All language subtitles for Wraith.2017.WEB-DL.x264-FGT

The wind blows
wherever it wants.

You can hear it,

but cannot tell where it comes
from or where it is going.

Just as you cannot explain how
people are born of the spirit.

Wait.

What?

Where are the keys?

Babe, remember, I have them.

Just because you
wouldn't let me drive

doesn't mean I can't at
least open the door.

Are you okay?

Shh!

Shh!

Congratulations, you passed the
"key in the lock" challenge.

I see.

Guys, no.

So how's our mood?

I am always in the mood.

I know you are...

Are you kidding me? Gross.

Mama.

Hey.

Did you hear that?

What?

I heard something.

Like what?

What'd you hear?

Like Lucy, but not Lucy.

Maybe I didn't hear anything.

Was it a dream?

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe.

No, I don't think so.

I don't want to die.

It's not time for me to die.

You got to be kidding me.

Hey, Mom, Dad!

I told you I was going through
some hard times in business.

A rough patch.

Mom has a job. We
don't have to move.

I love the thought sweetie,

but being a writer doesn't
mean I have a job

unless somebody buys my writing.

It's kind of like putting a
"for sale" sign out front.

I mean, it doesn't
mean anything's sold

until somebody wants to buy it.

We're just keeping
our options open.

This is where we live.

You can't sell it for
that reason alone.

Well, someone would have to
make a really good offer

before we'd even
consider saying yes.

Now, the people who built this
house back in 1800-something,

they built it for themselves.

They never planned on
anybody else living here.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, this house, it's not meant
for anyone in particular.

We'll be here for a short while,
just like the people before us.

And we certainly won't be
the last ones to live here.

Not the way this place was made.

You don't get it.
This is my home.

I live here.

You know, when we
first moved here,

the thought of living in an old
house with an historical vibe,

it was great.

But the maintenance
is never-ending.

The taxes are killing us.

I mean, people are
always outside

like it's some sort of
tourist attraction.

What maintenance?

The plumbing. I mean,
the pipes are ancient.

- The roof.
- The yard.

Grass just keeps
growing and growing,

whether somebody cuts it or not.

Dad doesn't have a job.
He can cut it.

Plus, winter's coming.
Stuff stops growing.

Problem solved.

The house is a bit big
for a family of three.

I think it's time to let
somebody else live here.

You already made up your minds!

I hate you guys.

Well, we've talked about
this time and time again.

I know. Just give her some time.

Oh, really.

Great.

Now?

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday, dear Lucy ♪
- ♪ Happy birthday, dear Lucy ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

All right.

- Happy birthday, sweetie.
- Make a wish.

All right.

Well...

- Well?
- Well, what?

Oh, my goodness.

I forgot the gifts.

Oh, no.

- Yeah.
- Mom?

- Maybe next year, hon.
- Dad?

So not cool.

You know, I think I might
have seen a few things

in the living room.

- Did you see...?
- Oh. Yeah, maybe.

Maybe some sparkles and bows.

- Come on.
- All right, let's go.

Come on, squirt,
give us some credit.

You know how special
birthdays are around here.

All right, I got it.

Yeah, grab a few.

How about this one first?

So, what'd you wish for?

Can't tell you.

- Ugh!
- What?

Can't tell us or won't tell us?

Yeah.

It's kind of weird.

Okay, well, happy
birthday, anyway.

Hello?

Somebody there?

Oh, man.

No kidding.

Whoa.

Holy...

I mean, how'd that happen?

The usual way.

The party night?

Yeah.

I think our little...
after-party.

You sure?

I mean, as much as I can
trust the little pee sticks.

I'm going to go see Dr. Green
for a follow-up next week.

All right, well, let's
assume it's for real.

What then?

Then it would be ridiculous.

I mean, right?

I'll be home a little
early tonight.

Jack Simmons is coming
over for a quick drink.

Jack? Really?

What's that about?

He's thinking about teaming up.
Talking about a new start-up.

Isn't he sort of the boy who
cried wolf at this point?

Well, can't argue that
he made the right call

on that pharmaceutical start-up.

Yeah, but that was
then, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Hey, sweetie, you want to
go out to dinner tonight?

Just you and me?

Jack still has some
of his family money.

Along with my reputation,

I think we can get
even more investments.

What's the concern?

I don't mean to put the
kibosh on anything,

but I just... I don't always
feel comfortable around Jack.

My dad partnered up with a
guy one time who was not,

to say the least, his style.

But, uh, you know, sometimes
it takes all types

to get it done, right?

I suppose.

This house is haunted.

How so?

Last night in my room, I
just felt I wasn't alone.

Well, are you sure your
iPad was turned off?

Knew I could count on you, Mom.

You know, the house is
over a hundred years old.

Squeaks and drafts,

kind of comes with
the territory.

I'm sure there's nothing
to worry about.

And, you know, spirits
and ghosts...

you know all that's BS, right?

Don't tell me a house like this
doesn't have at least one ghost.

Well, when we bought the house,
the ghost box wasn't checked.

What if this is a new ghost?

How can a ghost be new?

Like you're an
expert at anything.

Lucy!

Dennis?

Dennis?

Dennis?

Luce?

Heard us say that we needed
to get back on the wagon.

They put us back on the wagon.

I was like, "What is
going on here, Adam?"

And he's like, "Well, this
isn't a beginner workout."

You're essentially a
beginner right now."

other documents,

it's time to clean house

in "Smart Woman: What
to Keep, What to Toss."

Someone in our community
will win a few furn...

Oh!

Oh! Oskar!

Oh, sweetheart.

You poor baby.

I'm sorry, buddy.

There you go, buddy.

Oh, good boy.

I'm so sorry.

Honey, will you get that?

Yeah.

Who is that?

Probably Jack.

Wow, look at you.
You are growing up.

What grade are you in now?

- Eighth.
- Eighth grade.

Well, that is a great
grade to be in.

Mm-hmm.

Ah. Hey, Dennis.

Will you take a look at
little missy here, huh?

- Yeah, that's my daughter.
- Mm-hmm.

- Let's go into my study.
- All right.

I was just telling your little
girl how she's all grown up,

right before our very eyes.

You must be a very proud papa.

- Scotch?
- Uh, no.

No, I'm on the wagon
for the moment.

Can I have a glass
of milk, please?

And I'll have a sauvignon blanc.

Oh, wait.

I'm sorry, um, can I get a...

Can I get a sparkling
water with lime instead?

Thank you.

Don't tell me. Not another diet.

No, just being careful.

No way. You're not
going to tell me...

What?

Women don't drink
when they're...

Gross! You did it with Dad?

Lucy!

Come on.

How else do you think
that would that work?

Seriously, how?

We'll talk about it later.

No. I took biology.

You get pregnant, which means
you're going to have a baby.

Well, not necessarily.

I mean, for the time
being, at least,

women can still kind
of make up their mind

about that kind of thing.

Oh.

Did you have to make the same
decision before you had me?

No, honey.

No, of course not.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot.

Anyway, this is just a
hypothetical discussion.

So just for fun,

how would you feel about having
a baby brother or sister?

Strange.

Not sure.

It could be kind
of cool, actually.

Yeah? You wouldn't...

You wouldn't feel
weird about being 14

and having a baby sister?

- Is it a girl?
- Hey, not so fast.

I never said I was pregnant.

It's just a... just a
hypothetical discussion.

I know you're here.

Have you ever felt alone?

So alone that no one
even knows you're alive?

There's something in
my room at night.

Like what?

Not sure. Something.

Does it make any noise?

No. It's just there.

You know...

when I was your age,
I was doing drugs.

- Are you doing drugs?
- Dennis.

Like I can afford drugs
on my allowance?

Then how do you explain this?

Mm, that's a picture
of your arm.

Yeah, but I didn't take it.

I'm sure there's an explanation.

You've heard of a butt dial?
That's a butt photo.

Funny, Dad.

That's funny.

Mama.

May I help you with something?

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm Mary Squire. I'm one
of the librarians here.

Are you looking for
something specific,

or just browsing around?

I was actually trying to
find a little history

on some of the
houses around here.

- I live just up the street.
- Here? On Wisconsin Avenue?

- Uh, no, I'm on Forrest.
- Oh, which house?

- The address?
- No, which house?

The Babcock House?
The Hawk's House?

Kimberly. Gilbert. Shattuck.
Buchannan.

Right. I'm in the
Clarkson house.

Okay.

Around here it's better
than an address.

That's how we keep
track of things.

So, what would you like to know?

I don't know, I was
just wondering

about who lived there before us.

You know, what were they like?

Well, I think you're
going to love this room.

This is where we keep all the
files on the historic homes.

Look at this.

Ah.

Yeah, Alexander Clarkson.

He patented a
paper-making process,

and then used it to mint money.

That's a joke.

The US Mint used his paper
to make dollar bills.

Paper currency.

You know, by the look
of this picture,

maybe they were heading
to Easter services.

I want to know more about them.

Well, you're welcome
to look at anything.

It's as much your
history as anyone's.

Maybe more.

Everybody hold still, please.

The flowers look beautiful, Mr.
Stein.

Thank you for all
your hard work.

Danke.

May you a very joyous Easter.

We hope you have
a good Passover.

So he was literally was making money by...
by making money.

Maybe we should start
prying up the floorboards

to see if he left any.

Anyway, there's more.

And I don't know the
cause for it yet,

but there is some sort of...

some sort of sadness here.

Like a melancholy.

A spirit.

Bam. Told you.

Maybe he'd like to split
the mortgage with us.

Stein.

Their last name was Stein.

- Who?
- Their servants.

The Clarksons.

And where did you see this?

Uh, I can't say.

I've been all through this.

I couldn't find any record of
the Clarkson's domestic help.

I mean, the servant family
would have lived with them,

but not necessarily put
down the same roots.

They were kind of
more in the shadows,

and those records, if
there even are any,

would be really hard to
come by if not impossible.

I mean, there's got
to be something.

What about citizenship, voting
registration, school enrollment?

Katie, these people lived
over a hundred years ago.

I mean, long before Google.

And even if they
had any children,

there's the possibility
that they're...

uh, they were homeschooled
in their native tongue

while the sheets were
out drying on the line.

There has to be something.

There's a father, a mother
and a girl about 12.

And you're basing your
conclusions on...

Hey, there has to be a record of
them coming into the country.

What about a ship's manifest
from, I don't know.

Somewhere in the '1800s?

Okay, I have to admit
I'm a little surprised.

I mean, most people
are concerned

with the prominent families,

the captains of industry
and their money.

And your fascination
is with the help?

She might still be there.

In my house.

She?

The girl.

Ah.

It sounds like maybe
you've met Rebekah.

You know?

Is that her name?

Just as every house
has its storied past,

many of them allegedly have
their resident ghosts.

In fact, it was once
said that Lady Smith

was in such competition with Mrs.
Kimberly

that she boasted of
having a second ghost.

Yours is Rebekah.

Do you know anything
else about her?

Well, you're not going to find
it here, I'll tell you that.

Oh, so what's next?

How far do you
want to take this?

I don't know.

I just...

somehow this feels
important to me.

To my family...

she just seems familiar.

Why does any ghost remain?

An emotional attachment
to the place?

Unfinished business?

A yearning? A longing?

Why don't you ask her?

Hello?

Are you there?

Are you trapped or something?

Hey, Lucy.

What's up, honey?

There's a scratching
in my bedroom.

Dad, you're on.

Sort of in that area.

Yeah, I think it's in the wall.

Maybe downstairs.

Come on, squirt,
let's check it out.

Seen the flashlight?

I don't know.

It's got to be around
here somewhere.

Well, it's probably a
rodent of some sort.

Maybe a rat.

I'll call an
exterminator tomorrow.

- Katie?
- Mom?

Sound asleep.

What was that?

This is getting weirder
by the second.

You didn't invite any of
your friends over, did you?

Dad, it's a school night.

I think it's coming
from the attic.

Well...

why don't we check
this out tomorrow?

Really?

All right.

Let's see what it is.

Wow.

I haven't been up here in ages.

Remember, Dad,

you said ghosts were BS.

Yeah, I did, didn't I?

Oh, my.

Look at this.

Hello?

Where are you?

Come on, you really think
someone's in here?

Well, I'll be.

A stairway.

Did you know about
this stairway?

I thought I explored every
inch of this house.

Well, I guess it's a
servant's stairway.

It probably goes
down to the kitchen,

or somewhere else
on the first floor.

You feel a light switch?

You know this house might have
been built before electricity.

Okay.

You stay here. I'm going
to go to the first floor

and see where this comes out.

I'm going to knock on the walls,

and when I get
close let me know.

Uh, okay.

Okay.

Dad.

Dad, I'm low on power. I'm
going to run out of power.

Dad?

Dad, where are you?

Dad! Dad where are you?

Dad, please get me out of here.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad, there's someone here!

Dad, please get me out of here!

- Can you hear me, baby?
- Please help!

Okay, I'm coming.

I got you, baby.

- You okay?
- No.

You keep asking that.

Oh, sweetie, I'm
sorry I left you.

You know what?

Why don't we just
go back to sleep.

We can explore more
in the morning.

All right, we've checked
every part of the house.

Mystery solved.

There's something stuck
here in the downspout.

Huh.

Like I said, I'll call the
exterminator tomorrow,

they'll come out and get it out.

End of problem.

Will they kill it?

Well, whatever it
is, it's trapped.

So if it gets out, it'll
probably just come back

and get trapped again.

So, yes, to answer
your question,

they'll probably
put it to sleep.

All right, come on.

All right.

You take out your
phone, call your mom.

Tell her to come open the door.

My battery is dead, remember?

Oh, boy.

Oh, what the heck.

If I'm going to take out the
ladder to wake up your mom,

might as well rescue a rat.

All right, you got it?

Here, hold that.

All right, are you in there?

Come on.

- Go a little higher.
- All right.

You got the ladder?

I don't know about this thing.

Can you hold it?

Come on, get out of there.

- Higher.
- Come on, man.

Come on, you rat.

Get out.

Watch out, Dad. Watch out.

Dad, you're my hero.

If you are done for the evening,
can we get back inside, please?

Come on.

Are you okay?

- Lucy?
- Oh, what now.

Lucy!

What? What is it?

You haven't seen this before?

It'll only be a few days.
Back before you know it.

Can't you just do a Skype
meeting with these guys?

You know how all that goes.

I go in person, it puts me ahead
of everyone else who doesn't.

It's just not a good time.

There's never a good time.

When are you going to be back?

No way of knowing.

Why?

Well, there are
just some decisions

that need to be made, Dennis.

Well, I need to get
something going.

Either this offer or
something with Jack.

I mean, the consulting business
just isn't what it used to be.

At least not in the
paper industry.

Hello?

Hey, Lucy. It's Uncle Jack.

Come on, it's nasty
weather out there.

Jump in. I'm heading
your direction.

Don't talk to that man.

Come on.

That's okay. I'm almost home.

Come on, get in.

Do not get in that car!

Come on, get in.

I'll give you a lift right
to your front door.

There you go. You want a little
help with your seat belt?

No, thank you.

Look at you. You are
absolutely soaked.

It's raining.

I bet you can't wait to get
out of those wet clothes

and into a nice,
hot shower, huh?

Mr. Simmons, I'm not
really comfortable

with the conversation
we're having.

Oh, I'm sorry, little girl.

I was just making nice-nice.

Hey, Mr. Simmons, I think you
missed the turn to my house.

- Mr. Simmons?
- Please, call me Jack.

You missed the turn to my house.
It was back there.

I know I did.

I thought you'd like to
take a bit more of a ride

and dry off.

Now you shut up and listen to me

and do exactly as
I tell you to do,

and you'll be home in time
for dinner with your mommy.

When my dad hears about this...

Your dad is not in town.

- Let me out of here right now!
- Shut up!

- Is that you, Luce?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry I didn't
come and get you.

I got a little busy with this.

It sounded like it was
really pouring for a while.

Guess I'm a bad mom.

I'm going to go take a shower.

Sounds like a good idea.

I'll get dinner going.

When is dad going to be home?

Uh, tomorrow.

Uh, he mentioned that he's got
another meeting with Jack.

You know, Mr. Simmons?

There's a chance we might
get to keep the house.

I don't think that's
going to happen.

What, babe?

Nothing.

Yeah, I'm going to take her to Dr.
Allen tomorrow,

just as a precaution.

I just can't believe he would
try something like that.

Unbelievable.

- I'm going to the police.
- No, no, no, don't.

I... they don't need to know
anything more right now.

I wish I was there.

Okay.

I'm sorry you're
dealing with this.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Okay, bye.

Bye.

Come here, sweetheart.

I would die if anything
ever happened to you.

I love you.

You sleep well, okay?

It's you.

How did you know
he was a bad man?

Didn't you?

Then why did you get in the car?

I was cold.

And I thought because he
knew my dad, it was okay.

Did you kill that man?

No, but he would
have killed you.

Who are you then?

I want to be your sister.

Who are you?

I want to live.

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone, please. Please.

I think you need
to see this guy.

I'm not one to say the Neenah
Library has met its match,

but in your case, I
think maybe it has.

He's the real deal.

Retired now, if a person
in his profession

can ever actually retire.

How do you know him?

He tried to help me recently.

I hope he can help you.

Thank you.

Excuse me?

Hello?

Hello?

Hi. Um, I'm sorry. The...

There wasn't a
receptionist out front,

so I just let myself in.

Oh, she's probably
out getting coffee.

I can catch her.

Oh, no. I'm fine.

Cream? Sugar?

That'd be great.

Elsa, add a cappuccino
to that order, please.

Thank you.

Robert Ehrlich.

Father Ehrlich.

Uh, Katie Lukens.

Katie Lukens.

I haven't heard
that name before.

There's a list,
continually updated,

of every name in our parish.

I pray for them all daily.

You pray for hundreds
of people every day?

Thousands.

Those that have not yet
taken their first breath

and those who are about
to take their last.

What parish do you belong to?

Uh... we don't.

Another faith community?

No. Not at the moment.

Oh.

Please.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

What can I do for you, Mrs.
Lukens?

How did you know I was married?

Well, when I asked you what
parish you belonged to,

you said, "we don't."

Which means a family unit.

Am I right?

My husband's name is Dennis.

And we... we weren't
really raised in any kind

of religious tradition.

Uh, we have a daughter, Lucy.
She's 14.

Other children?

No.

So...

why are you here, Katie?

I'm not sure.

We were doing research
on our house.

It's about 125 years old.

- Mm-hmm.
- And we were just wondering

about the former
occupants, because...

I see someone got through
our elaborate security?

Elsa, this is Katie Lukens.

Pleased to meet you, Mrs.
Lukens.

Likewise, thank you.

Thank you.

So, Miss Squire, the librarian,

she said that you might
be a good source

to talk to about this.

Lovely lady.

I only met her once.

I have no idea what she meant.

It's embarrassing, but we think

that there could be
something in our house.

- Mm-hmm.
- Like a...

a spirit.

A spirit?

Do you feel any
danger in your house?

Any for you and your family?

Yes.

Mrs. Lukens, please understand
I'm here to serve you.

What is it you're
not telling me?

I'm sorry, Father, I... I...

If there is something
in your house,

to put it frankly,

there has to be a void
for it to be there.

A void?

A vacuum. An emptiness.

What do you think might
be lacking, Father?

Something that can
give you protection

for you and your family.

Okay, so...

when something is hungry or...
or trapped...

you become alarmed.

Why?

Are you trapped?

Are you...

are you threatened in some way?

How's it going?

I'm pregnant, remember?

How was your trip?

Same old routine.

Times are tight, we'll
get back to you.

The usual.

Everyone wants to
hire a consultant,

but no one wants to pay for one.

So where are you with this?

Where am I?

Where are you?

You left me here to deal
with this by myself.

I...

wanted to respect whatever
decision you make.

I don't even know if there's
a decision to make.

What's that mean?

I just feel so alone.

And this, in this house.

There is something here, Dennis.

Or someone here in this house.

Lucy was right.

Katie, you're not going
to let some apparition...

cloud your judgment?

Is this like part of being
pregnant or something?

This is not my hormones talking.

This is real.

Okay.

Can we even do this now?
Financially?

Money.

You know what?

I'll take care of it.

I'll take care of it.

What the...?

Who are you?

What's going on here?

Daddy.

I'd say you're about
9 weeks along.

First trimester.

Um...

do you think there'll
be any complications?

Not this early.

It's a perfectly safe procedure.

No harm or risk whatsoever.

May I schedule for next week?

Uh...

yes.

Hello?

I found them.

- Who?
- The Steins.

The Clarksons' servants.
You were right.

Their name is Stein.

And what about their daughter?

They had no daughter.

They were childless.

Are you sure?

Back then families were
always buried together,

especially if the child
died prematurely.

Then...

then who is Rebekah?

She may not exist.

She may never have existed.

How does it feel?

Feel?

Being alive.

It can be a pain sometimes.

But not all the time.

Maybe not all the time, but
lately, most of the time.

If I can touch you someday

and you can feel it,

will you know it's me?

Why are you here then?

I want to be here.
I need to be here.

This is my home.

Okay, but why?

I want to live.

Lucy?

Yes?

Something bad is
going to happen.

No!

Moloch!

How are you, Katie?

You were visited again?

Yes.

And contact was made?

Yes.

It spoke to me.

It said a word.

It was, um... "moloch," I think.

Or "molluck."

Do you know what that means?

I can't say that word in here.
This is too sacred a place.

And that name, too profane.

Although you may find an image,

it'll only be a mere
representation of Moloch.

Also known as Molech,

and a host of other
blasphemous variations.

Moloch is the name of an
ancient Ammonite god.

He appears in the
Book of Deuteronomy,

and then once again in
the Book of Leviticus.

There is a valley, Gehenna,

by Jerusalem,

where apostate Israelites

and followers of
various false gods,

including Moloch,

sacrificed their
children by fire.

They sacrificed them?

The threw their newborn
children into fire.

Moloch demanded it.

How could they do that?
Why would they do that?

The pagan world was cruel.

They wanted success,
security, prosperity.

But if their fortune was
at risk on the seas

and their ship came in,

a child was a gift of gratitude.

If they had a great misfortune,

the child was the price.

Was there weeping?

I'm sure there was.

But why children?

I mean, what does this
demigod want with children?

Moloch mocks God

by desiring what
is God's, not his.

I'm not saying that God hates
one thing more than another.

But the innocent
blood of a child

is a de facto
sacrifice to Moloch.

Out of our arrogance, it
seems that we have control.

But God is the
author of all life.

He owns life itself.

The question is, Katie,

what do you think it means?

I think your
daughter's in danger.

Mortal danger.

I must go now.

Where are you going?

Away.

Why?

Moloch.

What's that?

Destroyer of life.

And it's coming here?

Right here.

Hey, wait a minute.

Why is Moloch coming?

He was invited.

No!

Let me go! Stop!

- Get off me!
- Baby...

Stop it! Get off me!

- Hey...
- No! Let go.

Let go.

Oh, God.

No.

Ow.

Dennis? Dennis!

Sister, where are you?

Dennis!

Hey. You okay?

I don't know!

- What's going on here?
- I don't know!

Oh!

Oh, Father Ehrlich.

This is the priest I
was telling you about.

I see. Come in, please.

And you too, Katie?

You welcome me here?

Yes. Yes, you are.

Thank you.

This house has never
been blessed.

St. Michael and the archangels,

defend us in battle.

Be our protection against
the wickedness...

Are you going to bless
the house now, Father?

It's too late for that.

Well, can we do something?

No.

Just stay here.

As smoke is driven away,

so they'll be driven away.

As wax melts before a fire,

the wicked will perish

in the presence of God.

Lucy.

May you be protected...

from all unclean spirits,

satanic powers...

and wicked legions and similes.

And the strengths and powers
of our Lord, Jesus Christ.

Amen.

By the holy authority
of our ministry,

we confidently undertake...

and reject the attacks

and the deceit of Satan.

Dennis and Katie Lukens...

Ah.

There you are.

Beast.

May God rebuke, we humbly pray,

and do thou, O Prince
of the heavenly host,

by the divine power of God...

We meet again.

You who are called Desolation.

Blasphemy.

The owner of all life

and the author of our faith

has dominion here.

Cast into hell, Satan
of the evil spirit.

It is he who claims the child

of Katie and Dennis Lukens.

He who is in me

is greater than he
who is in the world.

And who might you
be, my little one?

This is my family...

How are you?

Alive.

Hmm.

That will be my prayer.

What happened?

It's gone.

That's it? It's... it's gone?

Yes. At least for now.

Well, is there anything...

I mean...

It's simple.

Just don't give
it what it wants.

Please protect the
life in there.

As long as you do,

you won't hear from any
evil spirits any longer.

I don't think you
know what I mean.

I do.

Protect Lucy.

We both know what
I'm talking about.

Protect all the
life in this house.

By the way, it's bad
form to lie to a priest.

Should you ever have the good
sense to become a Catholic,

I will see you in confession.

I'll take you home.

No.

I can find my way home.

I was watching a
spider make its web,

and it was simply glorious.

It let out the
silk from its body

and wove it in such
an intricate pattern.

I was truly amazed
at its artistry.

Then a man came along
to paint the post,

and he painted all
over everything,

destroying the spider's web
and the spider as well.

I do not know if he did this
by accident or on purpose.

I watched the poor
spider writhing in pain

as it suffocated,

its many legs reaching
for something to grasp,

longing, searching for
air, searching for light.

It was in its natural habitat,

and the world came
in and destroyed it.

As the spider died,
part of me died, too.

Tell me why you're here.

You don't know?

No.

We were a happy family.

We weren't perfect,

but things weren't
that bad either.

But then you showed up.

I almost remember the day.

I'm sure you do.

So why are you here?

I'm here to protect
your daughters.

Daughters?

That's impossible.

Is it?

You're not the girl in
the pinafore dress.

She never was.

- May I?
- Mm.

How are you doing?

I'm good.

I feel okay.

I'm at peace with my decision.

Well, I don't think
there's a whole lot more

for me to offer you.

Should feel free to go
in the next few hours.

In the old days, didn't...

didn't women get to
stay for a few days?

Like you said, the old days.

Hi, Luce.

She's wrinkly.

Mm-hmm.

That'll go away...

and then come back
in about 40 years.

Can I hold her?

Of course.

There you go.

Funny.

I feel like I know her already.

Like she belongs.

This is cool.

Can you take a picture?

Sure, honey.

Have you chosen a name yet?

I was thinking about Rebekah.

That is the most lovely name.

That's right.

Oh, you're losing your hat.

Hey. My turn.

Want to go to Daddy?

Okay, let me...

- There you go.
- There you are.

Will miracles never cease?

You know, if you believe
the old Italian proverb

that every baby comes with a
loaf of bread under its arm.

Bread?

Do you have a loaf of bread?

Hmm?

Should I wait a few weeks
before throwing her in the air?

I think that's a
good idea, babe.

All right, let's go to mama.

Here you go.

Hello, little baby.

Oh, there you go. Yeah.

Great, she's officially
now more popular than me.

Well, you're going to
have to get used to that

with a little baby
sister around.

Oh, my gosh. It's her.

You ready?