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I had an epiphany
a long time ago.

And I felt God was trying
to tell me something.

But...

He's been silent since.

And I'm so sorry about imagining

snapping the necks
of your little girls.

Hey, why do you
have blood on your leg?

I don't have blood on my leg.

See?

The Slaughter of the Innocents

isn't killing two-year-olds.

It's corrupting the eggs.

LeRoux is dead.

Oh, my God.

He was bludgeoned.

We're thinking by his
wife, but we're not sure.

I'm... so sorry.

That is-that is...
that is terrible.

No, it's not.

Your troubles are over.

Aah!

Mom, what's wrong?

Nothing. Go back to sleep.

What happened?

- Is Dad home?
- No, no, no, he's not home.

What? I didn't do it.

What are you doing, Mom?
Why are your hands dirty?

- They're not dirty.
- Yes, they are.

- You want us to help clean them?
- Were you digging?

Why are they dirty?

Okay, shh! No-no-no-no-no-no...

Shh! Everyone go back to sleep.

Everything's fine now, okay?

Please, God.

Please, God. Please...

Please, God.

Help me...

Help me see again.

The man was
discovered in the backyard

of his Bay Terrace home.
The body has been identified

as Orson LeRoux,

the recently convicted, and
then cleared, serial killer.

There are no suspects
at this time,

but New York police are asking

for the public's assistance.

It's called RSM Fertility.
We think there's an attempt

- to corrupt its fertilized eggs.
- I'm sorry, what?

We've been dealing with
a lot of cases piecemeal.

Demonic and possessed children.

We think it's not an accident.

We discovered it's
connected to this clinic.

And you think it's... what?

A demonic presence is trying
to corrupt a generation

through manipulating their eggs.

And-and you two
believe this, too?

Well, one of my
daughters was conceived

with the help of that clinic.

So if there's something wrong,
I'd like to know what it is.

Your Eminence,
we want to focus on this

exclusively. We've always talked

about getting
proactive with evil,

not just reacting defensively.

Do you have the
children's names?

Um, I've

tried to access the
clinic's databases online.

They've wiped them clean.

We are looking into other ways

to locate the parents
and their kids.

Okay, okay, let me look at it.

Meanwhile, I have an
important assessment.

This is important...

And I'm not saying it isn't.

But this came to us
directly from the cardinal.

He has a new
parishioner, a good man.

He's been giving
generously to the Church.

And he finally confessed why.

In his youth he allowed
himself to become possessed.

- Allowed himself?
- Diabolical subjugation.

He voluntarily submitted.

To the Devil?

- In exchange for...?
- It's better

that he tell you
himself. He's here.

Your Eminence, can we talk?

Saw that your serial
killer's dead.

Myserial killer?

LeRoux. Bludgeoned?

Is there anything I should
be worried about there?

I have no idea what
you're talking about, Ben.

The blood on your leg
yesterday. Your hand now.

There's nothing you
should be worried about.

In fact...

I put this in my
hand last night.

I got a skin rash.

Could you see what the metal is?

How long was it in your hand?

Just a few seconds.

Can I see your hand?

No.

His Eminence wants us
to handle this first.

He's in here.

Is this the guy who sold
his soul to the Devil?

Oh, hello there.

You're kidding.

This is Leland Townsend.

- We've met.
- Yes...

David and I are casual
acquaintances and Ms. Bouchard

and I share a profession.

This is the man who
wants an exorcism?

Yes, please.

Some of my past
choices have been so

ill-advised.

And my life, of
late, is undergoing

such a change.

The most wonderful, vibrant
woman has entered my life.

Our wedding is right
around the corner.

My mother.

- That's right.
- Really?

What a small world.

But I want no roadblocks
to our future happiness.

I still have certain

dark moments.

So, David,

Kristen...

Ben.

Knowing my heart
and mind as you do,

I think you'll find that

an exorcism is in order.

We cannot fall for

a word that comes out
of that fucker's mouth.

- Ms. Bouchard.
- I know, I know you think

you know him, Your
Eminence, but you don't.

It doesn't matter if I know him.

It only matters if
we can help him.

But he doesn't want help!

How do you know that?

- Because he's demonic.
- He's a psychopath.

But isn't that why
we're obligated to help him?

David, he has come here
saying he's possessed.

- Oh, my God.
- He's come here saying

he's welcomed the diabolic

into his life. You're
saying the same thing.

So the only question
is whether or not

he's being genuine in his plea.

And that's the goal
of assessing him.

Should he receive an exorcism?

You're doing this for the money.

- What?
- You said

he's giving generously
to the Church.

The cardinal has
become his friend.

- That has nothing to do...
- Oh, it has everything

to do with it. And he...
that man in there...

Wants to co-opt you.

He wants to co-opt us.

That's why he
proposed to my mother,

that's why he came to my house.

And now he's moving on
from me to here, to you.

Are you done?

I'm not done if
you're not listening.

Jesus said, "They that
are whole have no need

of the physician, but
they that are sick."

If Townsend is sick, then all
the greater glory is God's.

Why didn't you say anything?

Hmm? I was thinking.

- What?
- That we should be smart.

- And what is smart here?
- Well, look,

I don't believe in possession,
I don't believe in exorcism,

but I still think that
we do some good here

because we target bad people

and keep them from
hurting good people.

Ben, this is a con job.

Exactly. So let's con him back.

How?

We're gonna assess him, right?

We're gonna find
out about his life.

We're gonna talk to him,
he's gonna talk to us.

- He's gonna lie.
- Exactly.

And in my experience,
people who lie

reveal just as much
about themselves.

So let's let him lie.

Well, isn't this civilized?
Look at the four of us.

Mr. Townsend, why do
you want an exorcism?

Well, I'm in love.

What does an
exorcism mean to you?

It's the Roman Catholic
Church's attempt

to separate man from
his darker nature.

And my darker nature has enjoyed

a pretty free rein.

How exactly did you go about
offering your soul to the Devil?

Well, you don't offer, you sell.

And unlike with your Christ,

where the rewards don't
come until after death...

And then not particularly
well-defined...

With Satan, it's
a clear contract.

The rewards are now,

it's always something
that you've asked for,

- something you covet.
- What did you covet?

How have you been sleeping, Ben?

- Well. What did you covet?
- No nightmares?

Mr. Townsend,
we can only assess

your need for an exorcism

if you answer our questions.

Otherwise, we have other cases.

Well, then, let
me set the scene.

High school, senior year.

Class of 1979, Roosevelt
High, Des Moines.

Kristen has been kind enough
to investigate my background.

- And talk to your ex-wives.
- That's right.

A whole cornucopia of
biographical details.

Marching band, never
made it to prom.

Kristen, you're looking
especially fetching today.

What am I missing?

Oh, this is what I look
like when I'm bored.

Go ahead. You were
setting the scene?

Roosevelt High, Des Moines.

- Mm-hmm.
- After marching band,

I was forced to ride
the school bus home.

The bus driver enjoyed
making fun of me.

Incessantly.

I had always been
intrigued by the dark arts.

And one day I decided to
apply what I had learned,

and I conjured up
the living Devil.

My soul in exchange

for the excruciatingly
painful and lingering death

of that bus driver.

What was his name?

Luke Faraday.

What exactly did
Satan look like?

I'm sorry?

You said you conjured
up the Devil.

What did the Devil look like?

Tall. Seven feet.

Body thick with gray-brown
hair, an animal's muzzle

and long, curving horns.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

You look different.

- I'm not.
- Ready to start?

Yes, but I wanted to make sure
about the ground rules first.

The ground rules?

We have patient/doctor
privilege, right?

Jaffee v. Redmond,
Supreme Court decision,

demands absolute protection
from communication between

psychotherapists and
their patients...

Kristen, what is this
about, a parking ticket?

And it cannot be reported
to the police, as long as

- it's not about a future crime.
- Okay, yes.

- We both know the ground rules.
- And I also know

how psychiatrists
sometimes bend these rules

and tell anonymous
stories to the police

in order to achieve what
they consider justice.

- That would never happen...
- Kurt,

I worked with the D.A.'s
office. It happens all the time.

Kristen, you know how seriously
I take confidentiality.

It's absolutely sacred.

I will in no way share
or hint to the police.

Now, what are we talking
about here... shoplifting?

I killed someone.

You killed someone?

How-how did you kill someone?

I took an ice ax,

I went to a man's
house and I killed him.

In self-defense?

No.

Kristen. I...

I don't...

- What were the circumstances?
- Well, you heard me talk

- about Orson LeRoux...
- Mm-hmm.

The serial killer, right?

So, he was
threatening my family.

So I went to his
house with an ice ax.

I told him not to come
near my family again

or I would kill him.

And he said he was
gonna call the police,

tell them I threatened him,
and when they came for me,

he was gonna go to my house
and kill my daughters.

So I stepped inside,
I closed his door

and I hit him over the head.

I, um...

I'm stunned. Um...

You couldn't find any other way?

To protect my daughters? No.

The way you're telling me
this, you don't seem bothered.

I'm not. I am...

I'm glad he's dead.

And the police?
You're not worried?

No. They think
it's LeRoux's wife.

- Oh, my God.
- They-They're wrong.

They'll quickly find that out.

She was with friends.
I made sure of that

- before I went to his house.
- You made sure she had an alibi?

- Mm-hmm.
- So it was premeditated?

You knew you were going
there to kill him?

Well, I knew that
if I did kill him,

they would blame his wife, so
I made sure she had an alibi.

So, um

how do you feel about
your actions now?

Mm...

I can't change my actions.

And I wouldn't.

So, if you, uh,

if you're not bothered, why
call me to come in today?

I came in contact with
an object last night,

and it left a rash on my skin.

- Yeah, is that a-a cross?
- Yeah.

It's from a rosary, it
had a crucifix on it.

Uh, I'm wondering if I might be
showing psychosomatic symptoms.

Oh, um...

Well, uh, we have talked about
your Catholic guilt before.

Could be a-a remnant, an
anachronism from your childhood.

Have you seen anything
like it before?

Well, I have had people
come in with rashes

on their neck and back.

You know, the body has
a tendency to object

even when the mind doesn't.

Kristen.

You're pretending
to be unaffected

by a terrible act.

So your PTSD is
coming out in ways

both primitive and sub-logical.
That's why the rash.

I want you to take this
prescription of prazosin.

And we should talk again.

- Lexi...
- Mom, it's my teeth.

- What? Is it the brushing again?
- No, I don't know.

I was just sleeping and then
it just started hurting.

Let me see.

- Ow, ow, ow.
- See... Hold on, hold on.

It's just about your baby teeth.

- Ow!
- What? What happened?

Nothing. You've just...

You've got some
sharp teeth coming in there.

Am I a freak, Mom?

No.

You are the best daughter
in the whole world.

And you have the
most beautiful smile.

A vampire smile.

No. A beautiful smile.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

- Hey.
- It's cobalt.

Cobalt can cause a rash.

Oh, sorry.
Is it too late?

No, no, no. It's-it's
fine. Come in.

So, cobalt can cause a rash,

but more importantly, it's
a great conductor of heat.

So if it's heated up
even a few degrees,

it can cause a burn.

Let me see your hand.

See, that's a burn.

Where was this?
Where was the cross?

Whoa. Whoa. What happened?

What the hell? Did
you slaughter a pig?

It's, uh, teeth issues.

Um, so, it was here.

This was on, right?

Uh, I don't know.

The girls turned it on?

It was on earlier, and
it was cooling down?

That's what did it.

- You think?
- I know.

Cobalt doesn't create
a rash on its own,

but you heat it
up, yes, it will.

What'd you find
out about the bus driver?

Luke Faraday died in 1978.

The same year Leland
went to Roosevelt High?

- Yeah. I couldn't find him.
- His name was Jake Perry.

Leland's name was Jake Perry.

You did your own research?

Yes, a few weeks ago.

How'd the bus driver die?

There was a crash.

Luke Faraday was
trapped inside the bus.

The fire was so intense,

nobody could get close
enough to help him.

No other vehicles involved.

The bus just seemed to careen

- out of control all by itself.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, that means nothing. Right?
Nothing supernatural anyway.

He knew this bus driver died.

Made up the tension with the
bus driver to match the facts.

So how do we find
out if it's a lie?

I talked to his ex-wife
before. I'll call her again.

See if he even knew
this bus driver.

Well, good, you do that.

We'll go in and deal with him.

Mr. Townsend.

Where's Kristen?

Uh, she was hoping
to join us later.

She's not ill, I hope.

Did you look up
Luke Faraday, Ben?

I did. Tell us more about him.

Poor man. He had such a
future in bus driving.

It's such a promising
career. Don't you think?

Instead, that awful fire.

Suffered for a week
in the hospital.

Unimaginable pain.

So, how do you decide if
I'm worthy of an exorcism?

We ask questions,

looking for causes other
than the supernatural.

What causes?

Mental illness.

So if I'm a psychopath,
I can't be possessed?

No, you can be both.

Yay.

Then what is it that you do?

I'm the comic relief.

I look for physical causes.

And if there are physical causes

of my diabolical possession,
then I don't get my exorcism?

That's right.

You don't believe.

In the Devil? No.

In God?

No.

Do you ever pray?

In the dark of night,

when there are strange sounds,

strange forebodings?

Do you?

Do I pray?

Oh, yes. To my father below.

- Mm.
- You should try it sometime.

It's so comforting to pray
to power instead of weakness.

Did you know that Christianity
is the only religion

that prays to a criminal?

The more I listen to you, the
more ridiculous you sound.

You're gonna have a
dream tonight, Ben.

Good guess.

One you've never had before.

Oh, my God. Tell me more.

Ah, Kristen.

We've been having the
most wonderful chat.

I'd heard that you were ill.

Oh, no, not at all.

I was just having
a wonderful talk

with your ex-wife, Janie.

Ah. The lovely Janie.

How is she?

Good.

She was just telling me
how you never took the bus

because you had your own car,

so you never knew Luke Faraday,
and he never teased you.

So there was
absolutely no reason

for you to pray to Satan to
cause his fiery accident.

Any thoughts on that, Leland?

Well, of course I
lied. I'm possessed.

Did you really think that
the spawn of the Devil

would be honest with you?

Well, we believe the
spawn of the Devil

would at least offer some
evidence that he was,

in fact, the spawn of the Devil.

It's an eight now,
but this read nine last month.

And ten before that.

It's counting down my debt.

I have eight months
to get you to help me.

You're saying you
didn't do that tattoo?

I'm saying that Satan did this.

I was home one night.

I heard scratching noises

moving around on
my hardwood floors.

Like the claws of some
beast coming for me.

How do you run away from
something you can't see?

And then a searing pain,

like a claw digging
into my flesh.

Carving out the number eight.

Really?

God, how frightening for you.

I understand your
skepticism, Kristen,

but have a little pity.

It was awful.

Well, it's a good thing
we're investigating.

We'll have to examine
your residence now.

What? No, that
won't be necessary.

Actually, it is.

We'll check with the
bishop, but I'm sure

- he'll agree.
- Mm.

Yeah. We need
to look for signs

of demonic infestation.

Or we could just drop this
whole thing right now.

Good.

It's settled.

Tomorrow.

We'll drop on by.

This is not real.

Kiss me. Come on.

Why won't you kiss me? Please.

Okay, this is from
the talk today.

Leland put this in my mind.

You know what I love?

Men's nipples.

Remember the safeword?

Cas-3.

Just a second more, Lexis.

My goodness, those are
sharp, aren't they?

They've been hurting
for a long time.

I think this will just require
a little reshaping, that's all.

Can you do it today?

- I think so.
- Do I need a shot?

Just local anesthesia.
It won't hurt.

- Maybe we won't do these today.
- Is everything all right?

It's nothing to worry about,
but incisors can be tricky,

and these

are buried pretty
deep in her jaw.

- Why?
- Sometimes

teeth form this way in the
womb if the mother had a fever.

It's nothing to worry
about, Mrs. Bouchard.

I just want to put Lexis
under general anesthesia

to deal with the
underlying problem.

- Is the operation serious?
- No, no.

It just means going in deeper.

Let's do it Thursday.

Am I all right, Mom?

Oh, you're great, babe.

Why are my teeth like this?

I don't know. They just are.

You know, my feet were
webbed when I was a kid.

- Really?
- Yeah. I don't know why.

But everyone made fun of me.
They called me Swamp Thing.

So, I stopped caring.

I just decided I would climb.
I'd read about it in a magazine.

I started climbing
everything. You know, school,

the side of our building,

- a mountain.
- Should I do that?

No.

I'm just saying, kids make fun

until they realize
who you really are.

Told Leland we
needed four hours.

He'll be back at midnight.

Well, very tasteful.

Looks like he removed anything

that'd reveal anything
about himself.

He's being sarcastic.

Nothing in the bathroom.

No mirrors.

David.

He's toying with us.

Hey, I got something in here.

- I'm in.
- It's not password-protected?

Yeah, but not a great one.

"Lucifer8."

Seems like he does most
of his work in the cloud.

Can you add some
surveillance software?

I could hack into his webcam

so the camera light
doesn't come on,

and we could watch
him whenever we want.

Yeah, great.

All right, so Leland said

that he heard scratching
noises, right?

Hmm.

Anything?

Oh!

Oh...

Turn off the lights.

They're too loud.

Sorry.

Huh, really weird.

What?

No sound.

So maybe he lied
about the scratching.

No, no, no. That's
not what I mean.

Usually an apartment
building will have

all kinds of ambient
sounds, you know?

Wood settling,
water in the pipes.

But I'm getting nothing.

It's like it's completely

devoid of any natural sound.

Oh, oh, oh...

- Oh, I got something.
- What?

Coming from there.

Oh, no, that's...
The thing does a.

Are you all right?

- some cheap-ass alarm?
- No,

Maybe you're right.

Whoa...

There.

I feel air.

- Fuck.
- Whoa.

- Damn.
- Oh, my God, what is that?

A dead rat?

That is not how a
dead rat smells.

Ah, that's the sound.

Paper flapping.

- Sigil map.
- The photos we took.

- How did he get it?
- My mother.

What is all this writing?

It's some weird-looking math?

- Chinese?
- Is that Arabic?

I don't recognize it. Hold on.

Oh...

Do you think he wanted
us to find this?

No. I would never have
found it without the sound.

So we put it back exactly
the way we found it.

Ow! Oh!

- Oh, man.
- You okay?

What happened?

Good morning.

A tattoo kit?

Is that what the all-powerful
Prince of Darkness used

- to mark your ear?
- You did it to yourself.

Everything you
told us was a lie.

I'd go with histrionic
personality disorder

in addition to the
raging narcissism.

You strip everything away and
you just don't seem like a man

who's had his every
evil wish granted.

Maybe I'm just very patient.
Did you ever think about that?

Take my bitch of an ex-wife,

- for example. Janie.
- Oh, right, I just

spoke with her. Her life seems
infinitely better without you.

Hmm.

You might want to
talk to her again.

Hi, may I speak with Janie?

Are-are you one
of Janie's friends?

My name is Kristen
Bouchard. Who's this?

I'm... I'm Janie's mother.

She's been in an accident.

I-I'm so sorry.

What happened?

A truck hit her car coming home.

She's in a coma.

I'm not convinced.

Your Eminence, he's
lied about every past

evil act he's offered
to support his claim.

What about his ex-wife?

You said she was in a coma.

Leland could've found that
out all sorts of ways.

It certainly doesn't
mean that he caused it.

Look, I'm not an
unreasonable man.

But I'm getting calls
from the cardinal.

You want me to convince
him, then convince me.

You believe Townsend
is a psychopath?

- I do.
- Then give me a positive

analysis of psychopathy,
instead of a negative analysis

of possession.

- How does she do that?
- Interview him.

You know...

Your job.

So, what do you think?

I think he's right.

I need to evaluate him.

Something funny?

No.

It's just the chair.

Knowing who else has sat there.

I'm going to ask you a series
of true or false questions.

Aha, the classic approach.

- Your birth name is Jake Perry?
- True.

You grew up in Des Moines, Iowa?

- True.
- At the age of 18,

you sold your soul to Satan?

True.

It must be so difficult

with your husband
away all the time.

You feel sad when people
around you are sad?

- False.
- You like sunsets

- more than...
- Sunrises?

Why, yes, I do.

Just how insane are you, Leland?

Insane?

What a quaint term.

By the way, how's little Laura?

- Is her heart all better?
- Oh, that's right.

You stole my therapy notes.

Which just means
that you're a thief.

If you want an exorcism,

you're gonna have to
do better than that.

You're no more evil than...

No more evil than what?

You?

Ever since you've been
working with David,

things have been
happening to you.

Darkness has come
into your life.

You let it happen.

That's why you're easy.

David will be harder.

He's the real prize.

Which is why I need your help.

Oh, dear God.

It's a trade... you want me
to leave your daughters alone?

Then help me tempt David
away from the priesthood.

He's two months away
from ordination.

Two months

of potential sexual activity.

Yum, yum.

Just tell him I
need the exorcism.

That's all.

He shows all the
signs of a psychopathic

narcissistic personality.

So your view hasn't changed?

No, he wants us to think he
has some supernatural power,

but his grandiose
claims are just part

of his narcissistic defense.

- What do you think?
- I think it's

up to us whether there's
value in taking this further.

You mean suggesting an exorcism
just to see what he does?

The only reason not to is
because he wants us to.

Well, there's
another possibility here.

- What's that?
- It's a cry for help.

- What do you mean?
- Well, he wants an exorcism

because he wants to be good.

- No.
- Yeah,

I don't believe it, either.

So we recommend no exorcism?

Agreed. What's he doing?

Nothing. He's just
staring straight ahead.

He's been like that

- for ten minutes.
- You think it's a loop?

Well, I thought of
that, but the shadows

outside the window
aren't repeating.

Okay. I'll see
you guys here in an hour.

Okay, yeah, I'll be there.

I think we're gonna
have to go a little deeper

Oh, my God!

Oh! We need a doctor!

Oh, my God! We need a
doctor in here! Oh, my God!

We need a doctor
in here, someone!

Feel all right?

I feel funny.

Yeah.

It's just the anesthesia.

It'll wear off.

All right.

I'm looking for
something definitive,

but I'm-I'm not seeing anything.

Well, I expected,
going into this,

that we would only find
what he wanted us to find.

As you can see,

- he left...
- Yes, I'm reading that.

Interesting. Maybe even
somewhat disturbing.

Your evaluation
wasn't very long.

Sorry. What?

There are aspects
of his psychology

that fall outside of
known conventions?

- That's right.
- But you still believe

his issues are
long-standing narcissism

and psychopathic traits.

- Correct.
- David, you wrote

you don't think an
exorcism is appropriate.

He doesn't want one.

He wants to con the Church
into doing his bidding.

I'm going to recommend
to the cardinal

that we go forward
with the exorcism.

Well, then it doesn't
matter what we said.

It does matter.

I listened. I
considered your opinion,

and I came to a
different conclusion.

Wait.

I want you three to be there.

- Be there? For what?
- His exorcism.

You all believe
Mr. Townsend will mimic

- a possessed soul.
- Mm-hmm.

He will.

Then that's why
I want you there.

To be my skeptical eyes.