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I've lost my faith...

I've lost my faith...

Gets out of cab...

Walks to front brownstone...

Knocks on door...

Door opens...

Hands coat to housekeeper.

Notices sad mother in the parlor.

Boo hoo, boo hoo.

She says, "Help my daughter."

"Help my daughter."

Scary noises.

Scary noises.

Ave Maria...

Okay. Scary noises.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with thee.

Okay.

They boom up to meet me.

Scary banging noise.

Pause, pause.

Comes down hallway.

Okay.

Walks down hallway to--

oh, fuck, it's not right.

Wrong hallway.

Upstairs.

Opens bedroom door.

Aaaand...

"I cast thee out, Molech. Begone serpent!"

Fuck, you're good, bro.

Then...

she barfs,

she screams.

And I die.

The end.

Piece of cake.

Please...

help my daughter.

I...

am...

Molech!

- -

- - ...serpent begone.

Lord have mercy.

Serpent begone.

Christ have mercy.

Lord have mercy.

Begone, you serpent.

- - Serpent begone.

- Lord have mercy. -

Christ have mercy.

Begone, serpent.

- - Christ have mercy.

Lord have mercy.

Serpent, begone!

Serpent, begone.

-Hey, Tony.

-Hey! Lee.

Finally.

What took so long?

- Traffic. -Yeah?

- Yeah. -Traffic where?

-The street.

Look, Tony, I'm home, okay?

Hi. I'm-- I'm here. I'm alive, so...

-Yeah.

You're home.

Hi.

-Hi.

-Look at you.

Dude, that haircut. Tough, huh?

-Okay. Well, I'm gonna...

-Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

You know, you and I got some stuff we got to talk about.

St. Agatha's are going to change the decision.

It's no longer an expulsion. You're just suspended.

The amount of shit I had to eat to accomplish that...

-Tony, I literally just got here, so...

-My name's not Tony.

It's Dad.

Now, they sent you home to set some kind of example.

As long as your grades stay solid--

- Yeah, it sounds good. -Hey, can you give me a second?

-No, it sounds good.

If your grades stay solid,

they're gonna take you back next semester.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been...

40 years since my last confession.

I had a drinking problem,

and that became...

a drug problem.

And I ruined my life.

I ruined the lives of my family.

You see, Father, my wife got sick.

Sh-- she got really, really sick, you know,

and, uh...

I used that as an excuse.

I didn't have to address what I was doing because,

"Hey, my wife's got cancer, so fuck you."

Her being sick

gave me a reason to just disconnect...

There's a thing that's come up.

It's a job, and it's coming to me

off the back of somebody else's... tragedy.

But maybe work will be good for me, you know?

Give me a sense of purpose.

Make me stronger.

Maybe make my daughter proud of me.

The Georgetown Project.

What's that?

It's code.

Code for what?

You're going to do a remake of the...

Is it, um... is it for the priest?

Yeah, it's for the priest.

-

That's fucking hilarious.

-What?

-Well, you as a priest, it's just...

it's just interesting. You know, the mind reels.

What? Okay, whatever.

I mean, it's not like a big deal

if you don't book it anyways, right?

-Well, you know what? It actually is a big deal for me

if I book it.

-You having a hard time with your lines?

-No.

I don't know. Why's your memory so bad?

-I forget.

-Hm.

-Maybe my new meds, this fluoxetine, you know?

Sometimes with pharmaceuticals,

it takes a little time for you to balance out.

No big deal.

- "My faith is like a light in the dark.

It's getting harder to find."

I mean, pfft. It's yuck.

-Why don't you write something?

-I did.

- Mm-hm. -Yeah, I did. I wrote a play.

I sent it to you like,

I don't know, a year ago, I think.

-Well, a year ago, I would have been in, um...

In rehab?

You know, you-- you can say it.

Rehab. It's just, uh...

it's just reality.

-You know, I'm really sorry about that.

-Um...

do you want me to help you with your lines?

-No, I'm good.

-Tony...

Do you want me to help you with your lines?

-Lee, I said I'm fine.

-All right. Just give me the page.

Who am I reading?

-All right. Lynn Carlisle. The top of page, uh, 67.

-Sixty-seven. - Yeah.

Mmm... 67.

"Oh, for God's sake. What for, Father?"

"She's behaving in ways

"that certainly point to

"a kind of psychological breakdown.

"I understand your concern

"for your daughter, Miss Carlisle.

But I'm not the man to help you."

"Then who is?"

- "You couldn't possibly understand

"what you're asking for.

"Miss Carlisle, I'm not the man you need.

I'm not the man to face this monster."

All right, let's go to the next one.

Yeah?

What-- what do you mean by the next one?

There's only two scenes.

Uh, the-- the big speech?

The speech, yeah.

The one that starts "This darkness"?

Yeah.

Just whenever you're ready.

Uh...

Hey, you ready?

Whenever.

"This darkness.

"I've seen this darkness before.

"I've crawled through it.

"Miss Carlisle, it is a darkness

"that slips inside like a thief

"and takes everything we treasure.

It knows, it, uh..."

Shit. Fuck it.

Yeah. All right. Never mind.

Let's take a break.

Get rid of the script.

Right. Let's just talk.

- - Ah, fuck!

Let's, uh...

let's just chat. Just talk for a little while.

Huh, that's what they say when you're blowing it.

You think you're blowing it?

I don't know, man. I'm a little rusty, you know?

And I've been away from it for a little while.

- Mm-hm. - You know?

I had some personal issues.

Yeah, a little bit of a bad patch.

Hm. Go on.

Go on?

Yeah, bad patch.

Uh, you don't-- you don't watch the news?

Go on. Like what?

-Well, you know, I climbed inside of a bottle

for a couple of years.

And it took me just as long to climb back out, you know?

I mean, look.

You've been through it, right?

I mean, it's been a rough couple of years, I mean...

your wife...

She passed away a couple years ago, huh?

-Yeah, she did, man. She passed away.

I can't imagine.

And with a kid-- you have a kid, right?

I do. I have a daughter. Lee.

She's 16. - Tell me about her.

Are you guys, uh, how's she doing?

I mean, she must be... you guys getting along?

-Yeah... yeah.

-Hey! You were a fucking altar boy, weren't you?

I was. I was.

I did five years at St Aloysius when I was a kid.

Five years of no fucking weekends, you know?

What the fuck was that like?

-That was... everybody did it, you know. It was...

I mean, you know, I read that article

about what those priests did to you,

uh, you boys down there.

You still devout?

-No, I'm not.

Okay.

Let me ask you something, man.

I gotta make some decisions.

You know, maybe you can help me out.

What do you think?

You think you're right for this?

I don't turn up for shit I'm not right for, man.

That's... all I want to do is, I just want to be good.

And I think I can be...

Look, I'm really sorry for wasting your time.

Hold up a second, Anthony.

Do you...?

Do you, uh, do you remember Mass?

You know the words?

Mass?

Yeah.

-Fuck, man. Last time I heard that, I was a kid.

Give it a shot.

-Blessed are you, Lord God of all creation,

uh...

for through Your goodness,

we have received the bread we offer you:

fruit of the earth, work of human hands,

it will become for us the bread of life.

Whoo!

["Blank Generation" performed by Richard Hell and the Voidoids]

Hey, Lee.

Lee, can we get an ice bucket?

- Hi. - Oh, my god!

-So crazy. -When was that?

When was the last time I saw you?

-I'm the exec on your film. -No!

- Yes. -Oh, Joe? Joe.

Jen, she's the exec of the movie.

-Wow. - Joe.

-This is-- this is cool. -Your audition was great.

Really. - Thank you.

-Yeah, yeah. - Tony.

Tony. -Hey, Pete.

-Hey, pal. - How are you?

-Good, man. I want you to meet Father George Conor.

-Hello, Anthony. - Father Conor...

is going to be our consultant for all things...

-Arcane and/or Catholic. If that's not too redundant.

-My eyes are up here. - Oh, yes. Sorry.

I'm just, I'm gonna be wearing one of these soon. I just...

-You mean, this is what you're condemned to wear, I'm sorry.

You get used to it. -Yeah.

- You look... - I look beat up.

Thank you very much for helping us out.

Nice to meet you. - My pleasure.

-I'm just gonna go and see everybody, if that's okay.

- Yes, of course. -Okay. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Exciting? - Yeah. Oh.

Totally exciting. -That was unfortunate.

Do you want a drink?

It's fine, it's fine. Drink?

-Uh, yes, I think I will. -What will you have, Father?

-I-- just alcohol.

To my beautiful cast and crew,

and ancillary party guests,

um, to Georgetown.

To Georgetown.

- - Whooh.

I've never told anyone. I never wanted to be an actor.

Then I found a copy in a bargain bin.

Double Shift to Dirty Double.

And you played your twin,

and you dive in, and have that fight...

-On the top of the building.

-That, that, that, th--

-That was, I think I was getting fucking loaded

in my trailer when I did that shit.

-

-Like that night, I slept...

-You're not a hack.

-This is a psychological drama

wrapped in the skin of a horror movie, okay?

Because this guy, this guy right here,

this guy's not horror. - Thank you.

You don't make a... Hey, pal.

You don't make a-- you don't make a horror movie

with this guy. This guy...

This guy... this guy was pure testosterone-drunk Americana.

-You know, I knew the guy that died.

-No shit.

I'm so sorry. -Yeah, um... that's okay.

Thank you. Thank you. -Were you close?

-Not really.

Excuse me.

- It is not! -

-Um... I gotta go.

Shit, um...

I sort of just walked in.

I didn't mean to walk in on you. Um...

-Can you please just shut the door?

Okay.

-

You want some?

-Oh...

Thanks.

Uh...

Thank you. - Mm-hm.

-Yeah.

- You write this?

-Yeah...

Yeah, it's... it's stupid.

-

Whatever you say.

Well, okay, wait.

I know who you are.

Not to be weird. I don't know...

Um, you're a really good singer,

and I watch Vampire Sorority .

-Oh. I love my fans.

-Well, okay. Relax. -

- You were really good on it.

-You coming to set?

-Yeah. Tony's making me PA

because I got kicked out of school.

-For what?

-Being too cool.

-See you.

- -

-Wow.

-Yeah, right?

Not too bad.

Anthony.

Hi. -Hey.

-Welcome, welcome, welcome. We're gonna get you to wardrobe.

Come with me. Monica, first AD.

-I remember. - Well, just checking.

Okay. Lee...

Nice to have you on the team.

Ready? - Thanks. Yeah.

-

All right, I have Anthony for the wardrobe.

So what's with the sage?

-Have you forgotten what kind of movie we're making?

All kinds of messed-up shit happened

when they were making devil movies like The Omen

or The Exorcist, The Poltergeist.

As far as I'm concerned, we can't be too careful.

And the guy your dad replaced...

Yeah, I read about that. I mean, he was depressed.

It didn't have to do with the movie, right?

If you say so.

Lee, look.

Hey, baby doll.

Take a look at this. - Hey.

If you really want to freak out

one of your boyfriends,

just put that in your bed in the morning, right.

All right. Let's see her do her thing.

Oh, boy. Let's have a look.

Okay. Let's see her twist all the way around, man.

Yep, will do.

Possession, you know? All the way around.

- - Jesus!

- Whoa! - What is that?

Is it supposed to spark? - No.

- All the way around. - Okay, alright.

And the highlight of the tour...

The Cold Room.

So what did you do to get kicked out of school?

-Protest.

Dropped a can of red paint on my principal's Mercedes

from the school roof

because he fired my guidance counselor

for marrying her girlfriend.

-That's not a protest. That's destruction of property.

-Okay. Well, whatever.

It's weird.

-I told you.

-

-

Not too shabby.

-

Thank you.

-How's it feel?

-Oh, uh... unusual.

-

-It's not-- it's not a vision that--

that I would have thought I would see.

-Well, you look great.

-Ah, thanks.

How did this all start for you?

The priesthood?

-Yeah.

-Hmm. Um...

did you have heroes, growing up?

-Sure.

Sandy Koufax, Joe Namath, Burt Reynolds.

-Yeah, you too, huh?

-

-Well, my heroes, growing up, were priests.

I'll-- I'll leave you to-- to prepare.

-Thank you.

- -

-Miss Carlisle, I'm Father Arlington.

And cut!

- Cut. - All right.

Beautiful.

Let's move on.

Okay, people. We are moving on.

Let's go.

All right, you guys have to turn it around inside

for the second scene?

Great, man. It's fucking great.

- -

-What the fuck.

Oh, crap.

- -Oh.

Tony?

Okay. Here we go--

-

-Tony, Tony, Tony. Hey, look. You're fine.

- Oh, fuck. -You're okay, all right?

Yeah, you're all right.

-You fucking scared the shit on me.

I was...

-You were sleepwalking.

-

You scared me.

Fuck, I'm sorry.

-I'm just a bit stressed, I think, baby.

You know?

-Yeah, you've got a big day coming up.

Mm.

I do. - Yeah.

Again, make-up your last looks.

There we go. We are... rolling down.

On your marks.

Set...

Set... and... action.

-"It sees everything.

It sees the monster in me, David."

-"There is no monster in you.

Do you know how much you are loved

by your peers, your parish, by me?"

-"It knows you, too."

"It sees your sins and mine,

and sighs with my father's voice."

"I left him to die."

- Cut. - Cut.

-Fuck, come on.

Geez, I'm so sorry, man.

Hey, man, I-- I don't know.

Uh... what's going on?

Um, I don't quite understand,

uh, what-- what in-- what I'm not giving you.

Yeah, sure.

What-- what do you need from the line?

Just l-- let me know.

-I need, um, the meaning of the line, okay?

I'm after the core of the line.

I need the truth.

All right?

I need you to stop evading the truth.

That makes sense?

-I'm not-- -It's in there.

Okay? - Okay.

-Stop being over it.

All right, let's do it again.

All right, going again.

All right, let's roll it.

All right, everybody, reset.

Rolling.

A mark.

Stay in it.

Going again.

-Action.

"It knows you, too.

It sees your sins-- - Cut.

-And sighs with my father's-- - Cut.

Cut.

Um...

Tony. Come here a sec.

Okay, everybody,

let's go ahead and take ten, please.

That means everybody. Let's go. Now.

Take a break.

-I had a lot of pushback when I cast you.

You know that, right?

You know, because nobody thought you could be the hero again,

not after what they read about you.

But you looked me in the eye

and you told me you could be good.

And I fucking believed you, man.

Now we're all standing around

with our fuckin' dicks in our hands

because you're too afraid to do the heavy lifting.

All right? To connect. Okay?

To own the fact that you are this guy, okay?

You are being eaten alive by guilt.

You are the sack of shit who left a kid

and his cancer-ridden wife to shit on her own bed

while you went out, and you fucking drank,

and you blew rails, and you chased pussy

and Christ knows what else.

Tony, you are irredeemable.

You hear me?

Hey.

You hear me?

-Yeah. - Yeah.

You're him. Let's do it.

- -What the fuck!

Jesus fucking Christ. Monica!

What the fuck, man?!

Yo! You won't let them hang the goddamn light!

Hey, don't fucking tell me that.

This thing almost fucking killed me.

You need to take care of it.

Take care of it. Shut the fuck up!

Fuck you, Peter! I need an electrician. Now!

- -

Hey.

-Hey...

Sorry, I just came for your laundry hamper and...

I don't like that you heard that today.

- Heard what?

-

St. Michael. Saint, uh...

- Gabriel. - ...Gabriel.

St. Raphael.

Yeah.

All-- oh my God! All holy angels and archangels,

all holy... I mean, it just sounds so...

-What, archaic?

Patriarchal? Outdated?

-No, it just sounds silly.

That's why it's so hard to learn because it just sounds silly.

-Do you remember when I would do plays in school

and I couldn't remember the lines

and you always told me it's-- it's because I didn't know

what the line's actually about? -Yeah, you gotta know

what the line's about. -Right.

What's the line actually about?

-It's an exorcism.

So he has to believe in these words

with the whole of his being. Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay, exactly. You got it.

-St. Michael. St. Gabrielle. St. Raphael.

-Hey, are you okay?

-Yeah.

-Are you sure? -Yeah.

-Tony, are you sure? -I can do it. Yeah.

You go to bed.

-Okay.

-Hey.

-Get some rest, okay?

"All holy patriarchs and prophets, pray for us.

St. Bartholomew. St. Thomas. St. William.

Intercede for us. St. Bartholomew."

Tony?

- -Fuck.

Tony?

Tony?

- -

- - Oh!

Yeah, you are taking the new meds, right?

Okay, just make sure you call your doctor in the morning.

"Don't say that.

You're the only one who can help me."

-"I understand your concern for your daughter

but I am not the man for the job."

"Then who is?"

"I understand your concern for your daughter."

Jesus.

"But I am not the man for the job."

"Then who is?"

What the fuck is wrong with this guy?

Here we go.

Oh Christ, he looks like hell.

"I understand your concern."

I could apply more concealer.

With what? A spatula?

"Then who is?"

All right, just kill the sound.

I can't watch any more of this shit.

I need a drink.

This guy's a fucking drunk.

Sorry.

-I don't imagine it's easy being the child of a movie star.

- Yeah.

Movie star part's not bad.

It's the addict part that's... messy.

-Hm.

You've been through a lot...

We can't always save people, but we can forgive them.

So I'm told.

-What? So now you're a shrink too?

-What a terrible thing to say to anyone!

-

-Yes, actually, I am a shrink. -

-I got my degree in clinical psychology from Columbia.

-

-My mission here is to ease people's paranoia,

and not stoke it.

-So you don't believe any of it?

-Not 99 percent of it.

-Oh yeah, exactly.

What about you?

You believe this stuff? -

I don't know what I believe anymore.

What was your mom like?

She was, um, like a sister.

Like messy, but in like a fun way.

- -Um...

Nothing's felt like normal

since she's not in this world anymore.

Sometimes I wish that he had died instead of her.

Am I a horrible person?

-No.

Do you wanna-- do you want to come inside?

Okay.

- Okay? -Okay.

- Okay. -Yeah.

Okay.

-

Fuck! What the fuck?

Tony, what...?

What are you-- what are you doing in here?

Why were you in the dark?

-I don't know. - Well, look at your hand.

Why are you bleeding?

How long have you been like this for?

You're fucking covered in blood.

And you smell like a distillery.

What's wrong with you?

What? So you're blacking out again?

That's great.

What-- what is it this time? Is it coke?

-No, no, no. - Or something worse?

-I'm not on anything. I'm not taking anything.

It's something else. I just...

Well, if you took your medication, you know,

you probably wouldn't feel that way.

-

-No. This... I can't.

I can't. -Everything I ever did wrong,

I still see!

Everything.

I don't sleep.

I can't.

Because that's when I see her.

-Fuck. Look, okay, if you want to use

and if you want to fuck it all up again,

then that's fine, but I'm out, okay?

So, unless you get your shit together

and you take your fucking meds, then I'm not staying, okay?!

-Where are you gonna go?

You don't have a school.

You don't have a mother.

All you have is me.

-Sleep it off, asshole.

-Is that any way to talk to your dad?

- Get out.

Get out. Get the fuck out!

Get out, Tony! Get out!

-My name is not Tony.

These are for you.

-

That looks really bad.

-It's fine.

Let me help.

Let me see it.

-

-Tony, you need to see a doctor.

-It's okay, kiddo.

It's just... whoo...

It's just taking...

It's taking it out of me.

I don't even know what happened the other night.

What happened, the other night?

It's not your job to caretake for me.

So just, bunny, make it easy.

Just please go back to school.

Okay?

I'm your dad.

I'm telling you how it's gonna go.

Because I need you to be safe, okay?

Okay?

I'm sorry I'm not better than this.

Hey.

He's off his meds.

And he's erratic. And he-- he's--

he's sleepwalking when he's awake,

if that even makes any sense.

Yes, it-- it-- it makes a kind of sense.

Uh, I wonder...

I wonder if what you're describing

points to some kind of stuff...

that he's not dealt with

and maybe the movie is dredging something up.

-When you say stuff, do you-- what, like trauma?

-Uh...

Maybe.

-My mom always said, I don't know,

some messed up stuff

happened to him when he was a kid.

But I mean, Tony has never spoken to me about any of that.

So I...

Father, what do I do?

-Well, you're his daughter, not a shrink.

I'll talk to him.

If you want to help...

pray.

-He was praying that night in the lobby.

Or...

muttering.

He doesn't pray, ever.

-Well, what was he saying?

[Anthony muttering in Latin through phone recording]

-Why is he speaking Latin?

What would you-- do you know what he's saying?

-Uh-- uh-- eh...

It's-- it's-- it's broken, but...

along the lines of, um,

"Make way for the demon Molech,

prepare for his arrival,

sacrifice your children."

Molech is the demon from the movie he's making.

Look, in my opinion,

this role is affecting him too deeply.

He's, I think-- maybe he's-- he's been too,

too, too method about it.

Let me talk to him.

Girls, if I had a nickel for every lookie-loo

who showed up at the parish over the years

telling me they suddenly could speak Latin

and make a bed float,

I'd be on a beach somewhere.

I know whereof I speak. So trust me. All right?

You...

- - All right.

All right, let's film.

Rolling.

Quiet.

Action.

-"Lord have mercy."

"Fuck you, priest!"

-"Christ have mercy.

The Holy Spirit..."

"Fuck you!"

-"...have mercy on us."

- - Goddamit.

Cut. Cut, just...

Cut!

- Back to one. -

- Here we go. - One more time.

-Are you okay? -No, I don't feel so good.

Rolling.

- No? What's wrong?

Come on, guys. Set.

- Now play. - That's smart.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

- You good? - I'm fine. I'm fine.

Right away. Come on, you got it.

You got it!

Camera's up.

Action.

"Lord have mercy.

Chri--" - Back to one.

All right, we gotta reset.

Back to one. -Come on.

All right, going again.

Rolling. Rolling.

- - Action! Action!

- "Fuck you!" -

"Cocksucker. Fuck you.

You can't do anything."

- Cut, cut, cut, cut. - Cut.

That's a cut. - Jesus Christ!

It's okay, it's okay.

-Just say the words.

Just say the fucking words. -I'm trying to.

-Show me that that priest fucked a little sense into you

back when you were 12 years old.

Back to one!

- Here we go. - All right.

We gotta reset. Back to one. - Rolling. Rolling.

- Let's go again. - A-camera roll.

- Rolling. Rolling. -

Action!

Help...

-Tony?

Not exactly.

We have to recast. There's no choice.

They want the best movie they can possibly have.

-How is he?

-How is...? He's... - Yeah.

-I... he's not great.

He can't do the movie.

-

I don't know what you want me to say, man.

-I want you to say, "Okay."

Joe, you got the chops.

Pal...

you can do this.

You'll be saving the fucking movie.

-Okay.

- Okay. All right. All right.

"Christ have mercy...

God our Father in heaven...

God the Father...

In heaven, God the Father...

God the Father.

Lord have mercy.

Christ have mercy..."

"Lord have mercy.

Christ have mercy."

Yeah. Yeah.

"Charlie,

there's no monster in you.

It knows you too.

I left him to die.

Yes.

Yes, I did..."

-

-"All gone, even our senses."

"So that we enter this final passage

naked in our human--"

-Hey...

Okay.

Open up.

And one more.

-

-What is it?

-

They shut the movie down.

-What?

-It's Joe.

What did he say?

-They found him...

in pieces.

-What? -Joe is dead.

- -

- -

-

-It's okay.

-

I don't want to leave you. -I'm fine.

- -

- - Tony?

-

-Tony?

Go get help!

Tony.

Hey, what's wrong? Hey, are you okay?

-

She's never gonna eat your pussy like I will.

- - Ah!

-Kiss her.

-

-Kiss her, you fucking dyke!

- Come on! Come on! - Go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go!

- -

-

-Wait.

Hey.

Wait!

Tony.

Stop!

Tony, no! Stop!

Tony!

No! No!

No!

The body is the vessel for the soul

and as such is capable of miraculous things.

But when consumed by darkness,

that scale tips the other way.

And then some.

-Can he be saved...

Father?

-Yes.

I know it.

-

-Lee?

-I know where he is.

I can feel it.

He's still here.

Our Father, Who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name;

Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread;

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us;

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

I know you're afraid.

I am too.

You are children of God.

Made in His image.

Just as you are.

Have faith.

He will protect His children.

All right?

[suspenseful, ominous music playing]

- -

Blake?

Blake?

Wake up.

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

Blake?

- -

- "Be m-merciful.

Spare us, O Lord. Be merciful.

G-- graciously h-hear us."

"Deliver us, O Lord."

How many times have I heard this?

You don't even believe in the one you pray to.

-Yes, I--

I bel--

-He can't hear you.

-I-- -He's gone.

-I believe. -All of this pain.

-I believe. -All the torment...

-I believe.

-...means nothing to Him. -Well, then leave!

-Soon.

-Leave him!

-I need him.

-

-Don't be afraid.

-You're killing him. -Lee...

He's been dead for years. -No, no, no! That's a lie!

- -

You move me so.

Such passion for a man who could never decide

if he even wanted you at all.

How he begged your mother

to rid her body of you. -Our Father, Who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name; - How close you came

to being a mass of tissue in a silver wastebin?

-Shut the fuck up! -He's not worth saving.

And you know it. - You don't know!

-He's worthless! -Shut up! I can't hear you!

Shut up! -How could a faithless slut

like you save him anyway? -What the fuck do you want?!

-For Daddy to watch the light drain out of you completely.

-You are not my...

father.

- -

Tony, I know you're in there.

Tony, I know you're in there!

-When it happens...

run.

Let him go.

Take me.

I accept the sins visited upon him.

And I will not resist you.

Here I am.

Here I am!

-

-Here I am.

Dad, please. I'm sorry.

It wasn't your fault. It's not your fault, Dad.

Dad! Dad.

- -

I forgive you.

Daddy. Dad!

Get him.

-Oh Lord, have mercy.

-Sweet Anthony. Already in position.

Christ have mercy.

-Your God rejects you!

[suspenseful, sinister music playing]

-God the Father in heaven,

God the Son, Redeemer of the world,

God the Holy Spirit.

- - Have mercy on us.

Holy Mother of God,

Holy Virgin of Virgins,

-

Holy Mary, pray for us.

St. Michael, pray for us. - Pray for us.

St. John the Baptist.

-

-St. Joseph.

- Pray for us. - St. John.

Pray for us.

-St. Ambrose.

- Pray for us. - St. Peter.

- Pray for us. - St. Paul.

- St. Theresa. - Pray for us.

-St. Matthew. - Pray for us.

-St. Mark. - Pray for us.

-St. Luke. - Pray for us.

-St. Augustine. - Pray for us.

All holy orders of the blessed spirit.

-Pray for us.

-All holy disciples of the Lord.

All holy angels and archangels. - Pray for us.

-All holy angels and archangels. - Pray for us.

-All holy angels and archangels. - Pray for us.

-All holy angels and archangels. - Pray for us.

-All holy angels and archangels. - Pray for us.

-All holy angels and archangels. - Pray for us.

-All holy angels and archangels. - Pray for us.

-All holy angels and archangels. - Pray for us.

-Intercede for us!

Intercede for us!

Intercede for us!

Intercede for us!

Intercede for us!

Intercede for us!

Intercede for us!

Intercede for us!

Intercede!

-

Quieeeeet--!

You cannot be saved, immoral one!

Not by her. Not by God!

You are, and you have always been in a deep...

- -Serpent! Be gone!

-

-I love you.

I need you to know that.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been, uh, one day since my last confession.

My daughter and I are...

we're the best we've been in a long time.

But I'm still not sure what it means.

Forgiveness.

It doesn't change what happened to me.

It doesn't take back the things I've done.

It doesn't justify the pain I've caused.

How do I take solace in that?

I pray the second chance leads to better days ahead.

For both of us.

I know I can't rush that,

or demand it.

I know I've just gotta be patient.

But for now,

it feels like Grace.

Yeah.

It does. It feels like Grace.