.

But this, this is happening right now.

That's why I think,

Sister Barnes, Sister Baxter,

that you really need to pay attention

because I promise you,

we're not talking about a magic trick.

No, we're talking

about magic under what--

So come back to us.

I promise.

Sister Baxter, do not

forget you were right again.

I like you.

I like you.

Come on now, Sister B.

Wiki Wiki.

No, that's not it,

that's not it, that's not it.

A mucky pot.

It's not there.

Bones, it'll be bones.

It's the one of you drunk, yeah.

What?

Hey.

I'm very sorry.

Something is wrong.

I'm not worried.

She's not coming back to us.

Yeah.

Yep, yep, yep.

There it is.

No, it doesn't, it's out of the vein.

The implant.

This is why she can't come back to us.

Take a look.

I'm very sorry.

But Sister Barnes, she's a programmer.

She's not real.

She will give you away the candles.

Why are you saying that?

Why are you still--

No, no, I know, I know, I know.

How could you?

Can you explain it to me?

Are you, Sister Paxton,

familiar with the DICE concept

of the butterfly dream?

Butterfly.

Butterfly pops his

wings and causes a typhoon?

That is the butterfly

effect, common mistake.

The butterfly dream

concerns an ancient Chinese philosopher

who asked himself the following question.

Was I a man dreaming of

a butterfly or am I now?

A butterfly?

Dreaming that I am a man.

Come and sit down.

Don't, yes.

This is us.

You and me are known together.

That was Barnes.

Bye-bye, Barnes.

I have come to a dark realization

that we exist inside a

simulation so advanced

that we cannot tell the

difference between real life

and artificial dream.

You heard the prophet,

she said, "It is not real."

You see, fire dynamics are

very difficult to render.

I've noticed a anomaly in its behavior

when it interacts with simulated NPCs

like poor old Sister Bee.

She couldn't come back

to us, but when you die,

finger please, you

will pass through death

and wake up into the real world.

What do you think?

Yes, no, maybe?

That's so scary.

Well, you're very welcome to,

to challenge my premise, I love that.

Go for it.

I don't think this is a microchip.

I think it's a contraceptive.

A birth control implant.

Huh.

Tell me, have you ever

met a Mormon missionary

who was on birth control?

Did Sister Barnes say

she was on birth control?

Her church would have made

her feel ashamed about it

and she would have been too embarrassed.

Simulation theory is--

Hypothesis, please,

sorry, it doesn't matter.

Simulation hypothesis?

Is not testable, is it?

No, it's a matter of

belief, like any religion.

You might believe it, bring it to all,

or you don't believe it, couple to all.

With all due respect, I don't believe it.

I'm not smart enough to

say why, I just don't.

Do you believe the

miracle that I showed you?

Yes.

At first?

But now?

I think something happened

tonight that you didn't expect.

It feels like you're improvising,

trying to convince me

of a simulation theory

that's not sticking, am I right?

Are you asking me if you're right

that I am improvising for your right

that the simulation

narrative is not sticking?

Yes.

High five.

So in fact, you agree with your friend,

you think that the

prophet was just hallucinating

a meaningless near death experience?

No.

I think he switched the bodies.

I just haven't figured out how yet.

I switched the bodies.

I switched the bodies.

The doorbell rang

when the elder got here.

Which drew our attention to the stairs.

He would have been prepared for that.

When he came back downstairs,

I noticed the woman was in

the same position as before.

It was similar, but it

was not the exact same.

I think another woman

who looked exactly like her

came into the basement

through a hidden door

or something, disposed of her body

and then took her place at the table.

I see.

And then once we got back downstairs,

she ran off a scripted prophecy

that you prepared for her.

Except the last thing she

said was, "It is not real."

Maybe she was trying to tell us that the

miracle wasn't real.

You see what I mean when

I say something happened

that you didn't expect?

I think you gave her a

script and she went off a book

and now you're trying to recover.

Well, if that's right, then, uh,

there'd have to be another

way into this basement, huh?

Shall we have a look?

I don't think there is.

No?

I'm not doing very well

with this deposit, hmm?

Unless...

Which means that...

there would have to be a dead body down

there, if you're right.

Okay.

How will you test your theory?

I don't know.

But will you go into that hole and see if

there's somebody down there?

If I have to.

Why would you do that?

Because I want to know the truth.

And because the only way out is through.

Robert Frost?

Swamp thing.

Don't go into that cellar.

Unless you are prepared to

discover the one true religion.

I knew it.

It's not cold.

Have you figured it out yet?

I think so.

So what is it?

What is the one true religion, Sister P?

It's...

When we first arrived,

you left us alone in your living room.

We thought you were talking to your wife,

but you were doing something else.

I was.

You took a key from Sister Barnes' comb,

went outside to unlock

our bikes and hide them.

I noticed your hair was wet when you came

back with the drinks

that you were around in the store.

And it decided so because

you didn't want the elder

to find our bikes when you

came back looking for us.

But there was

something else on your mind.

There was.

You returned the bike

key to a wrong coat pocket.

You thought this was a mistake you made.

But now I know it once holds.

Why?

You gave the bike lock

to one of your prophets,

instructed them to lock the final cell

into our living room.

But why, why, why, why did I do that?

Because you wanted me to know.

The only reason I'm

standing here right now

is because it is exactly

where you want me to be standing.

I'm not here because I chose to be.

I'm here because you

made me choose to be.

Because you want me to believe that one

true religion is control.

That is exactly right.

Religion is just a system of control.

It's okay. I'm not here.

You see, that's what's so interesting.

They don't want your help.

They didn't know exactly

where they chose to be.

But you killed that woman.

I disagree.

She chose to eat a poisoned pie because

of her profound fate.

It is called drinking the-- anyone?

Kool-Aid.

It is true that I keep

these ladies a little chilly

in the little package, which I'm very

sorry, sorry ladies.

Only for the same reason

that your church goes to Haiti

to give out Bibles after America.

It's easier to control

someone who has lost everything.

You're absolutely right,

she need to go off broke.

Why did you do this?

The question is, why do you all let me?

Sorry.

You are here because the

ideas of others have influenced

every single decision you've made since

the day you were born,

and I've been able to predict every

decision you'd make tonight

because of that.

You were allowed to dictate every

decision of your life.

They decide who you worship, where you

worship, what you worship.

They even dictate the

garments you wear on your clothes.

Why?

Go and let it under.

Pray.

Pray for us.

Pray.

Does it work?

Have you ever heard of

the great prayer experiment?

They divided patients into groups,

those who received

prayers and those who didn't.

The results of the study were conclusive.

It doesn't work.

But I think it's beautiful that we all

pray for each other.

Even though we all probably know

it doesn't make a difference.

It's just nice to think about someone

other than yourself.

Even if it's you.

My sister.