All language subtitles for The.Accursed.2022.1080p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-EVO

And don't come inside
until the screaming starts.

Sit.

Commune...

or curse?

Curse.

Payment first.

Blood now.

And...

what fate...

for the owner of this blood?

I want the devil himself
to take possession of her,

for both to be locked
in hell together, forever.

Well...

the devil himself

never takes possession.

He sends one of his legions.

A demon?

Mm-hmm.

And it will be
whenever he so chooses,

unless...

What?

It'll cost double.

I'll get it, tonight.

As soon as we finish,

go to this person quickly.

She may be violently ill
and have supernatural strength.

You must take this knife

and wait for the point
of no return,

when the demon has come too far.

How do I know when that is?

You'll see the demon's
three fingers

emerging from the mouth
of the accursed.

Carve a crucifix

into the flesh of the throat,

above the chest.

Are you ready to gaze into hell?

Yes.

Mm.

Come and gaze at his blaze

of fire,

where winged embers rise

to kindling choir!

He is darkness.

He is whispers.

He is sweet

inside your heart.

He is heat.

He is smoke...

...in your throat.

What now?

We wait for the devil
to relight his candle.

Watch close my face,

for the face of the accursed
will soon take mine

but for a moment.

He...

is real.

He...

is imagined.

He...

is stationed at

the seal.

Ahh...

I...

I hear...

a fly.

But I... I don't...

I don't see one.

Do... do you hear it?

Only...

the accursed...

hears the fly!

Where...

did you get...

the blood?!

Where did you get this blood?!

My daughter bled you
while you slept, witch!

My name is Mary Lynn Crandon,

and this is
for my husband Thomas!

Sadie!

Next time we burn it down.

Elly, you need me to stay?

No, you go. I'm fine.

Fine.

Let's go with that.

So, are you going
to stay in town awhile?

Uh... probably
until I sell this place.

I want to get back to Haiti,
they need volunteers.

Lots of junk to clear out,
keep me busy till then.

True.

I can stop by tomorrow,
help you out.

You don't have to do that.

I want to.

I can bring wine,
like old times.

Great. Sounds good.

Hey, Beth?

Thank you
for coming to the service.

It means a lot.

See you tomorrow, El.

Hello?

Hello.

Hey, are you on your way now?

Um, are you in 1952?

Why am I always having to find

a land line number
to call you on?

Like, there is such a thing
as cell phones.

I'm sorry, I'm always losing it.

I've been cleaning nonstop.

Okay, well, since
you don't have a cell phone,

have you seen
your television set,

or is that too much
for you, too?

No. Why?

Oh, shit.

The news, like,
it's pretty rotten.

What's going on?

They're cutting off
all foreign aid to Haiti.

I mean, no one is going
in or out, nobody.

Oh, shit.

Sorry.

So, I called my team leader.

He said
the State Department issued

a level 4 travel advisory.

Level 4, that's bad, right?

Right. It means I can't
get a flight back.

I mean, the worst part is
those people still need help,

and we're just abandoning them.

People need help
here, too, Elly.

We're having a blood drive
at St. Luke's tomorrow.

You could start with that.

Yeah, sign me up.

Really? Now, that is
the Elly I know.

How about we do just
one more of these big boxes

and then pop open
the Vin de Luxe,

- since this is boring.
- Okay.

Yes!

Elly.

Mrs. Dudley, hi.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

It's nice of you to stop by.

I only came by to give you back
the spare key.

I...

I'm sorry I wasn't
able to make the service.

It's really all right,
don't worry about it.

Looks like you're busy.

Yeah, we are.

I was the one
who found your mother.

Mrs. Dudley,
do you want to come inside?

I wouldn't have gone inside
if I hadn't heard the music.

Hey, El, where are the boxes
from the attic?

Uh, check the kitchen.

I'm sorry... what music?

That old song she liked
to play, you know the one.

I was passing by on my way
to church when I heard it.

It was a record.

It should have been
skipping, but...

It just...

I just...

Mrs. Dudley, I'm so sorry.

You were always a really great
neighbor to us,

especially after my dad left.

Do you mean when he ran off
with that whore?

Why did you
run off on her, too, Elly?

She was sick.

She had nobody.

If you had been here,

I wouldn't have had
to go through that horror.

I'm sorry for what you saw,
but you have no right

to lecture me about my choices.

Hey! Okay...

I think you'd better
go now, Mrs. Dudley.

I haven't slept for days!

I lie in bed at night.

I keep seeing her face!

I can't believe she slapped me.

No one would believe
that she slapped you.

She's right.

About what?

Maybe I should have been here.

Elly, you were here.
You stuck around.

Yeah, until I didn't.

I hated my dad
after he left her.

Then I did the same thing.

Well, now, your dad walked out
on his wife and his daughter.

That is not at all
the same thing.

All you did was
go out of this town

and went and lived your life.

That's normal, that is healthy.

That is nothing
to feel guilty about.

Shoot, that's my ride.

Should I cancel?

No. No, you've got
an early start.

But I am gonna see you

at the blood drive
tomorrow, right?

- Yes, I'll be there.
- Like seriously.

You're gonna show up,
gonna be there?

- I'm really gonna be there.
- Okay.

You're not your dad

and you're not your mom either.

Okay? You're you,
and you're a good person.

Remember that?

Gamble residence, Elly speaking.

You must be the nurse.

Who's this?

My name is Alma Whitelorn.

I'm calling
on behalf of Ms. Ambrose.

She needs a carer.

Your mother recommended you.

My mother? When?

Last week.
We spoke on the telephone.

I'm sorry...

There must be a mistake.
I've been away.

I only came home
a couple of days ago.

Your mother said you'd be
coming home next week

and to try you then.

Is this a bad time?

Do you think she had it
all planned out?

Um, I don't know.

Maybe.

Ooh.

What happened here?

Oh, um...

Not long after my dad left,

I woke up
in the middle of the night

and... my mom was
sitting there with a syringe

and a little glass vial and...

she took my blood.

Were you sick?

I don't think so.

That's fucked up.

Maybe it's why I became a nurse.

Speaking of you
and your nursing,

you gonna take that job?

I don't know.
I could use the money.

The aid program was helping me
to pay off my nursing school.

I'm been kind of in danger
of defaulting.

What about the sale
of your mom's house?

Turns out she was
in some serious debt.

Okay, well, for once,
I cannot judge your mother,

because we both know
that I know about debt.

But I do think
you should take that job.

The change of scenery
would do you a lot of good.

Yeah. But it's out
in the sticks

and I don't have a car.

Okay, well, as per
my last email, I have a car.

It's a piece of shit,
but it's a car.

I'll drive, you get the gas.

You think she did it
to punish me?

Like trap me?

You're not trapped.

You're gonna sell
that musty old house

and... live your life.

The phone call was so weird.

I don't even know how
my mom knew these people

or... why she recommended me.

There, all done.

Shhh!

Go back to sleep, Eleanor.

Eleanor!

Get in here!

Mother?

Where were you?

I told you, I...

Where... were... you?

I was volunteering...

Look at me!

Do you smell that?

I pissed myself.

And nobody came to help.

Stop!

You should have seen that
nosy old bitch, Mrs. Dudley.

"Help! Somebody, come!"

She just opened up her big
stupid mouth and...

Elly, come on.

It's that crazy neighbor lady,

she just smacked this idea
into your head.

No, it was real.

I mean, it felt real.

Well, maybe you should...

you know.

What?

See someone?

Talk about it, professionally.

Like a psychiatrist?

Yeah, like a...

exactly like a psychiatrist.

Great, then I'll officially
turn into her.

That's not possible, you're
never gonna become your mother.

I'm just...

You're grieving,
and this isn't my line.

I don't know what to do
with this stuff, but...

you can stay with me
for as long as it takes.

Isn't that the record
your mom used to always play?

She always said it was our song.

It was playing
when Mrs. Dudley found her.

Then throw it in a box

or against the wall.

I don't think I can do that.

But I've decided
I'm going to take the job,

if you'll still drive me.

Hey, hey, I am so down
to do anything

that involves us
getting the fuck out of here.

- Okay.
- Okay.

What?

Weirdly familiar.

Take my hand.

Girl, are you, like, 100% sure
you still wanna do this?

This is really
in the middle of nowhere.

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Creepy.

Was she always
standing right there?

Must be Alma.

Yay.

Alma.

Miss Campbell. Hmm.

I'm Alma Whitelorn.

In charge of the Ambrose estate.

We spoke on the telephone.

You're late.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

The drive just took
a bit longer than we expected.

This is my friend Beth.

Hi.

The job's for one person.

Oh, I'm just...
I'm just the driver.

We're a little behind.
If you'll follow me.

Wow.

Refrigerator, oven.

There's no dishwasher
and no microwave.

I'm sure you can make do.

Yeah, no problem.

Help yourself to some fruit.

You can use the fireplace.

The nights have been
growing cold here.

A reliable land line.

You have my phone number
in case of an emergency.

I'll introduce you
to your patient now.

Don't mind if I do.

I made arrangements
for Ms. Ambrose

to have the best possible care,

but they couldn't provide her

with a private room
until Monday.

A bed in a ward
simply wouldn't do.

Ms. Ambrose
is a private woman.

Does she have any family?

A daughter.

But she went away some time ago.

Where did she go?

Your job is Ms. Ambrose.

A precaution, on the off chance

Ms. Ambrose were
to become responsive,

but that won't happen.

However, I must stress that
you do not leave these grounds

until the ambulance arrives
on Monday,

and I won't tolerate
any alcohol on the premises

or any visitors.

Ms. Ambrose is a private...

Private woman? Yeah.

I'll show you to your room now.

Perfect.

I wanted to ask you
about your time volunteering.

Yeah, of course.

Perhaps I misread
the dates on your résumé,

but it seems you were
caring for your mother

at the same time, correct?

Yeah, um...

My experience was
better suited to volunteering...

It's not easy
caring for family, is it?

No, it's not.

So, is this the daughter's room?

There are no other bedrooms.

I really must get going.

If you have any further
questions, I'll see you inside.

She is a real charmer.

Beth, can you
just not say anything else?

Have you met me?

Okay, fine, no problem.
I'll go get some air.

I can't breathe in here, anyway.

Oh, yeah, and I would take
the couch if I were you.

Why?

What if the daughter comes back

and finds Goldilocks in her bed?

How is the apple?

Mm.

Biblical.

She's crazy.

You're fuckin' crazy
for staying.

Well, she's not
gonna stay with me.

Okay,
there she is again. Hello.

Half up front as agreed.
The rest on Monday.

Thank you.

And you'll be leaving soon?

Yep. Right after you do.

Um, Alma.

Do you know how my mother
knew Ms. Ambrose?

I believe they were
old acquaintances, no?

Uh... maybe.

I'm not really sure.

Well, if that's all,
I'll say good afternoon then.

Thanks for everything.

Yeah, I rest my case.

All right, get it all out.

Okay, for openers,
you don't have a car.

That's why you drove me.

Which is exactly how I know
you don't have a car.

Also, you barely know
how to use a cell phone,

so, what if something happens?

You're in the middle of nowhere.

You would be literally stranded.

I'm looking
after a comatose woman

in a country cabin.

I mean, look at this place,
it's like an Airbnb.

Yeah, super nice Airbnb,

even comes with its own
little check-in receptionist

who's also married to Satan.

And then the host
stays with you in a coma.

Five-star review.

You're the one who talked me
into taking this job.

Yeah, because I thought you
needed a change of scenery.

- Yeah, this is it.
- That's not what I meant.

- Alma's gone now.
- Could you just stop?

Shut up, just stop!

Look me in the eye and tell me
you're not taking this job

just because
of you and your mom,

'cause there are
a lot of similarities here

I can't ignore.

Listen, I'm staying.

And I would really appreciate
your support on this.

Okay, fine.

Better give me your land line
because you and phones...

I already texted it to you.

Oh, you do know how
to use a cell phone.

Look at you, going
into the 21st century.

I'm proud of you.
You're fuckin' insane.

- Really sweet, thank you.
- Yeah, I know.

I love you too, bitch.

Ms. Ambrose, my name is Elly.

Now, I understand
you like your privacy

and I respect that,
but if you need anything,

day or night,
don't hesitate to call me.

I'll be here.

Okay, so I'm just going

to pull the covers down here.

Make sure you're nice
and tight... there.

Ms. Ambrose.

Hello, how are you?

Eleanor!

Get in here!

And no microwave.

Eleanor!

Eleanor!

Hi, Ms. Ambrose.

Just gonna check
your pulse here, okay?

Blue's a good color for you.

I'm sure you know that.

All good.

I think you look ready
for bed, huh?

Me too.

I'll just, uh...

sit with you for a little while.

Hello. Ambrose residence.

Hello, Nurse Gamble.

Hey, what's up?

Just thought I'd call
and check in.

Tried your cell, but per usual,

you threw it in the middle
of the ocean somewhere.

Sorry, I was sitting
with Ms. Ambrose

and I had some music playing.

Oh, it sounds romantic.

Not exactly, you weirdo.

Oh, so I found some old records,

and they all had
"Dorothy Ambrose"

written on them...
I guess that's the daughter?

You mean the one that
went away some time ago?

Do you really think
she'll come back?

Okay, are you having
a delayed freakout?

'Cause I can
still come and get you.

No, I'm fine.

Thank you for
the vote of confidence.

Listen, it turns out
that I'm off Sunday,

so how about I come down there,

bring you some real food,
perhaps some real booze?

I mean, that does
sound tempting.

Don't know what I'm gonna do

with all these
microwave dinners.

Eleanor.

Elly?

Yeah?

What is it?

Um... nothing.

But I should go.

Okay, just...
look out for yourself, okay?

Yes, nurse.
I'll see you Sunday.

Night.

Night.

Looks like someone's trying
to scare you is all.

Well, they succeeded.

I'll look into it,

but I don't think
you need to worry, ma'am.

It's probably some kids.

Do kids even live around here?

It just feels pretty isolated.

Yeah, you're right about that,
it is isolated.

But there's some farmland
that borders the property.

I'll ask around and see
if anybody saw anything.

Okay.

The place has a bit
of a history is all.

A history of...?

It's superstitious stuff

that people like you and me
pay no attention to.

But I'll check back in
if I find anything.

How long you planning
on sticking around for?

Just until Monday.
An ambulance is gonna come

take Ms. Ambrose
to the hospital.

Dorothy took ill?

No, Dorothy's away.
I'm looking after her mother.

Old Ms. Ambrose?

Yeah, that's right.

I thought she died.

Oh, no.

Well, she had a stroke,

but... still hanging in there.

All right.

Well, I better get going.

Yeah.

- Good night, ma'am.
- Thank you for coming.

Oh, any time.
Have a good night.

Good night.

Hey.

What's your name?

My name's Elly.

You live around here?

If you insist on staying there,

then I insist on looking into
that Alma lady, for real.

She creeps me out.

Okay, and how do you
propose to do that?

My dad has this investigator,
I think his name's Novak.

He uses him only
in criminal cases,

but he's really, really good.

You're serious?

Damn straight, I'm serious.

Just don't go too far
from that old telephone

and watch your back, girl.

Come and gaze
at his blaze of fire,

where winged embers rise
to kindling choir!

He is darkness.

He is whispers.

He is sweet inside your heart.

He is heat, he is smoke...

he is fire in your throat.

Dorothy, is that you?

My name's Elly. Alma hired me
to look after your mother.

I hope you don't think
I'm intruding.

Ms. Ambrose,
did you say something?

Eleanor!

I told you you could
never leave me again.

Do you hear me, Eleanor?

Do you hear me?

I'll always be with you!

No!

No! No!

No!

So, what did Novak find?

It's what he didn't find
that bothers me,

a record of any Alma Whitelorn.

Maybe she's just
a family friend helping out?

Novak asked around.

Nobody's ever heard
of this Alma woman.

Far as he knows, it's just
Ms. Ambrose and a daughter.

- Dorothy?
- Right.

She's listed as
the mother's next-of-kin.

Look, pumpkin.

There's something else.

There's rumors about
this place going way back.

Now, I know most of it sounds

like old campfire
ghost stories to me...

- But?
- But...

I've never seen
my guy so spooked.

If I were you,
I'd pull Elly out of there.

He thinks it's
all kinds of wrong.

- Novak said that?
- Mm-hmm.

Fuck.

I mean shit. I mean...

Sorry, Dad.

Didn't mean to startle you.

Just paying a quick visit.

I'm Mary Lynn Crandon,
and this is my daughter Sadie.

Hi. I'm Elly.

Sadie's here to apologize.

So you were the one who threw
the apple with the note?

She meant well, but...

she just went about it
all wrong.

Apologize to the lady.

It's okay,
there's no real harm done.

Did you wanna come in
for some coffee or...

No.

I have to run
some errands in town.

I'd be happy to drop you off
at the bus station.

What is she looking at?

A bad memory.

You've got no business
being here.

I'm a nurse, I'm here
to care for Ms. Ambrose.

I know something about
Ms. Ambrose that you don't.

And what's that?

She's dead.

Um... hi. Excuse me.

I'm looking for one of those...

Shoot, I don't know the name.

They're like
in all the horror movies

and like investigator...
shows, whatever.

They're like micro... Oh!

Micro fish.

I think you mean a "microfiche"?

I have one.
I can show you if you like.

I would love that.

She's dead?

That's not possible.

What's in that back bedroom

is a demon in a shell,
nothing more.

That's enough.

I locked them up together
in hell

with the crucifix
I carved in her throat.

Your daughter is right here.

That wicked Jezebel,
Dorothy Ambrose,

wants her mother out,

but the only way
it will let her go

is if it has a nice
young body to slip into.

That's where you come in.

Get out of here,
or I'll call the cops.

And I know your daughter
has my phone,

I want it back now.

She's no thief.
She only came here to warn you.

Why doesn't she speak

instead of sneaking around
leaving horrible notes?

Sadie.

Oh, my...

The doctors said
it looked like her tongue

had been chewed off in the womb.

I know that whatever did
the chewing is still in there.

Dormant.

I see it sometimes.

The way she looks
right straight through me

or when she's staring
off into space.

But don't think I won't be
ready for the day it wakes up.

Thomas...

my husband?

He gave into temptation,
just once.

But when he tried
to break it off with Dorothy,

she became fixated on him.

When he rejected her,
she had a breakdown.

She told her mother
that he'd been spreading

filthy lies about her,

and then she went
and ran off like a coward.

"Dorothy Ambrose,
pictures from..."

So Ms. Ambrose
put a hex on Thomas

and his unborn children.

That's how Sadie came to be
one of the accursed.

What did you get
yourself into, Elly?

I'm sorry, do you really expect
me to believe in curses?

We were skeptics too.

Until our second.

Lily.

She wasn't as strong as Sadie.

Died a week after she was born.

Thomas blamed himself.

So one night he came out here...

and he hung himself

from this tree.

Sadie found him
the next morning.

Froze pretty bad.

Oh, my God.

"He who is hanged
is accursed of God."

Deuteronomy 21:23.

I'm so sorry, Mary Lynn.

Well, I took my revenge.

Although we're not done yet,
Sadie and me.

Maybe you should stop now,
just call it even.

Even?

What if something
happens to Sadie?

What if you get
yourself arrested?

What kind of example
are you setting?

You don't have
a daughter, do you?

- No.
- Well, if you did,

you'd know there's no stopping
them turning into you,

sure as night follows day.

She covered her neck,
didn't she?

What?

Look, you can bury your head
in the sand if you want,

but mark my words,

we will burn down this cabin.

I thought you were off tonight.

- I am.
- Okay, so what did I tell you

about getting yourself a life?

Yeah, still working on that.

Listen, if a patient
is checking into

a private room on Monday, would
that be in the system yet?

You trying to shack up
with the patients again, Beth?

Uh, fuck you.

No, I am checking
on a friend's mother.

So could you do me a huge favor

and please just run
her name through the system?

I mean, I could,
but you owe me a margarita.

- Yeah, fine, whatever.
- Okay.

Ambrose.

Yeah, there's nothing here
for the next 30 days.

Eleanor.

You are my baby girl.

And I'll always love you.

You'll be my best friend
'til the end.

I'll never leave you.

When the night is cold,
I'll be there to warm you.

Every dream you had before,

we'll make them all come true.

'Cause you're my baby girl,

and I'll always love you.

You'll be my best friend
'til the end.

I'll never leave you.

Ms. Ambrose, can you hear me?

Oh, no.

Sorry, this number
is not currently in service.

Shit.

Shit.

Come on, Elly.

Please leave your message...

Come on, goddamn it!

Come on, come on, come on.

Answer the phone, damn it!

- Sorry, this number...
- Fuck!

You should just breathe.

Dad?

It'll all be over soon,
Eleanor, just one more.

Oh!

Alma, is that you?

Please.

Thank you,
little-fat-baby-Jesus!

Ms. Ambrose!

Ms. Ambrose.

Eleanor!

After Daddy abandoned us,
at least we had each other.

But when you left too,
I was scared.

I couldn't survive without you.

I had to bring you back.

You'll be my best friend
'til the end.

I'll never leave you.

Hello?

El?

I brought your favorite.

Eww!

Elly, it's me.

Oh, my God.

How long have you been in here?

I brought wine
to celebrate because

I was on my way to save you
from that crazy house

when I got your text.

I have so much tea to spill
on that crazy little bitch,

I don't even know where
to start.

Elly?

Elly, come on,
you're freaking me out.

You want to go downstairs?

I know... I know...

Speak if you have
something to say!

I know your secret,
you two-faced cunt!

You left me!

I'll never leave you...

Where did you go?!

You're my baby girl!

You left me all alone!

Shh!

Open up, please.

- It's Officer Green.
- Come in.

Look, it's not safe here.

Oh, you got that right.

Now, we got a tip that a woman
named Mary Lynn Crandon

is gonna burn this place
down tonight,

so I came here to warn you
and escort you into town.

Okay, great, let's go.

What about Ms. Ambrose?

Um...

she's dead.

- I thought you said...
- I know.

I know, I was misinformed.

She still back there?

Look, I don't know
what the hell that thing is

in the bedroom but I
was lured here for something.

Lured?

I thought you said she was dead.

We need to leave now.

I'm not leaving
some old sick woman

to be burnt up in her bed
by some nut.

Look, you can't go back there.

You can wait out front
with my partner if you like.

Fuck!

Officer Green,
don't go in there!

Just wait outside.

Ms. Ambrose?

Ma'am, are you in here?

Oh!

- Open up!
- Back away from the door!

Get out of there now!

Step away from the door!

She's not human,
you have to get out!

Officer Green, please!

Please listen to me,
I was set up!

- You have got to get out!
- Please! Please!

Just listen to me,
you have to listen to me.

You have to get out now!

Officer Green, open the door
right now!

Please!

Please!

What the fuck?

Officer Green?

Help!

- Officer!
- What happened to you?

Uh... It's a long story.

Wait, where is my partner?

She killed him.

- Who?
- Ms. Ambrose.

I need to find out
what the hell's going on here.

Get in that house...

Beth?

Oh, Beth. Oh, my God.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm so tired.

Alma? What did you do?

Alma, please...

Now, hush.

This won't hurt a bit, Eleanor.

Everything's gonna be okay.

There, there.

All done.

Where is she?

Shh!

Your mother brought you here
a long time ago.

You were just a girl.

I gave you an apple.

She wanted to put a curse
on your deadbeat daddy,

but she didn't have
any money to pay with,

so she paid in blood.

Your blood, Elly.

A curse for a curse.

My mother stored it
in the cellar

in case she'd ever need it,

but you destroyed it tonight,

and now I'm calling in the debt.

You're out of your fucking mind.

Your mother always knew
this day would come.

That's why she came back.

That's why she hanged herself,

to offer you up.

It's your fate, Elly.

Then why did you have to kill
Beth, you psycho bitch?

It's a catchy song.

I can see why
you hum it all the time.

Wait, wait, wait! Wait.

Dorothy... I know you're
Ms. Ambrose's daughter.

You don't
have to pretend anymore.

I get what it's like
to look after a sick parent.

You were right, it's not easy.

Believe me, I know.

Listen, Mary Lynn
told me everything.

I don't blame you
for running away.

Fuck.

I lied to you about
why I was volunteering.

I couldn't handle
looking after my mother.

I was scared of her, I was
scared of turning into her,

so I ran way, just like my dad.

I left her

when she needed me most.

And she killed herself.

I know your pain, Dorothy.

My name is Alma.

There's your friend.

In your face!

Always had an answer
for everything!

Well, I fooled her, didn't I?

Now, swallow her down!

This is a ritual
my mother taught me.

Are you ready...

to gaze into hell?

"Come and gaze
at his blaze of fire,

where winged embers rise
to kindling choir!"

"He is darkness, he is whispers,

he is sweet inside
your heart."

"He is heat, he is smoke,

he is fire in your throat."

Ms. Ambrose?

"I invite you
to rise out of your shell."

"I implore you
to visit us from hell."

He is coming
for his fresh vessel!

Yes!

No...

What's happening?

No...

What's happening to her?

Take her!

You!

Curse you!

You tried that already.

"Demon, O Demon,
take back now to part

well of flame
that floods the heart."

"Demon, O Demon,
return to thine host,

rejoin thine legion,
abandon this host!"

"Retreat now, O Dark One."

"Scatter your ashes
to the winds."

"He's brightness, he's singing,

he's the balance
for the blood."

"He is ice, he is pain,

he is lightning,
and he is rain."

Let's go!

Eleanor!

Don't leave me!

Hey, Elly, I'm gonna
grab a coffee.

- Want anything?
- I'm okay, thank you.