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my Lord Jesus Christ.

Mercy...

... and the power supported by your might arm .

Brethren, be strengthened in the Lord

and in the might of His power.

Put on the armor of God

that you might withstand the devil.

Take unto you the helmet of salvation

and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

As some of you may be aware, um...

my brother passed away this week.

And I--I wanted to thank all of you

who have been so kind as to send cards and flowers

and-- and even food.

It's greatly appreciated.

Thank you, Father.

Our thoughts are with you, Father.

God bless you, your brother,

your whole family.

Thank you, Chester.

Good morning, sister.

Hello, Father.

Oh, Sister...

Would you speak with Mother Superior

about the um...

There is more in the common room,

if you have a moment.

Maybe I will.

Your Excellency.

Father.

How are you getting on?

Ah, well, you know, I'm, I'm...

Yes.

Blessed are those who mourn,

for they shall be comforted.

This is another transfer?

Hmm. No.

These are psychiatric reports.

This is a very troubled woman.

Yes. That's the problem.

They haven't found anything abnormal.

The doctors, I mean.

Well, there-- must be something.

Hissing at the sight of a church?

That's...

How did this come to you?

They've exhausted all of the medical,

biological theories.

The woman's parish wishes to attempt a...

solemn sacrament.

A solemn sacrament, you mean an exorcism?

And...

you would like me to perform it?

No. Some poor other soul

already has that distinction.

Oh. And who is that?

Uh, Theophilus Reisinger.

Capuchin from up north, I believe.

Forgive me, Your Excellency,

but if the Capuchin has already been assigned,

why bring this to me?

Well...

they'd like to carry out the deed here.

Here?

Your Excellency, if-- if this woman

has seen psychiatrists, then she's, I mean...

clearly...

there must be, uh,

treatment more beneficial to her than an exorcism.

There are many new remedies for mental disorders.

I was reading an article about--

It's all but finalized.

Her address, number of the transport,

it's right there in the file.

They're expecting your call.

I understand.

And this is most unusual, Father,

but the woman is desperate.

She's tried everything else,

but she's been suffering for years, apparently.

We'll speak with the Reverend Mother tomorrow,

after the morning Mass

Yes, your manager of operations, please.

One moment.

Thank you.

Yes, hello.

My name is Father Joseph Steiger.

I'm calling from St. Joseph's Church in Earling.

We have a passenger who needs transporting from her home in Marathon.

Do you have service from Marathon?

Yes, we have.

Good.

What's her name?

Her name is Emma Schmidt.

Miss Schmidt has...

a very sensitive condition

that any unwanted influence could disrupt,

So, she will need a private car,

just her and the driver.

And I would appreciate your discretion.

Yes, St. Joseph's Church on Olive Street in Earling.

Members of our church will be here to greet her.

Thank you.

Good day.

She's asleep.

We'll bring her food when she's awake.

Thank you, Sister.

I must fetch Father Theophilus.

Oh, are you Father Steiger?

Yes.

Father Theophilus?

Yes.

Oh, I was just on my way to the station to meet you.

Oh, well. I was waiting. And then uh--

I'm so sorry I wasn't there to greet you.

- No, no. - I was detained.

No surprise.

The devil will do whatever it takes to foil our plans.

We must be ready.

Thank you, Sister.

Thank you.

Oh. - Father Theophilus.

Reverend Mother...

- Welcome. - Thank you.

Come in, please.

Have a seat.

So, I've been reading Emma's files.

Yes.

Some very concerning behavior.

And I am not entirely convinced

that the problem isn't psychological.

Well, the task will be handled

with as little disruption as possible.

And I thank you, Reverend Mother,

for allowing us such a safe space to treat the afflicted.

Thank you.

Mm.

What I need is a team of three in the room

to assist with restraints, transitions, shorthand.

Father Steiger will be taking notes,

keeping an accurate chronology of manifestations and evidences.

We will start each evening at sundown

and continue until a pause is needed at my--

I'm sorry.

Sister?

She-- she won't eat.

What's happened, Sister?

She-- she won't eat.

I just went in her room to give her her food

and, um,

she-- she reacted violently.

She...

almost hissed like a cat.

I've never heard anything like it.

I just-- I don't know.

I don't know.

Has the food been blessed?

I-- I don't-- I don't know.

Bring this to the kitchen.

And have Sister Antonella prepare it.

Maybe just the rice and beans from the giveaway.

And, um...

tell her not to bless the food.

It's all right.

Thank you, Sister.

Good evening, Emma.

I'm Father Steiger.

I'm the parish priest here at St. Joseph's.

You'll be seeing quite a bit of me.

You're very welcome here.

Nice to meet you.

Is it your letters?

Mm-hmm.

They're, uh--

to my mother.

You don't see her often?

No. She-- she passed.

I put them on her grave.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Um...

Thank you.

God bless you.

Goodnight, Emma.

Father Steiger.

Good evening, Father.

How are you settling in?

Oh, wonderful.

You have everything you need?

Yes, thank you. I'm fine.

Father, uh,

regarding the restraints you mentioned,

Um, I feel it might be safer to, uh,

forego them until Emma can be examined.

Uh-- if her condition is psychological, I feel--

The problem is not psychological.

Ninety-nine out of 100 times,

someone contacts the church,

they are assessed, referred to medical doctors.

And exorcism would do nothing for them.

This is not that.

Perhaps, uh...

Nevertheless, I have a childhood friend

who is a medical doctor in Salem.

He says he can examine Emma in a week.

I feel we should forego the restraints until then.

I do believe the restraints will be necessary,

but if you insist.

Thank you, Father.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Father.

Emma is not well.

I'm sure that's quite apparent.

She's dehydrated,

malnourished,

tormented.

She suffers on levels

that we ourselves cannot possibly fathom.

I know this is all unusual,

this aspect of our calling.

It will be like entering a foreign land to you.

So please, I ask you,

follow my instructions, to the word,

and expect the unexpected.

Spiritually, emotionally, physically,

though you may be new to the ways of the enemy,

the enemy's ways are not new.

They're ancient.

It is important that we work in unison.

The enemy will lie.

He will draw us into sin.

He will do everything he can to sow discord amongst us.

We are the Lord's army in this battle.

We are together by His design

to save one of His children.

And to do that, we must not see

each other as strangers.

For us to be divided,

is for us to fall.

- Are we settled? - I believe so.

We begin with the Litany.

Holy Mother of God,

Holy Virgin of Virgins,

St. Michael, St. Gabriel,

St. Raphael,

all holy angels and archangels,

St. John the Baptist, St. Peter,

St. Paul, St. Andrew,

St. James, St. John,

all holy virgins all holy saints of God.

Intercede for us.

Be merciful...

Spare us, O Lord.

Graciously hear us, O Lord.

From all evil, deliver us, Oh Lord.

From sudden and unprovided death...

Deliver us, O Lord.

From the snares of the devil...

Deliver us, O Lord.

From lightning and tempest...

Deliver us, O Lord.

From the scourge of earthquakes...

Deliver us, O Lord.

From everlasting death...

By the mystery of your holy incarnation;

By your birth...

Deliver us, O Lord.

By your baptism...

Deliver us, O Lord.

By your holy resurrection...

Deliver us, O Lord.

Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come,

thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread;

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us;

and lead us not into temptation.

But deliver us from evil.

That's all for today.

Please return her to bed.

See that she is covered.

It will be cold this evening. Hmm?

Yes, Father.

Emma? Emma?

Let's get her...

back into bed.

Thank you, Sisters.

Goodnight, Father.

Oh, Sister Rose...

How was it?

Was there any commotion?

It was fine, Sisters.

Oh, that's all-- I mean, sure, we just--

It was fine.

Excuse me.

Psalm 53.

God, by Your name, save me,

and by Your might defend my cause.

God, hear my prayer;

hearken to the words of my mouth...

For haughty men have risen up against me,

and fierce men seek my life.

They set not God before their eyes.

Save me.

God is my helper.

The Lord sustains my life.

Turn back the evil upon my foes.

In your faithfulness, destroy them.

Freely will I offer you sacrifice.

I will praise your name, Lord in Jesus' name.

Save your servant.

All who trust in you, my God.

Let her find in you, Lord,

a fortified tower.

In the face of the enemy.

Father?

And let the enemy have no power over her.

And the son of inequity be powerless to--

Harm her.

Father?

Oh, no. That shouldn't be.

Sisters, please.

Please?

Sisters!

Emma? Back to the chair, please.

Oh, no.

Please.

Emma! Father?

Please, Emma!

Emma, please.

Emma, no! Father!

Are you going to repent, Father?

Stop!

Are you going to repent?!

Father? Father, please.

- No! Emma-- - Father?

No, Emma!

No, no!

Stop, Emma!

No!

Father, what happened tonight,

it cannot be allowed.

You and I, we have to--

She cannot be permitted just to grab at a sister--

She must be restrained, Father.

I know this is new territory for you and the sisters.

My concern about restraining her

- was out of consideration-- - No, no,

we'll ensure it's done safely

for her protection and ours.

Please, I've done this before.

Let the young sister rest.

Another will stand in her place tomorrow.

It's the only way, Father.

Yeah. I hope you're right, Father.

Reverend Mother.

Father.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, Emma.

What's happening with her?

Is-- is progress occurring or?

Progress, yes. Uh...

That might be a better question for Father Theophilus.

The medical report states

that a portion of Sister Rose's scalp

was torn from her head.

It's right here.

Sister.

Hello, Father.

How are you feeling?

Um... Oh, the, um...

doctor in Kirkman today, he gave me some ointment

and a softer bandage.

Good. May I?

Yes, please.

Sister, I am so sorry.

Going forward, she will be restrained.

Perhaps she should have been, from the start.

That is my fault.

I can only apologize.

Father, I know that she is profoundly ill

and not under her own control.

But... despite myself,

I was angry at her.

Asking myself if God is punishing her

or if she's punishing us for something.

I don't know.

I've never felt such bitterness.

And I'm ashamed.

Sister, this is a profoundly new

and strange situation for all of us.

You are entitled to your feelings

and you have nothing to be ashamed of.

Um, Father, will you...

Of course.

Thank you, Father.

I hope you continue to feel better.

Sister?

The sooner we do this, the sooner it's over.

All right.

I'm hurt.

Let us pray.

God, whose nature is ever merciful and forgiving,

accept our prayer that this servant of yours

may be pardoned by your loving kindness,

Holy Lord, Almighty Father,

everlasting God,

and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,

Unnnnnngggg.

who once and for all consigned

that fallen and apostate tyrant

to the flames of hell.

She's seizing.

Keep her head turned.

Careful, watch her legs...

Father, this is a seizure.

Head towards you.

Stay back.

Therefore, I adjure you every unclean spirit,

every specter from hell,

every satanic power

in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth

to cease your assaults against the creature

who He has formed in his own honor and image.

I command you, unclean spirit,

along with all your minions,

now attacking this servant of God

by the ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ

that you tell me by some sign, your name--

and the day and hour of your departure.

It places the filth in the corner.

Speak plainly and answer me now.

All in this room are full of sin.

Enough distractions!

The Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit.

Oh, Father...

Father,

I need to speak with you.

What happened this evening with the ritual...

How could you just--

- How is she-- - No, no, no.

It wasn't her, Father.

- What? - It wasn't her.

Yes, but the symptoms she was exhibiting,

it seems to be almost-- almost like an epilepsy,

but there's no record of this in the files.

Father, our job is to protect the afflicted

without giving the enemy

any more advantage than is necessary.

Sometimes that will require remaining in the dark

about certain things.

There is more to Heaven and Earth

than is even dreamt of in our philosophy.”

Hamlet, Shakespeare.

Good night, Father.

When time began, the Word was there

and the Word was God.

And without Him,

there came to be not one thing that has come to be.

In Him was life,

and the life was the light of men.

She needs a bucket. Fetch a bucket.

Rid yourself of that vile weed.

Who speaks to us?

First, remove the chaplet.

Remove the chaplet!

No one here carries a chaplet.

Bring that to the chapter house,

and then you can return, Sister.

Now who speaks to us?

How is your brother, Father?

Tell me who you are!

He still hanging on by a thread?

Quiet!

Tell me your name!

Tell me your name!

Your name!

I am Mina,

and if you do that again

you will eternally regret it!

Tell me why have you chosen to torment this servant of God?

She needs help.

Emma?

Come in.

Sister.

Oh. Uh--Father,

I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't, um...

No, it's quite all right. Um-- please.

I, uh, I just...

What are these?

Did she do those?

Yes.

"What will you give me

if I deliver him over to you?"

Is that Judas?

Emma?

Ohh!

Oh, fetch, uh, warm clothes.

Not too hot.

And, uh, extra pillows.

Father, what are we doing?

This is getting out of hand, look at her.

She's in a dire state.

- Yes. - We are making it worse.

- No. - There was--a medical doctor

coming to see her on Monday.

Why don't we just wait until he--

Wait, wait, wait.

That's just what they want us to do is wait.

But we must continue.

Because if we are inconsistent,

their grasp will harden like cement.

They'll devour her and you and me and all of us.

I just think with her in this state-

Enough!

If you do not want to participate, Father

I accept your withdrawal.

The enemy will be delighted with your absence.

Uuuunnngngngngnng...

Emma, Emma.

Emma, poor child.

We're going to soothe you.

Do not fear, for I am with you.

We must begin.

Almighty Lord, Word of God,

the Father of Jesus Christ, God and Lord of all creation;

who along with the other mandates to work miracles

was pleased to grant them the authority to say:

"Depart, you devils!"

And by whose might Satan was made to fall

from heaven like lightning;

I ask this through you, Jesus Christ,

the living and the dead and the world by fire.

Her light will soon be extinguished.

By whom is her light being extinguished?

Satan will soon crush

the God of peace under your feet.

Cease with your diversions!

And tell me to whom I speak.

I have sinned in that I have betrayed

the innocent blood.

You are Judas?

Why are you tormenting this poor soul?

So she rots from the inside

and slaughters herself like a pig!

You want her to take her own life.

And who else haunts this woman?

Father--

- Father! - Silence!

Unclean spirits!

Now haunting this woman,

give me your name!

See the cross of the Lord

and reveal yourself!

Reveal yourself!

The restraint! - Sister!

Emma! Come!

I can't lift her.

Oh, my hand, my hand!

Emma!

My hand!

My hand!

All right, enough! Everybody out now!

Out!

I have uh, a sister with a torn scalp.

I now somehow have one with a crushed hand.

Am I to stand by while she harms another?

What is happening in there?

How are we helping her?

She needs a-- a doctor,

medical attention or something.

Do you have trouble seeing, Father?

Excuse me?

It's clearly you're not seeing

what is happening in there,

what's coming out of this girl.

You're still looking for some...

rational, modern explanation.

This has existed for eternity.

I can see perfectly clearly

that this girl is deteriorating.

And my job here, Father,

is to care for this parish and those within it.

And I cannot simply sit there while you drive this--

Your task is to take notes.

You don't understand this.

You don't understand these devils.

- It's very clear to me. - What devils are you talking about?

You have your theories, you have your research,

you have your reports,

but you don't understand the enemy. You don't.

What if you're wrong?

What if what she really needs is a doctor?

What if what she really needs is a psychiatrist?

Trust me, Father.

We are paying a price for your lack of faith.

- For my lack of faith? - Yes.

How dare you stand there and-- and say that my doubts

are causing what is happening to this poor girl!

Because that is exactly what happened in Redding!

What are you talking about?

What happened in Redding?

The ritual happened there!

I was called to perform it.

Emma and her mother, they were desperate.

Wait a minute, wait a minute,

You knew Emma as a young girl?

Yes.

You didn't think to tell us?

You didn't think that might be information

that could be useful to us?

Why is that not in Emma's file?

This is what I'm talking about, Father.

All these mystical, cryptic sayings.

You drip-feeding us information as you see fit.

This has to end, Father, now!

All right. You want information?

Yes.

I'll give it.

For your sake.

Sit.

Listen to me, Father.

When I first came to Redding,

I had just recently become an exorcist.

I had felt I had the calling, but I was unschooled.

I didn't have the tools.

Those assisting me were uneducated too.

We couldn't cope with what was happening

but we knew she was possessed.

We abandoned her.

We surrendered her over to the doctors.

And she herself, like a miracle,

wrote me letters, said she recovered.

She finished school.

She found a passion for service, of course.

These devils, these deceivers,

they were biding their time inside her,

waiting for the perfect moment.

And then it came.

When her mother died, that gave them

the opportunity to seize their chance.

Why Emma?

Why would they snatch her life away?

Why not-- somebody else?

Emma is a different kind of person, Father.

She's a person of profound sensitivity.

She is touched by something otherworldly.

And with that kind of vulnerability, that openness,

any wound like trauma, neglect,

involvement in the dark arts,

everything that she was exposed to as a child,

that's what allows these invasions to occur.

To take root.

To degrade you.

To debase you.

And do the same to those around you Us, Father.

We are the targets too.

Their goal is to make us give up on God.

I really said too much to you, Father.

Now even you are susceptible.

So please,

for all our sake,

we must continue.

We cannot abandon Emma like this.

No.

I abandoned her once, not again.

Emma?

"Amongst the hardships Emma experienced

were the consistent rumors and subsequent proof

that her father Jacob and her mother's sister, Mina

entered into an illicit relationship

and attempted to confound Emma using...

witchcraft.

On several occasions, Jacob and Mina

reportedly fed Emma food which had been cursed

including fruit, baked potatoes and tobacco leaves."

Father, there's something you need to see.

What did you do?

I don't understand what is happening here.

Whatever this is that you are doing,

it is failing.

The sisters are traumatized.

No one is sleeping.

Everyone for miles is-- is frightened and suspicious.

I want to shut this down.

I want to shut this whole thing down.

I will give you one more week.

And if it is not over by then,

this whole whatever this is must end.

We need to get back to our lives

and leave all of this behind.

I wish it to be over too, Reverend Mother,

but I'm sure that the devil

does not bend to our calendar.

It will bend or don't bend.

It will not be under this roof.

And I'm moving Emma to the cellar.

What? The cellar?

Is there even heat down there?

Those rooms have been out of use for years.

It's done.

She is too dangerous, too volatile.

This will be better for her.

It's more private and more secure.

Father, can you excuse us, please?

I need to talk to the leader of our parish.

Of course, Reverend Mother.

Father Steiger.

Father, you don't look well.

If I didn't know better, I would say

that you are losing control of this situation.

You have invited something into this community

that no one understands.

And everyone, including you, is starting to be--

Please, Reverend Mother, please let me do my job.

This is my parish.

It is my responsibility.

And while I am grateful for your concern,

I do not need to be watched over.

Thank you.

Father,

All my life I have been taking direction from men.

Men who are not as smart as me,

not as disciplined,

and whose piety pales in comparison

to the women of this convent.

I thought you were different.

But now...

perhaps we do need someone

who can provide the parish with more stability.

Perhaps you're right, Reverend Mother.

She's malnourished and dehydrated,

but I don't see any infection on the lesions

and the facial swelling will go down.

She just needs rest.

They're keeping her alive.

They're feeding off her.

There's something going on inside of her

and it's affecting all of us.

Something is happening here and she...

I-- I-- I don't know.

Just get as much food and water in her as possible

and if you see any signs of infection, send word.

Take care of yourself, Joe.

There's evil in the church!

Father, you gotta do something!

Great God in Heaven,

that poor poor creature...

Her condition,

is this how it started?

No, no.

When she first arrived, she was uh,

she was very thin and, uh,

there were scratches, but nothing...,

nothing like this.

And the doctor says there's no basis for committing her.

Committing her?!

Uh, well, I-- I-- I don't know.

Um...

what I do know is that she continues to worsen

and if we do nothing,

if we-- if she receives no medical attention,

then she is almost certainly going to...

What?

- Well, almost certainly-- - She's going to what?

She's going to die! - Okay. Calm down!

The last thing this parish needs

is a priest breaking down outside.

I know that brother's passing weighs heavily on you,

but you are the parish priest and you need to lead.

Yes, Your Excellency.

Good.

Hello, Father

Sister. Please.

I was just preparing for tonight's ritual,

so Sister Mary can rest.

Preparing?

Can I ask you a question?

Have you ever felt alone?

I just...

I was trying to pray the Vespers and...

it didn't feel like anyone was listening.

Well...

I wish I could offer you some...

salient wisdom,

but the truth is...

the truth is...

I don't know what I'm doing.

How is your head?

Uh...

It's fine.

I-- I should go.

Holy Lord, Almighty Father,

everlasting God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,

who once and for all consigned

that fallen and apostate tyrant to the flames of hell,

who sent your only begotten Son into the world

to crush that roaring lion

Strike terror, Lord, into--

What?!

Father, we have to stop.

- Father, please. - Please stop.

- What? No! - Father, we can't.

Father, please.

Fill your servants with courage to fight

mentally against that reprobate dragon.

Can you feel her touch, Father?

Her skin against yours?

Next time he tries to fuck you

you better open wide, you stupid whore!

Almighty Lord,

Word of God the Father of Jesus Christ,

God and Lord of all creation,

Why are you leaving your post so soon, Father?

Who gave to your holy apostles--

There's a little extra rope for you right up there.

Serpents and scorpions.

Perhaps you can join your dear departed brother!

Shut up! Shut up!

You don't know what you're talking about.

I can't take it, Father.

This has to stop, Father.

This has to stop!

- I can't take it anymore! - Hey! Just get out!

Catch your breath.

I can't take it anymore!

Go!

I humbly call on your holy name,

in fear and trembling,

asking that you grant me

your unworthy servant, pardon for all my sins...

And the power supported by your mighty arm.

I--I can't hold...

No, no, no, no. We have to turn her.

Turn her on her side!

Emma? Emma?

She would be dehydrated.

She needs to replenish her fluids.

Yes, Father.

She shall bask in the infernal kingdom

of hell for eternity.

In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ,

Emma, can you hear me?

Emma, Emma.

Here, sit.

There, it's okay.

Aaaah!

Her suffering shall be

laid at your feet.

How-- how did you find us?

If you continue,

your days left on Earth will be few.

Sister Rose?

Sister Rose!

Father?

Aaaaaaah!

Father Steiger...

Father, I don't know what's happening.

Why?

Please, come in. Come in.

I'm sorry, I feel like I'm being drawn into something

and I-- I can't eat

I can't sleep, I can't think, Father,

I can't think. Ohh!

Yeah. Yeah. Sit-- Sit down, Father

And Emma, Father.

Emma, she-- she haunts me, Father.

She haunts me. How did she know?

How does Emma know of my brother?

My brother, Father.

He...

He took his own life, Father.

A month ago, he took his own life.

He was in so much pain

He was in so much pain, Father.

And none of us knew.

None of us knew until it was too late

and he was crying out and I couldn't help him

because I was so preoccupied.

I was caught up in myself in this stupid place.

Please, sit.

Sit.

I'm sorry, Father.

I'm sorry, Father.

I have no use.

Here, Drink this. It'll help

Thank you. Thank you, Father.

This is the enemy's mission,

to make us doubt ourselves,

God, our purpose on earth,

and most important: cause us suffering.

I had a sister, you know. Claire.

Disease was all over Europe.

Cholera, small pox, polio.

I was old enough. I survived,

but many didn't.

After we lost Claire,

all the pain continued for years.

Bigotry, censorship, rising fascism

you name it...

Most of my family succumbed to the turmoil.

It's what brought me here to this country years ago.

And that's what brought me to my calling.

Your calling.

You understand, Father?

This grief, all this suffering,

Job's in the desert, Joan of Arc, yours, mine,

your brother's, Emma's, everybody's.

It may look bleak, but these trials,

these temptations, they fortify us

for a greater good.

To grow into those we are destined to be.

Our raison d'etre .

Raison d'etre?

Yes.

I thought I was just supposed to be taking notes.

I'm just making things worse, Father.

You're not a spectator, Father.

You are a priest.

You must understand your own importance, please.

Your faith, your intelligence, your commitment.

I don't understand my faith.

Remember, Father, Emma had no one.

No parish wanted any part of her.

They wouldn't touch her.

Yet you... and the Reverend Mother

and the sisters, you all accepted this task

like great warriors.

Because when the word of the Lord is spoken

through us, with commitment and passion,

even Satan must listen.

Like Saint Michael

defending the glory of God in battle.

It's the most powerful weapon we have.

I found a Saint Michael medallion

in my brother's things.

I was... looking through them the other night.

My brother's name was Michael.

Ah!

What?

Hmm?

So I, uh,

I wrote this letter...

before I came.

Would you place it on my mother's grave

in Redding,

please? - You will place it there

yourself, not me, Emma.

You're holding on too tight, Father.

I won't hear of it, Emma.

It's too deep.

Please.

I owe it to you.

I owe it to my mother.

It's too deep.

It's cold.

Emma's condition is dire.

These devils, they found their way

into her core, her sinew.

So once we begin tonight, we can't stop.

Because if we let up or give the enemy time to mend,

we will lose her forever.

So if you need a moment to rest, go.

If you need water,

food or fresh air,

take respite.

We must be resolute because we are the ones

that stand in the breach.

And hold back the darkness.

Even if it means we don't come back from it.

Attention Beelzebub, and all manner of brutes

and hellions tormenting this woman.

Cami...

In the name of the Father and of the Son,

my little Camila...

and of the Holy Spirit.

help me, please...

Let your mighty hand cast him out of Your servant--

Grandma?

They are torturing me

So he may no longer hold...

Sister, do not listen.

Please help me.

I can't take it.

Grandma, forgive me.

Sister!

Jesus would never allow

my beautiful grandmother's voice

into a lying snake like you.

You won't fool me, you vile beast!!!

Abandon your own grandmother?

You'll rot in hell, you stupid fucking bitch!

Let go of me!

Help!

Their little cries.

I drowned them, one by one,

each one screamed more than the last.

The sounds of their gasps

were like music in my ears.

And Jesus was laughing right along with me.

Leave this servant of God!

And be gone!

Thank you, Reverend Mother.

Let your Sisters be cut,

bruised and degraded?

How could you let this happen?

You've destroyed their spirits.

Their spirits will never be destroyed.

They're too strong for you.

Sister! What happened?

She was just-- I don't know,

I never-- she just came across like a...

What happened? Where is she?

She's in the catacombs.

Tell everyone else to get into their rooms.

Yes, Father.

What is happening?

Emma's escaped...

- Where did she go? - The catacombs, I think...

Just go! Go!

I'll tell the sisters. Go!

Sisters, come!

Come quickly to my chambers!

Emma?

Emma?

Emma?

It's alright. It's alright.

Come, we'll be safer in here.

Come, quickly. Quickly.

Emma?

Ahh!

Emma?

Father,

You have failed her.

Mother?

Yes, it's alright. It's alright.

She's here.

I found her!

Emma?

Emma?

Sister?

Where's Father Theophilus?

I, uh--

We found her!

She's here.

She's not breathing.

Father?

She's-- I don't know.

Check for bleeding.

There's no sign of blood.

She's not breathing.

Her pulse is-- is very faint.

No, no. She can't die.

She can't die.

Emma?

Emma speak to us.

Something is blocking her breath.

We need to get her up.

Okay sister, we need more light.

Emma?

Wake up.

She already belongs to us!

Call to her.

It is through the devil I speak now.

It is God himself who commands you.

God the Father commands you.

God the Son commands you.

God the Holy Spirit commands you.

It is He who commands you.

He who once stilled the sea and the wind and the storm!

Hearken, therefore, and tremble in fear, Satan,

you enemy of the faith, you foe of the human race.

See the light, Emma! See the light!

You corrupter of justice, you root of all evil and vice;

you begetter of death, you robber of life!

You are guilty, before Almighty God,

guilty before His Son,

guilty before the whole human race.

He who is coming to judge

both the living and the dead

and the world by fire!

Emma! Look at the light, Emma!

Depart, Jacob.

Depart, Mina.

Depart, Judas.

Betrayer of Jesus Christ!

Depart, Asmodeus, Sathanas,

Leviathan, Beelzebub,

And all Princes of Hell

within this servant of God,

depart!

Depart!

Emma... Don't let go.

Hear the voice of God.

Hear us.

Here,

Come. Come, be careful.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Emma, Emma.

I have you. I have you.

Saint Michael the Archangel,

illustrious leader of the heavenly army

defend us in the battle against principalities

and powers against the rulers of the world of darkness.

Holy Mary, Mother of God pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Behold the handmaid of the Lord:

Be it done unto me according to Thy word.

We carry our prayers up to God's throne

that the mercy of the Lord may quickly come

and lay hold of the Satan and his demons,

casting him into chains, into the abyss,

so that he can no longer seduce the nations.

He has cast you forth into the outer darkness

where everlasting ruin awaits.

You are guilty before His Son, our Lord Jesus Christ,

whom you dared to nail to the cross.

You are guilty before the whole human race,

to whom you proffered by your enticements

the poisoned cup of death.

Therefore, I adjure you, profligate dragon,

in the name of the spotless Lamb,

to depart this woman

and to depart from the church of God.

Emma?

Hi, Emma.

Emma.

Is it over?