The Covenant Page #3

Would you let me pray over you?

Now really you don't have

to change your beliefs

or anything, I just would

like to say a prayer over you

in the name of Christ.

Maybe I'm pushing it too

much, I, I do that sometimes.

- No I'm, it's okay father,

you can say your blessing.

- All right let's hold hands.

Heavenly father, we ask

for your blessings upon

your daughter Sarah.

We ask you to protect...

- Oh my god!

- Father, hey father you okay?

Hey father you okay?

Father!

Hey, you okay?

- There's nothing more I

can do here, I've got to go.

- What, hey wait a minute!

- I've gotta go.

- Hey, father hold on.

- You've gotta get outta here.

- What?

- There's nothing more I

can do for her tonight,

but I know a man, he's a

professor at the u of a,

his name is father

Francis Campbell,

now he's supposed to be an

expert at this sort of thing.

- What are you talking

about, what sort of think?

- Possession.

- Unbelievable, I turn

to this guy for help

and he fires back with

a bunch of lunacy.

We're gonna have to

get some real help

from an actual mental

health professional,

not some demented old priest.

What the f***, you

cut yourself again?

- Richard don't.

- Sarah you are f***ing crazy.

- You don't understand.

I need...

- what you need

to kill yourself?

- I need to be with her.

She's here.

- Oh she's here, Lizzy's

here, right okay,

Lizzy come out, come

out wherever you are.

Oh I don't see her Sarah,

maybe she's hiding from us,

right, Lizzy, hello,

well she's not in there,

maybe in here, no, oh, I know,

right, she's in the

cellar right, yeah okay.

Where's my f***ing flashlight?

F*** it.

- Richard don't go down there.

Richard!

- Whoever's in here come on.

It smells like sh*t.

That's great, so along

with everything else

just falling to sh*t, we

got a ruptured sewage line.

Sarah?

I don't know how much

longer I can do this.

I'm going out.

- Mommy?

- Lizzy?

The doctors said you have

to go back to the hospital

if you're not eating everyday.

She's not responding to

the marrow transplant,

this isn't something

you get better from.

- Mom it hurts.

- Lizzy?

- Well forgive me if I'm

not willing to give up

on our daughter yet.

- But I already took one today.

- We uh, we need to

get you feeling better.

So we're gonna take a few more.

- I'm so tired mommy.

- It kills its own,

she's with us now.

- Get out Lizzy, what are you?

- It's all your fault.

- I'm so sorry.

- Give yourself to us.

It's the only way

to stop the pain.

- What can I get you?

- Shot and a beer.

- Be more specific?

- Whiskey, anything

Irish if you have it,

beer, anything dark.

- Okay.

- Mrs. Baley?

Mrs. Baley?

- Father?

- Oh, you scared me Mrs. Baley.

I've gotta do some

work in the study,

would you bring me a scotch.

- One of those days?

- You can say that again.

- I've never seen

you in here before.

- I don't wanna be rude, I uh,

I don't think I'd be the

best company right now.

- I don't know, you show more

promise than what's usually

found here.

- How old are you?

- Old enough.

- Hey buddy, another

whiskey, and,

give the lady whatever

it is she's having.

Hello you've reached

the cellphone of father

frank Campbell, please leave

a message, thank you.

- Hi father frank, this

is father James burk.

We met last year at the

archbishop's fundraiser shindig.

Father what I have to say

is, well it's unbelievable,

I paid a visit to a

former parishioner of mine

named Sarah Doyle, and

there's no easy way

to say this, but

I saw something.

And it spoke to me,

I need you call me

as soon as you get this,

please it's urgent,

I can't stress that

enough, and my phone number

is 632-592-6789.

Please, call me as soon

as you get this message.

Mrs. Baley.

- She's gone home.

- Who are you, and what

are you doing in my home?

- Whew.

- You're really

putting 'em down.

- Yes, I really am.

How many is that?

F*** I don't care,

hey, uh, another!

- In for a penny,

in for a pound.

- Yes, let it wash away

the sins.

- So, you wanna get outta here?

- Really, I mean, I mean...

Yeah.

- Think you can follow the road?

- Well I guess we'll find out.

I just gotta, first.

- Quite the looker

you got there.

- What's that?

- Just saying good for you.

Having a little backslide?

Hanging under the

wagon isn't easy.

Looks like sister Sarah is

starting to come around.

Finally ready to admit

little Lizzy had some help

filling her lungs with water.

You should ask her,

she'll tell you now.

- Are you following me again?

- Always Mr. Doyle.

Always and forever.

That's it Mr. Doyle, good,

let it out, let it all out.

- I f***ing warned you.

Who the hell are you,

why are you following me?

Tell me who you really are,

what the f*** you want?

- I want you to be a man

for once, take that pretty

little thing out there

back to your place

and f*** her brains out.

- If I ever see you again,

I'll f***ing kill you.

Call me, or mention

or my sister again...

- you'll f***ing

kill me, I got it.

- Yeah he's been following me.

F***!

I gotta go.

- Oh hey.

- Maybe some other time.

- Father?

I'm sorry but I forgot

my dang phone charger,

and lord knows if I'm

not reachable I...

Father?

- Whoever believes in

me shall never die.

- How'd you know

where to find me?

- Never in lust I've conceived

to bringeth forth sin

and sin, when it is finished,

bringeth forth death.

Even when I walk through

a valley of deep darkness,

I shall not be afraid,

for you are with me.

You are with me!

- Sarah?

Get off of me!

- What's the matter,

isn't it everything

you always hoped it would be?

- What did you do to yourself?

- We're gonna have

a baby Richard.

- I my lord,

my god, I pray up to you

to hear me,

hear me and protect me.

- Hey you alive in there?

- What?

- Are you all right?

- Who are you?

- It's my house you're

parked in front of.

- Oh.

- You're drunk?

- No.

- Well look, you're blocking

my driveway, you mind moving?

- What the hell?

- Are you gonna move or am I

gonna have to call the cops?

A**hole.

- Father burk.

Father burk, it's rich Doyle.

Hello?

- He's not there, Richard.

- What?

- Crazy old fool cut

his own tongue out last night.

- This was you, you did this.

- I'm just a voice.

A messenger, and my message to

you is to stop fighting this.

- Well that's not gonna happen.

- Can I help you sir?

- I'm not sure if you can,

do you have father James burk

as one of your patients?

- Excuse me sir.

- Yeah?

- You're looking

for father burk.

- That's right.

- I'm Dr. Cathy Monroe, I'm

father burk's attending.

Father burk's been incredibly

insistent that we find you.

- How did you know where I was?

- Lucky guess, are

you a relative of his?

- No, uh, friend I guess.

- Okay well, follow me.

- Father?

- Can you shed any light on why

he would do this to himself?

What, what does it say.

- Find father Campbell.

- Who's that?

- I gotta go.

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