Wraith (2017) Script

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[girl's voice] The wind blows wherever it wants.

You can hear it, but cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.

Just as you cannot explain how people are born of the spirit.


[music playing over car radio]

[turns ignition off]

-[sighs] -Wait.

What?

Where are the keys?

Babe, remember, I have them.

Just because you wouldn't let me drive doesn't mean I can't at least open the door.

[laughing] Are you okay?

Shh!

[mumbling]

[door creaking open]

Shh!

Congratulations, you passed the "key in the lock" challenge.

[woman giggling]

I see.

[muffled chatter through walls]

Guys, no.

[man] So how's our mood?

[woman] I am always in the mood.

[man] I know you are...

Are you kidding me? Gross.

[music playing over earbuds]


[boy whispering] Mama.

[whispering] Hey.

Did you hear that?

What?

I heard something.

Like what?

What'd you hear?

Like Lucy, but not Lucy.

[sighs]

Maybe I didn't hear anything.

Was it a dream?

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe.

No, I don't think so.


[girl's voice] I don't want to die.

It's not time for me to die.

[Lucy] You got to be kidding me.

[door opens and closes]

Hey, Mom, Dad!

I told you I was going through some hard times in business.

A rough patch.

Mom has a job. We don't have to move.

I love the thought sweetie, but being a writer doesn't mean I have a job unless somebody buys my writing.

It's kind of like putting a "for sale" sign out front.

I mean, it doesn't mean anything's sold until somebody wants to buy it.

We're just keeping our options open.

This is where we live.

You can't sell it for that reason alone.

Well, someone would have to make a really good offer before we'd even consider saying yes.

Now, the people who built this house back in 1800-something, they built it for themselves.

They never planned on anybody else living here.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, this house, it's not meant for anyone in particular.

We'll be here for a short while, just like the people before us.

And we certainly won't be the last ones to live here.

Not the way this place was made.

You don't get it. This is my home.

I live here.

You know, when we first moved here, the thought of living in an old house with an historical vibe, it was great.

But the maintenance is never-ending.

The taxes are killing us.

I mean, people are always outside like it's some sort of tourist attraction.

What maintenance?

The plumbing. I mean, the pipes are ancient.

-The roof. -The yard.

Grass just keeps growing and growing, whether somebody cuts it or not.

Dad doesn't have a job. He can cut it.

Plus, winter's coming. Stuff stops growing.

Problem solved.

The house is a bit big for a family of three.

I think it's time to let somebody else live here.

You already made up your minds!

I hate you guys.

[sighs]

Well, we've talked about this time and time again.

I know. Just give her some time.

[camera shutters clicking]

[sighs]

[camera shutters clicking]


[sighs]

Oh, really.

Great.

Now?

-♪ Happy birthday to you -♪ Happy birthday to you

-♪ Happy birthday, dear Lucy -♪ Happy birthday, dear Lucy

-♪ Happy birthday to you -♪ Happy birthday to you All right.

-Happy birthday, sweetie. -Make a wish.

-[laughs] -All right.

Well...

-Well? -Well, what?

Oh, my goodness.

[sighs]

I forgot the gifts.

Oh, no.

-Yeah. -Mom?

-Maybe next year, hon. -Dad?

So not cool.

[both laugh]

You know, I think I might have seen a few things in the living room.

-Did you see...? -Oh. Yeah, maybe.

Maybe some sparkles and bows.

-Come on. -All right, let's go.

Come on, squirt, give us some credit.

You know how special birthdays are around here.

All right, I got it.

[mother] Yeah, grab a few.

[sighs]

[father] How about this one first?

[mother] So, what'd you wish for?

[Lucy] Can't tell you.

-[mother] Ugh! -[father] What?

Can't tell us or won't tell us?

[mother] Yeah.

[Lucy] It's kind of weird.

[mother laughs]

Okay, well, happy birthday, anyway.

[blows]

Hello?

Somebody there?

[father] Oh, man.

[mother] No kidding.

[father] Whoa.

Holy...

I mean, how'd that happen?

The usual way.

[laughs]

[sighs]

The party night?

Yeah.

I think our little... after-party.

[groans and laughs]

You sure?

I mean, as much as I can trust the little pee sticks.

I'm going to go see Dr. Green for a follow-up next week.

[sighs]

All right, well, let's assume it's for real.

What then?

Then it would be ridiculous.

I mean, right?


I'll be home a little early tonight.

Jack Simmons is coming over for a quick drink.

Jack? Really?

What's that about?

He's thinking about teaming up. Talking about a new start-up.

Isn't he sort of the boy who cried wolf at this point?

Well, can't argue that he made the right call on that pharmaceutical start-up.

Yeah, but that was then, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Hey, sweetie, you want to go out to dinner tonight?

Just you and me?

Jack still has some of his family money.

Along with my reputation, I think we can get even more investments.

What's the concern?

I don't mean to put the kibosh on anything, but I just... I don't always feel comfortable around Jack.

My dad partnered up with a guy one time who was not, to say the least, his style.

But, uh, you know, sometimes it takes all types to get it done, right?

I suppose.

This house is haunted.

How so?

Last night in my room, I just felt I wasn't alone.

Well, are you sure your iPad was turned off?

Knew I could count on you, Mom.

You know, the house is over a hundred years old.

Squeaks and drafts, kind of comes with the territory.

I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.

And, you know, spirits and ghosts... you know all that's BS, right?

Don't tell me a house like this doesn't have at least one ghost.

Well, when we bought the house, the ghost box wasn't checked.

What if this is a new ghost?

How can a ghost be new?

Like you're an expert at anything.

Lucy!

[scoffs]

[clock ticking]

[sighs]

[TV turns on]

Dennis?

Dennis?

Dennis?

Luce?

[turns TV off]

[woman, on TV] ...heard us say that we needed to get back on the wagon.

They put us back on the wagon.

I was like, "What is going on here, Adam?"

And he's like, "Well, this isn't a beginner workout.

You're essentially a beginner right now."


[woman, on TV] ...other documents, it's time to clean house in "Smart Woman: What to Keep, What to Toss."

Someone in our community will win a few furn--

[sighs]

[dog barks]

Oh!

Oh! Oskar!

Oh, sweetheart.

You poor baby.

I'm sorry, buddy.

There you go, buddy.

Oh, good boy.

I'm so sorry.


[knock on door]

[Dennis] Honey, will you get that?

[Lucy] Yeah.

[mother] Who is that?

[Dennis] Probably Jack.

Wow, look at you. You are growing up.

What grade are you in now?

-Eighth. -Eighth grade.

Well, that is a great grade to be in.

Mm-hmm.

Ah. Hey, Dennis.

Will you take a look at little missy here, huh?

-Yeah, that's my daughter. -Mm-hmm.

-Let's go into my study. -All right.

I was just telling your little girl how she's all grown up, right before our very eyes.

You must be a very proud papa.

-Scotch? -Uh, no.

No, I'm on the wagon for the moment.

Can I have a glass of milk, please?

And I'll have a sauvignon blanc.

Oh, wait.

I'm sorry, um, can I get a--

Can I get a sparkling water with lime instead?

Thank you.

Don't tell me. Not another diet.

No, just being careful.

No way. You're not going to tell me...

What?

Women don't drink when they're...

Gross! You did it with Dad?

Lucy!

Come on.

How else do you think that would that work?

Seriously, how?

We'll talk about it later.

No. I took biology.

You get pregnant, which means you're going to have a baby.

Well, not necessarily.

I mean, for the time being, at least, women can still kind of make up their mind about that kind of thing.

Oh.

Did you have to make the same decision before you had me?

No, honey.

No, of course not.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot.

Anyway, this is just a hypothetical discussion.

So just for fun, how would you feel about having a baby brother or sister?

Strange.

Not sure.

It could be kind of cool, actually.

Yeah? You wouldn't--

You wouldn't feel weird about being 14 and having a baby sister?

-Is it a girl? -Hey, not so fast.

I never said I was pregnant.

It's just a... just a hypothetical discussion.


I know you're here.

Have you ever felt alone?

So alone that no one even knows you're alive?

There's something in my room at night.

Like what?

Not sure. Something.

Does it make any noise?

No. It's just there.

You know... when I was your age, I was doing drugs.

-Are you doing drugs? -Dennis.

Like I can afford drugs on my allowance?

Then how do you explain this?

Mm, that's a picture of your arm.

Yeah, but I didn't take it.

I'm sure there's an explanation.

You've heard of a butt dial? That's a butt photo.

[laughs]

Funny, Dad.

That's funny.

[boy whispering] Mama.

[sighs]

[sniffles and exhales]

[creaking and thumping]

[sobs softly]


[children giggling]


[sighs]

May I help you with something?

-Hi. -Hi.

I'm Mary Squire. I'm one of the librarians here.

Are you looking for something specific, or just browsing around?

I was actually trying to find a little history on some of the houses around here.

-I live just up the street. -Here? On Wisconsin Avenue?

-Uh, no, I'm on Forrest. -Oh, which house?

-The address? -No, which house?

The Babcock House? The Hawk's House?

Kimberly. Gilbert. Shattuck. Buchannan.

Right. I'm in the Clarkson house.

Okay.

Around here it's better than an address.

That's how we keep track of things.

So, what would you like to know?

I don't know, I was just wondering about who lived there before us.

You know, what were they like?

Well, I think you're going to love this room.

This is where we keep all the files on the historic homes.


[mother] Look at this.

Ah.

Yeah, Alexander Clarkson.

He patented a paper-making process, and then used it to mint money.

-That's a joke. -[both chuckle]

The US Mint used his paper to make dollar bills.

Paper currency.

You know, by the look of this picture, maybe they were heading to Easter services.

I want to know more about them.

Well, you're welcome to look at anything.

It's as much your history as anyone's.

Maybe more.


-Everybody hold still, please. -[camera clicks]

The flowers look beautiful, Mr. Stein.

Thank you for all your hard work.

Danke.

May you a very joyous Easter.

We hope you have a good Passover.


So he was literally was making money by... by making money.

Maybe we should start prying up the floorboards to see if he left any.

[mother] Anyway, there's more.

And I don't know the cause for it yet, but there is some sort of... some sort of sadness here.

Like a melancholy.

A spirit.

Bam. Told you.

Maybe he'd like to split the mortgage with us.

Stein.

Their last name was Stein.

-Who? -Their servants.

The Clarksons.

And where did you see this?

Uh, I can't say.

I've been all through this.

I couldn't find any record of the Clarkson's domestic help.

I mean, the servant family would have lived with them, but not necessarily put down the same roots.

They were kind of more in the shadows, and those records, if there even are any, would be really hard to come by if not impossible.

I mean, there's got to be something.

What about citizenship, voting registration, school enrollment?

Katie, these people lived over a hundred years ago.

I mean, long before Google.

And even if they had any children, there's the possibility that they're... uh, they were homeschooled in their native tongue while the sheets were out drying on the line.

There has to be something.

There's a father, a mother and a girl about 12.

And you're basing your conclusions on...

Hey, there has to be a record of them coming into the country.

What about a ship's manifest from, I don't know. somewhere in the '1800s?

Okay, I have to admit I'm a little surprised.

I mean, most people are concerned with the prominent families, the captains of industry and their money.

And your fascination is with the help?

She might still be there.

In my house.

She?

The girl.

Ah.

It sounds like maybe you've met Rebekah.

You know?

Is that her name?

Just as every house has its storied past, many of them allegedly have their resident ghosts.

In fact, it was once said that Lady Smith was in such competition with Mrs. Kimberly that she boasted of having a second ghost.

Yours is Rebekah.

Do you know anything else about her?

Well, you're not going to find it here, I'll tell you that.

Oh, so what's next?

How far do you want to take this?

I don't know.

I just... somehow this feels important to me.

To my family... she just seems familiar.

Why does any ghost remain?

An emotional attachment to the place?

Unfinished business?

A yearning? A longing?

Why don't you ask her?

[scratching noise]

[scratching noise continuous]


[scratching noise continuous]

Hello?

Are you there?

Are you trapped or something?

Hey, Lucy.

What's up, honey?

There's a scratching in my bedroom.

Dad, you're on.

Sort of in that area.

[scratching sound]

Yeah, I think it's in the wall.

Maybe downstairs.

Come on, squirt, let's check it out.

Seen the flashlight?

[scratching noise]

I don't know.

It's got to be around here somewhere.

[scratching noise continuous]

[sighs]

Well, it's probably a rodent of some sort.

Maybe a rat.

I'll call an exterminator tomorrow.

[loud shrieking]

-Katie? -Mom?

Sound asleep.

What was that?

This is getting weirder by the second.

[girl crying and whimpering]

You didn't invite any of your friends over, did you?

Dad, it's a school night.

[soft whimpering]

I think it's coming from the attic.

Well... why don't we check this out tomorrow?

Really?

All right.

Let's see what it is.

Wow.

I haven't been up here in ages.

[Lucy] Remember, Dad, you said ghosts were BS.

[Dennis] Yeah, I did, didn't I?


Oh, my.

Look at this.

[girl whimpers]

[Lucy] Hello?

Where are you?

[Dennis sighs]

[Dennis] Come on, you really think someone's in here?

[door creaking]

Well, I'll be.

A stairway.

Did you know about this stairway?

[Lucy] I thought I explored every inch of this house.

[Dennis] Well, I guess it's a servant's stairway.

It probably goes down to the kitchen, or somewhere else on the first floor.

You feel a light switch?

You know this house might have been built before electricity.

Okay.

You stay here. I'm going to go to the first floor and see where this comes out.

I'm going to knock on the walls, and when I get close let me know.

Uh, okay.

Okay.


[breathing heavily]

Dad.

Dad, I'm low on power. I'm going to run out of power.

Dad?

Dad, where are you?

Dad! Dad where are you?

[breathing heavily]

Dad, please get me out of here.

[girl's voice] Dad!

[Lucy] Dad!

Dad, there's someone here!

[Lucy screams]

[loud crash]

Dad, please get me out of here!

-Can you hear me, baby? -[Lucy] Please help!

Okay, I'm coming.

I got you, baby.

-You okay? -No.

You keep asking that.

Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry I left you.

You know what?

Why don't we just go back to sleep.

We can explore more in the morning.

[scratching noises]

All right, we've checked every part of the house.

[scratching and rattling]

Mystery solved.

There's something stuck here in the downspout.

Huh.

Like I said, I'll call the exterminator tomorrow, they'll come out and get it out.

End of problem.

[Lucy] Will they kill it?

[Dennis] Well, whatever it is, it's trapped.

So if it gets out, it'll probably just come back and get trapped again.

So, yes, to answer your question, they'll probably put it to sleep.

All right, come on.

[sighs]

All right.

You take out your phone, call your mom.

Tell her to come open the door.

[Lucy] My battery is dead, remember?

[Dennis] Oh, boy.

[sighs]

Oh, what the heck.

If I'm going to take out the ladder to wake up your mom, might as well rescue a rat.

All right, you got it?

Here, hold that.

All right, are you in there?

Come on.

-Go a little higher. -All right.

You got the ladder?

I don't know about this thing.

Can you hold it?

Come on, get out of there.

-Higher. -Come on, man.

Come on, you rat.

Get out.

Watch out, Dad. Watch out.

[Dennis screams]

[groans]

[Lucy laughs]

Dad, you're my hero.

If you are done for the evening, can we get back inside, please?

[sighs]

Come on.

Are you okay?

[sighs]

[scratching noise]

[objects clatters and rolls]


[Lucy shrieks]

-[Katie] Lucy? -[Dennis] Oh, what now.

Lucy!

[Dennis] What? What is it?

You haven't seen this before?

It'll only be a few days. Back before you know it.

Can't you just do a Skype meeting with these guys?

You know how all that goes.

I go in person, it puts me ahead of everyone else who doesn't.

It's just not a good time.

There's never a good time.

When are you going to be back?

[sighs]

No way of knowing.

Why?

Well, there are just some decisions that need to be made, Dennis.

Well, I need to get something going.

Either this offer or something with Jack.

I mean, the consulting business just isn't what it used to be.

At least not in the paper industry.


[girl hums]

Hello?


[inhales deeply and sighs]

[thunder rumbles]

[typing]

[thunder crashes]


Hey, Lucy. It's Uncle Jack.

Come on, it's nasty weather out there.

Jump in. I'm heading your direction.

[girl's voice] Don't talk to that man.

Come on.

That's okay. I'm almost home.

Come on, get in.

[girl's voice] Do not get in that car!

Come on, get in.

I'll give you a lift right to your front door.

There you go. You want a little help with your seat belt?

No, thank you.

[sighs]

Look at you. You are absolutely soaked.

It's raining.

I bet you can't wait to get out of those wet clothes and into a nice, hot shower, huh?

Mr. Simmons, I'm not really comfortable with the conversation we're having.

Oh, I'm sorry, little girl.

I was just making nice-nice.

Hey, Mr. Simmons, I think you missed the turn to my house.

-Mr. Simmons? -Please, call me Jack.

You missed the turn to my house. It was back there.

I know I did.

I thought you'd like to take a bit more of a ride and dry off.

[locks click]

Now you shut up and listen to me and do exactly as I tell you to do, and you'll be home in time for dinner with your mommy.

When my dad hears about this--

Your dad is not in town.

-Let me out of here right now! -Shut up!

[screams]

[groaning]


[distant police siren]

[door closes]

-[Katie] Is that you, Luce? -[Lucy] Yeah.

[Katie] I'm sorry I didn't come and get you.

I got a little busy with this.

It sounded like it was really pouring for a while.

Guess I'm a bad mom.

[Lucy] I'm going to go take a shower.

[Katie] Sounds like a good idea.

I'll get dinner going.

[Lucy] When is dad going to be home?

[Katie] Uh, tomorrow.

Uh, he mentioned that he's got another meeting with Jack.

You know, Mr. Simmons?

There's a chance we might get to keep the house.

[Lucy] I don't think that's going to happen.

[Katie] What, babe?

[Lucy] Nothing.

Yeah, I'm going to take her to Dr. Allen tomorrow, just as a precaution.

[Dennis, on phone] I just can't believe he would try something like that.

Unbelievable.

-I'm going to the police. -No, no, no, don't.

I... they don't need to know anything more right now.

[Dennis] I wish I was there.

Okay.

[Dennis] I'm sorry you're dealing with this.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Okay, bye.

[Dennis] Bye.

Come here, sweetheart.

I would die if anything ever happened to you.

I love you.

You sleep well, okay?


It's you.

How did you know he was a bad man?

Didn't you?

Then why did you get in the car?

I was cold.

And I thought because he knew my dad, it was okay.

Did you kill that man?

No, but he would have killed you.

Who are you then?

I want to be your sister.

[indistinct chattering]


[sighs]

[gasps]

Who are you?

I want to live.

Leave me alone!

[panting]

[gasps]

Leave me alone, please. Please.

I think you need to see this guy.

I'm not one to say the Neenah Library has met its match, but in your case, I think maybe it has.

He's the real deal.

Retired now, if a person in his profession can ever actually retire.

How do you know him?

He tried to help me recently.

I hope he can help you.

Thank you.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

Hello?

[typing]

[man] Hello?

Hi. Um, I'm sorry. The...

There wasn't a receptionist out front, so I just let myself in.

Oh, she's probably out getting coffee.

I can catch her.

Oh, no. I'm fine.

Cream? Sugar?

That'd be great.

Elsa, add a cappuccino to that order, please.

Thank you.

Robert Ehrlich.

Father Ehrlich.

Uh, Katie Lukens.

Katie Lukens.

I haven't heard that name before.

There's a list, continually updated, of every name in our parish.

I pray for them all daily.

You pray for hundreds of people every day?

Thousands.

Those that have not yet taken their first breath and those who are about to take their last.

What parish do you belong to?

Uh... we don't.

Another faith community?

No. Not at the moment.

[Ehrlich] Oh.

Please.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

[Ehrlich clears throat]

What can I do for you, Mrs. Lukens?

How did you know I was married?

Well, when I asked you what parish you belonged to, you said, "we don't."

Which means a family unit.

Am I right?

My husband's name is Dennis.

And we... we weren't really raised in any kind of religious tradition.

Uh, we have a daughter, Lucy. She's 14.

Other children?

No.

So... why are you here, Katie?

[sighs]

I'm not sure.

We were doing research on our house.

It's about 125 years old.

-Mm-hmm. -And we were just wondering about the former occupants, because--

I see someone got through our elaborate security?

[Ehrlich] Elsa, this is Katie Lukens.

Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Lukens.

Likewise, thank you.

[Ehrlich] Thank you.

[Katie] So, Miss Squire, the librarian, she said that you might be a good source to talk to about this.

Lovely lady.

I only met her once.

I have no idea what she meant.

It's embarrassing, but we think that there could be something in our house.

-Mm-hmm. -Like a... a spirit.

[Ehrlich] A spirit?

Do you feel any danger in your house?

Any for you and your family?

Yes.

Mrs. Lukens, please understand I'm here to serve you.

What is it you're not telling me?

I'm sorry, Father, I... I...

If there is something in your house, to put it frankly, there has to be a void for it to be there.

A void?

A vacuum. An emptiness.

What do you think might be lacking, Father?

Something that can give you protection for you and your family.

Okay, so... when something is hungry or... or trapped.... you become alarmed.

Why?

Are you trapped?

Are you... are you threatened in some way?

[sighs]

[toilet flushes]

How's it going?

I'm pregnant, remember?

[sniffles]

How was your trip?

Same old routine.

Times are tight, we'll get back to you.

The usual.

Everyone wants to hire a consultant, but no one wants to pay for one.

So where are you with this?

Where am I?

Where are you?

You left me here to deal with this by myself.

I... wanted to respect whatever decision you make.

I don't even know if there's a decision to make.

What's that mean?

I just feel so alone.

And this, in this house.

There is something here, Dennis.

Or someone here in this house.

Lucy was right.

Katie, you're not going to let some apparition... cloud your judgment?

Is this like part of being pregnant or something?

This is not my hormones talking.

This is real.

Okay.

Can we even do this now? Financially?

Money.

You know what?

I'll take care of it.

I'll take care of it.


What the...?

Who are you?

What's going on here?

Daddy.


I'd say you're about 9 weeks along.

First trimester.

Um... do you think there'll be any complications?

Not this early.

It's a perfectly safe procedure.

No harm or risk whatsoever.

May I schedule for next week?

Uh...

yes.

[girl shrieking]

[shrieking]

[phone rings]

Hello?

I found them.

-Who? -The Steins.

The Clarksons' servants. You were right.

Their name is Stein.

And what about their daughter?

They had no daughter.

They were childless.

Are you sure?

Back then families were always buried together, especially if the child died prematurely.

Then... then who is Rebekah?

She may not exist.

She may never have existed.

-[loud crash] -[screams]

[panting]


[girl's voice] How does it feel?

Feel?

Being alive.

It can be a pain sometimes.

[girl] But not all the time.

Maybe not all the time, but lately, most of the time.

[girl] If I can touch you someday and you can feel it, will you know it's me?

[Lucy] Why are you here then?

I want to be here. I need to be here.

This is my home.

Okay, but why?

I want to live.

Lucy?

Yes?

Something bad is going to happen.

[screams and gasps]

No!

Moloch!

[door slams]


How are you, Katie?

You were visited again?

Yes.

And contact was made?

Yes.

It spoke to me.

It said a word.

It was, um... "moloch," I think.

Or "molluck."

Do you know what that means?

I can't say that word in here. This is too sacred a place.

And that name, too profane.

Although you may find an image, it'll only be a mere representation of Moloch.

Also known as Molech, and a host of other blasphemous variations.

Moloch is the name of an ancient Ammonite god.

He appears in the Book of Deuteronomy, and then once again in the Book of Leviticus.

There is a valley, Gehenna, by Jerusalem, where apostate Israelites and followers of various false gods, including Moloch, sacrificed their children by fire.

They sacrificed them?

[Ehrlich] The threw their newborn children into fire.

Moloch demanded it.

How could they do that? Why would they do that?

[Ehrlich] The pagan world was cruel.

They wanted success, security, prosperity.

But if their fortune was at risk on the seas and their ship came in, a child was a gift of gratitude.

If they had a great misfortune, the child was the price.

Was there weeping?

I'm sure there was.

But why children?

I mean, what does this demigod want with children?

[Ehrlich] Moloch mocks God by desiring what is God's, not his.

I'm not saying that God hates one thing more than another.

But the innocent blood of a child is a de facto sacrifice to Moloch.

Out of our arrogance, it seems that we have control.

But God is the author of all life.

He owns life itself.

The question is, Katie, what do you think it means?

I think your daughter's in danger.

Mortal danger.


[girl] I must go now.

Where are you going?

Away.

Why?

Moloch.

What's that?

Destroyer of life.

And it's coming here?

Right here.

[Lucy] Hey, wait a minute.

Why is Moloch coming?

He was invited.


[screams]

No!

Let me go! Stop!

[gasps and screams]

-Get off me! -Baby...

Stop it! Get off me!

-Hey... -No! Let go.

[breathing heavily]

Let go.

Oh, God.

[flips light switch]

No.

Ow.

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

[buzzing]

Dennis? Dennis!

Sister, where are you?

[Katie] Dennis!

Hey. You okay?

-I don't know! -[pots clanging]

-What's going on here? -I don't know!

Oh!

[pounding on door]

Oh, Father Ehrlich.

[breathing heavily]

This is the priest I was telling you about.

I see. Come in, please.

And you too, Katie?

You welcome me here?

Yes. Yes, you are.

[Ehrlich] Thank you.

This house has never been blessed.

[praying in Latin]

St. Michael and the archangels, defend us in battle.

Be our protection against the wickedness...

Are you going to bless the house now, Father?

It's too late for that.

Well, can we do something?

No.

Just stay here.

As smoke is driven away, so they'll be driven away.

[house creaks]

[sighs]

As wax melts before a fire, the wicked will perish in the presence of God.

[door opens]

[panting]

Lucy.

May you be protected... from all unclean spirits, satanic powers... and wicked legions and similes.

And the strengths and powers of our Lord, Jesus Christ.

Amen.

By the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake...

and reject the attacks and the deceit of Satan.

Dennis and Katie Lukens...

[prays in Latin]


Ah.

There you are.

Beast.

[praying in Latin]

May God rebuke, we humbly pray, and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the divine power of God...

[praying in Latin]

[punch lands]

[gasps and sighs]

We meet again.

You who are called Desolation.

Blasphemy.

[sighs]

[groans]

[punch lands]

[gasps]

[groaning]

The owner of all life and the author of our faith has dominion here.

[punches landing]

[loud crash]

Cast into hell, Satan of the evil spirit.

It is he who claims the child of Katie and Dennis Lukens.

[grunts]

[groans]

He who is in me is greater than he who is in the world.

[sighs]


[grunts]

[sighs]

[chuckles]

And who might you be, my little one?

[whispers] This is my family...

How are you?

Alive.

Hmm.

That will be my prayer.

[sighs]

What happened?

It's gone.

That's it? It's... it's gone?

Yes. At least for now.

Well, is there anything...

I mean...

It's simple.

Just don't give it what it wants.

Please protect the life in there.

As long as you do, you won't hear from any evil spirits any longer.

I don't think you know what I mean.

I do.

Protect Lucy.

We both know what I'm talking about.

Protect all the life in this house.

By the way, it's bad form to lie to a priest.

Should you ever have the good sense to become a Catholic, I will see you in confession.

I'll take you home.

No.

I can find my way home.


[girl] I was watching a spider make its web, and it was simply glorious.

It let out the silk from its body and wove it in such an intricate pattern.

I was truly amazed at its artistry.

Then a man came along to paint the post, and he painted all over everything, destroying the spider's web and the spider as well.

I do not know if he did this by accident or on purpose.

I watched the poor spider writhing in pain as it suffocated, its many legs reaching for something to grasp, longing, searching for air, searching for light.

It was in its natural habitat, and the world came in and destroyed it.

As the spider died, part of me died, too.

Tell me why you're here.

You don't know?

No.

We were a happy family.

We weren't perfect, but things weren't that bad either.

But then you showed up.

I almost remember the day.

I'm sure you do.

So why are you here?

I'm here to protect your daughters.

Daughters?

That's impossible.

Is it?

You're not the girl in the pinafore dress.

She never was.


[door opens]

[door closes]

-May I? -Mm.

How are you doing?

I'm good.

I feel okay.

[inhales and exhales]

I'm at peace with my decision.

Well, I don't think there's a whole lot more for me to offer you.

Should feel free to go in the next few hours.

[sighs]

In the old days, didn't... didn't women get to stay for a few days?

Like you said, the old days.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Hi, Luce.

She's wrinkly.

Mm-hmm.

That'll go away... and then come back in about 40 years.

Can I hold her?

Of course.

There you go.

Funny.

I feel like I know her already.

Like she belongs.

[baby cooing]

This is cool.

Can you take a picture?

Sure, honey.

[camera shutters click]

Have you chosen a name yet?

I was thinking about Rebekah.

That is the most lovely name.

That's right.

Oh, you're losing your hat.

Hey. My turn.

Want to go to Daddy?

Okay, let me...

-There you go. -There you are.

[laughs]

Will miracles never cease?

You know, if you believe the old Italian proverb that every baby comes with a loaf of bread under its arm.

[Dennis] Bread?

Do you have a loaf of bread?

Hmm?

Should I wait a few weeks before throwing her in the air?

I think that's a good idea, babe.

[laughs]

All right, let's go to mama.

Here you go.

Hello, little baby.

Oh, there you go. Yeah.

Great, she's officially now more popular than me.

[Katie] Well, you're going to have to get used to that with a little baby sister around.

[Lucy] Oh, my gosh. It's her.


[man] You ready?