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Really?

I'm fine.

We'll be there soon.

That's what you said in Portland.

Does it always rain here?

I don't know, honey.

Is that the new house?

Yeah.

I like our old one.

Hi! Hi!

There's Sandra.

Oh, welcome!

Sorry, did we keep you waiting?

Oh, not at all, not at all.

We just were doing a little tidying up.

This must be Audrey!

Are you excited to move into your new house?

Okay!

Let's go ladies!

Ah!

Out of the chariot, into the castle!

Come on! Hop to, let's go!

Come on, honey.

Welcome home!

Here.

I see the truck got here.

I just had them go by your labeling instructions.

Very thorough, Liz.

I get it from my Mom.

What?

The organizing gene.

Ugh, I could use that in my office.

If you ever run out of benefits...

Oh my God.

I can't believe that I just said that.

- I am so sorry. - It's okay.

Sandra, it's all right.

Hey, Audrey!

Did you know that I went to college with your Mom?

Honey!

You know, I am so sorry about Jason...

And if there is anything that I can do, I will be...

Thank you.

Of course.

Now let me show you this kitchen.

And I can't wait til you see the master bath upstairs.

It's remodeled, it's amazing!

Let's go!

Mom?

Mm-hm?

Do I have to go to school tomorrow?

Yes.

Can't I stay home a day,

just to unpack and settle in?

You really shouldn't miss anymore school, honey.

It's a brand new house in a brand new town.

Just one day?

No "just one's."

We were lucky to get you in at Saint Francis.

I hate it here.

How can you say that?

We just got here, literally, like four hours ago.

Why can't we just live with Grandma and Grandpa?

They always knew what to do.

Are you saying I don't?

Why child, I carried you in my belly for nine whole months.

Uterus.

Yes, my uterus.

Babies don't gestate in the stomach.

Sure.

But the belly, see that's a general

term for the whole area...

...where I carried you.

So that means that I know you better than anybody else.

Which means that I know what you need right this very minute

Fortune cookie.

Come on.

Wow, for me?

Oh thank you, Mother.

Just take it.

What is it?

I will meet a tall stranger.

What?

I know, not even in town a day

and the fortune is already trying to set me up on a date.

That's a lame fortune.

What about yours?

Hidden secrets will be revealed to you.

Hmm. Like how to cooperate with your Mother?

Or, who let that fart.

What?

May I be excused?

Oh!

Oh you little!

How do you make it smell that bad?

Chinese food!

No, that does not work that fast!

I'm gonna go unpack my room.

It smells like rotten eggs!

You better not forget to shower tonight young lady!

You smell like a thousand miles of hard road!

And farts!

So nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Charles.

Oh, you too, Mrs. Phillips.

And lovely to have you Audrey.

Thanks.

And that is Mr. Stonewall's classroom.

He's expecting you.

Go ahead, honey.

I'll be back at 3:15 to pick you up.

You must be Audrey.

Yeah.

Thanks so much for fitting her in.

Please join us.

I know it was a last minute thing

and I really hated having to pull

her out of her old school, but...

I understand.

We really needed a change.

I don't mean to pry but,

would you like me to set up an appointment

for Audrey with the school counselor?

Oh.

We're still talking through some stuff at home, so.

I was gonna go over and meet the pastor,

introduce myself.

Oh, terrific.

You're love Father Felix, he's wonderful.

Great.

Just wanna get the lay of the land first.

And don't worry about Audrey, Mrs. Charles,

we'll take good care of her.

Thanks.

Come in, it's unlocked!

Hi, hi, happy housewarming!

Hey!

I'm just making dinner!

I brought wine!

Ooh, thanks!

Liz, this place looks amazing.

You have unpacked so much.

Organizing gene, remember?

Right.

Wow!

Audrey, you're quite the little artist.

It's about my Dad.

Do you have time for a glass or...

You know what, no...

I have a date...

Oh. - He is a doctor. So fingers crossed.

I'm not gonna look like this forever, so.

And you guys should have some...

...mother daughter time I think.

- Uh, okay. - And then after,

Open the wine, drink the whole bottle.

I'm gonna go find a husband.

Uh, uh, uh.

And then I will call you and tell you every dirty detail.

- Okay. - Okay, bye.

Have fun.

Bye!

My drawing scared her.

Let me see.

I'm not finished.

Honey.

Mr. Stonewall says we should draw what we feel inside,

and that can help when we feel sad.

Who's this next to you?

Caleb Douglas.

Is that a boy from school?

Yeah, he's new too.

Nobody talks to him either.

Well, I think that is sweet of you to be his friend.

I think it's wonderful of you to take him under your wing.

Especially when you're a new kid too.

Honey?

How long til dinner?

About five minutes.

You wanna get washed up?

Okay.

Help me.

So, this guy working at a grocery store, right?

He's in the produce aisle, he's putting stuff away

and he feels this tap on his shoulder,

there's this lady.

She says, "Hi, where's the broccoli?"

And he's like, "Actually, we're all out of broccoli,

"but we do have a new shipment coming in tomorrow."

She's like, "Okay, great."

10 minutes later, "Excuse me."

Turns around, it's the same lady.

She says, "Hi, where's the broccoli?"

And he just kinda stares at her for a little bit,

and then he says, "Actually, we don't have anymore broccoli,

"but we will have a new shipment coming in tomorrow."

Okay.

10 minutes after that he's still working.

Is there a punchline?

Yeah there is, it's coming.

And then she says, it's the same lady again.

And she says, "Where's the broccoli?"

And he's like, "Uh, can you do me a favor,

"can you spell 'cat,' like in catastrophe?"

She says, "C-A-T."

"Can you spell 'dog,' like in dogmatic?"

She says, "D-O-G."

"Okay, can you spell 'fuck,' like in broccoli?"

And she says, "There's no 'fuck' in broccoli.

"Like that's what I've been trying to tell you lady!"

I love you.

I love you.

All right, we'll see you tomorrow.

Audrey?

Hey honey.

Throw it back!

Is that Caleb you're playing with?

He's not coming up.

Well he's probably looking for that ball.

You want me to go get him?

Okay.

Caleb?

Caleb!

Caleb, you okay?

Caleb!

Oh!

Oh, I'm so sorry!

Did you see the little boy who ran down here?

Do you know where he went?

Okay, if you could just keep an eye out.

Okay.

I couldn't find him honey.

We should go.

What?

Oh, yeah, let's go.

Mrs. Charles.

Oh, Mr. Stonewall, the kids ball,

it just, it went down the basement.

I couldn't find Caleb, but I told the janitor.

I was hoping we could set up some time to meet?

Yeah, of course, we'll come see you soon.

I have some time after class on Friday.

Yeah, that should work.

So, Howard Stonewall is Audrey's art teacher, right?

Yeah.

Why, you know him?

I mean, I sold him his house

and my son was in his class

and he's very smart and very single...

And very young.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Sandra, I am shocked at you.

I never thought I could shock a Catholic girl.

Look at me.

Michael hated that art therapy bullshit anyway.

But he never did anything crazy like Audrey, so.

Yeah, well she's,

she's saying it's helping, so.

She's been through a lot.

How are you doing?

Fine.

Really?

What do you want me to say?

Anything.

Nothing?

It's just hard.

I wish I would've met him.

Me too.

Me too.

Have you met Father Felix yet?

Oh yeah.

I mean, it's on the agenda.

Good.

Ah, there she is!

You all set?

Ready.

Is it that time?

No, no, no, no, just finish your wine.

I just gotta check homework and I'll be back out.

Oh, twist my arm.

Goodnight Audrey.

Goodnight.

Have you seen Dad's dog tags?

Yeah, I'll go get 'em.

Don't mind if I do.

Okay.

Mom.

Mm-hm.

Dad... He's really dead, right?

Yeah sweetie.

I would never joke about that.

And we certainly wouldn't have moved away.

So, why can I hear him sometimes?

Um...

Well some people believe that our loved ones

can talk to us from heaven.

He talks to me.

Like he's in the same room with me.

What does he say?

He tells me he loves us.

He tells me he's sad we moved away.

Oh.

And he told me not to talk to the bad man anymore.

What?

Who?

The janitor in the school basement.

The one who took our soccer ball.

When did you talk to him?

In the hallway yesterday.

He doesn't like kids very much.

Sister Beatrice says he's harmless, but

I think there's something wrong with him.

You listen to your Father,

you stay away from the janitor, and the basement,

and Sister Beatrice for that matter.

Okay.

Good.

I love you sweetie.

I love you too.

What about our prayer?

Oh.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

our Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among woman,

and blessed art the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners

now and at the hour of our death, amen.

Heavenly Father, thank you for this day

and the restful night to come.

We pray for...

My Dad.

Your Dad.

Grandma and Grandpa.

Grandma and Grandpa, good, who else?

And Mr. Stonewall, he's nice.

And Sandra, who helped us find this lovely home.

Yes, and Sandra.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit, amen.

Amen.

Goodnight sweetie.

Goodnight, Mom.

Open or closed.

Closed is fine.

Hey!

Mrs. Charles!

Mrs. Charles?

Yeah.

Do you have a minute?

Sure.

I heard from Mr. Stonewall yesterday

about the incident at the basement.

Oh, there really wasn't an incident.

But it's just that we keep the exterior

basement door locked during school hours for safety reasons.

And we can't allow parents to go exploring unescorted.

But wait, hold on, let me get this straight,

I wasn't exploring.

The kids soccer ball went in the basement

and Caleb wasn't coming back up,

so I just went down there to find him.

But that's impossible because the door is always locked.

Look, Faye, the door was wide open,

so I really don't need a lecture.

And if you don't want people going in the basement,

you should talk to that walking mountain of a janitor

and make sure the door's locked when the kids are playing.

Hey Mom.

Are you ready to go?

We done here?

But I'm still not clear on...

Like I said, you want answers,

talk to your janitor.

Come on honey.

How was school?

Fine.

What took you so long?

Excuse me?

How was your drive from San Diego?

We've been expecting you, Mrs. Charles.

I'm Felix Connolly, Pastor at Saint Francis.

Welcome to our community.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, I'm not used to...

I'm not a stickler for formality Mrs. Charles.

Well, in that case, call me Liz.

Liz.

Is there anything we can do to help you get settled in?

Actually, there's one thing.

My husband,

Jason,

he was

killed in Afghanistan.

I'm very sorry.

Thanks.

Okay, I uprooted my daughter

and moved a thousand miles away.

Feel like I've forsaken my family

and I might be doing emotional harm to my child.

Children are very resilient, Liz.

I doubt you're doing any permanent damage.

I'm also having dreams about him.

Jason.

They're nightmares really.

It's very common among the bereaved.

Is it?

It's the mind

trying to make sense of something

that can never make sense.

Does he say anything in the dreams?

He tries.

I never hear him.

It's like I'm there with him in the war zone.

Are you sure it's normal?

It's absolutely normal.

We can talk about it tomorrow if you'd like.

I have 11 o'clock free.

You will come by the office?

Okay, sure.

Okay.

Oh, I know this wasn't a formal confession, but,

just to be safe.

Ego te absolvo. In nomine Patris,

et Filii et Spiritus Sanctus

Amen.

Amen.

Who do you think you are?

Get the hell off my property!

Secrets must be kept.

Help them.

May I help you?

I need to talk to Mrs. Phillips.

Mrs. Charles, did we have an appointment?

Cut the shit Faye, I am not in the mood this morning.

I wanna know what right you think you have

sending school personnel to my home to threaten me.

I don't know what you mean.

When was this?

This morning.

And who was there?

Sister Beatrice!

The Nun who harassed my daughter

when I went into the basement.

Sister Beatrice?

Don't pretend you don't know.

Look, I understand you not wanting to face liability

if some accident occurred when I was down there,

but it's your janitor who left the door wide open!

That's right, I wanted you to talk to Mr. Dobbs.

Gayle, would you call Mr. Dobbs, please?

Mr. Dobbs to the principal's office please.

Mrs. Charles, let's discuss this.

I don't know what there is to discuss.

Door was open, and I certainly don't need

a visit from Mother Superior

to scare me into good behavior.

I've had enough swollen knuckles to last me a lifetime.

- But Mrs. Charles, Liz, - What?

You said Sister Beatrice.

I don't know.

That's what Audrey said her name was.

It's the slender Nun with the severe face.

Probably describes all of them.

But here's the thing, Saint Francis school does not

have any Nuns on staff or priests for that matter.

Although we share grounds with the church,

the school hasn't employed clergy in over 50 years.

Well you should probably let Sister Beatrice know that.

Mr. Dobbs, did you have the exterior basement

door open any time Tuesday afternoon?

No, it's been locked since school started.

I use the interior access.

So, at no time...

I don't know who this is,

but I'm talking about the other janitor.

The other janitor?

He's huge!

He's got greasy hair and coveralls.

He was in the basement when I went down there.

Mrs. Phillips?

That's all Mr. Dobbs, thank you.

Sorry to take you from your work.

All right.

Don't tell me.

Mr. Dobbs is our only janitor.

I went into the basement

because one of your students was down there

and he wasn't coming back up.

I was concerned.

Did you even check on him?

Was he ever even found?

Not to my knowledge.

In fact, we don't have a Caleb enrolled here.

Caleb Douglas.

Audrey said he was new

so he must be under your radar.

Mrs. Charles, I know every single one of our students.

We don't have a Caleb Douglas enrolled here.

This is ridiculous.

1957.

You know that was before my time.

Well, according to Mrs. Phillips,

Saint Francis hasn't employed clergy for years,

but Audrey called her Sister Beatrice.

Mm-hm.

And how's your daughter doing?

Don't start with me, Father.

My daughter did not imagine that Nun,

or that janitor, or that little boy anymore than I did!

Liz, when you've suffered grief like you have,

it's not unusual to have dreams, visual hallucinations.

It's your brain reacting to trauma, that's all.

I thought you were supposed to help me with my grief.

That's exactly what I'm doing.

Well the dreams are bad enough,

I don't wanna feel anymore.

Well the dreams are your subconscious way

of trying to make you feel.

When it comes to grief, there's no way out but through.

Sooner or later, you have to process.

Okay.

What if this is the way I process?

And what if this Nun is a figment

of my traumatized imagination?

And why would my daughter be hallucinating

the exact same thing?

You served?

Yeah, Desert Storm, tanker.

You're from back East, huh?

New Rochelle, born and raised.

Assigned here in '97.

Why here?

It's where they send the trouble makers.

I don't know, luck of the draw I guess.

It's a good community.

Can you do something for me, Father?

Sure.

Could you look through the school records?

Just to see if Beatrice is employed

anywhere in the Parish.

And same with the little boy, Caleb?

Find out if he was or is a student.

I just wanna verify that these people exist,

so we can rule out that my daughter and I are insane.

Liz,

I'm pretty sure you're not insane.

I'll be happy to do some digging

around on your behalf, yeah.

Thank you, Father.

Let me know when I get to meet your daughter.

Well, if you're not above a house call,

why don't you have dinner with us tomorrow.

That sounds lovely.

How 'bout five?

That works.

All right.

Maybe I'll have some more information

based on what I can dig up.

Take a business card.

My cellphone's on there in case you need it.

Cellphone?

Ooh, and email!

Well priests are a lot more tech savvy

than when I was little.

We're getting there.

All right, tomorrow at five.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Hi love.

Jase.

Do I get a hug or what?

I missed you.

I miss you too.

No.

No, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, don't!

Help them.

Mom?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Oh come here.

Come here, it's okay.

I just had a nightmare, that's all.

About Dad?

Yeah, yeah about Dad.

He's still watching over us.

I can feel it.

So can I, honey.

So can I.

She's an extremely bright

and precocious young lady, Mrs. Charles.

Great artist, and in fact her vocab test

this first week had the highest score in the class.

All correct, plus the extra credit.

That's good to know.

But, you see, she's not very

sociable with the other children.

While I admit it's great she doesn't disrupt class

with a lot of talking,

well it's just a red flag for me as a teacher.

She's always been an introvert Mr. Stonewall.

Well, and that's absolutely fine Mrs. Charles, I get it.

Being 12, being a military kid,

and going through the loss

that your family has gone through.

I just hope we can facilitate some help

for her, her fragile, emotional state.

Your Mom lets you read comic books?

Sure, why?

I have to sneak 'em.

That's too bad.

Which is your favorite?

I like a lot of alternative stuff and Manga mostly.

"Torchlight Lullaby," "Glass Wings," "Bleach".

I don't know those.

Mine's "Batman".

Well, it's not "Batman"

but you can read mine if you want.

No, that's okay.

The Sister doesn't like them.

I'll get punished.

She can't punish you.

It's after school, and reading comics isn't sinful.

She's gonna punish me.

Don't be scared, Caleb.

Help me.

I'm not gonna pretend that

we haven't been through a kind of personal hell.

The move was rough.

On top of everything else.

It's probably gonna take Audrey a little more

than a week to get settled in.

Oh, for sure.

I hope the drawing therapy helps with her processing.

Yeah, the drawings,

they're a real dinner time conversation starter,

let me tell ya.

And it's not like she hasn't made any friends.

She's gotten pretty close to that kid Caleb.

I'm not familiar with a Caleb.

Come on.

She's talking to him on the bench right now.

I'm sorry, there doesn't seem to be anyone with her.

Well he probably just left.

And on that note.

Do keep in touch, Mrs. Charles.

If there's anything I can do

or you wanna talk over coffee sometime.

Ah, thank you Mr. Stonewall,

but my dance card is pretty full.

Oh, I wasn't...

I gotta go, dinner won't cook itself.

Father!

You made it!

Oh, thank you.

I'm still cooking.

Well looks like you're getting settled in.

Yeah.

This must be Audrey.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm Father Felix.

It's nice to meet you.

Are you here to tell them to go away?

Tell who to go away, dear?

The angry people.

Audrey, gather up your art stuff

and get changed for dinner.

Are these the angry people?

They don't want us here.

Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?

I'll help you with the wine.

So, tanker huh?

What was that like?

If you don't mind talking about it.

We rolled into Iraq,

we were like medieval knights on horseback.

Endless line of armor, far as the eye could see.

Hellbound for Babylon.

Well fires made the sky pitch black all day.

Exploding vehicles lit it up

like cheap fireworks.

I guess we'd been there maybe a week

when something came out of the desert

and started stalking us.

Every night,

pacing back and forth in front of the sentries

like some kind of beast.

IR, night vision, nothing picked it up.

No tracks.

But we could feel it

moving in the shadows.

Making noise.

Like garbled voices on the radio.

What was it?

It wasn't us.

It wasn't them.

It wasn't human.

I was as close to pure evil as I've ever come.

And it followed me home.

Holy shit.

So I learned how to defend myself.

You're gonna need more wine.

What did you find out?

There was in fact a Sister Beatrice

employed at Saint Francis school.

From 1945 to 1958.

So, why is she still hanging out at the school?

Maybe she's looking for directions to a graveyard.

She died in 1963.

She died?

At a psychiatric hospital in Manhattan.

How is that possible?

If this is who you're seeing,

I think you're picking up on some very old baggage.

Two young boys disappeared

near the school in 1957, students.

A janitor was implicated in their disappearance.

The school was closed for two years.

Sister Beatrice was transferred to a Diocese

clear across the country.

No bodies were ever found.

Was the janitor a big guy?

That's one word for it.

Andrew Hurst.

6'7" 350.

Had some kind of behavioral disorder,

but I can't find his medical records to see what it was.

This...

This is the guy that I saw in the basement.

Are you sure?

There's no mistaking that face.

No charges were ever brought,

but Andrew was transferred

and committed to Agnews State Hospital.

Where he died in 1970.

Is this your Nun?

Yeah.

Is this your daughter's playmate?

Caleb Douglas.

Caleb Edgerton.

Douglas Edgerton.

Twins.

These were taken a year before they disappeared.

Congratulations Liz.

Within 48 hours of moving to a new town,

you've managed to dredge up a mystery from 60 years ago.

How does one gal get so lucky?

Hey, don't worry.

You won't face it alone.

Yeah.

I'm BFF's with a spiritual Kung-Fu master.

I was gonna say, "If God be for us who can be against us,"

but I like the Kung-Fu.

It's late, I've taken up enough of your evening.

I should go.

You can keep those.

It was nice.

If not a bit traumatic.

What's next?

Well, why don't you poke around online,

see if what I left you leads you anywhere.

Got some contacts back East looking into the records for me.

See if they come up with anything.

Okay.

Thank you Father.

Don't thank me yet.

Oh,

dinner was lovely.

Sweetie.

Dad says they don't like us.

Who doesn't like us?

Dad says Father Felix is poking on a hornets nest!

We could've just left,

but now we have to finish what we started!

Morning.

Morning.

You and Father Felix drank a lot last night.

We had a lot to talk about.

About Sister Beatrice?

Among other things.

Like what?

It's complicated.

Audrey.

Are we going to service tomorrow?

Sure.

Cool.

I'm gonna go draw.

Honey, you can draw down here.

Nah, I'll be back down in a little bit.

Okay.

Shh.

You okay?

Just thinking.

About what?

I like Father Felix.

Yeah?

He's nice.

Yeah.

He reminds me of Grandpa.

Well he's a bit younger than Grandpa.

I miss Grandma and Grandpa.

So do I.

I miss Dad.

So do I, honey.

I want to go home!

Audrey, stop it, this is your home.

No it's not!

But Dad says we can't go until we finish!

Finish what?

I don't know, but I wanna go home!

I hate it here, I hate it!

That is enough young lady!

You do not get to speak to your Mother like that!

I hate this house!

I wanna go home!

I'm sorry.

Maybe it wasn't fair of me to move us up here.

Do we have to stay?

Honey, I'm doing the best I can, okay?

Fine.

Get ready for bed, please.

Audrey, wake up.

Caleb, Audrey, let's go!

Quickly, before the Sister comes!

What do you want?

I need you to be strong.

I can't do this alone.

Yes you can.

Yes you can.

I need you.

I'm here.

No you're not.

Is Audrey okay?

She's sleeping, but Beatrice was here,

and she held me down and I couldn't,

I couldn't scream and I couldn't move.

I think I am going crazy.

Shh, okay, it's all right.

I believe you.

I saw her at the church.

Okay, look.

Beatrice's Father was a very important man.

Big church donor.

He couldn't have been more proud

when his daughter became a Nun.

That's when the rumors started.

The rumors about Sarah and Papa.

Sarah?

Beatrice's name before she took her vows.

Sarah Hurst.

Mother of Andrew Hurst.

By her own Father.

That explains why Beatrice was so adamant about defending

Andrew after the Edgerton twins disappeared.

Andrew couldn't defend himself.

Why not?

Somebody cut out his tongue.

Beatrice and Andrew both institutionalized.

She steals a tile knife from a hospital janitor,

carves a sermon's worth of Bible verses into her flesh,

kills an orderly. Two days later she's

dead of a systemic infection.

God, she looks possessed.

They're all in some kind of limbo, Liz.

Andrew was never baptized.

No last rites when he died.

By church rites, he's a lost soul.

Edgerton twins probably murdered,

probably buried in unhallowed ground.

And Sarah.

I think she's become a conduit for something darker.

Something much darker.

Hang on a second.

Audrey honey.

Audrey, are you okay?

What?

She needs you.

Okay.

She's gone.

Audrey's gone, I found this.

Okay.

Let's go.

Liz!

Stay, please.

What?

Trust me!

Someone's been telling our secrets.

Father!

Eligos

Crux sacra mihi lux! Non draco mihi dux!

Gaudeamus igitur.

Vade retro, Satana.

Drago sit nihi dux!

Audrey!

Be strong in the Lord,

in the strength of His might!

Put on the full armor of God, that you may stand strong

against the schemes of the evil one!

Drago non est raga!

Hold your tongue,

lest the agent of God hold it for you!

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood,

but against the rulers,

against the powers,

against the world forces of this present darkness,

against the spiritual forces of wickedness

in the heavenly

places.

I know you didn't mean to kill Caleb or Douglas,

it was your Mother!

She made you keep that secret,

she cut out your tongue, didn't she?

Stand firm therefore

- and gird yourself with truth - You don't have to do this.

You could just let her go.

With the breastplate of righteousness

and lifted high above all.

Let go of her.

- And shield her faith - Yes, yes.

On which you may extinguish

- all the flaming arrows- - BEATRICE: Hold your tongue!

Silence, talk no more.

We know what you did!

Devil's spawn.

Telling secrets.

They're ours to keep!

For no one else to know!

No one to know!

Sarah!

See the cross of the Lord;

begone, ye hostile powers!

See the cross of the Lord;

begone, you hostile powers!

In Nomine Patris, et Filii,

et Spiritus Sancti, Amen

No!

- No! - Amen!

Father!

Father?

Are they gone?

A 60-year-old murder?

Unbelievable.

Thank you for calling it in.

Father, I still need to take your full statement.

I'll be right with you, officer.

Of course.

Two skeletons.

Male, pre-teen,

in a crawl space behind the altar.

Okay, yes.

Uh-huh, all right, that sounds great.

Yes.

Bye-bye!

Are you excited for your road trip?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

So?

Looks like the couple is still interested.

So win-win.

Good.

Thank you... for everything.

I don't wanna get emotional.

My makeup is...

I'll make sure the movers do a great job, okay?

Okay.

Keep in touch.

And you guys call me the moment you get to San Diego.

Okay.

Bye.

Looks like you have a visitor.

Afternoon, Father.

Father.

So,

the rumors are true.

Yeah, we're heading back.

You sure?

Yeah, it's good.

A wise man once told me,

"There's no way out but through."

I'd rather live with the ghosts I know.

Liz.

This served me well.

I'd like you to have it, okay.

Are you sure?

You never can tell.

Say goodbye to Father Felix.

Goodbye Father.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You ready to go, honey?

Can I drive?

You're pushing it kid.

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