All language subtitles for Chasing.the.Devil.2014.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NWD

- My name is Patrick Mccord.

I know I look like hell.

You'll soon see why.

Two months ago,
I put together this footage

to try and clear my name.

Before sending it to you,
the authorities,

I sent it to three people I know

who I thought
might be able to help...

Shannon Jackson,
a classmate of mine

who was
a Pulitzer prize finalist

and a journalist with the times;

Alexander Calhoun, a theoretical
physicist at M.I.T.;

and John MacMillan, a bishop
with the catholic church.

Within weeks
of viewing the footage,

one was convicted
of a violent crime,

one died
under bizarre circumstances,

and the third committed suicide.

From what happened
to those I sent it to,

I can only surmise
that viewing this

is an invitation for it
to come after whoever sees it.

So, once I'm done here today,

I'll send it to you as evidence,
and that's it.

If, for some reason, someone
else is watching this, stop.

For me,
it began in the spring of 2007.

Across the Atlantic
at St. Petersburg church,

right after one
of the pope's benedictions,

a 19-year-old girl suddenly
freaked out and went after him.

That girl was my sister.

Aah!

-She hurled insults at him
in Latin.

She didn't speak
any foreign languages.

She threw off the Vatican guards
like they were nothing.

My sister weighed 110 pounds.

The police ignored this
and arrested her anyway.

She spent the next three years
institutionalized.

We eventually got her
into a more decent facility...

A sort of halfway house.

Then in June of 2011,
I went to visit her.

She was hanging from a height

that she couldn't have
possibly reached.

Her face and torso
were gouged with deep scratches,

like she had put up a fight.

But they dismissed all this,

and the state added one more
suicide to their records.

I knew it was something else.

I was gonna find out what.

The desire to solve the mystery
of my sister's death

led me to a team
of paranormal investigators.

They had their own TV show...

The "parashooters"
or something like that.

You know the kind.

I did hear, though, that one of
them, Thomas, was the real deal.

-There was a little girl here.

She's moved on.

-I had serious doubts
about this group,

but another classmate of mine,
Frank Prichard,

who was doing a documentary
on the occult,

convinced me to give them a shot

and asked if he could trail me
and tape everything.

I said okay and contacted them.

Now I wish
I had never started looking.

So, uh, we're on our way
to the halfway house

where my sister Annie died
to meet this paranormal team.

For now, I haven't told them
what I think really happened.

As far as they're concerned,

they think
they're just investigating

the site of my sister's suicide.

This is it.

-You ever check out
their TV show?

-Yeah.
Pretty lame.

Hey.
How you doing?

-Hi. I'm Thomas.
You must be Patrick.

-Ah.
This guy is good.

Right.

Come meet the rest of the team.

This here's grunt.

- Hi.
- What's up?

It was Grant, until I started
hauling all his crap around.

This is Becky.

- Hi.
- Hi.

-And what do you do?

-Um, I just help
with the investigations.

-We needed the requisite
"hot girl" on the team.

-So they settled for me.

-No.
We're lucky to have her.

Becky's actually very intuitive.

-Hmm. You see?
I'm intuitive.

-Sure.
Let's call it that.

-And you guys know frank, right?

- Frank.
- Hi, frank.

- Hey.
- How's it going, man?

-Hey, thanks for putting
all this together.

-Yeah, no problem.

I'm pretty much just gonna stay
out of you guys' way.

Hopefully, we'll find
some answers for Patrick.

- Cool.
- More importantly, frank,

seriously, this is my good side,

so if you want
to just keep it right here.

- Right here? Gotcha.
- What?

-That's the money.
That's the money.

-So, uh, Patrick,

is there anything you want
to tell us before we go in?

-No. Uh, I'd rather not
prejudice you with information.

-I get it.
A little test drive.

It's cool.

- Good to go?
- Let's do it.

-Did you hear that?

I swear to god
I just heard a voice.

It was pretty believable, right?

-Cut it out.

-Are you serious
with these guys?

-Just give them a chance,
all right?

-Um, this is the room.

Temp's normal.

-She was attacked
here on the bed.

- Well, actually, she...
- and then...

she was lifted here to the fan.

-Interesting.

Um... wait.

What do you mean, "lifted"?

-They struggled.

And he hung her from the fan.

-He?
Who... who he?

It was a suicide.

-That's not what I'm getting.

-They didn't find anything.
No prints.

-Maybe not exactly a he.

More like a...

- It.
- Oh!

Something just touched
the back of my neck.

-Dude, you can drop it.
This isn't for the show.

-Hey, fuck you.
I felt it.

-Well, I was
all the way over here, so...

-What was that?

-Everyone just be quiet
for a minute.

Patrick.

Was your sister's body
all marked up?

-Yeah.
She was scratched.

She did it to herself.

-Some of it, yes, but not all.

No, he put her on display and...

-Thomas?
You okay?

-It just dropped to 38 degrees
over there.

God, he's choking on something.

-Is he all right?
What's going on?

-Call 911.
He's choking on something!

-Really?
Are you serious?

What's going on?
Is this one of his things?

- Dude, I don't know.
- Is he... is he doing this?

Is this one
of your little stunts?

No, it's not.

-Whoa!
Are you all right, man?

-What's going on?
What's going on?

Let's get you off the floor.

Get up. Get up.
Get out of here, all right?

Get him some water.
Get him some water.

-Okay! Okay!

So, that was all...
That was all fake, right?

-Hey.
Is this a game?

- Are you guys fucking with me?
- No.

It's... it's totally real.
- Come on.

Beck, serious?
- No, grunt.

I threw us on the floor
hoping for a reality Emmy.

-What was it?

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

It is powerful and unlike
anything I've ever felt.

We have to go back up.

-Oh, sure.
Good idea, yeah.

Are you crazy?
After what just happened?

-Dude, there are plenty
of other teams you can join

who just pretend to find shit.

Oh, fine.

-Frank, you coming?

-I go where you go.

-What's up with the fan?

-It's still in here.

-Guys, guys.

Look at this.

-Are you fucking kidding me?
Let's get out of here.

- No. Hang on a sec.
- Wait. What is that... blood?

-Who are you?

Did you kill the girl?

-Sorry, guys.
That was me.

-I think it's gone.

-Does that mean we can go?

Please?

-Yeah.

Wild stuff, man.

-Come on.

-Yeah, it's... it's
gotten weird before,

but, you know, mostly...
You hear strange sounds,

or... or maybe you think
you see something

out of the corner of your eye.

But this...

This was crazy.

-Look at this.

I can't stop shaking.

-What have you
gotten us into, Patrick?

Come on, man.

There's something
you're not telling us.

-My sister's suicide
was considered a result

of multiple personality
disorder.

But she wasn't sick.

I always thought
something did it to her.

-What kind of something?

-What I suggested didn't go over
very well with the police

or the church, or... Anybody,
for that matter,

so I tend not to say.

-You think we just earned
the right to hear?

-You want to know?

- Yeah.
- Of course.

-Hold on.

My sister was a good kid.

Good grades, no drugs.

Outgoing.

And then two years into college,

suddenly she freaks out
on a school trip to Rome

and tries to attack the pope.

-What are you thinking...
Some kind of possession?

-Yes.

I mean, personally,
I don't think somebody

develops multiple personality
disorder overnight.

These are some video entries

that she recorded
before she died.

Please!

Help me!

Please!

I can't get it away!

Please! No! No! No!

Please! No!

No! Aah!

Please!
No! No! No!

-Holy shit.

-No kidding.

I just recently found them.

-Uh, I have to admit,
this is a little beyond me.

-That's why I was hesitant
to say, Thomas.

-I'm not saying
I'm not interested.

I just need to be
better informed

on what we might be
dealing with.

-Look, I've done the research,

and honestly,
it wasn't much help.

-I'll take a look at it.

We're also gonna need
to do our own...

Unless you guys want out.

-No, I'm okay.

-Seriously?

-Grant.

-Oh. Sure.

Now you use my real name.

Fine. I'm in.

For now.

-What about you, frank?

-This is what I'm here for, man.

-Took a sample of the blood
from the wall.

Friend of mine, Dominic,
is a cop.

I'm gonna see if he can run it
through his system

and get any kind of match.

-That's good.

Meanwhile, there's someone else
I want us to talk to.

-So, Becky.

How did you meet Thomas?

-I first met Thomas
at a restaurant

where I was waitressing.

I, um... we started talking,

and he asked me to join
one of his investigations.

I always liked
this kind of stuff.

You know, scary movies.

And it's a hell of a lot more
interesting than waitressing.

Professor Gregory Porter
interview.

-Good.

-Professor Porter,
you teach theology

with a special interest
in demonology, yes?

-Among other things.

-So, you believe in the devil?

-The devil, Satan, Abaddon,

whatever name you want to use...
Absolutely.

Nearly 75% of Americans
also believe in the devil.

Frankly, I'm surprised
the number isn't higher.

-Why?

-God's numbers are over 90%.

Just look at the news, though.

I mean, there's mass violence,
genocide, terrorism.

I think it's a lot easier to
find proof of evil in the world

than it is to find proof of god,
don't you?

-Can we talk about possession?

-It's one
of my favorite subjects.

-Why's that?

-Most of us think of possession
in terms of exorcism.

You know,
priests casting out evil

while the victim writhes
and such.

-Yeah.
Isn't that what it is?

-A rare form of it, yes.

But mostly,
I think of possession

in terms of a virus...
One that takes root in the body.

But the only difference between
possession and a normal disease

is that in possession,
it's actually the disease

that decides
when it wants to move on.

-Are some more susceptible to it
than others?

-What did you say this interview
was for again?

-Just general research.

-Well, it mostly takes us
when we're alone...

Uh, invading any life-form,
really...

Male, female,
animal for that matter.

See, that's... that's
how it travels.

It courses through us
indeterminately,

passing from one life-form
to another, to another.

Now, who it chooses and why,
that I don't know.

What it ultimately wants,
well, that's simple.

It wants to spread evil.

It wants to bring about the end
of days one soul at a time.

-Can it be destroyed?

That's like asking
if you can destroy god.

No.

I mean, there are ways that you
can protect yourself from it,

maybe even drive it away,
but completely destroy it?

No.

-So, how does
one catch this virus?

-You mean how does it enter you?

-Yeah.

-Some believe
it needs to gain invitation.

It's called "opening doorways."

-How does it do that?

-Worshiping it, invoking it,
speaking its name.

Some believe
you can open a doorway

just by looking at its name.

-Uh, that simple?

-Yeah.

That simple.

When you look at a complete
history of possessions,

the "why" isn't clear.

I mean, there is wide belief

that you don't have
to do anything at all...

That it can just choose you
totally at random...

A complete innocent

with absolutely no warning
and no recourse.

Perhaps just by having
this conversation or...

Maybe just
by watching this piece of film,

that's all it takes
for it to find you.

Maybe it just did.

Maybe it's in you right now,

and your sense of control,
your sense of free will...

gone.

Careful what you chase,
gentlemen.

You might actually find it.

-Do you think
what he said is true...

That if this is
some kind of evil thing,

we should just leave it alone?

-Yeah, seriously. I have
enough problems in my life

without inviting more.

-I've read about
repercussions before,

and it's only if the entity
feels threatened or attacked.

-So we're not gonna do that,
right?

-Also if we get in the way
of what it's doing.

-And what is that?

-I haven't figured
that part out yet.

- Great.
Sounds like a plan.

-Well, until we do, I'd like
to set up an equipment base.

-Yeah.
We can do that at my place.

Got plenty of room.
- Good.

I'd also like to install
surveillance cameras

in all our homes.

If we are inviting activity,

I want to be sure to capture it.

- Mm-hmm.
- Bedrooms, too.

-Oh. In that case, I'll need
a direct feed of Becky's.

Patrick?

-Yeah.

-All right.

Let's get to it.

-Came again last night.
You could tell.

It was right here.

Right... here.

Patricius Iuvabit.

Patricius Iuvabit.

Patricius Iuvabit.

Patricius Iuvabit.

Patricius Iuvabit.

-Patricius Iuvabit.

What does that mean?

-It means...

Patrick will help.

She, uh...

She scrawled it all through
her journal, as well.

-Was there anything else
in there to give us some clues?

-No, not really.

It's mainly just some ramblings,
uh, a few drawings.

She definitely felt like
something was after her,

but why, I...

"Patrick will help."

I didn't help her
when she needed me to,

and... and that's
what I'm trying to do now.

-We'll figure it out.

-I'm sorry about being
such a skeptic before.

I'm really grateful
for what you guys are doing.

-You didn't have to say.
I'm psychic, remember?

Right.

-Okay. So, your bedroom, the
rest of the house all set up.

I just need to connect
the last couple things in here.

This place is freakin' huge.

-Yeah. I probably should have
sold it when my mom died.

-Why? It's awesome.

-Well, it's a pretty big place
for just one person.

-Whoa.
I don't know, Beck.

Sounds a lot like a proposal
to me.

-Oh.
Jealous, grunt?

-It's my general state of being.

Okay.

We're all set up.

Just, remember,
big brother's watching,

so let's try to keep it P.G.

- out of the backfield,

and he's got green
in front of him.

And knocked out of bounds
at the 48-yard line.

That's 17 yards
and a first down.

-♪ every day

♪ do it to me, yeah

♪ yeah

♪ give it to me

♪ do it to me, yeah

♪ yeah

♪ give it to me

♪ yeah

-that's for you, grunt.

-♪ yeah, yeah

I know what I have to do now...

To stay well.

I have to keep you out of me!

I have to.

Stay away!

Did you hear me?!
I said, "stay away"!

Stay... away.

Hello?

-Patrick.
It's me, Dominic.

You okay?

-Dominic.

Hey. Yeah.
The phone just gave me a scare.

-Sorry about the late hour.

I'm working the night shift
here at the station.

We just got a hit on your blood.

Thought you'd want to hear
who it is.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Go ahead.

-So, you working
for the IRS now?

No. Why?

-A Mr. Darren Kaplan.

-Who's he?

-Corporate accountant
convicted...

Of all things, tax evasion.

-Tax evasion?

-Served 10 months a year ago.

-Are you sure
there's nothing else?

-Nothing I can see here.

That's all I got.

Makes no sense.

-Yeah. Little does.

Anyway, here's his info.
You ready?

-Yeah, yeah.

-22617 marston.

You want his phone?

-Uh, no.
That's fine.

Thanks, Dominic.
I really appreciate it.

-You got it.

Just don't do anything stupid,
all right?

-Okay. Bye.

Why would an accountant's blood
be in my sister's room?

-Sure.
Let's conveniently forget

to mention that it was dripping
from her wall.

-Did you call
to give him a heads up?

-Uh, no, I didn't.

Thought a surprise visit
would be better.

-Okay.
Here it is.

-Na! Na! Na! Na! Na!

-Hilarious.

-Mr. Kaplan?

-Come on in.

-Hello?

Mr. Kaplan?

-Yeah. Here.
Come on back.

-Hi.

-Patrick Mccord?

-Yeah.

-I've been waiting for you.

I have something for you.

- Oh!
- Oh!

Oh, my god!

Oh. God.

-God!

Jesus!

-Code 6.
105 north Avenue.

-Hey, Thomas.

On the counter.
You see that?

-All I see is a lot of blood.

-No. There.

Does that look like a symbol
to you?

-What? This?

-Yeah.

At my sister's, the blood
made some kind of shape, too.

I didn't say anything

'cause I wasn't sure
if it meant anything, but...

-I don't know, Patrick.
It seems kind of random to me.

-Let's check the other tape.

-Okay.

-Jesus, Patrick.

I told you
not to do anything stupid.

-Dominic,
what are you doing here?

-When I heard the address,
I took the call.

The hell happened?

-Nothing.

I mean, we didn't do anything.

It was like he was expecting us.

-Buddy, turn that off.
Come on.

Why?
What made you think that?

-Because he knew my name.

He said, "I've been waiting
for you," and then he just...

-did you tell him
you were coming?

-No. I didn't get his number
from you, remember?

The only people who knew about
me coming here was you and me.

-Well, I sure as shit
didn't call him.

Hey, I told you
to turn that off.

Get out of here!

-Anybody care to tell me what
the hell just happened in there?

-I have no idea.

-He knew you were coming, man.
He knew your name.

-No, he's right.

Look, you're not hiding anything
else from us, are you, Patrick?

-No.

Guys, I swear.

The shape in the blood...

I'm gonna need to see the
footage from my sister's room.

-Okay.

Okay. Let's go.

-There.
Freeze it there.

Blow it up a little.

Good.
Now the one from my sister's.

-Yeah. I think
I got that loaded up already.

Guys, look at this.

-Oh. They definitely
don't look random.

They look like letters.

-You see what I'm saying?

-They are letters.
They're Hebrew.

-How the hell do you know that?

-Six years of Jew school.

-Grant Miller?

-Of the conflicted,
self-loathing Miller tribe.

-Okay.
What are they?

-Well, the first one's "ayin."

It's silent.

It takes the properties

of whatever vowel
you place under it.

-Mm-hmm.
And the other.

- "Bet."

It's basically a "B."

- Hm.
- Okay.

Thomas, at my sister's,
you asked who it was.

Maybe it's trying to tell us.

-Yeah. Maybe.

Grunt, what do we got?
We got a vowel and a "B"?

-That's it.

-"Ab." "eb." "Ib."

That's not enough to get a name.
We need more letters.

-Yeah. But who else has got to
die in order for us to get them?

-Hang on a second.

I think I got an E.V.P.

-Uh, what's an E.V.P.?

-Electronic voice phenomena.

It's sound captured below
the threshold of human hearing.

- Seriously?
- Shh.

-Don't worry.
It's, uh, an old house.

Probably just the equipment
tripped the breaker.

I'll go check it out.

Watch your step, frank.

-Whoa.

-Yeah. My parents
were really into wine.

-Yeah, I guess.

We're back up.
- Great.

-I'm gonna try again,
see if I can hear this.

There's something there.

I-I can't make it out.

Starts right about here.

-Go back.

Can you loop it?

Something after sex.

I don't know.

-Guess we know
where your mind's at, Beck.

-No. Listen.

What is after sex?

-It's like any E.V.P. We get.

I mean,
you hear what you want to hear.

-No.

Slow it down and repitch it.

Quattuor, unus...

-Unus.

- Octo...
- Octo.

- Sex...
- Sex.

- Quattuor...

-It's Latin... numbers.

- Unus...
- 1.

- Octo...
- 8.

- Sex...
- 6.

- Quattuor...
- 4.

8.2.

Let me see.

-Well, what does it mean?

-I don't know.
Some kind of code? Uh...

-Can't be a phone or a zip.

- 1, 8, 6...
- What else?

-18, 64, 82...

- Grunt?
- I have, like, no idea.

-82...

-What about an I.D.,
like a social security?

-It's only six numbers.

-Yeah, but the first three

just tell you the state
the person was born in.

The last six
actually I.D. The individual.

-Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose it could be.

-That's hundreds
of possibilities

if we check every state.

-Start here.

So far,
everything's been localized.

-Okay.

Give me a minute.

I'm gonna get some air.

-Patrick.

Check this out.

The state,
it only had two prefixes,

so that made it pretty quick.
- Uh-huh.

-Two hits, one of them deceased.

-And the other?

-Teenage girl... Hayley Tynan.

-Wow.

That was scarily easy to get.

-The web and $29.95 will get you
pretty much anything.

We have her phone number.

-What do you think?

-It's a long shot,
but let's do it.

-Hello?

-Hello.
Is this Mrs. Tynan?

-Who's calling?

-My name is Thomas Page.
I'm a paranormal investigator.

-What do you want?

-Well, I’m...

Calling
about your daughter, Hayley.

-Why would you be calling
about Hayley?

-She's not well, is she?

-Mrs. Tynan?

I'm calling
because I want to help.

-How did you get this number?

-Your daughter is in danger.

- Who is it?
- I-I can't talk right now.

-Just hang up.

-I have your number
from caller I.D.

I'll call you back.
- Wait. Wai...

-Something is
definitely going on there.

-I guess we'll just see
if she calls back.

Hold on.

"Can you meet?"

-Okay.
Where is she?

-Uh, 35 Tremont street, Concord.

It's 60 miles away.

-I'll tell her we'll come by
tomorrow morning?

-Yeah.

I'm anxious to see
if there are any similarities

between Hayley and my sister,

but more than that,
I feel really uneasy,

like we're getting closer
to something, or...

It's getting closer to us.

-I don't understand.

What does my daughter
have to do with your sister?

-Maybe nothing.

-On the phone,
you asked if Hayley was sick.

-Oh, that was me.

-Why did you ask that?

-I got a feeling.

-He's psychic.

-Is this some kind of a joke?

-I don't blame you for thinking
this all sounds crazy.

-But we're really serious,
Mrs. Tynan.

-Like Patrick said before,
we were following a lead.

But on the phone,
I got a strong sense

that your daughter is not well.

She isn't, is she?

-What's going on?

-It's okay.

You can tell us.

-Sometimes she's fine.

And other times, she's just...

Not herself.

The doctors say it's
multiple personality disorder

or schizophrenia.

I don't believe
it's either of those.

-Sounds exactly like my sister.

-We're seeing specialists
and psychiatrists.

None of it helps.

The doctors are happy to just
write another prescription.

Meanwhile,
I'm losing my daughter.

-Mrs. Tynan...

-Eileen. Please.

-I don't believe
the doctors are right either.

We might be able to help you.

-But we're going to need access
to your home

in order to conduct
an investigation.

-What kind of an investigation?

Look, I-I don't even know
that you guys...

Do you have
any kind of credentials?

-This isn't a scam, Eileen.

We really do this.

-I'm at my wits' end, but...

My husband's
never gonna believe any of this.

-Can you try?

We want to help you
get your daughter back.

-Okay.

-We're not looking
for anything from you

except the ability
to monitor your daughter.

-Monitor how?

-Cameras, audio.

We'll see
if we capture anything,

and if we do, we might have some
idea of how to deal with it.

But before anything, however,
we'd simply like to talk to her.

-You must be Hayley.

Uh, my name's Patrick.

This is my friend Thomas
and Becky.

- Hi.
- Hey.

You mind if we talk to you
for a minute?

-Look, I don't think
this is such a good idea...

-I just... honey.

Let them talk to her.

Sometimes I feel like
it's in my room.

-What makes you think that?

I hear it.

I feel it.

-Have you ever seen anything?

-No.

And sometimes
I feel like it's in me.

-In you?

What does that feel like?

-I don't know.

I just know it's been in there.

I just...

When I'm alone...

That's when I'll get you...

When you're alone.

-Hayley, uh,
what do you mean, "I'll"?

You said,
"that's when I'll get you."

When?

-J-Just now.

-I...

I don't remember.
Can we plea...

Can we please stop now?
I don't want to do this.

- Sure. Sure.
- That's it. It's over.

-Okay.

Hey, this is not fair.

-Hayley?

-Okay, you guys.
That was freaky.

We're not gonna do
any provoking.

We're just gonna let
the cameras roll

and see if anything unusual
shows up.

-And, uh, I hid them, so she
won't even know they're there.

-Okay.

Are you kidding me?

We're really just gonna go along
with all of this?

-You have a better idea?

Can't you see
something's going on with her?

-Sir.

You're scared.
I understand.

We're only asking for one night.

-All right.
One night.

But the minute I think that
you guys are up to something,

I'm calling the police.

-We'll be back tomorrow
after we review the footage.

Thank you.

-You let us know
if you need us, okay?

-What is that?

-Something entered her room.

-And it entered her, too.

-Wait. How do I know
you didn't create that

with some special effect?
- We didn't.

-Want to tell me how she knew
where the camera was?

-Why?
W-Why would it choose Hayley?

She hasn't done anything.

-No. We're not suggesting
she did anything to cause this.

I know my sister didn't.

-Then why?

-That's the scary thing.

We don't have any idea.

It's just picked her
as a target.

Maybe because she's young,
vulnerable.

-We'd like to come by tonight,
investigate during dead time.

- "Dead time"?

What is that?

-At 3:00 A.M., when paranormal
activity is at its highest.

-And also when this footage
was captured.

-And what do you want to do?

-Draw out this entity.

Find out what it is
and what it wants.

-It's been leaving us clues,
including using your daughter.

It's trying to say something.

-Then why hasn't it
just done that?

-Again, we're not sure,
but we're hoping to find out.

-But what about Hayley?
Is she gonna be in any danger?

-It's unlikely.

But possible.

-A-And we're supposed
to put her at risk

while you conduct
your little experiment?

-We're trying to help her.

-Don't let them.
They're gonna hurt me.

-Honey,
no one is gonna hurt you.

-She's right
because it's not gonna happen.

- No, Mr. Tynan. Please.
- No!

- Please!
- It's over!

-We only want
what's best for Hayley.

-Oh, really?

You care so much
about my daughter.

Just get out.

-Mr. Tynan, we understand.

-Hey.

I know what you're doing.

We're onto you.

You think you know?

-Aah!

Are you okay?

- Ah!
- What's wrong?

Aah!

-Are you all right?

-Patrick!

-Oh! My chest!

-Hayley!
What are you doing?!

-Oh, my god!

-Stop!

-Oh, my god!

-Sorry. Sorry.

What?

-Oh.

-Does that say something?

- "D823."

-A Bible verse or something.

-Maybe.

But which one?
- Yeah.

-Well,
if we're going old school,

it's either
Deuteronomy or Daniel.

Deuteronomy only goes to 20.

Daniel 8:23.

- Oh, that's not good.
- What?

-"And in the latter end
of their kingdom,

"when the transgressors
have reached their fullness,

"a king of fierce countenance

and understanding dark trickery
and craftiness shall stand up."

And there's more.

"And his power shall be mighty,
but not by his own power,

and he shall corrupt and destroy
the mighty men and holy people."

-Pretty apocalyptic.

- "And not by his own power."
What... what does that mean?

-It means
he'll use others to help him.

-Help him what?

-It's what professor Porter
said...

To bring about the end.

And we're gonna stop that how?

-I'm not sure.

-Want to give me a wave?

Patrick?

Want to give me a wave?

-You guys
are all pretty tight, yeah?

-She's like a sister.

-Yeah. I get it.

-Albeit one
that I often fantasize about.

You're good.

-Ah.

-Grunt, we all rolling?

Everybody set?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

But I don't have a particularly
good feeling about it.

-You know, I got to say, I think
I liked our relationship better

when we were faking it.

-Good?

-You guys have a dog?

-It's trying to scare us.

-It's trying?

- You okay?
- Yeah.

-Where is she?

-She was right here.

- Would she be in another room?
- No.

-Hayley?

Where are you, honey?

-Honey?

-Hayley?

Get off him!

- Get off of him!
- Hayley! Get off him!

Hayley! Get off of him!

Aah! Hayley!

Get her off of me!

-Hayley!
Hayley! Hayley!

No! No!
Hayley! No!

-Oh, Jesus! Jesus!

-Oh, my god!
Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!
Oh, my god!

-Hayley! Please!

If you can hear me,
we just want to help you.

Help me?

No one needs help.

-I know
what you did to my sister.

We're not gonna let you
do this to her!

-Who are you?!

Come closer, and I'll tell you.

-Dude, we are
way over our heads here!

-Oh, for god's sakes, Hayley,
stop it!

Stop it!

-I know you think about it.

Don't worry.
I won't tell Becky.

-Oh, my god.
What's happening?

-Honey? My god.

Oh! Oh, god!

-Oh! Ohh!

-Oh, my god!

What is happening?

-Oh, god.

-Hayley, stop it!

-No.

-Oh, my god.

-Please, Hayley.

-Do you want to know who I am?

Come and get it.

I said, "come here"!

Don't fucking touch her!

-Please, god!
Stop this!

You think I'll stop this?

I chose to let you go!

As I choose everything.

Don't you know how easy it is

for me to move from one...

To another...

To another?

To any one of you.

-Keep it out of me, man!

-What do you want?

-You'll find out in time.

-My sister figured it out,
didn't she?

I promise... I will, too.

-I'm counting on it.

-Baby?

- Oh, no. Baby.
- Baby?

- Mom?
- Honey!

Oh, my god, baby, are you okay?

I don't know
where that thing has gone.

-Oh, baby.

-Oh, my!

-We're gonna need
to get the coin.

-It's okay.

-Did you get all that?

-Yeah.
As best I could.

-Okay.

-Uh, okay.

Just one word...
Holy fucking shit!

-I feel that it's finished here.

-Yeah.
Let's hope so, for her sake.

- For her sake?!
- What about us?

Man, you have a Bible verse
burned into your chest!

-All right, man.
We're all a little freaked out.

- "A little freaked out"?
Okay.

I just watched a girl cough up
a hair ball with a coin in it!

-Okay. Look.

Let's all just take a beat.

We'll go back to my place,

and we'll try to make sense
of all this, okay?

Did you get the coin?

-All right.
Check this.

The coin's ancient Babylonian.

- Who's that?
- Semiramis.

She was a queen and thought to
be one of the first satanists.

- Nice.
- Yeah.

And then there's this.

-Another letter.

-Mm-hmm.
It's a lamed.

It's basically an "l."

- Maybe we got enough now.
- Mm-hmm.

-Beck, see if you can get
any sort of match.

We got a vowel,
a "B," and now an "l."

-All right.
Here are the possibilities.

Actually, there's only one.

Iblis?

It's from ancient theology.

It's the name for the devil.

- Great.
- Oh, o-okay.

That's just who it says it is.
It doesn't mean it's true.

-You got some reason
to believe it's not?

-I just don't get what it wants.

-You heard the professor,
dude...

To bring about the end of days
one soul at a time.

-Why us?

Why play such a game?

It's baiting us.

-Guys, I'm sorry.
I am trashed.

Got to get some sleep.

-Yeah. Why don't we all get
some rest, meet up later?

There's nothing more we can do
at this point, anyway.

-Uh, frank, you can crash here.

-Yeah. Great.

-Be in touch
if anything unusual happens.

-Hopefully,
you won't hear from me.

-Or any of us.

-Does anybody remember doing it?

-No.
That's weird.

-Weird?
No. No, no.

Downing a box of yodels
in your sleep is weird.

This is fucked.

-All right, grunt.

What order did we do them in?

-Uh, first was Becky.

Uh, then you, frank, me.

And last was Patrick.

-Does it mean anything
to anyone?

-Maybe an anagram.

-An anagram?

Got anything more than that,
Thomas?

-I don't have all the answers.

-Look.
"I," "I," "o," "y," "n"?

Nothing in any language.

-It's just another one
of its tricks.

-Listen, I think
we should gear up again.

If it's gonna continue
to lead us like this,

I don't want to miss anything.

-You're...

Twisted.

Thanks.

-Listen, guys.

Guys, I've been thinking.

It's given us its name.

But we still have to try to get
it to tell us what it wants.

-What... provoke it?

Dude, we need to be thinking

about leaving this thing
the fuck alone.

-I kind of agree, Thomas.

- Did one of you do that?
- What?

- "I'm inside one of you now."

Man, this is so fucking fucked.

-Try not to give into it.
It'll feed off your fear.

-Well, it's having
a Thanksgiving feast off me.

-Guys, he's right.

Besides,
we are getting way too close

to start losing
our cool now, grunt.

-Fuck that.
I'm done.

-Grunt, w-would you
rather be alone?

-Yes.
I would, Thomas.

And on that note, I'm very happy
to say I'm out of here!

-Grunt!

We should stay together.

-Forget it.

Let me the fuck out of here!

Grunt!

Grunt!
Grunt, are you okay?

- Ohh!
- You okay?

What the hell just happened?

- Come on.
- Let's get him up.

Ah. Gotcha. Gotcha.

-Here.
Put him over here.

-Come here.

- You okay?
- Guys.

-Christ.

-It's not gonna let us leave.

-Oh, really, Thomas?
Is that what you're getting?

-Okay. I think
there's every possibility

maybe this had something
to do with the fact...

-don't tell us what you think,
all right?

If we believe that message,

then that thing
is inside one of us right now,

and we have no fucking clue who.

-He's right.

-How are we gonna find out
for sure?

-I have an idea.

These were my sister's.

Uh, devil's horn,
pentagram, magic cross.

I believe
she used these as protection.

-Yeah.
Worked out real well for her.

I'm sorry, but, seriously.

-She wasn't holding one
when she died.

I found these in her room.

Now...

These symbols,
they repel demons.

If it's in you, you won't
be able to pick one up.

Since I was able to hold the bag
without a problem,

I will go first.

Frank.

Why don't you go next?

Okay.

-Becky.

-Could it be in me right now
and I don't even know it?

-Yes.

Like a virus.

-No. No.
This is bullshit.

-Better safe than sorry.

-Grunt! Grunt!
Shit!

- Grunt, get off him!
- No! No! No! No! No!

- Grunt, what are you doing?!
- Stop!

Oh, my god.

Grunt!

-Thomas, stop!
Thomas!

It's not in me anymore!

-It's in him!

-Fuck!

Aah!

I can feel it in me.

I can feel it...

-Thomas!

Try and fight it, Thomas!
- I can't!

-Thomas.
Fight it, man!

-Get out of me!

-Thomas, fight it!

Fight it!
- Thomas!

What's he doing?

No.

- Oh, god.
- No, Thomas!

-No!

Oh, Jesus!

- Patrick?
- Oh, god!

-Patrick?

-Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

I'm here, buddy.

I'm here.

-I can still see.

-What do you see?

What it wants.

-What does it want?

-Oh, god.

-What the fuck are we gonna do?

-We have to call the police.

-The police aren't gonna help.

We can start
by calling professor Porter.

Fucking fuse box is overloaded.

- I'm not going down there.
- Frank.

Can you please go down
and reset the breaker?

-Yeah. I got it.

-I got to go get cleaned up.

Um, you call the professor.

Shit.

Really?
Reset the fucking breaker.

The fuck am I doing?

-Sorry.

-That's okay.

Did grunt reach the professor?

-He's still trying.

Are you okay?

-Yeah.

I just can't stop
seeing his face.

I'm sorry about dragging
you guys into this.

-We made the choice.

And there has been
one positive thing

that's come out of all this.

We probably
don't have much time.

- Becky?
- Mm?

-Where's your amulet?

I don't know.

I must have left it
in the other room.

-Wait, wait.
Hold on.

-Come on.

Don't you want to?

-Oh.
Here, take mine.

-Come on.
Really?

I've wanted to do this
since we first met.

-Take it!

-Fine.

Aah! Aah!

- Hey! Hey!
- Grunt, don't! Don't!

-I found this
in the bathroom, man!

It's in her!

-Please.
Grunt, don't.

It's me.
I swear!

-How do we know, huh?
How do any of us know anymore?

-Give me my amulet!
I'll... I'll prove it!

-It's fine.

-Okay.
So now it's in you!

-No! No! No! No!
It's okay! It's okay!

It's okay.
I got it.

-Oh, god.

Don't fucking leave me alone
down there, man.

- Where's frank?
- I don't know.

I think he's still downstairs
trying to fix the lights.

-Okay.

Come on.
Let's go.

Come on.

Did you talk to Porter?

-He didn't pick up.

-Hey. Your cheek.

-It's fine.
It's fine.

Come on.

Once we get frank,
I'll call Dominic.

Frank?

Frank!

Frank?

Frank?

Becky, take this.

Grunt?

-No, no.
I'm good.

-Frank?

Frank?

Frank, are you okay?

-Becky.

-Oh, shit.

-Becky...

Back up.

Becky, back...

-Let go, frank!

-Oh, fuck.

Grunt.

Your amulet.

Becky, run!

-Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

-Becky, go, go, go, go.
Okay.

-In here!

Come on!

Get in. Get in.

-Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.

-Here, the window.

-Break it! Break it!

-That way. That way.
Go, go, go.

Oh! Oh, my god!

Please! Grunt! Please!

-Stop it!

Grunt! Please!

It's me, grunt!

-Becky? You okay?

Get out. Get out.

Watch your legs.

-There.

You okay?

Okay?
It's all right.

It's all right.
It's all right.

I don't want it in me, Patrick.

-No, no.

- I don't want it in me.
- Look, I know.

Take this.

Take it.

In case it gets inside of me,
I want you to have it, Becky.

- Take it.
- No.

-Come on.

Let's get out of here.

We're gonna get out of here,
okay?

Come on.

God, no.

Why are you doing all this?!

To get to you.

-No, don't!

Help me.

-Becky?

Come on.

You want me?

I'm right here.

I've got nothing left!

Iblis.

There.

I even said your name!

Come on!

Come on!

And that was the end.

For now, anyway.

I decided not to stick around
to explain myself.

I figured the footage

could do a far better job
than I ever could.

Still, I'm left
with big question marks.

Why?

Why kill all these people...

To get to me, and then
in the end, just leave me?

How does my survival
help bring the end of days,

this... this apocalypse that
it's so determined to create?

Patricius Iuvabit.
Patricius Iuvabit!

Patrick will help.

Patrick will help.

My sister didn't write
that I'd help her.

You wrote it, Iblis...

So that I would help you.

You... you were using me.

That's
what professor Porter said.

Spreads like a virus.

This conversation,
this piece of film.

It's this.

You want this to be seen!

That's why me
this whole time all along!

I have to destroy it.

Aah!

I see you.

Now you see me, too.

Say my name.

See my name.

Soon when you're all alone...

I'll be in you, too.