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Hey Claire, I'm back!

Come see what I got.

Richie, Elizabeth!

Come to the den quickly!

Come on!

This is awesome!

So raw.

So...

So primal.

Hey guys, you gotta see this!

Claire, Richie, where the hell are you?

Guys, guys, can't you hear me?

I found the painting, the last one.

My collection is finally complete, Mom.

Mom, check it out.

Henry, your big brother finally did it.

I found it.

I don't know.

Claire?

Claire, seriously, bills can wait.

Claire.

Elizabeth.

Come see what daddy brought home.

Really?

No one cares?

No one cares?

No one cares!

No one?!

Elizabeth, where's your brother?

He's probably in his bedroom.

Richie!

Richard!

No respect for art!

None whatsoever!

One respect!

For this, that, that, that, that, that, that!

What the fuck?!

I'm sitting here talking to you guys.

I did not say that!

Or that!

But what can I do?

I...

Oh...

I know.

What can I do, huh?

What can I do?

Mom?

Henry.

Claire?!

Oh!

No!

Oh my God!

You did this to them.

You made me kill them.

You did.

You did, you did, you did!

You, you, you made me kill them.

They were my family!

Not you!

Not you!

Not any of you!

This ends here.

And it ends now.

That's impossible.

And finally, the highlight of tonight,

a stunning collection of these seven masterpieces

created in 1891 by Dorian Wilde.

This was his last known work

before his strange and sudden disappearance.

But his magnificent work speaks for itself.

Ladies and gentlemen,

behold,

"The Animals."

Aren't they called "The Sinsation Collection?"

I'd like to think of them more as--

What do you think, Gina?

You're the animal lover.

Did you have a pet goat on the farm that looked like him?

Why, are you jealous?

Yeah, I can't compete with that.

Ms. Barryman, can we bid separately on the paintings?

No.

They're sold as a set.

It took us years to find these paintings.

I also like that pond painting.

Over a hundred years.

Reunited at last.

Something about it.

I say we start off at 200 thousand.

I can do two!

Two right here!

We got 200 thousand.

Three.

We've got 300 thousand.

Thank you, Stephanie!

Seven paintings is a lot.

Where would be put them all?

Well, you know we have the room.

We've got 350 thousand from Mr. Carter.

Do we have any other bidders?

Nope.

I'm taking these babies home.

It's your call, you're the interior designer.

I'm just the lonely architect.

Going twice.

Four kids from two marriages,

how could you possible be lonely?

Short attention span.

351!

Seriously!

Yes or no, last chance.

Come on!

Do we have any other bidders?

Come on, guys.

Well it is for a good cause.

We have 500 thousand from the Wilsons.

Going once.

Going twice.

And sold to the Wilsons.

And that concludes our auction for this evening.

Thank you all for coming.

Thank you.

Thank you for a wonderful evening, Miss Barryman.

Congratulations, Mr. Wilson.

They're lovely paintings.

Aren't they?

I'm so glad you ended up with them

and not that annoying guy.

Thank you.

Tess?

Tell me more about this picture.

I'd love to, come on.

Should we go?

Yes, let's get out of here.

That's quite a purchase you made there, Mr. Wilson.

Are you an art collector?

Not really.

A fan of Dorian Wilde's work perhaps?

To be completely honest,

before tonight I'd never heard of the man.

Do you know much about the history of his work, Mister?

Mendale.

I am somewhat acquainted with his work, yes.

They are hard to forget.

Father Mendale.

Do you like it?

Yes.

Where did it come from?

It was donated to our church.

Now I know serpents are not the usual symbol of our Lord,

but all God's creatures,

and it's just such a magnificent piece

that I thought, why not?

It's almost so real you could just reach out and touch it.

It almost bit me!

I'm just kidding!

Have a wonderful day, Father.

You too, Sister.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You're welcome.

If...

if thy eye offends thee!

Thank you so much, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson,

for the purchase of the paintings.

- Thank you. - I'm sure that

you're gonna enjoy them.

Yes, have a great night.

It was nice meeting you.

Wait, please!

This is hard to explain but

do not hang those paintings, I beg you.

Well what can you do with paintings

apart from hanging them?

Destroy them.

Don't let the animals fool you.

They will not bring you happiness, only despair.

The man who created these paintings was very disturbed.

He was washed up, regarded as a failure.

There's a darkness underneath the paintings,

an evil within them.

- Is this man bothering you? - Well just--

Can I see your invitation to this private event, sir?

Get outta my way, I'm trying to warn them!

Time to leave, sir.

I used to be a priest!

Get your hands off of me!

You should be used to the laying of hands!

Are you aware of the seven deadly sins,

- Mr. Wilson?! - I am so sorry.

I don't even know who he is or how he got in.

What time should we expect the paintings?

Between 10 and 12, if that's okay?

That's perfect.

Thank you.

- Be safe. - Thanks, guys.

I really like the jungle painting.

It'll be a nice present for Louis

when he gets back from college.

So Suzie is your sister

who's still in high school?

No, Suzie's my half baby sister.

Donna's my other sister, she's 17.

Our mom is my dad's first wife.

Really, Lou?

What?

You told me your parents lived in a house.

Not a freaking mansion!

A home by any other name.

Is an estate or a castle.

I wish you would've told them

I was coming with you on this break.

I wanted it to be a surprise.

Relax, they're gonna love you.

This is gonna take some getting used to.

Well, if you don't like it,

we can always stay at the Four Seasons or Trump Towers.

Lifestyles of the rich and obnoxious, no thank you.

Dad?

Gina?

Donna?

They may be asleep already.

It's only 10.

Still, no need to wake them.

Ah.

Donna?

Hi, Louis.

What're you doing in the closet?

Well, I heard you pull up

and then I thought I'd surprise you

but I heard voices and realized you weren't alone,

so I didn't know what to do.

Hello.

Hi.

I'm Kim.

I'm Lou's friend from college.

My girlfriend.

Oh.

Awkward times a hundred squared.

This situation, not you,

you're so pretty and...

I'm gonna go to bed, okay?

Donna, it's okay.

No, it's not!

Welcome home, goodnight.

Okay, maybe I should've told them that you were coming.

You think?

Mmmmmm

I told you it was like

working at a zoo at this place.

Well, you know, they hired us,

so there you go.

Yeah, yeah.

You be careful, they're gonna put you in a cage.

Half a fucking million.

I don't get it.

I don't get it.

You know what they say,

"Art is in the eye of the beholder."

That's beauty.

And there ain't anything beautiful about a pig in shit.

I think that's mud, Murray.

Looks like shit to me.

Will, got anymore beer?

Just the one I'm drinking.

Hey, what's your problem, man?!

Damn, Murray.

You eat some hot chili peppers or something?

I'm so fucking thirsty all of a sudden.

Holy shit, man, stop it!

You're gonna be sick!

Get off!

Get off!

Oh my God!

Murray!

So, how did you two meet?

- A poetry class. - English Lit.

I'm impressed.

My son taking poetry.

Literature.

There's just some poetry included.

A rose by any other name.

Would be a different flower, thanks, hun.

And what are you studying, Kim?

The classics.

I'm and English major thinking of becoming a writer.

A painter and a writer.

A match made in poverty.

Gina would know with all her charity work over the years.

Well, it's nice to have money.

Only if you spread the wealth.

Hey, you got that from me.

Dylan drives his partners crazy with his building designs.

He makes sure everything is as environmentally conscience

as possible, green energy.

It may not be the cheapest way

but at least I can sleep at night.

And sleep is very important,

especially when you have a seven and nine year old

running around constantly.

Just to be clear, Jack and Suzie are amazing kids

but they are exhausting.

Yes.

Dad, someone's here.

Oh, it' probably our delivery.

I told you they're cool.

The perfect father, a really nice step-mother,

a shy but sweet sister

and two adorable, fun-loving children?

Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry, Lou, but we have to break up.

Huh?

Every family has one weirdo or bad apple in the mix

and I just realized it must be you,

which means I can do better.

Shut up.

Make me.

Plan to.

Be gentle.

Thanks guys.

Mr. Wilson, where do you want us to hang these?

Just put them in the living room.

We'll unwrap them ourselves, thanks.

Hey, you know this ain't my job.

What happened to Will and Murray?

You don't wanna know.

What's all this, Dad?

You think Gina and I could leave an auction empty-handed?

Just a little color to bring some life to the walls.

How much did they cost?

Ever heard of a painter called Dorian Wilde?

Nope.

Then we probably paid too much.

There we go.

An artist needs a place to work.

Wow.

Your dad and I thought when you come home from college

it might be nice to have a place to paint

when the muse hits you.

Okay, coolest parents ever.

This is really too much.

All artists need benefactors.

Comes with the territory.

There's nothing wrong with struggling

but it is nice to have some support as well.

I wish my teachers thought so.

I told you not to listen to them.

Your drawings are amazing.

Wait, what're they saying?

They think my ability is there but

there's no passion to my work.

You know, maybe this Dorian Wilde will help inspire you,

get those creative juices flowing.

Maybe.

Maybe I could help get those juices flowing.

We have some other paintings to hang.

Yeah.

Have fun, you two, yeah?

Hey, Betty.

So are you ready for tonight?

No.

I'm not going to Tiffany's spring break party.

Why not?

Because, I wasn't invited.

Even if he's gonna be there?

Who's gonna be there?

Bobby Stanford!

Isn't he dating Tiffany?

What do you wanna do now?

Take a look at this painting, Kim.

Yeah, I saw it.

No, really look at it.

The colors.

The shadows.

There's an element of danger.

It's exciting.

The jungle, the lion.

It's wild, huh?

Do you know the artist?

No, I don't think so.

Look him up.

I'm gonna paint something.

Ribbit.

Dylan, come up to the bedroom please.

Oh, that looks good.

That looks even better.

Come here, Dylan.

The kids are outside.

Donna is just downstairs.

I don't care.

In the middle of the day?

I don't know if I can.

Good, I like a challenge.

Oh, whoa.

Oh, honey.

Yeah, like I'm gonna be able to compete

with the prettiest girl in school

who's also the head cheerleader.

Tiff's a bitch, and you're you.

You could get him if you really tired.

It doesn't matter.

I have better things to do anyway.

Such as?

Well,

I have to study.

There's nothing wrong with being yourself.

Why fight what you can't change?

It's not fair,

Tiffany Roberts looks like that.

Tah-tah, Tiffany.

What a bitch.

Or that she has a boyfriend like Bobby.

You're too good for her, Bobby.

Too good.

Why shouldn't you have those things?

♪ When I get up to Heaven ♪

♪ I don't see any stars ♪

Hey, man, you're looking a little down.

You want another beer?

Sure, Teddy.

What about you, buddy?

I'm good.

I doubt that.

You're right.

J. Andrew Brown on the rocks, please,

and put Mr. Jackson's drink on my tab.

Yes, sir.

I heard what happened to our friend last night.

I don't wanna talk about it.

Sometimes talking helps.

What're you, a therapist?

No.

I used to be a priest.

Murray was a great guy.

Never saw anything like it.

He drank until he...

Until he burst.

♪ And all I see around me ♪

Did he have any contact with

one of the paints from the Sinsations collection?

I don't know what that is.

They're animal paintings, it's a series.

There's one of a pig swimming in mud.

Oh yeah.

That's what he was looking at before he...

Before he lost his mind.

Gluttony.

What?

That painting.

The pig represents gluttony.

Look, Father--

I'm not a father anymore.

Yeah, that's what my dad told me when I turned 12.

Look, I came here to drink

and to mourn the death of my friend.

Not listen to a sermon.

Excuse me.

♪ City lights keep shining ♪

There's not much about Dorian Wilde online.

Seems like he was pretty much considered

a failed artist most of is life.

Critics know nothing.

Nor do teachers.

So...

Let's see what you've been working on today,

Mr. Wilson.

Yes, the dimensions are accurate.

Color palette is fine.

This painting does noting for me emotionally.

Where's your heart?

I don't see you in here at all.

You're soul is missing from your work.

Every painting,

every drawing,

should captivate the viewer.

Suck them into the art where they cannot look away.

How many times must I tell you it takes

blood, sweat and tears to create a masterpiece?

Something to be remembered.

I'm not getting that from you.

Your skill is present but you subjects are lifeless.

Make me feel something!

Did you feel that?

Critics are a dime a dozen.

They have no idea what true art truly requires.

Isn't that right, Louis?

But he was correct about the blood, sweat and tears.

God knows that's what I've had to do to create my work.

Dorian Wilde?

In the flesh...

So to speak.

But contrary to popular belief,

the blood, sweat and tears don't have to come from you.

When in a bind, others will do.

Consider every painting a battlefield.

Art requires sacrifice.

But true a true artist must get his hands dirty.

You must prepare for war.

Louis?

Louie.

What?

I said, I couldn't find out much

about Dorian Wilde online.

But I did find something about these paintings.

They were called "The Sinsation Collection."

"Sensations" is an accurate term.

Definitely feeling something.

Strength?

Power.

Not "sensation," "sinsation."

But what do lions and toads have to do with sins?

Kim, get over here, I want to paint you.

Yeah right.

I'm serious.

I told you, I don't model.

You do today, not take off your clothes.

What the fuck, Lou?!

I need to see you, I need a muse!

Screw you!

Oh yeah, yeah.

Harder!

Fuck me harder!

Jesus Christ.

What the hell is up with this family?

Hey, Kim!

Hey, Donna.

What're you doing?

I was gonna ride into town.

It's time to make some changes.

Wanna come?

That nearly gave me a heart attack.

Were you scared?

Stiff.

That's okay.

Whoa.

Whoa! Whoa, down girl!

Okay.

No, no, no, no, that's not what I meant.

I have work time.

Emails to make.

Calls, business to run.

Fine.

I'm gonna grab a bite.

I think you already have.

Sorry, Kim, I'm so sorry.

I don't know what got into my back there.

It was like I was, I don't know.

Please don't go.

- Just drive, Donna. - I wanna give you something.

No, stop.

You don't need her.

You can find somebody else to be your subject.

Hey, where you guys running off to?

Amy and Terry's dad is here.

Can we go play at their house?

Please?

Oh, I think you've played enough today.

Why don't you go downstairs and watch some TV or something?

You can play tomorrow.

Bye, girls.

Bye Amy, bye Terry.

Bye.

Bye, Suzie.

You guys hungry?

- Sure. - Sure.

No, no, no, no, that's a waste of money.

Doesn't help our bottom line.

Scrap that expensive shit.

Profit is what our investors want, got it?

Yes, also those trees in Lot B,

cut them down.

We need more room for the parking lot.

More cars means more people which means more business.

The only green we need to worry about from now on

is how much more we'll be filling our pockets.

Miss, excuse me, you forgot your bag.

That's a present for you.

I don't wear them anymore.

Okay, thank you for that.

Enjoy.

Bye.

Ah, now it's new shoes time.

Hey, Donna, I think I'll skip the footwear department.

Uh, are you sure?

I mean, all girls could always use a new pair of shoes

and I've got plenty of credit on my card.

Thanks but I think I'm just gonna go for a little walk.

Catch you later.

Donna, do you know where your parents

purchased those paintings?

Uh, yeah, Center Art Gallery.

It's like three blocks that way or something.

Thanks.

Have fun.

This is gonna be more than fun.

I'm gonna be the envy of the whole party tonight.

Oh well, catch you later.

Bye.

You have to give me the Wilsons' address

where those paintings were sent.

And you need to leave my gallery before I call the cops.

Go ahead, call the police and I'll tell them

you're responsible for what happened

to Murray Trenton last night.

That was a very unfortunate accident.

And is that what you call what happened

to Douglas Winter's family, an accident?

Yes, I know where you got the collection

and I know what happened to the last family

that owned those paintings.

That was a tragedy.

The man obviously went crazy.

All the result of Dorian Wilde's paintings.

I'm trying to stop it from happening again, Ms. Barryman.

You can't claim an artist's work was responsible

for the actions of a sick individual.

Mr. Wilson, his wife and anybody that comes

into contact with hose paintings is in danger!

I'm calling.

God help you, lady.

Ooooooh.

Sick and evil paintings.

How are you?

Actually, this is one of my favorite pieces.

I like it.

That's because you have excellent taste, Mr. Simon.

And I'm sure that your wife--

Oh, I'm not married.

Even better.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir.

I couldn't help overhearing that conversation in there.

Were you just discussing the Sinsation Collection?

And what, may I ask, do you know about them?

Not much but my boyfriend was just given

the lion painting today.

Wrath.

It's the deadliest one.

Wrath is uncontrolled hatred and anger.

Your boyfriend's in grave danger.

So are all of those near him

as long as he's in possession of that painting.

Dylan.

Ready for round two?

No time.

Busy making money.

A whole lot of money.

Since when do you care about that?

Since I came to my senses.

I've been a fool, Gina.

Losing millions of dollars for what?

Nobody cares.

I'm gonna be so stinking rich I can buy...

Canada.

The whole fucking country.

I need you now.

Later!

Later!

Jack?

Suzie?

You kids okay?

Yeah.

What're you doing?

Nothing.

Okay, well Mommy needs some alone time for a little bit.

Be good, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

What is it?

It's slimy like a snail.

Let me feel it.

Welcome to the wonderful world of snails.

Snails are delightful creatures

and live very happy, peaceful lives

when left to their own devices.

Snails use a slimy substance known as mucus

that enables them to move over rough surfaces

while keeping their soft but powerful little bodies--

Snails are cool.

I wanna be a snail when I grow up.

Me too.

And so you shall, children.

And so you shall.

Oh.

Do you want to feel the rapture, Gina?

Yes.

Pleasure beyond all limits.

Yes.

I can give you that if you let me in.

Will you let me in?

Yes!

Yes!

How did you do it?

How did you create passion?!

It's hopeless.

Useless!

What will it take?

I should just kill myself if I cannot create real art!

I would give my soul to make something

that lasts the test of time!

That's what it was like back in 1890.

I couldn't get a break.

Nobody appreciated my art so I made a deal.

All I took was blood, sweat...

Tears.

Yes.

You see,

I found a benefactor.

I was commissioned for a very special assignment.

If I succeeded, I would be remembered and live forever.

I had to create seven specific paintings

that all represented a certain theme.

Biblical, you could say.

Each one was a piece of the whole.

Painted with a bit of myself.

But that wasn't the hard part.

Creating the canvases, now that took work!

Let me show you what I mean.

Do not be afraid.

She cannot hurt you.

She is already dead.

I borrowed this from my good friend Jack.

You might know him as "The Ripper."

But his true identity was...

Well, that's another story

for another time.

You see, the canvases had to be created by human skin.

My client was very insistent upon that part.

Sins of the flesh and all that.

For "Lust," there could be no substitute,

so a prostitute would have to do.

Since you're here, would you care to help with this part?

The peeling is much easier with two people.

You want to be a real artist, do you not?

I told you one must get their hands dirty.

Van Gogh cut an ear off two years ago,

so it's not like this kind of thing is unprecedented.

Hey, Donna.

No, it's okay, go back to the house without me.

I'll take an Uber to the house in a little bit.

Thanks for checking in.

Sorry, continue.

Seven paintings, seven sins,

all represented by animal.

Gluttony is the pig.

Greed is the toad.

Sloth are snails.

Envy is depicted as a snake.

The goat is lust.

Pride is the peacock.

And the lion is wrath.

The earthly paradise.

Misdirected love, deficient love and excessive love.

Exactly.

Man's downfall.

The worst temptations.

But they're just paintings.

No, they're not.

They're powerful.

I've tracked these paintings for years

and every owner that has had them in his or her possession

has disappeared or worse.

Dorian Wilde,

Dylan Wilson,

the names are not a coincidence.

Douglass Winters slaughtered his entire family

then committed suicide.

These paintings, they, they corrupt the soul.

Dad!

No!

Douglass!

Doug, Doug, Doug!

Doug, what are you doing?!

No!

Douglass!

Daddy, no!

I've seen it with my own eyes.

I had an encounter with the envy painting

when I was younger.

It filled me with bad thoughts, wrong ideas.

I had to stop what I was seeing.

Father Mendale?

Father Mendale!

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, help me!

Oh, Father!

Greg, Greg, it's me, Father Gregory!

- Leave me alone! - What have you done?!

You did that to yourself?

"And in that day,

"the deaf shall hear the words of the book.

"The eyes of the blind

"shall see out of obscurity and out of darkness."

Isaiah 29:18.

I did what I had to do.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Mendale,

but it's getting late and I have to go.

Something must be done, Miss Candlin.

I got it, I understand.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Mendale.

Wait!

I have to go to the house, to the paintings.

I don't think that's a good idea.

♪ Reveal ♪

♪ I feel ♪

♪ I'm haunted ♪

Oh,

Gina,

you surprised me.

You surprised me too.

Ugh, looking good.

You like it?

Turn around.

♪ I'm haunted ♪

Oof.

Good enough to eat.

Thanks.

I just hope Bobby likes it.

Well if he doesn't, he's gay.

I just have one recommendation.

Lose the bra.

Really?

Keep your high beams on at all times.

Good advice.

Voila.

Tell Dad not to wait up.

I'll be late.

Have a ball.

Take two.

They come in pairs, you know.

♪ Haunted ♪

♪ And I can't breathe ♪

♪ I can't breathe without your ♪

♪ I'm still haunted ♪

I don't want to discuss it!

Sell the stock and up the purchase price of the condos!

I want more!

More profit,

more cash, I want more!

Dad?

Have you seen Kim?

One moment, Sid.

Can't you see I'm working here?

I'm busy making money!

It's almost 9PM.

Not in Tokyo.

I'm looking for Kim.

Who the hell is that?

My girlfriend.

Haven't seen her.

Been busy.

Buy, buy, sell, sell!

Well I'm going out.

I need to find a vic, subject.

I need a subject for my art.

You know, you're looking a little pale there, Dad.

Go, go, go, get out, let me work!

Thanks.

The majority of land snails

lay eggs in the soil.

Tiny snails hatch out of the eggs.

Some species are predatory

carnivores or omnivores.

So remember, kids,

even though people eat snails,

some snails, if given the chance,

will also eat you.

Will someone answer the fucking door!

Hi there.

Mrs. Wilson.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you.

It's okay.

I'm already disturbed.

Is Louis around?

He went out.

Donna too.

Where are my manners?

Come in.

We can have ourselves a little girls night.

Mr. Wilson's not home either?

Working all night.

It'll be just the two of us.

Cannonball!

♪ When, when the night ♪

♪ Comes for you ♪

♪ There is nothing that you can do ♪

♪ You can't run ♪

♪ You can't hide ♪

♪ When the night comes ♪

♪ When the night comes ♪

♪ Sun is gone, black of night ♪

♪ See your face from the moonlight ♪

♪ All around darkness falls ♪

♪ You hear a voice of ♪

♪ Sun is gone, black of night ♪

- Evening, Betty. - Donna.

I...

I didn't think you were coming.

Oh, don't worry, I intend to.

Huh?

Watch and learn.

♪ When, when the night ♪

♪ Comes for you ♪

♪ There is nothing ♪

Is that...

Donna Wilson?

Is this a joke?

Great party, Tiffany.

Thanks for the invite.

That's funny because I don't remember sending one.

Bobby, do you like my new outfit?

I bought it just for you.

Actually, I think it would look better on Bobby.

Don't laugh at me.

Whatever.

Hey, that's mine!

I want it!

Whoa.

Sorry, Donna isn't feeling very well tonight.

Yeah.

What're you talking about?

I feel just fine.

Wanna have a feel?

Donna!

Bobby, can I have a moment with you?

Yeah, sure, I guess.

Is she kidding?

♪ You can't run ♪

♪ You can't hide ♪

What's up, Donna?

Let's see.

What're you doing?

You, Bobby Stanford, right now!

You used to be Tiffany's but now you're mine.

I am so not!

Get off of me!

I don't belong to anyone!

What the hell is going on?

Absolutely nothing.

I'm getting another beer.

Slut much?

You know, you really are pathetic.

What makes you think that Bobby would ever want you

when he can have all of this?

I could have that body.

No.

Never in a million years.

Go home.

Loser.

Did you just--

I just wanna get more with you for my money.

It's called haggling, baby.

Haggling costs you extra.

Browsing or buying?

Looking for a model.

You've already been through the Victoria's Secret catalog?

Get in.

I'm not cheap.

If you say so.

You know, I found out some information today

about these paintings and the artist who created them.

Oh really?

Do tell.

Rumor has it

the artist, Dorian Wilde,

was into the occult and made a pact with the Devil

in exchange for everlasting life,

through his art.

And which sin does this one represent?

That's supposed to be lust.

You don't say?

Uh, yeah.

Well I chose the right room to hang it in, didn't I?

Some people believe the paintings hold a power to--

You're so tense.

The power to influence the people who view them.

Influence them how?

Where did you say your husband was, Mrs. Wilson?

He's working all night in his office.

The kids are down in the playroom, so we won't be disturbed.

And please,

call me Gina.

The paintings work.

Give in to them.

Become one with me!

No!

Meet my favorite client, Kim.

Wow.

You really are an artist, huh?

I told you.

Did you paint this one?

It's good.

That is my muse.

I thought I was gonna be your muse tonight?

You are my subject.

Now take off your clothes.

Look, if I'm fucking or just posing,

it's gonna cost you the same.

300 an hour.

Fine.

Now, get naked and lay down on the cloth.

Lay down?

I thought you were going to paint me.

I am.

Is there someone else here?

Just you and me.

Ah.

Now that body will be mine.

But...

I don't need all of it.

Just a few

choice

parts.

Relax.

Close your eyes.

When you said paint me,

I didn't know you actually meant paint me.

Mmmm.

You will be a real work of art when I'm done.

Now come on.

Admit it.

Deep down, you enjoyed that.

Right?

Wrong.

Come back!

Donna?

Fucking die, dirty bitch!

Oh, hi Kim!

What do you think?

I got myself a new boob job and it didn't even hurt.

Oh, oh, and these lips,

they kissed Bobby Stanford.

Okay, you can open them now.

You painted me in your blood?

It was the only way to get the proper shade of red.

Now I'm perfect.

Where you going?

You want a thigh?

Aw.

Seven years of bad luck.

Mr. Wilson!

Mr. Wilson!

Come quick!

Mr. Wilson?

Mr. Wilson?

Mr. Wilson?

Help me!

Help!

Help me!

Help!

Jack!

Suzie!

Where are you guys?

Help!

Help!

Anybody, please help!

Please, help!

No.

Kim!

Come on, join the family!

It's just me, Kim, it's just me.

Oh, God.

You were right.

You were right about everything!

The paintings have possessed this family!

All right, listen to me.

Listen to me.

They've corrupted their souls.

The only way to stop this is to burn the evil canvases.

Where are they?

Most of them are in the house.

Where in the house?

Lust is in the upstairs master bedroom.

Envy is in Donna's bedroom.

Greed is in Mr. Wilson's office.

Sloth is in the children's playroom downstairs.

Pride is in the living room.

And, and I think,

gluttony is in the kitchen.

Where's wrath, the seventh sin?

In the garage.

All right.

You get the wrath painting,

I'll collect the others.

Good evening, Father Mendale.

You remember me from last night, Mrs. Wilson?

No, from a few years ago.

Just before that little mishap with your eye.

Dorian.

In the flesh.

Well, in this flesh.

Oh, it's nice in here.

Warm and squishy.

This is her daughter, Donna.

Hi!

Yes, she is fun to play with.

Come join us.

Damn you.

Leave that woman.

I banish thee!

That won't work here, Gregory.

I'm not a demon.

You son of a bitch, I'm gonna rip you up and destroy you!

Don't touch the art!

Help.

Help me.

How many families do you have to destroy

before you're satisfied?

All fame comes at a price.

Just look around you.

My paintings,

just like the seven sins, are timeless.

No expiration date.

They never go out of style.

What did you do?

It takes blood, sweat, and tears, Kim.

Blood, sweat, and tears.

But mostly blood.

Just look at pride.

All those colors.

So vibrant.

So beautiful.

You are aware that pride was the original sin

and the worst one of them all.

Yes.

It is said it was pride that caused

Lucifer's fall from Heaven.

It's me, Louie, it's me.

Louie, it's Kim.

The woman you love.

How can a man love a woman

who won't be supportive of his work?

His passion!

This isn't you, Louie.

You've been corrupted by the paintings.

No!

Dorian Wilde has shown me the light.

What it takes to create true beauty in this world.

Everlasting art!

Pride is a person who believes himself

better than everyone else.

Every normal man.

Isn't that right?

Yes, it is a horrible sin.

But isn't that exactly what a priest does?

Puts himself in a higher plane to be closer to God.

Holier than thou.

He believes himself better than every sinner around him.

A priest is the epitome of a righteous man.

A proud man.

A better man.

You are the deadliest sin.

You are pride and you must be punished.

No!

No!

Oh Lord, no!

Stop trying to run, Kim!

There's no escape from wrath!

You're not wrath!

You're Louis Wilson,

the man I love.

And the man who loves me.

Where?

Where did you get that?

I found it outside.

You got this for me, didn't you?

That's why you brought me here to meet your family.

You were planning to give this to me.

That's not me anymore.

Yes, it is!

No.

No!

Nothing can come between me and my art!

Not even you!

We'll see about that.

No!

Get away from that!

Shut up, creep.

Now that's what I call a masterpiece.

Or better yet,

a master priest.

And God said...

Let there be light.

No!

It's a set!

Part of a whole!

If you cut off the tail, it will leak!

What's going on?

It's a long story but you're gonna be okay.

Hey.

We both are.

Ow.

- Don't move. - My head.

You're too weak, I'll call an ambulance.

What about me?

For both of you.

But the ring is all mine.

Fine with me.

I'm sure as hell never gonna marry that son of a--

I want her hair.

Go for it.

You know how long it took me to make that painting?

The hours?

The pain?

The dedication to my craft?

Gina?

That's not your stepmother.

Looks like we need another wrath.

Who wants to be my inspiration?

Try me.

Get the fuck out of my wife!

Dad!

Dad!

Quick, burn the rest of the paintings!

It's the only way!

Grab the paintings downstairs!

I'll get pride and gluttony and lust!

We're gonna take them outside and burn them all!

I won't let you take my family!

You let this happen.

No, it was you and your paintings.

Get ready to burn in hell!

I'm in the painting.

Kim, come on!

Kim!

Kim!

Where are you?!

Gina.

If you're in there,

come back.

Don't I look pretty?

Whoa.

Get away from me, you bastard!

That unholy priest couldn't get me out.

What makes you think you'll have any luck?

Because this is my family and I won't let you hurt them.

Donna!

Donna!

Donna!

Run, Kim, save them!

Save yourself!

There's an exit now that the wrath barrier that's destroyed!

Go!

Jack?!

Suzie?!

Help!

Damn you back to hell!

We'll go together.

They put the pieces together.

My paintings are almost whole again.

The whole thing's a mural.

Please help!

Jack, Suzie, hang on!

Help!

Suzie!

Wait, hang on, I'll get you out!

Help!

Help me!

I smell smoke.

He's burning the paintings!

Okay, we have to go now, okay, run!

Run!

My masterpiece!

No!

You can't destroy my life's work!

That's a funny looking apple.

Just keep going, okay?

Louis, help me hold her!

Get off me!

Hold her!

Help, I'm stuck!

Kim!

Come on!

Hold her down!

Hold her!

Gina!

I don't wanna go in there!

I'm scared.

It's the only way out, okay?

Trust me, it's the edge of this world.

Okay, hold my hand.

One.

Two.

Three!

No!

No!

Kim!

Jack?!

Suzie?!

What?

How did I get out here?

Daddy!

Mommy!

Kids!

Baby Jack.

Are you okay?

Thank God.

I'm sure he had something to do with it.

Life goes on.

The kids are back at school.

Lou and Kim are off at college.

Engaged, if you can believe that.

And Dylan's just thrown himself into work,

trying to make the world a better place.

How are you?

I mean, how are you really doing?

I can't even imagine what it's like to lose a daughter.

I'll survive.

I always do.

I've taken up drawing.

What do you think?

It's really good.

Maybe you should paint it, and before you know it,

your paintings could be on our walls.