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- What?

- I don't know.

That look in your eyes scares me.

It's a part of something bigger.

You know much bigger.

Charlie, how many times

did I say, knock first.

- Sorry Chief. Ahh, we found him.

- Who?

John's son. Roy.

He lives in Pittsburgh.

Okay. Where the hell is Tom?

Ask him, if our department

can afford two plane tickets to Pittsburgh.

- Your father told us.

- Why? Why did he say that?

I need you to look at

these photos closely.

- I don't want to go on with this.

- Angela, these people hurt you.

Do you make your wife listen to this

over and over again?

- We're separated.

- Well now you know why.

Hey Roy.

- A ritual?

- Yeah.

- It's a great story.

- Does it surprise you?

My father worships the devil?

What would you think?

Good girl.

Is that why you ran away?

To get away from him?

- Why don't you ask him.

- I did. That's why I'm here.

What about your mother?

Was she good to you?

Yeah. When she left us.

She killed herself... Did you know that?

I just know what it said in the report -

a car accident. A lapse at the wheel.

My Dad made her life hell for 20 years.

He's a drunk, you know,

it's probably not in the report.

He got us all involved in that Evangelical

stuff, like that would make things better.

Why don't you tell us about that.

What was he like when he drank?

- I don't understand.

- Yes, you do.

Why don't you tell me

what he did to you and Angela.

Just forget it, okay.

I understand how these things

might be difficult...

They're things that didn't happen!

If they didn't happen, then why

do you need to raise your voice to say it.

You've been through something

very traumatic.

It's quite normal for the

mechanisms in the brain...

Are you deaf! Huh?

All right, take it easy okay.

Sit down. We're just talking.

Roy, I'm a police officer.

I'm going to tell you

what I'm looking at.

I'm looking at a young man.

Who doesn't speak to his sister.

Doesn't speak to his father.

And is living in an abandoned building.

What's wrong with you?

You need to stop fighting everybody

and find the real enemy,

the person who made you feel

exactly like him.

A loser.

I have a very simple

proposition for you, Roy.

Let's go back to your bedroom, search your

adolescence, even your childhood.

Review all those moments

that were... weird.

Weird? What do you mean weird?

We're looking for someone in a hood, Roy.

I hear voices.

Where?

Behind the door.

Whispering.

Which door are you talking about.

It's my old room.

It's opening.

I... I see them.

Wearing hoods.

Can you see your father?

I don't know.

I can't make out their faces.

Why not? Make up, maybe?

Yeah... they look like... witches.

What are they doing?

Come on, you know.

I don't know...

It's not what you think Roy.

It's what you don't want to think.

I don't know...

I can't stop...

Something doesn't fit.

In his vision, Roy saw himself as a child.

Yes?

And the other sister says the abuse

began only last year.

Yeah but see, for me that's the

typical progressive revelation.

For me, what doesn't fit is

he said there was six

people in his room. How do you get six

people in and out of that room without...

The grandmother.

And she had John when she was

barely sixteen years old.

Everybody knew she was into some bad stuff,

I see no reason for us to rule her out.

Of course I should have realized.

Some of us can use

our heads too, Professor.

- What is the meaning of all this!

- Mrs. Gray!

- You already searched the house yesterday.

- Rose. Rose.

- Today they're destroying it!

- You need to stay calm.

- Nobody has explained anything to me.

- Rose! Rose! Listen to me!

None of this is necessary. All right.

I'll talk to Brody and right now we'll

get these men out of your house.

Yeah? Well then why don't you?

You know where the photographs are.

I talked to Roy and he told us.

- You're lying!

- You are lying!

My Grandson didn't...

She's been drinking.

How you doin' boss?

Listen, Brody and I are

going bowling later.

You should join us.

Gonna blow off some steam.

What?

You need to disconnect, Boss.

Yeah, no thanks boys.

Don't you disconnect too much all right?

Are you a police officer?

Yes.

Did you sexually abuse Angela Gray?

No.

- Is today Friday?

- Yes.

- Did you sexually abuse Roy Gray.

- No.

An FBI report.

I hate it when you're always right.

This could be huge Bruce.

A cult of Satanists.

They've suspected it for seven years.

Ever since the book came out.

They shelved it last month,

can you believe it? I mean, take a look.

Rumours about rituals everywhere,

like they're connected.

But not a shred of evidence what-so-ever.

We'll find the proof.

Kate just called me,

if we don't find something,

- we're going to have to release him.

- What? Nesbitt?

It's the law, Bruce.

You mean that this guy is part of a

Satanic cult and we're going to let him go?

Do you know any pornographic

pictures of Angela Gray?

- No.

- You're lying!

Kenner speaking.

All we tried to do was

lift her shirt and she panicked.

Hey Angela, it's Bruce. Bruce Kenner.

Will you open the door?

Listen, Doctor just wants to

inspect your mark.

What's the problem?

- Would you prefer if it was a female?

- It's not that.

What is it?

Tell me, what is it?

If I show it to you, they'll kill me

You listen to me. Right now it's incredibly

important that you tell us everything.

We think that your grandmother...

Come on there were more

people there, with painted faces.

Why won't you confirm it?

The Devil is on their side.

The Devil doesn't exist.

There's good people, okay.

And there's bad people.

And unfortunately these

people are real scum.

But good people, like you,

are stronger than they are.

Yes you are.

People say that you're shy.

But I don't see that.

I see someone who is incredibly brave.

Someone who has been through living

hell and made it stop, all by yourself.

Now you just need to take

one more step, okay, and trust me.

Now they'll kill you too.

...their headlights woke me up.

I saw them get out of the cars,

and they were wearing robes.

They were headed for my

Dad's workshop.

After a while I heard

a knock at the door.

They were going to break it down

like the other times.

So I opened it.

Who were they?

It was my Grandmother,

dressed like them.

She took me downstairs.

She had this weird smile on her face.

- Like...

- Like she was drugged.

Yeah.

I saw that we were headed

for my Dad's workshop.

I could hear chanting and...

...squealing inside.

It was a black mass.

I know they were

doing stuff in the corners.

Like fornicating.

Torture.

There was blood, everywhere.

There was a woman with a pitcher.

She said, this isn't happening.

It's all a dream.

But there was like this altar.

And my Grandmother's:

"look at your Dad."

"It's his big night."

Then... they brought out a baby.

...and they each brought out a knife.

And they started stabbing it!

And they started eating it!

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