"Get him, boy." "Titus!" "Come here, boy!" "Hey!" "Titus!" "Titus!" "There you are, boy." "What the hell's the matter with you?" "Nicely done, Titus." "Looks like I got me a treasure-sniffing dog." "Titus, Titus, Titus." "No!" "No, no, no!" "Titus, no!" "No." "No." "Your father's home early." "Hey there, how'd it go?" "Thanks for reading to me." "I need reading glasses no problem." "One day." "Sure we'll like this..." "Gabriel?" "Are you all right?" "What's the matter?" "Baby?" "Baby?" "Gabriel, you son of a bitch." "Daddy?" "You look so pretty, i wanna twirl you like a top." "Stop." "Come on, Amber." "Wanna play something sexy and dance?" "Hm?" "No, I don't." "Don't touch me." "Come on, now." "Just one dance, huh?" "Come on, like old times, like old times-- frank, stop." "Amber, why are you teasing me like this then?" "Frank, I told you, you're cut off." "This ain't a charity." "Just one dance." "Come on, now." "Frank, get off." "You know I'm good for it." "Good for nothing." "Hey there." "I like your hat." "My daddy used to have a hat like this." "Me and you..." "Could have some fun with that hat." "Amber, listen." "Stop." "Can't you see I'm talking to somebody?" "Who, this guy?" "Yes, this guy." "We were just having a wonderful conversation about my daddy, so get out of here." "Hey, shithead." "You talking to my girl?" "Sir, just leave me out of this." "Look, what I said was" "see, today..." "We all learned about a real important word and that word is "consent."" "What?" "You see, if two people wanna make love, that's a very beautiful thing if it's between two consenting adults." "If the lady keeps saying no, and you just keep going anyway, well..." "You're just a piece of shit, really." "Please, leave me alone." "Help." "I'm really sorry, man." "Just please let me-- well, I think she told you quite clearly..." "To leave her alone." "So I think you owe her an apology." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "For?" "For being a piece of shit." "I'm a piece of shit." "Are you a piece of shit?" "I'm a piece of shit." "Really?" "Yes." "Say it again." "I'm a piece of shit." "Ugh!" "All right." "Good." "It's all right, buddy." "It's over now." "I ain't gonna lie to you, you'll probably have a pretty bad headache in the morning." "Get this guy some ice cream." "You like ice cream?" "Yeah." "Always makes me feel better." "Rocky road or something." "You-- you wanna get out of here?" "Let's go." "That was amazing." "I thought you killed him at first." "No, i don't kill people." "Well, I try not to, anyway." "Say, you got a place around here?" "About six blocks down the road." "Good." "Because I sleep in my car." "What's the matter, you can't decide?" "Oh." "Heh." "These old things?" "No, I'm just looking for all the luck I can get." "Figure one of them's gotta have something to it." "So you from around here?" "As of late, yeah." "How come I haven't seen you at the bar before?" "I stay to myself mostly, but I do venture out every now and then." "So it'll be a hundred dollars for the night." "I usually charge 150, but I really do like this hat." "Pardon me, I did enjoy a few last night, but I don't think I recall entering into that sort of agreement." "What are you, fucking stupid?" "Do you think that a girl that looks like this is gonna be in a shithole bar like that if it wasn't for a damn paycheck?" "Don't turn away from me." "Quiet now." "Anothermurder inthetownofchicorycreek ." "Thisisthelatestkilling ina townthathas had  threetriplehomicides inthelastweekalone." "Theauthoritiessay thekillingsareunrelated." "Laterontonight,though..." "I'll be damned." "You can't just leave." "You owe me money." "Thank you." "Come again." "Good morning to you, ma'am." "Holy hell." "Ain't you little Evelyn Pierce?" "My god, I ain't seen you in maybe 20-some odd years." "Otis, right?" "Yeah." "You looking real fine, evy, i gotta tell you that." "Like, you must be doing really well for yourself." "I'm looking for chief Dunham." "Is he available?" "Uh, yeah-- no, actually, the chief-- he's currently indisposed, so..." "He's got a very pressing investigation at the time, so-- basically, he told me nobody is allowed inside whatsoever, not even you, evy." "But I'll tell you what, if you, maybe, have some time and wanna have some company, you and I could go down the street, maybe grab a coffee, donut." "Hm..." "It's agent Pierce." "I'm here on business." "No shit." "Look at you then, little "evil lyn."" "You grew up and became yourself a big old bad federale." "I'll be goddamned." "Officer Willard, i gotta tell you something." "I hate being called "evil lyn."" "So just stick with the formal." "Agent Pierce." "All right." "What, the bureau done got you all serious now?" "All right, agent Pierce." "I'm gonna go tell him you're here." "No need." "I'll do it myself." "All right, hey, you can't park out here, neither." "It's supposed to be parked around back." "Well, then you go park it." "I'm not parking anything." "I'll stay right here with a cigarette." "Look..." "As a spiritual leader in the community" "I should be kept in the loop of this investigation." "The more I know, the better I can guide." "Well, again, I'm gonna take your interest into account, but I'm kind of busy now." "I got a meeting here in five minutes." "Say no more, Marty." "I can see you got a full plate." "Mm." "Come in." "Pastor." "Ahem." "Well, Evelyn Pierce." "My, this is a surprise." "They told me they were sending someone from the Jackson field office but I had no idea it'd be you." "You know, it is great to see you." "It's been how many years?" "A very long time, chief Dunham." "I've been looking for a good excuse to come back here to visit." "Well, now, tell me, agent Pierce, is it--?" "Is it really necessary bringing in the bureau and all?" "You have had three triple homicides in the past week, is that correct?" "Well, now, that is technically true, but ain't nothing that the good men and women of the c.C.D.P can't handle on their own." "No one's trying to do your job for you." "I don't wanna be here just as much as you don't want me to be here." "If this was one murder, it would not fall under our jurisdiction." "But it's been three separate cases committed by three separate perps." "Hm." "Means it could be domestic terrorism, and we investigate that." "You know what, agent Pierce?" "I can assure you there are no terrorists here in old chicory creek." "I'm sure you're right." "My job is to make sure that these cases are unrelated and I will be on my way." "Well, now, you know what?" "That makes good sense." "I like that." "They are unrelated, right?" "Uh..." "Yeah." "Well, they might be the tiniest bit related if you was to look at them in a certain way." "And what way would that be, chief?" "Each one killed the last." "Yes, that is true." "Excuse me, who are you?" "Sir, I told you, you cannot be in here." "Chief, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "He don't listen very well." "He just barged right past me." "Jebediah woodley." "Mr. woodley, you can't just come in and barge in like this." "Listen, tough guy, put them hands behind your back." " In a minute." " Mr. woodley, this is a private meeting." "I have to ask you to leave." " Real private, the three of us." " Okay, funny man." "Let's put them big-ass hands behind-- sir, your town is in real danger." "I'm here to help." "Mr. woodley, you are interrupting an active FBI investigation." "You're FBI?" "Yes." "Well, that's a use of tax dollars I can get behind." "Now, get this assclown out of here." "All right." "Come with me." "Come on." "You want these murders to stop, you best listen." "You have some information on these murders?" "Yep." "Get him away from me." "I prefer to have you in cuffs, but okay." "Let him go." "Make it quick, Mr. woodley." "Let me start by saying you're not gonna believe one damn thing I'm about to say." "But that don't make it a lie." "Why don't you start with who you are and what you know?" "I'm a hunter." "Demon hunter." "Demon hunter." "For a second, I thought you weren't wasting our time." "Get this guy out of here, put him in cuffs." "I've done this 100 times, honey." "Come on, demon hunter." "Get him out of here." "That's enough, Mr. woodley." "I tell people what I do, they just sit there, looking dumbstruck or laugh." "Then they gotta see something on their own that proves it." "Maybe they see me pull one of these things out of their son his body twitching and flapping in ways the human body ought not to do." "Or they see their momma looking back with those dead, black eyes." "Or sometimes, they never do come around." "That is, until they get possessed themselves and feel indescribable pain and fear that comes with losing control of your body as your conscious self, your soul, burns and evaporates into the abyss, like you never was." "Now, every once in a while," "I'll meet someone, or maybe a pair of folks that aren't so thickheaded and think that it's pure coincidence that I end up here in the middle of fucking nowhere and without asking, know exactly the patterns of the murders in question." "And when those people put their trust in me and just let their doubts aside, then lives are saved, lives that would've been lost had I just got tossed out of here and have to do all this shit on my own." "But, you know, sometimes, the lives saved are their own." "Now, having heard that, are you gonna hear me out?" "Are you?" "Are you gonna hear me out?" "Make sure you keep an eye on him." "Where are you off to?" "None of your business." "The eyes." "Ask about the eyes." "Kind of..." "Dark in here." "See if I can find the light." "Pretty messy, huh?" "Do you have those pictures?" "Yeah." "This is the daughter here?" "Yeah." "That's her." "And that's the son over there?" "Yup, that's him." "And Mr. banks killed them both?" "No, he shot the daughter." "Father shot this one- -after shooting Mr. banks." "You're saying he killed him and then killed his own kid?" "Yeah." "Doesn't make any sense." "Well..." "You said there was a live witness on this?" "Yup." "I'm gonna need to talk to them." "Mrs. macullum?" "My name is Evelyn Pierce, I'm with the FBI." "Is it all right if I come in and have a word with you?" "I'm really sorry to disturb you." "I know you're going through a terrible ordeal." "I just need to ask you a few questions." "They always used to fight." "Who?" "Who used to fight?" "Benjamin and Bethany." "So rambunctious." "They could ruin an entire house if you didn't keep an eye on them." "Those-- were those your kids?" "I used to scream at them." "I'd get so angry." "But I didn't want them hurting each other." "I didn't want them growing up so..." "Violently." "But they were just playing." "That was not violence." "I never knew what violence was." "Mrs. macullum, I just need you to tell me what happened" "I think about all the times i sent them to their room." "All the times I didn't speak to them, the time..." "The time I lost with them that I'll never have back." "Daniel always let them fight." "They were fighting that night when Marcus came in." "And when Marcus came in, what happened?" "He shot Bethany." "If you need a bit more time, i-- but Daniel, he was quick to draw." "Hewasamarine, onleavefromIraq." "Sostrong." "That's why I married him." "I wanted my children to come from a strong man like Daniel." "And he told me to hide in the closet, and he shot that bastard Marcus." "Shot him dead." "My husband, he did." "He shot Benjamin." "My Daniel shot our boy." "And then he came after me." "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Mrs. macullum, just settle down." "I can come back another time." "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "Why?" "And his eyes, they were black." "Black, black, black." "His eyes were black, black, black." "They were black." "Where did he go?" "It's agent Evelyn Pierce." "I need to be connected to Deacon Shepherd's office." "AgentPierce?" "Sir, I still have this woodley in custody." "Has records gotten back to you?" "Yeah." "Turnsouthehas aprettyrespectfulrap sheet." "Aggravatedassault,resisting arrest,thelistgoeson." "The thing is, i don't think he's a suspect, but he knows more than he should." "Themurdershaven'tstopped, soseewhatheknows." "Yes, sir." "Hey, now." "That was quicker than I thought." "Tell me what you know." "Well, I don't know." "I'm kind of hungry now." "Mm." "These are really great ribs." "Heh, heh." "So..." "You have a demon." "Just one, and I know which, because I been chasing him for half my damn life now." "How do you know that this demon is the one you seek?" "Its means of transfiguration, the way it changes form-- it's unique." "I'm not gonna sit and talk about the history of these shits." "I don't know if there's god or hell, but these exist." "I know because I've killed them." "I know 'cause they killed friends of mine." "Mm-hm." "I don't give a rat's ass if you believe in it or not." "I don't want you to mess this up for me." "So just do what I tell you..." "And you might just survive." "You said this one is unique." "How?" "Every demon's different, but they all have their own means of transfiguration." "Someonlystayinyou fora coupleseconds, youknow, likeyoudidn'tevenknow it." "Aah!" "Others..." "Willtakeyouover fortheirentirelives." "Andyouhavetopry themloose, which is often easier said than done." "Some of them just gotta touch you." "Others will only pass through sexual exchanges." "Some of these things will just leave you to stick to a doorway like an invisible spider web just waiting for the next fella towalkpast." "Most of them like to move." "I like the ones that stay in one place." "But they all have one thing in common:" "They exist to destroy." "There'sjustsomething aboutus, aboutourworld, thattheywannaend ." "So, what about this one?" "How does this one work?" "Many years ago, my old man and I, came across a small town not unlike this one y'all got here." "Thinghadbeenthere fora coupleof days." "Nearlythewholetown hadgottenkilled." "Itwasunusualbecausedemons normallyaren'tresponsible for those type of body counts." "They're more partial to personal torment." "But this thing was different." "See, the way it transfigured was by being killed." "The moment you killed it, it became you." "Which, needless to say, complicated things." "Soanyway, meandmy dadsat there andexplained thistothetownfolks, justlikeI'mexplainingit toyounow." "Course,theybelievedus straighton, havingseenthecarnage themselves." "Okay." "So how'd you kill it?" "See,myoldman  hadthebraveidea." "Hesacrificedhimself." "Hedrankapoison, andthenhe killedit." "Sothedemon hadnoplacetogo." "AndI couldtrapit." "Well, I'm so sorry." "I lost my daddy to prostate cancer." "That's a shame." "So how did you lose the demon?" "I'm getting to it." "It's complicated." "I tried to hang onto it for 30 years." "It just had a funny way of slipping out of my hands." "You see, the thing has a life of its own." "It doesn't wanna stay in that box." "It's got a way of influencing the world around it." "Okay." "How did you lose it, Mr. woodley?" "You can't kill the thing." "All you can do is put it where no one will ever get to it." "So I rented a plane, came down here." "Was gonna drop it here in the bayou." "Engine trouble, fire starts, i gotta bail out." "Plane just scatters itself all around town." "I remember investigating that crash." "Good for you." "Anyhow, middle of the bayou ain't a bad place to hide the thing." "So I just stuck around town for a while, just in case somebody stumbled upon it." "Which is good, because that's what happened." "Well, some nice trees they have here." "Seem to have forgotten my wallet." "Heh, heh." "What?" "Fine." "This one's on me." "Thank you very much." "So let's just say any part of that is true." "You got a plan?" "I suggest you find the man that killed the last of those three murderers." "Hold a town meeting with everyone except him, tell them what happened and maybe we can work together on this." "You wanna tell an entire town there's a body-hopping demon on the loose?" "Something like that." "That will only exacerbate things." "Even if they believe you, which I highly doubt, this town is ultra-Christian." "They're gonna go into a panic." "Chief Dunham, is there an emergency system at the local school so we can keep the children safe?" "Well, now, agent Pierce, you're gonna have to pardon me, but I think you spent a little too much time in Washington." "This here's chicory creek, Mississippi." "We just got our first stoplight about six months ago." "Heh, heh." "I'm sorry, but this plan is ridiculous." "I'm not gonna let you get this town into a frenzy just on your word alone." "Fine." "I'll wait for you to wise up then." "Chief, how can I find the man who killed the last murderer?" "What are you gonna do when you find him?" "Oh, I'll sit him down for a quiet little chat." "If we help you, then I'm coming." "As much as I'd love to spend some time with a lovely lady like yourself," "I work alone." "We're gonna do this my way, or you can take a seat back in that cell." "Your choice." "All right, then." "And if you make one false move," "I will not hesitate to shoot you myself." "Fair enough." "Let's get my shit and get going." "Now." "Now, let's see what we got in here." "So one ruger." "Three-five-seven Magnum..." "And holster with twelve rubber bullets." "I like this here, one vaporizer." "One small-animal trap." "Careful with that." "South American bola balls." "And last but not least, one whip with two..." "Shrunken heads." "Oh, shit, just put down "whip." One whip." "What?" " All right." "Pull over." " This should be it." "The house of the man who shot the last murderer." "One Jeremy ruckner." "What, do you live in your car?" "Uh-huh." "Course you do." "What on earth is that?" "It's my net gun." "She's my pride and joy." "How does she work?" "Well, it's a pressurized release." "The nets fly out, they're weighted at the ends." "They knock the victim off its feet, don't kill it." "Let me see." "Jeez." "Just a little heavier than it looks." "Uh-huh." "Okay." "That should be the house there." "How does he know where he lives if he's possessed?" "Instinct." "Hasn't been any murders for a while." "Reckon he's taking a break." "Seen him do it before." "Somebody's coming." "Hey, you shouldn't even have that thing on you." "Oh, I'll be holding onto it, thank you very much." "You shoot him with that, you're gonna regret it." "Trust me on that." "Wait here." "Howdy." "Oh, my god." "Yeah." "It can be a dirty job, that's for sure." "Oh, my god." "It's horrible." "Takes some getting used to." "Who the fuck are you?" "It can talk?" "Uh, no." "No." "He's not supposed to do that." "Unhand me." "Shit." "What?" "What's the matter?" "It's not him." "What do you mean it's not him?" "Well, it's him, but he ain't possessed." "Drunk as piss by the smell of him, but he ain't possessed." "Who the fuck are you?" "Sorry, sir." "Well, we seem to have made some kind of mistake." "I'm sorry, buddy." "Mistake?" "You nearly broke my arms." "This is complete bullshit, isn't it?" "No, it's not bullshit." "He's not the guy who did the last shooting." "The hell I ain't." "Three days ago I put that crazy bastard down with that gun right up there." "I'm the best shot in Mississippi." "Okay, so?" "He said he shot him." "Okay." "Tell me exactly what happened." "Well, ain't you heard?" "I shot the fucker." "I got him right in the gut." "Did anybody do anything else to his body after you shot him?" "Well, yeah, Glen prichard ran up and finished him off, but I'm the one who put him down and stopped the killing." "You ask anybody." "So, what happened to prichard?" "Where'd he go?" "He ran off." "After he done it, he just looked at us and took off." "Probably couldn't stand the sight of the blood." "Pussy." "All right." "We're done here." "This does not prove anything." "Uh-huh." "Hey, wait a minute." "Get up." "Hey, you haven't told me why you shot me with that damn net." " All right." " Just was a bad dream." "You just go back to bed, now, come on." "Merry Christmas." "Wow, do you really have to do that in the car?" "Didn't have enough ribs for lunch?" "No, thank you." "Shit." "Damn it." "Car's overheating." "Happens all the time." "I knew I should've never trusted you." "We need to get to the station." "Can you shut up?" "Excuse me?" "You should be kissing my ass right now." "I could've left you in that cell to rot." "Shh." "Don't "shush" me." "Quiet." "I just saw something." "I don't see-- something's watching us from the woods." "I don't see anything." "Shh." "Yeah." "Right there." "Get in the car." "Don't say a word." "Stay quiet." "Get back in the car." "Is this for real?" "Okay." "Am I interrupting something?" "Oh, shit." "Rubber bullets." "Works when you're in a jam." "I-- i" "I just-- breathe, try not to talk." "So I say we set that town meeting around 6 P.M. tomorrow." "Sound good to you?" "Hi, y'all." "Welcome." "Good evening, um, Mrs. kravitz." "Maybe you could help?" "Do you have a first-aid kit here?" "Yes, I have something here somewhere." "That's terrific." "We also need two rooms for the evening." "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but I only have one room left." "I'm afraid you'll have to share." "You need some help?" "No, I was always pretty good at do-it-yourself surgery." "Thank you for what you did." "Don't thank me." "Thank him." "I don't understand." "When I got to you, I was pretty sure he'd already killed you." "I've never seen it react that way, the way he looked at you." "I was relieved to see you were alive until I realized what that meant." "It wants me to kill it." "Yeah." "It appears so." "Why?" "It likes you." "Maybe it likes your body, maybe it likes your soul." "He collects souls, makes him more powerful." "The eyes, his eyes..." "Yeah." "I know." "Creepy as hell, right?" "No, no." "It-- in his eyes, I saw something." "There were dark clouds, lightning." "There were people screaming." "It was terrible." "I've never been so afraid." "Now, that's unexpected." "Here, let me help you." "Let me help you." "So how long have you been doing this?" "Oh, um..." "Pretty much as long as I remember." "It was kind of a family business." "Christmas must've been fun." "Heh." "Thanks for the warning." "So, uh, is there any way to get the demon without hurting anyone?" "Well, I think you're getting ahead of yourself." "If we don't catch the thing then, uh, all this thinking will be for nothing." "Okay." "Well..." "You're all set." "Thank you." "Uh, I'll just change here if you don't mind turning around." "Okay." "Sure." "No problem." "Look, I'm just gonna go outside." "Where?" "I'm gonna sleep in the car." "It's-- it's pretty cozy actually." "There's plenty of space on the floor, you don't have to" "hey, Nelson." "Sorry to wake you, buddy." "Yeah." "Can you run a lineage check for me on an Evelyn Pierce?" "Yeah." "Cross reference with your list, see if anything in that family tree pops up." "I gotta go." "Get back to me as soon as you can, all right?" "Trouble sleeping?" "I spent my childhood here." "Figured I would pay a visit." "Looks like that was a nice farm a ways back." "Why was it abandoned?" "Well, supposedly, it's cursed." "And why is that?" "My parents never told me much." "From what I hear, there was an easter celebration and I fell in the pool." "I hit my head on the edge as I went in." "I think it was a few minutes before anyone found me." "I was completely blue." "My mother, she grabbed me, and she carried me into the house and when she brought me back," "I was totally fine like nothing had happened." "I don't remember any of it, but I do know what people say." "It's like she brought me back from the dead." "Next thing i do remember is that people were throwing rocks into our window and we just packed up, and we left pretty quickly after that." "Well, Evelyn, I'm sorry to hear all that." "Everyone's got their sob story, right?" "You know what I think?" "Now is an appropriate time as any to tell you." "I was trying to figure out why our black-eyed friend up there liked you." "What you saw in his eyes, the circumstances of your family's departure from chicory creek, it all points at one thing." "What is that?" "Well, there's a slim chance that your ancestors were, and you are-- how do I put this?" "Um, uh... ahem." "Well, look, there are demons, right?" "And at the other end of the spectrum, there are beings that descended from the light." "Are we talking about fucking angels now?" "Well, you said it." "I know." "Listen." "Okay." "Let's call them angels." "Well, many, many years ago, according to the Bible and stuff, these angels descended to earth, they mated with humans." "They gave rise to this divine bloodline." "And you're saying I'm one of them." "What you saw in his eyes, your mother had that ability, birthmarks on your back-- how did you see those?" "You turned around?" "Did you--?" "There was just like a reflection or something." "I am the furthest from angelic." "Just-- listen to me, if I'm right, the stakes just got a whole lot higher." "And why is that?" "Because there's a dark place, another plane, existing next to ours." "It's full of dark things, bad things." "What does that have to do with me?" "With my family?" "If you are from that divine bloodline I told you about, you have the ability to connect with those worlds." "And if the thing consumes your soul, it will use your body." "And he'll call up his little demon buddies, thousands of them." "And then chicory creek literally will be hell on earth." "Why does it need me?" "Aren't there others like me?" "I'm not too sure there are any." "Listen, i may be wrong, but you'd better keep your finger off that trigger." "Well, all right now, great to see you too." "Hey, good to see you." "Hey, looking good." "Come in, have a seat." "That's not what I'm saying." "I'm just saying I think we should have a team on standby." "Please." "Please, look, I'm really close here." "Trust me." "Just give me a chance." "Thank you." "Thank you, sir." "Everything okay?" "Yeah." "It's good." "Hey, hey, come on in." "Hey, good to see you." "Oh, shit." "Uh..." "I know, father, I know." "What is this all about?" "It's all gonna be explained in a minute." "Now, come on, Marty." "My congregation are truly worried." "Okay?" "Now, I saw Evelyn Pierce in your office." "She is not to be trusted." "All right." "Why don't you just take a seat for your own sake." "Ladies and gentlemen, I need to get your attention, please." "Speak up, Dunham." "I'm gonna please ask that you don't shout." "Now, I know y'all got a lot of questions, and we're gonna take those questions just as soon as this meeting's done." "In the meantime," "I'm gonna have to ask that you all remain calm." "Now, it has come to my attention that the string of murders earlier this week were-- are connected." " What?" " What do you mean?" " How's that possible?" " What's next?" "Quiet, now." "Calm down, now." "It appears..." "Some kind of supernatural thing afoot." "What the fuck?" "Eunice, that is not helping." "Now you shut up." "Now, sit down." "Y'all be quiet." "Y'all know we got FBI working on this." "This guy's coming in..." "Oh, shit." "...let's respect-- okay." "Good evening, folks." "I'm jebediah woodley." "That's right." "I wanna talk to you a little bit about what's happened in town this past week." "I know you're all frightened, as you should be, but if you just cooperate and listen to what I got to say, everybody's gonna be fine." "Ahem." "Well, most of you are gonna be fine." "Most of us?" "Well, look." "Look, just calm down now." "I'm gonna explain it to you." "I'm gonna explain what happened." "See, there's-- well, just hear me out now." "We'll get a chance to talk about this later." "I know you're not gonna believe some of the things I'm about to say." "Some of you, well-- let me finish up." "I'll explain it to you." "There's something going on in this town, and it's kind of scary, but some of you will have a problem believing what I'm about to say now, but I gotta tell you something." "Well, it's kind of a strange story." "Uh..." "Oh, shit." "Everybody, evacuate the premises." "Don't shoot it." "Let me shoot it." "For Pete's sake." "Hold still now." "Shit." "What do we do now?" "Call for backup." "This was the backup." "Shut your mouth, Dunham." "He was trying his best." "They didn't listen to him." "If your men knew how to follow orders, we wouldn't be in this mess." "I need your car now." "All right." "Where are you going?" "I'll do this on my own." "You need us." "Like hell I do." "What are you gonna do?" "I'm gonna find it." "Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." "Ready or not, here I come." "You suck at this game." "You know I only play so that you'll leave me alone." "When's daddy coming home?" "I told you, I don't know." "He's probably still down at the town hall." "Who's that?" "Who's who?" "The man outside." "Get away from the window, jezz." "Stay back." "Help." "Help." "We need to find him." "Look, I've been thinking this over." "Maybe he was right." "About what?" "About me." "Maybe it was my fault." "Maybe I shouldn't even be here." "Oh, come on, don't be a coward." "I got a heart condition." "Snap out of it." "Chief Dunham, regardless of what jebediah says, the fact remains, we need all the help we can get." "I understand if you feel guilty about the deaths of your men, but you don't avenge them by running away." "You stand and you fight." "Okay?" "You stand here, and you fight with me, chief Dunham." "You defend this town." "Chief." "Chief." "Chief Dunham, hey!" "Wow." "What's going on here?" "You." "Yeah." "Why did you bring this evil to this town?" "Excuse me?" "I do not know what your designs are in chicory creek, but I do know that Evelyn Pierce, like her mother before her, had the blood of Satan flowing in her veins." "And you are in league with her, are you not?" "You got this wrong." "The important thing is now you calm these people down." "Why, pray tell, should we believe you?" "How are we to know that you are not in cahoots with this hell spawn that is attacking this town?" "You better calm down, padre." "I will do no such thing." "I see it now." "You are Lucifer's mouthpiece, and Evelyn Pierce is his concubine." "Aren't you taking this a bit far?" "Be gone." "Be gone, hell spawn." "Calm down." "Be gone." "That's rude." "I'd rather you not do that." "The power of Christ compels you." "I'm pretty sure that's from the exorcist." "Be gone, hell spawn." "And tell your lord Lucifer not-- oh, no." "Calm down, y'all." "Rubber bullets." "Padre, you all right there, padre?" "You all right?" "Okay." "He'll be okay." "He'll be fine." "Merry Christmas." "What do you want?" "I wanna help you." "You've helped plenty." "I got it from here." "We're running out of time." "Plus, I'm the one it wants, right?" "So don't you want me around?" "That's exactly why i don't want you around." "Pastor." "Pastor Erikson." "Hey." "Whoa, whoa." "Pastor, he's-- well, he's indisposed right now." "Uh-uh." "I gotta see the pastor." "My girl, she's gone mad." "I don't know what to do." "What's your name?" "Emmett." "Emmett, tell me what happened now." "Wait a minute, you're the guy from the town-hall meeting." "What's going on?" "Is something making people sick?" "Is my little girl sick?" "Emmett, just tell me exactly what happened." "I got home about an hour ago." "There was a man outside on the front lawn with a bullet wound in his head." "And I went inside, and my little one, my girl, she's got a knife to her." "So I tell her to run, and then she looks at me, and her eyes were all black." "My girl-- lead me to her." "Come on." "Let's go." "Come on." "What are you waiting for?" "Let's go." "She's down there." "No other exit to that basement, right?" "No, sir." "All right." "How will we do this?" "Let me think for a second here." "If she's possessed, she in a lot of pain?" "That's right." "She sure is." "There's gotta be a way I can help." "How can I help her?" "There is a way to do that." "How?" "The only way is by killing her." "What?" "What'd you say to me?" "You're gonna be putting her out of a lot of misery." "I can't." "I can't kill my little girl." "That ain't your little girl down there no more." "I don't understand." "Wouldn't it just be the same problems but inside of me now?" "What we're gonna do is make poison, you drink it, you go down there, do the deed, wait to die, you will be with your girl." "Wouldn't want her to be alone, would you?" "I can't." "All right." "I'll do it." "No." "What--?" "What's she going through right now?" "She is screaming, she's down there." "She's burning up, waiting for the whole thing to end." "Oh, Jesus." "There's gotta be another way." "I can't kill my daughter, you gotta understand that." "You listen to me." "You wanna honor your little girl, better put her out of her misery." "All right." "I'll do it." "Come on, Evelyn, let's make this poison now." "How long will I have to bear it?" "Couple of minutes, tops." "Jesus, no." "It's okay." "It's okay." "Come on." "You ready?" "So she'll be at rest?" "Once it's inside you, it's out of her." "What's it gonna be like for me?" "Well, I'd be lying if I said it was gonna be pleasant." "Here." "So..." "I take this, and i-- kill it." "All right." "I know what I have to do." "Drink it while it's hot now." "All right." "Thanks." "Sure." "Everybody get down on the ground." "What the hell is going on?" "I'm sorry." "I thought they'd give me more time." "You damn fool." "Shut your mouth." "Guys, I'm not doing too good." "Deacon Shepherd, look, you're making a huge mistake." "It's nice to see you too, Evelyn." "Give us a few more minutes." "Let us finish what we're doing." "Then you can take over the operation." "Is that an order?" "Sir, something's wrong with this one." "What have you done to this man?" "Drift leaf, mainly." "It's a poison." "You poisoned this man?" "Get him the hell out of here." "Wait." "What exactly is your role in this?" "Go to hell." "Got it." "Hard case." "Put him in the Van." "As for you, you go outside." "I'll talk to you later." "Wait." "You have no idea-- I'll deal with you later." "Scour these premises." "Jebediah." "Jebediah, i-- don't." "They would've come even if I hadn't called." "What do they know?" "I told them everything." "I didn't think they would believe me." "We'll deal with this later." "Get ready." "Check the door." "Turn around right now." "Un-cuff him." "Don't do this." "Un-cuff him right now." "Hold it." "You idiot." "We have to go now." "Now." "Get in the damn car." "You're fucking dead." "She's got the gun, smartass." "What was that?" "It was exactly what I told you." "No, that can't be." "There must be some kind of-- there isn't." "We need you to cooperate with us now." "You wouldn't touch me." "Without my testimony, you're both gonna be on the hook for that bloodbath there." "Testimony?" "I don't think you understand the time frame we're on here." "I have been shot." "I'm wounded." "First we're gonna get me medical attention." "Then we'll talk about what happened back there." "Please, okay, okay." "What happened while we were outside?" "The little girl, she came out of the back room." "She-- she attacked-- she killed three of my men." "We fired on her." "And then one of my guys fired on me, clipped me in the shoulder." "Ow!" "Then what happened?" "I fired on him, and then I ran." "Fuck you both." "You'd have run too." "Okay." "Did you hit him?" "Yeah." "Yes, but it wasn't a kill-shot." "Where'd you hit him?" "Lower abdomen." "All right." "Cuff him now." "What?" "What is this?" "Wait a minute." "What the fuck are you doing?" "I am with you, okay?" "You're both fucking crazy." "Clearly, there's something very unnatural going on here." "Why don't we get in the car, drive back," "I'll explain everything, all will be forgiven." "I don't think we have time for that." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "Ahh!" "I'll do it." "I'll fucking do it." "Agent Pierce." "I'm sorry, jebediah." "Trust me, if it weren't for me, those men back there would still be alive." "Well, you should've told me." "Let's just be clear with each other from now on." "What are we gonna do with him?" "Well, we're just gonna find a suitable place and end this." "And who's gonna kill it?" "Yeah." "Well, I'm just gonna have to figure something out." "It doesn't have to be like this." "We can keep going." "We can find another way." "There is no other way." "Someone has to die." "That's the rules." "Yeah, but you're-- you're important." "You're-- why am I important?" "Because I kill demons?" "Should you wanna die instead of me?" "Would I like for this to be someone else?" "You bet your ass." "But you're different." "You got that power inside of you that you have to harness." "You're important." "Hell of a lot more important than I am in this fight." "Let's get this over with." "It's got one bullet." "All right." "Take care of my car." "Stop." "Damn it, what's with this guy?" "What in the name of god are you doing to this poor man?" "Padre, you're gonna have to stop." "Don't take another step." "Pastor Erikson, you need to leave." "You don't know-- and I do not wish to know." "Free this man." "Wait." "Don't do it." "Restrain him." "Get off me." "What are you doing?" "Think about it." "You saw the demon." "You saw it." " You shut your mouth." " You saw the demon." "You will not poison me." "I'm trying to help you, pastor." "What are you gonna do, kill me?" "Be gone, devil." "Get away from me." "There's no chance." "There's no fucking chance." "You heard the lady." "Oh, you sick fucker." "Evelyn, don't do it." "Don't kill it." "I'vebeendoing thisa longtime." "Ican'ttellyou  ifthere'saheavenorhell,  orwhat'soutthere." "ButonethingIcan tellyouforcertain isthatevilexists." "Youcanrunawayfrom it, youcanburyit,  maybeyoucan evenslowit down, butyoucan'tstopit." "Soonerorlater,maybe notevenin yourlifetime, thatevilwillbeback ."