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- Oh, like Freya.

Oh, cursed woman.

Temptress.

Oh.

Oh, Odin help us
if he finds out.

But you won't tell will you?

- I don't know if-
- Oh, thief!

You take what you
desire even though

it has been denied.

Just like me.

But don't worry,

only the rocks and the waters
know our secrets.

- Tove?

- Oh, and the howling of the
wolf searching for its mate.

- Tove?

- Hurry.

Go on, run home.

- Tove?

- Sten.

What are you doing, brother?

- What are you doing out here?

What's all this playing
in the leaves like a boy?

- Oh, mind your elders,
brother.

It was nothing.

I simply tripped.

- What's the matter, brother?

- It was nothing.

But it is getting late,

and the wolves were
seen not far from here.

So let's go.

Let's go home.

- You were never blessed with
the gift of deception, Eva,

but that has never stopped
you from speaking falsehoods.

Have you seen Tove?

- Oh, brother, it
is Tove this thing,

and Tove that thing.

Tove, Tove, Tove.

She has you in knots.

She controls your
every breath.

- Why are you walking away?

- The wolves, Sten.

- Liar.

You are a great hunter, Eva.

The fur of them felled
by your arrows adorns

our village's beds.

- Best not call me a liar, Sten.

- Where's your amulet, Eva?

The one father gave to you.

I've never seen you without it.

Tove wanted it.

I offered to make
her another one,

but no, she didn't want it.

She wanted...

- I don't know where
it is, brother.

- Tove?

Tove.

Tove?

Tove?

Your word isn't even true.

You are unkind.

You are selfish.

You are lazy.

The failure of the family!

You're still coddled by our
mother, favored by our father!

But even so, I would never
think you capable of this!

- Why am I to be
blamed for being loved?

You never said you loved, Eva.

What you received
from them is pity!

- Oh, you're jealous, brother.

You couldn't even hold
the love of your woman.

Not even that one.

- Come back, coward!

- Brother!

I'm the only one who
really loves you!

If they find Tove's body,

if they find it they're
gonna kill you and me.

I will have lost Tove and you.

I cannot abide by that.

- Even now, brother,
you must play hero,

even now that you think
I killed your woman!

How is this not salt
in my wounds, brother?

- A centuries old
Nordic soul wanders, lost,

cast down into Niflheim,

a shadow filled purgatory
for sins he did not commit.

But a promise is
made to The Dark One.

He must bring a woman, one
who is coveted as bearer

of mystical charms as
offering and prize,

and thereby rewarded
with redemption.

But it can only be secured

if the woman's protector
can be brother to Shadow,

and Maria's guardian, Vord.

- Rats!

I fuckin' hate rats!

- Stop, it's me you
fuckin' asshole!

- Jonathan?

Jonathan!

Let go of me, you
stupid asshole!

- I've been waiting
two fucking hours.

- What do you want from me?

I had to wait for Maria's
father to pick her up

and then I had to wait
for her grandmother

to clear her outta
here for the weekend

because you are the one
that wanted to do this here.

We could have done
this anywhere, but no.

Why here?

- We wanted some
fucking privacy.

Light the fucking
candles, stop your crying.

- It'd be a lot
quicker if you helped me.

- Let's just do what
we came here to do.

- All right, let's do
this the right way then.

Your turn.

- Are you willing

to offer your child as payment?

Are your earthly desires worth
risking Maria's eternity?

- What the hell's
wrong with you?

- Nothing.

- Then let's do this shit.

Reveal yourself!

Reveal yourself!

Reveal yourself!

- Your
loyalty will be rewarded.

- You
have chosen a path

that cannot easily be undone.

The shadows you see here,

the shadows you feel
are nothing compared

to what is to come.

The Dark One will send Draugr,

and he will enjoy
your suffering.

His promised reward is a lie.

- Who the fuck are you?

- An
echo, imprisoned.

A dismantled last hope.

- I have always felt you.

Now I see you.

What do you want?

- He likes to catch things
before they fall.

- You do not have
to carry this burden alone.

- I have no burden to share.

- Yet, Maria bears the
weight of your greed.

- What do they call you?

- I am Maria's Vord.

- Best
be kind to strangers.

They may be entertaining
angels unknown.

- I have been
warned of your kind.

- Fear lies within.

- The Asatru will pave the way.

And Maria was born for it.

- You don't have to walk it.

- She will.

- Very well.

- Maria, what'd I tell you
about being out here alone?

It's dangerous for you,

and now we're running late and
our friend is waiting on us.

We have to go.

Come on.

- Is it gonna hurt when they
put the mark on me, Daddy?

- I've never lied to you

and I'm not gonna lie
to you about this.

Yes, it is going to hurt.

It's going to hurt a lot,
but it has to happen.

This is for your protection.

Do you understand me?

- Yeah.
- Okay, good.

Let's go.

- Mama's gonna be
really mad at us.

Grandma, too.

- I'm not gonna be
here for very long

and I wish I could teach
you about all these things,

but I need you to
know this one thing.

Throughout your entire life,
people are going to try

to convince you to do
things the easy way.

Do not listen to them.

I need you to listen
to this, okay?

Listen to this.

Do you understand?
- Mm hm.

- Okay.

Come on girl, let's go.

- Why don't you
go to bed, Maria?

It's past your bedtime.

- I'm waiting for Mama.

- She won't be
home for hours yet.

She's working late
at the restaurant,

or so she says.

Most likely she's out with
that good for nothing wolf.

Go ahead, brush your
teeth, put on your pajamas.

I'll be in soon to tuck you in.

- But will you check the
closet and under my bed?

- Aren't you a little old to
believe in monsters, Maria?

There's no such thing.

- Well, people
don't always know something

is real until they see it.

- When I was a child,
I saw monsters too.

Sometimes they'd reach
out from under the bed

and tug at the sheets,
but it wasn't real, Maria.

Sometimes our
imaginations lie to us.

If monsters were real,
they'd have eaten me up.

But look at me, I'm old.

I'm still here.

We make monsters, Maria.

You made the one you say
bothers you at night.

You can make it go
away the same way.

Just wish it away.

You'll see.

- Some monsters don't go away.

Some monsters don't
know where else to go.

Grandma, it's here!

- That child and her
wild imagination,

just like her mother.

- Grandma, it's here!

- I'm here, Maria.

Stop screaming
for Christ's sake.

- In there.

- Calm yourself, Maria.

Why is it always the closet
with children.

Nothing.

No monsters, just some
clothing and that's all.

Say your prayers, Maria.

That'll help you feel better.

That's what mama said
when daddy was sick,

and now he's dead.

- Well, not all prayers
are answered, Maria.

Some of the prayers we pray
are better left unanswered.

Now, go to sleep.

Enough of this silly nonsense.

It's late.

- What good is God if He
doesn't do what we ask?

What good is God
if He only gives

what He feels like giving?

- He knows everything,
Maria, everything.

Compared to Him,
we know nothing.

- Well, if God's so smart,

why doesn't he just
tell us what to do?

- He does.

But we have to
know how to listen.

Like now, when I tell
you to go to sleep.

Goodnight.

- It's time.

- Well, at least
you still have me.

And Grandma loved you very
much, you know that, right?

She left us a little
bit of money, though.

Not that it matters.

Not that really any
of this matters.

Can you watch her for a
minute for me, please?

- Are you gonna
talk to that man?

- Well, aren't you nosy?

Be good.

- She probably just wants
to see the man again.

Don't, Mister.

You might get hurt

and she'll only see him
again in a few days.

- I do not think
that man is good, Maria.

Do you understand?

- Yeah.

She buys medicine from him.

- Well, I
wouldn't tell him anything.

Do not say a word.

- I only saw him
once in the dark.

They were saying prayers
and it woke me up.

They were on the floor in
the living room holding hands

with candles all around them.

I only saw the man's arm
and he had a design on it.

Anyway, then my mom yelled
at me to go back to bed,

and so I did.

- Thank you.

So, we're gonna go home,
have lunch, pack a bag,

and then go over
to Grandma's house

and you can pick out
whatever room you'd like.

- We're gonna live there now?

- Well, yes, it's
a much nicer house.

It's bigger.

There's a bigger backyard.

It's more work for me, though.

But you'll make some
friends in the neighborhood.

- And is the man under
my bed gonna move too?

- I am so tired
of hearing about this.

There's no man in your
bedroom or under your bed.

Do you understand that?

- Well, the man only
stays under the bed now.

- Oh, good.

One down, one to go at last.

- Once it was a little
girl in the closet.

- When we get home,
you're going right to bed,

you annoying little...

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm tired.

You're tired.

It's been a long day and I
can only imagine how you feel.

You were there when she died.

- Well, Grandma's not
all the way dead, Mama.

Not like Daddy.

Grandma's still here and
she's sitting right there,

and she's really,
really mad at you.

- Come on, Maria, let's go.

I don't like it anymore
than you do, okay?

But I have to leave you here,

and when I get my stuff
together, I will be back.

Mother Reperata will
take good care of you.

Whatever you do, I need
you to stop telling people

that you see ghosts.

Do you understand?

There is no one under your bed.

They will take you away from me

and we will never
see each other again.

Do you understand?

- What have you done, Katrina?

You made a promise.

Is all of this a game to you?

Do you realize they
cannot touch her now?

Do you even realize what
you have done to me?

- To you?

To you?

Get out of here!

Yes, it all started as a game.

A nice little diversion even.

But I never thought
any this would happen

when we called upon The Old One.

My parents,
they were insane

about the ancient Nordic
religion.

I never ever thought
that dabbling

in this would've
cost me everything,

cost me my Maria.

- All you had to do
was keep your promise

to bring her to us,

offer her obedience
to The Old One

in exchange for
unimaginable pleasures.

Your sudden spin into
this parental concern

did nothing short but be
charming, except for one thing.

Taking her to Reperata

was the biggest
mistake of your life.

I have something new
I want you to try.

Here.

If I were you, I'd
swallow every last one.

- "If there is a
God, I know he won't save me.

There are some deeds
too horrible to forgive.

I've lost my
daughter to darkness.

The last way to her
now is through me,

and I just, I won't allow it.

There's nothing
left but the hope

that I'll see her again one day.

Forgive me, Maria.

Forgive me."

- "The lame rides a horse,

the handless his herdsman.

The deaf in battle are bold.

A blind man is better
than one who is burned.

No good can come from a corpse."

There's no
way out, Katrina.

The master will come now that
you have taken Maria from us.

It'll be oh, so unpleasant.

Or could you wade
into the cold waters

and cheat him of his pleasure?

- Even in death,
you stir a horrible brew.

- When I was a child,

I often sat in a chapel
near where I lived.

Somehow it made me feel better.

- She won't be coming
back for me, will she?

- I'm sorry, Maria,
no, she won't.

Mother's had an accident.

But don't be sad, child.

I think you're a
little too old for this.

Besides, you won't
be needing it.

You'll always have
a home with us here.

Always.

- I think I'll go to bed
now, Mother Reperata.

I'm very tired.

I'm not a very good girl.

You'll see.

- Dear, sweet Jesus,

I fear a darkness has
descended upon St. Agatha's.

And I am too much a
sinner to fight it all alone.

- You are not alone.

You must fight the
darkness from within,

and you must cast
a light upon it.

- "Cease deceiving
human creatures

and pouring out
to them the poison

of eternal damnation
says our Father.

Amen."

- I just wanna talk.

What are you doing?

Put it down!

What are you...

What are you...

What are you doing?

I'm like you, I'm like you.

Put it down.

There will be hell to
pay, you know this.

- Yes, yes.

- You pay now, you pay later,

but somehow always must be paid.

- Oh, I'm sick of this shit.

- Hello, Officer.

You know I can offer solutions

that Reperata won't.

- I know where you
are, so fuck off.

- Looks like The
Priest got it wrong.

may be a fruitcake

but there's squat
on the property

to say she killed anyone.

Worthless.

Who the hell buries a book?

A wild
goose chase, this.

Yo, Frees.

- Yeah?

- There was something
written inside,

but the pages are torn out.

Screw it.

Bag it.

- My old lady dug a pit once.

Read somewhere in
a girly magazine

that dropping your wedding band

in it released you
from your past.

- Your ex-wife?

She was a screwball, man.

Let's go.

Got nothing to see here.

- Except for the
shed and the ropes.

- Yeah, weird.

- Hey, what's this all about?

Spells, witchcraft?

What the hell does
Aster mean anyway?

- It's Asatru.

Doesn't matter.

Come on, you know the drill.

- Oh God.

Oh, God, what have I done,
what have I done, what?

Oh!

- Sister Maria?

What are you doin' back here?

- Stop calling me that.

What do you want, Father Payne?

- At last the bird flies
right back to the old roost,

and just two doors down

from The Priest's
house nonetheless.

You know, since you've loaned
this house to The Church,

Mother Reperata has been
using it as her own.

I guess you'll be
tossing her out too, hm?

Maria, your vows with
God can be undone.

Just as though they
have never been spoken.

- This house is mine.

If you're here to tell me
to return to St. Agatha's,

you're wasting your time.

And I don't appreciate
the intrusion.

I've already called
Reverend Clay.

- Do you think your threats
are going to resolve

that spiritual
predicament you're in?

Maria, you grew
up in The Church.

They love you there.

- No, they-
- Pray with me.

- Go away!

- I want to talk to you
about Jonathan Baines,

the man I sent you to help.

- Just go away!

- Sister Maria?

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Reverend
Clay.

- You've missed
Vespers again, Jordan.

- I know.

- That's the third
time this week.

- I know.

I was worried about Maria.

- Well, whatever's
troubling you,

I don't believe you need
to burden Maria with it.

- Yes, I understand.

- I think it's time
you come with me, please.

- Grief
is treasure, Jillian,

a gift only the wise understand.

Come back to those
who value you,

but bring a token of your faith

if you have any hope of
seeing Jonathan again.

- Maybe they can really help me.

God, I miss you, Jonathan.

I miss you so much.

I'll do whatever I have
to to bring you back,

and just to see
you one more time.

- Do it.

Pick one.

Pick one now.

- "In the wilderness,
they fed you manna,

which your fathers did not know,

tha they may humble you.

That they might test you to
do good for you in the end."

That's what I've been taught.

Scripture says, but
I know better now.

Ah, I know better.

Screw you.

God, I know the real
answer.

What must I know?

What...

- You will
not find redemption

by torturing the living.

- Oh, the living are talented
at torturing themselves.

I just help them along.

I give 'em a little
push.

Oh, but even in death, you
hound me with your concerns.

Oh, you are not my vord.

Go away.

"Mother Reperata, the
enemy has returned.

Return at once.

Reverend Clay."

- I never left.

- Where
is our sacrifice?

- It it got a little outta hand.

- What
does that mean?

- I did everything
you taught me.

He said he wasn't interested.

- What?

- I didn't mean
for it to happen.

It just happened.

- What did you do, Jillian?

- I have to go.

- Tell me now what has happened.

- I don't know.

He just, he took off running.

I mean, I think he was done.

He was bleeding.

- Another mess for
me to clean up?

- I was afraid.

- Of what?

- You.

- Yes.

Go, get her.

Leave her to the
forest when done.

- Ben?

Ben Crispell?

- Who's asking?

- You know Jonathan.

Jillian.

- Who are you?

What do you want from me?

- Listen to me.

Jonathan was troubled.

I tried to help
him and I failed.

But I can help you.

- Yeah, great help.

All right, the dude's
dead lady, fuck off.

- Listen, I just
need to understand

what might have
happened that night.

- Get the
fuck away from me.

Leave me alone.

- You're afraid of
him, aren't you?

- I'm not afraid of anyone.

- Lying won't help you, Ben.

It won't protect
you from the Asatru,

and that so-called
priest of yours.

- You know nothing
of the Asatru.

- I know plenty.

My mother was one of you.

Asatru is not a true religion.

It's stolen from
ancient Nordic culture.

- Look, we aren't
bad, all right?

We believe in things like-

- Yes, yes, I know.

You say things like,
"We are our deeds."

The sum of your actions
is how you will be judged.

- What's so wrong with that?

- I wouldn't know
where to start.

- All right, look, I have to go,

but just so you know, I
don't see him anymore.

The coie, the dude
you called our priest,

he's a wackadoo.

- Who is he?

What is his name and
where can I find him?

Ben, let me help you.

- You can't help me,
but I can help you.

You know that saying
wolf in sheep's clothing?

That would be him.

And he's been right under

that nun nose of
yours all this time.

I gotta go.

- Wait, wait.

- Why did
you leave me, Daddy?

- Good morning, Maria.

- What are
you doing here?

- I'm visiting.

- Then go visit.

- You were such an
exhausting kid, Maria.

And you told these wild tales.

You tried the forbearance

on everyone that
tried to help you.

You had no friends.

Of course, no one could
stand being around

such a strange and sulky child.

But I was always there for you.

After they brought
you to the orphanage,

I made sure that you had
everything you needed,

but you could never
thank me, could you?

Your sole confidant
or even friend.

And still, I'm here
offering you understanding.

- I don't want
your understanding.

You wanna do good, don't you?

I suggest you seek out
Jonathan's girlfriend,

but you will have better luck

with her than you
had with me, Father.

- Maria?

Maria, Sister Maria?

- Hello.

Hello, Mother Superior.

- Maria.

Oh my, it's so good to see you.

- Oh, I was just
getting ready to leave.

I'm sorry,

maybe another time.
- Oh, no, no.

You know, I've known you since

you were a small child, Maria.

Always looking to do
just as you pleased.

But you know, your insistence
on doing things your way

always met with the same
resistance, didn't it?

It met with me.

Oh, listen, it's
a little cold out.

Why don't you go inside

and fix your old Mother Superior

a nice cup of tea,
will you please?

Some earl gray or
peppermint perhaps?

You know, Maria, I was
wondering if you'd like

to come back to Minnesota
with me for awhile?

I'm here for just a few days
before I need to return.

Everyone here is
quite distressed

over your current
state and well,

I thought it might
do you some good

to get away from everything
that's troubling you.

You know, I've been talking
about you while back there

and how wonderful you are
with the children and how...

Maria?

Maria?

- Reverend?

Reverend Clay?

- The
body of Judge Crispell's

son Benjamin was found today.

Yet another Fentanyl overdose
is the suspected cause.

Another chilly day along the
Hudson, highs in the 40s.

You're listening to WPRP
Radio in Saugerties.

- Maria, everyone
is looking for you.

I saw police cars by the church.

Are you all right?

What happened?

Maria, shh.

We've got to get
you out of here.

They're going to have a lot
of questions when they come.

I'm not going to be
able to swear to them

that you are not capable of
doing such a horrible thing.

You understand?

You are not well.

Poor Reverend is bleeding
on the doorsteps.

What is it?

- How?

No.

You.

You.

It was you.

It was you!

You did it!

Just leave me alone.

I get it now, all of it.

Why?

Why have you done this, Father?

Why?

I can't trust anyone.

Oh!

- Do not
join the Asatru.

Only death awaits you.

Leave here.

Your presence has roused
those who have gone before.

- Who's there?

- Take heed.

Take heed.

Few receive like warnings.

None a second time.

- Oh, they didn't make such a
fuss when I died.

You know why they
call me Draugr?

No?

Well, it means one
who walks after death.

You see, when they killed
me, they broke my ankles,

tied my toes and feet together.

Charming old custom, isn't it?

They figured it'd prevent
me from coming back

and walking amongst them.

Well, we see how well that
worked out, didn't we?

Oh, enough about me back to you.

Oh, they'll forget
about you soon enough.

- You are free to call yourself
by whatever name you choose.

I will just call you evil.

And when my Lord
calls me, I will go.

- Have you ever even
felt the hand of a woman?

- I have felt the hand of God.

- Oh my good man.

Oh, that's not the
same, trust me.

You were never really a man.

- You are a tool,

a mere tool of a master

who will use you until
your usefulness is spent,

as I am a tool of my God.

I may be the nail he drives,

but he is the hammer I trust

and I fear you are lost, Draugr.

Your master offers nothing
beyond the cold ground.

Nothing.

The fairytale of Valhalla.

I suppose you will return
to your own version of hell.

- Well, yours makes promises
he'll never keep.

You should have taken
what you wanted.

Oh, you remember that
red-haired temptress,

the one you stole a kiss
from in that barn?

Oh, what you wouldn't have
done to buy that candy,

but you could not afford.

The job you gave up over
what trifling thing was that?

What'd you call it, hm?

Do you remember?

Ethical quandary?

Ethical quandary?

You could have been
married, been rich,

had a lovely woman on the side.

You know, wine women
and song.

- I pity you.

- Finally.

Did you take care of everything?

- I hope so.

- Hope?

That's not enough.

- Hope is all we have.

She's hunting them.

How many more will you
demand I dispose of?

I'm tired of being your cleaner.

She isn't the same
Maria we once knew.

- None of us are
who we once were.

We do what we have to do.

Did you check her old home?

- Of course I have,
multiple times.

She was there but she went out.

- Well, find her.

- What do you think
I've been trying to do?

I could lose my job over this.

- Job?

We're in danger of losing
far more than that.

- When is my debt
going to be repaid?

I can't continue like this.

Like some dog on a short leash.

- You are my last resource.

The only one I can count on.

You know them.

You know where they meet.

You know who they are.

You know every fine grain

of who they are and
who they aren't.

I got you out.

It cost me.

- Cost you?

Don't lecture me
about the price.

You can't expect me to play
both sides of the game forever.

This was your
agreement with them.

Not mine, yet I'm the
one who continues to pay.

You know what?

I'm just gonna end this tonight.

Wipe them out.

- No, no, no.

I won't have any part of that.

I will not have
blood on my hands.

- And when did that
start to bother you?

Or are you just worried

that the blood might
literally be your own?

- Listen to me, boy,
if you kill them,

the other clans will
come for revenge

and they will not
strike a bargain

as easily as the
one we made here.

Let's deal with
the devil we know.

- Well, the solution is easy.

Let me get rid of Maria.

There'll be nothing
left to fight over.

There's only a
handful of them left.

I doubt they want to retaliate.

Then I'll take care of your
biggest problem, The Priest.

The rest will scatter
like bunch of cowards.

And your secret will die
with him, and you'll be free.

- Free, free!

And if you fail within hours,

every filthy detail
that you've kept

for all these years
will be broadcast.

You'll be killed.

And as for me ,

once everybody knows that
Maria's father is my son,

I'll be shipped off
to some far corner

of the earth tending
to a herd of sheep

or mopping some ramshackle
conference floor.

But more than that,
more than that,

I will have failed
my son, yet again.

- And there it is at last.

It's always been about you
and your pride, hasn't it?

It it was never about
protecting Maria or me,

or getting rid of that bunch.

It's always been about you
and your God damn reputation.

I'm out.

- Hey, come back here.

We're not done
talking about this.

Don't do anything without
talking to me first.

Get back here, Sam!

Sam!

- Oh, you're right, you know?

Kill The Priest, then Reperata,

and Maria will be yours.

We can start over.

- Shut the fuck up!

- What do you people want now?

Isn't it enough you
stole my son from me?

- I was looking for someone,

and I hope you could help me.

He belonged to-

- Ben was a good kid before
you people screwed him up.

He was just a kid exploring.

Nothing wrong with
that until it was.

Now get lost.

- I'm sorry, Judge.

I truly am, but I had
nothing to do with any of it.

I just need to know
who led his group.

- Aren't you one of them?

- I'm just trying to help.

- Help?

It's too late for that.

Ben's buried out there
in the cold ground.

Get off my property.

- I assure you, Judge, I'm
not playing at anything.

I'm just trying to
prevent what happened

to Ben from happening
all over again.

- Nobody does
the right thing anymore.

Not unless they have
something to gain from it.

- You might be right, Judge,
but you're wrong about me.

- Wait here.

A cop asked me for this.

I told him I didn't
know where it was.

Just trying to protect my son.

Here.

You have what you wanted.

Now, leave me and mine
alone and don't come back.

- What are you doing?

Let me out!
- Hey, knock it off,

or I'm gonna end you right here.

- Where are we going?

- Just shut up.

- I know you.

You're that little boy.

The little boy Mother
Superior brought in.

She didn't know
what to do with you.

- I told you to shut up.

- She didn't know
what to do with you.

I know you.

Your mother left you,
just like mine left me.

You cried all night.

Nothing could calm you.

You have the mark
on you, don't you?

Right here.

The one they forced on you,

the ravens, you get a mooning.

- Stop!
- Thought in memory.

- Would you shut the fuck up?

- Who told you to take me?

Tell me.

- Help?

Coming from an ex nun who's
hiding behind the hood?

You want to help?

You know
nothing about me, Maria.

Nothing.

- Take me to them.

Let me try.

- Oh, I intend to.

- I promise you,
we're gonna find a way

to walk away from this madness.

Together, together.

- Together?
- Yes.

- No, I don't think so.

Did you ever wonder why the both

of us were left with Reperata?

Why her, huh?

They could have dumped us off

at the county children's home,
leave us with our relatives.

But they didn't, did they?

Huh?

Me, the little boy was left

at the girls'
convent, orphanage.

- I don't know.

Maybe our parents knew
her from St. Agatha's.

- They never stepped
a toe into any church.

No!

They were involved with Asatru.

So again, I ask why Reperata?

- I don't know!

- You're making me doing this.

- No!
- I don't wanna do this.

Fuck!

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

It can't be.

It can't be.

Fuck!

- Hey, are you hurt?

- I don't think so.

- What are you doing here?

- We have to get away.

- I know. What?
- Hurry!

- I've been looking for them.

I need to know who they
are, I need to see.

Let me go.

Let me go.
- Be still.

- He won't hurt me.

I know him.

That's John Sam, the little boy

that was with us at the convent.

He's like me.

- I know you're out here, Maria,

somewhere hiding.

Come out now.

Spare yourself from
something far worse.

Remember the story of Tyr
we were told as kids Maria?

He was responsible for
upholding ancients laws.

Remember?

To God's promise, Tyr,

if he would sacrifice his
hand, he will gain their favor.

But when the gods
didn't follow through

with the promises he'd made,

Fenrir, the great wolf
claimed Tyr's hand

as the compensation for
the lies of the Gods.

Tyr's act of bravery fulfilled
the god's end of the bargain,

not the way that
Gods had wanted,

but the way he understood it.

Get out of the forest, Maria.

Stay away from Reperata.

Maria?

- I don't understand.

Why does he want me
to stay away from you?

Why?

- He's talking nonsense
and so are you.

- No, wait for
them to move away.

Then we're getting out of here.

- Maria?

There's always one

that needs to play the hero.

- Indeed.

The scales are in oscillation.

It is a time of
immense darkness.

- Oh, I agree, brother.

Oh, there is no goodness left
in this world to preserve.

- On the contrary, the
good shine the brightest,

when your ill has the
darkest of shadows.

- Oh, are you saying you need
me for a reason to exist?

- No.

We simply exist on flip
sides of the same coin.

- Well, then tell me, why
aren't you chasing after Maria?

Or have you finally recognized

what a lost cause she really is?

And that you have abandoned her

when she needed you the most?

- If she doesn't pull the
thread, she will never learn.

In order to feel the rise,
she must experience the fall.

So tell me, Draugr,

what more must you prove to me?

Why aren't you buzzing around
your priest like a fruit fly?

- Like a fly to shit?

Oh, no, no, no, no,
you misunderstand.

He gets it.

But the harder I push,
the more he pulls away

and I am not one for an
extended foreplay, brother.

I figured you would've
learned that by now.

But no worries.

I am an anticipation

of a smashingly good
climax without delay.

- It saddens me to see
how far you have fallen.

You have become blind
to true strength.

You seek strength through
power, cruelty, and anger.

True courage is derived
from those willing

to sacrifice everything no
matter the consequences.

The truly strong may
appear weak and timid,

but they move forward
despite the fear.

- You were always
the weakest of us, brother.

Oh, but these past
few hundred years

have made you a
preachy little fellow.

I am bored of this.

- Sorry,
it's better this way.

Better than out there with them.

You have a million
questions, I get it.

But those who matter,
know you're with me.

- And your library ruse,
that's what we have here.

And you're tied to that chair
because you tried to leave.

Think of this place like
a protective custody.

And we're just waiting
for Maria to come home.

I can untie you now only if
you think you can trust me,

but if you try to do
anything stupid again,

I'll just figure you
prefer a jail cell.

Am I making myself clear?

- Yes.
- Good.

You must be hungry.

And just so you know,

I am not without sympathy
for your predicament.

- Please just let
me call my parents.

Just one call.

- No, let's get you
something to eat.

- Hey,
buddy, you in there?

Your car's outside.
- Damn it, Frees.

- Is he one of them?

- That wanted you dead?

No.

Listen to me.

As long as you do what I say,

you never have to worry about
anyone hurting you again.

Get it?

- This doesn't feel right.

You're lying.

- Why don't you bet
your life on it?

- No, but when you found
me and chased them off,

you knew their names.

They were afraid of you.

Why?

- I don't suppose you understand

what it's like to be caught
in two different worlds.

One you're born into,

the other, well, it wasn't
something I would've chosen.

Sometimes, the best thing we
can do is to live in both.

But it always comes with a cost.

You'll discover that, Jillian.

- I know what it's like.

- Then learning now like
I've been forced to-

- Yeah.

- Someday we all have to pay.

But life is
interesting, isn't it?

You think you have
it all figured out,

moving to a new direction,

then some asshole
pulls the rug out.

And that's when we learned
the hardest lessons.

- What lessons are
you talking about?

- We learned the difference
between wanting and needing.

We learned some things
are worth fighting for,

even though if doesn't
benefit us at all.

But losing feels like failure.

But it's actually victory.

Enough to chat.

I'm gonna go check on my buddy.

Stay here.

Don't move.

I'll be right back.

- Oh!

- You promised nothing would
happen to me, you swore!

- Shut up girl, you've
caused enough problems.

Shut up and keep running
or something well.

- I'm done, I'm going home.

- You can't go home again.

You can't go, never.

Not ever.

Come on, hurry.

- Because I killed that man?

When I told you what I did,

you said I could trust you.

You people are all crazy.

You know, maybe I am
too, but I'm not stupid.

You did something with
the body, didn't you?

If you rat me out, I'm
gonna tell him what you did

and then you'll go to jail, too.

- Listen to me, you
stupid little girl.

What you did was a crime.

You're more used
out of jail than in,

so count yourself lucky on that.

If I were you, I wouldn't
be poking a bear out here

all alone in a cemetery.

- How do you figure?

- You're the bear, right?

No, you're nothing.

Nothing but a dried up old hag.

People love me.

No one loves you.

You're all alone.

All you have is
that Maria person.

Should I say, your
granddaughter?

Yeah, don't look so shocked.

I know all about that.

The Priest told me.

You bitch.

- You're fucking things
up again, Reperata.

- She has to come with me.

If we bring her to them,
they'll be satisfied.

Maria will be free.

- Again, you mean you.

Bringing her to them is
not gonna free anyone.

You know, I finally
see the truth.

- I can't trust you anymore.

- Trust?

You don't trust anyone.

Not even your God.

You know before Maria's
mother brought her to you,

you at least acted like
someone I could look up to.

Now, what the hell
happened to you?

- When I got out of the Asatru,

I found safety in the convent.

Now, I fight this war
in the name of my God.

I do what I have to
for those sent to me.

And I do what is needed to
become victor over the fallen.

- Gods
this and gods that.

Saints and demons,
blah, blah, blah.

Boring!

Oh, I'm the purest one of all.

I don't make a
pretense out of what I'm after.

Oh, no.

We carry the same shield.

And you, Reperata,
you're just the worst.

Finally, you can see me.

What's the matter?

Haven't I met your
imaginations expectations?

And while you may
think it's a good idea

to use this girl as
a bartering chip,

you fail to recognize we're
doing the exact same thing.

But it
doesn't matter.

No.

The Priest will have her
and that irksome little vord

can't do a blasted
thing about it.

- You can't harm Maria.

She has the mark,
the sign of Valhalla.

She belongs to Odin.

He choose what
happened, not you.

If she's sacrificed, you
know what will happen.

- Who told you this?

- I saw the mark.

- Lies!

- Truth.

Truth.

Huh, you're going
straight to Nostrom

where the walls are not gold
and no reward as you hoped.

No, no, no.

The walls and floors will
be covered in snakeskin

and gates sealed preventing you

from ever walking
among the living again.

Hm?

You'll be living in darkness

and everlasting nightmares,

surrounded by those
just like you,

murderers the most
vile and wicked.

That will be your
award if Maria dies.

- No, no!

No, no!

Ow, ow, ow!

- What the hell's going on?

- Just get back to your car
and get outta here, Frees.

- I don't think so, man.

Are you okay, Miss?

- I'm not asking anymore.

Get back to your fucking
car and get outta here.

I got this.

- He took me, and he
won't let me go, please.

- She's been out here doing
things she shouldn't be doing.

We're going to take her home.

- Through the cemetery?

Nah, I ain't buyin' it.

What'd you do, murder someone?

What's your name girl?

- Jillian.

Promise I won't say anything

about any of this to anyone.

Just please take me home.

Come on girl, you're
coming with me.

- Oh, I asked you, man, and
I'm telling you again, okay?

Back to your car.

You know I don't need
to repeat myself.

- Come on, Jillian.

You're comin' with me.

You see my car over there?

Get in it.

Go, run.

Lock the doors.

Wait for me.

You better be here
when I get back.

I'm fucking serious.

- It's all crumbling
around us, isn't it?

If you really wanted
to protect Jillian,

you would've handed her over
to your partner already.

But no, no.

You're afraid of what she's
going to say too, aren't you?

Let's get her the
hell out of the car.

Come on.

Come on!

- No, I'm done.

So are you.

- Hi, kiddo.

Comfy in there?

- No, no, you're dead.

- Oh, of course, I'm
dead, darling.

- No, I can feel you.
- Oh.

- I thought I killed you.

- You killed me?

No, that would've been
my brother's fault.

I was murdered over a
woman, a damn woman.

Not even a particularly
pretty one at that.

- No.

No, I killed you.

At least I thought I had.

You're crazy.

- That's been said.

"Oh, hello lady.

I'm not interested.

I'm taken.

Oh, put down the knife.

What are you doing
with that thing?

Oh, oh, do you stab me?

Why are you stabbing me?

Oh, stop stabbing me.

You're going to kill me!

Right in the heart.

You stabbed me,
I'm dead."

- No, this is bullshit.

No.

This is total bullshit.

- Yeah.

- That nun and Officer Sam,

they put you up to
this, didn't they?

- Oh.

- They wanted me to
think I killed you.

- Nobody told me to do it.

I just did.

That's one of my better
moments actually.

But nobody
bothered to ask

why there was no bodies
in that alleyway,

no blood dripping from
the walls.

No.

They use your confession,
and you.

And they will again,
unless you put a stop to it

and find that priest.

Oh, oh, poor Jillian.

So lost, so misunderstood,
so alone, so used.

Oh, but they're over
there by the cliffs.

Oh, you could do
something about it.

Show them you're not anybody's
fool, rabbit.

- Who are you?

- Oh, I have so many names,

but you can call me Draugr.

- Draugr?

- Mama told you all about
me, didn't she?

- I hope I didn't hurt you.

I didn't know you wanted
to be here with us.

I couldn't be sure.

Here, let me see.
- Don't touch me.

I'm not surprised or afraid.

- And what do you feel?

- I feel sorry for you.

- Pity?

No, thank you.

I've already made my choice.

- Are you sure that everything

that you've done has
all been your choice?

Or maybe it has something
to do with that.

- What
are you talking about?

- It's becoming rather annoying.

I figured he'd see me,
but it makes no nevermind.

My plan is going
quite swimmingly.

- He doesn't want to see you.

That's why he can't.

- What are you going on about?

- Draugr, right there.

Where I'm starting to
think has been all along,

pulling your strings.

- All right, this
little game of yours,

it's getting very, very tiring.

You think that I'm just going
to drop it and walk away?

If there was a foul one
here, I would know about it.

- Maybe that thing is
too weak to show itself.

- What are you smiling?

- Am I?

Am I?

- Okay, no.

Just stop it.

Stop right now.

What is that?

It's just...

It's cold.

- Are you afraid?

Are you?
- No.

- And that's just mist.

That's all that is,
it's swamp lights.

- Come on man,
don't be a coward.

Don't be that monkey in a collar

she despised oh so much.

Oh, she wants you.

She's always wanted you.

Oh, fantasized about you in
her lonely little bed at night.

Oh, go on ask her.

- When this is all over,

you and I should reconsider.

Maybe there is something
to explore between us.

- Atta boy.

It's just like riding
a bike, pedal faster.

Faster!

- Oh, enjoying
yourself foul one?

- All right, stop!

Stop right now.

Just...

- I'm going to make a fire

and wait for the
others to get here.

- What the holy hell
is this, Jordan?

Who are they?

Or what are they?

I mean, dead is
dead, but they ain't.

- Jordan?

Not Father Payne.

Interesting.

- I told you she has talents.

- Ignore it.

- Think of them
as parlor tricks.

More like echoes.

- Officer, go home.

As for you, Jordan, God
will sort it all out

when it's your turn to die.

- Frees, leave us.

No one needs to die here today.

- Ain't nobody dying
here today, right Jordan?

You know this ain't what
you told me, Jordan.

Jesus.

People ask me why I don't
believe there's a God.

You know what?

You're on your own.

I'm out.

I was never here.

- I cannot go any further.

Beyond this tree it will
not be sacred ground.

- "For show and go or be
stuck here as a guest."

- Do not quote from
that pagan book, woman.

- "He finds amongst
the bravest he fares

that the boldest
he shall not be."

You fucking coward.

- Why are we here?

- For her.

But why can't she see me?

- Because you never saw her.

- You're with me, aren't you?

- "For he will command all
his angels concerning you

to guard you into all your ways.

On their hands, they
will bear you up,

lest you dash your foot
against the stove."

- And the same Bible says,

"Do not trust every spirit,

but rather test the spirits

to see if they are
delivered from God,

for many a false prophets
have wandered the earth."

Your little companion
lies, Maria.

- Enough with the whispering.

- Daddy, Daddy?

I miss you.

I know you're here.

- Grow up.

Nobody's coming to save you.

Daddy's right over
there by the tree line

with your mother and
that cowardly reverend.

Oh, like three vultures.

And your vord has had every
opportunity to save you.

But here you are.

Like you they're
waiting on somebody

to come and rescue them.

Waiting for somebody
to make the first move.

- I just wanna see my father.

- Daddy!
- Maria, wait.

Remember, remember this.

- Mother, Mother,
if you're here,

if you can hear me,

Mother, I forgive you.

I forgive you, Mother.

I do.

- You will get used to it.

- What is this, purgatory?

- Something like that.

It could have been worse.

Bright side, sometimes
people do visit the graves.

They never stay alone,
but it is a distraction.

- He killed me, you know?

Right over there.

And he just took
off after Maria.

- There's been a lot of that
lately, don't you think?

- Yeah.

But for what? For this?

No, there has to be
something we can do.

- Well, you'll have
plenty of time now.

- For what?

- To learn patience.

Believe me, I clung to my piety.

That's why I'm stuck here.

- Look over there.

Here she comes again.

- Hm, the guilty
always visit the most.

- Yeah.

- And here he comes.
- Yeah.

- Just like clockwork.
- Yep.

She could have done better,

that one, foul mouthed and think

he's really something
with his gun in his badge.

And really all he is is stupid
and clumsy and a coward.

- So, this is
what it has come to.

A martyr dies again.

I have failed.

Brother!

Brother!

What have I done?

I will never find peace.

I bargained
with The Dark Ones,

yet the living have won.

- No, brother.

Guilt is the only victor.

- I shall never walk the halls

of Valhalla like
you have brother.

Why?

Why can't I be forgiven?

- Because Eva,

you never asked.

- Water.

Can I have some water?

Water?

I was spared for this?

Allow me a taste of what
life could be like again.

You gave me hope and
then you torture me

just to extract a large portion

of my suffering and
punish me.

Where is the mercy?

Forgiveness?

If you do this thing,
someone's going to pay.

- We pay now or we pay later.

But someone always must be paid.

- "The people
who sat in darkness

have seen a great light.

And upon those who
sat in the region

and shadow of death,
light has sprung up."