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- Come on, come on, come on,
- I'm coming.

- come on, come on, come on.

You can make it.
You can make it.

I promise.

- Brett, how much further?

- We'll just get to
the top. Come on.

- I'm tired.

- Here.

We're nearly there. Wait
till you see the view.

Up here.

- Whoa.

- You up?
- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Oh my God. You're right.
It's gorgeous up here.

- Oh, we should have brought
a blanket or something.

Brett, I said we should've
brought a blanket.

Brett?

Brett?

Brett, for God's sake!

Brett!

- Luke.

- How are you, Simon?

I suppose I shouldn't
be surprised it's you.

- Likewise.

- And who found it?

- Two kids at the festival.

They fell into a
crack in the ground

Took the police nearly
a week to find them.

- What happened?

- The boy was killed instantly.

The girl spent five days in
pitch darkness with this corpse,

but she died just
after they found her.

God help her.

- Michael.

Michael.

Michael, stop it!

Oh!

Oh God.

Michael, stay there. Don't move.

Oh God.

Oh my God!

Oh, don't move!

Don't move!

You've had an accident!

I'm going to call an ambulance!

Don't try and move!

How is she?

- I'll do further
tests, of course,

but I don't think you've
could have hit her

quite as hard as you
imagined, Mrs. Kirkman.

- There's no way
I couldn't have.

I know how hard I hit her.

- But she only has a
cut on her hairline

and a few scratches.

There's no serious damage.

- But she's unconscious.

- No, she's asleep.

Look, the results are all fine.

She's a bit
disoriented, of course.

Her short-term memory
may be a bit shaky.

There's no reason
to keep her in.

- You're letting her go?

- I'll see her after my surgery.

- Oh, I can't just walk
away and leave her.

Who'll look after her.

Oh, this is awful. I
don't even know her name.

- It's Cassie Grant.

- Michael.

- The Christ figure has
his back to the church.

- It does, doesn't it?

- It seems to be the
wrong way around.

This is a very significant
discovery, Luke.

- Yes.

I know.

I'm surprised you came to me.

- Simon, Santa Severa
was a long time ago.

- Two years.

- To be honest, you
weren't my first choice.

- The building itself
is brick and stone.

Office reticulata, Roman.

This church was built
in the first century.

- And the altarpiece?

- Yes.

The altarpiece was carved at
around about the same time.

- It's unusual, a crucifixion
shown from behind the cross.

Never seen that before.

- It's gonna deteriorate.

- How fast?

- I'll need to get a
monitoring system in

as soon as possible.

- How soon can you start?

- As soon as I can
get a team together.

- Professor Kirkman, I'd
prefer you to work alone

at this stage.

We feel that the fewer the
people from outside the church

concerned with the
conservational work the better

As long as it's still
under our jurisdiction,

we'd like to make
our own analysis,

calmly, quickly, and
without any fuss.

- And no journalists.

- We'll cooperate in
every way, professor.

We'll provide everything
that you require.

- Are you sure about this?

- It's the least
I can do, really.

We've got more room than
we know what to do with.

You can stay as
long as you need to.

You don't remember why you
were coming to Ashby Wake?

- No. I must know people here.

- Hmm.

- I'm sorry. Just,
it's all a bit fuzzy.

- Dr. Byworth said you might be
a bit confused to begin with.

Our Ashby's a small place.

Someone's bound
to recognize you.

- Michael's quiet.
- Yes.

How did you know his name?

- You must've said it.
- Of course.

We're here.

- Boo!

- Oh, this is Emma.

- Hi Emma. I'm Cassie.

- Hi.

- Wow. This is an
incredible house.

- We bought it a year ago.

Just after we were married.

- Oh.

- I'm there step mom.

We still got loads to do to it.

- You have so many
beautiful things.

- That's Simon, my husband.

He's the expert.

Now just be comfortable.

I'll make some tea.

- I'll help you.

- So what about this girl?

- Cassie?

Really wasn't anything
else I could do?

God, Simon, I
thought I killed her.

- God, that must
have been awful.

Oh.

- Oh, I was petrified.

I thought she was dead.

I don't know what
I would've done.

Thank God we can help her out.

She's also lost all her things.

At least we can give her a bed.

Hello.

- Good morning.
- How are you feeling today?

- Much better. Thank you.

I hope you don't mind.

The kids said they were hungry,

so I thought I'd
make them breakfast.

- I showed her
where everything is.

- You shouldn't be doing this.

- I don't mind.

- Ashby Wake Fair.

- Is Mrs. Groves here yet?

- Mm-mm.

- In the village.

I think a few of you...

- I'm meant to be in
Oxford for a meeting.

- Oh, I can take
the kids to school.

- That's okay.

- I'd like to.

- Summer fair...

- You don't know where it is.

- Emma can show me.

- Lot's of parades,
lot's of fairground stuff.

- Hey Michael, how do
you like your eggs?

Scrambled or sunny-side up?

- He's not talking.

- Or do they do something
weird here in England

like mix them with jelly?

- Ew.

- Marvelous day.

Get the kids, bring the family

and take everybody there.

And don't forget that.

That's August the first.
- Thank you.

- Ashby
Wake Summer Fair.

- Hi, Lucy.

- Oh.

- Hello.

- I'm so sorry. Excuse me.

- Most of the damage
is being caused

by these waterborne
salts, actually,

within the fabric
of the building.

That's especially true on
these figures to the right.

There's bubbling and
incrustation

on most of the others,

but they're remarkable,
aren't they?

Joseph of Arimathea
was at the crucifixion.

And he came to England
immediately afterwards.

- With the spear that wounded
Christ on the cross, yes.

- And?

- And he built a
church in Glastonbury.

- First century, Roman church.

Almost certainly this one.

- It's possible.

- It's probable.

So when we look at
this altarpiece,

you know what we
could be looking at?

- A record of the
crucifixion of Christ

by someone who was there.

♪ A tissue ♪

♪ And we all fall down ♪

♪ The cows are in the meadow ♪

♪ Eating buttercups ♪

♪ A tissue, a tissue ♪

♪ We all fall down ♪

- Cassie.
I made this for you.

♪ Ring-a-ring-a-rosies ♪

♪ A pocket full of posies ♪

♪ A tissue, a tissue ♪

♪ We all fall down ♪

- I saw two people
in town that looked

kind of familiar to me.

I think they recognize me

but I had no idea who they were.

- Happens to me all the time.

Headaches?

- No.

- Anything else?

- Well, when I saw those people,

I dunno, everything
went kind of strange.

- I don't think you've
anything to worry about.

You've had a jolt.

It'll take time to settle down.

All right?

- Yeah. Thank you.

- Hello.

Where'd you find that?

- This is yours? You wrote this?

- Yes.

- "The Forensics of Faith."

- It's about my work.

- I thought you restored art.

- I do.

And work out where it comes from

and whether it's
authentic or not,

which causes a lot of trouble.

Keeps me busy, though.
- Too busy.

It's been a godsend, Cassie,
having you here with us.

- Oh, it's great being
here with the kids.

They're really, really sweet.

- Have you been a nanny
before or an au pair?

- I don't think so.

- Do you remember anything
about your family?

- No, not yet.

- I'll have a glass of that.

- Sorry.

- How long have you lived here?

- A year.

- Emma was born in Ashby Wake

and she was nine when
we moved in here.

We just thought it'd
be a great place

to make a fresh start.

Kids had had such
a difficult time.

- Michael was only four
when his mother died.

- I'm sorry.

- She'd been ill a long time.

- It's been terrible
for Michael.

He's really had a struggle.

It's so hard having
to watch him suffer.

- No!

- Asshole.

- Cheers.

- Are you all right?

- I know you.

Don't I?

- You don't remember, do you?

- No, no, I do.

Outside of the school.

- Exactly.

♪ Even if I don't know
how to forgive myself ♪

♪ I know ♪

- So whereabouts in the
States are you from?

- The Midwest.

I'm staying with family here.

I was actually hit by
a car a few days ago.

- You were run over?

- Yeah, no, I'm fine. Obviously.

I just got a little concussion.

- Poor you. It must've
been a terrible shock.

♪ Now there are
arrows in the air ♪

- Are you staying in Ashby Wake?

- At Lime Court.
It's on the outskirts.

- Big place. Cornfields.

- Yeah, yeah, that's it.

♪ Arrows in the air ♪

Do you live around here?

- I haven't decided yet.

I mean, I do love it.

The West Country.

I'm looking after someone's
place up on Studee Hill.

- The report shows
unusually low acid

and high salt
levels in the soil.

- Mm-hmm.

- Well this might be
damaging the walls.

- Yes, I know, Luke.
I wrote the report.

What's really interesting
is that the soil

was brought here
about 1200 years

after the church was built.

- You didn't put
that in the report.

- The church was
buried deliberately

around the time of
the Black Death.

Come on, Luke.

We've known each
other a long time.

Why are you trying to keep
this place under wraps?

- Look, there are things
we don't understand yet.

If the church was
deliberately buried,

there must've been a reason.

- No!

- Damn it.

- No!

Michael?

Michael?

Michael?

Was that you?

Where you crying?

Can't you sleep?

It's a very good dog.

Like the one that
barks outside, huh?

You've heard it, haven't you?

And the children?

Have you heard them too?

It's okay.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Mrs. Groves?

Do you know anyone around here

who has a pitbull kind of dog?

- What sort of a pitbull?

- I don't know.

It was kinda caramel colored.

Got a really big head.

I've seen it here
on the grounds.

- I haven't seen a
pit bull like that

around here for a long time.

Where are the children?
This is nearly done.

- What was Michael and
Emma's mother like?

- Caroline? Oh, she was lovely.

Lovely mum.

It's not my place, I know,

but it didn't help,
Professor Kirkman

remarrying so soon after.

- Yeah, it must have upset them.

- Well as much as moving here

They shouldn't have
bought this place.

Would you mind calling them in?

- Michael? Emma?

- You're not
holding it straight.

- No!

No!

- Michael? Michael?

Micheal, it's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

- A journalist has been
phoning the Bishop's office.

We can't have people
talking to the press.

- Oh, you think it was me?

- No, no, of course not.

- Yes you do.

- Well, was it?

- Ah.

- You still think you
were right, don't you?

About Santa Severa.

- All I did was tell the truth.

- As you saw it.

Actually what you did
was undermine the faith

of thousands of people.

- People who've been
taught to believe

that a piece of wood--

- A sacred relic.
- A piece of 19th century

driftwood was a fragment
of the holy cross?

- Which they
believed was sacred.

- Luke, I'm only
interested in the facts.

- I know.

I know.

- No, thanks.

- But what we have
here is authentic.

This deserves to
make the headlines.

This is probably the
earliest crucifixion we have.

- That's not what it is.

Aristobulus, Biship
of the Britains,

wrote a series of letters.

- He was in
Glastonbury, wasn't he?

First century?

- Aristobulus
mentions the church

founded by St.
Josesph of Arimathea,

and in the same letter
there's a sort of postscript

that quite a few
scholars puzzled about.

"They came only to see

from the East and from the West,

from the city and
from the plain.

They came not in holy
reverence to the Lord,

but in lust."

- Mm-mm.

Your Latin's better than mine.

- "They came only to see...

Not in holy reverence,
but in lust."

That's what I think the
bas-relief is about.

There have always been
people all through the ages

who came just for the spectacle.

The people who knitted
by the guillotine

during the French Revolution,

the crowds who turned up for
the hangings at Newgate Jail,

the people who camp
outside of American prisons

when they're going
to throw the switch.

- Yes, but it's still
a crucifixion scene.

Maybe unorthodox but-

- No, it's not
just a crucifixion.

It's not about Christ, Simon.

It's about the people
who came to watch.

- There you go, Vicar.

Thanks very much.
- Thank you very much.

Good morning.

- Michael?

Sweetie?

It's okay.

It's okay. He can't hurt you.

He's...

Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

- Look at my face.

- Michael!

I won't let anything
happen to you.

Okay? I promise.

- I'm all right.

- I'm not gonna let
anything happen to you.

Oh, I promise.

- I'm okay.

- I'm so sorry, Dan.

I just, I didn't know
who else to talk to.

- Cassie, what is it?

- For the past few days,
I've been having these...

Oh.

I don't even know
what to call them.

Visions, hallucinations.

I see these horrible things.

And then later I'm not even
sure if I just imagined...

- Well, you were
run over by a car.

- But what I see, it's so real.

I'm afraid I'm
having premonitions.

- Premonitions? What about?

- I don't know.

- Well do you know
what they mean?

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

Fuck.

How can I know
what's gonna happen

if I don't even know
what has happened?

- Oh, hey.

- I'll help you.

- I feel so alone.

- You're not alone, Cassie.

You're not alone.

- The dog was
barking at us like crazy

in the back of the truck.

And this guy was just
staring at Michael.

It was awful.

- Well there's only
one garage in Ashby Wake.

We'll start there.

- That's it. That's
definitely the truck.

- What are you doing?

Can I help you?

- Can you tell me
who owns this car?

- Why did you wanna know?

- I'd like to buy it.

- It's not for sale.

It belongs to one
of my mechanics.

- Is he here?

- No.

- Well, can we get
his telephone number?

- No, he's not on the phone.

- Okay, then his address.

♪ Giving up ♪

- Talen Cottage, Log Ridge Road.

His name's Argyle.

Oh!

Oh.

Jesus.

- So that's the dog?

- Yeah, that is the dog.

- You know, in England, we call
this breaking and entering.

- I'm not gonna break anything.

- God, look at this stuff.

- It's sad.

Oh, God.

I know these people.

Dan, I know these people.

That's my doctor
from the hospital.

- Come on. Let's go.

- That's Lime Court.

In the 60's, Lime Court
was a children's home.

A church home.

The staff was accused
of molesting the kids.

- So what's new?

Come on, Cassie. I really think
we should get out of here.

- Jesus Christ. They
were all involved.

They were all in on it.

All these guys.

Everyone must know.

The whole town must know.

That's him at Lime Court.

He must have lived there.

Oh my God.

Dan! Dan, it's Michael!

He has a picture of Michael.

Why does he have a
picture of Michael?

- I don't know.

Come on, let's get outta here.
- Shit.

- Before he comes back.

- Wait, wait!

Oh my God! Dan,
you saw that place.

That guy is obviously insane.

- All I saw was a
sad, fucked up life.

- We're going to the police.

- And tell them what?

That he's been taking
snatches of Michael?

- Yes. And what about
all those other pictures?

He must see himself
as a kid in Michael.

He wants to get rid of
him, wipe out his past.

And in one of my...

- Premonitions.
- Yes.

- In one of my premonitions,

I saw Michael with half
of his face blown off.

- But you can't go to the
police and tell them that.

- Well, we have to do something.

Jesus.

- Okay.

Why don't we find out a bit more

before we do anything drastic?

- And all that happiness,

so soon to be shattered.

Yet he went with him on
his last political journey.

In Dallas, he was well-respected
by state government.

- Thank you.

- There to
was the vice president,

Mr. Lyndon Johnson,
who is a Texan.

In that state, the democratic
government is not popular.

But the Kennedy
charm seemed to be

as effective as ever.

With a motorcade.

- It was closed down
after all the fuss.

Just abandoned.

Then Mrs. Kirkman
bought it and did it up.

- Did you ever come here?

Did you know the priest
that was in charge?

- Look, it doesn't
matter, now does it?

It's all over now.

Nobody wants it
all raked up again.

- It just seems like
someone should have known

what was going on here.

- Cassie, nothing
was ever proved.

There were rumors, yes.

It was wicked, dreadful,

but it's over.

- But safety
standards have changed

since those early days.

Controversy over the
precautions taken...

- We're unashamed

and frequently close
to the cameras.

How many met this fate
will never be known.

- He's dangerous. I
think he wants revenge.

- Revenge, right. On whom?

- I don't know. The
people that hurt him.

Possibly the whole town.

- The whole town?

And he's obsessed with this
kid that I look after, Michael.

- Now, why would he want
to harm this kiddie?

- I don't know,

because of his childhood,
the way he was hurt

- Okay, now I don't
suppose you've got

a name for this gentlemen.

- Frederick Michael Argyle.

- Fred?

- Look, Miss, I don't think
you have to worry about Fred.

Everybody in Ashby
Wake knows Fred.

- And you think he's funny?

Jesus Christ! What is
wrong with you people?

- Look, Miss, I'm afraid that
without any actual evidence,

there's very little we can do.

- Great.

Thank you.
Thanks a lot.

- And from the 19th century,
this male figure on the right.

The detail of his face.

The figure on the bas-relief.

And in this picture, we're
looking at the figure

of the older woman
in the background.

There's the detail

of her face.

And again, the identical
face on the bas-relief.

- We must bury it.

- Isn't that rather drastic?

- I've been in turmoil.
I think we all have.

Ever since the
discovery was made.

And we grieve for those
two, poor, young people.

But these findings come
as no great surprise

to the scholars among us.

You're not the first, Luke,

to recognize that these
figures appear again and again

at scenes of human tragedy.

It has been documented
by certain churchmen.

And we must respect the fact

that the church has
been buried once before.

Why?
- Bishop, forgive me.

Burying the church, even
tearing it down brick by brick,

isn't gonna stop these
tragedies from happening.

- Indeed it is not.

Nothing on earth can do that
but we can prevent that place

becoming a center of
superstition and fear.

If people become obsessed
with evils that might occur,

they neglect the present
good that they should do.

Can you handle matters

with Professor Kirkman?

- Yes.

So I'll drive up to see
him first thing tomorrow.

- Frederick Michael Argyle.
- Fred?

Everybody in Ashby
Wake knows Fred.

- He has a picture of Michael!

Why does he have a
picture of Michael?

- Now why would he want
to harm this kiddie?

- He wants to get rid of
him. Wipe out his past.

- Look, Miss, I don't think
you have to worry about Fred.

- No!

Please!

Don't, don't!
- I'll teach you, Argyle!

You won't run away! I saw you!

Always trying to make trouble!

How do you like it?
- Please, please!

Don't!

I wasn't!
- You like the boys,

Argyle?
- Please!

- Try that again...

- No!

- Michael? Michael?

Deep breath.

Okay.

Oh, it's okay.

- I heard voices.

- I know, sweetie.
I heard them too.

- What's going on?
Michael, what's the matter?

- Oh, he was having a bad dream.

- It's all right.

Come on. You go up to bed.

It's just a storm.
It'll all right.

Come on. It's all right.

- Let me take him.

- It's okay, Michael.

Michael, you go
with Marion, okay?

- Did Michael get these out?

- Yeah.

- Simon. Where are
these photographs from?

- They're just my work.

- No, you have to tell me,
where are these pictures from?

- They're from an altarpiece.

A bas-relief I've
been working on.

- I've seen these people.

- What?

- In Ashby Wake.

- No, these are
from a work of art.

A very old work of art.

- I've seen these
people in your town.

- What are you talking about?

- This one.

And this one.

- That's enough.

Just go to bed, would
you, Cassie, please.

- Oh my God.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

your friend and his, the mayor!

- I just wanted to say,

I'm delighted to be here.

And it gives me great pleasure

to declare the Ashby
Wake Fair open!

- Wait for me!

- Run, silly.

Come on.

- I'll race ya!

- Yes.

Thanks. Bye.

Luke Fraser's been
killed in a car accident.

- Simon.

- He was on his way to see me.

The car somersaulted and it
was instantaneous, apparently.

- Oh.

- Um, I've gotta go.

The bishop wants to see me.

Will you be here?

- Of course.

- Whee!

Whee!

- I'm grateful for your
promptness, Professor Kirkman.

It's a terrible blow.

Luke was a remarkable man.

- Yes, yes.

- There are things I
think you should see.

Aristobulus called
them "The Gathering."

The people who came
to the crucifixion

not to worship or to
comfort, but to watch.

- Yeah.

"From the East and from
the West they came,

not in Holy reverence,
but in lust."

- Indeed.

There's always been a
tradition in the church

that the Gathering was cursed,

cast into the outer darkness

and that its members were doomed

to be the spectators of
mankind suffering forevermore.

The first world war.

Desolation of the
first atomic bomb.

The barbaric
lynching of one poor soul.

I've shaken your
faith, professor.

- No, I don't have a faith.

- Your faith in
scientific rationality.

- Oh.

Have you got a phone?

- Yes, of course.

- I know where these people are.

They're here now.

♪ La, la, la ♪

- Cassie, look at me.

Look at my legs.

- Look at me.

- Cassie, look.
- Okay.

Let's go, okay?

They're here. Come on.

Mrs. Groves?
- Hello, Michael, Emma.

- Hello, Mrs. Groves.
- Are you gonna buy a balloon

for the race?
- Yes, please.

- Mrs. Groves, can you
watch them a minute?

- Well, I don't know.

- Mrs. Groves, this
is really important.

Please?

- Cassie!

Where are the children?

- They're over there
with Mrs. Groves.

- What's going on? Simon
said we were in danger.

- You're just gonna
have to trust me.

You've got to get
the kids out of here.

♪ MG coming with the twist ♪

♪ Something to believe in ♪

♪ I'm feeling ♪

- Oi, James, look who's here.
It's GI Joe.

Well very nice of you
to turn up, Freddy.

- What have you got
there, Freddy boy?

You been shooting rabbits again?

♪ Why have you had
no one to see that ♪

- Shit!

- Fellas!

You two!

Where the hell have you been?

Luke, I never
touched you. Please.

No.

Please.

- Hello, stranger.

- Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

- Cassie.

- You stay the
fuck away from me.

- What?

- Who are you?

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about a sculpture

that was made 2,000 years ago.

I saw pictures of it last night.

I saw you.

You were in them.

- Yes.

- Yes?

What the hell does that mean?

Who the fuck are you?

- You shouldn't have gone
to the police, Cassie.

I tried to warn you.

They might've gotten away

and they couldn't
allow that to happen.

- There was an officer here.

Where is he?

- Right behind you.

- Oh, Jesus!

Jesus Christ.

- Hello.

Ah, Frederick. Been to the fair?

- It all began 2,000 years ago.

A crucifixion on the hill.

We went to watch.

But we were punished.

Unfairly, in my view.

It's a natural
thing to be curious.

- You knew about Argyle
this entire time.

- So did you.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm not going to
hurt you, Cassie.

I'd never do that.

You know something's
going to happen.

That's why you're still here.

You're one of us, Cassie.

You've just forgotten.

All those years ago,

we've been condemned
to come back and watch.

And that's what we did.

But as time has passed,
we found we can be of use.

We can make sure that
things are in place

for what's inevitably
going to happen.

That nothing gets in the way.

- But it's pathetic.
It's obscene.

Watching people suffer,

getting some kind
of thrill out of it.

- No, there's no thrill.

We can't stop what's
going to happen, Cassie.

- Fuck you, Dan.

- There's nothing
you can do, Cassie.

- And right behind us,

who is presenting the prizes,

a big welcome to Dr. Byworth.

- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

- Hey!

Hey, can you help me?

Please, can you
help me push this?

- Yeah, of course.
- Please, around back.

Please.
- Okay.

- Okay. I'll go this side.

- Are you ready?
- Yeah.

- All right, push!
- And the prize goes to

Miss Caldwell.

- Is the engine gonna start?

- Come on, faster!
- Spring her out.

- You've gotta let
out the clutch!

- You're gonna hit the wall!

- To the right!
- Careful!

- No, you're gonna hit it!

- Jesus Christ!

- Run, get away!

- Are you all right?

- Run! Run!

Run!
- What?

- Come on! There's
a bomb in the truck!

Run! Run!

- Congratulations.

- It's all right.
- Come on, come on.

- Oh.

No, no. Please.

- Let's get over there.

- You're a little late.

You missed it. I'm sorry
if I ruined it for you.

- You haven't. You've
seen it, Cassie.

You know what's coming.

He's ticking off his list.

He's on his way to
kill Michael now.

- Michael's on a
train to London.

- I think you'll
find that Michael's

at Lime Court with Emma.

Cassie.
- Don't touch me.

- It won't make any difference.

- Marion?

Emma, where's Marion?

- She's down there.
- Cassie, is that you?

- Marion, we've got to
- I can't get Simon.

- get out of here.
- The train's canceled

but I thought we'd be safe here.

- There's a man.

- Marion.

- Michael!

Michael.

Cassie! Take Michael.

- Marion.

Go, go, take Michael.
- Oh God.

Go!

- Run!

Run! Come on!

Into the field!

- Did you see Marion?

- Shh.

- No!

- Fuck!

Come on.

Stay here.

Go.

- Marion? Oh, God.

Oh, God.
- The children.

- I'll call an ambulance.
- The children.

- My God.
- I'll be okay.

Get the children.

Get the children, get the,
- Oh, Christ.

- Get the children.
I'll be okay.

- Stay down.

It's okay.

- Shh.

- Cassie!

Please, no.

- No!

- Cassie.

Cassie.

I did see that man shoot you.

- Yes, he did.

But he couldn't hurt me.

No one can.

I'm not like you

A long, long time ago,

there was a girl walking in
a field outside of a city

and she came upon something...

A terrible thing.

And she stopped and watched.

She shouldn't have done that.

- Why not?

- Because it was a
horrible, horrible thing.

She should have tried
to stop it or help

or at least she could've
cried out against it,

but she didn't.

She just watched.

- What happened to her?

- She wandered lost
for a long time.

And she was very unhappy.

But then she learned
something important.

That everyone gets
a second chance.

You just have to
know to take it.

Sleep.
- I can't.

What about the voices?

- They're gone.

You don't have to be
afraid of them anymore.

- Are you gonna stay
with me, Cassie?

- No.

You don't need me.

We're both free now, Michael.

- You all right?

Time to sleep.

And bear.

- Night-night.

- Night-night.