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"Do you ever have emotions
that you can't explain?

Have you ever lost control
of these emotions?

Do these emotions have a name?"

These were the first
three questions

that Dr. Malison
asked of Joseph Kinkirk

just six hours after his arrest.

To which Kinkirk answered,

"Yes. Yes." And "Henry."

This course of exchange laid
the foundation

for a defense that failed,

not only because of the meticulously
collected physical evidence,

but also because of the currently
accepted opinion in modern psychology:

multiple personality syndrome
does not exist.

It was a psychological fad,
a therapist-induced disorder,

perpetuated by an unending barrage
of TV talk shows and novels,

and ill-conceived Hollywood movies.

Joseph Kinkirk
has been under observation

at various psychiatric institutions
for most of his adult life,

and yet there has not been one
documented reference

to Henry until after his arrest.

Henry did not abduct Sarah McKenzie.

He didn't strip her naked
or tie her to a bed in his cellar.

He didn't rape
her twelve-year-old body,

or attempt to remove her ovaries
with a box cutter.

And he didn't videotape
the two hours

it took Sarah to bleed to death
when that operation failed.

Henry did not commit
these atrocities because...

...Henry does not exist.

Joseph Kinkirk is
fully aware of his actions.

Just as he was
when he committed them.

It's after midnight, I'm afraid...

I know, I need two shots of tequila
a water back and some volume on the TV.

- Please.
- Certainly.

At one minute past midnight,

the state of Missouri began
the execution

of Joseph Kinkirk by lethal injection.

With no reprieve coming
from the governor's office,

sodium thiopental was first
administered as an anesthetic.

Can I have two...
two more shots, please?

Would you like me to change
the channel?

No, that's...

...and Mr. Kinkirk
was pronounced dead

at 18 minutes past the hour.

As you've just heard,
Joseph Kinkirk has been put to death

in a Missouri state prison...

Hello?

Hi, Mommy.

- Oh, no, no, no.
- Hi, sweetie.

- I miss you.
- I miss you, too.

What's that noise?

Uncle Stephen's making breakfast.

OK, now can we go to Starbuck's?

- How was last night?
- We watched Night of the Living Dead.

- Oh, no, secret. Shh!
- Put your uncle on the phone.

Mommy wants to talk to you.

So did you see them
fry the bad guy last night?

It was lethal injection. And no.

You get shitfaced as usual?

Watch your language
in front of Sammy.

Sorry. Did you...
as usual, get shitfaced?

I'm running late.
I'll see you this afternoon, OK?

Hello.

That's rude.
Your mother hung up on me.

Dad, can I call you back?
I'm just at the airport.

I need your opinion on a patient.

- You're shouting again.
- Am I?

Sorry.

Look, I think you'll find
this one to be very interesting.

Just send me the file
and I'll look it over.

No, no, you have to meet him.

I'll pick you up at the airport.
Just give him one hour.

You can't... expect me
to rearrange my life

every time you dig up
some medical oddity.

Did you hang UP?

Dad?

Hi.

So where'd you find
this David Bernburg?

He was referred to me
by Dr. Foster.

- Charlie?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, that figures.

David was picked up for vagrancy

and then released into Charlie's care
the next day.

Well, how long has
he been a patient here?

Couple of days,
since the weekend.

- That's all?
- Mm-hmm.

You usually you like to train 'em
for a month

before you let me pick 'em apart.

Ah, but this one
has a whole new kind of act.

Oh, yeah?

Enjoy-

Can we get a little heat
going in here?

Sure.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

I'm Dr. Cara Jessup,
and you must be David.

- David Bernburg, is that right?
- Yes.

Bernburg. Is that German?

I don't know.

Do you know why we're here?

You want to ask me some questions?

Is that all right with you?

Yes.

OK. Have you been in a wheelchair
your entire life?

No.

I had an accident a few years back.

OK.

Are you left or right-handed?

Right.

And, um... In your childhood home,
how many windows are there?

Ten.

Eleven if you count
the star window in the door.

But it didn't open.

OK.

So when you're
counting these windows,

are you inside
or outside the house?

Inside.

- It's warmer.
- Mm-hmm.

Were you raised in any religion?

Ma'am, I was raised in the mountains.

God held our hand
and the Devil waited for us to follow.

I'd like to show you
a series of abstract images,

then I'd like you to just describe
any thought that comes to mind, OK?

- Two small children.
- Mm-hmm.

And... they're playing that game...

Patty-cake, patty-cake...

OK. OK. Good.
And this one?

It looks like an elephant
in the circus.

Is it a big elephant?

No. A baby elephant.

Do you see any numbers
in this circle?

- Sixteen.
- OK.

How about this one?

Seventy-three.

Sure.

Do you ever have any emotions
you can't explain?

No.

Do you ever feel
angry or violent or depressed

for no apparent reason?

No.

OK. Thank you very much.

All right, Dad. I'm waiting.

For what?

Well, you didn't bring me here
to meet David, did you?

Mind if I make a call?

No, I got nothing but time.
Go right ahead.

Hello?

This is Dr. Harding.
ls Adam there?

I'm sorry, Dr. Harding.

I'm the only one here.

I'd like you to look for him.

What was that?

This is Adam.

Adam, it's Dr. Harding.

I wonder if you would have a moment
to speak with a colleague of mine?

Sure.

You didn't need to do that.

Do what?

Show off.

It makes you look like a charlatan.

Hello.

I'm Dr. Jessup.

Jessup?
You're Dr. Harding's daughter?

Yes, I am. And you're Adam.

Your husband was murdered, right?

Ooh...

- Yes.
- How?

His throat was slit by a mugger.

When?

- Three years ago.
- Where?

When we were walking home
from church on Christmas Eve.

- You think that was rude of me?
- Not at all. I'm used to it.

Aggressive role manipulation
is a common avoidance technique

used by borderline personalities
during therapy.

But you knew that, didn't you?

That a girl.

I have to watch out for your
exploitive pathological tendencies.

You ready to answer some questions?

Shoot.

In your childhood home,
how many windows are there?

One.

- One?
- Mm-hmm.

Actually, two if you count
the windshield.

I see.

Were you raised in any religion?

- Catholic.
- Mm-hmm.

OK, Adam, I have a series
of abstract images here.

I'd like you to take a look at them...

Dances, moth, elephants, the Devil.

I've seen all this stuff before, Doctor.

Yes, you have, clearly.

OK, Adam.

Do you see any numbers
in the circles?

Nope.

And this one?

No.

Great. Great.

What about this one?

The number seven.

OK.

OK, Adam...

May I look at your eyes?

Are you wearing Contact lenses?

No. This is their natural color.

Are you color-blind?

Red deficient. Since birth.

OK, Adam, I think we're done here.

Thank you very much
for your cooperation.

Can I go now?

You set me up.

No, no. I offered you a chance
to reconsider some of your assumptions.

Adam is the host, David is the alter.

Why didn't you let me interview
Adam first?

Well, where's the fun in that?

- Hello!
' Mommy!

C ' Ho!

' Mommy!
- Hey.

- I missed you so much.
- Yay!

- Hey, Pop.
- Hey, Steve-O.

- Oh, this is quite a rig.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, Grandpa.
- There's my angel. How you doing?

- Go get your stuff, OK?
- OK.

- I'll help you.
- She have fun?

She was pretty cranky
till that second beer set in.

You staying for dinner?

No. Sammy's got school
in the morning.

Mm-hmm. You OK?

I mean, really OK?

Yeah, I'll be OK.

What are you working on?

I'm just off-lining an industrial.

Oh, great.

You have no idea
what I'm talking about, do you?

- No.
- No.

OK. Here we are.

Did you say thank you
to Uncle Stephen, honey?

Thank you, Uncle Stephen.

Sammy, next time
you bring the beers, OK?

- All right?
- OK.

I gotta tell you, I'm loving
these underage drinking jokes.

- Thank you.
- I'm loving them.

- Thank you very much.
- Bye.

- Good-bye.
- Bye.

Get off my property.

Don't pull all the way up
into the driveway, OK?

Why?

'Cause it'll be too tight
for me to get out.

- You'll be able to get out.
- No, it's...

Thanks, Pop.

This is perfect.

Hey, honey?
Get into the bathtub, OK?

And then we'll have dinner.

OK, Mom.

What's that?

Adam's file. Take a look.

I'll think about it.

I don't seem to have
much time for God nowadays, Doc.

It seems to work both ways.

How's about you? You got your faith?

My daughter lost
her husband not too long ago.

He was a good, good man.

And he was murdered
for no reason at all.

- Murdered?
- Mm-hmm.

I find it kind of hard to believe
in a God that would hurt my daughter.

...Dr. Harding. ls Adam there?

I'm sorry, Dr. Harding.
I'm the only one here.

- Little CC.
- Hey, Charlie.

- You look terrible.
- Well, thank you.

Course of antibiotics, I'll be fine.

- All right.
- To what do I owe the pleasure?

Adam Saber.

I want to know how he came to you,
and why you dumped him on my father.

Police found him laying in the street.

He didn't appear intoxicated.

Claims he wasn't able to walk.

Gave his name as David Bernburg.

By the time I examined him,

he was up on his feet
calling himself Adam Saber.

Said he had no idea
how he got to the hospital.

Well, I thought
of your father immediately.

Well, yeah, sure.

Um... Have you ever had a patient
who was color-blind in just one eye?

No, Why?

I was just thinking it might explain...

- Never mind.
- How's Sammy?

She's great. Soccer crazy.

There are try-outs at the school
this Friday. You should come.

- I'd like that.
- Good.

Um... Can I get a copy
of his hospital file?

- I'll fax it this afternoon.
- Thank you.

Take care of yourself, all right?

Yeah. I will.
You take care of that kid.

Yeah. Always.

Um... Does Ellie still work
in Radiology?

Yeah, but she's up
on the third floor now.

All right. Thanks again.

Bye_.

Is it possible
that when he wrenches his neck,

he's compressing
and decompressing a nerve

and causing some kind
of temporary paralysis?

Look.

This X-ray.

The third, the fourth,
the fifth vertebrae...

- Fused.
- Mmm.

So we're looking at X-rays here
of two different people.

Two different people.

It's a hoax.

The guy, the doctor.

- The doctor?
- Sure.

How well do you know him?

Well, some days... not at all.

Gets under your skin, doesn't he?

These aren't his films.
They can't be.

Isn't it possible that...
that what you're looking at

is actually what you're seeing?

No, because this is not possible.

- Adam is the real deal.
- No, he is a desperately ill young man,

but he's fully aware of David
and all of David's actions.

David is pure invention,
and I'll prove it to you.

You know what? We haven't had dinner
together in over a month.

Well, you're coming to Easter,
aren't you?

Uh-huh.

You want me to bring anything?

Just your delightful self.

That's my girl.

- Yeah, thanks.
- I'll see you.

OK, let me...

So, David Bernburg,
Shadywood High School, Shadywood.

Shadywood.

Sorry, Doctor.
Scared you a little right there, huh?

Yeah, a little bit, yeah.

Listen, uh...
I didn't want you to leave

without having a chance
to say thank you.

For what?

For trying to help.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Excuse me.
I'm looking for yearbooks.

Second aisle down to the back.

But you best be quick,
I'm looking up in ten minutes.

I'll be quick, promise.

OK.

You almost done?

I'll be done in a minute.

Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,

Bless the bed that I lay on,

Bless me as I lay me down to sleep,

I give myself to God to keep,

Five little angels around my bed,

One at the foot, one at the head,

One to sing and one to pray,

And one to take my sins away.

Amen.

She doesn't mean it.

Right?

Hello?

Charlie?

Oh, Little CC.

You sound terrible.

Listen, listen.
Can I bring you anything?

No, I've got soup.

And... And the antibiotic is
about to kick in.

I hate to ask, but...

You never faxed me
Adam Saber's file.

Oh, I'm sorry. Is first thing all right?

Yeah, yeah, of course.
Just get some rest, OK?

I will.

- See you soon.
- OK, feel better.

Excuse me.

Do you know the way
to the Quarry House?

I don't know how
I got to the hospital.

I have no idea how
I got to bed last night.

You know,
I just wake up in my room,

and I don't remember nothing.

The nurses helped you
into your bed.

Was I awake?

In a manner of speaking.

Hello?

They're ruined, aren't they?

I'm sorry, I knocked at the front door.

- I, I was...
- I found them this morning.

They must have been
in water for weeks.

All that music, all that life, all gone.

No. I think... I think
some of it can be saved, actually.

Well, there's always hope.

Now, who are you?

I'm looking for David Bernburg?

- David?
- Yeah.

You're standing on him, my dear.

Well, it happened
around this time of year.

Some local reporter inevitably
stumbles onto a story in the archives

and tries to resurrect it
as a cautionary tale.

Are you talking
about David's accident?

No, my dear.

His murder.

How did his accident happen?

He fell.

Wet leaves on stone steps.

And just like that,
his life had to begin again.

But he accepted his fate
with such nobility.

For three years,
David showed the world

how brightly the Holy Spirit
shone within him.

But then...

...David lost his way.

He found a doctor in the city

who was experimenting with spinal
replacement, or some such nonsense.

David came to believe

that this practitioner would one day
give him back his legs.

It seemed as if every month
he'd ride into the city on the bus

with hope in his eyes.

Only to be injected and sliced open,

and return broken-hearted.

And then one month he left home...

He never returned.

It was one week later
when they found his remains.

He had been taken
into the woods and abused.

Tortured.

Can you imagine?

David sitting there, watching,

unable to fight back.

Watching as they did those
unspeakable things to him.

L”.lcannoLl”.

And I pray you never will.

David turned his back on God

and looked to science for his answers.

The Lord told us quite plainly...

... "Wane not thy faith in me."

Hey, Art, I'll have a cup of coffee
and some of that apple pie, huh?

Hi, honey bunch.

Did you have a good time?

No, we had a bird funeral.

- Great. Great.
- Yeah.

Um... Do you want to pick out a treat
while I talk to Grandpa?

OK, go ahead. Get what you want.

What's the fundamental difference
between a disassociated personality

and a delusional one?

- No hello?
- 'Cause I have something.

- Yeah?
- OK.

So, the real David Bernburg

was born on February 5th, 1963.

He slipped and broke his back
in November of 1979.

In April of 1982, he was murdered.

Now, while every
local TV station and newspaper

was recounting
the details of his horrific death,

your Adam Saber was six years old.

His mother had just died,

and he'd been placed
in the first of several foster homes.

His escape was this...
this macabre murder.

Now, everything that Adam knew of David,

he would have gleaned
from the media, right?

OK, well, say that I agree with these...

...somewhat shaky assumptions.

Why would Adam create a delusion?

Give me your wallet.

- Any wallet will do?
- Mm-hmm.

All right.

So why do you carry this picture of Mom?

To remind me of her.

Mm-hmm. And experience the positive
affects that these memories evoke.

- Yeah.
- Yes. Now, if this picture existed

but you had no awareness of it,

would you still be able to benefit
from its existence?

I suppose not, no.

Oh, OK.

So I believe, as a child, Adam Saber

began carrying around
a mental picture of David

so that no matter where he went,
no matter how horrific things became,

there was always someone
who had it worse.

David Bernburg,
who was tortured to death

by Satan worshipping mountain witches.

But to benefit from this mental image,
he must be fully aware of it,

and therefore,
cannot be disassociated.

That is a very compelling diagnosis.

Thank you very much.

- How are you gonna prove it?
- Oh. Oh, Dad.

I'm not going to prove it.

I'm gonna cure it.

Hello, Mrs. Bernburg.

Thank you again for agreeing
to help me with this.

I wanted to tell you

that Adam has created
an impersonation of your son.

I... I don't want you to be alarmed.

I've raised three boys,
and said prayers upon their graves.

Not much alarms me.

Thank you, I do appreciate it.

Here's... This is Adam now.

- Thanks.
- Hello, Adam.

(H9)'-

This is Ditta Bernburg.

Is the name familiar to you at all?

Nope.

Uh... Her son David
was murdered 25 years ago.

Shit.

I'm sorry.

You may have heard of it.

It was in the papers.

Twenty-five years ago?

I was like six years old.

- I didn't read the papers much.
- Mm-hmm.

You gonna get that?

No one knows I'm here.
It's probably for you.

Yo, this is Adam.

I'd like to speak with David, please.

There's no David here.

Mama?

You found me, Mama.

My son is dead.

No, Mama.

I'm not dead.

You are not my son.

Yes, I am.

We live at the Quarry House
on Tall Road.

I was able to find your address
in the phone book.

My bedroom used to be a library.

You used to fold the clothes
on the shelves like books.

- Stop it.
- Yeah. You used to say...

"What clothes should
we read today, David?"

No.

My bed...

My bed was made from harvest wood...
to keep me safe from the spirits.

My son died 25 years ago.

You have a nail in your pocket.

How could you know that?

No one knows that, only...

We found it in Askirn Mine.

You always carry it, Mama.

- David.
- Mama.

Iron from the earth.

To ward off evil.

To ward off evil.

Yes.

Then it's not working.

I know
there's a rational explanation...

Mama?

Yeah, this is it.
You can get him out of the van.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, we'll be fine.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

All right.

I'll be fine.

All right, David.

Do you know where you are?

No, ma'am.

Well, there's no reason

that you should recognize this place.

What is it?

- What's the matter?
- I was here at night.

What?

That's why I didn't recognize
this place.

Things are different.

It was snowing.

Right there, there was a shack.

- David.
- He's coming.

Who's coming?

Who's coming? Just tell me.

Shh!

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

Tell me, tell me who is it?
Who is it? Who's coming?

The Devil.

I'm sorry.
All right, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm gonna... all right.

I'm gonna take you
back to the van, OK?

I'm gonna take you back.

It's all right.

Please, please, please,
get me out of here.

Your Chair's stuck,
I have to go...

No, no, please.
Please don't leave me.

All right, OK.

I just... I have to get a signal.

I'm just gonna walk away
and get a signal, OK?

You're all right. You're all right.

- Hey, Cara.
- Hi, Virgil.

- Is something wrong?
- No, no, I'm all right.

The chair is stuck
and I need you to push it out.

All right, let me find something,
I'll be right there.

Thanks. OK, bye.

Oh, let's see what we got.

Stuck, huh?

Hi, Adam.

Who's Adam?

Here we go.

My name is Dr. Caroline Jessup.

Yeah, we'll get to you later.

- Adam...
- I asked who Adam was.

Adam is a patient of mine.

Are you all right?

You feel confused?

Confused?

You don't tell me
when to be confused, lady.

You're not the one who keeps waking up
in strange God damned places

with no idea how you got there.

So I asked you a question.

Where am I?

And why would you think
I was Adam?

You're at Walker's Mill.

And you look like Adam.

- Hey!
- Caroline. Are you all right?

Yeah, we're fine. I was... I'm just...

I'm talking to...

Wes.

Wes.

- Morning, Virgil.
- Hey, Wesley.

- Nice, all right.
- Dad! Dad.

- Yeah?
- I need to talk to you.

OK, I'll be right... I'll be right back.

- Why are you...?
- I just met Wes!

What... Why, Dad, why?
Why do you do this to me?

Because you've stopped
asking questions.

That's all I do.
That's all I do all day long.

- That's all I do, Dad.
- No, no.

You've stopped asking questions
of yourself, Caroline.

You've developed
this fixed system of beliefs

which you refuse to submit
to any kind of introspection.

So what that means is that
you will never have a new thought

in your professional life.

You have got to learn
to take those ideas,

set them to one side,
and try to move ahead

with one big question,
which is, "Why?"

And simply ask "What?"

To just say "I don't know."

Just because you're older
doesn't mean you're right.

It might mean that you've
been wrong for longer.

What has been your motivation here?

Has it been to help Adam to discover

whatever crisis it is that caused
him to fracture his psyche,

or has it been to simply
flat out prove me wrong?

Hmm?

- Oh, hon.
- Come on, don't.

All right, everybody,
go take a shower now. Honey?

OK, so Wesley Crite was a front
man for an underground rock band.

He died November 1994.
It was a possible suicide.

At this exact point,
Adam Saber is in prison.

He's just been placed
in solitary confinement,

so at this low,
low moment in his life,

he assumes yet another person
who has a story worse than his own.

OK.

OK.

Good.

Hello, Wesley.
Sorry to keep you waiting.

I have all the time
in the world, Dr. Jessup.

I'd like to ask you a few questions,
if that's all right with you.

I would first like to ask you
a question.

Yes?

Do you hold that doctorate
in the name of science or God?

Why do you ask?

That thing around your neck.

I'd like to consider myself
a doctor of science...

...but a woman of God.

There's something I'd like to show you.

November 18th, 1994.

Does that mean anything to you?

Get away from me.

Do you know what happened that day?

What happened that day?

- What do you know about that day?
- Get away from me.

- What?
- Get away from me!

David?

Are you all right?

He was here.

Who? Who was here?

Where'd you hear that?

I didn't hear it.

I wrote it.

It's David's song.

Was it ever published?

No. David made it up in the hospital,

after his accident.

He'd sing it to himself...
whenever he became sad or scared.

When he was scared?

It seemed to be a sanctuary for him.

A shelter in the storm.

Is it possible that...

...the night he was murdered,
when he was in the woods,

is it possible
that he sang this lullaby?

I pray he did.

' - Hello?
- ' Hey, Dad.

I think that when Adam Saber
was a little boy,

he may have witnessed
David Bernburg's murder,

and David is an escape from that memory.
Maybe Wes is, too.

Do you have a home address for Adam?

- Why?
- Because I want to know

what kind of life Adam
is trying to escape from.

Hey. Hey, there, buddy.

Good boy, good boy.

Hello. Hello?

Hey, buddy. You all alone?

It's all right. I'm gonna come in.

I'm coming in.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

Hello.

Shh! OK.

OK, OK.

OK, buddy. All right.

See if I can find anything.

Where's your bag?

Here you go. There you go.

There. Poor thing.

Hello? Is anybody here?

Hello?

Oh, God. Oh, gosh.

OK.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

First dead body?

No.

We sent someone to pick up
this Adam Saber for questioning.

Shit, Shit. Um, I... I...

I forgot to pick up my daughter.
I can't stay.

- You don't have to be here.
- Thanks.

- I got it.
- Thank you.

- You did such a great job.
- Really, Dad?

Jenna, come on, we're leaving!

- Hello?
- Detective Danton?

- Yes. Hello.
- It's Caroline Jessup.

Adam Saber is at my daughter's
elementary school.

- You're sure it's him?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's Brockhurst Elementary.

At the soccer fields. Hi.

- I'll be there...
- As soon as you can. Thanks.

Sammy!

Sammy!

You see? I told you she'd be here.

- No need to worry.
- Samantha!

Sammy!

Samantha. Samantha.

I'm sorry I'm late, but I need
you to come over here right now.

- But, Mom...
- Right now!

Get over here! Come on.

Come on. I want you to go
over there with Ridley's mom.

- Is everything all right?
- How'd you get here?

I'm not entirely sure.

Sammy was wonderful.
I think she's gonna make...

I want you to stay away from my family!

- But you invited me.
- I did no such thing.

- At the hospital.
- What hospital?

Where you came to see me.
CC, are you all right?

What did you call me?

Little CC.

Who are you?

Oh, for heaven's sake!

Caroline, it's me. Charles.

I thought we had a rule
about not talking to strangers.

But he knew my name.

And he just wanted to talk to me
till you got there.

What did he want to talk about?

First, he wanted to know family stuff.

Yeah?

Like what we did this summer.

And my birthday.

What about your birthday?

If I liked the books he sent me.

What else?

Then he wanted to know
about God and stuff.

What did you tell him?

That I didn't believe.

Why would you say that, honey?

'Cause if God was real,

he wouldn't have let Daddy die.

And I think...

I think that God knew
how wonderful Daddy was,

and he wanted him in heaven
to make it a better place.

It's all right that
I don't believe, Mommy.

Why?

Grandpa doesn't believe anymore,

so whatever happens, I'll be with him.

Hey. God loves you.

And he always will, OK?

OK.

What'd you do to your back?

Don't know. It kind of itches.

Mm. I'll put something on it, OK?

Hey, Dad, it's me.

Look, I think there's a connection
between Adam and his alters.

They all seem to want to know
if you have faith.

Adam asked you. Wes asked me.
Charles asked Sammy.

Charles?

Well, Adam came to Sammy's school
pretending to be Charles.

Caroline, Charles is dead.

What? I...

Dad, I just talked to him.
He was sick, but he didn't...

Dad, I'm so sorry.

Me too.

He always had to do everything first.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

It's just a tickle.

I love you, sweetheart.

I love you too, Daddy.

Bye-bye.

I noticed
a sketchbook in your room.

- You like to draw.
- Idle hands.

Moses drowning in an unparted sea.

Mm-hmm.

So, I'm seeing this, right?
The shadow's moving.

It looks like there's
somebody else there, right?

- Yeah, but...
- But, but, but what?

Cara, this is...
Come on, this is Dad.

He's doing what he always does,
he's messing with you.

Can you just find out what it is?

Yeah, sure.

So... What's the deal?

The deal, Mr. Saber,
is a body found at your house.

Excuse me?

Male, approximately 30-50 years of age.

You know him?

OK.

Are you a religious man, Mr. Saber?

I only ask as this cross
was etched into the victim's back.

Do you recognize this?

Maybe it was burnt or carved in,
we're not sure yet.

Does this mean anything to you?

No.

Adam.
Do you recognize any of these?

Do you recognize?

Does this cross mean anything to you?

Do you recognize any of these?

I said I don't recognize them!

- Are you deaf?!
- OK, excuse me, excuse me.

Detective, can I speak
to you for a second?

Don't push him on this right now,
you're not gonna get anywhere.

And I... I think I can
help you with that cross,

I've seen it somewhere before.

Yeah.

I saw markings
like this in town.

I'm sorry, I didn't know
who else to ask.

Dr. Jessup, why are you here?

Your textbooks have failed you,
isn't that right?

Yes.

So listen.

That's why God gave us
two ears but one mouth.

There's the Devil's magic
in these hills.

That some may try to tend
an ailing child.

Or take revenge
for a terrible wrongdoing.

Remember this.

Your books may have failed you,

but your God has not.

Follow on where the road ends,

to the very top of the valley.

You'll see a holler there.

Ask for the granny.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for the granny.

It's important that I find her.

Ineed_.lneedto_.

I need to find out what this is.

I think it's some kind of a cross.

Do you know what it is?

Do you... do you know?

Let me see.

It's no cross.

How are you doing that?

With better eyes than yours.

Can you tell me what it means?

You won't believe.

Child.

What the hell is that?

- Want a soda?
- Mm-mm.

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

No way.

No freakin' way.

Ow! What are you doing?

Sorry, pal.

I need to try something.

Uncle Stephen.

- What are you doing?
- I gotta check something.

Hold him down.
Hold him down!

Hold still.

He'll be fine.

Now will you believe?

It's the writing of the mountains.

This...

...is shelter.

You have two new messages.

Dr. Jessup,
this is Detective Danton.

Just wanted to let you know
there wasn't enough to hold Adam Saber,

but we released him
into your father's care.

Any luck with that cross? Call me.

Next message.

Jesus, Carrie,
where the hell are you?

OK, the darkness on the video,

the thing that moves, it's a sound wave.

It's a voice.

Carrie, it's a frickin' voice, listen.

Reverend Christian Moore,

shelter now the faithless.

You hear that?

Cara.

- What was that?
- I have no idea.

But I do know
who Christian Moore is, or was.

He was born in
Burlington, Alabama, in 1889.

He was one of those good old boy
Southern faith healers.

He died in 1918.
That's all the info I got.

However, listen to this, OK.

There's some sort of historical society
in Milling Junction.

Now, there's a guy there
by the name of Monty.

He has all this information on him.

OK, I'm about 50 miles
from Milling Junction now.

You can be there in an hour, go.

You all right?

My throat scratches.

Let me see what I got.

No cough medicines.

Mom says it's not good for you.

Seriously?

Honey works though.

Yeah? OK.

Uncle Stephen?

Yeah?

I think there's
something on my back.

Well, my late father made
these films,

right after the Great War.

Nineteen hundred and eighteen.

That's when it came.

The influenza epidemic.

And that's when we met him.

The Reverend Christian Moore.

He was a self-proclaimed faith healer.

And he told the holler folks that
they didn't need their voodoo medicine.

Just faith in the Lord.

And he had a good number of holler folk
turn their backs on the granny.

You see, he used as an example,
his own two children.

Well, they were full of health,

and apparently immune
to the ravages of the disease.

And they were strange children,
as I remember.

Quiet.

Turns out that their silence
was for a good reason.

The reverend had lost his faith,

and he had had
his own kin inoculated

against the disease,
leaving the others to die.

That's awful.

And that's why the holler folk
did what they did.

What was that?

Well, my father was filming,
as usual,

and I accompanied him.

And that's when I found them,
the reverend's children.

They dragged the reverend
to the granny.

And she handed down her own form

of mountain justice
for his faithless ways.

And I can't really
tell you what happened.

[Unhahng]

But to a child of eight...

...it sure as hell looked
like that old hag

had sucked out Christian Moore's soul...

...and stuffed his gullet with dirt,

so that it couldn't get back in.

And then she said something
that I'll never forget.

Reverend Christian Moore,

shelter now the faithless.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Dr. Jessup? It's Detective Danton.
Can you hear me?

- Yeah, what's the matter?
- All right, I just want to let you know

we've dispensed a squad car
to your father's location.

They're gonna be there in a few minutes.
I'm on my way right now.

Why, why? What's happened?

There's been a mistake.

Hello.

- Dad?
- Oh, hey, sweetie.

Dad, is Adam with you now?

Yes, the police dropped
him off a little while ago.

Can he hear what I'm saying?

I shouldn't think so, he's in his room.

OK, Dad, I need you to leave.

- Why, what's going on?
- You're in danger.

What are you talking about?

Dad, Adam Saber is dead.

Can you hear me?

Yes, but you're not making any sense.

The body that I found...
that was Adam.

Whoever's with you now
is not Adam Saber.

Well, then, who is he?

I don't know who he...

Oh, my God.

Dad...

Da-Dad...

Dad, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Dad?

Dad...

Dad...

No!

Please pick up, please.

OK.

Latham Institute.

Virgil, I need you to run
upstairs and check on my dad. OK?

OK, I'll check on him.
Put you on hold.

Mr. Harding? Shit, shit.

Jesus Christ.

Doctor... Dr. Harding.

Cara, Cara.

- Cara, you...
- Virgil, where's my dad?

Something terrible's happened, Cara.

He's gone.

He's dead.

- What?
- I'm so sorry, I couldn't...

There was nothing I could do.

He's gone-_.

What?

I'm so sorry, Cara. I'm so sorry...

- Hello?
- Hi. Hi, sweetie.

It's Mommy.

Can you put your uncle on?

Mom wants to talk to you.

He's getting his car keys.

Why, were are you going?

Come on.

- Sammy, are you all right?
- Hey.

Sammy's coughing up a storm,
she has some rash on her back.

Her pediatrician's closed. They said
I should start heading to General.

Cara ?

Cara ?

You there?

A doctor can't help her.

Are you out of your mind,
Carrie, she needs to see a doctor.

Think about
what you heard on that video.

This man was so dangerous.
Please, you have to bring her up here.

No. You have to listen to yourself.

I'm not taking my niece
to a God damned witch doctor.

- I'm taking her to a hospital.
- Please listen to me, bring her here.

No.

- Where are we going?
- To the hospital...

- Steve-O. Wait.
- Stay the hell away from us.

Steve-O, you have no idea
what's going on here, Stevie.

Samantha Jane, come with me!

- Samantha Jane!
- Go, go, go! Up the stairs.

Come on, in the bathroom,
in the bathroom.

In the bathroom, go, go, go.

You're in great danger, buckaroo.

Hey, your freak show
just showed up in Dad's car.

Keep him away from her, OK?

Stephen, for once in your life,
will you listen to your father?

- Here.
- Hi, Mommy.

Hey, baby.

Hey, do whatever your
Uncle Stephen says, OK?

- OK.
- Everything's gonna be OK,

and I'm gonna stay on the phone
with you the whole time.

- I'm scared, Mommy.
- I know, I know.

The man from the soccer field...
he's here.

I know, honey. I know.

- Steve-O?
- He's coming up the stairs.

He's in the house.

Stephen?

Samantha Jane?

Stephen, this is your father.

This is no time to be
playing games, Stephen.

Shh.

Sammy?

Samantha Jane, honey.

You gotta come with your grandpa,
Samantha Jane.

Honey?

Please! Damn it, Stevie,
open the door!

We don't have much time!

There's a very bad man coming, Stevie!

Open the door!
I can't help you

if you don't open the door
to your father!

I don't care, man!
Get out of this house, now!

Stevie!

Stevie! Stevie!

' Sammy?

Samantha Jane.

Sammy.
Sammy, Stephen?

That was an accident, honey.

Listen to me. You gotta
come with me, Samantha Jane.

Sammy, tell him to put David
on the phone.

She wants to speak to David.

David?

David's not here, sweetie.

Sammy, put me...
put me on speakerphone.

Caroline?

Put David
on the fucking phone! Now!

Sammy? Sam...
Stephen? Stephen!

Mommy?

- He fell.
- Sammy?

Can you come here and get me?

Before he wakes up.

Uncle Stephen?

Are you OK?

Tell me where this witch doctor is.

We'll be fine.

- I'm scared.
- Come on. Don't be scared.

Buckle up.

Come on!

I hate coughing. It feels like
I want to throw up, Uncle Stephen.

We're gonna see your mom
real soon, OK? I promise.

Hey, hey!

- Mommy.
- Here I am, baby.

Here I am, it's OK.

Stephen. Oh, my God.
OK, come on.

Ow! Ow, Mommy!

Let me see.

OK. Drive, Stephen.
Drive straight ahead.

- How much further?
- It's just a couple more miles.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

I know. Just go straight.
We'll be there soon.

Jesus, I hope you know
what you're doing.

Just keep going straight!

- Watch out!
- Shit!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

- Who in the hell is that?
- It's all right, it's all right.

We're here, it's all right.

Just stay here.
Stay right here, Stephen.

Come on, honey. Come on.

- Ow!
- It's OK, you're all right.

- Mommy!
- I know, I know. It's OK.

Ah, fu...

Fu...

Oh, God.

Fuck. Shit.

Oh, come on.

Oh... Ah!

- Mom, I don't want...
- No, it's all right, baby.

It's OK.
Just show her your back.

- She's scary.
- No, no, show her your back.

- She's gonna help you.
- Mom...

I'm gonna be right here.
I'm gonna be right here, OK?

Lost your way, did you, child?

From God.

My daddy died.

Terrible thing to lose a loved one.

Worse thing to lose your faith.

I'm sorry, child.

Why?

Once the sheltering has begun,
he will find you.

No, no. No, you have to do something.

She's made her choice.

She didn't make a choice.
She didn't make a choice.

- She's a child.
- We're all God's children.

Please, please, please, help us.

- Help her. Help, help...
- She will not be alone.

- She will rest with the sheltered ones.
- No, no...

Mommy!

Stephen! Stephen!

Get in the car. It's OK.
Don't look. Don't look.

OK.

Stephen? Stephen?

Stephen.

Oh, Stephen. Oh, God. Oh, my God.

Keys, keys...

- Sammy.
- Mom!

Come on.

- Mommy!
- Sweetie...

OK. You OK? You OK?

All right, baby.

OK, come on. Come on.

It's OK, baby. You're OK.

Shh...

What is it?
Sammy. Sammy, what is it?

Oh, my God.

It's OK, baby. Get it out. Get it out.

Oh, my God. OK.

Mommy, I can't feel my fingers.

OK, baby, it's OK. You're all right.

It's gonna be all right...

[Unhahng]

Sammy!

Mommy?

You're bleeding, Mommy.

I hit my head.

It's OK... It's OK.

I'm really scared, Mommy.

It's OK. It's OK. Shh...

Shh. Come on, come here. Come here.
Come here. It's OK. It's OK.

It's OK. Shh. It's all right.

It's all right. It's OK.

_.

OK, OK, OK. OK, OK.

OK, OK...

OK. OK.

All right, all right. It's all right.

Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,

Bless the bed that I lay on,

Bless me as I lay me down to sleep,

I give myself to God to keep...

Five little angels round my bed,

One to the foot and one to the head...

One to sing and one to pray...

And one to take my sins away.

Amen.

Mommy...

Mommy...

It's OK.

Mommy!

Sammy?

Sammy? Breathe, baby. Breathe.

Breathe. Breathe.

Oh, God.

Sammy?