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[Rosary jingling]

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My brother used to believe I had a guardian angel.

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And I used to believe in nothing.

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But now I'm not so sure.

♪

[Music fades]

[Electronic buzzing]

Now, can you see the TV interference of the white noise

at the edge of the screen?

No.

- [Keyboard clacks] - What about now?

[Siren wails in distance]

No.

[Keyboard clacking]

[Inhales, exhales heavily]

It can be frightening, a change like this,

but there is some cause for optimism.

I studied under an ophthalmologist

who's the very top of the AMD field,

and I think he'd be very interested in your case.

I'm afraid we can't afford to go private.

He's a friend of mine.

I'm sure if I ask him, he could accommodate you.

What he's achieved in that field is nothing short of miraculous.

Is that what I need, a miracle?

No. You need a course of injections

and as quickly as possible.

[Horns honking in distance]

[Car door closes]

It's the most aggressive case I've ever seen.

- Any sign of cataracts? - No.

'Course. That'd be too easy.

You know, I'm starting to get the feeling that you only come

see me when someone needs help.

The perfect excuse.

Only a recluse needs an excuse

to see their old friend and teacher.

I'm not a recluse.

- Hermit then. - I'm not a hermit either.

Alright.

Alright? You'll do it?

Alright, I'll do it.

Love you.

You're not even going to buy me a drink?

[Doorknob rattles]

[Door closes]

♪

[Sighs]

♪

[Sighs]

♪

[Cat meows]

♪

Hello, Mr. Moo. Oh, darling.

♪

[Keyboard clacking]

[Mouse clicks, e-mail swishes]

[Keyboard clacks]

[Beep]

[Wood creaks]

[Light switch flicks]

[Wood creaking]

Mr. Moo?

[Picture rustles]

[Ominous music plays]

[Gasps]

♪

Hello?

♪

Hello?

♪

[Telephone rings]

[Sighs]

Uh, hello.

[Scottish accent] Hello, is that Ms. Farlo?

- Yes. - My name's DCI Harris.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news.

It's your brother.

His body's been found at a convent here in Scotland.

[Sobs]

We're investigating the possibility of a murder-suicide.

What?

[Sobs]

♪

[Birds squawking]

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[Woman singing in Latin]

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[Brakes squeak]

[Engine idling]

[Seat belt clicks, engine shuts off]

[Birds squawking]

Let me just clear this up.

Have a seat.

So, we're still early days in investigation.

Just piecing things together.

Would you like a cup of tea? - When can I see him?

He's with the coroner at the moment.

I want to see him.

[Telephone ringing]

Hello. This is DCI Harris.

Look, I'm here with the sister of one of the deceased,

Father Michael. If you could let me know when

she can come see the body, that'd be great, thanks.

In the meantime, how about I drive you out to the convent,

talk you through what we know so far?

So, Father Carol was visiting the convent from Rome.

He was found murdered in the chapel.

His torso sliced open.

Your brother's body was found nearby on the rocks

below the ruins of the old church.

So the working assumption is that he killed Father Carol

and then he took his own life.

My brother would never kill anyone.

Nor would he kill himself.

May I ask how your brother came to be involved

with such an extreme sect?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him for a long time.

What do you mean, extreme?

They follow a hard-core reading of the Bible.

It's fire and brimstone and then some.

A few weeks ago, one of the nuns claimed that she saw the devil.

She cut her own eye out.

She was doing the other one too, but she fainted.

My brother was devout, not crazy.

You?

I'm not interested in religion.

[Woman singing in Latin]

♪

[Whispering] There is but one God.

And His shadow.

[Car doors close]

[Keys jingle]

You must be Grace.

I'm Mother Superior.

There's no need to call me Mother

if it makes you uncomfortable.

Sister will do.

Hello.

We meet under the most dreadful circumstances.

But it is only by confronting the devil that his grip

on us is weakened.

Before your brother fell into darkness,

he was much loved by everyone.

Fell into darkness?

What do you mean?

It was a demon, not your brother,

that killed Father Carol.

Your brother had the strength of mind to fight it,

tragically taking his own life in the process.

So you saw my brother kill himself?

Indirectly.

And what does that mean?

The eyes of God are on us all.

When you talk about my brother, cut the bullshit.

Grace! Mother, sorry. This--

No, don't apologize for me.

Please show me where my brother was murdered.

Thank you.

♪

[Sighs]

That went well.

I don't like nuns.

Ah. Okay.

♪

You know, Mother Superior has the right to stop police access

and hand this whole case over to Rome.

How?

This land is owned by the Vatican.

Technically, we're not even in Scotland right now.

♪

[Birds chirping]

His body was found... on the rocks below there.

♪

Can you give me a minute?

Sure.

Just be careful, eh?

♪

[Water lapping]

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[Door opens, footsteps]

[Sighs]

[Sheet rustling]

[Door closes]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Crying]

Oh, why?

[Crying continues]

[Sighs]

[Sobbing]

[Sheet rustling]

[Dramatic music plays]

Grace.

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It's not safe here.

Hurry!

Gracie, hurry!

[Thunder crashing]

[Footsteps approaching]

[Monitor beeping]

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Peek-a-boo.

I see you.

Thank you, Sister.

You may leave.

Hello, Grace. I'm Father Romero.

I'm here from the Vatican because of this tragedy.

Where am I?

You're in a hospital.

Why?

You passed out at the morgue.

[Monitor beeping continues]

He was clean.

Michael was clean. There was no sand on him.

They found him at the beach.

There-- There would've been sand on him.

Sometimes they clean the body for the autopsy.

No, there was no sand in his hair.

There would've been sand in his hair.

I will look into it.

[Sighs]

Hey, what are you doing?

You have to stay in bed. We've given you a sedative.

Please, get back into bed.

Father, you can't be here either.

She needs her rest. - Ugh.

That's it.

Rest until we receive your medical records.

Is there anybody I can call?

[Groans]

Family, perhaps?

My mother's dead.

And my father's in prison for killing her.

[Inhales, exhales deeply]

I'll pray for them.

No.

No prayers.

[Monitor beeping]

No prayers then.

[Low ominous music plays]

♪

[Birds chirping]

[Wind rustling]

[Horses approaching rapidly]

Hide the witness!

- There! - The child!

[Indistinct shouting]

[Groans]

[Clank in distance, monitor beeping]

[Monitor beeps]

[Monitor alarm]

[Birds chirping, water lapping]

Just here.

[Brakes squeak]

Thank you.

Would you like me to wait for you?

No.

I'll be back this way soon if you change your mind.

[Birds chirping, engine revs]

♪

[Gasps]

♪

[Gasps]

♪

- Hurry! - [Gasps]

[Bed creaks]

[Bell tolls in distance]

[Bed creaks]

[Thumping in distance]

Hello?

[Footsteps approach]

[Wind howling]

Hello?

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Can you take me to Mother Superior?

No?

Can you just point?

Okay.

Jesus Christ.

[Footsteps in distance]

[Indistinct whispering]

Where shall I go from your spirit?

If I ascend into heaven, you are there.

If I make my bed in hell, behold, you are there.

If I dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,

even there, your hand shall lead me.

Surely the darkness shall fall upon me.

Surely the darkness shall not hide from you

and the night shall be light as the day.

[Speaking Latin]

[Nuns speaking Latin] - Where are my things?

The bread is fresh and warm and made with love.

Please, join us.

Where are my clothes?

[Clicks tongue]

It's a gift of God.

You concealed evidence, didn't you?

You lied in your statement. You're all liars.

What is it that you think you know?

My brother was badly hurt before he fell.

And how did you come by this revelation?

[Sighs] I just know it.

- You just know it. - Mm.

A feeling, or did you see it perhaps in your mind's eye?

[Silverware clinking]

We live a disciplined life here, and it's lunchtime.

Please join us.

Thanks.

[Sighs] I need my phone.

It was the taxi driver who pulled you from the sea.

Your phone was not blessed as you are.

Please eat.

Your clothes are being dried.

[Clinking continues]

You are not as your brother described you.

How did he describe me?

Calm.

Measured, full of grace.

I'm glad that's how he remembered me.

He spoke fondly of you.

Disappointed, perhaps, in your reversion to Christ.

Indifference is the word I would use.

You do not believe in miracles?

No.

A woman of science.

[Door opens, closes]

Oh, sisters, please sit. I'm humbled.

Mother Superior.

Ah, Grace, I hear the prayers of thanks are in order.

I'd prefer answers.

[Seagulls calling]

The church dates back to the 12th century.

It hosted religious artifacts.

It was on the Pilgrims' Trail, a beacon of light in dark times.

When it collapsed, they used the stones for the new chapel.

They reasoned that the stones had more godliness than

any new bricks could offer.

The founders call themselves the Knights of the Morning Star.

They had a certain power in the church.

Some say it was a dark force

that influenced even the nuns in our convents.

But that's all from the mystical past.

A fantasy, you'd call it.

[Clears throat]

This was the ultimate confessional.

When they returned from their bloody crusades,

they would stand here in front of this cross

and take a step back

for every sin that they had committed.

The more steps they took, the more sins were forgiven.

Some arrived as murderers and left as saints.

They fell to their death.

God caught them.

[Dramatic music plays]

♪

Luckily, I have only two sins.

Cake and coffee.

I spoke to Mother Superior.

She admits to washing your brother's body.

She claimed to have done it out of respect for him.

Well, that's fucking bullshit.

I did report it to Detective Harris.

Oh.

He wants to speak to her again.

- When? - Tomorrow.

She'll answer all his questions.

Look, Grace, a lack of transparency

has been a lingering stain on the church's past.

I've come to reconsecrate the chapel and the grounds

and bring them back to God.

Such a service cannot be performed

on a foundation of lies.

You have the church's full support, and I will help you.

Thank you.

I have something to show you.

Come.

[Door creaks]

[Door creaks, closes]

These are your brother's things.

I wanted you to be the first to see them.

If you discover anything useful,

please let me know.

Please stay as long as you like. It's the least we can do.

- Thank you. - My condolences.

[Door opens, creaks, closes]

[Slow music plays]

♪

[Sighs]

♪

Grace had no memory of her life before we adopted her.

But she would see things no one else could.

She was always special.

♪

[Thunder crashes]

[Pounding on door]

Mrs. O'Rourke, open up!

Mrs. O'Rourke!

Coast Guard have called.

[Door opens]

Whatever is it?

Tell me.

[Thunder crashes]

Tell me.

Front part of the boat was broken up.

Life rafts were empty. - [Sobs]

You should prepare for the worst.

What will I tell the children?

[Crying]

[Thunder rumbling]

[Sighs]

Ugh. [Sniffles]

[Sighs]

♪

She has collapsed twice.

I believe the visions have started.

We must act quickly.

I am not scared.

I will take her on myself if need be.

You two, leave.

- [Gasps] - You, stay!

And, you. You think you can play games with the police?

I told them the truth.

That what? A demon killed Father Carol?

If it was not for the insane reputation of this convent,

you'd be arrested for wasting police time.

Perhaps it is our zealotry that has protected us.

Oh. So it was you.

You should not have given her that book!

In that order! And that chain of command!

It is, I-- I who decide the girl's fate.

And if you are wrong?

What, you think attacking her is the right thing to do?

Two dead priests.

You underestimate her power.

- [Wind rushes] - [Gasps]

[ Wind whistling ]

♪

"The darkness came into our lives,"

disguised as a miracle.

♪

[Thunder crashing]

Please don't let my daddy die.

I beg you.

Please. Please.

Bring Daddy home.

[ Thunder crashing ]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Thunder crashing]

[Wind whistling]

[Ominous music swells]

[Rain pattering]

[Sobbing] Please!

[Indistinct shouting]

I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

[Indistinct shouting]

Hello?!

[Young woman muttering]

♪

I will not let her take me.

[Young woman muttering]

♪

Let the badness out.

Meg?

[Flesh tears]

[Gasps] What have you done?

[Knife thuds]

[Exhales sharply]

- Peekaboo! - [Gasps] Fuck!

Mother will wash your filthy mouth with soap and water.

[Breathing heavily]

Are you okay?

Yes.

I knew you would find my secret hideaway.

Do you like it?

[Chuckles] Please don't tell.

I come here when I have dark thoughts.

The statues, they guide me.

What does it feel like-- to be a good person?

What do you mean?

I think I might be a really bad person.

No, you're not.

You're not.

I need to make a phone call.

Can you-- Can you help me?

Do you mind?

[ Dialing ]

[Line ringing] - [Sighs]

- Hello? - John. It's Grace.

Grace! My God. I've been-- I've been so worried.

You don't answer your phone.

Y-Your office hasn't heard from you.

Michael's dead.

Mi--

Oh, God. Grace, I'm so sorry. What happened?

He's, um--

He's been murdered.

Oh, my God. Where are you?

Scotland.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I--

I'll explain more when I see you.

I just, um...

Actually, John, I'm not fine. Um...

Can grief cause blackouts and hallucinations?

Uh, y-yeah.

Well, it's a complicated emotion, Grace,

but usually there's an underlying disorder.

There's a neurotransmitter imbalance.

A-And that's not you.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Maybe it's just being here, but I feel like I'm losing it.

Are you hallucinating?

Yes.

You need help, Grace.

Where exactly are you, Grace? I'm gonna come find you.

I have to call you back.

Grace? Grace?

[Receiver hangs up]

Tell me, child.

What is it you have seen?

Stay away from me.

♪

The visions are memories from your past and your future.

♪

[Woman singing in Latin]

♪

- Peekaboo. - [Gasps]

Do you mind not doing that?

Sorry.

It's okay.

Do you know when I'll get my own clothes back?

Mother says we must first erase the filth from them.

[ Chuckles ]

All the same, I'd like them.

That's my brother's journal.

Mother says all men are dirty.

I knew a man once.

Did you?

Our bellies rubbed together.

- Really? - Yes.

He was so dirty, we made black snakes appear.

Don't tell Mother.

I won't.

♪

Why did you clean the body?

He had crabs on him. Feeding on him.

Tiny crabs. I washed them off him.

Made him clean again.

Presentable. To God.

Whatever it was had possessed him

to do those... evil things

had left him.

♪

[Door closes]

Father Carol lies dead, but you decide to carry

Grace's brother from the beach and wash his body?

Yes.

On your own.

On my own.

13-stone man.

Just popped him on your shoulder.

Are you suggesting I'm lying?

I know you're lying.

And if this goes to court, the prosecutor will prove it.

And what now maybe it feels like nothing more than protecting

your colleagues will become a crime.

A Christian act will put you in jail.

♪

As we speak, a battle is raging between God and Satan.

The light and the darkness.

A Christian act should never be punished.

♪

The devil lurks in the shadow of temptation.

Mother Superior doesn't want her nuns to forget it.

So it would seem.

How was your night?

Good. For the most part.

Did you get a chance to look through your brother's things?

I did.

I assume you looked at his journal.

I did.

Um, seems to be written in some ancient language, I think.

No. It's, um...

It was a childhood code.

Oh.

Can you translate it?

Yeah.

We started using it right before our mother died.

You know, he would've written it like that because

he didn't want anyone else to read it.

Except for you, of course.

What you told me about your-- your parents and, uh--

and now your brother,

such-- such trauma at such a young age...

I've tried very hard to forget my past.

Now that he's gone and he's not coming back,

I guess the memories are all I have.

Perhaps the journal can be helpful.

It is. It's just painful.

But it is helping.

I just don't believe my brother killed himself.

Nor do I, Grace.

♪

"We never spoke of the events that happened,

but they forever shaped us.

Mount Savior shaped us.

Grace tried to protect me from the darkness, but it is back."

[Breathes deeply]

Ah, it's a miracle you survived the storm.

How are Anna and the kids?

Oh, they're away staying at her mother's for a few days.

Oh, that's good.

Well, great. I'll see you around then.

Oi. Maybe you will.

[Softly] Maybe you won't.

[Crow cawing]

[Door opens and closes]

[Muttering]

[Softly] "Try this key.'

[Man shouting]

What'd you do to me?

[Cage rattling]

Dad?

[Grunts]

[Speaking indistinctly]

Sorry.

♪

[Muttering]

♪

[Grunts]

[Gasps]

[Whimpering]

♪

[Door closes]

♪

Make it quick in there!

♪

- [Doorknob rattling] - No! [Screams]

♪

[Man screams]

♪

Quickly!

♪

[Grunting]

[Young woman screams]

♪

[Flesh tearing]

What's happened? What's going on?

♪

[Grunts]

♪

Where are ya?!

♪

Where are you?

♪

Huh?!

It's your own fault, Grace.

♪

- [Blow lands] - [Grunts]

[Women singing in Latin]

♪

[Indistinct conversations]

♪

Grace.

♪

For the consecration.

- It's beautiful. - Yes.

But the spiritual well-being of the church

is not my primary concern. - Right.

Michael discovered that this convent tried to adopt us

when we were young.

I have no memory of it,

but I think it's what's brought him here.

I don't know anything about that,

but Mother Superior told me that, uh...

Would you excuse us, please?

That your brother came here in search of the truth

about the relic.

What?

The original church used to house a relic.

So-- So where is it now?

Well, there was an earthquake in '93.

The cliff subsided, and the ocean

claimed the crypt in which it was kept.

Uh, look, in all honesty, I'm quite happy that it's gone.

The Crusaders, their worship of idols,

and their quest for power

has given the church a-a bad reputation.

They have books here on that exact time in history

if you care to read them.

I should.

Okay.

Grace, Michael,

this is Father Jacobs and Sister Dianne

from the Mount Savior Convent.

They're here to take you to a special place--

for children like you.

Do you have her birth certificate?

She doesn't have one.

She took her adoptive parents' name.

O'Rourke.

♪

Here will do.

♪

Get out. I said get out!

- What are you doing?! - Come on! Get--

- No! - Come on! Out!

Michael! Michael!

Michael!

There is but one God.

[Muffled shouts]

Please stop! Please!

[Horn blares]

♪

Father Romero thought you might want this book.

Thank you.

♪

- Leave now. - Of course, Sister.

♪

You must leave.

♪

Hm.

♪

[Indistinct whispers]

The Knights of the Morning Star guard the relic.

[Indistinct whispers]

[Horse snorting]

Take this wicked child.

This vessel of darkness...

There is but one God.

Hello?!

[Light switch clicking]

♪

[Gasps]

[Screams]

♪

[Screaming]

Where is the relic?

What are you trying to protect?

I don't know where it is.

You are lying!

More weight, Sisters.

[Screaming]

More weight!

♪

Take him. To the ruins.

It's time he made his peace with God.

[Grunts]

♪

[Footsteps approach]

♪

Hello, child.

♪

What are you doing?

Do not fear me.

I am but a lamb.

It is you who are the wolf.

Accept God into your heart.

No, no, please!

[Grunting]

[Groaning]

Help!

[No dialogue]

Please help!

[Gasps]

[Body thuds]

♪

Right.

You want to tell me what's been going on out there?

I read your notes... journal.

You never actually told me you lived around these parts.

I know why they killed him.

People around you do seem to die, don't they, Miss Farlo?

Or is it Miss O'Rourke?

Adoptive mother, dead. Stabbed by father.

Adoptive brother, dead.

Now a fucking nun,

who also happens to be a witness to your brother's suicide.

Now she's dead.

If you read my notes, you'd know why Michael was there.

He was chasing some sort of missing relic.

It was very powerful and important.

And I think they were afraid of it.

They were trying to use Michael to find it,

and he wouldn't help them, and now they're using me.

Do you know who you sound like?

You sound like them.

"A missing relic."

[Door creaks]

Soon night will give way to day.

We shall cast out the wicked deeds of darkness

and defeat his shadow with the armor of light.

[ Bell tolling ]

[Singing in Latin]

♪

[Bell tolling]

♪

[Singing fades]

Let's go.

So, your friend Father Romero called.

He's got a nun who claims she saw everything

and confirms your side of the story.

She's lying, because we were alone.

What can I say? Friends in high places.

I can go?

Pending further inquiries.

Look, I don't want to see you around here again, right?

Go home, grieve for your brother.

You understand?

Are you still holding Mother Superior?

- Do you understand? - She's the one

who's responsible for my brother's death.

I'm keeping Mother Superior in for further questioning.

Now go.

♪

[Engine starts]

♪

[Grunts]

♪

[Buzzer sounds]

♪

[Indistinct conversations]

♪

[Buzzer]

♪

[Exhales sharply]

♪

Hi, Dad.

I'm not your dad.

Your dad's in hell with two horns sticking out his head.

Why did you do it?

Do what?

Beat me.

Starve me.

Lock us in cages.

I took you in.

I tried to love you as my own.

It was hard.

Because you're the devil's own, aren't you?

I should have killed you.

Instead I kept you in a cage to hurt no one.

You killed Mom.

I died in the storm.

Michael's dead.

Bring him back.

What?

Save him like you did me.

I should've have drowned with the others.

What do you mean?

You called on someone that night.

It wasn't God that answered.

The darkness took me!

We all prayed for you.

[Laughing]

That's a miracle.

That's for fucking sure!

Just like the day I found you wandering on the beach.

10 years old.

All alone.

Cold.

Wet. Shivering.

Someone had thrown you in the sea.

Threw you away to die.

Except you don't die! Do ya?!

Stop it.

What's it feel like?

Your whole life,

wherever you go,

death and destruction.

It follows.

It's your shadow.

You could have saved your mother that night.

But you didn't.

- No. - You know why?

'Cause you might be in here, out of the way!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Look at me!

♪

I appeal to you, therefore, sisters,

by the mercies of God, to present your whole being

in the living sacrifice.

Holy and acceptable to God.

Do not be conformed by this world,

but be transformed by its renewing of your mind.

But by this test, you may discern what is the will of God

and what is good.

Anyone call from the convent?

No.

They may be glad to be rid of her.

♪

[ Breathing deeply ]

What aren't you telling me, Mother?

What did you want with him?

You mentioned a relic.

Was Michael hiding it from you?

[ Chuckles ]

He's such a stupid man, DCI Harris.

Do people not tell you that?

More than you might think. [ Chuckles ]

Michael was not stupid.

He was a man of God. He was brilliant.

He found the relic and he was to return it to us.

God's will in motion.

But Michael did not understand its power.

Very dangerous.

She must be purified, cleansed, contained once more.

You think the relic is not a thing, but a person?

Grace.

You think Grace is the relic?

I know Grace is the relic.

And so does she.

Hello?

♪

Does anyone know where Father Romero is?

♪

Blot out my transgressions.

Wash away all my inequity and cleanse me from my sin.

Do you know where Father Romero is?

Mother said you would be our downfall.

[ Gasps ]

[ Crack, scream ]

It's here!

[ Screaming ]

Please!

- Meg! - God, forgive me!

I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

- Meg, wait! - Protect me from the demon!

I won't hurt you.

♪

Mother thinks me fragile.

But God's gift fills me with strength to do His bidding.

I will not let her take me.

We must forsake our own evil or be devoured.

- Meg? - Let the badness out.

[ Whimpers, gasps ]

What have you done?

- I'll get help. - Stay away from me.

[ Groans ]

I can feel the sin leaving me. - No!

Come on.

- I'm bleeding! - Come on. No.

I'm bleeding! No! Make it stop!

I'm bleeding!

- Okay. Alright. - Please don't let me die.

I can help you.

Plea-- Please don't let me die.

Please tell them I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Please don't let me die. - It's okay. It's okay.

♪

It's me, isn't it?

♪

Please make of me all my powers of soul and body,

my whole life, death, and eternity,

whatever most pleases thee.

Oh. Grace.

Stay back.

My father was right, wasn't he?

There's something wrong with me.

[ Crying ]

I think I'm cursed.

I see things.

Meg is dead.

And I've-- I've seen it before.

I couldn't stop it.

I-I know it's impossible.

You're not cursed, child.

You're blessed.

I just want it to stop.

Can you help me?

Shh!

Banish the darkness.

Be filled with His light.

Can you make it stop?

Come.

Come, child.

Don't be scared.

Join our sermon, and you shall be absolved.

We bless you, vessel of true sight.

♪

Blessed Michael, archangel,

defend us in this moment of conflict.

Be our safeguard

against the wickedness and snares of the devil.

May God restrain him.

We humbly pray.

And do thou, O prince of the heavenly host.

Thrust Satan down to hell with those other wicked spirits

that wander through the world for the ruin of souls.

♪

Grace of Aaron, do you admit to your sins

and seek to be cleansed by the Holy Spirit?

I do.

There is but one God.

And His shadow.

Consecrate her.

♪

You're ready, child.

♪

[ Indistinct whispering ]

She must be contained for eternity.

Her power is a threat to Christ.

[ Birds chirping ]

♪

In the tomb, you shall not age,

preserved forever in God's love.

[ Crying ]

[ Whispering continues ]

Seal the crypt.

Dear God, let her dwell once again

and bring the weight of all heaven upon this tomb.

And protect me from my spiritual enemies.

[ All gasping, screaming ]

♪

So, that was your plan, just to bury me in a tomb.

What ever happened to forgiveness?

Christ died for the sins of man,

not to forgive the sins of a fallen angel.

[ Spits, groans ]

[ Breathing deeply ]

Is that what I am?

You're the darkness that proves the light.

That's why you hate God.

That's why you lost touch with your brother.

It is him you should ask for forgiveness.

It's him!

[ All screaming ]

♪

Grace!

Hello?! Anyone here?!

♪

Please forgive me.

♪

Grace.

No.

Please, don't do this.

- It's the only way. - No.

That's just some bullshit they filled your head with.

Hocus-pocus, remember?

[ Gasps ]

No!

♪

Hello?

♪

[Screams]

♪

[Woman struggling]

[Seat belt clicks, truck horn blares]

♪

We'll bring her here by her own volition.

No harm is to come to her.

[Groaning]

[Grunting]

[Screaming]

Dear God, let her dwell once again in your house

and bring the weight of all heaven on this tomb.

♪

[Nuns screaming]

♪

It's him you should ask for forgiveness.

It's him!

[Nuns screaming]

Return to God, my son, return to God.

♪

[Candles crack]

♪

Oh.

The demon is here.

I knew you would try to save me.

I love you, Mikey. I'm so sorry.

Would you forgive me?

For what?

For leaving you in the darkness.

Hiding who I am, hiding from you.

You're here now.

I can save you.

Like you did Dad?

No.

No! Don't.

I have to do this.

But God will catch me.

You are good, Grace.

[Wind howling]

[Slow music plays]

♪

No!

[Dramatic music plays]

♪

Did you find her?

No sign of her, sir.

[Seagulls calling]

You think you've got it all wrapped up, don't you?

Father Romero conveniently going back to Rome.

You might fool the CPS but you don't fool me.

[Birds chirping]

Tell me one thing.

How did you get under her skin?

You know, what is it that you do up here

that would make someone like Grace want to kill themselves?

Grace is not dead.

What are you talking about?

She has incredible power and she will use it for evil

until she's stopped.

[Water lapping]

- Cheers. - Cheers.

[Indistinct conversations, silverware clinking]

You alright?

Yeah.

Sure? Been through a lot.

I'm sure.

How's the, uh, the therapy coming on?

Well, as a survivor of traumatic events

both past and fairly recent,

the official answer is supposed to be, um, day by day.

[Laughs]

But to be honest, I'm quite shit at therapy.

I don't really trust my memory of those times,

and, um, healing used to be just forgetting.

But I'm realizing that my body actually remembers things

that my mind just can't, so I am trying.

Yeah. That's progress.

[Both laugh]

Put it this way-- I'm not going to go anywhere

near a church anytime soon.

Well, I saw your patient,

the old lady who was going blind.

Oh, good. How is she?

Well, she had perfect sight.

She only kept the appointment not to be rude.

She said it was a miracle.

She said you cured her.

[ Chuckles ]

Hmm.

♪

[Horn honks, tires screech]

♪

My brother used to believe I had a guardian angel.

And I used to believe in nothing.

But now I'm not so sure.

♪

[ Woman singing in Latin ]

♪

[ Ominous music plays ]

♪

[ Woman singing in Latin ]

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