Whoo, whoo, whoo, Blakey.
Show him how it's done.
Whoo! Here we go.
Choke!
What are you, 12? Come on.
- They must've just waxed the lanes. - Yeah, I'm sure that's it.
I was in the precinct league, 187 average.
So, Terry says you and Luke have been partners for six years.
Seven, I've been stuck with this guy.
Blake was Police Officer of the Year, though, last year.
He delivered a baby in the back of a police car.
Should've been me. He just got between her legs quicker.
Dear Lord.
Really?
Okay, do you want me to have them put
the kiddie bumpers in the gutters?
Hey, don't listen to him. I think you're doing great.
I feel so much better now.
The fat, lonely girl likes me.
Blake.
Whoa.
- Hey. - What? What?
I don't know, man. I cannot shake this.
Oh. You don't look so good, honey.
I feel so weird.
Really?
Let me drive you home, hmm?
- Yeah. - Pick your car up in the morning.
No, no, no, he's not going anywhere.
- Here, come on, lay down. - Wait.
- Come on, come on. Nice and comfy. - Come on.
There you go. Run to the store.
Grab some Saltines, some soup, and some ginger ale.
That'll settle your stomach.
Why don't you get your own goddamn wife, huh?
Yeah, I was working on that,
but someone is not making that very easy.
Mmm.
Well, any other woman would be a letdown.
- All right, down boy. - Did you hear that?
- Yes, I heard that. - Yeah. Remember.
- Be right back. - Okay.
Thanks, man.
I'm sorry about tonight.
Call Lorna tomorrow and tell her, okay?
I will. Hey.
Luke doesn't realize what a lucky son of a bitch he is.
Don't worry. I keep reminding him.
Be right back.
Oh, Jesus, you scared me.
Get back in there. I'll bring you some tea in just a minute, okay?
Blake.
Blake, why don't you just go lay down, okay,
- and we'll get you feeling better. - I feel fine.
Good. Blake! Blake, no!
No!
No, God, no!
I got you chili powder.
My momma swore that it'd knock back the flu quicker than anything.
Not that I got sick a lot as a kid, but...
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- Smoke bother you? - No, it's great.
It just adds to all of the wonderful smells in this car.
Hmm!
Hey, I'm thinking about trying these... electric cigarettes.
You know, the ones all the kids are using?
They got all kinds of flavors.
- Mango. - Mmm.
Peanut brittle.
Hell, they even got a pina colada.
Call me old-fashioned, but I think our vices
should leave a... a rotten taste in our mouth.
Helps keep us honest.
That's what God invented the hangover for.
You're the expert.
You...
You really think you can do anything for this guy?
I never walked away from a soul in torment,
and that includes your mother.
I'm not sure where I fit in in all this.
Mark chapter six, verse seven.
"And he called unto him the 12,
"and sent them forth two and two,
and gave them power over unclean spirits."
Jesus likes the buddy system.
Shit!
God damn it!
What? What... what is it?
Picture of my son...
blew out of the window.
Oh.
I mean, that the only picture you got?
Come on, give me a hand.
Hey, hey! Hey!
You trying to get killed? Fucking hell!
God. Come on. God damn it!
Come on.
Oh, God.
Faster.
- Really? - Yeah, finish.
Wait. What? What are you doing?
I'm just trying to be a generous lover.
No, come on. I mean, literally, come on.
- Go, go, go. - Isn't this what you ladies
are always complaining about?
You're the one that's gonna regret this.
Uh-uh. Come on.
- Shit. - Mommy?
Daddy?
Yup, just a minute, doodlebug.
Keep that lumber covered up.
I am.
You can take care of yourself in the shower.
- Daddy? - Oh hell no.
Good morning, sweetie. Hey, sweetie.
What were you doing?
Have any trouble finding the place?
It's kind of hard to miss.
This is Kyle Barnes, the young man I told you about.
- Morning. - Luke Masters.
Are you ready? There's not a lot of time.
Lead on.
Just don't get too overeager.
Just watch, listen, do as I say.
You still got a lot to learn.
Empty your pockets.
Cell phones, drugs, guns, blades,
flammable liquids... anything that can be used as a weapon.
Only my faith.
Open it.
You'll have to leave these.
Then I might as well turn around right now and go back.
I'm not kidding.
You'd be surprised what I seen turned into a weapon.
I wouldn't go in there with a fucking paper clip.
I need those things.
Reese. Reese.
It's okay.
Chief, can I talk to you about something?
It's supposed to rain pretty hard out there tonight.
I was thinking maybe I could go back to the camper we found
- and process the scene. - "Process the scene."
Again with that CSI shit.
I mean, there could be evidence.
Oh, what? Bunch of kids smoking pot, giving each other herpes?
I appreciate the initiative as always,
but what are you expecting to do with this evidence you're collecting?
I don't know. If we find something, maybe...
give it to the state police.
Who's gonna pay for that?
You don't even know if a crime has been committed.
Look, man, there is blood all over that place.
From a bunch of cut up animals.
Those carcasses were all done outside the camper.
So, what's your explanation, Officer?
We got us a Charles Manson living in the woods
behind Lowell Grippo's farm?
Does that make sense to you?
I'll tell you what doesn't make sense to me,
is why the fuck you're so sure nothing happened out there.
Sir.
All right, Officer.
They teach you how to use a fingerprint kit at the community college?
Yes, sir.
You want to spend your shift tagging beer bottles and used condoms?
Knock yourself out.
Go get 'em, tiger.
He's right down here.
This doesn't seem very official.
Next head count is in two hours. Don't leave any marks.
- That's not why we're here. - You know what? Fuck that.
Do what you gotta do. We'll make it work.
You heard the man, two hours.
Is there anything you haven't told us before we get started?
It's pretty straightforward. Blake was my partner for seven years.
He was my best friend, and then...
This thing in here isn't Blake Morreau.
Just watch yourselves.
- He's restrained, right? - It's not that. He...
gets inside your head.
Luke!
I can't believe you haven't come to see your old pal.
I don't know who you are...
- but you're not my pal. - Come on, don't be that way.
How should he be... after you killed his wife?
This is Reverend Anderson and Kyle Barnes.
They're here to help you.
You all being here is help already.
Sit. Please.
I'd shake, but... you know.
It's awkward.
Luke here says there's something inside you,
something that made you do...
what you did.
Huh? Inside?
- Inside? - That's right.
Is that true?
Am I talking to the thing inside of this man,
Blake Morreau,
right now?
It's not about what's inside of me.
It's not?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Terry was so warm...
Blake, don't.
...and wet inside.
And the deeper I got...
...the warmer and wetter she got.
And the red... more red than anything I could've imagined.
I liked that, but then...
the warmness and the wetness
poured out onto the floor.
And after a while, it got cold,
and... I didn't like that.
What the fuck happened to you?
You were a good friend to me, Luke.
Such a good friend.
I really wasn't.
Not at all.
Like I said, watch yourselves.
You do what you gotta do. We don't have a lot of time.
Asshole!
You all right?
Idiot.
You have to forgive me. I'm being a terrible host.
I... I'm a little out of practice.
I didn't even ask who you are.
- We're friends of Luke. - No, you're not.
A Bible thumper and his little sidekick?
Luke would fucking hate a couple of guys like you.
Don't get me wrong. I mean, I love the man,
but he's not exactly spiritual.
If you love him, why kill his wife?
Well, now that is a...
somewhat long, complicated story.
Even if I were to tell you, I don't...
think that you could comprehend it.
Oh, you might be surprised.
You said your friend out there wasn't a spiritual man.
- Are you? - "Though your sins are like scarlet,
"they shall be white as snow."
"Though they are like crimson, they shall be like wool."
- Isaiah. - One of my favorites.
How does that make you feel?
The Lord's words in your mouth?
It makes me sick.
Luke and I saw a lot of sin.
More than you will ever see in your line of work, Reverend.
But what turned my stomach wasn't the sin,
it was the forgiveness.
People willing to turn the other cheek,
forgive...
the unforgivable,
because it's the Christian thing to do.
Look at my pathetic partner out there.
I opened up his wife
with my bare hands,
and he wants to help me.
- Put that away. - Our Father, who art in heaven,
- Oh. - ...hallowed be thy name.
- Get that fucking thing away from me. - 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!
For thine is the kingdom,
the power, and the glory, forever and ever!
Amen!
It's just too good. It's just too good.
What else you got in there? Yeah.
Some chicken bones, some snakes for us to handle?
Praise the baby Jesus. I am saved.
All right, all right, all right, come on.
- Our work here is done. - What?
Wait.
Already? What do you mean?
Use your intuition, Kyle.
Read the signs.
Is that what Josh was like?
Or your mother? Your wife?
No, but you said demons could be as different as the souls they possess.
Yes, they can. Yes, they can.
But some souls are capable of creating evil without the devil's help.
Let me try.
Why?
We're supposed to be fighting demons two by two, isn't that right?
That's what the Bible says, anyway.
Do you know me?
Maybe.
How? We've never met.
Fine.
Then what the fuck did you ask for?
Do you know me?
Shit. Shit.
You...
are outcast?
Why does this keep happening?
I don't know.
You and Amy are like...
dynamite and a match.
You know what happens when you put those together, right?
It's not my fault. She just keeps bumping into me.
Just... um...
you know, don't let her cross your orbit.
I tried, but she goes wherever I want to be.
It's like if I want to hang out with Emma or Jaden,
then she wants to hang out.
Ms. Holter? Ms. Holter?
Go back to class, work it out with Amy.
I don't want to see you in here again.
What does that mean?
- Outcast. What does that mean? - Stay away from me!
- Why? - Personal space is important in here.
- Don't fuck with me. - Heaven forbid.
Why do you call me that?
You really don't know?
You have a lot of friends when you were a kid?
- What? - At school.
Neighborhood kids, they like to hang out at your house?
I didn't think so. So, it was just you and...
Mom? Or Dad?
But somebody bailed early, right?
Maybe before you remember.
What about after? You seem like a good guy.
Plenty of work pals, drinking buddies,
But then, eventually...
everybody gets uncomfortable around you,
start making excuses, drifting away.
Makes you feel cast out.
This is pointless.
Is he in charge?
No.
What happened to the friends...
who stuck around?
The ones who were close to you, maybe shared a bed.
Oh, man. How did that turn out?
Are you still together?
Any kids?
How do I stop this?
Why would you want to stop it?
You're special.
Didn't your mama tell you not to keep your light under the bushel?
Kyle!
- Kyle! - You chose this, all right?
I didn't!
You want to throw your family away
for some fucking crusade, then that's fine.
I want mine back.
Hello!
Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry. You caught me during lunch. Can I help you?
Yes, a friend of mine is coming into town
- and I wanted to see if he was here yet. - Okay, what's the name?
Hamel, Donnie. Donald Hamel.
Okay.
Big reunion. Whole bunch of us from back in the day.
Oh, there he is. Checked in this morning.
Oh my God. I can't believe he made it.
What room is he in?
Oh, I'm not allowed to give that information out,
- but I can ring his room if you like. - No.
Oh. I just... I really wanted to see the look on his face when he opened the door.
It's been, like, 16 years.
Please.
Well, as I said, I'm not really allowed to give that information out,
so I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Is my family safe around me?
What if he says no?
What then?
You'll give up all hope of seeing them
because of the word of a demon.
A demon? Is that what he told you I was?
A demon? That's scary.
Don't listen to him.
You know there are others like me.
You've met us.
You want them to stop coming to you?
- I can make it happen. - How?
I'll put out the word. It'll take some time, but it'll happen eventually.
- How much time? - Can't really say. Maybe a few years.
- This is horse shit. - Look, it gets lonely in here.
If you come back here and see me, say once a week,
- and I'll make it happen. - All right, enough.
Now, we have one job to do here.
And that is to send that thing back to hell.
Wait, then what? Huh?
Look, we send him back now, we get no answers, right?
And you said yourself, they're in every town, right?
If we can figure out why they're here,
maybe we could stop them from coming altogether, right?
You believe you recognize something in that man?
Something wicked, a deceiver?
A kissing cousin to the thing that destroyed your life.
Why on God's green Earth would that thing want to help you?
Now, we don't have much time before they kick us out of here.
so stop playing fucking games,
and let's get on and do the job we came here to do.
But... Wait.
Showtime for the demon and the deacon!
I stand before you empowered by the might of the Lord.
- Bravo! Inspirational. - I ask you to release this poor soul.
and retreat back into the darkness.
Hallelujah. Do you believe this?
- Silence, beast! - Send me back to hell.
Writhe in the purity of his holy ointment!
- Oh, that's nice. I love that. - Kyle, get on over here!
Put your hands on him, like you did with Joshua.
This is fucking ridiculous.
- You know that. - Are you gonna help me or not?
No.
Once he realizes I'll walk away,
leave him in here to rot, maybe he'll start telling us the truth.
This is a man's soul we're talking about!
That is not my problem.
Kyle!
Elvis has left the building!
Uh-oh.
- What happened? - Nothing.
- What do you mean nothing happened? - Go talk to Reverend.
Fuck the reverend.
I asked around. You're the one who saved the boy.
That's the only reason you're not in jail.
You're the one with the power.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Look, you think any of this makes sense to me?
Demons? Exorcisms?
- All this voodoo bullshit? - Right.
- Then why the hell are you going to him? - 'Cause it's all gone!
Terry butchered, I...
I threw away my career
looking for something that could explain
my best friend doing what he did.
If this doesn't work...
I got nothing else.
By the light...
and the power...
...and everlasting strength of Jesus Christ,
I command the darkness within this man
- to be cast out. - Is this actually your job?
- Do you do kid parties too? - Hear my humble appeal, Lord.
Did I hear right? You gave up your family for this?
- Fuck you! - Oh! There you go!
Yummy.
That's the first honest thing you've said since you came in here.
- What you know about honesty? - At least I'm honest with myself...
what I am, what I'm not.
You see what he can do?
Your friend, the outcast? The power he has?
It is the Lord's power.
Oh! Then why'd the Lord give it to him? He doesn't even believe!
- It is not my will to question God. - But you do.
It must tear you up. Why him and not you?
You gave up everything, you traded your happiness,
for a bunch of false promises,
and your touch does nothing!
- I cast you out! I cast you out! - Oh! Oh!
I cast you out!
Get off! Kyle!
What the fuck?
I will stick this through his fucking throat!
- Why? - Why?
What else I got to do?
- Your family is not safe. - Don't listen to him.
- You will never be free of us. - It's not true!
Oh, I'm afraid it is, outcast, but you know that already, don't you?
Tell me who you are!
Why did you call me that? Huh?
Ah!
More.
Oh, thank you, Officer Nunez.
Looking good.
Whoa. Looks like you've had a productive day, Mr. CSI.
Well, I didn't get any clean prints,
but I did get some fibers. There's a lot of 'em.
I got some hair.
I don't know if it's human or animal, but...
Also, I was able to test all the blood stains,
and I got that.
Does not look like something a teenager would wear.
It sure does not.
I mean, if somebody stole that,
they sure as hell ain't gonna leave it out there.
Hell's bells, that's some good work, Officer.
Also, I found a lab
that'll do all the DNA testing.
It's not that expensive, but it takes about a month.
I'll take it from here.
What?
I want you to put all that stuff in my office along with your report.
And get yourself cleaned up.
Come on, man.
He said I'd never be free of this.
He was manipulating you,
making you doubt yourself.
What about you? He make you doubt yourself?
- Your holy war? - Not a bit.
We won't give up until we save that man.
Rev.
He can't be saved.
Whatever's in him is there to stay.
I love snuggling with you...
listening to the rain.
Me too.
Mmm.
What's that?
Oh, that's just some unfinished business from this morning.
I thought I told you to take care of that yourself.
Well, you see, I was busy making pancakes, so...
- Right. - Mm-hmm.
- Well, I guess you earned it. - Mmm.
What? Did I hurt you?
No, no. It, uh...
It's not that. I, um...
I...
- I... I can't. - Okay.
- Are you okay? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah. We're good.
Hey!
There's a sight for sore eyes.
Boy, are they sore.
Thank you for this.
Seriously.
It was really sweet of you to have those little pals of yours come over today.
You have no idea what it's like...
22 hours a day in a concrete box,
never even seeing another human being.
Make you go crazy.
You know...
if you're you right... and the devil made me do it...
you gonna get me a new trial?
Not guilty by reason of demons?
I wanted to help you.
How does it help?
You save my soul, but you walk away with a clear conscience.
Poor, old innocent Blake Morreau...
stuck here for the rest of his mortal life in this toilet.
Makes you crazy, doesn't it,
that you didn't see it coming?
All those double dates with those pathetic cows you set me up with,
when you knew how bad I wanted to stick it into your hot wife.
Oh.
So hot.
It got you hard, didn't it,
knowing how much I wanted to fuck Terry?
- And oh, I did want to fuck Terr... - Just stop talking.
Stop talking. Stop talking.
Stop. Stop.
Shh! Shh!
Shh, shh, shh! Just stop. Stop.
Stop. Stop.
Stop. Please, please.
There you go. There you go.
Okay.
Pussy.
Come on.
Come on! Where's my son?
Fuck.
Norville!
Hey, Norville!
Hey, Norville.
Hey, neighbor, you doing all right?
Oh, Jesus.
Norville.
Oh no.
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