Incarnate

Come on, Cameron.

- Is it Dad?

- No.

Come on. Let's cook.

What are we eating?

Spaghetti?

Or...

..spaghetti?

Come on. Help me make the sauce.

Lindsey, what are you doing?

Answer the phone.

You can't ignore me, alright?

He's my kid too. I have...

Alright, look. I'm sorry, OK?

Just...just let me talk to him.

I didn't mean to hit him, OK?

It was an accident, alright?

I would never intentionally

hurt him like that.

You know that. OK?

And I've apologised.

What the hell

do you want from me?

Honey?

- Everything OK in there?

- One second, Mom.

You OK?

Mom?

Mom!

What? What?

No!

Cameron?

Sail!

Oh. Could be important.

- More important than right now?

- No.

- Can I help you?

- Yeah.

You could have answered

your damn phone.

It's time to go, Henry.

- How do you know my name?

- You want me to call security?

No. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Who are you?

What's this about?

Look at your watch.

What's it say?

1:
46.

It's been 1:
46

since you came in here.

My watch froze. So what?

I guarantee you

every watch and clock

in this place

says the exact same thing.

Alright, crazy guy.

Security!

Time for you to go.

You know what this is?

It's something important to you.

It's to help you remember

who you really are.

My brother gave me this

when I became partner.

That's right. You're a lawyer,

Henry. You work all the time.

You have no social life.

You don't go out.

And to be painfully honest,

women don't even look

in your general direction.

We're not in a nightclub.

You're not surrounded

by beautiful women.

Wake up, buddy.

We're in your head.

It's time for you to go.

That's rude.

Whoa!

You gave them the power, Henry.

You can take it back.

He's just messing

with you, babe.

Ooh!

That all you got?

- Looking for Maggie?

- Where is she?

She says she's so very sorry

about your little boy.

- F*** you!

- Get him out of here.

- Better luck next time.

- Look out the window, Henry.

Something wrong, Henry?

- Come on.

- Oh...

Don't look at them.

Keep moving.

I'm losing my mind.

Losing my mind.

- Sh*t.

- What? What?

Did you really think I was

gonna make it that easy for you?

- What's your favourite colour?

- I don't have a favourite.

What colour's your car?

Your best suit?

- Favourite sweater? Come on!

- What?

I need to make an escape route,

something true.

- Answer the question.

- Green.

Where the f***

did that come from?

Come on!

What the hell is this?

This is where

we break down the illusion.

If you want to wake up

from this, jump.

- Henry, open the door!

- F*** that.

Open the door!

- Henry, let me in!

- But, baby...

But your eyes are black.

Baby, he slipped

something into your drink.

Henry! Jump, now.

You won't get another chance.

You can't make me do this.

I can't make you do anything.

You have to believe

it will work.

Open the door! Let me in!

Come on. Open the door!

Let me in!

- You go first.

- If that would help, I would.

But you have to

make the choice.

Come with me, Henry.

No!

No! No!

Alright. Rise and shine, boss.

You did it. Another one

bites the dust, huh?

Welcome back to reality.

How many fingers

am I holding up?

Oliver, get your damn

thumb out of my face.

Alright. You'll live.

Maggie wasn't there.

After 15 dives, we've lost her.

I know.

But we'll get her.

She can't hide forever.

She's taunting me, Oliver.

It's a game to her.

You.

You were in my dream.

Wasn't a f***ing dream.

Arggh!

This is gonna be the end of you.

You know that, right?

We'll lower the dosage

next time.

Can't lower the dosage.

The problem is you, boss.

Come on. Look what the bouncer

did to your wrist.

Look, you're adapting.

It's becoming too real.

I'm telling you,

if you don't watch it,

you're gonna

get stuck in there.

You're not going soft on me,

are you, Oliver?

I'm just saying... I don't know.

Take a month or two off.

Let your body recover, you know?

Maggie wasn't there.

Why wasn't she there?

Hey -

I dug up all the places

our guy visited

before the possession.

Aside from his office,

he hung out at Starbucks

and low-rent strip clubs.

OK. Let's check it out.

I'm gonna need surveillance tape

on the nights Henry visited.

I want to see who he's hanging

out with at those strip clubs.

I think I just heard

Oliver volunteer.

Oh! You cannot pay me

enough money. No.

Besides, I have a date

with reality tonight.

Well, that sounds intriguing.

What's her name?

- Sara.

- Wait a minute.

- What happened to Jenny?

- Jenny?

Jenny wanted

to go skydiving, so...

You broke up with her because

she wanted to go skydiving?

Yeah. You know how I feel

about high places.

Hm.

Oliver, have I

taught you nothing?

Oh, my God. I almost forgot.

There's someone named Camilla

that's here to see you.

She said she's from

the Andrade Archdiocese.

The...the Vatican?

- Whoa. She's hot.

- Ugh!

So should I tell her

to go away?

Tell her

she's got five minutes.

I've been following

your work for quite some time.

I understand

you've done three exorcisms

in the last six months.

I prefer to call them

evictions. Yes.

Why are you here?

My superiors need an incarnate.

What happened to Felix Nazra?

They thought perhaps the student

has surpassed the teacher.

Or they just got sick of the

body counts you leave behind.

This situation needs a scalpel,

not a hammer.

Please.

Camilla, right?

You're wasting your time.

It's not gonna happen.

I don't clock in

for the Vatican.

What do you have

against the Church?

How much time you got?

Look, I just don't believe

what I do

belongs to any one religion.

- Exorcising demons?

- No, to you, it's a demon.

To others, it's an unclean

spirit, it's jinn, it's orisha.

It's... Take your pick, OK?

Really, it's just

a parasitic entity

in a non-corporeal

transference.

What if I told you

a parasitic entity

just took a little boy?

I would say it ain't my problem.

What if I told you

it was Maggie?

I thought that would

get your attention.

Hmm...

Let me guess.

She's holed up

in a half-dead body

in a whorehouse,

just ready to be taken down.

You need an incarnate

because the ring of St Vicinius

and a piece of holy cloth

just won't cut it this time.

I'm sorry. I don't know

what you're talking about.

Then let me make it

crystal-clear.

The last beautiful woman

your superiors sent here

dangled the same carrot -

"We're sure it's Maggie."

Well, surprise, it wasn't,

just some lesser succubus who...

turned a suburban housewife

into a heroin-addicted

throat-cutter

who nearly killed me

and my assistants.

Look, I have no idea

about the last woman they sent.

What I do know

is that I have an archdemon

possessing the body

of an innocent 11-year-old boy.

We believe that arch

is that entity you call Maggie.

So if you and your assistants

really want to take her out,

give me a call.

Just don't wait too long.

The boy won't survive

more than three days.

Ember.

Is it her?

Why don't you come inside?

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