Evil
Season 4 – Episode 14
Episode title: Fear of the End
Release date: August 22, 2024
Plot: An ominous countdown begins after the Bouchard girls start a new game on their VR goggles. The Entity moves to stop the Sixty, despite Sister Andrea’s warnings. Kristen faces a final threat as Leland takes matters into his own hands.
* * *
I’m depressed.
Sometimes, I go the whole day without someone saying “hi” to me or even looking at me.
It’s like I’m invisible.
I can’t have children.
I just found out.
I’m 28, and I’ll never have kids.
KRISTEN: You could adopt.
I don’t even know if I want ’em.
You seem like someone who knows what she wants.
What’s the secret?
Looks can be deceiving.
Let’s talk about the breakup.
FLOYD: Just to get you started, you’ll be working on the H-link connection.
It’s a small part of the operation, but important.
Any questions?
No.
FLOYD: Good.
(sighs)
(sighs)
♪ ♪
You’re not taking me?
No.
But, um…
You’re gonna be lonely.
All those priests in Rome.
Goodbye.
No.
No, David.
No. No, don’t.
(crying): Don’t go. Don’t go, David.
Don’t go, David.
Don’t go, David! No, please.
David! (wails)
(wailing stops)
(Giovanni speaking Italian)
DAVID: What’s going on?
Ah. Precautionary.
We have, uh, downloaded the information from your phone and are going to make a move tomorrow.
You found the 60?
We have cross-referenced their travel plans, and we have located a meeting place for tomorrow.
Where?
We are taking it from here.
Taking it how?
We may never have the 60 in one place again, not in our lifetime.
You’re killing them.
Not everything is so melodramatic, David.
This meeting involves a Black Mass and sacrificing a young woman, so we have to stop it.
That’s all sounding pretty melodramatic to me.
Hmm. Also, we have information that Mr. Townsend will try to attack one of your people before tomorrow.
My people?
Yeah, your assessors.
What information?
That’s all I can share.
But we immediately need your notes from the assessments for our records.
David, leave Mr. Townsend alone.
We will take care of him.
I only, again, need your notes.
David, where are you going?
You just told me my assessors were in danger.
Where do you think?
Oh, please.
Fine, you take it then, Lynn.
Have you got ’em?
No. Mom has too many shoes.
Where are they?
Okay, look under the shoes, Lila.
Oh, yeah, look under the shoes.
Look, Laura, they’re not there.
(overlapping chatter)
Guys, I just want some peace and quiet ’cause I can’t find them anywhere…
I found them.
LYNN: It’s been so long since I’ve seen those.
Do you remember Haunted Girl?
Oh, my God,
that was so long ago.
I remember that.
That was so fun.
(overlapping chatter)
It was crazy.
How do they look?
Let’s just plug them in.
We have to get the new download.
KRISTEN: Girls! I have one more client,
and then I want your homework done, okay?
Okay, Mom, we’ve got it.
Hurry.
Hello, Mr. Truman.
I hope you had no trouble finding…
Finding your office? No, Dr. Bouchard,
I’ve been here before. (inhales)
Some very nice improvements out here.
I’m your newest patient, Ernest Truman.
I’m having some issues with self-worth and a certain
vacuity in my life.
I think it’s because I’m just… (scoffs)
tired of winning.
Yes, 911.
I have an Order of Protection from criminal court 507,
designated C-F-one-triple eightfive-six,
and it is currently being violated.
Kristen, I was wondering if you were doing anything
tomorrow night. I’d like you to meet the 60.
Am I in danger now?
Yes, I believe I am.
This is an official request for a patrol car,
and I will be recording the infraction.
Kristen, why would I want… Hmm…
Why would I want to hurt you?
You’re the mother of my child.
Of course.
I will stay on the line.
(whispers): They’ll be here in 12 minutes.
NYPD? Doubt that.
Just help me out tomorrow night,
and I’ll never bother you and your girls again. I promise.
Here.
Come on.
I’ll be out of your life.
Pinkie promise.
Let’s shake.
(exhales)
What did your Vatican friends say?
Leland will attack us before tomorrow,
and I haven’t been able to get ahold of Kristen.
BEN: What is going on?
KRISTEN: Come in.
(door closes)
Hey.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Nothing dramatic. He pretended to be a patient.
And who are you, sir?
Okay, all right, you know, get your jokes out of the way now.
Yes, I own a tie.
(groans)
(body thuds)
(Kristen sighs)
How long have you been doing that?
About 20 minutes.
Actually kind of satisfying.
Did he threaten you?
KRISTEN: No.
He wanted me to meet the 60
tomorrow night.
Meet them?
KRISTEN: Mm-hmm.
Why?
Not a lot of specifics.
(sighs)
Oh, my God.
We’re back.
Okay, uh… (sighs) I’ll take care of this. Come on.
All right.
(grunts)
KRISTEN: Oof. What are you gonna do?
I’m gonna talk to the Entity about him,
and I’ll be right back.
KRISTEN: Okay.
So, how’s your life going?
(grunts, gasps)
(exhales)
(Leland breathing raggedly)
(phone camera clicking)
(indistinct chatter)
David.
How are you taking care of the 60?
GIOVANNI: How?
DAVID: Yes.
Are you taking care of this before their meeting
and their Black Mass?
GIOVANNI: Yes. Why?
I’m gonna send you a photo of their painting.
I think they’re coming after my assessor.
GIOVANNI: I don’t doubt it.
I need to know you’re gonna take care of it,
permanently.
We are.
The 60 will not be able to act again.
Good.
And don’t forget, David,
ah, get me the assessor files.
I need them.
(phone beeps)
Are you sure about this? Won’t the Vatican be mad?
Maybe they’ll fire me.
Aren’t you gonna miss that cannibal medical student?
DAVID: Ghost truckers, ah?
KRISTEN: Oh, yeah.
I will see your ghost truckers and I will raise you…
werewolves.
Demonic elevator. UFOs.
KRISTEN: Oh!
(laughs)
BEN: Hey, I liked those UFOs.
Oh! The Christmas song.
(groaning)
(laughs)
♪ Santa got high, na, na, na, na… ♪
No, no, don’t do it. Don’t do it. (laughs)
♪ Na, na, na, na, na ♪
(vocalizing)
(train whistle blowing)
HENRY: Next.
(women whispering indistinctly)
Jennifer Duarte. For “Screaming Girl.”
(gasps, screams)
Oh, my God. What is this? A Black Mass?
No. No, please don’t do this. Please don’t stab me.
I’m innocent! I’m…
(screams)
(sighs)
Very good. We’ll be in touch.
I’m glad we’re going back to in-person casting.
I also prepared a song, if you…
We’ll be in touch.
We don’t need this.
We already have the mother of the Antichrist.
Never hurts to have a backup.
You can’t protect Kristen anymore.
I don’t know what your thing is with her.
The baby was baptized.
The mother is undependable.
We need to finish her and move on to the next.
Next!
Sister.
What can we do for you?
I know what you’re doing.
How did you find me?
I just followed the scent.
You can bluff everyone else,
not me.
I don’t need to bluff.
(chains rattling)
I want you here.
I have a free hook for you.
Ooh.
Terrified. Terrified.
Ooh…
She’s just talk.
She doesn’t know a thing.
Make sure it stays that way.
Leland’s not gonna come back.
You guys don’t have to stay to protect me.
I do.
I don’t know about Ben.
I’m just here to drink.
(chuckles)
That’s one way I influenced you guys, right?
These things?
Don’t start with that.
How’d I influence you?
Great.
No, no, no.
I’m-I’m-I’m thinking. I’m taking your question seriously. Um…
I think…
I’m more humbled by other people’s knowledge now.
My knowledge?
Yes, your knowledge.
(chuckles)
What about you, David?
How have we impacted you?
Um…
I don’t have many friends.
I haven’t…
up till now.
Not friends that I can
talk to about things.
Deeper things.
Death…
BEN: Geez.
I’d rather be the fun friend than the
friend that you can talk to about death.
(chuckles)
No, I understand
what you’re saying.
Nobody talks like that anymore. About… real things.
It’s all about, you know,
influencers and TV.
You know, I speak about reverence
a lot in therapy now?
You’ve ruined me.
I…
am gonna miss you both.
LYNN: Okay, it’s downloaded. Which one should I choose?
I heard this kid knew he was gonna get suspended
before it happened because of this game.
It tells you your future?
Mother Midnight.
You go into the closet, and it tells you your fate.
If you’re going to be evil, it’ll tell you.
Or a nun.
Or dead.
OTHERS: Lila!
What? I’m just saying.
Are you doing it?
I am if you are.
BOTH: Mother Midnight, hear my plea.
Mother Midnight, you are free.
Mother Midnight, let me see
the future you have planned for me.
This is dumb.
Just wait.
For what?
I don’t know. Look around.
We could say it again.
Mother Midnight, hear my plea.
Mother Midnight, you are free.
Mother Midnight, let me see…
(screams)
(shaky breath)
You saw that, right?
LYNN: Uh-huh. Felt it, too.
What is it?
Shh.
Look.
(gasps softly) Is that real?
I don’t know.
Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee…
Shh.
LYNN: What are you doing?
Going.
LYNN: No.
Come on, it’s Mother Midnight.
Don’t you want to see your future?
Not like that. It’s evil.
You don’t know what’s evil.
Come on, you’ll see if you become a nun.
And if we don’t come back?
(exhales)
♪ ♪
LYNN: Let’s go back.
LILA: How? I can’t even turn around.
How did we get downstairs?
LYNN: I don’t think it’s real.
LILA: But look, there’s Mom and Ben.
Mom?
LYNN: It’s not actually them.
It’s their avatars.
But how does the game even know?
Mom?
Hello? Guys?
Can you hear us?
It’s your eldests.
Nothing’s gonna happen.
It might. Mom.
LYNN: T-They’re not gonna look at us.
They can’t see us.
Hello?
(dialogue inaudible)
(screams)
It’s a game, it’s just a game.
Mom!
I don’t think it’s a game. Mom!
Look behind you!
LYNN: Somebody…
LILA: There’s a man, he’s gonna…
LYNN: Mom, turn around, turn around, please!
Mom, Mom, this is happening!
You have to do something!
Ben! Do something!
There’s somebody behind you!
Please!
LILA: Look out! Turn around!
(screams)
(screams)
Oh, man.
LILA: It’s showing us our fate, it’s our fate.
It’s gonna happen. It’s gonna happen soon.
(screaming)
(screaming)
(gasping)
What happened?
It’s our fate.
What are you doing?
(overlapping squabbling)
None of it was real.
No, Lynn, it’s going to happen.
What does that mean?
Was it bad? What did you see?
Girls, girls, girls!
What’s going on?
LAURA: The goggles.
Oh, my God.
I’m gonna destroy these things.
LILA: No, Mom, it showed us our future.
KRISTEN: No, it didn’t.
What were you doing in the closet?
(overlapping chatter)
What’s the clock about?
Hey!
What?
There’s a clock. There’s a clock in here.
It’s at 23 hours.
Oh, no. It’s gonna come true.
LAURA: What? What’s gonna come true?
Leland killing Mom, it’s gonna happen in 23 hours.
Oh, my gosh, no, none of that is gonna happen.
Girls, what did you see?
It was Leland and he had an ax
and he chopped it into your head, Mom.
LYNN: Lila, no, shh.
He asked.
A-And Ben was there and Father Acosta was there
and they tried to save you,
but they couldn’t, and you were just lying there
and you were dead and you were bleeding.
LYNN: It was a game.
LILA: I know, but if we don’t stop it,
it’s gonna come true in 23 hours.
KRISTEN: Oh, my gosh, baby, no, okay?
This is all nonsense.
(ticking)
Uh, can you destroy these?
(ticking ponderously)
Mom, I love you so much.
LYNN: It’s just a stupid game.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(ponderous ticking)
Okay, where do I go?
LYNN: Mom, don’t, it’s scary.
Girls, this is what I do for a living.
Okay?
Did for a living.
(thuds)
You walk into the closet
and you say the incantations.
Of course.
And you saw Leland in there?
LILA: Yeah, and he killed Mom.
What are you doing?
Something stupid.
Okay, I feel stupid.
(Ben chuckles)
I think we drank too much.
(Kristen snorts) Yeah…
BEN: Okay, I see it.
You see it?
KRISTEN: Yeah.
Right.
So, we’re doing this, right?
Yeah.
Mother Midnight, hear my plea.
KRISTEN and BEN: Mother Midnight, you are free.
David, you got to say it, too.
How’s the game gonna know if I even do it?
Because it can read our environment.
TOGETHER: Mother Midnight, let me see.
The future that is planned for me.
DAVID: Okay. That was fun.
BEN: I think it’s reading our environment, is what…
Oh! Holy fuck!
Did you see that?
Did you guys see that?
Oh, I think I’m going.
I think I’m going, I think I’m going!
These graphics are unbelievable.
Wow…
(whooshing, droning)
♪ ♪
Guys. Hey.
(monitor beeping steadily)
Huh.
Good work. Very real.
KARIMA: Ben, I don’t have much time.
Oh, this game is messed up.
AI pulling from my social media worries?
Before I…
I-I need to know…
where is Allah?
Oh…
(whispering): Don’t do this.
I understand…
the science that we both share.
(monitor alert beeping)
I looked up to you…
brother.
Always.
But…
I’m afraid.
I’m cold.
There’s nothing, is there?
It’s just empty.
No, no, no.
Karima.
(alert continues sounding)
No.
You’re right.
There’s…
There’s nothing.
(flatline sounds)
Oh, Karima.
Karima.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
(whooshing, droning)
Hello, Kristen.
Take a seat.
Uh… this is my office.
Kristen, these are 567 true or false statements.
Answer as honestly as you can.
Am I losing my business?
Is that my future?
No, this is just a tool, Kristen,
so we can better understand your behavior.
How you ended up this way.
What way?
An unfit parent.
What’s going on?
This is an intervention.
We know, you don’t want to hear it,
but we need you to.
Sit down.
This is not fair and it’s… not real.
KURT: Your daughters have no father, no grandmother.
They’re practically raising themselves.
And you’ve brought a new infant into this environment.
I treat my daughters like adults.
KURT: That’s the problem. They’re not.
They’re embarrassments.
Your daughters make my kids’ lives miserable.
They hate going to school.
That’s not true.
CARPOOL MOM: They’re rude and disrespectful.
You have no right being a mother.
Kurt?
It has been my observation that your daughters
are destructive and mean.
Because you are so freely sarcastic with them.
You think it’s cool,
but it’s not the way a mother, a good mother, leads.
And so they are being taken from you.
(daughters screaming)
Mom, please! Mom!
Mom! Mom!
Please help us!
(screams)
(silence)
(distant thud)
(distant thud)
(nearby thudding)
(loud thudding)
Help me, David!
(thudding)
What’s in there?
I don’t know.
(thudding continues)
(both groan)
(chains rattling)
(hooves thudding loudly)
(growls)
(screams)
(gasping, moaning)
Did you see it, David?
The blinding white light guiding you to the Pearly Gates?
No? Not even clouds opening up?
Bummer.
I guess this means you’ve devoted your whole life
to a fairy tale.
You were a fool, David,
to believe in a book written by broken men
who offered a damned world
nothing but false hope.
(Leland laughs)
BEN: What the fuck?
Oh, my God!
That was not a game.
I don’t know what that was, but that-that…
That was not a game.
(panting)
What did the girls say?
They saw it on Reddit?
KRISTEN: I think so.
How do the goggles do all this?
I don’t know. AI?
Maybe it scours your social media
for personal information?
All I can find is that this game is in beta.
Is it still counting down?
BEN: Yup. 22 hours.
Are we… worried?
That, uh, the game is gonna predict our fate?
No.
“Despair is Satan’s masterpiece.”
♪ ♪
Guys?
What the fuck?
Oh, my God.
Will you…?!
Hey!
This is a private residence.
What are you doing? Hey!
BEN: Hey, hey, hey!
Hey! Get out of here!
KRISTEN: Hey, I will spray you!
Hey! Hey, get down!
Hey, come here, buddy.
Where you going? Are you crazy?!
Go home!
BEN: Go!
What do you think you’re doing?
Hey!
(shouting outside)
(grunts) Please, I got to get in!
BEN: Jesus, pull yourself together,
dude!
It’ll only take ten minutes.
This is not a game, this is someone’s house…
I know. I’ve been in here before.
You’ve what?!
In the game.
I’ve been everywhere in this house looking for the clue.
A way to turn off the clock.
There’s-there’s a living room in there.
Uh, stairs going up to the girls’ room, the bunk beds.
You’ve been in my girls’ bedroom?!
Just in the game. That’s all!
(panting) Listen, I have kids myself.
I saw my little girl getting killed riding her bike.
I have to get in there to stop it!
Why there?
There’s a brick wall down there.
If I remove one of the bricks,
the clock will stop.
It’s at eight hours now!
How do you know about all this?
How did you even get this address?
It was on Reddit.
What the fuck?!
This is the haunted house, right?
The one with a tunnel to hell in the basement?
Just give me five minutes down there!
Oh, my God!
All right, listen up, buddy.
This… (knocking)
is a utility closet.
It’s not a basement.
I don’t believe you! Show me!
I’m not showing you shit!
Now get the fuck out of my house!
(groaning)
My little girl’s going to die!
Her blood’ll be on your hands!
(siren wailing)
Yeah, that’s right! I called the police!
Now get lost, or get arrested!
(sighs)
I got to get out of this house.
All right, Ben…
Mr. Science, Mr. Empirical…
how does that happen?
I’m thinking.
Okay, so, I saw your hall in my goggles,
but I thought that it was just because
I know your place.
KRISTEN: Right.
So how would anyone else know what the inside
of my house looks like?
How long have those stars been down?
A couple weeks. Why?
They were in my goggles.
When I was in the dining room in the game.
During the hurricane, they came down. Four weeks ago.
Okay, so, who was in this house more than four weeks ago?
And who had a digital camera that could capture everything
with photorealistic…
(gasps loudly)
DAVID: What?
Oh…
My girls… they used this app.
The Demon Tracker app?
Yup.
When they thought there were demons in the house.
I warned you, apps can capture…
Yeah, and I told ’em, and apparently, I’m a bad mom,
and my kids are gonna be taken from me.
BEN: Okay.
BEN: It saved
all the girls’ walks through the house.
Those walks are photorealistic.
Now the question is, how did it get from this app into the game?
Can I take this?
Oh, you can take every fucking computer in this house
as far as I’m concerned.
Ah. I love these old buildings
and how they’re renting them out now.
Thank you so much.
Like the Limelight. So fun.
Yup.
And you’re thinking only 60 attendees?
Mm.
Do you want them out in the sanctuary?
We could do some floral arrangements
to define the space.
No, up here on the altar.
We’ll need all this cleared out,
and then, 60 chairs in a circle.
BRITTANY: Very striking.
HENRY: And a pentagram in the middle on the floor.
BRITTANY: With artwork you’ll provide?
HENRY: Yes. Room enough for a woman to lie down
with chains, ropes and things to hold her down for a sacrifice.
So it’s a… a Goth thing?
(laughs softly) Mm-hmm.
Exactly.
And a bucket for, uh, hearts and other organs?
I love it. Um, do you want balloons?
No. No balloons.
But we’ll need witches’ cauldrons there,
there and… there.
What else is in a Black Mass?
This is deconsecrated.
BRITTANY: I’m not sure, you guys.
(male voice speaking Italian over wire)
BRITTANY: Absolutely.
HENRY: Thank you.
MARCO: Più tardi oggi sull’altare.
Più tardi oggi sull’altare.
♪ ♪
Yes… Sister?
They are not as obvious as you think.
You have this wrong.
Thank you, Sister.
What’s that?
An interface.
To what?
Same as a Cerebral-Path,
like the one Taupin had.
This links the cloud to a person’s cerebrum.
DAVID: Without a chip in the brain?
Yup. It’s not as powerful,
but works off the same technology.
KRISTEN: So who’s doing it?
Well, as far as I can tell,
it’s a beta modification being tested without FDA approval.
But… I do know who did your daughters’ Demon Tracker app.
You’re kidding.
Nope. DF.
I think they used the visuals of your house
from your Demon Tracker,
and they repackaged it into the game.
But why?
To fuck with me.
BEN: Well, that’s one way of looking at it,
but I also think it’s a continuation
of the convergence of computer and humans,
so that…
People can sell us more shit.
Well, yeah, I was going to say “advance human knowledge,”
but, yeah, sure.
Wait. What… what is this?
BEN: That is the regions of the brain
connected to the thalamus.
That is what the interface is connecting to.
What regions?
Image recognition, speech, pain,
creativity, touch, hearing…
How many regions are there?
I’m-I’m generalizing here,
but, you know, 50 or 60 that neurologists recognize.
What is it, David?
I just sent you an attachment. Can you put it up on the screen?
BEN: Oh. The 60 sigils.
Oh, my God.
BEN: Hmm.
60 evil families, 60 regions of the brain.
Why go to the trouble of tempting
when you can upload despair right into the brain?
(phone buzzing)
(quietly): David, you need to talk to the Entity.
I’m a little busy right now, Sister.
The Father will not listen to me.
He needs to hear it from you.
They think the 60 are meeting at St. Joseph’s,
and they’re wrong.
What? Why? What do you mean?
The demonic forces have left.
Okay. I’m not sure I understand.
The demons.
They were here all last week,
in the sanctuary, in the walls.
But they’re gone. They’ve fled.
Sister, he’s a pragmatic man.
He wants facts. He doesn’t want intuition about demons.
That’s why I need you to convince him.
(sighs) And how do I do that?
By being tall.
Tall people are convincing, even if they’re dumb.
(David laughs)
KRISTEN: I mean,
this is stupid.
I mean, if that’s true, what have we been doing
chasing all these 60 families for all this time?
(laughs) I don’t understand any of it.
I mean, what’s the use of all these Satan worshippers
running around if you could just meet online?
KRISTEN: Right.
Oh, shit.
MARCO: Stiamo aspettando, stiamo aspettando.
Dove siete, squadra uno?
Divisi. Nord e ovest.
♪ ♪
(phone buzzing)
What?
Ah. Not now, Father.
You’re being set up, Father!
There’s no reason for the 60 to meet in person!
I will talk to you later.
No! They wanted us to clone Leland’s phone.
They wanted us to see the church in the painting.
You’re being set up!
(woman screaming) Vai! Ora! Ora!
(indistinct chatter)
Oh, my God! What is this?
A Black Mass?! Oh.
Please don’t do this. I’m innocent!
I’m… (screaming)
(continues screaming)
Surprise!
Oh, I’m supposed to give you this.
(mutters) Cercateli! Cercateli!
(shouting in Italian)
I heard you might be casting something else, too.
I was in Midnight Mass. Here-Here’s my headshot.
(grunts)
(hissing)
(coughing)
Vai! Vai, vai!
Fuori di qui! Fuori di qui!
♪ The sun will come out tomorrow ♪
♪ Bet your bottom dollar ♪
♪ That tomorrow there’ll be sun. ♪
(David coughing)
(David coughing)
(David coughing)
(wheezing)
(coughing)
(both coughing)
(breathing heavily)
(David coughing)
HENRY: It has been
a long time coming, but… success!
The Whore of Babylon has been hobbled for a generation.
18 of the Entity dead, and the tables turned!
And that’s not all. We’re just getting started.
(sighs)
(dialogue inaudible)
HENRY: You’re muted, Norm.
(clicks tongue) No, still muted.
Norm. It’s…
It’s the button near the bottom, Norm.
It’s shaped like a lozenge.
Sorry. What are we hearing about this new technology?
Are we no longer families anymore?
Oh, we’re still families, but we are families in here,
where we can live forever, where we don’t have
to battle every single day with the Church.
LELAND: We’re using technology
to plant evil and despair right in the human brain.
And the next time we meet,
we will welcome the apocalypse
and a new Antichrist figurehead to rally around!
(chimes)
Uh, yes, sir?
GRAY MAN: What happened to killing the false Antichrist,
the baptized one?
We were promised a Black Mass, a sacrifice
of the baby and the mother,
and their two beating hearts in a tub.
Yes, sir. It’s-it’s still happening.
We just needed to trick our Entity foes at the Vatican.
When is it happening?
Tonight. (clears throat)
(Gray Man grumbles)
(clears throat) Okay, meeting over.
Good work, all.
(clicks computer key)
No fucking around.
You have protected Kristen for four years.
It ends tonight.
(exhales, wheezes)
(coughs)
(sighs) You saved me.
How did you know?
About the 60?
Mm.
Sister Andrea.
(scoffs)
And in the world of social media,
no one needs to meet anymore.
Mm.
I lost 18 good men today.
I have to rebuild.
Go after the 60.
Respectfully, Father,
the world is changing.
(Giovanni sighs)
It’s not about the 16th-century families anymore.
It’s about the systemic.
They’re bringing evil right into our brains,
bypassing the middleman.
I need you, David.
I need your thinking in Rome.
I don’t want to be in the Entity.
Friends of the Vatican.
I don’t believe in it.
I don’t believe in your weapons.
Every time I help you, I feel less godly.
It’s eating away at me.
Then what? What do you want?
I want to run the assessor program.
(scoffs) The assessor program.
In Rome?
No, here.
No. (mutters)
This is the lowest rung of the hierarchy.
You are more important than that, David.
I like the lowest rung.
(laughs) I’m sorry, what?
They want us to be assessors in Rome.
No. You in Rome.
No, us.
Why?
They need to rebuild.
They need good assessors to rebuild.
And we’re good assessors.
David, I’m not Catholic.
And I’m not practicing.
They know.
They don’t have a lot of people
who are effective.
Then why did they shut us down?
Because they don’t know what they’re doing.
Uh…
I’m not going to Rome.
My life is here.
It’ll only be six months.
To see how it works.
(sighs)
They will supply housing.
BEN: Really, in the Vatican?
DAVID: No, no, in the Aurelio neighborhood.
Uh, there will be, uh, there’ll be free health care.
Uh, free schools.
This, this is a way
to keep this going.
David.
The Church is an institution…
I don’t believe in.
Not just as someone who has an on-and-off relationship
with God, but…
i-it’s a patriarchy
that forces women into a defined role.
But you won’t be.
You will have a position in the hierarchy.
And you will be…
you.
You guys don’t realize it, but…
priests don’t meet my eye.
They don’t look at me. I’m invisible.
I mean, what are we even talking about?
I live here.
You were just talking about moving out.
Yeah, to Jackson Heights, not to the Vatican.
How much?
What?
How much are they paying?
I mean, we make $65,000 a year right now.
How much are they offering?
I-I don’t know. I mean, um…
I’m guessing, but maybe…
double?
It is a more important position.
See?
I’m making 650K now.
So can you beat that?
No.
David?
I’m sorry, but I’ve got five kids.
Actually, the Vatican would love that.
And I don’t speak any…
you know, Latin
or Italian or-or…
any of…
I mean, what are we even talking about?
None of this makes sense.
Help me get up and running for six months.
Save some money.
Then…
move back if you want.
BEN: It sort of makes sense for you, you know?
Gelato, art, pizza.
I could see you in some cool Italian sunglasses.
Ben, please.
David, I’m sorry, I need a normal life.
Don’t you dare tell the girls.
Oui, oui.
(giggling)
That’s French, dummy.
(wind blowing)
(exhales)
♪ ♪
(speaking Dutch on video)
(Cientje speaking Dutch)
(inhales)
(exhales)
Okay.
(wind blowing outside)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(exhales)
(earbuds chime)
(“Dang Me” by Roger Miller playing)
♪ Well, here I sit high ♪
♪ Getting ideas, ain’t nothing but a fool ♪
♪ Would live like this ♪
♪ Out all night and running wild ♪
♪ Woman sitting home with a month-old child ♪
♪ Dang me, dang me ♪
♪ They ought to take a rope and hang me ♪
♪ High from the highest tree ♪
♪ Woman, would you weep for me? ♪
(singer vocalizing)
♪ One more ♪
(singer vocalizing)
♪ Just sitting around drinking with the rest of the guys ♪
♪ Six rounds bought, and I bought five ♪
♪ Spent the groceries and half the rent ♪
♪ Like 14 dollars and 27 cents ♪
♪ Oh, dang me, dang me ♪
♪ They ought to take a rope and hang me ♪
♪ High from the highest tree ♪
♪ Woman, would you weep for me? ♪
(vocalizing)
(water running)
♪ One more ♪
(vocalizing)
♪ They say roses are red ♪
♪ And violets are purple ♪
♪ And sugar’s sweet and so is maple syrple ♪
♪ Well, I’m the seventh out of seven sons ♪
♪ My pappy was a pistol, I’m a son of a gun ♪
♪ I said dang me, dang me ♪
♪ They ought to take a rope and hang me ♪
♪ High from the highest tree ♪
♪ Woman, would you weep for me? ♪
(vocalizing)
♪Just sitting around… ♪
(singsongy): Kristen…
♪ Six rounds bought, and I bought five ♪
♪ Spent the groceries and half the rent ♪
(Kristen yells)
♪ Like 14 dollars and 27 cents ♪
(grunting)
♪Oh, dang me, dang me ♪
♪ They ought to take a rope and hang me ♪
♪High from the highest tree ♪
(chokes)
♪ Woman, would you weep for me? ♪
(vocalizing)
(Kristen straining)
(choking)
(grunting)
♪ They say roses are red and violets are purple ♪
♪ Sugar’s sweet and so is maple syrple ♪
♪ Well, I’m the seventh out of seven sons ♪
♪ My pappy was a pistol, I’m a son of a gun ♪
♪ I said dang me, dang me ♪
♪They ought to take a rope ♪
(Kristen growling)
♪ And hang me ♪
♪High from the highest tree ♪
(gasping)
♪ Woman, would you weep for me? ♪
(vocalizing)
Stop.
(panting)
We’re here.
(music continues through earbuds)
(Kristen crying)
(music stops)
(hawk screeches)
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of computing, gaming, and surfing.
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for 7.99 you can get a one-month subscription.
The future is in your hands.
Use it.
It was just a stupid ad.
I know.
Do you have Mom’s credit card number?
4-2-0-6…
(wheezes)
(sighs) He’s still alive.
He’ll just come back.
Let us take care of it.
But our way.
Not his.
LELAND: No, no!
No! I can smell your incense.
Stop it right now.
I am Leland Townsend.
You don’t know who you’re messing with.
I am ordering you. I have the power of darkness.
I have Satanic forces.
What the hell are you doing?
Who is this?
No, no! No!
I can smell your incense.
Stop this now or…
(cabinet door slams shut)
♪ ♪
(Bouchard girls chattering loudly)
Okay.
All right, look, I’m definitely gonna come out and see you guys.
That’s good, ’cause the girls want to show you around. Right?
Yeah, I want to take you to the Leaning Tower.
It’s so pretty.
That’s not near here.
It’s in Italy.
Hey, uh, did you ever get
those cool Italian sunglasses?
Uh… Now, did she?
(giggling)
Did you?
Ooh, la, la!
You’re so fancy.
(laughs)
(church bells ringing)
All right, I got to get to work.
BEN: Oh, yeah. God calling?
Something like that. Love you.
Uh, yeah, me… L… Me, too. You. Yeah, love you.
Ciao.
GIRLS: Arrivederci,
Ben the magnifico!
KRISTEN: Ciao, bello.
(laughs)
All right, time to get home,
do some homework.
GIRLS: Mamma, ti amiamo.
(Kristen speaking Italian)
(laughter)
(hisses)
Something wrong?
(growls)
No, nothing’s wrong.
Nothing at all.
(low growl)
Then let’s get to work.
(girls chatter in Italian)
♪ ♪
