All language subtitles for Curse Of The Sin Eater 2024.eng

May you, Christ,
who is crucified...

- ...and forgiveness.
- Mom?

The Father, Son,
and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

What are you doin'?

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

...Holy Spirit.

May you, Christ,
who is crucified...

...give me peace...

...and forgiveness.

Mom?

I'm sorry!

Excuse me, sir.

My missing labor guy.

Decided to show up after all?

Yeah, I'm, I'm sorry.
I, I got s--

I already got somebody
to take your place.

Have a nice day.

No, come on. Please, sir.

Please. I, I need this job.

-Hey, supe. Supe.
-I can't do it.

Look, I don't think we're gonna
make our daylight without him.

I'll do anything.
I, I'll keep the site spotless.

-You're not late again.
-No, no. Never.

Never ever. 100%.

Get to work.

Thank you, sir.

Excuse me, ma'am.

You have a first aid kit?

-Cut myself.
-No.

You got nothing in--
inside I can use?

Look, look, ma'am.

I, uh...

If I don't clean this thing,
it's, it's gonna get infected,

and I, I'd really love
to get back to work for you.

I, I won't tell
the other guys either.

Make it fast.

Service restaurant's
under repair,

so consider this treat
part of your benefits package.

Thank you.

Yes?

You can show yourself out,
I trust?

Hello.

Who are you?

Uh... I'm Rick.

Hungry, huh?

Uh...

What are you doing in here?

-Uh, I'm sorry.
-Fired. You're fired.

And you will stay here
while I call the police.

No, ma'am. Please, look.
I, I, I made a mistake, okay?

Please don't call the police.
Just, just dock my pay
or something.

I will make sure
no one ever hires you again.

-No, ma'am. Please, just--
-Stop.

Sit down.

Single 20?
Why not take the whole stack?

Um...

I got robbed on the way to work
this morning,

so, um, I just needed enough
to make it back home.

I was gonna pay you back
when I got paid
at the end of the week.

I'm not gonna fire you.

Take it.

Call it an advance.

What? Seriously?

We're done here.

Thank you, sir.

- Jer.
- What's up?

What would you do
if you had all that money?

Not move to fuckin' Glencoe.

That's for sure.

Just a bunch of old people.

Now, right now,
my life is the shit,
so I am not worried about that.

This apartment is
the, the shit to you?

Yes, Rick. Think about it.

I can do whatever the fuck
I wanna do now.

Drink, smoke, party, whatever.

Aren't you renting this place?

-Yeah. Yeah.
I'm, I'm renting it.
-Yeah.

-Yeah.
-I'm actually glad
you brought that up.

Are you able to put on
for this month or no?

You know what?

Why don't you tell me
what does Rick Malone do...

-Yeah.
-Wakes up billionaire.

What's the first thing
you're doing?

Besides getting the fuck
out of my apartment.

Well, I would live
in Lincoln Park.

Mm-hm.

I would dine at restaurants
that they charge $500 a meal.

And I'd give Tanya
the greatest night ever.

-Yeah, okay.
-You know, the people
that go there,

they're, they're living the best
versions of their lives.

They're, they're drinking
bottles of shit

that, that you and me
have never even heard of.

-Oh, really?
-Yeah, I mean,
they figured it out.

They've, they've
conquered this shit.

-They know what they're doing.
-Unlimited money. Unlimited.

And the first thing you do
is get dinner
and a fucking drink?

I mean, it seems like a low bar.

No, that's, that's not
a low bar at all.

That's how you know
you made it.

Really?

-Dude, like--
-Then do it.

Do it, Rick.
I mean, seriously.

Like, I, I would love
to see that.

But the problem is, you got
no fuckin' follow through.

That's why you and Tanya
didn't work out.

You gotta stop starting shit
you can't finish.

Hey, Rick.

What, dude?

What do you think
this is gonna be anyway?

-Like, when we're done.
-Uh, I don't know.

I heard something about
a, uh, shed, something.

A shed? Come on.
The guy's a billionaire.

You know, I was thinkin'
like a life-size dollhouse.

Like, what, for kids?

You'd be surprised.

Rich people
are into some weird shit.

Mr. Malone.

Yeah.

Mr. Drayton would like a word.

Son of a bitch.

What was your name again,
young man?

Uh, Rick Malone, sir.

Richard Malone, huh?

Uh, just Rick is fine, sir.

Mm. A name with promise.

Especially in this town.

Who knows where you'd be in life
with a bad name and all.

I don't know
if it's obvious, but...

...I don't have much time left.

Sorry to hear that.

When I'm gone, all this...

...gets passed on to no one.

No children, no grandchildren.

One regret
in a lifetime filled with many.

You a religious man?

Used to be.

I lost it too.

But as my curtain draws
to a close,

I find religion
a refreshing comfort.

The history, the rules.

The loopholes.

Anyway...

...let us get down to it.

If you will eat a meal
off my dead body,
I'll give you everything.

This house, my money,
my investments,

my life's work,
it will all be yours.

Um...

Are, are, are you joking?

Not in the slightest.

Uh...

Uh, no offense,
um, but, no, I, I,

I can't do anything like that.

I won't, I won't do
anything like that.

Why not?

With one meal,
you'll have everything.

You'll never have to worry
about a damn thing ever again,

especially not something
so trivial as bus fare.

I know what you're thinking.

Crazy rich guy that's
just tryin' to get one last jab

at the have-nots
before he kicks it.

But, uh...

...this is a genuine offer.

But why me?

'Cause I've never given
to someone in need.

Which you seem to be.

And you seem like someone
who has the constitution

to deal with the stresses

that come with massive wealth.

Just one meal?

Sorry. Hi.

Tanya.

Rick. Hey.

I, I didn't think
that you were gonna be here.

I, I didn't think I was gonna
be here either.

So, what the fuck
have you been up to?

Livin' the fuckin' dream.

Yeah, me too, actually.

-All right.
-Yeah.

Uh...

I meant to tell you
this earlier, but I, uh--

Hey, you know,
I always appreciate
having Rick around, you know?

He's always good
for a laugh, right?

You know, I,
I got him this job in Glencoe.

Did you tell her about that?

-No, I didn't get a chance to.
-Why not?

Yeah, it's great.
And he's been staying here.

You know, I've been
taking good care of him.

Yeah, well, you two
always were inseparable.

Did you, uh, grab a drink?
Let me get you something.

No, but I think
you owe me a drink, don't you?

-I mean, it's, it's--
-No, he's actually
broke as fuck, so...

Who do you think
got all the bottles? Come on.
I got all types of stuff.

Having fun?

Jeremy sure does know
how to entertain.

-Mm.
-It's always good for a laugh.

Yeah. He came back different,
didn't he?

He thinks he's a hero,
serving the greater good.

So why are you here, Rick?

Did you miss the, the party

that's happening
in the middle of my bedroom?

Cute.

I mean, I never really took you

for the guy
that was gonna stick around.

It's like... after the thing
with your mom...

And I, I don't mean
to dredge up old shit.

It's just...

-Jeremy?
-Bro, whoa! Relax! Relax!

This is not...

Are you kidding me, bro?

Relax! Relax!

-Bro, chill!
-Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Bro. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Chill!

- Bro, get the fuck off of me, Rick!
- -Whoa!

- Hey!
- -Are you kidding me right now?

After everything I've done
for you, are you serious, Rick?

Get up!

If you got a problem,
you can get the fuck out!

Oh, wait, you can't,
'cause you're sleepin'
on my fuckin' floor!

What, I don't do enough for you?
Get the fuck out of here, dude!

Are you serious?
You ungrateful piece of shit!

Look, I, I'll do anything.

I'll do a day.

I don't, I don't care.

Look, please.
I'm, I'm struggling.

Please. Not, not even
a couple of hours?

Just, uh, just keep me in mind,
will you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I get it. I get it.

Come on, please.

Look, I, I wouldn't be asking
if I...

Any takers?

No, nothing.

Fuck, dude.

It's almost the first
of the month.

Didn't you say you had
something big coming in?

Yeah, I, I thought I did.

Well, I mean, you could...

...uh, help me
move some product.

I'm not gonna give you a big cut
or nothin', you know.

It's my money, but something.

Yeah.

I don't know, Jer.

It's a living, dude.

Yeah, I know.

So...

Is that for you?

No.

Who the fuck are you?

Here for Richard Malone.

Yo, Rick.

You know this guy?

Mr. Malone?

Uh... Rick.

Your presence is requested
this evening, sir.

This is the attire.

I'll be waiting for you
by the car, sir.

"Sir"?

The fuck was that?

So, how did Drayton die?

Can't say.

Enjoy the ride, Mr. Malone.

Mr. Malone.

Welcome.

So, when did Drayton pass?

This morning. Please review
the contract thoroughly

as it is legally binding.

In short, what it says
is that in exchange

for eating a meal
off Drayton's corpse,

you become heir
to Drayton's fortune.

But you must consume
every part of the meal.

No crumb can be left.

You'll notice a non-disclosure
agreement is included.

It is important
that no one beyond us
and the employees of the estate

have any knowledge
of this transaction.

These events
must be kept secret.

If you choose
to violate that clause,
you will lose everything.

Do you understand?

I don't know if I can do this.

Drayton drafted the language
of the contract himself
in your name before he died.

It can't be amended.

-What do you mean?
-If not you,

the estate
would simply liquidate.

I must reiterate that
if you do not eat the meal,
you get nothing.

Consider... if you could just

find the stomach for it...

...everything would be yours.

All the cars in the garage.

The black card.

Unlimited funds.

You wanted to buy
an island after this,
you wouldn't be declined.

Or you could go back
to your old life.

Okay.

Every last crumb.

Drayton requested
you say this aloud.

It is necessary to end the meal.

You must recite it
for the contract to be binding.

"For your peace...

...I take on all sins you carry
and I pawn my own soul."

God damn.

1787.

Hey!

Whoa.

Apologies.

Mr. Malone...

...you're up
earlier than expected,

especially after such an ordeal.

I'm sure you're eager
to explore the grounds in full.

Serving staff is under
explicit instructions
never to make eye contact.

I assure you
it won't happen again.

It's fine.

It must not have sunk in yet.

What?

This.

All of this. It's yours.

You could fire
the whole lot of them

and start afresh
if you so desired.

Do you want to?

Uh...

...uh, no.

And what is it you want to do?

Um...

-I don't know.
-Hm.

Might I suggest we start

by outfitting your new home
to suit your personal style?

Starting with
the bedroom, perhaps?

Yeah, sure.

Um...

Look, this has
just all been kind of--

Overwhelming. I understand.

I'll sort out the details.

And do you think, at,
at some point, I could pick up
the rest of my stuff?

Oh, I'm sure
we could have it couriered
over to you without issue.

Oh, uh, no.
I, I mean, I-- Couldn't I
just take one of the cars?

You'll learn quickly that
the rich don't drive themselves.

Unless it's for entertainment.

That reminds me.

This is yours.

No limit.

Why not take it out
for a spend?

Help you find something
you want to do.

You could buy a lot
of somethings with that.

Jesus Christ, dude.

- You know
I could have shot you, right?

I don't mean to, uh,
intrude on your me time.

So, you gonna tell me
what all that
James Bond shit was about?

Remember the gig
I told you about?

-Came through.
-Yeah, no shit,
the gig came through.

What are you, like,
a high-end call girl?

They set me up
in a, a small place

for the time bein', and, um...

Look, man, um...

...I appreciate you letting me,

-you know, crash and everything.
-Yeah.

-Yeah, whatever.
-I, uh...

I'm just-- I'm trying to--

Like, trying?

Looks like you're doin'
a lot more than trying.

Keep it.

I'll be fine.

So you wanna chill?

Grab a drink?
I mean, we could, uh...

I can't, dude. I can't.

That's fine. You know?

Yeah, that's fine, 'cause,
um, I'm sure you got a lot
of adjusting to do still, so...

Yeah. Take care, man.

Be safe.

Rick?

What the fuck is this?

Please tell me you, like,
won the lotto or something.

Yeah. Uh...

No, it's...

...it's actually better.

Come on.

Be straight with me.

This isn't some, like,

you and Jeremy bullshit, is it?

No. It's, it's legit.

Tanya, I'm...

...I'm back to bein' the Rick
that you used to know.

I'm even better now.

No, it's...

You sure you're all good?

Yeah.

I'm, I'm great.

In fact, what do you say,

you and me go get drinks,
just like old times?

-On me.
-Um...

Come on.

I, I can't.

Look, I, I gotta go.

Jeremy's waiting on me.

Hey. How's it goin'?

Could I just get,
like, a bottle of somethin'?

Uh, we've got
a great wine selection.

Um, I was,
I was actually thinkin'
about some whiskey.

What are you in the mood for?

You have, have anything
that's, that's... not for sale?

Well, I have
a bottle of Macallan 64,
if you're in a Scottish mood.

And I have a Yamazaki 55,
if you feel like visiting Japan.

How much?

If you have to ask.

Hey, pal.

I know what you'll love.

Uh, sure.

Always, always up
for a, a recommendation.

I'll take, um...

I'll take two
of those Macallans.

One for me
and then one for the gentleman.

You're serious?

Yes, sir.

I'll be right back.

Why did you do this to me?

Anton!

-Did you drug me?
-I beg your pardon?

The food I had. The, the food
that I ate, was it drugged?

-Not in the least.
-I saw this woman. This,

this soaking wet dead woman,
and, and, and she took me--

Calm down.

Something changed.

What's happening to me?

I don't think
I understand your meaning.

What was that thing I had to
read at the end of the meal?

Something Drayton found.

Where is it?

"For your peace,
I take on all sins you carry

and I pawn my own soul."

Is that what I did?

Is that even possible?

After Drayton knew he was dying,

he became consumed with
unorthodox religious customs.

His conscience
was a burden to him,

and he was looking
for a way to escape
what he believed to be his fate.

What fate?

Hell.

No sins, no hell.

It's quite a superstition.

He rarely put that down.

"In England and Wales,
in the 1700s and 1800s,

when someone
in the village died,

the family would hire a peasant,

typically someone,
typically someone in need,

to eat a meal
off the deceased's corpse.

In doing this,
they would take on the sins
of that person and ca--

and carry them until they died."

Is that what I did?

Am...

...am I a sin eater?

That is the ritual
Drayton had you do.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

I actually ate his sins?

What, what does that even mean?

What Drayton may
or may not have believed
does not change a simple truth.

You inherited this, all of this,

for a price.

Extreme wealth carries a burden.

- This is the one
you signed up for.

No.

No, no, no. I gotta fix this.

I gotta fix this.

You, you don't understand.

She, she tried to kill me!

Mr. Malone.

I need you to take me somewhere.

I don't think that's wise.

Come on, man. I, I--

I know this is overwhelming,
but we must remain levelheaded.

Now, let's go back inside

and work this out together.

What happened?

Father, I, I think I sinned.

I don't know.
I, I need you to help me.

So you're seeking absolution?

Yeah. I guess.

When's the last time
you visited your mother?

-It's not about that.
Please-- Look. Please.
-Hey. Hey.

-It wasn't your fault.
She was very sick.
-Father, I know that. Father.

-You couldn't have known
what she would've done...
-Father, please. This is not...

-about her, Father.
-...with that gun.

This is not about my mom.

Can you just
take my confession or no?

Okay, Rick.

Okay.

The Father, the Son,
Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Do you remember
how long it's been
since your last confession?

No.

And what sins
have you come to confess?

Uh...

Hey, it's okay. Take your time.

No, it's, it's not that.

It's, it's not that I,
I don't know what to say.

It's that I don't even know
what they are, Father.

-H-- how do you mean?
-I--

Look, can't, can't you,
can't you just give me

some type of general absolution
like you were saying?

- Please.
- Rick, you...

You can't buy your way out.

Confession is about
askin' to be forgiven

for something wrong
that you did knowingly.

I can't forgive you
for something

if you won't admit to
what you did in the first place.

I gotta go.

I gotta go.

Rick!

It's good to see you, Father.

Anton!

Hello?

Anton!

Anyone seen Anton?

Come on, I just need some help.
You guys gotta know
everything about this house.

You know anything?
You know anything about,
about Drayton hurting somebody?

A woman? A red-haired woman?

You know anything?
You know anything about that?

Anything at all?

I'm sure there's work elsewhere.

Out of everyone here,
you gotta know something
about what happened.

What is it exactly
you'd like to know?

Everything. Everything.
I wanna know everything.

I wanna know who that
woman is, and I wanna know,

I wanna know
what Drayton did to her.

You like this job?

It's my life.

Sure. Right.

Well, I'd suggest,
if you wanna keep this job,

you should tell me
everything I wanna know.

Coroner's report. Photos.

Interviews taken
by the Chicago police.

And... Drayton's
recorded statement.

I'll leave you to it.

I already told you .
She's everything to me.

Mr. Drayton, we know the truth,
and you know it too.

Your wife was having an affair.

- No, no.
- George. George.

Can I call you George?
Look, I get it.

Hell, I'd be angry too
if my wife was having an affair.

We, we all lose
our temper sometimes.

You think I could do that?

You said you were angry.

And these photos
definitely look like someone
who's very, very angry, George.

God, no. I--

George, we know it was you.

Do the right thing.
Just be a man.

Susan, I can't--

- Oh, Jesus, help me.
- -Look at them, George.

You wrapped your hands
around her neck

- and you squeezed until her throat cracked.
- -No!

She couldn't breathe.

Oh, Susan!
It wasn't her. Not Susan.

Look, this will all be over.
Just admit it.

- Just admit.
That's all it takes.
- I didn't. I--

Just admit it, you sick fuck!

No, I didn't do it!

I'm not talkin' to you!
I need a lawyer or somethin'!

I didn't-- I need a law--
Get me a lawyer!

I didn't do it!

And then he...

...he...

I grabbed on to her neck.

I choked her...

...until I heard
her, her neck crack.

And I dumped her body
in the lake.

Rick.

I mean...

...what did this woman
ever do to you

that you'd commit
such a... unspeakable act?

I don't know, Father.

I don't know.

All I know is that I'm sorry.

And I'd do anything
to take it back.

Please. Please, Father.

Please, Father. Please.

God...

...the Father of mercies,

through the death
and resurrection of His Son,

has reconciled the world
to Himself...

...and has sent
the Holy Spirit among us

for the forgiveness of sinners.

Through the ministry
of the Church...

...may God give you
pardon and peace.

And I absolve you
from your sins.

- In the name
of the Father,

and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit.

Go forth... and sin no more.

Father.

Thank you.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you. Thank you. Seriously.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, Father.

-Hey.
-Rick.

Hey.

Uh, i-- is this a good time?

It's a great time.
I was just thinkin' about you.

Have you talked
to Jeremy lately?

Jeremy?

Um, he's,

he's acting
really paranoid lately.

Something feels off,
but he won't talk to me.

Maybe he'll listen to you.
I think he might be in trouble.

Rick, please.
He needs you right now.

I do too. And you might not
wanna see him or me.

I, I should have
been there for you,
and I wasn't.

I don't know.

Just, just swing by. And

remember, you promised me
a drink?

All right.

We'll talk.

Rick, wait--

Anton!

Anton!

You were calling for me.

I apologize. I--

Amassing a real estate empire
such as this from scratch

is not impossible,
but highly improbable
from someone of his background.

Drayton was not born
to any real means.

And?

Drayton himself
was a sin eater.

Well...

-What?
-It's how he made the money
to get started.

People who are desperate enough
to employ a sin eater

have usually themselves done
terrible, unthinkable things.

So you're sayin'
I could, I could be...

...carrying around even more...

...what, murders, rapes...

...who knows what other
fucked up shit now?

It is as if you had
done them yourself.

Whatever is left over,
call them what you will,

be it ghosts or energies
of the victims,

they will not let
their murderers or rapists rest.

They'll torment you
as long as you carry the burden.

And it is quite a burden.

Drayton became overwrought...

...afraid, reclusive
as the years dragged on.

He saw the same things you did.

And it caught up with him.

The sins killed Drayton?

No.

He took his own life.

I imagine he knew
he could do that with impunity,

knowing you would take the sin
of suicide off his plate.

So what am I supposed to do?

How, how can I get rid
of the sins that,

that I don't even know
anything about?

It's impossible.

You must do what Drayton did,

what every sin eater
before him has done,

and learn to live with it.

No.

I can't.

The rules are very specific.

In order to get rid of the sins,

you must die
and pass them along.

So, you could do that

or you could die
with the sins on your head...

...likely be tortured
for all eternity.

My advice, as a friend...

...enjoy the wealth.

Live and spend
as much as you can.

And in the meantime...

...maybe these will help.

Anything you need,

anything that could
help with the pain,
I can find.

No. No.

You can't help me.

Father? Father Eli?

Father Eli, come on.

She's all shut
for the night, kid.

No. No, please. Please.

You're the only person I got.

Rick.

Please.

Please let me in. Please.

-Go home, kid.
-Please, come on.

Sleep it off.

Come on, Father.
Please! Please!

I knew you never cared about me!

I knew it!

You never fucking cared!

No!

Rick?

- Is that you?
- Mom?

Mom?

Mom.

I'm here.

Mom?

I'm right here.

My boy.

Can you hear me now, Mr. Malone?

Come on back to us
if you please.

Did I...

...did I die?

For the briefest
of moments, yes.

You did flatline.

But we pulled you through.

Thank you, Dr. Kildare,

for your help
and your continued discretion.

As always.

Happy to be of service.

Call any time.

For anything.

You said the, the only way
to get rid of the sins is...

...to die.

Pass them along, right?

Essentially, yes.

I wanna try something.

I've never been one
to trust a loophole.

They tend to leave you
broken-hearted.

But... this, this could work.

I'm sure Drayton
never thought of it.

So you'll help me?

Of course.

I follow and serve the wealth
of the estate wherever it goes,

and no matter
whom it belongs to.

It's all I have.

And the thought
of giving it up...

But this is about you.

Are you sure
you're willing
to let all this go?

Absolutely.

- Do you have someone in mind
you'd like to give it to?

No. Shit.

Would you take it?

You could stop serving,
and you could f-- finally have
some, some... control.

I'm afraid my contract
doesn't allow for it.

So, that's it, then?

It just comes down to me?

Or someone like me?

I can't do it.

Your former roommate
and co-worker

was an odd choice
to keep in company
as long as you did.

Jeremy?

No.

No, I, I've known him
my whole life.

And whatever big,
big game he talks, it's...

-No, he, he can't.
-What I mean to say is

someone so desperate to believe
in his own lies about himself

that he would resort
to theft and violence...

Not him.

A former soldier
could carry the burden.

Trust me...

...he can't.

He can't.

- Hey.
- Thank God.
Where the fuck have you been?

I'm in serious shit, man.
Like, I fucked up
with these guys.

They're gonna
hurt me, man. They...
I need some cash, okay?

Just-- Can you please
help me? Please!

-You know I'm good for it.
-Jer, man, I don't know.

Please, Rick!
I need your fucking help, man!
I'm, I'm scared, man.

These, these guys
scare the shit out of me, man!

Please, I'll pay you back
in a week. I promise.

- Okay, okay.
-Jesus Christ.

You're a fuckin' savior.

How much do you need?

Everything all right, sir?

Drive fast.

Mr.
Malone, would you like me to accompany you?

Just guard the door.

Hey, Jeremy?

Jeremy?

Help.

Okay.

Help.

Help.

Help.

- Hey. It's okay.
- Help.

Help!

No, no.

It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

No, no.

- Please, please.
- Sir!

We can't be here.

This will all be taken care of.

Just make it stop.
I just want it to stop.

Then you know
what needs to be done.

Please sit.

Tanya's dead.

I tried.
I, I begged them for extra time.

And they said fine.
So I called you.

They fucking broke into my house
and they shot her.

Shouldn't,
shouldn't have happened.

If I was there, it wouldn't
have fucking happened.

I should have been there.
I, I should have did something.

That is a terrible burden
to carry.

I, I just don't know
what I'm gonna do.

So...

...so I'm done.

I'm, I'm done.

I'm not going back.

I was thinking maybe
you could give me a job,
you know.

I can, I can help you
with whatever. Anything.

Please.

Mr. Malone
would like to make you an offer.

Yeah. Yeah, anything, brother.

You...

-Please.
-He would like you
to be his sin eater.

You eat a meal
off his dead body,

every last crumb,
and he will give you everything.

What?

The house, the cars,
the money. All of it.

Are you dying or some shit?

No.

Mr. Malone finds that
this life does not suit him.

Someone with your background,
a man of the military,

is perhaps a better fit
for the stresses of wealth.

Oh.

Everything?

It's going to work.

It's the best option we have.

The most I can allow
is four minutes.

That will be pushing it.

But it should
give your friend enough time
to finish eating the meal.

Jesus Christ.

This ritual must be kept secret.

If you choose
to violate this clause,
you will lose everything.

I understand.

Are you ready?

Help, help. Help.

Help.

Help.

Rick?

Mom?

I'm right here.

Rick.

Rick.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Mom, I'm sorry!

Mom, I'm sorry!

Mom?

I'm sorry!

I'm here.

My boy.

Did I die?

He finished the meal
in its entirety.

And the prayer.

He's already begun
giving orders.

It's as if he was born to it.

As for the other sins...

...do you see
anyone else skulking around?

Jeremy has already
begun enjoying his new life.

I hope you will do the same.

All right, that's lunch!