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to all of this? I'd do anything, Bruce.

Anything to pay for what I've done.

To my children.

And I don't know what else to do.

Move.

You never rest, do you?

I have a question.

Just need a simple yes or no answer.

Please just for a second

can you just listen to me...

Can these dogs please shut up!

Look at this, please.

You see this picture?

I thought I knew her, I was sure that

I knew her but it's an advertisement.

Obviously. It's been up

all over town. It's a drawing.

Right? But ever since the case began, I've

been thinking about her. I put her there.

I don't know her.

She's not even real.

What if the regressions

are the same thing.

They're not memories.

They're fantasies.

- They're induced fantasies.

- Induced by who?

By us. By the therapy.

By police, by the media.

We bombard them with

the same thing over and over.

And their imagination

just does the rest.

We're not freeing their memories.

This is a nightmare produced by all of us.

- Collective hysteria.

- Yeah. Yeah.

It doesn't make sense.

What about Nesbitt?

You know he's guilty or

are you doubting that now?

No. No. George Nesbitt

is guilty, but maybe...

- Maybe what?

- I don't know.

Stop clutching at straws.

I'm not clutching at straws.

I'm trying to find the truth.

You're demolishing my work!

- Okay, all right...

- This is science.

- This is science!

- I'm starting to use my head again!

Goodbye Professor.

Nesbitt, what did you do?

What did you do.

Drop that! Get over there!

Let me see your faces!

Both of you, let me see your faces!

You had it coming.

For ruining his life you bastard.

His life? They just let him go!

- What you came over here to celebrate?

- What am I supposed to do now, huh?

- What about my career?

- Your career...

Fine. Yeah I made some mistakes.

But I shouldn't have to pay for all this!

You got what you wanted. Two stooges for

your bull sh*t case! You'll get a medal!

All right, listen to me right now.

I'm not going to report this.

This stays between us.

Just tell me what you know, Nesbitt!

- Tell you what?

- What you kept from us.

What only you know about it.

Only me?

I told you that day in the car.

Am I right?

I need to speak with Angela.

- What happened?

- I've solved the case.

We've got them all.

I'll get her.

Hello, Angela.

Did you really?

Nesbitt gave us all the names.

Yeah I know, I know.

I know. Sit down. Sit down.

You'll be fine.

Angela. I know something

terrible happened to you.

And I understand why maybe you

didn't want to tell me this until now.

Nesbitt said they got you pregnant.

Did they want you to have

a baby for the sect?

Angela. Don't hold

anything back. Tell us everything.

He also told us...

...that there was a ceremony

where they gave you an abortion.

Please tell me they didn't...

Put a foetus...

Angela.

What is the meaning of this?

What's the meaning of it?

It means I made it all up.

- Why are you lying?

- Angela.

You have been playing us

from the start, all right. Was it you?

- You were the one calling my house?

- I didn't call anyone.

You were calling my house.

You know what

Nesbitt really told me?

He told me that you hate your family.

That you think they're all

a bunch of drunk losers.

And that your mother killed herself

because she couldn't take it anymore.

That's a lie.

You really opened up to George. And then

you guys were sleeping together, right.

I mean, when he told you

he would never run away with a minor...

And you saw that your life was going to be

like your mothers, you wanted to change it.

Why were you crying

that day at the seminar?

I already told you why,

her father raped her.

No. Can I talk to you for a second.

- What are you doing?

- Just come, speak with me for one second.

Next time you hear

the voice of God, don't call us.

Are you out of your mind!

Open this door right now! Mr. Kenner!

You just told us

what we wanted to hear

while getting rid of your family.

Isn't that right Angela?

Then you went too far,

and now you can't stop. Isn't that right?

Who's going to believe you, Bruce?

Especially when I tell everyone

what you did in the cemetery.

In front of my mother's grave.

You just offended someone

who loved you very much.

I offended you?

You think I care?

I was talking about your mother.

Get out of my church.

You were right, Reverend.

Get out!

It does exist. Evil itself.

Now the police have no leads. Which is very

common in cases of Satanic Ritual abuse.

But that begs the question,

where's the proof?

The Devil knows where the proof is.

He's the one guiding and

helping his henchmen conceal it.

To make us believe

that he doesn't exist.

I saw what they did! They killed

babies and sometimes they ate them.

Then they'd burn the remains

and bury them on my Dad's property.

They said they would kill me.

I chose to speak out about this

so the people would know the truth.

This is so much bigger

than what it seems.

I only hope that people realize

the enormous danger we're in.

People need to believe us.

Believe us.

That's the scariest part.

We believed it.

Hey, you did good.

Let's go.

Angela must've read it.

Or else she saw one of those shows

she's doing interviews on now.

Doesn't matter, it's all trash.

The rest is just outbreaks of panic

like the one we had here.

The FBI had already filed all this.

But... I don't get it. What about my

visions, and my mothers and Roy's?

They all match,

how is that possible?

You saw what we made you believe,

and we believed what you saw.

We just went around in a circle. The

tortures, the photographs, the sacrifices.

We all just made it up.

I spoke with the D.A.

All right, now listen.

Nobody wants to take

the blame for this mess, okay.

They're going to want you

to confess to child molestation,

but you can't do it

because they don't have a case.

The only one who should

be worried right now is Angela.

No you just...

Leave Angela alone.

Please leave her alone.

First you said I was the Devil. Remember?

All those years, drinkin'

and destroying myself

and not taking care

of my family until Emily...

John. You have to stop punishing yourself.

Emily gave up.

My wife gave up.

And Angela never complained.

She never said anything.

All this hate now.

It's my fault.

- I'm the one that made her into this.

- I am the one who failed you.

Don't you see? From the beginning,

I couldn't see what was happening.

I thought that this case...

That I was the only one...

I was so stupid, John.

Please. Please, you have to at least

let me help you get out of here.

- You really want to help me?

- Yes.

Then you tell the D.A.

that I plead guilty.

No. John, you'll get

a minimum of five years.

I don't care, doesn't matter. As long as

you leave Angela alone. Don't go after her.

She'll realize I'm doing this for her,

to protect her.

And that way, maybe...

Maybe one day she'll hate me less.

And that's all I want, see?

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