- Noah!
- Huh?
- Noah!
- What?
- They're here. I saw them.
Where are you going?
- I'm hungry.
- Well, don't leave me here.
- You'll be fine.
- Noah.
- I'll get something
for you, too.
- Noah!
I know who they are.
Noah!
Noah?
Oh, oh, what have I
done? What have I done?
- Why are we here?
What
is the point
of any
of this?
We're here for such
an insurmountably
small amount of time
in the existence
of the universe.
And yet, I ask you,
why?
Why
is it coming
to an end
now?
Because it is
the end.
It's not coming.
It's here.
We stand
on the precipice of time,
watching the world burn!
But from
those ashes
we will rise
again!
- Amen.
- Amen.
- Um.
I'm not speaking metaphorically.
This...
This isn't grandiose.
It's, uh...
It's not a delusion.
This is the
unfortunate
truth.
Book of Daniel 12:2.
"Many who lie dead in the
ground will rise from the dead.
Some
will be given eternal life.
Others will be given nothing
but shame
and disgrace."
The resurrection
is here.
- Amen.
- Yes, brothers, sisters,
this is no fairytale.
This
is no time
to relax.
It is time
to open
your eyes
and gaze
at the flames that burn us!
The fire
that traps us
from seeing the truth.
The truth
which is right in front of you.
The blinding light.
w*r.
Plague.
Death!
The ultimate decider.
Despite
all
of this,
we're here,
building
one temple,
a shelter from the storm,
a home
for when the Lord arrives.
There will be
no chariots,
no trumpets
announcing.
But we must have faith
that these
are the signs
of his arrival.
- Where is she?
She was supposed to be
here half an hour ago.
- Are
we truly
ready to receive him?
The undead
will walk among us.
- Jeez. And I thought my
generation was too sensitive.
- A bunch of snowflakes.
- She's right.
- What?
- Mm-hmm.
We need
to look
for a reason to laugh
during these times.
So I thank you.
Shall we
condemn those that sin
without showing them the
path to righteousness?
Shall we
condemn these actions
without proper judgment?
Or
will we find
compassion
in ourselves
To help them?
- Don't f*cking touch me!
- Those chosen to walk
the path of righteousness
will be shown their
way in due time.
- Where is your daughter?
- She'll be here soon.
- She is a complete
embarrassment.
First she embarrasses us in
front of all of our friends.
Now she's late to
the family meeting.
I can't deal with this anymore.
- You heard Adam. We
have to be patient.
She'll find the way.
- Do not defend her.
- I'm not defending her!
- Oh yeah? Then
what are you doing?
- She'll be here
any second. Calm down.
- Ah!
- Someone's jumpy.
- Ah, come on, Rachel. You
know your mom has a weak heart.
- Look who decided to show up.
- Oh, cut her some slack.
- There you go,
defending her again!
- Adam is ready to see you now.
- Thank you, Bud.
- I...
I know the pain your
family must be in.
- Do you? Really?
Did you k*ll your brother?
- Will you shut up for one damn
minute? He's trying to help.
- I haven't.
And I'll never
understand how you feel.
But I'm
sure it is an unbearable
weight you must carry.
That you all carry.
Listen, um,
I'd like to offer you something.
It's my cabin upstate.
It's where I go to find solace.
It's where I found my faith
when I was lost and in the dark.
It may offer an opportunity
for healing, don't you think?
- Absolutely not.
- It's this reform school.
- You can't be serious!
- You will like
this a lot better.
I assure you.
So,
I'll make all the arrangements.
- Thank you so much.
- Of course, Noah.
- Thank you.
- Of course.
- Are you excited?
We're almost there.
- So excited.
- I thought you
wanted to be an actor.
Can't you at least
pretend to be excited?
- Whatever.
- Thank God Adam's letting
a stay at his place.
- What kind of religious
leader calls himself just Adam?
Like, who does that?
- It's not about him.
It's about our healing and...
- God.
- You sound like you're
in some kind of cult.
- Well, it's true.
- The cult?
- No!
- One of the reasons
we belong to this faith
is because it's
open to everyone.
There's no titles.
- She's not listening to you.
- I'm listening!
Ugh! Stop being such a bitch!
- What? Did you hear?
What she just said?
- You can't talk to your
mother like that, Rachel!
- Why, 'cause she's crazy?
- How dare you?
- Just stop it, both of you!
- You are so grounded!
- Ah!
- Is everyone okay?
- Holy sh*t!
Yeah.
- I hit my neck really hard.
- Can you check her, please?
- No, no, no! No!
sh*t!
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
get out of the car.
I don't think it's safe.
- What happened?
- I don't know. I think it's
leaking gas, or something.
- What are we gonna do?
- I don't know.
Come here.
We need to get her some help.
I'm sorry, honey. Lemme see.
- Dad, I'm still
feeling a little dizzy.
- Oh, I'm sorry, dear.
It's just a bit further.
- Ah, no! I can't
go any further.
Can't you look and see if
we've got a signal yet?
- Yeah.
No luck.
Well, can't we wait by the car?
- I don't know. It
smelled like gas.
- Maybe it's because
you had too many beans.
- Right?
Yeah, maybe, but that's a
different type of expl*si*n.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Are you okay?
- Do you have a phone? We
need to get her to a hospital.
- Of course.
My house is
just over there.
Not much further now.
Come.
- Oh.
Thank you. Thank you.
- What happened?
- I think I hit something in
the road and cut a fuel line.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- So what brings you to
my neck of the woods?
Few people come around up here.
- We're supposed to be staying
at our friend Adam's house.
- Adam! That religious guy?
Oh yeah.
His house is
just up the road.
I can take,
drop you off, if you'd like.
- Are you sure we're
talking about the same Adam?
- W- w- we wouldn't
wanna impose.
- No.
No trouble at all.
- No, absolutely not. I do
not feel right about this.
We do not know anything
about that guy.
- What other option do we have?
Are you ready?
you guys are a
bunch of nervous Nellies.
- How much further is it?
- Oh,
about, um,
10 more minutes or so.
- You said that a
half an hour ago.
- I'm joking.
It's just around the bend.
- Please, God,
let there be service.
- Hey,
you can pray all you want,
but there's not a blip
of service here.
- You're not serious.
- Ah.
Home,
sweet home.
- Ah!
Dammit!
I'm late for a date.
I'll get your car towed.
Don't worry about it.
I know where to
find you.
- Boy, that guy's, uh, that
guy's a little unique, huh?
- I'm just surprised
he has a date.
- Yeah, yeah.
Well, you know,
love can be blind.
- There's seriously
no service here.
- Well, I guess we'll just have
to talk to each other, then.
Where are you going?
- to get some air.
- She's so moody.
- Yeah. But maybe you
can cut her some slack.
- If you defend her one
more time, I'm leaving.
- Come on now.
- You think I'm overdoing it?
You don't see how
she looks at me.
She wants nothing to do with me.
- What the hell was that?
Did she just leave?
- Let her.
- Ah, sh*t.
- Ow!
- You okay?
- No!
Why does she do this to me?
It's like,
ever since Matthew d*ed,
I became the devil.
I don't get it.
I'm afraid she's
turning into me.
- No, no, honey.
Come on. Don't be like that.
Okay?
You know she still loves you.
Come here.
Stay here.
- What?
- Stay here.
I think I heard something.
- How can you eat
at a time like this?
- Starving ourselves isn't
gonna help us find her.
- I'm such a terrible mother.
- No, no.
Come on. You're not terrible.
Now, don't be so
hard on yourself.
- I'm sorry for causing so
much trouble all the time.
- I heard something.
- Oh, good. I thought
it was only me.
What are you doing?
- I found her passed out.
- Honey, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- I- i- is she-
- Daughter!
Who are you?
- I don't know.
- What? What do you
mean, you don't know?
- I don't know.
- Who are you?
- I don't, I- I don't remember.
- Oh, I'm scared. Who is he?
- What do you mean, you
don't remember? Who are you?
- Dad, don't yell at him.
- I don't know who this guy
is. He could be anybody.
- He saved me.
- Well, let's not
get carried away.
He's the one that
could've done this to you.
Where you from? Do you
live around here, huh?
- I don't know.
- I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have
to ask you the leave, then.
- Dad! But he helped me!
- I'm not gonna let someone
who doesn't even know who he is
stay with my family.
- Right.
- No, wait. Stop.
He obviously needs help,
and we need to help him.
We're people of
faith, aren't we?
- Maria, what do you think?
Oh, w- well,
we really don't know who he is.
- Mom, he seems like a
nice guy. I can tell.
Please, just trust me.
- Well, it's not like you're
gonna listen to me anyway.
- Hey.
- Yes?
- You can sort yourself out,
and we'll figure this
out tomorrow morning.
But if you even lay a
finger on my family,
I'll be forced to
resort to v*olence.
Are we clear?
- Yes, I understand, sir.
- Very well.
- I don't know what your
intentions are with my daughter,
but watch yourself.
- I have no ill intentions.
- Oh, so you know that,
but you don't know who you
are or where you're from?
- She told me about Matthew.
- What about him?
- It's clear to me that
she's in pain. You all are.
- And who are you to judge?
- I'm simply a man
who cares for others.
Thank you again for
letting me stay.
Have a good night.
- What? What's happening?
- There was someone in the room!
- Who, who? Was it that guy?
- No! There were
two little kids!
- Did you remember to
take your medicine today?
- It's not my medicine.
They were here.
- Are you sure you
took your medicine?
- Yes!
- Okay, it's...
Just go back to sleep.
It's okay, okay?
I'm here now.
It's okay.
- Okay.
- God,
grant me the serenity to accept
the things I cannot change,
the courage to change
the things I can,
and the wisdom to
know the difference.
Amen.
- Ah.
- So,
what's your deal?
- My deal?
Uh, what do you mean by that?
- Like, you still don't know
who you are, or anything.
- Yes. Unfortunately not.
- Does that bother you?
- Yes, I don't know what it
is I'm supposed to be doing,
or if there's anything
I need to be doing.
- You're chopping wood,
so that's something.
- Only because Noah said he
needed more wood for the stove.
- But you know how to do that.
- Well, doesn't everybody.
- I don't know how to do that.
- Um,
thank you, by the way,
for, um, telling me about
your family last night.
I feel like it helped
me in some way.
- Did you have a family?
- I think so. I mean, I must
have, but I don't remember.
- I would think someone like
you would want a family.
Don't you think?
- What do you mean?
- You know, like,
you're pretty cute,
and you seem like a nice guy.
- Thank you. Uh,
I think you're cute, too.
- What if we did something
to help you remember?
- Like what?
- Oh, I don't know. Does
anything ring a bell?
- I don't know. Wh
-wh- what do you think?
- How about this?
- Oh, uh...
My apologies, I, uh...
I was just not anticipating
such, such an action.
- Do you remember anything now?
- Uh...
This doesn't feel right.
- Come on. That was
barely even a kiss.
- No, no, I think, uh,
I'm just going to keep
chopping wood, okay?
- Fine. Suit yourself.
- There is no time to waste.
You must be baptized
by the Holy Spirit
if you are to be saved.
Those who walk amongst
shall be cleansed of
their original sin.
God,
cleanse this man of his sin,
where he now walks the path
of righteousness and grace.
He is now in your hands, Lord,
and will walk with
us in eternity.
- Preacher!
Preacher!
Preacher!
Baptize my children!
I am begging you!
- I will, Sylvia, but you
must bring them to me.
- No, no, no, no, no,
no! They are evil!
I am begging you! They
mustn't leave the house!
I need you to come baptize them!
Release the evil
from their souls!
- No, no, Sylvia.
They are not evil.
Though evil may reside within
them, they can be forgiven,
but you must bring them here.
- I cannot do that
which is not possible.
They cannot leave the house.
They will curse the land
that they walk upon.
- Sylvia. Sylvia, please,
bring the children to me.
- Hmm.
Look at this.
- What is it?
What is this?
- It's him.
The guy who's staying with us.
- No, it's not. This
is an antique photo.
- Look closer. It's him.
It looks just like him.
- Do you hear yourself?
How's that possible?
This photograph is at
least 50 years old.
- I know, I know.
But there is something
not right about that guy,
and this proves it.
- Some doppelganger photo
doesn't prove anything.
Millions of people
look like other people.
What is your point?
- Fine, whatever.
Don't listen to me.
I'm just the crazy one.
- Ah.
You're back.
- You're happy to see me now?
You seemed pretty okay
with me leaving before.
- Well, yes, but while
I was chopping wood,
I remembered something.
- You sure it wasn't the kiss?
- Maybe it was the kiss.
But I remembered there
was a lake nearby.
- Oh. That's very interesting.
- Would you and your
family like to go swimming?
- I don't know. Probably not.
- Why not?
- I don't know.
- I could show you.
It'll be fun.
- Hey!
Good to see you!
- Hey!
How's it going?
- Well, uh, yeah.
You know, it's, it's,
it's going, yes.
- Oh.
Yeah, I brought of some
food and some stuff
that y'all might need.
- That's great, thank you. You
can set it down right here.
- Yeah, of course.
Any- anytime.
- Hey, wait, wait. How how'd
that date go, by the way?
- Let's just say it, um,
didn't quite make it
to the first course.
- Oh. I'm sorry about that.
- Ah, there's, there's
plenty of fish in the ocean.
It's just, um, I'm not
a very good fisherman.
- It happens
to the best of us.
- Oh, um, your, your, your
car's in the shop now,
and I'll bring it
over when it's done.
- Oh, sounds good,
Herman. Thank you so much.
Bye.
Dad!
- Whoa!
Did I hit you?
- Close enough.
- Sorry about that.
- What'd
you do that for?
- I don't know.
Maybe I'm just a
little frustrated.
- With me?
- No, no.
Your mother, she's, she's, she's
been having episodes again.
- Oh, I see.
- Sometimes I, I, I, I wonder
what life would be like if,
if, you know, if Matthew
was still with us.
Our family, we wouldn't be
in such constant turmoil.
Your mother, well,
your mother would be in a much,
much better place, for sure.
- Yeah, I agree.
- But God gives
the worst hardships
to his strongest followers.
But sometimes it
just feels like...
- Too much?
- Thanks for being a good
sport about everything.
I understand dealing with
your mother can be, uh,
let's just say a hardship
in itself sometimes.
- I mean, what
else am I gonna do?
I'm kinda stuck here.
- Hmph.
- I mean, we all are.
By the way, our new friend,
he remembered that
there's a lake nearby.
He wanted to see if
you wanted to go.
- Hmm, yeah, that sounds nice.
- I'm not going.
- No, we're going. Put
on your bathing suits.
- No.
- Stop acting like a
child and just get ready.
I'm not gonna force you, but
we have to go for Rachel.
- You never listen to me. We
always do what you wanna do.
I never listen to you? We
always do what I wanna do?
Everything I do
is for the family!
Why can't you just listen to
me for once and just do it?
I'm not gonna dress you
like you're a f*cking child!
I'm not your f*cking father!
Just make the right decision!
- Oh, this is great. Just great.
- How much further is it?
- If my memory serves me right,
it should be just a bit further.
Ah.
- Oh, wow.
- Much better than sitting
in your room, right, Mom?
- Yes, honey.
It really is.
Ah!
I feel like a
little kid!
- It's not so bad, is it?
It's perfect, Noah.
- Come here.
- I'm sorry about before.
- Ah, it's okay, honey.
Mwah!
- What was that for?
- I'm sorry!
- Oh!
I should do it more often, then.
- Come on. Come on.
Mwah.
I'm glad you're happy.
Ah.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
- It's stunning.
- Hmm.
- Did my dad not have
any extra swimsuits,
or are you just wildly insecure?
- I just, well, I
felt right in it.
And anyway, I like
watching you all have fun.
- What's with the glasses?
- I just thought they were nice.
- Are you gonna jump in?
- Ah, no.
Something about this place
doesn't feel right for me.
- You're leading
us into this lake,
and there's something evil here.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
It's not like that at all.
It's, um...
Sometimes a fire can
cook a meal for a family,
and other times it
burns the house down.
- Yes, Prophet.
Can't you ever just have fun
and not think about things?
- Whoa!
Oh my God! It's
freezing!
- There is no time
to wait.
- You should've told
us you can't swim.
- I can!
But it was like there was
something pulling me down.
- Something, or someone?
- Are you okay?
- What was pulling you down?
- I don't know!
- You don't know, or
you don't want to know?
- Stop it, Maria.
He almost drowned.
- No, no, she's right.
- What?
- Wait, what?
- I think I saw someone.
Or something. Maybe,
uh, two people.
- Were they kids?
- Uh, they could've been.
I was in too much of
a panic to notice.
- See? They do exist.
I told you
- Not now, Maria!
- No, it's okay. It's fine.
- You sure you're, okay?
You're starting to
sound like my mother.
- Well, she may
be onto something.
- Wallkill.
- What was that?
- Wallkill, New York, that's,
that's where we are, right?
- Yes. We're in Wallkill.
- I'm from here.
I can feel some of my
memories returning.
- Like what? What
do you remember?
- I don't know.
I think there's something,
something about that lake.
- Oh, really? Well, what
makes you think that?
- I think...
I think something
happened there.
- Is that why you
freaked out at the lake?
- I don't know! I don't!
Why?
Why can't I remember anything?
Why is this happening to me?
Jesus, as far as I'm concerned,
the world started two days ago.
Who are you?
God.
All right, maybe, maybe...
Maybe I just don't
want to know. Hmm?
God, I just, I...
I can't think about
this right now!
- What was that?
- I don't know.
- What's going on?
- Jesus!
We need to put a bell on
you. You scared us again.
- I think there's some
kind of animal at the door.
- I'll take care of it.
- Wait, what?
- Oh!
- What?
- Are you okay?
- Elijah.
- What?
- Elijah. That's my name.
- Wow.
- Yeah.
- Elijah. What a nice name.
- I keep having these visions
or daydreams or something.
They keep coming to me.
- Maybe you wanna
put the g*n down?
- Oh, uh, yes. Sorry.
I just,
I don't feel right.
I feel off.
- Is it because you
k*lled an animal?
- I don't know. Maybe.
- Maybe you don't
like k*lling animals.
Maybe you were,
like, "Creature!",
or something.
- But that sounds about right.
- Does the idea of
death scare you?
Because it was either
us or that bear,
and you chose to protect us.
I think that makes us even now.
You made the right decision.
- Well, after everything
you all have done for me,
it was the least I
could do.
- You were right!
There were a bunch of hunting
nights in the basement.
- He remembered his
name. It's Elijah.
- Oh, that's such great news.
Elijah, you ready to
help me butcher the bear?
- Yes, well, um,
after giving it some thought,
I think it would be best
if we brought it out back
and buried it.
To be honest, I don't know
how to butcher an animal.
Well, you sure
sh**t like a hunter.
- Yes, well, maybe someday
I'll remember that, too.
- Your mom hates you.
She despises you.
What a terrible human being.
- No.
No!
- You k*lled Matthew.
- Please!
Stop!
- Is everything all right? I
sensed something was wrong.
- Yeah, it was just a nightmare.
- Were they in here?
- Who?
- The kids?
- No.
- Okay.
Try to get some sleep.
- Okay.
- Honey, I warned you not to
come in here. I warned you.
- Are you okay.
Rachel.
Are you okay?
- Sorry, I didn't hear you.
- Is there something
troubling you?
- Yeah, I don't know.
I'm just thinking about
a couple of things.
- Is it about Matthew?
I'd like to hear
more about Matthew.
- I'll be there in a minute.
It's your favorite.
- The doctor says
that it's too sweet.
- A little sugar won't k*ll you.
Here, drink some.
It's a little hot. I'll wait
for it to cool down, okay?
- You're the best sister ever.
- I'm not that good. Trust me.
- No more jokes.
They hurt too much.
- I made you a
special tea today.
- I'm sorry.
Don't you wish that you
didn't always have to help me?
- What? Of course not.
You're my baby brother.
You're not a burden at all.
- Yeah, but Mom and Dad are
always fighting about me.
- Mom would fight
over a piece of bacon.
It has nothing to do with
you. It means nothing.
- Maybe it's better
if I just die.
- No, stop it, don't
say that. It's nonsense.
Here. Drink some
and feel better.
Come on. Let's say a prayer.
God, I know we haven't
spoken in a while,
but I'm sort of mad at you.
My parents go to
church every weekend,
and my brother is still dying.
Why are you doing this to us?
Why are you doing this to him?
Okay.
I'm sorry, God, but
please,
please just,
just tell help
him to get better.
Just this once, let there
be some kind of miracle.
- Okay. Dad and I are ready.
Are you and Matthew
almost ready to go?
- Yeah, but he
doesn't seem so good.
- Well, you know
what the doctor said.
Pain is the beginning
of his recovery.
- But I think that
he's coughing more now.
- Well, sure he is coughing,
but he is also
walking and playing.
The road to recovery isn't paved
with all amenities, you know?
- I guess so.
- Okay.
Matthew says he
feels a lot better
since he started drinking
your special tea.
See you downstairs.
- I stand before you today not
as a preacher, but as a man,
a man of faith,
who believes deeply
that love and faith
are within us all.
The same can be said
for this building.
Is this a temple,
a church, a mosque?
No.
It is a building
filled with faith.
People filled with
faith and love.
Same can be said
regardless of the religion.
I can tell you one thing
with absolute certainty.
This is God's building.
We are just
carpenters
constructing our own
faith, our own path,
sourcing from all religions
to build our home,
a place that means faith to us.
But today we'll
talk about baptism,
an idea that predates
Christianity.
The belief of
cleansing one's soul of all
that no longer serves them,
as well as an initiation
ritual into one's faith,
and sometimes
used
to heal those
who are sick
of body and mind.
God,
I pray that you cleanse
all those before me
so they may be reborn.
- Sorry, sis.
- You always
win. Why do I even play?
- I'm the king.
- Oh yeah?
- What are you doing?
You could k*ll him!
- Mom, we were just playing.
- He just started to
get a little bit better.
You've got to be
careful with him.
I don't know if I can
trust you with him.
- No, Mom, you could trust her.
I started it. We'll be good.
- Your father and I have
to go to this meeting.
It's very important.
- Whatever.
- Night, sweetie.
- Where were we?
- I wanna be baptized.
- I knew we shouldn't
have gone to the assembly.
- Can you baptize me.
- There. You're baptized.
- No, I wanna be
baptized like Adam said.
- So go to the
assembly next week.
Or maybe Mom and Dad could-
- But I want you to.
You had that magic tea.
- I don't know about that.
- Please. I want you to.
I just wanna be better.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Okay. Well,
here goes nothing.
Um, I'm going to put
my hand on your head
when I dunk your head in, okay?
- Okay. I'm just
a little scared.
- Are you serious?
You're making me do this?
- No, no, please,
just do it.
I just wanna be better.
- Okay.
Ready?
- God, cleanse this child
as you have cleansed me
so that he may be
reborn and saved.
Matthew?
No. Matthew?
No.
No!
Matthew!
No!
No!
No!
Please, no!
Matthew!
I k*lled him.
- It sounds like it
wasn't your fault.
- What do you mean,
it wasn't my fault?
- It sounds like
he was really sick.
- But he was getting better,
and then I drowned him.
- You know,
he never really left.
He's still with you. He'll
always be with you, here.
Those memories you've shared
with me, cherish them.
He'll always live on, not
only inside those memories,
but in your heart.
Remember that.
- I don't give a f*ck. I
just want my brother back.
- And what are you doing?
- We're making a
sandcastle. Right, Samantha?
- Oh, that looks
like fun. Can I join you?
- Sure.
- Ah. Thank you.
- It's a sandcastle for Daddy,
so he can come back home.
- You miss him?
- She's a bit shy and all.
- Oh, that's all right.
Come. Won't you
help me, Samantha?
- Mummy says we were bad,
and that's why Daddy left us.
We need to get the
evil spirit out!
- Wait now. No.
No. Now, listen.
Sometimes when
mummies are upset,
they can say things
they don't really mean.
I've got to go, but can I come
back and talk to you later?
Would that be all right?
- Yeah, that would be fine.
- All right.
- This is for Daddy.
- Are you okay?
- She just misses Daddy.
Right, Samantha?
- Hey, uh, get away
from the sandbox.
There's a dead
squirrel in there.
- Doesn't it deserve a
proper burial, Preacher?
- I guess so, but please
get away from the sandbox.
- What about the burial?
- Oh, you were serious.
- We need to make a sacrifice
if we want Daddy back.
- Wait.
What?
- Father?
- Mm?
- I heard the strangest
thing on my way here.
I think I heard
Samantha screaming.
I was walking over
to the church,
and I heard screaming
coming from her house.
- Well, what makes you
think it was Samantha?
- Well, obviously it wasn't
Sylvia, and it wasn't Raquel,
and I heard it coming
from Samantha's house,
so it must've been her.
Wait, Father, where
are you going?
- Uh, I'm heading
over there now.
- What the hell do
you want from me?
- Oh, oh!
What have I done?
- The sacrifice is done.
- I had to finish the
service, but I'm here now.
Where are the children?
- I am finally free.
They are finally free.
- Wait. What are
you talking about?
- The judgment fell upon us,
for the end of
times is a-coming.
I am finally free of
all that chains me
and holds me hostage,
for they have been freed
from Satan's grasp,
and thus,
so
have I.
- Sylvia, Sylvia,
where are the children?
What have you done?
Ah!
- What happened?
- It's okay.
Everything's going to be okay.
- They're here.
- I know.
Please,
enter.
Oh, I'm so glad to see
that you two are back.
- Back from where?
- I'm so sorry I let you down.
I remember everything.
- You do?
- Yes.
Rachel, I'm your
great-grandfather.
- Wait, what?
- I know, I know, it's
a lot to process, but
the end is upon us,
and I have returned.
Maria, do these children
look familiar to you?
- It's the kids.
- Yes.
Their names are
Raquel and Samantha,
and they have risen as well.
This is unbelievable.
- I know.
I kissed my great-grandfather.
That's disgusting.
- I have something to show you.
- Matthew?
Oh, I can't believe it!
Oh, I'm never letting you go.
- Sacrifice.